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gurorori · 8 months

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bein' completely honest here i have considered npd shu be4 soooo often cause the. the shoe fits (laugh please), i feel like his past & family environment cld really serve as a push, in the end cluster Bs r all jus' sets of survival & coping tactics ya adopt into yr personality as a result of unjust treatment & trauma <- this is true

nawt 2 armchair diagnose him but like we shall go over sum npd traits. cause we kno here it ain't jus' high self esteem (when the opposite is usually evident)

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intentionally or nawt i feel like exvalk shu especially fits the npd mold like dat was his entire character conflict /lh (i miss him)

> a grandiose sense of self-importance

need i say anythin'. listen 2 like the first shu voiceline in ! it was literally 'i am the emperor of ymnsk academy'. .. doesn't he also go as far as 2 declare himself the god of this world? like ''kono sekai no kami da' i remember dat. oh & how much stronger & imposin' his timbre was compared 2 how much softer his voice is rn. he was very much self-focused even though it manifested thru valkyrie, he was distinctly treatin' the unit as his creation & his own creation only. the focus on the self is very real

> a preoccupation with fantasies of unlimited success, power, brilliance, beauty, or ideal love

i feel like if ya know shu ya will nod away at every single one of these cause. pre-fall valk <- dat wasn' even a fantasy, i feel like he was really narc-thrivin' back then cause it was the reality, they WERE on top. (srry if ya came here 4 thorough analysis i don' do that round here i jus' show ya smth & we both nod solemnly) success, power, brilliance, beauty, even ideal love (shnz wink?) - exvalk shu is both a perfectionist & a maximalist i think he craved it all, an' even when he has achieved great success he jus' can't get enuff, leadin' him 2 get overconfident 2 the point where he was /dat/ oblivious 2 his own (& valkyrie's, but at dat time he saw valkyrie as himself only, & the rest as just an extension, a tool) imminent demise practically laid out in front of him.

> a belief that he or she is special and unique and can only be understood by, or should associate with, other special or high-status people or institutions

this guy?

the guy who calls the general public philistines & views ppl who don' adhere 2 the same high standards he holds 4 himself imbeciles?

> a need for excessive admiration

the 'go on, praise me more!' guy? it might seem at first like he'd b too prideful 2 outright ask 4 external validation but if ya really look a bit into it, he's very reliant on it.. i think it gets amplified by bein' an idol too, bein' very self conscious of yr image. ofc mr oshisan wld find himself in a field where the entire point is 2 b the center of attention & appraisal.

> a sense of entitlement

i think this jus' circles back 2 every other point i made...!!!! exvalk shu is control & acknowledgment hungry. he wants 2 step on n crush the skulls of every1 who is unworthy & soar thru the skies on the mechanical wings of valkyrie.. or wtv. he is intensely focused on his goal 2 the point of tunnel vision cause he fully believes himself 2 deserve the throne. no1 else can b above him. he despises 'commoners' & those below him yet who brought him all the recognition & glory? wats the expression? rest on yr laurels? dunno if 'm usin' it correctly!!!

i also hope i don' come off as dramatisin' too much. like ik marionette is literally jus' one story but i feel it dat much stronger, i guess. 4 (introject) reasons. i hope these things don' read as a huge stretch.

> interpersonally exploitive behavior

> a lack of empathy

> envy of others or a belief that others are envious of him or her

gettin' lazy. i feel like this cld jus' b self explanatory... i don' wanna go in depth into every single one 4 shu, esp cuz. ya don' need every single criteria 2 match. 4 a diagnosis. but if ya have any specific moments 4 this one feel free 2 add on 👍🏼

> a demonstration of arrogant and haughty behaviors or attitudes

#mika caws #srry like half of these r me goin' 'well it's self explanatory' but it rly is. cause i know him personally.#an' likr all of ya kno him closely too. i don' need 2 wrte an essay. we all kno it's true.#but also i feel da need 2 mention the self esteem bit cuz i feel like its a stereotype dat those with npd have jus'. an unshakable solid #high self esteem which is why they behave & carry themselves da way they do. which is nawt even half of da truth!#while yehs usually 'high' it tends 2 b very fragile cause the things they rely on 2 upkeep it r all said factors like #specifically external validation. individuals w npd tend 2 b deeply insecure n self loathin' too & struggle w low self esteem as well #idk if the high self esteem bein' described as like a 'mask' or a false front is veryyyy correct in the case of npd #i ain't sure how pw/npd feel ab it either so hey if any1 come across it feel free 2 input #but yea i feel like dat bit of nuance is important esp when ya look at exvalk's imminent fall & how strongly it affected shu's entire #interior & exterior. like wow wat a narc crash... r ya ok queen #if any1 finds thjs thru any search stuffs like. pls keep in mind this wasn' meant 2 breach containment #oh an' if sum parts of jt R indeed a stretch idgaf. so many of my exomemories focus on the exvalk period specifically so it's very saturate #in my head. i wasn' writin' this balls deep in marionette i was jus pullin' wat i have in storage

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thirteensfavoritetoy · 1 year

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So here's my story for Thasmin Secret Santa 2022, tagging @thasminsecretsanta and @starstruckthirteen , hope you like it, I'll also be posting it to AO3 shortly.

STARLIGHT, STAR BRIGHT...

"Seriously Doctor?"

Yasmin Khan looked askance at the Doctor after eyeing the unusual sleeping setup that the Doctor had arranged for them on this trip.

They had just arrived at their "campsite" in a clearing near a wooded area somewhere north of Sheffield. As the Doctor had explained on the way, the TARDIS had already dropped off everything needed...which was apparently nothing more than a bed.

But not just any bed of course...

Their bed.

Or at least Yaz thought of it that way.

It was actually a bed from a spare bedroom in one of the TARDIS's multiple bedroom wings, but Yaz liked to think of it as "their" bed, ever since they'd first landed on it...in the console room, no less...following their first unpleasant encounter with Karvanista.

After that, they had shared the bed a few times.

Well not really "shared", Yaz reminded herself. We'd sometimes be wandrin' 'round while talkin', an' I'd get a bit knackered, so sometimes we'd just go into that bedroom 'cuz it was convenient, an' lay on the bed an' keep talkin' till I nodded off. Usually she wouldn't stay, but a coupla times she nodded off too.

OK I take it back, we most deffo did share a bed then, Yaz smiled to herself with that realization. Maybe not "shared" like that but-

"What ya thinkin' 'bout Yaz?"

The younger woman's train of thought was interrupted by the Doctor's voice.

"Hmm, sorreh?"

"I seen ya smilin'."

"Oh that. Emm, just thinkin' 'bout the times we'd be crash out on that bed late at night or whenever it was."

Recalling those shared memories, the Doctor likewise smiled to herself.

"Hmm...yeh, an' it was pretty much always after we'd just done somethin' really cool, an' then we'd be talkin' 'bout it later. Like that time we went to that amusement park on Hydris 9, remember that?"

Yaz rolled her eyes before replying.

"How could I ever forget? You insisted we ride that hypercoaster an' I was sick for almost three hours after that."

"OK that part wasn't fun yeh, but it was still an overall fun day, right?"

"Yeh it was, once I was able to eat again without vomming all over meself."

The Doctor now rolled her eyes, but decided it best to not reply to that and instead changed the subject back to matters in the present.

"So...anyway, got the TARDIS to drop off the bed here. Thought this'd be a nice spot for campin'. Nice weather out tonight, gettin' dark soon, not too much light pollution where we are here, should make for some good stargazin'."

"Hm, well, at least I know the bed is right comfy," Yaz said as she flopped down on the right side...my side of our bed, she thought to herself.

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The two women lay quietly next to each other for a short while, gazing up at the night sky spread out before them, before Yaz spoke up.

"Doctor, I was wondrin'...bedroom that this came from, right?"

"Yeh?"

"Was it someone else's bedroom?"

The Doctor smiled, a gentle smile tinged with sadness as she answered the question.

"Yeh. Amy an' Rory's. The Ponds. Well it was actually Williams but I called 'em the Ponds. Long story. But yeh this was their bed. They used t'have bunk beds but they wanted a regular one. Never understood why y'wouldn't want beds with a ladder. Coolest thing ever."

Yaz snorted out loud.

"What's so funny Yaz?"

"Well...bein' as they were a couple...em, they were a couple, right?"

"Yeh, married an' all that."

"Yeh so I think I understand why they didn't want bunk beds. Not exactly conducive for, uh, relations an' all."

"Well they had the bunk beds for a while when they traveled with me an' it wasn't till later on that they asked for a regular one so I guess they made it work."

The Doctor then made air quotes with her fingers.

'Relations an' all,' as ya said."

Yaz giggled lightly at this, then turned her eyes skyward again for a few moments before asking another question.

"So they were fam before me an' Ryan an' Graham?"

"Hmmmh," the Doctor exhaled out in the barest suggestion of a laugh. "Actually they were. Fam, I mean. Literally."

She paused before continuing.

"I was married to their daughter."

Yaz had to let that sink in for a few seconds before she could wrap her mind around it.

"Wait, is this the wife ya mentioned back when we were fightin' the Sea Devils?"

"Yeh, that were her. River Song...well, Melody Po--er, Williams actually, but everyone called her River Song. 'Nother long story."

"So this were your actual family."

The Doctor's face tensed as the memories of what she'd lost came over her. She licked her lips before answering.

"Yeh. Yeh they were."

"So...where are they now?"

The Doctor closed her eyes, trying in vain to keep the pain at bay. Yaz turned to see the pain on her face and immediately regretted asking the question.

"Doctor, I'm sor--"

"They're all gone."

She now turned to face Yaz.

"I lost Amy an' Rory to the Weepin' Angels. They got sent back to the past. Created a fixed point in time that I couldn't change. An' River..."

She turned away again.

"River died in a library shortly after we first met."

"Emm...what--"

"We were both time travelers, but we never met in the same order. Wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey, I used to say."

Yaz decided to save trying to figure all that out for a later time, and instead focused on the person next to her.

"Doctor, I'm... I'm so sorreh."

The Doctor took in a deep breath, then spoke again.

"Yaz...when I told ya that I couldn't fix m'self to anyone, I wasn't quite honest with ya. I have, in the past."

Pause.

"Me an' River were married for 24 years, in Earth time that is, an' the whole time I knew how an' when it was gonna end. At the library. An' as much as I wanted to enjoy our time together there wasn't a day that it didn't hurt, even if just a bit."

She turned again to face Yaz.

"Graham said that grief takes time, an' he was right. Thing is though, when you're basically immortal, it's like the grieving never stops. The longer ya live, the more people ya love, it's like you're never not grieving for someone ya lost."

Yaz could feel the tears forming in her eyes as the full impact of the Doctor's pain hit her like a ton of bricks. Her Doctor...the one who'd saved the universe and everyone in it so many times, who'd endured so much pain and grief and horror over countless millennia...

Her tears streaked down her face and fell, dampening the sheets.

"Ooh...Yaz..."

The Doctor wanted so badly to reach out, to wipe away Yaz's tears, to tell her that it was all right, but she didn't. She couldn't.

The pair endured the brief but awkward silence as Yaz wiped away her own tears, then the Doctor went on.

"Yaz...I...I don't know if what's goin' on with us now is gonna work...I mean, things bein' the way they are now an' all...but..."

Yaz remained silent, patiently waiting for the Doctor to continue in her own time. After a moment, the Doctor quirked one cheek into a literal half-smile.

"But...well, I'm fixed to ya now."

"But do ya want to be fixed to me Doctor? Not 'cuz ya just are, but that ya want to be?"

The Doctor continued looking directly into Yasmin Khan's dark brown eyes, seeing the depths of love and loyalty that this brilliant and amazing human had for her. She felt her own eyes becoming moist.

"Yes, Yaz. I want this. I want to be fixed to ya. As in properly fixed, like Amy an' Rory to each other."

She swallowed the lump in her throat.

"But honestly, I'm not sure how I can be, considering...well..."

She trailed off, looking downward and away from Yaz as a single tear slowly made its way down her face.

Yaz moved herself closer until their faces were mere inches apart.

"Doctor, look at me."

Slowly, she complied with Yaz's request.

"I want that too, more than ya can imagine, an' I don't know how either."

She waited a beat, then went on.

"But you're the most brilliant person in this universe or any other. An' it turns out I'm right clever too."

The Doctor smiled at this as another tear formed in her eye.

"We'll figure somethin' out, you an' me. An' it might not count for much, but I know a good way to start."

"What's that?"

Yaz turned her eyes to the vast heavens above them, then back to the woman before her.

"Plenty of stars out tonight Doctor."

She made a motion to brush the tear away from the Doctor's face, fingers gently tracing the outline of the Doctor's cheek, causing the hologram to shimmer and sparkle in the starlight.

"Make a wish."

#doctor who #thirteenth doctor #13th doctor #yasmin khan #thasmin #thasmin secret santa 2022 #starstruckthirteen #fanfiction #fanfic

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ember373 · 1 year

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11/20/22 10:26 pm

It’s nearly 1:30 am there. You’re probably sleeping. Sleeping well? I doubt you get restless nights over me. Lol. I’m not that special. :p

It had been a while since we talked. I’d been sick and you…idk. Were being you I guess. Doing your thing. Not really caring where I was? Idk.

We talked today tho. A little. You told me to do what I like. You should really stop telling me that. Lol. One of these days I’ll do exactly what I’d like to and you’re going to wonder why you’re getting a phone call from some deranged little person saying they flew to where you are and could you please pick her up now? >.< I kid. sort of. ;) Joke away the pain, ya know?

I told you that every time I thought of reaching out, I remembered how much of a joke I was to you and that you didn’t respect me and I just couldn’t reach out anymore. It really did crush me. But maybe, not in exactly the way you would think.

You see, I kind of know a bit about you. How you work. Or, at least, I like to tell myself I do. And I could be waaay off, but I don’t really think I am. And here’s the thing. I know you get in this mode. You have this persona. Young Master. YM for short. Cuz I’m lazy. Anyway, I think, you say and do things as YM that you ordinarily wouldn’t. And it’s not that you necessarily believe or mean these things. It’s part of the persona and the ‘sick’ way you get off. And there’s a part of me that understands that. Now I would prefer to be spanked and then cuddled, but you’re just not the cuddling type. Takes up too much of your time and energy and I get that. People fucked you over and this is what you became. And I’m trying to work with that. And I think most times I can deal. But that last time…I guess I couldn’t deal. Because the spank was too harsh and it left me reeling. And there weren’t any cuddles. Even when I asked for them. There weren’t any cuddles. There was just…I don’t want to talk about this right now. *sigh*

Look, I know you don’t like talking about it. I know you’re ashamed. You feel guilty. You feel like you shouldn’t be that way and nobody in their right mind would willingly put up with what you dish out if they had any self respect. Or sanity. And you have a hard time with me because you think I’m this sweet caring person and I deserve someone who will dote on me and care about me and love me and crap, right? But, and I don’t know how many times I have to say this, you don’t get to decide what’s best for me. Hell, even I don’t know what’s best for me sometimes. But, I do know, I want you. Yeh. I still do. After all that’s happened and even now, I still want you.

Deep down I know you didn’t mean what you said. it was my demons taking something and running with it because they want to keep me miserable for some odd reason. But even today, I had a need to know that you really don’t feel that way. I get you don’t deeply respect me. Maybe you just barely respect me? Idk. But I know you don’t necessarily feel the things you stated earlier in the week. But ya know, if you’re not gonna cuddle-at least help clarify. I know I freak out a lot. A lot. I was hitting my head today because I was like fuuuuuck…I did it again. What he always accuses me of. Running away and ending things and being all final. Which I know frustrates you. BUT YOU FRUSTRATE ME TOO!! Grrrrr!!!

When I look at myself in the mirror, most times i literally ask myself what the hell am I doing? What am I doing messing with someone almost half my age? What am I doing thinking I could even remotely fulfill the needs and desires and wants of someone so much younger when there are so many other women out there who are prettier, smarter, kinder, thinner, funnier, more stable…I could go on and on. I think I’m a pretty awesome person, but I know I have my flaws. And i think there’s a very specific person that will be able to put up with me. Ok. Two specific people. One is the one who ignores me and that’s just not healthy. And the other is someone who loves my crazy and my cuteness and my adorableness and I once thought you did, but maybe…now? Not so much. I think it’s only cute in the beginning. And then it gets old real quick. >.< Sorry. :/

So, I know that whatever we have isn’t going to last. Even when I get free…you’re not going to want to mess around with someone like me. You’re going to want kids. You’re going to want someone you can bring home and be proud of. Not defensive of. Your family, your friends, and your reputation. Those are your bottom line. And I realized, I really don’t do anything for your reputation. I bring it down. If I were single, I kind of doubt you would want to tell anyone we were together just because not only am I so much older, but I’m also not a MILF like people joke about. I’m far from it. How you can be the study young master if the person you’re with looks like me? Lol. People will think you’re crazy. You have a reputation to uphold, after all.

I don’t know what’s going to happen from here. Maybe you’ll decide once and for all that you really can’t deal with me. I’m just too much. Or maybe you’ll want to keep me in your life. I have no clue. I do know that I should probably give you some space. I’ve done enough damage and all I seem to do is drain your energy. :/ We never talked about it, but I’m sure all ‘other’ is off. As it probably should be. I’ll try my best not to flirt. It might really be broken now anyway. I think…you appreciate me, but you’re not able to tell me. And that’s something I struggle with. if you told me you appreciated my love, that would be one thing. But you never do. Because you don’t feel I should ‘waste’ it on you. It’s not a waste, but you never listen to me when I tell you that so I guess I’ll just stop trying. I still love you. But I think I’ll just try to hold it in. I hate that, but it might be better for you that way.

I’m sorry I’m so difficult.

I’m sorry I’m so emotional.

I’m sorry I freak out.

I’m sorry I’m crazy.

I’m sorry I turned out to be fat and old and not that cute. >.<

I will never be sorry for loving you. Ever.

I hope you don’t hate me. >.<

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quirklessidiot · 3 years

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title : cigarettes and parfaits [2] pairing : older!nanami kento x younger!reader [13 year age gap, ft toji fushiguro] Genre: romance, fluff, josei, mild angst, comedy, strangers to lovers au

Summary: you’re pretty sure you’d remember marrying a man 13 years older than you, right?

Warnings: alcohol, smoking, mild smut, y/n making stupid decisions, everyones a human-au so yeh non-canon stuff and everyone’s happy (periODT) Notes: tbh idk how marriage works in japan, all i know is that once you have both your signatures in the marriage registration certificate with one witness then you guys r married skdjssks anyways onto the story- also might i add this is happy story?? i promise yall, all youll see is cute stuff in this story bcos fuck angst (ok maybe lil angst since you know plot development) but i stand by that nanami kento deserves that trip to malaysia under the sun with his lover! before i forget to add, the age dynamics is that y/n is around 25 and nanami is 38. no power play and all that, just two healthy consenting adults! sorry for the early delete had some minor corrections :(

Izakaya-informal japanese bar

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*13 hours earlier; a night before at some random Izakaya in Tokyo*

You sat in front of your phone and three bottles of saki, despite your friends advising you countless of times to lay off drinking too much, all sense and warnings are thrown off the window tonight.

You’re clearly far from sobriety as you recall the video chat with your otosan not looking too good and bright, “Why don’t you move back home? It’s not like the teaching job at tokyo is all that great! You’re alone there and your obachan and I don’t like that a lot…” your father’s words haunt you again and again.

Just what was wrong with living alone? And excuse your otosan but you definitely had a very good job at Tokyo High (It was a prestigious academy that paid well, best job out there that you still didn’t know how you landed). You mumbled a few curses underneath your breath, Oh, how much you love that oaf of a father and worrywart of a grandmother but could they lay off the idea of settling down? You were a responsible and good child who never had stepped a toe out of line. Wasn’t that enough already? You immediately downed the drink and let the saki burn your throat down.

“Oh ho, slow down there.” You hear someone say, “You’re all alone and it seems like you have no one to help you back home.”

It seemed like the men on the opposite side of the bar had noticed you.

“I can take myself home, thank you very much.” You mumbled, loud enough for them to hear. Unlike older men who liked to prey on you for your innocent stature. The men who sat across you in the Izakaya didn’t really exude that sort of energy (what can you say, you had a knack of experiencing that, unfortunately).

“Are you sure? We can ask the owner to call a cab for you. She’s a woman and she’s a friend of ours.” the other one in robes pipes in, wait, was that a Buddhist monk?

“No, I’m good. It’s just…” You paused before letting out a long sigh, “A bad time so I need to stick around for a bit.”

The white-haired stranger tilts his head just a bit, “Seems like you and a friend of mine are both going through some rough patches.” he replied, pointing towards his blonde company who you didn’t notice until now.

You wordlessly shifted your gaze towards the office worker next to the Buddhist monk, you hadn’t noticed the blonde man until now. It seemed like he was going through a rough time too since the pair was loud and boisterous enough to conceal his silent presence.

You notice how out of place he looks with his crisp and clean suit, hard gaze, and silence. It made you wonder what sort of man hangs out with two contrasting personalities, “You’re wondering if he’s our friend or our boss, aren’t ya?” the white-haired man asks.

You immediately turn red in embarrassment, were you that easy to read? You try to stutter out an apology but the monk waves it off, “It’s alright, we get it all the time. Contrary to popular belief, Kento is two years younger than us and is our junior from high school.” He smiles.

“Ah,” you nodded mutely, “Sorry. It definitely wouldn’t make sense to see a boss and his subordinates at an Izakaya.”

“Oh, Kento-chan doesn’t usually go out drinking but he couldn’t resist. After all, he’s a father with two very emotional teenage boys.” The white-haired man teased in a sing-song voice. It seemed like the three were close, with the way they were carelessly lounging around the stoic and kind-of scary man.

“I’m starting to wonder if he gets that teasing attitude from you.” The blonde man, seemingly out of his trance, called out his friend. Contrasting to his aloof features, he didn’t mask the annoyance in his tone.

“Oh, uh, do you need help?” you quietly asked, tilting your head to the side in wonder. The blonde man’s head snapped to your direction and quirked a brow.

“And you are?” he seemed to be calculating and observing you from head to toe. It suddenly made you a bit self-conscious because this older gentleman had no business being this good looking and scary at the same time.

“Oh, I’m Y/N by the way. I’m actually a high school teacher.” You introduced yourself sheepishly, “I’m always surrounded by angsty teenagers.”

His gaze narrowed just a bit, it seemed like he’ll be giving you the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he was a bit desperate since he was getting advice from a drunk stranger in an Izakaya out of all places, “So what seems to be the problem, Ojisan?”

He’s still quite hesitant so it’s his white haired friend who speaks out for him, “You see, Kento-chan here just moved last week because of a promotion from Kyoto.” he grins, telling the story for his friend, “His kids aren’t very keen with the moving, well one of them is outright showing it and the other one is well keeping it in since he’s just the sweeter one.”

The white-haired stranger keeps babbling on about how his friend had regretted taking the work promotion because it feels like he shouldn’t have done that. You peerlessly observe the older man��s reaction while his friend talks about his problems to you. He remains stoic.

It didn’t look like it but it seemed like this man had such a soft spot for his kids.

How nice, his wife must be proud of him.

“... and before I forget to add, Kento-chan is very much single.”

You almost choke on your saliva, this friend of his sure knew how to run his mouth. It suddenly dawns upon you why this man had been very worried, he was a single parent who only wanted what was best for his boys but he didn’t even know how he should proceed now.

“Um, ojisan?” You quietly call out, “I think you’re doing great.”

Silence lingered in the air for a bit, you cringed at your rather awkward and forward approach, “Excuse me?” the older blonde man asked, clearly dismayed by your response.

“It’s just…” you ears turn red, not from the alcohol but from embarrassment, “You wouldn’t have moved in the first place if the pay wasn’t better than your old job, right? Plus you’re alone and raising two kids. It definitely isn’t easy to provide for everything alone but I can see that you did some careful reevaluation on the whole thing. Obviously you can’t avoid the fact that they feel bad but you can sit them down and talk to them about how the whole thing was beneficial not just for you but for them too.”

You spoke way too quickly that you wondered if the man could understand you.

The blonde man holds his breath for a moment, “I know…” he mumbles, “I just don’t really know how to talk to them.”

“Well, maybe you could take them out?” You advised, “Spend a whole day with them for a while and just move around with them. Help them get acquainted around their new school or something!”

You watch him silently look at his glass and think it over. Man, if this guy wasn’t older, your obaasan would outright agree and tell you to go out with him since she was never fond of how men weren’t as calm or laid back as he was.

“That sounds plausible. Thank you, Y/N-san.” his voice turned a bit softer and you feel your stomach turn just a little queasy by his tone. God, was the alcohol this bad?

“Well, would ya look at that.” the white-haired man grins, placing his drink up as if he was signaling everyone to cheers with him, “I told you drinking at an Izakaya would solve all your problems. For that, we should drink here again next week!”

The man glared at him yet again, “No. I should be heading home now. I can’t be anymore away from S-”

“Ah, ah. You promised that you’d stay until 2 am.” The white-haired man hushed, “Or I’ll be pestering you for a whole month.”

You could definitely tell that a vein popped on his forehead and his blood pressure was shooting up. Man, you were really starting to doubt that white-haired man was older than everyone in this room. He sure had the mental age of an elementary student.

“You also said I could leave after five drinks.”

“That’s only your second.”

“Satoru…” the Buddhist monk dangerously hovers over his white-haired friend. Wow, middle-age men sure were amusing, “You don’t even drink that well and he has to drive home…”

“Tit for tat, I’ll hire one of my personnel to drive you home after five drinks and I’ll leave you alone for a wee-”

“Please just leave me alone for my whole life.” the blonde man deadpanned.

Unlike you, he wasn't such a bad drinker. Four bottles for him and one more drink for you later, you're both kind of woozy and you had gotten on even friendlier terms with the three men who you now know as Geto-ojisan, Gojo-ojisan, and finally, Nanami-ojisan. Nanami was well into his late thirties while Geto and Gojo were in their forties.

If you were sober, you wouldn’t be making friends with older men. With stories of how easily young people are taken advantage of in the big city, you’d swerve away from them. Luckily, it seemed like they were a good trio and not once did they invite you to sit on their table so you had some good distance between you four and so far, they hadn’t tried anything funny or uncomfortable.

Geto is currently a lawyer, Gojo’s apparently some swanky businessman of god knows what you heard jewelry or something and Nanami was an accountant. A job that he described was ‘dead-end’ and ‘fucking boring’.

“...What happened to your wife, Nanami-ojisan?” you ask, the alcohol slowly shedding your shyness away.

“I told ya, Y/N-chan. He never was married. The way he got the kids was just complicated!” Gojo Satoru frowns, splaying his long limbs in the air, for a man so enthusiastic with drinking, he sure got drunk pretty quickly.

“Really? Didn’t you have a hard time? Wow…” you whistled, “I have such high…” you raised your hand as high as you could, “...respects for like, single parents!”

“See? See? But he can’t get a partner because of that Y/N-chan.” Gojo pouts, “...We’ve been setting him up on dates and such but he keeps bailing on them!”

“I have kids.” Nanami deadpans, narrowing his eyes.

“What my friends are trying to say, Kento has a number of opportunities to bring a partner into his life but he likes to use the boys and his work as an excuse.” Geto surmised, it seemed like the lawyer was also starting to feel the effects of the alcohol since he had become more talkative.

“He’s good-looking, right Y/N-chan? If he probably didn’t act like some fossil from the Triassic period, he wouldn’t have a problem sometimes about the boys having a mother figure!” Gojo rants, making Nanami flick his forehead.

“Idiot, must you tell this stranger all my problems?” Nanami harshly interjected.

“Well, you do know that to actually get a partner, you must get out there, right ojisan?” you try to calm him down, you didn’t want a bar fight to erupt.

“I know.” he rolls his eyes, “But the kids-”

“I know.” You try to smile, “You aren’t very interested in bringing just anyone in your life, right? The boys need a permanent figure and you think dating around is going to help.”

“Holy shit, Y/N-chan.” Gojo exclaims, “I thought you were a teacher? How come you know all this shit?”

“It’s basic, Gojo-san.” you smile, ready to take another swig of your saki, “You should take into consideration that Nanami-san isn’t just anyone who’d settle for less. He needs stability since he’s technically a parent.”

“That makes you a perfect pair, don’t you think?” Geto nonchalantly replies, “I mean, you need a stable man in your life who has all of it figured out and wouldn’t hold you back at all while Kento here needs a person who could not only be a good parent but also be as understanding.”

“That’s…” you chuckle, he technically was right, “That’s definitely odd how all our problems will be solved if we both just went out together.”

“... looks young enough to be my child.” Nanami rejoined, “why would Y/N-san like-”

“I mean, you’re good looking.” you shrug, rather shamelessly, “I wouldn’t mind going out with you. Heck, I wouldn’t mind if I married you.”

Gojo spits out the saki he was drinking all over the table and that makes you cringe in disgust, “As long as he doesn’t get invited to the wedding. I’d marry you. If you’d like we could even get married right here, right now.” you proudly proclaim.

The blonde man is thrown off by your statement yet he’s too drunk to even sip in the seriousness of your words, “Well as much as I agree on not inviting Gojo to my wedding, I don’t know-” he tries to explain.

“You know what, isn’t Geto-san a lawyer? He could have it notarized and all that right now then we could get married. I’ll be a great mom and help you out then you could help me get my family off my back. You scratch my back, I scratch yours!”

Geto is definitely in shock, how odd was it that he even had a marriage registration certificate in his briefcase back in the car too?

You both could just sign it and Satoru could sign it as your witness and he could have it officially notarized since he had his seal back there too.

Solved.

“So, Nanami-san, what do you say? Wanna marry me?”

Oh god, were you shameless.

Who in the right mind would marry a stranger, one who was thirteen years older and a father?

One thing was for sure, your friends were right. You definitely needed to stay away from alcohol.

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anime-allover · 3 years

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I was wondering how reki and langa would react if their s/o is the president of her school club (you can decide whether they are in her club), and has to hold their first meeting soon and s/o gets kinda nervous because it's her first time hosting a club meeting? I will have my meeting soon so I'm a bit worried tho i have prepared my script so yeh lolll

Thank you sm and congrats for finishing ur exam!!!!👏👏👏

A/n: Thank you sm!! Don't worry Reki and Langa got your back!

Warnings: none

S/o's first club meeting| Langa and Reki

Langa

Langa will offer you candy

He don't know what he need to do to not be so nervous

He sometimes think with his stomach

Give you candy with a small note

"Don't be so nervous"

"I just keep giving you candy if you don't stop :)"

"Do you want a massage?"

He didn't wait for your response on the last one

He just do it

He want you to be relaxed

He'll ask questions that the members might ask you

To help you be more prepare

"What activities do you do in the club?"

"Will it be fun?"

"Is it ok for the members to be absent sometime in the week?"

"Will it be bad to eat in the club room?"

"Will there be food?"

"Y/n, I'm hungry" places his head on your shoulder.

You'll be grateful for his attempts

At least he knocked down more than half of your nervousness

Reki

Reki will just be excited for you

"You're the club president!?"

"That's so cool!!"

But he'll catch up on your behavior

"Why are you so nervous?"

"You're the boss right?"

"I don't know how these things work ok"

He'll prep you up and everything he'll cheer you on

"Alright, let me shake all of that negativity out of ya!"

He'll literally shake you

When he stop he'll give himself a proud smile

"It looks like all negativity is out of you thanks to your awesome cool boyfriend!!"

He then take your speech paper and look at you

"I'll be you and you'll be one of the members"

If you have big words on the paper he'll struggle

Then give up in the middle

"Your speech is so good! You'll do great!!"

Thank you for requesting!! Asks are open!

#x reader #sk8 the infinity x reader #sk8 x reader #reki kyan x reader #langa x reader #sk8 langa #sk8 reki

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failedintsave · 3 years

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Ok fine, fine ok. It's Nategaar hours around here today, and I need it to stay out of my current project so here's me purging it from my system til it resurfaces with vengeance in probably like a day.

You Spin Me Round

The rattling of the window panes was audible even over the bass of Murderface's boom box, rain blowing almost horizontally in tropical storm gales. But seasoned Floridians weren't afraid of a little stormy weather, as proven by the groups of drenched partygoers who continued to filter through the door of their crowded apartment.

Nathan weaved his way through the sea of bodies, returning from the keg with four Solo cups balanced overhead, trying his best not to spill everything down his arms. He squeezed into the corner where most of his band stood gathered around a wooden cable spool he'd taken from his dad's hardware shop, the tabletop littered with a scattered deck of cards, an overflowing ashtray at it's center.

"Who the fuck are some of these people?" He grumbled as he approached, passing out beers to waiting hands.

"Shit, man, idunnoe. I invited some chicks from deh show, and I know Magnus told some folks to come back, but deh rest?" Pickles shrugged. "Stuffs closin' fer deh weather I think, people lookin' fer something ta do."

He grunted, handing a cup over to Murderface next to him before reaching across the table to pass the last beer to Skwisgaar wedged between two fawning groupies.

"Shoulda put someone at the door to take money for cups, they're draining the keg." He took a slug of foamy beer, glaring down into the contents. "And there's no room to play games or do anything."

"Juscht play drink-the-beer, who needsch a game for that?"

"Auuuggh that's boring. And besides, I'm really good at that game and we'll run out of beer faster."

"He ams gots a good points."

Pickles rubbed his chin in consideration before snapping his fingers, a proverbial lightbulb going off over his head. "I gaht it."

He scurried off, slipping easily through the throng of bodies towards his room. They watched him disappear, barely a glimpse of fiery red hair visible over the shoulders of their so-called guests. After a few minutes he reappeared with a Cheshire grin and a green bottle of whiskey. He held up his first two fingers, a single die pinched between them.

"Alright, I've gaht a game fer us. First step, we empty dis bottle." He cracked the top and handed it to Nathan. "As you were deh inspiration fer dese shenanigans, you may do de honors."

"Perfect." Nathan tipped the bottle back and took a long pull, passing it off to Murderface to share around the circle as Pickles continued.

"Next t'ings, we need a couple extra players, ot'erwise dis will get real predictable quick." He stood on tiptoes, waving over a few familiar faces from their show. He flagged Magnus down, but the guitarist didn't move.

"What do you want?" He shouted across the room.

"Come play a game!"

"What game?"

"Russian roulette, whaddya think? A party game!"

"What game?" Magnus repeated, moving slightly closer.

"Spin deh bottle!"

That stopped Magnus in his tracks. "Nope. Not this again. Fool me once, shame on you. Hard pass."

Murderface sputtered as he handed off the bottle down the line. "Hold on, what wasch that?!"

Ignoring him, Pickles threw his arms up at the goateed guitarist. "Why not?!" Magnus shook his head and turned back, melting into the crowd. "Ah yeh fuckin' killjoy, fine den!"

Nathan frowned, tracking the bottle's progress around the circle. "Uh, Pickles. Why exactly did you think we'd wanna play that? Together? Do we look like middle schoolers?"

"It's fun! Dere's stakes!" He slapped the die onto the table, smirking around at his audience. "Me an' Tony an' de guys made up dis version back in deh day."

Skwisgaar wiped his mouth on the back of a slender wrist, handing the liquor down to the woman next to him. "Sos you always play deh kissingk games wif your bands?" To Nathan's ear he didn't sound put off, merely curious.

Murderface, meanwhile, was less impressed. "That'sch totally gay! We can't play thisch together, what'sch wrong with you?!"

"Eh, it's just a goof we made up, touring ain't all blowjobs and snortin' coke off tits, sometimes ya just wanna have fun." Pickles reached out and poked Murderface in the belly. "Wouldja lemme finish explainin' deh rules before ya quit?"

The bottle made it's way back to the drummer and he tilted his head back for several long chugs, holding the glass up to the light and sloshing the liquid around. He nodded and handed it off to Nathan again with a wink. Frowning, Nathan took another long draw. He wasn't going to be the first of them to back down from this idea, even if it was stupid.

"Okey, so here's why dis game is different. Dere's two parts." He indicated the die and the bottle with a flourishing gesture. "First you roll de dice. On a one, two er three, it's normal rules. Little smackaroonie. No big deal. Four an' five, ya elevate it a little bit. Makeout, pull some hair, whatever."

"Oooookaaay I think maybe Murderface was right about this." Nathan looked around at his bandmates. True there were almost twice as many girls at the table than them, but he wasn't sure he cared for the odds.

"Schee?!"

"Oh waaaaah, you buncha babies! Yer the one who said you were bored! Let's see whet you can come up with!"

"I'll plays."

Nathan's head jerked to face Skwisgaar across the table. The blonde wore an amused smirk as he focused on Pickles, a faint flush on his cheeks from the alcohol. He cocked his head to the side, accepting the drummer's challenge, golden waves cascading over his shoulder as he moved. Of course that smug bastard would play, this game sounded like a routine Thursday for him.

With a heavy sigh, Nathan's eyes shifted back to the drummer. "Alright. So what's six?"

Pickles grinned impishly. "Oh we call six 'Make It Look Good.' Thirty seconds on deh clock or til ev'rybody else makes ya stahp."

"What the actual fuck, Pickles."

"Ah-ah! Lemme finish! You have options!" He ticked off on his fingers. "One through three you can skip fer a shot. Four an' five you chug a beer. And six…"

The group around the table leaned as one, craning their necks expectantly in the drummer's direction. His eyes flashed as he snickered.

"If you want outta six, yeh gotta run a naked lap around the apartment building."

Thunder boomed outside as if to punctuate the final rule.

"Schon of a bitsch. We need more schotsch if we're doing thisch. I'm gonna get fucked up."

Pickles produced a second bottle and slammed it down on the table in front of him.

"Where were you keeping that?"

"Don't ask questions, are we playin' or what?"

The initial bottle finished it's second loop, landing in Nathan's palm again. With a grunt, he slugged the last of the booze and slammed the bottle onto it's side in the center of the table.

"God I wish there was room to play pong right now…" he picked up the dice and rolled.

The game didn't go nearly as badly as he'd expected, and after several rounds of making out with hot girls and taking shots to avoid kissing his bandmates Nathan was really starting to enjoy himself. Defying statistics, the only six rolled so far had been between two of the girls, and they'd all cheered like hooligans.

And then the fickle dice gods reconsidered their influence.

"Alrights, my toirns." Skwisgaar, who hadn't yet opted out of any of his rolls but was starting to get fairly tipsy regardless, snatched up the dice and shook it in Nathan's face, squinting one eye and grinning. He dropped it, four pips staring back up at him. Laughing, he gave the bottle a rapid spin.

It whirled and Nathan found himself holding his breath, eyes glued to the bottle, a little confused about what he was hoping would happen. Slowly, slowly the neck of the bottle came to rest pointing at Pickles.

"Uh-ohhhh, ya think the keg is tapped? Ya might be outta luck pal." The drummer laughed, pumping pierced brows at the blonde.

"Pfffft, shuts up." Skwisgaar leaned past one of the giggling girls, seizing a handful of Pickles' shirt and hauling him forward into an open-mouthed kiss. Nathan stared as they pulled apart, his skin heating and head swimming with whiskey.

"Well okey den," Pickles stroked his chin, nodding sagely. "Now I see whet all deh fuss is about, nyeheheh."

Swaying upright again, Skwisgaar clumsily flung his hair back over his shoulder. "Whats can I says, I ams a master ats everyt'ings I dedicates my times to."

"Scho like, two thingsch."

"Ams better den no t'ings."

"Hey!"

Nathan zoned out, staring at the table for the next few turns, snapped back to attention by Murderface's repeated 'No, no, no no!' as Pickles rolled a three and landed on him.

"A'right, yer turn Nate." The drummer smirked, sliding the bottle and the die across the table.

"Ugh, are we still playing this? When is it over?"

"Aw aments Nat'ans havingk any funs?"

He raised his eyes to the willowy guitarist across from him. Skwisgaar's thin arms were crossed over his chest, hip popped jauntily to the side. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on his high forehead from the dense mugginess of the apartment, a teasing smile playing over his lips, bruised pink from being crushed against Pickles'. With an effort, Nathan tore his gaze away and redirected it towards the table.

"Fine. Whatever." He started the bottle spinning with more force than necessary, rolling the dice as it rotated.

Six.

Shit.

The rest of the table was already hooting in glee as the bottle spun down, slowing, taking an agonizingly long time to stop. Finally it came to rest at twelve o'clock.

Pointing at Skwisgaar.

The table erupted.

"OH SCHIT! Can't drink your way outta thisch one!"

"Nyeeeeheheheheh! Now's tha real show!"

"Oh dear sweet lord." Nathan covered his face with his hands, cheeks burning already.

"Hey you have an advantage, everything he does looks good."

"Why t'anks you, what was you names again? Monicas?"

"Yeh could always take the second option agin?" Pickles offered, biting back a laugh as he patted Nathan's shoulder.

His heartbeat throbbed in his ears, and something like pre-show jitters fluttered in his stomach, arms and legs tingling.

"Huehuehuehhue, ams lookingk pretty nastys out dere." Skwisgaar's drunken chuckle was underlined by another peal of thunder, window panes jumping in their casings. "Yous gonna gets blowed away."

Fuck that.

He dropped his hands away from his face, narrowing his eyes at the smirking blonde. "Fine. You dildoes want a show?"

His audience yelped as he reached down, grabbing the edge of the wooden spool and throwing it aside, playing cards and ashtray scattering to the floor, bottle toppling to the ground and shattering. Nathan lunged forward, relishing the shocked widening of blue eyes before impact.

Fighting against muscle memory of past football tackles, he grappled Skwisgaar against his broad chest, wrapping his arms beneath the other man's flailing limbs, his palms cradling bony shoulder blades. He walked the blonde backwards into the corner, pressing him into the wall.

"Timer! Start deh count!"

"No don't, I've scheen enough already, augh!"

As Skwisgaar recovered from the initial shock of being sacked, the natural showman in him awoke. Fire coursed over Nathan's scalp as calloused fingers threaded into his hair, holding his head steady as Skwisgaar turned to deepen the kiss. Nathan's clenched jaw unlocked and his lips parted before he could overthink it.

"...seven, eight, nine..!"

The sound of their onlookers counting faded into the background, drowned out by the blood rushing in his ears. He pushed a knee forward between Skwisgaar's thighs, catching a long leg as it wrapped behind his and hiking it up to his hip, leaving the blonde standing one legged like an albino flamingo.

"...fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen..!"

Skwisgaar bit down on Nathan's bottom lip and something in him broke, a cage door swinging open on its hinges. A growl rumbled in his chest as he reached down and grabbed the guitarist's other leg, hauling it up to his waist, lifting the other man from the floor as easily as he would carry groceries up from his car.

"... twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six…!"

Fingers clawed into the material of his shirt, scratching against his back. The sudden urge to carry Skwisgaar away from the party, to drag him back to his cave like a neanderthal, blindsided Nathan and his muscles locked. Sensing the end of their performance, Skwisgaar sighed into his mouth, the pressure of his lips softening as he started to pull back.

"Thirty! Dat's time!" Pickles howled a laugh. "Holy shit guys, dat's game. Ain't nobody gonna top dat act, even if you hadn't broke deh bottle!"

Nathan opened his eyes as they broke off, the heated blue gaze in front of him driving any and all coherent thoughts from his brain. Gingerly, he released one of Skwisgaar's legs, then the other, white boots touching down on the floor, toe-heel, toe-heel. Standing once again under his own power, a slow, crooked smile stretched across Skwisgaar's face, a breathy chuckle shaking his shoulders once. It took every ounce of willpower Nathan possessed to tear his eyes away from the curve of those full lips, and he turned to face the other two members of his band.

Murderface had his eyes squeezed closed, cracking one to peek. "Isch it over? Are they done?"

Frowning, Nathan grunted through his nose like a bull, stomping forward to snatch the second bottle of liquor from the bassist's hands. Glass crunched beneath his boots as he retreated wordlessly to his bedroom, passing Magnus on the way out.

The older guitarist shook his head, curly mane swishing. "I coulda told ya… every time Pickles tries to pl--"

"Just. Don't." Nathan pushed through the hall, evicting the gaggle of strangers standing around in his room and slamming the door behind him.

Hours later, after the storm had slowed to only a downpour and the party had fizzled out, Nathan lay awake on his back, staring at the ceiling. From the second his door had closed behind him, his brain had flipped from a crawl to light speed, hurtling through thousands of moments from the last couple of years, all of them centered on interactions with his lead guitarist. Slender fingers brushing against his own as he passed the tv remote, blonde hair tickling against his arm as they drove with the windows down, the nervous fluttery feeling in his belly at the sound of a dorky, throaty chuckle.

Nathan ground the heels of his palms against his eye sockets hard enough to see stars. How long? When did these thoughts start popping up? And when had he started stomping them down, locking them away without acknowledgement? Sure, Skwisgaar was hot, he wasn't blind, he could admit that much. But this wasn't that, this was...he didn't know what this was.

But he needed to find out.

Swinging his legs over the side of his bed, he crept out to the door directly across the hall. He started to knock, then paused, not wanting to wake anyone else in the apartment. Nathan turned the knob and cracked the door enough to wedge his face into the gap.

"Hey. Psst. Skwisgaar, you in here?" Another thought struck him, an irrational jealous pang vibrating through him. "Uh, you alone?"

The red glow of a digital clock was the only source of light in the guitarist's bedroom, a faint silhouette shifted on the bed, backlit in flashes by the blinking 12:00.

"Nat'ans?" came a groggy voice from the covers. "What ams you doing up? What times am it?" He rolled to check the useless clock and groaned in exasperation.

"Can... can I..?" He didn't wait for an invitation, stepping inside and closing the door behind him, leaning back against it and clutching the door knob like an anchor.

As his eyes adjusted he could see Skwisgaar sit up, scrubbing a hand over his face as he tried to wake up. Nathan chewed his bottom lip, the flesh tender in an not-unpleasant way. For the second time tonight his mind blanked on him completely.

"What's de matters?"

He swallowed. "Uh."

"Nat'ans?"

"Uhhhh."

Skwisgaar waited, studying him in the dark, giving him time to organize his thoughts. It was something Nathan had always appreciated about the Swede, having (mostly) learned a second language, he understood the occasional difficulties Nathan ran into expressing himself verbally.

"I uh. Earlier."

"Ja."

"I didn't. I didn't think that."

Skwisgaar shifted on the bed, turning to fully face Nathan, still waiting patiently.

"That it would…"

"Hm?"

Nathan inhaled deeply through his nose, forcing the last words out in a rush. "Wouldbelikethatthefirstime."

He waited, certain that Skwisgaar would brush it off, dismiss it as nothing, a game. Or worse, that he'd laugh. Nathan held his breath, ready to bolt in embarrassment. This was stupid, he was stupid, what had be been thinking, it had been a game, it meant nothing.

"Ams you sayingk you wants a do-overs?"

He could hear the smile in the other man's voice, cadence low and teasing, but without cruelty. Playful.

"I-I uh." He'd used up his words for the day, instead opting for a jerky nod.

A ghostly white hand reached out in the dark, forefinger crooking, beckoning him.

"Come heres den." As Nathan shuffled forward he could see Skwisgaar's eyes shining like a cat's. "Ams a firm believer dats practice make perfects."

#skwisgaar skwigelf #nathan explosion #pickles the drummer #william murderface #dethklok #metalocalypse #nategaar #the tickets were confusing how did i board this ship?#this game is a version i played in my early 20s #you know the days when everyones dumb and extra h*rny 😳#anyway that's the fic let them all kiss ok bye

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megafrost4 · 2 years

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UMBARA

Episode 7: Darkness on Umbara

The first step towards loyalty is trust

Krell is helping Obi-Wan’s 212th to meet Anakin ARC trooper Fives accompanying 501st

Anakin: does my battalion have to do everything?

“You hangin in there, Tup?” 🥺

“so far, so good, Captain” ☺️

Walkers charging the Umbarans…this is a spooky planet😳

One trooper didn’t even land off the ship and got shot…🥺

Rex: The other battalions are counting on us!

Tup: I can’t even see the enemy

Jesse: that’s why they’re called the shadow people, Tup!

OMG those monsters 😱

Hardcase: that’s not right!

Way to go Fives throwing a grenade down 🙌🙌

Nice work, Fives

Fives: Hardcase, yeh?

Hardcase: that’s what they call me

Rex! Hello bae ❤️

Rex: the General’s given you an order

Anakin: good thinking, Rex ❤️

HE TRUSTS HIS CAPTAIN! I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING HERE, FILONI...BUT IT'S OK, WE DESPISED KRELL FROM MINUTE ONE

Jesse: good old Oddball, always on target

Hardcase: that’ll teach em

Krell...🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

Anakin: I can’t just leave my men

Rex: don’t worry about a thing, sir 🥺

Anakin: you won’t find a more loyal trooper anywhere ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Rex: it is an honor to serve you, General ✊

Krell is a BITCH 🤬

Rex: just treat him with respect, and we’ll all get along fine 🥺

Krell: anyone else wanna stop & play with the animals? Keep moving!

They’ve been keeping up for 12 hours???? Baes…I’m so sorry 🥺🥺

Krell: the men don’t need rest 🤬🤬🤬FUCK YOU🤬🤬🤬

HOW DARE YOU CALL HIM BY HIS NUMBER 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

With all due respect, sir…

Krell: are you questioning my order? 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

Rex is trying SO DAMN HARD to be respectful

Krell is the rudest bitch 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

Hardcase

Jesse: well, leave it to Hardcase to dive in head first 😏

Fives: well, what if he’s wrong, then what?

Rex: this isn’t the time for debate

Tup: eh, it’s too quiet out there

Hardcase: YOU WANT A PIECE OF THIS????

Jesse: I think Hardcase made em mad!

Hardcase: MAKE EM EAT HEAT!!!!

Rex: if we can pull them back we can see them, if we can see them, we can hit them YES BAE, LOOK AT HIM

FALL BACK

Krell: feeble minded clones, get in there and save their necks! 🤬🤬

Hardcase: HAHAHA WHERE YA GOING? GET BACK HERE!

CT7567 do you have a malfunction in your design🤬🤬🤬

FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU I WILL KILL YOU

Krell HOW DARE YOU JAB HIM IN THE CHEST 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

Meanwhile, Fives 😳

Rex: not clones, MEN 🤬

I also have another duty to protect those men

Krell: all right Captain Rex, your opinion has been noted

HE ADDRESSED HIM BY HIS NAME 😳

FILONIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

Episode 8: The General

The path of ignorance is guided by fear

Rex: Jesse take the right flank, Dogma, take the left

Kix: you’ll be ok, buddy, this will ease the pain 🥺❤️

He still calls him Captain Rex, so…yay? 😒

Jesse: you know I wasn’t sure Krell was crazy before, but now, I’m sure

No reckon, no air support *bangs head with helmet* GOSH YOU'RE SO ADORABLE JESSE

Rex takes Fives aside

Rex: that’s the price of war, Fives

Fives: you believe that, or is that what you were made to believe? 🤨

Rex: I believe my code, that’s what I believe 😠

Rex, Fives and Hardcase each lead a group

Oh, skrag…

Dang these centipedes are awful 😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱

Kix: I got him…I got him KIX TAKING CARE OF BUSINESS GO OFF

Kix drags him away

Good job Rex!

Krell watching up top like a 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬 BITCH

Rex got yeeted by the force of the blast but got up like a boss yes! HE'S SO GOOD LIKE THAT...MY MAN CAN HANDLE ANYTHING!

Rex just shooting him as he walks by, so casually 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Rex: hey, Kix, leave it 🤣

Krell just watching like a 🤬BITCH

Sergeant Appo with Krell

Kix: help me with the wounded!

We gotta get these guys out of here 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Rex: forget it we have to leave them 🥺

Kix: we can’t just leave them 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

You sound like General Krell, now…😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳

CT7567 where are you? 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

“Or you will be relieved of duty…” 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

Rex: I’m trusting Fives and Hardcase

Hardcase: I’m sorry, that’s just how I am…made me, hyperactive I guess AND WE ADORE YOU FOR IT, HON ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Hardcase: uh…how am I supposed to do this exactly….🤨

Fives: figure it out! 😒

Hardcase: figure it out, how about you figure it out…I'd prefer a good fight to all this sneaking around 😒😒😒😒😒😒

Fives: I never thought that would actually work 🤨

Hardscase: so how do I start this thing? 🤨

Fives: well, how should I know? Start pressing buttons! 😠

Hardcase: giggling as he spins

Fives shooting them upside down laughing THIS IS SO WHOLESOME

Omg they’re so adorable! Damn Rex, with his rocket launcher like yes

Them laughing is so precious they are having so much fun!

WAY TO GO BOYS!

ATTA BOY, HARDCASE

Krell: impressive…🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

Flames seen in his eyes…could it be more obvious? 😒😒😒😒

Rex: despite Hardcase’s flying, you two saved us all 🤣

Rex is upset they lost a lot of men…clutches his fist 🤬

FILONIIIIIIIII

Episode 9: Plan of Dissent

The wise man leads, the strong man follows.

Hardcase checking up on Fives working on a ship

Gosh, Rex is so beautiful

Krell: blasted insurgents🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

Rex cuts his eyes angrily 😠😠😠😠😠😠😠😠😠

Rex: what can I do? I tried to reason with him

Jesse: great, another suicide mission 😒

Dogma: obviously General Krell knows what he’s doing

Fives: HE HAS NO RESPECT FOR US TELL THEM BAE!

Rex: sir, with all do respect…

He is still treating Krell with respect REX YOU ARE TOO GOOD

Krell: are you troops now pilots? 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

Rex: but they are able to learn and adapt quickly ❤️

Rex: the…assault on the capital will continue as planned

Jesse: so that’s it 🤨

Fives: we just do our plan

Rex: you will be court-marshalled 😠

Jesse: come on if Hardcase can do it

Tup: yeah, he was just crashing 🤣

Jesse: uh, here comes Dogma 😒

Dogma: what’s going on? 🤨

Hardcase: uh, nothing 😳

Rx: we are not independent of one another

Fives: but I am not just another number, none of us are! 😭

Hardcase: I got it…bumps

Fives: Hardcase, what are you doing? 🤨

Hardcase: If I knew I wouldn’t be doing it! 😱😱😱😱😱

Krell: what’s going on down here?? 🤬

Fives: uh, nothing’s out of control here…uuuuuhhh, we are decrypting the alien hardware, sir

Krell: who is this? What’s your CT number

Hardcase: got it. I got it. It’s easy…😳🤗

Fives: what are you crazy???? 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Hardcase: it’s a malfunction, no harm done

Sir…the booby trap, went off 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

…if I had not taken control…

Fives: nice work

Hardase: we can sneak in and be out before Krell knows anything

Jesse: I’m in…we just need a plan

Fives: already got one 😎

Rex lets Hardcase, Jesse and Fives do their plan

Rex: I can’t help you if you get caught

Clones snoring is so cute❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Dogma wakes Tup up, noticing they’re gone

He wants to tell the General

Dogma: do you really want to be court-marshalled?

Rex: smiles curiously at them flying off

Jesse: you know, I’m only doing this cause I don’t like him 😒

Hardcase: I’m just doing this for fun 🤣❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Huge space fight!

Fives: Easy Hardcase, don’t get an itchy trigger finger

Rex took responsibility so they could not get in trouble, aw 🥺

Hey, where are you two going? I asked you a question troopers!

Dogma and Tup…HE IS YOUR CAPTAIN

Dogma: on second thought, it was not that important

Rex: yeah, that’s what I thought 🤬

[missiles whooshing]

Hardcase: this is for the 501st, do it for them!

Jesse: if I know Hardcase, we better leave

Damit Hardcase! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Rex smirks when he sees it explode in the sky

Rex turns to look over his shoulder

Krell has summoned them 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

Rex takes initiative once again…it was my idea 🥺

Rex: Fives!

Rex…poor things…

Krell: make no mistake for crossing me you will pay the price 🤬🤬

FILONIIIIII

Episode 10: Carange of Krell

Our actions define our legacy

Rex asks one more time to reconsider

Krell: some clones are just…defective 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

Krell: I’m afraid they’ll need to be disposed of 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

Rex: what? But sir! 🥺

Fives: eh don’t beat yourself up about it…we made our choice 🥺

Rex feels so bad, he tried so hard 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Kix and Tup are lined up to shoot…led by Dogma

Jesse: uh, I’ve officially lost my sense of humor

Fivs: I hope you can live with yourself Dogma 😠

Fives: wait, this is wrong, we all know it 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

We follow orders..we are men!

They shoot behind them

BITCH! TELL EM, BAE! GO OFF, BAE Krell growls

Rex holds his ground

The enemy has our weapons and our armor

THEY’RE SHOOTING AT EACH OTHER

STOP SHOOTING AT EACH OTHER

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Rex: everyone stop firing we’re shooting at our own men! dramatic opera music WITH ME GROSS SOBBING IN THE CORNER

Dammit

Tup: this can’t be happening what have we done?

Waxer is still alive! Kix found him

Rex: Waxer tell me who gave you the orders to attack us?

Waxer: it was General Krell

We thought they were wearing our armor

He dies as a tear falls😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Rex tightens his jaw

“We all know who did this, but we don’t know why…what I’m about to ask is treacherous

My orders are we arrest General Krell for treason against the Republic"

MARCH ON KRELL

Rex breaks Fives and Jesse out

Rex: General Krell, you’ve been relieved of duty

Krell: it’s treason, then 😳 PARALLELISM PARALLELISM

I will not be underminded by creatures bred in some laboratory

Rex: lower you weapon Dogma…

Rex takes his helmet off: I used to believe that being a good soldier met following orders…we are not droids

Krell: you should have listened to the ARC Captain from the beginning, captain. He was right, I was using you…evil laugh

Now he just did the Bane-Batman break on his back! 😱

Tup come on, Tup…yes, the creature Tup: I stunned him, sir

Rex: nice work, Tup ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Rex on that platform like a BOSS

Krell: a new power has arised the Republic will fall apart from the inside

Rex: you’re an agent of Dooku

Krell: not yet

Dogma: you made me kill my brothers! 🥺

Rex: I said, On. Your. Knees.

Krell: you’re shaking aren’t you?🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

You can’t do it, can you?🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

Dogma shot him ”I …I had to..he betrayed us🥺🤬

Dogma gets ushered off…and that’s it???? WHERE IS HE

Rex looks so sad

Fives: we did it, we took Umbara

Rex: what’s the point of all of this, why? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Fives: I don’t know, sir

Rex: then what? We’re soldiers. What happens to us then? 🥺🥺🥺

FILONIIIIIIIIII TELL US MORE PLEASE! THIS NEEDS TO BE ADDRESSED! THIS IS ONE OF THE MOST TRAUMATIC EXPERIENCES THEY HAVE EVER GONE THROUGH, AND IT JUST GETS SWEPT UNDER THE RUG??????? COME ON

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House of Tricks

Pirate Jay and Harry take a spin through a true house of horrors...Hell Hall.

I felt like the #Descendantsspookytime Hashtag needed more shorts, so here’s a little Pirate!Jay idea I’ve been toying with. I hope you enjoy it!

Also on AO3

WARNING: Some violence and non-con elements

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“Dammit Harry, I don’t think this is a good idea. If we get caught we’re dogmeat.”

Jay eyes Hell Hall warily, pausing on the path right in front of the door to stare at the dark, decrepit structure. Even with all of the decaying, crumbled buildings all over the island, this place still manages to creep Jay out.

Harry pauses next to him to follow Jay’s gaze, but simply chuckles at Jay’s leery expression, slapping him hard on the back as he makes his way past him and up to the door.

“Oy, chill, will ya? You saw the hag at the barge, too, plain as day. Everyone’s tryin’ ta grab all the special holiday garbage today, we can do whatever we want.”

Harry grunts in annoyance when he tries the door and finds it locked. But without a moment of hesitation, his hook is whipped off and already jammed into the lock, as he brings his head close to listen for it to jimmy open.

“But...why Hell Hall?” Jay asks. “We could definitely find an easier mark.”

Harry picks his head up and looks at Jay with a knowing smirk. “What are ye, not up fer the challenge? Aha!” He laughs triumphantly and pops himself up, almost bumping Jay in the face, but he jumps back just in time.

Still smiling, Harry keeps his eyes on Jay as he turns the knob and the door clicks open.

“Cruella’s got a load of rich furs in there, and ye know Cap’n would just love to get ‘er hands on ‘em. Either ta sell or just ta stick it ta the crazy bitch,” Harry notes with a wink.

Jay sighs defeatedly. He knows there’s no way to talk Harry out of making Uma happy. He’d gladly lose a limb for their beautiful captain, so a raid of Hell Hall would be a no-brainer. And evil knows, a “no-brainer” is Harry’s specialty.

“An’ I happened to notice a certain mutt was absent from mummy’s side,” Harry adds, making Jay’s ears perk with interest. “Betcha the cute lil’ thing is here protectin’ the furs. Ya can’t tell me that doesn’t get ya excited ‘bout it.”

Ok, maybe the guy’s got more brains than Jay thought.

He can’t fight the smile that creeps onto his face as he nods at Harry, stepping up eagerly now to follow his crewmate into the house.

Harry’s known for a while now about Jay’s fascination with the De Vil boy. Ever since Carlos first showed up at Dragon Hall, with his too cute curls and freckles, flashing a too bright smile that he hid nervously under a stack of too big books, Jay’s had a strong desire to see more of him. Up until now, this desire has mostly led to a lot of Jay bullying of the smaller De Vil. And while that activity does often lead to touching, it doesn’t so much help Jay with actually talking to the boy. So, the potential to come face-to-face with Carlos outside of school and away from their classmates was more than intriguing.

And scoring loot for their captain in the process was definitely a bonus.

The house seems unusually dark as they step foot inside. Jay’s used to darkness, but not ones so pitch black he can barely see a foot in front of him. He takes slow, very cautious steps as he lets his eyes get adjusted, but when he tries to grip onto Harry to make him do the same, the other teen just scoffs and shakes him off.

“What’re ye doin??” Harry groans, shoving past Jay as he picks up his stride. “We’ll never get anywhere if yeh crawl through here like a baby. Cruella’s gonna skin yer ass five feet fro-”

All is suddenly silent as Jay loses sight of Harry. Jay’s eyes whip around frantically, trying to locate the vanishing teen.

“Harry?” He takes a few more careful steps forward, his breath heaving as he tries to calm his racing heart. He starts to hear muffled sounds coming from...right next to him? No, the floor. Under the floor?

He looks down, aiming his gaze just past the toe of his boots. Grunting sounds are definitely below him...and then a hand is grabbing his foot.

Jay jumps and stumbles back, but the hand stays on his boot, gripping tightly as it pulls...Harry, out of a hole in the rotted wood floor.

“Harry! Jay grabs his arm quickly, dragging him back up onto the main level. “What the hell?”

“Watch yer step,” the pirate moans. “That las’ one’s a doozy.”

“No kidding,” Jay deadpans, leaning forward to peer into the blackness of the hole. “You think that was supposed to be a trap?”

Harry shrugs as they step around the opening to continue farther into the house. “Doubt it. This whole place’s fallin’ apart. It’s probably just a lucky break,” he jokes, chuckling at his own pun. But Jay notices that his pace has slowed down some, and he seems more alert to their surroundings.

What was once an elegant staircase is in front of them, with now overly worn carpet turning up at the ends, nails and rotten wood exposed. Huge drapes of wallpaper peel down from the walls, revealing a flaking drywall and some splintered framing.

Harry stays close to Jay’s side as they slowly ascend the first level of stairs. Jay lets his eyes roam each corner, taking in every possible open space that could have a surprise lying in wait for them.

When they finally reach the first landing of the stairs, Harry exhales deeply, choking back a laugh as he steps back and gives Jay some breathing room.

“Damn, I’m startin’ ta feel like such a lil’ pussy! I don’t know what I was expectin’ ta happen in a big empty house with jus’ a wee pup in it.”

Jay matches Harry’s breathy laugh, shaking his head at his own concerns. He did feel a little silly. What is he afraid of? Carlos is so much smaller and weaker than both Harry and him. There’s no way he could really stir up any trouble.

Jay slumps against the wall, breathing a sigh of relief at his revelation. His brain barely registers a soft kachink sound next to him, almost like the sliding of a metal door. He feels a whoosh of air then, and something zips by his arm. But before he can process what’s happening, he spots Harry’s wide fearful eyes, frozen in shock and locked on Jay.

“Oy, are you ok?” Harry shrieks, making Jay wince from the high-pitched tone. He grabs at Jay’s arm, pulling him away from the wall and standing protectively in front of him.

Jay fixes a confused look on Harry, at least until he cranes his neck around to see the...huge metal spears, jutting out of the wall that he was just leaning against.

He stares at them, stunned, when he feels the warmth of Harry’s hand on his arm. His own limb feels cold when pressed on by the pirate, and looking down he can see why. Trails of blood are dripping down, seeping out of a soaked tear in his shirt where one of the spears must have grazed him.

Harry grabs at Jay’s sleeve and rips the bottom half off, revealing a superficial cut across Jay’s bicep. Luckily it’s not bleeding much, and Harry simply uses the torn sleeve to tie over the wound, sealing in the blood as best he can, for now. They have plenty of first aid items for patching it up once they get back to the ship.

Jay nods a silent thank you to Harry, rubbing his arm that’s starting to sting. They both turn to peer up the stairs, quietly assessing their next move.

“Ya think...there’s more?” Harry hisses, peering up the darkened stairs. Jay starts to shrug, but a faint voice upstairs captures both their attention.

“Have you had enough?”

Harry and Jay both whip their heads toward the railing to see Carlos standing there, arms crossed and looking defiant.

“If you’ve got any brains in your skulls, I recommend you get the hell out now before you really get hurt.” Carlos’ challenging stare never falters, but Jay can see a slight shake in the boy’s shoulders even from his vantage point well below him.

Still, Jay’s never seen Carlos attempt to stand up to him before. The usually timid boy was acting bold, even a little vicious, as he did his best to stare down Harry and Jay in his home.

It was definitely hot.

“Yeah, right,” Harry teases, laughing at Carlos’ threat. “What else are yeh gonna do, lil’ boy? Throw yer big bad books at me?”

Harry slaps Jay on the back with a smile, motioning with his head for them to go upstairs. Jay nods silently and starts to follow behind him.

“Yeh better run, pup. You don’t wanna know what’s gonna happen to you after we catch yeh. I don’t appreciate lil' cutesy things tryin’ ta make threats at me.”

Carlos just shakes his head and pulls out some kind of remote from behind his back.

Jay pauses, eyes widening as Carlos hovers a finger over one of the buttons. He quickly jumps over and grabs for Harry to try to pull him away, but it’s already too late.

With the press of the button a soft click can be heard from above, and the clunk of something heavy dropping. With that a large white object on a rope comes hurtling towards Harry, connecting solidly with the side of his head and sending him toppling backwards on the steps. Jay leans forward to try to catch him, but the teen’s heavy frame takes them both down onto their backs, sprawling them uncomfortably onto the landing.

Jay groans, bracing himself on his arms as he slides his body out from under Harry. Harry is completely distracted and unhelpful, gripping his head tightly as he yowls in pain.

Jay spots the offending object just a few feet from where they lay and drags himself over to examine it. Rocks of all sizes are strewn all over, clearly spilling from the white...what looks like...a paint can?

“I tried to warn you,” Carlos calls out to them, giving an unconcerned shrug. “Now leave before something worse happens to you!”

Carlos backs away from the railing to leave, but stops in his tracks when he hears a loud growling.

“Ya lil’ runt!” Harry bellows, pushing himself off the ground and charging up the stairs.

Carlos screeches and makes a run for it down the hall, rapidly pushing buttons along the way. A hail of paint cans starts swinging at the stairs, but Harry’s speedy in his rage, darting and ducking through the barrage. Jay jumps into action to follow Harry, catching one of the paint cans just before it clocks him in the face and keeping his grip on the paint can as he runs. He uses it to knock away anything else that swings his way, averting paint can after paint can until he makes it to the top of the stairs. Once he’s successful, Jay drops the can and tries to catch up to Harry just in front of him.

“Harry! Stop! There might be more-”

Harry’s arms fly up just then, and his feet go over his head as he slams down onto his back with an infuriated grunt.

Jay slows down, swinging his arms out for balance when he notices a black substance streaked across the floor.

“Oil??” He whines, dragging his feet slowly towards Harry, who has yet to try standing up. “Stay there, Harry.”

“I’m gonna kill that mutt,” he mutters as he waits for Jay to grab his hand. Together, they manage to flip Harry over, and he carefully scoots over to the wall to slide himself up to standing.

“Chill, Harry. You’re just pissed that pup keeps outsmarting you. Maybe you should think about listening to me before you rush around every corner.”

Harry perks a brow at Jay. “You’re lovin’ this, aren’t ya? I think yeh’ve got a boner for that boy’s brain.”

Jay snorts, dragging himself to a stop as they reach Carlos’ door. “Fuck you, Hook. For your information, he’s got a cute ass, too.”

Harry throws his head back to laugh but winces, grabbing his still throbbing head. “Just lemme give ‘em one good rap on the head fer payback once we catch ‘em, then he’s all yours. I just wanna get Cap’n her furs and get outta here.”

Jay shakes his head as he slowly starts to turn the knob. “I’ll think about it. Just go for the furs, ok? I’ll take care of Carlos.”

Harry nods, putting his hand on the door to push his way through. But Jay stops him with a firm hand on his chest.

“Whoa, boy. What did I just say about going slow? We’re not out of the woods yet.”

Harry hesitates, then decides to take a step behind Jay, waving him to go in first.

Jay creaks the door open and is met with inky black darkness. He pushes it wide, opening it as far as he can to try to cast the dim twilight from the hall inside to illuminate his way as much as possible. It’s not much, unfortunately, so Jay does his best to squint his eyes into the blackness. The small beams of lights flicker over a flash of silver in front of them, so Jay opts to pull Harry in along the wall, choosing against finding out the hard way if that glint was from a blade of some sort.

“Stay against the wall,” he hisses, pressing Harry back. They sidle slowly, keeping their bodies as flush as they can with the walls inside the dark room. Jay can see a small sliver of light and grabs at Harry’s arm, pulling him to follow faster. They’re SO close, and Jay’s getting desperate to free them from Carlos’ wrath before anything else happens.

Jay’s fingers finally fumble around a door handle, and he quietly sucks in his breath once he has a good grip.

“Heeeere’s Jay!” He taunts, yanking open the door and pulling Harry with him.

Carlos jumps up quickly from his spot on the floor, the remote bouncing in his fingers from his sudden action. Jay leaps forward to successfully grab it away, releasing an unsteady Harry in the process.

“Aha!” He shouts triumphantly, holding the remote over a wide-eyed Carlos. But before he can react, a stumble and crash from behind Jay has them both turning, just in time to catch Harry’s yelp and deafening clang.

“It’s a fuckin’ bear trap! Jay!” Harry screeches, bouncing around as he lets out little squeals of pain. The trap is latched to the back of his pant leg, barely attached but most clearly grappled to some skin, if Harry’s pained expressions and sounds tell them anything.

Jay clamps a hand to Carlos’ shoulder, pushing him back against the wall and throwing him a menacing glare. “Stay,” he demands, finger pointed right into Carlos’ face. The boy squeaks, but nods quickly.

“Jay! Jay! Get it offfff! Get it off!” Harry pleads as he wails pathetically.

Jay rolls his eyes and stomps forward, grabbing onto the trap and ripping it off with one strong tug. Harry howls and grips his leg, ripping apart the rest of his shredded pants so he can check for any blood.

“It’s just a scratch, calm down,” Jay sighs. “Now suck it up and go get your booty,” he tells Harry with a wave of his hand. The open door had revealed the mass of furs in the room they just braved, ready and waiting to be stolen.

Harry claps his hands excitedly when he spots the furs, jumping up to hurriedly start yanking them off the hangers and over his shoulders.

“No!” Carlos yips fearfully, reaching out to stop them.

But Jay pushes him until he thuds back against the wall, bracing his arms on either side of Carlos’ head as he dips in close to his face.

“Can it, pup. Don’t you think we deserve a little something after what you just put us through?” Jay whispers, ghosting his breath over Carlos’ lips. The boy sucks in his own breath but remains stiff and silent, refusing to look up and meet Jay’s gaze.

“I’m impressed you know,” Jay continues after the boy doesn’t respond. He lets a finger drag across Carlos’ shoulder, following along the neckline of his t--shirt and up his neck, tilting his chin so his eyes meet Jay’s.

“You could have really fucked us up with those traps,” he says to frightened brown eyes. “I almost lost Harry there a few times. And you owe me a new shirt.” He picks up his elbow, showing Carlos his torn bandage sleeve.

Jay lets his free hand slide up Carlos’ shirt, splaying his fingers across a smooth, freckled abdomen. He can feel a slight hitch of breath, and his lips curl into a smile that brushes against Carlos’ mouth.

“Maybe I can just take this one?” he teases, lifting the boy’s shirt up a little.

But a shadow of contempt clouds Carlos’ eyes, and he uses both hands to yank his shirt back down, knocking his forehead against Jay’s to force some space between them.

Jay chuckles as he steps back some, shaking his head as he lifts a hand to cup Carlos’ cheek.

“Firey little thing, aren’t you? We’ll just have to see if we can break that. Uma likes her crew to have some spark, but not if it means you might rebel against your Captain.”

“Cap’n?” Harry interjects, walking back towards Jay. He’s covered in dozens of furs, wearing a few himself while the rest are draped over both shoulders. “Is tha runt joinin’ our crew?”

“I’d say so,” Jay replies, pulling Carlos closer by the neck. “Uma would love to have someone clever around that can lay traps like that. We’d never have to worry about intruders making it on the ship alive.”

Harry’s eyes brighten as he shakes his head furiously. “Oh yeah! And imagine if tha bitch was kept away from her furs by her own lil’ boy. That’d really get ‘er blood boiling.”

“But, I don’t want to,” Carlos answers, his voice weak and shaky. He startles and backs up when Jay leans forward and presses their lips together firmly.

“Sorry if I made you think you had a choice in the matter, pup,” Jay tells him when he pulls away. He drops down and quickly hoists Carlos over his shoulder, prompting a yelp from him as he’s lifted off the ground.

“Alright Harry, let’s get back to the ship.” Jay follows as Harry trudges his way out of the closet, moving slowly underneath the massive pile of furs.

Jay shifts to adjust the wriggling boy he’s carrying as they leave Hell Hall, wrapping an arm across Carlos’ hips and clapping the other down on a perky round ass. “After this crazy house of tricks, I think I deserve a little treat, don’t you?”

#descendants spooky time #Descendents #jaylos #jay x carlos #jay son of jafar #harry hook #Carlos De Vil #pirate!jay #pirate!harry

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tellywoodtrash · 3 years

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immj2 01.04.21 lb

lmao, guess i'm back on my bs.🤷🏽‍��️🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️

vansh don't know shit about "his" riddhima, if he thinks she'd “bina soche-samjhe pee jaati” esp. after that paralyzing crap he pulled. she should tell him that and prove it's the real her.

can he stop answering every question with another question?????? so annoying.

this whole scene is so fucking dumb. anyone with a brain cell can tell it's obviously truth serum, coz he can't kill her and needs the truth.

“tum pregnant nahi ho kyunki tum riddhima nahi ho.” coz................. only one woman on the planet can be pregnant at a time? amazeballs logic, sir.

gotta say i love R 2.0 and her completeeeeee refusal to abide by V's fuckery.

WHAT THE FUCK HE JUST TACKLED HER TO THE GROUND JFC MAN EVEN IF SHE’S NOT PREGNANT THAT CAN’T BE HEALTHY FOR HER BONES

hahahahaha she's like "you want riddhima? i'll give you riddhima, bitch" and JUST plants one on him.

ofc he's the kinda weirdo who keeps his eyes open while being kissed.

lmaoooooooooo he lost himself in it. riddhima’s got a magic tongue huh? that proves her identity like some kinda biometric, but also soothes angry husbands into submission.

lollllllllllllllll he's having a real crisis of faith. coz if this is riddhima, man has he fucked up BIG TIMEEEEEEEE. if it isn't riddhima, he's still fucked up big time, by letting humshakal girl tongue-kiss him into oblivion.

he's so fucking stupid, why won't he just get a DNA test...................... WHY WON'T ANYONE IN THIS SHOW GET DNA TESTS WHEN PPL WHO LOOK LIKE OTHER PPL SHOW THE FUCK UP OUTTA NOWHERE ACTING FUNNY???

oh wait. does he think this is riddhima after all? coz he's ranting about dhoka and all............ if she's a doppelganger then kaahe ka dhoka????

ofc, aryan walked by and heard the rant. abbe yaaaaaaaar.

WHO THE FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK DOESN'T LOCK THEIR LAPTOP WHEN THEY WALK AWAY????? VANSH-I-WANT-ALL-MY-SECRETS-KEPT-FOREVER-RAISINGHANIA THAT'S WHO. MAIN TOH SUSU KARNE BHI NA JAAOON WITHOUT LOCKING MY COMPUTER. I’M NOT LEAVING MY SHAMEFUL INTERNET HISTORY OUT THERE FOR THE WORLD TO SEE.

oh ghar mein naya siyaapa yeh hai ki siya went off somewhere, despite vansh locking her up in her room. man, wtf he's really turning into some 90s movie villain dad.

ishani happy and vansh realllllllll unhappy about siya joining ishani's ranks of being a “bitch” (which is what this show calls all women who have a mind of their own............)

anupriya, you shoulda saved all this momming for the shitty boys you raised, instead of pushing patriarchal bs on the girls.

“siya vansh raisinghania ki behen hai, koi uska baal bhi baanka nahi kar sakta!!!!!!!!!” uh...............................

ppl would wanna murder her PURELY for the reason that she’s YOUR sister, dumbass.

ugh this sasta!vansh and his ganda saxophone playing (always the same irritating tune). nahiiiiiiiiiiii chahiyeee humeinnn. mujhe mera kabirrrrrr do wapassssssssssss!!!!!!!

siya has taken vihaan bhai's “taadna is free of cost” motto to heart and is drinking the shirtlessness in. i'd be all for it if it was literally anyone else other than her own brother-dad's clone.

he’s like does your mom know you’re here, does your family know you’re here? she’s a fucking grownass woman, vyom. a dumb bitch who shouldn’t be out here unsupervised, but........ she grown.

OMFGGGGGGGGGGGGHE KEEPS SAYING “CHERRY” AND I LEGIT THOUGHT THAT WAS FAKE!RIDDHIMA’S NAME TILL NOW.................... I JUST GOT IT IN THIS SCENE, THAT HE WAS ACTUALLY SAYING THE THE FRENCH WORD “CHÉRI” AND THAT’S HOW HE REFERS TO ALL WOMEN.

her parvati bani poo parivartan is khaali looks mein haan, she still calling him AAP and talking like a coy little baby.

LMAO EMBARRASSED FOR WHAT???????? HAVING A TINYASS UNNOTICEABLE RIP IN HER THICKKKKK DENIM JACKET?????

yeh banda shirt hamesha paas rakhta hai, par pehnta nahi. it’s like his version of a fire extinguisher. if it’s being used, things have gonna hella wrong.

alskdjalskjdlaskjdlaksjlk he’s made a new saxophone dhun named after her. height of romance!!!!!!!!!!!!!! vansh bhai, kuch seekho. nahi, aapko toh hamesha biwi ko paralytics ya zeher ya truth serum pilaana hai, ya baat baat par goli maarni hai.

ishani is right, siya really needs to get out more, coz if she’s falling for this kinda basiccccccccccc bullshit..............

aryan has brought dadi to see riddhima waala proof. it doesn’t need to be April 1st to know that iska bohut bada popat banne waala hai.

yup vansh is here to dunk on him nice and good. oh aryan......... idk why you even try.

sassy vansh is the ONLY tolerable vansh.

oh daaaaaaaang aryan real mad, calling him bastard and all. show OTT pe aane ko wait kar raha tha aryan, taaki asli gaali bulaa sake.

dadi: “kisi par ilzaam lagaane se pehle dus baar soch liya karo.” coz............. that’s what YOU did, before you put everything that was happening in this house on riddhima’s head? even though you had zero proof???? i really think vansh needs to take dadi for a MRI or some shit coz her behaviour is just bizarre these days.

ofc he’s gonna answer it like WOH ZINDA HAI, MERE DILLLLLLLLLL MEIN.............

ok “yaadon mein”, same difference.

ishani, a spouse is for more than just sexual gratification. lord. everyone in this show needs so much couple’s therapy.

WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU HAVE YOUR LOCATION ON FOR HER TO TRACK, ANGRE??????????? OMG YOU’RE THE WORST SECURITY PERSON FUCKING EVER. KHANNA BHAIYYA BHI ITNE BEWAKOOF NAHI THE.

asakdjlaskjdlaskjdlksajdfkjsd angre legit contemplating leaving his boss ka most valuable asset unattended coz his wife wants to fuck.

riddhima’s like yeah go, mujhe nahi mil raha toh kya, tum toh at least mazze le lo.

angre is convinced this is riddhima bhaabi. giving kasme vaade of even dying for her.

hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha he thinks vansh/riddhima were IDEAL COUPLE...... dude, isse zyaada ideal toh biryani aur ketchup waala combo hai.

godddddddddddddddd anyone with a brain cell has by this point deduced ki this is real riddhima and she’s doing all this to save vansh from vyom in some way. stop taking the audience to be as idiotic as the main characters, show.

lmaooooooooooooooooooo vansh was all I’LL FIND SIYA and now he’s just sitting in the living room with his angry bird face till she decided to waltz in the front door. sooooooo.......... ishani can track her hubs, but you telling me vansh doesn’t have a tracker on siya????

what hulia??????? everyone’s ragging on siya’s new style while ishani and riddhima and that lollipop chick can wear whatever the fuck they want? what nonsense.

lmao everyone’s horrified to find out that siya’s learnt the basic definition of feminism. itne saal tak they kept her in the house so she wouldn’t know, but hawa lag hi gayi ladki ko.

precap: lollipop girl rubs up against vansh warning him ki aryan knows his secret. aryan and angre haathapaai as the former tries to shoot riddhima. they’ve framed the scene like he got her, but i bet he didn’t. koi aur aa gaya hoga saamne.

#ishq mein marjawan 2 #immj2 #immj2 lbs #episode liveblogs

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saferemercer · 3 years

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Worthy

June 26th, Late Evening, After the Queen’s Gala

"There ya go lass, she's all set for yeh!"

Safere glanced at the dwarf gryphon master, still holding the winning ticket in her hand. To the right of her, stood Snowbeak, the majestic, white Wildhammer gryphon she had just won in a high society raffle. The beast was immaculate; feathers shining in the moonlight, beak seemingly polished to a mirror sheen and talons sharp as adamantine steel. She was straight out of a storybook.

Safere looked down at her rented tuxedo; a crab meat stain on her collar, one cufflink gone and her shoes having stepped in something grey and slimy. She didn’t want to think about that too much. All in all, she felt pretty damn foolish standing in front of this paragon of gryphon-kind, ready to take her as a mount.

“So uh...you have any tips for how to...uh, care for her?” she asked. “I mean...I have another gryphon, but he’s older and kinda half-blind…”

The dwarf chuckled, unlatching the gryphon’s chains. “Oh, Snowbeak is ah’ feisty young lass, she’s gonna want ta’ fly around prettah’ often. You’ve got ah’ roost fer her, yeah?”

Safere rubbed the back of her head. “Yeah...definitely,” she hoped.

“Good, good. She needs tha’ best of care! You gala types can manage that, ah’m sure. You ah’ knight or ah’ cleric of some kind?”

Safere rubbed her head, harder. “I’m...a...uh, protector.”

“Protector! Ha, tha’ sounds good! Yeah, Snowbeak is fit fer the grandest of adventures. The soarin’ clouds, the tallest mountains, the greatest-”

“I get it, I get it,” Safere said, through gritted teeth. “I’m...sure we’ll have a wonderful time together.”

The dwarf shrugged and gave Snowbeak a final pat on the snout, before he opened the gate and led her out of the pen. Safere walked up to her, trembling just a little. She raised a hand and brought it down to touch her beak. The gryphon stared into her eyes, as she was touched. Safere swore she could sense a subtle disappointment in those eyes. She sighed.

“I know, Snowbeak...we’ll...make this work,” Safere said, now starting to regret ever taking a raffle ticket.

July 20th, Mid Evening, Crowsfield.

Snowbeak was screaming at her. Well, squawking might have been more accurate, but it sure felt like screaming to Safere. If the beast could speak common, she had an idea of the level of vitriol she’d be experiencing right now.

“I know, I get it, you’re angry!” Safere grumbled, trying to clean her feathers with an old brush. “We don’t...we don’t fly as often as you’d like...and I wish I could fix that, but I just...don’t travel as often as some people. Ok?! Buddy doesn’t mind, do ya pal?”

She turned to the black gryphon in the pen next to her. The cross-eyed, older gryphon was chewing on a large ferret he had caught earlier that day, but in the same way a tired farmer might sip on a tall glass of sweet tea. He was in no rush.

As if Snowbeak could understand Safere’s words (she was almost certain she could, some days), the majestic gryphon snorted at her, in seeming disgust.

Safere sighed. “Yeah, I know, you don’t like being compared to Buddy. But he’s the only gryphon I’ve ever really known before, so maybe we can just-”

Snowbeak raised her legs and flapped her wings right in Safere’s face, knocking her to the ground, landing flat on her ass in the dirt.

“Oh, fine!” Safere shouted, lying down in defeat. “Have it your way! I’ll just let you-”

“Might I be of assistance, Miss Mercer?”

She looked up to see a man in copper colored armor, standing above her, offering a hand. She turned around and gripped his palm, rising back to her feet. She recognized the man immediately. He was the only one she knew who would wear a fully enclosed helm in such sweltering weather.

“Mordecai, right?” Safere asked, despite knowing she was right. She just..hadn’t spoken to him that much.

He nodded. “Indeed, Miss Mercer. Mordecai Sharpe, at your service.” He sounded calm and helpful, even if his expression was entirely unreadable. That copper-colored mask he wore always bore the same neutral, placid expression. His eyes were the only thing that could be seen. Kind brown orbs, blinking every so often.

Safere sighed, dusting off her trousers. “Well, uh, have you got any experience with gryphons? At least more than I do?”

Mordecai nodded once more. “I rode one for nearly a decade. Back when I was a more...active member of The Silver Hand. She was a gorgeous creature, fair and swift...but I didn’t appreciate her at the time.”

Safere blinked. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that I...neglected her,” he began to say. “Not in the sense of health or feeding, I assure you. I always kept her well fed, clean and cared for. Until the day she died, she never missed a meal, nor was she abused. But…”

The man’s shoulders fell, for but a moment. “I didn’t truly appreciate her. I never even named her. Not really. Whenever a fellow knight would ask me, I would say something like...Silverwing or Judgment. But it was a hollow excuse for a title. I simply didn’t care. She was a beast to be used for glory. Much like a sword or a shield. Cared for, certainly. But never loved. Never seen as more than a tool.”

Mordecai turned to look at the gryphons. “Do I have your leave to approach her?”

“Sure,” Safere replied, shrugging. “Just be ready, because she’s in a mood.”

He walked up to Snowbeak, slowly reaching into a pouch on his waist and retrieving a handful of wildberries. Once he reached the gryphon, he held out his palm and let her eat from it. She did so with some trepidation, but soon enough, had cleaned his gauntlet entirely. She then leaned her head against his arm, as he stroked her gently.

“A beautiful lady...you should be very-”

“HELP!”

Mordecai and Safere turned around to see a young woman running toward them, a distraught expression on her face. The paladin ran forward to meet her halfway.

"Miss, what is wrong?!"

"Please, they took my brother, please they took him into the forest-"

He laid a hand on her shoulder...and she seemed to calm down, enough to explain more clearly, at least. By then, Safere had joined Mordecai by his side and was listening closely.

"She took Theodore, the...some witch, I saw her snatch him from his bedroom window and take him into the moor! I tried to run after her, but these...skeletons rose up from the dirt! Undead monsters! Out in the Bleakmoor! Please sir, miss…please help my brother…” the girl wailed, tears welling in her brown eyes.

“We have no time to lose. Miss, return to your home and wait for us there. We will find him. Safere,” Mordecai said, turning to face her. “Might we-”

She nodded, already running back to Buddy. “Come on!” she called back. Fiddling with her ebon gryphon’s chain, Safere mounted him and pulled the reins. He may have been an older gent, but Buddy knew when it was time to get serious. Years of getting Safere out of sticky situations had given him a kind of sixth sense. He rose to his feet and flapped his wings, ready to burst off.

Mordecai was running up now, while the young woman returned to her homestead. He looked at Buddy and Safere. “I...don’t know if I’ll be able to fit on there with you. Or if your gryphon can carry my extra bulk,” he said, gesturing to his mix of chain and plate mail. “Perhaps if-”

Safere shook her head. “You’re taking Snowbeak!”

The paladin shook his head. “No, miss Safere, she is yo-”

“This is not the time to argue, pal! Get to it!” Safere shouted.

Mordecai nodded and ran to the ivory bird, expertly climbing upon her saddle without even a wayward twitch from the proud beast. She shrieked out a battle-squawk and took to the air almost immediately, leaving Safere and Buddy to catch up.

They were soaring above the hills now, keeping low enough to spot any figures...if it wasn’t so bloody dark.

“I can’t see a damn thing down there!” Safere shouted, the wind coursing through her hair.

“Let us remedy that,” Mordecai roared back. “Cover your eyes, Mercer! For just a moment!”

Safere did as she was told, bringing her wrist back across her eyes, just as the night turned to sunrise in front of her. Her peripheral vision was a holy inferno, but it soon faded enough until she felt comfortable to gaze openly again. Mordecai was still glowing, casting a net of light across the hilly moor below.

“There!” he said, pointing down. Sure enough, no longer shrouded beneath a barrow-hill, Safere could spot a crowd of figures. Over a dozen skeletal warriors, covered still in the dirt and grime of their former resting places. Most gripped broken hatchets and rusted blades. A couple held ancient shortbows. These two decrepit snipers took aim as Safere and Mordecai came down upon them. With surprising dexterity, an arrow was loosed, aimed right at Snowbeak’s chest.

But the gryphon saw it coming, swiping the missile away with a talon. The other shot toward Safere and Buddy; its aim was less true, allowing them to dodge the projectile with a quick turn. By then, the two of them were landing. Hard.

Snowbeak smashed into the center of the undead, scattering two of the boney bastards into splinters. Mordecai pulled his great morningstar from his shoulders, the flanged head gleaming with golden fire, as he slammed it into the rotting ribcage of another, crushing the sternum and wasting the foul creature away.

Safere came down less glamorously, but no less effective. Her cutlass in one hand, silver edged and shining, slicing through the skull of the axe wielding monster nearest to her. The foolish archer she had landed by, tried to swat Buddy with his bow, only for the elder gryphon to grab him in his beak and snap his spine.

“Interlopers!” A shrill voice screamed. Safere turned to see a wretched old hag, twisted and deformed, holding a young boy by the scruff of his pajamas. The child was wailing, kicking at his captor, to seemingly no avail. “You will not stop the sacrifice to Gorak Tul!”

“Gorak Tul is vanquished, fiend! Killed in his own realm of shadow and failure!” Mordecai growled, shattering the knees of an approaching skeleton. “You will accomplish nothing!”

“Yeah, you suck!” Safere helpfully added, stabbing another undead.

“Fools! Gorak Tul’s spirit lingers, forever! And I will be his new bride!” the witch shrieked, raising a twisted dagger to the child’s throat. “The boy’s blood will show me the way!”

Safere grit her teeth, looking around for any options. There were still a half dozen skeletons advancing. Buddy was fighting off one more to her left. Snowbeak...was gone. Where had she-

Mordecai let loose a sharp whistle. The gryphon moved so fast, she was more of a blur of white upon the wind, than any discernible form. Just as the witch had barely begun to look behind her, she was rammed by the Wildhammer gryphon, sending her gangling form flying forward, her loose grip on the boy’s shirt going slack, as he fell a few feet to the ground.

Safere ran over to him, making sure he was unharmed. Aside from some dirt stains and a bruise on his shoulder, he seemed to be fine, if still wailing and terrified. Within that handful of moments, Mordecai, Buddy and Snowbeak had dispatched the handful of remaining skeletons, their bones scattered and unmoving. The witch...lay in a defeated pile nearby, groaning like a sickly weasel.

“You are beaten, monster. Submit and be judged!” Mordecai commanded, his aura pulsing like wildfire. He stood above the subdued wretch, morningstar at her throat.

The witch mewled and raised her elongated arms, in a show of surrender. “I...yes, I am defeated! Oh, brave and powerful paladin! I...submit to your mercy! Please!” Her yellow eyes wide and pleading.

“Mercy! How could a villain such as you deserve-” Mordecai began to say...before stopping and sighing. “Very well, witch. You will come with me, bound and subdued...to be judged by the people of Autumnhearth! And see what mercy they lay upon you!”

The paladin barely shifted his gaze, but for a mere moment, he did glance at his belt, to retrieve a length of rope...only for Safere to watch as the hag began to channel a pale blue energy in her palm.

A Ruinous Bolt! Safere thought to herself. She had been researching just last night. In a flash, she drew her Gnomish pepperbox from the back of her trousers and fired. One, two, three, four…

Her aim did not fail her. Each silver shot ripping into the hag’s flesh, with the last metal ball landing right between her sour yolk-yellow eyes...which made the spell in her palm fade away and the witch slump back onto the ground, as dead as her would to be husband.

Mordecai looked back at the shot riddled body and exhaled. “My thanks, Miss Mercer.”

She nodded, sweat dripping down her forehead. In her arm, the young boy blinked and wiped away tears. “That was...so loud!” he squeaked.

“Ah yeah...sorry about that, Theodore,” Safere said, grimacing. “But it’s over, your sister is waiting for you.”

The boy nodded and hugged her, still crying, but less feverishly. Mordecai came over to him, kneeling down and offering a hand.

“How would you like to fly on a gryphon, master Theodore?” he asked.

For likely the first time that night, the boy smiled.

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The reunion with Theodore’s sister (Charlotte, they learned) was full of more tears and smiles alike, but the boy was soon returned to his own bed, with a small number of local farmers promising to watch over the house until morning. Mordecai would join them, sitting down by the front fence with Safere. Snowbeak and Buddy waited nearby.

“That was...an exciting evening, wouldn’t you say, Miss Mercer?” Mordecai said, having removed his mask, among the two of them. Safere had seen his burned visage before and grown accustomed to it. The permanent half grin across his partial lips and exposed cheek, were little more than a beauty mark to her by now.

“Hell of a lot more...fighting than I expected, that’s for damn sure,” she said, sipping from a glass of fresh milk. Supplied by Theodore's grateful farming family, after the two of them had refused the meager amount of silver they had scraped together as a reward. “But this is good cow juice.”

Mordecai sipped from his tin straw and nodded. “Indeed. Regardless, you fought well. Thank you again for your expert shooting.”

Safere chugged the last half of her moo-juice and stood up, brushing off her pants. “Don’t mention it, Mordo. Last thing I needed tonight was having to tell Wes that her Warden took a Ruinous Bolt to the chest.”

He chuckled and stood with her. “You recognized the spell? How impressive.”

“Yeah, all that reading paid off, just like Mere said it would,” Safere replied, smiling.

“You make the steward proud, I’m sure,” Mordecai said, resting a hand on her shoulder. “Are you returning to Easthollow with your gryphons, then? They’ve had a busy evening too.”

“One of them, yeah,” Safere said.

“Good, I hope they-”

The paladin turned to look at her, confusion in his eyes. “One of them?”

“I’m leaving Snowbeak with you, Mordo. You made an incredible team. And I’ll be damned if I’m gonna break that up.”

Mordecai shook his head, raising a hand in disagreement. “No, Miss Mercer, I couldn’t accept such a-”

“First off, call me Safere. Or Saf, even,” Safere said, making sure her cutlasses were properly attached to her belt. “Secondly, I’m not gonna hear any arguments on this. Snowbeak deserves someone like you. Someone brave and worthy of her. Someone who can make the best use of her skills. And that ain’t me.”

The man was silent for a moment. “You are worthy of more than you think, Mi...Safere. And you are as brave as any champion of the Hand that I’ve ever known. You joined me in the search for Theodore without a second thought. Lent me your steed, without hesitation. Charged into the mass of undead and stood by my side.”

He whistled, causing Snowbeak to trot over. Mordecai rubbed her neck and watched as she nuzzled back. “If this is your desire...your command, I will do so. I will care for and love Snowbeak, as I failed to do for my former steed. But never believe it is because you are unworthy. Promise me this.”

Safere sighed and smiled, looking down at her boots for a second or two. Before returning his gaze and nodding. “I promise.”

He nodded back. “Good. Also, I ask that you bring Buddy along to visit every so often. The two are quite...attached.”

She blinked and looked from Snowbeak to Buddy. The white gryphon was looking back at him, softly cooing. Buddy in turn was waving his wings slowly and...prancing?

“Buddy, you scoundrel!” Safere exclaimed, laughing. “Have you been laying down some moves behind my back?!”

Buddy squaked, shaking his wings and hopping up and down. Snowbeak scraped her talons in the dirt and squawked back.

“Best warn your gryphon master of the possibility of eggs, in the future, eh?” Mordecai cautioned, chuckling along with her.

Safere gave him a thumbs up. “You bet. Keep safe out there, Mordo! See you soon!” She left with a spring in her steps, mounting her flirtatious bird and soaring off toward Easthallow. The wind in her hair felt like energy flowing through her. She let out a loud “woooooooooo!” and grinned.

It had been quite a night to fly.

#warcraft ocs #warcraft story #short story #gryphons #safere #mordecai sharpe

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talesfromgringolandia · 3 years

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Prince of Nothing - Bo and Shen Ch.4

Inspired by art by Taras Susak:

The rain poured down, tearing up the river and drenching the two miserable figures who were hunched in the small, wooden boat. The sail hung soaked from the mast, and both siblings had the hoods of their cloaks plastered uselessly to their heads. The dense swamp trees on either side of the water were almost invisible through the dense mist, as the children shoved the craft along with the long branches they had improvised as poles.

"So, Shen!" Bo yelled over the downpour. "What do yah think of our first adventure!"

His little sister shot him a grin. "Better than sitting another day in that borin’ old house!"

As she was looking at her brother, her eyes settled on a shadow forming in the distance. "Look!" She pointed. "Is that Mount Elkin?"

Bo turned and saw the massive form. "I think so!" Walking to the back of the boat, he hesitated before reluctantly sitting down in the shallow puddle next to the rudder. "Can you keep us movin' while I steer?"

Shen nodded and, with new found purpose, jabbed the pole into the river bottom, sending the boat gliding forward through the heavy rain.

"Come on, almost there!" Bo encouraged. "One more push. One, two, and...." He put his shoulder against the stern and heaved alongside Shen, pushing the boat the last meter into the mouth of the cave. The volume of the downpour dropped dramatically as they passed inside. Bo leaned against the boat, panting despite the cold, miserable wetness, admiring the curtain provided by the harsh rain.

We're pretty lucky to have found this cave, he thought. He had been hoping for an overhang, at best. This exceeded his most eager expectations.

"Bo?"

"What is it, Shen?"

"I don't think we're alone."

"What?" Making his way towards his sister, he found her leaning against the boat just like he had been, staring at the back of the cave. Covering the ground back there was a pile of white petals, or flowerheads of some kind, with a couple of the parent flowers still desperately clinging to some cracks in the rock. Two chains, originating in huge metal weights, wound their way into the pile of petals.

“I think whoever’s chained up is underneath the petals,” Shen whispered.

Bo nodded slowly.

“Maybe we could wake ‘im up!” she suggested.

“No,” Bo immediately replied, and glanced behind him at the mouth of the cave, where the rain showed no sign of letting up. What did Dad always say about mitigation of risk?

“Alright, Shen,” he decided. “This is what we’re gonna do. You’re goin’ to sleep in the boat, and I want you to make sure you have your spear right beside you.”

“Why?” Shen seemed genuinely perplexed. “What about you?”

“I’m goin’ to stand out here and keep watch, make sure that whatever’s chained up over there keeps its distance.”

“Why, is it dangerous?”

A new voice suddenly entered their conversation. “Oh, yes, quite dangerous.”

Both siblings' eyes shot towards the mass of petals on the floor which was beginning to stir as whatever was underneath woke up. With a sudden flurry of petals, the pile flew apart, revealing two huge, black, decrepit wings. Black armor protected his purple skin at his legs and wrists, and his torso wore what looked like a leather tunic. Black hair hung from a shallow, scarred face.

The owner of the wings winced as he refolded them against his back.

“You have wings!” Shen gasped, taking a step towards the stranger before Bo grabbed her by the arm.

The prisoner glanced behind him, as if just noticing them for the first time. “Oh, I suppose I do.” He looked down at the rest of his limbs. “Arms and legs, too.”

Shen giggled.

“Who are you?” Bo demanded.

The creature coughed a humorless laugh. “Better question is what.”

Shen interrupted. “My name’s Shen, and this is my older brother Bo.”

Bo shot a death glare at his sister, then looked back at the winged prisoner to see that he was also staring at Shen, although in a different manner. He seemed almost curious.

“Ok, Mr.Prisoner,” Bo said, “I don’t think we have much to interest each other, but it's pourin’ real hard outside, so my sister and I need a place to stay. Can I trust you to stay on your side of the cave, and we’ll stay over here?”

“Would you trust the word of a monster you found in a cave?” the creature asked.

“I asked you a question first,” Bo insisted.

“Fine. You stay over there. I’ll stay over here. I never saw you.” He hugged his knees and stared at the floor. “I was hoping you might be with the alchemist…”

Shen gasped. “Did you say alchemist?”

The prisoner smirked. “Did I stutter?”

“Did you hear that, Bo? He might be -”

“Shen,” Bo growled in a no-nonsense voice. “I don’t trust this creature.”

“I do have a name,” the prisoner drawled.

Bo glared at him.

“You can call me Carapit,” the winged creature said.

“It's a beautiful name,” Bo replied, turning back to his sister.

“Now what's gonna happen, is you’re gonna climb into the boat,” he instructed in a whisper, “and you’re gonna go sleep with this right beside ya.”

He handed her a fishing spear, a wooden staff with a sharpened tip. “I’ll be out here, keepin' guard against Mr.Carapit.”

Shen grasped the edge of the boat, prepping to haul herself in. “Bo, do yeh think he’s evil or somethin'?”

He paused. “I don’t know, Shen. But 'e's probably chained up for a reason, and I don’t wanna find out why. He admitted that he was dangerous.”

“But then maybe he can control 'imself.”

Bo sighed. “Shen, I made a promise to Mum and Dad to keep you safe. And that means that we’re going to stay as far away from creepy purple folk we find chained up in caves. Okay?”

Shen scoffed and hopped into the boat. “Alright…”

Bo took up position at the front of the boat, leaning against the keel with his fishing spear in hand. Carapit lay his head on his knee, gazing at Bo with interest.

“Do you sleep?” Bo asked.

“You’re very protective of your sister,” the prisoner noticed.

Bo didn’t reply. After a moment of silence, Carapit smirked, then lay down on his side, facing away from the boat.

Bo tried to stay awake. But the boat ride had been long and exhausting, and try as he might, he just couldn’t stop his eyelids from closing.

#fantasy #fantasy writing #writeblr #writing #serial #fiction #venus #amwriting #bo and shen #carapit #taras susak

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hyperion-moonbabe-art3mis · 4 years

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Hey babe! Can you write a Bellamy x reader in season 1 where Bellamy is in denial he has feelings for Y/N so Jasper and Monty try to flirt with Y/N to get Bellamy to admit it? Thanks! 💕 💕

A/N: Okay. So I know I’m supposed to be writing my next part of the Virago series but I saw this request and so many ideas popped in my head, I just had to write it. I based it off 01x08 “Day Trip” because I thought the scene with Jasper and Monty worked perfectly. This was honestly longer than I expected but not as long as I wanted. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed what I wrote! Love ya Ria!

Word Count: 1.4k

Beauty Boat

~Bellamy’s POV~

Bellamy is going around camp making sure the delinquents are following his orders and making sure the camp is functioning. He checks up on Mony and Jasper who are bagging some nuts for rationing.

“Hey, make as many as you can. We’re gonna need a lot,” Bellamy says making his way over to the best friends.

“I don’t think that’ll be a problem,” Monty responds gesturing to the pile they have yet to crack open and bag.

“Well just try to be quick. Clarke and I are about to leave the camp and we need rations,” He responds sternly.

“Yo, Bellamy. There’s your girl,” Jasper chuckles taking notice of Y/N walking through the camp.

“She’s not my girl,” Bellamy states.

“Oh come on, it’s so obvious you have feelings towards her. Just admit it.” Monty chimes in.

“I don’t. I respect her that’s all,” Bellamy brushes off what Monty just says. He continues to check the rations that they put together trying to just ignore their comments.

“Well, if you aren’t gonna jump on that beauty boat then I will. You in Monty?” Jasper says and looks over to Monty with a smile. They knew what they needed to do to get Bellamy to finally admit his feelings for Y/N.

“Hey! Y/N!” Monty yells to Y/N.

“Monty!” Bellamy whisper yells.

~Y/N’s POV~

“Hey, guys. What’s up?” You ask the best friends and Bellamy.

“Just putting together some rations of nuts. Care to help?” Monty explains.

“Don’t mind if I do. How are you, Bellamy?” You ask.

“I-- uhhh, am good. You?” He responds.

“Good, hows everything going on in the camp?”

“Fine. Speaking of, I gotta make sure no one is umm slacking,” Bellamy walks off to some other kids in the camp.

You turn to the best friends, “That was...weird. So, what can I help with?” You ask.

“Well, could you smash open the nuts? While Monty and I sort and bag?” Jasper sees if you’re open to it.

You take a handful of uncracked nuts and set them in front of you, “Hey, Y/N check this out,” Monty taps your arm. You turn to him and see him holding a nut and Jasper with his mouth open. Monty tosses the nut and it lands in Jasper’s mouth. The two best friends high five themselves, their little thing they do.

“Nice! Hey,” You say and open your mouth to see if you can catch one. Jasper picks up a nut and tosses it, you catch it in your mouth. Before you could even chew, Monty tosses another one and you catch it again.

“You guys are lucky that I have fast reflexes,” You all laugh as you point your finger between them. Bellamy notices you guys but just shrugs it off as you guys bonding as friends. Little did he know Jasper and Monty have ulterior motives.

You start to pick up nuts and put them in front of you to start opening. You try to smash the rock onto the nut to crack it open, but it just doesn’t happen. Monty notices that Bellamy is coming out of the Dropship and looks like he’s about to leave. He nudges Jasper so he can try to get Bellamy to notice them.

“Hey, having trouble?” Jasper asks noticing you haven’t opened one yet.

“Uhhh, yeh. How did you do this?” You ask back. Jasper notices Bellamy on his way over with Clarke.

“Uhh, here,” Jasper moves behind you. He puts his arms around you and his hands on yours, making sure that Bellamy noticed.

“So, for me, it took a couple of tries. But the best way to crack it open is to hold the nut so this line is straight up. Then you take the rock,” Jasper puts his hand on top of yours which is on the rock and raises both of your hands together. “And use all your force to smash it,” He then forces both of your hands down to smash the nut.

“You guys make a good team,” Monty adds as he notices Bellamy getting a bit uncomfortable.

“Well there’s nothing better than teamwork while smashing some nuts open,” You say. Jasper and Monty both let out a small snorty laugh as you hit both of their arms playfully. “Not that kind of nut smashing,” You glare at them shaking your head before letting out a snorty laugh yourself.

“Come on, that is not one you could escape. Plus. That one was amazing just like you,” Jasper tilts his head at the innuendo that you just made while also trying to get Bellamy even more bothered. You smile and look down at the complement Jasper just made about you.

“I think you’re pretty amazing too,” He smiles back at you. Bellamy just walks past you guys with Clarke and grab some rations.

~Bellamy’s POV~

“You seem pretty bothered at what’s happening over there,” Clarke whispers to Bellamy gesturing to Y/N and Jasper flirting a bit.

“No, I’m not. I’m just trying to get out of here as fast as possible. We don’t want to get stuck out there,” Bellamy brushes it off.

“Really? Come on, even I can tell you have feelings for Y/N. You gotta tell her before someone else sweeps her up.” Clarke whispers back.

“Like Jasper and Monty? They’re all just really good friends. Plus I don’t really think she’s looking for anything.” Bellamy starts to walk away from the three as Clarke follows.

“Ok, you’re definitely bothered. If I didn’t know any better, it looks like you’re losing your chance to admit your feelings. We’re not leaving until you do,” Clarke points to Y/N and Jasper now singing and dancing around each other and then stands her ground.

Bellamy looks behind him to see the three laughing, singing, and dancing together, “Fine. Fine.” Bellamy puts up his hands and starts to walk over.

“Hey, Monty, Jasper can I talk to you guys?” Bellamy makes a come here gesture to them.

“Yeh, just keep opening those nuts. We’ll be right back,” Jasper says to Y/N before making their way to Bellamy.

“Alright, you guys win,” Bellamy whispers to the two best friends.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Jasper smiles.

“Go get your girl,” Monty adds in.

~Y/N’s POV~

You continue to open the nuts, but still have to hit them a few times until the finally open. You see Bellamy as he makes his way over, “Hey, are you and Clarke about to head out?” You ask waving at Clarke behind him.

“Uhh, yeh. But before we do. I just wanted to tell you something,” Bellamy looks down as his voice gets quieter.

“What is it?” You ask as you set the rock down and lean against the makeshift table.

“I umm… I--I really think you’re great and are really amazing and handling things under pressure,” Bellamy starts.

“Uhhh… Thanks. I could say the same about you,” You respond in the silence. Bellamy looks behind him at Clarke and the two best friends, looking at him expecting him to admit his feelings. Bellamy turns back to you and takes your hands into his.

“It’s not just that. I would’ve never thought I’d meet someone as amazing as you down here and if I’m being really honest I have feelings for you, that I thought I’d never I would have for someone down here,” Bellamy stare into your eyes, hoping he didn’t ruin your friendship.

You look down and bite your bottom lip, “You’re pretty amazing yourself. I honestly couldn’t imagine life down here without you,” You respond looking back up at Bellamy and smile.

“Hey, you ready? We should go before it gets too late,” Clarke says coming up to the two of you.

“Uhhh, yeh. I just forgot to grab something,” Bellamy lets go of your hands and grabs another bag of rations next to you.

He and Clarke start to walk away, “Bellamy!” You say catching up to them.

“Yeh?” He turns back to you.

“Don’t die out there,” You smile and kiss his cheek.

“I won’t,” He smiles back and turns away to continue to walk out with Clarke.

You turn around to go back to the rations station. As soon as you turn around you catch Jasper and Monty doing their little high five thing, “What did you guys do?” You furrow your brows.

“What?” Jasper asks nonchalantly.

“You guys only do that little high five thing when something goes your way. So, what did you guys do?” You ask again mimicking the high five and then crossing your arms.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Monty says making his way back to the ration station.

“You guys aren’t getting out of this one. I’m gonna find out,” You chuckle shaking your head and follow them to continue making bags of nuts.

#the 100 #the 100 x reader #bellamy blake x reader #bellamy blake #jasper jordan #monty green #the 100 rewrite #the 100 imagine

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neerasrealm · 4 years

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as you begged for more, here is a free pass to do another soulmate AU piece. this will appear in your inbox three times. More can be added after asking for it

OK OK IVE HAD THIS ONE IDEA FOR A LONG TIME. soulmate can hear your thoughts but slenjack. hope yall enjoy this one because it’s long and it gets both fluffy and angsty :)

‘’Jack! Jack c’mon!’’

‘’I’m coming, Isaac!’’ the colourful clown called as he chased after the young, blonde boy. He giggled as he ran in circles after his best friend. Tag wasn’t their favorite game to play, but they had found a small field not too far from Isaac’s house, and it was perfect for running around in.

‘’Like that’d happen…’’

Jack stopped where he was and looked around, confused. Was that a voice? It sounded like it was right behind him- or beside him- or- above him??? Just that it was close. The voice was unfamiliar too. Deep and...posh. Unlike anyone Jack or Isaac knew. He blinked, looking around.

‘’Who was that?’’ he called out, looking around confused. Isaac stopped and turned to him.

‘’Eh? Whatcha talkin’ abou’ Jackie?’’

‘’I heard someone-’’ The confused clown turned around in circles. ‘’Hello??’’

‘’Y-You can hear me?!’’

‘’Well yeah I can hear ya! Why wouldn’t I?’’ Jack called out. ‘’Where are ya??’’

Isaac frowned and walked up to his friend. He tugged on the clown’s colourful sleeve. ‘’Jackie, he whined. ‘’Who’re ya talkin’ ta?’’

Jack turned and looked down at the boy. ‘’Ya can’t hear them?’’ he asked. Isaac shook his head.

‘’C’maaan, I don’ wanna play pr’tend witcha righ’ now!’’ he whined again, tugging his friend’s hand. Jack smiled a bit.

‘’Alright- sorry.’’ he reached down and picked the boy up, putting him on his shoulders. ‘’Sorry mr voice! But I gotta best friend to play with!’’ he chirped. Isaac giggled above him and Jack took off running.

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‘’I’ll be righ’ back, Jackie.’’ Isaac called as he hopped off the bed. His friend gave a nod and smiled.

‘’Alright kiddo! Enjoy dinner!’’ he chirped. He watched Isaac leave the room and lay down on the boy’s bed. I mean- if you could call it that. It consisted of a thin mattress that hardly did anything and a scratchy blanket that provided barely any warmth. Not to mention the pillow. It may as well just be the case and nothing else. Isaac’s room was tiny, and had very few pieces of furniture. A wardrobe that didn’t really serve a purpose, considering Isaac had maybe three outfits, a bedside table that had absolutely no use because there was nothing to put on it, and a toy chest. The toy chest was definitely the most useful piece of furniture there. Isaac had a lot of toys. Gifts from Jack, who was the best toy of them all.

As Jack lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, his thoughts wandered as they often did. He couldn’t help but think about earlier...the strange voice he’d heard. He frowned. ‘’Who was that anyway?’’ he thought.

‘’H-Hello?’’

Jack shot up, looking around the room. ‘’Mr voice??’’ he called out. ‘’How’dya get in here?’’ he asked, tilting his head.

‘’I’m...I’m not with you. I’m in your head.’’

‘’In me head?’’ Jack blinked. ‘’Like a crazy person?’’

‘’No!’’ the voice replied. ’’We’re...soulmates. We can- hear one another’s thoughts.’’

Jack gasped. ‘’Can ya hear me now??’’ he thought.

‘’...Yes…?’’ his soulmate sounded confused. Jack giggled in excitement.

‘’This is like in the storybooks!’’ he mentally exclaimed. ‘’With the prince and the princess falling in love…’’ Jack’s eyes widened. ‘’Are we in love?!’’

‘’I...don’t know we- we just met?’’ his soulmate was just getting more and more confused. ‘’What- what’s your name?’’

‘’Jack.’’

‘’J-Jack??’’

‘’Yeh. Somefing wrong?’’ Jack frowned.

‘’No no- I just thought you were...female.’’ Jack’s voice was fairly high-pitched. Chirpy and feminine. He shook his head even though the other couldn’t see him.

‘’No. I’m a boy.’’ he replied. ‘’Whats your name, Mr Voice?’’

‘’...Slender. My name is Slender.’’

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‘’Slender.’’

‘’Mmm…’’

‘’Slender!’’

‘’Hm…?’’

‘’Slender, ya awake??’’

Slender rolled over in his bed and let out a soft groan. He sat up a bit, looking around the darkness of his shared bedroom. He glanced to his side at his twin brother who was fast asleep in his own bed, his glasses resting on the bedside table. ‘’Yes, Jack?’’

‘’Isaac wanted ta meet ya.’’

Slender paused for a moment, then sighed. Jack’s timezone was behind him, so it wasn’t as late for him. He was probably curled up in bed next to Isaac, the young boy he spent all his time with. The young boy he’d been made for. Jack was a toy, made by an angel to be child’s best friend. It was sweet...and explained why he acted like a child. ‘’Alright. Tell him I said hello.’’ he lay back down again, staring at the ceiling.

‘’He says hi. And he wants ta know how old ya are.’’

Slender puzzled it over for a moment. His age? Well- he wasn’t born on earth so he couldn’t give an exact answer. ‘’I’m...very old. If I were to guess I’d say...maybe a hundred and fifty to two hundred.’’

‘’WOAHHH, REALLY??’’

Slender couldn’t help but chuckle, mentally of course. ‘’Yes.’’

‘’How’re ya so old?!’’

‘’I was born a long time ago, I suppose?’’

Slender stayed up for the rest of the night, talking with Jack, even after Isaac went to sleep. Eventually his soulmate fell asleep, and stopped responding to Slender’s thoughts. Despite himself, Slender ended up falling asleep on the living room couch, his hands around a cold mug of coffee. When his siblings asked him why he’d fallen asleep there, he couldn’t really think of an explanation. He didn’t exactly want to tell them about Jack...not yet, at least.

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‘’So...has he left for boarding school?’’

‘’Yep.’’ Jack replied. He lay on the floor of his box, drawing with a box of crayons, his legs kicking in the air. ‘’He’ll be back soon though! It’ll only be a few months ‘e said!’’ he added cheerfully. He paused and rolled onto his stomach, looking up at the ceiling of the box. ‘’You’ll keep me company, righ’ Slender?’’

‘’Of course I will Jack.’’’

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‘’...’ey Slen?’’ the voice in his head made Slender look up from the plate he was washing, even though there was nobody to look at.

‘’Yes, Jack?’’ he asked. His soulmate’s voice was...quiet. Sad, almost. And it had become deeper, slightly rougher.

‘’Ow long ‘as i’ been since I go’ in ‘ere?’’ he asked softly. Slender paused for a second, softening.

‘’It’s...coming up on four years, I believe.’’ he answered. Jack had been stuck inside his box for a very, very long time. He was still hopeful that Isaac would come back, and Slender doubted he’d been abandoned but...still. He worried about him- he didn’t have the same energy he once had. He’d have days, even weeks, where he was sad and inconsolable.

‘’Why’s i’ been so long…?’’

Slender sighed. ‘’I don’t know, my love.’’ he murmured. Audibly. As if Jack were there with him and not trapped in a tiny box in Isaac’s room. ‘’But he’ll be back soon, I’m sure.’’

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‘’S-Slender-’’ Jack called out feebly. He was crouched on the floor of his box, staring at one of the corners. He trembled. ‘’Slender?!’’

‘’I’m here.’’ his soulmate sounded worried. ‘’What is it?’’

‘’T-The corner-’’ he choked out. ‘’I’...me colours…’’ the box’s interior was just- white. But this corner...the corner where Jack had been sitting in for the past two days was stained slightly. Red where his head had been resting, orange where his shirt had been, splashes of various rainbow patterns- they were...his colours. He shook his head, his air falling into his face. The tips of his hair were faded, a pale and desaturated version of the bright cherry red Jack was used to.

‘’What do you mean?’’

Jack looked down at his hands. They were thinner, bonier, and his short nails had begun to grow sharper and longer. ‘’I fink...they’re fading…’’

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‘’Swee’ear’?’’ Jack murmured out as he lay on the floor of his box, scratching his boney claws against the floor.

‘’Yes, sugarplum?’’ Slender replied. A nickname he’d given him, after the sugarplum fairies from ‘The Nutcracker’.

‘’Wha’s ‘appenin’ ta me…?’’ he asked shakily, his voice wavering. Six years. He’d been here six years now. Over the course of those years Jack had become quieter, more prone to tears, so...lonely, so desperate to get outside of those four white walls. His face was white, and his hands were blackened and bony. His clothing...the colours on them had faded and become desaturated versions of what was once bright and colourful. Cherry red hair had become pale and faded. It was disheveled and hung loose around his head rather than being bouncy and fluffy like it once had.

‘’...I don’t know.’’ Slender replied. It was silent for a long, long time. Jack felt so alone, yet Slender was there, always there, soft and loving. His only lifeline, his only support. The only friend Jack had left. ‘’...I don’t think Isaac is coming back, Jack.’’

He curled up, whimpering, ‘’Don’ say tha’.’’ he whimpered feebly. ‘’Please don’...’e-e’ll be back…’e would’n’...’’ he sniffled, on the verge of tears. God he- he needed someone- anyone, to hold him. He just wanted to be hugged, to feel a hand through his hair, to feel another body squeezing him- he- he wanted...he wanted Isaac...yet it was Slender’s name he found himself whimpering as he lay there limp, sobbing gently to no one but a voice that couldn’t do anything to help.

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Slender tugged his scarf up as he stood on the doorstep of his house. He leaned down and grabbed his case, then turned to the doorway where his three siblings stood. He gave the best smile a faceless creature could. His youngest brother, Splendor, bounced where he stood and whined a bit before rushing forward and hugging him tight. ‘’You’ll come back, right??’’ he asked, staring up at his brother with watery eyes. Slender chuckled and pat his head.

‘’I told you, I’m only going to meet someone. Then I’ll come back.’’ he murmured.

‘’And you’ll be safe, won’t you?’’ his twin asked. Slender chuckled.

‘’Yes, I will.’’ he replied as Splendor pulled off of him. He looked at his Sister. She gave him a soft nod.

‘’Don’t forget to write, brother.’’ she said softly. Slender nodded and stepped away from the house.

‘’I won’t.’’ he said. He turned and walked off, through the woods and out into civilization. ‘’Jack?’’ he thought.

‘’I’m ‘ere…’’

‘’Good. I’m going to find you. I promise.’’

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Jack was asleep, and unable to guide him, but that was okay. He’d been searching through names and addresses and he was fairly certain he’d found it. The grossman house, if you could call it that. It was tiny and dilapidated. Barely a house and more of a shack. He walked up the small garden path and stopped. He reached down to the door and tugged it. Locked. He really didn’t want to do this but- as quietly as he could, Slender let a tendril snake out from behind him, pull back, then launch through the wooden door. He winced a bit in pain, but made the tendril move up and unlock the door from the inside. The door swung open and he paused. The house smelled terrible and looked even worse.

‘’Jack.’’ he called out mentally. ‘’Jack, wake up, sugarplum.’’

‘’Mmm…?’’ he heard the familiar groan in his head. ‘’Wha’...?’’

‘’I’m here. I think.’’ he replied as he walked gently up the stairs. ‘’Which room is Isaac’s?’

‘’I-’’ Jack sounded shocked. ‘’I-i’s th’- th’ one on th’ left. Righ’ a’ th’ back.’’ he replied. Slender nodded, though Jack couldn’t see him, and followed his directions. He pushed open the door as silently as he could, wary of Isaac’s parents, and looked around. It was a tiny room, with only a bed, bedside table, wardrobe and toybox. On a shelf sat...a wooden box. Decorated with old, faded paint. Slender walked over to the box and paused.

‘’...I’m here.’’ he whispered. ‘’I’m here, Jack, I-I-’’ he could feel tears rolling down his face. He reached down with shaking hands and gently turned the crank on the side of the box. He listened to the gentle noise of ‘pop goes the weasel’ as he turned it faster and faster until the lid abruptly popped open. He stepped back and stared at the box in silence. Nothing happened for a few moments, but then a black, clawed hand reached up shakily and gripped the edge of the box. Then, out of it, rose a head of faded red hair. Jack looked up at him with bright, blue eyes that looked so...tired. His face was sallow, his eyes sunken and his lips thin. He looked exhausted. His once bright colours faded almost to shades of grey and white. Wordlessly, he climbed out of the box, landing shakily on the ground, like he had almost forgotten to stand, then he slowly looked up to Slender. He stepped toward him, still staring with those wide, icy eyes. Tears pooled in the corners of them and he clenched his jaw. He collapsed against Slender, burying his face in his chest as he sobbed quietly. He wrapped his arms around his soulmate and squeezed him as tight as his weak body could.

‘’It’s okay, sugarplum…’’ Slender whispered. ‘’You’re out now...you’re okay…’’

#creepypasta #creepypasta fanfiction #creepypasta fanfic #slenjack #slenderman #laughing jack #soulmate au #writing #ask #zilia1938

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lunanight2012 · 4 years

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A Whole New World Chapter 1 Part 1

Key:

{Y/N} = Your Name

{E/C} = Eye Color

{H/L} = Hair Length

{H/C} = Hair Color

{S/C} = Skin Color

{N/N} = Nickname

{L/N} = Last Name

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1 year later

(1st person pov)

A whole year has passed since I came to this world and you know what. I love it!

Harry and I have been paired together, and well. We kinda have a thing. I have long since gotten rid of my old clothes and became a full fledged pirate. Oh and Harry and I live together in his apartment.

He's become my best friend, I've never had a best friend so this was nice.

"{Y/N}! Hello? Ya coming?" Harry exclaimed from the hall.

"I'm comin!" I exclaimed, getting my bandana and tying it around my head, keeping my {H/C} {H/L} out of my face.

I headed out of the bedroom and over to where Harry was waiting for me at the door. I smirked, a very mischievous idea coming to mind. I grabbed his hook from him and bolted out the door, giggling like crazy.

"Get back 'ere!" Harry shouted, chasing after me, though I could hear the laughter in his voice.

I laughed as I dodged residents in the market, making my way towards Ursula's Chip Shop.

Making it inside I placed his hook on the sword check barrel, placing my sword inside before I scampered off towards Uma.

"Bout time Ya showed up… where's Harry?" Uma questioned as I got on my apron to help out at the shop.

I didn't even answer, just gestured at the door as Harry ran through, grabbing his hook off the barrel and placing his sword in the barrel.

"Ye little brat!" Harry exclaimed, though it was easy to see he wasn't angry, with that goofy smile on his face.

Yea I may or may not do this to him regularly, i perked up as Uma started to swear at the tv.

I walked over to the tiny television and watched with Harry, Uma, and Gil.

"WHAT? THOSE BASTARDS GET TO GET OFF THE ISLE AND WE DON'T???" Uma screamed.

I held Harry's left hand, we just stood there watching a limo pull up to the Auradon school and there they were. A bunch of scary idiots, Mal, Evie, Carlos, and Jay. Harry knew how much I wanted to get all the kids off the Isle, but we were Uma's crew so to Uma we wanted to get off the Isle ourselves.

Harry squeezed my hand, knowing what we were seeing was really bugging me.

"Uma! Imma take {Y/N} to the beach. She's not doin good." Harry explained untying my apron and dragging me out of the shop and down to the small littered beach.

"Come on {N/N} what's wrong? I know ye don't like that they got chosen to go to Auradon but what's really botherin ya?" Harry asked me, crossing his arms over his chest.

I stared at the ground, not saying anything. I just wanted to tell him I like as more than a friend but I'm scared.

"I just feel horrible that those jerks get to go to Auradon and you guys don't. Why can't you guys have a nice life with those goody two shoes. I mean heck there's a lot of gorgeous girls in Auradon. I mean have you seen Prince Ben's girlfriend? What was her name???" I rambled on, trying to remember Aurora's daughter's name.

Harry lifted an eyebrow but went along with it. "Audrey? Yea she's alright. I ain't really the princess type if ye haven't noticed {N/N}." Harry stated, showing off his hook.

I chuckled, rubbing the back of my neck. Suddenly a clinking bottle drew us away. Of course Captain Hook would find us here on this spot of the beach.

"Boy! Where the hell have ye been!! And who is this pretty thing?" Hook held out his hook, brushing some of my hair back.

I cringed and backed away, only for him to grab my wrist with his non-hook hand, rather tightly might I add.

"Where do ye think yer goin? Yer coming with me!" Hook exclaime, a VERY creepy grin on his face.

Harry grabbed his fathers hand and ripped it off my wrist, pulling me behind him and glaring at his dad.

"She's mine pops. Fuck off and be pissed somewhere else!" And as soon as those words left Harry's mouth a loud smack could be heard, followed by me gasping.

Yeah, Captain Hook bitch slapped his son across the face. "How dare you talk to me like that you lowly punk! You sir are coming with me." Hook grabbed Harry's left wrist and dragged him away.

Harry turned back to me, mouthing ‘get back to Umas now’

I whimpered, watching helplessly as harry was dragged away by Hook ‘im sorry’

~back at Ursula's Chip Shop~

I walked back into the shop, head hung low, trying to not cry.

"Where the hell have you bee- where's Harry?" Uma asked looking around.

"His father tried to take me away, so Harry stepped in and his father slapped him and took him away, it's all my fault…" I explained, a sadness to my tone.

Uma dropped whatever she was holding. "Dammit! That bastard is an abusive fuck! {Y/N} go find some bandages, and some needle and thread. Gil, go boil some water! It is gonna be a long day." Uma ordered.

I nodded and ran towards the stalls. Stealing everything Uma asked of me. Running back towards the Chip Shop all I could think of was what was gonna happen to Harry. Is he gonna be ok? This is all my fault. If we had just stayed at the shop-

"{Y/N}! Did you find everything?" Uma exclaimed, drawing me out of my mental breakdown.

I nodded and handed her everything. She nodded in approval and placed them behind the counter in a safe place.

And so while we waited for Harry to return, I helped out Uma at the Shop. It was a rough time helping out without Harry. Mostly because grown men were hitting on me and ugh!! I just want Harry to come back safe and sound.

2 hours later~~~~

I groaned as I held my head, tired of the drunken whistles and catcalls coming from the older male customers. And yes I've been grabbed a couple of times already. My butt, my wrists, my waist… need I go on?

I slumped against the bar as Uma pushed a plate towards me, with fish and eggs and oh!

Harry came in right then, his hook on his belt, hugging his right arm. I ran to him, tears in my eyes.

"Harry!!! I'm so glad you're back!! Wait what's wrong with your arm?" I asked, about to hug him but stopped as I noticed blood dripping down to the floor from his right arm.

"Dad fucked up my arm" Harry explained, wincing as he walked over to the bar.

Uma saw Harry and ran over to him. "I swear to Poseidon, I will kill that fucker dad of yours once and for all for what he's done to you! The bastard doesn't deserve to live!" Uma raged, her shell necklace glowing from beneath her shirt, trying to unleash umas anger, but to no avail.

Uma took Harry over behind the bar counter and got out the medical supplies and, Gil and I’s help, stitched the slice on his arm back up and created a sling for his arm. Uma ordered me to take harry home and make sure the cut didn’t get infected.

I sniffed as I eyed Harry’s arm, seeing blood splotches blooming beneath the white of the sling.

“Harry?” I whispered, he hummed, wincing as he turned to look at me “why did you do that for me? Protect me from your dad? It only caused you harm” he stopped walking, stared at me for a moment, that’s when I finally noticed his face, littered with bruises and cuts, his lip busted and scabbed, a blackening eye.

“I” he started, closing his eyes, taking a deep breath, “I care about yeh lassie, I couldn’t let him do tha’ ta yeh, not on my watch”

I felt my eyes tear up. "N-no- no one has ever cared about me that much." I whispered, rubbing the tears from my {E/C} eyes.

Harry was surprised by that. "Really? Now tha' is surprisin'. Yer very special, don' ever let anyone tell ya differently." Harry stated, pulling me to his chest, I began to cry.

We stood like this for only a moment longer before people started noticing us. Harry grabbed my hand with his good one and we ran to the apartment. Ducking, jumping, squeezing past all the people in the marketplace was a task but we were both laughing by the time we got to the apartment.

I placed my palm on the door to open it, slightly wincing. But hey what can you expect from permanent scars on both of my palms, that still hurt even after a year.

Harry frowned. "Scars hurtin?" He asked me once we were inside.

"Yea. But it's alright." I smiled as I closed the door behind Harry.

"Let meh see 'em." He stated, holding out his good hand.

I sighed and placed both of my hands in his hand. He pulled my hands up to his face and kissed them. My face turning bright red.

He smirked. "Ok lass. Now I've waited a year but I've got two questions for ye." Harry stated, sitting down on our rundown couch.

"Ok." I remarked, raising an eyebrow.

"First off. You mentioned you had an affinity for water. What do ye mean by that?" Harry asked me.

I sighed, sitting on the stool across from him.

"Alright, guess I should expect this. When I was very young, really my entire life, my mom didn't really like me. And now that I think about it, no one in my family liked me. I never got what I wanted for my birthday. My mom kept me inside as much as possible. But when I was young, on rainy days I would sneak out to the backyard and sit on a big log that laid in the back of our backyard and would just giggle as the rain wouldn't touch me but would lightly swirl around me. Of course when my mom saw me she'd scream bloody murder and drag me back inside. Granted the minute she would grab me the rain would hit me. As I got older I learned that being "special" was not something people should know. I needed to keep it locked away. But that didn't make my relationship with my family any better. Actually 6 months before I arrived here I was kicked out of my parents house. I was only 14. I have my own small apartment. Actually, your apartment here is bigger than the one I had back on my world. And I had to lie about my age to get a job, AND I'm still in High School. So yea. Maybe coming here was the world's way of saying I needed a fresh start." I rambled on.

Harry chuckled. "Outside of this barrier is magic. And now I understand why you and Uma get along like sisters." Harry stated, leaning back.

"Har. You said you had two questions. What is the second question?" I asked, becoming curious.

"O-oh… *swallows* Well lass. Ye know I really like ye. And I was wonderin' would ye want to be meh gurl?" Harry asked, his face heating up.

I blushed but smiled, getting up and sitting next to Harry's good side.

"I like you too harry, and yes i'll be yer gurl" I mocked his accent with a big smile on my face.

Harry smiled and leaned closer to my face. I smirked and grabbed his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss. Harry hummed into the kiss, pushing his passion into it. I felt his good hand cup my cheek. After a moment we broke apart, our breaths ragged.

I brushed his cheek with my thumb. "Well, you just had the honor of being my first kiss!" I giggled with a blush.

Harry smirkes. "Well I'm very much honored lassie~!" Harry winked at me. My face turned bright red in embarrassment.

I looked over at the cracked clock. 12:30pm.

Good thing it's saturday… wait it's thursday!

"Harry we've missed half of school. But with how hurt you are we'll skip today." I stated, standing up. Harry shrugged “eh, missing school is a good thing ‘ere remember? If every vk went to school everyday we would lose all our rep”

"I'm going to grab us some food from the mart. I'll be right back." I said smiling down at him.

Before Harry could say anything I nicked his hook and left the apartment. Tying my bandana around my head I headed out to the market. Holding Harry's hook in my {dominant} hand.

I got to the market, scouring the stalls, I spotted a stall with semi-fresh fruit. Waiting till the owner wasn't looking, I snuck over and stole two apples, and two peaches.

"Hey! What do you think your doing missy?"

Shit.

I smirked, hiding the fruit in my bag and holding up the hook.

"What did ye say?" I asked, mimicking Harry's voice.

The stall owner held up their hands. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't realize you were one of Uma's crew! Please t-take this." The owner handed me a bag of money.

I smirked. "Thank ye very much. Uma will be very happy." I thanked and left. Of course I hit a few stands too, getting eggs, fabrics, and even some potatoes that didn't look too bad.

As I walked back into the apartment I began to sing a song from my world.

"I need another story. Something to get off my chest. My life is kind of boring. Need something that I can confess." I sing as I set the fruit in a basket that was on the cracked kitchen counter.

"'Til all my sleeves are stained red. From all the truth that I've said. Come by it honestly I swear. Thought you saw me wink, no. I've been on the brink, so." I twirled, putting the eggs in the fridge.

Harry watched me with his brow raised, clearly confused by me.

"Tell me what you want to hear! Something that will light those ears! Sick of all the insincere! So I'm gunna give all my secrets away!" I sang smiling like an idiot.

"Lass. Whatcha singin? Never hear'd that song before." Harry questioned, taking his hook back.

"Its a song from my world." I explained, something I hadn't noticed was that the gold ring around my pupils was getting bigger, slowly covering up my {E/C} eyes.

"Hmm sounds interestin'. Although I much prefer yer voice over everythin'." Harry stated, pulling me close.

I giggled. "Come on Harry. If your feeling well enough to cuddle then you can come with me while I take the money I got to Uma." I stated, holding up the bag of money.

"How'd ya get that?"

"The stall owners saw yer hook and got scared shitless." I admitted, smiling.

Harry smirked and pulled me close, kissing my head. "I love ye so much lass!" He said into my hair.

I giggled. "Come on my pirate. Let's go see Uma." I smiled.

We left the apartment and headed for Uma's place. The Chip Shop to be exact.

As we get closer I hear singing.

"What's my name? What's my name?"

"Not again." I groan.

"Hmm? What's up lass?" Harry asked, curious.

"Uma's singing her what's my name song again." I explained standing outside of the shop. Harry's eyes dilated and he almost seemed like a different person.

He walked right into the shop and started singing. Great. I walked in after him. Not paying any attention to Uma, Harry, or the crew. I sat with my back facing them and ordered a plate of fish. Gil was sitting next to me, clearly too busy eating his eggs to participate in the singing.

"Gil. Why do you eat so much eggs? Don't you get sick of them?" I asked him as my food arrived.

"No! I gotta eat lots to be like my dad!" He said with his mouth full.

I rolled my eyes, then I noticed that Gil's blonde hair was getting in his eyes. I stole a brown bandana off of a patron and handed it to him.

"Here Gil. Use this. It'll help you match with the rest of the crew, and you'll be able to eat, walk, fight, talk, etc without having your hair in your eyes." I smiled.

Gil smiled and proceeded to tie the bandana around his head. As he did this I smiled, eating my fish.

"So how is Harry? I heard his dad did that to him. Glad my dad isn't that abusive." Gil stated. His hair looking more "piratey".

I nodded, glancing over my shoulder for a second to see Uma giving the crew commands on how to do the moves properly to her song.

"It's my fault he got hurt tho. His dad saw me and Harry protected me." I explained, sighing a bit.

I pulled on my necklace. This was something I had from my world. The only family member that cared about me was my grandma. But she died when I was 6. The necklace was from her. I never understood why the charm was important, I can't read the engraving on it, but it was a large coin shaped charm that was smaller than the size of my palm on a sturdy string necklace.. But I don't take it off. The engraving on it was something I gave up on decoding when I was 12.

"{Y/N}?" Gil asked, getting me out of my thoughts.

"Yes Gil?" I asked.

"Why are you playing with your necklace?" He asked me with a slight tilt to his head.

"Oh. This was a gift from my grandma, she was the last person to ever actually care about me in my world. I can't understand the engraving though." I admitted, feeling the text again.

"Oh? Maybe Harry can help. He's really good at deciphering stuff." Gil stated eating another egg.

"Oh? He never told me that." I said as I looked over at Harry and Uma who were chatting about work and stuff. "I'm not going to bother him with it though." I muttered, before looking back at Gil.

"How have you been today Gil? I haven't seen you all day." I asked, tucking my necklace back under my shirt.

"Been fine. My brothers were jerks today. I got a couple of bruises on my back from them. But I managed to get this bandanna from a stall today! Thank you for helping me!" Gil exclaimed with an innocent smile.

This child doesn't deserve to be on this wretched island.

"Your brothers' are horrible. They are just AHHHHHH--!" I screamed, gripping my head as my eyes turned golden, such a bad headache.

"{Y/N}!!" Harry exclaimed, rushing over to me.

I groaned. "I-I'm fine. Bad headache." I groaned out, looking up at Harry.

"Yer eyes, ther' golden." Harry exclaimed, amazed.

I frowned and rubbed at my eyes. Why are they fully golden? That never happens. I groaned again and squinted up at Harry, Gil, and Uma. When did I get on the ground.

"How'd I get down here?" I asked, the headache finally disappearing.

Gil's face got closer to mine. "Her eyes are back to normal!" Gil exclaimed.

Of course more crew members started gathering around. And I became flustered.

"I-I'm f-fine." I stuttered, my face turning red from embarrassment.

"Alright everyone back to work!" Uma commanded.

#a whole new world #harry hook x reader #fanfic #my story #harry hook #descendants fanfic

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Captive Love 11

UF!Sans x Reader (or Frisk if you wanna)

Summary: Sweetheart's escape! Sans's anxiety... Sweetheart has anxiety, too.

A/N: So... Here's one of the parts I've been really excited to put out! I must be messed up, though, because... Sweetheart has flashbacks and an anxiety attack... I'll put the ~~~ so you can avoid the triggering stuff. Sans pretty much sums it up, but I also put a sum up in the end notes. Also, tumblr is a bitch to edit on, which is why it’s taking me so long to update! Sometimes I kinda just feel like posting a link to the chapter on Ao3... kinda feel torn, though, since you won’t get to see the words or anything if it’s reblogged or whatever. What d’ya think?

Masterlist Series Masterlist

Story

The great escape.

The door downstairs closed loudly, waking (Y/n) with a jolt.

She looked around, seeing a blanket over herself. She didn’t remember that being there before she fell asleep.

There was a soft, muffled snoring above her and she looked up, Sans’ body stretched out before her in the puddle of his coat, the book he’d been reading laying open on his face.

(Y/n) tried to sit up, but an arm tightened around her ribs. She looked down and noticed that while she’d thought that his arm was just laying down on the bed, it was draped over her, hand tightening at her shirt and holding her close. The other seemed to be tangled in a mess of her hair.

Holy crap, how did this even happen? She wondered.

She decided that it didn’t matter. Nothing about it mattered. It didn’t mean anything, and it didn’t change her plans to get out.

She could hear Papyrus getting closer from the sound of his stomping footsteps coming down the hallway. He seemed to pause outside Sans’ door, and she wondered what he was doing for the moments before he opened the door.

“SANS, WAKE UP, YOU LAZY PILE OF BONES!” He called, taking in the sight in front of him as his brother stirred. “SANS, WHAT IS THAT TRASH ON YOUR FACE?”

(Y/n) looked up as Sans swiped the book away so it hit the floor on the other side of his bed a bit violently. “nothin’ paps, jus’ somethin’ i’s readin’ ta sweetheart,” he assured. Hastily.

That didn’t sound suspicious at all…

Was particle theory some secretly sexy thing? Was there something in there that she didn’t realize was dirty? Was he- was he reading her porn without her realizing it?!

She knew that monsters supposedly turned to dust when they died, which lent itself to a theory that monsters were made of particles instead of cells, so… was it some weird sexual thing?!

(Y/n) felt her cheeks heating, and she made sure to keep her face hidden from the two skeletons.

Another night of awful dinner, though she was able to eat some salad and bread to fill herself and avoid much of the lasagna, thanks to Sans’ shopping trip, out of the way, and they all retired to their rooms, Papyrus to practice battle strategy and study traps, (Y/n) and Sans to his room.

(Y/n) got the book from the floor where it had landed and brought it to Sans where he was kicked back on the bed.

“ya- ya want me ta read ya more a that?” He asked nervously.

(Y/n) shook her head, putting the book on the bed and making the motions for writing on paper.

“s-sorry, sweetheart, i told ya; i can’t read human writin’, yet.” She scowled at him and slapped the bed before making the writing sign again. Sans jumped back in surprise at her actions, standing and going to his desk. “shit, doll, a’right-! ya planning ta take notes or some shit?” He asked a bit roughly as he tossed the pad of paper and pencil on the bed at her. She seemed pleased, so he sat back on the bed.

She waited for him to get comfortable before handing him the pad and pencil. He looked at them in confusion, then watched her open the book and point at the words, then pointed at him and signed writing again.

“doll, i’m tellin’ ya; i can’t write anythin’ y’re gonna understand,” he told her.

She held the book open and tapped at the page to get his attention there before pointing to each individual letter.

“i’m not holdin’ anythin’ back from ya, doll, i sw-” he insisted, cut off as she slapped the bed again with a scowl.

She jabbed her fingers at the letters and nearly growled, “uhl-fuhb…t!”

“ya- ya want me ta write th’ alphabet?” He asked in surprise.

“Yehs!” She declared with a slight, adorable, squeak, thrusting her arms in the air and falling back on the bed in obvious frustration.

Sans’ grin widened at the sight before he was over her, his face pressed to her collarbone, his arms wrapping around her to give a squeeze. “y’re jus’ so fuckin’ cute, ya know that, sweetheart?” He asked, nuzzling her as he hid his blush. (Y/n) was frozen in surprise, but was about to push him away when he continued, “an’ smart. but, if we’re gonna do that, let’s get one that ain’t so technical.” Sans climbed from the bed, taking the book with him, stuffed it on the shelf behind some other books and pulled off a different one.

He’d been glad that she couldn’t read the old school, common monster print, so he could make up whatever he wanted the book to ‘say’, but now that she was trying to learn to read it… the thought of her learning that he read books focused the relationships of the characters, that was a bit soft for the tough image he kept up, it’d embarrass him very badly, and if it got out that he read that kind of stuff- he’d be attacked, not only verbally, by most monsters, but physically by some of them as well; the ones who thought they were going to look big and strong by killing the brother of one of the Royal Guard’s Commanders.

Sans wrote all of the characters of the monster’s common alphabet, leaving space around each one, then his name at her insistence.

“sans,” he read it to her, making the sound of each letter as she pointed to it, then watched as she made some weird kind of notes underneath. “ss. aa. nn. ss.”

(Y/n) nodded as she looked at her work. Well, now she knew how to spell his name. She pointed to the corresponding letters of his name in the alphabet that he’d written, and, getting the same sounds, wrote the letters under them.

She found words in the book, starting with the short ones, having him read the whole sentence, then the words one at a time, to check the grammar, and then the individual letters of her chosen words until she had a letter for almost all of the symbols. There seemed to be a symbol for the sounds ‘ch’ ‘sh’ and something she could only figure as ‘cs’ which was like a soft c, almost s sound.

Sans scratched the back of his skull before reaching down and tossing his shoes off. “flower. sweetheart, ya done, yet? ‘cause i’m done being treated like a fuckin’ speak’n spell fer th’ night. got shit ta do in th’ mornin’,” he told her, sounding tired as he got comfy on the bed.

(Y/n) wrote a couple more notes, then closed the book, took the paper from the pad and stuck it where she wouldn’t forget to take it with her when she left; it would come in handy to read any signs.

She was as stubborn as the previous nights, taking her pillow and laying on the floor, much to Sans’ irritation.

Another night of falling asleep on the floor, Sans wrapping his body around her, and waking up on the bed. She wasn’t surprised at this point, though she wondered how he got her up on the bed without waking her.

Come on, she thought at them, particularly Sans, as she stared at the book she was again studying, I was still here yesterday when you went shopping- I didn’t leave, you can trust me. Go to work, or whatever it is you do…

Sans was shooting hesitant looks at her, but did leave her alone in the room with a reminder of how dangerous monsters could be to humans. She would have thought that he was threatening her, but the way he looked so nervous, it was definitely that he was warning her to stay safe. Inside.

(Y/n) waited.

She ate some of the salad and bread for breakfast, not wanting to make herself sick right before her trip, and continued to wait.

After two and a half hours, she felt like if either of the skeletons had been worried about her sneaking out, they would have given up and either come to check on her, or gone off to the next thing by then and she should be ok to go.

She dressed in the most covering black clothing she’d found in the bag to help her blend into the shadows, ending up in a tight pair of leggings and a loose, off the shoulder shirt landing in a very flattering cut at almost mid thigh.

It did leave her neck a bit exposed, but she was going to use her sneaking ability to the best of her, well, ability, mostly staying hidden for protection.

She stuffed her feet into her shoes, glad that she had sensible, comfortable, black shoes as required for work, though they looked a little clunky paired with the skin tight leggings.

Pfft. Not like I’m trying to win any fashion awards or anything, anyway, she chided herself as she looked all over through the fields around the outside of the door before slowly making her way out.

She kept her back to the house as she slowly navigated her way around it to the side with the city in the far distance.

Sans felt a bead of sweat run down his skull as he hurried toward the house, pausing under the tree sheltering the echo flowers he’d brought up, the ground muddy and wet from how much water they needed.

Something was not sitting right in his nonexistent gut. Something was too strange about the way his sweetheart had been acting, and he felt the need to go check on her, if only to ease his own worries.

If she was fine, he could pop back to work, no problem, if not- he would fix it.

As Sans started forward again, he saw the gleaming silver of spun webs.

His eyes focused more, sweeping the field to pick out more of the webbing, seeing a trap set, and he could guess who it was meant for.

fuckin’ spider bitch can’t keep ta her own fuckin’ business… he cursed, crouching to conceal himself as his eyes moved over the area to gather all the information he could.

He saw the hint of a strange shadow at the edge of the grass, the fuzzy body of a spider about half the size of the annoying dog; one of Muffet’s minions, and one that wasn’t the type to travel alone.

He cursed silently again, his eyes sweeping over the place it was heading, obviously on the hunt, tracking their prey.

There- he saw a flash of skin, a hand steadying its owner so as to not trip, just at the corner, on the other side of the house.

Sans used a shortcut to the grass just past her, still crouching to stay hidden.

Just as he could see her about to break away from the house and head out into the open field, a glance showing him that the spiders were poised and ready to scurry into action chasing after her, Sans shot out of the grass silently, grabbing (Y/n)’s arm and jerking her around the next corner, out of the line of sight of the spiders.

(Y/n)’s back was once again slammed into a wall, Sans in front of her, his hand over her mouth as he caged her in, his eyes studying the side of the house she’d just been on as he quietly growled, “what th’ fuck ya thinkin’?!”

She was too surprised to react for a moment, and when he was satisfied that whatever he was looking for wasn’t there, his angry eyelights turned to meet her eyes.

“huh?! what don’t ya get ‘bout it bein’ dangerous fer ya ta be out here?!” His voice was soft, as though he didn’t want to alert someone to their position, but (Y/n) still didn’t see anyone around.

He was playing it up for her benefit, trying to trick her, she knew it…

“how th’ fuck’d ya even survive this long?! ya run ’round defenseless an’ soft, kissin’ strange, scary fuckin’ monsters an’ passin’ out ‘n front a ‘em, try'n wander through fields fulla monsters that wanna cat’cha an’ eat'cha- what th’ fuck did ya think ya were gonna do- skip yer way through th’ fuckin’ town fulla monsters an’ get through wit th’ power’a kindness or some shit?!” He hissed at her.

(Y/n) had thought Papyrus was the intimidating brother, but Sans was pretty intimidating himself when his eyelights were missing from his sockets, his anger twisting his face as he held her motionless against the wall of the house, bony hand over her mouth.

He looked around the house again before dragging her with him as he went down to the other corner, peeking around to check it before dragging her with him again, into the house and tossing her toward the couch, making her stumble back and fall onto it awkwardly, her eyes glued to him as he locked the locks on the door and stormed down over to the couch.

Sans’ red magic yanked her feet to him and he ripped her shoes from her feet, taking them with him as he stormed down a hall, then made his way back, her shoes missing, though she’d heard the sounds of more locks.

He stopped next to the couch, grabbing her to drag with him again, but stopping at the bottom of the stairs, holding her with one hand while the other smacked at the wall until he found what he was looking for and pulled a hidden door open.

(Y/n) only got to see a sliver of what was inside, lights flickering before filling the space with harsh, fluorescent brightness. There were a couple of strange machines that kicked to life, but none of them were what Sans was going for, apparently, as he grabbed whatever he was looking for from the wall near the door and walked back out, flicking the lights off and slamming the door closed before again dragging her, this time up the stairs to his room.

His door shut with a loud bang, Sans stopping and holding the item in his fist up as he pushed her forward so she fell on the bed.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

(Y/n) quickly turned and rightened herself enough that she could fling herself into motion if she needed to. Her eyes went up to watch Sans, attentive to find any clues from his behavior that she’d need to survive.

His eyelights were trained on the thing in his fist, which was glowing a little with his red magic, but the expression on his face was torn.

“i didn’t wanna do this,” he murmured. “i was tryna spare ya from it, but…” Sans’ eyelights turned back to her, sadness hidden behind his anger as he advanced on her, keeping her trapped between him and the bed. “but ya fuckin’ hada make me. ya took the decision outta my hands, sweetheart. ‘f i’m gonna keep ya safe, i have ta be able to…”

(Y/n) felt the fear growing in her belly as she shrank down away from him, her eyes unable to look away from his.

It was a bad ending.

Punishment.

He was pissed off and was going to punish her to assert his dominance, to keep her under his control, show her what happened when she displeased him.

No… no, please, her mind begged, unable to get the words out, though her mouth had been trained not to let any sounds out. Please- help… I’m sorry-!

Her eyes slammed shut as he stepped closer, her whole body flinching away, her face flinching again as she tried to keep the panic in her system down. Her arms flinched, stopping themselves as they started to move up to defend herself as he leaned over her.

Something soft but sturdy wrapped around her neck.

Oh god- don’t strangle me- oh god, please don’t strangle me-! She heard the sound of a buckle and her fear was instantly doubled. No biting, no biting, no biting, she tried to prepare herself, fighting the tears stinging at her ducts. Biting will make it worse- worse might be accidentally killing you…

Suddenly, light was shining through her eyelids and she heard the door slam closed again.

(Y/n) opened her eyes, finding herself alone in Sans’ room. She quickly looked around to take stock of the situation, making sure she was actually alone, before getting up and grabbing the chair from near the window, using it to jam the door closed before she took the blanket off the bed and huddled on the other side of it from the door.

The tears started washing down her face as she wrapped herself around a pillow, her body rocking slightly as she fought the panic that had taken hold of her gut.

I’m ok, she told herself. I’m ok, he didn’t do anything. He didn’t hurt me. Didn’t even rip my clothes. I’ll still get out- just… just gotta wait for the right opportunity… I’ll make it. I’ve survived before, I can do it again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sans sat in the hall with his back against his door, draining large gulps from a nearly empty bottle of cheap whiskey and chasing it with gulps of mustard.

He could feel his sins crawling on his back.

He felt fucking disgusting.

The look of fear in her eyes as he got closer to her, the full body tremble- the way she looked like she’d rather fall down and dust than let him touch her as he put the collar on her and buckled it…

He should be comforting her- he wanted to be in there comforting her, telling her that it was ok, he wasn’t going to hurt her- that he’d never hurt her! But he was the one that had caused this state of fear, and he could only hope that she’d calm down enough that he could comfort her soon.

stars, sweetheart, ‘m sorry, he thought miserably as he took another long gulp, finishing the bottle in his hand and squirting mustard between his teeth, ignoring the tears and soul tearing pain in his chest before he buried his skull against his knees, his humeri pressing around it, wrists dangling from the top of his knees, mustard in one hand, the empty bottle in the other. ‘m so fuckin’ sorry…

A/N: SAFE RECAP That thing Sans got out of the secret room was a collar, and when he went to put it on her, she had a flashback of punishment from her abusive ex. Of course, Sans couldn't stand to see her like that, hated himself for causing it, and left to go be self destructive on his own. Also... heh, the book that Sans was reading to Sweetheart... not a textbook. More a romance novel. lol.

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