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ladybellissima · 6 months

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One Piece Katakuri Charlotte x Reader

Sweet sweet love

She didn't plan what was going to happen. This sudden change never crossed her mind at all. Nevertheless she was standing before the crying straw hat crew with a saddened look. It pained her to be the cause of their distress. It wasn't her intention to make such a step so suddenly, but deep inside she wouldn't be able to support them like she used to.

"(Y/N)… Are you really sure? This is really dangerous. They know that you belong to us.",Luffy asked frustrated.

Nodding while tears rolled down her face, (Y/N) bowed before them, which let them cry even more.

"I know but I have to try with my abilities that I am allowed to stay. There is so much for me to learn there. A chance to get better. I won't be able to forget this place. Please understand and forgive me. I sadly leave your crew but you will always be in my heart.. Thank you so much… For everything. For taking me with you to support me in becoming the best patisser of the world. For helping me collecting rare receipts and all the fun we had in baking and testing…. ",she spoke and took her things to put it into a small boat. Luffy came to her side and hugged her tightly. Feeling his strong grip she gave him time to get used to her decision.

It wasn't an easy one.

(Y/N) crossed the straw hat pirate's way on a small island where she worked at a bakery. Her dream to become the best patisser and be known over the seas got Luffy's attention immediately and the next moment she found herself onto his ship. It was her chance to get out of her nutshell. To get out and explore the world. Every island they sailed (Y/N) collected new recipes, rare creations to get more experience. The straw hats really helped her to come closer to her goal. And then it hit her. Like a ton of bricks and she never ever believed that something like that would change her whole point of view.

Love…

A desperate love to be exact. It was this moment where time stood still after you laid your eyes on someone who took your breath away. And this someone was none other than Katakuri Charlotte. The enemy. A feared pirate of the Big mom pirates. (Y/N) was part of their attack at Big moms tea party, but luckily hidden at the background with Chopper. The moment she locked eyes with him at the party felt like a firework of emotions. Her heart beated, no raced uncontrollably. Took her some time to calm her racking nerves, after they stayed in Bege's castle for safety. An intriguing partner of their plan. No one noticed, because it looked like she was scared. And to be honest at that situation everyone was, but she was just bitterly in love with a man who was about to kill them.

How stupid…. How unfortunate and how unfair….

A desperate one sided love.

It didn't help either to meet him again at the Sunny. Piercing their forms with his strong, intimating, sexy appearance. God he was handsome. She froze in the spot not of fear, no, because of amazement. Chopper pulled her to safety and they had to see how Luffy threw himself and the sexy mochi god into the mirror world. It was complicated. It pained her heart that she was in a position where she would never be able to see him again. (Y/N) knew how bad her chances were. Were there even any? She even was more worried about his condition than Luffy's wounds after he got back from their fight.

Everyone knew something was off after the whole cake adventure. They could feel that (Y/N) was suffering of leaving the island. Even if they had a hard time. The moment she was met with a world of sweets. It seemed too exciting to be reality. Her eyes sparkled of cacao island with the beautiful cafes made of sweets, producing sweets and selling sweets. The others could see that she had a hard time of collecting all those ideas she was met with. They didn't know that there was now another reason to stay at this sweet place.

"Luffy… I am so sorry.. I have to. This is my chance of working at a top patisserie…", she spoke and hugged everyone dearly.

Getting into the boat she traveled back to cacao island. It didn't take her long to meet Pudding who was beyond shocked to see her again. Explaining her risky plan she guided (Y/N) to whole cake chateau. She knew she could lose her life. Everything could end in an instant, but it was worth it, because she followed her instincts and mostly her heart. Never would she be happy again, if she didn't ever try.

Motivated (Y/N) stood before Big mom in person who was scaring the shit out of her and asking what her life was worth after causing her so much trouble. Nevertheless she was impressed that she had the courage to face her. She was mocking her for thinking that a former straw hat would be allowed to stay. Not after what they had done. But (Y/N) gave her a confident smile. Explained her dream. Told her about her skills, which made her quite interested. Quickly (Y/N) presented her the fascinating creation of fried chocolate bars. No words were needed anymore. With a deal that she would deliver her those sweets every day, (Y/N) was allowed to stay under her protection from now on. Her risky plan succeeded. And this led her to her present situation.

Sighing in delight (Y/N) tasted her cream, while standing in her kitchen. Her own kitchen with expensive equipment. She got an own Cafe with her name on it. It made her unbelievable proud. And it made her unbelievable happy to deliver her sweets to whole cake chateau, because maybe she was able to meet him. The second reason still was making her restless.

"It's been a while… What is he doing? Fighting? Sailing?..", she whispered dreamingly while filling her doughnuts with the whipped cream.

The sound of the doorbell got her attention and let her stop in her tracks. Brushing her hands on her cooking apron she approached the counter to greet her customer. But it wasn't an ordinary customer. It was him. Katakuri Charlotte. His tall form looked down to her small one in silence. The air got heavy. Her body froze in the spot, while his look seemed to pierce her uneasy gaze. She didn't expected him to come here to her shop. She didn't expected him at all anywhere, because she heard how busy he was. Surprised she smiled up to his emotionless look.

"Hi. Nice to meet you. My name is (Y/N). Are you here for your mother's daily sweets?", she asked nervously. Katakuri watched her for awhile and nodded shortly.

"Yes."

Their first conversation. Short. No details. How great. Nevertheless (Y/N) kept her smile and nodded happily. Quickly rushing back to the kitchen she shoved a big basket on small carriage and pulled it to the counter.

"I get it.", he spoke and grabbed the basket without any effort and lifted it up. Amazed she watched his doings and forgot how stupid her expression must look. Quickly she shook her head and avoid his amused expression.

"I have to go.", he spoke shortly and left immediately. Sighing she looked after him and realized how hard it really was to get to know him. After all she was just yeah (Y/N). Nothing extraordinary. Sighing she was aware of her non existent chance. On the other side Katakuri couldn't believe it. He heard the gossip from his brothers that a straw hat girl came back to life here. Even got a special deal.

How could someone be so reckless??

It took his interest and it let him offer her mother to get her sweets to have a reason. The moment he stepped into the building with this sweet scent let his heart flutter. He often stepped into bakeries, but in a way it felt different. He could feel the passion and love of someone, who really enjoy working here. It felt comfortable like never before. And the moment this girl stepped before him, looking surprised, shy and absolutely cute let his normal strong appearance tremble. He recognized her from the fight. He wasn't able to think about their meeting back then, but she was haunting his mind later on. How unfortunate for him to have such uncontrollable feelings. Never he had to deal with sleepless nights, because of thinking of a girl. A breathtaking girl he just met in between a fight. A girl he was attracted to. He thought about their leaving, about what she was doing now and where she would sail next. Everything with a bitter aftertaste.

But now standing before her made him clueless of what to do. Should he have asked something ordinary? But what? And wouldn't he look stupid? He was the sweet General after all. He would just embarasse himself. The part with getting connected wasn't so easy as he thought it would be. Alone seeing her let his body tremble of excitement and fear. Fear of rejection. Nevertheless he felt a stinging sweet longing inside of him. Sighing he hated himself for letting such an opportunity go.

"Wait…. Please!", her beautiful voice let him stop in his tracks. Looking behind, he was met with (Y/N) 's stunning bright smile. Running to his side he gave her a confused look after seeing another smaller basket in her hands.

"I am sorry Katakuri.. Oh forgive me.. Sweet General Charlotte.. Or no sweet general katakuri..", she stuttered embarrassed, which he found absolutely adorable and sweet. To be honest everything what she did was making him happy.

"Just Katakuri is fine. Don't worry (Y/N)..", he spoke and felt his heart flutter of her shy and flustered gaze.

"Thank you Katakuri. Here these are for you.", she smiled up to him and showed him the sweet doughnuts. Taking the basket from her hands he gave her a surprised look.

"a welcome and thank you gift for visiting my place. It made me really happy.", she spoke and didn't think about how it sounded. Red as a tomato she avoid his stunned gaze. For the first time he felt his face burn not of anger. No. It was because of her sweet and kind words.

" Hopefully you like doughnuts? It's a special recipe. They are filled with chocolate.",(Y/N) explained happily. Katakuri only needed the words "filled with" and was more than motivated to taste them.

"I love them…", he blurted out while his look wandered along the lovely coating of her sweets. There were little hearts placed on it, which let his smile under his scarf grew even more. Maybe it was just a decoration, nevertheless it gave him a sweet warmth around his heart.

" Really! Then enjoy Katakuri! I hope you like them. See you around! Bye", she spoke and grabbed her cooking apron to calm her nerves. Quickly turning around she rushed back to her Cafe. To her safe point where she leaned against the door and touched her chest. Her racing heart wasn't the only symptom, she had to endure at that moment. Was it too much? Too straightforward? But who knows when she would see him again. It felt nice to be by his side.

"Luffy… You were right. I found my luck on this journey. Thank you"

Smiling brightly Katakuri looked after her. Sweet. Everything she did was sweet. And her doughnuts would sure taste as sweet as she was.

And he was right.. so right. The moment he was back home he couldn't wait to finally reach his room. His secret hideout to get rid of the annoying fabric around his neck and making himself comfortable. Giving the heart decoration one last look he bite into it. And god he had to resist to not stuff it down his throat. They were good. Really good. No amazing. Sighing in delight he not only felt his stomach full. His heart was as well full of joy and love. Noticing a small note at the end of the basket he took it carefully with his sugar coated fingers.

"Have a nice day. See you, (Y/N)"

Smiling brightly he touched the letters and couldn't wait to visit her Cafe again.

"my sweet (Y/N)….see you soon… "

#fanfiction #romance #katakuri x reader #karakuricharlotte #one piece #charlotte katakuri

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spynorth · 2 years

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@northliights sent me a meme forever ago and agreed to ship with me when i asked and is now paying for all of it and no doubt regretting all of his life choices (especially sending me a fucking aurora was kidnapped meme)

Somewhere, in what sometimes still feels like another world entirely, a version of Lucas North had curled under an empty metal bed frame, pleading with words that spilled from broken lips, a raspy and whispered prayer to the unrelenting artificial sun that refused him a reprieve. Dark was where the demons are meant to hide, monsters with curled claws lingering in shadowed corners ... but the mi5 agent had spent eight years in unrelenting light, and found the absence of hope underneath it. He had promised things, sold his soul in more ways than he can possibly remember, but always there was the blinding light and the pain until suddenly there was’t ... and on nights where he watches the brilliant light that heralds the return of a welcome darkness, he sometimes wonders what last desperate thing he had promised... wonders if the devil will ever come and collect its due....

It does, eventually. Evil is a patient thing, waits like a master of its game, studying the board before each move, and the pride of believing ones self capable of out maneuvering it is ever the banner before a man’s fall. Lucas has always known this, has wondered about the price he will one day have to pay, resolved to pay it without question. But now..

Not her. God, not her.

The man that walks in front of him is trembling, shoes slipping on the blood of his friends and dark eyes glancing down at the bodies that the mi5 agent barely notices and as he gives his prisoner another shove for motivation, Lucas briefly wonders if the shorter man believes he’ll survive this. Surely he’s not that stupid. His guide stops at a door in the back of the warehouse, hands that have been steady throughout the entire past few days suddenly beginning to shake, and he tightens his grip around the gun in his hand, pressing the muzzle forward until it digs harder into the sensitive skin between the knobs of his captive’s spine. Ocean blues watch as the other man fumbles for a key, a choked foreign word that he doesn’t recognize falling between them as the door finally swings open.

I knew you’d find me ....

The statement is a simple thing, soft and full of an affectionate relief that settles somewhere in the hollow of his chest until that cold hold around his barely beating heart begins to thaw. A smile twitches into place at one corner of his mouth, shoulders losing their tension as worst case scenarios are thrown from his mind, leaving room for a bone weary exhaustion. He wants nothing more than to gather Aurora in his arms, to find some sanctuary from the entirety of the world and never let her leave his sight again .. but first...

His gun relieves its pressure against his captive’s spine and sharp gaze takes in the way the other man takes in a short breath, relief so palpable that Lucas can almost smell it. Mistake. A quick press against the shorter man’s head chased by a shot that echoes off stark concrete walls and his guide is suddenly nothing more than a corpse at the agent’s feet, a body in perfect repose. He’s covered in blood, the sweat of fear and the smell of a desperate man that’s hardly slept and as brown boots cross the floor between them, fingers already reaching for the ties that bind her wrists and making short work of them before he trusts himself enough to speak.

“Hey, beautiful girl.”

His voice is a rough and broken thing, words hard to push past a sudden lump that’s taking up the length of his throat and for the briefest of seconds, when Aurora reaches with a gentle touch to brush against his cheek, Lucas wonders if he’s bleeding from some wound he wasn’t aware of .. but her finger lingers, swiping across a lingering wetness that doesn’t hurt and it hits him like a ton of bricks .. he’s crying. He’s too exhausted to try and stop it, doesn’t care to anyways .. instead, he simply wraps his arms around her all the tighter, unmindful of the blood and salt that paint their shadows across her clothes and baptize her hair.

Evil always collects its due .. but she is his dawn and he will gladly crucify himself again.

#northliights #I 'M SOBBING BYE #*v. you can only go through hell a handful of times before you bring pieces home.#i was stupid when i made this blog for this kind of pain. and you were stupid for lettin gme and going along iwth it #anyways idk if you can reply to this or if its a one time thing #i leave it up to you #but i am feeling the feelings goodbye.#HE SAYS THREE WORDS I'M FUCKING SCREAMING #*THREE* FUCKING WORDS

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the-firebird69 · 2 years

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There are several idiots here declaring war on us and our people and they're pointing at our son so I'm going to get rid of them today and moving to do so

It's a direct result of their action being sorted by the max and them seeing us help them they say tons of Max hate them see them doing it and they're issuing APB and warrants on them and they're going after them shortly and they are going to take them and pull them out of offices

The huge Force headed north is gone several more prepping and we anticipate they'll be defeated easily the blockade is holding yet the Empire has lost probably almost a third of its ships so it encourage the rebels

We are headed for a problem here in Florida where they say they won't allow material in and that's the max and think they can do it because the rebels are depleted yeah they don't know exactly who we are and they don't know what companies so it's going to look stupid yet it's all the max and we're going to use force and they're not going to stop us I'm tired of them saying they can stop us when they can't and the max other Max are tired of them trying to stop them all the time and really it's Tommy f and mac daddy and he let go of so much stuff he's hardly involved in the renovations and it's really tommy f doing it. I dragged his father into it and says he's got to go to DC so I'm not going anywhere I don't go to those game places and your people are idiots no matter what they do. So he's trying to see if we can get him the entertainment center I said where do you want it you know it's all right Lock stock and barrel that's fine you'll probably wants to maintain it after a month but that's okay this is probably start off with me doing so we have this entertainment center he picked already he keeps waffling and where he wants it to go and so forth. It's getting in touch with the townspeople the council City council and they've approved it already when he wants to let him know it's a different makeup of machines and they said that's fine just now so he's recently plans it's like a list of equipment and he wants us to build it area with the problem for the showing who said it's no problem and we'd like to attract Trump and hit him alongside of you guys and he says good she's a big huge wigger.. and I'm a pre-construction conference today there and do surveying and subsurface and line up shoring for Monday traffic control site demo etc there's quite a bit of demo there's a few buildings that need to be removed might be able to do that this weekend we'll see today any thanks you and take some back and it says maybe the first one and it'll probably be a series of them if you're running them people go to them without destroying them is chuckling a little. This is yellow pretty hard on the eateries in it's got funny way of saying stuff this is why not put a Gators in and a beef o Brady's starting to see something there's a few others there's some down there that aren't bad so they look at them hooters too. It's going to be a fun place and the buildings to remove the rain shackles in there those brick ones and nobody sent them cuz they're going to fall over and they say they have a way of showing it to move it I like to see that something other than this weird system

Mac says. It's a huge day that asshole is going to pay. He also agrees that they're so stupid and their stuff is so crass and mean everything's going to seem different could be why there's a huge construction boom on tons of people going to have to defend now Mac is hiring people and we're hiring people and we're having some others it's a huge War

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illicitlimerence-writes · 2 years

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thread of gold | l. norris

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader word count: 3.6k words. request: yes, by an anon: "i hope you feel better about lando soon, it was a tough weekend :( i was wondering if you’d write something where the reader has recently gotten away from some crazy ex and is trying to open up again and meets lando? take care!!!" honestly, i'm still not over sochi. thanks for checking in and sending this. also, so sorry it took so long, but i hope you like this! warnings: mentions of toxic!ex, cheating, depression, anxiety attacks and other mental health stuff (please skip this one if this might trigger you.), mentions of therapy. mental health and therapy are very important things to me, and i wanted to portray this the best way i could. a/n: there will be a part two to this!!! props to you if you know where the title comes from (there's some clues in the actual fic).

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the pain one feels when losing a loved one cannot compare, at all, to the heartache you feel when you realize you've lost yourself.

the constant texts asking you if you were alright, if you felt prepared to jump into a relationship so quickly right after meeting him, to move in after just a month of dating, you realized now, were people that really cared about you and your wellbeing.

where are they now? you don't know. you pushed them all away. you were forced, manipulated, influenced to push them all away. your friends, family, they were all gone. you had nothing, no one left. not even yourself.

it took a lot to get yourself out of the hell you'd been living in, millions of tears, endless sleepless nights. you felt stupid that the thing that triggered your epiphany was the time you'd found your ex in bed with another girl. suddenly, every shitty thing he'd ever said, done to you dawn on you like a ton of bricks. so you left him behind, switching jobs and moving places to the apartment on top of a flower shop where you found refuge. nothing made sense anymore. not the things you used to love doing, nor the alternatives you found online, you couldn't find joy in simple things.

time, curious time.

you never thought you'd find yourself at a place that used to feel like home, a karting track.

a few days before, you'd been driving home from your biweekly session with your therapist, when another driver passed a red light, making you hit the brake pedal to avoid a collision. you should've been embarrassed to admit that the adrenaline rush you felt at that moment made you feel alive. the simple thought of being in control of something, made you feel chills on your back. from then on, speed was the one thing you couldn't keep out of your mind.

it felt odd, visiting a place that held so many great memories. as you buckled yourself in, you spotted a group of guys making their way in, they seemed to be about your age. after driving the first few laps, you felt like a teenager again, the wind hitting a helmet you'd kept since all those years ago, made it seemed as if you'd traveled back in time. a checkered flag told you your time was up, but you didn't feel sad. nothing could burst the bubble of happiness you'd found yourself in.

you were removing your helmet when one of the guys walked toward you.

"hey! you were amazing out there!"

"thanks," you said sheepishly, looking at your helmet instead of his eyes.

"i'm lando... my friends and i are having a little race, would you like to join us?" he spoke, and you dared to take one look at him. shiny, chocolate curls, eyes a hypnotizing mix green and blue, a sweet, shy smile on his lips.

"thank you but my time's up now, i have to go," you gave him a tight-lipped smile. it fell, though, as you saw who you assumed were his friends, making their way to you two. instinctively, you took a step back, talking to three people at the same time would be the biggest social interaction you'd had in a long time.

"yellow helmet, you were a rocket ship on the track," the blonde, blue-eyed said, the tan brunette next to him nodded in agreement.

"thanks," you said, feeling a little knot in your throat.

"that's george," lando pointed to the blonde, "and that's alex," a brown-eyed brunette waved his hand.

"are you up for some racing? we'll go easy on you," alex said, a smile on his face. the other two laughed, like there was a joke you weren't aware of.

"i- i should go, i-"

"come on, it'll be fun!" george said, and you felt a chill running down your spine at the words. words you'd heard so many times, pressuring you to do things you didn't want to.

"n-no i..." you shook your head, feeling a wave of anxiety rising up in your chest.

"hey, it's okay! it's alright, you don't have to if you don't want to. maybe another day?" lando asked, seeing the way your eyes frantically moved around, looking for an escape.

"sure, bye!" you said, rushing out of there. you ran to your car, locking your door once you got in. you gripped the steering wheel until your knuckles turned white, fast, heavy breaths leaving your chest. you closed your eyes, squeezing them tightly. you covered your ears with your hands, rocking back and forth on the limited space of your driver's seat. you tried to focus on your breathing, first you tried to control it and hold it, but you failed. your mind scattered through other alternatives. through ragged breaths, you counted to ten. and again. you didn't know how much time had passed as you tried different techniques, you just knew that your sight wasn't blurry, your head didn't feel foggy. mentally, you gave yourself a pat on the back and drove home.

you didn't go back to the track for three weeks after that. no matter how much your body demanded the thrill and bliss the speed gave you, the muscles in the back of your head tensed, sending tingles down your body, at the mere thought of meeting them again. you talked to your therapist about it, she said she understood, but that you couldn't pause your happiness because of fear.

so, gathering as much courage as you could, you grabbed your yellow helmet and drove to the track. you intentionally went a little later, hoping you'd find an empty track, but you saw three karts driving around the track. you took a deep breath, zipping up your jacket and walking to the track, where the three drivers were laughing and shoving each other as they yelled about who was the real winner. like the first time, lando was the first to notice you were there.

"you're back!" he said, you forced a smile as you stood next to your rented kart.

"the rocket ship! sorry you had to see that, some guys just can't handle defeat," george said, shoving alex. you laughed as the brunette began ruffling the blonde's hair.

"that's okay, you uh- you're really great drivers," you said with a small nod.

you're doing good.

"cheers, you too. have you thought about going pro?" lando asked, switching his helmet from one hand to the other.

"no, not really. i..." you stopped yourself, fearing that you might overstep and over-share.

"you'd be great!" alex said, which made you smile as your eyes drifted down to the ground.

"thanks," you said, your voice small.

"we were about to do some more laps, would you like to join us?" lando asked, a hopeful smile on his face.

"umm..." you said as you thought.

do i want to? they seemed great drivers, it could be fun.

"okay," you agreed, and the three of them cheered, all rushing to their karts. you couldn't help but chuckle as you saw them all act like little kids, the same way you felt on the inside.

the first two laps were practice, to learn how each of them approached driving. you noted that alex was careful, but extremely fast. george was a little more aggressive, he wasn't one to back out if someone tried to overtake him on a curb, he fought fearlessly. lando... he seemed carefree. this truly felt like something he did for fun and disconnect from everything else going on in the world.

i like them, you decided at that moment. after the first few laps you all decided to do a short five-lap race, the losers had to pay for the winner's dinner.

their suggestion.

you let yourself free, the thrill of the speed letting you forget all your anxieties for a little bit, so you agreed before you had time to overthink.

as it turned out, you won the race. a small part of you told you they'd let you win, but you felt too euphoric as you crossed the finish to even be mad. their faces, though, were a completely different story.

"how did you do that?" george said as you all jumped out of the karts.

"that was unbelievable!" lando said, taking off his helmet and running his fingers through his hair. you found yourself staring at him a second too long, before you realized it and quickly looked down at your helmet.

"thanks, that... that was fun!" you admitted, and for the first time since you met them, they saw a genuine, big smile on your face.

"we've been obliterated, guys." alex joked and you all laughed.

"thank god no one's here... i can already see all the headlines," george said, and that made you frown.

"what are you talking about?" you asked, and the three of them looked as if they'd been caught red-handed.

"george!" lando shoved his shoulder

"you had one job," alex pinched the bridge of his nose.

"what's going on?" you asked, taking a step back.

"it's nothing, just... we're all drivers... like, professional racing drivers," lando said, pausing, as if he was upset they'd been caught.

"formula one drivers," alex added.

"oh, okay. cool, i beat three f1 drivers," you smiled, grabbing your helmet. "it's been nice, i have to go now," you said, feeling your social energy draining each second that passed.

"but we owe you dinner!" lando shouted as you rushed out of the track.

"next time," feeling brave, you threw him a wink, before running to your car, you drove home with a funny feeling in your stomach, a smile on your face the entire way home.

"i didn't... get her name," lando murmured as he watched you leave. his two friends snickering behind him.

"has someone got a crush?" alex teased.

"shut up!" lando grunted as your car left the parking lot.

weeks later, you changed the sign hanging from the door, the colorful 'open' text letting possible customers know it was okay to walk into the flower shop you worked at. since getting away from your ex you'd had to change jobs for something more stable and relaxed for you, throwing away your plans to open up your new business anytime soon.

you fixed your apron and proceeded to finish a bridal bouquet, being extra careful with the small white dahlias. the bell rang, which meant someone had entered the shop. gently, you placed down the bouquet.

"hello?" why did you recognize that voice? you peeked from your spot behind the counter, catching those familiar chocolate curls inspecting your blue peonies.

"lando?" you asked, he turned to you with wide eyes.

"rocket ship!" he smiled.

"it's (y/n)," you said, fingers fiddling with the edge of the counter.

"(y/n)..." he repeated, as if testing the way his lips felt saying it. "you work here?" he asked.

"yup, for about two months now," you gave him a tight-lipped smile. "can i help you with something?" you asked, and he nodded.

"it's my mom's birthday in a few days, and i wanted to get her some flowers," he explained.

"okay, did you have a specific flower in mind? her favorite?" you asked, grabbing your sketchbook and a pencil. you returned your attention to lando, who looked lost. his face made you chuckle. "a color?"

"i liked this blue one," he said, pointing to the peonies. you nodded, tapping your pencil against your lip as you thought about what flowers you could combine.

"okay, how about peonies, that's the one you liked. and we can add some white ranunculus," you pointed to them, "and some eucalyptus," you said as you grabbed one of each and showed them to lando.

"they look pretty!" he said.

"great, were you thinking about a bouquet or an arrangement?" you showed him one of each.

"this one," he pointed to the arrangement.

"okay, we might need another type of flower, though. see anything you like?" you asked, and lando's eyes scanned all the flowers. you already had a type in mind, but wanted to see what he thought first.

"do you think this will look okay?" he asked, pointing to the lisianthus, you smiled at him.

"that's the one i was thinking about. it will look perfect. we can also add some other colors if you like."

you continued explaining the process of making the arrangement, letting your love for flowers show, losing yourself in the different ways of making the right combination of flowers. you drew the sketch on your notebook, grabbing different colored pencils as you worked. and you felt encouraged when lando asked more questions and added his own thoughts.

"how did the races go?" you asked, once you arrived home that night after your own race, you had googled them and watched some highlights of lando and his friends racing. you saw his eyes flying from your drawing to your face.

"pretty well... i don't know if you saw but i got a podium," he could barely contain his smile.

"i saw... congrats," you said, smiling at him. he bit his lips, his eyes shining brightly as he looked at you.

"cheers. hey, we still owe you dinner! don't think we've forgotten," he pointed a finger at you.

"i was hoping you had," you shook your head.

"a deal's a deal," he laughed. "i'll text the guys and we can figure something out, we don't have a race this weekend."

"sure." you said, feeling a little knot in your stomach. "where are you off to, next?" you asked, laying down your blue pencil and grabbing a peach-colored one.

"russia," he bit his lip. "i don't know why, but i've got a great feeling about this one," he said, and you couldn't help but smile at the twinkle in his eyes. "i don't want to jinx it, though. it's supposed to be raining that day, so we'll see."

"i get it, you should always follow your gut, though," you said, feeling your throat drying as you said the words. words you'd heard from your therapist in a completely different context and situation.

lando noticed the way your smile fell from your face as you said the words, how you held the pencil a little tighter, your other hand gripping the counter until your knuckles turned white. your gaze fell to the ground.

"yeah..." he muttered, unsure of what to do or say.

"sorry, i... kinda zoned out there," you chuckled. "what do you think?" you asked as you showed him the drawing.

"woah! a talent on and off the track!" he gasped, "this is amazing! look at all the details!" he leaned in to get a better view. "this is great, (y/n), i can't wait to show my mom, she'll love it!" honestly, he hadn't even noticed the way your name slipped out so naturally, as if he'd been saying it his whole life.

"thanks... the colors might be a bit off, but..."

"no way, this is perfect. i might just give this to my mom and she'll love it just the same," he said, and you felt your cheeks warming under his excited gaze.

"it's just a drawing..." you shrugged your shoulder.

"don't do that, don't undervalue your work, you could sell this, you know?" he said, and you knew he meant it. you started feeling nervous, your palms and the space between your fingers began to sweat. you didn't know what to say, so you just nodded. "in fact, after you're done making the arrangement, do you think i could keep it?" he asked, as if it were the most casual thing to say.

"oh- um... i guess?" you replied, unsure if he was serious. the smile on his lips told you he was.

"great, i'll be back in a few days. take care, (y/n)," he smiled at you.

"you too," you breathed as he walked away.

time, wondrous time.

days later, the bell chimed cheerily. you smiled as hypnotizing eyes met yours, the sunlight made his eyes look greener that particular day.

"hello, again," lando greeted you. you took a moment to eye him up and down, he wore dark grey jeans with a matching jean jacket, a navy blue t-shirt underneath.

"hey," you gave him a small smile, he looked at you as he bit his lip. "are you ready to see it?" you asked excitedly.

"course! i'm thinking about just keeping it to myself and getting my mom a necklace or something," he joked and you gasped.

"lando!"

"i'm kidding, but i definitely will come back every time i need to get someone a gift," he smiled, and you felt heat rushing to your cheeks.

"that's very nice of you," you said, turning your back to him as you went to the back to grab the arrangement you'd made for his mom. "here it is," you placed it on the counter, biting you bottom lip as you watched his bright eyes widening.

"this is amazing!" he said as he leaned forward, nose nearly brushing the soft petals and green leaves.

"i made a few changes, added a few more flowers," you pointed as he nodded.

"i noticed." he said.

after paying for the arrangement and doing some more small talk, it was his time to leave. he walked to the door with the flowers in his hands, the bell chimed as he opened it. out of the corner of your eye, you noticed he was standing still.

he turned around, walking to you with a shy smile on his face, making a small frown appear on your forehead.

"everything okay?" you asked.

"yeah, i... i wanted to know if... shit, sorry," he chuckled.

"that's okay, think about your words first," you instructed, just like your therapist had told you many times before. he nodded, and you could see his eyes flying side to side as he tried different words in his mind.

"i- i'd like... if you want to, of course, it's totally fine if you don't," he said, his voice shaking. "i was wondering if you... you wanted to go out... with me," he breathed deeply as he finished speaking.

you felt like someone had scratched your chest, as it started feeling hot, the back of your neck tingling. the smile on your face must've fallen, for his eyes widened and he grabbed the arrangement to have something on his hands.

"it's totally okay if you don't want to! i get it, we just met and i-"

"it's me, i-" you interrupted. "don't... beat yourself up, you've done nothing wrong. i just... i've recently ended a relationship and-" you shook your head, giving him a quick, tight-lipped smile. "didn't end well,"

"oh, gosh, i'm so sorry, i-"

"no worries."

awkward silence fell between you two. you noticed his thumb tapping against the box where the flowers laid, and you instantly felt bad for causing him to doubt himself.

"maybe in the future."

that caught his attention, his head shot up, looking at the small smile on your face. he nodded, opening his mouth to speak but nothing came out.

"i like you, you're fun and easy to talk to, you made me feel comfortable from the first moment. but, it's-"

"not the right time," he finished for you, you nodded. "okay. can i at least get your number?" he blurted out. his eyes widened as he realized what he'd just said. "i mean to- to set up the dinner with the guys! we owe you dinner," he came up with the first thing he could think of.

you laughed, not a roar of laughter, but it was the most you'd laughed in a long time. that was the first time lando heard you laughing, losing yourself in the shy, charming guy standing in front of you.

"god, i'm sorry. i'm sorry for laughing." you scratched your forehead, grabbing a small notepad with the logo and info for the flower shop printed on it. you quickly wrote your number on it, feeling lando's eyes tracking your every move. "here you go," you looked up, ripping the page from the notepad and handing it to him. "use it wisely,"

"i will. thank you, (y/n)," he smiled, you nodded. "also, i... this has nothing to do with me wanting to score points but..." you chuckled, "if you ever want... need someone to talk to, about what happened," you held in your breath, "or anything, really. i'm only one call away."

you remained quiet for a few seconds, feeling your shoulders tensing. the smile on his face, the shine in his eyes told you he meant it. that helped you relax.

"thank you." you whispered, nodding. you blinked back the tears, smiling at him. "i don't have your number, though." you surprised yourself at the teasing tone in your voice.

he balanced the boxed flowers in one hand, stretching his free arm toward you.

"give me your phone," he smiled. you chuckled, looking as he raised a brow and wiggled his fingers. "come on," he pressed on.

"fine," you obliged, handing him your phone. he typed his name and number, opening the camera app to set up a contact picture. he stretched his arm up, smiling wide at your phone, which caused you to smile as well.

"there you go," he handed the phone back to you. "use it wisely," he winked at you as he walked backward, nearly colliding with a bucket of white roses.

"careful!" you said, making him look down and avoid taking down the flowers.

he gave you a sheepish smile as he opened the door, the familiar bell chimed.

"i'll be here when you're ready," he said, making your lungs fill with air as you breathed deeply. "just... give it time," he waved his hand at you, walking out of the shop.

time, mystical time. cutting me open, then healing me fine.

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acidwidow · 2 years

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BITTERSWEET

a/n - This is my first avengers fic! I’m gonna make it into a mini(?) series, I wrote this in my notes at 3am lool, I hope you guys like it

Warnings - Angst, short haired bucky (yes it’s a warning bc that man is too fine)

Summary - After a bad breakup you’re forced to move in with your brother Steve at the avengers compound, will old relationships rekindle the fire in you that was once lost?

You cannot be happening. You had just woken up way too hungover and not at all prepared for the confrontation waiting for you downstairs. Drinking for 4 days in a row does a number on you and your mom was sick of watching you drown your sorrows and has finally found a way to ‘help you’.

“You can’t just ship me away because you don’t wanna deal with me anymore!”

“Y/N I cannot keep watching you destroy your life, you’re going to stay with your brother, it’ll be good for you. I know how you feel. It’s final.”

The salty taste of your tears on your lips make you somehow feel more nauseous than you already do. The partying, drinking, drugs, all of it is a way to cope with the man that broke your stupid heart in two.

He knew how much you loved him, he finally admitted he was with you purely because your brother was Captain America. Your high school sweetheart was a lie, are you meant to be frolicking through daisies?

“You have no idea how I feel right now, NO GOD DAMN IDEA! I’m not going, I’m an adult, and I’m not leaving.”

She sighs, exasperatedly running her hands across her face. You know this is coming from a place of love and worry on her behalf but right now all you feel is betrayal and anger running through your veins like fire.

A small brown envelope addressed to you is slid across the table, looking down you snatch it, turning away to storm out towards your car.

Head against the steering wheel, you wonder how you got to this point in your life exactly. How does one man manage to pull the wool over your eyes the way Ryan did, usually you can read people like a book.

“Stupid! Stupid idiot!” You scream and bang your fists against the wheel until your hands go numb. A feeling you’re well accustomed to these days.

You rip open the envelope, terrified for what could be awaiting you inside.

Y/N L/N

Flight NY-2287

From Boston Logan International Airport

To Manhattan Regional Airport

One way ticket

A dry chuckle left your lips, the salt hitting your tongue from the tears shed in the screaming match that had just occurred in your dining room. One way ticket?

“I can’t believe she’s getting rid of me.”

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Packing your bags proves to be slow and torturous, your mom standing in the door way, throwing suggestions towards you as you chuck a handful of underwear into the open luggage.

“You know, this is for your own good, you’ll be able to see Steve and James again. I know you miss them too, you need this.”

“It seems like you know what I need so there’s no point giving my opinion on this anymore, you’ve already made your decision mom.”

Out of the corner of her eye you see her hang her head. Shame maybe? No, she made her bed and she has to lie in it now. Maybe once you’re gone she’ll realise she made a mistake. Being around Steve will be just another reminder of your heart ache.

You close your eyes as the sound of her footsteps dissipate down the stairs.

You know you can’t blame him, or mom, but that doesn’t stop the rage surging through your body every time something reminds you of what’s happened.

The Captain America T-shirt staring at you as it sits on your bedroom floor. You bought it the day Steve’s merch came out officially. You bask in the memory of how proud you are of him for a moment before the memories of the last two months come rushing back to you and leave a fiery pit in the bottom of your stomach.

Trudging down the stairs, suitcase in one hand, your phone in the other and a bag clinging to your left shoulder that feels like a ton of bricks.

Your mom eyes you from the kitchen table. The same place you seem to be screaming at each other every morning. Closing her book she stands up and walks towards you, a small smile on her face before she opens her arms, signalling you to hug her.

You swallow your pride and wrap your arms around her, tears welling in your eyes for the second time this morning.

“I’m gonna miss you, try not to sass your brother too hard and give him a massive hug from me. I love you Y/N/N.” she mumbles into your hair. Pulling back and placing her hand softly onto your cheek, wiping a couple stray tears that managed to escape your eyes .

You nod curtly, adjusting your backpack and walking through the door towards your car. You feel her eyes lingering on you as you chuck your belongings into the trunk. The thoughts of ‘accidentally’ missing your plans are cut off by your phone buzzing in your back pocket.

Dumbass: see you soon dude

Dumbass: You’ll see us when you get off the plane, hope you appreciate the sign. It was a group effort

You roll your eyes at the message, imagining the Avengers with glitter and sharpies, making a cardboard sign to welcome you back into New York.

You: Better be great considering i’m being forced against my will to come

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“Y/N Welcome back!” The sign reads, accompanied by swirls, bright colours and what seems like steve’s shield, alas badly drawn. Steve and Bucky stand with the sign above their heads, grinning from ear to ear when they spot you in the crowd of people clambering to get to their respective families.

Bucky takes a couple steps forward and flings his arms around you, picking you up in a bear hug for what seems to feel like a life time.

“Let me down you oath!!” You squeal, wiggling around in his super human grip until he finally lowers you to the ground.

“Good to see you too kid.”

You groan at the nickname. “Ugh don’t call me that, I’m an adult now Buck.”

He lets out a chuckle as Steve walks towards you and claps you on the back, the famous Steve Rogers smile still on his face as he takes your bags.

“I missed you Y/N/N”

“Oh and by the way, you’ll always be our little sister.”

The word ‘Our’ leaves a bitter taste on your tongue. Your childhood crush on Bucky never left, only simmered once he moved away, faded even more so into the background when you were infatuated with Ryan.

This is going to be a long trip.

#avengers x platonic reader #steve rogers #mcu #stucky #bucky barnes x reader #avengers #captain america #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #marvel #natasha romanoff #iron man #bucky fluff #bucky angst #bucky smut #bucky barnes fluff

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bloodycassian · 3 years

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FIRE AND ICE PART TWO - GRIEF

His lack of faith in you seemed to grow with each passing day that you ignored him. He tried bringing you food, tried making jokes. You had a sneaking suspicion he tried to send Mor in to try to talk to you too. But she just read beside you in bed, munching on the plate of cookies he had ordered to your room.

"I'm not going to say dont be mad it him, but maybe just... hear him out." Mor said, shutting her book. You glared at her. "I know, I know.... but just maybe-"

"He hasn't bothered to apologize. Why would I hear him out when he doesn't even try to hear me out!?" You let her hear the kindling fire that had been building over the last few days. The words came out with precision and cut even her deep.

"Cassian can be stupid-"

"He's an idiot." You spat.

She sighed, and sat up from the pillow stack that you shared. She could see the predator waiting to be released under your skin. And she didn’t want to be the one to let it free. So she went the gentle route. The one she knew would knock you free of the anger. "He wanted to keep you safe." the words hit your weak spot for the male.

You shoved it away, disregarding the vulnerability. "By shaming me?" She was surprised. Cassian hadn't shown any sign of falseness when she had spoken to him. He had just seemed concerned. You laughed bitterly. "He forgot to mention the part where he guilted me into leaving. He thinks I'm a doll he needs to protect." You cringed away from the words that you knew he saw as being true. The shame filled you further. Like a sinking ship, it only brought you lower and lower.

She stared at you, those piercing eyes so different from Rhys' bored into you. Her next words were carefully chosen. "Give him.. time." She concluded. You stared after her as she made her way to the door.

Two days later you had cooled off after a sparring with Feyre and Rhys. As if he had been told of your more pleasant mood, Cassian appeared on your balcony with a bundle of wildflowers and a basket of bath supplies. Your favorites, of course. You didn't hesitate to take them. You gave him a once over - that stupid apologetic half smile he wore dug into your heart. You rolled your eyes at him and turned, heading for the bathroom.

He made love to you that night. Long and slow. apologetic in every way. Sensual, caring and so good. When you woke the next morning, he was gone. Just a note left on your bedside table.

"Back before lunch" it promised. You sighed and threw it on the floor. The same frustration as before returning to you. The unsatisfied feeling of needing to fight - to get the rage out. To have him just yell at you already. To let the words you knew he wanted to say finally come out. “I can’t do this anymore.”

The nightmare of those words lingered throughout your slow morning. By lunch there was still no sign of Cassian.

So much for round two.

You picked at your dinner impatiently. The various fruits and meats on the table didn't appeal. Especially for such an early dinner. You were hoping to train but Rhys and Azriel weren’t back from their meeting yet, so you decided on a much too early feast for yourself. You couldnt bring yourself to have a bite though. You watched the snowdrifts billow outside the house of wind instead. They flurried down the mountains, shimmering like diamonds in the afternoon light. You could imagine how it sounded rushing down the steep peaks of the mountain. The soft tinkling sound they made when hitting your hair. Your wings flexed involuntarily.

Mor strode in with a small box in her hands. "Good morning." She chittered, placing the box on the table in front of you. "Whats this?" You asked, skimming a finger over the lid. "A gift." She began walking away without a look back.

"From?" the box seemed to hum with anticipation.

"Open it and find out." She called from the doorway. Your stomach suddenly spiked with nerves.

"For the one you lost. -Cas"

The one you lost?! The ignorant note made your blood boil. He was the one that had caused you to lose it. You didnt even want the damned gift if he was going to be such an asshole about it. But you couldn't ignore the beauty of the blade that lay before you. Among dark satin lining lay a gorgeous handmade dagger. Black stained metal with a simple leather hilt. Curved at the tip with deadly sharpness. You picked an apple from the table, and tested the knife.

It sliced through like butter, leaving no jagged edges over the skin of the fruit. You inspected the mark, noting the spot of red on the inside of the apple. Your heart dropped. "Shit."

You hadn't even felt the cut, the blade was so sharp. You wrapped your loose shirt around the wound on your finger and set the knife back in the box. The blood dripped on the dark lining. Staining the perfection of it.

You sparred with Azriel that evening, working off your frustration with Cassian. He went easy on you, noting the wrapping on your fingers. He didnt ask about it though. The session was more quiet than usual, even for Az. He stopped abruptly mid swing, letting you catch his torso with the training sword. Cassian landed behind you. He had his hands up in defense before you could even open your mouth.

"You smell like blood." You accused. "And mud."

"So do you." He gave Azriel a nod, and the shadowsinger excused himself. suspicion grated at your nerves. You set your jaw and put your sword away, ignoring the new blood spots blooming on the bandage. He squinted at it, you cut him off before he could say anything.

"Cassian..." You leveled a look at him.

He kept his composure, ripping those hazel eyes from your injury. "Dont worry about it. I got it handled."

"You’re half a day late and - wait….Got what handled?!" You squeaked. You disregarded his tardiness all together. The sheepish look on his face said all you needed to know.

You wanted to hear him admit it. That he went and finished the job without you. You needed to hear him admit it. You realised you were tense, waiting to fight. Your wings were tucked in protectively behind you, and your fists clenched at your sides ached.

"Dont-"

"If you say dont worry about it again I am going to throw you off this house." You ground out through your teeth.

He did not laugh, like you would have expected. He just looked away. On the back of his neck you noticed the thin scratches and the dirt that marred his tunic. Your eyes stung with tears. The betrayal hitting you like a ton of bricks. "I did, alright?" He said, voice low. "I took care of it."

"What the fuck, Cassian?!" You exploded, "The bath, the flowers what - so I would be less suspicious?" You recalled the night before, the slow tenderness of him. The

"What? No - I got that because I love-"

"Dont say its because you love me. You could have been killed. You lied to me." You could feel the blood pounding in your temples, fueling the rage that lashed out. Tears threatened to spill over.

"I didnt lie!" His voice echoed against the far wall of the training ring. "And you were almost killed too. I couldn't risk that again."

"It wasn't even close to that bad!" You shouted back, not caring how the birds quieted. Your rage matched his, possibly exceeded it at times. You knew that on previous experiences. You'd done a lot more than make nature quiver at the tones you brought.

"It was bad enough." He said with finality, his tone somber. He leaned against the weapons rack and tapped his toe against it anxiously. You stared him down, daring him to say more. Waiting to strike out against the next words you knew he wanted to say. What you knew he was thinking.

"You're not strong enough on your own."

You didn't need any more of his excuses. You didnt need to hear the words to know that he wanted to say them. You scoffed. It caught his attention.

"Where are you going?" He asked. A request, not a demand. You didn't oblige him. You just leapt off the side of the the wide cliffside and let your wings pull you up, high into the air. You kept soaring, pushing and pushing until your lungs hurt with the stinging of the air.

Az's cool shadows did not touch you when he landed. The rustling of the long grass around his pants was little more than a whisper.

"He sent you didnt he?" You wiped your cold nose on your sleeve and attempted to piece yourself together. Things with Cas had gotten just so difficult lately. You didnt know why. He was constantly just... hovering. It made you claustrophobic. You hadn't been forgiving about it either. He wasn't the only one to blame.

"He didn't..." Azriel stood beside you. You didnt feel his cold eyes that always seemed to pierce into you. You looked up at him to confirm your thoughts, and he was indeed looking over the grand lake you had parked yourself at. Among a valley of trees and violet flowers, the polished surface of the water seemed like a mirror.

"Then why are you here?" Your words were laced with the venom Cas had left you with.

He was quiet for only a moment, before calmly speaking again. "To make sure you're alright."

"I dont need anyone looking after me. I'm not a child." You spat bitterly. The sunset overhead darkened, slowly making its way down behind the mountains.

"I know. I came here for myself." His words held no double meaning. No doubt ringing through them. "I wanted to see you." He said simply. He didnt have the arrogant air of someone coming to the rescue. You appreciated that. It took a weight of your chest.

"Why?" You demanded more than asked. You really didnt care what your tone was like. He was the one offering to stay beside you.

He shrugged, and gestured to the large boulder you leaned against. "May I?" He asked. You shrugged back - weakly -, and he sat. You watched the sun disappear completely together. You through clouded, swollen eyes.

He said nothing, didn't even look at you besides when you choked out a sob. Then his leg was there, subtle and warm. You didn't feel a sting of pride when you leaned against the welcome comfort. He didn't complain when your tears soaked through his pants, or when your cried rocked his body as well.

#READER X CASSIAN #CASSIAN X READER #ACOTAR FIC #AZRIEL X READER #FIRE AND ICE #FIRE AND ICE FIC

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myonepiece · 3 years

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Hello author san! If you are taking requests can you make HCs for Sanji, Kid and Killer. Where the reader has unrequited Love for them. They don't notice the reader until she is gone trying to give up her love. Then they go for her again. Please make it a happy ending. Ignore if you dont wanna write though. Idk why but I truly love angst with happy ending.

Hello!! You’re the one who complements my writing all the time I love you!! Angst with a fluff ending is my favorite!

Also for anyone requesting please tell me if you want me to anonymously answer~

Enjoy!

Sanji, Kid, Killer headcanon- You are in love with him but he doesn’t notice or return the feeling until you are gone

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Warnings: angst

Sanji

•You couldn’t help it that you had fallen in love with someone like Sanji

•You thought he would be smart enough to notice your actions towards him and realize the reason behind them

•Your lingering eyes and touches, you would bring him the ingredients he needs while cooking, help wash the dishes, look for things he would like in the town stores

•But all he did was treat you the same as Nami and Robin when you wanted more, it was painful to pine after him so long and you knew that eventually it would be too much

•So you decided to ask him to dinner and see if he could finally figure out your true feelings

•Sadly, throughout the whole night he showed to signs of realization nor return of your feelings, and that night you knew you would have to stop before you end up hurting yourself or the crew

•You knew it would be painful, but you decided to distance yourself- you stopped helping with dishes unless he specifically asked you, you no longer went out of your way to buy him gifts, no more shared glances when Zoro or Luffy did something

•What you didn’t know, was that Sanji had noticed something missing, he felt somewhat alone and he pondered over it at night- only then did he begin to realize the difference in your actions towards him

•Could it be..? How could be so stupid?! He thought he had only felt towards you the same lecherous way he felt towards all other women- maybe it was because for once you had been the one pining after him- but he didn’t crave their attention or affection as much as yours

•With that he prepared you’d favorite treat and ran out to confess he felt the same feelings that you were trying to get rid of

•Hoping it wasn’t too late, he presented you with the gifts and explained that he had finally realized his feeling towards you, seeing as you were still skeptical, Sanji said you didn’t have to return your feelings right away but that he would win back your heart the right way

•A few days later, you had returned to your original affectionate attitude towards Sanji, and he couldn’t be happier now that he knew what it meant and what he meant to you

Kid

•You hated it, you hated the empty feeling in your heart after a day of attempting to court Kid to no victory. You hated that your heart had to belong to Eustass Kid. Yet you understood why it did- he was powerful, hot, tough, smart, and occasionally nice. He was the complete “bad boy” package

•You would bring him anything he need while he was working, he would even let you sit in the room sit in the room with him while he worked. You would buy his favorite beer, and grab any neat mechanical things you thought he would like

•You would just linger around him, but despite all of your rather obvious hints at your feelings, Kid remained oblivious

•The Kid pirates were celebrating in a bar one night, and you had come back from the bathroom. You looked around for Kid, but when you found him you wished you hadn’t. He was flirting with some girl at the bar, and your heart broke as you realized that maybe it was time you stop pining after someone who would never return your love

•You didn’t know what you had expected, but no more would you go out of your way for Kid. You stopped spending time with him and giving him your little thoughtful gifts.

•Even Kid knew something was missing, usually you were in his room annoying him at night, but now he was alone in the silence trying to figure out what happened. He missed your presence and the little things you picked up for him, he didn’t know what this feeling was- but he hated it

•The next few weeks, Kid spent trying to get you to spend time with him again, giving you missions or orders that placed you in his company. Kid thought it be too weak of him if he confessed to you only to have you reject him.

•He doubted you felt the same feelings for him that that he felt for you, and it took a very long talk with Killer for Kid to understand that you did in fact return the feelings, which is why you had spent so much time with him

•He was angry that you hadn’t just told him how you felt, but to be fair you didn’t know about his feeling for you and he deffinetly didn’t do anything to help

•He grabbed the latest thing he had been working on, a little music box Kid had been saving for your birthday. He ran right to your cabin on the ship and practically threw the music box into your hands as he yelled at you for being to scared to confess to him- then he proceeded with a confession of his own

•You said that you didn’t know how you felt about him now- to say that kind of broke Kid’s heart would be true. Kid said that he would court you this time, and treat you the way you deserve to be treated. It was an extremely soft confession for the usually rough captain, but it melted your heart.

•Killer’s attitude towards you was the opposite of what you expected a pirate to be, he was kind and gentle, he would cook for you and scold Kid when he was mean to you, so you had quickly fallen in love with the man

•It deffinetly wasn’t a smart idea, but you were too love sick to think rationally about it. You would help him in the kitchen, try to take lookout duty the same time as him, piggyback rides were common with you two, and on top of that you would constantly compliment him

•You thought Killer was a smart enough man to realize you felt something other than friendship for him. You were planning to finally confess to him when the Kid pirates were at the bar.

•You saw Killer behind Heat and went over to ask him to come outside, but as you passed Heat, your eyes fell on the woman Killer was talking to. The realization that Killer didn’t love you hit you like a ton of bricks and you felt the need to show him that you didn’t need his love, even thought he still didn’t know you loved him

•You ended all extra contact with him, only interacting when ordered to. No more lookouts with him, no more assisting him in the kitchen, no piggyback rides from him, nothing

•Killer immediately noticed you’d absence as you had become a large part of his day, not to mention his favorite part. It was during one of his night lookout shifts when he saw you down on the deck making your rounds, the moonlight dancing across you’d face, that Killer finally realized the weight on his heart and identified it as love.

•His immediate thoughts were that someone like you would never love someone like him, but as he remembered your old actions towards him, he began to suspect that just maybe, you had returned the feeling once. Afraid that it was too late he quickly ran down to you

•Killer explained what he felt, hoping with all his heart that you still held some of your feelings towards him. To his luck you still felt something other than friendship, but you were very skeptical. Killer promised to earn back your love the way you had earned his in the first place

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ramblinganthropologist · 3 years

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MER Week 5 - We are Family

Summary: Visiting family can be tough sometimes, especially when your job involves being the only fucking hope for humanity. Alistair’s never sure what to tell his sister when he sees her, but at least he’s got Bo to remind him he’s an idiot when he gets back. Don’t you just love family?

(ME 2 setting)

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“So… uh… how are things going?”

Ah, the question he had been dreading for the last hour had finally shown itself. Maybe this was a bad idea after all. Worst of all, his exit was cut off. No way out but through it…

Fuck.

Normally, Alistair Shepard didn’t mind going to see his sister Anora. After all, they had a lot of catching up to do what with 11 years of separation and all between them. However, they usually had his niece as a buffer. Kelly was great for that sort of thing, especially if she wanted to hear parent-approved stories. Unfortunately, her father had custody that weekend. So, it was just the two of them, sitting on the couch and making awkward small talk.

Did he mention it was awkward? Because it was so fucking awkward. Fuck, maybe he should’ve taken a preventative anxiety dose…

The Spectre took a tentative sip of his tea just to have something to do – gross. His sister liked this variety of tea bag that he just couldn’t stand, but she was trying. That was enough to make a good try of things as she watched him over her own cup. What she was thinking, he had no clue.

It was hard to read his sister. Maybe it was because he was so used to military types?

“I mean… it’s going?” He put the cup down. “We were on Illium before we got back to the Citadel.”

Yeah, he had been hunting down an assassin and a justiciar to add to his crew in order to survive killing a shit ton of Collectors. Thane was great – he lived in Life Support so he didn’t die before the Collectors killed them. He hadn’t even mentioned Samara and her centuries of baggage, that was the best part. Reflecting on that, he knew it wasn’t exactly something you told your older sister over really shitty tea. So, he kept mum on the details.

Most of his stories wound up like that. Was that bad?

“Illium… well, at least you’d be easy to spot among the asari with your hair and all.” Anora took a cautious sip. “Did you… need armor for that one?”

Need armor – that was their codeword they’d come up when he hadn’t been sure what to call what he did. Anora had a weak stomach, and he didn’t exactly want to drag up the gory details of his job. Though, was it technically a job at that point? They had literally brought him back from the dead for it – that was nearly a calling. More than that, he wasn’t really getting paid. Cerberus was in a weird gray area…

Either way, it was a useful code.

“Yeah. It got heated at points, but nobody died.” Well… nobody on his side anyway. There were plenty of dead mercs thanks to both his crew and his own two hands. This was something else he wouldn’t tell Anora, mostly to keep her mind at ease. Apparently, hearing your younger brother was really good at killing people tended to put people off.

Civilians, couldn’t live with them… kind of turned into a war crime if you accidentally shot them.

“Oh… that’s good. I know it…” she paused, frowning. “I know you’ve had it rough lately. I saw you on the news with your friend Garrus and it looked like half of his face was missing.”

Alistair took another sip of his nasty tea to give him time to think of how to best phrase his possible boyfriend taking a rocket to the fucking face after a goddamn siege. It wasn’t exactly polite dinner conversation as he made the mental edits.

“Yeah… kind of. The implants are healing, though. At least the mandible is still attached and all.”

Judging by the look his sister gave, that probably wasn’t the right answer.

“Omega is not a fun place.” Was his only justification as he took another sip. “I definitely don’t recommend the Terminus system for Kelly’s spring break.”

Another wince – he was just knocking it out of the park with today’s visit. Maybe he should just close his stupid mouth and drink his tea before he gave her a coronary…

Anora at least didn’t drop her cup. Concern was written all over her face though as she rolled it between her palms. There were probably a thousand thoughts running through her mind, and he just had to wait on the final decision. Lucky for him, he was good at waiting.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” A judicious answer. She sipped from her mug, face unreadable. “So… where are you going next?”

To hell in a fucking hand basket, or a least close enough when they managed to get through Omega-4. However, it wasn’t exactly something you shared over tea, especially with your older sister.

When he glanced away, Anora sighed. “Right… top secret Spectre business, then?”

“Something like that.” He frowned. What little good feeling between them was starting to wear down. Soon there would be nothing left but awkward questions and long pauses full of questions neither of them could answer. No doubt it would be time for him to go soon.

Lucky for him, his omni-tool started to beep. Someone was trying to communicate with him. Without thinking, he hit the button and his sister’s living room was soon filled with the sound of the Normandy’s cockpit. If he strained, he could hear EDI softly beeping in the background.

“Commander, you there? Sorry to break up the family visit, but we’re getting a message from Admiral Hackett. I think you’re going to want to hear this.”

Alistair could already feel his forehead throbbing at the thought. “I swear, he just bothered us…”

“Yeah, tried to mute him but you know how he does that thing to get it through anyway.” Joker was priming the Normandy for takeoff in the background. “You should probably get back to the Normandy in case we need to head out.”

Sweet relief.

“Yeah, I’ll be there in twenty. Knowing the admiral, we’re going to be in the ass end of nowhere, so start checking the relays.” He paused, sighing. “Thanks, Joker. See you soon.”

The call ended not long after. He finished his tea in one long swallow. Anora was watching him, impossible to read. She had long since abandoned her tea – it was growing cool on the table. Talk about a bad sign.

“Admiral Hackett contacts you directly?”

Alistair sighed a ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, I’m kind of his go-to for confidential stuff he doesn’t want to do. Call it first human Spectre privilege I guess.”

Anora didn’t exactly look impressed. “I’m guessing armor is going to be needed then.”

“Probably.” He sighed again. “I should go. They can’t exactly leave the Citadel without a CO on deck, can they?”

His cup clinked softly as he placed it back down on the table and stood. Anora stood as well and walked him to the front door. There they hovered, neither really saying anything, eyes not really meeting.

It always ended like that. It was why he preferred Kelly there to help soften things between them.

Her hand reached out – maybe to squeeze his shoulder – but it didn’t make contact. Instead, it fell back to her side, limp. It was hard to read the emotion in her face then, but then again it always was. When it came down to it, Anora was a bit of a brick wall he wound up hitting his head against.

“Well… be safe. I’ll see you when you’re back on the Citadel?”

He nodded, already planning his route back to the ship. “Yeah. Thanks for the tea. Tell Kelly I said hi.”

She nodded, and that was it. No hug goodbye, nothing more than an awkward wave as he walked down the path. Then the door shut, and it was back to work. Maybe he felt bad about the relief that he felt as he turned to leave, like a weight had just been lifted off his shoulders. The more he walked, the easier it was to forget.

He had to anyway – he had work to do.

“Wonder what the fuck Hackett wants this time…” Alistair grumbled to himself as he aimed for the port that would get him back to the docking bay he had left earlier that day. By the time he got there, the Normandy would be ready to leave. Within the hour, he’d be shooting towards the relay. Then – who knew. With Hackett, anything was possible.

“Seriously? He wants something AGAIN? Didn’t we risk our collective asses for him last week?”

Probably because he’d be lost in his thoughts, but Alistair realized he was standing in shadow. He glanced up, unsurprised to find red eyes and a bored expression. Without much thought, he shifted his pace. He needed to – otherwise he couldn’t keep up.

Bo had a bag of snacks in her arms that jingled as she walked. From the looks of things, Joker had paged her during a grocery run. Hopefully she had managed to get the citric acid he had asked for – he was starting to run low, and without it he’d just be eating sugar. That was a line even he wouldn’t cross.

It wasn’t a big line, but every man needed one.

“Yeah, I have no idea what. Joker couldn’t tell me; I was still with Anora.”

His adopted sister winced. “So, which one would you rather have faced: her or first contact?”

“I’d say I’d rather see a turian’s face pointing a gun at me.” He winced at his own bluntness. “Sorry… have to watch my tongue around her. You know she worries.”

Bo rolled her eyes at this as she handed him a smaller bag to carry. From the looks of things, there was a massive container of citric acid inside, buried next to a candy bar he was definitely going to destroy within a few hours of achieving FTL flight. It was nice to have someone who thought of him.

“You’re a fucking N7 level marine, I think she can figure out you’re winding up in some pretty fucked up shit.”

That was another wince on his part. “Yeah, but… I don’t exactly have to tell her how I stood in the line of sight for Garrus’ rifle, now do I?”

His answer got him quite the shove forward – it was a miracle he didn’t hit the ground face first as Bo continued on ahead, bag still jingling. “I’m pretty sure she knows you’re a dumbass with a martyr complex, don’t worry.”

Ah, someone was still sore about that. Well, excuse him for using his head…

Still, attempted face plant aside, Alistair had to admit he felt a lot more at ease as he and Bo continued their walk back towards the Normandy and their continuing fight against Admiral Hackett’s to-do list. Maybe he should have felt bad about that, but he had enough actual bad things to worry about. Something like this, he’d be happy to let slide for the moment. It could get him later, when he was in bed and couldn’t sleep.

“Gee, thanks. Love you too.”

Bo flipped him the bird as he caught up to her. “Can’t help I have a dumbass for a commanding officer brother, now can I?”

“He didn’t shoot…”

“You still got in the fucking way of a sniper rifle, you moron. The ghost of Alec Ryder is going to chew your ass out when you go to bed tonight, and I’m pretty sure that bastard’s still alive.”

The last thing he wanted was Alec Ryder, corporal or otherwise, near his ass. No thanks. That was enough to give him a lifetime of nightmares…

His adopted sister nudged him again as they got closer. “Next time just… don’t be a fucking hero. I don’t even know why I’m saying it, I know you will, and it’ll piss me off and then we start all over again.”

Despite the lecture, he chuckled. “I’ll do my best.”

“No, you won’t. You’re a fucking boy scout and it’s the worst.”

At least they had at last reached the Normandy. The yellow still needed painting over, but it was a sight for sore eyes nonetheless. Alistair was happy to hop aboard as decontamination hissed around him. It was humming to life beneath his feet, almost as if it was welcoming him back.

He loved this part.

“Commander Shepard and Commander Shepard have returned. Agent Miranda stands relieved.”

EDI’s robotic voice echoed as they stepped out of decontamination. Off to the side, Joker swiveled around in his chair to greet them. His grin only got wider as he spotted the bag hanging from Bo’s arm, almost reminding Alistair of a kid in a candy store.

“Did you get it?”

Bo snorted as he pulled out a smaller bag and handed it over. “You’re worse than Saren when it comes to snacks.”

“Hey, leave my hamster out of it. Saren is a gentleman.” Alistair still chuckled as he looked out at the Citadel dock from the Normandy’s front window. Soon, it would all be the blackness of space rushing out to meet them.

“Well, can’t be too bad if I’m getting compared to that.” Joker swiveled back around, already starting the procedure for takeoff. “Hackett’s message is ready when you are, Commander.”

Right… ugh. Just thinking about it gave Alistair a headache as he watched Bo head off to distribute her snacks. Still, it was a headache he could tolerate as he felt his mind shifting back to mission mode. At least here, he was in his element.

“Go ahead and play it. Might as well find out what ass end of nowhere we’re heading to…”

And just like that, it was business as usual. Admiral Hackett needed help, and the Normandy was the only ship he could get to do it. Soon, Alistair would be back in armor and ready to face whatever hell awaited them.

In a weird way, it was good to be home. But how fucked up is it that home was a fucking bootleg Alliance frigate hotwired by Cerberus?

#merweek2021 #Alistair Shepard #Bo Peep Shepard #ft his older sister Anora #If you get the joke with their names I have zero regrets

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jennygirl2014 · 3 years

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White~Part Three

Summary: You try to compose yourself while going through all of the old memories, both good and bad. You try to confront Mace about his disappearance and he exposes a ten year secret.

Warnings: adult themes, sexual content, mentions of loss of virginity, language

Luckily, the restroom was empty, and you were free to pace back and forth without looking like an idiot. The sound of your feet on the tile floor and your heavy breathing echoed in the chilly bathroom as you tried to shake your nerves out of your arms and fingers. This was ridiculous, beyond crazy and stupid. You were a psychologist for god’s sake. Dealing with emotions was literally your job, but it was always easier when it was someone else’s emotions and not your own.

“Come on.” You coached yourself as you quit pacing and leaned your weight on our arms on the counter top. “Come on, don’t do this.” You willed away the tears the best you could, but a few managed to slip down your cheeks regardless. “Shit. Come on.” You drew in a deep breath and tried to calibrate.

You felt like there was a different person inside of you that you had hidden for a long time, and she was starting to come out again. James had that power over you, even if you tried to deny it. Despite all of the teasing and bullying in school, you still got butterflies when he gave you a Valentine’s day card in class, noticing that yours was always different from anyone else’s. When he had grabbed your face and kissed you in middle school, you hit him because that’s what your friends would have done, but the truth was you went to bed that night with a giddy smile on your face. And when he had finally really and truly kissed you years later, it was the moment you had been praying for since that first terrible kiss in the hallway. When he made that stupid comment about bringing you to bed in high school, you were genuinely hurt, but you remember fantasizing about it regardless. You tolerated the torment he bestowed upon you, because you so badly wanted, and needed, his affection.

This was not just some man you used to be friends with back in the day, this was, as you were convinced, the love of your life. At least at the time. You used to sneak each other notes in school, silly little love letters that made you giggle and blush. You used to pour your teenage heart out onto a piece of paper daily over him. You used to lie to your parents and sneak out to see each other, knowing they disapproved of him for his gruff ways and lack of religious upbringing. He gave you your first kiss, your first orgasm, your first real heartbreak. A small twinge hit your chest as you started to recall certain memories.

That time you snuck out at night and met him at the lake, and he fingered you under the stars. God how you mewled and moaned, but he was so gentle with you, kissing you and leaving a mark on your neck you had to cover up with makeup to hide from your parents. You saw more stars than what was really in the sky that night. That time another guy in school was being mean to you and calling you a slut, and he punched the guy in the face, but he gladly took the detention to defend your honor. After your grandmother died, he snuck in through your window to sit with you through the night and hold you as you cried, but he was gone by morning to keep you both from getting in trouble. When you lost your innocence, how tender and sweet he had been with you, kissing the tears away and going slow to try and ease the pain, asking you if you were okay. It wasn’t at all like you had imagined it, it wasn’t anything like in the movies, but he cradled you after and told you he would always love you.

And then there were all the other times you had given yourself to him. In his truck, in his bed, in your bed, in the woods, at a friend’s house, each time it got better and better. He took the time to learn your body and how to make your feel good. That was what was so addicting about it. Every time you got to feel his hot skin against yours, he managed to make your toes curl a little harder, or make you squeal a little louder. He worshipped your body in a way that made you feel dirty going to church, but it also made you beam from the inside out every other moment outside of that building where you were supposed to have vowed yourself to God. How could you keep denying yourself that amazing feeling? That intimacy with him, when nothing else mattered but the two of you?

And then the hardest time of your life hit you like a ton of bricks. You were burdened with a secret, you and your family, and you needed James the most, to lean on, to turn to. But he was gone. He had been expelled from school after getting into a major fight with another boy, and he was shipped off to military school. He swore he would write you, but the letters never came. The phone never rang. Your parents told you it was for the best, but you cried, and cried, and you were broken into a million pieces over it. Of course, you had never told anyone that he had beaten the shit out of that other kid for trying to force himself onto you at a party. A party you were never supposed to even go to. You told your parents you got the bruises from gym class, but really, it was when he was trying to force your clothes off. You had somehow managed to fight him off of you, and you ran away crying, hearing his taunting and drunken words echoing in your head for days. “You’re a slut.” “Since you’re so willing to give it up…” “Come on little church girl, don’t be such a tease.” Your reputation had been sullied when a friend spilled that you had been having sex with James. You cried to him the next day, and while he didn’t tell you that he was going to beat the kid to a pulp, you had a feeling he was going to. The rumor was that it was either military school or jail.

For years, you wondered if some of the blame for his disappearance fell onto your shoulders. You were so mad for so long about not hearing from him, but was it your fault? Was it even worth discussing? You had buried those thoughts and worries long ago, but now they were back from the grave and gripping you by the throat. Was this a chance of closure? Was that what he was hoping for? Was that the purpose of this whole meeting?

You grabbed a paper towel and delicately dried the tears from your eyes, trying not to smudge your make up more than it already was. It was humiliating, crying in the bathroom over this man again. Hell, there was a ring on your finger, this was shameful. Your fiancé would have been beyond upset to know that you were spilling tears over an old lover who you lied about going to see. Everything about this was wrong, and it was time to end it. Once you were composed, you took some deep breaths to find your courage, and you finally left the bathroom and made your way back to the table. Your eyes stayed on the floor until you got closer to the table, rehearsing how to end the conversation and get out of there without making a scene. When your eyes finally left the floor and went to the table, you saw that the food was sitting on the table waiting for you, along with James who sat there with his food untouched and a serious look on his face.

“Look, James,” you tried to start without even taking a seat, but he cut you off.

“You’re about to leave, aren’t you?” he finally looked up at you, and the blue of his eyes swallowed you up. He was sad, maybe he was even scared.

“I…I don’t think this was a good idea.” You tried to be honest without hurting him any further. Why did it matter, though?

“Please just sit for another minute, let me explain.”

“I think you’ve explained enough.”

“No,” said sternly, “I haven’t.” and then he gestured to the spot in front of him, “Please.” You stood there and briefly considered his offer, and somehow, you ended up giving in. You cursed at yourself as you slipped into the booth again. James let out a big sigh and got comfortable in his seat. “I called you because there is no way I’m leaving this planet without fixing things between us.” His eyes hit you again, the urgency of his plans were now apparent. And there it was, proof that he was looking for closure, and it had you quiet. “I didn’t realize you were so hurt by…what happened between us,” he didn’t seem to know how to word what he wanted to say, “I know that your parents were very religious, and I get how that makes you feel guilty, but don’t forget, I was a virgin also.”

“A girl losing her virginity is very different from a boy losing his, let’s be honest.” You mentioned.

“I get that, that makes sense.” He nodded, “But, it’s still a big deal. I didn’t sleep with you to prove a point or hurt you, I did it because I thought we both wanted to, and I had feelings for you. Yeah, I was a teenager, and teenage guys usually want one thing, but I wanted more than that. You meant more to me than that.” He placed his hand on his chest, emphasizing his feelings. “And if you felt that way, why didn’t you say anything? Why did we keep doing it?”

You thought for a moment, wanting to give a good answer. You kept doing it for many reasons. “Because I thought you genuinely cared about me.” You drew in a deep breath and sighed, “And I genuinely cared about you. And… it felt good?” you answered with more of a question than a definitive statement. You shrugged a shoulder, feeling exposed and like you were trying to pry the feelings out of your chest. You had dealt with many clients who were emotionally choked up, and you were able to get them to open up, but here you were struggling. James’s lips curved up into a tiny, crooked grin.

“Yeah…we got pretty good at it.” There was a mischievous tone in his voice.

“I guess…also… because it was rebellious. I was sick of being that good little girl who always went to church and dressed properly and never put a toe out of line. There was a lot of pressure being the pastor’s daughter, and I guess I kind of cracked under that pressure. You were a bad boy, a tough guy…I liked that.”

The words spoken stayed heavy in the air between the two of you, and you both stayed silent for a moment, letting it all sink in.

“Do you remember what I used to call you?” he suddenly brought up an unexpected question. How could you forget?

“Angel.” You had to push the nickname past your lips.

“You really were.” He tilted his head. “I knew you were too good for me. I didn’t deserve you. But that’s what made me love you even more.”

Your heart sped up and you started to tingle. “You loved me?” you spoke as your mouth went dry.

“Of course, I did. I told you that.” He stated with confidence.

“Yeah but, we didn’t know what love was. We were kids.”

“You can choose to believe that if you want, but from what I knew about love, I knew I loved you.” And then he looked down at the food on the table, “I didn’t want to start eating while you were in the bathroom, but I’m sure the food is getting cold.” He changed the subject.

“Oh, sorry. You should have started without me.” You gave an automatic response, barely registering what he was talking about or the food that was cooling in front of you, you were still caught up on his previous statement.

There was a weight that suddenly dropped onto your shoulders, and it crushed the air right out of your lungs. You forced another deep breath into your lungs before slowly exhaling, and you noticed your hands were starting to shake. Why were you suddenly feeling so fragile? Your eyes landed back onto him as he cut into his steak, taking a cube of meat and placing it into his mouth and chewing, keeping his gaze down and on his dinner, but he looked like he was concentrating. You knew that furrow of his brow meant something, there was no way he could go from such a deep conversation to simply enjoying his meal, right? An unsettled feeling was shrouding the both of you from continuing, but you didn’t know if you wanted to be the one to push the envelope further. James popped a single fry into his mouth and then reached for his beer.

“Your food is going to be cold. Do you want it heated back up?” you knew right then and there that there was more on his mind then he was leading on. He took a long swig of his beer and you shook your head slightly.

“Why didn’t you call me?” you meant for it to come out so much louder than it did, but it was barely loud enough for him to hear. You wondered if you had to repeat yourself, but when his eyes shot up, you knew he had heard you. “Why didn’t you visit?” your eyes started to water up again, your voice was weak and stunted. “If you loved me then why did you leave me like that?” The words hurt coming out. There was panic in his face as you sat waiting for an answer, still shaking your head slightly.

“It’s complicated.”

“It was my fault you went away,” was your bottom lip starting to tremble?

“No, it wasn’t.” he quickly interrupted you, his eyes wide and shaking his head with more gusto than you were.

“You blamed me, didn’t you?” the thought was suddenly very clear in your head, just as clear as the day you realized he wasn’t coming back to you. The tears started to form again, against your will.

“No, no…” he dropped his fork and knife and reached out and grabbed your wrist, “Hey,” you stared him down, cutting him with your tearful gaze, “Hey…” he tried to stop you from your emotional spiraling, but your gut was already in knots and your chest was already burning with anxiety. “It wasn’t your fault. It was my own doing, okay? I was treading on thin ice even before I beat up that kid.”

“Then why didn’t you call?” you challenged him more, a single tear made its way down your cheek, and you weren’t sure which was angering you more, the conversation or the fact that you were crying again.

“I tried to!” his hand slid down on top of yours, but his other hand ran down his face in exasperation, he was getting tense. “I tried to visit you, but…!” he huffed as he placed his hand back up on his forehead, “I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t want to make the situation any worse.”

“What are you talking about? How could you have made the situation any worse?”

“Not with us,” his eyes turned to daggers, “With your dad.”

“My dad?” you cocked your head, spilling another tear. What was he talking about now? He had the most uneasy look on his face, and you saw his cheeks dimple as he clenched his jaw. You remembered that look. He was angry. “What about my dad?”

“Did you get any of my letters?” he paused, and you froze, “I must have sent you a dozen letters the first month I was gone.”

“What letters?” you whispered, a tear now slipping onto your lips.

His nostrils flared as he inhaled and exhaled slowly. “Y/N, I wrote you trying to explain everything, I even went AWOL and had my friend drive me back home one night so I could try and see you and talk to you.” His grip tightened on your hand, “But your dad wouldn’t let me see you.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out, not even a squeak or a single sound. There as an entire hive of angry bees swarming inside of your chest and you felt your body going hot from head to toe. Was there a key part to the story that you were missing?

Was all this heartache a misunderstanding? Were you not the only one with secrets in your family?

Next part here.

#chris evans fanfiction #sunshine the movie #james mace #james mace x reader #chris evans x reader

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ladybellissima · 1 year

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Katakuri Charlotte x Reader

Sweet sweet love

"(Y/N)… Are you really sure? This is really dangerous. They know that you belong to us.",Luffy asked frustrated.

Nodding while tears rolled down her face, (Y/N) bowed before them, which let them cry even more.

"I know but I have to try with my abilities, that I am allowed to stay. There is so much for me to learn there. A chance to get better. I won't be able to forget this place. Please understand and forgive me. I sadly leave your crew but you will always be in my heart.. Thank you so much… For everything. For taking me with you to support me in becoming the best patisser of the world. For helping me collecting rare receipts and all the fun we had in baking and testing…. ",she spoke and took her things to put it into a small boat. Luffy came to her side and hugged her tightly. Feeling his strong grip she gave him time to get used to her decision.

It wasn't an easy one.

Love…

How stupid…. How unfortunate and how unfair….

A desperate one sided love.

Everyone knew something was off after their whole cake adventure. They could feel that (Y/N) was suffering of leaving this island. Even if they had a hard time. The moment she was met with a world of sweets. It seemed too exciting to be reality. Her eyes sparkled of cacao island with the beautiful cafes made of sweets, producing sweets and selling sweets. The others could see that she had a hard time of collecting all those ideas she was met with. They didn't know that there was now another reason to stay at this sweet place.

"Luffy… I am so sorry.. I have to. This is my chance of working at a top patisserie…", she spoke and hugged everyone dearly.

"It's been a while… What is he doing? Fighting? Sailing?..", she whispered dreamingly while filling her doughnuts with the whipped cream.

The sound of the doorbell got her attention and let her stop in her tracks. Brushing her hands on her cooking apron she approached the counter to greet her customer. But it wasn't an ordinary customer. It was him. Katakuri Charlotte. His tall form looked down to her small one in silence. The air got heavy. Her body froze in the spot, while his look seemed to pierce her uneasy gaze. She didn't expect him to come here to her shop. She didn't expect him at all anywhere, because she heard how busy he was. Surprised she smiled up to his emotionless look.

"Hi. Nice to meet you. My name is (Y/N). Are you here for your mother's daily sweets?", she asked nervously. Katakuri watched her for awhile and nodded shortly.

"Yes."

"I have to go.", he spoke shortly and left immediately. Sighing she looked after him and realized how hard it really was to get to know him. After all she was just yeah (Y/N). Nothing extraordinary. Sighing she was aware of her non existent chance. On the other side Katakuri couldn't believe it. He heard the gossip from his brothers of a straw hat girl coming back to life here. Even got a special deal.

How could someone be so reckless??

"Just Katakuri is fine. Don't worry (Y/N)..", he spoke and felt his heart flutter of her shy and flustered gaze.

"Thank you Katakuri. Here these are for you.", she smiled up to him and showed him the sweet doughnuts. Taking the basket from her hands he gave her a surprised look.

"Luffy… You were right. I found my luck on this journey. Thank you"

Smiling brightly Katakuri looked after her. Sweet. Everything she did was sweet. And her doughnuts would sure taste as sweet as she was.

"Have a nice day. See you, (Y/N)"

Smiling brightly he touched the letters and couldn't wait to visit her Cafe again.

"my sweet (Y/N)….see you soon… "

#karakuricharlotte #one piece #fanfic #fanfiction #charlotte #romance

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thecandywrites · 3 years

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Jewel Of The North Part 11

Woo, this was so much fun. Karma begins to sink her teeth into Alorna and Doug. Meanwhile Noah and our dear reader Zara draw closer and closer. Que- Lady in Red.

Many thanks to @monstersandmaw for sharing ice orcs with me. I am having a blast. Enjoy.

Jewel Of The North

Part 11

The next morning, you accidentally slept in because you were up half the night getting some of the best sex of your life and reconciling with Noah and having the best heart to heart while you were fucking the other’s brains out and this morning you felt like you were running around like a chicken with your head cut off trying to get ready on time and Noah walked you to the spa himself and you weren’t five steps from it before you saw Alorna and Doug at the counter, getting last minute upgrades on their services and about to go into it and both you and Noah stopped dead in your tracks and gasped and squeezed the other’s hand tightly and you doing that made Alorna and Doug turn around to look and one look made them freeze and breathe in tightly and the looks on their faces were priceless as they looked like they both had been caught with their pants down as both you and Noah quickly got your phones out and got pictures of them, together for proof of where they were and why the couldn’t be found back on the mainland.

And seeing them, you and Noah looked at each other before looking back at them and started busting out laughing and pointing because the odds of the four of you meeting back up, let alone like this- was astronomical. So it was either by fate that you met or by the craziest coincidence. Yesterday you would have wanted to beat them both to a pulp. Today- though, you didn’t care. You had your family and a clean conscience and you knew they couldn’t boast of that last one and you knew Karma was about to bite them in the ass and you knew that justice was coming for them and for you.

“Oh my gods, you left John for Doug?” Noah asked his sister.

“What if I did?” Alorna shirked with a shrug.

“I mean you’re a stupid, faithless bitch either way and incase you missed it, I officially disown you. By the way, since you seem to have been ignoring your phone, I think you should know I got a text from your soon to be ex husband, telling me that you had skipped out of town on a cruise and he officially called all his credit cards that you have- in as stolen and cancelled your check card and kicked you off the checking account at the bank. And his lawyer is expediting your divorce and all your stuff is at the community center and that he changed the locks on the doors. But at least he left you your car.” Noah informed her as he pulled up his text from John on his phone and read it off to her.

“What?” Alorna blanched as she came over to look at his phone to read it herself.

“Even if that’s true, Sweetheart, you can move all your things in with me.” Doug offered Alorna which made her beam smugly at her brother.

“Thank you Baby, I knew I could depend on you.” Alorna practically sang as she sauntered back to him and kissed him sweetly as you just stood there and shook your head as you texted your picture to Summer and gave her the update as even more updates came pouring into your own phone.

“Well, if you’ll excuse me, I have an appointment I need to keep.” You excused yourself and went up to the desk to check in for your own appointment.

“What are you getting done?” Doug asked you curiously from down the counter.

“Nothing. It’s an interview and sales pitch to be an onboard LMT, I get the ultimate cruise experience and elite package in a King’s Suite for free just for about an hour or so of my time and any money I spend on this cruise, I write off as a business expense, both personally and from a business expense for all of my businesses. So while this cruise is free, I get to enjoy a twenty thousand dollar tax break for myself and for each of my businesses, which considering all four of them and counting myself, is a whole hundred thousand dollars. Not bad for an hour or two of my time eh?” You returned with a smugness of your own as Doug and Alorna’s jaw dropped in jealous disbelief.

“Enjoy your time at the spa.” You offered sweetly before you paused and turned to address them head on.

“Oh by the way, before you go, I should remind you- just in case you didn’t know, there is always legal backlash for defaming and maligning a priestess of Aura. Because my lawyers have already been in contact with every single elder in every clan up here and especially with every single elder on the councils and got so many statements of what you two said about me to them and already have more than enough evidence to sue you both and it doesn’t matter if and when which of you turns on the other or not, both of you will answer for what you’ve done. You should know that the last person to defame a priestess of Aura, was sued for a 150 million dollars in damages, and the out of court settlement ended up being 15 million. So you’ll be hearing from my lawyers when you do get home and currently you’re both in the process of getting warrants out for your arrest because defaming and threatening a public figure which all priestesses of Aura are, is an arrest-able offense in every country in the world and an expedite-able offense too. So enjoy jail. I doubt anyone but me will have pockets deep enough to bail you out and there’s no way in hell I would ever do that either. But I hope this little affair was worth it for you.” You offered, your tone sweet as honey but the gravitas of what you were saying hit them both like a ton of bricks Noah beamed the happiest, proudest smile.

“Yes! In your faces motherfuckers!” Noah cheered as he gave them both the bird.

“Baby, I’m gonna be sitting right over here until you get out.” Noah informed you happily as he pointed to a chair before he strutted over and settled into it.

“You’re lying. That’s the worst bluff I’ve ever heard.” Alorna scoffed at you.

“I guess we’ll see when you get off the ship, in any port you do get off at. You’ve fucked around, now you get to find out.” You smiled smugly back with a shrug.

“Ms. Kingsley?” Sharon- the spa’s manager called when she came out.

“That’s me.” You confirmed as you went over to her and shook her hand and went back with her into the spa for your interview.

“What if she wasn’t bluffing.” Doug murmured to Alorna before their own therapists came out to get them.

“She has to be, she’s just trying to get the last word and the last laugh and steal our fun. It’s not gonna work.” Alorna insisted but Doug wasn’t sure before they went back into the spa.

Noah happily texted his mom that you and him had fully reconciled and that he had told Alorna the ‘news’ of John’s divorce as his mother confirmed everything you had just told Doug and Alorna and that yesterday, shortly after you left, that she had gotten a call from a lawyer asking about the incident and that not only did she and Ukluk confirm the case, but so had Isla, Tonrar and everyone else involved and that the clan law was in the process of getting modified by each clan and that each clan was offering Zara a share of the tribal lands as recompense for believing the lies about her and were working on a formal apology and would be officially stripping Alorna and Doug of their clan standing and ties and that the police were involved and that there were indeed warrants out for their arrests and that cops were already contacting the cruise ship to let them know they were harboring wanted individuals.

Noah simply giggled gleefully as he got up and went to the closest bar and got a celebratory drink before settling back into his spot.

Finally, after all this time, and pain and heartache and damage, his sister and Doug had caused, they were getting what was coming to them. Karma was real and was gonna bite them in the ass soon enough. And the best part about it, is he didn’t have to lift a finger and neither did you. All he had to do was stand by you and do right by you from now on, which he was more than prepared to do. Never again would he waiver from you. Because while you had lost the battle the other night, you sure as hell were going to win the war and just because you weren’t physically fighting or combative, didn’t mean that you weren’t fighting back, you were just fighting back in the best way possible. You were going to hit where it would hurt them the most. And Noah for one would rather get the shit kicked out of him rather than be abandoned by his clan. So he was supremely grateful.

He pulled out your check that had been in his pocket, and turned it over to read the back one more time.

‘Dear Noah, please don’t think that I’m giving up. I’m not. I will never give up, not on you or on Sakura. And I will fight till my last breath for you both. I don’t want you to have to choose between your heritage, your culture and your birthright- and me. You deserve both. You both deserve everything you want. Love, happiness, honor, pride, heritage, roots and family. When you read this. I hope you’ll understand that as a priestess, there are rules I have to follow while in regalia. And I hope we find each other again soon. No matter what happens, I will always love you both- Sincerely, Zara.’

Even now, Noah wiped a stray happy tear from his eyes as he pressed the check to his heart. He had been a fool yesterday. A thankless bastard, a reprehensible asshole. But you redeemed him. Even when you shouldn’t have. And for that, he would always be grateful. And love you unconditionally and always treat you with the utmost care and respect. And treat your children as his own. Even if they both hated him at first. He would win them over by staying true to you and them. And he was always going to have your back and theirs and be the trustworthy rock you and they needed. He silently prayed to every god you both believed in and vowed this to them and when he had finished. A renewed sense of peace and happiness came and settled in him and renewed his spirit.

The interview process did take about an hour and a half. But you came out of the spa, happy and smiling and laughing with the spa’s day manager before you practically strut over to him.

“So? How’d it go?” He asked before you slid into his lap and drank the rest of his drink.

“It went great, they offered me a job but sadly I had to turn it down because I actually want to be around for my kids and possible new husband and can’t do that living on a ship full time.” You hinted.

“They have a jewelry store on this cruise ship right?” Noah asked. “I can get you a wedding ring right now.” He offered.

“Don’t you dare, the jewelry on this ship is cheap in quality and sky high in price. I would much rather have a traditional ring from the clans or bead in my hair or whatever. Besides, if you do get me a ring, it’ll live on this necklace or any other necklace you get for me because I can’t wear jewelry on my hands for work. But I would wear it on my off days and special occasions.” You answered.

“Besides. Call me old fashioned, but I want a traditional wedding with all the friends and family and all that and not some last minute thing on a cruise ship.” You urged him.

“Me too.” Noah simply grinned as he happily wrapped his arms around you and held you comfortably.

“So, let’s go get some brunch.” You urged him before you got off of him and offered him your hand to help him up which he gratefully took and once he was up to his full height he returned the glass to the bar and walked down to one of the restaurants on the ship with you comfortably under his arm.

“I will say this though, could we get you some nice dress clothes for dinner?” You asked as you walked down the hallway with your own arm around his waist.

“Sure.” Noah answered before you both gorged yourselves on a brunch then went shopping to get Noah a few things for the remaining nights of the cruise, including a black suit with a black dress shirt and black dress shoes with black socks with a few different ties and handkerchiefs that would match the dresses you brought so that you would match and so that Noah’s suit would be versatile.

“Aww, I see you found her.” Maggie said as you guys walked past the customer service desk together, both of you carrying several bags each.

“I did.” Noah grinned proudly.

“So- what did you forget?” She asked you curiously.

“His heart.” You answered truthfully.

“Awww!” She gushed. “Really?” She asked as she looked from the two of you.

“Yeah, we’ve been falling for each other since we first met each other, and it just took one good kick in the pants for me to come to my senses and come after her.” Noah revealed.

“What was your kick in the pants?” She pressed giddily.

“This.” Noah said as he showed her the back of the check before she and everyone else at customer service read it and started crying once you explained the whole story after putting your things on the counter so you wouldn’t have to keep holding them and it freed your hands up for your gestures.

“So, I actually won’t be needing my cabin. I’m rooming with her.” He nodded over to you.

“Well then I guess you need a refund for your suite don’t you? I mean you didn’t even really use the room at all, barely stepped your foot in it. So it doesn’t count, besides, we need the room for other guests anyway.” Maggie insisted before she got his room card and re-programed it so it would work for your room instead.

“And I got you some ship credit for whatever else your hearts desire while sailing with us for any “inconvenience”. Oh this is straight out of a movie I swear!” Maggie swooned happily as she typed on her computer before she printed out receipts and stuff for you both.

“Thank you so much for sharing. I ship you guys so hard. Here’s my email address, email me what happens, I want to know.” She insisted as she wrote down her personal email address to you.

“Definitely.” You grinned before you got your stuff and went back to your suite together and got ready for dinner at the cruise’s most fancy restaurant.

“Wow.” Noah breathed in awe before he wolf whistled at you from the comfort of the couch in the suite when he saw you walk out of the bathroom in a red dress that hugged your curves gorgeously and was sexy as sin. Your hair was done up, your makeup flawless, the red of your lipstick matching the shade and tone of the dress perfectly and your jewelry he could tell was older and most likely inherited from your late adopted grandparents.

“Thank you.” You thanked him bashfully as you struck a few seductive poses for him.

“That’s going to be real fun to take off.” Noah grinned as you could already see the beginnings of a hard on tent his pants.

“Yes it will. Later of course, not right now, we have a reservation to keep.” You urged him as you got on two different pairs of shoes.

“The red or the black?” You posed as you stood before him, switching from one foot to the other.

“They both look amazing, pick whichever one is more comfortable.” He urged you.

“They’re about the same. I’m going with red. Save the black for the little black dress.” You decided before you walked over to a chair and put the other red shoe on the other foot so now they matched before you found your shawl and put your things in a little clutch. “You ready?” You asked once you were all put together as you draped the shawl around your shoulders.

“Ready.” Noah said as he turned the TV off and got up from the couch and straightened himself up before he was by your side in just a few strides and happily escorted you to dinner and smiled so proudly when everyone you walked past seemed to stop and stare at you strutting past them. You could tell most of them wanted to say something, a few of the brave ones whistling lowly after you passed them but one look from Noah had them biting their tongue and looking away guiltily. While Noah looked perfectly dashing- he was an ice orc after all and therefore- not someone to mess with and Noah happily escorted you to the restaurant where you got seated at a table in the center of the restaurant where you happily shrugged your shawl off and laid your clutch next to you in the comfortable armchairs.

Noah wanted to pinch himself. Two weeks ago, he was bartering flights and airplane fuel and googling what he could make for dinner with only two or three ingredients and a handful of spices and he felt like he was treading water, barely keeping his head above water and begging his garden to ripen his produce faster so he could eat it and use it and he had been so grateful that Taylor had recommended him to you. You were one of the first clients to not haggle. He had given you a high price to start with, expecting to be haggled down. But you had accepted it and even sent him a deposit and that had set him straight and it was enough to ease the sinking feeling and gave him breathing room. And then the moment you walked into his life. Suddenly money was the last thing to matter to him. For the first time since childhood, money was not a major factor in anything. All that mattered was Sakura and you. Your safety, your wellbeing, your comfort, your happiness. And when you took to Sakura as easily and readily as you did, all he could do was thank the gods for answering his prayers for allowing the right woman into his life and Sakura’s life and for giving him the patience to wait for her. You were like a soothing balm to all the wounds losing Neena he and Sakura had sustained.

Neena, while she was traditional in most senses and was an excellent mother and careful with money and expenses and incredibly thrifty and resourceful because she had to be, she was easily contented and not demanding at all, however she wasn’t the greatest lover, or cook. She was very reserved. And not expressively passionate.

But you? Passion and heart, feeling and intuition was in everything you did. You were mild, gracious and generous when you wanted and needed to be but you didn’t let anyone walk all over you or take advantage of you and very protective. You were balanced between open yet discrete and an excellent judge of character. And you created such a safe, wonderful, nurturing, welcoming and relaxed environment wherever you were. And you were always, always- professional. You garnered respect wherever you went and whatever you did. And you were a goddess in both the bedroom and the kitchen and the perfect fit.

He felt guilty comparing you with Neena. It wasn’t fair to either of you. He had married Neena out of obligation, because Isla had arranged it since his youth and being married to her was a lesson in patience and persistence and learning to adjust to the other and learning to be a team. But to feel his heart and his soul and his mind light up brighter than the moon and the stars in the dark of night- when he met you, was something else entirely, it was an instant attraction rather than a growing to like, then love and working in tandem with you was second nature to him. You were an addiction for his soul. And he couldn’t believe he was lucky enough to have you in his life. And he was adamant, that he was never, ever going to be foolish enough to try let go- ever again.

Soon enough, he noticed that your table didn’t have the usual two waiters, your table- had four. And all of them were practically drooling over you. Noah was used to only having great service at home. They were treating both you and him like royalty and he sincerely doubted he would get this kind of service if he wasn’t with you. But he was going to enjoy it and suddenly the table was full of all kinds of complementary offerings. And with you flashing that smile and remembering each waiter by name and being sweeter than sugar and honey, they were all eating out of your hands. Even the chefs and sous chefs came out to see how you liked their offerings and happily sent you away with a handsome spread of other desserts to enjoy in the room since you were quite full just from all the appetizers and tapas and entrees whether they were on the menu or not.

On the way back to the room as both of you were carrying a few bags each, you passed Alorna and Doug who were leaving the casino and arguing bitterly with each other. Apparently they both had had some really bad luck in there and you and Noah simply snickered a laugh and shook your heads at their theatrics and drama.

Once you were in the room Noah was all too happy to peel your red dress off of you so you could take your corset off and groaned in relief once your body wasn’t being restricted anymore which got Noah to chuckle as he got his own suit off.

“Feel better?” Noah asked.

“Much.” You answered before you went to the bathroom to wash all your makeup off and once you reappeared you found Noah in a simple t-shirt and a pair of night shorts as you had donned your own pajamas.

“Dessert on the balcony?” You suggested.

“Sure.” Noah nodded as he grabbed the bags as you two went out the porch as you grabbed a blanket and snuggled into the double sunchair together as you two got to digging into dessert.

“So what are your hobbies?” You asked him curiously.

“Like what?” He asked you.

“Well, bedsides the flying, when it’s the off season, what do you like to do?” You asked as Noah took a big bite of cheesecake and thought it over as he chewed. “Besides the things you have to do to live up here, what are the things you look forward to doing in your off time?” You clarified before you took a bite yourself.

“Well I guess, just...making things and improving things. Two weeks ago, my winter plans were to rewire the parts of my plane I didn’t rewire last year. And the usual home improvements. Last winter I made Sakura a new dresser, so I’m kind of a jack of all trades.” Noah answered.

“Well then I think I have something that will interest you, it’s a workshop and it’s a decent sized outbuilding. When Andy and I were designing the house, he wanted to have a space to do his tinkering, to work on the vehicles, to do some maintenance and whatever else he needed or wanted to do. So even after he died, I went ahead and built the workshop that’s bigger than a shed but not quite a pole barn. It’s big enough to do small to medium sized projects in, comfortably. Thanks to my brothers and brothers in law and my dad I was able to score a lot of various equipment for super cheap from a lot of the old estate sales and barn sales and such. Like I have a lot of woodshop equipment, mechanic stuff, forge stuff, blade-smithing stuff, blacksmithing stuff and the like. And my dad and all the men in my family, whenever they come over, I can always find them out there, fiddling with stuff. Like it could be a proper man cave. All it would need is like a couch and a tv. Because it already has a mini fridge for soda and beer along with a bathroom and washing facilities. It is a separate space from the stables, and the hay barn.” You informed him as you pulled out your phone and showed him pictures of it before he took the phone and zoomed in on some of the equipment was shown as Noah’s lips were pursed into a silent ‘ooh’.

“Why do you have a hard on?” You teased as you noticed his half hard cock make an appearance in his shorts as you stroked your leg against it from half sitting in his lap.

“Cause I’m looking at one of my biggest fantasies brought to life, in my wildest dreams I never would have imagined anything like that and my head is almost spinning with all kinds of ideas of everything I could do with all of this. It’s almost too good to be true. I mean that’s a….” Noah chuckled as he looked at it all before he started listing off what he saw and what he knew about all of it as you just smiled brighter and prouder as relief and validation and vindication flooded your mind.

“Good.” You beamed.

“Why did you build it if Andy wasn’t alive to enjoy it and use it?” Noah asked you thoughtfully.

“Can you promise me not to freak out?” You posed.

“Yeah.” Noah answered as he gave you a curious look.

“Ok, so it was one of those- ‘build it and they will come’ kind of things. I had always planned in my head that if and when Andy would die, I would just up and move to the northern Great Lakes to be with the rest of my family. And then when Andy did die and we had already bought the property and were in the process of bulldozing the existing farm house and clearing brush and trees to make room for the house. I flirted with the idea of still cutting ties and just up and moving. But Olga surprised me by coming down to see me and she advised not making any rash decision with a broken heart and not to let my past ideas limit my current potential. And she had me bring her out there. And she ended up doing a peering right then and there, among the dirt and gravel. She told me to not change my plans of moving there, that my roots where I was- were already deep enough to sustain me and my family and if I uprooted myself and my family that I would damage them and me more than help them and myself. That I had the will, the means and the ability to build my dreams right there, from start to finish and that if I built it, they would come true. I just had to lay the foundations. To grow a garden, you ready the soil and then plant. I had already started to ready the soil. What I grew from there depended on how much soil I readied and what I planted. Both literally and figuratively. And that by the time my heart was ready, everything else would be ready too. And when she shared that with my family, they were all too happy to help in any way they could. When I had full control of all the funds from all of my inheritance from my adopted grandparents- I went back to the design firm and did a complete redesign and because I now had, literal millions to play with, I was able to design my dream house with all the flourishes and thoughtful touches and dreams and fantasies I had initially wanted but gave up because they didn’t fit the utilitarian point of view Andy had and I got to plan and execute it exactly how I wanted it. And even when there were little hiccups with the construction. I was ok with it. Because I wanted it to be perfect and it was. And then after it was built, and I was furnishing it and suddenly my dad, my father in law and my brother and brothers in law drug me to all these estate sales and barn sales and I got a ton of equipment for super cheap. And Olga told me that the right man would recognize what I have and know exactly how to use it best, not just in my self but with what I had. Which you just demonstrated for me, cause you knew what all of that was and I am willing to bet that you have at least a dozen ideas of what to do and how to use it all in your head.” You grinned proudly as you tapped the side of his head affectionately.

“Oh at least a hundred.” Noah admitted happily before he turned to kiss your fingers and your palm with equal affection.

“I look forward to seeing them.” You insisted as you snuggled further together.

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belphegor1982 · 4 years

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C and N for the brothers-in-law. Bonus points if it's Rick who's hurt and Jonathan who's doing the rescuing. :-)

[C: concussion] + [N: getting injured person out of situation]

All right! I went for the bonus points ;o)

And Not a Drop to Drink

The first thing Rick does when consciousness returns is gasp.

The second thing is deeply regret it as muddy water floods his mouth and throat.

The third thing is acknowledge the searing pain in his head that almost makes him pass right out.

It’s the faint but persistent nausea growing in the pit of his stomach on top of everything else that clues him in. Okay, so he got hit on the head and now concussion is setting in. Unless he drowns first, because that’s definitely an option too, apparently.

Somewhere at the back of his mind, his self-preservation instincts are screaming that he should be making fewer idle comments about dying and more attempts to, well, not die. That’s generally what you do when your vision is growing white at the edges from the lack of air. But the thing is, he’s had concussions before, and he’s jumped, fallen, or been pushed into deep waters before, but never both at the same time.

This is not good.

Just as one last spark of life runs from his brain to his toes and makes him try to kick his way up – no way he’s going to die in such a stupid way – he feels a hand grasp his hair. Then his jacket. Then – thankfully – his shoulder, under the armpit.

When Rick breaks the surface he spouts up what feels like half his volume in water, and he has no idea whether he’s expelling it from his lungs or emptying the contents of his stomach.

“That’s right, keep doing that, better out than in”, says a shaky voice right beside his ear. It takes him an embarrassingly long time to recognise his brother-in-law.

What the hell happened?

Rick’s brain doesn’t provide him with an answer right away and he decides it’s a question for another time. Preferably when his head isn’t swimming better than he is and he feels like he would sink like a stone if not for Jonathan’s grip on him.

He noticed early on that both Carnahan siblings do well in water, that time they had to bail out of the burning barge. Evy later told him her childhood included the occasional dip in the Nile and swimming lesson. As for Jonathan, the next time they found themselves having to swim for their lives again – it says something about their lives, Rick supposes, that he can open this sentence with ‘the next time’ – and Rick asked where he learned to swim, he said, “The benefits of a classical education, old boy. Rowed a bit when I was in Oxford. Did you know the Cherwell is beastly cold at seven in the morning?”

Turns out so is the Thames at eight in the evening. Especially in November. Rick’s teeth would probably be chattering if he wasn’t so damn beat.

Ah, well. Jonathan is doing enough chattering for them both anyway.

“– did a splendid job laying out the bounder – anyone ever told you that you could give Jack Petersen a run for his money? Too bad his rotten little friend had the nerve to bring a bat to a fistfight, I mean to say, that bat may have been cricket but the move was absolutely not. Then again, what can you expect from this lot – running about in those ridiculous black polo shirts and idolising foreign dictators, spewing garbage about people who’ve done nothing to—I say, Rick, are you still there?”

“Yeah,” Rick gargles somehow. He still hasn’t opened his eyes. But hey, at least he knows he’s not drowning, so that’s not all bad, right?

“Jolly good.”

Jonathan doesn’t say much after that. Either he talked himself breathless or it takes concentration to lug them both along and not be swept up by the current Rick can feel pulling at his legs. Damn. And people really swim in there!? Only mad dogs and Englishmen, like the song says.

Thankfully it doesn’t take them long before they wash up on the wharf. Good thing they drifted downstream a bit. Rick wouldn’t have liked his chances if the first thing they’d reached had been a seven-feet-tall quay, slippery as an eel.

When Rick finally feels solid ground he rolls onto his back and blinks his eyes open despite the headache. For a second it’s like nothing changes whether his eyelids are up or down. He experiences a short sharp stab of fear before realising that he’s just staring up at a cloudy London night sky. The Thames, when he raises his head a fraction, looks even darker, except for the winks of light where the crests of ripples catch the meagre light dripping from a lamppost somewhere behind them.

The bank underneath him feels cold and slimy and he doesn’t even need to look to know his clothes are coated with sludge. But it’s way better than the alternative.

Beside him, Jonathan is also sprawled on the ground, staring straight up. His chest is rising and falling quickly and deeply as he pants open-mouthed. He actually must be dead tired; nothing but sheer exhaustion can make him shut up, Rick thinks with something like the fond exasperation Evy gets in her voice when she talks about her brother, which was so foreign to him when he met the siblings.

“You all right?” he asks, and almost throws up. His tongue, his mouth, his throat taste like murky, brackish river water.

Jonathan’s head pivots a little. His stare shifts from the sky to Rick.

“Peachy, clearly,” he rasps. “But I should be the one to ask you, really, not the other way around. I’m not the one who got conked on the head and fell into the river. How’s the head?”

“I’ll be fine if we both use small words. What happened to cricket bat guy?”

“Damned if I know. I kicked him in the fork and jumped in after you while he was, er, otherwise occupied. He probably collected his colleague and their nasty little posters and buggered off after a while.”

Rick suppresses a laugh, which would be a really bad idea with a splitting headache and a stomach whose contents are sloshing back and forth like whisky in a tumbler. At a glance Jonathan looks like your garden-variety upper-class twit with more manners than sense, but that impression only goes skin-deep. He has no qualm whatsoever about playing dirty, especially if it means getting out of a scrape.

Or getting someone he actually cares about out of a scrape. This kind of little detail makes all the difference between him and guys like Beni Gabor, as Rick found out over the years.

“You know,” he says, still waiting for the headache to subside and the world to stop spinning – or at least slow down, “when you said you wanted to ‘go out for a drink’ I didn’t think you meant it like that.”

Jonathan snorts. “Well, I don’t. I prefer my drinks with a little more flavour and a little less sewage, thank you very much.” He lifts himself up on his elbows and sits up with a groan. “I might help myself to a whisky or two after this, though. For medicinal purposes. Lots of germs to kill.”

“Go ahead,” says Rick, who still hasn’t moved and doesn’t feel like moving – even though he probably should by now. “I’ll join you.”

“Oh, I don’t think so. You, my good son, are going straight to the hospital. I wasn’t exactly looking at my watch but I know you blacked out for longer than is wise.”

“I’ve had worse.”

“I know that. But that doesn’t mean you get to go home to lick your wounds like a cantankerous bear.”

Both the inflections and the words themselves are so familiar it doesn’t take long for Rick to dredge the memory from the chaos that is his mind. That’s what Evy said last time he got banged up. Which – fair point, even if it kinda feels like cheating.

Most of the time Evy and Jonathan are so different that it’s easy to forget they’re siblings. But every now and then they’ll have the same piercing squint, the same crooked grin, the same quirky turn of phrase, and the similarities hit you like a ton of bricks.

That he doesn’t feel up to arguing more than this tells Rick that a detour to a hospital is probably a good idea. He’s had his fair share of knocks on the head in his life, but there are delicate things in brains that don’t like being disturbed. Judging by the queasy rocking of his stomach, like he’s on a rolling ship instead of slumped on the ground, some things have been disturbed that shouldn’t have been.

He slowly – very slowly – half-rolls on his side and sits up. Then has to stop for a bit. Yeah, his brain definitely shouldn’t feel like it’s leaking out his ears. Even the poor light from the gas lampposts in the distance is loud.

Man, I hate concussions.

“Smaller words, please,” Rick mutters, fighting the urge to rub his eyes. When he opens them – again – he meets Jonathan’s and nods. Slowly.

“All right. But I phone Evy first.”

“St Bart’s has a phone, I can do that from there. Besides, opening with ‘Rick punched a fascist and fell into the Thames’ has a lot more entertainment value for me than ‘Good news, I’m still alive! Bad news, my car is now wrapped around a lamppost because the bloke I play poker with on Thursdays doesn’t like to lose’—”

“Jonathan?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you.”

Jonathan throws him a startled look. For a second the fear that made his voice shake while they were treading water – plus delayed reaction, Rick thinks – shows in his eyes, plain as day. He looks drained, his face white underneath the mud dripping from his hair and into his eyes, and he’s shivering about as badly as Rick is. But then his shoulders slump a little and he gives a small smile.

“You’re welcome. You pulled me out of the soup so many times, I couldn’t not try to pull you out of the drink. Next time you’re picking a fight with those blighters in the black shirts I might bring a bat myself, though.”

“I didn’t pick a fight with them,” Rick points out. Jonathan’s deadpan look as he slowly pulls him to his feet makes him say, “I didn’t! I just laughed at their stupid poster. Didn’t even throw a punch until that guy started ranting about the Jews.”

“I know. I might have taken the opportunity to stuff the rest of the wretched posters into their bucket of glue while they were distracted.”

Rick snorts and immediately regrets it. Some of what he’s feeling must be showing on his face, because Jonathan throws one of his arms over his own shoulder and doesn’t start walking until Rick is certain he’s not going to hurl and looks it. When Rick’s eyelids start to droop he slows down again.

“Don’t fall asleep on me now, old boy.”

“I’m not,” Rick mutters. “Just resting my eyes.” It’s not even a lie. They just passed a lamppost, and while the light looked dim from the edge of the river, the pool of gaslight they walked in stabbed his brain through his eyes.

Sleep is tempting, though, which is why he muses out loud, “Wait, what was that about your car and poker? At that time you said that was an accident!”

Jonathan winces. “So I did. Not one of my finer moments, I’m afraid. It’s rather a long story.”

“Well, we got time. Unless you’re planning to dump me in a taxi and go for that drink.”

“Exactly who do you take me for? All right, so that was around the time I used to patronise a nice little club in Covent Garden…”

Rick ends up paying for the taxi to the hospital, but the story is entertaining enough to stay awake for, even though, he suspects, the storyteller is glossing over certain details to make himself look good… ish. Jonathan’s grip on him is warm, and if it’s shaking a little he shows no sign of letting go. Which is a good thing, because while Rick used to be pretty good at winning bar brawls ten years ago in Cairo and be in good enough shape to limp home afterwards, he’d be in trouble right now if it was just him. Oh, he’d survive. But he wouldn’t necessarily enjoy it.

“Rick? Still awake?”

“Yeah,” Rick mumbles, and does his best to look like it. “Keep going.”

As lousy as he feels, he’s actually looking forward to the end of the story, and – much, much later, probably – a drink to celebrate punching fascists and not ending up a part of the Thames riverbed.

All in all, he really has had worse evenings.

___________

The title is in reference to Samuel Coleridge’s The Rime of the Ancient Mariner:

Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink.

It’s not really important, but this story is set in November 1934. British Fascists/Nazis were a thing: look up Oswald Mosley (who created the British Union of Fascists) and the Battle of Cable Street.

Jack Petersen was a British heavyweight champion in the early 1930s.

Re. Rick saying “taxi” rather than “cab” – I know, I know, Americans use “cab” where the British generally use “taxi”. But Rick hasn’t lived in the US for almost two decades at this point, so I stand by the word :D

I’ll be reblogging this shortly with the link to the story on AO3!

#the mummy #the mummy series #Rick O'Connell #Jonathan Carnahan #fanfiction #my stuff #ask reply #tinydooms

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Ok so, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, but I’m kinda feeling self-conscious, so if you could write a scenario for Todoroki, with a crush who thinks he likes Momo, because of all the rumours and ships, and so she just keeps her distance because she thinks she isn’t good enough? Maybe you could have someone bring up the ship in class so Todoroki notices her reaction, whatever you want! (please... a fluffy ending... don’t break me) Thank you for being so nice! Love, your shy fan 💜

[Prompt Requests: OPEN.]

[Oh, I love this! I love Shoto so much <3 He is a precious little bean. I hope you enjoy!]

Shoto Todoroki was a rather quiet and observant person. He tended to notice things that others would more than likely be oblivious to, like the nervous ticks you had for example. He had noticed you on the first day of class, for some reason you stood out to him. Given, he thought nothing of it at first. But as time went on and he kept finding himself drawn to you, he began to take note of the nervous little habits you had.

Like how you would brush the invisible dirt off your school uniform when you were feeling left out or had nothing left to say. The way you would bite your lip when you were lost in your own thoughts and the way you'd drum your fingers against the table whenever you were doing homework. But lately, he had noticed your change of behavior. The way you would tense up whenever you heard his name and the angry expression you’d carry whenever Momo was mentioned. At first, he didn’t connect the dots until he heard some of the rumors himself.

He wondered why such things caused you to act this way and he had tried to confront you but it was clear you wanted to keep your distance and he was beginning to get annoyed. Despite everything, you were someone who had caught his interest and once that happened, there was very little anyone or anything could do to change his mind. But now, he was beginning to get desperate and he rarely asked others for help. So that left him to come up with a plan of his own and he was going to put it into action soon.

You knew you were being silly, this whole thing was stupid but you couldn’t help the way you felt. You had liked Shoto for the longest time, whenever you saw him your heart skipped a beat and your cheeks grew hot. But those rumors had been getting to you. The thought of Shoto being with anyone else made you furious and the rumors of him liking Momo, they hurt more than you wanted to admit. Yet it was because of those rumors you couldn’t even stand to be near Shoto anymore.

Why bother when you couldn’t have him? You knew it was partly your fault for not telling him how you felt and yet part of you almost felt intimidated. Momo was a beautiful woman and she had a useful quirk. Unlike you. Maybe it was best to just let Shoto go, push down your feelings until you become a Pro. But you knew that was unrealistic. Especially when you were reminded of him everywhere, even in class.

You had a feeling today was going to be bad, as usual, you walked into the classroom with your head down. Shoto had gotten up from his desk, attempting to talk to you but once again you brushed him off and took your seat. “Did you hear about Momo?” your eyes widened and so the talk began. You curled your hands into your lap. Fingernails digging into your palms as you were forced to listen.

“No, what about her?” “Well, she was caught with Todoroki last night!” “No way really!? I heard they kissed, they must really like each other.” you couldn’t help the growl that came from your throat, your jaw clenching as they continued. “I know they make such a perfect couple! Don’t you agree?” your head snapped up and your hand slammed against your desk. The sound of which echoed through the classroom, you turned your attention to the group of girls that didn’t seem to want to shut up.

“Will you be quiet!?” you snapped, your teeth grinding against each other and though you didn’t care to notice, all heads turned in your direction. “What’s your problem?” one of the girls asked and you scoffed in response. “J-Just shut up! I don’t want to hear …” your lip quivered and your hands curled into fists. “I don’t want to hear stupid rumors, especially about Momo and Shoto.” the last words were muttered and you quickly turned your head away.

Trying to hide the fact that tears were forming in your eyes and your heart was racing despite the heavy feeling that weighed it down. You collapsed back into your desk, still feeling the eyes of your fellow classmates on you, and that included Shoto’s. “Hm.” he brought a finger to his lips, tapping away. The pieces seemed to finally click and he knew he needed to confront you now, there was no more room left for waiting.

You were happy when class ended, mostly because it meant you didn’t have to listen to those stupid rumors for a moment. However, as you tried to rise from your desk. Denki walked over to you with a note. “Hm?” you looked to him before taking the note, “What’s this?” you asked and he shrugged. “Don’t know, I was just asked to give it to you.” the boy explained before leaving with Kirishima and Bakugo.

You looked confused, how could he not know? You unfolded the note carefully and read what was written across it in neat handwriting. ‘Meet me in class 1217.’ you blinked, “Class 1217?” you knew that was one of the classrooms that usually remained empty during school hours and part of you wondered who wanted to meet with you. But you quickly narrowed it down to someone in your classroom and despite the uneasy feeling in your stomach.

You arrived at the empty classroom, a little concerned that the lights were on. “Hello?” you cautiously entered the room, looking around. Where was the person that wanted to meet you? A moment later you heard the door slide open and it scared you. Turning on your feet, your body tensed up before you saw who it was. Your eyes widened at the sight of him, so calm and collected as he shut the door behind him.

“S-Shoto?” you swallowed as you watched those eyes glance at you, “Mmhm,” he replied and took a step towards you. “Forgive me, I did not want to meet like this. However, I found myself without a choice. I was desperate to talk to you.” your eyes widened, he was desperate to talk to you? No, that couldn’t be true. You wanted to believe it was. But, you shook your head. “Why talk to me when you can talk to Momo? I heard you kissed her last night,” you said in a quiet voice.

Shoto frowned, “You believe those rumors?” he shrugged his shoulders, “I suppose that makes sense, I saw how you reacted in class and I’ve noticed that you’ve been avoiding me.” he said as he took another step closer, “Yeah ...well …” you reached to rub the back of your head. “I thought it would be best for you to know, that I’ve also noticed how you’ve been staring at me and the way your cheeks flush when you are around me.” you felt yourself freeze, he noticed that?

“I ...I …” you tried to respond but a gasp left your mouth when you felt his hands on your shoulders and your heart accelerated as you looked at him. “I can only assume that means you have feelings for me and I wanted to let you know that those rumors aren’t true. Momo is a wonderful friend, but nothing more.” it felt like a ton of bricks hit you at once, “B-But ...she’s so beautiful and talented. Her quirk is amazing and I ...I’m not good enough for you.” at least that’s what you thought.

You lowered your head, covering your face with your hands. You knew that was stupid, feeling like you weren’t good enough for someone. Even if you knew that those rumors weren’t true, that didn’t lessen the feeling and you hadn’t expected Shoto to realize how you felt. “I don’t believe that’s true.” another gasp escaped you when Shoto reached down to grab your hands, gently pulling them away from your face. Noticing that your cheeks were dusted pink and somehow it made him smile.

You noticed how warm his hands were and despite feeling shy, you slowly lift your head to look at him. He was still smiling and squeezed your hands. “I believe there is value in everyone and you should not compare yourself to others, I find that you are beautiful in your own way and you have always caught my attention because of that. I believe that’s part of the reason it hurt to see how much of a distance you created between us.” you groaned, glancing away.

“Shoto I ...I know that was wrong to do and I’m sorr-” you looked back only to have your words lost as Shoto pressed his lips against yours. A weak feeling came to your knees and you reached up, curling your hands into his shirt to keep your balance. Your head was spinning, however, you didn’t have a chance to return the kiss as Shoto began to lean away. “If I liked Momo, I wouldn’t have done that,” he said as he dropped his hands from your shoulders.

Your face felt hotter than Shoto’s flames thanks to that kiss and you struggled to find your words. “I ...w-why did you do that?” you questioned as you glanced away. Shoto tilted his head, almost as if he didn't understand the question. But he pulled you in for a hug which surprised you as you found yourself pressed up against his chest. His hands were gently massaging your back causing you to shiver and you could feel the weight of his chin resting on top of your head.

“I know those rumors hurt you, so perhaps we could start some rumors of our own,” he said as he reached down to grab your hand. "Our own?" you questioned, your heart pounding in your chest as you tilted your head up which caused him to move. He smirked as he looked down at you, finding your confused expression adorable.

"Yes, perhaps if you hold my hand. They'll see who I am truly attracted to and who I truly want. In case you need me to clarify, that is you. Not Momo and not anyone those rumors could depict." he said before linking your fingers together and though you were still in shock. You followed him, blushing as you awaited what rumors would spread now.

#Anonymous #todoroki x reader #shoto x reader #bnha reader insert #bnha requests

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