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lollytea · 1 year

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Please, your finale Huntlow thoughts, my liege. We poor peasants beg of you, our bowls are empty and your tables full; if we might have but a crumb of your succulent meal to fill our bellies in these cold December nights.

ASGCDHBDJNK JESUS FUCKING CHRIST OKAY

I got a few asks about this but I guess I'll answer this one cuz it's phrased the funniest. I just wasn't too pressed about giving my Thoughts about finale Huntlow because I am fully a part of the Huntlow hivemind. Like I feel the way everyone else feels. I'm ecstatic, I'm delighted, I'm overwhelmed, I'm emotional, I'm so happy for them, I got everything I could have wanted. I won. We won.

(I HAVE TOO MANY PICS. I'LL RB WITH PART 2)

First of all this scene is so special to me, you have no idea.

It isn't inherently romantic but it's still so sweet and shows how much these two care for each other. Here's Willow, who's spent the last special Atlasing and repressing and refusing to rely on anyone else. But then she had her breakdown in front of Hunter and he realized just how stressed and scared she's been this whole time. She's visibly anxious and upset here, likely worrying up a storm because she hasn't found her Dads yet. And Hunter is right here beside her. He's seen her meltdown, he's felt her pain, he's heard her cry. He knows that Willow is in a fragile state at the moment. He knows she's been holding in a lot. He knows she's scared. I love that he's not only standing by her side and helping her search, but holding her too. It could be that she vocally expressed how worried she was to him, or maybe he just saw it on her face, but he probably placed that hand on her back to comfort her, let her knows he's right here, grounding her. And Willow, who's still learning how to depend on others, is letting him.

The way Hunter lights up when he sees Harvey and Gilbert, thrilled by how happy he knows she's going to be and his soft smile when he points them out to her. And then THIS!

Like Hunter is devastated. He feels alone and out of place here. He really thinks he has nobody. But Willow being happy can still bring a smile to his face. He just loves her so much!!!

And I know I already talked about the grom photo but UGHH!!!

I got a pic in better definition. I'm pretty sure this is Hunter's first grom. So likely a few months after the events of WAD. And it's so cute to think about Hunter and Willow very awkwardly but eagerly navigating a romantic relationship. I love how grabby and flirty Willow looks here, messing with his bowtie. She clearly LOVES the floral suit, thinking he's like the hottest man alive. She needs to smooch him and NOW. Or she's just like "Oh my, what a nice collarbone you have!!" Idk the ambiguity of what exactly Willow is doing here but the vibe and general intentions being very obvious is my favourite part of this pic. You can speculate for years on this. Oh and Hunter's face, I love it so much. His dumb little blush is like an old friend. He's fucking THRILLED that he's getting so much attention from her. He's very excited about where this is going. But he's also like. So nervous he's gonna pass out. But overall he's having the time of his life. Bi rights!

Also epilogue Huntlow....guys....guys epilogue Huntlow....are you guys still listening to me at this point?

God I love this scene. Its so natural and smooth, giving the characters a chance to breathe and exist and providing a glimpse of how they go about their daily lives. It's soft and lighthearted but it establishes so much about where Willow and Hunter are currently at in their relationship. They've been dating for like....3 years at the very least. And they're clearly very happy together!!

The way Willow casually slides on to the scene, giving the impression that she's often dropped in on him while he's working. And why wouldn't she? That's her sweetheart. What if she requires emergency smooches? What then? And of course, there's Hunter beaming at the sight of her. Seems he never gets tired of his girlfriend stopping by to visit. Or maybe he's sick to death of Willow the menace showing up to distract him while he's trying to work and he's just excited about the prospect of Luz's party. Either way, it's an adorable expression.

Something else I love about epilogue Huntlow is how equally distributed the affection is between both of them. Back when FTF dropped I gushed about how sweet it was to see Hunter taking initiative with Willow and the significance of something as simple pressing his backhand against hers during the pinky hold. And God, this sequence here says it all. From what I can tell, as Hunter runs towards her, they both reached out at the same time and linked hands immediately, implying that holding hands has become the automatic gesture for them whenever they meet up. They're in love, you're honor.

I love the huge carefree grins as they skate down the hill (still holding hands). They might have grown a lot since we last saw them but they're still young adults, they still love to have fun doing dumb reckless stuff. And even better, they love to have fun doing dumb reckless stuff together. All the handholding and fluffy cuteness is wonderful but I also love knowing that they seem to genuinely enjoy just hanging out and spending their youth with each other. Zeno was right, they ARE besties. Who knows how much shit Hunter and Willow get up to together? Being a pair of thrill seeking athletes, it's probably a lot.

This part is just so silly and ridiculous. After they go stumbling, Willow's first instinct is to grab Hunter and hold on for dear life. Her intense scrunched up expression is just so funny. "I will protect you, my love. No big dumb hill is going to harm a hair on your pretty head. Your girl is here." And Hunter barely acknowledging it (it probably happens a lot) because his life is currently flashing before his eyes. GOD they're just such nerds.

Oh and this frame is just SO adorable. The way Willow's hold on him lingers for a moment before he walks towards the grave, Hunter's heart eyes. They're clearly still so soft and touchy with each other. And this is after three years. I know they were insufferable when they started dating as teens.

#toh spoilers #huntlow

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rougecreator1 · 25 days

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Hiiiiiiiiiii can I please request an imagine where yn is taking Gretchen out on a first date to the fair. It’s right after her and Jason broke up and Gretchen is assuming(worried) yn may be similar to how he treated her but after a bit she realizes Yn is the total opposite (winning her a prize and buying her treats) and they end up talking and having a sweet time at the fair.

Thank you!! Have a great day!

Miss Smooth Talker//

|| Gretchen Wieners x fem!reader

|| Warnings: underage drinking mention, hookup mention, swearing, Regina being Regina, Gretchen struggling with insecurities

|| Summary: first date, where Gretchen's worried that reader will be like Jason. But reader surprises her and they have a great time at a fair. Mostly fluff.

Requests open!

Started: April 23rd

Finished: April 26th

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When Jason and Gretchen broke up you'd been there to comfort the girl. She told you all about it one night at one of Shane's house parties. You hated seeing her like that, she deserved better. So much better than a guy who only thinks of her when he's looking at her. She was your best friend and long time crush, so obviously you couldn't stand seeing her that upset.

One drink led to another and soon enough the two of you were wasted. Gretchen, in her very drunken state, had babbled on about how much she loved you and was grateful for a friend like you. You, without thinking twice (mainly because you couldn't think at all), kissed her. To your surprise she kissed back.

That's how you and Gretchen ended up having a one night stand.

It's been three weeks since then and Gretchen hasn't said a word to you, you could tell she was avoiding you you just didn't know why.

It was killing you not having your best friend.

Today you decided you would break the silence. Today would be the day you asked her out, because surely she wouldn't have kissed you if she didn't feel something too. Right?

Why else would she be avoiding you?

That lunch, you tracked her down and found her outside with her usual group. Karen, Regina and Cady. When Regina saw you she gave you an intense glare that sent shivers down your spine. You forced yourself to keep walking to Gretchen; having two cups of coffee in your hand. One was your favourite and the other was the order you knew was Gretchen's go to.

"Uh, no. Fuck off." Regina narrows her eyes at you once you stood next to Gretchen, you could see Gretchen tense up and you sighed. Crouching down to sit with her, catching Regina off guard because she wasn't used to people ignoring her. She tried saying more but you cut her off.

"Gretchen. Can we talk?" You looked at the girl, you looked away from Karen to look at you.

"We don't have anything to talk about, Y/N." You notice the slight tremble in her tone.

"Yes, we do. I know you've been avoiding me which if fine if you need the space but... a warning would have been nice at least." You ramble, wanting to get all your thoughts out before Gretchen could avoid you again. You quickly handed her her coffee," I.. um, got you this when I went out today. Maybe you could- I dunno, join me next time?"

Her eyes widened a little but she took the coffee, raising an eyebrow at you." Um... next time?"

"Like- a date- or not- we could just hang out-" Damn it. You had been so prepared for this. Here you were stuttering like an idiot.

Gretchen blushed when you said date and glanced at Regina, who scoffed and rolled her eyes. She looked back at you and smiled," a date?"

"I really like you, Gretchen. Sure we were both drunk but to me it was more than a hook up. Consider it at least?" You hoped she would hear you out at the very least, she nodded. You felt you could breathe a little easier now, you weren't as anxious as you had been.

"Oh! If you're going on a date there's a fall fair this weekend!" Karen piped up, you looked at Karen and smiled. A fair sounded perfect.

You looked back at Gretchen," Well. Wanna go to the fair with me?"

"Yes! I'd love to!" Gretchen grinned, feeling much more relaxed than she had been. She wanted her best friend back as much as you did, she was just scared of having a Jason repeat. In the back of her mind she knew you weren't like that. She knew you well enough to know that. But she couldn't help thinking it.

"Really?" You were almost surprised she'd agreed, especially with how much she had been avoiding you. You sighed quietly to yourself in relief and made a mental note to thank Karen later for the date suggestion." Alright! I'll pick you up at five on Saturday and we can head down?"

"Sounds perfect!"

And that's how you got a date with Gretchen Wieners.

The days leading up to Saturday were some of the happiest you've had in a while. You had your best friend back, if you could even call her that now. You were definitely more than friends, you just didn't know if you were girlfriend level or not.

You talked any chance you had, hanging out throughout the day (which unintentionally made you a plastic, Gretchen informed you of all their rules), at night you'd go over to each other's houses and on the nights where you couldn't you face timed. Just as you always had. Only, there was more. Holding hands as you walked through the halls, cuddling as you laid in bed together, doing each other's makeup in a more... well, it felt much more intimate now. Having her that close and seated in your lap...

Finally, it was Saturday. The two of you had been face timing each other all morning. Helping each other get ready from your own respective homes. You'd picked out a nice comfortable fall outfit, you can decide what it is. Gretchen wore an orange long sleeve with black jeans, she'd done her hair up in a ponytail and all that was left was the makeup.

(fall outfit I was thinking for Gretchen)

"Hey, Y/N?" She said suddenly, getting your attention as you were fixing up your own hair.

"Yeah, Gren?" You looked at your phone, which you had propped up next to you.

"I know you'd said you were going to pick me up at five but um could I come over now? And we do each other's makeup?" Gretchen rambled out, you could tell she was a little nervous asking.

"Absolutely!" You smiled at the thought, Gretchen doing your makeup was definitely one of your favourite little things in your guy's relationship.

You could see her smile and her shoulders relax as she grabbed her phone and started getting whatever she needed to come to yours.

"Alright, I'll be there soon!" She tells you.

Soon enough, Gretchen was now in your room. You sat at your makeup station with Gretchen sitting in your lap, working on your makeup. You could see the concentration on her face and you couldn't help but grin, your hands wrapped around her lower waist to keep her steady in your lap.

"Close your eyes for me." Gretchen said, her voice nearly a whisper. You did as told.

She worked on your makeup for a solid ten minutes, making sure everything was perfect and to the way you liked it. She'd come up with the idea of matching fall makeup, which you thought sounded adorable so you agreed to it.

Once she was satisfied with her work, she looked at you and smiled before giving your cheek a soft kiss.

"You're gorgeous." She whispered, earning a faint blush from you.

"If I'm gorgeous, then that must make you angelic." You replied, a bit of a flirty tone in your voice. Gretchen blushed deeper than you did and giggled, you were pretty damn proud of getting that reaction out of her.

"Yeah well if I'm angelic that makes you a Goddess." Gretchen one upped you, making your blush deepen. Your hand rested to the back of her neck as you pulled her closer to you, lips just inches apart.

Your eyes locked on hers.

"Okay Miss Smooth Talker." You teased her, she laughed a little and kissed you deeply. You kisses her back, getting lost in the moment with each other.

This had been the first time since the party you had properly kissed each other. Was that even a proper kiss? You both were drunk, so you weren't sure if it counted. Sober kisses were so much better than drunk kisses.

As the kiss broke, your eyes remained on each other. Both grinning like love sick idiots.

When you finally snapped out of it a minute later, the two of you finished getting ready. You helping Gretchen with her makeup.

Once all that was settled, you took a photo for instagram. Arm draped around Gretchen's shoulders as you kissed her cheek.

The caption reading:

First date ready! 🍁🍂🫶

You weren't insta famous by any means, so your post only got a few likes from your friends and mutuals. Though you noticed a like and comment from Karen.

@ karenshetty EEEE U GUYS R CUTETS! 💕

You laughed a little and showed the comment to Gretchen, who smiled and looked up at you.

"She meant cuties." Gretchen translated for you, noticing you were a little confused by the spelling. You nodded in understanding and looked at the time on your phone.

4:42pm.

"Well, shall we head down?" You looked at Gretchen, who smiled and took your hand in hers.

"Let's go!"

~~~

At the fair, you and Gretchen are having an absolute blast. Or at least, you were. Gretchen was overthinking and worried that you might be like Jason; but every time she thought that way you would instantly prove her wrong without her even having to ask. You were perfect to her.

"Gren! Let's go over here!" You grabbed her hand, pulling her through a crowd.

"Woah, Y/N/N slow down!" Gretchen laughed as you pulled her along, the amount of energy you had always surprised her. She wondered how you could be that energetic all the time.

"I'm gonna win you the best fucking prize!" You exclaimed, throwing your free hand into the air with excitement. You were ready to kill it at these games.

Gretchen laughed and smiled as she watched you, finding it absolutely adorable. She took a small video of you being all bouncy.

Your eyes landed on the balloon dart game and smirked, seeing all the different prizes around it. You were going to win the biggest one for Gretchen. Pulling her along with you, you stepped up to the stand and the stand host explained the game to you.

You were only partly paying attention. You knew how to play; three darts for three chances to hit the balloons. The top corner balloons were worth the most points. So you aimed for those as Gretchen cheered you on.

Your first shot; you missed the corner one you had been aiming for but you hit the one two balloons below it. Earning you 30 points.

There's five rows of balloons, the bottom being worth 10 points, second row 20, middle 30, fourth 40, and top 50. The top corners were 60.

"30 points!" The stand host announced as you hit the balloon, you rolled your eyes and huffed.

You were determined to get that 60.

You tilted your wrist a little more and tossed the next dart, eyes narrowed at the 60 balloon.

The dart landed right above it.

"Come on!" You groaned, having missed the balloons entirely. This game was so much easier than it looked.

Gretchen rested her hand to your shoulder and smiled at you, giving your cheek a kiss which made you blush as you looked at her.

"A good luck kiss." She explained, her blush matching yours. God, she was adorable.

You shot your finale dart, hitting the 60. You immediately threw your hands into the air and smiled wide, looking at Gretchen. Good luck kisses for the win.

"60 points! That will bring your total up to 90, dear! Pick a prize!" The stand host said in that over exaggerated carnival voice. Y'all know the one.

You kept your eyes focused on Gretchen and bent slightly, gesturing to the prizes in a dramatic way." Well, m'lady. Pick a prize, any prize!" You mocked the carnival voice, earning a laugh from Gretchen an annoyed stare from the stand host.

Gretchen kissed your cheek in thanks and picked out a prize, going with a decently sized teddy.

"Adorable choice!" You kept up the voice, she looked at you and smiled. Her hand draped around your waist as you stared into each other's eyes.

"I'm really enjoying today." She told you as you both walked away from the stand.

"Yeah?" You smiled at her, a faint blush on your cheeks.

"Yeah. I was... worried this would end up like my last relationship- I know you and Jason are nothing at all alike, I know that- it's just-" She rambled out, trying to explain. You sighed, knowing exactly what she meant. You didn't fault her for it.

"What he did stuck with you, it's only natural to be scared. I'll never treat you the way he did." You assured her, seeing her relax as she kept her eyes locked with yours.

You had an idea.

Looking away from Gretchen, you laughed a little at what you were about to say," See! I'm still thinking about you even while I'm not looking at you."

This earned a laugh from Gretchen as she jokingly shoved you, she knew exactly what you were referencing. She had told you about when Jason said he only thought of her when he looked at her.

"You're such an idiot." She teased you, though she meant none of what she said.

You looked at her and brought her close to your side," Mm, maybe. But I'm your idiot, aren't I?"

She blushed and nodded," Yeah... yeah you are."

The rest of the day went really well, you and Gretchen decided to do the ferris wheel as your last activity for the night.

You sat in the booth as it went to the top at a slow motion, arms wrapped around each other as you laughed and talked about anything and everything.

You'd been mid complaining about an upcoming test, that Gretchen had totally forgotten about so she was complaining right along with you, when the ferris wheel stopped as the two of you were at the top. You glanced behind Gretchen and admired the finale parts of the sunset, looking at Gretchen you saw how it almost made her glow with how she was positioned in front of it.

God, she was gorgeous.

"Hey, I wanna get a picture of us up here. Scoot closer." You told her, she blushed and did as you asked. You held her close to her side and took a photo of the two of you, sunset in the background and set it as your new lock screen.

Gretchen smiled and looked at you.

"If I'm already your lock screen, does that mean I'm getting a second date with you?" She asked.

"A second and then some." You assure her, your eyes went to her lips and hers went to yours.

You kissed her, deeply and passionately. She kissed you back with a similar energy.

You couldn't wait to spend more time with Gretchen.

#x reader #fem reader #canon x reader #fanfic #wlw fiction #mean girls x reader #mean girls #gretchen x reader #gretchen wieners #gretchen x fem!reader

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dragon-kazansky · 4 days

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Heart of the Dreaming

Morpheus x Female Reader

Soulmate AU

You are the daughter of Rodrick Burgess. You find out about the "demon" in the basement and decide you want to see it. Things take an unexpected turn when your soulmate connection is made with the man you find down there. You are the one he has been waiting for, and you're being taken away from. Not for long. Dream will protect his soulmate.

{Masterlist}

{Previous Chapter} - {Next Chapter}

Chapter Eight - Our purpose

☆☆☆

A knock on your door breaks you out of your thoughts. You sit up and look at your door. You're not sure how long ago Lucienne had left and expect that it's probably her returning to tell you he has come back.

You rise from the bed and walk over to the door, opening it carefully. It is not Lucienne standing there but Dream himself.

"You're back."

"Yes."

The silence between you is thick and awkward. You feel strange standing in front of him again. He seems different, somehow.

"Can I come in?" He asks.

"Oh right... Yes." You move and let him into your room. He closes the door behind him and turns to find you sitting on your bed again.

"Are you well?" He asks.

"Yes."

He stands there silently. It's rather intimidating. You feel anxious under his gaze and find it easier not to look at him. He might think you're being rude, but you're really not sure what else to do.

"Come with me," he says flatly.

You look at him. "Where to?"

"I am going to meet with my sister. I want you to come."

You feel his honesty in his words. He does want you to go with him. You feel like you should mention that you wanted to leave, but now it didn't seem like the right time.

"Alright."

☆☆☆

You find yourself sitting on a park bench beside Dream. In his hand is some bread, which he's slowly breaking apart to feed to the pigeons.

You sigh quietly as you look around you. The world was new to you. There was a lot to see and do. There are a lot of things you'd need to learn. You had been locked away in that house for so long.

He hasn't spoken much to you.

A ball comes flying from the game being played in front of you, and Morpheus catches it with one hand. You look at him in awe.

It impressed you. Morpheus impressed you.

The young man playing the game came over and apologised. He looks at you and then back at Morpheus. Neither of you say anything.

He takes the ball and returns to the game.

You look up and see a woman approaching. She smiles at you as she comes over. You have no idea who she is, or maybe you do. You keep your eyes on her as she walks closer and sits down next to Dream.

"What you doing?"

"I'm feeding the pigeons," he replies.

Death looks at her brother and then glances at you. She smiles and then turns back to her brother.

"You do that too much, you know what you get?"

Morpheus shakes his head gently.

"Fat pigeons." She smiles. "That's from Mary Poppins. Did you ever see it?"

"No."

A little girl runs past through the birds and startles them. Death smiles as she watches her go.

Morpheus is very silent. Death looks at her brother and asks, "what's the matter?"

"What do you mean?"

Dream glances at you and then turns back to the birds. "I don't know what's wrong, but... You're right. Something is the matter."

Death sits back and shows him she's listening.

"When they captured me, I just had one thought. Vengeance. It wasn't as satisfying as I'd expected. Meanwhile, my kingdom had fallen apart. My tools long since stolen and scattered. And so I embarked upon a journey to find them. Which I did. I'm now more powerful than I have been in eons. And yet..."

He goes silent. Death understands. She leans forward again. "Here you are, feeding the pigeons."

"You see, until then, I'd had a true quest. A purpose beyond my function, and then suddenly, it was over, and... I felt disappointed. Let down. Empty."

You look at him curiously. He was so strange. You didn't quite understand how he works and how his mind ticks. You didn't understand him. Then again, you hadn't had much time to learn about him.

"Does that make sense?" He asks, looking at his sister. "I was so sure that once I got everything back, I'd feel good. But in some ways, I feel worse than when I started. I feel like... Nothing. There. You asked."

"You could have called me, you know." Death tells him.

"I didn't want to worry you." He says back.

"Oh, I don't believe it. Let me tell you something, Dream." She takes the bread from his hand. "And I'm only going to say this once, so you better pay attention. You are utterly the stupidest, most self-centered, pathetic excuse for an anthropomorphic personification on this or any other plane. Feeling sorry for yourself because your little game is over and you haven't got the balls to go out and find a new one. You're as bad as Desire. No, worse."

Death throws the bread back at him, and he catches it.

"And, who are you, if i may ask?" Death looks at you.

"Oh, um..." You feel like you've been put on the spot. Does she know? Doesn't seem like it. Is it your place to tell her?

"My soulmate," Dream tells her.

Death looks at you in awe.

"Soulmate?" Death asks. She glances between you and her brother. "Wait, are you serious? When did this happen?"

"Um. Well, you see... Dream was captured by my father. He was under the house for years... and then I went to take a look one day, and I got this." You hold out your wrist. Death looks at the scar. Suddenly, she grabs her brother's arm and pulls up his sleeve. Her looks at her, unimpressed.

"Curious." She smiles. "That is rare indeed."

"How rare?" You ask, wanting to know more.

"Well, no other of the Endless have a soulmate. Just Dream." She smiles at you.

"What does that mean?"

You avoid looking at Dream. You're too embarrassed to meet his eyes right now. It felt strange finally talking about this thing that connects the pair of you.

"It means you're special."

"I didn't ask to be special." You say to her.

Dream looks down at the ground. He hadn't really had time to sit down and talk to you. He probably should have before coming to speak to his sister. You didn't know him. He didn't really know you. There was a lot of space between you both, and this bond, despite being so real, felt barely there.

"Dream?"

He looks up at his sister.

"You've found your soulmate. You need to connect with her. You have something we don't. Don't spoil it."

Dream turns to look at you. "I am sorry for how I have behaved."

You look at him confused. "You? I think I'm the sorry one. I was so freaked out by everything, and we went straight to looking for your tools... everything is a mess. Sure, you're intimidating, but that doesn't mean I should be rude to you."

It was his turn to look confused.

"Look, I don't know anything about all this soulmate business. All I know is that we are connected. Being soulmates doesn't mean we have to fall in love or anything. It just means we're connected, and that's okay with me." You offer him a smile.

Dream finds himself pleasantly surprised by your words. You've made him feel rather comforted and welcome. It has been a rocky start, but maybe it's time to start again.

"Then we can be friends?" He asks.

"If you'd like."

Death look at her brother with a smug expression and then say as to you, "he doesn't have many friends."

"Well, he has one now." You smile at him.

"Two. He has two friends now." Death grins.

You look at her as if to ask who the other is, but she doesn't respond. She looks around smugly. Dream doesn't say anything either, which leaves you rather curious.

A moment of silence falls between you all before Death speaks again. "Did it never occur to you that I would be worried about you?" She asks.

"I didn't think you-"

"Exactly. You didn't think."

The ball comes flying again, and this time, Death catches it. Morpheus lowers his gaze to pigeons in front of him. While Franklin, the young man playing ball, talks to Death, you look at Morpheus.

"You're as good as your... friend there."

"He's not my friend. He's my brother. And he's an idiot."

"I'm just feeding the birds." Morpheus says.

"Look, I can't stay here all day. I've got work to do. You can come with me if you want, or you can stay here and sulk." Death tells him.

"I'll come with you, I suppose." He replies.

"Well, don't do me any favours." She smiles at him. As Morpheus rises, she chuckles. "You're invited too," she says to you.

You stand up and look at Dream. He looks at you and gives you the subtlest of nods. You join him by his side and walk with him as he follows Death through the park.

"Where are we going?" You ask softly.

"To watch Death work."

Death takes you both on a walk. It's a sunny day, and there's lots of things going on here and there. She stops at a stall and looks at the apple.

"Three please."

"None for me, thank you," Morpheus says.

"You could have it later," Death suggests. He just looks at her. "Just two then."

The vendor chooses 2 apples for her and hands them over. She smiles and turns, holding one out for you. You take it and smile at her softly in thanks. She looks leased that you took it.

Dream watches you as you bite into the apple. Your eyes seem to light up pleasantly as you chew. He wondered when the last time you had an apple was. Judging by your reaction, it had been a while.

Death smiles and loops her arm with her brother as they continue walking. She bites into her apple. Dream glances at you as his sister drags him away slowly. You chuckle softly, following behind them.

"You are good with them," Morpheus says to his sister.

"Apples?"

"Humans." He clarifies.

Death holds up the apple to him. "Bite?"

"No, thank you."

"Have you seen any of the others since you've been back?" Death asks Dream. He confirms he hasn't. Death mentions the last dinner they had together.

The others? You look between the siblings and wonder. They are peculiar in every way, yet you're fascinated. Of all the things your father did and tried, these two were the most interesting of them all.

Death. The being your father tried to trap. You feel awful thinking about it.

You hear Death tell Dream he was missed, along with their missing brother who left some time ago. When he keeps quiet, she teases him by pretending he's asking her questions and then she answers them.

You smile. You never had this kind of relationship with your brothers. Perhaps life would have been different had it been.

Morpheus finds it amusing and looks at her, asking, "How are you, my sister? How have you been keeping?"

"I'm worried about my brother." She replies. "And I'm enjoying this apple." She turns around and looks at you, smiling softly.

"Don't hide back there. Come join us. He has two arms, you know." She chuckles. She's teasing you both. You sigh softly and join Dream on his other side. You don't touch him, but you do walk closely beside him.

Morpheus notices this.

As you walk a little further along, you hear violin music coming from an open window above you. The three of you stop to listen.

"I know this piece." Morpheus says softly. "I haven't heard it in 200 years."

"Come on." Death urges him softly to follow her. You look at Dream and follow him inside. The violin music plays as you enter the apartment. When you reach the room, it's being played from, it stops as the man coughs. Death approaches the man.

"Don't stop, please." She says gently.

You stand beside Dream and watch as his sister approaches the man. There comes a moment of surrealism. The man is dead. She has come to see him to the other side. You feel strange.

She lets the man say a prayer before he takes her hand. Morpheus looks at you as she goes into the other room with him. You can hear her wings.

"Are you alright?" He asks.

You look up at him. "Yes."

Death returns. She smiles softly. "Come." She leaves the apartment, and you both follow her out. Death walks beside you.

"Has my brother been looking after you?"

"Oh, um. Well, I suppose. He came back to rescue me, and then we went looking for his tools, and now I'm here."

"Is that all?" She asks softly.

"Well, yes."

She glances back at Dream, who stares at her quietly. You switch your gaze between them as you wait for someone to say something. Death looks almost disappointed in Dream.

"What do you think of my brother?"

"Well... He's unusual. I don't know..."

"Do you think he's handsome?" She asks outright.

You stutter softly. You can feel his eyes on you, and you avoid looking up at him just in case. Death smiles softly and realises you're not going to answer her verbally. She winks at you and then carries on walking away.

Eventually, you all come to a stop. She begins to remove her boots.

"My father... it was you he wanted to trap..." You say, watching her. She looks at you with a soft expression.

"I know."

"I'm so sorry..."

"Whatever for? It was your fault." She smiles.

"No, but... My family is the reason your brother was trapped for all those years. We were the reason people suffered..."

Death places a reassuring hand on your shoulder and gives you her kind smile. You feel comforted by her. "You are not at fault. Had they never captured my brother, he never would have found you."

Your face feels slightly warm. You can tell Dream is listening.

"I suppose."

Death doesn't say any more on the matter. She leads the way down to a grassy bank. You find yourself walking beside Dream again. Having him beside you was beginning to feel comforting. You stop to watch Death approach a man. He has drowned in the canal. You watch Death do her job. You watch the wife of the man run to her husband's body and cry. People gather around. You drop your gaze.

"I was going to ask if you'd let me leave, and we'd never have to see each other again now you're free," you say, not looking at him.

Dream turns his head to look at you.

"Now I think I'd rather like to stay." You turn to him now.

"I'm glad," he says.

You hear the sound of wings.

Death watches you both from where she stands. She smiles softly. This soulmate thing could be good for him. She's certain of it. Especially if he falls in love with you.

The two siblings eventually join sides again and walk. You follow on the other side of Dream. He asks her how she's does it. Death confides in him about how she feels about her role. "I have a job to do. And I do it. When the first living thing existed, I was there. When the last living thing dies, I'll put the chairs on the table, turn out the lights, and... lock the universe behind me when I leave."

You listen to her talk. She's putting the world into a new perspective for you.

"I'm not there for all of them. There are exceptions." She says. "Mad Hettie. And then there's your ongoing project."

You look up when she says that.

"How's he faring up after all this time?"

"Who? Hob Gadling?"

"Hob Gadling?" You question, looking between them, but Dream continues to talk to Death.

"I was forced to miss our last appointment." Dream tells her.

"Well, I'm sure he'd love to see you." Death looks at him. "Maybe take her with you. She could meet your other friend."

Dream knows Death is talking about you.

"They're never too keen to see me, though."

"Does it not bother you?" Dream asks.

"I actually used to think I had the hardest job in all our family."

"Oh, did you?" Dreams looks amused.

"They fear the Sunless Lands, yet they enter your realm every night without fear."

"And yet I am far more terrible than you." He says.

You smile at the two.

They talk some more. As they talk, you lose yourself in your thoughts. The world was vastly different than you remember it. Just like Dream, you had been a prisoner at that house. You had missed out on so much. You look at Dream and realise that he's your chance of a future. You don't fit into this world anymore, but you have him.

You hear Death confess that she had thought about giving up. Dream looks bewildered by her statement. You follow her into a house and find yourself freezing at the door. Morpheus sees the crib and then looks at you. Death gives you an apologetic look as she picks up the baby.

Morpheus comes to stand in front of you. You find yourself startled as he reaches for your hand. You look up at him. The sound of wings fills the back of your mind.

Life was unfair sometimes.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

You nod silently.

He lets go of your hand when you all leave the house, but he continues to walk right beside you. He keeps his eyes on you as you all walk.

Dream learns a lot from his sister. He learns a lot about humanity. He also learns quite a bit about you. He has seen the way reaches to everything today. You were lost in your own world, but you have chosen to stay by his side. He was thankful.

Eventually, you slowly start to make your way back to the park. You and Dream walk side by side. Death walks on the other side of her brother.

"I used to think I had to do this all by myself."

"But you do."

"No. At the end, I'm there with them. I'm holding their hand and they're holding mine. I'm not alone when I'm doing my job. And neither are you. Think about it. The only reason we even exist, you and I, and Desire and Despair, the whole family. We're here to serve them."

Dream listens to her.

"It isn't about quests or finding purpose outside our function. Our purpose is pur function. We're here for them. Since I figured that out, I realised I need them as much as they need me."

Morpheus seems pleased by her words.

"I've seen so many cool things and people and worlds. I've learned so much. Lots of people don't have a job they love doing, do they? So, I think I'm really very lucky."

You smile. She liked her job. Maybe you can help Dream with his.

"Listen, I've got to head back soon."

Morpheus takes her hand. "You've taught me something I have forgotten. I thank you, my sister."

Death smiles at Dream.

"Aw. That's what family's about, little brother."

Death turns her gaze to you, "Look after her, won't you, Dream?"

"I will," Dream says. He looks at you softly.

There's a screech of a car, and then Franklin comes over when he sees Death and starts talking to her. Dream smiles and starts guiding you away.

Death calls out to him. "Don't be a stranger, okay?"

He nods and continues leading you away.

"Where are we going?" You ask softly.

"I'm late for an appointment."

You walk with him in a comfortable silence.

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tai-janai · 2 months

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Reunite

Path 12: An End

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At the bottom of the stairs is the basement. Smooth stone walls and cobble flooring. A lone, barred window that lets in bright white light.

The Other sits at the other end. It does not wear a metal chain around its neck. Held tightly in its hands is a pristine blade. His form has changed somewhat; he looks softer than you remember, and a cape is wrapped around his shoulders.

It looks at you, and its eyes soften. Its lips turn upward for a sad, relieved smile. It is happy to see you. After everything the Echo said, you still feel like he is a part of You.

The Hero:

Hey...

His voice is weak. He tilts his head and watches you approach, but he does not move.

"Did you hear any of that?"

Something flashes in his eyes, like he hasn't figured out if he did or not. Then he scratches the back of his neck.

The Hero:

Yeah, I... The, uh, sound travels pretty well into here.

You sit on the floor in front of him. He seems a bit flustered.

The Hero:

I-it was... a lot of information. I'm not really sure... how to take it.

"How did you get here?"

The Hero:

Oh. I... got really worried after you got taken away by a pair of hands, so I kind of... followed you. It wasn't that hard, I know your psyche pretty well by now. But before this place was anything, I'd already been split from you. Then, I was put down here for... some time. I don't know, time is really weird here. It felt like forever but I know it wasn't.

He looks down at the blade in his hands.

The Hero:

And this thing was here. It's always supposed to be, right? One of those, uh, rules?

"What about the Others?"

The Hero:

Well, I finally reached the end of the last world, so they're probably all together. Knowing them, they're all probably looking for me. I'm only here, though, after I left that last world, there's no part of me left with them at this point. Not 'til I leave this one, too.

The Hero:

That world... At the end, you had been taken over by something, were you? The thing that wanted those Beings dead... The Princess?

You remember the way your body did not feel like yours. The way your mind conflicted with itself, wanting the Being dead, because it was meant to kill you. You remember that fear of death.

The Hero:

Are you okay?

You look into his eyes. Your eyes. His eyes.

"Do you know what you were supposed to be?"

The Hero:

Ah... The Long Quiet, He called it. If you're asking if I was ever that, I don't really know. Your memories are all I have, and all we know is that we woke up in a cabin.

"Did you know you were supposed to slay the Princess? And by connection, me?"

It laughs a little.

The Hero:

I only barely knew there was a Princess, mate. I had no idea what we were or what we were supposed to do. My only sense of purpose came when we saw that first Being, anxious and trapped. We felt bad for it, even if it was terrifying and hated us.

The Hero:

The... idea of killing you feels weird. You're so... me. But I've been doing it this whole time. It's something I was made for, like some... inevitability. It feels obvious until I take the second to think about it.

Its eyes trace the edge of the blade.

"What comes next?"

He thinks. His face contorts in frustration.

The Hero:

I... I never felt like the one making the choices here. He said I am choice, but I don't know how to make any, myself.

The Hero:

He made it sound like three options. I have qualms about each.

The Hero:

I could slay you, the way I was always supposed to. Death and change would be gone, and all of the other guys will get their happily forever after in the places they are now. Or ... We fix ourselves back up to being... what, everything? A god? And then... things will just... keep going?

"And the third option...?"

The Hero:

I stay here with you, and we don't do anything, forever. The cabin crumbles and it'll be just us. And... I'll never see the others again. Nobody will join back together, but, they'll eventually die. I, uh... don't think the guy upstairs would like that too much, though... Um. I... I don't know if I like that one, either. But it is... an option.

You think about these choices. Everything about them scares you.

"Do you have a preference?"

He looks to the side, flustered, and a hint of a smile he's trying to hide. He gestures vaguely at you.

The Hero:

Well, I'm not gonna lie, I-I liked being, y'know, Us.

With a pause, his gaze turns downward.

The Hero:

But I liked being with Them, too.

The Hero:

And... I hate to say this, but they would not like being anything but what they are now. Like, they love you, they really do, they're unbelievably grateful for everything you've done for them- But I... It wouldn't be... what they wanted.

He shrugs and leans his head to the side.

The Hero:

You could do it anyway, though, I guess. They probably wouldn't be able to do much once we're all in one piece.

He looks into your eyes, and his feathers droop.

The Hero:

After everything, would it still be freedom? Your choice, limiting theirs...?

"Why are you making me decide? I thought that wasn't my role."

The Hero:

I don't know? I didn't make the rules here. I'll go along with whatever you come up with. I mean, I am choice, right? The thing that gives you the options...? Not the one making the decisions.

"You clearly have a preference, and it's the one that means I get slain."

The Hero:

It's not like I want you to die. Just, out of everything so far, I don't want what we've given them to go away.

He sighs. You know be is conflicted. He fidgets with the hilt of the blade. He really is more them than he is you. But, you don't blame him.

"I'm scared. I don't know what being a god would be like."

The Hero:

I don't know, either, but this is it. The big ultimatum.

Decisions. You were never made for decisions.

You can die along with Death, and let the others be happy in what remains of the construct for all of eternity.

You can go against the others' wishes and reunite the way the Echo offered, with Death eradicated.

Or you can stay here alone with the Other, keeping him with you forever, while the worlds and the shattered fragments continue on, dying and reforming.

#ok so if you cant tell im leaning towards one option here #im hoping you all trust the hero #but i am leaving it in your hands.#stp #stp fanfic

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isa-loves-you · 9 months

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Telling People, You're a couple. | The Group Chat Head canons | Pt.2

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Soft willy- you and nick have been dating for almost 2 months now. It's still crazy to you that you have this man, I mean come one look at him he is the definition of what everyone wants to be or be with. respectful, good height, nice built, the funniest person you have ever met, sweet and caring nick was all these things; which is why you were kinda scared of telling people you were a couple.

It's not like you were the most horrible person to look at but you in your mind you just thought you were okay nothing special just your average joe, but to nick you were the most beautiful person he'd ever met so of course he wanted to show everyone how special he is to have you in his life. Ever since you guys started dating he's been trying to get your approval to tell his fans but you still felt a little anxious on the idea so nicked eventually stopped asking to respect your decision.

One day you and nick were at a burger place eating lunch talking about his new album. “I don't know what I really want for the cover but I was kinda thinking if you would be able to pose for it?” Nick said looking hopeful at you “Nick I don't know, what if people connect the dots? I'm already on most of the tracks. It would be weird if I am also on the cover.”. He had to admit it would be kinda obvious but that was the whole point, he was happy that you were there to help accomplish the album and it would just be even more awesome if he got to see your face on the front of it all

“Here your refill sir” the waitress interrupted yours and nick conversation with a smile “oh thanks” “if you need anything, and i mean anything else just let me know” the waitress was basically eye fucking nick while saying her little beg of attention from nick. This mad you fucking livid like who does she think she is talking to a random man like this and in front of his girlfriend out of all people.

“Thanks but i'm good” Nick let out an uncomfortable laugh while trying not to look at her anymore. You had to admit this girl was pretty but you were definitely better looking than her and that's all you needed in the moment to make a decision that went against your words. “You know what?I will pose for the cover "what do i have to hide” for the rest of the day. Nick couldn't stop thanking you and asking if you were sure about this but you already agreed and can't go back on it now.

Two weeks later you and Nick were drinking and trying to think of all the different types of ways to take pictures. Since the songs on the album were based off of video games more specifically the games you could only play on the Nintendo DS you came up with the idea of taking them on a DS. After three hours later you and Nick finally captured the right picture to put on the album.

A couple of days passed, and Nick had posted the cover as a promotion which was the picture of you on a DS with a bold light blue font that read “Digital Dreams”.

(This is sorta what I was going for. obvious if you don't like it you can totally imagine something else. Also credit to whoever these beautiful people are , I am jealous.)

In the caption of the post Nick had credited all the people who worked on the album including you but did it a completely different way. “I also want to thank my amazing partner for helping me throughout the process and even being on the album front and in the song @ ur username i love you.”

You were surprised at the amount of people who were so supportive of you guys, of course there were some people who weren't, but you couldn't care. You were just happy that Nick was happy.

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Larry- you were getting some food for you and Larry because he said he hasn't eaten all day. You and Larry have been dating for almost a month and it was the best thing that has happened to you in a while. Everyday with him was so much fun and the group was accepting of you for dating their friend.

You had gotten him and you something small because Nick and Tanner wanted you and Larry to go with them to dinner later but since Larry didn't eat you just grabbed something while you were out so he wouldn't be so hungry later. You had stepped into the house looking for Larry but he was in his room doing the podcast with the others.

You knocked on his door which he called out for you to open “dude you didn't have to do that thank you so much” “no problem it wasn't a bother to me”. You walked up to his desk to set the food down “hi everyone” you waved to all of the boys in the call which they waved back.

You stood there for a couple more minutes talking to them before you left to go be on your phone and leave them back with their work. Almost 45 minutes later Nick, Larry, and Tanner came out so you guys could go to dinner and have a fun night out.

You woke up the next morning in Larry's bed since you didn't want to drive home last night. You see Larry at his desk looking at the podcast comments, you walk up to him and put a hand on his shoulder “so do they love me” you let out a small laugh. “They love you alright, it seems like they love you more than me” “well in that case switch me jobs, i would love to make dumb jokes all day “. you guys shared a laugh and a few more while looking at the comments. You were glad that the people who loved him were happy that he was with you.

#isaacwhy #larry croft #softwilly x reader #tgc #the group chat #the group chat podcast #tooyumi #yumi #yumi tgc #yumi x reader #big t #larrycroft x reader

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azullumi · 1 year

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Hii, I recently started following your blog and am absolutely in love with your writing! I'm in awe with how you both portray the characters and describe their feelings.

I wish you all the best in your academics!

What do you think about going on a first date with Kaveh?

summary — kaveh and his first date anxieties.

pairing — kaveh/gender-neutral reader

tags — fluff, established relationship, not proofread ; headcanons

words — 920

note — i was supposed to have a different approach on this one but before i knew it, i ended up revolving everything on kaveh but then rereading the ask, i'm glad i did. but anyways! im glad that u love my writing, nonnieee <33 thank u so much for the sweet words and i hope you'll like this! i settled on headcanons so that its easier for me to write and convey the ideas haha

"Do you want to go out sometimes? Maybe for a meal? Oh, wait, I mean, uhh—I just thought it would be nice if we could see each other on days that we are free."

He was the one to initiate an invitation to go out with you even if he just said it out on a whim, a sudden slip of his tongue—as if he hasn't dreamt of taking you out to eat a meal together with you, walk around the city while maybe holding hands, watch the Zubayr Theater's performance for that day, and everything that he wishes.

He's nervous, extremely nervous and anxious. The usually confident and proud man has been reduced to nothing but a small figure of anxiety but honestly, who wouldn't be? Going out on a date with someone who they genuinely and sincerely like, who wouldn't feel uneasy? It was only just the starting point of your relationship and he's only just experiencing his every firsts with you and he wants to make each one of it special.

Even if he has everything already planned out—including the words that he will say and the route that you two will take as he just wants to make sure that everything will go right—he still feels skittish. What if something goes wrong? God, he just wouldn't be able to handle it.

He spent days preparing for the event, the place that you two will have a meal on, what you will do afterwards, and the place of scenery he will take you to right before the day will end. In short, he's very attentive.

He'll also try on several outfits for the occasion, bringing out the clothing he kept hidden that are only to be used on important events. He just can't go out with you with the set of clothes he wears on a daily basis, can he? It's a special day, a date, to be exact.

Despite the feeling of fear and anxiety filling up his mind, he's still excited and looking forward to the day of the date. He ponders on what you would wear, how you will smile, how you will react upon seeing the things that he did and prepared for you, what will you say, and everything. It feels like falling in love and admiring you from afar all over again, as if he went back to the times wherein the two of you weren't still together and you were the only one in his mind as he wonders about every single thing about you—though it's not like he doesn't fall in love over and over again in his every day with you.

And then the day came.

“Kaveh!” “Don’t run, (Name)!”

If he hadn’t been holding on to the thin thread of his sanity and balance, he would have fallen on his knees because of how weak he feels after seeing you dolled up. Expect to be showered with compliments and being flattered by him in every moment—he just could never get enough of how lovely and attractive you look and he wants you to know it.

He’ll proceed with the plans that he laid out for the day inside his head and though you couldn’t say that it went by smoothly, everything was definitely perfect and amazing for you. Every moment, every second you spent with him felt magical and didn’t fail to put a smile on your face the whole time you were with him—seeing your delighted expression and cheerful demeanor made him feel proud and pleased for himself.

The first date wasn’t simply just to increase the intimacy and closeness between you two but to also get to know what you like, what you favor, and what you prefer the most over anything so each time he sees you happy and pleasant over something—like your attention being caught by a certain figure or object in the street and being struck by it— he takes a mental note and makes sure to not forget it.

Throughout the day, you two were close to each other and were even either holding one another’s hand or you had your arm linked with his as you walked around. Outside, he may appear that he’s fine and cool with it but inside he is actually screaming and having an inner monologue fight with himself about what he should do: if he should squeeze your hand or pull you much closer to him or if he should just let you be.

He doesn’t want to part ways with you when the day ends and the date has come to its conclusion and as much as he tries to lengthen and stalls the time he gets to spend with you, he still has to say goodbye in the end. However, give him a quick kiss on the cheek, forehead, or wherever you wish before you two part and he will have a stupid grin plastered on his face as he walks back to his home.

He doesn’t rest but rather thinks of where you two will have a date next, staying up all night while staring at his ceiling and daydreaming of you. Perhaps a picnic in the forest in the afternoon while you two wait for the sun to set would do or maybe going to a spot with beautiful scenery like a lake he found hidden in the forest that looks so magical with the crystalflies and butterflies fluttering their wings around the area? Nevertheless, he’s looking forward to it all.

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whumpcloud · 1 year

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Delicate - Kind

masterlist

content: pet whump, carewhumper, drinking, mentions of alcoholism, hangover, self-harm (burning, as punishment), begging to be hurt (belted in specific), mentions of beating, mentions of shock collar, emeto, it as a pronoun (not in a dehumanising way)

"I'm going out," Elio says.

Peter visibly brightens at the words. Sir almost never goes out, and Peter was starting to worry that there was a problem he didn't know about, that Sir was like Master and can't go out instead of just choosing not to.

"Where are you going, Sir?" Peter asks, putting down the sponge so he can listen.

"Seeing some friends," Elio shrugs, and pulls on a coat. "Might crash on someone's couch instead of coming home."

"O-Oh." Peter tries not to fidget. "Should I come with you?"

Elio stares at him. "Why would I want you to come with me? I'd look like a fucking idiot, dragging you around."

"...right." Is Peter really so embarrassing? Some kind of secret that Sir has to keep locked up in the house? The comment crawls under Peter's skin. "When will you be back?"

"Dunno, maybe… I guess if I'm not back by three tomorrow, just call Sofia, I'll write down her number for you and stick it by the landline." Elio pauses. "Sofia's my cousin. By the way."

Peter follows him to the living room and watches him scrawl the number on a post-it note. Sofia was the woman Peter met at the shelter, he thinks. He thought he was going to be her Pet at first. He wishes he was. She smelled like roses and told him he looked sweet. Sir never says things like that to him.

"Make sure you take your medicine with you," Peter says, trying to be helpful. "And please don't drink too much, I won't be there to help."

Elio rolls his eyes. "Don't treat me like I'm a teenager, Pete."

"I- I'm just trying to… to help." Why is he so anxious? Peter has found himself getting more and more anxious recently. He never knows if something he says is going to set Sir off. "That's what I'm here for."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Elio sighs, irritated. "I'll literally be fine, I don't need you breathing down my neck about it."

Peter clenches his fists and turns back to the dishes. "Fine. I won't. Have fun, Sir."

Is this anger? Peter hasn't felt anger in a long time. Oh, no, he's angry at Sir, the last person he should ever be angry at. And Sir has to be able to tell, Peter is going to get punished for daring to allow himself to feel that way and-

He hears the sound of the front door slamming shut and he kicks the kitchen cabinets in frustration at himself. No, Sir never punishes him for feeling, even though he deserves it.

Peter stares at the kettle.

It's more methodical than anything. He heats the water until it boils, then sticks his arm out over the sink, and pours it over his skin. He lets himself scream, just a little - he doesn't want to bother or worry the neighbours - and pours until he feels tears stinging his eyes from the pain, then puts it down.

Good boy. Peter takes a deep breath and swallows the tears. He can cover the burn with his sleeve so that Sir doesn't worry about it. The punishment isn't for him. Peter just needs to be reminded how to be good, and it's a good enough Pet to do that all by itself.

It. Peter can be it, for a while, just until Sir gets back. Another thing to hide from him. It tries to finish the dishes and ignore the pain.

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It's bored.

Sir didn't give it any special tasks to do, and the flat is completely clean. It took care of all of its own needs - it's started to just wear Sir's clothes after bathing, and they're a little big, but Sir doesn't seem to notice or care - so now it has nothing else to do. It lies upside down on the couch for a moment, like it's seen Sir do, but all the blood rushes to its head and it gets up almost immediately.

It wanders into the kitchen, looking for food just to have something to do. The fridge is mostly empty, and Peter stops for a minute to write down that it needs to order more groceries, before turning back. Really, the only things in the fridge are bottles of cider.

Peter fidgets. It's always wondered what the appeal of being drunk was. It makes people violent and aggressive and unsteady on their feet. Why would anyone want that?

Well, Sir isn't here. It could find out.

Mentally, Peter kicks itself for thinking that at all. There would absolutely be consequences for that! Sir could come back, he didn't say he was definitely staying out. And Peter can't do what it's made for under the influence. And Sir is an addict, who knows how he'll react if his Pet drinks even one bottle that's supposed to be his?

Peter takes one anyway. It doesn't care what Sir does, not right now. Maybe Peter wants to know what it's like to be drunk, but it thinks that mostly it wants to spite Sir.

It's supposed to feel bad about that, feel some kind of terror at the idea of Sir's response. It doesn't.

With a quiet "oof" of effort, Peter uses the wall-mounted bottle opener to get the cider bottle open. It takes a swig, and the drink is much sweeter than it expected. Doesn't Sir prefer more sour drinks? Still, Peter can taste the alcohol strongly. This can't be worth it.

Maybe it just needs to drink more to understand.

Halfway through the third bottle, Peter starts to feel it. Its mind starts to blur at the edges. It grabs a few more bottles - how many more it doesn't really know - and falls back onto the sofa. Is this how Sir feels all the time? It isn't that Peter doesn't know how addiction works, of course whatever they're taking has to feel good somehow, but it didn't understand how it felt good when it made people act so badly. This feels so good.

Peter giggles to itself and takes another sip.

—

Elio thought going out would make him feel better, but it didn't. He's barely present for the conversations going on, and he finds himself just letting the host know he's leaving and slipping out of the door.

He'd have thought Peter would be asleep by now, but no, Peter is lying on the sofa staring up at the ceiling.

"Pete?" Elio asks. "Why are you up?"

"Huh?" Peter blinks, then turns to face Elio, and smiles wide. "Oh… hi, Sir!"

Elio narrows his eyes. There are bottles beside the sofa.

"Have you been drinking?" Elio says, through gritted teeth.

"Don't get pissy about it," Peter rolls his eyes and stares up at the ceiling again. "You get pissy about everything."

Elio blinks, before stepping closer. "What?"

"You're so mad at me all the time," Peter says, as though it's nothing. "What did I ever actually do to you? Other than exist, I guess."

"Are you serious right now?" Elio clenches his fists. "You drink half the cider in the fridge and you think it's a good idea to start a fucking argument?"

"You left me alone," Peter shrugs. "You didn't tell me I couldn't."

"Don't be stupid!"

"Oh yeah, and you call me stupid all the time," Peter says, in the same breathy tone. He isn't snapping or shouting, and that's annoying Elio even more. "I'm smart, I know I'm smart. I know lots more than you. You can't even keep your flat clean. And you never appreciate me for that either. I do all these things for you and you're so rude for no reason. Is it just me or are you like that to everyone?"

"I swear to god, Pete," Elio hisses, "shut the fuck up right now."

"Or what? You never punish me for anything. Are you going to grow a backbone?" Peter stumbles upright, then drops to his knees in front of Elio. "Go on. Hit me. I dare you, Sir."

Elio stares at him. Is this what's been buried under Peter's politeness? This spite, this resentment? There is the urge in Elio, for a minute, to slap Peter across the face as he can.

Then it fades. "Absolutely not."

"See!" Peter is getting louder, now. "I insult you to your face and you still won't do anything! Master would've beat the shit out of me for this."

"Yeah, well, I'm not him," Elio snaps.

"No, you're not," Peter casts his eyes to the floor. "I wish you were. I miss him."

"Why do you miss him if he beat you?" Elio scoffs.

"He wanted me!"

Elio feels the urge to hit Peter again. "Yeah, okay, I didn't want you. But I didn't want to send you back either, so here we fucking are."

"Why didn't you send me back?" Peter leans up, glaring at Elio. "There was no reason not to!"

"Because- Because!" Elio doesn't know if he has an answer. "I- I felt bad, I guess. You were right there and I just… I don't know!"

Peter rocks back and forth, twisting the fabric of his jumper. "I just wish you'd… I just want a thank you sometimes, or my hair stroked. Remember when you let me lie in your lap? That was good! I'm not supposed to want things but I want you to be kind to me!"

There's a silence, for a moment, before Peter realises what he's said.

"Is that too much?" Peter whispers. "Is that bad? I shouldn't be asking you for things."

Elio isn't a kind person. He knows that. He doesn't try to be, because he would have to try all the goddamn time and he doesn't have the patience. But Peter is a human being, a human being he's stuck with and is asking him to be kind. Just a thank you or a pat on the head. Can't he manage that? Is he really that bad?

"Just…" Elio sighs. "Come on. Let's get you to bed. We'll talk about it in the morning. When you aren't drunk."

Peter lets Elio help him up, but stops Elio from pulling him towards his room.

"Can I sleep with you, Sir?" Peter asks, quiet again. "Please? Just for tonight."

With an irritated sigh, Elio concedes. "Yeah. Sure."

Elio hasn't slept in the same bed as another person for years, so when Peter not only lays down beside him, but clutches at his shirt for comfort, Elio feels a little strange.

"Can you hold me?" Peter whispers. "Please? I'm sorry if I'm asking too much."

Strange is definitely the word. Peter is curling up to make himself seem small, but there's only a few inches of difference between them. Elio ends up putting his hand on the back of Peter's head, fidgeting with his hair. Peter murmurs a thank you.

—

Peter wakes up with a horrific headache.

He lets out a tiny whimper, realising he's still curled up against Sir. He only remembers bits and pieces of last night, but he knows what he said, he knows how bad his insults were, and the fear and the pain and the churning in his stomach is twisting his insides into knots.

He forces himself out of bed - he asked Sir to hold him after saying all of that, how could he? - and drops to his knees beside it, shivering and close to tears, even though he's not supposed to cry, he can't cry!

He's a bad Pet. Why is he always a bad Pet? For once in his stupid, worthless life, can't he do something right? No wonder Sir never praises him or gives him any affection. He hasn't earned it, he'll never earn it.

"Pete?"

Peter's forehead hits the floor. He can't form words for a moment, can't figure out what he even should say to try to earn some kind of forgiveness, if he deserves that at all and not just to be discarded.

"I'm sorry!" Peter says, voice coming out as a desperate whimper. "I'm so, so sorry, I should have never said those things to you, Sir, o-or gotten drunk on your cider, or- or any of it! I'm s-s-so sorry, please p-punish me--"

Peter's begging devolves into incoherent sobs. He isn't supposed to feel like this. Master would have beat him black and blue for crying, maybe put the shock collar back on and let the electricity run through him until he learned to bury all these useless feelings again. Sir hasn't punished him yet but he still could.

"...Pete, sit up."

Peter immediately straightens his back, even though it makes his throat burn with bile and his vision swim. Frantically, he rubs at his eyes to hide or at least dry his tears, but he hiccups and has to cover his mouth so that he doesn't throw up onto the carpet.

"Jesus," Elio mutters. "Okay. Come on. I'm taking you to the bathroom, don't argue with me or say anything else."

Peter doesn't speak a word. Elio takes him under the arms and gently guides him to the bathroom. Almost immediately, Peter falls onto the tiles and vomits into the toilet bowl.

"I'm- I'm sorry," Peter gasps. "I'm s-so sorry, I sh-shouldn't be sick--"

"You're hungover," Elio says flatly, crouching down beside him. "If you weren't sick I'd be surprised. You weigh basically nothing and you had, like, six bottles? And you've probably never been drunk before. It's fine."

"I sh-shouldn't have drunk th-them in the first p-place," Peter whines, tears still streaming down his cheeks.

"They're literally two-fifty. Cheaper if I get a multipack. I'll just get some more."

"But I- I--"

"Fucking listen to me, Pete!"

Peter squeaks and shuts his mouth.

Elio swallows. "I… sorry. Shouldn't have smapped. Look. It's fine."

"I can't… I c-can't take care of you l-like this…" Peter gags and lets out a little whimper. "I'm useless, I'm- I…"

With a sigh, Elio gently rubs the back of Peter's neck. Peter practically melts into the touch.

"I don't need taken care of, okay?" Elio says. "Not when you're like this. You're always doing everything all the time, anyway. I think we'll live if you can't clean up for one day."

"But what a-about- about your--"

"Shh," Elio says, and it's the gentlest tone he's ever used with Peter. "You're sick. You're spending the day resting."

"But S-Sir--!"

"That's an order," Elio replies firmly. "Do you need me to hold your bangs back while you puke?"

Peter miserably nods his head.

—

By the time evening has rolled around, Peter is feeling much better. Elio has brought him painkillers, which is more than he deserves, and even managed to make meals so that Peter eats. This time when Elio enters the room, Peter is on his knees, fidgeting with a folded belt.

"What are you doing?" Elio asks.

"I… I'm better now, Sir," Peter says quietly. "So I thought I would, um, save you the trouble of finding something to punish me with. U-Unless you already… had a plan…"

"Don't be-" Elio stops himself. He was about to call Peter stupid again. Like it's a reflex. Come on, Elio, you can be nice. "Pete. What do you think you need punished for?"

"For insulting you," Peter replies, voice shaking. "For drinking. A-And for crying."

Elio sighs. "You already apologised. No punishment."

"But I need to learn!" Peter insists.

Keep it together, Elio. "Are you going to do it again if I don't beat you with a belt?"

Peter falters. "N-No."

"So it's unnecessary," Elio shrugs. "No punishment. Actually, no punishments ever. For anything. I don't wanna do that. It'll just make us both feel bad."

"...never?" Peter stares at Elio like he has two heads.

"Never," Elio nods. "Look, you already got consequences. You were sick and you feel sorry now. So… that's enough."

Peter is quiet, and Elio uses the moment to take the belt. He doesn't understand why you would actually hit a Pet. That's still a human being.

"What's the point of punishing a Pet like you, anyway?" Elio asks, half-rhetorically. "How are you supposed to take care of people if you're injured?"

"Usually Service Pets wouldn't be punished," Peter explains in a soft voice. "But it… it was part of my responsibilities. Master had anger issues. If Master was hitting me when he was angry, he wouldn't break important things."

Elio folds his arms. Remembers the conversation from last night. "I'm not gonna hit you if I'm mad. You're… you're important, Pete."

Peter blinks, then smiles. There's a warm sensation in his chest. "Thank you, Sir."

Sir thinks I'm important.

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The country of cunning victors...is an anxious mess? 4

Part 1:

https://www.tumblr.com/mystermoose/735465215641124864/the-country-of-cunning-victorsis-an-anxious?source=share

Carmedenon: you sex: female age: 20s

Today, was really not your day.

You were suppose to be meeting with the rest of the world and finally come out of your shell. But instead, here you were. Running away from the people whom you still couldn't believe are your fellow country humans. One look of them in that room was enough for you to know that you can't do this. No way! These people are definitely way too much for your poor little anxious heart to handle.

They can't even get along in this supposed peaceful era!

The thought added dread in your heart 'Would I even be able to get along with them? I've been isolated for so long, I have no idea what I'm dealing with...I'm such an idiot! Why did I let myself come here blind!' you thought to yourself as you ran away from the men.

"Hey where you going?! Didn't you hear me? I said you were in the right room!" said the American who was now chasing after you.

"Stop screaming at her, you idiot! Now look what you've done? You scared her enough to run away from you"

"Me? Pretty sure she's running away because she saw the both of you! Running while strangling each other, If anyone scared her it's you guys!"

All three of them started arguing as they ran after you, and this just prompted you to run even faster and hoping that you could lose them in some way. But as if the world hates you, extra voices were heard behind all of you.

"Ah! There she is! Hey there! I've heard so much about you from your brother! It's so nice to finally meet you. Oh! You resemble him quite a bit aru"

"That's her? She's not what I imagined her to be, she's quite adorable da~"

Seeing as all of you were getting a little too far away, they also joined in the chase.

'Oh no! Now there's 5 of them! Ok, ok calm down you've been chased down before. All I have to do is lose them!'

Unfortunately for you, despite having done this multiple times before, thinking while running for your life was something you were never good at. That being said, those said multiple times were also the same multiple times you almost lost. And while you were running, a dawning realization has filled your heart with dread.

'I have no idea where I'm going. I don't even know how this fancy building's floor plan looks like. Shit, I'm lost...'

As if the universe hasn't picked up on how you're scared and panicking right now, 3 more has joined the quest of chasing after you.

"Vhat do you think you're doing!? Stop running!" you heard the large man who was being accompanied by two smaller men yell with a thundering voice.

You felt like you were just yelled at and that made you panicked more, this felt exactly like what you older brother warned you about the generation of countries you were going to be part of.

It's going to be full of persistent men, no matter how scared they make you, they won't stop. So you must be stronger for yourself.

And right he was, as he here you were being chased by persistent men. All who are seemingly unaware of how uncomfortable they're making you right now, like dang, you are really regretting leaving your house right now. With the chaos going on around you, your mind has solidified your resolve.

You're getting out of here. Now

Screw what punishment queen Elinor might have for you for going back on your word and ditching meeting the rest of your kind. They may be your people but they're not your kind of people. And then an idea formed in your brilliant mind.

'It's not one of my best ideas but it can still buy me enough time to find a way out of here'

Settling with your idea, you quickened your pace until you were out of their sight and luckily you found a good temporary hiding spot so you settled there and waited for them to pass by you. Just after a few seconds you heard their steps, but then they stopped right infront of where you were hiding and then you heard one of them talk.

"Oh great, we lost her! Way to go guys! Right when I was about to introduce myself and bring her back to the meeting room to" said the bespectacled blond man, to who you have observed to be the loudest of them all.

"Who do you think you are to blame anyone here? She was already running when she already saw you, if anything this is your bloody fault! Going after her even when we told you not to!" the one in green said in a scolding way. Now taking a good look at him, his eyebrows are really thick....not that there's anything wrong with that!

"What!? How could this be just my fault? If you hadn't come rushing at our direction while fighting with France she would've been less scared. Not to mention the sudden appearances of China and Russia back there, everyone made her feel like she was getting ganged up on! So you can't pin this on just me" the man clapped back.

Upon being mentioned and dragged the way he did, an argument ensues where they start blaming each other and defending themselves. Finally the more composed blond man shut them up with his booming voice.

"Enough! You really can't be together in a minute without arguing, can you? It's almost embarassing to think that we lost to the likes of you! Look, she can't be that far and out this building yet. So let's split up and look for her, and try not to get into arguments while you're looking!" he said in the same commanding voice you had heard him use. And it worked as they all grew silent and finally split up to go look for you. Not knowing in the slighest that you were there, and that you heard everything.

"So they're always like that?...My plan might actually work" you said to yourself and finally scurried off to put your plan into action.

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Hey guys, sorry for not being back on the day that I said that I would be. It's just that life got me busy and i really couldn't find the time for this. But when I finally got a break, I decided to give you this chapter. And since I ended it on a cliffhanger, hopefully I could pressure myself into releasing the next one as fast as possible.

Also thanks for the people who are loyally liking all the chapters, you guys are really encouraging me to continue this story. Especially since most of you are closet Hetalians, glad to be one of your guilty pleasures lol.

Previous part:

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aerodaltonimperial · 1 year

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sorry your week is sucking so far! i would love to hear your take on “hook joins the best friends”—the twist is that he & danhausen haven’t reconciled yet :]

(SORRY THIS TOOK AWHILE TO GET TO)

"Okay," Orange says, slowly, the way he draws everything out syllable by syllable, "Tell me again why you went out and rescued him?"

"Because the Firm was ganging up on him," Chuck says.

"Yeah, and it was pathetic," Trent adds. "Like, pathetic enough to spur me into action. I felt bad for the guy."

"Besides, he's Danhausen’s best friend," Chuck continues.

In tandem, the three of them turn to look at the two figures sitting on the bench. Danhausen has his hands between his knees, resolutely looking away from the other figure seated on the same, hands shoved into his sweatshirt pockets. There might as well be enough room to land a jumbo jet between them. Neither of them have spoken since they came back from the ring.

"They don't look like best friends right now," Orange says.

"Well, sometimes we don't look like best friends, either," Chuck points out. "Remember when you two fought over that title match?"

"Yeah, don't remind me." Trent snorts. "You think they'll be okay? Eventually?"

"Yeah. Of course." But Chuck sounds less sure than he had a few minutes ago, when they had rushed out with metal chairs ready to pop Ethan Page's head in. "It'll be fine."

Orange goes quiet. This is not, on its own, unusual. Then he asks, "And you're sure they're best friends?"

"Of course, they are," Chuck says. "What else would they be?"

They look over to the bench again. Danhausen is rocking back and forth a little, still looking anywhere else. Hook hasn't really moved, but his arms are trembling, just a little, just enough to jostle the fabric of his sleeves.

"Oh, shit," Trent says. "We may have gravely misinterpreted this situation."

"Oh no," Chuck reaches for his face and drags his fingers down his cheeks. "Ooooooh no. Okay. Nobody panic. Noooooobody panic."

"I'm not panicking," Orange says, deadpan.

"I sort of am!" Trent hisses. "Oh man. Do you think it ended badly?"

"No, I think it ended with an engagement. Of course it ended badly!" Chuck leans in. "Neither of them have said a word since we got back!"

Trent spreads his hands to either side. "Well, how do we fix it?"

"I don't know!" Chuck exclaims. "But we just extended an invitation to his ex, and now we have to deal with it."

"Okay, listen, it's fine," Trent says. "We'll just...we'll just have to get them back together. That solves the problem."

"That feels like a lot of work." Orange sighs.

"Yeah, and it feels like it's going to create a new, different problem," Chuck says.

"Then we'll solve the new problem once we get there," Trent replies. "Okay. Just...think of ways to do this. It can't be that hard, right?"

The three grow quiet. Then they all look over at the bench again. Hook has begun to tap his foot against the ground in obvious anxious anticipation, like he can't help himself. And Danhausen has hunched further in, shoulders forming a miserable curve.

"Shit," Chuck says. "I don't know how to do this."

"It's fine," Trent says. He doesn't sound like he believes it. "Everything is fine. Think of ways we can get them back together, and everything will be fine."

Orange sighs again, forlorn. "This is going to be such a process."

"Shut up," Trent hisses. "That's not helpful. Get brainstorming."

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maid's worst nightmare - ch 24

okay... last time we had a long chapter i linked it, but i guess i'll see if tumblr will let me post it. no warnings this time except for loose lips ;)

previous chapters

@sovereign-of-succ

Your heart hammered against your chest as you stared up the grand staircase at Bowser's door. It was hard to reason with yourself that there was no reason to be so anxious, because the anxiety wasn't stemming from actual fear. Therein lied the problem - you didn't know why you were anxious so you couldn't talk yourself down.

But you had to go up at some point. He was probably expecting you pretty soon. It would be best to just get it over with - the sooner you went up, the sooner it would be over.

Okay, Maidie, just be cool…

"Missy!"

Oh, thank whoever was watching over you for Dryden’s little voice.

You turned around just in time to see the poor koopa trip and go spinning out. Although you wanted to laugh you held yourself in check, instead kneeling to catch him when he got closer to you.

"Easy, kid," you smiled, helping him back onto his feet. A quiet giggle escaped you when you saw his eyes were rolling around a little, but the kid just grinned.

"Thanks, Missy. I came to give you a message." He held onto your wrists tightly as he steadied himself, giving his head a shake to clear it. When he looked up at you, he gasped softly. "Wow… you look like a goddess…" he whispered in awe.

You chuckled and gently patted his head. "Thank you, sweet boy. Wendy decided to do my makeup, so I'm glad it came out well."

"I'll say," he nodded. He held his arms out to be picked up and you sighed, but obliged, a little surprised when he basically weighed nothing. "You're also a lot happier today than you were when I met you. Does that mean you're settling in a little bit more? Has Lord Bowser been nice to you? If not, I'll kick his tail!" He puffed his cheeks out in what you assumed was supposed to be an intimidating display.

"Easy, tiger," you laughed, "That's very sweet of you, but he's been good to me just like you told me he was. In fact, I have to go meet with him now, so what was it you needed to tell me? Also, why me?"

A grin stretched over Dryden’s beak. "Because Ludwig said so! Um, right, but the message was for you to meet him in the garage after lunch. And Junior, and maybe Morton if Morton isn't being… um… what did he say?" He scratched his head in thought. "Obno… a knob… shuss? No… onnox… obxon… um…. Annoying. Sometimes Morton likes to be annoying just because, so he'll be there if Ludwig hasn't kicked him out."

Fuck, this kid was adorable.

You nodded seriously to make sure he knew you understood what he was trying to say. It sounded like Morton liked to potentially butt heads or irritate people just for kicks, so you'd have to tread carefully with him.

"Thank you for letting me know, Dryden. Will you be there, too?"

"Of course!" His little chest puffed out in pride at being included with the other kids.

"Then I'll see you all after lunch," you smiled, and moved to put him down. Before you got too far, though, he lightly tapped your shoulder.

"Um… Missy?" he mumbled shyly.

"Yes, Dryden?" You smiled patiently.

"Ummmmm…" He shifted and giggled softly. "Can I have a kiss?"

Well bless his little heart, how could you say no?

You grinned and kissed his cheek, sure to leave a faint lipstick mark, and then set him down. "There you go, squirt. Now go get some lunch and I'll see you in a little while, okay?"

"Okay!" he grinned, and hurried back the way he'd come with his hand protectively covering where you'd kissed his cheek.

You chuckled, then turned back toward the staircase and started heading up to the heavy wooden door at the top. After seeing Dryden, you really felt a little better - again - and managed to keep your anxiety under control as you grew ever closer to the door. Well, mostly. By the time you reached it, butterflies had settled in your stomach again, but you did your best to ignore them as you pushed the door open.

"I'm back," you called softly. "I could only find Wendy, and she needed a little girl time so I guess I missed the boys before they left their rooms, but Dryden said they wanted to see me after lunch so I can check on them then and then be back to finish patching up your clothes…" Your voice trailed off a little when you realized Bowser wasn't hovering near the door waiting for you.

You took a few steps further into the room and saw his closet door open, the tip of his tail sticking out of it. Ah. So he was here.

"...Sir?" you sighed.

"I heard ya," he grunted in response.

You hummed; you'd let him finish whatever it was he was doing before bothering him further. When you turned to go sit on the couch to wait, something new in the room caught your eye: a table had been brought in and set up in one of the empty corners, complete with silverware and placemats and wine glasses. Huh. This seemed… awfully suspicious.

Like a date sort of suspicious.

"So how was Wendy?" Bowser asked from the closet.

You glanced at him, then took a seat on the foot of the bed so you weren't having to yell your responses back to him.

"She was pretty grateful for some time with me, honestly," you murmured, "or at least that's how it seemed to me. I even got a hug out of it."

Bowser's tail flicked, the spikes lightly tapping the door frame. "And she didn't have to bribe ya for it?" he asked, definitely suspicious.

You scoffed in response. "Hell no. It really seems like she's kinda desperate for another girl to be around… or I guess just some older female figure in her life. She did tell me that Princess Peach hardly gives her the time of day when she's here… is that true?" You leaned back on your hands, eyes on the table setup.

"Peach is an utter darling," Bowser replied a little too defensively to be believed. You weren't even sure he believed himself, because honestly, it sounded like the one he wanted to convince was him, not you. "But Wendy's right. She don't really pay my kids much mind when we go through our little rigamarole. She's not rude, of course, but it's kinda like she don't really know how to interact with 'em, and… and won't try."

He finished quietly; you were pretty sure that was a new revelation to him that he'd realized as he was talking to you. It broke your heart for multiple reasons, but mostly because of how easy it really seemed to connect with the kids so far. You weren't trying basically at all, just being a decent adult to them, and three kids (albeit one not his) had already latched onto you.

Just who was Peach?

"Okay…" You sighed softly. You'd have time to figure this out. The Beanbean party hadn't left yet to tell Peach you were here, but maybe when she got you she'd explain if you asked. "Different question, then."

"What," he growled.

You rolled your eyes. "What're you doing in the closet still?"

"Tryna get this gotdamn thing tied but I'mma just say fuck it!" he snarled, obviously frustrated. "Fixin' to burn this shit up, I fuckin' swear!"

"Oh my god, you overgrown child, whatever it is, let me help." You got yourself onto your feet and stepped up to the door frame; it was a bit surprising to see him in… shit, was he wearing a suit? It was a little hard to tell even though his shell was elsewhere - his spikes were still a little in the way.

You'd noticed it when you were fixing up clothes the day before, but it was different to see how the spikes fit so perfectly into the holes on the back of his shirts. So that's how he wore stuff under the shell…

"I got it," he muttered, hunching his shoulders and sticking his elbows out to the sides to prevent you from getting around him.

You frowned. "Let me help," you insisted, gently nudging his tail with your leg. It flicked out of the way as if to allow you to slip closer, so you slid as close as you could to his side while staying wary of his spikes.

"I said I got it!" he chuffed. He lifted his head to throw you a glare, but the moment he caught your eye he spun around to face you, his spikes stuck out behind him like a pincushion. His eyes were wide in shock as he stared down at you.

You weren't entirely sure how to take that, so you stubbornly reached to help with the tie he was struggling with. To your internal alarm, he shied away from your hands, backing into the wall. Your lips pressed into a thin line but you persisted in tying his tie. And, since he couldn't flee, you quietly got it tied and patted his chest gently.

"You do know it's still me?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. Yes, you were entirely uncertain why he was reacting like he was, but you'd been assured you looked good, not scary.

He nodded that yes, he did know. So he wasn't like a cat not knowing what a mask was…

Your eyebrows knitted together as something struck you. "Bowser," you said slowly, "are you… blushing?"

"N-no!" he barked. "Fuckin' - git–" He pushed off the wall and raised his hands as if to shoo you away, but you weren't done yet. Oh no. The king was blushing and you wanted to know exactly why.

Surely it wasn't what you were thinking, right?

You forced yourself to hold his irate gaze, boldly placing your hands on his tummy. Immediately, he swallowed and pressed his back against the wall again, expression morphing into one of mild panic as the scales on his cheeks grew ever darker.

Gently, almost experimentally, you rubbed his tummy in what you hoped was a soothing action. "Bows?" you cooed softly. Holy shit, you were definitely poking the bear - er, koopa, but you had no idea when the next time you'd have this effect on someone would be.

He turned his snout up as he chuffed at you. But after a moment, he seemed to get over himself enough to do something and brought his hands up to your shoulders. You let him gently turn you around to guide you toward the table.

"Lunch soon…" he muttered, letting one of his hands slip down to your waist. You glanced back at him but he still wasn't looking at you. "Thought ya might get tired of eating on the couch so… table…"

"Bowser."

"Even some wine comin', as a treat–"

You stopped abruptly, almost laughing when he didn't quite stop in time and his stomach pressed against your back. The first time you'd felt it, it had been terrifying, your very first day here, but now that you knew he was a decent guy or was almost comforting.

"Bowser," you stated.

"What," he growled.

"Is this a date?"

"Wh- no! That's - uh…"

You glanced back at him as he looked down at himself in his suit, then at the table set for two including fancy wine glasses and even a candle, and then finally at you. He looked mildly guilty. You raised your eyebrows in a silent demand for an explanation, and he shifted. His tail even curled around his legs.

"Bowser–" you started, turning to put your hands on your hips, but he caught your hands and held them gently in his own.

"It was just supposed to be a nice lunch," he mumbled earnestly, "I mean, ya looked so pretty, I thought it could be a pleasant surprise to… to, um…"

The two of you stared at each other with wide eyes and developing blushes as he registered what he'd just said. You felt like your heart stopped. There wasn’t anxiety or fear or anything as you just stared dumbly up at him, and he stared dumbly down at you.

He'd said it. Out loud. To your face. Granted, while trying to explain it wasn't supposed to be a sneaky date (you'd been kidding anyway!) but he'd still just admitted that he thought you were pretty.

Bowser, the king of the koopas, the man known for stealing Princess Peach to try to marry her, was into you, a simple handmaiden. His pawn.

This wasn't something your little heart needed right now. You would happily take the comfort he offered, physical and mental, but you weren't sure you needed to entertain the idea of romance until Rodney was dealt with for good. You didn't need that extra worry. You didn't need the fear that things would turn out the same for you.

And you certainly didn't need those damn butterflies zipping around in your chest like a swarm of hornets was threatening to carry your heart away.

#bowser #bowser x reader #bowser x y/n #super mario bros #fanfic #fanfiction

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fetus-lol · 1 year

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[it’s raining, it’s pouring]

(Part 3-the old man is snoring)

Eyeless jack x gn reader

I have to add that you’re a construction worker for the plot later on— I never talk about body shape and whatnot, just that you’re stronger cuz yk, construction lol

———

"He's okay, just asleep." The lady at the counter, who i knew as Kathy, said.

"Oh, well that's good. He hasn't been sleeping much, has he?"

"You'd be correct.. he's been having trouble, and is refusing any sort of sleep medication.." Kathy glanced away, seeming guilty that he wasn't sleeping—like it was her fault. Ive felt that type of guilt before. It was understandable, but she couldn't help how he didn't sleep much.

"..do you still wanna see him?"

"If it's okay, then yeah"

Kathy smiled warmly. She was nice, and made sure grandpa was in good shape.

Kathy was a good person—friend., Kathy was a good friend.

She led me to grandpas room, 207. It wasn't too far from the front desk, just a few halls down.

Once we were outside his room, Kathy opened the door.

"I'll leave it to you, then — tell him I said hi if he wakes up!" She spoke, waving to me as she walked back to the front.

"Will do, Kathy!" I grinned back.

I walk over to grandpa, sound asleep and snoring. I smiled looking down at him; he was great. He listened to me when I talked about something that happened during work, laughing at my jokes, and he would never decline a new story.

My smile fades as i see his gown slightly altered, it was clearly wrinkled but that wasn't it. There was a red stain near his abdomen — which could have easily been a food stain; but the trays cover that portion of the gown.

I've got a bad feeling about this..

I saw a young nurse walk by — I turn to ask for her help.

"Hey! Could you come here?" I ask tapping her shoulder.

"Of coarse, what do you need?"

"..i" i hesitated. "I think there's something wrong"

"Something wrong with what?" She asks nervously; glancing at the room i came from, grandpas.

"My grandfather has red stains on his gown, it doesn't look like food stains.." i get quiet at the end.

"Show me" she replied anxiously.

I grabbed her forearm and basically dragged the teenage nurse to my grandfathers room.

"See the stains?" I point.

"Yeah, i do. That doesn't look like any food stains I've ever seen.."

She hesitates, but lifts up the gown. Grandpa was in some sort of boxers, so nothing showed — but what I was looking at, were the stitches where one of his kidneys should be.

"Go get one of the doctors." She demands, staring at the bloody stitches.

I stay there, frozen in place.

"Now.!" She basically yells, she got loud, but not because she was angry, because she was anxious.

I basically ran to whatever doctor i could find. The differences between their outfits were noticeable, so I didn't have to guess.

"Please help! My grandfathers stomach is stitched and he has had no surgeries!" I beg, pulling on the doctors uniform towards the direction grandpas room was.

"Wha-"

"Please come!"

"I'm- I'm coming." He replies, mostly confused at the situation but anxious as to what's wrong.

———

"Holy shit" the doctor said.

"Yeah" i reply shakily.

"We've got to get an x-ray or something to figure out why he's stitched on the abdomen."

"Okay, how much would that be?" I ask wearily, worried.

"Well, we didn't preform surgery, and it's just an x-ray, so I'd say around 100." He responds

Silence engulfs the room as both adults look at the elder in a mix of curiosity and anxiety.

———

"Well?" I question as a doctor, who I didn't know, comes up to me.

My nerves are through the roof as they look to the side.

"He's missing his left kidney."

What the fuck!?

"What?"

"We're not too sure how it happened, but the fact stands.. he's missing kidney."

Holy shit

"It most likely happened at night when he was asleep, although the windows are locked at those hours."

"So whatever took his kidneys was already in the building," I state, "that's the shit you're trying to tell me!?" My voice gets louder as my anger boils. He was supposed to be safe. Wasn't that the whole point of putting him where he was supposed to get better?

The doctor stands still. Not sure how to react to my outburst.

"What am I supposed to do now? Keep him home with me? Because it's damn clear that you don't know how to keep your own patients safe!" I exclaim in anger; face red.

"We can-" the doctor begins, but I didn't let them finish. I close my eyes.

"No. No, I'm leaving. We'll talk over the phone tomorrow. I have a job that I can actually get done," I look to the doctor, "unlike some people."

I turn around, not looking back. I had a job to get to. And I wasn't about to be late.

My job required my attention, and i would do it right. Unlike these so called professionals.

———

Polls stuck out of the ground as tarps covered most the ground. The construction site was looking good as I stepped out of my car. While we weren't continuing the build, i still had to check up on structure and check off safety precautions. It would've been Joshua's turn today, but he had just gotten a cold.

So me it was.

Taking the clipboard off from the console, i begin to check things off.

As i moved towards the actual structure, checking boxes off, I think about grandpa.

I think about the hospital and nursing home, how a whole organ was taken while grandpa was asleep, the first night where he gets a full nights rest and his kidney is taken.

The security in that place definitely hasn't worked for a while or else my grandfather would still have both kidneys.

———

With everything in good condition, I head back to my car. It felt off, but then again everything felt off right now. After the recent events nothing felt normal.

But what could I do?

Not much.

Shutting the car door, I sat in silence for a good minute. Thinking things over, and organizing my thoughts.

And with my mind in order, I get ready to drive off — but then there was a scratch.

And that a small noise.

A cat, maybe?

Getting out the car, I look around. And there it was again.

It came from under my car — and then I heard it again.

As I bent down, nothing.

Maybe I just imagined it, things like that happen.

But I heard it again.

I took a closer look under my car; and there it was. A small kitten covered in dirt and mud. Taking my time, I reach out to it.

The kitten backed away, as expected.

I thought for a split second, then I remembered I had some cat food in the back seat that I forgot to take out last time I got groceries.

Getting up, i open the side door. Rummaging through the backseats, I find a singular jar of cat food.

I step back, shutting the car door carefully as to not scare the cat.

Opening the jar, I put it on the ground. I backed up, far enough to not be intimidating but close enosis so I could grab the kitten when they came out from under my car.

Slowly but surely, it came out to eat. I gave it a second, then grabbed it.

Scratching and biting me, I still got a hold of it. My hands bled slightly as their unkempt claws dug into my skin.

I might end up getting an infection from the dirt; but I'll worry about that when I get home. Snatching the food, I get back in my car.

———

The drive home was hell. The small cat scratched up my seats and me, although they called down after a bit. Somewhat.

In my house, the kitten swatted and clawed me as I tried to wash them up, but I was unable to flip the tiny cat over without injuring myself further with scratches so I planned on figuring out another time when the feline trusted me more.

The kitten was cleaned and dried, several scratches and cuts covered their body that I had wrapped up (it was a struggle, but I made it work), now there was a fluffy orange tabby. I would have to bring them to the vets later on, but I'll have to gain the cats trust first.

...I wonder how grandpa is.

This whole cat dilemma had me only focused on the stray, but now that I've got free time — I'm worried again. I stiffen up as I think of what could go wrong.

So many things.

But I shouldn't think about that.

Looking out the window, I realize just how late it is. Pitch black out with some twinkle stars scattered around the sky.

I should really go to bed.

———

Night came and went, and now it was morning.

My cat was sat next to me, and the tabby not in the room. I sat up in bed, rubbing the tiredness out of my eyes. As I move the blankets off of me, I feel just how cold it is in the house.

I put on some slippers and wrap a blanket around myself as I walk to the thermostat. Same as ever, it must just be cold outside.

I stepped into the living room, seeing the stray tabby on my couch, wrapped in blankets that were definitely in the closet before.

I glance at the closet; it was closed. I look back to the cat in a nest of blankets, they looked so peaceful.

I sad down next to the tabby, and my cat climbs up with me. Taking a few pillows, I lay on the couch myself. It was a day off today; I could rest.

Nothing wrong with some extra sleep.

———

Jack limped, after getting caught by an older man who woke up in the middle of jack trying to get a meal.

He didn't know where to go now.

They took care of that cat... would they take care of me?

Jack was hopeful — he had to be. He was far away from his own cabin and he only knew Y/n.

But they didn't know him.

They were kind though, they might help.

Maybe.

#eyeless jack #creepypasta #xreader #x male reader #x reader #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack x male reader #x gn reader #eyeless jack x gn reader #x female reader #reader insert #male reader #gn reader #creepypasta x reader #eyeless jack x y/n #gender neutral fanfic #fanfiction

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a-libra-writes · 2 years

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... What if in Modern-AU Catelyn lives?

And it's not the whole normal affair of Ex-wife and New-Wife hating each other, it's more like a besties type thing?

Catelyn sometimes specifically comes over to hang out with Ned's new wife. She gives Ned a 'Oh Hi, How are- 'Y/N! There's a new cafe I wanted to go with you to!' or 'Ned, you look great- Y/N! you're glowing! Do you know the gender of the baby yet?'

Rickon talks about having 2 moms to his schoolmates, confusing the teacher. Because they were sure that Rickon had a father? They've seen a father... Right?

Only for Catelyn and Y/n to show up at the next PTA meeting when Ned is busy and can't come. Further confusing the Teacher.

(Que teacher panicking, they haven't been releasing this child to a random stranger, right?)

It was all cleared up, but Ned still gets suspicious looks from the teacher.

Their friendship was more like sisters than anything else. Catelyn hasn't spoken to Lysa in so long... She misses her sister and so Y/N is a surrogate *and better than Lysa,*

Oh how interesting!! I love how much youve thought about this haha, ill add a few cents!

In this case, Cat and Ned must've separated on amicable terms and she still sees the kiddos a ton - probably has joint custody. I like the idea of Sansa's college being close to Catelyn's place so she can room with her mom if she doesn't want to do dorms (plus she can keep Lady with her!).

It's super sweet she's involved with the new wife too, especially if she's very new to motherhood and super anxious about it. Catelyn def has plenty of expertise and advice and might come across as pushy, but she genuinely wants to help! She def asks Arya and Bran to help out the new wife with some chores to make her burdens a little easier (sometimes they listen, lol)

I think in modern!au, Catelyn and Lysa are def those sisters who grew up super close and just kept drifting apart :^( Cat tried to lean on her after the divorce, but Edmure ended up being more supportive... ... I like to think it took some time for Catelyn to warm up to the new wife, just because she felt protective of Ned. Once they're friends she's really glad to have that sort of female companionship. I kinda think she'd place more importance on a female friend?? Or she's of the generation that "men and women can't be close without it being romantic", yanno.

(Not related but I feel she mentors Brienne in some way in this au!!!)

I think Ned worries they wouldnt get along bc he still loves Cat a lot (in a familial way now) and he's worried Rickon and Bran and Arya won't adjust well... but after time and lots of talking and reassuring it works out. The PTA meetings are def funny, but imagine the sports games for Arya ... the hockey moms are gossiping about "Catelyn and that other woman" being in the same place and they want the catty drama lol. But Cat and the new wife are sitting next to each other like GOOOO ARYA YOU CAN DO IT BABY WOOOOO and now Arya has two embarrassing parents whooping at her while she plays 🤦🏾‍♀️

(Rickon drawing both his mommies and dad and siblings plus Jon at school and one teacher has a conspiracy theory that its some kind of FLDS situation LOL)

Also during holidays and family get togethers... new wife, Catelyn and Lyanna all drinking wine together as the evening winds down. Rickon is asleep on Catelyn and all the dogs are crowded under the table as they play cards and drink

#lysa is def an anti-vaxxer facebook mom lmfao #cersei isnt antivax and she wont stoop to facebook but she 100% instagram influences her kids #at least she doesnt bother with the fake live laugh love stuff lmao its all pics of her expensive clothes &#and vacations and perfectly coordinated children hashtag GIRLBOSS #i know she isnt related i just love her LOL #libra says stupid shit #libra headcanons #anon headcanons #modern!au #ned stark x reader #sort of

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a-crumb-of-whump · 2 years

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Hello!! Idk if requests are open but if they are can I request a whumpee that is drugged and kidnapped by a possessive whumper that is infatuated with them? It's one of my favorite scenarios! But I understand if not! Have an awesome day!

Warning: [Implied] Murder, possessive whumper, creepy whumper, kidnapped, drugged, failed escape attempt.

Scenarios

Whumper gets fed up with Whumpee begging for Caretaker all time time and decides that they need to get rid of them once and for all before they can truly earn Whumpee's love.

When Whumpee wakes up, Whumper is gently trailing their fingers through their hair and smiling down at them, nothing but love and adoration in their eyes. Bonus points if Whumpee hasn't felt a kind touch in years and leans into it, despite being scared out of their mind.

Whumper treating Whumpee ever so gently and refusing to leave even the slightest mark on their delicate skin. Apologising profusely when they accidentally do.

Bathing Whumpee. Perhaps they've got scars on their body from Caretaker or another Whumper and it pisses them off seeing such a sweet thing covered in injuries. They're extra gentle and make sure the water is at the perfect temperature for their perfect person.

By the time Caretaker finally finds Whumpee again, they're so far gone that they they practically beg Caretaker not to take them away from Whumper.

Whumpee fakes mutual adoration for Whumper in order to plan an escape. Bonus points if they start to like Whumper in the process.

Whumper giving Whumpee free range of the house but putting a little tracking device on them to make sure their precious one does not escape. Bonus points if Whumpee graciously accepts it, knowing they're not going anywhere anyway.

After months of being locked away in Whumper's house, Whumper finally takes them into town for a shopping trip. They immediately become overwhelmed and anxious by all the noise and the people, and Whumper is happy. This ensures that Whumpee will not leave them.

Alternatively, Whumper gives Whumpee everything they could ever want as a way of making sure they want to stay here.

Whumper crying when they catch Whumpee trying to escape. Begging them not to leave, telling them that they'll give them everything they want. When Whumpee still says no, Whumper drugs them all over again and drags them back into the house, their sadness morphing into anger and hurt.

Dialogue

"You can't leave. We're meant to be together."

"Oh, would you forget about Caretaker for one god damn second? They're not coming back."

"What are those scars?" - "C-Caretaker gave them to me."

"Don't worry about where I got the bag of jewellery from. Just take it."

"Do you love me yet?" - "You ask me every day, and the answer has always been no. Why would today be any different?"

"I'm sorry but I need to put this tracking collar around your neck if you're gonna have free range of the house. You might leave me if you don't and we can't have that."

"You are the best little captive I could have asked for, you know that? I won't even need to call you my captive once you're here on your own free will. Won't that be nice?"

"What do you mean 'you want to go home'? This is your home now."

"If I have to kill everyone you love just so you'll love me, I will."

"L-let me go. Please. I don't want to be here."

#whump #whump stuff #whump thoughts #whump things #whump prompts #whump dialogue #whump scenarios #whump ideas #whumpee #whumper #whumpee x whumper #whumper x whumpee #possessive whumper #creepy whumper

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cannibalcoyote · 1 year

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David Bowie: Sun Rays to Rainy Days

Imagine not liking David Bowie, and running into him during your stay in New York:

David Bowie, an amazing musician and actor, but also my worst enemy.

Why? Let's just say he said some not so flattering things about me to the press and wrote a not so flattering song that criticized pretty much my entire life. We haven't even met in real life, so I'm not sure where he gets off on the idea that anything he says about me holds meaning or truth.

I just really want to ask him what prompted him to write and say such cruel things about me, but I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Y/N L/N, and I'm an American musician, my genres include hard rock, punk, alternative rock, and art rock; I would say I'm a fairly famous musician in the US and across Europe.

———————

The sky was unrealistically blue this early New York morning, like God had woken up and decided that only the bluest of blue would do today.

Most people enjoy blue skies, but being raised in California makes you either adore or detest them with an undying passion. I personally love rainy weather, so this day is already starting off on the wrong foot.

Checking the clock I sigh in wariness, already feeling tired even though I just woke up. I've been feeling anxious every time I wake up, this only started earlier this year due to the fact that a certain idol of mine has been voicing their negative opinion on me.

I'd normally brush it off and say 'fuck them', but this is David Bowie we're talking about. I love his music, I love his story, most importantly how he went through so many hardships yet still pushed forward.

Now I just regret ever thinking any of this was a good idea, sure all the money is nice, but all my relationships fell through. They started expecting me to pay for everything, wanting me to take them on expensive vacations and get them expensive gifts; now my idol feels the need to hate me as well? Just great.

I'm shook from my thoughts by the stern but smooth voice of my manager. He's a nice man, kind of reminds me of my father in his overall outward aura of professionalism, but a sharp streak of eccentricity shows when you really get to know him.

"Y/N, you've got an interview at 5, that should give you a couple of hours to wander around. Please keep your disguise on this time, I don't need a repeat of London." My manager exclaims with a humorous smile, my face burning in embarrassment at the memory of London. I had been wandering the streets and stupidly decided that it was late enough that no one would be able to recognize me, also being naive and believing I wasn't famous enough to be recognized yet ... Oh how wrong I was. The crowd that formed filled up the streets, I was newly famous, so I didn't expect anyone to recognize me, but the world felt the need to prove me wrong.

"No need to worry, I learned my lesson." I smile sheepishly, he softly pats my shoulder before leaving my hotel room.

Glancing in the mirror I swiftly start fixing my hair and checking my outfit, my mind wandering to my plans. I'm meeting an interviewer today, he's supposed to be a bit of an aggressive one, a little rude from what I've seen, and no questions are out of bounds.

To say I'm a little nervous is an understatement, this is the first interview I've accepted in my 3 years of stardom, so I'm sure he'll be extra aggressive in order to get as many details as possible. I just hope he doesn't bring up the conflict with Bowie, because I really don't have an reason as to how that even started.

———————

My day hasn't actually been that bad, no one has recognized me, so I just got to spend the day as a normal person. I moseyed along the sidewalks, just taking in the hectic environment that is New York. I've been walking around for quite a bit now, stopping in some stores and looking for interesting books to read in my off-time.

I've just bought a sketchbook and some pens when I notice some people that set me on edge. They're about 10 feet away from me, and they're giving me the "is that who I think it is" look. I gulp stiffly as a nervous chill passes down my spine, quickly thanking the cashier as I grab my things and stumble out of the store.

Looking back I can see them follow me, one of them shouting out to me.

"Are you Y/N L/N?" My throat tightens up, I look around frantically, and my fears seem to be coming true. The people on the crowded sidewalks immediately turn their heads at hearing my name. I can see some look for a little, clearly being confused before seeing through my disguise and noticing that it is me.

People start rushing forward, holding out things and excitedly asking for an autograph, something that I usually oblige to, but I am currently in a New York street with no security and no cellphone.

I'm being surrounded, some people are grabbing my shoulders, some pulling on the sleeves of my jacket in the hopes of gaining my attention. All it does is make me frightened, the London event gave me a permanent fear of crowds. I can feel myself start to hyperventilate, all the shouts are turning into one sound, it's so loud yet so quiet at the same time.

My mind is so distorted that I don't even notice I've been running, shoving my way out and being dreadfully aware of how they chase me. Camera flashes are coming from every direction, as are new people fanatically asking for an autograph or a picture; it's all so scary. Why do these people chase me? Why do they swarm around me to get some ink lines on a piece of paper? Why?

I turn a corner in hopes of slickly escaping, but suddenly find myself on the floor, having run into a rather solid chest. I exclaim an apology as I messily stand up, trying to make a run for it, but the person already has a hold on my arms to stop my escape.

"Hold on darling, what are you running from?" I recognize that voice, I look up and want to gasp in both surprise and fear, but the reappearance of the crowd stops me.

"That." I state, staring at the crowd and beginning to hyperventilate again, but I'm stopped when I find myself being swiftly dragged away. I have a hard time keeping up, he is about 5 inches taller than me after all, so he's like one step to every two of mine.

I don't know where he's taking me at first, but when I see the awaiting limo I find myself rushing forward in a burst of speed; dragging him next to me.

He does slap my hand away from the door before opening it and ushering me in before entering.

"Hello John, can you get us out of here." His accented tone is stressed, but still maintains an air of control. I used to love that voice, but now it makes me uncomfortable being so close to him and having to hear him in real life.

I move away from him, pushing myself up against the opposite door and looking at anything but him. The crowd was about 3 yards away when the limo screeched forward, my body finally releasing some of its rigidity as I see them disappear the longer we drive.

I close my eyes, leaning back in my seat as the exhaustion sweeps through me. I rest my hand against my forehead in frustration, in the next hour, all of New York will know I was spotted here and come looking for me. How am I supposed to get in contact with my manager, I don't have a cell, and I can't go asking strangers to borrow theirs.

My mind wants to continue its frustrated tirade, but I am startled out of it by a large hand softly tapping my shoulder. I look over and see a curious David Bowie, offering me a sheepish smile at having distracted me.

"Allo luv." His lovely voice politely rings through the car, I almost want to ask him if he'll write a song with me, but then the harsh reality of everything he's said smacks me in the face.

"Don't call me that." I didn't snap, but my voice was stern, letting him know that this is going to be a tense conversation. His smile falters, clearly not used to being met with such disdain.

"Well... What did you do to get that crowd chasing you?" He brushes off our tense beginning, clearly still curious as to why I was being chased. I glance into his calming eyes and realize he doesn't recognize me, or at least that's what I'm assuming. If he did recognize me, I doubt he would've ushered me into his limo so quickly.

"I don't think we've been formally introduced. My name is Y/N L/N." He raises his eyebrows in surprise at my sudden words, but his face is now cautious, looking at me as though I've just lied straight to his face. Sighing in irritation I pull off my gray fedora and sunglasses before gently removing my wig to show my short hair. He sits back in shock, facing away from me as his eyes fall to his hands.

"... Oh." The car falls back into silence, he clearly doesn't know how to respond. I roll my eyes as I shove the wig into my handbag, hooking the glasses to my shirt before replacing the hat back upon my head. I feel slightly flustered at being saved by him, I should at least thank him, but I think that can wait until I get out of the car.

"...Um. Where would you like me to go, sir?" David looks startled from his haze, quickly glancing to me before back to his driver. He's about to speak when a loud noise startles everyone in the car, closely followed by the sharp hits of water on the windshield. I immediately look out the window, being met with the unexpected view of storm clouds completely filling the once blue sky. I want to smile, I love rain and thunder, but I have no idea what my address is, and I am certainly not dressed for the rain.

"What? Don't like rain Mrs.L/N?" David's irritatingly attractive voice grabs my attention. I look over to him before back to the rain.

"No.. I actually love the rain, and it's Miss, not Mrs." I respond, watching as the rain drops drizzle down the windows. The people on the streets hurriedly running for cover, seemingly as surprised by the rain as I am.

"Drop me off on that street corner, I'll find my way home from there." I say, not looking at David or the driver.

"What do you mean you'll find your way home? Don't you know your address?" David's voice is clearly distressed at the thought of just dropping me off on the corner of a random street. It's my turn to sheepishly smile, scratching the back of my head as I shake my head 'no'. The driver pulls the car over, coming to halt on a quiet street.

I reach my hand over to the handle, but I'm interrupted by David grabbing arm, his grasp gently but firm. His looks so concerned that I almost pity him.

"Don't go, at least let me drop you off at a restaurant or something... " His sentence drops off at the end, clearly hoping I'll give in, but I am in no mood to deal with any of this today. I pull myself from his grasp, opening the door and stepping out; the cold rain is refreshingly cold. I turn away, readjusting my hat and bag, much too busy to notice David getting out after me.

"It's much too cold for you out here darling. Let me drop you somewhere safer than this at least." I can tell he's getting desperate at this point, but it really only makes me angry. How dare he say these things to me after bad mouthing me.

"How dare you act like you care about me." My words are unexpected to both of us, I didn't mean to speak my thoughts, but I guess I can't stop now. I turn around and face him, having to look up at his face due to the unfair height difference.

"You say the most awful things about me to the press, you make fun of my music, then you make fun of my life choices? Now you stand here acting all worried about my well-being?" My voice is equally as distressed as his expression, he clearly wasn't expecting my aggressive response. I take a step forward into his personal space, poking my pointer finger harshly against his chest as I glare into his eyes.

"You were one of the people I looked up to. We had never even met when I randomly heard you say I was some whore who somehow worked her way up to the top." My words are slurring, and my eyes are burning a bit. I don't know why I'm getting so emotional, maybe it's because I was so heartbroken at hearing him kick dirt on my name, or maybe it's because I stupidly gave his opinion a place in my mind.

I didn't even notice that my tears had escaped my eyes and were carving paths down my face until he brought his hands up to cup my jaw. His touch was so gentle as he wiped away my tears, so excessively tender I started to think I was made of thin glass that could be snapped in half.

"I was scared... I was scared, okay? And I know that's not an excuse, and I am sorry." His tone feels rushed yet hesitant, like he doesn't want me to even think about running off. I look straight into his eyes, finally seeing the guilt coursing through them in waves.

"Scared? Of what?" I'm so confused, why would he ever be scared of me? I was only barely a celebrity when he said those remarks, I was no threat.

"You... God, I was scared of you Y/N. You and your lovely young face, with your beautiful voice." He smiles, almost as though finally coming to a realization. I want to speak, but he continues.

"You came out of nowhere and took the world for a spin, I know you don't think you're very famous, but the entire world knows your name darling. You did that in such a small amount of time, I couldn't help but feel I would be forgotten. I know that it is a selfish thing to do, but I promise I'll make it right." I still feel unsure,

"How can I ever trust you, I admired you and you shoved that in my face." I back up and away from him, my arms wrapping around my body in both comfort and warmth.

"Well, I guess you'll only know if you give me the chance." His expression is so vulnerable and honest, his hair falling slightly into his face as he tilts his head down towards mine.

"Please, darling... Come with me, let me show you I'm not the awful prick you think I am." His surprisingly warm hands enclose around mine, their warmth causing the rest of my body to shiver, finally acknowledging the fact that we've been letting the rain drench our bodies for about 7 minutes now.

All I can do is nod my head as he brings an arm around my shoulders, quickly leading me back to the awaiting car. Helping me first before following after. I shiver weakly, David notices and has our driver turn the heat up, but we both know it'll do very little.

"Oh I'm sorry darling, let me take you back to mine and we'll get you a fresh change of clothes." I don't know why I'm suddenly so quiet, but all I can really do in response is nod my head. I take my wet hat off, tossing it down near my feet before once again wrapping my arms around myself.

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David Bowie's POV:

Oh, she looks so small all hunched over and wrapped in herself. I still feel guilty about what I'd said about her, I had no right making any of those claims, it was disgustingly immature what I did. All I know is that I need to make it up to her.

I must admit that I didn't expect to meet her today, I didn't even know she lived in New York.

"Do you live here Y/N? Maybe we could go to yours instead if you prefer?"

"No, I've been in a hotel, only got here 2 days ago and never made the effort to remember it's name." Ah, well, that's good to know. Looking back over to her I see her still shivering, clearly the heater is doing nothing for her. I shrug off my wet coat and shove it to the side before shifting closer to her and wrapping her up in my arms. Her body stiffens at the contact, but I can tell my body warmth is attractive to her from the way she pushes into me.

"Is this alright, love?" I don't know why I keep calling her these pet names, maybe it's because I like making her flustered. I feel her nod her head 'yes', I smile as I rest my head lightly atop hers. We stay like that until we stop in front of my hotel.

Grabbing my jacket I quickly wrap it around her small form, she opens her mouth to protest, but I silence her with my stern gaze. I swipe her hat from her hands and carefully place it atop her head, giving her a gentle smile before hopping out of the car helping her out.

We rush through the rain, laughing as we go, I hold the door open and usher her inside. We look so messy and out of place in this fancy hotel, but I ignore the looks we get, instead opting to gaze adoringly at this spit-fire of a woman I have on my arm. As we get in the elevator and wait for my floor she starts to shrug off my coat, but I quickly grab it and pull it back onto her shoulders.

"Don't, it looks better on you anyways." She drops her head down as she blushes, I can't believe I somehow got her to go from hating me to blushing at my compliments, all I know is that I want to compliment and make her blush for the rest of my life.

I step back from her as the elevator doors open, resting my hand on Y/N's back as I walk her in the direction of my room. The poor girl is still shivering, I hope she finds my clothes to be to her liking.

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Y/N's POV:

I'm still trying to wrap my head around how this man, this man who made me feel like absolute shit, now offers me his jacket and compliments that make my face blush a deep rose. I hope this is real, I don't think I can go back to hating him after all of this.

I'm dragged out of my thoughts by him gently pulling me into his room. Carefully slipping off the thick wet coat and hanging it up before turning back to me.

"Alright luv, I'll take you to my room and you can pick the clothes." His voice, God, his voice. I hate to admit it, but hearing his accent in-person just makes him even more attractive. All I can offer him is a gentle nod, his lips turning up into a sweet smile and he grabs my hand, leading me to his room. Opening the closet I see a wide array of clothes, ranging from incredibly posh to walk-out-of-bed to get a glass of milk clothes, I can't help but blush at the thought of him just lazily getting out of bed in the middle of the night for a midnight snack.

"What are you blushing at?" His tone is teasing as he gives me a humorous grin, his shoulder playfully bumping against my own. I can only shake my head in embarrassment as I glance away from him and back to the wardrobe.

"Oh, I can't pick... You choose." I suddenly state, backing up and softly pushing him forward. He seems generally surprised by what I say, but shakes it off as he now thinks about his new task. He rests against the wall and looks at me for a minute or so, just running his eyes across me in an oddly calculating way. He sharply turns away from me and starts rifling through his closet, searching for the perfect clothes, but suddenly stops and turns back to me.

"Don't you have an interview today?" My eyes widened in shock, how could I have forgotten. I glance towards the clock on his bedside table, my interview is in 30 minutes.

"It's in 30 minutes! What am I supposed to do?" I want to cry, this interview is very important publicity for my upcoming album. My eyes burn with tears of frustration, but I find myself distracted by the warm embrace of David, it's oddly comforting.

"Now don't you worry about the clothes, I'll pick something out while you go call your manager and get the address for your interview." He states, pulling back and looking at me reassuringly.

"What do you mean? My manager will never let me go on unless everything is perfect." I don't mean to argue, but I know my manager is a perfectionist, and will surely yell my ear off for putting myself in this position.

"Darling, either you go with what you have, or you miss the interview." I open my mouth in a weak attempt to argue, but I stop, knowing he's right. I nod my head and rush to the phone, hoping David chooses those clothes quickly.

I messily dial up my manager, and as soon as they pick up, I can sense their rush of concern.

"Honey where have you been? Your interview is in less than 30 minutes!" His usually calm tone is higher as he clearly has been worried about my whereabouts.

"I know I know, and I'm so sorry I didn't call sooner. I just... I was out, and people recognized m-" I get cut off before I can finish my sentence.

"They what! Did you take off your disguise?" He sounds so worried, I feel really guilty at making him feel this way, but I would rather I tell him than have him find out via the news.

"No, people saw through it!"

"Well, are you okay? I know how you get in crowds, did you make it out alright?" The worry and concern emanating through his voice lets me know he really wants to give me a hug, and he probably needs one too. I remember the fear and concern when he had to get me out of that London crowd, gosh he was more scared than I was.

"I'm surprisingly alright, but that's really only because I got saved." I say quietly, I leave out the fact that David Bowie saved me because I don't know how my manager will react. He was there with me when David said I was a whore to the press, so I'm not sure that he'll be as quick to forgive him as I was.

"Saved? By who?" His voice suddenly goes from concern to curiosity, oh I hope he doesn't scream when I bring David with me.

"I'll introduce you both at the interview... On that note, can you tell me the address, I promise I'll be there on time."

"Alright Y/N, just please stop giving me heart attacks." This last sentence is humorous, yet completely serious at the same time. I can hear the sincerity, and I hope that I never put him through this again.

"I promise nothing." I reply sassily, writing down the address he tells me. I turn and hurriedly walk back to David's room, accidentally running into him and falling back to the floor. I glance up in surprise as he does the same to me, I can't help but be taken back to the same scenario that happened earlier today.

"I think we've been here before darling." David laughs as I smile humorously at the situation. He offers his hand and pulls me up with a little too much strength, resulting in me falling against his chest. I can feel myself blush furiously as I go to push myself away from him, but find myself trapped by his arms encircling my waist.

He holds me there for a few moments before gently releasing me and motioning to the clothes on his bed. I don't even spare them a glance as I grab them and walk into the bathroom, changing swiftly before looking at myself in the mirror. I was in one of his blue dress shirts with some fancy brown shoes, and some straight legged ivory pants. Everything is big on me, and I feel overdressed, I usually don't care how I look, and dress in a t-shirt, jeans; but David really has me dressing up.

I hesitantly open the bathroom door with my eyes on the floor, hearing David hurriedly stand from his spot on the bed. We stand in silence for about a minute, and I go to shy away from him, but he steps forward and holds me in place.

"I look such a mess don't I? I-" I criticize my appearance, but he gently cuts me off.

"I like seeing you in my clothes." His voice is just above a whisper, and he sounds so attractively honest that I glance up from my shoes and to his face. I immediately notice that we are only a few inches away from one another, and I can't help but look away from him.

I turn back to say something when his hand suddenly reaches up to cup my face, instantly grabbing my attention. I look at him, noticing how adoringly he gazes into my eyes, and I can't help but close my eyes. His lips gently graze my own, he seems to hold back meeting me fully, assumingly afraid of how I react. To stop his assumptions I lean forward and meet his retreating form, himself immediately responding.

We pull back, and I shyly look to the side, seeing him smile in my peripheral vision as he leans down and softly kisses my cheek. My blush comes back with a vengeance, and I can hear him chuckle at the way I respond to him. We pull apart slightly, he offers me a warm smile before checking the time.

"Oh, we better get going, love. We have about 10 minutes to get there, and it's a 5 minute drive." I nod my head, allowing him to hold my hand as we walk out of his room.

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Arriving at the interview I wait in anxiousness as David walks around the car and opens the door for me, holding my hand delicately as we walk towards the building. We suddenly stop as he looks towards me and then himself, releasing my hand as he starts to take off his coat.

I go to object, but he pays it no mind, holding it out for me, and helping slip it on. I can't help but feel so in-love at the moment, and it's funny because he's the last person I thought would be treating me like this.

"You look good, I think I want to see you in my shirts more often." His voice is so charming and natural as the cheeky sentence slips out. He said it so normally, but he knows how it leaves me speechless, a smirk appearing on his handsome features as he leads me into the building.

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one-piece-aus · 2 years

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For Whumtober may I please also ask for Day One with Cracker and Day Four with Franky?

Yes, you may! I'll just have to take you for Franky later. Anyway, I got kinda carried away with Cracker's but I hope you enjoy it!

Whumptober Day 1

Cracker x Reader

TW: Violence, blood, addiction and overdose

"Big brother, how did you get that scar?"

"Do you really wanna know?" Cracker questioned as his normal sparky attitude faded into something serious. He sighed as he watched them nod their head. "It was a long time ago, back when I was married."

"You were married?"

"Yes, to the most beautiful pirate in all the seas."

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"I hate being weak..."

"[Y/n], you're not that weak," Cracker reassured you as he relaxed back in his chair, putting his feet up. "Unlike my little siblings."

"You don't get it." You shook your head, got out of your chair, and walked to the window. Placing a hand on the paned glass, you stare at the biscuit commanders training outside your manor. "I was a fierce pirate in Paradise but that means nothing in the New World. I can't match up to their strength."

This matter has always been eating your thoughts day and night. You fought tooth and nail to be one of the top pirates on the first side of the Grand Line, you racked up a bounty of 450 million beris, pirates quivered in their boots at the mention of your name, yet that all meant nothing when you stepped into the New World. You were slapped in the face by power you've never seen before and you fell hard. It was a miracle Big Mom took you into her crew because she some potential in you. However, you felt like you were doing jack shit and the ambition you held inside made you anxious to do something to prove yourself.

"So? What does it matter?" Cracker stood up and joined your side.

Oh, Cracker. You were unsure about Big Mom's decision to pair you with Cracker when you met him, he acted childish. You gave him a chance though, not like you had a choice, and from your guys' daily playful banter, you come to realize there couldn't have been a better choice. The two of you have grown fond of each other and kept on top of each other health. You're still trying your best to reassure the other but are unsure how most of the time.

"You wipe out the newbies no problem when they get close to mama's territory. You're just as badass as ever." Cracker smirked at you.

"Yeah..." You lean against the glass, giving Cracker a small smile. You did blow up Paradise pirates' dreams of taking over the New World. That's just the newbies though. A frown returns to your face. "I'm still no match for someone from Kaido's or Whitebeard's crew."

"Ah, who gives a shit about them anyway!" Cracker scowled. "They're not your problem."

"That's right, they're not my problem because I'm too weak to face them. If I was stronger then I could fight them." You bawled your fist as frustration burned in your brain.

"[Y/n]!" Cracker turned you to face him. You saw his eyes full of mixed emotion. "Mama trusted me to you, that means it is part of my duties to make sure you don't get hurt. My job as a husband is to take care of you and keep you from danger. You don't need to be stronger, mama already has plenty of strong members to take care of our rivals."

"I just... I just don't want to be dead weight." You looked down to the side.

Cracker sighed, letting go of you and placing a hand on his head, trying to think of what he could do to help you. You couldn't eat a devil fruit because you already ate one. He hasn't gotten many trainers for the Biscuit island since the majority of the guards are his biscuit soldiers, and you hold your own against them just fine so it wouldn't improve your skill.

"I'll ask mama if there's something that'll get you stronger," Cracker offered.

"Thanks Cracker," you said, leaning your head against his shoulder.

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"You're just in luck [Y/n]!" Perospero exclaimed, gesturing to the chess guards bringing a crate to you. "We just raided some marine ships and found they've been carrying cargo that holds science equipment that we believe is the source to making marines stronger in the New World."

Your eyes brighten up at the good news. It is true the marines in the 2nd half of the Grand Line have begun to grow stronger and pirates have been attempting to figure out how this has been possible. If it is through this science then that means you can be just as strong as them, if not stronger. Like a kid excited to open a present, you lift up the lid of the crate when it's placed in front of you.

The equipment inside doesn't quite make sense to you. There were blood bags with green liquid inside, monitors, tubes, as well as other things you didn't know the purpose of. Your puzzled expression made your brother-in-law laugh.

"Kukuku, not what you expected?"

"Uh... no." You placed the lid back on as uncertainty flowed through your veins.

"Not to worry. Mama has plenty of doctors and a few scientists that will hook you up to this stuff. Of course, we'll have to test it on some subjects to make sure it's safe for yo-"

"Test it on me!" you interrupted, eagerness dripping from your tone. "I can take it. I'll be fine- I'll be better than fine. I'll be stronger."

"I don't think Cracker would want that-"

"Cracker just wants me to no longer be sad about being, with this I can get stronger and be happy. That's what he wants."

"Kukuku, you are an eager one," Perospero chuckled. He then frowned his brows and tapped his lolistaff. "We're only giving you a small dose to start with then."

"Alright!" you cheered.

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"Haha! This stuff is the best!" you exclaimed to Cracker after you kicked three devil fruit users through four houses.

"Glad to see you're enjoying it," Cracker smiled with his biscuit armour before cutting down another enemy.

You felt yourself glowing as you leap over a pirate and bring your boot down to crush his skull. Adrenaline rush through your veins, and your smile grows larger at this newfound power. You side-kick the fallen man to knock five more guys. You laugh, giddy at how much you're able to do now.

Spinning around, you catch a sword being swung at your shoulder. The man that dared to swing his blade at you pales at his mistake when he sees your eyes. You reverse the direction and have the sword slice himself down, you hear his bones cracking as they're bent in the wrong direction his cry fuels you and fill you with delight. The pirate falls to his side, shaking in agony. You put him out of his misery as you swiftly kick his head off his body.

"I think that's all of them," Cracker told you as he walked over to you. His eyes widen, noticing how much blood you're covered in. "You alright?"

"Huh? Yeah, I'm better than ever!" you laugh and pump your arm in the air.

"You should get cleaned up, you're covered in blood."

"Huh- Oh." Now looking at yourself, you see the red substance splattered all over, though you could hardly feel the difference between sweat and blood on your skin. "Yeah, let's go."

"Sure..." Cracker nodded as you strolled by him. He narrowed his non-existent brows, staring as you pridefully stride back to his boat. You were normally a clean fighter. "...she's just getting used to her new strength," Cracker told himself as he began to follow in your footsteps.

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"Hey! Peros!" you waved down the eldest Charlotte brother. Perospero waved off some chess guards he had been talking to and went over to you. You grinned and held up a flexed arm. "This green stuff is great! And I've been wielding it like a pro!"

"I'm glad to hear it has improved your fighting skills-"

"I'm ready for more!"

"[Y/n], I do not think taking more is necessary." Perospero frowned, and his tone shifted. "You already match the level of a New World pirate."

"But I can be stronger!" you stated, not catching onto Perospero's mood on the matter. Your mind only focused on thoughts of getting greater power. You felt you had it in your grasp and you lusted for it.

"You don't need anymore," Perospero told you. When you were about to argue, he pointed his lolistaff and narrowed his eyes. "And that's final. Now, if that's all you wanted to discuss with me, I'll be attending to important matters."

Perospero began walking off and you growled, "Fine!" Sour flavours sprinkled onto your face. You kicked a few gumdrops on the ground as a heavy atmosphere swarmed around your form. "Dumb candy addict. Who cares about getting more power anyway." You turned and bumped into something.

"[Y/n]?"

Or someone.

"Cracker? Hey, what are you doing here?" You smiled and swept the sourness out of your system.

"I could ask you the same."

"Just came to thank your brother for finding the stuff that made me stronger," you told your husband. You then link your arm with his. "So what business are you up to here?"

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"Hey, doc give me some more of this stuff."

You had snuck into the cake hospital and began making arrangements for your next dosage. Bringing the green blood into one of the patients' rooms and now addressing one of the doctors. He hesitated, looking from you to his clipboard and back to you.

"I- I- I'm sorry Mrs. Charlotte but we currently don't have-"

"Then put this shit in needles or pills or something so I can do it myself!" you demanded and shoved the bag in the homie's face. You were done waiting around for permission so you currently weren't going to wait for there to be time.

The doctor homie began sweating under your intense stare. "I don't think we-"

"Now!" You pulled out mama's vivre card with your spare hand. "Do it now."

Pink ribbons of obligation flowed from the vivre card and circled around the homie. They tied his hands to obey if he did not wish to face mama's consequences.

"Yes ma'am!" he nodded and rushed out of the room after grabbing the blood bag.

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"[Y/n], enemy behind!" Cracker warned you as he was unable to shake off the vice-admiral to get the guy for you.

You turned to deflect the attack but your reaction was late and you had a haki'd fist blow you right in the gut. You felt pain squeeze your gut and you roared in agony. You coughed and felt something spit out of your mouth. You had taken quite the hit.

Turning the pain to rage, you swung your fist at full force and punched a hole right through the marine's chest. You pulled it out and punched again, and again. Your vision became blurry, there seemed to be a lot more green than you remembered. You felt your anger rising your adrenaline. Your breaths let out hostile sounds. Your hand became drenched, you couldn't tell by what-

"[Y/N]!" A firm hand pulled you back to reality. You blinked once, twice. Your sight began to clear and display a bloody corpse with multiple holes. You felt yourself being turned around and a hand lift your chin up.

"[Y/n], what the hell was that!?" Cracker yelled, you could hardly read his expression.

"I lost my cool, it's nothing," you stated.

"Nothing my ass! And what's that green shit on your lip?"

'Green?' You wipe your mouth and look at your hand. Sure enough, green liquid was on it but you could barely make it out from the blood covering your palm. You narrow your eyes, trying to think what it could be.

"The guy had a weird power," you told Cracker and wiped your hand on your jacket. You turned your back Cracker, not wanting to talk right now. You felt pain still lingering in your stomach so you reached in your coat and pulled out one of the green vial injections. "Look, can we not talk in the middle of the enemy's territory right now?"

"Fine, but we're talking about this later."

Cracker went to head into the building when he caught sight of you injecting something in your body.

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"PEROS!" Cracker shouted after he slammed the door open and marched inside, bringing vines of tension with him.

"I don't have time to deal with you right now," Perospero said dismissively as he shuffled his stack of papers back together.

"Like I fucking care! This is more important!" Cracker spun Perospero's chair around with his free hand. His intense cotton candy eyes were full of anger. "I want you to stop giving [Y/n] whatever it is you gave her. She's losing it out there!"

"What do you mean? I only let her have a small amount the one time."

"Then how the fuck do you explain this!?" Cracker questioned and tossed [Y/n]'s jacket on the table. A few green injection vials rolled out for Peros to see.

"I should've seen this coming," he sighed, placing a hand on his forehead as he felt a headache coming on.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!?!" Cracker's patience for the matter is running dry. He's sick of not knowing shit.

"It means your power-hungry wife started taking it on her own and is most likely injecting it improperly or/and overdosing that the adverse effects are happening faster than they should be," the elder brother stated as he took out a newspaper from his draw.

"WHY THE FUCK DID YOU GIVE HER THIS SHIT IF THERE WERE SIDE EFFECTS?!"

"I only found out about it recently," Peros informed Cracker as he passed the newspaper to Cracker. "Here."

Cracker's eyes scanned over the article the paper was opened to. His hands began shaking and the ends of the paper started to crumble. A shadow hovered over his eyes as the room grew colder.

"Can we cure her?" Cracker quietly asked.

"We can try to treat her but there's no guarantee if she's too far gone-"

Cracker threw the paper and rushed out of the room. The paper landed next to Perospero's feet and he sighed as he read the title of the article.

『Ex-Marine-Scientist Causes Over 2000 Marines' Deaths from Drug Experiment』

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"Ah-" you flinched as you injected another green vial into your arm.

You threw the now empty tube across the hall next to the trail of other used vials laid and let your veins pump the energy into your body. You felt power wrap around you, hugging every last inch. A green hazes the corners of your eyes.

That means it's working right? It means no one can get in your way anymore right? No one can stop-

"[Y/n]?!" Cracker's voice cried behind you. You twitched your head in his direction. He stepped back, disbelief written on his face. "WhAt hapPeNed to yoU?" His voice cracked.

You tilt your head in confusion. What could he possibly be questioning? You obviously got stronger, why, you could just feel it yourself. Unbeknownst to you, you had changed in more ways than one.

Mere strands of [h/c] hair covered your head now. Your skin has turned pale green and your inhuman muscle mass twitched under it. Your spoon-sized nails were clawing at the ground. Your heavy breathing produced green smoke. Your now green sclera eyes stared in Cracker's direction, but worst of all: Those eyes didn't register any recognition for him.

"[Y/n]..." Cracker uttered, finding it hard to look at you in such a state. He shook his head and stepped forward. "Come on, we're... we're going to cure you. Get you back to your normal self." He began to hasten towards you.

Big mistake.

You flinch at his sudden movement. Feeling as if you were about to be struck by an enemy, you dashed at him and slashed your hand at his face. He closed his eyes and tilted his head away from the hand, but it still got his right side.

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"What... what happened to her?"

"...She was put down."

#whumptober 2022 #whumptober #whump writing #whump fic #fic #no. 1 #no 1 #a little out of the ordinary #adverse effects #one piece #violence #overdose #cracker x reader #charlotte cracker #charlotte perospero #one piece x reader #cracker #whumptober2022 #gore

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fortunatetragedy · 8 days

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💔🎈💄🎒 for either Royston or Sullivan (or both?)

OMG HI SKYLAR :D

Oh friend you can have both. They're practically attached at the hip.

These questions came from this questionnaire which I stole from scribble-dee-vee.

💔 (broken heart) - Who has your character hurt most? Physically or emotionally? How did it feel? Do they regret it?

I'm going to mildly read Sullivan here: he was a cavalryman in the American Civil War, for its entirety. He fought for the North. It's hard to objectively measure who he's hurt, you know? Like I'm sure I could catalogue every single thing he did during the War that, to someone in 2024 wouldn't seem that bad, but to an autistic Catholic man in the middle of a crisis of faith that he ended up losing, lots of things probably felt like he did something inexcusable to another human being. He thinks he's hurt his mother, Aileen, the most--he is from Kentucky, and his parents are from Ireland. When the War broke out, Sullivan was in the Regular Army, which became the Union Army, but his father, who was still considered to be "fighting age," was conscripted into the Confederate Army. They were at the same battle when his father died (Battle of Fort Donelson) but Sullivan didn't know his father was there until way later when the Army told him he'd died. He left home at 15 because his father found out he was a homosexual--he tells Royston how that went in October 1872. He doesn't think about any of this often, but when he does, it bothers him.

I'm going to save Royston's, because I see another broken heart in my askbox, but the funny-not funny answer is "Sullivan" if we're going by repetition of the same unskippable quicktime event followed by an unskippable cinematic over and over and over because they never make it to the next save point.

(That sentence will make more sense once you read the book I swear.)

🎈 (balloon) - What does your character do at parties? Are they a wallflower or a party animal? Do they go with friends or alone?

Man Sullivan hates parties lol. He has difficulty navigating social situations, especially outside of work. As First Sergeant, he starts getting the men up around 05:00 and goes back to his own quarters around 22:00, so he has a long day. Having to leave after evening roll call to go to a social engagement throws off his routine, so he's already anxious rolling into the party. Depending on who else is present at the party, they're going to think

"First looks like he'd rather be checking the new recruits for lice than be in this tent right now let's see how drunk we can get him" (a social function with the enlisted men)

"LOL look how uncomfortable Sully is--oh good Hofer's with him go get them some alcohol" (a social function with the NCOs and officers)

"My, that young man hasn't blinked in quite some time and he seems to enjoy discussing hippopotamuses more than international relations, yes, that's a bit off-putting" (a social function with civilians or politicians.)

When there's an officer's function, he can at least go with Hofer, but Hofer can't come to enlisted parties because THERE ISN'T SUPPOSED TO BE FRATERNIZATION. (Hofer is a Major, which is commissioned, and Sullivan is an NCO. Commissioned and noncommissioned officers weren't supposed to be friends.)

If Royston's at a party he's either killing someone in the wine cellar or he's gambling in the back. (Or, if we're in Book 2/3, he and Sullivan are at the party together, and Sullivan isn't uncomfortable bc for once, he won't be the weirdest person in the room.) He doesn't have friends, necessarily. The dudes he gambles with are mostly cool to not stab each other over something stupid in the middle of a game, but the ones who aren't hardened find it unsettling to be around Royston even at the beginning of the story when his aura isn't all fucked up.

Hold up Melanie Gott (owner of the boarding house where Royston lives in 1872-73) DID invite him to several parties at The German House, to include Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year's Eve. Almost all of her tenants are gamblers, drunks, or people who need to engage in less than legal activities in private. He wanted to mope about Sullivan being out of town on Halloween and Thanksgiving, he was so wound up about Sullivan coming back from afield that he annoyed the shit out of everyone at Christmas and Gott made him do dishes and pick up heavy things. Then Sullivan was back from afield for NYE and Royston was busy.

(I promise Gott and Hofer's wife, Clara, are fully fleshed-out people who have agency and their own interests and storylines outside of what the boys are doing in Book 2 it's not just about these two idiots for three books straight. Hofer didn't even exist until draft 3 and now that he is here the joke is that it's "Doctor and Mister Hofer," not "Surgeon Hofer and his wife.")

💄 (lipstick) - What does your oc think of their face? Do they have a positive or negative opinion? Do they wear makeup? Do they have a skincare routine? What traits do they like most about their face?

Sullivan is probably used to using banged-up mirrors to shave, so he just gave up shaving. He keeps it trimmed so the officers don't give him shit, but the chinstrap was big in 1872-4. He doesn't have a ton of feelings about his face as this point, other than I think he's a bit embarrassed that his beard hair is a different color than the hair on his head ("Redbeard," I'm sure he got a lot of). His skin care routine is "rinse sweat [and whatever else] off face at latrine at end of night, wash teeth with rag and baking soda, hope like hell pillow is clean." He likes that the men find him approachable due to the fact he has a "youthful countenance"--he's stern, but fair, and genuinely cares about the safety and well-being of the men under his command. He thinks his face reflects this. Possibly embarrassed by the fact Royston likes to lick said face, but that's a different question.

Royston thinks he's hot shit. Royston thinks his face scars make him look like a pirate, and he takes pride in his appearance. He doesn't like being dirty. Getting dirty is fine but staying grubby makes him angry. I'm sure if they had decent makeup in the 1870s he would have fucked around with it but not even the women had decent eyeliner or nail polish. (Would not put it past him to steal Gott's lipstick so he could plant one on Sullivan's face.) He takes a whole entire bath at the end of the day, esp if he's actually done work, and he will smoke a cigar and just read in that bathtub for hours. Ash and blood keep his skin healthy~

🚨 (siren) - What’s your character’s relationship with the law? Have they ever been arrested? What for? What are their opinions on law enforcement?

Not to be a smartass, but Sullivan is the law. Once he reached the rank of Sergeant, he became responsible for all the enlisted men under him, and he's been First Sergeant for [checks notes] 12 years. Over half his career. Because they won't offer him a commission or give him his final promotion. Because he can't schmooze at parties. As First Sergeant, being as he's across the Mississippi in an AU, he's the fort sheriff of his Kansas posting. He does more work than the actual sheriff, Jeremiah Mason, who he does have to begrudgingly befriend in Book 2 bc I have to find ways to make him miserable that don't involve threatening Royston or dismembering him more.

Fucking Royston… he was caught shoplifting as a child and vowed never to let the law grab him again. He has never been arrested as an adult, and he has arrest warrants/bounties from five different states when he meets Sullivan. Since he's west of the Mississippi in the 1870s, he doesn't think about law enforcement unless Mason shows up at the saloon just to be an asshole on a Friday night. Or someone reminds him that his husband* is a fort sheriff. Then he feels like a big old fucking hypocrite.

*Owing to the length of compounded time they've known each other (variant recall on past time loops; it's a whole thing) and the sheer insane level of committment they have after several 12-to-18-month time loops, they think, of each other, "I'd marry him if it were legal." And I just let them bc like, who's it hurting. It's… I have to walk away from them right now. This was supposed to be a horror novel.

#11/10 asks #noblebs #doom metal love story #c: cole sullivan #c: arthur royston

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