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fruitcoops · 3 years

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okay so: coops and jily do the couple fear pong challenge (couple vs couple fear pong by cut for reference)?? pleaseee - m

Anon, you definitely read my mind with this. I’ve had this idea in the works for almost a month and I’m so glad you suggested it!! Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for alcohol (beer)

“Are you ready to lose?” James asked as he set up a few lines of red Solo cups.

“Try me,” Remus shot back with a grin. Their respective partners shared an exasperated look.

“Hello, hockey fans, and welcome to Fear Pong! I’m your host, Marlene McKinnon.” Marlene set an armful of beer bottles on the ping pong table and began filling each team’s cups halfway.

“I’m Lily Potter, and this is my husband James.” Lily waved to the camera and stole one of Marlene’s bottles to take a sip. “Ugh. It’s like wheat-flavored moonshine.”

“I think she takes it as a challenge to find the worst alcohol,” Remus mused. “I’m Remus Lupin, the best winger on the Lions.”

“Shut it, Loops.”

“Bite me, Pots.”

“And I’m Sirius Black, the team captain,” Sirius said. “As you can see, this is going to get out of hand very fast.”

Marlene leaned on the table, looking between them with a grave expression. “The rules are simple. If you throw the ball and it lands in a cup, you have to do the dare on the coaster or drink the beer. The team who drinks all their cups first, loses. We’ll do the deadliest of games to decide who goes first: rock, paper, scissors. Choose your champions.”

Sirius and James moved to the front of the table. “Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!”

“Shit,” Sirius muttered as James’ paper defeated his rock.

James grinned as he headed back to his place. “I can already taste victory.” Lily took careful aim, and the ball landed perfectly in the center of their cups. “That’s my wife, everybody!”

Remus rolled his eyes and picked up the coaster. “Leave five hickeys on your teammate. Your opponent chooses where. Aw, man, everyone’s going to see them at practice.”

James raised an eyebrow. “Are you going to chicken out and drink?”

His jaw ticked. “Where.”

“One on his cheek, the rest on his neck.”

Sirius leaned down with a heavy sigh and Remus worked a hickey onto his cheek, pulling away with a soft pop and appraising it. “Not bad. Four more?”

“Four more.”

It took less than a minute for the rest of the marks to appear in a light lilac color. Remus licked his lips and picked up the ball. “Those are such weak hickeys!” James protested. “Come on, Loops, you’re better than that.”

“And yet they’re already done.” He picked up the ball and readied it. “Tragic.”

A few droplets of beer splashed out of the cup and Lily lit up when she read the dare. “Switch outfits with your partner. Oh, baby, you’re going to look gorgeous!”

“Do we get a screen or something?” James asked as Lily began unzipping the back of her dress. Two camera crew members came over with a large blanket and they stepped behind it; after a couple minutes of rustling, Lily emerged in her husband’s too-big sweatshirt with the cuffs of his jeans rolled up.

“Do you need a hand with the zipper?” she asked with a light laugh.

“Got it. Oh, wow, I look hot.” James came into view and Sirius held a hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter. The floral dress fell to his mid-thigh and the low neckline exposed quite a bit of his chest. He swayed back and forth, making the skirt twirl slightly. “Very breathy.”

“Alright, handsome, your turn.” Lily handed him the ball and he shot it—it bounced off the rim and Remus whooped.

“I can already taste victory,” he mimicked in a terrible Boston accent; James threw the backup ball at him and it smacked him in the forehead. “Ow!”

Unfortunately, Sirius’ throw also went wide, ending up down Lily’s baggy shirt. “Hang on, it’s in my cleavage. Nice aim, Cap.” She dug around for a moment as Sirius flushed, then emerged with the ball, giving it an elegant toss.

“Damn it,” Sirius muttered as he took the coaster. “Make out with your teammate for a minute, but one of you can’t move their lips or tongue. Again with the kissing? Really? Can’t we just switch clothes and call it a day?”

“Come on down to the front, pardner.” Marlene said with a false Southern twang, patting the backs of the two folding chairs she had set up. “Get your smooch on.”

“I can’t move my face, right?” Remus asked as he sat down across from Sirius. Marlene shook her head.

“Get it, Cap!” Lily cheered as he reached out to cup Remus’ jaw in his hands.

Sirius had to turn away and laugh for a second, rolling his shoulders out. “Okay, ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be. Why do you look like you’re gearing up for a game?” Sirius flicked him on the thigh and Remus pressed his lips together, still smiling slightly.

He started soft, placing slow kisses all over Remus’ mouth. “It says ‘make out’, Cap, come on!” James complained. “If that’s your idea of making out, you need to apologize to your fiancé.”

Remus raised his eyebrows and Sirius huffed a sigh, leaning back in for a proper kiss with a significant increase in tongue. Lily whooped and Remus’ shoulders began to shake with suppressed laughter—Sirius moved his hands to down to steady him as the timer continued counting.

“Ten seconds!” Marlene warned. The final buzzer went off and Sirius pulled away, wiping at his lips.

“That felt so weird,” Remus said as he dried his mouth off with his sleeve and tugged Sirius in by his wrist. “C’mere.”

Sirius bent down for a quick kiss before they walked back to their side. “Alright, our turn.”

“I get to throw it this time.”

“What? Why?”

Remus took the ball out of his hand and kissed his cheek. “I say this with all the love in the world, but you suck at beer pong. So does Pots, if that makes you feel better.” His shot spun around the rim of a cup before falling in with a clatter.

“Take an article of clothing off for every sexual partner you’ve had,” James read. “Aw, come on, I’m only wearing a dress and none of you want to see me naked.”

“You’re not wearing underwear?” Sirius looked mildly alarmed.

“I’ve had more than two partners, dude.”

Lily shrugged. “I’m not about to protest seeing you naked.”

“I would!” Remus and Sirius chorused with equal measures of horror. James rolled his eyes and downed the cup.

“James, you have to throw it,” Marlene interrupted as he handed the ball to Lily. “You need to switch each time.”

“Shit,” Lily muttered, giving it back. “Don’t fuck this up for us, honeybun.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He took careful aim, tossed it, and landed a perfect shot in one of the cups without a coaster. Sirius and Remus groaned as Lily cheered. “Hell yeah!”

Remus drank the beer as Sirius lined up the ball; it sailed through the air and bounced off two cups before sinking into the third. They high-fived with both hands while Lily took the dare out. “Call your parents and tell them you’re pregnant—oh, we can’t do this.”

“Why?” Remus snorted. “You’ve already done it once.”

“I would break my mother’s heart if she found out it was a prank.” James shook his head and passed Lily the cup. “I would get the lecture of a lifetime.”

“Can you imagine pranking poor Effie with fake grandbabies?” Lily asked as she drank.

“The guilt would eat me alive,” Sirius agreed. Lily lined up for another shot. “Miss, miss, miss, miss—fuck.”

“Call a friend and ask for a threesome.” Remus’ eyebrows shot up and he looked at Sirius. “As much as I want to win this game, there’s no way we’re doing that.”

“Hell no, I’m the captain. That’s an abuse of power or something.” Sirius drained the cup and set it aside, moving so Remus could get a better angle for his throw. It landed in one of the cups they had already hit and Lily cursed as she drank again.

“Marley, we need to have a talk about your alcohol.”

“I want you guys to know that I specifically asked for the shittiest beer they had that would get people drunk real quick,” Marlene said off screen. “It comes from a place of love.”

They traded three more shots back and forth, each one bouncing off the table or threatening to take someone’s eye out before James got a lucky shot. “I thought you said he was bad at this!” Sirius protested as he took the dare out.

“I thought he was!” Remus defended. “What do we have to do?”

“Let them paint us with glue and pour glitter on us.”

“Alright, let’s do it.”

“Shirts off, unless you want to ruin them,” Marlene said as she carted two containers of glue and some small buckets of glitter out. Remus and Sirius obliged, then stood on the clear tarp she had laid out. “Pots, Lils, go nuts.”

“This is the best day of my life,” James said gleefully as he took a paintbrush and began drawing a wobbly smiley face on Sirius’ torso.

“It’s so drippy.” Sirius let out a long exhale and bounced on his toes as James added polka dots and squiggles all over the place.

“What are you writing?” Remus asked as Lily began touching up her work. “Are those words?”

“Maybe. Glitter time!” Without further ado, she dug her hand into the bucket and threw a handful at Remus’ chest. It exploded in a small poof and only some of it stuck; he wrinkled his nose.

“It’s in my mouth.”

“Gay rights—oh shit that’s cold!” Sirius yelped, batting James away. “Just do the glitter already!”

“Don’t rush an artist!” Nevertheless, James went over and shook about half the bucket onto Sirius.

He spat out a mouthful of sparkles and glared. “Look me in the eyes and tell me that was necessary.”

“Whatever you want, David Bowie.”

“He looks more like Freddie Mercury to me,” Lily mused as she continued sprinkling glitter over Remus, revealing her name written in careful cursive. “This is going to be such a pain to wash off, you two.”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed.” Remus shook his hair out and a small waterfall of glitter fell out onto the tarp.

“Back to your stations, everyone!” Marlene called.

The game only got rowdier after that as each team did everything in their power to prevent dares, ranging from shaking the table to sneezing loudly each time someone squared up for a shot. Remus finally sank one and nearly smacked Sirius in the face with his celebratory fist pump as Lily groaned.

“Let the opponent pour ice water down your pants.” James frowned and looked to the camera crew. “I’m not wearing any pants.”

“You’re wearing underwear,” Marlene pointed out. His eyes went wide as she came out with two bowls of ice water and handed them to Sirius and Remus, whose smiles were downright maniacal.

“I really hope you’re done having kids,” Sirius said as James turned around. “On three. One, two—”

Both of them shouted in shock; Remus burst out laughing as Sirius shook the final few ice cubes into James’ underwear. “That was not three!” Lily tugged at her pantlegs and ice cascaded out, darkening the fabric along the way. “Aw, it looks like I peed myself.”

James braced his hands on the table and leaned forward, taking deep, slow breaths. “I can’t feel my balls,” he managed. “Holy fuck, that’s so weird.”

“It’s like a punch bowl down there.” Lily grimaced and picked up the ping pong ball. “I hope you two are ready for payback.”

Her throw was immaculate, despite both Sirius and Remus blowing on it as it arced over the table. “This is terribly convenient,” Remus said. “Wear a childbirth simulator for fifteen seconds each.”

“Fifteen seconds?” Lily swung around to the camera in disbelief. “I was in labor for four hours!”

“You’re also way stronger than we are,” Remus laughed as Sirius helped Marlene drag a beanbag out onto the glittery tarp.

“Who’s up first?” she asked.

“Sirius,” Lily said without hesitating. “He kicked off my labor, he gets to know what it felt like.”

“Do I get any choice in this?” Sirius asked, though he was already laying down and brushing glitter off his torso to make room for the sensors. Lily took the remote and pressed a few buttons. “Should I apologize now or—shit! Shit, shit, mon dieu, c’est horrible, s’il vous plait, owwwww.”

His hand collided with Remus’ and he grabbed it, squeezing it tight as James watched, wide-eyed, from the sidelines. “Baby, you’re going to break my hand,” Remus wheezed.

Marlene’s timer went off and Sirius scrambled to tear the sticky pads off, practically throwing himself off the beanbag. “That was hell. Lily, don’t ever feel like you need to have children again.”

Remus swallowed thickly as he took Sirius’ place, settling back into the cushions. “Hold my hand?”

“Please don’t break my fingers.”

Remus’ knee jerked up on reflex as soon as Lily turned it on and he yelled, eyes flaring wide with surprise. “Motherfucker! Ohhhh my god this is what death feels like. This is what death feels like, I hate I hate it Sirius Black do not let go of my hand.”

“Four hours,” Lily said mildly as he gritted his teeth and Sirius winced at his grip.

The cheerful jingling of the timer made Remus nearly sob with relief; he peeled the sensors off his skin and immediately went over to hug Lily. “You are the most incredible person I know. Please never make us do that again.”

“You chose to do it, Glitter Boy,” she laughed, giving him a playful shove after returning the hug. “Fire away, Cap.”

James had to drink, then Remus, then Lily, and after her shot went wide, Sirius landed a miracle throw. “Let the opposing team shave your head,” James read. He looked up at them and narrowed his eyes. “Touch my hair and I’ll end you.”

“We only have two left,” Lily warned as he took the cup and drank it. “And only one has a dare.”

“I’m not going to sacrifice my hair to win bragging rights.”

His next shot was a laser throw that nearly knocked over the cup it landed in. Sirius’ shoulders slumped when he took the coaster. “Let the opponent smash a pie in your face.”

“Could be worse.” Remus shrugged. “I’m glad I didn’t wear my nice pants today.”

“These chairs are going to live in my nightmares,” he said as they returned to the tarp. Lily and James carefully took the whipped-cream pies from the camera crew.

“Woah, what’s that?!” Lily shouted all of a sudden. Remus startled, turning to look at her, only to get a full pie slammed directly into his face. James didn’t hesitate—he really put his hips into it, and some whipped cream splattered back onto the table.

“Moisturizing is very important,” he said, rubbing the pie in slow circles around Sirius’ face until almost all of it was coating his skin. “Sugar scrubs are all the rage.”

“Do I look exfoliated, sweetheart?” Sirius asked, turning in Remus’ general direction.

“If I could see anything right now, I would say no.” Remus wiped his eyes off and flicked the cream at Lily, who quickly stepped backwards. Sirius leaned over and licked Remus’ cheek, laughing, until Remus grabbed Lily’s mostly-empty pie tin and shoved it in his face.

“I deserved that,” he said, voice muffled by aluminum and filling.

The video cut for a moment, and when it returned, the four of them were pie-free and back at the table. The game had clearly continued off-camera, because each team only had one cup left. Their cheeks were significantly more flushed than before.

“Just out of curiosity,” Marlene cut in as Sirius picked up the ball. “On a scale of 1-10, how drunk do you think you are right now?”

Lily made a face. “Maybe, like, a four?”

“Three,” James said.

“Yeah, three.” Sirius hiccupped at the end of his sentence, clearly startling himself. “…three and a half.”

“I’ll have to agree with the collective,” Remus said. “Not anywhere close to drunk drunk, because it’s shitty beer, but pleasantly buzzed. Take the average of everyone else and that’s…about three and a third? The math is skewed if Sirius goes with three and a half instead. I dunno.”

There was a beat of quiet before James shook his head. “Only you would do tipsy math to calculate how drunk you are instead of guesstimating like the rest of us. Fuckin’ nerd.”

“Fuck off, you can’t even do addition.”

Sirius threw the ping pong ball before the argument could get any more heated and it bounced off the table, hitting James right on the cheek. “Oops.”

“Hey!” It was James’ turn to throw next, and he deliberately aimed for Sirius’ face—Sirius ducked and it flew past him, hitting something off screen with a clatter. “Sorry!”

“Ha! That’s what you get.”

Remus rolled his eyes and took the ball; it went into James and Lily’s final cup despite their defense tactics. “Ah, shit,” Lily muttered as she picked up the coaster. “Pour beer into your partner’s mouth using only your feet. J, do you trust me with this?”

“I love you, but no.”

“That’s fair. To the tarp!”

Remus and Sirius watched with far too much glee as Lily laid down and Marlene put a fresh beer cup between the soles of James’ feet. “Ready?” he asked her. She nodded and opened her mouth as he began slowly tilting it.

“Chug! Chug! Chug!” Remus and Sirius chanted from the sidelines. About halfway through, the cheap plastic cup folded and rolled out of James’ grip, bouncing off Lily’s nose and falling to the floor.

She sat up quickly, checking her hair as the last of the liquid formed a puddle on the tarp. “Is it in my hair?”

All three men squinted at her. “Nope,” James said after a moment. “All good. Did we complete the dare?”

Marlene made an ‘ehh’ noise as she tossed them a towel to mop up the spill. “You didn’t finish the cup…”

“The coaster said nothing about finishing!” Sirius protested. “They did what they were asked.”

“Babe, we want them to lose,” Remus muttered.

Sirius winced. “Right. My bad.”

Both Remus and Lily heaved a sigh as they went back to their positions. It was Lily’s throw next—neither of them tried to prevent the inevitable and the resignation on their faces when the ball landed with a gentle plop aged them by ten years. Remus slid the coaster out. “Huh. Not bad. Let the opponent give you both three-minute makeovers.”

“Dibs on Remus,” Lily said immediately. He looked rather flattered by that and Sirius groaned.

“Pots, I don’t trust you with makeup.”

“Smart boy. Get over here and let me make you handsome.” James grinned and took the container of makeup supplies from Marlene, patting the two chairs at the front. “Lils, I don’t know what half this stuff is.”

“That just makes it more fun!” she said cheerfully as Remus sat down and she rummaged through the various bottles and brushes. “If we only have three minutes, I think we should do something simple and pretty. The glitter is really going to make it better.”

“Three minutes is so much time!” James laughed. Both Marlene and Lily gave him incredulous looks. “No?”

“Honey, it takes me twenty minutes to do a full face of makeup in the morning.”

“Jesus.”

“Time starts…now!” Marlene tapped her phone and Lily uncapped a dark pencil; Remus leaned away from her as she neared his face with it.

“What is that?”

“Eyeliner.”

“Please don’t blind me.”

Lily scoffed. “Have a little faith, Loops.”

James on the other hand, grabbed some mascara and began shakily applying it to Sirius’ lashes. “This is surprisingly difficult. How do I know if it’s working?”

“Usually you can see the color transfer over.”

“My eyelashes are already black,” Sirius said, wincing as James jabbed the side of his nose. “Watch it.”

“They’re also really long,” Lily said as she continued drawing a steady line along Remus’ lids. “Mascara might not do very much for the lucky bastard.”

“It’s not my fault I have long eyelashes!” Sirius protested as James moved on to the second eye.

“Do you have any idea how many women would kill do have those?”

“Ten seconds!” Marlene called. Lily swore under her breath and began putting the finishing touches on the second eye. “And…done!”

“I don’t know about you guys, but I feel hot as hell,” Remus laughed, batting his eyes at the camera. Marlene handed him a mirror and his eyebrows rose. “Thank you, Lily, I look so fancy.”

“My eyes are sticking together.” Sirius grimaced and blinked a few times so the clumpy mascara would settle. He looked over at Remus and went still.

“What?”

“You—hmm.” He paused for a second. “You look really nice. Very punk rock.”

Remus smiled. “Thanks. Some of your glitter stuck to the mascara, so you’re very sparkly right now.”

“Re, you have light eyes, which helped a bit,” Lily explained as she tossed the eyeliner and mascara into the makeup container. “Contrasting colors always pop better, and everyone looks sexy in eyeliner.”

“I wore it for Halloween last year and it was awesome,” James said, heading back to the table.

“Final throws!” Marlene called. All four of them looked over in surprise. “Did you all forget the point of the game? Loser is whoever drinks their cup first.”

Remus turned Sirius by his shoulders and looked deep into his eyes. “Please, please don’t miss this throw.”

“As if I’m letting James fucking Potter beat us in beer pong,” Sirius scoffed, kissing his forehead before lining up for the shot; it bounced off the rim and dropped right in. The room exploded into noise as Marlene blew the victory airhorn and Remus and Sirius began jumping up and down, yelling incoherently. James and Lily both groaned as he drank their last cup.

“Do we get a prize?” Remus asked.

“Bragging rights,” Marlene said as she took their empty cups. “I might have some Lions merch—”

Four hasty ‘no thank you’s answered and she laughed, shaking her head.

“Alright, sign us off!”

“Thanks for watching, Lions! I’m Sirius Black—”

“I’m Remus Lupin.”

“I’m Lily Potter.”

“And I’m James Potter.”

Marlene popped into view one more time. “Quick disclaimer: we do have a designated driver waiting today. Remember to like and subscribe for more Lion Pride content!”

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zabrak-show · 3 years

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When the Sun Comes Up | Maul x Reader

A/N: This was a request from @botherbother-blog�� using a prompt from this list. #33 “Everyone thinks I should stay away from you because you’re dangerous.”

I started this awhile back, but was hit with a bit of a block. I quite like the story and hope to continue it.

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: Reader orphaned at a young age seeks vengeance. A strange man in dark robes prowls their city and an obsession blooms.

Warnings/Tags: Pre phantom menace, past trauma mentioned, loss of family, burns and scarring, disfigurement from burns, blood mentioned, no planet mentioned use your imagination and insert any that you like, gender neutral reader, morally gray reader, all set up pretty much so far.

AO3

Salty sea spray misted your face and the wind drew out your hair like wicked curlicues. Toes dipped into the wet sand, water pooling between them, the ebbing water’s edge dampening your hem. The gray sky mirrored the dull ache in your chest. The roaring of the waves allowed a small reprieve from the cacophony of voices swirling around your mind.

The man in black robes clung to your mind like seaweed wrapped around the driftwood on the shore. It was a mess. Impossible to distinguish where it all began and how to remove it without making a bigger mess in the act. Was the wood better or worse off with the seaweed? The seaweed would be fine either way. The seaweed gave no care in the world if the driftwood was there or not. It could find something else to cling to or float in the water on its own.

A speeder rumbled in the distance. The intensity of the moment grew as the buzzing of the speeder drew nearer and nearer. The beating of your heart thumped into your ears overtaking any and all other sounds. The thundering roar of the speeder was no match for your wicked heart. Even the ocean’s violent waves turned into background static.

You didn’t have to turn to feel his glowing amber eyes boring into you, into your soul. The sand cemented your feet into place, there was nowhere left to run. You turned to glimpse him, only a bit of his face shone under the dark robes now rustling in the sea breeze. Your stomach knotted and your breath hitched. His alluring mystery was more than you could stand.

For a moment, you imagined walking out into the sea. Letting the water have its way with you and disposing of you as it pleased. Ridding you of the utter madness of these thoughts, and these nightmares.

You’d followed him for weeks, studying his movements. Trying to make sense of someone whose sole life purpose was to take another’s life away. It was what you craved, after all though. It didn’t take long for him to catch you following him. The cat and mouse dance between you two was coming to a climax. Your guts, now replaced with bricks of uncertainty and eager anticipation of what was to come.

Duty called, revenge was so close you could taste it. You pushed the chaos out of your mind for the time being as you knelt down to pick up your side bag and shoes.

Revenge is all I need. Revenge is all I shall focus on from here on out.

He nodded his head, it was enough to know what he wanted.

You climbed atop the speeder and wrapped your arms around the man in black robes. You couldn’t ignore the warmth seeping into your hands from underneath his robes as you squeezed his middle for stability. You breathed in the smell of his musk; spicy, primal, and metallic. His recent kill still fresh on his skin and robes.

He was an assassin. Exactly the kind you imagined had killed your entire family and enslaved the rest of your clan. Pure dumb luck spared you. A tiny thing you were back then. The spaces between the walls were your playground. Hiding and scheming, dreaming up ridiculous pranks to play on your siblings. You’d barely made it out of the house on time when it went up in flames. Your body still holding the scars and disfigurement as proof.

For so long you had been alone on this dirtball. Alone with your thoughts of loss, sorrow, loneliness, and the ache of retribution that seemed so far fetched, yet was all that kept you clinging on to life. The others around you would never understand the ache in your belly. The ache that felt worse than any hunger pangs you’d experienced. Worse than the burns that never quite healed right across much of your skin.

“Stay away from the man in black robes.”

“He carries dark chaotic energy. A pure monster.”

“Cares nothing, but to kill.”

Whispers on the wind about the mysterious man who clung to the shadows and wielded power like none you’d seen before. You had to know more. This could not be a coincidence. Either he’d come back for you, to finish what he’d left all those years ago. Or he could lead you to who did.

You gripped him tighter still as he rounded a corner narrowly avoiding the cliffs on either side of you. He was firm and unmoving no matter how hard you squeezed it seemed. Not something you wanted to test exactly. You were only clinging to him for survival, of course. You would never choose to be so physically close with someone so...so evil. Yet you breathed him in, melting a bit into his back.

The speeder bike slowed and stopped with a soft clatter. You were slow to unhook your arms from him. Somehow the comfort of the moment had clouded your mind, but he stood and shook you off of him. Reality pooled back into your thoughts as you made your own way off the speeder.

He had taken you far away from anything and anyone. No one could hear you scream out here. There were cliffs flanking either side of you and the wind whistled through the crevasse, prickling your skin with the chill it carried.

He advanced with a smirk on his face. He was enjoying that he frightened you. This is the kind of thing that got him off, you supposed. What else would get an evil person so delighted.

“You may think I am evil. I am not. I am efficient.” He snarled out past grime-covered teeth.

“I...I don’t...I don’t think-”

“Why are you following me? Are you working for the Jedi?”

“A Jedi?! No, no I don’t know any Jedi. Why are you here? Who have you been killing?”

The words tumbled out of you in a rush. You looked down at the dried blood on his robes and back up to his glowing eyes. Instincts had you back away from him in fear. Afraid of what his answer would be. Afraid of his reaction.

He stepped towards you with a slow conviction, never breaking eye contact, until he was less than an arm’s length away. He grabbed your chin with a gloved hand and pulled your face up close to his. The leather of his gloves smelled new and it was soft and cool against your skin. His hold was firm, but not painful. A grimace overtook your features and you imagined spitting into his face, but held back out of fear.

“Now, you will quit following me and go back to doing whatever it is you do here.” He pushed you back with such force you half tumbled onto the rocky ground. He turned with a growl and started to mount his speeder.

“Wait.” you croaked out. “Wait, 18 years ago. Were you here 18 years ago?”

He paused atop the speeder and half turned towards you.

“Why?” he snarled.

“My family… someone, someone like you killed my entire family 18 years ago. That’s why I’ve been watching you.” It was a bold move. Laying all your cards on the table for him, but you had nothing left to lose. If he left you out here, defenseless as you were, you could die just as easily as by his hand. And if he’d wanted to kill you, he could have done it by now.

He remained in his half-turned seated position to respond, “No. No, I have never been here. And 18 years ago I was a small boy. I did not kill your family.”

He turned back to stare ahead of him and to turn the speeder on.

“Wait!”

You rushed to him, feet scrambling on the uneven terrain as you grabbed his arm.

“Please can you help me find who did?” His eyes grew big as he stared down at your hand clutching onto his arm through several layers of fabric. Stars, did he wear a lot of layers!

“I don’t have time for your problems. Hop on and I’ll take you back to where I found you.” He shook his arm free from your clutches and you climbed back on the speeder and held him close to you. He hesitated before taking off.

“But then you will leave me alone.”

You made no response and he took off.

The day was growing old and the night was settling in. Darkness crept all around, you could barely see where he was going, but trusted that he must. The warmth radiating off him took away the bite of the chill air whipping around you. You hugged him from behind, pressing your entire body and face against his back. Your eyelids weighed down and you blinked slow, each time harder to open them back up. It had been such a long day on the run and you were so tired if only to rest your eyes for a moment….

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You awoke alone. Cold and dark on a metal bed with a thin sad excuse for a mattress and no blanket. Your body ached and convulsed with shivers. You sat up on the bed and looked around to get your bearings. It appeared you were on someone’s ship. How could that be? The last thing you remembered was, oh him. What had you gotten yourself into now?

Footsteps approached clanging on the metal floor plates. You looked down at the black leather boots now standing right next to you. Your eyes traveled up his black robes to his crimson face with intimidating black tattoos. You studied the designs for a moment, noting how they accentuated his already frightening and handsome features. You’d not seen him without his hood obscuring his face. You’d not seen the horns on his head that formed a perfect crown. He looked like a king. Your stomach turned upside down and your cheeks grew hot despite the cold air.

“You fell asleep on my speeder.”

His arms crossed at his chest and his permanent scowl stared down at you.

“I am terribly sorry. I um…” your teeth chattered from the cold and you hunched over trying to warm your bare arms.

“You should leave when the sun rises.”

“Do you have any blankets?”

He rolled his eyes and took off his cloak with finesse none like you’d seen anyone quite do when undressing before. Not even the dancers at the local saloon could pretend to carry themselves with such a flair for drama. He threw the cloak at you and you wrapped it around yourself. It was still warm and, stars, it smelled like him. You tried not to let on the pure rush of serotonin this maneuver had garnered by flashing a half-smile.

He started to walk away and you got up to follow him.

“What’s your name?”

He stopped and turned to face you. His grimy teeth bared in a grimace and he hissed in a breath of air.

“Maul.” He spat the name out at you and turned away, but you kept at him, following every footstep.

“Do you think you can help me, Maul? Help me find who killed my family?”

“I told you I don’t have time for that. I know nothing of what happened to your family and even if I did, I wouldn’t waste my time telling you about it or helping you in any way.” “Right, you’re busy. Maybe, maybe you could…” you stared at your feet, only your toes peeking out under his robes.

“Whatever it is you’re trying to spit out. No, No I can’t.”

You sighed. You were despondent. This was futile. He wouldn’t help you. Why would he? You were nothing from nowhere.

His comlink beeped and he rushed away to the cockpit of the ship. The door hissed shut behind him. You had until dawn to convince him otherwise. You mulled over the conversations of the day with him, as little as they were. There had to be something you could use to prove your worthiness. The door hissed open and it came to you at once.

“The Jedi.”

“What?!”

“The Jedi, you, you were asking if I was with the Jedi.”

“Yes, and?”

“I know where they are hiding on this planet. I can help you find them, if you help me.”

He pressed into you now with his entire body and you backed up until there was only the hallway wall and he didn’t let up. You were now overheated and unable to move.

“Tell me, why I shouldn’t torture and kill you for the information now?” His hot breath on your face drove you mad and your ears filled up with the thrumming of your heartbeat again.

“Because,” you squeaked out, “because you’ll need me to get into these places, they won’t suspect a local.”

He backed away a bit and put his hands against the wall at either side of your face, trapping you still. Your breath ran ragged and you didn’t hide it.

“Very well. When the sun comes up we shall test this theory of yours.” He let down his arms and backed away from you. Your body was rigid and felt like it would never relax even without his dominating form pressed into you. He studied you for a moment, giving you a once over with his eyes.

“You should get some sleep.”

“What about you? I mean, where do you sleep?”

“I don’t sleep. So whatever bantha fodder plan you’re thinking of, don’t.”

“No, I wouldn’t...I” you shook your head.

“Well, what then?”

“I wondered if you had a more comfortable bed?”

His scoff was answer enough. It was a stupid question. You’d never been on a starship before. You’d always imagined it being so much more luxurious.

You climbed back into the small dark bunk. At least you had his robe to keep you warm. You hoped his scent never wore off.

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AYO HERE WE GO AGAIN procrastinating essays for fic purposes anyway anyone want some more hurt/comfort?

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In his time in Redglass, Vega had developed a habit of neglecting to knock on Avarice’s door. It was mostly a karma thing, since he was pretty sure Avarice hadn’t given him polite notice for entering his room once the whole time he had been here; in fact, ‘polite’ and ‘Avarice’ didn’t even belong in the same sentence. So, when he wanted something (in this case, the extra test tubes that he had stolen for gods-know-what), he just announced himself and swung open the door without a second thought.

Amazingly, the first thing that concerned him wasn’t the smell of burning feathers, or the fact that the thieving bastard was kneeling shirtless opposite a full-length mirror - no, what concerned him was the fact that Avarice jumped when he walked in, so much so that the metal tinderbox in his hand fell to the floor with a clatter so loud it made Vega wince. It’s not like he’d never seen Avarice startled before - sudden loud noises in particular tended to have an effect on him - but he’d found out the hard way that Avarice reacted violently to being surprised (he’d had a knife pulled on him several times for some relatively harmless pranks), and almost jumping out of his skin and singeing the carpet was anything but in character for him. So, clearly, something was wrong.

And that was when he clocked the tinderbox.

To his credit, Avarice gathered himself so quickly that Vega could almost ignore the situation, switching to a cross-legged position and sweeping the firestarter under one leg. He raised an eyebrow curiously, entirely ignoring Vega’s (completely justified) incredulity. “Any particular reason you’re here, or do you just like looking at me?”

“Why do I smell burning?”

“Why are you here?” he repeated, a little more firmly.

“Something about those test tubes you stole, but now I’m more concerned that you’re conspiring to commit arson, or something.”

“Ah.” He paused, then waved a hand. “Well, you aren’t getting them back, so you might as well just-”

“Turn around,” Vega sighed, clicking the door shut behind him. “I’m not stupid: burning skin isn’t hard to recognise. Turn around so I can see how much damage you’ve done.”

Avarice glared at him for a moment, although Vega’s expression was completely unchanging aside from the expectant raise of an eyebrow. He sighed, and - wordlessly - he turned around and let Vega do… whatever he was hoping to achieve with that request. (It wouldn’t hurt that much, would it? And he really couldn’t be bothered arguing.)

He flinched when Vega drew in a surprised breath - trying very hard to conceal the disbelieving sympathy he absolutely did not feel (Avarice was notoriously difficult to pity: although, who wouldn’t he feel bad for after seeing this?) - and ran his fingers lightly down the ragged line of blackened skin spanning a majority of his spine. His voice softened.

“How’d this happen, puppy?”

“You might want to clarify.” Avarice shrugged, his voice tense and deliberate, and clearly trying very hard to force out a sense of nonchalance about the whole situation. “There’s- ah-”

“A lot, right. I can see that.” He pressed down just a little harder on the long, jagged

line of burns, noticing with alarm that some were still warm, and tried to ignore the sharp intake of breath that the new pressure prompted. “Let’s start with the burns.”

“I don’t think I have to tell you- ah-!”

He cut himself off with a sharp exclamation of pain, clearly far louder than he had intended, as Vega pressed significantly harder on the affected area than the last time. He felt bad, sure: as satisfying as it was, hearing Avarice in pain was never particularly comfortable. It was always… incongruous. It didn’t sound right. But Avarice’s willingness to talk about himself tended to be directly proportional to his mood: which is to say, he didn’t talk about himself at all, so - as guilty as he, admittedly, felt - his concern regarding the frankly disturbing amount of scars spanning Avarice’s back outweighed that guilt. (Because, really, without regarding him as infallible or boosting his ego more than necessary: it was difficult to imagine something that could get away with hurting him the way that sheer quantities of scars indicated).

“Fine,” he relented after a long period of motionlessly glaring so hard at the wall that Vega could swear he saw it smouldering. “The burns were all me. They’re intentional. Can I go now?”

Vega blinked. “All of them?”

“No, only a few- yes all of them, moron. That’s what I said.”

“And- uh- why?”

Avarice just sighed impatiently, fidgeting with his hands. “I don’t have to tell you-” his voice broke off into a high-pitched yelp as Vega briefly pressed down on his burns in warning - not enough to significantly hurt him, of course, but just enough to cause a little discomfort. His shoulders dropped, and he let out a small, relenting exhale. “You’re aware of my... ancestry, correct?”

“What, that you’re part-”

“That, yes,” he interrupted. “And as such, there are certain… manifestations of that lineage that I would rather not be a part of.”

“Like?”

“Not important,” he dismissed, “but either way, they grow far too quickly unless I do something about it. So…” he kicked the tinderbox out from under his leg and waved a hand vaguely in its direction. “This is the best solution I could find.”

“Gods, is that why I could smell burning feathers?”

He didn’t answer.

“Just- just clip them off, or something! I’m sure it would hurt less.”

“They grow too quickly,” he muttered under his breath. “Killing the skin slows it down a little.”

“A little? It’s a miracle anything can grow at all!”

“Thank you.” And Vega could tell he was smirking even without looking at his face. “Can you go now?”

There was a long pause.

“Those look like whip marks,” Vega finally pointed out, tracing a thumb along one of the thin red lines that defiled the large majority of Avarice’s back. Avarice scoffed as if his breathing hadn’t hitched up the second he touched him, making some lighthearted comment about how it was obvious they were whip marks - what else would they be? - and entirely ignoring the implicit question. Vega sighed. His hands found another line, long and cutting so deep he winced just from looking at it, spanning a diagonal across his whole back - and Avarice let out a small, involuntary hum as he ran one finger down its length. “Feel like explaining, pet?”

“Not in the slightest,” he shot back, his tensed-up position entirely unchanging as he spoke.

“Avarice,” he warned.

“No, really, I don’t owe you anything. I don’t have to explain-”

“Avarice.”

“I don’t have to explain anything to you,” he snapped, and was that a tremor in his voice?

“Sure, maybe not, but you’ve got to explain it to someone.” He rolled his eyes. “And - knowing you - you probably haven’t, because you’re an emotionally stunted jackass, right?”

“Piss off, Mochizuki.”

“You haven’t, right?”

“You don’t know me.”

“That means you haven’t, right?”

“Fuck off.”

“So you-”

“Fine!” he caved. “No, I haven’t talked about it. And I don’t plan on starting. So kindly piss off and leave me alone, sweetheart.”

“What if I told you,” he ran one finger down the length of a particularly deep red mark, furrowing his eyebrows and graciously pretending not to hear the high, almost whimpering noise Avarice was trying very hard to conceal, “that I’m not leaving until I get answers?”

“Then I suppose we’d be here for a while, wouldn’t we?”

They stayed like that for a while, Avarice remaining as stubborn as ever while Vega tried every approach he could think of to coerce him into talking; none of it worked, of course, because - for some reason - he was far more tight-lipped about this than the blatant self-mutilation. In fact, at some point during Vega questioning him, Avarice stopped speaking entirely. No snarky insults, or one-liners, or denials, just… nothing. Long, one-sided silence. Although, to be honest, Vega barely noticed until he broke it.

“I don’t want to think about it,” he muttered, although his voice didn’t sound quite right: quiet - timid, even - somewhat reminiscent of a child caught in a lie, and self-contradictory coming from Avarice’s mouth. “I would tell you, sure, but there’s a lot, and my head hurts when I think about it, so I’m sure as hell not going to start explaining things out loud.”

And, despite everything, Vega’s heart ached. Watching him explain things so casually, as if it was normal, as if it wasn’t the same reasoning that made Vega so terrified of his god, as if forcing himself not to think about something for twenty four hours a day wasn’t difficult and distressing and awful. He hated Avarice, sure - Avarice was difficult not to hate, the arrogant prick - but nonetheless he couldn’t stop himself from sympathising.

“Is that enough? Can you go now?”

He wanted to say no. He so badly wanted to say no: make him talk it out like he knew from experience he so desperately needed to do.

But forcing him wouldn’t get them anywhere.

“Sure, fine,” he relented, ruffling his hair teasingly as he stood up. Avarice pretended to be annoyed. “But if you ever do feel like talking-”

“You’ll be the last person I go to,” he affirmed, standing up and turning to face Vega, mildly irritated - although he rolled his eyes and softened a little when he saw his face. He lowered his voice. “Thank you, Mochizuki.”

Vega almost choked. “I’m- I’m sorry, what was that? I didn’t quite hear you.”

“Fuck off.”

“Alright, fair.”

He chuckled and turned to leave, pausing with his hand on the doorknob.

“Oh, and, mutt?”

Avarice raised his head.

“If I don’t see those test tubes on my desk in two days’ time, you’re dead.”

#tw self harm #tw implied abuse #tw injury #hurt/comfort #whump #oc whump #vega uses dog-related language in a way that would sound like they were dating to ANYONE else #really it's mostly teasing #avarice kiriatta #vega mochizuki

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5-falsehoods-phonated · 4 years

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No problem! What if you used Cold Blooded Torture and Trying to Wake Them Up? (I would like it if you used Logan as the victim but you can do whoever!)

(Prompts with boxes have been taken, highlighted have been written.)

Requests for this card are closed for now as I have quite a bit to work on with this and personal projects. An ordered wip post will be made after this one if you’re curious what I’m working on. Also i apologize for this being written so long after you requested it, my hiatus took a little longer than expected. I hope you enjoy this though!

Across The Hall He Waits For You

Summary: Logan wakes up in a confusing environment with an even more confusing man keeping him prisoner. But just when he thinks he's finally free, he only becomes more trapped.

Warnings: psychological torture, physical violence, crying, minor character death, blood, broken bones. If there are more you need added please let me know!

Prompt: Cold Blooded Torture, Trying to Wake Them Up

Ships: Analogical, Logan x Virgil

WC: 4, 805

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Logan's breath caught as the faint screaming finally cut off, the final echoes bouncing around in his cell until they faded out completely. His was a soundproof room, as he expected the other's had to be since it seemed as if under any other circumstances this would be a regular house. The walls were lined with acoustic panels from floor to ceiling, the latter covered with them save for the light source and the former having plush deep green carpeting that was covered with a plastic tarp around where his chair sat. Logan shivered involuntarily as he thought for the umpteenth time what that could mean for him.

The chair was simple and wooden, his bare legs sticking to it uncomfortably with his ankles and knees strapped down tightly with creaking leather strips. The fact that they seemed to be little more than modified belts gave him the barest hint of hope that maybe whoever was keeping him here for whatever reason wasn't experienced in...whatever it was they were doing that Logan carefully pushed to the back of his mind. The window was shut and boarded up with more panelling from what he could see over his shoulder but dim light still filtered through to him from the slightly open door.

He smiled thinly as it reminded him of his son, always needing the door open just a bit with some form of light coming through to scare away the monsters he was sure were lurking in the darkest corners of his room, imagination that was so bright in the sun turned menacing fangs towards him in the dark, making him cry and run down the hall to their room most nights to crawl safely between him and his husband. Something that he now very much understood as slow tears tracked down his cheeks, wrists straining against more creaking bonds that held his hands securely behind the back of the chair. He hung his head low as he once again wracked his brain for any reason he could possibly be here.

A prank? Much too cruel of one to pull on anyone, especially for this long. It had been at least a day from what Logan could assess, maybe longer as he didn't know how long he had been unconcious in the room. Everything was placed just a bit too dilerberatly for this to be a prank as well, his bonds just a bit too tight, the fact that he was naked except for his boxers and the people who knew him certainly knew how uncomfortable he would be with it. So that left more malicious reasons. He was held like he was going to be tortured, that much he could gathe from the screams. The tarp made it seem like it would be heavily physical, though no tools were present in the room from what he could see to give a sense of how. Had a serial killer taken him? He hadn't heard of any cases. Assasination? He wasn't that important to his knowledge, a lowly lab tech for a blood lab hardly jumped out as being anyone with important enough knowledge to warrant whatever he was in for. That left just a random person taking another random person in to do with what they would, which also made very little sense since the room was so well prepared.

All the thinking did was deepen the pit of anxiety curling his stomach muscles tight and making him shake slightly with fear and anticipation, thoughts bouncing from one point in his skull to the next making him even more disoriented than he was before. He craved for something, anything to happen, just so long as he wasn't isolated with his spiraling thoughts anymore, on a chair his clammy skin stuck to with little relief from shifting and creaking leather binding him to it in a way that had most of his extremities falling asleep. His fingers flexed with maddening numbness as he once again tried to shift stiffly in his confines, really only succeeding in making everything worse. Huffing out a breath before holding it in sudden fear he strained his ears to listen.

Boots squeaked on what was either hardwood or linoleum outside his door and as the door creaked open he was mildly surprised that if he hadn't been tied down the man who entered wouldn't be intimidating at all. Wispy brown hair hung messily around bright green eyes that held no expression at all. A mask covered his mouth and nose while a plain rumpled tshirt, jeans and work boots dressed the rest of him. The door creaked as he shut it and he swung a small backpack down to the floor almost casually, making no effort to even look at the helpless man in the center of the room. Logan watched with baited breath as the man rummaged around, gathering his courage and opening his mouth.

"Where-"

The other mans reflexes were quick, a small pocket knife clattering to the ground between his feet before his mouth even registered the pain. It had thankfully been closed when it was thrown, leaving what he assessed to be little more than a swollen lip but his anxiety only climbed to new heights with the split second interaction.

The man continued to rummage in his pack, seemingly pushing around fabric and tools Logan couldn't see until he pulled out a water bottle. He tensed as the man stood and walked up to him, holding the open bottle to his lips patiently. Carefully Logan took a few sips before it was taken away. A folding chair was brought over from against a wall Logan couldn't see and the man sat down heavily on it, drinking from the same bottle lazily as he settled. Logan let out a tiny sigh of relief. At least the water hadn't been poisoned...unless poison could sit on top and he got the most potent dose and the man was leading him into a false sense of security and was just waiting-

Inwardly he shook himself from his thoughts. He couldn't afford to panic, that would be his husband's job, which he winced to think about. He was probably frantic, already suffering from anxiety and now Logan missing...did the man take him too? Is that who the other screams belonged to? His chest constricted as he looked back up.

"Where is-" Again he was cut off with the blunt end to the knife in his face, picked up when he wasn't paying attention and cracking his lower lip this time, falling in the same place between his feet. Leaning forward the other man grabbed the knife back, dragging it slowly against the carpet as he sat up.

"Speak when spoken to." He said simply.

Under any other circumstances Logan would say fuck it and yell and scream until he had no voice, but he needed more information and couldn't risk getting him upset. If he was able to escape he needed to be in the best shape possible and taking the chance the man was throwing randomly and risking getting an eye poked out certainly wasn't in his best interest. So he tried his best to relax, swiping his tongue over the well of blood on his lip and staring ahead expectantly.

The man settled back and regarded him with interest, the only clue into any emotion a slightly quirked eyebrow. He capped the water bottle and set it between his legs on the chair, bringing his hands up to rest on top of his head while twirling the knife expertly between his fingers.

"Logan Brian Croft. Interesting name."

Confused, Logan only nodded, swallowing hard as he tried to dismiss the fact that this man knew his full name.

"And your son, Roman, he's what...four? Five?"

"If you have done anything to my son, rest assured I'll-" He cried out as his lip split further, the knife once again between his feet.

"Speak when spoken to. Answer the questions given. You're smart this shouldn't be too hard." The wiry man picked up the knife again and twirled it aimlessly as he watched Logan squirm under his gaze, a glare fixed upon his swelling face. "So, four? Five?"

"He's seven." Logan spat, blood spattering on his knee.

The man smirked as he settled in more. "Seven then. Young enough to get fairy tales read to him still?"

What in the world was this person getting at? "Of course."

"What's his favorite?"

"...I- he likes so many. I suppose he's been partial to The Twelve Dancing Princesses lately."

"Mm. Bit of a less popular one." The knife was set down to Logan's immediate relief, the man's arms crossing over his chest. "Tell me about it. What's the plot?"

"What?" Thoroughly confused but quick to realize his mistake he hastily amended. "Yes right! It tells the story of twelve princesses being locked in their room each night but in the morning their shoes being worn down as though they were out all night. The king, not receiving any explanation from them, implores any man to discover their secret within three days or be sentenced to death." Here he paused and looked at the other for confirmation to continue, to which he nodded. Perplexed Logan pressed on.

'Just play the game right.' He thought. 'Just survive.'

"Many men try and fail to stay awake to discover their secret as the princesses give them sleeping potions each night. An old soldier on his way to the castle receives a magic cloak and a warning against the wine from an old woman. As might falls he pretends to sleep then dons the cloak to spy, following them through a trap door leading to a grove then a lake then a castle where they all dance the night away. Taking branches and a goblet as evidence to the king, the princess's finally confess. The king makes the soldier his heir and gives him the eldest daughters hand in marriage as a reward."

The man nods thoughtfully. "Odd he likes it so much but I guess that's kids for you. But wasn't it an old man who gave the soldier the warning?"

Logan furrowed his brow as he thought. He was certain it had been a woman but it was such a small detail, and with no means to look it up...he eyes the knife fearfully, his lip still throbbing. "Yes I- suppose it might have been."

Smirking, the man stands not before pocketing the knife and holds up the water bottle again. Getting a few sips before it was taken away the man refolded the chair, grabbed his bag, and left.

Logan blinked. That...couldn't be it. He was expecting an interrogation, more violence, personal questions; though he was thankful it hadn't gone that way it left him no less cofused. He tugged a bit more at his bonds and his heart leapt in his chest at the realization that maybe they felt just the slightest bit looser. Straining his ears for any signs the man would return soon and hearing none he settled back as much as he could and grit his teeth. Flexing his muscles he stretched the belt section as much as he could by pulling his wrists apart, the edges digging even more painfully at the already tender flesh. He didn't get very far but held it there for as long as he could before laxing and stretching his tingling fingers. Rolling his head back to stare at the ceiling he took a breath and tensed again.

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Waking up again had Logan flinching back from green eyes violently seeing his captor sat not one foot away from him. The door was slightly open behind him and he could just make out the sound of muffled crying coming from somewhere nearby.

"Who is-" A crack sounded shortly in the altered room, Logan's cheek throbbing and neck bending sideways with the force of the blow. Tears threatened to spill as he glared stubbornly back at the man, who looked on as impassively as ever.

"Forgotten the rules already? Figured you'd be smarter than that."

He shifted to sit straighter as the other leaned back, wrists aching from the strain he had put on them the day prior. He could feel the dull throb of his heartbeat in his fingertips and he tried in vain to flex his fingers, only earning painful spasms in return. A water bottle was again shoved in his face and with it came the realization that he needed a bathroom. Thankfully it wasn't yet uncomfortable but it was enough to make him hesitate taking the offer. Deciding staying hydrated was ultimately more important he earned a few sips against his cracked lip before it was taken away entirely too soon, making him want to whine at the loss but not wanting to give anything away.

Logan noticed the knife in the man's front pocket and cringed involuntarily while his abuser downed half the bottle himself, smacking his lips and laying a hand on the handle as a warning. Through nerves making his chest tighten once again Logan tried his best to concentrate on what the other might want today.

"Your son, you said he's six right?"

"Seven." Logan answered automatically.

"Hm. So that would mean he's in first grade."

"Yes." Llgan nearly smiled at the thought of how much Roman enjoyed school. He did very well, always getting straight A's and B's and making new friends. He was such an outgoing child, so much unlike his fathers and Logan honestly didn't know where he got it from. He supposed someone had to be the personable one in their small family.

"Does he talk about his friends a lot?" This sent Logan immediately on edge. If this person expected Logan to talk about his sons friends and possibly put them in danger- he would gladly take whatever punishment there was to keep them safe. Seeing the look on his face the other shook his head. "You can abbreviate their names, no harm is coming to them. Just making some friendly conversation. It's not as if I don't already have their information."

"I-"

"There's Patton right? Little curly haired boy, rather skittish. And Janus, odd name but he goes by Dee anyway...he's the one with eczema right?" Alarm bells ringing Logan began shaking his head.

"N-no, you have that wrong. Janus is someone entirely diff-" His desperate attempt to throw him off was met with another back-handed slap to the same cheek, making his vision wink with blackness temporarily.

"Don't lie. I have the information already and all playing hero will get you is more than you could handle."

Thoroughly fed up, Logan sat up and spat blood in the other man's face, earning slight satisfaction in the brief look of shock that crossed over it. Cringing slightly at the look he recieved but staring up with defiance none the less he watched as the man wiped his cheek in mild disgust.

"I wouldn't have done that."

"Fuck you." The words felt strange falling from his mouth, he rarely ever swore especially directed at others, but the fear was rapidly being replaced by adrenaline as his body braced itself for punishment, drowning out any and all rational thought. When the man stood however, he turned and left the room, leaving the door open enough that he could just catch sight of the beige hallways walls beyond.

When the screaming started, the adrenaline high he'd been riding left him so quickly it left him gasping for breath, the previous defiance replaced with a cold pit of dread as the persons pitch went up to a painful octave. Both doors must have been left open for how clearly their voice came through now. Shutting his eyes tightly against it he could only listen as wave after wave of guilt washed over him as whatever was happening seemed to go on endlessly.

The screams turned desperate as the other captive began pleading brokenly. "Please stop, please! I'll do whatever you want! I'll stay quiet, I'll talk, I'll die just PLEASE!"

The last word came out more like a pained shriek that made him flinch back violently in his chair. Something was thrown hard and clattered against something solid making the sound echo briefly over the gasping sobs coming from whoever was in the other room. A door was slammed shut cutting off the sounds before footsteps could be heard coming closer. Logan refused to look up as their torturer entered the room, earning a scoff as he hoisted up his pack to leave.

"I think I've given you enough to think about for today." The door was shut firmly as the rest of the fight drained from Logan and he slumped forward, not noticing the bonds pulling painfully at his joints. Screams echoed in his skull on a constant loop that try as he might would not be expelled from his mind.

Enough to think about indeed.

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"Tell me a fact."

Logan lifted his head tiredly from his chest, blinking slowly at the blurring man. It had been five or six days by his estimate, sleeping slumped in his chair for who knows how long, waking up to recieve sips of water and once a sandwitch crammed down his throat, using the alotted down time to stretch at the bonds around his wrists. Always with the out of the blue questions that he would get a detail wrong about. Lack of proper nutrition and hydration was leaving him feel slow and dimwitted.

What was his son's favorite fairy tale again? The Twelve Dancing Princess'....or was it The Frog Prince? He had a frog plush he really liked so maybe...but no, he knew his son. That had to be it, but the plot was fuzzy and out of focus, details from too many stories mushing together. Did his son have two friends he talked about or was it three? There was another boy who bullied him often but kids would be kids and perhaps it was more friendly competition...at least that's what the man had suggested. He couldn't verify the information and was too tired to care anymore. He got hurt when he asked questions so maybe questions weren't necessary. His captor knew a lot about them and seemed to be in much better health than he was at this point so maybe he did know better.

His thoughts were interupted with a harsh pinch to the frail skin of his thigh. Both of his thighs were covered in bruises from the days prior, and his face was a constant throbbing ache that made his head pound and thoughts slur even more. He was tired and cold and hungry. His mouth tasted like sour blood and he never got enough water to rinse it out properly. Above everything else he really had to pee, but he hadn't been taken out of the chair since he arrived. He wanted nothing more than to be at home, in bed with his husband and son under a mound of blankets with Roman's stuffed bunny pressed into his face and his love's arms securely wrapped around his waist. All he had instead were screams and a hard chair.

A punch to his other thigh made him yelp and look up. "Focus. Tell me a fact. Come on you're full of them."

He didn't understand the game they were playing. What was the point of talking if he'd be told he was wrong anyway? His memories were failing and just yesterday he had forgotten blood was red because it had no oxygen. That seemed so absurd to him at the time but he supposed in his deteriorated state mistakes were bound to happen. Even mistakes regarding a job he had held for years. What was it he had wanted? A fact, right.

"According to all known laws of aviation-" he slurred, giggling a bit to himself as his captive sat back with a carefully neutral expression. His heart leapt in his throat as he stood up and left the room, weakly calling out that he could do better. Before the door was shut he caught sight of a phone in the others hands, making his brain have a semi coherent thought if he ever escaped where to get to a phone.

The door failed to shut all the way and Logan strained his ears to be able to hear the muttering the other side, faintly catching a bit before he moved further down the hall.

"He's getting more and more delirious I think I'll be able to get it out of him soon. ......husb............breaking...." Logan's ears perked at the nearly incoherent sentence. Husband? His husband? Was he here? Was he okay? What about Roman??

With the door open he could hear faint moaning from the other room, and with it came a burst of numb resolve. He was weak but so were his bonds as he had steadily been working them loose over the last few days. Testing their strength he pulled as hard as he could, feeling the rough edge slice against his rubbed raw wrist until with a dull snap the leather fell to the floor. Eyes widening in surprise he wasted no time in bending over to unbuckle his legs and ankles , nearly face planting in his haste to stand. Taking a steadying breath he shuffled slowly to the door and squeezed through the crack, seeing his captor with his back towards him. Easy then, get whoever was in the other room, overtake the wiry man and steal his phone, call the police and get rescued.

Nodding through his doubt and fear he made his way slowly to another door, inching it open and slipping inside. Letting out a breath he turned around and froze, recognizing his husband's thin frame under the mess he had become. His purple hair was matted and plastered to his forehead with sweat and blood alike, his nose an indecipherable blood clot splattered against his face. His whole frame shook with pain as Logan took in the numerous open wounds dripping with blood and pus alike, fingers twisted at odd angles and twitching uselessly against the arms of the chair he was tied to. Haunted eyes darted to his fearfully as he drew a ragged breath through his ruined mouth, moaning with an urgency Logan barely understood.

"Virgil?"

"Lo-"

He didn't even hear his full name before the floor creaked behind him, bladder releasing in fear and adrenaline making him stumble with the intensity. He was seized by the throat before he could make a sound, vision swimming as the man's intense gaze filled his vision.

"And just where did you think you were going?"

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The thick chains ground into his wrist bones painfully while his head lolled from side to side. Wrong. Everything was wrong. He didn't know anything, he didn't feel anything. Virgil's screams had gone quiet hours ago leaving a dull ache in his tired chest. His feet had lost feeling ages ago as his broken ankles swelled beyond his bonds. At least he didn't have to pee anymore. He didn't feel like he had to do much of anything anymore.

He barely twitched as the door opened. He was so, so tired. He had fallen asleep and woken up so many times since his escape attempt he couldn't guess how long he had been here if his brain wasn't already mush. All the facts he felt so accomplished in knowing and studying were wrong. All wrong. Details mixed up and spit out with enough inaccuracies to make him cry if he wasn't so dehydrated. Memories of Virgil and Roman skewed and rotted with the last of his concious thoughts. His husband's smile had forever been replaced by the bloodied face he had seen desperately trying to warn him of his stupidity, and now he had ruined their one chance at escape.

Moaning softly as his chin was pulled down he locked eyes with his captor, who smirked and nodded, holding out his phone. He noticed the call screen running and figured he must be on speaker. What was he meant to do now? Spout off more things that would be proven false with a backhanded slap or a hard punch to the gut?

"The password to your family safe. What is it?"

Somewhere, deep in Logan's subconscious his alarm bells were ringing. He had been beaten, starved and manipulated for days for just this moment, when all his walls were down and he doubted every word that left his mouth. Something wasn't right, the family safe where all their papers were, all their shared stocks and living wills and something else. Something important that he was sure he was forgetting. The thought was gone as soon as it entered as he groggily slurred out some combination of numbers towards the microphone.

His chin was freed as some form of confirmation was given on the other end. His cheek was patted softly, the gentlest he had been touched in so long it made tears prick his eyes. The man hung up and turned to dig through his bag, pulling out a full syringe and uncapping it as Logan watched in confusion, flicking out the air bubbles and turning back towards him.

"Shame my client didn't just recieve the inheritance in the first place, would've been much less painful for you." It clicked then that that was the important thing. The trust fund and pooled inheritance from Virgil's family they had stored away for Roman's future. The last thing that would be left to him if they didn't make it out alive. And he had just given it over to God only knows who.

"Wha-"

"Lethal injection. A mercy really, I have no more need of you and neither does my client. It'll be quick I promise. Just like ripping off a bandaid."

Logans mind connected the dots slowly as the man came towards him, and adrenaline shot through him one last time as he began to panic. Nonononononono! He had to get out! He had to get Virgil, find Roman; he needed them safe! The syringe came closer and closer as if in slow motion and in one last desperate attempt to survive he bucked up violently with everything he had. His ankles protested heavily making him scream in pain and tip his chair back, knocking the needle away and making him fall heavily to the side. As he blinked back the tears he heard a gasp and looked over at the man's shocked expression, moving his eyes down to his thigh where the syringe was now fully dispensed and sticking out of. Too late his abuser snatched it out, breathing heavily as he turned towards Logan.

"What have you done?" He turned and stumbled slightly, falling to his knees and crawling to the door clawing desperately at the handle as his strength seemed to leave him, breathing growing more and more labored until he slumped over limply, the erratic rise and fall of his chest stilling completely after only a minute.

For a moment Logan allowed himself to feel triumphant. He had survived! He had won and now he could- he jingled the thick chains uselessly around his wrists, ankles screaming in pain and head pounding from his fall. Looking over frantically at the body by the door his mouth opened and shut several times, low croaks the only sound working past dry lips. He couldn't get free and Virgil- he was trapped across the hall dying slowly, alone, all because of him. His captor was dead and Virgil was dying and Logan was dying and all he could do was bang his head against the floor uselessly as sobs wracked his frail body.

"Wake up!" He whispered uselessly. "WAKE UP!"

His dry vocal chords felt as if they were ripping apart as he screamed and cried to no avail in his sound proofed prison. They were all dead. And no one was coming.

As he grew weaker his sobs quieted enough for him to faintly hear the sound of someone crying in the other room. His heart broke as he thought of Virgil alone and terrified and hurting, thoughts mixing up and blurring the body in front of him until it more resembled his husband's. He missed him so much. He missed his home. He missed his son. He wished, above all else he could hear their voices one last time. As his eyes slowly shut the crying grew more familiar, sinking him into a dream of what once was, monsters no more real than the ones children ran from under beds. He smiled faintly as he thought back to the simple time, hearing Roman's shout of fear and knowing he'd be able to fix it with a kiss and a cuddle.

"Daddy!"

#false writes #sanders sides #virgil sanders #sanders sides fic #roman sanders #logan sanders #kid roman #bad things happen bingo #bad things bingo #bthb #tw violence #tw minor character death #tw blood #tw torture #tw broken bones #tw caps lock #tw crying #analogical #virgil x logan

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Fives has the Force (AU edition)

“Ah, Leave him alone. They kept him in his growth jar too long.“ - Cutup (Rookies)

Part 3: The 501st

The 501st is different than expected. Which isn’t necessarily bad, but it isn’t technically good either.

On one hand, their General is a little insane. So a lot of weird stuff happens on and off the battlefield with the 501st. That’s good for Domino because it’s easier to blame anything out of the ordinary on their General, keeping eyes off Fives

On the other hand, their General is a little insane. Therefore, there’s going to be a lot of situations where Fives is probably going to do something with his “gift”, intentionally or unintentionally.

Also, they have to share barracks with a lot of people now. There’s not a secluded room anywhere to duck into, or an empty training room they can invade. So if Fives has a nightmare and random things start floating around-- let’s just say someone is probably going to walk in and/or notice. And it’s not something you can really blame on General Skywalker because he isn’t always on the ship.

It was agreed upon all of the Dominos that Fives was to do nothing Force related for the time being. Meditation in bed to keep some control, but nothing else. (Which Fives was actually annoyed by this because Rishi had been the first time he did something back and it had woken something inside of him)

All in all, it’s a lot of hand-gesturing to one another, silent conversations through facial expressions, note passing, and low key panicking anytime Five’s gets attention from anyone.

Not to say the 501st isn’t bad. Captain Rex is a good man, who checks on the Dominos weekly to make sure they are keeping up with everything. Commander Tano is young, yes, but she is quite fun to be around (and Echo has found it easiest to ask her about Force questions, which is nice) and very loyal to her men. And General Skywalker, despite his crazy moments, is a good General and a good leader in battle. The men are friendly, and although they don’t understand Domino’s aversion to everyone around them, they are patient and don’t push harder than necessary.

At first, everything was fine. Domino fell into the ranks, made a few friends, and managed to keep Fives off the radar (there was a lot of dancing around General Skywalker but they could pretend it was fear of someone of a higher rank, as they were still under experienced)

War kills, that’s just how it goes. Anyone who thinks a squad can survive the war is just kidding themselves. Someone is going to die-- even if you have the Force on your side.

It was on Kamino. The squad had been split up for separate assignments. Fives and Echo were ordered to sniper positions. Droidbait was required in the medical bay (to help keep an eye on the Kaminoans). Hevy and Cutup were directed to help with the assault.

Even across the facility, Fives felt Cutup’s panic, pain, then nothing as his “bond” with his brother snapped, leaving this empty hole in his chest. Fives could barely breathe, let alone shoot. Thankfully Echo was able to pick up the slack to finish the assignment.

99 showed up to help as well and the arrival of lost cadets made Fives push aside the pain. At least for a little while.

Despite Fives and Echo’s best (sans Force), they ended up losing 99 as well. He cradled the man in his arms, for a selfish moment pretending it was Cutup. Didn’t matter to him. Losing a brother felt like a searing hot knife stabbing in his chest.

Fives managed to slip away after the battle for a moment and find General Shaak Ti. She kindly explained what she could about Force bonds (she suspected he had formed something of the sort with his batchmates) and also recited the Jedi Code, encouraging Fives to commit it to memory. Mainly the last line. “There is no death, there is the Force.”

Losing Cutup put everyone on edge. They had lost their brother, and also their main distraction for Fives. Course no one really thought of that until Captain Rex walked into what he thought was an empty training room

What he found instead was the Dominos, yelling at each other, the situation pressing heavy on all of them. Hevy was trying to get Fives to calm down. “I could have done something!” “Fives, none of this is your fault! I was there! There was nothing you could have done!” “Well you can’t do this!” Fives threw his hands at the training dummies, throwing them across the room without touching them.

And suddenly Rex couldn’t breathe, his datapad dropping to the ground with a clatter.

Cutup would have tried to convince the Captain he had been seeing things. He would have insulted his eyesight, or played the incident as a prank, laughing until he couldn’t breathe. Probably earned some laps around the ship and most likely KP duty for a week. But Cutup wasn’t there and suddenly Domino couldn’t move.

Hevy just stuttered about the weather, Echo started cursing in multiple languages, Droidbait stood in silence and his mouth gaping, and Fives tried to lie (and failed miserably).

Rex ordered all of them to their barracks, asking them to see him in the morning.

No one slept that night. Tossing and turning in bed, the four remaining Dominos desperately searched for a way out of their predicament. Nothing came to mind short of desertion, something none of them wanted to do. They were all loyal to the Republic!

Imagine their surprise when Rex met them, alone, in a briefing room the next morning. He informed them he hasn’t told the General and he doesn’t intend to. In his hands is a briefcase with several shots of something Rex called a “Force-suppressing drug.”

“It’s only for emergencies. Okay? I don’t know exactly how this works but I know it causes disorientation, mental and physical fatigue, and can be damaging to Force users. But if something happens: take one. For the following twenty-four hours, you will register to most tests as non-Force sensitive. Most tests, not all of them.”

Confusion and relief fills the Dominos. Hevy is the one to question Rex’s motives.

Rex explains he had a batchmate who was Force sensitive-- but the clone hadn’t told Rex or anyone else in the squad. One of the Kaminans had found out during their early cadet days and had taken his friend away. Two days later, he had been replaced and Rex never saw his batchmate again.

The revelation is shocking to say the least. Rex promises to help Domino to the best of his abilities, encouraging Fives to keep doing what he can to keep his connection under control. Especially because of what Rex wants to ask of the boys next.

He’d been impressed by their actions on Kamino. As had General Skywalker. Rex carefully explains that he had, with the General’s approval, recommend Fives, Echo and Hevy for ARC trooper training. Droidbait would also be promoted, but as an advanced medic and sent away to train for a time as well, but at a different facility.

With the present revelation, Rex offered to pull the recommendation out, but also cautioned it would rouse suspicion. He left the decision to them, but expressed the need for good men in the ranks.

After talking the matter over, Domino determined it would be best to continue forward with the promotions (and I’m gonna stop there because KRIFF look at how long this got).

((More random notes from trying to figure out who’s who in the episode, “Rookies” (seriously, it’s a problem). Do these boys change their armor number in between training sessions? Because I KNOW Cutup is the one with the hint of irish/scottish accent in his voice. And in their final test, he’s in clone armor #4. But in the test they fail, pretty sure Cutup isn’t the one who wants to stay with Droidbait (who has been shot at this point), and that’s clone armor #4 (pretty sure it’s Echo, but Echo is #3 in their final test... and also in the practice test... wait, what?). Also, Fives is not #5 at the beginning of the episode. Trust me on that because it drives me crazy. But he is #5 in the final test. so in other words: I CONFUSED. WHO’S WHO?))

Part 4: https://oceanera12.tumblr.com/post/615933158444138496/fives-has-the-force-au-edition

#star wars the clone wars #domino squad #hevy #fives #echo #cutup #droidbait #fives has the force #part 3 #sorry about cutup #i had to kill someone #he ended up being the someone #this ain't a fairytale #but hoping for a happish ending #still debating #au #captain rex #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano

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has-gilgamesh-doneanythingwrong · 3 years

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Just Another Day in Fuyuki

Follows the events of Fuyuki’s 5th Holy Grail war from the perspective of an ordinary student.* (also lmao i put it on ao3 too)

*(This idea was based off a hilarious YouTube comment I read)

The first time she realized that something was rotten within the town of Fuyuki was on a cool, midnight blue night. It was a night like no other, ivory rays of moonlight dancing atop her skin as she took a casual jog past the all-too familiar gates of Homurahara Academy.

It should’ve been a normal night, yet the streets were much more silent than usual. Before she could spin to the side to cross over to the next junction; a powerful array of red lights assaulted her eyes, darting around like spirits.

‘WHAT?’ As she looked back, she saw that the red lights were emanating from none other than Homurahara Academy itself! That was strange, she had never witnessed such an event before.

‘Looks like we’ve got a case of delinquents at our place as well, huh?’ All it took was a split second for her to turn her back against the bizarre sight, regarding it as no more than a minor prank. Well of course she did. It’s not as if anything exciting happened within Fuyuki, anyway!

Little did she know that such an action may have saved her very life...

‘Good morning. Recently we’ve been sighting reports of multiple gas leaks and bloodless murders. In addition to this, there’s recently been an online trend of blurry pictures of people wearing suspicious cosplay being shared online. Many sources suggest that...’

As the local Fuyuki news blared yet more macabre news surrounding recent incidents, the young girl slipped on her wood brown loafers, as she patted down her coffee brown school jumper.

The young girl’s name was none other than Sakaki Ayane; a student of Homuhara Academy. As she jammed her plain, homemade bento filled to the brim with Strawberry Cream Sandwiches and Fried Chicken Cutlets into her extremely ordinary school bag, and switched off the plain television with a bland remote, a singular thought passed her mind.

‘It really is just another normal day in Fuyuki today!’ Sure, the news was terrifying- but hey, as long as her daily peace wasn’t disturbed, she was fine! Slamming the door to her basic house closed, she skipped through the mundane streets of her hometown, warm sunlight beaming down on her face, as she bowed politely to fellow shop-owners and neighbors.

See, her life was totally fine! There was no need to worry about the news, or that time she witnessed giant fireworks at her school, after all! Everything was definitely all-ok!

As she prowled past numerous mounds of identically-emblazoned students, and sat herself right in the middle of Fujimura Taiga’s homeroom class- students guffawing at their sensei’s top-notch sense of humor- she breathed a sigh of relief.

However once lunchtime passed, Ayane was shocked speechless by a minor change to her daily lifestyle. Just as usual, her orange-haired classmate- Emiya Shirou- had caught the entire hall’s attention, due to his lively interactions with a twin-tailed genius named Tohsaka Rin. Ayane was pretty used to their interactions by now- Emiya would bust out into an awkward show, whilst students would gasp, their faces marred with awe and jealousy. As for Rin, she knew next to nothing about the beautiful girl, except for the fact that she’d sometimes catch her mid-conversation with Emiya, using rather surreal vocabulary such as ‘holy grail’ and ‘mages’.

Thinking it was nothing much, Ayane was convinced that Emiya and Tohsaka were a bunch of Roleplayers or something. She didn’t know much about the genre, but found it to be quite fun to imagine scenarios such as being a mage fighting over holy grails, and fighting dangerous beasts- such as skeleton armies. ‘I mean, why else would they talk as if they’re in the middle of a quest?’ Taking another humongous munch out of her sandwich, shock finally settled into her pores once she noticed that something was a little off about their interactions this time.

‘Where’s Shinji?’ That greasy-seaweed-haired, smug little man’s features were very prominent in Ayane’s mind. Based on her assumptions, he was the kind of idiot who kept on trying to interrupt Emiya and Tohsaka’s Roleplay sessions- much to both their chagrins.

However, this time- he wasn’t here at all?! Where had he gone off to? ‘I guess they finally kicked him off their Roleplay club, once and for all.’ Ayane heaved a sigh at that. She had no idea why they’d accommodate such a selfish guy in the first place; seeing as he always kept on trying to centre their Roleplaying on topics concerning himself instead! ‘If I was a Roleplayer, I definitely wouldn’t want him on my squad!’ Incredulously tapping her feet against the linoleum flooring; she tried to think of various reasons as to why Shinji was kicked out of the gang.

But it was to no avail. Slamming her head against the tea brown shade of her desk, she groaned.

That was it! There was no choice but to catch the latest gossip! Packing up her lunchbox, she rushed out of the classroom like a blur of wind; leaving bemused classmates in her wake. Running as if her life depended on it, she leapt onto the school roof; caught sight of the local gossips- and pulled out a spare sandwich.

“I’ll offer you this sandwich! So, spare me the news, what’s going on with Shinji?!”

A bunch of confused girls, smack bang in the middle of a game of cards- looked up at Ayane, their faces confused.

“Shinji? Who’s Shinji again?” A girl with blonde hair and piercings shrugged her shoulders.

“You know, that rich guy? That one that has cash leaking outta his pockets.”

“Oh, that guy? Have no clue.”

“A friend of a friend of a friend dated him. Said he’s a pain in the butt to be around.”

“Yes, that’s the one!” Ayane pointed excitedly, as she plonked herself in between the girls, her body heaving with laboured breaths. “So, what happened? When did he disappear?”

“If you want details like that, you’re gonna have to offer more than a sandwich,” The blonde-haired girl whined. “You’re always asking us for gossip these days, Ayane.”

“A-ah, is that so?” Anxiously wiping sweat off her forehead, Ayane rummaged through her bag: oodles of paper; pretty rocks; textbooks and other strange materials clattering onto the stone ground. Eventually, she uncovered a small talisman from her bag, eyes gleaming with excitement. “How about this then? I’m sure this is worth quite a bit of yen!”

“Dude, my sister bought that for 500 yen the other day. No dice from me.”

“It’s pretty cute, though...I’ll take it!” As one girl happily exchanged it with Ayane, the others spun their heads in horror.

“Kikuo! You damn betrayer!”

“You can’t be human, accepting such a cheapskate offer!”

“Damn, though...I can relate. Who can resist cute things, amirite?”

As they began to squabble, Ayane laughed. Nothing beat a good gossip session!

The school day had finally ended, with only the loud cheering and yells of various school clubs filling the now empty halls of Homurahara Academy. As she pulled out her loafers from her metallic gray shoe locker; a conflicted expression crossed her face, as she recalled the events of her gossip session.

“Ah, that Shinji? Well, it was really odd, but he pissed off right after a major incident hit our school!”

“W-what happened?” Ayane was more or less right in the other girl’s face, her eyes bulging with curiosity.

“E-erm, well...” Blushing awkwardly, the girl scratches her face. “I mean, weren’t you there? It was kinda unforgettable.”

“Actually, I decided to take a day off school that day.” Ayane’s directness was like a major slap in the face for the others. “School can be really boring sometimes...”

“I had a feeling you’d say that...” Another sighed. “Well anyway, some HUGE shit happened. Like we were all sitting in class one second-”

“- and then there was this weird- ass red light-”

‘What is it with our school and red lights?’ Ayane’s gut instinct could tell that something was strange about this story. It felt unreal.

“-Yeah, and then like everything just blacked out. Like the only memory I have is of me waking up the next day or something.” The other girls nodded in assent. “It’s like some freaky curse possessed the shit out of Homurahara Academy or something!” None of them were able to fill in the missing blanks about what happened; eventually blaming it all on poison gas.

“Well, anyway; Shinji disappeared from that day onwards. Not like that’s a bad thing, mind you.” And that was it.

As Ayane exited the gates, a heavy cloud permeated her mind. Time was certainly out of joint, for them to not even be able to recall what happened! ‘Maybe Shinji was possessed by a ghost...’ Strolling by the courtyard, she caught sight of a familiar purple-haired student.

It was Matou Sakura. Because Ayane was such a nosy student, she recognised her as that one shy girl who’d label her classmate-Emiya, as her senpai. As she passed the girl, she bowed ever-so-slightly in respect, as Sakura embarrassedly bowed back. Watching after her back, yet another terrifying wash of surprise crawled across her back.

Didn’t Sakura usually meet up with that one super-glamorous, plum-haired model-like lady on her way home? It was strange to see Sakura walking home alone.

‘Shit’s really hitting the fan now...’ Ayane mused, as she turned in the opposite direction. She needed an emotional escape to purge herself of the encroaching force of dread threatening to engulf her body. ‘Ah, that’s it! Let’s go to the harbour!’ Regaining her previous sense of joy, Ayane more or less sprinted to Fuyuki Harbour. Aside from a few guests, people going fishing- and the odd seagull- it was often quiet, making it the perfect place for silent contemplation!

She more or less flew towards the harbour, breathing in a deep gulp of the fresh sea air once she arrived. The harbour was like heaven, drifting clouds trundling overhead. Pointing exuberantly at that one special lighthouse perched far away, she grinned. ‘This is the best- OH?!’

Before she could release a scream of joy, she caught sight of something.

It seemed as if she wasn’t alone at the harbour, after all. Shielding her eyes from the billowing wind, she caught sight of a rather fit man in skin-tight black pants; and a figure-hugging white shirt. But what really caught her off-guard was his bold blue locks of hair.

‘Hey, wait a minute!! Why does he remind me of those blurry pictures of people wearing suspicious cosplay?!’ Clamping a hand over her mouth, she prayed to all of the gods and deities in the world to disguise her presence. Seeing as the man was looking so intently at the sea, she didn’t want to disturb his peace time. ‘What a shame...’ One of Ayane’s favourite hobbies was to scream at the harbour, where nobody else could hear her. However, she would be cordial to this visitor today. ‘You better watch out, blue hair!’ She declared in her mind; fists clenched. ‘I’ll be considerate today, but won’t be next time! If I see you again, you’ll definitely have to put up with me screaming at the sea!!’

As she moonwalked as silently as possible away from the sparkly man, a major thought hit her mind. ‘There sure have been a lot of beautiful people with stunning hair colours hanging out in Fuyuki lately...’ It made her somewhat excited yet terrified at the same time to see just how much her daily life was changing.

Oh well, there was no choice but for her to release her pent-up emotions somewhere else instead. As a rather detailed map of Fuyuki appeared within her mind, a lightbulb popped in her brain. ‘The Fuyuki City Centre!’ Nothing was better than throwing one’s emotions at a cup of ice cream. ‘I’m a genius,’ Ayane twirled down the road, pattering rays of sun following behind. After screaming at the sky in the park (startling a few children); and buying the biggest matcha sundae that she could afford, she was all set for the day and ready to go home.

Although today had been quite suspicious, things were finally settling back to normal. Or so she thought. All peace instantly came to a halt, as she bumped into something quite long. ‘Oh crap!’ Raising her head, she came face-to-face with none other than a human wearing a... strange combination between a... biker outfit and school uniform? ‘Never seen an outfit like that before.’ As she bowed in apology, a piercing gaze reminiscent of death itself froze her body to its very core.

“The humans of this era are such pathetic mongrels...” The voice trailed off, as the harsh man’s presence all but disappeared.

‘Err...What?’ Once he was out of sight, her legs buckled; as she fell to the ground- passer-by's sparing her disgruntled glances. ‘I’ve never felt a presence that scary before...’ Clutching her heart anxiously, the shadow of death curled itself around her chest; suffocating her breath. It would take until the pitch black of night for her to regain her composure again. As she trawled back home within the dark, Ayane exhaled painfully, clutching her head.

What a weird day this had been! ‘I’m so glad I’m home now.’ Relieved, she withdrew her jangling keys from her bag; overjoyed to be right in front of her basic house again!

“Yay, I’m home-?!!!!” The ground beneath her rattled ominously, as she toppled to the ground- her eyes rattling wildly. Powerful tremors rippled around her, warping Fuyuki into the most demonic rollercoaster ride she had ever had the displeasure of experiencing.

‘WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!!!’ Idealistic images of the bland, mundane Fuyuki that she loved were shattering, right before her eyes. As a mere human she was blissfully unaware of the blood-curdling terrors lurking right beside her, in this cursed town...This was the fate of those unaware of the events of the Fifth Holy Grail War.

THE END

(lmao Ayane is the weirdest original character EVER. However, I do wonder what random passers-by think about all of the strange crap occurring in Fuyuki!)

#fate series #fate stay night #my writing #gilgablog #original character #LMAOOO this ended up being much funnier than expected daymn...#meh i put it on ao3 too

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theskamlibrary · 4 years

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75 dates in the Skam Universe Masterpost

Thank you so much for everyone who participated, we had a total of X dates in the Skam Universe. We are so grateful for every content creators who put such hard work and shared it with us, you are the backbone of this fandom and the ones who make it worthwhile.

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FIC

Cliché by @catloves3 {WTFock - Zoë Loockx/Senne De Smet - 497 words}

written for (fun)fair

Senne, Zoe, Jana, and Luka at a funfair.

*****

click by @butforwardiscalling {Skam Italy - Niccolò Fares/Martino Rametta - 1613 words }

written for shooting photos

niccolò has a camera. martino is his preferred model, willing or not.

*****

Cheats and Prank Wars by @toobaddiane {Druck - Matteo Florenzi/David Schreibner - 2507 words}

written for prank war

It’s the summer after their first year in university started and the boys are just lazying around. After an episode of Brooklyn Nine Nine gives Jonas an idea, they engage in a harmless prank war. What could possibly go wrong when someone is super competitive and their boyfriend is their teammate?

Or Matteo and David are teammates in a prank war and David is a competitive jerk.

*****

I think I like my eyes by @ayellowcurtain {Skam France - Eliott Demaury/Lucas Lallemant - 1026 words}

written for building a pillow fort

*****

shut up and kiss me by @orpheuscris {Skam Espana - Cris Soto/Joana Bianchi - 3441 words}

written for study date

Joana and Cris have been at odds nearly the entire time they've been sitting next to each other in class. So that’s why it’s such a surprise when one day, near the end of the semester, Cris invites Joana over to her house to study. And why she’s even more surprised by herself when she accepts.

*****

show me the things (that you believe in) by @softdemaury {Skam France - Eliott Demaury/Lucas Lallemant - 6329 words}

written for at home movie night

“Guess there goes your movie, then.” Lucas says while they’re sitting down at the kitchen table.

“Wait, you didn’t organize this to get out of watching that damn thing, right?” Eliott squints his eyes at Lucas, raising his fork in an attempt to look threatening.

Lucas laughs, “You think I’d do that? Of course I didn’t. We’ll just watch it next time, no big deal.”

5 times Eliott fails in making Lucas watch 10 Things I Hate About You and the 1 time Lucas takes the matter into his own hands

*****

Future Little Koala by @youleavebehindmemories {Skam Italy - Eva Brighi/Giovanni Garau - 2697 words }

written for wedding

It's basically Giovanni and Eva at the wedding of Marti and Nicco with glimpses into Gio & Eva's future, domestic life! (as well as background moments from others)

*****

Feels like Love by @tunonseisolonico {Skam Italy - Niccolò Fares/Martino Rametta - 2602 words }

written for karaoke

“Come on, Marti! Let´s go and sing a song, the two of us!”

“You for real?!” Marti immediately exclaimed, being full of doubts.

He couldn't help but got flashbacks in his head, thinking back to Silvia´s 80´s party, him sitting close to Nico on the couch, Emma on Nico´s other side. Niccolò asking them to sing a song with him, Marti already refusing to do so back then.

“Of course, I´m not joking!”

“Well, sounds like it. No, I´m not going to sing a song with you!”

*****

come with me, my love (to the sea of love) by @lepetitepeach {Skam France -Eliott Demaury/Lucas Lallemant - 4816 words }

written for aquarium

there’s a small touch of wonder to everything that lives in the ocean

*****

critter cottage by @spacekardemomme {Skam France - Eliott Demaury/Lucas Lallemant - 1546 words }

As he walked further into the room, he watched the rise and fall of eliott's chest, the way his hair is messily sprawled along the pillow, a few strands scattered across his forehead and cheekbones.

this is who i’m meant to spend the rest of my life with

*****

Yearning for more than a blue day by @modestytreehouse {Skam Norway - Even Bech Næsheim/Isak Valtersen - 3723 words }

written for brunch date

He really should leave while Isak is still asleep and spare him the awkwardness of waking up beside Even. Spare himself the shame when Isak recognizes him.

*****

Kings of the cargo hold by @evakuality {Skam Norway - Even Bech Næsheim/Isak Valtersen - 3029 words}

written for cruise // art created by @hjertetssunnegalskap1

“You’re early,” a voice says, a breathy, stuttery quality to it as its owner pants into the room behind Isak, the clatter of his feet loud as his footsteps echoes off the metal of the walls. “I was supposed to be here before you.” “What is all this?” Isak gestures at the table laid out in front of them. “Well, you agreed to eat with me,” Even says, his unfairly gorgeous blue eyes lit up as he stares into Isak’s soul

Aka, the one where Even gets extra as he prepares for the perfect moment with Isak.

*****

sens de la vie by @livvyblxckthxrn {Skam France - Eliott Demaury/Lucas Lallemant - 2809 words}

written for museum date

a little dive into all of those instagram pics and stories

*****

det betyr jo alltid noe, det gjør jo det by @pagnilagni {Skam Norway - Even Bech Næsheim/Isak Valtersen - 8722 words }

written for apple picking // in Norwegian // translation in English by Bolomapa

Han står oppgitt ute på den overgrodde plenen og ser på epletrærne. De er gamle og krokete, har altfor mange greiner, de henger for tett sammen under den tette trekronen, tynget av røde epler tett i tett, de skulle vært tynnet, sa naboen, og treet skulle vært beskåret, han sa det et par uker etter at han beskar sine egne trær. “Men det er for sent nå, sevjen stiger, treet kommer til å blø i hjel. Du får ta det neste år i stedet”, hadde han sagt, mens han klappet ham faderlig på skulderen.

Han ser på epletrærne med den modne frukten, en mengde epler har falt ned i natt, mange flere enn i går, han burde plukke dem nå, han burde absolutt det. Men hva skal han med dem, lurer han på, en fortvilende klump i magen spør ham om svaret på det, for han aner ikke, å bruke en kilo epler er greit, kanskje to, han kan vel bake to eplekaker, men alt dette, det må være hundrevis av kilo, hva faen bruker folk dette til?

*****

You’ll never believe how ice cream helped this man to get a date by @nofeartina {Skam Norway - Even Bech Næsheim/Isak Valtersen - 3333 words }

written for ice cream

If it wasn't for Magnus, Isak would never have ended up at this ridiculous hipster ice cream place. But then again, he never would have met that ridiculously cute ice cream guy, either.

Sometimes it really pays off being a good friend.

Or 5 times Isak buys ice cream for Magnus and 1 time Even buys it for Isak.

*****

come and fade me by @ho1ogram {Skam France - Eliott Demaury/Lucas Lallemant - 3957 words}

written for grocery shopping

And no matter how many times he repeats the same lines over and over again till he runs out of reasons to support why dating should be banned (it's a lie; Lucas will never run out of reasons for this purpose, he just gives in to the looks the boys - or Eliott - throw at him) that his friends understand his struggles, his pleas for them to stop. And always, like clockwork, he ends in having them set him up with an unknown guy.

or, Lucas is tired of going on dates after dates with guys that aren't Eliott, and Eliott has a few tricks up his sleeves.

*****

Thousand spires and thousand bridges by @hjertetssunnegalskap1 {Druck - Matteo Florenzi/ David Schreibner - 46352 words}

written for vacation // art by @hjertetssunnegalskap1

In this world, Matteo and David met during Abitur back in Berlin, just like in the canon story and they made sandwiches and almost kissed at the neon party, but David backed out, Matteo did the same and.... nothing more happened.

Now they are studying in Prague. Matteo thinks he lost his chance with David a long time ago. What David thinks, nobody knows.

*****

it's nice to have a friend by @livvyblxckthxrn {Skam France - Eliott Demaury/Lucas Lallemant - 6592 words}

written for rollerskating

5 times eliott and lucas definitely were not on a date, and one time they were

*****

to all who come to this happy place, welcome by @tawmlinsun {Skam France - Eliott Demaury/Lucas Lallemant - 4703 words }

written for disneyland // art by @cottonsdraw

"eliott demaury, you just passed your bac. what are you going to do now?"

"i'm taking my boyfriend to disneyland!"

*****

Super Smash Bros by @thegirlnooneknows5 {Skam France - Eliott Demaury/Lucas Lallemant - 11672 words}

written for video games // playlist

“Okay. Pretend I’m a customer. Sell me this game.”

Eliott's smile was determined. “You ever had a customer you wanted to throw into the wall?”

“Countless.”

“Knock-Out X lets you live that fantasy.” He pulled the game off Lucas’ lap and held it up. The thought of Eliott’s hands so close to him coloured Lucas’ face pink. Eliott continued, “Just imagine if you could throw that customer into a wall and leave with no scratches, bruises or consequences. And look super badass while doing it.” “Seriously, though. You’re going to love it.”

-Or, a Striking Vipers Elu au in which they fall in love through a virtual reality game because love transcends all

*****

Coffee, Gay Gurus, and a Dance by @amyriadfthings {Druck - Matteo Florenzi/David - 1242 words}

written for coffee date

Good things happen over coffee. David & Matteo visit a veritable Berlin cultural institution and learn how to swing dance. Gay Gurus in action. Bonus gay gurus to appear eventually.

*****

Small Things by @probablydaydreamingg {Skam Italy - Niccolò Fares/Martino Rametta - 3232 words}

written for concert

Martino gave Nico two tickets for a concert as a graduation present. A cute date ensues.

*****

Hedgehog, on the rocks by @flying-elliska {Skam France - Eliott Demaury/Lucas Lallemant - 4635 words}

written for drinks

Lucas's boyfriend just left him, two days before he has to go to his cousin's wedding, who just so happens to be marrying the town billionaire, and his friends are all otherwise engaged...

So as he arrives alone, he heads to the bar for some liquid courage.

Turns out the bartender isn't having a great evening either. So he embarks Lucas in a creative quest to find him the perfect beverage...

...

It's not a date yet. But there's still time...

*****

If I Should Fall Behind by @irazor {Skam Norway - Even Bech Næsheim/Isak Valtersen - 14732 words}

written for fancy dinner // art by @lovethem2121

The plan for tonight had been crystal clear. Stay close to his best friend, and steal her away if needed. Hold her hand through the ordeal of meeting Noora again for the first time in years. Then Even shows up – and suddenly, nothing goes the way it was supposed to.

Or: 3 times Isak didn't know what to say to Even, and 1 time he did.

*****

Fontainebleau by @hallo-catfish {Skam France - Eliott Demaury/Lucas Lallemant - 12770 words}

written for camping

Lucas, let’s go camping, Eliott says, and with a vision of perfect quiet and green leaves unfurling before his eyes, Lucas agrees without even looking up from his problem set.

The summer after Lucas' first year in university, Lucas and Eliott take a weekend trip to Fontainebleau.

*****

Under Starry Skies Above by @fille-lioncelle {Druck - Matteo Florenzi/David Schreibner - 7197 words}

written for weekend getaway

Matteo and David have been feeling a little dejected, so Matteo suggests they get away for a weekend trip.

*****

Lost & bound by @hjertetssunnegalskap1 {Skam Norway - Even Bech Næsheim/Isak Valtersen - 16397 words)

written for bicycle date

Even has been in a bicycle accident and he has lost his memory of the past three years. However, Isak gets a shock when Even tells him that they’re bonded soulmates, and expects them to be a couple.

*****

Così fan tutte by @hallo-catfish {Skam France - Chloé Jeanson/Lucille, Eliott Demaury/Lucas Lallemant - 14070 words}

written for opera

Lucille goes to the opera. It’s another double date.

*****

ART

➔ @hjertetssunnegalskap1 : X - X

➔ @cottonsdraw : X

A TOTAL OF 196,241 WORDS HAS BEEN WRITTEN FOR THIS FEST, CONGRATULATIONS AND THANK YOU TO ALL THE PARTICIPANTS!

#skam france #wtfock #Druck #skam italia #skam norway #75dates #75 dates in the skam universe #this is a few months late but here is the master post!#thank you so so much to everyone who participated #the amount of talent in these is unbelievable #don't forget to reblog #comment #give kudos #support your artists!!!#support your writers!!

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empire-of-wildfire · 5 years

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“😏 - play a scary prank” for....you guessed it! Rowaelin! Maybe there’s some payback or punishment? 👀👀👀👀👀👀

I LOVED this prompt (mostly I just love Halloween - and you of course) Hope you enjoy my love!

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Aelin was going to be in so much trouble. Rowan was going to kill her. He wasn’t a huge fan of scary Halloween stuff, but Aelin loved it. Every year she planned an elaborate prank on one of her friends, and this year it was Rowan’s turn. Of course, it’s so much easier to prank someone you live with, but that was beside the point.

It all worked out even more perfectly than she could’ve imagined. Rowan texted her saying he had to finish up some paperwork at the office, so he would be home later than planned. She then called Elide and Fenrys, telling them it was time and to come over as soon as possible. As soon as they got there, she had them park down the street so Rowan wouldn’t see their cars and they got to work. First, they opened all the windows, and Fenrys unscrewed the hinges on their front door, so it looked broken and hung wide open. They even unscrewed some lightbulbs halfway so that they flickered randomly. They then put some tiny video cameras all around the house to make sure they recorded everything.

Then it was time for all three of them to get into costume. For Elide, she changed into a thin white shift that she had ripped holes in and spattered with fake blood. Aelin did her makeup, making her appear paler and dripping fake blood from the corners of her mouth. She made her dark hair tangled and disheveled, pulling it in front of her face until most of her features were obscured. Fenrys’s costume was fairly simple, he just changed into a shirt covered in blood and had Aelin make a few fake cuts and bruises on his face. Elide did Aelin’s makeup, going all out on a zombie look with fake gashes in her face and shoulders, dripping with blood and gore. She even put colored contacts in her eyes to make them appear all black, and she changed into an old shirt of Rowan’s that she had ripped and stained with blood. She took a knife from the kitchen and splattered it with blood as well, just for dramatic effect.

As soon as she finished with that, she got another text from Rowan saying he was about to leave and should be home in about twenty minutes. The three of them kicked it into high gear, turning on all the cameras, setting up a speaker to play sounds of a creaking floor, and getting into position.

They were ready to do some scaring.

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Rowan didn’t immediately notice anything off when he pulled into the driveway. As soon as he got out of the car though, he noticed the broken front door and was immediately on high alert. Aelin hadn’t texted him back when he said he was on his way home, but he hadn’t thought anything of it. His heart started racing as he made his way up the front steps. Had Aelin opened the windows? He knew they weren’t open when he left for work this morning.

He stepped cautiously through the front door and into the flickering light of the foyer. Something was definitely wrong. The floors creaked, which was unusual as their house was still pretty new.

“Aelin?” Rowan called out, panicking more every second. Suddenly he heard running footsteps upstairs, and he made his way around the corner. That was when he noticed the large body at the foot of the stairs.

“Fenrys!” Rowan lurched forward toward his friend, not understanding what he was even doing here. Aelin hadn’t mentioned Fenrys coming over, but there he was, laying in a pool of blood. He dropped to his knees next to Fenrys, but at that moment he heard a noise from the top of the stairs. He looked up to see a little girl in a white dress crawling down the stairs like some demon, making some guttural noise in the back of her throat like a growl. She had long black hair so Rowan couldn’t even see her face, but he wasn’t sticking around to find out, even with Fenrys apparently dead on the floor. He jumped up with a curse, running towards the back door in the kitchen. The little girl had made it down the stair and was still crawling after him. He ran into the kitchen, but stopped dead at what he saw. Aelin was sitting on the table with her back to him, seemingly unaware that he was even there.

“Aelin?” He took a tentative step toward her, forgetting about the girl that had been crawling after him. He made it another step toward the table when suddenly Aelin shifted and turned toward him slightly.

“Fireheart? Are you alright?” Rowan reached out to touch her arm, but before he could Aelin turned and leaped off the table, clutching a bloody knife in one hand and reaching for his throat with the other. Her beautiful face was covered in blood and she had gashes in her cheeks and forehead. The scariest part though, was the fact that her eyes were completely black and soulless, no flicker of emotion in them as she tackled him. Rowan was too surprised to stop her, so they both crashed to the floor. She hissed at him and raised the knife, aiming to stab him in the heart. Rowan was too paralyzed by shock and fear to move and time seemed to move in slow motion as the knife came down, down, down… and clattered to the floor next to his head.

He just stared in confusion as Aelin started laughing hysterically and rolled off of him, not sure how to process what was going on. Aelin continued to laugh as she called, “Fenrys, Elide, come out here! We got him!”

“What the fuck?” Rowan was getting less confused and more pissed by the second as Elide and Fenrys walked in, laughing almost as hard as Aelin. Rowan realized that the little girl on the stairs had been Elide, and suddenly everything clicked in his brain.

“You fucking pranked me this year? Are you kidding?” Rowan was beyond pissed at this point.

Aelin rolled her eye. “Oh please, don’t get your panties in a twist. You should’ve seen your face! We got you so good!” She high-fived Elide and Fenrys, all three of them looking pretty damn pleased with themselves.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” With that, Rowan stormed upstairs, leaving them alone in the kitchen.

Fenrys chuckled and looked between Elide and Aelin. “Well, he didn’t seem to like that very much.”

“He’ll get over it,” Aelin shrugged. “He’s just still getting over his initial shock. But honestly, did he really think he was safe from my Halloween pranks just because we live together? I don’t think so.”

The three of them quickly put the house back in order, changed and cleaned off their makeup. The whole time, Rowan stayed upstairs. They didn’t hear a sound from him. Fenrys and Elide headed out quickly after that, laughing with Aelin about how well their prank went and wishing her luck dealing with her cranky boyfriend.

Aelin made her way upstairs to their bedroom, unsure of whether or not Rowan had calmed down at all. She found him sitting on the edge of their bed, evidently waiting for her.

“How’s the heart rate?” she teased, leaning back against the door.

Rowan crossed the room to stand in front of her. He towered over her, but Aelin saw no anger on his face. He looked strangely calm, almost blank. “You know I don’t like pranks. Especially Halloween pranks. But you still did all that.”

“No need to be a baby about it, it’s not like its that bad,” she scoffed. “Remember what I did to Dorian?”

“Yeah, he wouldn’t come near our house for three months, how could I forget?”

“Exactly. This was weak compared to that.” Aelin rolled her eyes and walked around Rowan toward their bathroom, intending to wash the last of the zombie makeup when suddenly she was picked up and dumped unceremoniously onto their bed. She found Rowan staring at her intently with his arms crossed.

“You can’t honestly expect that I’m gonna let you get away with that without any form of payback?”

Aelin looked up at him and smirked. “Do your worst, buzzard.”

“Oh baby, you have no idea what you’re in for.”

Aelin was so screwed.

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alright kids the ending was shit but oh well

@highqueenofelfhame @kandasboi @myfeyrelady @schmlip-scribble @nalgenewhore @westofmoon @city-of-fae

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jacklyn-flynn · 4 years

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Headcanon du jour-Satinalia edition

Merry Christmas! Happy Satinalia! A blessed day for whatever holiday you celebrate, real or made up. I cooked up something special for today. There are still two more dads of Dragon Age headcanon du jour for this week but I wanted this one to be special. It’s a long one, but I hope you like it! I’ll put it under a cut to keep your feeds nice and tidy!

Stay safe and happy holidays. ❤️Jacklyn

When Cullen is handed his screaming infant for the first time, there is a moment of panic. His eyes seek out Dejah while carefully cradling the babe with the utmost of care. His look could only be described as ‘abject terror’. She smiles at him lovingly and reassures him it’s okay.

Her blue eyes are tired, but alive with love. Her brow is wet and her black hair clings to her face. Her cheeks are flushed, making her blue vallaslin stand out in sharp relief. If she could bring their child into the world after hours of pain and exertion, he could do this. Her calm immediately calm washes over him.

The midwife asks if he would like to help clean up his son while she finishes with Dejah. He looks to her, hesitating. She’s fine, be with him. He’s relieved to hear her say aloud that she’s okay. For a moment in time he can only smile back at her, distracted and lost in her eyes. Another midwife touches his arm gently.

She helps him bathe the baby. She checks his eyesight and hearing. He’s thrilled to see Dejah’s brilliant blue eyes on his son. Cullen absently counts all the fingers and toes though it hardly matters if there were more or less than ten of each. He is perfect regardless.

When the midwife tells him to take off his shirt, he is confused, but complies. She deposits the baby against his bare chest. It will help them bond and his heartbeat will soothe the newborn she assures him.

Cullen is sure his heart is racing far too fast to be of comfort, but the infant settles down almost immediately. It’s a completely new feeling. Holding his perfect, innocent, unmarked baby against his battle-scarred chest with hands that have been soaked in blood. Maker, this must all be a dream. How can this be real?

He holds his son carefully and pulls up a chair next to the bed. He reaches out and takes her hand, kissing her knuckles gently. He tells her how beautiful she is. How amazing she has been. How much he loves her. He doesn’t mean to make her cry, but cry she does.

He tells her that what he got her for Satinalia can’t possibly compare to what she’s given him. Dejah insists that he helped and he can only laugh and shake his head. Of course she would do the hard work and give him credit.

Cullen nearly jumps out of his skin with the infant coos and gurgles, wiggling against Cullen’s chest. He cradles him gently, whispering soothing words of comfort. His fingers run over the dusting of golden blond curls, silky and soft. He adores the softly pointed ears not quite as pronounced as his mother’s.

Dejah is sleeping peacefully when he descends the stairs, finally ready to present his son. He opens the door so quietly that no one waiting in the main hall notices him at first.

They’re all gathered there. His friends and family. They’ve been waiting since yesterday morning when Dejah calmly announced that it was time. Blankets and pillows are piled off to the side, indicating they’d all slept in the main hall. They’ve only had sparse updates from Dorian but they’re determined to wait. Nothing will drive them from this hall

Cullen realizes suddenly that Dorian left hours ago. He’d been at Dejah’s side through the whole of her labor. He must have snuck out to give them time alone and he is guilty for not noticing. He would seek him out next and make his overwhelming appreciation for his presence known. There was no better friend or godfather for his firstborn.

Cassandra throws her head back with an ‘ugh’ when she sees the hand of cards Varric lays down. Likely better than her own. The honest-to-a-fault Seeker stands no chance against the dwarf. Sera is laughing and from his angle by the door he can see the cards she has hidden under the table, within Varric’s reach. She wishes Cass better luck next time but the Seeker clearly knows she doesn’t mean it.

The Iron Bull is slouched in a chair, his arms crossed over his massive chest. His head is rested back against the wall and he’s snoring loudly. Decorations hang from his horns, likely Sera’s doing. Beside him sits Krem who is also sleeping. His head is rested on Bull’s arm and his mouth is open. On his lap is a hand-sewn nug toy, likely meant to be his son’s first Satinalia and birthday present. Normally they would never be asleep at the same time but Cullen knows they stayed up all night to protect their friends and keep watch over the route to Dejah.

Blackwall is talking quietly with Leliana though Cullen can’t fathom what about. They have nothing in common. Whatever it is, it makes Leliana laugh and Blackwall smile and shake his head. Perhaps it’s about the child in his arms. One thing that will connect them.

He looks down at the swaddled babe and smiles. He tells his son that they’re all here for him. They’ve gathered from the corners of the world they’ve scattered to for him. Though they haven’t seen him, they love him. He tells him that he has the fiercest, most loyal family in Thedas. He isn’t wrong.

Josephine is the first to notice them. She’s at the opposite end of the table where Cassandra is getting swindled. She looks up from her work and her quill drops to the floor with a clatter so that she can cover her mouth with her hands. She finds that she can’t speak so she slaps the table a few times to get everyone’s attention.

All eyes shoot to her and then follow her gaze to him. He asks if they would like to meet their nephew and it sets them all into action. Varric kicks Bull’s shin on the way past and the Qunari snorts and blinks quickly to wake himself up. He dislodges Krem who sits up with a start. Like father, like son.

They all gather around him and suddenly Cole is at his side. Cullen isn’t sure where he’d been before. His hat is nowhere to be seen but his blond tresses are molded to his head as if it had been there a moment before. He reaches out to touch the child but hesitates and draws back his hand. Cullen turns toward him and assures him it’s okay. He transfers the babe to Cole’s arms and he stares down at the infant.

He leans in close to whisper to the baby, words that Cullen can’t hear. He can guess their nature well enough. Cryptic words of comfort that tell him how everyone feels about him, what they’re thinking at this moment, seeing him for the first time.

He wakes when he’s shifted to Bull’s enormous hands. He laughs at the baby’s lack of fear at a face so different from the others around him and his whole body shakes with it. He promises to teach him all manner of unsavory things, from wooing partners to slaying dragons.

Cassandra lets out a disgusted noise and gives him a reproachful look before taking the baby. She coos and tells him how beautiful and perfect he is. She marvels to Cullen at how tiny he is and Cullen agrees. Smaller than he imagined.

The babe is very interested in Varric’s necklace when it’s his turn. Varric helps him so that he can hold it in his impossibly small, uncoordinated grasp. He muses, mostly to himself, that he’ll have to come up with a new nickname.

Sera refuses to hold him. He’s too pure and fragile for the likes of her. She does brush his cheek though and smile. She’s going to teach him all the best places to hide, she promises. He’ll be a master at hide and seek. A perfect, tiny partner to pull off pranks. She produces a cookie from some hidden pocket but before she can give it to the babe, Cassandra snatches it out of her hand. Sera pouts.

Leliana is hesitant to hold him, but gives in. She doesn’t have anything profound to say so she just smiles ever so slightly at the babe. She adjusts the blankets around him, brushes his cheek with her finger. Her hands linger when it’s time to give him to Blackwall.

Blackwall promises that as soon as he can walk he’ll get him a good and proper pup. Every boy needs his dog. And a horse. A good loyal one. And a sword.

Josephine holds him next and she can barely contain her excitement. She falls into her native Antivan. The words are beautiful and lilting and the babe stares up at her, enraptured by her voice. He reaches as if he can grab it and hold it.

Krem presents the nug and asks hesitantly if he can hold the little one. As if he’s an intruder on this moment. Cullen doesn’t hesitate to insist that do so. Krem is so focused on the little creature for so long that Bull nudges his arm and asks if he’s gonna be okay.

The man clears his throat and declares that of course he is. He hands the baby back to his father and praises what a fine boy he has. Bull teases when he asks if it makes him want one and everyone is surprised when Krem unashamedly says yes, he does want to be a father. Someday.

Cullen assures everyone that Dejah is fine and will be up for visitors later in the evening. They protest that it’s too soon but he tells them that she insists on seeing them for Satinalia, even if it’s just for a few moments.

He promises to be back shortly and heads to the upper levels of the library. Much to his surprise Dorian is awake. Sitting at a table, he’s writing furiously in a leather bound journal. The babe coos and throws his fists around.

It catches Dorian’s attention and Cullen sits beside him. He should have held him before he left, Cullen insists. Dorian confirms his assumption that he’d left to give them time together as a family. He didn’t want to intrude.

He’s clearly nervous to hold the child. Too many self-depricating thoughts are going through his head. He wonders if he will taint the babe. The moment he’s in Dorian’s arms though, Cullen recognizes the change that he himself went through.

The moment of awe and wonder. That he can be a part of this wonderful creatures life amazes him. He wishes he could visit for more than a few weeks. He misses his friend but he also wants to make the world a better place for her child, which he can’t do from here.

Cullen further stirs up the emotions swirling inside of him when he plainly and honestly tells Dorian how much his presence means to Dejah. And to him. That he is proud the first moments of his son’s life we’re shared with the woman he loves and the man he’s come to respect and trust above all others.

He tells him on Dejah’s behalf how much it meant to her to have him there for that experience. He even tells him of the midwife they had dismissed. She declared that she would be no part of a birth that involved Dorian Pavus. He wasn’t the father and worse, he was a Vint. He smiles when he recalls how furious Dejah had been. How scared the midwife had been when the former Inquisitor was done with her.

That she cried for hours the night he arrived from Minrathous because she was so relieved he would be there. Cullen also assures Dorian, who is now holding back tears, that he wanted him there too. He doesn’t feel that his presence robbed him of or lessened a once in a lifetime experience with the love of his life but that it enhanced it.

He will always have a place with them. He is their family and that will never change. He wishes Dorian had stayed to help with the babe. To hold him. Dorian has never felt more accepted in his life but he doesn’t have the words to say so.

He holds the babe close to his heart and closes his eyes. Cullen is silent. He gives this moment to Dorian and his beautiful child. A chance to bond that will be rare for them.

He urges Dorian to sleep and to visit Dejah once he’s refreshed. He won’t be a bother.

She’s still sleeping when he slips back into the room with their son. He takes a moment to watch her. He savored every moment of her pregnancy. He remembers every kick. He’s massaged sore muscles and swollen ankles. But, it didn’t feel real until he held his child in his arms. He wonders when the moment was that it felt real to her. He’ll ask her when she wakes.

He slips into bed. He has no intention to sleep but has every intention of holding the two people who carry with them his heart and soul. Dejah wakes sleepily and he pulls her gently against him. He tucks the baby between them and she cradles him protectively, as Cullen is her. Dejah murmurs that she loves him. So very much.

He kisses the top of her head and gazes down at them. His heart swells and he tries to tell her he loves her too but he can’t get it past the tightness in his throat. By the Maker, he does love them. It consumes him. It’s so much more powerful than the hate he’d carried before.

There are several days that have made a lasting impression on him. Thanks to Dejah, the good we’re starting to outnumber the bad. And this day…he prayed this day would be vivid in his memory until he died. He’s a father. He vows he’ll be better every day. He doesn’t know what he did to deserve this but he’ll show his Maker that he’s worthy of keeping it.

I love you. He’ll learn it in every language and it still won’t be enough.

His son will be a better man than he is. He will grow up in a better world than he did. He will be loved. Maker, he will be loved!

He realizes he hasn’t given her the present he got her but she and their son are sleeping so peacefully he doesn’t dare move. Instead he basks in the gift Dejah has given him. Her love and his son. Both have changed him irreversibly and he is grateful.

He brushes back his wife’s hair and strokes her cheek. You are the best thing to ever happen to me. He says it aloud and means it with everything he is. Never will they doubt the strength of his love.

#happy satinalia!#cullenxdejah #headcanon du jour #dads of dragon age #she's a long one #warning: feelings ahead #the gangs all here

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sinkingwmyships · 4 years

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Just imagine a Michifer spies AU...

... where they’re top-class spies from two rivaling organizations, put together for a mission.

* * *

“Please remind me why I’m the girl again?” Lucifer groaned for the millionth time, frowning at Michael in the process. It wasn’t hard to see his discomfort through the mirror images of the two men on the elevator’s glossy walls. Normally, Lucifer wouldn’t mind disguises or fancy parties (even if they were only for a mission), because they meant getting a break from hotel rooms, cheap wine and his laptop; plus, he’d get to meet new people that would either be added to his list of friends or list of kills. But this was not normal. This, waiting patiently in an elevator with his arch-rival, wearing a wig, silicon boobs and a freaking cocktail dress was not normal at all.

“I told you.” Next to him, Michael sighed, also probably the millionth time he had done so. Lucifer has to admit, Michael looked nice. Of course, he’d have to be blind to say that Michael isn’t eye-candy, but tonight was different. It’s not like you get to see your spy partner (slash rival) not beaten-up, fighting, or annoying the hell out of you by stealing all your kills very often. “Blonde wigs are all we’ve got.”

“Then why couldn’t we get a black one?”

“We didn’t have time.”

“Why didn’t we dye the wig?”

“First, it would never dry in time; and second, when it does it’ll only look like a gelled mess.”

“Why didn’t we dye your hair?”

“Are you insane?” Michael hissed. “I like it natural, thanks very much.”

“Your hair is black, you won’t dye it, but you’ve got a blonde wig.” Lucifer growled. “Are you trying to play some kind of prank on me?”

“Why would I do that now?” Michael sighed, before running a hand through his hair. “It’s just... I’ve never worked with a partner before, so I never needed a wig for myself.”

“How did a blonde wig appear in your closet then?”

“One of my brothers gave it to me.” Lucifer noticed a faint smile tugging at Michael’s lips. “Stupid birthday present. He’s blonde, and he was busy at the time so I just accepted it.”

A moment of silence settled over them, before Lucifer broke it:

“You’re shorter. You should be the girl.”

“You know what you should be?” Michael’s eyebrow shot up. “Thanking me right now because I'm secretly wearing heels just to match your height! And also for not making you wear heels to a freaking mission!”

“I wouldn’t mind....” Lucifer mumbled. Michael was wearing heels, but they were hidden in his dress shoes, which looked a lot more comfortable than what Lucifer himself had to wear.

“Oh yeah? Well then, I would be happy to get you however many pairs of stilettos you want. You can even wear them every time we meet, you know, just to remind me of that time when you claim you’re badass enough to go fight in heels.”

“Alright, jeez!” Lucifer held his gloved hands up in defeat. “Touchy-touchy huh?”

Michael glared at him. “Shut your mouth... princess.”

“You...!”

“Sshhh, we’re here.” Michael shushed Lucifer as the elevator slowed to a stop. They’ve reached the rooftop of the whatever-it-was building where the party was happening. Perhaps out of habit, both men held out their arm for the other to loop through.

“What are you doing?” Michael whispered angrily.

“I’m not doing that... arm crap!” Lucifer retorted as the door opened. Sighing, Michael grabbed his hand and forced it onto his arm, before dragging him out onto the roof. It was huge and noisy outside. The wind was mild, but it was still a little chilly. Michael noticed Lucifer’s shiver as they weaved across the sea of people, but he couldn’t say anything. They began to socialize, smoothly devising up stories and improvising to help each other out as they blended into the crowd. No disturbances so far; even though they haven’t yet spotted their target, at least things were going well.

“Michael.” About halfway through the party, Lucifer suddenly whispered. They have sat down at a table then, just the two of them, enjoying the booze and keeping an eye out for Metatron and his followers.

“Yes?” Michael replied immediately. He raised a questioning eyebrow when Lucifer hesitated, then cleared his throat before saying:

“I need to use the bathroom.”

“Yeah, sure. I got it covered.”

“But... Michael, I can’t just... go into the ladies’ room....” Lucifer muttered, his face getting redder by the second.

“You don’t have to sit down, you know.” Michael replied, his voice nonchalant.

“Novak.” That got Michael’s full attention. “I’m not going to eternally scar myself just because of your dumb blonde wig.”

“And I’m sure you don’t want to scar everyone else here by wetting yourself either.” Michael shot back. “Woman up, for God’s sake.”

“Yeah, right. Woman up and peep in the ladies’ room, for God’s sake.” Lucifer mumbled. “Words to live by, Michael.”

“What else do you want me to say?” Michael asked in defeat. “Besides, this is your fault. You drank thrice as much as I did!”

“One does not simply decline free wine, Michael!” Lucifer gasped, mocking hurt. The other man just rolled his eyes:

“Shut up and go pee.”

Finally, after five more minutes of hissing at each other’s faces, Michael got Lucifer to stand up and go to the bathroom. He sighed and sank back into the chair. He really wouldn’t have minded going to the party with male Lucifer, but that would just gather too much unnecessary attention.

Michael must have sat alone for a good ten minutes, before he noticed something was off. What was taking Lucifer so long? He stood and was about to head towards the bathrooms when something cold suddenly pressed against his back, beneath his suit jacket, hidden where no one would notice and no blood would show if he were to be shot.

“To whom do I owe this pleasure?” He asked quietly. The attacker gripped Michael’s shoulder, his fingers digging down as he led the spy through the crowd towards the back:

“It’s not a pleasure for you to enjoy, dumbass.”

“Wrong.” Michael smirked before turning around abruptly, his elbow flying up to strike the attacker’s gun. The weapon clattered to the ground, and Michael didn’t wait for the stranger to recover before punching him across the jaw. With a painful grunt, the attacker fell to the ground. Michael quickly snatched the gun and pointed it at the man’s face, but before he could shoot, he was tackled to the ground.

“That’s a dick move.” He muttered before the second attacker began punching him. Dodging a few and taking others, Michael waited until the man’s fists paused unconsciously for a break, before punching him right in the throat. That one gagged and Michael pushed him off, lodging a bullet into his knee. Attacker 2 screamed in agony, but Michael didn’t get to enjoy the sound for very long since somebody immediately pulled him back for another round of brawling. Two people, actually.

The guests were mostly gone now, or huddled together fearfully at the edges of the rooftop. Michael tries to free himself from the ambushers’ hold, but to no avail. The elevator opened, and out walked an all-too-familiar man.

“Metatron.” Michael raised an eyebrow at the crime boss. “What gave it away?”

“The best never reveal their secrets. isn’t that so, Novak?” Metatron smirked, and Michael wondered with anger who leaked his line. “Now, where’s your boyfriend?”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” Michael said, perhaps too quickly. It was Metatron’s turn to raise an eyebrow:

“No? Well then, it’s not gonna be a problem if I take him away, right?”

“You bastard.” Fear suddenly flared up inside Michael. Was that the reason why Lucifer was taking so long? “Where is he?”

“So he’s here.” Metatron mused, and Michael mentally cursed himself for slipping up. “What now, Novak? Getting emotional?”

Michael yanked his hands out of the two attackers’ grips. He punched one so hard his jaw seemed to have cracked underneath Michael’s knuckles; the other one tried to restrain him, but also ended up on the ground. Others lunged at Michael, but Metatron held a hand up. They stopped, glaring at the spy hungrily.

Where are you, Lucifer?

“Do you know what happens in a relationship, Novak?” Metatron began his taunting again. “You either die together, or one of you dies first. Now, will you be the unlucky person?”

“Nope. You will.” A voice sounded behind Michael right before gunshots rang out. “But sadly, Metatron, you don’t have much of a relationship with anything.”

Metatron’s face contorted as his followers jumped out to shield their boss. Michael immediately lunged forward, knocking men down left and right. But still, when he reached the elevator, Metatron was gone.

“Damnit!” Michael yelled. “Lucifer, where the hell were you?”

“i’m sorry you took a few hits, Michael.” Lucifer threw the empty gun away, frowning. “You’re not the one who almost had to strip to pee.”

Michael whipped around and snapped at Lucifer:

“That’t not what I meant! I don’t care if they got me, they were all weak as hell! Do you know what Metatron said to me? I thought... I thought he had you!”

“Oh, come on.” Lucifer rolled his eyes, but realized right away that Michael wasn’t mad because he got harassed by Metatron, but because he thought the blonde was in danger. “I’m fine. What can that bastard do to me?”

“He could have killed you, and I would never know.” Michael hissed, before pushing past him and dropping down onto an empty chair. Lucifer immediately went to him and sat down as well, pulling off the wig:

“Michael, I’m sorry. If I’d known....”

“Know what?” Michael angrily cut him off. “You don’t know how worried I was! You’ll never know! You’ll never get it because you don’t feel what I do for you! You’ll never....” His voice faltered. “Nevermind. Forget it.”

“Sorry, no can do. Because, actually, I do feel what you do for me.” Lucifer replied before pulling Michael into a full-mouth kiss. Michael made a noise of surprise, but then obliged and completely melted into it.

A loud ring sounded and both jolted, breaking the kiss. Lucifer smirked amusedly as a red-faced Michael pulled his phone out.

“Hello? Oh, hi Dad. Yes. Yes, that was us.” Michael spoke, still trying to regain his breath. “Uh, sorry. No, we didn’t. Yes, the innocents are all safe. Okay. Okay, bye.”

“You didn’t even speak to him about me!” Lucifer whined as Michael hung up. Those breathtaking green eyes met Lucifer’s blue ones, and Michael smirked:

“That’s because you have yet to finish your introduction.”

Letting out a chuckle, Lucifer wrapped his arms around Michael and pulled him back in again, muttering against his lips. “Whatever floats your boat, Novak.”

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sanjisock · 6 years

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ao3

It’s not like Zoro has never heard of the devil fruit users.

He has never met any of them, admittedly — not many seventeen-year-olds from a small island in East Blue could boast that they have — but he’s heard of them, has prepared to fight any of them in his path to become the strongest. So no, he isn’t planning to just turn into a bumbling idiot as soon as he meets a devil fruit user, hell no.

He just didn’t expect to end up on a ship filled with those very devil fruit users.

Strawhats, they call themselves, the name deceivingly benign.

“Are you really Zoro?” A raccoon — an actual talking raccoon — walked up to him, frowning and patting him on the leg.

“There are no signs of him being an impostor,” a woman replies, and she would’ve seemed like a normal human being in the midst of these monsters if it weren’t for all the extra arms currently holding Zoro down, making sure he wouldn’t suddenly turn hostile and attack anyone. “For now, we have to assume that he’s being truthful.”

He grits his teeth at her suspicion. “I do not lie.”

The boy with the strawhat laughs from his spot on the ship’s mast, his ridiculously long limbs are wrapping circles around it. “That sounds like Zoro all right.”

“Truly an interesting turn of events,” the skeleton looking over the railing observes, because of course even skeletons can talk on this ship.

But even this ragtag group of monsters around him doesn’t baffle him as much as the man currently walking out of the ship’s galley does, a familiar white sword attached against his hip, clattering against two other blades. There are little things that feel off – the scars over his eye and chest don’t seem familiar, and he carries an air of confidence Zoro has yet to perfect — but everything else is a flawless copy, if not an aged version, of himself.

“Leave him alone,” the man says with a voice Zoro knows to be his, and in all the seventeen years he has been alive, he never expected he would one day stand before his twenty-one-year-old self.

Zoro isn’t drunk enough for this.

“So,” Zoro says after his third bottle of sake, hesitant – how do you even begin a conversation with an older version of yourself? “Twenty-one.”

His older self shrugs. “Yeah. And you’re…” he trails off, watching Zoro with a look he usually gives other people when he knows he’s forgetting an important thing. Kuina used to tell him it made her want to punch him in the face, and Zoro kind of understands the sentiment now. “…young,” older Zoro decides to settle with that.

Zoro glares. “I’m seventeen.”

“What I said. Young.”

“I’m an adult —”

“You’re not an old man either, dumbass, stop acting so high and mighty,” the cook of the ship pipes in, knocking Zoro’s older self lightly on the head. Zoro watches his older self rub his head, obviously playing along, because there’s no way a hit like that actually hurt. It wouldn’t have hurt Zoro now, and he’d like to think he’ll be stronger a few years from now.

He notices that happening a lot, when it comes to his older self. Indulging people, that is — letting the long-nosed man pull pranks on him, the talking raccoon to sit on his lap. Little things Zoro swears he’d kill people over. And this cook – Sanji, wasn’t it? – gets more privileges than most, Zoro realizes — his older self lets Sanji call him names and kick him, among other things. Sanji is currently sitting across the table, beside the older Zoro, far into his personal space that their shoulders are pressing against each other, and Zoro’s older self doesn’t even try to lean away.

Zoro recognizes it as it is – affection. And he knows, better than most, how much of a weakness it is.

His disapproval must’ve been written all over his face, because his older self suddenly puts down his empty sake bottle and sighs. “All right, I’ll bite. What’s your problem?”

Zoro scoffs at the question. He doesn’t know where to even begin, but decides to start with a simple, glaring one. “We’re pirate hunters.”

“I was. You are. It never mattered and you know it,” his older self answers calmly. “We’ve always been swordsmen, first and foremost.”

Zoro can feel Wadou against his hip, and knows the answer to be true. Doesn’t mean he has to like it, and he suspects he wouldn’t like the answer of his next question, either. “Why aren’t we looking for Mihawk?”

At that, a dark look passes over his older self. Sanji glances at him, clearly worried. “We found him,” he says, and it takes him a moment to add, “we lost.”

Zoro despises the resignation in the older Zoro’s voice, slamming the table before he can stop himself. “Then fight him again!”

The galley goes quiet.

The girls have stopped talking, peering from behind the island, and the skeleton has ceased playing on his violin. Zoro can feel curious eyes on him, even from the doorway, where the others must be trying to peek into, trying to figure out what just happened in the wake of his outburst. Zoro hates it, hates that they care, their attention and concern enclosing him to the point of suffocation.

“Not right now,” the older Zoro finally answers, after a moment. “Not with how we are right now.”

It is not the answer Zoro wants to hear, and the devastating rush of disappointment that hits him surprises him in its intensity. “Are you giving up?” He yells, no longer caring that the whole ship could hear him now. “Is this what this is? How did I get so weak?”

His older self watches him quietly, and it pisses Zoro off, how could look so unbothered. All he says is, “acknowledging shortcomings is not a weakness.”

What a load of bullshit. Zoro’s entire body itches to unsheathe his sword, reminding the man in front of him of his dream – of their dream. He can still feel the way Kuina’s finger tangled against his, a shared promise that left a brand on his heart, and wants to grab the man before him by the collar and ask — have you forgotten her? Do you not hear how Wadou weeps?

“I will not become like you,” he spits out, bitter, feeling his throat tight, his heart a crushing lead weight. “You will never achieve your dream this way.”

He chooses the words he knows will hurt — would’ve hurt himself — but time and again his older self continue to confound him, because he merely closes his good eye and says, “one day, you will learn by yourself why we choose to walk this path.”

Zoro watches himself – twenty-one and none the wiser, apparently — and his gaze falls on the Cook, beside him. Always, always beside him, Zoro knows, hasn’t seen them left each other’s side in the few hours he’s been on this ship, bickering over the smallest things. The words leave his mouth before he could stop himself: “the Cook. He’s making you weak.”

Zoro feels the force of the hit before he even sees his older self move, and the only thing that keeps him alive is his own instinct, pulling Wadou out of its scabbard just quick enough to parry the attack from the older Zoro. Even with that, though, the strength behind the swing is still overwhelming, and Zoro finds himself flung backwards, hitting the wall of the galley with so much force that he could feel the wind knocked out of him.

He coughs, choking on nothing, and before he could find his feet he already finds himself pinned against the wall, the wooden planks digging into his back.

“Say that again,” his older self snarls, voice low, and Zoro actually feels chills running down his spine.

He tries to tip his chin up defiantly in an effort to save some dignity. “That Cook, whatever you have with him – it’s making you weak. You’re losing focus, and —”

The rest of his sentence dies on his lips as he is once again hurled to the side, thrown over the door before falling onto the grassy deck below, the dirt leaving burn marks all over his skin. He could barely defend against the next attack, his older self swinging down with so much force Zoro could feel the trembling in his hands down to his shoulders. His loses his grip on Wadou by the next swing, and the sword roll and clatter unceremoniously across the deck.

“Was that weak to you?” His older self hisses, and Zoro looks up to see his older self looms over him. He is suddenly caught up in images of old memories, Kuina standing over him with a wooden sword over her shoulder. She looked so tall, then – untouchable. His older self looks no different from her now.

“N—no,” he admits, hates how it comes out as a stutter, but unable to say it any other way.

“Now imagine fighting that every day,” the older Zoro says, “because that’s what having the Cook around is like. He’s annoying, wouldn’t shut the fuck up – but he’ll know you better than you know yourself, and he’ll force you to become a better version of yourself, because he’ll never expect any less. He’ll understand, more than most, what it’s like to throw yourself headfirst towards the chase of your dream.”

His older self leans down then, and looks him straight in the eye. “If you’re disappointed in me — in what we’ve become — that’s between us. But don’t you fucking dare bring the cook into this.” And for a second, Zoro sees something flit across his face – something softer, the sharp edge of his expression making way for something gentler as he tells Zoro: “he’s gonna be the best thing that’s ever happened to you.”

There’s something in the way his older self says it – like he believes every word to be true. Zoro feels a sharp pang of — what? Jealousy? Longing? He can’t quite place a name on it yet, but as he sees Sanji walk up to them, hand circling around the wrist of his older self like he’s done it a thousand times, a million times — Zoro wants; to understand, to feel, to even begin to fathom, what it’s like to have someone like Sanji by his side. The way his older self does.

“How long have you been listening,” His older self says, almost a whisper; there’s an embarrassed flush on his cheeks, his earlier hostility nowhere to be seen.

“Long enough,” Sanji says, and there’s a little smile on his face – teasing, perhaps? “Don’t be so harsh on yourself, you oaf. He’s just a kid.”

He watches his older self slide a hand up Sanji’s neck, framing his face and pulling him into a kiss, right before his vision starts to blur and everything falls into darkness.

Zoro opens his eyes to the sky blazing-blue above him, Wadou safe in his right hand.

He doesn’t believe that there’s a predetermined path he has to take — believes more in the future he can shape by his own hands, that his choices mean something. The Zoro he met, he concluded, was simply a version of himself he could be — a possible future in a different universe. He may become him, or he may not. He simply finds peace that even in a different world, a different timeline, he is still chasing after the same dream.

He continues to watch the sky, and can’t help to wonder what shade of blue his Sanji’s eyes will be.

Zoro is nineteen, bickering lightly with one foul-mouthed cook from a floating restaurant as Merry sails towards their dreams. He’s a pirate, a nakama, and maybe, just maybe — a lover, too. If Sanji will let him.

Zoro looks at his life and smiles, content that this is the one fate he doesn’t have to fight against.

#opfanfic #zosan #roronoa zoro #sanji #one piece

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bxcketbarnes · 6 years

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Lurkin’

Pairing: Bob Morley x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 2515

Author’s Note: So, my wifey ( @nothisisstiles ) gave me this idea that she got from this video. It’s a bit spicy so I hope you enjoy it!

Being apart of The 100 family was truly a blessing. Every single person involved with this show is an absolute sweetheart. Since I haven’t been acting that long, getting a call from the producers saying I got the part of Ofelia shocked the hell out of me. I would also be lying if I said that the cast of this show didn’t intimidate me because they did. The more and more time I spent with them the less intimidating they became the more relaxed I felt and realized I could be myself.

We were in the middle of shooting season two and I was standing behind the directors, watching Bob and Eve, who played Maya, act out their scene where Bellamy contacts Raven for the first time through the radio in Mount Weather. I stood in my outfit which is basically a lot of bandages wrapped around my chest and pelvis since Ofelia is one of the forty-six that’s locked in the cages that’ll eventually be taken to collect bone marrow from our bodies. My eyes roamed over Bob, taking my bottom lip between my teeth as I took in his appearance. Damn, he looks really good. If I had to picture Bellamy, it’d be this.

“Could you make it any more obvious that you’re staring?” I heard Marie ask and I jumped, turning around quickly as she stood behind me, a smirk on her lips.

“I am not staring,” I mumbled, rolling my eyes as I crossed my arms over my chest. “I’m just watching their scene.”

“Yeah, that’s why you’re biting your lip and basically undressing him with your eyes,” she chuckled, shaking her head as my cheeks flushed. “C’mon, Y/N, you can’t hide the fact that you have a crush on Bobby!” I covered her mouth with my hand, looking around us as no one seemed to hear what she said.

“Jesus, Marie could you be any louder?” I asked, feeling my cheeks basically on fire as I ran my fingers through my hair. She patted my shoulder, giving me an innocent smile as the two of us made our way towards some chairs, sitting down in them.

“Look, it’s alright. Bob’s a sweetheart and I’m sure he’d definitely go out with you,” she reassured me and I shook my head.

“There’s no way Bob would go out with someone like me. H-He’s way out of my league,” I muttered, looking towards the cute freckled man as he and Eve finished their scene. His eyes met mine and I quickly looked away, can’t help the blush darkening on my cheeks as I looked at Marie. “Please tell me he’s not coming this way,” I whispered to her and she pressed her lips together.

“Hey, Y/N. It’s time for our scene,” I heard his Australian accent seep through his American accent as I looked up at him, nodding my head. He gave me a small smile as I stood up, making my way towards the set as I glanced back at Marie, seeing her give me a cheeky wink. I groaned louder than I wanted too, getting a confused look from Bob. “You alright?” He asked and I gulped, glancing towards him.

“Y-Yeah, I’m just a bit nervous and I hate being in small places,” I half-lied, tangling my fingers together as I gave him a nervous grin.

“You’ll do great. You always do,” Bob mumbled, his eyes roaming my body. My cheeks heat up under his gaze, biting the inside of my cheek as we made it onto the set. Bob opened the cage door for me and I could feel myself beginning to sweat, dropping to my knees in front of him. I could see Bob’s cheek flush a bit, turning a bit pinkish as I chuckled, getting into the cage.

“Oh, Jesus. Let’s hurry this scene up,” I told him and he nodded his head, closing and locking the cage as he walked over to the place he was supposed to stand.

“Alright and action!” The director yelled and I took a deep breath.

I laid my face against the cage trying to see if any more of our people were in here, but I couldn’t see anything. I shook the door of the cage, begging for it to miraculously open but it doesn’t budge. I heard the door open and my breath hitched in my throat, moving towards the back of the cage as I pretended I wasn’t there, trying to be as quiet as I could, so I didn’t get chosen next.

“Ofelia?” I heard a familiar voice and I perked my head up as far as I could without hitting it against the top of the cage. “Ofelia are you in here?”

“Bellamy?” I asked quietly, leaning towards the front of the cage as Bellamy crouched down. “Oh my god, Bell. What are you doing here?” I questioned, lacing my fingers through the holes of the cage, looking over his face.

“I’m here to get you guys out of this damn mountain,” he muttered and I noticed the guard’s outfit he’s wearing.

“Thank god. I don’t know how much longer I can stand being in this cage,” I muttered, letting out a sigh as his fingers touched mine.

“Don’t you worry, ‘Felia, I’m getting you out of here,” Bellamy whispered and I nodded my head, feeling tears come to my eyes.

“Bellamy, I’m scared,” I whimpered, my lip trembling a bit as he frowned.

“You’ll be okay, alright? Stay strong for me,” he mumbled and I nodded once more, sniffling a bit. “I’ll come back for you. I promise.” Tears streamed down my face as I watched him walk out of the room.

“And cut! Beautiful you two,” the director grinned and I let out a sigh of relief. Bob walked back over to the cage, unlocking the door as I practically leap out of the cage.

“Oh thank god,” I laughed, laying on the ground as I heard Bob and a few other people on the set laugh as well. The Australian cutie held his hand out for me to take and I grab it as he helps me off the floor. One of the directors walked up to us, laying a hand on my shoulder.

“Y/N, you’re becoming a better actress day after day. I’m really glad to be working with you. You’re tons of fun, keep up the good work!” He smiled and I nodded my head, grinning at the elder man.

“Thank you so much. I’m super glad to be here,” I grinned, glancing up at Bob whose eyes were already on me.

The directors have decided to let us actors have a few hours off of work since we’ve been recording scenes for about six hours. I was sitting at a picnic table with Lindsey, Eliza, and Marie chatting about random things when something that Marie mentions gives me an idea.

“Isn’t it odd that Bob’s been in his trailer for a super long time?” She asked and the other two girls shrugged their shoulders, not really providing their two-sense on it.

“He has? Oh my god. I’m going to play a prank on him. Be right back,” I muttered, getting up from the table as I got my phone out of my jacket pocket. I put it in video mode as I stood outside his trailer, turning the camera towards myself. “Alright, so apparently Bobby has been locked in his trailer since we were given our break and I thought it’d be great to scare the shit out of him,” I giggled, biting my lip softly, “here we go!” I turned the camera back around, quietly opening his trailer door, stealthily making my way inside.

I ignored the pounding of my heart as I looked in, not seeing him anywhere. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, about to leave when I hear a quiet moan coming from inside. What the fuck? I step inside, quietly closing the door behind me as I made my way towards the noise. The moaning became a bit louder as I could feel my cheeks heat up, but also feel my heart plummeting. Is he with someone?

“Holy fuck,” I heard him moan, quietly stepping forward as I pressed my ear against the bathroom door. “Oh yeah. Right there, Y/N,” he moaned out and my eyes widened. Oh my god… I took a step back, tripping over one of his shoes as I let out a small scream, falling onto my ass. A loud clatter echoed out from the bathroom as I mentally cursed myself, quickly getting off the floor, running towards the door of the trailer, hoping to get out before Bob sees me. “Y/N? What are you doing here?” I heard him ask me and I let out a sigh, turning around.

“Uhm, I was… is this not my trailer? Silly me,” I mumbled, reaching for the door handle when I heard Bob say my name again. “Alright, fine. I was going to prank you by scaring the fuck out of you, but y-you seemed a bit occupied…”

“Oh, god. You heard that?” He asked and I nodded my head, feeling my cheeks heat up. I stepped towards him, licking my lips a bit as I stood inches from him.

“It’s okay, though. I feel a bit honored,” I smiled at him, trailing my hand up his chest as I heard his breath hitch. “If only asked me for help, you wouldn’t have to imagine what it’d feel like,” I whispered, biting my lip. I watched his eyes flutter shut as I stood on my tippy toes, pressing my lips to his neck. Bob’s hands held my hips, pulling me closer to his body before his hands dip under my shirt.

“Jesus, Y/N…” he groaned, moving his hands past my ass, each hand gripping the back of my thighs before picking me up. I let out a gasp, wrapping my legs around his waist as he carried me over towards the couch, Bob sitting down on it before setting me onto his lap. I straddled his hips, moving away from him as I ran my fingers through his hair.

“Is this actually happening?” I asked myself quietly, hearing Bob chuckle as his fingers tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

“This is happening, unless you don’t want it to,” he whispered, his thumb softly rubbing my cheekbone.

“No, no, I do. I-uh-I like you a lot,” I mumbled, looking down at him as he grinned. I could feel my heart pound against my rib cage as we just stared at each other. Bob pulled me closer to him, pressing his lips to mine as my eyes widened for a second before they began to flutter shut. I moved my lips against his, tugging gently at his curly hair as a small groan escaped his lips.

“Y/N, stop,” he muttered against my lips and I smirked, slowly pulling away from him before tugging once more. Bob’s dark brown eyes slowly shut, leaning his head back as his lips were parted. One of his hands ran through my hair, tugging my head back as he pressed his lips to my neck like I had done earlier. My stomach flipped, feeling his teeth graze my skin as a moan leaves my lips.

“B-Bob,” I moaned, my hands gripping his shirt as I try to tug it off. He moved away from me, shrugging his shirt off, throwing it to the floor as my eyes glanced over him. His hands went back to my hips, moving my ass against his as I could feel his member becoming harder. I tugged my jacket off, revealing the outfit I had on in our scene as Bob’s lips connected with my collarbone.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he mumbled against my skin, my nails digging into his shoulder as he sucked and bit my skin. I moaned, glancing down at him as he left a purple mark on my chest.

“Bob! I’m not done filming in this outfit,” I groaned as he looked up at me, a smirk on his lips.

“That may be true, but-,” he started but was cut off by a knock on his trailer door.

“Bob! Have you seen Y/N? They’re ready for her scene,” I heard Marie ask and I began to panic. I quickly got off his lap, losing my footing as I was rushing and end up tripping over my own two feet. Curse my clumsiness. “Bob? Everything okay?” She asked and the door opened, Marie stepping inside the trailer, her eyes widening.

“H-Hi, Marie,” I mumbled, pushing myself up off the floor as I grabbed my jacket, draping it over my shoulders. She looked at the both of us, noticing Bob’s shirt missing and both our cheeks red as a fire hydrant.

“What’s going on here?” She asked, pointing between the two of us as my lips parted, trying to come up with some kind of excuse.

“Uhm, we were practicing our lines… yeah,” I mumbled, zipping my jacket as she laughed, shaking her head.

“Yeah, that’s what you were doing. Anyway, you’re needed on set,” Marie told me, giving me a knowing smirk as I nodded my head. Once she left his trailer, I let out a deep breath, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

I turned towards Bob, seeing him leaning back on the couch as he looked at his hands that rested on his lap. “I uhm, have to go… do my job,” I chuckled, blushing majorly as he nodded, getting up off the couch.

“When you're done with your scene, come back to see me?” He asked, smiling down at me as I nodded my head. “Good. Oh, by the way, I like you too,” Bob grinned and my heart skipped a beat, a smile forming on my lips. I leaned on my toes, pressing my lips to his once more as I put all the passion I’ve felt for the Australian before I need to go.

I made my way back to set, taking off my jacket as Marie gasped, her eyes trained on my chest. “What are you-oh,” I mumbled, remembering that Bob left a mark on my chest as I called one of my makeup artists over.

“We are so talking about this later,” Marie whispered to me as the artist covered up the love bite. I nodded my head, already feeling my cheeks heat up as I glanced back towards Bob’s trailer, seeing him standing outside of it with a small smirk on his lips.

I’m so getting you back for this, Bobby.

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emiliaclarkesdragons · 6 years

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y/n walked around the shopping centre with her group. They were all from her college. None of them, who believed that this was really happening, wanted to say it but they knew no one alive was anywhere to be seen. When the outbreak happened, they were all at a house party. y/n didn't really like house parties but she went so her mom wasn't worrying about her too much. She couldn't help wondering what would have happened if she hadn't gone. If she had stayed at home with her mom and brother, if she had gone to the hospital to see their dad then went home to put her little brother to bed. She wondered if they were still at the hospital, or if they had got out the city in time. She didn't know.

It had been long enough now and she couldn't keep thinking about what might have happened, these were the people she was with now, perhaps she would have to keep them all alive. Or, maybe they would have to keep her alive. She knew that most of them would listen to her after all her dad was a police officer. She doubted those existed. "Maybe everyone's gone underground," said George to no one in particular.

"What?" Oliver questioned, stopping walking and turning to him. The rest of them stopped to listen too.

"I read that if something like this did happen, the government had made an underground city and tunnels-"

"I don't think they have somehow" Oliver rolled his eyes, he was George's friend but it was no secret that George made up a lot of bullshit. George said nothing else as no one said anything to back him up. So, they carried on walking through the empty centre. Surely there has to be someone here, y/n thought but they would have come out by now, they were making enough noise. No matter how many times y/n had told them not to make too much noise.

The shopping centre was a mess, nothing was where it was supposed to be, glass from the shop windows were all around them. y/n assumed people must have looted the place before things got really bad. There was not another person in sight apart from the group and it was starting to worry y/n. There had been a broadcast which informed them as to what's happening. Although the broadcast wasn't very clear, it was a military one, which was hard to understand. y/n was able to piece some of it together due to her dad being a police officers. They had told them the symptoms of the virus or whatever it was that was spreading and who to avoid. They had called them the walking dead. y/n was the only one to take it seriously, she had been following some blogs online which had been talking about this for a while.

y/n hadn't told the group but she had a gun with a silencer in her backpack, when they were looking for food she was looking for protection. She had also found a knife which she kept in her gun holster belt. And, as she walked around she had a feeling she might need more than the knife. She had made sure they all had something to defend themselves with, obviously there were a few which didn't want to and y/n couldn't argue with them. Then there were the others who were doing it for attention and the whole group could see it.

Two of them where Jay and Casey, who were currently walking too far ahead. "Guys!" she shouted at Jay and Casey, they turned around, "don't walk off too far, we haven't searched the whole place yet." They carried on walking, mumbling something. y/n was certainly the only person who actually knew that this would be their lives now, the others were still trying their phones and wandering around places like they were on holiday.

"You really think this is all real?" Amy scoffed, "I bet were on that prank show, I bet there are cameras somewhere," she said looking around the centre.

"I don't think we are," y/n huffed, she was getting impatient with the same people.

"Well, I think we are" Amy scoffed, once again.

y/n huffed and turned to her, "you really think they would close down some of the busiest streets in Atlanta and a trash a shopping centre just to prank some college students?!" y/n raised her voice slightly, which caught the attention of the other classmates.

"For over a month" George added, this time he wasn't bullshitting. They had seen him writing down how many days had passed and y/n was glad someone was. She was too busy making sure everyone stayed together.

"She has a point, Amy" Dylan, who was at the college due to a football scholarship, "this isn't normal, we need to start thinking where to go."

Amy only tutted and walked off, y/n was about to tell her not to walk off too far but she knew she would be wasting her breath. "We need to find somewhere to stay tonight," y/n said out loud, not realising Dylan was still standing there.

"We're too exposed out here, I was following some blogs when-"

"Me too!" y/n said surprised, she wasn't sure why she was surprised George had been following the blogs too.

"Yeah, they said we should keep away from the city but..." he trailed off and shrugged, almost blaming the others.

"I think there's a travel shop down there" Dylan pointed down the corridor.

"Alright," she nodded, "Guys! We should move on down there, I want us to stay together" she announced. They all listened, she realised that there were only three that didn't really like to listen and they were trailing along at the back.

Jay, Casey and Amy, y/n thought, they're gonna be the death of me.

George and Oliver jogged up to y/n who was walking ahead, "you know why they listen to you don't you?" George questioned.

"No, not really" y/n mumbled, she didn't really want to talk to anyone. She was still angry about the three not listening or taking anything seriously.

"Your dad, he was in the force, right?" George questioned.

"It's not called that, George. He was just a police officer" y/n sighed, stopping outside the travel shop. "Look for maps please," y/n said to the group, adding, "and anything you might be able to use-"

"Chargers!" Casey and Amy rushed to the portable phone charges.

"I don't think that's going to be helpful, do you?" Dylan said.

"Our phones are dead, we need to keep trying" Jay defended. Dylan just brushed it off, he wasn't going to start an argument over this. If they wanted to waste their time then that was their problem, which was also the thoughts of everyone else. A lot of them were picking up clothes, waterproof jackets, water bottles and so on. y/n was also picking up these things.

"Found them" Oliver held up the maps and y/n walked over to him, "I'll hand 'em out" Oliver said. y/n opened the map, she wasn't sure where to go, but her eyes somehow were falling to her neighbourhood, she knew her family wasn't there.

y/n went out of the shop to get some sort of peace and quiet, she needed to think. Where would be the best place? y/n thought. She huffed, she didn't know. "There's always the underground tunnels that-"

"If you finish that sentence I'm going to kill you" Jay threatened George.

"There's no need for that" Dylan said. y/n wasn't really listening, she was done looking out for Jay, Casey and Amy, they needed to realise that this was their lives now.

y/n heard a clattering, "shut up" she mumbled, then repeated it louder. The noise echoed through the centre.

"What was that?" Amy panicked.

"Maybe its people" Jay said, "come, we should look"

"No, we need to be walking in the other direction," y/n said, grabbing their wrists, "please don't," she said and meant it. Jay tugged his arm from out of her grasp but she seemed to have grabbed the attention of Casey and Amy, finally. "Please don't go that way," she said softly as Dylan tried to hold Jay back.

"We have to go. Now." Dylan said as Jay fell back.

"The fuck-"

"Run!" y/n yelled, "George get them to the back entrance," she told George. She trusted him to do it, he was someone who wanted to prove himself and just because the world had changed that didn't mean they had.

"Come on," Dylan said to y/n.

"No, I'll catch up," she said, pulling the gun out of her bag, "go!" she told him.

"y/n!" gasped Casey, "you just shot a load of people!"

"They were dead! They were dead walking" y/n defended herself, she didn't care what they all thought of her right now, she just needed to keep them all alive. "We need to keep moving!"

"The dead are there!" George yelled, "what do we do?" he asked, they were trapped in the small corridor.

"I- I don't know" y/n breathed, as Casey and Amy were still shouting at her. She fired at the herd coming down the corridor.

"Need a way out?" A voice came from a door which just opened.

"Go! Go! Go!" y/n yelled, making sure they all got through before she did. She was nearly grabbed by the herd but she had just slipped away.

y/n hadn't realised that they had lost some people until they started asking where this person was or where that person was. "We need to go," y/n said.

"We can't leave them!" Amy yelled, tear stains were all down her face.

"They. Are. Dead." y/n said firmly, "they aren't coming back, we have to go. Or that will be us."

"My names Glenn by the way" the man, who had opened the door said to y/n.

"y/n" she mumbled and shook his hand.

"I- there's a group I'm with, just out of town, your welcome to come?" Glenn offered.

"Yes," George said instantly, followed by others mumbling in agreement.

"I don't want to go with her" Casey said, Amy agreed and Jay stayed quiet. "She killed people back there." She yelled, pointing to the closed door, as tears started falling.

"They were already dead!" y/n yelled back, "but feel free to go back and talk to them if you want! I won't be the one stopping you."

"I think you should come back, we have food, water... please" Glenn said, he didn't want to leave these people behind. Casey nodded a little, "okay then, this way" Glenn lead the way and no one talked for a good amount of time. They had lost more people than they originally thought. y/n could tell they were muttering about her. "Are you alright?" Glenn asked her.

"Fine"

"Don't listen to them," Glenn said, placing an arm around her shoulders to comfort her. But she didn't feel like she needed it.

"I don't care what they say or think about me, I saved their lives, not everyone, but," she shrugged and continued, "they're alive and they'll soon realise how much that really means."

Glenn agreed with her, he had already saved someone from a herd like that, "I've not long saved a guy from a herd like that" he said. y/n didn't say anything until he said, "the guy was in a sheriff's uniform, turns out his family was with my group, sweet really. Guess you'll meet em soon."

"Sheriff's uniform?" she questioned.

"Yeah, guess he was one before. You remind me of him" Glenn said. He was sweet, y/n thought.

Thanks for reading! I based this off a dream I had the other night. Hope you like it, also I don't know much about guns so there are probably mistakes.

Has anyone seen the new Jumanji? It has the blonde girl in the first gif in it and that's who I based Amy off

Also also, part 2 coming

ps.gifs aren't mine.

#Rick Grimes #rickgrimes #twd rick #rick x reader #rick imagine #carl grimes #Lori Grimes #carlgrimes #glenn rhee #twd glenn #glenn imagine #glenn x reader #imagine glenn #The Walking Dead #thewalkingdead #the walking dead carl #grimes family #reader x grimes

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flowerpotphil · 6 years

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Not-So-Chocolate Bunnies

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Summary: It's Easter, who doesn't love a bit of chocolate? Only there's a bit of a mix up with what turns up at the apartment.

Easter, birthdays, Christmas, they're all such good ways to indulge in a little extra chocolate. In reality it's a whole lot of chocolate, but that's just a given anyway. Phil had been caught sick with a cold a week before, and it really knocked him back a lot. He was dizzy when he moved, lethargic, and he just wanted to sleep. Dan had gone out and brought all his Easter presents for people, he'd gotten some for Phil to give out too, but Phil had to get Dan's still and he had no idea how long he'd be stuck in bed.

It was around midnight when he got the idea to order it online instead, and see if he could get the chocolate delivered on the day itself. He patted himself on the back for that idea, it was one of his best. Unfortunately, his snuffed up brain couldn't remember the word 'chocolate', so he typed in 'bunny that is brown' and searched it. Too tired to read the description of the page, Phil clicked the first link and went through it without thinking, putting his card details in and ordering the chocolate bunny, or what he thought was a chocolate bunny.

Over the week, Phil started getting better. He'd watch movies with Dan and even got the energy to record a gaming video, but he did fall asleep where he was sat until midnight, leaving Dan to edit the video. What Phil didn't know was that Dan planned on doing a liveshow, and while talking about the next gaming video, he decided to show Phil live, to thousands of people, asleep. And decided to flip him off. So that really was great, there was a new meme to add to the already endless pile.

Easter came quick enough, it fell on April Fools day that particular year, and they'd already formulated their plans to prank their fans - a livestream of pigeons. Of course, it was Phil's genius that came up with it.

"Who do you think will watch it? I bet no one with stay for the full 5 hours." Dan grinned, cuddling into Phil and away from the cold. It was going to be a dreary day anyway, and he was leaving for Reading at about 3 so he wanted to get his fill before being split up for a few days. Not that they wouldn't constantly text; they were as lovestruck as teenagers and that passion hadn't ceased since day one.

"There's a few that will, I'm guessing 1 out of 100 will stay for it." Phil sighed, "I'm sorry I couldn't get you an easter egg." He ran his hand up and down Dan's arm when he felt him shiver. "You've been sick, you don't need to apologise to me you dumbass." He wiggled out of Phil's arms and rolled to face him. "You're enough of a gift for me."

Phil had to admit, Dan looked cute with his little scrunched up nose at the soppy thing he just said, but it didn't stop his reply, "You've still got to pay the rent, you stalker." It was a running joke, and it wasn't a secret than Dan literally hadn't left Phil's side for more than a week, and that was only when it was dire.

"I'll move out then. Bye!" Dan stuck his tongue out slightly, then practically bounced out of the bed. Feet patting along the carpet as he half-ran through their apartment. "Dan you're scared of the dark, how are you even going to survive on your own?" But he could already hear the clatter of porcelain bowls on their marble counters. He counted 2 clatters, so he took it as Dan was bringing him his breakfast. It was too cold to get up anyway.

It was so cosy in the bed that Phil started to drop back off to sleep, eyes shutting as he burrowed into the pillow. Then there was a smash and a scream. A lot of screaming. And curse words. "Fuck you, stupid moth, fuck you, get out!" He was yelling, the entire of London would know there was a moth at this point. Phil groaned and got up, putting his glasses on and blinking as he sight was suddenly so much clearer. His socks were warm, so at least he didn't have cold feet like Dan.

"What's going on?" He asked, walking into the kitchen to find Dan curled in the corner. "Get it away from me." There was a moth on the counter, it was probably in shock at a giant yelling at it. There was a smashed glass on the floor by the oven, probably from when he saw the bug in the first place. "It's just a tiny moth, what's so bad?" Phil cooed, laughing as Dan glared at him. He took a glass from the draining board and put it over the moth, leaving it to flap around until it calmed down. "It's sorted. You okay?" Phil reached to pull Dan to his feet, being careful of the glass. "I'm okay, it just surprised me when it flew in front of me and I freaked. "And that's fair enough. But now I'm hungry."

Dan got breakfast ready while Phil cleaned up the mess and threw the moth out of the window, it was quite an effective system really. They went to the lounge, put Riverdale on, and ate as usual. Phil kept an eye on the clock, he was expecting the doorbell to ring at 10 and the chocolate to be delivered.

He hovered around the door until the doorbell went, it was blatantly obvious to Dan that he was waiting for something. "I'll get it!" Phil nearly squealed, like a preschooler at an ice cream van, and made more noise than a horse as he ran down the stairs.

He opened the door, and a lady stood there with a cardboard carry box with holes in it. "You wanted a bunny?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. Phil didn't really get why, from what he could see it was pretty cute that they'd made it look like an actual animal was being transported in the box. "Yes, thanks!" Phil took the box carefully, he didn't want to break it. She smiled and walked away, tossing her hair over her shoulder and she did.

"Daniel! Delivery!" He giggled giving the box to Dan. "God Phil it's heavy, have you literally order me a house? Are you trying to get rid of me?" Dan looked in mock horror as Phil laughed, tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth slightly. He was still laughing when Dan let out a confused 'huh' and looked over at Phil. "Phil, come here." He raised an eyebrow and it was a little concerning.

When Phil looked in the box he was taken aback. A brown rabbit with black eyes stared back at him. "When did you order this?" Dan asked, reaching in to get the rabbit out. "In the week?" Dan looked up at Phil and pulled a face, he must've thought it was a chocolate rabbit, not a chocolate coloured one that was actually alive. "I'm such and idiot..." Phil hid his face in his hands and huffed.

"You aren't, anyway, I like her!" Dan was smiling at the little rabbit that was cuddled in his lap. "You do?"

"Yes! She's such a darling. I feel like this is better than a chocolate one, we can keep her and love her and it'll be the sweetest thing!" Phil loved seeing Dan get worked up over cute things, he really loved it more than anyone could imagine. "She needs a name though." Dan put his hand on her to try and settle her a little. "Anna?"

"Annabelle? It seems a little more eloquent?" Phil suggested, reaching down to stroke her fur, she was really soft and he fell for her quicker than he'd ever imagine. "Annabelle, it suits her."

They sat on the couch cooing over her, stroking her fur and playing about with her ears, Dan completely forgot that he was waiting to do something special for Phil - something he'd never, ever forget - the bunny was too much of a distraction.

After about an hour, Phil looked at the clock and muttered something about going to get the stream set up. It was midday so he'd probably get some food on the way back. He did. He got some left over pizza ready for the stream to start at 1, they munched on it and then, taking Annabelle with them, went to their room to pack Dan's bag.

Although it was more of Phil lying on the bed playing with her than it was helping Dan pack.

"You need to coordinate your outfits." Phil commented when he saw Dan just throwing any old thing into the bag. "Why? It's just my family who'll see me and then I'll come straight home." He dropped the shirt he was holding onto the floor and looked over at Phil. "You pack for me then." Here was a cheeky smile on his face, he just wanted to play with their new pet. "Fine."

Dan squealed at that and stumbled over to the bed while Phil got up and dumped the clothes onto the floor. "You're cleaning that up." He pointed at the clothes, but Dan didn't even react to it, he just continued talking in his baby voice to Annabelle. Perfect.

Nearly an hour passed and they started the stream, watching it on Dan's phone cuddled up on the couch until it was time for him to go. They did feed the birds on the hour, but there wasn't really anything exciting going on.

That was until Dan realised he hadn't given Phil his big surprise yet. And he was due to leave in 5 minutes.

Without waiting a second, Dan ran upstairs to their room and started rummaging through the boxes he'd stacked in the corner. "Come on, come on." He groaned to himself, trying to find the box he'd hidden from Phil. Phil was always the type of person to go looking for his surprise, so it was hidden well. "Aha! Here we are!" Dan punched the air in triumph and grabbed hold of a black box.

Phil was obviously a little tense about Dan's timing, ever since he drunkenly blinded his eye temporarily it had become even more of an issue. He couldn't call out because of the stream, or text Dan.

When he appeared, he walked over and muted the video, then watched as people commented frantically about them muting it. Dan chucked and put his hands on Phil to turn him around. "Close your eyes and look when I say." He instructed, then there was some shuffling. "You can-" Dan didn't even finish the sentence before Phil had turned and was looking at him. "So, Mr Lester." Dan was smirking as he saw the slap of shock on Phil's face. He didn't reply, but Phil was shaking slightly at the sudden load of emotions. "Will you marry me?"

"Is this a joke? Because it really isn't funny if it is..." Phil stuttered, but then Dan got out the little black velvet box. "I promise you this isn't a joke."

That was it, that was enough to make the tears spill faster than ever.

A brief pause ensued. "Of course I'll marry you!" Phil had to wipe his glasses down, giving Dan enough time to get up and wrap his arms around him. "I think it's time I need to leave, I'll see you soon Mr Lester." Dan grinned and kissed his nose, then unmuted the stream.

And no one had any idea.

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theo-raekeno · 6 years

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Title: Horror Night Cody Christian imagine Requested: “Can you write a Cody Christian imagine where cast of teen wolf are having a movie night and reader hates horror films and they put one on and he notices she is low key freaking out and he cuddles her and other fluffy stuff. She ends up falling asleep on him and while she is asleep, everyone tells him he should tell her he likes her, you can decide how it ends.” Word count: Horror night, the one thing you always regretted showing up too, the teen wolf cast thought it was a good idea for everyone to meet up for movie nights on occasions. Since Teen Wolf had ended the meet ups weren’t regular, it was on rare occasion when you guys met up. You looked at the group chat, both Dylan's were going to be there and both Tyler’s, Shelley, Holland, and most important to you, Cody. Cody had always been the one to make you happy, he was the one to make jokes with, and he always made jokes back. You pulled your car towards Tyler H’s large house, it was the usual meet up, all because he had a large television that everyone could see. Most of the cast would carpool together but you drove yourself, you knew you wouldn’t be staying long, horror movies weren’t your forte, they were actually the worst. You climbed out of your car, locking it behind you as you walked up to the large house, you didn’t want to watch the movies but you wanted to see the cast of Teen Wolf, they were your best friends on the show anyway. Cody walked up behind you, grabbing ahold of your waist as he attempted to scare you, you jumped upwards, yelping out as he did, “Cody!” He was laughing as your heart rate accelerated, not only at his touch but at the scare that he gave you. You hit his chest, he smiled at you, “Oh, that was great, Y/N, always fun messing with you.”’ You had missed this, the cast would play pranks on you, but you still missed Cody more out of all of it. He started to walk towards the door, he turned to look at you, almost as if he was waiting for you to follow him, “you coming?” A blush flushed onto your cheeks but you followed after Cody, he opened the door, letting you walk into the door first, the cast cheered as you both walked inside. Shelley walked over and gave you a hug, along with Holland, you smiled at your girls and walked as Cody walked over to the boys. “You rope him in yet?” Holland whispered into your ear, you blushed and looked down, shaking your head, “No, he just showed up at the same time I did.” Shelley frowned at your answer, they had wanted you to get with Cody since the first day on set, there was chemistry enough for the fan to ship it, there were already edits of the two of you kissing or even holding hands. “Cody is just a friend.” Tyler H walked into the room , holding a large bowl of popcorn, the cast took that cue to sit down on the 2 large sofas that were in the movie room. You followed behind your girls, but quickly noticed the only spot was left next to Cody. “MInd if I sit?” Cody looked up at you with a large blush on his face, he nodded quickly and allowed you sit down next to him, you smiled at him and got comfortable by curling up into a ball. Tyler P started the movie, which of course he picked a ghost movie, which was the worst for you, you had lived alone, imagining a ghost in your room or house wasn’t hard. 30 minutes into the movie you were gripping your knees, your heart was racing out of your chest, you hated horror movies. You were shaking in fear, you had somehow wrapped your hand around Cody’s arm. You jumped when the ghost tossed plates towards the main character, you winced when one of them hit her, Cody noticed every time you jumped or even started to shake, he thought you were so cute. He adjusted his sitting, moving towards you, he whispered under his breath, “Hey, if you’re scared you can hold my hand.” Cody moved closer to you, you cuddled into him, laying your head on his chest, when you did that all of the shaking went away, you actually felt safe in his arms. You listened to his heartbeat, it was slow, rhythmically beating, Cody ran his fingers through your hair causing your eyes to drift back into your head ,Cody’s touch was so soothing and he had been so warm, you couldn’t help but drift into sleep. When the movie was over the lights came on over head and everyone turned to look at you, you were out, sleeping on Cody’s chest, holding his hand tightly. His hands were wrapped around your waist, he had been holding you. “Cody, wake her-” Dylan B s[oke to Cody but Holland quickly slapped her hand over his mouth, “nope, you need to tell her how you feel!” Cody looked confused until he blushed nervously, he thought nobody knew about his feelings for you, he hadn’t wanted them to know. Because when the whole cast knows, Y/N would end up knowing, it was almost predicted. “I can’t” “Why not?” Shelley questioned Cody, they were all trying to be quiet, whispering to try and not wake you up. Dylan S walked towards his friend Cody, “just wake her up, we’ll all walk out and eavesdrop from the kitchen.” Holland nodded towards Dylan S, it was guaranteed they were going to eavesdrop, but saying it made all of them feel like creepers, “it’s not hard, just wake her up and tell her you care about her, she feels the same if it makes you feel better.” He looked down you, you started to stir awake at the sound of all the clatter, he played with your hair and gestured for everyone to leave the room. Tyler H stayed in the room, holding the bowl of popcorn, eating it in silence, “you too, Tyler.” The group left the room and peeked their heads around the corner, he tapped your arm, causing you to be awake, you yawned and tried to snuggle into him. “Y/N, you slept through the movie..” You shrugged, not really thinking about your surroundings, only about the fact that Cody was with you and you were snuggled up on his chest. “Did the ghosts win?” Cody laughed at your sleepy comment, watching as you tried to wake up, “Y/N, the ghosts didn’t win. “ Cody held you tighter and watched as you woke up, you were so cute when you woke up, your hair a little bit of a mess, your eyes brighter than ever. “So ,um, Y/N, I wanted to talk to you about something..” You nodded, leaning forwards as you watched Cody fumble with his words, he was trying to get something out , but you couldn’t tell, “Cody, you okay?” “Yah, uhh, but I really care for you.” You looked to the doorway where the cast stood with a smile on their face, Holland put two thumbs up and gestured towards Cody. “I, Uh, care about you to, Cody.” He looked to be shocked, but smiled at your reaction, he had cared you and didn’t expect you to feel the same until it came into words, “ I have liked you since I met you, you were so cute when you walked into the set on your first day in a pair of sweatpants and a large spongebob shirt, I just haven’t been able to get that out of my head.” You thought back to that first day, you had looked like a mess, your shirt was large, and the pants drooping on your legs. But then again, you looked that way only due to the fact that you crawled out of bed 5 minutes before you were supposed to be at the set, it was an accident but you barely made it on time. “Cody, I looked terrible.” He shook his head at you, “you looked perfect in every way, just as you look perfect right now.” Cody was speaking through his heart, it was somehow so smooth, you blushed and brought his face closer to yours, “you talk to much,” touching your soft lips with his rough ones, his beard tickled at your cheeks. His hand came up to your face, he moved in pace with you, tilting his head towards you, craving every touch that you could give him.You moved closer to him, crawling into his lap and kissing him harder than any of the teen wolf cast should have seen. “Okay, okay, nope, we aren’t doing this anymore.” Tyler H walked into the room, separating the two of you, you looked at Tyler with a pouty face, “not on my couch, go do it in the car or something.” Cody stood up, you blushed as he walked towards the door, holding it open, he gestured for you to exit, “my lady.” Shelley tapped you on the shoulder, and smiled at you, “go get em tiger!” You stood up, deciding to say fuck it, you followed behind Cody, watching as the cast catcalled behind you, telling you to ‘get it girl’

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