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soaringthroughthegalaxy · 2 months

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hi!! just read both of your wrecker works and rineicbeijcwjkdjs LOVED THEM!! wrecker’s my fav of tbb and i really feel like he needs more love😭 i'm gonna be checking out some of your other works later lol

anyways i saw that you were taking requests, so i went through your prompt list and saw two that caught my eye. they're 24. “You need to wake up because I can't do this without you.” and 18. “I almost lost you.”

i was wondering if you could write something with those prompts for wrecker please? like tbb + reader were able to rescue omega, crosshair, and tech (i am believer in tech surviving season 2 finale), but the reader got seriously injured during the rescue and is now in a coma. wrecker would be the one to say the prompts and it would be angsty like wrecker thinking the reader might die. but please let this end happily.

other than those details i trust your writing skills and process for anything! take your time writing, there's absolutely no rush!! and again your writing is soooo awesome!!😊😊

Well hello there!

I'm so glad you enjoyed those fics, and thank you for popping this request in - so sorry it's taken me so long to write it! I had a lot of fun with this one, and I hope it hits the spot 😁

I guess it's also technically canon divergent now S3 is out, haha 😅

Through the Darkness

No one said rescuing the rest of the Batch from Mount Tantiss would be easy - you just didn't expect it to go like this.

Pairing: Wrecker x F!reader

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: canon typical violence, reader in a coma for a bit, little bit of angst, but also dashes of hope, happily ever after.

Translations: sarad - flower

Hemlock has his hands on you, his blaster pressed to your temple. The sounds of fighting cease. Dead TK Troopers litter the floor. Wrecker and his siblings freeze, slowly lowering their weapons.

Your back is pressed to Hemlock’s chest, and there isn’t a clean shot at him.

“Anyone moves and your dear liaison will pay the price,” Hemlock states.

Rage flows through Wrecker. You were in danger, too far for him to grab and shield, and he had no idea what to do. He glances at his siblings – Omega curled against Hunter’s side with weariness painted on her face, Tech leaning heavily against Echo for support as his body protests the prolonged time standing. Crosshair had peeled off from the group earlier, searching for what or who none of them was sure. They were all back together again. A family again. He wasn’t about to let Hemlock take you from them.

Shakes start in your thighs, slowly creeping up your body until your arms and hands tremble, too. You’ve been in dangerous situations before, had your life threatened before - but you’re certain Hemlock would do it. The man is crazy and will stop at nothing to get his hands on your family. The sound of his verbal back and forth with Hunter is like white noise.

The slightest movement in the rafters above catches your attention, and your eyes dart up. Battered and bruised, Crosshair has found a vantage point and a rifle. Those hawkish eyes meet yours, and a silent conversation is shared. You do the maths. There’s only one way out of this. Thank the Maker you still trust him, even after everything.

You give an almost imperceivable nod, knowing he’ll catch it. You flick your gaze to the others, taking one last look, just in case. Echo, who’d joined you all near the end of the war and had so seamlessly slipped into the fold of your family. Tech, worse for wear after his fall on Eriadu, but with that same solid determination in his eyes. Hunter, the man who’d welcomed you into the squad all those years ago, listened when you shared your thoughts and didn’t make a fuss when you broke terrible news to them about the next mission. Omega, trying to hide her fear through bravery – so much for a young girl with such a pure heart to endure. And Wrecker, the imposing force of a man who’d always put himself between you and danger, who reached for you at every opportunity and consoled you when things had gotten too much – the man you’d quietly loved for some time.

With a shaky breath, you close your eyes, placing all your faith in Crosshair. The quiet sniper who’d at first sneered at you and flicked toothpicks in your face before he’d thawed out and helped perfect your aim, taught you how to use his rifle, and what to look out for when scouting.

The sound of his shot reverberates around the hanger, and milliseconds later, searing pain tears through your shoulder, pulling a piercing cry from your lips. Legs giving out, you crumple, welcoming the cold durasteel you hit.

You don’t know if they all made it out, but you pray they did.

Wrecker hasn’t moved in weeks, refusing to leave you alone. The memory of you being shot won’t leave him; the sound of your agony is stuck on repeat. You’d been in bacta for what felt like forever, the shiny skin on your shoulder a testament to its healing power, but it wasn’t enough to wake you from the coma you’d slipped into. Pabu’s only Doctor had insisted on removing you from the tank once your physical wounds had healed, transferring you to a standard medical bed.

Crosshair’s shot had torn through your shoulder, but the angle had been perfect. Wrecker hadn’t expected any less from his little brother. The bolt had exited you and entered Hemlock, hitting him straight in the chest. A kill shot. That hadn’t killed you. Or so Wrecker hoped. Even if you woke, your shoulder would likely ache for the rest of your life, and your arm would not be as strong as before.

The sound of the door opening pulls Wrecker’s gaze from your prone form and across the small room in Pabu’s clinic. Crosshair slides through the crack in the door, thin lips pressed together, brow pinched. He visits often, guilt in his eyes every time he looks you over. You might’ve okayed the shot, but it still tore at the sniper’s soul to have hurt you.

“Nothing?” Crosshair rasps, sticking close to the door as he glances between you and his brother. He’d never admit it, but fear was starting to settle in his gut. If you didn’t wake…

“Nothin’.” Wrecker confirms, shoulders slumped. “Been talkin’ to her. Doc said she might be able to hear us. Not that it’s doin�� much good.” He sighs, gaze shifting back to you. “Told her we all got out okay. That you and Tech and the kid are alright. Don’t want her worryin’.”

Crosshair makes a slight noise, acknowledging his brother’s words as his gaze lingers on your prone form.

“You stayin’ a bit?” Wrecker asks, using one foot to push out the spare chair at his side – the rest of their siblings often visited, too.

Hesitating, Crosshair lets out a small sigh as he moves across the room, lowering himself silently into the chair. He hadn’t stayed before, preferring to flit in for any news before disappearing. It hurt too much to see you this way, knowing he’d caused it. That and he was still working through everything that had happened during his time with the Empire, trying to fix his relationships with his siblings. But Wrecker needed him, so he’d stay.

You’d always hated the dark.

The shadows surround you, pressing in from all sides. Yet amidst the inky darkness, you find yourself standing in a solitary spot of light, its glow offering a semblance of warmth amidst the chill of the void. The lights kept appearing, and you’d learned quickly that when a new one glistened on the horizon, you had to run for it before the light you were already standing in disappeared.

You’d lost track of how many lights you’d chased so far.

Each one varied in intensity – sometimes brilliant beacons, other times mere flickers barely piercing the gloom. Yet, regardless of their brightness, they all held a magnetic pull, drawing you forward with an unyielding force. And each time you reached one, a brief respite washed over you, a fleeting moment before the next journey into the unknown began.

Scanning the horizon, you spot another light starting to beckon, its faint glow a promise of safety. With a heavy heart, you know what you need to do.

Taking a deep breath, you burst into a sprint. Each step forward is a battle against the darkness, its tendrils reaching out like icy fingers, eager to drag you into its embrace. Goosebumps prickle your arms, heart pounding as fear gnaws at your insides, but a stubborn determination fuels your movements. You can’t afford to falter, to succumb to the darkness, not after everything.

Worry lingers at the edge of your consciousness, a constant reminder of uncertainty. What lay beyond the lights? Will you ever find your way back to the world you once knew? The questions taunt you, echoing in your mind relentlessly the longer you spend here.

Yet, a glimmer of hope remains amidst the fear and uncertainty. Though the darkness threatens to overwhelm you, there must be a reason for the light. There has to be something causing it. Blessing you with it. Giving you these small moments of respite and keeping you in one piece.

You keep going. One foot in front of the other.

A shove yanks Wrecker out of sleep, and the big man jolts awake with a small yelp.

Crosshair snickers, leaning back in his seat, drawing his hand back towards his chest. “Sleeping on the job, vod.” He can’t help but jibe, his smirk melting into a frown at the sound of Wrecker’s stomach growling. “When’s the last time you ate?” He asks. He hadn’t wanted to wake him, seeing him finally getting some rest, but the sun was high in the sky now, and Crosshair knew it wouldn’t be long until Omega and Hunter swung by.

Blinking, Wrecker’s mind takes a moment to catch up with the fact he’s awake. “Urm, yesterday? Maybe?” He guesses, not really sure. The days were starting to blend together.

With a huff, Crosshair stands, long legs unfolding. “Will get you something. Can’t wither away before she wakes.” He mutters, grateful for the opportunity to leave and not have to sit any longer in silence with his feelings – he’d done enough of that for the day.

With a slight nod of appreciation, Wrecker watches as Crosshair heads out the door, hearing the gentle click of it shutting behind him. Hand wiping over his face, Wrecker shifts in the chair, stretching a little. But he can’t avoid the inevitable forever, and although it pains him, he looks you over for what feels like the millionth time.

Despite his imposing stature, he feels powerless.

He hadn’t been able to protect you - the woman he loves. He’s loved you since the moment he first met you in the hanger of a Venator, as you’d been assigned to him and his brothers as their liaison. You’d offered them a smile that had rendered him speechless, and his booming laughter had then filled the hanger when you’d quipped back at Crosshair as he'd sneered about them not needing a babysitter.

You kept them on their toes and blended in so seamlessly with their chaotic lives.

Without an audience, Wrecker clears his throat, leaning forward in his seat to gently take your tiny hand in his much larger one. “I hope ya can hear me, sarad.” He starts, voice mellow. “Been a few weeks now since we got ’em back.” He’s not sure how much you’re aware of, if the passing of time is something you’re experiencing. “Cross was just here. Finally sat for a bit. Think he feels guilty.” Wrecker pauses, brows furrowing, face pinching. “I feel guilty. Should have protected ya, kept ya close.” Wrecker’s voice cracks a little, emotion seeping through.

“We’re all here, though. Ain’t leavin’ ya, no matter what. Can’t wait for ya to wake up and tell us all how much trouble we’re in.” He chuckles softly, a hint of sadness in the sound. “Just...ya need to wake up ’cause I can’t do this without you.” He admits, a well of emotion pressing down on his chest.

Wrecker’s words hang heavy in the air, the weight of his emotions palpable even in the silence of the clinic. He wishes he could shake this feeling of helplessness and do more than just sit by your side, waiting for a sign of life. But for now, all he can offer is his unwavering presence and a steady stream of conversation, hoping against hope that somewhere within your subconscious, you can hear him.

Keep going. You need to keep going.

The darkness claws at you, desperate to slow you down and draw you into its embrace. But the light grows closer with every step you take, with every thud of your heart as you race forward. Amidst your footsteps echoing in the void is the faintest whisper of something familiar.

No.

Not something.

Someone.

“Wreck!” You cry out into the darkness, feet faltering for a second as you recognise the deep voice. The darkness tries to take advantage of your momentary hiccup, but with a yelp, you pick up your pace. The hope that lingers in your heart explodes. As you draw closer to the light, Wrecker’s voice comes into focus. “Ain’t leavin’ ya, no matter what.”

With renewed determination, you push yourself harder, every muscle in your body screaming for rest, but you refuse to give in. The light grows brighter, its warmth now palpable against your skin.

And then, just as you’re on the verge of stepping into the light, a sudden force knocks you off balance, sending you sprawling onto the cold, hard ground. Panic grips your chest as you scramble, desperate to continue your pursuit.

But the darkness has other plans, closing in around you like a suffocating blanket, obscuring the light. Amidst the coldness creeping through your body, you cling to the memory of Wrecker’s voice, a lifeline in the darkness.

Body straining, you crawl forward, ignoring the pain and exhaustion, determination burning bright within you. You don’t belong in the darkness. You belong in the light. With them. With him.

Straining, you reach out an arm, trembling fingers skimming the edge of the light as Wrecker’s voice comes through loud and clear. “…ya need to wake up ’cause I can’t do this without you.”

The darkness recoils.

With a final surge of strength, you propel yourself forward, breaking free from the suffocating grip of the void. The light envelops you, wrapping you in its warm embrace as the shadows recede into the distance, getting further and further away. Relief floods through you, tears of joy mingling with sweat on your cheeks.

Head tilting back, you look up at the light, a bubble of laughter escaping as you bask in the glow. Eyes fluttering shut, you savour the moment. Yet this time, when you open your eyes, there’s no darkness or blinding light anymore.

You blink. Once. Twice. The soft hum of medical equipment fills the air. And there, beside you, is Wrecker, head bowed, the weight of his hand wrapped around yours.

Everything seems to freeze except the frantic thudding of your heart. “Wreck…” You whisper, your voice hoarse from disuse as you dare to hope you’re back. Really back.

Wrecker’s head jolts up at the rasped sound of his name, his good eye widening as he meets your gaze, your name falling from his lips as his features crumple, a heaving sob of relief escaping him.

You slowly sit up, wincing at the ache that shoots through your shoulder. It’s still tender, but the pain is nothing compared to the overwhelming flood of emotions that wash over you at the sight of Wrecker’s tear-streaked face.

You reach out, cupping his cheek in your hand, the warmth of his skin grounding you in reality. “I’m here.” You murmur softly, your voice barely above a whisper, unsure if you’re trying to convince yourself or him.

Wrecker’s grip tightens around your hand as if afraid you might slip away again if he lets go. He leans into your touch, his words catching in his throat momentarily before he stands, leaning over the bed to envelop you in an embrace, protective yet gentle, conscious of your shoulder. “You’re back.” He murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. “Thought I almost lost ya.”

Weak but grateful, you return his embrace, feeling the warmth of his presence washing over you, grounding you in reality. A lump forms in your throat at the thought of him worrying about you, thinking he would lose you. “Not going anywhere, big guy.” You reassure him, sniffling as you try to keep a lid on your emotions. “The others?” You ask cautiously, dread curling in your gut.

“All made it,” Wrecker confirms, arms slowly uncurling from around you as he sits back in his chair, hand scooping up yours so he can maintain some contact.

Your dread is swept away and replaced immediately by relief; this time, you don’t bother holding back your sobs.

“No cryin’, pretty girl. Please.” Wrecker’s heart aches at the sight, his free hand moving to cup your face and wipe away the tears.

You smile through your tears, overwhelmed by the flood of emotions. Wrecker’s touch is like a lifeline. “Sorry.” You manage to choke out between sobs, trying to reign in your feelings. “Just...so relieved.”

Wrecker offers you a tender smile. “No need to apologise, sarad,” he murmurs softly, his voice filled with warmth and reassurance. A bolt of courage has him leaning forward to gently kiss your forehead.

As Wrecker’s lips meet your forehead, warmth seeps through you, chasing away the last remnants of the dark coldness. He pulls back a little, his gaze meeting yours, and the air feels electric. Without a word, you lean forward, closing the distance between you as your lips finally meet his in a soft, tentative kiss.

And you realize that amidst the chaos and darkness, love has always been the guiding light, leading you back to where you belong.

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starryylies · 3 months

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Simon with an emo gf :0 (or just any type of alt!!!)

SIMON WITH AN EMO GF

I’m so so so so so so so so so so so so so so sorry for replying so late like soooo sorry, and I love your req. like it’s really unique!! It’s awesome and I can totally imagine him dating an emo girl.

I hope this is to your liking!!! And if you have any suggestions always feel free to drop a message

☠︎︎ Okay so this man, I personally think he didn’t really care much about goth/emo culture before he met you like he just knew about it.

(Tbh he gives me emo vibes, esp w the skinny jeans)

☠︎︎ Looking at your clothes, your choppy cut hair all in all made him a bit reluctant to approach you at first simply because he couldn’t tell if he was in love with your style or if he was in love with you

☠︎︎ He lovesyour style omg, like the way you put your eyeliner from the way you make your hair every morning before you went out

☠︎︎ Definitely had made some very dark jokes about the stereotypes regarding emo.

☠︎︎ Whenever or if you guys go out nobody will dare to give you funny looks lemme tell you that, he will make sure nobody even looks at you funny.

☠︎︎ He’s really protective of you generally but when you guys go out it’s way more.

☠︎︎ He genuinely loves the way you do your eye makeup, enamoured while you do your makeup in the morning.

☠︎︎ He once asked you to do his eyeliner for him once.

☠︎︎ He is not a fan of clubbing or raves but goes with you nonetheless if you’re really into that just so you can be happy, his world lights up when you’re happy so how can we ever deny you.

☠︎︎ Thinks you’re the most beautiful woman in the world.

☠︎︎ If you’re a metalhead you both definitely go to those concerts together and collect vinyls and music from shops.

☠︎︎ If anyone dares to make fun of your fashion or your appearance they’re so dead. Like genuinely they’re 6ft underground.

☠︎︎ Whenever he’s out or deployed and he finds a shop where there’s some cute stuff (like skulls, bracelets, vinyls etc) he will pick it out for you to give when he’s back.

☠︎︎ Wears one of your bracelets before he goes for deployment, carries it as his good luck charm.

☠︎︎ He definitely doesn’t want to dye his hair but how could he say no to you so he let you dye his one strand of hair matching to yours.

☠︎︎ he would get matching skull bracelets for you guys.

☠︎︎ would get you a black ring with a small skull carved at the top of the ring.

☠︎︎ Starts copying your style a bit if you wear chunky bracelets he will try wearing them too when he’s at home.

☠︎︎ def has a I 🩷 emo girls shirt for himself.

☠︎︎ will let you do his nails black, once soap called him out for wearing nail polish and he just replied with, “my girl did this fo’ me i ain’t removing this”

☠︎︎ Is a proud and loving boyfriend all in all.

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becauseheartsgetbroken-hs · 18 days

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friends to lovers fics?? i need to feel something bestie 😭

Okay I know it took me soooo long but I'm sorry bestie and here you go!

what's more fulfilling than a story about a friendship turning into a love relationship right? So I'm beyond happy to share some of my favorite friends to lovers stories! (ofc there are so many amazing stories out there and I'm sorry in advance because I'm sure I'll forget many 😭 Also if anyone wants to add something in the comments feel free to do it because I'm always happy to discover new ones!)

So I' ll start with a story from my beloved @freedomfireflies (she has a story for everything, doesn't she? 🥰) : the series is called Teach Me and let me just say that it altered my brain chemistry!

Next is Maisy and Harry by @narryffdreaming 🥰 The flow is incredible, the writing's unmatched and it's like you're watching a movie! Literally amazing!

Also Friendy Favor by @be-with-me-so-happily is so fun to ready and I enjoyed it so much! It's awesome!

Of course @jarofstyles also have an amazing story with that trope! It's called Flame and it's truly wonderful! Once you start reading it, you will be unable to stop!

Also @jawllines ' bodyguard!harry (he and Y/N were friends when they were young) and fireman!harry are AMAZING 😍 I was a giggling mess when I read them! Believe me, they're amazing stories and both of these harrys are like two green flags with legs!

Oh also Just How Fast The Night Changes by @watchmegetobsessed is sooooooo good too!!! Had a great time reading it and actually I think I need to reread it because it's that good!

Also before I close this ask I have to recommend one more story! It's not an actual story, it's headcanons BUT I love headcanons and as it's been known @harrysblackcoat does the best headcanons (and concepts) so please go and read them!

Anywayyyy I think I can't think of anything else right now so I'm gonna stop here and I wish you a happy reading! Kisses!

#fic recs #ask #harry styles smut #harry styles fanfiction

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onepiece-fics · 6 months

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The strawhats reacting to receiving gifts

Summary: How do the strawhats react to receiving (personal) gifts? Gender neutral reader.

Authors note: Soooo the request was a lot more general than what I ended up writing but I hope this still works <3

Also I added links for pictures for most of their gifts if you're curious of how I imagined it :)

Warnings: Chopper and Brook are FULLY platonic!!

Word count: 2346

Luffy

Neither Luffy nor you are very materialistic people, but giving gifts isn’t always about that. You love doing various little crafts. You decided a while ago to start learning how to crochet, and your first project was gonna be to make a little crochet plush of Thousand Sunny!

After about a week of working on your project, you finally finish it, and you’re ready to give it to your captain. You go out to the lawn deck, seeing him playing around with Chopper in what looks like a game of tag. Of course, your captain is winning by quite a lot due to his powers. You shake your head before you call his name, feeling bad for the reindeer with the frustrated expression on his face.

“Luffy! Could you come here for a second?” you call out. He stops dead in his tracks and looks at you, arms behind your back. His interest is immediately piqued at how suspicious you look.

“Oh! Y/N! Whatcha got behind your back?” he asks, voice full of excitement. He tries to look behind your back, turning around your body to see what's in your hands.

“Here! I made this for you” you say, holding your arms out to show him the plush. It takes him a minute to register what you’re holding out to him, but when he sees what it is his face lights up with his iconic grin.

“Y/N!! That’s awesome!! You made Sunny!” he can’t hold his excitement anymore and he lifts you up by your waist and spins you around in a circle. He lets you go and looks intensely at the plush.

“Oh my god, I have to show Franky… Chopper look at it!!” he shows the reindeer whose face also lits up. He turns to you again, taking ahold of your shoulders with a grin on his face.

“This is absolutely amazing. Thank you so much” he says and gives you a peck on the cheek before he runs off to find Franky.

Zoro

Zoro is one of those people who’s absolutely awful at both giving and receiving gifts, but honestly, that’s part of the fun for you. On the last island you were at you found a jewelry shop and found a cool-looking bracelet that you knew you had to buy for him, and you couldn't wait to see his reaction.

“Zoro!” you exclaim as you see him waiting for you on the ship. His face lights up as he sees you and he greets you with an arm around your shoulder as you come up to him.

“I got you something!” you say, a smile wide on your face. He looks surprised, a blush on his face coming immediately.

“For me? Y/N you really don’t have to give me anything…” he starts as he receives the bag from the store and looks inside.

“Nonsense. I saw it and I thought of you so I wanted to give it to you” you tell him. He opens up the packaging the bracelet lays inside and takes it out, admiring the handiwork done on it. “Do you like it?” you ask as he puts it on his wrist.

“Uhm. Yeah, it’s really cool…” he says, blush still on his face. You know him well enough to tell that he loves it, even if he can’t express it well. The way his face flushes red will forever expose how he truly feels.

Nami

As much as Nami obsesses with money, you know that what truly makes a good gift for her are handmade ones. That’s why you decided to make friendship bracelets for the two of you. At first, you were scared she would find it silly, but after finding the cutest pearls and decorations on the last island, you knew you had to do it.

“Nami! I got you something!” you say as you approach her. She’s sitting under the tangerine trees, book in her hands and leaning against one of the trees. She looks up at you and smiles.

“Lean your arm out and close your eyes” you order and she obeys, putting her book aside. You carefully put the bracelet around her wrist and she smiles, she can tell just by the feeling of it what it is. As she opens her eyes her face lights up.

“Y/N! It’s so cute oh my god! Thank you!” she immediately gets up to hug you tightly, squeezing you tightly. You laugh at her reaction and hug her back. She pulls away from you to admire the jewelry on her wrist.

“Did you make this?!” she asks excitedly and you nod.

“Yeah, and I made a matching one for myself too!” you say, feeling your face heat up with a blush. Nami squeals in excitement and brings you in for another hug. She’s such a sucker for handmade gifts.

Usopp

Having found a funny-looking book in a bookstore, you knew that you needed to give it to Usopp. He needed to read it out loud for story time with you and Chopper. The three of you are sitting in the library, about to have your weekly tradition of listening to Usopp's stories.

“Oh, Usopp, I found this book, you should try reading it for us today!” you say excitedly. He takes the book and inspects it closely.

“Hmm, I suppose I could… I can’t promise it’ll be up to Captain Usopp's standards though!” he says, a smile on his face. You and Chopper shuffle excitedly, getting cozy and preparing for the story to begin.

“Wait, where did you find this?” he asks as he opens the book. His face is full of confusion and he’s scratching his head.

“Oh, I just found it in a bookstore at the last island…?” you reply, confused. “Is there something wrong with it?” you ask.

“No… It’s just… This is a very famous book from East Blue… And there seems to be an autograph from the original author…!” his face lights up as he turns to look at you. “Thank you so much, Y/N, this is so amazing! I can’t believe I get to read this all over again… And with his autograph…”

You smile at his excitement. A happy Usopp is a happy you.

Sanji

You know for a fact that Sanji will always love anything you give him, regardless of what it is. You still think he deserves the best of the best though, so you decide to crochet some nice and warm gloves for him. One night you both have nightly surveillance duty, and seeing him lighting his cigarette in the cold weather, hands shaking from the freezing air, you knew it was the perfect moment to give him his gift.

“Ah, Sanji, I made you something” you softly tell him. Taking it out of your pockets, you hand him a small present, all wrapped up in cute wrapping paper.

“Oh dearest! Thank you so much, but why so suddenly?” he asks as he receives the present. His cheeks are blushing and he has a warm smile on his face as he unwraps his gift. He gasps as he sees the gloves, soft wooly patterns across the palms, with the fingers freed at the top.

“Oh, you know… I just figured it was cold for you in the winter when you light your cigarette and all that…” you tell him shyly. He brings you in for a big hug and places his head on yours.

“Thank you so much, Y/N. I really don’t deserve this but… Thank you” he says, giving you a kiss on the top of your head. You snuggle into his chest and let out a content sigh.

“Sanji, you deserve all the gifts in the world”.

Chopper

You absolutely adore Chopper, just like everyone else, and you just absolutely LOVE making him even cuter. Having found a cute, pink scarf on the island you were visiting, you couldn’t not give it to him.

As you approach the deer from behind, carefully sneaking, you softly wrap the scarf around his neck. He lets out a noise of surprise and turns around to see you, squealing at his cuteness.

“Oh my god! Chopper! You look so cute!” you exclaim, grabbing the attention of your crewmates.

“Huh? Wait what?” he says, looking down at the scarf hanging around his neck. His eyes widen as he realizes what's happened. “Wait what?” he repeats again.

“I found this scarf and I thought of you! It fits you so well!” you say, and Robin and Usopp hum in agreement.

“It does fit you really well, Chopper” Usopp says, examining the deer up close.

“It’s really cute” Robin says with a soft smile on her face.

“I- I’m not cute! Stop! I’m a man, I’m not cute!” Chopper exclaims, an embarrassed look on his face. Despite his words, he’s making no attempt to take off the scarf. You all know he secretly loves to be babied by all of you.

Robin

Have you ever heard of the knitted sweater curse? It’s an old myth that if you knit a sweater for your partner, then you’ll break up! You knew though that that would never happen with Robin. All those people who broke up over a sweater were because they didn’t understand the amount of work that goes into one. Robin, however, is very well aware of the time and effort it takes to knit!

One chilly afternoon you approach her, sweater folded up in your arms and you give her a shy smile. Her face lights up as she sees you, making you feel giddy inside.

“I uh… I made you this sweater, I hope it fits” you say and hand it to her. She touches the wooly material, a smile big on her face.

“Thank you so much, dear. How long did this take you? It’s absolutely wonderful… It feels so soft, I bet it’s going to be so warm and cozy” she says, blush on her face. You know she’s not used to receiving gifts randomly so you can tell that she’s a little bit flustered.

“It took me a few weeks to be honest, but I’m happy you like it!” you beam a smile at her.

It didn’t matter how long it took you to make something, or how frustrating it was, it was always worth it at the end when you see the love in her eyes.

Franky

Franky is one of those people that’s kinda hard to give gifts to. You know that regardless of what you end up giving him, he’ll appreciate it, but you still want to give him something personal. After a lot of thinking, you decide to make him something super simple: a flower crown. After all, a cyborg wearing a flower crown would be cute, right?

“Hey Franky!” you say as you approach him. He turns around to look at you, and you motion at him to bend down to your height. As you lean towards him you put the flower crown on top of his head before giving him a quick kiss on the forehead.

“Oh? What’s all this?” he asks with a smirk on his face as he stands back up. He goes to touch the flower crown before you stop him.

“Wait what is this?” he laughs.

“No, No! Don’t take it off! Let me take a picture first!” you giggle. You take out your phone, snapping a picture of him and showing it to him. His smile widens and he laughs at the picture.

“It’s a flower crown! Isn’t it cute? I made it myself!” you exclaim and his eyes fill up with adoration.

“Thank you so much dear, I love it. It suits the cyborg aesthetic superrr well”.

Brook

Giving Brook a gift was always a gamble: you never knew if he was going to take it seriously or turn it into a dad joke. After you had found a cool-looking guitar plectrum in a second-hand store though you felt like you had to give it to him, it SCREAMED his vibes.

“Ah, Brook, I found this earlier and I figured you might like it” you say as you hand the skeleton the plectrum. He takes the plectrum and inspects it.

“Ooohh, Y/N, do you know what this is?” he asks and you shake your head.

“This… The symbol on this plectrum… It’s a symbol for a band that I liked when I was younger…” he starts. It’s hard to read his emotions, with the whole having no face and all, but you can tell he’s surprised to see it.

“Oh? What was their music like?” you ask him. Brook thinks for a minute.

“Ahh, it’s been so long since I heard it but… If you want I could try playing one of their songs?” he asks. You nod your head in response and call Luffy and Usopp over, knowing that they’ll love it too.

“Well… It goes kind of like this…” he brings his guitar out and starts playing, the music floating through the air. It’s a sort of soft sound, yet with a lot of emotions behind it. Luffy and Usopp are both moving their heads to the beat as if they’re in a concert crowd and you close your eyes to focus on the sound. It’s so beautiful.

The skeleton stops playing his guitar and takes a moment before he speaks.

“Y/N… Thank you so much for bringing back these memories. It really means a whole lot”. You look up at him with a soft smile.

“I feel like I could cry right now… Oh. But I don’t have any tear ducts!”.

And there goes the dad jokes.

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salmonskinrolltf · 17 days

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this is soooo embarrassing. I can’t believe I’m even typing it out. But dude, I’ve been a gaymer for as long as I remember. I’m 30 pounds too heavy. I’m 27 and living. With too many roommates in the suburbs. And well. I’ve been watching Glee lately. And I just got to the season around college and I was hoping I could rent some tapes. See, I’ve got this major crush on Darren’s character Blaine and itd be awesome to always be singing and dancing and having fun. I was never a theatre kid myself. Any chance you can help?

Almost like a miracle, right when you considered ordering a tape from Be Kind Rewind, one of your roommates got a VCR. You suppose. You’re not sure which one of them actually got it, but it’s right there, plugged into the TV in your living room, so someone must have. The only thing is, you’ve had to wait until everyone was out to use it. You double check that the door is locked and everybody is out for the evening. You’re embarrassed to be seen watching the show, but you’re embarrassed for another reason tonight, too. Because renting this tape feels like a special occasion, you’ve decided to cosplay as Blaine a little bit. Your hair is neatly slicked back and you’ve donned a cardigan and bow tie to match his put-together preppy look.

When you’re certain the coast is clear, you open the (thankfully discretely marked) package and a die rolls out into your hand. Oh yeah. The die thing. Weird. You toss it onto the coffee table and it lands on 4.

When the VCR whirs to life, you hear those a cappella credit trills that indicate whatever episode that was playing has already ended, so you jab the rewind button, humming the music quietly to yourself. You scratch your stomach and realize the fabric of your cardigan is much looser than it should be. You lift it up and see that your stomach has shrunk, flattening against your torso, which seems firmer and more lithe in general.

Stunned, you gaze at yourself in the nearest mirror, noticing how the new outfit looks even more Blaine-like after your bizarre transformation. In fact, everything is looking more Blaine-like. Your eyebrows thicken and darken, your slicked-back hair darkening along with them. As your lips plump up and your skin tans slightly, you realize you look like a total Blaine doppelganger. Your dick hardens in the thrift store pants you bought to match the overall preppy look. You look just like your crush! You’re not even questioning it, you just figure you must be dreaming or something. But even if you’re only dreaming, why let the opportunity pass you by to admire yourself more… privately?

In a daze, you wander into the bathroom. Instead of the pigsty it normally is, living with so many roommates, it looks neat and tidy. Tubs of hair gel neatly line the sides of the sink, and the mirror is decorated with playbills, a photo of Blaine and Kurt, and a bumper sticker for a local Lima, Ohio radio station. Not only do you look exactly like Blaine, you’re now in what seems to be his bathroom! You admire yourself in the mirror.

A thrill of excitement thrums through you and you unzip your pants, rubbing yourself at the thought of looking just like your crush.

As you pleasure yourself, you think about the various Glee characters you have the biggest crushes on. Could you use this VHS service to become them all? The thought makes you even more aroused. However, when Blaine returns to your mind, your dick deflates. Suddenly it feels wrong to be thinking about him. You try to cycle back through the other characters in your mind, but suddenly only the female ones come to mind. Brittany, Quinn, even Rachel. Your dick springs back to full hardness and you panic at the sudden shift in your sex drive. You shove your erection back into your pants but not before cum explodes into the sink. You hurriedly wipe it up with some toilet paper.

What the hell is going on? As you scrub, you don’t notice that the gel is slowly easing out of your hair, which curls and falls over your face in a more lackadaisical, unkempt fashion. Stubble sprouts from your cheeks, chin, and upper lip, slowly growing into a short beard. Your clothes morph from your preppy ensemble into more of a rocker vibe, your shredded T-shirt dipping into a V-neck that exposes the dark, matted chest hair that has been busy unfurling across your newly taut torso.

Right when you flush the balled-up wad of TP, a voice interrupts your panic.

“What the hell are you doing in my bathroom?”

You turn to the doorway and see Blaine Anderson standing there. Wait, that can’t be. Weren’t you just him? You turn to look at yourself in the mirror and see a much more rugged, sloppy individual than the person you were just a moment before. You look like Blaine, but… different. Older, somehow. And more unkempt, definitely.

This intruder, on the other hand, looks exactly like Blaine. He also looks annoyed. He taps his toe and runs a hand across his impeccably coiffed hair. “This is why I asked Mom for my own bathroom, so I wouldn’t have to wait for you all the time. How is it that I use 12 hair products a day and you still take longer than I do for everything?”

You’re too shocked to say anything. You’re unsure whether you’re more shocked by the words he’s saying or the fact that Blaine is standing just feet away and you feel nothing about it whatsoever. As your brain sputters, your body kicks into autopilot and you shrug.

“The gays haven’t cornered the market on looking good just yet, little bro,” you chuckle, punching his arm as you head back out into the hallway, which now looks like one that belongs in a pristine suburban home.

As you head back into your room, you notice that it looks entirely different. No game consoles in sight, just laundry strewn everywhere and a mini basketball hoop on the back of the doorway. You absent-mindedly toss a NERF basketball toward the hoop and it hits the rim, flying back in your direction and smacking you in the face, knocking you back onto the unkempt mattress that’s on the floor without a bed frame.

You groggily open your eyes and look around. Where the hell are you? Who the hell are you? You rack your brains. Oh yeah. David Anderson. Eldest son of one of the lamest families on the planet, smack dab in the middle of Buttfuck, Ohio. You scratch your hairy chest underneath your T-shirt and check the time.

You remember you have plans to grab some brews with the boys this evening before seeing the latest movie starring that hot actress you like, so you’d better head out quick so you can hit up the gym beforehand. You throw on your gym clothes, grab your water bottle, and rush out the door.

As you pass by your little bro’s room, you see him singing along to a Mariah Carey tune and practicing his dance moves. You roll your eyes good-naturedly. Singing and dancing aren’t for you, but you appreciate how into it he is. You figure that, for him, singing and dancing brings him the same joy that going to the gym and playing ball with your bros does for you. You leap up to smack the top of the door frame as you head outside, barely giving Blaine another thought as you walk down the street, anticipating the awesome evening ahead of you.

#roll the die #Be Kind Rewind #Gay to Straight #Chest Hair #Facial Hair #Jock

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fanfiction-blep · 1 year

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I don’t know if your request are open

But I would need some really overprotective/fluffy/slightly smutty boyfriend Quaritch with a fem!so how about she’s Lyle’s sister (don’t ask but I really like him I think he would be the fun friend you do all the pranks with😂) and he walks in on them doing something

Also I really like how you write your awesome and incredible I hope you have a good day❤️🫶🏻

Thank you so much! I am really so grateful to have so many kind anons who enjoy my work so much! I hope this is everything that you wanted! Lots of love have the best day anon 😘❤️

Brothers best friend~ Na'vi Miles Quaritch x Wainfleet Fem/Reader

Warnings: Fluffy, over protective boyfriend, possessiveness, slight smut.

So I will write this as ambiguous as possible and by that I mean, I won't clarify too much whether you are Na'vi or human.

So being Lyle's sister you are assigned to the blue team to ease transition to their new bodies and your own

The familiarity comforting to all involved.

Now Quairtch had a crush you as a human, but he never had the balls to speak up, the whole dying thing? Yeah that kinda pushed him to confess. You are either alone working on weapons or training or evening hanging out one on one.

His hand would stroke the back of his neck and he would be super nervous, he wasn't sure what it was, the new body? but whatever it was had him feeling all bashful and teenage like. He was genuinely nervous and he didn't like the power you held over him. Especially because he knew you didn't realise it.

You don't tell anyone at first, but it is soooo obvious to everyone around you. Quaritch is so protective, keeping you within arms reach at all times.

If you are out on a mission and he thinks for a second there is danger he'll push you behind him. Not because he doesn't think you are capable he just can't stand the idea of you getting hurt. If you bend down around him he will place his hand over any sharp edges so that you won't hurt your head. He will reach for things you cannot to prevent you from straining or injuring yourself trying to climb the surfaces trying to reach it yourself.

And then to make him crack Lyle pays one of the other recoms to hit on you in front of Quaritch, he just walks over arms crossed pissed as fuck. "Yeah we ain't doing this no more." He'll lean his arm over your shoulders capturing your lips in a deep quick kiss. "Don't ever hit on my girl again, understood?" The other man would nod a satisfied smirk on his face as Lyle slaps a couple 20s in his hand.

"So how long you been dating my sister Colonel?" Lyle would quizz. "Didn't realise I needed your permission?" He would smirk baiting him. "You don't- Just don't do that in front of me again" He gestured disgust painted over his face.

The first time you tried covering up your hickeys quaritch came over and removed whatever item was covering them, Lyle staring at the two of you. "When did this become a whore house!" He would throw his hands up in defeat. Quaritch would wrap his arms around your shoulders leaning in. "Ya ain't a whore princess, my lil cock slut. But ya no whore" You would blush and giggle into his chest.

He is so possessive. If he sees another man talking to you he will waltz right over "What we talkin' 'bout?" forcing a smile on his face.

Best believe you will have lots of jealous sex. It's not in a toxic or unhealthy way its in the hot, 'your mine' "no one else can fuck ya like this huh?" way

If you get sick he will take the day off to take care of you, asking Lyle if your parents made any kind of soups for you growing up and then making them himself. Laying in bed with you, his naturally cool skin helping you through your fever.

He always wants to be touching you, whether its his tail wrapping around your legs. His hands on the small of your back or even leaning his chin against the top of your head.

FOR HEAD KISSES.

If he is in a rush and can't really spare a minuet he will brush past you placing a firm kiss on your forehead. "Catch ya later sweetheart!"

This man melts when you reach for his hand, especially if you are in public, he likes people knowing you belong to him and he belongs to you.

Lyle has defiantly walked in on you two having sex, and he actually threw up a little. Then he walks in the room and scolds you. "You are banned, never again, NOPE!"

"It's ya own fault for not knocking" Quaritch would shrug. "Ya get enough ass let us be" You would just stand there and watch the other men bicker.

The first time you got injured on a mission he could carry you to the infirmary. "Mile's its a mild gash, I'll just need a few stitches. PUT ME DOWN"

"Mild my ass, I ain't letting you out of my sight again"

King of praise in the bedroom. "Ya doin' so good for me princess, take my cock so well" "Look at that pretty lil face, you so beautiful" "Ya gonna cum for me? be a good girl and cum for daddy common I know ya have it in ya... one more" "Thaaaat's it, just like that"

Uses his mouth for everything, if he hasn't marked you, fucked you or kissed you he hasn't done his job in his eyes. If you have a bad day he will defiantly give you a massage. "Ya so tense, let me help with that"

PRANKS. Oh my god. Quaritch had this grand idea to fake prepose to you in front of Lyle and mans lost his shit.

"YOU DIDN'T ASK ME TO DATE HER AND NOW YOU CAN'T EVEN ASK ME TO MARRY HER" He's so mad and upset it takes you two a day to convince him it was fake.

Then came the pregnancy scare prank. "How ya feeling today the tike giving ya problems again?" "The human kid?" "Nah the one i put in her..." Yeah he got a black eye for that one...

Then you just start messing with his room and belongings, putting hair dye in his shampoo. Flour bombs in his wardrobe, even staining his uniform. You've been pulling this pranks for years but having a partner means you can fain innocence.

Eventually he catches on but knows if he retaliates the Colonel will ramp up the war and Lyle has just given up with you two.

#avatar way of water #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #avatar #miles quaritch fluff #miles quaritch x reader #miles quaritch smut #miles quaritch #fluff #smut

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operationslipperypuppet · 11 months

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1: Baggin’ it with Balnor: Loud Libraries, Questionable Drug PSAs, and Staying Fit w/ Pendergreens (NADDPOD Aug 5, 2020)

2: Clash of the Corn Cuties (Fantasy High, Ep. 2)

3: “…AS ANY OF YOU” Blast from the Passed (Fantasy High: Sophomore Year, Ep. 15)

4: (finishes with “Only thing that could take us out was a trip to the zoo.”) Rolling up the Hill (A Starstruck Odyssey, Ep. 2)

5: (he misspoke, had to walk back everything, and didn’t remember what it was from. this was after 10 unrelated off topic minutes on the Flintstones.) D&D Court: Bonus Cases - King Robert Can Klump (w/ Ally Beardsley) (NADDPOD Short Rest Jun 24, 2022) [this is a Patreon-exclusive but it’s so unhinged i needed to include it]

6: (including writing a letter to his former wife and expecting her to read it while he watches, then ending the conversation with this song) Leap of Faith (Neverafter, Ep. 15)

7: Everyone else gave a number that was less than 5. Murph thought they were all crazy for saying numbers so low. He said sixteen. Hearthside Chat Q&A: What’s Your Clown Tolerance? (NADDPOD Short Rest, Oct 1, 2021) [this is also a Patreon-exclusive and it’s soooo goddamn ridiculous]

8: Cult of the Trident, thinking a child was named Nana, there’s literally too much to name Trinyvale x Bahumia Mini Arc: Eps. 1-3 (NADDPOD Feb 10, 17, & 24, 2023)

9: Donkey Kong One-Shot: A Bananksgiving Special (NADDPOD, Nov 27, 2019)

10: I’m literally so sorry there are so many moments, the man is insane. if you choose this, tell us what moment, and include the episode title/source/date so we can all enjoy the unhinged moment.

#dimension 20 #naddpod #brian murphy #a starstruck odyssey #fantasy high #fantasy high sophomore year #fhsy #bahumia #trinyvale

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megamindsecretlair · 8 months

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Once Upon a December

Pairing: Prince!Bucky x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. Smut. Making out, fingering (fem receiving), oral (fem receiving), PIV, PWP. Cursing. Dark, gothic undertones.

Summary: AU Bucky is a prince you visit in your dreams. He calls to you while awake and you can't wait to join him and dance in the ballroom. But no matter how much you try to enjoy the night, there is something wrong.

Word Count: 4,197k

A/N: I got this idea last night while watching a show and it had a music box in it. It got me thinking about Anastasia and arguably, one of the best songs in that movie. So enjoy a random AU with Bucky as Anastasia as the inspiration. I had soooo much fun writing this! I hope you enjoy. Likes are always awesome. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers!

He called to you more and more in the waking hours. You spent the whole day yawning and rubbing your eyes. Your eyes were watery all the time. Sleep. You needed sleep. You barely finished dinner by the time you were giddily slipping under the covers and putting your head on the pillow.

You slipped away, pulled to that far away and distant place…

He was there to greet you. He was so handsome. Dressed in a dark officer’s uniform with silver buttons and silver tassels, he also wore a cap slightly askew on his head. He stood by the large windows, facing you coming down the stairs.

You don’t remember getting dressed or getting to the stairs, but you were already halfway down. Your A-line ball gown was a deep navy blue, with silver swirls sewn into it making you shimmer in the candle light.

“You look like starlight,” he said. As you neared the foot of the stairs, he held out his hand to you. You placed your hand in his and he tugged you closer. His lips descended on yours. His kisses were hungry and desperate. He grabbed you around the waist and half carried you to the pillar in between windows.

He pushed you against it and the rough rock was cold against your bare back. You gasped from the shock of it but he was there to warm you back up. He pushed into you, kissing you and licking your lips. He tasted like something wicked. Like chocolate and secrets.

“I’ve missed you,” he said.

“I’ve missed you. I hear you when I’m awake. Why is that? Am I actually here?” You asked.

For weeks, you had been waking up in this strange land. It was like something out of a fairytale. The prince lived in a sweeping castle, with arched doorways and dome-like windows. The hallways were lit by candelabras and chandeliers. Paintings hung on the walls of ancestors. And they all looked like your prince. Dark hair, strong jaws.

“You are actually here, my little doll,” he said. He kissed you again. He couldn’t stand to be away from your lips for so long. And neither could you. All day, you’d dreamt of being right back here. In his arms. You had never felt such need before but it was a breathing, living thing inside of you. It was only satisfied when his hands were around yours.

His left hand was encased in metal and it held yours. A freak accident took his left arm from him but it only made him more rugged, daring, and handsome. His beard was full and soft. His hair was brushed back and styled on top of his head. He was your dark prince and a thrill went through you.

His deep blue eyes softened as he looked at you. He leaned down for another toe-curling kiss. He moved your hands over his military coat and down the front of his pants. His hardening bulge twitched while you palmed him. He pressed your hand against him, using the strength of his metal hand to keep it there.

“I must have you, my little doll. I can’t stand being away from you,” he said. He brought his other hand up to your face. A knuckle grazed your cheek as he gazed at you.

“James,” you said and smiled at him.

Someone cleared their throat next to you. James smiled and winked at you. He turned and stood in front of you, protecting you from the person who interrupted. You couldn’t see around the broad expanse of his back so you waited and breathed deeply to control your breathing.

“Your presence is required in the ballroom, your highness.” It was a masculine voice, a little old and reedy.

“We’ll be right there, thank you,” James said. He bowed his head and the man walked away. You think. It was hard to tell since there was a carpet running the length of the hallway. You assumed that James’ valet was trained to walk quietly. Seen but never heard unless called for.

This place was still so strange to you. There was an air in the palace. Like a great empty chamber and sometimes, it seemed like it was only you and James in the entire place. That was silly of course, James just talked to someone. But there were never any guards or people wandering the halls when you arrived. If James knew when you came every time, perhaps he cleared the space so that he could get you to himself. You sighed thinking of the notion. Of James being so possessive that he didn’t want anyone to even look at you.

James turned back to you and smirked. You’d never admit to him, but sometimes he took your breath away by simply smiling. He was so criminally handsome, it wasn’t fair. You would have followed him off the side of a bridge or inside a cave. Only if he kept looking at you just like that. Like he wanted to eat you whole.

He grabbed both of your hands and brought it to his lips. “I hate that I have to share you, even for a second,” he said.

“If we hurry, we can sneak out earlier,” you said. You wanted him just as desperately. You weren’t sure who dressed you or how you got dressed. You didn’t know who picked out this outfit or the corset. But you knew that you weren’t wearing any panties and you grew wetter by the minute, just thinking of having him inside of you again.

Almost as if he could smell you, he grinned and placed another kiss on your hands. He placed your hand in the crook of his arm and escorted you down the hallway. You held up the side of your dress so that you didn’t accidentally fall on your face. Everything had an enchanting quality to it. You knew you were dreaming, so you expected the edges to look fuzzy.

You thought that the ceiling was a tad too dark or the flickering flames dimmed as you walked past. But it was a trick of the light. Or perhaps your brain was filling in information as you moved through the space.

Whatever the reason, James was solid under your hand. His face was clear and his dark head was ringed by the passing light. Shadows played across his features. His eyes kept flicking towards you. He seemed so real. Perhaps he was. Perhaps you found yourself in another dimension or a palace that could only be accessed in dreams.

You weren’t sure. But you wouldn’t have it any other way. You’d spent the majority of your days wanting to get back here. You contemplated naps all day long. You didn’t care if you were sleeping too much.

James escorted you to the main ballroom. Music rose and fell from the open doorway and there was light chatter reaching your ears. He stopped just before entering and looked at you.

His lust and desire was raw and naked in his eyes. “One dance, my little doll,” he said.

You nodded. You didn’t want to wait even that long. But the Prince had to make some kind of appearance. He couldn’t disappear the whole night without making the rounds and pleasing all of the old aristocrats.

He escorted you into the ballroom with the announcement of his name and titles. You were introduced as well, your name carrying even over the music. James nodded at everyone and raised his hands. The people in the room clapped politely and smiled and waved at him.

James helped you down the stairs. You made it down without making a fool of yourself. People rushed you to gush over your dress and hair and makeup. The people were all dressed so finely in their coattails and ball gowns. Some of the ballgowns were bigger than others and others were more subtle.

Jewelry reflected in the light of the grand chandelier above your heads. The windows were open to show a starry night. More stars than you could have ever hoped to see in person, considering you were a city girl. You were lucky to see a spattering of stars where you were from.

There was a long table filled with refreshments off to the side of the room. People milled in front of it, picking up finger foods like sandwiches and crackers. They held tiny cups in their hands filled with champagne. There was an ice sculpture at the end of the table in the shape of a swan.

At the head of the room, the King and Queen sat on thrones. There were two kids playing in front of it, sitting on a blanket surrounded by toys. Older kids ran around the thrones, chasing each other. The King looked at his family and laughed at their playing.

You looked at the King as some sort of glimpse into what the Prince would look like when he was older. Would you see James when he got older? If all you had were dreams with him, would he age as you did?

James squeezed your hand and you looked at him. “Almost done,” he whispered into your ear. He kissed you on the head and let his lips linger there. He breathed in the dainty, floral perfume on you.

He escorted you around the room, saying hi to foreign dignitaries and the mainstays at court. They all smiled and greeted you. As soon as you turned your head too fast, people’s faces seemed to melt away revealing dusty bones and skulls. But when you turned back, people were normal.

Maybe it was the dinner you had. Perhaps you had gone to bed too fast on a full stomach. You had thought about skipping it again, but you didn’t want to wake up starving. You tended to eat everything in sight in the morning and that wasn’t healthy.

James made it across the room and you joined him in bowing to his parents. “How wonderful to see you, my dear,” the King said. His voice was loud and commanding. A voice suited to calling orders across a battlefield. Not eating from fruit trays and drinking wine.

“It’s wonderful to see you too,” you said and bowed your head. The King clapped and for a moment…well, his hands looked skeletal and decaying. The sleeves of his military coat were eaten through and had cobwebs hanging from it. You gasped but when you looked at his face, he was unchanged. You glanced back at his hands and they were still fleshy and pink and human.

“A dance!” The King decreed. James kissed your hand and led you to the middle of the dancefloor. The orchestra paused briefly as they shuffled sheet music. Then, the haunting notes of a song began.

James moved in closer, his right hand wrapping possessively around your waist. You wrapped your left hand around his shoulder and placed your right hand in his left one. The cool, heavy weight of it was like an anchor. He began to move and you let him lead you across the dancefloor.

The song was full of longing, passion, and stolen glances. It was full of tear-filled goodbyes and soft touches. Of long handwritten letters. Of obsession and possession and eternal belonging.

James spun you around faster and faster. He caught the shadows in between the light. One moment he was fine, the next moment his face was half decayed and crumbling. He smiled. You saw his gorgeous face one minute and a skull the next. Which was real? Why did your brain conjure up such a horrible image?

Other patrons in the room were dancing as well. They were a blur as James moved you through the throng of people. The more you looked, the more you picked out dusty ballgowns and cobwebs hanging from hands clutching tiny cups. Hair hung off of pale skulls and lips were peeled back to reveal bare teeth.

You clutched James’ hand and he pulled you closer. The smell of sweet rot fanned over you and you choked on the cloying scent.

“James! James!” You screamed. The shadows grew closer and closer until James stopped spinning you. The room returned to normal. The light was still shining, there were members of the court watching on the sidelines. On the floor, people were still dancing and twirling around you. Sweeps of the ball gowns created a moving dance around you. You felt like you were in the middle of a whirlpool.

“What’s wrong?” He asked. He pulled you close and you looked into his hypnotizing eyes.

“I thought…something’s wrong,” you said. He nodded and pulled you off of the dancefloor. He grabbed you a drink and you took a sip, letting it calm you down.

“I knew this was too much. Next time, we won’t have to dance.”

You placed your hand on his forearm. “It’s not that…it’s like there’s a nightmare trying to push. Trying to get me to see horrible things,” you said.

“I know of a way to fix that,” he said. His devilish smirk made you grin and bite your lip. You knew what he was suggesting and you wanted it. You nodded. He took your hand and tugged you out of the ballroom.

On the way out, he explained that you weren’t feeling well and he would see you to your room. Yes, you were fine. Please, it was only a precaution. Too much excitement and trying to keep up with everyone. That made them laugh.

Truth was, you didn’t really have a room here. Your alarm would wake you and you had to return to the dull, gray world of your waking life. You had a good life, but it was nothing compared to James’ world. At least they didn’t have to pay rent here and live in a world that thrives on tearing people down.

Excitement built up in your belly as you left the ballroom with James. You ran down the hallway, getting far away from the rest of the crowd. He took many twists and turns and you didn’t know where you were. But you couldn’t wait any longer. James tried the first room on the right and pushed you into the dark room.

Moonlight spilled into the room from the open window and it was enough light to see that it was a library. There were bookshelves stretching as far as the ceiling was high. There were armchairs and sofas for people to sit and read. There were a few desks for people that required deep research and enough space to do so.

James closed the door and crossed the short distance to you. He grabbed your face and pulled you close, kissing you. Your hands slid into his soft and fluffy hair. Your breaths mingled as you kissed all over each other. You kissed his lips, the corner of his mouth, sucked on his bottom lip.

He walked forwards, pushing you backwards. Your legs hit something and James kissed your neck as he turned you around. He unzipped you and you brought your arm up and around his head. It strained your arm a bit, but you needed to touch him.

He nibbled on your neck as he unwrapped you like a present. Your dress fell from your shoulders, over your wide hips and thick thighs, and pooled on the floor. He helped you step out of it and then he started on the corset.

You couldn’t breathe from all the anticipation of his hands on your skin. For every lace he undid, he kissed your spine and you cried out. His lips were so soft and warm, a stark contrast from the hint of cold on your skin from his hand.

“My little doll,” he whispered over your skin. Your flesh pebbled. His deep voice and the intimacy of the dark room drove you wild. Made this more wicked and forbidden than if you were in his bed.

“My Prince,” you said. Oh, you needed him now. Forget the corset. You didn’t need to breathe while he was inside of you. You tried to turn around, but he stopped you. He was near the bottom of the corset, right up against the top of your ass. He released you and you sucked in air.

He massaged your hips, your ass, and wrapped his right arm around your stomach and pulled you against him. You felt the outline of his cock into the crook of your ass and you wiggled. He groaned in your ear.

“Naughty little doll,” he whispered and kissed the shell of your ear. He gathered up your slip dress and bunched it around your hips. He dragged his right hand down your stomach and in between your legs.

You both groaned for different reasons. His hands were warm as he dragged them through your slick folds. “Already wet for me, my little doll? You know how to please me,” he said.

Your pussy clenched and you wailed. “Shh, shh,” he said. He kissed the side of your neck. He used his fingers to circle your clit and you bent forward. He kept his body pressed to yours so he bent with you.

He was the only thing keeping you upright as his fingers continued to please you. He fingered you until you were an incoherent mess. Your arousal dripped down your leg. He nibbled and suckled on your ear.

Your head dropped back, onto his shoulders. It allowed him better access to kiss and bite your shoulder. Your orgasm built and built until you were screaming his name as you fell apart. He chuckled at you, at how easily he made you cum.

He turned you around and kissed you, kissed your desperate huffing. You just came but you wanted him still. You wanted all of him.

He was still completely dressed. His cap was still on his head. You pushed it off and he lifted an eyebrow. You smiled as you used the limited light to unbutton his military jacket. You were shaking so badly that you fumbled in some areas but he didn’t help. He made you work for it.

He distracted you with occasional kisses and nibbling on your lips. “James! I’m trying to concentrate!” You finally said. You were halfway done. The buttons seemed to multiply and you were growing frustrated.

He chuckled and leaned back. “Fine, I’ll behave,” he said. You gave him a look. You knew he was full of shit, but you doubled your efforts. You finally got the damn thing off and you salivated over the black dress shirt he wore underneath.

You attacked those buttons, far easier this time. Each button that you unhooked, it revealed more of his luscious skin. He helped you pull it off of him. You grinned as you reached for his pants. His cock was straining against his pants.

“Ah, my little doll. Enough exploring,” he said. He pushed you onto the love seat. You pouted until he knelt slowly to his knees.

He was the prince of his kingdom and he was bowing in front of you. Your slip had fallen down as you were undressing him. He raised it now until you were bare and open to him. He pried your legs open more and he groaned as the moonlight highlighted your wet, glistening pussy.

He kissed your calves and then your thighs. His thick beard tickled as he alternated in between your legs. “James, please,” you begged. You couldn’t stand any teasing right now. It had been far too long. You didn’t know how time worked between your worlds. You were here yesterday but was it yesterday for him?

He chuckled, distracting you from your train of thought. “So impatient,” he said. He took his time reaching your pussy. He blew his breath across your clit and you bucked off of the loveseat. He used his left hand to push you back down.

He rubbed his nose against your clit and breathed deeply. He moaned and his tongue darted out to taste you. There was no more talking. He licked up everything you had, sucking on your clit.

Your fingers pulled at his hair and he groaned the tighter you pulled. He brought his right hand up to finger you while he suckled on your clit. His tongue swirled in tiny, close circles until your lungs burned from panting so hard. His left hand was still on your tummy, pushing you down. Forcing you to take what he was giving you.

You were sobbing and moaning. His fingers pumped into you. The only sounds in the room were your combined moans and the wet suction of his fingers inside of you. The sound alone was enough to drive your pleasure higher until you were near the peak.

James wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked. The pressure made you arch your back until you were screaming and moaning and climaxing all over his face. He continued to finger fuck you through it. Your hands ripped at his hair but it didn’t faze him.

Your hands relaxed first. You didn’t want to hurt him. He placed sloppy wet kisses on your thighs. He crawled up your body until he kissed you. His beard was wet from your slick and you moaned around your own taste on his lips.

His fingers worked on his belt and pants until he drew them down far enough to free himself. He kissed his way along your jaw and neck and dragged his thick cock through your drenched folds. He rubbed himself, getting himself wet with your slick. Then he entered you and you both moaned.

“Fuck. My little doll. I’ve missed you. I’ve missed this cunt,” he whispered against your neck. He slammed into you, over and over. The time for teasing was over. He filled you completely, every solid inch stretching you out.

He glided in and out of you so quickly and smoothly. His moans kept getting louder and louder. His left hand crushed your hip as he slammed you onto him again and again. The wet slap of your thighs filled the room.

Your eyes rolled back into your head. He was home, in between your legs. He filled that deep pit inside of you. The pit that only he could reach. Only he could satisfy.

“Look at you taking all of me, little doll,” he said. He leaned back far enough to look at your face.

He was half in shadow but this time, there was no decaying flesh. No scary skull with a permanent grin. He was just James. Just your dark prince. He was made for moonlight. His skin glowed and the shadows only highlighted the planes of his face, even through his thick beard and deep blue eyes.

He pumped into you, getting deeper with each stroke. He pushed down on your stomach, making sure you felt him. Felt him owning you. Pleasing you.

“You take me so well, my little doll. Let me hear you scream for me,” he said.

You cried for him, moaning and shaking around his cock. “James…” you whispered.

He nodded his head. He caressed your cheek with his free hand and ran his thumb down your lips.

“I know, little doll. It’s okay. Come for me,” he quietly demanded.

You nodded and stared into his eyes. He smiled at you, patiently, even though his strokes were anything but patient. They were bruising and punishing. He slammed into you hard and you held onto the edges of the couch as you came again. Your shuddering breaths made him finally cum.

He slammed into you one more time before stilling and emptying inside of you. You felt his hot cum fill you up and leak out of you around his cock. He sighed as he twitched. He pulled out and dropped down into a squat to watch his cum leak out of you.

You felt its slow glide down your cunt and over your asscheeks. He hummed in satisfaction before standing over you and staring down at you.

“I wish I could keep you, little doll,” he said.

You shook as the waves of pleasure washed over you. “I wish I could stay, my Prince,” you said. He climbed onto the loveseat with you and pulled you into his arms.

The moonlight made a soft halo around his head. “If I could find a way, would you stay? Would you stay here with me? I cannot sleep without you. My days are spent looking for you everywhere,” he said. He caressed your thick hair, playing with the edge of your temple.

“I would if I could,” you said. And you meant it. You wanted to stay here with him. You wanted his hands around you, forever.

James nodded. “I will find a way, my little doll. Stay until it’s time,” he said. He sounded so sad. He sighed quietly but you still heard him. You placed your head on his chest and listened for a heartbeat.

But there was none.

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