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miseries-mistress · 1 year

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Okay idk if you write for commander wolffe or ahsoka but if you do can you write something spicy for either of them. You choose who idc, I’m just so down for these two LMAO

Also ur writing is so amazing, like it’s indescribably good ♥︎♥︎

RIPPED AWAY (SEWN TOGETHER) | COMMANDER WOLFFE

Synopsis: You wanted to shout, scream into the night to release your pent-up frustration boiling inside of you. The battle to take a separatist base was fruitless, and with Anakin's instance that none of you retreat and keep pushing forward, despite your protests leads to Ahsoka's injury. In your haste to retrieve Ahsoka, you step away from the ranks to her body in the center of the clearing. Chaos ensues.

Warnings: female reader, wolffe being mean, like more than usual, but it's okay bc i love mean men, injury, canon typical violence, blood, gore, injury, all the good stuff. W/C: 3,880

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The battle raged like a storm without end, with each wave of blaster fire raining down upon you with the strength only death alone could possess. It didn't matter how many droids your men shot down or how many shots you and Anakin deflected. It wasn't enough.

Clouds of smoke spiraled around you, obscuring the moon while your body ached for respite under cover of the ever-twinkling stars. Retreat was becoming more of a prospect by the second, yet another dark reality to face as another volley of bombs dropped in your vicinity, the ear-piercing screams quelled by the exchange of blaster fire.

Another bolt was deflected. Another droid is down. Another man down. The cycle was endless, and you've had enough.

"Anakin!" you screamed over the clanking droids. "We need to retreat!"

Anakin's head whipped around to face you, his eyes wide before his eyebrows knitted in frustration, his face twisting in defiance.

"We can take the base!" he shouts, and a man behind you thuds to the ground, his organs mixing with the sloppy sludge of oil, mud, and blood. "If we can break their defenses–"

"The men can't hold out that long, and neither can we! Regrouping is our only hope of surviving this! We are losing them by the minute!"

"We hold our position. That's final!"

You wanted to scream, tear the hair out of your head if that meant reasoning with him. If this was your mission, you would have pulled back ages ago, having realized staying here any longer would be fruitless. Their forces were simply too many, overwhelming quick thoughts of attack. You needed a strategy, and it would be impossible to form one in the heat of battle while you deflected oncoming advancements.

You racked your brain for a solution, frantic to figure out some kind of strategy to not only reduce casualties but also take the separatist base. That was until a crackling, uneven voice spoke urgently over your and Anakin's commlink, his voice barely audible. "Commander Tano is down."

Every nerve, vein, and blood vessel was doused in frozen water, your blood running cold as you could feel it draining from the pores in your face. You've never seen Anakin move so fast, stepping back so Rex could cover him. "What?! Where are you?!"

"We are overrun– we need to pull back," the trooper spoke again, despair thickly coating his entreaty.

"Send your coordinates and hold your position," Anakin orders. You could feel, not in the Force, but physically feel his solicitude radiating off him in unprecedented waves of dread before switching off the commlink.

"General, go to Ahsoka's position! Rex and I will hold out here!" he orders you with the swiftness and composure he could muster under the circumstances. You curtly nod, your apprehension for Ahsoka outweighing your frustration.

You turn to your commander, your boots sticking to the mud and clinging to your feet. "Wolffe, Comet, and Boost, you're with me. Sinker, you lead the men while I recover, Commander Tano."

"Yes, sir." Wolffe squeezes Sinker's shoulder before the three troopers follow you as you weave through blaster fire, looking down at the coordinates Anakin sent you every couple of seconds.

The noise of battle is deafening. A sound that often haunts soldiers' dreams is all that pounds in a hysterical beat against your skull. Dirt and rubble fly around you, men howl in pain, and superiors scream orders in the faint hope of not seeing more numbers on a list of the fallen. Each sound terrorizes you, engulfs you in dark, endless black water, fated to drown you if you stop kicking for the surface where the light resides instead of the void of the darkness beneath you. All your years of training to become a Jedi and being one could never prepare you for this.

You reach Ahsoka's position in record time, and immediately you are met with red bolts of blaster fire showering upon you. It was worse, so much worse than where you held out with Anakin, and it showed by the disfigured bodies of blue and gray armor stacked upon each other, the stench of death almost too much to bear.

"Over here, general!" You follow the voice, your feet slapping against the mud as you catch sight of Ahsoka. She was groaning, her hand covering what you could already see as a nasty wound, the skin around it scorched and inflamed. Thick dark red blood oozed around her fingers as another clone pulled her back. He was almost to your position when a flash of light collided with his armor, and his body smashed to the ground next to her.

Your lightsaber sprang to life with a snapping hiss as you began defending Ahsoka's injured form. Wolffe, Comet, and Boost joined the battle as you did, reemerging into the flow of war.

You tried to inch forward to her position in the middle of the clearing with every battle droid that smashed into the grimy soil, but your efforts were in vain. For every droid that fell, another replaced it. Reinforcements flooded in an endless stream of metal as the bodies beside you grew, your friend's life force dwindling as she slowly bled out, so close yet so far. If only–

Your body slammed into the ground, your arms crumpling beneath your weight. There was an obnoxious high-pitched ringing in your ears, blocking the sound of anything else besides your thundering heartbeat. You blinked, clearing the black spots that had begun to dot your vision, the shock hitting you in full. The infinite dark sky is speckled with luminescent stars, mockingly watching you as they laugh at your collapsed form, doused in the weakest breath of strength.

Ahsoka.

You could see her closer now, and your head swam with the force of whatever injury you sustained that you couldn't feel. But it didn't matter. Nothing mattered except getting Ahsoka to safety. Whatever it was, it wasn't severe enough to stop you from stumbling to her, your body throbbing with the phantom of agony as you all but collapsed beside her, your knees wet with silt. You shook her with a ghost of the power you possess, your hands violently shaking as her eyes remained shut. Tears swam in your vision while your chest painfully constricted as you shook her harder, only for her eyes to crack open a moment later, her face covered in a thin sheen of sweat and ash. You could almost collapse in the burden of your injury and hers, but you held yourself up, not brave enough to look at her wound.

"Ahsoka," you cried in relief, and her features wrung in pain as she returned to a more steady form of consciousness, no doubt feeling the weight of her injuries. "I'm going to get you out of here."

"I-I'm okay," she wheezed as your arms dived under her head and knees, slowly rising to your feet with her. Colors flashed blindingly in your vision, and lightheadedness and dizziness nearly swept you off your feet. No matter how much your body screamed at you, threatening to crumple, your will filled your chest like a breath of fresh air, stealing your resolve. You had to do this. You had to push through, not for your sake, but for the young Padawan in your arms.

You two made it behind your forces, and a clamor of voices finally reached your ears after too long of nothing but ear-splitting ringing.

"They're back! Fall back! Fall back!" someone ordered as the rest of the men began to retreat to the carriers behind you to take you back to base. Even though with each step, pure singing misery rippled down your spine, you pushed for the promise of safety.

When you entered, the doors closed and lifted into the murky sky. A couple of troopers rushed to your side, carefully taking Ahsoka from your arms and scurrying off to the medical center buried deeply in the confines of the ship. Clones around you dispersed to their positions, and you cautiously lowered yourself to the ground, forgoing the seats as you leaned your head back. The ship was silent besides the roar of the engines, which you hid your labored breathing behind. Every expansion of your lungs felt like you were being burned within an inch of your life, seizing the air from your breast in one fell swoop. Tentatively you lifted your robes, hissing when the fabric caught on your impairment, only for your breath to be sucked back into your irritated lungs. Your exposed flesh was spitting out crimson liquid, the edges of your wound charred in a sickening state of black, and you could faintly smell your burning flesh, binding the torn fabric of your tunic to your heaving meat.

Just a graze, you thought to yourself as you lowered your tunic, something that could be dealt with when you reach Coruscant.

"You…okay?" a hesitant voice reaches your ears, and you turn your head to find Wolffe leaning against the doorway, his eyebrows drawn together in concern. It wasn't a look you often saw on him, making your chest tighten as if someone had reached into there and squeezed with all their might to rob the breath from your lungs. You find the same emotion inexplicably rising in the back of your throat.

"Yeah, yeah, just tired. That's all," you lie, pinching your lips as the intensity of your burned nerves sharpens by the minute.

He raises an eyebrow, his chin jerking forward. "Then what's all that blood for, sweetheart?"

Shit. You glance down to find that your blood has, in fact, seeped through your clothing, the dark patch expanding into the woven fabric of your wear.

"It-It's not mine. No need to worry," you grit your teeth. Wolffe scowls, and it's then you know you've lost the uphill battle of pride you were fighting. You sigh, slinking further against the wall, and he takes this as your sign of defeat.

"When were you planning on telling me? Before or after you bleed to death?" He kneels in front of you, and you cringe at the bite in his words.

"You're being over dramatic. I'm fine, Wolffe." you roll your eyes at his antics, but he scoots closer. Even when taking a knee in front of you, he seems to tower above you, his stoic presence alone engulfing the room. It's impossible not to notice the concern that laces his features as he gulps, his adam's apple bobbing.

"You're covered in blood," he points out.

"Like I said, it's nothing–" You yelp, doubling forward when he roughly shoves two fingers into your wound, blood instantly staining your outer robes from your tunic.

"Fucking liar," he snarls before standing up, his eyes flickering around the room for the first aid kit. You groan, curling within yourself as the damaged skin throbs from Wolffe's painful jab, your vision blurring around the edges as you try to keep your eyes focused, only for him to leave your peripheral a second later. Your eyes begin to droop as the weight of battle, and your injury finally starts to percolate the very fiber of your being. Sleep is now a call from the heavens, a gentle hand forcing your eyes to shut.

There is a clanging sound as a box hits the floor, and out of curiosity, one eye cracks open. Wolffe is back, digging fervently through the med kit on the floor for something…most likely for you. Your eyelids begin to close once more, now at peace knowing Wolffe would take the pain from you as he has done many times before.

Just as you began to drift off, the pain returned, only doubling in vehemence. You bite back a scream as the clothes melted into your pulsating raw flesh are ripped away. Wolffe places a firm hand over your chest to keep you from doubling over.

You throb with white-hot agony, every nerve alight as it feels like thousands of boiling hot needles are being shoved into your skin and torn out simultaneously. Your eyes squeeze shut, fat tears collecting in your scrunched waterline. Behind your eyelids, you can see a kaleidoscope of bright colors dancing across the infinite void behind your eyes.

The searing pain dulls as something cold and slippery runs over the affected area, the scalding burn dissolving into a dull throb.

"Shit, Wolffe," you whimper as he presses the bacta into your charred skin, his fingers roughly moving into every crevice of your wound.

"If you wanted gentle, you should have asked for my vod instead," he gruffly replied as you hissed in pain. The bacta was doing its job of settling the fiery burn eating at your flesh, but his hands were far from delicate, and you considered the idea that he was purposely trying to make this hurt more than it should. "Or told me sooner."

"You could be a little nicer. After all, I am–" you grit your teeth as fingers swirl over your side with unnecessary force. "Injured," you finish weakly, slipping further into your position on the floor as he begins to wrap the wound.

"If you weren't such a brat and tried to lie to me, we wouldn't be in this position, now would we?" he growls, his voice a baritone lower and substantially more gravelly. His eye flares and his lips curl into a snarl in his malice. You advert your gaze, shame filling your sternum, and you can't help but wallow in it while Wolffe finishes patching you up.

He sits back on his heels, admiring his work while your disheartened expression not going unnoticed by the burly commander. Those feelings, the ones he'd tried to suppress when he witnessed what appeared to be a fall while retrieving Ahsoka, which was now revealed as a blaster wound, came swarming to the surface, brimming at the edge of release. These emotions were dark and tenebrous and made his chest constrict with each second they remained pent up.

You were a Jedi, you didn't get injured. It was something he never had to fret about whenever you stepped onto the battlefield, but today...today proved that wrong in the nastiest way possible. Your flirt with death was unnecessary and reckless, a show of independence and strength. Your refusal to rely on Wolffe or his men to aid you resulted in your life-threatening injury and the worst part was there was nothing he could do to stop it.

"What you did today was reckless." Your gaze travels from the durasteel floor to the intense silver of his cybernetic eye, the crease between your eyebrows deepening at his accusation.

"What I did today saved Ahsoka's life."

"You needlessly put your life on the line instead of relying on your men to help you."

"I did not." you defend yourself, tenderly crossing your arms over your chest with an indignant huff.

"That's exactly what you did," he snarled. "Don't even try to bullshit your way out of this."

"I'm not!" you exclaim, wincing at the strain you caused on your side from your outburst. "I did what I had to do without risking your lives!"

"Oh, so now you pretend to care," he chuckles darkly. "You seemed too preoccupied with your little hero moment, sweetheart. I almost had the wrong impression."

Your eyes narrowed into crinkled slits, coldness bleeding into your gaze. "I was mindful of the risk and decided it was one I alone had to take!"

"And look where you wound up."

"You're a piece of shit," you spit. "You don't get to harass me about my choices."

"If I wanted to harass you, I would. I'm trying to get it in your thick skull not to put yourself in such unnecessary danger again."

"Oh, you're just full of nice things, aren't you, Wolffe?" you scoff, rolling your eyes skyward while your heart writhes in bitterness.

"Only for you," he sneered in retaliation.

The bickering is childish, but both of you don't seem to realize it, too caught up in your own bouts of fury to even consider the other person's words. It's horrible, but it's the only way you can talk to each other unfiltered, without lies to ease the validity of the situation. If you took a moment to collect yourself and remove yourself from the fervent argument, you're afraid he would stop spewing out what he truly feels in harsh comments and resign to silence, bottling up his emotions as he has done all his life. Wolffe's never been one to find the right words or the will to express what's eating away at his war-stained mind. You blame it on the Kamanoins and the environment he was raised in, which is why any progress in opening up the impenetrable vault of his heart is better than nothing, even if it means being on the receiving end of his insults. But, of course, you are not entirely focused on that, your anger stirring at his unreasonableness to listen to you, which in turn only eggs him on. And if you weren't so caught up in your emotions, you would realize that his invectives come from a place of regard for your safety and well-being after you were nearly killed.

It's not a familial care like he shares with his brothers, but a tender, heart-wrenching fear foreign to a battle-hardened soldier such as himself, hence his inability to process the emotion, turning to lash out in his distress. But of course, that goes over your head, nothing but determination fueling your self-righteous point of view.

You two stare at each other, and in your own rage, muddled aggravation, you can't pick out the exact emotion swimming in his irises, pushing and pulling against each other.

"If you are going to continue to be a prick, leave me alone. I'm done trying to deal with your bullshit," you bark, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip to muffle your whimper as you adjust yourself, your wound pricking at the stretch in your torso.

Wolffe's eyes seem to soften at that moment as their former fiery irises give way to the ocean of regret that fills them. He wilts, his hand finding its way to his hair, carding through it in search of the right words.

"You almost died." It's not a question or command but a statement- a fact. Words fail you as you continue to stare into his mismatched gaze. "Your reckless behavior almost got you killed."

"But it didn't." You stare at him, begging him to notice your reassurance, to take it with open arms, but he doesn't. Wolffe is too wrapped up in the unfamiliar surge of emotions making his chest strangle with the lump impossibly forming in his throat. He wasn't used to this kind of trepidation for someone else, a worry running so profound it was stifling him.

"If I wasn't there..."

"Wolffe–"

"No– fuck listen to me...You would have died." You wrenched your gaze away from him as tears welled in the back of your eyes, the weight of your actions bearing down upon you with the ease only regret could tame.

"You could have died," his strangled voice bit out as you digested each word, your stomach sinking all the while. "God damn it, look at me."

Your gaze is ripped from the floor when Wolffe grabs your face, forcing you to stare into his eyes, muddled with too many gut-wrenching feelings to process. "Fuck– you can't do that to me. Can't… can't do that to me."

His words are awkward and unsteady as if he doesn't know how to, but there's a desperate plea for your understanding. He wants you to comprehend every word his tongue can't form, every emotion threatening to swallow him up and spit him out, as every facade comes crashing down in his moment of desperation.

So instead of talking, you lean over, despite your discomfort, and capture his lips between your own. He holds his breath, his body rigid with the sensation of your warm lips cracked by your constant biting. Then he understands the suddenness behind your actions, and his hands find your face instantly, pouring everything out into the open. His lips are feverish, swollen with spirit. He moves his mouth to taste the essence of your life, to devour your sweet taste as if it was the last thing he would ever do. It's as if he's reassuring himself of your beating heart (and flushed cheeks) as his tongue moves over your lips to seek refuge in the cavern of your mouth he calls home.

You don't see Wolffe in distress very often. Instead, you see a mask of calm, composed ruthlessness shielding his ever-cracked and dismantled soul. Your ability to peer through his walls frightened him at first, but over time as you spilled your hearts to one another over and over again, he found less of a need to keep the shields he had readily put in place, an action that came over time. Now, while his lips swallowed yours in a frenzy, his worry, an emotion that would make him a liability in war, was being poured over you. It was passionate how he moved over you, his hands moving to cup your face while the other slid across various parts of your body. He knew his action was not a display of lust but a solace to himself that you were, in fact, here, despite the deepest horrors his mind could conjure.

As the embrace slowed to a halt, pulling away for a gulp of air, the tension that once smothered the room in its toxic fumes dissipated, leaving peaceful tranquility in its wake.

"Don't do that shit again, you hear me?" he breathes, his voice hardened by the lilith that tainted his words.

"Okay." You nod along with your promise. "Okay."

His body sagged with relief at your reply, a short breath of air leaving his lips.

"I'm sorry." Wolffe shook his head, dismissing your apology. With the condolence you had so given him, the lingering air of hostility melted, and while it didn't soothe the ever-present fear that came with combat and your safety, the unspoken promise that you would heed his words and move less hastily without care for your life was enough for him. He knew you couldn't give him anything more because anything more would be a lie. His hand moved to cup your face as you nuzzled in the ever-present warmth of his hand, praying that your moment of reprieve would last forever.

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chorizoa · 6 months

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entrail of faith — könig x reader

i have not properly written a fic or a snippet in so long, and I am physically aching to do so :3 plus, been obsessed with this man for like 3 months straight and it is NOT letting up— so, let me be indulgent, and nasty, and vile, and awesome while I cook up literary genius. (pls do not read my stuff if ur a minor ily mwah)

i hope u like :3 (cuz if u do I'm writing more)

cw: mentions of sex, force, and kidnapping, reader is mostly oblivious, Konig is just nasty and I'm shameless about it

synopsis(sorta): König has been a little crazy stalker, and you finally get close enough for him to make a move

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Konig was a good man, a routine man. His mother and grandmother had beaten manners into him, and daddy had his face shoved into a bible every Sunday morning. Everything was intentional, down to the way he stored his razors, all the way deep down to the way he shamefully ruts into his calloused palm each night. It all mattered— obsessively mattered.

Konig was a good man, a strong man. He tried so hard to keep his thoughts pure, be gentle with himself and others— lumbering about as if he were an animal latched to a ball and chain, a monster in the eyes of rookies and civilians alike— but he tried.

He can kill a man in less than ten seconds without a weapon, five with. He can dismember a corpse, and make someone seem as if they had never existed to begin with— he isn't a man of softness, he isn't a man who deserves a gentle hand, only his own thick mits that've been stained with decades of blood.

He wasn't a man of softness—until he saw you. Effortless you. With your smile, the flowery trail of scent that tickled his nose in your wake, those fucking eyes— Konig tried to be a good man, but he wanted to so badly see them glossed over, heavy with arousal and desperation. How they'd roll when he—

Konig tried to be a good man.

— Sir? Are you ready to order?

Scheiße. Those eyes again, the way they fluttered— it was almost enough to distract him from the way that dingy little waitress get-up clung to your all-encompassing frame— and hearing the word sir so obediently drip from your swelled lips made his cock twitch in his pants. Thank God he'd opted for the cargos today, and thank him again because you were such a good girl, you'd never peek.

Not that you'd have a chance, he loomed over you even at seated height— forcing your eyes up to meet his, seeming just much too big for the booth he shoved himself in— but, he was still shameless in the way his eyes roamed over you. At least you had the assurance he'd tip well.

— Ah- Ja, sorry Kätzen..

He cleared his throat, nervously tugging at the lip of his black surgical mask, his eyes darting about behind thick sunglasses. You're so pretty— what was he doing again? Ah, right, food. He wasn't hungry, not for anything they had here, except for you— but that wouldn't be a suitable answer, no, not for a precious little thing like you.

He could practically taste the aura that rolled off of you, you were no whore.

— Coffee- black, please. If it's not too much trouble.

Of course it wasn't too much trouble, it was your job. He was cursing himself internally, saying such stupid things to such a lovely girl. It would be easier if you were stuffed with his girth already, crying and spluttering as you struggled to fit him properly— he wouldn't say stupid shit then, but then you giggle- oh, fuck, you giggle and all the sudden he needs a freezing cold shower.

— Of course not, sir, will that be all?

Sweet girl, you should know not to smile at a man like that. Not a man like him, especially when his mind is full of bending you over this table and ruining that pretty head of yours.

— Yes, thank you, schätzchen.

He hoped you didn't know German, he hoped you were oblivious enough to let the way he was ripping your clothes to shred with his eyes go unnoticed— and of course, because you're such a good girl, it did.

— My pleasure- I'll be back in just a moment.

You are so polite, so sweet and efficient. He'd been watching you for a time now, the way you'd bustle about the café, being so kind even when majority of the creatures in here didn't deserve your time of day, not like he did— no, not anything like he did.

If he had it his way, you'd never work again. He'd throw money at you like it was a religion, give you all the codes and numbers to every bank account in his name— let you go on a spending spree, spoil you with fine lace and even better food. KorTac paid him enough, and he didn't spend a dime unless he needed something— unless he was indulging in you.

If he had it his way, you'd be dumb and obedient, you'd placate yourself to being his sweet little toy— and, oh, how he'd reward you for it. He'd keep you full of his seed, and happy with whatever object caught your affections, he'd build a goddamn castle for you. He'd never deny you a thing, as long as you kept looking at him like the most important person to exist— even if you were just doing your job.

— Your coffee, sir— oh, and careful, I just had them brew it.

Oh, you're such a darling. Fresh coffee? Just for him? You might as well give him your ring size now, he hopes you want kids.

— Lovely, Schatz, thank you.

— Of course, enjoy.

He almost felt crestfallen as you placed the bill next to him, and sauntered away, but your swaying hips could heal even the most shattered bones. Angels above, you were such a perfect thing— so innocent and lovely, you'd need to be protected, you'd need to be saved.

The heat of the coffee was nothing compared to the widely gaped blood vessels under his skin— breath threatening to catch everything he got a glimpse of you traipsing about. He had to make sure you were well distracted every time he dove in for a sip, you couldn't see his face, not yet.

If he were a better man, a more confident man, he'd leave you his number. He'd clean himself up, start a good conversation with you— take you to a fine dinner, even though he so hated the idea of something so insanely public. If he were half the man he held himself as, he wouldn't be salivating over you in an empty corner of the café.

Konig tried to be a good man, but he was slimy. He was a pervert, a danger— he'd never harm anyone— save for the men whose blood stained his hands, but he'd found himself craving indulgence in dark fantasies more than once. He was nasty, he was a monster, but he wanted to be soft for you. Simply, he wanted you, but his therapist would strongly advise against it— counseling that maybe, just maybe it's not best for his obsessive psyche.

Whatever, you'd learn to love it.

He had his reluctant fill of ogling, the tightening of his pants becoming too much to ignore, and the clatter of dishes becoming grating on his sensitive ears— he had to leave at some point. His coffee cup had long run dry, and he hadn't had the courage to waive you over for another.

If he were a better man, he'd leave you his number, but a crisp hundred to cover the bill— and leave you a tip to keep you fed— would definitely suffice. He tucked it under his coffee mug shamefully, wishing he just had the sack to speak to you— but that irritating fear of rejection always held him just at arms length.

How badly he wished he could just take you.

Everything else that wasn't you was boring, the streets were dull and gray, and rain drizzled like piss— just another way for God to mock him, punishment for his lustful behavior. Father would have a field day with him, if only he knew.

He stuffed his hands in the pocket of his soft-shell coat, rain pattering against it in an almost melodic sound. Nothing like your voice, though, oh nothing like that sound.

— Sir!

See, nothing like it, and he can't stop imagining it.

— Sir, you forgot your phone!

Oh, oh, he's not imagining that.

He whips around almost too fast, seeing you skirt on your heels as you stop your quick advance in front of him— his phone outstretched in a waiting hand. You really were such a lovely thing.

— Oh! Gott.. thank you, liebling— would have lost my head.

He wished he sounded.. cooler, smoother. But, he sounded like an inexperienced teen, stuck in a giants body. Always cringing at the sound of his own voice, but you smile and his world just fucking shifts— he couldn't give a shit how he sounded.

— it's- it's no worry, sir, I understand that.

Oh, your laugh, it's so sweet. He wants to touch you, grab you and squeeze you.

— I wanted to thank you actually- for the tip, I mean.. that was very generous of you—..?

You pause, trailing off as you look up at him. You want something, oh what is it maus? Anything. Say it, tell him— Oh, you want his name. His name. He has to fight the grin on his face.

— König— and do not worry yourself, Maus, it is no trouble. You work hard.

Now he's nonchalant, now he's found his groove. Keep being so humble, keep pretending like you don't want him to shower you in his endless wealth; keep looking up at him with those eyes that would be so much prettier coated in tears as you gagged on his thickness.

— Well, regardless, thank you, König.

Fuck, the way those pretty lips move with the pronunciation of his name— and you didn't miss a single vowel, what a good girl, what a smart girl. Oh, how he wanted to praise you like the good puppy you are, a collar with his name attached would be so pretty on you.

— Truly, Schatz, don't mention it— but, uhm-

Ah, he trailed, his fingers fidgeting with the lint of his pocket. Did he say it? Did he go for it? Either she'd be creeped, and run, or she'd be flattered— maybe even accepting. He had to keep it black and white, or he'd explode.

— Do you mind if I give you my number, liebling? I'd uh- I'd very much like to see you.. more.

Oh, he sounded like a fucking fool, and you looked so cute and patient; he was so used to drunken one-night stands, or shooting blanks into his hand when one just wasn't enough— this was so much harder when you looked like a literal angel to him, and not some cheap bimbo.

So patient, he wondered if you'd be like that while he railed you— even when you couldn't take it anymore. You were blushing, and he wanted to add tears to it, you were nervously fidgeting with your fingers, and he imagined them around his cock.

— Not at all, sir..

Today's a beautiful day. A lovely day even, the clouds had split just for him to bask in the loveliness of heaven's light— you sweet angel, you had no idea what you'd signed yourself up for.

— Perfekt. Hand me your phone, little one.

And you did, almost eagerly, such a good girl already. Following his orders so nicely, of course you did, even unlocking it before you passed it over.

His fingers never felt so nimble over a touchscreen, typing in his contact as if it were as easy as breathing— you seemed so shy, so nervous, it only made him confident. You made him confident, and he couldn't get enough.

— There you are, send me a text later, hm?

He hands the phone back grinning, he'd reward her for being so compliant— maybe work her open on his fingers just for now, a window of opportunity was wide open for him, and you were blushing all innocent and star-struck in front of him. He could not wait to ruin you.

— Yes, sir- König.. I'll do that. See you later!

— See you, maus.

Oh, you're so cute. You're so shy and it letting him read you like a filthy book. He knew you hadn't been taken care of, he knew you desperately needed satisfaction— and he'd give it to you tenfold, a sweet little thing like you deserved it. Especially since you did such a good job of hiding it behind that precious little smile.

Those eyes, they told him everything.

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pt.2 :3

#könig x reader #könig cod #konig mw2 #omg i love him #cod konig #konig modern warfare #he's crazy and I'm living for it #i want him so bad #i desire him carnally #stalker :3 #bad nasty boy #Dirty man

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moi5t-fk-fruit · 9 months

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.⋆ Tension

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Fem!Reader

𖤐 Summary: Stuck in a beaten up car with your Lieutenant hours away from base. The cold air in the car isn’t the only thing making you tense.

𖤐 Warning: Implied sexual tension and thoughts, swearing, mentions of argument.

𖤐 Genre/Notes: Use of Y/N! Enemies to Lovers Trope? Smut in the next part?!

𖤐 A/N: First time posting but been here for a long time reading! This is just a part of a fanfic I want to start with ur fav Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley ;) Keep in mind that this might be a total bag of shit, however I want to try anyway! Be Kind and Thx for reading <3

Part 1 part 2 Part 3

It had been a successful mission to say the least. The only problem was you disobeying the big guy wearing a skeleton mask. You expected a thank you out of Ghost, but you weren’t surprised when he called you a fucking idiot. The only idiot there was the guy who couldn’t keep his head out of his ass. If he would’ve payed more attention to his surroundings other than downgrading you, he would have seen the target behind him ready to shoot. Course the target is dead now and you both have succeeded with the mission, though now there’s a deafening silence on the drive back to base.

Hours away in a slow beaten up truck Ghost stole along the way. You’ve both realized it didn’t handle the cold winter storm very well either since the heater had stopped an hour ago. You haven’t said a word to him after he went off on you, just nods and grunts when he ordered or said something.

To pass the awkward time in the car you started admiring the storm outside, trying to count as much trees as you can, it was pretty dumb on your part since you both were surrounded by woods. Slowly you drifted to sleepiness, your eyes become heavy and your head started to fall towards the window. The only thing keeping you awake was the freezing air in the car. You’ve been using your “blanket” (or so Price calls it, when in reality it was the thinnest layer of fabric) to try and keep yourself warm but it wasn’t much use.

“Y/n, take mine from my bag. Looks like you’re freezing to death.” The low raspy voice shook you at first but you remembered who you were with. You gave out a quite muffled “no” as a response. His sudden wanting to care was pissing you off.

“Y/n. Don’t be be fuck’n stupid. Take the blanket.” He sounded a lot more firm this time.

“Yes sir.” You left out, looking at him with tired eyes and defeated sigh. You didn’t want to start an argument in the car so you gave up and reached behind your seats to find Ghost duffel bag. It was exhausting with how long you both been on the road, you tried your best to not take long. And after a minute or two you finally found the blanket deep inside the bag. Settling back into the passenger seat you couldn’t help but to notice Ghost eyeing you from the corner of your vision.

“Eyes on the road L.t.” You turned and said to him. It sounded more drowsy and slurred than you had thought it would. He stared into your eyes for a few seconds before darting them back to the road. Carefully layering the blanket Ghost loaned you over your own, you slowly dozed off.

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(POV from Ghost)

Ghost couldn’t imagine sleeping in these conditions. Let alone sleep at all. He glanced over at you while you head was tilted towards the window. How could you be so relaxed? Thunder crashed loudly making him focus back on the road but his ears picked up your muffled whine and movement of discomfort. It was strange to him, he wanted to hear it again, at least once more. This whole drive was already taking a hold of him. Having to focus while being around you was intoxicating. He shut you up already with yelling at you but your slurred reply’s only lured his eyes back to yours. He decided to pullover a place surrounded by large trees and coverage from any unwanted followers. Mindlessly waiting for the morning was better than driving off a fucking cliff from the loud heavy storm and unforgettable thoughts running through his mind. He tried to get comfortable with the space he had. Detaching his skull mask which only left him in his black balaclava, using the rear window to wipe up residue from the black paint around his eyes with his hands, and then looking over at you. Your chest rising and lowering with each breath you took.

Ghost stared hard. Going over every feature on your face down to the collar of your shirt, which he saw displayed your collar bones and chest. He would be lying if he wasn’t looking forward to going to the pub once they arrive back at base. He didn’t care if it were to be loud with the 114 group and other aquatints, not to forget the already drunk people that will be there. Ghost. Or more so Simon just want the bourbon to sooth him like he imagined you would. He’s pants were already tight if not more now. He was desperate enough to think of getting out the car and finding a place outside in the freezing cold to jerk off. It was wrong of him to be think of you like this and he knew, what he couldn’t put his mind around was how you couldn’t keep up. One second he hates you and the other he wants to fuck you. Ghost looked at you once more, his head resting on his fist in which his arm was promptly on the cars side door. He turns his head to view the storm happening just outside the window and surprisingly fell asleep.

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#call of duty #simon riley #fanfic #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #task force 141 #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #simon riley x you

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neon-junkie · 1 year

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Saw ur requests are open and I was wondering if uuuuh, you could do an afab trying to deep throat Boba? 👉👈

Boba can be sweet and nasty at the same time.

Words of affirmation, whilst degrading the fuck out of you.

"You're trying so hard to take me all, it's adorable." and "Taking such a large load for such a little princess."

He knows how to get your head spinning and heart thumping, and you've not even taken your clothes off yet!

The idea to suck him off whilst he's seated in his pilot chair was your idea, and this isn't the first time that you've got down and dirty on his ship.

A flick of some buttons, and Boba is telling you "the ship is stable," through the buzz of his helmet. His head tilts downwards, T-visor locked onto you, wedged between his knees under the dashboard.

Layer after layer of clothing comes off Boba's lower half, and you silently curse him out for wearing so much. His erect cock becomes more and more visible the more you peel away, and soon, you have his tanned length in the palm of your hand, solid and eager for your mouth.

Whilst Boba is a giver, he takes a lot of pleasure in seeing you like this - needy, desperate, and struggling to fix him down your throat.

"Take it easy, little one," he calls out, and you pull off with a pop! to meet his hidden gaze. "An inch at a time, sweetheart. Don't want you to break your jaw."

"Yes, Sir," you meekly reply, and begin focusing on his tip.

You start with kitten licks, which soon turns into you sucking the tip. Your hand wraps around the base, but you don't pump him - all you need for this is your mouth, and later, your throat.

Just as Boba ordered, you focus on him one inch at a time. You listen to your body, to the ache of your jaw, to your gag reflex. You learn how to work with them, rather than against them, and when your nose finally brushes against the base of Boba's cock, he's the one who's seeing stars.

"That's it," a breathy sigh escapes him. "Atta girl, Princess. Just like I told you, one inch at a time."

You can't hold him in your throat for long, a few seconds here and there, but the gesture is more than enough.

Boba is gentle as he holds your hair off your face, and you can tell by his grip alone that he's holding back from slamming into you. This is your time to shine, and he's happy to go at your pace.

Needless to say, Boba is somewhat embarrassed when he orgasms early (or far earlier than he'd hoped for.) Still, he gives you warning, and you let out a surprised, "hm?!" before feeling his cum his the back of your throat.

Now, it's your turn to tease him. Enjoy the moment, whilst it lasts, before Boba gets his revenge through returning the favour.

#swwriting #boba fett #boba fett x you #boba fett x reader #the mandalorian #the book of boba fett #star wars #star wars fanfic #boba fet fanfic #nsft #smut #f!reader #female reader

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sebstan2020 · 1 year

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Hear me out- electricy and punishment with Senastion Stan

btw I love ur blog

Sebastian Stan Smut Request

Sebastian Stan x Reader - Punishment and Electricity

You tugged and wiggled at the black leather cuffs binding you to the bed, spread eagle and naked to the bone. Your ankles were spread far apart and tied tightly so you couldn’t push your thighs together, exposing your pussy which had been freshly shaved, an order from Sebastian. You were in deep trouble. You knew you were the second you had broken one of the most important rules, don’t come without his permission. You thought you might get away with it, but he wasn’t letting you off this easily.

You watched nervously as Sebastian trailed around the bed, his fingers tips running along your delicate skin, warm to the touch and sending tingles up your body. You bit your lips tightly to hold back the moan wanting to escape and you saw that smirk creep up on his own lips, enjoying the sublet torture he was presenting to you. He hummed softly to himself, padding over to the chest of draws holding every sex toy, implement and bondage he used on you. But none of this was going to be pleasurable and when your eyes landed on the black box he took out, you whimpered softly, letting your head fall back into the pillow behind you.

He threw the box onto the bed, letting it bounce on the mattress before climbing on top himself, an evil smile on his lips. He was going to enjoy this.

“Do you know why I’m punishing you?” he said softly as he picked up the thin black wires, untangling them and you swallowed hard.

“Yes” you answered back quietly.

“And why’s that?” he enquired, raising a brow.

“Because I came without permission” you squeaked, and he smirked again.

“That’s right, you did. You know how I feel about you coming without my permission and yet you thought I wouldn’t notice” he mocked, and you blushed, guilt riding all over you.

“I’m sorry” you hoped it would help but all that came was a chuckle and a deep breath.

“Well, sorry isn’t going to get you out of being punished” he murmured.

Sebastian took one of the long wires, placing a small black pad on the end of it and peeling it from some backing paper before sticking it to the inside of your thigh. Electricity, it could be so painful yet so pleasurable at the same time. However, there was no way this was going to be pleasurable. He stuck another pad on the other side and followed with two more, closer to your aching pussy, exposed and vulnerable. He pulled the ends into the box, switching it on. You shook on top of the bed, your nerves getting the better of you as you knew the pain was coming, but when, you didn’t know.

Sebastian softly hummed to himself, twiddling with the little knobs on the front of the box. Each one had a different purpose. Intensity, waves, time, type of shock. You stared down with big eyes, watching as he sat silently and played with the knobs, waiting for that first hit.

“Ahhh!” you squirmed, yanking at the cuffs as the first shock hit you right on the thigh. It wasn’t very painful but more of a surprise. But then another came quickly, nearer to your pussy and you groaned in pain, the prickling sensation taking over.

“Is that painful?” he grinned.

“Yes” you groaned, squeezing your eyes closed tightly to fight through the vibrations.

“Yes what?” he ordered, sending a higher shock through your system and you yelped.

“Yes Sir” you certainly weren’t in a position to be lazy with him here and Sebastian hummed in delight.

“Good girl” he turned the dial again and another shock, this one more painful, ripped through your body, your pussy clenching and toes curling at the pain. you knew after this you weren’t going to make the same mistake again.

“Now, are you going to be a good girl and obey me?” he asked, an eyebrow shooting up and you nodded your head quickly, gritting your lip between your teeth as the shocks were becoming very painful. Although it didn’t stop the juices running down your pussy to your thighs, sticking to each side.

“Yes Sir” you screamed as another intense shock hit your pussy, almost like it had fried it.

“Good girls obey their masters, they come when they are told and if you’re going to come without my permission then I’ll just have to shock your pussy all day long, mmm” he warned, slightly turning the dial again and another shock hit you.

“Yes, yes Sir, I promise I’ll be a good girl” you begged, sweat dripping down your forehead, tingles running all through your body, your pussy pulsing and twitching with every shock. He had set the intensity to high, clear that this was for punishment only. Your knees were shaking, breaths heavy and head rolling in the pillow. It felt like your whole body was being electrocuted and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

Sebastian chuckled, turning the dials. The shocks died down, only going off a couple seconds apart and you were back to reality, everything around you clear, your pussy was tender to the touch and when he cupped it with his hand, you jolted, groaning softly, and shaking at how sensitive it was.

“Mmm, is this pussy sensitive?” he teased, and you nodded.

“Yes Sir” you whispered, and he chuckled, rubbing his thumb along your clit, and sending off a shock of his own through your body. You tugged at the cuffs, desperately wanting to get out this punishment. Sebastian slowly climbed up your body, towering you as he stared down, his dark blue eyes.

“I have a meeting I need to go to, so I think I’ll just leave you like this till I get back” he smiled, and you whined.

“Please” you begged, and he chuckled, leaning down and pecking your lips.

“Just to make sure you won’t do it again” he assured and as he rose from the bed, he turned the dial once more, a sharp shock hitting your thighs and pussy and casually walked out the bedroom, leaving you to your torture.

#dom sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan smut

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heli0s-writes · 1 year

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DRABBLE TIME :D

🫂 💕(forehead plss) 🤝🏽 ✊🏽 🥰 💪🏽

(Okay fineee u got me yes I just wanna read some DAMN GOOD HEARTWARMING FLUFF so I can cry over my singleness)

(Also I hope it's okay for me to request that this be a bucky x y/n (f) fic 👉🏽👈🏽 but if not pls feel free to write it about characters of ur choice!! I'll read whatever you write regardless of who it's about 🥰)

a/n: Thanks for the ask :) Here's 800 word of being in stupid love with Bucky Barnes. Angst and fluff and lots of snuggles. Title from "Moon River" <3

28 Ways Masterlist

"dream maker, heart breaker"

When God made Bucky, he must have wanted it to hurt.

Looking at him for too long is like moon-gazing through a high-powered telescope. You don’t expect it to be painful when the light hits your eye because you forget how much light there actually is.

Most nights, it’s a silver dollar, hanging isolated and beautiful that from where you stand, its visible scarring— aftermaths of a distant past, blurred by the stretch of space— doesn’t seem real.

As in, you forget there’s so much to see.

You forget there’s an entire other side tucked behind its back that observers only manage to glimpse if they’re lucky and are briefly offered just an auspicious quiver.

You think there’s so much moon in him.

Ancient history in the rise and fall of his topography: the delicate shifts of his skin and bones; the hot red blood that ran and how much of it erupted during the epochs of his life. How it must have flowed like seawater as he shivered alone in a silent, frozen landscape.

His many faces: his alert, cunning eyes, steely and knife-sharp; his cheeks, rounded and high with color, when he laughs and it surprises everyone. When humor catches him off-guard and there’s a quick bark of joy slipping out before the back of his hand hides it again.

What wondering minds conceive when they make stories of him: a wild animal, a traveler in the shade of a tree, a disgraced exile, a divinity.

He carries it all with supernatural grace. The weight of his entire being locked into a sequence he never signed up for. Only existing as a casualty of collision, a long line of coincidences that travelled and travelled until they made impact, that shattered and burst and finally returned to life metallic.

And yet, so bright.

It’s approaching dawn now and he’s a splinter of a thing in your bed.

Curled up into the sheets, hair a wild mane of auburn where early sunlight favors it. His side profile pressed into your pillow, rolled carelessly over until he was pushing you toward the border.

You couldn’t see him then but heard him murmuring and felt him shaking as he chased blindly. Just the faintest whimpers for attention as his fingers reached out, his powerful body folded as if in utero.

And it was a silly thing that broke your heart, despite how full your heart is these days with love for him.

He’s still tangled up in a dream, movement beneath his eyelids giving him away. His fingers twitching, one leg slotted beneath your own beginning to flex and bend.

You snuggle closer to him, turn until you can clutch him to your chest, rubbing his silver shoulder—up and down the red star that seems to constantly burn him alive.

His brow furrows, tormented with agony. His hand clenches into a boulder behind your back. His speech is slurred and Russian, rattling numbers and compliance and you’ve learned enough to dissect the vocabulary, can parse out his desperate pleas of sir-ready-missioncomplete-missionreport-itdoesnothurt-Iwillobey-Iamnothing-Iamaweapon-Iamyourdog—

He makes a curtailed noise. A quick, high whine like a pained animal, so you let him seek out your body heat, let him burrow into your neck and cling to your waist as his teeth chatter.

And there’s not much more can do when he falls apart like that. Nothing you can say or assure or shout out as much as you want to in order to wake him. He won’t—he never wakes. He only continues to cross the memory, dragged routinely across the deep sky until morning. Sometimes it goes on for hours. Sometimes it goes on all night.

But now the sun is ascending, chasing away the dark, tucking his fears back into the other side of the world and Bucky calms with it, crying tamped down to only a few sniffles.

You brush away the wet hair that has stuck to his cheeks and forehead, wipe his brow and press your lips to him, tasting tears and sweat.

You do it again, another kiss to his forehead, and again, leaving your own mark, impacts of softness, and love, and everything he needed and couldn’t receive for so long.

“Sorry,” he stirs, “woke you up—” but you shush him with a kiss to his nose, then one to his chin.

“Sweetheart,” he murmurs, shy and embarrassed, but you’ll have none of it, especially when he doesn’t pull away, only leans in to receive more because he wants it as much as he’s needed it and you’ll give him everything, every night.

Your exiled divinity. Your bright, bright boy. Your moon and his many faces.

You kiss all of them again—and again, and again, and again.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x you #marvel #mcu #reader insert #fanfiction

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wellthebardsdead · 7 months

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Unwilling Dreamer Pt3

Pt2 here

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“Nerevar… my sweet nerevar…”

Shamat: h-hot- it’s so hot- where- am I?

“Don’t listen to him.”

Shamat: *opens his eyes to see another elf seated before him, one with his face but golden skin, staring at him with forlorn, heartbroken eyes* who? Are you?

Voryn: I’m you… before nerevar killed us… you’re in terrible danger.

Shamat: killed us- I- *jumps as the elf is replaced by another, a tall, muscular, clawed figure behind a golden mask*

Dagoth Ur: Don’t. listen. To. Him.

“Voryn?”

Shamat: *jolts awake with a feeble, startled cry as warm, kind, familiar hands stroke his cheeks, drying them from spilled tears* wh-what? L-lord Nerevar I-

Nerevar: *seated at his bedside with his breakfast, now gently drying his face* shhhh, it’s just me my dreamer.

Shamat: *tilts his head, voice quivering as he questions him* I’m voryn? Your dreamer?

Nerevar: yes voryn, youre mine, my dreamer. My retainer, my most loyal, devout, beloved. *strokes his cheek catching another tear with his thumb*

Shamat: *shudders at his touch, feeling a mix of confusion, shame and honour that the Hortator and king of all morrowind would dare give him even a scrap of his time never mind tend to him and treat him as sweetly as he has* b-but- I’m nobody sir I-

Nerevar: just don’t remember yet. *dries another tear before feeling his forehead* Tsk. Damned skooma… these withdrawals must be killing you.

Shamat: *tilts his head thinking the nightmare, the ear splitting pounding headache and burning heat must be withdrawal symptoms, they’d all started after he met nerevar of course* I- I’m hot- my head hurts-

Nerevar: *nods sadly, feeling helpless as he watches his treasured friend suffer* you’ll feel better after you’ve got something in you… *quietly lifts a cup of what looks like a rather dark tea, holding it to the dunmers lips* Have your medicine first…

Shamat: y-yes sir- *shakily reaches up to take the cup only for nerevar to continue his grip on it as he sips it slowly, refusing to let him feed himself, especially his ‘medicine’* I- *coughs as he finishes the cup* I-it tastes familiar somehow- like-… *quietly falls back into the pillows, his pupils blown out and body relaxing in an instant as his addiction is sated by the small dose*

Nerevar: *sighs and sets the cup down, feeling terrible for drugging him with even a small dose but knowing it’ll help in the process of weening his body off of it until he can stomach an antidote* that’s better isn’t it?… *leans down kissing his forehead earning only a soft, confused hum from the dunmers lips* sit up now, let’s get some food in you, my dreamer.

*a few weeks later*

Shamat: *sitting in his bed, no longer completely bed bound but still confined to his room, the door locked securely and guarded from the outside, as if his own bedchamber were a secret treasury for the Hortator himself. A little precious gem, for nerevars eyes only* … *quietly looks at the books on his bedside, unable to read any of them, unable to read at all never mind write* … *picks one up and slides out of bed, pulling on his slippers before walking to the door and knocking sheepishly* hello?… g-guards?…

Guard 1: Lord dagoth? What is it? Are you hurt? Sick?

Shamat: I- n-no. C-can one of you read a book to me?… I can’t read and lord nerevar won’t-

Guard 2: I’m sorry my lord but the Hortator gave us strict orders not to interact with you beyond-

Shamat: p-please?…

*silence*

Shamat: *sighs and goes to sit back down before jumping as the door clicks open a fraction and an armoured hand reaches through* thank y- *blinks as the guard takes it and closes the door again*

Guard 2: I’ll read to you from out here.

Shamat: *heart dropping realising the guard won’t join him in his room, only allowing him company other than nerevar from the other side of the wall* thank you… *sits by the door and sighs, feeling isolated by his routine, by nerevars strict rules over him and his care, and feeling terrible and ungrateful for even daring to think negatively about it. Daring to be sour about the care nerevar obviously has for him, for the roof over his head, for the food in his stomach, and the medicine that makes his pains go away*

Guard 2: *reading to him as promised* And in silence he swore a mighty oath-that he should be his Lord's bane, and in vengeance for his- O-Oh! L-lord nerevar I-

Shamat: *jumps a little and shakily scrambles up to his feet hearing Nerevars name, opening some of the still tender wounds on his legs and back as he does so* lord ner- *goes silent hearing the sound of something being struck by a harsh blow before staggering back as the door swings open and nerevar enters pulling the guard in by his hair*

Nerevar: *holds the book up in his hand* Did you ask him to read you this?…

Shamat: *eyes wide seeing the bruise already forming on the guards cheek and the cruel grip nerevar has on his hair* I- y-yes I did. I-I had nothing to do and couldn’t read it without y-your help my lord.

Guard 2: *wincing at nerevars hold on his head, trying his hardest to pull himself forward to protect his neck fearing it’ll be cut* I-I swear- I swear my lord I’d never impose on your claim to lord dagoth- I only meant to please h- *coughs as he’s suddenly thrown to the floor with a violent force*

Nerevar: *eyes locked firmly onto Shamat* get out. You’ll be reassigned.

Guard 2: *gets up without hesitation and scrambles out of the chamber, not even sparing a glance back at Shamat in fear it’ll leave his head rolling on the floor*

Nerevar: *closes the door slowly and locks it, eyes still firmly on the meek dunmer trapped before him* … *slowly walks to him, holding the book tight in his hand* …Are you telling the truth… you wanted him to read to you?… nothing else?…

Shamat: *nods staring up at him, his mind swimming with confusion and fear, not understanding what he did wrong to earn such a reaction or harm to another* y-yes my l-

Nerevar: *lifts his chin suddenly with the book, his tongue clicking in disapproval* …

Shamat: m-my moon and star. *trembles feeling the sharp corner beneath his chin* I was bored, it… it’s so lonely when you’re gone…

Nerevar: *gaze softening as he lowers the book, satisfied his dreamer is telling the truth* Oh voryn, I’m sorry my duties must steal me away from you… *gently hands him the book before lifting him up as if he weighs nothing* I’ll read to you no-… *looks down to see a pool of blood gathered at his feet where Shamat stood* … *sets him on the bed and pulls back the robes to see the bandages soaked from where the wounds tore* …

Shamat: n-nerevar?

Nerevar: … *gently covers him back up before walking to the door and stepping outside, locking it as he leaves*

#Shamat the Sharmat #Shamat dragonborn #voryn dagoth #nerevar

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veryverysleepdeprived · 9 months

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“The Wretched Dock”

Pairing - Pirate!Eclipse X SeaMonster!Reader

Due to the fact I’m suffering from extreme brainrot thanks to @bones-of-a-rabbit’s AUs, I’m writing another oneshot around them.

Just like the last, this oneshot is based off their Pirate Eclipse AU. May I also add this was entirely made because I came up with a super fluffy scenario and I couldn’t resist writing it down.

Includes :

• Attempted kidnapping

• Mentions of firearms

• Someone got shot

• Curse words

Art below is made by @bones-of-a-rabbit, who made the AU! Check them out, I have severe brainrot thanks to them :P

As always, enjoy and please leave requests for me!

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Art from this post : https://www.tumblr.com/bones-of-a-rabbit/725569544989622272/pirate-husband-eclipse-for-ur-soul-aka-a-couple

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“Clipse! Look! Barrel seats!”

“Slow down, my treasure! We’ve just entered, don’t make too much noise!”

Today was a special day for Eclipse. As a celebration for their most recent plunder, he decided to bring his crew to the local pub near one of the docks.

It wasn’t frequented by sailors, so he was safe to do as he pleased there without worrying about getting arrested. More importantly, it meant he got to go on an outing with his beloved, which more than made up for the risk.

Sure, some might have seen it as unnecessarily dangerous, but seeing them so happy melted his heart. Especially since he was an infamous pirate, he was sure no one would dare try anything.

He sat down on a repurposed barrel, ordering a pint of beer. He wasn’t too sure how beer might affect his beloved, so he ordered them water.

The cozy lamps, rustic furniture, and general warm feeling were bliss. With his darling sitting on his lap drinking from a small wooden mug, it was even better than bliss.

“Clipse, look drunk.”

“I… hic! not a chance my love, hic! not a chance! I’m… hic! perfectly normal! Just going to… hic! take a nice nap.”

“Goodnight Clipse!”

“Goodnight, treasure… hic!”

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Eclipse woke up, his head feeling like hell. God, he should really control his alcohol intake. Peaking out the window, he saw the sun rising. They really spent all night in this pub?

He rubbed his head, getting up from the wooden countertops. He gestured for his darling, only to realize…

Shit.

They weren’t on his lap.

Where were they.

He immediately sobered up, busting out the front door. Where were they?

“Well, would you look at this!”

A voice, from where?

“A sea monster, these don’t come here often. They’ll fetch a pretty price at the market.”

Back of the pub, got it.

Eclipse frantically rushed over before it was too late, finding two disgruntled men looking over his beloved, who was trapped in a net.

Bastards.

“Let’s send them to the market, and see how much gold we can get.”

“Yes sir!”

“I’m sorry, but you’ll only be getting lead for them.”

The two men turned around, to see a very pissed-off Eclipse pointing a flintlock pistol towards them.

“Put them down, and we can forget this whole thing ever happened.”

“And if I don’t?”

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“You fucker! You shot him!”

The man was rolled up like a ball on the ground, writhing in pain. His leg had just been shot by a flintlock pistol.

“I warned him. Now unless you wish to join him, move out of my fucking way.”

The man’s face turned pale, dragging his friend away from the aggravated Eclipse. Shoving the two aside, he rushed over to his darling, slicing open the net keeping them trapped with a single swing of his sword.

“My precious treasure, are you alright?”

“Yes…”

“Good, good. Let’s go back to the ship. I’m sorry about all this, I truly am.”

The two walked off, Eclipse carrying them bridal-style as he made his way off this wretched dock, back to his ship.

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roseadleyn · 11 months

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if u truly like diabolik lovers (according to ur fandom list anyways) then any diabolik lovers ocs that you like and/or love?? and do you have any dl ocs of your own?

OH MY GOD. i have another ask like this. should probably stop procrastinating and answer all 87 of my asks but procrastination is life 😍‼️

btw this list is not in order at all‼️i love you all the same <333

1. helen harrison, aurora, and lae'la by @/nutaella-kookie

laila isn't around on tumblr anymore (deactivated) but i actively stalk all blogs that contain helen posts. she's my favorite oc ever created and i genuinely love and fantasize about her all the timeeee

aurora is the BEST person in the demon world alongside devyn and gilbert. shut up. u don't get to argue because omg i love this woman

and lae'la... she's so objectively wrong but oh my heavens she looks good while she's at it. girlboss, love her.

2. keiichirou seong by @gingerall

okay but i am so in love with this man u do not understand!!! he's written well, he's drawn well, and he's so pretty 😭💞 yes he's a red flag but red is my favorite color so what are you going to do about it huh 🙄🙄

(@gingerall's art SLAYS btw. go check it out. i dare you. rn. )

3. devyn kang by @secretarykang

devyn is so beautiful???? so girlboss???? like, genuinely, this is the rare female oc who's a compelling female character who doesn't need to beat everyone up to be empowering and i just. hhhh ma'am i love u pleaseee

4. maya by @summercreolefanfictioner

BABIE!!! mentally traumatized, but babie!!! i found maya a while back and read her ENTIRE masterlist in one setting. istg i love her, she's so complex (in a good way!!) and deserves the world for putting up with kanato like she does

5. gilbert by @summercreolefanfictioner

SIR??? MY HAND IN MARRIAGE IS HERE??? literally simp over him as a hobby he's too well written and way too handsome for me to not do that okay??? and also he didn't need to die miss summer he deserves a happy ending with devyn!!!

6. cyra by @mariicake

is she single??? because i am (/j)

okay but like come on. this woman is so. wjsjd she makes me feel things she's so pretty and she slays literally every interaction with those mentally ill vampires and whatever else cooks in the dl abyss

7. asa, akemi and amaya by @crookedherringcolorclodthe2nd

(i'm unable to tag your original blog, my apologies!!)

my go to ocs if i need to laugh??? these girls. i absolutely adore their dynamic and the way they're written, a definite 10/10 for character building

8. malorie by @whitechocolatemochaasblog

MALORIE IS THE PRETTIEST NAME EVER OMG. also i just love how cute she is???? she's so baby, i love her with my whole entire heart and soul

9. makoto by @kirua9

poor girl </3 she just wants some love 😭 come here makoto i can treat u better than he ever could‼️

she's so hurt that it makes my heart ache

as for whether i have my own dl ocs... i have my own ocs, but not dl ones!! i'm considering putting my ocs in dl but i'll probably do it after i've organized this blog a little bit, you know???

currently, the ocs that are out are xander, raymond, roselyn, and caelia, and i'm working on emma (that's her old moodboard) rn <333 seven of my ocs have moodboards but i hated the mbs so i obviously had to remake them all; currently four have been remade, fifth is abt to be done‼️

lots of my mutuals have ocs but none of them are dl, so they weren't mentioned here. they slay nonetheless!!!

...and i've rambled way, way too much again, bye bye 😍

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that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main · 10 months

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Ek! I've been obsessed with epic lately and your Ronin fic! It's saddens me to see that the movie isn't as popular as I thought it'd be. But your fanfic made me so happy!!! You don't mind if I request a Finn (Ronin second in command) x reader right??? Idek why but I'm in love with him lol- luv Ur works btw

Mr.Loverman | Finn

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Reader: female

Warnings: language, arguing

Notes: being in love with Finn is valid, also this is extremely corny, and will probably make a part two who knows at this point with me, also sorry this took so long i've been working crazy hrs.

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The sun was rising; and Y/n was running, bag slung around her shoulder she ran as fast as her feet would carry her. She made it to the Black-Smithin Wood working shop.

"I'm here!" She shouted, her feet stopping but she didn't as she went sliding across the ground, almost tripping.

It was quiet as she fixed herself: "Only a minute to spare," the old man called, pocket watch in hand.

Y/n sighed in relief as she was quick to make her way to the back: tossing her bag on an empty chair before grabbing her apron.

"Come on, let's get to work now." He spoke Y/n, nodding, tying her apron around her as she made her way over.

Work was unusually busy that day, perhaps the worlds punishment for being on time by the skin of her teeth. It was: smelt that, smelt this. I need this repaired. Oh, this too, please. Could you carve into the handle for me? My sickle broke dear help me out? I want this made into a ring for my wife, can you do that? I broke my tables leg, help me please? She did it all, too, more jobs put more food on the table, and gave her extra coins to spend. Yet by lunch, she was worn out: groaning with her head in the wood carving table. A wooden doll sat in front of her: it waiting to be painted and decorated.

"Take a break kid." The old man spoke.

Y/n looked at the doll: "I'll finish this first."

Getting herself up she walked towards the shelves of paint.

"Excuse me!" A man's voice called.

"I'll be right with you sir!" Y/n called back.

"I've got it kid!" The old man called back, setting down his own work to go and take the order.

Y/n grabbed the small bowls of paint needed; she was quick to rush over to her workstation; balancing two much for comfort on her arms. With luck and no spills, she set the doll down on her workstation along with the paint. Going back for paint brushes.

"Please sir I'm begging you." The man spoke; "I just need a repair that's all."

The plead caught Y/n's ears, yet she stayed out of it; she knew some things just weren't possible, and it wasn't often but a necessity to turn some people down.

"Look I'm sorry son but there ain't much I can do for you."

"Nothing?"

Y/n frowned, but kept quiet, starting the painting of the doll, it was meant to be of yellow skin, with a white daisy flower hat turned upside down, with a little white daisy coat. She heard her boss hum; the last hope many had.

"Please Sir It's been my family for years, It was my mothers."

She set the paint brush down discarding her work, and stood up, making her way over.

"I'm really sorry but It's just-"

"Excuse me." Y/n cut in.

Her boss turned her way and so did the man; he dressed in Leaf man armor; a fresh cut across the face, battered and bruised. Other Leaf men lounged behind him; exhausted and urging the man to just get another one as they wanted to go home and rest.

"May I take a look at it?" Y/n asked.

"Kid, it ain't gonna happen." The old man tried to persuade.

"Well. Let me take a look." Y/n answered the old man backing up to return to work.

Y/n took the old mans spot at the counter, "Hi." Y/n greeted.

The man stood frozen; "hello?" y/n asked with a smile.

"Hello- sorry-" He spoke.

Y/n smile grew; "May I look at your situation?"

"Uh, of course, yes." He spoke.

Y/n was in shock as the sword was laid in front of her; in pieces. Both hilt and blade broken; cracked, spilt- a disaster. A plain disaster.

"By Mother nature..." Y/n mumbled, she looking up at the Leaf man; "I would recommend you a new one; but...it's...fixable...sure. If you don't mind me adding a bit of metal to it and... such... I can keep as much of it original as I can. It'll look brand new I promise, and take a spare for about a week?"

"Really!?" He asked excitedly.

Y/n nodded; "Yeah, if you don't mind the wait that is."

"I don't no as long as it can be fixed." He was quick to answer, Y/n chuckling at his enthusiasm.

"Then it seems like we have a deal." Y/n answered, ducking behind the desk to find a tag she filled out, "Can I get a name?"

"Finn." He told, Y/n nodding.

"Well, Finn." Y/n started; "I'm Y/n, and I'll be the one working on your smithing and woodwork here."

"how much?" Was his next question.

Y/n rocked her head back and forth in thought; it was a hefty job; a week worth of long nights and missed dinners; "uh..." She looked up at him, the cut on his face starting to bleed again.

"Let's say...clean that cut up and I'll call it even?" Y/n asked.

Finn reached for his face, the blood seeping through his gloves, he quick to apologize for it.

"I'll see you here in a week then Finn?" Y/n asked.

"Thank you." He responded, still holding his face; "Really, thank you."

"No problem." Y/n answered, "Now go clean your face; there's not a cute girl to come and save you from fainting of blood loss."

Finn chuckled as she watched her grab the pieces and make her way back to her work.

"Come on Finn!"

"I'm coming!"

Y/n set the pieces down on another table; rearranging them to fit how they should have and sighed, "You're stupid for taking that." Her boss told her.

"I know..." Y/n groaned, hands coming up to rub her face.

"Especially without payment."

"I know!" Y/n whined, groaning louder as she took a seat; "I felt so bad."

"Good thing you're not running the place."

She sighed as she let her chin rest in her hands as she looked at the weapon. When a slip of paper caught the corner of her eye.

"Aw shit..." she grumbled, "I forgot to give him his pick-up ticket."

"He's a leaf man. It can't be hard to find him." Her boss told her: "They have barracks you know."

Y/n sighed as she set the slip down and walked to go finish her other work, she sat herself back down to paint, the woman who ordered it for her child would be here soon enough. She worked diligently till it was finished and set it out to dry in the sun out back before returning to other work, and when the woman came up to pick up the doll, Y/n held it out with two hands for the woman to inspect.

"Woah! It looks just like big sissy!" The little boy cheered.

"It's for you, I know how much you miss her while she's gone on her adventures." His mother smiled.

"Really!?" He cheered, the mother nodding as Y/n leaned down to hand it to the boy.

"She's brand new," Y/n told.

He cheered as he took it with excitement and gave it a big hug, Y/n couldn't help but smile, "Thank you so much dear."

Y/n nodded; "it's no problem really- just don't tell him she's magic." Y/n started.

It pipped the little boys interest; "really!? She's Magic!?"

Y/n looked around to make sure no one heard her; "Don't tell anybody; but I heard every toy that comes out of here? It's magic, I heard it's in the wood. They help the gardens grow; the queens little helpers ya know?"

"really!?" He asked looking up at her.

"Oh yeah," Y/n answered, "See that old man back there?"

The boy looked over the counter; "With the beard?"

Y/n nodded; "He's the only one who knows how to get the wood, they say he's as old as the forest itself. he'll be here before us, and he'll be here after us. You can't tell anyone though alright?"

The boy nodded; "Now, go show your new little garden helper around." Y/n smiled.

With a final nod from the boy he looked up at his mom; "Thank you again Miss." She spoke handing Y/n the payment.

"No problem Ma'am." Y/n smiled, quick to put it in the bowl hidden behind the counter; "Come again."

"I always do."

Y/n chuckled watching the boy run off with his mom close in tail, he excitedly showing her the doll. Y/n turned around to get back to work; "Lets call it a day." The man spoke.

"It's early?"

"The sun will be setting soon."

Y/n shrugged; "I'll stay and finish what I need to."

"You mean finish tomorrows orders and start on the sword."

"...maybe."

He sighed; "you can't work all the time."

"I can sure try?" Y/n answered, causing him to shake his head in disbelief.

"I want this shop closed at dark and you at least on your way home." He ordered; "And bring that Leaf man his slip before you start on anything."

"Okay."

Y/n watched him leave; he complained about his back pain on the way out. She redirected her attention to across the room and at the sword. The best option was to get that ticket to the Leaf man and quick. Grabbing her bag and pulling off her apron she set it on it's hook, and slipped the ticket into her bag before leaving the shop, putting a "be back" sign up instead of the closed sign.

It took her asking around a bit from the usual patrolling soldiers, she unsure of which way she was actually meant to go. With her luck, one was able to give her the directions, and with a quick thank you Y/n made her way to the barracks with ease. Before she even entered the general area she was stopped.

"No civilians ma'am." The woman spoke.

"you idiot!" The second woman punched her shoulder; "Thats the blacksmith and wood worker's worker."

"Sorry-"

Y/n laughed; "no problem really, could you point me in the direction of Finn please?"

"He's with the Commanding Officer and the Queen." The first woman told, "Debriefing."

Y/n nodded; "is there somewhere I can wait?"

"There's a bench right outside the room, I'll take you." The second spoke, starting to walk away.

Y/n followed closely behind, she lead through the busy barracks and into the halls of the castle; past the armory, she tempted to take a quick peak despite passing the open doors. They turned down a second hall and down the long hall somewhere in the middle of it there was a large set of double doors, and benches on both sides of the door.

"You can wait here." She spoke.

"Thanks." Y/n told, taking a seat and watching the solider leave.

Her hands sat in her lap; she wondered how long it would take. Maybe a few minutes? Maybe just another hour? Maybe it would end now? Her anxiety grew with every moment; she taking to rubbing an open palm in her lap- she had work to do, she couldn't sit here forever. Yet she waited; a few minutes past by, then ten, then twenty. Closing into the thirty-minute mark the sun was starting to fall. Looking down the hall and back up it no one was coming. With a sigh she stood up, her legs hurting from not moving so much; and she paced the doors length for a few minutes. Should she leave? No she only waited thirty minutes; maybe at the hour mark she should consider leaving? After all Y/n was doing Finn a favor by fixing the sword in the first place- and with no payment. Maybe she should just come back with the sword when it's done? Another thirty minutes passed as she paced; her mind full of questions; how did it even get so messed up in the first place? Would she make the bar opening? She'd get killed for being late, after all she lived above the place. The sun was setting fast today too; she'd have to make it back to the shop to close it up. Taking a seat, she sighed; how stupid was she? Take a whole job without payment? For what? A cute solider boy? Hadn't she learned from last time?

The door opened; catching her off guard as she was quick to get back up to stand to attention. Hands folded in front of her as she stood quiet.

"Hello." The queen spoke.

Y/n bowed her head; "My Queen."

Tara smiled; "Please, it's late, and I wish to be anything but a Queen right now."

Y/n raised her head up; "Have you been waiting all this time?" Tara asked.

Y/n nodded; "Yes Queen Tara."

"I may be tired, but I'm never too tired to help any of my people, what can I do for you?" Tara asked.

"I'm looking for a solider named Finn; I was told he was in your debriefing." Y/n answered.

Tara moved to the side, Finn standing there; "Ms. Y/n, I wasn't expecting you."

Y/n smiled small; it forced and tired; she felt awkward now; with Tara and Ronin standing there, "I'm sorry to say I haven't started on your order." Y/n started, reaching in her bag to find the ticket.

"But you forgot this, and you'll need it to pick up the order,"

Y/n held out a ticket to him; "Oh...thank you, seems like you really look out for your customers."

"Our customers are more than customers to us; old friends, lovers, sisters and brother." Y/n responded looking back at the queen; "That is it, thank you for your time both of you."

"Ronin here will show you the way out," Tara suggested; "The castle is quite easy to get lost in, it is getting late; I can have one of the Leaf Men escort you."

"I can show her the way, if you wish Queen Tara." Finn stepped up; "I made her wait all this time; it is only fair."

The Queen looked at Y/n who nodded shortly; "I don't see why not."

With a nod of approval, Finn showed Y/n the way. Y/n only glanced behind her momentarily to Ronin, Tara spotted it, no doubt. She took a quick glance at Ronin, who sighed just the slightest, and it was barely noticeable to others. Turning back around to face forward, Y/n continued on. The walk back was quiet mostly. Y/n comfortable with it; Finn not so much.

It wasn't often he was starstruck with anxiety with someone. Especially a woman. It wasn't the first time he had seen her, as a leaf man, that is. Ronin had talked about a Smiths and Woodworks during a dinner, talking about how he wouldn't go anywhere else but there; the old man a wizard with metal and wood, and the woman that worked with him; the one he had been teaching at the time was a Witch with her own work. It was a popular place, somewhere people and patrolling guards passed by often. That's when he saw her, at the ends of her work, loading a cart with a wooden bassinet for a new family. They praised her and thanked her with hugs. it was a pretty thing; its naturally dark wood covered in carvings of leaves and flowers. It was quite an impressive sight. They pulled away to leave; leaving Y/n behind, she waves them off with a bright smile; it rivaled the sun with its warmth; and defeated the forest in its beauty. She was covered in dried paint; soot painted across her cheek from the working, and wood shavings decorated her from head to toe. She had caught him staring that day, she turning to look his way and bid him a good afternoon, her eyes were blue and she had a significantly large strand of ash white hair. She was an oddball out; too loud to blend in with the crowd, ask him a day ago and he'd of said love at first sight is iffy; everyone hopes for it, it's a rare occurrence, ask him that day and he would of told you it's true, and it thrives just off the smallest glace.

"Well here we are." Y/n spoke, the doors to leave the castle and the barracks still guarded by the two women, "I'll see you then-."

"Wait!" he shouted.

"I haven't moved yet," She teased..

"I." He started; "Thank you.."

Y/n nodded; "It's no problem really. You're a customer."

"I'm barely that you're not letting me pay you." Finn answered.

"Call it my good deed for the day." Y/n shot back with a smile.

"Please, let me repay you." Finn told, "Let me get you to anywhere you need to go."

"That's not necessary; you're quite busy here-"

"No! I- most are turning in for the night...I'm not on nightguard, not if Ronin can keep me off it." Finn chuckled; "Perks of being second in command I suppose?"

Finn's heart sank suddenly; watching her face completely drop; she looked...devastated at the mention of Second in Command to Ronin.

"I have to go." Y/n told she starting to walk away.

"Please Ms. Y/n." He spoke grabbing her hand; it was a soft grab; a tug at anyone's heart who was on either end of the hold; "I just want you to be safe wherever you are going to."

Y/n kept her gaze away from him; his thumb rubbing over her knuckles softly; "please." Finn pleaded once again, this third plead, "They say third times a charm?"

Y/n sighed; clearly trying to hold in the chuckle, and she glanced towards him, "okay." She answered him softly.

Finn smiled at her, and she smiled back; at the corner of his eye he realized he was still holding her hand and let go; "The shop. it's uh...that way...I prefer to walk if you don't mind."

"Of course."

They set off together; leaving just in time for Ronin to enter the room and have no idea which direction the couple had went in.

It was a quiet walk again; Finn a bit more careful of his surroundings this time, he in the moment rather than thinking about another.

"So how do you like being a Leaf Man?" Y/n spoke up; trying to make small conversation.

"It's a high reward high risk job." Finn answered as Y/n chuckled, he couldn't stop the smile coming to his face; "it's enjoyable, you make family....How do you like your work?"

"Oh, the Woodworks and Smiths?" Y/n asked.

"You're very good at it." Finn complimented.

"You haven't seen any of my work." Y/n answered looking over at him.

"I brought you in a disaster, you must be talented if you can fix it." Finn told, that caused a smile on her face.

"Thanks." Y/n told, "Truth be told...I enjoy it...and I don't..."

"What's so bad about it?" Finn questioned.

"I don't make to much coin...which usually I wouldn't mind! And kinda don't..." Y/n answered; "Everyone tells me I'm real talented..."

Finn frowned; "But?"

"I don't know...it gets lonely sometimes, I can't burn out even if I want to." Y/n spoke; "I work two jobs, live above a busy bar."

"Why not lighten the load? Quit one?" Finn asked.

"My father died in debt."

"Oh."

Y/n sighed; "yep."

It was silent for a moment as they walked; "Kinda of shitty dad." Finn spoke up.

Y/n chuckled again; "yeah...he was."

"You're nothing like him from what I can tell."

"You know." Y/n started, "You have a funny way of trying to make someone feel better."

"People...arent my strong suit." Finn answered: "but there not a weakness. Just..."

"Stuck in the middle." Y/n spoke.

Finn nodded: "I get that." Y/n told him.

"Nice to know someone else does."

There was a laugh shared between the two, they arriving at the shop which Y/n worked at, “this is the place”

Finn watched her as she opened the door, “Be back,” Finn read the sign aloud.

Y/n looked back; “You’re working into the night?” He asked.

“Oh, yeah.” Y/n answered; “I’ll be here for a little bit longer and then I’ll go to the night job.”

Finn kept himself in the doorway as Y/n grabbed her apron from the hook; “Thanks again, for walking with me-“

“I could talk to the Queen,” Finn spoke up abruptly; “Get you a smithing job in the castle, it’ll-“

“Oh, no, no.” Y/n stopped him; “but it’s a nice gesture really,”

“Why work two jobs-“

“Finn.” Y/n stopped him again: “Please, I’m content like this.”

“Alright.” Finn answered; he discontent with the answer she gave. But he knew it wasn’t his choice; “The offer stands.”

“Thank you.” Y/n thanked, “It’s a little annoying someone looking out for me in a nice way you know?”

A small smile came to Finn’s face as she smiled back, “I’ll…see you around then?” Finn asked.

Y/n nodded; “Yeah I’d love that. It was nice getting to know you, I enjoyed it.” Y/n turned around to get back too work; she assumed that meant fair well; truly believing the only time she’d see him around would be to pick up the sword and they go about there merry lives.

That was until Finn spoke up catching her off guard; “Maybe we could go to lunch?”

Her head whipped around; her body following in delayed reaction, “Me?”

“Certainly not the bowls of paint.”

Y/n chuckled; “I suppose your not…yeah, though; I’d love to go with you. maybe you can pick me up during my break the day after tomorrow? It;s at high noon,”

“That’d be great,” Finn answered; Y/n nodding as he bid his farewell; not paying attention; he too busy watching Y/n that he tripped over the door frame; he luckily catching himself and looking at Y/n who had covered her mouth to keep herself from laughing.

“Are you okay?” She asked her voice slightly muffled due to her hand.

“I’m good, yeah, perfect!” He answered as he waving a final time and actually leaving.

The smile stayed on her face till she closed the shop; and it lingered as she walked to the bar; and it stayed as the woman shouted at her; she was older and had a thick accent with red hair, “You are late!”

“Huh? Sorry-“

“I should have you fight a bear for being late again; you are lucky we are not open; go and change.” she argued.

Y/n nodded; making her way to the back to go and make it up the stairs; and as she opened the door the woman called too her; “You’re brother is up there as well!”

Yes, he was; a little too late of a notice as he was leaning against the window; looking down below. He turned back towards her; dressed in his usual armor attire; “Ronin…”

“Y/n.”

“Can I help you?” Y /n asked, though it was more of a snap.

“I wanted to make sure you got home-“

Y/n interrupted him with a spurt of a chuckle; “That’s rich, wanna take this job I have now too-“

“It wasn’t like that.”

“Sure, it wasn’t, I was just the better bow shooter; the better leader; the better war planner; the social skills, the sword skills, all better than you; chose by the past queen herself to be Commanding Officer; but dad deranked me to snail mucus, kicked me out of the Leaf Men and gave you the family sword.” Y/n spoke sarcasm lacing her words as she let the door close behind her, “So I think I can make it home by myself just fine.”

She walked into a different Room: “So why did you come!” She shouted.

“I already told you.” He answered.

Y/n came back out, her shirt changed to a clean on and she held a waitresses apron in hand; she sighing as she looked at him; “I’m fine,” Y/n told.

“Finn wasn’t rude was he-“

“Ronin,” Y/n stopped him; “I’m not talking to you about Finn.”

“He’s my second in command,” Ronin told; “What he does reflects on me,”

Y/n sighed; “You really wanna know?” Y/n asked.

“Yes-“

“I plan on have sex with him after our lunch day after tomorrow.” Y/n answered a hand on her hip, “Is that sufficient enough of answer commander? To be honest I think he made quiet the impression.”

Ronin was silent as she went around to find herself a pad and pencil. She turned back to look at him; he holding an angry glare; “Ronin I’m not sleeping with your second in command, take a damn joke once and a while.”

“You’re going to lunch with him-“

“Alright I’m gonna give you a choice.” Y/n argued; “You can either walk out my home, or I can chuck you threw my window, you’re choice.”

“Y/n-“

“Ronin.” She stopped him; “I will throw you out the window-“

“y/n-"

“Window!? Falling to death!?” Y/n argued, " I'm going to throw you out of it! Go!"

"Y/n!" Her boss called: "your running a very thin line!"

"Y/n just listen-"

"You know what, you can stay up here. I have work!" Y/n argued opening the door, "I'm coming!"

She slammed the door behind her, rushing down the steps. Y/n was quick to open the back door into the kitchen and out onto the floor.

"I'm here!" Y/n told her boss.

"I thought that brother of yours would be punishment enough for being late. Never again."

Y/n sighed: "I'm sorry Red."

Red sighed: "Men, you can live with 'em, you can't live without 'em. Especially when it's a brother. Trust me, I have four boys and two brothers of my own."

Y/n chuckled.

"Now get to work." Red told: "those solider boys always come in at the same time."

She was quick to get to work, and just as Red said Leaf Men came in. They were nice: usually able to get through a few mugs of mead before becoming a loud laughing bunch. Yet one or two mugs knocked them out, seriously: half of them asleep on the table.

"What's wrong with all you today?"

"I hate working." A woman complained.

"One of those days, Ma'am." A man answered.

"You guys want some pie?"

Heads shot up: "You made Pie!?" They asked.

Y/n laughed: "It is a day old."

"Who cares!?" A once sleeping solider told: "Your pies the best!"

"I'll be right back with one six pieces then?" Y/n asked.

"Add another. Our Sargent Major is coming." The man told.

"I'm on it."

She left to go take four more orders from other tables: bringing them back to the kitchen, she went to cut the pie up. Before grabbing other orders, she carried two large trays, one filled with food, the other filled with mugs of mead. Delivering was easy. At the end, she switched the pies over to the tray with the mugs of mead. She was going that way anyhow.

"I'm back with pie-"

"Aw right! You'll love this! Ma'am this is our Sargent Major! It's-"

"Second in command." Y/n spoke: moving the tray from her line of sight: "Nice to see you again, Sir."

Finn chuckled softly: "It's nice to see you again Ms. Y/n."

"Come early for our lunch date?" Y/n asked: "or am I overly excited."

There were whistles and punches of Finn's arm: "Ma'am's here a real lucky woman-"

"Oh please. Sargeant Major's the lucky one, just wait till you try her pie."

"Night Job?" Finn asked, and Y/n nodded.

"Night job." Y/n answered, slowly starting to hand pie out to the group of soldiers.

"Sorry you have to deal with these ones." Finn apologize.

"Oh what ever!" One argued.

"They make my shift go faster." Y/n told, "Anyhow...get you a mug of mead? Something filling besides pie?"

"Pie is-"

Y/n was shoved in the back, and her whole tray shoved out of her hand, maybe it was her trained reaction, all her service time, but with luck she managed to push the tray towards her rather than anyone else. The mugs fell to the floor, and the mead soaked her clothing.

"Oh...shit..."

"Ms. y/n! I am really sorry!" The young woman cried, people looking the way of the mess.

"It's okay! It's fine." Y/n told "really-"

"Are you alright?" Finn asked quickly, getting up to his feet.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine -" y/n started, Finn quick to grab a napkin, yet it was wet, "uh-"

"Hey! Hey!" Red shouted coming from the back: "We've all seen messes alright. It's a bar, not a burlesque show! You go clean up; and you.”

She snapped at another waiter; “Pick up this table, you,” she snapped at the young woman who had ran into Y/n, “Clean this up.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Don’t call me that I hate that,” Red argued; walking away; “ma’am what am I an old woman?”

Y/n looked down at herself; “I really am sorry Ms. Y/n.” The young woman apologized.

“No, it’s no problem really; I’ll help you clean,” Y/n told, she quickly kneeling down to help her clean, the woman was quick to follow.

“I didn’t mean to make a fool of you in front of your boyfriend Ms. Y/n.” the woman whispered.

“What?” Y/n asked, picking up mugs and putting them on the tray.

“The gentleman,” She told; “I wish I had a man that looked at , like that- or woman.”

"He's not my boyfriend." Y/n told her, she grabbing the rag from the pocket in her apron.

"Oh."

"What does that mean?"

"Nothing, Ms. Y/n."

"Here." Finn spoke, he handing a mug that had rolled off to its own little world to Y/n.

"Thank you -" y/n spoke, rising quickly too quickly and too close to the table as she banged her head.

"Are you alright?" Finn asked quickly, Y/n nodding rubbing her head.

"Yeah. Yeah." Y/n answered: "thanks..."

Finn nodded as he watched her rush back with the tray of empty mugs, he taking his seat again.

"I'm very sorry for that." The woman spoke, she noticing the armor they all wore and gulped.

"Accidents happen." A solider answered.

"Can I get you anything? New Mead? Or Pie?"

"We're fine waiting for Ms. Y/n."

The woman nodded, apologized once again, and started to leave.

"Actually!" Finn stopped her: she quick to come back: "Y/n had mentioned to me she lives above the bar? Could you tell me how to get to her front door?"

"No." The woman spoke: it was clear as day, and she was stern in her answer.

"I just mean to check on her,"

"Ms. Y/n doesn't like..." She started unsure if it was truly her business to tell.

Finn raised a brow in confusion: "Like?"

"Leaf men." She answered quietly, "I see the way you look at Ms. Y/n, and she won't be in a relationship with one."

"Ooo Ouch." A solider winced, he at least pie Infront of him.

"Shut it." One of the female soldiers spoke slapping him in the back of the head.

"Ow!"

"Why not?" Finn asked.

"Mhm..." She started leaning down to whisper in his ear: "Her brother is commander of the army: he took her position after her father demoted her to snail mucus. She was meant to marry another soldier, but once she got demoted, he left her."

Finn pulled back: "Don't tell anyone." She told.

"You have my word, make sure she's alright-"

But before he could even finish her concerns, Y/n was back out two trays in hand and changed into a new set of clothes.

"Ms. Y/n has worked hard for what she has," the woman said, "Whatever you do don't hurt her please."

"I would never dream of it."

"Thank You."

She walked off to finish her work: "That sucks Sargent Major I really thought she had been talking you up."

"What?" Finn asked watching Y/n wait tables like nothing had happened; "Oh, we're just friends is all."

"Sure."

"Heartbreaker will reach him soon don't worry."

Time pasted: quickly, too, people came, and people went. Finn's soldiers left: Finn stayed behind, he left alone in the middle of the bar with a large table all to himself.

Y/n was putting the mugs in the bucket: "You." Red spoke coming up to her.

"What did I do now?"

"That Soilder Boy is waiting for you." Red told, "The Sargent Major, Second in Command mumbo jumbo."

Y/n walked towards the door that led into the dinning hall, she peaking threw the small decorative cut circle in the door.

"I'll tell him we're closing."

Y/n walked out, empty-handed, and Finn looked up, he quick to get up: so fast that his chair fell backwards and hit the floor with a thump.

"Sorry- Sorry-" Finn apologized, quickly picking the chair up.

"Its okay its just a chair." Y/n answered with a smile, watching him akwardly adjust it.

"I." He started looking at her: "wanted to make sure you were okay."

Y/n nodded: "I am."

"Good. Good..." Finn spoke: "I'll go then..."

Y/n watched as he started to leave, yet he stopped and turned around: "I actually have something else to tell you,"

Finn rubbed the back of his neck: "I know...about Ronin."

"I don't understand-"

"You're siblings are you not?"

Y/n looked down, "...yeah."

"I uh also know about the fiance situation."

"Which means..."

"I know how you feel about leafmen" Finn told.

"So you know about..."

"Ex-fiance. Yeah." Finn spoke: "he sounds like an asshole..."

"He was."

They chuckled softly; "I just thought, you know, It's your bussniess, it should be your bussniess who knows."

"Thanks, I appreciate it." Y/n answered, it grew quiet between the two: Y/n looking towards the window shortly; "Do you maybe wanna stay till the sun rises? It's pretty late, I could make us some tea tonight and then breakfast in the morn'"

"You don't have to-"

"No, really, come on." Y/n protested, "You waited all this time. It seems kinda underwhelming, didn't it?"

"I just thought you should know."

"And as repayment stay the night," Y/n told as she walked away gesturing for him to follow: "come on."

It was a hard debate: at first, he thought it was a good idea: then he remembered Ronin, her brother, and most importantly her own feelings: he didn't want to step on them: and didn't want to hurt her like he she had been before.

Ultimately, he'd follow her through the kitchen. Passed all the employees. Most were talking amongst each other, ending their shift. Yet when he passed by, they stopped and stared, which turned into glares. And the Boss: Red increased his anxiety as she was sharpening the knives with a dark glare his way.

Y/n opened a door and allowed him in: stairs leading up, "Come on." Y/n spoke, taking the lead.

Finn followed behind, Y/n opening the door at the top of the steps.

"Ignore him." Y/n told, pointing to Ronin, who was sleeping on a chair, he had waited for her, her whole shift, "He does that a lot."

"You both seem close." Finn started as she led him into the small kitchen past a hanging curtain.

"Uh." Y/n started the moon shining inside the took from the windows, gave it light, as she went on the search for matches: "He wants to be close. I just....can't get over it. I know I should, but I don't know."

Finding the matches, she walked over to the table to light the little collection of candles she kept in the center of her table.

"You like Tea?" Y/n asked.

"You don't have to make me tea." Finn told: "If anything I should be making you tea."

Y/n shrugged: grabbing her tea pot and some cups, "Im trying to be a good host."

She started the water and threw in some dried elderberry to let it simmer. Into the cups, she added a small cube of sugar. She set them on the table, "You like honey in your tea?"

"Yes please." Finn answered.

Y/n went for the jar of honey: she setting it on the table to open before putting in a spoon to grab a dollop and add one to each of the cups, her hand became sticky: "mhm just a day old. Still taste fresh."

Y/n licked her thumb before returning the jar to the counter and taking the water off the fire and bringing it over to fill the cups a purple liquid coming from the tea pot and was set back on the fire before Y/n mixed them both and handed one over.

"Thank you." Finn thanked taking the cup in both hands before lifting it to his lips, "it smells amazing."

"Elderberry." Y/n responded watching him take a sip: "Its nice after work."

Y/n lifted the cup to her own lips, taking a sip: "it taste even better than it smells." Finn complimented.

Bringing down the cup she smiled: "I'll send a jar your way then."

"You don't have to."

"Really its no problem."

It was silent for a moment Y/n sipping her tea again, she glancing at Finn for only a moment, catching eye contact with him. She smiled: and he froze. She watched his eyes avert in a flustered matter.

"Are you alright?" Y/n asked bringing her cup down.

"Yes; thank you,"

"Okay," y/n answered: "Oh. I should go set up a cot since you'll be sleeping here, Unless you don't mind us sharing mine?"

"Uh..."

"I don't mind sharing my bed. I am a cuddler." Y/n answered with a nonchalant shrug: she looking back at him with a smile.

"You're teasing me." Finn called out.

"Just a bit." Y/n chuckled watching as Finn became more flustered.

Finn found himself stuck, and Y/n enjoyed it. It sounded more malice than it seemed. Finn, in response, was quick to change the conversation.

"So you and Ronin are siblings."

It was Y/n's turn to be stuck: "Oh." Y/n answered.

"Yeah..." Y/n spoke: "We're night and moring twins."

"You don't look like him." Finn spoke: "How come I've never seen you before."

"You have." Y/n answered.

"I have?"

Y/n nodded, "I was the last queens right hand at sixteen-"

"That was you?" Finn asked, Y/n chuckled.

"Yeah, it was."

"I was right then," Finn spoke.

"About?"

"You'd look good in leafmen armour."

Y/n could only chuckle in response, as she ran her thumb over her cup, "thanks-"

A yawn intruppted her, showing how tired she was.

"I'll let you sleep." Finn answered, "I should go,"

"It's fine, Finn, stay, really." Y/n spoke; reaching her hand over to grab his, "I'd hate for you to get hurt on your way home."

His eyes gazed towards Y/n's hand: she holding his hand with a loose grip, thumb rubbing over his knuckles as it did her cup previously.

"Oh I..." Finn started, her grip tightened just the slightest, "can stay I guess..."

Y/n smiled at him, as he gazed back up at her; "You seem...fond...of having me around despite you're past..." Finn commented.

"Yeah, I do..."

"Why?"

Y/n sat in thought; "maybe it was the sword situation,"

"The mess I brought you?" Finn questioned.

Y/n nodded, "Yeah... I lost a big part of my family, I became a leafman because I wanted to protect my family and other families, of course. Even though I'm not a leafman, it doesnt mean I can't help families stay together. You said it yourself it was your mothers?"

"My mother was a high ranking leaf man." Finn answered: "Im the first man to be a leafman in my family line."

"Congrats." Y/n smiled: "pretty big achievement hm?"

Finn hummed in response his gaze on Y/n's hand, she had never let his hand go. With care he picked up her hand, her thumb dropping as she watch him sit up and lean forward, kissing her knuckles softly, he then proceeded to rub over the bone as she hand done for him.

"You're very kind..." Finn answered: "and a great listener, thank you."

Y/n sat stunded as he kissed another knuckle, holding her hand, not wanting to let it go. It was a bold move, one usually matched with Chiveraly. She only leaned forward in response, standing up as she did and pulled her hand away from his own.

"I'm sorry- I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." Finn quick apologized.

Y/n only walked to the side to fill his cup again. She leaned down afterward and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek in return.

"Trust me Finn." Y/n spoke softly: besides his ear, "If you had made me uncomfortable. You'd have gone out my kitchen window."

She finished with a small chuckle, this time the pot being placed on the wood counter. Finn sighed in relief.

"I got to give you props" Y/n spoke up, "Most wouldn't flirt with their second in commands sister."

Yet she received no answer, as she grabbed a jar to fill with the leftover tea. It was silent for a few more minutes, Y/n turning her head to glance at him, yet she caught him shamelessly staring, the look of love over taking the tired look in his eyes.

Topping off the jar, she turned finally snapping his attention back to reality.

"Come on, you're tired." Y/n told.

He attempted to protest, yet Y/n's hand ran across his shoulders and the soft touch seemed to lull him to sleep, and he followed her by hand.

It was full of quiet laughters trying not to disrupt the sleeping commander slumped over in the chair. Y/n showed him where he could toss his armor and showed him the bathroom. They each took turns to change inside. Finn came out after Y/n had, in a change of old chlothes Y/n had given him.

He paused at the frame: watching Y/n tuck Ronin into the chair before placing a kiss on his temple.

Before he was seen, he ducked back in, walking out after a moment, she laid back on the bed with her feet planted on the floor as she looked up at the ceilng.

"Am I intruppting?" Finn asked Y/n looking over.

"Come and join me. Just dont expect my nightly thoughts to last long." Y/n yawned.

Finn joined her with a chuckle, sitting on the edge of the bed, Y/n sitting up. Getting up, she pulled the divider that semi separated her room in two. Giving her a bedroom and a living room. She was quick to plop back down beside him, returning to her previous state, arm draped over her eyes.

"Are you really going to sleep like that?" Finn asked; "It doesn't hurt when you get up?"

Y/n shrugged and yawned again; "I'm always hurtin," She joked.

It was silent for a moment; "Thank you, again." Finn told.

Y/n smiled tiredly; "it's no problem."

Y/n continued to lay the way she did, he waited a moment before taking a side of the bed; he hopped to make himself as small as possible for her comfort. It felt awkward on his end; laying there patiently to fall asleep despite being tired. Yet he dipped in the bed, Y/n's side rising proving she had gotten up. Only moments later did the bed on her side dip again; and the tug on the blanket told him, Y/n had actually gotten into bed. Satisfied he was able to fall asleep in only a moment.

During the early morning hours, they shifted here and there. Backs once towards each other, to facing one another, ending in Finn laying on his back, and Y/n securely tucked into his neck and side, his arm holding onto her side as they snoozed till the sun was barely starting to change the color of the sky. Y/n on natural instinct got up. She is sitting up and stretching on the few hours of sleep she had. Slipping out of Finn's grasp she went to get ready for the day; starting the hot water on the fire as she bathed in the bathroom. Getting out and getting dressed she looked around for socks, and from there she slipped her boots on, and poured herself tea. Returning to her bed to sit on the edge and lace up her boots.

Finn was still sleeping as she finished getting ready, she kneeling besides the bed as he shifted; his hand falling limp over the edge of the bedside and a pillow tucked in under his arm. Y/n smiled, brushing a loose hair from his face with the tips of her. fingers.

"I've got to go now," She spoke softly, "It was fun.... I haven't had that much fun in a while...thank you,"

Before leaving she placed a soft kiss on his upper cheek bone, her lips lingering for what a few would call a moment too long. Yet it seemingly only limbered him deeper into sleep, she smiles; "I can't wait to do it all again tomorrow."

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