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writingmysanity · 6 months

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Did I miss it?

Pairing: Zoro x reader

Word count: 1600

TW: drinking, reader is tipsy for sure.

A/N: Happy Birthday, Lissie!! Okay, lets try this again. My computer crashed half way through what I was writing and I lost… everything. I know I asked you a tough question the other day, and you answered lol much to your own pain – so here you go. I truly hope you enjoy. Thank you so much for being my friend and enabling me in my deranged thoughts in our messages. You're such a kind soul, and such a good mum.

I hope you’re spending your free time re-watching the video from Taz and resting. Perhaps thirsting. @stray-kaz

A/N continued: this is the first time i am writing for Zoro, I am pretty sure he is ooc here. i claim being out of practice.

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Despite how the shouts and cheers of your crew mates seem to linger around you, their laughter resting in the gusts of wind, the night is quiet. Their words are whisked away without thought or care into the night, seeming to echo back from the depths of the bay as nothing more than whispers. Obsidian waves lap at the hull of the ship, rocking the ship slowly to the tune of what your mother called the whiskey lullaby.

Taking a deep breath, you melt into the side of the ship, sinking to your knees to rest against the railing, still cradling your own glass to your chest. Moonlight washes over the deck, casting the whole of everything you can see with a blue-ish hue. The sight never ceases to amaze you, a gentle smile resting on your lips as you take in your crew, littered about the open space in various rather uncomfortable positions that make you laugh.

If you were a little less drunk, you would move to try and help them shift into at least more comfortable positions. But as things stand currently, you find you are unable to stand properly when the ship and your vision continue to move. Slowly, you shift to face out towards the water, slotting your legs through the railings to allow them to dangle, resting your head against the wood with a sigh.

Celebrations aren’t uncommon for the straw hats, and you have come to even enjoy their rambunctious energy since you joined the ragtag group of pirates. You are certainly still learning to accept their willingness to celebrate you, they certainly have made you feel as part of their family, safe and accepted,but something is missing.

A certain head of moss colored hair.

Not two weeks prior, Luffy had sent his first mate off on a special retrieval mission. Zoro had been nervous to leave, knowing he wouldn’t be able to be there for his crew, but also the certainty that he wouldn’t be able to be there for you.

Normally, he would have already crowded you away in the crows nest or back in the kitchen hiding behind the island, finishing off the last of the liquor with you, his attention solely on you. Those dark eyes locked on your form beside him as he listened to you drunkenly ramble about whatever seemed to have caught your fancy that night. The thought of not getting to celebrate with him weighing heavier on your heart than you expected it to.

You have long since stopped trying to deny your feelings for the swordsman, and though unspoken, you know he feels the same – though neither of you have tried to push it further.

Sitting in silence, you let the rush of the waters below over take your senses, the distant push and pull dancing beneath your feet coupled with the distant cry of a sea bird lifting from the oceans surface. So engrossed in your thoughts and the siren call of the sea, you don’t hear the steps rushing up the plank of wood connecting the ship to the harbor, nor the gentle bumps of the body stumbling up onto the deck as they make their way to you. You don’t hear any of it, until his voice startles you from your reverie, the depths of your thoughts lingering on him more than you would ever admit to anyone else.

“Did I miss it?” his voice is slow, measured as you yank yourself around with a gasp, nearly throwing your glass at him in surprise. At this, he chuckles, slowly moving to kneel before you, careful of his swords and your hold on the cup as he tugs it from your hand.

“Zo…” he nods slowly, gaze softening in a way that you've learned is meant only for you. “You startled me.” you confess, the drunken tilt to your words making him frown slightly. You're out here, drunk, and the only one awake.

“I noticed,” he states calmly as he slides closer, sitting beside you, relaxing at the near awestruck look painting your face, eyes wide and glassy with emotions you've yet to speak on, lips parted. “I’m sorry I’m late.” he starts again. “Did I miss it?”

“I thought you weren’t meant to be back until next week,” you stumble out, reaching for him, completely ignoring his question. Or not hearing it. Chuckling, again, he lets you tug him closer, one hand resting on his arm, the other taking the opposite hand.

“I took larger steps,” he half jokes, running his thumb over your knuckles with a gentleness no one else would believe he is capable of, your laughter earning one of his rare smiles. “Now, please answer me this time, pretty girl.” he asks slowly, catching your attention as he rests his free hand on your cheek. Nodding slowly, your eyes lock with his, immediately lost in the depths of the blackened seas washing in his gaze.

“Did I miss it?” he asks again, gently emphasizing each word. At this, you frown slightly, looking up to the moon, as if trying to discern the time. Between your addled brain, and your excitement at seeing him again so soon, you shrug with a crooked grin that leaves him dizzy.

“I don’t know,” you state honestly. “we can say no,” you offer, eyes softening as you match his gaze again, able to see that this means something to him. Sighing in relief, his shoulders sag a bit before he moves away from you, earning a soft whine. His shoulders shake at the sound, eyeing you amused.

“patience, princess,” he chides, pulling a box from the bag at his side, setting it in your lap. Its not big, it can fit in the palm of your hand, but it is expertly wrapped, a beautiful bow resting on top. Frowning, you lift it to your face, shaking it.

“What is it?” you hum, tilting your head at it. He huffs a bit, amused. He has never dealt with you when drunk, at least, not without the both of you being drunk together.

“Open it and find out,” his normal measured voice laced with an amusement he would deny later. Beaming up at him, you nod, tugging the bow lightly, watching it fall away with ease before tugging at the corner of the beautiful silver paper that gleams in the moonlight. Inside is a small box. There is nothing too special about it, a simple smooth brown box. Humming in curiosity, you tug it open, peeking in as if something would jump out before the top fumbles off completely. Inside is a thin silver chain.

Frowning, you tug it up, watching in awe as the charm swings to the end.

At first, all you're able to discern is that the charm is a silver circle. Clumsily, you grab at it, wanting to look closer, oblivious to zoro’s anxious shifting beside you. On one side, there is a compass etched into it, careful practiced lines marking each direction with a small brilliant emerald resting in the center. You stare at it for a moment before realizing you can feel the same raised edges on the other side.

Flipping it slowly, your eyebrows furrow as you try to read it, scrawled in perfect cursive.

Lets get lost together

head whipping to him, your eyes are wide, gaping at him. He shifts slightly, moving away from the railing now, eyes flitting between you and the necklace.

“Do.. do you like it?” his voice is quiet, all of his insecurities and internal doubts swarming him as you sit there, staring. After a minute of tense silence, he shakes his head, jaw tense as he moves to stand. “I knew it was a bad idea” he sighs, moving to take the offending item from your grasp, but you refuse to let go.

“you mean it?” your voice almost whisked away by the wind its so soft. This is as close to a confession as hes ever gotten other than a drunken “I like your face” or one of his pet names you’ve come to adore. He pauses again, uncertainty resting clear in his eyes as he nods slowly.

“Yeah,” his voice is quiet, watching as your demeanor switches from quiet and contemplative to bright and excited – the brilliance he finds himself melting for. Quickly, you turn, scootching the best you can, drunk and sitting, to turn your back to him while holding the necklace up impatiently.

“Put it on me,” you nearly demand before pausing, looking at him pleadingly over your shoulder. “Please.” shaking his head at your antics, he takes it from your hand gently, slowly shifting to his knees to raise it over your head and around your neck from behind. Once its clasped, he tugs it loose, allowing it to rest over your shirt, his touch lingering on your neck as he leans down slowly to whisper in your ear, the sensation making you shiver.

“Happy birthday, Princess.”

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happy birthday, my friend. It was super quick, but I really hope you enjoy it or at least get a chuckle out of it. I hope your day is the best.

#roronoa zoro #one piece zoro #zoro x reader #zoro #one piece #one piece live action #opla #one piece netflix #opla!zoro x reader #opla!zoro

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xoxoavenger · 1 year

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Soulmates

pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

summary: Y/N hasn’t met her soulmate; she knows because she can’t see color. It doesn’t stop her from wondering how Mando is supposed to meet his when he can’t lock eyes with anyone. (aka you can’t see color until you lock eyes with your soulmate)

word count: 2531

warnings: so much fluff except for S2 finale stuff

notes: happy birthday to pedro!! i thought this would be a nice birthday treat :)

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Y/N wasn't used to the weather on this cold planet. She wanted to go back to Tatooine, no matter how dry it was. She would deal with the peeling skin if it meant her back would stop aching from shaking in the cold. Her teeth chattered against each other, and she cursed Din for not having a central heating system.

Not that it would help with the massive hole in the wall that wasn't being covered very well by the tarp Din had thrown up quickly.

"We're not getting out of here tonight." Din said, watching Y/N hug her legs to her body tightly. Her head was buried in her thighs, and he could tell she was shaking. It was quiet in the hull, save the kid making funny sounds and banging his hands on things as he crawled around. She tried to keep the jealous thoughts out of her mind when she heard the frog-lady clasp her eggs close. She had been far more fortunate than most of the galaxy, traveling far and wide and meeting thousands of people - but never her soulmate. "Okay," Y/N whispered, teeth gritted so that the Mandalorian couldn't hear her chattering.

It didn't work very well.

"Go lay on the cot." Din nodded his head toward the small closet like resting area, even though Y/N wasn't looking. If she was honest with herself, she knew part of her just couldn't deal with the bleak grays that painted her vision right now. It would only make her feel self conscious for thinking about the fact that Din had never met his soulmate, and he probably never would with his Creed. She wasn't sure how it worked out for him, if he had to guess or if he thought he was just destined to be alone.

The thought made her heart break. Their unspoken connection, the fact that they shared the bed now instead of the off and on switch they did when Mando first took Y/N on the crew. She had never seen him take his helmet off, but she'd seen him in just his pants when that quarry had gone crazy with the blaster, catching him a couple times. She'd had to use the cauterizer to patch him up on his back, pretending not to notice the shudders of Din's shoulders when her hand brushed against his muscular back for a better angle.

"What?" She looked up, one of the blankets slipping down slightly at the movement. She had been so lost in thought she forgot what Din had said in the first place. Her lower back was aching from the shaking, but she couldn't stop herself.

"I'll go start fixing up the ship." He grunted as he pushed himself up.

"I thought you said-" She started, but Din cut her off.

"I can tell you're in pain." He said, watching her lips part and show off the shaking. "Get in the bed." He helped her up and guided her over to the closet-room, helping put the mountain of blankets on her. While she moved around to get comfortable, Din grabbed the Child to put in him in the hammock. His eyes caught on her still shaking form, and before he realized what he was doing he was taking off the beskar on his wrists and unwrapping the cape from his neck. He pulled back the blankets laying on Y/N's shivering form and put the cloak underneath all the blankets, knowing it was the warmest layer. He then closed the small door and walked back out into the cold.

She tried to force herself to sleep, hoping that she would somehow work up a sweat while being asleep and wake up warmer. She was lost in her thoughts as the door slid open, causing her to jump and pull the blankets close as she sat up to see the Mandalorian staring at her from the main hull of the Crest.

"You're l-letting the h-heat out!" She chattered, trying to keep the fact that she was shaking away from Din.

"I could hear you shaking from the cockpit." He told her, and maybe if it wasn't so knifing cold, her cheeks would heat up.

"You're l-lying." She accused, eyes widening as he put an unarmored knee onto the bed, leaning more into the small room.

"I don't lie." He told her, putting a warm hand on the exposed part of her shoulder. She jumped and turned to see Din free of all his armor except his helmet. "I'm going to need to be close to you so we can share body heat."

"Your helmet is literally freezing." Was the only thing she could say, heart racing at the thought of actually cuddling with Din. She couldn't stop herself from thinking about the ice that was beginning to fuse to his helmet, however, and she knew that neither of them would be warm if he didn't take it off.

"I'm going to bend the rules." He muttered, switching off the light and drenching them into darkness. She couldn't see anything, but after a moment she heard the hiss of his helmet and then the clink of it being set down.

It seemed like the unspoken thing was multiplied by ten in the dark room.

"What are you doing?" She whispered, squeezing her eyes closed and keeping her head turned away from him. He slid into the bed behind her, grabbing the blankets and pulling her close.

"Keeping you warm." He said, and she felt hot at the sound of his unmodulated voice.

"I thought you couldn't take your helmet off." She said, because she couldn't think of anything else to say.

"You're not shivering anymore." Din changed the subject, wrapping his arms loosely around her. She grabbed them, pulling him close to let him know that she was okay with this.

"Looks like your methods work." She whispered, letting him entwine his fingers with hers. Everything about this situation felt immensely intimate, had her heart racing with adrenaline.

"They usually do." He muttered softly, pulling her as close as he could, so close she could feel his breath against her neck. When they had slept in the same bed in the past, he always had his helmet on. The only time he didn't was when he ate, locking himself in the cockpit. This was new, and she still wasn't sure if this was against the rules.

She closed her eyes, finally warm enough to sleep, and tried not to think about it.

"I'll go with Mayfield." Y/N said, pausing the argument for a moment. Everyone looked at her, and for the first time she was glad she couldn't see Mando's expression; she was sure he was looking at her as if she was crazy.

"No, you will not." Din said, and Y/N raised her eyebrows.

"I'm not on any lists or whatever. I'm the only one here who won't set off any alarms." She told him.

"Not the only one." Mando told her, but she just looked at him incredulously.

"Oh, because they won't notice a Mandalorian coming onto their base." She turned, looking at the Empire vehicles slowly trucking along.

"You're not going without me." He told her, causing her to role her eyes at his over-protectiveness. She knew it was because he was hard on himself for leaving Grogu - he felt like he should have never left him alone, that it was his fault that Grogu was taken.

"They're never going to let the Mandalorian in." Y/N says annoyed.

"I'm not going as a Mandalorian." He said, watching everyone else looking at him confused.

"Unless your Creed has changed recently, you're not getting in with that helmet." Mayfield told Din, who just shrugged

"I'm going in," He said. "But I'm not showing my face." Y/N just frowned as she was confused.

"Then Y/N can't go. There's only two guards in each vehicle." Fennec said, but Y/N smirked.

"I have an idea," She said as her eyes widened. She turned toward Mando. "But you're not going to like it."

"You were right." Din said as he helped her out of the huge truck. He had taken down all the enemies without his weapons or armor, which was impressive.

"About?" She asked as she smiled up at him. She was trying to act like she wasn't looking for his eyes, the same way she always did. Except now, she was worried the dark panels weren't dark enough to block out his face.

"I hate this plan." He said, a hand on her lower back as he lead her through the Imperial base, nodding at the Troopers who were thanking him and Mayfield.

"Why do you think I didn't tell you until after we were on our way?" Y/N was wearing a borrowed dress from someone in the village, playing the part of a 'pleasure girl' - it was obvious why Din was pissed that she had come up with a plan of making herself a prostitute.

"We're almost done anyway." Y/N told him, feeling his hand curl around her waist and hold on tight when a couple of helmets didn't turn away quickly enough for his liking.

"It's right there. I'll be in and out." Mayfield said, walking into the small break area but walking right back out.

"What do you think you're doing?" Y/N asked, eyes wide as she realized Mayfield wasn't going to get the data for them. She needed to find Grogu, if not for herself, then for Din.

"I can't go in there. My commanding officer is in there." He explained, causing Y/N to be even more confused.

"So?" Din asked, sounding as annoyed as Y/N did.

"If he recognizes me, we're never getting out of here anyway. It's over, we're done." Mayfield said, but Y/N shook her head.

"Give it to me." She held out her hand, but Mando shook his head.

"If you go in there looking like that, it'll be even more suspicious. I'll do it." He turned to Mayfield, who was looking at him in shock.

"You have to show your face, Mando. To make sure you're not a droid." Mayfield informed them, but Din just held his hand out.

"Give me the stick." Y/N's heart raced as Din grabbed the stick from Mayfield, marching into the room and going straight to the machine in the corner.

"He's gonna cause a scene." Mayfield said, knowing an alarm would go off when the machine scanned a helmet and not a real face.

"He'll do something." Y/N told Mayfield, knowing that he was right. They watched as Din eventually did set off an alarm, and Y/N's heart raced. "Come on," She whispered, knowing that one move from Din and she would help him take out everyone in the room.

But then Din was taking off his helmet.

Y/N saw dark hair before she turned, seeing Mayfield lean around her to look at Din. Y/N slapped him, watching him look annoyed as he cradled his cheek.

"What are you thinking?" She whisper-screamed, annoyed that Din was in there breaking his Creed for Grogu when Mayfield couldn't even handle going in there himself.

"Come on," Mayfield grabbed her as they walked into the room.

"What are you doing?" She asked, eyes widening when she realized that Mayfield was dragging her into the the room.

"Just follow my lead." He whispered, Din pointedly not looking at Y/N as Mayfield spoke to the officer.

The whole time Din's helmet was off, Y/N made sure she wasn't looking at him. She was silent as she leaned against him - playing her role as a whore - as Mayfield talked about his brown eyes - so now she knew his eyes were brown, and that Mayfield had seen his soulmate. She still didn't look at his face, into his eyes, keeping her head down.

Y/N only made sure to pay attention to the signal to shoot, and in no time they took out everyone in room.

"You did what you had to do. I never saw your face." Mayfield said as he handed Din his helmet, eyes cast down.

"I actually never saw it." Y/N chuckled awkwardly, still not looking as Din slipped the helmet on and they began fighting more.

When they got back to Boba Fett's ship - sans Mayfield - Y/N couldn't look at Mando, even though he had his armor back on. She knew he wasn't looking at her either, but as soon as Fennec and Cara walked out of earshot he was speaking.

"You don't have to be here anymore." He said, his voice straight forward and even-toned. "The ship is gone, so your job is done." Y/N had forgotten that Mando had hired her as a mechanic, since the recent problems with the Razor Crest were problems she couldn't fix on her own with the few tools she had.

"I'm not leaving until we get the kid back." She said, head snapping up to be surprised that his helmet was pointed toward her. He was silent for a moment until he finally sighed.

"I know he meant a lot to you." He said, and Y/N nodded.

"He meant more to you. You meant a lot to him." She smiled comfortingly as she said it, but it was clear Din was having a moment.

"You didn't look at my face?" He asked after a while more of silence, and Y/N answered immediately.

"No. I saw your hair when you took off the helmet, but I turned before I could see anything else. And when I went in there, I made sure not to." She smiled, hoping this was making Mando feel better. "I only know your eyes are brown because Mayfield made that joke." She scoffed with a tight smile.

Mando didn't respond, and it was a strained ride back.

"He doesn't want to go." Din said, not wanting to let Grogu go. He'd had to say goodbye before when he thought the kid was going to go with Ahsoka, and he'd just saved the kid. He didn't want to give up Grogu.

"He wants permission." The Jedi said and Y/N felt tears well up in her eyes. She also didn't want to lose Grogu. She could barely hear what the Jedi was saying before she watched Din take off his helmet.

Y/N was staring at Din's hair once more, watching him say goodbye to Grogu. They all watched as the Jedi took Grogu with him, but Y/N's eyes ventured back to Din's helmetless head. She didn't have the chance to look away when he turned toward her, their eyes locking.

For a moment, nothing happened. Y/N's heart had just begun to sink when color erupted from Din's eyes and began spreading to everything, making her lightheaded. Everything was bright, and she didn't hesitate to run into Din's arms.

"It's okay." She whispered, hands running through his hair. He squeezed her tightly, his armor bruising her. She didn't care, however. She had her love in her arms.

Din was crying into her shoulder, not caring about the people around her who were watching.

"You're okay, Din." She told him, kissing his cheek and tasting the salt of his tears. "We'll be okay."

tags: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 @roxaya

#din x reader #din djarin x reader #din djarin #the mandalorian #the mandalorian imagine #the mandalorian x reader #mando x reader #star wars

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axcel-lucci · 7 months

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Happy birthday, my love.

Trafalgar Law x male!reader

A/n: it has some weird smut because it's 11:38 pm when I made this.

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"Of course captain wouldn't want to celebrate his birthday... he thinks birthdays are... exaggerated" Shachi huffed while explaining that to the crew

"So... what, are we just gonna keep silent for the whole day?" (Y/n) questions, he is the crew's scribe.

Him and the emo captain have gotten along since day one, which was a plus since they have to work closely together to keep the needed documents updated and organized nicely.

So it was honestly a rumour that those two were dating, they are actually not. They would consider themselves "platonic".

But for the crew, it doesn't seem that way for the said emo captain.

The way he looks at him, the way he acts around him, even the tone and the way he speaks to him is different than the rest.

It's obvious that he likes (y/n), but it seems like it wasn't obvious to the man since he isn't catching.

Actually, he did. But he just brushed it off as him over exaggerating it and thinking it was a friendly tone.

The crew had enough of said "charade" and never ending "gazes from a far", "sexual tension", as well as some "awkward glances at each other" everytime.

So since it was the captain's birthday... the crew wanted to give him a gift.

And (y/n) was an accessory.

"Huh? Me??" (Y/n) grumbled as he wrote down some notes that were needed to proceed to the next island, "what the hell do I do? Distract him while you guys prepare for a surprise party? Shachi already said it himself, captain wouldn't want a celebration."

"When we meant 'accessory'... we actually meant..." penguin muttered as (y/n) slowly lifts his head to glare at penguin and the crew

"Go on..."

"Uh-..." penguin sweats rather harshly

"Look... we just want to give captain one gift, (y/n), ONE GIFT!" Ikkaku said, "so please help us...!"

"Ugh..." he groaned, "fine. As long as you count my contributions."

"Everyone has their own contribution!" Shachi grinned brightly

"What gift...?" Bepo asked, "I wasn't informed!"

"Don't worry Bepo, your part is the most crucial part because you'll be the one delivering the gift to captain!" Klione smiled as the bear brightened up and nodded

(Y/n) just sighed as he placed down his glasses, "what do you want me to do?"

"Here." Shachi said, handing him some juice, "because it'll be a long one..."

He rolled his eyes before drinking the juice and listening to their ridiculous plan of buying what they think the captain would like and stuff them into a big box with his favourite colours as wrapping and ribbon.

While they spoke, (y/n) could feel himself start weaken a bit, head spinning, and the vision started to get blurry.

And until he knew it, he was already knocked out

"Sorry we had to drug you (y/n)!" Ikkaku cried, "please forgive us when you wake up!"

"If he can walk after what we'll do." Shachi muttered, as a shiver ran up his back

"Eh? What'll we do?" Bepo asks innocently

"Don't worry Bepo, everything will be alright" Klione said

"Okay..."

Later...

"Here." Ikkaku smiled as she viewed her hardwork.

A big box with all the contents wrapped inside in black and yellow wrapping paper with it's matching black ribbon

"Carry it over to captain carefully, okay? It's kinda heavy so be careful, oh! And tell him to enjoy his gift as we'll be out tonight." Shachi advised the bear.

"Huh? Where are we going?" The bear asks as he lifts the box, "oh wow... this IS heavy..."

"Yep!" Penguin chuckled, "now as soon as you tell him your goodbyes, let's all go out for drinks, we also kinda booked a hotel so that captain can enjoy his gifts in peace."

"Hm...? Why would-"

"We actually gave captain a lot of Sora, warrior of the seas comic" Klione whispered to Bepo as the bear gasped.

Law would always want eace when reading, even comics.

The bear soon nodded with excitement, "no wonder it's heavy! Alrighty, I'll join you on the deck as soon as I deliver this."

The crew nods as Bepo left with the box

"Really sorry, (y/n)..." Jean bart said

"I hope captain gives you mercy..." the rest of the crew muttered.

...

Bepo knocked on the door of Law's bedroom door as Law himself opened it with an annoyed look.

He was slightly annoyed nobody even greeted him "happy birthday" but he kinda wished this upon himself.

"Happy birthday captain!" The bear said happily, "this is a gift for you, the crew made it and we all contributed to it!"

Law sighed with a chuckle, "oh? I see... tell everyone thanks"

"Oh, and captain... Shachi said that we'll be out drinking tonight and we booked a hotel so you'd enjoy your gift in peace" the bear informs as he placed the box gently inside his room

"Oh? How... considerate..." he grumbled before Bepo excused himself.

"Goodnight captain, I hope you enjoy your gift!" Bepo said before leaving in such a happy mood

"What do they mean by that...?" He muttered, before shaking his head, closing the door and locking it as he always does.

Law soon walked up to the big box and pulled on the big ribbon that held it together, removing the lid, he almost died of nosebleed when he saw (y/n) passed out inside.

(Y/n) himself was partly naked other than what seemed to be a man's lingerie that weekly covered his body, tied up by shibari ropes, and inside were also some... "toys" for them to play with.

He was also blindfolded and a gag in his mouth.

Law gulped thickly before reaching inside and pulling him out.

(Y/n) started to wake up only to realize he was bound by xsomething in a dark surrounding and mouth covered with a... ball?

"Calm down..." Law's sexy voice calmed him, wait, law?!

"Mmhf-!"

"Shh..." law hummed as he could feel himself start to grow and his pants a little tighter than he remembers, "I've got you..."

He placed the man down on the bed before removing the blindfold in his eyes.

(Y/n) basically scanned everything and only noticed he was in nothing but lingerie when the cold air of his room bit his skin, as well as Law looking at him like he was some meal he wanted to devour.

"Looks like the crew played you good" Law smirked mischievously

"Mmh- mhf!"

"Let you go, you say? Ahh... but it is my birthday... shouldn't I enjoy my gift?" Law basically grinned at him with a smug look

(Y/n) scoffed as he tried to break free only for Law to get out of bed and back to the box to retrieve doem things and return while he was busy getting out of the ropes.

"Come now... be a good little boy and listen to daddy" Law chuckled when he saw (y/n) swallow thickly.

He lifted his tied up legs against his chest and bit his lower lip when he noticed how the lingerie had a hole around the ass area.

"My, my... the crew certainly knows my taste..." he chuckled as he kept the legs in the air just long enough for him to coat his fingers in lube and rub the younger man's hole deliciously.

It made (y/n) jolt with pleasure as the cold liquid, matched with Law's warm fingers, was now abusing his back hole by rubbing it and even entering a finger inside only to pop them back out. He let out a whine unexpectedly and throw his head back as the captain continued to toy with the now wet hole.

"Hey now... I don't want you coming. Alright?" He smirked as he placed his legs back down before grabbing the underwear part of the lingerie and basically ripping it off the scribe's body making the wearer gasp, "oh look... you're awake."

Law now played with (y/n)'s hard dick, pumping it, licking the precum off, and squeezing it until law was holding what seemed to be a small metal wand

"I think you can scream but thanks to the gag, it'll be muffled. Only I can hear." He smirked as he brought the small wand down to his dick and swirling the said metal rod around before the tip, that was slightly pointed, pressed against the slit of his already hard dick.

He tried to tell him not to do it but he pretended not to see and continues to pushing the rod inside the slit making him moan against the gag and throwing his head back as well as his eyes rolling to the back of his head in a weird pleasurable feeling.

The rod had small bumps embedded into it so he felt that as well until the rod was fully inside, his dick tried to leak precum but was stopped by the wand. It was twitching and he couldn't control it.

"Mmhh... what a pleasing noise..." law smirked as he lifted his legs up again and slowly pressed the tip of what felt like... wet rubber. And it was cold, giving (y/n) a shiver.

"This dildo is oddly shaped... but I'm sure you'll be able to handle it." Law smirked as he gasped when he felt the sudden push of said toy inside.

It wa indeed oddly shaped, giving more pleasure than anything.

He moaned against the gag until Law paused to take the gag off and continue pushing the toy inside until it was all the way in to the base.

(Y/n) panted heavily with saliva while gazing at the ceiling.

The immense pleasure makes him want to cum but he can't die to the rod stopping it from coming out.

"C-captain please... let me cum..." he moaned with stammered moans.

"What about... no." Law laughed, "you don't know how long I've been waiting for this moment and I am not letting this go."

And with that, Law continued to play with his hole, in different ways than one.

What? The box had all the toys Law wanted to try on (y/n), why not use it?

And after all those, he saved the best for last.

The rope was long gone as (y/n) clutched the bed under him, his chest against the mattress and a pillow keeping his already tired hips up, much to his own dismay since it was giving Law full view of what he had done to abuse the scribe.

"T-this..." (y/n) swallowed before moaning, "daddy... please." He cried.

It honestly gave Law the feeling of pride as he saw him cleanch around the big vibrator inside.

"Mmhh... look at how big your hole is..." he muttered while smirked and slowly pulling the toy out, "but don't worry... last toy."

"D-daddy pretty please...!" (Y/n) begged as he gasped as the pop sound when he pulled the toy out entirely.

"What was that? I don't hear ya." Law chuckled as he pushed the anal beads inside at once making (y/n) gasped and cry out loudly.

"D-daddy... please... let me-- ah-~" (y/n) cut himself off when he pulled on the string and one bead came out.

"Don't worry, I'll remove it... later." Law mused as he watched, and heard, (y/n) cry out from everytime he pulls a bead out until it was all out, "should I use a condom or just lube...?"

"D-daddy..."

"Alright. No condom" he grinned as he removed the rod from inside the scribe's body in one swift pull making him cry loudly and instantly cum out loads.

"Oh my... so much." Law brought a hand up and started to lick his hand clean of his mess while (y/n) watched in sick fascination until he was finished, "I did such a number on your hole" he smirked once he parted his cheeks to see the clenching hole.

"You did that...!" He whined making the other laugh out loud before snapping his hips against him, making his whole length go inside without warning and the scribe to moan out like a cow.

Law continued to thrust ever so strongly against the younger one's ass as the other moaned like a cow in heat.

"How does it feel? Talk to me."

"L-law...! Ah- please...!"

"Don't worry, I'm close." He smirked before finally releasing his hot and heavy load inside.

"Law...!" He moaned before slowly resting against the bed, heavily panting.

Law remained stuffed inside as he pushed the toys off the bed and laying down, still inside the younger man and pulling him close.

"Best birthday ever..." law muttered before kissing (y/n) deeply

"Law... you're still-"

"I know, I know... just... stay like this, I'll pull out later" he smiled, "but I'm serious... best birthday every"

(Y/n) could only muster a small huff, "happy birthday, my love..." he muttered before passing out to sleep

Law smiled softly and kissed her shoulder, "I love you too..."

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amaretigris · 7 months

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Could you do a one-shot where the reader gets kidnapped by pirates and Eric goes and recuses her to bring her to safety. It’s your choice if you want to add smut after that situation happens but if you don’t and just want to keep one-shot that just has fluff i’m fine with that as well.

Hello! Thanks for this ask. I am happy to do these for you guys, I only ask that you respect the basic etiquette of making requests. I do these in my free time, which I will soon be short on, so please keep in mind that they are requests and basic manners still apply. Not directing this at you specifically, I just want to avoid any future crass asks. :)

Anyway, I hope you enjoy! 1.3k words

Everything

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Sailing back to the kingdom to see your Prince, the salty sea air whistled through your hair. You couldn’t help but get excited at the thought of holding him close again. You had taken a short voyage to your homeland to visit relatives that you hadn’t seen in far too long. You weren’t originally from Eric’s kingdom, but your parents made the move there when you were small. You had held only images in your brain of your home island all these years, no solid memories. It was nice to revisit the place and see what it was like as an adult. Having just had your 18th birthday, Eric surprised you with the idea of the voyage. He ordered his fastest ship and his best crew to escort you there and back safely. He wished that he could accompany you, but there were too many things that required his immediate attention at home.

Sighing out of contentment, you let your thoughts wander. How did you get so lucky to have a handsome prince like Eric fall in love with you? You still weren’t used to the idea after about a year of being with him. He didn’t care that you weren’t royalty, seeing as how he couldn’t stand royalty himself. Eric could escape with you and feel normal for once in his life. That’s all he ever wanted. A crashing sound startled you from your thoughts as you involuntarily jumped. Turning from the bow of the ship to investigate, a bottle smashed across your head. Blacking out, only patches of light came in and out of your vision. You thought you were being carried somewhere, from the little sense that you could make of the situation before you slipped into complete unconsciousness.

Your head was pounding. That’s the first thing you felt as you stirred awake. Creasing your brow and lifting your hand to your head, your arm stopped short of it. Something was rubbing against your skin. Blinking your eyes open, you looked down to see a rope tied around your waist and encompassing your arms. You sucked in a sharp breath as the reality of your situation hit you like a freight train. Frantically looking around the room, you saw that you were being held on the lower deck of a ship. Not Eric’s ship though. You didn’t recognize this one. You turned your head from side to side to try to look behind you. It looked like you were tied to a wooden deck beam. You started hyperventilating. This was bad. Really bad. Trying to take calming breaths, you heard a door wrench open behind you. You didn’t move a muscle as you waited for the approaching person to walk into your line of sight.

The man carried an odor with him; the pungent smell of body odor and alcohol mixed assaulted your nostrils. Not your favorite scent if you had to pick one. You examined the man’s back as he stopped a few feet in front of you. He had scraggly black hair and wore a captain’s hat. Shit. Pirates.

Your anxiety was multiplying by the second. You refused to speak first, fixing him with a stony glare as he turned around. As one dark brown eye met yours, you swallowed the lump in your throat. The sudden, chaotic sound of laughter made you jump again. Showing his few remaining yellow teeth, the pirate laughed hysterically at the sight of the frightened young woman in front of him. What a prick.

Settling his laughter down into a cheeky grin, the man finally spoke.

“Sorry for the inconvenience, Miss. It seems that there’s a prince waiting for you to arrive back at his castle. Seems to be a good trading chip to me. This has nothing to do with you, really. You’re just collateral damage. But you’ll feel better knowin’ that your life is worth your weight in gold. Or, ‘f nothin’ else, we’ll see if the prince really fancies you, aye?”

Winking at you with his one uncovered eye and turning to leave, you started to speak before snapping your lips shut. Trying to quell your anger, you reasoned with yourself - there was no point in trying to bargain with pirates. The ache in your head was still quite pronounced. You winced at the pain and tried to find anything to distract yourself. Looking down at the rope again, you struggled to see if you could sit. The tight knot didn’t budge. Instead, you swore that with your wiggling, it got tighter and cut into your arms more. Letting your head bounce back in defeat, you started to sob. You weren’t sure how you could possibly get out of this situation alive.

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Back at the castle, news had reached the Prince that his vessel was boarded by pirates on the outskirts of the port. He heard nothing but his rapid pulse in his ears after that sentence. Eric sprang into action. Running past the staff that broke the news and flying down the stairs, Eric raced to his study. He pulled his sword off the mantle, the one he hoped to never have to use, and rushed out to the dock. He yelled at the staff to get all hands on deck before sprinting up the ramp onto the ship. The Siren. It was normally used as a trading vessel but was well equipped for speed and efficiency on the water. He only hoped it could move fast enough. If anything happened to you, he didn’t see how he could go on. Shaking his head of that thought, he set to work to get the ship moving.

After crying for at least an hour, your head was infinitely worse. You relaxed your body as best you could between the beam and the rope. You figured that you could at least try to sleep. The stress of the situation and adrenaline coursing through your body had taken its toll on you. Nodding off, you weren’t sure how much time had passed before you heard metal crash and scrape against more metal. You shook your head and tensed your arms. You weren’t sure what was coming; you just knew that you couldn’t go down without a fight. Even though you couldn’t do much in your current state, you were damn sure going to try. You braced yourself and tightened your jaw. The door crashed open behind you as you let out a squeal. You had to compose yourself. Come on, (Y/n), it’s now or never. Time to be brave.

You were preparing to kick at your attacker when the set of bright blue eyes that you’d been longing to see all morning suddenly flashed before you. Pain and anger were the first things you saw on his face as Eric rushed to you. He pressed a quick kiss to your lips.

“(Y/n), sweetheart, I was so worried. I thought I’d lost you.”

Tears clouded your vision, prickling at the corners of your eyes when Eric cupped your cheeks in his hands.

“Please, please don’t cry, (Y/n). I’ll never let this happen to you again, I swear. Here," he said as he reached for his sword, “let me cut you free.”

With one quick lash of his sword, Eric cut you free from your bonds. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you fell into him.

“Eric. Thank you. I can never repay you," you sobbed into his neck.

Wrapping his arms tightly around you, Eric shushed you.

“(Y/n), having you by my side is payment enough. I thought I’d lost you. I’ve never felt a pain that deep," he choked out as his own eyes welled up with tears.

He kissed your forehead and closed his eyes, sending tears running down his face.

“You mean everything to me.”

#the little mermaid 2023 #jonah hauer king #prince eric #prince eric x reader #prince eric x you #prince eric x y/n #my stuff #answered #jonah hauer king x y/n #jonah hauer king x reader

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izzyspussy · 6 months

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Sang About in Songs: Izzy/The Crew + Calypso's Birthday Marathon Gang Bang

Okay, so, technically written for my Izzy BINGO square "face fucking" but it ended up not really focusing on that like… much at all, and also I didn't finish it in time and filled that square with a last minute playlist instead.

Summary/Excerpt:

"Ugh," Lucius complains wordlessly, but then, "Wait-" He's off to the left somewhere, no doubt doing some canoodling of his own, the fucking hypocrite, just far enough past John's shoulder that Izzy's peripheral vision can't catch him. And Izzy's not interested in looking away from the hypnotic stroke of Frenchie's fingers up and down his strings, pointless for music, so for now Lucius will stay out of his view. The boy sounds scandalized but very, very happy about it when he demands, "Hang on, was that Izzy?" "Sure was," Frenchie confirms, not looking away from Izzy either. Izzy licks his lips again, more deliberately this time. Frenchie sets aside his lute. "Feeling good, Boss?" "Could feel better," Izzy rasps.

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markrosewater · 3 months

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Invoking the hallowed and ancient rite of birthday trivia, I was wondering if there was anything new you could share about your original vision for the end of the Weatherlight Saga? Failing that, is there a villain in Magic's past that you personally would like to see return?

Our original pitch was for a three-year story (with the idea that we’d tell more stories; this was the first story arc).

Year one was Rath. It mostly matched with what happen save Crovax going evil and killing Mirri.

Year two was Mercadia. A completely different story, and a very different world from what was made.

Year three was Dominaria, but in the future. The crew returned to warn Dominaria about the upcoming Phyrexian invasion only to learn the portal they traveled through sent through time and the Phyrexians have already taken over Dominaria. The crew is able to defeat both the Phyrexians (using the hourglass pendant to rewind time) and Volrath who is aboard the ship disguised as Tahngarth.

Happy Birthday!

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telekineticseance · 11 months

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FLY BY NIGHT

pairing: matt stone x f! assistant reader

summary: the plane ride home

genre: fluff / smut

word count: 2116

cw: legal age gap, oral (male receiving), semi public sex, fingering

author's note: happy birthday matt stone

if you haven't read the first part check it out here: "CIRCUMSTANCES"

The rest of the night at the restaurant was more on the interesting side. Matt kept his hand on your upper thigh, rubbing it with his thumb as much as he could and if someone walked by the two of you he would pull his hand away and act as if nothing happened. Which honestly, you understood. If others from the office had figured out what happened between the two of you, they would probably not be as on the positive side as you would wish they would be. He would occasionally lean over and whisper a joke in your ear or two if he noticed you were drifting from the conversations people were having around the table.

“Come with me I want to show you something,” He whispered before getting up and you followed with him, he grabbed your hand once the two of you were out of vision from the table as he took you to the empty cave part of the restaurant. He walked next to you, the cave dimly lit by a few lights throughout as he looked down at you. “I loved this place when I was a kid,” He told you, “Never seen it this quiet though.”

He leaned down pressing a light kiss to your forehead, while the two of you walked throughout the cave. You watched the joy sparkle in his eyes as he looked around the walls, revealing a different side of him. As the two of you walked, he pointed out random moments from his past that happened in the cave, such as a kid throwing up when he went to a birthday party. The two of you reached the end of the cave and he stopped walking before wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close. “Can we be serious for a minute?”

You nodded slowly, looking up at him and he let out a sigh, “This…is dangerous. For both of us.” Your face dropped a little as you nodded. You knew it was, you just didn’t want to admit it. “I know,” You whispered as he reached his hand up to caress your face. You leaned against his hand, feeling the warmth from it.

“I’m really sorry for what I did. I just,” He let out another sigh, “I don’t know. I was an asshole and I still am an asshole. I just think I was scared.”

“Scared of what?” You asked him softly. “Just everything. You’re someone special to me Y/N. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I really do care about you. Trust me when I say if any other assistant called me at 3am, I probably wouldn’t have answered.”

You held back a small smile as you looked at him, trying to stay serious, but hearing him say that made you feel something, “I understand. I mean..this is pretty scary.” You told him, looking at him, putting your hands on his chest in a loving manner. He put his hands over yours, bringing them to his lips and kissing them gently. “Just..do you want to continue whatever this is?”

You thought for a moment on his question. Of course you wanted this, the chance to finally be in his arms. Fill the feeling you’ve been having for years. But at the same time, it was dangerous like he said. Both of your reputations would be at risk, his more than yours solely because of who he was. While you were just an assistant, he was Matt Stone. You took a deep breath before responding, “I do.”

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The next day the crew traveled back to LA, to get started on yet another episode of South Park. Due to the restaurant they were able to get the network to play an old rerun of the show so you would have an extra week to write on the new episode, but usually an extra week meant time for everyone to procrastinate a little bit until it got closer to the time for the episode to air. Mostly everyone took the flight time to nap as they were recovering from drinking the night before, apparently the margaritas were really strong and really good. Matt sat across the aisle from you, next to Trey as they talked to one another and made jokes. You were lucky enough to get your own section so you sat in one seat with your legs propped up on the other as you read your book, glancing at Matt every few lines, noticing him glancing back at you every now and then.

“I have to use the bathroom,” Matt spoke, getting up from his seat before glancing at you and motioning to the back with his eyes. Your lips parted in shock as you watched him walk to the bathroom, the door locking with a click as he did so. You looked back over at Trey and noticed he had his nose in his phone already, before putting your book down and following Matt to the back. You lightly tapped on the door and the lock clicked again before the door opened and Matt looked down at you. He grabbed your arm lightly and pulled you in, shutting the door behind you and locking it again.

You giggled as he leaned down and kissed you gently, his hands resting on your waist. You pulled away looking up at him, “Should we be doing this on a plane full of our coworkers?” You asked him, raising an eyebrow as he licked his lips while looking at you. “Most of them are too hungover right now anyways. And Trey has his own things to think about. If we make it quick it’ll be like we never left.”

He ran his hand down your torso, reaching the waistband on your jeans, “You know…we never finished what we started last night.” He whispered, looping his fingers in your belt loops. You gulped softly as you nodded. He started to kiss you deeply and you reached your hands up to the back of his neck, pulling him down closer. You spent a large portion of your night when you got to the hotel thinking of how he had you in that office, and how you couldn’t return the same feeling for him.

You took one of your hands and moved it to start rubbing him through his jeans, making him groan against your lips. You pulled away from the kiss, rubbing him more, feeling his length grow in his jeans as he closed his eyes tightly, keeping his forehead against yours. “Fuck,” He groaned, his breathing increasing with each stroke.

You felt your hand start to unbuckle his jeans pulling them down, the fabric of his boxers, tightening as you did so. The thought of seeing him in person was driving you crazy. I mean of course you had seen the pictures of him in Le Petit Package but like come on. This was like a front row seat.

You sunk down onto your knees in front of him, looking up through your lashes and you ran your finger along the bulge outline in the boxers. You knew you had to hurry before someone noticed the both of you were missing but you wanted to take your time as well. Matt put his hands on the counter of the sink, holding himself up as you continued to lightly stroke him through his boxers.

“Don’t be a tease,” He growled out through his teeth, looking down as you bit your bottom lip lightly. You lifted his shirt up slightly, leaving lingering kisses on his waist line, while holding onto the elastic of the boxers. He let out a few breaths as you did so, glancing down at you, your eyes still watching his reactions to your every touch.

You finally pulled down on the elastic and watched as he practically sprung free from the restraint. You tried not to show a reaction as your eyes widened slightly, that short film really did not do him justice. You parted your lips, spitting into your hand, as you wrapped your fingers around the base, running it up and down along the length. His hard cock throbbed in your hand as you stroked him as he leaned his head back, with his knuckles turning white as his fists clenched onto the sink behind him.

You looked up at him, watching his lips part as he let out heavy breaths, suppressing his groans from your touch.You swiped the tip with your thumb, wiping off the precum as you used it as lubricant to continue stroking. “Fuck,” Matt groaned out softly, looking down at you.

You looked up at him innocently, knowing that he wanted more but you weren’t sure if you wanted to give him that just yet. His eyes pleaded with you as you slowed your stroking pace, “Use your words.”

He bit his bottom lip, “F-Fuck, I need you. Please.” He let out an almost feminine moan as you smirked to yourself. You wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, sucking on it while using your hand to stroke the rest of his shaft. He leaned his head back, closing his eyes tightly once your mouth attached. You continued to linger on the tip, before he let out a subtle wince in response, “Please.” He begged again, wanting more.

You hummed against his cock, sending vibrations, before taking him in. You felt the tip hit the back of your throat, gagging against it causing him to let out a moan. One of his hands let go of the counter and reached onto your hair, tangling through the strands.He held on, thrusting his hips forward. As you moved faster, he bucked his hips in rhythm with you, the grip on your hair tightening with every movement.

You slipped your fingers down in between your thighs, feeling yourself grow more turned on as you watched his face. You moved your hand under your panties as you dipped two fingers into your sopping clit, moaning against his length while doing so. He glanced down at you, letting out a chuckle once he realized what you were doing. “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth. Touching yourself in the process hm?”

Your breathing increased, growing more wet from his words as you cradled his balls with your free hand, massaging them in your fingers. You swirled your tongue around, as Matt’s hand pushed your hand further down, making you take in more of his length. He grabbed onto your face as he started fucking your mouth, your lips grazing against his cock. Your fingers continue dipping in and out of your clit as you look up at him.

“I’m…Fuck.” He moans, cutting off his sentence. You moaned against his length as he continued fucking his face, feeling your own high come close as you curled your fingers, hitting your g-spot. You felt yourself flex against your fingers, grinding against your fingers as you released around your fingers.

He moaned at the sight of you, seeing your eyes roll to the back of your head while closing your eyes. His thrusts into your mouth got rougher as you felt his tip twitch in the back of your throat while his hips stuttered, him reaching his own high. You swallowed the liquid as it shot into your mouth, feeling drops leak through the sides of your mouth. You pulled away from his length, letting a pop sound as it did. He wiped the sides of your mouth with his thumb, placing it in between your lips as you sucked on it, swirling your tongue around to lick it clean. He smirked down at you, pulling his hand away as he put his pants back on.

You got up from your knees, washing your hands in the sink as you look at him in the mirror as he stands behind you, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed his chest. You raised an eyebrow as you watched him, “Hm?’

“Nothing. Just watching.” He smiled softly at you, as if what happened..didn’t just happen. You rolled your eyes playfully as you dried your hands. “I’m gonna head back to my seat. So we don’t leave together.”

You nodded at him, watching him leave, waiting a few moments before leaving yourself. You noticed everyone was mainly still asleep on the flight or too busy doing something else to watch you walk back to your seat. The only one looking was Trey as he sat next to Matt. He looked between the two of you before his eyes widened slightly, lips parted in shock. Whoops.

updated a/n: next part!

#my gift to matt is the next chapter #hope he reads this on his stomach kicking his feet back and forth #then scoffing and going “i would never say that”#once again y'all for the support on this series #i'm working on a trey one btw...but a different pairing style so hehehe #matt stone #matt stone x reader

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lunar-wandering · 9 months

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Performance

for @skellebonez (sorry this is a week late!! happy belated birthday!!)

note: this is set during s1, since s1 lasts a lot longer in the Phantom Thief AU. (most likely this'd be after Impossible Delivery but before Skeleton Key, and also be before Red Son finds out about who the Phantom Thieves are).

Word Count: 1.3k

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Glancing at the crowd around him, pulling his hood tighter to better cover his face as he did so, Wukong decided that he definitely regretted choosing to become a phantom thief.

Well. Not like he was one yet. According to MK, he still had a long way to go with his training, as well as something along the lines of a "phantom thief entrance exam", which the kid had only mentioned briefly but still sounded absolutely awful. But, he supposed the kid was right- he’d only been learning the methods of Phantom Thievery for a month and a half- he hadn’t even stolen anything yet, so… MK was probably definitely in the right with him not being quite ready.

He wasn't even here to steal anything tonight, either (probably a good thing, considering this crowd). No, he was just here to watch the kid's performance.

And it was obvious that many others had the same idea in mind, considering the amount of people, as well as television crews that had set themselves up on the street.

("Televised?" Wukong had asked, confusion in his voice, "Why would anyone want to televise, nevertheless watch, a heist?"

MK had just rolled his eyes at him.

"A show is still a show, even if it's a heist." He'd said, turning back to doodling in his heist-planning notebook. “And people love a good show.”)

Wukong let out a sigh, shifting slightly to the left to avoid being bumped into by someone passing by. If it weren’t for the fact that the kid had specifically asked for him to be here in the crowd- something about this specific demonstration working better if he saw it in person, he would be at home, watching this through his tv, instead of here, in the middle of a giant crowd of strangers.

“Five more minutes until heist time…” Someone to the right of him muttered, and Wukong imperciptively stiffened.

He turned to the side and- yep. That- even though his hair was currently glamoured to black-

That was definitely Red Son standing only a few inches away from him.

Wukong shrunk back, trying his best to wrap his hoodie around himself even tighter. With a crowd like this, it was best to avoid any kind of fight with the Demon Bull Family right now… He hadn’t been noticed yet, but, seriously, what was Red Son of all people even doing here?

That question was answered a mere few seconds later, as an explosion of confetti and golden smoke appeared above the crowd, the resulting excited screams enough to make even Wukong’s ears ring. His hands over his ears, he risked glancing back at Red Son again, …finding that the fire demon looked just as excited as every other fan in the crowd.

Ah. Well, at the very least it was reassuring that there wasn’t going to be a demon attack in the middle of this heist.

The excited screams switched to gasps of awe, and Wukong looked up to see what, exactly, had rendered the excited crowd speechless.

MK was standing in mid-air.

Wukong blinked, his golden vision activating sub-consciously as the people around him started to murmur again. One of the TV helicopters drew nearer to MK, likely in order to film him better, and Wukong just barely caught the sound of Red Son saying something along the lines of “doing such a thing without real magic- I have no idea how that’s possible, that’s incredible” before people started to cheer as MK took a step forward.

Followed by another.

The kid literally almost looked like he was walking on thin air.

One of the usual detectives (one that tended to be present at ‘Golden Monkey’s heists, Wukong hadn’t bothered to learn the names of any of the regulars yet) must’ve gone up to the top of one of the neighboring buildings, because the next thing Wukong knew, someone was yelling about how there weren’t any wires connected to the buildings.

The cheering got louder at that, but Wukong rolled his eyes. Of course there weren’t any wires on the buildings, couldn’t people see-

Wukong blinked, remembering the golden tint at the corners of his vision.

Oh.

Right.

Golden eyes. Of course the crowd around him couldn’t see what he saw.

…Should… should he tell them?

Wukong glanced at the amazed crowd around him, considering. Some people in the crowd were simply looking up with wonder, while others, like Red Son, seemed to have passed wonder and instead had their heads slightly tilted, clearly trying to puzzle out just how MK was pulling off such a feat.

Well… surely it wouldn’t cause any harm, right-

A hand settled itself over his mouth before he could even begin to open it, and Wukong stiffened, a chill running down his spine. Someone was behind him. It was only through sheer force of will that he didn’t grab their wrist and flip them over his shoulder and cause a scene-

“C’mon now.” The whisper in his ear made Wukong shudder- “We wouldn’t want to ruin the performance, now would we? Some mysteries are meant to remain mysteries.”

Wukong knew that voice.

He whirled around, knocking the hand off of him, shifting to be ready to fight, but-

There was nothing behind him but shadows.

Wukong kept staring, half expecting a certain someone to jump back out at him at any second-

A sudden increase in the cheering distracted him, and he turned back around to see what part of the heist he had missed.

MK was no longer walking in mid-air, instead now standing on one of the museum’s balconies, waving at the crowd. A group of detectives entered through the building’s door, and MK briefly glanced down at them, before giving a two-fingered salute to the crowd and backflipping into the museum through the window.

Abruptly, the large electronic advertisement screens on the buildings in the area switched to show a live-feed of the inside of the museum.

The following ten minutes show-cased MK pulling off an increasingly difficult series of acrobatic tricks to avoid capture- ones that made Wukong raise an eyebrow, knowing for a fact that MK was not that good at dodging during training. Maybe it was something about mentality? Being better at dodging when in ‘phantom thief mode’ than when out of it? He should probably bring it up at their next training session for sure.

On another note, Red Son certainly seemed to be enjoying the performance. Wukong kept glancing at him out of the corner of his eye, just in case something changed and he decided to try something, but every time Red Son appeared to be completely enamoured with what was occurring on the television screens.

…Did MK know about Red Son attending his heists? By all likelihood, he probably did, the kid tended to not miss a single detail when it came to heists after all, but…

…Maybe he should bring that up at their next training session as well.

In the end, the heist ended almost as abruptly as it had begun.

MK had run back out to the balcony, leapt onto the railing, and held out his prize- an emerald hair comb, above his head, for the whole crowd to see. The cheering became almost ten times louder, and man, Wukong mentally made a note to himself to wear earplugs to the next heist like this, because this was torture on his sensitive ears.

MK shifted, and there was a bright flash of light-

In the next second, MK was gone.

The show very obviously over, the crowd slowly started dispersing. As Wukong moved with the flow of the crowd, he walked past Red Son, who was on his phone-

And was setting a picture of ‘Golden Monkey’s triumphant smirk as he held up the hair comb as his phone’s background.

Did he… did he not know that that was MK?

Wukong looked away. Yeah, no, he wasn’t going to be touching that can of worms with a ten-foot pole.

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zoros-bandana · 2 years

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Birthday super fluff! Zoro x fem S/O! It’s S/O’s birthday, and S/O doesn’t really require any presents. In fact, all she wants is a day off with Zoro (much to Sanji’s chagrin) S/O embarrassedly requests Zoro that all he has to do is call her cute the whole day and to carry her princess style whenever she wants to. And bc she’s too nice, she actually allows him to train even on her birthday. I’m sorry, I just can’t help it! So cuteeee! 🥰

Birthday Wishes

(SFW)

Warning: none - just pure Zoro fluff

Summary: On the morning of your birthday your boyfriend, Zoro, forgets what day it is. Upon his attempt to make things right you remind him of the only birthday gift you were after; a full day with him with a few extra sweet gestures thrown into the mix. A birthday that neither of you would soon forget.

Word Count: 2,000

(a/n: I sorta steered off the request for a bit because I wanted to include something cute and fun that I think the crew would try and do despite s/o saying no to presents. I also sat on this for so long idk why like I didn’t feel overly happy with it but can’t work out why)

“I told you what I wanted for my birthday, Zoro”

“Tsk” he scoffed, resting down opposite you on your bed “I thought that was a joke”. It was early morning on your birthday, and as usual, your boyfriend had forgotten to get you a present. He had raced into your room as soon as he awoke, overhearing the cook in his lovesick manner talk about making you your favourite breakfast for your special day. Attempting to make up for his dismissive mind he agreed to get you anything you wished for your birthday. Again.

“Nope” you sat up on your knees, an eager smile plastered on your face “I’m serious”

“All of it?”

“Yep”

“(Y/n)!” he groaned, lying on his back “cmon, do I really have to?”

“Zoro” you stalked over to him, sitting on his chest “you did say anything… now don’t go back in your word. It is my birthday after all”

You pressed your face close to his, opening your eyes as wide and innocent as you could to pout at your overgrown boyfriend “please”.

A table of dropped jaws met you both as you entered the kitchen. The table was lined with balloons and a cake, the crew all but ready to wish you a happy birthday when Zoro came barging in; you in tow, princess style, in his arms. You sat comfortably in Zoro’s arms, swinging your legs back and forth as you looked up at him with a goofy grin. Zoro was less impressed, ignoring everyone stares as he made his way over to your seat to drop you down. He quickly placed you down, not looking up as he sat down next to you, letting everyone’s attention move back to wishing you a happy birthday.

The overbearing grin plastered on your face refused to waver during breakfast, knowing the agreement you and Zoro made hours before. You could tell from the obvious grit in his teeth he was less enthusiastic about your agreement through the meal, blushing any time he proceeded to address you as ‘cute’ when he spoke to you. Each response would cast a vision of side-eyes to be made in his direction, confused at his open pet name for you. However, there were two things getting him through this day. Firstly, his own feeling of guilt; knowing he forgot another birthday. Secondly, the happiness that radiated from you in return of his own embarrassment. It was enough to spur him on to continue this agreement, knowing the day had only just began.

For the remainder of the morning you kept yourself as close to Zoro as you could, dragging him to chat with various members of the crew as you scattered around the ship. He sat biting his tongue through the whole ordeal, desperate to sneak off and train on his own or nap in the crows nest. Today, however, he knew he wouldn’t get the chance to; tethered to you for the day following your wishes. Every now and then you would look over at him, beaming with the purest and kindest smile to grace your face; comforting him even for a few moments. He was reminded just how valuable you were to him and living out your wishes even for one day was worth it to see you this happy.

As mid-day hit, Zoro had resorted to resting you in his lap, daydreaming as you laughed and chatted to the archeologist and musician opposite you. You had caught onto his silence, more deafening than usual, elbowing him gently to grab his attention.

“Yeah, cutie?” Zoro piped up, resting his chin on your shoulder. You turned to him, pleased at his continuation of your pet name “what are you thinking about?”

“Training” he admitted sheepishly, his face heating up in embarrassment.

“You are free to train if you wish”

“Really?” He wiggled you out of his lap, not wasting another second or letting you change your mind.

“Yes” you laughed, hopping off him “only because I’m the best girlfriend ever”

“You are” he admitted “you truely are”

The three of you laughed as he sped off towards the crows nest in a flash; never seeing the swordsman move so fast before.

After a while you ventured up to join him in the crows nest, not before Robin prompted to remind you of an activity she had organised for you later; much to your disagreement upon gifts for your birthday. She insisted it wasn’t a gift by technical term, ushering you up towards your boyfriend, leaving her to set up her surprise.

You gently lifted yourself into the room, watching from afar as he trained; his deliciously muscular back facing you. Quietly you stood for a moment, taking in the way his muscles danced under his skin. You couldn’t help but admire his godly frame, knowing how rugged and terrifying he looked; only to hold you so tenderly in his arms. He looked over his shoulder, hearing you eventually make you way to him, taking note of the bottle in your hand.

“It’s not alcohol” you confessed, handing it over “but I thought it would help non the less”

He smirked at your comment, gratefully taking the bottle from you. “How is your birthday so far, cutie?”

“Good” you sat down on the bench, letting his exhausted body flop down next to you “although I am missing one thing…”

“Hmm?”

“Our afternoon nap; I did say I wanted to spend the day with you after all”

“Now that” he slid his hand around your waist, ignoring your squeal as he slid you up into his sweaty lap; his lips pressed to your temple. “That is something I’d be more than happy to arrange for you”

Waking from your nap, you eagerly pried Zoro out of the crows nest; his body slumped and numb from his half asleep state. Confusion knitted into his brow, unaware of the activity he had unknowingly agreed to; set up by the navigator and archeologist. The details of their activity were slim but were intriguing enough to cut your nap short.

As you made your way down the mast, a shrill scream promoted Zoro to cover your eyes; Nami furious the two of you had come back down unannounced. The two of them spat back and forth, Zoro’s giant hands still following her demand to block your surroundings. He awkwardly shuffled you over towards them, swearing as he continued to trip over your feet, almost tripping you both over.

“I know you said you didn’t want any presents, but we thought it would be fun to do something for your birthday”

“Yeah” Nami squinted her eyes “but does Zoro have to join us?”

“I’m more than happy to leave if that’s what my cutie wants” he gritted, lacing his voice smoothly as he called your pet name.

“No, we made a deal”

“Then it looks like I’m staying right here”

“Fine. (Y/n), you can open your eyes”

Carefully peeling Zoro’s hands away, you looked at the scene in front of you; taking in all their hard work. Before you sat a small stage, Chopper beaming a bright smile up at you, dressed in a complete suit and top hat. Robin ushered you to sit by her, Zoro seated on the other side of you, letting you have a front row seat to Chopper.

“Hi, (y/n)!” Chopper waved, “Nami, Robin, and I wanted to play a little game with you! And you too, Zoro!”

Zoro grumbled in annoyance.

Ignoring his attitude, Chopper happily pulled out a few palm cards, rocking back and forth as he read them aloud.

“We collected some p-p-pec”

“Peculiar”

“Peculiar things some of the crew has said and we wanted to see if you could guess who said them!”

“I need a drink for this…”

“Okay who said…” Chopper cleared his throat, dropping his voice low. “‘I'm an idiot’”

“Zoro?”

“Correct!”

“I never said that!”

“You did” Nami interjected “you’ve said it many times”

“Mmm, I have heard you say it before”

“I definitely need a drink for this…”

The small group sat chatting and laughing as the sun began to set; slowly inviting various members of the crew as you waited for Sanji to interrupt the game with food. As soon as Sanji's voice called from the kitchen door, the crowd rushed towards him, shuffling inside to enjoy the nightly meal.

Zoro stayed behind, helping you up with an outstretched hand, kindly squeezing it as you rose up. In one swift move he lifted you into his arms once again, enjoying the slight giggle as your wrapped your arms around his neck; less embarrassed to carry you through the doors.

Once again Zoro carried you through to the kitchen; to which there were less gaped faces upon your entrance. A few snickers met your greeting, however, became unphased to Zoro; strangely peaceful with how much he had enjoyed his day with you. He never thought much of your request, knowing the two of you could happily spend the day together any day; but this day was different. There was an utmost happiness to you on this day, something the crew caught onto, reciprocating back to only warm you brighter. He sat you down in your seat gently, pulling the chair out slightly for you to slide in. Gracing himself down next to you he happily zoned out, watching the way you talked to everyone around you, barely focused on the meal the ero-cook slaved away at just for you.

Zoro’s hand stayed looped through your own, keeping a close hold onto you, allowing the visibility of his affection to show through. Every now and then, when nobody was looking, he would place a delicate kiss to the back of your hand; squeezing it threw times. Each time your attention would shift back to him, studying his face with a grateful smile. He didn’t need to say the words out loud, the soft gaze back to you enough to make his feelings known. A small smile prompted you to say it back, mouthing ‘I love you too’ before returning back to your conversation.

A friendly reminder from Robin encouraged the proposal of cake to be brought out immediately after dinner; Luffy forcefully shoving everybody’s leftovers into his mouth.

Sanji happily brought out the cake from the mornings meal, still proudly decorated by the hands of Luffy and Chopper. Zoro carefully placed you up into his lap as everybody gathered around you voicing ‘Happy ‘Birthday’. The room filled with the joyous singing off key to every note; Zoro remaining silent behind you. The loud vibrato of Luffy’s voice rained over everyone else, causing an uproar of laugher which shook you in Zoro’s lap. They all cheered and whistled as you blew out the candles; a parade of celebrations meeting your light work. The table rattled, nearly tipping over your cake as Luffy, Chopper, and Usopp sat banging on the table; chanting for cake. You scurried to collect the cake, meeting Sanji half way as he dove towards it, swearing at his hard work. Each of the loud trio received a heavy handed smack to the back of their heads, graciously given by Nami. As she scolded them for their behaviour Sanji began to dish out the dessert, handing you the prettiest piece of cake he could muster.

Once satisfied with your meal, Zoro carried you out of the kitchen; light mumbles of ‘good night’ meeting you both on the way out. As soon as the door shut behind him, his arms swooped you into a tight embrace, huddling you as close to his large body as he could. He could tell from the light yawns parting your lips you were growing tired; the day of celebration and conversation finally taking its toll on you. You snuggled yourself into his chest as much as you could, enjoying his hold as he walked you towards your room.

Once invited in the warmth of your bed, the both of you curled up; letting the gentle mumbles of the remaining crew above and rock of the ship guide you to sleep. Zoro held his arms still around your body, letting you rest against him, exhausting letting your body fold into him.

“I think this was the best birthday I’ve ever had” you sunk further into his chest, humming as his large pecks let a wonderful place for you to rest your head.

“Good” he mumbled, a slight blush tickling his cheeks.

He hated to admit it but seeing you so happy through the day brought him comfort. Moments like these were hard to come by, especially on this stretch of the sea, so seeing the person he loved so content eased his racing mind. There was nothing more fulfilling in that moment than seeing you in his arms, a weary smile plastered on your tired lips. He wish to stay like this forever, cherishing every moment he had with you, loving you so purely. He wishes to spend every birthday like this; even if it meant he had to forget about your day every year.

“Happy Birthday, cutie”

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I Lost My Mind

Sorry that I dropped off the face of the Earth for a bit. I have been in a holiday frenzy. I mentioned that I'll be flying down to visit my mom in Florida for a few days. What I did not consider is that taking a chunk out of the middle of December would send me into hyper-holiday prep. I felt like I needed to have EVERYTHING done before departing on the 12th. Ev-er-y-thing. So I put my head down and trimmed the tree, decorated the house, shopped, wrapped, wrote and addressed cards, wrapped some more, baked and baked, and finally checked the last task (packing and mailing a box) off my list. When I return home on the 17th my biggest worry will be preparing for the Christmas meal. I'll have a handful of days to panic. We may have tacos for Christmas dinner if I drop the ball.

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The mister had mentioned making the hour long drive up to Christiana Mall in Delaware earlier this week. I told him that if I could get everything done on my list, I could go on Thursday. I worked like a mad woman so I could go to that damn mall. I used to take malls for granted, then I moved to Dogpatch. So I met my self-imposed deadline (the last cookie was packaged at 7pm on Wednesday night) and went to bed with a heating pad and visions of shopping dancing in my head. I was not disappointed. It turned into the best day! The most wonderful part? It snowed on us! All the way to Newark we were treated to this:

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I can't even tell you how happy it made me. After our snowy trip we walked into the mall and right into a giant Barnes and Noble. Man, have I missed browsing in a brick and mortar bookstore. I made a wish list a mile long. *sigh*

Mickey and I split up and I visited Lush and bought a couple of sparkly bath bombs for my favorite 5 year old, walked a couple of stores down and picked up a little something for my sister's upcoming birthday, browsed in Pottery Barn and Williams Sonoma (swoon!), and put some mileage on my shoes poking around in numerous other shops. It was such fun, I felt like an Amish girl on rumspringa. We met for a quick lunch and then headed off to the local Trader Joe's for a few things. We didn't have snow on the way home, but at least the car smelled good from that sack of bath bombs. Tomorrow I'm volunteering at the Friends of the Library booth at Winterfest. I think I'm running the Pin the Nose on the Snowman game. I doubt it will compete with all of the bouncy houses and big stuff, but hopefully some little bookworms will find us. After the festival I'll once again become a crazy lady, cleaning this house top to bottom and getting packed for the trip. I want to come home on the night of the 17th to a house that doesn't need a thing, because we'll be hurtling right into Christmas. Note to self: never again travel in December. I know I'll have a ball in Florida. I wanted to see my mom before I start the library job and lose the freedom to travel whenever I want (I've forgotten what it's like to ask for time off!). My sister is going to join us and we'll be able to celebrate her birthday on the 15th. It'll be good for all of us, some girl time. And that, my friends, explains my absence. I'm a one-woman holiday crew. The house is pretty, the tree is sparkling, gifts are purchased, wrapped, and tagged, cookies are baked, cards are mailed, and this elf is done. Well, I say one-woman, but I am never alone. Someone is always there, watching.

See her in there, just behind the white and gold bow? I can't keep her out of there. At least she doesn't climb it. I'll try to write a bit more tomorrow, I think I'll actually have a little time. I may tromp around in the woods and look for some greenery to cut. I want to make a festive swag to hang over those ugly blinds.

Hmmm. Maybe not. Looks a little too busy. Maybe some light garland. Whatever, it's not like we're on the Christmas home tour. Until tomorrow (I hope), I hope that you're enjoying every bright and shiny bit of this season. Turn on some holiday tunes and boogie your way through your chores. That's what keeps me going.

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Stay safe, stay well, stay jolly! XOXO, Nancy

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Encanto Day 30 - Milk

OK so context: my friend Breanna loves three things: milk, Encanto and The Sandman. So I decided to write a behemoth of a crossover.

This is both a modern au of Encanto and a sequel to this story I wrote back in the summer.

Shoutout to @doitforstamets and stargrazing on Discord for helping me write this.

Happy Birthday @breannasfluff! I hope you like this!

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“So… we meet again.” Bruno stares at the bottom of his suitcase, his expression weary. It has been sixteen years. Sixteen years of non-cow-costume-wearing bliss. And yet, here he is, pulling out the outfit once more, like a retired clown applying his makeup.

It’s not that Bruno doesn't enjoy dressing up and playing pretend, hey, his real Gift is acting! It’s this costume in particular he doesn’t enjoy.

At least he won’t suffer alone this time.

In the dining area of the hotel, Pepa has gathered her children and nieces to watch the infamous video of Brumilkerbell, the Fairy Cow Princess. Every single one of them is in hysterics as they watch Bruno stumble in his little heels, ball gown flouncing around him. Bruno rolls his eyes.

“I’m glad you sadists are finding pleasure in my pain,” he says loudly as he joins them at their table.

“Turn the clip off, I can't breathe!” Mirabel gasps between wheezes.

“It’s even better than I remember!” Isabela howls.

“Mom, why didn’t you give birth to me sooner? I wish I had been in the area when this happened!” Camilo snorts.

“Honestly, Milo, I’m surprised I didn’t give birth right then and there, I was laughing so hard,” Pepa admits, wiping the tears from her eyes.

“Funny,” Bruno snaps. He dumps the costume on the table. “Here it is, kids: the worst out-of-context vision I ever had.”

His sobrinos immediately crowd around the table, marvelling and snickering at Brumilkerbell’s get-up.

“It’s even bigger than I remember,” Dolores remarks.

“There’s the seven foot frame you wanted, Camilo,” Mirabel says.

Camilo is laughing too hard to respond.

“So why are we doing this again?” Agustín asks.

“Because my friend in the online writing club I’m in needs some help, and I’m the only person in the whole group who can supply her with what she needs,” Bruno explains. “Her ex-boyfriend’s niece’s friend’s son is having his fourth birthday party and apparently this year he wants it cow themed.”

“That’s a lot of different acquaintances,” Julieta remarks.

“That’s just how her friend group works,” Bruno says. “Her ‘found family’ has gotten pretty big since she last checked.”

Alma checks her pocket watch. “It’s 12 pm, we should get going. Boys, do you have your…?”

Agustín and Félix hold up their own cow costumes, one a police officer and the other a construction worker. Bruno smiles gratefully at the two. As stated previously, at least he won’t suffer alone this time.

A man with long brown hair is waiting for them outside the New Inn. He waves happily when he sees Bruno carrying the bags of costumes.

“Hi! You must be Bruno! I’m Hob Gadling, I’m a friend of Calliope’s.” Hob’s bright smile and sweet voice win the Madrigals over easily. When Bruno shakes his hand, he is surprised by Hob’s firm yet gentle hold.

“Your hands are warm,” Bruno notes. He winces at his own rudeness. Hob laughs.

“You’re the first to ever say that about my hands,” he says. “I assume that’s a compliment?”

Bruno nods, face red. “Yeah.”

“Calliope and Murphy are waiting inside with the birthday crew. Thankfully, only a few kids are coming so you won’t be overwhelmed!” Hob continues as he leads the family inside. He suddenly notices how many Madrigals there are.

“Uh… are they all coming in?” he asks.

Bruno glances at his family and turns back to Hob, smiling. “Is that ok with you? They, uh, want to see the performance.”

“That good of an entertainer, huh?” Hob says. “Alright, I guess Lyta won’t mind. She’s the mother of the birthday boy.”

Hob takes the Madrigals through the inn and into a big room with a small stage, where the party has already begun. A group of seven kids do arts and crafts at a long table, while the adults mingle.

True to Bruno’s words, the entire room looks like a cow’s hide. White balloons with black spots and black balloons with white spots are hung up in every corner. The table cloths and streamers have a similar pattern. A large banner reading “Happy 4th Birthday Daniel!” is hung up by the small stage, two cartoon cows drawn on either side. Even the cake is shaped like a cow.

A woman with lovely chestnut hair approaches Hob as the group enters. Clinging to her leg is a small boy with blond hair.

“Hob!” The woman’s smile fades when she notices everyone. “Who are they and why are they all here? They weren’t on the guest list!”

“It’s ok, Lyta, they’re with me!” another woman says, running up to him. Bruno recognizes her Greek accent immediately. “Hello, Bruno. It’s nice to meet you at last.”

Upon seeing her warm smile and lovely dark hair, Bruno relaxes. “Hola, Calliope. It’s nice to meet you in the flesh as well.”

“This is Lyta Hall, she’s running the party. And this is Daniel, our birthday boy,” Hob introduces. While Lyta waves, Daniel ducks his head.

“Lyta, this is Bruno, he’s from my online writing club!” Calliope says. “He’s the one with the crazy ‘cow’ getup I was talking about.”

“Can I see?” Lyta asks.

Bruno opens his suitcase. “Behold.”

Lyta’s eyes turn as big as saucers. “You weren’t kidding…”

“It’s going to be quite the experience,” Bruno laughs. “Agustín and Félix are dancing with me as well.” The men in question wave.

“And so are me and Dream!” Hob says. “Do you have our costumes?”

Bruno lifts up his own to show two packages underneath. Hob snorts when he sees them. “These look incredible! Dream, you have to come see this!” He turns to the corner of the room, where a man Bruno did not see before stands.

The partygoers have given him a large space to himself, wary of the stranger. The man is shrouded in the shadows, his body hidden in a black coat. His emotionless face is pale and cold and his black hair is untamed. The oddest part about him is his eyes. A strange shade of blue that seems to shine like… stars. Bruno feels a sense of familiarity. Who is this man?

As Dream slowly approaches him, Bruno shrinks under his magnificently intimidating gaze. Dream glances down at the costumes before looking up at the prophet. Immediately his expression softens. It is a look of wonder.

Bruno ducks to hide his terrified gaze. “Right. Is there a room where we can set up?” he asks, willing his voice not to shake.

“There’s an empty space across the hall, we can get ready there!” Hob says. “Come on!”

In the other room, Bruno hands each man his costume. Agustín struggles to get the police boots on his “hooves”, Félix slips on the construction worker cow’s safety vest.

Hob is practically jumping with joy when he sees the cowboy, er, cow’s outfit. He laughs as he puts on the vest and fixes his sheriff’s badge. “I’ve seen a lot of things in my life, but this has to be one of the greatest..”

“You’ll be the Aviator, Dream,” Bruno says, handing the strange man his costume.

“‘Aviator’?” Dream asks. His surprisingly deep baritone voice rumbles through the room. Bruno feels chills run down his back.

“Because Calliope said you didn’t want to be seen doing this, so I found a costume that could hide your face?” Bruno squeaks. “The goggles should be enough, right?”

Dream takes the costume and looks it through. “Very well.”

“Why are you doing this if you don’t want to be seen?” Félix asks. “This isn’t exactly a… subtle activity.”

“Because I have a duty to fulfill,” Dream answers simply. Félix shrugs and goes back to trying to cram the hard hat on his cow’s head.

Bruno . “Alright, we have an hour to rehearse this song. I assume you all know ‘YMCA’, right?”

“Yeah, why?” Hob asks.

Bruno hands them all sheet music. “I, uh, took some creative liberties with it.”

Back in the party room, the rest of the Madrigals have already assimilated themselves into the crowd. Isabela shows off her plant magic to some of the children, Antonio colours with Daniel while telling him all sorts of cow facts (only half of which the four-year-old understands), Lyta has gotten some wine with the mothers, who shower her and Dolores with advice on how to raise a kid.

Meanwhile, Luisa, Mirabel and Camilo find new friends in two special guests, the niece and nephew of Dream.

“Rainbow hair…” Mirabel breathes, gazing in awe at Rose Walker’s dreadlocks. Rose giggles.

“Oh yeah! I’ve thought about changing it up recently, but honestly, rainbow hair is so fun!” she admits.

Mirabel turns back to her mom, pointing at Rose’s hair and back at her own. Julieta shakes her head. Mirabel pouts.

“Worth a shot,” she mumbles. Rose laughs.

Luisa watches Rose with stars in her eyes, the bookworm excited to meet a real, published author in the flesh. “How long did it take you to write your manuscript?”

“About two months, actually. I got a surge of inspiration during the last week and finished it in time to send to a publisher looking for new works,” Rose explains. “Next thing I know, I’ve got a huge paycheck and several book reviewers telling me I’m the new Neil Gaiman.”

“Fantástica!” Luisa squeals.

“Do Spiderman next!” Jed Walker exclaims. Camilo shapeshifts into the superhero, doing a backflip.

“Don’t work the kid too hard, Jed!” Rose warns.

“I won’t!” Jed responds.

“Don’t worry, I can do this all day!” Camilo says, shapeshifting into Captain America. Jed howls with laughter.

“He says that but then he’ll sleep until noon tomorrow,” Mirabel says. Rose laughs again, but it fades as she notices something strange walking onto the stage.

“What on earth is that?” she asks. Mirabel turns around and immediately begins laughing.

Camilo shapeshifts back into himself and drags Jed closer to the stage. “Oh, you’re gonna want front-row seats for this!”

Daniel is led to the front of the audience. The kids gather around him, laughing at the funny cows. In the back, Pepa and Julieta are already shrieking with laughter, taking pictures of the costumed men on their phones.

Bruno stands centre stage in his fairy cow princess, looking as marvelous as ever with the sparkling pink gown, wings and tiara. Behind him stand a police officer, a construction worker, a cowboy and an aviator, all cows. Mirabel recognizes her father and Tío Félix as the police officer and construction worker respectfully, but are those Hob and Dream, Hob’s mysterious boyfriend, as the cowboy and the aviator? Even with aviator goggles covering his eyes, Dream’s sharp, white cheekbones are quite memorable and noticeable. Not to mention, she can’t see him anywhere in the room, so…

On stage, Hob keeps glancing at Dream. While this would usually flatter the Endless, right now it’s getting on his last nerve.

“Why do you keep looking at me?” Dream finally hisses.

“You look constipated, and I don’t want you to take it out on Bruno,” Hob whispers.

“I’m not going to send a nightmare after him. You don’t have to worry,” Dream says. “I’m just not looking forward to this.”

“You don’t have to do this, Dream,” Hob reminds him. “I asked several times if you wanted to back out, and every time, you’ve refused. Why?”

“Because it is my duty to visit the first baby born in the Dreaming every year on his birthday,” Dream states. “And even if that includes doing a ridiculous dance at his birthday party, so be it.”

Hob rolls his eyes. “That last part is a load of bull and you know it. Are you sure that’s why you’re doing it?”

Dream is silent.

Hob gives him a knowing smile. “You’ve grown to care for Daniel Hall and his crazy family, haven’t you? Is this about making the kid, and by extension, your new family, happy?”

Dream shrinks further into the giant cow head. Hob leans over to kiss his nose.

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”

Bruno grabs a microphone from an amused Isabela. “Hi kids! I’m Brumilkerbell, the Fairy Cow Princess of… Milkneyland, and these are my friends, the Village Cows!”

“Why do you have a beard?!” a kid in the audience yells.

“Why don’t you have a beard?!” Bruno snaps back. He takes a deep breath and smiles once more. “Today, we’re going to sing a special song all about your favourite drink! Can anyone guess what that is?”

“Wine!” Pepa yells.

“Pepa, there are kids in the audience, including your own.”

“So?!”

“So we’re going to be learning facts about an altogether different drink,” Bruno exclaims through teeth clenched. “I would like to thank Antonio Madrigal for helping me write some of the lyrics. Hit it!”

Dolores turns on the boombox. Brumilkerbell and the Village Cows begin tapping their hooves.

“Is it just me or is the tune familiar?” Julieta asks as she records.

“I’m pretty sure this is just YMCA,” Pepa says. “Did he change the lyrics?”

The cows swing their tails to the beat as the chorus kicks in.

It’s fun to drink a lot of M! I! L! K! It’s fun to drink a lot of M! I! L! K!

“Ohhhh…” the sisters say in unison.

The kids cheer for the exuberant performance, getting up and doing the dance with them. Most of the adults are laughing too hard to join, or film the performance. Daniel screams with glee as the cows swish their tails and pump their hooves in the air in an elaborate dance.

After the performance, the men sit at a table while Daniel opens his presents. Bruno has already fallen asleep, Agustín and Félix engage in a game of chinchon. Dream watches the sleeping Bruno from the side.

Hob arrives with drinks. Unlike the others, he has not taken off his cowboy cow costume. The fathers cheer until they see what’s in the wine glasses: milk.

“Oh come on, why the long faces?” Hob teases. “You heard Brumilkerbell up there, milk is chock full of vitamin B12!”

The Madrigal men glance at each other before shrugging and grabbing a glass. Félix grabs an extra for when Bruno wakes up. Hob moves onto Dream.

“What are you thinking about?” Hob asks, handing the Sandman his milk.

“That family has magic,” Dream says. “That’s why they feel so different.”

Hob raises an eyebrow. “Magic? You’re only figuring this out now?”

“You knew?”

“I mean, Bruno Madrigal is a lyrical genius! How could I not know about his music-writing magic?!”

Dream gives his boyfriend a small smile. “Not that kind of magic, Hob. Real magic. Each of them has a small portion of magic, dedicated to one type of spell. They call them Gifts.”

Hob looks amazed. “Really? How did I not notice that?”

“I don’t think they trust us enough to show us,” Dream admits. “I’m surprised they’ve been able to hide it for so long.”

“Should we tell them we know? Does Calliope know?”

“Let’s not tell them, for now. Calliope has had her suspicions since she met Bruno. She asked me to confirm today, and Lucienne has just sent me the report.”

“Your librarian rules.”

“I know. I shall send her your compliments.”

“Why are you telling me all of this?”

“You asked.”

“Smartass.”

As the kids sleep upstairs in the inn, the grownups decide to have a little more wine to wind down for the night.

“I can’t believe my youngest son actually helped Bruno write that song,” Pepa says.

“Well, it wasn’t easy,” Bruno says. “It took the better part of a week and half a dozen Google searches.”

“How were you not sweating bullets up there? I was getting hot just looking at you,” Julieta says.

“Oh believe me, I was getting hot,” Agustín says. “You weren’t kidding, hermano, these costumes are stuffy as hell!”

“Luckily for you, this is where the fun part comes in,” Hob says, standing up. “Dolores, ma’am, where’s your boombox?!”

Mirabel stumbles downstairs, her throat parched and stomach rumbling. She should not have had that much cake. Her head pricks up slightly as she hears music and shrieking from down the hall. Curious, she walks down to investigate.

When she peers into the room, the sight is enough to wake her up. Bruno, Agustín, Félix and Hob all managed to get the clothes off the cow jumpsuits, and are currently in the middle of slowly taking off the jumpsuits themselves. Dios mio, she can see their hairy chests.

The women, her abuela included, whoop and whistle at the strippers, all clearly tipsy.

Dolores, hearing her cousin gasping in horror, pauses the music. All heads turn to the 16-year-old gaping in the doorway.

Bruno is the first to find his words. “Hey, Mariposa! What do you need?”

“I was considering getting a glass of milk, but I think I’ll hold off until I can get this image out of my mind. Buenas noches.” Mirabel awkwardly exits, wondering how this day went from YMCA parodies to strip-teasing cows.

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Here are more episode titles for Little Einsteins: New Missions.

Girl’s night out. June and Annie have been invited to have girls night with Ellen & her pink rocket ship, Rockette.

A pachyderm predicament! Rajiv the royal engine called our heroes and told them that Big Jet and his gang are in India. They transformed into construction vehicles and were going to pave over the home of the elephants! Ashima was worried about Trusty Trunky, and Leo was concerned about his friend, Little Elephant. Will nature win against Big Jet? Only time will tell.

Rocket rock stars! The Little Einsteins try out being a rock and roll band from a strange vision that I had when I was younger.

The lonely ladybug. The team was playing a video game when suddenly I saw something in the kitchen. It was a ladybug. And she looked lonely. She had gotten separated from all 11 of her friends. She needed to find her friends so she can join the ladybug picnic and eat apple leaf mold. Can the team help ladybug get to the picnic before it’s too late? Find out soon.

The knights of sing a lot! The Little Einsteins were attending a medieval fair, when Big Jet appeared and had teamed up with the very same dragon from the “go team” story! And they kidnapped Princess Bassoon! The Good Knight said the team can become knights and rescue the princess. But can they do in time? Featuring the art “Wheat Field with Cypresses” by Vincent van Gogh and the music “Wedding March” by Felix Mendelssohn.

The sensational sextet. Dorie and her friends and I want to be a band. But when we got our instruments out and onto the bandstand, Red Hawk and Yellow Rat flew in and took the instruments! Can we bring them back so we can make music for all our friends?

Reanne’s recital. Reanne was going to ballet dance with June and me, as well as the blue footed booby birds, Ducky the duckling and Saturn’s ring. But there was a problem. Reanne had lost her ballet flats. They blew away in a windstorm! Can we get her ballet shoes back in time for the dance recital?

Little Einsteins little league. The team is very excited to play little league baseball. But when they were training, Mindy accidentally hit the ball too far. And that was her favorite beanball. It was gifted to her when she and her friends learned how to play baseball. Can they get it back in time for the little league game at school? Only time will tell.

Happy hatch day, Baby Piccolodactyl! We were playing hopscotch outside the Rocket room, when we saw one of the instruments dinosaurs stop by. It was Bassosaurus Rex. He wanted to ask if one of us could spare a cup of sugar. He said was baking a big batch of dinosaur sized cupcakes for baby Piccolodactyl for his birthday. We volunteered to help B-Rex bake the cupcakes. He also said if we had any rainbow sprinkles, that would be great too. And make them as big as houses. Can we make the cupcakes in time for the party?

Rocket and the rainbow coral reef. Rocket was visiting his friend, Little Whale at the seashore. Little whale was telling him about the rainbow coral reef. But Big Jet and his crew were plotting to destroy the rainbow coral reef and make a new underwater base! Can they save the reef? Only time will tell.

A Little Einsteins Thanksgiving. It was Thanksgiving, and the Little Einsteins were having a big thanksgiving feast in the Rocket room with their friends and families. But Big Jet had stolen all the food! Such as the clam stuffing, the cheesy string beans, the banana cream pie and even the mashed potatoes! Can they get all the food back before Big Jet eats them all up? Find out next time!

Captain Leo sails to Neverland! The Little Einsteins were playing pirates again. And we met up with Peter Pan and Tinker Bell. They said that they had some terrible news. Big Jet has made an alliance with Captain Hook and they have kidnapped Jake, Izzy, Cubby, and Skully! And worse of all, that made Bucky the ship get stuck on a sandbar, so he can’t sail for home! Can they rescue Jake and his pirate crew? Only time will tell. Featuring the art "Under the Wave of Kanagawa" by Katsushika Hokusai and the music “Carmen suite number 1” by Georges Bizet.

Hunter goes cuckoo! The Little Einsteins were visiting cuckoo waypoint and were very excited. Cuckoo bird was about to have chicks. She had 3 eggs in her clock nest. But Big Jet stole the eggs! He was gonna cook the eggs and eat them! Cuckoo bird was very upset. Her eggs didn’t even hatch yet. Will the team rescue the cuckoo bird’s eggs before Big Jet hard boils them? Only time will tell. Featuring the art “German folk art” and the music “1812 overture” by Peter Illich Tchaikovsky.

#little einsteins #my stories

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