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wistfulenchantress · 1 day ago

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Ok this is already published on ao3 bc all my wips are for byler week rn

i forget what the ao3 title is and i can't check bc ao3 is down which is the whole point. so here you go. it's a vecna fic with a fluffy ending.

it really isnt that good but its something. (@krakoansam idk if youll get a notif)

“Mike,” Will whispers, slowly, “Please just go.”

Mike takes another step forward. “Look me in the eye and say that,” he says, not unkindly.

Will doesn't turn. “Don't make this harder,” he says through gritted teeth, still speaking slowly in a way that makes Mike want to scream.

Mike curls his hands into fists, and then delicately uncurls them. “How much harder could it possibly get, Will? I can't just walk away from this. From us.” The emphasis stings on his own tongue.

“But what are we, Mike?” Will shouts, turning around with a sudden anger. Mike is almost knocked back a step, and he flinches.

“I don’t know,” he admits honestly.

And he doesn't. He doesn't know what they are as Will looks at him as if he were just a stranger. But he knows what Will is, even as he turns and walks away. Will is sunshine and everything right in the world. In Mike’s world, at least.

They're a mess, of course they are. Mike loves Will so hard, and it's a disaster.

But they aren't everything that they are in his head. Not lovers, barely friends. Not strangers, never for him.

But they're different. They aren't who they were when Mike met him, or when he came home, or when they decided to be ‘crazy together’ and evidently both went crazy alone.

He's so sorry. Maybe that's what he should have said.

Something in Mike shifts. That's what he should have said.

He runs after Will into the woods.

“Wait!” he calls. “Will, wait!”

He runs into a clearing he doesn’t recognize. He looks up, and sees him. Every bone in his body freezes at once, sheer terror and adrenaline coursing through his cold veins.

“Will…” Mike whispers, in shock. He tires to run, but he can’t move. Will’s body turns towards him in the air, while he strains against his invisible binds.

Will’s eyes are shut, and his limbs are twisting slowly out of place, every sickening crack echoing through Mike’s mind as he tries to shriek I love you and I’m sorry and Will.

He pushes and pushes, managing an audible grunt as he forces his hand slightly forward.

And then everything starts moving again.

“Will!” Mike shrieks, running toward the boy’s limp frame as it falls. It turns out that when you've been frozen by Vecna and made incapable of helping Will, your legs don't just start working again. He falls to the ground, and scrambles back up. His knees buckle, and Will hits the ground with a sickening thump.

Mike manages to crawl over to him.

“Will,” he asks weakly. “Will, can you hear me?”

Will’s eyes are closed, but his chest is rising and falling.

“Will, please wake up,” he whimpers like a child, pressing his head into Will’s barely moving chest. “I need you. I’m so sorry.”

His heartbeat. It’s so faint you can barely hear it at all, as if Will were-

The body jerks suddenly, and Mike sits up, brushing his hair out of his face and staring. His whole body goes cold as he looks into Will’s eyes. That’s not Will.

“Get out of him,” he says, sounding remarkably calm and in control. But Vecna knows better.

“Oh, Mike, what do you mean?” he replies, in Will’s voice, as if he were confused. His smile is unconvincing, and wrong in so many ways. Mike could vomit. “It's just me, your best friend, Will. Right? Aren't we best friends? We’re such good friends, we have been for so long.” Mike’s chest is tight. “Oh, Dear Will.”

It is almost comforting to hear the cold calculation take over at the end, everything Will could never be. But, he stares at Mike knowingly as he says the last two words, and Mike thinks of the letters shoved in the back of his bottom left dresser drawer. He banishes them, staggering to his feet, and stepping backwards slowly. Maybe he can find El, or Joyce. One of them can get Will back.

“Get out of him,” he repeats.

“Oh, I was never your friend, Micheal. Don’t you see where we are?”

Mike looks around him, trying to get a better sense of this situation. Panic crawls up his spine. When will somebody notice they are gone? He can’t leave Will like this.

“What?” he manages, swallowing.

“Now now, Micheal. I am not going to kill you yet. I need to make it hurt.”

Instead of running, Mike juts out his chin defiantly. He tries to stand up. Maybe he can distract him, and he won’t go for Will or anyone else.

“You thought of Will first,” Not-Will tells him.

“What?” Can he hear me…

“I see everything,” he answers. There is a paise. “I see even the things you don't want me to see. Even the things you don’t want to see.”

“I… I don’t know what you mean.” Mike looks around desperately for help.

“Tell me about you and I. You and William.” Not-Will sneers at him.

Mike swallows. “We’re friends. That won't change.”

“Maybe not.” Not-Will examines his nails. “But you want it to.”

“What?”

Not-Will throws his head back and laughs. It's not a Will laugh, not what it usually is. It's cold and calculated. No warmth or sun involved.

“Oh, Micheal,” he drawls. “There are no lies here! You can't hide it from yourself. Or from him, for much longer. It all comes bubbling up.”

Mike stumbles away. “Where is Will?”

“I never had him. Do you still not know where we are?”

Mike looks around the clearing in the woods, and the scene starts to shift. He stumbles back, crying out as his back strikes a pole of the swingset. He turns in shock as he sees himself, only a kindergartner, walking up to Will, the real Will, even if just a memory.

“Yes,” memory-Will says, smiling at him. Will’s smile. Not-Will’s twisted laugh fills the poisoned air, and Mike wants to grab his younger self and memory-Will and run forever. But he can’t.

The scene shifts. A barely older Mike wipes away his tears as he rides his bike home, haunted by the sight of the body in the lake. Mike still feels that.

More scene changes. Mike walks to the edge of the cliff, and jumps. Scenes of hospitals, Will, and El. Other people talking about Mike and El, and dances. “Crazy together,” and “It was the best thing I've ever done,” and “It's not my fault you don't like girls,” and “I love her,” and “I care for you,” and “It's Hawkins. It's not the same without you.”

Love, Mike, he sees himself read under the one letter that wasn't supposed to say that.

The world around him shifts back to the clearing. Vecna is himself now, not pretending anymore.

“So, what have you learned?”

Mike glares, not saying anything. Vecna looks down at him.

“Silence speaks volumes, Mr. Wheeler.”

“What did you do to Will?”

“I'd worry more about what's happened to you.”

“Is Will okay?”

Vecna sighs. “You are insufferable.” But then he freezes, turning.

“Mike!” Will exclaims from somewhere else. Mike startles, looking around. “Mike, can you hear me? Er, uh, if you can, then…Well… What do I say?”

“The truth,” El grunts, her voice echoing, her teeth gritted with struggle. Mike recalls suddenly that they were in the Upside Down. And Will is with her. Is he safe?

“What?” Will asks, and Mike almost feels like an eavesdropper.

“You know what I mean, and we don’t have time!” She shrieks with effort, and Mike’s heart goes out to his friend.

He hopes Will says whatever El means, although he isn’t sure what it is. Anything coming from Will is better than everything else. It sinks in slowly that he might be about to die. He only hopes that he gets a chance to say some things, and that Will doesn’t leave. But he doesn’t deserve that. He knows in his core that he doesn’t deserve it.

And yet.

Yet.

“I have to go find Henry. Talk to him, for once in both your lives.” The ferocity in El’s voice catches Mike off guard. She couldn’t know that-

“Mike.” Will says. Mike forces his mind to shut up.

“El says you can hear me, so here it is. I’m sorry about the fight we had, and about all the fights.”

No. I am.

“I’m sorry that I lied about the painting. I know what you said, and what you think, but… it wasn’t all bullshit. I just, it was me, Mike!”

Mike thinks that his heart might have just stopped for completely unrelated reasons to his current situation. What?

“It was all me. And I know that is probably the wrong thing to say, but El told me… It doesn’t matter. I meant it, just… I didn’t say that. I’m sorry. It’s a stupid thing..”

It’s not stupid.

“I love you, Mike Wheeler.”

You do? It’s probably a dumb thing to think, and Mike is glad Will can’t hear everything he has to say. Although, suddenly panic comes in that Mike never be able to say it back.

“I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember. And I’m sorry, but… well.”

Never apologize again.

“I need you to be okay.:

Mike looks around. He can hear Will crying, and he can’t take it anymore. Vecna has disappeared.

“I need you to get out of there. Uh, I… I need you.”

Mike finds a gap in the trees.

“I really need you,” Will says. His voice cracks. “You have to come back.”

Mike starts running.

“Mike, please,” Will’s voice echoes.

“Will!” Mike manages, continuing to run.

There is a scream. “Mike!”

He ignores it, not wanting to think about his physical body. He keeps running, and running.

He sees something bright and red.

Will is crying.

I have to get back to him.

Mike’s eyes are shut.. Everything hurts. He is lying down, and the air smells like the Upside Down. “Will?”

“Mike.” It sounds like a sob, relief and fear simultaneously laced into every inch of his name. Will always had a way with saying his name.

“Will. I… where are you?” Mike tries to move, but he can’t.

He hears Will kneel by his head, and manages to find his hand. He squeezes it, and he realizes his hands are slick with blood.

“Please,” Mike clings to him. “I don’t want to be alone.”

Will seems uneasy as he lifts Mike into his lap, allowing his head in the crook of Will’s elbow. Mike knows he is asking for too much, but he might be about to die.

“Shit, Mike. You’re bleeding.”

“You’re pretty,” Mike replies. The Upside Down is turning upside down.

“Mike, I have to get pressure on the wound. I’m going to lift you up, okay?”

He starts wrapping his own shirt, no longer on his body Mike notices, around Mike’s torso. The look in his eyes brings him back to reality.

“Will. I… I need you to listen to me carefully.”

Mike winces as he tries to lift himself up further, and Will is essentially cradling him now, the shirt tied off.

It reminds him in a twisted way of Will from the vision, but he pushes the thought aside.

This is real, or it might be, and he has to find out.

“Were you talking to me? When I was, y’know…”

Will swallows. “Yeah.”

“Did you say… I just, I don’t know what was real. Can you say it all again… quickly? I can’t… I can’t…”

He shuts up, feeling tears start to sneak their way out of his closed eyes.

“Mike, I…”

He tries to open them, and cries out as another stab of pain. “Will! Please. Just, say it again.” He tries to get his eyes to adjust, he wants to watch Will say it. One way or another, however fake it was.

“Well, I’m told you that I’m really sorry for…”

“No, stop.” Mike stops him. He can see him now, and his lower lip is quivering. “Don’t apologize again. That’s silly, and you don’t need to, and there’s no time.” His eyes are closing again, and he grits his teeth. Wow, he did not remember this level of pain when he broke his arm in the second grade.

Funny that Will was there, too.

A lot of things are funny.

“Mike, you’re going to be okay.”

Mike tries to smile, and can’t tell if it works. “I love you, Will,” he says. Everything is on the line either way. “I don’t know if that’s what you said, or, whatever. But I can’t go through all of this without you knowing how much I love you. And it’s,” he lets out a sharp laugh, “so much.”

“Mike, I…”

“And if it was something my possessed mind imagined that you said it, too,” Mike is vaguely aware that he is rambling, “then please forget it and don’t think poorly of me. But I can’t…” die. Mike swallows. “Without you knowing that. Even though you don’t-” He really is in pain now.

“I love you.”

“You do?”

Mike would kick himself, if he could manage it. Both times. Really.

“I do. I love you, Mike Wheeler.”

“And I love you, Will Byerss.” Mike’s voice is starting to slur. He feels dizzy. Will startles, and moves. Mike’s head almost hits the ground, but his Will catches it.

“Mike, the shirt isn’t stopping the bleeding. I don’t know what I can…” He is clearly distraught. He’s worried about Mike.

Mike lets out a laugh, and then winces. His Will- that is a change he didn’t notice come on- is sad. “Nooo,” he says. “Don’t be sad. We’re in love.”

“Yeah. Yeah, we are,” Will replies sadly. He is gripping Mike’s hand, and that is a lot of blood Mike can feel. Is all of that his? Or are they near a lake?

Or both?

He isn’t really sure where they are. Not in the real world.

“Help!” Will shouts. “Someone help!” Mike starts to close his eyes again. “Mike, stay awake,” Will instructs urgently.

“I don’t need to,” Mike scoffs. But he opens his eyes again. Will is looking at him, and beyond the worry in his eyes is love.

Mike could die happy.

“How bad is it?” He asks, because, scratch what he just thought. No, for once in his life, no part of Mike wants to die. He wants to live to kiss Will over and over and over, and to go on dinner dates, and to get married. He wants to spend his life with this boy and he’ll be damned if this is all that is.

Maybe he is damned. That’s what his father would say.

Fuck his father, Mike reflects. “Fuck you, dad,” he murmurs. It’s getting darker. His eyes are closing again.

“Mike, no! Stay awake, Mike. Stay with me. You can’t die now.”

“I don’t want to die,” Mike whispers, as if it were a kindergarten secret. His eyes are closed now. “I used to. But now I don’t.”

“That’s good, Mike,” Will chokes. His voice is so far away. “So stay with me, yeah? Help must be coming soon.”

“Mmkay. I love you,” Mike’s voice trails off.

“I know, Mike.” Will is fully crying now. “I love you, too. Forever.”

“Forever,” Mike echoes. His voice is barely a whisper now, and the world is so far away.

“Fuck, Mike, no. No! You can’t leave me now. Mike!”

“Mmm sorry,” Mike manages to murmur. Then even Will’s screams fade away.

Mike is floating. Or, falling. Drowning, maybe. All of them?

“Mike, hold on. Just hold on a little longer.”

That was his Will. Apparently that stuck around. I can never tell him.

Are those sirens? How can he be sure. He drifts back into nothingness.

“C’mon, Mike. Stay with us.” Dustin?

“We need you.” Lucas?

Mike doesn’t open his eyes. There is a repetitive beeping sound. He is lying down, and it is bright.

“Can he hear us?” Dustin asks.

“How should I know?” Max replies drily.

“Well, could you hear us?” Lucas asks.

“No, but I was in a coma. He’s just asleep, or dead.”

“God, Max, don’t say that.”

“Sorry, Byers. But what goes around comes around! Lord knows he’s seen you here a bunch of times. Look at the heart monitor or something.”

“Geez.” Lucas murmurs.

“It’s true, isn’t it?” Max argues. “He told me about it.”

“He did?”

“Don’t act surprised. The hold you have over him, Will.”

“Huh.”

“Is he awake?” El asks.

“Not yet,” Max replies. “How are you feeling?”

“Alright. My powers are worn out.”

“Here, come sit. Move, Lucas.”

“Okay. But only because she saved the world,” Lucas humphs.

“What else is new?” Max counters.

She and El laugh.

“Are you seriously giggling right now? Nobody did this when it was Max in the coma,” Dustin points out.

“Oh, my lord, Dustin, it’s not a coma! May I remind you that I was brain dead?”

“Was?” Lucas smirks.

“Oh, you did not just do that.”

“Please wake up, Mike. They won’t shut up,” Steve implores.

“Shut up, Steve!”

Mike can’t help but chuckle at the group exclamation.

“Mike?” Will exclaims. “Are you there?”

“Up and at ‘em,” Mike croaks, trying to open his eyes. Were eyelashes always this heavy?

“He lives!” Max exclaims.

“Mike!” Will jumps off his perch on the window pane, and is at Mike’s side.

Mike is struck suddenly by the urge to seem cool. “Hey,” he says.

“How are you feeling?” Steve asks, standing in the doorway.

“Never better,” Mike replies, smiling. Steve nods, reassured by Mike’s surviving ability to be sarcastic.

“Nancy is getting food for the group,” Steve explains, and Mike hadn’t even thought of Nancy but a pang in his chest is relieved when Robin speaks up.

“I’ll find her,” she volunteers, hurrying out the door. Dustin steals her chair next to Max, on the other side from El, and Lucas groans, now alone on the floor.

“Karma.” Dustin grins cheekily.

Mike sighs, welcoming the old banter back into the world.

“Is he dead?” He asks.

El nods, walking over to him. “I killed him.”

“We all helped!” Dustin exclaims, before crying out in pain. Mike assumes (correctly) that Max hit him, and chuckles.

The world is starting to turn right again.

“Oh, god, Mike!” Nancy cries, running suddenly through the door to him. He wraps an arm around her as she essentially crushes him. He doesn’t care. “I was so worried. Never go anywhere again. Mom and Holly are at home, but they were terrified as well. Dad, too, but.. Y’know. I’m so glad you’re awake.”

Mike can’t even try not to smile as she practically strangles his head off.

“Love you, too.”

She lets him go, brushing herself off.

“So we’re giving hugs, now?” Dustin asks, perking up.

Mike pretends to sigh, and nods. Dustin, Lucas, El, Max, even Steve and Robin hug him.

He looks at Will, who blushes and hugs him lightly. There is a pause, and Lucas clears his throat. Mike looks at El, who rolls her eyes. “Why don’t we give Mike and Will the room?” She says loudly.

Nancy seems to catch on, and drags Steve and Robin out to make a show. Everyone else follows.

Will coughs awkwardly. “I don’t know what you remember from… well, I mean- mmph.”

He is cut off by Mike’s arm grabbing him and pulling him down into the tightest hug of any of them.

“I was worried about you,” Will whispers.

“I know.”

Will pulls back, looking flustered but emboldened.

“I do remember, by the way. I meant what I said.” There is a pause. Mike swallows. “Did you?”

Will nods, relieved. “I did. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

There is another pause, and Mike sighs. “I am the one in the hospital bed. Are you going to kiss me?”

Will doesn’t reply with words. He is already leaning down and pressing his lips to Mike’s. Mike runs his fingers through his hair.

Wow. Mike had dreamt about kissing Will, to be sure. He knew it would be different than kissing El. But this. This is new. This is more than any dream could be, because it is Will. He is right there, and he wants to kiss Mike just as much as Mike wants to kiss him, and he feels like home.

- [5 months later]

“Bike, please just bo,” Will sighs, his nose red and puffy.

The congestion is making his voice nasally and weird, and it makes it hard to take him seriously, for Mike at least. But he shakes his head solemnly nonetheless. “It is your birthday, and I’m not going anywhere.”

“I’b bake you sick!” Will protests.

Mike presses a hand to his hot, clammy forehead. “I’m getting you soup.”

Will sighs, apparently needing to resign to being doted over on his birthday. Mike stands up from the edge of his bed.

“No trying to be a hero, Byers. I’ll be back to be the big spoon in ten minutes.”

Will rolls his eyes. “I’m going to make you sick.”

Mike leans down and kisses his gross, sweaty cheek. “Worth it.”

He reflects as he starts sneezing about a week later that it totally was.

How am I supposed to sleep now without my byler fanfics

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emry-stars-art · 1 year ago

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I hate drake so much i hope he dies a painful death in your royal AU 😡

Fairly certain this is gonna be a common agreement yes

Honestly in one version of events I just imagine Drake making a stupid mistake in a battle or border dispute and getting himself killed like a coward or an idiot because he is both of those things

In ANOTHER version I was talking about with @jtl-fics and @paradoxolotl we can make it as dramatic as we want ✨

And honestly I’ve been meaning to write it! I even started writing it, but as I went I realized it has the potential to get wayyy out of hand by way of scenes (in that it would become several scenes bc there’s so much to cover) so instead of waiting to be fully finished, I am going to give us all an early sparknotes or summary of events

What I DID write all the way was what might happen when Abram and the prince run into Spear at a ball/event: here.

(⬆️POV you are a very stupid baron and you’ve just made your very last mistake)

Find the royal au writing masterpost here 💕

After all that (the snippet) goes down, Spear is probably very angry. How dare the prince act so ungrateful to his family, how dare he be threatened by the Evermore mutt, and how dare he be publicly embarrassed like that. He’s too proud to even go fume about it on his own. He’s always had people and things to take his anger out on. So he reverts back to what he knows.

No one in the castle stops him on his search of the halls. They all recognize the Spear family - of course the Spears visited often, at least before, and often enough to send their prince to live with them. The twins and anyone else in the know about the prince’s time there are extremely private about it. The staff that see Spear have no reason to think anything of his presence at all.

But Abram is still standing watch at Andrew’s door, and he doesn’t seem about to leave. Spear likely thinks it doesn’t matter much - the brat is small and unassuming except for those nasty scars. Abram even gets distracted by a small crash coming from the direction of the stairs, wandering a little way down to see.

It should have been obvious not to underestimate an official royal bodyguard. Spear hasn’t even touched the door before Abram is there, pinning an arm behind his back as something sharp again presses to Spear’s jacket. The surprise knocks Spear against the prince’s door before Abram pulls him up and back a few steps.

Andrew does answer. Likely he thought it was Abram knocking, but as soon as he sees Spear he freezes. Spear doesn’t even have time to revel in the fear he caused - Abram uses all his weight to swing Spear around and shove him hard against the far wall. What Spear vainly thought was an empty threat before feels suddenly much more real, the way Abram doesn’t try to be at all gentle or careful. The blade is biting into Spear’s clothes.

And Spear is angry. The Evermore filth on him, the gall to treat Spear like this when Spear should be allowed to trample this brat under his horse. The brat thinking he had any say over the Palmetto prince.

He snarls, “Andrew, control your dog!”

And he doesn’t see it, but that snaps a little of Andrew’s panic. The only thing more potent than Andrew’s memories is his white hot anger at Abram’s, and even though Abram doesn’t react, Andrew absolutely refuses to let that slide.

Spear hears, “Dont let him touch you,” and then he’s released. Finally, he can get a little justice for this treatment. He turns and raises a hand to strike Abram.

Abram takes off his hand as he swings.

Andrew gets full oversight on Spear’s punishment. They have him convicted of untoward behavior, trespassing, and then Andrew allows ‘attempted destruction or harm of royal property’ only when he’s told it adds heavy consequence.

Really, it doesn’t matter all that much. Everyone in that room for the proceedings knows why he’s really there, and maybe those three charges wouldn’t always add up to a death sentence, but Aaron has been waiting for this chance. He adds ‘intention of treason’ to the trespassing charge and tells Andrew to do what he will.

Andrew doesn’t let Abram near it when they carry out the sentence. He does go through with some of his plans for Drake - he won’t ever make Drake pay 1:1 for what he’s done, but the magnitude would have been similar, had they gotten that far. They don’t, though. Andrew is doing just fine watching the proceedings, letting it pass through his eyes and ears and only be remembered when he really wanted. He had been sure he wanted this, he’d been sure it would be satisfying and cathartic. But he wasn’t feeling those things as much as he should have been.

Part of the punishment for treason is flogging. Andrew sees the strikes fall and it looks vaguely familiar. He’s seen those wounds and scars before. And suddenly it comes to him all at once; he doesn’t want to be here. He doesn’t want to watch this. He just wants Drake dead. He wants Abram.

So he moves for the first time in several minutes.

“Enough. I’m finished.”

Aaron gives him a look but gestures to the soldiers or whoever else. Andrew stands and goes to leave and there’s a scuffle behind him, yells and pounding feet. Something unsheathed and then a heavy, sickening thud. Maybe even a cut off scream.

Even then he doesn’t turn around. He can’t make himself. Spear had charged him, he understands distantly. He doesn’t know who was just struck, but the only person that should have been so close to him was his brother.

He whispers, “…Aaron?”

“Go, Andrew,” Aaron says quietly, and Andrew finally breathes again. “Abram is waiting.”

So Andrew does go, and he spends a long time holding Abram, assuring himself that Abram is there in one piece and isn’t being harmed, Drake is no longer there and can’t harm anyone else. Maybe this is far enough in that Andrew can even let himself be held, too. So he does find the catharsis and satisfaction, but not in watching Drake suffer. Just in the fact that Abram allows him close enough to hold, to play with his hair, to fall asleep there curled up in the middle of his bed. Unused mattress to every side and no space between them.

#this man.... angers me #and yeah I still don’t have a read on the Spear house’s title #like I had them as Duke/Duchess #but I think Baron is a little lower on that totem pole #and there’s just something about Drake and Abram being the same rank that… I do not appreciate #ANYWAY that’s why this is very much a wip #we don’t gotta worry about it now #all that matters is that Drake is ✨gone✨#also rest assured if Abram wasn’t between them and Andrew had a weapon #Abram would not have been the one taking off Spear’s hand for the dog comment #and also also #ash the ‘curled up in the middle of Andrew’s big ass royal bed’ just for u #bc it’s SO sweet #but I must be done here #fan art #my art #my writing #aftg #all for the game #neil josten #andrew minyard #andreil #royal au #dan wilds #aaron minyard #drake spear #asks #anon

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suffarustuffaru · 11 months ago

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i need to share my very horrible idea to combine the reinhard/julius/otto/subaru boy drama into one julius-centric fic

ok so a little while ago ive made all kinds of ottojuli and reinjuli posts and while i havent finished all my major julisuba posts Yet i am quite fond of julisuba also and i think itd be incredibly funny if you just dumped all of these ships into one story. just go ALL IN on that boy drama!!!! go big or go home amirite!!!! the worlds WORST love trapezoid youve ever seen!!!!

this post is just me rambling fic ideas bc i sadly dont have time for Every Fic Idea and also i just. i just think itd be funny putting multiple ships with the same person in them into one fic. on a serious level its like mimicking real life relationships where sometimes people come and go and you have different dynamics with each person!! on another level i just think this is also very funny so!! here we go. under the cut:

anyway so my idea for this is that you know, julius of course meets reinhard when hes ten and reinhard is eight and then it alters julius's brain chemistry. at first he's in complete awe of reinhard. and then over time the shame starts setting in. that julius isnt as strong as reinhard. and the jealousy sets in a bit too, so julius's got this chip in his shoulder trying to carry his family's legacy and trying to carry the weight of knighthood to be as perfect as possible. to be as close to reinhard as he can. they meet again in their teens and julius shows reinhard the ropes of like basic knight stuff bc reinhard just joined the knights. and of course reinjuli become friends but julius has spent his whole life quietly watching reinhard from afar and now julius still has that distance with reinhard even as theyre supposedly friends now. reinhard is a God, you know? his powers and his leash from the kingdom and his family keep him distant and the two of them are ignoring that. classic homoerotic "do i want him or want to be him" friendship where both of you are too scared to get any closer for various reasons with a Twist (reinhard's very real monster complex that keeps getting validated bc Everyone Around Him thinks hes a monster).

anyway but then julius remembers that you know, shit between reinhard and him wont work out for many reasons, like reinhards family deciding to torment julius at various points in his life (heinkel, whos julius's boss, and reid, who went from julius's childhood idol to. you know.), and also reinhard needs to have kids because hes the sword saint, and also homophobia exists in rezero. and also even if those werent all obstacles julius still has his Complexes connected to reinhard and they got that distance between them so. no go. (repression gets in the way of relationships :((( )

also quick side note is that ex 4 happens and julius reinhard ferris go to vollachia and julius interrupts a meeting with vincent vollachia himself to go "I UNDERSTOOD THAT LITERARY REFERENCE YOU JUST MADE. THATS A REALLY GOOD REFERENCE I LIKED IT A LOT" bc hes a massive nerd and ig this is slightly-more-of-a-disaster-gay julius au so julius is like ............................. vincent was kinda cool for that.

AND THEN SUBARU CRASHES INTO JULIUS'S LIFE and julius is like seeing this guy who's also got a chip in his shoulder and then he insults the knights and says the knights are all depending on their dads (nepotism) and julius is like .......the chip in my shoulder was bad enough and also youre kinda like me fr. and you are clearly a fucking misguided kid so now i have to save your ass. i cant NOT save your ass. and reinhards like "julius and subaru nooo you dont have to do this :((((" and julius cant admit atm that hes also doing this to save subarus life so julius is just like "he disrespected the knights >:(((("

but yes we all know what happened there. julius saves subarus life. julius has to slice subarus throat in that one failed loop. they become friends across several timelines. they also homoerotically share souls, you know, typical bromance things, rivals to lovers except subarus the one going YOURE MY RIVAL and julius is like he is SUCH an upstart. hes really grown on me like a fungus but thats the appeal. and julius i think sees subaru as like a kindred spirit (or at least thats how i interpret julisuba) except subaru is like way more freer than julius is. same desire to prove yourself but subarus not restraining himself constantly like julius. its sometimes to the point of recklessness and general stupidity and what have you, but his boldness and bravery and determination and heart really is admirable.........................

yeah so anyway julius falls for ANOTHER guy again, you know how it is sometimes. the heart wants what it wants and julius is cursed to always have the worst meetings with his closest friends. and of course julius gets heartbroken bc wtf i have to kill my new friend :((( noo!!!! but in the finished loop its like. oh subaru...... hes really improved himself. hes grown so much already. hes kind of. inspirational really. idk how he does it. except subarus you know got that Mystery to him the same way reinhard does (theyre traumatized and Cant Take About It Normally so they just randomly lore drop what they can) and also subarus SUPER into emilia. and julius is like .................... well. subarus taken. haha. and reinhards. taken. fuck me. fuck. and like somethings going on with subaru and rem and emilia right. fuck. and subarus got his whole toxic masculinity / gender crisis..... and he doesnt know hes Bisexual yet...... man. what a loss for julius amirite haha.

and also subarus busy after arc 3........... and julius has no idea whats happening there but that seems Real serious :(( and julius's got other things to attend to so he hopes subaru reaches out to him eventually..... or that they cross paths again since subarus in the emilia camp and julius is in ana camp (and of course reinhard is in felt camp and like that was a whole debacle bc wtf. reinhard, u do know thatd be a big deal to our mutual friend felix?). so. julius pines from afar ONCE AGAIN HAHA.

(also of course subarus still attracted to reinhard here. its um. well julisuba can bond now over pining over reinhard but thats for later also!!)

anyway of course during arc 3 julius briefly runs into some gray haired merchant twink thats being dragged around by subaru bc ana camp rescued this guy from a cave somewhere??? and this new guy and subaru made a deal or whatever so he was just helping out in the background of the fight against sloth??

and whaddya know................ julius goes to drink at a bar bc you know he probably tastes wine for fun in his free time (hes definitely Fond of wine anyway iirc) and now hes Sad over the Ones That Got Away so. bar it is. and gray haired merchant twink is there!! no way. they start talking a bit casually while drinking you know and julius's taste is Unfortunately either the graceful ones (anastasia, because julius has great taste in women) or the cringe fail ones (all the twinks - except for felix - that julius keeps having the wildest first meetings with, because julius has slightly shit taste in men) so julius is like huh this otto guys kinda funny lol. endearing in a weird way!! and -

oops they both end up being a little. they make a little bit of a move on each other. bc they were drinking and got a Bit tipsy. ottos Also not over the one that got away (subaru) (again) and hey. the finest knight truly is. Fine. objectively fine. totally. so you know. things get a little out of hand, maybe they do a bit of cringe fail flirting hidden underneath five million layers of repression and the Horrors of Being Known but ultimately they both embarrass themselves somehow (read: how far they went with each other while under the influence is up to you) and agree to Never Speak of This Again bc oopsies they were both technically each other's first time being Straightforwardly Not Straight with another man. oops. anyway julius has to go back to his camp and otto fucking bolts but he bolts right into subaru and gets his ass dragged into sanctuary drama.

julius is totally not a little bit envious about that.................... about otto getting to accompany subaru to sanctuary... but dont worry julius!! youll get to make up for it later!! bc eventually arc 5 stuff happens. and julius is Glad to see reinhard and subaru again. even with all the Baggage. and subaru is of course Weird about julius but eventually subaru reassures julius after they both confide in each other about the astrea drama (theyre honorary astreas via being dragged into the astrea family mess). and subarus reassuring to julius in a whole new way okay. subaru, whos unrestrained and incapable of being on the down low about anything, and julius, whos always holding himself back with a gazillion layers of repression, starts learning to let go a bit...

but also juliotto meet again. its terribly awkward and they both agreed to never speak of their awkward encounters again. subaru is going ??? and reinhard is clueless. otto then also goes to save reinhard and felt from heinkel trying to take felt hostage, which was also terribly awkward but reinhard and felt are grateful about it (but lbr if reinhard and otto knew each other deeper reinhard would maybe be a little. Apprehensive. around otto while otto would be sympathetic with reinhard bc hes like male emilia). but then while otto manages not to get erased by gluttony....... julius gets erased. of course. which you know results in being forgotten by reinhard in julius's THIRD first meeting ever with reinhard. and subarus the only one who remembers him of course.

then arc 6 happens :,))))) and julius of course has to confront his ideas of knighthood, his identity, his self esteem, and who he is outside of His Name. and also julius gets his ass beat by reid. his childhood idol. who reinhard KNEW was a shitty person but never ever told julius (whether this is because reinhard wanted to spare julius's hero worship or because reinhard never got the chance to tell julius is hard to say lajdsf). but julius does get to triumphantly win in the end!! grow as a person!!! learn to undo a bit of that repression and not hold himself to impossible standards all the time!! hes growing still!!! hes finally solidified his friendships with people like subaru and emilia!! hes remaking his relationship with anastasia!! hes asserted himself, hes planning on going to meet reinhard again one day and duel him!! things are looking up even if its still bittersweet that he doesnt have his name back yet!! does this mean?? perhaps?? a HAPPY ENDING?? julius can have the two men (reinhard and subaru) he admires the most in his life?????? as friends???? or as boyfriends?????? slowburn mutual pining????????????????????????????????????????

and then comes. arc 8 otto. that piece of shit.

julius is very much someone who has to grapple with the weight of the expectations that people throw at him. and also reinhard is someone who May envy julius a bit, but there's also you know, joshua and subaru with the Explicit Envy and (past) resentment because theyre placing heavy expectations on julius!! theyre pointing blame at julius!! julius is trying to find himself outside of stuff like that, especially after arc 6, but he's still got stuff to work on you know? he still has duties to fulfill!! loyalty that he has to act on bc hes gotta help subaru and co in arc 8!! and then in comes otto.

otto is also someone with expectation placed on him, but its Different. ottos mostly a nobody and when hes Not a nobody, his reputation tends to be Derogatory. hes a menace. hes a bad luck charm. hes grappling with the fact that he has to keep being left behind - post-arc 5 bc he was injured, but also repeatedly during arcs 7 and 8 because hes too physically weak to be on the same playing field as emilia or garfiel or subaru on the battlefield. he feels Useless after placing his identity on the expectation that hes Dependable and Useful.

julius is a bit more on even ground with otto now that julius is. also mostly a nobody bc his name is still gone. and also julius had to deal with having that part of his identity crushed. julius tried to be useful over and over in arc 6 only to get his ass repeatedly curb stomped by reid in the beginning. he was a nobody. he wasnt dependable anymore. and also otto is that one guy he had a Passing Fling with over having The Ones Who Got Away and julius was still vaguely hopeful about maybe being pals at least but ottos brushed him off a bit since arc 5. theyre like each others secrets you know? and now otto doesnt know that shit - julius is the only one who Knows - and otto also hates julius's fucking guts now. over SUBARU. and julius has been through this whole rodeo clown circus with arc 3 subaru so this is an absolutely terrible ride through memory lane.

and this is julius's THIRD twink that hates him for terribly unfair reasons. julius is very tired and a bit heartbroken in this au trying to pretend it doesnt bother him. on one level it doesnt. bc ottos pathetic and clearly Overcompensating for Something. on another level it kinda does bc julius had a Thing going with otto. and otto is the complete opposite of julius. like hes different from the other guys julius has liked.

julisuba is about complimentary opposites - they appear Extremely Different at first glance but theyre very similar. theyre people who try to look and act bigger than they are, people who keep reaching to be The Best, to be Perfect, because theyre overcompensating. theyre worried their entire identity is only built off of trying to be bigger than the shadow that other people in their lives (like their families) cast. but they cant reach perfection. and julius is like subaru but if subaru tried to really make himself "refined" - if he tried to stop putting his heart on his sleeve all the time. reinsuba are very similar too. theyre very refined knights who try to keep themselves in check at all times while the weight of the world is on their shoulders. they cant have a hair out of place. except julius is like the "smaller" version of reinhard. julius is less powerful. its like comparing a human and a "god" - reinhard, whos untouchable. but its a double edged sword, because julius gets to be a normal person, because half the expectation placed on him is also purely from himself, while reinhard isnt. reinhard isnt Free. hes on a leash by the kingdom and his family. julius even gets his kind of "celebrity" status stolen from him via the loss of his name. hes truly kind of Normal now - julius is like if reinhard didnt have his crazy abilities and had a little more of a chance to be free.

otto? yeah otto is. very very far from all of that. hes so obviously imperfect that most of his reputation, when its brought up, is just him being known as a mess who's caused various forms of chaos everywhere he goes. either that or hes just. There. Invisible. very very average. and otto is someone who wants a nice comfortable life, someone who wants to fit in - julius and subaru arent Exactly like that, and while reinhard also wants to be normal, ottos the one who has more of an opportunity. but he doesnt. because otto Dooms Himself by being recklessly cutthroat. otto is like if subaru was just. More of an asshole, so ottojuli would just be a rather Extreme Challenge for julius to have to deal with HAH. and normally otto is someone who repays how people treat him - a very "you treat me like this, i'll treat you the same way in turn" kind of deal, except ottos developed a vendetta against julius and its basically like if subaru never let go of his arc 3 julius vendetta.

yes so anyway. etc etc stuff probably happens but i ran out of ideas lajdlfjasdf i just think combining ALL the boy drama and recontextualizing + adding to canon would be. batshit crazy. and terribly entertaining. im so sorry julius but i want to see you crack a bit under the pressure. reinjuli as a ship is like tragic gay yearning that never goes anywhere past being friends with quiet homoerotic tension, then julisuba is. you know. extreme rivals to lovers, starts out Rough but then ends up being super super sweet and theyre Trying their best underneath the self esteem issues. and then ottojuli is. toxic yaoi at its finest (pun intended). you get Every flavor of mlm possible!!

ok so you may be asking "ok what would you even name this fic then" and to that i say that this would be called To All the Boys I've Loved Before.

anyway i really wanna write this idea someday ill inform you guys (if youre reading this and are Interested) if it ever happens :< so. in conclusion this is just julius the entire time throughout all of these events:

#rezero #re:zero #arc 5-8 spoilers #yes i made this post also so i can dramatically drop the wip title for this fic idea at the end of it and then laugh to myself bc i think #its the most perfect title of all time.#also adding up all of the rezero boy drama is important to me ok. and i was mostly going into the julius side of things in this post aldsjf #it gets messier when you remember reinsuba. and ottosuba. and reinotto. its incredibly funny to me. truly the worlds worst love pentagon.#or love square???? love shape????#on a serious note i would love to see more queer stories exploring like. a person's different relationships over the years. bc sometimes it #does feel like this you know?? having drastically different dynamics with each person and each person knows you in different ways!!#its a fun character study exercise. and it feels true to life imo. you grow and change throughout your life and your relationships at each #time period can kind of reflect who you were as a person at the time. if that makes sense. idk i have many feelings on it HAH #natsuki subaru #reinhard van astrea #otto suwen #julius juukulius #also i do often hc reinhard otto julius as being on the ace spectrum. i dont really write otto being ace in mind for Every wip i do but yes #i do have these hcs and reasoning for them!!! also specifically i hc reinhard as being on the aroace spectrum. these are just hcs of course #hah but yes i quite like my hcs for them.

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ladytauria · 1 year ago

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to celebrate hitting 50k i'm sharing a snippet of the longfic i'm currently working on <3 (thank you v much to both @deepwithintheabyss and @paprikadotmp4 for the encouragement & brainstorming help <3)

still untitled (i've been calling it the "aob dubcon fic" lmao) but i have written a summary:

Jason tries to sell off his first heat to make ends meet for the upcoming winter. When he’s taken by traffickers instead, he’s sure that’s the end of him—until he’s rescued by a mysterious alpha. That “rescue” comes with a price: Jason’s heat hits shortly after, and… one thing leads to another, and now Jason and Tim are bound together by a fledgling mate bond. It’s not the first time Jason’s had to make the best of things, but… he finds it a little bit easier this time, especially as he grows to genuinely like Tim. Unfortunately, just as they're starting to settle into mated life, Tim’s ex-pack starts getting involved, and they don’t exactly approve of Tim’s choice in mate—never mind that it wasn’t really a choice at all.

cws/tags for this snippet: reverse robins, aob dynamics, underage jason (15), first aid, medical inaccuracies (probably; i'm not a doctor, so i'm warning to be safe), hurt/comfort, touch starvation, anxiety, allusions to captivity related ptsd, self-deprecation, brief memories of non-consensual touching

editing to add: this snippet takes place in the 2nd half of chapter 2 <3 (& was originally the second scene for the fic lol)

i have also previously shared a snippet of the scene after this, when jason's heat hits, here.

Tim parks outside of an old apartment building. The brick facade is worn, cracked and peeling in places. Most of the windows are intact at least, though; two of them have lights on, the rest dark.

Tim gets out first, already having rounded the car by the time Jason is swinging his legs out. His hand rests on the door, waiting patiently for Jason to join him on the sidewalk. Then he shuts it. One hand rests on Jason’s back again, a gentle guide inside.

There’s a man at the desk near the front entrance, reading a newspaper. He spares them a brief, bored glance before going back to it.

There’s an out of order sign on the elevator, so they have to take the stairs. It’s just two flights, but by the end, Jason’s slightly out of breath. He’d thought he was in pretty good shape, but—

He guesses spending nearly a week in a small, windowless room hasn’t done him any favors.

Tim stops at a door in the middle of the hall, unlocking it and letting Jason go in first. The main room is all one room; living room transitioning to kitchen, separated by an island counter. Tim guides Jason to the couch, directing him to sit while he gets the first aid kit.

The couch is worn but comfortable, cushions sinking under Jason’s weight, cradling him.

Tim disappears down the hall, and returns a few moments later holding the biggest first aid kit Jason has ever seen. Not that he’s really an expert on the things, but— The one at his house was pretty small.

And mostly empty, honestly.

The coffee table looks comically small under it. It makes Jason’s belly flip with nerves, remembering the feeling of latex covered hands on his body, spreading him open.

He bites his lip.

Tim doesn’t open it, though; instead, he slips into the kitchen. He comes back a moment later, holding a bottle of purple Gatorade. Then, he kneels in front of Jason. It’s—odd. Having an alpha kneel in front of him, voluntarily. Even though Jason knows he doesn’t exactly have any power here, the visual dissonance is—

Odd.

He offers up the bottle. It takes a moment for Jason’s hands to move, but he does take it. His fingers fumble with the cap; he flushed, embarrassed despite himself, but gets it open.

As soon as it touches his lips, his thirst hits him full force. He allows himself two large gulps to wet his throat, and then forces himself to slow down, sipping instead.

When he screws the cap back on, he finds Tim still there. Waiting. He twists his hands around the plastic nervously.

“Alright,” Tim says gently. “Other than the bruise on your side, and the rope burns… are you injured?”

Jason shakes his head, twisting the sleeves of the alpha’s jacket. “Nn-nn. Just some bruises,” he says softly. He pauses. “And, um. I did hit my head once. It still hurts, but— I’m not, like, dizzy or nothin’.”

Tim nods. “Alright,” he says. “I’d like to do a head injury evaluation anyway. I’ll just feel over your skull, and then use a penlight to evaluate your pupil dilation. I’ve got cream for the rope burns, and for the bruise—” Tim hesitates a moment, then continues, “I’ll need to check and make sure nothing is cracked, and there’s no internal bruising.” He pauses again. “As long as there’s nothing serious anywhere else… I have some painkillers you can take, when we eat.”

Jason takes a moment to absorb all of that, and then nods, tipping his head forward obediently.

There’s a part of him screaming at himself not to be so compliant. To kick and claw and scratch and bite and fight, the way he has been for the past week. But he’s— He’s so tired, and sore, and—

The alpha smells so good, and— The smiles he keeps giving Jason melt something inside of him. He wants to keep seeing them. Keep earning them.

Tomorrow that might scare him.

Tonight—

His eyes fall closed when Tim’s fingers slide into his curls. The touch is achingly gentle. It feels— It feels good. Nice. Jason can’t help but lean into it. He thinks Tim’s hands linger a little longer than they need to, like he’s indulging Jason’s obvious enjoyment of the touch.

He does pull away eventually. Jason bites back his whine, instead sitting back up against the cushions.

“No bumps,” Tim murmurs. He gets out the penlight next, and cups Jason’s face as he shines a light first in one eye, and then the other. Jason grimaces, hissing a little as he squints. The light aggravates his aching head. “Pupil dilation is normal.” He pockets the light, and strokes Jason’s cheek with his thumb before he pulls away. “Now, I need to check your bruises.”

Jason bites his lip again. The constant worrying is starting to make the top layer of skin break and flake under his teeth. He averts his eyes, rolling the sleeves of the suit jacket up, exposing his hands. Then he pulls his shirt up, bunching it up just beneath his breasts.

His stomach jumps when Tim touches him. Tim pauses, hand hesitating, just barely touching Jason’s skin, and then— He starts to rumble, low and deep.

Jason whines. He doesn’t mean to—but it bursts from him; he can’t stop it, can’t muffle it. It’s a soft, helpless little keen, and the alpha’s rumble gets louder in response. He scoots closer, until he’s between Jason’s knees. His hand settles onto Jason’s skin, curving around his side. His other hand comes to cup Jason’s shoulder, thumb rubbing gentle circles through his clothes.

“It’s alright,” he soothes, the rumble deepening his voice. The sound—

Jason has only vague memories of his father rumbling for him, from when he was much, much smaller. Before working as a henchman had stolen much of his father’s good will. Other than that, Jason has only ever heard alphas rumble on TV. It’s—

It’s a really nice sound.

Against his will, tears fill his eyes, and he raises his hand, pressing his palm over one, like he can force them back inside. Tim’s hand settles against his side, just underneath the bruising. “You’re alright,” the alpha murmurs. “It’s okay to cry, pup.”

Jason sniffs, loud in the quiet. “I—I—”

“Shh, puppy.” Tim’s hand doesn’t leave Jason as he rises, slipping onto the couch beside him. His other hand cups the back of Jason’s head, tugging him forward—Jason’s arms come up automatically, wrapping around Tim’s neck, his shirt falling back over his abdomen. The alpha’s scent drips with comfort and the promise of protection and Jason—

He feels… He feels warm, and safe, and—

A sob rattles through his chest. Tim holds him closer, tighter, his arm winding around Jason’s waist. He buries his nose in Jason’s curls, stroking his skin with his thumb as he rocks him, slowly.

Jason’s chest heaves. His whole body shakes with each sob, so much that Jason is worried he’s going to shake himself apart. Tim’s steady hold feels like all that’s keeping him together.

It’s not just the last few days, it’s— It’s everything, since his Mom got sick and Dad turned to working as henchman and their lives just… fell apart. He’s— Jason’s been on his own for so long. Longer even than he’s been on the streets. Every day has been a fight for survival and Jason—

Honestly, he thought he’d finally lost.

Tim murmurs in his ear. Jason can’t hear a word of what he’s saying, but the tone is low and gentle, and Jason clings to it.

It takes a long time for Jason’s sobs to subside. Jason— He doesn’t know how long exactly. But he does know that when he’s done he feels exhausted. He slumps into Tim’s chest, tremors still running down his spine. His face is sticky. He definitely got snot all over Tim’s nice shirt, and that—

He’s too tired to even worry about Tim’s reaction.

Fingers comb through his hair again, lightly scritching his scalp. He lets out a soft sigh, slumping even more against the alpha’s chest.

Tim hums. He noses at Jason’s temple; a gentle nudge Jason grumbles at. “C’mon, pup,” he murmurs. “I still need to look at your bruises.”

Jason whines—the same plaintive little puppy whine he used to give his mom when he wasn’t ready to get up yet, for one reason or another. It makes Tim huff, amused; the humor reflected in his scent. It’s nice. Really nice.

He noses at Jason’s temple again. “Pup.” His voice is a little more stern. It’s not threatening, though—doesn’t even make Jason’s hackles raise. Tim is still rumbling. Close as they are, it feels like it’s seeping into Jason’s bones. It lessens the ache in him. His skin— His skin has been itchy for years, but. The creepy crawling of it has subsided, for now at least.

He’s comfortable. Jason doesn’t want to move.

He does anyway, sitting back with a scowl on his face. It makes Tim smile—his scowl deepens.

“I’ll be quick,” Tim promises.

Jason huffs a little. He leans back against the couch cushions. Tim’s hand is still under his shirt, sliding back over to the injured side as Jason lifts it. He feels— He feels more settled now. Less nervous, though butterflies still flutter between his ribs.

Jason watched Tim’s fingers probe gently around the bruising. The purple has started to fade to a greenish hue, but it still hurts when he prods it. Jason’s quiet, pained noises are soothed with soft rumbles and fingers rubbing his shoulders.

When he’s done, Tim’s hand lingers, laying casually on his waist. Jason’s skin would normally be prickling, but—

It isn’t.

It hasn’t this whole time, any time the alpha touched him.

“I don’t feel any cracks or breaks. Did— Were there any injuries to your back?” He’s no longer rumbling.

Jason misses it already. There’s a part of him that wants to snuggle up to him, see if he can’t coax that rumble back out.

He ignores it; instead shaking his head. “No. They— The, um, the boss said they were supposed to keep me as uninjured as possible. Any punishment had to be careful not to leave a mark.”

Tim hums. He strokes Jason’s skin with his thumb, and then slips his hand from Jason’s waist. It—

Jason finds that he misses it.

Tim leans forward, finally opening the first aid kit. It’s stocked, full of things Jason has names for and things he doesn’t. Tim takes out two things: the first, a small jar, and the second, a bottle of puppy’s Tylenol. Jason—he doesn’t like it, but he can’t really argue with it. Not at his size and weight and everything. They’re pills, at least, and chewable too,

Jason examines them carefully before he takes them, washing away the chalky flavor with the drink he’d been given before.

Tim unscrews the lid of the jar. The cream inside smells herbal, though not unpleasantly so. Jason holds out his arm, relaxing into the couch as the alpha works the cream into his skin.

It’s easy to let his eyes fall half-lidded. Jason is warm and sleepy. The air is thick with protective alpha scent; it soothes his hind-brain, the part that is purely omega, purely pup and longing for the comfort and safety of pack.

A small voice in the back of his mind is screaming, telling him he needs to keep his guard up.

It’s easy to ignore like this. To focus on nothing but gentle hands on his skin and the ambient noise around him; the hum of electricity and the distant noise of outside traffic.

Jason drifts.

He barely registers when the alpha switches arms, coming back up only to croon confusedly when Tim stops touching him. He blinks up at him, and gets a kind smile in return.

“Hush, pup,” the alpha soothes. “I’m going to get us something to eat.”

Jason blinks slowly at him and hums in acknowledgment. Tim gets a blanket from—somewhere, and lays it over him. It’s soft. Jason likes it. He nuzzles into it, into more of the alpha’s scent, and sighs.

He can hear Tim moving around in the kitchen—the clatter of dishware and pans, the bubbling of boiling liquid, the sound of his soft footsteps. He can smell something savory—chicken, he thinks, and garlic.

He drifts again, stirring only when Tim nudges him gently. A steaming bowl of soup is pressed into his hands.

“It’s hot,” Tim warns, a bit unnecessarily.

Jason still burns his tongue on the first mouthful. He doesn’t care. Having the food in front of him has made him realize how ravenous he is. His bowl is empty far too soon, though he’s too stuffed to go back for seconds.

His empty bowl is taken from him, and then Tim returns again. “C’mon, pup,” he murmurs. “I’ve got a spare toothbrush you can use. A spare den, too. I’ll get you some nesting materials and pajamas while you brush your teeth.”

Jason reluctantly leaves the couch and blanket behind, shuffling down the hall and into the bathroom. Tim procures a toothbrush for him, and then leaves.

It’s a relief to brush his teeth.

His captors had done it for him, so rough his gums had bled and ached. They still bleed under Jason’s gentle ministrations, but at least it doesn’t hurt. By the time he’s rinsing his mouth, Tim has returned, a bundle in his arms. He offers it to Jason.

“Clothes,” he says, a little unnecessarily.

Jason takes them, and Tim leaves again, giving him privacy. Jason goes to shut the door and then—

Hesitates.

He doesn’t want it open. But— He doesn’t…

What if he shuts it, and it won’t open again?

He’s. He’s being silly.

There’s no way this apartment has more than one bathroom. Trapping Jason inside here would be dumb, and he doesn’t think this alpha is dumb.

Jason takes a deep breath. He shuts the door.

Except—

He doesn’t. The latch hits the frame and Jason stops. His heart thunders in his ears. His breaths come sharper, quicker. He can’t. He can’t, he can’t, he can’t.

Tears burn in his eyes.

It’s not fair.

He rests his head against the frame; one hand cradling the bundle of clothes to his chest, the other gripping the doorknob.

God. He’s so fucking pathetic.

He shudders. Takes a deep breath. It shakes on his exhale, a tremor in his chest. It’s fine. He doesn’t have to shut it all the way. He can leave it like this, with the metal latch over the door frame, only the tiniest sliver of hallway visible.

It’s fine.

He’s fine.

Jason strips quickly, clothes falling into a puddle at his feet. He yanks on the pants the alpha provided. They’re a little short at the ankle, and he has to draw the drawstrings all the way out for them to stay up, but. They fit well enough.

The shirt, too, is a little big, hanging off slightly at one shoulder. It doesn’t show his breasts, and hangs down to his mid-thigh, so Jason doesn’t mind.. Both pants and tee are soft on his skin, not scratching like the other set did.

There’s a hamper. Jason drops his old clothes in, though he’d much rather see them in a dumpster somewhere. The jacket—

Jason hadn’t realized how much it had been comforting him until now. Without it, he feels almost naked. Exposed. He wants to put it back on again. He resists the urge, though. Instead, he straightens it as best he can, then folds it in half and lays it on top of the hamper before he exits the bathroom.

Tim isn’t in the living room any more, and Jason stands, nibbling on his lip. Maybe he should go for the door… but. He can’t bring himself to. Instead he stands there, uselessly, until he hears rustling further down the hall.

He approaches tentatively, and finds Tim in the den at the end of the hall.

Tim glances up when he hears Jason approach, and smiles a little. “I was just getting out some nesting materials,” he says, gesturing.

In front of him is a cushioned nest base, held off the ground by a wooden frame. Piled on top of it is—

Jason had been expecting maybe a couple of blankets and some pillows, but—

The blankets are piled tall; the one on top Jason recognizes as the blanket he’d been using on the couch. There are plenty of pillows, too—and padding, for added layers, and cushions, and, it’s… It’s a lot.

Jason’s throat feels a little tight. “Thanks,” he says, voice small.

“Of course, pup,” Tim says gently. He’s pulled his scent in tight now, but when he draws nearer, Jason catches a whiff of safehere and everythingsokay drifting off of him. His hand moves slow enough it would be easy for Jason to avoid it, but. He stays still, letting the alpha brush his knuckles over his cheek.

“Goodnight, pup,” he murmurs. “If you need me, I’ll be just down the hall.”

Jason nods. The alpha’s hand drops, and then he leaves.

The rest of the den… It’s not bare, but it lacks a personal touch. There’s a chest of drawers in the corner closest to the closet; a nightstand by the nest; and curtains hanging over the window. He shuffles further in, leaving the door open behind him.

He leaves the nest alone for now. Instead—

He goes for the closet first, opening the door. It’s bare inside, except for a thin layer of dust. Jason shuts it again. He opens the drawers, as quietly as he can. Empty as well. The den smells— Not stale, it’s definitely been used before, but. He catches the barest hints of alpha scent, and other than that… It just smells clean.

Jason rubs at his eyes.

No more putting it off.

As much as he doesn’t want to… Jason doesn’t shut the door all the way. Instead, just like in the bathroom, he leaves it open the tiniest sliver. Anything more, and he won’t be able to sleep. Anything less—

Panic.

Even the thought makes his heart race.

Jason rubs his face. He hates this. He hates it so much. Fuck. Sometimes it feels like life is just out to get him. Like—someone or something out there wants him to suffer.

Stop it. Plenty of people have it worse than you do, he scolds himself. He’s safe right now, or— He has the illusion of safety, at least. The alpha is being nice. Jason is— He’s not bound up. The door isn’t locked. There are no bars on the window. Tim treated his injuries. Held him when he cried. Gave him food and something to drink and soft clothes.

And he’d given Jason plenty of material to make a nice, comfortable nest to den in. One that might finally satisfy the instincts that have been screaming at him.

Jason takes a breath, and pads over to the nest. The sheer amount of material before him is almost overwhelming, but… He goes through it slowly. He starts with the padding, layering it into the nest base and using the cushions to help give it shape. He tests it as he goes, until he has something that’s plush, but not so much that it will engulf him. He works a nest cover over it. It’s a bit of a struggle to get it on, but Jason manages; only a little winded by the end. What padding and cushions he didn’t use—

He decides to put them in the closet, where they’ll be out of the way.

Blankets next.

Jason sorts through the pile slowly, rubbing each on his cheek. Scenting them. The one he used on the couch is the strongest scented; still thick with the contentment he’d felt in the alpha’s arms, and the protective, comforting scent Tim had drenched the air with.

He ends up using a little over half of the blankets Tim provided. The rest he puts in the closet.

Pillows—

Jason doesn’t use as many of them. He ends up putting most of them in the closet. And then, finally—

His nest is done.

He stands back, surveying his handiwork. He trills with pride, running his hand over the edge. His nest is soft. Cozy. It needs— It needs books. And— His fox. He misses his fox, the one his mom gave him. He kept it— He managed to keep it safe, all this time.

It’s probably gone now. Or ruined.

His eyes sting, and he swipes at them roughly.

Jason is so tired of crying.

He climbs into bed, pulling the blankets over and around him, snuggling down into the pillows. It feels—

Safe.

There’s something missing, though. Jason— He’s not sure what it is, but—

He’ll worry about it in the morning.

#jaytim #timjay #tauriawritesfanfic #aob dubcon fic #i'm so tempted to start posting even tho i usually prefer to wait till its done #ive broken everything into chapters; have a list of tags; wrote a summary...#i do not. have a fucking title tho #most of my titles were brainstormed for the 15k version!! which. hm. i *could* post that separately maybe...?#smth to think about #a n y w a y #hope u enjoy <333 #as soon as this fic lets go of the chokehold it has on me i'll get back to like #prompts & the other wips languishing in my docs #(and when i say chokehold i mean i started writing this around like... december 20th?)#(and you can thank abyss for THAT too bc this all spiraled from 8k of a genfic i showed them <3)

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actuallysaiyan · 7 months ago

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NGL not many of my wips have real titles but I can give them titles to describe them

-NanaGo x Reader pride month sex fic

-Angel(Hiromi x Reader)

-Shiki(HaiNana vampire fic)

-An 80s GetoNana fic

-Dream Soulmate AU(Epsilon)

-Panties(Hiromi x Reader)

-Reader joins Avalanche(Barret x Reader)

-The Legend of Nanami Kento

-The World Ends With a Whimper(apocalyptic Nanami x Reader)

No pressure tags: @beneathstarryskies @seireiteihellbutterfly @entirelysein-e @tsukimefuku @yeowangies @dreadsuitsamus @rahuratna @jadedjane @sacredwarrior88 @mallgothprompto @witchofcustom @loki-love @dottedsilktie @nanamiscocksleeve @jbunnyxo

wip title tag game

RULES: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

Delicate

TBD

How helpful is f/o in the kitchen

Pairing: Buuhan x Reader

Untitled - “The people say you are cruel and you do nothing to change their minds. You…give them a reason to speak of you unfavorably.”

In Another Lifetime II - Shige

Untitled - There was an envy of you among the other parents in the school district.

Untitled - “Hello again. Sweetie.”

My Future is With you

Saiyans going to Black y/n's family cookout

CHAPT 2. CORRUPT

Thigh Sex. - Shinjuro Rengoku

Sex Pollen. - Xeno Trunks

Swan Song

Radship week

Over a beer bottle

Untitled - "I don't get it. I did everything right, I got you to love me. Y-You love me."

In Another Lifetime II - Paras

Taint and Ravage

Neither Goku, Nor Vegeta II

I wanna feel you in my bones.

Spoils of War

no-pressure tags: @dreadsuitsamus @yeowangies @actuallysaiyan @beneathstarryskies @vegeta-bananabluish @emmacornell @loki-love @vampcubus and anyone other writers interested in participating! ♥

#bacon.tag games #I HAVE WIPS AND NOT ALL OF THEM ARE TITLED

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maythedreadwolftakeyou · 3 months ago

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But One Truth -- Chapter 1

Pairing: Jacinth Lavellan/Solas

Summary/prompt: While out running errands around Crestwood with Solas, Dorian, and the Iron Bull; Inquisitor Lavellan is hit by an unexpected truth spell that suddenly has her spilling her guts any time someone asks a question. This would be less of a problem if she wasn't the polite, diplomatic leader of an ever-growing organization, who now can't hold anything back. Or if she wasn't trying to stay subtle about the muddle of her emotions about one of her companions in particular.

Fluff & Angst, or more like "silliness and pining" really. Currently T but eventually E rating.

Incomplete/in prorgress, estimated 4-5 chapters/~15k words. goal is fast & fun :)

#dusting off all the ol WIPs so i can throw them online #and move as much as possible to the 'finished' folder before veilguard #this ones been sitting in my WIPs almost done for over 4 years and id completely forgotten it WHOOPS #ramblings #my stuff #my writing #my fic #but one truth #<- the title is stupid bc i hate hate hate coming up with titles. so what i do is.#i open the wiki page for the chant and i search a keyword until i find a phrase that contians it. and just use that.#so i never have to Think #dragon age #dragon age fanfiction #da fanfic #solavellan #solas

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sentientcave · 1 month ago

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Mood board for my latest project. Little bit of it below the cut.

You eat the lunch you packed and pull off your sweater, the noon sun warming you up enough to not need it, at least for the moment. You putt along to a new spot and try fishing again, this time catching three good sized fish. Surprising, considering the time of day, but sometimes you get lucky. You're thinking about heading back home when you spot a flash of white under the water.

You grab your camera, determined to be ready. And then a grey shape launches out of the water and into your boat, nearly capsizing it. The white orca sluices through the water next to your boat a moment later, regarding you disdainfully with one bloodshot eye. He flicks his tail as he dives again, soaking you and your passenger.

Your seal friend makes himself comfortable at the prow of the boat, entirely too pleased with himself.

"You're on thin ice, mister!" You tell him, turning back the way you'd come. Thanks to him you missed your photo and nearly went for a swim in deep water. You're pretty sure he couldn't help you out of that situation even if he wanted to, especially with a hunter swimming just below. You certainly don't want four inch teeth biting you in half.

Of course, you don't want to see your friend get eaten in front of you either. You know its the way of the ocean, but he's your little buddy.

The white orca cuts across your path again. You stop your engine, heart hammering, and grab your camera. He disappears into the depths for a moment, and then jumps a little ways away. If you didn’t know better, you’d say he was showing off. You get several quick snaps that you know will be gorgeous— Water droplets catching the sun, his ghostly white body stark against the backdrop of the dark ocean. You grin at the seal, and yelp when something thumps the bottom of your boat, rocking it harshly.

Then the white orca (he needs a name, so you land on Ghost) surfaces next to you, terrifyingly close, and spits water at the seal.

“Holy shit,” you breathe, adjusting your lens for the close contact, camera shutter clicking away as you shoot pictures. Ghost eyes you, and then spits water a second time. The seal looks deeply offended, but not concerned, even with his hunter bobbing in the water a few feet away. “Aren’t you a pretty boy.”

He is pretty. A juvenile, maybe, now that you see him up close— He’s a bit small for an orca, but he’s all alone out here, no pod to speak of, and a juvenile wouldn’t survive on it’s own. As if he can hear your compliment, he creaks at you.

The seal barks back. He seems offended by Ghost’s presence. Understandable, since Ghost was trying to eat him earlier. You get a few funny snaps of the two of them regarding each other over the rim of the boat, having a conversation that you have no way of understanding. You feel a bit insane. A bit like you’re going to wake up laying in the bottom of your boat any minute, and this will all be a funny dream.

#cave writing #I don't have a title yet so I can't make an actual title card #this hardly qualifies as a mood board but I'm a sick fuck and the orca throwing the seal gets me laughing every time #true GhostSoap dynamic #I'm listening to so much Stan Rogers rn #I was listening to the Corries but I didn't like their version of Barrett's Privateers so I got sidetracked #Free in the Harbour hits #I've also been doing a lot of research on orcas and let me tell you. People have not been good to them #But in Western North Atlantic populations there's been more and more sightings since the 90s in the Maritimes #And lots of calves!! There's less pollution from farming run off in the northern areas so the population isn't experiencing the same-#fertility problems that some other groups of orcas do #and they seem to be more diverse in their breeding practices too which is good #there's a pod in the Southern hemisphere that's like Hapsburg levels of inbreeding #Although there are still some breeding problems all over just from being apex predators #lots of pollutants collect high up in the chain #That's why the resident pods on the West Coast of north america seem to do a bit better - They're primarily fish eaters #versus transient whales that tend to eat more mammals and other whales #People need to get their shit together about the ocean #Sorry what was I saying #I'm working on a novel version of this because there's a bigger story to tell but I still want to finish this fic version and post it #Sitting around 9k now but I'll probably finish it before posting just to avoid another WIP people want me to update chapters on lmao #anyway I should go do some chores or something

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