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unexpectedstormy · 11 months

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Would you be interested in writing something Four/Shadow? Anything at all!

While I’m not much for shipping in general, I do have headcanon about Four and Shadow black cats that you can take however you want. (1354 words)

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At last, Four found himself alone.

He was hiding way back in a narrow alleyway between two random shops in the Village of Men that bordered two sides of the Gerudo Town walls. This was the home of the families, the husbands and non-Gerudo children of the Gerudo women and girls who lived inside the City’s walls. And given that this was a desert, it was hot.

Four leaned against the plastered wall and slid to the ground, sitting behind a couple crates and pots and not visible from the street. He and the rest of the Chain were given “Town Pass” as Warriors called it, freedom to go anywhere or do anything in the local area for two days as long as it wasn’t harmful, destructive, or illegal.

They certainly needed the downtime. Traveling in the blazing desert tended to make young hot-blooded heroes irritable at best or downright defiant and combative at the worst (cough cough Wind cough cough). And Four was tired of constantly being surrounded by people.

Four settled in to consume the hydromelon lemonade and goat meat hand pie he’d purchased in the market and read the newspapers he’d picked up from his Grandfather the last time they were in his Hyrule. His grandfather had saved him quite the stack of the twice weekly papers and Four had only made it a third of the way so far through the stack in his offtime in the evenings and on days of rest.

A stray black cat appeared from between the crates and rubbed against his leg.

“Hello kitty,” Four said and gave it a couple pets. “I hope you’re not here for my meat pie. It’s my brunch and I don’t feel like sharing.”

“Rrrror?” The cat trilled. It rubbed against him a few more times, then settled into to sniff-inspect his boots intently. Four ignored the cat and unfolded the first newspaper in the stack.

LOCAL FARMER BURNS DOWN OWN BARN TO DESTROY SNAKE INFESTATION

VILLAGE ELDER MARRIED AT LAST AT AGE 89

FERRYMAN’S DAUGHTER DROWNS IN MYSTERIOUS CIRCUMSTANCES

ALMANAC FORECASTS HEAVY SUMMER STORMS

“Mrrrp?” Four looked down to see a second black cat sitting politely and expectantly next to him.

“Well hello there,” He gave the cats ears a polite scratch.

“Mrrrr?” The cat asked again.

“What? Do you want some meat?” Even though he’d told the other cat off, Four couldn’t say no to those round amber eyes. He offered the cat a chunk of goat meat from his hand pie, but the cat promptly turned around and walked away without so much as a sniff.

“Fine then. I’ll eat it myself,” Four popped it in his mouth and carried on reading.

PRINCESS BEGINS TOUR OF HYRULE’S REGIONAL CAPITALS

FLOODS DESTROY BRIDGE AT ECTON VILLAGE ROAD

ANONYMOUS BENEFACTOR GIVES GENEROUS DONATION TO BOXHILL CHILDREN’S HOME

BELL PEPPER BUMPER CROP EXPECTED THIS SEASON

Four jumped, startled when a third black cat leapt down from somewhere onto his shoulders and then to the ground.

“Kitty! I almost spilled my drink!” He exclaimed, dismayed. The cat ignored him and instead bumped heads with one of the other cats which lounged beside him on the cool shaded packed earth. The new cat lair down between the other two and stretched out long and languid. The cats didn’t seem to want anything from him other than his company, which Four was fine with. He came here to get away from interaction after all.

CATTLE RANCHER’S TODDLER ACTUALLY A CHANGELING

NUMEROUS REPORTS OF CLOTHED MICE FROM CHILDREN IN THREE VILLAGES

EARTHQUAKE RATTLES CASTLETOWN, CAUSES MINOR DAMAGE

LOST HORSE RECOVERED IN EXTRAORDINARY CIRCUMSTANCES

Four finished his drink and set it aside, then blinked in surprise when he realized there were in fact now seven black cats laying next to him on the ground.

“Where did you all come from?” He asked the one laying with its back against his leg. “Are you all part of the same family? The same cat colony?” The cat looked up at him, slow blinked, then yawned.

“I thought so,” Four said stroking its fur. The cat stretched along the entire length of Four’s legs. The other cats laid along the wall two cats wide except for the cat on the end which was curled up in a perfectly circular disk. The cats were arranged next to him almost like they were his… shadow.

It was just coincidence, Four told himself, but his heart clung to the smallest fragment of hope. He quickly went back to reading.

SUTTON NOBLES ADOPT NEW FAMILY CREST

DEFENSIVE CASTLE BUILT ON LAKESHORE TO BE COMPLETED NEXT FALL

FAMOUS MUSIC TROUPE TO PERFORM AT AMPITHEATER ON SOLSTICE

BANDITS SEIZE CONTROL OF MONASTERY FRUIT ORCHARD

The noises of the village and the market grew louder as the morning wore on. The sun shifted and shadows shifted as the sun drifted back down toward the horizon, but the cats stayed only in the shade, refusing to let even the tips of their tails touch the sunlight. Four crossed his legs so that they wouldn’t burn in the ever-rising sunlight. The alleyway was rapidly warming up and Four started to think about finding somewhere else to escape the heat.

“What do you guys do when it gets too hot out?” Four asked. “Where do you go? A cave or an underground den perhaps?” There were only six cats still there, apparently one of them had left. Still they were arranged beside him in a pattern like what his shadow would take—if he still had one.

Four folded up the paper he finished and moved on to the next one.

RARE WATERSPOUT SPOTTED NEAR COASTAL VILLAGE

LOCAL FARMER CONVICTED OF SETTING RIVAL FARM ON FIRE

Four was starting to feel warm and thirsty. The shade he occupied rapidly dwindled and two more of the cats were no longer there, undoubtably seeking shady respite somewhere else. But Four might be able to read a few more articles before the heat chased him out of his secluded refuge.

SCHOOLBOYS INVENT NEW POTTERY STYLE

FAMILY OF ORPHAN CHILDREN SUCCESSFULLY RUN FRUIT RANCH ON THEIR OWN

It was too hot to finish reading the article. Already Four could feel his arms starting to sunburn. The sun was almost directly overhead; high noon was upon him. Only one cat remained beside him, sitting next to him in the narrow strip is shade still remaining along the wall.

“So you’re the last one, eh?”

“Mrow,” The cat replied.

“I’ve enjoyed your company, hopefully as much as you all seemed to enjoy mine,” Four scratched the cat’s cheeks and head and it leaned into his hand, but only for a moment.

“I’m off now, I’ll probably go to the underground lake I’ve heard some of the locals—and my younger brothers—mention. Go swimming or something.”

The cat licked his arm once, stared into Four’s eyes for another moment, then turned and walked off down the alleyway. Four gathered his things and departed in the other direction, trying not to read too much into what had just happened. He probably would never see those cats again.

Except that he did.

They kept showing up wherever Four went. If he was in the market, one of them would rub against his leg then vanish into the crowd. If he was at the inn, two of them would watch him come and go from their perch in the rafters of the common room. When he walked along the streets, several would follow him for a block or two. Wherever he went, they were there. Four didn’t quite understand their behavior, but it gave him comfort to know that he wasn’t alone.

Even after they left the desert and left that Hyrule, everywhere he went, black cats inexplicably seemed to gravitate toward him. Four conflicted. Was it a sign? Was it a sign? Was Shadow still out there? Still alive somewhere and trying to communicate with him through the behavior of black cats? Or was his own mind playing tricks on him? Was he hyper aware and hypervigilant of black cats now?

Maybe he’d never know.

#ask game #an unexpected ask #anon anon #lu four #four doesn't have a shadow #except for the furry kind #fluff #figurative and literal #minimal angst

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mxacegrey · 10 months

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Sitting at your desk, you wrote in the case files before you. Suddenly a bright red light buzzed from your computer, reading 'Timeline fracture -- Alternate timeline detected'. Frantically, you accessed the system to reveal the location of such an anomaly. Sighing in annoyance, you collected the case files, letters that had sat on the corner of your desk, and your bag before opening a time portal to the location.

Alarms rang as you walked into the cortex, scrolling through documents on your tablet. You sat down on a chair you had dragged out from the med bay, facing the door when the suspects in question arrived.

"Who the hell are you?" A man in a tight red suit asked, the rest of the group holding a weapon in your direction.

"Please put the weapons down. I'm here for a Mr. Allen. Mr. Bartholomew Henry Allen." You explained calmly before pointing at the man in the red suit. "Which, I take it, is you, sir. I also assume that your friends here are Francisco Ramon, Dr Caitilin Snow, Joe, Wally, and Iris West."

"What do you want?" Mr. Allen asked, removing the mask from his face, and glaring at you.

"I am simply here to hand you this letter and to tell you that you and your compatriots are due for a trial for your crimes against the timeline." You stated, taking out a small stack of letters from your bag and attempting to hand it to the group. As you attempted to hand the papers, the group moved away from you. Raising an eyebrow, you simply placed the documents on the table before moving back.

"Who are you?" Cisco asked cautiously, watching you step back.

"My name is Y/N. Y/N Thawne." You replied, causing the group to step back from you in shock. Joe raised his gun at your head, shooting a bullet straight at you. Within a split second, you caught the bullet between your thumb and index finger. Moving your hand down to your side, you looked at the group in disappointment and veiled annoyance.

"W...What are you doing?" Wally asked as he watched you take out your tablet and start typing.

"None of you seem to be very receptive to me being here so I am calling in my partner. Perhaps he will have better luck." You replied, looking up at the group sharply.

"Your husband is a psychopath, who killed my mother!" Barry iterated for the seventh time since you revealed your name. You shook your head and rolled your eyes in annoyance. You noticed a time portal opening from behind the group and called out to your partner,

"E. I had no idea you were a psychopath or that you killed Nora Allen."

"I had no idea either." Your partner replied, causing the group to turn around in shock at the familiar voice.

"Eddie?!" Iris called out, walking towards Eddie, who walked past the group and wrapped an arm around your waist. A streak of red lightning followed Eddie as a man in yellow stopped next to him.

"Oh, Crap." The man in yellow exclaimed as he took his mask off.

"Hold it right there, Eobard." You and Eddie scolded the man, as he was about to run off once more.

"... Hello." Eobard smiled, waving mockingly at Team Flash.

"He's a murderer!" Barry yelled, his eyes tearing up as he pointed at Eobard. "Why would you let him out?!"

"Technically yes. But his actions are the ones that we told him to take." You explained before turning to Eobard. "And Eo, take that damn illusion off."

"Fine." He replied, before pressing a button on his watch. Team Flash watched in shock as Eobard seemed to get younger until he was a teenager. "Better, Mum? Dad?"

"Much." You and Eddie replied before opening a time portal back to your offices.

"She was my mother! And your son murdered her!" Barry yelled at the trio, causing you to turn with a slightly sympathetic look on your face.

"I mean this in the nicest way possible but your mother was essentially timeline collateral. Her death is a fixed point in time. As you can tell, messing with such events can have devasting effects." You replied before speeding away with Eobard, leaving behind purple lightning.

"Try not to mess with the timeline anymore, Allen. You've already created masses of paperwork." Eddie replied before leaving in blue lightning.

Upon entering your office, Eobard looked at you and Eddie in mock innocence.

"Love you, Mum and Dad."

"You're grounded... And no Barty." You told Eobard, exchanging a smirk with Eddie.

"What, no Barty?!" Eobard exclaimed, shocked.

"No Barty." Eddie repeated. Eobard left the room, his red lightning following him. Eddie pulled you into his arms and pressed his lips to yours. His left hand held yours, your matching golden wedding rings glistening in the light.

Months went by until you were interrupted once more by a bright red light buzzing from your computer. Your desk was cluttered with paperwork regarding Flashpoint and the new changes to the timeline that had to be recorded and analyzed.

"What?" You called out, bemused as you looked at the computer.

'Timeline fracture -- Death of individual too early'

'Location: Infantino Street'

"What?!" You exclaimed as you read the notice. Eddie walked up behind you, his chin on your shoulder.

'Harrison "HR" Wells (Earth 19) - Deceased May 23, 2017'

"WHAT?!" You and Eddie yelled, eyes wide in shock.

#eddie thawne x fem! reader #eddie thawne x reader #team flash x reader #team flash #cw the flash #platonic eobard thawne x reader #fem reader #eddie thawne #eddie thawne x you #second person narration #fluff #minimal angst #consquences #timelines #post-flashpoint

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kasper-tag · 7 months

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✨It's time for a sneak peek of my new fic!✨

Title: Meow and Forever

Pairing: Malec

Rating: Mature

No archive warnings apply

Word Count: 3,000+ (still writing and editing)

About: post-canon, magical accidents, cats, fluff, comedy, immortality, soft malec

First chapter coming soon! 🖤

#animalec fest 2023 #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #shadowhunters #fanfiction #ao3 author #prompt: Day 23 - Lost #it's gonna be light and silly and sappy and funny #minimal angst #Alec will panic a bit but kitty snuggles help 😉#sneak peek #snippet #meow and forever

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irreverentizzyposting · 2 months

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here’s the lesbian mariadeline fan fic

Sailor!Maria, Lighthousekeeper!Adeline, non-cannon character necessary for the plot, Yuri fluff (tho it was set up to end in angst I cut it out and you can probably see where, it has little to no angst in it), mentions of blood and death, way too long.

my first ever fanfiction so I’m sorry if it sucks. How to write good fanfics no borax no glue

In a towering lighthouse on the edge of a jagged cliff, overlooking a quiet English fishing harbor, stood a Younge woman. Her rough hands moved auburn hair behind her ear as the ocean gale began to pick up. Dark eyes watched as the sea rolled in a blanket of dingy storm clouds. The woman’s father stood behind her as he worked away at the lamp. The first strike of lightning made its purchase in the distant waves, the thunder taking its time to reach the ears of the lighthouse keepers. “This one will be worse than the others this season.” Spoke the woman to her father. The father, a man named Atlas who was nearing 50, raised his head from behind the huge lantern. He squinted his wind burnt face to gaze upon the brewing storm. “Expect shipwrecks. Expect casualties.” Spoke him simply. And with that, he returned his worn hands to his work. “Aye” she replied just as simply. The night brought rain-wrapped winds and an unforgiving tide. The woman stood her ground atop the lighthouse with a telescope in hand. Monstrous waves crashed against the rocks below and drenched the poor girl. “Adeline! Come inside, lest the waves take you with them.” Beckoned the father. She only responded by a wave of her hand as she leaned further over the railing with the spyglass to her eye. It did not take very long for her father’s callused hand to grab hold of her blouse and yank her away from the railing. Adeline gave a grunt before pointing towards the churning sea, “A ship!” she yelled, “A ship in the distance!”

Atlas grunted before snatching the telescope out of his daughter’s hand. “Aye, and what of it! No use nearly falling to your death over a ship that is already doomed. You’ll join those poor sailors if you continue being a fool.” he said. A strike of lightning crashed near the base of the cliff. Adeline let out scream of surprise before grabbing her father’s arm and dragging him inside the windowed safety of the light house. Atlas hauled the huge glass door shut and let out a huff. He gave his attention to the still unlit spotlight. “Get downstairs and fetch me the matches. Best be fast lest we’re found responsible for the downfall of that ship.” He said sternly to his daughter. Adeline nodded and sprinted her way to the lower floors with a candle in hand. The flickers of candlelight illuminated the spiral stairs as thunder came nearer. Once Adeline had gotten to the bottom of the lighthouse, the thunder shook the very foundation of the tower. She stumbled about towards the table in search of matches. Before she could get her hands on the box, though, a crash shook the ground beneath her feet so violently that she was knocked onto the floor. Her candle stick fell to the ground with her and went out upon impact. After a few moments, Adeline sat up from her fall and found herself in a pitch-black room. The only thing that let her see anything was the lightning strikes that flashed from the window. She finally gathered herself and grabbed the matchbox from the table. She scrambled up the staircase like her life depended on it. Once she had made her way to the lantern room she tossed the matches to Atlas, even though he had his back turned to her. He swerved around and gave her an unamused look.

“Did you hear that thunder crash?” she yelled at him over the roaring waves, “It knocked me to the floor!” “That was no lighting, that was a ship.” Said her father. Adeline’s heart sunk and she stepped her way over to the side of the light house. She peeked through the glass and squinted through the pounding rain to lay her eyes on a ship, jagged and broken against the rocks. The sight was a horror, bodies littered against the knife- like rocks. Some impaled, some drowning. Thunder struck the lighthouse again as Adeline looked towards her father in horror. “Aren’t we to help them? They will all be dead by nights end if we don’t!” shouted Adeline over the constant barrage of rain against glass. “If you wish to die like your mother did, so be it! Go ahead and drown yourself along with them!” her father yelled at her as he struck a match. Sparks lit the disheveled man’s face as he lifted the match into the lamp of the light house. “Mind your eyes, wretch!” he said with some smile, a mixture of wonder and morbid happiness as the light house’s lens immitted a blinding beacon visible for miles. Adeline ducked into the stairwell and waited for her father to finish his work. A long night was bore as a leaking roof and shortage of lamp oil were all problems having to be endured through one of the worst storms of the year. Deep into the night, atlas found himself struck with some sickness of the gut and could only sit on the light house floor, vomiting into a bucket. Adeline was left to care for her father and tend to the lamp on her lonesome.

3⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄4 As the night weaned from the sky, so did the storm. Atlas slept through the morning, and once Adeline found the sky clear enough to put out the flame, she made her way down the spiral and stepped out of the lighthouse. Light rain fell against her round face once she pressed bare feet against damp sand. The sea breeze was pleasant, but also brought a dank smell of mildew and death. She paced herself with reluctancy. Rounding the jagged rock, Adeline finally laid her eyes on the gnarled ship from the night prior. It sat sideways, mangled and lifeless like a beached whale. Its sails draped over the small cliff like sheets of cobwebs against some ancient crypt. Splintered oak shot out from the shore, pointed, and stained with the blood of its unfortunate crew. Seagulls had made quick work of having a meal of the cadavers. It was a gruesome sight, but one that Adeline had seen many times before. Adeline made careful motions as she lifted herself into the keel of the ship through a jag opening. She felt soft cloth beneath her feet and moved away from the entrance to let the sunrises rays in. The inside of the ship was covered in beautiful silks of every shade, more vibrant than Adeline had ever seen. She continued her steady pace further into the belly of the ship, taking in the spectacle. The more she ventured, the more the girl was astonished by the precious cargo. Silks, jewelry, and crates of spices all spilled onto the floor, making a mess of such valuable things. She kept her hands to her sides, despite how much she wanted to take something to add to her collection of treasures. It was immoral and sometimes illegal to raid shipwrecks, especially with things of

this much value. She knew the people who were to be receiving the cargo would catch news of the wreck and make hast to come and collect what is salvageable. Despite knowing all of this, Adeline stopped in her tracks when she laid her eyes on pendent that stuck out beneath a long sheet of red-stained silk. The pendent was a polished emerald, round in shape. The precious gem was secured in a golden hold that hung from a chain of silver. Adeline saw her reflection in the emerald and could not help but kneel to get a closer look. She lifted a hand and took it with utmost gentleness, but when she pulled, it gave resistance. She scrunched her brow in confusion and gave a gentle yank at the chain again, to no avail. She took the red silk in her hand and lifted it to look. To Adeline's shock and horror, beneath the stained cloth was a body. She dropped the silk and found her hand stained with the red. It took no thought to realize the silk was not dyed but soaked in the body's blood. She looked wide eyed at the silhouette that laid before her. It was a goliath of a woman, much taller than even Adeline's father. The woman had straight hair, white as seafoam and tied with a black ribbon. She bore the clothes of a sailor. A white tunic now stained red, and brown trousers. She was so very pale. Pale enough that Adeline was sure she was dead. She leaned to get a closer look at the woman's face. Her eyes were closed, and her lips parted. Adeline was taken aback when she noticed that the woman's chest was slowly rising and falling. 3⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄4

Adeline swung the door open and dragged the huge woman into the light house. "Atlas!" She cried up the stair well, "Atlas! Come quick!" Her father made haste down the stairs to meet his daughter holding an unconscious Amazonian of a woman, pale as snow and tracking a trail of messy blood behind her. His face was a mix of anger and confusion that complimented his sickly visage. "What is the meaning of this, girl!" he yelled at her with a raspy voice. He bounded down the stairs to meet his daughter's anxious eyes. "Where did you get that! You've doomed us! Take it back outside, the dead spread disease!" Atlas yelled and grabbed Adeline's arm. She shook him off and held the unconscious woman in her arms defensively, "She's alive! She breaths! I found her in the ship, she will die soon!" Shouted Adeline. Atlas put his hands on his head and gave a pained groan. He looked at his daughters pleading face. "Damned daughter of mine." He grumbled beneath his breath. Atlas grabbed the bleeding woman by the legs and helped carry her up the stairs to Adeline's room. They laid the woman on the bed. Adeline hastily tended to her wounds as Atlases face was sour with disappointment and disgust. "No wonder the bloody ship sunk, women on board's bad luck. The bastard captain should have known better." Croaked Atlas. "If she were bad luck why does her heart still beat?" Spoke Adeline in a reserved tone. "She won't for long! Look at how pale she is. She'll be dead by tomorrow." Retorted

Atlas. With that, he stood and left his daughter to tend to the survivor. 3⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄4 Many days went by, Adeline spent them without leaving her room once. She had sat by her bed, watching the woman like a hawk. The mystery woman had rarely stirred, only a few movements of the head and hands. It was enough though. On the fourth day of the woman's arrival, Adeline was still sitting by her side. She had spent many nights sleepless and now found herself nodding off. She rested her head against the side of her bed as she sat on the splintered floor and rested her eyes. After a good while of sleep, Adeline awoke to the sound of cloth rustling. She lifted her head to look around and found the woman beginning to stir. Adeline jumped to her feet and looked over her guest. The woman made a small grunt and some facial expression of discomfort. Adeline frowned and pressed her hand gently against the woman's forehead to feel her temperature. Her face was much warmer than before. As Adeline felt, the woman raised her own hand to touch Adeline's. Her uncomfortable expression softened before her eyes slowly opened. Adeline stared wide eyed at the woman, and for the first time, she stared back just as

surprised. Adeline first noticed the woman's peculiar eye color. She had irises of pure crimson like nothing she had seen before. Her first thoughts should have been Demon or Possessed, but instead, it was Beautiful. "H-hello?" Adeline asked softly. The woman blinked a few times, then squinted up at her caretaker. "Have I died…" The woman asked softly. Her voice was soft and warm with a tinge of a Slavic accent. "Oh! Heavens no!" Adeline whispered with a concerned smile, "You are alive as ever." The woman stared at Adeline for a moment before attempting to sit up. She took her own hand off Adeline's and brought it to the wound on her stomach, letting out a pained groan. "No, no! Please lay back down!" Adeline cried and led the woman back to lay. "Where… where is my crew?" said the woman while breathing heavily. "You were the only survivor…" murmured Adeline. The woman frowned, but she did not cry. She glanced to Adeline. "Did you find me?" asked the woman gently. Adeline nodded with a smile. The woman took her Adeline's hand again and pressed it to her own heart. "What do I owe you? What is your name, Saint." The woman spoke sternly. Adeline raised her eyebrows and shook her head in surprise, “I am not to be owed anything, good lady! My name is Adeline, I am no saint." "Adeline…" echoed the woman. She raised Adeline's hand to her lips and gently kissed it. "My name is Maria."

Adeline could not help but blush. She had rarely been treated like this, and the only times that she was it was by the loud boys in the harbor town. A woman had never done this. "Well… Maria is a lovely name for a lovely Sailor." Adeline managed to speak through her embarrassment. "Are you hungry, do you need water?" Maria smiled, "Water would be wonderful." Adeline nodded. "I will be right back" she promised. Adeline left the room for the first time in days and returned with a glass of water in hand. When she opened the door to her room, though, she was met with the sight of Maria up on her feet. She was taking shaky steps towards Adeline with a smile with a hand on the wall for support. Adeline gasped. "What are you doing! Lay back down!" she shouted. Maria simply replied by taking the glass of water from Adeline. "Thank you" Maria said sternly. 3⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄4 Adeline spent the rest of that day with Maria as she regained the strength to walk. By sundown, Adeline was leading maria down the staircase. "Our light house is not very far from the harbor. At the rate you are recovering, maybe we could go into town and buy you new clothes tomorrow." Adeline suggested. Once the two women were finally at the bottom of the stairs, Adeline let maria walk

herself into the kitchen without aid. Maria stumbled a tad and grabbed a chair for support. Adeline put her hand on Marias back with concern, but Maria looked at her with a small smile and laughed. Adeline laughed as well. As they giggled, the front door began to rattle. It swung open and let in a breeze of cold air. There, in the doorway, stood atlas with a pipe in his mouth. He looked up from the toils of rope he held in his hands and locked eyes with his daughter. Then, he met the crimson eyes of Maria. The pipe fell out of his mouth and onto the floor, a spray of tobacco and ash littering the wooden planks. He pointed at maria with a face of pure horror, but maria stared at him with a deadpan face. "She awoke this morning," Adeline smiled, "Isn't it a miracle?" "Siren!" Atlas shrieked, "Putrid Sea witch! Look at her eyes, stupid girl!" Adeline frowned; Maria's expression did not change. "What do you mean? You don't really believe that…" said Adeline sheepishly. "Look at her damned eyes! That's not…”, Atlas took a breath, "That's not normal! Demon, I tell you!" Adeline stared at her father in shock and then looked at Maria. Marias expression was near impossible to read. "Well.." she simply spoke, "If you wish to believe me as a siren, than believe me as a hospitable siren.” And with that, she turned and went to walk back up the stairs. She struggled but made good haste, leaving atlas alone with his daughter. Adeline stared at her father with disgust.

"What has come over you! She is our guest!" she protested. "That bloody woman is taller than any man I've ever met, paler than any sickly child I've seen, and has eyes red as blood! You dare act like I spoke irrationally?" he shouted. "That woman is as human as I. You saw her bleed, and a shipwreck brought her nearly to heavens gate. How dare you insist she is anything short of man! And even say it to her face. Shouted it, even!" She cried. "You've brought a demon into our home! What happens next is your fault! Don't let that wretch near me. The great ones sent her to haunt me of your mother’s death!" Atlas shrieked with his hands over his face. Adeline bore a face of utter discontent and sprinted her way up the stairs without another word. She stopped at the door of her room and knocked gently. "Maria…?" she spoke gently, "are you alright?" The door opened gently and maria gazed down at Adeline with a rather emotionless expression. "I do not suppose your father is very fond of me." Maria said very flatly. Adeline frowned and shook her head, "I'm so sorry about all of that. I don't know what came Over him." "Do not fret, I've been given this treatment for some time." Maria said with a small grin. “Have you really…?" Adeline asked gently. Maria nodded. Adeline opened her arms to offer maria a hug. She was hesitant but awkwardly bent down to hug the woman. "Thank you." Replied Maria.

3⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄4 The next day brought cool morning air and a calm tide. Adeline had spent her rest in her cherry wood rocking chair instead of her own bed. Despite Marias retaliations, Adeline prevailed in having her guest sleep in a bed, even if it meant sacrificing her own. Adeline awoke gently to the sound of the oceans waves. She cracked an eye open to see Maria hauling herself out of bed. She took some struggle standing up, but once she did, she promptly hit her head against the ceiling. The poor lady was so frighteningly tall she could barely fit into room. Adeline suppressed a snicker to sustain the illusion of rest. Maria shifted her attention towards the “sleeping” host. Adeline shut her eyes tight as Maria knelt to her height. A good few minutes passed slowly and Adeline figured Maria had been much too quiet. She opened her eyes to see Maria merely inches away from her face. “Whatever are you doing?” inquired Adeline, her voice still dripping of sleep. “Making sure you are still alive” Answered Maria with a completely serious face. Adeline giggled, “I do not think I have heard you tell a joke yet.” “You still have not” Said maria flatly. “Oh…” Adeline blinked. She then rubbed the sleep from her eyes and shifted in her chair. “Well, I do suppose I should be taking you to get new clothes today, hm?” Maria looked down at her torn and blood-stained clothes and frowned. “Are you sure? I think my clothes are perfectly functional.” Maria said, still completely serious. Adeline looked Maria up and down. “I’m sure your real concern would be going out in that just to purchase new clothes.”

“Well, I’ve nothing else to wear. I’m positive your clothes would not fit me.” Maria retorted. “Hmm… I’ve got an idea,” said Adeline. 3⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄4 The two ladies made their way through the quiet harbor town with their arms intertwined. The shorter one wore a skirt without a petticoat, a blouse, and a furred cover up. The taller wore the latter’s father’s clothes, they were just a bit too small for her. The sight was nothing short of ridiculous, but it would have to do. “This is humiliating” whispered Maria to Adeline as the towns people stared bewildered from their quaint shops. “Its necessary, unless you prefer the bloodied tunic?” said Adeline with a smile. “I think I would.” Maria returned the smile. “Ah! There was your first joke!” Adeline beamed. “Afraid not.” Said maria flatly. 3⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄4 The two women spent a few hours in a boutique. Maria spent a good long while in the dressing room. She spent most of that time calculating prices in her head to combat the guilt she had of Adeline spending money on her. Finally, Maria immerged from the room in a linen shirt and pants set for cheap and a corduroy coat that went down to about her calves. Adeline had been sitting in a chair waiting for her. Once she laid her eyes on Maria,

she could not help but smile. "My! You look much better out of those clothes." Adeline said without thinking. "Oh?” Maria raised an eyebrow, "Do I now?" Adeline covered her mouth in utter embarrassment. “Oh! Oh, heavens no not like that!” Maria chuckled and patted the poor girl’s shoulder, “Do not fret, I know what you meant.” Adeline refused to look maria in the eyes. Maria took her chin to make her look her in the eye. “I assure you; I am in no way offended.” Maria said smoothly. Adeline stared without words for a moment. She soon cleared her throat. ‘W-well I… I assume I am to pay for these clothes now.” Adeline stuttered. Maria smiled, “I assume so.” 3⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄4 After the transaction was made, Maria and Adeline sat facing each other in a small restaurant on the bay. The food wasn't the best, especially the coffee, but the view of the ocean was nice. As Adeline sipped her mediocre brew, she looked out towards the barges sailing into the harbor. The grey sky was now beginning to clear itself and let the sunshine through onto the water. It glimmered like diamonds and reminded Adeline of the abandoned treasures piled within the shipwreck.

Adeline finally turned her head towards Maria, whom had been staring at her the whole time. Adeline raised her eyebrows, "Ah! Hello there." She giggled. Maria didn't answer but simply sipped her coffee. She sat it down with a face of mild disgust. "It tastes of shit, hm?" Adeline joked. Maria went a bit wide eyed, "Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" She said, mouth agape. "Mmh, well.." Adeline spoke as she swished her coffee around, "She isn't exactly alive any longer." "Oh… my condolences." Maria said in an apologetic tone.I did not mean to bring it up." "Do not worry! I've grown used to it. My father on the other hand, is still plagued by it.” Adeline said. "That makes sense. He surely acts like it" Maria cringed as she watched loose grounds pool at the top of her coffe. Adeline sighed and took both of their coffee cups and dumped it into the ocean, "I'm sorry about him. My mother passed away during a storm like the one that made you crash here. Ever since Atlas has just been a tad bit…" "Mad?" Maria finished Adeline's thought. "Yes… that's the word." Adeline said as she sat the coffee cups back down. "He's always believed in sirens and sea spirits of the like but since her death he's been much more paranoid of them. I assume once he saw you're eyes it triggered that paranoia."

"I see," Spoke Maria, "I assure you; I was born like this. But I cannot say your father is the first person to accuse me of something paranormal. The crew I sailed with nearly threw me off board a week in." Maria chuckled but Adeline stared horrified. “That’s horrible…” Adeline said. “Oh! Do not worry yourself. It’s something I’ve grown accustomed to.” Maria said with her forced smile painted across her pale face. Adeline rested her hand on Maria’s and looked inter her ruby eyes. “For what it’s worth, I’ve find you quite beautiful.” Spoke Adeline gently. Maria sunk into her shoulders and held onto Adeline’s hand. She stared with a look in her eyes like she had never been offered such kind words before. “Thank you, Adeline…” she whispered. 3⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄4 The two arrived back late and went straight to bed. The sleeping arraignment was the same as the night prior. Adeline slept soundly in her rocking chair like a child till well into the night. She did not stir until she felt the feeling of a hand gently shaking her. “Adeline! Adeline, wake up!” half-whispered Maria. “Mmgh,” Grunted Adeline, “What! What is the meaning of this.” She barely opened her weary eyes to look. “Up, up! I’ve something to show you.” Maria urged as she took Adeline’s arm and brought her to her feet.

“I am! Where are you taking me!” Adeline spoke with a hint of fear in her voice. “You’ll see, just trust me.” Maria insisted as she led Adeline down the stairs and through the door. The night air was cool and pleasant. The pair walked towards the rocky edge that lead to the sea. “Is it a beached whale?” Asked Adeline with a tinge of hope. “No, no of course not. Who in their right minds would get this excited over a dead whale…” Maria mumbled down to Adeline. “Me!” Adeline protested. “Well, it’s not a dead whale. I would not get up this late to go look at a whale.” Maria grumbled. They rounded the rocky cliff onto shore. “Than what is…it…” Adeline murmured in awe. She laid her eyes on the ocean now with her mouth agape. There, as the sea gently churned, the waves seemed to glow a magnificent blue. It was like nothing Adeline had ever seen before. “What is that… is it an ocean spirit? Is the sea enchanted?”, Adeline questioned Maria In disbelief. “I’m not sure what it is. But, if knowing takes the magic out of it, don’t you suppose it better to be ignorant?” Maria smiled down at Adeline. Adeline returned the smile and approached the water. She gently stuck one of her feet in. As her foot disturbed the water, It glowed an even more brilliant blue.

“My goodness…” muttered Adeline as she waded deeper into the shallow. She beckoned Maria to follow, and she obliged. Maria waded in and watched the water change all sorts of shades of teal. She kicked up a bit of water to watch the glow, but she unintentionally splashed the salty water onto Adeline. She did not get to utter an apology before a torrent of blue water was sent into her face. Adeline let out a giggle at Marias soggy state. Maria did not take this as a defeat, though, and Adeline soon found herself knocked onto her behind and into the water. Maria chuckled and knelt down to Adeline. “I’m sorry, I got a bit carried away.” Said Maria as she tucked Adeline’s wet hair behind her ear. Adeline didn’t respond but gently put her hand over Maria’s. They both watched one another intently. Marias hand slid down to rest against Adeline Cheek and before either of them had known what had happened, soft lips were pressing against each other. The kiss did not last long, Maria was the one to pull away first. “Did… did you mean that?” She asked Adeline in disbelief. Adeline nodded fast and Maria opened her arms and wrapped Adeline in a tight embrace. 3⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄43⁄4 Maria and Adeline spent the rest of their night on the shore in each other’s company. They spoke until the wee hours. Adeline spoke of her past and how being couped up in a lighthouse her whole life led to a lack of friends. Maria was really the first person she had felt

a connection with. Maria also felt Adeline was the first person to really know her, but for a much different reason. Maria talked about how the condition she was born with hindered anyone to be able to look past it. They spoke of joys and sorrows in each others arms until they hadn’t any energy to speak of anything else. Once the women noticed the sun peeking over the horizon, they figured it was well in good time to end their conversation and head back to the light house. Their spirits were high, and their hearts swelled with newfound love. But once they creaked the lighthouse door open, Atlas sat by the fire waiting for them.

#lady maria of the astral clocktower #blood saint adeline #bloodborne #fanfiction #sailorxlighthouse keeper #Lesbians who kiss and smooch #Fluff #Minimal angst #mariadeline #Lady Maria x Blood Saint Adeline

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championrevali · 2 years

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If you haven't read "1500 Miles From The Sun," DO IT honestly one of my favorite books- I could reread it over and over again (as I'm doing currently)

And just LOOK at the cover art im deceased it's too beautiful

#it has a happy ending #very 100/10 #no love triangle which is a plus point for me i cant lie #minimal angst #long distance relationship #lgbtq #lgbtq books #book reccs #gay books

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z-mizcellaneous-z · 1 year

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I read Ch. 6 of Your Hand In My Mine (In Every Universe) and let me just say…

*clears throat*

HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME CRY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT!!!? I DID NOT NEED THAT! I DID NOT NEED TO CRY!

You did your job wonderfully! ❤️ I applaud you! 👏🏼

I can’t wait until the next chapter 😊

HEHEHEHEHEEE >:333

I dunno man, sounds like a mistake on your end to read it in the middle of the night /lh /j

And directing this question to you and anyone else on here who's reading Your Hand In Mine:

Did you highlight?

And if you don't get what I mean, I want you to go back to Chapter Six, start at the funeral scene, and highlight the text :))

#also don't worry it's all gonna be comfort from here on out #minimal angst #you got through the worst of the angst good job #asks #fanfic asks #answered asks #mutuals #moots my beloveds #<33 #mizismiz

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hellertoni · 2 years

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Sequel to "Hunter with a Shotgun" is in the works! Stay tuned. #hunterwithashotgun #thehappyendingtheydeserve #thehappyendingwedeserve #destiel #fixit #fanfiction #domestiel #DeanCas #deanwinchester #castiel #deanwinchesterdeservedbetter #deanwinchesterdeservedhappy #hellertoni

#deancas #destiel #destiel fanfic #supernatural #destiel fix it #supernatural fix it #spoilers supernatural #supernatural fic #season 15 spoilers #castiel #hunter with a Shotgun #sequel #domestiel #minimal angst #fluff #so much fluff #jacks a toddler #bens deans son

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bigassmoonchild · 5 months

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Nothing

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Summary: Simon claims nothing would've taken him away from you, but it's clearly a lie. You feel nothing, nothing at all, until you are filled with the worst pain of your life.

Content Tags: Hurt/Minimal Comfort, Abandonment, Original Characters (no name, no gender, just a person), Pregnancy, Slight shit-talk of Simon, Even more Hurt/Minimal to No Comfort (more tags will spoil this, but if anything is triggering please let me know and I'll add tags), Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha! Ghost, Omega! Reader, No Use of Y/N

A/N: surprise!

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There's nothing. Nothing in your room- yours and Simons- when you return back to it. Rephrasing it a little better, a majority of his stuff is gone when you finally drag yourself back to the room after spending hours crying. Some paperwork between rounds of crying, but mostly crying.

There's nothing there. His scent is slightly fading, but when you look around you can see the drawers of the dresser left open, clothes half dragged out. The closet is left alone, your nest sitting there all pretty and proper. Maybe a few things shifted from pulling something out.

There is nothing of Simon's left in your room and you are panicking. The room is partially destroyed and you are adding to the damage, throwing other drawers open and tossing blankets around, trying to find something to reason through what's happening.

You feel nothing. Sure, you can feel your heart pounding in your chest and your head, you can feel the cold prickle of fear riding through your body but you truly can't feel anything. Your vision is tunneled and suddenly you can't feel anything.

Dropping to your knees, you can feel the hot tears pouring down your face but you can't feel anything. Nothing feels real. You can feel the pup, kicking angrily, but can you really feel it? Sure, the sensation is there but you aren't able to fully process it.

Your vision is blurry and there is really nothing that you can see but your blinking aggressively. The tears are still pouring but they aren't clouding your vision as much when you're blinking, and now you're seeing the little speck of white buried under a few blankets in the nest you'd destroyed.

Struggling up, you stumble to the nest and drop yourself in. There's a paper there, crinkling under your knees before you're pulling it out and looking at it. It's folded and wrinkly, slightly torn in one place but your opening it up and looking at it.

Mission called. I would have come seen you, but it's an emergency. I shouldn't be going, the pups due far too soon but they won't be able to do much without me.

I love you. I truly, truly do. I'm sorry I can't be all that you need, but I will try and be back as quick as possible.

The paper is suddenly in your face, the scent of him is just barely washing over you. It's faint, but it's there and it's all you need. It's there until it isn't, and suddenly you can't smell anything on the paper anymore.

There's nothing left of Simon, and you are sitting in your nest, weeks, maybe a month from giving birth to his pup. Alone. Alpha has left you alone and now you're so, so scared.

But you feel nothing. There is nothing there and you are suddenly back to yourself, staring at the wall. Thoughts aren't processing, it's all empty but there's so much in your head that you are completely unsure of everything.

A knock is what brings you out of your stupor. Your head turns slowly to look at the door, blinking carefully as you stand. One foot in front of the other and now you're opening the door.

John's Omega.

They smile, eyes crinkling just a little from it, but there's worry in their eyes. "Hi, honey," they whisper, pressing you back into your room and closing the door behind them. "John told me they left suddenly, wanted me to check in on you," and they wipe your tears from your cheeks.

You give a weak smile, trying to push out a short thanks but they're pushing you into your nest and you can feel the exhaustion settling over your body. Your eyes are blinking shut, and suddenly there's nothing.

They hadn't seen anything like this in a while. Sure, John had mentioned how destroyed your relationship with Simon was, but seeing how destroyed the room was? It scared them. Horribly.

Maybe Simon was hurting you, but they couldn't really tell. There weren't marks, but you were so destroyed over something like this that they were so, so worried. Had it been emotional abuse this whole time? Simon hadn't ever seen like the type of person to do that, but maybe they'd read him wrong.

Maybe it was all a ruse. Just make him look good until you gave birth and he could kick you to the curb, pull the 'baby trapping' bullshit a lot of other Alphas often did. They hoped, for the sake of John and their relationship, that Simon didn't do that. That he wasn't that type of person because John would be getting hurt if he knew.

They decide to clean up the room. There's clothes hanging out of the dresser drawers, the blankets are tossed from the bed and the blinds are shut tightly. The first thing they do is go to open the blinds, but glance down at you sleeping.

It could wait, so they decided to go on and start cleaning up the clothes laying about. Folding them, figuring out if something was actually dirty and tossing them into the hamper, putting them away.

They drag the hamper to the laundry room, tossing everything in and going back to your room. It looks a little better, it's a little dusty but there's enough stuff there that it would make sense. They could tell what was mostly yours, and what was Simons contributions. Your stuff might not have been overly large or colorful, but just from interacting with you a few times they could sense your style.

It was alright, John wasn't too dissimilar to Simon in that way. He didn't like having things to clutter everything up, he was more of a person that found use in the items he kept around. He didn't want something pretty to look at, or something that just brought happiness.

Christ, you needed all the happiness that these little items could offer. The room was dark and dingy, rather small considering you were a mated pair. Maybe they should mention it to John when he returns.

Get you a better room, especially once the pup is around. But maybe there was an apartment, a home where yourself and Simon lived that held the things you needed. Gave you the room that you would need with a pup.

Everything was cleaned up, all they were waiting for was the laundry to finish. Sitting on the freshly made bed felt wrong, but it was that or the desk.

The desk. It had a paper on it, and they felt bad but they grabbed the paper anyways. And they blinked. And blinked. And blinked once more as they read through it, seeing the bland words and shit handwriting.

Simon was a shell, they decided. A shell of a person, nothing inside of him. Truly, a person who mated an Omega needed to care for them, did they not? That was what they grew up knowing, grew up understanding. There is little else that was needed for a mated pair, other than the love of the other half.

That's what mated pairs were. Two halves of a whole, trying to become closer and, hopefully, become one. Maybe their mating to John was lucky, maybe it was something that very few were lucky to get.

And over the next few days, they had time to investigate a little further. Speaking with you was interesting, something they hadn't had much time to be able to do during the few times they were with you. You're personality was slowly coming through, your humor finally being unveiled.

You cracked little jokes here and there, humoring both them and yourself while sitting in your little office filling out more paperwork. You had to hand off the duties, you'd explained.

"Once I'm out, they don't really have a 'doctor' on duty left," they nodded with your words. "They need me to sign off somebody to have the same abilities I have, someone I trust to be able to run this place in my absence," it was interesting. A job where there wasn't just somebody available to fill your spot in place of emergencies.

How had they been able to fill your role when you'd gotten hurt? John had come home short with everyone and they'd been able to get it out that Simon was sulking about you getting hurt.

Boo-fucking-hoo, they thought. Simon was an adult, and so were you. You could make your own decisions. He seemed more and more like a controlling freak with everything they'd learned.

"I love him so much," you whispered during dinner once.

"Huh?"

"This whole... thing," you started, pushing food around on your plate, "was entirely an accident. I don't know how much Price has told you, but it was a huge accident," they nodded with you. "I was assigned with them on a mission, trying to find an extremely dangerous aphrodisiac. It sounds like one of those weird fanfictions, but I mean it genuinely," they snorted at your comment.

"We all have to enjoy the occasional fanfiction," you laughed, head tossed back and mouth open. A little grunt stopped your laugh, hand clasping over your belly.

Clearing your throat, brows still furrowed, you continued. "It was Soap and Gaz, I think, who were clearing the way. Simon was supposed to guide me, body guard me so I'd be able to get a safe enough sample of it, but shit went downhill. We were getting shot at, Simon took a tranq to the shoulder so I just... jumped into action," your eyes were glazed over with tears, looking off into nowhere.

"Jumped into the hall and got a tranq myself, woke up somewhere hot. Everything was so hot and my mouth tasted sweet. They dosed me and Simon, we'd have died if we didn't fuck. He marked me, and now we're here," you whispered. They looked at you, eyes wide and shock filling their features.

Christ, you really were in a shitty situation. Everything seemed to be getting worse and worse the more they learned. "Are you serious?" You nodded, hand grasping at your stomach once more.

They looked down to your belly. "I'm fine, pups just been moving a lot more," you looked away, eyes once more cast over with a glaze and seemingly just gone from the world.

It was quiet, for some time, and in that moment they wanted nothing more than to beat Johns ass for not telling them the whole truth. Lies are shitty, but half-truths are even worse. For some time after that, when they laid in bed, all they could do was think.

Were you happy? Were you just stuck in a shitty situation that became shittier each day? Maybe it was nothing, but with the way your eyes glazed over when you spoke on stories about Simon, they doubted there was much wrong.

Just two people, stuck in a situation that was made worse and worse but the two of you were trying to make everything better.

It's late, very fucking late and you are exhausted. Laying in bed had been incredibly uncomfortable, but laying in your nest was worse. Your back was spasming, you assumed from bending over to pick something up a few hours ago, but you could feel the pup settling down for what felt like the first time in ages.

The pain from the pup moving was now coated in the general pain of your stomach. You thought everything was just fine, even if you were even more tired and you just wanted to curl up in your nest.

You had a few more things to do before going on maternity leave, and god be damned you were going to get it done. Even if you didn't sleep all night, even if you were in your office at 6 in the morning.

And you were. Signing a few more documents, just confirming everything. The pain wasn't all consuming, but it was getting there. The pup wasn't moving at all, and maybe that should be worrying you. Maybe it was nothing, but the knock on your door brought your attention from staring at the same document you signed some twenty odd minutes ago.

Johns Omega was back, and they were smiling widely at you. Their phone was held to their chest, covering the microphone and shuffling over to you.

Your name came over the speaker, Simon.

"Hi, Si," you whispered, staring down at the phone screen. It was quiet, for some time.

"I don't know when I'll be back," he whispered, gunshots echoing around him. "We've got some leads, but a lot of the people we've got aren't working with us. We're in Mexico, but that's all I can tell you," he whispered.

"Mexico?" He hummed. "Is it someone you're looking for?"

"You know I can't really tell you much more," and you winced, a little groan falling from your lips. "What was that?"

"Nothing, 'm alright," you whispered, eyes falling shut as you rubbed at your belly. "I just miss you," you added.

He hums, a few more gunshots echoing around him. "I miss you too, lovie, but I should be returning within two or three weeks," you made no noise.

"That's about the time I'm due," you whispered and he sighed audibly. The gunshots sounded louder, much closer, and you could feel the hairs on the back of your neck rising. You could feel the innate fear that came with these situations.

"I've got to go. I love you, Omega, through and through," and you returned it, feeling tears pricking at your waterline. Handing the phone back, you winced once more. A little groan fell from your lips, the pain wracking up before slowly drifting off.

John's Omega disappeared, looking at you carefully as they walked out of the office. You needed to get one more document signed, and you could go back to your room and sleep for a week.

The pen felt heavier and your hands felt shakier. The signature was a little off from what you were normally able to do, but if it was what got everything done, you were more than happy.

Dropping the papers into the slots outside of your office, you shut and locked the door. The walk back to your room was horrible, you had to stop every few moments to breathe. Just breathing was a little painful.

You want to crawl into your nest as soon as the door shuts behind you, but the bathroom door that's cracked open calls to you. A hot bath is all you want, and your shed your clothes as you nearly stumble to the tub.

Carefully settling yourself down into the tub, you shift around to get comfortable enough to and plug the drain. The water that starts isn't the warmest, but it seems to quickly heat up.

You aren't entirely sure where the time has gone and suddenly the tub is just a few inches short of the top and you're struggling to turn the water off.

You're in so much pain and all you can do is rock yourself in the water. You can feel your eyes shut tight, the pain just a little bother compared to what you're feeling.

Time is incomprehensible. One moment, you're alone and crying out in pain what feels like every few seconds, and the next you have John's Omega and a few doctors surrounding you.

Things are stuck against you, something is stuffed inside of you and you nearly bite the person.

"...looks good..." you're only grasping little bits and pieces. "...little early... looks safe..." and you can feel a hand slip into yours before your ears are ringing and Christ is that you screaming?

It burns. You can feel your body lunge forward nearly over the side of the tub as you shout, fingers digging into skin and tub. It seems to be lasting forever, but your head is a little fuzzy and all you can see are little dots littering your vision.

There are voices, now, filtering into your mind as the cool of the tiles underneath you bring your focus back. You're still naked, but you can't feel most of the parts under your waist. There's a weight on your chest, and you can hear someone shouting about 'getting that god damned Alpha back now, his pup is here' but your head is a little fuzzy.

With a dry mouth, you lift your head up a little and look down, seeing something laying on your chest before your hands rise and cup it. Oh. The pup.

But you can still feel cramping pains stabbing through your stomach and the pain of your head dropping onto the tile does nothing to you. Your vision is suddenly black, when had your eyes squeezed shut? Your body is cramping down and all you can do is scream.

Once more, your vision is a little hazy but you've been moved again. You can feel soft things underneath you, and when you looked down you've got two pups lying across your chest.

They're wrapped tight in blankets and all you can do is just blink down at them. Little, tiny creatures. Things that were once nothing are now something.

You can faintly feel some stabbing pains in your lower body, but you're blinking blearily at the pups. They're so beautiful, and you think you can feel tears falling from your eyes but there's no way you are moving your arms when they're sleeping so cozily in them.

Suddenly, you can hear Simons voice and it's crackling and breaking but you still feel adrift. Like you're floating, nothing left in your body as you watch from a distance. John's Omega is holding a phone close to you but you're just blinking, maybe you were looking over your own body at one point.

And suddenly the weight over your arms are disappearing and you can feel your mouth pull back in a snarl. The sound comes from low in your chest, something you'd never heard from yourself, and it's what brings you out.

They're standing there, pulling the pup from you. "I'm just going to go clean the pups up, they're still gross from the labor," they whisper and press a hand against you, the phone dropping into your lap.

"Lovie, please, are you there? What's happened?"

"Simon," you giggle, head falling back. "Simon, Simon, Simon," you whisper. "Pretty name, what should we name them?" He's whispering something, maybe actually saying something but the pup is wailing suddenly and your first instinct is to press them against your breast.

There's more voices coming from the phone but the wailing is no longer there, and you can faintly feel the pup latch. "What's happened? Is that a pup? Please, lovie, did you have the pup?"

You giggled again. "Had two of them, popped them both out but I don't remember it. Can't feel half my body, lil things are feisty," and you can hear a few other voices from Simons end of the phone.

"Two?" You can almost hear a whine in his voice, some more jeering from the background but suddenly John's Omega is there and you have no idea how long it's even been until they're pulling the pup from your chest and plop the one they'd been cleaning onto the other breast.

It feels like hours before you finally have both pups back on you, watching as they sleep quietly. You'd love to sleep like a baby. Just like them. Not a care in the world, but Simons talking again and you can't really understand what he's saying for a few moments.

Things seems to come back to you, feeling the other Omega curl up beside you in your nest. "What're their names?" You shrug, looking down at the pretty little pups.

"I dunno," and you're giggling again. Whatever the hell they gave you, it was amazing. It's quiet for some time, you're just watching the pups. Maybe it was only a few minutes, maybe it was a few hours, but you can slowly feel yourself coming back. It is a slow realization, and you can feel the tears filling your eyes. "You weren't here," you whispered, and now there's another whine coming from him.

"I'm so sorry," he whispers. "There's nothing I wouldn't do to be there with you, but I can't," and you can almost hear a sob or two come from him but you're trying not to wake the pups.

Nothing. You almost feel nothing, but there's the little prickle of love filling you as one of the pups shift in your hold and you're brought back to the present. With your little family. Alone.

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✿ 亼 seonghwa lockscreen !

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sootical · 5 months

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Permanence

->Wilbur Soot x Reader (hinted but never explicitly stated) ->No use of Y/n ->I tried to be as gender neutral as possible.

*Hurt, minimal comfort, hopeful ending TW: Su*cidal ideation, Self destructive thoughts and actions, SH mentions/references, depression, lots and lots of depression. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK Summary: You are stuck in a multi-month long depressive episode, and it's gotten so much worse. You're on your last leg, and you need someone to help you. Good thing best friend(?) Wilbur and his band are there to help :] Word Count - 2.4k

Wilbur Soot. Twitch streamer turned famous musician, heartthrob—you get it. He’s everything anyone could want in a partner. Trust me, I would know. He’s been my best friend since form. And since then, he’s only ever been kind and considerate and just overall an amazing person. What a guy right? With his stupid brown hair that covers one of his eyes when it’s outgrown. Stupid brown eyes that have just the right amount of dark and light brown in them. It’s stupid of me really, to ever hope for a future with him that involves us being more than friends. I can only hope though, right? He’s up there, in the states, singing his heart out on a stage. While I’m stuck, on the other side of paradise–more like purgatory–lamenting on how many people adore him. I’m feeling sorry for myself, rotting away in bed at 2 in the morning. It’s not like I have to work in three hours–whaaaat nooooo… A knot develops in my stomach at the mere thought of leaving my bed. Maybe losing my job isn’t so bad. Wilbur has told me time and time again he’d pay me to edit for him. But I could never make him do that. Never would I take advantage of him like that. I’d feel like more of a burden than I already do. The thought of him having to support me financially makes me want to vomit. It makes my skin crawl, so it’s okay if I waste away. If I end up rotting away in my bed. It’s fine. At least then I wouldn’t be able to consume too much of Wilbur’s time. Taking up too much of his time has always been my biggest fear. To me, it came true a long time ago and I’m finally reaping what I sowed. It sucks really, how I thought I'd have a shot. Just for it all to blow up in my face. Now he’s somewhere in America–having the time of his life. Good for him. Bad for me.

Reaching over, I grab my phone. My coworkers probably hate me. I keep asking them to cover my shifts so I can rot in bed for another day. It’s been like this since–September? It started off just once every few weeks. Now, it being almost December, I’ve not gone to work in over two weeks. What’s the point anymore anyways? I can’t do this. I can’t do anything. Deep down, when I started doing things for myself–I knew I wouldn’t be able to do this. That was two years ago. I guess I’m finally breaking.

Pulling the duvet over my head, I try not to think about how my breath smells, and the uncomfortable way the oil sticks to my face. I shove my head into the pillow. Trying to block out the sounds of people existing below my apartment. It’s so much easier to rot away when people don’t rely on you. When you have no reason for existence. I don’t want to die. But at the same time I don’t want to live. I’m too much of a coward to do anything about it, so I lay and wait. I wait for some omnipotent being to strike me down and judge me for how I’ve managed to mess up any and all relationships I’ve ever had with anyone. Me and Nikki haven’t spoken in almost a year. Me and Wilbur haven’t even seen each other in months My family doesn’t talk to me.

I wish I could say “The world is fucked and everyone hates me.” But that’s not the truth. The truth is I am my own undoing. I have destroyed everything I’ve worked for. Any relationships–platonic and romantic–have fallen through because of my own emotions and insecurities getting in the way. It’s not fair for anyone. Well, anyone except for me. I brought this upon myself. My phone is the only thing lighting up my face. I looked at the time. Suddenly it’s six in the morning, and I’m late for work. The thought makes me want to cry, but I can’t. I can’t tell if it’s apathy—or dehydration.

I call my boss. She answers. “Where are you?! I haven’t seen you in weeks! I’m worried about you hun, do you need me to call someone?” She opens, sounding both relieved and shocked I even called. I clear my throat the best I can, swallowing saliva feels like eating sandpaper. “I uh..I was calling to let you know I won’t be coming back. I’m quitting. And I’m sorry for not putting in my two weeks. It’s not–” Something foreign is bubbling up in my throat, I force myself to swallow it down. “-It’s not fair to you. And I’m sorry.” I whisper, hanging up shortly after.

I feel terrible for worrying her. I feel terrible for upsetting her. I feel terrible. I am terrible. I’m a parasite. I always have been. Mooching off of others in order to help myself get by. My thoughts fall back to Wilbur. I’ve been mooching off of him for however long we’ve been friends. I want him to be happy. I don’t want him to feel like he needs to be my friend to keep me alive. But at the same time–I can’t do this anymore. I can’t look myself in the mirror and tell myself it’s me. I can’t. I’m not the person I thought I’d become. I’m not the person I thought I was. I’m useless. My phone rings again. I go to decline it, I can’t.

Wilbur’s face greets me. His contact photo, the two of us at the amusement park I helped them film for Tommy’s vlog channel. We’re smiling. His arm over my shoulder, and my head on his arm. I remember that day. Wilbur held me for a bit while Tommy and Phil were off filming a different part of the vlog with Russ. I was overwhelmed and so was he, so we took the time to chill by the snack stands. He got tommy cotton candy, and we split popcorn even though he couldn’t really taste it. We spent a good time just taking funny pictures with each other. I remember that day, it was a great one.

Tears breach my eyes before I can stop them. A sob ripping through me, I force my face into the pillow to muffle it. The ringing stops. My tears don’t, and that makes me feel so much worse. My chest convulses as my sobs reverberate through the room. I’m a mess. I’m laying in my bed, rotting. Wasting away and feeling sorry for myself. Everything is terrifying, every breath I take reminds me of how I’m alive. Reminds me of how I can’t escape the feeling of impending doom that washes over me. I’m going to die here. I’m going to die. I was never permanent.

I knew I couldn’t do this. I’ve been lying to myself, little lies, white lies. To convince myself everything was okay. That it was fine for me to fall in love, it was fine for me to believe I wasn’t just taking up space. That I wasn’t slowly getting tired.

Contemplating whether or not cut myself some slack–but ending up just cutting myself loose. I lift the duvet from my head, staring at the ceiling. My eyes flick to the ground, clothes and food everywhere. Some of it’s moldy. It makes me feel worse about myself. Turning my head, I look to my PC. I should sell it. Someone else would be much happier with it. I haven’t used it in a while anyways. I can’t take care of any of the stuff I have can I?

My phone rings again, this time I do answer.

“Oh my god–” I hear multiple people take a sharp breath in. I can’t stop myself from making a small noise of confusion. “Hey..Your boss–called us.” I recognize the voice to be Joe. I lift the phone, checking the caller ID. It was Wilbur again. “Wil—?” It hurts so bad to talk, I haven’t used my voice this much since the end of October. I hear a choked noise and whispers. “We’re gonna—come over there okay? The tour ended last night, no gigs for a while. Wil’s been missing you y’know.” I can’t tell who said that, “I–no. Sorry.” I don’t know why I said that. I don’t know why I hung up either.

Maybe deep down I did want them to help, I do want their help. But logically–It’s for the best.

I swing my legs over the side of my bed, cringing at how my clothes hang off of me. My back hurts something awful. I’m so tired.

Yet I stand on two feet and walk to my bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror, I don’t recognize them. My hair–too long and too oily for it to be mine. My skin is pale and the bags under my eyes are so dark they could rival a racoon.

It’s then that my legs decide to give out. I can feel my knees split as I hit the tile. I’m so tired. I look down at the sweater I’m wearing. It’s one of Wil’s. I can’t remember when I put it on. I can’t remember a lot of things recently. Like when this got so bad. Or when my arms started to sting. My eyes are heavy, I can barely keep them open. Maybe a nap wouldn’t be so bad.

When I wake up it’s to voices around me. I’m laying on something warm–It’s moving. I can’t find it in myself to open my eyes. My breathing picks up, and I hear an intake of air accompanied by a hand on my forehead. My eyes are shooting open in fear before I’m trembling. He’s above me, looking down at me like I could break.

I look around, there's two other people. I can barely make them out. Joe and Ash. It’s hard to think. It’s so hard to think.

“There you are..” Wilbur whispers, his pointer finger gently stroking my cheekbone. “What happened to you love?” I can’t tell if it’s his tone, or the fact he looks so broken. But I can’t stop my eyes from watering and my body from turning into him, hiding myself away. Embarrassment filled me, they’d seen it all. The moldy food, the dirty clothes. They probably saw the abundance of mail I'd gotten as well. People are walking out the room. Not Wilbur, he stays. He stays and makes me look at him. “Here’s what’s gonna happen, I’m gonna help you shower, and they’re going to clean and get you food. Okay?” My eyes widened. I shake my head so quickly it hurts. His face falls, he looks down at what I’m wearing. His face falls even more. “Love…” He whispers. “I don’t–I can’t. Don’t make me.” I whisper. Wilbur wipes away my tears and shakes his head. “No. You’re going to get clean, eat, and then you will sleep for however long you need to.” He lifts me like I’m nothing.

He sets me on the toilet, turning to the tub and turning on the faucet. He waits for it to get warm before he’s plugging the drain and helping me get undressed. He brushes the hair from my face, he frowns at the sight of the back of my head. He looks down at my arms before I can see him clenching his jaw. “We’ll work on the matts too.” He picks me up again, placing me in the tub and going to shut the door. He grabs a towel from the cabinet, as well as a washcloth. He swipes the comb from the counter.

“I’m sorry.” I can’t help but whisper. He sighs. “I know. But it’s alright. We were worried about you.” Was all he said before he’s dousing my hair in water. He keeps a hand on my forehead, stopping the water from getting into my eyes. And with that, he applies conditioner and starts to de-matt my hair. An hour and countless tub refills later, my hair is de-matted and I’m clean. Feeling slightly better too. Wilbur gave me the crewneck he was wearing for comfort, before planting a kiss on my forehead and leaving the room to grab other clothes. The sounds from the outside are a lot less foggy now. I can hear the boys outside bickering and talking. “Are they okay Wil?” “What happened?” “From your face, I can tell it wasn’t good.”

I can’t help but stand weakly, the towel wrapped around me. I look in the mirror. I look a little more like myself. I touch my face, I look pale. I am pale. My hair is a bit longer now. I don’t smell bad anymore. I do feel better, but I can’t help but think I’m making Wilbur do this.

Wilbur reappears, he looks at me and smiles. He hands me the clothing he picked out before leaving the room once again, though he stands just outside the door.

I dress quickly. Slipping on Wilbur’s crewneck once I have my shirt on. I walk out, giving Wilbur a small smile. “You uh–You didn’t have to do this.” He takes my hand and leads me through my now clean apartment. “I did. Because if I didn’t–If we didn’t, you’d be dead right now, or you’d have killed yourself soon.” He says, sitting me down at the table that’s been cleared off. “Now, be honest. When is the last time you remember eating something?” He asks.

My face drops. That’s the thing–I can’t. “Uh–Tuesday?” I say, like I even know what day it is, his face falls. “It’s Friday.” He deadpans before going into the kitchen, he comes back with Ash, Mark, and Joe. They each have both in their hands. Wilbur has two.

“It’s just soup. Easy on the stomach.” Joe pipes up before sitting on my right, Wilbur sits on my left, and Ash and Mark sit across from me. “We don’t need to talk about things right now, no one is going to make you. But you need to talk to someone soon. Maybe not us, but someone.” Wilbur said, putting his hand on my knee. “Yeah. I think I can do that.” They smile, I eat my soup, and for the first time since September–I feel permanent.

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Riot Kings, page 173

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#i wanted to make the planets more colorful but at the same time they're supposed to be like... habitable #also trying very minimal line weight 🤔 not sure if i like it more than the usual or not #riotkings #173 #whump comic #angst #mercury stopping by a planetarium for a photoshoot like

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cw hallucinations, brief description of violent imagery (torture)

They’re investigating a ruined dungeon when it happens.

The crew was separated after they came across some lone pirate who claimed to be an archaeologist, much to Robin’s amusement. He was trying to dig up some sort of relic that makes everyone who disturbed it “go mad,” supposedly. Though, the more they talked to him, it was clear that he was messing with things out of his depth, the surrounding ruins leaking with something sinister. And as the crazed man struck the wall with his pickaxe, the ground crumbled beneath them and swallowed them whole.

Which is how every Straw Hat found themselves stranded in a labyrinthian ruin.

Zoro’s not afraid, because he knows he can keep his senses about him.

More so than usual, the place is a goddamn maze and Zoro keeps hearing little sounds like the shift of blowing sand and water dripping somewhere that he can’t pinpoint. But no matter how loud he yells, he doesn’t hear a single one of his crewmates call back. He considered just smashing through the walls, but he recalls Robin emphasizing the flimsy structural integrity; one load-bearing wall could bury everyone, and Zoro doesn’t feel like digging that much.

So he stomps aimlessly through the quiet rubble, ducking through worn stone arches, listening for anything, any familiar voice that could lead him out.

“Help…”

Zoro freezes in his tracks. That was. A voice.

“H-Help…!”

Zoro clenches his jaw. He knew that voice. But at the same time he didn’t. That was the stupid cook’s voice. But it didn’t sound right.

It wasn’t right.

“S-somebody… please… I ca-can’t—”

Zoro starts to walk again. That couldn’t be the cook. It sounded exactly like him. No way was he mistaking that grating voice for someone else, it could only be him. But it didn’t sound any way the cook sounded like before. It must be a trick.

“An-Anyone… I’ll even take… th-the moss head at this point, haha…”

A pained gasp reverberates against the pathways, choking on something, and Zoro realizes he’s been holding his breath. It was a trap, that sounded like Curly, but it wasn’t. When the cook was down in a fight, he was either gritting his teeth to get back up, or he was out cold. He might yell out for backup if he was still standing and conscious, or grumble towards some unspoken agreement if he was back-to-back against Zoro. If he were really backed into a corner, maybe he’d scream angrily.

“Stupid… marimo…”

Zoro steps on something. A cigarette butt, he thinks. He doesn’t pause to check.

But the cook never begged for help. Never sounded so defeated and helpless, the calls Zoro heard just faint whispers against stone. This had to be an illusion, concocted by some sick bastard cloying through his mind for something that would distract him. An odd choice, surely one he’ll laugh about later to his crew once they find each other. He’ll laugh and tease the cook about begging him for help, another point for Zoro in their never-ending games.

“Z-Zoro…”

Except that Zoro can’t laugh right now. He has felt terrible agony. Imagined terrible scenarios. Yet he couldn’t fathom how a sound could fill him with such despair until right this very moment.

“Zoro..! Help, Zoro…!!”

A sob echoes through the halls and Zoro is running.

Something pulls at him, leading him where he needs to be, his feet carrying him so fast that his shoulders are checking chunks of stone out of entryways, and he can’t remember what Robin said about the structure of this place because his voice is calling to Zoro for help and Zoro needs it to stop.

In his mind flashes the scene of a bloodied cook being tortured, with blades stuck through his hands to keep him against the floor, with his legs snapped and sprawled beneath him, his spirit broken and begging for it to end, and Zoro knows this can’t be true, it’s all made up because Sanji is razor-sharp steel just like him, and there’s no way that could happen to him, he couldn’t let that happen to him, and as Zoro climbs steps towards a room with a light, he’s still holding his breath—

“MOSSHEAD, STOP!!!”

Fingernails dig into his arm as he’s pulled back, his leg hovering just shy of the last step.

He breathes. The fog clears. He stares at the ground in front of him. The stairwell he climbed dropped off into a deep, dark pit, several stories of floor having collapsed a long time ago. The light he saw earlier was gone, the echoing voice quieted, and Zoro blinks away the memories as best he can. It takes a few moments to will himself to turn back to the hand on his bicep.

It’s Sanji.

It’s the cook. A little banged up, but no more than usual. He’s alive. He’s fine. And he’s staring at Zoro like he does when he’s half-dead in the infirmary.

“Idiot, you nearly fell to your early demise!!” He yells, finally releasing his grip on Zoro’s arm. He doesn’t mention how the cook was holding it so hard, there were red indents. “Even you couldn’t survive that fall, and I’m sure there are spikes at the bottom of that chasm! There’s some freaky shit going on in this place but I’ve found Chopper and—“

Zoro’s only half listening. It wasn’t real. He knows it wasn’t real. Knew it wasn’t. He was hearing things. He was right, it was a trick. He’s still gasping for air. And as Sanji opens his mouth to shoot a jab at him, he stops.

Zoro belatedly realizes that he grabbed Sanji’s hand at some point, thumb pressed into the palm like he’s searching for some give in his skin. A scar or wound that should be there, but isn’t. He waits for a kick that doesn’t come, his breath still uneven, and oh how he hates that. Hates his body losing control. He tries to take deep breaths, Sanji’s hand an anchor. And when he refocuses on Sanji’s face, it’s softened, brow furrowed in concern, not confusion.

He understood, somehow.

Zoro doesn’t let his grip up. Sanji doesn’t make him let go.

They don’t say anything as they start walking back together, their crewmates clearly unnerved by the sight when they reunite without a fight.

It’s only when they’re back on the Sunny, smoking and drinking by the railing under nightfall, that either of them speaks.

“What did you hear?” Sanji whispers, so quiet that Zoro nearly missed it. He could ignore it if he so chose, and the cook is fully aware.

Instead, he looks ahead, biting the inside of his cheek before replying. “What did you?”

He’s ready to be hit with a retort about dodging the question, but that doesn’t come either. The tension makes Zoro wish that Sanji would just hit him with a kick or a verbal jab. But instead, a sidelong glance spots Sanji twisting his cigarette in his mouth, thinking. Slowly, like trying not to spook a wild animal, he reached out to grab Zoro’s bicep, in nearly the exact same place he grabbed last time.

“Help.“

Zoro’s eye widens, Sanji slowly turning to meet his gaze.

“You were calling… for help.” He says, trying to keep his face level even as his voice cracks.

And Zoro wants to look away, to make a joke, throw a tease, say something, ANYTHING, to make the memories go away, to force himself to forget knowing exactly what Sanji heard, to chuck them out like a bottle to sea, to be found any other day than today.

But instead he nods, a mournful grimace creeping on his face.

“Yeah,” Zoro whispers, the quiet night stretching between them. The only sounds to be heard are the gentle shifts of Zoro’s hand over the cook’s, and the drip of Sanji’s tears against the Sunny railing.

#zosan #sanji #zoro #fanfic #some angst + hurt/comfort #the comfort is minimal tho it's a lot of angst #I dunno if I'll throw this on ao3 but #I wrote it up in a night and thought it was complete enough to post #just a little something

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