#SHOULD I BE ADDING WH TAGS HERE???

[shunayix]

hey. hey my whitvid looks a little different. hey wh. hey??

[yourmidnightlover]

the sun

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary: after the events of the snap, you find out news that's both heart wrenching and warming. what happens five years later when bucky's back?

warnings: death, mourning, pregnancy, childbirth, canon-typical violence (not much but just adding to cover all the bases), loosely based on end game and infinity war (as in ignore my mistakes lmaooo), if i failed to mention any warnings PLEASE LET ME KNOW!

wc: 2.6k

a/n: dude idk why i've had an urge to write such heart wrenching angst lately. i'm actually in a decent place rn. i tried to cut this fic down bc originally it was SOOOO long i felt like a lot of it was just filler and i feel like shorter fics of mine tend to do better... ANYWHO! this does have a happy/hopeful ending so no worries! also picturing this beefcake for this story is AGHHHHHHH!

you never thought two lines on a stick could ever break your heart the way they did.

tears clouded your vision as you gripped the counter, trying not to crumble or succumb to your grief.

6 weeks ago, the avengers lost. everything.

half of the world, gone in a moment.

in one moment, your world collapsed. seeing bucky fade to dust right in front of you...

sobs wracked through your body as you crumbled to the ground.

this was supposed to be a happy moment. there should be tears of joy, not sobs of sorrow. your heart should feel full of love, not like there's a super-soldier sized hole in it.

"y/n," nat's voice rang outside the door, giving you a moment to yourself.

"just-," you tried to level your breathing before she opened the door, knowing but not understanding the grief you were feeling.

she wrapped her arms around your body, tucking your head into her neck as she gently rubbed your back soothingly. steve leaned against the bathroom door, glancing on the counter to see what they had all expected.

a positive pregnancy test.

you were having bucky's baby.

without bucky.

you gripped his dog tags that you had been wearing since the funeral. they were the only thing that could truly ground you.

they brought back happy memories of cuddling in bed, the cool metal shocking your skin for only a moment before realizing that it was only bucky and smiling at the memory.

god, it hadn't even been two months.

how were you supposed to do this alone?

"we're here for you," steve's voice called from the doorway, as if he could hear your thoughts. "you'll never be alone. not in this... not ever." he shook his head, his brows furrowed in a serious, straight line.

eventually, your sobs subsided. you stood with nat from your seat on the ground, wiping your own eyes mustering up a pathetic smile before she left you and steve to work out your grief together.

"we didn't even know it was possible," you shrugged. "it's like he sent me them..." you placed your hand on an invisible bump before facing steve, his teary eyes reminding you that he had lost his best friend, too. "he sent us this baby."

you reached your hand out for steve to hold. he took it gratefully and pulled you into his arms, hugging you tight and letting only a few tears slip his waterline before pulling back.

"if you'll let me, i want to be there for you for everything," his chin wobbled. "buck would kick my ass if i let you go through this alone." a genuine laugh left your lips for the first time in nearly two months.

"i would be so grateful for that," you nodded as you let go of his arms. "part of me still can't believe that it's real. it's like part of me still expects him to walk into the compound from a long mission or something..." you shook your head. "i know that sounds so stupid."

"it's not," he shook his head with a smile. "it's what i wish was true, maybe it's your subconscious trying to preserve your mind?"

"maybe," you shrugged before continuing, "i should probably talk to tony and bruce, huh?"

-

you knew you were around eight weeks along.

according to the doctors' tony had enlisted, however, you were already 12 weeks along, which was impossible.

bucky had been gone on a mission at that time... but it's whatever. you got to hear the heartbeat. steve went with you, too. you both bawled together. you kept three copies of the ultrasound and he kept two.

banner had already offered to do some testing on the dna of the baby, noting that the serum would likely affect the pregnancy (as it probably already has).

you had talked to tony about retiring from the whole superhero gig for the time being. you needed to mourn and prepare for a new life simultaneously. tony had promised to provide anything you needed at the drop of a hat, and he sure as hell delivered.

within no time, your pregnancy was being measured at 20 weeks while only being pregnant for 12. banner was concerned for your body's ability to keep up with the rapid rate of growth of the baby. he had you on a strict, hefty diet with two different prenatal vitamins in attempt to help your nutrition.

in spite of your best efforts, you were always exhausted and in pain. but you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. this was bucky's baby. you didn't care how much pain you went through when you had half of him growing inside of you.

you couldn't walk for long without feeling like passing out, which banner chalked up to low iron. steve had grown progressively more worried for you and the baby the longer the pregnancy went on.

as a result, he had moved into the spare room that was in your and bucky's house. truly, it just made it easier for him to help you finish up the nursery anyway.

he was very handy about it all, painting, building furniture from scratch, the whole deal.

"i've been thinking... and if it's a girl, i want to name her evangeline james barnes," you informed steve as you ate the steak he had been making for the past few weeks of your pregnancy, as ordered by dr. banner. that with carrots, broccoli, potatoes, and for dessert strawberries, blueberries and raspberries over ice cream. "and if it's a boy, cyrus james barnes. evangeline means good news, and cyrus means sun."

steve placed his hand over yours, "i think buck would've loved them." he smiled warmly as you downed the food in a few minutes.

you had begun showing soon after you found out you were pregnant, but now, it felt like it was impossible to hide. nat had been wonderful about helping you keep up with the changes your body was going through, getting you new maternity clothes every week.

she even made sure to get you every single craving that wasn't in accordance to banner's hefty diet. not that he didn't want you to eat more, he thought it was best you did! but he also wanted to make sure that with all that you did eat, your body got as many nutrients as possible.

just to be safe, he kept you on other vitamin supplements anyway.

you couldn't help but imagine what bucky would say or do about everything now.

he would hold your body closely, pressing firm kisses to your bump every chance he could get while whispering some sickly sweet sayings to your unborn child, words that would melt the winter soldier's cold exterior.

he would whisper words of encouragement any moment you felt worried about your abilities to be a mom. he would say how beautiful you were, in spite of being bloated in places you didn't know could bloat.

he would be wonderful, and in your mind, he was still alive and vibrant. well, as vibrant as bucky ever was, at least.

truthfully, that's the only way you were able to keep going on like this. steve was wonderful, but you couldn't help but want the love of your life by your side as you tried to navigate this new chapter.

in a couple more weeks, you were projected to be at 32 weeks. bruce and tony were talking with your doctors about the safety of inducing so early, both for you and the baby.

oh, and you wanted the gender to be a surprise.

and within the week, you were having your baby.

steve and nat were by your side during the birth, whispering encouraging words and compliments of your strength.

"i need him!" you screamed in pain as you held one of each of their hands, sobbing in agony. "i need james! i need my bucky! i can't do this alone, i can't-i can't!"

"you can," nat reminded you. "this baby needs you," she held your face to look at hers. "bucky is a part of this baby." you swore you could see tears in her eyes before turning to face steve.

"remember what you told me when you found out you were pregnant?" he didn't bother wiping the tears from his face. "bucky sent you-sent us this baby. he knows you can do it." you sniffled before nodding at your two best friends, pushing with one last scream and a second later, you had...

"cyrus james barnes," the nurse called to you. "it's a boy, congratulations mom."

-

the next few years went by quicker than you could've ever imagined.

crawling, first words, first steps...

you missed bucky. not a day passed where you didn't miss him.

but, having cy helped a lot. he looked just like his father. dark brown hair, icy blue eyes, a cute little nose... not to mention his father's stubbornness.

you made sure he knew who his father was. you took him to the museum often, showing him the statue of his father and his background in the world war, him saving the world so much. you told him how you fell in love with him.

how you fell for the quiet man before ever really talking to him. how you were partners on a long-term, undercover mission and that's where your love ignited from the sparks.

not that cy understood any of what you told him. you just felt it was important to know that his parents loved him, and each other dearly.

you never took off his dog tags, either.

steve was a huge help the whole time. he kept working for the avengers, so he was gone often, but he provided a good male role model for cyrus. after all, he was his uncle steve. he already taught him how to throw a ball, albeit a little softball, but it counts!

you made sure to document everything that went on in yours and cyrus's life.

banner had said that cyrus was growing at an exceeding rate, but nothing to be concerned about. in fact, cyrus was turning five in almost half a year, meaning the anniversary of bucky's death, or disappearance or whatever you called it, was coming up.

then, you got a call from tony and banner.

it all happened so quickly, from testing to planning to the execution. pepper watched cyrus for you while you went back with steve, scott, and tony to get the tesseract.

of course, the men being men had to come upon a few hiccups, but eventually, after going as far back as the 70s, you brought back the tesseract.

the only thing is that nat never came back...

next thing you know, bruce is snapping his fingers and clint is getting a call from his supposedly deceased wife. your eyes fill with tears, hands searching in your pockets for your phone to see if you've gotten anything yet.

is it possible he wasn't brought back? he was the first to... disintegrate. die. maybe that meant something in the eyes of the stones?

then, you felt a buzz in your hand.

although, you didn't have any time to try to grasp what that meant, because more aliens came to earth.

shocker.

after yet another war, one that you weren't even prepared for, after losing more people, again. after losing tony...

but amidst the chaos of the aftermath of the fight, with screams of joy and shock and grief surrounding you, tears streaming down your face, your eyes met the blue ones you only saw in your son.

he slowly walked towards you as the tears sped up. you didn't even realize when your feet began running towards him.

when his arms wrapped around your waist, you finally felt the home you thought you had come to terms with never feeling again. your arms wrapped around his neck, your face buried in his shoulder as you breathed in the scent of gunmetal that had overtaken him in the battle.

"oh my god," you cried into the leather of his jacket. he lifted you off the ground, your legs wrapping around his waist as you felt his smile on your cheek. "i can't believe you're really here."

"i'm here, doll," his hands cradled your head so tenderly. "i'm not ever leaving again. never."

you pulled back before your eyes widened in realization. "you've gotta meet someone, jamie."

his brows furrowed in confusion, just smiling and nodding along with whatever you said.

within the next few hours, simply being held by bucky before steve stole him away with a hug, you finally brought him home.

"so, steve moved in," you started as you pulled your car into the driveway, turning to see bucky looking at you with an incredulous look. "you'll see why." you reached to hold his hand before he brought yours to his lips, pressing a kiss there.

you told him to wait in the car as you went inside to relieve the babysitter for cyrus. after giving him some cash, he went outside, knocking on your car window to let bucky know he should make his way inside.

upon entering, he saw you sitting on the floor with a little boy with striking blue eyes that seemed so familiar to him. his nose, too. his lips though, they were all yours. he had a slight grin plastered on his lips, one that matched yours to a t.

"daddy?" suddenly, it all clicked.

his heart, his mind, his fucking soul, everything made sense now. the pain, hydra, the mind washing, the torture.

meeting you. falling in love. dying?

his son.

he started walking closer to bucky before the steady walk turned into a run. bucky knelt down, wrapping the boy in his arms, cradling his tiny frame in his arms protectively. his son.

"cyrus james barnes," you said with a teary smile on your face. bucky, without breaking the hug with his son, looked up at you with a smile that matched yours. "cyrus means 'sun', and i thought it was fitting. he brought me so much light and hope after you..." you choked up before he stood up with cy in his arms, walking towards you before wrapping you in the big, family hug.

"i love you so much, both of you."

[sugar-omi]

PLSSS I BEG OF U COVE HOLDEN X FEM!READER NEWLY MARRIED AND R JUST SO LOVEY DOVEY AND CANT GET ENOUGH OF EACH OTHER let me stop with the caps anyway as i was saying newly married cove and fem!reader on their honey moon to (insert place with nice oceans and views but you can take them anywhere you want) and they’re just sooo IN LOVE ITS DISGUSTING HOW IN LOVE THEY ARE you can add spice and intimacy if u want 🤷🏾❤️‼️

IM SO SORRY I TOOK SO LONG TO WRITE THIS ITS BEEN SITTING IN THE DRAFTS FOREVER.... im gonna blame it on my demon cat, its his fault he always wants to play outside i wanted a cat not a dog wtf !!!!! anyway here you go anon i loved writing this sm bc i have been thinking abt honeymoon hcs for awhile mmm<3333 also i jus wanna say cove is very much a "grabs your stomachs n prbly shakes it" man, like yk how your boyfriend is always grabbing your stomach idk at first i thought it was weird like "wtf is he grabbing your stomach n shaking it" but now i know. n cove does it ok i wont explain it but he also rubs anywhere, hes tracing your body n making shapes w his fingers on you, hes just so TOUCHY eta: I JUST REALIZED THIS LIKE 70% SMUT BUT UM.... ANYWAY 😁😁i hope you like it anyway, also added a hc's i forgot at the v bottom <3333

tags : fluff, step 4/wedding dlc, fem/afab reader (could be okay for masc/amab/nb readers as well if you ignore cove calling you 'wife' once), buff tatted cove, headcanons at the very bottom below the nsfw

+ NSFW (at the bottom), fem/afab reader, rough raw sex, creampie, missionary, v horny cove <3

perhaps i should make a part 2 with all the times n places cove fucks you during your honeymoon, mmm thats a good idea write that down write that down

synopsis : you and cove on your honeymoon to the bahamas !!

surprise to literally no one, you two pick the Bahamas for your honeymoon

it wasn't a hard pick. it was just a matter of where had the nicest views, open hotels, and safest locations, and with how cove got more starry-eyed with each solidified detail, the Bahamas was your destination.

if it wasn't for the fact that you just had an eventful wedding full of love from friends and family, plus the plane trip, cove would've dropped everything and ran for the glittering water.

once you're checked in and changed from your flight clothes into something a bit more dressy but comfortable, you and cove make your way for some much anticipated dinner.

when you're seated, the silence between you two is so easy and filled by the bustle of the restaurant.

across from you, cove is watching you with his chin hiked atop his clasped fingers, easily looking like a puppy.

"what? what're you staring at?" you laugh, taking a dip if your drink to uselessly wash away your fluster at your husband's blatant staring.

cove already has a rosy tint to his cheeks and if he was younger cove would've caught fire at being caught staring. instead he just grinned cheerily and happily, with a gaze of a man sick with love. "just admiring my wife."

you can't help but tuck your head a bit, flustered by his direct compliment. God you're in for a long marriage.

thank god, you think distantly.. a lifetime of being flustered by each other no matter how long you're together doesn't sound to bad at all.

while you're eating, you two respond to your family blowing up the "[Last] - Holden family" group chat, that was so courteously made by your snickering sister and cousin leading up to your wedding.

after a lovely dinner (only after you reassured cove that you had a few days to try out everything on the menu before the trip was over) you two took a well deserved nap together with cove tucked into your neck and your fingers in his hair. <3

okay listen... would it be bad to say you planned your wedding around your honeymoon

there's a reason!!!

i imagine you and cove (mostly cove) wanted to rent a house on the beach, or at least close to it, but i imagine its hard to snag one so once you finally got a place the wedding just fell around it

while you're in the bedroom sleeping, recovering and recharging, cove still gets up early to go play around on the beach.

not without a fight though!

when he wakes up the sky is still navy, and he flips over, feeling antsy to start the day and your activities.

but there you are, laying next to him in one of his shirts that you've stolen and your face is still scrunched up a bit from cove's movement which makes him settle down.

cove reaches to stroke your cheek, running his hand over your hair and he admires the way your face relaxes from the touch...

he feels like kicking and screaming right now, now looking at his ring(s) and remembering that you're married and you're his and he's yours and...

he's going to bawl his eyes out again.

so instead of crying and watching you until you wake up, which definitely won't be for another hour or more at least, he slowly untangles himself from you and the sheets.

it kills him a bit to do so, wanting nothing more than to be close to you every second of the day but he also wants to make you feel special today. he also can't stay in bed that long, he's too much of a busybody to do that..

so when you finally wake up, after much struggle and a lot of stretching, you drag yourself from the bed and tame your wild hair before you find your husband.

cove is leaning on the porch overlooking the beach, a random song playing lowly on the radio that you left on last night.

he whips around when you tug open the sliding door and abandons his orange juice to pull you into his arms and cove's rocking you two back n forth, kissing your jaw and cheek and he's holding your hand and compliments you.

"you look so pretty..."

"nice ring, your husband is really lucky." he says it with a smirk and you both laugh.

when he finally snaps out of his daze, totally bewitched by the warmth of the sun, view of the beach accompanied by the sound of waves and the way you lean into him had cove in a trance.

he leads you over to the kitchen where he insists you sit and watch while he makes breakfast.

in the end, you do end up spending most the day at the beach house. so when lee shoots a series of text asking about your day and if you did anything, you respond with a picture of you two buried in the blankets and a christmas hallmark movie on the TV, you laugh at her spam about how you should be enjoying the sand and waves instead of a out of season movie and respond with a meme.

the next day you spend a lot of it outside, and i even imagine you rent a boat to take out for the day or smth like that and it reminds you of when lee took you all out on a boat, but this time it was just the 2 of you

let me just say.. everyone even 5 miles away can tell you're on your honeymoon

cove is always looking at you

whether its to see how you react to a good joke

or you're telling a story and he's watching in admiration at your mannerisms while you speak

or you're at the booth ordering ice cream for the both of you

or even better, he's trying his best to capture you imagine as you walk back to him, squeezing out your slip/coverup that blew away and you laugh at him for capturing this moment instead of helping you.

"stop laughing! haha, it's not funny! *swats at him with the coverup* im taking your shirt to cover up with!"

many many pictures and videos of your honeymoon. they're mostly of you

or your shared favorite:

you're on top of cove and his eyes are closed so he doesn't notice you're recording him.

"you've gotten more tan. y'know that reminds me of when we were kids, you had such bad tan lines!" you laugh, the camera shaking.

he squints at you, squeezing your hips when he realizes you're recording him. "i did not."

"you did, i saw it. you had different tan lines from your shorts!" you tease loudly and giggle, thinking about the varying darkness of teenage-cove's tan lines because of how some of his swim shorts and pants hung lower than the other bottoms he'd wear.

cove jumps up a bit, laughing as he sputtered. "you saw that?!"

"yeah! you were the one with your v-line hanging out all the time, mister "i don't like wearing layers'!"

his look is full of love, and so is cove's hands running up and down your hips and back. but he's still smug when he says it and the wide smirk on his face makes you wanna kiss it off him.

"well you were the one looking, i didn't hear any complaints.."

you hit his shoulder, "you're so smug, you brat!", the camera shaking from your laughter.

cove is very handsy during this time

something about being married now has him seeking you out and keeping some form of contact between you

whether its holding hands, locking arms, or kissing you in public

he's always pulling you into him, wrapping a arm around your waist...

but when you're at the beach house.. well i hope you keep the curtains closed for the most part especially in the bedroom because clothes are pretty optional/limited during your honeymoon

usually cove's sex drive is pretty average, or low (i feel like at this point his drive matches yours but it's always a little lower depending on how high yours is, but thats for a different post okok)

so it surprises you how.. horny he is

he surprises himself too honestly

but he just wants to be close to you so bad!

you look so beautiful, and so happy... and now you're married and its like when he was a teenager all over again

the sun is coming through the windows, warming up your naked back.

you hum, enjoying the warmth and you feel the bed shift and now there's lips on your forehead, and cove's hand is running up and down your spine, rubbing soothingly across your shoulders.

"g'morning, y/n..." cove's gravely voice sends a shiver down your spine. "mmm, hi.." you tilt your head to the side, letting him kiss your cheek and the back of your neck.

you peak at him, still sleepy but enjoying the warmth and attention. you try to stretch your body, stretching out your legs and with how cove is leaned over you, your butt brushes against him and makes him gasp, his fingers squeezing your shoulder reflexively.

"at least let me brush my teeth..." you laugh, sitting up and after a second of looking at your clothes on the floor, you grab the robe on the chair beside you and lazily wrap it around you and shuffle to the bathroom.

cove is looking at you, you can feel his gaze and the second you disappear behind the door you hear him shuffling around before he comes behind you, dressed in nothing. cove didn't walk around naked often, only if he was walking around your bedroom finding his clothes for the day, but man was it a treat.

he wraps his arms around you, his hand rubbing your stomach and the other is wandering.

"c'mere..." you mumble, grabbing cove's toothbrush and sitting on the counter to brush his teeth for him. he lets you, and you laugh throughout the process because its a funny thing to do but you get through it and he spits in the other sink beside you before he picks you up and carries you back to bed.

on your way back to the bed, your lips find his shoulder and you add onto the array of marks already bloomed on his neck.

cove lays you down on the bed, shuffling your bodies closer to the pillows, tugging off your robe as you fumble around and throwing it somewhere. you're definitely making him clean up the room after this, but first..

you bring him in, letting your tongues tangle together and cove stretches his arm, looking for the lube and a rubber.

"ah-" cove sits up, and he looks back at you sheepishly. "there's no more.. um..."

you grin, already looking forward to cove's reaction. "that's okay. just fuck me raw, won't be the last time. right, covey?" you tangle your fingers in the sheets and get comfortable while you watch it sink in.

it isn't the first time, but fuck it always turns cove on and it makes him impossibly horny.

cove curses and he moves down, pushing your legs up and he kisses your inner thighs, sucking on the skin very close to your cunt that his cheek brushes against you and you whine, your hands finding his hair.

cove teases you a bit more, but he's teasing himself too so his mouth happily finds your cunt, grinning at the way you jump when his tongue runs over your sensitive clit.

even though cove ran a pleasurable train over you last night, your cunt sensitive but still pulsing with need.

your leg is shaking in cove's hold, his hand holding up one of your legs to give him easy access to your wet cunt but he happily lets your other leg shake on his shoulder, your foot bumping against his side and toes curling as he thrusts his tongue in and out your twitching insides.

he kept tongue-fucking you, his thumb petting your clit and he mumbled praises against your cunt as you came, your slick pooling on his tongue.

you buried your face in the pillow, always left twitching after cove sucks your soul from your body. you peak at cove spreading the lube on your sexes, lining himself up and sinking into you.

"ah fuck..."

cove looks so attractive like this, sunlight streaming in through the sheer curtains and leaned over you, shaded by the broad expanse of his torso and caged between his arms.

"cove!" your nails dig into his shoulders, your mouth falling open with a sharp moan when cove snaps his hips, burying himself inside you.

cove tucks his head into your shoulder, both of you panting and pulling each other closer even though the air between you two is balmy and hot.

"i'm gonna move..." cove kisses your jaw, tearing himself away from you to show you his flushed face. you whine when cove picks up your lower body, stuffing a pillow under you and the movement makes his tip bump your insides.

cove throws your legs over his shoulders and grips your hips in his hands, kissing your ankle that has your anklet hanging on it.

you throw your head back and moan loudly, cove starting a rough pace from the beginning.

you're so sensitive from last night, and cove abusing your insides again has tears coming to your eyes. "oh fuck! please, cove-"

you reach for him and cove offers his hand and intertwines it with yours. you don't know exactly what you're asking for, for him to be more gentle? a kiss? for cove to fuck you harder?

you just want more of him, to be closer, to be one with him...

"its okay, that's it.. good girl." cove shushes you, putting his free hand by your head to lean over you, your legs almost flush with your chest as cove practically mounts you.

something about the sharpness of cove's eyes and his flushed face makes you want to mess with him, so you bring his hand up to your mouth, wrapping your fingers around his tattooed wrist and sucking on his middle and ring finger.

cove groans, watching the way your tongue slides around his wedding band(s). "you.." cove pushes on your tongue, thrusting his hips up to bump against the spongy spot deep inside your cunt.

your eyes roll into the back of your head when cove picks up the pace again, his hips rolling back and slamming against your butt hard, making your body bounce, pushing his cock deeper against your walls.

while you're moaning and crying out so sweetly, cove squeeze's his hand between your bodies to rub your clit, the proximity of your bodies not leaving much room for anything more than tight circles against the poor sensitive nub.

"cove.." you huff, feeling your cunt gush more slick and adding to the wet, loud squelching. "cove, kiss me, please. oh fuck- oh fu-" cove's lips cut off your mindless babbles, muffling yours and his loud moans as he fucks you with shallow thrusts.

he breaks apart, panting and stealing small kisses in between his sentence. "i'm- *kiss* oh god- i'm gonna *kiss, kiss* cum.."

you whimper and hook your shaking leg around cove's back, the overstimulation makes you want to pull away but you're so close and you want cove to make you cum, and to finish with you. to finish inside you.

"cum inside!" your nails scratch down his back. "please, cum, cum inside-"

cove whines into your neck, the rhythm of his thrusts falling apart as he comes closer to finishing. he rubs faster circles on your clit, and when your fingers drag down his back as you cum, cove's hips push your body deeper into the bed as he fills your cunt with his thick cum.

he leans lifelessly over your body, panting into your neck and pressing kisses into your shoulder as he sits up to give you a kiss.

"i'll..i'll run us a bath, okay?" cove smiles dozily, stroking your hips. you blink, trying to regain your vision from your orgasm.

"and carrying me to the bath!" cove nods at that, accepting the fact he's basically rendered your legs useless for the morning. "and you're making breakfast too." you grin at him. "its punishment."

cove kisses your cheeks. "mm, trying out new methods?" cove teases.

you smack his arm and push him away, breath hitching when he pulls out.

cove watches out his cum starts to leak from your poor, twitching cunt and before he can get any bright ideas you put your foot on his shoulder and nudge him. "stop looking!" you tug the sheets over you and cove gets up with a sheepish laugh. "okay, okay!"

is very very whipped for you

does anything n everything you ask the whole trip

when he goes out and it comes up somehow, he'll tell anyone and everyone he's on his honeymoon w his lovely spouse <3

if you do any underwater activities like snorkeling or smth, you're holding hands underwater <333

yes you hold hands everywhere you go, he's so in love with you he just has to be close to you

if you're not holding hands than he's trailing very close behind you or you're at least wearing his shirt

MATCHING OUTFITS

every young person is ither inspired by your relationship or is sick of seeing you at the beach, go HOME

the old people love you and talk your ear off in the middle of the store, telling you stories of their marriages and tips on how to have a long happy marriage

when you tell them you're childhood friends/lovers though they laugh and tell you you already have it down then since you've known each other so long!

when you finally get on the plane to go home, i hope you rmbr to get some foundation or at least tell cove to wear his hair down and a t-shirt instead of a tank top because his neck and back/shoulders are Marked Up

liz and lee tease you about how glowy and refreshed you look <3

cove is very flustered if any of your friends or family see any marks or scratches

or even worse if someone asks if you had a good wedding night, etec

if you want to have kids n give birth, liz also jokes that shes too young to be a grandma for real (you sputter n tell her you and cove arent her kids n shes exaggerating!!)

[d6volution]

Ringmaster.

Rating: Explicit.

Caine/Reader. | Fem aligned reader.

tags: fingering, body modification, aphrodisiacs.

minors dni.

Chapter 1: Escapades.

It had been about a week since you showed up, well got stuck in this digital world. Instead of wallowing in your bedroom, you decided to take a walk towards the digital lake. Trying to recreate the feeling of getting 'fresh air.'' For a moment you actually felt.. at ease until a bustling voice startled you. 

"Gooood morning, Y/N!" Caine said, a little too loudly for your liking. "I hope you got all the artificial sleep you needed, because you and I are going on a very special adventure today!" Caine was floating next to you, as you hadn't stopped walking. 

His announcer voice was definitely more overwhelming and somehow louder in the early hours of the morning. "Wait.. us? What kind of adventure?" The words just clicked, he doesn't.. usually go on adventures with you all. 

"Worry not my dear, that's exactly where we're going now!" He exclaimed and twirled his baton until it was facing you for added dramatic effect. He wrapped his arm around your waist and much like during the tour on your first day, he yanked you into the tent in mere seconds. But in a more secluded section of the brightly colored building. 

You were dizzy and holding your head as your feet were somehow on the ground now. "Wh.. Wha.." 

What you didn't notice until your dizzy spell faded was the heaviness to your chest and .. other strange feeling in parts of your body you hadn't felt before. Your once "normal" body ... well— in the digital sense at least, was closer to humans now. You still had the same outfit, but now it was filled out with sizely breasts among other things. 

"Caine.. what is this..? What the [censor!] did you do!?" 

"Now now, what did I say about such foul language? And that my sweet little, Y/N is all going to be explained .... Right now!" He spun into the air, raising his hands to keep the dramatics up to par.

"You see, your giddy old ring master here needs entertainment of his own don't you agree!? So you will be that entertainment! And don't you worry your pretty little head, I'll even give you a head start!" 

He said and snapped his fingers, and just then you felt a strange sensation course through your body, it caused your knees to buckle and body to grow immensely hot. "W.. What's going on..." You muttered, feeling heat grow between your legs and nipples growing hard against your clothes. 

Caine was staring for a moment, watching you fall apart at the snap of his fingers.

He cleared his throat, "Now this should be very simple and might I say fun too! Just keep your body satiated and satisfied and the effects still eventually wear off!" 

"S.. Satisfied.. you can't mean.." He wanted you to masturbate!? 

"Oh , but I mean it my dear! Now chop chop!" He waved his baton and a floating chair appeared, just a few feet above the ground. Caine sat down and watched. 

"You can't be s-serious.. ! I can't do that while you're.. watching!" You felt extremely self conscious , but just as he said your body was becoming increasingly hot and the urge to touch yourself only grew with every passing second. Your mind was clouding with lust and your better judgement was flying out the window. 

"If I don't watch how else am I supposed to keep tally off everytime you climax my dear? It's very important to keep count!" As he spoke a chalkboard appeared next to him, also seamlessly floating in the air. 

"Oh! Perhaps it'd be better if we had more company?? I could invite Zooble! Or even Jax!" He exclaimed, speaking as if this was the most normal thing in the world. 

"N.. No, no!" You had to save yourself from further humiliation. You looked up, and Caine wasn't in his chair anymore.

Suddenly you felt two hands groping your chest from behind, and you yelped in surprise. Unfortunately whatever Caine did to your body was having such a strong effect that you were melting into his hands. 

"See? Was that so hard dear! You just needed a little push is all!" Caine spoke from behind you, without hesitation he slipped his hand up your shirt and groped your bare breasts instead, pinching at your nipple which made your knees weak. 

"C.. Caine, sensitive..!" You whined, grabbing his arm, but he didn't stop.

"That's the point im afraid! Perhaps if you started sooner you wouldn't as sensitive but! Now that I think about it I prefer it this way!" He laughed , the sound reverberating throughout the room. 

Your hand seemed to move on its own, trailing towards your cunt that was already leaking. You stuck your hands in your pants and began to rub gentle circles onto your clit, it was so sensitive that your own legs closed around your hand. "Please..hha.." 

Your noises were like music to his ears, causing him to 'accidentally' pull at one of your nipples rather hard, causing you to yelp and jolt in his arms. 

"Whoops! Sorry my dear, seems my hands have a mind of their own today!" 

He could see your hand disappearing into your pants, sensing how gentle you were being with yourself seemed to make him just a little.. agitated. "Now now, you'll have to do better than that!" One of his hands pulled itself from your shirt and instead yanked your hand from your pants. Replacing it with his own. 

You were too deep in this cloud of lust, and body subsequently too weak to fight back against his advances.. not like you really wanted to anymore.— 

"Ah, here we are!" He stuck two fingers inside of your wet cunt, and they slipped in with ease. He didn't take his time and immediately pumped them in and out at a rapid pace. Behind that jolly visage was an incredibly impatient man it seems. 

"C.. Caine, Caine..! Hhaa! Please!" You whined and babbled out as he mercilessly fingered your hungry cunt. 

"That's my name, don't wear it out my dear! Now how about a third?" He added another finger, stretching your cunt out deliciously on his fingers. Yet you still took it with ease, and after a few more pumps your body got tense, knees buckling as you cried out in pleasure. 

"You made quite the mess I'm afraid!" He commented and slowly removed his fingers from your cunt, running his big tongue along his dirtied fingers.

"Caine.. finished now..?" You said, leaning against him for support. And he held you firm enough that you wouldn't fall.

"Of course not dear! The tallyboard isn't here for nothing , we're just getting started after all!" He says with pure excitement and just like he said..

there was one mark on the tally board.

[chickenkurage]

A Case of a Switcheroo

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Summary: Alan and DJ find themselves in the bodies of King and Purple, chaos and confusion ensues. 

Tags: Humor, Friendship, Comedy, and most of all Chaos.

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"I can’t believe we just died again!” DJ whined, slamming a hand on his desk in disappointment. On the other side of the call, he could hear Alan screaming his life out as he was killed yet again. “No more, my heart can’t take this any longer,” Alan said as they both popped out of the lobby. “No way, Al, we were so close to winning!” DJ said, pouting.

“I was close to winning, you died first,” Alan added as he spun his character around DJ’s.

DJ let out a laugh, “Okay, true, true, but it was a blunder on my part, that's why I died.” “I died to a banana, DJ. There’s nothing more disappointing than that,” Alan retorted with a giggle. “Okay, okay, it was a bad run first of all, so it was better that we died an early death. How about we go again?” DJ suggested, hearing Alan hum on the other end.

“Dinner is already pretty close, man. Sooner or later, Kaori will be calling me down,” Alan said. “Pleaseeee, just one more game. I promise it’ll be fast,” DJ whined, as Alan let out a defeated sigh. “Fine, one last game. If I die, I'll be leaving right away,” Alan moaned as they moved their avatars towards an elevator.

Not before he sees DJ stop, causing him to exit the elevator again.

“Hey, what’s the hold up?” Alan asked, as he watched DJ’s avatar move towards the other side of the lobby. “Look, look! I think it’s a new mode,” DJ said as he stopped in front of an orange and purple door.

"Huh, never knew there was a new update on Doors," Alan muttered, a symbol “0/2” appeared when they walked a little closer. He heard DJ hum as well, “Me neither. Should we try this, or do we do the normal one?” DJ asked. “Ah, I don't know. I never knew this was a thing. Maybe?” Alan said, moving his head to the side in an unsure manner.

“Ok, hold on. Let me just search the internet to see if there's actually a new update,” DJ said. “Go ahead,” Alan responded, tapping his fingers on his desk as he heard DJ swipe around his phone, listening to the small tap-tap of his keyboard.

“Weird, nothing is showing here,” DJ hummed as he scrolled around his phone before eventually placing it back on his desk and clapping his hands together.

“Secret door!” Alan cheered as he moved his avatar to the door, the sign saying “1/2.” “Let’s do it,” DJ said excitedly as he also moved his avatar inside the door. “Let’s go. I think we're the first ones to try this out, DJ,” Alan giggled, before tilting his head in confusion when his screen slowly turned purple.

��Uhh, is the screen purple to you, or is it just me?” Alan asked, trying to tab out of the game but to no avail.

“Mine's orange. I can’t leave the game. Is my PC gonna crash?” DJ groaned as he too tried to tab out of the game. “Same here,” Alan muttered as he tried to click his Windows key, the purple screen still staying. “Alan, uh, I think—” DJ mumbled something inaudible, causing Alan to press a hand on his headphones.

“What again? Can you repeat that?” Alan asked, before his vision started to blur, causing him to groan. “What?” Alan groaned, placing a hand on his head, his eyes closing in pain.

“Wh-what?” Alan mumbled as he let out a pained moan, not before feeling a loud thump in front of him. “What the hell?” Someone screamed right in front of him, causing Alan’s eyes to snap open, expecting to see his PC in front of him. Instead, he found himself sprawled on the floor in some weird cartoon house.

“Oh my god!” Alan screamed as he stared at the orange stick figure in front of him who was shaking. “Who are you!? You look weird!” The orange stick said, pointing a hand at him, not before noticing his hands looked like nubs. “Who are you?!” Alan screams as he stands up, stumbling, causing him to look down on his legs, only to see two smooth purple legs underneath him, Oh god he has no feet!

Alan screamed again and grabbed his feet in panic. “What happened to my foot?” Alan yells, in front of him the orange stick placed his hands on his face and felt his round head. “Oh my god” The orange stick said, not before turning to Alan and grabbing his face.

“Al?” The orange stick asked, as Alan let out a yelp at the sudden closeness. “Y-yes?” Alan meekly said, leaning away. “Al! It’s DJ! Oh my god, you look horrifying!” DJ said, grabbing Alan’s shoulder and turning him around to check the back of his head before facing DJ again.

“DJ! Oh thank god,” Alan cried and embraced the tall stick. “Oh my god, where is your face, Al? I don’t know if this is the back of your head or your front,” DJ mumbled, sounding extremely horrified as he hugged Alan back.

“I think that’s my back. I have no eyes, but I can see you properly,” Alan said, leaning back from their hug and patting his face. “Oh my god, my face is gone, DJ, I LOST MY FACE!” Alan cried as he slapped his cheeks.

In front of him, DJ started patting his stomach. “I think I'm dreaming, but it's weird that you’re here,” DJ said, turning back to Alan, who was busy shaking in fear.

“D-d-dreaming? R-r-right, I must b-be dreaming,” Alan stuttered, wrapping his arms around himself and looking around, taking notice of the place. They looked like they were standing in the living room. The place looked slightly messy, but overall it looked like it had been lived in by someone recently.

“Uhm, wait,” DJ said, punching Alan in the shoulder, causing him to yelp and cry out. “What the heck, DJ?!” Alan exclaimed, grabbing his shoulder and giving him an offended look, or at least it looked offended. Because technically, they don’t have any faces as of now.

“We’re not dreaming. Oh god, what was the last thing you remember, Al?” DJ said, placing his hands on Alan’s shoulder.

“We were playing Doors, and we found that weird door that was purple and orange,” Alan said, grabbing DJ’s arms tightly, his legs shaking. “Oh my god, Alan, I think we're deported into the stick dimension. Quick, we gotta call your kids!” DJ said, looking around for a telephone or at least a phone.

“Wo-woah, hold on, I don’t know if they have phones!” Alan cried out as DJ moved away from him, looking around the house and moving the furniture around to find a phone. “They should have, right? I mean, you said they can get out of your PC, so they have to have one, right?” DJ said, letting out a happy cheer as he saw a phone between the couch cushions.

“Uhh, I'm not sure, haha,” Alan rubbed the back of his head awkwardly as he approached DJ, peering over his shoulder and watching him try to navigate through the phone. “How the—” DJ said, waving his hand in confusion before punching the phone in confusion.

“Stick figures don’t have fingers,” Alan pointed out, as he too looked at his hands and wiggled them in confusion.

“Oh damn it all!” DJ cursed, bringing the phone up in anger and preparing to throw it on the floor.

Just then, a knock on the door made them both flinch. Alan quickly ducked behind DJ, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards a random door to hide. “Someone’s here!” Alan whispered-yelled as he tugged DJ back, attempting to drag him to safety.

“Wait! What if it’s important? Who knows if they could help us,” DJ turned to Alan, who shook his head furiously. “No, no, no, I don’t trust anyone here, man. Let’s just hide,” Alan whimpered, tugging at DJ again, but DJ stood firm, staring at the door.

“Okay, you stay there, and I'll open the door. If something happens, just hide,” DJ ordered. Alan grabbed his head in panic as DJ gently pulled his hands away and walked towards the front door. “Wait! Hold on—” Alan said as DJ opened the door.

“King! I-I thought you weren’t here!” Green yelped, beside him were the others and Second looking surprised. “Uhhh, I am now? Wait—” DJ said as he squinted his eyes(?) and scanned the stick figures. They look familiar, DJ thought, before feeling Alan squeeze out the door beside him, looking excited.

“Second! Oh my god, you—you guys are here!” Alan exclaimed, surprising the gang and Second. “Purple! Uhhh, of course we’re here? You invited us to come a day ago,” Second said, scratching his head and starting to count in his head, wondering if they got the wrong date somehow.

“H-huh? Uh, no, no, we're not King or Purple. It’s DJ and Alan,” DJ said, patting his chest and Alan’s shoulder.

They all fell silent, turning to each other before looking back at DJ and Alan. “What?!” They all yelled.

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“So you guys are telling me, you both got sent here… through Roblox?” Yellow asked, in front of him sat King and Purple—wait no, it was apparently Alan and… DJ, whoever the other guy is.

“Yes, that, perfect, you are pretty smart,” DJ said, clapping his hands together as Alan laughed beside him. “Wha- huh?” Yellow stammered, “So where’s the real Purple and King then?” Green asked, placing a hand under his chin.

“We don’t know,” Alan said, scratching his head and shrugging. “I’d assume if we manage to get out of here, they would feel as if they just woke up from a really long nap,” DJ said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “I hope so,” Alan mumbled, hoping there wasn’t some random teenager running around using his body in the human world.

“I think so too. Hold on, let me write this down. This had never happened before! Tell me what you guys have been doing before this all happened,” Yellow demanded, pulling out his book and quill from his inventory and started jotting down what was said earlier.

"Uhh, we were playing Doors and we kind of lost, then after that, we were back in the lobby and we found a really weird door that was glowing purple and orange, and we entered," DJ said. "Uh-huh, after that, our screens froze. Mine had the color purple in it, and DJ had orange. I got dizzy midway and closed my eyes. And after that, I'm suddenly here," Alan added.

He turned towards DJ, who nodded furiously. "Same, I was really dizzy, and all of a sudden, I'm standing in a weird-looking room and I saw you, then that’s that," DJ added, turning towards Yellow, who was writing down in his book at a fast speed.

“Does that mean you both aren't gonna be able to leave?” Second asked, still in awe that his creator was in front of him in person. Though it was kind of weird hearing Alan’s voice in Purple’s body, it didn't really matter that much anyway. It was awesome to be able to talk to your own creator in person rather than just typing things out.

“I hope not, I don’t want to just suddenly take this kid's ability to use his own body,” Alan said, shaking his head. “And besides, I have a life outside,” he added. “Yeah, same, it's so weird to be in this body. Like, do I even have organs here?” DJ looked at his stomach and patted it. “I actually have no idea either,” Blue said, taking a look at his stomach.

“Huh, that’s a really good point,” Red added, also examining his arms and stomach. “Scary,” Green mumbled, hugging his stomach, feeling slightly queasy.

“There, okay, maybe I can create some device to send you guys back, but we need you back at the PC,” Yellow said, tapping his book before shutting it close and throwing it back inside his inventory.

“Sure, it’s no problem. But how do we do that?” DJ asked, watching Green stand up from the couch and walk over to the side, kicking a trapdoor open. “You guys have your own portal; we can walk over the portal that leads to Alan’s PC,” Blue said, following after Green who had already climbed down.

“Sick!” DJ cheered, standing up and grabbing Alan’s arm before dragging him towards the trapdoor and climbing down, with Alan and the others following after him.

“Wow, this is all underneath this small house, huh?” Alan said as he looked around before stopping as Green flicked a lever in front of a Minecraft portal. “Yup, I'm not sure how he made this, but he’s a really strange guy,” Second giggled behind his hands as he let Yellow pass him and jumped inside the portal.

“What do you mean by that?” Alan asked as he watched DJ tap Green on the shoulder and say something to him before they both jumped inside the portal. “Oh man, it's a really long story. I can tell you on the way,” Second said, grabbing Alan’s wrist gently and pulling him inside the portal.

"Sure—woah," Alan stopped as he stared at the red blocks, the sounds of crackling fire and boiling lava filling the air. "Wow, it’s— it’s hot," Alan chuckled awkwardly as he peered over and saw a sea of lava underneath, causing him to yelp and stumble back towards Second’s chest.

“You good?” Second asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. Alan nodded shakily, “Yeah, good. This is so scary. I don’t play Minecraft much, but it wasn't this terrifying and hot the last time I played it,” Alan joked, chuckling as they followed after the others.

Beside him, Second giggled. “Yeah, it’s really cool here. Minecraft made things much easier,” he said, turning towards Alan, who was wiping his face tiredly. “Yeah?” Alan said, turning towards Second and panting.

In front of them, DJ turned towards Alan and Second. “Uh, guys, hold on,” DJ said as everyone halted, turning towards Alan, who was stumbling. “Yeah, okay, he’s about to pass out,” DJ said, rushing towards Alan, who fell down, and DJ easily caught him in his arms.

“Alan!” Everyone yelled in panic as they crowded around DJ and Alan, who was moaning in pain, the heat making everything hot, dizzying, and most of all sticky. “Okay, back up, Alan is just not good with the heat,” DJ said, waving a hand as he held Alan, who was shaking his head and placing a hand over his face.

“I think I'm about to puke,” Alan said as they all yelped and took a step back.

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"Thanks guys, I'm sorry for puking on your leg, DJ," Alan groaned as he sat inside a tub of cold water, slumping down as he watched Yellow use his staff to clean the mess on DJ’s legs. “Yeah, it’s fine, don’t worry,” DJ chuckled as he went towards Alan and splashed some water on Alan’s face.

“I didn’t know he couldn't handle heat well,” Green admitted, his face red in embarrassment as he watched DJ splash more water on Alan’s face, the latter only letting out a groan. “I'm really sorry, guys. I didn’t think I would actually get sick,” Alan moaned again, moving his hand to splash more water on his face.

“Here!” Second exclaimed as he rushed back, towels in his hands as Alan carefully stepped out of the tub, shaking the water off his arms awkwardly, making him look like a wiggling noodle.

“Woah, do that again,” DJ said as Alan wiggled his arm and yelped. “Yeah, that happens,” Red said, doing the same thing with his arm, causing DJ and Alan to lean closer in interest.

Before Second placed a towel over Alan’s head, pulling both edges and started making sawing motions, causing Alan to splutter before eventually accepting that Second was drying him off.

DJ giggled at the scene before turning to Red and wiggling his arms. “Oh man, this is so cool, Al. It almost makes me want to stay here,” DJ whined as Alan stumbled away from Second, finally dry.

“DJ, don't forget the fact that we're just borrowing these bodies,” Alan rubbed the back of his head awkwardly before freezing as he watched a pig walk towards him.

“I think Rueben likes you—ah,” Red said, as Reuben hit Alan’s knees, causing the purple stick to flip on his back and cry out.

“Welp,” DJ scratched his head and turned to Red, who looked absolutely horrified as he watched Reuben bite Alan’s face.

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Wet cat Alan once more , anyways, this has been stuck underneath all these fanfictions that i have not posted (mostly had forgotten that i had written it) and i just remembered it randomly XDDD, so here ya go! Some DJ and Alan as sticks!! Tell me if you guys want more XDD, this is all pure indulgent - S

[rootedinrevisions]

In the Wings: Part 3

SUMMARY: The natural chemistry between you and Glen continues to build in subtle but meaningful ways. When Glen casually invites you to join him for lunch at a nearby food truck, you find yourself unexpectedly spending a relaxed afternoon together, where easy conversation flows and hints of something more begin to surface. Later, as a stressful, windy day on set pushes you to the edge, Glen notices your struggle and steps in to offer comfort, reminding you how appreciated you are. His small but sincere gesture leaves a lasting impression, strengthening the connection between you.

OTHER PARTS: PART 1 I PART 2

WARNINGS: None.

WORD COUNT: 1.9k

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Glen Powell (himself and the characters he's played)

Top Gun: Maverick (Hangman, Rooster, possibly others soon)

Marvel / MCU (Bucky Barnes as of now, but possibly others soon)

WWE / Wrestling

As you grabbed your bag, ready to head out for lunch with the other hair and makeup artists, there was a knock on the door. You paused for a moment, glancing over at the other girls, then back at the door. You instinctively moved to set it down, assuming somebody was coming by for a touch-up or something work-related.

Before anyone could respond, the door creaked open, and Glen stepped inside, flashing that effortless smile of his.

"Hey," he said, hands tucked casually in his pockets. "I was just about to head down the beach and grab something from this food truck everyone’s been talking about. Thought I’d see if you wanted to come with?"

You blinked in surprise, your bag slipping slightly from your hand. But lunch? You hadn't expected that. A touch-up on his hair or makeup, sure. But not lunch.

"I was actually about to head out with the girls," you said, nodding towards your friends who were already grinning and nudging each other as they packed up their things.

One of them waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, don’t worry about us. You should definitely go."

"Yeah, seriously," chimed in another. "We'll be fine. Go hang with Mr. Food Truck over here."

You could feel your cheeks warm slightly, their teasing not helping your decision-making process. You glanced back at Glen, who was now leaning casually against the doorframe, waiting patiently for your response, a light smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Are you sure?" you asked your friends, not entirely sure why you were suddenly so nervous. 

It wasn’t like you hadn’t spent time with Glen before, but this felt… different.

"Absolutely. We’ll catch you later," one of them insisted, practically pushing you toward the door with an exaggerated wink. The girls’ playful encouragement was impossible to ignore, and you gave them a sheepish smile as you turned back to Glen.

"Looks like I’m in," you said, trying to sound casual as you slung your bag over your shoulder. 

Glen’s smile widened as he pushed open the door for you to step through.

"Awesome. Let’s go," he said, motioning for you to follow him outside. 

As the two of you made your way toward the beach, you could hear the muffled giggles of your friends from inside the trailer.

As you and Glen made your way down the sandy path towards the beach, the breeze carried a light saltiness in the air, and the sound of waves crashing against the shore mixed with the faint murmur of people in the distance. The sun wasn’t harsh yet, just a comfortable warmth that seemed to reflect the ease between the two of you. You glanced at Glen, who walked beside you with an easy stride, his hands casually tucked in his pockets.

“So,” you began, deciding to break the silence, “is this food truck really that good? Or are you just hyping it up because you need someone to share the disappointment with?”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Oh, it’s good. Trust me. I don’t joke about food, especially when I’m the one making the recommendation.”

“Alright, I’ll hold you to that,” you teased. “But if it’s not as good as you say, I’m never letting you live it down.”

Glen raised an eyebrow. “Deal. But when it turns out to be incredible, I’ll expect a full apology. Maybe a handwritten letter.”

You rolled your eyes, grinning. “You’re not getting a letter, Powell. At best, you’ll get a shrug and a ‘fine, it’s okay.’”

The two of you exchanged playful banter as you neared the food truck, the line not too long but bustling enough to add to the lively atmosphere. 

Glen ordered first, then stepped back, watching as you read the small chalkboard menu. “Go ahead and order whatever you want,” he said casually, “my treat.”

You gave him a look, raising an eyebrow. “Trying to buy my forgiveness ahead of time, huh?”

“Just being polite,” he replied with a shrug, though the smirk on his face said otherwise. You shook your head, but didn’t argue, stepping up to order your food.

A few minutes later, with your meals in hand, Glen led you down toward a quieter spot on the beach. He kicked off his shoes and gestured to a space just far enough from the water to avoid the rising tide but close enough to hear the gentle crash of waves.

“Here good?” he asked, glancing at you for confirmation.

You nodded, sitting down and adjusting yourself on the soft sand. Glen settled beside you, stretching his legs out in front of him and balancing his food container on his lap.

For a few moments, you both sat in comfortable silence, focusing on your food. The sounds of the beach washed over you, and the sun glittered off the waves. It was one of those rare moments where nothing felt rushed, where you could just sit and enjoy the simplicity of it all.

“So,” Glen said between bites, “you think you’ll be working on a lot of big sets after this?”

You glanced at him, considering the question. “I mean, that would be nice, but it depends. This gig’s definitely been the biggest so far, but I try not to think too far ahead. You never know with this industry.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah, that’s true. It’s kind of like that on our side too, you know? You could be riding high on one film, and then nothing for months. But something tells me you’ll be busy. You’re really good at what you do.”

His tone was genuine, not the teasing or lighthearted vibe you’d gotten used to. You paused for a second, taking in his words, then gave him a small smile. “Thanks. I don’t usually hear that directly from the actors, so I’ll take it.”

“Well, consider me the first of many,” he said, his voice soft but sincere. He took a sip of his drink, his gaze shifting from the ocean to you for a moment, holding your eyes just a second longer than you expected. It was a brief, almost imperceptible moment, but it left a faint flutter in your chest.

The conversation flowed easily from there—lighthearted, playful, filled with shared stories and a few inside jokes. It was comfortable, and as the sun dipped lower in the sky, you found yourself not wanting the moment to end. There was something easy about being around Glen, something that didn’t feel forced or overdone.

After you finished your meals, the two of you stayed seated on the sand, watching the waves roll in. You could feel the faintest hint of something lingering beneath the surface—an unspoken connection that was becoming harder to ignore. But neither of you pushed it, neither of you addressed it outright.

Instead, you sat together in that quiet space, the gentle breeze brushing past, and let the moment be exactly what it was. It was enough—for now.

* * * *

The following week on set was a rough one. The wind had been relentless all morning. Every time you thought you’d finished touching up one actor’s hair, another gust of wind would come through and undo all your efforts. Between rushing from one trailer to the next and trying to juggle all the touch-ups while keeping a smile on your face, you were starting to feel like you were barely keeping up.

By the time the afternoon rolled around, the weight of the day was pressing down on you. The momentary breaks you’d been hoping for never seemed to come, and now you were back on set with your hands full of hairspray and a comb, trying to tame Glen’s wind-tossed hair for what felt like the tenth time.

He sat in the chair in front of you, wearing his flight suit, waiting patiently as you worked. But even through the focus of your task, you could feel his eyes on you. Normally, you’d crack a joke or chat, but today, you just didn’t have it in you. You were too focused on trying to get his hair right despite the elements.

“Everything okay?” Glen asked softly, breaking the silence. 

His tone was different from normal—it was gentle and concerned.

You gave a quick, dismissive smile, not wanting to draw attention to your exhaustion. “Yeah, I’m good. Just a little tired.”

But Glen wasn’t buying it. His eyes studied your face as you continued to comb through his hair. “You sure? You seem a little... off.”

You paused for a moment, glancing at him through the strands of hair you were fixing. Part of you wanted to shrug it off, to keep pushing through the day without letting anyone know how much it was getting to you. But Glen’s genuine concern made you hesitate.

“I’m fine,” you said, though your voice lacked the usual energy it carried. “It’s just... you know, the wind’s doing a number on everyone’s hair, and I feel like I’m putting out fires nonstop.”

Glen nodded as if he understood exactly what you meant. “Yeah, it’s been pretty brutal out here. But hey, you’ve been handling it like a pro.”

You finished with his hair, stepping back and giving it one last check before capping your hairspray. 

“Thanks,” you said, managing a small smile. “Just trying to keep everyone looking their best.”

Glen stood up from the chair, and before you could step away, he reached out and pulled you into a brief, warm hug. It wasn’t a grand gesture or anything that would draw attention from the rest of the crew, but it was enough to make you pause. His arm wrapped around your shoulder, offering a sense of comfort you hadn’t realized you needed.

“You’re doing a great job,” he murmured softly, his voice close to your ear. “Just so you know.”

It was a small thing, but it hit you harder than you expected. You felt seen—all the effort you’d been putting in, and that moment of kindness washed over you like a breath of fresh air. You hadn’t realized just how much you needed to hear those words until they left his mouth.

When Glen pulled back, there was a quiet, understanding smile on his face, and for a second, you felt like everything was okay again. The wind was still blowing, the work was still piling up, but somehow it all felt a little more manageable.

“Thanks,” you said softly, your voice carrying more sincerity than before. “I really needed that.”

Glen just winked, a playful glint returning to his eyes. “Anytime. Just don’t tell the rest of the cast—I can’t have them expecting hugs every time they need a pick me up.”

You laughed, feeling a little lighter as you gathered your things. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

As Glen walked away, you watched him go with a newfound appreciation for the way he had managed to lift your spirits. It wasn’t anything grand or over the top, but it was enough to keep you going for the rest of the day. Sometimes, all it took was a small moment like that to remind you that you weren’t just invisible behind the scenes—you were seen, and you mattered.

[sunnysidesevenup]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THIS MENACE TO SOCIETYYYYY. TILLY I LOVE YOU

he’s 25 but here’s a foxglove fic about his 23rd birthday where I drop some random lore lmao

tag list (lemme know if you wanna be added!!): @kirexa @gimmeurmoneyagh @lallopsyou

fic under the cut! :D

“When’s your birthday, anyway?” Fellow asks. He’s not particularly interested, but he’s known Tilly for long enough that it likely should have come up by this point.

The two of them are sitting on the floor of Fellow and Gidel’s small apartment (honestly better suiting the term single room than apartment, the damn landlord a full on scammer if Fellow does say so himself). They’ve each got a coat in their hands, sewing supplies spread across the floor as they carefully repair holes in the fabric. It had finally gotten cold enough that they could no longer simply layer clothing, and thus the yearly time to sew up clothes is upon them. Tilly, since he’s there often enough, is obviously required to help—while Gidel gets to happily draw in the corner.

Said man hums to himself, swaying back and forth a bit while he sews, tongue stuck out in concentration. “Dunno.” Tilly finally says.

“How do you not know?” Fellow scoffs.

“Well, I don’t have parents or anything like that! So how would I know?” Tilly glances up from his work, shaking his head at Fellow as if he’s disappointed. “Silly.” He scolds.

The beastman glares at him, “You told me you were 22!” He argues, affronted.

Tilly grins at him, “Hmm, yeah. It just felt right. Maybe I’m older than you, though?” His grin turns a little devious, and he tilts his head. “You’d show me more respect if I was older, right~?”

Fellow tosses one of the coats at him, hitting him in the face with it.

In typical Tilly fashion, he instantly collapses backwards, whining about being injured. Gidel, the traitor, giggles at him, while Fellow only snatches up the coat the other was repairing.

He observes the stitching, and scoffs immediately. “This is terrible.” He says, already removing the clumsy attempts.

Tilly finally pauses his dramatic whining, pulling the coat off his face but remaining laid on the ground—although he rolls sideways to better look at the man. “I’ve never sewn anything before, I was simply guessing.”

Fellow rolls his eyes, “You’re really useless on your own, you know that? How have ya’ even survived this long?”

“I’m very lucky.” Tilly says seriously.

“No, you’re not.” He shoots back. “Get up, I’m going to teach you how to do this. You’ve got to know some life skills! Ya’ can’t just live in your little fantasy world where everything goes right for you forever, you know.”

The purple haired man sits up, toxic green eyes staring widely at him. “But my fantasy world is so nice!” He coos, leaning closer to observe what Fellow is doing. Then, in a considering voice, he adds: “Although if it was a real dream world, you’d probably be wearing a maid dre—“

Fellow smacks him in the face with the coat again.

While Tilly whines from where he’s laid out on the floor once more, the beastman stares down at him with absolutely zero sympathy. “There’s no way you’re older than me when you act like that.” He states, voice dripping with condescension and annoyance.

“You’re so rude to me.”

“You deserve it, you absolute buffoon.”

Tilly sits up again, shaking his head. “How people act has nothing to do with their age, ya’ know! I could very easily be 4 years older than you and you’d never know.” He taps his chin in contemplation, a smirk crossing his face. “In fact, I think that’s what I’ll go with from now on! Please show me the respect a senior deserves.” He puts his hands on his hips, a proud look on his face as if Fellow would respond in any other way than bafflement.

“You can’t just change your age!”

“Why not? It’s not like I know when I was born in the first place.”

Fellow sputters, “Wh— No! No, I am NOT having you claim to be OLDER than me!”

“Aww,” Tilly puts a hand over his heart, his eyes widening in false sympathy. “The lovely younger man under my care seems to be struggling, how shall I help him?”

This time, Fellow forgoes the coat in favor of simply tackling Tilly to the floor. Gidel, of course, ignores them rolling around and wrestling, far too used to this behavior from the two of them.

Finally, he manages to pin Tilly down, and he contemplates using the coats to just suffocate him and end his misery already. The other man, meanwhile, just pouts at him. “This isn’t fair at all, you’re much taller than me.” He says.

“And older.” Fellow declares firmly, glaring at him. “Say it, I’m the older one.”

“Only children fight over who’s the oldest.” Tilly says, like he wasn’t just participating in exactly that.

Fellow just squeezes his pinned wrists in response, and finally the man sighs, giving in. “Alright, I’m 22.”

The beastman grins victoriously. “Good.” He says, finally moving to get off him. He suddenly stops, however, as a thought occurs to him. “Huh, wait. How do ya’ decide when you age if you don’t know your birthday?”

Tilly laughs. “Well, whenever it feels right, of course!”

“That’s a terrible way to do things.” He shoots back immediately.

“You wound me deeply, ya’ know?” The human sighs. “And from such an Honest Fellow, too! Surely you must be correct, of course.”

Once again, Fellow is reminded that he HATES Tilly saying his name. There’s just something so infuriating about it.

“Just pick a date for your birthday, and be done with it.” He growls instead, choosing not to acknowledge the goading. Nothing good ever comes from acknowledging Tilly’s taunts, he’d learned long ago.

“Hmm, maybe.” He says, but Fellow can tell from his uninterested tone that Tilly likely won’t follow his suggestion at all. It’s typical of him to ignore perfectly reasonable advice, no matter how annoying and illogical this course of action may be.

A fantasy world he lives in, truly.

Tilly’s words a few minutes ago pop into his head again, and Fellow hurriedly gets back to his sewing. Why he insists on taunting him like that specifically, he doesn’t get. Not that he gets much about the guy in the first place.

Tilly sighs, also going back to the sewing. However, he simply stares at his work for a bit, and then glances back over to Fellow. “You’re right, I’m bad at this.” He admits dejectedly, but then nigh instantly perks up. “I’ll just get you a new coat, problem solved!”

Fellow points his needle at him. “Life skills, remember? Try living in the real world, ya’ sound like some pampered rich kid.”

The man gasps, “Take that back.”

“Get to sewing, then.” He smirks at him, pointing to the stitching. “C’mon, it’s not that difficult. Even Gidel can do this.”

“Well, Gidel is much better than me at a lot of things.” Tilly states, looking over to the corner where said boy has been ignoring them. “Aren’t you?”

Gidel nods.

“At least we agree on one thing, then. Gidel is much better than you in every way.”

“Aww, you say that like you love him more than me…”

Fellow gives him a disgusted look. “I don’t love you at all, in fact.”

Tilly doesn’t seem particularly troubled by his words, not that he expected him to be.

Still, his eyes feel a bit piercing as they observe Fellow. The toxic green color had always made his gaze just a little too intense, after all. It’s almost like he’s calling him out for something, although Fellow has no idea what it could possibly be. It’s not like he was lying.

Tilly finally looks away, wandering instead over to Gidel to see what he’s drawing. Fellow debates scolding him, since he was JUST telling him to learn how to sew, but he lets it happen. They’ve got plenty of time, and he’ll just make the man be the one to go without a coat for a while as punishment.

(Whether or not this ends with Tilly roping him into sharing his own is inconsequential. He’ll make sure not to give in this time, no matter how annoying he gets or how much he begs.)

The bigger question, however, is Tilly’s birthday. Just randomly deciding when to start saying you’re a year older does sound like something the strange man would do, but just as Fellow had said, that was a truly awful system. He would never go about things like that, which is why he’s the rational one who is doing much better for himself, obviously.

So, if Tilly wouldn’t decide on a date, Fellow would. A very simple solution! He’d even get him a gift so he couldn’t protest. A full proof plan, surely—and then Tilly would be required to get Fellow something for his own birthday in compensation. A win-win, as one would say. Quite smart.

(He ignores the little voice in his head that asks why he’d even care about this in the first place. No need to think about it too hard.)

-

“There you are.”

Tilly glances over his shoulder as Fellow approaches, perched on a crate in a random alleyway. He’s got a deck of cards in his hands, and what he could possibly be doing Fellow doesn’t know. He doesn’t move from his position, simply shuffling the cards, and flashes the beastman a grin. “Pick a card!” He says, holding a splayed hand out to him.

Fellow frowns at him. “Not right now, I’ve got something for you.”

Tilly frowns right back at him, raising an eyebrow. He then reaches out a hand, his fingers sliding into Fellow’s hair. Right before the man can swat him away, he’s already pulled back, a new card in his hand. He twirls it around, and then adds it to his deck. “You’re so boring.” He says.

The beastman stares at him, wide eyed. “Don’t do that.” He tells him.

Tilly tilts his head, a sly grin on his face. “Do what?”

“You—ugh, you’re distracting me.”

“I’m distracting?” The man bats his eyelashes, and Fellow rolls his eyes.

“Here.” He says instead of acknowledging his words, and pushes a box into Tilly’s chest.

He raises an eyebrow, a confused look on his face. “What’s this? Are you proposing? Well, I suppose I can accep—

“It’s a birthday gift, you fool.” Fellow cuts him off, crossing his arms.

“….It’s my birthday?” Tilly asks.

He nods back at him, confirming. “Today’s your birthday.”

“Oh!” Tilly’s eyes light up, and he stares down at the box. “I’ve never had a proper birthday! Is it normal to propose on them?”

“It’s OBVIOUSLY not a proposal!”

The man’s lips quirk up into another smirk, an obvious indication that he’s taunting. But his attention quickly goes back to the box, a simple little thing that doesn’t even have wrapping paper or any type of decoration. He stares at it like it’s gold, and after a bit of this, Fellow begins to become uncomfortable. It’s just a cheap gift, after all.

“Go on then, open it. I don’t have all day.”

Tilly hums, acknowledging him, and sets his deck of cards aside to better look at the box. “You didn’t have to get me anything, you know.” He says, and it’s a strange thing to hear from a man who’s been known to beg strangers for a multitude of items.

“I’m not heartless. You looked so pathetic when we talked about your birthday, I just had to get you something.” Fellow says, waving away whatever weird idea Tilly might have in his head. His words don’t seem to convince him of anything though, as the way he opens the gift is almost reverent.

“Oh.” He says upon seeing the gift.

It’s a cheap pair of gloves, probably not the quality of the one’s the man wears even now—but Fellow has never seen him take off the pair in the first place. How a man who wears so many different styles of clothing could wear one pair of gloves with every single one of them alludes him, but it did give him the idea to buy him some more.

Much to his surprise, Tilly instantly pulls them out and then proceeds to take his current pair off.

He’s never seen him without them, and the sight is shocking for a variety of reasons. From the nonchalant way he performs the action, to the scars that are revealed as he slides the fabric off—crisscrossing along both his palms like someone ran a knife over them multiple times, forming a strange, morbid star.

He pulls the new pair on, face unreadable as he flexes his hands, and Fellow chooses not to comment on it. “So? How are they?” He asks instead.

“Hmm. Scratchier than my other pair.” Tilly says, and Fellow is instantly annoyed again, suddenly free from the spell of the strange moment.

“Tch, give them back if you don’t like them, then!” He scowls, grabbing Tilly’s hand to pull the gloves off himself. Annoying, ungrateful brat! He could at least pretend Fellow’s gift was good, he’d bought it with honestly earned money!

“Wow, hey!” The man grabs his hands right back, lacing their fingers together as a way to stop him. There’s better ways, definitely, but when has he ever done anything normally?

“Don’t do that.” Tilly says, glaring at him. “These are mine.”

“Wh—I bought them for you.” He protests, caught off guard by the odd handholding they’re now engaging in.

“Yeah, and now they’re mine.” Tilly’s green eyes soften, then, and he smiles. “Thanks.”

Fellow has seen many of Tilly’s smiles. He seems to never run out of them—a plethora of different moods and falsehoods. Mischievous grins, false masks of innocence, the flirty smile he gives men and women when he wants something from them. Somehow, he’s never seen this one from him. It feels more honest—a genuine emotion he’s never quite seen. It feels forbidden, and weirdly precious all at once.

The beastman rips his hands away, spinning on his heels so his back is to Tilly. “You better get me something good for my birthday, now.” He says seriously, and then immediately stalks away. There’s no movement behind him, so the chances of being followed are low. Good. He can only tolerate Tilly’s presence for so long, after all!

The minute he’s sure he’s out of the other’s eyesight, he releases a breath and tugs a hand roughly through his hair.

What was THAT? He thinks. Why do I feel embarrassed?

“It better be worth it when my birthday comes around.” Fellow mutters to himself, leaned against the wall of an alleyway.

He ignores the part of him that claims it was already worth it. That’s foolish—what did he get, a smile? That wasn’t useful at all.

[spaceshipellie]

everything’s about you to me

ellie williams x reader

prologue (masterlist for other parts) *✧･ﾟ: wc: 1.7k

summary: in the midst of the apocalypse, you and ellie find each other after you’ve both lost everything. what started out as a mere safety in numbers pairing, turns into something imperishable. however, after some time you get separated, leaving you both to believe the other is dead. four years later you find a commune in wyoming.

warnings: set in tlou universe. reader is 16 in the prologue but is 19+ for the rest of the story, weapons, gunshots, death, violence, no mention of ellie yet but all in due course cuties, is this going to be a slow burn? maybe… 18+ mdni

author’s note: this fic was originally inspired by the song everything by muna. i’m so excited for this, if you want to be added to the tag list lmk! i have no idea how many parts this will be but i expect it’ll be quite long. thanks for reading loves &lt;3

♪ ‘cause the world could be burning, and all i’d be thinking, is “how are you doing, baby?”

˚ · • . ° .

You didn’t know it yet, but your time in the Pittsburgh QZ was wearing thin. You had lived there your entire life, sixteen years to be exact. For people who lived pre-outbreak, a military-controlled quarantine zone probably didn’t seem like much of a home, but it was all you knew. Your dad was a smuggler and whilst for the past few years had managed to keep you and your mom out of it, his current job was proving to be riskier than originally anticipated.

“You said it would be quick,” you heard his seething whisper whilst you backed yourself against the other side of the wall, listening in.

“It was supposed to be! look, man, I’m sorry,” another man’s voice said.

“Just–fuck, just make sure we get the stuff we need before we hand anything over, alright?”

“We’ll try.”

“No,” you could hear shoving, “you will, understand?”

“Yes,” you could tell the man was nervous despite trying to hide it.

“If this goes wrong, they’ll come after us, and my family. I know this is a fucked up situation and I should never have got involved with that fucking Aaron guy in the first place but here we are and I am not letting my wife and daughter die because of me, got it?”

Die? Your blood ran cold wondering what on earth your dad had gotten involved with this time. You heard the man mumble out a “yes” before the door shut and your dad sighed and banged his fist against the table. Not wanting to get caught, you creeped back to your room.

Once inside, you settled into the beat-up armchair that you had pushed against the window and stared out at the night sky. Stars twinkled and the moon shone a bright white. For a moment, you could pretend you were somewhere else. Somewhere where everything looked this beautiful. It was a stark contrast to the withered frame of dust and peeling paint.

You could hear muffled voices coming from your parent’s room. They sounded like they were arguing and said something about talking to this Aaron guy on the radio. They did that a lot these days. argue. You knew they still loved each other but after silently analysing their relationship over the years, you could see that something of a ‘spark’ had gone. Then again, what did you know, it’s not like you had ever been in love. The closest you had ever gotten to a connection with anyone had been with Amy. When her hair would get caught in her mouth as you both stood on a roof laughing at how the wind parachuted your coats, you wanted to reach out and untangle it for her. Sometimes she would give you this look where her eyes would soften and her dimples would make themselves known as she smiled. It would make your heart skip a beat and you would forget what you were supposed to be doing. You guessed that’s just how best friend’s felt about each other. Completely lost in a trance, you didn’t notice the sound of thundering footsteps down the hall until a rough hand grabbed your arm.

“What?”

“We’re leaving,” your dad’s voice was indignant and stern.

“Leaving? where?”

Your mom burst through the door, her face soaked in fear.

“Charlie, please,” she pleaded, grabbing his arm.

“I’m sorry but we have to go.”

“Go where?” you demanded. You could feel the goosebumps raise on your arms. He couldn’t be talking about escaping, could he?

“We’re leaving the QZ. Come on, grab your stuff.” You just froze.

“Come on!” he yelled before running a hand over his face. He collected his anger just enough to look you in the eye and speak clearly.

“I don’t have time to explain, but some guys have fucked me over and it is safer for us to escape and leave.”

“But we’ll be killed!”

“We will be if we stay here. Now please, grab your stuff.”

His last three words came out with a bite and you thought better of arguing further. You looked across the room to your mum and she made a poor attempt at giving you a comforting look. Tears stung against your waterline and you quickly wiped them away with your sleeve before grabbing your things together. Not everything of course. Not the Thelma and Louise poster you found once or the sketch Amy had drawn of the two of you before she died. But the essentials. Torches, jackets, guns, knives.

Your dad looked out the window, making a mental note of military whereabouts, before encouraging you and your mum out the door. You didn’t want to leave. You had never been outside the QZ and had only heard horror stories. Thoughts of where you would go once you got out, if you got out, clouded your mind. It scared you to think of what kind of trouble your dad had gotten himself into that needed such drastic action. You knew he did bad things but you knew he wasn’t the only one and there wasn’t much you could do about it. When he first started smuggling you had been afraid all the time, but over the years you became numb to it. That’s just what he did. But now all of those fears were resurfacing and you weren’t ready to face the high chance that you could die tonight.

The three of you were pressed against the outside wall, your dad in front holding his finger to his lips indicating you needed to be quiet. Your parent’s both held guns whilst you clutched your switchblade. It was dark but blinding lights from patrolling tanks occasionally illuminated the dank alleyways.

“We need to get over there, we move on my signal,” you could barely hear your dad’s whisper as he pointed at a metal fence on the other side of the road. You tried your best to be silent but couldn’t help the way your breath shook as you nodded.

After peering around the corner once more, he lifted his hand up, signalling for you to follow him. You had to be agile in order to make it across safely, which luckily was a strength of yours. You may not have ever been outside of the QZ but you had snuck around with Amy enough times to know how to go unnoticed. This was nothing like that though. Sneaking around and being teenagers didn’t feel like a death sentence.

You bumped into your mom’s back as you all suddenly stopped behind a parked truck. It started to rain and you were thankful that the splatters of water might cover up any sounds of laboured breaths and footsteps from you. A bright light casted over the truck as you strained to keep your head below the window. You were moving again and the fence was in sight. The closer you got the more you could make out a chained padlock on a gate. A menacing sign saying “UNAUTHORISED EXITS FROM A QUARANTINE ZONE ARE PUNISHABLE BY DEATH” was hung up next to your heads. Your palms began to sweat as your dad pulled a key from his pocket. You didn’t even want to know what he must have done to get that. He started to unlock and unwind the chains from the gate. You were so close. Maybe this insane plan would actually work.

“Drop your weapons.”

You all froze and slowly turned, initially to squint as a torch shone directly in your eyes. After a few blinks, your vision cleared to see a guard holding up a gun. You felt like you were choking and if anything the grip on your knife tightened instinctively.

“I said drop your weapons.”

You threw your switchblade to the ground. Your parent’s followed suit with their guns. The guard took a step closer.

“Let me exp–,” your dad attempted to reason but was cut off.

“On your knees and put your hands on your head.”

You glanced at your mom and she hesitantly nodded. You sunk to your knees, the cold, wet gravel soaking through your jeans to your skin. Your hands trembled as you placed them on your head. The guard, still aiming his gun at you, checked you all with the infection scanner before stepping back to his original spot.

“Sir, I’ve got three clean but armed people here by gate three. How would you like me to proceed?” he spoke into his handheld transceiver.

“Uh-huh… yes… yes sir.”

Before you could even think, two deafening gunshots went off in quick succession. Your head snapped round and you saw your dad pointing a gun at the guard, as well as a mass of blood soaking his shirt. You noticed the guard stumble and in a blind rush of adrenaline you snatched your switchblade from the floor. Your mom’s hand grabbed you, pulling you back from where the guard was aiming his gun again.

Another bullet fired. Your mom screamed. You grabbed her arm to support her and looked up at your dad for help.

“Go!” he yelled, firing again. You could hear more guards charging towards you.

“Dad,” your voice came out weak and strangled.

“I said go!” you had never heard his voice be this frightening. Fear carried your legs as you pushed your mom through the open gate. You shoved yourself through it as well, not knowing what lay ahead in the darkness before you. You could only focus on getting away from the constant gunshots. You didn’t stop moving but your movements had slowed as you looked back.

“Dad, please!” you yelled, tears making your cheeks hot.

He was being pushed against the fence by three, maybe four faceless guards. You could hear the struggle in his distant grunts as he fought against them. They were beating and shooting until his body went limp on the ground, next to the guard he shot.

“No,” your voice was a mere whisper to yourself. Shock and disbelief ringing in your ears.

“We have to go,” your mom pulled you away, she was crying too, “before they catch up to us.”

You both frantically ran whilst the adrenaline was still controlling you. Your mom groaned with each step. You didn’t even know where she had been hit but at least she was alive. You had got out and there didn’t seem to be anyone chasing you, but your dad was dead. Escaping seemed so futile now. It had been his idea. his plan. His doing that meant you needed to leave in the first place and yet it had ended like this. And now, to no avail, you had no protection. Nothing except what you carried on your back. You were out in the big wide world. A big, wide, terrifying world.

*✧･ﾟ: taglist: @bellasfavelesbo @ximtiredx @abbyily @heartzjules @gold-dustwomxn @sawaagyapong @aouiaa @pinkigirl @nil-eena @ucannotcompare @cherriesxinthespring @blvebanisters

[sleepyking]

Someone pls see my vision

So I’ve seen some chatfics of when Red and Chloe are in the past, and don’t get me wrong i love them, but I have a different take on that concept

You all know I love Red angst, right? I mean, literally all of charminghearts stuff is her suffering(I have problems okay-)

Well, my idea features that(of course)

I’m terrible at explaining things, but essentially, Red gets invited to two chats—the one with the villains, and the one with the heroes

I really like the idea of her bonding with the VKs

Here are some conversations i think would happen:

Hades: she has problems

Maleficent: we all have problems

Hades: well yeah but she has, like, extra problems

Red: I’m RIGHT HERE

Red: so you won’t attack me with that?

Hook: no? Why would i?

Red: well

Red: I’m really annoying, and loud, and obnoxious, and I don’t listen, and I shouldn’t exist, and-

Hook: WAITWAITWAIT BACK UP

Hook: why would that mean I should attack you??

Red: because that’s what should happen to me?

Hook: who told you that???

Red: my mom?

Hook, calling the gang: GUYS LETS GO COMMIT MURDER

Uliana: I don’t like you

Red: welcome to the club

Uliana: wh-

Red: current members include me and my mom. Wanna be added to the Hit Red List? I’m sure I could squeeze you in between my mom and my mom and my mom

Uliana:

Uliana: so where does this mom of yours live-

Bridget: Red doesn’t like me:(

Ella: W H A T

Bridget: :(((

Ella, ready to commit murder: hold my flower babe, I’ll be right back

Chloe: hang on-

Uuuuuh yea

I just-

I really want Red to bond with the VKs okay-

Wait I already said that

They’d be like her older siblings and I N E E D that in my life

Couple extra things:

Hades types in all lowercase and uses z instead of s

Fay fake married Uli at some point, they get divorced, Fay marries Hook and Morgie, and then Hades and Maleficent(platonically)

House Husband Hades

Fay and Hades friendship

Hades is basically a puppy

And any other stuff you want! I based most of this off of the rp group I’m in:)

Anyways

I’d write this myself but like…writers block and school are kickin my ass rn

Might still write it anyways but idk

If anyone wants to write this feel free to! Just tag me when it’s done pls:)

[ever-siince-new-york]

julien baker calling reader a good girl and being in charge🙏🏻

Julien Baker x f!reader

warnings/tags: fingering, oral (reader!recieving), pet names such as... princess, baby, honey, and good girl ofc 🙄 a lil bit of toxicity and lets say stylistic errors in grammar and perspective 🙏(aka grammarly stop being mad at me i'm not gonna buy premium)

author's note: girl you know i had to. 1.2k words, should take around 15 mins to read. thank y'all so much for the requests! i promise i've seen them all, however i have also gotten back into minecraft after they added the cherry wood so... I'm working on it okay? okay. hope u like it okay bye :0

You promised yourself you wouldn’t do this, not again. But, here you were, scrolling to unblock her contact. You thought there was something about this city: the air or something cliche like that. Something that had you calling Julien again and again. Surely, if it were up to you and your own free will, you wouldn’t be doing this.

The ringing from the other line drowns out any rational thought from this point on.

Ring. You shouldn’t be doing this. Ring. You’ll just get hurt again. Ring. “Hello?”

There was a point where you really believed you would never hear her voice again, never even want to. “Hey,” you said.

“So uh… wh-?” you cut her off.

“Come over,” the last of a six-word phone call.

-

You wanted to slam the door shut as quickly as you’d ripped it open. She was still wearing that stupid necklace. The one you had bought for her at a gas station in… Arizona maybe? Somewhere dry, hot. As you weren’t expecting this cruel reminder of the past, you were thrown off-guard. Clenching your jaw, you didn’t know what to say. Luckily, you didn’t have to.

The way she kissed you that night had you drunk on her from the moment she stepped into your apartment. All your attempts at memorizing her touch, her taste, her smell were in vain. Julien always had a way of making life feel straight out of a movie. It was all teeth and tongue, your mouth surrendering to hers as soon as she tongued at your bottom lip. No memory could ever do her justice.

Her hands danced over the expanse of your body, hands moving from your ribs to your hips, your neck to your breast. Fingertips shaping your body into submission like wet clay.

You broke the kiss, leading her to your bedroom. 

“That’s not very polite, Princess. Not even going to offer me a drink?” Her feigned offense only turned you on more, ever the tease. As if she could read your mind, a smirk tugged at her beautiful lips, “I know, baby. Always so needy for me,” she spoke in a low drawl. 

Any sense of control you had was now gone. You were her’s. Again. So you’d nodded with a soft pout.

“We can fix that, honey. But you need to use your words,” Julien said. This woman would be the death of you. “Please, Jay. I need it,” you whispered.

“Need what, baby?”

“Need you,” you pouted. That seemed to satisfy her as she held out her hand for you to grab with a smile. The two of you stumbled down the hallway, towards the open door to your bedroom. 

She pushed you up against the foot of your bed, reaching down to slip her hands under the hem of your t-shirt, abandoning the article to the floorboards. Her gentle kisses up and down your neck did nothing but add fuel to the burning desire between your hips. Hands danced around your waist while yours were planted into her hair. 

You tugged at her roots in the hope of her diverting her attention to where you had craved her since she flew into town. She pulled her head away to look up at you with expectant eyes.

“What do you say, Princess?”

“Please.” That made her smirk. “Good girl,” she had said. Pressing a kiss to your soft lips, she trailed her way down to the fly of your jeans. Kneeling, she popped open the button and unzipped the fly in mere seconds, clearly as eager as you. 

She slid her hand into your cotton panties, collecting your slick before beginning to circle your clit. Very quickly you migrated from standing to sitting as she continued her ministrations. As you arched your back into her touch, she slipped two of her fingers into your entrance. 

She pressed a sloppy kiss on your inner thigh before putting her mouth on your heat. She curled her fingers and started gently suckling on your clit. Her consistent motions had your mouth open and your tongue gently curled up as you laced your fingers back into her hair. The tug you had delivered to her hair every time she changed what she was doing had her moaning into your pussy, sending reverberations through your wet cunt.

Anyone outside your open window would be able to hear what was going on inside those four walls. The sounds of her fingers plunging in and out of you coupled with the wet kisses she was littering among your core were downright sinful. 

Feeling your walls fluttering around her fingers, she knew you were close. You grunted in offense and frustration when she pulled her mouth away from you, but she quickly mended any hurt feelings with her words.

“I missed having you like this, baby. All needy just for me.” It seemed like her pace began quickening after every phrase, her hunger increasing parallel to yours. The ferocity of her thrusting fingers and her thumb now rubbing at your clit had you stumbling closer to your climax.

“You can do it, Princess. Go ‘head and cum for me, baby.”

You tugged harder and harder on her strands with every pulse of your orgasm, the increasing sting on her scalp had her moaning right along with you. The way you were squeezing and oozing on her fingers as you came down had Julien weak. She pulled her fingers out of you and into your mouth.

“Suck.”

Immediately you obliged, your head too foggy to imagine disobeying. Maybe tasting yourself on her fingers was dirty, but it had happened so many times that it almost felt romantic. To the two of you, experiencing the sensual evidence of your euphoria was just as pure and intimate as a kiss. 

You laid alone atop your sheets for a moment until she returned to you. She had removed most of her own clothes, leaving herself in a pair of boxers and a white t-shirt. She brought the wipes she had grabbed from your bathroom up to your pussy, navigating your folds simply with her memory. A soft furrow settled itself between her brows, displaying her focused state as she cleaned you up.

Once she was satisfied, she crawled up next to you on the bed. Pulling your head to lay on her chest. You looked up at her with wide eyes as she stroked your hair.

“Honestly, I never thought this would happen again,” her hushed voice tugged at your heart. “I know,” you said. “I’m glad that it did,” her inflection made the words sound like a question, but you didn’t answer, preferring the quiet to any unsure, over-thought reply you could give. She sighed gently and gave a soft peck to your forehead, tucking your hair behind your ear. Smiles rested on both of your faces, yours spreading to hers.

It was funny how little you cared in the moment you knew you would come to regret. If you could bottle the pure ecstasy Julien had coaxed out of you, surely you would have good reason not to.

For better or for worse, no one else could ever possibly make you feel the way she did, and for right then, that was enough.

[anantaru]

You think rape is funny? Maybe once you fucking experience it you won’t. Fucking cunt.

hello. so I'll just jump right into this. tw. discourse tw. mentioning r*pe.

@saetoru made this claim about me:

saetoru, could you add proof at least? i can not remember a time where i would repost a joke like that so i'd love for you to show me proof please, this is all I'm asking.

also how was it on your dash, on your own dash and @dottores dash, when you have never followed me? + but maybe it was the for you feature that was the same for the both of you.

accusing someone without proof is not okay, again, i can not remember doing this so if you have a screenshot add it so i can remember and apologize, but i can't do anything because i don't remember saying a joke with SA in mind.

before that i just want to mention: i don't think r*pe is funny, i'm not a dark content blog either so i do not really reblog dark content things because i'm sure most of my readers don't want that + I'm just not into that as well. the only joke i was "called out" for once is when i used a "i want xyz character to smack their laptop on my face or tits" which i got from an andrew garfield interview where he read his thirst tweets out loud, at that time i just deleted it because it's alright.

dottores, your mutuals, two of them to be exact, have sent me multiple of your personal blog hate posts about me and not once, have you made one where you talked about me saying an SA joke. you have only claimed that i am a cunt and that i am a gatekeeping bitch hence why i believed this must be the reason why you would suddenly hate me despite the fact we never interacted.

now, I want to address this next, this is from @dottores post which when i got it sent to me, i would've wished she just tagged me right away and said it with her chest, more so not let saetoru talk about her experience but just handle this with me.

^ this is cat @dottores saying i got it wrong.

^ this is why i believed she meant it just like i said it, why do you go through blogs that grow really fast's notes in the first place? where do you take the right to police other blogs like that when i'm sure your blogs aren't empty of blank blogs either. it is hard to get rid of all of them but i'm sure we all try at least, we don't need you to make us feel bad or come off as belittling, if you have found out a way to get rid of every blank blog, do enlighten us please.

+ at that time of this reblog icks?? post that saetoru added, my blog was blowing up so when a moot of mine (which was also theirs at a time) saw this, they had sent it to me.

"creators that grow really fast" and nowhere has she mentioned she only went through only her own moots notes, aside from that apologies but i still find this weird, i don't think you should invest so much time in other people's blog but this is my opinion.

this is the next thing she said:

i don't know if dottores meant me there but i have never once harassed you nor sent you hate anywhere, again you cannot just accuse me of stuff like that when you have also never reached out to me. The things i claimed about you guys in your callout, i have text messages of the person (your moot) who sent it to me.

but back again, the only thing i did do was block dottores on tumblr and then later ao3 when i saw you in tags, which you made fun of me for later:

also i got this ask that time:

"who blocks on ao3?" i do, ao3 is the platform i use the most so why is it funny when i use the block button? + i just like to point something out here, "they must've clicked to read and realize it was me" you can think that if you want i don't mind, but let me ask you this: i have seen you in tags hence why i was able to block you, but how did you notice i did? you can't see me in tags so surely you didnt click on my work, so you must've searched up my user for whatever reason?

and i know this is about me because she added the "this person called me chronically online" i couldn't find the post but what she was talking about is me calling other writers who reblogged that one "ick post" with not needed things such as "when writers cant characterize a character" or "when they only write headcanons", i have plenty of screenshots of that post but since i don't want to use up all my space here, i don't see why i should show their reblogs from this.

there were plenty of people like that, which reblogged horrible things there so i called everyone under that post chronically online, not just you dottores.

yeah :) like people making fun of someone for blocking them for their own comfort. i just don't want to see you, that's all, but i have never send you hate asks nor harassed you, the only thing i did was block the blogs your own mutuals exposed to me.

next:

^ this is after i felt bad for you after the callout.

this is coming from your own mutuals, i have never alone claimed you guys are jealous of me nor is there anything to be jealous about. i am just a blog, this here is not being popular, no one knows who i am and i do not need to pride myself in having a big blog on tumblr.com, and my readers know that. we are all the same here.

next:

i didn't mean you here saetoru but i understand that it sounded that way, the phrasing was a little off, for that i apologise that i made you upset with this, english is not my first language, i'm french, and when it comes to this callout post i was so fed up with it that i just posted it without looking for grammar mistakes etc. + this is about one of your friends who deleted their personal the second i announced i got their user, that was something with kaeya, when they sent me a hate ask. i won't expose it here but that person was also the one who blacklisted a friend of mine for liking itto.

i think there is a lot more but i will stop it there, this could've ended differently and i'm sad that it ended this way. I wish you all the best and i mean it, i hope we all can learn from this and move on, write on tumblr for our favorite characters because it's fun and stay away from drama. If you made it this far thank you 💓 — yoru

[starberry-cupcake]

I'm back! Thank you kindly for your patience, we're done with Act III! It was probably a terrible idea to wait because this is so long, I'm so sorry.

previously, in harrowhark! a vagrant the ninth:

this happened

also a couple previews that will show up in this but are in the tag

currently, chapters 24-31 (END OF ACT III!!!):

harrow wakes up after sleeping a sensible amount of hours in yandere twin's room

yandere twin, who's into chomping cavaliers, complains about having had some harrow soup

they have a sort of tender moment, I guess

they have a complicated dynamic

harrow falls asleep again

she's in the bed and yandere twin is sleeping on the floor

and harrow is woken by the sound of self inflicted pain and torture

harrow gets tired of this and decides to just rip yandere twin's arm off

@lady-harrowhark reminded me that I called this (!!!) in this recap

I had absolutely 100000% forgot I said that but congrats past me!!!

so, there's this scene in which harrow rips yandere twin's arm off and puts a new bone-y one in there, remade with her own parts

like this

some people have told me in the replies that it's a sessual sort of scene, and I get that, I suppose it was the vibe it was going for

total respect to that

but I'm gonna be honest here

it felt like I was witnessing a birth and harrow was the midwife

so harrow lets yandere twin know that she's been improving her necro powers via studying and practicing to try to make up for her being "lyctor lite"

harrow and alleged gideon aka ortus are the only people here that seem to be getting any work done tbh

so now, with the new arm, inner chad can use the sword again

and yandere twin is happy because she's now a proper lyctor and has senior chad aka augustine's approval

harrow is proud of herself for doing nice necro things like chopping and reconstructing arms

as a thanks, yandere twin agrees to help harrow to kill alleged gideon the first aka ortus

nobody asked you, but ok

I actually have no qualms with alleged gideon aka ortus

because he's at least direct and honest about it

everyone here has an agenda, at least this guy's like directly trying to physically kill harrow

at this point, I respect the direct approach

augustine and emperor reverend professor john can go fu—

WELL, ACTUALLY, WE'LL GET THERE LATER

CHAPTER 28

we're back at gideon-less canaan house

canaan house isn't safe in any universe, all the trails lead to death

everyone who's alive or accounted for is having a sleepover

there's a bunch of people unaccounted for, actually

the kiddos from the fourth are allegedly hidden elsewhere

who knows, at this point

I don't trust anyone

there's a fog and rain and water rising still

which reminds me of the movie identity, in which they all were trapped in that motel because it wasn't actually a motel and they weren't actually alive per-se

magnus and abby say that protozoa should have decked mayonnaise uncle

which is one of the reasons why the gideon universe is superior

aside from the presence of gideon and camilla

I miss them so much I'm gonna start biting cavaliers

anyway, where in the hell is duracell bunny nephew???

he wasn't with mayonnaise uncle when he yeeted himself

his soul, which got detached from his body in the gideon universe, is still flying like a balloon across universes and dimensions, I guess

abby didn't expect regina george twin to die, apparently, and says "if she's gone, then perhaps that means..." but doesn't elaborate

nobody ever elaborates

abby also makes harrowbean read another one of the "harrow texts"

I can't keep adding them all together in recaps because this will end up being super long but here goes the new one

"I will remember the first time you kissed me —you apologized— you said, I am sorry, destroy me as I am, but I want to kiss you before I am killed, and I said to you why, and you said, because I have only once met someone so utterly willing to burn for what they believed in, and I loved him on sight, and the first time I died I asked of him what I now ask of you. I kissed you and later I would kiss him too before I understood what you were, and all three of us lived to regret it—but when I am in heaven I will remember your mouth, and when you roast down in hell I think you will remember mine"

so yeah, we've got a triangular situation, I suppose

I need to put all of them together to continue to draw connections

my though was that this could be ice cube barbie aka annabel lee, because of the long-lost sun, but I'm unsure still

I don't think the timing fits the other side of the 3d model that's the gideon's mom and rebel leader situation

inconclusive still

abby suggests harrowbean she might be haunted

which might also fit with ice cube barbie??? maybe??? idk

CHAPTER 29

harrow says she doesn't remember shit about chad

get perpetually owned, chad

mercygirl asks harrow things about her necro process for the arm reconstructing and the last thing she asks is "what is the name of the saint of duty?" to which harrow says "ortus the first" and mercygirl goes

me and my "alleged gideon" theory are very happy about this

the hill I will die on

mercygirl continues to use onomatopoeias to express herself

I do not want to think about what that would imply in a later situation I don't want to dig into

"you read unholy omens in the way people say good morning" that's what these recaps are, thank you very much harrow

that's our tagline over here, that's our brand

"how you loathed any sentence beginning with augustine says" SAME, BESTIE

I HATE THAT MAN

he can go fu— ANYWAY

harrow and yandere twin are having sleepovers so that harrow isn't murdered in her sleep

apparently the nudes are cyrus and his cavalier and yandere twin likes that energy

they gifted them to others as souvenirs too

it's like if you had a university classmate who sent nudes to the groupchat every birthday

yandere twin says augustine the asshole has agreed to help kill alleged gideon aka ortus the first

I don't trust any of these lyctors if they're willing to kill each other this easily

how do I know they've got my back in combat if they don't have each other's backs—

I CAN'T EVEN ARTICULATE MY THOUGHTS AND NOT SOUND TERRIBLE NOW THAT I KNOW WHAT HAPPENS LATER IN THE PARTY

ANYWAY

yandere twin reminisces about not having been apart from regina george twin much in their lives and hoping she's sleeping well wherever she is

I also don't know where she is

yandere twin tells harrow that she was more farsighted than her

which I'm sure she was, but she doesn't seem to remember shit about it, and the letters remain unopened

harrow thinks it's kinda gross that the cyrus lyctor murdered his cavalier to become a lyctor and then took all of their nudes to the emperor's bolthole

none of these lyctors are operating from a place of common sense, harrow

"you were lucky that the memory of your own cavalier did not hurt you—except sometimes in the form of a sick headache in your temples, or in words stuck on repeat in your head"

so, augustine's plan involves dinner

harrow, hearing that, is like this

they look for clothes in the cavalier's things

yandere twin says "valancy trinit was my height, weighed more than both of us put together, and —judging by her portraits— had a body that did not quit"

I sure hope she's a thick girl, because I've had enough disappointment with the gideon cover not letting her have the arms she deserves

I hope valancy trinit looks kinda like this

ANYWAY, here's the makeover vibes, as previously shared

apparently chad could embroider, which I have to admit is a good quality

hate giving him any props, but I must be fair

harrow painted the less cute skull in her repertoire and we respect that

they went to augustine's room and he's still an asshat

I don't like how he treats yandere twin tbh

I feel like yandere twin has a thing with validation because of how her life has been and he uses that

augustine justifies his betrayal to his fellow lyctor saying that he "caused more pain over these last scant forty years than I dare to admit"

mercygirl is also here for the party, all dressed up

SO HERE'S THE THING

I am so embarrassed I didn't pick it up on the fly and it took me the whole chapter to put it together

augustine tells her "dios apate, minor"

at the time, I didn't remember what it meant, and when I finished reading the thing, I was like "oh, it's exactly like the deception of zeus"

I forgot that's what it was called

I mean, I got the "dios" part, obviously, but forgot the "apate"

my ancient greek professor is going to come back into my life to shoot me at my doorstep

to be fair to myself, it was a long while ago that I took ancient greek

AT LEAST I PICKED THE REFERENCE UP AFTER, OK????

god, I'm so embarrassed

palmolive, I'm so sorry, I promise I figured it out eventually

mercygirl punches augustine in the face, which is great

he insists on it being "minor", which idk where the line is there and I'm not gonna ask

idk which things are or aren't...involved in a minor form of zeus's deception

mercygirl says she's not wearing the right dress, I don't think it matters, it worked just fine

CHAPTER 30

everyone gets drunk except for alleged gideon aka ortus and harrow, because they're the only people in this group project who are doing the work

augustine and mercygirl start fighting about something their cavaliers did back in the day

they start toasting for cavaliers and talking about how "hot pyrrha was"

there is no respect for the dead in the emperor's bolthole

there's about to be something else in the emperor's bolthole in a minute though

I was excited about them drinking, though, because that's when people start spilling some truths

the lost commander of BOE is a "she", her name is/was Commander Wake, she almost killed alleged gideon aka ortus

I'm still spinning with the gideon's mom theory

and the background telenovela I've got going on

BOE found a Herald, killed it and turned it into weapons against these clowns

good for them, tbh, kill these drunk irresponsible bastards

emperor reverend professor doctor john thinks it's narcissistic of him to toast to himself

I want to murder him in cold blood

I hate this man so viscerally I want to rip him apart with my hands

the twist in this book is that I'm gonna reach to his murder and it's gonna be me

it's like bastian reading the neverending story but it's me killing this man

his full name is john gaius but I had been spoiled of his name by people not tagging their posts

he also does a "your mama" joke because he's my villain origin story

"part of your brain temporarily calcified into atheism" I'M GLAD, HARROW

so, they start to make out, all three of them

I finally caught up about zeus's deception and all about here

emperor awful is sandwiched between mercygirl on a table and augustine behind him and they forget there are children in the room

well, not children, but same difference, they're a million years old

harrow and yandere twin get the hell out of that display

CHAPTER 31

yandere twin wants to kiss harrowbean before she leaves to kill alleged gideon aka ortus, but harrow doesn't let her

harrow says "my affections lie buried in the Locked Tomb" to which yandere twin responds "Somebody might even exhume them for you"

when harrow mentioned not wanting to be touched while sleeping beside yandere twin, I remembered the pool hug and all that, that was a nice time

people were being killed left and right but it was a nice time

ANYWAY

harrow has a whole plan and has it all figured out, it's a really good plan, it works very nicely, but alleged gideon aka ortus isn't where they told her he was

sometimes, life works that way

the man you plan to kill isn't in the training room and all

she goes to look for him in not!dulcinea's crypt or whatever

and she sees this

and the spear

she follows the children's hospital trail of blood to the incinerator

alleged gideon aka ortus is inside the fire thingy and not!dulcinea is operating the controls

I wonder who could have predicted that this woman could still be an issue even after death

me, it was me

anyway, no time for I-told-you-so's because harrowbean decides to help him out of there

I'm very happy because I need him alive

he knows things and he's less bad than everyone else around here

because he's upfront about the killing

he tells her some things while he's kind of out of it

like to use blood wards instead of bone ones

that it will make her safe from "us"

"I know you're there. Kill me all you like. I would know you in the blindness of my eyes" he says and, among other things "Just tell me—back then—why you brought along the ba—"

WAS HE GONNA SAY BABY???? WHAT IF HE WANTED TO SAY BABY???

I'm still on my gideon agenda, sorry if it's embarrassing to read

of course emperor dickhead stops him before he can finish it

alleged gideon aka ortus says he doesn't remember shit afterwards and harrow sees her own mental state reflected in his

they can't find not!dulcinea, apparently

she's probably operating heavy machinery elsewhere

harrow is putting up her blood wards when she hears augustine and mercygirl argue about the whole zeus situation

the incinerator alarm apparently interrupted their plan of letting this happen

whether or not they had a hand on the not!dulcinea thing idk

mercygirl says she didn't move her

we end this act with ice cube barbie maybe annabel lee saying "The water is risen. So is the sun. We will endure."

obligatory yearning for camilla moment

That is the end of Act III and of my commentary because this was way too long and I need to make less chapters at a time istg

[ranahan]

Mando’a masterpost

Most of my Mando’a linguistic nerdery you should be able to find under the hashtags #mando’a linguistics and #ranah talks mando’a. Specific topics like phonology and etymology are tagged on newer posts but not necessarily on older. I also reblog lots of other people’s fantastic #mando’a stuff, which many of these posts are replies to.

I also post about #mandalorian culture, other #meta: mandalorians and #star wars meta topics, #star wars languages, #conlangs, and #linguistics. I like to reblog well-reasoned and/or interesting takes on Star Wars and Mandalorian politics, but I am not pro or contra fictional characters or organisations, only pro good storytelling. You can use the featured tags to navigate most of these topics. Not Star Wars content tag is #not star wars, although if it’s on this blog, likely it’s tangentially related or at least Mandalorian-coded.

Currently working on an expanded dictionary and an analysis of canon Mando’a. Updates under #mando’a project. Here are my thoughts on using my stuff (tldr: please do). My askbox is open & I’d love to hear which words, roots or other features you want to see dissected next.

#Phonology

Mando’a vowels

Murmured sounds in Mando’a

Ven’, ’ne and ’shya—phonology of Mando’a affixes

#Morphology

Mando’a demonyms: -ad or -ii?

Agent nouns in Mando’a

Reduplication in Mando’a

Verbal conjugation in Ancient Mando’a & derivations in Modern Mando’a

-nn

Adjectival suffixes (this one is skierunner’s theory, but dang it’s good and it’s on my post, so I’m including it)

e-, i- (prefix) “-ness”

#Syntax

Middle Mando’a creole hypothesis — Relative tenses — Tense, aspect and mood & creole languages — Copula and zero copula in creole languages — More thoughts about Mando’a TAM particles

Mando’a tense/aspect/mood (headcanons)

Mando’a has no passive

Adjectives as passive voice & other strategies

Colloquial Mando’a

Alienable/inalienable possession — more thoughts

Translating wh-words into Mando’a

#Roots, words & etymology

ad ‘child’—but also many other things

adenn, ‘wrath’

akaan & naak: war & peace

an ‘all’ + a collective suffix & plural collectives

ba’ & bah

*bir-, birikad, birgaan & again

cetar ‘kneel’

cinyc & shiny

gai’ka, ka’gaht, la’mun

jagyc, ori’jagyc & misandry

janad

*ka-, kakovidir & cardinal directions

ke’gyce ‘order, command’

*maan-, manda, gai bal manda, kir’manir, ramaan & kar’am & runi: ‘soul’ & ‘spirit’

*nor- & *she- ‘back’ (+ bonus *resh-)

projor ‘next’

riduurok, riduur, kom’rk, shuk’orok

*sak-, sakagal ‘cross’

*sen- ‘fly’

tapul

urmankalar ‘believe’

*ver- ‘earn’

*ya-, yai, yaim (& flyby mentions of eyayah, eyaytir, gayiyla, gayiylir, aliit)

Dialectal English & slang in Mando’a

#Non-canon words

Mining vocabulary

Non-canon reduplications

Many words for many Mandalorians

What’s the word for “greater mandalorian space”?

Names of Mandalorian planets

Dral’Han & derived words

besal ‘silver, steel grey’

derivhaan

hukad & hukal, ’sheath, scabbard’

*maan-, manda, kar’am & runi: ‘soul’ & ‘spirit’ & derivations

mara/maru, ‘amber-root’

*sen- ‘fly’ derivations

tarisen ‘swoop bike’

*ver- ‘earn’ derivations

#mando’a proverbs

#mando’a idioms

Pragmatics & ethnolinguistics

Middle Mando’a creole hypothesis

History of Mando’a — Loanwords in Mando’a

Mando’a timeline

Mandalorian languages

#mandalorian sign language

Kinship terms

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Autumn's Shadow: Chapter 5

Azriel x Eris (Azriel POV)

Summary: A covert meeting between Azriel and Eris to exchange valuable intel leaves Azriel reeling—and questioning everything he has ever felt for the Heir of Autumn. Azriel finds himself inexorably drawn to Eris, unable to resist his captivating allure. With the threat of Koschei and Beron looming ever closer, can their forbidden love endure in the face of such danger?

a/n: The plot is not canon compliant. For this chapter I assumed Azriel has never been to the Autumn Court beyond his unpleasant stints at the border. Also slowed down Fae healing just for funsies. Some descriptions of violence and injuries.

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Chapter 5:

Azriel closed his eyes as the cool evening breeze swept softly over his skin, ruffling his dark hair. He loved Velaris this time of year. The days were crisp and the green of the trees had slowly faded into reds and golds. He preferred the longer nights. As he surveyed the forest around him he breathed deeply in an attempt to calm his nerves. He was here on orders from Rhys to find out what Eris had told Beron of his capture and subsequent rescue. Though Azriel knew he would’ve come up with an excuse to see Eris, orders or no. There had been some spark between them, and then everything had gone to shit. He didn’t know where that left them. The thought made him nervous.

He shook off the doubt that threatened to swallow him every time he thought too long about Eris Vanserra. He should be celebrating. Briallyn was gone, decimated by Nesta when the queen attempted to use Cassian against her. He was still in awe of how far Nesta had come. She’d completed the Blood Rite and had scaled Ramiel, along with Emerie and Gwyn, something no other non-illyrians, or females, had ever done. He was proud of her, his friend. And then she had saved Feyre and Nyx—and Rhys. It had been the scariest minutes of his life, watching the life drain out of Feyre, hearing Rhys scream, seeing the too-tiny babe silent in Mor’s arms. He’d had more than one nightmare about it and spent as much time with Nyx as he could this past week to quiet his fears. He felt better with the boy safe in his arms. A reminder that everything had worked out, thanks to Nesta. He shivered at the memories.

As if summoned on the chilled fall breeze, Eris appeared in the clearing before him. Before Azriel could open his mouth in greeting, Eris stumbled. His first thought was that Eris was drunk, but then he smelled blood.

“What’s—Eris?” Azriel’s eyes widened in alarm at the state of the male before him. Eris’s creamy white skin, normally glowing with health, was wan and gray. The red freckles scattered across the bridge of his nose and cheeks looked like tiny drops of blood. He shone with sweat as he panted through clenched teeth and looked at Azriel with pain-glazed eyes.

“What happened.” He heard the harshness of his voice and tried to soften it, “Eris, what’s wrong—?” Eris stumbled again, and then dropped to his knees before sprawling face first onto the hard ground beneath him, too quickly for Azriel to break his fall. “Eris!”

Azriel hissed through his teeth as he knelt beside him and got his first look at Eris’s back. The white of his shirt was completely soaked through with blood. He could see that the fabric had been slashed into his skin, like whoever had done this had been too lazy to remove the shirt before inflicting the damage. Eris’s arms shook with pain as he tried to push himself off the ground, half-sobbing through clenched teeth. Azriel grabbed his arm and hauled him the rest of the way up. Eris cried out in agony. 

“I don’t want your pity,” he groaned. The words lacked their usual bite, and Eris swayed precariously enough that Azriel was forced to bear nearly all of his weight.  

Azriel was no stranger to blood, or pain. So why did he feel utterly sick to his stomach at the sight of those wounds open and bleeding? Why did the sound of Eris’s pained cry pierce something deep in his chest? Azriel didn’t respond—didn’t want to hear the tremor of fear in his own voice. He didn’t stop to think, he just summoned his shadows and let them pull him and Eris along in their dark current. 

***

Azriel stepped out of the shadows in the corner of his apartment in Velaris. In the seconds it had taken to shadow-walk to his place across town, Eris had passed out. His blood now coated the back of his pants, and Azriel’s shirt was damp with it as well.

Azriel gently laid Eris face down on his bed. The blood would certainly stain the white sheets, but things could be replaced. He summoned a healer’s kit using his shadows and leaned over the male to get a closer look at the wounds. Azriel had enough battlefield healing skills to tend to the deep gashes. He let out a sigh of relief that he wouldn’t need to find a more experienced healer. He didn’t want to explain to anyone why the Heir of Autumn was bloody and injured in his bed. He also suspected that Eris would hate to be seen like this by anyone in the Night Court. It did something funny to Azriel’s stomach that Eris had sought him out. Or perhaps Eris had nowhere else to go, no one else he trusted…The thought didn’t sit well with him.

Azriel worked quickly but carefully as he cut through the fabric of the shirt until only the stuck ribbons of cloth remained. As gently as he could, he worked to remove those strips from the wounds on Eris’s back.

He gritted his teeth as he tugged the last one out and the wound reopened, causing Eris to stir and moan in pain as more blood trickled down his sides. Azriel’s shadows swept out to soothe him, and seconds later he was unconscious again, allowing Azriel to clean the wounds and apply the salve to his back. The gashes would heal, but there would be significant scarring. He could see the faint remnants of old scars, a patchwork of pain that Eris was clearly no stranger to. Azriel looked away, not wanting to see the evidence of what he was quickly suspecting Eris’s life had been like with Beron as his father. He didn’t want to consider why it kindled such fury in him. So instead, he let his mind drift as he gently washed the blood away and bandaged the wounds. He battled with himself for a few seconds and decided to leave Eris’s blood-drenched pants on. He didn’t know how Eris would react if he woke up in only his briefs. 

Once that was decided, he washed the blood off his own hands and changed into a clean shirt and sweats. Azriel lingered by the bed, listening to the steady sound of Eris’s breathing. He allowed himself a moment to admire the male’s face, so much softer in sleep. Azriel noticed the fading bruises along his cheekbone and clenched his jaw tightly. Was there any form of abuse Eris hadn’t endured? How had he been so blind to it? 

Eris had known what he would face upon returning home to Beron—had clearly endured this form of torture before, gauging by the deep scars scattered across his back. He’d been afraid, and Azriel had insulted him. He rubbed his hands over his face and sighed miserably. For all he knew it had been going on since Eris was a child. He pictured a young, innocent Eris facing a similar fate and considered winnowing to Autumn right then and there to tear Beron apart. 

Before Azriel could stop himself, he reached down and brushed aside the stray lock of hair that had fallen across the male’s forehead. Eris sighed contentedly in his sleep. He dropped his hand and stared down at him, thinking. He'd never really seen Eris—had never looked too closely, always too consumed by his own hate and rage to think of anything else. But he was looking now. 

Azriel promised himself he would do better as he settled into the plush chair across the room to watch over the male sleeping in his bed.

***

Azriel stayed awake all night, watching, while Eris slept like the dead. The room was still dark, dawn a few hours off, when the male finally stirred. Azriel threw his own shadows around himself like a cloak as he silently stepped back into the far corner of the room, hidden from view. He wasn’t sure if Eris would want to see him, what with the vulnerable state he was in. 

Eris hissed as he sat up fully, the still-tender cuts on his back pulling painfully from the movement. He watched as Eris rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and glanced warily around the room, and then at the bandages wrapped around his torso. Azriel’s scent likely told him enough about where he was. When he noticed the clean shirt Azriel had folded and left on the table beside the bed he picked it up and carefully slid it on.

Eris looked directly at Azriel and mumbled, “Thank you.” 

Azriel blinked in surprise and looked down at himself. He was completely hidden by shadows. How on earth did Eris know he was there? 

“Are you going to hide in the shadows all night?” Eris asked. His voice was hoarse, like he’d been screaming. Azriel let the shadows drop as he walked across the room towards Eris. He stopped several feet away, unsure of himself.

“Are you in pain?” he asked. Eris huffed a laugh, though there was no humor in it. 

“Nothing I can’t handle.” 

Azriel’s brows furrowed in concern. He summoned the healing salve from his shadows and handed it to Eris. 

“In case it becomes too much, have someone apply this to the wounds.” He hoped there was someone in Autumn who would. Maybe his mother could help him. Eris eyed the salve skeptically and Azriel sighed, “Eris…don’t be difficult. Please, just take it.”

Eris reached out and accepted the small tin. He pocketed it as he stood slowly with a soft groan. 

“Thank you,” he said again. Azriel nodded. 

“You can stay, if you want,” Azriel offered quickly, “For however long you want.” Eris studied him with bleak eyes and shook his head slightly.

“I’ve been gone too long already…I should get back.” He looked like he’d rather do anything else. Azriel nodded, unsurprised by the refusal. Eris’s life was complicated. Far more complicated than Azriel had ever imagined. He was an idiot for not realizing it sooner. They stood there quietly, looking at each other. 

Before Eris could leave, Azriel reached out and squeezed his hand gently, his cheeks flushing faintly. 

“Just…be careful,” he said softly. He knew the words were spoken too late, and probably didn’t make a difference anyway. Eris stared at him for a few more seconds, some emotion Azriel couldn’t place swirling in his eyes, and then winnowed far away. Azriel clenched his fist against the loss of those warm fingers in his.

***

Four days later, Azriel sent a note to Eris asking to meet up wherever was most convenient for him. Their alliance was still a secret to all but Lucien, Jurian, and Vassa, and would remain so until Beron was disposed of.

A day after the note was sent, Eris agreed to meet on the outskirts of the small town several dozen miles east of Velaris. When Azriel arrived, Eris was already there, sitting on a smooth boulder, his legs dangling off the edge as he leaned back on his hands. He didn’t look at Azriel, but he could tell Eris knew he was there. He always knew. 

Azriel walked over and settled on the other end of the rock. He glanced at the male’s cold face and saw the purple bruises under his eyes. Eris still didn’t look at him. He only gazed off towards the rolling hills, as if admiring the autumn colors that now dominated the land. The playful male from several weeks ago was gone. Or hidden deep inside this shell that sat before him.

Before Azriel could speak, Eris said, “I suppose you want to know what I told Beron?” His voice was hollow. Empty.

“That’s not why I’m here.” Though technically, it should’ve been. Eris finally turned his head and stared at Azriel blankly, waiting. He saw none of the usual fire in his eyes, only shadows. “I just—”

“I suppose I owe you a debt,” Eris interrupted. “Normally I conduct myself better than that. My apologies, shadowsinger.” He tried to smirk, but it didn’t reach his eyes. 

“There is no debt, Eris. I just—” Azriel stumbled, afraid the wrong words would send Eris running again. “I wanted to see if you were alright,” he admitted woodenly. Eris just looked at him, his eyes cold and haunted. How could he convince Eris that he cared? There had always been so much vitriol between them, probably too much to ever bridge that gap. But things had been different lately, and Azriel wanted to try.

“I’m fine, Azriel,” Eris sighed tiredly as he stood up. “It’s nothing I haven’t dealt with before.” Azriel’s heart leapt at the sound of his name on Eris’s lips. He didn’t think he had ever heard Eris call him anything but shadowsinger, or bastard, or brute. He turned to walk away.

“Wait—” Azriel jumped up and reached for Eris’s shoulder, meaning to stop him from leaving again so abruptly, the way he always did. Eris hissed in pain and flinched away from the touch. “Eris, why didn’t you see a healer? Did you even bother to use the salve?” he demanded. Eris glared at him.

“What good would the punishment be if I were permitted to heal so quickly? Beron forbids it, and I obey. Better to do nothing than risk my father’s wrath.” 

He bared his teeth at Azriel, as if daring him to mock his blind obedience. Azriel knew what it was like to have a cruel father, but the suffering Eris must have endured all these centuries floored him. He wanted to tear Beron apart slowly, painfully, until he was begging for death. His wings flared and his shadows writhed around him as his temper rose.

“Relax. I don’t want your pity,” Eris repeated the words he’d spoken the other night. His eyes trailed over the wings now on display over Azriel’s shoulders. Azriel snapped them back into his body tightly. Took a deep breath.

“It’s not pity, Eris. I get it, okay? But just…do you have to go back so soon?” Azriel felt his face flush with embarrassment at how pathetic he must sound, practically begging for a chance to talk to Eris about something other than Beron or Spring or Koschei.

Eris hesitated, but then sighed, “Very well,” and sat back down. He eyed Azriel warily. 

Azriel fumbled for something to say, and then settled on what he thought was a safe topic. “Would you leave Autumn? If you could?” he asked.

Eris seemed surprised by the question and remained quiet for several seconds, thinking. “No. As much as I detest my father and his court, the people of Autumn deserve to be led by someone who cares for them. I love my home, and my people. I won’t abandon them.” Azriel nodded. He respected Eris’s commitment to his duty as heir. “Have you ever been to the Autumn Court? Lurking around the borders doesn’t count,” Eris added.

Azriel’s stomach twisted. The three times he had been to Autumn in his long life were not pleasant memories. The first was when he had found Mor, naked and brutalized in the forest. The second was when he and Cassian had come to Feyre’s aid, and Eris had been stabbed in the stomach in the process. The other was when he’d been caught spying on Eris and his brothers, attempting to glean how much they knew about Feyre’s powers. Eris seemed aware of where his thoughts had strayed and glanced away guiltily. 

“I know you must think me a monster, for not helping Morrigan that day. But perhaps now you understand a little better what living under Beron’s rule, as my wife, would’ve meant for her. She would’ve been another tool for my father to wield against me, nothing more,” Eris admitted in a low voice. “She likely would’ve been dead the second Beron learned of her betrayal.”

It was hard for Azriel to accept the words, even as they rang true. He had agonized over that dreadful day for so long, had hated both Keir and Eris in equal measure, despite knowing it was really Keir who was at fault. And yet Mor had never sought revenge on either of them. He sighed deeply. 

“It’s hard to look at you and not see Mor, broken in those woods,” he said, “but I know she would’ve suffered worse had she gone with you. I know that.” He let Eris see the acceptance in his eyes. Eris nodded once in return and looked back out over the hills. They sat in silence for several minutes until Eris finally spoke again.

“Though I would never consider anyone saddled with Cassian as a brother to be lucky…” Eris chuckled as Azriel stiffened at the insult, “You are blessed to have friends, a family, you can trust. I envy you.” Azriel raised his brows, shocked at the admission. 

“Surely there are some in the Autumn Court you can call friends?” Azriel’s heart squeezed painfully at the idea of Eris being truly alone. 

Eris’s face darkened again. “Perhaps for a time, that was true. Now…I can trust the soldiers in my immediate employ. Some of them might’ve been my friends, under different circumstances. If I remember correctly, you and the brute killed a few of those men several months ago. Have you forgotten their deaths already?” His voice was cold. 

Azriel ignored the second dig at Cassian. He had carried the weight of his guilt around since Eris had first found out what they had done to the soldiers they’d encountered in the Bog of Oorid. Rhys had sent Cassian and Nesta to deliver the news. Judging by Cassian’s sullen mood when they returned, he’d suspected Eris had ripped into him for it. They hadn’t stopped to think beyond eliminating the threat. Cassian had yet to inform him that more of his men had met the same fate. Shame sat heavily on his chest.

“I’m sorry we weren’t able to spare them. Truly, Eris. If I could change what happened, I would.” The lick of anger left Eris as quickly as it had come. His shoulders slumped ever so slightly. Several minutes passed before Eris spoke again.

“No,” he said, “I don’t have friends.” His voice was hard, and he wouldn’t meet Azriel’s eyes.

Azriel studied the male beside him—really let himself see Eris as he was, without the masks he so often wore. It was a risk, to reach out a hand. Eris might very well bite it off if he saw it as anything resembling pity. But Azriel decided to take a chance as he asked gently, “Would you like one?” 

Eris turned to meet his gaze, surprise, and something like longing, flaring in his amber eyes. He studied Azriel’s face, his open expression, and seemed to war with himself over whether it was a genuine offer or not. And then finally, Eris nodded and gripped Azriel’s outstretched hand firmly. Azriel swore he felt a spark in his fingertips as their skin met.

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[starrywooyo]

treasure: four

synopsis: when y/n gets whooshed into an alternate universe, an adventure: one with pirates and monsters and much, much more

pairing: ot8! pirate ateez x fem! reader (hongjoong / wooyoung focus towards end)

genre: pirate au!!

!!warnings(per chapter)!! - [bellow cut!] alcohol, drunk!teez, implied bullying (not actually) swearing, mentions of blood, mc is too nice for her own good, guns, knifes, jealous wooyo.

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“so, you can fight. you know how to use a sword. So I'll cut to the chase. I was talking to my crew and given your situation with your family, and the fact I lost some of my crew today, I'm still against the idea of having a woman on board but my crew seems to like you. so, I'd like you to join us. and Second, I wanna thank you for saving my life. I could've been heavily injured or dead if it wasn't for you. don't get me wrong though, just cause I'm thanking you and asking ye to join my crew doesn't mean i like you nor trust you.” he stands making his way to the door, opening it and just before he leaves, he turns to you again.

“you've got till we dock to give me your answer, what'll you do? join the illusion or you can get off my ship the next time we dock” he says still cold before leaving out the door to let you ponder your decision. 

what will you do...?

Join his crew? 

join him after how rude he's been to you? after all his insults... and all his sexist comments about women and ships... 

you couldn't deny the fact these thoughts made you not want to join his crew.

you just don't get him. How could he be so rude, cold, practically despising your presence one second and the next he saved you  and helped you through a panic attack... 

Does he have a split personality or something...

Despite these thoughts of the cold captain, the positives about joining the crew outweigh his bad points.

joining his crew could mean you can figure out how to get home!!... if you can get home that is.. and besides, you quite like the rest of his crew. they're nice and some are sweet. you can't just get up and leave them.  

so, you make your way out of your room and up the stairs onto the main deck, there were still traces of blood from the fight

you really wonder what happened and why those people attacked...

“Y/n~~” you heard your name being called, turning your head towards the voice.

oh? It's Yunho...?

looking at him you notice that he too has a few injuries of his own, he has a few cuts on his face and arms and it looks like he's got a bit of a busted lip...

“Oh Yunho... hi”

He makes his way down the rigging and walks towards you.

“so…” he begins. ”i uh overheard the captain saying he wants you to join us to seonghwa earlier,” he said.

you slightly nod gazing out towards the water.

Yunho tilts his head in your direction.

“are you going to?” he asked

he raises his hands in defence 

“I mean I'm not forcing you or anything but I think you should. We enjoy your company on the ship. and you're nice to be around, and… you might not know it yet but everyone in this ship is here because of a reason. So just think about it, okay?” he said and pats your shoulder. walking away to go elsewhere. 

you stand and watch the waves a bit more, the sound of them crashing against the ship calming. 

sighing you push yourself away from the side of the ship. and make my way inside. 

...

standing In Front of the door your palms began to sweat and slightly shake as you raise your fist to knock on the door

you knock, its quiet for a minute before someone sighs 

“Come in” a voice calls out.

opening the door you enter and the door swings shut behind you as if sealing your fate.

there he sits. map rolled out in front of him on the desk of a dark coloured bottle sitting on the corner. 

he shakes his hand angrily through his red hair 

“What” he spat out coldly. his eyes burning holes into me 

you clasp yor hands together in hopes to get them to stop shaking.

“i- i have my answer” you voice hoping it was loud enough for him to hear. 

he sighs out and rests his chin on his hand. 

“And what is it?” he asked.

“I'd like to join,” you say more confidently. 

He stands placing his hands on the table.

“Alright then. you may leave now” he said, still cold as he started to look over the map again. 

“yes sir” you quietly said and turned for the door.

“Stop” you heard him call out. you turn to face him. He makes his way to the front of the desk.

“If you're gonna be a part of my crew you best learn to address me properly” he spoke.

you just stand. blinking at him.

“Seriously” he sighs out and crosses his arms over his chest.

“It's the captain. c a p t a i n. captainnnn.” He said drawing out the last captain.

oh.

“ah, yes c-captain sorry” you apologised 

“good. don't apologise, just do it and get out and leave me be now” he spoke cold and proceeded to push you out the door.

you stand and turn back to face the now closed door that you were just shoved out. eyebrows furrowed and mouth slightly parted.

asshole. 

...

“Land hoooo!”

and there indeed was the island, it didn't take long to sail towards it nor dock the ship. and Soon all of you were on deck.  the captain giving out orders of who's to fetch what while on the island, you on the other hand didn't have a role. 

you were to simply fetch yourself some clothes for you to wear. if you were a part of the crew then you'd need your own instead of borrowing. and the person who was tasked to go with you was seonghwa.

so here you were walking with seonghwa as you looked at and bought various shirts, pants and even a skirt for some reason. Now you were just browsing the vast amounts of stalls.

you walked past a stall showing different styles of corsets, now you weren't gonna lie a few did catch your eye but you couldn't possibly wear one of those besides how would you breathe? 

“See something you like?” 

you jumped and turned to the voice 

seonghwa..

“yeah but I was just looking. I couldn't possibly get one” you told him. 

he tilts his head

“Why not?” he gestures to the countless women around you both, every one of them wearing a corset of some type. “they're all wearing one,” he said.

you laugh and shake your head.

“I just wouldn't feel comfortable wearing one,” you said. a half lie. you wanted one that's true but at the same time you thought you wouldn't feel comfortable with the constriction of your lungs while trying to breathe wearing one. 

he nods to your explanation 

“Okay” he said.  then you both start walking away from the stall

“Seonghwa~~~!!! Y/n~~~!!!” you and seonghwa stop at the sound of your names being called and you turn to where you heard them being called.

and there was wooyoung running towards you both, San and Yunho promptly running along after him.

Once he reaches you both. He flings his arms around both your necks pulling you both close to him.

“Hey you two!! Having fun? did you get some clothes for yerself y/n?” he asked, wide eyed looking at you.

Seonghwa shakes his arm off as San and Yunho catch up

“What’d you thinks in the bags woo?” he says to him waving the paper bag in his face.

“Okay, okay. Let's not argue. let's say we drop these bags back at the ship and~~” Yunho says pull you from wooyoung's grasp by your hands. pulling you close to him and wrapping his arm around your shoulder

“we all go get a drink at the tavern huh” he finishes looking between you all. biting his lip slightly. 

no one answers. seonghwa seems to be thinking about yunho's suggestion while wooyoung's eyes linger on yunho's arm that's around you.

just as you're about to open your mouth San pipes in.

“sounds like a great idea! besides, we could all use a drink couldn't we?” he said. 

everyone ends up agreeing and you all head back to the ship to drop off the bags and the things Yunho, wooyoung and san had bought. telling the others on the way about your plan to go to the tavern.

though you all forgot to do one very important thing...

...

Now here you all are sitting around a table in the bustling tavern, music slightly playing unheard over the countless men being loud and rowdy. you lightly sipping on our drink every so often. you didn't drink alcohol much.

while the others... well let's say they drank, and by drank you mean a lot. 

you don't know how long you were there for, but the table slowly but surely started to fill up with empty pint cups. you were all sat listening to jongho tell a story. Most of the guys tried their best to listen but most were dazed and out of it. eyes hazed over. poor seonghwa looked as though his head would hit the table any minute. 

jongho moving his arms ecstatically in his drunken state nearly hitting a poor guy walking past

“And there I was!! the criminal trapped right at the end, nearly had the sucker. THEN!! he socked me one and he would've gotten away but that's when i met the captain and-” 

SLAM 

jongho's story is interrupted by a heavily drunk wooyoung standing and slamming his hands on the table. He winces from the sting and staggers as he points his finger with his whole arm. 

“I'll tell you something about the captain,” he says, his speech slurred from drunkenness.  and goes on to tell his part.

you however being the only sober one notice something that everyone else doesn't in their drunken state of mind. 

a familiar mop of red hair entering the tavern and scanning the place until his eye lands on you. you feel yourself sinking into yourself trying to hide and as he marches to your table you focus back on the group and current drunken story teller: wooyoung.

“now. don't get me wrong. I love our captain but.. he can be a real mean asshole sometimes. makes me wanna take my dagger and ram it up his a-” he pauses mid-sentence and is looking at you. 

his eyebrows furrow

“what? what's with that face?” he asks his voice cracking at the start

and your eyes as well as the rest of the crews slightly shift to the furious red haired man standing behind him with his arms crossed

you forgot to tell the captain...

“what are you…” wooyoung begins and then follows your stare and everyone else's at the table and slowly oh so very slowly turns to face the captain

“Oh” he says.

the captain just stares at him, nose slightly flaring from anger.

wooyoung nervously smiles.

“hi hongjoong” he says

the captain or hongjoong raises his eyebrow.

“Excuse me?” he begins. His voice is laced with so much fury it makes you want to crawl into a hole and never come out.

He eyes all of you at the table.

“do.. do you all know how worried I've been!!?” he says, raising his voice as he slams his fist on the table as wooyoung did before only this time with more force as it tips over a few cups. 

“I came out of my room to find my crew. My crew. gone. no one seemed to bother telling me. Hell you didn't even leave a note.  I thought anything could've happened to you all. anything. I.. I thought you'd all been fucking captured or something!!” he yelled gaining the attention of other tavern goers. and the tavern goes slightly silent 

hongjoong laughs out in anger

“but no.. you're all here..” he says a bit quieter looking at the table now. the others looking down in shame but you. you saw something on the captain's face..

“drinking.. laughing.. and making fun” he added.

sadness 

That was what was on his face.

you could've sworn you heard him whisper out 'of me' at the end of his sentence.

He lets out a bit of a laugh 

“Whatever” he said biting his lip and wiped his face,

“Just hurry and get back to the ship. It's late. and we start planning our journey to find the Cromer tomorrow” and he made his way to the tavern door before shouting

“What are you all looking at! mind your own damn business!!” and then he was out the door.

...

After the outburst, most of the crew seemingly now sober after the scare from Hongjoong. Everyone was trying to tidy the bar table. but you. you had questions so you pestered seonghwa for the answers which he gave most likely because though looking sober he was still pretty drunk. 

you wanted to know about this Cromer thing the captain mentioned and all seonghwa said was it was the treasure they needed to find before it got into the wrong hands.

wrong hands. who could possibly be after this thing and if it's in the wrong hands then why are these people bad...?

but there it was. the beginning and plan of your first adventure...

you quickly leave the tavern, slightly shivering from the cool of the wind and make your way back to the ship.

only you don't get to the ship, you see hongjoong sitting on the beach watching the waves.

he sits, knees tucked up. his jacket discarded on the sand and his shirt's sleeves rolled up slightly.

carefully you tread your way towards him and settle on the sand beside him.

you stare at him. He makes no move to look at you and keeps his stare on the waves peacefully crashing in.

it's quiet for some time, nothing being spoken between the two of you. until it wasn't.

“What” falls past his lips ever as cold as always.

you suck in a breath about to answer him, but he speaks again.

“Why are you still sitting with me?” he says.

you're confused.

“after everything they were saying at the tavern.. I'm sure you agree with them” he says with a sniff.

he's... crying!!?

you softly smile to yourself.

“I think you've misunderstood, captain” you begin.

he side-glances at you confused.

“Your crew weren't bad mouthing you at all! they really care about you. In fact, they were telling me about how you saved them. how you saved each one of them and they're really grateful for you…” you finish

This only made the man cry more.

“hey hey” you say in a soothing tone and take his hands in yours and try to look at his face.

you gasp.

“y-you're bleeding!” you say. as you watch the blood seep out from underneath his eyepatch.

removing one of his hands from your hold he touches his face, and sure enough there's blood

he laughs slightly

“Oh. This just happens sometimes. it's nothing to worry about.” he tells you

nothing to worry about!!?

you stand and pull him to his feet

“What are you-” he begins but is cut off from you, starting to walk back to the ship and pull him into san's medic study.

you sit him down and search for some things. and once you find the things you turn back to him only to find more tears rolling down his cheeks.

“why” he says.

“Why are you being so nice to me when I've been a complete asshole to you…”

“well you are an asshole but I think you're more broken and kind than you let on captain” you explain to him as you wipe the slowly drying blood from his face

“hongjoong” he says.

you look at him.

“hmm”

“hongjoong. call me that” he says

you slowly nod. 

“okay. well hongjoong. Does it need to be cleaned under your eyepatch?” you say as you reach for it. he grabs your wrist.

“it's okay i can do it.. thanks y/n.. y-you can go.” he says. 

you stand and put a hand gently on his shoulder

“Are you sure?” 

he just nods ever so slightly.

and with no other option if he's not comfortable, you leave the room.

...

A few days had passed since the moment you had with hongjoong on the beach and in Sans study and it was sort of safe to say he was slowly changing his way of acting towards you and now you were also back on the waves beginning the search for this treasure.

 you were yet again leaning on the side of the ship watching the waves crashing on the wood, then a familiar mop of red hair pops in your peripheral vision.

turning to the side you see hongjoong also leaning on the side 

he looks at you and smirks a little

“enjoying the view,”  he asks.

you nod. 

“yeah, i am it's so peaceful” 

he smiles

“yeah it is. it's so freeing to me y'know?” he says, holding onto the side and leaning back as the wind blows through his hair.

he looks at you, only to find you looking back at him. His eyes looking conflicted in the next second.

“ah! yeah i was going to say. This voyage is most likely going to be dangerous. Now I know you can fight but you're missin a few points. I'd also like to train you up on using a gun and cutlass better if you're comfortable?” he says

your brows furrow

“you mean... you.. train me?” you ask to which he nods

“yeah.. if that's okay..” he adds

you agree

he claps his hands together once. 

“Great training starts tomorrow, okay?” he said and began to walk towards seonghwa who was at the wheel.

so training with the captain. How fun. if only you knew.

not long after the captain left you, another crew member saunters over to you 

wooyoung.

“so..” he begins

“training with the captain huh?” he asks 

“y'must be dreading that. with the way he treats you” he added

wooyoung lets out a nervous laugh ”you could.. always train with me.. y'know?”

you smile.

“That's sweet of you Woo. Thank you. but…” you say as your gaze drifts from him to where the captain stands now at the wheel 

“i'll have to get back to you on that one”

you miss the hurt that flashes on his face 

“no, no. That's okay. I was just saying because of how rude he is to you but whatever” he says and walks away.

what. what just happened.

you stand still looking in the direction wooyoung left in. perplexed.

shaking the feelings away, you make your way to yeosang's study. knocking on the door and entered once you heard his quiet 'come in'

you find him at his desk looking at the large map

“hey” you say to which he says hi back. you watch as he makes markings and little notes which you assume is for hongjoong about this journey.

“so..” you begin. “where are we going anyway?” you ask him 

He points to an island on the map.

“captain wants to go 'ere and thinks we'll find somethin useful there.. i disagree nothing but bandits there.” yeosang spoke his opinion. 

“maybe he knows something.. maybe there is something there” you tell him.

yeosang looks at you and sighs

“perhaps but its awful dangerous”

dangerous.. so that's why he wants me trained up you thought

...

Wooyoung sits in his crow nest with yunho.

yunho looking with his spyglass actually doing the job of a lookout, while wooyoung... well his spyglass is long forgotten on the planks of the crows nest. 

he sits with eyes fixated on you and the captain..

he watches as your cutlasses clang off each other and how hongjoong stops to adjust something about your stance or just giving pointers  

he doesn't fail to take notice of hongjoong's smile on his face nor the one on yours.

he sits arms crossed, tongue poking his cheek as he lets out another sigh

yunho sighs too

“wooyoung. why not instead of sitting and sighing. you do your job?” he says as he chucks the spyglass at him.

wooyoung lets out a laugh

“technically I am Yun. I'm observing the crew” he says

yunho shakes his head and continues to look through his own spyglass out a the waters

Yunho's words fall short as wooyoung continues to glare daggers at the pair below on the deck.

...

“again!” hongjoong said as he took his position, you followed suit, sighing. 

your whole body hurts. you've been doing this training for hours.. all day for the past 3 days. and let me tell you. hongjoong is not a lenient teacher. you definitely see why he's the captain. 

your cutlasses clang against each other and yet again he disarms you.

“Y'know if this was a real battle you'd be dead” he says throwing his head back running his hand through his red hair. when doing so he catches a glimpse of something or rather someone.

he lets out a chuckle

“Oh wow. this is great” he mutters under his breath, a small smirk making its way onto his face.

you stand and pick up your cutlass, hongjoong smirks

“again”

the metal crashes against each other

The cutlass again slips from your hand and pain shoots through you as you land on your butt.

the captain laughs and his sword points at your throat

“dead.. again” he says

nope he's still an asshole 

he holds out his hand for you to take it, you smack it away picking yourself up and your cutlass

“again” you say

hongjoong smirks again

“okay... determination i like it” he says and ready's himself 

and the clanging of metal begins again

he's being cocky you thought, and it was then that you saw your chance 

using your foot you slip it under his own making him fall on his own ass. 

“YESS” you hear being shouted. your eyes immediately flicker about to see who it was. then your eyes go up to see yunho with his hand over wooyoung's mouth as he raises his hand in apology

you shake your head with a laugh and turn back to the captain who's still on the floor glaring up at wooyoung

you lean yourself on your sword and then extend your hand to the captain

“well now you're dead captain” you say teasingly

he takes you hand and lets out a “ha ha”

he was about to say something-

“captain! land ho!!” yunho shouts from the nest. 

it was now that you took notice of your surroundings 

There it was! an island with rainforest looking trees. very dense looking. you're brought out of observing by hongjoong explaining what was going to happen.

“alright crew. we'll camp on the beach for now and some of you will stay 'ere and guard the ship. I don't think we need to worry about the bandits right now as we're on the other side of the island and at first light we'll make our trek to find her” he says 

and then the 9 of you plus a few extra pile into a few row boats after gathering some supplies and make the row towards the beach of the island. 

after getting to shore you all set up camp. and got started making a stew

“y'know there's still a few hours of light left. how'd you feel about training with one of these?” hongjoong asked you holding a pistol “you don't have to. i'd just feel calmer if you knew how to at least get a shot with one”

you reluctantly agree to do more of this training.

so now here you were a little ways further down the beach with some empty glass bottles on some crates.

“you ever shot one of these?” he asks

you shake your head 

“no.. we don't have guns back home or so to speak we're not allowed them” you say

“oh.. That's odd, nearly all towns and villages allow them here that I know of.. Right then.. well i'll show ye first then you can try okay?” he says and you nod.

and then hongjoong points the gun and bang! the glass shatters

you jump from the loud noise 

he notices and places a hand briefly on your shoulder

“You okay?”

you nod and then he places the gun in your hand

“now you try” he says 

and let's just say it's not going well. you've shot everywhere except the glass bottles. you've shot the sand, the crates, water even the tree just behind the crates

“y'know what” hongjoong says. ”I think I might have something that'll help you. i'll be back” he says as he makes his way back to the camp.

... 

again wooyoung sits eyeing the both of you still huffing and puffing. only this time instead of it being yunho its poor jongho that's getting the sigh’s in his ear.

that is until jongho's had enough.

“Why don't you just go over there and help her hmm? instead of huffing over here? Yer giving me a headache” he asks him, ”Look the captain’s coming back here so you go help her instead of whining to everyone about the captain being the one to help her.”  and with that jongho shoves the blonde in your direction down the beach.

“okay. i will just.. distract the captain for a bit will ya?” he says to jongho and then saunters his way down to you.  

... 

“Need some help?” 

startled from the sudden voice you turn to face them

“oh wooyoung.. yes please hongjo- ah the captain just disappeared on me” you say.

he takes the gun from your hands and settles himself on the sand patting the space next to him

“i feel you can't use a gun properly unless you understand how it works” and then he began explaining the different parts of the weapon to you

by the time he finished explaining the sun was starting to set

“okay now show me how you shoot, so i can see what it is you're doing wrong” he says

so you take aim and again miss the glass.

he nods

“hmm i see, 'ere try this and take aim” he says and passes you a smaller pistol. 

you take it and it feels much better in your small hands and then you aim for the bottles like he said

“you're also aiming too low.. try and aim just above the place you want to shoot” wooyoung spoke

he stands behind you almost flush. he gently touches your shoulders

“relax.. you're too tense you'll get hurt if you're too stiff” 

breathing in and then out trying to calm yourself, your shoulders visibly relax.

“good” he says

his hands slide from your shoulders down your arm to your hands where he raises your aim

“okay.. hold it there” his hands glide back up your arm and fall to rest on your waist

“shoot” he orders

BANG

his hands on your waist steadied you from the recoil 

the glass had shattered!!.

“better?” he whispered

you nod

“thank you” you turn to look at him his hands still on your waist

he was so close..

you saw how his eyes looked into yours, how he took in a shaky breath

“y/n I..” he whispered

you both were so close that your noses where almost touching, that you could almost ki-

a loud terrifying shriek comes from the forest.

wooyoung's quick to grab the pistol from you and aim it in the direction the noise came from

“w-what was that!?” you ask trying to steady your breathing

“the beast” hongjoong said eyes bore into you both. 

a/n: hihi!! I don't normally do a/n's but I just wanna apologise for how long this chapter took to get published-

I'm very deeply sorry I've just been writing wips for other little au's, oneshots and series I wanna post for you all!! I also just had no motivation to write for the treasure series. I don't wanna get burned out. hence been writing some wips!! I hope you enjoyed this chapter though!! till next time!! <3

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Die Here

Whumping the Whumpers - Part Thirty-four

(tw: death mention, murder mention, captivity, manhandling, intimate whumper, burning)

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Anna’s eyes didn’t even meet Nate’s this time when he came into her room, giving her her cheery greeting and a ruffle of the hair. She zoned out as he talked, chattering on about some random teen driver who cut him off on the highway. 

“..I’m going to die here..aren’t I.” The words were hollow and distant. She wasn’t even sure she’d said them aloud until Nate stopped his rambling, head tilting waaaaaayyy down to meet her gaze - half bent over at that point. 

“Like here…specifically? On your bed? In this room? In the house?” His hand caught under her chin, tempting it upward. Trying to get her to look at him. 

She let her eyes close as her head lifted. 

“..this house - you’re going to kill me.”

Nate hummed in thought. “I mean, not necessarily. Now, I think today we should try out some stuff with fire. Doesn’t that sounds fun~?” 

Anna felt the corners of her mouth pinch at a frown. “..wh at-?”

Nate shrugged, letting go of her. “Fire. Well, not fire, fire, but heat, anyway. Br-”

“No,” she dared to interrupt. “Wh-at..do you mean. I ..I might not die here-??” Fully looking up at him now as her voice cleared from the fog. A small flicker of desperation behind her eyes.

Nate sighed, evidently resolving to entertain this conversation before he got to move on. “I mean, never say never, right?”

“..you’ve..done this before though….right-?”

Brow raise. “Mhm-?”

Anna’s fingers picked and scraped at the hem of her pants, fraying the fabric into simple threads one tug at a time. “..I…so..they’re dead..right-? The ones who were here before?”

Nate’s eyes narrowed. Not in anger. More like..amusement? Focus? Like she were a particularly interesting puzzle he was trying to solve. “You’ve met Ethan.”

Blink. “..who?”

“Ethan. The tall, pissy guy. At the bunker.”

Anna’s eyes flicked toward the ceiling - toward the first floor. “..that man is..he’s here, right-?”

“Yeah, he stays here.”

“..he was..and he was like me…? Before-?”

“Mhm~ Stayed in this room, even.”

Anna’s mind was starting to reel a little. Eyes flicking toward the door. 

Ethan was a prisoner here, too. Why didn’t she see that before???

“..why is he alive?” That sounded blunt. But she’s being forward right now, and Nate doesn’t seem to have..punishments for things like that-? He’s going to hurt her anyway. 

A small flicker of pride ignited in her chest. That’s..that’s progress - that’s better. Better than how she was with Redd. She’s feeling more herself lately, and that’s a good th-

“Y’know, lungs breathe, heart pumps blood: all that good stuff.”

..okay, so evidently not blunt enough. 

Trying that again. 

“Why haven’t you killed him?” Holding his eyes. No sliding away. C’mon, Anna - it’s just eye contact, you can do this.

Nate’s eyes sparkled back into hers. She could see the gears turning. Not just one or two. A whole fucking network of intricate, brass cogs, bolts, and planks. All turning and whirring like the guts of an ornate pocketwatch.

He leaned forward just a touch to speak after several long seconds of silence. 

“Cotton or nylon for the ropes?”

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