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cranberryjuice-posts · 3 months

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I loved your stories with Clarisse. I wanted to know if I could do one where Reader is a daughter of Nemesis. Normally very quiet and "calm", to the point that many don't understand how she and Clarisse work out. But one day, some campers set up an ambush for Clarisse in the capture the flag and she ends up getting hurt. Even though Clarisse doesn't care much, Reader comes up with a plan worthy of Annabeth's surprise, and takes revenge on the campers who hurt her girlfriend. Everyone knew it was her, but there was no concrete proof so she gets away with it.

RAHH‼️‼️

I’m not your friend

Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Fem! Daughter of nemesis! Reader

An - im Actually loving all these request also i didnt add much of the song to the fic bc low-key i forgot that was the song I choose but it’s ok I’m just a girl

Palestine help links

The conch shell rang loudly. You looked up and sighed, finishing tying your shoes you grabbed your weapon of choice before heading towards your spot at flag patrol.

Clarisse ran past you but stopped. She gently grabbed your waist, kissing you she grinned. “Feel like a winning day?”

“Maybe” You mumbled with a smile. Clarisse kissed you one last time for ‘good luck’ before she ran off to do some hunting.

Many campers were confused about your relationshp. Clarisse who was an arrogant and abrasive girl who had to much pride for her own good, managed to end up dating you a calm collected and quiet daughter of nemesis. Some figured your gentle nature just happened to balance out clarisse chaotic one.

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You aimlessly walked in circles around the flag with the other kid who was patrolling with you doing the same. You stepped on a twig which made a loud snap, you felt an over whelming sense of anxiety. Your kiss earlier for good luck had also connected you and clarisse both in battle a gift you had inherited from your mother.

You grabbed your weapon that was sitting on a near by rock quickly. “Where are you going!” The kid who was patrolling with you yelled as you ran off.

Soon you found clarisse sitting against a tree wincing in pain as her sibling was adjusting her arm into a sling.

“What happened” You anxiously dropped by clarisse moving some curls out of her face. “Fucking Athena kid made some dumbass trap” clarisse nodded her head as a signal for her siblings, they moved her arm fast making her yell a string of insults in Greek. After a few minutes she panted as the pain subsided “Sprained my arm but it’s fine, i can still fight”

“No Your not” You sternly spoke.

“It’s whatever just a sprained arm I’ll live, can’t say the same for that Athena bitch though” clarisse muttered under her breath.

You looked up at her siblings and gave them a look which they understood was ‘don’t let her leave from here’. The kids looked at eachother but kept quiet, you leaned over and kissed clarisse. “Stay here ok.. 20 minutes and if I win the game you will take a break for a few days ok”

Clarisse grinned at the bet “and if you don’t?”

“You’ll get my meats for the next month”

“Fine”

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You spent the next ten minutes getting caught. You get caught then you had the advantage in setting your trap.

Luke tossed you down with a small pile of kids one of which was your brother Ethan. You pretended to be sad and dissaptioned using your clean record charm to your advantage.

“Sorry y/n It’s Nothing Personal Just fun and games” Luke gave you his same old sarcastic smile.

“No it’s ok I get it” you shrugged your shoulders. Waiting for him to walk away you turned to Ethan. “You set the ropes right?” You leaned over and whispered

“Yeah did everything like you asked” he muttered while glaring up at the blue team kid who’s as standing guard over the captured kids.

It took about 10 minutes until you heard a loud commotion, with that you had knocked out the solider standing guard stole the flag and ran off to the lakes shore.

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The final conch rang signaling your teams victory. Clarisse rolled her eyes as she walked over towards you shaking her head at your dumb sarcastic grin. As your group celebrated, the blue team walked over with Chiron in tow.

“Her fucking y/n she’s the one who set up that damn trap” Liam a Hermes kid pointed at you accusingly you however remained innioncent.

“What trap?” You played it off.

“Oh you little—“ liam started to get into your face but clarisse immeaditly stepped in. Chiron however put his arm inbetween the two to keep things cordial.

“How about you tell me what the trap was” the centaur looked down at the angry kid. He had been scuffed up pretty bad with a few bleeding cuts of his own.

“It was a Large rope scheme, we stepped into our safe zone and boom a loud explosion of green fire went off before we could leave more went off getting practically all of our team surrounded in Greek fire, then once we got free half of us were swept up into the tree upside down by that point the flag had been taken and now we’re here and I know it was y/n because… well I can’t actually prove it but I know it was her!”

You kept your innocent appearance with a small smile still denying the accusations.

“I’m sorry Liam but if there’s no solid proof I can’t do anything, as far as I see y/n is innocent” Chiron sighed while setting a comforting arm on his shoulder. The kid scoffed and stormed away, as everybody cleared off you smiled at clarisse giving her a kiss. “So about the bet” you grinned.

“Shut up” she laughed but kissed you back. In the corner of your eye you saw annabeth chase of all people walking over to you.

She stopped infront of you with a serious expression. You raised an eyebrow confused but waited for her to speak. “I know you set that trap, and I know you made sure not to leave an evidence you did it. Next time you wont be so lucky” she crossed her arms, you knew annabeth was a force to be reckoned with and crossing her was a bad idea. “But you have my respect that was a good trick you pulled today. Enjoy your celebratory dinner” she sighed before walking away.

You looked back at clarisse for a moment. You smiled wide at her laughing at her pretend agitated face at the fact you had won and clarisse ultimate lost.

“You know” clarisse started while walking back to the dining hall with you. “It’s kinda hot how you managed to fuck up a bunch of kids just because I got hurt, don’t tell me your over protective”

“Shut up clarisse”

Clarisse - this is bullshit

Y/n - you lost now you have to rest for a week

Clarisse - again this is bull shit

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#lesbian #wlw #clarisse la rue #clarisse pjo #clarisse my beloved #clarisse x female reader #butch clarisse #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse x you #clarisse larue #clarisse x reader #percy jackson show #pjo show #pjo fandom #percy jackson fanfiction

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charlotteharlatan · 10 months

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Do you ever think about what would have happened if Mary Hodges (formerly Mary Loquacious) hadn’t interrupted Crowley and Aziraphale’s “intimate moment”?

Because I do. I think about it a lot.

First off, the way that this shot is set up is perfect. Mary - Mary who had a key role in the whole “Antichrist shuffle” fiasco, and who is a walking reminder of the approaching apocalypse that will separate Aziraphale and Crowley - is literally coming between them. The show is full of these beautifully simple, yet easy-to-miss moments that only last a few frames.

Now, on its surface, this part of the scene mostly plays as humorous because Crowley and Aziraphale are sexless-by-default, non-human entities who just happen to come across to most humans as a very aesthetic queer couple. So naturally, Mary makes the same assumption as every other human that so much as glances in their direction, and isn’t that a laugh?

Except that…she’s not actually wrong about it being an intimate moment. Not just in the physical sense, although I think this is the closest we see them physically get in the whole first season (not counting being literally inside each other’s corporations, I suppose).

But it’s intimate in the emotional sense too, because Crowley is worried and stressed about having lost the Antichrist, and now on top of everything else he’s got Aziraphale calling him “nice” and poking at some very old wounds (if he’s so “nice” then why did he Fall?). And Crowley is also probably *frightened* - they’re inside a former Satanic convent that kept regular contact with not just Crowley himself, but also Hastur, and probably other demons too. For all Crowley knows, someone from his side could still be lurking about; they could overhear and get them both in big trouble.

And as if all that weren’t enough, I don’t think I’m imagining a healthy dose of frustration with Aziraphale in the mix either. Just a few minutes prior, the angel essentially tempted Crowley into miracling the paint stain out of his coat, and then broke their rules by saying “thank you” for it. Aziraphale has spent at least the last few centuries sending him some very mixed signals and we can see that Crowley is done with them dancing around each other. That game was more or less fine before, they had time, all the time in the world. But now, in just a few days, all the time in the world will be ENDING. And yet here’s Aziraphale, playing the same game as always, acting like nothing between them has changed, even though they both know better.

So yeah, it all comes to a head in that moment, and Crowley (sort of understandably) loses it a bit. He won’t actually hurt Aziraphale and they both know that, but he has to get across to the angel SOMEHOW that he’s experiencing some Big Feelings. And he doesn’t have a whole lot of options as to how to do that. He’s too worked up to communicate effectively. So he goes with the wall slam. This causes an emotionally charged situation which we’re primed to think will have an emotional payoff - the camera pulls in close, a dramatic transition, drawing us in to the tension of the moment right along with Crowley and Aziraphale.

And then there’s Aziraphale, who…doesn’t defend himself at all. Aziraphale, who is kind but far from defenseless, who used to guard the gate of Eden with a flaming sword, who was supposed to fight in a platoon of angels in the final battle. He’s no pushover, and yet he lets himself get literally pushed over. It doesn’t even seem to occur to him to stop Crowley, not even as he’s wrinkling his precious coat.

And maybe this is just my read of this scene, but Aziraphale’s reaction to Crowley coming into his personal space is interesting in and of itself. He doesn’t act as if this is the first instance of Crowley being that close to him - and it is CLOSE. Their lips are centimeters apart. Their noses are touching.

And one might well say that all of it happens so fast that Aziraphale is caught off guard and freezes up, but as so many have already pointed out about this scene, just after Mary interrupts he looks…blatantly longing, and then more than a bit put out.

And after Crowley lets him go, he casually fixes his clothes and goes straight back to bickering. Which may be partially a defense mechanism, because they don’t have time to talk about what just happened, there clearly won’t be any emotional resolution right now. But really, wouldn’t “you go too fast for me” Aziraphale be more rattled if that were truly the first time they had crossed that physical boundary and shared space like this? He looks affected, certainly, but quickly shakes it off.

And, to take it one step further: Aziraphale knows Crowley. He knows what words are likely to set him off. He has an established pattern of having Crowley do things for him, based on Aziraphale’s own prompting (see also: wordlessly asking Crowley to help Hamlet become a hit). Aziraphale does as much tempting to get Crowley to do “nice” things as Crowley does to get him to do “naughty” things. All of which is to say, Aziraphale may have actually been baiting Crowley here, but the bait is just a little too effective, and Aziraphale isn’t fully prepared for the intensity of the response he gets. But there’s a strong case to be made that by calling the demon “nice,” he’s looking to get a specific reaction out of Crowley. Again, not the healthiest form of communication, but it’s what they have in this context, because honesty would be too dangerous.

Which brings me back to my point: it IS an intimate moment, in more ways than Mary could have possibly realized, and what if she hadn’t walked in on them? How would Crowley have finished his sentence that got cut off, and how would Aziraphale have responded to it, to Crowley’s outburst of emotion, or to their proximity?

Maybe he would have gently and politely pushed Crowley away - but to me, something about his expression and body language says he wouldn’t have. Because Aziraphale is tired of dancing around this too, actually, and in the heat of the moment, he may just have closed the distance. Especially if they’ve had “intimate moments” before this one.

And between you and me, I think they did, and I think it was after Crowley saved Aziraphale and his books during the Blitz. It’s a solid explanation for the increased tension between them in the holy water scene.

Anyway. This meta has been sitting in my drafts since before the first trailer came out, S2 is only nine days away, and I’m clearly very normal about all of this.

#good omens #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #go meta #meta #analysis #scene analysis

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 6 months

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Could you do a scenario about Nemona, Penny and Arven with a real who has type null please? Maybe something about it transforming in Silvally?

YES NULL/SILVALLY TIME

I have one in Sword who I call "Bestie", and it's carried me through the Crown Tundra DLC. I want it in Violet so badly aaaa

Also this just reminded me of my fic that I wrote prior to Sun/Moon's release. Ya'll can give it a read if you so desire <3

That being said, this scenario will be like a sequel of sorts

........

Revealing Type: Null--or "Nully" as you've affectionately called it--to your friends was something you were initially nervous about...

But today was finally the day.

Moving away from Alola to attend school here in Paldea was quite the stressful journey, especially for your masked companion who had never know any place besides stark white labs and sandy beaches.

People kept warning you about how dangerous it was, but you never listened...and now your bond with the mysterious normal type has never been stronger.

Ever since you rescued it from an Aether Foundation facility that exploded due to its rampage, it put its trust in you and loved you unconditionally.

Learning the truth behind that supposedly "good" organization and its leader broke your heart. Although nothing devastated you more than realizing Nully had been held captive there as both experiment and prisoner.

You've tried researching its species, checking for notes and hacking into secret files the foundation kept under lock and key--and you discovered that Type: Nulls were basically created as "tamer" versions of Arceus, even having memory discs similar to the plates manufactured. They were meant to kill the Ultra Beasts should they invade Alola.

Instead, they went on a rampage (of course, that's what happens when humans try replicating a god's powers) and were confined to masks and put into cryogenic stasis. The whole project was deemed a failure.

As tragic as it was...you were relieved to have found Nully when you did and get it away from that horrible place.

Even so the mask still made it feel absolutely miserable, but unfortunately you couldn't find any further information on how to remove it without causing your precious Pokémon serious injury. There were no visible clamps to unlock, pulling it off would only cause it great pain, and cutting seemed too risky.

The only benefit was that it made Nully immune to critical hits, but the cons definitely outweighed the pros.

Maybe one of your friends knew more about the Type: Null species, and so you decided to call them all over for a picnic if they had free time.

All you could do was pray that they didn't lose their cool and scare your companion.

That's the last thing either of you needed.

Arven was the first to arrive, with Mabosstiff at his heels as usual, but he stopped dead in his tracks upon seeing the bizarre-looking Pokémon standing by your side. You could tell he was trying not to look too worried, considering the poor thing was hiding behind you now.

Still, it's obvious that he didn't have the slightest clue what he was looking at, so you explained everything to him: where you found Nully, why it looked like a rejected Arceus, and the memory discs you kept in a small folder.

So far, you haven't figured out how to utilize them in-battle. But despite the space they took up in your bag, you refused to throw them away.

"Are you sure there isn't a slot for these somewhere on its mask?" He stared at one of the floppy discs, before glancing back up at Nully, squinting. "It looks like there should be one."

"We've been pals for nearly three years, Arven..I'm pretty sure I would've found the slot by now if there was one." Shaking your head, you took it from him, sighing. "My only option is to get that thing off. The slot's probably on its body somewhere."

"Right...maybe there's a stomach hatch or-"

"¡Mira! You were right, Penny! They do exist!!"

"Nemona, slow down!! They're not going anywhere!!"

Hearing the shouts of two certain ladies from afar, you and Arven looked to see both Nemona and Penny coming over the horizon. The student council president was dragging the poor girl by the arm, with her stumbling to keep up and not lose her glasses.

When they arrived, Penny was dazed and annoyed as she scowled at Nemona, tearing her arm free of her iron grasp. But her attention was quickly set on the peculiar Pokémon who was cowering behind you yet again.

"Wow...I..never thought I'd see one up close before.." Adjusting her glasses, she gazed at Nully with interest.

"You've heard about them before?" You asked.

"Back in Galar, I found some top-secret stuff about Macro Cosmos trying to make their own instances. They literally stole the blueprints from the Aether Foundation."

"...yikes." Nemona remarked, tilting her head as she tried getting a better look at Nully herself. "It seems shy. Maybe a battle will help it-!"

"No battles, at least not right now." You smiled apologetically, patting it on the head as you looked at each other. "I know you're nervous, Nully..but it's okay. They're nothing like the jerks back in Alola who used to pick on us. They're my friends. You can trust them, I promise."

Nodding its head, it relaxed its haunches as it cautiously stepped away from your side, gazing at the trio and seeing their smiles, too.

They weren't looks of pity.

They seemed genuinely thrilled to meet it.

It stood there for some time, taking in everything you've said to it and thinking about how far it's come since you rescued it that fateful day.

Somehow, it knew it was always meant to be your companion--from the very moment you held it as it cried in the Pokémon Center, reassuring it that it's not a monster, but a sweet creature worthy of love and care.

Ever since then, your friendship has grew...and now it feels stronger, willing to put its life on the line for you if need be. Even though most of its powers have been concealed, it didn't feel like some weak and helpless lab experiment.

Oh no.

It was far from that now.

Thanks to your bond, it felt unbelievably strong.

So much so that....the normal-type realized an extraordinary change was imminent.

And you were about to witness it.

"Look! Nully's glowing, [y/n]!" Nemona pointed, her eyes widening as your companion was basked in a familiar light. "Is it evolving???"

"Oh my god...I think so." You gasped, never realizing the possibility of it evolving, but you're now certain that friendship is what triggered it at last.

The most noticeable thing were the cracks that started appearing all over its helmet, pieces of what you assumed was indestructible alien material falling apart. Nully shook its head vigorously, trying to get rid of it as much as possible.

Then it turned its attention to a nearby boulder, letting out a cry before performing a move similar to a Headbutt, ramming into it and letting the rock shatter the helmet completely.

At last, it was free.

When the glow faded, you and your friends gazed in awe as Nully looked back at all of you.

With its mask finally gone, what lied underneath it was a beautiful creature made of both nature and machine, with a beaklike mouth that smiled proudly.

"Nully...?" You murmured, stepping closer.

"Ally." It chirped, walking up to greet you.

Tears began forming in your eyes as your grin widened. "I can't believe it...friendship was all it took to-"

Suddenly, your rotomphone decided to ruin the sweet moment by flying out of your pocket.

It displayed a new entry in your Pokedex, and you grabbed it to read what it had to say, while Arven, Penny, and Nemona checked their own phones.

"I see, you're Silvally now." You gazed back up at Null--Silvally, watching it bow its head respectfully. With a small laugh, you mimicked the gesture, before petting it lovingly as you sighed. "Wow..."

You noticed one of the metal bolts on its face open up like a CD player, indicating that something had to go in there-

"Wait.." Remembering the memory discs, you took one out and held it up. "Do you want me to use this?"

Silvally nodded, although before you could do anything, Arven interjected.

"Hold on, which memory is that?"

"The Dark Memory. It probably just changes its type, but I believe this represents all the pain Silvally had to endure while being trapped in that mask, not knowing what it did wrong or why people shunned it for simply existing." You placed a gentle hand under your companion's jaw. "But now I think it's ready to turn that painful memory into power. So let's see what happens.."

"Silllllv!"

Carefully inserting the disc into the open slot, you watched as it closed up. Then you stepped back, seeing the colors and spikes on its body turn smoky black.

Even its eyes changed, and when they opened they looked even more menacing than ever.

And they stared directly at you.

With a low growl, it crept closer to you, while your friends held back..tense and worried that the pokedex entries were correct: this wasn't something you could so easily control.

There was probably a very good reason for the mask-

Yet any hostility Silvally seemingly expressed disappeared, as it smiled and licked your cheek affectionately, causing you to laugh once more. "Hey, that tickles! C'mere you!"

Hugging its neck, you grinned as you received even more kisses, hearing it purr with happiness. You petted its feathery crest, relieved that it completely trusted you now.

"Wow..it's way cooler than Arceus!" Nemona laughed. "Do you think I can battle it-??"

Silvally just shot her a wary look, and she immediately fell silent, a nervous smile on her face. "Haha, you're right. Not yet. But I swear we're gonna have an epic battle one day!"

"Yeah, one day. But for now, I have something special for this big guy."

"Sill?"

You managed to regain its full attention with a simple yet supereffective move of your very own:

It's called "chin scritches", something that none of your other Pokémon could resist receiving.

The mask obviously made it difficult for Silvally to receive proper affection back then...and you vowed to find a way to break it so you can do just that.

Now it was free of that awful and heavy thing, having a brand new life to look forward to: battles, friendships with other Pokémon, and more.

Even better?

Your three closest friends in all of Paldea were here to witness its evolution--a sign that despite all the odds...your bond was unbreakable.

#clanask #anonymous #pokemon x reader #pokemon scarvi x reader #pokemon scarlet x reader #pokemon violet x reader #pokemon nemona #pokemon nemona x reader #pokemon penny #pokemon penny x reader #pokemon arven #pokemon arven x reader #nemona x reader #penny x reader #arven x reader #type null #silvally

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badly-drawn-doflamingo · 2 months

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The Brutality (and some censoring) Of The Rumbar Deaths.

Similar to my piece on Yorki and his lil sickness, this is again just something that haunts me constantly and is honestly something I don’t see anyone else talking about. Maybe this is because I have Rumbar Pirates autism. The deaths of the Rumbar Pirates are often thought to just be the snippet we see during their final moments, however Oda paints a much darker picture, with such dark hues the anime had to censor some of this. To begin, I am going to introduce you all to a certain Rumbar Pirate. Pirates.

This is Madaisuki! He has a twin brother named Madawadasuki Mizuta!

These Mizuta boys are named this because they are the japanese pun of “I love DOTS!” and “Dots ain’t half bad!” We know they were young, and that they wanted to be just like Brook. (I will go over these statements a bit later.) They wore matching clothing, mirroring one another as some twins do, having a tight bond. We already know their candles were snuffed out too short, but do you know how this happened to each? Madawadasuki is shown in the Bink’s Sake flashback, blood pooling on his temple and matting some of his hair. He looks tired, but with a smile, plays on with the other remaining crew. That is the key word here, remaining. There were hundreds of men on this ship yet THIS is what we see surrounding Brook on the deck? Where are the rest. THAT is where Madaisuki comes in.

Madaisuki does not die on screen, but his body, just the body, is gruesome enough that the anime had to censor it. When we find the young man, he is in one of the off rooms, looks to be the dining area, thrown onto the floor with his arms outstretched, with his hair still attached to the skull.

This is not the reason behind the censoring, no, the reason is the cause of death.

Plunged into his skull and back, pinning his body to the floor with his jaw still open, are his own weapons. His own swords pin his body to the floor, so even if he somehow survived the attack, he could not get up, however with your own blade through your brain case and into the blood spattered floor below you, that is not much of an option.

This leaves a few things open for the reader to take in. Why is he tucked away in an off room like this? Well, it means the battle either continued into these rooms, not just on deck, which is more than likely shown by the shattered mirrors and doors in the bedrooms and hallways we see, or poor Madaisuki was cornered, and slain.

In any case, this means his brother either also saw this and continued to smile and sing for Laboon, or held a hope that somehow, his twin was just somewhere else, tucked away to die in peace.

This is just one body, one upon hundreds, we know this because of a line Franky states so casually I am unsure if the anime added it; “We could not carry them all, we buried them here. The weight was too much for the Sunny to take.”

The weight was too much for the Sunny to take.

How many men died, because those multiple upon multiple coffins were not filled with bodies, but skulls. Only skulls.

If the ship cannot carry it, how do we expect BROOK?? He must hold grief for he was acting Captian, these things on his head alone, and knowing he failed his partner, my god, that must ache. To know you created widows, fatherless children, families who will never know if their little boys or men or partners or fathers would come home. No closure, only Brook, and the poison that caused the remaining light-hearted musicians to bleed out in their little heap.

When Brook picks up the skull of Madaisuki, a memory comes to mind. Perhaps not a recent one, for he knew them for many years, but one that stood out to him. One Oda chose for us to see as a representation of Brook’s thoughts;

“You’re awesome, Brook! Can you teach me to swordfight like you?”

We see the body, with his own weapons used against him, holding his corpse in place with a hole blasted through his brain. His polka dots he adored are spattered as well, torn where his ribcage was cut open. Brook failed him. He failed them all, in his eyes, not the viewer or actuality. And this breaks my heart.

#these men had no idea the brutality of pirates #there was no one piece #we are the Rumbar pirates #here to put a smile on every child’s face #they were just sweethearts #and they were GUTTED #one piece #rumbar pirates #brook #calico Yorki #mizuta twins #character analysis #the Rumbar pirates #anime #their Motto was LITERALLY #character death

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mysicklove · 1 year

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you ask for a thirst?, I shall deliver. this is something I've thought about but I don't know if it's good enough for a fic.. pro-hero!kirishima, who has a worker (like an assistant, fem!reader) who whenever he does something well (idk defeats a powerful villain, or something along the lines) rewards him by fucking him.

THIS IS SHIT IM SORRY!!

No this is such a good idea. I swear that makes so much sense with his character. I was going to make this a drabble but one thing led to another…

𝐌𝐑. 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓!

Paring: Sub! Top! Pro-Hero Kirishima x Dom! Bottom! Female! Assistant reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Oral (fem receiving), vaginal penetration, multiple orgasms, teasing lol

A/N: This low-key isn't hot, its more fun and cute. I feel like hot-very serious sex is not Kirishimas thing, but also idk what im talking about. I also head cannon him to have a VERY high stamina so lololol

In the beginning, you would make small positive regards on well he did in battle. As his personal assistant, it wasn't unheard of to praise your boss. But then you slowly became more confident when you noticed how positively he reacted. You switched to running your fingers down his biceps and fluttering your lashes at him, while you called him “big” and “strong.” This was the first time you saw him get hard. You kept it to yourself.

You realized he had a crush on you not long later. Watched him come racing to your desk to tell you about his missions. Watched him squirm and falter whenever you got too close to him. And finally watched his crumble under you when you first sucked him off.

But you have never fucked. He was desperate for it at this point and you hung it over his head. It was adorable watching him slowly get pent-up and frustrated. But he never complained.

So you couldn't help but tease him just a tad.

He races out of his desk when he got the call from Pinky. On his way out he sees you, sitting at your desk sucking on a lollipop. He forces himself to tear his gaze away from your lips, that oh just recently was around him, so that he could continue walking.

You on the other hand, rest your head on your hand and grin up at him, before taking the lollipop out of your mouth. “Make sure to be a good boy and catch that villain, maybe you’ll get a nice reward when you come back,” You call and he froze mid-step to turn back to you.

His face turns red and he brings his hands up to play with his face gear in embarrassment. “What type of reward? Do you mean…Do you really…Wait–Stop it! I have to go! I’ll come back, I promise, please wait for me, I’ll be good!” And with that he quickly runs away from you leaving you with a small smirk, loving the way you make the pro hero flustered.

The villain was hard to catch. Simply for one, his quirk was strong, and two, Eijiro could not stay focused. Your voice and that goddamn lollipop could not leave his head and the idea of reward? It was too much for him.

So, when Dynamite grabs the villain, Eijiro manages to scamper away and sprint back to his office. He ignored the raised eyebrow from Pinky, who is confused due to the fact that he always stays around just to make sure nothing happens. They failed to understand that he has somewhere to be!

He rushes over to his office and sees you sitting on his desk, legs crossed, and playing with his Red Riot nameplate. He tries to calm his rapid breaths from the run, so he doesn’t look too desperate, but it fails, and you smirk at him.

He gulps. He is your boss, why the hell is he getting so flustered around you?

“Cmere Mr. Red Riot,” You purr and he jumps. He loves it when you call him that. The two of you have been working together for a while, and he assured you to call him Kirishima, but now at this very moment, he regrets asking you that. Because why the hell does his hero name sound so sexy when it falls from your lips?

He quickly shuts and locks the door before following your command. He stands in front of you and has to look down to make eye contact with you. He towers over you in this position. “Can I have, uh, have my reward now? The villain…He is in jail.” You begin to run your fingers over his bare chest, slightly glistening with sweat. He shudders.

“Was my strong pro-hero doing a good job protecting the city?” You purr as you trace a circle around one of his nipples.

He nods his head rapidly but winces when you pinch the nub lightly. “Y-Yeah! I was good like you said!”

You smile warmly and he looks away with a small blush. “That's great. Good job. What would you like as a reward? I can schedule you a couple of days off from work–I mean you definitely deserve a vacation”

His eyes snap back toward yours in confusion. He leans forward and rests his head on your shoulder. “Don't tease me. You know what I want,” He whines and you grin.

“I can't read minds. You gotta tell me, Red.” Another nickname he adores so much. Probably even more than Red Riot, due to the fact you used it when you gave him head last time.

“Wanna fuck you.” You giggle lightly at the comment and he blushes even more. Then, he mumbles out, “Please?”

You lean forward and begin to press light kisses on his torso and he sighs. “Take off your clothes, love. Is the door locked?” You murmur and he nods his head. “Good boy.” He looks away with a wobbly smile. Then, he begins to undress.

Now, he stands in front of you, completely bare, contrasting your fully clothed self. He can't bear to look at you, he's too embarrassed. His fists clench at his side, waiting for your command.

You slip off your small cardigan and then shimmy your mini skirt off. He watches eagerly, trying his best to not get too hard. Then, you begin to fake struggle with your buttons and look up at him with a pout. “Do you, um, need help Y/N?”

You smile at him. “Would you?” He gulps but nods. He takes a step closer to you and with shaky fingers he begins to take off your shirt, button by button. He holds his hands on your waist as he stares at your now bare breasts. You weren't wearing a bra. He was hard.

You grab his chin and press your lips to his. He moans into it and kisses you back with such intensity, you have to slightly lean back. You fall backward on his desk and he leans over you, elbows leaning next to your head. You feel his cock brush against your panties and gasp.

He begins to kiss your neck and moves down your body. “Been waiting for this. For so long,” He murmurs against your skin, looking up at you with doe eyes.

“Yeah? Ever since I gave you that blowjob?” He licks your stomach and smiles.

“Ever since the first day you complimented me.”

“So desperate,” You tease and he huffs, gently nipping at the skin beneath him.

“But I didn't say anything! Didnt, want to make you uncomfortable!”

“I know. You're so cute.” He blushes again and falters. It's one of those compliments he can't help but blush at. His whole life he tried to be manly and somehow he is reduced to being “cute” to you. It made him feel strange, but good. “Want you to eat me out, can you do that for me, Red?”

He was buzzing with excitement. He has been waiting patiently for you to allow him to return the favor. “Y-Yeah! Thank you.” You laugh lightly at his politeness.

He tears himself from the desk and kneels in front of your clothed pussy. He grabs the lacey underwear and pulls it down, exposing you completely. He stares at it, admiring it with blown pupils. He doesn't know where to start. His throbbing cock was distracting him. “Taking your sweet time down there aren't ya? Need any help?”

He grips your hips and pulls you forward onto his mouth. You gasp. His arms wrap around the back of your thighs and he traps you in his hold. He laps and suckles like a starved man.

Your head falls back against the desk and you arch your back slightly. One of your hands falls on his red hair and grips it. “Doing so well for me. Making me f-feel so good.” His moans come out muffled.

He begins to hump the air and his eyes begin to water with his lack of air. Drool and other juices begin to drip down his chin and his red eyes don't leave yours. He feels a sense of pride when he watches you come undone. It makes me feel like he is needed.

He unbelievably was messy. The noises that came from below were lewd and if anyone pressed their ear against the door, they would definitely know exactly what was happening. Eijiros flushed and wet face didn't help your case.

“Fuck! Going to cum. Dont, stop!” You moan as your body begins to contract. Eijiro nods against you and whines softly when you tug his hair. He grabs your hips and pressed them even closer to his face and your mouth goes open in a silent moan, and you tremble against him.

When you come down Eijiro doesn't seem to get the hint. In fact, with the added juices he seems to lap at your cunt even harder. “Enough Kirishima.”

He pulls away immediately at the command with a dazed look. Unknown liquids drip from his face and his eyes furrow. “Red,” He reminds and you roll your eyes with a smile, before bracing yourself on your elbows.

“Yeah, yeah. Red. Now tell me Red, do you want me to suck you off or do you want to fuck me?” He sits on his knees and thinks for a minute. You grab a tissue from his desk and lean forward to wipe his drenched mouth. He smiles wide, showing his pointy teeth and you laugh.

“Fuck me.” He sighs dreamily and you hold back a laugh. “I mean you. Fuck you. Not fuck you as in “Fuck you!” like I want to fu–”

“Okay yeah, I got it. Cmere.” He nods his head, ears burning red, and leans back over you. He kisses you again and you can taste yourself. He thrusts his tongue into your mouth with a moan. You feel his throbbing cock on your thigh, so you pull away and glance down.

It's huge. Red and throbbing. Drops of pre drip from it and onto your thigh. When you turn your gaze back to the man in front of you, you hold back a coo. You swear he is giving you puppy dog eyes. “Well? Put it in.”

“I can? For real now?” If he was a puppy, his tail would be wagging frantically. But he wasn't and you were getting impatient.

“Yeah, if you put it in before I dry up.”

“Sorry! Just excited!” You laugh as he lines up his cock, his face bright red. With one quick, but hard thrust, he is in and the two of you moan. His mouth grazes against yours and he looks at you with lidded eyes when he slowly begins to start moving his hips. Your legs wrap around his hips and he sighs.

“Mhmmm feels good,” he mumbles. You nod your head and his hips begin to go quicker and stronger. He pulls himself away from you to stand fully up. He grabs your hips and continues to ram his cock into you. “Been thinking about this forever,” He whines and your smile, and squeeze your eyes shut when he hits that spot.

“Yeah?” You say, knowing he already told you this earlier. It was cute though.

“Yeah! I-I kept thinking about it today. Oh god! Got distracted earlier.” He groans and presses a kiss to your leg. You grip the edge of the desk as your body continues to move up and down on the desk from the force of his thrusts.

You try to stay composed, but it's a lot harder now. “Aw, Pro-Hero couldn't stop thinking about fucking his assistant? You're so lewd, Red Riot. What would the fans think?” He whines and his blush flares at your teasing tone. He loves it. Loves how condescending and pitying you sound, it makes him feel dumb.

He flips you over and your eyes widen as your chest now touches the cool desk. He brings your hips back so that they fall over the edge of the desk and then pushes his body on top of yours, chest to your back. His much larger frame covers you completely as he rests his elbows on the table next to your head so he doesn't crush you. “Can't help it!” He finishes, acting like he didn't just switch positions so rapidly.

Lewd smacks and grunts fill the air and the two of you pant. Eijiro hasn't stopped talking, constantly chanting out praises and whines. His rough pace never slowed down and you have already came. His stamina was unbelievable, you barely could keep up with him.

“Oh no. No no no. I'm going to cum–Not yet! It can't end yet!” Even in your exhausted state, you laugh and then whine.

“S-So dramatic. We can go again love. A-And when you get back from your missions!” The last part comes out shaky and your eyes slightly roll back.

Either from your words or his upcoming orgasm, he was going even faster. “Will you reward me every time? Please, please, please! I'll continue being good, I promise!” He flips you over and you are looking back into his eyes. Desperation leaks from his face, for whatever reason afraid of you saying no.

You shakily reach a handout cup on his cheek, and he leans into your palm immediately. Sweat and lose tears fall from his face and onto yours. “Of course. Now, be good and cum for me, Red.”

He nods his head rapidly and whines into your neck. “I'm cumming. Thank you! Thank you! Oh fuck.” His hips stutter and he cums in you with one last high-pitched moan.

The hero half collapses on you, now only one arm to brace himself up. You pet his head affectionately.

He turns to you, eyes half-lidded and grinning with an after-sex glow. “Round two?”

There is a knock at the door and the two of you freeze. “Mr. Red Riot, you have a meeting in five minutes. Oh and if you see Ms. L/N, please let me know!”

He looks at you with those puppy dog eyes again. “Do I have to go?” He whispers into your neck and you laugh, before pushing his sweaty body off of you.

“Go, you horny bastard.”

“Will I get another reward if I do?” He grins and you pinch the bridge of your nose. He doesn't leave until you agree.

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Go by the Board

Pairing: Pirate! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Word count: 5.7k

Tags: Use of Y/N sparsely, no specific physical description of the reader, CW food mentions, TW violence, CW injury, TW blood, TW death, CW needles.

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CHAPTER 4 >>> CHAPTER 5

The bandages around your wrists itch, you try not to scratch the annoying feeling away knowing infection on a ship could be deadly for you. Frozen in a fetal position, your legs tucked under the dust covered blankets, you focus on the locked door, the silver pendant hanging on the doorknob sways as the boat rocks in the wild waves.

You've only slept for a few hours following what you've witnessed, the sailor's screams still echo in your mind, clawing and gnawing at your skull. You try not to think about it, pushing the image of him writhing on the blood soaked floorboards.

Maybe it's better if you don't think about it, ever. Scrubbing it from your mind, you exhale a shaky breath, fingers twitching to scratch that annoying itch.

Why is it so fucking itchy? Your nose itches. Why does everything in this damned room smell old? The small cabin seems to swallow you whole as you lay on the unusually soft mattress. You twist and turn, kicking the blankets away in frustration. Your head pounds from the oncoming headache.

Gritting your teeth, you hear gasps and pained yells from outside. There's something dragging under the sound of curses. You sit up, your eyes feel heavy, it seems like your brain is trying to escape from you. You don't blame it.

You do your best at trying to look normal, well normal for someone who hasn't slept for more than four hours for two days straight. Straightening your back, the noises stop right at your door.

There's shuffling then the clinking of keys, the door bursts open, a man stumbles inside, landing harshly on his face. You recognize the navy lieutenant, his hands and feet bound. His once pristine uniform slashed and dirtied with drying blood. His shiny medals are nowhere to be found.

You lift your feet up on the bed, shielding yourself, wide eyes staring at the captain who looks worse than you. Hobie's still wearing the exact same clothes he wore during the battle, cotton shirt marred by crimson and tattered at the seams, his eyes are bloodshot, the storm still raging inside. There's a large slash by his collar bone that's only been remedied by a hastily put bandage.

Gwen follows right behind him, equally tired and bloodied. Her face is flat, emotion unreadable. She holds a blunderbuss to the captive’s head.

“Now, do you know her?” Hobie speaks up above the silence. Your heart skips a beat after mentioning you. “Don't keep us waiting, George. We haven't got all day.”

The navy man props himself up slowly and painfully, his joints creak, wounds opening. He looks at you through one eye, blood and bruises obscuring his vision.

He inhales scratchily, you suspect his lungs have collapsed. He chuckles and you could only look back towards Gwen who secretly shakes her head at you.

The captive laughs louder and louder, like he's lost his damn mind. “I think I know who this room belonged to, you fuckin’ snake!” he sing songs.

Gwen pushes the barrel closer to his temple, he pauses for a moment before cackling again. Hobie's knuckles tighten but his face remains indecipherable.

“Did you think bringing me here will get me to talk about what happened that day?” He makes it his mission to rile Hobie up, he's given up.

“Or are you showing me her replacement?” His eyes slither over to you, cackling more and more as his eyes roam your body.

“Enough,” Gwen finally speaks, pushing the barrel painfully close to his skin. “He asked you a question”

“You've already gotten what you need from me you fuckin' barbarians!”

Hobie closes the distance, “And we need more from you.” he bends at the waist to forcefully move the man's face towards you. “Do you know her?”

The beaten man smirked evilly, bloodied smile tempting you to hit him. He tilts his head, “Aye,” alarm bells start ringing in your head.

“The captain sent her as a spy, just look at her,” he side eyes Hobie who stares at you with his stormy eyes. “Quite a siren, huh? Were you captivated, eh ‘captain’?”

You could only look at Hobie through tearfilled eyes, pleading silently. You want to live but your mouth has clamped shut, your entire body is frozen, preventing you from laying your case.

After a minute of listening to the man praise you for your supposed work, Hobie yanks him away when George gets too close to you.

“Good on you for confirming our suspicions.” Your heart drops to your stomach. “But the details you've given us don't quite match up with what she's told us.” Hobie clicks his tongue, “I think you need to sing more for us, Georgie.”

The man's smile drops, he swallows thickly.

“Take him below.” The captain says as he reels in his anger.

Finn appears from the doorway, immediately taking the prisoner by the collar, dragging him further down the hallway, while he kicks and squirms to no avail. Gwen follows, sparing you a quick nod. She shuts the door behind her, the clicking sounds like a death knell specifically for you.

The soft lapping of the waves doesn't ease your nerves, it acts as a countdown with every hit to the side of the ship. The seagulls squawk loudly just outside your window, they're annoying but at least they're free.

After a minute of quiet and Hobie's eyes roaming around the small cabin, you hear him thud against the door. This is it, you think, picturing him taking out his cutlass to sever your head from your shoulders. Or maybe he's a gentleman, preferring to off you quick and painless with his blunderbuss.

Instead of the loud booming sound of a gun going off, you hear his voice. “What happened to your fire?”

“I'm too tired to keep it lit.” you bravely look up, he leans on the door, his shoulders and face relaxed, back slouched, knuckles bloody and broken. “Are you going to bring me below too or are you gonna end me right here?”

He frowns, “Why would I do that?”

“Because he just told you—”

Hobie sighs, you fall silent. The lines of his face are prominent as the sun rises once again. The light from the window hits him just right, bathing him in soft yellow. He closes his eyes like he's savouring the warmth.

“Men like him will do anything to bring someone else down with him.” He opens his grey eyes, the storm has calmed down behind it. “He knows he's lost.”

“You tied me up. Locked me up.”

“I know, it was for the better until I truly know you're not one of them. You're alive aren't you? Do you want me to apologize?”

“No, fuck you. I want you to thank me for saving your first mate.”

He chuckles lowly, “There it is, keep that fire yeah?”

You scoff, shaking your head.

“Sleep, you can have this cabin in the meantime.”

You glare at him, not trusting his own words.

“Here,” Hobie tosses a key at you. “my olive branch. Rest, trust me once everyone wakes from their poppy filled haze you're gonna wish you've slept.”

You hold the key in between your fingers, familiarizing yourself with the indents. “What?”

“Mend their wounds, doc. Prove your worth.” He turns to leave. “Do keep the place clean, yeah?”

You shakily stand up, locking the door behind him. Barely making it back to bed, you collapse, sleep taking you in its embrace.

—

You wake up to loud frantic knocking on your door. With a groan and sleep laden eyes, you reluctantly open the door.

Miles greets you, his smile not reaching fully to his tired eyes. “Finally! You sleep like the dead you know?”

“What's happening? Are we getting attacked again?” Your eyes roam across the cramped hallway.

“I hope not, they need you at the infirmary.”

“The ship has an infirmary?”

Following Miles through the halls and numerous stairs, you make unusual small talk.

“So…did Hobie tell you that I'm not a traitor?”

Miles stops in front of you, eyes narrowed. “Don't say the ‘T word’ around here or” he steps closer to whisper. You listen with trepidation. “or saving Gwen won't be enough for you to stay.” he looks around for a sign that someone else is listening.

“Why can't I say the ‘T word’? Did something happen back then?”

“Can you not?” He grimaces. “You can literally ask me anything else other than that.”

“Right, sorry.” You two continue to walk. “Who's MJ?”

Miles groans in annoyance. “Seriously?”

“What?! You said anything but that.”

“Alright, smart ass, anything but those two. Learn to read the room, jeez!” he shakes his head.

“Fine! How'd a kid like you end up here then? Am I allowed to ask that? Hmm?” you rile him up. This is the most fun you've had in days, anything to get rid of the thoughts swimming in your mind.

“Don’t call me kid, landlubber. If you hadn't saved Gwen back then I would throw you overboard so fast right now” Miles stomps further away from you while you chuckle.

“Yeah? And what's Gwen to you then? I see how you look at her.”

He stops with his hands on his hips, head falling in exasperation, he's too quiet.

“Miles?” oh shit. You might've gotten too far with your teasing. You weren't even sure what you said was true, it was just a wild guess.

“Is it that obvious?!” He suddenly yells, turning to look at you with his hands over his head like he's in physical pain. “You've been here for less than three days and you've noticed!”

“Please calm down.” You laugh nervously, the last thing you need right now is making Hobie's navigator cry. “I was teasing you is all.” You have no idea how to comfort the poor guy. “I won't tell anyone I promise!”

“Especially Gwen,” he points at you.

“I won't tell anyone.” you cross over your heart. “If you answer my questions” smiling mischievously, you can see Miles already regretting his choices.

“Blackmail? Really?” He huffs.

“Please it's the least you can do for me after saving the love of your life. Also blackmail is probably the lowest crime the bloodsail pirates have committed.”

Something passes by his eyes, a memory perhaps? You have no idea what it was but his eyes glissen over. He composes himself in a second, clearing his throat.

“Correction, you're not a bloodsail pirate.”

“I am for two weeks at least” you shrug.

“Finn is right, you are annoyingly talkative.”

“Hey! Talkative for his standards maybe. You try getting stuck in a small room with a silent giant and you will truly know how bored you can be.”

Miles nods, smirking like he knows something you don't. “You talk a lot to hide the fear inside you.”

Did he just psychoanalyze you?

“This crew will be the death of me, move, people are probably dying while we're talking” you walk past a grinning Miles.

Walking past a few more rooms, you spot an open door to your right. The dimly lit room catches your attention with its bookshelves full of gorgeously bound books.

“A library? You have a library here?!” You excitedly walk over to the doorframe, eyes quickly scanning the titles on the shelves. “I haven't seen a huge collection like this in my entire life.”

Miles steps over to the side, promptly shutting the door. “After you take care of my family then we can talk about library privileges.” He gives you a look that has you rolling your eyes.

“Fine, dork” you whisper the last word.

“What was that?” He clearly heard you.

“Nothing! Let's go and save some people.”

Turning the corner, leaning on the walls, there lies a line of disgruntled pirates. They hold on to their various injuries, groaning in pain. They cheer once they see you but they quickly shut up after their pain flares up from the cheering.

Walking towards the open double doors of the infirmary, they look at you with their unreadable faces. The common theme though is the ache in their bones and the blood coated shirts.

You assess each of their injuries, some are minor, only having gashes on their arms and legs. A few are bleeding through their bandages, head wrapped hastily in bandages that clearly needs to be changed immediately.

Trying to remember what she taught you, you sigh, hands clammy. You haven't handled this many people, only used to treating a couple of people at a time in your small village with her. Times like this, you can't help but miss her. Shaking your head, you can't let your mind wander again, right when the people who are helping you stay literally afloat need you.

But you can't handle this many people alone.

“Uh…who’s more injured?” you ask.

They all raise their injured hands.

“Okay, who's still bleeding?”

Half of them raise their hands.

As if sensing your panic, Pavitr comes up behind you, tapping you on the shoulder.

“Need my help? I'm not that good with blood but I'm sure I can help. and Miles can help too, right, bud?” Pav catches Miles who's sneaking away to leave. “Where are you going?”

“Uh… to look for Ned, yeah! He can help too.”

Ned yells from inside the infirmary, “I'm already in here! I was the one who told you to fetch Y/N, remember?”

You and Pavitr share a look.

“Yep yep! I'm coming to help, see?” He stops when he's inside the small clinic. “Oh man, that's a huge needle you have there Ned”

You clasp Miles on his trembling shoulder, “Don't worry I'll keep it away from you. For a price of course.”

Miles huffs, gritting his teeth. “You get three questions.”

“Good–”

“After you're done here”

“Fine.” you enter the room with a roll of your eyes. The smell of poppy, ointment and iron fills your senses. Suddenly you're back at home, the roaring fire from the stone fireplace warms you as the huge book in your lap has you enthralled by the illustration of human anatomy.

Groaning brings you back to the present. The first thing you see is Ned tending to ugly mug, his back exposed. Ned’s huge needle is sewing up a deep cut just below the man's shoulder.

“Give it to me straight, mate, I'm gonna look even uglier now aren't I?” He asks Ned.

You scrunch up your nose after seeing his face still good looking and injury free.

Turning around to face Pav and Miles, you try to remember her teachings, you can still feel her hands guiding your own as she rambles on how you should always wash your hands before treating someone. It's been years since then, her voice is nothing but a memory, slowly fading away as you grow older.

You haven't been practicing much, but you kept up with your knowledge by reading pamphlets as much as you can. It's a useful skill afterall, especially when you travel. With an exhale, you start instructing the two.

“Pav,” he straightens up. “get me some hot water from the galley and the purest alcohol Finn has.”

“Got it, I have to fight Finn though” he runs off with determination in his eyes.

“Miles, I need you to triage” you continue as you head off to the basin to clean in between your nails. The dried blood from your fingernails turns the water murky and brown.

“Put the people in front of the line who need to get treated first and with the most severe injuries while the people with the least severe injury to the back of the line.” You look over your shoulder. “Understood?”

“I'm doing it but not because you told me to.” he goes out of the room, already yelling at his impatient crew mates. You hear someone saying ‘what the fuck is a triage? use english!’

You look at Ned. “Please tell me you washed your hands.”

—

You're incredibly hungry, again. Your fingers ache from all the sewing and patching you've done. Your hands smell like herbs and ointments. The muscles in your hands still shake from all the bullets you had to carefully take out. But everyone seems to be stable now, thanks to you.

Washing your hands in the newly replenished basin, you hear footfalls against wood from above. For a second your mind flings back to the fight, you pinch your pinky to distract yourself from the image.

A plate clangs behind you. Looking over your shoulder, Miles is once again trying to sneak away.

“Thanks, Miles” You genuinely smile at him, just looking at the hot plate of mashed potatoes and beans has your stomach grumbling.

“Fine, ask away” he sits across from you, arms crossed on his chest.

“I actually forgot about that, thank you for mentioning it.” You smile mockingly, taking the plate to finally eat.

“What? Oh come on, man” he points suspiciously at you. “Why are you so curious?”

“Because human beings are naturally curious.” Miles makes a face. “Fine, I want to know the backstory of the legendary bloodsail pirates. I mean can you blame me? I have to live with the crew for two weeks.”

He sighs, convinced. “As long as the answers to your questions are already known by the navy,” you nod, “ask away.”

You chuckle. “First question, Where did Hobie get this huge ship?”

“Stole it, next question”

“Really? you're not gonna elaborate on that? I got the needles far away from you the entire time.”

He clicks his tongue. “Stole it from a rich merchant ship years ago with just his wits and a blunderbuss. He's been upgrading it since then, you can barely see the original facade.”

“I gotta admit it to him, that sounds like a good story to tell.”

“Maybe if you play nice he can tell it to you someday.”

You sigh, “Some mysteries just have to stay a mystery.”

He chuckles softly, a ghost of a smile on his lips.

“Second question,” you take another spoonful of beans, chewing while talking. “Where did he get his crew?”

Miles looks at you with disgust. “Swallow first, Christ. Some joined later on, some like Gwen, Pav, Finn and I have been with him from the start.”

“Elaborate? Or I'll chew with my mouth open”

“What is wrong with you? I'm not done yet, jeez.” He looks like he's about to jump away from you. “A few of us were running from getting drafted during the war, only having us as their only option or go to jail.” You listen intently.

“But most of us joined after hearing about us, wanting to be pirates but they want to give back to the people instead of just taking and plundering for gold.” he scratches the back of his neck. “I guess some of us are more into it rather than just pure survival.”

“Wait, you do that? Like some sort of pirate Robin Hood?”

Miles looks at you surprised. “Of course we do, I'm guessing that doesn't make it to the sunday news huh?” he sighs. “Well that's what we do, we only take from the rich and give it back to the people who need it most. Most of the time the nobles and merchants don't suffer much loss from it.”

“Well until I see it for myself I'll think otherwise. Next question—”

“Nope, you've already asked your three questions!” He cackles.

“Wait, the last one doesn't count! Come on, one last very important one that if I don't get the answer to, I will combust.”

Miles pouts his lips, thinking like it's the most difficult thing ever. “Hmmm, you blowing up into tiny pieces sounds great actually.”

“I won't tell Gwen you're utterly in love with her. Just one last thing.”

“You won't tell anyone”

“I promise! And when I promise I intend to keep it.”

He exhales the most tired exhale ever. “Ask”

You smile. “Why follow Hobie?”

Miles stares at you directly, none of the annoyed look he's given, no boyish charm you've seen the entire day you've spent with him and the crew. He looks like a proper pirate with his back straight and loyalty emanating just from his tone.

“Because it's Hobie,” he says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. “You have no idea the things he's sacrificed for us. Before we were a crew he— I owe him my life. And it's not blind loyalty, we're all free to leave if we don't want to follow him to the end. Some have already left.” He says the last part forlornly. “I guess I follow him because he's family, not just my captain.”

You look at your half eaten meal, family, you haven't heard that in ages. You have family somewhere, you're sure of it. In your journeys you've had people, friends, but not enough to be called your family; they haven't come close to what you had with her in that little cabin of yours in the middle of nowhere.

If only greed wasn't a thing, you'd still be with her.

You feel a ghost of your necklace graze your chest, instinctively holding on to it for comfort, disappointing yourself when you can't grasp it.

“Y/N?”

You clear your throat, fighting the tears from flowing. “So if he's your family and the crew is also your family, does that mean you're in love with Gwen who's supposedly your family? Hmmm?”

“You know what I meant! What is truly wrong with you?!”

“What? I'm just asking!”

“Oh really? Well you use humour as a crutch!”

You gasp, “Rude!”

“Yep that's you! Miss ‘I make jokes during serious conversations’”

“Understood, now where did I put that needle?” you act like you're trying to find it, patting your pockets.

“Nope, I'm already gone!” He's sprinting away from you. “You're needed in the galley by the way!” His muffled yell makes you laugh.

Another day, another quiet day in the galley for you.

—

During dinner, you've noticed the empty chairs, the sound of the waves crashing and utensils scraping still echoing in your ears as you watch them bring out their dead from below.

The full moon witnesses the crew put their dead on the now pillaged navy ship. The bodies wrapped carefully in white sheets. There's no breeze blowing or waves lapping at the sides of the ship. Everything's at a standstill.

The eerie silence has you standing by the edge of the crowd. Not a part of it but not truly alone.

The gas lamps illuminate the crew's expressions. You're not used to seeing their faces look so devastated, especially after all the laughs you've shared with them while mending their wounds mere hours ago.

You know it's not your place to be here or to even stand with them while they're mourning their friends. But you stay because if it's the other way around you'd want the only outsider to mourn with you, to stand in solidarity with you even if she doesn't know how the people you're laying down on the cold wood used to comfort you through the storm and how they used to hate the summer heat.

You'd want the outsider to know that they once lived.

The floorboards creak as Hobie lays the last body on the navy boat's deck, kneeling by the side to say his final farewell. After a moment, he stands up, knuckles so tightly closed that you can see his hands shake from where you're standing.

He cuts the rope tied to the mast, the sails unfurl, the slight breeze making it move slowly. Hobie jumps back to the revenge before the navy ship sails too far.

With his crew right behind him, you all watch as the ship sails for the final time. Hobie takes a musket from Gwen, they share a comforting look briefly before he takes aim at the ship. The shot echoes out, hitting the barrel full of gunpowder directly. Fire immediately bellows, engulfing the wooden ship.

The fire cackles further away but it still warms your cheeks. Orange and yellow dancing on the water as the mast burns and falls into the depths with a splash.

A soft voice sings a mellow tune, the lyrics full of sorrow and longing for what they've lost.

You look over to the source of the song, Yuri has her eyes glued to the flaming ship, her cadence echoes out to the open sea, the rest join in, goosebumps flare up on your arms. They sing about how the sea has claimed them but they aren't truly lost for they still sail the endless depths with the stars as their guide.

The singing ends and as everyone goes their separate ways, Hobie stays behind, watching as the fire devours the ship. With one last look, you head to your cabin, head full of thoughts that you'd rather not let it fester or it might consume you like the fire outside razing the once mighty ship.

The tune still stays with you until your head hits the soft pillow, you wonder how many times they've sung it together.

That night you wake up to someone screaming from above, cursing Hobie's name. Frantic footsteps dance above, you can hear a gun clicking. Recognizing the former lieutenant's voice, you fall back under the covers, jumping in place as you hear the gun go off followed by a splash and then a sudden silence.

For the next two days, you get acclimated to your life on the people's revenge. Having some sort of routine. In the morning you go to the infirmary to help clean their wounds and change their bandages, single handedly stopping infection. The survival rate of the injured has increased tenfold with your help. They greet you with a smile every morning, sometimes calling you ‘doc’ and you correct them everytime.

You haven't seen Hobie the past two days, always getting glimpses of him in the halls as he turns a corner. None of the crew have seen him out either. You wonder if he's had anything to eat in the past few days.

You've encountered how grief could consume someone, you hope you don't witness it again.

At lunch, you cook with Finn in the galley, making conversation, telling him stories you've heard during your journeys as he grunts and huffs in reply. You've gotten used to the quiet in the kitchen with only the waves outside and the bubbling pot filling your ears.

The crew have gotten better after the loss, they've started laughing again, making jokes and even including you to the conversation. You keep finding yourself chuckling among them during dinner.

After the day ends, you bring Pavitr his tea as he gets ready for another long night shift of sailing. As you head down to the library, you check in on Miles as he toils on a map, studying every detail, making sure the ship's on track. You bring him his cup, he's stopped looking at the tea suspiciously after the third time you've given him one.

You hear arguing in Hobie's cabin again, the voices are different each time you pass through but you don't dare eavesdrop, you swear that man has eyes everywhere.

The library has become your sanctuary, not the cabin you're temporarily placed in. You get a weird feeling everytime you enter the small room, like you don't quite belong in the obviously lived in space. There's tiny trinkets hidden on shelves, some are quite peculiar, unlike anything you've ever seen. You keep finding drawings and journal pages tucked in the corners and the bed frame, the ink already too faded to read or to even make out the art. You surmise the old resident of the cabin pushed the papers in there to stop the draft.

As you sit down on the lumpy green armchair of the library, the oil lamp illuminating the pages with only the moon as your companion; you get sucked into the yellowed pages, burrowing into every word printed, making a home for yourself in between the letters written by authors you'll never meet in your lifetime.

A soft knock brings your soul back to the old library, your eyes adjust in the darkness, his silhouette leaning casually on the doorway.

“So this is where you vanish off to every night” you can barely make out his face but you know he's smirking by the way his lip piercing glints in the lamp.

“Am I not allowed, Captain?” he chuckles. The sound reverberated around the room. A ghost of a smile passes by your lips.

“Keep callin' me like that and you might find yourself having special treatment.”

“And what exactly is the special treatment?”

Hobie shrugs, raising a finger up as he lists them down. “Havin' your own cabin, getting fed twice in a day, access to the ship's library, did I mention staying dry and alive?”

“You've mentioned it once or twice.” You sigh, gathering courage for what you're about to ask. “I've got a question, Cap.”

Hobie scoffs, “Heard you've been asking those a lot. One of these days your curious arse will get you killed.” You shrug, ignoring his comment. “You know I'd hunt you down if any of this information gets to the navy right?”

“I know, and I'm not a fucking snitch especially after you've kept your word of letting me stay even though you did use me as bait when you were interrogating the navy man.”

“Come off it,” he clicks his tongue. “I did not use you as bait.”

“Sure, and you don't have trust issues, Hobie Brown”

“Likewise, Y/N asshole.” he enters the room and into the light. You don't miss his snarky nickname for you. “Can a person with trust issues do this?” Hobie tosses a bag right on your lap.

You recognize the satchel, blinking in surprise “My bag!” You scan the contents down to the small bag of coins finding everything is still in its place. “Did you happen to see a necklace? It has a circular pendant with a bird engraved on it.”

“No, it doesn't ring a bell. Trust me somethin’ like that would've left a mark.”

You frown, hope diminished. Hobie gestures towards the seat in front of you, asking permission. You nod, letting him in your personal bubble.

“What are you reading?” He sits across from you on the rickety rocking chair, groaning, knees cracking.

“Just a story about some Greek hero that my m– I used to read back then.”

He nods, not mentioning the blunder. “I don't think Theseus is just some bloke.” You chuckle softly. “Y’know there's a much better read than that over…” he twists around, taking a book right behind him. “Here” he hands it off to you, calloused fingers grazing yours.

Turning the small book around, you shake your head with a subtle smile. “‘How to conquer your fears volume five: Learn how to swim by Sir Riordan of Canterbury’ Very funny”

Hobie stifles a laugh, a genuine smile across his face. “Thought it was appropriate.” he crosses a leg over the other, shoulders relaxed.

“What was your question, scuttlebutt? Ask me before I change my mind, ‘m feeling generous today.”

Your hands play with the spine of the old book. “Why haven't you killed me yet? After what George said, why didn't you believe him that I'm a traitor?”

He visibly stiffened, “You can't be called a traitor if you were never part of the crew, eh?” your heart thumps louder as he observes your every move.

“Also that's two questions,” the moonlight hits his fatigued face, you stare into those eyes that threaten to bring you under, but you swim out just in time before it drags you down. “good thing they have the same answers.”

You blink slowly, fingers nervously pick at the dry skin on your thumb.

“Your rucksack,” he points with chin. “I didn't pay enough attention to it when you first arrived but when I had my suspicions I had to check. First the coins or the lack thereof. If you were a navy spy they'd give you enough to use it as a bargaining tool.”

“You calling me poor?”

“Yes” he doesn't miss a beat. “Second your shoes, the bloody thing is thinner than Finn's flat bread.” you suck in your teeth in annoyance. “And that–” he leans closer, his elbows resting on his thighs. “Your fuckin' attitude, you didn't even try to play nice. You just did what you were told so you could survive. The only time you're actually nice is when nobody else is lookin'” you scoff while he continues on.

“Don't think I didn't notice you during the funeral or whenever you give Pav and Miles their tea. You stay along the edges of the crew, lingering, not really looking for any approval. But you're there, acting like you don't care but based on the careful stitches and gentle hands, you care, a lot.”

You grit your teeth, letting him read you like an open book that you've kept hidden behind the shelves, under all the more interesting books.

“Spies ease their way into the crew with effort, you did it unintentionally. You didn't hesitate saving Gwen, you could've done anything else in an attempt to escape but you helped and you stayed. You're not a spy, I think you just want to belong somewhere—”

You cut him off, “What makes you think I want to join your rag tag group?”

Hobie looks like he's about to swallow you whole, ignoring your last snarky comment, he continues his rant. “You want to belong even if it’s on a damn pirate ship. You're a genuine stowaway.”

“Alright, you're quite perceptive then, but that doesn't answer my question on why you haven't killed me yet.” you bravely face him. “You said it yourself, you would kill me if any information about you and the crew comes out from me. And you told me I needed the coin so what's stopping me from going to the nearby governor and selling off the information the moment we land?”

“Because you're running too,” his eyes shine in the low light, looking at you mischievously. “I don't know from whom or if you're wanted like us but I do know you're not gonna risk your freedom for a few coins.”

Hobie beams at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “And lastly, I'm gonna need you before I let you go.”

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CITY OF STARS. GOJO SATORU.

synopsis. in which, nearing the end of the day, Gojo Satoru finds you in a room with a piano in the middle and falls in love deeper with you. (my birthday post :D)

warnings. fluff. angst. mentions of the haibara n riko. death. gojo does die, so canon compliant. la la land inspired but with jjk coded. he falls first and deeper. hurt no comfort kinda. major character death. best viewed in mobile tumblr.... before the shibuya incident and during it.

It's closer to the night when a white haired man walks in the room, a piano in the middle of the room and a girl sitting there playing random notes, eye bags in her [e/c] eyes. The colors of the sunset begin to fade away and turn into a hue of dark blues, purples and blacks, the moon, shining bright and illuminating the young girl. Gojo Satoru thought he never seen something a beautiful as you. A painting that can never be recreated.

He stands there for a while, surprised that the [h/c] haired girl doesn't notice him, maybe she does and won't say anything until he does, so did. "You know how to play piano?" he asked, making her look at him, a look in her face that shows sadness and happiness, "It helped make me feel better. So I played 'till I felt better, It—" she stops herself with a sniffle before continuing once again, "It helped, Riko and Yu. They always loved me playing." she mumbled this time, the moon, now as high as it can, shining down at her.

"Oh." he says, pity in his face, though you don't seem to mind it, instead you smile at him.

"Do you want to hear me play?" you asked, a small glimpse of hope in your eyes

"I would love to." he says, a small shine of blush on his face and you think he never looked more beautiful than now. Gojo thought the same.

The music you played fit you, it was softer, nicer and sweet. When Satoru thought of a song he would ask you, like in this moment.

"Do you know the movie La La Land?" he asked, playing with the piano keys while you wrote down in your small notebook, "I know of it, Utahime asks me about it and to watch it with her, Why?" you question him, a smile shows up to his face, "Let's play City of Stars, I really like that song." he says, looking for answer in your face, "Alright" you nod and smile at him and Satoru thinks that the sun could lose a battle between you and it. "Can you sing?" you asked him, "Not good, but for you? I'll make sure I sound great." he grins at you, and you blush and think that the moonlight does him wonders. You begin to play the notes of the song, and Satoru begins to sing.

City of stars Are you shining just for me? City of stars There's so much that I can't see Who knows? I felt it from the first embrace I shared with you

though he told you he couldn't sing well, he does. by the time he's nearing the end of his lines, you're next, and although you're sure you can't sing well, you try.

That now, our dreams They've finally come true

It's your turn again, and this time you stare at the window, where you can see the view of the night sky, and with a giddy feeling in your stomach you start once again.

City of stars Just one thing everybody wants There in the bars And through the smokescreen of the crowded restaurants It's love Yes, all we're looking for is love from someone else

Without you looking at him, he thanks whoever in his mind, that you're here with him. Just two twenty-eight year olds with enough trauma to scare people, just two jujutsu sorcerers with too many problems to count, and Gojo Satoru is so lucky that he was put on this earth with you. A man who changed the jujutsu world, being seen as a god, now sits there looking and hear you as if— as if you're his god and he's just a lowlife mortal, and Satoru never felt happier in this moment.

A rush, a glance A touch, a dance

This time the both of you look at each other, Gojo Satoru looks happier than ever, a goofy smile in his stupidly handsome face, and you, with a somber look in your face with a sad smile, you know that this is the last night the two of you will ever meet in one piece, and you curse your technique in your head for letting you look into the future, for letting you find out what happens and not being able to stop it, that your own heavenly restriction is seeing into the future and not being able to change it. The next part comes along and you hold in your tears. You both laugh. Two idiots in love in their own world.

A look in somebody's eyes To light up the skies To open the world and send it reeling A voice that says, "I'll be here" And "you'll be alright" I don't care if I know Just where I will go 'Cause all that I need is this crazy feeling A rat-tat-tat on my heart Think I want it to stay

Satoru always liked this part of the song, the chemistry that both Mia and Sebastian had throughout the movie was amazing, and he hoped that one day, the two of you will end up like them both, without the sad ending that Mia and Sebastian had in the movie.

The ending of the song is nearing and the night is perfect. If your students were to see this, they were to see a real like painting in the room, with meaning of love and loss. Love for both people, and loss for one.

and for the last time, Satoru starts again and you end it.

City of stars Are you shining just for me? City of stars You never shined so brightly

This time, the memories finish there and now you're back to reality, with the king of curses killing in the body of Megumi, right infront of A few people, in front of Gojo. People are right when they say 'enjoy your life! you never know when it's going to end!' because now you regret not kissing Satoru and becoming his lover, because you won't see your family anymore, because you won't see your students grow, because now,

You're dead.

VAL SPEAKS ; though i'm not back from hiatus just yet....it's my birthday in 2 days as i'm writing this! (4/3) and i'm posting this on the 5th on my birthday!!! so why not put my favorite things together!!!! la la land and jjk angst!!!! anyways i am now one year older than i was last year!

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thefandomdirtymind · 7 months

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How about opla!sanji being completely in love with the reader the moment he sees them?

It just hits him, bam, love at first sight. He plans to marry them kinda moment. Maybe they are in need of rescue or part of a rival crew.

A/N IMPORTANT: Hi Anon ! Thank you for your request. I had so much fun writing it and playing with the idea of Sanji just planning his own wedding cake at the first of the reader. I assume by your use of Them that you wanted it gender neutral so I did my best and I hope you will like !

I though I knew love

OPLA - Vinsmoke Sanji x Reader Gender neutral (Them)

Sanji series : SFW Shiny Offering - NSFW The Small Favor - SFW The Mermaid Dream - SFW The Magic of a Kiss - NSFW Casual

* English is not my first language, I tried really hard to correct myself but, I hope you will excuse me if some mistakes are still there.

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Love is a strange thing. Leading you to have affection for a thing, a pet, a person, multiple people at once, maybe, one more that another or felt head over heels for somebody at first sight.

Not that you could tell yourself. Your love life hadn’t nothing to be told if not the term “boring” was the best to describe it. You had ,of course, a certain attraction and affection for your previous partners, but in your experience, the big true love was only things existing in books and short stories.

However,the last thing you wanted to think about right now was love. The chain retraining your wrist was starting to get itchy, the little drop of water falling from the ceiling every ten seconds slowly gave you headaches and you could smell it in the air. The crew of Marines had become a little bit more nervous since they brought you a new cell companion, an unconscientious pretty orange haired girl. Maybe she would become your key to escape that rat hole of a ship.

As if your thought had summoned it, you suddenly heard the blast of cannon and the scream of an eminent battle. Your brain working at full speed, you immediately start to search for a way out of that damn cell. Never you will allow yourself to be caught again, neither by the marine ,who’s without no doubt will execute you, nor by those pirates. You didn’t escape the circus or Buggy to come back in this nightmare. You prefer to drown.

Kicking the door as hard as you can, targeting the rusty corner of the keyhole you abruptly stop when you hear heavy footsteps in the stairs and a face you had hoped never see again.

“ They finally caught you hm ? “ Zoro nagged you, taking a look at Nami who slowly was regaining consciousness. “ Welcome back, I'll get you out in a minute. I have to decide what we do with your little roommate here. ”

“ I suggest you let me go and forget my existence. I did what I did because I was in debt with Buggy, go hunt him down instead “ You replied,already knowing that the pirate hunter wasn’t the kind to let you go so easily.

“ I could, or you could win your freedom. Fight me and I'll let you go “ He offered, opening the door, but still blocking you the way.

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Sanji was right behind Zoro, clearing his part of the deck, kicking with all he had. Somewhere between a missing punch from a Marine and a successful attack of this part against a kneecap. He had nodded when his green hair crew member had informed him that he will go downstairs to help Nami. But, he hadn’t come back since and Sanji didn’t like it at all. How many times he will have to save the life of that ungrateful mosshead.

Getting down the stairs, the blond chef never passes the last step. What was in front of him was simply unreal.

Sanji, though he knew love, had felt love before. But, as you succeed to push Zoro in a full blast, he realizes that he, in fact, never felt it that way. Seeing you still enchained, but still so beautifully strong, trying to defend yourself as furiously as a tiger, with the only help of the loose chain of your restraints bracelet. Makes him feel as if he receives himself a punch in the guts. From somewhere he could hear the wedding bell and almost see the magnificent cake he will bake for the event.

Maybe a Lemon quatre-quart or a simple sponge vanilla cake with pieces of strawberry in it. Are roses will be too classic or a cascade of fresh tiger lily accros the cake would make it look to bold.

He sadly couldn’t finish his delicious pastry though. When, as in an attempt of escaping what could be a mortal blast, you enter in full collision with his body.

As you try to get up, your eyes finally meet his. In the most stressful moment of your life, you feel yourself caught in the bluest gaze you've ever seen. And just like that, the idea of love at first sight didn’t seem to you like some literature mirage.

“ Hello there “ Sanji smiled, laying under you, his head gently resting against a step, letting you free to decide your next move. Sure if you decided to step on him to break free, it would probably permanently break his heart, but if it would save your life, he will accept it gladly.

“Hi…” You nervously replied, trying, and failing pathetically to not smile with him.

“ Hey waiter, stay out of that ! The fight isn’t over come back here Y/N “ Zoro groan.

“ In fact I think we should all get out of here “ Nami declared, as a boom and a big crash came from upstairs.

Finally untangle yourself from the blond man, still on your guard in front of Zoro, but unable to snatch your gaze of Sanji. You nod of the head and proceed to get up the stairs.

The whole ship was a mess, every Marines on the deck was unconscious, the mainmast was down and as you can see, the only person still standing was a way too joyful young man wearing a straw hat.

“ Hey ! Did you find another crew member !? “ He asked, like if you aren’t still unchained and clearly under the dark gaze of Zoro.

“ More like a lot of Berries in warrant “ The young swordsman replied.

“ We can’t collect a warrant while being yourself a pirate Zoro and you had to admit it was a great fight you had. “ Nami contributed, offering you a smile. “ I was mostly unconscious but I heard you had escaped from Buggy, we are different, we could need your help in our crew.”

“ I will gladly welcome them in the crew if they want to join, “ Sanji answered, smiling at you, a tenderness you hadn’t fully understood in his eyes. “ I can’t wait to cook you your favorite meal.”

“ Well, I...if Zoro will not kill me in my sleep I guess that I will stick with you for a while. “ You answered, curious to discover the meaning of this strange feeling you felt earlier with the tall blond. And the woman, Nami, seems right. Even in the clown crew, you hadn’t seen nothing like their good chemistry.

“ Whatever “ The ex-pirate hunter mumbled, clearly not happy but ready to follow ,what you surprisingly guess, is his captain.

“ Yahoo ! I’m Monkey D. Luffy, we are the straw hat crew and I will be King of the Pirate ! Let’s get back to the ship, those handcuffs would be really uncomfortable ! “

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Later that night, free of your chain and well fed for the first time in a while, you stay a little longer in the kitchen.

Sitting at the table, the soft noise of Sanji cooking and the waves crashing against the hull . You absently dried the table knife you were previously cleaning.

“ Y/N can you try those and tell me which you prefer ?” Sanji gently asked you, putting in front of you two slices of cake.

A lemon quatre -quart and a vanilla sponge cake with strawberry pieces.

At first surprise, you gave them a try, not sure of the last time you had cake.

“ I can’t choose…They are both delicious ! “ You answered, finishing both slices. “ What is it for ?”

“ Oh it’s for an event I plan for the future…” He simply replied, taking away the empty plates. “When we will be ready”

You didn’t know exactly why, maybe it was his soft smile when he was talking about that mysterious future plan or the gaze he was laying on you. But you couldn’t help yourself to feel your cheeks warming up a little, excited to discover more about that plan and which role you will play in it.

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honeyedmiller · 1 year

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Brown Eyes | Din Djarin

pairing: din djarin x f!reader

disclaimer: brief season 3 spoilers ahead. read at your own discretion.

warnings: brief mentions of violence, very little cursing, tooth-rotting fluff, Din is honestly such a simp in this (we love that tbh), and smut. 18+. minors dni.

word count: 4.5k

synopsis: Din comes back to Nevarro only to find his favorite soldier acting as an interim Marshall, and the reunion is everything he could’ve hoped for.

divider by @saradika 🖤

Din felt the weight of the galaxy lift off his shoulders after Moff Gideon's defeat.

Maybe he'd finally know peace.

When he came back to Nevarro after the fact, he was happily greeted by his good friend, Greef Karga.

Greef didn't hesitate to gift Mando his very own home, where he could raise his son and train him to be an apprentice. The whole city was gathered at the main courtyard, welcoming the Mandalorian and his son back with pride. You stepped down the stairs and stood next to Greef with the biggest smile on your face.

You'd fought side-by-side with the man in glinting beskar, and to see him finally get to rest made you so happy. He could finally settle for awhile.

"Well look who it is," You grin up at Din's tall stature after Greef gives him the key to his new home, "Didn't think I'd see you for a good while." You chuckle as he looks down at you, his body language displaying shock.

"What are you doing here?" Din asks in surprise, before getting interrupted by Greef.

"Oh good, why don't you show Din to his new place?" Greef asks you kindly, and you nod your head.

"Gladly." You nudge your head to the right, signaling Din to start walking with you.

"So what, you live here on Nevarro now?" Din asks, pocketing his new key.

"You're looking at the new interim Marshall." You're prideful of your new position assigned to you for now, but you still want to remain humble about it.

"Good. It's well deserved." Din nodded at you, pulling you into his side for a semi-awkward side hug. You're the only person he'd ever be comfortable touching like that. You two have an extensive history of battling together, almost dying a few times, being held hostage, rescuing each other—the list goes on. Needless to say, you both've spent lots of time together, always having each other's backs.

You couldn't deny the tension, though. There was always something in the stillness of Din that made you so curious about him. Everything he did mattered; he always moved with purpose. He was always so sure of himself, especially when it came to kicking ass.

The one thing you'll never forget about him, though, is his beautiful face. You'd happened to be there the day Luke came to take Grogu, leaving Din in tears. Even at his weakest, with hot tears in his eyes, he was still so beautiful.

You often dreamed about him, especially more so now that you know what he looked like. You never told a soul what happened on the ship that day, though, and nobody needed to know.

Nobody on that ship—especially you and Cara, ever talked about it. You were just happy to see Grogu back with his rightful parent.

Unbeknownst to you, Din often let his mind wander to you as well. Especially when it was just him in his ship, while Grogu was asleep. He couldn't help it. You were so beautiful, and the fact that you were practically a warrior made him want to melt to his knees.

He quite literally would worship the ground you walked on, if you let him.

You both reached his humble abode, Din admiring the pond right in front of his new house. His heart warmed at the thought of his son playing in those waters.

"Here you are. I live right down that way," You jerk your thumb over your shoulder to a very similar house only about a thousand feet away, "Pretty sure you'll be seeing a lot of me. Hope you don't get tired of my face." You laugh, and Din chuckles as he shakes his head.

"Not likely. Don't think I'll ever get tired of you." His voice is soft through the modulator, making a pink heat spread across your cheeks quickly at his confession.

"Well, if you need anything, I'll be that way." Your smile is small as you quickly turn on your heel, dirt crunching underneath your boots as you walked toward your house. You were walking so quickly that a small cloud of dust crowded your feet, and Din chuckled to himself as he saw what a simple flirtatious compliment did to you.

Deep down, maybe even surface-level, he was glad he was going to see you much more often now that you two were actually neighbors.

He looked down at his green, bug-eyed son with a smile underneath the helmet, "C'mon kid, let's get settled in."

A few days went by and Din was a bit disappointed that he hadn't seen you since you showed him to his house. He had so much free time on his hands that he quite literally didn't know what to do with himself, other than train Grogu for a couple hours at a time or polish his flashy N-1 Starfighter.

Sure he could go out into the city and mingle, but that's never been his thing. He's always been a man of few words, and he'd like it to remain that way. The only person he'd be interested in talking to for hours is you.

Your absence had a pull on his slightly lonely heart, but he knew you were busy. So, when he finally sees you for the first time in three days, he's secretly ecstatic.

"Hey." He calls out to you, beskar glinting in the Nevarro sunset. It was a warm day. The breeze was light, tampering with your flight suit as you walked up to him with a smile.

"Mesh'la." He whispers so low that his modulator couldn't even pick up on it.

"Hey, Din." You stopped right in front of him, tilting your head back a bit so your eyes could align with his visor.

"Haven't seen you in a few days." He states the obvious. Din was always nervous around you, though he hid it well, he knew he sucked at trying to hold a decent conversation with you.

The most talking you two ever really did was when you were by his side rescuing his son with him and Cara, and most of it consisted of shouting over the sound of blasters. That, and those late nights where you both couldn’t sleep so you stayed up with your backs up against the metal wall of the Razor Crest, talking about life in general.

"Yeah, Karga had a few assignments for me to do the past few days. How've you been settling in?" Your smile beams up at him, reaching out a hand to touch his bicep.

He looked down at your hand, going still for a moment before trying to relax.

Maker, he needed to pull himself together.

"Good, actually. Grogu is doing really well with his training so far." Din's voice is light, sounding happy. It was music to your ears.

"And what about you, Din Djarin? How are you handling the change of pace?" You poke his chest plate teasingly, prodding him to answer you truthfully.

"It's a bit lonely, but it's peaceful. I like it." He answers you modestly, and you nod.

"I get what you mean. That's why I keep busy, to try and distract myself from the loneliness." You chuckle, moving your hand back down to your side.

"Well, would you like to be less lonely and join me for a drink? Karga gave me a bottle upon my return. Don't think I can finish it all by myself." Din's voice held a shyness that you branded in your brain forever.

Without skipping a beat, you nod your head. "I'd love to."

"Wait wait wait," Your eyebrows thread together in complete bewilderment, "You mean to tell me that you nearly drowned in the Living Waters of Mandalore, only for the Armorer to tell Lady Kryze that it was okay for her to walk both ways?" You're trying so hard to wrap your head around Din's story.

You two were currently sitting at his kitchen table, enjoying the delicious liquid gold in a bottle that Greef gifted Din. You both were on your third cup as the stories kept spilling out from the beautiful brown-haired, brown-eyed man sitting across from you.

He'd taken his helmet off in the comfort of his own home, which you most certainly weren't expecting. You wanted to reach out and touch his beautiful features, but you kept your greedy hands by your side.

It was so nice to see him be so carefree for once even if it was just for a little while.

"Yeah," He chuckled, eyes averting to his nearly empty cup. "So technically I wouldn't be an apostate again." He looks up at you, and you offer him a warm smile.

You made sure to listen to all of his stories attentively, each one more terrifying, heart wrenching, and nail biting than the last.

Din was the most interesting person you knew. Though he never really said much around others, he had many stories to tell of his wild adventures all throughout the galaxy. Every single one of them was enough adventure to last one person a lifetime, but he kept opting for more.

You look back up at him, eyelashes fluttering and lips parted as his stare was eminent on you.

“What?” You’re finding yourself blushing under his stare.

“You’re so beautiful, cyar’ika.” Din’s voice is almost a whisper as a small smile etches its way onto his pink lips.

You were suddenly too shy to look this beautiful man in the eyes. Those big, dark, beautiful eyes made it feel like he was staring into your soul in that very moment.

Your eyes averted to the empty cup in front of you on the table, with a small “thank you” that escaped you.

“Let me show you how beautiful you are. Please.”

Your eyes shot up to him, shock not even beginning to cover what you felt. There’s no way this man, that you fought side-by-side with in many troubling battles, was willing to be so vulnerable for you. With you.

Still, you couldn’t help but want him. Maybe it was the alcohol flowing through your system, or your long-time secret pining after him. Maybe it was both. You wanted to feel what it would be like in his strong arms as he made sweet love to you, or maker above, even fucked you into oblivion. Had he ever even done it before?

“I’m sorry, cyar’ika. Maybe my advances were too strong.” Embarrassment started to creep over him as you realized you’d yet to answer his request. He really wish he had his helmet on right about now to avoid the flush creeping up his neck, making its way to his cheeks.

You immediately shake your head, “No, Din. I’d love that. Please, show me.” You’re breathless as you move to stand up, him following suit.

He meets you in the middle of the distance you two had before, pulling you in by your hips. Your eyes were wide with wonder, and you slowly reached one hand up to caress his stubbled cheek, while the other rested comfortably on his chest plate.

“I’ve been thinking about this for a very long time.” Din confesses, tightening his grip on you.

“Really?” You’re in such disbelief. If only you saw the way he’d always look at you when he had his helmet on, then maybe you’d not be so apprehensive to believe him.

“Since I first laid my eyes on you.” Your hand moves from his cheek to the back of his thick head of soft curls, closing the gap between you two. You had to stand on your tippy toes to reach him because he towered over you that much.

His lips on yours was even better than both of you could’ve imagined, and you’d both imagined it more often than not. You moan softly into the kiss, and Din pats your hips to signal you to jump. You obey his silent command, and he easily catches your thighs as you wrap your legs around his waist.

His cold armor pressed against your body in contrast with the summer heat of Nevarro was bone-chilling.

The kissed picked up as he started toward his bedroom, anticipation blooming in your stomach. It’d been so long since you’ve been intimate with someone, so you were a bit nervous.

Din could feel your tenseness, so he pulls apart from you as he lays you down on his soft bed. This bed was so big and luxurious compared to the one he used to have on the Razor Crest. You smile to yourself at the thought.

“Relax, sweetheart. You’re safe with me. I promise.” He smiles down at you and you lean back on the bed, sighing in content. You stare up at the ceiling until you hear a small ‘clank’, in which your eyes avert back to Din. He was slowly removing all of his armor, until he was left in nothing but his flight suit underneath.

“Hey, look, we’re matching.” You joke as you motion down to your flight suit which was very similar to his.

“I’d rather see you in your birthday suit than your flight suit.” Din’s cheekiness always fascinated you. You smile wickedly as you bite your lip, leaning up on your elbows. He moves back to hover over you once more, his face mere inches from yours.

“So take it off of me, then.” You coax him as you drag your index finger from his cheek, down the side of his throat, until you reach the middle of his torso.

He huffs out a small laugh as a smirk appears on his lips.

"Always so eager." He teases, kissing you once more. You felt his bed dip down between your slightly spread legs as he puts one knee in the middle of them, the other on the outside of your right thigh. He fluidly began to undo your suit with his skillful fingers, making sure to purposefully not graze your skin with his touch. He was being a tease and you knew it.

Eventually, he slowly pulls the suit off of you and neatly folds it. You're in your underwear and bra now, and something ravenous flashes across his eyes as he studies your curves.

"Mesh'la." His says aloud, his eyes moving back to yours.

"Din. Please don't keep me waiting." Your yearning and desire for the Mandalorian in front of you grew stronger by the second. You wanted to feel him, taste him, hear him... you wanted to be one with him.

"Never, sweetheart." He climbs over you once more before reaching behind you, taking off your bra before tossing it across the room.

You emit a small laugh at his actions, and his head appears right above yours once more.

"I could listen to that sound forever, cyar'ika." He cups your face as he kisses you gently, trailing his plush, velvety lips down to your jaw, neck, sternum, and stops to hover over one of your breasts.

"Can I?" His voice is soft, almost loving. You nod without hesitation, and he moves his mouth down to feel your soft flesh with his tongue. You sharply inhale at the sensation, a pool of arousal coating your underwear.

As if on cue, Din skates a hand over your torso before tracing the band of your underwear. He releases you from his mouth before looking up at you, eyes asking for permission.

"Yes," You whisper desperately, "You can do whatever you'd like to, Din. My body is yours. For your pleasure."

His heart skipped a beat at your words, feeling his erection becoming painfully tight in his own flight suit. He kept his eyes locked on your face when his hand dipped into the front of your underwear.

You were absolutely soaked for him, and he loved it. He ran his middle finger through your slick folds, eliciting a moan from you. He decided then and there that that sound you made for him was his second favorite. His first favorite is your laugh.

"Gedet'ye." You rasped, and Din's breathing came to a halt.

"You know Mando'a?" His eyes searched yours, and your eyebrows threaded together as you gave him a small smile.

"Elek," Your hand moves up to his hair, "Only a little." As if he couldn't find any more reasons to want to cherish you until the galaxy's end, you just gave him another.

"You never cease to amaze me, cyar'ika." He moves his finger down, teasing your entrance.

You instinctively grab on to his still-clothed bicep, relishing in his touch. He slowly enters his finger into you, and you whimper at the stretch. Not even two of your fingers could reach the length he could, let alone offer the same sensation just his one could.

He starts to pump his finger slowly, drawing sweet moans from your mouth. You pull him down to kiss you, and his tongue is ravenous with yours, both feeling needier with every second that passes.

You couldn't help but grind your hips into his finger, prompting him to slip in a second one.

He stops the languid pace of his fingers, only to unexpectedly nearly tear your underwear off your body. He wanted to taste every part of you.

He was now eye-level with your core, moaning at the sight.

"So pretty, baby, and all for me." He groans to you before delving his tongue into your slick folds, working at a delicious pace. The only sounds that could be heard were the trees rustling in the breeze, his tongue working against you, and your sweet moans.

"Fuck, Din, please don't stop." You're a panting mess by this point, his tongue stimulating you just right.

"Never, cyar'ika." He moans against you, closing his eyes to savor the taste of you. He could quite literally do this all day, if you'd let him.

You could feel the tension coiling in your core. Both of your hands found his hair as you shoved his face into your pussy even further, if that was even possible. His strong nose moved against your clit as his tongue moved up and down, the sensation of stimulation becoming almost unbearable.

He felt you stiffen underneath him as you had a near-death grip on his beautiful locks, silently warning him you were close.

You felt the hot sensation flood your body, your orgasm ripping through you as you moaned loudly, his name rolling off of your tongue multiple times. He lapped away slowly, cleaning your orgasm up with his tongue. It sent shivers down your spine as you were trying to catch your breath.

"So sweet, my love." He praises you as he moves away. He stands up, his erection incredibly evident in his suit.

"Let me take care of you now, Din." Your eyes shift from the tension in his pants back up to his face.

"Next time, baby." He smiles down at you as he quickly finishes removing his suit, leaving him in just his underwear. His body was so beautiful. Tan skin with rippling muscles in his arms and a softer yet sturdy core. Even his legs were a sight to behold. He was so breathtaking.

He moves back on top of you and molds his lips to yours once more, soft and slow.

Your hands rested themselves on his chest, and you wanted to melt. You never thought you’d get to see him like this—feel him like this. The thought that he was comfortable around you and trusted you wholly with not only his identity, but allowing himself to be vulnerable around you, made you nearly want to cry.

He reserved himself like this just for you.

Your hands found themselves moving down as you palmed him through his underwear, eliciting a strangled moan from him into your mouth.

“Can I?” It was your turn to ask, as you tugged at the waistband of the clothing that covered the part of him you so desperately craved inside of you.

He looked down at you, lips parted and hair a mess. He offered a small smile before nodding, and you tugged his underwear down his legs slowly. Once you couldn’t reach down anymore, he moved them down the rest of the way until they were off his legs completely.

Your heart was nearly pounding out of your chest. A part of you wanted to look down at him and his manhood, take him all in in all of his glory, but you were so nervous that you started to tremble. Your mouth went dry and your focus was nonexistent.

You looked up at him, sinking your teeth into the corner of your bottom lip.

“We don’t have to do this.” Din noticed your trembling body and apprehension.

“It’s not that– it’s just, I haven’t been with someone in a long time. I never thought I’d get to be with you like this. It’s… a lot to take in.” You said.

“What do you mean? I’ve wanted you since the day I laid my eyes on you. You’re all I could think about. Especially since you were willing to lay down your life and sacrifice yourself to save my son. You’re everything to me, cyar’ika.”

Din’s confession had hot tears welling in your eyes. You weren’t much of a crier but the fact that this man confessed his raw, unfiltered feelings to you had your head spinning.

He’d never been so vulnerable with anyone in his life, and truth be told, it scared the hell out of him. But, of all people, he knew that you were the one he’d want to be vulnerable with.

“Oh, Din.” You whisper to him before bringing him down to kiss you slowly once more. The kiss you two shared this time seemed to have much more meaning to it than the previous ones— not that they didn’t have meaning, but this one was like branding his confession to you.

His hand moved down to his erection as he broke his lips apart from yours, brown eyes searching yours for any sign that wanted him to stop. There clearly were none, so he took it upon himself to line himself up with your entrance, slowly pushing into you.

You gasped and shut your eyes tightly, the stinging sensation between your thighs all too present.

“Are you okay?” His voice is gentle as he cups your face, thumb caressing your cheek.

You nod reassuringly, “Keep going.”

And so he did, pushing himself into you slowly until he bottomed out. The stretch was something painful, but it was the kind of pain that kept you craving more.

His eyes met yours as he took in your expression, making sure you were okay. You felt so good wrapped around him that he nearly lost his mind. You were so intoxicating, and he wanted every ounce of you.

“Can I move?” He asked. Again, you nod your head.

He slowly moved his hips away from yours only to come right back, reaching the hilt every single time. His pace was gentle and slow, as if he were afraid if he moved any faster, he’d hurt you.

It was only then that you realized this wasn’t just a quick fuck— he was making love to you.

You wrapped your legs around his bare waist; arms around the back of his neck. You tangled your nimble fingers into his hair, tugging softly.

Your eyes sparkled for him and only him, and that made him a weak man—only for you.

Only for you would he ever take his helmet off comfortably for. Only for you would he want to be incredibly vulnerable with his emotions. Only for you would he ever want to touch like this; to make love like this. Only for you would he want to wed you and have you join his clan of two, officially making it three.

“Din,” Your whimper was soft, eyebrows threaded together as he picked up his pace ever so slightly.

He didn’t want to be rough with you. Not for tonight, at least. He wanted to genuinely show you how beautiful you were to him, and how he wanted to cherish you forever and many more lifetimes after this one.

He simply couldn’t deny the fact: he was in love with you. He hoped you felt the same way about him, too.

He gently took hold of your wrists and moved them above your head, his hands sliding into yours as he intertwined them and held them above you. He dipped his head down to kiss you as passionately as he could, keeping the steady pace of his hips.

It felt like hours that you two were moving like this, but in reality, it had to’ve been no more than ten minutes. He kept whispering sweet things against your lips that had you feeling like putty underneath his strong body. You were his, and he was yours, there was no question about it.

You felt the same hot coiling sensation deep in your core once more, burning slowly this time. You knew you’d reach your high eventually, but for now, you wanted to savor the feeling of Din’s body pressed against yours, slight sheen of sweat coating both of your bodies, connecting in the most intimate way.

It wasn’t until a few minutes later that his pace picked up a little more, indicating he was searching for release. His movements had you a moaning mess beneath him, hips rolling to meet his movements. His hands moved from yours and cradled the back of your head, kissing you with such fervor.

“Please, cyar’ika– p-please, be mine. Be mine forever.” He begged you, the sureness and desperation in his voice enough to send you over the edge.

“Elek, Din, ratiin.” You moaned as you felt that same tight coil snap, pulsating around Din as your body shook with pure pleasure. He followed suit, groaning your name as he buried his face into your shoulder, his hips snapping against yours erratically as he spilled into you.

He slumped down, putting some weight on top of you as you both tried to catch your breaths. He slipped out of you after a couple of minutes, and you wanted to whine at the loss of contact. He felt so perfect being with you like that. It was like a missing piece to a puzzle.

He pulled you in closely, kissing the top of your head as you nuzzled comfortably into his chest. His messy hair clung to his sweat-ridden forehead, beautiful brown eyes glossed over with pure happiness.

This is everything he ever wanted, but never expected to get. Settling down in Nevarro with his son, and presumably the love of his life, was something that pulled on his heart strings. He was just so happy to finally live a peaceful life, especially one that involved you in it.

He’d found you fallen asleep in his arms after awhile as he traced light circles up and down your arm that rested on his chest, right where his beating heart was.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.” He confessed.

Had you been awake, you would’ve told him the same exact thing, reassuring him that what you two had was written in all the stars the galaxy held, and that he was your brown eyes—

for eternity.

Mando’a translations:

- mesh’la: beautiful

- cyar’ika: darling, beloved, sweetheart

- gedet’ye: please

- elek: yes

- ratiin: always

- ni kar'tayl gar darasuum: I love you

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Part Eight: It Was All For Nothing

Series Masterlist

Warnings: language, smut, heavy angst

A/N: This is a long one, but we're finally turning a corner!

The loud knock at the door would have startled you out of your sleep if you weren't already wide awake, laying in the same position you'd been for the past few hours, your vision becoming hazy as you traced the lines of the wooden knots in the ceiling beams. The rough waves that crashed against the shore were almost loud enough to drown out the sound of Jack's voice in your head. Almost.

"I'm gonna fix this. I promise I'm gonna fix this, baby."

There was a time when his reassurance would have been enough. All you needed to hear was a few words from him, and you were ready and willing. You would have blindly followed him into battle if he asked, unarmed, your body unprotected against potential blows, because you loved him.

It wasn't until you were out of the confines of Manhattan that you realized he never asked anything of you.

You went on your own accord, because you loved him that much.

You made all the wrong moves, every red flag just an obstacle you thought you had to overcome, because you loved him that damn much.

But none of it was enough. Not his words, not your unwavering devotion, was enough to change his situation or yours.

So you ran. It was the cowardly thing to do, no doubt about that, but fuck, where had being brazen gotten you so far? Running had gotten you away from Jack and Claire and into this bed, the ocean a finite barrier between you and the mess that resided in the city.

The bed you were in wasn't the least bit comfortable, a lumpy mattress and tattered sheets beneath your body, but it was the only place you felt safe, like danger and heartbreak wasn't looming over you as long as you stayed in this bed.

Whatever you do, don't get out of this bed.

As the pounding continued, the door shaking on its rickety hinges against a heavy hand, a moment of panic flashed in your mind to the fact that Jack may have found you, or even worse, Claire was at the front door. After all you'd learned about their relationship, her coming to tie your ankles to a concrete block, mob style, and throwing you in the ocean to swim with the fishes, would be the tamest of her sins. That rush of panic slowly settled into your bones as anguish, your limbs unable to move.

What had you told Jack? Karma was coming for all of you. Maybe this was your karma, to finally make a break for it, get to the end of the line, only to find yourself exactly where you started, on the other side of the door to a man who was so lost in himself, there was no way he could love you.

So you continued to trace the knots, lifting your finger to act as a guide as your eyes started to tire. You tasted salt on your tongue as you swallowed, the very same mineral leaving a thin coating on your skin as the breeze wafted through the open windows. You always loved the beach as a little girl, a delicious taste of the freedom you so desperately searched for growing up, and the irony wasn't lost on you about how very wrong you were about it all. Freedom wasn't something you found, it was something you always had, a gift that was inherently precious, and because you didn't know what you had, you allowed Jack to take it from you, oh so willingly.

"I'm gonna fix this. I promise-"

"Didn't you hear me banging on the door?", George questioned with a huff, as he pulled his key out of the brass lock, shoving it into his jacket pocket. "I've been out there for over 10 minutes." The floorboards creaked beneath his feet as your brother crossed the room, dropping a white paper bag on the reclaimed wood kitchen table. You'd barely said two words to him after you arrived at your family's beach house, so he wasn't expecting a response.

He'd never admit to you that he was happy to have company at the small waterfront property where he'd spent the last year working on his novel. He considered himself a struggling writer, even though his two books that still resided on the New York Times Bestsellers list years later would suggest otherwise. He was a slave to his craft, a brooding intellectual with no interest in mingling with NYCs elite. You always though he and Jack would run in the same circles if George had interest in any music made after the year 2000.

You barely visited anymore, choosing to relocate to the city after your parent's death a decade ago, throwing excuse after excuse at him as to why you couldn't make the two hour drive out to see him. He'd half given up on you when you called him a couple days ago, needing a place to stay. He didn't ask questions, and you didn't offer up any information you didn't absolutely have to. It was better that way. It was safer that way.

"I brought you breakfast."

"I'm not hungry", you croaked out, bundling up the woven blanket in your fist and pulling it up tightly underneath your chin. "I know. You've said that the past three days. I'm not gonna stop trying though." He pulled open the fridge door, a groan leaving his chest at the bare shelves. "Have you eaten anything? There's nothing in here."

You stayed tight lipped, closing your eyes. They shot open at the sound of the fridge door slamming shut. You listened as your little brother shed his coat, the chair screeched across the floor, he kicked off his boots, and took a seat at the table. "The silent treatment isn't going to work anymore."

"I'm not giving you the silent treatment. I just don't have anything to say." What was one more lie in the grand scheme of things, and you didn't think he would be able to understand the truth anyway.

"Bullshit. Now talk to me."

You begrudgingly sat up, positioning yourself in the middle of the bed, pulling your cardigan across your chest. As you took in your brother's face, you realized how much older he looked to you, his beard fully grown in, his eyes sunken in with a tiredness only an author who spent all night laboring over their art could feel. He looked so much like your dad, painfully so, a worried look draped over his face that you knew was because of you.

"Can't a sister visit her brother every once and a while?" You gave him an uneasy smile that he didn't return in the slightest. "We haven't talked in months, and no, I'm not counting the birthday texts we send back and forth."

"Ok, I'm taking a break from work. I just needed a vacation." George scoffed, running his fingers across his jawline. "You don't take vacations." You rolled your eyes. You'd almost forgotten about your family's signature hard headedness, a trait that had gotten you in trouble more than once. "Is it Darien? Are you guys going through a rough patch?"

"The roughest patch", you sighed, "we broke up over a year ago."

"Good, I always hated that guy." George let out a humorless chuckle. "So then what is it? Are you in over your head? Do you need money? A place to lay low?"

"What is with the third degree?" You could sense his frustration, your stomach turning at the thought of lying to him. You didn't want to, but you also didn't want him to get involved, or worse, have him become another one of Claire's targets. "If there was something wrong, I would tell you." You hoped you were convincing, and that it would at least buy you a couple more days for you to figure out your next move.

"Fine." George let out a sharp breath, getting to his feet. "If you don't wanna talk, don't." You sighed, resting your head against the headboard. "Can you at least answer your phone so it'll stop ringing? You left it in my car. Some guy named "Jack" won't stop calling you."

The speed with which you got to your feet and ran over to your brother startled him, making him stumble back. "Give me my phone!" He held it just out of your reach, contorting his body to ensure you couldn't grab it out of your hand, as he took in the bewildered look on your face. "What's so important you have to-"

"Georgie, give it to me!" Desperate to get your phone back, you stepped on his bare foot, making him drop the electronic device on the ground. You scrambled to your hands and knees to get it, fumbling it in your hands as you looked at the screen. You had 30 missed calls from Jack, as well as 100s of text messages from both him and Sierra.

"Fuck! Why are you so strong?", George winced, rubbing at his sore foot. "What the big deal? It's just some guy. Its not like he's Jack Harlow or anything." You paused, feeling your pulse press against your jugular with every heartbeat. You tried to stand up, but you couldn't feel your arms or legs, forcing you to stay in your spot, and giving you away immediately.

"Y/N, no. You've gotta be kidding me." George ran a hand against the back of his neck, biting the inside of his cheek with nerves. "You're involved with Jack Harlow? Isn't he supposed to be getting married to that billionaire's daughter or something?"

"They're not in love." You said as you finally got to your feet. You know you didn't sound very convincing, but it was the only piece of the truth you could hang on to, the only thing keeping you afloat right now.

"Do you hear yourself? You sound like a delusional home wrecker", George said in with an incredulous tone.

"That's because I am", you bit back. "I am the other woman. I'm the one he only sees at night, the one who doesn't get any of the perks of being in the spotlight, but gets the brunt of all of the guilt. I am the other woman!" God, it felt good to finally get that off of your chest, to finally admit the truth to someone else but yourself. "But their relationship is fake. They're doing it for the PR, and things have gotten out of hand." You felt your phone buzz in your hand, but you didn't even bother to look down, your gaze focused on your brother.

"That's some shit that he just tells you to keep you around! You're smarter than this, Y/N. I can't believe you'd get caught up in something like this." You could see the fear in his eyes, the discomfort at your confession palpable in the room. "Why can't you see he's lying to you?"

"Because he's not!" The words shot out of your mouth before your brain could catch up, and you weren't even sure you believed them. "He is not lying to me! He loves me! He doesn't love her, he loves me." You punctured your chest with a finger, ignoring the sharp pain.

"Sis...", his facial expression turned to pity, and that enraged you. "If you're in some kind of trouble or something..." You pushed past him to the closet, yanking your bags from the shelf and throwing them on the bed. "I never should have come here. I thought I could trust you, but obviously I was wrong." You frantically stuffed your clothes into the duffels, your mind racing with ideas of where you were going to go. Sierra's place was out of the question; you were still on the outs after you told her everything, your friendship damaged beyond repair. You didn't want to ever see Darien's face again, but you were running out of options. Maybe you can ask just to stay a couple night-

"No, no. You can trust me. I just need to know everything. I need to know how deep you are in this, so that I can help you." You felt his hand on your shoulder, tears immediately beginning to sting in your eyes. You hung your head, your breaths shallow as tears rolled down your cheeks. "I didn't mean for all of this to happen." You wiped your face, turning to sit on the edge of the bed.

"We met a year ago at an industry party, he was charming, and I was bored. At the time, I didn't know he was in a relationship with Claire Beckham or I never would have even entertained him. Before I knew it, I was hiding in Jack Harlow's shadow, living in it, relishing in it." You took a breath, choking out sobs. George listened intently to you, his body tensing up as he crossed his arms over his chest. "It wasn't until a couple days ago that I found out that their relationship was a farce. That they were doing it to better her image, and help his career, and somehow I was the leverage in their business agreement."

"Leverage." George repeated, his brow knitted together. "What do you mean?"

"Claire is evil. More evil than you could ever imagine, and she's been collecting evidence of Jack's and my relationship to use for blackmail and keep him in line, something that could ruin my life and my career. She has a tape of us "together." You could hear your brother's breath quicken, his face twisting with anger. "Jack told me everything, and I got scared. I am in over my head, Georgie, and I didn't know what to do or who I can trust. So I ran here to you."

The room was painfully quiet as he stood there watching you, as if he could tell whether or not you were lying by just looking at you. You dipped your head and closed your eyes, your tears falling into your hands. You heard that similar squeak of the chair across the floor as he sat in front of you. He leaned forward, resting his hands on his knees.

"Listen to me, Y/N." You looked up, wiping the wetness beneath your eyes. "Whatever mess you're in, I'm gonna help you get out of it, okay?" You were the older sister, you were supposed to be the one to protect him when things got tough. You felt defeated and weak, and as much as you wanted George to come to your rescue, you could never ask him to do that for you.

You shook your head. "No, I don't want you involved in this. You have no idea what Claire and her family are capable of. They are connected, wealthy, and there is nothing they won't do to keep their name prominent in the city." Your heart sunk to your stomach. You always knew how powerful her family was, but hearing yourself say it out loud, you realized just how helpless you really were. There was no fighting her and winning. What the hell are you going to do?

You were jogged out of your spiral by George's hand resting on top of yours. "I'm not giving you the option to say no." You felt a rush of relief when he finally gave you the smile you'd been so desperate to see. It was a mirror image of the George you remembered from your childhood: kind eyes, sweet smile with a missing front tooth that he knocked out at a little league game, a childlike sense of wonder and hope.

"Okay." You took in a deep breath, pushing it out through your nostrils. "What are we going to do?"

"I don't know yet", George chuckled, and for the first time in a long time, you allowed yourself to laugh as well.

"Before we come up with a plan, I need you to do one thing for me." George reached past you, grabbing your phone. You looked up at him with a confused face.

"I need you to call Jack."

****

You felt physically ill the moment you hung up the phone with Jack. You handed George your phone and stepped onto the back porch, a unobstructed view of the water in front of you, to take a few breaths and get rid of the wave of nausea.

You gave Jack the location to the beach house, and he promised he'd leave the city immediately. He sounded exhausted and distressed, and even though he told you he was just happy to hear your voice, and know you were safe, you couldn't help but feel like he was hiding something from you.

A part of you thought you were just overthinking everything, trying to discern his true intentions instead of taking him at his word, to protect yourself, but another part of you, a nagging in the pit of your stomach, thought your brother was right.

Maybe Jack has been lying to you all this time. He showed you the video that Claire was supposedly using as blackmail, but it could have just as easily been his own video.

He says their relationship is fake, but whenever you see them on social media or in the headlines, they look happy as ever. Is that something you can even truly fake? You've never been capable of faking how much you loved someone, and even with everything that happened with Jack, it seemed impossible to pretend you didn't care about him.

Your mind was reeling, bile daring to creep up your throat. There were so many things that didn't make sense, so many pieces that didn't fit together just right, and maybe it took you taking a step away, both literally and figuratively to see everything for what it really was.

"I always hated the beach."

You jumped, turning on your heels to face the voice that startled you. You didn't even realize how long you'd been standing in the same spot, lost in thought, and you definitely didn't hear Jack walk up behind you.

He was wearing a worn Louisville Cardinals t-shirt, jeans slung low at his hips, New Balance sneakers on his feet, a strong juxtaposition to the character he played when he was with Claire. You could tell he was stressed, habitually running his hand through his curls as he looked at you, the chestnut mop tightly coiled on top of his head. You didn't open your mouth, for fear you'd burst into tears at the first word. His heart broke at the look of sadness in your face, knowing he was the cause of it.

He continued, sinking his feet into the rocks that paved the driveway. "I just never saw the appeal. The sun beating down on you, waves knocking you off your feet, sand in places it doesn't belong." He cracked a small smile, and it made you feel even sicker. He took one step toward you, you took one step back, the railing digging into your lower back.

"Why'd you leave?" His features settled back to that familiar distress he'd been feeling the past couple of days after he found your room empty. "I told you I was going to fix this. I went to Claire and I told her I-"

"Jack just stop." The tears were rolling freely, you were helpless to stop them. "There is no fixing this. Look at where we are right now!" You gestured around you, the quiet surroundings a reminder that you had to drive for hours to find a place you felt safe enough to stop. "I left", you took in a sharp breath, "I left, because I can't do this anymore. She wins, Claire wins. Whatever she has on me, tell her to release it. I don't care anymore."

"No, I'm not gonna let her hurt you anymore."

You shook your head, feeling your legs grow weak. "And what about you? Will you stop hurting me, too?"

The only thing keeping Jack going was the thought that there was an end to all of this, and that when he got to the other side, you'd be there waiting for him. But he could look at you and see that this was more than you could take, and that he didn't deserve a happy ending with you in the future. He dug his nails into his palms, the pain in his chest enough to take his breath away. He didn't want to let you go, but part of fixing this mess was allowing you to walk away.

"I'm going back to Louisville in a couple days to kick off my tour. Its supposed to be a big production, streamed to millions of fans across the world." He let out a humorless laugh. "Claire's idea actually, to increase my exposure right before the wedding." Your breath hitched in your throat. Jack held up a hand, knowing that hearing the word "wedding" made you uneasy. "Don't worry. I don't plan on going through with it. After Claire pulled the pregnancy stunt on national TV, I knew that she was beyond negotiating with, so I recorded our conversation, implicating her part in all of this, admitting that the relationship, engagement and pregnancy, its all lies. I'm gonna broadcast it at the concert, stream it for everyone to see. Millions of people are gonna know the real Claire Beckham."

"Jack, you release that tape, you're also going to implicate yourself. Your career, no, your life! Its over when that gets out. Everything you've worked for will be gone." You wanted this to be over, but you knew that Jack was a victim in this too, even if some of it was his own doing. He'd suffered enough, and losing everything wasn't the fix he thought it was.

"I know, I know." You instinctively moved toward him, bundling his t-shirt in your fists and pulling him close to you, as he wiped the tears off of his face. "I know, but its okay", he whispered with a smile, cupping your cheek in his hand. "I don't see another way out of this, and this needs to end. I need to know I did everything to make sure you're safe and okay, and if leaving my career behind is how I do it, I don't care." He pulled you the rest of the way toward him, wrapping you up tightly in his arms, his familiar scent overwhelming your senses. You missed this; you missed him and his touch.

It wasn't a side of him you got to see often, this kid from the south that he always championed, and that was who your heart broke for through all of this. Not Jack Harlow, the international superstar, the one who signed his life away for a shot of maintaining his fame, but Jack Harlow, the kid from Louisville, KY who knows nothing but drive and passion for the things he wants in life. The one who loves unapologetically, and doesn't compromise his morals for anything. That's the only Jack Harlow you wanted, and the one you deserved.

You were interrupted by the sound of George's footsteps on the gravel. You broke apart from Jack, wiping your face with the sleeve of your sweater. You didn't want your little brother to see you like this.

George shoved his hands in his back pockets. "What if I told you I had an idea? Something that would get rid of Claire, without you having to give up your career?"

"Jack, this is my brother George." Jack extended his hand out, but George just glanced at it, a clear distain for Jack on his face.

"Just to be clear, the only reason I'm even thinking about helping you is to get my sister out of this mess." Jack nodded, retracting his arm. "Understood."

"C'mon inside, then." George held the door open for both of you. "I'll tell you my plan."

****

You tossed and turned on the bed before settling on your back, Jack's breathing audible as he sat across the room, trying to settle in the uncomfortable kitchen chair. Night had settled on the house, and you kept your distance from each other. You knew it was selfish, but you wanted to be comforted right now.

"Jack, you can come lay on the other side of the bed. I don't mind."

"No, I'm okay here. Thanks." He cleared his throat, pulling his phone from his back pocket. You sat up, letting out an exasperated sigh. "My brother is going to be gone for at least the night. He's not coming back anytime soon." It was going to take some time to execute George's plan, so he offered to go back to your apartment and pack up some of your things so you could stay with him for a while, leaving you and Jack alone.

"It's not that." He pulled at the curls at the back of his neck.

"What is it then?" You were desperate for his touch, to feel his body against yours as you tried to sleep. The last time you remembered having a good nights sleep, that wasn't because exhaustion overtook you, was when you and Jack were together in Louisville months ago, the night before everything fell apart. You weren't sure how many other chances you were going to have with him.

"I know you don't want anything to do with me. After all of this is over, I know we're going our separate ways. You were right, I have been hurting you, and I'm done doing that."

His words knocked the wind out of your chest. You took in a shaky breath, trying to compose yourself. "Jack, if I knew there was a way that we could be together after everything that's happened, truly together and happy, standing in the spotlight, I would do anything to have it. But I don't see it. Can you honestly say you do?"

He stood and walked over to your side of the bed, settling next to you. "I don't know. So much has happened, and as desperately as I want your brother's plan to work, I don't know if it will. But I want to try. I love you so damn much, baby. I have for such a long time, and if there's even a small chance that I get to have you in my life, I'll take it." He had a tight grip on your hands, his thumb grazing over your knuckles as he spoke.

You were wrong about one thing. His words did still bring you reassurance. You loved him that damn much, too.

"Kiss me", you whispered, your gaze dropping to his lips. He moved with a swiftness, cupping the back of your head as he pulled you in, the first kiss gentle and sweet. You got a taste and were immediately hungry for more, deepening the next kiss, breathless as Jack's tongue roamed your mouth.

Every nerve ending in your body was tingling with excitement as he slipped your sweater off of your shoulders and helped you shed your clothing, only breaking apart when absolutely necessary before crashing lips again. His hands roamed your body, digits pressing into your ribcage as you fumbled with the button of his jeans, pushing them past his hips.

"I've missed this", you moaned out breathlessly as Jack's lips trailed down your neck, his tongue licking the line of your collarbone before moving to your breasts. He helped you remove your bra, forcefully pulling the straps down your arms, and latching onto your nipple, your hand finding the back of his head, pulling at his curls with each pleasurable flick of his tongue.

Each moment of foreplay had you desperate for him to fuck you, your wetness pooling in your panties as Jack took his time with you, worshiping each inch of your body with his mouth.

"I'm never letting you go again", he muttered against your skin, his lips hovering over your covered pussy. You felt his teeth gently graze dangerously close to your clit, the sensitive bud twitching with anticipation. You were so desperate, even his hot breaths against your body were turning you on.

"Take them off, take them off", you ordered when you couldn't take it anymore. Jack chuckled, sliding your panties down past your knees, tossing the lingerie across the bed.

"I meant your boxers", you whispered out, reaching out for Jack, your fingertips touching his lower stomach. "Easy, baby." He held your hands pinned to your stomach with one hand while he used the other to spring his cock free from his underwear, the tip leaking with precum. He slowly stroked the head as you opened your legs to him, your wetness glistening in the light. "Fuck, fuck, fuck", was all he could repeat underneath his breath as he dragged his cock through your folds, taking his time to circle around your clit, your heightened senses almost sending you over the edge.

He had every intention on teasing you, drawing out your pleasure, but as soon as he lined up with your entrance, he sunk into you with a single breath, his body just as desperate to feel your cushiony walls around his member.

Your body writhed beneath him, rutting your hips against his pelvis for some stimulation, as he slowly began to rock his hips back and forth into you, stroking your g-spot with each movement.

"Keep doing that, fuck, don't stop", you instructed, his cock kissing against your cervix with each stroke. Once you'd gotten used to the pace, your chest rising and falling in tandem with his, he increased his pace, collapsing his body weight on top of you, his forearms framing your face. "So beautiful, my beautiful baby", he praised you in between kisses to your jawline, your face contorted with pleasure as he used his thumb to press against your clit, your legs shaking from fatigue and overstimulation.

"Jack, I-I can't", you were so close to your orgasm within minutes, but you didn't want it to be over, desperate for your release but trying to stave it off at the same time. "Take what you need, baby. I'm not going anywhere." With weeks of pent up sexual frustration, Jack aimed on making you cum over and over again, until you couldn't anymore. You buried your face against his shoulder as he set a relentless pace, pounding you into the mattress.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum", you bit your teeth into his skin, your nails dragging along his back as you orgasmed around his cock, your pelvic muscles pulling him deeper and deeper into your pussy as you came, Jack panting in your ear as he was close to his own release.

"Do it again", he grunted out, and you were so lost in pleasure you couldn't object, your body submitting to him as he forced orgasm after orgasm out of you.

"I can't do it again", you whined out. The moans and cries rolling off your tongue drove Jack wild, and you could feel his hips start to stutter against your body. You grabbed his face in your hands, placing kisses on his nose as his pace started to slow. "Are you close?", his gaze was dropped to focus, but he frantically shook his head, unable to form a coherent sentence, the only thing coming out of his mouth a guttral moan.

You rolled your hips in circles as he continued to fuck you, and within seconds he was cuming, emptying his release into you. You felt a warmth as he filled you up, slowly pulling out of you and pushing his cum repeatedly into you, his breaths heavy as he watched his actions. You shivered as you fell it run down the side of your inner thigh onto the bed.

He could barely focus, rolling off to the side as you both came down from your highs, his eyes shut tight. You tucked into his side, stroking his beard, your arm draped over his stomach.

"Jack, I don't care what happens tomorrow, with Claire, or anything else. I love you and I want to be with you, through everything." You pressed a kiss to his beard, drawing lazy circles on his side. He slowly opened his eyes to look at you, tears brimming in his lashes. "Are you sure?"

You gave him a small smile, pressing another kiss to his jawline.

"I've never been more sure of anything."

****

You felt the warm sun on your face, the sound of seagulls mewing just out of the window as your started to wake. You felt around you before opening your eyes, Jack still in the same place he was before you fell asleep last night, his arms tightly wrapped around your naked form. You didn't want this moment to end, so you pulled Jack's arm tighter around you, and willed yourself to go back to sleep. He let out a lazy hum as he pressed a kiss to the back of your head before settling again.

You were drifting off when you heard the sound of your phone pinging. You ignored it the first time, but the second time, it caught your attention as you came back to reality and realized it might be George. You sat up, wrapped the sheet tightly around your torso and grabbed it off of the nightstand, your mouth falling open as you read your notifications. Jack peeked one eye open at the disruptance, rubbing a hand over his face with a sigh before turning to fully look at you. "What's wrong?"

"Georgie got an "in" earlier than he thought he would. The first part of the plan is happening now."

****

George paused at the entrance of the building to let a group of executives walk past, the sound of the bustling city quieting behind him as the door shut. He took in the expansive lobby, rumblings of conversations happening around him as he strolled to the front desk, plastering a smile on his face as he made contact with the attendant.

"Hi, can I help you?" George could smell the coffee on her breath as he leaned forward, trying to be as charming as possible. The young woman blushed, averting eye contact with him. "Yes, first of all good morning."

She smiled, returning the greeting. "Is there something I can help you with, Mr-"

"Oh, Mr. Y/L/N."

Shock hit her features as she realized she recognized him. "George Y/L/N?" she disappeared under her desk for a second, returning with a copy of one of his books. "I've read this book cover to cover so many times, I'm such a big fan. Would you mind signing it for me?" She hesitantly held out a pen, a pink one with a fuzzy ball at the top, which George happily accepted.

"Anything for a fan." He scribbled his signature across the first page before handing both the pen and book back to her.

"I'm hoping you can help me with something- Sarah", he narrowed his eyes as he read her nameplate.

"Anything for a famous author", her cheeky smile made him chuckle. "Great. I have an appointment, but I'm afraid I'm a little bit lost in this huge building." He flipped through his notebook, pretending to look for a name and contact information.

"Look at me, I'm supposed to be this famous author, here to do a piece on someone for the New York Times, and I can't even find her office." He gave Sarah a wink, and she practically melted into a puddle in front of him.

"I'm sure I can help you out. What's her name?" Sarah turned to the directory on her computer.

"Claire Beckham." George cleared his throat, adjusting the tie at his neck. "I'm here to see Claire Beckham."

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24. superbat. this motherfucker JUST got to bed if any of u assholes wake him UP

24. Protecting your lover’s sleep as they doze on your lap, making sure nobody bothers them as they entrusted their peace to you. thinking about.... jlas superbat. i may not have followed this prompt to the letter but its very long so you get what you get at this point

It was just one of those days- one of those nights- one of those weeks- where one problem shifted right into the next without break, and they all found themselves running more ragged than usual. In the tower, heroes everywhere seemed sluggish and exhausted, running low on sleep and worn out from the last battle. Diana had tipped onto a couch and hadn't gotten back up again, and Wally had nearly passed out in the cafeteria, starting awake and drifting off again in the middle of a burger. After being pried away from the monitors, J'onn had gone straight to his room to sleep, and there were countless others who had followed his example.

Bruce was too stubborn. Clark was reasonably sure he'd been awake longer than anyone, but Clark could still see him typing away, doing god even knew what.

"I'll sleep when I finish," he said, before Clark had even said anything.

"I wasn't going to tell you to sleep," Clark said, taking that as his cue to approach.

"Yes, you were."

"I know better." Clark set a hand on the back of Bruce's chair, glancing briefly over the monitors. Logs, security feed, news reports- all of it a huge mess of information to sort through. Someone had to do it, but that someone didn't need to be Bruce.

Bruce looked tired. His shoulders sagged and his fingers hesitated, slow on the keys. He'd been drooping all day, attacking everything with the energy of a man on his very last leg. He'd sustained too many injuries during the fight. He'd been slow, and sloppy. He needed to sleep, but he'd never let Clark talk him into it if Clark let on that that was what he was doing.

"Can you do all this from anywhere?" Clark asked.

Bruce blinked slowly. "Not from anywhere."

"But from another computer."

"Yes. I have others."

"A laptop?"

"Yes." Bruce was eyeing him with suspicion, now, leaning back in his chair.

"Then you're doing it from there," Clark decided. "You can burn your retinas to your heart's content- I won't stop you. But I need company."

For a long moment, Bruce looked at him. Clark could practically hear the gears turning as he thought it over, taking longer to consider it than he usually would in his exhaustion. Then, finally, his gaze softened. He sighed, slumping back in his chair and rubbing his hands over his face. "Just don't watch one of your stupid cooking shows while I work."

"They're not stupid," Clark protested.

"Whatever." Bruce waved a hand, pushing himself up out of the chair. He hit a few more buttons, and the monitors condensed into the smallest screen, allowing Bruce to pull it off of its docking station. "Lead the way."

The tower had grown quiet and still with sleeping heroes. With his hearing, Clark could hear Booster and Ted's laughter from the cafeteria, but everywhere else had turned muffled and heavy with the air of sleep. People murmured back and forth to avoid waking up sleeping heroes in the commons, and most of the sleeping quarters were occupied. Somewhere, Wally got ready to portal home, while somewhere else, Oliver snored loudly. No one passed them on their way to Clark's room.

It was easy to get stuck on the fringes of his senses, listening to everything instead of whatever was closest. The need to keep an ear out for danger hadn't quite abided yet, and it left Clark feeling unmoored and anxious. Normally, it was a nuisance, but maybe this time it'd keep him awake long enough that Bruce would sleep first.

It was almost too easy to pile on his couch with Bruce. Normally, any attempt at getting Bruce to accept even a mediocrum of comfort resulted in a fight, but he sat without prompting, eyes never leaving his tablet. He didn't complain when Clark flopped down with a heap of blankets, even when Clark twisted to lean against the arm, swinging his legs across Bruce's lap. Somehow, they settled in like that; Bruce, on his tablet, and Clark, half-watching some nature show that was interesting enough, but not so interesting that it offended Bruce's sensibilities.

As the narrator droned on, Clark struggled to narrow in his focus. The lights from the TV flickered colors across the dark room, and it felt so quiet, surrounded by the suffocating vacuum of space. If he strained hard enough, he knew he could hear Earth, but he tried not to. He could feel each individual fiber of each blanket, and each snore in the building. The tap of Bruce's finger against the screen of his tablet felt obscenely loud. The constant shifting of his attention and the overwhelming amount of stimulus was exhausting, and he could feel himself sagging under it, so worn out that it was hard to hear the words coming from the TV. He rubbed his face, running through grounding exercises in his head to no avail. He wasn't sleeping, at least.

Bruce's hand came to rest on his knee. The pressure of it was enough to shock Clark out of his thoughts, but light, and gentle. Bruce hadn't looked up from his tablet, but his thumb tracked back and forth absently.

Slowly, Clark relaxed back into the couch again. His eyes fixed on the TV, but without really registering the pictures. He couldn't feel every fiber in the blankets, or hear every snore, but he was suddenly hyper-aware of that weight on his knee- a single point of focus that he locked on helplessly. It wasn't constant- every now and again, Bruce lifted his hand to tap the screen- but it always returned. Somehow, that caught Clark's attention more, leaving him waiting, expectant, caught on every detail of Bruce. The bracing warmth of Bruce's legs under his own, the vaguely ticklish stroke of his thumb, his breathing, steady and slow. Out of habit more than anything, he found Bruce's heartbeat, listening to the low thump of it until it felt like his own had slowed in turn. The familiarity of it was soothing, safe, protected, the reliability of the Batman unexpectedly grounding after so long.

His head slipped off his hand, and he started, eyes opening. He hadn't realized he'd closed them.

"Seems like I'm not the only one trying to stay up," Bruce commented.

"I'm not," Clark said. Although, maybe he was. He frowned through the haze of exhaustion, trying to focus on the TV.

"The life and death of a sea star are just that riveting," Bruce said, teasing under the deadpan.

"Shut up," Clark muttered, and shifted again, re-propping up his elbow on the arm of the couch.

It was difficult to understand how Bruce stayed awake. Without the cowl, the bags under his eyes were dark and deep, his expression something beyond exhausted. And yet, even now, wrapped up in blankets and secluded in the quiet comfort of Clark's room, listening to the soothing drone of a documentary, he tapped at that stupid tablet. Clark was beginning to doubt his ability to outlast him. The restless discomfort that had kept him awake earlier- his ace in the hole against Bruce's stubbornness- was fading into a sleepy warmth all too quickly.

And then, Bruce started to hum.

Clark could count on the fingers of one hand how many times he'd heard Bruce sing. Diana had once told him that Bruce had a voice so beautiful it could make a villain weep, but Clark had only ever heard it rarely, and never meant for him. It was a quiet lullaby, murmured to a baby that wouldn't stop crying as Clark searched for the mother, or a hum, pressed against Robin's hair in the aftermath of fear toxin. It had always felt like something he wasn't meant to hear. Now, through the ridiculous fog of exhaustion, Clark thought of sirens, calling soothingly to sailors from a distance.

Bruce's humming was soft and low, just under his breath. The tune was impossible to place, but haunting, and mournful. The sound of it seemed to vibrate through Clark, blanketing his senses until all he could focus on was just Bruce. Bruce was warm. He was safe, and close, and so confusingly present, as reliable as the tide. Time seemed to turn fluid, listening to that soft song, and Clark's eyes closed without his permission, just listening.

When Clark next opened his eyes, it was dark. The TV was off, Bruce's tablet forgotten somewhere in the tangle of blankets. His neck should've ached from the arm of the couch, but his head was on the cushions, propped up by a pillow. How Bruce had pulled that off without waking him, he had no idea.

Bruce was a warm weight against his chest, breathing slow. Judging by the awkward positioning, Clark doubted he'd meant to fall asleep, knees still jammed under Clark's own and cape still on. One of his hands was tucked against Clark's side, his face hidden between his own shoulder and Clark's sternum. It was... sweet, really. To have Bruce feel comfortable enough to sleep was a unique privilege, and one rarely afforded.

Clark hadn't outlasted him, in the end. But Bruce was sleeping, and as Clark let his eyes drift shut again, he allowed himself to consider it a win.

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ninjaneonleon · 9 months

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Swanatello and Crownardo

It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t fair!

Leo sniffled as he stayed curled up in the rain, grateful that it washed away his tears. He was near the lake, as he often was these days. It had been years since Donnie had been home properly, years since Leo had his twin back.

It just wasn’t fair.

How much longer did they have to wait? How much longer would Donnie have to be a prisoner of this stupid curse?

They had made no progress in saving Donnie. Even after finding the symbol on the bottom of the lake and finding Donnie’s recordings, they were still no closer to getting him out! Even Barry was at a loss. This was old magic, older than Barry or even Big Mama. Yes, Leo had been begged for her help, worked in the Battle Nexus for months while she gave him access to every library and book and scroll in the Hidden City. Still, he found nothing.

How much longer would Leo have to be this useless?

“Why so sad, my child?” A deep voice croaked from behind him. Leo jumped and looked around. He hadn’t heard anyone approach, just the ruffle of feathers of a bird in flight. Wait, a bird?

The crow who perched above him was like nothing he’d ever seen. Its piercing red eyes stared down at Leo with sympathy and the dark aura that pulsed around it echoed with power. A familiar sort of power. The same power as the Lake, as the curse.

Leo was enamoured instantly. Maybe this bird had a solution.

“I have a question for you, child.” The crow spoke and Leo couldn’t look away. “What is the reason for your tears?”

If the crow had asked Leo anything two years ago, he wouldn’t have answered or he would have made some stupid joke. Even a year ago, Leo would be curious but guarded. But Leo had gone too long without his twin, he’d been left uselessly on the sidelines for too long. He wasn’t even needed for portals anymore since Barry set up the permanent gateway. This bird was a chance to save Donnie. Leo’s instincts had never failed him when it was important like this.

So Leo told the crow everything. About the Kraang, about Donnie’s plan to hide the key, about the lake and how much Leo and his family were suffering. About how much he missed his twin and how he would do anything to get him back.

By the time Leo was done, he felt drained and dizzy. It was like once he had started talking, he couldn’t stop. The relief of finally giving the whole story, of being honest about how much he was struggling and not hiding it behind jokes or dealing with it alone in his room, it was freeing in a way Leo didn’t realise he needed.

“I can help you, my child,” the crow murmured, having hopped down from the branch long ago to perch on Leo’s shoulder. He rubbed his beak against Leo’s cheek. “I can give you the power to save your brother from the Lake’s corruptive influence. If you can retrieve the treasure it hides, your brother will be freed. If you bring the treasure to me, I can reverse the spell on him entirely, bringing him back as he was before the lake ever touched him.” That sounded like a dream come true, more than Leo could have ever prayed for.

“How do I do it? He’s become so strong since the Lake took him,” leo asked softly. His head was swimming with possibility.

“Drink this.” A small blue vial was dropped into his hand. “It will let you match him in skill and strength.”

Leo studied the vial. Rationally, he knew that he shouldn’t take it, that he should take the vial back to Barry or Mikey and get it checked. But Leo was done being rational. Rational had gotten him nowhere.

Without any further hesitation, Leo downed the potion in one gulp. A strange feeling flooded through his system, one of warmth and safety, of being deep in the earth and yet high in the sky. It was beautiful. He was beautiful. He was powerful.

Music started from nowhere, echoing around Leo as he panted from the intense feelings running through him. He knew instinctively what he needed to do.

“But I don’t know how to dance!” He cried.

“That is alright, my child.” The crow was back on his branch again. Leo found his arms raising by themselves and he raised up to stand on his toes. It felt as natural as breathing. He moved slowly with the music. Plié. Arabesque. Pirouette. Ciseaux. Fouetté. Leo closed his eyes, smiling as the music guided him in ways he didn’t know he could move. “I will teach you.”

Part 2

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My brain did a thing

Swanatello and Crownardo have infected my brain

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #Leonardo #swanatello #crownardo #fic writing #mini fic

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strqyr · 14 days

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thinking out loud here, but... now with all of the beyond episodes out, i'm starting to wonder if the goal is to actually return to vale for the final battle.

for one, the final battle of the great war that lead to peace happened in vacuo, exactly the kingdom everyone is in currently. that's where the preparations are happening, that's the kingdom that everyone is primed to defend. but what i also find interesting about the great war battle is that the king of vale arrived with what are very likely to be the sword of destruction and the crown of choice—exactly the relics salem currently doesn't have.

then there's 'boba' and the very on-the-nose way of pointing that tai is doing something important in vale / patch that prevents him from being in vacuo. and like. it's the crown, right. or specifically, the vault that houses the crown; the whole point of the academies was to house the vaults that house the relics so that they would be surrounded by people capable of defending the academies at all times. and if the vault isn't at beacon—which is likely because salem hasn't found it yet, and at haven cinder points out how that vault looks way cooler than the one in beacon so what's the extra effort for, and i get the feeling it's not so much that any extra effort has gone to haven's vault, but rather that beacon's "vault" isn't really a vault to begin with—then obviously ozpin wouldn't leave it completely unguarded, but it also must be done discreetly as to not give the game away; and that's where tai comes in.

and because they made it so apparent in 'boba', it doesn't sound like a thing that's going to get addressed once they're done in vacuo and are ready to move back to vale, it sounds like it's imminent, something teased for V10 if / when it happens.

the king of vale had the sword and the crown. the resistance in vacuo is still in possession of the sword so that's accounted for, but getting the crown is a trickier problem to solve (if they're going for "ozma's side has the crown and the sword (like the king of vale did) while salem has the lamp and the staff" angle here).

enter 'the adventures of somewhat'. somewhat, in their cloak reminiscent of ruby's, talks to the red prince, who still has the scar on his face.

the red prince's purpose is to win the game. cinder holds the key to their victory. the red prince has sent all his followers away. cinder no longer has emerald and mercury by her side.

the red prince promises to help somewhat in their task if they beat him in the game. his purpose is to win that game.

"that doesn't seem very fair. what if my purpose was to win, too?" "such is the way of our life." "what if it doesn't have to be? i'm still new here, but i've met loads of afterans and people that have grown and found new things to do, even without going to the tree."

what if they don't need to be enemies locked in a battle they both want to win. what if it could be different: "who knows, maybe you could teach others to win. speaking of, i won! i think? i'm sorry."

with this little, simple conversation, somewhat left a somewhat of a big impression on the prince; and while he didn't join somewhat to keep his promise of helping them (that we saw of), he also dropped the tree leaves he could use to ascend.

and there was one less wrong thing in the ever after.

cinder holds the key to salem's victory. could she hold it for someone else—"maybe you could teach others to win"? could ruby get a chance to talk to cinder in the same way somewhat did with the prince, leaving an impression that gets cinder to change her mind? what if they don't need to be two enemies, pawns on a board, locked in battle?

the red prince promised to help if somewhat beat him in the game. they did. and i think this is something that might just happen with ruby and cinder too, and that's how the vacuo resistance gets hold of the crown.

all they need is a small team to head to vale to retrieve it, return to vacuo, and the grand stage of the final battle of the great war is once again set.

#rwby #rwby beyond #rwby spoilers #no one talk to me i'm cooking 👨‍🍳

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sugar-omi · 4 months

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I came here to ask for Rockstar! Cove rambles and saw the Rockstar! Baxter art you reblogged omfg it's so good.

Please can we get some of your Rockstar! Cove (and/or Baxter if you feel like it) rambles 🙏

(Hope your holiday has been great 💖)

this is more. rockstar!cove backstory but YKW ITS FINE BC ITS BEEN WHATS ON MY MIND LATELY we'll have to talk abt him again bc this post was getting LONG especially w baxterrr

tags : SFW, headcanons, step 2-4, rockstar au, so ooc, bullying mentioned, fighting, baxter's tags are below before his hc's

listen....

im ngl. i want him to be maybe a little toxic. a lil crazy.

or into things he's not canonically into/does often

at least he's rough n impulsive at first

whenever he can get away with it, and before he got famous, he loves taking a long ride on his motorcycle

compared to when he was a young teen, he tries not to take drives when he's angry

bc when he was young, he'd put on some music and blast it as loud as it could go, and he'd drive and drive and drive...

ended up with a few warnings and speeding tickets that way because he'd get lost in riding n his thoughts n the music

but now that his life isn't so turbulent, he doesn't do that anymore

i wanna imagine he doesn't grow up with you next door n you didn't know each other until junior year of high school

he sees you n he's sold...

thinks you're so fucking beautiful/handsome and he sees you laughing n smiling w your friends n he's so, so whipped for you

he's still a sweet shy boy, so it takes forever for him to talk to you

n it's terry who introduced you two!!!

he's all flustered, bc you're even more lovely up close

n if you're all bubbly n extroverted, he thinks you're like sunshine

if you're more reserved, he thinks you're very cool or that it's amazing how calm you are all the time

if you're shy/easily flustered, will sometimes (and now that he's grown, always) mention out loud he thinks it's cute when you blush...

either way, just loves your personality n thinks you're amazing n cute

you actually calm him down. you ground him.

he used to get into fights kinda often.

i like to think rockstar!cove got like this bc his parents stayed together longer than they did, n there was no brilliant neighbor to reach out to him

he n his dad were still like oil n water, and the kids at school were less than friendly but usually didn't dare fuck with him

key word is usually.

just had a thought actually... cliff's family living nearby

not his parents. he moved as far as he could

and with him n Kyra on the brink of divorce, her moving out the house, n all cliff has to do to keep them afloat..

he didn't think his equally shitty cousins would be a problem.

but surprise!! they're a few doors down n too happy to "catch up"

cove n cliff avoid them pretty well, n cliff really didn't need to tell cove to avoid his cousins bc he was already 2 steps ahead of him

but his cousins dont get that message, they also think its a good idea to pick on cove...

so between the short patience of most hormonal 13 year olds, his parents (finally) separating, cove's intolerance for bullshit....

cove ends up rocking his 2 cousins shit when they snatch his glasses off his face, bending the frame

ignores his cousins mom yelling at him n cliff to apologize for hurting her kids. feels a bit warm when his dad tells her his son is more well mannered than both her kiss combined, even laughs when he says a rabid raccon has more sense n poise

but is even happier when his dad, after a moment of silence in the car, asks him if be used the right hook he taught him

n tries to hide his smile when his dad ruffles his hair n goes "that's good. good job son."

he does hear the whole, "violence isn't always the answer" and "pick your battles" thing

but he shrugs off the lecture when he and cliff have a tub of ice cream each n cliff holds a bag of peas to his face

anyway.

he fights like a DOG. he arGRHHH HE HAS EVERYTHIGN TAKEN CARE OF. TRUST.

professional at sneaking out n sneaking YOU out

cove at 4am: wanna get mcd's?

dont even bother saying no bc he's already outside

dont pretend to be sleep either bc he FUCKING SEES YOU.

will leave you alone if you genuinely don't wanna fuck around in the middle of the night, but how can you say no to him?

ah. before i forget

Will kiss you if you're bandaging his face

asks you to ice his bruises...

SINGS YOU SONGS N SHIT

kryptonite. creep. p!nk and lady gaga PERIOD. all of it

serenades you with his guitar and/or voice

sometimes he's just fiddling with the strings, switching between cheery beats and trying to rick roll you but the beat is wayyy off

loves when you fall asleep to his music too, plays the sleepiest tune he can think of

you being his biggest supporter is what makes him fight to make a name in the music industry

after supporting him in his personal life, through all his lows and highs, then supporting his music that he was too scared to go for

he puts his best foot forward for his sake and yours

+ TAGS: mention of FWB, toxic baxter <3, so ooc ofc, mm implied partying/drinking

now rockstar baxter....

i want him to be a problem. he's the toxic one here

compared to cove, who is soft n sweet but impulsive and always willing to fight, rough but well meaning...

baxter is your situationship

your friends with benefits

friends if a loose word, since you hardly ever talk since you've met and unless arguing, bickering, or sexting counts as getting to know each other...

than you're best friends!!!

he's the big headed musician who always asks "wyd" and "u up?" whenever he's in town

at least he sends you money to doll up or eat, or whatever before he gets in town

"make sure you eat before i come. bc im not letting you go once i get there"

so.... if you want commitment. he's not it...

just saw *this tweet, and rockstar!baxter IS the type to email you after you block him

omfg. if any of yall have read armin x reader fanfics... yk how he is in those fics? all toxic n shit?

thats baxter.

not THAT bad. like baby trapping bad or cheating on you, manipulating you etc.

but he's bad

definitely the dumb choice you make at 18-20 smth years old n once you mature, you drop him because he doesn't grow up quickly...

he won't even have the realization that you're the one until he's MINIMUM 37-40+ YEARS OLD. AND FLYS UP FROM THE BED LIKE HE'S SEEN A GHOST

curses n curses himself to high hell and low heaven

now depending on how bad he's fucked you over, or you've moved on, etc... he understands if you don't wanna try being together, bc he was a fucking mess

at least, if he sees you catching feelings or himself, he does break it off

but there's still good times between you!!

he sends you things for your birthday

and when he's not on tour showing his ass, he comes to spend it with you

is very happy if you come to spend his birthday with him!!!

starts to look forward to it, but he doesn't really show it

although after the first time, he can't help crying, thought the first time was just a one off thing

unless you make the first one a big thing, than he cries then

even if all you did was get/make a cake and decorate your small apartment, he's so so happy

mm i started thinking abt smth

i don't think he's that bad, impulsive, etc. before his career

before, he's pursuing music because his parents hate it. its "not a useful career" and "embarrassing"

but then he starts to love it, its an outlet for him and then it's become a passion

but once he gets a deal with a record label, it's just a downward spiral

puts everything into music, ignores everything else and doesn't take breaks like he should

i think what breaks your "relationship" is him getting caught up in the darker side of the music industry, and losing himself.

he doesn't laugh or anything like before

doesn't make random trips to see you anymore

in fact, probably ends up flaking on you or suddenly canceling, or going weeks without talking to you

its rough. and you two definitely need time apart for him to grow and realize that this is serving anyone besides the companies pockets well

#our life: beginnings & always #olba #cove holden #cove holden x reader #baxter ward #baxter our life #baxter ward x reader

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smooth-perceval · 11 months

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“You still love me?”

Max Verstappen x Fem!Reader.

Summary: Max and reader have decided to separate for the benefit of their child. Reader and max was always arguing and they both agreed it wasn’t fair to bring their baby up that way. Only when the reader attends one of his races for their kid they realised it was a break that they needed not seperation.

Warning: Swearing, angst, Google translate, not proof read.

Key: Y/N (Your Name), Milo (Baby boy name, baby is nearly 3, slowly learning sentences)

Word count: 4,768

A/N: Max and kids is like my fav fics. Anyways, hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it!! 🖤 maybe some movie quotes in here cause I like movies :|

When did the constant arguing happen? Pfftt no idea I couldn’t tell you. What I could tell you is that I have had enough.

I had enough of playing the waiting game and making excuses for Max’s absence in his own little boys life. We tried attending majority of the races for Max, and even the ones we could attended we might as well been at home, we would’ve seen more of Max on the tv.

Whenever I brought up this situation with Max, he always would shout about “Being world champion” and that “I have a priority to the team” which I would always clip back with “What about your priority of being a father?” To then he would slam the door on my face and go on his simulator, or end the call on me.

It was the same shit different day, it was just killing me knowing this is all effecting our Milo. The countless days and nights of me lying for Max, it was getting tiring wiping our baby’s eyes, and promising him his dad really does love and care for him his just busy doing championship things.

10:38pm

Still no sign of Max, no text, no call, nothing. Milo tried staying awake but the struggle was getting unbearable for him and I decided to do the battle of attempting to get him to bed.

“Come baby, it’s time for bed. Pa is busy…” scooping him up in my arms as he yawned, he started mumbling his protests and I knew it’ll be another long night… and all I could think was, damn you Max Verstappen.

After trying to settle Milo down for the last 20 or so minutes, we finally compromised Milo was going to stay in our bed, with a bowl of fruit because he really wanted it.

Finally Milo settled his head next to mine on the pillow, I was laying on my side watching him a small smile on my face. He really is perfect, his Max’s double, absolutely perfect, the temperament was defiantly the same as well, I sure had my hands full with them.

“mamma, is pa home?” His eyes diverted from the tv to me as he laid on his side also now, clearly getting tired by the way he reached his hand out putting it on the side of my face, a comfort thing he does when his tired. “Not yet baby. I’ll wake you when he does” I place my hand on top of his smiling at him leaning it kissing his nose. “Night mamma…” yawning again his eyes flutter closed as he takes a deep sigh. “Night Schat” (darling)

Once I knew Milo was fully asleep I turned the tv off and leaned over to check my phone again, still nothing…

Now yawning also, I gave up. Milo doesn’t deserve this- I don’t deserve this… all we asked for is 5 minutes of his time. But the team comes first.

01:19am

The bed dipped, and I felt Milo stir against my chest, his small arm wrapped around me as much as he could, I soon felt another arm slide over us both and a deep sigh leave the person. Opening my eyes a little I already knew who it would be.

“Don’t wake Milo.” I mumble cradling our baby.

“Nice to see you too.” He scoffed back rubbing Milo’s back.

“He waited up late again for you Max.”

“Well put him to bed earlier.”

Shushing Max I soothed Milo again, I knew I promised to wake him up but he needs to sleep. Maybe we both can’t keep our promises…

“Sorry…” Max whispered closing his eyes.

“For all of it.” He mumbled afterwards.

“I don’t care anymore…” I whispered back pushing Max arm off me… yes I did and yea I just wanted Max to hold me, but that means his won and I can’t let him win once again. Max gave in rolling onto his back and letting the sleep take him. While me? I laid awake for another hour or so just watching them both, they both looked so peaceful, Milo had clearly felt Max presence and turned over cuddling into him. As soon as Max felt him a small smile crept to his face, even while asleep… and it’s times like this that make me regret the bad thoughts I have… but I had to do it for us to work-

The next morning I slowly woke up, when I glanced over Max and Milo was still asleep, Max now on his back and Milo laying on his chest with Max’s arms both wrapped around him securely. It was an adorable image, they both looked so calm when together and again, so peaceful.

Deciding to start making Milo’s breakfast, I head downstairs knowing soon he will be awake and our little morning routine will have to start, so why not get ahead?

I started making some pancakes and fruit for him as he loves pancakes, seeing as I’m able to get 5 minutes to make them, normally once me and Milo get up his already asking for breakfast- and boy, that kid gets hangry. And boy he can eat.

Just as I was setting his food at the table I heard someone behind me.

“Morning.” I already knew it was Max, by his deep husky voice that he always gets in the mornings, and for the fact that nobody but Max was here who’s voice would be like that. “Morning.” I mumbled back going past him to wake Milo, if I don’t wake him now he won’t sleep later unfortunately.

When I opened the door to the bedroom Milo was slowly waking up, his head just rising from the pillow, like he had sensed Max not being there. I smiled at him sweetly and walked over to the bed brushing his hair back with my fingers. “Morning baby” but he couldn’t care for me being there he straight away looked around the room, “pa?”

“Pa is downstairs, you coming?” I held my hands out to Milo who stood up slowly and climbed into my arms, head resting on my shoulder. Some may say his too old to be carried but his my baby, if I could I’d carry him for the rest of my life. When his in my arms I feel like no danger could come to us.

Once I had made it back downstairs I sat Milo at the table, as he insists his a big boy and can eat like his dad. Max was sitting there already with a bowl of cereal and phone in hand.

“Papa.” Milo stared at Max a sleepy smile on his face “Hi, mijn ventje” (my boy), glancing up from his phone he smiled at Milo, there is no denying Max loves his kid with his whole heart… but Milo is still young. He needs to be shown it. Like now, putting your phone down and enjoying breakfast with one another, was that too much to ask.

“Max.” I crossed my arms over my chest staring him out. He quickly looked up with raised eyebrows. Nodding my head towards Milo with pointed eyes, praying he got the hint. However, he just looked back at Milo confused and then back at me.

With a defeated sigh, I pulled a chair out next to Milo cutting up his food a bit more and handing him his cutlery. “I need to go, shit. I didn’t realise the time.”

“But you’ve barely been here five minutes…” I looked up at him with pleading eyes praying he would just sit back down.

“Papa leaving?” Milo looked between me and Max, I could see it on Max’s face he was praying I made some excuse up.

Shaking my head I looked down at Milo food picking his fork back up for him and handing it to him. “Eat up, otherwise I’ll eat it all.” I was on the verge of tears… the point that he couldn’t even stay here for me, didn’t both me I knew I signed up for this… but Milo didn’t. Max said we was at a good time for kids, truthfully he meant it was a good time for me and not him.

Max ran off upstairs getting changed and packing a few items ready for his next trip. By then Milo had given up with food, I took his stuff out to the kitchen letting him play for a bit in the lounge.

“I’ll call you tonight, make sure Milo is awake.” Turning around Max was standing in the kitchen door way. I just stared at him, I get he has a job I do but it’s not fair-

“Don’t bother making a promise if you don’t intend to keep it.” At my response Max rolled his eyes.

“Y/N don’t start this again- I got to go.”

“So have I. Max I can’t keep doing this…”

I finally got his attention. He stepped further into the kitchen confused.

“What you mean you can’t do this?”

“I can’t keep waiting around for you, you said we could start this family yet you haven’t been here-” I already felt choked up, this wasn’t a conversation I expected to be having first thing in the morning but I knew it was brewing…

“I’m doing my job- what did you expect me to do? Drop it all because you got pregnant?” The realisation showed on Max face as soon as he said it. He stepped even closer hands out waving in front of him.

I leaned my head back trying to hold back any tears that were threatening to spill, taking a few deep breaths.

“Y/N I didn’t mean that- it was just, it just came out-”

“You needed to go Max.” I turned back around putting the last remaining cups and plates away.

“Don’t, don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Shut me out.” He now came and stood next to me, trying to get me to look at him.

“You did that in your own.” He glanced down at his watch and then quickly back up at me.

“I need to leave. We will continue this when I’m home okay? I promise.” And he just left with a quick by to Milo, who was practically chasing him out the door.

There I stood alone in the kitchen taking a few more deep breaths before heading out to Milo.

“How about we go to the park baby?” Smiling I held my hands out to him, slowly he walked over his bottom lip stuck out little sniffles coming from him. “Papa’s gone…” I leant down picking him up, hand rubbing his back trying to soothe him. “I know, it’s okay…” carrying him upstairs to his room we picked a cute little set for him, seeing as it was quite warm out in Monaco, I encouraged him into the bathroom where he climbed on his little stool to brush his teeth.

He has always been very good with learning new things, he likes to be very much like his Dad, he see’s Max brushing his teeth, he wanted to do it, Max gets dressed by himself, Milo can do it. That’s why it’s been very difficult these few months with no Max present… it took a toll on Milo, what does he do now the only person he wanted to be like is rarely around?

“Go play, mama needs to get dressed mijn lieverd” (my darling) he nodded his head running off into his room as I got dressed, brushed my hair and teeth, and put on some skin care.

“Milo you ready?” Coming back out our room he come walking out smiling, his got Max’s cute smile, honestly makes my heart swell every time he smiles, maybe it doesn’t hurt me so much Max not being around because I do have my mini Max always. “Mama, we go park now?” Nodding my head I held his hand as we both took the stairs one step at a time.

“Did you want to bring anything?” I grabbed a large bag for us, heading into the kitchen packing a few snacks and drinks for us, going to the medical cupboard and getting Sun protection, “Milo let mama put this on you” I bent down in front of him applying it to any skin showing before putting it in the bag.

“This.” He held out his small replica toy of Max car before putting it in the bag.

I put his and my shoes on before holding my hand out again. “Ready?”

Nodding his head he took my hand grabbing his little hat that was on the coat hanger as we left.

It was only a small trip to the park, Milo absolutely tired himself out, us now both sitting in a nearby spot of grass in the shade, I was meant back against a tree Milo between my legs leaning back on me, eating some snacks.

“Papa home now?” He mumbled before putting another snack in his mouth. I ran my hands through his hair sighing. “Not yet baby…”

“At bedtime?” He turned his head slightly looking up at me.

“Maybe, if his not busy.” Nodding his head we then sat in silence, I took a picture of Milo sending it to Max, when Max was busy I always made sure to give updates on what we are doing, wether he answers or not.

On the walk home Milo ended up being carried as he fell asleep, clearly exhausted. Once indoors I sat him down in the lounge putting some cushions next to him so he didn’t roll off.

I quickly unpacked the bag and cleaned the house thinking about everything me and Max had to talk about, clearly believing that he will be home later, his promise taken seriously once again.

The day apart from that was quiet, Max never responded to my message, Milo was now awake and playing with his cars in the lounge and I was getting dinner ready.

When it got to dinner I messaged Max 20 minutes before dishing up, to see if he was going to be home, but no response. Me and Milo ate dinner with Max dinner now sitting there untouched, after dinner I cleared our plates putting Max dinner in the oven keeping it warm… hopefully he won’t be long-

I bathed Milo and was able to encourage him to stay in his own room tonight, which he settled down quite quickly clearly still tired from the day at the park.

And then I waited,

10:00pm rolled around, no max.

11:00pm still no max.

12:04am I decided to give up, I took his dinner out the oven throwing it away and headed to bed, the final broken promise.

I didn’t sleep, I laid in bed wondering what or who was keeping him away from home, this is the first 2 week break he has be able to have and yet we have seen nothing of him, I felt starved. I felt unwanted, pushed aside… Milo doesn’t understand fully, he only questions why Max is not here… and I have no more excuses apart from his busy…

12:47am the front door unlocked and I heard Max stumbling in swearing to himself, about 10 minutes or so later he came upstairs getting changed out his clothes and climbing into bed…

I just wanted to turn over and lay on his chest, pin him down and tell him he cannot leave. But I didn’t I faced the wall letting the tears silently fall.

“You awake?” The quiet whisper barley heard between us.

“Y/N…” he reached his hand out to which I quickly brushed off. “I’m sorry-”

“Don’t lie…” I whispered back, biting down on my lip, trying to collect myself.

“Are you crying?” I felt him shuffle behind me now sitting up using his arm to lean on. He pulled my arm gently trying to get me to turn over.

“Just go to sleep.” I tried pulling my arm away, but Max was quick to pull me back, now staring up at him, he leant over switching the side lamp on looking down at me.

“You are crying-” as if completely shocked he went to wipe the tears, I turned away swatting his hand away.

“You broke your promise.”

“I couldn’t just leave they needed me there-”

“Bullshit.” Sniffling I climbed out of the bed grabbing a pillow.

“It’s the truth.” I stood there staring at him, praying he would show me everything we have missed these passed few months, I was deprived of his touch his affection, I was deprived of Max.

“Why you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you hate me.” With furrowed brows he moved to the edge of the bed.

“I’m starting to…” mumbling I looked down at the floor like I was ashamed to admit it.

“Your starting to hate me?” I nod my head slowly sniffling again.

“It took a lot of love for me to hate you the way I do…”

“You hate me?” He repeated again.

“Did you expect any different? Your not here-”

“And? that doesn’t mean you hate me-”

“Max your like a different person now. I don’t like this person you are- I fell in love with the guy that gave me that sweet little boy in the next room… the one who kept his promises, the guy that came home whenever he could to be with his family… this-” I looked him up and down stepping back.

“This isn’t him. This is not my Max. Milo’s dad… he asks for you every single day Max- and your not here… I’m surprised his first word wasn’t “Papa is busy.” From the amount of times I repeated it…”

Staring at each other Max in some form of shock and maybe disbelief, “your never here.” I finished my rant hugging the pillow tighter.

“I’m done now Max, I’ve given it my all… I’ve got no more love to give you.”

“Your giving up on us?”

“You did months ago.”

And I left the room, taking the night in the lounge.

Did it hurt the breakup? No… I was already prepared for it, Max said I could stay in the apartment until I found myself a place suitable for me and Milo, things have been better the past two weeks, I’ve had messages from Max, him asking how Milo is, if I had any photos of him that day, he called most nights to speak to him, and when Milo handed the phone back Max would try and questions the subject of us which I would always shut down… if it took me and Max separated for him and Milo to have a better bond then I’ll do it.

Max asked for us to attend a race in Barcelona in a few weeks, I wasn’t too sure seeing as the travelling for Milo wasn’t nice, and truthfully it would be awkward between me and Max… after sitting down and thinking about it, and how excited Milo got I agreed we will come, for the benefit of our child.

Milo didn’t stop talking for weeks, everyone he saw he told them he was going to watch his papa race, every night Max FaceTimed him and Milo would show him his car collection, every single night without fail.

Going back to that night… I don’t hate Max… it was in the moment it came out- but truthfully I love him with my whole heart. And seeing him improve as a parent only made me love him even more… but I was still being to stubborn to speak to him… and I wasn’t going to not yet anyways.

It finally got to race week, me and Milo was flying out on the Friday and should be at the track just before free practice. Milo insisted on wearing his red bull overalls. In a separate bag I had some spare clothing Incase he got to hot, which he will. But he was just as stubborn as me, and refused to change.

Milo was enjoying all the attention, people complimenting his outfit, and even asking to take photos. Which I allowed as Milo was excited to take pictures. We finally got to the red bull garage, everyone was all over Milo, but he only had one thing on his mind Max, and so did I.

“Where’s papa?” He looked around confused, seeing Max car there but no Max.

“His just coming- did you want to sit in his car?”

Nodding his head excitedly I smiled at the engineer thanking them as they lifted him into the car. I leaned down taking a few photos of him, his smile was just contagious everyone around him smiling also, it was a mini Max in big Max car. He was just adorable.

“You think maybe I should get him a car for his birthday?” Turning my head at the voice Max stood next to me arms crossed and a smile on his face as he watches Milo.

“I think he would love it.” Smiling I turned back. “He hasn’t stopped talking about you for 2 weeks straight.”

“Really?” It was max turn to look at me now in shock.

“Mhm, something about ‘Papa wants to play cars?’ ” laughing a little, Max chuckled also, he leaned over the top of the car rubbing Milo’s head.

“Papa!” He quickly jumped up in the seat reaching for Max, and soon settled on max hip as he carried him around.

“Look at your outfit- You look like pa” Max smiled tugging at Milo’s overalls.

“Mama got more.”

“That’s because Mama is smart, shall we go look at the other cars.” Max looked over at me and I nodded my head for them to go. Only then max grabbed my hand pulling me along with them.

All three of us walking down the pit lane, Max and Milo talking about the cars, me trailing next to them bathing in the moment. Max hand still on mine as we walked, it felt normal. Like we hadn’t spilt all them weeks ago…

“Milooo!” In unison we all turned our heads to the voice, seeing Lando come walking out his garage.

“Hello buddy, I hate your outfit…” Lando pretended to be sick which caused Milo to laugh throwing his head back.

“It’s papas.” Smiling happily at Lando, then moving to cuddle Max tighter. “I know it makes me feel sick! You need one of my ones.” Lando poked his cheek smiling back.

“No papa faster.” This now caused max to burst into laughter nudging Lando.

“Wow, I just got told by a 2 year old.” Lando half smiled, before turning to me leaning in giving me a hug. “Y/N sorry- long time no see” I smiled hugging him back. “How you been Lan?”

“Yeah not bad, working with whatever we got you know-”

“Papa- we go red” milo turned pointing down to the Ferrari garage, then looking back at Max.

“You wanna see Ferrari?” Bouncing Milo he said bye to Lando walking off before turning around.

“You coming? Or shall we meet you down there?”

“I’ll be down in a second-” smiling I waved Max off and turned back to Lando,

“Sorry carry on-”

“What is going on with you both?”

Confused I tilt my head looking at him, “what do you mean?”

“Well are you together or not? Cause a few weeks ago he was the most moodiest person in the world. And when I said to him about it he told me use were not together and now his all smiley stopping at garages, walking love loverbirds with you- I’m so confused!”

Laughing a little I looked down to Max, Charles, Milo and Carlos. “I’m just as confused as you.”

Slowly we both started walking down to them discussing what happened, Lando was like mine and Max’s best friend, everything was told to him, and he wouldn’t tell a soul… on purpose anyways.

Me and Max told Lando and Daniel first when we was expecting Milo before family! He is basically Milo’s uncle. Which is why I trust him to tell him our relationship woes.

“Hey Y/N!” Charles smiled and pulled me into a hug once we reached them Carlos following suit. “Hi, how are you both?”

Both nodding slowly, their faces said otherwise. “You?” Turning to Carlos I smiled, “I’m okay thank you, weather here is lovely!”

“I was just saying to Max, why is Milo in a racing suit in this weather?” Charles laughed a little tugging at Milos suit.

“He insisted he needed to wear it because Max wears it.” Shaking my head I laughed a little looking over at Max. Max however was occupied with watching Milo, in complete awe.

“You really said that mijn ventje?” (My boy) Milo hummed nodding his head.

“Oh Max-” checking the time in my phone I grabbed ahold oh his arm. “Practice is about to start.” Pushing him slightly back towards the red bull garage I gave everyone a quick smile and telling them to have fun.

Lando only responded with a little smirk, in response I stuck my middle finger at him behind Max back.

“It’s a good thing your here I would’ve missed that-” Max laughed a little before pausing and shifting Milo to the other side.

“Milo let papa put you down, you can hold his hand okay?” I reached over taking Milo from max putting him on the ground, and as soon as I did he grabbed mine and Max hand swinging our arms as we walked.

“Lando said you have been miserable, wouldn’t come out your drivers room or something?” Tilting my head slightly I sneaked a look at him.

“I haven’t been miserable… just didn’t feel like talking with people.” Max tutted face red slightly.

“And here I was thinking at least I wasn’t the only one.” Teasing him slightly I smiled a little at him.

“You wasn’t… it was hell.” A sigh left his lips as we got into the garage, I then grabbed Milo sitting him on a chair at the side, and sitting next to him while they got prepared. Max getting his gloves and helmet on and doing his race suit up, once ready he came over to Milo crouching down showing him his custom helmet design for this week.

Milos hands were all over his helmet in absolute amazement.

“Give pa his good luck kiss” I pointed to the front of Max helmet and Milo leaned forward kissing the helmet. Smiling max ruffled his hair and stood up, nodding his head at me and touching my arm, I was looking down at Milo and back to Max, maybe I should tell max good luck?

By now max had already climbed into his car and was ready to go out. An engineer already guiding him slowly out.

“Can you watch him for two seconds-” I looked up at another engineer who nodded taking my spot.

Quickly I slid through the people grabbing onto the edge of Max car looking at him from under the halo.

“Good luck.” He looked at me, the corners of his eyes creasing from a smile. Before i stood up letting go of the car.

“I love you-” it was barely heard over the sound of the car, max was already gone. But it gave me reassurance that I had come close to telling him.

Max qualified for Q2 through the practice and come back into a very happy garage- Milo was asleep across two chairs now changed into his other clothes as he got too warm. All he kept saying was “Papa win?” To which I responded with just a simple “yes papa is always a winner”

As soon as max got out the car he was pulling all his stuff off, gloves first then helmet then tugging at the zip on his race suit opening it up, completely ignoring everyone, and when he moved he headed directly towards us.

“Well do-”

“You still love me?” He was heavy breathing, face red, hair slightly damp. And the only thing I could do was nod my head slowly.

And that was enough for Max. Pulling me in and kissing me, he mumbled I love use followed by a kiss after every word.

“I thought you hated me-”

“Never in a million years… if anything I love you even more than when we was 19.”

Max smile grew as he kissed me again.

And once again I thought to myself, damn you Max Verstappen.

A/N: erm yes it was rushed- I woke up and was like I didn’t finish it- and I was posting today so I do apologise with my whole heart 🖤 but with whatever is there I hope you enjoyed it- I kinda like the whole Milo&Max might make them a mini series as Milo grows idk- we will see!

Masterlist

#f1 imagine #max verstappen imagine #formula one imagine #max verstappen x y/n #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen x you

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