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mrdixon · 4 months

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bread and tomato soup

pairing: established daryl x f!reader

wc: 5.4k

warnings: 18+ content, lots of plot, insecurity, the bath scene, readers on top!, not much of a power dynamic here, but theres teasing, squirting, little teeny bit of fingering, bit of a creampie too, daryl being cute

summary: daryl returns after three weeks, and reader decides to take care of him.

A/N: its january 3rd which means its MY BIRTHDAY :3 so here is just a fic about taking care of daryl in multiple different ways ;3 also just an excuse to talk about food im starving

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The house smelled of bread, the tap running as you washed your hands under it. Daryl has been on an expedition for about three weeks now, leaving you with nothing else to do but keep yourself busy. You got a lot of stuff done but you were still lonely.

You hummed to yourself as you moved over to the stove, taking a wooden spoon and stirring the tomato soup you were cooking. The sun was just starting to set, golden rays peeked through the curtains to leave kisses on your cheeks when you turned your head to the right. You lifted the spoon up to your lips, savouring the savoury but sweet taste of the soup. Something was missing, perhaps a bit of garlic? Thyme? You put some more of both in, stirring the soup a bit before tasting it again. A smile appeared on your face after deciding it was good enough, turning off the stove and putting the lid on top of the pot.

You bent down to check on the bread in the oven, the smell of sweet yeast filling your nostrils. It was perfect, nicely rounded and crisp on the outside. Closing the oven, you turned it off and reached back to undo your apron.

You almost missed the sound of the door opening, but you didn't. You quickly ran out of the kitchen and towards the entryway, seeing Daryl wiping his boots on the mat. You didn't think twice before jumping at him, hearing a grunt from him as he caught you with one arm, the other holding his bag. You kissed his cheeks repeatedly, his face scrunching up while the hand on your back gently rubbed you.

“Alrigh’ not too much,” he mumbled before setting you down and kissing your forehead. You looked down sheepishly, hugging him again.

“Sorry, I missed you.” You murmured, his calloused hand making its way through your hair while he smiled slightly.

“Dun’ apologize,” he chuckled. He smelled of sweat and mud with a hint of walker blood, but you didn't seem to care at all. The aroma was oddly comforting, and just the presence of him was enough for you. Deciding to revel in the moment, you snuggled into his chest as a soft sigh escaped your lips.

“How was your trip?” You breathed in, taking in his scent. He kept a hand on your lower back, shuffling you both out of the entryway of your home and placing his bag down. He just exhaled deeply at your question, his fingers tightening a little.

“Jus’ ta same ol’ thing.” He mumbled with a bit of a shrug as he let you go, “killed a bunch of walkers, found some supplies. Same ol’ song and dance.” His hand landed on your shoulder and gave you a reassuring squeeze after noticing your concern. You however did not let it go.

“What’s wrong, hm?” You brought your arms up to his shoulders, looking up at him. He sighed, wrapping his own arms around your waist as his gaze darted around the house. His brows furrowed slightly, his expression changing.

“Nothin’, nothin’..” he muttered shaking his head, “jus’ got a lot in my head.” You frowned but didn't want to press further, instead nodding and moving away to let him get settled.

Daryl’s jaw clenched as he watched you move away from him, feeling slightly disappointed that the physical contact was broken. The moment quickly passed as his head perked up at the smell of freshly baked bread. You noticed his expression and chuckled, taking his hand.

“Want me to run you a bath? You can eat afterwards,” you smiled softly at him. He visibly tensed at the mention of a bath, his hand squeezing yours.

“Nah, ‘m good.” He sniffed, wiping his nose. You scrunched up your nose, chuckling.

“You sure? You’ve been out for three weeks, you're dirty.” You snorted, looking him up and down. You were right, his clothes were gross and probably stinky, his hair disheveled. “You're taking a bath, come.” You gently tugged him along with you.

“Alright… I’ll… I’ll take a bath,” he grumbled, his tone laced with annoyance. You rubbed his hand gently and entered the bathroom with him.

Daryl sighed heavily and his shoulders slumped, but he allowed himself to be dragged around by you. He stood by the counter while you went to fill up the bath with warm water, eventually returning back to him. You placed your hands on the buttons of his vest, looking up at him for permission to undress him.

His eyes shifted to the side slightly, uncomfortable under your scrutiny. His expression changed once your nimble fingers started unbuttoning his vest slowly, and after looking into your eyes for a few seconds more, he looked away and muttered, “go for it.”

You smiled at him softly, letting his vest fall to the floor before starting at his button-up. He stood by silently, watching you undress him without making any comments. The process felt slightly intimate and he felt a warm feeling in his stomach as he looked over you, and he didn't protest or try to stop you from doing your thing.

You let his shirt fall next to his vest, letting your fingers trace along the muscles of his arm, watching them tense under your graze. His breath hitched as your fingers danced down his sides, landing on his holster belt. You carefully unbuckled it and placed it on the counter.

He shifted his weight, continuing to stand silent as you did what you wanted. He couldn’t ignore the feelings of intimacy beginning to rise within him. Your hands slid back down to the belt holding up his pants, unbuckling it with practiced skill. Your fingers soon unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, letting it fall to the floor. Daryl shivered lightly at the sudden coolness on his skin, looking down at you for a moment, his expression shifting slightly at how eager you seemed to be at undressing him.

You looked up at him briefly before pulling down his boxers, looking away to give him some sort of privacy. He quickly turned towards the mirror, seemingly avoiding his image as he turned away just as quick. You turned back to him and smiled softly, taking his hand and kissing it gently. He felt his skin warming up and his cheeks flushed slightly, you’ve seen him naked before but this felt more intimate… somehow. The situation made him feel quite vulnerable, but despite his discomfort he remained silent and still.

You squeezed his hand reassuringly and led him towards the tub. Daryl followed you, feeling a tingle in his abdomen from the butterflies you arouse in him. He stepped into the bath, groaning softly once he sunk down into the waiting water. His eyes closed, letting out a sigh of relief as he relaxed in the warmth of the bath. You leaned over to turn off the tap, letting him sit in silence.

“Wait here? I’m just gonna put your clothes away and get you some new ones,” you murmured softly, watching his eyes peek open to look at you. He nodded contently, closing his eyes again. You nodded and left the bathroom quietly with his dirty clothes.

Daryl sat in the bath, leaning back against the rim. He was starting to feel more and more relaxed by the minute as he let the warm water wash away some of the filth on his skin. He sat patiently for a few minutes while waiting for your return.

You came back into the bathroom, some clean clothes and a rag in hand. The clean clothes were placed on the counter while the rag remained in your hand as you walked over to the tub, kneeling down next to it.

“Mind if I wash you?” You hummed. Daryl’s eyes flickered up to you for a moment, his face lightly flushed as he felt a little insecure about his body.

“Sure… go for it,” he grumbled hesitantly, his eyes looking away. You smiled reassuringly, leaning forward to kiss his forehead. You lifted the rag and began slowly by scrubbing his chest, followed by his arms. Daryl flinched slightly at the touch, his muscles rippled and tightened as you grazed over his flesh. He forced himself to stay still, but even that was a lot to bear sometimes. With each stroke of the rag, his breath hitched.

“Relax,” you coaxed quietly into his ear. “Lean forward, lemme get your back.”

Daryl frowned slightly but obeyed your instruction, leaning forward in the tub to expose his back to you. He bit his lip nervously, though you’ve seen them before, he was still self-conscious about the scars on his body.

He grimaced whenever you would brush over the scarred skin, making the scars feel more pronounced. He hated the reminder of his past, always trying to run from it. But he loved you, and he knew that letting you see him like this was a way of accepting what happened and moving forward with his life. He wasn't used to this physical intimacy, but he felt okay being vulnerable with you.

You made sure to be gentle, and your soft actions didn't go unnoticed by him. Daryl let himself relax and reminded himself you were safe, letting go of the tension in his body as you washed away the dirt left on him. You kissed his shoulder sweetly, letting your free hand come up to run through his tangled hair.

“Okay, lean back.” You whispered softly, a gentle hand pushing him back. He complied once again, sighing softly as he felt your fingers combing through his thick hair trying to loosen the knots.

The two of you stayed silent throughout the exchange, the only noise was the water occasionally splashing or dripping. Your touch was comforting despite his initial discomfort, he began to sink into the water while his muscles relaxed. You were the first to break the comfortable silence.

“I need to drain the water, I’ll put some more since I still need to wash your hair. Unless you wanna get out now?” You hummed quietly, making sure not to startle him by the sudden noise. He shifted slightly and used his arm to prop himself up so he could sit.

“’s up to ya,” he mumbled. “I wouldn’ mind stayin’ in ‘ere longer, but I dun’ want ya ta have ta wait on me.” He rubbed his bottom lip anxiously, nibbling on the inside of it.

“I don't mind,” you smiled while shaking your head. You reached into the tub to drain the dirty water before grabbing the shower head and beckoning him closer, “let me wash your hair first.”

He looked at you for a long moment, nodding cautiously as he scooted over to you, bowing his head. You turned on the shower head, rinsing his hair so it was damp before taking some shampoo and lathering it into his hair. You soothingly scratched your nails against his scalp. His eyes shut tight, letting himself relax as you scrubbed his hair clean. The soothing sensation felt nice, although he couldn't deny how it made him feel…

You pulled your hands out of his hair to rinse out the shampoo. Daryl sat stoically, trying to rid himself of certain thoughts, his breathing deepened however as you washed his hair. The warm water and your touch sent a wave of chills down his spine. You soon turned off the water and fixed his wet hair so it was out his face, filling the tub with warm water again.

His mind started wandering again, his eyes darting around as you fixed his hair. It felt weird to have someone do something like this for him, but he didn't mind it. He trusted you, he loved you, and you helped him feel comfortable and safe in his own skin. He let his thoughts melt away into mush as he enjoyed the warmth of the water and the soft touches your fingers were giving to his hair.

“Gimme a kiss?” You smiled softly, leaning forward. He froze for a moment, intimidated by the sudden request, his face flushing. He thought for a moment if he wanted to, of course he did, but he wasn't big on physicality.

He grumbled nervously, looking away from your expectant eyes. Your smile faltered slightly, and he noticed. You pulled back and got up.

“Never mind, just holler when you're done.” You walked over to the door, “I’ll be in the kitchen.”

He awkwardly watched you walk away, clenching his fists. He felt guilty, he shouldn't but he still felt bad for rejecting you. The truth was, he really did want to kiss you.

“Wait!” He called out, watching you poke your head back in.

“Hm?”

Daryl was hesitant in the moment, not wanting to embarrass himself further. Still, he felt the need to explain himself. “’s not tha’ I dun’ wan’ ta kiss ya,” he said softly and let his shoulders sink into the water. “’s jus’ tha’…”

You cut him off, kneeling by the tub again while caressing the back of his head. “Don’t worry about it, you don't have to kiss me if you don't want to.” You smiled sweetly up at him.

He exhaled softly at your response, licking his lips. He knew you were trying to make him feel better, but he still heard the genuine reassurance.

“But I do,” he whispered. “Can we uh… can we maybe try somethin’?” You hummed in response and knelt up to his level.

His breathing deepened at the sight of you, years of being married to you and he still felt weak in the knees every time he saw you. He felt a nervous excitement in his stomach, much like the feeling he had asking you to marry him. Your eyes flickered closed as he started to lean in, his closing too. When his hands came up, his fingers found your neck and traced your jawline softly. Your body felt familiar and warm, inviting in every way. You leaned closer, and he was worried you could hear his heart beating a million miles a minute. His hands cupped your face, his thumbs brushing your cheeks. Your breath against his lips made him tremble.

Your lips met softly, and you sighed into the kiss. It’s been three weeks since you two had kissed, and you needed this. You needed the reassurance he still loved you like you loved him.

And of course he did, he never stopped loving you since the day you met. His lips felt soft on yours, warm breaths filling you both with tenderness. But most of all, it felt so natural.

His eyes kept closed, not wanting to disrupt the moment. He wanted to get lost in the moment, to forget everything in the world and focus on the way you made him feel.

Eventually, you pulled back, smoothening your hand over his hair as you stood up. “I’ll be in the kitchen, want me to help you get out and change, or do you think you can manage?”

“I wan’ yer help,” he said shyly, slowly looking up at you. “If ya dun’ mind doin’ tha’.”

“Of course, you wanna get out now or soak for a little bit longer?” You smiled at him while combing through his hair. He chuckled and nodded, he wanted to finish this up quickly.

“I wanna get out, then we can get ta cuddlin’ or somethin’.” He smirked, chuckling when you slapped his shoulder lightly. You went to drain the water before moving towards the counter to grab his towel. He followed after you, groaning softly as he stood up and walked over to you. His body shivered slightly as he held his arms up, letting you towel him off. You kept him warm and comfortable, his eyes trailing over the way your lashes curled, his muscles relaxing again as you finished.

You smiled up at him and pecked his lips briefly before handing him his boxers, seeing his eyes flicker with desire at the slight touch on his lips. He took his underwear and slipped them on, feeling butterflies swarm in his belly. You handed him some sweatpants, followed by his shirt. He pulled on his clothes, sighing on relief as he was fully covered again.

“There we go,” you murmured. “We can get to cuddling in a bit, you hungry?” You grinned knowing very well he was quite hungry after his trip. Your suspicions were correct when his stomach growled on cue, his head nodding curtly.

“Tha’d be nice…” he glanced down at you. “Then we can cuddle after?” You nodded and led him out of the bathroom, into the kitchen where you had set up a plate of bread and tomato soup. His eyes widened when he saw his plate of food, the freshly baked bread making a delightful assault on his senses.

“Smells amazin’,” he chuckled and sat down at the table, “ya made this?” He asked, dipping his bread in the soup and savouring each bite.

“Mhm,” you smiled warmly as you took your own plate and sat in front of him. You both sat in warm silence, enjoying each other’s company as you both continued to eat. He felt your warmth and love just from the way you cooked this meal for him.

“Thank you fer this,” he mumbled, finishing up his food. You hummed in response, taking both your plates over to the sink.

“It’s not much,” you shrugged as you washed the dishes. As you washed your dishes, Daryl’s mind began to wander. You cooked dinner, gave him a bath, helped him change, been so attentive and caring, but you didn't seem to want anything in return. He wanted to repay you for your kindness, for making him feel comfortable and safe in your hands. He wasn't sure what to do, but he knew he wanted to make you feel appreciated.

“We can cuddle now,” you turned to him, wiping your hands. He nodded lightly, his eyes roaming over your figure as he walked over to you. He felt pleasant with a sense of fullness, his arms wrapping around your waist tightly as you both walked towards your bedroom. You let him sit on the bed first, kissing his forehead. “Hang on, just gotta change into my slip.” He nodded, sitting at the foot of the bed while waiting for you to come back.

You soon emerged from the closet, wearing a deep red slip dress. His eyes locked on you and they widened at the sight, swallowing as you got closer to him.

“Ya look beautiful,” he breathed as you stood in front of him, his head tilted back to look up at you, placing his hands on your hips. You sighed softly when he pulled you onto his lap, his fingers tracing up and down your thighs, your body fitting perfectly with his.

“I missed you,” you whispered, a slight pout on your face as you let your fingertips rest on his cheeks.

“I missed ya too,” he whispered back, the feeling of being empty and lonely without you slowly ebbing away. He leaned in, kissing you gently. The intimacy finding its way into him again, the comforting feeling of your body on his was warm and welcoming.

You kissed him back, your hands moving down to rest on his shoulders. His hands moved from your hips, up to your waist, rubbing circles into your sides with his thumbs. He wanted to make up for lost time.

The atmosphere suddenly felt hotter, your kisses getting more desperate and intense while his hands moved back down to your hips. He pulled you closer onto him, pulling your body flush against his. You groaned into his mouth as you started rocking your hips against his, hearing him groan as well. The arousal between the two of you started to rise, the intensity of your grinding made your slip ride up. Daryl groaned at the sight of your full, plush thighs, his erection pressing against you. You were so delicate, but so eager.

Each movement you made, sent waves of pleasure up his body. His hands gripped tight onto your thighs, grunting against your neck as you pulled him close. The more you ground against him, the more your slip rode up and revealed your panties.

His breath hitched as you continued to roll your hips, he leaned back on his elbows and looked up at you. The way your lips were parted, the sight of your flimsy underwear eliciting a moan from him. His dick grew harder as his entire body trembled with arousal, placing one hand on your hip.

“Fuck… yer so sexy,” he bit her lip, pushing your slip up with one large hand. He sat up to fully remove your slip, tossing it onto the floor and immediately ravishing your breasts. You yelped, a hand moving to the back of his head as his mouth sucked on the flesh on your chest.

A soft breathy moan left your lips as his mouth wrapped around one of your nipples, biting down gently. One of his hands moved to squeeze your ass, lifting you up slightly before directly placing you atop his erection. You whined at the feeling, squirming on him. He growled against your breast, squeezing the other as he lifted his head to look at you.

“Go on baby, do yer thing.” He whispered breathlessly, watching you grind down on him. Your panties shifted whenever you moved, letting him get a glimpse of your folds. He kept his eyes on your mound, reaching forward to rub circles over your clothed clit. You let out a mewl, biting your lip.

Evidence of your arousal quickly seeped through the thin fabric shielding yourself, smearing over his sweatpants the harder you grounded. Daryl let out a deep groan of approval, taking his thumb away from your clit and licking the wetness off of it. You almost felt yourself squirt right there but you held off, pushing him down onto his back.

He grunted at the gesture, grabbing your hips but grinning as you pushed his hands away. He just sighed and lay back, looking down as you got off of him to pull his pants and boxers off. He groaned at the feeling of his cock springing out, slapping against his stomach. He tried to sit up again but you wouldn't let him, instead pulling off your panties and sitting on his lower stomach. He smirked up at you, his gaze wandering up and down your body.

“Let me sit up, I wanna touch ya properly.” He chuckled, gaining a nod of approval. He quickly sat up, his hands on your ass as he shuffled you both onto the bed. He moved the pillows to the side and sat against the headboard, grinning cheekily at you. You giggled back at him, feeling his cock twitch against your ass. “Gonna take care of me?”

“You bet your ass I’m gonna,” you sneered, reaching behind you to run your fingers along his length. He hissed through his teeth, narrowing his eyes as he looked right at you. His grip tightened on your ass, a low growl in his throat as he waited for you to take this further.

You took the hint, lifting yourself up and grabbing onto his length firmly. Daryl’s breath hitched as he reached out to spread your folds with his thumb, licking his lips at how wet you were. His thumb drifted towards your clit again, drawing out a whine from you. He chuckled at your desperation, thinking he had the upper hand, but you quickly proved him otherwise.

Instead of sinking down on him like he thought you were going to, you ran his tip along your slit, circling your clit. You caught the way his eyes rolled back and his fingers twitched, a soft whimper escaping his lips. You smirked a little, letting his tip invade through your entrance, quickly pulling it out. He growled at your teasing, grabbing your hips and trying to push you down onto his cock.

“Nuh uh Dixon, patience.” You coaxed, caressing his hair. He grumbled, letting go of your hips and letting his hands fall by his side. You continued with the slight teasing, letting the head of his cock in and out, just the tip nothing more. He threw his head back, closing his eyes as his body trembled with the need to just flip you over and take you the way he needed. But he relented and let you do your thing.

You watched as his chest heaved with every heavy breath he took, leaning down to kiss his forehead. He closed his mouth at the gesture, sighing softly as the same butterflies swarmed in his belly again. The feeling of your love was too much for him, the tenderness of it all putting him at ease. At this moment you decided it would be a good time to slam down onto him, evoking a loud moan from both of you. His brows furrowed as he felt your walls flutter around his length, his hands squeezing your hips as to stabilize himself. He almost came right there, the both of you had been deprived of intimacy for three weeks. So you both knew this wouldn't last long.

“Jesus… fuckin’ christ woman,” he groaned. “Ya made me hit my head on the headboard.” You stifled a laugh, earning a glare from him. His hands played around the small of your back, leaning in to kiss you.

You met his lips with equal need, parting your lips to let his tongue slither in. The taste of bread and tomato soup lingering on his tongue. As you two made out, you tested the waters by inching him out slowly and inching him back in. He pulled away from the kiss, his eyes still closed by his face twitched before landing in the crook of your neck. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his head, his arms wrapping around your back as you moved slowly. His breath was hot and heavy and you could hear the occasional whimper and whine from him whenever you’d swivel your hips. You let yourself go and let out your own moans, his hands dancing along your back as you rolled your hips.

Your clit rubbed on the tuff of hair above his cock, moaning wildly at the sensation. His lips kept busy as he sucked the skin on your neck, biting and leaving marks on the blank canvas. Your nails dug into his shoulders, feeling him tense at the feeling but not protesting.

“Ah… Dar,” you breathed. The nickname slipped off the tip of your tongue so naturally, you felt his cock twitch against your walls. His hands rested on your back, leaning back to then dive in between your breasts. He raised his hands to squish the two mounds of flesh together, kissing each nipple softly. You let out a breathless giggle, curling your fingers into his hair. He peered up at you through his eyebrows, licking up the curve of your breast and swirling around the nipple, his thumb doing the same to the other.

You sighed, throwing your head back and closing your eyes and you started to lift yourself up and down on his length. Feeling the way you contracted around his cock, hearing the hiss from his mouth. He let your breasts go, his hands drifting down to your ass once again. He gently guided you up and down his cock, biting his lip to muffled his moans.

Daryl’s hand came to rub your clit again, this time harder than before. Your hips jerked forward, whining at the sensitive feeling. “C’mon, ‘m gonna cum… wan’ ya ta cum wit’ me.” He groaned into your hair.

You nodded, your eyes still closed as you rode him faster. The way you tightened around him allowed you to feel every inch and every vein on his cock, the head brushing against your sweet spot with every rock of your hips. Your mouth fell open to let out whatever noises you could make in the moment, one of your hands on the back of his neck while the other remained tangled in his hair.

You rode him hard, the bed rocking with every movement and the headboard hit the wall a few times. Yet the sound of your moans reverberated through the room, your noises going straight to Daryl’s cock as he bucked his hips up into you. The way he did it allowed him to hit your sweet spot perfectly, and also threw you off the edge.

Stars were all you could see as your movements halted, your mouth open in a silent cry of pleasure as you came. But he didn't yet.

“Fuck… ya came without me?” He growled, biting your shoulder before pushing you down onto your back and ramming himself in and out of your sensitive cunt. This time the cry that sounded from your mouth was louder than ever, your head thrown back while your hands dropped to your sides and gripped onto the sheets. Your walls clamped down on his length, the sensitivity too much for you as you felt a second orgasm rapidly building up. But the heat was too much.

Daryl’s hands squeezed your waist, letting out a shout as he came inside you, still thrusting himself in and out of you to bring out your second orgasm. Your eyes rolled back and your moan came out as a deep groan, this time fluids rushed out of your wet heat and spilling onto his thighs and the sheets, soiling them completely. He gasped, panting heavily as the sight. He couldn't resist and you felt a finger or two slip into you, the wet sounds totally erotic. He fingered you through the intense orgasm, groaning at how wet and slick you were.

You let yourself sink into the bed, closing your eyes, and his fingers eventually slipped out of you. His eyes stayed on your figure, the hickeys on your neck and chest, your pussy and thighs glistening with your wet arousal. You felt him kiss your lips softly, kissing your cheekbone before slowly leaving you on the bed.

You sighed and just lay there, naked and sprawled over the bed like some porno. But when you heard the sound of water rushing from the bathroom, you smiled and felt even warmer than you already did.

“Time fer yer bath,” Daryl’s voice made you open your eyes, craning your head to see him walk over to you. He smiled down at you before picking you up bridal style and carrying you towards the bathroom. You glanced up at him sleepily, pushing yourself up to kiss his jaw, his stubble prickly against your lips. He squeezed you tightly in response, kicking the bathroom door open and placing you in the warm bath. “I’ll be righ’ there ta join ya, jus’ gotta change the sheets.”

You nodded in response, leaning against the rim of the tub and closing your eyes. His hand came up to rub your head gently before scurrying out of the bathroom. You breathed softly, your stomach in pleasant knots at how much you adored your husband. Letting yourself soak in the warm water as your body felt lighter.

You almost flinched when you felt a body slip in next to you, Daryl was way too quiet sometimes. He gently maneuvered you so you sat on his lap, your back on his chest. He wrapped his arms around your midsection, turning his head to kiss your neck softly. You smiled contently, snuggling into him as you both melted into the warm water.

“I love you,” you murmured hoarsely.

“I love ya too,” he responded just as gruff, squeezing you gently as he placed another kiss on your neck. You both sat in silent, just soaking in each other's love and warmth, his fingers rubbing your back to rid of the soreness he may have put on you.

“I’m hungry,” you mumbled and felt his chest rumble against your back as he laughed.

“I’ll heat ya up some of tha’ bread and tomato soup. How’s tha’ sound?” His whisper made you shiver delightedly.

“Sounds perfect.” You whispered back, and leaned against his shoulder.

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Our Babies

“Our babies would be so cute.”

“Oh, yeah?” - Ominis Gaunt x MC

You had just escaped from the hospital wing, your boyfriend helping to escort you there when you had began to feel incredibly nauseous and dizzy during potions class with Professor Sharp. Matron Blainely had insisted that you spent the rest of the day in the hospital wing until whatever ails you passed, having sent Ominis back to class straight after he was sure you were settled. Matron Blainely had run some tests throughout the afternoon and come to only one conclusion, one that you should’ve probably suspected given your most recent turn in your relationship with your boyfriend. You made your way through the door into the room of requirement, having sent Ominis an owl when you were being released from the hospital wing for him to meet you there. You settled on the couch having noticed that he hadn’t arrived yet. Deek appeared a couple minutes later and bowed in front of you saying

“I have a plate full of plain crackers and some soup at Matron Blainely’s request for you Miss Y/N, she said that given your certain situation at the moment you may not feel like eating what is being served for dinner in the Great hall”. You take it gratefully, and chew slowly on the crackers

“Thank you Deek, I appreciate it greatly. Do you mind giving me and Ominis some space while I tell him?” you ask and Deek nods, taking your hand in his small one before he says

“Mr Gaunt has been worried sick about you all day Miss Y/N, kept on calling me to see if I knew any more about your condition. I’m sure he will be positively thrilled to hear your news”. And with that theres a poof and Deek is gone.

You don’t have time to even think or dwell on what Deek had just said to you because the door cracks open and you hear the worried voice of your boyfriend call out

“Y/N? Are you in here? I got your owl and came as quickly as I could” he says as he rushes into the room. You stand and make your way over to him, suddenly very nervous about the whole situation. You had known right from the beginning of your friendship with Ominis that he didn’t care much for his family or for what they had done and how much he wanted to escape. How much after this last year of school he wanted to leave and never return to his families home ever again. You hadn’t really talked about children apart from that if you had them they weren’t to be anything like his family. But you couldn’t help but worry what would happen given that you were both unmarried and - you couldn’t think of that. Your hands are ringing together, a sign of how anxious and nervous you are, something that even though Ominis can’t see he can still pick up

“My sweet Y/N, what is wrong?” he asks, placing his hands gently on your arms to reassure you

“Our babies would be so cute” you say, blurting the first thing that comes to your mind, another anxious trait you had. He raises an eyebrow even more confused as he asks

“Oh yeah?” and you nod your head before gently taking his hands and placing them on the slight bump that is your growing baby. You watch the different expressions flicker across his face, from shock, astonishment and wonder, to happiness and excitement

“Are you serious right now?” he asks, his voice a whisper and you nod leaning in and whispering

“Yes Ominis, we’re having a baby, Blainely thinks I’m about 12 and a half weeks pregnant”

“We’re having a baby” he whispers before pressing a kiss to your lips and you smile

“Ominis, what does this mean for us and the baby?” you ask and he places a kiss to your forehead

“We have two months left till graduation my sweet girl, and then we can marry and raise this baby together” he declares as if it was the surest thing in the whole world.

“Are you sure?” you ask and he nods

“Of course I’m sure my sweet girl, a life without you in it just doesn’t seem worth living and now that I know we’re having our own precious little one well that’s even more reason for us to be together don’t you think sweet girl?” he asks and you nod, as tears slip down your face

“I love you Ominis” you whisper and he beams.

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#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fic #hogwarts legacy reader insert #hogwarts legacy imagine #hogwarts legacy x reader #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis x mc #ominis gaunt imagine

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gale-gentlepenguin · 10 months

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(Why Felix wasn’t involved in the Final battle in Season 5)

(Gets a call from Marinette)

Felix: Hey, whats up?

Marinette: I need your help, can you come here?

Felix: I cant im buying clothes.

Marinette: Well then hurry up and come over here.

Felix: Well i cant find them.

Marinette: What do you mean you cant find them?

Felix: Well i cant find them. there’s only soup?

Marinette: What do you mean there’s only soup

Felix: It means theres only soup

Marinette: WELL THEN GET OUT OF THE SOUP AISLE!

Felix: ALRIGHT YOU DONT HAVE TO SHOUT AT ME

Felix: (Footsteps leading into the next aisle)

Felix: Theres more soup.

Marinette: What do you mean theres more soup

Felix: Theres just more soup.

Marinette: Go into the next aisle.

Felix: Theres still soup.

Marinette: WHERE ARE YOU RIGHT NOW?

Felix: Im at soup.

Marinette: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOURE AT SOUP?

Felix: I mean im at soup!

Marinette: WHAT STORE ARE YOU IN?!

Felix: IM AT THE SOUP STORE!!

Marinette: WHY ARE YOU BUYING CLOTHES AT THE SOUP STORE?!?

Felix: FUCK YOU!

#miraculous ladybug #ml #ml s***post #ml spoilers #I’m at soup #if you know you know #Felix fathom #marinette dupen chang

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ganondoodle · 4 months

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some random ideas for the totk rewritten project

krog (korok) seeds

i think i found a way to include krog seeds even if i reintroduced bags for expanding your inventory- what if the krog seeds are redeemed for the amiibo sets and maybe a few new things? that way you are not forced to engage with krog puzzles if you are tired of them and its not essential either, you can choose what armor set you want instead of being "surpised" by the same link hat three times in a row for fighting your way through the depths (like i was lol)

considering im rewriting the krog forest to be like a minidungeon with a unique miniboss and boss AND you start the quest for restoring the master sword there i think that this is acceptable

what if one of the expensive rewards was a krog armor set that includes the mask from the botw DLC but adds two more pieces, its effect could be to turn invisible as the krogs are to most people; considering how they are not invisible to everyone it could still work with important NPCs still seeing you AND you could run through monster camps without them chasing you if you just want to get through without you attacking them- since its expensive you gotta gather alot of krog seeds to buy it meaning it wouldnt make encounters much easier bc you have to fight alot of monsters before being able to afford it anyway and the effect is removed once you attack an enemy .... or maybe once you are spotted you can stand still and the effect restores itself nhfkjdnkjfdk

food + storage

to raise the difficulty a little i thought about bringing bottles back, they are physical items this time with a limited number and are able to store medicine and soup that has no expiration date; personally i like cooking tho so i want to keep it, maybe with the effect of being a bit more limited in number and, while not spoiling completely, it loses some of its effectiveness over time

how you use them im not yet sure, either the same way in inventory (which i think i will go for since i dont want to change it that drastically and with the added balance of limitation i think that is still fine) or on some kind of item wheel you can set yourself like in skyward sword

there are bags you can find as bigger items that will expand your weapon, shield or bow inventory slots, perhaps a small bag gives you one and a big one two slots- it would be a bigger and different reward for exploring or quests and fills the spot for inventory expansion

theres a chest in links house (i thought maybe links house is still links but they built onto it so zelda has a place to stay as well, like a bigger/double house) that can hold armor sets if you dont want to keep carrying all of them around but dont want to sell them either

repairable weapons through zelda

weapons still break but are full weapons again, i found the excuse of them all being useless now through the cataclysm ... somehow for some reason a pretty blatant way for forcing you to fuse stuff bc its literally the only viable thing to do, but i like the idea of inventing new weapons with materials; to balance it out and give you an incentive to help out your friends i figured that at first weapons still break, but in each region is a smith that can teach zelda (who is your companion in this rewrite) how to repair weapons of a certain type (zora, spear, goron, two handed, rito, bows, gerudo, one handed-- perhaps it is a longer quest of idk .. bringing certain weapons to those smith or similar) which she can do anywhere outside combat;

how broken the weapon is determines how much extra material she may need to do it- im still working on it but i got the idea of the status of the weapon being symbolized in three stages, fine, damaged and broken; damaged is the one that needs less material to fix up, broken costs more- a broken one might still occupy an inventory slot but is unusable or very very bad damage wise, you can throw it away either manually or when you try to pick up a new one you can choose if you want to swap it out (just like they did with stuff from chests in totk .. idk why they didnt add that to in game weapons lying on the ground too) or choose to keep it and repair it once you are out of combat

arrow types

i dont like the menuing in totk for the arrows ... it was one of the most frustrating things to deal with (especialyl bc it sorted your inventory too??? when you used the sorting in the quick menu???) so i wanted to change that a little, havign to go into the quick menu everytime for each arrow i find tedious too, so;

there are more arrow types but they are craftable with arrows and materials, you can craft them in bulk out of combat (the typical types from botw -fire,eletric,ice,bombs- but then add those confusion ones, wind, the cloudy shroom thingy, poison .. perhaps a few more if i can think of more but not too mayn to not clutter it again)

enigma stones function

i wanted to change how enigma stones function somewhat, they dont "enhance" the ability of the champion/sage (i still wanna call them chmapions bc thats what they areeeee) it allows them to link an ability of theirs to link without the orginal champion having to be present or dead, the stones come in set of two each and function somewhat like a magic communication between the player and the champion, once you obtain the second piece its embedded into links shiekah arm prosthetic (also something of my rewrite) and allow him to call upon their ability at will through a second selection wheel

ranch ruins

the ranch ruins i wanted to be rebuild (bc thats cool and i thought restoration was a theme? lol) and maybe you help rebuild it proper and as thanks you can put your horses there to roam around all at once when not taken out to ride, not a big gameplay thing but a neat quest with a rebuilding thing of a building we havent seen in its prime and a neat addition of letting you see all your horsies at once :)

(totk rewritten project)

#ganondoodles talks #zelda #totk #ganondoodles rewrites totk #kinda random ideas thrown around but i kinda like this direction #makign it all a little more streamlined while not removing too much of its core #also adressing some issues from botw #while also giving them a little more substance #ngl im actualyl thinking of omitting the building aspect as a whole ........#its impressive for sure but i dont know if this kind of game is truly the best place for that #i hoenstly think all those ideas are both really cool- work well and would have been doable with that time and money nintendo got #i dont want to be too proud of myself though so im open for constructive feedback on what you think about this #(´。＿。｀)

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actualbird · 8 months

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Hey zak!

Marius is a pansexual mess, how do you think the NXX is going to react when they realize he has a massive crush on Artem's frying pan?

jkjk fdhasjkfhdjaskf

Okay seriously: How do you think the NXX is going to react if they overhear Marius making a flirty comment about them?

For instance: Luke shows Marius a picture of Vyn and Marius makes a comment like "The worst thing about Vyn is how hot he is, it drives me insane."

Not knowing that Vyn was outside the room and heard that.

well first off, i want it known that everybody in the nxx actually probably has a crush on artem's frying pan, and FOR GOOD REASON. artem's kitchen utensils, tools, and appliances are of the Highest Quality and also theyre SEXY. actually, marius has a crush on the pan (artem looks really good flambe-ing stuff), luke has crush on the knives (he loves a good weapon....uh he meant kitchen apparatus, totally), mc has a crush on the pots (love is stored in the SOUP), and vyn has a crush on the stand mixer (NOT on artem, he would like to make that clear) (marius, luke, and mc dont believe him, they think this is vyn being a tsundere about how he secretly wants to hate-kiss artem into oblivion)

......sorry, what was this ask response about again? OH RIGHT

the nxx team's reactions to overhearing marius making flirty comments about them

i wont delve too much into mc because we already know how she'd react given we see it in-game whenever marius says flirty things right to her Face: she gets all blushy -> she gets unimpressed -> "MARIUS! VON!! HAGEN!!!"

and she is so cute for that. frankly, her overhearing comments like this instead of being told it outright (oftentimes with a teasing expression) would make her feel more flattered, because "oh, he really thinks im attractive? it's not just a tease to rile me up? O////O"

which brings me to

luke, who i think would have a reaction rather similar to mc's: he overhears -> he gets all blushy -> he mentally backpedals with "OH HES JUST TEASING, HE MUST JUST BE MESSING WITH ME, HAHA, OH MARIUS, YOU JOKER!!!"

but given that this is an Overheard Instance of Flirting, luke's logic would then say "but if hes messing with you, why is he telling someone else instead of You (the person he is allegedly messing with)", to which luke would internally reply with "i dont know!! but theres no way he actually thinks im cute because!! WHAT!!! i-im not cute, im just—not that i WISH he thought i was cute, it's just! yknow!!! //frantic and aimless gesticulating" and then

vyn, walking past where luke is in the nxx hallway: what on earth are you doing there just muttering to yourself and waving your hands around?

luke: NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS //pulls out a smoke bomb from nowhere, throws it on the ground, and runs away

meanwhile, it takes artem a While to even realize that marius was being flirty in the comment he overheard. like im imagining it was something that, if you were an Ace (as in asexual) Attorney like artem is, the comment was either innocuous or metaphorical enough that it TOTALLY flies over artem's head

until days later when artem mentions it to someone else and it's like

mc: artem. oh my god. that means he thinks youre SEXY

artem: What.

mc: like, marius was making an Innuendo

artem, ears going a bit red: W h a t.

and then he just goes silent as his brain bluescreens VKJHSFSD

vyn is the one who would take it most in stride, and also affectionately use this against marius whenever the situation and ambiance permits. like, he'll overhear that exact line u mention in your ask and then vyn will just

stride into the room with a shit-eating grin on his face

vyn: do not let my looks distract you too much, i do need your mind working at some sort of standard of quality during our sessions

marius, mocking vyn immediately bc hes not one to back down from a bitch-off: ohhhhh look at me im vynnn i know im hot shittt~ get over yourself!!

vyn: i dont have to, seeing as you definitely are not getting over me any time soon :)

luke, watching with metaphorical popcorn: ooh, that was a good burn. sorry, man

marius: //screeches into his hands because even when vyn is being a bitch, hes STILL hot to marius. probably even HOTTER

ahh, the trials and tribulations of marius von hagen, in a team of comprised of people who are so infuriating (in different ways) but also so so pretty. VLAKJFSFA

#tears of themis #asks #roshie-writes #sorry for fixating on the literal pans but i cannot stress enough how artem's raw sex appeal goes up by 8232987698% when hes in the kitchen #tears of themis headcanons #marius von hagen #luke pearce #artem wing #vyn richter #tot rosa

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bunnieshoneys · 1 month

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WRITING TIPS🗣️

by bunny

hello and welcome to my soup. my letter soup. someone asked a very long time ago if i had any writing advice, and i said no, because writing is very in my head for me, but having thought about it there are some tips over the years that have changed the way i write! so

no. 1

youve probably seen this before. its what i call in my head the 70% rule -

- characters should never communicate more than 70% of what they feel to those around them.

70% is an absolute max, too. most of the time, characters interacting with each other should only articulate 50-60% of what they mean. think of your own life and how much you can struggle to say what you want, or say what you need. you can’t say it perfectly, right? it might be due to the strength of what theyre feeling, difficulty being honest, where they are. the likelihood of ever being to perfectly articulate yourself is low. utilise that, it makes conversations so much more fun to read!

no2

adding onto this, unreliable narrator should always, always (imo) play somewhat of a role in a narrative voice, unless omniscient third person is being used. i used to write a lot of first person pov, and now i prefer third person (growing up🤝🏻) but in third person a narrative voice can and still should be just as strong as in first person - tall ask, but its possible.

we are seeing the world through this character’s eyes: act like it. even if another character is a mess, if your pov character wouldnt notice it, the pov is going to be affected by that. they dont know what others are thinking or feeling. theyre guessing. and those guesses are going to be informed by their own experiences or perceptions of those around them, along with the world in general.

no3

show not tell. this kiiind of links back to no2 bc its sort of related to narrative voice. trust your readers to pick up on implications and read between the lines. every single interaction / scene has purpose - and it doesnt have to be clear!! i promise that even if readers dont get the purpose, they’ll pick up on the vibes🫵🏻

no4

you do not have to solve every plot hole or character flaw to show development. in fact id encourage you NOT to, especially if ur work is <30k.

i <3 toxicity and rancid vibes, so im a bit biased on this one. its definitely sort of an acquired taste. 😕✌🏻 but in short one shots (anything under 40/50k, id consider short, lol) fixing everything is unnecessary!! you can leave things unfinished! it makes everyone feel incredibly human and raw!!

no5

relating to no4 slightly, tension.

never never never show your full hand. theres always something left to be revealed! whether its about the world itself, another character, or someone’s motivations, it needs to be kept secret. riiiight until the end

(this is more for longform writing)

finally

world - your characters have to be casual about where they are, with little exception. the BEST aus ive read are where the characters feel casual about the crazy things happening bc this is THEIR normal, and its taken for granted so much but it really makes or breaks a work.

slang or language, reactions to stuff that we as readers might be alarmed by but they arent - think a burn in a hospitality au or injuries in sports aus - they might not be as big a deal to the characters since this is their normal.

exceptions include charas thrown into ur world brand new / really big events - essentially you pick and choose where the biggest reactions are to events for plot🫶🏻

i feel silly typing this. anyways enjoy

#bunny answers #writing tips #ao3 #uuuh #yum?

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spctrsgf · 1 year

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Hello. I have this idea for a fic, you don't have to write ofc if don't want.

So, reader is a bounty hunter, so on a mission they run into Din, who is also on one. They help each other, and go their ways. After some time they again run into each other, and it happens a few times. But this time, they get job, but don't know much about the person they have to get, and it turns out they have to get eachother. When they realise that, they kinda start fighting but don't really want, so when one say it, they stop. They like sit and talk it through, realise that for some reason (I can't think of any) they have to kill their boss. And they start their journey together. They get into his ship and theres Grogu, and reader's like wtf is that, and he explains it, so after they deal with the boss, they kinda 'have' to take Grogu to jedi together (definitely not cuz they like eachother) so they continue to work together. Also reader kind of wears a helmet/mask to hide most of their face, and they are gn.

I'm so sorry this is so long. Idk if it even makes sense. Thank you so much if you do write this, and if not, thank you anyway.

bounties and hunters • the first encounter

word count: 3k

warnings: language, canon type violence, kind of slow at first im trying my best to set up the scene for the fics to progress on my apologies (i also have never written a series before!!! kind of nervous)

a/n: when i tell you, anon, that you are a genius, i mean GENIUS. i love love LOVE this idea, so i decided to make this a series!!! updates might be slow with everything i have going on in life rn, but tune in for that if you'd like:)

The first time you met Din, it was under the weirdest circumstances. The meeting was sheer coincidence, really— if you had waited one more minute in your bed, you would have missed him entirely. If Grogu hadn’t simmered as long as he did eating his soup, Din wouldn’t have bumped you either. If you both hadn’t had a bounty to catch, the interaction wouldn’t even have been possible.

Now that you’re thinking about it, the circumstances weren’t weird at all. In fact, they were just perfect.

—------—

“How much does it pay?” You question, barely tilting your head to further accentuate the words. The man sitting in front of you, Atla Vyk, lets out a sharp laugh, shaking his head. “You always were about the credits, weren’t you?”

You opt to stay silent, holding the Vyk’s eye contact over the fabric of your mask.

He sighs. “50 Socorran credits.”

“What the hell am I supposed to do with Socorran credits, Vyk?”

“Use it on Socorro, I don’t know! You’re resourceful.”

“I can’t be resourceful with Socorran credits!” You snarl at him. “Where’d you even come into contact with those?”

“Well actually—”

You hold up your hand. “I revoke my sentence. Just give me my damn pucks.”

Vyk sighs, grabbing the pucks from his pocket and sliding them across the table.

You snatch them immediately, the cold of the metal biting at your exposed fingertips. “Thank you.” You nod at him.

He chuckles drily. “Always a pleasure.”

Your loose pants boom a loud swish! as you stand up and turn around briskly, exiting the cantina as quick as you had entered it. As you walk, you flip and twist the pucks in your hand subconsciously, your brain already mapping out a way to meet all of your bounties on the least amount of fuel.

When you reach your ship, all tuned up by the person who owns the landing dock, you toss them a few credits and walk up the ramp. The next few minutes are spent checking all of your hiding spots, just to make sure nothing was stolen. Once you satisfy that nag in your brain, you slide into the worn leather of the pilot seat, pressing buttons and flicking switches to plot coordinates to your next stop. Your ship's engine is sputtering awake in no time at all, and then you’re up and maneuvering the thing up and into hyperspace.

You settle back into your chair as soon as you're comfortable enough to take your hands off the controls, huffing out a breath and letting it settle in front of you. The heater had yet to kick in, causing you to shiver slightly in your thin attire— which was akin to the weather on Tatooine. The cushion of your chair hugs your frail body in a feeble attempt to help keep you warm, but yet you still rock with shivers. Your mind, disregarding this fact, decides to buckle up to begin its nightly wander.

Sometimes, you think, the serene silence of hyperspace is inviting. The way that the colors swirl in an insatiable, never ending twist is fascinating, and you could look at it for hours, wondering what planet you’re passing at the moment. Was that reddish brown streak Socorro? Was that icy blue one Hoth?

Other times, though, it feels as though it’s squeezing your head tight and pulling beads of sweat up and out of your skin. It’s painful to sit in the deafening silence, to even be able to hear the creak of your knee as you extend your leg to stand up.

No matter which way you deem the endless tunnel to be swirling, it always forces you to think, to be stuck in your own head. It forces you to internalize, to feel effortlessly alone despite the epiphany of people and expanse of space to fill in front of you.

And, just like the feeling of the silence around you, your reaction to it is also versatile. Sometimes, the silence harbors a lovely tune, rocking your tired body to sleep, but other times it’s like a mudhorn rearing its mighty horn straight into the side of your head. Which is, admittedly, not a lovely tune to fall asleep to.

Right now? It’s the latter.

The swirls of dancing light are no help to the persistent pounding in your brain, no help to the steady churn of anxiety in your stomach. The way the colors dance across your closed lids and the hum of the heater— that must’ve finally turned on— are no match for the powerful mechanics of your brain, leaving you at the mercy of nightmares in your own wicked head.

•••

When you wake, it’s not in cold sweat nor a swift jump from dream to reality in fear, no. It’s from a not so gentle jolt of the ship as it jumps from automatic hyperspace flight to manual maneuvering. Your fingers, while your brain is still groggy with sleep, leap to the controls and stabilize the ship in no time at all, the notion as natural as breathing.

The subdued yet vibrant colors of Yavin VI’s body greet you with a glare, shaking any lasting effects of sleep out of your head. Your grip tightens ever so slightly on the controls as you shoot through the outer atmosphere and into the puffy clouds below, mapping out a plan of action in your head.

Get to the landing doc first. You tell yourself. One step at a time. You maneuver over to the landing pad covered partially by the dense forest, exactly where it had been when you had left it. You hum some foreign tune excitedly, happy that the bounty you’d picked up had chosen Yavin IV and inadvertently allowed you to visit an old friend. They slide out from underneath the overhang, surely after hearing the roar of your engines, a few maintenance droids barreling ahead to start with your ship as you touch down.

You scramble to open the ramp and start walking down it before it’s even touched the ground, bouncing on your toes. Your friend stands a few feet away from the ramp, hands on their hips and a big grin hung from invisible strings on their face. “Hey— oof!” You slam into them before they can even exert the rest of their greeting, wrapping your arms around their torso.

Their body shakes with laughter, returning the gesture split seconds after you. “Nice to see you too, but did you have to toss all the air out of my lungs?”

“I missed you so much, El.”

“Missed ya too,” they release you and hold you at arm's length, doing a quick scan. “How you holdin’ up these days? It’s been a while.”

“Can’t complain. How about you?”

“Same here,” El brushes past you, turning their expert gaze to the ship that had been swarmed by droids. “Business has been doing well, so that makes my heart happy.”

You tilt your head with a smile. “I’m glad.”

“You better n’ be smilin’ at me,” they call over their shoulder, the speech slurred from distraction.

“Oh, I’m way too serious for that. I’m a bounty hunter, after all.”

“Even the high n’ mighty bounty hunters smile, an’ living thing does.”

“How do you know I’m alive?”

“Because if ya were dead I’d already have cried.”

“What if I’m not dead but not living,” You inquire, enjoying the banter. “What if I’m a droid?”

“Well that's n’ true because you’d be a shit droid even if you were trying. Hand me a wrench, please.”

“Even though I’m not a droid,” you grab the said tool from El’s basket. “I think I’d be a great one. You wouldn’t even be able to tell, contrary to popular belief.”

“Oh, honey, I’ve spent too much time with you not to be able to tell.” They grab the tool from your hand with a smirk, and this time your smile reaches your eyes as they roll playfully.

“Maker, El, that was cheeky.”

“Shoulda expected as much from me. Though we were close, guess not.”

“We are close, first of all,” You smack the back of their head in frustration, yet a laugh shoves its way out of your mouth to counter that notion. “But yeah, I guess I should’ve.”

More doses of laughter bubble up into the crisp air of the approaching night as the booming red of Yavin Prime descends further towards the swoops of trees, piercing through the light breeze. You’d missed this. You’d missed this so much.

It was nice to be carefree, to not be watching your six with a hand on your blaster. You spend hours, even days on edge, constantly distrusting people and tracking any sign of movement. It’d been so long since you’d been able to visit El that you’d nearly forgotten how much you ached for this easy going, stress free life. You’d even forgotten how to live it.

You’d have to leave tomorrow morning, probably before dawn to meet your bounty before they woke up. The inn you assume the bounty is hiding in is a rough four or five hour walk away, two at least if you take El’s speeder. The thought is ever present in your head as you relax into the cool evening, blinking in and out of the front of your thoughts like a strobe light.

You’re sure El is able to tell. The tell of your hands, which are wrung together almost painfully— not that you’re able to distinguish the pain at the moment— is evident even for someone who isn’t your closest friend. With that in mind, they do their best to distract you, even getting you underneath your almighty ship to “learn how to fix this old thing so you can do it yourself.”

It’s nice, and it works, in due time. You let your shoulders lower and the coil in your stomach unravel to let the copious amount of tension you hold flow away and into the air that is now strung with quiet music and the offbeat hum of your companion next to you.

And it goes. And it feels wonderful. It’s like there was beskar on your shoulders, encircling your head and infiltrating your lungs, and now it’s been released, and now you’re free to taste the crisp air and smell the sway of the trees. The feeling carries you effortlessly through your evening, letting you drift easily into a restful sleep, lulling the nightmares far away from the forefront of your mind.

Yet, when you wake the next morning, from some sort of alarm clock you must’ve installed unintentionally after all the years of hunting, the beskar was back on your shoulders again. It pulls you efficiently to full consciousness and to an upright position. You then move with vigor, gathering the few things you needed on your trip: your pulse rifle, your trusty dagger (for when thungs go south), and an ounce of the calm from the room around you to center your thoughts and get you going.

After a quick goodbye to El— which was more of a whispered ill be back soon from you and a slurred mhm from them— plus a trip to their dusty garage to grab the speeder, you’re off. The engine is loud and dodging trees and branches is hard at first, but you soon get the hang of it. Just like at any given moment of silence, your mind starts yet another wander.

You’re surprised you still have stuff to think about that this point.

You’re thinking about it, actually considering it. Considering what it would be like to live with El, not hunting all the time. You liked the calm that it brought, and spending time with El sounded like the best thing ever, honestly. You could wake up every morning not worrying about raiders or bounties or anything. Hell, you could even have a normal sleep schedule! But the longer you let that thought simmer, the more you realize that you like the fast pace that your life moves at, you like the adrenaline boost and the way each bounty is like a new puzzle just waiting to be cracked.

You’d never be happy with a calm life, at least not now. You’d be bored, you’d lose interest in the midst of all of the trees and monotone days. The way you live now, every day is a new adventure, a new world to conquer and a new bounty to find. And, you’re really fucking good at it, bounty hunting. You’re not one to say stuff like that about yourself often, but hunting was the one thing that you’d honed to near perfection, so to give it up would be like starting your life over again.

The calm life? Not a fucking chance.

You’re so caught up in the swarm of your thoughts that you fail to see someone in front of you, despite the shiny beskar updo they wear. You manage to let out a loud yell of both surprise and warning before you steer the speeder sharply to the right, narrowly avoiding the mandalorian and the floating orb next to them. The edge of your speeder scratches against the bark of a tree as you yank it sharply again to the left, slowing the speeder to a stop in the small clearing you and the warrior reside in.

As soon as you slow, you’re hopping off the bike and over to them in an unusual notion of worry. “Are you alright?” You offer a hand, and though you can’t tell because of their helmet, you assume they’re just staring at it. You teeter awkwardly there for a second, unsure of what’s going on, before the smooth leather of their glove is sliding into your hand and you’re yanking them up. They’re surprisingly light for someone who's wearing a shit ton of beskar, but you assume they must be pulling some of their own weight.

The mandalorian tilts their helmet at you, the only show that they’re actually alive and breathing at the moment. “I’m fine.” The smooth, modulated baritone lends you to believe that it's a man underneath the beskar, and the richness of his voice surprises you. “Good,” you swallow thickly. “Sorry about that, I should've been looking.”

The helmet bobs up and down in agreement.

You shuffle from one foot to the other, contemplating whether you want to continue the conversation. Something about the silence of the man in front of you told you he wasn’t one for chatting, but there was a mystique about him that intrigued you, it pulled you in like a magnet.

“Are you lost?” “Me?” You ask dumbly, his voice catching you by surprise. “Oh, no, I know where I’m going. Are you?”

“No.” The firmness of your voice lends you to believe that your question hurt his feelings a little bit.

“Okay,” You say slowly, as if savoring each word on your tongue before it leaves your mouth. “Good luck on your adventures.”

You turn then, not really wanting to go but hating the way it felt like you could barely breathe under his gaze– and you couldn’t even see his fucking eyes. The intrigue that simmers in the back of your brain is urging you to turn around and offer him a ride, but your natural distrust of new beings keeps you placing one foot in front of the other.

You’re already comfortably seated on your speeder before he speaks again. “Wait.” The one line punch has your fingers pulling abruptly away from the ignition and your head whipping towards him. “Yeah?” your voice punches through the fabric of your mask, awkwardly eager.

“I…” The modulator accentuates the puff of frustration and how adamant his tone is as his voice trails off. “I actually am a little confused about where I am.”

You smile with a tilt of the head. “Well, where are you headed?”

“I have coordinates, is that helpful?”

“I could try. Do you really not have the name though? Most people don’t give coordinates when they tell you where to lie low–”

“This is all I have,” He cuts you off, and his natural unwillingness to engage in conversation peeking through the words. “Can you make it work?”

“Yeah, but…” Your head tilts in confusion as you put the pieces together. “Wait. Are you a bounty hunter?”

“Why?”

You snort, getting the answer even without him explicitly giving it to you. “Because I’m another bounty hunter. Let me see your fob.”

He grabs the said thing, but doesn’t move. “I'll just tell you the coordinates.”

You shrug. “Suit yourself.”

He gives them to you, and using your limited knowledge of the planet and your own coordinates, you're able to triangulate a certain direction. “Should be that way,” you point to your left, veering slightly off of your own path. “An hour or two tops, I think. I’ve been there before, but it was a long time ago.”

He nods, pressing a button on his vambrace to move the metal case closer to him. “Thank you for your help. I’ll be in your debt.”

“Don’t sweat it,” you wave him off. “Call it even. I nearly ran you over, after all.”

The way he stops and turns around, tilting his head and clenching his hands together tells you that he might not actually listen to what you just said.

“It’s even.” You reiterate without even thinking, feeling compelled to repeat yourself just so the words would actually slip underneath the thick beskar that crowded around his head and embed themselves in his head.

He just turns around and walks away, his cape swooshing aggressively despite the lack of wind in the dense forest.

You stand there for a long moment, just watching his figure recede into the distance, never once faltering, never one looking back. The way he holds himself, with such confidence and rippling power, tells you that he’s an excellent bounty hunter, probably even better than yourself. It’s exciting. As you turn back to your speeder, a new sort of lightning lights up your veins, a new form of adrenaline.

You really do hope you’ll see him again.

#this was admittedly the hardest yet most fun fic ive done yet #din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin fluff #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin imagine #the mandalorian #the mandalorian imagine #the mandalorian x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal characters #star wars #star wars imagine #bounties and hunters

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HI JAY! Ive been sick for like a week now so it got me wondering... how would Thoma Ayato Itto and wanderer take care of the reader when they are sick? (SFW, HEADCANON) I NEED THE MALEWIFE OR DOTING PARTNER ENERGY 😞😞😞😞❤️❤️❤️

Howdy, Kichi!! That sounds like it sucks! I'm also really, REALLY, sorry for how late this is!! I haven't had the motivation to write as of late (・・；) I've also been kinda sick myself

Drown in soup, but not literally

the reader is sick, and requires bedrest to get better. how does their partner help them out??

characters: Thoma, Ayato, Itto, and Wanderer warnings:

Thoma

goes full nurse on you

when he hears that your not feeling well, he immediately ushers you off to bed. you don't need to worry about any of your obligations, as he'll make sure to take care of them to the best of his ability

if you're sick with the flu, then he's making sure that your keeping food and fluids down

if you got a simple head cold, then he's not nearly as worried which is saying a lot

he really loves you and doesn't like the fact that theres only so much he can do to help you feel better

he gets really scared if your unable to keep stuff in your stomach

i feel like you'd be pretty good friends with ayato and ayaka, so they'd be more than willing to contact some of the best doctors on your behalf for some of the best medicine they can afford

ngl, he's super worried about you

if he notices your uncomfortable, tired, or really anything other than rested and comfortable, he'll try his best to help you out

do you need more pillows or blankets? are you hungry or thirsty? are you bored, perhaps??

makes you the best meal when your finally feeling better

probably takes you out for an evening walk as well, since you haven't really been moving while sick

definitely hovers around you a lot more for about a week or 2 after you've recovered before he eases up

he knows that getting sick is just part of life, and that it happens to everyone, but that doesn't mean he won't still worry about you

Kamisato Ayato

ngl, i feel like his attention is already split between all his responsibilities that he doesn't notice you feeling unwell at first

once he does notice, however, than he's ushering you off to rest for the time being

he doesn't want to see you trying to do any work until your feeling well

you two have been living together as a way to make it easier for him to protect you from any attempts at people trying to kidnap you for ransom

has the staff bring you anything you may need on days where he's particularly busy

he's not the best cook, either, so he has his staff cook the best foods for someone whos feeling under the weather

spends any of his spare time in your room with you

some times he'll even bring his paperwork in with him so that he can spend time with you but also get some stuff done hint: hes too worried about you to work on his stuff

your condition worsens into the flu before you start getting better

by the time your feeling better, you've pretty much got a mountain of blankets and pillows on your bed

he asks you what you want to eat a day or so after confirming with a doctor that you are officially recovered

Arataki Itto

you were taking a couple days off from taking commissions from the adventurers guild, deciding to spend it with your boyfriend arataki itto

the two of you were running around the whole of inazuma, collecting lavender melons and catching onikabuto beetles

you and itto had gotten caught in a downpour, having to book it across the beach to some makeshift and rather run down huts

why the two of you chose to come to koseki village, you'll never know

but, after the downpour passes, you two head back to your waverider and then back to inazuma city

wet clothes forgotten about due to the rest of the arataki gang having gotten into a little trouble with the guards, you proceed to talk to them while kuki shinobu chews out everyone

eventually, like. close to sundown, your able to make your way to your home to change out of your still damp clothes

you catch a cold the day after, having full body shivers

with practically no word from you for a few days has the whole gang worried for your wellbeing, and they practically break into your home

when you wake up, all bleary eyed from sleep, your met with the group surrounding your bed

after explaining you just have the chills, and are fine for the most part, the most of them leave to go do what they do most days

however, itto sticks around, keeping you company

he does also apologize for the fact that you got caught in the rain a few days ago

you immediately tell him that he has nothing to be sorry about, unless he can control the weather and intentionally made it downpour on the two of you

you then get out of bed, giving him a hug, and then meander off to your kitchen, asking him to help you make some soup

Wanderer

whenever you start being sucked down by depression, you tend to push yourself to work harder

and, often times, this leads you to neglecting your own needs

he may not be the best boyfriend, what with having to sort through his past and his feelings, but he does try his best

he's also hella observant. while he may not comment on everything, hardly anything is able to get past him

so, he makes a mental note every time you add another commission onto your growing list of commissions

he starts to grow annoyed with you when, instead of stopping to take a break for lunch that, you decide to just eat lunch on the way to your next commission

you don't really know what you did to upset him, but kuni seems to start making what your brain interprets as snide comments towards you sometimes

it isn't until your body decides to rebel against you and you fall sick when you realize that he wasn't really making snide comments towards you, thats just how your tired brain interpreted it

he was trying to warn you about pushing yourself to do more than what your body could handle

kuni doesn't really let you do anything until your recovered from being sick

he puts you back on a proper schedule, making sure you get 3 meals a day, all easy on your stomach as to not make you feel worse than you likely already are

he also puts you on a proper sleep schedule, making sure you get between 8-10 hours of sleep a night

kuni's surprisingly nice while your sick. he knows how much more sensitive you are to his usual comments during times like these so he saves the lectures for when your back to feeling 100% better

its ok, tho. he's back to being mean, and more than makes up for it by basically dragging you all over sumeru and inazuma for ascension materials

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hotpinkboots · 1 year

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Hi! Can I req yandere salad fingers x reader headcanons? Mr fingers is so lonley theres no way he wouldn't go crazy over y/n,,

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~Yandere!Sαʅαԃ Fιɳɠҽɾʂ x Reader Headcanons~

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OH MY JDHDJEJFJD DARLING. DARLING. YOU. HAVE BLESSED ME WITH THIS REQUEST THANK YOU I'VE BEEN WATCHING SALAD FINGERS LITERALLY EVER SINCE IT CAME OUT. FOR LITERALLY YEARS. AUGH. THANK YOU

~Enjoy~

★★★★

Sαʅαԃ Fιɳɠҽɾʂ

★★★★

~He's definitely not, like, violent at all.

~Probably super delusional. Thinks you're his wife/husband.

~That role can change every now and then, though, he can think you're his partner, or he'll forget and think you're just his pretty friend.

~Really it all depends on the day.

~Gives you a funny nickname based on your real name. As soon as he names you, he's attached.

~"Yes, I...I think I'll call you... (insert weird nickname for your real name)."

~He seems to get horrible flashbacks of...well. You don't know what, exactly. But you're unfortunately far too empathetic- and that's your horrible downfall.

~As soon as you're attempting to help him in any way shape or form, he decides he's elected you as his new play mate.

~But, at first, he kind of flips out. He speaks to objects, and anything that is alive, doesn't speak back to him in English.

~Hearing you speak back to him sort of set him off for a bit. You should've ran as soon as he had his little meltdown over the fact you can speak.

~But you didnt. You were too sweet. You stayed to make sure he would be alright.

~And now he has somebody who actually speaks back to him. He grows fond of having somebody who speaks back to him.

~He often wants to introduce you to his...."friends". Expects you to interact with them, because they are...alive.

~Or are they? They can't be. They're just items.

~The longer you're around him, in this wasteland, the more you follow right along in his insanity.

~He's really not that dangerous, honestly- physically, at least. He won't hurt you. But everything that happens will get right into your mind. You might because just as mentally ill as he is.

~He collects your hair.

~He likes to caress your skin.

~Claims that it's like a lovely massage for his fingers.

~"You just hold...such a wel-welcoming...texture...You're very...smooth...."

~He touches you so much it gets uncomfortable.

~He also says various things that come off as perverted or freakish to you. Doesn't really mean to sound perverted on purpose, it's more of a compliment. He's being open with you...

~You may find him in his "safety cupboard" every now and then. Crying. He can't get out of his own mind. In the back of his mind, he is aware they something is horribly wrong with him.

~Hearing your little knock on the cupboard door to make sure he is okay is the most wonderful sound he could hear. You've come to check on him! For a playdate! Ahh, he's missed you!

~...He missed you even though you've been there the whole time. Sometimes he thinks you're somebody or something else, or that you're not there at all.

~Calls you his angel.

~"My...My very own, pretty angel, has come for me."

~Mr. Fingers can tell when you're being mentally drained from it all. He just thinks you need to rest, that you need to have some tea and soup.

~Maybe he thinks you're sick.

~And in a way, he's doing it on purpose.

~Being so lonely just for you to give him attention, trying to get you to like him and feel bad for him. He doesn't really realize he's doing anything on purpose, he thinks everything is okay, and he washes all those bad thoughts away when he thinks of them....you should do the same.

~He wants you down to his level.

~You take care of him, let him take care of you.

~But he can't take care of you unless you need to be taken care of.

~He doesn't even need to do anything special. Just to be himself and getting into the situations- even if they aren't real situations, even if they're just all in his head- is enough for you to start a downward spiral.

~Once you're trapped in this hell hole of a world, you can't escape.

~You don't even remember how you got here.

~You hardly remember anything before him. Just simple flashbacks and foggy memories every now and then.

~Dislikes how he can't control you like he controls all his little friends. They're objects. He can make them do things that add onto whatever story he's creating in his head.

~And you? Oh, you have a mind of your own.

~This can lead to some arguing in the future.

~You're always the one to apologize to him. It's the same thing that always happens: You two bicker, he gets upset and mad for a while, then he gets sad and walks away to cry and be alone, you come and apologize, he forgives you, and it repeats again.

~Really, you're the only thing keeping him even SLIGHTLY sane (which isn't much because he's too far gone, unfortunately). He wants to hold onto that, even if it means pulling you into his dark hole of madness.

~You're just another of his favorite playthings. You're his favorite toy. His favorite thing to touch and stroke, his favorite thing to look at, his favorite thing to speak to, ect.

~You're trapped, and he hardly even had to do anything to get you to be trapped with him...

~He's delusional. He's manipulative without even realizing it, and he guilt trips without even thinking about it.

~You should've never even spoken to him.

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#salad fingers #salad fingers x reader #yandere salad fingers x reader #fanfiction #x reader #reader insert #horror #salad fingers fanfic

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scrivenger-grimgar · 7 months

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we should probably consider how naruto used to live and exploit it for entertainment more often.

like, c'mon! this 14 year old probably knows how to file his taxes and is very good at pickling his vegetables (that he grew himself) and salt curing his fish (that he catches himself). he probably is very good at hiding and running, given how the village might've actually gone on a fucking witch hunt for him at lest once! he knows how to sew his clothes back together and patch himself up.

he probably thinks reading is boring because he's only ever scoured through official documents full of legal-ese.

and i know this isn't canon, but i seriously don't think hiruzen was paying attention to him as much as he should have.

and the result is that naruto is weirdly competent with domestic and legal issues but is actively being sabotaged in his ninja skills because he can't spy on ninjas to learn how to ninja like he does with civilian skills.

he can cook basic things like fish and soup, but he's got so much to do that takes up his time so he loves instant ramen bc its quick and easy!

he's all about cutting corners to make living easier.

"wanna train with me?" - kiba

"can't, tryin' to purge the black mold thats taken over my shower." -naruto

"sit down and take a nap with us" - shikamaru

"sorry, the hardware store closes in an hour and i have to get caulk for my windows; winter's coming up and i don't want to spend extra on heating." - naruto

"tenten-senpai, does your family do glassworks? yes? ok, so i was wondering if you guys had any spare or faulty jars, specifically for pickling and syrups, someone broke into my apartment yesterday and smashed all my pickling jars, so-"

"naruto what the fuck?" - tenten

"do we really have to sign this for entry?" - kakashi

"hand it over sensei. hmm... yeah, lets not, theres a clause that lets them handle our funerary services (including but not limited to, execution of the individual's will and last testament and allocation of the deceased's funds, resources, and properties), if by chance we were to perish within the boundries of kirigakure." - naruto

"..... theres a fucking w h a t ? " - kakashi

"i thought you were illiterate." - sasuke

"i don't even know what that means!" - sakura

#uzumaki naruto #naruto #naruto uzumaki #konoha #konohagakure #honestly future malewife right there #his entire team is just like “why tf do you know this???”

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thecomicallytragicgangle · 5 months

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Hey sorry to bother but which other blogs do you run? Ik you run gangle's and kaufmo's but idk abt any others but I wanna follow them

[using this ask to do a mod Q&A cause my inbox is flooded w/ stuff directed towards me (soup/stew)]

[A: all the blogs I run will be on the masterlist! some won't be included here (as they arent fully set up yet) but i run this blog, @helper-central (multi-run comic blog . spreading comic propaganda), @theclownkaufmo (obviously!!), and @putting-sun-and-moon-in-places (also multi-run)]

[theres three more blogs but as i said, they're a work in progress! you will learn about them soon]

[more questions answered below the cut. your question may be answered here, feel free to check!!!!!]

[A: i do use mspaint! i use a lot of art programs actually. ibispaint, procreate, art set, and magma (the website)] [i usually switch between different apps so expect different styles every now and then] [also ty for the compliment :3]

[A: ghsjkdf ... this makes me really happy to see- im glad you like my blog so much, i love this blog with my soul and i love interacting with the different characters. i consider all my anons important- and i love seeing them around. tysm for this ask!!..]

[A: is that the guy who played micheal in the fnaf movie. are you kidding m-]

[A: GOOGLE IS NOT REAL-]

[also (disappointed sigh) bing is kinger x "blur" (what we named the abstraction we straight up can't design because theres no clear images of what the heck it is)]

[A: chaos.]

[A: can someone make a gif of an image of gangle slowly turning into flintheart glomgold. please and ty] [man do i love my character gnalge]

[i think i have an idea of what it is? i don't think it has any meaning, its just another part of their body. most likely there for aesthetic reasons]

[i'm pretty sure that the badge is just an accessory they wear!]

[final notes: any asks with images i'll probably save for later cause i can't fit them here. and dear xeya. POST YOUR TRAGEDY PROPAGANDA ON YOUR OWN BLOG!! STOP SPREADING KAUFMO X GANGLE AHHHHH-]

#the amazing digital circus #tadc gangle #ask blog #tadc #responsesfromgangle #ooc #ramblings #long post

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law-d-water-trafalgar · 1 year

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Bepos Girlfriend

Context: Polar Tang docks on a winter island and Bepo finds a girlfriend.

Law X Reader, Bepo x Mimi, fluff

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The Polar Tang had docked on a winter island. You and your husband Law walk on deck with a fluffy Bepo behind you guys. Soon the rest of the crew comes up and walks onto the island. While you Bepo and Law walk together looking for a very special winter flower that only grows on this island. Suddenly your observation haki kicks in. You have the feeling of being watched. You nudge Laws shoulder.

"What is it (n)-ya" Law asks you quietly.

"I just.. feel someone staring at us" your observation haki was much more developed than Laws and any of the crews. You see him gaze around trying not to look suspicious.

"I dont see anyone (n)-ya" he states. Suddenly you all hear snow crunches from behind a tree. Then out pops a smaller polar bear than Bepo. They walk upright to you all, putting you all on edge.

"Hello there" a female voice emits from the smaller polar bear. All of you in shock you decided to speak first

"Hello who are you?"

"I'm Mimi who are all of you?" She questions.

"This is (n)-ya, Bepo and I'm Law" Law says politely.

"So how are you talking?" You quizzically ask. Mimi then turns into a naked female human as you hold a hand up to Laws eyes not letting him look. You wrap your cloak around her.

"Where we come from you have to wear something on yourself so others dont see your genitals" you try your best to explain as Law swishes your hand away.

"Ohhh sorry about that" Mimi says looking you all up and down.

"What about him? Why is he wearing stuff?" She says pointing at Bepo. Bepo points to himself gaining a slight blush on his fur.

"Hes with my pirate crew that's the uniform" Law states blankly. You suddenly grab Laws arm and turn around standing pressed against his arm and leg.

"We have to recruit her to the crew" you whisper to your husband.

"What? Why in gods name would we do that?" He asks whispering back to you.

"Remember Bepo asking why there are no female polar bears? Its obvious Law he wants a girlfriend" you state clearly and you see it click in Laws head. Then you both turn around while standing up.

"So would you like to join my crew?" Law asks politely to Mimi.

"You mean leave here? I've been alone for so long. What's out there?" Mimi asks with wonder in her eyes.

"Theres all kinds of things out there from the clouds to underwater cities to islands of wonder. Tell her Bepo" you say trying to seal the deal.

"... uh yea what (n) said" Bepo fidgets with his paws blushing.

"If you will have me then I would love that!" Mimi exclaims.

"Are you hungry? Its freezing out here why dont we go inside?" You state and Law nods.

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Inside the Polar Tang

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In the mess hall you all sat watching Mimi drink warm soup. She had changed into a boiler suit that was super stretchy so when she transforms it wont rip. You gave her a bundle of brand new panties you had just bought. "You know Bepo is a Mink from an island on top of a gaint elephant. So he cant change like you can but we all like to cuddle with him so dont be shy about cuddling him" you perk up and say. Mimi transformed into a polar bear again with thumbs yes. She then gets up and hugs Bepo.

"I havent seen another one of my kind my whole life. I lost my mom early though" she says melancholy cuddling with a now blushing Bepo.

"Garchu" Bepo says.

"What?" Mimi asks in reply.

"Garchu is a form of hello or hi or you say it when you cuddle a Mink" Law states rather intrested in this turn of events. You lean over to Law and whisper.

"I think we should leave them alone" and he nods.

"Bepo can share a room with you. By the way were looking for a special winter flow-" Law was cut off by Mimi saying.

"Oh the flowers? I used to trade them for books in my cave. You can find then in the clearing by the waterfall" mimi states happily noming on Bepos ear.

"Garchu!" Mimi says while you and Law leave a blushing Bepo alone with Mimi. You follow Law as he rooms you out of the sub to the crew.

"Look in the clearing by the waterfall" Law announces to his crew.

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Meanwhile In The Polar Tang

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"Ah so your the subs navigator you direct where to go!" Mimi says happily as Bepo nods.

"So Mimi have you eaten any strange fruit before?" Bepo asks politely. Cocking her smaller head to the side she thinks then replys

"Why yes I did why?" She asks.

Bepo goes to the med bay as Mimi follows and finally finds the Encyclopedia Of Devil Fruits. After flipping through what seemed like hours she finally points to one.

"This is the one I ate" she exclaims jumping up and down.

"Hmm the Epithet Epithet No Mi, with the ability to transform into ones true self. So what were you before?" Bepo questions.

"Oh I was a polar bear who transforms into a human" Mimi states bluntly. Bepo just smiles.

"Do you know what a girlfriend and boyfriend is?" Bepo asks Mimi.

"Of course I read it in a book" she beams making Bepo blush.

"Would you... like to be my girlfriend Mimi?" Bepo asks fidgeting with his paws. She seems to think for a minute. Shes only read love stories.

"That sounds nice sure" Mimi says and hugs Bepo.

"Garchu!" She says nibbling on his ear making him wiggle around as he wraps his arms around Mimi.

"When we get into battles I'll protect you Mimi, and I'll teach you how to protect yourself too" Bepo says hugging her tight his dream come true of having a girlfriend.

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Back With Law And (N)

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"That's enough let's go back. We need to introduce you to our crews newest member" Law says bold and loud for all to hear. Everyone pirking up and hurrying wanting to meet the newest member.

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In The Polar Tang

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With everyone in the mess hall since it was the biggest place in the sub Law made the announcement gesturing to Mimi.

"This is Mimi a polar bear who ate the Epithet Epithet No Mi fruit who can transform into a human please make her feel welcomed" You smile at Law as he walks off to your shared room you follow. Once laying in bed you cuddle up to him, with his arms wrapping around you.

"Thank you, that was so sweet of you to let her join" you whisper in his ear making him shiver.

"It was perfect timing that's all. Bepo deserves a companion"Law says sweetly to you. After some snuggles of your, Law, and Bepo and Mimi in their own room everyone on the sub falls asleep.

#trafalgar law #law x reader #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law x reader #law one piece #trafalgar law fluff

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