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writingoddess1125 · 6 months

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I’m now imagining Bee and Dee are the exploding distraction from Ali and Ari who steal everything in sight 🤭

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• Buggy felt truly blessed- A famed pirate, a loyal crew,He had a beautiful partner, two healthy boys and now two healthy girls. What more can a man ask for!?

• The famed clown pirate was overjoyed to have his daughters, he'd always had wanted daughters and he finally got them.

• He had painted the nursery on the ship, decorated it fully in pastel circus themed and had custom cribs for each girl. {He also got the twins their own room and decorated it with them, He let's them share a room since they prefer it anyway but have custom separate beds}

• Spoils them rotten- Absolutely rotten from the very beginning

• You can already tell from a early age that the girls have more of Buggys personality then most would expect-

• Ari was the embodiment of Buggy's egotistical ways- She was loud, bossy and had his temper. While most of the time she was a sweet girl who loved to make those around her happy if you told her no-

Better prepared-

• Ali was his more Quiet side- A manipulative petty backbone that was quiet but prepared to strike. She was a adorable girl, shy beyond all belief and clung to her brothers and dad- However piss her off she knew how to use other people.

• However both twins had two things in common-

• One was a infinity for shiny things and stealing...

• And second was stealing..

• The discovery of this was then the twins were just 5 months old- their eyes focusing in anything that was shiny and immediately bolt for it- taking whatever it was and either chewing on it or stashing it away.

• In short anything was a fair game for the Twins.

• "I'm missing my medallion-" Buggy huffed as he searched His cabin room he shared with you. You also looking around "I can't find my earring-"

• You two look at each other blankly before going to the nursery on the ship- already knowing only two people could have stolen from you.

• Quickly you both find Ali chewing the medallion and Ari clenching several shiny things in an iron grip-

• "Sorry Cherry's but you can't have these" Buggy starts, Kneeling down to take them. Immediately being met with resistance by both girls-

• You look at Buggy amused as he kept an eye closed at to try and tune out Ari screaming bloody murder on his left side while Ali pouted and tears silently ran down her cheeks in his right.

• "Can't wait for those teenager years huh?" You mused and Buggy gave you a glare at daring to mention that-

• He wants them to stay his baby forever..

Bonus Story!-

• Buggy had done his best to keep his family away from his work- Especially when he joined the Cross Guild and accidently became their leaders.

• No one besides his crew who were all quiet about his family knew- not wanting to put you or the kids in danger.

• However it seemed some thing just didn't work out for Buggy-

• Both girls had gotten a cold when a important meeting with Crocodile and Mihaek was taking place-

• You had a cold as well worse then the girls so you were at the hospital and couldn't watch the girls- The twins who were 14 did try their best but 14 year Olds watching 2 year Olds didn't exactly mix.

• He couldn't have Cabaji watch the girls since he was watching the Twins and Alvida wasn't exactly a baby person- Mohji was out on a mission with Galbido

• Aka. He was fucked-

• So he had to improvise! With both girls in a stroller he snuck into his own building and quickly went up to the conference rooms

• So he got to the meeting room early and found a side room that connected to a secondary conference room-

Perfect.

• He set up the stroller so it was more comfortable for the girls and gave them their sappy cups of water and a timer for their medicine which they couldn't have yet. Changing their diapers he put them to bed. Rushing out of the side room to the Main conference room right ad Mihawk appeared-

• It didn't take long for the meeting aka bullying to start- Buggy of course doing his normal yelling antics, However every 10 minutes or so would stop whatever he was doing and drifting to the side room.

• At first it was ignored till the third time- "Buggy what are you doing?" Mihawk questioned. Buggy glaring at him- "NOTHING!"

• Annoyed at this point Crocodile stood and marched to the side room to see- Buggy screaming in surprise.

• "WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING STAY AWAY FROM-" Crocodile cut off Buggys head and tossed it across the room before slamming open the door and seeing.. a stroller

• Both former Warlords looking surprised at the sight. Two toddlers bundled up well clearly with some form of sickness and a cool rag on their foreheads- The red noses cluing them both immediately.

• "Their mother has a too so I'm watching them.." He hissed angrily as he floated his head back to his body, clearly defensive of his children being found out.

• "I'm just surprised you have children at all- or that someone would sleep with you" Crocodile jest and Buggy glared at him as he picks up Ari who was starting to fuss and checks her forehead. Feeling her fever had indeed gone down.

• "I actually have 4 kids with the same women" He grumbled setting her back down with a sigh.

• For the first time the two other men actually felt some level of respect for Buggy- With all his flaws he seemed like a good dad.

• This ends with Mihawk holding Ali and Crocodile holding Ari while Buggy portioned out the children's cold medicine and talking over paperwork.

#x reader #one peice x reader #one piece #one peice live action #buggy one piece #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #dad buggy #dad!buggy

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cumikering · 2 months

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Werewolf Keegan x reader 5

3.2k | fluff, suggestive You threatened Keegan with a good time (part 1) (part 6)

Guess who didn’t wipe off your lipstick smudge the rest of the evening. Keegan was into the whole claiming shenanigan more than he thought he did after all.

He smiled to himself as you hiked to the cabin in his jacket. ‘It’s warmer than yours,’ he said, and he was a few seconds away from offering you his beanie. How soon could he make you wear a shirt that said Keegan’s without it being weird?

As part of Raider’s handover process, he had started his training with Gabe. The K9, however, stayed with his handler that weekend because Keegan was taking you on an overnight trip. He figured the cabin was too small for the three of you. That, and he couldn’t find blindfold for dogs.

On the deck next to steaming cups of tea, you had wraps you packed that morning. You leaned onto his shoulder, looking over the city in the distance.

“I miss Raider,” you said longingly. “He’d keep me warm.”

How dare you think he couldn’t keep you warm. Was this a challenge? He pulled you closer. “Are you cold? We can go inside.”

You smiled. “In a bit. Want to watch the sunset with you.”

He moved you to sit between his thighs before putting his beanie on you, tugging it past your eyes. You giggled as you repositioned it. He held your hands and stuffed them in the pockets of your (his) jacket, chin resting on your shoulder.

Against the textured pink backdrop, the sun inched towards the horizon. Keegan nuzzled your neck, his strong arms wrapping around you. The night fell as the golden flares fizzled out and he flicked on the LED lantern. He laid you down on the deck, his hand behind your head, kissing all over your face with his fingers lacing between yours.

“We need to get in! I don’t want the wolf to come by again.”

“Leave some PB sandwiches out as a peace offering,” he said, rubbing his nose against yours.

You laughed. “No, they’re mine and I’m not sharing with anyone.”

“Not even with me?”

“No, all mine.”

He let out a mock gasp. “I’ll have to eat them all when you’re sleeping.”

He got up to his feet before taking your hand to help you up, leading you into the cabin.

“This is the bed?!” you exclaimed, gesturing at the mattress, which was more of a glorified yoga mat, if he was honest.

“I thought I’d warned you.”

“Well, yes, but you didn’t tell me it was this small. How are we going to fit in there?”

We? He melted a little. “It’s yours. I’m taking the floor. There’s an extra blanket here somewhere.”

“You know I won’t let you do that, right? But… I can’t sleep pressed up to you without a shower either!”

Silly you, threatening him with a good time. “I don’t mind. Not at all.”

You got cleaned up and climbed into bed in his hoodie and your thickest sweats. With your back against the wall, you lay on his chest.

“You know, the first time you stayed at mine,” you began.

His heart skipped a beat. Oh shit, did you-

“I dreamt of my childhood dog, that he was next to me in bed.”

Oh, thank fuck. “What’s his name?”

“Jake.”

Huh, so that’s what you said.

“He was a huge Newfoundland, fluffy jet black fur, like your hair.” You smiled. “Now you know why I like touching it so much.”

It was official. He wasn’t going to cut his hair ever again.

He slid your hand under his shirt. “You sure it wasn’t just me? I’m pretty hairy too.”

You laughed, pinching his stomach.

“Hey, peanut,” Keegan said, fingers twirling your hair.

“What did you just call me?”

“Peanut, like peanut butter.” My favourite fucking thing.

“At this point the P in your name should just be Peanut.”

He chuckled. “Would you still like me if I was a dog?”

“I think the question is supposed to be worm, not dog.”

“Yeah, but I’ve got no plans of becoming a worm. Dogs though, they chill and nap. It’s always a good time being a dog.”

“You’re making it sound like you do plan on becoming a dog.”

“Look at Raider. He’s always happy, isn’t he?”

“That’s true.”

“So? Would you still like me if I was a dog?”

“Yes, I will. Maybe even more.” You paused. “But don’t shed too much!”

He pressed a kiss against your temple. “I promise I’ll clean up after myself with an industrial-sized lint roller.”

He knew it was silly banter, but the words lulled that little part of his brain, that you’d like the other him anyway. He wanted to soak in it, fantasise that you were staying despite his demanding schedule and sullen silence, that maybe you liked him enough to make it work.

Would you, he wanted to ask. If you wanted to bear it with him, make you promise you’d never leave and be the end of all of this, give him what he never knew he wanted.

But that’s not how life worked, so he didn’t. Not now with his terrible secret anyway.

Comfortable silence filled the room. Your hand was still under his shirt, warm against his fuzzy stomach.

“I might go out for a walk later tonight, so don’t be worried if I’m gone, okay?”

“Don’t get lost.”

He chuckled. “No, you don’t get lost.”

“Touché.”

Keegan held you close as your breathing eventually deepened. When he was sure you were asleep, he carefully removed his arm from under you before tucking you in, kissing you on your forehead.

Outside, the night was still with the crescent moon high in the cloudless sky. He stepped out onto the deck and took a deep breath of the fresh cold air before shifting behind the bushes.

With a content sigh, his wolf rolled on the ground, the dried leaves tickling his back making him pant. He jumped to his paws before running through the woods, revelling in the breeze in his fur. He’d missed this. It was nice to finally stretch his legs after so long.

And that better-than-peanut-butter scent filled him again. He stopped in his tracks and turned back towards the cabin. Uh oh, did he wake you?

Sure enough, you sat on the deck, arms wrapping around your legs as you gazed at the moon with a small smile. He sighed. Oh, you were so pretty. He could, and would, look at you all night. He’d love to come up to you, but you were scared of his wolf. As quietly as he could, he crawled behind the bushes. He could settle for the next best thing for his peanut.

As he pushed his snout against the leaves to peek between them, a twig crunched under him. Your head whipped to his direction, and he ducked and froze in place. Dog logic: if he couldn’t see you, you couldn’t see him either.

You leaned back again and began combing through your hair with your fingers. He held his breath, letting your scent breeze pass, but it wouldn’t, and it was his undoing. The leaves rustled as he sat up, panting behind the bushes, front paws padding in eagerness. Why did you have to make it so hard for him?

“Keegan?”

His tail swayed faster. With a whimper, he stuck his head out.

“Oh God, it’s you,” you gasped.

Yes, it’s me!! He hopped out, tail wagging.

“Okay,” you said breathlessly. You stood as slowly as you could. “I guess it’s my fault for going outside. Keegan said you’re friendly, but you’re huge and I’m still very much scared.”

His head tilted. Why did his name sound so good coming out of your mouth?

You backed towards the door. “Respectfully, I don’t mean to be rude at all, but on the off-chance you understand this, would you mind terribly if you keep your distance? Please?”

It was hard to register your words when your scent made his head spin. He crawled towards you, making himself as small as he could as his tail continued to fan behind him. When he got to you, he rubbed the top of his head against your stomach.

“Please don’t bite me,” you said under your breath.

I won’t! At your feet, he rolled onto his back, blocking the door. Give me belly rubs NOW! He waited, his paws folded in front of him, panting. When nothing happened, he lifted his head.

You stood there frozen. He whimpered, high-pitched and desperate. I promise I won’t bite! With a shaky breath, you tentatively reached for his belly. He boofed, tongue lolling.

You let out a nervous chuckle. “I suppose you’re pretty friendly after all.”

I told you! He huffed. Now keep going, please, miss.

You sat down, still scratching him. When you stopped, he lifted his head again. This time you had an amused smile on your face. He flipped over and licked the back of your hand before splaying over your lap.

“You have no idea how big you are, do you?” You laughed, scratching the back of his ears.

He sighed, tilting towards you. Yes, yes, right there. On the brink of falling asleep, his eyes fluttered. I CAN’T. You’d get a heart attack if he shifted back to his bare human form right there.

He straightened up, sitting on your lap as he stared you down with his bright yellow eyes, unblinking, face inches away from you.

You looked away. “C- Can you not do that, please? It’s rude to stare, and I feel you’re going to bite my face off.”

He whimpered, looking down at his paws. It was hard being a misunderstood wolf.

“Thank you.” You ran your fingers down the fur of his neck. “I know Keegan would be laughing if he sees me talking to you.”

His tail trashed again at his name.

“Do you know him?” You chuckled. “Keegan?”

His paws padded on your thighs.

“You do, huh?” You patted his head. “You’re such a sweet boy, very smart too.”

You called him a sweet boy! Could he sprain his tail from excitement? He was going to pass out.

A gust of wind rushed between you, fresh, smelling like dawn. He walked over to the edge of the deck, snout in the air. The rain was coming. Sure enough, the first drop fell.

“Oh, I hope he’s not too far away. I don’t want him to get sick.”

That reminded him. He needed to secure his clothes behind the bushes before they got wet. He nuzzled your neck and licked your hand one last time before disappearing into the woods.

You stood on the deck with your hood drawn tight when Keegan rushed to the cabin with his lantern, rain splotches on his shirt.

“What are you doing out here?” He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, guiding you back in. “It’s cold out.”

“You went for a walk with no jacket on.”

“I don’t get cold, you do.”

“Well, then you should have stayed in bed and kept me warm.”

He smiled. “Sorry. I won’t leave again.”

You told him about your encounter with the wolf-dog before quickly falling asleep in his arms.

“Would love to see that handsome boy again. His fur is so soft, like your hair,” you’d mumbled.

It made his imaginary tail wag.

When he left for his next mission days after, Keegan took his beanie and hoodie you wore that night. Sleeping on floors of differing textures didn’t feel so bad when he felt like you were there next to him (on the rare occasions he could tune out Ajax’s snoring). In the field, your handkerchief stayed in his pocket. On his phone, there was now a peanut emoji next to your name.

It was a luxury that he arrived back in the city during the day and finished his debrief before it got dark. With a racing heart, he waited outside your work to pick you up for dinner. It had been too long since he saw you last.

“Keegan!” You gave him a chaste kiss and wrapped your arms around him. “Thank you so much. I love, love it!”

He chuckled, his hands on your shoulders, looking you over. “What?”

“The flowers. They’re my favourite.” You held out the small bouquet, the smile on your face too sweet as your eyes twinkled.

He blinked. “Those aren’t from me.”

“Oh,” you said in a small voice as you took a step back.

He didn’t mean to break your heart, but bitterness pricked.

“There’s no sender, but you got back today and I thought-” You didn’t meet his eyes.

He pulled you to him, kissing your temple. “No, I’m sorry. I should have got you something.”

He didn’t know who those flowers were from, but he could fight. The dude would have to go to war with this jealous spec ops soldier before even dreaming of snatching you, because he sure as hell wasn’t about to let that happen.

He should be flattered you thought it was him when it could have been anyone. He had to step his game up the following weekend. You deserved it.

Time to find new date spots and get you more jackets.

But as luck would have it, that Friday afternoon the familiar heat crawled up his spine. He groaned. His rut was approaching and he knew it was only going to get worse for the next day or two.

I’m coming down with a fever. I don’t think I can meet you tonight, and I might have to cancel the reservation tomorrow. I’m sorry

Bare in bed, Keegan buried his face in one of his beanies you wore, his hips squirming in discomfort, skin damp with sweat. With you in mind, for hours, he did what he could to nurse the distress but as he’d expected, to no avail. It could have been worse really - at least this time his rut came while he was home. Still, he wanted to scream at the thought of the weekend without you.

Fuck this rut. He was supposed to be cuddling on your couch watching a movie, making you laugh with his lame commentary. He should be sleeping next to you, nuzzling your neck with your back pressed to his chest, but there he was instead, stuck at home with his body on fire.He just wanted you. Was that too much to ask for?

He groaned pitifully, not even registering the knock at the door until-

“Keegan?”

He stilled, thinking he was imagining your sweet voice, but you called out again.

“Peanut?” he said to himself. He sat up, swiping his boxers from the floor and stumbling to the door, eyelids heavy.

There you stood in your clothes from work, holding a bag of takeaway with a smile that immediately dropped when your eyes travelled down his flushed, shirtless body.

“Oh dear,” you muttered, looking away. “Am I interrupt- Are you with someone?”

Confused by the crack in your voice, he looked himself over. He wanted to die when he realised what you saw. Fuck. This. Rut.

He pulled you in by the wrist and slammed the door close before bolting into his bedroom. “Give me a second!”

Behind his door, he took deep breaths and willed the situation to go down (it didn’t, of course). But he did his best concealing it in his sweatpants and the baggiest hoodie he owned that felt like the sauna cranked to infinity.

When he emerged out, you were sitting at the table.

“Are you o-“

“I’m so sorry. I swear that happens whenever I get a fever.” He knelt beside you, gripping your hands.

You stared at him for a few seconds before letting out a chuckle. “You don’t look good.” You pushed the clumps of hair off his wet forehead.

His head thumped, skin scalding, but your scent swirling around him dulled the ache. Ever the sweet little thing, you surprised him with a visit, even brought him food to his den. Did you know you were playing a dangerous game?

His fingers grasped your chin as he leaned in. Thinking it was a peck, you pulled away after a beat but he pressed on, arm wrapping around your waist, making you giggle. You were intoxicating even that your shirt carried faint scents of others too. What a nuisance. You needed that off.

He led to his bed and pulled you on top of him, cupping your cheek.

“It’s your fault if I get sick too.” You smiled against his lips.

He knew you wouldn’t, but he couldn’t help wonder what would happen if you did magically catch the same illness, and if you’d be able to keep your hands off him, if he would be able to keep his off you if you couldn’t. His fingers dug into your waist at the thought.

“I think about kissing you a lot. Way too often,” he said breathlessly, eyes closed.

You pulled at the fabric stuck to his skin. “Do you want to get changed? You’re sweating so much.”

He pulled his hoodie off in a swift motion, not caring where he tossed it. “Miss you too much.” His eyes flickered close again. “Just… Stay. Need you here.”

You lay next to him with your head propped up, wiping his face and chest with the small towel on the nightstand. Your fingers went to his hair.

He let out a satisfied sigh.

“You love scratches, don’t you?”

“Love when you touch me,” he rasped.

Your fingers trailed down his neck and chest, dancing over the rise and fall of him, slowing the closer they travelled south. He could feel his own heartbeat as chills ran down his spine, his breath growing shorter. Eyes half-lidded, he tugged your fingers just a hair lower.

An invitation. A plea.

Keegan woke with your back to him, wrapped tight in the comforter you hogged all night. You’d changed into one of his shirts and sweats, your feet sticking out from the burrito you’d rolled yourself into. He got up to grab a pair of socks, and as he put them on you, he realised his head had stopped spinning. His fever was gone.

Last night, he recalled, with the blush over your face and the way your chest heaved, you couldn’t meet his gaze. Even through fluttering lids, he didn’t miss how your eyes raked over him, over and over, your lips parted. Your touch lingered the rest of the night until sleep took him: breathless, but floating with the glow in his chest.

He chuckled softly at the sight of you sleeping so peacefully, leaning in to kiss your temple, and he lingered over you. The morning had started spilling into the room, golden against your perfect face, your pretty lashes fanned over your cheeks. The lips he never got tired of kissing curled into the faintest smile. He sighed.

Keegan chose this path to make use of soul he was granted, for a purpose. He put his life on the line to fight, to protect what he loved. He never knew what it was until then.

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ms-writerandreader · 18 days

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Stolen Wisdom Prologue

HARMLESS PRANK

Connor was always pulling pranks on Annabeth, though as of recently it had gotten harder to do anything when Percy was with her twenty-four seven. He needed some way to get under her skin without causing Percy to put Riptide to his throat, something discreet that wouldn’t matter to Percy but to Annabeth. “Connor? Connor, have you been listening to me at all?” Travis asked his younger brother who was obviously lost in thought. “Huh?” That was all Travis needed to lightly smack his brother on the shoulder, “Ow- Just repeat what you were saying!” Connor complained rubbing his shoulder with a pout even though he knew as well as Travis that the smack didn’t hurt. “I said, I’m going out with Katie and I need you to cover for me.” Travis explained and Connor raised a brow, silently asking his brother why he would need to cover for him. “We..might be going out of the campgrounds?” Connor sighed in annoyance but agreed to his brother's request. “Great. Now, what was in that brain of yours for you not to hear me when I’m talking to you?” Travis questioned and Connor groaned, but quickly explained his problem to his older brother. “So you’re upset because pranking Annabeth has gotten harder because little Sea Boy has been following her like a lost puppy? Why not just prank both Percy and Annabeth, makes it easier don’t you think?” Travis said and Connor pondered on the idea for a moment before shaking his head, “No, if I do that I’ll have toilet water shooting at me, at least with Annabeth I can out run her for a bit.” Travis was about to say something before someone yelled for them in Cabin 5, “What did you do?” The brothers asked simultaneously to each other as they saw Clarisse La Rue stomping over to them, she grabbed both boys roughly by the shirt and started to yell in their faces. Something about a bear trap being hidden as a welcome mat. “Clarisse! Clarisse slow down! What are you talking about!?” Travis yelled, as he pulled himself from Clarisse’s monster grip, quickly pulling his brother with him. Suddenly Chiron came from behind Clarisse, “That is enough dear girl, boys-” Chiron pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed tiredly. “Which one of you or was it both of you who disguised a bear trap as Cabin Five’s welcome mat?” Connor had to will himself not to laugh, whoever did such a prank was a genius and the fact that cabin five of all cabin’s has a welcome mat.

“Surprisingly not one of us Chiron.” Travis said, also trying to keep himself from laughing. “You know I have a hard time believing that it was either of you. That said, one of cabin five’s members said they saw someone do something in the front of their cabin yesterday evening, and with your giggles I am forced to believe it was one of you.” Now Clarisse was laughing while Travis and Connor protested before another voice entered the conversation, “Actually this one’s on me Chiron.” Turning to the voice, they saw the second in command of the Athena cabin, Malcolm Pace. “Malcolm? Dear boy, why?” “Clarisse and a few of her cabin mates decided to put a spider in the Athena cabin yesterday and the whole cabin freaked out, we had to get Percy, he killed it, but then Annie- Annabeth was still upset, so I disguised a bear trap as their welcome mat.” The gray-eyed boy explained and both Connor and Travis muttered a ‘That’s fair.’

After that Malcolm got a short lecture, and Clarisse was warned not to put a spider in the Athena cabin again. “Thanks Malcolm, but also what the hades!” Travis said and Malcolm looked at the Stolls, before humming. “I was gonna let the blame fall on you guys like how I usually do but, Katie said she was going out with you tonight so I felt bad that I almost ruined your date.” The blond explained nonchalantly, and the Stolls gaped at him, there were so many times they were blamed for pranks they never did and here they are finding out it was Malcolm the whole time. They weren’t mad, they felt more ashamed that a child of Athena, was better at getting away with things than them, children of Hermes. Suddenly however something clicked for Connor as he grinned, “Hey I actually need to ask you something, follow me.” Though hesitant, Malcolm followed leaving Travis who looked at his brother with questioning eyes as he walked away.

Connor and Malcolm made it to the strawberry fields and the son of Hermes turned to Malcolm quickly. “I need a..favor from you.” Connor said simply. “Depends on what the favor is.” The son of Athena answered, and Connor grinned maliciously. “I need to pull a prank on Annabeth, and as of late that’s gotten harder due to lover boy Percy.” Connor paused, waiting for Malcolm to interject however Malcolm waited with a calm and steady face. “I want you to fake being my boyfriend to get under Annabeth’s skin.” That’s when Malcolm’s steady expression faltered for a moment, “And you expected me to help you because?” The blond asked and Connor came up with something quickly. “Well, it would be a good way to get out of her shadow.” Malcolm’s eyes widened as he opened his mouth to protest but once again he faltered and sighed. “How long will we have to fake?” Connor smiled victoriously, “As long as it’s needed.”

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #greek mythology #prophecy #heroes of olympus #camp half blood #annabeth chase #percy pjo #percabeth #malconnor #malcolm pace #connor stoll #travis stoll #katie gardner

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constesplanetarium · 7 months

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☼⚠︎Yandere Bartender x GN!Reader Oneshot

Darkness rating ) 5/10 : “Do you need a bandaid?”

Neither the bartender nor the reader have any specific appearance, so you can imagine them however you’d like. ^^

The only thing I specified is that the bartender's name is Marcus (potential new oc, you might see him around more often :) If I do write him more, expect his character to change here and there (maybe he’ll be a little less crazy than this one shot of him) ^^

I might edit it a bit to fix up some things here and there, but for now, enjoy :)

THERE’S ANOTHER PART TO THIS!!! consider this part his current version :)

you can read it here!!!

CONTENT WARNINGS (Spoilers)!!!

Blood/Blood being unknowingly consumed.

In the bonus portion, there are mentions of stalking, needles/syringes, and general obsession around the end of the one-shot. Also a light smut mention near the end :)

Word count: Around 4k words (I got carried away lolz)

Soft jazz music fills every empty part of your head as you step into the dimmed bar. The bar has a certain warm, cabin like vibe that makes a fuzzy feeling spread throughout your whole body, alongside the delicate musk of alcohol, whether it be tequila or vodka. Luckily for you, there are only two people at the bar stools, both sitting on opposite sides, so you get to fit yourself snugly in the middle, away from everyone else. In the middle of the bar table, a man is slowly cleaning an empty glass with a rag, looking extremely bored with his life. He’s obviously not busy, so maybe he can serve you a drink or two.

You walk up to the bar stools, and he immediately looks up at you making your way over, setting his glass down with a small clink. He throws the rag aside and rests his hands on the table as you sit up on the stool.

“Hey, you’re coming in a little late, huh?” He taps his fingers on the watch set on his wrist, and you suddenly feel a bit insecure sitting on that stool. It was a bit late, about 11:37 PM. “No, It’s alright, I’ll still serve you. What can I get you?” He gives you a soft smile, bending down and resting his hand on his cheek as he stares into your eyes. A soft twinge of embarrassment fills your body, as you get a good look at him up close. This guy is pretty good-looking. He gazes at you for a couple of seconds until he snaps out of it, his eyes darting away for a moment. “Sorry.” He laughs and looks back at you. “I’m a bit tired, it’s been a long shift. You can call me Marcus.” He stands back up and taps the gold nameplate on his chest, reading out his name in black text and a fancy, cursive font.

… Marcus?

“... Oh! Yeah! You’re in one of my classes aren’t you?!” His face practically lights up and he shakes his hands around in excitement. “Thank god, someone to talk to here!”

He sits around the back of your class, always tending to be more quiet than everyone else. You’ve only talked with him once or twice during a group project, and even then, it wasn’t really a conversation. You've never seen him with anyone else around campus either, but at the same time, you rarely see him around at all. No wonder you didn't recognize who he was at first.

“Oh right, obviously you’re here to order something. Duh.” He goes cross-eyed and bumps his head mockingly, afterward looking back at you. “What can I get you?”

You’re still quiet for a few seconds, and then he raises a brow at you. “... You don’t know what to get, do you?”

No. No, you don’t.

“That’s fine. I’m indecisive too.” He sends a small wink your way, small shivers rising up your spine. It’s more embarrassment than fear. You aren’t exactly dressed to impress at the moment. “How about a suggestion? I know some good drinks since, well, I work here.”

You nod your head eagerly, not wanting to take up too much of his time. It’s not like anyone's waiting for him, though.

He grins at your acceptance of his offer, and he rubs his chin a little, taking small glances at the environment around you two. You assume he’s thinking about what drink to serve you, and suddenly, he clasps his hands together.

“How about a bloody mary?”

You’re not a hard drinker, per se, but you know enough to understand what a bloody mary is. It’s that one drink with vodka, tomato juice, and lemon juice, isn’t it?

… Isn’t there hot sauce in that drink?

You raise your brow at his suggestion. A bloody mary? You weren’t really in the mood to drink anything too heavy, nor anything with vodka and hot sauce poured in it. He could see your hesitation and laughed it off with a smile.

“No blood mary, huh?” He rubs his neck and looks up at the ceiling, apparently thinking of another drink to make you. His eyes suddenly flicker back to yours. “How about a shirley temple? It’s non-alcoholic if alcohol is what you’re worrying about in the first place.”

Your head tilts at the drink suggestion. You’ve never been to too many bars, and each time you’ve gone, all you’ve gotten is a glass of water or a bit of soda. He senses your confusion and drums his fingers on the table.

“It’s a mix of ginger ale and a splash of grenadine, all with a cherry on top.” He makes a motion with his right hand as if he’s topping an ice cream cone with that exact cherry. “Grenadine is a sort of pomegranate syrup if you didn’t know. Good stuff. Though, if you don’t like ginger ale, I can always use different things.” He extends his hand to you and starts to count on his fingers. “Lemon-like soda, lemonade, or even orange juice if you want. Oh!” A bright smile spreads on his face, making you admire how cheerful he is. “I can even mix two drinks if you want. I personally like to make mine with lemon-lime soda and ginger ale.”

Oh? That doesn’t sound bad at all. You nod and he claps his hands excitedly. “You want my version?! Alright!” He laughs and fixes himself up, pretending to slick his hair back as he puffs his chest out, providing you with a small comedic show. “Uhm, excuse me though, I have to get an extra ingredient out the back.”

You sit there in silence for a few minutes, until he comes back with a small, shot glass full of a dark, red liquid. He swishes it around a bit and sets it aside.

“We keep some strawberry syrup in the back.” He chuckles. “I always like to add some to my shirley temple.”

Strawberry syrup? Wow, this drink actually sounds delicious. Surprising, since it was a drink recommended to you on a random whim.

He reaches down and emerges with a tall, empty glass, alongside a small can of lemon-lime soda, and ginger ale. “Alright, you get to watch me work.” He hums happily, reaching down again and pulling out the grenadine.

Er, now that you get a good look at him, he looks paler than he did a few minutes ago… Is he alright?

“Pale?” He pours ice into a shaker and the empty glass as he raises a brow at you. “Do I look like that?” He shakes the cans of soda around, cracking both of them open at the same time using the table ledge. He gives you a small chuckle and wink. “I told you, long shift, remember? Ah, the regulars were extra ruthless this evening…” He murmurs, pouring the grenadine into the empty tall glass, alongside the full shot glass of strawberry syrup. “A group of old guys that come in every so often. A group of 4.”

The syrup is strangely liquidy for a so-called “syrup”, but you don’t think anything of it. “They ordered like, 10 drinks, I’m telling you. It was all heavy shit too.” He stops and chuckles quietly. “Sorry. I’m not supposed to curse at work. Anyway, they’re all heavy-ass drinkers.” He starts to shake the ginger ale and lemon-lime soda together in the shaker, looking at you as he does so. “Like, how many drinks can a 56-year-old man down? A lot, I’ll tell you.” He pulls the lid off the shaker and peers into the cup randomly. “Luckily, it’s pretty slow now, just take a look around.” He licks his lips as he pops the lid for the shaker back on, and he pours the shaken liquid into the glass, bending down again to emerge with a single cherry. “Too bad that was the most exciting thing to happen to me today. Just a bunch of old guys being loud. I was almost thinking about kicking them out, but they tip well, so… Eh.” He tops the drink off dramatically, acting like it’s a ticking time bomb ready to explode, before dropping the act and handing you your drink. “You better drink it all before I do.”

You grin as you take a good look at the glass in front of you. The grenadine and strawberry syrup at the bottom made an extremely pretty red ombre effect after the soda was poured into it. You lift the glass to your lips, as he looks at you eagerly, full of interest, and you take a couple of sips.

… This tastes odd. Not odd in the sense that it’s bad, or in the sense that you were drugged, he’s a bartender. He wouldn’t do that.

Would he?

You take a small glance up at him before taking another few sips, and it hits you.

Yeah… This does taste a bit odd. You purse your lips in discontent.

… Is that the small taste of iron?

You look up at him in confusion. You’re not bleeding from your mouth, you’re sure of it. Is the grenadine or strawberry syrup expired? He frowns as you stare at him.

“What’s wrong? Do you not like the drink?” He rubs his arm uncomfortably, and looks at the drink, placing his hand on top of yours. “I can make a new one if you’d like.”

He did make the drink in front of you, and you didn’t see any sort of drug added into it, alongside the fact that he’s offering to make a whole new drink for you… He didn’t drug it after all, huh?

“No, it’s okay, I, uh, understand how people can be nowadays.” He tried to laugh it off, but his smile faded into one of discomfort. “Sorry. It might taste a little funny, it’s just the way I prefer to make it.”

You shake your head and bring the drink to your lips again, taking another couple of sips to show him that you don’t mind. You just assume it’s one of those drinks that you just have to get used to the more you drink it, similar to a rich whisky or even just fairly sour lemonade.

“Oh.” He leans down and rests his arms on the table, watching you drink your shirley temple with joy. “It’s still good, right?”

You give him a small thumbs-up of approval, and he chuckles to himself quietly.

“Good, that’s good…” He pauses and takes a small look around the bar. It looks like he wants to say something.

“Are you, uh… Are you busy for the rest of the night? My shift ends at 1:30 AM tonight. I’m working overtime, so…” His eyes don’t meet with yours, as he stares at your drink. The deep reds swirl at the bottom of the cup. “It’s only me tonight. Everyone else already left. Look.”

You didn’t even notice.

No one else is in the bar anymore. It’s only you and him.

… He looks so sad at the thought of being alone. It’s not like you’re busy or anything later, right after this you’re going home. Even more, you took the bus here, and there’s been news of recent kidnappings after bus rides recently…

“You’ll stay? Really?!” He grins and claps his hands together a couple of times. “Hell yeah! Oh, hold on.” He runs over to the door of the bar, flips the “Open” sign to “Closed”, and he locks the door. He makes his way back over to you and starts to talk again. While he walks over, you take some more sips of your drink, and you were right, it gets better and better as you drink it. “I can make you another drink if you’d like. How about another shirley temple? Maybe a virgin sunrise tequila cocktail? Hmm…” He pushes the small door blocking people from getting access to the bar, and starts to take off his vest. “Maybe a New York sour?” He sets the vest aside, placing it next to you on the table. His gold nameplate glitters in the dim lighting of the bar, and he lets out a small sigh. “Uhm, thanks for staying with me, by the way. I know you just started to know me but it’s really nice of you…” He gets quieter and quieter, and it comes to a point where he stops talking to just stare at you.

… He’s starting to look scary.

“Hmm?” He snaps out of it once you ask him if he’s okay, and he shakes his head, brushing it off. “Sorry, sorry. I’m still tired.” He fixes his shirt, running his hands down and up his chest to get rid of all the wrinkles. “Er, how about we start sitting together in class? You don’t sit with anyone you know.”

How does he know that?

“I mean, you’re always alone when you walk in class, and you never talk to anyone either, so…” He laughs a little, taking a quick glance at your drink. The drink is almost finished, and just a bit of the grenadine and syrup sit at the bottom. “Want me to make you another one?”

You nod and he leaves you for another few minutes, just to come back out with another shot glass, full of that same strawberry syrup. You wonder why he doesn’t just bring the bottle out, since you’ll probably just ask for another one after this.

“The bottle?” He grins and starts to prepare the drink again, popping open the soda cans against the table like he did earlier. “It’s not a bottle. It’s this fat-ass container. Think of those big ass bottles of ketchup they have at like fast food places or something.” He pours the grenadine and syrup into the glass again, and you get a good look at his face. He’s pale again. Does he feel sick? But you remember that he’s tired, and brush it off as soon as the thought enters your head. “It’s a hassle to bring it out, so what the other servers do is they’ll bring out a shot glass of it to make drinks, like this.” He picks up the shot glass to point your attention to it, and pours the soda and ginger ale in the shaker. “We’ve been thinking that it would just be better to have a small bottle of it out here, like the ones with the vented pourer at the top, those glass ones, yeah?” He shakes the drink, ice rattling around in the container. “Or maybe one of those syrup pourers you see in those pancake places, haha.” He stops and pours the soda into the cup, making that beautiful ombre effect again. “Want the cherry?”

Yes, please.

He grins at your nodding and bends down, pulling up a single cherry as he tops your drink. “You didn't even eat the cherry in the last one.”

Oh yeah, you didn’t. You glance at the empty cup full of ice, and the single cherry lying there.

“I got it.” He reaches into the cup and takes the cherry out by the stem, setting the cherry in his mouth. You watch him chew on it as you take a few sips of your drink, that mellow taste filling your mouth again. He pulls the stem off and takes the cherry pit out of his mouth. “I, uh, I always hate the pit.” He tried to laugh but suddenly seemed a little out of breath. He looks away and you saw his face shift from happy to… You can’t tell.

“Hold on, the trash is right here…”He bends down, almost bumping into the bar table, and seemingly throws both the pit and stems away. “Sorry, I suddenly feel tired.”

You frown and take a good look at him. He does look strangely sick all of a sudden.

“Hmm? Oh, no, it’s fine! I don’t have to leave yet, ahaha…”

“... Close early? No, it’s fine.” He hums and grabs a random rag, suddenly cleaning the bar table, and making swirling motions with his hand. “I have to clean up anyway.” He points to the tables around you two, littered with dirty glasses. “Uhm, give me a few minutes, okay? This won’t take long at all.”

You watch him run around the clean every table, scrubbing them down and washing the dishes. You offered to help several times, yet he refused your assistance every time, brushing it all off with an “I’m fine!” or an “I’m almost done.” Around 30 minutes had passed, and even after he finished cleaning, he made you another drink.

“You feelin’ okay?” He takes a seat next to you, on your side of the bar this time. You’re on your third drink by now, and this time you decided to let him make a New York sour, damn these drinks are good. “You’re not tired, are you?”

Shouldn’t you be the one asking him that?

“Me? I’m okay!” Granted, the color did return to his face, and he seemed a bit more peppy now. “We just have a few minutes until 1:00 AM.”

You take the last sips of your drink and think.

…You have classes early tomorrow.

“... Leave early? Why?” He frowns and looks at you. “Ah, do you actually feel tired? Sick?” He sets his hand on your forehead, making your face warm up. He leans in close to you, and you can practically feel his breath on your neck. “... Do you need anything?” He speaks softly to you, as if you’re a loved one, a significant other. You don’t say anything, and just shake your head a little to his question. He nods. “If you need anything, I’m here.” He hums, his hand making its way to your cheek. “You’re too warm, maybe you really are sick…”

You shake your head no aggressively, frowning at his gesture. You’re sure he meant well, but he can’t just touch you out of nowhere like that. What the hell is his problem?

“... Sorry.” He murmurs, moving his hand away, and it falls loosely to his side. He takes a peer at his watch and is quiet for a few seconds. “It’s almost 1:00 AM. Do you really want to leave early…?”

Yes. Yes you do. He looks at you a little heartbroken, but shakes his head, as if to get the feeling out of his body, and he just smiles. “It’s fine. C’mon.” He steps off the stool and grabs his vest, beckoning you over. “I’ll have to drive you home, unless you have an Uber at this hour?”

You wince. The buses aren’t open this late, but it’s not like you were going to take one anyway. No way in hell you were going to take an Uber either.

“Sure, just give me your address.” He locks the bar door behind him, then he leads you to his car, and it’s a nice black sports-like car. You can totally see him driving this kind of car around. He pulls the passenger door open for you, bowing a little as you step in. A few seconds later he sits into the driver's seat and turns the car on. “Your address?”

…

His face turns into one of shock, and then he grins. “No fucking way. You live in my apartment complex?”

Woah. It’s coincidence after coincidence with this guy.

“Well shit, this makes everything easier.”

The cold air hits you suddenly as you step out of his car, and the little jingle of his keys makes you turn to him.

“What floor do you live on?”

The second floor. And your next-door neighbors are dickheads.

“Mmn. Me too.” He chuckles and slips the keys into his pocket, rubbing his arm again. You both walk to the building and he just talks along the way. “It’s a bit cooler today than it was last night, haha. I would’ve brought my coat, but I didn’t check the weather this afternoon…” You both make your way to the stairs and start to walk up. You take your keys out of your pocket in advance. “I was going to ask which room you live in, but that’s a little much, huh?”

Eh, you might as well tell him, right?

“205, huh? I’m literally down at 210.” The lights in the hallway are dimmed as you both try to step in as quietly as you can, especially you. “Want me to drop you off at your room? I don’t mind.”

You shake your head, but thank him for the offer.

“Mmn, see you tomorrow classmate.” He hums and waves you goodbye as he keeps on walking to his room. You wave goodbye too, push the keys into your lock, twist, and then walk into your apartment.

Home sweet home.

✧─── ･｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

𝔹𝕠𝕟𝕦𝕤 ℙ𝕆𝕍!

I watch them walk back into their apartment, and take a glance at the 205 on their door. It’s not like I didn’t already know anyway. I’ve known that they live with me for a long time now.

They need to become more aware of their surroundings. What if someone else besides me was following them home? To their classes, to their favorite place to eat, to their doctor appointments…

I step into my apartment, and it suddenly hits me again.

Holy shit. They drank all of it. Every drink I gave them. And they loved it. Every single one.

A part of me, inside them. Oh, how incredible…

I feel my cock harden in my pants, and I grip my keys tightly. I don’t want to do that right now, but I don’t think I can fight that urge for long

I sigh dreamily and throw my keys onto the kitchen counter, digging into my pocket as I pull out the two cherry pits and stems from their drinks. I can feel my heart pound as I stare at the pits. I get to add something else to my collection, wow…

I don’t take my eyes off the pits for even a moment as I push my bedroom door open, squatting down and pulling out my box. Black, decorated with a red ribbon. I set the pits and stems into the corner, along with the pen they dropped one day while they were walking in front of me.

I hesitate for a moment, before pulling out the capped syringe from my pocket. I stare at the dried-up blood inside the tube, dropping it inside the box with everything else. I have to clean it. The blood’s gonna rot if I don’t, but I’ll just do it tomorrow.

I’m so excited, I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep tonight.

I can feel my hands shake, and even the blood run through my veins. Tomorrow needs to hurry up and come. I need to see them again…

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere oc #not proofread #gn reader #male yandere #x gender neutral reader #x gn y/n #yandere oc x reader #dead dove do not eat #eww he made u drink his blood :(

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jksprincess10 · 2 months

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Are we out of the woods 5. It was a bad idea

Summary : Your father is a dangerous man who has a lot of enemies. One day, you’re taken from your home by force to go to a safe cabin in the woods to be protected from an unknown danger by three of his men: Ironhead, Pope and Catfish. You’re not really a nature enjoyer, but in your boredom, you discover a new love for nature. You also get to know the men working for your dad and interest sparks between you and the mysterious and silent Francisco.

CW: canon-like violence, explicit smut, reader is kind of a princess at first, talks of divorce, drugs & alcohol, talks of addiction, slight age gap (reader in her mid 20s, frankie in his late 30s), jealousy, tension, frankie is a mess.

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Their slumber is short and abruptly stopped by the strident sound of alarms. You groan and put your pillow over your head, without a care in the world that you could be in grave danger. You hear the boys moving, the heavy steps of their boots and the shouting of orders in Santi’s voice.

One of them comes into your room.

“Sorry to bother you, ma’am, the movement detector, and the cameras detected some suspicious action. How do you want us to proceed?” It’s Will’s voice. So formal. You still wished for a code name.

You can barely look at him, the light hurts your eyes. You’ve never been this hungover. “Do what you have to do.” You mumble as you hide your face in your pillows.

“Perfect. Santi and I are heading out. Frankie will stay with you in case anything goes wrong. But we might need him.” He throws a walkie-talkie on your bed. “Keep in touch.”

And just like that, he’s out. You understand now why your dad hired them. They’re pretty… effective. Minutes later, you hear a shy knock on your half-opened door. Frankie.

Memories from last night flood your head. The way he kissed you. The way he held you. The way he made you come without even touching you.

Oh god.

What have you done.

“Go away.” You groan and throw a pillow at him, which he catches mid-air. This shouldn’t be attractive, but it is.

“You should get up and get ready in case we have to leave. I’ll get you aspirin and water.”

“Why are you suddenly so fucking nice, huh?” You slowly stretch your body, trying not to be self-conscious of your the way you looked in the morning.

“Because what is going on right now is part of my job and I’m trying not to fuck this up. Go. Dress up.”

“So bossy.” You mumble as he closes the door.

You fetch a pair of fleeced-lined leggings, warm socks, and an over-sized flannel burgundy shirt. You move slowly, but you manage to get dressed without any accidents. You get out of your room with the soothing promise of getting aspirin and water. Frankie is waiting for you in the small dining room, where he has set the care items for you. You swallow everything in one go, relishing the feeling of the cold water on your tongue.

“I’m never drinking and smoking weed again.”

“They all say that.” The tips of his fingers tap lightly against the wooden table. “Look, about last night…” He starts.

“Nothing happened last night.” You cut him off, embarrassed as the memories kept flooding in. The way you begged him to let you kiss him. “I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression.”

“…Right. Maybe you should tell that to Santi too.”

You slap your hand against your forehead, annoyed at your past self for going around and kissing the men working for your dad.

“I’m gonna make breakfast.” You announce to change the subject. You get up and get working on scrambled eggs and toast, while Frankie takes care of the coffee machine, in an unsettling silence. You felt so fucking stupid about the situation, like a teenager who didn’t have any self-restraint. You would do better. Your head was still pounding, and you tried to ignore the loud sound of the old coffee machine, wincing.

“You know what helps with a migraine?”

“What, Francisco?” You groaned as you emptied the contents of the pan into two plates.

“An orgasm.”

“I swear to fucking god…” You took your plate and coffee mug, before disappearing into your bedroom and closing the door harshly behind yourself.

You would eat in silence. Maybe while reading a smutty book on your kindle. Yeah. Good idea. It would help you forget how good Frankie felt as he grinded desperately against you for sure.

You spend the morning secluded in your bedroom, keeping an eye on the walkie-talkie in hopes to have good news soon.

After reading chapter after chapter, you heard a sound coming from the communication device. “Ma’am, we’ll need help.” Will.

You grab it to respond. “Everything okay?” You couldn’t help the worry tying your voice.

“They are just more than we expected. We are observing. Waiting to make a move. Can you put Frankie on the line?”

You run out of your bedroom and give the device to Frankie without a word. He was chilling on the couch, but when he heard the urgency in your step, he got up. You blank when they start talking in codes and you sit on the couch, still warm, bringing your legs up to your chest as you tried to calm down. You really didn’t think there was a threat until now. You thought your father was exaggerating as usual.

You see blood. So much blood. You hear distinctly your mother’s scream.

Warm hands are on your knees and Frankie’s at your level, hazelnut eyes trying to get you to focus. “Listen.” When he sees your eyes on him, he lets out a breath. “When I head out, you have to hide and barricade the door with whatever you can. You don’t come out until you hear us shout the word Evergreen, okay?”

“What’s that?”

“Your codename. Congrats, soldier.”

“Frankie, I’m so scared…” You whisper. You feel like a child in front of your mother’s corpse. He cups your cheek and looks at you with all the confidence and softness he can muster.

“You’ll be fine. I promise.”

You nod and watch as he gets ready. You follow him to the door, not sure what to do with your hands when he’s about to leave.

“Be careful.” You finally say, and he nods before he closes the door. You lock it, before pushing the couch in front of it. You think of a hiding place, and the best would probably be under your bed.

You went to your room and stole a blanket to lay between the mattress and the floor. You feel paralyzed by your racing thoughts. You address a prayer, even though you don’t believe in God, to please protect these nice men. You couldn’t live if people died protecting you.

Under the bed, time passes. You don’t know how many hours it had been when you hear the loud and clear call of your codename in the boys’ voices. You get out from your hiding spot and run to the door, pushing away the sofa before unlocking the door. You open it and you feel relieved to see the three of them in the flesh.

“It’s been… dealt with.” Santi says with a smile. He’s covered in dirt. In fact, all their clothes are covered in dirt and dark blood. Your eyes immediately go to Frankie, to see if he’s hurt. Besides a few scratches on his face, he seems fine.

“Put your clothes in the washer.” You finally say, swallowing the tears back. You’re trying to keep your cool as if you hadn’t been having an anxiety attack for the past hours. “Is any of you wounded?”

“No…” Frankie says he finishes taking off his boots. Still, you grab his hand, and you pull him with you while he protests.

Santiago wiggles his eyebrows at him, and he gives him the middle finger.

You push Frankie to the bathroom. “Sit.”

He does, reluctantly, interrogative eyes fixated on you, while you try to find something to clean his wounds. “Don’t lie, your face has scratches.” You mumble.

“It’s not-”

The look you shoot him quiets him. You start by wiping a warm cloth on his face, erasing the dirt and blood. Even though he looked incredibly sexy. You pushed the thought away and concentrated on cleaning him until there was no trace of dirt on his handsome face. You felt his burning, puzzled gaze on you.

“I thought you didn’t want anything to have to do with me…”

“You do get on my nerves, Frankie, but I need you alive to protect me, don’t I?” You push back the words you really want to say; that you care about him and that you feared losing him after your little fall-out this morning.

“I guess so.”

You hum in approval as you start disinfecting his superficial wounds. He grabs your wrists to stop you. His touch is burning, and you want to run away from the flame that animated him.

“It’s not necessary. Are you… are you okay?”

You sigh and you fall to your knees in front of him as you realize that no, you’re not. You see panic passing in his eyes, as he gets down from the toilet seat to hold you, like he held you yesterday when you were too drunk and wobbly.

“I’m scared and I’m turned on that you killed people for me and I’ve been having a panic attack for the past hours and I didn’t want you to die for me and I’m so done with all of this.” You say in one breath before you choke on a sob.

Confused, but supportive, Francisco strokes your back. “I’m gonna make your clothes gross.” He grumbles.

“I don’t care.” Your fingers settle in his curls on the back of his neck, trying to find comfort and grounding in physical touches. You sniffle and wipe your tears with your arm, before you look up at him, your faces close. You see the way he hesitates, the way he looks at your lips then at your eyes, and when you almost close the distance between the two of you, you hear someone clearing his throat.

“Sorry, I just… I need the bathroom.” Will stands awkwardly in the doorway, in his boxers, with clean clothes in his hand.

Frankie moves away first. “Yes, I should wash my clothes.” He also clears his throat and gets up, before helping you up. Then, he’s distant again as you both go your separate ways in the same cabin.

You were drunk and high last night, and now you were high and delirious on anxiety and fear. You had to get it together.

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halloweenhuh · 6 months

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Halloween, Huh? Day 5 Reveals

No fear, no fences, nobody - no reins - Rated E - 8,474 words Henry takes Alex to a nearby farm outside Austin to teach him how to ride a horse. Eventually, they stop at a log cabin in the words for the night, and they decide to try another form of riding.

.🎃🎃🎃.

I don't know why all the trees change in the fall - Rated T - 2,513 words Alex has had a terrible day. It's raining, it's cold, and he's absolutely miserable. All he wants to do is dry off and collapse in bed. But when he walks through the door, Henry is ready and waiting to take care of him. He even has a surprise that he's cooking up in the kitchen. And Alex gets to take a trip down memory lane.

.🎃🎃🎃.

Cat or Canary - Rated T - 6,945 words Come in costume they said. It would be a fun party they said. Tell that to the fact that he is stranded with his arch nemesis, blindfolded, on the side of the road, shirtless, soaked in something he isn’t even sure what to name. Alex would think that would be enough for one evening, but Henry kissed him only moments ago and he isn’t sure if he is more mad at Henry, or himself for liking it. Halloween is about to be one wild night.

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Handsome stranger - Rated T - 6,647 words Strangers to Lovers AU where Alex and Henry are strangers who accidentally win the couple costume competition at the party they go to on Halloween. How did strangers end up wearing the most coordinated, matching costumes? Call it faith *** Henry has to say something back, he knows he does. But his brain seems to have chosen this exact moment to go on vacation. All he has to say is a simple, "yes", how hard could that possibly be? The answer is very. When Henry clears his throat again, takes another deep breath, and gets ready to say yes, he's suddenly hit by the realization that he's been silent for much longer than could possibly be considered socially acceptable. Christ, I can't do this, he anxiously thinks to himself while still busy deciding on the least creepy way to break the silence and agree to the man's request for a drink. But then the man, who had been patiently waiting with a soft smile on his face scoffs and glares at Henry, mumbling something like "dick" and walking away looking offended and disappointed. It's then that Henry realizes to his own horror, that he'd said "Christ I can't do this", out loud.

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Magical Mishap - Rated T - 2,658 words Alex and Henry belong to rival families of witches. They are constantly trying to one-up each other through their spells. When one of their spells has a less-than-desirable effect, Alex and Henry have to come together to rectify the situation before the rivalry between their families delves into an all-out war.

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Red, White, and Royal Switcheroo - Rated T - 6,405 words "Henry’s role, Alex thinks, is much easier to play." - Red, White, and Royal Blue, Chapter 1

Or, a body swap au set during Alex's "make nice" trip to England in which Alex and Henry have to play at being each other, and Alex discovers the above is very much not the case.

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apomaro-mellow · 9 months

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Wingman Nancy 5

hey @an-entity-i-think how does it feel being a psychic?

“If it matters at all, I hate this”, Nancy said.

“Noted”, Eddie replied.

“I don’t know if I’m on board with our mediator”, Robin said. “Was Argyle not available? Or...Will? Or Lucas?”

“I gotta say, I didn’t intend to spend my day like this either”, Hopper blew a puff of smoke as he stood on the porch of his cabin. “You said this was an emergency”, he pointed the statement to Eddie.

The four teens stood outside Hopper’s cabin, waiting to be let in.

“It is”, Steve said.

“I fail to see how teen relationship drama is any of my business.”

“Because relationship dynamics effect the group as a whole”, Eddie explained. “And if Nancy Wheeler falls apart because her heart is broken then your whole squadron of monster hunters is severely crippled!”

Hopper didn’t look impressed. Or convinced. “You’re not gonna get off my porch until I let you in, huh?”

Very reluctantly, Hopper allowed them inside. Everyone else was out and about on this lovely Saturday morning, leaving him alone. Well, alone until the Hormone Brigade invaded.

“So what exactly is the issue? And before you start, are you absolutely sure you don’t want Murray to weigh in?”

“No!”, Steve and Nancy yelled at once.

Hopper held his hands up and sat down in the well-used chair in his living room. Nancy took the other chair, Steve and Robin took the loveseat, Eddie sat on an ottoman.

It was silent for about thirty seconds as Hopper looked at each of them.

“You know I actually can’t help until I know what the problem is.”

Eddie looked to Nancy expectantly and she just glared at him. Steve bit his lip as he spoke up.

“It’s kind of...complicated.”

Hopper’s brow furrowed. “Complicated how?” He then looked to Nancy, then Robin. “Please tell me you didn’t let one of these duds knock you up?”

Eddie cackled so hard he fell backward off the ottoman and the others allowed themselves to smile. Somehow that issue seemed simpler than the real one. Robin let out a breath, feeling some tension already released.

“So um, you remember how Will uh, you remember how he told everyone that he’s...he’s into guys?”

Hopper nodded slowly.

“Well...surprise!”, Robin said weakly with the most pathetic jazz hands.

“Oh, oh okay then”, Hopper replied. “But what’s the got to do with....”, he trailed off when he looked at Nancy, who’s eyes were flitting from ceiling to floor to wall. “Ah, okay, well, now what do you-” He was about to ask Steve, only to follow Steve’s gaze to Eddie, who was looking right back at him like they were the only ones in the room.

Hopper let out a long breath and slouched in his chair a bit. “Right, that does make things a little...complicated.”

“That’s not really the issue here”, Nancy said. “Since we’re all...you know. It’s not a compatibility issue it’s just...baggage.”

“A lot of baggage”, Robin agreed.

“Can I get the short version?”, Hopper asked.

So Steve started the story with him and Nancy. He told Hopper how they had been dating, he thought they were happy, but then had a nasty breakup. Robin wanted to date Nancy but was having second thoughts because of how things ended between her and Steve. When the bare bones were explained, Hopper turned to Eddie.

“And what exactly is your horse in this race?”

“Me? I just wanna jump on Steve’s horse, sir.”

Steve tossed a throw pillow at Eddie so hard he fell back onto the floor again. “Eddie and I aren’t really, involved. But this is happening to our friends. We want to help. I just want Robin to know that I’m okay and I’m not against her dating Nancy.”

“You guys talked about it?”, Nancy asked.

“Yeah. Didn’t you talk to someone about me?”, Robin asked.

“I-we-”, Nancy glanced at Eddie. “That’s different. We had to make a plan.”

“Wait, you guys planned this?”, Steve looked to Eddie.

“Nancy thought she couldn’t make any moves on Robs while you were still single. And I happened to be available and very, very willing~”

“So you were thinking of Steve’s feelings”, Robin pressed. “I mean, this time you were.”

“I...”, Nancy turned her eyes to Steve. “I wasn’t thinking of how you would’ve felt, when I hooked up with Jonathan. I convinced myself you wouldn’t care, that you’d just go on to the next girl like you always did. I thought what we had wasn’t real because how could it be? Everything you said and I, I was sure you did it for other girls.”

“You were a serial dater, Steve”, Eddie added.

“Well Steve? What do you have to say about that?”, Hopper asked. The Harrington reputation got around.

“I meant everything I did with you Nancy. Yeah, a lot of it was just the usual boyfriend stuff and yeah I did things for other girls like, got ‘em flowers, or drove them around in my car, but isn’t a boyfriend supposed to do that?”

“A boyfriend is also supposed to know when his girlfriend is grieving.” Nancy’s eyes hardened.

“I knew that, that’s why I was trying to keep your mind off it.”

“I didn’t want to keep my mind off it! I wanted to think about it, wanted to do something about it. You just wanted to push everything down!”

“Nancy, it was over! If I had known that it was-that it was something that could come back, maybe I would’ve wanted to talk about it but it was supposed to be in the past!”

“But it wasn’t in the past for me. Especially when they were lying about Barb, I couldn’t let them get away with it. Steve, think about our friends now. If Max had died fighting Vecna and the government covered it up, would you have let them? Would you have just forgot about it?”

“Nancy....I didn’t understand back then what you were going through with Barb. And I’m sorry.”

Robin put a hand on Steve’s shoulder. He put his hand on top of hers and shared a smile with her.

“You have to promise me”, he said to Nancy, “That whatever you’re doing with my Robin is serious. You’re not just going for her because you’re experimenting, or trying to break out of a cookie-cutter life, or anything like that.”

“Steve, I never meant to hurt you-”

“But you did. You just came back after that tunnel shit and you and Jonathan were a thing. And I had to act like I was okay with it. Do you know what it’s like, watching someone you love with someone else?”

“Yeah”, Eddie, Robin, and Hopper said.

Nancy’s eyes were glistening a little. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for disappearing on you like that, for not ending things cleanly, and...and for calling you bullshit. I feel like I see better now. Maybe it wouldn’t have worked out for us in the end, but you would’ve given it your all, wouldn’t you?”

“If you had let me, yeah”, Steve smiled.

Nancy gave a light laugh as she looked down at her lap, shaking her head. “Six kids and a winnebago.”

“I’m sorry, what?”, Robin’s eyes got wide.

“The hell does that mean?”, Eddie asked while Steve put his face in his hands.

“Please don’t tell them. I’ll never live it down.”

Hopper cleared his throat. “Seems like we’re close to finishing so let’s wrap this up. Steve and Nancy both apologized, so Robin? Anymore hang-ups?”

Robin held Steve’s hand, intertwining their fingers. “If he can forgive you after all that...well let’s just say his title ‘King of Second Chances’ is pulling a lot of weight here. If this reformed, prom king jock asshole says you’re worth the heartbreak, then yeah. No more hang-ups.”

“There was a compliment somewhere in there, I’m sure of it”, Steve said.

“So, I get a second chance?”, Nancy asked.

“Tuesday is discount movie day”, Robin beamed. “We could get a double feature.”

“And while the girls are away, the boys can play”, Eddie rubbed his hands together while looking at Steve.

“Oh I’m so glad this ended happily ever after. Now get out of my house”, Hopper pointed to the door.

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l0st-strawberry explicitly said they were being a good boy so you guys get steddie’s date night

Steve checked the time. Robin was being picked up by Nancy right about now and Eddie was due to arrive any moment. He looked himself over in the mirror, hoping he didn’t come off as too ‘date-ready’. This was supposed to be a casual hangout between two buddies.

Except Steve was 60% sure Eddie was into him. Either that, or he was trying to learn his ‘jock language’ as Robin had called it. Helping him practice with Lucas, going out on jogs, flattering him about his muscles, it was totally out of character for Eddie.

But if he was trying to get on Steve’s good side....and if he was doing that because he liked him then...

There were the little touches too, small things he did that could just be friendly but....well Steve really hoped there was a ‘but’.

He heard the doorbell ring and checked himself over again. He was wearing a green polo and some jeans.

“Very simple, very casual”, he said to himself in the mirror. “You’ve got this Harrington.”

The bell rang again and he tore himself from the mirror to answer the door. He let Eddie in and they went right to the TV.

“Alright, on three, whip ‘em out”, Eddie said when they sat down on the couch.

Steve rolled his eyes at the wording, but on 3, pulled a movie from behind his back. They had agreed on an exchange, both picked a movie they wanted to share with the other.

“Question, why does it not have a cover?”, Steve asked. It was just a title.

“Because what I have here is an extremely rare bootleg. And I see you’ve picked a classic yourself.”

“Rock paper scissors for which we watch first?”

Steve ended up losing, so they were going to watch Eddie’s movie first.

“You go ahead and put it in, I’ll get the popcorn and drinks”, Steve said.

Since he was walking away, Eddie let himself stare at his very valuable assets before going to put the movie in and get it started. He could do this. He could be smooth and flirtatious and totally get Steve Harrington to fall in love with him.

Steve knew when someone’s eyes were on him and couldn’t help but smile to himself for his choice in jeans. “Beer or coke?”, he half-shouted from the kitchen.

“Coke!”, Eddie answered back.

Steve returned with a bowl of popcorn and two cokes. When he sat down, there was about a foot of space between him and Eddie. Eddie closed the space a little by putting his arm across the back of the couch. Every time, Steve took a sip and put his can back on the coffee table, he moved just the teensiest bit closer to Eddie.

“So this is a bootleg?”, Steve asked.

“Yeah. Got it off a guy when me and the boys were doin’ a gig one night. You can’t find this anywhere.”

“You like stuff like that? Rarities?”

“I wouldn’t call myself a collector by any means. But if I find something good and I think I’ll never see it again, I can’t help myself.”

Steve bit his lip. He wanted to be that for Eddie. Something he just couldn’t help himself around.

“You know, I’m kinda like that. When I see something good, I go for it.” Steve turned a little towards him.

“Oh yeah?”, Eddie grinned, any feigned interest in the movie completely gone now. “Do tell.”

“You know, sometimes I want a pair of shoes, I got for it. Or if I really want a position on a team, I go for it.”

“Got any relatable examples?”, Eddie asked, turning his own body towards Steve.

“Every time I’ve liked a girl, I asked her out. There was only one time I didn’t.”

Eddie swallowed. “What stopped you, Steve the Hair Harrington, from asking out a girl?”

“.....It wasn’t a girl.”

Eddie gulped again. “Shit.”

Steve met his eyes, trying to assess if that was a good ‘shit’ or a bad ‘shit’. Eddie could see he was trying to read him and smiled.

“Still not hearing a reason why you wouldn’t ask.”

Steve let out a breath and ran a hand through his hair like he had really been sweating Eddie’s reaction. Like Eddie would run out this house just because he liked guys.

“Well, even if I asked, I’m not sure he’d say yes. See, I still can’t tell which part of me he likes.”

“I mean, if he’s into guys, typically they’re into one specific part”, Eddie’s eyes drifted to Steve’s crotch before rocketing back to his face.

“Okay you perv, I mean my personality. Like, would he be into King Steve? Or is he more into the Steve I am now?”

“Are you still King Steve?”, Eddie asked.

“Not...entirely. But I still do things I did from back then. I work out and Robin calls me a meathead. I hang out with nerds but I can’t for the life of me get interested in Dungeons, no offense.”

“None taken”, Eddie shrugged. “We can’t all have taste.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “I’m saying, sometimes it feels like I haven’t changed. So how can I ask this guy out? What if he still thinks I’m that guy? What if he wants that guy?”

Eddie wanted to kiss the sadness right off his face. “Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“I want you. All of you.”

Steve felt his heart quicken. His arm rested against the back of the couch. “Even the me that goes for jogs at 6 in the morning?”

“I will be up at 9 to have breakfast with you.”

“And if I never, ever, ever get into that game with you guys?”

“I could think”, Eddie started while letting his fingers walk up Steve’s arm, “of some other games I’d like to play with you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Their knees were touching now and Eddie had walked his fingers up to Steve’s bicep. Eddie bit his lip. Then made his fingers tap dance on Steve’s skin while he scatted.

Steve giggle-snorted and then leaned into Eddie’s space. “You’re such a dork.”

“Hmm, but a cute dork, perhaps?”

“Cute, some might even say hot.”

“Now who would say that?”, Eddie grinned with a shake of his head.

“Eddie.”

“Hm?”

“Kiss me.”

“O-okay.”

Eddie closed the very short distance between them and kissed Steve, finally. The next thing he felt was Steve’s very strong hands on his waist.

“Damn”, he breathed out.

“Sorry”, Steve pulled back a little. “Too much? I’ve never-mmf.”

Eddie nipped any second guesses with a kiss. “Stevie baby, this is just the tip of the iceberg of what I wanna do to you.” He felt him give a little shiver and Eddie licked his lips. “You like when I call you baby?”

Yes, Steve liked it but he wasn’t gonna say that out loud so he just kissed him again. He also liked Eddie’s little promise. He wanted the whole iceberg, whatever that meant. Eddie pressed more into him and Steve let himself be pushed down onto the couch. Steve had been under girls a few times but typically he was the one on top. And even when they were, usually they were smaller than him. He’d never been under someone like Eddie, someone who was nearly the same size.

His weight, combined with Eddie’s hair falling over like a curtain and the kisses that never let up and Steve felt like he was drowning in the man and he never wanted to come up for air. Eddie’s knee came up a little between his legs and Steve couldn’t stop the way his hips jumped to meet Eddie’s, who let out a hiss of pleasure just as the phone began to ring.

“It’s just telemarketers. Ignore it”, Eddie said.

“At this hour? I doubt it. I should-”

“Stay here and be kissed by me?” Eddie gave his lips a peck. “Wait, I think I missed a spot.” He kissed him again and got a little bold, starting to kiss his jawline.

Steve let out a gasp and was halfway to letting Eddie’s lips find their way wherever they wanted when all the worst what-ifs came to mind. With a sigh, he pushed Eddie away and got up, jogging over to the phone before whoever it was hung up.

He picked up and heard Robin’s voice.

“Please tell me I just interrupted you and Eddie running a marathon.”

Steve took a moment to catch his breath. “You knew what might be happening when you called. By the way why are you calling? Your date with Nancy finished already?” He checked the time. The movie was sure to be done by now but would they have ended the date right after?

“Oh we’re finished alright.”

Steve frowned. “That doesn’t sound good. What happened?”

“Are you sure it’s more important than Eddie’s blue balls right now?”

He had the decency to blush. “Robin you’re way more important than Eddie’s balls.”

“Hey!”, Eddie looked up from the couch. “I heard that Harrington!”

With a broad smile, he turned to look at Eddie. “She’s more important than your dick too!”

“Steve, you have no idea how much that means to me.”

Robin didn’t sound right. Something really bad must’ve happened during her date. He turned his back on Eddie as he spoke again.

“I mean it. If you wanna talk I can send Eddie home and you can come. Or I’ll go to you.” He’d drop anything for Robin and hopefully Eddie would understand that.

“Your courting suitor won’t mind being booted?”

Once again, Steve turned around and saw Eddie, watching him with a dopey smile on his face.

“No, I don’t think he’ll mind “, he twirled the cord around his finger. “I’m like….85% sure he’s super into me and will let me get away with anything.”

“We can talk tomorrow. You know, when he’s not humping your leg.”

“First thing in the morning”, Steve promised. “Good night.”

“Night, Steve.”

Steve hung up and was able to give his full attention to Eddie, who was still staring at him.

“85% sure, huh?”

“Give or take a few percents”, Steve sat back down on the couch.

“So, what’re we gonna do now?”

“Well, your movie finished. Let’s start mine.”

It was all a cover, for what neither knew because as soon as it started playing, they were making out again. Then the movie ended and before Eddie could even suggested heading home, Steve was pulling him upstairs.

“It’s late. And I bet you’re tired, right?”

“Yeah, tired, yeah”, Eddie said as he found himself in Steve’s room. He then found himself in Steve’s bed, wearing Steve’s clothes, kissing Steve again. Kissing his beautiful, spotted neck again and pulling out sounds he only dreamed of.

Steve was a delicious combination of nervous but eager which paired great with Eddie’s eager but nervous energy. What started as not-so-innocent kissing lead to definitely-not-innocent handjobs and Eddie was pretty sure he died and went to heaven.

When morning came, the heaven thing still made more sense because where else would he wake up with his face buried in Steve’s hairy chest?

Steve took heaven away when he got up and had to go to Robin. But Eddie sucked it up and decided to seek out Nancy. If not to make sure she and Robin were fine, then to assure his and Steve’s alone time didn’t get interrupted again.

Part 7 (END)

I chose Hopper because he literally could not give a shit in any way or form. Everybody else they know would have an opinion or a bias.

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bitchyglitterfox · 1 year

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Survive - HOTD Zombie Apocalypse AU - Reader X HOTD

Warnings: death, destruction, zombies, character death, animal death, horror

A/n: I love this AU so much it came to me last night and I just wrote. If you want a second part please let me know ok ✅

@valeskafics here’s the first part :D

Part 2

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It was a normal Thursday morning in Westeros. I was in my calculus class at Kings Landing university when everyone's phones started going off.

“What's going on?” I ask the professor.

“They say people are getting sick, like really sick and they’re telling people to stay indoors,” Jason Lannister says while running a hand through his hair.

“Class dismissed,” our professor tells us. We all calmly walk out of the classroom. Once I make it to the parking lot I sprint to my car and drive home.

When I make it back to my shared apartment I immediately start calling my parents. They pick up on the second ring.

“Oh thank god, are you guys ok?” I ask while checking all the cupboards since I may be here for a while.

“Yes sweetheart, we’re fine. We're gonna head up to your grandfather's cabin in winterfell until all this blows over, if you can we would like you to meet us there. We love you!”

“I love you too, I'll try and meet you there but no promises, who knows this could blow over in a couple of days,” I say while smiling to myself “I love you both, I'll see you soon”.

“We love you both too,” she says as she ends the call.

When our conversation is done I go looking for supplies, thank god me and Heleana are always going to the store and buying things in bulk. Seems we will be able to last a month or two with our stock of food and water. I hear the key turn the lock and look to see Heleana and I notice she's got her boyfriend and my cousin Cregan Stark with her.

“Have you seen the news yet?” I ask just as they come in giggly.

“Huh?” Heleana oblivious to what’s happening asks with a smile on her face but the smile drops once she sees the worry on my face, “No, Cregan and I were just driving around campus, why what’s going on?”

Instead of answering I turn the tv on, “If you are just joining us, we have been advised to inform all of king's landing to stay indoors, a possible virus has been discovered, it is a fast acting virus, symptoms show a mere 8 hours after initial infection and death comes after 4 days. We advise all residents to stay inside. May the seven watch over us all, gods bless”

“I have to call my family,” Heleana says while walking to her bedroom, Cregan following shortly after, mumbling the same.

I fall down to the couch, putting my head into my hands, just breathe Y/n just breathe.

Heleana exits her room, shaken and it seems she’s been crying.

“I just got off the phone with my, with my mom. M-my dads sick, they think he got the virus they are talking about, they’re gonna stay with him in the city, um but since my brothers and cousins haven’t been home they want them to stay with us,” she says sniffling, “Only if that is ok with you? I-it should only be for a few days until the government says it’s ok”.

“Hel, we’ve been friends since childhood, I don’t mind taking in your siblings and cousins,” I say pulling her into a hug, “we have more than enough food and water to last us, plus my parents are at the cabin,” I say looking at Cregan, “If worse comes to worse, which I’m sure it won’t, we can always take do the drive up to winterfell, there will be more supplies, water and weapons”.

When I pull out of the hug there is a knock at the door making all of us jump.

Heleana opens the door, eight people standing in the doorway with their luggage, we rush them all inside, hugs ensued, tears.

“You guys will be safe here, now I suggest we barricade the doors, you never know, quarantines make people a little crazy” I say while moving the coffee table in front of the door. Aegon and Aemond begin to help me move the furniture as Jace consoles his siblings.

And now we wait.

Quarantine day 5: it’s been 5 days since we’ve been in quarantine here in our apartment, classes have been canceled indefinitely and we currently entertain ourselves with bored games and Mario kart. We try to distract Joffrey and Daeron from what’s going on, they currently just think we’re having a huge sleepover with their family. Gotta keep them innocent. We’re keeping in contact with our families.

“I-I see, ok, I love you mom, please stay safe, tell Nyra and Daemon the kids are safe too, I’ll call you tomorrow,” Hel says from the kitchen, she makes eye contact with me as Cregan rushes to her, I tell Baela to take Joffrey and Daeron to the bedroom.

“Mom says dad died, and that Criston and Daemon are also showing symptoms,” the tears begin to fall again, her two brothers rushing to hug her as well. I can’t help but feel my own beginning to fall as well as I rush to hug Jace, Luke and Rhaena.

“It'll be ok, your father is strong, he will fight this and beat it,” you say to the two teens, kissing their foreheads. I give Jace a knowing look. At Least none of us are sick, we are all safe.

Quarantine day 9: more tears have been shed, we have lost Daemon and Criston, but Alicent and Rhaenyra still remain healthy and safe as well, they want to keep everyone here longer, just until this all blows over but at this point that doesn’t seem like it will. We keep the radio running to hear updates throughout the night, but in the mornings we watch the news.

“Good morning, if you are just joining us, we have gotten word from the CDC, they are working diligently on a vaccine for the new virus titled the Z virus, when we know more we will be able to update you as we get more updates”

“Holy shit, did you hear that! We might get to go home soon!” Aegon cheers, “Look as much as I loved spending quality time with you guys, I’m ready to get back out there,” he says, stretching his arms above his head.

“We’ll get to see mom again,” Luke tells Joffrey. Looks like things are beginning to look up, the light at the end of the tunnel, or so we thought.

Quarantine week 3: The day shit hit the fan.

It was a normal day as normal as it could be, we had the younger kids eating breakfast while us adults would watch the news for updates, texting parents who were left, my mom had died a week before along with Cregan's sister and father, we both wanted to shut down but we knew we had to be strong for the others. I was by the window watching the clouds move when something or rather someone caught my eye. It looked to be crouching upon a dead animal.

“Hey Aemond, come here,” I usher him over to my spot, “You see that shit right? Is he eating the dog?” You whispered the last part as to not let the kids or Heleana hear.

“Yes, it does appear to be that way, what the fuck is going on?” He replies, placing a hand on my shoulder and peering out.

Soon enough our question is answered, when the guy eating the dog seems to find a lone person wandering around breaking into cars. He attacks the thief with stealth and agility, biting into his neck, blood gushing out of his neck like old faithful.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” my yell startles everyone causing Aemond to pull me away and close the curtains.

I find the nearest trash can and release my breakfast, Jace holds my hair for me, rubbing my back to calm me.

“Aegon, turn the volume up a bit” Cregan says while going to stand by Heleana.

Breaking: the Z virus has evolved to move across the bottom of the screen. The news anchor seems desperate and worried.

“Hello, it has been made apparent that the virus now known as Virus Z has evolved. We are getting reports from across the country as well as the world that those infected and killed by the virus are now beginning to rise. The CDC is still working towards a vaccine and cure. Stay inside, board up your homes and windows. May the seven bless us all-“ the tv dies out, the lights in the apartment also go out.

“You’ve got to be kidding right? Like this can’t be real life right? What type of the walking dead is this shit” Aegon questions while pulling at his hair, “We are in a movie or or a dream, I’ll wake up and none of this will be real, yeah this is all a dre-“ I cut Aegon’s little rant off with a slap to his face. Everyone is shocked but Aegon softly thanks me.

“Listen, shit has officially hit the fan, we need to get our shit and get out of the city and head up to my family’s cabin. It’s about a 3 day drive, but we need to leave now, Aemond you brought a car as well as Jace right?” I watch as the boys shake their heads, “Alright, text your folks that were coming to get them, before the phone lines go dead. We can all get to the cabin, we will be safe, there’s food, water and animals for hunting. I’ll be right back,”

When I return I’ve armed myself with the nines, a backpack for supplies, a bat with nails, a shotgun and a pistol to the surprise of everyone but Heleana and Cregan.

“Since when did you become a badass Y/n?” Jace says as he watches me go to the kitchen and grab a chef's knife and the broom, snapping off the bottom and grabbing duct tape.

“Since the world went to shit in a matter of weeks, plus me and Cregan grew up in Winterfell during holidays we were taught how to hunt and use guns, I need you guys to grab your bags and pack them with supplies from our apartment, don’t pack the switch or board games, just a few changes in underwear and food” I say all while taping the knife to the broom handle, “Anymore questions?”

“yeah?” Luke and Baela say at the same time, “When can we have a gun?”

I smile at them, “When we make it to the cabin, I’ll show you how to use one, now me and Cregan are gonna make sure our floor is clear, we don’t need anyone dying today,” I hand him the pistol and keep the shotgun, I start to move the furniture from the door. I give Aemond the shotgun and Jace the spear. “If anything happens to us, you are in charge, you get to the cabin and stay safe” I tell Aemond as he leans his forehead against mine, eyes closed.

“I promise, but you are gonna be fine, we’ll be fine”

“Alright Cregan come on,” I say as I step out first checking both sides, and moving further into the hall. Seems we’re the only ones left on the floor, this is either good news or bad. I step the apartment to our left just as Cregan steps out, I nod towards the apartment in front of me, he shakes his head agreeing with me and I place my hand on the door knob. It opens, we slowly step inside guns and bat up in case we need to defend ourselves. It looks as though it hasn’t been touched in weeks, cabinets lay closed.

“I’m going to check the rest of the apartment, can you fill the bag up with food, medicine as well as anything useful?” I say as I slip it off and head to the back rooms, each one empty and clearly the family had left in a hurry. As I’m passing by the bathroom once more a zombie falls out on top of me. I begin to struggle against the body weight, I use the bat as a guard blocking its face and hands from me, I turn my face as spit falls from its mouth.

“Cregan! Help!” I scream. I hear his running feet.

“Close your mouth and eyes!” I hear from above me and a whoosh of a cast iron pan hitting the dead person above me. I feel the weight of the person off me and the softness of a towel wiping away any fluids that happened to get on me.

“hey hey you're ok,” he says as he pulls me into his chest, stroking my hair, as I let the tears fall, “You're safe, it’s ok, shh sh sh”.

We stay there for a few moments, as I calm down.

“Come on we have the rest of the floor to clear and we never speak of this to the others, ” I say. Luckily for us the rest of the apartments on our floor are actually clear. I signal the rest of the gang to follow us down to the parking lot. This time we went out into groups, my car fitting eight comfortably, but instead I took three so we can take our supplies.

I went first followed by Heleana, Cregan and Daeron. We made it safely and stayed put as the next group went. Aemond, Aegon and Luke make it to Aemonds Cadillac, a thumbs up signals the last group. Jace, Baela, rhaena, Joffrey, they make it to Jace's SUV. Once we’ve all made it to the vehicles we start our cars, luckily none have been syfinded for gas. As we are pulling out of the parking lot a small group of six zombies come out from around the building, we high tail it out and head towards the Targaryen mansion deeper in the city to save Alicent and Rhaenyra.

#bitchyglitterfox writes #house of the dragon #hotd imagine #hotd x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen x reader #Jace velaryon x reader #heleana targaryen x reader

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Kicho's Main Story Chapter 5 Part 1

These translations are not intended as a replacement for the game. Please support cybird by buying their stories. JP SPOILERS under the cut. Expect mistakes.

I suddenly found myself in an unfamiliar place.

(Where the hell am I?)

(Or rather, what was I doing?)

Not knowing where I was, I looked around, but all I could see was a blank, white world.

(I wonder if I can get there if I keep going straight.)

(Hm? But where am I going, and who am I?)

Someone's voice: "...up..."

???: "Huh?"

Someone's voice: "Wake up, Mai."

Mai: "----!"

I suddenly woke up, and the bright morning light flashed into my eyes.

(Wow, it's so bright.)

Kicho: "You're finally awake."

Mai: "Kicho? Where the hell am I?"

Kicho: "Are you still dreaming? We're in a room at the inn."

Mai: "Oh, right."

(We stayed here last night.)

He was already dressed, and although he had a few dark circles under his eyes, his complexion was back to normal.

(I guess he recovered from the fatigue after a night's rest. Thank goodness.)

As I patted my chest in relief, he walked straight to the door.

Kicho: “I’m gonna go check on the horses. When you’re ready, come outside.”

Mai: “Okay.”

He left the room without me.

(I feel like I had a strange dream.)

(I don’t remember much, but I feel a little refreshed somehow.)

As I got up from the futon, I looked out the window and saw that the rain had already stopped, and a pleasant breeze gently caressed my cheeks as if to announce the start of a new day.

(Alrighty, let’s work hard again today!)

Mai: “Let’s see, I think it’s this way.”

Kicho: “............”

Mai: “Oh, wait. I think it's the other way around.”

Kicho: “Wait, Mai.”

I looked up from the map when he suddenly stopped and sighed at me.

Mai: “Did I read it wrong again?”

Kicho: “No, you’re making a more serious mistake than that. It’s upside down.”

Mai: “What? Ah!”

(I was so busy figuring out where we were that I didn’t notice it at all.)

Kicho: “You insisted on learning to read a map, so I taught you, but I guess I let you practice too soon.”

Mai: “Sorry. I was just too excited.”

Mai: “I think it’s better if I follow you for now.”

As I returned the map I borrowed, I pointed to something that had suddenly caught my eye.

Mai: "By the way, what are these circles?"

Kicho: "Caves. We should avoid them."

Mai: "Huh? But it looks like a shortcut."

Kicho: “………….”

Kicho: “It’s dark in there, and the footing is bad anyway. There’s also a chance that some bandits are using it as a hideout.”

Kicho: "Just to be on the safe side, we should avoid it."

Mai: "I see. You're right."

(What's that pause just now?)

(No, he seems to be doing what he always does. Am I worrying too much?)

Tilting my head, I regained my grip on the reins and watched as his white horse began to make its way to our destination.

After a while...

Mai: "Is this our stop?"

Kicho: "Yeah."

After passing through the deep mountains, we arrived at a deserted beach.

(Why on earth are we on the beach? Oh!)

Across the sandy beach, small boats floated around, and as I looked out towards the sea, I could see a large ship also anchored in the distance.

(That's one fine-looking ship. Is it one of his business partners?)

(If they came by ship, they could've come to Sakai instead of here.)

(I mean, there's a lot of weirdness going on here.)

On our way down the mountain, I didn't see any towns around here.

(If it's a port where ships come, it should be more prosperous.)

Feeling uncomfortable, I followed him to a small boat and saw a man sitting there, smiling and raising his hand as soon as he saw us.

Foreign man: “Kicho!”

Kicho: “Thank you for your time today.”

Kicho took his offered hand and shook it lightly.

(Hey, I know that one! It’s English!)

(This might help me understand what the business meeting is about.)

We boarded a small boat, and he brought us to an anchored galleon, where a man who appeared to be his business partner greeted us before escorting us to his cabin.

(I’m ashamed of myself for thinking I could understand even a bit of it.)

Kicho and the foreigner sat on a chair and began speaking in English fluently as I leaned back to listen to their conversation.

(He’s amazing. He pronounces the words so well that I can hardly understand a word.)

(I should at least act like I know what they’re talking about so I don’t make them uneasy.)

Mai: “Thank you for your hard work. It looks like the business meeting went well.”

Kicho: “Yeah.”

(I was right.)

I remembered what I had just seen as we returned from the boat and walked along the beach.

(Thanks to his overzealous negotiations, the numbers on the paperwork ended up being rewritten.)

(Although the numbers were large to begin with, it’s still not normal to increase them from 8,000 to 10,000.)

Mai: “What on earth are you planning to buy in such a large quantity?”

Kicho: "You looked like you knew what I was talking about earlier, but was that an act?"

Mai: "Yes, I tried to act like your secretary."

Kicho: "I see. No wonder you didn't react at all."

Mai: "What?"

Kicho: "The business meeting we just had was about purchasing weapons."

Mai: "-----!"

Kicho: "Considering the number of ships allowed into Sakai, we still haven't reached the amount needed for our plan."

Kicho: "This port was built for that purpose."

(Oh no. So 10,000 is the total number of weapons?)

A chill ran down my spine as the blood drained from my entire body.

Mai: "Are you sure you want to tell me something so important?"

Kicho: "If you're my secretary, you should know about it."

Kicho: "Or are you trying to get in my way?"

Mai: "No, that's一"

I could see that his gaze changed to a more serious one.

Just the thought of having my response and my reaction watched without a second thought made me nervous to the point where my mind went blank, even when I wanted to think about how to respond.

(I haven't had this feeling in a long time, or maybe I've just been numb for some time.)

Kicho: "You once tried to stop me from getting the weapons."

Mai: "You're right. That happened before."

------------Flashback------------

Mai: “I think conflicts will happen if more people get their hands on weapons.”

Kicho: “That is my goal.”

Kicho: “I’ll incite the forces of various regions and disturb Japan. This trading post is for that purpose.”

Mai: “A lot of people are going to die.”

Kicho: “………..”

---------Flashback Ends---------

(I backed off back then.)

Kicho: "What do you think now? Do you want to stop me and call off the deal we just had?"

Mai: "I..."

(He creates a world where people die because he values life.)

(No matter how many times I think about it, I don't know how he came to that conclusion.)

(Maybe if I ask him what he saw in the future, I can get a little closer to his thoughts.)

The look in his eyes told me that the question wasn't about that, and he was just genuinely waiting for my answer.

Mai: "I still don't think it's right to create conflict or to instigate one."

Mai: "I think this will never change, no matter what, but..."

Kicho: "But?"

Mai: "I want to talk to you properly without outright denying your thoughts."

Mai: "And since we're here together like this..."

I stepped closer to the invisible line separating us and stared back at him, begging his permission for me to take a step forward.

Kicho: "Why?"

Mai: "That's because I don't know what's right and wrong."

Mai: "It's not something I can decide by my own standards."

Kicho: "You already have your answer. You said earlier that my idea was not right."

Mai: "Yes. Still, the feeling of not knowing comes first."

Mai: "And the more I think about it, the more I think about you."

Kicho: "............"

Mai: "That’s why I want to know."

Mai: “I don’t understand why you’re doing this, and I may not be able to empathize, but I want to understand.”

Kicho: “Can that be done by just talking to each other?”

Mai: “I don’t know, but don’t you think wanting to know is the first step?”

Kicho: “Who knows? Knowing could lead to disillusionment and even rifts in the relationship.”

Mai: “It’s the same without knowing.”

Mai: “I made all these assumptions that you were a horrible person, but you weren't maliciously trying to create conflict.”

Mai: “Every time I got to know you a little better, I got confused even more.”

(To me, he changed from an enemy to a person. That’s why I’m in pain.)

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I believed that people could communicate with each other through words.

I thought if I talked to him, he would understand.

However, reality hit me that these ideas were naive in the Sengoku period.

(As long as we’re in conflict, someday we’re gonna have to make a choice.)

(But at least until that moment...)

Mai: “Please tell me. I don’t want to deny something without knowing the answer first.”

Kicho: "That's vague."

Mai: "Well, you asked me what I think."

Kicho: "It's fine. I got the answer I wanted."

Kicho: "As I thought, you'll get in my way, but I will remember where your heart is."

Mai: "Okay!"

I nodded, and he started walking forward again without saying a word.

The sky was clear, hardly appropriate for a return trip after a disturbing business meeting, and the waves crashing on the beach grew stronger, lightly wetting the dry sand and my feet.

A few days later.

Mai: "Fuku. Repeat after me."

Mai: "Report."

Fuku: "Kicho."

Mai: "Report."

Fuku: "Yummy!"

(Hmm. This strategy is no good.)

(Even if I taught him some words and asked him to pass on a message, Kicho would probably know about it.)

I leaned against the wall and breathed out, feeling my cheeks relax as Fuku shook his head over my fingertips.

(I need to tell Mitsuhide about Motonari and the weapons, but I don’t think sending a letter would be a good idea.)

What awaited me upon my return to Sakai was the same hectic pace of life as before my departure.

Naturally, I continued to work with him all the time.

(Although I took the trouble to ask him to tell me, it’s still difficult.)

(Even if I got to know him, if I can't fulfill the mission that brought me here, I'm still halfway through everything.)

Mai: “If only I could have at least one chance to get out of town.”

Just as I was about to let out a long sigh again...

Kicho: “You’ll get a chance.”

Mai: “Kicho!? Are you finished seeing off your business partner?”

Kicho: “No. I told him I had an errand to run later and left him to my men.”

(Errand? I thought it was just paperwork, as usual.)

Fuku: “Kicho!”

Mai: “Ah!”

Fuku happily jumped onto Kicho’s shoulders and shook his head again.

Kicho: “Sorry for leaving Fuku to you.”

Mai: “No, it’s okay. He’s been a good boy.”

Kicho: “I don’t think you can call him a good boy if he snuck out of the birdcage without permission and barged into the guest room during a business meeting.”

Kicho: “Also, the door was open at that time. If he had escaped, it would've been difficult to find him.”

Mai: “Hehe, you’re right.”

(I can see why Fuku always jumps on him every time he sees him.)

Mai: “By the way, what are you doing after this?”

Kicho: “I’m thinking about going into town. It’s not for work, but I have something to do there.”

Fuku: “Kicho.”

Kicho: “You stay here. Mai, put Fuku back in the cage, and we’ll go.”

Mai: “Okay.”

(If it’s not work, it’s probably for personal reasons.)

(And he’s taking me with him. Is that to keep an eye on me?)

I walked alongside him, glancing around as we made our way down the busy street to see if I could find anyone who looked like Mitsuhide.

(No, I’m with Kicho, so there’s no way he would show up.)

(I’ve come all the way here, so I need to be more careful about what I say and do if I don’t want to look suspicious.)

Kicho: “Mai.”

Mai: “Um, I haven’t done anything yet.”

Kicho: “I can see that, although there were probably a couple of stores you’d be interested in. Let’s go there.”

Mai: “What?”

Kicho: “I said you could decide where you want to go. That’s what we came here for.”

Mai: “Really? I thought you had something to do here.”

Kicho: “It’s my business too. I want to give you a gift as a reward for accompanying me the other day.”

Mai: “You don’t have to. That was part of my work.”

Kicho: “Yes. That’s why I’m paying you for it.”

Kicho: “By the way, you’ve been getting paid since you came here as a maid.”

Kicho: “I decided on the amount with the mediator, but now that you’ve changed jobs, we’ll need to sign a new contract.”

Mai: “*sigh* I’ve never heard all of this before.”

Kicho: “I see. How could you think of working so diligently without knowing your salary?”

Kicho: “I mean, even before, shouldn’t you know that?”

Mai: “When I came here to the Sengoku period, I thought that the common sense in me wouldn’t work, so I was somewhat paralyzed in that area as well.” **

Kicho: “I see.”

Mai: “Despite that, I receive food, clothing, and shelter.”

(I would’ve been miserable if I had been forced to stay outside with no place to go.)

(The reason I’m still alive in this period is because of everyone I’ve been involved with up until today.)

(I thought I had to make sense of my being here, but everyone had already made it for me.)

(Maybe I was the one who was tormenting me the most.)

Previous╏Mai's POV╏Kicho's POV

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen kicho #ikesen kichou #ikesen jp #ikesen translations #ikesen spoilers #ikesen #cybird

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tagged by the bestie @a-little-unsteddie ( •̀ ω •́ )✧ who was gracious enough to listen to me ramble about this

rules: ✧ generate 5 random words using this generator and then write something using those words! ✧ tag 5 (or however many you want) mutuals to challenge! ✧ if you don’t like the five words you got, reroll them. this is meant to be a fun little challenge, not something to stress over. have fun!

✧ my words: stoichiometry, glenoid, secretion, encounter, fleam ✧ warning: this is some spooky stuff, lots of water imagery, stay safe ✧

If there's one thing Eddie hates more than sitting through another lecture from another townie about the dangers of the lake, it's being forced to listen to their made-up bullshit about what's out there.

They don't know a single thing about what lurks under the surface of the water.

They talk about the smell of blood, the sound of howling, the quick flash of fangs in the moonlight, all the typical bullshit they make up to scare kids away from the lake. They don't even put any effort, any imagination into the stories, being as vague as they can because god forbid the people of Hawkins add a little pizazz to their warnings.

And that's the real kicker really, that the scariest things they can come up with are so vague, so general it could be about any store-brand monster out there. The reality of the lake is unfathomable to them. It was unfathomable to Eddie too, once.

But he's had encounters. Real ones.

And now he knows.

The townsfolk would never talk about the goosebumps that prickle your skin when you're near the lake. The sense of awe and dread that soaks into your bones when you look at it, as though just the sight is enough to engulf you in the water. The way your limbs will lock for a moment, just a moment, when you step into old, wet footprints, the ones that leave the lakeside muddy, that make you think, wait a second, because those footprints don't go into the water.

They walk out of it.

And now Eddie is walking towards it, leaving his van and any chance of escape far behind him.

What a life.

With a grumble, Eddie stomps towards the cabin, rickety stairs creaking, and he pushes the door open.

"It's simple stoichiometry, my dear -"

"Hello friends and foes alike!" Eddie greets as he steps through the door. Or at least, he would have said that had he not been accosted against the wall with a firm arm crushing his throat to it.

He scrambles, staring into the black void eyes that glare at him. The snarl from something you can't really call a man, but there is no other word for the sight of him, echoing through his bones.

The arm against his throat pushes harder for a moment and he thinks, slightly hysterically, well, tit for tat, I guess. Not the usual tit I'd go for but beggars can't be choosers.

"Steve! Steve, it's okay, it's just Eddie!"

"Hey man," Eddie wheezes, grasping at Steve's forearm. "Been eating your greens, I gather?"

With a snort, Steve lets him go and steps away. Eddie takes a minute to gasp air back into his lungs, coughing out the instinctual fear that claws through his blood every time he sees - well.

"So," Eddie croaks out, rubbing at the skin of his neck, wiping away the cool water and the goosebumps that always take a while to fade away. "Why'd you call me here again, Henderson?"

Dustin gawks at him as Steve shuffles his way back to his stool. "I didn't call you!"

Eddie narrows his eyes and shoves his medallion, the one Will carved out for each of them, right in front of Dustin's face, making the kid go cross-eyed. "Oh yeah? So this signal wasn't from you, huh?"

"Wha - but - I didn't -" sputters Dustin, who then goes silent and turns around to Steve with his hands on his hips. "Steve."

What a sight he is to behold.

Leaning back on his stool, one arm supporting his weight from behind, Steve inspects the darkened nails of his other hand, not even gracing Dustin with a glance. It'd be the perfect rendition of the Kegstand King if it weren't for his sickly skin, always so cold and just on the wrong side of damp, and the way his face is perfectly still, no twitching, no blinking, no movement from any inch of him other than the droplets of water that drip from his hair.

Eddie always forgets that he doesn't breathe anymore.

"Steve," Dustin stresses again. "Did you call for Eddie on our emergency-only channel, the same one that has a limited amount of calls because of, oh y'know, Will's magic?!"

There's silence. Then Steve shrugs and Eddie laughs out loud.

"Steve!"

"Chill out, man," Eddie pats Dustin's shoulder. "We can always recharge the calls once your superhero girl comes back from the edge out there. She'll be back in what, two days?"

That doesn't seem to be enough to deter Dustin from glaring at Steve, who lazily looks back. An acidic taste rises at the back of Eddie's throat at how those voids stare, empty of intention, empty of the exasperated affection that he was so used to seeing.

Eddie clears his throat. "Did I hear something about science on my way in?"

And with that, the kid's face brightens up like the sun and he launches into his investigation into the "secretion from the roots closest to the lake, the colour is way off, way too green to be tree resin, and we couldn't cut through it, not even with Mrs. Byers' fleam so we figured -"

Throughout the rant, Eddie's eyes flicker between Dustin and Steve, his body freezing in place when the latter's gaze locks onto his own.

It's so bizarre to look at him. To look and see the Steve that protected the kids, the Steve that would gripe and groan, the Steve that would laugh goofily. But that Steve is a ghost, a memory laid over his body like those photographs Will brings to their sessions, proud and adamant about his brother's talent in - what did he call it? Double exposure.

This Steve doesn't laugh like that. He doesn't make much sound at all, beyond huffs and hums. This Steve doesn't look at Dustin with brotherly annoyance, or Lucas with cheerful pride, or Max with loving snark. This Steve looks at all of them with the same eyes, black and eternal, the same smile, hollow like a one-way mirror, the same tilt of his head, as if still contemplating who among them are prey.

This Steve doesn't take his eyes off of Eddie. And then he tilts his head.

"Okay, buddy," Eddie smacks a hand onto Dustin's shoulder, cutting him off. He glances back at Steve and sucks in a breath as he starts to lean forward. "Think it's time I get you home."

"What?" Dustin scrunches his nose. "It's not even sundown yet! And I still have to look at Steve's right glenoid, Robin said there might be some -"

"Kid." Eddie tightens his grip on Dustin's shoulder. Steve watches them. "Go sit in the van."

"Eddie -"

"Now."

With a grumble, Dustin gathers his books and equipment, hauling it all into his backpack. Steve doesn't look away from them. Eddie doesn't look away from Steve. Finally, the kid manages to get everything in and ready to go before he fucks it all up and sticks a hesitant hand out to Steve. "See you tomorrow?"

And then, then something incredible happens.

Steve blinks. He breaks his gaze away from Eddie, looking over to Dustin and his outstretched hand, and then he gives his own hand in return, bumping the two fists.

Dustin glows so brightly Eddie almost wants to grab the old pair of sunglasses he keeps inside his jacket pocket, the ones Robin told him to keep safe. The ones Steve used to wear.

"Bye Steve!" Dustin calls out as he leaves the cabin, snapping Eddie's gaze back to Steve.

Steve, who is smiling.

It sends shocks up Eddie's spine because that's Steve's smile, the sweet one, the warm one, the one so full of fondness it might as well have been carved into every crevice of his lips.

"Steve?" Eddie says quietly.

And just like that, those eyes snap back onto Eddie and in one smooth motion, Steve stands and stalks towards him, smile gone, warmth gone.

"Woah, woah," Eddie swears as Steve crawls into his space, the smell of wet grass invading his lungs. Steve has him against the wall again, arms caging him in, and face leaned in close. Eddie squeaks out, "That eager, huh?"

Steve tilts his head again before his mouth stretches out and up, a terrifying reflection of Eddie's nervous grin that makes sweat crawl down the skin of his back.

"Yeah, yeah." Eddie breathes out as Steve drags his nose down Eddie's neck, shivering at the ice-cold touch. "I'll be back tonight, just let me get Dustin home first."

The humming is the worst part. There's an odd melody to it, rising and lowering in pitch, as though he's using words. But he's not. He's just humming.

"Steve," Eddie whispers as the creature before him noses at his collarbone. "Just let me get Dustin home first. Please."

At the sound of Dustin's name, Steve sinks away. He stares up at Eddie, giving one, solitary nod towards the open door.

With frenzied nerves, Eddie makes his way over to the door and is just about to step outside when he hears a hum behind him. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Eddie glances back.

Steve is staring at him. None of the sunlight touches him, shadows creeping along the ground where he stands.

And then a hoarse, haunting sounds echoes through the cabin.

"Don't be late."

Eddie doesn't remember rushing into the van or the ride back to the Hendersons' place. By the time he settles back into his body, he's already standing in front of the cabin again, the sun sinking below the horizon, red skies bleeding into black trees.

Hawkins will always lament the terrors of the lake, Eddie thinks as the door creaks open for him. But they'll never know a single thing about what really lies down in it.

They'll never know who waits down there, with black eyes and hollow smiles.

They'll never know what he'd do to keep his family safe.

Who he would become.

"Welcome back," says a hoarse, lilting voice and Eddie hopes the people of Hawkins will never have to know.

and some no pressure tags:

@xenon-demon @unamusing-s @wynnyfryd @onirislanding @heartscoops

#this roll was the second attempt out of five and the other ones used equally as common words #so i'm just gonna assume this generator thinks i needed science vibes and honestly fair enough #sailor✧writes #steddie #writing #ficlet #au content #i gotta make a tag for all the monster stuff i write #or maybe i could post them all on ao3 as a monster vibes series?#also welcome to another episode of sails dropping you in the middle of a vague setting but this time with even more confusion #because it's still the 80s #just with magic apparently

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socially-awkward-skeleton · 8 months

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WIP Poll Results

Thank you to all who voted! Tagging those of you who reacted in case you're interested:

@ivymarquis @unholymilf @icespinosaur @megraen @roofgeese @adelaidedrubman @yokobai @chazz-anova @neonneurons @statichvm @inafieldofdaisies @cassietrn @eclecticwildflowers @direwombat @neverthesameneveranother @kyber-infinitygems @kirjanikv6ilill @clicheantagonist @chadillacboseman @nightbloodbix @stacispratt @wrathfulrook

Here's the results of my hard work, admittedly some fics got more than what they should have but too bad (also there is smut at the end so minors DNI):

THE WINNER: The Animal in Me (fc5 werewolf au) - 13 sentences

The liquor coursed through her system making her head spin and legs feel like jelly that moved at the speed of thick molasses. Light-headed, she stumbled through the door of Jacob’s cabin and made her way to the living room, narrowly missing Princess before flopping down onto the nearby couch.

The white wolf, having once been laying curled up, happily dozing on the rug on the floor, lifted her head and tipped it, trying to get a better sense of why this woman had invaded her territory.

Jacob made his way towards the couch, stalking towards her in the dark room. His sharp, pointed canine slipping out from below his upper lip as he smirked. “Whiskey sure did a number on ya, didn’t it?”

Kit’s legs hung draped over the armrest as she scooped her hair out from behind her head, stretching her arms out above her. “I never could have had this much before." Looking up at him with a grin as he untied and removed the boots from her feet. "I still have enough sense of myself even if my legs would like to tell you differently.”

“Guess you’re happy that I turned you now, huh?”

Kit rolled her eyes and rubbed at her forehead, trying to fight off the cascading waves that hit the inside of her skull. “I wouldn’t say that.”

American Beasts (kit's fc5 canon timeline) - 9 sentences

“She’s like the Predator, man. Comes in all stealthy like, so we gotta fight her the same way Dutch did.”

“Wait, when did her and Dutch fight?”

“No man, not that Dutch, you know, Arnold Schwarzenegger. The fuckin’ terminator. We gotta trap her and then instead of her tryin’ to blow us up we do that to her.”

“You wanna blow her up?”

“She’s a fuckin’ freak, my dude. You heard about what she did in that video. She’s with them, man. She’s with the cult, she killed Jess and she killed Eli and the other Whitetails. You think she gives a shit about any of us? I severely fuckin’ doubt it.”

Only you (fc5 soulmate au) - 6 sentences

"You know them best, what's their next move?"

"That doesn't matter. They need to be taken out of their element. Joey is strong, she needs someone who can break her. Staci's willing to do whatever's asked of him as long as there's good reason for it, he's got no backbone -- he's weak. And as for Whitehorse, he's complacent, does only what is needed to keep the county afloat."

Jacob stood hunched over his map looking at her, "Go on."

"Joey goes to John, Staci with us and Whitehorse goes to Faith."

"Works for me, angel."

Kakia (Kit's Herald/Role Swap AU) - 5 sentences

(apparently I'm writing this one in present tense, not sure why, but going with it for now)

Jacob knocks, heavy strikes with the side of his fist against thick wooden doors. It takes some time but the doors finally open, revealing a redheaded woman with the coolest blue eyes he’d ever seen besides his own, wearing little more than a silk robe the color of ivy. He’s meant to be there for business not pleasure, but he can’t help when his eyes travel over her form hungrily, barely able to hide the attraction he’s feeling for this strange woman in his midst.

“Good morning…” Her eyes scan over the height and width of him, until they land on his badge and a smile creeps across her lips. “...Sheriff.”

He clears his throat, trying so hard to remember why he came here in the first place. “Ms. Cross.”

Arcadia & Empyrean (New Dawn AU) - 6 sentences

Her eyes widened, pupils made into pin pricks at the realization of what he meant. It was a death sentence without calling it that. She had no allies, no safe haven, she’d be fodder for the Highwaymen and the creatures outside their walls all the same. "Exile. You're banishing me?"

"Like Adam and Eve."

Kit's lip trembled, her hands falling to her sides in tightly clenched fists as her nails carved crescents into her palm, fighting the seething rage inside her. "You will bring nothing but death upon our people, Joseph. Do you hear me? I upheld the peace. I played my part. I did what you asked of me."

"The Lion is no longer needed." Joseph turned to the Judge, nodding for him to complete the sentencing.

Even with the mask on she could tell the man underneath was hesitating. Trapped between his loyalty to the Father and to the woman who saved his life all those years ago, the woman who he joined the cult for. He stared at her for a moment, head tipping slightly and she could picture the brown eyes behind the dark holes trying to beg her for forgiveness for what he was about to do. Slamming his fist down on the table like a gavel her sentencing was complete. She was Persona Non Grata once more.

Pred/Prey Smut (MINORS DNI)- 9 sentences

“You like being treated like an animal, don’t ya? Not enough I put a collar on you, is it angel?”

Kit couldn’t speak as he ravaged her with his hands, a tear rolling down her cheek as her thighs clenched together and her walls clamped down around him. She was so goddamn close, he was going to make her cum any second.

Coiling her hair around his fist like the leather of a leash, he dragged her back to rest against his shoulder and he kissed her deep. Muffling her noises with his tongue, biting down on her lower lip when she cried out, his hand snaked between her thighs from the front, focused entirely on her clit.

She became a sobbing mess under his touch, panting and moaning at his rough touch against her.

Music Box Smut (Minors DNI) - 5 Sentences

As the music dug into her brain, seeping into her every synapse, rewiring her mind, her thoughts were in a state of war. One half controlled, ready to kill and destroy, the other desperate to please, filtered down to her base desires, animalistic and wild. He’d tested and proven his theory on so many unwilling subjects and now to have her at his fingertips fully accepting of whatever happened while she was under the effects of the conditioning, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t at least a little excited at the prospect.

Her eyes snapped open, and the deep recesses of her mind could be seen in her eyes. Icy, cavernous and dark, no light could be seen in them at all. She pushed him off of her, her strength channeled into enough force to send him to the floor. Pulling away from the bed, shoulders and back rising up from it first, her feet landed on the wooden floorboards. Eyes kept focused entirely on him, stepping towards him with long strides as he backed up trying to regain his footing.

Grabbing the rough camo of his jacket in her fist she dragged him up to stand and face her. Clawing at him once he was in her clutches, her nails ripped at his shirt as she dragged him down into her embrace and then forced him further down onto his knees. Kit’s fingers ran through his hair, nails scratching against his scalp as she gripped his ginger tresses tight in her fist and forced his head back, exposing his jugular. That cold, dead stare of hers traced down the length of his throat, over the bobbing of his adam’s apple and landed on where his arteries kept his blood flowing.

“You gonna hurt me, angel?” Jacob asked, testing the waters, checking to see if any part of her might still be in there at all or if she was all machine.

Her face remained placid, as static and unchanging as marble. “Only if you tell me to.”

#skelly writes #wip wednesday #wip poll list results

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sluttyenha · 2 years

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OMFG I'm so exited for this

53 and 89 example 1, with Jay please

Pairing: Jay x reader

Warning: MDNI , not proof read

Note! Here's another one of the entries! I wrote this in a hurry since Tumblr decided to act up again and delete my work 🤡 hope you like it! I don't really like how this turned out but okay😃

The prompts : “you’re so pretty when you cry.” AND “this is my pussy i can touch it whenever and however i please”

You were in a very inappropriate position with your boyfriend in his cabin. He was thrusting inside of you at a very fast pace . His hands on your neck , choking you slightly , enough to let you breathe. He was staring at you intensely making you more aroused. You got into this because of your little act. You always wanted to have sex with jay in his cabin . The risk of his employees hearing you guys always exited you but your dear boyfriend was against it.

“no we can't do it there baby , it's my workplace . We can't ket my employees hear us.” that's what he always told you whenever you brought the topic up. But you being the stubborn person you are , you decided to tease him so he would finally fuck your guts out in his office. And we'll that seemed to work . You wore a short and black dress which showed your curves perfectly , making you look sexy as ever. All the male employees were drooling over you and the female ones were throwing those envious looks. You had a plan , you went over to Sunghoon , Jay's friend whose known to be flirty even with you. Well you knew the news of you coming over would spread over to jay quickly and he would look into to camera to see where you were and what you were doing . You went over to Sunghoon and put your hand over his shoulders , he turned around startled but soon a smirk came over his lips . “oooo y/n , how did I get the pleasure of seeing you here in my cabin~” “you know the drill sunghoon, i told you yesterday I was going to do it and here I am ” yep you told him about your plan and he was ready to help you . “yes here you are in your glory , I'm honoured to be honest , because you look stunning” the show was on and the audiance was ready . How do they know you ask? The camera bleeped a red light indicating someone turned it on and everyone here knows damn well who it is. Sunghoon stood up and came closer to you keeping his hands at you waist and pulling up his phone with an excuse of clicking a picture. Meanwhile jay was happy that you came to visit him , but he was getting impatient because you weren't arriving at his desk. So he pulled up the cameras and started searching for you everywhere and guess where he found you?

Yep guessed it right. Sung-fucking-hoon's cabin. Why would you go there first and not meet him , ALSO while you're looking like a dame 5 star meal? You could practically see steam coming out of his ears and the rage in his eyes after he saw how close sunghoon was to you. He stormed out of his cabin and went towards sunghoon's. The door slamed open revealing a very jealous looking jay. You and sunghoon shared a look and smirked internally . “ohh hey jay look who came” said sunghoon with a very smug smile while holding you who had a fake inbvocent facade. “hello jay , suprise! I came to visit you!” jay came towards you and pulled you towards him with your hand making you stumble in his chest . “yes i can see it very well baby . Why don't we go to my cabin since you came to mee ME.” after saying that he dragged you towards his cabin angrily . You were exited because you know what's coming ahead and you were all ready for it. After seeing his cabin's door , jay picked you up on his shoulders and dropped you the the couch of his cabin after locking the door. He pinned you down and loosened his tie . “you came to see me? Then why were you in sunghoon's office and not mine? Huh?” he growled and tied his tie on your hands . His manhandling was making you more aroused than you thought. “and what's up with the dress? You think i don't know what you're up to? You're a very dumb slut aren't you?” his hand came down and he hold your thighs tightly making you whimper. “answer me” another growl erupted from him. “yes yes I'm your dumb slut” he smirked “you're so desperate for me to fuck you in my office aren't you? Want everyone to hear what mess i make out of you? Then I'll give you what you want but if you scream too loud and if anyone comes knocking in you won't get to cum , get it?” you nodded eagerly. His lips came crashing towards yours , he was obviously the dominant one , his tounge already exploring your mouth making you moan out. While his hand came towards where you needed him the most , your pussy covered with nothing but the thin layer of your underwear.

He didn't wait anymore and started grinding his clothed bulge against the wetness of your panties. “so fucking wet and i haven't even done anything yet” he chuckles “jay please” “please what baby?” “stop teasing” “this is my pussy i can touch it whenever and however i please , and remember next time not to test my patience” he ripped your panties off while your dress rid up. He put two of his fingers inside you and started rubbing circles in it. You moaned out loud but stopped when his hands came towards your jaw , holding you up by it “uh uh uh baby remember if anyone comes , you won't get to cum” you nodded and bit your lips loving the moment. He took out his boxers and his memeber sprung out , his tips red and already leaking pre-cum looking delicious. He storked it a bit and then put his tip on your lips tapping it motioning you you take it in. “come on take sir's cock like the good girl you are” you obeyed gladly. Your tounge was moving around it making jay let out a groan “fuckkk” his hands came towards your hair holding your face up by it.“don't you dare tease me” his hands were around your neck where he could feel a slight buldge because of his cock and he couldn't feel more happy. He was fucking your throat deep while his fingers were inside your cunt moving at a pace he knew would get you close to your oraganism. You were literally choking. Tears coming out of your eyes .“you’re so pretty when you cry.” you loved when he praised you , you moaned aorind his cock sending vibrations all around his body. He was getting close and he knew so were you.You could feel knot inside your stomach and Jays cock twichting “cum with me baby” that being said you both came together making a mess on his couch. “swallow it completely ” he demanded.He fell on top of you panting heavily. “that was amazing” you said after swallowing every drop of his cum. You were looking so hot with your spit all across your face with his cum on your lips “i know it did feel good and you did so well for me” he kissed your forehead and untied you picking you up to clean you up. “just next time , don't pull this making me jealous shit okay?”he told you “we'll see”you giggled.

#enhypen #enhypen smut #jay smut #kpop smut #jay #jay park #park jongseong #jongseong #park jongseong smut #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #jay x reader #jay x y/n #jay x you #enhypen jay #jongsang #jongseong smut

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kristowldeer · 1 year

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A Dry Pie

Part 5

I’ve never thought that it will take me to a part 5 and all in a few days … so here we are, riding and having somewhat serious conversation. Maybe it’s the last part? Idk! Please tell me what you think so far :)

The shaky ride in a small carriage cabin was mostly quiet. (Y/N) was sitting in front of Jack and looked at the picturesque evening view through the small window being deeply in thoughts.

– Why so silent all of a sudden, huh? – Jack raised his eyebrows.

– I’m thinking.

– That’s kinda obvious, what are you thinking about?

– Well, – she took a deep breath, – I am kinda confused.

Jack crossed his arms and slightly tilted his head.

– Should I take every word from you by force now or you’ll just tell me?

– With this whole situation.

– I don’t see anything confusing about it. What, you wanted me to court you for a year and a half and then, maybe, we would’ve talked about a possibility of moving together? – his tone was mocking, – I thought you too were above all this nonsense that commoners do. Why waste time when you can get straight to the business?

– It is very easy, isn’t it? – (Y/N) tiredly chuckled to herself, – Relationships are always about business to you?

– Please, stop with rhetorical questions, – he rolled his eyes in annoyance, – Are you an over-thinker? Because I’m not. I like you, I like what we’re… doing together, and I don’t think of any possible problems and scenarios in which I might change my mind about it.

– But you don’t know me, mr Horner, and I really don’t know you.

– Please, I’ve seen enough to understand what’s what. Your beauty is outstanding even by my high standards, you have a very… seductive physique, your health by what I’ve seen and checked is fine to bare children-

– Children?!

If (Y/N) eyes could pop from such an intense shock than they would have probably fallen out at this moment.

– Yes, why are you screaming?

– Mr Horner, I’ve known you just for a few days and right now we’re talking about being parents in your carriage on the way to your mansion for me to live in, is this your average relationship talk?!

– I’ve never been in a relationship.

She felt silent and leaned against the wall of a cabin behind her, while Jack averted his gaze to the window.

– Are you being serious right now? – (Y/N) asks in disbelief.

– Why should I lie? Yes, I’ve had some interactions previously but nothing serious came out of it.

– Why?

– Because I didn’t want it to.

They both fell silent for a moment, listening to the clatter of horse hooves outside.

– Than why this all of a sudden?

– I’ve already explained it to you-

– No, – she cut him short, – I find it hardly believable that my physique is so outstanding, that you decided to ask me to move in with you.

– Well, I didn’t exactly ask-

– Mr Horner.

– Ugh, fine! You’re so inquisitive you know? Sometimes almost unbearably.

Jack waited for her to respond with some snarky remark, but she only blinked in anticipation for a proper answer.

– I find you… quite amusing.

– What’s that supposed to mean if I may ask?

– Interesting, funny, cunning, knowledgeable etc etc, what, happy now? – he blurted out avoiding eye contact.

– You’re not so big on compliments, are you? – (Y/N) teased him.

– These are facts.

– Than what is a “compliment” for you?

– Well I think compliments are supposed to mean something valuable for specifically the one who says them, not the generally recognisable virtues.

A coy smile was spreading across (Y/N) face and she leaned a little bit forward to say in a playfully quiet voice:

– Can you tell me one?

– What? Im not in the mood, – Jack’s grumpy expression was sabotaged by his darting eyes.

– Please, mr Horner, – she seductively laid her hand on his knee.

Slowly warm redness started to crawl to his pale puffy cheeks. Jack was nervously looking at (Y/N) as if it was the first time he was ever touched by her. And then he breathed out in frustration:

– Ugh, fine! You make me- No, with you I feel- I start to think about- I’m starting to plan future. Together. That’s it! Happy? Are you satisfied, miss “I’m the most influential critic and your pie is dry”, huh?

(Y/N) carefully stood up in a shaky carriage to seat herself at his lap.

– You know, – her hands were sliding around Jack’s neck, – I’m a very influential critic, and it is very hard to please me, – (Y/N) looked at his red face, – But you did good, Big Daddy.

He was clenching his fists so hard because of this building up pressure that his knuckles became as white as they could possibly get.

– Do not provoke me here, – Jack gritted through his teeth.

– Or what will you do, mr Horner?

– I-

The carriage suddenly stopped making them collide a little.

– Are you delivering some thrash, you idiot?! Be careful when you stop! – Jack screamed to the coachman and then cleared his throat, – That’s it, we’re here.

– Will you carry me in your arms? – (Y/N) playfully touched the tip of his nose, which made Jack flinch a little.

– No, – this small word caused genuine disappointment, – But… perhaps another time.

(Y/N) smiled and gently pecked his pink cheek.

Oh boy what I’ve gotten myself into.

#big jack horner #jack horner x reader #jack horner #puss in boots #puss in boots last wish

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pocketramblr · 1 year

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for the trivia game can you make an AU little mermaid out of duoholders?

with a happy ending🙏

ive done some doodles of mer!yoichi with human second before.... so lets switch that

1- Second is a mer who does not particularly agree with the king or council of the aquatic citystate, and many of thier restrictive rules- he doesn't care about humans and if its safer not to engage, whatever, but there's sumptuarary laws and restrictions on marriages and other things he doesn't like. so he hunts outside of boundaries away from watchmers, sneaking when its dark and stormy so he isn't taxed half of what he brings back to Third and their group.

But one day, he goes too far, and gets swept away into a storm.

2- He ends up near the surface, and flung against rocks in the storm. he passes out as he sees a light draw closer. When he wakes, it's late morning, the sun breaking through clouds on a tiny rocky isle. There's a stranger leaning over him, asking if he's alright. Second almost says yes, but then realizes this stranger's eyes are wrong, and he doesnt have any gills, and pushes away to realize the rocky isle has a small cabin on it, and human with a lamp and frown. Second rolls to race back into the water but the human calls for him to stop, please- and he does, cautiously. The human offers food, to check for any more bleeding, before he goes- there's no one else there, and he has enough to share. Second slowly nods, and the human smiles, says his name is Yoichi, and he'll be right back.

3- Second makes more visits to see Yoichi- slowed because he has to sneak, and Yoichi is insistent he avoid his older brother's monthly supply visits, and he does have a crew to provide for. Though, at that last one, Yoichi asks if he can help, he's got more food than he needs, and most isn't great for mers but some is, and he's also got some more valuable objects- his mother's gold bracelet has no monetary value for him here, and no sentimental either. same with the pearl choker or ivory statuette, and if his brother asks where they went, Yoichi can just say he threw them into the sea in a fit of anger, Might as well put them to good use. Second realizes he is in love, and he also realizes that Yoichi really needs to get out of there.

4- Second doesn't like the sea-witch, not anymore than he likes the king or council, but... well, he needs a spell. He needs some way to get Yoichi off that rock, and he goes to the witch to bargain for one. The witch asks what he has to offer, and he pulls out the ivory. it's nice, but the witch looks at it, raises a brow, and asks what else he has. he pulls out gold coins. 'what else?' asks the witch, and Second dumps out the bag- a some more coins from scavenged ships, bone jewelry, loose glass beads, and a few little wooden birds yoichi had carved back when he was still allowed a knife on the island. the witch looks at him, says "youre desperate, huh? ok then" and gives a potion to turn a human into a mer for a day. It's not much, but Second figures its a start and races back to Yoichi to give it to him and start to plan.

5- Yoichi is ecstatic when he hears about it, and quickly gathers essentials. even if only a day, he should be able to get far enough away from here in that time, even if he has to swim twenty hours straight. but when he drinks the potion- nothing happens. And the sea-witch rises from the water behind Second, furious- he recogonized those carvings, and knows Yoichi wouldn't have tossed them to the sea to be scavenged. Yoichi's eyes go wide seeing his brother like this, but Second doesn't stand a chance before AfO lunges, saying his won't give up his little brother so easily. Yoichi scrambles to get between them, promising anything if AfO lets Second go- Yoichi was just being dumb, surprised and awed by a merman and the chance of a magic day, but of course he'd never leave his brother. so let him go. And AfO, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him back, agrees- if Second does. Second looks at Yoichi, who shakes his head. "it's not worth it. don't get hurt on my account." (all things AfO expected his brother to say.) "I love you. go." (not something AfO expected... because...)

As soon as it's said, AfO and Yoichi collapse, writhing. Long ago, AfO'd drunk a potion from the witch before him that would allow him to move between human and mer form, but just for as long as his brother loved only him. As soon as Yoichi told anyone else he loved them, he'd be stuck permanently in the form they had- and AfO would be stuck permanently in the opposite, to separate them. AfO had killed the witch after and isolated his brother, figuring that would keep him from ever having to pay the price.

But now he just sees Second pull a laughing Yoichi into his arms and then into the water, joyous in their escape.

#i got another ask when i was 4 hcs into this. about a mer au #that i apparntly alrady had #with. duo holders.#i will uh. go look at that and figure it out #but in the meantime.#enjoy this?#anon #ask game #pocket talks to people

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