#i love this handsome pirate man T-T

[thefrogdalorian]

Rest

Din Djarin x GN!Reader

Summary: Despite how often you have pleaded with Din to stop and rest, your calls have gone unheeded. Your stubborn Mandalorian will not stop and take care of himself. So, when he arrives back from his latest job with the New Republic utterly exhausted, you take matters into your own hands and ensure he gets the rest he so desperately needs. Word Count: 3.1k ✯ Rating: General ✯ Content Warnings: None, pure fluff! ✯ Author's Note: I was talking with a friend earlier about how Din would go to the ends of the galaxy for those he loves and it finally got me to finish a little idea I'd been sitting one for a while. His determination and protectiveness is one of my favourite things about him, but the threat of burnout would be real! He would desperately need a rest and someone there to make sure he gets it, because you know he'd never rest himself. Anyway, thank you @suresnips for inspiring this in some way. I hope it cheers you up a little 🤍

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One of the most difficult things about sharing your life with a man whose face was near-permanently hidden, was that you were unable to spot the tell-tale signs of fatigue that were surely present on his features until things reached a crisis point. The helmet that he wore in accordance with his Creed shielded so many of the expressions which were distinctively Din Djarin from the rest of the galaxy. You thought it was a shame that they were denied the privilege of seeing the handsome features and expressive brown eyes which belonged to the Mandalorian whom you loved so dearly. Then again, it meant they were entirely reserved for you, and the little green child who completed your Clan of Three. 

You had first encountered Din in the aftermath of his mission to retake Mandalore. There had been whispers that one of the Mandalorians who had helped to save your homeplanet of Nevarro from a band of diabolical pirates had taken up residence by the lava flats. You were not inclined to believe rumours and had been stunned when you had seen the gleaming unpainted beskar, dazzling in the afternoon sunlight as he made his way through the marketplace one day. 

The first time you and Din had a conversation, as he bought wares from the market stall you owned, the connection had been evident. With his deep, gravelly voice and understanding, patient nature, even when you tripped over your words as you peddled your wares, you found him constantly on your mind. Over the next few months, your paths had crossed enough times for it to become evident that the feeling was mutual. 

Now, you were fortunate to reside in the little cabin that Din owned by the lava flats of Nevarro. Your home was a little slice of heaven that the two of you had carved out together alongside Grogu. When you saw how hectic and chaotic Din’s life was, you were grateful that he had allowed you to get close to him. You wondered how he had managed before he had forged a life with you and how he had looked after himself before you were around to share some of the burden. Your heart ached to think of Din alone, neglecting his own needs at the expense of others. He was selfless and devoted to those he loved by nature, but sometimes Din needed taking care of himself.

Happily, now the two of you had found each other, you were a true partnership in every sense of the word. 

On your worst days, Din was there to pick you up and brighten your spirits, just as, in turn, you were there for him. You celebrated each other’s successes when times were good, too. Which, fortunately, was the case more often than not. Life with Din was always exciting; even when he was away from you, he always took the effort to keep in touch. 

You were stunned when you first met Din and he regaled you with details of recent events in his life, that he had not allowed himself to rest on his laurels and enjoy the glory after completing such an arduous task as retaking Mandalore. Instead, he had taken jobs with the New Republic and turned his former bounty hunting skills to helping to keep the galaxy safe. It was relentless, exhausting work. But his determined nature meant that he was only too eager to lend his services to them whenever a job came up.

Monitoring Din for signs of fatigue was particularly difficult when the best visuals you got was a grainy few minutes of his helmeted form visible on your holoprojector, or a few moments of audio on your comlink whenever his schedule permitted. You had been begging Din to rest for several weeks now, but he had not heeded your requests. Since you had moved into the cabin with him and were able to care for Grogu, it had allowed him to take more dangerous jobs that he would have felt uncomfortable with Grogu accompanying him on, such as the most recent job that he had agreed to. You had been frustrated when he informed you about another assignment. You were deathly afraid that he would work himself into the ground if he wasn’t careful. Your pleas for him to postpone the job and rest had been unheeded.

If Din wouldn’t take care of himself, it fell on your shoulders to keep an eye on him. So, this time, when he returned from his latest job, you resolved that you would not be so easy on him. 

This time, Din Djarin would rest.

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The rumble of the N-1’s engines as the Nubian starfighter descended through the Nevarrian atmosphere was a welcome sound in the stillness of the night. For hours, the only sounds audible in the cabin had been the faint snores of Grogu from his room and your racing thoughts. Now, the distant growl of the engines, which turned into a roar as they grew nearer, signalled your favourite Mandalorian’s return from his most recent mission. 

You were up like a shot, racing towards the door and out into the night to greet Din. Yet, any excitement you felt soon dissipated when you saw how sluggishly he moved. The man who often so energetically leapt out of the cockpit, as though it were no effort at all, was now a lethargic figure in the darkness. As he leapt onto the volcanic surface of the planet, he barely managed to regain his posture after bending his knees in a smooth landing. Instead, he leant back against the body of the N-1.

You shook your head as you approached him, frustrated that he had been so stubborn and ignored your protestations when he informed you about his latest mission. A time for scolding him would come later, though. For now, you walked across the ground, closing the distance between the two of you. 

Instinctively, Din had held his arms out in preparation for you to step into his embrace. Even in his fatigued state, his exhausted body still knew that he wanted you in his arms. You smiled as you nestled your head into the crook of his neck and wrapped your arms around his waist, feeling his warmth between the cool plates of beskar.

“I missed you,” you whispered into Din’s cowl.

“I missed you too, cyare,” Din replied, his voice low and husky as he rubbed circles into your back with his large hands. 

“Let’s go inside,” you insisted as you stepped away from his embrace and took his hand in yours, leading him towards the cabin. Towards home. Towards rest. 

You hoped that the child you had finally managed to see settled in his cot had not awakened at the sound of the engines. Getting Grogu to sleep had only proved successful after several hours of tantrums when you had forbidden him to stay up past his bedtime to greet his father. It was probably harsh, but you knew that Din was keen that his son maintained a regular sleeping schedule. Which was ironic, considering how little he respected his own needs for rest. 

Din's stubborness and insistence that he was fine meant that ensuring Din had some much-needed rest was a burden which fell squarely on you. If the way he had strained as he leapt from the N-1 had not been proof enough, his heavy footsteps as he trudged back to the cabin by your side further indicated his need for rest.

Unfortunately, as soon as you stepped through the entryway to the cabin, you were greeted by a certain child and his pleading brown eyes. Grogu had not missed his father’s return and he wanted attention. Din was never one to begrudge Grogu’s needs, and without hesitation, he pulled his helmet off and crouched down to scoop his son up. You silently cringed as you noticed the way he grunted thanks to the exertion of such an action. He desperately needed to rest.

But Din Djarin was a stubborn man.

“Din, let me put Grogu to sleep. You need to rest,” you reminded him as he took Grogu into his arms.

“I’m fine,” he shrugged off your concerns once again, “I'll put Grogu to sleep.”

As the two of them disappeared down the small hallway and into Grogu’s room, you sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration. Then, you took a deep breath and in an attempt to ensure your anger did not get the better of you. If there was one common thread that ran through Din Djarin's every action, it was his absolute devotion to his son. Nothing in this galaxy would ever stand in the way of him and Grogu. You knew Din would do anything for his son, even at the expense of his well-being. 

Fortunately, you knew you were there to take care of Din. So you allowed him his precious time with his son and resolved to be there for him afterwards and take care of his weary mind and fatigued body. You padded down the hallway towards the room you and Din shared, pausing briefly outside Grogu’s room. You smiled at the sounds you could hear through the door. You could hear the heartwarming sound of a child’s giggles and the familiar rasp of Din’s husky voice as he recounted various stories from his recent mission to his son. 

Satisfied that Din had not fallen asleep on top of Grogu at the very least, you entered your room and set about gathering the most luxurious pyjamas he owned. You had already changed the sheets to the softest silks in the galaxy in preparation for his return, hoping that once he felt them against his skin he would not fight you when you insisted he rest. You lay the pyjamas on the sheets and perched on the side of your cot to await Din’s return. You were content to give him some alone time with his precious boy. 

Finally, leaden footsteps sounded at the door, indicating that Grogu was asleep. Now, it was time to ensure that Din finally rested.

“Hi,” Din sighed, with a smile that did not quite meet his exhausted eyes.

“Hi,” you breathed.

As he stepped towards you, you noticed how deep the wrinkles on his face had become. You always loved the lines and grooves present on his face. They complimented the greys apparent in the smattering of facial hair across his strong jawline. You thought such features made him look distinguished and handsome, rather than old and exhausted. Tonight, though, their appearanced alarmed you. They were deeper than usual. You had never seen Din look so exhausted. His usual bright, warm brown eyes were dulled and dark. They were slightly bloodshot, too. Your heart ached at the sight of him. 

“You look exhausted,” you observed.

“I’m fine,” Din insisted.

“The bags under your eyes suggest otherwise.”

At your comment, Din’s ungloved hands balled into fists at his sides. He sighed through gritted teeth. You hated the way he shrugged off your concerns so nonchalantly and your observations 

“Din,” you sighed, “You are allowed to rest sometimes, you know?”

“I know.”

“Well then, why don’t you let me take care of you? Why don’t you sit on the new silk sheets that I put on, especially for you, and let me take your armour off?” 

“I can do it,” Din shook his head and averted his gaze.

“I know you can, but I want to help you,” you nodded as you pushed yourself off the cot and stepped towards him. “You do so much for me and Grogu. You do so much for the entire galaxy. You must be exhausted.”

“I’m fine,” Din repeated. This time, hearing those words caused something to snap inside of you. You had reached the end of your tether.

“Din, you look like you haven’t slept since you left a week ago! You’re going to run yourself into the ground!” you exclaimed forcefully, voice a little louder than you intended. 

You both stopped and looked in the direction of Grogu’s room, panic-stricken that you had awoken him. Fortunately, there was no noise. Grogu still slept soundly. At your outburst, when Din’s dull eyes met yours again, you noticed that a flicker of recognition had set across his features now. He understood that resting was not a sign of weakness.

“I’m sorry for snapping,” you apologised, instantly remorseful. 

“It’s alright,” Din reassured you.

“Please let me shoulder some of the burden, Din. Please don’t fight me on this,” you pleaded.

“Okay,” Din nodded and took a seat on the edge of the cot. 

You busied yourself with the various intricate fixtures that attached each piece of Din’s armour to his body, placing them on the floor at his side with as much care as you had observed him pay towards them. Din would stack them properly come the morning. He was meticulous and particular about the way they fitted on each shelf of the cabinet that was fixed into the wall for the very purpose of storing his armour. Even if you stacked them yourself, Din would do it again tomorrow. Better to preserve your energy and make sure he rested first.

By the time you had finished removing his armour, Din’s head was slumped to one side and his eyes were closed. Your heart soared at sight, and the small sounds of his soft snores. Before you could even finish undressing him, he had drifted off to sleep. Finally, the creases in his face looked less terrifying. He looked so peaceful that you hated to wake him. But sleeping in his flightsuit would not be comfortable and the garments you had laid out for him were of the most luxurious material in the galaxy. You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his temple.

“Din, I’m sorry to wake you, honey,” you said apologetically, lips against his forehead.

Din continued snoring softly. It seemed a more drastic gesture would be in order. You leaned down and pressed your lips to his, smiling softly at the way his moustache tickled your upper lip. It was slightly longer than he usually kept it which was unusual for Din, given his fastidious nature. His latest job had been so hectic that personal grooming had fallen by the wayside. 

Fortunately, the kiss had the desired effect and Din’s eyes flickered open momentarily. You seized the opportunity.

“Din, why don’t you stand up for a second so I can help you into your pyjamas?” you whispered into his dark brown curls. 

“Hmph,” Din grunted in response, his eyes still shut.

“It’ll be worth it, you’ll be comfortable then,” you suggested.

Din opened his eyes, bleary thanks to your rude interruption of his peaceful slumber, and nodded slowly. You steadied him as he stood to his feet on shaky legs and helped him as he removed his final garments. With the pesky flak vest and flightsuit discarded, the final barriers to Din and some much-needed rest had been removed. 

Now clad in his luxurious silk pyjamas, you pulled the top sheets back for Din to clamber into the warmth and sanctuary of your cot, which he did without hesitation. In the time that it took for you to turn the light out and round the cot to join him, the quiet snores had resumed. You shook your head and smirked at the further proof – as if any more were required – of just how exhausted Din had been. You sighed in contentment as you took your place behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. You rested them against his body, enjoying the warmth which radiated from his body. Sleeping in the cabin without Din felt cold and lonely, now he had returned and that contrast was even more stark. 

“I love you, Din,” you whispered into the nape of his neck, watching as your breath caused the dark brown curls which lingered there to flutter slightly. “Even when you’re stubborn,” you added.

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The sensation of warm lips as they pressed a soft kiss to your forehead awoke you from the sleep you had drifted off into. Your eyelids fluttered open. In the golden light of a Nevarrian morning, you were finally able to see the warm brown eyes of the man you loved beyond comparison gazing at you adoringly.  

“Good morning,” Din rasped before he claimed your lips with his in a languid kiss.

“Morning, Din,” you sighed when you finally parted. “How did you sleep?”

“I slept well, thank you,” Din nodded.

“Glad to hear it,” you murmured as you stretched your arms out.

“Thank you for last night,” Din sighed against your lips. “I’m sorry for being so pigheaded.”

“It’s alright, Din,” you smiled in gratitude that he was aware of his stubbornness. “I know being taken care of is a new experience for you.”

“It is,” Din confirmed as he rolled off you and came to rest at your side. “But I appreciate your concern.”

“I know you do,” you nodded. “Which is why you’re going to take another nap, while I wake Grogu up and prepare some breakfast for us.”

“But–”

“Ah!” you said, raising a finger to his plush lips which were currently positioned in an adorable pout. “No fighting me on this, let me take care of you. Okay?”

“Fine,” Din huffed.

“Awww,” you cooed and stroked his cheek affectionately. “You’re pretty adorable when you’re grumpy, you know?”

“I’m not adorable,” Din sulked.

“You are,” you giggled at his ridiculousness. “Now, roll over and let me hold you again until you fall asleep.”

Din turned over wordlessly, settling into position in preparation for a nap. Your arms found their position around his waist once more and you pressed a kiss to the nape of his neck, which produced a rumble of laughter from somewhere deep within him.

“I love you, Din. Even when you’re stubborn,” you whispered into his ear, repeating the words that he had not heard the previous night.

“I love you too,” Din replied. “Thank you for putting up for me.”

“Of course, honey,” you nodded. “I’m stuck with you now.”

“Thank Maker. I don’t know how I ever managed before our paths crossed,” Din sighed sleepily as you placed your hands underneath his shirt and traced soothing circles into the warm expanse of his belly.

“I don’t know, either,” you chuckled at the thought.

But the time for worrying about how differently the respective courses of your lives could have taken, were it not for that chance meeting at the market on Nevarro all those months ago, would come later. 

For now, it was time for Din Djarin to rest.

[loguetowns]

deal or no deal

portgas d. ace x reader

making deals with a pirate is a dangerous thing

"we have a contract!" + ace

2.5k words

a/n. i did not intend for this to be so long, but i always forget how easy it is to write for my favourite loveable boy ♡ anyways, this takes place during ace's great blackbeard search cover story hehe

cw. angsty ending and goodbyes (but there's a small epilogue!)

day 1.

this isn't what you signed up for.

chasing down mountain bandits and patrolling streets? sure. chasing down pirates at sea? absolutely.

what you didn't sign up for when you joined the marines was discovering pirates within your own naval base — a peculiar situation that you find yourself in at the moment.

"start talking now." you stare daggers at the tied up pirate in front of you. "what are you doing here?"

he squirms, doing his best to avoid your gaze. "i'm just looking for someone."

"to do what? rob them? assassinate them?"

"no," ace sighs. "i'm just trying to deliver a letter."

your surprise is quickly replaced with skepticism, ingrained into you by your hours of marine training. you lean in to study him, peering into his eyes to gauge whether he's telling the truth or not.

he has really cute freckles.

you blush at the intrusive thoughts, a wonderfully adorable sight that ace will surely tell you about later.

your eyes land on his arm tattoo, far too familiar for your liking. you recall a conversation you once had with vice admiral garp.

"you're one of whitebeard's men!" you gasp. you narrow your eyes at him. "are you trying to smuggle communications to blackbeard?"

his face hardens. "talking is the last thing i'd be doing if i found him."

disappointment floods you. gathering intel is your specialty, but it's been much harder to find information about blackbeard's coup than you'd like to admit. it would've been too easy if this pirate was in kahoots with him...

"look," he says, straightening up. "maybe we can help each other out."

you raise an eyebrow.

"if you help me with my letter, i'll tell you anything you want to know about marshall d. teach."

"including where he is and what's he's planning?"

"okay, maybe not that" — your face falls — "but only because i don't know! if you're looking into him, we can look together?"

you cross your arms.

"that hardly seems like a fair deal to me - you get your letter delivered and you get information about blackbeard? i'm going to need more than just some outdated background info."

"i'll have you know that i'm a commander under the most powerful pirate in the world," he huffs. "but i'll tell you what - after all this is said and done, you can arrest me."

at this, you stop to think about it. it would do very well for your career to bring in one of whitebeard's big shots. on top of that, imagine if you also had intel about blackbeard's whereabouts! surely, you'd get that promotion you've been vying for.

and while you're fantasizing about the rewards for ace's capture, he smiles to himself. having someone on the inside will help him stay undercover and, if he's lucky, he'll get some answers about teach before he goes on his merry way.

for ace has no intention of being caught by any marine — no matter how cute they are.

"alright," you finally say. "you've got yourself a deal."

he grins, and you falter for what will not be the last time at how handsome he is when he smiles.

"nice t' meet ya, partner."

day 5.

"holy cow, look at the amount of food on that guy's plate!"

"i told you the rumours about the new guy were true."

"where does all that food even go?"

"what a freak..."

the gossip of your peers gets drowned out by the screech of a chair being pulled and the loud thud! of a plastic tray barely supporting the mountain of food on top of it.

"man, don't you love dinner time? you guys have it made!"

"what are you doing?" you hiss.

ace can only offer you a look of confusion, too busy stuffing his face with a drumstick in each hand.

"'you guys?' you're supposed to be one of us, remember?" you point at him with your fork. "and for a guy who's trying to stay undercover, you sure are calling a lot of attention to yourself."

"i can't help it," he says — or tries to say. his voice comes out muffled from the food he's shovelling into his face. "i have needs."

for what it's worth, there is something adorable in the way that this uncouth man looks so happy with his cheeks stuffed like a squirrel. you can't help but giggle, and it makes ace smile.

he thinks to himself,

what a cute laugh.

day 8.

ace yawns, stretching his arms before his hands land on the back of his neck.

"is this where taxpayer money goes? to pay two marines to go for a stroll when they could be doing that for free?"

"it's called patrol, and everyone has to do it," you nudge him with your elbow. "especially non-tax paying criminals disguised as law enforcement."

"y'know, being a marine isn't so hard. boring, but easy enough."

"easy, he says! it's only easy because i'm the one busting my ass to try and keep your cover under control."

ace gives you a sideways glance, flashing a lazy grin. "tomato, to-mah-to."

you roll your eyes, but ace knows you well enough by now to distinguish your seriously-pissed eye roll from your endearingly-annoyed eye roll.

he can say with 99% certainty that this one is the latter.

and to make up up for that missing 1%, ace waggles his eyebrows in the way that made you laugh yesterday. to his delight, you giggle again and he swells.

walking down a line of shoppes, your arm brushes past his as you point to his left, "see that parlour over there? they have the best ice cream in the world."

"that's a ballsy proclamation, officer."

"yeah? what makes you say that, officer?"

"you're talking to the ice cream connoiseur on this side of the ocean. i don't know if i can just take your word for it."

"so you're saying i'm lying?"

"no," he grins at you, devious, dazzling and dashing. he nods towards the store. "i'm saying that we should go get some ice cream."

15 minutes later, ace has to agree that this was, in fact, the best ice cream he's ever had. he laughs at your boasting and your "i told you!" and your sermon about the fruit-to-cream ratio, and he wonders if you know that the reason why he's enjoying this ice cream has nothing to do with the flavour and everything to do with you.

day 16.

"ace? what are you-"

"quick! run!" he grabs your hand and practically drags you down the hallway at lightning speed. you nearly trip over your feet as you run behind him.

"hey! stop right there!" booms a voice behind you.

"we gotta hide!"

like any well-trained soldier, it's answers first and questions later. "there's a closet on your right around the corner!"

ace darts around the corner with you in hot pursuit. he thrusts open the closet and quickly pulls you inside.

"who-"

"shh!"

you hear running getting louder, and you decide to question ace later. in this tiny broom closet, you do your best to discern what's happening on the other side. both of you press an ear to the door and listen carefully.

footsteps approaching. footsteps slowing down. footsteps stopping just outside the closet.

you hold your breath.

it feels like an eternity that ace's pursuer stands on the other side and you don't dare to make a single peep. you lock eyes with ace, who stares back at you with an exhilarated smile.

a voice mutters, "i could've sworn-"

"commodore, sir!"

you gape at ace with wild incredulity.

commodore? you mouth with wide eyes.

he winks at you, holding a finger to his lips.

"they're looking for you in the grand boardroom, sir."

a pause.

"alright, at ease. let's go."

the two men walk away, but neither of you dare say anything until a solid minute after the footsteps fade away. and then-

you smack ace across the chest, "what-"

"ow!"

"-did you do?"

"that hurts!"

you shoot daggers at him.

he smiles sheepishly at you, "okay, i deserve that. but look what i found in his office!"

he holds up a sheet of paper with excitement. in the darkness of the closet, you can't make out the words and only look at him with confusion.

"there's a scout ship coming from the green shores. as far as i know, that's where teach was last seen!" he rushes through his words. "and comil's going to be on that ship! we can kill two birds with one stone!"

he looks at you expectantly as you process what he says.

"if vice admiral comil's on that ship then they'll definitely have detailed notes of their observations... there's no way they wouldn't have gathered intel!"

"that's what i'm saying!"

"ace, that's great!" you throw your arms around him. "this is it!"

it's not until ace instinctively wraps his arms around you that you realize two very important things.

one. if vice admiral comil truly is on that ship, that means that your adventure with ace is coming to an end soon.

your heart sinks.

two. you and ace are alone, hugging, in a very, very dark and cramped broom closet — and you don't want to stop.

your heart races.

you look up at ace and he's never looked more earnest. mischievous, startled, impressed, hungry, and even flirty — you've had the privilege to learn what each of these expressions look like on ace's handsome face.

but this — his eyes boring into yours with an intensity that burns as hot as your cheeks — is a first.

you swear that you can feel his heart beat against your chest. he feels warm, even in an open vest, and you realize that he felt just as warm when he was holding your hand.

he brushes hair out of your face and, for a second time in this room, you hold your breath.

do it.

"you're right," he says quietly. "this is it."

and then, as if he heard your prayer, he kisses you.

day 23.

"are you okay? are you hurt?" you look for any sign of harm under all the soot on ace

"relax, it's just fire." he grins, "they do call me 'firefist ace', y'know."

finished with your examination, you reach up to brush away a bit of ash on his cheek. given any other circumstance, that smug smile on his face would make your heart flush.

right now, though, all you can think about are his words, sinking into your skin like lead.

"i know who you are, ace. the problem is," you do your best to erase any emotion from your voice. "so does everyone else now."

ever impulsive, the implication of ace's actions doesn't hit him until now. silence settles between you for a moment, and in the background, the commotion becomes audible. between the ship fire and ace's identity reveal, you've never heard so much chaos happen at once.

"they're looking for you," you say quietly. "they'll find you soon."

you wish you had more time. in the past 3 weeks, you've realized — on more than once occasion — that this is not what you signed up for. this had started out as a purely transactional relationship between a criminal and law enforcement, i.e. the bad guy and the good guy.

but it's been so much more than that.

in all his smiles and stupidity, his companionship, and his kind, kind heart, ace has proven to you over and over again that he's more than just the bad guy that your training manual has made him out to be.

you thumb the seastone cuffs hanging from your waist, completely lost in your thoughts. your stupid agreement looms over you; you know this is your only chance to arrest him.

it's not until he says your name that you remember where you are.

"did you say something?"

ace takes a deep breath, looking far more serious than you've seen.

"the deal's off."

huh?

"but we have a contract," you cling onto the very thing that you were just cursing. "you can't just do that! you got everything you wanted, you- it's not fair-"

he takes your hand, and the small act of affection is enough to quiet your protests.

"will you listen to me for a second?"

his voice is gentle, careful, loving. you manage to nod.

"i think," he intertwines his fingers in yours. "we both knew that my arrest was never going to happen."

you say nothing, waiting.

"i have no intention of getting captured here," he takes your other hand. "and i don't think you want to do it either."

a pang in your chest. he's right, and you know it. deep down, you knew that you were never going to be able to hold up your end of the bargain. the idea of putting an end to his adventures is something that you could never do.

he presses his forehead against yours, and it's so, so warm. it makes your heart ache. you close your eyes, focusing solely on the warmth that blooms from where you and ace are connected — from your foreheads, from your fingertips — as if it might make this any easier.

"hey," ace's voice is barely a whisper. "look at me."

like a good marine, you do as you're told.

you look into his dark eyes, and they look into yours.

"here's what i want you to do," his breath fans your cheeks.

"you're going to tell the captain that i'm going after blackbeard. tell them that you have information on his defection from the whitebeard pirates for the murder of a crewmate, okay?"

you nod again, willing the tears that are building in your chest to stay where they are.

"and thank you," he says. ace's voice breaks, and that's when the dam cracks. tears fall onto your cheeks as he does his best to continue.

"thank you for your help," ace says, knowing that he's running out of time and conviction to leave. "and for giving me everything i wanted."

he tilts your chin up to wipe away your tears, "you are everything."

and he kisses you for what feels like a millisecond and a lifetime all at once. he tastes like unfinished stories and goodbyes come too soon — like the sweetness of ice cream on a summer afternoon, like the warmth of breakfast on an autumn morning, and the richness of hot cocoa on a winter night.

he tastes like what you imagine love to be.

"wait for me," is the last thing he says to you before he leaves.

and like a good marine, you'll do as you're told.

epilogue.

"mail for ya, sarge!"

you take the letter from the young postal worker, thanking her for delivering your letter. you inspect the letter, curiosity growing as you do. there's no return address or sender, just your name and what looks to be a burn mark.

you smile.

ripping open the envelope, you find a photograph of a freckled pirate in his orange hat in front of an ice cream shoppe, eyes smiling in that way that makes him look like a little kid.

there's a sign in the background that reads "best ice cream in the world!" and you laugh. flipping over the photo of ace, you find a short message.

gonna need you to come verify their claims - let's go together next time.

it's a deal.

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AceSan Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

White Lies (On The Nose) by edgykawa - Rated G

Ace catches on to Sanji a little more than he would like to admit and they talk about that.

Strangers by manfish - Rated T

As much as Sanji would love to say so, as the romantic that he was, his attraction to Ace hadn’t been an immediate thing. His nose hadn’t exploded in an alarming surge of blood, time hadn’t slowed down, the scenery behind them hadn’t magically gone pink and fuzzy. Ace had just been nice.

Compliments, Oh My! by al_mp4 - Rated T

Sanji cannot figure out why he can't get Luffy's brother out of his head. And he doesn't understand why the man acts in such an awkward manner around him, too. He doesn't really want to think about it, so, naturally, it's all he's got in his mind. Or: Sanji and Ace are both oh-so-abysmal at flirting.

we're dreaming of home by losingcontrolnow -Rated T

Sanji hums. “Thought I scared you off.” “Nothing you do could ever scare me off.” Ace answers, with as much honesty as he — a wanted, menacing pirate — can muster. “Really.” “Mhm, you’re on dish duty next time then.” I love you, I love you, I love you. “Okay, maybe there is one thing.” Ace replies and drowns in the honeyed sound of Sanji’s golden laughter.

Ace, Sanji and unsaid love confessions.

you and me and somehow by losingcontrolnow - Rated T

“Promise me something. Wait for me.” Ace says, and he lights Sanji’s cigarette with his index finger. The cigarette burns red hot, a newfound warmth crawling up the side of Sanji’s neck. “After this is over, I’m gonna come find you.” Sanji can’t trust himself if he leans in now. Instead, he nods. “Drinks are on me next time.” Ace grins. “Deal.”

Sanji meets Ace in Alabasta.

Oasis by kiite - Rated T

Ace and Sanji get lost in the desert.

Vow by kiite - Rated T

Ace steals. Sanji is stolen.

ode about some guy i met at the club by apollothyme - Rated E

"You are a menace to society. Has anyone ever told you that?" Sanji yelled once his head was more than ten inches away from the ground and his feet were on solid footing again. Ace blinked up at him before he burst into laughter. "My brother told me that literally just this morning. Have you two met?" Sanji shook his head. "If he’s as mad as you, definitely not. I don't think I've ever met anyone like you before," he confessed, surprising himself with his own honesty.

Never In Your Sun by joyboys - Rated E

Ace lingers and asks, and Sanji answers.

keep me warm, set me on fire by Crystal_Sun - Rated M

When he opened his eyes again he caught Ace glancing down at him. He found and held the older man's gaze wordlessly as he tried to read his expression. His dark eyes were gentle and Sanji couldn't be completely sure in the dim flicker of the lantern but he thought he saw something like curiosity too. He raised a curly brow, a silent question. A smile flitted across Ace's handsome features. “Just thought about how pretty you look.” ----------------------------------------------------------------- Set in the Alabasta arc when they're travelling through the desert and have set up camp for the night :)

Dude, she's just not into you by aveegrex - Rated G

When his captain's older brother becomes his bi-awakening Cue lots of banter, lots of cursewords and a ton of smoking

Five More Minutes by EclecticIsMyMiddleName - Rated G

After an argument with his boyfriend, Sanji finds out how cold the bed is without him.

chef's special by Bajillian - Rated G

Sanji serves a flirty customer.

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🤠🤴👑🏰🐓Royalty Fic Recs🐓🏰👑🤴🤠

Check the Top Gun Masterlist post for the latest updated version. 💕

Ao3 Authors: 64PackofCrayola, Aishii420, Alltherecklesshours, Hangmanbradshaw, Lovelybattle, McDanno50, PleaseHellMe, Renai_chan, ToukoJalorda003, Trinipedia.

> Navy Prince, aka THE Nepo Baby

Heart on Your Sleeve by Renai_chan {T}

/Medieval Royalty AU/

Jake and Bradley are princes of neighboring kingdoms who grew up together. On Bradley's eighteenth birthday, everything changes.

Man of his own invention by trinipedia {T}

/Medieval Royalty AU/

Jake is an enticing young man with blonde hair 70 feet long, who has been kept in a tower his entire life by his seemingly overprotective mother. Everything changes the day that Rooster the thief, by chance, scales the tower and stumbles upon him; Jake strikes a deal with Rooster so that the charming thief takes him to the place where the floating lights he has seen every year on his birthday come from. Jake is about to discover the world for the first time, and in the process, he might even find out who he really is...and what he really wants.

Rival Princes AU by hangmanbradshaw

/Medieval Royalty AU/

I can't stop you putting roots in my dreamland {E}

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know where else to go.” He said as Bradley, confusingly, looked even more devastated. The pain washed over him again, and he started to stumble. The blood loss was definitely starting to make itself known. That spurred Bradley into motion. He seemed to snap out of whatever daze he’d been in, and he stepped forward, grabbing Jake and holding him up. “Shit. Get Halo, now!” Jake felt himself starting to lose consciousness. As he succumbed to the blackness, he heard a soft voice saying “stay with me, Jake” and then he was out.

and I feel like my castle's crumbling down {_}

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know where else to go.” All it took was nine words for Bradley's heart to rebuild and break again.

Innocent by lovelybattle {E}

/Medieval Royalty AU/

Bradley has no idea how he ended up here. It’s all a blur. One minute he’s standing in a field by himself, and the next he’s got the crown Prince spread out, beautifully and blissfully naked, beneath him.

loose lips sink ships all the damn time by hangmanbradshaw {E}

/Buccaneering Royalty AU/

“Wait, is this the Dagger?” That stopped Rooster in his tracks. He looked over curiously from where he was unwrapping a rope. “You’ve heard of it?” “You guys are…you’re…” Rooster dropped the rope and walked over, a challenge clear in his eyes. “We’re what? Go ahead, say it.��� Jake breathed out, “Pirates.” Rooster took another step followed by another. Each step was calculated. He stopped a foot or two away. Jake hated the fact that he had to look up into his eyes, not by much, but still. “We prefer the term vigilantes.” Or The Princes & Pirates AU

it's 2am and I’m cursing your name by hangmanbradshaw {E}

/Medieval Royalty AU/

“Yeah, but you know him better than anyone, right? You could give me advice.” He raised an eyebrow. “I know I’m not an expert on romance or whatever, but if he’s your true love, shouldn’t you just, I don’t know, be yourself?” “You gotta help me. I don’t want to be stuck as a rooster forever. Please.” The final please broke him. He looked so sad, voice clearly miserable and desperate. Jake took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and mumbled. “I’m going to regret this.” He opened his eyes and said louder, “Fine. Alright.” Or Rooster's a rooster, and Jake definitely isn't his soulmate aka the Hangster Princess & the Frog AU (with a twist) After all, all it takes is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie dust (or in this case, bickering, helping the guy you're in love with land another prince, and a meddling warlock)

Call Me Yours by Renai_chan {E}

/Medieval Royalty AU/

Jake is the perfect Crown Prince of Seresin--handsome beyond compare, educated by the world's most renowned scholars, draped in all the luxuries his wealthy kingdom can afford, magnificent in battle, with multitudes of adoring subjects throwing themselves at his feet--but all he really wants is to be put on his knees and called a filthy whore by his slave, Bradley.

The Prince and His Knight by McDanno50

/Medieval Royalty AU/

On A Dreary Night {E}

Jake felt his heart thump quicker, galloping in his chest, as the clicking of claws grew closer. Heavy breaths not his own let Jake know he was no longer alone. He remained still even as natural fear urged him to look over his shoulder to gauge the threat. But there was no real danger because Jake knew in his soul that he was safe with the monstrous wolf-like creature that lurked in the flickering shadows. The beast who terrified the men, women, and children not born of Miramar was hardly a monster to Jake. The bright light of day sees the Crown Prince of Miramar, Jacob Seresin, protected by his personal knight: a Lycan named Rooster. But at night, Jake loses himself to pleasure by Rooster's wolf form.

A Speckled Rooster Crowed {G}

Lycans had few offspring, litters born every ten years. The last Lycan pups included Julian’s own knight, Cyclone. And now it was Jake’s turn to choose a knight – his very own Lycan pup to raise and train as his personal bodyguard. He’d never known something so exciting yet terrifying. The time has come for Prince Jake to select his knight. Five pups vie for his attention, but one young Lycan seems a bit preoccupied with a fowl enemy.

Of Sex and Flowers {E}

If Heaven truly existed, Jake was sure his would be exactly like this. With Jake and his knight Rooster, alive and together in this peaceful place. Nothing outside of the meadow mattered when they were here: Jake was not royalty and Rooster was not a Lycan. They could play pretend and just be two men hopelessly in love with no duties and no secrets. Jake sneaks out of the castle to spend some private time with Rooster in a meadow. Their relationship will change once Jake becomes the Crown Prince so they say goodbye in the only way they know how.

Of Crowns and Medals (That Don’t Shine Like They Should) by ToukoJalorda003 {M}

/Modern Royalty AU/

It wasn’t as if Rooster hadn’t wanted to serve in the Guard his entire life - he had. Serving the king, his country…it was the only thing he’d ever wanted. …Until it wasn’t. And with the rules being as strict as they were, there wasn’t anything he could do about it. Bradley falling in love with Jake was going to get them both in trouble - and he wished more than anything that he could change that.

Swan Prince by 64PackofCrayola {_}

/Medieval Royalty AU/

(Based on Swan Princess 1994) A beautiful prince falls in love with a prince from another land, but an exiled sorcerer who wants him for himself conjures up a spell to transform him into a swan. Forced to embark on a dangerous quest to reverse the magic, the prince is helped along by some new-found human turned animal friends.

Break Free from the Chrysalis by aishii420 {M}

/Medieval Royalty AU/

In a Kingdom far away, The King and Queen of Corona decided to have a baby. Everyone was overjoyed, especially their brother, the Captain of the Royal Guard. All was well until the Queen fell ill, and the Captain set off to find a cure.

Crowns And Collars by PleaseHellMe {E}

/Modern Royalty AU/

King Peter "Maverick" Mitchell had been ruling the kingdom of Miramar for the past two decades after his father was killed. The pressure of mating with someone and producing an heir had been lifted from his shoulders as the crown would be passed to his godson. Maverick never felt the spark to mate with someone and opted to wait for the right person. Then one day, when Maverick had been walking in the market square, a tall blond-haired angel caught his attention, and suddenly all Maverick could think of was how he could make this man his. -- Thomas Kazansky lived outskirts of Miramar with his son Jacob. He was raised in nobility, but then things went south, and his family was stripped of their status. There have been multiple people who wanted to mate with him, but their offers were met with rejections every single time. Usually, it took only one time for the suitors to get the hint, but suddenly Tom finds himself in a situation where the same person keeps sending him courting gifts day after day, refusing to give up before Tom accepts the offer.

stolen kisses, pretty lies by hangmanbradshaw {E}

/Modern Royalty AU/

Bradley had never expected he'd be awaiting coronation in a country he'd never stepped foot in until his 30s. Then again, there were a lot of things he'd never expected- being told he had to find a suitable spouse, a security team being necessary just to drive down the road, and Jake Seresin...he'd never expected Jake Seresin. Jake's parents just needed him to settle down. He'd had other plans, and Bradley Bradshaw had not been on that list. Or, Jake's a prince with a reputation for breaking hearts, Bradley just wants to marry someone he at least likes, and neither of them ever saw the other coming. AKA the How To Lose A Guy in 10 Days/Princess Diaries 2 AU inspired by Blank Space. Yes, you read that right.

I'll see you by and by by alltherecklesshours {G}

/Medieval Royalty AU/

"He's been doing the bare minimum with his responsibilities. His coronation is in less than a year and he keeps evading important meetings, disappearing for days without a warning. How is that doing a good job?" Uncle Pete asked, crossing his arms over his chest, looking annoyed. "And how is finding him a partner going to change that, Pete?" No. Bradley wouldn't take them fighting because of him again. "If I promise to do better with my responsibilities, can we postpone the idea of marriage? "Fine. But this is your last chance. If you don't do a better job this time, I will call for a ball with every unmarried person in this kingdom and the ones around, and I won't let you leave until you find someone. Am I clear?"

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Hi! Could you recommend me something similar to “the kings mistress” by dolphingirl0113 on Ffn? I’ll take any rating, and anything to do with the early to late modern pieces with kings, queens, knights, pirates. Etc. I have an unhealthy obsession to stories in these time periods and I would love to find more InuKag fics like this. Thank you!!

Hi psychoticpeopledisorders, thank you for your patience while we put together a list full of royalty and medieval adventures a la The King's Mistress! (linked below for any who haven't read it)

You can also check out our other royalty, historical, and fairytale themed lists for even more stories you're sure to love:

Arranged Marriage: Part One and Part Two

Beauty and the Beast Inspired

Fairytale Inspired

Feudal Era AUs: Part One and Part Two

Pirate AUs

Royalty/Rich NSFW

Happy reading!

(Gif by fic-finder @lostinfantasyworlds)

The King's Mistress by dolphingirl0113 (T)

Kagome and Kikyou Higurashi, rivals in every way, both find themselves in love with their King. But when a man at court brings Kikyou's scandalous past with him and threatens her life, Kagome must choose between old loyalty and a passionate new love.

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Death, Greed, and Love by Jav-chan (T)

A death of a beloved father. Wedded to a husband whose very presence make ones stomach clench. Captured, the morning princess of Veshrane finds love at her prison. Death, Greed, Love.

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Behind the Masquerade by Keolla (M)

When Inuyasha and Kikyou were engaged, Kikyou's sister, Kagome, was unexpectedly sent to observe Inuyasha. However, she didn't expect to fall for him.

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The Lady and the Rogue by @starlingchildgazingatthestars (E)

Historical AU. Kagome is betrothed to Lord Sesshomaru, as part of a political arrangement between both of their families to continue promoting peace between demons and humans. The problem is that Kagome has her eyes and heart set on Sesshomaru's roguish half-brother, Inuyasha...

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The Stable Hand by @petri808 (T)

Princess Kagome was envious of the kind of freedom the commoners had. Everyone assumed that being royalty was pure bliss, but she felt like she was trapped in a cage. One of the things she enjoyed doing to relax was ride her horse and would request the accompaniment of the stable hand to keep her safe. The man was fairly new in their kingdom, but something about him allowed her to feel normal while they were together, and yes, she'd started to fall for the handsome man.

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Family of the Dog by WolfRanger2003 (T)

An AU of Inu no Taisho and his family. From his own father and siblings to his sons, how does a powerful daiyokai deal with enemies that threaten his family.

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The Princess and the Pauperess by narcoleptic shishkabob (T)

Princess Kikyou and peasant Kagome trade places for a month, thinking each has the better life. What they're about to find out could not be further from the truth.

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The Protector of Her Heart by Eowyn Organa (T)

Kagome is the princess of the Human Lands, forced to marry a man she cannot love. Inuyasha is her knight, sworn to protect her. But he cannot protect them both from the most dangerous thing of all: love.

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So NOT A Fairytale by @britonell (T)

Kagome had a plan: Inuyasha’s the prince, Kikyo’s the princess, and she’s the matchmaker. Yes, she had it all figured out…except the matchmaker ends up making the prince attracted to HER instead of the princess. Not. Good.

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The Demon Prince and the Miko Princess by Guise'n'Disguise (T)

Kagome is a princess on the run and Inuyasha is a prince in hiding. They come from two different rival kingdoms. Will they ever get together?

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Crowned Jewel by @heynikkiyousofine (M)

Long ago, the Jewel of Four Soul came into existence and with it, a prophecy was born. “It shall be, when she who protects all the earth’s creatures destroys the darkest of evil, balance will return to the land.” Since then, powerful priestesses have protected the Jewel, only for evil to grasp at its power time and time again. Sacrificing herself, the last one took it with her to the next world until the most powerful of them all would be born, the one the prophecy proclaimed.

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The Unfortunate Queen by @elkonigin (T)

Kingdoms rose and fell because of their rulers. Kingdoms could be destroyed and rebuilt based on a single person's choice. Grand Princess Kagome Higurashi has no idea what her father was thinking before he passed away, but clearly he'd made a terrible choice when he handed her the crown and all its mess, its secrets, and its dangers.

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Dreaming of You by InuFan4life (M)

InuYasha is a prince, and Kagome is a servant. They are best friends, but cannot see each other in public, then a series of unfortunate events begin tearing them apart. What will happen? 

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Lover, Be Good to Me by Emmyyasha (E)

Inuyasha longs for Kagome's touch. Not just because he is irrevocably in love with her, but because he is desperate for the relief that her healing magic can provide him after sustaining injuries from a harsh battle. Yet he cannot go to her. He is merely one hanyou soldier in an endless war who doesn't deserve her kindness lest it be mistaken for weakness.

Still, she always comes to him every single night under the cover of darkness, fills his tent with her healing light and soft smiles. Tonight, however, she's late. And though he's selfish for her company, he knows he must suffer alone until his body can recover on its own.

But Kagome was never one to keep him waiting for too long.

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Seven Weeks by ScarletRaven1001 (T)

While on a journey to rescue the abducted princess of a foreign land, Inuyasha meets Kagome, a powerful sorceress who may make a powerful ally. There is just one problem: he thinks she is hiding something

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Forever Nevermore by Desenchanter (M)

She fell in love with the prince at a young age, but what girl didn't adore him? As a commoner in their chaotic world love meant little if anything and she couldn't hope for it to save her again.

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To Live by Love by SailorCreative (T)

Kagome is a beautiful princess and Inuyasha is a greedy halfdemon hoping to snatch the Shikon no Tama. Some brief nudity mentioned in later chapters.

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Holding Out for a Hero by @lavendertwilight89 (E)

Inuyasha has always lived alone until the new lord of the Western Lands banished all kinds of beings onto his lands. Now he is tasked with rescuing a princess from a dragon for the lord can marry her. But what happens when they fall in love along with way?

Feel free to add your own recs in the comments or reblogs! Check our Masterlist of previous lists to see which topics we've covered.  After reviewing our submission guidelines, send us an ask (here).

[lawsvalentine]

Here’s To Forever • Law x Fem!reader• (Fluff/slightly suggestive)

Cee’s Note: This is part two to this hc so if you haven’t read it, I would recommend for context. This part is the reception and next part will be the steamy honeymoon 😉

CW: mentions of sex, fluff, slight teasing

Tagging: @noawithlove @roronoaswifey @afrillisdark @csnovas @nympheclipse @uchihabbynic @pinkcrystal-rose

“Attention everyone! Attention!!”

The chatters amongst the heart pirates softened as they all turned their attention to the groomsmen Sacchi, Bepo and Penguin standing at the end of the dining table.

“We would like to say a few words and make a toast to our amazing captain and his lovely bride Y/N.”Sacchi gestured towards you and Law at the opposite side of the table.

The crew erupted in cheers at the mention of your names. You sheepishly grin at the sudden attention on you. You felt Law’s soft hand rub your thigh under the table, soothing your anxiousness.

Sacchi cleared his throat as the crew’s cheers started to die down before continuing.

“Well first, we would like to point out that we take full credit in those two getting together. Our captain, as fearless as he is, almost chickened out of asking Y/N out” some chuckles came from the crew followed by Law playfully flicking Saachi off.

“Well technically I was the one who came up with the-“ Bepo started but was cut off by both Penguin and Saachi shushing him which was followed by the polar bear’s signature “I’m sorry” catchphrase.

You giggled at your silly crew mates. It was true that they encouraged Law to make a move on you when they suspected how hard their captain was crushing on you. You were grateful for those three and their support for your relationship with Law and truly valued them as friends.

“But all jokes aside..” Penguin interjected, taking over the speech, “we deeply love you both and can see how happy you make each other. Captain, we have known you for so long, and I think everyone can see how much light you have in your eyes since you have been with Y/N”

You interlocked your fingers with your lover, gazing into his eyes. They weren’t wrong about his eyes. Law looked at you with so much warmth and love, it made you melt every single time regardless how many times you’ve seen them.

“So let’s hear it for the newly wed couple!”, Bepo shouts, raising his glass. Everyone follows behind him and start to cheer and clink glasses.

Law holds his glass towards yours, “here’s to forever”, before clinking his glass with yours.

You love this man so damn much.

.

Later in the reception, you two were sharing your first dance together as newly weds. You insisted your stubborn husband would give you at least one dance. Your head rested against his chest, as you both swayed.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Y/N-ya?” Law’s soft words grabbed your attention making you lift your head to be met with his handsome features.

“Hmmm let’s see…”, you say, pretending to contemplate to which Law chuckled and rolled his eyes playfully at you. “this wedding was beautiful, this reception has been amazing, and now I can finally call you my husband. So yes, I am enjoying myself very well”

“If you loved this, wait til you see what I’ve got planned for our honeymoon”, he smirked.

“Orrrr you can tell me now” you bat your eyelashes, hoping your puppy dog eyes and pout would work.

“Oh don’t pull that cute shit with me” Law’s smirk deepened at your exasperated expression.

“Can you at least give me a hint?”

“Fine, only because you’re so damn cute” Law winked. “It’s going to be somewhere nice and secluded. Just the two of us”

You rolled your eyes. “Could you be anymore vague”

“You said only a hint” Law teased.

Sometimes he can be such a little shit. But you loved his ass nonetheless.

“Any activities?”, You pried.

“Hmmm let’s see”, Law mimicked what you said earlier, causing you to pout and whine his name.

“There will be sex, sex, and more sex” Law chuckled, when you playfully shoved his arm.

If he wanted to play the teasing game, you could play it too.

“Why don’t we sneak off and you give me a preview of what to expect.”, You purred, causing Law’s breathe to hitch.

“Patience, Y/N-ya,” Law voice remained the same smooth and calm, but you knew your words slightly riled him up, “There will be plenty of that I promise. But I cannot lie, it is taking everything in me not to pounce you right now”

“Attack attack” you playfully plea, causing Law to chuckle at your eagerness.

All you knew is you couldn’t wait to get your fine husband alone and fuck the shit out of him.

You just couldn’t wait for your honeymoon.

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Cee’s note: the last part will be the honeymoon smut. Stay tuned 😉

[n0cturna1-m3]

Tender Kisses | Bottom Peter Parker x Top Male Reader

Minors/Fem DNI

Request; "Popping Peter's cherry <3"

Warnings; Kissing, like LOTS of kissing, Peter is trans, oral fixation reader, Peter doesn't have bottom surgery but it could be read that way, cunnilingus, verbal consent, condoms, implied aftercare, maybe a little overstimulation if u squint.

Synopsis; Watching a movie turns into something much hotter.

A/N; I said I wouldn't write but the inspiration was flowing to get this finished. my friend Lee is responsible for the ftm peter parker headcanon, so you can thank him

ALSO, this is COMIC peter parker, who is his mid to late 20s.

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Peter’s eyes flickered over the TV screen to take in every detail of the movie he and his boyfriend were watching. The third Pirates of the Caribbean movie was playing, and Peter was leaning against Y/N's side, his arm wrapped around him while he shovelled popcorn into his mouth.

Y/N glanced over at Peter, staring at his face and messy hair. The scene on the TV was dark and blueish, illuminating his soft features and dramatising the shadows of his face. He looked stunning. Y/N’s heart swelled with adoration and gratitude that he had the privilege to date such a handsome man. He leaned in and kissed his cheek, receiving no reaction as he was too enthralled in the movie. He huffed and began peppering kisses on his face and neck, turning his body to face the other man and hugging him close to his body.

“Hey, I’m trying to watch the movie,” he complained, pushing Y/N’s face away with his hand.

“Mmm…” Y/N hummed, burying his face in Peter’s neck. “I don’t care,” he said before kissing the soft skin and trailing up his neck and biting his ear.

“You’re lucky that I love you,” he muttered. He turned his head to the kiss Y/N, the latter humming into it. He reached up and cupped Peter’s jaw, pulling his face closer and tilting his head to avoid bumping noses.

Peter placed a hand on the back of Y/N’s neck, the other wrapping around his shoulder and pulling him closer. He smiled against Y/N when he began pushing him back against the sofa, one hand supporting his weight while the other planted itself on Peter’s waist.

“Why are you smiling?” Y/N asked after pulling off Peter’s lips, leaving only a few inches between them. Peter laughed quietly and wrapped his arms around Y/N’s neck.

“It’s nothing. I just think it’s cute that you’re desperate,” he teased, pecking Y/N’s lips as he made a shocked face.

“How dare you!” he gasped. Peter giggled and pulled him down for another kiss, one that Y/N happily reciprocated. Peter moved one of his legs under Y/N so Y/N could lay between them, loosely draping them around his hips.

Peter’s breath began running short as their lips moved together, his face red and hot. He tapped Y/N’s shoulder twice, the latter pulling off him instantly. Peter swallowed down a few breaths of air before pulling Y/N down again.

He made a noise that was a mix of a grunt and a moan when Y/N ran his tongue along his lips, the brunette eagerly parting them and meeting Y/N’s tongue with his own. Peter shoved his hand under the collar of Y/N’s shirt, placing it flat on his back and running it down his spine, feeling the grooves of his bones and muscle under his fingertips.

In turn, Y/N moved his hand from Peter’s waist down his torso to slip it underneath his baggy T-shirt. His skin was warm beneath Y/N’s cool fingers, and it sent a shiver up his spine. Goosebumps crept up his skin as Y/N’s hand ghosted over his stomach.

“That tickles,” he whispered after pulling away. Y/N smiled softly and moved to kiss his neck. “And your hands are cold.”

Y/N traced his fingers up Peter’s torso, soaking in the sweet, shaky sighs that left his boyfriend’s mouth as he littered kisses along his neck. Peter turned his head to the side to allow him more room for the gentle nips and wet kisses he left as he moved further down his throat. His eyes met the TV screen and he paused.

“Wait,” Peter said, slowly becoming enthralled with the movie once more. Y/N pulled back immediately, sitting up and looking down at Peter.

“What? What’s wrong?” he asked with a worried tone.

“I like this scene.”

Y/N grumbled and pinched Peter’s hip, grinning when he yelped.

“What was that for?”

“You’re a tease,” Y/N said before leaning down and kissing his cheek.

Peter laughed before saying, “I am not!”

Y/N sighed dramatically and went limp, resting his entire weight on Peter.

“Fuck, you’re heavy,” Peter groaned. He grabbed Y/N’s face and smiled at him, the latter returning it with just as much affection. His eyes crinkled from how hard he was smiling, and his cheeks almost hurt from it.

“I love you so much,” Y/N whispered. Peter leaned up to kiss him, pressing their lips together carefully. He sighed with contentment as Y/N shifted, tilting his head and moving one of his hands to hold Peter’s.

Peter’s face slowly began heating up, a warm flush spreading across his cheeks and travelling throughout his body. He pulled back for a moment and scrambled to find the remote as Y/N latched his lips on his neck and began kissing the skin. He paused the movie and grabbed Y/N's face again to redirect him to his lips, tilting his head before sliding his tongue against Y/N’s.

Rapid breaths escaped through his nose as he tried to catch his breath. Y/N let one of his hands wander down Peter’s body, eventually resting on his groyne over his pyjama bottoms. Peter sighed and raised his hips to force Y/N to put more pressure on his sex, before letting out a deep moan.

Y/N moved to slide his hand under his pants, slipping two fingers in between Peter’s folds, erection growing at the loud whine that tore from his throat.

“Fuck,” Peter gasped after pulling away from him “Bedroom.”

Y/N nodded and removed himself from Peter, standing from the couch and extending his hand to help the brunette up. He took it and pecked Y/N's lips before rushing to their shared bedroom with Y/N following him closely. He grabbed Peter’s hip and turned him around, cupping his jaw and tilting his head to kiss him easier.

Slowly Y/N backed him up to the edge of the bed before pushing him against it. Peter allowed Y/N to move him up the bed, laying right in the middle with his head propped up on one of the pillows. He reached up and grabbed the back of Y/N's neck, pulling him down and pressing their lips together quickly before moving to suck a hickey onto the skin on his throat.

Y/N groaned before asking, “How far do you wanna go this time, Pete?”

Peter let his head fall back against the pillow and examined Y/N's features for a moment.

“I want it all,” he said quietly. Y/N stared for a long minute before nodding.

“Okay,” he whispered. “I’ll take care of you.”

They kissed again, this time slower, more tender. Somehow filled with more love than before, if that was even possible. He moved to kiss Peter’s jaw before trailing down his neck and running his hands up under his shirt, pushing it up and over his head with Peter's assistance. Y/N felt eager to continue, almost tempted to rush through to get to his favourite part quicker, but he wanted this to be special for Peter. So instead he caressed his sides and kissed down his body, occasionally flattening his tongue against Peter’s skin and dragging it up.

Whenever Peter shivered, his muscles would flex beautifully. His toned torso, smooth with a few scars littered around, jolted when Y/N nipped at his pecs, lightly taking the flesh between his teeth before licking the spot.

Peter's heart was beating out of his chest as he watched Y/N sit up and pull off his shirt, tossing it to the floor before shuffling out of his sweats. Peter glanced at the bulge in his lover's underwear for a moment before turning his attention back to his face. He tugged off Peter’s underwear with his pyjama pants in one motion before placing his hands in between Peter’s thighs and spreading his legs.

The anticipation and anxiety mixed with recent actions brewed arousal within Peter's mind, his facial expression putting his thoughts on full display.

“Fuck, you’re so handsome,” he said. Peter opened his mouth to say something, but he was caught off guard by Y/N dipping his head down between his legs and running his tongue along his sex. He choked at the feeling and moved one hand to hold Y/N’s hair.

Y/N slipped his tongue between his folds before sucking on his sensitive bundle of nerves lightly. He moaned and pushed up into Y/N’s mouth in desperation, the latter responding by pushing two fingers inside of his warm cunt.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned breathily. Y/N lapped at his cunt hungrily, pushing his mouth onto him further.

The wet smacking of Y/N eating him out filled Peter with embarrassment, causing him to bite his bottom lip and cover his eyes with the back of his forearm as he moaned and gripped the blanket under him.

It sounded so wet, almost unbearably so for Peter.

“Fuck, hold on,” he said, pushing at Y/N’s head. He popped up with an already-soaked face and pulled his fingers out, resting his hand on his thighs. “Music, can we put some on? The sound is too embarrassing..”

“Of course,” Y/N said, leaning down and pecking his lips.

“God, you’re already a mess,” Peter groaned, taking his hand and wiping Y/N’s chin. He smiled and took Peter’s hand in his own before placing a kiss on his palm.

“I love eating you out,” he said, grinning at how Peter’s cheeks flushed even further.

He shuffled off the bed and walked to the dresser, pressing a button on the top of a speaker and holding it until it beeped to life. He moved to his discarded sweats, picking them up and fishing his phone out of his pocket. When he unlocked it, the speaker beeped again. Y/N walked back to the bed and sat on the bed, handing his phone to Peter and letting him open Spotify to find a playlist he liked while Y/N settled between his legs again.

Y/N wrapped his arms under Peter’s thighs and held his hips in each hand, squeezing gently while looking up at him.

“Okay,” he said as the music began to play and he adjusted the volume before placing it on the side table. “I’m ready.”

Y/N smiled and lowered his head between Peter’s legs once more, this time dipping his tongue into his hole and pushing his nose against his dick. He licked Peter open, inside and out while purposefully rubbing his nose on his sensitive cock for extra stimulation.

Peter propped himself up on one of his forearms and moved his other hand to tangle into Y/N’s hair, pulling him into his cunt farther.

Glancing up, Y/N met Peter’s brown eyes, a beautiful light brown that gleamed like honey in the sun. He pulled out his tongue and ran his tongue flat up teasingly, causing Peter to take his lip between his teeth once more.

Y/N pressed a kiss to his cock before grazing his teeth down his cunt and shoving his tongue back inside of him. Peter let out a raspy moan from it all and tugged at Y/N’s hair, sharp pants and moans escaping him as he watched Y/N eat him out fervently.

“Oh shit, I’m so close,” Peter whined, furrowing his eyebrows and squeezing his eyes shut. Y/N looked up at him, sloppily fucking him open with his tongue. Y/N moaned when he saw Peter’s debauched face.

His jaw was slack, eyelashes wet with unshed tears, and his face red up to his ears. Sweat glistened on his forehead, his hair pushed back and out of his face.

Peter moaned and bit his lip again as he came, his insides clamping around Y/N’s tongue so hard he could barely move it, but he managed, sliding his tongue inside of him to help him ride it out.

Carefully, Y/N pulled himself off of Peter before pressing kisses to his thighs.

“One more?” he asked, giving Peter his best puppy eyes. Peter sighed and nodded.

“Yeah, then put it in,” Peter said. Y/N smiled and nipped his inner thigh with his teeth before returning to his groyne, latching his lips on his cock and sucking gently.

Y/N placed Peter’s legs over his shoulders, allowing him to squeeze his head between his strong thighs. He slid his hand from his waist to between his thighs, pressing two fingers into him.

He flicked his tongue over his cock while fucking him with his fingers, curling them against his sweet spot while dragging them out before pushing them back in and repeating the process.

Peter moaned and bit his hand to quiet himself, the other having abandoned Y/N’s hair in favour of digging his fingers into the blanket. Y/N hummed with Peter’s dick in his mouth, the vibration sending jolts of pleasure up his spine.

He pushed a third finger into him, a breathy sigh leaving Peter through his teeth, all the while Y/N continued fingering him while licking and sucking on his dick.

Even with the music the obscenely lewd squelching and slurping from how wet Peter was still filling the room. He was slick with arousal, and the pleasure building up for another orgasm rapidly made him evewetter.

“I’m gonna come,” Peter moaned breathily. His hands grabbed at the blanket and pillow under him, toes curling and digging his heels into Y/N’s back. “Oh, god!”

His entire body jolted and shook when he came, hips stuttering up from his intense orgasm. Low moans spilled past his kissed-red lips.

Y/N rubbed the soft spot inside him tenderly before removing his fingers entirely, running his tongue in between his folds once more before planting a kiss on his sensitive cock and sitting up.

Peter looked up at him with glassy eyes, legs having fallen to either side of Y/N and his hands lax. Y/N raised his fingers to his lips and licked them clean while maintaining eye contact. It was horribly embarrassing for Peter, but it also left him throbbing, aching for more.

Fuck, he was so handsome looming over him.

Leaning down, Y/N pressed their lips together, letting his tongue meet Peter’s. He could taste himself on Y/N’s tongue, but it didn’t bother him. It made Peter feel happy knowing that he enjoyed pleasing him.

Y/N reached over to the nightstand and pulled open the drawer, removing himself from Peter briefly to peer into it in search of a condom and lubricant.

“Got it!” he said, turning back to Peter and smiling. He set the lube beside him and sat on his knees. Fumbling out of his boxers, Peter eyed Y/N’s erection as it sprung free from its confinements, the head shiny with pre-come, the perfect length and girth.

Peter watched as Y/N ripped open the condom and rolled it onto his cock before picking up the lube and pouring a generous amount into his palm. He tossed it aside and spread the liquid on his dick evenly, moaning softly with every jerk of his hand.

He scooted forward and held the base in one hand and Peter’s thigh in the other before lining the head up with Peter’s hole.

“You're sure about this?” Y/N asked. Peter nodded.

“Fuck, yes. I want you,” he said. He grabbed at the blanket again but moved to hold Y/N’s hand with the other. “I want you so bad.”

Y/N swallowed the saliva that built in his mouth and nodded, whispering an ‘okay’ before he began pushing inside. Peter hummed at the stretch and squeezed Y/N’s hand.

He stopped about halfway to allow him to adjust, examining his features with a mix of worry and excitement. He let go of his dick and moved to hold himself above Peter, resting on his forearm and wrapping his hand under Peter to hold his shoulder. Peter wrapped his arm around Y/N’s neck and leaned up to kiss him. A soft, tender kiss with caution and affection. Adoration.

Y/N rolled his hips forward experimentally to gauge Peter’s reaction, being met with the sweetest moan he had ever heard.

“You sound so fucking secy,” Y/N murmured against Peter’s lips before kissing him again.

He fucked into him slowly, not wanting to cause his boyfriend any pain, but it was shot down suddenly when Peter pulled Y/N off his face and gasped air into his lungs.

“I said I wanted you,” he said, holding the base of his neck. “I want all of you.”

Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed and he whined, a desperate sound that Peter had never heard before. But fuck, was it cute. He buried his face in Peter’s neck and let go of his hand, instead placing it on the lowest part of the back of Peter's thigh and pushing it up to his chest, letting the other stay wrapped around his waist.

“You’re so flexible,” Y/N commented before shoving his cock into Peter. A moan elicited from him, and he wrapped his arms around Y/N’s back to hold onto him.

This was much different than how cautious he had been in the beginning. It turned Peter on more than he would like to admit.

He dug his fingers into Y/N’s back, moaning and tightening around his cock when it would hit a particularly good spot as it dragged inside him.

Y/N kissed Peter’s neck before sitting up and adjusted their position. He slung Peter’s legs over his shoulders and sat up on his knees, pulling the other man’s lower half up with him. He held his asscheek in one hand, the other running up his chest, brushing his thumb against his nipple before returning and holding his hip.

When he started moving again, Peter nearly screamed. Y/N’s cock pounded into his sweet spot consistently from this position. Lube and slick dripped out of him and down Y/N’s balls causing a wet slapping sound that accompanied skin-meeting-skin.

Y/N’s eyes were glued to where they were connected. His face was hot, and his body felt as if it were on fire. Peter was just as warm, and he enveloped Y/N as if they were made to be together like this.

Peter was close to coming. Y/N could feel it from how his stomach heaved and tensed, and from how his cunt convulsed around him.

No words left his mouth, only a slew of moans and curses as he approached orgasm. Y/N wasn't too far behind him, either. His cock was begging to come, to spill inside the latex condom.

“Fuck,” Y/N moaned, keeping his pace consistent. “I’m so close. I’m gonna come.”

Peter choked out a whiney moan and nodded rapidly, reaching up for Y/N who immediately leaned down to kiss him. It was sloppy this time. Fueled by desperation and pleasure.

Their teeth clashed together, lips moulding together. It could be described as hunger, but perhaps lust would be more appropriate.

Y/N was the first to come, slowing down slightly but continuing despite his overstimulation. He reached down to rub Peter’s cock, the latter following in his steps and coming hard.

The kissing ceased. Instead their mouths hung open, swallowing air against each other's lips. Y/N slowly pulled out and pulled off the condom, tying a knot and tossing it in the garbage can beside the dresser. Peter was still laying in his lap, but his legs were spread beside Y/N.

He leaned down and kissed him again, chaste and slow but full of love. He laced his fingers in Peter’s brown hair, scratching his scalp soothingly.

“I love you so much,” Y/N whispered. Peter's eyes met his and he smiled warmly.

“I love you too.”

Y/N smiled and kissed him again before sitting up and getting off the bed, stumbling slightly when he stood.

“I’ll run a bath, okay?”

Peter just hummed and nodded, turning on his side and hiking his leg up while wrapping his arms around a pillow and shutting his eyes. He almost felt more tired than when he came home from his Spider-Man activities.

He could nap until Y/N comes and gets him, right?

[many-shades-of-violence]

cigarette break

pairing: Donquixote Corazon x Reader  

word count: 4.200

contents: nsfw, mentions of smoking, femdom, exhibitionism, size kink, hair pulling

a/n: Didn´t write for my man for a long time. I´m so happy I did though. Have fun reading this <3

“And that concludes my report for today. I propose we take a 20-minute break and resume afterward with Diamante’s presentation on the current developments in the underground market.” You snapped out of your daydream, the murky voice of Trebol suggesting a much-needed break. Your boss, Donquixote Doflamingo, quickly agreed, granting the intermission during the long meeting you were attending. As people started shuffling their chairs and leaving the conference room, you slowly stretched your tired limbs, enjoying the relief it brought.

As a member of the Donquixote pirates, you were accustomed to long strategy meetings. However, you despised them and often found ways to escape. Unfortunately, today was different. Your beloved boyfriend, Rosinante, also known as Corazon, had insisted on accompanying you to the meeting, reminding you not to test his older brother's patience.

While you appreciated Rosinante's concern, you couldn't help but feel a little grumpy about enduring Trebol's monotonous statistical reports. Yet, you realized that maybe Rosinante had brought you along to share your burden, as they say, a sorrow shared is a sorrow halved. Chuckling at the thought, you turned your head to gaze at Rosinante, who was absent-mindedly playing with the heart-shaped tips of his dark red hood. A smile spread across your lips as you admired his handsome features.

From his strong jawline and nose bridge to the way his blonde locks fell over his forehead, contrasting beautifully with his dark red lipstick, every detail of Rosinante captivated you. His muscular physique, adorned with countless scars, was an added bonus to his loving and caring nature. Sometimes, you couldn't help but wonder how someone as menacing as your boss, Doflamingo, could be related to such a gentle soul. Apart from their towering height of over two meters, there seemed to be no resemblance between them.

The sound of someone clearing their throat brought you back to reality, and you quickly turned your attention to the tall blonde man beside you. With a questioning look, he raised an eyebrow and formed a few hand motions, asking if the meeting was as bad as expected. A bit embarrassed at being caught off guard, you asked, "Pardon?" He chuckled and repeated his question.

"Do you even have to ask that?" you replied, frowning slightly and lowering your voice. "Trebol took ages to finish his tiresome monologue, and now it's Diamante's turn. And, somehow, he's even worse!"

You pinch the tip of your nose with two fingers, exhausted, and let out a sigh. "I'm fascinated that you attend those meetings every time," you say. Your tall lover gently places a hand on your head, patting it soothingly, and smiles understandingly. If he could speak, he would probably offer some comforting words like "There, there." You huff and cross your arms, but still smile at him, appreciating his caring nature.

"But seriously, how do you endure all this endless talking? In the end, Doffy does things his own way anyway," you comment. Rosinante gently runs his fingers through your hair, a low chuckle escaping his lips as you mention his older brother's audacious ways. You close your eyes and relax as he continues to comb your hair, enjoying the sensation.

You wish that moment of him combing your hair would never end, but like all things, it eventually does. Rosinante suddenly stops and taps you softly on your left shoulder. You slowly open your eyes and read the subtle signs he's giving, asking if you want to join him for a quick smoke. "Time for another one, huh?" you chuckle, referring to your boyfriend's habit of chain-smoking.

Considering everything he's been through, you can't really blame him for it. If you were in his position, with a brother like Doflamingo always by your side, you might have given up already. That's why you're grateful he's still here with you, using cigarettes as a coping mechanism.

Relieved to have a break from the meeting, you waste no time in getting up from your seat, excusing yourself and your boyfriend, and following him to the nearby rose garden.

As you step into the open field, you breathe in the fresh air with delight, raising your arms above your head to stretch. You're glad to be free from the uncomfortable red plush seats. It doesn't take long for the scent of burnt ash to fill your senses, indicating that Rosinante has already lit a cigarette. His deep, relaxed sigh confirms your assumption.

"Much needed?" you ask, smiling knowingly as you watch him take another drag with a content expression. He nods in response. While observing him enjoy his cigarette, you can't help but notice the red lipstick staining the tip. You make a mental note to buy him more smudge-proof makeup.

However, that can wait because as you watch your dear Corazon take another drag, a deep, baritone sigh escaping him, a rush of lustful thoughts floods your mind. The way he clings to his cigarette, as if he were starving, only intensifies these thoughts.

"God damn, I wish you would go down on me like you do on that thing," you blurt out absentmindedly, quickly covering your mouth with your hand. Corazon looks at you dumbfounded for a moment before his cheeks turn red with embarrassment. He nearly chokes on his cigarette in the process.

You pinch the tip of your nose with two fingers, exhausted, and let out a sigh. "I'm fascinated that you attend those meetings every time," you say. Your tall lover gently places a hand on your head, patting it soothingly, and smiles understandingly. If he could speak, he would probably offer some comforting words like "There, there." You huff and cross your arms, but still smile at him, appreciating his caring nature.

"But seriously, how do you endure all this endless talking? In the end, Doffy does things his own way anyway," you comment. Rosinante gently runs his fingers through your hair, a low chuckle escaping his lips as you mention his older brother's audacious ways. You close your eyes and relax as he continues to comb your hair, enjoying the sensation.

You wish that moment of him combing your hair would never end, but like all things, it eventually does. Rosinante suddenly stops and taps you softly on your left shoulder. You slowly open your eyes and read the subtle signs he's giving, asking if you want to join him for a quick smoke. "Time for another one, huh?" you chuckle, referring to your boyfriend's habit of chain-smoking.

Considering everything he's been through, you can't really blame him for it. If you were in his position, with a brother like Doflamingo always by your side, you might have given up already. That's why you're grateful he's still here with you, using cigarettes as a coping mechanism.

Relieved to have a break from the meeting, you waste no time in getting up from your seat, excusing yourself and your boyfriend, and following him to the nearby rose garden.

As you step into the open field, you breathe in the fresh air with delight, raising your arms above your head to stretch. You're glad to be free from the uncomfortable red plush seats. It doesn't take long for the scent of burnt ash to fill your senses, indicating that Rosinante has already lit a cigarette. His deep, relaxed sigh confirms your assumption.

"Much needed?" you ask, smiling knowingly as you watch him take another drag with a content expression. He nods in response. While observing him enjoy his cigarette, you can't help but notice the red lipstick staining the tip. You make a mental note to buy him more smudge-proof makeup.

However, that can wait because as you watch your dear Corazon take another drag, a deep, baritone sigh escaping him, a rush of lustful thoughts floods your mind. The way he clings to his cigarette, as if he were starving, only intensifies these thoughts.

"God damn, I wish you would go down on me like you do on that thing," you blurt out absentmindedly, quickly covering your mouth with your hand. Corazon looks at you dumbfounded for a moment before his cheeks turn red with embarrassment. He nearly chokes on his cigarette in the process.

Tone Analysis: The tone of the text is intimate and conversational. It portrays a comfortable and familiar relationship between the narrator and their lover, Rosinante. The language used is informal and affectionateImmediately, you kneel beside him, concerned about his well-being and quickly apologizing for your inappropriate outburst. "Sorry, that was completely inappropriate. Are you okay, Cora?" You gently place a hand on his back, feeling the tension in his muscles beneath his dress shirt.

He nods, assuring you that he is fine, before standing up and dusting off his pants. He retrieves another cigarette from his coat pocket and lights it.

You look at him, worried that you may have crossed a line. However, when you meet his gaze, the familiar heat between you intensifies. The lust in Rosinante's eyes is evident, and you can tell that he is receptive to your advances.

You chuckle at his slightly nervous behavior and close the distance between you. You take his hand and remove the cigarette from his grasp. Placing a hand on his chest, you can feel his heart racing. You examine him for a moment, licking your lips, before taking a long drag from the cigarette, stained with his lipstick, and flicking it to the ground.

Rosinante looks a bit disappointed at the wasted nicotine, but his attention quickly returns to you as you whisper teasingly in his ear. "Don't be sad, sweetheart. You can enjoy me instead." He immediately crushes his lips against yours, his hands exploring your smaller frame.

The taste of smoke lingers in your mouth as your lips connect, eliciting a low groan from Rosinante as he savors the mixture of your taste and nicotine.

You both know that joining the meeting a bit later will displease Doffy, especially after he walked in on the two of you engaging in passionate lovemaking on your shared mattress a few weeks ago. That memory is enough to deter him from interrupting you again.

A moan escapes your lips as Rosinante's fingertips dig into your hips, lifting you up onto one of the garden walls to compensate for the height difference. Without hesitation, you slip your hand into the partially unbuttoned pink dress shirt, teasingly revealing his chest to the world.

With a firm grip, you stroke his chest muscles, earning an excited groan from him. Your hand explores every inch of his smooth white skin, and when his lips part slightly, you seize the opportunity to deepen the kiss, engaging in a heated and passionate dance of tongues.

As your hands move over your lover's trained chest, you hum appreciatively, finally settling on one of his nipples and giving it a determined tug, knowing it's one of his weak spots. Wetness pools between your legs as Rosinante's lips leave a deep, dragged-out moan, sucking in air to control his volume.

"I love the sounds you make so much," you purr, scratching carefully over his pecs. Sometimes you wish he would speak more with his sexy baritone, but you would never urge him to speak more than he wants or can. You don't know the reason for his muteness, but it doesn't matter to you. In situations like this, you can communicate just fine without words and still enjoy each other's existence.

You only part your lips for a brief second to catch some air, but to your surprise, Rosinante uses the opportunity to hoist you up in his strong arms once more, carrying you quickly into the nearest room. He swiftly shuts the door behind him and drops you down on a long red sofa, searching for your lips as soon as he joins you there.

You don't have much time to realize where you are, but as long as nobody interrupts you, you don't care.

As your passionate lover latches his lips back onto yours, a very obvious tent between his legs presses tightly against your spread legs, eliciting a lewd moan from you. "I want you so much, Cora!" you cry out, one of your hands tangling in his blonde locks, giving them a firm tug.

An approving hum escapes his lips, and his skilled hands quickly free you from your pants, giving him access to your most intimate parts. You squirm as you feel his hot breath on you, his brown eyes gazing hungrily at your sex. Just as you want to urge Rosinante to stop staring, a pleasured moan escapes you as two long, thick fingers drag slowly over your moist folds, collecting some of the slick that has gathered. You gasp at the sensation, your fingers curling tighter into Corazon's blonde locks as he spreads you open. Then, without any warning, he plunges his long, lolling tongue between your legs, latching onto your throbbing core.

You cry out in surprise as Rosinante's pink muscle penetrates you deeply, thrusting itself between your tight walls. "Don't surprise me like this, Donquixote Rosinante!" you say, a bit offended but still urging him to continue with a firm grasp on his head. A wide smile spreads over his face at your actions, his hands gripping your thighs to hold them in place as he licks you with vigor. Despite knowing his full name could be quite the mouthful, he's always happy to know that you have no problem using it.

A pleased cry escapes from your lungs as your lover swipes his wickedly long tongue over your folds, teasing your entrance again and again. A deep groan vibrates from his lips when he hears you call his name in a mantra, filled with ecstasy from him pleasuring you. Rosinante couldn't imagine a day where he would ever get tired of hearing it, always happy to serve you as you deserved.

The vibrations of his groan made you moan in response, your eyes shutting tightly as the tension in your abdomen threatened to snap. Pleasured, you called out Rosinante's name once again, your fingers luxuriously running through his tousled hair.

Determined to find your own release, you tightened your legs around his head, although it was unnecessary. Rosinante knew, from the way you pulsed around him, that you were close and he had no intention of stopping now that he had brought you so close. Fueled by your impending orgasm, his large hands pulled you even closer, his hot breath caressing your core, his teeth teasingly scraping over your sex.

It didn't take long for a few enthusiastic thrusts with his tongue and the rising heat in your throbbing core to release with a snap, your orgasm rushing through you accompanied by a satisfied moan. Hungrily, Rosinante lapped up the sweet juices you generously offered, only realizing his own arousal once he had finished pleasuring you.

Trying to catch your breath, one of your hands cupped the face of your lover, lifting it slightly, a content smile on your lips as you admired the wonderful sight before you. With his flushed cheeks and disheveled blonde locks, anyone in the castle could tell that the Heart Commander himself had pleasured you without mercy, as evidenced by the smudged lipstick he wore.

"Now look at you, all beautifully undone for me. You're really giving it your all today, my big boy," you grinned, gently swiping your thumb over his chin to clean up some of your residual juices, noticing the lustful groan that escaped Corazon at the use of the nickname he adored.

Mischievously, you pushed your feet between his legs, smirking at the obvious bulge. "How adorable. Is that for me?" A low, desperate groan escaped Rosinante's lips as he frantically nodded in response. "Wow, so you've brought me another gift? Today, you're truly spoiling me!"

With the grin still on your lips, you reached for the button holding up his white chinos, easily popping it open. Finally free from the confines, a relieved sigh escaped the blonde.

You let out a breathy chuckle as you saw Corazon's hard cock spring free, pre-cum glistening on his flushed tip, begging for friction. "I still can't believe how much pleasure you derive from pleasuring me," you remarked, quickly wrapping your hand around him and giving his cock an experimental tug. "Ngh!" A desperate groan escaped Rosinante as he dug his fingers into your hips, a rhythmic tap indicating his desires.

"Ride me, please?" he pleaded.

You chuckled, slowly lifting yourself up, placing a firm hand on your lover's chest. "As if I wouldn't have done that anyway," you teased, running your fingers through his unruly locks as you guided him into a sitting position on the small red couch.

You try your best to guide his tip to your entrance, but the significant size difference between you makes it a bit challenging. "Help me out, okay?" you concentrate, scrunching your eyebrows, eliciting a light chuckle from your lover. A set of reassuring hands grasp your thighs, lifting you slightly higher so that your throbbing core can meet his glistening mushroom tip.

"Don't laugh! It's not my fault your dick is so unbelievably huge," you pout, resting your hands on Rosinante's bare chest as you slowly attempt to ease yourself onto him. Once again, your lover chuckles, playfully tapping an amused "You're just too small" into your skin.

"Say that again when I'm finished with you!" you huff, offended. Without warning, you forcefully drop yourself onto your lover's sizable tip, causing him to suck in air through gritted teeth as a drawn-out version of your name escapes his lips.

Your eyes widen in surprise, feeling your lover tense beneath you. His gaze quickly scans your own eyes for any response. "D-Did you just say my name?" you ask, still taken aback. Corazon bites his lip, uncertainty evident on his face. "God, damn, that sounded so hot," you huff, sliding a bit deeper onto his thick cock, savoring the way your name rolls off his tongue. "I hope you're ready for this, sweetheart, because I won't stop until I've drained you completely."

As soon as those words leave your mouth, Rosinante moans loudly, thrusting his hips wantonly inside you. His mouth finds your neck, leaving a mark as he passionately sucks on your sensitive skin. You gasp at the sudden sensation, relishing in the way your lover grazes his teeth over your aroused flesh. The delicious stretch you feel while riding Corazon only intensifies your moans. Your nails dig carefully into his broad, scarred shoulders as a corresponding hum echoes from the gentle giant beneath you.

Gradually, your hands find their way back to Rosinante's luscious locks, gently combing through them to fix them slightly. "You look so adorable like this, baby," you chuckle, scratching his neck gently. He groans in delight, his cock twitching inside you.

"Oh? You like that?" you tease, sliding yourself a bit off his rock-hard dick, your mixed juices trailing behind, before plunging yourself back onto him. You grip his neck again, this time a bit firmer, earning a short, breathy gasp followed by a nod. "And here I was thinking you were such a good boy~" you purr, a taunting tone creeping into your voice.

"I can't believe you would do something so naughty like this, especially outside the bedroom. It's downright dirty, don't you think? Anyone could walk in at any moment..." you muse, noticing how he tries to thrust his hips further into you.

"Nu-uh. That's not how we play," you declare, rolling your hips torturously slow, licking your lips with excitement as Rosinante buries his face deeper into your shoulder. A sinful, lust-filled groan escapes his lips as you impale yourself onto him as deeply as you can, the wetness of your velvety insides clouding his thoughts.

As you look down, your eyes widen slightly, noticing a small bulge forming on your abdomen. From the deep rumble emanating from the Heart Commander's chest and the hitch in his breath, it's clear that he has also noticed it.

"This is so intense," you murmur, intending to lift yourself up a bit. However, your tall lover holds you firmly in place with his hands, preventing your movement. Beads of sweat form on his forehead as he exerts mental strength to resist thrusting his hips further into you.

For a moment, you're speechless, not expecting Rosinante to derive such pleasure from the thought of being taken completely by you. You chuckle softly, gently stroking his handsome face to make him look at you. As your eyes meet, you whisper two simple words.

"Do it."

Instantly, uncertainty and concern about hurting you appear on Rosinante's face. He realizes, as he starts to gnaw his lip, that there is likely only one way to push him over the edge.

Suddenly, one of your hands finds its way to his chin, forcing him to meet your gaze even more intensely. With a mischievous grin on your face, you speak with a commanding tone. "That was an order, Rosinante. I don't like repeating myself, so I'll say this only once. Fuck me with everything you've got."

Within seconds, you are forcefully pushed onto your back, the air knocked out of your lungs. Before you can catch your breath, your lover thrusts into you with a force you have never experienced before.

A loud cry of pleasure escapes you as you feel yourself being split open. Grateful that you had already climaxed once, you are wet enough to accommodate your well-endowed lover.

A pleasured cry escapes your lips as you revel in the intense pleasure of being penetrated by your lover. Grateful that you had already reached climax once, you are wet enough to accommodate his size. You moan loudly, only to realize that Corazon's body is trembling as he pulls you into a tight embrace, closing the remaining distance between you.

As Rosinante sets a determined rhythm, your hands begin to scratch his back. The sensation between your legs is both burning and delicious, causing you to feel like you might pass out at any moment. Although Rosinante would have liked to continue in this position, thrusting into you with all his strength, the sight of you taking him completely overwhelms him, and a few moments later, he reaches his climax. Moaning your name, he closes his eyes and releases his hot seed inside you. Hovering over you, sweat dripping from his forehead, his golden locks sticking to it, he remains focused on filling you with his essence. The intensity is too much for you, and seconds later, you have another orgasm, coating your lover's spent member with your own sweet nectar.

As you both come down from your highs, Corazon slowly withdraws from you, accompanied by a lewd noise. His cum begins to leak from your well-used core. Exhausted yet content, you snuggle up to your partner, still disconnected from the fact that walking will be a challenge for the next day. You nearly fall asleep in his arms until he taps a few Morse codes gently on your shoulder.

"Are you alright?" he asks.

"Yeah, just tired," you reply breathlessly, snuggling closer to him and relishing in his warm embrace. He hums understandingly, pulling you even closer and gently rubbing your belly.

Just as he reaches for his feather coat to retrieve a cigarette, he suddenly stops, as if realizing something. You turn to him, about to ask what's wrong, when you yourself realize the truth, nearly fainting from the shock. "Please don't tell me this is Doffy's room?!"

[the-fluff-piece]

hi !! could you do 20 - sexy - smoker !! i love him and never see enough of him :,)

Hello Anon,

I have to agree, we never see enough of him! And he is trying so hard with letting his tits hang out and being grumpy.

I hope this story is close to what you meant - unless you meant that you meet your ex together with Smoker,(I realize some prompts are not clear) in which case you can just write another request, I have ideas for that, too!

I know I am taking forever for the Event but I swear I will write every single story 🤩 eventually.

This is part of the milestone Follower event

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Here's

I forgot I missed you

You're part of the Marine and serve in a different company than Smoker. Your relationship with him was short, bur surely memorable. Eventually, you ended it because he was so busy hunting the straw hat.

Now you're one big marine conference - and run into him!

Fuck, it's my ex - and he's smoking hot

Sometimes, a break up is the absolute logical thing to do - and you did it. You just couldn't remember why right at this moment. Smoker had you pinned underneath him on the couch of your hotel room, his mouth was greedily kissing your neck, sucking and licking at your skin as he moaned. His gloved hands were holding you, as if he could make you his again by keeping you in his arms. Doubt has taken you over as soon as his gaze fixated on you and demanded an answer.

You met again, the first time after the break up, on a marine conference on a beautiful island. Both you and him had to sit by the debates - and his eyes had devoured you the whole day.

When you went back to your room, he was behind you. You didn't mind, he would never hurt you, not even if he felt betrayed. You had hoped you could talk about everything, get some closure, but all he wanted to know was if you had a new guy. It had only taken a drink and Smoker's initiative to turn you into the panting puddle of goo that couldn't even remember her own name anymore.

There hasn't been anyone else - who could measure up to this man? Even now, looking down on his handsome face as his mouth was caressing your collarbone, you couldn't believe anyone could make you feel like this. His body was pressing down heavily on you and his deep grunts echoed in the small room.

"Why?" He asked again, propping himself up on one hand. Your mind could hardly process the question as he took your hand in his and began kissing it. "Missed you so much" He whispered into your palm. "It hurt so much" the obvious pain in his voice made you flinch and sucked you back into the moment.

"I missed you, too." You answered.

"Than why" his brown eyes looked at you, searching for a clue.

"I missed you all the time..." You told him, "even when we were a couple. You were always out, hunting. Always away. I never saw you. I was so tired of waiting." Your voice broke as you saw the shame in his eyes.

"I brought this over myself, didn't I." He conceded and kissed your forehead. "I just..I have my duties!" He tried to defended himself, knowing well that he hunted pirates with an obsession no one had ordered.

Enough talk, he would make this night count, somehow get you back.

"Just...one last time" He asked.

"One last time" You told him, knowing that both of you would never be satisfied. In that moment, you couldn't care less as he began to remind you again why you had agreed to a long distsnce, secret relstionship with a high-ranking officer. He was so controlled when he was the marine soldier Smoker, but when he was alone with you, he turned soft, hungry for your love and attention.

His longing was obvious in every touch and every word. It hurt you, too, that he'd be gone again, hunting pirates and saving the world, as soon as this conference was over.

The chaos of love, desire and longing turned to sadness the next morning when you watched him get ready for the day. It would be the last time you saw his muscular back as he got dressed, the last time to see him style his hair in the mirror. When he brushed his silver hair to the side he caught your gaze in the reflection and smiled at you.

"Don't look so upset" He told you kindly.

"Aren't you at least a bit sad? The conference ends today. Tonight we'll be on ships to opposite sides of the world." You answered, indeed upset at how relaxed he seemed. Did he overstate his feelings yesterday?

"Have faith" He said mysteriously as he threw on his jacket. He sat down next to you on the bed and removed his glove to touch your cheek with his fingertips and kiss you goodbye.

Faith in what? You wanted to ask him, but when he was this secretive from the beginning, he wouldn't talk.

You could barely hold yourself upright as you sat there, listening to the slow torture that was Kizaru's speech, fighting exhaustion. You barely slept. You could think of little else than how Smoker held you in his arms and told you he'd never let you go again.

Finally, after what felt like an endless day, the conference ended, everyone was flocking to their ships, ready to get home. You didn't even catch a glimpse of Smoker's white coat when all the officers made their way to their ships. Eventually, you also moved towards the docks were transport back to the east blue waited, when admiral Kizaru called you into his temporary Office.

He was a strange man who could supposedly kick with the speed of light - but talked like a snail on sleeping pills.

"Ah, Ms y/n, sit down, I have new orders for you. You are getting transfered" his mouth chewed out the words as if he had to think about every one of them very carefully.

"Sir?" You asked, confused. Why a transfer?

"Dear Ms, I am not sure what you did...." He sucked in air ridiculously slowly "but it was requested that you join..." He paused like a moderator reading the winner from a card, "the grand line's G-5." He ended and folded his hands.

"You're to report at dock 12 in 30 minutes. Dismissed." He turned back to his paperwork, signalling that you are to leave now.

Saluting, you left the room. The stress of having to talk to one of those admirals and on top to one who's speech pattern can only be described as nerve wrecking was driving your blood pressure up, making your ears ring.

You're getting transferred...to G-5?

As ordered, you sought out dock 12, where a ship of ragged looking men was waiting. They were wearing their uniforms far away from any regulation you knew and were infamous for their cruelty and bad behavior. It was strange to see a pink coat among them - Captain Tashigi was trying, and failing, to get them to load the ship according to standard procedure.

"No, not there! Don't throw that!" Her meek voice could not be heard among the general chatter and you only understood her as you got closer.

"Captain?" You made your presence known.

"Ah! Y/n!" She blushed and lost her composure entirely. She didn't work well with the knowledge about your connection to her direct superior and mentor.

"You uhm you came to see Smoker?" She asked, looking everywhere but in your eyes.

"Not exactly..." You tell as you hand her the slip with your new orders.

Her eyes went wide.

"Ah, our newest addition!" Smoker's booming voice could be heard clearly through the cacophony of screaming soldiers.

"Y/n will support our efforts with her skills" He informed an absolutely dysfunctional Tashigi.

"I trust that we will work well together" He announced in the most official tone - that was only betrayed by his wide, happy grin. A sight his men probably didn't see often, a few creates fell as they stared and tried to make sense of it all.

"Get back to work you lazy idiots!" He bellowed, immediately getting them under control.

"Let's get to marine base G-5, your new home" He said and and turned around, leading you up the ramp to the deck.

So I hope you liked it!

I am always happy about comments and likes and reblogs, they keep me motivated

[wistfulcynic]

do you know why we have the sunflowers

Prompted by this:

I refuse to apologise for my excess of italics. 

AO3

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Stede Bonnet loves museums. 

He always has, from the very first time he visited one as a child, on a school trip. A trip that was, in all other respects, thoroughly unmemorable. The standard ragging from the Badminton twins and their cohort, the standard lonely solitude, just Stede and his books and his thoughts. 

He remembers the painting, though. 

He remembers the two men on the deck of their ship, so vividly rendered in strokes of oil that he fancied he could feel the wind as it whipped through their hair and filled the sails of their vessel. He remembers the way they stood, proud and fearless. He remembers how they stood together, united, joined by an unmistakable thread of connection, palpable even through paint and across three hundred years. He remembers the ache of yearning in his young chest. How he wanted that. That unity. That connection. That someone who would look at him the way the pirates in the painting looked at each other. 

No one ever looked at Stede Bonnet like that. 

No one looks at him like that still. Not his parents, not his ex-wife. Not even his children. He moves through life as he moves through the streets of London, alone amidst the seething crowds of people—families, friends, lovers. But none for him. Never for him. 

He still loves museums, though. 

He’s the curator of the 18th century wing of the National Gallery in London now, a dream post, one he’s worked his whole life for. He should be triumphant and he is, truly. Just... quietly triumphant, and mostly to himself. The fact that he has no one to share it with doesn’t matter, really, he tells himself. Going in to the museum every day, knowing that it’s his place, a place he’s earned, that makes him happy. Happier than he’s ever been. It’s enough. 

When he acquires the painting, the painting, the one he first saw as a lad in Auckland all those years ago, his happiness is complete. Every day he goes to his gallery and stands in front of that painting and just looks at it. He stands and he looks and he feels again that ache of yearning in his chest. 

Gradually he comes to realise something, a most peculiar thing, a thing he’s not sure quite what to make of. One of the men in the painting, the man on the right, the blond man with the short, pointed beard and the dashing mien, the billowing white shirt and the turquoise sash around his waist, that man… he looks like Stede. 

Just like Stede. To the point that it’s eerie. He never noticed it as a boy, of course, how could he have? But now that he’s older—the same age it seems as the man in the painting—the resemblance is unmistakable. 

He grows a beard, out of academic curiosity he tells himself. Just to see if the resemblance is enhanced or hindered by it. He lets his close-cropped hair grow out a bit, more like the shaggy curls depicted in the painting. He introduces colour to his wardrobe, bright blues and cheery greens, even the occasional cheeky yellow. Getting dressed in the morning becomes a treat and not a chore. 

He finds he no longer collides with people in the street because they fail to notice him. Instead, strangers nod as he passes and return his cheery smiles, even on occasion make small talk in queues. They chuckle when he makes a mild joke. He starts making jokes on purpose. When he does, people laugh. They laugh with him and not at him. To Stede, this is a revelation. 

This more confident, more colourful Stede, delighted beyond measure at how perfectly he now resembles the man in the painting, begins to look more carefully at the other man. The one who, even as a child, he found almost too magnificent to gaze upon. That tall, handsome man dressed all in leather, his long hair and beard wind-whipped and glorious, who looked at Stede’s painted doppelgänger with the softest eyes Stede has ever seen. 

His new confidence notwithstanding, still no one has ever looked at Stede Bonnet like that. 

“Helluva painting isn’t it, mate?” 

Stede turns from his perusal of the leather-clad pirate, surprised and delighted to hear the cadence of a familiar accent. It’s rare that he meets another Kiwi in London, despite the fact that the city is full of people from every corner of the world. 

“You know, it’s funny,” the voice continues. It’s deep and resonant and it caresses Stede’s skin like cashmere. “I remember seeing this painting when I was a boy in New Zealand. I think I stared at it for a solid twenty minutes. The rest of the class moved on without me, teacher had to come back and practically drag me away. Can’t recall the teacher’s name but man, I never forgot that painting.” He turns his head so Stede can see his whole face. “This is gonna sound mad, but would you say—do you think that that man, the one on the left… do you think he looks like me?” 

Stede is struck speechless, gaping. Mouth hanging open like a fish. Because yes, he wants to say, yes. The man in the painting does look like you and if anyone can declare that with authority it’s Stede. He’s only been looking at that painting every single day for the past year. The man beside him has the same height and build, the same long hair and magnificent beard. And when he turns and their eyes meet, Stede’s breath catches in his throat. The eyes are the same as well, that soft warm brown, and as they take in Stede’s face they widen first in recognition and then in awe. 

“It’s you,” he breathes. “The man, the other one. He’s—he’s you.” 

Stede knows he must say something, anything really, and so he blurts out the first words that come into his head. 

“Are you real?” 

It’s a ridiculous question and he feels foolish for asking it, but the man’s lovely eyes just crinkle at the edges as he laughs. Laughs with Stede, not at him. Stede knows the difference now.  

“Real as you are, mate. I’m Ed.” He holds out his hand. 

“Stede,” Stede replies, taking it. An electric thrill dances along his skin, from the point of contact clear to the tip of every nerve ending he possesses. He barely holds in his gasp. “I’m the, uh, curator. Of the museum. Well, not the whole museum, just the eighteenth-century portion but that’s not important really, what’s important is that me too.” 

“You too?” echoes Ed. 

Stede nods eagerly. “Me too. I also saw this painting as a boy in New Zealand. I couldn’t take my eyes off it either. And I—”

“Never forgot it?” 

“Never forgot it! Acquired it the first chance I got. Only realised later that it was, er—that the man in it had—” 

“Your face?” 

“Yeah.” Stede gives a little shrug. “My face.” 

“It’s a nice face,” says Ed, and the sizzle on Stede’s skin grows hot. He realises he’s still holding Ed’s hand. 

“Do you know what I like best about it?” he asks.

“About your face?” 

“No!” Stede protests, before he realises Ed is teasing. He can feel his cheeks go pink but he presses on. “No, not about my face. About the painting.” 

“What do you like best about the painting?” 

“It’s the way they look at each other,” says Stede. “The way they’re so connected and the looks on their faces, it’s—” 

“Love,” Ed finishes. His voice is gruff. “They’re in love.” 

“They are.” The words almost choke Stede. He has to force them through the tightness in his chest. “I couldn’t see it as a boy. I mean, I saw it. I felt it. But I didn’t know what it was. All I knew was that I wanted someone to look at me like that. But no one ever has.”

“Never?” 

“No. Not—” Stede breaks off, caught in Ed’s eyes. The look in them takes his breath away.

Ed holds his gaze as he releases Stede’s hand, as he cups his instead around Stede’s jaw, fingers sinking into his hair, curling around the back of his head and tugging him closer. 

“Not until now,” he murmurs, and then his lips are on Stede’s. 

The kiss starts out soft, tentative. Stede’s never much cared for kissing; he’s had little practice at it and none of it great, despite his ten-year marriage. But this kiss, this kiss—it lights him up from within, that electric tingle sinks through his skin and into his bones. He finds himself leaning in to Ed’s body, gripping his waist, giving a small, helpless moan that draws a deeper one from Ed and then the kiss grows hot, wet, completely inappropriate for a rainy Tuesday morning at his place of work but Stede could not possibly care less. 

When it ends they just stare at each other for a moment, wide-eyed and gasping, and then in perfect unison they turn, as though drawn by a thread, to look at the painting. 

The two men in it are smiling down at them. At them, of that there can be no doubt. Ed’s lookalike gives them a wink, while Stede’s nods with a pleased, proud smile. “I knew you’d find him,” Stede hears his own voice say, in his head to be sure but the words are as clear as though he’d spoken them himself. 

He turns to Ed. “Did you hear—” 

“Yeah,” Ed replies. “I did.” 

When they look back again the painting is just as it always was. 

“Come to lunch with me,” says Ed, abruptly. 

“It’s ten thirty in the morning!” 

“Brunch then. I know a great place, not far from here.” 

“Oh?” Stede’s so happy he feels like his blood has been replaced with champagne. “Where’s that?” 

“My restaurant.” Ed grins at him. “Just opened it. Blackbeard’s Bar and Grill, it’s called.” 

“Ooh, fab name. So you’re… planning on staying in London, then?” 

“For as long as London will have me,” says Ed, and Stede knows he’s not just talking about London. “So. Brunch? I have marmalade.” 

Stede gapes at him. “How—how did you know I love marmalade?” 

“Lucky guess,” says Ed. His eyes twinkle, with warmth and affection and interest and yes it’s finally real, it’s really, actually happening. Someone is looking at Stede Bonnet Like That. 

Right here in his beloved museum, in front of his most treasured painting, the most beautiful man he’s ever laid eyes on either painted or in person is looking at him in the way he’s always dreamed of but never thought he’d know. 

And there’s an ache in his chest again but it’s no longer a yearning one. It’s yearning fulfilled. It’s completion. It’s happiness.

It’s love. 

“Brunch sounds great,” says Stede. “It sounds perfect.” It feels like the start of something spectacular.

And so it is.  

-

[artzychic27]

Just a bunch of out of context SB&IB quotes

Marinette: Quick question. Has Luka shown you their pirate booty yet?

Adrien: *Giggles; blushes* … No!

—

Luka: Now to find us a taxi like a man!… *Pokes out his leg* Yoohoo~! *Several taxis stop by them*

—

Austin A: Trust me, I don't need a weapon to get respect. *lays his bat down on the table*

Austin T: What’s up, you short ass motherfu- *Austin A picks up his bat* Handsome, strong- *Austin A puts his bat down* Stupid, dumbass- *Austin A picks up his bat* All around nice guy.

Austin A: … Okay, maybe you have a point.

—

Mr. Monlataing: *Hits Mr. Damocles over the head with a lunch tray, knocking him out* I'm sorry, Mr. Damocles, but you were acting like such a jerk that even a granola-crunching pacifist like me had to do something about it.

Mr. Damocles: Fair enough.

—

Mr. Damocles: Well! What brings you ladies to this perfectly legitimate school?!

Alyssa: Why… Our precious son, Marcquelle, of course.

Marc: I said, ‘Call me Marc!’

Mr. Damocles: Oh. So you two are-

Marc: My cool lesbian moms. *High fives them as they fist bump each other, then poses* Aw, yeah!

Mr. Damocles: Oh, thank God! You’re just gay!

—

Adrien: Oh no! My leftover Chinese food! It's gone!

Nino: *Eating Chinese food* Dude, if I'd have known, I never would have-

Adrien: And look at that. Someone drew a mustache on my favorite headshot! Don't you people understand!? There's only one explanation! It's the ghost!

Nino: Yeah, uh, a ghost ate your Chinese food. *hides the Chinese food*

Nathaniel: *hides a marker* And drew a mustache on your headshot.

Ivan: And uh, got high on allergy pills and made out with your toothbrush ... Uh, I mean uh, what ghost?

—

Cosette: Austin Armbruster is Monarch! I'll prove it!

Marc: How?

Cosette: Through science! *pulls out a crossbow* If I shoot him in the face and he lives, he’s Monarch.

—

Austin Q: *After Austin T gives him mouth to mouth* What are you doing?!

Austin T: I was saving your life.

Austin Q: Next time let me die!

—

Lacey: Lila! What’s going on with you and Nathaniel?

Lila: Me and Nath? I-

Jean: Lila, honey, it’s obvious Nathan hates your guts. We just wanna know why, you sweet, beautiful gorgeous queen.

Lacey: *Pulls Jean aside* What the hell are you doing?

Jean: I thought we’d play a little “bad cop, fab cop!” *Puts on a boa*

Lacey: I love it!

[veryace-ficrecs]

Zosan Outsider POV Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

We're Going to Be Friends by Harubo - Rated T

“What are you smiling about?” Nami asked, eyes narrowing.

“You will lend me money,” Zoro laughed, “And you'll help me pick out a nice tie for curly too.”

“Are you insane?  Why would I do that?” she hissed.

“Because we’re friends,” he said, practically giggling, “And you’re rooting for me.”

Slow Dance by Harubo - Rated G

Law observes different dance styles. Always the same two partners. --- So this is joy, Law thought, as he watched them sway. This is what happens when a wildfire meets a hurricane. Negated forces finding peace in each other’s holds in tiny moments like these, before whirling to continue dealing out their destruction.

Panthera by Hazel_Athena - Rated T

“Now,” the man says, tucking a few strands of long, blond hair behind one ear before he turns to glance at their cowering trio. The motion serves to thoroughly hide his right eye from view, but does nothing to cover the strangely curled eyebrow located above his left. “What’s all this then?”

Steady Path by 8ball - Rated T

“I don't know how to be something of that worth.” Sanji whispered. You who have traveled this sea and seen its enormity and been humbled. Jinbe thought of the Sun Pirates and the brands on their skin, replacing injustice with purpose, anger with compassion. You who gives and does not take. He wanted to cry.

Zoro's Boyfriend, Who Lives In Canada by donutsandcoffee - Rated G

Everyone knows Zoro has the perfect boyfriend—tall, blonde, and handsome. He cooks Zoro’s bento every day, fights as well as Zoro does, and has the clearest, bluest eyes mankind has ever seen. Everyone also knows this “boyfriend” doesn’t actually exist.

Prison Blues by donutsandcoffee - Rated T

Zoro gets lost, Sanji gets captured by the marines, the Strawhats break into the ship's prison, and they all escape with a bang. Not exactly in that order, much to the confusion of Sanji's cellmates.

i guess that's love by panfriedstar - Rated G

Chopper doesn’t understand the mating rituals of humans. He has read about every other animal’s and even the most complicated ones are simpler than whatever Zoro and Sanji are doing.

[allwaswell16]

All the One Direction fics I read and enjoyed in Dec 2022. You can listen to my podcast to hear me talk about each of these fics as well as an overview of what was posted on ao3 including the fics on this month’s fic roundup which you can find here! Please let the writers know if you liked the fics by leaving kudos and comments! Happy reading!

Fanfictional Podcast #45 |  ko-fi | fic recs

-Larry-

Chasing, Searching, Dreaming by @parmahamlarrie

(E, 46k, soulmates au) Harry has known who his soulmate is since he was twenty years old, and ever since, he has been waiting for Louis to be ready for him. 

I Keep Looking For Magic by @lululawrence

(NR, 36k, fake relationship) Harry cannot go home alone when he had promised to bring a significant other again. 

Set the Sky Alight, Oh Holy Night by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(T, 33k, roommates) One house, five almost-strangers (plus Niall), six new beginnings.

reckless behaviour by @nouies

(E, 13k, strangers to lovers) Harry is a retired football player looking for a new opportunity. Louis is the image consultant hired to help him find it.

It Started with a Spark by exceptionallyordinharry / @exceptionally0rdinary

(NR, 6k, canon) Could the magnetic pull he feels towards a certain curly-haired cutie be about more than friendship?

come my love be one with the sea by CuckooTrooke / @larrydoinglaundry

(M, 6k, mermaid au) Pirate captain Louis gets saved from the storm by mermaid Harry, and grows particularly fond of this mysterious creature.

Seems You Cannot Be Replaced by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird

(M, 5k, high school) Harry and the popular boy in school, Louis Tomlinson, share a tension-filled night together when they're young. Fifteen years later they see each other again.

Love In Conversation by @hellolovers13

(T, 5k, baking au) Louis has a severe baking breakdown. Thankfully, he gets help from baking-hotline operator Harry.

Tide's Deathless Death by Jennifer_Kaid / @poetsreprieve

(E, 4k, pirate au) There was no single man who had survived after taking up arms against the captain.

Every Boy is a Lily (series) by docklands / @hershelsue

(M, 3k, trans Harry) Harry moves to Paris. With no one to talk to, he makes friends with his neighbour from the window next to his, a painter named Louis with a burning passion for life.

Chicago by @hellolovers13

(G, 3k, exes to lovers) They hadn't seen each other in four years, why was Louis still writing songs about Harry?

-Rare Pairs-

Me And You Is All I've Ever Known by restless_rebels / @restless-rebels

(T, 24k, Louis/Zayn) “I love you! And I always will! I’m going to come back and prove that!” Louis shouted down the hall as Zayn opened the front door.

When you love someone, you make room by louloubaby92 / @louloubabys1992

(E, 20k, Louis/Jamie Campbell Bower) Jamie Campell Bower is a big deal, of that Louis is sure. He's a walking charmer with a jawline to die for. So, it's a bit of a surprise when Jamie looks his way, let alone approaches him to chat him up.

Sweet Talk (series) by wordsnnotes / @quelsentiment

(M, 12k, Louis/Niall) Niall easily deflects her, though, then grabs the collar of Louis’ leather coat with her unnaturally strong grip and throws her back into the wall where she came from. If Louis had been human, she might have been knocked out. It’s a good thing that she isn't.

The Concept Of Controlled Love by Kikiberoski16 / @larrysballetslippers

(E, 10k, Louis/OMC) Louis and Andrew make a deal to help each other pass the term, but things turn out differently than expected.

Cigarettes and Chances by @faithinwalls369

(G, 7k, Louis/Liam Gallagher) On a whim, he decides to enter a competition via local radio, for a chance to have backstage access to Liam Gallagher's latest album release tour. 

The Seduction Of Draco Malfoy by Stillwriting / @adam-my-adam

(E, 7k, Louis/Draco Malfoy) The handsome, prickly stranger had melted into a wrecked, sexy, pleading dream…and Louis had done it to him.

something runnin' around my head by andfollowthesun / @halien

(G, 7k, Louis/Niall) Louis likes to think that Anne and Robin like them though; the three of them have been flatmates for the better part of two years, and friends before that. It would be bad form to show up to an anniversary empty-handed.

here with me by haveufoundwhaturlookingfor

(T, 6k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) Louis has been secretly dating Nick, and things were going so smoothly, but then Nick finds out that he's pregnant and they have no choice but to tell everyone about their relationship.

Worth the Risk by Lhhome / @lhhomefics

(E, 5k, Louis/Lando Norris) The one where Lando Norris just wants to flirt with the cute guy he saw from across the room and Louis finally finds someone who is worth the risk.

flame colored paradise by cinnamons / @sunbellylou

(E, 3k, Louis/Mads Mikkelsen) He looked like a sight straight from heaven in his dark three-piece suit, hair in perfect place, a relaxed look on his face, as if he hasn’t had a hard-on for the last half an hour. Louis loved how Mads was always perfectly composed, never a single strand of hair out of place.

It's All Come and Go by @haztobegood

(E, 2k, Louis/Orville Peck) “Truck stops are like the original Grindr.” - Orville Peck, Coachella 2022

Demons Hide by sitandadmire / @louistomlionson

(NR, 777 words, Louis/Four) "When are you getting that tongue piercing we talked about?" Louis chuckles. "As soon as you manage to keep me pinned down long enough, love."

[edwardsparkleblood]

What Are We Now, if Anything at All

Fandom: Pirate101

Relationships: Catbeard/Ratbeard

Word count: 3,155

Rating: T (could maybe be considered G, but raised it up to T because kissing)

Tags: Gay, very gay, awkward moments + awkward kissing, pirates, circus shenanigans, love/hate relationship

Summary:

When a traveling circus comes to port regal, the crew comes up with a plan to swipe that circus' gold. Ratbeard and Catbeard are chosen to infiltrate the circus while disguised as performers, but they quickly find themselves in an awkward situation after making the other performers believe they are actually a married couple.

A/N: Written around pride month but only recently got around it posting it online. You can find my continued work on Ao3 under E_SparkleBlood

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Ratbeard and Catbeard hurried across the grounds and ducked down near what they assumed were the circus' changing tents.

None of the circus performers were nearby, so that was good. Probably because they were in the middle of a performance right now. The sounds of drums and shouts from a wild event were coming from the much larger tent nearby.

Catbeard opened the bag he was carrying and quickly passed its contents over to Ratbeard, who looked like he was having second thoughts about putting on such funny looking attire. But he stepped inside one of the tents none-the-less.

Every couple months around this time, Port Regal hosts an extravagant traveling circus group, for it's moderately wealthy citizens. The circus group is well known, as is the amount of gold they are able to swindle out of the people of port regal. Especially among pirates. However, no pirate crew in the skyway would dare risk stealing from them as Port Regal is so often heavily guarded.

But one pirate crew is going to take that dare.

"Hurry up, Ratbeard. You big, lout." Catbeard whispered to himself. He peaked out from behind the corner to keep watch, and then ducked back down as 2 circus performers exited the large circus tent. The larger of the two was a tiger dressed as a clown with a red nose, and a frilly neck piece. The other, probably a knife thrower if Catbeard had to guess, just based one on all the knives attached to his leg, was a tall lanky wharf rat. They seemed to just be stretching and taking a smoke break. Thankfully, they didn't seem to have any intention on coming over here.

"I don't think it's gonna fit!" Ratbeard said from behind the curtains of the changing tent.

"Well make it fit." Catbeard replied.

Catbeard sat in the grass and let out a breath. Their mission was to infiltrate the circus and find whatever money box or safe the circus folk were keeping their gold in. The rest of the crew waited down by the docks for the perfect getaway. Catbeard wished so much he could have been down there instead, and that Bonnie Anne or Hawkulese had taken his spot instead. After a lot of arguing amongst the crew it was decided that a 2 man team would be the best way to pull the heist off, and that it would be Ratbeard and Catbeard who would be going under cover. This was decided because Ratbeard was the only one who could fit in the clown costume, and because Catbeard... Well, he pulled the short stick, so he was forced to tag along.

Catbeard and Ratbeard did not make for suitable partners. They butt heads more than anyone else in the crew. If their personalities had to be compared to anything, it would be that of oil and water. Which was a shame because visually Ratbeard was quite attractive, Catbeard thought. His handsome face couldn't be denied, but it just had to be contrasted by the most unattractive and quarrelsome personality.

Ratbeard emerged from the tent after just a few minutes, nervously clutching at the vibrant fabric of his waistband he walked. He struggled to keep it up as he waddled.

Seeing Ratbeard in full getup made the two realize pretty quickly that the attire suited more a court jester than a circus performer. But it was all they could get their hands on in time. The circus was only going to be in the port for one more evening, after all, so they had to hope nobody would pay them too much mind.

"Arr, this be a disaster in the making. I feel ridiculous." Ratbeard said.

Ratbeard really did look rather goofy, especially with the white and red makeup, and the black teardrop under where his left eye would be if he still had it. His costume was a riot of mismatched colors and his crusty old pirate hat that he's so attached to had even been replaced with a harlequin style hat with oversized bells. Although, the tights suited his round form quite well, Catbeard thought... When they weren't slipping off. He'd never say that out loud of course. It would give the rat too much self-esteem, and his ego was already grandiose enough.

"You LOOK ridiculous. But it won't be a disaster as long as you play your cards right" Catbeard said. He turned his body away. "Which does worry me. Have you ever played any cards right in your life?"

"Have at least some faith in me, why don't ya!!!" Ratbeard shouted. He immediately ducked his head down as the tiger and wharf rat turned their attention to the pair, and so he continued talking to Catbeard in a whisper. "If ye really think I can't pull it off, let's switch. The role of a fool is more fit for you than it is me."

Catbeard looked appalled that Ratbeard would even suggest such a thing.

"Those clashing colors? As if I'd ever be caught dead wearing that."

"Now what's going on of here? You two having a lil' scuffle or somethin'?" A gruff voice came from over Catbeard's shoulder.

Catbeard turned to see the tiger leaning against a pillar, and the wharf rat making his way over as well. Up close Catbeard could tell they would both look rather menacing if they weren't in such colorful attire.

"Uh, no, no. No dispute going on here. We're fine." Catbeard said, animating his hands a bit too much to be natural.

"What are you doing out here when the show's ago?" Asked the wharf rat. Then he turned his attention to Catbeard. "And you're not even in costume."

"Ah- ha! Just gettin' ready, I was! I had a new fit tailored for me and it took a bit longer to get done than it should have!" Ratbeard said. Then he turned to Catbeard, Catbeard heard Ratbeard gulp.

His heart was probably racing. Expecting Catbeard to come up with a quick cover story for himself. Ratbeard was about to open his mouth again, however before the rat could say anything, Catbeard stepped forward, his voice wavering with nervousness.

"I'm his husband!" Catbeard declared, surprising even himself with those words.

"Husband?!" Ratbeard shouted. His face was flushed with a tint of red.

"We're here to enjoy the circus together." Catbeard continued, placing his hand on his heart. "I mean- I wanted to come. I'm usually so busy you see, that I rarely get to see my dear... Norrington... at work." A bead of sweat trickled down his cheek. Ratbeard really didn't look like a Norrington, but it was the only name he could think to say.

The circus performers exchanged intrigued glances, seemingly accepting the explanation. Yet, they looked to Ratbeard, expecting some confirmation. Ratbeard had to act quickly to keep up the charade.

"'Tis true! He's my... hu-hu-husband!" Ratbeard mustered a blush and wrapped an arm around Catbeard's waist, and Catbeard was pulled uncomfortably close. "Been married for..."

"-For 3 years now. Today is our anniversary, in fact!" Catbeard interrupted, placing a hand on Ratbeard's chest. Ratbeard's eye twitched in annoyance at Catbeard adding more layers to this lie than necessary.

The circus performers grinned mischievously.

"Well, well, aren't you two just the sweetest couple!" the wharf rat of exclaimed

"I must say, it's not every day we see two guys so open about such a relationship. I almost don't even believe it. I wanna see how genuine this love of yours is." the tiger added with a chuckle.

Catbeard's eyes widened with apprehension, realizing where this was heading. Catbeard and Ratbeard exchanged desperate glances. Without giving himself time to overthink it, Ratbeard leaned in. Catbeard's heartbeat quickened then came to a sudden halt as Ratbeard pressed their lips together in a brief, chaste kiss.

It was meant to be a simple act, just a means to keep up the ruse, but Catbeard couldn't help but feel a jolt of... something. The was a warmness to said "something", and for a second the spiral itself and everything in it seemed to have frozen in place.

As Ratbeard pulled away, the spiral came to life ones more. Catbeard's cheeks flushed with embarrassment and surprise. The tiger nodded in approval, seemingly satisfied with their display of affection, and the wharf rat just laughed.

"Ah ha-ha, young love! You two are adorable together," the wharf rat commented with a knowing grin, wiping a tear away.

The tiger rustled the fur on Catbeard's head. "We're just messin' with ya. But keep that rat of yours close. One who can make a move like that without judgement is a real keeper."

The circus performers moved on and Ratbeard removed his hand from Catbeard's waist after realizing it still lingered there. Catbeard covered his face with his hands, his face was flushed, giving him a pink glow.

"I... wasn't thinking when I kissed ya. What I mean to say is I wasn't planning on it happenin'." Ratbeard stammered, his voice barely above a whisper as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"But it happened." Catbeard's voice came out muffled.

"It's yer fault! What were ye thinking just claimin' me as yer husband like that?!"

"I was nervous..." Catbeard's removed his hands from his face but immediately looked away, trying to hide his vulnerability.

"Well...," Ratbeard nudged at Catbeard's side and continue "Least ye got the best damn kiss ye could ever get in the spiral."

"Oh, please. I've rather kiss a bumbaloons backside!" Catbeard rolled his eyes.

But as Ratbeard walked forward to enter the much larger performance tent, Catbeard brought his hand up to his mouth. He felt a mix of relief and confusion. Relief of course that the awkward situation was over, and confusion over... Well, he couldn't quite explain it. A kind of emotion that he couldn't deny if he tried his hardest.

-

Catbeard and Ratbeard successfully made it into the circus tent. One kid who was with his mother pulled Ratbeard aside and asked him to juggle, which Ratbeard tried to do, but failed humorously. The kid was quite young though and laughed. Ratbeard stumbling over himself probably made for a more entertaining and memorable moment for the kid, than in Ratbeard had actually succeeded. Catbeard couldn't hold back a smile when Ratbeard even pushed himself to make a goofy face at the end. Now THAT was a sight to behold.

Catbeard grabbed Ratbeard by the arm before telling the mother and child pair that they must be off to get ready for the next performance. "Well, well, well, so you like children?" Catbeard asked.

Ratbeard grumbled. "Don't think too hard on it. The kid gave me stuff to throw in the air, so I did it."

"Well I think it's admirable. The great captain Ratbeard has at least one soft spot." Ratbeard no doubt thought Catbeard was just teasing him, but Catbeard was truly and genuinely surprised to find a quality in the rat that he liked.

"...The face you made was rather cute." Catbeard continued, but this time in such a tone to convey that he was just teasing now.

"Okay, okay, enough of this. We're done talking." Ratbeard said waving a hand, and using his other to pull his hat down over his eyes.

They were done talking, but only because they got to the back of the tent that held all sorts of things, from supplies for the performers, to lights, tools, and extra costumes. This is where the gold they collected from this evenings attendees will be located. Catbeard and Ratbeard split up. Ratbeard moving the heavier supplies around, and catbeard going through whatever box he could find.

Ratbeard scratched at his long beard. "Hey, I, uh..."

"Less talking, more looking." Catbeard said while sticking his head down into a tiny crawl space.

"I can do both ya know." Ratbeard said, heaving as he moved a large dresser and knocking it on it's side. So Ratbeard continued. "I wanted to... say... Well, I'm sorry okay? For just... kissin' you like that. Back there."

"Oh... Right." Did Ratbeard just show empathy? No way. Absolutely not. Catbeard must be imagining things. Discovering 2 positive qualities from RATBEARD in a single day, that's just un-heard of in the Spiral."

"Well, It wasn't as bad as I imagined it would be." Catbeard said, his back still turned to the other.

Ratbeard folded his arms and leaned on a colorful table.

"... So ye have imagined what it'd be like to kiss me?" Ratbeard smirked.

Catbeard choked on those words that weren't even his. He would be lying if he said no. Maybe he could just "Sure.". It's not like it'd be a declaration of undying love. There is a stark difference between lust and love after all. And Catbeard isn't so narcissistic that he'd play dumb and say the rat pirate wasn't at least somewhat attractive.

But there is also the underlying thought that was clouding Catbeard's mind. Was Ratbeard simply teasing or flirting? The tone in Ratbeard's voice was unique to say the least. There was something to it he's never quite heard of before, so he decided to play along. Come what may. That's what they say, right? Catbeard got to his feet and leaned against a cabinet, mirroring Ratbeard's posture.

"Perhaps... once or twice," Catbeard confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. His cheeks felt warm. "My mind has a habit of wandering into all sorts of hypothetical situations..."

A flicker of mischief danced in Ratbeard's eyes as he got up from the table and walked over to Catbeard.

"D-don't let it flatter yourself." Catbeard turned his head to the exit, as if planning an escape route, to run away in sheer embarrassment if it gets to be too much. "A pretty face means nothing when the one who wears it is so unpleasant to be around."

"Ye think I'm pretty?" Ratbeard asked.

He removed his goofy hat with the bells and tossed it in box full of other costumes and props, than wrapped his hands around Catbeard's waist and pulled him in close. Well, this solidified to Catbeard that he was indeed flirting, at least. His gaze met Ratbeard's.

"I also said you're unpleasant." Catbeard said.

"Aye, but also pretty?" Ratbeard asked once again.

Typical Ratbeard. List twenty problems you have with him and one redeeming quality, and he will focus only on the one till the end of days. So Catbeard gave in. "Yes... Pretty..." Catbeard said.

Ratbeard leaned in close, making it clear exactly what he wanted, but Catbeard was not about to be on the recieving end for the 2nd time today. This time it would be him making the move. Catbeard pushed himself forward, meeting Ratbeard halfway, who seemed taken aback at first. He took a step back, before going back in and letting their lips touch.

The wild sounds of the circus seemed to fade into the background and all Catbeard could pay attention to was the warmth of Ratbeard's lips. Ratbeard entwined his fingers, sealing Catbeard in the embrace and deepening the kiss, leaving Catbeard to bring his own hands up and caress Ratbeard's waist.

And then there was one more thing he started to feel. That same confusion from earlier in the day. The first time they kissed, this confusion swirled around in Catbeard's head. And so Catbeard chose to ignore it, after. To shut it down. But this time he had completely surrendered to it.

Finally breaking the kiss, Catbeard stared into ratbeard's emerald green eyes. Unsure of what to say, he chose not to say anything until Ratbeard spoke first.

"Better than a bumbaloons behind?" Ratbeard grinned.

Catbeard softly chuckled.

"It was better than the first time, I'll give you tha-" Catbeard cut himself off and pushed Ratbeard to the side before rushing over to one corner of the tent.

"Hey! What was that for?!" Ratbeard shouted, almost tripping. "Almost made me trip on me peg leg, ye did!"

Ratbeard was almost envious of whatever it was that was more important to Catbeard at this moment, but once his eyes caught what exactly Catbeard saw, he rushed over there too.

Catbeard pulled out a wooden box with red trimming, burried between colorful ribbon. With a knife Catbeard pulled out of his boot, he was easily able to break the rusty lock. H elifted it open to reveal quite a lot of gold. Probably a weeks worth of gold the circus had earned from their shows.

"Well, nice goin', Cap'n kitty! I think we have what we came for!" Ratbeard said. He took a handful of gold and flipped a coin in the air before shoving the handful into his pocket.

"What do you think you're doing?! Give that back, the gold is for the whole crew!" Catbeard shouted. He chased Ratbeard around in circles before Ratbeard playfully shoved him away, and this time it was Catbeard who almost tripped over himself.

"Ah come on. They won't be missin' just a couple pieces o' gold." Ratbeard shut the lid of the box with his hooked hand before giving a devilish look. "Besides, we're gonna be gettin' a room tonight, right? Somewhere fancy? Just the two of us, as celebration for a job well done? ...Preferably with thick walls?" That last bit was topped off with a sly wink.

Catbeard blushed. "That kiss earlier wasn't simply an attempt for you to get lucky for one night, was it?"

"Oh please, cap'n kitty. If anyone is lucky, it's you. Now let's get out o' this musty place. The crew is waitin."

Ratbeard turned and started to walk away, and Catbeard followed after shoving the box of coins into the bag that once held Ratbeard's jester attire.

Catbeard stared at Ratbeard's back. He wondered what they were now, if they were anything at all. He felt like not much had changed between them, but at the same time some kind of door opened, deep in his soul. Or perhaps heart would be a better word. They should talk about this, and they will. Catbeard will make sure of that. Catbeard lifted his head to catch himself falling behind and sped up to match Ratbeard's pace.

As they exited the tent the two performers gave them a wave and Catbeard waved back. He slung the bag over his shoulder and Instinctively, probably to keep up that little performance from earlier, grabbed hold of Ratbeard's hand. Ratbeard entwined his fingers around Catbeard's without skipping a beat, and then it dawned on him just how much larger larger Ratbeard's hands were compared to his own.

"Yer paw is pretty soft, y'know that?" Ratbeard said.

Yeah... They will definitely talk about this. Definitely. Catbeard cemented all these memories in his mind, ready to relive them when that talk comes. But it will have to be for another time.

[ghost-party]

Today’s drabble is a little longer because I was having so much fun with this AU! 😊 Click below to unwrap your gift!

Want a sneak peek? You never expected your beach house neighbor to be a world-famous movie star, but here you are, growing closer and becoming friends — and maybe something more.

Warnings: alcohol, swearing, age gap (reader is 32, Miche is 42), self-doubt, minor insecurities

When someone knocks on the front door of your beach house at ten in the morning, you’re too sleepy to question your current outfit — a faded, oversized t-shirt and sushi-patterned pajama shorts.

Despite the long drive and all the unpacking you did yesterday, your first night here was restless, to the point where you only managed to fall asleep as the sun began to rise.

Standing on your doorstep is a very tall man wearing faded jeans and a navy blue henley. His fine hair falls nearly to his shoulders, sandy blond and just barely streaked with gray around his temples. His jaw is stubbled, his lips curled into a dazzling smile that somehow looks laidback and effortless.

A dazzling, familiar smile…

“Mornin’, neighbor.”

If his striking face hadn’t inspired recognition, his voice surely would have. It’s deep and pleasant, and one you’ve heard many times before.

Because this man — your neighbor, apparently — is a bona fide heartthrob, beloved by millions, a veteran of both stage and screen.

Put simply, Miche Zacharias is a goddamn movie star. And here he is, staring at your sushi pajamas and ridiculous bedhead and what you can only assume is a truly befuddled expression.

“Um… Hi.”

•••

The first time you saw Miche Zacharias on the big screen, you were 19. It was a sci-fi adventure based on a cult classic TV series, and you had to admit, it was highly enjoyable. Overnight, it seemed, he became the hot new leading man, and he catapulted to stardom.

Next, he played a handsome, brooding cowboy with an irresistible drawl, not to mention shirts that always hugged his biceps just a little too tight. Then there was a pirate film, an action-packed spy thriller, a cheesy romcom with some of the worst writing you’ve ever heard, and a medieval war epic in which he was either caked in mud from the battlefield, shirtless, or both.

For years, his name has popped up in the news — articles about his upcoming projects, gossip columns speculating about his love life, surprisingly-wholesome paparazzi photos. Even though you’re not someone who pays much attention to celebrity gossip, it hasn’t gone unnoticed that nearly every batch of candid street snaps plastered all over social media is somehow more mundane — and endearing — than the last.

And now he’s living next door to you.

Your conversation that morning is fairly short, beginning with him welcoming you to the secluded little cul-de-sac and ending with a foil-wrapped loaf of homemade banana bread being gently deposited into your hands.

After he leaves, you sit at the dining room table for a ridiculous amount of time, sleepily thinking the same thing again and again: Miche Zacharias bakes banana bread.

And when you eat a slice of it with your coffee that afternoon, you learn that it’s delicious. Because of course it is.

We probably won’t see each other again, you muse later that evening, unpacking a box of clothes in your bedroom. While you’re planning to stay for a while, having inherited this place from a member of your extended family, he’ll likely be gone soon enough, flying to some remote locale to film a brand new blockbuster.

But as it turns out, he’s not going anywhere. And with the other nearby houses emptying out as fall approaches, you’re the only two tenants left.

Here you are, living out what many would consider a fateful fantasy. As the weeks pass, however, you realize that both of you are looking for the same thing: To be truly seen by another person, and to not feel so alone.

•••

Miche Zacharias is tired.

He’s been a working actor for more than fifteen years, and while that isn’t nearly as long as some of his costars’ careers, he’s felt each and every one of those years like a weight laid across his shoulders.

The money is nice. And he really does love his work. But the lack of privacy, the way some fans look at him as more of an object than a person, the constant, unrealistic expectations to always look his best, to always say the right thing, to never take a single step out of line…

He’s overdue for a break. So he’s decided to take one, for as long as he feels like it.

His team was resistant to the idea. They still are, actually. Even now, his agent keeps sending him scripts and calling him nearly every day to pitch “can’t-miss opportunities.” More and more lately, he’s been sending their calls straight to voicemail.

But he quickly realized that being completely alone, with no one to talk to at all, wasn’t an option. Back home, he had a tight circle of friends and a busy social life. The sudden absence of both began to wear on him by his second week in the small, beachside town to which he’d escaped.

So when he saw your car pull into the driveway next door, he watched with growing curiosity as you unloaded box after box.

A few hours later, he walked across your neighboring lawns and introduced himself, gifting you a loaf of banana bread, the same recipe he learned from his grandmother.

He could tell you recognized him, but to his surprise, your reaction didn’t change. Some people practically fall over themselves when they realize who he is, and nine times out of ten, they ask for an autograph or a selfie — or both.

But you didn’t. And damn, did it feel like a breath of fresh air.

The next time he sees you is when he decides to spend the early evening hours reading on his back deck. When you step outside to hang your beach towel over the railing, still wet from an afternoon swim, the two of you say hello, and that somehow leads to a two-hour conversation about your favorite books and the best breakfast spots in town.

He makes good on his promise to introduce you to the most delicious breakfast tacos he’s ever tasted, and the two of you sit on the beach, letting the mid-morning sun warm you while sharing a side of street corn and a jumbo-sized iced coffee.

It’s strange. There’s no denying it. Maybe that’s why he hasn’t mentioned you to any of his friends. He’s never connected with someone so quickly, falling into a comfortable rapport he only has with people he’s known since his early years in L.A., back when he was bussing tables and bartending every night to pay the bills.

He feels like he can be himself with you — not a carefully-curated version of Miche Zacharias, but the real deal. The one who sometimes leaves his clothes on the floor, makes way too many dad jokes and bad puns, wears reading glasses while scrolling through Twitter, and stress bakes with his hair pulled back in a loose bun.

A month passes, and then another. The leaves don’t turn here until much later, but the night air grows colder, and he nearly drops his razor one night when he catches himself thinking about what it would feel like to keep you warm.

Standing there, fresh out of the shower, with a towel still wrapped around his waist, he stares at himself in the mirror, wide-eyed, and quietly mutters, “Well, shit.”

•••

It’s late October when Miche Zacharias, two-time Sexiest Man Alive and one of the dorkiest, sweetest people you’ve ever met, confesses his feelings for you.

You’re sitting on the beach in your now-favorite spot, a bonfire crackling in front of you as the waves roll in and out in a smooth, soothing rhythm.

But it’s hard to hear anything over the sound of your heartbeat thundering in your ears. You briefly wonder if you’re about to pass out or throw up. Hoping for neither, you take a few deep breaths before looking up at him.

It’s stupid, how your mind instinctively recoils, worried that it’s a joke, that he doesn’t actually mean it, that it’s all a silly little game to him.

The Miche you know isn’t like that. The Miche you know plays D&D online with his friends once a week, allowed you to talk him into trying a sheet mask, gets tipsy on two margaritas and then proceeds to sing every random ‘90s song that pops into his head, like an overly-chatty jukebox.

He’s ridiculous and kind and the exact sort of person you needed to meet after upending your life in a fit of dissatisfaction, feeling lost in all the things that you once wanted.

And when you look at him now, there’s no doubt in your mind that he means every word. He looks nervous, sitting there in a sweater and swim trunks, because he’s your beachside surfer mountain man who somehow likes freezing his ass off in the unseasonably-cold water, and you think you might be falling in love with him.

But you don’t tell him that tonight. Instead, you scoot a little closer on the blanket, nudging his arm so that it lifts up, and then tucking yourself close to his chest.

“You’re ridiculous,” you murmur.

“I know,” he replies, sounding unbothered.

“But I suppose you’ll do.”

He laughs and then presses a kiss to your forehead, one that makes your stomach do a happy little somersault.

“Lucky me.” He says it tenderly, like a promise.

And you plan to hold him to it.

[submissivegayfrenchboy]

13 / 01 / 2024

🇺🇸🇬🇧 ENGLISH / ANGLAIS 🇺🇸🇬🇧

MAN OF THE DAY #85

ORLANDO BLOOM (British actor)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ORLANDO BLOOM!!!

Today's Man of the Day is ORLANDO BLOOM as he celebrates his 47th birthday! Happy birthday ! I really like this actor. First for his roles in films that I have watched since my childhood and adolescence. I'm young, as you know, so it wasn't that long ago. So I still remember the effect it had on me when I discovered it.

Orlando Bloom has always been sublime, his face is perfect as are his eyes, his nose, his mouth although a little too thin. I prefer him with hair with a mustache and a slight beard and medium-length hair, which reaches almost to the shoulders.

Don't you think that the actor Jonathan Bailey looks a bit like him?

My first memory of Orlando Bloom is in PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN ☠️, and I immediately loved his character, his iconic couple with Elizabeth Swann, his charisma on screen, his virile and gentle beauty. Even if his character development is not without flaws, I love the character of William "Will" Turner.

Then there was his role of Prince Paris in TROY 👑, in which I was especially attracted by BRAD PITT in Achilles, as I had said and as the handsome actor JACOB ELORDI recently admitted.

Here is my article about Brad Pitt as Achilles

In reality I liked the personality of Prince Paris, the physique of King Achilles, but the one who pleased me both physically and in terms of personality was Prince Hector, played by Eric Bana.

I've talked about Eric Bana in this article:

I didn't really watch or like the LORD OF THE RINGS and THE HOBBIT trilogies so his role as the elf Legolas didn't stand out to me.

On the other hand, I will never forget him in the role of Balian d'Ibelin, hero of the film KINGDOM OF HEAVEN 🏰. This film, of which I recently discovered the long version, is excellent. Balian of Ibelin is a real hero with great values ​​and real motivations, he is endearing and we admire him, and Orlando Bloom is super sexy in it, because he is sometimes sexualized but always in a pleasant and not vulgar way.

Perhaps his most unexpected role was that of the Duke of Buckingham in THE THREE MUSKETEERS (2011) ⚔️. I plan to ask you soon what is your favorite version of the Duke of Buckingham in cinema and television in a game which will be dedicated to him, but I can already tell you that I love the interpretation given to this effeminate and elegant man and at the same time hyper virile, dominant, arrogant and proud.

I enjoyed his role in the series CARNIVAL ROW 🧚🏻‍♂️🧚🧚🏼‍♀️ but he was too dark in it and I like Orlando Bloom's smile too much to find him attractive when he's not smiling. 😁

Don't hesitate to tell me what your favorite role of this actor is, if there is one or more that stood out to you, or if you don't like it, say that too. 😅 I like the diversity of the actor's roles.

I'm happy that Orlando Bloom is in couple with Katy Perry, one of my favorite singers. 🎤

Needless to say, I find Orlando Bloom very attractive, would love to sniff his hair, lick his feet would be a privilege, and having his ass in my face would be an honor. And you, what is your relationship with Orlando Bloom?

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HOMME DU JOUR #85

ORLANDO BLOOM (Acteur britannique)

JOYEUX ANNIVERSAIRE ORLANDO BLOOM !!!

Aujourd'hui l'Homme du Jour est ORLANDO BLOOM car il fête ses 47 ans ! Joyeux Anniversaire !

Orlando Bloom a toujours été sublime, son visage est parfait ainsi que ses yeux, son nez, sa bouche quoique un peu trop fine. Je le préfère avec les cheveux avec une moustache et une légère barbe et les cheveux mi-longs, qui arrivent presque aux épaules. Vous ne trouvez pas que l'acteur Jonathan Bailey lui ressemble un peu ?

J'aime beaucoup cet acteur. D'abord pour ses rôles dans des films que je regarde depuis mon enfance et mon adolescence. Je suis jeune, comme vous le savez, donc ce n'était pas il y a si longtemps. Donc je me rappelle encore l'effet qu'il m'a fait lorsque je l'ai découvert.

Mon premier souvenir de lui est dans PIRATES DES CARAÏBES ☠️, et j'ai immédiatement adoré son personnage, son couple iconique avec Elizabeth Swann, son charisme à l'écran, sa beauté virile et douce. Même si l'évolution de son personnage n'est pas sans défaut, j'adore le personnage de William "Will" Turner.

Ensuite il y a eu son rôle du Prince Pâris dans TROIE 👑 dans lequel j'ai surtout été attiré par Brad Pitt en Achilles, comme je l'avais dit et comme l'a récemment avoué le bel acteur Jacob Elordi.

Voici mon article sur Brad Pitt en Roi Achilles

En réalité j'aimais la personnalité du Prince Pâris, le physique du Roi Achilles, mais celui qui m'a plu autant physiquement qu'en terme de personnalité est le Prince Hector, incarné par Eric Bana, dont je parle dans cet article:

Je n'ai pas vraiment regardé ni aimé les trilogies LE SEIGNEUR DES ANNEAUX et LE HOBBIT donc son rôle de l'elfe Legolas ne m'a pas marqué.

Par contre je ne l'oublierais jamais dans le rôle de Balian d'Ibelin, héros du film KINGDOM OF HEAVEN. Ce film, dont j'ai récemment découvert la version longue, est excellent. Balian est un véritable héros avec de belles valeurs et des vrais motivations, il est attachant et on l'admire, et Orlando Bloom est hyper sexy dedans, car il est parfois sexualisé mais toujours de manière agréable et pas vulgaire.

Son rôle le plus inattendu est peut-être celui du Duc de Buckingham dans LES TROIS MOUSQUETAIRES (2011) ⚔️. Je compte prochainement vous demander quel est votre version du Duc de Buckingham préféré au cinéma et à la télévision dans un jeu qui lui sera consacré, mais je peux déjà vous dire que j'adore l'interprétation qui est faite de cet homme efféminé et élégant et en même temps hyper viril, dominateur, arrogant et orgueilleux.

J'ai apprécié son rôle dans la série CARNIVAL ROW 🧚🏼‍♀️🧚🏻🧚🏼‍♂️mais il était trop sombre dedans et j'aime beaucoup trop le sourire de Orlando Bloom pour le trouver attirant quand il ne sourit pas. 😁

N'hésitez pas à me dire quel est votre rôle préféré de cet acteur, s'il y en a un ou plusieurs qui vous ont marqué, ou si vous ne l'aimez pas, dites le aussi. 😅

J'aime la diversité des rôles de l'acteur, et je suis content qu'il soit en couple avec Katy Perry, une de mes chanteuses préférées. 🎤

Inutile de dire que je trouve Orlando Bloom très attirant, que j'adorerais renifler ses cheveux, que lécher ses pieds serait un privilège et qu'avoir son cul sur mon visage serait un honneur.

Et vous, quel est votre rapport à Orlando Bloom ?

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