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baby-jaguar · 6 months

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CoD Wedding Headcannons

Some sweet love for our boys, hoping to cheer anyone up after MW3. While the photos do have fem/wedding dresses in them, I tried to make it as gender neutral as possible!

I hope everyone can enjoy!

Price

Getting married to Price warrants an old Hollywood glamour, something more intimate and small for the people you both hold close, so you can make memories of the long-awaited night while being able to relax in good nature of the celebration.

You both decided to find a nice speakeasy for both the ceremony and reception, as Price had surprised you and rented out the entire venue. The soft and warm glow of candles and old lights casted a romantic light on you, showing the etheral glow to you.

Price is a traditional man, and decided to save his first look to seeing you walk down the aisle. As your eyes lock onto his, he sniffles and the distinct tell of his moustance twitching is what keys you in on him being able to feel comfortable showing his emotions as he hones his ice blue eyes on you.

He did in fact, make quite the show for your first kiss, taking you in his arms and giving you a gentle but deep dip, showing off the romantic (almost steamy) touch of your lips as you lock in your unity.

Your first dance is a slow sway in circles, focused on whispering sweet nothings to each other in between the kisses you reach up to give him. Saving the absolute last dance for both of you, as the clock strikes into midnight and the day is now Sunday, Etta James' Sunday Kind of Love plays out softly as you sway together before heading up to your honeymoon suite.

Vows:

"My angel, you have been everything I believed I never deserved. You have shown me what I have always been missing, the love that I never knew of. I know I will never be able to amount to the thankfulness of you sticking by me through and through, I will never stop thanking the heavens of the gold and glory that you are, as you run through my veins to find your home in my heart.

Just as I fought by your side on the field, I promise to fight for our love, to shield it from any harm that may come its way. Through the scars and wounds we bear, both seen and unseen, I vow to cherish every part of you. Your strength, your vulnerability, your laughter, and your tears - they are all precious to me. Our love is a force that any creature made by god would fear, as I know we are forever to be unstoppable together, through every small and great task.

Together, we will conquer any obstacle that stands in our way. I promise to never forget the sacrifices made; honoring our fallen, for they have paved and protected the way for our love. They watch over us, guiding us, and reminding us to cherish every moment we have. I love you, with every last being of myself, and even past my last breath. Forever and always, angel."

Gaz

Gaz has a flair for the dramatics and also loves a fairytale and nature aesthetic. He requested a fairytale wedding, and it was an extravagant night for the two of you. Gaz values some traditions but was ready to blow those to the wind for his excitement to celebrate your love. You did a first look, and he was rendered speechless as he took in your form, tears already pooling and beginning to stream down his face.

Gaz took the time with you to learn a ballroom dance for your first song, impressing your guests and even yourselves with how beautiful and magical the two of you are. Cutting the cake was a very sweet moment for the two of you, as you both happened to have the same thought and booped each other on the nose with icing at the same moment.

Your wedding was held in a mountaintop venue, the night sky showing all the stars that shined brightly and reflected on a lake, approving of your love as if the faries make an appearance for your royal court of a wedding. As you danced the night away, Kyle was sure to keep a mix of whispering the most heart warming sweet nothings, and making sure to catch your reaction by the photographers when he murmured sinfully sweet thoughts in your ear.

Vows:

"Through the chaos and uncertainty, you became my anchor, guiding me with your strength and infectious spirit. Together, we have faced the darkest of days, and it is in those moments that our love has grown stronger. When I look into your eyes, I see a reflection of my hopes, dreams, and desires.

Your love has breathed life into my soul, and I vow to nourish that love with tenderness and compassion. I promise to be your confidant, your partner, and your best friend, as your happiness is everything that can and will continue to let my heartbeat to our special song. I promise to be the keeper of your dreams, the one who will protect and nourish you from any challenges we face, always together.

You are my life; I will walk beside you, hand in hand, supporting you in every step. You are the greatest reward life has ever, granted me. With every beat of my heart, I will love you fiercely, unconditionally, and without reservation, for you are the missing piece that completes me."

Soap

Johnny was all for having a fun and colorful wedding, and a maximalist and retro decor was decided on. Because for a MacTavish? Go big or go home baby.

He never stopped smiling the day of your wedding, his astonishment at the environment and scene of your unity never leaving his face. You decided to read your vows privately to each other, holding hands and having your backs to each other while waiting to have your first look down the aisle. Under disco balls, your first dance felt like something out of a movie.

Johnny was one to always show off, and he was sure to spin and dip you around, his strength holding you as he even lifted you and twirled you around. Now as a real MacTavish, you both knew how to throw a party and made sure that your open bar helped your guests get as wild as you two are.

If you did decide to wear a garter, or simply put one on for the tradition, Johnny made a damn great show of taking it off; crawling underneath your dress/between your legs and made you squeak in embarrassment as his stuble tickled your thigh.

Vows:

"Today, I stand before you, to pledge my undying love. You, my little sparrow, have held my attention, obsession, and heart from the moment our eyes met. I promise to always have your back, whether we're dodging bullets or just trying to figure out what to have for dinner. With you, life is an adventure, and I can't wait to tackle it together.

I promise to be your partner in crime for life, always up for exploring new horizons and creating memories we’ll never live down, But as long as we're together, every moment will be an adventure worth cherishing.

You bring laughter and lightness to my life, even in the darkest of times. Your smile is like a ray of sunshine breaking through the storm clouds. Life is too short to not enjoy the simple pleasures, and with you by my side, every moment is a treasure.

I vow to keep the flames of passion alive, As Our love is a fire that burns bright, even amidst the chaos. I promise to keep the spark alive, to always pursue you with the same determination and intensity that challenges the forces of this earth."

Ghost

Simon was enthusiastic to have a wedding that featured a dark and mystical aesthetic. He wanted something small and private, requesting that it be some of your closest friends and family to spend the special night together.

With a romantic and dark church, it was a powerful and mystical wedding that incorporates both of your energies. You both decided not to have groomsmen/bridesmaids and instead placed altars of your fallen teammates and loved ones under the arch with you two, feeling their love in your unity.

Simon waited for his first look down the aisle but began crying with a wavering voice during your vows. During the first dance, he lifted you to stand atop of his feet, holding you as he moved the both of you in a surprising fashion of a waltz, elegantly for the seasoned stealth veteran.

His eyes seemed to swim with tears, iris' almost as black as his pupils in the dark lit church and ballroom. His eyes were rarely straying from you, far to enamored with keeping every memory to be held in his soul- even in the next life.

Vows:

"From the darkness where death once consumed us, to the light that now shines through our love, I stand here today, my heart laid bare, to vow my eternal devotion to you. In the face of danger, amidst the chaos and uncertainty, our love has blossomed like a fragile flower, defying all odds. Today, I stand here, a silent guardian, to pledge my undying love and devotion to you. In our promise, my heart will always yearn for your touch, laughter, and the warmth of your presence.

Through the pain and loss we have endured, I promise to cherish every memory we share. Your laughter, your touch, your soul - they are etched into the very fabric of my existence. I will hold you as tenderly as the spirits did when creating you, as you are a gift that I will forever cherish. In this broken world, I vow to mend any pieces of your heart, to hold you close when the weight of the past becomes too heavy to bear.

I will be your strength when you feel weak, your rock when you need stability. With you, I have found a love that mends the scars of the past."

Graves

Phillip desired a venue within the wilderness and countryside, deciding that a farm with a Barn reception was perfect. His vows were as strong as his commands, his voice was deep and rich with honey, and maybe a few tears, as he spoke his heart out to you and let the crowd hear just how much you have changed him into a loving man.

You partook in “burying the bourbon,” planting a favorite bottle in the ground of your wedding venue, one month prior. Once dug out, you intertwined arms and took shots all night, the heat of the drink and your love enveloping you both. two-stepping through the night on the dance floor, he twirled you expertly and dipped you low to the ground before always leaving a kiss on your lips.

It was during the ceremony that he surprised you, having ordered a mechanical bull for you and the guests to ride. Taking you and himself on the first ride, you laughed so hard you cried at how silly, but fun it was.

Taking you to the airport after the wedding, he had a classic American car with a "Just Married" sign on the back. And of course, the Shadows were your escort to the airport.

Vows:

"My sweetheart, from the moment our stubborn hearts crossed paths, I sensed a connection deeper than what ties us to this life. I will be a guardian of our love, ensuring that it shines brightly in every step I take, and every breath I draw, as you are the whisper that breathes into my greatest devotion.

In the depths of my soul, and the depths of you, I promise to carry our love of shared laughter, whispered promises, and the unspoken bond that will forever be the piece that grounds me in this realm. I vow to live a life worthy of the love you bless me with, to carry forward the lessons you teach me, and to honor the sacrifices we have made to make it this far, together.

Your courage, compassion, and unwavering loyalty will forever inspire me, my angel, whom I vow to cherish and love and you beat your wings to the pulse of my heart.

As I walk this Earth with you by my side, I know that we will be forever united no matter the realm we are in. As our love knows no boundaries, and as we exchange these vows, we will be together, holding each other in a timeless embrace. To the moon and farther, you are my saving grace. ”

Alejandro

Alejandro was excited to celebrate your commitment and love to each other, already planning a massive celebration between each other's families, friends, and Los Vaqueros, who helped set up your beautiful wedding. In true Vaquero fashion, the Wedding Lasso Ceremony was incorporated.

By a thick cord of white rope, the priest tied it around you two in an infinity shape and blessed your unity to eternity. As he read his vows to you, Alejandro tried very hard to not cry but in the last paragraph (and from hearing his own mother’s soft sniffles in the crowd) he had a quiet sob while his eyes found yours, reciting the lines from his heart.

As the ceremony concluded, you and Alejandro rode your horses down the streets of the town, waving and smiling at all who had come out to shout and cheer for your parade of love in La Callejoneada, many throwing rice and flower petals towards you two in a token of celebration. Your wedding was held in an orchard of Mango trees, the meaning of affection and adoration not.

Vows:

"Mi Amor, as we stand together, I vow to be the person you deserve, to love you unconditionally, and to be a witness to your growth and transformation. Our love is a flame that burns brightly, illuminating the path before us, and I am grateful to walk it by your side.

In your eyes, I find the force that drives me to be what you deserve, as you are the most sacred thing to ever cross the path of my heart. Eres mi existencia, la luz que hace que mi sangre lata en mi corazón como siempre ha sido el tuyo. (You are my existence, the light that makes my blood beat into my heart as it has always been yours.)

Mi Vida, in you, I have found a sanctuary where I can be myself, unburdened by the weight of the world. I vow to be your shelter and support, and together, we will create a haven of love and understanding, where we can always find solace and rejuvenation.

Desde este día en adelante, caminaremos juntos por el sendero de la vida, enfrentando los desafíos con valentía y compartiendo las risas y los sueños. Mi amor por ti trasciende las palabras y se manifiesta en cada gesto, en cada mirada, y en cada latido de mi corazón."

(From this day forward, we will walk the path of life together, facing challenges with courage and sharing laughter and dreams. My love for you transcends words and is manifested in every gesture, in every look, and in every beat of my heart.)

Rudy

Rodolfo was ready for a celebration but wanted to keep it intimate to your closest family and friends, and of course, Los Vaqueros as well. You both chose a beautiful wedding venue next to the beach, having the white decorations tied into the beautiful white sand and blue ocean water.

Exchanging Las Arras matrimoniales proved to be heartwarming as the priest and los padrinos y madrinas made sure you felt the love as you became a Parra, a member of their family. You were surprised as Rudy managed to only have his eyes water during his vows but his voice wavered, and he had to clear his throat multiple times while reading them aloud.

That didn’t stop his voice from showing his conviction and devotion; entering the reception, Rudy placed you on a lone chair in the middle of the dance floor and lined up with his men and a mariachi band. Under the sunset, he serenaded you. His voice rang out richly and perfectly, causing tears to stream down your face as your hand laid over your heart to try and keep it still.

Vows:

“Mi Cielo, your presence in my life has been like a symphony, each note perfectly harmonizing with the next. Together, we have created a melody that resonates deep within me. You have become my muse, my inspiration, and the beat of my soul.

Mi Corazón, prometo nutrir nuestro amor como una flor delicada, cuidándolo con cuidado y devoción. Así como un compositor cultiva su obra maestra, yo me haré cargo de nuestro amor, colmándolo de cariño, comprensión y respeto. Nuestro amor florecerá, irradiando su belleza al mundo. (My Heart, I promise to nourish our love like a delicate flower, tending to it with care and devotion. Just as a composer cultivates his masterpiece, I will take charge of our love, showering it with affection, understanding and respect. Our love will blossom, radiating its beauty to the world.)

Our love is a masterpiece, and I promise to protect it with all my being. As we embark on this journey together, I vow to always walk beside you, hand in hand, navigating the twists and turns that life may bring. Our love will be the melody that carries us through, and with you by my side, I am confident that we can conquer anything. En este día y todos los días venideros, me comprometo a amarte con cada fibra de mi ser. (On this day and every day to come, I commit to loving you with every fiber of my being.)

Our love is a melody that sings of devotion and commitment, and I am honored to be the one who shares this beautiful symphony with you.”

König

While planning your wedding, König asked for a deal between you two for the ceremony. If you granted him a private elopement, he would deliver the wedding of your dreams. Deliver he did, as he picked a literal castle for your venue. An enchanting and historic architecture with plants adding to the mystical feel, he made you feel as decadent as two rulers who are together forever more and uniting two kingdoms.

He chose to speak his vows privately to you, with a camera pointed towards you to watch as you both had tears running down your faces at the words spoken softer than any feeling your heart has ever felt before. However, he knew that a party was needed to celebrate your love, so the reception was held in a ballroom that overlooked the forest.

As a man who values his heritage, you and König had a private ‘Brautraub’ where you hid within the castle, waiting for him to figuratively seek and kidnap you as a symbol of starting a new portion of your life with him as he (literally) swept you off your feet and into his arms.

Vows:

"Mein Schätz, our love is vital as the bond between two rulers has created a kingdom of love and unity that reigns within our souls. You are the crown of my life, the sun that illuminates my kingdom. With you, I have experienced the true meaning of love and devotion as you have captured my heart, forever I will honor and protect you, as you are my guiding star that will lead me to my heaven.

Mein Liebling, ich gelobe, unsere Liebe wie ein kostbares Juwel zu hegen und sie mit Hingabe und Aufmerksamkeit zu pflegen. Ich gelobe, unsere Liebe immer zu nähren und sie stärker zu machen als einen funkelnden Diamanten, denn niemand wird jemals meine Hingabe an Dich schmälern. (My darling, I vow to cherish our love like a precious jewel and to nurture it with devotion and attention. I vow to always nourish our love and make it stronger than a sparkling diamond, for no one will ever diminish my devotion to you.)

Meine Sonne und Sterne, I vow to cherish and nurture our bond with tenderness and care. Like a king protects his kingdom, I will guard our love fiercely, shielding it from harm. Our love will stand as a beacon of hope, one that is a testament of royalty, radiating its warmth and beauty to all who witness its majestic journey. Ich liebe dich für immer.”

(Meine Sonne und Sterne = My Sun and my Stars. Ich liebe dich für immer = I love you, forever.)

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mschoiyuki · 2 months

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Let Me Hear Your Voice

Trafalgar Law x f!reader

tw : a sprinkles of angst to fluff. alcohol consumption. SFW

wc : 5.2k

a/n : Second part to Silence.

Let's just say the set is when Luffy becomes the King of Pirates, and all of them just enjoying life peacefully now. And Law gets his sub again.

At first I want to keep it short, but I got carried away. I hope it's not to cheesy. I'm sorry for any grammar errors.

It's best to read this while listening to :

❆ Bruno Mars - Talking to the Moon

❆ Taylor Swift - Red (Taylor's Version)

❆ Taylor Swift - Don't Blame Me

Enjoy ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

"Law! Look! This polar bear looks like Bepo." You tug Law's sleeve and show him the polar bear keyring, eyes beaming and smiling ear to ear. Law can feel the light thump at his heart when he see your smile. Law raise his hand and reach your face. When his hand touch your cheek, you vanished into thin air. Law eyes widened and he frantically try to grasp the place that you stand just a moment ago, "No. No.. Y/N... NO!!" Law shouts and open his eyes, his hand up in the air as if he tries to reach something, someone. He can feel his tears rolling down to his cheeks, his breathing ragged. He sits up trying to catch his breath, he looks out at his opened window, feeling the afternoon breeze.

Law wipes the tears and pinch the bridge of his nose. He sighs feeling his body getting heavy. Law lays back and try to sleep again, just to meet you. Just to see your smile again, just to hear your voice, your sweet voice calling his name.

"Heh. So pathetic." Law drape his forearm to cover his eyes, biting his bottom lips until he can taste the blood seeping out. He tries so hard to not cry again.

How many days has passes since you walk away from him? How many days and nights you always come to his dream? How long he has to endure this torture? Is there really no hope for you to come back to him? Does what he said to you is not enough? I love you, is that not enough? Do you really don't love him anymore?

"Umm, Captain." Bepo knocks on Law door cautiously.

Law let out a long sighs, "What, Bepo?"

Bepo slowly opens the door enough for his head to pop in. Sachi and Penguin also pop their head in to check on their captain. "It's almost dinner time, you should come out and eat." Penguin try to say it with a cheerful tone.

Law lays on his side showing his back to the door, "Not hungry."

They sighs quietly and looking at each other, then they close the door leaving their captain.

"So... What are we gonna do about this?" Sachi scratch his head as they walks to the dinning area.

"No idea. We even don't know what he's been thinking. Does he still can't get over Y/N?" Penguin cross his arms.

"Why does that matter?" Bepo innocently ask.

"So then we can think what are our next step is. You stupid." Penguin and Sachi says in unison.

"I'm sorry." Bepo hung his head down.

"We should talk to him. We can't let this goes on. He looks terrible." Sachi shakes his head.

"We should talk to him after dinner." Penguin nods to Sachi, agreeing with how terrible Law is right now.

As the night comes, Penguin and Sachi strides to Law's room bringing his dinner as excuse. They knocks and let themselves in. They thought Law will be still at the bed, turns out Law is sitting on his desk chair being absentmindedly staring at his scattered papers. His left hand propped at his jaw while the right hand is holding something.

“We brought you dinner, Captain.” Sachi put down the tray in front of Law’s face.

Penguin and Sachi can see clearly now what’s Law been holding and staring. Your letters and the sketch sheets.

“Law, we need to talk. As a friends. Not as subordinates.” Penguin taps his finger to Law’s desk to get his attention.

“Not hungry.” Law keep staring at your letters without looking at them.

Sachi just sighs, tired with Law antics, “Do you still love her?”

Law jolt at Sachi question, he glances at his friends, “Why?”

“Just answer it. Yes or no will do.” Penguin getting irritated.

"Yes..." Law murmur, glancing back to your letters.

"Let's try again, Law. Let's try to win her back again. For the last time." Penguin tries to persuade Law.

Law brings his full attention to his friends now with a frown adorn at his face, "She already hate me, what's the point to do that?"

Sachi lets out a dramatic sighs, "Seriously, Law? You're smart but how can you be so dense?"

Law glare at Sachi, but Sachi won't back down, "You haven't try it yet then why are you so sure that she really hate you?"

"Because she said so herself! Right in front of my face!" Law slams the desk making Penguin and Sachi shrieks.

"Calm down, Law. That day when you talked to her, we saw her walked back to Sunny and she wiped her face." Penguin tries to soothe Law anger.

"What? Do you mean she was crying? After she left me?" Law squints his eyes doubting his friends, "Did you just make it up so I don't get so depressed?"

"We saw it, Law. She wiped both of her cheeks. If it's not crying then what?" Sachi tries to convince.

"Come on, Law. This is so not like you. You looks like a living corpse right now. You should try again. You always make a great plan to everything. So why not try to make a plan to win her back again?" Penguin gives his long lecture.

"One more time." Sachi tries to persuade again.

Law stare and graze your letters, "Yeah.. One more time."

Sachi and Penguin fists bump under the table. They pray this time you will be back for sure. Because they know you are the only one that can save their Captain and makes him get on his feet again, gives love to him, a true love.

“But before that. We need to know what’s you said to her that makes her said she hates you.” Penguin leans his body forward.

"Wh- Why you guys have to know about it?" Law's face turn red with the unexpected question.

"So... We can know did you do the rights things or not back then." Sachi shrug.

Law scratch his nape and tell them everything that happened that day.

Sachi and Penguin looking each other with mouth agape, "Oh. My. God... No wonder she said that besides what you did to her." Penguin clasp his mouth and Sachi shakes his head in disbelief.

"I said I love her, what's wrong with that?" Law furrow his eyebrows.

"You see, Law.... A real gentleman should know how to apologize. You leads her with your hints and you hurt her too with you being a jerk. Instead of sorry you jump to said you love her. And you didn't explained to her about WHY you did that stunts, right?" Penguin preach with his serious face.

"Seems like it's quite a long way to go, Law. Since you have to start again from zero." Sachi sighs and shakes his head.

Law just realize how stupid he is. Being so impatient to brings you back he forgot the crucial word. And he even didn't explain all the things to you.

"Right. I haven't apologize to her. I need to explain everything to her." Law face brighten by thinking of the chance to bring you back this time.

"Hear me out. Here's the plan...." Law starts discussing the plan to both of his friends.

Law prays that this plan to works and you will back. He doesn't dare to think what if this time the plan didn't work. He need to success this time.

Let's try it again one more time...

When you wake up from your slumber with another puffy eyes and headache, you also feels your throat hurts and hoarse. Your voice is finally back. Funny how Law is the reason you lost your voice and yet he also give your voice back.

You greet the crews with hoarse voice and small smile, to reassure them you're okay. Sanji already serves you lemon water with honey for your throat, ice pack for your eyes. Chopper brings you medicine for your headache. "Luffy, just drop me at the next island. I don't want to burden you guys more than this. You guys already done more than enough for me." You cough, still not getting used to speak again after a long time.

"You are never a burden to us, Y/N. We've been fighting together at Wano too. Just stay. It's okay." Luffy reassure you in a calming tone.

"Thank you, Luffy. Really, I'm really appreciate it. But I don't think I want to be at sea for the time being. And I'm even not your crew, this is just makes me a little bit uncomfortable. You guys help me a lot. I even don't know how to give my thanks to you." You try to convince Luffy.

"Umm... I'll think about it, but for the time being just stay with us." Luffy tilts his head and pout.

Nami tells Luffy to dock at the next island. Saying you need a breather from the mess.

When Sunny docked at another island, Nami and Robin wants to take you to the village to do some shopping. They just want to makes you feels better, to forget the second heartbreak.

When you guys walk not to far from Sunny, Nami forget to bring some treasure to exchange it to berries at the pawn shop, "You guys go first! I'll catch up later!" And she run back to Sunny.

After she find the treasure and passing by the kitchen the den den mushi rings. Luffy being the one that sitting near the den den mushi picks it up immediately, "Hello! You're are speaking with The King of Pirates, Luffy!"

The others just drops their jaws with how Luffy answer the call. "Mugiwara-ya, this is me. Trafalgar Law." the den den mushi speaks.

The kitchen falls to dead silent when hearing the name, thankful that you're not on board now. Nami snatch the speaker and answer it with icy cold tones, "What the hell do you want, Torao?"

"Nami-ya, I need to discuss something with Mugiwara-ya." Law answers with a calm tone.

"You can discuss it with us now." Nami fuming, gripping the phone tightly.

Law sighs, "I need to brings Y/N back with me."

"Not gonna happen! After whatever dirty things you did to her, she's not going back to you." Nami yells to the den den mushi.

"It's not you to decide she will comes or not. It's her decisions. And I'm still need to straighten some things with her." Law still tries to compose himself.

"He's right, Nami-san." Sanji lights up his cigarette, "Even though Y/N-chan is hurting but you can see at her eyes, the longing eyes." Sanji puff out the smoke and talks in whispered tone so Law can't hear it.

"Everyone deserve a second chance, Nami-san." Brook tries to calm Nami's rages.

"But he doesn't deserve it." Zoro chime in at the corner.

"Nami-ya, just let me talk to her. For the last time." Law sounds desperate now, trying to convince the group.

"Fine. What's your plan, Torao?" Luffy takes back the speaker.

"Let me join you guys for awhile. Let's just say that we form another alliance or something. Where are guys right now? I'll meet you there." Law tries to hide his excitement.

After Nami gives Law their location, she tries to warn Law again, "If you do something stupid to hurt her again, I swear that I'll let Luffy and the others kill you."

"I won't." Law click the den den mushi off.

"Should we tell her about this?" Nami ask them.

"I don't think we should tell her. If she knows in advance maybe she will leave again? Who knows." Sanji put the cigarette back to his mouth.

"Fine. But I still don't like this idea." Nami furrow her eyebrows.

"Me neither. If he does something uncomfortable to her I'll slash him immediately." Zoro sips his sake.

"What, Marimo? Don't tell me you like her?" Sanji smirk teasingly to Zoro.

And the bickering starts between them. Nami goes back to the land to find you and Robin.

After Luffy agrees to help Law, he immediately tells Bepo the island and they starts their journey to find you. To bring you back to where you belong.

Two days after the calls, the other crews just enjoying the island. They keep their mouth shuts about the calls from you. But they still try to cheer you up in their own ways. Since you don't want to burden them with your heartbreak, you just helping them here and there. Trying to enjoy the funs with them.

At the third days, after you've done helping Chopper at the infirmary, you walks to the deck to join Nami and Robin to enjoy the afternoon snacks prepared by Sanji and to enjoy the breeze.

Then something emerged from under the sea. The yellow sub you know damn well whose it belongs to. You freeze and grips the glass tightly it almost break. Suddenly the man who breaks your heart appear at the Sunny's deck.

When Law arrives, his eyes searching for you. There you are, the woman he loves yet he hurts so badly. Looking gorgeous as ever. Law really wants to walk straight to you, to hug you, to brings you back to him. But he has to take this slowly, he needs to follow his plan.

Luffy jumps on Law when he see Law, "TORAO!! Long time no see!"

To prevent Luffy ruin his plan, Law takes him to the kitchen after he greets the other while glancing over you.

You try to calm down with his sudden appearance, maybe he needs something with Luffy, don't think he is here for you. Nami and Robin glance at you, this time Nami can’t help but ask you, “Can we know the reason why you left him, Y/N?”

You grips the spoon and peer at Nami and Robin from the parfait glass, pondering should you tell them about your feelings to Law and the reason you left him? You decide to tell them because you never told anyone about this, not even the Heart Pirates crews.

After hearing your story, Nami and Robin just realize how much a fool Law is. "Then, do you still love him?" Nami leans in.

"I don't know." You stirs the parfait without looking back at Nami.

When dinner time comes, you still finds Law at the Sunny. You scowl and pretending he is not here. You take your seat and Law casually sits next to you. You can smell his cologne that you used to loved. Still, you try to stay calm down and ignoring him.

"Eh.. So, Torao will be with us for a couple days because we need to discuss something." Luffy awkwardly announce it.

The others just awkwardly answer him with any kind of gibberish. Strange... But you can't protest or anything, because you're just a guest here.

You can feel Law has been staring at you, you try to finish your dinner quickly and left the dining room. You scurry off to the library and lock the door, your back facing the door, you try to calm your heart beats.

Then there's a knock, "Y/N, open the door. Let's talk. Please." Law leans his forehead at the door. You keep silent. Law tries to plea again, "Please, open the door. Or I will teleport myself inside, Y/N."

You unlock the door and open it. Law sighs and let himself in. Law stands in front of you and sees you're not bringing your sketch book with you, "How you've been, Y/N? Did you get your voice back?"

You just stare at the ground keep your mouth shuts because you don't want him to know and you don't want to talk to him.

Law take a step forward, "Please, talk to me." You take a step back.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. For being a jerk to you. For everything I did to you." Law takes his hat off and ruffle his raven hair, he's desperate.

You widened your eyes with his sudden apology. You looks at him and scowl, still keeping your mouth shuts.

"Finally, you're looking at me now." Law let out a relieve sighs and smile. "I owe you an apology and an explanation for everything." Law moves forward again slowly this time. You're not breaking eye contact with him, but still with anger evident in your face.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I mean it. Penguin Sachi told me about that night." Law scratch his nape.

When Law tries to open his mouth to explain everything, suddenly the door burst open. "Y/N, it's your turn today to on watch with me.” Zoro leans at the door.

You relieves with the “rescue” and quickly run away from Law. Law just stand there, gripping his hat tightly, "Damn it, Zoro-ya."

"Thanks for the rescue, Zoro." You let out a long relieve sighs.

"Don't mind it." Zoro offers your his sake, "To calm you down."

"Thanks." You take it and sips it. Both of you didn't talk to much, and you thankful for Zoro companion.

Law has been keeping all night to wait for your shift to end, he's getting a little bit impatient. He's afraid that you really don't love him anymore, he's afraid what if you and Zoro... He slams the book shuts that he's been staring for God knows how long, he pinch the bridge of his nose. He takes a deep breathe and prays that hopefully that's not gonna happen. He really can't, he don't want to imagine it. It's the worst. He swears if that's happen, he's going to lose his mind for sure.

When he hears your footstep, he immediately open the library doors and blocking your ways to the girls room. You jolts and you can see his tired face in the dawn light. "Can we talk now, Y/N? I beg you, don't avoid me anymore." Law voice is full of tiredness.

You swear you can hear a thump at your heart. A beat that usually beats when you're with him. "Shit. This is bad." You thought to yourself. You can feel your heart waver. You sighs and nods, you walks in to the library and stands at the middle.

Here you are again, same place with same person. You turns on your heels to face Law and cross your arms. Law walks to you, closing the gaps, he takes a deep breath, "Please, just listen to my explanation, Y/N. I never slept with all those women. I swear it."

You squint your eyes, still not believing his words. Law notices it, "It's true. I swear." Law tries to reach you, but you take a step back. Law clench his fist, "Believe me, Y/N. It may sounds stupid to you, but I did it to protect you."

"By hurting me??" You grit your teeth, hissing to him.

Law stares at you wide-eye, jaw dropping, "You.. Your voice is back?" Law can't hide his happiness because you regain your voice again, "How's your throat? Did it hurt somewhere?" He grabs your shoulder to examine you.

"Don't touch me!" You try to free yourself from his iron grips, "Don't touch me with those filthy hands!"

"Wha- What do you mean filthy hands? I swear to Gods I don't slept with them, Y/N. Please, trust me." Law grips become more firmly, he scares if he let you go you will run away again from him.

"Then why did you hurt me?" You whisper, you can't hold back the tears that swelling up at your eyes.

"I want to protect you. I know my way to protect you is wrong, I know. But trust me, I never want to hurt you." Law sound helpless now, he tries so hard to convince you. "My enemies won't come to you if they think you are just my subordinate, Y/N."

"Then so be it. I'm your ex subordinate now, Law. You don't need to protect me anymore, I can protect myself. You can sleep with whoever you want." You squirm harder now to break free, but Law still tries to hold you, "Please, Y/N. I never want to sleep with other women unless it's you, I just want you. Not only your body but also your heart. Believe me." Not only his voice is shaking, his hands that hold you is also trembling.

"I really love you, Y/N. I've been in love with you for a long time." Law leans his head on your shoulder, "I'm sorry that I hurt you. I will do everything to earn your love again, I will do everything to takes you back with me."

"Prove it." You clench your fist.

Law shoots his head up, his eyes beaming with a little hope you give him, "I will. You should go rest, you must've been tired from your duty here. I'll see you later." Law release his hold on you and walks you to the girls room, "Good night, Y/N." Law scrapes his neck.

You close the door with your back on him, without saying the greeting back to him. You walk over to your bed and lay down, you can feel your heart beats is coming back, the rhythm that always beats when you're near him, "I hope I'm not making a mistake." Both you and Law go to sleep, get ready to welcome the new day, the day where Law's tries to earn your love back.

As soon as you wake up and head over to the kitchen, he brings you warm lemon water with honey, “For your throat.” You can hear Sanji grumbling at the kitchen bar. And Law has been following you around.

Chopper need your assistance? He’s on it.

You’re on watch duty? He’s coming with you.

Law even stay at the Sunny when Luffy decide to goes to the next island. After everything that he did for you, you still don't talk to him. Still ignoring him.

When Luffy waiting for Sanji's desserts, Law coming in to the kitchen to get your desserts. "So, Torao... Did you really coming here to takes Y/N back with you?" Luffy tries to steal the desserts. "Of course I am, Mugiwara-ya." Law slaps Luffy's hand.

"But it's almost a week and she still ignoring you." Sanji chimes in.

"It's fine. I deserved it, and I'm still trying to get her loves back." Law murmur and looks at the side. He finds it awkward to share this kind of thing with other people. Unbeknown to him, someone is standing outside at the kitchen door and overheard their conversation.

When Sunny arrive at the island at night, Nami and you decide to hop to the bar for drinks to relieve some stress. Law and Zoro wants to tag along. Zoro mostly wants to drinks, Law of course coming with you for your safety.

Nami told them to not get close to both of you, since their appearance are to eye catching and tell them to not get any troubles. Nami and you opted to sit at the bar because it's convenient to get the refills.

Minutes turns to hours and Nami hasn't drunk yet but you get a lil bit tipsy. The bar getting more crowded with newbies pirates as midnight comes. Some of the pirates get the nerves to try to flirt with you and Nami. Worst part is they are getting handsy, before you can draw your katana out there's already a katana and nodachi at their necks, "You better gets your hands off from my girl before I split your head off from your body." The ex Shicibukai putting a little bit pressure of his Kikoku until there's a blood seeping out from the guy neck. The guys scurries off after they realize who are they facing off.

My girl... That one word slaps you back to reality, making you fully sober now. Nami sighs with the chaos they created, "The funs is over now, let's go back to Sunny." As soon as Nami finish her words, you stands and run first to Sunny. Law follows you closely, "Y/N, you're drunk. Don't run like that or you will fall."

"I'm not drunk! Stop following me!" You halts before you can reach Sunny. "Go back, Law." You can feel your heart throb. Why is it hurts?

Law slowly walks to you, "I'm not going back until you're coming with me, Y/N." He stands in front of you, "I will say it thousand times, I will not go back without you."

Thump... Thump... Thump... There it is. The beats when you're around him. "Why? Why did you do all of this?" You try to hold back your tears.

"Because I love you." Law tries to reach your face but hesitates, when you don't take a step back he finally touch your face and lift it up. "Because I love you, Y/N." Law wipes the tears from the corner of your eyes, "I will do everything to get your forgiveness, to get your love back, to get your trust on me again, to get you back to my side again."

"Will you hurt me again?" You hiccups and the tears still keep rolling down.

"Over my dead body." Law wipes it.

"Will you leave me and go see to other women again?" You touch Law's hand that was on your cheek.

"Never. You're the only one for me." Law rubs your cheek.

"I don't want to wear the boiler suits. It's too hot." You're still crying.

Law chuckles and wipes your tears again, "Anything for you, princess." Law kiss your temple.

"So does this mean you forgive me?" Law gives his loving stare to you.

"Yes. This is the last time." You glare at him.

"Thank you. And I'm sorry for hurting you." Law press his forehead to you, his lips almost grazing with yours, "I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Law."

Finally Law can hear those words from you, his heart beats faster now. "Can I kiss you?" Law murmurs with his low and deep voice.

"Yes." You breathe out the word, slithering your arms to his neck and tip toeing.

Law gently capture your lips, his hand slides down to your waist to gets you closer while the other on your thigh to lift you up. Law deepen the kiss and hold you tightly, saying I love you countless time between the kisses, making you giggle.

"Let's go home now, Y/N." Law pecks your lips again, and you hugs him tightly, hiding your face at the crook of his neck. “Yeah. Let’s go home.” You murmur.

The Straw Hat crews and some of The Heart Pirates crews has been watching the scenes from the deck, they cheers and whistles. Law groans and walk you back while you still in his arm.

“Wait. I need give my thanks to Luffy and the others, I also needs to say goodbye to them.” You hops off and run to the Sunny, Law still follows you closely.

After you says thanks and goodbyes to them, you also gives Nami and Robin hugs. Before you go Nami tells Law, “Don’t make her cry again or else someone will take her from you, Torao.”

“Not gonna happen.” Then Law walks back to the sub with you, linking his pinky with you.

“Well, seems like you lost your chance huh.” Nami nudge Zoro.

“Heh. Maybe in another life I get a chance.” Zoro smirks and just shrug it.

When you arrive at the sub, the crews all welcome you with tears. Ikkaku jump on you giving you a bear hug. Finally their captain misery is ended. No more looking for you from island to island.

The chaotic trio also tries to jump on you to give you a group hug, but Law quickly grab you and put you behind him, “Alright you guys can chat with her tomorrow. Off you go to your duties!” Law bark the order to them, you can see his ears are getting red and you laugh at him.

“Don’t laugh. Come on let’s go to sleep now.” Law tugs you and lead you to his room.

“Wha- Why are you brings me here?” You try to stop him before he goes in.

“What? You’re my girlfriend, isn’t it obvious you’re sleeping at my room from today onwards?" Law smirks, he knows you’re being shy and he can’t help to tease you.

“But what about the others? They will gossip about us.” You stand still at the door.

“Let them be. It’s true though you’re my girlfriend. What’s wrong with it? I’ll just punish them if they tease you. Come on, I’m tired.” Law carry you in bridal style, making you shriek.

Law puts you down on his bed and he lays down beside you. "Umm. Don't you think this escalate to quickly? You take me to your room as soon as you get me back." You try to slips away from his bed.

Law grabs your wrist, "No. It's not. I don't want to waste anymore times more than this. I want to make up with the time I loss with you." Law tugs you down and lay you on his chest embracing you. "Stay here with me, Y/N." Law kiss your forehead.

You smiles and snake around your arm to his body, "I will." You peer up at locking your lips with him, as you pulls away you can see Law gazing at you with eyes full of love. "I love you, Y/N. Always." Law tighten his embrace. "I love you too, Law." And you both fell asleep in each other embrace.

When the sunlight hits Law's face, he scrunch his eyes and slowly open it. The first sight he see is you in his embrace, sleeping peacefully.

He may not find the One Piece, but he find his precious treasure. It's you. He won't trade anything than this precious moment with you. He kiss your temple and holds you tight, trying to get more sleep again with you.

When you both arrives at the kitchen for lunch, the crews starts to cheers again. "Shut up! Eat your lunch and get back to your stations!" Law orders them with a tint of red at hir ears.

You giggle and making a beeline to where Sachi, Penguin and Bepo sits.

"Ahh. So glad that you're back again, Y/N." Sachi wails. "We've been hell you know since you're gone." Penguin lets out a long sighs. "Yeah, captain looks like shit!" Bepo cheerfully fills in.

"Bepo!" Law tries to shut him up before he says unnecessary things to you.

"I'm sorry." Bepo pout.

"Well, at least me and Penguin plans works. Right, Captain?" Sachi push his luck by teasing Law. "That's right. You owe us, Captain." Penguin chimes in.

"Yeah. A toilet duties for you both for a month sounds right." Law casually eat his onigiri.

"EEEHH!!!! NOT FAIR!!" Sachi and Penguin tries to persuade Law to consider the punishment and asking for a rewards.

You laugh at their antics. Even though you're having fun at Sunny with The Straw Hats, there's nothing to beat the fun you have at your "home" with your loves one.

Law glances at you and smile when you're laugh happily. He secretly intertwine your hand with him under the table, you glance back to Law and gives him smiles. Smiles that he loves so much.

He never thought that he will be this happy with you by his side. He should've done this sooner.

dividers by : @saradika-graphics

#trafalgar law #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar d law x reader #law x reader #law x you #trafalgardwaterlaw #one piece law #law one piece

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marlynnofmany · 3 months

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Fun and Dangers with Hovercycles

When the spaceship is grounded for a mechanical checkup that most of the crew helps with, but your knowledge of alien tech is limited to “That button means go, right?” then there’s not much to do. I’d been stuck with cleaning duty on other similar overhauls, which was fair enough. But it sucked. So I was delighted today to find that Mur was giving the hovercycle a once-over in the cargo bay, and didn’t mind letting me help.

“Is it hard to ride?” I asked while he shone a flashlight into the fuel tank, standing on the tips of his tentacles to get a good look. “I’ve never actually gotten to.”

“I wouldn’t say so,” he replied. “The balancing function is top-notch, and the brakes are reliable.”

Paint sorted through the toolbox, organizing wrenches and whatever. “It’s a little high off the ground for my taste.” She craned her lizardy neck to look up at me. “But that may not bother you.”

“Probably not,” I said with a smile. “Can I try it? There’s never been a good chance before. It’s always in storage unless we need it for some rush delivery on the far side of a space station.”

Mur sighed and clicked off the light. “Yeah, and that’s usually my job these days. Mimi is a great rider, but he’s usually busy, and Coals is respectable but doesn’t like to…”

“I don’t like to either!” Paint exclaimed, holding a scaly hand to her chest. “He always has a better excuse!”

“Why don’t you like to?” I asked.

“Too fast, dangerous.” Paint shook her head. “I don’t like the pressure of urgent deliveries when a minor distraction could leave me and the package smeared across the scenery.”

“Okay, fair,” I said.

“It’s not that dangerous,” Mur said. “It won’t tip over, and the brakes have an impact sensor.”

“It feels that dangerous!” Paint insisted, lashing her tail and looking away.

I said, “I guess you can’t really drive slower without being late, huh?”

“Oh, some deliveries have plenty of time. But it’s still too high off the ground.”

“Can I try?” I asked again. “It really doesn’t sound that scary to me.”

“Sure, why not.” Mur tightened the fuel cap and consulted the checklist. “We’re almost done here.”

The rest of the checklist was quick. I helped by holding things and occasionally reaching with my long human arms, while Paint was in charge of the toolbox and unscrewing things with her claws.

“Annnd done!” Mur said as he finished the checklist with a flourish. “Let’s take it outside where you won’t crash into a wall.”

“I thought you said there were impact sensors for that,” I reminded him as he clambered into the seat.

“Eh, they’re not perfect.”

Paint hit the controls for the bay door, toolbox already set aside, and I followed as the hovercycle whirred quietly out onto the alien landing pad.

I reflected that this really was an ideal place to practice riding. Only a couple other ships were parked at the moment, some distance away, and the settlement was set far enough back that people wouldn’t be bothered by the noise and whatnot of landing spaceships. Everything else around us was dry, rolling ground, with hills in the distance and not so much as a cactus to dodge around.

“You twist this to go forward,” Mur said. “Turn it the other way for backward, or just a little to slow down. It’s pretty intuitive once you’re moving.”

“Just don’t twist it too far!” Paint said. “It can go really fast!”

“Right, I’ll be careful,” I said. “Do I steer by leaning or turning the handlebars?”

Mur gave me a few more pointers on the basics, with Paint adding cautionary tips, and soon enough they let me get on. It wasn’t really human-shaped like an Earth bike, but it was close.

“Okay, so I’ll just aim to go over that way, then circle back,” I said. “This way for forward, this way for backward?”

“Right,” Mur said, tentacle-walking up onto the ramp.

“Start gently!” Paint said as she scampered up beside him.

“Got it.” The motor was already on and burbling away, so I held on tight and gave the throttle a minuscule twist. The bike scooted forward.

With Mur and Paint offering encouragement behind me, I eased it out across the smooth ground with no trouble, giving a couple experimental leans to get a feel for the auto-balancing mechanism. It really was good. Then I sped up a little, and was honestly impressed with the stabilizing gyros or whatever. Even on sharp turns, I didn’t feel like I was in danger of being thrown off or skidding out of control, which was pretty great. I still had a traumatizing memory of bike-riding as a kid and running over a tin can that slid out from under me. But there would be no scraped-up arms today! This hoverbike knew what it was doing. I gave it some proper speed.

I zoomed over a couple low hills, laughing at the change in pitch while the hover engines adjusted to catching air. I spun in tight circles and a gradual curve, leaving a faint trail of dust behind me where the wind of my passing had kicked it up.

Then I got a look back at my coworkers on the ship’s ramp, and they were waving their hands urgently. I straightened out and looked around in alarm; was some local beastie or natural disaster right behind me?

Nope. Not unless it was invisible. Which I wasn’t ruling out.

I powered back toward the ship, worried now, and braked to a stop that felt pretty darn perfect for my first time out.

“ARE YOU OKAY?” Paint yelled, rushing over.

“Yeah, why?” I looked behind myself again.

“Wait, you weren’t out of control?” Mur demanded. “You were going that fast on purpose?”

“Uh, yeah? Should I not have?” I took in their worried faces. “It felt pretty safe. You’re right about the balance; that’s great.”

“WHAT?” Paint exclaimed while Mur laughed. “Why would you go that fast on purpose?”

“It’s fun?” I asked, shrugging. “I really didn’t think it was that big a deal. Do neither of you like going fast ever? I mean I can understand not wanting to worry about getting an urgent delivery there on time, but what about casual joyriding?”

The way Paint was sputtering for an answer and Mur wasn’t even trying to come up with one told me I’d stumbled into another unexpected bit of culture clash.

Paint finally settled on, “No, that is terrifying!”

Mur straightened up from where he’d collapsed into a puddle of tentacles and helpless laughter. “I’ve been doing all the time-crunch bike deliveries because I can hold on best! You’re doing the next one.”

“Okay,” I said, smiling a bit myself. “You know I thought you were trying to tell me there was something chasing me, right?”

Paint covered her eyes. “I can’t believe you flew over that big hill deliberately.”

“Oh, that was great!” I said. “I want to do that again. Can I?”

Paint spun to walk back up the ramp. “Have fun! I’ll tell whoever’s in the cockpit not to call for bandages unless you ask.”

Mur told her, “You should probably tell the captain about the roster change too.”

“On it!”

“Thanks,” I said. When Mur waved me forward, I zoomed back out into the desert for more joyriding. It really was fun. I made sure not to do anything reckless like standing up during a jump, as much as I wanted to. The crew in the cockpit was probably worried enough already.

I looked forward to the next urgent delivery, though.

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The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come! And I am currently drafting a sequel!

#my writing #The Token Human #humans are weird #humans are space orcs #haso #hfy #eiad #hovercycles #hoverbikes #humans like going fast #but who doesn't right?#...right?

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plazasims · 24 days

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Url Song Game

Thanks for the tag @john-ts-sh-ai and @mur-rayy 🖤

Was it hard? Of course it was. Since my playlist has all the letters of the world except the ones I need at the moment.

p - Play God - Deathstars l - Liquid Mourning - Nailed To Obscurity a - Animals (Orchestral Version) - Architects z - Zwischen Uns - Eisbrecher a - All Ends in Silence - Dark the Suns s - Sinematic - Motionless In White i - In the Field of Blood - Lord of the Lost m - Make It Rain - Avatar s - Sleepwalkers - Draconian I tag: @strangestorytellersims @northernsiberiawinds @nv-games @libre-mar and anyone else who would like to join!

#tag #non sims

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hypnoneghoul · 4 months

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Christmas Ghouls 6/10

WC: 1010

Relationship: Phantom & Dewdrop

Tags: Fluff, gift giving

Notes: For Soph @zombieqveenz <3

Read under the cut or on AO3.

“Hey, Dewy!” Phantom called out, rounding the corner in the Den. He stopped just in front of Dewdrop’s face, noses nearly touching. He still didn’t really understand the concept of personal space. “Where are you running to?”

“Practice room. I was actually just about to text you to join me.”

“Can we do something real quick on our way?” the young ghoul asked. Of course, even if he’d want to, Dewdrop would never be able to tell no to those big eyes filled with excitement.

“Sure,” he smiled and took Phantom’s hand in his own, squeezing it assuringly. “Lead the way.”

He chirped happily and dragged Dewdrop down the Den and into his own room, ordering the fire ghoul to sit on the bed as he stood before him.

“Alright, so…” Phantom cleared his throat, “I really hope you’re not gonna murder me for that but… but I noticed you don’t really have any plushies. I think I saw two or three, from the fans.”

“Well… yeah, I have three. Rain kinda adopted them, though. Hold up, why would I mur–”

Without answering, the quintessence ghoul turned on his heel and walked to his wardrobe. He opened it and hid something that was inside with his body. “Plushies are nice and when I saw you with those three I thought you should have more.”

“Okay…” Dewdrop was slightly confused with the way Phantom decided to… do this, but even more with how he looked almost afraid of him for what he was about to do. A pang of guilt for how he used to treat the young ghoul hit Dewdrop again. “Ant, what–”

Phantom turned around in a flash and the next thing the fire ghoul knew he had a big and soft thing on his lap. “Merry Christmas, Dewy.”

“Wh– you got me this for Christmas?”

“Uhm… yeah? I know we’re demons and we like Satan and all but Swiss told me–” he started to ramble, fidgeting anxiously with his hands, nearly vibrating.

“No, sorry, I–” Dewdrop sighed, taking a breath to compose himself. “I treated you like shit, I didn’t think you’d… you know.”

“Oh… I don’t– I know you didn’t mean to be like that.” The quintessence ghoul shrugged. “We’ve already talked about this, and I have no bad feelings about that, anymore. It’s just… just love now, and I wanted to get you something nice. If you don’t like–”

“No! No, Ant, I–” Dewdrop finally took a moment to look down at the plushie. It was a quite big sloth, like his whole torso, with a goofy smile and big eyes, and it was very soft. “Fuck, I love it.”

“You– you do? It has a… uhm, velcro on the hands? You can make it hug you.”

“Ant…” he smiled, grinned, and Phantom finally relaxed where he was still standing in front of him. “It’s amazing. I love it so much, I love you. No way in hell I’m letting Rain steal it. Come here.”

Phantom obliged, throwing himself into Dewdrop’s arms for a tight hug, squeezing the plushie between them. The fire ghoul closed his eyes, to not let the other see how glassy they got, and took a few deep breaths. He kissed Phantom between the horns before pulling away. His face gave away very well how pleased with himself he was.

“I love you,” Dewdrop told him, leaning down to give him a proper kiss. “Always have, I was just a stupid ass. Never forget that.”

“I love you, too,” Phantom giggled, blushing.

They took a few more moments to stare at each other with bright eyes before Dewdrop remembered what waited for them in the practice room. “Can we go now? I’ve got something for you.”

“Y– yeah, sure.” Phantom got up, letting Dewdrop stand too. He gripped the plushie and looked it over again with a goofy smile on his face. It really was amazing.

“What was that about velcro?”

“What? Oh! Oh, yeah, let me–” the quintessence ghoul took the sloth and joined its hands together, creating a loop that he put over Dewdrop’s head. “You can wrap the legs around you too, and–”

“I fucking love that, Ant, oh my god!” he nearly screamed, laughing. Phantom didn’t think he ever saw the fire ghoul so… joyful. And it was him who caused that. Phantom could cry. He just might, later.

For now, he just grinned and grabbed Dewdrop’s hand. They left the bedroom, Dewdrop walking proudly with the sloth plushie hanging off him through the corridors.

In the rehearsal area Dewdrop left to go fetch something from the storage, and got back to Phantom excitedly rocking back and forth on his feet. The fire ghoul gestured to him to sit down on the stage and joined him, putting a guitar case in front of them.

“I know you like the Fantomen,” he started, “better than me anyway, and you don’t have to use this one on stage. Or at all. You can do whatever you want with it, or nothing, but– yeah. I just wanted you to have it.”

Dewdrop opened the case and Phantom gasped when his eyes fixed on the glossy instrument inside. It was a Fender Stratocaster, heavily modified. Just like Dewdrop’s but… black. Black body, black pickguard and knobs, black hardware—including a Floyd Rose tremolo system—and ebony fretboard.

“No way,” Phantom whispered, more to himself than the other ghoul, lifting a hand to run it over the shiny fresh strings.

“I built it myself so it’d be–”

“You did?” The quintessence ghoul lifted his head, eyes big and bright and teary and filled with so many emotions that Dewdrop got a sudden urge to burst out crying right there.

“Yeah,” he said instead. “Wanted you to have the best. I’m not saying I’m the best, but I know what–”

Phantom interrupted Dewdrop by launching himself at him, hiding his face in his neck and squeezing him with his arms. “You’re the best, Dewy. I love you.”

“I love you, too, Ant. Merry Christmas.”

#hypnone writes #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #phantom ghoul #phantomdew

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third-arch · 5 months

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No Surprises-A Trafalgar Law x Reader Fan Fiction

Quiescence Extras-Secret

sfw, fluff

You hum to yourself as you lean against the wall and draw. Occasionally, you liked drawing in rather unusual places. On one occasion, Bepo nearly tripped over you, because you were sprawled out in the middle of the hallway. Since then, your Captain has banned you from drawing in places “that block traffic”.

So, you decided to sit on the staircase leading to your Captain’s office. Not many of your crewmates used those stairs. The forecast was calling for cold weather soon, but you decided to take advantage of the peacefulness outside while you could.

(Humming)

Je te laisserai des mots

En-dessous de ta porte

En-dessous de les murs qui chantent

Tout près de la place où tes pieds passent

“...Hm, I really need to play that song for him,” you say to yourself. "I think he would really like it."

"Who would really like it?"

You notice your Captain turning around the corner and heading your way. You look back at your sketch pad and continue to draw.

"Captain! Sorry, I was just talking to myself. Was I too loud?"

"No, you're fine, and I could tell," he responds, softly looking at you.

Your Captain glances at your sketchbook as he climbs the stairs. "Kanna-ya, what are you drawing?"

You cover your sketchbook, "I can't show you!! It's a surprise, Captain-yaaa"

You scoot closer to the wall as your Captain sits down next to you. You both look at eachother. Your chest feels full of butterflies the longer you look at him. Up close, he was certainly handsome.

“Why not? You know I admire your art, Kanna-ya.”

Crud! Captain!!

“Sorry, Captain. It’s something personal to me! I'm just finishing up this drawing of a guy from my dream last night.”

Your Captain looks at you with a raised eyebrow. “Your dream? That’s so random.” he smirks.

Seeing his dimples caused you to blush. “It was just a nice dream, I suppose.”

“Well, listen. I have a couple of books that I want you to start reading for your training. Come find me in my office when you’re done and we can talk about them.”

You nod, “Also, Captain! I was thinking. Thank you for everything you’ve done. I know I don’t say it enough, but thank you.”

You frown into your lap, remembering your conversation with Corazon from last night. “I really do want to protect you. I want to stay by your side and help you all I can. And if it means reading those books, then I’ll do it.”

You tighten your grip on your sketchbook. “Sorry, I just really wanted to let you know.”

“You’re fine,” your Captain responds. He doesn’t really know what to say.

“Oi, why don’t you come into my office to draw? You’re gonna block traffic or get cold out here on the steps.”

“I like it here, though!”

Your Captain gently flicks the top of your head, causing you to jump.

“Hey! Not funny!” You turn and frown at him.

He then gently presses his index finger at the center of your forehead. “You know what else isn’t funny? The thought of you getting a cold. Just finish up that drawing and come in here.”

Your Captain pauses for a moment, “Also, just out of curiosity, have you drawn any of your crewmates? Or the Straw Hats at all?”

You shake your head, “Just you and Bepo, sir. The rest is just stuff I like. Oh wait,” you flip to a page and smile widely.

“Look! I drew Sanji!” You show your captain a drawing of Sanji, smoking and surrounded by butterflies.

“You can draw your crew, too. I’m sure they’d like that.”

“I know but I feel embarrassed. It’s a bit different for like Zoro and Sanji, but I’ll draw you if you ask, Captain!”

Your Captain looks alittle dejected by your answer,

"Jeez, fine. How about Luffy or

Captain Kid?" He says, crossing his arms.

"You mean Craptain Useless Mid?"

"Pfftt" Law laughs.

"DON'T TELL HIM I SAID THAT!!!"

You cover your face with your sketch pad to hide your embarrassment, “I’m sorry!”

"Oh, Kanna-ya...when Eustass-ya learns what you said..." he smirks.

"Captain!!” You laugh.

He bonks your head, "Silly-ya, I won't tell him. You're fine."

You smile warmly in response,

"Thanks Captain! I'll draw you something later!"

He smiles warmly at you and ruffles your hair before walking back to his office. “Just remember to come find me when you’re done.”

—

After several minutes, you feel satisfied with your work.

"Alright, they're done!!"🤍

You pack up your art supplies and head up the stairs.

“Captain! I’m ready!!”

—

From a distance, Shachi and Penguin wait to hear their Captains’s office door open and close. They look at eachother and smirk. “He definitely likes her.”

Quiescence Extras-ONE doodles done by Reader-ya!!🤍🤍🤍

Song Credits:

Je te laisserai des mots (Patrick Watson, 2010)

#one piece #op #one piece art #trafalgar law #trafalgar one piece #trafalgardwaterlaw #law x reader #trafalgar d law x reader #corazon #corazon op #rosinante corazon #corazon x reader #op rosinante #op corazon #rosinante x reader

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iam93percentstardust · 1 month

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for your kiss prompts, i think ""i think this is the part where you're supposed to kiss me"" has big Tony energy 💋

Aha! I return! Just like before, this is Part 1 of a 3-part fic combined from the other two prompts in my inbox

Hope you enjoy! <3

Steve had almost said no when Natasha set him up on yet another blind date. He’s been on way too many of those things and he’s getting tired of them. It’s not that the people she recommends are bad but none of them have clicked with him like he was hoping for when she’d first suggested the idea. Natasha is a great matchmaker; she’s set up most of the people in their circle of friends. And after years of trying and failing to find a long-term partner, Steve had been willing to take a chance on just about anyone. He’d had high hopes for her suggestions, though; after all, no one else had seen the potential in Sam and Bucky. But none of them had worked out.

When she’d come to him with another date after the last failure, he’d almost turned her down. He’d been planning on turning her down. He’s still not sure how she’d talked him into agreeing to just one more blind date.

But he’s glad that he did because Tony is amazing. He’s funny and smart and a great tipper, which is always a plus in Steve’s book. He listens intently as Steve talks about his art and doesn’t go so over his head when he’s talking about his own work in robotics. They don’t agree on anything but the big things, but somehow, arguing with Tony over his favorite books and movies and hot drinks is more fun than if they liked all of the same things.

He had walked to the restaurant since he lives only a few blocks away. As it turns out, so does Tony, though in the opposite direction, so Steve offers to walk him home because his ma raised a gentleman. Tony looks delighted at the hand that Steve offers him and takes it, shyly confessing that he’s never had a partner who wanted to hold hands in public (Steve would like to hunt down every person who never wanted to be seen in public with him).

When they reach Tony’s apartment—a much nicer building than the one Steve lives in, all gilded Art Deco and bright open spaces—Tony tugs them to a stop just under the awning.

“This was really nice,” he says. “I’d like to do this again.”

“Oh good, me too,” Steve replies around a relieved sigh and then immediately wants to put his face in his hands. That probably sounded too eager, didn’t it? He’s supposed to play it cool, say something like ‘yeah, sure,’ right?

Tony, however, just giggles. “It’s nice not having to worry if you’re playing games,” he says. Oh. That makes things better.

“So I guess we should exchange phone numbers, then?” he asks. It’s been so long since he cared about a second date that he’s forgotten how this is supposed to go.

“Probably,” Tony agrees and waits for Steve to pull out his phone so he can recite his number. Steve texts him a quick This is Steve, so Tony will have his number.

“Guess I should wish you a goodnight, then,” Steve says, kind of wishing that the night never had to end.

“You don’t think you’re forgetting something?” Tony looks very amused.

Steve thinks back over the night. He’s got his wallet, he has Tony’s phone number, they’ve agreed to see each other again. “…No?”

“I think this is the part where you’re supposed to kiss me,” Tony says.

“Oh!” Steve exclaims. “You’d—you’d like that?”

Tony steps in closer to him, running his hands over Steve’s shoulders. “Yeah, big guy, I’d like that a lot.”

Well, Steve can kiss him. That’s totally something he can do. That’s—Tony kisses him first, tasting like strawberry daiquiris and powdered sugar from the dessert they’d shared. Steve’s hands settle on his hips, fingers digging into the probably-expensive fabric of his shirt. His eyes flutter closed, his mind blank, existing in the moment instead of worrying about what happens next.

It comes to an end all too soon. Tony steps back, and Steve’s eyes open again in time to see his soft smile.

“Goodnight, Tony,” Steve murmurs.

Tony leans in to kiss his cheek. “Goodnight, Steve. I’ll text you.”

“Okay,” he agrees, thinking it’ll be the next day before Tony contacts him for another date. But to his surprise, he’s barely gone two feet down the street before his phone buzzes.

He pulls it out and can’t help smiling at the message: Are you free tomorrow?

Alright, so maybe Natasha’s pretty good at this after all.

#stevetony #alle writes #alle answers

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catnek-reblogs · 11 months

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Trigger Warning: mentions suicide

For those of you who aren't in the right frame of mind to read this, I will be giving a summary at the end of this part.

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Batman: Explain.

Red Robin: So I found him standing at the edge of a roof a couple of weeks ago and thought he was going to jump. I wasn't busy at the moment, so I decided to talk to him and convince him not to jump. But he heard me and was surprised and fell off, and I wasn't able to catch him in time. I didn't find a pulse, but then he spoke to me. I thought he was a Talon but after spying on him and talking to him, I have concluded that he is a regular civilian who just happens to be a ghost.

Batman: You should have told me. Talon activity is on the rise.

Batman: I'm benching you for two weeks.

Red Robin: That's not fair!

Batman: Those are the consequences for not sharing important information. *turns to Danny* I have some questions to ask you.

Danny: Yeah no Imma take a rain check on that.

Danny: *grabs Red Robin, turns intangible and invisible and escapes*

Batman: Red Robin!

Oracle: I'll go through the cameras and try to find them.

Batman: Everyone, I want you to be on the lookout for this man. He has kidnapped Red Robin, is a meta and may be working for the Court of Owls. It is as of yet unclear whether or not he is a Talon.

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Summary: Tim explains to Batman what's been happening for the past few weeks, and is benched for two weeks for not sharing relevant information. Batman then attempts to interrogate Danny, who kidnaps Tim and runs away. Batman informs the other Bats about this and basically Danny now has an army of Bats gunning for him.

Parts 1-6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Masterlist

Since the tag list is getting pretty long, I will stop tagging people starting from the next update. However, don't worry! For those of you who haven't noticed, I always use a very specific tag for this fic. It is called 'tim's talon diaries' and all you have to do is follow it to get updates. I will also be creating a masterlist for this fic, so all you have to do is click the notification bell in the notes for that post and you will receive notifications whenever I update it.

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#danny phantom #dp x dc #batman #tim drake #danny fenton #red robin #court of owls #tim's talon diaries

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horizon-verizon · 18 days

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Rhaenys killing smallfolk is so…. Like wtf, and then people be like “Kinslaying is the worst crime there is! She’d be stupid to do it!”, first HOTD never introduces the notion of kinslaying, and killing hundreds of people is a crime too! She is already a criminal for what she did, why stop halfway if you’re going full murderer ? If you’re gonna commit a decapitation worthy offence, then you might as well kill the people who are a legitimate threat to your future great grandchildren and granddaughters themselves.

Them coming out saying that Rhaenys didn’t kill them because it’s not her war…. Lol, it was her war the moment she agreed to betroth her granddaughters to Rhaenyra’s sons. Her family (the little that is left of it) is in legitimate danger and she passed up the opportunity to kill people who WERE ACTIVELY PLANNING ON KILLING HER FAMILY ANYWAYS. (Yes, I know it was mostly Rhaenyra and Daemon but Jace and Luke and Joff would have to go too and Daemon is the father of Rhaena and Baela, the twins have legal claim to the throne, so no ways they letting that slide either).

Yeah, this has been my argument as well. I will never not be angry about this damned episode, esp this scene.

My biggest gripe about this fool of an episode is that if Rhaenys says she doesn't want to "be involved" in "their" war is that in ANY iteration of these events where Baela & Rhaena exist without turning this into a full-fledged AU like sweetestpopcorn's "The Black and the Greens", Rhaenys will ALWAYS be "involved"...

because those girls are DAEMON'S DAUGHTERS and ONE OF THEM LIVES WITH DAEMON AND RHAENYRA!!! And this Rhaenys constantly has said she primarily cares about her own kids and grandchildren, not Viserys, Daemon, or Rhaenyra...so what gives?!

In a world where these strategy-minded people would, you know, think strategy...Rhaenys practically spoon-fed them a public reason to go to war and assume a protective-justice persona!!!

To further paint the blacks as violence mongerers or even just shit-starters, even with those killed being peasants, bc the sheer number of people killed simultaneously who live around you & around your castle who have historically been a part of some Faith-led attacks against the crown (Aenys, Maegor, Rhaena & her brother Aegon--the Poor Fellows) is astronomical. Killing that many smallfolk doesn't pay and rather makes for a larger number of angrier smallfolk with a reason to be angrier than average. You'd think she'd realize that and idk, maybe not kill dozens if not thousands of smallfolk.

Otto will always look to them as possible rivals because of that connection to the person he thinks will likely always contend with him/anyone for power, espe after he includes the younger boys' hostage-taking in his terms in episode 10. Aside from Otto--who had a grip on Alicent's decision-making until it came to Rhaenyra (as if Rhaenyra doesn't come with her kids, who Alicent has accepted the risk of exile or total ruination for 10 years, but I digress).

And Alicent--by the next season's 2 trailers--appears to go back to Otto as a consultant and guide as to how the greens will face the blacks, so we can't argue that she will not escape his influence even with her allowing herself to understand his manipulativeness. She obviously didn't want a war and has tried to stave it off by holding Rhaenys hostage and sending that damned page to Rhaenyra with Otto's terms--that is if she actually sent it--she also sets up a possible war through usurping Rhaenyra in the first place! And Alicent isn't actually fighting against Rhaenyra for the sake of "the realm" but for for her own position as the mother to a possible king/wife of a past king and the lives of her kids.

Even in the book--if you are inclined to believe that she believes this and/or has sincerely taken Otto's fear of Daemon as her own maybe bc similarly to the show he instilled in her that fear of him--Alicent brings up Daemon's supposed bloodthirstiness and inevitable murder of her kids as reason to usurp Rhaenyra ("The Blacks and the Greens"):

As for the kinslaying part, they refused to insert Rhaenyra's lines of that, instead making her grab Otto's pendant and throwing it off the bridge in a much more flaccid version of what she does with Orwyle's chains in the book. Without the context of her giving Aegon that chance to withdraw AND criticizing Orwyle taking the green side and basically going against his own maester code of following traditions and laws, show!Rhaenyra's protests against Otto is more losing the desired cool & careful, wise reservedness that HotD already favors over original "proud" book!Rhaenyra. And I think that it's to give the Dance story this faux measure of "balance" that ozymalek talks about HERE:

People often argue whether HOTD showrunners are biased in favor of Team Black or Team Green. I think the answer to this question can't be encapsulated within the context of "bias", at least not fully. They are biased for both and neither at the same time and it's difficult to explain, but I will try to articulate how I see it. The Dance era in "Fire and Blood" is something that will fundamentally cause the feelings of cognitive dissonance. I think this is why people initially disliked this book when it first came out. It did not provide easy answers, it was written as a historical account, the in-universe historians were clearly biased. People, however, had trouble realizing who the historians are biased for and against. Team Green would have you think that "F&B" is biased against the Greens, because their allegiance as maesters clearly being to Hightowers notwithstanding, they could not evade simple historical facts: that most of the kingdom supported Rhaenyra, that Greens were horrendously misogynistic and that her usurpation was clearly wrong. That's why, approaching it from the "choose your favorite war criminal" point of view, it was difficult for Greens to accept that their preferred side is so cartoonishly evil - obviously bias must have been involved, even though the only pro-Black narrator of F&B is Mushroom, the rest are Greens. The maester's anti-Targaryen bias, however, manages to sneak in and mess with the reader's balance, causing said cognitive dissonance. It's hard to deal with it as a reader, let alone as a showrunner who's trying to adapt a story in which not everything is set in stone. They incorrectly assumed that, because they are constantly forced to question what is happening in the story, the bias is with the underlying idea that there was a correct side. As such, they assumed that all the inconsistencies result from maesters not choosing to view it that way. Ryan Condal repeatedly stated that he does not want watchers to pick sides, while George RR Martin embraces it and even encourages it (and I think that he himself has picked the Blacks). Such is our nature as human beings. So they decided that they have to balance the scales. Because Greens are poorly developed, they added more characterization for them that contradicts their book personas (abused child bride meow meow Alicent who is clueless about the plans that in the books she herself set in motion, for example) while simultaneously taking the characterization AWAY from team Black members. Rhaena and Baela barely have any lines, and though this may be the case of simple racism, it's pretty telling that they ignored the fact that Baela is tomboyish and has short hair. Rheanyra herself is so toned down that she does not resemble her book counterpart in the slightest, making her seem weak, stupid and undecided. Daemon straight up becomes a villain and a wife murderer rather than a throughoutly gray character (book!Rhea Royce unambiguously dies after a hawking accident while Daemon is still fighting in the Stepstones); that's because Team Black was in a desperate need for a corrupting influence in order to balance the scales. But some Greens aren't spared from this treatment either. Otto is made much worse than he was in the books, he straight up pimps out his teenage daughter so that he can elevate House Hightower. While Aegon is also a sex pest in the books, showing him openly rape a lowborn woman was a risky decision (as was the not very subtle implication that he rapes Helaena as well); not to mention that the child fighting pits come from Mushroom, whose entire gimmick is making shit up. So neither side is really spared from being villified and whitewashed, depending on whom we look. The showrunners were fully committed to making choosing sides a confusing process, making the cognitive dissonance of this story to be even stronger. This is why they aren't really biased for or against anyone.

#asoiaf asks to me #hotd characterization #rhaenys targaryen #rhaenys targaryen (aemon's daughter)#rhaenys targaryen's characterization (meleys' rider)#hotd episode 9 #hotd inconsistencies #alicent's characterization #alicent hightower #the greens #hotd #hotd critical #hotd writing #hotd comment

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narcissosbythepool · 9 days

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How about some Rosie AU?

Kyle and John are back from the hospital with baby Rosie and trying to readjust to a life with a newborn. A night time feeding turns into an opportunity to reminisce and dance.

Tags: implied trans pregnancy, tooth-rotting fluff, slow dancing, newborn baby things. Continues under the cut.

In the past two weeks Kyle has become so good at warming up the baby bottle that he should list it on his CV at this point. Apply for a promotion. He can see the title, Captain Baby Formula. The Milk General. He’d finally outrank John.

Rosie huffs quietly as she drinks, eyes drooping a little as she greedily chugs down the formula. Kyle has found that she fusses less when he walks around a little, and tonight their nightly wanderings have found them in the kitchen. The microwave clock shows 3:14 in the morning. This used to be the worst night watch during missions… Something in the hours between 3 and 5 in the morning killed the soul. It was impossible to sleep after the watch was over, and if you woke up after 2, it was pointless to try and go back to sleep – you’d just have to gather yourself and turn into a person who could keep watch for two hours and still be trusted with a firearm.

Kyle doesn’t know if this is any easier. At least he’s not expected to snipe enemies at this hour, but he’s instead trying to feed a newborn and that feels somehow equally, if not more, daunting.

He barely notices when John passes them on his way to the loo, they just nod at each other like colleagues, and Kyle doesn’t question why he’s awake. Both of their sleep schedules have been fucked beyond recognition – at some point they’d dreamed of doing this in shifts, so that one of them could catch some shut-eye in-between feedings. That dream was immediately shattered as they came home with the baby, because Rosie does not really give a shit about their set schedules and both John and Kyle are light sleepers from years of missions out in the field… but it is also nice to have someone awake with you, Kyle has found.

It reminds him of the times they’d keep night watch during missions. Before they’d stumbled into bed with each other, before secret kisses out of sight, they’d often sat together watching the sun rise and fall. Sharing a smoke, exchanging stories from their times in training and service, Kyle remembers those moments when he would sneak glances at John, watch his face in the changing light; how the burning feeling inside him yearned to reach out and touch, to follow the frown wrinkling his brow with his fingertips, to muss his hair once the bloody hat came off. He started carrying a lighter with him soon enough, just to have the excuse to keep those moments going. He’d watch John in the glow of the struggling flame as he lit his cigar. At some point, John started looking back and Kyle would concentrate on the glowing embers of the cigar instead, feeling like he was aflame as well.

Rosie coughs a little and Kyle is brought back to the moment in a snap. She doesn’t even cry, just attacks the bottle again with new fervour and Kyle sighs in relief. He really doesn’t have the energy to deal with her crying right now. Rosie merely sighs like she’s been working a tough 9 to 5 at the office – though Kyle guesses that growing is a hard job in itself. He squeezes her a little closer in his arms and she gives him a confused side-eye.

God, he loves her.

Rosie doesn’t react to the sound of the toilet flushing or the sink running as John washes his hands. Kyle listens as John carefully opens the door, doing his best not to make too much noise. To his surprise, John doesn’t immediately beeline back to bed to try and sleep a bit more before Rosie wakes them again but instead joins them. He plasters himself against Kyle’s back and hums some form of greeting which had ceased to be English about two feedings ago.

“Hi,” Kyle whispers and smiles when John’s hands find their way to his hips, the touch light but needy nonetheless.

“Mmh,” John murmurs back, the low bass of his voice resonating in Kyle’s chest. He presses a dry kiss against the nape of Kyle’s neck, and then hooks his chin over Kyle’s shoulder to look at Rosie. “Alright?”

“All clear. She’s being very good.”

“Takes after her father, I see.”

“And who is that a compliment to, hm?”

Kyle feels rather than hears John’s quiet chuckle andresists squirming when John’s cold nose nuzzles against his skin. He can’t help his smile breaking into a giddy sort of grin when John kisses his neck again, then another spot as if it’s imperative, and then Rosie makes a noise that captures their attention again.

“No distractions at mealtime,” Kyle chastises him with a whisper.

“I was being bad,” John admits, sounding sufficiently pathetic and apologetic as he addresses her, “but sweetheart, you must understand… when someone looks this lovely, it’s hard to resist.”

Rosie, their new overlord and ruler of attention, squints at them as she drinks, and Kyle has to bite his lip not to let the laugh bubbling in his chest out.

“She looks quite put off… You might need another strategy to be forgiven,” he says softly. John is so warm against his back, he can’t help but lean into him and enjoy the closeness. John’s chest against his back is steady, rising and falling with his calm breaths, and in that moment, cuddled against John and with their daughter in his arms, Kyle feels such a strong flash of contentment that it surprises him a little.

It’s a terrifying thing, to be this happy. It’s like his luck could run out at any moment, and at the same time, he finds immense comfort in the fact that this will be the rest of their lives – perhaps not the night feedings, but John right here, to share this terrifying, exciting new life. Their sweet little Rosie in his arms, so trusting and small; it feels so right that he doesn’t know what to do with himself, other than bask in the love that consumes his entire being right now.

Or maybe it’s just 3 AM fucking with his head. He’ll probably feel less loving and grateful when he has to wake up again. But for now, he’s going to enjoy this.

“How about a little dance?” John asks and Kyle hums, considering it. As if on instinct, he begins swaying side to side.

“It can be arranged,” he states. Rosie sighs in his hold again and Kyle tilts the bottle a bit. Not much left. Kyle’s prediction of getting her to fall asleep quickly looks more and more promising. He smiles down at her. The corners of her lips twitch. It probably means she’s starting to feel gassy, but Kyle’s heart still leaps in his chest at the sight.

“Look,” he whispers conspiratorially, “she thinks it’s a good idea.”

John’s hands are steady on his hips and guide Kyle to an easy rhythm of swaying back and forth. They somehow press even closer and John’s arms rise to wrap around Kyle’s as if they’re holding Rosie in tandem, including her in their silly dance. He’s mindful of Kyle’s surgical wound, careful not to pull on the stitches, and truly, truly Kyle could spend the rest of his life like this.

They sway to imaginary music, standing in place. Rosie offers no protests, just blinks at them with her huge brown eyes and wonders at the world and it kills Kyle a little inside to know that soon enough she’ll stop being this tiny, stop needing them as much as she does now. But right now, she’s small and trusts with her whole heart, and—

Has finished her bottle.

“Oh,” Kyle chuckles, “and she’s done.”

“The meal dance helped,” John replies and Kyle nods sagely.

“Couldn’t have done it without you.”

“Well, don’t make me feel too useful,” John mumbles and Kyle lets out a noise that might be laughter. At this hour he’s not certain himself.

He switches Rosie to his shoulder (they both say “scrunch” out loud as she does the newborn scrunch, curling up her arms and legs towards her body like a little frog) for burping, and turns around in John’s arms.

“Good evening,” John says and Kyle bites his lip, trying in vain to stifle the smile.

“It’s night,” he argues, patting and rubbing Rosie’s back gently. He keeps swaying, as he can’t walk around with her now, and John matches him as always, his hands warm and possessive on Kyle’s lower back.

“It’s the worst watch,” John retorts back and Kyle must be hysterical because the smile breaks free again either way. It’s like he’s being flirted with and he feels flustered.

“Well, Cap, what will you do without the 3 am cigar?” he flirts back, and isn’t it funny how he can still be so freshly smitten with the man who is the father of his child. Rosie makes a faint, unamused noise, and Kyle keeps rubbing her back. She’ll be ready soon.

John rolls his eyes. “That was an excuse. Don’t need to tempt you for a smoke anymore. I can just have you here.”

“You knew, and let me buy a lighter for you.”

“I liked knowing it was for me,” John says quietly. “Don’t need to keep you at arm’s length anymore.”

Kyle chuckles. “Clearly not,” he says, hoisting Rosie a little and they snort as she finally lets out a satisfied burp, those pesky air bubbles now successfully ejected into the atmosphere. “Do you want to see if she’s going to be this agreeable going back to sleep?”

He readjusts Rosie again, bringing her back to a cradle in his arms, and is once again struck by how tiny she is. She’s basically just the size of his hands. How can anything be this cute?

John seems to be on the same wavelength, looking down at their little girl with a smitten expression. He swipes her cheek gently with his fingers and she seems to lean into his touch, like a little flower reaching towards the sun, and when John looks back up at Kyle, he looks like he’s ready to melt on the spot.

“What wouldn’t I do for you two?”

While it’s sweet, it’s in Kyle’s nature to tease.

“Buy your own lighter, apparently.”

John bites back a smile and scrunches his nose in mock distaste. It’s devastatingly adorable.

Rosie’s beginning to blink slower, her eyelids heavy, and it’s time for this cute moment to be over, as much as Kyle mourns it.

“Time to put her back to sleep,” he sighs. John’s thumb rubs over his spine slowly, and he looks like he’s mulling over something.

“Can I?”

Kyle raises his brows. “Do you really want to?”

“I’d like to hold her for a bit,” John says and his smile turns a little melancholic at the edges. “I won’t have many chances soon.”

Well, there’s something they have avoided addressing, and Kyle certainly isn’t going to fight him here. More sleep? He’ll welcome it any time.

“Alright,” he agrees and then gently, carefully transfers Rosie to John’s arms, where she settles with minimal squirming – poor girl all tuckered out from her feeding. John’s attention is completely focused on her, allured by Rosie’s sleepy charm, his eyes soft as he just stares at her like he’s mesmerised.

“See you at the next watch,” Kyle quips and leans in to kiss John’s cheek. John just hums, and Kyle puts away the bottle and the formula while John takes Rosie to their bedroom. Kyle soon follows suit and climbs gratefully into their bed, tempted to just burrow under the covers – but he resists sleep, watching John walk around as he prepares Rosie’s bassinet so he can set her in once she finally falls asleep.

Kyle should just close his eyes and let the tiredness take over. Exhaustion pulls his eyelids closed and his body feels so heavy. God, he wants to sleep, knowing he’ll have to wake up in a couple hours to feed Rosie again.

But he wants to watch this. He wants to witness John murmur softly to their daughter, humming a little tune under his breath, wants to see how Rosie, despite fighting sleep herself, keeps looking up at her Da like she wants to stay awake for him too.

The night watch used to be their thing, something Kyle would look forward to with each mission, as crazy as it was. Soap used to make fun of him for it, but it really was a special time, staying up with John. Being close, building a relationship, catching his eye, and leaving him breathless with anticipation as the tension grew. Falling in love was such a gradual, devastating thing, something he knew to expect but was caught by surprise nonetheless – and in the quiet hours of the night the feeling grew and took root, so strong he couldn’t tear himself away, too close to thrash away without damage.

And now he’s here, with a child and a new kind of night watch, a new kind of responsibility and a new kind of fondness flickering into life from the embers of what was already there, nurtured and cared for.

He pulls the covers over himself and closes his eyes.

Captain Baby Formula signing off.

End.

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tinkerbelle05 · 8 months

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"confessing in the heat of the moment, leading to a kiss" (bonus if they're both so giggly hehehe) with Pavitr please!!! thank you!!!

I like you, I have been for a while now

Characters: Pavitr Prabhakar x Black!Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: (Requested & Prompt) Thanks darling 💗

Warning: none :)

You’ve been in love with Pavitr forever now. You don’t know remember when you first had these feelings. Felt like butterflies in your stomach whenever he gave you that beautiful smile and how he’d leave your face hurting from laughing too much at his jokes.

He is also extremely smart too. He explained physics better than your teacher ever could. He even got you to like chemistry. Chemistry for god’s sake.

“…and then. Hey! Hey!” Pavitr snapped his fingers in front of your face, snapping you out of your trance.

“Oh, sorry, Pavi. I was day dreaming,” you explained to him.

He flicked your forehead off, “Well get your head outta the clouds. We got a chem test to pass.”

You shoved him lightly, “Hey! Who are you flicking?”

He shoved you in retaliation, “And who are you shoving?” Pavitr shoved you a bit too much and you landed on the floor with a soft tud. There was a moment of silence where you stared at him with mocked angry.

“How dare you?!” You started, but couldn’t hold in your giggles.

“Wow, your such a terrible actor. Never go anywhere near Bollywood for the sake of us all,” he said, but his laughter couldn’t be contained either.

From your place on the floor you, you pushed the chair and Pavitr fell on the floor on his back. You quickly went to Pavitr, shoving the chair out of the way.

“Are you okay?!” You crawled over to him, your lips dipping into a frown of concern.

Quickly Pavitr grabbed you and started tickling the sides of your body. His fingers reached to your neck to tickle and you ended up straddling him. He he held your head for a while as you both stared at eachother.

His fingertips were rough and calloused. And he was close. Really close. But he handled you with gentle care like you were the most precious thing in the world to him.

You brought your head down and he brought his up, and your lips touched. His lips were soft and tasted like mint. After a few seconds you broke apart from each other.

There was a moment of silence between before you both started laughing.

You could feel the vibrations of Pavitr’s giggling through his chest, “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to laugh but it’s just-”

You shake your head, “No, no I understand Pavi. No need to explain yourself.”

There was a moment of silence where you both just stared at each other. Pavitr’s fingers touching your waist softly, your hands grazing over his neck and collarbone.

“So do you like-“

“What should we do about-“

You both asked your questions at the same time and closed your mouths as well. Both started laughing as well because no matter how you went about it, this was weird.

Pavitr brought his hands from your waist to cover his eyes as he asked, “Why are we like this?”

You played with the hem of shirt, “I don’t know, but may I go first?”

He nods his head and patiently waits for you, has he always waited for you?

You took a deep breath to calm your nerves and cleared your throat, “I like you, I have been for a while now, Pavi. I just didn’t wanna ruin this by confessing.”

“Yea, I didn’t either,” he confessed, “I was just content with being around you, that was enough for me. So, um, wanna go on a date with me then?”

You played with his hair as you pretended to think about it. Just to see Pavitr grow impatient with you. Eventually you nodded your head and listened to Pavitr list a few places you two can go.

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[English ID (the dialogue has been loosely translated from french to english): A gifset of a Kaeloo episode. 1. Badka yelling "Hello friends!". 2. Stumpy, Quack-Quack and Mr Cat are blow away by his yelling and are shouting in fear. Once it’s over, Mr Cat says "Oh yeah…" while Badka is bashful. 3. Kaeloo transforms back, then says "Friends, today we’re gonna play...". 4. Mr Cat is sulking afar and says : "Oh no…". Kaeloo brings up a picture of Badka and says "With Badka!". Mr Cat gets close to her in an instant and says "Ah! Very well.". 5.Kaeloo: "Me and Badka are trying to get along better. It’s not easy, but a good game can help out." 6. Mr Cat, while putting on a black bow tie: "Absolutely." 7. Kaeloo, very seriously: "Finally, Mr Cat… You are obviously forbidden from hurting Quack Quack!" 8.Mr Chat does a vocal warm-up, then asks : "And our guest, when does he play?". 9.Badka calls out Kaeloo: "Huh?". Kaeloo answers : "We agreed I would go first. Be patient, your time will come." 10. Mr Chat, waving a flower bouquet : "I’m skipping my turn. I’m waiting for the toad." Stumpy and uQack-Quack look at him with eyes wide open. Gay flags and questions marks have been added on top of them. 11. Kaeloo’s arms become long and soft, she yells. Stumpy takes up one of her arms and shouts : "Ah ! Gross !" 12. Mr Cat : "We’re loosing time there! If we want the toad to play, we need to speed things up." He runs up to the wall and counts : "One..."13. Quack-Quack blown up to the ground, and touching the wall with his finger. Mr Cat : "Alright! The duck won. Time to bring the toad in." 14. Badka, to Kaeloo: "Hey ! It’s my time to play!". Kaeloo : "Yes, I know! It was supposed to be your turn but now is not the time !"15. Mr Cat, to the Rules : "Thinggumabob! Froggy said she would trade places with the toad. She’s not doing it! It deserves a forfeit, right ?" The Rules has a gay flag and an interrogation point on top of her. 16. Mr Cat jumps towards Badka whith his flower bouquet in his hand. Kaeloo transforms back and shouts "Red light!", and instead of touching Badka, Mr Cat crash into the wall. Kaeloo and Badka laugh. / END ID]

[Description d'image: Une série de gif de la série Kaeloo. 1. Badka criant "Bonjour les amis!". 2. Moignon, Coin-Coin et Mr Chat sont dans un canapé et se prennent la violence du cri dans la tête et crient. Mr Chat est tout content, et une fois que c’est fini il dit "Oh ouais…" pendant que Badka est tout timide. 3. Kaeloo se détransforme, puis dit "Les amis, aujourd’hui nous allons jouer…". 4. Mr Chat boude au loin et dit : "Oh non…". Kaeloo prend un panneau avec une photo de Badka dessus et dit "Avec Badka!". Mr Chat s’approche immédiatement et dit "Ah! Très bien.". 5.Kaeloo: "Nous essayons de mieux nous entendre Badka et moi. C’est pas facile, mais un bon jeu peut faciliter les choses." 6. Mr Chat, en mettant un noeud papillon noir: "Absolument." 7. Kaeloo, très sérieuse: "Enfin, Mr Chat… Il vous est évidemment interdit de faire bobo à Coin-Coin ! 8.Mr Chat vocalise, puis demande : "Et notre invité, il joue quand?". 9.Badka interpelle Kaeloo: "Huh?". Kaeloo lui répond : "On a dit que je commençais. Un peu de patience, ton tour viendra." 10. Mr Chat, brandissant un bouquet de fleurs : "Moi, je passe mon tour. J’attends le crapaud." Moignon et Coin-Coin le regardent avec des grand yeux. Des drapeaux gays et des points d’interrogation ont été rajouté au dessus de leurs têtes. 11. Les bras de Kaeloo deviennent tous longs et mous, elle crie. Moignon prend un de ses bras et crie : "Ah ! Dégueu !" 12. Mr Chat : "On perd du temps là! Si on veut que le crapaud joue, faut passer la seconde." Il se met à un mur et commence : "Un..."13. Coin-Coin explosé au sol qui touche le mur du bout du doigt. Mr Chat : "Bon ! Le canard à gagné. C’est le moment de faire rentrer le crapaud !" 14. Badka, a Kaeloo: "Hé ! A moi de jouer !". Kaeloo : "Oui, je sais ! Ça devrait être ton tour mais c’est pas le moment ! 15. Mr Chat, à la Règle : "Le bidule ! La grenouille a dit qu’elle laisserait sa place au crapaud. Elle le fait pas ! Ca vaut bien un gage ça non ?" La règle a un drapeau gay et un point d’interrogation au dessus d’elle. 16. Mr Chat s’élance vers Badka bouquet à la main. Kaeloo se transforme et crie "Soleil !", et au lieu de toucher Badka, Mr Chat s’excrase au mur. Kaeloo et Badka rigolent. / Fin de la description]

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[english] mr cat really said "alright this season i'm CLASSY about my crush, i will stop barking and drooling and i WILL impress him by wearing a fruity lil bow tie and bringing nice flowers just for him"

...so somehow they managed to make mr cat gayer than before??? impressive feat, kaeloo season 5 we're not even 7 minutes in and you're already so damn great 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

[french] mr chat a vraiment fait "ok dans cette saison je suis CLASSE a propos de mon crush, je vais arrêter de lui aboyer et lui baver dessus et je vais l'IMPRESSIONER en portant un ptit nœud pap' et en lui apportant des jolies fleurs rien que pour lui"

...contre toute attente iels ont réussi à rendre mr chat encore plus gay qu'avant??? très impressionant, kaeloo saison 5 ça fait même pas 7 minutes que tu as commencé et tu es déjà incroyable 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

#kaeloo #kaeloo season 5 #kaeloo spoilers #mr cat #mr chat #moignon #stumpy #quack quack #coin coin #badkat #gifset #yes we're back on that sweet kaeloo posting #reminder that on this grounds we will die for badkat and kaetty #name a gayest cat than this mf 😭#on the FIRST episode of the season too????#he said i'm not loosing one more minute i will go on a date with him on the FIRST episode

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marlynnofmany · 19 days

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Monkey Chase

I stepped off the loading ramp and got a good view of the reason why we’d landed in the wrong part of the spaceport. A giant cargo hauler lay on its side, broken and bent — had a ship crashed into it, or had the engine exploded? I couldn’t tell from here — and large slabs of spaceship insulation gel sprawled everywhere. The hauler’s cargo, clearly. As I watched, three people with a hovercart tried to shove one aside to no effect, and another slab as big as a cross-section from my old apartment on Earth slowly peeled off from inside the remains of the hauler. It hit the ground with the squishiest thud I’d ever heard - the thing was the color of smoke, but dense enough to make the ground vibrate from here.

I whistled, then regretted it when the tentacle alien on the ramp beside me scrunched up at the sound. “Sorry,” I told Mur.

“Ow,” he said, uncurling his blue-black tentacles. “Was that a human swear? It’s sharp.”

“More of a ‘wow-look-at-that’ kind of noise,” I said. “But swearing would sure be appropriate. What a mess.”

“You said it. Glad it’s not our problem.”

Captain Sunlight came down the ramp to join us, regal as ever in the bright yellow scales that had given her the name. “Our client isn’t answering,” she said. “I’ve put in a request at the local medcenter to see if they’ve been injured in this crisis, but haven’t heard back yet. Anyone interested is welcome to join me in walking over to where their ship was meant to be parked.”

Three other crewmates followed her out of the ship: Blip and Blop in their flowiest silks that both matched their fin colors and also showed off their biceps, and Zhee with his purple exoskeleton as shiny as always. They all made quiet noises of dismay at the state of the spaceport.

(Well, Blip and Blop seemed dismayed. Zhee was looking down his nonexistent nose at whoever had been careless enough to cause such a mess.)

Mur waved a tentacle. “Lead the way,” he said to the captain. “Here’s hoping the ship isn’t buried under all that.”

“Yeah, it looks heavy,” I said as we moved out. “I wouldn’t be surprised if a little ship could be crushed under that, especially if it also took damage from whatever kaboom happened in the first place.”

As we got closer, I made several observations in a range of importance. A medical shuttle was zipping off toward the city center while another appeared to be waiting around just in case; the medics were standing there chatting instead of tending to anyone. The gel slabs couldn’t be pushed, though they could be lifted with a big enough gravity platform. There was only one of those here. Cleanup was going to take a while. The slabs covered a large area of ground as well as a couple ship-sized lumps, turning the spaceport into a sea of smoky gray translucent rubber.

A small creature bounced around on it. People were shouting about that.

“What’s going on over there?” I asked.

Captain Sunlight sighed deeply and sped up. “I really hope that’s not our cargo.”

“Our cargo’s an animal?”

“Yes, among other things. I thought I told you, but I guess not; it was a last-minute addition to our load. Someone’s exotic pet.” She looked up at me with concern on her lizardy face. “How are your animal-catching skills?”

“Depends on the animal,” I said, squinting at the fast-moving thing. I was the critter expert on the ship, but I didn’t want to promise anything. “What species is it?”

“I’ll bring up the description in a moment,” Captain Sunlight said. “I think I see our client over there.”

She was right. The slender Frillian with a leash and an exasperated expression did turn out to be the person we’d come to meet, and the various spaceport officials on the scene had no any easy answers about how to catch his pet.

“Normally he comes running for food!” the client exclaimed. “But he’s got plenty to pick from here!” He pointed accusingly at the spill of fruit from a truck smashed open by a slab of gel.

“Oh, like that’s my fault?” said a Heatseeker who was busy gathering fruit. “Half my stock is ruined! Go catch your little menace and stop complaining.”

This led to a rant about how impossible the menace in question was to catch when he didn’t want to be — giving him a bath had to be done by trickery — and he was never going to come down from this playground full of food, and oh the man should have just paid for a transit that allowed him to bring pets.

Zhee muttered agreement at that last, but I don’t think the guy heard him. Spaceport officials offered calming words and a reminder that nets had been sent for.

Captain Sunlight asked one of them, “Is there an animal-handling service anywhere nearby?”

“Nowhere close,” was the answer.

She looked back up at me. “Any bright ideas? Here, I’ll show you the description.”

While she unfolded a screen and brought up the information from this particular courier gig, I watched the jumpy creature carefully. He was close enough for a good look now, since he’d come back to snatch another alien citrus off the ground, making the owner yell after him.

My first thought was “monkey,” followed by “frog.” The animal was long-limbed and green, though with velvety fur instead of an amphibian’s shine, and had a tail that could hold fruit just as well as his hands could. Pointy nose, round ears, and the biggest eyes of anyone here except for Zhee. He could probably see a person sneaking up from behind. He was fast. And he was clearly having a great time jumping from one bouncy surface to another, making chattering noises and spitting citrus peel everywhere.

“It’s called a treeleaper,” Captain Sunlight told me. “Warmblooded, diurnal, omnivorous, and ‘a bit of a troublemaker.’”

Mur snorted. “Sounds like your species,” he told me.

“Just with a tail,” Zhee added.

“I wanted a tail as a kid,” I said absently, thinking hard. I’d just caught sight of a shipful of humans disembarking nearby, on the other side of the biggest pile of gel. They looked like they were in pretty good shape. One was already walking on the gel and laughing about the bounce.

I had an idea. “Excuse me, Captain. I think I see reinforcements,” I said, then ran off toward my unsuspecting kinfolk. When I got close, I took great pleasure in yelling, “Hey humans! Who wants to help me chase a monkey across a trampoline??”

They were all smiles and questions, then when I led the way to where they could see the monkey-frog jumping around with stolen fruit, they volunteered immediately.

“I’ll get the small cargo net!”

“Do you think the big gravity wands will slow it down?”

“Bet you a cleaning shift that I can grab it in a towel.”

“You’re on!”

I told Captain Sunlight that I had successfully recruited some animal-catchers, and she didn’t bat an eye, just suggesting that our crew gather similar tools from our own ship. Zhee and the twins rushed off while Mur stayed to yell suggestions.

The other humans were already venturing into the bounce zone. I hurried to follow, grabbing a fist-sized lime thing from the ground as I did. We made a wide circle before closing in.

The treeleaper saw us coming, of course. Threw a half-eaten fruit at one person and made a rude noise at another, then sprang up to ricochet between surfaces like an unholy pinball.

Thus began a merry chase.

It brought back memories of bouncy houses and birthday parties at the trampoline gym. The gel was tough enough to take an impact without doing more than denting briefly and launching a person hooting into the air, to rebound off another surface and hopefully not smack into anyone else in midair. There were a couple close calls. But that just made everything funnier somehow.

I jumped off one gel wall with and hit another with my shoulder, making the monkey-frog turn a 180 back towards a pair of guys with gravity wands. He tried to spring away to the side, but I threw my lime to bounce off a surface nearby, spooking him enough to change direction yet again. Somebody slid down a gel slab like a rubbery playground slide, yelping as that turned into a wild tumble. The animal didn’t know what to make of all the flailing and laughter. His hesitation was enough for the gravity wands to lift him partway off the gel, then when he stuck a leg out far enough to jump free, he was immediately bagged by a grinning lady with a cargo net.

Everybody cheered.

The treeleaper growled and tried to scramble free, but no luck. Somebody else caught up and helped tie the net off with a scarf. Everyone settled down to minimal bouncing, and many hands worked together to carry the bundle of ropes and disgruntled animal back to solid ground.

“You got him! Is he okay? He didn’t sprain anything in that net, did he? I hope he didn’t eat too much fruit. He’ll do that if given the chance, you know.” The owner was grateful and worried and relieved and talkative.

Eggskin had arrived from our ship with a medical scanner, and thankfully they could put everyone’s mind at ease about the state of our animal cargo. The treeleaper was fine. It had a stomach full of fruit and a bloodstream full of adrenaline, but all it needed was a nice nap in its carrying cage.

I considered asking why it hadn’t been in the carrier before, when the rented shuttle got its windows smashed, but I didn’t.

A small hand patted my back, as far up as it could reach. “Earning your keep once again,” said Captain Sunlight.

I laughed. “That was my pleasure.”

Another human lingering nearby asked, “Is there anything else that needs catching? That was great.”

“Yeah, you should sell tickets to this!” agreed another.

A Frillian in a port uniform said, “No, but thank you.” She paused, then added, “Hm. I wonder if that’s worth suggesting to the owner of all this insulation. It’s useless for its intended purpose now that it’s breached the sanitation shielding.”

I smiled. “It still makes an excellent trampoline even with footprints all over it. Lay those out in an empty field and charge people entrance, and they could make back a decent amount of money. You get plenty humans through this port, right?”

The woman who’d caught the treeleaper said, “We’re here early for a family reunion before the big festival, then there are three or four sporting events in a row. Let us know if that does happen, because we can get you a lot of humans interested in jumping on this stuff.”

I had to leave with the animal cargo back to our courier ship, so I didn’t hear how the rest of the conversation went, but I saw the official bring the representative of the hauling group over to meet the humans. He looked very interested in what the spokesperson had to say.

I grinned at the scene as I walked away: the intense conversation in front of the vast playground of bouncy surfaces. I wondered if we’d get a chance to come back for a visit when they got it set up properly.

~~~

The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come! And I am currently drafting a sequel!

#my writing #The Token Human #humans are weird #haso #hfy #eiad #humans are space orcs #and today #humans are space monkeys #who enjoy certain things just as much as the next primate-adjacent entity #add another one to the list of things I've made up that I'd love to do in real life

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saga: SOUMISSION / DOMINATION 120

Comme prévu, j'organise pour mon nouveau client policier (en fait c'est un mec des anciennement RG) son plan arrestation de racailles. Jimmy est en jogging Adidas et sketts et Ed en ptit bourge, jeans, polo et mocassins.

Pendant le trajet en voiture (j'ai emprunté celle de Marc, la Z8 n'a que deux places !), j'explique à Ed les détails du plan. Jimmy le rassure en lui disant que ce plan l'avait fait kiffer grave. J'ai emporté un dictaphone pour enregistrer les propos échangés. Il ne me restera qu'a me souvenir des éléments visuels.

Nous arrivons chez lui, je sonne. Il nous ouvre, me glisse mon enveloppe et aussitôt attrape mes deux demi-portions (à coté de lui !), les plaque contre le mur, jambes écartées et les menotte direct dans le dos.

Dans le texte : Lui - alors mes petites salopes, je vous tiens ! Toi le beur, tu aimes tellement ma bite que tu recommence tes conneries ? C'est qui le ptit mec qui est avec toi ? Jimmy (avec un air effrayé) - Non, non msieur, c'est juste un potes. Lui - c'est ça, tu vas finir par me dire que c'est ton cousin ! Jimmy - non, c'est juste un copain. Lui (se tournant vers Ed) - ha ! toi aussi tu l'encules ? Lui (vers Jimmy) - en plus de dealer tu fais la pute ?

Et de les emmener direct vers le sous sol et sa salle de commissariat. Je les suit et prend un fauteuil dans un coin de la pièce. Il attache Jimmy au radiateur ce qui le force à s'asseoir par terre. Et il place Ed sur la chaise devant son bureau. Là il se place devant lui les fesses sur le bord du plateau mettant bien en évidence son paquet moulé par le jeans.

Lui - alors comment tu t'appelles ? Ed (à qui j'avais fait la leçon) - Marc Antoine. Lui (vers Jimmy) - et tu vas me dire que tu fréquentes la haute !

L'interrogatoire continu et il arrive bien à mettre Ed mal à l'aise. Jimmy de son coté s'est bien mis dans le jeu et prend son rôle de dealer de shit et de son cul avec naturel. Il finit au bout d'une demi heure à arracher à mes deux jeunes recrues que oui il est un dealer (pour Jimmy) et que oui il est bien un client régulier (pour Ed).

Couplet moralisateur comme quoi la drogue c'est pas bien, ça fait des dégâts et peut faire faire des bêtises... Et il achève par un - par contre le sexe, si tu te protège bien, ça t'apporte autant de plaisir sans déchéance physique. Je vais vous montrer.

Là, il les met debout et les déshabille. Jimmy bande déjà à moitié ce qui lui vaut une réflexion de notre client. Ed, lui, n'en mène pas large. De temps en temps il me glisse un regard interrogateur auquel je répond par un hochement de tête qui le fait continuer.

Lui (vers Ed) - comme c'est lui qui bande en premier (en montrant le sexe de Jimmy) c'est toi qui va le sucer.

Réticence d'Ed - je ne suis pas un homo.

Lui - tu n'as pas le choix, je te fais ta première séance de désintox. C'est ça ou la tôle. Et la bas, ton ptit cul il sera à la fête tous les jours et même plusieurs fois par jour !

Ed capitule et s'agenouille pour sucer Jimmy dont la bite à pris toute son ampleur. Au bout de 5 à 10 mn, le client déboutonne son jeans avec difficulté et sort sa grosse bite et ses couilles. Il les présente à Ed et lui dit

comme tu as l'air d'aimer ça finalement, tu peux bien t'essayer sur celle là.

Ed joue bien le jeu, il dit qu'elle est trop grosse, qu'il ne peut pas...

Le mec le prend par le cou (comme il est à genoux par terre, il n'a pas grande liberté de s'échapper) et lui enfonce d'autorité sa bite direct dans la gorge. Ed s'étrangle avec conviction (je crois que ce n'est même pas joué ce moment là !).

Lui - tu vois que tu aimes ça !

Jimmy ne veut pas rester de coté, il gueule et le mec le détache du radiateur tout en le re menottant dans le dos. Il le met à coté d'Ed et Jimmy se penche pour bouffer les boules qui vont avec la teub qui défonce la gorge de son copain de galère.

Lui - tu vois ton pote il aime ça. Une vraie salope, j'avais déjà remarqué la dernière fois ou je l'avais arrêté !

Là, il continue un bon moment sur ce type de conversation. Bientôt il se met à piner une bouche après l'autre, un coup dans la gorge d'Ed, un autre dans celle de Jimmy. Commentaires :

- regarde ptit bourge comment il prend bien la queue ton dealer. !

et de plonger trois ou quatre fois sa bite dans la gorge de l'intéressé sans qu'il ne tousse. Ed fait de son mieux quand son tour arrive mais j'entend quand même que c'est moins " naturel " que pour Jimmy !

La séance de pipe dure bien 3/4 d'heure.

Il se met à poil devant deux paires yeux intéressés. Il est assez beau mec dans le genre brute ! Puis il lace un cockring autour de sa queue, derrière les boules. Sa bite déjà fort respectable prend encore bien 1 bon cm aussi bien de long et un do demi de large. Et d'annoncer à ses deux prisonniers,

- Avec ça je vais pouvoir durer un bon moment dans vos culs.

Récriminations de Jimmy

- Non msieur, j'suis pas une pute ! repris en coeur par Ed, - j'suis pas un Pd !.

il détache Jimmy et le force à se coucher sur le dos sur le bureau débarrassé de tout la fausse paperasserie. Puis il détache Ed et lui dit de se mettre en 69. Ed fait semblant de pas savoir ce que c'est. Ça lui vaut une bourrade dans les cotes (gentille) et le mec l'attrape par les hanches le soulève comme une plume et le place au dessus de Jimmy en 69. Là, il attache chaque poignet avec la cheville qui lui correspond et il leur ordonne de se sucer mutuellement. Alors que le 69 démarre doucement, je le vois préparer gel et Kpotes.

Il leur ordonne alors de se bouffer mutuellement le cul. Mes deux mignons s'en donnent à coeur joie et pour améliorer la position, Le mec détache les poignets d'Ed pour pouvoir lui faire passer les jambes de Jimmy sous les bras. Là, il attache les deux chevilles ensembles, enfermant le torse d'Ed dans le ciseau des cuisses de Jimmy puis, il attache les poignets d'Ed à des anneaux que je n'avais pas vu sous le rebord du plateau.

Le cul de Jimmy est alors bien positionné pour qu'Ed le mange. Le mec se branle en regardant le tableau. Je bande un max mais ne peut intervenir ! Au retour, je les gaverais de mon jus !

Il finit par kpoter son monstre et le pousse sous le nez d'Ed pour s'enfoncer dans Jimmy. Ed à bien compris le jeu et il lèche la hampe pendant toute la pénétration avant de sniffer dans les poils du pubis de l'enculeur. L'odeur de la sueur va le faire se détendre façon poppers ! Le mec prend la tête d'Ed et la replace sur la teub de Jimmy qui n'a pas débandée sous l'effet de sa dilatation anale. Et, pendant qu'il lime le trou , il maitrise la fellation d'Ed en tenant sa tête de ses deux mains. Il demande à Jimmy si le cul d'Ed est prêt. A sa réponse positive, il décule et fais le tour du bureau. Je vois qu'il change bien de kpote pendant le trajet. Il se place au dessus de la tête de Jimmy et pose son gland sur la rosette couverte de salive d'Ed. il pousse, Ed avance involontairement. Le client attrape Ed par les hanches pour le fixer et donne un coup de rein qui fait entrer son gland. Léger gémissement de la part d'Ed. J'ai peur que la salive soit insuffisante. J'intervient pour protéger ma " marchandise ". Le flic sort son gland et le remplace par l'embout d'un tube de lubrifiant. Il le presse et en vide une moitié dans les boyaux d'Ed. Il ajoute à cela un dosage sévère de poppers et s'enfonce dès le premier frémissement d'anus. Pour compenser l'attente, il entre sa queue entièrement sans faire de pause ! Ed super dilaté et lubrifié encaisse comme un homme. Ils sont bien ces deux petits ! Sans qu'un ordre ne leur soit donné, Jimmy bouffe les grosses couilles rasées du mec alors qu'Ed a repris sa pipe sur Jimmy.

Notre client change de cul encore deux fois limant sur la totalité de ses 26cm les deux petits culs à sa disposition. Après une bonne heure de sodomie, il lâche les vannes et se retire d'un coup d'Ed, dékpote et jute un max sur son dos. La quantité est telle que le sperme dégouline de ses flancs pour salir Jimmy. Je m'aperçois qu'Ed à juté lors du retrait de la méga bite sur le ventre de Jimmy et ce dernier gaver Ed de son jus. Le ptit con avale ! je vais devoir remettre les pendules à l'heure au retour !! le seul sperme qu'il ont droit de boire est le miens et celui de Marc ! Le client les détache et les envoie sous la douche.

Il vient vers moi et nous discutons. Il me dit qu'il a bien pris son pieds et que ça valait le prix. Il me dit qu'il aimerais aller plus loin question domination. Je réfléchi, avec mes deux jeune recrues hors de question, trop jeunes. Avec Jean, c'est pas trop son trip. Il ne me reste que Ric mais j'ai promis à son père de ne pas en faire une pute ! je vais devoir négocier. Je pense pouvoir avancer qu'un trip domi hard pourrait être une récompense pour Ric au regard de ce qu'il sert à son père !

JARDINIER

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