Alrighty; its been quite a while since I’ve made a post, but here’s one anyways.
So, I have a bad habit of Astral Traveling when I’m in the middle of class; I don’t know how, but hey, it happens. Anywho, a few days ago I went “deep-sea fishing” I guess, and ended up in who knows where at the bottom of the ocean. There I met a cool boy; his name is “A”, and being the nosy little butt I am, I knew that I would likely never run into anybody as pretty as this boy again, so I jumped on the chance to ask him as much about his species as I could.
He was nice; really smooth and pleasant voice; you could fall asleep to this thing, it was like a lullaby when he spoke. Hit record and I’d be out.
Anyways, his species, a type of deep sea merfolk. I drew out some pictures as to what he looked at as more of a guide for you guys to see what I mean.
He had this kind of Opal-escent like skin; it reflected at the smallest amount of light; again, he was beautiful I swear. His ears were kind of like fins in a sense, apparently they doubled as sonar receptors; meaning he could pick up deep sea chatter. His eyes though were real cool. There are two kinds of eyes that he said that he had.
The first was one that he used when he went into shallower water or to the surface (I really don’t think he goes up there a lot tbh). Like us, hes able to see in bright light; go figure. But here’s the cool part.
Now when he goes back down, in the dark, a sort of second eye lid covers his eyes. Apparently it acts as a protector for them if hes ever attacked, but it also allows him to see in the dark better than if he didn’t have that kind of skin on. It acted like an eye patch; you know, how a pirate would cover one eye so that if hes ever fighting, he could uncover the eye and see in the dark if he were to go from a sunny place to a dark place; kinda like that.
So I bet you’re asking whats up with his neck, so, he has skin obviously; but from below his jawline; to part of his upper chest he has some thin scales. They for a kind of upside down triangle, and from what he told me, it glows in the dark when hes looking for a mate. And beneath that, he had some large gills. Now there we would have our lungs obviously, but he has the large gill covers that are in threes. It reminded me of a shark, but apparently they’re different.
Now to his back. It has 6 fins; that generate electricity. They’re sort of rounded, but also have small spines where they connect to the back. They can also pick up vibrations in the water since they’re so sensitive, and they act as tiny propellers in a way.
His fins were white; sorry about the image its a bit big; but if you zoom in you can see my little notes. Ok, so from below the stomach and organs and such, I don’t know why you can only see his bones but that’s apparently how it works, you have this little transparent spot on his fin. It ends about halfway through, but it glows in the dark so that they can see on the sea floor. In a sense I guess its like how jellyfish down there generate their bio-luminescence or something. A’s fins were rounded, not split, so he was a strong swimmer, but kind of slow. They looked flat but pretty strong, but still a fish fin, not like a Ray or anything. His large fin was white too; so he was just this white fish boy who never saw light lol.
In the dark this is how it looked.
He was pretty cool; and seemed friendly enough. Again, the prettiest boy I’ve ever met, so if you ever decide to go down there, try to find one of them. Although, I don’t think all of them would be as friendly as he, so still be careful; some things down there will scare the living daylights out of you.
“Obi-Wan Kenobi, know aliases Ben Kenobi, Ben Kryze, Old Man Kenobi, Obes Kenobes?”
The Jedi Master/Pirate/Rebellion General smiled at the befuddled expression on the Prosecutor’s face opposite of where he stood, hands cuffed and resting lightly on the bar in front of him. He chuckled. “Ah yes! That alias was given to me by a very lovely woman. She was quite nice.”
Shaking his head in a mix of confusion and disgust, the Prosecutor continued on. “Also known as Captain Kenobi, the Pirate Lord of Tatooine, High General Kenobi, the Dashing Duke and the Sass Master of Mandalore?”
“Is that all of them?” Obi-Wan asked. “Are you certain you haven’t missed any? That list seems a little short. Did you include the Scourge of the Outer Rim? Oh! For a while I was calling myself Arulas because someone thought it sounded cool.”
There was a snort from back in the gallery of criminals and a sullen, “It did sound cool.”
Flabbergasted the prosecutor tried to reassert his authority. “Your list of crimes against the galaxy are…”
“Ah! Rako Hardeen!” Obi-Wan nodded, reaching up to scratch his nose. “I knew you forgot one.”
The presiding judge banged his gavel and leaned forward, peering down at Obi-Wan. “That’s enough out of you, traitor! You’re far too old for such childish antics.”
“Quite right, your honor,” the Jedi Pirate Rebel nodded with great dignity. “Please continue, Tanver.”
The Prosecutor stammered out a puzzled, “What?! How… how did you know?!”
Winking, Obi-Wan replied. “Jedi Secrets. Also your name was included on my arrest documents. You have a most artistic signature, Counselor.”
There was a low-level snicker coming from the gallery and the Judge hammered his gavel.
“My apologies, your honor,” Obi-Wan smiled and turned to look back over his shoulders at the assembled criminals, hoodlums, rebels and pirates behind him. “Do be quiet, dear friends. Prosecutor Tanver Seabright is trying to charge me with grievous crimes against the Empire.”
“I know who you are,” Yuuri whispers, huddled into himself as the pirate gazes towards the horizon, hand held over his eyes to look for the King and his hunting party. “With your talents, you can be no other.”
“Is that so, Highness?” The pirate returns his gaze to Yuuri. “And who is it that you think I am?”
Yuuri straightens up, forces his chin up into a challenge. “You are the Dread Pirate Nikiforov, are you not? Your manner and cruelty seem to imply it, sir. You have the countenance of one whose lips have never uttered a kindness.”
Nikiforov bows to him. “I admit it proudly, your Highness. I am the Dread Pirate Nikiforov, at your service.” There is a smirk on his face–it has the same familiar but unplaceable air of all his mannerisms.
Yuuri turns his head away, feeling tears gather at his eyes. At long last, he faces the man responsible for taking his dear Viktor’s life. At long last, he has the chance to avenge his love–and all he is able to do is sit here, and weep. His voice little more than a raw whisper when he says, “That being the case, sir, I wish your inevitable death to be slow and painful.”
Nikiforov comes to him, crouching before his drawn up knees and lifting his face up with finger hooked under his chin. His eyes dart over Yuuri’s face until he says, “Why such cruel words from such pretty lips?”
Yuuri feels two tears fall from his eyes and makes no attempt to clear them. If he is to die here, at this instant or another one soon, at the hands of the same man who stole his Viktor from him–the let it be with tears for his love on his cheeks. He takes in a shaky breath and breaths, “You killed my Viktor. The only man I ever loved, and ever will.”
The Dread Pirate Nikiforov’s eyes would look almost soft, were he anyone else. His thumb traces across Yuuri’s bottom lip. “No love for your kingly fiance, then? For the man who would give you fortune and luxury?”
“I need no fortune,” Yuuri snaps, slapping the pirate’s hand away. “And the luxuries of royalty only stand to mock what I’ve lost!” Once again, Yuuri’s eyes go to the distance as Nikiforov rises and paces somewhere behind him, likely agitated. “Viktor and I would never have had a rich life. He was a poor farm boy, and I have nothing to my name but the Inn I will inherit from my parents on their death. But my Vitya–he was kind, and beautiful, and we would have been happy. I would have slept every night under nothing but the stars, if it were in his arms I laid.”
Nikiforov is silent for a long moment. Yuuri does not turn to look at him, only listens to the hissing of the grass in the wind and the slow and quiet thump of the pirate’s boots on the ground. At last, when he speaks, it is it to say, “I have killed many men, but I believe I remember him–your Vitya.”
“You do not have the right to speak his name,” Yuuri hisses, glaring over his shoulder with tear-stained cheeks and wild hair.
“He died well, you may be pleased to hear.” Nikiforov turns his face to the steep and grassy incline not ten feet from their toes. Beyond it, the forest looms. Nikiforov, Yuuri is sure, intends to take him into those woods and kill him. Anger blooms in his body like a sickness. “Most people beg–scream, cry, shit themselves. He only looked at me and said…Please. I must live. I have promised my love I will return–and promises I do not break. Then he spoke of the beautiful boy with whom he was in love–you, I assume. He told me you were timid, and terribly fragile. That news of his death would surely destroy you. I see none of that in you as you stand before me.” Nikiforov tilts his head over his shoulder, so Yuuri can see smirking blue eyes and an almost-genuine smile. “He underestimated you, I think.”
Yuuri rises to his feet, fists clenched at his sides. “How dare you tell me his dying tale, sir. How shameful, that he asked you for mercy and you gave him none. There is no place in God’s kingdom for you. And I? I was destroyed that day. You killed me as surely as you killed him. The person you see before you now is what remains when a man has nothing remaining to lose.” He yanks Nikiforov’s shoulder to spin him, cranes his neck up to compensate for the inches between them at this proximity. “If I’m to die today, at least do me the courtesy of revealing your face to me. Cease this cowardliness, hiding behind a mask as you steal lives. A person deserves to know his murderer.”
He anticipates refusal, perhaps even swift death, but what comes is a smile. Nikiforov reaches behind his head to untie the mask and, as it and the bandanna covering his hair fall away, he murmurs, “As you wish.”
As moonlight hair and high cheekbones are revealed, Yuuri can only gasp, “Viktor?” as his knees give out from below him.
Request: Hello! Can you write something maybe about the reader being a princess and she’s in danger and her parents pay for Yondu and his men to protect her so she lives on the ship with them and they fall in love and lots of fluffy? Ps I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU TOO!! Is it bad that this made me think of Space Balls tho
You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms with a huff. You couldn’t believe this. You were being sent away from your comfortable home, to go live…on a ship? With a bunch of Ravagers? No, there was no way. You didn’t care if your planet was in the middle of a war. You didn’t care if you were in more danger at home. There was absolutely no chance that you were going to put up with this.
In which Riskua travelled with Mihawk instead of going to Dawn Island
(Because I really enjoyed @nordictwin‘s AU where Riskua stayed on Melring, so I wrote my own with one of the other alternatives that could have happened, which was Mihawk taking her, *ahem*, underwing.
When Dracule Mihawk
saunters into the latest Shichibukai meeting, he comes in with a red-haired,
tan-skinned miniature trotting diligently along after him. A female miniature.
goggles for a moment, losing all interest in his game with the marines.
This is not the piece written with @mollyraesly–that one is still being worked on and we’re excited to share it with you all soon! This was written for February @jilychallenge with given prompt: you’re a pirate pillaging my village and instead of stealing an item you steal me WTF AU (Rated: M)
first thing Lily noticed while hiding behind the barrel of apples was the way
his messy black hair stuck out of his red bandana in every which way. The
second thing she noticed were his eyes because they fluttered right over to her
hiding spot, sparking indignantly. He entered the tiny produce shop with his eyes
lit up with the thrill of the chase, or plunder, or whatever it was that
was Lily’s second raid without her father. Lily had managed to convince his
father that raids happened once in a blue moon that she could handle herself
alone for the few months he went back to England to marry her sister off. The
produce store they sold goods from wasn’t a high target for pirates, since they
mostly sold fruit that would spoil during long sea trips. That didn’t stop the
pirates from exploring as much as they could.
last raid Lily had been more prepared and she hid in the loft above her head.
The loft had pull away steps for safety. Currently stuck behind barrels of apples,
Lily was an easy grab. She struggled to make herself smaller, wishing
desperately she had grabbed the fire stick for protection that sat useless away
from her by the crackling stove.
pirate didn’t seem like the last crew that had burned a neighbor’s house. He
seemed young and curious. She watched as best she could as he let his fingers
slip over the countertops, pocketing various things as he went. Lily didn’t
care about anything he grabbed off the prep table as long as he left the shop.
the shop she could hear the shouts of her fellow townsfolk. They were a small
English trading post off the coast of the main island and had little in the way
of protection from pirates. Lily’s own father was one of the fifty or so men
sworn to protect the island from pirates. Normally pirates left the small
trading post but sometimes the unprotected town was too much for pirates to
the last raid the pirates didn’t come into the shop so Lily’s curiosity got the
best of her as he made his way over to one of the barrels and plucked an apple
from it. He had to be around her age, no older than nineteen. There was still a
boyish charm to his features that intrigued Lily. As he took a bite of the
apple she leaned too far forwards and fell to the ground.
pirate dropped the apple, grabbed her by the arm and yanked her to a standing
position all in one swift swoop. Before she could shout for help he held a
sharp silver blade to her neck.
remain silent if you wish to keep your tongue.”
I feel like this must have happened every time they ran into someone with anything interesting and this adorable nerd wants all the cool toys, too.
[Obi-Wan and Anakin run into Cad Bane] Anakin: COOL, I WANT A VOICE MODULATOR, TOO Obi-Wan: [sighs] Anakin, you don’t need– Anakin: IT SOUNDS SO AWESOME I’M GONNA GET ONE
[Obi-Wan and Anakin run into another bounty hunter with an electro-whip] Anakin: COOL, I WANT AN ELECTRO-WHIP, TOO Obi-Wan: [sighs] Anakin, you don’t need– Anakin: I’M GONNA LASSO EVERYTHING WITH IT!!11 AND THEN ZAP DOOKU WITH IT!!11!
[Obi-Wan and Anakin run into a pirate with one mechanical eye that has night vision] Anakin: COOL, I WANT A NIGHT VISION EYE, TOO Obi-Wan: [sighs louder] Anakin, what would you even need that f– Anakin: I’M GONNA BE THE BEST AT HIDE AND SEEK!!11
And every time he can’t take off a leg or something to replace it with a spring-loaded robo-leg that has a rocket booster in the heel, he gets mad, YOU’RE JUST JEALOUS BECAUSE I’M THE CHOSEN ONE, while Obi-Wan sighs and scrubs a hand across his face in the background.
Imagine: Being a mermaid and saving Killian Jones from drowning. When he’s on shore, he is confused on why you didn’t just let him drown. You tell him not all mermaids are bad and offer him friendship.
The pirate with a hook for a hand coughed up water once you and him broke surface. With your arms wrapped around him, you thrusted as quick as you could with your (color) tail. As you did one finally thrust, you felt your tail hit the fine sand of the beach. The man started stumbling his way out of the water and collapsed on to the ground while you rested yourself in the water with your belly on the sand. After the hooked man finished his coughing fit, his electric blue eyes fell on you.
“A-A mermaid?” He sputtered.
“Yup. A mermaid who saved you from drowning.” You smile and slowly raised your beautiful tale out of the ocean waters.
“You would of died if I hadn’t of swam you to shore.”
“Most other mermaids would of let me sink.”
“I am not like most mermaids. Besides, not all mermaids want to drown sailors and pirates.” You rolled your eyes and push yourself more onto the land, getting closer to the pirate dressed in leather. “My name is (Y/N) (L/N). Whats yours?”
“My name is Killian Jones also known as Captain Hook of the Jolly Roger.” He smirked and stuck out his hand. “And thank you for saving my life, I am in debt to you, (Y/N). Name your price, love.”
“What?” Killian asked, confusion evident on his handsome face.
“All the other mermaids hate me for my choice on not harming humans; they are a bunch fish-for-brains and not intelligent. I only have one other friend but she is off with her one true love.”
“That sounds rough. Sure, if that pays my debt; I’ll gladly be your friend.” He smiles and you smile back.
“Oh one more thing!” You turn around the sea satchel and pull out two shells. “These are enchanted shells. They are connected to each other so we can communicate from anywhere; from this sea to land or from across realms.” You placed one of the shells in his hand.”If you ever need help, I’ll come. If I need help, I hope you will try and help me.”
“Well, I shall hold onto this dearly.” Killian gently enlcosed the shell in his hand before sliding into a secure pouch on his belt loop. You smile once more before enclosing him into a big hug. His eyes widen in surprise but he slowly wrapped his arms your mostly exposed torso.
“I have to go now, KIllian. My family is a bit angry of my long disappearnce. I hope to see you soon on good circumstances.”
“I hope to see you again too, (Y/N).”
“Can you help me back into the water, please?”
“That’s why I am here, love.” Killian picked himself off the sand and lifted your from the ground carefully. He walked back into the ocean until the water reached his knees. Carefully, he lowered your tail and body into the water.
“Thank you, Captain Killian.”
“Never been called that before.” He smirked. “I like it though.”
“It’s your new nickname. Anyways, until next time.” you gave a small wave and dunked under water, swimming away to your family. Hook watched the shimmer of your scales fade off in this distance with a smile. Maybe it was a quick new friendship formed, but after all you did save his life and you truely wanted him, a pirate, as a friend. He smiled and waited till your shinning tail was out of sight before going on looking for his ship.
Summary: My version of how season 7 should open. Set in the future during a time of peace in Storybrooke, Emma and Killian are living a blissfully happy life with their seven year old twins. But this is still Storybrooke. And things can change in the blink of an eye.
Note: Thank you for the responses to ‘Never Stop Fighting’. Since Emma is only guaranteed to be back for one episode, we know that CS will have to be separated somehow. Given what we know so far, this is how I would like things to go in the season premiere. Oh and there is no mention of Henry in this because I’m still trying to wrap my mind around how that whole thing is going to work and what exactly will happen to him in the future. Hope you enjoy it! ~Steph
…Forever Yours: Part 1/1…
Killian came up behind his wife, as she stood at the stove making pancakes. He wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled his nose into her neck.
“Something smells delicious,” he muttered.
Emma giggled as his lips moved to her neck.
“Don’t start,” she warned. “The kids are already up and in the living room.”
“What?” he asked, nibbling on her ear. “I was talking about the pancakes.”
“Sure you were,” she replied with a laugh.
Emma spun around in her husband’s arms and snaked hers around his neck. His lips came crashing into hers, his tongue quickly diving into her mouth. He pulled her body up against his, as Emma threaded her fingers through his hair.
“We can’t,” Emma breathed before kissing him again.
Killian reached behind her and turned the stove off, as his lips moved down her throat to her chest.
“Perhaps if we are quiet, we can make it up to our bedroom and the children will simply think we are still asleep.”
Emma squeezed her eyes closed, as she held his head to her skin.
“Only one problem with that: they already saw me making the pancakes.”
Killian pulled her robe back a bit with his hook and kissed her shoulder.
“We can think of an excuse for our disappearance later then,” he said.
His lips moved back to hers for a quick kiss and then he grabbed her hand, leading her to the stairs.
“Let go!” Leia screamed.
“You let go!” Liam yelled.
“MOM! DAD!” they both bellowed.
Killian and Emma stopped dead in their tracks, mere feet from the stairs.
“Bloody hell. They must have inherited their grandmother’s terrible timing,” Killian mumbled. “Why did we decide to have children again?”
Emma laughed, as she kissed his cheek. “Because we wanted to share our love and watch it grow everyday.”
Her husband bobbed his head, as he placed a kiss to her forehead.
“Aye, that’s right. Sometime I forget.”
“Come on,” Emma said, as she dragged him to the living room.
So, imagine this. There’s no war, Palpatine had a heart attack or something, the clone production either never happens or is cut off. Padme and Anakin hits a rough place and Padme throws Anakin out, which leaves both Anakin getting drunk and wasted with a besotted Obi-Wan. One night stand. Padme takes Anakin back though but there’s a hitch, Obi-Wan is pregnant. What happens?
He could still
hear the others voice in his ears.
She’s taking me
She’s taking me
I didn’t fuck up
tightened on the wheel of the speeder, staring at it numbly as he
remembered the utter delight on the others face, Anakin’s blue eyes
wide and his lips curled up in the widest smile he could ever
remember Anakin sporting.
So his words had
dried to ashes in his mouth and he had given Anakin the best smile he
could, given him his due comfort though his smile would at best have
In his delight
Anakin had not noticed.
And that left
Obi-Wan in the speeder now with the rain pouring down on the outside
of it, his hands on the wheel of it with the gnawing knowledge of
what was growing inside of him. Obi-Wan gave a low keen in the back
of his throat, head falling forward to rest against the speeder
wheel, his mind racing before he finally took a decision.
speeder, he heated back to the temple and left the speeder in the
hanger, intent on finding Mace.
The Korun took one
look at him and sighed before stepping back and letting Obi-Wan into
“I need a favor
Mace, a mission…as many months as you can give me, far away.”
Obi-Wan offered without pause, staring at the taller man.
Mace gave him a
long look. “This has to do with Skywalker, doesn’t it.” It was
not posed as a question and Obi-Wan’s shoulders slumped, wondering
if he was that transparent.
Amidala has changed her mind. The council will be glad to know that
they’ve resolved the issue between them and she has taken him
back.” He whispered, struggling against his own emotions.
spark growing inside you?” Mace finally posed the question to what
Obi-Wan had been planning to tell Anakin about.
The redhead settled on. “Please…somewhere far away…as many
months as you can get me.” He whispered.
Mace sighed deeply
and then reached out, taking the other by the shoulder and pulling
him in, tucking Obi-Wan’s head beneath his chin. Obi-Wan’s
initial response was to tense up before he sunk against the other
with a quiet noise.
a posting on the Outer Rims. Nothing fancy, just watch the ships,
keep an eye on pirate activity and radio it in. Uiron.”
Mace arranged it
and Obi-Wan leaves the next day, a bag slung over his shoulder as he
boards the shuttle that will take him to the cargo transport that
will bring him to the Outer Rims. There is no goodbye.
The thought of
saying goodbye is too much and so he leaves mails to everyone that
matters. The ones that matters to Obi-Wan in this hour. Force is
there really just a handful that would care if he was missing or
an odd sensation of loss and being unwanted in his belly settled in
the small quarters, on his way outbound.
Its not so bad,
even being so far from the temple and most of civilization.
He can breath out
here on Uiron, he lives in a small hut with all the surveillance
equipment he would need both to send messages into the Core and
monitor the ships passing by Uiron. The hut he lives in is small and
beyond the necessities, he actually has the luxuries of a rather
large and soft bed.
spent the first two hours just laying in it the, feeling the softness
before he started putting away his things and cleaning out the dust
that had settled.
The hut had a
small fresher, a standard sized bedroom and a combined kitchenette
and livingroom and the surveillance/communication room. Three rooms
to live in, one to work in.
It gets…well not
better but easier.
There is less here
to remind him of what he’s running from and Obi-Wan stocks the
minor fridge of the hut and cupboards with what he needs from the
closest town, taking note of the merchants. Few are permanent
residents but he gets to know a few of them, local farmers, merchants
and even a few mercenary who calls Uiron their home.
There is a moment
Perhaps call it
supplies for the month and…there’s a blond, obviously a mercenary
and Obi-Wan can feel the others eyes on him.
Tall, a bit lanky
but built for his profession.
For a moment he
And then his mind
cries out. ‘Wrong, wrong, wrong! Green eyes, no curls! No scar!
He bows his head
and avoids the mans eyes.
the real reason he’s there becomes impossible to ignore because his
stomach swells, his limbs ache and nausea sets in. One impossible
moment has him breaking down in tears because he swears he can smell
Anakin, the scent of skin and preferred soap and…
It gets easier,
Obi-Wan put his
focus on the babe growing inside him, slumbering beneath his heart.
Heart ache grows fainter as the swell becomes more pronounced and his
visits to the medic tells him its healthy. A butterfly flutter inside him.
He ignores the
steadily growing inbox of mails from the people he knows, responds
only to the council and sends his updates in.
And then its time
for him to leave.
The months feel
like they have passed in a blur, as if he’s been sleep walking and
only awake for the moments when his baby kicks around and Obi-Wan
speaks to him as the flutters continue.
His robe hides
what he doesn’t want to show for now as he disembarks the shuttle
in the hanger, ankles aching and back sore, mind buzzing with
tiredness from the transport.
The man is swept
of his feet, a yelp of shock leaving his throat as arms wrap around
him tightly and that damn familiar scent as his face is smooshed to
dark cloth as his bag hits the floor of the hanger when he drops it
in his surprise.
Finally!” Anakin’s practically vibrating in excitement before
freezing a bit and settling Obi-Wan on his feet, pulling back slowly
to peer down at the other, shock lacing the Force around him as his
eyes settled on Obi-Wan’s swollen stomach.