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Who's That Guy? - Trafalgar D. Water Law

notes - HERE IT IS! The Law fic as promised from my poll! I have been WAITING to write for this man, as I am so so so so in love with him tbh. He is SO FINE! I'm actually thinking about making a part 2 to this when I watch Dressrosa because this would be hella cute. I hope you all enjoy and I hope you're all staying hydrated :) word count - 1,868 summary - you're lost and can't find your crew. but luckily, you make an unexpected friend who helps you find your way back WARNINGS - spoilers for Sabaody?, implied f!reader (one use of she pronouns)

You were lost. Would you admit this to anyone? No. HELL NO. Zoro was the one who always got lost and you were usually the one to help him out.

But this island was a total mess. The Sabaody Archipelago was straight up awful. The numbers were helpful, sure, but finding your way to the next number was pure horror. Not to mention that you had to avoid any and all celestial dragons if you didn't to, oh, I don't know, DIE.

How did you lose your crew that easily?

You sighed and scratched your head as you stared at the numbers above you.

"Do you need help?" someone asked you.

You turned to them with a smile. "That would be great."

That part earlier, about you not admitting that you were lost, you were talking about your crew. You really needed some help and anyone would do to be honest.

They helped point you in the right direction, but as you were walking through alleyways and streets, you just felt yourself getting more lost.

"Oh my god," you muttered under your breath, pulling out your map again.

Not looking where you were walking, you kept the map in front of you, praying that it would magically tell you where to go.

That's when you felt someone crash into you. And of course, they hit the floor.

God, you were an idiot.

You quickly pulled your map away from you and apologized profusely, not even getting a look at who you knocked to the ground.

When you went to go help whoever it was you knocked over, a group of people, including a giant white bear stood in front of you, protecting whoever was behind them, weapons in hand.

You stepped back with embarrassment painting your face. You looked at the group and bowed apologetically. "Sorry." you said quickly.

"Guys, guys," the bear started talking. "I don't think she wants to hurt our captain! Put the weapons down!"

The group took a step back, lowering their weapons.

You knocked down their captain?? Oh yeah, you were screwed.

"I'm fine, Bepo." You heard the voice of the man who you knocked the the ground, his hand appearing on the Bear's shoulder. You saw the word "DEATH" tattooed over his knuckles.

"Oh, thank goodness, boss!" The bear turned to his captain and pulled him into his giant arms. You couldn't help but smile.

"Bepo, seriously, let go." the captain said.

Bepo took a step back, saluting. You giggled.

And that's when you finally saw the man who ate shit because of you. He was tall. Really tall. Really skinny as well, with long and lanky features. He was wearing a big hat that looked like it had cow print almost. He had black hair that included a small goatee on his chin. He had dark eyes, clearly wearing eyeliner and dressed like a high school boy.

"I'm sorry for knocking you down," you stammered. "I'm lost and I wasn't paying attention and-"

He raised his hand to you. "It's fine."

His crew looked shocked. One of the men quickly spoke up to try to show you the severity of what you had done. "Do you even know who our captain is? This is Trafalgar D. Water Law! He's got a 200 million berry bounty on his head!"

You let out a long whistle. "Not bad!" you said, looking at the captain.

The crew looked at you in surprise.

You looked around at them and smiled. "My captain's bounty may not be that high yet, but I guarantee it's gonna get there sooner rather than later."

"You're a pirate?" the bear asked, tilting his head.

"Sure am!"

"Who's your captain?" the man, Law, asked, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Monkey D. Luffy." you bragged. Even if the whole ocean didn't know him yet, they would soon enough. You loved your captain and were proud to call him just that.

"Damn, really?" Law asked, a look of surprise on his face.

"Yup."

"So he's here then?"

Your face went pale. You were supposed to be on the down-low and now you just told some pirate with a higher bounty than Luffy's that Luffy was here. Good job, y/n.

"I-" There really was no saving yourself.

"You said you were lost." said Law. "Need help?"

"That would be nice." you said.

"Where do you need to go?" he walked next to you, peeking at the map you had over your shoulder. He was warm, even if he was inches away.

"See, that's the problem. I can't remember what number we parked the boat at."

"Oh, I see. I can help. There's a pirate docking station. That's probably where your boat is now." He turned to his crew. "You guys can go screw around at some bar or something. You can take a break. I'll be back."

They all saluted their captain and look off like children in a candy store.

You laughed. "Do you like your crew?" you asked.

"I would hope so." he laughed. "Do you like yours?"

"Is that even a question? I have probably the best crew in the world."

"What's it like to have Luffy as a captain? I heard he was some crazy kid."

"Oh, he is," you chuckled. "But that's what makes him great. He's willing to do some pretty stupid shit to get what he wants, so there's always adventure, even out in the middle of the ocean."

"Oh, I bet. I could never go to any extremes if it meant putting my crew on the line."

"Luffy knows we can take it." you said without thinking. "Oh, shit, uh... I'm not saying your method's wrong. That's actually very sweet, I-"

Law laughed, raising his hand. "It's fine. I understand."

The two of you walked in a little bit of silence for a while, just appreciating how pretty Sabaody actually was. Sure, it was an island that made you feel uncomfortable with the acts the celestial dragons were pulling, but it was also pretty and had a lot of very kind people.

"When do you need to be back at the boat?"

"I don't know." you admitted. "We just kinda ran off from each other, but I want to be back there just to be safe."

"Gotcha." Law stretched and you could totally see him eyeing a churro stand. You ran over there quickly and bought two, bringing one to Law.

"You didn't have to." he said.

"You're helping me. It's the least I could do."

The two of you sat down to eat your churros, taking a mini break from walking. This island sure was huge.

"What's with the bear?" you asked.

"Don't you have a talking raccoon dog?"

"Reindeer, but okay."

He laughed. You laughed.

The sun felt good and the reflection off of the bubbles made you smile.

"So, you got a girlfriend?" you teasingly asked. You were just doing it for some good play, but at the same time, you totally did find him hot.

"Do you usually flirt with guys trying to help you out?"

"Sometimes."

He chuckled, throwing away a napkin he had. "No, I don't have a girlfriend. Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Do you usually flirt with people you help?"

His face went red. "I'm not flirting, I was just asking."

"I'm teasing." You stood up and threw away your trash. "Of course I don't have a boyfriend."

"What do you mean, 'of course?' " The two of you began walking again.

"I asked you if you had a girlfriend. Why would I ask that if I had a boyfriend?"

His face went red again. "I'm stupid." he chuckled.

"A little." you said playfully, bumping into his arm.

The rest of the walk went off with little jokes here and there, but mostly in silence. You would occasionally bump hands with him, feeling a little embarrassed, but even as you stepped away, it would still happen. You didn't mind it though. Something great about being a strawhat pirate was knowing that you could become friends with anybody, even in a short period of time.

When you two finally got to the area where all the boats were parked, you saw the Sunny, smiling straight at you.

"That's my boat." you said, pointing to the smiling Lion.

"Damn," Law said. "Big boat."

"Wait here, I wanna see if my crew's on board." You ran up to the Sunny and saw Law waiting patiently below.

As you ran around, you didn't see a single soul. You could've sworn at least somebody was protecting the boat, but you were wrong. No one was there. Odd.

You jumped off the boat with a look of confusion.

"Everything okay?" Law asked.

You turned to him. "No one's there."

"Knowing your captain, not like I do or anything, but there's an auction. There's bad people there. Putting that together, I think Luffy would want to take part in ass kicking there."

You sighed. "Yeah, that sounds like a Luffy thing."

"I can take you." he said. "I was heading there anyway."

"Thank you, Law. You've really been a lot of help today."

"Don't mention it."

"Handsome and sweet. How cute." you giggled.

He turned to you with not only shock, but a bright red face as well. "Shut up."

"It's true."

"No, it's not."

"Do you not think you're the hottest guy on the island right now?"

"Okay, now you're just being too much." he laughed and playfully pushed your shoulder.

You pushed him back and the rest of the walk was spent teasing him.

When you got to the auction house, it was relatively empty, you and Law being the only few people there first.

You could feel the bad energy just dripping off of the place.

"I hate this." you whispered, sitting next to Law.

"Tell me about it." he whispered back, putting his arm over your seat.

"So," you started in a joking tone. You could already see him smiling. "After this, how does a date sound?"

"Shut up."

"We could visit the celestial dragons and eat all their fine food." you said, still in a whisper, but in a joking refined tone.

"No way." he was holding back loud laughter.

"Not even a visit to the amusement park? You look like a guy who loves rollercoasters."

"Hate 'em."

"Really?" you asked seriously.

"Yeah. They make me uncomfortable. Same with any ride really."

You laughed and noticed something that brought a giant smile to your face. Your crew had walked through the front door.

"Law, thank you for everything." You grabbed both of his hands. "Today was super fun."

He looked behind him and saw your crew. "I had fun too."

"Seriously though, you're the best." You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before hopping up and running to your crew.

Law watched you with a bright red face and pulled his hat over his eyes.

"Hey guys!" you said to your crew.

Nami pulled you into her arms with a smile. "Hey, y/n!"

You waved at Law and turned back to Nami. "I've been looking for you guys all day." you sighed.

Nami smiled. "Who's that guy?"

~~~~~

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Pirates and Prejudice (and Dragons)

James Hook x GN! Dragon Rider!Reader Part 5 (End)

Part 1

Reader is disabled (prosthetic foot) and I am not disabled, so if anyone who’s reading this is please let me know if anything is written weirdly or wrongly

Word Count: 4,000

Warnings: Mentions of prosthetics, mention of dragon hunting, brief description of a dragon scar, brief description of being high above the ground (for those with aerophobia), brief detailed description of eating a berry (this gets a whole warning in and of itself), romantic tension, love confessions, kissing,

Summary: Reader makes plans to show Hook what life is like for them as a dragon rider. Reader does this because they’re trying to find the perfect moment to confess to Hook.

Important Note!: “Hands”(plural) is used to describe Hook’s hand AND hook. Except within context of referring his hook(left hand), “hand”(singular) refers to his right hand. Despite the fact that Hook’s prosthetic does not look or function like a hand, it is in place of one, therefore it still IS his hand. The same to be said for reader’s feet and their prosthetic foot still being their foot. If you wore a wig 24/7, you wouldn’t constantly say “wig”. You would probably say “hair” a lot, despite it not being your real hair.

A couple of weeks had gone by since you were at the Jolly Roger, and things were looking up. You and Hook began hanging out more and more, laughing and joking all the while you were together. You were more affectionate, calling each other pet names too. In the meantime, you were planning.

This included a myriad of things: Asking Bridget for some food favors (baked goods, along with some simple food preparation), keeping an eye on the weather report, and taking several flights on Beastie to check out the nearby landscapes.

So far, it was all going well. Except for the nerves.

Each passing day, butterflies grew and grew every time you talked to Hook. Ever since he almost kissed you in his office, you had to exert all your willpower to not grow pink thinking of it. To make it worse, you were almost always reminded whenever you were around him or looking at the necklace he gave you. Multiple times he caught you randomly blushing and would ask with that pretty accent: “What’s got you all flustered, darling?” Making you, in turn, even more flustered.

You could hardly complain though. At least his teasing all-but-confirmed for you that he held you in some sort of romantic regard; you rarely saw him be any kind of flirtatiousness with others, and even then it was surface level.

Why didn’t you just confess and kiss him yet? Great question. It’s because you were scared.

Not necessarily scared that he would reject you, but rather you couldn’t find the right moment to bring yourself to do any of that. So, you were planning something for the two of you. Then, during that, you’d finally make your move.

“James!” You jumped behind him in surprise, clinging your fingers onto his shoulders. He turned around, face lighting up as he saw you.

“Hello Dearie. What is it?” He asked. your hands glided down his arms and into his own, one in his palm and the other curled around his hook.

“Meet me at the entrance gate after school.” You said cheekily. He looked positively bemused.

“Why?”

You brought his hands to your face and gave each a tiny kiss.

“Because I’m going to take you on an adventure!”

He gawked at you; flabbergasted (and turning a lovely shade at the tiny kisses).

“What?” He gasped. Your eyes twinkled.

“I,” you said slowly, beginning to walk away backwards and gently letting go of him. “Am taking you on an adventure. And there’s nothing you can do about it.”

As you moved farther and farther away, Hook’s eyes stayed on yours. Then, right before you turned the corner, you saw the briefest of smiles begin to make its way onto his face.

“So, where are you taking me on this fine afternoon?” Hook asked with his air of usual charm. There was some sort of unsureness behind it, though you couldn’t guess why.

“That,” you quoted him again. “Is something you’ll have to wait for.”

He groaned, eyes rolling, hating having his words used against him. After that, he was in your space again, tugging on your sleeve.

“Surely you can give me something.” He begged, then brought his mouth close to your ear, whispering: “Please, Darling? I would do anything for the slightest hint.”

You went red at that, mind instantly flooding with the exact request you would give. But no, you shook your head. You wouldn’t give in. He didn’t give up, however, angling his nose to brush below your ear ever-so gently.

“Please?” He asked tenderly, moving his hands up your shoulders and to the base of your neck, rubbing his thumb over the bare skin.

You could do it now, you realized. You could kiss him. You could bring your hands to his face and kiss him like how you’d been fantasizing these past couple of weeks.

But you’d also been planning this for weeks. You wanted it to be special.

“No, James.” You sighed with disappointment, removing his hands from you (gently, so as not to make him think his hands were unwelcome there). “You’re just going to have to wait.”

He wriggled his arm out of your grasp and brought it to your chin, angling it towards him. As you looked into his eyes, you realized his gaze was a bit lower on your face than your own.

“But what if I don’t want to wait?” He whispered, bringing his thumb to your lower lip.

“James-“

Something large descended from the sky and nearly knocked you two over.

“Woah-“

“Beastie!”

You both spoke at the same time, and Hook staggered backwards, unbalanced. He latched onto you, keen on taking you down with him. In turn, you grasped Beastie’s saddle. What was left was Hook hanging from you as you put all your strength into staying upright.

“You’re so heavy.” You grunted, pulling him upright. He took the opportunity to throw his weight into you, forcing you to put your arms around him for support; he did the same.

“Hello there.” He said with a charming smile.

“Hi.” You replied. Then, you turned around to check the side bags on Beastie’s saddle. They were still secure, along with the contents inside (you’d done that a few hours ago, before sending Beastie off again to come back when school was over).

“Right.” You began, swiveling back to Hook, his hands now loosely around your waist. “Are you ready?”

“Ready for what?”

And with that you swung your leg over Beastie and onto the saddle.

“An adventure!”

As the words -and your action- processed in his brain, his eyes widened. A cheeky grin grew on his face and he brought his hand to your waist again. Quick and eager, he tried hopping on behind you. Fumbling terribly, he almost slid off.

“Need a little help there?” You snickered. His grip on you tightened.

“No,” he huffed. “What kind of man am I if I can’t mount a dragon?”

“So humble.” You commented sarcastically, tapping on the reigns.

Eventually, his other arm wrapped around you as he was further seated.

“Is this saddle even big enough for two?” He asked, shuffling forward and leaving no space between the two of you.

“I think it’ll be spacious enough.” You chuckled, scooting up a bit to provide him more room. He instantly took that space.

“And will it be safe?” He questioned, excitement still present in his voice, laying his head on your shoulder. You gave yourself a moment to ruffle his hair.

“As safe as riding a dragon can be!”

“That’s reassuring.”

And then you were off.

Beastie flew gently; barely cutting through the air after you rose off of the solid ground. You glided just over the treetops as you headed to your planned destination; Waiting until later for more extreme flying.

“Whoo!” Hook shouted, looking at the leaves beneath his feet. “You get to do this everyday?”

You laughed.

“This isn’t even that exciting, James. We’re dropping our things off at the spot first.”

“Easy for you to say.” He spoke, and you could hear the joy in his voice. “I’ve never ridden a dragon before!”

You playfully rolled your eyes, moving the reigns a bit so Beastie would sway back and forth; make things a little interesting for Hook. You could feel her lungs expand and deflate between your knees, bobbing up and down slightly with the flap of her expansive wings. There was a time that you had never done this before. And yeah, even though the first time was extremely mild to what you were used to now, it was exciting when you were young.

“Just you wait.” You promised. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

In response, he nuzzled his face into your neck. “Whatever you say, darling.”

And so you stayed like that for a little while as the air coursed through the both of you; enjoying each other’s presence in silence. Approaching in front of you, the terrain turned rocky as the beginning of mountains and rocks emerged from the earth. It was on top of the widespread area of one of these cliff faces that you landed, detaching the bags from Beastie.

“You doing all right girl?” You asked, petting her snout. She’d hardly ever had more than one person on her. Letting out a content snort, she gently pushed her nose into your palm.

“Of course.” You said, grabbing a treat for her. “You deserve it.”

Sitting on the grass, Hook observed you and your dragon.

“You’ve known her a long time, haven’t you?” He asked softly with his hand on his cheek.

“Two years now.” You replied, feeding her by hand. “Which is a long time, but many dragon riders have had theirs for much longer.”

“Is she common?”

You snorted. “Definitely not.”

“Really?”

You moved down to her wing, lifting it up with Beastie’s aide. Underneath it on her side was matte, scarred skin that contrasted heavily with the iridescent shimmer of the rest of her.

“Hunters.” You explained. “Tried to kill her for her scales.”

“Not even capture her for continual harvest? Or breeding for more? Just, kill?”

You let out a frustrated sigh. “Yep.”

“Well,” he got up, making his way over to rest a hand on Beastie alongside you. “I suppose it’s a good thing she’s got such a lovely owner to look after her.”

You turned bashful.

“I mean,” you stammered. “It’s the least I can do.”

“No.” Hook shook his head, bringing the curve of his cold, metal hook to your cheek in a non-threatening way. “You do more than just the bare minimum. You truly love her; I see it in the way you care for her. When she’s upset you can calm her down with a single touch. It goes both ways, too. She helps distract you from your phantoms pains, and she’ll track you down from wherever to find you. You have a truly special connection with her.” His hand drops and he takes on a wistful expression. “I feel stupid for saying this, but I’m jealous of a dragon.”

Letting out a little laugh, you grab both his hands.

“James, I would give up my life for Beastie.” He frowns. “But that doesn’t mean that what you and I have isn’t special either.” You interlock your left fingers with his right hand and wrap your right ones around his hook. You began to feel warm as you shared with him. “We have a solidarity. We’ve lost a piece of ourselves, but managed to find dear replacements that aide us in living our lives to the fullest. We didn’t let it hold us down, but empower us to push further. You managed to attain that with your likened crew; I managed to do it alone with Beastie. People in this world try and tell us that we can’t go on with what’s happened to us, but they’re wrong.” Your voice breaks a little as you smile. “They’re wrong James. They’re so wrong. We can have lives full of wonder and accomplishment. You showed me that with your life aboard the Jolly Roger. And today,” you move around him to hop back on Beastie; hand outstretched. “I’m showing you my life.”

With a happy blush dusting his cheeks, Hook grabbed your hand and pulled himself right on to the saddle.

“You’re getting better.” you complimented.

“I have a great teacher.” He teased back.

“And here I use to think you would find dragon riding dirty, considering how nice your clothes are.”

“Hey,” he sassed. “It takes a lot of pirating to look this good.”

“If by that you mean ‘steal’, then yeah.”

“Y-“

He didn’t get to finish his sentence as Beastie took sharply to the skies.

“Whoa-“ Hook grunted, latching onto your waist as he started to careen backwards.

“Don’t worry!” You shouted over the wind as you ascended near-vertically; tears beginning to stream from your eyes at the cutting air. “If you fall, Beastie can catch you! Goodness knows how many times it happened to me in the beginning!”

All Hook could manage was to blubber out incoherent words. You tried not to be so amused at his shock of the intensity of flight.

Soon after, Beastie slowly adjusted her angling, turning more horizontal every minute. As you continued higher and higher, the air grew a bit thinner and fairly chilly. You were accustomed to it; it stopped bothering you quite some time ago. Hook, on the other hand, began acting like he was freezing to death.

“Is it normally this cold?” He shivered, strangling your waist for warmth.

“Yes, but you get used to it.”

He pushed his cold nose into your neck. “How? I’m wearing more layers than you!”

Ignoring his dramatics, you reached an arm back to nudge his face away.

“Because,” you told him, making sure to let the awe seep through your voice. “Then you get to see the view.”

You heard a gasp, and you easily fathomed why. The ground below was terrifyingly far away as you climbed higher and higher, but the autumn leaves of the forest painted a jaw dropping picture of colors swirling together. That wasn’t all; they were only the half of it.

In the sky around you drifted giant orange clouds, which were much more massive and impressive up close. The dimming red and yellow of the sky behind it all served as a pretty backdrop, tying it all together.

“Look!” Hook exclaimed, poking you to turn around. “It’s the harbor!”

The wind quieted as you slowed to turn around to look at it, and you were glad you did. The ocean was visible, and the microscopic shifting of the water still glittered even from here. The ships at the harbor were much too far to see individually, but it brought you joy knowing that Hook’s ship was there nonetheless.

“And there’s Found Island!” He cheered, pointing to where it was near the shore. So that was its name.

“Are you having fun?” You asked, wishing you could easily turn around and see his expression.

“Of course!”

“Hang on then!”

He obeyed, bringing his arm back to hold you tight. And with that you began what you considered the best part of flying. Being so high up, you used gravity’s help to move you forward as you sliced through the air in a near-glide.

The wind pricked your face like tiny needles while slicing your cheeks like little knives. It snapped through your hair and pummeled your torso.

It tried to conquer you. You greeted it like an old friend.

Leaning forward even farther to swiftly buckle some belts onto the harness attached to your leather breastplate, you then leaned back and let go of the reigns.

Telling Hook that it was okay, you spread your arms wide; like wings.

The air didn’t relent and tried to push you back off the saddle. You held.

You let out an earsplitting cry, laughing at the wind. Hook jolted at the sound.

“You think you can tear me down!” You shouted at it. “But you can’t! I’m back again and I will never back down!”

You craned your neck to look at a surprised Hook, but that quickly turned into excitement for your sake.

“You tell them!” He encouraged, squeezing your sides in support. Rotating back around, you continued to tell the wind, the gravity, the world, just what you thought.

 “When I fall I’ll just fly back up again. I am a force that cannot be stopped. You lose! Do you hear me!” You grinned. “I win! Because I will never give up, no matter what!” You ended with one more ear splitting cry, reveling in the joy of freedom.

Calming down now, you leaned down again and took control of the reins.

An air of silence washed over you, minus the wind that still demanded its presence be heard. But it seemed softer somehow after that.

“I think I see now.” Hook told you, lips behind your ear. “I understand why you fly- what it means to you.”

He sounded so tender and caring, and all you wanted right then was to turn around and kiss him. You wanted him to feel your love in his bones, and to understand exactly how you felt about him.

You smiled. “Thank you, James.” was all you let out, lest you confess everything right then and there.

After that, you made the flight back to the spot with your stuff.

Before landing, you felt light and airy. But, as soon as your feet touched the ground, they felt heavy. Every step pulled you into the grass, and you sighed. You always hated this part.

Sensing your feelings, Hook rubbed your shoulder.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get to fly on the way back.”

You smiled at his encouragement.

Several minutes later you laid out what was in the bags; a picnic blanket and multiple types of food (thanks Bridget).

“All this for me?” He awed in wonder. You wrinkled your nose.

“It’s for both of us.”

He sent back an aloof expression.

As you both settled down -leaning against each other, coincidently- and began to eat what was technically dinner, Hook turned rightwards to you.

“Is this a date?”

You choked on your sandwich. Hacking on bread, you scrambled to grab a water bottle. Hook grabbed it for you, twisting the cap off with his teeth and setting it in your hands. You desperately brought it to your lips, gulping half of it down in mere seconds. Gasping, you wiped at your mouth with the back of your hand. You whipped your head towards him.

“What?”

He turned sheepish, averting his gaze to the pattern on the quilt.

“Well, is it?” He mumbled, before looking back at you through his eyelashes. “You can say yes; I don’t mind.”

You gaped like a fish. It hadn’t even crossed your mind.

“I guess…” you began slowly. “I guess it is.”

In response, Hook turned giddy and grabbed your left hand, squeezing it.

“Good.” Was all he said, then used his hook to pluck berries out of a bowl.

Well, how were you supposed to just be normal after that?

He continued to eat them directly off the tip, and you watched in slight fascination. Noticing, he side-eyed you before he was about to take another bite. Bringing his hand forward, he asked you:

“Want a bite?”

You flushed, mind drawing blank.

“Well? I thought you wanted to eat it.” He moved the berry up and down. “Why else you would you be staring?” He added with a knowing, teasing grin.

Refusing to give into his stupid, silly game of teasing you whenever he could, you did exactly what he wanted.

Being as slow as possible with all the time in the world, you tenderly grabbed the metal around his wrist. You brought his hook forward, wrapping your lips around the berry- and a bit of the metal- and pulling it off. You closed your eyes as you chewed it, feeling the skin break as the juice coated your mouth. After swallowing it, you let out a mmm in satisfaction, then slowly opened your eyes again.

Hook was turning into a red mess; completely frozen. You resisted smiling as you examined his hook, tilting it back and forth. There was some juice where the berry had been, and before thinking, you leaned forward to lick it off. Hook jolted and pulled his hand away.

“C-careful.” He stammered, panicking. “It’s very sharp.”

While that was true, you knew it was mostly an excuse. Feeling your confidence wear off, however, you began to turn a little pink yourself.

“Sorry.” You cough.

“Don’t mention it.” He mumbled into his hand.

“Should I have-“ you fumbled, inclining towards him. “Should I have asked to grab your hand? Just like you did with my foot?” You knew you had grabbed his hook before when you held his hands, but this felt different. You had taken control of it and moved it as you pleased.

“No, no.” He said softly, looking away again. “You can touch my hook whenever you’d like. It feels… nice.”

Oh. You didn’t expect to hear that.

“Well,” you said awkwardly. “You can touch my foot whenever you’d like. Not that there are many situations that would present that opportunity.”

He brought his hand down, nodding slightly.

“Which reminds me.” He told you, reaching for your left hand, grasping it surprisingly tight. “I wanted to apologize.”

“Apologize?”

He sucked in a breath. “Yes. I wanted to apologize… for how I treated you the first few weeks of school.” After that the words flew out smoother. “You were completely innocent in what you said to me when we first met; I completely misconstrued your words. I shouldn’t have been so quick to react the way I did. Especially with deciding to bully you about it after and- Gosh I’m such an idiot.”

Hearing his words filled you with warmth. You didn’t think he’d find it within his pride to properly apologize -not that you had really cared at this point- but the fact that he actually did meant so much to you.

“Oh, James.” You reached for him, placing your empty hand in his soft hair. “I forgive you. Truly, I do. It did bother me at first while it was happening, but I can honestly tell you it doesn’t bother me anymore, because I-“

You caught yourself, then quickly tried to pull away. Hook stopped you, tugging you closer by the hand he was holding. Nearly falling into him, you moved your hands to his chest to push yourself upright.

“James-“

He wrapped his arms around your waist,  but this time, there was no easy justification.

“Finish your sentence.” He whispered, face so close to yours. “Please.”

You swallowed, and suddenly your throat felt dry. His grip on you was solid. You couldn’t. Could you?

Opening your mouth, you tried to push the words out.

“It doesn’t bother me anymore,” you repeated, eyes looking up and blinking multiple times. “Because I-“ you faltered. “Because I-“ you shut your eyes. “Because I love you.”

There. You said it.

You pried your eyes open, fearing the worst.

Hook’s mouth was wide open; at a loss for words. Well so much for honesty. Before your heart would shatter, you tried to pull away again, thinking you would be successful due to his shock. What actually happened, however, was you being pulled even further into his embrace. Before you could register what was happening, you felt a pair of lips against your own.

He was kissing you.

Hook. Was. Kissing you.

Gasping, you brought your fingers to his hair, instantly raking them through those luscious locks. Gosh you had wanted to do that for so long.

He kissed you like a starved man, leaving you no room for breath. You didn’t care. You just wanted him in your arms, like this, forever. If you had known it would feel like this you would have never waited so long to kiss him.

Slowing down, Hook pressed one final kiss to your lips before resting his forehead against yours.

“I love you too.” He said earnestly, completely out of breath. Inhaling, you gazed into those dark, longing eyes.

“Really?”

He nodded.

“Yes. Unless you think I was just kissing you for the fun of it?”

The smiles that bursted onto both of your faces was indescribable. You had found each other. You understood each other. You loved each other. And now, you would get to spend the rest of your school years knowing that.

“I’m so glad.” You muttered softly.

Hmm, he confirmed, then perked up.

“One question.”

“Yes?” You asked, puzzled.

“Can I try riding Beastie like that?”

A laugh burst out of you before you could think.

“Another time.”

“Promise?”

You placed your hand on his heart, feeling it beat along with your own.

“Promise.”

Finish

Taglist: For James Hook

@lesbpotmurdocklokistan

@mushroomdemon9

@shortnfuckinsweet

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Say My Name ( Bernard the elf x Reader)

Part 1 of Naughty or nice series, Smut next chapter, 18 +, Nsfw, Brat reader, afab reader, she/her reader pronouns

Summary: You decide to skip out on work and mess with your favorite head elf.

The snowy village was peaceful as you sat outside the small cocoa cafe waiting for your drink. You loved this blissful moment in the last moments of November before the holiday season swept everyone into a frenzy. From your spot you can see the front of the workshop, plenty of elves coming and going with a few loitering outside in groups planning their game of tinsel football. A few shops also had some elves bringing out their big Christmas decorations out early to start prepping. It was calm and happy, no stress yet with all the hope and excitement of the month to come. This moment was special and warmed your heart. A moment you doubted the others even noticing it happening every year like clockwork.

The calm was a nice ritual but is only one reason why you snuck out of your office. You knew here soon it would be too busy for you or any other elf to be anything less than perfect at your jobs. So one last opportunity to hopefully mess around with the very busy head elf you loved to tease was the top priority right now.

You take in the calm while you can though, knowing sooner rather than later he will come find you. The waitress comes by delivering your cocoa and you take a moment to admire the whipped cream and sprinkled mug before taking a sip. The cocoa warmed your veins, sugar giving you the energy you’ll need here shortly. Then you heard his voice clear as a bell from across the square.

“Not now, Curtis!”

Looking up you spot him charging down the steps of the workshop, head flicking frantically side to side as Curtis ran alongside him, desperately trying to keep up. Curtis spots you first and freezes to watch this play out, quickly giving up whatever purpose he needed Bernard for. You watch with your head resting on your palm until you see the head elf himself freeze as he spun around and catches your gaze from across the way. You reach your other hand up to give a simple wave and a cheeky grin, which is all he needed to push himself out of his trance as he continues his path over to you.

“You’re supposed to be working, not drinking coffee, does Santa pay you to drink coffee?” He says sarcastically after he stopped his march and crossed his arms.

“Oh, hey Bartholomew.” You toss to the side without taking your eyes away from the beautiful whipped cream towered mug in front of you.

“Bernard.” He spit out with a curt click of his teeth. “You have several reports I have yet to see on my desk, and you didn’t request a break. So you need to stop drinking your coffee and Get. To. Work.”

You smirked to yourself, taking a short sip of your mug letting the tall tower of whip cream coat your upper lip and skin. You loved riling him up, and it was so easy to do with him. His eyes scrunched up, his voice cracked with the volume he reached sometimes, and his cheeks became flushed the angrier he got. You had a tiny tree you decorated in his honor on your work desk with each little bobble a different shade of red for each stage of his anger.

“Don’t get your stockings in a twist there Bernie.” You smiled before turning to face him. Your chest always bubbled in excitement when you see him in his usual grumpy stance with hands on his hips. Maybe it was the look in his eyes, or you wanted a new red ornament to adorn your tree to commemorate another special memory between the two of you, but you knew you were going to try to push him to his limits today.

“And you do know it’s hot chocolate not coffee right? You should really get those old eyes of yours checked out.” You finished with licking up the whip cream before letting your tongue drag slowly back inside your mouth.

Your cheeks burned with happiness watching his eyes narrow in on your action, his face flaring a shade darker, and chest rising with deep breaths that flared his nostrils. Your whole body already wanted to celebrate but you had to keep it cool to push him to his breaking point. So much restless energy flowed through you already that you have to push it all down to wiggling your toes excitedly inside your plush boots.

“My name is Bernard, we have known each other for centuries, and we are the exact same age.” He grinds out once more, voice raising in pitch. “You will give me the production and quality reports I need by the end of today or else Y/N.”

“Or else what, Baxter?” You beamed up at him, realizing that he has inched closer to you and now towers over your sitting form.

“For the love of snowballs its Bernard! You need to get back to work, respect your superior elf by calling me my correct name, or I will bring you straight to Santa and let him deal with you.” He starts leaning down to get in your space.

You watched as the light snowfall collected on his hat, tips of his ears, and nose. Your own nose tickled at the soft minty breath that fanned across your face as he spoke, it warmed your heart a bit more knowing he indulged in some candy canes in secret today. You have caught him in the past hiding around corners to have his candy breaks, scrambling to hide the evidence whenever you jumped out.

Your breath always hitched a bit whenever he heated up like this and you craved it. This was still just a small altercation and you couldn’t wait to push and push until he popped like a jack in the box.

“Make me” You quickly stuck a finger into the mug and scooped a bit of the whipped cream before smashing it into his nose and dragging the cream covered digit down his lips, chin, and neck. “Barney.”

“For Frosty’s sake!” He snaps before roughly grabbing your waist and with a surprising amount of strength that makes you yelp, he pulls you over his shoulder.

“Jeez calm down Blaine, and theres really no need to drag Frosty into this, the poor snowball has been through enough.” You chirp as he bounces you along through town towards the workshop. Despite all the fun you’re having, you still take the opportunity to hide in his curly hair to avoid the stares of all the other elves. The younger ones were drawing more attention to you with their snickers and ooo’s. Most are acclimated to this sort of reaction when the two of you are involved together but with the war path he carves through the snow paved town they knew you were being nothing short of naughty.

“Isn’t Santa supposed to be gone taking Ms. Claus on a trip before the holiday season?” You mutter out, anything to distract yourself from the knot in your stomach. Every part of your skin tingled like frost in the way his arm wrapped around your waist, fingers kneading into your stomach. His other hand clung to one of your legs just above the knee to keep you from fleeing or kicking.

“He got back this morning and has had plenty of time to unpack. Now he can deal with you.” He grounds out, voice evident of his growing frustration.

“Jolly old Nick loves me Bailey! That big old softy can’t even hammer a toy correctly in fear of breaking it.” You yelp out an oof as he jostles you around roughly at yet another nickname you’ve presented.

“Luckily as top elf I can and will break it as long as I have his expressed permission to do so.” His hand flexes around your leg once more, sliding a bit more up the leg as he tries to get a better grip with your wiggling.

Your thighs instinctively clenched and your gut was pulsing from the way he grabbed onto you. You were faced once again to acknowledge the slight crush you’ve been harboring for centuries. Your mind is running laps in this close moment, nose being overwhelmed with his slight cinnamon scent as he pulls you through the workshop. You no longer care about the stares as your mind drifts off to fantasize and think about the surprisingly strong elf carrying you.

You’re more than guilty for stirring up trouble for him just to have the chance to speak to him. Although you report to him its usually just a brief moment of contact before he zooms off to be the strict, serious, and hardworking head elf he takes prides in being. The more you teased him, skipped out on work, and lead him on a series of chases meant the more time you got to spend with him.

You prided yourself a bit on helping him earn his strict reputation, most of the elves being scared straight just by seeing his most strict moments when he reprimanded you. He wasn’t just a hard gumball all the time though. He only gets so worked up because he cares, more than any elf you ever met, about Christmas. His bossiness just came with a deep need of it all to go right but you could always see the care behind his actions despite his angry tones and fell more in love every time.

Even with your bratty elf behavior he always gave you a beautifully wrapped gift every year. Always hand made and always perfect. Whatever current hobby you indulge in, books you are reading, or food you craved he always got something completely perfect for you. You hoped it was a small sign he didn’t truly harbor any frosty feelings towards you.

Your mind started twisting from nice to naughty fairly quick the more his hands squeezed. Now most of your wiggling was to shake away the tingling need begging for attention which only caused him to squeeze more.

Suddenly he pulled you back to the ground right in front of ‘the big mans’ ornate wooden door. Your heart clenched as his hands pulled away from your hips, your dreaming hazed state hoping it wasn’t just you imagining his fingers lingering for a moment. You didn’t have to endure the madness of his skin leaving yours though, as he quickly wraps his hand around your wrist and leans down to stare you in your eyes.

“You have been acting up nearly every day the past month so you are going to go in there and tell him everything you have done.” He clipped through some heavy huffs most likely from caring you the whole way.

“You don’t have to talk to me like I’m 200 and why do I have to be the one to tell him?”

“Because I’m head elf and my seniority means you have to listen to everything I tell you to do.” The more he bosses you around the more your mind clouds with dirty thoughts of listening to some different commands from him.

Without giving him a response you knock on the door and walk in with the call of puppets screaming to enter. You quickly bounce in as nice as sugar, twirling the bells adorning your skirt, and toss a wave towards Santa. Bernard marches in and stands tall right in front of Santa’s desk, ready to exert his rank. You happily slide up next to him and give him a small jab of your elbow.

“Uh oh.” The puppets immediately call seeing you and Bernard enter, causing Santa to laugh brightly.

“Oh Ho Ho, its never a good sign that both of you are here.” Santa chuckled, sparing a glance at Bernard and raising his eyebrows at the state the elf was in. “So what squabble brings the two of you here again?”

“I’ve been nothing but Jolly to him I swear Santa.” You smile brightly before leaning in. “And can I just say that you look positively glowing with that tan. We should put you at the top of the tree this year.”

“Rednoser.” Bernards quickly coughs out before looking to the side and up.

“Carol killer.” You snip back at him just as quickly under your breath.

“Blizzard box” He shoots back.

“Tinsel tool!” You raise your voice as you both continue slinging insults.

“Toy Twat!” He pivots his view from Santa to stare you down.

“Stocking sniffer!”

Both of you start raising your voices in unison, throwing insults and yelling every thought that can cram its way out of your throats. The volume in the room triples as the puppets start mimicking your fighting and start smacking each other with rolling pins.

“Hey stop it, everyone stop right now!” Santa’s voice cuts through, lacking any real bite but filled with exasperation. Every one takes a moment to collect themselves as Santa stares at both of you while rubbing a hand through his beard.

“Oh boy, those were some new ones. I really hope the younger elves don’t hear those.” Santa hums to himself quietly for a bit in contemplation before sighing and leaning back in his chair.

You shoot a quick glance at Bernard a shoot him a smirk as Santa makes a series of contemplating noises as he rubs his temples.

“Bernard do I really have to deal with this, I just got back and haven’t even taken my boots off, and I need to check on Mrs. Clause.” Santa huffs out in a plea.

“Of course not Santa, I just need your permission to deal with her.” Bernard easily slips back into his head boy pose.

“Alright but it’s officially Christmas season and I really need you both to work together so please go easy on her. Oh and go somewhere private, I don’t need the rest of the elves distracted by your boxing match or to hear your colorful language.” He ends with a chuckle.

“Of course, thank you very much Santa.” Bernard quickly nods and grabs your hand before pulling you out with him.

“And Y/N don’t try to shove a snowball down his pants again!” Santa calls out quickly.

“No promises!” You shout back before stumbling to keep up with Bernards pace.

The march to presumably his office is quiet besides the thud of shoes on the floor as he pulls you down hallways. His silent anger was frightening you just a bit so you decided to poke the bear a bit more for a reaction that would end this silence.

“Brad you really need to slow down!”

His grip on your hand tightens but for now he keeps quiet.

“You heard Kringle, you should be nice to me. I think your heart may be two sizes too small Ben.”

Again no response and the silence was starting to gnaw at you. You were desperate to be acknowledged by him, anything was better than silence.

“Bill? Did you hear me?” Nothing, the fear and guilt start climbing your throat.

“Bob?” Your hands are getting sweaty.

“Benedict!” You finally scream while taking note of how fast your approaching his office door.

“Son of a nutcracker!” He finally screams out, yanking open his door and pulling you in quickly.

“You know my name Y/N! You snarky sarcastic sadistic snowflake! We have know each other over 1,000 years and you still don’t call me, your superior, by my proper name!”

You relished in a brief moment of happiness when he spoke again but it quickly corrupted to a warmth spreading through you again as he paced in front of you. Every time he spared a glance in between each turn of pace his eyes bore into your own, melting away your resolve and making your legs shift under his gaze.

As he slowed his pacing down he leaned back against the wall, breathing deeply as he glared at you. Every muscle in his body looked tense as he awaited whatever snarky comment you were constructing in your mind. Usually your quick wit would take over but your eyes stayed glued to his teeth gnawing on his lip. You sat back against his desk unable to speak, pushing yourself up to sit on the flat surface.

After a few moments he pushed off the wall and approached you, step by step. Finally his legs stopped a breath away from your knees, so close the fabric of his pants brushed past your skin as he shifted his weight back and forth. He breaths out a huff, lowering his eyes to be at level with your own, and boxes you in with his hands resting at either side of your thighs.

Your lungs ceased working, time froze as you waited for him to talk. You’re left with endless amount of time focusing on how cold the room suddenly felt, goosebumps pricking your skin and air bubbles clogging the back of your throat. Your pelvic floor was clenching and it caused a pressure too sharp and needy for you to handle, and you’re quickly trying to unclench and relax.

“What do I have to do to get you to respect me?” His voice came out low, frustrated, and coarse.

Before you knew you even opened your mouth, the words tumbled from your lips. “Make me.”

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Green-eyed Monster (Ron Speirs x GN!Reader)

HEY! HEY! Sorry for this taking so long, she's a busy gal. But this is for @kafka-ohdear who asked for a jealousy story, and boy oh boy he was a bit jealous. This was so fun to write. I thought it would be the most fun to make Mr. Speirs jealous. Cause he just wears jealousy so well. It got a bit steamy, so I hope you like it. Anyway as per usual this is based off the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, no hate to the men who served.

Ronald Speirs was a calm man. He thought of himself as composed and coolheaded. These traits made him a good leader. He was able to handle any situation thrown at him. Like in Foy when he had been made to take over the assault that Lieutenant Dike had been butchering to then be made CO. But one person made his calmness dissipate. Ron couldn’t put his finger on why the private had wound him up so much. Maybe it was their carefree attitude, they were in the middle of the war but still found a way to be chipper and brighten up the rest of the men. Or maybe it was the way they carelessly flirted with every soldier they came across, did they know they were doing it or was it unconscious. Maybe he was jealous at how easily they talked to everyone and opened up to them with their infectious personality. Everyone seemed to hang off their every word. Now as they sat in Hitler’s Eagles Nest Ron watched Y/N entertain the men with their stories. 

“And then she dropped it and it went everywhere!” Y/N finishes their story as the soldier’s roared with laughter. “Thank you, thank you I will be here all week.” Y/N bows, pretending to receive applause. Y/N reaches forward picking up the bottle of wine they had placed on the floor before they had stood up to give a dramatic reenactment of the story. Y/N sips from the wine, still standing, their eyes scanning over the room. Y/N’s eyes fall on the soldier sitting in the corner of the hall, Winters and Nixon sitting close to the men but he doesn’t involve himself in their conversation. Ron’s eyes are fixed on Y/N, not averting his gaze. They seem to stare at each other, waiting for the other to pull their focus. Y/N tilts their head as they regard the man as he mirrors their actions. They sip from their wine, finally turning their attention back to the group of rowdy Easy company men that sat in front of them. Y/N sat next to George trying to focus on the conversation he was having with Lieb but their mind wandered to the solitary soldier drinking across the room from them.

Ron had only become CO a couple months prior, but he had been around before that. Ron was in Dog company originally. Y/N had only seen him a handful of times but had heard many things about the infamous Captain Speirs. Ronald had quite the reputation, many soldiers in the company being scared shitless of the ruthless man. A rumour or two had spread at the beginning of the war right after D-day, that Speirs had given a group of POW’s cigarettes only to shoot them all dead after they had lit them. However this was just gossip, only one person had claimed to see the event, and from there the story had become more exaggerated. People said he shot 8 and then the next Y/N had heard the story Ron had killed 20 odd men. Y/N didn’t believe all the tall tales told about the Captain but had kept him at arm's length. Though he was stunningly handsome, he was cold and calculated. He was curt and stubborn, all the things that Y/N was not. Known in Easy company as the flirt and entertainment along with Luz. Luz and Y/N had clicked right from the beginning getting on like a house on fire. The two were notorious for playing pranks and causing havoc. They were referred to lovingly as Easy companies trouble-makers. Y/N loved Luz like a brother and they were attached at the hip, never far from each other. It kept them sane, amidst all the chaos and heartbreak of war. They had each other and were able to make each other laugh, even when they were having the toughest of days. But they also were able to console each other, knowing what to say when the jokes weren’t feeling the most appropriate. George and Y/N had had a hard time after they had found the camp when doing a search of the perimeter. Neither of them had seen anything like it before and it broke them. It was different to the casualties they had experienced in war, this situation seemed more cruel. The men in the war signed up knowing the sacrifice they might have to make, knowing they might not make it back alive. But this camp they had found, the people were innocent. They weren’t even being treated like humans, they were inferior in Hitler’s eyes, cast aside to be exterminated like cockroaches in a house. That was cruel, the most awful thing that Y/N would ever see. George and Y/N weren’t the same after that, but none of the men were. In that moment they saw the real horror of what was happening and how blindsided they had all been to the reign of Hitler. So when they had stumbled across his Eagle’s nest they were more than happy to loot and steal whatever they wanted, that man deserved no respect. George knocked his elbow into Y/N pulling them from their thoughts. 

“Huh?” Y/N asked. 

“Were you not listening at all?” George rolled his eyes at his friend. 

“Nope, but you know what? I am super drunk.” Y/N slurs in George’s face. George laughs, as Y/N tries to get the room to stop spinning. Y/N spots Winters and Nixon laughing across the room. Y/N gets to their feet, steadying themself before sauntering over to the men. 

“Hello handsome!” Y/N says to Nixon swaying over him. 

“Hello you!” Nixon equally as drunk smirks at Y/N. They take a step forward to sexily whisper in his ear, stumbling over Nixon’s feet landing on his lap. 

“Woooh, steady on Y/N!” Nixon laughs as Y/N gets comfortable. Wrapping their arms around his neck. 

“You love it!” Y/N teases. Nixon wraps his arms around their waist steadying them on his lap. Y/N stays in that position flirting with Nixon as they chat. Y/N feels a shiver run up their spine, glancing around finding the icy stare of Ron trained on them. Shaking off the feeling they turned their focus back to Nixon. Y/N couldn’t seem to pay attention to Nix, the weight of Ron’s gaze distracting them too much. 

“I have to pee.” Y/N announces wiggling off of Nixon’s lap. Y/N scurried out of the hall they occupy into one of the long hallways. Feeling more sober now thanks to the glare of the stoic Captain.

Y/N turns in a circle, where am I? The Eagle’s nest is huge. All the hallways looking the same turns it into a never ending maze. I swear I just walked past that panting. Y/N groans turning around to try and find their way back to the hall. After making more turns left and right trying to remember the way they had come originally, Y/N was once again lost. OMG I WILL NEVER ESCAPE THIS HALLWAY! Y/N presses their back to the wall, sliding down it to sit. Hiding their head in their knees sighing. A pair of black boots stepped into Y/N’s eyeline. They take a moment to regard the shoes, slowly trailing their eyes up the figure looming above them. They gape at their Captain who stands over them.

“Oh, Captain!” Y/N sputtered. Ron didn’t speak, only extending his hand to help Y/N to their feet. Reaching out Y/N clasps the outstretched hand, as he helped haul them to their feet. Once standing they noticed the closeness of the Captain. Ron stood toe to toe with Y/N, caging them into the wall with his body. Shyly Y/N glanced up at Ron who looked down his nose at them. 

Ron leaned forward into Y/N’s space, prompting Y/N to take a step back only to be stopped by the wall. The Captain’s breath fanned onto their face, only inches between them, one small movement would cause their lips to touch. A blush rose to Y/N’s cheeks thinking about them sharing a kiss with Speirs, shaking the thought from their head. Their eyes finally glanced up to hold his gaze. 

“Is there something on my face?” Y/N asked, turning on their signature charm. 

“No.” Speirs said curtly. 

“Then why do you keep staring at me?” Y/N questions the man tilting their head in a coy manner. 

“I don’t like people touching what’s mine.” Ron spoke in a low voice. Y/N blinked at the man confused at what he meant. 

“I’m sorry Sir, I’m confused? Do I have something of yours?” Y/N asked. The man didn’t answer immediately, scanning his eyes over their face, lingering on their lips before dragging back up to meet their gaze again. A shiver ran up Y/N’s spine. The intensity at which Ron was looking at them almost had them in a puddle on the floor. 

Ron took a deep breath, enjoying the scent of Y/N. The smell of wine and something almost sweet lingered around them. The smell alone was addicting. Ron had never felt like this before about anyone. When Y/N had sat on Nixon’s lap he saw red, the way they smiled at each other. Draped over each other, the way Nixon’s arm looped around their waist. His head swirled with jealousy. Ron didn’t think he liked the Private much, he thought he disliked them. Watching them flirt with people, he just assumed he was annoyed at how they weren’t focussing on the task at hand. But after he saw them in Nixon’s lap, he had soon figured out that he felt quite the opposite about Y/N. He had wanted to be the one they were draped over, laughing carelessly, whispering to each other. It had taken quite some control to stop himself from marching over and plucking Y/N out of Nixon’s lap to find somewhere more private. Ron had taken the other option of sending the most deadly glare in their direction instead. When Y/N had scurried out of the room he was quick to slip out as well, following them from a distance. He could tell when Y/N had taken multiple wrong turns they had been lost. He kept his distance though, planning to only be a spectator to it all. When Y/N had sighed loudly and sunk to the floor, he thought it would be the right time to intervene. His plan at first was just to help Y/N back to the hall they were so desperately trying to find. But after he had helped them to their feet he couldn’t help but close the distance between them. They had tried to charm Ron but he had other motives. 

“Sir?” Y/N questioned again when the Captain didn’t answer. The man seemed to snap out of his trance, taking a step back from Y/N. 

“Do you want me to show you back to the hall?” Ron asked. Y/N felt like they had whiplash, one moment it seemed like Ron was about to confess something, the next he was offering to show them back to the hall. 

Y/N still feeling a bit tipsy felt a surge of confidence, taking a step forward into Ron’s personal space. Lightly brushing their fingertips down Ron’s arm. The man stood still, watching Y/N fingers trace down his sleeve, his jaw clenched. 

“Careful Y/N, you don’t know what you’re doing.” Ron growled. 

Y/N smirked, “Oh like this?” dragging their fingers across Ron’s chest teasingly. In a sharp movement Ron captured Y/N’s hand in his, causing a gasp to leave their lips. Pulling them in even closer to whisper in their ear. “You’re playing with fire.” Ron let Y/N’s hand go as it dropped back to their side. 

Something switched in Y/N. An anger bubbled in their chest. Yes they had noticed Ron’s glares on occasion, only thinking it was because the Captain disliked them. Y/N was fine with that, not everyone had to like them, but from his actions tonight it seemed like it was the opposite. Which ticked them off, if Ron liked them why treat Y/N so coldly. Why did he always send a dirty look, never talk to them. Whenever they talked in the past it was short and sweet, no small talk. Orders and go. Now Ron wanted to claim them. A huff left Y/N lips. 

“Do you have a problem with me Sir?” Y/N demanded. Ron seemed taken aback from the sudden outburst of Y/N, not often were they mad and showed it. Ron opened his mouth to answer the soldier standing in front of him only to be cut off. 

“You can’t just treat me like you hate me and then tell me that I am yours!” Y/N spat harshly at the man. 

“I didn’t know.” Ron said calmly, trying to defuse the situation. 

“You didn’t know what?” Y/N challenged the man, fist clenching at their sides to try and restrain themselves from doing something they would regret. 

“I didn’t know that I liked you.” Ron confessed sheepishly. The statement had shocked Y/N causing a blush to rise on their cheeks. They opened and closed their mouth, unable to form a sentence. 

“I’m sorry for treating you poorly in the past. You just….you just made me so angry. I couldn’t put my finger on why. But now I can. Seeing you tonight with Nixon, it just hit a nerve. Then I realised that I was jealous.” Ron blurted trying to fill the silence, as Y/N stared stunned at him. 

“I wanted you to look at me how you were looking at him.” Ron breathed. The pair still standing toe to toe stared at each other as their breaths filled the silence. The tension between them was thick with need. So close, their faces only inches apart, breaths mingling with each other. Ron’s eyes searched between Y/N’s for an answer, a signal, anything. Ron’s hands moved from his side reaching Y/N’s face cupping around their jaw. 

“Is this ok?” He hummed lowly. Y/N’s lips parted as a soft yes fell from their mouth. Ron’s thumb moved, stroking Y/N’s jaw. The movement causes Y/N’s eyes to flutter closed, enjoying the gentle touches. 

“What about this?” Ron breathed, running his thumb down Y/N’s neck. A sigh left their lips, letting their head fall back so the man had better access to their skin. Ron came closer, tucking his face into the open space that Y/N had created. 

“This?” He said, deliberately dragging his lips over the soft flesh as he spoke. Causing a moan to sound from Y/N. The man stepped back letting all contact cease. A whimper came from Y/N from the sudden loss. Y/N head swum, desperately wanting to be back in Ron’s arms and pissed at him for teasing them so. 

“That’s not very nice of you Ron.” They panted, a smug smirk formed on the Captain's lips. 

“Well now you know how it feels.” He teased Y/N. Y/N scoffed at the man. 

“Fine then! I will find someone else to satisfy my needs.” Y/N exclaimed, turning on their heel back to the direction of the hall. I mean if it’s that way, I am still lost. Not making it two steps before their waist was grabbed by Ron. Who turned them back to face him. 

“There is no need for that.” Ron asserted. Before Y/N could come back with a snarky reply Ron pressed his lips to theirs. His lips were surprisingly soft and full. The kiss at first was gentle. Ron’s hand gripped at Y/N’s hips pulling them closer. A contented sigh leaving Y/N’s lips. Sliding their hands up Ron’s arms to rest on his shoulders, pulling him further down to deepen their kiss. Ron’s grip on their body grew possessive, his kisses becoming more fervent. His hands running up their spine, stopping at the base of Y/N’s neck, his fingers playing with the hair there. A soft moan falls from Y/N’s lips. Taking the opportunity of their open mouth Ron teasingly running his tongue along their bottom lip. Y/N presses their body further into Ron’s needing to be as close as they could to the man. Ron allowed his tongue to find its way into Y/N mouth. The sounds of soft whimpers and groans filled the empty hallway as the pair became hungrier with lust. Ron moved Y/N swiftly, grabbing under their legs to lift them off the ground. Y/N wrapped their legs around Ron’s waist. Ron pushes Y/N against the wall pressing their back against its surface. With his hands wrapping fully around their body Ron passionately kisses Y/N, his hands gliding up their figure as his lips continue to explore theirs. With Y/N pressed against the wall Ron leaned into the kiss more heavily, his tongue exploring Y/N mouth, as their hands roamed around Ron’s body. Slipping their fingers into his hair tugging gently causing the man to groan, the sensual sound causing goosebumps to arise over their skin. Y/N pulls back to admire the man, his blue eyes full of lust, his swollen pink lips parted slightly as he pants. 

“I think we should take it slow.” Y/N whispers to the man still being held in his arms.

“God you’re killing me Y/N.” Ron growled, but in the same breath gently placing them back on the ground but still holding them close. A small smile formed on Y/N’s lip, giving the man a gentle peck. Grabbing his hand Y/N starts to lead him back to the hall. He smiles and walks after them. 

“Y/N, the hall is this way.” He chuckled, pulling them back. Continuing to hold hands they walked down the corridor back to the hall where the rest of Easy company resided.            

[which-qsmp-egg-would]

I have an idea for a special Playdate event

A dance

It's a little too late at night for me to draw, but I have a sketch of Poll in a dress that is super cute.

So our first special event! I hereby declare it!

Poll's egg dance!

(any attire, form, and whatever else is allowed, and you can join the party as late as you want to :]. Just remember to behave)

[goodlucksnez]

nik/o/lai & fy/o/dor time!!---it is past my bed time so I am going to sleep now--please if you like it--write comments/reblog so i can read them in the morning!

summery: nik/o/lai has a cold and fy/o/dor is kinda being a jerk about it, but does it in a teasing way!

Kinda shippy if you squint their relationship is so toxic so i kinda played into that-sorry i just wanted to try out the rat man voice

CW:sneezing, whining, hitching,begging,mentions of mess, mentions of punishment/abuse

do not reblog to non-kink blog

18+

minors do not interact/fuck off

Also the script can be found here I recommend reading it because there are things/actions that i could not voice act: https://docs.google.com/document/d/12u7v_MNuZZj-3EZvwh7BMGxyzv5Au421XCT-JFA2yB4/edit?usp=sharing

also as a note i have scheduled posts to go through the end of nov-I will be in grippy sock so i might not be able to respond but hopefully i will be back for December < 3 i love you all and i really appreciate your time and patience

[supervisormeero]

Pairings: Dedra Meero/Syril Karn Rating: Explicit, 18+, MDNI

Determined to secure an ally in her fight against Axis whose loyalty transcends ambition, Dedra Meero takes the unorthodox step of marrying Syril Karn. Wed to him secretly and under false pretenses, she decides to wield love as a blunt instrument—and to employ affection as nothing more than a manipulative tactic.

Unfortunately for her, Syril doesn't view their union so dispassionately.

I said I'd update, and I did! Here's Chapter 4—and Syril and Dedra's gloriously awkward one-year anniversary.

[eynnwwyjth]

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Ravnfaye's thank you event

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Hello everyone! Firstly, I want to thank all of you lovelies for your support and friendship! Posting my art and content is pretty fun but also nerve-racking. But this sweet community of people that I've met have made me feel so blessed and grateful.

So because of that, I wanted to give you all a lil present! As you can see, I am doing a *insert drumroll* art raffle! This really is a thank you to my moots and followers for all the smiles you bring my way!

Anyway, enough with the rambling, here is the info! <3

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How to enter and extra info:

Firstly, to even be considered in this, you need to be a follower of mine (as it is a thank you to my followers)

To enter, you need to comment or reblog (and to make it more fun) with a blurb about your favorite character atm and why you like them (cheesy I know but hush)

1 entry per person/blog

Ends September 10th

If the winners do not respond within 48 hours, a new winner will be picked

Art will be traditional except for chibi's, which can be either.

Rules of the art will be sent to the winners when notified

The prizes themselves will take a while, so please be patient

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The Art:

There will be 3 places you can win!

First place: This spot will win an art piece that can have the option of one to two people. Two ocs together, an oc and a character together, or two characters together. All of those are options. This art will strictly be traditional so that I can confidently provide the art that you expect.

Second place: This spot will get to choose any (1) character or oc to be drawn. Again, this art will strictly be traditional so that I can confidently provide the art that you expect.

Third place: This spot will get to choose any (1) character to be drawn as a chibi. This spot will have the option for digital and traditional because I can confidently provide the quality you expect with both.

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Side notes:

If you would like examples for my art, just visit my art tag

If there is anything I'm missing, please send and ask

Please have patience with me this is my first event lol

I hope everyone has fun and enjoys themselves

All entries will be put on a spin wheel and spun

All dividers were made by the amazing @benkeibear

The lil doodle of the person up top is me if you didn't guess it hehe

Taglist: @saint-garden @twistwonderlanddevotee @leonistic @neontokyoo @dove-da-birb @krenenbaker @silvers-numberonefan @busycloudy