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When We Were Young [Buggy x Reader] pt. 2

Pt. 1

warnings: fem reader, oc insert, sexual tension, nsfw, Buggy’s inexperienced, slightly dom reader

a/n: I decided that I kind of want to make this into a series oops(also does anybody know what episode this screencap is from please tell me please thank yuuuu)

“Shit, it’s freezing.” Buggy grumbled, huddling himself under the blankets.

“You don’t like the cold?” Y/n smirked softly, looking over at Buggy.

The uncomfortable temperature didn’t help with the uncomfortable feeling of having to share a bed. Apparently the lodge they stayed at only had one bedroom rooms; despite the reasonable distance they put between themselves, it was still awkward nonetheless.

As the night continued on, the cold didn't seem to let up, neither of them couldn’t get any shut eye at this rate. Buggy squeezed his eyes shut and swallowed harshly, “I don’t understand how you can stand this…” he grumbled, “What the hell is up with this place?! It was fine when the sun set!”

“You wouldn’t last a day in my hometown.” Y/n teased him. She then turned on her side, facing him as she watched him huddled up in a shivering ball. Hesitating a bit, she averted her gaze, “Buggy… if you’re really cold, we could huddle up together.” She said softly, “I’ve heard it helps.”

Buggy lifted his head, “What, like- snuggle?”

His words brought a blush to Y/n’s face, to which she hid it in the blankets, “Yeah, yeah. Something like that-” but before she knew it, Buggy was already clinging to her, trying to suck out all of her body heat. The way Buggy’s arms felt around her, and how he buried his face into the crook of her neck, dangerously close to her chest so naturally— her entire face went red and her heart pounded. Wrapping her arms around Buggy, she gently rubbed his back, trying to give him warmth from the friction.

“Damn, you’re just as cold.” Buggy hissed, “But this is kinda nice…” he spoke into her neck, sending a chill through her body. His voice could be so deep and gruff at times, Y/n could listen to him talk for hours(she had), and never get bored.

They nestled into each other, and as the day eventually rolled in, the cold spell finally passed. Y/n and Buggy were still cuddled up with each other, arms around each other, sleeping peacefully. Buggy was naturally warm, now that the temperature was slightly reasonable, he felt like a human furnace, he was like a weighted blanket that comforted Y/n.

She was the first to wake up, she looked down at Buggy who was snoring, still clinging to her like a koala. Y/n couldn’t help but smile at this, and when slowly brought her hand up to stroke his hair, he let out a snort, then groaned. Buggy slowly woke up, pulling away and sitting up to let out a loud yawn. Slightly disappointed, Y/n sat up as well.

“That was the best sleep I’ve had since… I, uh… don’t know.” Buggy grumbled, scratching his lower back, “Damn I’m hungry… When's the last time we ate?”

“Two days ago.” Y/n mumbled, “We need to get food at some point.”

“With what money?” Buggy scoffed, “Berries just don’t grow on trees y’know.”

“Well, you’re a pirate right? There’s a market downtown. Just take whatever you want.” Y/n suggested so casually as she stretched her body out. She felt a bit muggy and sticky due to being out on sea for the past few days without a good shower, she didn’t know how Buggy could stand it— but then again he didn’t exactly smell like roses.

Buggy stammered, then turned to look at Y/n, “Are you- are you asking me to rob these people?! Hell no!!” He exclaimed, rushing over to stand in front of her, “I can’t just— steal from civilians!!”

“Why not? I thought the whole thing about pirates was pillaging.” Y/n crossed her arms, looking up at him. Buggy gulped and looked to the side, “Yeah…! But not from normal people.” He thought back to his old captain, one of his main rules was to never provoke innocents, Buggy never saw a reason to antagonize normal civilians, all he wanted was treasure and a good time after all.

“Then how do you suggest we get food? It’s not gonna magically appear in front of you.” Y/n shook her head and then rolled her eyes, “Whatever, you think about it, I need to take a shower.” She grabbed her clothes and walked into the room’s bathroom, hoping they at least had decent water pressure.

Buggy let out a shaky sigh, then dug into his pockets to see if he had a decent amount of berry. Two berries and some pocket lint, not nearly enough to get him a bite to eat. He then thought about Y/n’s suggestion, but he couldn’t— it was such a juvenile thing to do, and morally wrong, Captain Roger would never tell him to do something like that, but was Buggy that desperate? The empty pit in his stomach pointed to yes. He sighed and sat at the end of the bed, Y/n told him to think about it, so he decided to think. Y/n had been running around long before they had met each other, and the suggestion to just steal came so naturally out of those soft, plump lips of hers—

She had to have done something like that before, right? Buggy swallowed, Well, there wouldn’t be any harm on my conscience if I just let her take some food for me… I wouldn’t be the one doing it. He groaned, holding his head in his hands as he weighed his morality.

Buggy was sprawled out all over the bed once Y/n was finished with her shower, literally, his arms and legs strewn about, all jumbled up into pieces as he was deep in thought. His face was buried into one of the uncomfortably hard pillows. Y/n grabbed one of his stray arms and tossed it at the back of his head, making him grunt and roll over on his cheek, “Ow!!” He grumbled.

“So what are we doing, Captain?” Y/n asked, using the title a bit mockingly as she stood there with a towel wrapped around her body. Buggy spoke as he quickly put himself back together again, “Assuming that you’ve stolen things before, I’m ordering you to stock up on food.” Y/n slowly raised her head up to meet his gaze as he put himself together, standing on top of the bed looking down at her.

“Too scared to do it yourself? It would raise your bounty y’know?” Y/n tilted her head to the side.

“Stealing food does nothing for my reputation!” Buggy growled and shook his head, “That’s not piriating, it’s thievery, two entirely different things.”

Y/n let out a sigh and turned to where her back was facing him. To Buggy’s surprise, she just let the towel drop, using it to dry her hair. His eyes were glued to her backside, he almost forgot to actually listen to her when she began to speak.

“Fine, I’ll get us stuff to keep us going for the next few days.” Y/n stated, “What about getting a ship? You got any ideas for that?”

Buggy gulped, “That’s… something I’m still trying to figure out. That part isn’t gonna be easy.”

Buggy stood waiting around the corner anxiously, he paced around, scrunching his beanie in his hands. Dammit… I should’ve gone in with her. How long has it been?! Did I make a mistake?! Suddenly, his arm was being tugged aggressively, popping off of his body to which he had to run to keep up with it. His eyes widened and he lost his train of thought.

“C’mon! We gotta head back to the boat!!” Y/n shouted, holding a huge sack filled with food. Buggy’s mind was still blank, but then he let out a loud shriek when he saw a mob of angry citizens chasing after them, “ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT!!!” He picked up the pace, both of them rushing to the dock. Buggy’s gaze suddenly flashed to one of the ships parked in the harbor, and in the heat of the moment, he got an idea.

Buggy grabbed Y/n’s arm and began dragging her this time, “On that ship!!!” He shouted. There wasn’t time for any questions, so Y/n just went along with it. Y/n knocked over an apple cart to keep the angry citizens at bay and give them a reasonable amount of time to get up onto the ship, lift up the anchor, and have Buggy rush to the helm to get them out of there.

They were both panting heavily at that point, but after a while of breathy silence, and when they finally made it out on open water, Buggy let out an exasperated laugh, “We got a ship!!” He said gleefully, before his upper body collapsed on the wheel.

Y/n was leaning over the side of the ship, panting heavily before lifting her head up, “Holy fuck.”

Buggy stood up again and bounded towards Y/n, attacking her with a hug that knocked her over, “We got a ship!!” He said again, more excitedly.

“Now all we need is five chefs, a stuntman, trapeze artists, and people who can jump through flaming hoops.” Buggy said, the night sky beginning to settle in as he stuffed his face with ham, “Oh! And a cool animal to keep around on deck.”

Y/n was drinking from a bottle of wine, “Woah, calm down. Do you want to run a pirate ship or a circus?”

“Don’t question my vision.” Buggy beamed, then looked around at the ship, “This old thing needs a few tweaks too… it has to be flashy. We can stop somewhere and give it a paint job or something, and new sails.”

Maybe it was the alcohol, but Y/n couldn’t help but admire Buggy. She already did, but the way they were sitting across from each other, eating so close together with a single lantern lighting the area around them seemed so intimate. From the moment she met him she fell for his charms, he had a way about him that could attract anybody even if it wasn’t intentional. Y/n thought he was adorable, and he never treated her any less just because she was a woman. She remembered when she offered to be his doctor, expecting him to burst out in laughter and preparing to prove herself— he nearly exploded with joy and accepted her instantly.

Y/n had already gotten used to how this world treated women compared to her country, but Buggy was like a breath of fresh air, he reminded her of home.

She wasn’t thinking when she set down the bottle of wine and slowly crawled over to him, bridging the gap between them with her body. His eyes widened slightly but he didn’t protest, his words coming to a quiet halt as their lips were inches from each other. Tilting her head slightly so his nose wouldn’t get in the way and ruin the moment, they connected their lips together. Y/n crawled on top of him, their bodies pressed against each other.

Buggy’s hands instantly explored her body, so eager as if he had been dying to do it ever since he first laid eyes on her. His hands were strong from years of working out at sea. Y/n let out a soft moan into their heated kiss as his hands squeezed her ass through her pants.

This wasn’t the best way to have sex, on the wooden floor of an unswept deck, but right now that wasn’t on either of their minds. Y/n straddled him and took her top off, he blinked softly as she exposed her breasts to him. His eyes were wider than they had ever been in his life— he didn’t want to admit it right now but this was the first time he had ever seen a woman topless before, in person at least. But this wasn’t like the dirty magazines he had read before, this was real life.

“Damn…” he whispered, swallowing softly, hands rubbing up and down her waist, eyes fixated on her chest as if his gaze was glued there. Y/n couldn’t help but chuckle and lean back down and kissed him on his lips again, “Have you done this before?” She whispered.

“Hav-Have you?!” Buggy gulped, looking up at her with wide eyes. Of course he could tell that she was way more experienced than she was in the relations area, but thinking of her being with other men made him feel… jealousy. That frustration was sent flowing straight down to his cock, painfully hard in his boxers and all he wanted to do was get that frustration out. Y/n only chuckled and held Buggy’s face, stroking his jawline as she rose herself back up again.

She put her hands on his knees and slowly began to grind on the crotch of his pants, feeling him get harder as she continued to grind, “I’ll be gentle with you, just this once.”

Buggy let out a low groan, his hands still on her waist, watching the hypnotic movements of her hips. He thought he was about to die right here, but honestly if he died like this he wouldn’t be complaining, “T-Take off your pants.” Buggy said through soft groans.

“Oh?” Y/n purred, “Demanding.” Nevertheless, she slowly slipped off her leggings and tossed them to the side. Buggy’s jaw clenched when he saw her underwear, it clung to her body nicely and that small piece of garment was enough to drive Buggy even more mad. He quickly moved his hand down and unbuckled his belt, unzipping his pants and fishing out his cock. Holding it by the base, he rubbed it against Y/n’s crotch. She tilted her head back and let out a soft moan, then looked back down. His cock was thick, hard and twitchy, he had a thick bush of pubic hair that fuzzed out into that trail leading up to his belly button.

She had to admit, when she first met him she wondered what that little trail led to.

“You’re huge. You’re gonna destroy me.” She said, biting her lip. A smirk pulled at Buggy’s lip and his cocked throbbed just hearing that— damn that was hot. “Yeah? That’ll remind you who you belong to.” Buggy growled under his breath, before taking his cock and dragging it across the wet base of Y/n’s panties. He moved the garments to the side with his cock head before rubbing her clit.

Y/n gripped Buggy’s knees, her body beginning to tremble, “Buggy…”

“Y/n.” Buggy’s breath got caught in his throat, he then moved his cock around some more, his mouth hung open as he didn’t really know what to do now. He didn’t think he would’ve actually gotten this far… “Hey, uh…” he croaked out.

Y/n looked down at him, he expected her to laugh at him, being so pathetic that he couldn’t even stick his dick in her— but she looked at him with a loving gaze, “Need help?” She asked him, to which he nodded slowly. Seductively sliding her hand down her body from her breasts, to Buggy’s cock, she guided him to her entrance. Y/n let out a soft shiver as his head spread her pussy, she gripped onto his knee, shaking lightly as she sunk down deeper onto his cock.

Buggy’s breath hitched, teeth grit as he leaned his head back on the deck. He let out a quiet pant as she squeezed around him like a vice. They both were letting out soft moans, groans and breaths. Buggy squeezed her hips tightly, adding onto the pressure she was feeling. Y/n moved her hand to rest over one of his, then guided his thumb to her clit, “Remember to rub here and I’ll be yours forever.” She said before leaning down, taking his lips into hers once more, trembling and moaning as he rubbed her clit.

Y/n began to lift her hips up and down, riding him. His free hand made sure to explore her body, rubbing up her skin before coming up to hold the back of her neck, keeping her lips next to his. They breathed into each other’s mouths while her movements got faster.

Buggy bucked his hips up into her on impulse, it felt so good. He never thought he would ever be with a woman like this. Usually all of the girls flocked to Shanks like seagulls, and they would all laugh at him. He was always the ugly guy who only got asked out as a joke or a dare. But he was having sex, with a woman he thought was way out of his league. It was too good to be true.

“Buggy…” Y/n moaned out, looking at him with tears of pleasure in her eyes, “You’re massive.” She moaned, burying her face in his neck, inhaling his sweat and musk made her shiver and let out a soft breath.

Eventually Buggy rolled over on his side, holding Y/n’s leg up and thrusting up into her while smushing their lips together in quite a sloppy manner. She grasped at him, moaned and shivered underneath him; it was amazing, the best thing he had ever felt in his life. She felt delicate in his arms, he could hold her like this forever if he could.

Buggy held onto her tightly when he came, he groaned and spilled his seed into her, his eyes squeezed shut, breath caught in his throat. This was so much better than rubbing one out into his hand or a crusty rag— this was the release he needed. Y/n climaxed not too long after and clung to him, falling in and out of sleep. Buggy held her close to him, kissing her lips again, then her cheeks. He was about to say something, lovingly whispering into her ear but then his eyes glanced off to the side— Y/n’s bottle of wine, half empty.

Of course, she had to have been drunk. Nobody in their sober mind would sleep with someone like him.

Buggy furrowed his brows and kept silent, though he couldn’t stand to let Y/n go, so they stayed like that until they both went to sleep, still buried deep inside of her.

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sunshine becomes you (pt.1)

Despite his young age, Martin's the captain for the Arsenal for a reason. He's calm and collected most of the time and opponents rarely could ever entice any provoking display of emotion from him. But there's one person in London Colney that rubs him in all the wrong way...

Grumpy!Martin Ødegaard x Sunshine!OC

word count: 3.7k

tw: mentions of cheating (but not the MCs)

note: due to the popular demand (thank you whoever started this and @wingsofanillyrian for telling me to drop this down), here goes a Martin Ødegaard two-shot because he deserves this and we all deserve this. but as usual, i happen to write this at dawn A CENTURY AGO so this is ofc not proof-read. oh, and feedbacks are always welcome! hope you like them as much as i like writing them!

sunshine becomes you masterlist here

“Good morning, Granit! Good morning, Martin!”

While the Albanian-descendant reciprocated her greeting, the Norwegian only recognised her presence by throwing a nonchalant sideway look at her, followed by a deep sigh, before continuing his way to the interior part of London Colney.

No words exchanged, as usual.

“Don’t mind the lad, Eve,” Granit must’ve sensed her—daily, by now—disappointment. It had been more than a year since she first started this fantastic job at Arsenal, yet the creative midfielder hadn’t even spared her a full glance all this while, bar the first time he signed the contract. “It always takes a while for him to start his engine in the morning.”

“It’s just…” Eve sighed, unable to hold the pout from showing up on her lips. She only had good intentions; she loves the club and the players who played for the badge, greeting them was simply her way of expressing gratitude towards them. “I wonder what I’d done wrong…”

Granit threw her a sympathetic look as he signed some papers for his packages. “Oh, honey… don’t we all wonder the same?”

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As soon as Martin stepped into London Colney building that one, particular morning, he immediately sensed something was off before he could put a finger on it.

At first, he thought he was only imagining things but later, as he saw Louisa running back and forth to every side of the building as if she’d catch fire on her arse if she didn’t, he realised something had gone terribly off the mark.

Tracking back, only then he noticed everything had gone wrong from the first moment his feet landed on his club’s training centre. No citrus scent poking its way to his nose and certainly no bright-as-fuck ‘good morning’ greeted him right after. No heels clicking throughout the hallway at this hour and was instead replaced by Louisa’s trainers screeching against the wooden floor as the junior receptionist ran, trying very hard to fill in her counterpart’s unusually immaculate pace on getting the delivery job done.

Not that he minded Eve’s absence—he actually longed for the day it came—but it had been a year or so and she never failed to greet everyone with her chirpy voice and a blazing smile the first thing everyone walked into the facility. It was only natural everyone thought that was naturally her friendly personality.

Well, except him, of course.

Martin simply thought she was impossible. How could someone be all sunshine blazing at full watt, not only every morning but throughout the day as well? One couldn’t be that happy at every moment in her life.

His take was it was either she wanted everyone in Colney to like her or it was her façade to hide her true personality. Either way, he didn’t like any kind of fake person and he’d appreciate it if one day he could prove his theory true.

“Ah, fuck me,” Suddenly a Scottish accent boomed throughout the gym, signaling the club’s resident DJ, Kieran Tierney, had graced the facility his presence. “Lou messed up my stuffs, mate.”

“Yeah, she did mine, too,” Martin always wondered how Kieran and Rob could compliment each other so well when one was always angry all the time and the other was super happy-go-lucky kind of guy. “No offense to Lou, but I swear I need Eve back asap.”

Kieran sighed at the reality as he played the opening song for the day.

Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone.

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A week passed by and London Colney was still missing its beloved front desk. Louisa was visibly struggling more and more each day to complete a job that was supposed to be shared between two people, and the residents of the training centre were getting more and more anxious that Eve wasn’t coming back.

Initial rumours had it that Eve asked for an emergency leave last week, right before the home game against Leicester City, via text. It caused quite a stir amongst the front office staffs for—apparently—its anomaly:

1) Eve rarely texts people about work,

2) Eve finally used her leave for the first time since joining the club,

3) George, the Head of HR, approved of her block leave at this time of the year without further questioning.

Not that Martin was paying attention to the gossips, God no. But he could swear the women could definitely bite his ears off during lunch if they kept it this way. Martin silently prayed for Eve to comeback, genuinely this time around, for his ears’ sanity and more importantly, to avoid falling follicles of everyone’s heads due to Lou’s incompetence.

However, after full ten days, Martin knew straight away Eve was back as soon as Colney’s majestic doors went wide open at his approaching steps.

Albeit faint, the signature citrus scent from the air humidifier she turned on lingered in the air and Martin, to be very completely honest, had never felt more familiar with the grandiose training facility than at that moment. It was as if half of Colney’s soul was slowly brought back to life.

He was expecting the woman to throw him her overwhelmingly annoying good morning, Martin! that made his ears rung as he entered Colney but to his surprise, no sounds ever made it to his hearing organs. Martin prided his hearing ability just fine, so this should be recalled for its credibility this time.

Who would’ve thought the day Martin had been dreaming of come earlier than expected?

He was caught off guard, to say the least, that he had to spare the woman a glance to make sure this was reality. But there she was, behind her desk, back straight up ever so professional, eyes down as she scribbled on something—everything was as usual, except for the whole different exterior she was donning.

Eyes cold and lifeless, pale lips on a perfectly straight line.

Martin should be glad his hypothesis was becoming align with reality but instead, he felt more annoyed at the sight—so much more annoyed than when she blasted the ball fire of sun towards his direction.

If Eve tried so hard to change her demeanour, she should take a look at the mirror; going full-on cold city girl didn’t suit her at all. Nothing makes Martin more irritated than someone trying so hard to be intimidating so others can take them seriously.

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“You’re resigning?”

Louisa tried so hard to maintain the decibel of her voice but it came out as a whispered screech instead.

But that wasn’t the reason why Martin stopped in his track, it was the sentence that escaped Louisa’s mouth. No one else other than those two front desk staffs, Louisa and Eve, was around, which meant Louisa was addressing the issue of Eve resigning.

Of all surprise Martin had been getting today, this was the most shocking one. Eve and the word ‘resign’ truthfully didn’t match well in one sentence. Everyone—including Martin to some extent, thanks to the talking walls of the building—knew how much Eve enjoyed her job, being a lifelong fan of Arsenal herself.

“I am,” Eve sounded firm and final from where Martin stood behind the wall. “I just submitted my resignation letter to George this morning.”

“Did you get an offering from somewhere else?” Lou asked, but Martin somehow knew the answer to that question before Eve even answered her partner. “I knew they’re not paying you well for the fantastic job you’ve been doing.”

“It’s not that, Lou,” Eve let out a very tired sigh. It was starting to feel like she wasn’t even trying to put up with the reserved persona today, she was as she sounded like; simply exhausted and resigned. “I don’t know why you haven’t heard anything yet when it’s literally what everyone’s been talking about. Bob cheated on me with my friend, Lou. He brought her along to the physio’s internal party last week, when I was mourning for my mother. Mourning, mind you!”

Yeah, Eve might put a foot on Martin’s nerves with no avail every morning since he signed for Arsenal but at that moment—God, fucking hell—Martin couldn’t decide which one irked him more:

a) there was a fellow human being that acted less humane than a pitted dog, or

b) it took another air-wasting scumbag to prove his own theory of Eve being capable to show emotion other than elation on her face.

“I can’t possibly face everyone here without being pitied by. I don’t want to let them pity me,” While her sentence induced a resolution, her strained voice gave away everything that was silently crumbling inside of her. “I’m not a charity case, for God’s sake.”

Nothing could fill in the seething anger and exasperation in the air.

“I can’t change your mind, can I?” Louisa asked, but the silence that followed pretty much answered everything.

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“Hi, Eve. I’m coming to get something from home.”

Eve could confidently say she has the ability to match a voice to a name without looking at the speaker, but this time she had to look up. None of the Colney residents sounded like this man, complete with an acquired Cockney pronunciation but a slightly mixed accent she couldn’t put her finger on.

Oh, how much she regretted sourcing where the voice came from.

“Hello? Earth to Eve?”

She had to remind herself to take a huge, deep breath and close her gaping mouth. “Martin.”

“Yes, Eve. Now can you—” It seemed Martin pursed his lips to stop himself from saying something. “Can I get the packs my mom sent me here?”

Eve almost fell off her seat at the significant difference in the tone Martin used before and after putting his lips on a straight line. Now, it was pretty clear he was agitated at first before biting his own tongue and calmed himself down, switching to a gentler tone—of which was the world’s newest seven wonders, Eve presumed.

“I—” It was honestly too much for Eve to take on at once that she had to remind herself to collect herself. “Yes, of course. They came this morning, let me get them for you.”

“That’d be nice, thanks.”

Okay, this is officially weird, Eve thought as she walked into the mailing room behind the partiture. First, instead of tailgating someone else to fetch his packages or letters, Martin graced his presence to the front office, alone. Second, he speak nicely to her. Thirdly, he was able to say ‘thank you’?!

“Here’s the small one, Jordan can help with the big one when you clock out.”

“Oh, no need. I’ll just hail it over my shoulder before I clock out,” Eve could definitely tell Martin was in awkward place, shifting his weight from the right foot to the left. “Where do I sign for these?”

Did someone dare him to talk to me? Eve couldn’t help but be suspicious. None of these made sense. “Here and here. There are also some mails from the fans back there. I’ve sorted them out for you.”

“Ah, okay. Great,” Martin reached for the pen as fast as the lightning. “Thanks.”

Oh, how much Eve hated this kind of pregnant silence. There was a reason why she wanted people to warm up to her so she could talk anything and everything to fill in these dreadful moments, but it seemed like Martin forgot to pick up the notes she left on the locker room.

Heck—Eve couldn’t think of anything else but Martin walking past her notes without sparing a glance. He’d detested anything that could relate him to her.

“I heard you’re resigning.”

Okay, the Earth is definitely ending tomorrow. Martin Ødegaard making small talk to her?!

“I see the wailing wall has reached your ears,” Eve tried to laugh off how much he put her into the same awkward place as he was. How could he know...? Is that my heart skipping a beat? “But yeah, I’ll be gone after the upcoming Manchester City game.”

“So soon, huh?” With that, Martin signed off everything necessary. “Have you thought about the parting gift?”

“I’ll probably send you all a customized letter or something.”

Eve couldn’t believe her ears as Martin scoffed at her idea. She was only joking, sure, but it enticed another reaction from the Norwegian other than annoyance? What kind of sorcery is this?

“You don’t strike me as someone who writes,” Shoot me, how the fuck did he know? “I’d quit with one last bang if I were you.”

“That’s a wonderful idea,” Eve couldn’t believe she was actually considering Martin’s idea. Oh, how much she’d like to leave an imprint here, especially to that ex-boyfriend of hers. She’d pay to make him regret his decision until the day he died. “But only if I knew how.”

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” Martin picked up his box, signaling he was departing. “You’re a bright woman.”

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“Morning, Eve.”

Even though Eve could now register his voice without seeing the handsome face, Eve swore to God she’d never get used to with Martin Ødegaard greeting her first. If he kept up with being this friendly—yes, at this point Eve considered Martin being friendly, despite their (still) lack of interaction—Eve might not survive the New Year.

“Oh! Hi, Martin!” She didn’t even bother covering up her surprise. “What can I get you today?”

“My mom sent me something again, she said.”

“Uh, I haven’t received any. I’ll let you know in theWhatsApp group if they’re here.”

“Alright, thanks,” and off he went.

Back again with two-word answers. Maybe Eve put the friendly label far too soon.

But it’s okay, she thought to herself. At least I resign from this place without any beef with anyone here.

“Why are you smiling to yourself?”

“Jesus, Martin!” Eve genuinely put her hands on her chest from the shock of Martin returning. She’d literally be dead before the New Year at this point. “I’m not smiling.”

“You are,” Eve wondered how Martin could say something meant to tease her with such a straight face. “I’m just going to take it as you’re planning the plan to leave this place with a bang.”

“Ah—yeah, about that,” Eve shifted her weight to the other feet nervously, remembering how she went to countless Tinder dates these past two weeks without any result as to whom she’d go to the party with. “I’m thinking of going to the Christmas party with someone but none of the dates I’ve met so far could go on par my standard.”

“And what is the standard?”

“Considering Bob’s ugly, I’d say someone younger than him but more good-looking than he’ll ever be,” Eve shrugged, masking off the disgust she once dated such guy. “But has to be way smarter than he is.”

“Okay, so in short,” Eve’s feet moved backwards on its own when Martin placed his crossed arms on the table, body leaning in towards her as if he was thinking hard. As if whatever Eve might say next interested him. “You need someone better in all aspects.”

“Exactly.”

“What if I know someone who might not be smarter but so much more popular than him?”

Martin’s helping her?! “Define more popular.”

“Verified account on Instagram.”

Martin’s helping her. When would this guy stop surprising her? “Awesome, when can I meet him? You know, to run through stuffs so he doesn’t blow—”

“Chill, Eve,” How could Martin sense she was getting excited but at the same time panicking because of hoshe badly wanted to blow Bob’s arse off the water? “He knows the deal.”

“He’s like, what? A professional con artist?” At her submission, Martin laughed. Like the genuine laugh she only saw when he was around others that was definitely not her. Like the one that lit up his entire face, cracking away that cold, Scandinavian features. “What are you, Martin Ødegaard? Why are you friends with such people?”

“As tempting as that idea sounds like, sadly I don’t have that kind of friends,” The smile remained etched on Martin’s face and Eve had to remind herself how to breathe properly. She was devastated he was the only person that wasn’t talking to her then, she was devastated he was the only person that could coax this bodily response out of her now. “What I mean is he knows about the whole Christmas party thing.”

“Is there another staff that’s single that I don’t know of?” Eve immediately recounted all of the single male staffs in the building that could potentially be her partner for a night in her mind. None that met her standard. “Who is it?”

“You’re looking at him.”

Image be damned, Eve must’ve contorted her face all in the wrong directions like she usually did when her friends dropped the bomb they were getting a gunshot wedding. Not that she was judgemental or anything, but it always came as a shock when they did, growing up together and all.

Who the fuck could contain their composure when Martin Ødegaard dropped the same kind of bomb? Nuclear might as well be more fitting in this context.

“What?” Martin’s face turned into something else, confidence was definitely not in the cards anymore. Eve immediately rectified her expression, not wanting the luxury of having Martin Ødegaard she’d seen minutes ago disappear into thin air. “Don’t I qualify?”

“No! I mean, yes—” Eve unconsciously reached for Martin’s arms when he started pulling himself away. “You do, you’re an excellent candidate—”

“But?”

“But you’re you,” Eve lifted her eyebrows in confusion, not knowing what else to say to emphasis he couldn’t possibly be her date for the Christmas party. “You’re Martin Ødegaard.”

“I don’t see anything that complicates your situation.”

Based on Martin’s expression, he truly didn’t see anything weird about it. About them coming from two whole different worlds. About them getting together meant it only happened in fairy tales. “You’re an Arsenal player. No one’s going to believe you’re going out with me.”

“Then we’ll make them believe.”

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“Martin!”

As soon as she called the Norwegian, Eve regretted her action with her whole being. She moved without thinking much, too eager to talk the concerns that had been plaguing her for the past fortnight with her soon-to-be partner-in-crime, that she didn’t realise she was already reaching for his hands, stopping the football player in his place.

However, not only the said player stopped his tracks, but the rest of the canteen went silent at their once-in-a-lifetime—as far as the public knew anyway—interaction.

“Ummm,” Under everyone’s scrutiny, Eve faltered, her hands falling to her sides. “Uh, I—”

“Have my packages arrived?”

That was certainly not why she looked for him but as she met his eyes, she sensed that he was merely helping her out of the awkward situation. How she knew the hidden meaning behind his words, it was a wonder she certainly would have to figure out.

But later, not now, not when her brain was melting under the spotlight. How could Martin play a sold-out match almost every week? “Yes! Yes! The mailman needs your signature.”

“Alright, I’ll meet you downstairs.”

Without further ado, Eve dashed out from the canteen without looking back.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. Of course, everyone would look at them. Eve and calling the name ‘Martin’ didn’t belong in the same sentence—couldn’t, even. As far as everyone was concerned, there was an Atlantic Ocean between them.

Eve didn’t even realise she was restlessly pacing back and forth in her small space of working until Martin got a hold of her wrist, stopping her motion. She turned around to face him, unfazed with what had just happened.

“You’re panicking.”

Oh, how much she wanted to scream ‘you think?!’ at his face.

“Breathe,” Martin’s eyes told her it wasn’t a moot point, so she did. She still felt like she’d explode anytime soon. “You should stop doing that, it doesn’t suit you.”

“What?”

“Panicking,” he answered as easy as the breeze brushing her face. If she wasn't busy sending signals to her brain to not puke on him, she’d notice her breath was now turning more regularly due to the small circles Martin drew on the back of her hand he was holding.

“What does, then?”

“Talking to people, so talk to me. What’s up?”

Eve swore she’d warn Martin to stop whiplashing her reality left and right with his unpredictable answers after they wrapped up this whole fiasco. Like he knew everything about her. Like he wasn’t breathing fire down her way a week ago whenever she tried to talk to him.

Now, she had to confide him her biggest concern. “I don’t think I can do it.”

Martin didn’t show any reaction to her submission. Not a blink, not a muscle pulled—nada. And it scared her because she was used to seeing people’s reaction to what she said. She liked Martin more when she could read between his lines, like how he saved her from a trouble less than five minutes ago, and not this expressionless one.

“Why are you not saying anything?”

“I thought you have more to say,” Martin replied, as if it was the most obvious thing she should know. “I told you not to think, just walk me through whatever it is you’re feeling.”

“And I told you, I don’t think I can pull it off.”

“Why?”

“I heard he’s going to come.”

“Isn’t that the whole point?” Martin was still so calm and composed, it terrified her. While she liked when people used their brain for most parts, she should’ve come to someone else who could actually support her decision. “What are we going to do if he’s not there?”

“He knows I hate going to places like that, where I go against the company’s policy for internal dating,” Eve shook her head fervently, trying to make sense to Martin, albeit knowing how futile her attempt would be. Martin was the club’s captain for a reason. “He’s not going to believe this charade, Martin.”

“Good thing I’m technically not an employee here, then.”

Eve internally groaned—well, she thought she kept it to herself but it seemed like Martin caught on it.

“Look, Eve,”

What’s that sound? Right, that was the sound of her heart taking a deep plunge as Martin held her in place by the shoulders. It was amazing how light his grip was but it made her senses aware of nothing else but his hands on her shoulders.

“What he’s doing is basically parading a trophy girlfriend. You know how brilliant you are by refusing him? You showed him that you’re so much more than that,” There goes another beat of my heart. No one had spoken to Eve like that, especially with such confidence towards herself, not even her girlfriends that she usually sought advice for. “By coming with me, you’re basically giving him a big, fat fuck you in his face because it takes someone like me for you to break your own rules. You’re going to show him you know you’re worth and that he’s not worth your time from the beginning.”

A small part of Eve didn’t want to cede to Martin’s logic, proving to herself she was worrying over something so useless. “But what if that wench’s also there, Martin? I can’t stand the disrespect—”

“No one will disrespect you while I’m there, Eve. Not under my watch, they won’t,” Eve had heard so many men saying such lines with the same level of resolution in his voice, but never one with the same amount of determination that laced his words and plastered on his face.

It was Martin’s game face, meaning he didn’t intend to entertain child’s play.

“They’ll have to step over my dead body.”

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𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬

Pairing: Harwin Strong × Targ oc

Warnings: Mentions of blood

3.08

Puffing out your cheeks, you watch as Otto Hightower gleefully receives praise from lords from Old Town for resuming his old position as hand of the king. Alicent had poured her honey in your father's ear and assured him her own father would be the best choice. Lord Lyonel spoke with your father not long after you arrived at Driftmark, and they decided it would be for the best if Lord Lyonel temporarily resigned from his position at court. But in truth, you doubted he would ever return.

“Vaella, you look more like my mother as the days go by.” Your father says this before embracing you and kissing you on the cheek. “Have you spoken with Daemon?”

“I have, and I do believe he misses you,” you sigh. It has been so long since your father and uncle spoke; their reuniting would be the only positive outcome from this horrible situation. “You should go to him, father; Daemon is far too proud to reach out first, but he needs you.”

He glances at Daemon, who is talking to his daughters, then shakes his head. After staring at your uncle for a few seconds, your father chuckles. “Lord Lyonel says you have repeatedly insisted he stay on Dragonstone.”

“Harwin has lost far too much.” You run your hand along the reddening patches spotted across your neck. “Perhaps it’s selfish of me, but I want your former hand close for my husband’s sake.”

“And if he had chosen to return to court?”

“Then we would have moved back to King's Landing.” You pause, feeling your throat go dry. “I’m not ignorant of the gossip at court, and I’m aware of why Lord Lyonel was hesitant for his son to marry me, especially since Harwin almost died when he was my sworn protector. But he is a good man who has served you faithfully over the years. Lord Lyonel needs his family to help him overcome his terrible loss, and I would never rob him of that.”

“You may look like your grandmother, but you have your own mother's kindness.” Your father leans forward and kisses your forehead. “Now, I shall attempt to speak with my stubborn brother.”

When your father walks over to Daemon with a member of the king's guard close behind him, you are left standing alone, but Harwin is by your side swiftly.

The wake for Lady Laena was being held in a cliffside courtyard on High Tide Castle, and it was by far the most awkward funeral you had ever attended. Almost all conversations seem forced, as many lords and ladies gossip about how Jace, Luke, and Joff lacked Velaryon features. As tragic as the reasoning for the gathering was, there was something rather magical about watching Varos, Ashwing, Nightmare, Caraxes, Seasmoke, Sunfyre, Syrax, Meleys, Dreamfyre, and Vhagar gathered together around the cliffs of the castle.

Noting Harwin's hardened expression as he and Criston stare at each other, you take his hand, so Harwin’s focus is off him. Criston and Alicent’s sly looks and snide comments hadn’t gone unnoticed by your husband. Quietly, you say, “He’s not worth it; besides, they are probably doing it deliberately, waiting on you to react.”

You didn’t know Laena well, but her death had cast a dark shadow over your family. Daemon was devastated, and your heart broke for Baela and Rhaena. You knew firsthand how painful it was to be without a mother so young.

Harwin places his hand on your lower back and says, “It’s getting late; we should get the kids to bed soon.”

Feeling the baby kick, you rub at your stomach, feeling the movements, and nod in agreement. You glance around the small groups gathered across the courtyard at Rhaenyra, whose eyesight is firmly locked onto Daemon, who seems to be in an intense conversation with your father.

“Mama!”

Ada pushes her way through the small crowd to reach you and buries her face into your side, weeping. You brush the back of the hair with your fingers, being careful not to pull on the black bow, which is identical to your own. “What’s happened, sweet girl?”

Between sobs, she squeals, “I don’t want Daddy to die!”

Her loud sobs attract the attention of others, many of them pulling sympathetic facial expressions. Concerned Lord Lyonel excuses himself from the conversation he’s in and comes over, waving Vaegon, who is standing with your younger siblings, to come over.

In one swift moment, Harwin lifts her up and wipes away her tears with his thumb. “Now what would make you say a thing like that?”

Ada doesn’t answer him; she just cuddles with her father and continues to cry. Harwin sighs. “I’m going to take her inside.”

Noticing the uneasy look on Aerion’s face, you get the sense that he knows something but doesn’t want to address it to everyone. “I’ll join you shortly; I’m going to get Jace and Luke.”

When Harwin is out of earshot, you take Aerion’s hand and gently rub the back of it. “Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

When he tells you Varos roars loudly in the distance as anger boils inside you, it takes everything inside you not to snap. You pat the back of your son's hand and say, “Go back inside with Ser Harwin and your sister.”

—

You feel as if you’re floating in the ocean, with blood seeping from an open wound and the scent of dragon's blood attracting the sharks as you cross the courtyard to where the greens are standing. Otto, Alicent, Criston, and Lord Hobert, the head of the house, watch your actions carefully. You come to a stop and clear your throat, making your presence known in front of the man who was quickly becoming the root of many of your family's issues.

“Princess.”

The smug look on Larys face threatens to cause the simmering fire inside you to combust, but you manage to keep your composure. “Lord Larys, my condolences on the loss of your stepmother and sisters.”

“Thank you. It has been a difficult time for myself, as I’m sure it has been for my father and brother.”

“The fire at Harrenhal was nothing short of a tragedy, but I’m sure you thank the gods that Harwin and Lord Lyonel weren’t caught up in it.”

His smugness is replaced by a look of irritation.

The fierceness you feel to protect your children causes the invisible cord connecting you and Varos to pull. The dimming sky is suddenly aflame with the fury of your dragon's breath, Varos’s wings beating the air with a thunderous roar. Seconds later, Ashwing and Nightmare join him. All three dragons startle the onlookers below with their boisterous behavior.

“Pray tell me, Lord Larys, what makes you think it’s wise to speak to a girl who is only nearing her sixth name day about her father dying?”

“I was trying to clear up any confusion she may have had. I was under the impression that my niece wasn’t aware she would be the heir to my family's home once my own father and brother had passed.”

Darkness overshadows where you stand as Varos flies dangerously low and your eyes blaze with an unyielding fury. You glare at Larys, silently daring him to continue. It was becoming clear just how dangerous Larys was; you’d even bet on him playing a hand in his father's mystery illness, which seems to have vanished when he left the red keep.

When he says nothing, you turn to walk away and briefly lock eyes with Alicent, whose expression is hard to read.

“Does my brother know about this misunderstanding? He is a reasonable man, but a father's love will make the best man do unspeakable things.” Larys gets to his feet, making a show of dragging his foot behind him. Nervously, he licks at his lips. “I truly hope you pass on my deepest apologies; I meant no offense.”

“Of course,” you say quietly, so only Larys can hear your next words. “But if you make another one of my children cry again, this will be the next funeral we attend.”

—

Harwin’s voice fills the bedchamber as he laughs at the sight of you scrunching your face up and spitting out the tea in your mouth. You rinse your mouth out with water before spitting it back into a bowl, then accept the cup Harwin is offering you.

“Not as nice as the tea you usually drink?”

“No, that was overly sweet.”

He picks up the tea and smells it. “That is rather vile. I’ve never seen a tea that shade of red before.”

You sit on the side of the bed and watch as Harwin removes his shirt in preparation for bed. He often slept naked due to how warm he’d become during the night. You smile. “The children are all safely tucked up in bed.”

Harwin grins and walks towards you.

“So,” you reach out, looping your fingers into the top of his trousers. “I suggest you join me in bed, husband, as we will have an early rise in the morning.”

Your heart flutters with excitement when Harwin gently takes your face between his large hands and kisses you passionately.

—

You smiled, feeling Harwin holding you closer as he nuzzled his face into the back of your neck, his hardness poking into your back. But you were utterly exhausted from having your bodies entwined in dances of desire for most of the night, and you needed a moment to catch your breath. Against your skin, he mumbles, “That tea is really strong-smelling.”

“We could throw it out!” you laugh.

“Hmm, I’m rather comfortable like this.”

Feeling Harwin part his lips and place soft kisses against your bare skin, you’re unable to resist him. Rolling in your back, you lean into him, desperately craving to feel his lips against yours once again, but he suddenly pulls away and sits upright.

“What’s wrong?”

He swipes his thumb under your nose and says, “You’re bleeding.”

Quickly, he climbs out of bed, gets a cloth, and holds it to your nose. “I should get the maester.”

“It may pass.”

Harwin quickly redressed, then helped you put your nightgown and robe on while you pinched your nose, attempting to stop the bleeding. Harwin shakes his head. “I’m going to send for the maester.”

Just as he goes to unlock the door, there’s a knock at it. He opens it, and one of the knights of the king's guard steps forward.

“Ser Erryk.”

“Ser Harwin, princess. There has been an innocent involving prince Vaegon and prince Aerion.”

#house of the dragon #Harwin Strong x oc #ser harwin strong x you #house of the dragon fanfiction #house of the dragon fanfic #broken bonds #broken bonds 3.08 #ser harwin strong fanfic #Harwin Strong/oc #harwin strong fanfic #Harwin Strong x fem oc #harwin strong x you #Harwin strong

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leviiackrman · 2 years

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ROB YOUNG (uncharted)

Happy Birthday Boss! [August 12th]

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whiteeyes-is-a-mad-scientist · 12 days

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Spidersona

people in a discord server im in keep showing the "whats up manger" meme and I realized I never shared my spidersona here. Funny enough shes slowly becoming more of an oc

Non grey background sketches are old (10 months so to say but my grasp on anatomy was a lot rougher back then) so have mercy on me, I do have a finished verison of their ref but would like to redo it so

Spiderspring! The area im in has no skyscrapers with like only 2 big swingable areas so I thought about jumping spiders and how some spiders will "ride the wind" to get around. Thats exactly what spring does. Her legs are like super powerful lol

The villains

Doc ock, in this earth Otto doesnt earn the name doc ock till much later. He tried to make it big in nyc but embarassed himself so bad he ended up in the midwest. Hes trying to regain his pride and show the world who he really is. He stays within a junk yard finding the easy access to parts to be a god send, he has been caught stealing from the small art center though. Given hes still young hi whole "villain career" is starting out pretty rocky. It also doesnt help hes usually stopped by an equally clumsy hero. He wont admit it but it is nice to have someone who sorta gets his struggles. Spring is the most lenient with him given he can usually just be talked to and not fought. In the future these two head off to NYC to be with the big heros and villains, still keeping in touch.

Vulture, in this universe Turkey Vulture. "midwestern dad that stands on the porch during a tornado warning" pretty much his entire vibe. Vulture is a scientist enamoured with wind and its dangerous power, tornados are a big interest for him. During an experiment involving the local turkey vultures, the lab went wrong fusing the man with the bird. He gained wings, talons, and a stronger hunger to harness the power of the wind. Currently married to a bird watcher named Constance he has tamed down the more outlandish experiments. Not 100% though, he'll still rob a bank for money. Spring loves to tease the man and "threaten" to call his wife when hes getting in trouble.

Lizard (no ref but featured in springs ref) a small lizard man who find love in the fancy. Constantly stealing. More annoying than threatening. Spring notes lizard to be the most active villain

Giant Corn (mentioned, small doodle) legit exactly how it sounds. Its a giant mutant corn monster who usually attacks the drive in. Weirdly the most destructive villain. When it gets angry it can pop like popcorn

Overall its a young spiderspring getting her footing with a group of odd villains to help her practice.

#spidersona #ocs

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roblingoblin285 · 10 months

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Day 125: Grabbed in the dark (Fall From Grace)

Spencer didn’t have a lot of regrets. He didn’t have anything to regret, really; he hadn’t done much in life. Everything had been done to him.

But now, he regretted going into that alleyway. He regretted ignoring the noise behind him, thinking it was just an animal. He regretted not fighting harder as the Enforcement Officers grabbed his arms and legs, throwing him into the back of their van.

By the time they got to the Center, the sun had risen, shining uncomfortably into Spencer’s eyes. His legs were jelly when he went to stand, and the officers had to take him by the elbows and drag him inside.

They unceremoniously tossed him onto a bed, slamming the door shut and leaving him curled up there. Spencer stared at the wall, tears quickly filling his eyes.

“I’m Rob,” a voice said from behind him. “You’ll be my roommate for a bit.”

Spencer said “Hi,” sheepishly into his pillow before turning his head to speak more clearly. “Spencer,” he said quietly, wincing as his skull throbbed. “Are you alright?” the stranger asked. “I mean, obviously you’re not, you’re bleeding, but—I can help, is what I mean.”

He nearly smiled at the boy’s nervous tone. Spencer sat up with a pained sigh, turning to face the other. He was a pale, skinny little boy, with a mop of untamed ginger hair over his sunken green eyes.

“I’m okay,” he murmured, scratching at the scraped skin on his knee. “You?”

Rob laughed, and the sound warmed something deep in Spencer’s chest. “I’ve been here a while. You get used to everything, I guess.”

Spencer frowned as the boy’s smile tapered off into a sort of grimace. “I’m sorry,” he blurted out, suddenly struck by seeing Rob so sad.

The other looked up, surprised. “What for?”

“It’s just-” Spencer wilted under Rob’s eyes, suddenly embarrassed. “‘S not fair, is it?”

Rob shook his head with a weak smile. “No,” he whispered. “It really isn’t.”

Thank you for reading! Asks are always welcome about anything, and I appreciate your support! If you’d like to be added or removed from the taglist, please submit an ask or leave a reply. 365 writing challenge taglist: @stabby-nunchucks @whumpdreamz Fall From Grace + adjacent taglist: @thekittyburger @whumpdreamz

#young whumpee #young caretaker #hero whumpee #hero caretaker #but theyre not heroes yet #whump #writing #whump prompt #whump scenario #whump writing #whump drabble #whumpee #caretaker #365 writing challenge #ocs #ffg!rob #ffg!spencer

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Hello! I hope im not late for he event ahaha, please forgive my bad english, its not my first language and congratulations on 1k! :D

My oc is called Atalai,Male, 23

Looks: He is a 7'2 male, with tan skin, long dark brown hair tied in a low pony tail and black eyes. He is muscular, has bull horns and tail and has a a scar running down his cheek and abother crossing his nose bridge.

Personality: He's outgoing and very kind, he is mostly friendly but he isn't naive. He is mostly calm and collected but sometimes he is quick to anger and isn't afraid of starting a fight, he likes to help people and doens't like to be fooled or tricked.

Backstory: He grew up as an orphan in Snezhnaya, and would take any job to survive, thanks to this he was able to travel other nations since young until two kind ladies took him in so he became some sort of famer assistant. he started to see them as his big sisters and he loves them a lot, being the two most important people in his life. As he grew older he started to be some type of traveler, doing any work in any nation to pay back his "Big Sisters" since he wants to give them a easier life. He learned how to fight thanks to the multiple robs he had to face at night, he uses a type of claymore that he can divide in two to turn it into dual swords, he does like the thrill of fight and hunt but he doesn't fight or hunt unless necessary.

For the yandere could i have either Zhongli, Lumine, ningguang, or Diluc please? Any of these four is fine :D

Thank you a lot and feel free to ignore if i broke any rules!

Sure, thanks for the request, Hope you'll enjoy😁

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour, Kidnapping

Diluc: At first he is suspicious of Atalai, just like he is with anyone from Snezhnaya, it will take Diluc some time to trust him, let alone fall for him but when he falls, oh boy he falls hard, Snezhnaya doesn't deserve Atalai, his sisters doesn't deserve him, hell not even Diluc sees himself as worthy, but he sees himself as the only one that can protect him.

Diluc doesn't care how strong Atalai is, in the end he is mortal, and like any mortal he can die, so he needs to be shielded. Diluc isn't afraid of fighting him either if it's to kidnap him, sure Atalai may become a bit... burnt but Diluc doesn't mind.

"Stop being so stubborn, you are safer here then you ever was in Snezhnaya, so stop fighting it and accept that your place is by MY side"

Ningguang: She herself is from humble origins so she fells a bit connected with Atalai concerning that, but what she really falls for is his kindness as cheezy as that sounds, the fact that he can stay kind yet not naive is something she admires and she falls for, she wants him and what she wants, she gets.

Ningguang has an idea how to get him to come willingly with her, she wants to be the one in control of this relationship, at first Ningguang will try to buy him off, she can support his sisters financially, if he really wants whats best for them then he'll accept, if for some reason he refuses, well she isn't above threatening them, she has hired assassins and the second she gives the word they will die, she does all this so she can own Atalai, he is hers, he has no option in this.

"The clock is ticking, tell me your choice before I lose my patience, be mine and I'll make sure no harm comes to them"

#yandere #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere male #yandere female #yandere diluc #yandere diluc x reader #yandere ningguang #yandere ningguang x reader #oc #oc x canon #oc x character event

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Siren // Orm Marius

Orm Marius & my OC, Cora

Description: Cora is a young girl living off the coast of Amnesty Bay, Maine. She's known Arthur for years after he saved her when she washed ashore. After years of being tangled with the League of Assassins, Arthur comes knocking on her door, Orm in tow. He comes with news: David Kane is intent on destroying the world, and he needs her help to stop him.

Set during Aquaman 2

Status: Ongoing

Rating: Mature(some blood and gore, maybe some smut)

Can also be found on Wattpad: metalupyourazzz

Chapter 1: Take it Off

Years ago

A beach outside of Maine

Arthur stood on the white sand, panting.

“Again.” Vulko commanded, hands laced behind his back, “You’ll never claim the throne if you do not have proper training.”

“This is bullshit,” Arthur cried out, “I just want to meet my mother, my brother. I just want to see Atlantis!”

He shifted his weight, twirling his trident gently, scraping the end in the sand.

“Patience, my young prince, everything good happens with time,” Vulko stated, pacing around, sand kicking up behind him.

Arthur began to speak, when the waves crashed, and something washed ashore.

Someone.

He ran over to the huddled lump and the first thing he saw was the bright green of her eyes. She wasn’t breathing, yet her gaze pierced through him like a knife.

“Vulko?” He whispered as the man stood grimly beside him.

She started coughing, salty water spewing from her mouth, and she rolled over. She had a large gash in her forehead, and she slowly stood to her feet.

“Where am I?” She asked hoarsely, blinking the salt from her eyelashes.

“Don’t worry,” Arthur cooed, “You’re safe.”

Today

09:00 hours

Amnesty Bay, Maine

Cora wasn’t sure what woke her up first, the sunlight peeking through the thin, filtered curtains or the loud knocking on the door. Grumbling slightly, she peeled back the heavy blankets on her bed, and sat up, rubbing her temples. She hoped it helped rid last night’s tequila before she answered the door. A soft yawn escaped her lips as she picked up her phone, groggily scrolling through the 16 missed calls and various texts, all from the same number.

“Arthur Curry, you’re the reason I drink,” she mumbled to herself as she pulled her long blue locks up into a ponytail, quickly combing her fingers through her unruly bangs.

Stepping out of bed, she grabbed the nearest shirt and threw it on, padding across the cold wooden floors to the door. Slowly opening it, she stood somewhat dumbfounded on who stood on the other side.

“Hey squirt!” The tall Hawaiian yelled, picking her up in a tight hug, spinning her before setting her down.

“Arthur, always good to see your face,” she said through a forced smile, his loud voice cutting knives into her head.

“The place looks good,” he remarked, doing a 360 around her dinky studio. He looked a lot different than she remembered. He was more muscular, his hair was longer and more blonde, and he had a ridiculous spandex suit on. His eyes weren’t their normal brown, they glowed a dark gold color, and he had rings and bracelets adorning his arms and fingers.

“Arthur, what are you doing here?” She asked, walking over to her kitchen, pouring a steaming cup of coffee, “Last time I saw you, you had less clothes, and you were less…all of that.”

She finished her sentence with a small motion to his attire and big smile, “You still with the JL?”

He shrugged her questions off, “We are here, because we need your help.”

“We?” She questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Arthur motioned to the door, and that’s when she noticed the other man standing there. He was shorter than Arthur, and from what she could tell, a lot different. He had no shirt on, tweed pants that hung low off his hips, and sandy hair that covered his face, alongside a rugged beard.

“Arthur why is Rob Zombie in my apartment?” She asked.

Arthur snorted, and she could’ve sworn she saw the other man roll his eyes.

“That’s my brother, Orm.” He whispered to her.

“Oh, the righteous douchebag that tried to kill humanity, gotcha.” She whispered back, before she turned to him, “C’mon sunshine let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Arthur if you haven’t forgotten we have better things to do.” The man said, “We have to meet my supplier.”

Cora raised her eyebrow, looking between the two. She shook her head, grabbing a chair and kitchen scissors, “Sit.”

Orm looked at her skeptically, “You’re surely not using those on me.”

“It’s either that or I shave you bald take your pick,” she snapped. He immediately sat down, and she draped a blanket over his chest.

“You still have suits here?” Arthur asked, thumbing through her record collection. He picked one up, and blew the dust off of it, setting it into the record player. Soon the hard melodies of ‘take it off’ by KISS started drifting through the room. The slow snipping of the scissors mixed with it as she worked on Orm’s unruly hair.

“Yeah, I’ve got supplies as well. The League brings me some every so often. I think it’s just an excuse for Talia to keep an eye on me.” She replied, letting out a small laugh. She gently pushed a lock of Orm’s hair out of his face as she worked on the front of his hair. His piercing blue eyes met hers, and she flicked her gaze back to what she was doing.

Soon enough, his hair was at a reasonable length, no longer covering his eyes. He was watching her as she moved, with a grim expression.

Filthy surface dweller, he thought to himself, touching me like I’m a peasant. Treating me like a peasant.

She moved quickly, shaving off his beard, leaving no trace of the torture of being locked in the Fisherman Kingdom. As she worked, she heard a small crash, and something tinkered across the floor, and Arthur picked it up.

“Cora?” Arthur asked, quietly. She looked over to see him holding a crown. One that brought her almost to tears. She dropped the scissors she was holding, and they skittered across the floor.

“A-Arthur, I can explain.”

She barely got her sentence out when he was standing in front of her. His once happy expression was turned to a grim one. His face contorted into an angry frown, as he put the crown almost against her. She trembled as she looked up into his eyes. The fire in them terrified her, it reminded her of the one wearing the crown. The day she never wanted to remember. The one that brought chills down her spine every second she thought of it.

“Cora.” Arthur whispered, voice shaking in anger, “Why the hell do you have my father’s crown?”

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