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Lost at Sea (+18)

💙 Merman!Miguel O'Hara X GN!Reader 💙

After your neglectful partner lets you nearly drown in a storm, you are rescued by an unexpected party: a merman named Miguel, who offers to help heal you. TW: Near drowning, possible thalassophobia, mentions of past emotionally abusive partner.

💙 Contents: Monster/human relationship, Forbidden romance, Mutual pining, Size difference, Kissing and heavy petting, Cock warming, PinV sex, Underwater sex, Double penetration, Autoerotic asphyxiation, Creampie.

💙 Notes: Holy shit I got way too invested in this one lmao, enjoy

💙 Word count: 7,400

‘God… damn it! CAN YOU GET UP HERE AND HELP—’

Your words were torn from your mouth by the relentless wind as it buffered your skin. The harsh sea salt had cracked your lips and dulled your skin, leaving your cheeks raw and red, and your hands were growing tired from hauling rope.

You were alone on the deck of a tiny ship sailing right into an inferno, and you had no idea what to do.

Your asshole partner had insisted that you go out on their new boat. It’d clearly been an attempt to just show off. You couldn’t get a word in edgewise as they blabbered about their new toy, and eventually you’d just been worn down into going.

You’d tried to warn them about the weather. You’d tried to show them your phone, which clearly indicated that a storm was rolling in midafternoon, but they were too pompous to listen. As always.

You’d agreed to just go a little way out into the cove to see how it ran. They’d made you sit with your hands in your lap while they steered, because clearly you were too clumsy and naïve to touch anything on their precious vessel. You bit down your complaints and tried to enjoy it while you could.

And then, of course, they’d pushed it too far. They’d gone too far from the coast in an attempt to show off.

You’d watched the sky turning from pale blue to a foreboding grey, the clouds growing dark like a bruise on the horizon. Over and over you’d said to turn back, and over and over you’d been told the same thing: You were overreacting, you were petty, you were just trying to ruin this for them.

It was only when the first spatters of rain began to hit the deck that they’d finally decided to turn around, and their stubbornness had cost you dearly. The storm had rolled in faster than you could turn the vessel around. The beach was still just a blurry line in the distance, and the storm was threatening to throw you to the sea’s mercy.

Despite their previous snide comments about you not touching anything, they were currently below deck somewhere while you were struggling to hunker down the sails so you didn’t overturn.

‘Where—are they, fuck—Would you PLEASE help!’

Your desperate cry echoed against the thundering of rain overhead, but there was no reply. You could see the light was on downstairs. You knew they were there, could they really care about you so little?

‘I’m trying to batten everything down! Just hold on!’ Their voice floated out from behind the closed door. It only served to distract you from your job, as you still could barely hear what they were saying.

‘WHAT?’ you cried.

‘I’m battening down!’

‘BATTENING WHAT DOWN?!’

‘Just—’

A fresh gust of wind unsteadied your feet, and the rope slipped from your hands. The sail above was caught by the storm and began to turn the ship faster than you could keep up with.

‘S-Shit, no, no come on—’

You felt your feet slipping on the cold wood. The spray was blinding your sight.

‘Shit… shit—’

You clung to the rope as hard as you could, but when the next wave came in it slipped. Your knot hadn’t been tight enough. To your horror your feet were entirely swept out from underneath you.

‘HELP! HELP!’

You hit the deck and felt the wind knocked from your lungs. You tried to stand but the storm was faster than you, and as you squirmed on the wet deck your body began to slide. You rolled across the slippery wood right towards the edge.

‘No, NO—HEY! HEY! HEL—’

You didn’t even get a second chance to call for help.

You were flung down into the ocean with your stabilizing rope snaking after you into the blackened abyss, and the last thing you saw was your partners silhouette in the single lit window.

The water was freezing as it hit you. You sank down easy into the dark and the chaos.

You thrashed. You clawed. You squirmed and exploded bubbles from your maw, but your clothes were weighing you down, and the storm kept whipping waves over your head every time you even vaguely breached the surface. You got three or four good breathes in before you were swallowing sea water, and your arms were too tired to keep you afloat.

You kept thinking they’d save you. You kept thinking they’d come. But you just, kept, sinking.

Down, down, where the storm sounds were dulled to nothing. Where the world was a weightless, crushing void of indigo. Down to the unknown.

You couldn’t hear, couldn’t see. Your body drifted into the darkness.

But you could have sworn, right before you lost consciousness, that you felt someone grab you.

…

You woke slowly to the sound of sea birds.

One thought immediately filled your fuzzy mind. You were alive?

You blinked your eyes only to find them slightly crusty with salt. You had to wipe them clean with your wrist, and as you moved that you realized how sore you were. You were cold and stiff, your ankle swollen, but you were alive. How on earth were you alive?

You blinked your eyes a few more times until the crust broke, and with a low moan you began to take in your surroundings.

You were inside a gaping cave, a huge, jagged opening in the side of the bay. You assumed it must be the same bay you’d initially left from and not another since the rock was the exact same colour. There was water gently lapping at your side, water shallow enough to give you a view of the rock beneath. It was faintly pink, covered in barnacles and filled with seaweed and rocks.

A rockpool. You were in a rockpool cave.

You could feel something soft beneath you, which felt strange considering where you were. When you shifted your fingers, you realized that you were laying in a bed of wet kelp and moss atop a rock. Was this, natural?

You winced as you tried to move. The odds of you surviving like this were just non-existent, right? To have been swept into a safe cave, without hitting any rocks on the way, and all in enough time that you hadn’t drowned? It couldn’t be true. It couldn’t. This was unfathomable. There had to be another explanation.

‘Are you awake?’

You jumped at the sound of a stranger’s voice echoing through the cave. It was deep, husky, cold. It wasn’t like any voice you’d ever heard before. You winced for a second time as you tried to roll, and the stranger spoke again.

‘Careful—careful, you’re hurt.’

‘Who—’

You shuffled onto your elbow and peered out towards the caves opening, trying desperately to see who was here. Was it some passerby who stumbled in, or perhaps a coastguard who’d tracked you? Perhaps your luck was turning after all.

But, there was no one at the cave mouth. You frowned, at first, until you felt the breath. Hot, warm breath, stirring your neck. You turned around and yelped.

Beside you was a man. Or at least, part of a man.

Deep red eyes peered at you from beneath a mop of long, thick, dark brown hair, hair that lay is braided strands around his neck and shoulders. He was muscled and broad, his skin brown and calloused by old scars. You could see salt crystals hanging from those thick locks about his shoulders, and it appeared that his skin had been painted or tattooed with smooth neon red lines.

He was a pretty man, a rugged creature of the sea, but he had strangely kind eyes. You could see his unkempt brows were raised in an attempt to seem unthreatening. By all means, if you’d met him in any other scenario, you would have simply been too shy to say a word. You would have been smitten, not frightened.

It was what lay beneath his muscled waist that scared you.

His pelvis gave way to a gargantuan torso, one that resembled the body of a large fish. His tail was long, its skin glimmering a deep and jewel-like navy blue, ending a taper that was decorating with a huge, fluttery, blood red tail, one that crinkled and rippled like fabric. You saw his little fleshy fins, his smooth spines, all glittering with little beads of water.

His fish half was floating idly in the deeper pool while his human torso clung to the rock you were perched on. His eyes were fixed on you, and he had you surrounded.

‘Ah… Y-you—’

‘How do you feel?’

The man’s voice came out gruff as he interrupted your stuttering.

‘I… I’m—’ You tried to speak but struggled to get a single word out. You were paralyzed by a mixture of fear and confusion.

‘You’re… scared, yes?’ the man said in a lower tone. He was trying to sound soft, to sound confident, but it was hard to underplay the powerful image of this otherworldly monster lying across your only way of escape.

‘Y…. y—’

‘I won’t hurt you’ he said slowly. He was clearly a little impatient, a little stiff, but he was trying. ‘I won’t.’

‘You, wont?’ you stammered. The man nodded.

‘I could have hurt you many times before now. I haven’t.’

When your eyes widened in horror the man suddenly sighed, realizing a little too late how that his example was less than comforting. ‘What I mean is, just- I won’t hurt you. I do not plan to hurt you, which is why, I haven’t. Okay? I swear’ he elaborated.

‘What- What are you?’ you said, your voice quivering. He shifted his enormous tail.

‘I’m- me’ he grunted.

‘Yo… what- what does that mean? What are you?!’ You repeated again.

The man tilted his head. ‘Is this, the shock, talking?’ he asked. It was hard to tell if he was being deliberately sarcastic or just struggling to give off a genuinely concerned tone, which certainly threw you off. ‘I, truly can’t tell. Do you want me to answer that genuinely?’

‘Y… You’re, um- you’re, real?’ you said, both a statement and a question. At that he unexpectedly broke into a dumbfounded smile, one that looked comforting on his weather-worn face.

‘Ah. It is the shock, then. I am real, yes. I am—’

‘You’re ah, uh—you’re a, merman’ you stammered. His smile softened as his eyes darted about your face.

‘Yes’ he said softly. ‘Yes, there you go.’

You began to murmur to yourself as you drew up your knees. ‘I’m…. I-I’m sorry, I—’

‘No need to apologize. I’m automatically wary around humans, but, you are… Not exactly a threat.’

‘I… No. I’m, not a threat’ you dumbly replied. You noticed the smile lines by his eyes grow deeper before he coughed to cover them up.

‘Hm. My name is, Miguel, if that helps’ he grunted. He seemed a little uncomfortable being so personable, but he was trying his best to ease your fear. It worked. Slowly you began to relax.

‘Hi’ you mumbled back, ‘I uh… My name is, Y/N.’

You noticed his tail flicking slightly in the deeper pool, causing ripples to dance across its surface towards you. ‘A pleasure to meet you’ Miguel replied in that cold but gentle voice, ‘if only it was under better circumstances.’

‘W- Where, um- can I ask, where am I?’ you panted.

‘You certainly can, you just did. You’re close to shore. You’re by the beach which extends towards the docks from which I assume you left. It’s low tide right now so, if you follow to the right you’ll get back to the beach. I’m, unsure if you can walk though, due to your ankle, and… unfortunately I cannot swim you out yet with the low water. Later, though, I will, when the tide comes back. That was my plan.’

As Miguel gave his monotone recital of your situation, your mind drifted elsewhere. One niggling thought kept bothering you.

‘You… did, you—did you rescue me?’ you asked. It felt a dumb question, but you were truly dumbfounded by this whole situation.

To your surprise, Miguel immediately nodded. ‘Yes. I did. I sensed the ship in the storm and went to check it, and I found you struggling beneath the waves. I hoisted you above the water and… well, I feel I must apologize to you.’

Miguel paused and rubbed his thickset jaw. It was hard to see his face in the dark, but, did he look ashamed?

‘I tried to take you directly to the docks but… With the storm, it was extremely busy. There were sailors trying to cover their vessels all over the board, and—well. I could not risk myself being seen. I brought you here so that I could shield you from the waves without being seen.’

‘No that… that’s, fine’ you mumbled. ‘I mean, I’m grateful you saved me at all. I really… really, thought I was going to die there.’

‘It’s nothing. You’re safe now. Though, I have to ask, why did you go out alone in the first place?’ he asked.

You blinked. ‘Why—what do you mean?’

‘Why did you go out into the storm, on the ship, alone? You’re in shock right now but… You don’t, seem like the kind to be that, risky, to put it nicely’ he repeated.

Immediately your brows furrowed. You remembered it all then; your asshole partner taking you out, forcing you to deal with the ship from the outside as the storm you had predicted would roll in did inevitably roll in. Had they even done anything to save you? Had they even noticed?

Miguel tilted his head at your expression. ‘What is it? Why are you looking at me like that?’

‘Uh—no, it’s not your fault. Sorry. I wasn’t on the ship alone, and it wasn’t my choice. My, partner, I guess, wanted to go out and I didn’t want to start a fight by refusing. I knew there was a storm but they… didn’t- Ah, fuck- they didn’t listen to me.’

It felt strange saying partner at this point. In your head you certainly weren’t thinking of them the same way you used to. Really, you hadn’t thought of them like that for a while.

You slumped a little on the moss. ‘Ah… fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m gonna have to deal with that when I go back.’

Miguel didn’t say a thing at first. He just lay back and watched you writhe with patient eyes, until he noticed your foot impatiently tapping.

‘You seem… tense’ he murmured.

You tried desperately to look away.

‘Is it the pain?’ he asked. You shook your head.

‘No, I don’t—’ You tried to draw up your knees to your chest but you winced the second your ankle moved. You got too embarrassed and let it slide back down. ‘I don’t… want to go back.’

Miguel blinked again. ‘Why not?’

‘What do I have to go back to?’ you said with a slightly sad laugh. ‘That—asshole? Who left me on the ship, who let me fall overboard? I’m sure I’ll go back and, I’ll either get chewed out like this was my fault or I’ll get smothered with worry and guilt tripping until I internalize that it WAS my fault, and either I stay with them in that shitty cycle or- or I leave, and, I try to figure shit out.’

You tapped your foot violently at the thought. ‘No. I’m not going back to them. Not again. I- I can’t. I WON’T. And, in that case… I got, nothing. No home, no- friends out here, no real assets just… ah. Fucckk.’

You hiccupped into an awkward finish, and after that you were too ashamed to continue talking.

Miguel sat with you in silence. In the silence you could hear the slippery smooth sound of his skin as his tail coiled and shifted beneath the water, mixed with the dripping of water from above. It was terribly tense.

‘Okay. We’ll, wait.’

You were surprised by his blunt dismissal. You were sure that this creature would want to be rid of you, or would complain about your attitude, but, he seemed unphased. At least, he seemed unphased. His face was so hard to read.

‘Would you like me to check your ankle, then?’ he asked, gesturing to the swollen inflamed pound above your foot. You blinked. Wait, he was worried about you?’

‘Y- uh, sure. I’m not sure what you can do for it though.’

Miguel carefully angled his tail and slid forward until his torso was right next to your own, allowing his hands to find your ankle.

‘Mm… I’ll, try not to hurt you’ he murmured. You nodded, and slowly he began to feel over the swelling. You shuddered the moment you felt his hand. God, his hands felt good. Strong, calloused, worn, warm. It was a new feeling to be gripped by something like that.

You realized, then, that the clothes you’d been wearing were gone. They must have been stripped off in the storm? Either way, you were wearing nothing but the one-piece bathing suit you’d been wearing beneath them.

If Miguel had noticed he didn’t say anything. He continued stroking over the soft bump in your ankle with diligent eyes. ‘It doesn’t look like it’s broken’ he muttered to himself. ‘Which is… good.’

To your internal horror, you felt your cheeks growing warm. He was ever, ever so pretty, and so gentle. He didn’t look like he should be this gentle.

His breath hit your shoulder as he worked, and against your better judgement you leaned into it. It felt… nice. For something so cold, so wet, he was so human too. Your body continued to lean in until you realized that you were practically nestled into the crook of his neck.

You looked up, and your eyes met. He glanced down at your face with slightly raised brows.

‘Mm?’

‘Ah—sorry, I’m- I’m tired’ you stammered, forcing yourself up. He didn’t approach you nor rebuff you; he simple chuckled, his lips turned into an adorable half smile. He looked old beyond his years, you thought.

‘It’s fine. You can rest if you must.’

You felt the heat growing deeper. You coughed with pursed lips and turned to stare at the wall. ‘No, no, I’m fine. I’ll be fine.’

You hadn’t realized how touch starved you were. You hadn’t been treated kindly in far too long, and this one basic gesture was causing you to overflow. He was very, very pretty. Really pretty. It really didn’t help the situation, just how pretty he was. God, it was all you could think about. You just kept letting it go around and around in your mind.

Pretty, pretty, rugged sea beast.

‘Your partner.’

You jumped back into the moment at the sound of his voice. ‘Ah- yeah? What- what about them?’

‘Mm. That’s a very telling response’ he noted. You shuddered as he continued to massage your ankle.

‘I—Sorry, I didn’t mean to be snippy.’

‘That’s not what I meant’ he grunted.

‘Well… Then- can you just, say what you meant then?’ you said. He glanced at you again.

‘I wanted to ask you about it. You sounded distressed.’

‘I… I mean, yeah, I am. You don’t have to worry about that though.’

‘I know I don’t. I just am. They sounded… Cruel, the way you described them’ Miguel noted as he rubbed at your ankle. You gave a sad grunt of a laugh.

‘Mm. Cruel, I guess it- I used to hate when people said that, because it made me… It made me feel stupid, I guess, for downplaying things that they apparently so easily spotted as unfair or bad or toxic.’

‘If they were- controlling you, I fail to see how it was your fault’ he noted. ‘You clearly didn’t like it, but, it sounds like you had no other choice.’

‘Mm. You’re very astute for a fish.’

He snorted a laugh, his lip tilting at the corner. ‘Mm. I’m human too, you know. I understand loneliness. I understand it well.’

‘Are there not many others like you?’ you asked curiously.

His hand squeezed the upper part of your leg to test for tenderness and you shivered. He took note. ‘Not really. The ocean is big, there’s a lot of- empty space. Sometimes we travel in packs but… that is, unusual. We only really gather to mate. I usually drift by myself.’

‘Huh, so uh- I guess you do have, what I assume is quite a bit of experience with love then’ you gently teased.

His tilted smile turned sad. ‘Oh, no. I have been… unsuccessful in love. It’s been a long time since I managed to find a mate. A long, long time. I, more or less stopped bothering.’

‘Y—wait, really? You? How?’

He glanced up and you immediately baulked at how overt you’d been. ‘I mean—I—’

‘Are you, implying I’m attractive?’ he asked. You tried to look away but it was so hard, with those big red eyes and those full, rough lips. You swallowed hard.

‘Ah… I mean, objectively, yes. You’re, a very attractive man’ you said, placing desperate emphasis on the word ‘objective’.

His smile had vanished, seemingly out of shock, but it came back as he observed your awkwardness. He didn’t seem used to smiling. ‘Huh. Well, mil gracias. That’s kind of you to say.’

You smiled and turned to silently sitting, and as he continued his work, he intentionally began to get closer.

Behind his calm expression, Miguel was sweating. He was petrified you’d realize that his brushing of your ankle was just a ploy, an excuse, to remain close to your soft little body.

He couldn’t let you see how his eyes lit up when he saw your face. He couldn’t let you see how warm his cold, scaley body felt in your presence.

He’d seen so many humans in his life, and none sparked such excitement in him. You’d fallen down into his world like an angel from heaven, a gift from Poseidon right into his arms, and even though you’d been barely lucid when he held you above the stormy waves he could have sworn you’d seen him.

Your exhausted body had clung to him as he kept you safe. You’d nestled into his chest, your arms around his neck, and you’d whispered. You’d whispered, ‘thank you’. You’d whispered, ‘beautiful’.

He didn’t know if you remembered that. It seemed that you didn’t. Still, part of him was praying you’d remember.

His eyes drifted from your ankle to the cut of your swimsuit where it clung to your skin. He watched your hips shift, your chest heave as you breathed. He felt that soft, primal thud of his heart, and looked away.

‘When you eventually return to the land, what do you think you’ll do?’ Miguel asked, trying to bury his interest in small talk. His torso was now pressed in at your side with your faces turned in opposite directions.

You sighed. ‘I got no idea. No idea. I guess I’ll have to just… figure it out, right? I’ll have to find a new place, try to- get my stuff back I guess. It’s gonna be exhausting but, what else can I do, yanno? It’s just… Whatever. It’s a part of life. Man, I’m not looking forward to tryna figure out dating again.’

‘Do you think, you’ll begin looking for a new mate quickly?’ Miguel asked. His eye turned a little to try and catch your eye.

‘Mate. Huh. As weird as it sounds… I kind of, want to move on’ you mused. ‘I want the, confirmation that it’s over, that I can move on and proof that there’s better out there.’

You didn’t notice the way Miguel’s tail began to whip in the water. His hands drifted up your leg.

‘That’s understandable. Well, don’t worry about that right now. You may stay with me as long as you wish’ he said.

You chuckled. ‘What, are you suggestin—’

You turned, again, and this time you found yourself nose to nose with Miguel.

That single, simple moment hit you like a wave breaking on shore. It was the sudden realization that you felt something. Something tangible. Something, real.

Yearning. A deep, basal yearning in your loins that were pulsing with your blood, one that seemed to palpitate outside your body. It was as if it was physically coiling around you both, like your joint curiosity was manifesting.

You blinked. Miguel’s eyes darted over your face, almost like he was looking for something. You tried to breathe but it caught in your throat, and immediately his eyes widened. He’d found what he was hoping for, praying for.

‘Are you okay?’ he murmured. You dumbly nodded.

‘A-Ahuh…’

‘You, seem… a little, breathless’ he noted. You couldn’t even respond. For a tense minute you were both silent, nose to nose with your lips barely an inch apart. Neither of you would move.

‘Most… people, wouldn’t let me get this close’ he said after a while. He was testing the waters. ‘Even after saving them.’

‘T… They wouldn’t?’

‘No.’

Your chest heaved and brushed his own giant pecs, briefly giving a taste of skin on skin. The way your eyelids fluttered drew him closer. That throbbing in your loins get harder, stronger. His breathing got faster.

‘I can… move back, if you want’ he asked. That simple question was dripping with a million layers of nuance.

‘N… No, it’s fine’ you replied. He swallowed, and you watched his adams apple jolt. When he spoke again you felt it hit your face.

‘Is it, just, fine?’ he asked. His deep voice had dipped.

Your whole body shuddered.

‘You will have heard rumours, I’m sure’ he said softly. ‘About, dangerous fish men. Otherworldly merpeople, come to the shore to grab innocent people who they drag away for- unsavoury purposes.’

As he spoke you peered around his shoulder, watching the way his tail flicked. It hit you how huge he was in that moment. With his tail he was nearly twice the size of your body. Your eyes rolled back with a soft pant, and the first thing you saw was the fangs glinting behind his parted lips.

‘Those poor people. What they always fail to mention, is that they all come willingly.’ His voice had dipped to a whisper, and it was making you tremble. He could almost smell the need in you.

‘These poor, unwanted people, whose shoulders grow heavy from the weight of the world, they yearn for the sea. It is, weightless. It is, free. Erotic.’

As he spoke your body slid down the slimy rocks into the warm pool, and just as he’d described, you began to float. Your body lost all tension as he helped hold you up beneath the gently lapping water.

‘But it is…. Lonely. The ocean is vast, and it is empty, and it is cold. And some of us… Can’t help but yearn for the warmth of your people. Your, hot blood, your little bodies. The warmth of your, lost, and weary, who would maybe understand us.’

His breath hit your ear, and you felt it in him too. That same loneliness. That same yearning.

‘I have not touched another soul in a long time’ he whispered. ‘I would be… grateful, to relieve myself, with you. I will happily set you free too.’

‘Please.’

You blurted the word without thinking, and despite the desperation in your voice he seemed to sense that. He didn’t move any closer. He held himself about an inch away, with his lips by your ear and his long, slippery body gently wrapped around your own.

‘Do you wish to taste something different?’ he whispered.

‘Yes’ you panted. The tension inside you was growing painful. ‘Yes, yes.’

‘Do you long for the sea?’ he purred.

‘Yes—’

‘Do you long for me?’

His pelvis sank down and began to rub between your legs. You let out an audible moan, one that echoed in the confines of the cave.

‘Y-Yes, please—please, please’ you repeated. The moment you moaned he gave in.

Miguel leaned in and kissed you hard, smothering your lips with his own. You could taste the salt on his rough, warm skin, and when his tongue slipped out you tasted it there too. He was rough but slow, occasionally opening his eyes a crack to see your response.

Your eager little mewls, your touch starved whines, they fed him. He pushed you up against the rocks with a rough growl.

‘Mm—’

His tongue was warm in your mouth as it explored. As you shyly broached his lips with your own tongue, you felt his fangs, sharp and thick and smooth. You whimpered as he moved in deeper with a second groan.

‘Mmm…. Mm, mm—’

His claws began to roam your body. You felt him start at your hips, his fingers squeezing the unfamiliar flesh, before moving up to your waist and then your chest. His thumb hit your nipple and you squeaked, drawing out another groan from him.

You were breathing on each other, hot and heavy, huffing through the nose as you whined and moaned. Never had you been so sought after, never had anything pet you with such ravenous hands.

You melted in his firm grip, giving in to his strength and his power, until something unexpected jolted you back into the moment. Something slippery, long and hard was probing between your legs and up your belly.

Your eyes shot open mid kiss. Sensing your hesitation Miguel pulled back, allowing you to glance down and see what you’d felt.

Two joint phalli, one on top of the other, both the same pale red as his tail decoration, emerging from the same slit in his pelvis. They were smooth, clean, slightly curved with a rounded tip.

You stared at his offering with curious eyes.

‘Ah… o-oh, I—’

‘I’m sorry, I couldn’t- keep them down’ he murmured. He sounded a little embarrassed, a sight so cute on such a gruff man.

‘No. No, it’s okay. It’s okay.’ You darted your eyes from his face to his shafts as you reassured him. He gave a soft nod as he sensed your interest, and slowly you reached out to touch them.

Your first thought was how wet they were. They were slippery, already dripping with something thick and viscose, almost like Vaseline.

It was oily in your hand as you tried to fist it back and forth. It twitched as you stroked, which you noted with a soft throb of your own, and you caught his eyes rolling. You squeaked when he abrupted bucked into your hand, forcing that thick, slippery cock to slide through your fingers and back again.

‘Ah… sorry, it- I haven’t been stimulated in so long’ he groaned.

‘I-It’s okay, you’re all good’ you said. You gingerly gave him a few more strokes, using both hands to rub both shafts. You watched his tail thrash in response, his back arching and rolling to rock them deeper. His gruff little moans were so sweet.

‘Ah- please, m—mm- may I have you?’ he pleaded.

You faltered only for a moment. It wasn't usually like you to be this impulsive, but you wanted this. You wanted him. You wanted freedom.

You nodded and slowly slipped down, presenting your body to him to guide. He took it.

You lay back and let him strip your swimsuit aside. You felt his fingers as they slipped beneath the wet fabric, as they brushed your skin for the first time. You felt them ghosting over your inner thigh, just barely stroking your pussy lips as he pushed the suit to the side.

You tensed and gasped; it was enough to give you goosebumps. He spread you wide without shame.

You watched Miguel’s eyes roaming. He notes the hairs on your arms standing up, the feel of raised skin as he stroked them, the sight of your chest heaving as your breath came a little faster. He could see your nipples harden beneath the suit.

Most of all, though, he stared at your perfectly framed cunt beneath the shifting water. He used his thumb to curiously spread you, noting the folds beading with slick.

Beneath the water his joint phalli twitched in unison. You hadn’t noticed, but his eyes had begun to glow a bright neon red. He wanted to plunder whatever sweet pearl was inside.

‘You will… need to be, careful’ he panted. You stayed still as he grabbed your ankles, tenderly pushing them in until your knees folded and your back bent, creating a perfect mating press. You shuddered as his smooth body settled in on top of you. You felt his cock poking at your naked pussy for the first time.

‘I will have to… manoeuvre them, a little, so I don’t try to penetrate you with both. That would be- painful. I will use one to stimulate you instead, is that… okay?’

‘Yeah. Y-Yeah, that’s okay.’

‘Good. Okay… Just hold onto me’ he purred. His hand tenderly slid down and around to cup your lower back while the other gripped the rock by your head for support. You felt his thumb stroking your spine. So soft, yet so rough.

You dug your nails into his back, and you let him slip in.

His cock went in smoothly, with little to no resistance, but that didn’t change how much space it took up. They were both huge.

It slid up like a snake, guided by that strange, slippery lubricant coating the silky skin, until it could go no further. You were now fully penetrated, your belly bulging and your clit smeared by his second little twitching shaft. You squirmed a little to adjust.

Fuck, it ached. It felt good, but it was really splitting you in half. You’d never been stretched like this, ever, not even close.

‘F-Fuck- ah, that’s, big—’ you winced.

‘That- that’s it… I’ve got you… You're mine now’ Miguel groaned.

Fuck, you here his, and you were tight. Your skin felt good on his scales. Soft, malleable flesh, a cute squeezable body, perfectly impaled. He flexed and twitched his cock to feel it nuzzle your insides, imprinting it with little smears of precum. He wanted to remember this. He wanted to stamp the feeling of your cunt muscles clenching and quivering around him on the inside of his brain.

Bit by bit, he began to move.

‘A-Ah—’

In the water you could feel his skin as it slid across you, moist and slick like wet silk, moving with a dexterity and flexibility that no human could have. It made you shudder. Your brain knew that it felt wrong, but the pleasurable tightness in your gut told you that you didn’t care.

You dug your nails into his back and relied on his own huge hands to keep you steady.

‘Uhn—uhn— uhn—’

His soft grunts echoed above you as he nestled into your neck.

‘That’s it… That’s it. Ah- you are, so, soft…’

Your legs shook a little as he drew back and forth, his two long shafts shifting in tandem. You felt the longer rod easily filling you before slipping out.

Bit by bit the initial ache in your core started to subside. You began to relax. The pain numbed into a soft, smooth, pleasurable motion, and you began to moan.

You lost track of time in that private space, as you indulged your most perverse needs. You were lulled by pleasure. The slow rhythm of his pulsing, the gentle stimulating rubbing on your clit, the wetness and the warmth, it was like a dream.

You wanted this. You wanted to be wanted. In that moment, as he nestled your cheek and whined for more, whispering how good you felt in your ear, you forgot your asshole ex. You forgot everyone.

Part of you would have liked to be caught. You quivered at the thought. To be found like this, utterly impaled by this beautiful ethereal creature. It excited you.

You only noticed that any time had even passed when a salty wave hit your cheek. Wait, was the water, rising?

You didn’t get a chance to think about it. You were lost in the moment, your head dizzy from the sensations overstimulating every single one of your senses. The cave echoed with the slapping of water, the rhythmic pounding of flesh as he fucked you. His grunts were rough, tinged with some deep inhuman clicking sound that was almost like purring.

The sound of your taboo little fling filled the cave until you drowned in it.

The water kept rising. It was breaking, lapping, streaming in to lap over your conjoined bodies. It almost seemed to be mimicking Miguel’s own feelings; the peaking, the brewing tension in his gut as he wallowed in pleasure.

He started to get faster.

‘Miguel--!’

You tried to cry out but he fucked the words from your mouth. His claws raked your skin as his abdomen thrashed and humped you into submission.

‘Uhn- uhn- uhn—uhn- uhn-'

‘Mi—a-ah—mi—Mig—’

Wave after wave swept in, until eventually, you were covered.

With a sudden gasp you went under.

In the frantic thralls of mating Miguel didn’t seem to notice. You watched bubbles rise to the surface as you gasped and moaned, sounds that were utterly muffled by the deep. A pressure covered your mouth and nose until you were utterly unable to breath, a pressure that matched the pressure on your insides. You could focus on nothing now but that wet slap, the pounding of flesh going in and out of your guts, the passionate thrashing of his tail as he fucked you raw.

It was too much. Right as you started to get lightheaded, you orgasmed, your whole body spasming and straining around his cocks.

The feel of you clenching thankfully managed to snap him from his trance. Miguel drew his head from your neck to find your eyes rolling backward, and in a panic he lent forward and kissed you. His lips were full and smooth, easily drawing back and forth against your own, and as his tongue snaked down into your throat you felt the last cusp of your conscious mind pleading for more.

But then you gasped, and you were not met with a mouthful of sea water this time. Miguel withdrew his lips from yours and with it he blew a small air bubble across your mouth, allowing you to breathe.

You realized that water had filled the cave so high that you were both now suspended, your body clasped in his hands to stop it drifting away. You could see all of him. His long tail snaking, his thick fleshy shafts between your spread legs, his broad beautiful human torso above you. You saw it all.

You panted hard as your eyes met. You were still impaled on his cock, with his strong arms and muscular tail holding you beneath the water. He panted back, bubbles flying from his lips. As soon as he confirmed that you were, in fact, breathing, he grunted, and to your surprise pulled himself out.

You watched the bulge in your belly slip out as his cock exited your hole.

For a moment you were distraught, sure that you’d done something wrong, but it was only for a moment. He immediately pulled you close and entered you again, though this time he entered you twice. One cock slipped its oily girth into your cunt while the other slid up into your anus, filling you to absolute completion.

He groaned, hard, and immediately started to rut you again. He wouldn’t allow you to be hurt, but by god, he couldn’t bring himself to stop. He was on the cusp of euphoria.

‘A-Ah—fuck--!’

Your moans were no longer muffled as he started to fuck you again. Your screams just kept him going. The sweet siren call of your own pleasure, your own need. It drove him to seek it, drove him to arch his tail and buck his hips for more.

He grabbed your wrist with one of his hands and pulled you in close, smoothly wrapping himself around you until you were bound by his body. It looked almost sweet, like you were ballroom dancing, but it was anything but.

He was using every muscle he had to push against your weightless state, working against gravity to fuck you all the same. You clung to him as he squeezed the life back into you.

‘Ah… Miguel—!’

His entire, massive slender form was thrashing and humping to get deeper, closer, harder, almost crushing you in response. You just kept begging, screaming.

His tail whipped ferociously. His grunts were forming bubbles in the deep, little manifestations of his primal urge. He thrust, and he thrust, and he thrust, and he ravaged your creamy little cunt with each one. He forced your legs a little further apart with his slippery body. He pushed in deeper.

And then, with a guttural, wordless groan, he climaxed.

You let him cum inside you. You let those long, slippery shafts pulse and pump, creaming you into a whimpering mess, stuffing you up until it was all you could feel. The warmth, the grip, his body and flesh merged with your own. You took all he had to offer between your legs.

‘A-ah… ah….’

In the comedown you found yourself floating. The cave was completely filled with water, something that seemed impossible.

Miguel grunted and gently swam you both to the surface, to a tiny pocket of air left at the top of the cave. As you surfaced your little air bubble popped and you gasped. There you stayed, floating weightless in his arms as he held you to his chest, allowing you to relax. You were sore, and bruised, but it was so, so worth it.

‘Are—are you okay?’

Miguel’s voice jolted you from a sleep you hadn’t even noticed yourself falling into. ‘Y… Yeah, ah—very, very good’ you panted.

He let your head fall back so you could meet his gaze, but he kept his shafts inside you, and he kept his arms and tail around you too. He kept you close.

‘Come with me.’

His eyes were eerie in the dark water. They glowed so brightly, like an anglerfish’s lure, a deep and passionate red that danced across your skin.

‘Let me take you deeper’ he whispered. ‘Let me- adore you.’

‘C…. C-Can I, do that?’ you stammered.

His eyes were so soft in the dark. He leaned in and kissed the corner of your lips.

‘If you wish it’ he whispered again. ‘You can leave your life behind. I’ll take you away. I’ll take you somewhere beautiful, somewhere quiet and calm, somewhere they won’t bother you anymore. A world untouched by any man.’

‘I… what if I change my mind?’

Miguel blinked. Did he look, hurt? It was hard to say. He raised his dripping hand to his lips and blew another bubble, which he tenderly held out to your face.

‘It’s an offer to come with me. To be free. I offer you my breath, that’s all. But you can have the rest, too. You can have the rest of me, if you let me have you.’

Your heart skipped a beat beneath his glowering gaze. To your surprise, it was an easy answer.

‘Yes.’

Miguel purred. He popped the little air bubble and instead kissed your lips, creating a new one over your mouth as he simultaneously sank you back into the depths.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara x you #miguel x reader #spider man 2099 #monster human relationship #merman #merman x reader #merman au #merman Miguel o'hara #merfolk #monster smut #forbidden romance #miguel o'hara smut #+18

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sh1-n0bu · 9 months

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✿ 𝙟𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙪𝙖𝙣’𝙨 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙠! ✿

characters: jing yuan x nb!reader

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, crack, chaos, jing yuan having an obsession with ur cheeks, this was much more funnier in my head. i suck at writing😔😔

notes: i need to learn how to shift so i can make this mans my husband hhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

STEP 1: TENDERIZE THE MEAT

it was no doubt that jing yuan was an incredibly affectionate and clingy lover. and that tragically only amplifies when his lover - aka you - has been away for a few weeks long business trip to another ship of the xianzhou. it only made sense when your fluffy haired lover immediately threw himself into your arms just when you've barely stepped in through the front door, calling out his name.

"yu! i'm ba-" before you could even finish that sentence alone, a large man with fluffy white hair crashes into you, knocking the both of you down onto the floor of your shared home. to say he was heavy would be an understatement. his large body was practically crushing you, almost to the point of crushing your chest cavities in.

"my love!!" a dramatic voice calls out from on top of you before sobbing noises could be heard. burying his face into your chest, the general sobs. shoulders shaking and heaving. but you were too old for his tricks and shenanigans. you've been dealing with jing yuan's shit for a whole of five centuries, after all. this was nothing new.

"where have you been?! why didn't you answer my texts?! or even read my messages?!" the general continues to complain loudly, like a child who's favorite toy had been taken away from him.

well, it was hard to answer him when he was literally crushing you under his weight, snuggling his face into your chest with sobs - he just wanted to feel your chest on his face, that was all - and when you have quite literally been busy with business to start with. not to mention the latest stellaron crisis thing has made signal quite weak too.

however, before you could even let out a sigh at his continued shenanigans, you see him peek up at you with the same old golden eyes. golden eyes looking up at you from where his face was smushed oh so comfortably against your chest. you can just feel the clingy man's lips quirk upwards into a smug grin.

reaching his hands up, the general cups your cheeks in his large and warm hands. calloused from years of battle and hardships yet still gently cradling your face in his hold. he always made sure to be absolutely gentle with you. sometimes.

once his favorite part of you was safely and securely in his hold, your oversized, clingy, cat-like lover wastes no time. poking, squeezing, prodding, turning your face into many different shapes as he giggles to himself as if he was centuries younger again. back when he first met you. back when he was just a simple cloud knight in training, hopelessly pining after you, stuttering and tripping over his words as he tries to make up a sentence to talk to to you.

STEP 2: SEASON THE MEAT

reaching up to a more comfortable pose to give him more better access to your soft cheeks, jing yuan leans over you with his face in his ever so smug look. but to your trained eyes, you could see just how much the man had missed your warmth. your affections. the way your hand would run through his long hair and leave his face peppered in kisses.

"missed you. missed you so much" the general of the luofu mumbles, a cute - adorable almost - lovesick grin on his face as he leans down to pepper your cheeks in kisses. of course, it isn't jing yuan style if he doesn't make any theatrics out of his love and adoration for you.

loud, overdramatic mwah! mwah! mwah! mwah! noises coming from the cat-like man as he leaves not a single spot left without being absolutely smothered in his 'love attacks'.

while of course, you just laid there on the floor, accepting his kisses and dramatic jing yuan style of showing affections. how could anyone ever blame you? jing yuan was a great kisser and he loved to shower you with them. you did missed him as well.

oh, you poor sweet summer child. if only you knew what your mischievous lover was planning...

STEP 3: BON APPETIT!

"yu... lemme mwah get up first mwah, will you? i get it, i mwah missed you as mmf well, my love. but please, let mmgg me eat something first" you hum softly, not exactly making any move or indications that you wanted to get up despite your words.

what can you say? your lover was a great kisser. an absolute A+ kisser. soft, gentle pecks peppering all over your face, taking away your breath everytime he decides to dip just a bit closer and steal a kiss or two - or maybe even three - from your lips. but you really needed a bite to eat. your stomach was literally growling just like how mimi would at times. and that was saying something.

"5 more minutes..." the clingy man hums softly, lips still tightly pressed against the soft fat of your cheeks. you simply let out a hum in response, thinking that he was going to kiss you again before -

chomp!

huh...? wait no what? literally. hold up. seriously, no joke. hold on a fucking moment. a literal fucking second to let [name] catch their thoug-

nom! nom nom nom!

before you could even allow your poor exhausted body and fried brain comprehend just what the fuck was going on, your absolute pain in the cheek of a husband decides to on-nom-nom his way on your cheeks. literally. it felt like he was trying to eat you alive like a steak.

STEP 4: TRY TO SURVIVE YOUR LOVER'S WRATH

"jing yuan, one of the seven arbiter-generals of the xianzhou alliance, one of the six charioteers"

uh-oh. not only was that a full-blown full name call but also with his titles?! rest in pieces, jing yuan. try not to trip over your own feet while your seething lover with a bitemark on their cheek chases you down the entirety of the luofu ship with the infamous flip flop in hand. you will truly be missed.

"uhmm..." how should yanqing even begin with his question as he tries to comprehend what happened to your poor face? more specifically, the bitemark on your cheek which seemed red and still fresh. ouch.

"what happ-"

"a lion bit me"

"mimi?!"

"no. another lion"

just then a very much sulking and pouting general with a fluffy white hair comes into the room. face looking like he was ready to sob at any given second, looking very much like a scolded child. that was all the explanation the young lieutenant needed.

"oh".

#nobu.writes #hsr x reader #hsr x y/n #hsr x you #hsr x gender neutral reader #honkai star rail x gender neutral reader #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail x reader #jing yuan x you #jing yuan x y/n #jing yuan x reader #hsr jing yuan #hsr fanfic #hsr fluff #gender neutral reader #gender neutral insert

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emilybeemartin · 8 months

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Inktober Days 10-12

Day 10: "Fortune"

On the farthest-flung spit of the Florida Keys are a handful of islands bearing the second-oldest surviving European name in the US, recorded by Ponce de León for the abundance of sea turtles and the lack of fresh water (Florida’s name is considered the oldest). Shallow straits create a ship trap that has claimed hundreds of vessels from the age of sail, including loaded Spanish treasure galleons. Old lighthouses stand as memories to the effort to guide ships through lucrative but risky channels. Rising from Garden Key is a hexagonal fortress—Fort Jefferson, the largest all-brick fort in the US, which housed Union prisoners during the Civil War. Under the turquoise water are some of the most intact coral reefs in the continental US. The water teems with sea life, and in addition to several year-round seabird species, the islands serve as stopovers for migrating birds. It’s a treasure trove lousy with natural and historical abundance. A vast fortune of biodiversity and human history.

This message is not brought to you by Visit Dry Tortugas LLC—it’s brought to you by a too-romantic ranger who’s a sucker for lonely maritime outposts and would desperately like to visit this unusual little member of the National Park Service.

Day 11: "Wander"

Some parks more than others seem to invite visitors to wander. It’s the twists of a path, dipping in and out of the rises in a landscape. It’s the light filtering through dark forests, promising something new beyond the branches. It’s the shoulders of a massive mountain standing like a beacon, or its invisible summit covered in clouds. Mount Rainier, like so many other protected places, seems to beckon—come. Explore. Take it in.

But stay on the path—alpine habitats are fragile.

Day 12: "Spicy"

Olympic was the first park I fell in love with, and it was a twenty-year long-distance relationship. A National Geographic article I read in high school painted a picture of verdant rainforests dripping with moss, wild windy coastlines, and high snowy peaks. I desperately wanted to see these places myself, stand under the towering cedars and breathe in their spicy scent. My desire to visit was so strong that the summers I worked in Glacier and Yellowstone, I would constantly plot the drive west, hoping the travel time would somehow get shorter. It was eleven hours. I could do that in a long weekend, couldn’t I? Take one of my precious few days off and just blitz to the coast?

The plans never worked out, which is probably for the best. Instead, after two years of Covid-cancelled plans, my husband and I decided to make the trip together from the east coast. It was infinitely better than a snatched day and a half all alone. For a week, we explored the glaciated mountains, rocky beaches, and primordial rainforests. After two-thirds of my life spent pining after this park, it was everything I’d dreamed it would be and more.

#31 days of national parks #inktober #dry tortugas #mount rainier #olympic #inktober 2023

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kaminokatieemoved · 1 year

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Interruption || Obi-Wan Kenobi

Synopsis - Obi-Wan interrupts you having some time to yourself. The next day, you go to him to discuss what he had seen, only to find yourself in an unexpected predicament.

Warnings - NSFW. Pining. Love Admission. Masturbation (F And M). Oral (M And F Receiving). Virgin!Reader. Virgin!Obi-Wan. Unprotected P In V Sex.

Fancy Buying Me A Coffee?

Obi-Wan Kenobi was in love with you. He had been in love with you for some time but he was too afraid to see it, after all, Jedi weren't allowed to form attachments and he felt like he had formed a strong one with you. You felt the same though, of course you did, how could you not? He was extremely attractive, kind, caring and most importantly, he was loving. Obi-Wan was known to put other people first before himself and that was what drew you to him. But he didn't know. He didn't even have an inkling that you had feelings for him. You hid it very well that was, until that night.

Obi-Wan sat in bed on his holopad taking in the recent Republic News. Nothing new, interesting or important was happening on that front, so Obi-Wan threw his holopad to one side and sighed dramatically to himself. As he looked around his rather barren room, Obi-Wan felt his mind wonder to you. Your smile, your laugh, the way you held yourself in battle. He was wondering how you were doing, after all, it had been a few days since you had last seen each other what with your busy schedules and all.

"Maybe I should go and see her," Obi-Wan pondered to himself aloud. He checked the time: it was late and sure you were probably getting yourself ready to go to sleep but there was something in his gut telling him to visit you tonight. With another sigh, Obi-Wan stood up and took his carefully folded garments off the back of a chair situated in the corner of his room. He got dressed and silently made his way down to your quarters.

Conveniently, your quarters were quite close to his own, but, the walk felt like a lifetime. Obi-Wan found he always felt anxious when he was around you: his heart would beat rapidly, his palms would become sweaty and his mind would become clouded. However, he tried to ground himself, reminding himself that you too were a Jedi, just a Jedi. The halls of the ship were silent apart from the occasional trooper passing by on guard duty. Obi-Wan would simply bid them a goodnight, not bothering with pleasantries, before continuing on his way to your room.

As he reached your room, Obi-Wan felt his heart begin to race. He contemplated going back to his own quarters, but that feeling in his gut was still present telling him to knock on. Just as he was about to knock, he heard a soft whimper come from inside your room. Fearing you might have been hurt, Obi-Wan wasted no time in knocking and just barged in silently. When he entered his jaw dropped to the floor: you were spread naked on your bed, blanket pushed behind you, legs parted wide, eyes closed and two fingers stuffed inside your glistening cunt. "Mmmm oh fuck," you whimpered, biting your lip slightly. "Obi-Wan, please." His eyes widened at the mention of his name. You were thinking about him? Whilst touching yourself? Him?

Obi-Wan swore his brain had short-circuited for a second before he realised that your bedroom door was wide open. Panicking, he slammed the door shut with him still inside your room causing you to realise that someone had intruded on your 'private time'. Your eyes shot open and your fingers withdrew from your pussy, reaching out for the blanket propped behind you to cover yourself up. "Obi-Wan!" You screeched, fumbling to cover yourself up with the blanket. When he didn't respond, you shouted at him again. "What are you doing here?"

"I-I-" Obi-Wan stammered, trying to find the right words whilst trying to wrap his head around what he had just witnessed. He should have left. Why didn't he leave?

"Get out!" You yelled, throwing a pillow in his direction.

Turning on his heels, Obi-Wan swiftly exited your quarters. He pulled his Jedi robes over his crotch to cover the tent in his trousers and bolted down the corridor back to his quarters, praying that the clones wouldn't stop him for a conversation. When he finally made it back to his room, he rushed in slamming the door behind him and sinking to the floor. His erection was pressing against his garments that it became suffocating and uncomfortable. Of course he had thought about you in such compromising positions before, but he always felt wrong touching himself to thoughts of you and so he refrained. Up until now.

Obi-Wan was quick to stand up and take off his robes as well as the clothes that were suffocating him, discarding them on the floor without caring about future creases. He dropped his boxers and practically jumped on the bed, hand wrapped firmly around his length. Images of you sprawled across your bed with your fingers inside of your cunt entered his mind and Obi-Wan automatically began pumping his cock. Obi-Wan never touched himself, so the moans thoughtlessly fell from his lips. "Fuck," he cursed, grasping the base of his cock a little too harshly. His pace was rapid, haphazardly sloppy, as he chased his own high. Thoughts of you moaning his name so deliciously filled his mind and within mere seconds his orgasm washed over him. Stuttering his hips up to meet his hand motions, cum spurted out of his plush pink tip, spilling all over Obi-Wan's exposed stomach. Panting, he looked down at his spend and groaned. He wanted to feel disgusted with himself but with the post-orgasm haze the only thing that was really on his mind, was sleep.

Obi-Wan's eyes fluttered open as his alarm rung through his quarters. Blinking rapidly, Obi-Wan had managed to trick himself into thinking that what had happened had all been just a dream. That was, until he looked down at his stomach. With a groan, he rolled out of his bed and picked his robes up off the floor before making his way to the shower attached to his room. Turning on the shower and stepping in, Obi-Wan welcomed the water as he lathered himself up with soap, desperately trying to scrub off his orgasm and the shame he felt along with it. He stood there for what felt like hours, just letting the warm water fall over his skin, basking in the feeling of being clean. When Obi-Wan finally decided to get out, he turned the water off and wrapped an orange towel around his waist loosely. Plodding into his room, he heard a quiet but rapid knock coming from his bedroom door. Rubbing the back of his neck, he groaned and rolled his eyes before responding. "Hold on a moment!"

"Obi-Wan, it's me." Your voice rang through the door. "It's really important, I'm coming in."

"Wait, Y/N-" He tried to protest, rushing to the door in an attempt to stop you, but you had already opened the door and walked into the room.

Your eyes widened at the sight in front of you and you quickly closed the door behind you before walking further into the room. You tried to ignore the blush that had crept onto your face and attempted to ignore the fact that Obi-Wan was in nothing but a towel, his hair and beard dripping remnants of water from his shower. "We need to talk," you said simply, motioning to the bed. You sat down and patted the space next to you. Completely speechless with embarrassment, Obi-Wan obeyed your silent command and sat down next to you, closing his legs. "About last night-" You started.

"Don't," Obi-Wan interrupted you, holding a finger up. "We don't need to talk about it."

"Yes we do," you said sternly. "I didn't mean for you to see any of that. If I knew you were coming, I would never have engaged in such behaviour."

"I should have knocked," Obi-Wan replied. He couldn't help the fact his eyes trailed down your body before they landed on his own lap. "I thought you were hurt and my instincts just kicked in."

"You thought I was hurt?"

"I heard you whimpering and the thought of... Masturbation... never crossed my mind," Obi-Wan answered honestly, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm sorry Obi-Wan," you whispered.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you before Obi-Wan decided to talk. He wasn't sure where his question came from, but he couldn't help but ask. "Were you really thinking of me?"

Your eyes widened. "You heard that?" Obi-Wan nodded, almost sheepishly as if he should be the one embarrassed. "Oh Obi..."

"Were you?" He asked again, earning a nod from you in response.

"I know I shouldn't have been," you said quickly, holding your hands up to physically show your defence. "I-I couldn't help it!" You wanted to tell him you liked him, loved him even, but the words couldn't leave your lips. You had never really said it out loud yourself even though Anakin had teased you about it constantly. "Say something."

Obi-Wan looked at you as he brought up a hand to his beard to play with the strands of hair. "Did you finish after I left?"

Your mouth hung open at his words and a snort erupted from you in disbelief. "Of all the things you could say and you decide to say that?"

Obi-Wan looked at you. "That's not an answer."

You blinked at him before responding. "No. As soon as you left I got dressed and cried myself to sleep."

"You cried?"

"Out of embarrassment, yes of course," you admitted. Obi-Wan's hand fell from his beard and reached out to grab your own, squeezing it lightly in reassurance.

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about," he whispered, completely forgetting the fact he was in his towel now. "I was just surprised."

You nodded in response, licking your bottom lip nervously. You weren't sure what to say. You had said all you came to say. "I should go," you whispered to him, standing up.

"Stay," Obi-Wan said quietly. Almost begging you. He stood up with you, your hand still in his. With a slight tug, Obi-Wan had pulled you into his body. You were so close that you could feel his breath fanning across your face which brought another blush to spread across your cheeks as he looked down at you. You looked up and met his eyes, removing your hand form his and from then on, everything felt like it went in slow motion. Your hands raised to rest on his exposed chest as Obi-Wan's lips met yours in a chaste, soft kiss. Butterflies exploded in your stomach as Obi-Wan's lips melted against yours, moving across them almost effortlessly. "I love you," he admitted quietly into your lips.

You pulled away from the kiss and Obi-Wan rested his forehead against yours as you sighed happily. "I love you too Obi," you replied. As soon as you responded, his lips were on yours once more. This time he kissed you hungrily, as if all his admission of love was poured into this one kiss. You moved your hands away from his chest and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him closer into you. You were desperate for his touch. As if he knew, Obi-Wan's hands wrapped around your waist, resting on the small of your back. "I need you Obi-Wan," you whispered.

"I'm right here," he replied, chasing your lips.

"No I mean, I need you," you repeated, trailing your hands down his body and resting on the towel covering his cock.

"Oh," was all he could reply with as you sunk down to your knees.

"Is this okay?" You asked, asking for permission to de-towel him. Obi-Wan's breath hitched in his throat as he nodded, his cock hardening by the second at the sight of you on your knees in front of him. You smiled at him sweetly as you unwrapped the towel from his waist, eyes widening at his size as he became known to you. "Oh my," you whispered to yourself, but this earned a laugh from the man towering above you.

"Is it to your liking?" Obi-Wan asked rhetorically, his hand making it's way down to his cock, gripping it. You gulped and nodded in response, unsure of how exactly to voice your praises. You put your hand over Obi-Wan's and moved it out of the way before placing your own hand around his cock and gave a few experimental pumps. Obi-Wan groaned in response and bucked his hips forwards, earning a smile from you. Without hesitation, you licked your lips and sunk his cock into your mouth, hallowing your cheeks as you did. This made the Jedi above you whimper and his hands instinctually went to grasp your hair, pushing you further down on his length. You were embarrassed to say you could only take him in your mouth half-way. Obi-Wan's cock was long, veiny and thick, at least 7-8 inches and curved slightly at the top, but that didn't stop you from wrapping your hand around his base once more and sloppy wanking him off as you sucked. Obi-Wan shivered at this new-found pleasure, relishing in the feeling of your wet cavern around his member and your hand pumping away at the remaining few inches. "I could get addicted to this," he mused to himself quietly. You ignored his comment and dragged your tongue along the underside of his cock all the way up to his tip, swirling your tongue around the exposed head that had had your mouth metaphorically watering a few moments before. Obi-Wan decided to move his hips in turn with your sucking, forcing his cock further down your throat than you were able to take which caused you to gag slightly and pull up for air. You shot Obi-Wan an apologetic glance and he smiled back at you reassuringly, moving one hand from your hair to your cheek and caressing it with his thumb. You went to place his cock back into your mouth, but Obi-Wan pulled away, much to your confusion. "Let me taste you now," he whispered.

"Are you sure?" You stuttered, but Obi-Wan simply replied by hoisting you up to your feet and turning you around to push you lightly onto the bed.

"These are getting in the way," Obi-Wan said, motioning to your Jedi robes and your garments. "Take them off," he somewhat commanded. You nodded sheepishly and slowly began to take off your clothes, leaving Obi-Wan to relish in the sight of you naked before him once more, but this time, it was all for him. When your clothes were fully removed, Obi-Wan pushed your back against the mattress and pulled your legs apart agonisingly slow. He took a moment to admire your glossy cunt, twitching in excitement for him and what he was about to do to you.

"I've never experienced anything like this," you whispered lowly. You had no reason to be embarrassed, after all you were a Jedi. Jedi don't usually do things like this in order to ensure no attachments are formed.

"Neither have I," Obi-Wan admitted, looking up at you. "We shall experience this together. May I?" He asked, motioning to your cunt. You nodded in response, and without any hesitation, Obi-Wan dived into you like you were a five-star, five-course meal. The second his lips made contact with your folds, a moan of his name left your lips. This only spurred Obi-Wan on more, licking long, tentative stripes up your slick in an attempt to taste every inch of you. You grasped the bedsheets underneath and hoisted your legs up so that they were Obi-Wan's shoulders, giving him greater access to your sex. His tongue teased your entrance, begging to be let in, and your hands shot to his hair in an attempt to hide your embarrassment. However, Obi-Wan didn't pay any attention and instead forced his tongue into your hole.

"Oh Maker, Obi-Wan," you whimpered quietly. You threw your head back as far as it would go as Obi-Wan continued to eat you out like a man starved of nutrition. His tongue danced inside your cunt almost expertly and you were surprised that he had never done anything like this before with how well he was doing. Bringing you close to your orgasm already, one of your hands fell from his head and to your clit working slow circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves. "Obi-Wan, I'm going to cum," you announced.

"Do it, my love," he whispered to you. "Cum on my face. Now."

As if one cue, you came undone. Your legs began to shake violently over Obi-Wan's shoulders as your orgasm washed over you. Your vision spotted white and you looked down to see Obi-Wan continuing to lick up your folds, desperate to prolong your orgasm. "Obi-Wan," you whimpered as you came down from your high.

"You taste delectable my dear," he smiled at you, moving his face from your cunt and wiping your juices off of his beard. "I can't wait to feel you."

You looked away from Obi-Wan out of embarrassment as he began to line himself up with your entrance. He slicked the tip of his cock up your folds to lubricate and shivered at the contact. "Stop teasing," you almost begged. Obi-Wan shot you a cheeky grin before pushing himself into you slowly. "Ow!"

"Fuck," he cursed under his breath. He had only put the tip in and you were already gripping around him like a vice. "So tight."

"Don't say that," you mumbled. Obi-Wan bent down to kiss your neck, leaving trails of open mouthed kisses against the delicate skin around your jugular vein.

"I'm going to push myself in completely now darling, stay still for me and relax," Obi-Wan cooed into your ear. You nodded and took a shaky breath in as Obi-Wan pushed himself further inside of you, now fully sheathed inside your cunt.

"Shit," you cursed, grabbing onto Obi-Wan's shoulders in an attempt to keep yourself grounded. "Please don't move yet, I'm not ready."

"Don't worry darling, just tell me when," he replied, biting down lightly on your earlobe.

You nodded in response and waited a few seconds before giving Obi-Wan the all clear to move. "Okay," you said breathlessly. "You can move."

"I'll start off slow," Obi-Wan said reassuringly. True to his word, he started off slow, pulling his cock out of you completely before stuffing himself back inside instantaneously. You let out a quiet cry of his name as he repeated this motion a few times. "Does that feel good my love?" He asked, more so to reassure himself that what he was doing was right. You nodded quickly and wrapped your arms around his neck to keep yourself still. Although his thrusts were slow, they were hard, almost knocking the wind out of you with every movement of his hips.

His name fell from your lips like a prayer to whatever Maker may have been out there. Obi-Wan used this as an excuse to fasten his pace, thrusting in and out of you at insane speeds. Your head was spinning, another orgasm closing in on you before you even had time to recuperate from your first one and you were dragging your nails down Obi-Wan's exposed back, sure to leave marks later on. "Maker, Obi-Wan," you whimpered, trying to warn him of your orgasm.

"Are you going to cum again my dear?" He asked, feeling your walls tightening around his cock. You nodded qucikly, unable to speak. "Squeezing me so well," Obi-Wan choked out as he continued to drill into you. A whimper ripped from your throat as Obi-Wan continued hitting that spot inside of you continuously, forcing your second orgasm to finally wash over you. "Good girl," Obi-Wan growled into your ear. "Can I cum now baby? Please?" He asked, begging for permission to spill his load inside of you.

"Yes Obi," you replied, begging. "Please."

Obi-Wan let out a slight nod and lifted his head to watch your face contort into different expressions. "So pretty," he whispered to you, trailing one hand down your body to cup one of your breasts tenderly. "Going to cum inside of you Y/N," he whispered to you, never breaking eye contact. With a few more staggered thrusts of his hips, he came inside of you and with an extremely loud groan of your name.

Silence.

All's you could hear was Obi-Wan's rugged breathing through the ringing in your ears despite making intense eye contact with the Jedi hovering above you. "Y/N," he whispered to you, collapsing on top of you. "Was that okay?"

"Amazing," you replied breathlessly. When you finally caught your breath, you began laughing as Obi-Wan's weight became crushing. "Obi, you're crushing me."

"Sorry dear," he apologised, rolling off of you and into the empty space next to you.

You turned your head to the side to look at Obi-Wan and smiled at him lovingly. "We should do that again."

Obi-Wan nodded, returning your smile. "Only if you want too."

"Naturally," you replied with a laugh.

"I know we shouldn't, attachments are forbidden but, will you be mine Y/N?"

"I thought you'd never ask Kenobi," you smirked.

"Stay with me for a while, I have a council meeting I need to attend with Anakin later. It would be nice to have your company too."

"Are you sure?" You asked, tilting your head to the side. Obi-Wan just nodded in response, closing his eyes.

Maybe you'd have time for one more round before he had to go to that council meeting.

This took a lot of effort and about five hours of my life, but I guess I'm happy with it! For you @walkingintheheartbreaksatellite <3 I love you!

Requests are open (please state whether you want SFW or NSFW) however, will take me some time to get too as I'm currently struggling with my mental health at the moment. Please respect this.

Not proof-read.

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dilf-din · 7 months

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10 of the bed sharing prompts for RC please? 🥹💜

Hope you wanted 1500 words of Cassian pining his ass off!

Rebelcaptain (Jyn x Cassian)

WC: 1450

Warnings: none, fluff

10. there is only one good pillow and we both don't need the neck pain, so I guess we have to press our heads close together

Jyn and Cassian were no strangers to sharing beds. In fact, they usually volunteered to share with each other when there was a shortage on bunks. Bodhi complained one too many times about Cass snoring, so Jyn swapped with him to shut him up. They slept back to back, rump to rump. He watched her six, and she watched his. Just like everything else about them, it worked seamlessly, wordlessly, a trust that went both ways.

People knew better than to tease them about it, knowing Cassian would shoot daggers with his eyes and Jyn might actually throw a real one if anyone so much as insulated that there was anything beyond a working partnership between them. They were in the middle of the fight of their lives still. There wasn’t time to sit and doodle his name with hearts in her holopad. I mean, sure, she had thought about it, but that was a conversation for future them. Anything she might have felt, she stowed deep down. Compromising what they had was too great of a risk to the rebellion.

Cassian, on the other hand, was head over heels. The first time Jyn yanked a very whiny Bodhi off the edge of the bunk and pointed to the top spot that she had been occupying moments prior, Cass might as well have held his breath the entire night, not wanting to snore and drive her away too. Feeling the soft curve of her ass nestled against his and the sharp point of her shoulder was enough to drive his thoughts wild. His heart pounded in his chest as he willed for it not to echo through the whole room and give him away. K2 definitely knew and teased him about it endlessly when it was just the two of them.

“I swear if you ruin this for me, I’ll reprogram you,” Cassian hissed as they heard Jyn boarding the ship and tossing her pack to the floor next to Cassian’s. K2 put his hands up in defeat, and even though it wasn’t really possible, Cassian could tell he had a devilish grin pulsating through his circuits.

The mission went fine, as they usually did. Often, they were just sent to gather intelligence, secure allies, handle the diplomatic side of things. Their contact was an older gentleman who offered his fishing shack close to the shore for them to stay the night in.

“Storm’s rolling in, but she’s tucked up there on the cliff. Shouldn’t be a problem,” he smiled, handing a rusted keyring to Cassian and pointing in the direction of the pale yellow house in the distance. They thanked him before stepping out into the thick, late summer air. Rolling grey clouds were already blocking the last of the sun’s ray. Beneath the sky, the ocean churned, waves breaking messily on the deep brown cliffs and the beach below.

Cass and Jyn drew their hoods in tight before stepping into the sharp wind to finish the last leg of their trek. Small specks of rain pelted their cheeks while pockets of hot air broke against their faces. Jyn ducked behind Cassian’s shoulder as he tried to take the brunt of the gale. They struggled the last few hundred yards as the force of the wind seemed to pick up at a steady rate. Part of the cliff jutted out, shielding the shack from some of the tempest. Jyn was thankful for the momentary reprieve as Cassian forced the aged key into the dilapidated lock, twisting it and shoving with all his strength until the door caved inward, creaking on its hinges and allowing them to stumble inside. It took both of them pushing back against it to latch it once more. Cassian bolted the extra storm locks while Jyn flipped on the lights. They were met with a one room cabin filled with dusty furniture complete with faded fabric and loose springs. The shutters shook violently under the wind’s force, but they both reasoned that, if it had stood this long, it would survive the night surely. Cass tossed their bags down near the rocking chair adjacent to the door as Jyn crossed the creaky floor to flop an equally creaky bed. They had been on the move for almost two full days, not even having time to steal a nap earlier, and her exhaustion was starting to set in.

Cassian chuckled at the sight of her sprawled out on her stomach hugging the pillow to her face. He fished a clean set of clothes out of his bag and headed to the curtained off shower nestled in the left corner of the room. Jyn always chose to sleep whenever possible. Cass always opted to shower or read to decompress first if he could. Her soft snores filtered through the curtain as he stood under the stream of lukewarm water scrubbing his hair clean. The ends were starting to curl at the nape of his neck, and he wondered if it was time to schedule a haircut when they got back to base. The threadbare towels didn’t do much in the way of drying him off. His pants stuck to him in several places as he struggled to pull them on before Jyn turned to see him. Her snoring persisted though, even when he stepped on a particularly creaky board, even when thunder shook the ceiling beams, even when the mattress groaned as he settled beside her and wrestled the blanket from her grasp.

He had combed the cabin over and found no other pillows or even an extra blanket he could ball up under his head. Jyn had the only one in the whole house captive as she snored into it, unbothered by the tropical storm whipping the house around like a reed in the wind. He tried laying flat on the mattress, feeling as if the floor would be more comfortable than the lumps and springs pressing into his back. The house groaned like it was an old man, tired of being weatherbeaten, old bones aching for reprieve. Cass sighed and turned to his side facing Jyn in front of him. His hand moved to the edge of the pillow and tugged it carefully. It glided out of her grasp and to the middle of the bed. Cass inched forward until his neck felt a marginal sense of relief. The motion made Jyn stir slightly. She rolled on her shoulder, now nose to nose with Cassian. He froze. Part of him screamed to face the wall, giving her some privacy, but most of him wanted to stay, to brush the hair from her forehead and feel the warmth of her breath, a beautiful reminder for the breath in their lungs. But the smell of her even if she didn’t shower was such a comfort, that he decided to allow himself just a few more minutes in this pretend bliss. His hand came to rest tentatively between them as he drifted off to the sound of waves crashing against the cliffs, reaching their long fingers towards them, but unable to breach their safe haven for the night.

The few minutes he allowed himself turned into a full night’s sleep, both of them anchored to a single pillow on a musty mattress. Dawn’s light crept in through the thin curtains pressing a warm line to Cassian’s jaw like a lover’s gentle hand. His eyes opened to a sight he had only ever seen in his dreams, Jyn’s soft features illuminated in an even softer light, the edges of her cheeks and the tip of her nose kissed by the sun. He watched the way her pouty lips parted as she breathed in through her nose and out through her mouth, each puff of air mussing the lock of her hair that curled around her cheek. For a moment, he was bold enough to wish that her eyes would flutter open, that he would finally know what his favorite shade of green looked like first thing in the morning under the cover of her thick lashes. He wished to see her lips curl into a smile upon taking in his face in front of her, and for this all to become habit. His cheeks flushed the same shade of pink as the clouds dotting the morning sky, happy to have survived the storm. Not wanting the daydream to end, he inched two fingers towards her hand and overlapped them, drinking in the warmth of her beneath him. He closed his eyes once more, hoping she slept for hours longer, stayed right there beside him, safe from the world.

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polar-equinoxx · 1 year

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A fic masterlist! Finally!

And here is my ao3 account :D

Take your pick, all of these are sfw, full of fluff or angst and definitely hurt/comfort; and are rated either gen or teen^^

More detailed summaries added underneath each one and oh my god this post is so long

featuring the main two of all of these bc why the hell not

Oh and the series on ao3 is linked in the headings of each sector :)

I will be updating this whenever I write more fics, so keep watch XD

☁️The heavens told me that clouds have been grey

all of my icemav fics! So guaranteed smooches <3 none of them link to each other unless they are in a seperate series ^^

find the masterlist here! yes I made a seperate post its because there are so many of them quq

🌟Canons shoot ships but not this one

all of my fics that could fit into the canon timeline, (featuring an occasional icemav smooch cus lets be for real they did probably kiss at least once)

find the masterlist here! yes I made a seperate post for this too lmao

Long-fics (5k or above)

🍁Hot Summer Nights to Cold Winter Days (18k words, 10 chapters split between two works)

Rated Teen, with fluff and a genourous amount of angst and hurt/comfort

When Goose and his pilot were allowed to go to Top Gun, then Ice couldn’t think of anything better. Only until he’d seen Maverick and fallen head over heels in love with him. That July Saturday had changed everything, Goose had gone, and Maverick had fallen into a deep dark pit, and Ice, wanting to look out for Maverick, had dived straight in after him, unwilling to let his wingman get stuck there. Ice promised Maverick he’d go to the ends of the earth with him, and that is what he would do, even if it meant they’d both hurt.

❄️Returning to You (25k words, 15 chapters)

❄️ Letters : Epilogue (1.5k words)

Rated Teen, a lot of angst. Seriously. But a lot of hurt comfort to make up for it :,) Oh yeah, the amnesia is the cause of the angst..

In the months after Goose’s death, Maverick has been forging a deep friendship with Iceman. So deep, in fact it feels like nothing could come between them, even though he hasn’t been entirely honest about exactly how he is feeling. It’s hard to do, but it only seems to get harder when a scouting mission takes a turn for the worse.

🌷Galloping into the Cold (5k+ words, completely a wip, 3 chapters right now)

Rated Teen, angst, fluff hurt-comfort, medieval au, they ride horses.

Thomas Kazansky, nicknamed Ice for the personality that isn’t even his; feels like he’s stuck in his pampered posh life. That’s until he falls off his horse and meets Peter Mitchell and realises he might have a chance to be something other than his surname.

🌙 when the human strokes your skin, that is when you let them in (29k words, 14 chapters)

Rated Teen, angst hurt/comfort and secretive mutual pining with miscommunication sprinkled on top

Top Gun. Top Gun! Maverick had only gone and actually done it, and it would be the best five weeks of his life, for sure. If only there wasn’t a distraction with the name of Iceman. Anyway, he was so relieved that he was going to do it and win that trophy with Goose. But many things don’t go to plan.

🌹Roses (5k words, a 4+1)

Rated Teen, angst, unrequited love, a lot of valentines days, pining and eventual fluff

Nobody in Iceman’s life has meant more to him than Pete Mitchell does. He’s dangerous and annoying but incredibly cute, and Ice thinks if he looks at him one more time with that smile of his, his legs are going to give out under him. Try as he might, he can’t say anything to address the crush he has on him. // Or, the four times Ice wants to admit to Maverick that he loves him and the one time he does.

🧊Not Enough (11k words, a 5+1)

Rated teen, angst, self doubt, abusive parents, mutual pining and eventual fluff

Iceman has been told one way or another and all through his life that he's not good enough, for whatever that may be. He dreads turning out even the slightest bit like his father, and he'll do everything in his power to stop himself from becoming like him. / Or, five ways people say to Ice that he's not enough and the one time he says it.

🐎Heaven In Your Eyes (WIP, 2 chapters at 3k)

They r cowboys, no-one dies, (!?!), they ride horses, with pining, fluff and friends to lovers

Thomas Kazansky is the notorious peace-maker of the new place in Colorado the people call Durango. Pete Mitchell was supposed to be passing it on his way to California, but the small town seemed nice enough to stay for while. For some reason, their paths keep crossing, but Pete, as rebellious as he is, doesn't mind. / Or, a western icemav fic that takes place in 1886

❤️‍🩹Goose lives AU (Goose lives and there's no such thing as DADT)

❤️‍🩹Seasick (1632 words)

Rated Teen, sickfic, hurt/comfort A mission is flown, the mission is successful, but a certain Pete Maverick Mitchell is seasick. Badly.

❤️‍🩹Saved by Sickness (2037 words)

Rated Teen, sickfic, hurt/comfort, this is how Goose lives lol The thing about Iceman is that he never gets sick. Or at least he thought he didn’t. Most of the time it was just a cold. Most of the time he jut felt a little bit more tired for a couple of days, then he was back to normal. This was not one of those times, as he's about to find out.

❤️‍🩹Spur of the Moment (3788 words)

Rated Teen, with fluff, pining, Goose and Slider embarrassing both Ice and Mav, and no DADT cus who am I to do that??? Maverick is about to fall asleep standing. He's so tired that the last thing he's going to be thinking about is what comes out of his mouth. Especially if it's 'baby'. Especially if it's to his wingman. Or, Maverick calls Ice 'baby' for the first time.

🕊Angelus AU (The icemav boys are angels, but that isn't normal)

🕊Growing Pains (1494 words)

Rated Teen, patching up injuries, angst, post-argument, hurt/comfort He doesn’t know how he gets to his bathroom, but once he reaches a point that lets him lift his head up to try and see his back in the mirror, he’s immediately chucked into a pit of horror and disbelief. “Oh god-” His wings were growing. God dammit of course they had to choose tonight to start.

🕊Cold Wings (2137)

Rated Teen, patching up injuries, fluff, hurt/comfort

The good news? Ice was there. / The bad news? There was blood all over his back and he was about to collapse over the sink. / “Oh jesus christ-” Maverick says as he shuts the door behind him and goes straight over to him, dropping the towel on the floor. || Or, Ice's wings decide to appear at a very awkward time.

🌠Shooting Stars (A small series where the icemav both stargazed as kids and Maverick dated Charlie beforehand)

🌠Starboard Half Light (3104 words)

Rated Gen, with pining, and hurt/comfort

It had been such a tiring day, and so emotionally charged too, so why was Maverick still wide awake? It seemed like the only option he had left was to go see Iceman, his newly titled wingman. Hopefully he was awake. Maverick just wanted to talk to someone. Or, Maverick and Iceman talk on the starboard side of the USS Enterprise for the entire night

🌠Shooting Stars (1886 words)

Rated Teen, a lot of kissing and pining. So much kissing seriously.

Maverick has always loved stargazing, ever since he was a kid. He has also had a crush on Iceman ever since he laid eyes on him. So what better to do than go stargazing with him, right?

🌠Afterglow (1635 words)

Rated Teen, hurt/comfort obviously with mentions of guilt tripping and Mav's past relationship with Charlie

“I- I promised…” “Hey, hey… you don’t have to be s-” “Yes I do,” Maverick interrupts him. “I promised her I wouldn’t because she’d- she…” She? “Who, Mav?” Or, Maverick wakes up in the middle of the night and tries to hide the nightmare he's just had from Ice, because he knows what will happen if he tells him.

#ms tg #ms fanfics #if you're reading this then beware the long post!!!#but if you're reading this then how was the long post?#and here are the tags for all of these!#ms hsntcwd #ms rty #ms gitc #ms wthsystiwylti #ms hiye #ms angelus au #ao3 #masterlist #fic masterlist #top gun fanfiction #fanfic

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mvrtaiswriting · 2 years

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hi, hello! may i got promt 3 luffy from kissing event? i hope im not asking to much! have a wonderful day/noon/night!

Luffy x prompt 3: pressing their foreheads together while kissing

hiii ♡ you're absolutely not asking for too much - this is what I'm here for!! thank you for requesting this <3 I`'m really sorry, this turned out to be shorter than expected which is something unusual, but I'm just as happy with this work and I hope you'll enjoy it too! I decided to go for an established relationship this time cause.. we deserve a break from all the pining, and teasing, and uncertainty. I only want what's best for luffy 😭 I hope this meets your expectations, have a wonderful day/noon/night too!! x

gender neutral! sfw, super fluff.

feel free to reblog, like, and leave a comment. i would very much appreciate it. if you enjoy my works, click here to read more or buy me a coffee. - from this event.

"Dance with me, cmon!" your boyfriend whined, grabbing your hands and pulling him closer to him. The rest of the crew cheered you up, clapping once Luffy finally trapped you in his embrace, pressing a quick on your lips. He let his hands wonder and caress your body, before letting them fall on your waist, holding you closer to him.

Brook's violin played the sweetest notes while Luffy guided your movements, making you twirl around and catching you in his arms once again. The rest of the crew joined the dance floor too, Usopp and Chopper clumsily dancing together and enjoying the cheerful evening.

"See? It's nice." he whispered in your ear. Nodding in response, you latched your arms around his neck, continuing to dance. You didn't love the idea of standing in front of a crowd - despite it being composed of your trusted crew mates - but you had to admit there was something magical about dancing on a ship while sailing the ocean with a sky full of stars just above you. The initial embarrassment was quickly replaced with an immediate sense of calmness. There was no place you'd rather be; this was were you belonged: wherever, but with Luffy. You would have followed this man everywhere he wanted to go, you would have touched the sun with your bare hands if he needed you to - granting him a dance was the least you could do.

Both of you kept silent for a while, holding each other tightly and letting the sweet notes lull you. Luffy wondered if that was the right time to ask you - he had been thinking about it for long enough now. But holding you in his arms while dancing under the moonlight tickled his fantasy even more, there were no doubts in his mind.

"Marry me." he finally said, his voice slightly shaking. It wasn't even a question - he couldn't consider a no as answer.

It was now or never - there was no way to predict what could have happened after challenging the Four Emperors; and he wanted to things right. Luffy wanted to have one more peaceful night with you; he wanted to create the most beautiful memory, one you would always hold on to in difficult times. He wanted to see you in a white gown, give you his last name, letting the whole world know you were his - the spouse of the most feared pirate of the worst generation.

"Seriously?" you asked, the widest smile forming of your lips. Luffy immediately nodded, biting his bottom lip waiting for answer. Pressing his forehead against yours, he stared at you with his usual doe-eyes. Tears were quick to cloud your vision, a tight knot forming in your throat as a sudden wave happiness overwhelmed your body. "Yes, yes, yes!" you shouted in excitement, jumping in his arms. Wrapping your legs around his torso, you pressed your forehead against his once again, now standing slightly taller than him. Cupping his cheek with one hand, you leaned towards him to finally meet his lips into a passionate, rather teary, kiss.

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cosmic-kaden · 3 months

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Tag Game!

Hey thanks for the tag @apocalypseships ~! Much appreciated!

🌙 The love of my life: Kylo Ren/Ben Solo 💜🌙

What to do: highlight or make bold the different tropes that apply to you and your f/o!

height difference · mutual pining · first kiss · first love · married · inside jokes · lgbt+ · family disapproves · friends disapprove · would die for each other · fake relationship · arranged wedding · physical affection · pda friendly · and they were roommates · secret relationship · opposing world views · opposing personalities · opposing goals · getting a pet · have kids · grow old together · relationship failures · rest head on shoulder · share a bed · token dummies · relationship doubts · they have a song · first date · *it's cold, take my jacket* · sharing a blanket . mutual interests · study buddies · bathing together · crash into hello · accidental nudity · laundry · same hobbies · cooking together · big fancy gala · sibling rivalry · hair stroking · late night dancing · cloud gazing in the grass · watching stars together · watching the other sleep · shared values · friends to lovers · enemies to lovers · lovers to enemies · childhood friends · slow burn · love triangle · toxic relationship · sitting on each other’s lap · can’t be together · hugs · forehead touches · neck kisses · car/motorbike rides · compliments · pet names · falling asleep together · late night talks · spontaneous gifts

🌙 I'm going to tag: @heatobrienswife || @ama-ships || @deathnot-e || @lysandreslittlechatot || @kylars-princess (and anyone else who wishes to do this too!) 🌙

#THANK YOU FOR THE TAGGGG THIS WAS FUN!! <3 #you had me under spell right from the start;

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cherrycolajukebox · 2 months

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hi!! for the prompt blurbs.. kisses in the rain + desperate kisses combined f/o is jimmy mcgill/saul goodman from better call saul/breaking bad - he's kind of a dick, cuts corners and takes shortcuts rather than working for things he wants, criminal lawyer who tried to be legit and help people before deciding to just do it for the money. kinda closed off and wary of close relationships but gets attached real easy (abandonment issues) s/i is lucian donne (or mcgill, depending on when in our relationship it is), psychologist, friends with jimmy since college (so like, at least 15 years) and has had a massive crush on him for their entire friendship. nervous, sensitive, takes things to heart too much and has major abandonment issues relationship is basically Slow Burn Premium, jimmy didn't realize he Could like guys until he was told point blank that everyone can see it except for him and lucian. years of mutual pining except neither of them knew it was mutual. we tease and make fun of each other all the time, our love language is pretty much just bullying but we'd also die for each other if needed. like we call each other names and then cuddle on the couch all night because we're In Love

@tothemoon-ships

thank you for your patience! hope u enjoy! @tothemoon-ships

someday i'll get around to watching bb and bcs, i need to since im FROM new mexico

It rarely rains in New Mexico, just during the summertime months, and only for brief periods, where rain torrents painfully from the sky and subsides within only about a half an hour. You and Jimmy have been walking outside for about ten minutes as rain crashes down. The exhaustion has crawled into the lines of Jimmy’s face now that there’s time to hold still. Despite his frequent cutting of corners and dodging through legal red tape, his work takes a toll on him. He sits down on the cement doorstep next to you, avoiding the rain but embracing the smell of the desert in the rain.

Jimmy never knew that he was allowed to like men. It really never had actually clicked that he did, he’d just always had you and he’d known the way he felt about you but it had taken a long time for him to clock that the butterflies in his stomach were more than just frequent bouts of indigestion. Perhaps an inhumanly long time but it is what it is; it’s all good, man, after all. Jimmy turns his head to look at you, his eyes soft and blue as the Albuquerque sky.

You’d expected your first kiss to be softer or with some kind of build up. When you’d imagined it, lying in your bed late at night, you hadn’t been quite sure how to imagine it—always soft, but sometimes a lean in, you hate to admit it but the stupid “boy lean” appeals to you, or maybe it would be in a familiar place. Instead, it’s on the sidewalk, his hair plastering to your cheeks as the rain continues. His hands grip your cheeks and pull you in so closely that the only thing you know is him. His smell, his taste, the warmth of his upper lip, the press of his nose against your cheek.

The kiss catches you entirely off guard, but you grip his shoulders to ground yourself. When he breaks away, it is just as the rain stops, with the sun shining through the clouds. Jimmy bumps his forehead against yours. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t really need to.

#[others.ships]#[fox.writes]

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merryfortune · 9 months

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Flirt (Young Love To Be)

Written for the 100ships Challenge on Dreamwidth

Prompt 69: Flirt

Title: Flirt (Young Love To Be)

Ship: Conflictingshipping | Blue/Leaf

Fandom: Pokemon Fire Red/Leaf Green

Word Count: 4,706

Rating: T

Premise: Boys are only mean to you because they like you.

Tags: Mid-Canon, Awkward Flirting, Gift Giving, Rivalry, Crushes, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Period Typical Sexism

Boys are the most irritating thing in the whole wide world and beyond, or says Leaf in all her infinite wisdom of being a little bit more than fourteen years old.

Sure Leaf has only seen a little bit of the world but she still knows this for a fact. In all her travels around her hometown and beyond, she has seriously never met a boy more irritating than her childhood friend and rival, Blue.

Leaf has grown up with one particular and irritating boy all her life, he seriously takes the cake when it comes to annoying her. No other boy she has met has even come close to being even a fraction as annoying as him and she has met some annoying boys in her time. That weirdo kid who is always saying how comfy and easy shorts are? Not even he, as wrong as he is, as skirts are far superior, is as annoying as Blue is to Leaf.

Blue is the son of her next-door neighbours, the grandson of an esteemed Pokemon professor, and is only slightly older than her. By literally all of two months. He is also taller than her with an extra height on her of two inches. Literally just two months and two inches! And yet, for some unknown reason, he thinks that being older, taller, and more boyish than her makes him better than her.

Honestly, Blue, grow up.

Girls can do anything that boys do and you know what? Leaf would like to bet up that girls - and her in particular - can do anything that boys do. Maybe even better. Leaf would seriously contend that she can do anything that Blue does and better. She even had the badges to prove it. They glistened on the inside of her pretty and precious case.

They are about even in score, Blue and Leaf and yet Blue still parades around like he is better than everyone. And nothing pisses Leaf off more than this absolutely stinky, self-important attitude. He always has his nose in the air, his head in the clouds, and his arms folded in front of his chest as he beats on and on about how good he is.

“Smell you later, Leaf.”

That taunt is Leaf's least favourite of all the rote and trite insults in Blue's vocabulary and arsenal. Yet it’s probably because she hates so much that Blue loves to use it the most on her. Opening bonjour and always ending on “Smell you later” because it gets on her nerves.

And right now, Blue was super smarmy that he made it to Celadon City first. Though, he wasn't expecting her so soon.

They had even met in the most random of places in Celadon City. Not the gym, in or around outside, but in the Celadon Department Store of all places. Blue put on airs as he lectured her on responsible shopping and not spending all her pocket money that her mum gave her on frivolous things. A warning that Leaf did not need. She already had some common sense about spending money wisely and budgeting. Seriously, she can look after herself. She's not a little kid and has been on the road as long as he has.

Sure enough, that put Blue in his place. Making Leaf smile as she had won that little war of the words. His sheepishness when he saw her grinded Leaf's gears. She wasn't looking to pick a fight here any time soon with Blue but just once, it would be nice if he didn't underestimate her.

Though, it did strike Leaf as strange that he was in the ladies’ goods aisle of the department store where they had found themselves in. All bright lights and white, vinyl flooring as far as the eye can see, shelves upon shelves stocked with fancy goods like makeup, chocolates, and perfumes.

Well, actually, now that Leaf thought about it, Blue did have an older sister named Daisy so maybe he was here for her? But that would mean that he was doing something considerate for her. There was no way he was anything but a bratty younger brother to her.

“So what brings you here anyway?” Leaf asked as she suspiciously crossed her arms.

“Oh, um, you know. The usual.” Blue replied.

“The usual?” Leaf jutted out her chin as she echoed the very non-specific reply that Blue had given her.

“Well yeah.” Blue defended himself but not very well.

“You can just say you’re doing something nice for your sister, you know.” Leaf pointed out.

Blue’s eyes lit up. Oh thank goodness they practically said in the shine of the hazel of his eyes. His body language became uncharacteristically unguarded as he put his hands on his hips and totally jumped about Leaf’s assumption.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m just doing something for my big sis. What kind of perfume do you think she'd like?” Blue asked.

Leaf shrugged, “What does she normally get?” Though as soon as those words left her mouth, she realised the folly of them. If he had to ask, he probably didn’t know. Classic little brother behaviour - or so says the only child.

Sure enough, Blue shrugged and replied, “Dunno.”

An awkward silence ensued for a second or two longer than Leaf would have liked. It was weird having nothing to talk about between them.

“So, um, what do you like? Maybe I can get her something based on that? I mean, you're a girl, aren't you?” Blue asked.

“What's that supposed to mean?” Leaf snarled. “You don't think I’m girly or something?”

“Yes.” Blue flatly replied. “You’re a girl but you're not a girly-girl like my older sister is.”

Leaf didn't want to admit it but Blue was right. Daisy was notoriously girly. She was all high teas and fashion magazines and hot gossip. Her hobby was giving massages! That was such a feminine and elegant hobby to have. Daisy wasn’t anything like Leaf who was small, frumpy, and loved to play in the mud when she was younger. Again, totally unlike Daisy who hated to even risk breaking a nail.

“Um, well, I like, uh…” Leaf faltered with her words. She didn’t really know what she liked. She just liked what she liked. It was really that simple, honest.

“Too hard a question for ya, eh?” Blue taunted her.

“Oh shut up, it’s just a weird question. I like flowers. And I like chocolate and honey and stuff.” Leaf rambled but in the least helpful way possible. Her voice trailed off as she chewed her bottom lip and furrowed her (unplucked) brows.

It’s not like she never thought about these days. Leaf would predict that most girls thought about what they would like to wear as perfume and who would give it to them. That perfect boy...

And just what was the perfect boy like, she wondered?

One who wasn't annoying and felt the need to be as competitive as possible all the time and wouldn't bug her for being shorter or younger than him. Maybe he would have big brown eyes and a kind smile, a good sense of humour. And the ability to pick out good gifts when she didn't know what she wanted. Because flowers, chocolate, honey, and stuff were pretty vague, Leaf had to admit.

Even so, Blue nodded. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully as though Leaf was speaking gospel. She felt flattered, that maybe she was on the right track with giving Blue gift ideas for his older sister.

“That’s a good start, plenty helpful,” Blue said, “and it would be even more helpful if you helped me pick out some samples. You know. Make sure the old toilet eau parfum doesn't smell like toilet.”

Leaf wasn't proud of it but that did get a giggle out of her.

Fancy-schmancy perfume did have a habit of sounding only like it would smell beautiful but only on paper. Take bergamot for example. Beautiful sounding word with an excellent mouth feel but the first time that Leaf had actually smelt in real life? She could have gagged.

“Yeah, I can help with that.” Leaf replied, not thinking much of it.

That must have given Blue the inspiration that he was in dire need of. At least temporarily.

He took her by her hand suddenly and dragged her closer to the locked perfume cabinet where they kept the good stuff. Everybody knows that the pretty boxed perfumes on the shelves were the cheap kiddy-grade stuff. If Blue was serious about getting his mature, older sister a gift, then he needed the premium brands if he wanted to impress.

Still, Leaf hadn’t been expecting for him to take her hand like that. His hand was bigger than hers. Maybe being two inches taller and two months older really did matter. Maybe it really did symbolise some kind of gulf between them despite her efforts to trample all over it…

Leaf stumbled slightly as she struggled to keep up with him on such short notice as he parked them like a car in front of the locked cabinet - and put his other hand out so he could get some staff assistance.

His waving and indoor voice shouting got someone's attention. The floor assistant was an older woman with kind eyes and short, curly hair. She wore a pristine, red blouse to signify her employment. She walked over curtly to help Blue and by extension, Leaf. So they better be on their best behaviour with a stranger, especially one who looks as respectable as she does in her department store flair.

“How can I help?” she asked, bright and cheerful.

“I'm picking out a present for someone special to me.” Blue began. He sounded a touch more rambly than he usually did. He even fidgeted with his fingers as a scant blush took colour in his cheeks.

Very strange, Leaf observed, as the shop lady laughed, “Oh I see,” she said, sounding all-knowing and nodding her head, “you are buying your girlfriend here a present. How sweet of you, sonny-boy.”

“What? No!” both Leaf and Blue exclaimed in nigh perfect synchronicity.

Now it was Leaf blushing, too. “He is not my boyfriend.” Leaf quickly disavowed Blue.

“Yeah, who would want a brutish girl like Leaf.” Blue stammered. “No one, that's who. We're just friends.”

“And rivals.” Leaf added. She tried very hard to stomp of Blue's foot but he moved his foot out of the way so the best she could do was menace him with her exemplified brutishness.

The shop lady laughed apologetically, “My mistake.”

“Yeah, I'm just trying to pick out a gift for my sister. Not her.” Blue said.

“And I'm just trying to help.” Leaf added.

“I see, I see,” the woman said, “well, how can I help you? Do you have something in mind or can I make a recommendation?”

Leaf and Blue exchanged an awkward look.

“Well?” Leaf prompted Blue. “Does your sister have any particular likes? You know, like chocolate or flowers or I don’t know, honey?”

“How the heck should I know?” Blue grumbled.

“You're her brother, that's why.” Leaf folded her arms in front of her and frowned. Geez, what a brat.

Blue made a strangled noise and huffed, “Okay, I don't know. Pretty smells. You tell us, lady.”

The shopwoman paused. She was more amused than she should have been by the back and forth between Leaf and Blue. It was apparent they had a good rapport going, even if they were just friends and more importantly, just rivals.

“Well, these are good selections when you don’t know someone’s likes and dislikes. Not too overpowering, just sweet enough to be noticed. Not to mention, affordable on a child’s allowance and trainer’s earnings.”

That didn't sound too bad. Leaf and Blue both looked at the lady pointing. She was highlighting a particular brand of perfume which was pretty but not gaudy. It came in a pale yellow box with goldenrod writing across it, the font of which was sweeping yet classically serifed without being illegible or too over the top. The brand was called Flirt and it had a tagline which promised young love to be.

“Yeah, sure,” Blue said with a shrug, he shoved his hands in his pockets, he was being a dweeb, “let's try it.”

“Good idea.” the shop assistant agreed. “So who shall be the lucky Psyduck?”

“Leaf will be.” Blue piped up.

“What? Why?” Leaf replied.

“Because you offered to help.” Blue said.

Leaf turned sheepish but she did open up. She supposed it made sense. She just thought she was being moral support, truth be told. This was a present for Daisy, after all! She looked up to her but wasn't as close to her as her brother should be.

“Just hold out your wrist and I will dab a sample there. you two decide if you like it or not. If not, I have plenty more recommendations that I can make.” the shop assistant.

“Okay then.” Leaf said, slightly nervous, but she did as she was told.

Leaf held out her wrist for the shop assistant who took out the sample bottle belonging to the type of perfume they were considering. The bottle was beautiful, shaped like a genie’s glass, pure crystal with shiny vertices. At the top of which was its pointy, golden crown, when removed the perfume's retainer was exposed and with a spritz, Leaf was squirted with a light shimmer of the perfume.

It tickled Leaf’s skin and she felt her nose crinkle. The airy-watery combination caught her unaware but once it settled, it smelt beautiful. It reminded her of sunlight in a distant meadow full of flowers. She sighed contentedly. The perfume was simply heavenly, she smiled.

Personally, with this level of sample satisfaction, Leaf thought she may have found the signature scent not just for herself but for Blue’s sister, too. Obviously. Daisy was the intended recipient, after all.

Blue, meanwhile, hovered close to her. A bit too close, in Leaf’s opinion. But then again, maybe he couldn't smell from standing where he had been before. So, to be a helpful friend, she all but shoved her hand in Blue’s face.

“Watch out.” he grouched.

The shop assistant giggled, “I think you two can take it over from here but if you need anything, just sing out.”

“Thanks, ma’am,” Leaf said, “we appreciate it.”

The woman nodded and she closed the cabinet again. She locked it up with a cinch and a click then moseyed off.

“Hold still.” Blue said. “I can't smell it when you wave around too much.”

“Sorry.” Leaf said.

She hadn’t meant to but she had instinctively tried to wave the shop assistant goodbye. Even if it was only temporary as the woman appeared to be the cashier over in the makeup section. So, Leaf stilled herself but to make absolutely sure that Blue could smell the perfume on her, he took matters into his own hands.

He took his hands out of his pockets and he held Leaf’s wrist. Gently, of course. But even so, the gesture took Leaf by surprise. She didn't know but her heart skipped as once more she became all too aware of how Blue’s hands cupped her own. Again, so noticeably large and, well, teenage boy-ish. They weren't going to be kids forever.

Blue leaned in and he put his nose to Leaf's wrist. She all but felt the tip of his nose graze her skin, she could feel his warm exhale on her wrist. It prickled on her skin, like goosebumps. Her heart began to pound. His lips. They were so close, also, puckered just slightly to give the impression of-

No way.

Blue wouldn't do that. He didn’t have a romantic bone in his body. Nor did she, Leaf would readily admit but even so. She was the one to have thought it. That his lips were in such close proximity to the inner of her wrist, that he could very well kiss her there. Right atop her pulse which throbbed. She felt her cheeks go warm with a red blush.

“D-Does it smell good?” Leaf asked and she cursed herself for it.

There had to have been a better way to have phrased that, surely. But Leaf didn’t know what it was. All she knew was that embarrassment felt clunky on her tongue as she over-complicated and thought way too much about what was just an innocent gesture. If a little mistaken on her own end because Blue didn’t seem perturbed at all.

“Yeah, it does…” Blue said and he let go of her hand.

Leaf swallowed. She could still feel the presence of Blue’s hand on her wrist. It was weighty but merely an afterimage of being held for what had been... not at all that long at all and yet, for Leaf, it felt like an eternity in of itself. A moment suspended in time.

“I - I guess I'll buy it. Seems bang for my buck, I guess.” Blue said and it was strange but, it was as though his teeth were chattering. There went his hands into his pockets again.

“Y-Yeah.” Leaf agreed and she felt a lump in her throat. “I bet Daisy will love it.”

“Sounds good.” G said. As if he wasn’t the one who was buying the perfume in the first place.

They stood awkwardly. Staring at each other’s shoes. Leaf didn't really know why but it was difficult to just simply move away from beside the perfume cabinet. It just was really to do so. It was almost as if she didn't want to say goodbye to Blue.

Which was really strange. Whenever he got her on her nerves too much, the only thing she wanted to do was be in a completely different region, no continent, to be honest. Now, they were all but glued together and also to the tiles in the department store.

Luckily, Blue was a big boy and he knew how to use his wallet and pay for the perfume using cash. He didn’t need Leaf to supervise him doing that so eventually, they went their separate ways not only in the department store but for a while in general. They were both on their own big, epic journey, after all. Clashing only occasionally to see who was doing better in their quest to catch them all and defeat all the Gym Leaders of the Kanto Region.

It would have been several weeks since they last saw each other at Celadon City’s department store. Leaf would love to say that she hadn't thought about Blue or the debacle surrounding him buying perfume since but. She really did want to know if Daisy liked it. It was a very considerate thing for him to do.

But it wasn’t just that. Neighbourly goodwill and being childhood friends and all that. There was something more to it which was why it kept replaying on Leaf’s mind.

Every so often in these past weeks, about a month really, Leaf just thought about it. Maybe she needed more friends. More people to laugh and hang out with but there weren't very many kids in her hometown, it really was just her and Blue. Maybe that's why she kept replaying those moments in her head, did she say the right thing? What if Daisy ended up hating the perfume because Blue was influenced by what she liked? surely not. A good deed was worth its own reward but that didn't explain the... Leaf didn't really know how to put it because it was the stuff of stupid schoolgirl fantasies.

But, it was just, she kept thinking about Blue and how close he had come to kissing her wrist. That was more the stuff of M-rated movies. It seemed like the kind of thing that would be in this film Leaf half-watched with her mother one time, where the two leads met at a party through the aquarium and they ended up slow dancing together while they wore the costumes of an angel and a knight. It was that sort of ethereal, gauzy, romantic thing that Blue would never be able to conceive in a million years.

Leaf just hoped that she said the right things but the way her heart pounded made her worry that she may have messed things up for Blue. That had to be the only explanation for why her heart kept racing whenever she thought about G in the department store again. That had to be it. She was just being concerned and anxious over some dumb, random thing.

That had to be it. Leaf was merely concerned that she hadn’t been the most helpful friend when Blue had asked her to be. She could have said this or done that a bit better. Seriously?! She could have voiced with more conviction that she liked chocolate, honey, and flowers. All really beautiful scents that would make for a wonderful perfume to give as a gift. Maybe that would have cut down on the waffle and making an embarrassment of themselves in front of the shop assistant. Seriously, them?! Boyfriend and girlfriend. That was… That was super-duper, out of this world preposterous.

But what’s done is done.

And besides, why should she worry about things as superficial as perfume when she was roughing it on the side of the road camping. It didn't make much sense to worry about things as silly as fancy perfume when Leaf was lucky to have a shower when they were available at the inner-city hostels provided by Pokemon Centres - of which she hadn't been to one in a couple of days. She was relying on her good old wits and some basic scented lye soap to get her through without smelling rank.

However, clearly letting these things play on her mind too much only showed how sharp she was because sure enough... Leaf and Blue's paths crossed once more. And it didn’t even lead to a Pokemon battle despite the rules of what happened when two trainers’ eyes met on a Route.

It was a clear, sunny day with calm, azure skies and not a cloud to be seen. A balmy wind whistled through verdant foliage in the trees that lined the roads that caravaners enjoyed. The paths were well trodden with earthy brown centres lined with spare gravel and smooth pebbles that weeds still managed to grow in even though they were frequently trampled over.

Leaf was about to pack up for the day. She wanted to move on, get to the next city so she could have a shower and a warm, soft bed. That sounded nice but just as she finished hauling her camping gear, swag included, over her shoulder with her other bags, there she spied him from across the way, going in the direction that she wasn't - thankfully.

“Hey.” Leaf said, greeting Blue first.

She felt sheepish since she was essentially half-awake and she didn’t even want to know what smelt like. Even though she had been doing her best to keep on top of her hygiene as she trained her partner Pokemon in preparation of the next Gym she had her eye on.

“Hey.” G replied. "Good to see you again.”

And there they were again. Stuck in this stiff, awkward loop where they couldn’t muster much but there was plenty to talk about. The weather. What have you been up to? And of course...

“So did Daisy like the present you got her?” Leaf asked with a cheerful smile. “Or have you not been home since yet?”

Blue sputtered, “I haven't been home yet.”

“Oh that's a shame.” Leaf said but before she could get another word in, about how many he should try and visit soon then, Blue surprised her.

He shoved something in front of her. It was small and hard, light-weight though. Blue had done it in the blink of an eye, he had pulled something out of his backpack and sure enough, he wanted Leaf to have it.

Leaf was flustered to say the least as she was unexpectedly thrust this little item barely bigger than her hands. It was covered in crinkly tissue paper, coloured a pale red.

“What's this?” Leaf asked as she grappled with it.

“Jus' somethin’.” G mumbled. He shrugged.

“I can't hear you. Speak up. Did your mother not teach you how to enunciate?” Leaf taunted him.

“I SAID it’s just something.” Blue told her over again but this time with his annoying, over-correction at play. He basically shouted at Least to make his point in response. He all but mauled every vowel in that sentence but hey. At least Leaf understood him.

Too bad it didn’t do either of them much good as Leaf stared at him, confused.

“Open it already.” Blue huffed, impatient.

“Fine, fine, just, don’t rush me.” Leaf pouted.

She began to pull back and unravel the tissue paper. It had been professionally wrapped, she noticed. There was no way Blue could have wrapped it so beautifully and with such minimal sticky-tape, surely. She almost felt bad to tear through it but that was the problem with tissue paper, how fragile it was. The slightest tear brought it all undone to reveal the delicately yellow box it covered with half a tagline revealed and part of the brand name, Leaf still knew what it was and what it said.

Flirt. Young love to be.

This was the exact same perfume as the one that they had picked out for Daisy. Actually, there was the small possibility that this was the exact same bottle and box that she and Blue had picked out for Daisy. So why was she holding it and why was she unwrapping it?

The confusion in Leaf’s stare thickened, “I can't accept this. Isn’t it for your sister?”

Blue sputtered. She wasn’t going to get a word out from him. He floundered in front of her. His face was bright red under the spiky gingery-brown fringe of his hair. He couldn't even meet Leaf at her own gaze because he was so distracted, fidgeting.

“Yes you can.” he managed to spit out. “It’s a gift. From me to you. Geek.”

“Dweeb.” Leaf retorted back, firing on impulse just as quickly as he had insulted her. Though, that was just a staple of their rapport at this point.

“Anyways, smell you later.” Blue said. “You might even smell good next time.”

“Hey!” Leaf whined, embarrassed. Her hackles rose as her fingers clenched onto the edge of the perfume bottle’s box as she held it fiercely.

Except… Blue wasn’t wrong though. But she had put deodorant on this morning, she was a good, self-respecting girl. Then again, that was his favourite way to get under her skin so maybe she shouldn’t take it too seriously. Ugh! The mixed messages, though.

But with that, Blue skedaddled. He wanted out of here now that he had finished up his business with her.

Moreover, he had annoyed her enough for one day, apparently. Except, Leaf hadn't annoyed him enough for one day. He had taken maybe two, possibly as many as three steps, away from her before she shouted at him:

“Thank you!”

Blue stopped and turned around.

Leaf's heart raced in her chest. Her hands sweated as she held more tightly onto the box of perfume. Again, she could feel her face go bright red in turn, almost as bright as Blue’s.

“For the gift, I mean. You know. Thanks.” Leaf said. “Thank you, by the way.”

“You're welcome.” Blue smiled and Leaf smiled back.

With that, Leaf let go of Blue. She let him turn tail again but he was a sorry smiler for it, bittersweet, somehow and mostly nervous, too. Leaf knew she wasn't going to get much more out of him but she could put two and two together. She realised that from before, in the department store, she was being lied to but she didn't get why. Though the outcome was the same. He really was buying this perfume for someone special.

It just so happened that someone special was her.

#100ships challenge #pokemon #pokemon fire red leaf green #writing tag #conflictingshipping #blue (pokemon)#leaf (pokemon)

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unsoundedcomic · 2 years

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i dont kno how you've done it glass, but im on this knock/quigley ship now. ludicrious to think about at the start to the series, at this point its perhaps the funniest ending for either of them. every scene they keep having together is gold? how does it work!? it just does!!

It writes itself.

They're trudging through the pine forest and down to Port Morstorben as the world goes insane around them. The Silver is spawning monsters left and right, the air is thick with the misery of the wailing dead. But some of the misery is terribly specific. Knock and Quigley taste it for themselves when a baby-faced behemoth blasts them face-first into a horny miasma. The notion strikes Knock suddenly that nothing would take her mind off Ana and her glut headache better than a good cock. Well, that's not available, but at least there's a mediocre Plat cock. She grabs it through Quigley's pants and, for reasons he will later attribute to the slut cloud he's still coughing up, he doesn't knock her hand away.

They do it behind a tree. It's brief. Knock calls him names the whole time. Elka finds them at the end and her opinion of each dips perilously close to her opinion of Hart Hetr and smallpox.

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therevengeoffrankenstein · 4 months

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instructions: bold/italicize what applies to your ship!

for donahue/me 🥰🥰🥰

height difference (i don't think one inch is a significant enough difference to count) · mutual pining · first kiss · first love · married (soon 🤞) · inside jokes · lgbt+ · family disapproves (some of my family disapproves and some does approve. his family is cut off from him so we don't know what they would think! but they prob wouldn't like us together.) · friends disapprove · would die for each other · fake relationship · arranged wedding · physical affection · pda friendly · and they were roommates · secret relationship · opposing world views · opposing personalities · opposing goals · getting a pet · have kids (hopefully soon 🤞) · grow old together (hopefully! we certainly plan on it!) · relationship failures (in the past? yes. but not with each other.) · rest head on shoulder · share a bed · token dummies · relationship doubts (we both have a lot of relationship baggage!) · they have a song (we have a lot of songs! but our number one is 'it's not a side effect of the cocaine, i am thinking it must be love' by fall out boy) · first date · it's cold, take my jacket · sharing a blanket · mutual interests · study buddies · bathing together · crash into hello · accidental nudity · laundry (idk what this means?) · same hobbies · cooking together (sometimes 😁) · big fancy gala · sibling rivalry · hair stroking (sometimes! my hair gets greasy easily so not all the time for me. and he doesn't like having his hair stroked depending on how he has it styled.) · late night dancing · cloud-gazing in the grass · watching stars together · watching the other sleep · shared values · friends to lovers · enemies to lovers · lovers to enemies · childhood friends · slow burn · love triangle · toxic relationship · sitting on each other’s lap · can’t be together · hugs · forehead touches · neck kisses · car/motorbike rides · compliments · pet names · falling asleep together · late night talks · spontaneous gifts (sometimes! that's spontaneity for ya.)

#myevilposts #self ship #i am thinking it must be love (tag)

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atsukashii · 2 years

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vi. son's of the sea

✗ synopsis : imprisoned for a crime you did not commit you are hidden in a cage from the world. vowing to end the queen who dealt your life sentence, you bide your time in the dark waiting to strike. however, your early promised freedom comes on a whisper in the dark, taking the form of dark eyes, and grey wind swept hair carrying the scent of the sea.

✗ pairing : osamu miya x reader

✗ genre : pirate au, royalty reader, fantasy au mutual pining, fluff + a pinch of angst

✗ warnings : mature content : mentions of alcohol, language, death (mentioned)

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The world around you is hidden by various shades pinks and oranges as bright light hits your closed eyelids. The fact your body seems to rock ever so slightly is the first thing you notice. The second is the your bones seem to feel heavier and heavier with every movement.

An uncomfortable throbbing in your back begins to dissolve any chance of returning to sleep. The pain only worsens the more you recognise its existence, and the thought of someone knocking you out again doesn't seem like a bad idea.

There's a soft thudding noise coming from somewhere near you, and the longer you lay rocking ever so slightly in almost perfect synchronisation to the noise does your mind go into alert mode.

Fighting away the lingering exhaustion to your eyelids, you finally blink awake finding yourself staring at a weathered wooden ceiling. It's worlds away from the cold grey stoned cell you'd seen every morning for months on end.

The cell.

Flashes of your escape surge your mind in rapid succession. The explosion, the jump. You'd somehow survived the drop and the swell of Blackwater Bay. And there amongst the rocks they had been waiting.

You can recall familiar swirling storm cloud eyes, the strength in his gaze as he told you to hold on to him. 'If ya let go you’ll fall and there’s not going to be anything I can do - you’ll die.'

Your bones had screamed at you as he moved, one hand free and the other clutching your thigh in such a tight grip you could almost still feel his fingers pressing into your skin.

And when he had stopped-

A ship.

Straining your head slightly to the right, the soft light becomes blinding forcing a hiss of pain from you as it seems to pierce your brain. A rough voice chuckles from out of sight, followed by a subtle scraping of metal the harsh light dims until it doesn’t make your head pound.

“Apologies about the light, I thought you could do with some fresh air.” Something rings loud and blaring inside your head that says you should know this voice, possibly even fear it, but as you loll your head to face the stranger, you can’t bring yourself to be afraid.

From behind a dark wooden desk with his back to a wall of closed curtains which sway slightly at the still open windows behind them, you take in the two toned male. His brown eyes, far too keen and observant, to the point it would instantly make one uneasy to be under that gaze.

It was his face though that should have alarmed you. Not from the fact that he was a stunning male to look at, but the fact that it was branded on thousands of wanted posters across the five seas. It was one of the many that had been plastered to one of the walls in the Roost, but amongst the others crossed out with large marks of ink, the captains expressionless face had remained unmarked.

“I didn’t get to properly introduce myself last night upon your arrival.” His words shocked you slightly, not expecting his calm and approachable advance. The fact that you weren't sitting in another cell or chained to the bed shocked you even more. Because here you laid, on a bed that was too uncomfortable after sleeping on a straw mat for months, with a wanted pirate seated near you looking at you as if you weren't a stowaway on his ship.

“My name is Kita Shinsuke, captain of this ship.” Court etiquette drilled into your brain since birth has you forcing your groaning bones to shift. The captain doesn’t say a word as you painfully shuffle yourself into a sitting position, only releasing a long held breath once your back settles against the headboard of the bed.

“I’m Y/n.” Is all you say. You know that he is aware of just who he dragged half dead out of the ocean. For gods’ sake he had now made himself more an enemy of the empire by blasting a bloody hole in the side of the coastal wall of the Azure castle for you. There was no way this keen-eyed captain did not know just who you are, but still you’re not going to project your misguided formal ranks to anyone.

“Just Y/n?” He asks with a knowing look.

“Just Y/n.” You reply following a resounding nod. The captain only watches you for half a second more before leaning back casually on his chair.

“Alright then.”

“I don’t know why you did it - but I am in debt to you.” You manage to get out through your hoarse voice. As if only now noticing it, Kita rises out of his chair, grabbing a silver tumbler and filling it with what you hope is water.

“It was nothing but pure selfishness on my behalf.” He says, passing you the goblet which feels far too fancy to be drinking water from, but your aching throat has you reaching for it anyways.

“As for the debt, there is something that I believe you may be able to assist me with.” He doesn’t say anything more as he suddenly steps back, leaning against the edge of his desk.

His actions stir confusion in you, your brown furrowing. You'd expected him to clarify just what on earth that means, but hushed whispers break your silence.

“Shut your ruttin mouth! Do yer want to piss ‘em off?” Comes a failed quiet hiss from the other side of the wooden door to the room. Your gaze volleys between the direction of the door and Kita, catching him rolling his eyes before moving back to the chair behind his desk. As if this were a completely normal situation.

“Yeah because it’s my big mouth Atsumu that's going to wake em up.”

“That’s what I said, ain’t it!”

“You morons, you know that the captain’s in there and very much awake.” A third voice groans and you can't help but raise a brow as the door suddenly opens, causing two figures to tumble through the entrance and spilling onto the floor. It's the blonde head of hair of the two that draws your focus.

Rubbing the back of his head with a sneer strewn across his stunning face, Atsumu Miya look's like he had stepped out of your memories. Sure, he was older by a lot, but the mischievous glint that glimmers in his brown eyes is the same. The moment he shift's on his knees, his head turning to you, that sneer morph's into the same confident smirk he had perfected as a child.

“Don’t you lot know you should give sick people peace and quiet to heal?” Kita speaks, shifting his nonchalant expression to the duo on the floor who look seconds away from pointing fingers at who's at fault it was they were in the room at all.

“I saw the state of her back yesterday and just wanted to check up on how she is doing is all.” Your gaze briefly leaves Atsumu's shining one as you glance at the other person on the floor. His voice calls at your memory more than his face, so it takes you a moment to realise he was the one who somehow had snuck into the Roost to warn you.

He nods at you before grumbling, “Hitoshi Ginjima.” Not quite knowing if he was being blunt on purpose or if that was just him, you simply nod back.

“And your excuse, Atsumu?” Their captain asks, and as you look back at your childhood friend you can’t help but smile slightly at his teasing grin.

“Just blessin' the princess with my dashin' beauty.” There’s a groan from behind him and a smack to the back of the head sends him bowing over once more.

The scene causes a wave of nostalgia to course through you, having seen Atsumu been smacked over the back of his head by his twin and father countless times. Never hard enough to hurt, but just to admonish a child that saw it as acts of love.

“Get out the lot of you, she needs to rest and your ughly face isn’t helping Atsumu.” A stranger steps over Atsumu’s bowed figure as he cups the back of his head. The dark haired foreigner simply offers a incline of his head to his captain before walking to your bedside. With a hard gaze but somehow somewhat friendly smile, he nods to you.

“My name is Ren Ōmimi, and I'm the doctor aboard this vessel.” He begins to explain. “You’ve got a nasty infection in the lacerations on your back. Luckily we got to it in time but you are incredibly lucky. Another few hours and you would be carrion.” His words bring a silence to the room causing the dull pain to spark to life once again. During your time in the Roost, not once had you thought you would be taken out by infection, instead the queen was constantly making sure your wounds were clean so you could suffer for longer. You'd thought that the guards would have gotten to you by then. Hearing just how close you were to the gaping jaws of death does nothing to you. You let the words slip away, not focusing on them as you look at the doctor.

“You’ve been out for two days,” Ren says as if reading your mind. Tuning to his crewmates, he settles the two still on the floor with a glare. “Get out, I need to treat her wounds.”

With a begrudging moan, Atsumu raises off the floor but the feral grin that covers his face as he steps out the door offers nothing but promised trouble.

“I’ll bring you an ugly face that you’ll appreciate soon princess.” With those fleeting words, he’s gone. The captain following quickly on his heels, obviously wanting to give you some rare privacy. A luxury you'd gone without for so long it felt unnatural.

“I apologise that we have no female’s on board that could help with this.” Ren says as you shuffle forwards. “It’ll be easier to treat it if you lie on your stomach”. It’s odd in a way, that the pirate doesn’t drill you with the same sneering leer that the guards had as you lay down on your stomach, pulling the back of your shirt up, revealing your back.

“It’s fine.” Compared to the people at the prison, this man was as innocent as a fly even if he had a dagger sheathed at his side.

“Can I ask how this happened?” The crack of the whip is still as loud in your ears as it was just days ago. Without wanting to, your body instinctively inhales as a dulled spasm of pain shocks its way across your back, forking up to your shoulder and out towards your spine like splintered lightning as Ren coats the wounds with some sort of herb ointment.

By the time the guards had finished with your punishment, you’d been able to almost feel each of the nine tails of the whip slowly digging away at your back.

Not quiet knowing how to answer the question, you simply rest your cheek against your folded arms and shoot the pirate a look. “A man’s pride is such a delicate thing.”

Maybe you’d said it as a test, expecting a grunt of offended anger, however the low laugh that meets your ears instead surprises you. “Having been in this kind of work for most of my life, I can agree with that.”

“Do you say that as a pirate, or a doctor?” You can’t help but ask, a small smile pulling to your lips despite the stinging pain of him working on your wounds.

“Both.” Ren replies, a smile of his own forming as he finishes up. Reaching down to grab bandages off the back of the bed he speaks, “you wouldn't be surprised to know that men's pride gets more in the way when you’re trying to help them not die.” Not a surprise indeed. It’s not until he tells you to sit up so he can bandage you does his face begin to flush.

“I’ve got to bandage your wounds. I’m so sorry if this-” Maybe if you had been a different person, you may have hesitated. Rather, you shrug your shirt off, leaving your torso bare. To his credit, Ren’s eyes do not stray from his work on your spine, even as the bandage's wrapped around your chest and shoulder.

“Even though you are the only female on this ship, I want to assure you of a few things before the captain releases the rest of the hounds on you.” Ren says once more, breaking the silence.

“Everyone on this ship is aware of where you just escaped from, and we’re not naive enough to not understand that your experience there was anything but traumatic…” He manages to get out before finally taking a step back and holding your shirt out in front of you to grab as he still stands at your back.

You continue to listen as you slip it back over your head.

“Our captain is a man of honour, and all of us are too - even if there are a few questionable cases.” You have an idea that he’s talking about Atsumu. “I can guarantee that nothing will happen to you on this ship from the hands of one of our crew. Our captain would have their hands for such a thought.” Turning back around to face the tall man, you nod your head in thanks and wring your arms, immediately marvelling at the lightness of your limbs.

Without the dragging weight of the iron shackles, the movement feels almost wrong, looking at it feels wrong. Like there should be something there, that something is now missing.

“Thank you.” You get out, not taking your eyes off your free hands until he speaks again.

“There’s no need, it's human decency.” Ren shrugs before levelling you with a look. “Your back is going to take a week, maybe more to heal properly - those cuts were very deep when I got to them, and it will leave a permanent scar.” This time it’s you that shrugs, flexing your wrists simply because the movement still feels strange.

“I suppose I'll have a few of those,” Raising your hands until the red and still fresh scars around your wrists come into view. Without having to look down you know there will be matching ones on your ankles, but you’re not bothered by them. You’re just grateful that the bloody things are off.

“I can give you some ointment to reduce scarring.” He offers, gathering the supplies left on the bed.

“No it’s alright.” looking at your finally clean hands and arms, you can’t help but smile. “I don’t mind them.” Or the fact that you smell clean and not like piss - but you don’t voice the last part.

Another soft knock sounds from the door, and it's the warm brown eyes of the captain’s that meet your gaze once more.

“There’s not much, but it’s better than what you currently have.” Kita says in greeting as he slips through the door with a small neatly folded pile of fabric in his arms. It takes but a moment to realise they are for you, and another second to look down at the pathetic clothes you’re wearing.

Brief embarrassment surges as you take in your bare legs and the very very large white long sleeve collared shirt that drowns your figure. These are not the clothes you jumped into the ocean in.

Flicking his doctor a nod of thanks as he passes, Kita looks back to you.

“Your shirt was stuck to your wound so Ren had to cut it off you. And even if we wanted to save it for you - it reeked of piss.” He explains as if it solves everything. Taking the clothes and sitting down on the bed you furrow your brow. To be honest, you’re not all that bothered with the fact that at one point someone has seen you naked. They had to remove your clothes to get to the festering wound - it was life or death so it wasn’t that horrifying to think about for you. Yet you couldn’t help blurt out your curiosity.

“May I ask who changed me?”

The captain it seems was incredibly difficult to read. With a completely void expression you weren’t quite sure what to make of the silence that followed your question. Not until he turned his head towards the window, breaking your gaze and you saw the pink blush on the tips of his ears. Well, that would make it somewhat easier then.

“That would be the sailing master on this vessel.” At your own blank expression, the captain's stoic face broke into a small smile.

“Our navigator. A close friend of yours I believe.” It’s the amusement swimming in his dark gaze that has a blush burning across your cheeks.

Did he mean Osamu? Oh gods…

“Change your clothes and come out when you’re done. I’d like to introduce you to my crew now that you’re awake.” Were his parting words as he slipped back out of the door, finally leaving you utterly alone for the first time.

Instead of immediately changing, you decide to take a quick snoop around the room. Not really looking for anything in particular, but simply getting familiar with your surroundings.

Upon the desk near the bed, it’s piled high with various different items, coins, charts, leather back books that look so old and withered that if you were to pick it up it may crumble in your arms.

The one thing that did catch your gaze was the wooden picture frame sitting next to the unlit lamp. Treading on silent feet, you round the desk until you can see it without disturbing anything on the desk.

The image has you smiling for a reason you’re not sure of. You can immediately tell that the young boy perched on the lap of the old lady is the captain. But it's the expression of laughter and happiness covering their faces that has your heart clenching tightly in your chest. Kita couldn’t have been older than seven - close to how old you had been when your mother had passed.

‘You are the embodiment of my heart walking outside of my body darling.’

Turning away from the picture, you trudge back to the bed and change. The white blouse is oversized yet comfortable, and the charcoal pants hugged your figure a bit too tightly - that would need to be rectified, but for now it was okay. The black weathered and beaten boots were slightly too big for your feet, so you were conscious of your steps as you opened the door, facing the captain once more.

His gaze flickered over you in an assessing look, nothing more, before nodding. One day, you internally decide, I'm going to get a smile from this stoic man.

“If I didn’t know better, you could have passed for being a pirate.” He was a man of few words you were coming to realise as he turned and led you down the hall.

‘Track your exits, your windows, where every person stands and where any liftable item is’ You could hear your fathers voice breathing down your neck. Back when you were a child, you had grumbled and groaned every time he came to oversee your lessons, lecturing you on things you’d heard countless times before. Now you wish you could hear him nag at you about etiquette or your stance or even your rats damned hair that never wanted to behave.

The moment you both breach the external door, you wince again at the bright day light. You can't even remember the last time you stood in direct sunlight like this, so you take a moment to close your eyes and breathe in the air. The salinity of the breeze if familiar, but the lack of reeking fumes of your cell is a blessing. Exhaling, you block the full force of the sunshine from your face with your hand. Holy hells its bright.

You hear rather than see the scuffling of feet as you follow Kita’s back as he walks out onto the deck. When you manage to look up, a crowd of men stand in front of you, their gazes flicking between trying not to gawk at you in curiosity and to their captain who stands to in front of them. But as Kita clears his throat commanding their attention, there are more than a few admonished faces.

Part of you knows that you should probably be looking at the captain as well, but your eyes become cemented on a man standing to the far left of the crowd, leaning against the ship railing with his arms crossed.

There’s a soft breeze as the boat is moored, but it's still enough to whip his hair just enough to catch your eyes. His head is tilted towards the sky as if he is too just taing in the sunshine for the first time today. Your breath catches in your throat as he tilts his head back as Kita begins talking, but his eyes - those grey eyes - they immediately fall on you as if he knew exactly where you were.

He’d always seemed to know where to find you when you were children so it wasn’t that much of a surprise. But now, seeing him in the bright sunlight, dressed in a dark grey shirt rolled up to his biceps, the front basically half undone showing his golden skin and the medallion hanging around his neck.

Osamu Miya was a man.

It hits you just how far your youth is from you now. Gone was the scrawny boy you had known, with dreams of becoming the greatest swordsman in all the land to rival his father.

Instead now here he stands, a pirate, the navigator of the Nine Tails. And you share the deck, no longer known as a princess, but a supposed murderer.

There’s another cough by your side and you slide your gaze back to the rest of the crowd as Kita begins to make introductions.

Apart from the twins, Ren, the captain and Ginjima, the rest of the faces held no familiarity. Kita’s first mate was the first to take a step forward and hold out his hand for you to shake.

Aran Ojiro he had said, another quiet and seemingly level headed male, and an apparent opposite to many of the other men who were practically shoving each other out of the way to speak first until you were holding back on a laugh.

The sound collapsed in your chest as gold eyes filled your vision.

Him. Familiarity rang loud in your head as you looked at the man standing in the centre. You know him, you’re sure of it. As if reading your mind, Kita interrupts your train of thought.

“Suna-”

“Rinatrou,” You finish, not realising you’ve said the words out loud until all eyes are on you once again. The attention normally wouldn’t phase you, but as you stare at the young man in front of you, it dawns on you just how vulnerable you are. Even with training your father had pushed you towards in your youth, you are still a woman on a boat full of wanted pirates.

I will not be afraid. Drawing courage from god knows where, you look level Suna with a blank stare.

“Your father was on the council underneath the king.”

“Yes.” His single word answer tugs at a string of anger buried just deep enough to glance over, and you find yourself wanting to snarl.

“I passed him in the hall the day i was first dragged to the Roost.” Suna says nothing, simply listens as you let out your tangled thoughts. “He did nothing then, and every day since.” The men around you are so quiet that the only noise coming from the ship is the thudding of the waves lapping against it, and the creaking of the wooden mast as wind whips around the rolled up sails. “He’s a piece of shit.”

“A fact that I am vividly aware of.” If he was half as much of a piece of shit as his father, you have no doubt that Kita would not have let him on his ship - no matter how much he may have needed his aid. You could hold no grudge against the boy you’d seen on and off in court since your childhood for the actions for his father. Because you knew first hand, that children are not always the same as their parents. Your brother and the current king are a prime example.

The thought of Wakatoshi has you looking away from Suna, as if simply looking at him brought vivid images of your older brother to mind. What had he been told? That you had died? Or was he still unaware of your fate, thinking that the king's mother was simply taking you under her wing?

“— could be.” Kita’s voice speaks quietly and you wouldn’t have picked up on it at all had there not been a gentle tap on your ankle. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see blonde hair and a smug grin and you fight the childish urge to kick him back.

You may be grateful for Atsumu pulling you out of your spiralling thoughts, but you aren’t going to tell him that. Noticing your lack of attention, Kita simply turns your way and repeats what he said without a care in the world.

“We’re looking for something, and I think you might be able to tell me where it could be.” You must look as lost as you feel after hearing that because Kita simply waves away his crew, telling them to return to whatever they were doing before leading you back inside.

Entering the room that you were in before, you begin to realise it’s the captain's quarters. Kita doesn’t give you much time to stew over it as he rounds his desk, pushing things aside until you realise that the top of it is not made of wood, but a large map.

A very old one, with cream withered paper, ripped and missing some of the corners, yet somehow it seems brand new at the same time. But more than the fact it is possibly the largest map you’ve seen, you realise you’ve seen part of it before.

“It includes the Dead Isles.” You point out, leaning over the desk, looking at the archipelago of islands far off the coast of Hyogo.

“It includes all the Dead Isles.” Kita corrects, making you tear your eyes off the paper and look at him.

The Dead Isles archipelago didn’t appear on many maps, because no one had been able to completely cartograph the archipelago. The shallow reefs, razor sharp rocks and rumoured monsters of the deep, many people who had tried had died. And what land they had found was barren, unable to provide fertile fields for the people to farm - they had forgotten about much of the world and hence named the Dead Isles.

“You mean to tell me that this is a complete and accurate map of one of the great mysteries of the known world.” You ask, not quite believing what he was saying.

“It’s not one hundred percent accurate.” Osamu’s voice is like a whisper in the wind, and you find yourself utterly unable to do anything but watch as he shifts next to you, pointing a finger on the small cluster of Islands. Those grey eyes like swirling storm clouds shift to you, drawing you in until you feel like you’re standing in the middle of that hurricane where everything is still and quiet.

Standing in the eye of a storm, that's how it feels when looking at the navigator.

“I wanted you to look at it and to see if anything looks familiar to you.” Kita finishes, dragging you back to reality and the task at hand. Anything familiar... its a map, of course its familiar. With furrowed brows you look over the map once more. What were they hoping for you to find?

Nothing about the islands or their placement seemed to stand out to you. With a defeated sigh you let your eyes roam over the rest of it. About to voice your failure, you see the beautifully drawn design around the map. Many of the maps and charts you perused as a child were part of heavy tomes, artfully designed to be more appealing to the eye than factual.

Parts of the map were similar to those, with depictions of the sun and moon, sea monsters spoken about in folktales and myths told to get children to behave, and constellations scattered around the border.

It was one of those constellations that seemed to call out to you, as if there was a hand on your shoulder, urging you to look at it more. As if to say This one, can you see it?

You wouldn’t need that gut feeling to know that it was important. No it was the constellation that you had been obsessed with since you were but a child. A trident, with a crown of stars above the teeth.

You knew that constellation, that story. One that was passed down from person to person from your mothers people. A people from the Broken Islands that had all but died out, their myths and gods with them.

So why on earth did they have that constellation on here?

Kita is already looking at you when you glance up for confirmation. And the light in his eyes tells you that you’ve just confirmed what he had thought. You know what he hoped you would. Did this have to do with the Kaimana constellation or its myth? Or could it be something more.

Your brain whirls as you realise that this may be more complicated than simply looking at a map. That this may have to do with the entire hidden history your mother had known but was unable to fully share with you - and if he was riding on getting any major information from you he is going to be severely disappointed at your lack of knowledge.

“You recognise the constellation.” Atsumu stated, sitting in the chair beside his captain, leaning back on two legs, but looking at you as if it weren’t a question that you might recognise, but a predetermined fact.

“I do, I read about it as a child.” You see the look Osamu shoots you out of the corner of your eye. One that calls you a rutting liar at the withheld truth of just how obsessed you had been with the story behind it. It’s Kita’s expression that has you explaining yourself.

“My mother was from a small island tribe in the Broken Islands. They didn’t really have a written history, but instead their history and stories were passed down from generation to generation.” You start, looking back down at the map again. “She died when I was a child, so much of that knowledge was lost with her. She had always said I’d needed to be older to hear some of the stories. Afterwards, I searched the royal archives for anything I didn’t know, or asked my father. But the books in there held only shadows of their knowledge.”

Once again, you turn to the captain and finally stand up straight. “If it is information you want from me, I’m sorry but I don't think i'll be of much use to your cause.”

“So far I you have been.” Kita points out before reaching into his coat pocket. “Years ago I obtained an amulet. The night of your brother's coronation, we only infiltrated the event to make a trade deal.” Something in your chest aches at his words. You know, deep down you do, that the night you’d seen Osamu again hadn’t been out of pure curiosity on his behalf. Albeit you hadn’t known he was a pirate, you’d been blinded by the shock that he was there and alive to think of much else. So you shouldn’t be hurt by the truth, but yet here you are, your heart throbbing in time with the subdued pain in your back.

“Osamu said that you have far more knowledge of the ancient constellations and their meanings than he does. And considering much of what I have been told of them are obscenely contradictory to what they are now known as, I want someone who’s more knowledgeable on it than a simple ‘have read in passing’ hunch.”

“Why?” You ask before your brain has to chance to overthink whether asking outright is the right thing to do. What on earth are they looking for that may possibly have something to do with long lost constellations and stories.

“I traded the life of my enemy’s first mate to get this back after it was stolen from me, because somehow, I just know that it’s important.” The captain’s voice was resolute as he pulled something out of his pocket, brandishing it on the desk for them all to see.

There it is.

The thick golden chain looks as if it was freshly polished, without a single scratch or mark upon it. At the bottom of the linked metal lies a large circular amulet. The branded large sea dragon wrapped almost around itself, its eyes embellished with two small sapphires has your heart dropping into your stomach.

It’s back.

When you were seven, you’d been diving off the main dock trying to find coastal clam shells when you’d gotten your foot stuck in some leftover fishing net that some of the fishermen had lazily just dumped under the wharf. You remember the panic, the fear as your chest burned from lack of oxygen. You’d struggled to see as you tried to hack away with your small fishing knife at the rope. You remember the black dots dancing in your vision, your heart thundering inside your skull until it was all that you could hear.

Your body reacts the same as you look into the small sparkling eyes of the sea dragon. Its just as beautiful as it always had, the gemstone eyes just as hypnotic as when you’d looked at it, slowly falling asleep as a child.

“Where-” your voice sounds foreign to you as it breaks. “Where did you get this?” With trembling fingers, you let your fingers brush over the metal. It’s so cold in comparison to the warmth you were used to, from hours and hours of resting against one's skin.

“Why?” Maybe it’s the lack of explanation, or the blaring curiosity that has the small ember of anger flickering inside you from earlier exploding into a fiery rage. Maybe it's the fact that it is here, still in one piece that has your anguish burning to life. Or maybe, it’s because you are staring at the proof that this, this scrap piece of metal is here and she isn’t. “Because that,” You’re pathetic broken tone completely eclipsed by your fury as you shove a shaking finger at the amulet. “-was around my mothers neck when she was pushed out to sea on her funeral pyre.”

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