#steampunk reader

[lorasdolly]

ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄɪɴɢ: ꜱᴛᴇᴀᴍᴘᴜɴᴋ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Steampunk!reader is the world of where grass gears whirl and steam-powered contraptions light up her life.

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She’s a brilliant inventor, her mind whirs as quick as the engines she built. Fast with her hands and faster with her words, having a sharp wit and sarcasm that she embodies.

She’s created gadgets that defy the laws of nature, thinking rules are there to be broken anyways.

She’s confident on the outside, an air of dominance that seems undefiable, but underneath the bravado, she hides a craving for connection, affection, and being in the control of someone else.

Her worshop is a chaotic masterpiece, cluttered with unfinished projects and stacks of blueprints. No project has ever been to small or big, sometimes even suprising herself with her ingenuity. She’s incredibly cocky when it comes to her work, prideful of all she’s achieved.

She throws out sarcastic comments in the middle of tense situations just to lighten the mood, but mainly to piss someone off. Her responses can often be laced with dry humor and biting remarks.

She carries herself like she’s ready to take on anything, fiercely prepared to take charge. But despite the tough exterior, she desires giving up control and let someone take the reins over her.

She’s extremely pliable once in the hands of her partner, turning into puddy. She’ll bend for them and giggle at everything, not a single thought in her mind.

She tends to push people away with her sharp tongue and independent attitude, leading to self-sabotage.

Her remarks are usually a defense mechanism, building walls around herself. She’ll project her insecurities onto others when feeling threatened.

On the contrary of her persona, her partner is firm and assertive, not dealing with some bullshit that Steampunk!reader might throw at them. Her partner will show patience, but once the patience runs out, they’ll quickly put her in her place.

Her love language is gifting and acts of service, creating gadgets to help her partner and watch their praising faces of awe when she introduces them to their new invention. She names her favorite inventions after her partner.

Her music is typically rock, punk, or alternative musicians such as Tally Hall, The Dresden Dolls, and Misfits. The order of which she listens to them depends on what she’s up to.

Her closet includes skirts, belts, and button ups, mostly earth and neutral tones. Lots of Victorian elegance and industrial innovation, both whimsical and functional.

Her hobbies consist of restoration and going to jazz bars or taverns. She enjoys fixing everything and anything, machines, clothes, furniture, and more.

She’ll dress up cutely to go to bars and taverns with her partner, hoping they’ll secretly match with her.

WORKS FOR STEAMPUNK!READER:

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[daceydeath]

Crashing Waves (Part 1)

Pairing: Pirate San x Reader Word Count: 5k Genre: Fantasy AU, Slow Burn Romance Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Swearing, Alcohol

I thought that I knew love. But it was just the waves crashing over us ~ Waves by The Dear Hunter

You sat quietly on the dock watching the last of the dusk's light sink beneath the horizon, you often came to the ocean at night. You never really understood the sway it had over you but it gave you a sense of calm and peace to listen to it to watch the waves rise and fall the soft whispers it gave to you each time you were near it. Although you had been warned a hundred different times by your father and friends to stay away from the docks it was the only place you could go tonight, the king tide making it far too difficult to get to the small rocky cove you often visited. 

Come home child, come home to me.

The sailors and merchants all ignored you, having slipped out of your corset and hiding your hair beneath a hat you didn’t look like a lady of the night and there was no way you looked wealthy enough to bother so most, probably, assumed you were an urchin scrounging for anything you could to get by. There had been chaos within the town that day swelling and frothing like the seas during a storm which had left the streets empty and most of the ships with their gangways stowed to prevent anyone untoward coming aboard. Only one colossal ship that sat docked on the furthest berth away from the other vessels but again you didn’t really care you just made your way past it and sat with your feet dangling above the water your pants hiked up to your knees to prevent them getting wet.

Earlier you had been sitting in the tavern listening to your friends prattle on about pirates stealing women away to sell to foreign lands or taking them as prizes to spend the rest of their lives at sea but you were yet to hear a single shred of actual evidence of this. Pirates, mercenaries and soldiers were often the same thing; it just depended on who was paying them. If they worked for themselves they were pirates, if they could be bought they were mercenaries and if they could become loyal they were soldiers. The line between was pretty damn thin in your mind. Each drink had made you more uninterested in their stories and increased the longing you felt to be alone so while they continued to dance and drink you slipped away to find solitude beside the waves of the highest tide this year.

“What are you doing here?” a stern voice asked from behind you making you jump slightly then frown deeply in disappointment.

“I’m watching the waves” you replied honestly annoyance clear in your voice, not even looking back at the man who had interrupted your peace.

“Sounds like a ruse to spy on us” he muttered bitterly, his footfalls getting closer to you, his boots clunking against each of the old boards that had been worn smooth with time and salt as he moved.

“I don’t know or care who you are sir, please just leave me alone” you continued, turning your body to sit against one of the large dock posts so you could see both him and the ocean. His face was still half in shadow but you could tell he was someone important. The gold chain that hung across his chest and the glittering rings on his fingers showed wealth but the sword on his belt warned of potential danger.

“Then why are you so close to my ship?” he demanded coldly, his scrutiny obvious as the waves began picking up and started to bob his ship slightly in its mooring, the breeze fluttering the sails on the boats docked.

“Because your ship is docked where I sit, you decided that not me” already being tired from a long day and probably one too many drinks. You had little emotional strength left to even pretend you care if he was offended or angry. His presence was irritating you when he could have just ignored you. He remained silent studying you as you turned back to the sea watching the waves even out once more. 

“You're not curious who I am? Not afraid of me either?” he queried, seeming perplexed about his whole encounter with you, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword although you still didn’t flinch.

“No, I’m not” you admitted quietly, closing your eyes and leaning your head back against the old wooden post. After a few more minutes of nothingness he left presumably to his ship which loomed between you and the shore blocking the view of the town you lived in. Once the darkness finally fell you stood and wandered back towards your family’s home fully aware that a different man was following you, his feet moving almost silently as he remained shrouded in shadow everytime you passed by a street lamp that bathed the ground with an eerie amber gold light. 

“I know you are there” you breathed stepping into a dim alleyway beside the apothecary. You heard the steps pause and then a quiet sigh as he stepped into the dim light only a few feet from you “Did your friend ask you to follow me?”.

“He didn’t understand why you didn’t care about the danger you were in, or whether you did and you really are a spy” he replied in his musical voice the only thing you could discern since he was covered head to toe in black, his raised hood covering most of his face. 

“He’s either paranoid or he thinks that your reputation precedes you so much that a small town woman knows who you are” you challenged leaning against the dirty bricks as you accepted that perhaps you should have listened to just about everyone and not visited the docks.

“Did you not see the logo on our ship? Do you not know what it means?” He asked a touch softer as if he suddenly noticed how you were dressed and how you looked he stepped forward and you realized how tall he was, although his lithe frame made him seem young.

“I saw it but I don’t know it” you admitted tilting your head “my family work on land we don’t know anything about pirates”.

“How do you know we are pirates then?” he asked but you could hear the smile that was likely gracing his face. 

“Big ship, paranoid captain who wears expensive looking jewels, tall assassin looking man who follows his orders. Do I need to keep listing things off?” you smiled right back daring him to deny any of the things you mentioned.

“Alright you are clever I’ll give you that. Why do you spend time at the docks if you work in the town?” He pressed lowering his hood to allow you to see him. Even in the low light you couldn’t help the way your eyes widened. He was beautiful, longish dark hair framed his sharp featured face like a gilded frame making it almost impossible to look away from.

“The ocean has always called to me, I sit beside it every night it calms me especially when I have a little too much to drink” you whispered, still staring at him unashamedly you could see the cogs turning in his head deciding how he would proceed with you.

“I’m Seonghwa” he bowed his head respectfully, seeming pleased that you were so openly staring at him.

“Well Seonghwa nice to meet you” you offered your hand for him to shake noticing the grace with which he moved.

“Come by the ship tomorrow before noon I want to show you something” his eyes twinkled as he smirked at you before turning away and disappearing from sight. Still dazed from meeting Seonghwa, you continued home knowing that he was no longer following you.

“Why would I want to do that?” you mused thinking that he was already gone disappeating into the inky darkness.

“Because now you’re curious” he laughed softly his voice fainter than before.

“Fucking cloak and dagger bullshit” you muttered stepping back out of the allyway and into the street to continue towards home.

“So was she spying?” Wooyoung nonchalantly asked his feet up on one of the chairs in the galley.

“Nope she’s just a normal girl” Seonghwa chuckled watching Hongjoong frown deeply “Had one drink too many and needed some air”.

“She can’t be just a ‘normal girl” Hwa, when I spoke to her she got annoyed and the waves started when I left her alone and she calmed down. The waves stopped, that isn’t normal” Hongjoong insisted irritation in his tone.

“True but either way she wasn’t spying” Hwa smiled crookedly before moving towards the doorway “Oh I invited her to the ship tomorrow so you could always ask her yourself”.

“Who’s coming tomorrow?” San piped up entering the galley from the other end plopping himself down beside Wooyoung to begin eating.

“Mystery girl” Wooyoung cackled, watching as Hongjoong’s frown intensified, staring at the place the Seonghwa had just been filling.

“I don’t get what’s so special about her” Mingi mumbled from the spot he had been sitting in watching the discussion before him.

“Hongjoong thinks she's one of those sea imps but she can’t be, she lives on land” Yeosang whispered back in between mouthfuls of dinner.

“Dipshits” Hongjoong rolled his eyes stabbing at his food viciously.

“Were you at the docks?” your roommate Mara narrowed her eyes at you looking you over for filth or injury.

“No, I went to the cliffs above the cove. The tide was too high tonight to get down to the rocks” you lied shamelessly ripping the bread she had saved for you into pieces before popping it in your mouth.

“Well you still smell like salt” you nodded slowly going back to the book she had been reading her eyes skimming the rest of the page in silence.

“I have smelt of worse things. I heard there were pirates that docked today” you started your words half garbled by the bread filling your mouth “The whole tavern was talking about them”.

“That’s why I told you to stay away from the docks” Mara sighed defeated before looking over at you unimpressed. “You never pay attention to anything do you? There was a notice put up just about everywhere that there were pirates seen just past the headland and they were probably headed here and you didn’t even see them did you?”.

“Sorry Mara” you bowed your head unwittingly, annoying her by just being yourself again, you couldn’t help that you didn’t pay attention to every stupid thing that happened in town.

“Finish your bread and go to sleep” she grumbled putting down her book and turning out the lamps.

When you woke up, Mara was already gone, probably having left for the market for work. It gave you a chance to clean up and change before venturing to the docks to see if Seonghwa had meant what he had said about showing you something. Donning a simple pair of dark jeans and a green tunic you slipped from the house unnoticed, taking only an apple, some bread and some biscuits to last you until you could return home again. You wanted to take your bicycle to make the trip quicker but you knew that would lead to you being recognized and you didn’t want to be stopped. You were too curious about this thing that the beautiful Seonghwa wanted to show you even if you were unsure you could trust him.

It was close to noon by the time you slipped yourself through the docks and approached the ship, the ostentatious decorations on the hull making it much more noticeable in the daylight, the solid brass and copper engines that sat just above water level were something you had never seen before and the gigantic red A that was stitched into each sail and painted on the hull gave little doubt of the owners intentions. Walking up the gangway you stopped one step before you would be considered onboard the ship waiting until one of the men on the deck noticed you.

“Uh who are you?” a pretty man who looked far too etherial to be a pirate asked you his broom halting mid sweep when he saw you.

“Where did you even come from?” a broad man with a striking face asked moving to step in front of his shipmate waiting to see what you would say his hand hovering near his waist.

“Seonghwa asked me to come” you smiled nervously looking at him. He looked like he could intimidate anyone he chose to but there was something in his actions that made you feel safe instead of fear.

“Ah you came!, welcome to my home, well our home” Seonghwa’s sothing honey laughter made itself known before he gracefully stepped into view.

“Hello again Seonghwa” you bowed your head but didn’t move. You knew you had to be expressly invited in before you assumed anything with pirates; it was only polite.

“Come I will give you the tour” he beckoned you onto the boat which you gingerly stepped onto the once moving vessel now standing completely still which made the two crew members look at each other subtly, something crossing between them that you didn’t understand.

“Lead the way then” you stepped towards him as he moved back through the darkened doorway into the belly on the ship.

“They were Yeosang and San. The others we will probably find along the way” he hummed showing you the galley, the armory and the crew quarters finally walking you past the cannons on your way towards what you could only assume was the captain's quarters.

“So should I assume that what you wanted to show me is probably the captain” you mused looking at a cannon with interest. The gleam of the silver barrels showing that they had seen little action.

“Yes and no” Seonghwa conceded with a sly smile tugging on his lips.

“Shall we get this over with I’m getting hungry and I left my lunch on the dock” you sigh knowing that although it is unlikely a trap you will probably have to talk to the annoying man again.

“Captain” Seonghwa knocked sharply on the door to the quarters waiting for a sign to enter.

“Come” a loud voice called letting you know that it probably was the same man from the night before. 

“This is the one I was talking about” Seonghwa announced, swinging open the door and carefully pushing you through the opening, stepping in behind you and almost blocking your exit. Despite the large windows the room remained dim, large heavy curtains blocking out most of the light that was trying to illuminate the room. Three men occupied the space, a tall man who looked you over with slight confusion, a serious looking man with floppy dark hair and a smaller man who you recognized as being the jerk from the dock the night before. He sat at the desk, his hands holding a large looking glass and a necklace which he had been by the looks of it appraising, because pirates you guessed.

“Hwa said you aren’t a spy” he started placing the necklace down on the dark wooden table.

“I told you that already” you interrupted tilting your head and narrowing your eyes at him. “Last night when you interrupted me”.

“He also tells me you are brazen, stubborn and headstrong but that the sea calls to you” he continued unfazed by your words.

“Well he must be quite the spy himself if he gleaned all that from one conversation and followed me most of the way home” you conceded, shrugging indifferently as you looked around the room. A large bed sat against the windows, its canopy made up of more dark heavy fabric that probably helped to muffle the sound of the waves at night, papers and books littered all the other flat surfaces and large paintings of sea creatures covered the walls. One painting on the wall lit up with its own lamp caught your attention, not just for the overly ornate gilt frame but because it was something you were sure you had seen before perhaps in a dream or in a book. It was of a woman, her face hidden in her reddish hair in a simple white gown that had been painted as though she was simply suspended underwater.

“He should have said infuriating” the captain clapped back bringing your attention to him once more.

“You haven’t even introduced yourself why would I owe you anything more than what I am giving you, Seonghwa at least has manners” you mutter looking up at the large ornate ceiling that is decorated with vivid images of sea monsters. A kraken looming ominously above the desk.

“I’m Captain Hongjoong, this is my navigator navigator Jongho and my medic Yunho” he nodded to the two men in turn “I apologize for my poor manners would you grant me the grace to start the conversation again” his voice was resigned but held an air of annoyance. 

 "Do you like my ship?" he asked, tilting his head as he scrutinized you for the second time in 24 hours.

"She's very impressive, but I still do understand why I'm here Captain Hongjoong" you tilted your head in return not letting your eyes drop from his.

"Seonghwa says you are called to be the sea, is that true?" he continued narrowing his eyes slightly, the others who you had seen and a couple who you hadn't had managed to all make their way into the room sitting or leaning in various places but all looking at you. You stood silently mirroring his posture unconsciously as you weighed up your answer.

"Has this got anything to do with that?" you pointed your thumb in the direction of one of the paintings hung on the wall with scraps of paper pinned around it. "Because I find peace by the ocean but I am no sea nymph".

Hongjoong glared at the painting on the wall, not answering you immediately. The silence strained and became more intense as the seconds passed by. His crew looked almost nervous as they looked between each other and then back to their captain.

"But yes the sea calls to me" you added quietly, making Hongjoong's eyes widen as they snapped back to your face, the frustration in his expression melting away to reveal a look of awe.

"What does it say?" he breathed almost inaudibly.

"Home" you murmured, feeling Seonghwa's hand find your back as you swayed slightly, the ship beginning to rock beneath your feet.

"We will not hurt you" Hongjoong instantly stood his chair scraping noisily against the wooden floor "No one on this ship would ever cause you harm you have my word I know it must be telling you otherwise".

Danger child, he is a danger

"Why would you ever harm me? I'm no one, not even worth a ransom" you looked up again meeting his eyes, your head suddenly swimming like you had been drinking absinthe again. The words circling your brain continuously. "How do you know what she says?".

"Hwa" Hongjoong yelled but you had closed your eyes, or maybe the lights had gone out but either way you felt something hard and warm crash into your front before your face hit the floor. The room was not only spinning but raising and falling the sensation making your queasy.

"Thanks San" Seonghwa's faint voice echoed in your head before you could no longer hear.

"The fuck just happened? Is she dead?" Mingi blurted, looking bewildered as San scooped you into his arms and moved you towards the captain's bed as carefully as he could as the ship rocked violently.

"Does she need a doctor or do you think you can manage?" San whispered to Yunho who was already checking your pulse in your wrist.

"She's breathing and her heart rate is normal, if she doesn't wake up in an hour maybe" Yunho hummed, placing the back of his hand on your forehead "Can someone bring me some water?". Jongho dashed from the room as quickly as he could trying not to trip on anything that had fallen from the captain's desk as the sound of books falling to the floor thudded behind him.

"I can't be the only one confused about her knowledge of the painting though right? You said that it was a one off original, that it was incredibly unknown which is why it had to be stolen" Wooyoung sounding more hysterical than he probably wanted to. "How would she know about it! and why is it so fucking rough right now?".

"She could be mistaken but she knew it was about sea nymphs" Yeonsang added, squeezing Wooyoung's shoulder to keep him calm while pressing themselves against the wall so they had something to hold onto while the turbulent movements of the ship unsteadied them.

"The diary said it had been hidden for more than 150 years, that no one had laid eyes on it in almost 100 of those years. She looks like she's not even 25". Seonghwa furrowed his eyebrows confused by the whole thing, the swinging overhead lamp throwing bazaar flashes of light over them all.

"She's going to wake up in a second stop being so loud" Hongjoong grunted holding the edge of his desk knowing that the rest of the ship would probably be a complete mess from the short burst of waves.

"There you are" San smiled softly, his eyes creasing up as your eyes fluttered open.

"You had us worried for a second there" Yunho joked, his voice soft as he placed a wet cloth against your forehead Jongho still holding the bowl of water so it wouldn't spill everywhere.

"I'm sorry?" you mumbled your voice sounding far away even to your own ears.

Safe keep you safe

"You fainted" Yunho smiled, his voice still soft as he continued pressing the cloth against your skin he watched your breathing for a moment before dipping the cloth back in the water "Can you sit up or would you rather roll on your side? I need to put this on the back of your neck".

"Are you a doctor?" you blinked slowly trying to lift yourself from the soft thing you were laying on "Did I hurt anything when I fell?".

"San caught you so no you have no injuries" Yunho nodded to San who took hold of each of your wrists slowly pulling you into a sitting position while Yunho placed the cloth on your neck.

"Thank you San" you murmured weakly, noticing a pink flush dust his cheekbones.

"What happened? Did you hear anything before you fainted?" Hongjoong asked from his desk where he remained leaning against the shiny dark wood. You continued blinking slowly, registering that you were lying on his bed in the same room as they were all in with you moments ago.

"That's none of your business" you swallowed shakily, turning to look back at San who looked openly worried at the way your arms trembled in his hands. "I would like to go home now".

"Not until we know you won't faint the moment you stand up" Yunho soothed wetting the cloth again "can you hold this against your chest please? I can close the curtain so no one can see you".

"Please" you whimpered watching San lean across to pull on the fabric for Yunho.

"Do you want me to leave?" San whispered his voice was soft watching you fumble with the lacing at the top of your tunic.

"No it's alright" you half smiled, feeling your face heat up as Yunho moved your hands away, his long fingers deftly untying the knot and loosening them enough to slip the cloth under without exposing you.

"I need to get off this ship" you mumbled meekly looking up at Yunho then to San tears beginning to prick at your eyes.

"I will carry you off myself if I have to" San continued whispering to make sure only you heard him. "But you need to feel less overheated and look less pale first".

"Woo, can you get me some candy? Sweets might help her feel better" Yunho called through the thick dark burgundy fabric causing shuffling and noise to erupt on the other side after another few minutes of silence a hand thrust through the fabric holding a bag of what looked like marshmallows.

"Eat a few please, the sugar should help" Yunho hummed.

"Thank you mystery candy baring hand" you called hearing a loud bark of laughter follow your words. After half a dozen marshmallows Yunho placed his hand back against your forehead nodding to San who pulled open the curtains for you.

"Try standing slowly" Yunho instructed, standing in front of you as San remained behind you. Your legs felt a little shaky but nothing too bad as you placed your weight on them bouncing on your toes softly. "Good I think you will be alright now".

"Thank you for your help Yunho" you smiled, relieved that you would be able to get as far away from their captain as you could.

"I'll take you back up to the deck if you want" San looked hopeful as you turned your head to look at him.

Safe be safe

"Please San" you murmured ignoring the others as questions started being thrown in your direction.

"Will you come again?" Seonghwa's honey voice poured into your ear.

"I don't know" you looked at him keeping your voice as level as you could "I was nice to meet you all".

San led you towards the deck with Yunho following you both just to be safe as you slowly descended the gangway you felt a surge of relief come over you like water pouring from a bucket over your head. Picking up your pack which you had stowed behind some creates you fished out your apple biting into it before looking back up at the ship. San and Yunho were still there although now the others had joined them looking almost ominous as their silhouettes stood tall against the light behind them. Nodding once you walked back along the dock the salty air blowing your messy hair around you.

"Well that went shockingly bad" Seonghwa sighed leaning against the railing as they watched you disappear between the other ships.

"Oh yeah the only thing that would have been worse was if we kidnapped her" Mingi rolled his eyes.

"She will never set foot here again" Jongho laughed, nudging San who looked slightly confused.

"I've never seen you that soft before what happened?" Wooyoung quizzed rounding on San who just shrugged before leaving to return to his cabin knowing damn well it would be a mess from earlier.

"You had to see that the waves came and went depending on her though right?" Hongjoong insisted.

"Yeah but I don't think it will be easy to convince her to come with us. She seems desperate to be away from us, well some of us" Seonghwa conceded watching San's retreating figure.

"Well we will just have to convince her then" Wooyoung bounced cheekily smirking at them before scampering away after San.

You decided on the walk back you would stop into the apocathary to see if Salvia had anything that could quell the unease that you were still feeling. The bell rang loudly as you stepped inside the calming scent of dried herbs and lavendar filling your lungs as you walked towards the counter.

“Via?” you called stepping around the counter and towards the back room. “It’s me”.

“Little possum what are you doing here? You aren’t working today” Salvia blinked looking at you through the steam of the large pot she was boiling.

“I know, I’m just feeling really weird so I wanted something to make it go away” you continued peering into the large brass pot to find an interesting combination of plants and muslin bags tied with string.

“Hair tonic” Via explained as she stepped towards you her hand outstretched to feel your face “What are your symptoms?”.

“I feel nervous, queasy, and hot” you listed as she scrutinised you “Oh and my legs have been shaking like I’ve been running for hours.

“Hmmmm” Salvia hummed looking puzzled for a moment before going over to one of her store cupboards and pulling out a box marked with large red letters. “Take two bags in a cup of tea now, then before bed. It’s probably your moon time that’s causing it”.

“But I’m not having that right now” you swallowed as she bustled to the stove to lace the kettle on the heat and get you a mug.

“No but it will probably start soon and this is common before it in a lot of women” she smiled softly picking up the teabags and placing two in a bag for you and two in the waiting mug.

“You are a life saver Via” you smiled crookedly “You should put that on the sign Salvia the Savior”.

“That might get us more customers” he nodded sagely before pouting the water from the now whistling kettle into you cup to let it seep. 

“So what’s with the pirates at the dock?” you asked as casually as you could “That ship is gigantic”.

“I would steer clear of the docks for the time being” Salvia warned seriously “That crew is infamous for their cruelty and violence”.

“Hold on why would pirates like that be in our town?” you frowned “what could they want with anyone here?”.

“Could be just suppliess, could be looking for a place it hide. It’s not important. They are murderers for hire who have no humanity” Salvia almost spat as she glared at the brewing tonic.

“It’s alright Via, I’m not planning to run away with the pirates I just didn’t even know they were there until I saw the massiv ship” you blurted quickly hoping that she would calm back down and let you finish your tea without a full lecture.

“I know you’re a good girl” Salvia conceeded smiling at you in a very motherly fashion “now take your tea and I’ll see you tomorrow”.

a/n: Thank you for reading my lovelies. I have recently struggled to find any motivation to write and it has been hard but hopefully after Christmas and a proper rest period I will be back to my normal self. As always your likes, reblogs, comments and encouragement mean so much to me xx

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Clockwork Hearts

~ gorgeous steampunk!Copia by @delulluart ~

~~ A steampunk world full of machines and magic. Capitano Copia pilots his airship The Impera with his trusty ghouls as his crew. ~~

Short Stories:

Capitano Copia (copia x f!reader) Clockwork Friends (copia x f!reader) Building a Family (young copia) Napping in the Clouds (young copia) A Nap With The Captain (copia x f!reader)

Future Fics:

Clockwork Hearts - copia x f!reader - The Emeritus manor has been sitting abandoned for years and after rumors of what might still be locked away there you sneak in to see if it's something you could profit off of. Unfortunately the city guard decides to descend on the manor that same night looking for the same things you are. And if that wasn't bad enough Captain Copia Emeritus himself appears in the darkened halls and gives you a choice...

Untitled Sky Pirate Terzo fic - terzo x f!reader

Untitled Mad Scientist Primo fic - primo x f!reader

young steampunk!copia by @tasty-ribz / steampunk dividers by @ghuleh-recs

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TWILIGHT GEARS

michael afton x female reader

chapters. prologue, chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4, chapter 5, chapter 6, tbc

synopsis. after a particular turn of events, a desperate father does anything to save his daughter’s life. when her assaultant realises something is not normal about her, he does whatever he can do to find out what it is that enables her to live, ready to sacrifice anything to find out the science behind it.

warnings/tags. post bite of ‘83, william is a semi decent father? he doesn’t kill children, he tried to tho lolll, lowkey neglects his kids tho, crying child is alive, veryyy looooosely based off of cogheart, the aftons are schmidts aswell, my fic my rules, mrs afton is called clara, reader replaces charlie? william kills her instead, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

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[r0b0s-robos]

Practice Warm-Up for a new AU I’m planning on writing:

Your knight stood by your side as you sat on your throne. It felt odd to call it ‘your’ throne. Until a few, short days ago it had always been your father’s.

The pain of his death was still heavy in your heart, but you had to move on. Your kingdom needed to see what a strong leader you could be. However, you doubted many would care if they saw a stray tear fall on your cheek.

Your knight stiffened at your side, sword clenching in his hand as the doors before you opened.

“Sun,” you whispered. “Calm yourself, it’s just a day of hearings.”

Your knight visibly relaxed at your command but made no comment. He stared ahead, eyes locked onto the line outside the doors.

The first of the villagers approached your throne, a small farming family by the looks of it. Two children clung behind the mother's dress as they stared at you with wide, fear-stricken eyes.

“Your Majesty,” the father bowed low. “We apologize for coming to ask for your aid so soon after the previous king’s assassination. He was a benevolent king who always showed great strength and mercy to us all.”

“I appreciate your words,” you straightened, sitting taller. “I hope I can be as good and fair a ruler as he was. Now tell me, what ails your family?”

The mother stepped forward. “Our children,” she began. “They have been caught pilfering from a neighbor's garden. They are young and did not know, but our neighbor has threatened us with a demand for our crop yield next season.”

You stared at the family silently. There wasn’t much to think about for this conundrum.

“I’ll send a bag of seeds to your neighbor in your place of next season's yield. Your children are just that, children. They have much to learn and I doubt they deserve much reprimanding. Next.”

•

As evening approached it became quite obvious that you would not be able to hear everyone’s pleas for aid today. But you tried to push on despite the fact. Even as you fought to keep your eyelids open.

Sun spoke a mere whisper in your ear. “I advise you call it a day. They will return tomorrow, there's no need to keep going.”

You sighed, “Very well. Dismiss the others.”

Sun nodded obediently and left your side for the first time since you had woken up. Alone in the throne room, you slouched and ran a hand over your temple. Exhaustion clouded your mind as your eyes closed briefly.

The only reason your eyes reopened was due to the sound of the large, bronze doors closing.

Sun approached you, bowing before the throne.

You rolled your eyes. “Sun, please. You know you don't have to be so formal with me. Especially when we’re alone.” You gestured for him to come closer.

Hesitantly, he did.

He arrived at the foot of your throne, standing at his full height. Though, you could see the way his armor lightly shook and shuddered.

“Sun… Come closer, brave knight.” You patted the empty space on your lap.

The way you said his name made his knees weak. He moved without thinking, falling to his knees as his head obediently found its place in your lap. Your gentle hands ran over his faceplate, sending yet another shudder through his body.

“You’re stressed,” you noted.

Sun leaned into your touch, unwilling to let it go. “It’s nothing. How are you?” he pushed. After all, you mattered so much more than him. “You look exhausted, should you retire to the bed chamber?”

You smiled lightly. “Now why would I want to do that when I'm having so much fun right here?”

He deflated completely at your words, suddenly feeling like floating. He hung onto your every word, sought out every minuscule touch he could receive.

“And how is Moon?” you suddenly asked.

He didn't bother to look up. “Fine, fine. He's fine. Impatient. Wants the sun to set quicker.”

“Well, tell Moon that when the sun does set, he and I can go for a stroll around the castle grounds.”

Sun visibly tensed. He raised his head, fearful eyes meeting yours. “The assassin is still out there. We can't allow that. Anything else you want to do, we will. Anything,” he pleaded.

Ever since your father’s death, your two bots had been wrecks over your safety. Neither ever left your side for very long. To them, even your other knights weren't to be trusted.

Moon stood guard in your chamber at all hours of the night. Acutely aware of every noise in the castle.

Sun was practically glued to your hip during the day. One hand always rested on his sword, eyes scanning constantly.

“I’ll be fine,” you rolled your eyes. “Moon saved me last time, surely he’d be capable of doing it again.”

Sun could still recall that night perfectly. Moon had all but plucked you from your bed and carried you out of the castle as arrows flew in all directions. They bounced off his casing as he shielded your fragile, delicate human skin.

The next morning, your father was dead.

Fear consumed them all at once. Mere jesters before, a gift from your father after a voyage, and now they found themselves in your service. They didn't trust anyone else to protect you. And frankly, you didn't trust anyone more than them.

“Please,” Sun gripped your free hand. He scooted closer on his knees. “Please, we don't know what we’d do without you. Please, let us keep you safe. If you want something from the garden we will pluck every flower for you. We will bring the garden to you, safe within the walls of the castle. Please,” he begged. If he could cry, he would be. The mere thought of putting you in harm's way made his gears creak and groan.

“Perhaps you’re right.”

His shoulder relaxed, his gears calmed.

“But do tell Moon I’d like to spend more time with him, will you?”

“Oh, Highness,” Sun sighed breathily, “he already knows.”

[images-of-imagination]

Let's go on a journey through the world of imagination!

We begin our journey from the depths…

[fanaticsnail]

I really enjoyed the Kid two-shot that you wrote! Is he a character you think you’d write for again?

Thank you so much for your beautiful compliments, and I'm so glad you enjoyed! I am going to be turning "Shameless" into a three parter - can't leave them both hanging like that, that wouldn't be fair. Likely a little bit on the NSFW side, so MDNI 😬.

I would absolutely love writing for him again. He was amazing to flesh out, and I could see a few more fics being crafted for him. I mean, have you seen him?

So much 'grumpy' in that 'twinkle' - just how I like them. Probably why I like Benn Beckman so much.

I have so many WIPs currently, and there's also a few other requests in my ask box I am slowly making my way through.

You're more than welcome to submit a request for him with a rough outline of what you'd like, but it will likely take a little while! Thank you for your ask, anon!!

[ominous-faechild]

✦ OC In Three Tag 4 ✦

I've procrastinated getting to the Sun and Shadow cast because it was difficult when I last tried (and tbh Daleira still was), but I did it! It's a bit darker color-wise than I was anticipating, but at the same time I think it's kinda fitting? I mean, it's a detective mystery in a victorian-esque fantasy city! So honestly I'm not complaining too much, haha.

FREYA ULA

CROW (THE CURSED)

DALEIRA FENASTRA

Unfortunately I couldn't put an obscene amount of crow stuff for Crow due to the limited number and the fact that I wanted to put other things to capture their personality/character, haha. Similarly, since I decided long ago I'd avoid using other people's art, it cut out a LOT of things I otherwise could've or would've used, haha. Still, I think it turned out well!

OC In Threes: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 Part 6 | Part 6.5 | Part 7 | Part 8

Tagging list/those who seem interested! (Ask and I will not in the upcoming ones): @creative-author @honeybewrites

[jackkilligrew]

Welcome to Blackspire, a reimagined Victorian city where steampunk meets magic. Dive into the sci-fi fantasy world of my upcoming series! Curious about Blackspire’s mysteries? Check out my full world-building journey on my blog!

[20kmemesunderthesea]

Uncivilized:

Captain Nemo and the Legend of Dwarka

I...I did it guys! I finished rough draft #1!

"Uncivilized: Captain Nemo and the Legend of Dwarka" is a heartfelt tale of adventure and healing in the wake of the 1857 Indian revolution.

I've used my last remaining braincells in concocting it.

I intend to publish on Amazon once it's finished. It's in a very raw and unpolished state right now, of course, but I'm honestly very proud of the months of research and thought I put into it. If nothing else, I've gained a lot of knowledge through this project.

Set in 1871, after the events of "The Mysterious Island," an English doctor named Grace Evans runs a charity clinic in a littoral Gujarati village. A enigmatic patient sets her on a path to discovering that the infamous Captain Nemo might not be quite as dead as he was reported to be.

Catching the crew of the Nautilus at a disadvantage, she joins them on a quest to the depths of India's legendary sunken city, into the beast-inhabited wilds of the Gir Forest, through the volcanic caverns of Lincoln Island - and beyond!

As for the Captain himself, he slowly begins to discover the good-humored Englishwoman isn't as naive as he first thought, and that they are more alike than he ever could have expected.

You, dear reader, may expect:

->Adventure

->Humor

->Plot twists

->Indian history

->Vernian-accurate lore

->Sunshine x Grumpy

->No spice

->SEAMONSTERS!!!

While it's only a rough draft at this point, I would greatly appreciate beta readers who can give suggestions and tell me honestly what they think of the plot, characters, etc. before it's publishable.

Please don't hesitate to reach out and let me know if you would be interested in reading my draft. 🙏

[nokingsonlyfooles]

Alright. Gonna set down the feed and plug the thing.

New year, new habits!

I write this travesty!

The site is in constant need of repair, so are the characters, and so is the author (me). Part 1 is steampunk, and in Part 2 we've gone diesel. It starts with a hate crime, this is not for the faint of heart, but it does get quite funny in places. The absurdity is a coping mechanism!

I've got to break my website later so I can try to fix it, but there's a new instalment this week so I'll give people time to read that, if there's any takers!

Known Readers: 2 (hi 5th and Kith!); 1st Goalpost: 10?

If you're reading, check in with me. My hit counter is buggy AF and I moved the comments offsite, to Tumblr. I won't know you're there if you don't say hi!

Known Supporters: I'm burning my Patreon to the ground because they annoyed me, give me some time to set up someplace else! 1st Goalpost: 5?

If you WANT to support, go ahead and let me know that too. I'll be working on a subscription basis in the future - you'll only pay when I publish!

[ramblingoak]

Naps With Copia

Nap #12: A Nap With The Captain

~ Naps With Copia series masterpost ~

This is for @primosfiore who wanted a nap with Capitano Copia from my Steampunk Universe, Clockwork Hearts 💙 You do not need to read the other stories in this verse before this one!

Cardinal Copia x Reader

Other tales from the Clockwork Hearts universe: Capitano Copia, Clockwork Friends, Building a Family and Napping in the Clouds.

Warnings: none, sfw, 1k words (thank you to @ghuleh-recs for the dividers!)

He smelled like smoke and engine oil.

You had given up trying to get him to clean a bit before bed a while ago.  More often than not Copia was so exhausted after working on his airship The Impera all day that he’d barely manage to get his boots off before falling into bed.  Your bed, specifically.

Today was a little different though, the sun was still shining through the windows of your cabin when there was a quick knock on your door.  The knock was your only warning before Copia stumbled in looking like he’d stuck his wrench into the shining blue core of the ship.  You both were still for a beat as you blinked at each other.  Copia may have had the habit of barging into your cabin mostly unannounced but he was always willing to leave if you told him to.

Not that you ever did.

“What happened to you?”  Copia’s only response to your question was a grunt.  He continued to stand in place, his eyes looking a little unfocused as they watched you.  “Copia?”

“There might have been a little…explosion.”  Alarmed, you rushed up from your desk to check him over.  He weakly batted at your hands when you poked and prodded at him.  “Sto bene, I’m fine!”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”  He sighed but stopped fighting you, his cheeks pinking up a bit when you swept your fingers across them.  You gently pulled the goggles off his head, trying not to laugh when his salt and pepper hair stuck up every which way when they were gone.  “You need a shower.”

Copia rolled his eyes, reaching up to take your hands in his.  He brought them to his mouth and began pressing kisses into your knuckles.  “What I need is some sleep.”  He turned your hands over to press a kiss into each palm and then moved lower to kiss where your pulse was strong on the inside of your wrists.  “Preferably with you at my side.”

“Is that an order?”  You rolled your eyes at the raised eyebrow on his face and then corrected yourself.  “I’m sorry, is that an order Capitano?”

“Sì!  The very highest of orders.”  

He dropped your hands and immediately went over to the small bed along the wall.  You shyly looked away, expecting him to work on removing some of his clothes but when the bed springs creaked noisily you looked back to see him sprawled across your bed fully clothed.

“Hey!  Ugh Copia, you’re getting everything dirty!”  He mumbled something in Italian as you unbuttoned his vest, turning away from you so he was facing the wall.  You straightened up to glare down at him, annoyed at all the grease and dirt you could already see on your clean blankets.  “At least take your damned boots off.”

His only response was more grumbling so you took them off yourself, wrinkling your nose and quickly dropping them to the floor when they were off.  Copia was already still, his quiet snores filling the room when you took a step back from the bed.  It was rare to see him so peaceful.  Ever since you had met him he always seemed to be on the move.  Whether it was strolling along the deck of his ship or elbow deep in some machine or even following you around like his little clockwork rats followed him, Copia was rarely still.

It made moments like this special.

You took a few steps back from the bed, wincing when the floorboards creaked under your feet.  While he napped you could work on the new engine designs.  Everything needed to be reimagined and rebuilt, parts needed to be bought, parts needed to be stolen…there was so much to do.  Too much to do and precious little time to do it in.  But Copia needed this, he needed rest.  You would never deny him that.

“Are you staring at me while I sleep?”

His voice startled you and when your eyes focused on him again he was looking over his shoulder grinning like an idiot.  

“More like glaring.  You’ve gotten grease over everything.  Again.”

“A little grease never hurt anyone.”  He rolled onto his back and held a hand out, his gloved fingers wiggling in your direction.  “Come here.”

“Copia I have to finish this.”  

“And you will, but right now you should rest.  With me.”  When you remained unmoved he stuck his bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout.  “Per favore.”

You shouldn’t, you really shouldn’t.  And not just because you did really need to finish the diagram you were working on but also because whatever was developing between you and Copia was filling your head and heart with all sorts of ideas.  Ideas you weren’t sure could ever actually happen, not with so much on the line right now.  But maybe that was reason enough to let whatever was going on develop.

Not knowing what tomorrow would bring was reason enough to take a chance.

“Alright, fine.”  

His glove was warm under your hand when you let him tug you into bed.  He scooted over just a bit more, enough to give you some more room but not enough that you had no other choice but to be pressed against him.  Copia was humming a jaunty tune as you got settled, your head finally resting on his shoulder and one of your arms wrapped around his waist.

“See?  Questo è buono.”  He took your hand resting on his stomach in one of his and gave it a squeeze.  “Good, right?”

You closed your eyes for a moment, burying your nose in his shirt and collecting yourself before you answered, “It’s very good, Copia.”

“Ah ah, it’s Capit–ai!”

He jerked away when you pinched his side, giving you the same look that used to scare you but now it just made you smile.

“My apologies.”  You rubbed your hand over where you pinched him and his body soon relaxed again, his eyes once more beginning to droop.  “It’s very good, Capitano.”

His lips pulled up in a soft smile but you could tell he was already falling asleep.  You shifted a bit next to him to get comfortable again and it wasn’t long before you were joining him.  The hum of the ship and the sounds of his breathing following you into your dreams.

~ Naps With Copia series masterpost ~

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[thevoidsheep]

Routine checkup with Sun (Steampunk!AU)

Cw: Suggestive, flustered reader

You’re in the workshop doing some mechanical work. Sun had some work needed to be done on one of his shoulders, to keep things up to date. He had reported a squeaking noise coming from the joint—probably just needed to be lubricated, but your boss insisted on getting him checked out more thoroughly; oh well.

He’s laid down comfortably in a chair while you work on his shoulder, heavily focused on the inner mechanisms of the joint, forgetting your immediate surroundings. The two of you sit similarly to one who would be getting a tattoo. You inattentively have your tongue sticking out when you reach some more finicky spots on the area, sucking in your cheek occasionally when lost in thought.

He observes you closely, smiling at how mindful you work your tools to make sure he’s working at maximum efficiency, less you wish to hear more of the boss’ bickering.

The Sunbot chuckles, “You sure know your way around, Sunbite, so gentle as well.~”, his optics shine brightly, trailing off from where you work on his shoulder and running up your arm, resting itself on your face.

You brush it off as another one of his attempts to flatter you, failing to hide a smirk and you tut at the tease. He chuckles and the silence in the room thickens, only disrupted by the rhythmic clicking of the clock that hangs above the door of the workshop.

You usually would be listening to music in any other case, or perhaps tuning in to one of the radio stations, but such a check-up required more of your senses, so you decide against the leisure of background noise.

Eventually you finish your work, setting down your tools confidently, “can you move your arm for me?”, your tone is flat and simple, purely focused on making sure the linkage of his extremity is working as intended. He flexes his fingers and moves his arm, calibrating and doing an internal diagnosis.

He then suddenly stretches his arm out to you, gliding his fingers under your chin, “seems everything is up and running, thanks to your expertise, Sunbite~”, his eyes narrow playfully and his head tilts with the sound of a soft metal click, observing your reaction.

He notices the blush you attempt hopelessly to hide and he chuckles, his bright yellow optics flash slightly in reaction and you can see his grin stretch and thin out; the first step to his advancements seems to have worked, and he was only getting started. You brush it off as best you can as you quickly divert your focus back to your work, continuing to check on his other functions, as per protocol.

You make him test his rays and they spin as normal, rotating in either direction with ease. Retraction isn’t a problem either as Sun demonstrates the functions, pulling in each rays individually and finishing off with a full retraction. No problems there–check.

The arms, then. You go through the routine flexibility test, having him twirl the joints of his shoulders and wrist, bending the elbows and each segment for each digit. “Working like a charm”, he says satisfied, giving you another sly grin making your stomach flutter just a bit–...check.

Next up, the torso. He tilts in stretching motions like you would before a workout; left then right, extending his arms above his head into the lean. The orangish light of his chassis glows brightly under the protective brass cage. In addition, you check his twirl function connected at the waist; a little feature Afton wanted added to make performances more exotic.. “unique” was the word he used. Everything seems to be working fine, so you check that off the list.

Lastly, the legs. He straightens his lower limbs, swapping between each one, and it reminds you of a ballet dance practice. Then they bend, first the knees and hip joints, pulling his legs up in intervals, checking balance while we’re at it. Finally bending his feet. Alright, that works too. “Alrighty then”, you finish, snapping the book you hold shut and setting it to the side on your workbench, illuminated under the lamp where you always leave it.

“Would you like a performance check while you’re at it?~”, he states his query with a smile you can only describe with a playful dalliance. You raise an eyebrow with immediate suspicion, furrowing the other. He only smiles at you, waiting patiently for your response as he observes you closely—as he always does.

Looking down at the calendar on your desk you spot the date and sigh, “well I suppose there’s no reason against that, your next check-up would be a couple of days from now anyways..”, your voice trails off.

Grabbing out your book, you flip to the pages for a performance testing protocol with a conditioned motion. You can’t help but notice him usher closer to you as you flip through the pages, feeling his presence loom over you with a playful eagerness.

You allow him to pick out the song. He chooses a slow-paced song, starting off with a melodic guitar riff, gaining soft dream-like percussions as the vocals begin, sensual and firm concurrently. He begins to move, and you know you’re in for it because he sheerly focuses his movements on you, as he should, but you feel an agitation in your chest nonetheless as your heart skips a beat.

The dance starts slowly, first starting small on your arms, moving with the beat, flowing down to your hands. He pulls you close in a practiced motion as the melody kicks up, holding your waist with one hand, his other flowing with the music filling the barren workshop.

Taking control of you as he pushes you two apart, he twirls the both of you around each other, catching you by the waist, pulling your hips close in a dip.

The music pauses for just a moment. The tension rises to your neck, and there’s no more denying that you feel at least a bit flustered.

As the music kicks in again, the melody is mellow, though the vocals definitely feel heightened in passion.

Sun’s still-free hand reaches up to the posterior of your neck, barely grazing the hairline with his claws as his thumb slides across the corner of your jaw. His claw tickles you as he brings it forward just behind your ear. You shiver, your breath gets shaky, even if for a moment.

His smug little grin threatens to split his visage, your faces barely from touching. “I never knew you could dance~”, he teases, bringing the both of you back up, holding you close.

“You and I both know I made you with the intention of helping non-dancers, so don’t flatter yourself.” A snarky chuckle escapes you as your eyebrows furrow with humor. You designed him to lead the other in performances, but that doesn’t stop you from feeling the tension building in the air as his eyes rested on yours; you hear a soft purr mimicking a hum and you swallow sheepishly.

You divert your gaze from the tall solar automaton. He retracts his rays, making it easier to lay a provocative kiss where he teased your jaw just moments before, sending a tingling rouse down your neck as you grab onto him in reaction, clutching the book in your other hand.

Your eyes dart back to him and you feel your chest flush up. You note to check off the list for the performance protocol.

As if he read your thoughts, “so I suppose my performance is well and functional?~”

“Damn you and your rhetorical questions.” – “I’ll take that as a yes~”, he muses aloud with a sly chuckle.

Dancing and guiding you around the room to his heart's content and in time to the end of the song, stopping the track, you consign on the edge of your workbench. You quickly drop the handbook in absent mindedness when you bump up against the desk, supporting yourself on the ledge where Sun has led you, right in his grasp; his eyes set keenly on you, scanning your body ever so carefully.

“Sun-”

“Ah-”, he tuts with a smile, holding his index to your lips before you can challenge his intentions. Lost in a second of thought, you admit you enjoy the treatment from Sun, feeling a sort of guilty pleasure in the heat of the moment. The silence is deafening, enhancing the charged atmosphere of the room

He replaces his index with a thumb that pulls at your bottom lip, a shaky breath leaves you as the two of you watch each other. You can feel your heart race.

You both lean in for a kiss, nice and slow, he’s holding your lip still with his thumb, parting your lips slightly. The seconds stretch into forever as the distance closes between the two of you. You almost close your eyes when–

He stops.

“Wh-..”, you blink.

“Eager, are we?~”, the animatronic sun chirps with a taunting amusement. His finger traces itself down your chin, sliding to the jugular of your neck and a knot builds up before you can respond.

You part your lips, wanting to speak but you’re interrupted yet again as Sun surprises you with an amorous kiss. He holds you tightly by your nape, his fingers dig through your hair, lightly tugging, but soft enough not to pull. His gentle lips hold yours close to him as he supports you with a firm grip on your waist, dipping you once more as you shift your support onto your elbows.

One last time, you part your lips and he pulls away, bringing you up with him and your eyes lock, the flushed expression on your face gives him a sort of satisfaction seeing you this way, yet there’s a tenderness in his eyes.

You swallow, “I-.. I’ll check that off as a success.. then.”

He all but chuckles, wavering the energy into that of affection. “That’s good to hear.”