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doe-eyed-fool · 4 months

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Fallen {Chapter One}

Alastor x (fem)Reader

Summery- Innocence meant nothing in a place like this. Here, innocence was weakness. It would only get you killed. And yet, it was craved by the most twisted and sinful of demons.

Innocence to them, was something to be tainted, corrupted, and ruined beyond saving. It gave them great pleasure to destroy that innocence.

And he was no different. To him, she was nothing more than a new form of entertainment. But even he, as demented and cruel as he was, could not ignore the feeling that slowly grew deep within his blackened heart.

"What have you done to me?"

I was once a woman of god, my faith unchanging and strong. Because of that, I was granted entry into the kingdom of heaven. However, it would not last.

I awoke in a dirty and dark alleyway, my whole body ached, my mind struggling to keep up. My eyes opened, and I was met with a most horrifying scene. Above me, in the blood red sky, was a giant pentagram that loomed over all. My heart sank upon realizing just where I was. Hell. I had landed myself in hell.

But, how? I was in heaven. I had earned it. I had been good. I've only ever been good. I was faithful and true. So why? I brought myself to a sit, as I did so, a sharp stab of agony shot up my back. I failed to hold back a cry of pain.

Looking back on myself, a gasp escaped me as I found the source of my pain. My wings were still there. Once neat soft white feathers, now messy and dirtied from the ground. But that was not the worse of it. What made my stomach lurch, what caused the horrible throbbing pain I could not ignore, was the broken joint on my left wing.

The bone jutting out from flesh, golden blood dripping down the feathers of my wing. The fact that I had wings at all was proof enough I actually was in heaven. That, and my long white and gold-trimmed dress. However, it only made my confusion grow. If I was in heaven, why am I here now?

I took a shaky breath before attempting to stand, however it would not happen so easily. I hissed out as I felt a sharpness in my legs. Looking down, I saw more of my blood leaking from the various cuts along my legs. One nasty deep gash in particular on my right calf. This wasn't good.

I was bound to be attacked by some loathsome demon if I didn't try to escape. Flying wasn't an option, and neither was walking it seemed. But if I didn't do something quick then-

"Well. What do we have here?"

My breath caught in my throat at the sudden voice. I looked up to see a rather tall, well dressed demon standing before me. His grin, filled with sharp teeth, made my skin crawl. His deep red eyes bore into my own. He looked at me as if I were his next meal, and in a place like this, I very well could be.

I kept my mouth shut, even if I wanted to talk, I couldn't bring myself to speak. So, he filled the silence himself. "I thought I had seen something a bit strange earlier. It's not everyday you see an angel falling from the sky! Well, not unless it's time for the yearly extermination. If that's what you're here for, I'm afraid your a tad too late." He said with a chuckle. Still I kept quiet, he continued.

"Though, you do not look like the usual exterminators. No, I don't think you are. How very interesting." He took a step closer to me. Finally my body reacted, I scramble to move back as he grew closer. My back hit the hard brick wall behind me, I wince at the pain I received by doing so.

My heart was beating out of my chest, tears gathering in my eyes. My reaction seemed to have been amusing to him, as his grin grew wider.

"Afraid?" He leans down, his face inches from my own. "You should be." I shut my eyes tightly as he moved his hand up to my face. Flinching as his clawed finger made contact with my skin. I felt him move a strand of my messily tangled hair out of my face, before his hand left me.

"A creature like you my dear, is just begging to be harmed in a place like this. Though, I don't entirely blame you. You appeared to be heavily injured." I dare to open my eyes, only to be met with his sharp gaze.

His eyes only left mine briefly to meet my broken wing, then down to my injured legs, then back up to my face. "Quite the fall you had." He chuckled. I only nod. That had to be right. I fell from heaven. It was the only explanation that made sense.

Why else would I be here? The demon stood straight again, looking over his shoulder for a moment before turning his attention back to me.

'I doubt I'll ever get an opportunity like this again.' He thought, his grin somehow growing even wider. "Tell me, what do you plan to do now? Surely you intend on leaving this horrid place, yes?" He questions. Of course I do. I don't want to be here any longer that I already have. I nod my head, words still failing me.

"It will be quite the challenge my dear. You can't fly, and no one leaves hell just like that." He says with a snap of his fingers. "What will you do?" An excellent question. What will I do? What could I do? Panic set in quickly as I realized that there was nothing I could do now. I was stuck here. I would never be able to leave this god forsaken place. The tears finally began to roll down my cheeks, my shoulders shook as I cried.

How could this have happened? Why was this happening? Perhaps I've done something wrong? Maybe I've upset god in some way? Is that why I'm here? I'm being punished? Is that it? The demon's voice caught my attention once more as he spoke.

"Oh, how I hate to see a lady cry." I could have sworn there was a hint of sincerity in his tone. But I would be a fool to think a demon could feel sympathy for anyone. "Perhaps, we should make a deal."

I wipe a few tears away before looking at him with a confused glance. "I'll try and find a way for you to return to heaven. And in return..." His expression grew dark and sinister. "All you have to do, is amuse me." Amuse him? My stomach churned at the thought of what a demon would find amusing.

I look up at the sky, the pentagram's glow stinging my eyes. Heaven was out of reach, but I yearned for nothing more than to return. The deal almost sounded tolerable. I look back at the demon and finally, I spoke.

"W-Will you hurt me?" My voice cracked. "Of course not!" The demon waved his hand, as if dismissing the thought. "I'm rather curious about you. And I can't have someone like you harmed. Your value topples almost over all here. Many demons would kill for a chance to obtain an angel such as yourself. That alone is enough for me to keep you in tact as much as possible." His words weren't comforting, that's for sure.

But he said he wouldn't hurt me. I think. I couldn't trust him, but what other choice do I have? I don't want to be stuck here forever. The demon offered his hand. "What do you say?" He asks as a faint green glow engulfed his hand.

I sigh before hesitantly taking his hand with my own. As our hands clasp, the glow engulfed mine as well and a sting could be felt throughout my palm causing me to wince. The glow grew brighter, I shut my eyes tightly to shield my eyes from it.

I missed the twisted smile from the demon, but I felt his hand tightening around my own slightly before the glow finally calmed down and went out. The demon let go of my hand, only to pick me up. I gasp as I felt myself being hoisted up into a bridal style carry.

I couldn't bring myself to look at him, so I kept my gaze down at his chest. "Hold on tight." He warns me. And before I knew what was happening, I felt a rush flow throughout my body. It was almost like the feeling you'd get when going down a steep drop on a rollercoaster. And suddenly, we were in a new location.

I look around and take in my surroundings. There was a rather nice looking home before me. Well, I could consider it nice if it didn't look...haunted. I could have sworn I saw a shadow move in one of the many windows. Surrounding the home was a swamp, the water was infested with gators.

But not normal ones. These gators were far larger, their scales an inky black, multiple sets of eyes glow a deep red, and their teeth abnormally sharp and long, stained with the blood of I didn't know what. The plant life was unnatural as well. While they were alive like normal plants, they were sentient.

Looking for some unfortunate passerby to feast upon. This being proven by a demonic version of a frog hopping by one, only to be snatched up and ripped apart. I look away, not wanting to watch as the sound of crunching and squishing filled my ears. The bugs were abnormally large too, and just as carnivorous as the other creatures of the swamp.

"Home sweet home." The demon sighs before walking up the porch stairs. He walks in, the inside completely dark at first before he steps through the threshold. Like magic, light filled the home. And once again, I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, shadows retreating into darkness wherever they could find it.

"Now, let's get you patched up." The demon says as he heads up the stairs. He brings me to his bedroom and sets me carefully on the surprisingly soft and comfortable bed.

I tried to keep still, as not to irritate my wing any further. But nothing could ease the pain, I winced and hissed out sharply as another throb jolted my wing. I could have started crying again it hurt so bad. The demon took note of that before moving to my left. I watched him carefully, wary of what he would do next. He said he would patch me up, while that confused me, I still didn't trust his word.

"This might hurt. But do try to keep still." He says before moving his hand over the broken bone. I move away fearfully, a foolish thing to do. I cried as more pain shot up my wing and back. "What did I just say?" The demon sighed.

"What are you going to do?" I ask sharply. He didn't have anything that could properly set the bone, nothing to ease my pain. Did he intend to force it back? "I'm going to heal it. But I need you to sit. Still." The demon said sternly. Still noticing my hesitation, he rolled his eyes. "I will try to make this less painful as possible. Now, are you going to do as I say? Or are you going to just sit there, still in pain?"

I sighed heavily before doing as I was told. I shut my eyes tightly after I watch him move his hand back. Suddenly I felt a shift in my wing joint, but no pain followed as I had expected. After a moment or two, Alastor moved his hand away.

"There we go. All better." The demon says softly. While I felt no pain, I never felt more light headed. My stress finally caught with me and felt I just might actually pass out. My body began to fall forwards, but the demon caught me before I could fall completely. I go limp in his arms, my eyes lids drooping. I heard him chuckle before I felt him moving my body, he gently laid me on my back.

I look up at him with tired eyes, his grin remained the same. I got the feeling he was enjoying this, it made me more sick to think about it. "Try and relax. I'll work on your legs next." He tells you as he moves his hand down to hover over them. I then heard him laugh, before I could question him he spoke.

"My, how rude of me. I've yet to introduce myself. I suppose I've gotten use to everyone knowing who I am, that it slipped my mind." The demon glances at me, he spoke his name with the most charming of tones.

"My name is Alastor."

Alastor? It was such a nice sounding name for a demon. "And who do I have the pleasure of knowing?" I took a shaky breath before answering with a shaky and cracked voice. "Y/n." Alastor's grin soften for a moment as he spoke my name. "Y/n. What a lovely name."

It felt strange to hear a demon speaking my name. It felt wrong. Though, it wasn't any worse than actually making a deal with him. I close my eyes, and begged god for forgiveness. I hope god could forgive me for what I've done.

I only do this to return to god's light. That's all. Please...please understand. The more I thought about that deal, the worse I felt. I didn't want to think about it, but it would always be there. In the back of my mind, will forever be the guilt of my choice.

And I could only hope that whatever this deal would entail, wouldn't be as bad as I fear it would be.

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dumfanting · 12 days

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Rain

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Rating: E, explicit

Warnings: season three spoilers, post episode three, post Tantiss escape, tremors, briefly referenced trauma, rain storms, kissing in the rain, makeouts, sex outdoors, nipple play, fingering (f receiving), handjobs, oral sex (both giving and receiving), blowjobs, standing sex, sex against a wall, penetration, PiV, multiple orgasms, creampie, Crosshair being vulnerable, no dialogue | Notes: fem reader, second person, present tense

Woke up with a song in my head and a storm pouring down outside, got this idea, and wrote it up immediately. I’ve been thinking about doing something for Crosshair with this song anyway.

I wanted to challenge myself and see if I could write something without any dialogue in quotes, and I think I pulled it off.

Recommended listening: Rain - Sleep Token

1791 words

F! Reader/ Crosshair

You and Crosshair find shelter from a storm on Pabu.

And just like the rain, you cast the dust into nothing

and wash out the salt from my hands.

So touch me again

I feel my shadow dissolving.

Will you cleanse me with pleasure?

By the time you see the storm clouds rushing toward the island, you and Crosshair are so far out on the beach that you won’t have time to get inside once the rain comes.

The first fat drops hit your skin, then the sky opens up, quickly soaking you both through as if you’d stepped into a giant shower. Crosshair grumbles, about to tell you off for dragging him out here, but when he turns to look at you, he stops.

You’re a few steps behind him, standing still with your face turned upwards and your eyes closed, an almost euphoric smile on your lips.

He remembers that you came from Tattooine, not Kamino like him, so your opinion of the rain is vastly different from his. Storms are an annoyance, a persistent inconvenience to him, but when he sees you open your eyes, your hair wet and sticking to your neck as you laugh and spin around once, arms outstretched, he knows it’s a rare treat for you.

The rain here is vastly different from the rain on Kamino; here it’s warm, peaceful, almost soothing in a way, though he’d never admit it. And he won’t complain about the downpour making your thin white dress cling to your body and leave virtually nothing to the imagination.

You catch him staring at your otherwise bare chest and shake yourself, giggling. He rolls his eyes at you, but there’s a soft smile on his face. The two of you approach each other, rain still pouring down, and when you meet, he wraps his arms around your waist while you link your hands behind his neck, neither of you speaking.

The next thing you know, his grip on you tightens as he pulls you closer and crushes his lips against yours. He gently prods at your mouth with his tongue, and you oblige, opening up for him. You both groan softly as you taste each other, the kiss deepening and the desire between you intensifying with each passing moment.

An unexpected flash of lightning and boom of thunder startles you apart. After a glance around, Crosshair grabs your hand and leads you towards the nearby cave. Lightning strikes again, slightly closer, and you both sprint the remaining distance inside.

Once there, you both lean heavily against the stone wall, panting to catch your breath. Thunder rolls again, echoing through the space, and you see Crosshair unconsciously flinch, his hand trembling. He hasn’t told you much about what he went through on Tantiss, but you know this isn’t the time to ask.

You slowly reach out, giving him time to pull away, but when he doesn’t, you gently take his hand into both of yours before holding it close to your chest. He steps closer and presses his palm against your skin, the steady thumping of your heart grounding him. He kisses you, softly, and you see the unspoken gratitude in his eyes when he breaks away.

You reach up and cup one side of his face, tracing your thumb along his cheekbone. The two of you just stare at each other for a moment, and once you feel the tremor of his hand die down, you take him by the wrist and move his hand to cup one of your breasts. He looks over at you, eyes wide, and moves no further until you nod at him.

The moment you do, whatever has been holding him back vanishes, and he crashes his lips against yours again, making you moan softly as he rolls your pebbled nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You step back long enough to peel your dress off, the cooler air of the cave giving you goosebumps as you do.

Crosshair follows your lead, also stripping down.

You clash together again, kissing each other deeply as the sound of the rain outside intensifies. Crosshar breaks away and mouths along your throat, nipping at your collarbone, before finally slouching down enough to take your nipple between his teeth and gently suck at it. The high gasp this pulls out of you is muffled by another roll of thunder, but neither or you pay the outside world any mind.

You hold the back of his head with one hand, dragging your nails along his scalp and making him shiver. You use your other hand to palm his cock through his briefs, and he groans against your skin, taking his turn to make you shiver. He pulls away from your nipple with a soft pop and kisses you once more as he slips his hand between your legs, finding your panties soaked and your pussy wet in a way that has nothing to do with the weather.

He slips a single finger into your hot cunt and gently prods around, stopping when he finds that specific spot that makes you whine. You drop your hand into his waistband and firmly grip his stiff cock, jerking him off under the fabric. He growls lowly in your ear and slides another finger inside of you, steadily scissoring in and out while his thumb rubs up and down against your swollen clit. Your hips buck against his hand and you moan his name.

Almost immediately, he takes his hands off of you, but before you can react, he drops to his knees and quickly pulls your panties down, letting them pool around your ankles. He grips your knees and firmly but not roughly spreads them apart just enough for him to stretch his neck and press his face between your thighs.

You curse and grab the sides of Crosshair’s head when he plunges his tongue into your cunt, slurping up your juices and humming, long and low, against your clit. He rapidly oscillates between sucking at it and licking upwards into your pussy, pulling the most sinful sounds out of you. He pulls back long enough to return his two fingers into your core, pressing rhythmically into the same spot deep inside while he latches back onto your clit, gently nipping at the over sensitive bud with his teeth. You whimper his name, and adjust your position enough for you to watch him. He meets your eyes and the absolute devotion in them is what finally pushes you over the edge.

You come so hard that you see stars, your legs clamping around Crosshair’s head as you grind yourself down against his tongue. He stays put, drinking up as much of your release as he can until your body suddenly goes limp and you gasp for air. He quickly gets to his feet and catches you before you collapse, looking quite proud of himself.

It takes a moment, but once you’re able to stand unassisted again, you grab him by the shoulders and swap places with him; his back against the cave wall as you kneel before him. You yank his briefs down with no preamble, his cock springing free and bouncing against your chin. You wrap your arms around his legs from behind and take your turn to nudge them apart. He tangles his fingers into your hair and moans your name.

The sound is barely out of his mouth before his cock is in your throat, and he curses, almost loud enough to drown out the never ending storm outside. You giggle around him, the vibration in your throat making him cry out as he tightens his grip on your head. You slowly bob your head up and down, teasing him, dragging your tongue along the underside of his throbbing cock as you move. Once he’s out far enough, you lap at the slit of his cock head, indulging yourself in the sticky-sweet taste of the seemingly endless amount of precum leaking from it.

You look up at him through your lashes, taking in every detail of the man above you but completely at your mercy. He, in turn, looks down at you and when you see the desperation on his face, you abruptly slide back down his cock, taking him deeply enough into your throat for your nose to press against his pelvis, making him shout something in Mando’a that you don’t recognize. You giggle around him again.

He suddenly jerks back, freeing himself from your mouth, panting for breath. He drops to his knees again, back on your level, and grabs your ass, scooping you up as he stands. You instinctively wrap your legs around his hips and grip his shoulders. Keeping a hand on the back of your head to stop it from smacking against the rock, he slams you against the wall and sheaths himself into you entirely in one fluid motion, his lips never leaving yours.

His cock hits deep in your cunt and you break away from him with a shout of his name. He growls in your ear and starts to piston himself in and out of you at an almost unbelievable pace, rocketing you to the edge in a matter of moments.

Your nails dig into his back and he dips his head down into the crook of your neck, his breath hot against the delicate skin.

His movements become erratic, and he props you up with a knee, then moves a hand down to where the two of you are joined, rubbing tight circles against your clit. Your body spasms, your pussy fluttering around his cock. He groans your name and bites into the junction where your neck meets your shoulder, sucking a large, dark, mark there.

Lightning flashes again and your second orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, with Crosshair seconds behind you, his hips stuttering as his cock twitches and fills you to the brim with his hot cum.

Knocked off balance by the force of such a powerful orgasm, he stumbles for a moment. You decide, as much as you don’t want to, to move and slip his cock out of you as you stand again. Supporting his weight, you hold Crosshair tightly against your body, gradually sliding down the cave wall and into a sitting position on the floor, moving him with you.

In a rare show of vulnerability, Crosshair sits in your lap, facing you, and rests his head against your chest, memorizing the steady, strong sound of your heartbeat against his ear as he clings to you. You hold him tightly and kiss his forehead, the both of you finding peace with him held safely in your arms.

When I open my eyes to the future

I can hear you say my name.

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under-yourbed09 · 1 month

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Your Lips, My Lips, Apocalypse 💕

Wing Beifong x Airbender Daughter of Tenzin!Reader ~ Where in the Battle with Kuvira, the reader saves Wing from falling to his death. And when she asks him if he is okay, he just kisses her while the whole place is going to shit. Based on the song Apocalypse - Cigarettes After Sex. 🎧

Little thing to know - I HAVE REQUESTED THIS TO OTHER BLOGS BEFORE BUT DECIDED TO WRITE IT MYSELF. So no one better be accusing me of coping 😟, Thank you 🌷

ALSO THIS CHARACTER WILL NOT BE WEARING THOSE TIGHT RED AIRBENDING SUITS (just no 😀), just pretend you have something else on and a glider or you can fly or something 😭

The world was collapsing around us, dust and ash swirling in an insane dance as we fought for our lives against Kuvira. The ground trembled violently, as if it were writhing in anguish beneath them. All I could think about is if Wing is okay, if he is injured or dead. My mind filled with horrific thoughts, but what if they came true? The first time I witnessed the force of that cannon, I felt horrified.

Here we are, sprinting throughout Republic City, fighting that metal monstrosity head on. The fight left every road flooded with the wreckage of buildings, and the surrounding air was filled with gas, dust, and pandemonium.

Korra launched rock missiles, and the other airbenders and I flew about Kuvira's robot like flies, hearing the giant's screeching attempts to hit us. Abruptly, the metal giant raised its hand and pointed the cannon straight toward Korra.

"Create a tornado and attack from the top! RIGHT NOW!" I quickly ordered.

We all moved fast to get into position, whirling about and aiming at the giant's hand.

We delivered our blow. When the monster lost its balance, the explosion destroyed the surrounding ground and its body fell onto a building. Laughing to myself, I quickly took off along with the others, watching as my brother Meelo disappear into the cloud of dust. I was about to tell him to get out until I realized it was Meelo. He can handle himself.

The dust cloud disappeared and revealed the giant reaching to it's face to crush Meelo. He flew fast past us and in our direction.

I saw the cannon pointed at us out of the corner of my eye. It was going to fire on my sister Jinora and me. I swiftly launched myself forward.

"JINORA, LOOK OUT!" I let out a scream and hurriedly moved forward to grab my sister.

Ikki and Meelo arrived to assist us as we began to descend. When the two of them realized they couldn't support our weight. I quickly grabbed the three of them before bending the air below us to form an air cushion and lowering us gently onto the hard pavement.

I hugged my siblings, not wanting to let go.

"Are you three okay?" I asked, while clinging on.

"Yeah, don't worry Y/N we are," Ikki smiled in return.

"Where's your boyfriend?" Meelo interrupted.

"I don't know." I heard my voice hurting, and my vision turned blurry.

I looked up and watched a large chunk of a building fall upon the giant. Wait, Wing could be there.

"Jinora, bring them back to dad please. I'm going to go find my boyfriend." I instructed her, bending a tornado under me to hurry to Wing.

Behind me, I heard my siblings cheering me on. I chucked to myself. Seeing that the tornado wasn't moving fast enough, I propelled myself forward by bending the air below me.

I hurried up to Korra as soon as I arrived. Taking hold of her and turning her to face me, I tried to figure out her feelings through her blue eyes.

"Korra, please tell me Wing is okay- where is he!?" I questioned as I recovered my breath from running so fast.

Wing was attempting to knock down a structure. However, the cannon was then aimed at him. I understood the cannon was about to release. My heart was pounding and my stomach fell. And it let off a blast at that very instant.

A violet ray of light blasted out. I couldn't tell if the beam struck Wing or his rope. No. NO. Please be fine, please be fine.

A few seconds later, a figure in green and gray falls from the sky. Wing.

I leapt into action. I used my bending to launch myself to Wing. My body crashed against his, the impact sending shockwaves through my system as I wrapped my arms around him. We rolled along the ground.

Now that Wing is in my arms, he is safe. I lifted him up and allowed him to steady himself with my arms. I touched his face to see if there were injuries.

“Wing, are you okay? Are you hurt? We have to ge-”

Wing's fingertips found my chin, luring me into a gentle kiss. His hands traveled down to my waist and mine moved down to his chest. Wing's lips were soft and warm against mine, his hands tightened around my waist out of protectiveness. Even though we've kissed before, it always feels like our first. Our breathing synchronized, both of us clearly reluctant to let go. I felt the blast's scorching wind, knowing that we would die if we stayed any longer, but I didn't really care.

He softened his features and grinned a little as we both released our grips and stared into each other's eyes. His smile, his olive green eyes, my sweet Wing... He would have left me.

"Yeah, I'm alright, sweet pea."

"Are you sure? Nothing's hurt?

"Yes, my dear... You know you're adorable when you're worried. How your eyebrows knit together and how your eyes soften."

When he proposed the idea, he grinned. I felt a slight heat on my face. I'm not sure if it was his gorgeous smile or the fact that he thought I was cute.

"Wing, please don't." I answered.

With a smile on his face, he threw up his hands. I couldn't resist grinning as well. This man.

His hands gripped mine.

"Now we gotta go before that thing blasts another beam at us." He states, looking at the metal giant.

"Oh right, right, right, lets go." I reply

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chaosduckies · 12 days

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Rising Tides (Chapter 2)

A lot of you guys liked the first one, so I quickly wrote this one just to clear up the cliffhanger on the first part hah~ (Sorry not sorry) But, hope you guys enjoy because I really like these characters and plan on actually doing more drawings of them!

Word Count: 4.3k

CW: Mentions of death, Description of Death (Doesn’t actually happen), I think that’s it but if not you guys tell me!

2- Nico

I didn’t know where I was going. The last thing I remember seeing were a pair of blue eyes and then nothing. Now, I was being taken somewhere in the fist of this giant freaking mer that’s taken me as a snack. How do I know? Oh well, what else feels soft and sort of squishy when you were just in a cave? A hand. So no here I was, in the midst of a panic attack while also trembling so much I was so sure that this mer kidnapping me could feel it. I mean, it wouldn’t be surprising.

The water around me was moving, which was the only indication that I wasn’t going to die just yet. Were they saving me for later? There has to be some way out of this. I couldn’t stop the panicking thoughts in my mind. I didn’t want to die. At least not yet. I didn’t even know how long we’ve been moving. Hours? Days? Something like that.

My tail fin was still torn, but I’d bet if I really tried I could swim. Just not as fast. Would it be enough to escape this mer? Probably not but it was worth a shot. I didn’t really get a good look at how bad the tears were in the dark cave, but I’m sure it’ll heal on it’s own in just a couple days. Hopefully. That’s if I can get out of here.

I felt us stop moving, making me press my back into the flesh behind me and try to make myself seem smaller. Where were we? I couldn’t see anything but the purple scales that came from my own tail.

“Haven’t seen you in a while-“ The voice stopped abruptly, “Want to explain?”

“A shark was chasing a mer, I couldn’t be there in time before the shark got ahold of the little guy, and here we are now.” It sounded like a tired voice. It was louder too. I held my breath when the hand opened up, leaving me entirely out in the open. My eyes darted all over the place. There was a tiny little reef in an underwater ravine looking thing, along with some things that looked like another mer was living there. Just some feet in front of me was a mer just a little taller than a human, with a dark green tail, eyes, and dirty blonde hair that somewhat covered his eyes. Who was this?

My eyes looked around, trying to find the face that connected to the mer that was still holding me (Oh my gosh please let me go I don’t feel so good right now-) But I’ve never seen a mer as big as he was. And that just made me all the more terrified. I was maybe the size of his fingernail, if I was lucky.

Dark blue eyes were trained on me, instantly making me bite back the scream I wanted oh so badly to let out. I stuffed my tail closer to my side, tryin got hide that I was hurt, but I’m sure he already knows. But does he know how badly? Maybe I can somehow trick him? It was a long shot, but I’m pretty sure I could.

The mer holding me looked away and turned towards the other mer that was studying me. I couldn’t help but catch the white tuff of hair in his brown hair. That was weird. Not the thing I should be worried about though. The green-tailed mer swam up to me, catching sight of my torn tail fin and sighed, shaking his head.

“You’re not going to be able to swim for a long while, little mer.” He gestured for him to see more and I couldn’t help but listen. Why was this one helping? Did he have the big mer under control? Was he somehow controlling him into not hurting either of us? What was going on! Seriously!

I stared down at my torn fin, seeing really just how much damage there was. Nearly all the thin pieces of skin were torn off, and the webbing was almost all torn up. Only a few small pieces remained intact. That explains why it hurts to barely even move it. But I won’t be able to swim for a while? How was I going to get back home? I doubt that either of these mers would help me out. It looks to me like the green-tailed one was just going to help me out a little, but he wasn’t going to entirely. I was still frail that the big mer would try to eat me.

“Yup. This will take a while to heal. What were you doing all the way out here anyways?” The stranger asked. What do I even say? I don't’ even know why I was there. Because I saw something mysterious in the distance? Do I say that I was just exploring? Both were true. What do I say?

My mouth quivered before whispering a quiet answer, “I-I just s-saw a sh-ship…” I couldn’t finish the rest of my sentence when the big mer had his full attention on me like he could hear me. I doubt he would be able to. I was such a coward. No wonder everyone in the town wanted me gone. They would be all dead if I stayed and a mer his size came around. Though, I’m pretty sure this mer was huge even by other instances.

“Hmm. Well, I can’t really help you heal up a wound like this. It’s just going to take some time. I would say for you to go home, but I’m sure that’s pretty far from here, right?” The green-tailed mer smirked, crossing his arms. I couldn’t move, but he already guessed the answer. I didn’t even know where I was. For all I know I could be an entire days travel back to home instead of the one hour swim it had taken for me to get to that reef. Not to mention I’m sure this big mer was going to end up eating me as a not-so filling snack. I shuddered at the thought.

“Sorry, kid. You can’t stay here either.” Why couldn’t I just stay with him until I was healed and ready to head back home? I would prefer that over staying with the big mer that hasn’t said a word since he let me out. It kind of creeped me out. Plus it looked to me like he didn’t even want to here here right now. Yeah? Well neither do I. Actually, I wouldn’t even be here if he hadn’t taken me.

“So… what do I do with him?” The big mer asked, looking kind of annoyed now. I was still trembling, but now would be a good time to escape. Now that the green-tailed mer was up close to the big mers face. Otherwise no one’s attention was on me.

I forced myself up, noting that the skin below me didn’t seem to notice. I took my chance, pushing myself up and trying to swim off, but nothing. Only a burning pain every time I moved my tail, and I was back on the fleshy surface below, not even able to slightly move at all. I groaned to myself, realizing that even if I did manage to swim off, even if I stopped for a second I would slowly start flowing down to the sandy ocean floor. Great. Just great.

The two were arguing behind me while I stared out into the deep blue ahead of me. There was nothing out there except for a few large rocks and large pieces of seaweed that covered most of the floor. I wasn’t going home. Not anytime soon at least. I was going to die. These people weren’t going to help me, and when I do end up getting better, I would just be eaten, right? The big mer probably thought that if I was hurt I wouldn’t taste as good. I trembled slightly, looking back at my torn up tail. If I hadn’t came all the way out here maybe today could have ended differently? Then again, they were right about my tail being the death of me. They all were. Wow. I really am unlucky.

“Fine, he’ll stay with me until he gets better, but after that, he’s gone.” The bigger mer growled at the much smaller one, then I was wrapped in a tight fist once again. I’m dead. I’m so so so dead.

———Callum———

Did I care that a small mer was literally going to die if I didn’t help them? Yes, of course I did. Did I expect to have to take care of them until they healed up? No, no I did not. Who knows how long that would be! I couldn’t see the damn wound myself, but from watching the little mer try to escape earlier it looked like he couldn’t even swim a foot away without his tail stinging him. Of course I felt bad, but why did I have to take care of them? They got themselves into this mess in the first place.

I groaned, swimming back to the cave I’ve called home for a good while. It was surprise to wake up to someone screaming. I had thought it was just my imagination, but when I saw the shark- I thought something was up. Why was the mer even there anyways? Did he even stop to think that something else could be living in there? Or even if there wasn’t what if he was just cornered by the shark that looked about three times his size. Then he’d really be dead. He’s lucky I’m not some sick psycho who’ll eat him.

To be honest, I really did feel bad for the little guy. I mean, if I were that small and something like that happened to me, I would be terrified. I can literally feel the slightest little tremble in my hand coming from him right now. I’m not a heartless monster like most mers my size. It’s just… I don’t really want to be around someone so afraid of me. Which was why I wanted Archer to take care of him and not me, but of course he can’t.

After swimming back home for about an hour, I looked for a place the tiny mer could stay at comfortably. I decided on a small little platform with a little seaweed growing. There was some sand too and a few coral bits. I’m pretty sure there were some small little caves he could fit himself into as well. Not too bad honestly.

I opened my hand, revealing a shaking little mer. I bit the inside of my cheek, tilting my hand slightly to let him down on the rocky platform that seemed all too big for him. I wonder what I looked like to him… Probably huge, intimidating. Exactly what I was expecting. Oh this is going to be a long couple of weeks. I would take him home, but I’m sure that would only bring him more problems if I just came to wherever small little community he was a part of and just left him there. Especially when I’m about 80 percent sure that tail of his doesn’t make it easy to talk to many people already.

“If you need anything, yell. Don’t try swimming off, you’ll only make my job a million times harder. Otherwise, you’re stuck with me until you can swim on your own again.” I crossed my arms, looking for a reaction, but only seeing shock on the littler mers face. Should I get to know his name? No. There was no point when I’d only remember it as just another person who was afraid of me.

I swam off, leaving the mer by himself. I doubt he’d try to swim off. If he did he’d just sink right to the bottom of the floor anyways. Plus, it wouldn’t be hard to track him. It’s not like I’m trying to keep him captive here, it’s just I’ve never done this before, and I don’t know who this mer is. I don’t plan on finding out either since this will all just be over soon anyways, right?

I wrapped in on myself, going back to sleep since I was abruptly woken up. I can just go get food later… and eat away from the little mer.

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A couple hours later I woke up, the water felt just the slightest bit warmer, which meant it was a little after midday. I should probably check up on the little mer. I wasn’t all too worried about him escaping, much less him getting himself into another situation, but still. Checking wouldn’t hurt.

I swam, rubbing my eyes and yawning when I get to the spot I left him at, not seeing any sign of him there. I searched for a while, gently moving away some of the small stalks of seaweed and still not seeing the little mer. Wow. Did he actually try to swim off? I chuckled a little, but I was still the slightest bit worried. I brought my face closer, spying something purple hidden under a tiny rock. How the heck does he even fit under there? Oh well. I wasn’t about to rip off the rock he’s somehow found a little home under. If it makes him feel safe, then I won’t bother. But I still have to ask him something.

“Are you… hungry? Just come out of your little hiding spot if you are.” I watched for any kind of movement, but nothing. When was the last time he ate even? I guess I’ll leave him be for now. If he doesn’t eat anything tomorrow then I’ll just get him something. I’d hate for him to starve to death just because I didn’t get him anything. I feel like that would be the worst way to die in my personal opinion.

“Alright. Don’t leave.” I ordered, swimming off to go get myself some food from my usual grounds. It’s been a while since I’ve eaten myself really. I kind of wished that he came out though. Just so I could get a better look at him. The only thing I’ve really noticed was his tail and just how small he was and that was pretty much it. Though, that was kind of my fault for just leaving the second I was able to.

When I came back, no longer hungry, I saw something small sitting down in the open sand area of the little area. Oh. He was out? I was gone for a good while though. I swam silently, not trying to scare him. What was he doing? It kind of looked like he was just messing with something in his hands. A shell?

He turned his head slightly, letting out a yelp of surprise when he saw me and rushed to go back into his hiding spot. My heart fell, but I knew this was going to happen. It’ll be over in about two weeks. Then he’ll swim off and forget about you, maybe tell this story to his future kids or something. I didn’t know what other mers did when this happens to them. Though, I doubt this specific thing happens.

I didn’t say anything at all when I swam back in. I didn’t plan on talking a whole bunch. I’m pretty sure the little mer didn’t either. I’m only here to make sure he has everything he needs to survive, that nothing won’t try to eat him either.

———Nico———

This was the same cave I was in not so long ago. Just a different part. It seemed more like an open cage where I was at right now. A platform that held a few tiny fish that somehow survived here, some snails, there were some small anemones, rocks, a seaweed patch. I also found some small caves I could fit into hidden behind some of the seaweed, but I didn’t really want to stay there. It really felt like a prison if I were being honest. Like he’s had other mers there before. The worst part was that he already knows about all the hiding spots, so if he were mad at me he knows exactly where to look for me. That’s always great to know. So, there was no possible way for me to get out. It would take me too long just to swim out of the cave, and even if I did, he could just track me down.

I’ve already accepted my fate. I was going die here. Whether I liked it or not. My best bet was to just avoid him as much as possible, which I think I’ve done pretty well so far for it only being a couple hours. What can I say? I was terrified of dying, and that guy is pure death to me. I feel like he’ll just rip me up into pieces at any point, and that’s what really gets me.

So here I was, hiding underneath a rock where he could very easily take it off. I’m surprised he hasn’t already. I’ve found that the place I was in wasn’t all that bad. It was comfortable, easy for me to move around. Not too bad, but I would really like to go home. I miss it already. I just want to go back to my little home inside the coral and sleep peacefully on the soft sand. What would my parents do when they realize anyways? No one would want to look for me. It was sad actually. What was I even supposed to here? Just wait to be eaten? I’m pretty sure that’s what was going to happen anyways.

I recently found out that the big mers tail was a pretty dark blue color, which explains why he was so big in the first place. Most mers with a blue tail grow to be pretty big, but I’ve never seen one his height before. I think I’ve only really seen one where I was a little bigger than their fist, but this is an entire different thing. I mean, who wouldn’t be when someone fifty times your size was supposed to “take care of you?” How was that even possible?

I crawled out of my little hiding spot, picking up the colored rock I had found earlier and continued to fidget with it. Everything would be fine… right? He’d let me go eventually. I wound’t be eaten, and then I can forget all of this ever happened. Oh who am I kidding? I was unlucky, nothing would ever work out for me. It always takes a turn for the worst. I sighed, too tired to even bother with going back into my hiding spot, and made myself comfortable in the sand. I just have to hope it’ll all work out in the end.

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When I woke up, the giant mer was laying on his stomach, head resting on his arms as he stared out into the deep ocean. I tried not making a single sound as I pushed myself up, glancing over at my tail and seeing that it was still torn up. So it really wasn’t a dream. Or nightmare I should say.

I held a hand over my mouth as I made my way to underneath that rock, but something caught his attention to make him look over where I was. He glared at me, watching me go still and hold my breath. He rolled his eyes before swimming closer to me, the fast and effortless movement making me dizzy as his face took up most of my vision. Please don’t eat me. Please don’t eat me. Please don’t-

“Are you hungry yet?” I shook my head, not wanting to make him do extra work just to keep me alive. There’s also the fact that he might just want to to eat more so I taste better. Well, no thank you. I’d rather die of hunger than die while inside his mouth. The thought made me slightly gag, earning a confused look from the mer.

He let out a sigh before swimming off, fast water hitting me in the face from his careless movement. Yeah… I did not feel good. Neither did that fact that I didn’t even know his name yet. I feel like I should know the name of my future killer. Wait- don’t think like that.

The mer came back with something in his hands, dropping a few small fish in a pile in front of me. I bit the inside of my cheek, hard. I can’t tell him that I don’t eat fish. Then that’d start a new problem, which I can’t really afford considering the situation I was in. Then, he did something I completely unexpected. He propped his head up with his hand, elbow on the platform he had me on, and watched me with an annoyed look on his face, “I’m staying here until you eat. And I know you’d probably prefer me as far away from you as possible, little mer.” He smirked.

He wasn’t wrong.

What do I do? I was hungry, and I suddenly regret not eating that plate my mom made me the day before. I don’t even remember the last time I ate. Great. I don’t want to eat fish I though! But I have to unless I’m really about to just stay this close to someone who could swallow me whole without even trying- STOP THINKING ABOUT THAT!

I pushed myself towards the little place under the rock where I currently call home, only to be stopped by a fleshy surface in front of me. I backed away so fast I’m surprised I didn’t trip over my hands. I heard a quiet chuckle above me, like he was having a good time.

“Just eat. It’s not poisoned or anything.” I couldn’t help but catch the slight tone change. Like he actually sort of cared about me? I don’t know how to describe it, but it didn’t stop my heart from beating rapidly and my body start malfunctioning (Like literally I couldn’t move even if I wanted to it was too busy trembling so much)

I scooted closer to the fish, a shaky hand holding one that was about the size of my entire arm. If it’s the only way to get him to leave me alone… I took a small bite, hating how the fish didn’t even taste bad, it’s just I don’t like seeing dead fish. I dropped the fish back into the pile, forcing myself the crane my neck up at the mer, who, for a split second, had a sympathetic look on his face before he just fixed his position. I did what he asked me to… could he please just leave me alone?

Instead, he waited. I don’t know how much time had passed, but this guy is extremely patient. Doesn’t he have better things to do? Like… well I have no idea what he does but it’s obviously not waiting on some insignificant mer to eat something. I didn’t eat another bite, and I guess that’s when it clicked in his head.

“You… don’t eat fish, do you.” He sighed, closing his eyes. At least I didn’t have to tell him. I didn’t do anything but hide my torn-up tail and fidget with my hands while staring at the sand.

“What do you eat then?” I couldn’t answer his question. And I guess he realized that too because he just started listing off things he could find until I finally nodded my head. I was scared if I didn’t at least answer him like that he’d do something to me. So then he left, ordered me not to leave (Which I couldn’t do anyways but I still listened because I was scared of what he’d do if did end up leaving) I quickly glided over to my little makeshift home under the rock and stayed there, shaking. What would I have done if he didn’t realize that? What would happen if he wasn’t willing to wait? Would he just have eaten me there and then? I curled in on myself, mindful of the many loose pieces of thin fin on my tail.

He came back a couple minutes later, dropping some kelp and taking his same position again, making sure I actually ate. It was uncomfortable, but I knew if I didn’t he’d just force me to one way or another. Threaten me. Yeah, I’m okay. No thank you. Instead, I ate what I could in case I wouldn’t get a chance like this again and watched as he just grabbed the rest and placed it somewhere. I hate everything about this.

———Callum———

I wasn’t surprised that he didn’t eat fish. He’s practically on himself if he were just a tiny bit smaller… It’s sad to think about really. It wasn’t even that hard to gather any of the kelp, so I don’t know why he forced himself the first time. He could have at least told me. I didn’t mind going out. Then again, I didn’t exactly make that clear to him either.

I left him alone like I had promised, watching him hide in the seaweed, but it was easy to spot him in the green with that bright purple tail of his. I found it to be nice really. It wasn’t really a hazard to me like other mers probably find it to be, but it’s really a nice color. I don’t think he thinks that though.

Meanwhile, I tried to figure out just what I could do in the meantime. Usually I just go out and explore, but I don’t think I can just leave the little mer all alone for so long. Something might actually come, then I’d have to deal with that guilt. I don’t think taking him with me is an option, because I’m pretty sure he’s terrified of me and the last thing he would want to do is be around me. I sighed, looking back out in the ocean, feeling my eyes become heavy. This wasn’t so bad. Maybe I should actually learn his name.

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Wowwww. Y’know, rereading this chapter, I don’t think I like it, but oh well. Yes, I know Callum is just sarcastic and hard to get used to, but he’ll warm up to Nico. And yes, he’s just taking care of Nico because he feels bad for not being able to help out in time.

Hope you guys liked it (I kind of didn’t) and I hope I can get you some drawings of these two soon! (I love them sm aghhhh) Thanks for reading!

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captain-mj · 1 year

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Trade? A femur for Part 3 of Eldritch King Köing and summoner Horangi 🥹 (sorry if this too soon after part 2. Tumblr don’t do dates😞)

I adore this series so happy you asked! :) Also, there's a pov switch half way through here with no warning. I do not have an explanation for myself but you get a peek at Koenig's thoughts.

Part 2

Horangi had more dreams. They were confusing and muddled, but he got the sense of being picked apart. Something slithered over his thoughts, looking at everything he had ever experienced or wanted to experience. And the hand cradled him again.

Horangi woke up, still half in his dream. Part of him realized it must be Koenig holding him like this. It was the only thing that made sense. He held him so gently.

Horangi tried to sit up and wake up more, but his bed did not reappear under his hand. Koenig still cradled him.

He whipped up and scrambled, falling over the edge of the hand and tumbling into something else. An infinite void of nothing. There was nothing to see. Nothing to hear. Nothing to feel. Even smell was gone and he tried to scream but there was nothing. He couldn’t even feel his own throat making the noise.

Already, everything was getting to him. Could he die here? How long would he be left there? Please, Koenig

Koenig grabbed him by his ankle. The pressure was soft but there. He felt himself lifted.

“My little tiger. Be careful. Would be a great shame if you were to be lost to me.”

Horangi felt such panic. His heart pounded but he realized he could feel that.

Gently, Koenig set him down in something soft and he pulled away for just a moment. When he returned, he was back to his little human form. Well. Little comparatively. He was still much bigger than Horangi.

“My darling, are you alright? I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“I am…” Horangi started before letting out a breath. “Where am i?”

“My home.”

“Ah.” He was in the Fucking DEEP. Koenig had taken him to the void. The void felt shockingly comfortable.

“Don’t worry. You are not… exposed. Nothing else can see you here. There is no void that stares back. There is just me.”

“Can i…”

“Yes, you can open your eyes. I’ve made sure everything is safe for you.” Koenig laid next to him.

Horangi opened his eyes slowly. He was in a room. A very nice one. Soft sheets under him. A giant lush bed with rose petals spread over it. It had a canopy of dark green fabric that surrounded it, but it was just sheer enough that Horangi saw that there was a room beyond this.

“You made this for me?”

“I did. I wanted a place where we could be alone. This is the closest thing to my home i can show you.” Koenig pulled him closer and Horangi was a bit surprised that he was so gentle.

“I see.” Horangi answered softly. Koenig held him with so much care, like he was precious and maybe it was just because his brain had not woken up from the sleep and the weird void he had been in

, but he leaned in to it. Koenig kissed along his neck, his touch tingling and fizzing against Horangi’s skin.

Horangi moved closer and bared his neck for him. Teeth sank into him and he arched his back into him. “My tiger. You’re so warm. So human.” Koenig licked along his throat.

Horangi moaned softly. “Koenig…” The words tangled on his tongue again. A desperate need to let himself be linked to Koenig like he was asked. “Why me? You said I just drew you in but it can’t just be that.”

“My little Gemahlin. I wish to please you. That is all.” Something spread Horangi’s legs and pressed at him through his sleep pants. “No deals. I am just courting you.”

“Courting?”

“You find roses romantic. Pleasure is inherently romantic, yes?” Koenig ghosted his mouth over Horangi’s. “I have wine too. Would you like a glass?”

Drinking this earlier may not be the best idea, but Horangi was a slave to his whims and right now he wanted to give in for a while. He nodded and Koenig fixed him a glass.

“Hungry my darling?” Koenig handed him the wine glass and Horangi sipped it. He knew immediately it wasn’t human. The closest sensation he could compare it too was bathing in sunshine with hints of a cherry flavor. It didn’t seem that strong in terms of alcohol though. He didn’t immediately get tipsy at least like he did last time someone replaced the sacrificial wine with something a deity gave them. It made sense, they needed something a lot stronger than humans, but Koenig must’ve thought ahead.

“A little.” Horangi responded.

Koenig nodded and got him some food. Mostly fruits, but also something else. It looked vaguely like pancakes, but Horanig was going on the “Don’t think too hard” train. He started to eat, moaning softly as the sweet taste.

Koenig watched him adoringly and something swiped over his chin when juice started to drip down. While he ate, Koenig started to kiss down his body before carefully undressing him.

“Remember, teeth.” Horangi warned, worried Koenig would try to give him a blowjob… A blowjob, breakfast in bed and wine. Okay, maybe this deity knew him well. Or at least knew romance well.

Koenig nodded and instead kissed his thighs with reverence. Worshipping him.

His tongue licked over him slowly and it wasn’t very pleasant. Too sharp and cold. Koenig seemed to realize this and his tongue immediately became soft and warm. He lapped over him before moving to lick at his hole. Slowly, he pushed into him, splitting him open with his tongue. Horangi jerked but Koenig kept him steady. He continued to eat as he enjoyed the lovely feeling. His thighs occasionally twitched but Koenig kept him open, licking deeper and deeper into him. Horangi drank more, feeling himself get drunk on pleasure and wine.

Koenig waited until he was done eating to add one of his tentacles, slowly fitting him with more. He was dripping with his saliva and already rather open so he took it easily.

Horangi moaned softly as he accepted it all. He arched his back and begged for more. “Please, fuck me like you did that day.”

“Eager, Gemahlin. I will do anything you ask.” Koenig pulled him closer and some of the wine poured on Horangi’s chest. He quickly leaned over and started to lick it off of him as he worked him open with another tentacle. The prep was slow, almost agonizing. He knew no matter what, Horangi would feel some pain. But he wanted to minimize it as much as possible. He used the slick from his tentacles, all of it dripping out of Horangi. Another tentacle wrapped around his cock to keep him stimulated. Koenig knew how humans could be. You don’t touch them for five minutes and they’re soft.

Horangi whined into him, thrashing. Another thing Koenig noticed. Even if they wiggled away, it usually wasn’t to actually get away. The stimulation just too much for their brain.

Part of him wanted to reach into Horangi. Change him.

Horangi opened his eyes and looked at him. Really looked at him. Koenig knew then that the sun rose and set on Horangi’s terms. He gently, oh so gently, spread Horangi’s legs to accommodate his hips. This form was… not the best for him. The skin felt wrong, but it was the best way for Horangi to perceive him. It had the fewest boundaries. He did not like blinding or deafening Horangi.

Horangi wailed when he pushed into him, eyes filling with tears. “So good. So good.” He held on to him, fingers digging into his shoulders.

Koenig kissed him, pushing his tongue into his mouth. He tasted so good. So sweet and it wasn’t all just the wine.

He rolled his hips and Horangi moaned. The tight pressure of his body threatened to drive Koenig insane. He’d lead himself to madness if it meant getting to enjoy this though. As long as Horangi came out unscathed but pleased, he was just fine destroying himself for this pleasure.

Horangi pleaded for him to go faster so Koenig did. He pressed the heel of his palm to the bulge in Horangi’s stomach, making both of them groan in pleasure.

Horangi’s hands went searching, but they clearly came up short. “Want to touch them again.”

“I can’t look like this and provide you access to such… sensitive parts of him.” Koenig decided to not tell Horangi how improper it was that he even let him touch there. Eldritch beings, though they did partake in sex, did often go so far. Be so caring. It represented both intimacy and vulnerability, but considering Horangi’s position, he doubted the human either knew or was capable of taking advantage of it.

“Blindfold me.”

Koenig followed Horangi’s commands because they came from Horangi. Of course he did. He let himself fall into Horangi. Horangi’s hands were horrifically expert at playing with the small tentacles while Koenig rocked into him, trying not to weep. How could humans bare it so easily? With every touch and squeeze of Horangi’s body, he struggled not to melt into goo.

He wasn’t sure if it was literal or not.

Horangi did something. Some twitch of his fingers and Koenig came first, biting into his shoulder as he pressed his little prize into the bed. His hips didn’t stop though and eventually Horangi came, holding on to him tight. They started to kiss again.

Horangi melting into him and soon, Koenig followed suit. He did not want to look human right now and Horangi wasn’t asking it so he didn’t.

Eventually, Horangi pushed him lightly and he got off of him, watching the muscles in his body stretch as he moved. Koenig could remake him. Fiber by fiber. Molecule by molecule. But he already knew that it would not be as good as the real thing.

Horangi did something for him he didn’t get. It felt strangely cosmic, but if it was, Koenig would know about it. All beings would know about it.

What a thought. It could be a universal truth. Gravity makes items pull to each other. Magnets exist. Light refracts. Koenig loves Horangi.

He wasn’t a fool. Again, cosmic being. He knew all about Horangi’s hesitations. Although he did his best to not go through his thoughts, only peeking briefly into his memories to understand him better, he knew Horangi lied about the courting. Could smell the fear on him when he had realized turning Koenig down wouldn’t be that easy.

And it wouldn’t. Koenig would never hurt Horangi. Never do anything that would make his human hate him. But even if he was never welcome, he’d never truly leave. He simply hoped he’d never have to change Horangi’s mind. Well, that’s incorrect. He hoped he could simply court him and he’d fall in love.

But if he needed to use his magic, needed to change all of his thoughts until he fell in love with Koenig. Well. that’s the price that needs to be paid. Koenig didn’t need sacrifices to do something this insignificant.

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Oceans and Engines (part I)

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Female!Reader

part I | part II | part III | part IV | part V

A/n: It's October so you know what that means! ✨Whumptober✨ Fluff to Angst fic. This is a love letter; signed, sealed, and undelivered with unsaid things to no one in particular. I wanted to make myself cry because life got me in a chokehold. And what better way to do this than write a fic that takes away -1hp with every word written. This is a full-on SOBFEST, so, enjoy :) I wanna apologize beforehand because there are just so, so many metaphors and ocean-themed and that's on me :')

Summary: So what if you've found the right person; so delicate with love that he could run his fingers lightly on your face and you would burst into flame? But what if he’s also the wrong person, one that doesn’t put up a fight and runs away? Loving Robert Floyd felt so easy, yet hurts so much.

Wc: 2,290

His breath felt heavy in his chest, tightening with each inhale he took and exhaled with a shaky sigh. Hands sweaty as he wipes it away with the fabric of his pant legs and swaps between what's clutched in his hand. He got on one knee in front of a crowd of party people and drunkards at The Hard Deck as his trembling voice asks:

“I love you from the moment you walk into this bar, and I will always and forever love you for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?”

The gathered crowd gasps at the scene in front of their eyes; you could hear a pin drop at this moment as they await your answer. You were stunned by this sudden proposal proposed by your boyfriend; eyes gazed into yours with affection and adoration. A few strands of his golden hair curl just above his cerulean blue eyes- hiding behind big gold-rimmed glasses. His boyish grin radiates warmth, but his affection cannot penetrate your heart because you know that you are undeserving of taking his last name and starting your own family with him for the rest of your life. You do not deserve his unconditional love because, to you, he’s not the love of your life.

Minutes seem to slow down at the very moment when your eyes travel to the entrance of The Hard Deck, and there he stands tall and upright, with his wire-framed glasses shaped perfectly on his pretty face, just as you remembered it. He gave you a soft smile and a nod. The light behind his ocean eyes flickered with a twinge of sadness, but he knew it was what he must do.

The swarm of people crowds this beautiful moment; he’s the only one that stands out and captures your attention. Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd. He was once your dream. A story of the future that you had, but the pages crisped and torn without knowing what the end truly holds—the one true love that entangles with your soul. And the one that also slipped away.

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You decided you needed a change of pace from the small town you once grew up in, but now it's just a place blended into one giant shade of monotonous grey. Its cultivation in prime time is long gone and people who remain there either moved away to find a better future for themselves; or are just halfway through death’s door.

That’s when you wanted a clean slate; at the age of 24, to cut out the suffocation and the repetition of your old, stuck-up job. Where else would you rather be other than California? The literal opposite of your childhood town. A place where the heart of the city and its people are, well, alive!

You sat on the beach with that sweltering sun beaming down at you; the grainy sand cradles your feet. You wonder when was the last time you ever felt this feeling of hope and excitement spilling out from your core.

As the hues of the sky entwined with the ocean at the horizon in a sunny shade of orange, the waves draped along the shoreline one moment and pulled back the next, leaving a brief imprint of their existence. Eyes drooped closed as you listened to the crescendo waves ripple in tempo until a sudden searing pain smacked dead across your arm and the backsplash of rough sand splattered across your face.

"Oh God, I-I-I'm so sorry. I-It's my fault! The ball slipped out of my grasp and-and are you alright?" A panic and concern in his trembling voice. You look up to see a black silhouette blocked out by the sun; the shape of his outline appears lanky— hunchback with his shoulders rolled forward.

He crouched down to inspect the damage he had done to your arm. Now in full view, you see his features; eyes wide and filled with blue mimicking the vast ocean, his hair slick back with hair gel or sweat— maybe a mixture of both— along with an old school wire-rimmed glasses perched on the tip of his nose and tightly fitted with a saffron colored shirt. His lips are pursed together as worry has taken over his face.

The pain in your arm no longer matters when you catch sight of his gaze. He softly smiles at you, and without missing a beat like the waves pushing against the shore- everything about him pours right into your world. The warmest blue eyes and that innocent, boyish smile— you drink it in. And he does the same. Take in your deep-set eyes, trailing down to the top of your nose and lingering on your bitten red lips. You felt intoxicated simply from just one look; the butterflies in your stomach threatened to escape and flutter out to the world, embarrassingly exposing yourself.

He opens his mouth to speak before getting cut off by distant shouting. “Got your foot stuck in the sand? What’s taking so long?” A handsome man, flexed with washboard abs and flocks of blondes. He yells out. He’s good-looking, you’ll admit it that much, but his lack of mannerisms took a toll on you. If he wiped that cocky-ass grin and pretentious personality off his overconfident face, maybe you might just tolerate him.

“I-I think she’s injured! I’ll take her to Penny’s. You guys go on ahead!” He swoops up the football and launches it in one full motion. What surprised you was your underestimation of his physique when he swung the football back to his teammates across the beach with a rough estimation of 30 feet apart. If you weren’t impressed by him before, you sure are now.

He turns back with his brows knitted together. “Let’s get that iced before it gets any worse for you.” He helps you up on your feet and offers support on your elbow. When his touch grazes your arm, the heat of his fingertips lingers and sends a shock of warmth down your spine. Goosebumps light their way on your arm, and you hope he hadn’t noticed as he guides you across the beach to a homey-looking bar with ‘The Hard Deck’ inscribed on the front. He pushed his way in and worked around before seating you on the bar stool.

“Seems like you know your way around here.” You broke the silence with curiosity, as he rummaged around behind all the beer taps. You glance around, taking in the sight of this shack; rows of cups decorated and hanging low from the ceiling, and a piano sits isolated on the opposite side of the bar while the jukebox plays a slow, sultry tune in the background.

It's unusually quiet for a bar, with barely any patrons or servers in the early afternoon. You listen loosely to "I’m in the mood for love" and think to yourself about the irony of this situation. Sure, you just met this guy approximately 15 minutes ago. But he's also the first person you’ve actually had a proper conversion (kind of) in the state of California, where you’re a million miles away from where you came from, and yet, there’s something unique and different about him but can’t quite put it on a canvas.

He whips back around with a bag of ice ready in his hands and treats it gently on your already purple bruise. He frowns. “I um, I-I just come here quite often. I don’t drink, but um- the guys outside hang around quite a lot, so I usually just join them.”

He pursed his lips together again, wondering if he had said the right thing. The icy coolness seeps across your injury and follows up your fingertips, but this arctic temperature could not calm the flush spreading along your cheeks.

His posture slumps, leaning on one hip and still hunched— making himself smaller than the space he’s occupied, but correct himself once he sees you observing his every move. You can’t help but chuckle.

“It’s probably rude of me that um- that I haven’t introduced myself.” He sheepishly pushed up his glasses, “I’m Robert, Robert Floyd. But you can call me Bob. That's what everyone calls me anyway. But also, that is kind of my name.” Bob mumbles on, reaching out his hand for you to reciprocate the handshake, but was immediately taken back by him.

“Oh, sorry…I didn’t- that was your injured arm.” He casually collides his palm back and forth with the side of his shorts before reaching out. You gladly accept the gesture and, in turn, unveil your name. His lips softly repeat your own back to you; in slow syllables, causing your heart to skip a beat. Or possibly just stop beating all at once.

“I think that should be my line since you’re the one that’s helping me. Well, cause the damage and then patch me up.” you jest but noticed the colour drained from his face. You shook your head and wanted to tell him you were joking. But he interjects,

"I-I-I am really, really sorry about that. It's unusually clumsy of me and-and—" fingers fiddling in anxiousness, his chest rises. With a heavy sigh, he opens up again. "Can I buy you a drink as-as an apology and to make it up to you?"

Bob swallows, awkwardly looking down at his shuffling feet against the hardwood floor, waiting nervously for your answer. You can almost see the thoughts in his head, screaming out: 'Is she going to reject me? Am I being too straightforward?' as you hold in a giggle.

"Yes, I would like that very much" a beat, "and...apology accepted."

Bob's shoulders relaxed, and his face beamed with relief and delight. He hadn't noticed the breath he held in with his mind fully preoccupied with the thought of your rejection and possibly resentment for his own little football mistake. But he felt grateful it gave him an opportunity to have the courage to talk to you.

He noticed; you sat by the shoreline, mesmerised by the twinkle of ocean waves, attentive to the sound of nature clashing and contemplating. He wondered what you were thinking, what you were feeling. He wanted to peek inside and see. The mellow breeze blew past you, strands of hair caught across your face as you tucked them behind your ear with your delicate finger, and a few locks weaved freely, where he thought they were radiating in the sunlight. His soul was screaming at his feet to come up to you and strike up a conversation, yet in his gut, he knew he wouldn't have the bravery to be able to keep you around. But all it took was one brawny pass from Hangman, and an accidental slip-up sends Bob landing at your feet as the fates have it.

Conversations flow effortlessly between you and Bob. How he was growing up, living off his family’s ranch on the outskirts of Texas, where he helped raise cattle and sheeps with his father. He remembers every Saturday, his mother would make him omelettes with an extra side of buttermilk pancakes and explained that's his favourite. His eyes twinkle with childish joy as he runs through his nostalgia, and you laugh along when he exaggerates the motion of hands, so immersed in his stories that made you wish you had witnessed it too. In return, you shared your side of the story.

Little by little at first; then all at once, you spilt them out. You’ve never met someone that listened to your life story as intently as him before. Most people you’ve met quickly brush you off as sensitive or overreacting, but Bob, he listens. He laughs along with you at the parts that made you happy and frowned at the memories you lived through that made your eyes wet. He understands how lonely you felt, living in a repeated cycle, but you’ve always looked on the brighter side of life. A life that’s filled with nothing but love, and he hoped that he could be a part of it someday.

Aviators started to roll into The Hard Deck, and that’s when you both knew it was your cue to leave. Bob insisted on walking you home, but you politely declined and reassured him you lived close by. That it’s perfectly safe to walk home while the sun is still up. Before he leaves, he turns and blinks at you, debating something inside his head but decides to ask anyway.

“C-can I see you again? I hope this isn’t too much, but I want to um- talk to you again. I uh- Oh, I work nearby- I-I’m a naval officer, like one of those aviators, well, a lieutenant. Actually, a weapon system officer, w-which is-“ he sealed his lips together to stop himself from babbling on any further embarrassment. But you find his reaction rather cute.

“I knew you were special,” you whispered inaudibly to yourself.

“What?”

“Nothing…Um, of course! I’d love to meet you again.” You flashed a toothy smile in response.

Bob instantly melts into your grin, and the word ‘love’ echoes inside his head. He never had anyone use the word ‘love’ to him before, not in a genuine way. He heard his teammates use it in the context of things like 'Hangman loves the feeling of the need for speed' or 'Rooster loves to beat the shit out of Hangman when he steps out of line.' All of these were in the context of things. But hearing in your silky voice, it’s something he never learned until now. That the word ‘love’ has such a powerful feeling— this intense warmth he never wants to let go of and one he can’t bear to lose.

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Blood for the Blood god.

Tavya goes into the depths of the undercity to rescue Halsin from Orin’s torment.

TW: Blood, battle, talk of loss, violence, mild language (like, one b word, that’s about it.)

Also, Act 3 spoilers. Read at your own peril.

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Do you have proof of your faith to our lord?

The door to Bhaal’s temple awaited Tav’s reply. She held up the amulet. “I have proven myself. I carry an Amulet of Bhaal, let me pass.”

You hold proof of faith, but to hold and deserve are different. Have you proven yourself in the Dread Lord’s eyes.

Tavya’s eyes narrowed as she eyed the door. “I slaughtered the Murder Tribunal. Sarevok’s blood has been spilled for Bhaal.”

Unorthodox. . . But a show of faith nonetheless. Walk in Blood.

The door slowly lifted, revealing the passageway within. Tav looked over her shoulder at her companions, who stood behind her, nervously shifting their feet.

Well, all except for Lae’Zel. She seemed to vibrate in anticipation of the coming violence, her giant githyanki longsword held in her hands, ready to strike at a moments notice.

“Last chance to turn around,” Tav said, turning to face them.

“Halsin needs help.” Karlach shifted her axe off her shoulder.

“Chk! Only a coward would turn back now,”

Shadowheart took in a deep steadying breath. “Well, someone has to keep you folks alive,”

Tav smiled gratefully.

“Let's go.”

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The journey through the dungeon was difficult, as every step of their way was tested by the servants of Bhaal. Tav could feel the blood dripping off of her hands by the time they finally made it to the doors of the inner sanctum, and a good bit of it was her own.

A grim determination settled in her eyes. She was loathe to rest when they were so close, but she also knew the prior fights had left them depleted. They found a secluded chamber in the Undercity ruins nearby to make camp.

Tav sat by their small fire, running a whetstone along the edge of her blade. Lae’Zel joined her, offering her some oil to ease the process.

“Thank you,” said Tav, taking the oil and dripping some along the blade.

“You are at unrest.” Lae’Zel observed.

“That would be one way to put it.”

“You crave this battle,”

Tav paused with her whetstone, thumbing the blade to test the sharpness.

“I never crave battle.” She said, resuming with the whetstone. “But Orin made a mistake taking someone I care about.”

“I wonder. . . Is this something you would have done for the rest of us?”

Tav looked over at Lae’Zel. “Of course, I would have. What makes you think otherwise?”

“It is that Halsin and you seem particularly close. It is clear you desire one another. Would you have taken such risks if myself, or any of the others were taken instead?”

Tav set down the whetstone and sheathed her blade.

“You– all of you– have become like family to me. There is hardly nothing I wouldn't do to make sure you were safe.”

“T’skva. A weakness to be exploited,”

“No, it's where my strength comes from.” Tav’s eyes bore into Lae’Zel. “I know your customs aren't like mine. Your kind are all about survival of the fittest. But here, in Faerun, true strength comes from those who choose to fight by your side, not from what your power is alone.”

Lae’Zel considered her words. Truly, some of her most glorious battles had happened after meeting her on the illithid ship. And always in the company of the others in their group. There was truth to her words.

Tavya continued. “And as someone who has been on both sides of that line, I can assure you that I am stronger for the friends and companions I have than I ever was when I wandered by myself.”

She handed the oil back to Lae’Zel.

“So yes, if Orin had taken you, I would have come for you with just as much zeal.”

Lae’Zel held Tav’s gaze. Those eyes were unwavering in her conviction. She nodded her head in reply as she pocketed the blade oil and returned to her bedroll.

Tav finished maintaining her weapons and armor and tried to rest, but meditation was fleeting. After failing for several hours, she sat up and looked over at Shadowheart, who was on watch.

“Get some sleep. I'll take watch.”

Shadowheart turned to face her. “It isn't your turn yet,”

“And rest is evading me. I might as well stay awake.”

Shadowheart came over to her and sat down beside her.

“I'll keep you company for a bit.” She said.

They sat in silence for a while, staring into the crackling embers of the fire. At length, Shadowheart spoke.

“I overheard what you said to Lae’Zel.”

Tav pulled her gaze from the fire and looked at the young half elf beside her.

“I. . . I’ve never had anyone care for me like this before. I'm at a loss.”

Tav’s somber face broke as a small smile lifted her face.

“Your parents love you very much,” she said, looping an arm around Shadowheart's back.

“How do you know?” She asked. “How could you possibly know?”

“Because I am a mother myself.” Tav explained. “And I would have done anything for my daughter.”

Shadowheart blinked in surprise.

“You have a daughter?”

Tav’s smile faded as she pulled a locket from beneath her shirt.

“I did.”

“Oh. . . I'm sorry.”

Tav opened the locket and looked at the image within. Shadowheart could see the family portrait.

“Who is he?” She asked, pointing at Terryn’s likeness.

“My husband.”

“What happened to them?”

Tav sighed heavily as she closed the locket and put it away beneath her tunic.

“They’re both gone.”

“Gods. . . I'm sorry.”

Tav leaned her shoulder and gave Shadowheart a nudge. “It's alright. . . The wounds are still fresh, but becoming more bearable. All of you had a part in that.”

“And Halsin?”

“Especially Halsin.”

Shadowheart nodded in understanding. In the course of their journey she had come to love everyone, even Lae’Zel, as family.

“We’ll get him back.” She said, resting a reassuring hand on Tav’s arm. “With Selune’s guidance.”

Tav nodded. “And the Oak Father’s blessing.” She said.

They continued to watch the fire until Shadowheart began to sway as she fell asleep. Tav adjusted her legs so that Shadowheart could lay her head in her lap.

“Sleep well,” Tav whispered.

Then, out of impulse, or practiced routine, she didn't know which, she bent over and gently kissed Shadowheart's temple.

Even tho Tav hadn't rested very much, she felt revived once what they could only assume was the morning sun began lightening the Undercity. She took a moment to offer up a quick prayer before joining the others on the path up to Bhaal’s temple.

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“We’ve got a hell of a fight coming. You ready for it?”

Karlach came up next to Tav, her axe resting easy on her shoulder.

Tav checked her pack and reassured herself with the stash of health potions within. “I'm ready. How many potions do you have?”

“One or two, I think.”

“Well, is it one or two?” Tav said, raising an eyebrow. “You're the one who is going to be taking the brunt of this.”

Karlach checked the pouch at her belt and looked up sheepishly. “Uh. . .one.”

Tav huffed and pulled out three more potions from her pack. The stronger ones that could heal deeper wounds.

“Here. Use them wisely.”

“Thanks, Mama T.” Karlach said as she gratefully pocketed the vials. Tav looked over at Lae’Zel.

“How about you, how many healing potions do you have?” She asked, walking over.

Lae’Zel took a quick look. “I have 3 small vials.”

Tav pressed two more bottles into her hand. “Take these.”

“My thanks.”

“I’m good on potions, and my spells can heal me too.” Said Shadowheart.

Tav nodded, then looked at the 3 small vials left to her before shouldering her pack.

It would have to do.

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Getting through the main door of the temple was easier than Tav had anticipated. All that had been needed was the amulet, and no proof of faith was asked for.

Blood soaked stone surrounded them on all sides, and the smell of rotting flesh and fresh blood intermingled together into a fetid stench. As they came out into the main chamber, they spotted the alter to Bhaal, situated below them down a grand staircase. The visage of a skull was carved into the stone above it, leering at those who beheld it with red glowing eyes.

Tav’s breath came out in a stifled gasp.

There was Halsin, bound hand and foot in chains, with Orin kneeling over him. He looked unconscious.

Something told Tav that was a mercy.

“Easy soldier,” Karlach gripped Tav’s armored shoulder. “Keep your head about you.”

Tav took in a steadying breath and nodded as a familiar look of determination settled in.

“Let's go. . . There is no stealth about this mission,” she said, heading down the stairs.

“Hush, hush, I hear footsteps trip-trapping on the Murder Lord’s stone.” Orin’s voice was a hiss, as if through gritted teeth. She spoke to Halsin as if he could hear her. It grated Tav’s ears. “It lied to me. It lets the tyrant live, and crawls into Bhaal’s sanctum instead.”

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Tav stopped a few yards away. Orin was unpredictable, and she didn't know if she would slaughter Halsin right then and there. Orin looked up with murderous eyes.

“Oh…tsk tsk tsk… did it think it could protect? Did it think it could save? Only the blade can offer salvation.” That wicked red dagger, with the Netherstones embedded in its hilt, glinted maliciously in the light as Orin moved to slit Halsin’s throat.

“Anything you do to him, I will inflict on you tenfold.” Tav said with a growl.

Orin paused, intrigued. “And what does it think it could inflict?”

“Fight us and find out.”

“It thinks I should give up this sacrifice. How quaint.” Orin’s neck twisted in an unsettling fashion so she could lock eyes with Tav.

“You’re the one who said Bhaal wanted us to fight. Won’t he reject this offering?” Tav pointed out, remembering all she could about the god of murder.

“You do not lie. It is your blood I am determined to spill. Your death spot will stain these walls, little lamb.” she stood up and stepped over Halsin, jumping lightly to the ground and approaching the group. “Your murder should have been exquisite, a crypt born effigy to Bhaal's bleeding dawn. Now, it will be nothing. It is ruined.”

“I will ensure you will meet the same fate as your grandfather,” Tav warned. “In fact, I'll send you to him myself.”

Orin froze, her face twisting in rage.

“No. No! His crimson was mine to spill!”

“Beat you to it, bitch!” Tav retorted.

Karlach cast a side-eye at Lae’Zel and Shadowheart. This was a side of Tav they hadn’t seen before. Lae’Zel nodded and readied herself.

“You wretch! I will bathe in your blood!” Orin screeched. She looked up at the ceiling with outstretched arms “Come to me, Father. Set my flesh to your unholy purpose!”

Orin’s bones snapped and rearranged, and in what looked like an explosion of blood, transformed before them into a monstrous beast. A toothy maw opened up in a roar, and four arms ending in cruel clawed hands extended towards them. A long tail flicked back and forth, ready to swipe someone's feet from under them. And it was twice as tall as Karlach. Tav took a moment to recenter herself. She had only heard of such creatures. Slayers, a higher form of shape-changers known to serve Bhaal. She sent up a quick prayer to Sylvanus.

“I know I’m not the best of your followers, but you have always helped Halsin…. I beg you, help me save him again.” She muttered under her breath as her free hand went to where her amulet rested under her breastplate. She cast her hunters mark as she pulled her bow from her shoulder and nocked an arrow.

“Karlach! Lae’Zel! Now!”

“You are not the only one who craves blood, istick!” Lae’Zel cried, charging with her silver greatsword at the ready. Karlach let out a war cry of her own, her infernal engine going to work as she once again used a soul coin.

Shadowheart looked around a the baleful clerics that surrounded the platform, praying to their obscene god. Their chanting sent power to the skull, which then protected Orin with a shimmering red shield of energy. Two more of the cultists fanned out on either side, readying their weapons.

“I got the clerics, Tav. Get the other two!” Shadowheart called out as she ran towards the nearest one. She tried to swing at him with her mace, but found her blow ineffective. He had cast Sanctuary on himself. He looked at Shadowheart smugly as he continued to chant.

“Well then, guess we’ll do a different approach,” Shadowheart huffed. “Ire et Dolor!”

A flash of golden light and her guardians appeared, swirling around her in a protective circle. They centered in on the cleric and attacked, hitting him with radiant energy. With a look of shock and terror, he burst into white flame and fell screaming to the floor.

One down, 7 more to go. Shadowheart cast a healing spell on Karlach, who had gotten hit a few times before moving on to the next one.

As Karlach and Lae’Zel kept Orin occupied, Tavya went to work on the other two. The first one went down easy, with an arrow in his throat. The other one, however, had a trick up their sleeve.

They went invisible.

Too bad for them, Tavya had a tool at her disposal. At the beginning of their journey, the eccentric bard Volo had offered to try and remove the parasite, and Tav, desperate as she had been, and maybe a little drunk, had agreed.

Volo’s exploration of her orbital cavity had resulted in her eye being popped out. To avoid the wrath of the elven ranger, Volvo offered a replacement. A magic item that could see invisibility: An All-Seeing Eye.

Tav could see him, creeping around to her side, a cruel looking sword drawn and a spell at the ready in his hands. Tav pretended she didn’t see him, instead sending an arrow off towards Orin. Just as the cultist was about to strike, Tav pounced, pulling out her sword and swiping its keen edge across his belly. His guts spilled to the floor, and he looked on in shock as he fell to his knees in his own viscera.

“Nice try,” said Tav, her attention zeroing in on Orin.

Shadowheart had finished off about half of the chanting cultists by then. Karlach finally landed a hit on one of Orin’s claws. An ear splitting screech echoed in the cavern and Orin retaliated, focusing all of her fury on the barbarian.

This was going to be a long fight. Tav fired off arrow after arrow, only to watch as Orin dodged them with unnatural speed. Orin was frighteningly fast in this form. She laid into Karlach and Lae'Zel with a barrage of hits, slicing their skin through their armor as if it wasn’t even there. Karlach managed a few solid hits on the creature’s body, but after a few moments, it was clear that they might be outmatched by the monster.

Four strikes sliced across Karlach’s body and sent her skidding backwards. She had managed to keep her feet, but blood was pouring from the wounds. Karlach reached into the pouch on her belt and pulled out a potion.

Tav knew it wasn’t going to be enough.

“On my oath, as a servant of Sylvanus, You will die today!” She cried, letting her arrow loose.

After several more tense moments and exhausting all of their potions and spells, Lae’Zel was hit hard and flung across the platform to crash into Shadowheart, who lost her concentration on her guardians. Tav herself had just received a nasty blow to her arm, and it burned as she moved towards the edge of the platform, pulling her bow from her shoulder. She cast hunter’s mark on Orin once again, as the latest onslaught had broken her concentration.

A green and golden glow shone through the cavern as the arrow streaked towards its target. The shot was straight and true, landing into Orin’s chest. It buried itself deep, bursting into vines that wrapped around Orin’s beastly body and dropped her to the floor, writhing in agony. Karlach took advantage of the opening and buried her axe deep into the monster’s leg. Orin responded by diving a claw into Karlach’s shoulder and pushing her back. Tav dropped her bow and ran back up to the creature, brandishing her sword and shield. She blocked one hit, then sliced off the offending hand. Orin screeched and shifted back into her humanoid form, reaching out a pleading hand. Her white skin was no longer visible under all the blood that coated her body.

“No, don’t!” She gasped, clutching at the arrow in her chest.

“The only blood you’ll bathe in is your own, witch.” Tav said, her voice low. She stepped to the side of Orin’s last ditch effort to wound her and swung downward, her adamantine blade neatly slicing into Orin’s exposed neck. Her head dropped to the floor with a thud, the rest of her body following shortly after.

It was finally done. Orin’s body seemed to disintegrate into a pool of blood and viscera, leaving behind only her belongings. The Netherstone gleamed in the hilt of the dagger, inviting her to take it and sieze it’s power.

Tav’s attention was elsewhere tho. She ran over to Karlach and helped her to her feet, shoving her last potion into the tiefling’s hand.

“Here, take this.” She said, uncorking it.

“Thanks, Mama T,” Karlach smiled a grim smile, downing the potion. “Gods that hurt. How are the others?”

Tav glanced around and found Shadowheart helping Lae’Zel to her feet. She too was covered in blood, a satisfied grin on her face. Her armor was now beat up and in desperate need of repairs.

“Do you have anything left?” Shadowheart asked, leading Lae’Zel over to them. “I am all out of everything.”

Tav drew her strength together for one last healing spell, casting it on Lae’Zel so that she would stop bleeding from every cut on her body. For the moment, everyone was alive and on their feet. It would have to do for now. She looked back to the altar where Halsin lay still and motionless and began to see red. Literally.

Tav wiped away the blood that had begun to drip into her eye. She had gotten a nasty cut that stretched vertically from her cheekbone to the middle of her forehand.

“Ooh, that looks bad,” Karlach grabbed Tav’s arm and looked her over. “You got a potion?” Tav shook her head. “No, I gave you my last one. Thankfully, it didn’t hit my eye.” She dabbed at the wound with the back of her glove as she rushed over to Halsin, who lay totally and completely vulnerable on the cold stone.

“Halsin! Can you hear me?” Tav worked to remove the chains, but it was useless. She couldn’t break the lock, and she had left her lock pick kit back at camp to make room for the healing potions.

“Damn it, there has to be a key somewhere,” Tav looked around desperately until a glint on the gruesome pile that was Orin caught her eye. She ran over to it and found a small key.

“Gods I hope this works,” Tav muttered to herself as she rushed back over to the alter and tried the key in the locks.

A click, and the cuff fell away from Halsin’s wrist. In desperate haste she unlocked his other hand and the cuffs around his ankles, then leaned over him, grasping each side of his face.

“Halsin? Halsin!”

He didn’t respond. Tav climbed up onto the altar, and pulled Halsin’s head and shoulders into her lap. “Halsin!”

His skin was cold and clammy. Tav feared the worst. “No. . . No, no, no, no, no.” Tav squeezed her eyes shut as the tears flowed down her face. “No, not again. I can’t do this again!” She sobbed, holding Halsin close. She buried her face into the crook of his neck, taking no comfort now in the familiar smell of leather and herbs that came from his shirt.

“We can’t leave Halsin,” said Karlach.

The others looked on helplessly as Tav wept on the altar. Shadowheart looked around furtively. “We should leave this place.’ She said.

“He is too heavy to take with us,” said Lae’Zel, always the pragmatist. “And in our condition, we are far too weak to carry him.”

Karlach growled in frustration and looked over at Tav.

“Just give her a moment, okay?”

Tav clutched Halsin close to her heart. She kissed his forehead before looking up at the stone ceiling of the cavern above her.

“Please, Sylvanus! Help us!” She sobbed.

She said nothing more, only continued to hold the elven Druid, lightly rocking back and forth.

A warm sensation began in her chest, then extended down her arm. She looked up and saw her hand glowing in a pale green light.

One last bit of healing magic that was left to her.

Tav closed her eyes and sighed, pressing the palm of her hand onto Halsin’s chest, her forehead against his as she silently prayed.

A few moments later, and she felt trembling fingers cover her own, then heard Halsin take in a deep breath and cough as he finally came back to consciousness. He looked up at Tav in bewilderment.

“You came for me?. . . I. . .Thank you.”

Tav sobbed as relief flooded her. “Of course I did! I’ll always come for you!”

Halsin moved to sit up opposite of Tav on the altar. “I feared Orin’s accursed grin would be the last thing I ever beheld.” He grabbed Tav by the shoulders. “You are really Tavya, yes?” He asked. “You’re not Orin again, come back to torment me?”

“It’s me, Halsin.” Tav cupped his cheek in her hand, her tears freely and unashamedly falling down her face.

“Recall something, anything that only you have told me then.” Halsin asked. “Please, I need this peace.”

Tav looked up at him and thought for a moment. She knew she would have to remember something from before defeating Ketheric.

“Remember our first night in the Shadowlands?”

“Of course, I woke you from a nightmare.”

Tav nodded. “I told you about my life before the Nautoloid, before all of this. About my daughter and husband.”

“What were their names?” Halsin asked apprehensively.

Tav pulled the locket and ring out from under her armor, the silver chain glittered in the light. “Japheth and Terryn.”

Halsin pulled her in for a bone crushing hug, finally letting relief flood him to his very core. He buried his face into her hair that still smelled of mint and rosemary in spite of being soaked in blood and the battle that she had just fought. Tavya winced as her unhealed wounds made their presence known, but she didn't care, and wrapped her arms as far as she could reach around the druid. His shoulders began to shake as he wept in relief.

Tav let him. After everything he had just been through, he deserved it.

After a few moments, Tavya tapped his back, kissing his cheek lightly as she pulled away.

“Now lets get the hells out of here.” She said, standing up, wiping her own tears from her face.

“Absolutely.” Halsin agreed, composing himself. He hopped off the table. “But first, let me see to that cut.”

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Ch. 95 // Daze // Day Off

Contents (Warnings): The anxiety and fear (Angst, slight blood mention, character and monster info as always). Read full chapter on A03

Wordcount: 2,300+

Song I correlate to this Chapter: None to report

Sorry the chapter is coming out so late! And I'll be posting the next tomorrow, since I couldn't finish it tonight and both parts together would have been way too long!

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Drake

The difference was more than subtle. When someone took Drake's blood or even disgustingly ate him, he felt their body tug gently, stringing his energy out like yarn. Noticeable, terrifying, yet delicate.

When dealing with a magus like Andras, it was as if Drake had a coating of energy desperately clinging to every crevice inside his body, only for Andras to painfully pull it out, just like that contraction of tentacles that bore their way around Drake's mouth to silence him.

Drake couldn't breathe nor twist away; Andras squeezed at Drake's temples. It threatened to crush them if he attempted to leave his grip.

The desperation worsened, screaming from within the confines of his flesh. Even more robust than the anger he had boiling over.

Drake was weakened; without magic, mobility, and power—Andras could kill him here and now.

His body's desire to feed grew, and his fangs extended out from his gums in response. Andras was taking too much of his energy. His mouth refused to close; he couldn't hold his need nor his body's response for survival.

The less energy he had, the less coherent his thoughts became—they were drowned out by the increasing thumps of everyone's heartbeats. Even making a noise felt impossible as if his lungs had collapsed from the energy Andras had drained.

"Answer me, and I'll let you go."

The curly-haired male's voice was so faint, a whisper compared to the constant drumming of everyone in the room.

What. Say what. Drake couldn't remember what he asked. What did Andras even say? All Drake knew was that it made him mad.

He heard Andras's voice again, and Drake tried to charge forward, sharpened fangs, only to feel the pressure on his skull increase, accompanied by an internal cracking.

"There's an intruder. Why did you have Terrance stop me!"

Another heartbeat Drake had heard before, along with her sound.

"I wanted to make sure you didn't kill him. Bring short fuse back to me, alive."

In his clouded judgment, Drake's ears touched at the nickname. Amid his suffering and panic, he had forgotten the question, and now it was clear.

Andras didn't ask whether he'd kill Alexander or not for no reason; the curly-haired bastard rarely ever did. He asked because...Chase is here.

...

Lynette

I only imagined what happened to Osiris as Andras held Drake's head.

It caused anxiety to flare my nerves into crazed, dread-filled sparks. And those ignitions drove the adrenaline to move my body to Drake.

Though Zetsu's hands clutched either side of my upper arms. They restrained and saved me.

His squeeze begged me not to launch myself into danger.

He was right. I couldn't do anything. I doubted Andras would let me live if I stepped out of line and the giant of a man Terrance begged me to.

My sight flowed back from around the office to Drake again. Please don't kill him. I begged in my head.

I couldn't hear their exchange. So the office was quiet, besides the soft noise from beyond the open double doors.

The sudden loud tone of Andras made both Zetsu and I jump. "Victoria just passed by. Can you grab her, Terrance?"

Soundless as always, Terrance turned back to the double doors, left, and then a minute later returned holding Victoria's arm.

"There's an intruder at the barrier. Why did you have Terrance stop me!" The woman with yellow eyes, like Lev, protested and hissed.

Andras chuckled and watched her attempt to get Terrance to loosen his grip on her forearm. The male with a ponytail grinned at her tries.

Andras said, "I wanted to ensure you didn't kill Short Fuse. I'd like him alive."

Victoria halted. Her nose wrinkled with her snooty tone, "alive, really?"

"Don't be like that," the curly-haired males teased her childish disdain.

"You know it's a lot harder to capture people alive."

Who are they talking about?

"That's true," Andras said, "however, I don't care what you do. We can put him back together later as long as he's still breathing."

Victoria lowered her head, exhaled, and sighed, "fine."

Terrance let Victoria go, and she jogged out the doors.

"I'll be joining you down there soon!" Andras shouted. Soon, his head tilted back, and his eyes locked onto mine. "Lynette."

I stood up straight.

"Can you be a doll and come here," he asked in a way that came off more as a demand.

Zetsu let me go, but I refused to step closer. "Wi-will you stop hurting him if I do?"

Andras studied me, his expression blank at first, then gained life with his warped smile, "Aw, don't worry, Lynette. I'd sooner kill you than him." He pursed his lips together and mocked Drake by shaking his head roughly, "I'd never get rid of someone so valuable that easily."

He returned his attention to me, "Does that make you feel better?"

No. I thought.

I didn't answer and moved closer. I didn't have anywhere to go if I did run. The exit out of Andras's office was guarded by Terrance, and the only other way to go was the elevator, which only led to the basement.

A mocking smirk spread across Andras' face as he purred, "Good girl." Then swiftly let go of Drake's head, pushed him back, and grabbed me.

He put me between himself and Drake, who recoiled.

His free hand came up and laced itself between my already tangled curls. His fingers tightened like steel cables, forcing my head back so I couldn't see what was coming.

My eyes were forced to look at him or the ceiling.

His other hand hooked into my collar and tugged. It burned the right side of my neck and tore on the left, exposing the flesh further for Drake.

When I moved my hands, his poisonous vocals shut it down. "He'll die without energy."

The second or two more, I didn't move; I felt Drake's head bury into my neck. The sharp pain followed, enough to force a wheeze from my cords.

My eyes flickered off the dark wood and well-lit ceiling and to Andras. I could barely see him past Drake, though that wicked grin was hard to ignore even as everything grew dim.

"You play your part well, Lynette."

...

Drake

His sense of reality returned in the midst of, yet again, drinking Lynette's blood. He hadn't even opened his eyes to confirm it.

His stomach stirred, a mix of disgust in himself and the sweet satisfaction that her ichor supplied.

He pressed his body into hers—his arms were still bound.

Drake was drawn to keep himself between all the others and her. He watched them as he continued to drink more than he needed—Drake impulsively gulped down what he wanted.

"She's lucky your venom regenerates her blood cells, isn't she? Other than that, she'd be an empty husk by now." Andras's tone thrummed from above. He had dropped Lynette after she passed out.

Drake released his fangs, continuously huffing from the current buzz of overindulgence. "You-" Drake stumbled up only to fall back over; his vision and body were still dazed. He drank too much. It was a feeling he hadn't had since the festival.

Andras pointed to the two nearest to the tall string bean. "Zetsu, take Drake and Lynette downstairs for me," Andras said. "And don't worry about unbinding Drake's arms. If all goes well, he has another client soon."

Drake fumbled to his feet, "I-"

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you see Short Fuse real soon. Maybe in remanence of our old happy time together." Andras waved him off.

Drake wobbled to Andras, and then the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. His vision swiftly turned back and locked onto Zetsu as he picked up Lynette from the ground.

Don't touch her. He pursued Zetsu into the elevator and wished he could yank her from him.

He shouldn't be holding her. She's... The numbing realization buzzed in his head when the doors closed behind him, and his reflection was seen.

He didn't trust anyone here. Anyone working for Andras wasn't good, but his reaction wasn't all for her own protection. Drake had a compulsion to keep her near him, watch over every inch of her, and secure her in his own grasp.

I've only had her blood twice in a row. Drake knew that. Addiction didn't happen that early, yet these circumstances were not normal. He had been nearly entirely drained on both occasions, so his body had been desperate. Now it was, too. It wanted to ensure his source of energy remained intact and his.

Shame clashed with his need for control.

It didn't stop until she awoke when they walked down the long barred hall.

She jumped, being held closely in Zetsu's arm. A soft and high-pitched yelp popped from her mouth. Frightened, Zetsu almost dropped her.

"Don't," Drake ordered; he couldn't let Lynette be hurt.

Zetsu listened. He held Lynette and slowly put her onto the ground when she requested it. He's so skittish.

Drake felt the eyes watching them from beyond the bars. He moved near Lynette to keep her close to himself.

They had stopped, allowing Drake to feel the eyes of those behind him peering through their bars.

"Drake?"

He snapped back to her and noticed how close he had gotten. His eyes tipped to her flesh, and his fangs wanted to meet her for more. It tried to preserve himself in case he was drained once more. Andras did it on purpose. Drake knew the bastard pushed for him to be addicted to Lynette.

He fought to step away from her against the alluring lull of her heart, "can you walk?"

"I can...do you feel better?"

He shook his head, ensuring his bangs fell securely over his eyes. They were curtains he draped close to hide away. "Don't ask if I feel better. None of this makes me feel good." He didn't know why he was so open, especially in the middle of this foul-smelling hall.

He pressed himself into her to direct her ahead. Zetsu clearly didn't know what to do when he moved with her further down.

"Hey!"

He has no confidence. Drake brewed a distraction in his head, maybe even a way to take him down and get out of this place.

It only reminded him of what was happening above. He snapped his teeth together.

Behind them, Zetsu's hand grabbed Drake's shoulder, and Drake yelled instead.

"FUCK!"

It made Lynette spring and turn to him quickly, and Zetsu yanked his hand back. The halls were quiet, as if anyone inside the cells expected Drake to put on a show.

Drake didn't care. He was pissed. "Alexander's so stupid; why the hell is he even coming alone. HE DOESN'T THINK ABOUT THESE THINGS."

"Xander's here?"

Drake roared out in frustration, "He is HERE. They are sending Victoria after him, AND even if he's able to avoid her or maybe beat her, there are so many others here, too." Drake's concern swelled and came out in angry fits of curses.

"Wouldn't he tell people what happened? Or where he was going?"

"Knowing Alexander, No. He's so..." Drake looked at the nice brick portion of the wall that looked perfect for his head to bang into. "He always does this. He doesn't think, he acts-" Remorse pet his heart, while regret plowed up from his lungs and to his throat. It burned like acid reflux. "He doesn't give up even though I-I tried to kill him."

...

(4 years and a few months ago)

Drake

"He's so," Drake yelled after he rubbed his forearm. The bite or two from clients always had a way of lingering without the wound being there.

Andras, sitting back on one of the couches in the main room, continued to count his money and spoke between the numbers, "What's the matter, Drake?"

Drake paced, his eyes occasionally wandering to the stage on his right and the pole. A strip club as a cover for this business is still weird. His mind didn't linger on it. He answered Andras. "Alexander."

Andras's lips perked with a smile, "your secret lover, what about him?"

He retched at the tease. It was rare for him to get sick by simple thoughts, but that made him feel like throwing up. Drake spat in disgust. "I hate that prodigy."

The curly-haired male placed the money down. "Hmm, a prodigy, huh? You've never mentioned that."

That catches your attention. Is it because he's a kindred spirit? Drake rolled his eyes, going on, "He's a hybrid, Magus and Wendigo."

"Interesting, I didn't think such a combination was possible." Drake noticed an unusual excitement in Andras's eyes. "Though price-wise, no one wants to buy a hybrid."

"He tastes disgusting," Drake remarked.

Andras sat back on the couch and snickered at Drake's response, "It's okay, I have no intention of replacing you." He tilted his head back and forth, thinking, "But...maybe you can introduce me to him."

Drake's eyes squinted so hard he could barely see through them, "Why would I want to do that?"

Andras put both of his arms over the top of the long couch. "I wanna watch you take him down."

"I can't. He's a prodigy."

Andras pushed up and leaned over the table toward Drake, "It doesn't matter how powerful you think they are; if you know their weaknesses, then you can take them down."

Andras slid the money he was previously counting to Drake, "Don't worry though, I won't make you introduce us." Andras whispered, "I'll find another time to meet him later."

Upon taking the money, Drake pointed the wad of cash back at Andras, "You aren't."

"Okay, okay," He held his palms up, "if you'd rather live in his shadow forever, that's your life."

"I'm not in his shadow."

Andras's contained his laugh, "mhm." He parted his lips after a minute of muffled laughter, "From the sounds of it, those around you praising him, they won't recognize you unless you prove it to them," He got up and leaned close enough to Drake to tap his nose. Drake pulled back, offended. "What better way to show them than by beating someone outclassing you?"

He didn't move in close enough for Andras to tap his nose a second time. He stayed back and swayed the idea in his head. "It can't happen."

"It can.~"

"You're optimistic."

Andras denied the claim and walked to the same side as Drake, "no, I simply know everyone has their own vulnerability, sometimes with power, their own morals, convictions, it might take time, but you can always find out what makes someone tick." He laughed.

The way Andras talked sometimes reminded Drake that he had to traverse carefully with him. "I'm still not bringing you to him."

"You won't have to."

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All Eyes On Me (Live)

Part 32 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

Word Count: ~7K

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INSIDE: A Life Performance Set List: _ 1957 What's The Matter We Kept The Lights On Young at Heart Runaway Kind

_ Never Gonna Give You Up (Cover) In Your Eyes (Cover) Rocket Man (Cover) _ Are You Thirsty That Funny Feeling All Eyes On Me _ [Redacted] Final Song ___

Liz POV

It's happened only a handful of time since our beach date, but every time it happens, I can't help but let my heart soar.

I'm watching a beautiful Y/N sleep next to me.

Before you ask or say anything, we're clothed and haven't done it yet, you nasties.

She looks so peaceful. The way the sunlight beams into the room and bounces around, lighting her up, is a gorgeous sight.

I raise my hand and hover it above her ridged nose. I move my hand down without touching her. I keep moving my hand down her until I stop above the ring on her hand, lying on her chest.

The ring holding my promises.

I let my eyes wander back to Y/N's closed eyes. "I love you," I whisper into the morning air. "I do. I really do.. It's not lost on me that you haven't said it back to me yet, and I get it, Y/N.. but I know you do. Just-" I sigh and move closer to her. "Just don't leave me again. Please. Don't."

I mean that in the literal sense. I don't want Y/N to book the first flight out of here because she's scared of us or the heartbreak that could (but won't) come.

I also mean it in another way.

I haven't told Y/N. But since our beach date, I've had the same nightmare three times.

It starts with Y/N and me backstage somewhere. Her eyes are red, and I feel in my stomach that it's because of me. I have her hands in mine, and I'm talking and talking, but in the blink of an eye, she's gone. And we're no longer backstage; instead, I'm surrounded by my friends and family in a private waiting room of a hospital. I keep looking around looking for my girlfriend, but she's not there.

I'm scared in my nightmare.

I'm panicking.

I can feel the necklace that Y/N gave to me bouncing off my chest as my breathing quickens.

And then I wake up...

"Liz?"

I snap my eyes from the ring that they've fallen to again up to see Y/N stirring awake. "Hi, pretty girl." I throw on a smirk to cover what my brain was working overtime for.

"What time is it?" Y/N asks in her cute morning grumble. "It's still early," I reply in a hushed tone. "You can still sleep." Y/N moves herself closer to me and wraps her arms around me. "You sure?" I lower my head to her chest and hum in agreement.

It doesn't take long for her breathing to even out again. "I love you," I say once again. To my surprise, I hear a broken-up mumble above me. My eyes shoot open with a smile on my face at the sleep-fueled mumbling words.

"I love you too."

Y/N POV

Saturday, July 31st, 2021

"You good?"

I look up to my bearded friend. Since when did we get into this room? The green room? I look around before finding my eyes on Robbie again. I nod as he asks me the same question again. "I'm good. Just-" "Nervous?" "Scared.. About it all."

Robbie sniffs his nose and sits down next to me. "I get it. But after the night is done, you'll have given it your all. That's what's important." I nod along. "You're not doing it alone either. I'll be there." He nudges me and laughs. "Until you get rid of me at the end of the night." I laugh and shove Robbie. "Oh please, you're harder to get rid of than you think."

I lean into Robbie. "Thank you again." Robbie laughs before standing up. "Thank you, Y/N. Now let's kill it, huh?"

Here we go.

I follow the band down a corridor before it dumps us out to door. Without missing a beat, I walk past the members of Milo Greene and out the door. Once outside, I can hear the murmurs of the crowd beyond the giant curtain blocking the stage.

With careful steps, I make my way to center stage. I smile to myself. I'm here. In this moment.

I hear the door close to my right and see Robbie standing there. He shoots me a nod. Letting me know it's almost time. I send him one back and mouth a 'thank you.' He sent me a tight-lipped smile with something behind it that I couldn't quite place my finger on.

However, before I could question it, I felt a buzz from my phone.

When I take it out, I see a multitude of texts from friends saying that they made it. But it's the most recent one that catches my eye.

Aubrey 🔪

We're here. If you don't make her yours tonight, I'm taking her.

Sounds about right.

Liz POV

"Why are we going again?"

I rest my head against the passenger seat and ask my stubborn friend Aubrey for the sixth time tonight.

"Because it's to support your super friendly ex and his band. Plus, they're raising money to donate to the Stuart House, so quit your bitching." Aubrey smirks at me. I just playfully roll my eyes. I'm not bitching; I just don't want to go. I mean, I do but.. I was supposed to go with Y/N.

The day Robbie personally asked me to be here for this event and what it was for, I told Y/N everything. I told her about Stuart House and all the outstanding work that goes on there. I told her about my thoughts of wanting the two of us to be publicly seen together (even though we weren't together), which seemed to go over well. What I didn't tell her about were my nightmares. I didn't tell her about that little piece in the back of my mind that still feels guilt for the day she left—worried that it would happen again.

But Y/N actually beamed with pride and support for myself and Robbie. She told me that she would be there hand in hand with me and joked that she would get on stage and sing to me. With Robbie!

What a load of shit.

Because two days ago she went dark. Off the grid. Max and her brother have no clue where she is. I texted her mom and got nothing. I messaged Scarlett just in case, and she hasn't heard anything. My sisters haven't heard anything either, but to be fair, they just got into LA yesterday. They said something about being here for models and that they might stop by the event, but whatever.

I would be paranoid that she got kidnapped or worse, but my stomach doesn't feel like a pit of darkness. Instead, I feel like everyone knows something I don't.

"She said it."

I break the silence that had plagued this car ride. "Who said what?" I turn to Aubrey. "Y/N. I love you." Aubrey's mouth drops as she briefly looks at me before back at the road. "She did?! When?"

I scoff. "Last week." Aubrey lets out a hum before dropping the conversation. I know Y/N doesn't know she said it, but I know she wouldn't say it unless she felt it.

So why love me just to not be here?

This has been on my mind for the last 24 hours, but that stops now because we're here.

Aubrey just put the car in park outside the venue and is looking at her phone. It's the same person she's been texting for days, someone named Brandy. I accidentally looked at the text convo with that person one day, and I swear it's like they talk in code.

"Ready?" I turn to Aubrey and breathe out before putting on a smile. "Yes."

I open the car door and close it. Tonight is a night to relax and to support a friend.

Aubrey POV

I like lying.

Just not to Lizzie. I've known about the plans for tonight since last week. "Come on." I wrap an arm around the now-smiling brunette as we make our way into the venue.

As we pass through the doors and bar area, we're greeted with an open floor with a stage at the front. Standing room only kind of deal. And the place is full. There are only about a handful of people that I don't know. The rest.. well, the rest are Lizzie's and Y/N's friends and family. Other celebrities. And- "Wow." I turn to Lizzie as she tightens her grip on my hand. "I wasn't expecting this tonight!" Lizzie looks around the place before her eyes grow. I look to where she's looking. It's her family. More specifically, her three sisters. They all come over and engulf her in a hug. Like me, they know about Y/N and Lizzie's growing unlabeled relationship. Like me, they know about tonight. So like me, they know how hurt she is at the moment.

Once the hug is over, they greet and hug me. Courtney held onto me longer than the other two. I am her favorite actress, so I get it. "You look good, no I- mean uh" I lift an eyebrow at a panicked Courtney and her ramblings before she runs and pulls her arm around Lizzie. "What?"

"We're going to grab a drink!" Without much of a protest, Lizzie is pulled away while Ash joins them, leaving Mary-Kate and I.

"How is she?" Mary-Kate turns to me once the sisters are out of earshot. "It's been rough," I reply being honest. "She's gonna feel like such a fool later." I laugh.

"Lizzie or Y/N?"

"Both."

We laugh and let our conversation gravitate to other things in the meanwhile. It's not too long before the sisters return with drinks and a water for MK. "Where's Louis?" Lizzie asks Ash after we talk about everything else aside from the real reason we're here. "He'll be here." Lizzie nods and takes a look around just as the lights above the stage flash.

The shows about to begin.

Liz POV

As the curtains open and everyone turns to the front, I can't help but let a smile get slapped onto my face as I see Robbie and the rest of Milo Greene. He looks good. Happy.

Robbie walks up to the mic and scans the crowd. Stopping for a brief moment when he gets to me.

"Good evening, everyone!" Cheers erupt around us. "Thank you all for being here, especially on short notice. If you know me, you know I like things to be planned out, but as has been pointed out to be by Marlana here and people backstage is that sometimes the best things come when all the pieces aren't quite there yet. Music. Friends. Relationships. Life. That's what tonight's performance is about. And if that's too much for you and sounds like a bunch of bologna, then think of tonight as a concert and have fun!" That last sentence earns some laughs, followed by more cheers. "Let's do this!"

With that, Robbie, Marlana, and Graham start a personal favorite of mine, from their debut album, the song 1957.

As this song comes to an end and What's The Matter starts, I feel my phone buzz. And again. Moving my eyes away from the stage and the people around me, I don't bother to take a look; instead, I nudge my sister. "Could you put this in your purse?" I yell over the music. Mary-Kate nods and takes it from me.

As the night has progressed, everyone, including me, has been having the time of our lives, from laughing to singing and dancing like a fool.

In between some songs, people have come and gone around us. Fans of Milo Greene. Some of me. Even some people who I've worked with, like Wyatt Russell, came and said hi to Aubrey and me. Aubrey was her usual self and scared him while my brother pulled Wyatt aside to try and get marvel secrets from him. Seeing as he is now Anti Captain America or whatever. I would've stopped him, but there was no point, plus I was too busy cheering as the band started their cover of Never Gonna Give You Up.

Some songs just really nail it on the head, don't they?

"As you could probably guess, that last song wasn't a Milo Greene original," Robbie speaks into the microphone earning a small chuckle from everyone. Robbie even smiles as he looks down at his feet before looking at his band members and continuing.

"We'd like to do two more covers before I move and sing some brand new material that I, along with my new writing partner, have written these last couple of months. If that's okay?"

This earns some claps and cheers from people gathered around me while I look at Robbie with confusion. No one else seems to do so.

New writing partner?

For the longest, while it was just him, his band mates and myself who wrote with him.

As Robbie gets done tuning his guitar, he finally locks eyes with me. I smile as I feel the warmth from him touch my body. The smile on his face grows before he gives me a slight nod, and then the music starts again. This time it's the song In Your Eyes by Peter Gabriel.

Robbie is singing lead vocals, and as I told this to Robbie multiple times over our relationship, his voice is perfect for 80's Rock/Pop ballads. It seems like he finally listened to someone.

As the chorus picks up, Robbie opens up his own eyes and finds my own once again.

In your eyes The light, the heat (in your eyes) I am complete (in your eyes) I see the doorway (in your eyes) To a thousand churches (in your eyes) The resolution (in your eyes) Of all the fruitless searches (in your eyes)

Graham and Marlana are perfect backup vocals as they all harmonize the 'in your eyes' part.

This only adds to the warmth I feel from Robbie, but when I search his eyes, I can see that he speaking to me in the past. He has moved on. He needed to let me know this.

I watch the performance of this song as the smile I had has faded a bit, but it's quickly replaced as I realize the song has come to a close with people cheering around me. I cheer along and make sure Robbie sees my eyes and the small nod I give him.

Since seeing Robbie in mid-June when I got nominated for an Emmy. Can you believe that? I haven't seen him since, which makes sense. We have separate lives now, and I've fully moved on. But I understand why he gave me that look. We haven't talked or gotten real closure since after and before Y/N about has. Because there is no us. So tonight and that song is a way to get that.

I bring my eyes back to the stage to see Robbie stand up and joins his bandmates center stage.

"Thank you all for showing your support. We truly appreciate it and love all of the love you have given us tonight." Graham says into the microphone as he chokes up a little bit. He is such a big softie. Robbie pats him on the back and pulls him into a hug as Marlana takes over on the mic. She reiterates what Graham has said, but with her own posh, that makes most of the people in the room chuckle. Marlana joins the boys hug before she steps back up to the mic as Graham moves back behind Robbie.

Marlana scans the crowd before her eyes fall to the area where my family and I are. I look in the direction of my sisters and see MK leaning over, talking to someone, but before I can investigate, Marlanas voice stops me.

"When Robbie first told Graham and I about this event here tonight, I instantly took over and could not wait to perform as a group again. However, as time moved on and things progressed, I could slowly see Robbie reaching out more and more to add cover songs and originals like you'll see later this evening." Marlana turns to look at Robbie before giving the crowd her attention again. "I won't lie. I was getting a little pissed off." Even away from the microphone, you can hear Robbie's belly laugh. "But when Robbie and his new writing partner described why each lyric was important and why these songs needed to be sung. I understood." She takes a deep breath, almost as if she composing herself? "I won't tell you all why. That's for you to figure out." She clears her throat as Robbie walks up and place his arm around her. "So once again, thank you all." Robbie pulls Marlana into a big, and I don't think it was suppose to be heard, but the mic caught Robbie thanking her for this moment.

I could feel my face happily pout after hearing this. I looked to my sisters, and they had the same look, with whoever MK was talking to being long gone.

When I looked back to the stage, the hugfest had ended with Marlana and Graham now sitting on their own stools behind Robbie. Robbie fixes the microphone, so it's positioned in front of him at the perfect stool seating height.

The lights around everyone but Robbie start to dim only, leaving Robbie in a soft purple spotlight. Robbie looks to the crowd before his calm voice speaks out.

"As mentioned before, the song I'm going to sing is one that means a lot not only to me but to a select few people in the crowd. And backstage. I hope you all enjoy."

With just a second of silence in between, Robbie starts strumming his guitar.

She packed my bags last night pre-flight Zero hour, nine AM

My eyes widened while heart drops at hearing the first two lines of Rocket Man. Y/N's song. My song. Her dad's song. Now here Robbie is singing it. How?

Why?

Oh my goodness... Oh my!

I peel my eyes away from Robbie to look at my sister, but her eyes are already on me. It's dawning on me at the same time my eyes are becoming glossed over.

I'm not the man they think I am at home Oh no no no I'm a rocket man

Y/N is Robbie's writing partner.

MK sees the realization hit my face as she walks over to me, nodding. As Robbie belts, his heart out, I wrap my older sister into a hug. "It's her." Is all I say as MK nods into my chest before looking up at me. "It's her." She agrees.

I feel another pair of arms interrupting my hug with MK, but I soon realize it's Ashley. Neither of us say anything more as we just enjoy this moment. Another pair of arms wraps themselves around us. Aubrey.

Silent tears are building in my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall.

Y/N POV

I'm standing in the front of the crowd on the left-hand side.

I turn to the crowd as Robbie starts picking the strings on his guitar. That's when I see it dawn on her.

She turns to her sisters, who are already looking at her. They all nod and share the same look. I skim my eyes to the right and see Aubrey already looking at me. She flips me off with a loving smile before putting her arms around the twins. I laugh and wipe the water building in my eyes.

Rocket Man was the last song added to the set list for tonight. It happened by accident. Robbie was looking over my journal when it slipped, and the pages landed on it. He asked why I had it written down, and I told him. But the more I talked, the more the conversation turned from talking about my Dad to talking about Liz.

Then just like that, it was added.

As the song comes to a close, Robbie opens his eyes for the first time all song and with a stray tear sliding down his face. I cover my mouth as my lips quiver, fighting the urge to break down. I can't.

I shuffle my way through a few people before I find myself walking past the stage.

And I think it's gonna be a long, long time And I think it's gonna be a long, long time

The stage lights surrounding Robbie softly come back on as Robbie rests his guitar on his lap as Graham and Marlana leave their post to hug Robbie before the two exit the stage, indulging me into a hug.

Liz POV

"Sorry, guys," Robbie says to us with a laugh as he wipes his face. Instead of laughter filling the large room, it's a rush of applause. However, I don't think no one was louder than us, Olsens.

I turn to my sisters and pull her into a hug as we watch Robbie taking a sip of water from his bottle before grabbing his guitar again.

"Thank you. You truly don't know how much this means to us."

I look at the twins, but they're two busy looking at the stage.

I go to do as they are doing, but I feel a pair of eyes on me. Not just casual, like someone, is staring at me. I turn my head to scan the crowd, and that's when I see them.

Max with a group of people I recognize to be Y/N's friends. I see an additional group of people with them that I don't know.

If they're here.. that must mean Y/N is here. Right?

MK looks over to me as she must have sensed a change in my demeanor. She follows my eyes sight and sees them as well; however, instead of being confused at seeing them, MK happily calls them over.

As the group walk closer, I feel Ash bump next to me as she happily looked their way with a smile on her face.

Am I missing something? Did they know about this? Wait, did everyone know about tonight? Is Y/N performing?!

Ugh, this feels like the Avengers group chat again.

"Oh my Gosh, I knew you'd make it!" MK pulls Sam and Max into a hug while I continue to look at them. Max's girlfriend Ivy gives me a little wave that I give back. It's only once Sam brings me into a hug that I come back. "I didn't think you'd show," Sam whispers to me. Before I can say anything, I feel another pair of arms wrap around me, this time from Max. "Hey, Olsen."

I playfully roll my eyes. "Hey." Her warm embrace and comforting smile calms me a little bit. A couple of other people make themselves known to me. Max's brother James and his girlfriend, Andrea. Oh, and a girl named Becca that Max appears to know. Along with someone Y/N has talked about before Cyrus. "It's a true pleasure to meet you." He extends his hand to me, which I graciously take. "Thank you for that day," I tell him with honesty. He just gives me a comforting smile.

Before any of us can start talking like, most of them look like they want to do, especially with me. Robbie walks up to the mic. Guitar in hand.

"Sorry. It took me a second to remember which song was next." Robbie chuckles into the mic.

Robbie never forgets a setlist...

"Umm, this next one we wrote.." Again with the we. "We wrote while I- we uh were in the process of going through our own struggles. This song was also actually paired with another song called 'I Love Leaving' but we felt it was better suited for this song to be played by itself here tonight." Robbie fiddles with the tuning before looking out to us. "This is Are You Thirsty?"

Robbie gives himself a countdown before he starts strumming away to a pre-recorded drum kit. The way he plays reminds me of the old Appalachian records we'd play.

And just like Robbie said, this song expresses struggles. The more he plays, the clearer it becomes that this song directly responds to his recovery. As the man in the song talks about how he is post-drinking and how hard addiction is.

Once again, the themes of tonight jump from the stage to us.

INSIDE: A Life Performance.

The song isn't lost on everyone as it comes to a close; that's made clear with uproars of cheers.

Y/N POV

"How do you think he is?" I ask the other two members of Milo Greene as we all hear the eruption come from the crowd. "First songs he plays are always something, but that one, in particular, was never going to be easy." I take in Marlana's words, and we make our way to the side of the stage to see Robbie thanking the crowd and talking to them about the next song, That Funny Feeling.

His face is soft, and I can see him trying to calm himself. He looks up to see us. I give him a thumbs up, and he gives one back. "You got this." I mouth, which causes him to smile and nod.

And within a second, it's just him, his acoustic guitar, and an orange spotlight on him. "This is the second of the originals tonight. I hope you all really like it."

Liz POV

"And I thought I was depressing."

I turn to my left and slap Aubrey's arm. She reacts and whines as the stage goes dark at the ending of the song. A long droning note plays over the speakers as shuffling is heard on stage. "What, it was good, but damn!" Aubrey exclaims, causing everyone around us to laugh. I roll my eyes and turn to Max.

"Did you know?" I've been meaning to ask her since I saw her but haven't found the right moment. Max looks at Y/N's New York group. "Did you all know? Is she here? She's here, isn't she!?" The group looks to Max, who turns back to me. "I- ye-"

The redhead in front of me gets cut off by the click of a light being shined down onto Robbie. The crowd growing quiet in anticipation. The bearded man now has his grey sweater removed to reveal a plain black shirt.

As Robbie sits down on the black stool on the left-hand side of the stage, he fiddles with a voice changer at the bottom of his feet. I only know what it is because Robbie and I used to mess with it when he wanted to test new songs on me. Or when we got stupid high that one time.

Robbie looks up and out to the crowd finding me before the lights go dark. From that darkness, Robbie's voice sings out.

Get your fuckin' hands up

A blue spotlight above him shines down, covering his whole body as his voice is modulated to sound deeper. Almost dark and evil.

Get on out of your seat All eyes on me, all eyes on me

That's when it hits me.

It's Y/N's song.

All Eyes On Me.

A statement song that's been following her since high school. Through all the different versions. It's here.

Get your fuckin' hands up Get out of your seat All eyes on me, all eyes on me

Robbie holds onto the mic and leans forward.

Am I going crazy? Maybe, maybe not Swore, I had a point to make But I forgot Edit all the time

Robbie clears his throat before looking into the crowd with a disappointed look in his eyes.

You don't wanna play right now You don't wanna wake up You don't wanna live Tell me what you feel right now Tell me what you feel right now

I can follow along to the lyrics that I've read time after time but hearing it makes a world's difference. I find myself getting lost in the art of the performance.

Get your fuckin' hands up Get out of your seats All eyes on me, all eyes on me

He turns his head down as the chorus comes to a close. The spotlight on him vanishing.

From the darkness that combs over the room, another voice begins to sing. Like Robbie's, this voice is modulated; however, as opposed to the booming depressiveness that Robbie carries, this one is higher pitched.

Almost angelic like.

Heads down, pray for us

A green secondary spotlight shines onto...

Y/N!

My Coffee Girl!

She's here. She's actually here!

She's singing her song on stage dressed in a white t-shirt in contrast to Robbies black. Everyone around us begins to look at one another with sheer excitement and longing. Max's smile is blinding. MK's proud. The grip I have on Aubrey, and my sister tightens. At one point or another, everyone's eyes look to me.

All Eyes On Me.

Heads down now, pray for us Heads down, pray for us Heads down now

A pause happens as Robbie's spotlight shines back onto him, and then Robbie and Y/N both start singing the song.

At the same time.

[Verse 3: Y/N, Robbie] Are you feeling nervous? (Get your fuckin' hands up) Are you having fun? (Get on out of your seat) It's almost over, it's just begun (All eyes on me, all eyes on me, ayyy, fuckin') Don't overthink this (You don't wanna play right now) Look in my eye (You don't wanna, you don't wanna) Don't be scared, don't be shy (You don't wanna do it right now) Come on in, the water's fine (Tell me what you're feeling right now)

What the fuck.

We're going to go where everybody knows (I want you standing and open wide) Everybody knows (Don't be scared, don't be shy) Everybody, oh (Come on in, the water's fine) We're going to go where everybody knows Everybody knows (Everybody)

This is why Y/N struggled for so long with it. It didn't work one way or another. It just..worked. All at once. All the time. As the song keeps going, the chaos keeps building, and it's perfect for Y/N.

You say the ocean's rising like I give a shit (We're going to go where everybody knows)

For the first time throughout the song, Y/N's eyes scan the crowd until she finds at me. I wave and give her a proud smile, and to my surprise, she returns one back. The only causes my heart to flutter until she belts out the next lyrics while looking at me.

You say the whole world's ending (Everybody knows) I thought it already did (Everybody) It's only a problem (Get your fuckin' hands up) When you go outside (Get on out of your seat) Got it? Good, now get inside (All eyes on me, all eyes on me, get your fuckin')

The day people found out about us. The day I broke it off. That's why she ran. To stay away. Or, in this case, to stay inside.

We're going to go where everybody knows (Get your fuckin' hands up, get on out of your seat) Everybody knows everybody, oh (All eyes on me, all eyes on me, ayy, fuckin') We're going to go where everybody knows (Heads down, pray for me) Everybody knows (Heads down now, pray for me)

The song is a multitude of things. It's almost church-like. It's scared. It's hurt. But at the same time, it's reassuring and happy.

It's... Y/N.

Then and now.

Get your fuckin' hands up (Heads down, pray for me) Get on out of your seat (Heads down now) All eyes on me, all eyes on me Come on, get your fuckin' hands up (Get your fuckin' hands up) Get on out of your seat Your eyes on me, Green eyes on me, yeah

As the last lyric bounces around me, her eyes stay with mine. Your eyes on me. Green eyes on me.

Y/N POV

This is what it's like to have all eyes on me.

I pull my gaze from her and smile out to everyone. Robbie walks up to me and pulls me into a hug. "I'll see you around." He jokes into my ear before walking off stage. I wave with my left hand to show off my ring to the small crowd but, more importantly, to a group of people specifically.

She sees that I'm still wearing it and holds up her necklace. I let a loving smile and giggle out before turning away to the white piano sitting behind me. I move the mic sitting on top closer to me and take a breath. For my first time performing, I'm actually a hell of a lot less nervous than I thought I'd be. But is this what happens before you play a breakup song? Is this how Taylor Swift feels? I shake off my thoughts and look out to her.

The woman I love.

"So, as I'm sure you all could guess, I'm Robbie Arnett's newest writing partner and friend Y/N Y/L/N. Thank you all for the love and support tonight. It truly means so much to me." I take a breath and fiddle with my fingers before starting again. "The next song is going to be the last song of the night." I hear some dissapoiment sighs escape into the air. "I wrote this one alone, and I started it months ago, umm, after my girlfriend, the love of my life, broke up with me. I know it might sound juvenile to call someone who you dated for a short while the love of your life, but that's truly how I felt. But that's also how I currently feel. She's here tonight, actually." I see people start to look around them, including a guy that looks a lot like John Walker. But my eyes go back to her green ones.

"The song I'm about to play is called Goodbye." I watch as Liz clutches her heart at the namedrop. "Tonight is the only time I will play this song because I love you. I love you." I say these words to her. To my Liz. "I will never say Goodbye or have you say it again."

I let a staggered breath escape from my pink lips and turn my body back to the piano. Letting my finger rest on the keys.

Here we go.

So long, goodbye I'll see you when I see you You can pick the street I'll meet you on the other side

I take a quick glance out to see the crowd start to slowly sway back and forth.

So long, goodbye Do I really have to finish? Do returns always diminish? Did I say that right?

I bite my lip before opening them again.

Does anybody want to joke when no one's laughing in the background? So this is how it ends

Our relation-

Liz POV

-ship. That's what that means, when I turned to her in the SUV and broke her heart.

I promise to never go outside again So long, bye!

A few people around us, including Mary-Kate, laugh at the exaggerated way Y/N said bye.

I'm slowly losing power Has it only been an hour? No, that can't be right

So long, goodbye Hey, here's a fun idea How 'bout I sit on the couch and I watch you next time?

Y/N looks at us as she says that. How about she watches us as we perform a heartbreak on stage.

I wanna hear you tell a joke when no one's laughing in the background

Y/N's voice grows louder and more aggressive before she starts hitting on the keys harder.

So this is how it ends I promise to never go outside again

Y/N starts to play faster and faster as the lyrics switch up.

Am I going crazy? Would I even know? Am I right back where I started all these years ago? Wanna guess the ending? If it ever does I swear to God that all I've ever wanted was A little bit of everything, all of the time A bit of everything, all of the time Apathy's a tragedy, and boredom is a crime I'm finished playing, and I'm staying inside

Y/N takes a breath and looks out to me again. She smiles, and I give one back as I now see her glossy eyes.

If I wake up in a house that's full of smoke I'll panic, so call me up and tell me a joke When I'm fully irrelevant and totally broken, damn it Call me up and tell me a joke

Y/N stops playing and turns to us.

Oh, shit, you're really joking at a time like this?

Suddenly two spotlights appear on each side of Y/N, revealing Graham and Marlana. They start to sing the rest of the song as Y/N sits at the end of the piano bench.

Letting tears fall.

At the same time, I choke down the ones in my throat.

Well, well, look who's inside again Went out to look for a reason to hide again Well, well, buddy, you found it Now come out with your hands up We've got you surrounded

As the last note drags on, the spotlight around the three disappears before the curtain drops, closing the show.

"She did it," Aubrey whispers next to me before pulling me into a hug. "We all knew, by the way. Now go get her."

While clapter roars around me, I turn on my heels and start booking it to the door to backstage. I shove myself through bodies of people and ignore the shouts coming from my sisters behind me.

I need to get her.

I need My Coffee Girl.

No one is stopping me. Not even the security guard at the door can stop me as it instantly opens as I walk up. I shoot the man a thank you smile as I see his eyes are wide with recognition and fear.

Shit, I think I did the head tilt without thinking about it.

Once backstage in the corridors, I'm taking time to look at everyone I pass. Of course, most people tonight are wearing white, so it's hard to tell, but as I round the corner and see the green room door wide open, I see her. I see Y/N.

She's alone.

I let my emotions and actions take me over as I fly in and collide my body onto hers.

"Baby!" She yells out to me as she crashes onto the couch. I wrap my arms around her, peppering her face in kisses. Her face changes as she lets out a fit of laughs, warming my heart. "You're not mad?" She asks as I pull my head away from her. "Mad?! Y/N, what you did tonight was beautiful! Amazing! I loved it! I-" I can't think of enough words to say, but that all stops when I look at her tired face from the event of tonight.

"I love you, Y/N! I will never stop. I promised you, and this is me doing it aga-"

I get shut up by her lips smashing into mine. Her lips and mouth fighting for dominance. She doesn't slow down as we are quickly running out of air. We both missed this. "Liz!" She moans out as we take a second to get air into our bodies. "I want you." My stomach just bursted into a cloud of butterflies. Y/N looks up from my necklace to me. "I want you to be mine. Be my girlfriend."

Y/N smiles as she mirrors my face. I nod my head happily. "Of course. I'm yours." I lean down onto her again and plant a loving kiss that ends too soon to my liking but is followed yo Y/N speaking.

"I was worried you weren't going to show."

"Why?" Y/N raises an eyebrow to me. "Because I left." I laugh into Y/N's chest. "True, but I now see it wasn't like last time." "It will never happen again." "Good. Now kiss me." I dramatically request that Y/N is happy to grant me.

My girlfriend!

"Y/N about the song-" She unwraps her hands from around me and places them into my own, seemingly knowing where I'm going with this line of thought. "That was from before we started being what we have been for the last month. Before tonight. Okay?" I nod. "Okay." "Good." Y/N raises her hands up to her lips and kisses them. "I missed you the last two days like crazy."

"I did-"

"LIZZIE!"

I jump at the sound of my name being yelled at from down the hall. Y/N and I look at each worried, before I shuffle myself off of her. Y/N grabbing and holding my hand to follow. "LIZZIE!"

"In here!" I yell out as Y/N keeps a hold of me. At the sound of my voice. I hear a rush of footsteps march themselves this way before the door swings open, revealing my sisters and Max. Mary-Kate holding my phone in her hand.

"What's going on?" I ask as I look up to see MK's frantic look. "Take it." She places the phone in my hand before turning to a worried-looking Y/N, hopefully, to explain what the fuck is going on.

"Hello?" I ask as Ash wraps her arm around me.

"Is this Elizabeth Olsen?"

"This is her," I respond to the cold voice on the other side.

"Miss. Olsen, this is Los Angeles General. We're contacting you because Mr. Robbie Arnett is being brought in under critical condition. You were his In Case of Emergency."

I was. I still am?

"Oh-okay." I look to see that Y/N's worried look has changed to one of loss. As if she's already preparing for the worst. Her glossy eyes from earlier are now real. I keep my focus on her as I let the woman talk to me.

"We'll be right there."

I end the call and rush to Y/N. As I pull out from my hug with Y/N and leave a kiss on her cheek, that's when it hits me.

Shit.

This is what my nightmare has been about.

Part 33

A/N Hey... how y'all doing..

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A Fraction of Justice (Chapter #25)

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Chapter #25. Alexander does his level best to tell all about his recent misadventures.

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A Fraction of Justice

Chapter #25: Give a Little

[Alexander’s POV]

She stared at me earnestly, her fingers leaving warm impresses along my spine and in my lap as she gently supported my weight. I knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that she meant what she said: she genuinely wanted to listen to me.

This was… a novel sensation. I felt the slightest tightening in the back of my throat as I considered it. She was perched just above me, her hair cascading in waves down her shoulders as she regarded my comparatively small person, cradled between her fingers and thumb. I shifted around beneath her touch, feeling hesitant but eventually resting my hands atop her thumb (there was nowhere else to comfortably place them as her largest digit had commandeered the better part of my lap). This was all a bit too intimate for my tastes, but I supposed it was a small price to pay for having her rapt attention.

I allowed myself the small risk of leaning my weight on her fingers behind me, releasing all resistance to gravity from my muscular system. In spite of myself, I had to admit that simply relaxing felt wonderful… there was a part of me, I couldn’t believe such a part existed, that wanted to forget about the living hell that was the veterinary clinic and simply luxuriate in rest, right here.

But of course, there was no time for such ridiculous indulgences. I had to seize the moment while I actually had a human willing to hear me. Surely she would grow complacent and disinterested over time. I had to strike while the iron was hot.

As I craned my neck to take her in, the tension in her jaw, her furrowed brow and hard eyes told me just how defensive she was over me. Not that I needed her to protect me… nor particularly cared how she felt. Why did I feel the sudden need to shift beneath her thumb again to compose myself? I tried to ignore whatever it was and tilted my gaze upwards to lock on to those warm irises.

I cleared my throat and stacked my spine, ready to confide in the one human I could at least somewhat trust. She gazed back into my eyes, and I could practically feel the anticipatory worry coming off of her in waves. Get ready for your blood to boil, Natalie…

“Well?? I’m holding my breath over here… I can’t ever get you to shut up and now is the time you decide to go silent??” She pressed the pads of her fingers against me as she stared, hungrily awaiting the news.

“Oh, alright! Calm down! I’m getting to it! You humans, always so demanding! You want what you want and you want it NOW. Have some patience and decorum will you???” I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest as I jutted my chin in defiance. But as I gazed into her irises and felt the soft warmth of her hand surrounding me, I burst into a grin in spite of myself.

She couldn’t help but bite her lip and roll her eyes, “Is being shitty to me like the way you get life force or something? I liked you better when you were all cute and high off your ass—“

“Excuse me? When I was what?”

“Nothing, don’t worry about it… tell me what happened!”

“Fine! We’ll put a pin in that then…” I eyed her disapprovingly as I prepared myself to tell all, “Well, from the moment she took me away, it was simply reprehensible! You disappeared behind the door and they carried me off and… they were so infuriatingly condescending! They spoke to me like a petulant child, while poking and prodding. I kept demanding that they treat me and was flatly ignored. I have abrasions and bruising along my obliques from the pressure of their fingers….” I watched as her eyes got wide and her brow furrowed in concern. Her fingers moved in just a millimeter or two closer, as if she could shield me from what had already happened, “They were awful, especially the one with the black hair—“ I couldn’t help but clock the almost involuntary twitch of her brow as I spoke, “She, in particular, had a penchant for cruelty. Her male counterpart was stupid more than anything else. The other woman, she was kind. She kept doing her best to advocate for me, but to no avail….”

“Alexander… I’m, I’m so incredibly sorry. I should never have taken you there. I-I didn’t know!” I was hardly listening to her, however, as a sinking feeling permeated my every muscle, “H-hey…. Hey, earth to Alexander…. Hello? What’re you… why are you 1000-yard-staring right now like you’ve just seen a ghost?”

“Hm? S-sorry… it’s just… it’s nothing… where was I? Yes…. The woman with the glasses. She seemed compassionate but she was weak and low down in the pecking order so it did me no good. I… I remember her, the black haired one, pinning me down to take a picture of me… I ran… she grabbed me. The pain was unfathomable… and then… well… it was dark for a while? I had tubes coming out of my mouth. I remember my heart racing and…. I was lying down and I couldn’t breathe. They held me down and stuck a needle in my arm… I…. I was in a lot of pain, I think….”

She paused for a long while, “… You... think? Um, look I don’t know how to say this delicately, without you getting pissed off at me… but it sounds like, while they were very very condescending and disrespectful of you, which, to be clear is fucking awful… they didn’t technically do anything legally wrong… you made it sound like there was hell to pay. Please, don’t misunderstand, I am more than happy to file complaints for negligence… I just don’t think it’ll result in anything more than a slap on the wrist without stronger evidence. And… please don’t scream at me, but I don’t think them teasing you counts as grounds for litigation…” she winced as she spoke, no doubt expecting me to berate her, but her words were the least of my concern.

My mind was a blur. My heart thundered in my chest as she spoke. I was certain something particularly awful had happened… something unforgivable. But the sequence of events vaporized in my mind’s eye… like a candle snuffed out, leaving behind only a wisp of silvery smoke where vibrant heat and light should be. A sinking feeling emerged in the pit of my stomach.

“Did they administer the wrong drug, like you were afraid of? Were there clear signs of malpractice?”

“Yes! There were!”

“Okay, like what?”

“I am certain there were!! I just… um…” I stared up at her, wide eyed and blinking like an imbecile, panic rising ever so rapidly in me.

“You don’t remember do you?” She looked crestfallen as she spoke.

I grit my teeth, snarling, “Don’t say that! I do! Of course I remember! I always remember! I have an infallible memory. I just… have to think…”

“Alexander? Hey….” The pad of a thumb tucked under my chin, but I pulled away and stared at the lines in my hands, refusing to meet her gaze. Her persistence was beginning to irritate me. Didn’t she know a man who needed to gather his thoughts in peace when she saw one? She continued, undeterred “…there’s no shame in forgetting. They put you under, it messes with your memory. I… and don’t get mad at me for saying this, but… I could tell you were scared when she took you away. Is it possible your fear of what could’ve happened is what you’re calling to mind?”

Her thumb pressed into my cheek and I squirmed to avoid her, “Stop it! Stop with the coddling, I don’t need it! When have I ever asked you to caress me? Please, I'm trying to recall something very important and all you’re doing is distracting me! And what sort of a question is that? Are you accusing me of making things up?? I know my own mind. If I felt like that, something must have happened…”

She seemed taken aback, “I’m sorry! Look, if you say something happened, I believe you. All I want is for you to know I’m on your side, that I care about you and that I want you to feel better. I mean, look, I want to kill them already for being shitty and cruel to you. That’s seriously fucked up. I’m not trying to condescend to you, just to comfort… and, for the record, I’ve never once called you weak…” she leaned in closer, a finger tip gliding over the crown of my head. I didn’t like her dominating over me like this. It was a mockery of my very stature. I couldn’t help but burst.

“Now is not the time to get defensive! Please, allow me to focus for a singular moment on the task at hand! And stop with all the petting, it’s simply maddening!” I batted at her fingers, my hair falling wildly in my eyes.

She whisked her hand away, it was suddenly at least twenty degrees cooler as the current of air generated from the movement of her arm cooled my skin. I had to catch myself with my hands pressed into the soft fabric of the bedsheets to keep from falling flat. Her eyes were hardened, glassy.

She tucked one arm beneath the other as she leaned on the bed, suddenly distant, hurt, “Goddammit, Alexander, I’m doing everything I can think of to be supportive. Okay? You act above it all and like you fucking hate me but I know that’s not true. So please stop it. Let me show you some love and support. I’m just trying to be kind. It’s not gonna kill you to be touched or taken care of….”

“Look, Natalie… I don’t have time to address your wounded pride and I’m not interested in having an argument right now about your violation of my personal space—“

“—violation? You didn’t act that way when you were high off your ass an hour ago. You loved it when I held you. You leaned into the warmth of my hand and cuddled against me. What’s changed now? Just that you feel like you have something to prove and it’s you versus the whole world? Hm? Is that it? Because it doesn’t have to be like that. Don’t you see that now? I’m right here, Alexander, and I want to help.”

What on earth was she talking about?! Yet another thing I was apparently incapable of recalling. I burned. This wasn’t fair, none if it was… I knew I’d been through something excruciating and I was determined to get to the bottom of it, but, instead, I had to listen to this human blubber on about how she couldn’t play with me like a doll as much as she desired. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.

She didn’t like that seemingly at all, “Hey! You have no idea what it was like for me in that waiting room. I was terrified for you. And they kept telling me all this shit about how your leg was broken and surgery was the only option. I kept asking and asking to see you, just to hold you in my hands and know you were okay and they told me you were fine. They kept shooting down my questions, assuring me… That you were better off in the back, so you’d stay calm… b-but I guess you weren’t. They were torturing you and I was just sitting there in the other room! You were terrified and I wasn’t there to help! That breaks my heart. Do you realize that? I’m sorry, okay? If, if I made the wrong decision… If you’re angry with me…. I understand. I do. It’s all my fault that they frightened you because I hand delivered you to them. I never meant to hurt you, Alexander. Please believe me. Hate me all you want, okay, because I’m not turning my back on you. I won’t stop looking out for you even if you hate my guts. I’d never do that… b-but I have to know, do you really not give a fuck at all about me? Because just a little while ago, you said some things… that, that made it sound like you don’t totally hate me. You seemed to enjoy me treating you with softness. I just want to know if that’s true because I…. I care about you… okay? I do. And not just in a shitty condescending or possessive way, like you always accuse me of. You’re not mine to own. I know that. You’re your own man. You’re here by accident. You never asked for this… or me. I see you, Alexander. I know you’re a person who’s trying so hard to make something of himself in spite of the odds. So, please, please let me in a little, will you? I promise, all I want is to help.”

I paused for a moment, taking it all in, beneath a furrowed brow and tight jaw, before meeting her gaze. She wanted to help, did she? Was it possible that I could trust her with my long term aspirations? Would she listen with respect if I told her I had plans to change the world, rather than laugh in my face? Would she really dedicate herself to helping me parse out this case currently before us? I felt a twinge of possibility stir in my soul… a ray of hope ignite the blood in my veins.

Her huge golden brown eyes were on the verge of tears, and I couldn’t help but release the tension in my shoulders, relenting. With a sigh, I spoke to her, softly, with consideration, “Okay, alright. Come here…. Give me your hand…” I stretched out my arms, inviting her to bring her fingers closer. I couldn’t exactly get up and come to her after all.

She hesitated, giving me a distrustful and quizzical look as if to question wether this was a trap. I gestured hurriedly for her to move her hand before me, “C’mon, closer. I won’t bite… this time, I promise…” I couldn’t help smirking in the crooked way I tended to do, which had always been rather embarrassing for me. She inched ever closer until the pad of her middle finger was before my lap. I cupped it with my right hand, the full width of it barely fitting between my fully outstretched fingers, as my left hand came to rest on her nail bed. I stroked her nail a few times, “There, there… is this what you needed?” She stared at me, her face twitching, before she burst into laughter. I was shocked, what was so funny??

**************** That was truly the most awkward attempt at comfort I’d ever seen! He was just sort of stiffly petting my nail bed while looking rather uncomfortable himself. My body shook with laughter, “You poor little bastard!!” I wasn’t even angry or hurt anymore. How could I be? His face turned a bright shade of red as he stared with sharp eyed intensity, truly baffled, “Your comfort game needs a little work, sweetheart!” I started crying I was laughing so hard.

“W-what?? I thought…” he blubbered wordlessly.

“Oh my god, you tried, little robot. You really did. D-don’t worry, we’ll find a heart to put in that hollow tin exterior some day!” I gently rubbed his chest with a finger. It was surprisingly warm for such a cold-blooded little nightmare.

I expected him to get huffy and double down but when I looked at him, he couldn’t help but smile, in spite of himself, “I’m no tin man, I’m a gallant romantic who’s interpersonal skills are unmatched, thank you. But nice quasi-sophisticated literary reference, I didn’t realize you could read!”

“Oh, shut up!”

“What? You seemed to think it completely acceptable to express your surprise when you discovered I was literate!”

“Okay, okay! Touché! I’m waving the white flag! I get it, little man, I can never match you in a game of wits. But none of that changes the fact that you can sometimes be a little prick who needs to learn how to relax and accept a little physical contact every now and again.”

“Never! I’ll never surrender! You can’t make me! I refuse! Now, please, be quiet so I can follow my own train of thought….” With that, he flopped back on the bed, his arms folded over his abdomen while he stared up at the ceiling. I waited quietly, trying my best to be patient, passing the time by watching the rise and fall of his tiny chest, as I matched the tide of his breathing with my own.

He was like a statue, stock still, unmoving. The only way I could tell he was a living breathing thing was that his eyes occasionally blinked. He lay there like that for five, ten, fifteen minutes, then finally, and almost so quiet I could barely hear, “Damn it all…”

“Nothing?”

“I remember the fear, the pain. The odd and terrifying shapes of hands looming overhead. I remember the hazy buzz of conversation and trying really hard to read…. Something. But just what that something was—? My mind is suddenly a blank. I’m so exhausted, Natalie. That’s all. My psyche is stretched so thin….” He rolled his head to look at me, as I leaned over him with my chin resting on my hands.

“Then sleep, you ridiculous little thing. The mystery to solve won’t go anywhere in the next few hours.” I wanted so badly to caress his little chest and gently rub his scalp, but I resisted with all my strength of will, keeping my twitchy hands to myself.

He stiffened at the suggestion, “N-no…. I can’t just rest. I can’t lose all my momentum…”

“You also can’t solve a case if you’re dead from overexertion. You’ve had one hell of a day, give yourself a fucking break. And when you wake up, we’ll put our heads together and figure this out, okay? For whatever fucking reason, in spite of you being an angry little ass most of the time, I’m still gonna stand by you, even though you’re my—“

“--Little nightmare, I know…” his eyes were half closed as he huffed and rolled them toward the ceiling, before training them on me. Even in all his grogginess, his gaze was breathtakingly blazing behind those sleepy lids, “You are aware that any and all proposals for atrocious and ridiculous nicknames have to pass through the house…” he sleepily pointed to me, “…and the senate, yes?” He pointed to himself, before continuing, “That means your coining of me as such is not likely to be codified into law.”

I couldn’t help but scoff, as I joked, “You’re half asleep and you still somehow manage to be a dick. You’re lucky you’re cute…”

“I take issue with that…” he shook his head and crossed his arms, the ghost of a smirk barely hidden.

“You take issue with fucking everything. Go to bed, Alexander!” I wanted to kiss him on the head and tuck him in. Instead, I pushed up from the mattress, planning to give him some space to sleep, but before I could even gather my feet beneath me, he halted my movements.

“Wait, one last thing….” His sleepy eyes opened partially, enough for me to peek at the brilliant blue beneath them.

“No, nope, I’m not getting tricked into another insult before bed. Sleep! I like you better when you’re conked out. I’m just saying, when you were loopy you were so cuddly and sweet. Now you’re back to griping and grumbling…”

He shook his head from side to side, his right arm stretching out toward me, “I have one favor to ask…”

“I know, you want me to leave you the fuck alone, I’m going, okay? As someone once said to me recently, have some patience and decorum!” I started to shift again and his words froze me in place.

“Will you hold me, while I sleep?”

I just about melted into the carpet fibers. He smirked that little crooked smile of his that I’d seen so very rarely.

He raised his brows, no doubt taking in my bright red blush and hitching gasp. He smiled teasingly, staring up at me through his brow in a way that made me melt even more, “Don’t look too excited about it or I’ll change my mind…”

I was breathless, sinking back down on to the surface of the bed, I let a single finger descend to brush his hair from his tired eyes, “Is that what you really want? You won’t be pissed at me later?”

“As you say, I’m always pissed about something. I’ll find something you’re doing wrong, don’t worry…..” I hesitated, lifting my finger and inch or so off of his body, “But yes, I’d like you to. Just hurry… it’s hard to stay awake right now, answering this monotonous battery of questions….” My heart skipped a beat, or two, or three, as he smirked again, his eyelids getting heavier and heavier.

“O-okay…. If this is what you want, I’ll be so careful, I promise… come here, Alexander…”

Very very gently, I dug my fingers into the fabric beneath him, and scooped him up, supporting his head with the pad of my thumb, and very carefully cradled the heel of his injured leg beneath the tip of my free finger, as I had done only a little while ago while he was out of it. See? You can be sweet… it won’t kill you… “You’re going to remember and we’ll get this all sorted out… but in the mean time, I’ve got you, little nightmare… sweet dreams…”

*************** The moment her warm fingers rose to press softly into my spine, my hips, my shoulders…. I felt my heart race a little faster. I kept my eyes closed and stayed limp, but inside I was electrically charged with feeling.

Had I ever asked to be cradled in the hand of a human before? I didn’t think so. Yet, here, in the crook of her palm, I felt things I never thought were possible in the presence of someone so large and foolish: I felt safe, warm, and, dare I say it, contented to be there.

I was crushed by my current gaps in memory recall at the moment. I wanted more than anything to bring those maniacs to justice as swiftly and aggressively as possible. However, at the present, such proof eluded me. Yet, somehow, I believed her when she said with confidence that we’d figure it out.

We.

What a funny little personal pronoun. One I’d hardly ever considered all the days of my life. For once, the human was right. I did see myself as one man against it all. Maybe there was some validity to what she’d said next, that it didn’t have to be that way. I trembled at the thought. I was getting far too ahead of it all and only setting myself up for disappointment and misery when she inevitably let me down…. Wasn’t I?

A whisper stirred my eyelids open and I peered up at the woman gazing down at me, “Alexander?”

Her voice was soft, the consonants of my own name rustling my hair as her breath cascaded over my prone body. I raised a brow, too sleepy to move anything else, “Th-Thank you, for… letting me in a little bit…” she seemed as though she wanted to say more, but kept it to herself.

After a moment, where I almost dipped out of consciousness right then and there, I rolled over my left shoulder, outstretching my arms, and hugged her thumb to my chest. The tip of that strong, imposing digit, that was almost as big as me, was aligned directly with my face. I pressed my cheek into it, feeling the heat and rhythm of her pulse beneath, “Is this what you wanted? Is this what high Alexander would do which you seemed to love so much??”

She beamed, holding me ever closer beneath her sparkling gaze, “You’re recreating it so perfectly, fantastic job!” She was truly beside herself, I could tell. I could feel her heart racing beneath my cheek, after all.

I smiled, as grogginess, coupled now with unrelenting softness and warmth from her skin, took hold of what little consciousness I had left, “I demand to know just what exactly I did that left you so ridiculously enamored while under the influence…. You’d better tell me when I awake!”

“Not in a million years! I know you, little nightmare. The second I tell you, you won’t speak to me for at least a week.”

“I think I can handle anything you can throw at me. Get out of the habit of underestimating me!”

“Sweetheart, I know you can do anything you set your mind to, but, believe me, when I say I think I’m estimating your capacity for this quite accurately!”

“Mmmm, that bad huh?”

“Go to sleep, Alexander. I’ll be right here when you come to.”

“I demand satisfaction upon waking. I will not waver on this.”

“Uh huh… now, hush.”

“...Goodnight, Natalie….”

“Goodnight, Alexander… Sweet dreams.”

And slowly, as I seemed to sink ever deeper into the warm, silky surface of her cupped palm, I drifted off to sleep, held aloft by the first human I’d ever actually wanted, at least at certain intervals, to touch me.

Tomorrow I’d work to bring destruction to my enemies, but tonight, I’d give myself the gift of rest…. And what a glorious gift it was!

#He will burn it with fire but first... nap time #Let him revenge #we love soft holding here #oc:alexander #oc:natalie #a fraction of justice #g/t community #g/t writing #Giant/tiny #g/t fluff #size difference

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ieroween1031 · 2 years

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My Thoughts in Real Time as I Watched Episode 13 of Love in the Air That Absolutely Nobody Asked For:

- IM SO EXCITED I CANT BREATHE

- I can’t believe this is the (second to) last time I’m gonna see this intro, I already want to cry

- Fucking Sig, I love him so much.

- Can we get a spin-off just dedicated to Sig?

- Rain, you nosy motherfucker. We love you for this.

- Also, I’m so totally here for Sky finally not holding back his emotions. Agreeing to give Pai a ‘prize’ if he wins? We love to see it.

- Prapai’s posting picture of Sky on his Instagram? I’m fucking dead.

- These episode names are too much. Can’t do it!

- Aww, little baby Sky.

- Sky smoking? Oof. I don’t care how gross it is, smoking is hot. Sue me.

- If that was really the first time Sky took a drag of a cigarette, he’d have coughed it all back out. The first few cigarettes as a new smoker suck, and they fucking hurt.

- On that note, don’t smoke, kids! It’s bad for you!

- I knew that it was gonna be Gun, and as soon as I saw him, I honest to god growled. Fucker.

- Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. (To myself and to Sky)

- Listen to your friends, Sky!

- Okay, smoking’s not hot when this fucking dickbag does it.

- This should go without saying, but for everyone out there reading this, don’t let anyone take advantage of you or hurt you unless you’re into it. Don’t go along with shit you’re not comfortable with just to prove that you love someone. Fuck them, fuck their feelings, protect yourself.

- Okay, I’ll get off my soapbox now.

- Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck I don’t wanna watch this.

- I can’t imagine how hard this was for Peat. The reaction video is gonna hurt.

- Fuck, I hope someone kills this fucking asshole.

- I know this is an emotional scene, but I’m losing my shit over Pai calling Sky ‘baby’

- THIS FUCKING COCKMONGER AGAIN?

- Take your fucking eyes off of him and wipe that smirk off your face, you shitbird.

- Fluffy PrapaiSky will be the death of me.

- I’m so proud of Sky for not being afraid and being able to admit how he feels. My sweet baby has come so far!

- The look of terror on Sky’s face when he didn’t know who was hugging him is just one giant foreshadow and I hate it.

- “My lucky star” 😭😭😭😭

- Payu is 1000% done with Pai’s lovesick ass like he probably wasn’t just as bad a few months ago.

- We need more Payu/Sky and Prapai/Rain. The boyfriend/best friend dynamic is so freaking cute.

- Every time I see that bastard, I get so fucking angry.

- I was gonna yell at Sky to run as soon as he saw Gun, but I remember when someone who looked like my abuser walked into my job and I shut down and just completely froze, so I understand why he couldn’t run.

- It’s absolutely killing me that Pai knows that Petch is a slimy little snake, but that he doesn’t know why.

- Yes, Sky! You stand up for yourself! Your man loves you, and don’t forget it!

- Rain, I know you’re trying to be helpful, but I kinda wanna smack you.

- Rain really is a gold(fish)en retriever, isn’t he? Head empty, no thoughts, attention span that only lasts two seconds, but damn it, he’s a good boy that’s trying his best.

- I feel nauseous watching Sky walk into that apartment.

- You fucking liars. I’m so angry.

- I’m so glad that Sky doesn’t believe them. It’s amazing to see how much he’s changed.

- Sky Protection Squad in full force, yes! Go rescue him!

- Where the fuck are Rain and Payu while Pai and Gun are in the bedroom? Are they just making tea with the other assholes that were in the apartment? Come on, guys.

- Kill him. Kill him. Kill him. Kill him.

- Love him to death, but for the love of method acting, someone please teach Fort how to properly throw a punch.

- He should have killed him. And Payu should have hit Petch, too.

- I don’t know what hurts more, Sky being catatonic and not being able to cry, or Pai sobbing for him.

- He brought him home. Like, home, home.

- That picture of the two of them on Pai’s desk, I could cry.

- I don’t even have any more thoughts, I’m just happy that Gun and Stop are gone, all four of my boys are happy, and that Pai knows everything about Sky now.

- There are a bunch of scenes from the novel that I’m sad were not in the series, but that could be a whole separate post.

- WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH MY LIFE NOW?

- Aside from finish KinnPorsche (I still have two episodes left), catch up on Remember Me and Between Us, binge all the other shows I have on my To Watch list, and tear my hair out waiting for Just Say Yes.

- Excuse me while I rewatch the entire series over and over.

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ythankucaptainmccoy · 2 years

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Bad Batch/Rebels Hunter x Pregnant Reader

Alright guys I am able to catch up a little bit and this has been on the back burner. Training horses, Running a Farm, Exercising and working five days a week at an Animal Clinic is too much. Hope you all enjoy this and I won’t lie I teared up with this one. I do not own Star Wars or any of the characters.

When you wake up there is a young blonde woman in her late teens standing there. She introduces herself as Omega and that she had been looking for you for years. Omega explains how you were frozen in cryo before Order 66, and that she is going to take you to a planet where you will be safe. She looks familiar to you, but you can’t place it. She asks who the father gesturing to your round stomach and you tell her about Hunter and how he didn’t even get to know you were pregnant.

“So are you going to look for him?”, she questions. “I wouldn’t even know where to look besides if what you say is true he could be…”, you trail off as tears threaten to spill. No you won’t think of what you were about to say. It was better believing if he did go out it wasn’t working for the Empire. “Well I have a place for you to stay if you trust me enough”, she smiled. “I trust you. Let's get going”, you reply. The flight is a long one and Omega asks you to tell her stories about how you had met Hunter and the Bad Batch.

“Well I was working as a healer traveling from planet to planet, and I was asked by General Kenobi to help on some planet I forget the name of. Anyway late at night they bring Wrecker in and he is this big guy, but a giant softie. He needed medical attention right away, but no one was able to help so I took it upon myself to help him. When I got over to the cot they had him on he was thrashing. It took Crosshair, Tech, Hunter and Echo to help hold him down. When I told them to let him up they all looked at me as if I were crazy”, you smiled at the memory.

“So what happened next?”, Omega questioned childlike. “They eventually let him up and I used the force to help calm him. Hunter was the most astonished at how I was able to diffuse the situation and heal his brother. It was after healing his brother that I got dizzy and collapsed. I had been healing all day and my body couldn’t handle it anymore. Hunter was the one who carried me to General Kenobi, and helped get proper medical attention. Then I was stationed with the Bad Batch for the rest of the war after that because I was able to get along with them so well”, you recalled.

“So how did you get separated? How did you find out you were pregnant? Why didn’t you tell Hunter you were pregnant?”, Omega asked all in one breath. “I was captured by the seppies and placed in one of their many prisons. When I could feel the life force inside me I knew what would happen to our baby, and I made a promise that I wouldn’t let that happen. I escaped and stayed on the run then I crashed on the planet you found me on and I put myself in cryo hoping someone would eventually find us. I did search for the whereabouts of Hunter and the others, but things were happening way too fast, and when you have a hard time catching your breath after only walking a couple of yards it's hard to gauge what you're capable of”, you told her.

She seemed to understand and went to make some food. You knew it was dangerous, but you wondered if Hunter was still alive. If you could sense him with the force. Closing your eyes you focused on what you remembered his life force feeling like. Not finding it you tried harder until you felt a small life force that felt like his. You latched onto it trying to boost it somehow, but just as you were making out the life form and their surroundings, sharp kicks broke your concentration.

Your hand automatically going to your round belly, and trying to breathe. “Hey are you alright?”, Omega asked worriedly. “Yeah it’s been a while since they have kicked that hard”, you huffed. “They?”, Omega brightened. “Yes I’m carrying twins. A boy and a girl”, you smile. “How do you know? If you don’t mind me asking”, she sheepishly grinned. “The way their life force flows tells me”, you smile. “Do you want to feel them kicking?”, you asked. She nodded her head and you took her hands and held them to your belly.

As soon as her hands touched you the babies started to kick wildly as if they sensed something you didn’t. “Wow, does it hurt?”, she queried. “Sometimes if they have good aim which seems to be all the time. They must get that from their father he had deadly accuracy with a blaster or vibroblade”, you laughed. Omega gave you some food and you were able to eat in peace. It wasn’t long before the planet proximity alert went off in the ship and you waited for Omega to land the ship.

Once she landed you both made your exit and there were five quaint little houses. One of the doors to one of the houses opened and out stepped a behemoth of a man. One you recognized by the force right away. “WRECKER!’ you yelled as he made his way to you. He picked you up hugging you just like old times then set you back down gently. He was older than you remembered, but he still looked fit. “Wait till the others get a look at you”, Wrecker boomed.

“The others? You mean… You mean that the others are here. What about Hunter is he here?” you frantically questioned. “Well yeah of course he is here. Even Crosshair came with us after we removed his chip”, he relayed. You started to hyperventilate as it all came to you that they were all okay and that they made it through Order 66. You swayed and your world started to go black as you felt Wrecker catch you. You could faintly hear other voices that you recognized.

You were carried to a bed where you were placed as you heard a commotion. “She will be fine, she just needs a moment. She is obviously distressed and with everything that's happened and her condition this is a normal reaction”, someone said. Tech your brain answered and when you reached out with the force you could sense Tech, Echo, Wrecker and Crosshair, but not Hunter where was Hunter your brain screamed. You felt a sense of calm from the twins and it helped you to relax. When you opened your eyes sure enough Tech, Echo, Wrecker and Crosshair stood before you.

They all had aged Tech with some gray tufts at the small portion of his forehead. Echo with more wrinkles than you remembered, Crosshair had more crinkles around his eyes, Wrecker did as well. “(Y/N) can you hear me?”, Tech asked. “Yeah Tech I can hear you”, you said tearing up and this time they did fall. Once they knew you were okay you told them about how Omega had found you and they told you of what happened after Order 66. That Omega was their sister and a clone herself which now made sense of why she felt familiar to you.

They informed you that Hunter was okay, and that he would be back later as he had to tend to some fences that went down. Farmers of all things you expected them to do after farming was not one of them. They took you to Hunters home and showed you around and you cried again when you saw all of the mementos that he had of you. “He never stopped looking for you until we had to go into hiding and even then he hoped you would find us”, Echo told you.

They left you to get settled and wait for Hunter to return. It was getting late, but you decided that making dinner would be a great way to welcome Hunter home. Gathering ingredients you started cooking. Omega came in to help you since she stayed with Hunter because they weren’t finished with her house yet. You and Omega were making final meal preps when you felt a presence in the room behind you. You spun around to be met with Hunter's wide eyes on you.

He still had his signature hair and bandana although he had some gray streaks starting at his temples, but otherwise still handsome as ever. “Hunter”, you whispered, but his hearing picked it up. He was across the room in seconds enveloping you in an almost bone crushing hug. “(Y/N) I thought I had lost you”, he sobbed. “I thought I had lost you”, you cried right along beside him. You gasped as the babies kicked wildly again this time harder than the other times.

Hunter pulled back as you gripped his shoulder and your free hand went to your stomach. That's when he realized how round you were. “(Y/N) you're pregnant”, he whispered. “Yeah tell me something I don’t know”, you laughed. “Who’s?”he asked, looking defeated. “They are yours”, you responded. “Mine but how? You should have had them a long time ago”, he stated, confused. Omega butted in explaining how you were in a cryo chamber when she found you and you explained how you found out you were pregnant after being captured.

Once all the evidence was before him he picked you up and spun you around. He stopped to kiss you. You giggled as the babies kicked again. “They know who you are, they are kicking again”, you smiled, placing his hands on your belly. His face lit up when he felt them kicking then his brows furrowed. “You said they”, he stated. “Yes there are two in there”, you explained. “Two? Twins? You're pregnant with twins?”, he grinned. “Yes a boy and a girl”, you beamed.

He sniffled as he fell to his knees kissing your stomach, “You don’t know how much I missed your mother and now she gifts me with you two”, he mumbles between tears. The babies kick again and he places his head on your belly smiling when he can hear your heartbeat and the twins heartbeats. “They are strong”, he hums. “Just like their father”, you tell him. That night Hunter doesn’t leave your side and dotes on you hand and foot.

A couple months later you're awakened by awful cramps and that's when you realize you have gone into labor. Hunter was up as soon as he could smell your fear and your heart rate increase. You both had prepared for this and before long Omega and the others were waiting outside the house. It was long before the first cries filled the house and Hunter was telling you it was the girl placing her on your chest. Her brother followed minutes behind his sister.

“We never did decide on names?”, Hunter said while watching them feed and beaming with pride. “I think we should name the boy (B/N)”, you smiled. “I like that name, for his sister, how about (G/N)”, Hunter said. You both agreed on the names and once they had their fill and you were decent Hunter let the others come in to greet the new additions. Omega was thrilled to hold them and so were the others. Crosshair refused to admit he cried while holding the twins for the first time even though Wrecker pointed out the tears still on his face.

A couple nights down the road you were woken up by Hunter singing and rocking them both back to sleep. You watched and smiled when his gaze met yours. Once the twins were asleep he made his way back into bed pulling you into his side. Kissing the top of your head and whispering how he couldn’t be happier than he was to have you back and then you gifting him with the greatest treasure of the galaxy far far away.

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