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rainbowsky · 1 year ago

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Some repos from the extras at Legend of Zanghai filming set.

Repo 1

"After the stunt double audition, the staff asked us to take off our clothes and get ready. I put my clothes away and stood aside. I was caught off guard when I saw Zhan Zhan walking over. It was about four o'clock in the afternoon. I was walking very fast, with black umbrellas on both sides, but I still saw his side face in the backlight.

"The sunlight gave him a soft light filter, making it hazy, illusory and beautiful. No matter how I opened my eyes, I couldn't see clearly. He walked to the side of the carriage and sat down, still holding umbrellas on both sides, while the staff arranged his appearance.

"After getting ready, Zhan Zhan got into the carriage. When he started filming, he was about to get off the carriage, pass through a large pavilion and look into the distance. When Zhan Zhan stood on the pavilion and looked out, I walked perfectly under him and was just a few steps away from him. There are two steps, estimated to be about two meters, and you can see very clearly from here.

"Overall, he is very tall and thin, and his clothing style makes him look very elegant, a bit like a frail scholar. His face is small, white and three- dimensional, and his skin is delicate and flawless. His eyes will look up when he looks at this action. His expression looks very childish, so cute and cute! I stopped here and returned to my original position. I shot this scene three times, which means I stood under the steps and watched Zhan Zhan three times! His eyes are so good, his nose is so good, his mouth is so good!! But this scene is very short. , he left after filming."

Repo 2

"Then came the night scene. I was arranged to go to the first floor of the attic by the river. I was immediately fascinated by the scenery.

"First of all, it was the moon that had just risen. It was big and full. The color was warm and yellow. The darker the night, the brighter it became. By the river The attic is filled with warm yellow lanterns, countless small river lanterns are placed on the river, and there is also a boat filled with flowers. The crowds on the shore bridge are bustling. The overall atmosphere is very, very romantic. Just looking at the scenery makes me so happy. Cry.

"My task was to put up the river lanterns. The team leader quietly told us that the names of the river lantern props were not recorded and we could take them back secretly after taking the photos...

"There was a beautifully decorated boat on the dock next to it. Later, cameras were set up one after another and it was confirmed that Zhan Zhan was going to board the boat.

"The passage was on the second floor. There was no way on the first floor and we could only circle around the building, so we couldn't get closer to him. It was a night scene, so I couldn't see his facial features clearly. Zhan Zhan came out of the house and went down the stairs to the dock. There was a beam of light here that would shine on his face for a moment, and then every time he passed by here, my eyes would light up.

"There were many people on the pier, and his height and figure stood out. Although it was dark, I could see him as soon as he came out of the house. He got on the boat and walked through the cabin and sat down at the other end. He could only see his profile.

"I talk a lot when I'm excited, and I broadcast Xiao Zhan's current situation to my friend next to me in real time: Xiao Zhan is breathing heavily, Xiao Zhan is turning his head, Xiao Zhan is beeping, Xiao Zhan is clapping, Xiao Zhan's cervical vertebra is returning to the C position, Xiao Zhan is clasping his hands...

"I also saw him taking pictures of the sky with his mobile phone, which he will definitely post later. I don't know if he took the pictures of the crew's headlights or the moon.

"Almost all that was left was the panoramic shot. We all thought that the whole scene was just a stand-in and the actor should call it a day.

"Unexpectedly, he came out again. We watched it again. I really couldn't see his facial features clearly in this night scene, but some of his little moves are really cute, and his overall body shape is very good and upright. The costume appearance in this drama shows that he has a literary character, and he is not a boastful person."

Repo 3

"When I woke up, I found that it was snowing heavily in Hengdian. I suddenly wanted to take pictures of the snow scenery along the river during the Qingming Festival. Hengdian covered with snow has a unique flavor. I saw the filming of Legend of Zanghai inside, and I also took a look at Xiao Zhan, who was too thin, and Brother Zhan got wet. A piece of snow~ The auspicious snow heralds a good harvest. I hope Legend of Zanghai will become a hit drama and get better and better next year."

Repo 4

"Everyone worked very hard to set up the scene early, and the attitude of the on-site staff was very good. Anyway, I really like this crew, and the happiest thing today is seeing Xiao Zhan.

"Ah, you can understand my excitement from words. I feel that I have already. He was very restrained but still very excited. At that time, I also knew why the fan checks were so strict. I was not his fan and I was very excited. How can I take pictures when the fans are here? I was so excited that I was feeling sleepy.

"Suddenly, I heard the little sister next to me say that Xiao Zhan came out. Who knew the family members immediately woke up and their eyes widened.

"The little sister next to me was even more exaggerated. While standing on tiptoes to look, she had already taken out a pair of glasses from her pocket. The three of them took turns looking at this face, this figure, this, this, this, this, this, really hot."

Repo 5

"Good news: I saw Xiao Zhan and Xiao Zhan also saw us!

"Bad news: I only saw the side face...

"I accidentally drove a rental car in the scenic area and saw it when I passed by the set (because the set was being cleared at that time and the staff said he had left after filming and we didn't know he was there) and then we paused... the director reminded

"After we got dressed, we were in a hurry to leave (we were shocked and worried about affecting their progress), but we pressed the button to reverse... which made everyone laugh. So Xiao Zhan turned around, probably to see what was going on with the rest of us in the car. Stayed to death.

"The weather was too cold, so I was in a hurry and the car got stuck. Haha, a few college students can't muster a sound brain. When he turned around, our eyes couldn't focus because it was snowing heavily and we were busy getting the car and we had to listen to the staff...and we all knew we couldn't take pictures, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh My dissatisfied eyes"

Repo 6

"He's tall, handsome, and has a good figure. His face is so good that he can't help but smile. Now I finally know how well Xiao Zhan's fans usually eat.

"I'm sorry, I'll climb the wall for two days. The crew members have good looks, good looks, and super food. It’s delicious. Apart from collecting my cell phone and trying to help me quit my Internet addiction, he’s really a killer. I’m so happy.

"My own aesthetics are my own aesthetics. I feel that he is the most stunning man I’ve ever seen in real life.

"Today I was assigned to Legend of Zanghai!!!!! I watched it up close for a long time! Xiao Zhan is so handsome! He’s so beautiful! I’m going crazy hahahahahaha I saw him in the daytime drama, and also in the evening drama, and I stood behind him and followed him. I passed him at close range several times and felt that my life was complete.

"Another thing I feel is that The Legend of Zanghai is so good. I get off work at a certain time, even earlier than the main actors. Haha, the rest are all group performances until the end"

Repo 7

"He is really worthy. He is very humble and polite on the set."

Repo 8

"Excited to meet Xiao Zhan in Hengdian

"The first time I came to Hengdian, I met the crew of "The Legend of Zanghai" during the Qingming Festival Along the River. The blue fence was Brother Zhan's RV. It was also fenced off during the filming, but you could see it from all sides.

"The filming started at 1 o'clock. At around 4 o'clock, many onlookers left. Brother Zhan walked through the show three times. The real person was handsome, tall and thin. He has a good figure, but he looks thinner than on TV."

Repo 9

"On 1.25, a blind box was opened in Hengdian and the crew of Xiao Zhan (The Legend of Zanghai) was opened. I finally met Xiao Zhan after coming to Hengdian for more than a month. The scene that day was shot for the scene where the male and female protagonists are on a boat. Xiao Zhan himself has a small face, a tall and handsome figure, and super good manners. He is worthy of being a top-notch look in domestic entertainment."

Repo 10

"The distance is less than one meter, haha, the kind of people who pass by each other, who knows?! Brother Zhan’s face is so small, as if he has beauty function turned on (it’s really not an exaggeration). His face is also very delicate, with a high nose Yes, the eyes are beautiful.

"They were filming the boat scene last night. When they got off the boat, everyone was staring at them, for fear of missing every second. I finish work after two o'clock and then go to the set later. I don't know if I can see the leading actor. Finally, I would like to say that celebrities are really good- looking in reality."

"The face is super small, even smaller than what you see on TV, and the temperament is very elegant."

"Ha, he is super handsome in real life."

#xiao zhan #actor gg #fan repos #legend of zanghai

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hetalianskywalker · 9 months ago

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Day 14: Trapped in the Lake

Pairing: Mer Boost x Reader

Summary: Something strange is happening in the lake near by.

Author’s Note: In the wider world I created for this little AU, four extra Jedi get to live. And one of them shows up here. Cause he is best dad.

Warnings: Cursing. A character being pretty ill.

Word Count: 915

Prompt: The dock that floats in the middle of the lake is small, cold and slick with algae. None of the coastal towns will admit to putting it there, which means something below is fishing.

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The dock that floats in the middle of the lake is small, cold and slick with algae. None of the coastal towns will admit to putting it there, which means something below is fishing. During the war, the Separatists had polluted the lake with something while occupying the island. The idea that something intelligent was now living in that water terrified everyone.

One night, you decide you’ve had enough of this mystery and take a small row boat out to the dock. Goosebumps appear on your skin as you stop next to it. Your fear is not quite letting you get on to it and it was healthy to listen to one’s instincts in situations like this.

“Wow. You’re pretty brave.” You scream in surprise at the voice, almost falling out of the boat. Thankfully, the other being holds the boat steady as he tries to not laugh his ass off.

“You okay?” He eventually gets out as his laughter dies. Once you catch your breath, you grab your lantern and pier over the side of the boat. Floating at the top of the water is a Mer clone. He has two odd stripes of red hair and a gray and white tail.

“What the hell are you doing out here?” You ask, surprised and concerned. “Your dock is scaring everyone and this water isn’t safe!”

“I know, but I’m kinda stuck.” He explains, flashing you his sharp teeth nervously.

“What do you mean stuck?” You gaze down into the murky depths, trying to see what could be holding him.

“No. I mean I can’t shift and leave the water.” He explains quickly. “Something in the water is blocking it. The others should be back for me soon.”

“Why the dock then?” The Mer goes to answer, but ends up coughing up a lung instead. You lift the lantern a bit higher and you notice how sickly he looks. You can see his veins more than you should and he looks a lot more tired than you originally thought.

“There was some wood already here and I needed something to keep me close to the surface. This way the others don’t have to get in the water to help me. And cause I’m not strong enough to get to the shoreline right now.” He shrugs, moving over to the dock in question. He moves his arms on top and lets his head rest on them a moment. You listen to the crickets for a moment as he tries to fight off his exhaustion.

“I’m Boost.” You offer your name softly in return. You stare worriedly down at the water; it was definitely making him sick. However, the ocean was too far and the village didn’t have enough clean water for him.

“When will they be back for you?” You ask worriedly and he smiles at you.

“We need a Jedi to purify the water and there aren’t many of those left. I’ll be all better when they get back. Don’t worry.”

Turns out you had every right to worry as he just gets sicker and sicker over the next few days. You end up having to row food out to him as he lays on the dock. It’s a vicious cycle, watching him lay out on the dock and feel better only to have to go back in to be able to breathe properly.

You're starting to lose faith when finally a group of four appear on the shoreline: three Mer clones and another species you had never seen before. You sit with him as Boost dizzily watches their boat get closer.

“General Koon?” Boost wheezes as the Jedi steps on to the dock.

“Easy Boost. It’s me.” His deep voice replies as you move out of his way. He sets a clawed hand on his forehead.

“You died?” He simply hushed him in response and began a chant. You watch in awe as the warm glow of magic appears from his hands. Slowly, Boost gains a bit of color back and his breathing evens out. When the chanting is done, he slowly sits up and changes into human form.

“We need to leave. The empire will be here soon.” A soft chorus of “yes sir” makes you chuckle. The Jedi waves you over to join them in the boat and you hop in as well.

“So who’s the girlfriend?”

“Fuck off, Sinker.” Boost snaps back and you almost burst out laughing.

“Stop it you two.” The one with the scar grumbles as the last member of the group tries not to laugh. The Jedi lets out a soft chuckle as well before turning to you. He quickly introduces the rest of the group before getting to the task at hand.

“You will need to come with us. It will not end well for you if the empire interrogates you.” Plo Koon informs you and you nod in agreement.

“Wait, you’ll really come?” Boost moves to sit up a bit more and almost falls over. You and Comet barely catch him before he hits his head. Sinker almost says something smug between his chuckles, but you all make it shore before he can. Specifically, Wolffe half drags him along to come stand guard with Plo Koon while you and Comet carry Boost.

“Yeah, Boost.” You smile brightly up at him and you resist the urge to tease him when you see him look away a bit embarrassed. “You ain’t getting rid of me that easy.”

#star wars #the clone wars #rare clone x reader #clone trooper boost #clone trooper boost x reader #mermay #mermaid au

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dubiousduskwight · 5 months ago

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Day 5: Stamp

Fishing off the edge of Pier #2 was an everyday kind of farce in Kugane. A good catch wasn’t impossible, but the anglers that congregated around the dock stuck near boats where they were unlikely to get a bite. Many didn’t even bother to bait their hooks. During the day it was a place for those with someone to avoid and nothing better to do beyond gossip with the locals. At night, it was a useful place for calm and quiet, and many a henpecked spouse stayed out late “fishing at the pier” only to come home empty-handed.

Calm and quiet also made the pier a useful place for clandestine nighttime meetings, something the Sekiseigumi also knew, which is why Suzume only went fishing during the day. Despite the bustle of daytime business, it was harder to be observed among the business at the docks. Don’t do anything outlandish, focus on the rod and water, and every so often, cast and recast, and blend in. Few would notice a ragged-looking peasant woman in a frayed and old-fashioned sugata, and fewer would care. The common folk of Hingashi were much like those of Doma in their desire not to trouble themselves with what did not concern them. She appreciated that.

Beside her, Ryūsai was trying, and failing, to avoid outlandishness. He’d made the effort to blend in, trading his robes for a cheap outfit from the shops, one so bland and grey she felt inclined to ask after the tailor. The failure was in his reaction beside her. She’d delivered the prints to him for review as planned but his loss of composure was not: From the corner of her eye, she could see his curiosity change to revulsion as he flipped between each thin piece of parchment in the pack. By the third one, his mouth was half-open and his brow had knit in upon itself in disgust, lip curling up his and hiding his thin mustache, and by the fifth he looked as if he might retch.

Wordlessly, she took one hand off of her rod to place it on his left shoulder. It wouldn’t do if he dropped them the goods off of the pier. He didn’t bother looking through the rest of the papers in detail, simply packing them back up with shaking fingers and placing them back in their case. “It’s perverse,” he said, his voice trembling to match his hands, which carefully tied a set of twine string and wrapping paper back into place around the set.

Suzume shrugged, drawing back her fishing rod. “It’s art.”

“It’s sick. How could you stand to see it?” “I didn’t look for long.” She had seen worse in the Resistance, but there was no point in mocking Ryūsai for his reaction. Suzume envied his disgust; when she had reviewed each piece of the set, in detail, she had felt an anger, a tightening of her chest and a desire to strike the artist that she still suppressed. She would gladly have traded that for disgust. “But they work, don’t they?”

“I don’t see how they won’t get a reaction, no,” said Ryūsai. “Put them in the right places with the right people and the Enclave will have no end of complaints. It’s a small set, though, so we’ll have to be careful.”

“What do you mean, small?” Suzume tipped her head just far enough to get a better look at him, her mouth twisting to the side in irritation. “The artist said the same thing, but that’s nine-hundred pages.” “Right, and they’re nine to a set, so you have a hundred sets. That’s not bad, but it’s mass distribution. And the people who use these most, they hide them away. It’ll work for a test run, and that’s what we asked, but soon enough we’ll need ten times this many.”

“Oh.” She looked away from Ryūsai, keeping her eyes fixed on the water. “I thought he was trying to gouge me.”

“...Did you tell him that?” Ryūsai asked, but Suzume didn’t respond. He turned his head and bent forward to look her in the eye, causing her to twist her face farther and farther to the left to avoid his gaze. He gave up when looking any further would risk him tumbling off of the pier. “Do I have to apologize for you?”

“No.” Her sigh was soft and exasperated, and some chatter on the pier behind them, and the call of a ferryman looking for passengers, filled the silence. “Maybe.” “If he’ll still take our money, I’ll check with him after the test run. I meant to see how he block prints anyhow, or get something designed.”

“Fine. When you see him.” Suzume’s lip curled and nose twisted in frustration. Without warning, her head fell to the side, landing on Ryūsai’s shoulder and loosening the ill-kempt bun that tied up her hair. “I want to see her again,” she murmured.

“You’ll see her soon, you know that.” Ryūsai’s shoulders tensed, and he continued looking straight ahead. His voice dropped to match hers; the moment she had made her request, secrecy trumped the need to blend in. “It won’t be much longer.” “You see her all the time. It’s been weeks for me.”

“Not as often as you say,” he replied. Suzume kicked the side of the pier with her feet in response. “I know, it’s tough. You have the worst job. Somebody has to keep an eye on things here. Please, endure it.”

“We don’t endure.” Her reply was sharp and icy, and Ryūsai flinched, seeming to regret his choice of words. “Stay in my place,” she continued. “Just for a few days. I’ll deliver the prints and come back right after.”

“Right after, of course.” Ryusai placed a hand in the folds of his kimono. Shortly after, a small card passed from his hand to Suzume’s, that of a bright, white full moon on a red background over a dark hillside. She was quicker with her hands when she placed its identical counterpart in his palm.

“Thank you.” She lifted her head from Ryūsai’s shoulder, and looked back at her fishing pole. “Why didn’t you bring your own, anyway?”

“Was I supposed to? I thought we were only making the exchange.” “We were, and we did. You can’t just get up and walk away right after, though, that’s suspicious. Here,” She passed the cheap bamboo rod into Ryūsai’s hands. “Just cast for a little while. Anyway, you still look a little pale, it’ll take your mind off of things. Please, just end - “ She stopped herself mid-sentence, and Ryūsai gave her a wry smile. It was a difficult phrase to overcome, beaten into both of them as citizens of Doma.

“We don’t endure,” he said. “But it’s a nice day. Show me how to use this.”

#ffxiv rp #ffxivwrite2024 #a bright and beautiful moon

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pr1ncesspopstar · 5 months ago

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Secrets, Secrets - FFXIV Write 2024 - Day 14: Telling

Ao3

Halditar wasn’t unfamiliar with the crime that ran in the city-states underbellies. Most of the time, on the end of the persecutor. Whether it be against Redbelly hunters in the Twelveswoods or the conning marketers of Sapphire Avenue. More than once she had been their target, their victim, and their downfall. But no place was quite as openly, hypocritically criminal infested as Limsa Lominsa. It only made sense, ‘twas an island taken by pirates and sea ravagers, at first to survive, then thrive. It was a legacy long and storied, and only recently finally given some rest under the watchful eye of Admiral Merlwyb.

Of course, rules penned in such dark ink were hard to wipe away in such a short time. It would take years to fade, seen in how thieves and beggars and bribes could be found around every corner, and twice as many thieves were wise enough to stay hidden in plain sight. One of the reasons that for all her love of the culture and the salty air, Halditar never considered living amongst the seafolk for even a moment.

And such a point was proven on her walk around the dock late into the night.

The fishing boat she sailed upon docking as a heavy fog swallowed up the towering white stone Limsa was so known for. She could only see a few feet ahead of her, her only guidance being lanterns that pierced through the mist. Even the moon was muted by the clouds, a ball of yellow light that hung low to their star this night.

She was so focused on making sure she didn’t step off the docks she failed to hear the footsteps as they came up from behind. Only aware of the danger when it was too late, a dagger’s blade pressed firmly against the tender flesh connecting the bottom of her jaw to her neck. The other hand wrapped around her waist and arms, pulling them close to her assailant’s body. A touch of warmth blossomed from her skin, and she soon felt a drop of blood stick to her shirt as the dagger tip scraped her skin open.

“Easy there, lad,” Halditar was surprised by how steady her own voice was. She’d crumpled under lesser threats before. Though she supposed that was before she’d been to lands and worlds far beyond this one. “Are you sure you want to do this? If you’re in need of gil I got plenty to-”

“Shut it! Make any move for a weapon and we both get to find out if your blood is really red or blue. No screaming either,” He emphasized his point with a tap of the blade on her chin. Already, she could feel a sense of wooziness start to overtake her sense. Ah, that scrape hadn’t been an accident. “Now, why don’t we just take a quiet walk along the piers together, you and I? I’ve some important fellows interested in meetin’ ya.”

“Well, there’s a problem with that lad,” she began, resisting the urge to gulp as the blad pressed harder in a silent threat. She didn’t let her voice strain through, as she closed her eyes and felt an aetheric connection buzz to life and slip silently off her back. “Nouliths make very little sound or mess when their fired.”

The moment her sentence finished, the arms around her slacked, the body of the stranger falling forward on her back, and then to the side. The only sign of the finishing blow was a faint purple flash as all four of her weapons shot different, critical parts of the body. Perhaps a bit overkill and cruel after using aetheric lasers to sever spine from skull, but she wasn’t willing to mess with someone willing to bring a poisoned knife to try and subdue her.

Speaking of, she felt her vision start to darken and blur. Before the world could spin and start falling out from under her, the swiftest cast of esuna she could manage had her feeling like she was doused in cold water. Wide awake, steady enough to feel the waves lapping beneath the boardwalk. She stretched her neck, enjoying the simple freedom of neck movement before turning to look at the corpse she just made splayed across the wood ground.

He was a Hyur, a big and bulky type with dark hair and a dash of scaring across his face. He didn’t seem Ala Mighan or from anywhere near Othard. His voice had a bit of gruff yet posh twang to it… A former Garlean conscript or devotee? Would have been the first to come after her in cold blood so openly.

Regardless of his origin, she didn’t have the technical skill to dig up information of his body and leaving a body stranded for the poor sailors to deal with in the morning would have been in poor taste. Ever thankfully, she knew of a dutiful sort capable of handling the rat’s body with all the graces the Twelve could offer. With little care for the bastard, she picked him up like she was supporting a drunk rather than a corpse, and made way to the Convent of Edelweiss.

“Cor, this is some nasty stuff he tried to get you with,” Jacke remarked as he twirled the would-be kidnappers blade between his fingers, eyes glinting with a mix of admiration and anger. Halditar made no remark, more focused on cleaning her own blood off her shirt. “Though, what you did to the bastard in turn was nastier. The first blow didn’t even kill him proper, just sent him into shock.”

“Had I known that I might not have killed him right away, I could have squeezed a bit more information out. Drugs didn’t have me thinking straight…” She swore and turned, grabbing a shot and swallowing it down. Drinking was probably the last thing she should have been doing just before the sun rose, but with what just happened, she considered it medicine for the soul.

“Nah, better the bastard dead than you stolen away.” Jacke said, leaning back to watch her with a playful glint to his gaze. She never liked that look. It meant he knew something she didn’t.

“So, what’d you pull off the bloke's body before sinking it?” She asked.

“Nothing useful, unfortunately. Either his employers give good instructions or he was smart enough not to leave many ties. We’ll still report this of course, but not much will come of it, sadly. Seems targeted though, so we shouldn’t have to worry about them going after others.”

She hummed. It was disappointing to her, but expected. Not everyone could cover their tracks well, but those that did left other’s grasping for scraps of information.

“Though, there was one thing we found…” Jacke didn’t bother hiding a knowing grin. Halditar could groan and roll her eyes. This had to be something if he was looking so smarmy about it.

“Out with it then, I ain’t got all night.

“The name ‘Snoebryda’ ring a bell?”

“... Nope.” She paused, for many reasons. A quick flurry of emotions lit up in her gut, before quieting as her voice of logic spoke up. Calming the panic she felt after hearing that name, attached to one that so blatantly tried to kidnap her. It could have meant exactly what she worried it did. Could have been a chance. Most likely, a former enemy she made when she still had that name she didn’t remember. It didn’t matter as there was no trail to pursue, and she wasn’t intent on traveling them.

“Ah, a shame. Could have been a lead.” Jacke said with a nod, and in a kinder tone for what a bastard he could be. He may have been a rogue to the very core, but he was a man of honor and subtly to the last. Halditar knew he could read her. He knew she was lying. And it was a secret that would now follow them until death or she told it freely.

“Could have.” she mused, slamming her shot glass down and pushing off from the bar.

From the hole in the stone the Rogue’s guild called home she emerged, slipping into the fog with a much more careful lightness to her step. She all but melted into it, holding secrets of an abandoned life to her chest, and another body that was dropped into the seas far from port under the dark of night.

#ffxiv #ffxiv wol #ffxivwrite #my writing #ff14 #ffxivwrite2024 #ffxiv writing #ffxiv fanfiction #ffxiv fic

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adventures-on-foster-island · 2 years ago

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Saturday night, Ellisa began receiving emergency alerts from Hoenn. Some kind of storm, bad enough for a region-wide evacuation. "Maybe Kyogre and Groudon are at it again," she thought, "but better safe than sorry."

She gathered the staff for a meeting. "Act like there's a hurricane coming. Get all visitors and Pokémon indoors, do not let anyone leave. Pull down the plastic tarps over the garden beds and secure them well, and close the rainwater collection system so it doesn't flood. Be prepared to take in refugees. Lets also make sure our supply inventory is up to date in case we need to ration." As the island staff hurried off to help prepare for the worst, Lynn rubbed Ellisa’s shoulders from behind, planting a kiss on the top of her head.

"I need to go help on the mainland," he whispered.

"You are needed here, and I will not have you risk the lives of your Pokémon like that. They've barely had time to recover from your last trip," she reached up to squeeze his hands on her shoulders, "Walk with me to the docks?"

Lynn begrudgingly followed his partner outside, only to be hit in the face with a putrid odor. The sky was dark and stormy, wind howling in their ears, and they could see waves crashing high against the cliffs as they made their way to the docks where a few passenger ships remained. Captains and crew huddled together on the pier, looking out at the treacherous sea. One Captian stepped forward as the couple approached, "There's reports of a terrorist attack, some kind of acid rain across Hoenn and Johto. Ships are not to attempt to dock at either region."

"Well come on inside then, get warm and dry. Hopefully it will miss us," Ellisa ushered them up towards the main building, but returned to the docks again. Through the binoculars on the pier, she could see several other passenger ships approaching at great speed. "See, my love? I need you here. We've never had this many visitors at once," she turned her vision side to side and could see a wall of rain falling several miles out, and flocks of wild flying and water type Pokémon rushing to get out of it. "Oh Arceus, those poor things. Help me set up shelters please?"

Lynn grumbled but obliged, knowing he wasn't going to make it out past the storm. Their shared time at the ranger academy had given them the necessary skills to make quick work of dozens of shelters, both over the water and on land. As they finished, they began to hear shouting on the radio.

"Ellisa, you need to get back inside. The news reports... you have to see it for yourself but get back inside before you get caught in the storm, over."

The caretaker looked to her ranger and rolled her eyes, believing her staff to be over reacting. "I'm coming, I'm coming, calm down don't scare our visitors, over." The acrid scent on the wind was strong as Lynn and Ellisa made their way back towards the main building. When they arrived, the tension prickled their skin. A quiet murmur ran through the crowded building, eyes fixed on the television screens on the walls of the welcome center.

"Team Snagem leader Victoria holds the world hostage, demanding a battle circuit and Pokémon Centers for Orre. Sources say that she has captured and Shadowfied a Ho-Oh, and it's Shadow Sky is causing the acid rain. Please stay indoors, it is too late to evacuate at this time. Contact with the rain will cause severe chemical burns, and may cause death."

Things were far worse than Ellisa had imagined.

Late that night, once most guests and staff had gone to sleep, Ellisa poured over the books for the day. "At least my grant money is doing some good," she mumbled to herself. The staff had brought her a comprehensive list of every resource and every guest taking refuge on the island. Unbelievably, despite being near max capacity, they had an abundance of water and food to go around. Satisfied with her paperwork, but too anxious to sleep, Ellisa turned on the weather report to watch the storm move. "Lynn, Lynn wake up, you have to see this." She gently shook her partner's leg. After a few moments of fighting to go back to sleep, Lynn gumpily rubbed his eyes.

"What in Groudon's name could possibly be urgent enough.." he stopped talking when he saw the screen. The angry storm moved completely around Foster Island, avoiding it entirely, as if some kind of barametric force were pushing it away. "Well... at least everyone here is safe then. Please come to bed." He crawled back under the covers, pulling his partners arm as he urged her to rest.

When daylight broke, Ellisa checked the news before coming down to the main floor. Everything was awful. The death count was high, and images of the damage were unfathomable. They had to do something.

It only took a few hours to sort out who was willing and able to help and what skills they could use to their advantage. They found some seamstresses to stitch specialized raincoats for flying types, fighting types and stronger humans carried supplies, water types and their trainers filled and sealed containers with stored water, gardeners and grass types harvested fresh berries from the garden, everyone working together as one. By Monday morning, dozens of Flying types had been fashioned with protective gear and GPS trackers, and saddled with baskets of supplies, and sent off to find those in dire need.

To be continued??

#team snagem shadow sky #high stakes pokeblogging #pokemon #story time with Ellisa

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casspurrjoybell-25 · 1 year ago

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November - Chapter 26

*Warning Adult Content*

- Cooper -

Cooper could tell Oliver was quietly worrying about him leaving for his fishing job.

He was still freaked out after watching 'The Perfect Storm' despite all Cooper had done to reassure him he'd be fine.

Cooper understood how Oliver felt though because no matter how many times the older man reassured himself that his boyfriend would still be here when he got back, he was afraid he wouldn't be.

Cooper knew he was asking a lot of Oliver to be without him for months after he had just moved here.

Oliver was snuggled against Cooper on the couch, playing with a loose thread on his boyfriends flannel shirt.

"I know you said you don't have a lot of down time when you're fishing but can we try to set up a time to call each other? I want to make sure we keep in touch."

A sense of dread settled in Cooper’s chest.

"Uh, Oliver? You know there usually isn't cell phone service all the way out on the ocean, right?"

"What?"

Oliver sat up and looked at Cooper, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Once we get a certain distance from the shore, we're too far away from any cell towers. I'll have cell service again when we dock every month and I'll see all of your texts then. I can call you and spend the entire day and night on the phone with you until we head back out to sea."

"So I'll only be able to talk to you three times while you're gone?" Oliver asked, a note of disbelief in his voice.

"Yeah," Cooper said, avoiding his boyfriend’s eyes.

"I'm sorry. I thought you knew about the lack of cell service. I guess I assumed you've been on a cruise or something and experienced it then."

Oliver was quiet and Cooper didn't know if he was going to yell at him or get up and storm off.

Was this going to be their first fight?

Cooper knew this was probably his fault for not being clear about everything but he didn't want Oliver to be upset with him.

When Cooper dared to glance over at Oliver, he was slumped down on the couch, looking completely dejected.

It pained the older man to see his boyfriend’s pretty chestnut eyes without any light in them.

Cooper reached over and took Oliver’s hand, gently brushing his thumb over the back of his knuckles.

"I'm sorry. Are you mad at me?"

Oliver sighed and shook his head.

"It's not your fault. The situation just sucks. Is there anything we can do? How does the boat communicate with someone on shore if there's an emergency?"

"By satellite. So we're covered for crucial communications, like information about the weather and we can get help if we need it. It's tough to be away from our families for that long, but all the guys just deal with it."

Cooper smiled and tried to joke with Oliver.

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder, right?"

Oliver leaned forward and buried his face in Cooper’s chest.

"It does but I hate it. I'm going to miss you," Oliver said, his voice muffled by Cooper’s shirt.

The older man wrapped his arms around his body’s slender frame.

"I know. I'm going to miss you too. More than you know."

- Oliver -

Less than two weeks later, the day had finally come.

This time, Cooper was leaving out of a port in Seattle, so he didn't have to fly anywhere.

Oliver drove his boyfriend to Seattle the night before and they spent one last night together in a hotel before he had to be at the pier in the morning.

Oliver was dreading the moment Cooper would get on a ship and leave him behind but he tried to focus on the surprise he had for him.

He wasn't content to do nothing about their communication situation.

He did some research and found out there were satellite phones that could be used in remote areas, like in the mountains or out at sea.

Some of them only had texting capabilities but he bought one that could make calls too.

After parking his car, Oliver walked with Cooper to the pier where the fishing vessel was docked.

It was bigger than he expected.

There were a few other large ships docked nearby and the pier was bustling with activity and people all around but Oliver didn't care.

Cooper didn't either because he set his bag on the ground and turned to face Oliver, taking both of his tiny hands in his.

"I wish I didn't have to say goodbye to you."

"I know. But I'm optimistic that it won't be that bad."

Oliver gently let go of his hands and shrugged off the small backpack he was wearing and then opened it up and took out the satellite phone.

"I got this for you so you can text and call me when you get a chance. It's all set up and ready to go, and I put all of your family member's phone numbers in it too."

Cooper stared at Oliver, his eyes wide and his mouth open in shock.

He looked down at the phone and took it, shaking his head.

"These phones are expensive. I know one guy who has one and he paid over a thousand dollars for it. And you have to pay for a subscription to the satellite service, which isn't cheap either. Oliver... I don't know what to say."

Oliver smiled at him.

"Well, I have an incredible boyfriend who won't let me pay rent, so I had a chunk of money laying around."

Cooper surprised his boyfriend by lunging forward and throwing his arms around him, squeezing him tight and lifting him enough that his feet left the ground.

"Thank you," Cooper mumbled into his hair.

"Put me down," Oliver laughed.

"There was no way I wasn't going to buy it. I need to be able to text you more than once a month and I need to hear your voice."

Cooper set him back down but kept his arms around his waist and kissed him.

Oliver pressed closer to Cooper, kissing back deeply enough that he couldn't breathe.

Oliver’s hands were in his boyfriend’s hair and he could smell him and feel his beard tickling his face.

Oliver tried to memorize all of it.

He couldn't believe it was going to be four months until he got to see him and touch him again.

He was getting choked up but he convinced himself to keep it together and not embarrass them by being a teary mess.

Cooper's lips left his but he continued to hug Oliver tightly, swaying them in place.

One of the guys near the fishing vessel called Cooper's name and Oliver knew they couldn't put off the goodbye any longer.

Oliver steps back, giving Cooper space to pick up his bag and straighten out his clothes.

Cooper smiled at Oliver but his eyes were wet.

"Promise me you'll still be here when I get back? I know this is a lot for a brand new relationship and I'm scared of losing you."

"You won't lose me. I'll be counting down the days until you're back. I'm not going anywhere."

Oliver reached out and took one of Cooper’s larger hands.

"I love you."

"I love you too. So much."

Cooper kissed him again and when he pulled away, Oliver held onto his hand until the last second, until their arms were both stretched out and they were forced to let go.

Oliver watched the man he loves board the fishing vessel and he stood there until it left the port and was a speck in the distance.

Then, he turned around to go back to his car and start the long drive home, with nothing waiting for him except an empty house.

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gaps-between-stories · 2 years ago

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A sneak peek of the prequel to Safe Ship, Harbored, my introduction of Anne Bonny and Mary Read to the canon timeline!

1706.

It had been threatening to rain all day. The air was humid, thick enough to chew, and the blanket of gray clouds had caused them to delay their departure from port. But Mary had already made up her mind a week ago; she knew that this would be her last stop on the Marianne, knew that she couldn’t stand to stay on that damn ship any longer, watch Anne and Jack playing house any longer.

She knew that she could find work easily on another ship, with another crew, knew she could start binding her chest again and none would be the wiser, knew the likelihood of being the only woman on board another vessel.

Mary knew that she would never have to see Anne again.

She’d waited until the sun had nearly set, having told only Izzy of her plan, before quickly sneaking down the side of the ship and onto the pier.

She thought she’d successfully gotten away with it, more than halfway down the length of the dock when she heard a shout from behind her.

“So what? You’re just gonna walk away?” Anne called after her as she scrambled to descend down the rope ladder. Her voice was indignant, entitled, because of course it was. Anne was used to getting her way.

Mary didn’t turn to look at her, doing her best to ignore the sound of boots on wood as Anne thundered down the dock after her.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Anne tried again, voice much closer this time.

20 more feet and Mary’d be off the pier, slipping into the mingling crowd where the wood met the cobblestone. Mary easily got lost in crowds, knew how to blend in, avoid detection. Avoid Anne.

“I didn’t think I needed your permission.”

15 feet.

“Of course you don’t need my fucking permission, but I assumed you cared enough to maybe mention it.”

10 feet.

“Wouldn’t want to burden you and Jack.”

6 feet.

A pause.

3 feet.

“That’s not fair.”

Mary whirled around, her pained expression causing Anne to halt in her tracks. “Really? You want to talk about fair right now? No, this isn’t fair, Anne!”

She had spent endless nights pacing the ship’s deck trying to wrack her brain for any way of making this work, of staying on this ship. But everytime Anne met her eyes across the mess, every time Jack touched Anne, running his hands over body like he owned it, every time Anne had one too many whiskies and let her touches linger, let her eyes wander, let her sweet words flow uninhibited, a piece of Mary died.

“I can’t do this without you,” Anne pleaded, voice strained.

Mary didn’t have any more to give.

“Stop - ”

Anne grabbed her wrist, trying to bridge the space between them. “I need you. I can’t do this without you. I don’t know how to do this without you, Mer.”

Mer.

Mary had been there for every moment of Anne’s tenure on the ship. Fuck, she’d been there when Anne first met Jack, first got brought into the folds of their world, first chose to live this fucking life. Every sparing lesson, every rigging demonstration, every late night drunken confession when Anne needed a confidant who just understood.

She’d had seen Anne from the moment she sat at their table in Spanish Jackie’s, saw the potential for greatness, knew with the right training and support she’d take their world by storm. Anne was a hurricane. Mary’d just never expected to get caught in it.

“Anne,” Mary sobbed, yanking herself away as if she’d been burned. “Stop – stop it, Anne – no, you’re being mean.” She felt the first drop of rain roll down her cheek. Thunder rolled in the distance.

“Can we talk about this?” Anne pleaded, eyes desperately searching Mary’s for any recognition, any understanding. “Please?” Anne’s own eyes were bloodshot, surrounded by dark circles. She hadn’t been sleeping.

“There isn’t anything else to say,” Mary responded coolly. Liar.

Mary could have filled libraries with the words she wanted to say, to scream, to sob. The poets would quake with the words she could have used to describe how irredeemably and irrevocably in love Mary Read was with Anne Bonny. How Anne had ignited something in Mary she had never felt before, how she burned at the thought of seeing her, touching her, loving her.

“Please,” Anne whispered.

Mary slowly closed the space between them, standing dangerously close to Anne – who smelled like fucking orange and clove and cinnamon – their shared heat radiating like a furnace. It took every ounce of self control, and then at least another gallon more, to not take Anne in her arms then and there, to mold their bodies into one indistinguishable form forever. Her heart was hammering so loud that she thought all of St. Martin could hear it.

Anne shuddered at their proximity, restrained by a million invisible strings which threatened to snap at any moment as Mary leaned closer, lips practically brushing her ear.

“Do you love him?” It was the cruelest question Mary could ask.

Her gaze slowly dragged up Anne’s body, knowing it was a mistake when she met the other woman’s green eyes, shimmering with emotion.

She’d never seen Anne cry before.

#ofmd fic #ofmd fanfic #ofmd #ofmd au #fanfic #fic #fanfiction #my writing #ao3 #our flag means death #anne bonny #mary read #israel hands #calico jack #edward teach #angst

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ilooklikeaburntchickenugget · 3 years ago

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Cruel Summer

A/N: This is very clearly based off a similar plot line to The Summer I Turned Pretty, but I felt like the title (based off the Taylor Swift song, obviously) fit it way better. I hope y’all enjoy! :) Pairing: Gerard Way x F!Reader Word count: 5,294 words Warnings: Angst, mentions of alcoholism and drug use, swearing, age gap (slight, it’s not that bad TBH)

There were many things you loved about the Ways.

Most of your childhood memories were composed of the two of them, their faces flashing through your mind like an old film reel movie. Mikey and you playfully fighting and splashing in the water, Gerard coming to rescue you. You and Mikey baking, Gerard making sure you didn’t burn down the house. Mikey and you racing on your bikes to see who could get to the pier first.

And while the consistent theme of every summer belonged to you and Mikey being the more child-like ones, due to you being the same age and also 4 years younger than Gerard, Gerard also happened to be fun sometimes. Usually when Mikey wasn’t around.

Like one morning when you and Gerard walked down to the local, and only, bakery in the small vacation town you called your second home for the summer while your moms and Mikey were still sleeping, and gleefully ran back home in the pouring rain, the only disruption to the pattering of the heavy raindrops on the pavement being your laughter with each other.

Or when you found Gerard smoking on the dock at night when you couldn’t sleep, and you two decided to walk on the beach together until you found a comfortable spot to look up and stare at the stars, picking out different constellations and making shapes out of the rare cloud that passed through the night sky.

Or the one night when you made the mistake at 15 of sneaking out at night to go to a beach party where typically the 17 and older crowd were at midnight, only to find yourself too close to a guy who was far your senior, Gerard finally looking over and noticing you, nearly starting a fight with a guy then walking you home and scolding you as harshly as he could until you cried.

That night was the night you had fallen in love with Gerard Way. You had always had a crush on him. It was fun being 12 and having a crush on the 16 year old bad-boy type guy who happened to be your mom’s best friends son. But that night, there was no crush. It was only love.

Gerard looked deeply into your eyes once he heard a small sob, stopping completely in the sand your bare feet walked on together and pulled you in to hold you as tight as he could. “I’m, so, so sorry Y/N.” He sighed, mumbling the words into your hair as you cried into his shirt. “I just- I thought he was gonna do something to you and I- it wasn’t you’re fault. I’m sorry I got mad at you.”

Flash forward to now, sitting on the beach and reading next to Mikey. Being 17 and all meant you had to be mature, no more playing rough games and splashing in the water, or building sand castles, or chasing each other down the beach. You were basically an adult, and you had to begin to do adult things.

You really liked reading on the beach, actually. The sun heating up your skin just right, the water swashing in the background. Nothing was more calming than that.

The only thing that made it better was seeing a shirtless Gerard emerge from the water, his hair all wet as he moved it out of his face and over his head, the light muscles shadowing over his abdomen and up his arms showing. You were thankful to have sunglasses on, so you could discreetly stare right at him for as long as you wanted.

A part of you wanted to go up and say hi, see if he wanted to go in the water again with you. But he had been... off, this summer.

He wasn’t very interactive with everyone, seemed gloomy all the time. You wanted to ask him what was wrong, maybe have him open up, but you only tried that once and it ended with him getting aggressive and defensive towards you. And unlike that one night on the beach, there was not a moment of remorse or consoling nature in what he had said.

Meanwhile, Mikey Way had always had a crush on you. It was painfully obvious on mornings like these where he always made and handed you coffee in your favorite mug with a almost laughable smile on his face. You gave a light ‘thank you’ and began sipping on it, looking over at Gerard who seemed to be intrigued by this interaction, then immediately going back to filling his own mug for what you imagined to be the second or third time today.

You loved them both dearly, just in different ways. It would be nearly impossible for you to see Mikey anything more than a best friend, a brother. He never occupied your mind at night the same way Gerard did, wrapping your arms around yourself to fall asleep and pretending they were his.

“So, what are your plans today, kiddos?” Your mom came in and asked, sitting down at the table next to Donna despite you being at the kitchen island next to Mikey, and Gerard still standing by the coffee machine. You all shrugged with no apparent answer in sight. “Oh c’mon, there’s gotta be something you wanna do.”

“Not really,” Mikey responded nonchalantly, “I’ve got a tournament later tonight with Frank and Ray and-” “Not your video games again.” Donna sighed, “Mikey, it’s summer! The one time a year when there’s no excuse to be cooped up all inside.” “But this is important, Ma!” He complained and she sighed, knowing it was not worth fighting this battle.

“I heard they reopened the seaside overlook.” Your mom mentioned. “Damn, how long has it been closed now? Like, five years?” Donna nodded.

“Had to fix all the roads up there, takes a while.” She replied.

“That might be fun to see.” You said, taking another sip of your coffee. “Great, idea. Gerard, why don’t you two go up there later?” “Hm?” Gerard responded, coming back from whatever far away land he was in placed deep within in his mind.

“I said, why don’t you and Y/N go to the reopened overlook?” “Why can’t she go by herself? I don’t wanna see it-” “Gerard!” She snapped, “You have the car, you take her. Besides, I would feel more comfortable with a more experience driver driving up those hills. No offense, dear.” She looked over to you and you shrugged, a small signal of understanding.

He scoffed and continued back to his coffee.

Once everyone else had departed, Gerard figured it would be easiest to get the dishes out of the way while he was alone. He leant over the kitchen sink and began scrubbing away at the mugs and small plates, letting some of the internal build up out and scrubbing so hard his finger tips grew red with the friction from the sponge. He sighed a bit.

“Gerard,” He heard his mother lightly say, turning around to see her standing in the doorway. “Will you please take Y/N up there? I think it’ll be a good bonding activity for you two and-” “Mom, I don’t need a bonding activity with her.” He sighed, returning back to harshly scrubbing the dishes, “I’ve spent all of my summers with her the last 17 years. I think I know her.” “But she doesn’t know you.” Donna replied, and Gerard turned around again to give her a confused and confronting look. “You’ve changed, Gerard, and not for the better.” “Not this conversation again I-” “You need to get off the alcohol. Stop drinking. It’s bad for you and you know it. Physically, mentally. It’s tearing you away from who you are.”

“Don’t lecture me about who I am.” He spat out like venom, “I have changed. Whether you or anyone else likes it, and I don’t need your permission to be this version of myself. I’ve got my own.”

He wasn’t sure why, but Gerard had given in.

That’s how he was here. Staring at you from the driver’s seat of his car, your back to him as you overlooked the glowing sunset or orange and pink, the blue water help playing as a contrast and compliment to the backdrop of the sky.

He had always admired your innocence. He doubted you had your first kiss yet. He tugged a bit with his teeth on his bottom lip as he contemplated you. Your hair flowing lightly in the wind as you just sat there, so still and serene like nothing else mattered in the world but that given moment.

He didn’t like being distant from you this summer. But it was better to keep you further away, with the old version of him still in your mind, instead of letting you see the new one. That was maybe what terrified him most, ruining you.

It was the same reason he had always been more protective over you. Whenever you and Mikey fought, he always came to your defense. Whenever you got yourself into danger, he would be the first in line to take the fall before you. It was the same reason he held you the way he did two years ago at the beach under the dulling stars, because he knew you needed someone to hold you in the way he could.

He took a deep breath, unbuckling his seat belt and deciding to join you. He had almost hoped you wouldn’t say anything, maybe just sit there in each other’s presence, but of course you didn’t. You couldn’t read the mind of a man you didn’t know.

“Hey,” You softly said, not looking away from the view as he sat next to you.

“Hey.” He replied simply, staring into the picturesque view you had been enjoying.

“I forgot how pretty it was out here.” You said and he nodded.

“It is pretty great.” He stated, placing his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. There were a few seconds of silence that lingered between the two of you.

“Can you be honest with me?” You asked and he hummed, looking over to see you chipping at your nail polish, a nervous tick you had since you were a kid.

“Yeah, sure.” He replied as genuinely as possible, which he realized didn’t sound very genuine at all.

“Did I do anything to make this whole thing different?” You asked and he hummed again more in confusion. “Did I do anything to change us?” “No,” He stated promptly, “It has nothing to do with you.” It has everything to do with you.

You nodded, still unconvinced. “Can you please tell me what’s going on then?” You pleaded and he stayed silent a few more seconds.

“Adult stuff.” He replied and you nearly snorted.

“Ya know I’m gonna be an adult in less than a year, right?” “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean all adult stuff naturally comes to you. You don’t just know about it all right then and there.”

“Hm.” You twisted your mouth a bit. “When will I get to hear about all this adult stuff then?” “When you’re old enough.” “And when will that be?” “When you stop asking stupid questions like that.” You grumbled at him.

“I’m just trying to understand what’s so wrong this summer!” You cried out, “I mean, what suddenly changed everything? Huh? What made this all so fucking different?” He smiled a bit, “It’s not funny, Gerard!” “You saying ‘fucking’ is really cute.” “Oh my God!” You scoffed, getting up from where you sat, “I can’t stand you right now! I just want to know what’s happening! It’s not a hard request to make, it’s not a hard answer either.” You paced around a bit and he didn’t respond.

“Not everything’s easy, Y/N. You will learn that.” “Oh don’t baby bullshit me!” You spat, “You were only me four years ago and now you’re acting like you know how the fucking world works. How does it, Gerard, tell me, hm? Why the fuck does the universe exist and how the fuck did we get here and where do we go when we die-” “Would you stop!” He finally yelled out, looking up at you with a sharp face and standing up, slowly walking to you as you began to back away slowly. His much bigger body seemed far more intimidating and threatening than the comforting one you had always dreamed of calling yours. “I don’t have the answer to how the world fucking works, and I don’t give a shit. What I do know, though, is that my life is fucking miserable right now and you interrogating me about it is making it a hell of a lot worse. So just leave me alone before you learn the adult answers on your own, because sweetheart, it won’t be pretty.”

He didn’t mean a single damn word of it.

He sat at the kitchen counter tops, head in his hands as he thought about his blow on you. You were absolutely pushing him to his limit, but it didn’t give him any right to scare you the way he did. It didn’t give him an excuse to cause you so much pain that you were hiding in your room right now, as you had been the past two days.

Of course he had to fuck up and deflect all of his misery onto the person who deserved it least.

“How’s it goin’?” He heard your mom, out of all people, come into the kitchen and empty some dirty glasses into the sink.

“How does it look like it’s going?” He snarked right back and she gave him a warning look, “Okay, look, I’m sorry. I fucked up and hurt her and for no good reason.” “It’s a self-destructive habit you’ve had for a while.” She lightly laughed, “I’ve know you for years, Gerard, and trust me when I say this isn’t you.” “It’s a version of me.” “But it’s not Gerard. Never has been, never will be.” She sighed, “You hurt Y/N a lot, she feels awful about pushing everything on you.” He grumbled, “You need to tell her, Gerard. Come clean and get clean, that’s how it works.” “You want me to tell your daughter I’m a raging alcoholic struggling with depression and on pills?” “Mhm,” She said with lips tied tightly together, “The sooner the better. She’s the last person on the list who doesn’t know. And well all know why.”

You heard a soft knock on your door, and groaned as you rolled over from under the covers. “Who is it?” You grumbled, holding onto a pillow.

The door opened revealing none other than Gerard, with a tight smile on his face as he slowly closed it again. His eyes danced around your slightly shocked face, but his heart broke just a bit when he saw your swelled, red face that he had caused.

“Hey,” He said.

“Hey.” You replied.

“I um- I wanna talk about the other night but-” He was interuppted by you choosing to speak instead.

“I’m so sorry Gerard I didn’t know why I ever reacted that way and I don’t know what you’re going through and I was a bitch please forgive me?” You let out in what sounded like one single word as he lightly laughed, the first genuine smile of summer growing on his face.

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” He replied, sitting on the foot of your bed, “You did everything right. I- I needed to hear reality,” He sighed, “Now, I came here to tell you what’s really happening, but I need you to promise you won’t judge. Please?” You nodded in a silent agreement of ultimate trust.

He dove in. Headfirst. Everything spilling out in a vomit of words and descriptions of where he was. A very dark place, you had found out. The guilt in your gut continued to grow as you understood more all that was wrong, everything that was going so poorly in his life. You should’ve never pushed anything.

“Gerard, I’m so so sorry I-” You buffered a bit, “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” “I wanted to keep you away from it all,” He tried to explain, “See me as the old me, not the new one.” “But you know I wouldn’t care, right?” You asked with no response in sight, “Right?” “Y/N, I care about you. That’s why I didn’t want you to know. And I care about what you think of me too.”

“But I would never judge you, Gee.” You whole heartedly said as he looked away a bit, ashamed as if he had failed you in some sort of way. “Just- I’m not gonna ask you to completely stop, because it’s not my place and you can make your own decisions for yourself, but at least try to like- hang out with me, maybe? Or else this would have been a wasted opportunity.” “Hm?” He asked, confused by the last portion of the sentence.

“I um- Mom gave me the option to stay home this summer. She would come down here and I would stay home with my friends.” She tried to explain and Gerard gave her a shocked look.

“Why did you come here?” His face contorted in confusion, “This is one of your last summers, why didn’t you spend it at home with your friends?” “Because I didn’t want to be with them,” She slightly smiled, “I wanted to be with you.”

All day Gerard was thinking about that conversation.

His leg was bouncing up and down under the kitchen table where he sat at. He had yet to have a drink, trying not to because despite you having not shared your opinion on him quitting, he knew he needed to.

And yet he still found himself, again, at that beaten old bar a bit out of town where he hoped no one would notice him. He took another puff of his cigarette and stared down to the auburn colored cheap glass of beer he had in front of him, taking a swig of that too.

He was angry and mad and disappointed. Not in anyone else, but in himself.

He had known about your crush for years. It was hard to ignore after a little while, and even though you kept it pretty discreet unlike Mikey, he knew. He knew when he noticed you staring for a few seconds longer than normal, the way you began staring up at him like he was some sort of protector, some sort of immoral being. He had noticed when, for a moment there, a couple of summers ago, you had become more distant with him and no one else for no apparent reason.

He also knew that you were 17 and he was 21. That he was a man with raging problems and you were an innocent teenager with a bright future that he couldn’t fuck up. He could never forgive himself for hurting you in any way. That’s why he stayed away.

Despite being long gone in the trance of his thoughts, somewhere he frequently found himself now, he heard some commotion behind him and turned around as this entire bar did. There was a small blond girl, not much older than you, who was being corned by a guy much bigger, much older, than she.

There was a clear waft of uncomfortability in the air surrounding the two of them as she looked up at him with nothing but fear in her eyes. Gerard was not one to get involved in things he didn’t know much about, especially relationships of strangers, but as soon as he saw the guys arm raise in a fit of fury he was quick off his feet.

He marched over with no clear end game in mind, and grabbed the guys hand from mid air as he turned around to face a much younger Gerard.

“What the fuck are you doing?” The guy asked, a clear scum bag who didn’t have much muscle and clearly not many brain cells either.

“Stopping you from being a dick and hitting this girl.” He replied, “Not sure if your mother ever taught you right, but men don’t hit women.” Gerard spat with pride and anger. The guy scoffed, now turning around to face Gerard eye to eye, within inches of his face.

“Don’t get yourself involved in shit that’s not yours.” “Not like I wanted to,” Gerard was quick to reply, “But basic fucking human decency is something that involves everyone. So leave her the fuck alone.” The guy took a first swing and knocked Gerard dead in the face as everyone around them gasped.

Despite tumbling back a bit, he caught himself mid air and felt nothing but rage. He looked behind the guy’s shoulder at this absolutely petrified girl, and saw you in just a bit of her. That could be Y/N, he easily though as he swung right back at the guy, hitting him dead in the jaw.

Soon enough, a full on brawl had broken out, Gerard and the stranger going back and forth between who was on top of who beating down on the other one. It wasn’t that he wanted to be in this situation, he was never one to start or get into fights, but damn if he wasn’t going to protect some innocent naive girl from a disrespectful mother fucker who happened to be under him right now as Gerard threw vicious punches until he was pulled off by two other guys.

“You need to go.” One of them told him, “The owner called the cops, leave.” He repeated again and Gerard hesitated, “Now dude!” Gerard was quick to rush out the back door and to his car, hoping in and turning on the ignition, thankfully turning off a side street as he heard sirens arriving to the front end of the building.

He slowly crept into the house, hoping no one else was up. He would figure out how to clean himself up, get up in the morning, lie and say he went for a drive down to a hiking trail and ended up falling somewhere and severely hurting himself.

He slowly creaked the front door open, shutting it just as carefully as he swiftly stepped around the house a bit, hoping to make it to the downstairs bathroom where the first aid kit was before he woke anyone up.

Yet he stopped dead in his tracks when he looked towards the four seasons room at the back of the house that faced the ocean. There was a single, small light on and there you were, laid out on the couch and reading your book. It was well past midnight, but he also knew you were a night owl who could be up until 2 or 3 in the morning wanting to do something.

Some days he caught you stargazing outside, others going for midnight swims, and some you were just reading or journaling up at night. You had yet to catch him and it still shocked him that you couldn’t see how intent his staring at you had become, sometimes just admiring you for minutes at a time like an intriguing movie or TV show.

But tonight, that lucky streak would end.

You looked up from your book right at him, your face furrowing in confusion as you slowly got up. Despite at least a 10 foot difference in where you each stood, the two of you just stared at each other for a few seconds before you jogged over to him, “Gee?” You asked and delicately touched his face, examining it as his breath seized with the uncomfortable contact. “W- what happened?” “I um- nothing, just went on a hike and fell onto a log. Face first.” “Bullshit.” You replied confidently, going to the bathroom instead of him and rummaging through the cabinet under the sink until you found the small first aid kit. You placed it on the kitchen island next to you, hopping up on the cool marble to be eye to eye with him, going to grab some tools from inside the kit. “What actually happened?” You asked next and he sighed in defeat.

“I got into a fight.” He stated.

“A fight?” You asked, trying to keep your voice down yet still whisper yelling. “How- who, what- I mean where-” “It was at a bar not far from town, off the interstate. With a dick bag who was about to hit a girl. How, I don’t know, just kinda happened.”

“Gerard-” You sighed, getting out a small cloth and beginning to dab off his face where it bled as he hissed, “I know, hon, I know.” You said.

Hon, he thought, cute.

It took nearly 45 minutes to get him fixed up and into relatively proper shape. You weren’t sure if it was the incredibly dim lighting, or your continual fear of hurting him, but you needed to be as precise as possible.

“I- um, thanks.” He said nervously as you began putting some of the supplies away, still sitting on the countertop.

“No problem,” You replied simply.

For a couple of seconds he just stared at you. Your hands were meticulous with your work, he loved how caring they were. Your eyes still glimmered in the light being provided only by the stars and the moon from the windows around you, something he could even see as you were partially turned away. You were a gorgeous young woman, it scared him sometimes how stunning you were and being completely natural too.

He wasn’t sure what surged in him, but as soon as you looked back up he cupped your face with his rough hands and kissed you. Just leaned in, and kissed you tenderly. You froze in place, your eyes still open during the whole thing as your lips didn’t move one bit. He pulled away a few seconds later, examining your shock and disbelief.

“That was my first kiss.” You finally replied.

“Sorry if I took it away-” “No- I um, wouldn’t want it with anyone else.” You sheepishly said, trying to avert your eyes anywhere else and not making the awkwardness worse.

“Can I kiss you again?” He asked, this time placing a hand on your thigh as you gulped deeply towards the affection, “Sorry I didn’t warn you.” “Yes, please.” You replied, as both of you leaned in and kissed again, this time more cohesive and smooth with one another. His hand fell on your waist as yours went to his cheek, until you both finally parted ways. “Don’t break my heart, please.” Was the first thing you said, your eyes meeting with his in desperation and need for an answer, a real one.

“I could never.”

“How you feelin’ about this, Gee?” Mikey walked up to his older brother. He wasn’t sure if it was the heat or the suit or the fact he was getting married, but Gerard felt like he was sweating enough to supply all of the world’s water.

“Nervous, Mikey.” He admitted, “Really fuckin’ nervous.” “Oh c’mon,” Mikey smiled, “You guys have been dating for 7 years, almost high school sweethearts, well, in Y/N’s case at least.” Mikey sighed when he noticed that did almost nothing to calm his brother down, “Listen man, you and Y/N were meant to be. We all know that, we all see that. You two just fit together like some fucking puzzle pieces it’s so perfect. Trust me, don’t overthink anything. She is the best fucking woman in the world, you’re lucky to have her.” “I know, Mikes.” He said, “I think I’m gonna take a small walk, I just- need to breathe a bit. I’m so fucking nervous. What if I fuck it up? What if she doesn’t love me? What if-” “What if you go take that walk now and start thinking logically again, hm?” Mikey encouraged Gerard, pushing him a bit away from where the wedding was arranged was on the beach, that same place you had always called your second home right behind the set up.

It wasn’t like he had a single regret. Of course he didn’t, the last 7 years with you had been the best of his life. After you went off to college and crushed it, as you did everything, you found a job by where he lived, moved in together, started your own little life in a dinky little apartment in the middle of the city. But he wouldn’t have it any other way.

He loved you more than life itself. He woke up everyday knowing he was meant to be with you, knowing you were meant to be with him.

But part of him worried, you had never been with anyone else. He was your first everything. First kiss, first date, first romantic handholding with someone else, first serious relationship, first time you gave yourself fully to someone else. Wouldn’t it have been more fair if you had seen other people? Been with other people? Loved other people?

He had been pondering this question recently, and as much as everyone had told him how magical it was how everything worked out between the two of you, life was not a fucking fairytale and wasn’t always supposed to be.

“Hey there,” He heard a familiar voice, looking over to see your mom walk over to him. She looked pretty in her blue dress, a lot like you. “How ya feeling?” “Nervous,” He lightly smiled at her.

He had always found comfort in her, something he couldn’t always find in his mom. Your own mom always has to be harsher and stricter on you, that’s just their job. But aunts of other close people didn’t have to be, they could be brutally honest, but in a way that benefited you over them.

“Y/N is too,” She nodded, starring into the sea that Gerard was admiring as well. “I’m glad you guys chose to do it here.” “How could we not?” He lightly smiled, “It’s where it all started.” “It’s very poetic,” She mentioned, “But it matches your relationship perfectly.” He nodded at her thoughts, a subtle agreement. There were a few seconds of silence lingering between the two.

“I always knew Y/N would marry one of you two,” She remarked and Gerard’s head shot over to her, her eyes still fixated on the blue water with an ombre sunset background. “From the moment all three of you were in the same room together, I just knew my little girl’s heart would be handed to one of you two.” She continued, “It wasn’t until you were seven and she was three, then I knew it was you.” “How did you know?” He asked, curious and confused.

“The three of you were drawing at the kitchen table together. You’ve always had a natural talent and draw towards art. Y/N was struggling a bit, trying to draw a dog but failing time and time again. You noticed her little pout and frustration, walked over and helped her.” She smiled warmly, “I’ll never forget your little arms moving hers as you drew her a dog. It was innocent, of course. But it meant something more to her. She made the biggest smile I may have ever seen. I hadn’t seen her smile like that again until the morning after you two kissed for the first time.”

Gerard wasn’t sure what to say, he just stood there taking in all that she had said. “Just do me a little favor, Gee, okay?” She asked and he nodded.

“Anything.”

“Make her smile like that everyday.”

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calamitykaty · 3 years ago

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Always Wondering

JJ Maybank x Y/N

Word Count: 5300

Warnings: Alcohol mention, underage drinking, insinuated/mentioned abuse

A/N: After like 6 months, it’s finally here! I don’t write a ton anymore but feel free to check out my masterlist HERE or add yourself to my taglist HERE

The squeaking of the side door that exited to the marina let Y/N know that JJ was off on his 2 am stroll again for the 12th time since he had moved into the loft adjoined to her parent’s house after his dad left. It took weeks to convince him to stay, and he only relented when he had grown tired of walking in on John B and Sarah Cameron hooking up one too many times. He never stayed all night though, and Y/N desperately wanted to know why.

Y/N chewed on her bottom lip and squinted her eyes as she watched JJ’s silhouette cast a long shadow down the dimly lit pier. With a heave of a sigh, she finally decided that watching JJ sort himself out from the sidelines was over. She tip-toed across her room and stuffed her feet into the pair of loosely tied combat boots that her mother absolutely hated, and grabbed her phone from the charging dock.

Y/N moved as quietly as she could across the home until she reached the squeaky door. She couldn’t decide if it was better to slowly open the door or just get it over with like ripping a bandaid off. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She finally heaved a sigh and swiftly opened the door. The door squeaked loudly, and Y/N squeezed her eyes shut. She waited for a moment and slowly opened her eyes when she realized that the house was still silent, except for the loud snoring that came from her parent’s room. Y/N slowly let out the breath that was caught in her lungs and pulled the door shut.

She stuffed her hands into her pockets and quickly retraced JJ’s steps down the marina and towards the dock at the end of the pier. She wasn’t even sure what she was going to say to him or if she would say anything at all. Y/N had grown up with JJ and had known him practically her entire life, but once they hit puberty, everything changed, and she couldn’t help the hesitant timidness that his presence put her in.

A splash across the water caught her attention, and Y/N looked up to find JJ sitting on the edge of the dock with his feet dangling above the water. She watched as his right hand grabbed something from the dock, and he pulled his arm back at an angle before he projected it forward and launched the object into the waves.

Y/N approached JJ as he grabbed what she could now see were rocks that he had piled next to himself. She wasn’t sure what possessed her to do so, but as his arm reached backwards to launch the rock, she placed her hand on his shoulder. She could feel JJ jump at her touch, and she quickly pulled her hand back.

“S-sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you….”

JJ turned his head and looked up at her with furrowed brows as he scoffed, “I’m a pogue; I don’t get scared.”

Y/N shrugged her shoulders and looked out into the distance. The moon reflected itself against the dark, choppy waves and Y/N felt mesmerized by it for a moment. She lowered herself down next to JJ and let her feet dangle above the water. JJ watched her every move in silence until his curiosity got the best of him.

“What are you even doin’ out here, Y/N? Your parents are gonna freak if they find out you snuck out.”

“I could ask you the same thing, JJ.”

JJ picked up a rock and slung his arm back before he launched the rock towards the water in the distance, “throwing rocks, what’s it look like I’m doing out here?”

Y/N hummed a quiet “hmm” in response. She knew this JJ well. The ‘closed off, hard as nails, never had a vulnerable feeling as far as he was concerned' JJ.

But she knew JJ better than that, and he knew that too. After all, she had seen him cry when they were seven, and one of the wild horses that the OBX was famous for died after a summer tourist fed it an apple. She cried too, and JJ took every bit of the money he had saved up from recycling old soda bottles and aluminum cans to buy her a small stuffed horse from an overpriced gift shop on the island. Y/N knew there was more to JJ than the tough appearance that he desperately tried to project to keep himself safe.

Y/N sucked in a sharp breath and wiped her hands on her pajama pants to calm her nerves before she finally blurted out the question that had been plaguing her mind since she had sat down.

“You miss him, don’t you?”

“John B?” JJ cocked an eyebrow and shook his head, “Nah, dude smells like cheap beer and body odor.” He laughed and looked over at Y/N with his crooked smile, but her sad eyes told him that he wouldn’t get out of this that easily.

“I…” JJ shook his head, “I don’t wanna talk about it.” JJ anxiously fidgeted with the rings on his right hand.

“You don’t have to talk about it. But, just know that it’s okay to miss him even if you don’t want to miss him. It’s okay.” Y/N knew she was pushing her luck, but that didn’t stop her from reaching over and grabbing JJ’s right hand and intertwining her fingers between his. His palm was hot against her skin, and she lightly squeezed his hand before she let her hand go slack and slid it out of his grasp.

Y/N pushed herself up and took several steps backwards before she turned around to make her way back up the pier, only stopping when JJ’s voice quietly called out to her. She stood in silence and watched as JJ ran his hand through his hair and licked his lips before his eyes met hers.

“We uh--” JJ Paused and searched for his words.

“We--John B, Kie, Sarah Cameron, and Pope...we’re gonna have a bonfire tomorrow night at the boneyard if you wanna go with me?”

Y/N broke eye contact and stared down at her feet. Her long eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks, and she nervously wrapped her arms around her body. Y/N may have been close with JJ, but she wasn’t exactly part of their group. She wasn’t exactly skipping school and sneaking out at night and underage drinking type of pogue. Honestly, if her family hadn’t lived on the cut, she would be mistaken for a kook.

“I'm not sure I would fit in very well but, thank you for the invite….” Y/N muttered insecurely.

Just like the day he bought the stuffed horse, JJ let a comforting smile slide onto his face, and he took a step forward to throw his arm around Y/N’s shoulders, “that’s the beauty of being a pogue, Y/N; we’re all misfits.”

“I’ll think about it,” Y/N conceded and looked up at JJ. He was close enough that she could smell the slight saltiness of the ocean on his skin.

“I’ll take it!” JJ dropped his arm back to his sides and shoved his hands into his pockets.

“I should---” Y/N threw her right hand over her shoulder and motioned back towards the marina house with her thumb.

“Oh, uh, yeah….” JJ pursed his lips and ran his hand through his hair, “I’m just gonna stay for a bit longer.”

He watched as Y/N quickly turned around and started her trek back to the top of the pier. The dim yellow lights that lined the pier did little to light the way, and it wasn’t long before she was entirely out of his sight. JJ turned back to the dock and set himself back down next to his small pile of rocks. He plucked a rock up and tossed it from his left hand to his right hand several times before he slung it into the water. He thought about what Y/N had said about it being okay to miss his dad, but JJ couldn’t wrap his head around it. It didn’t make any sense to him that in the quietest parts of the nights, he missed the man that made his life a living hell every day.

JJ fought back the tears that stung the back of his eyes and angrily picked up another rock. He flung the rock at the ocean with violent wrath. The more JJ thought about his dad, the more he wondered if he was bound to end up just like him. He wondered if he was ever going to go anywhere in life or if he was destined to follow the path that his father paved before him; if he was just going to end up as another washed-up alcoholic in the cut. The thought had crossed his mind before when his dad was still around, but lately, it was nestled into a crook of his brain, and he couldn’t shake it from his head.

He wasn’t sure how long he had been sitting there on the pier, but the sun had just begun to kiss the ocean’s horizon. JJ finally pushed himself up from the pier once his legs started to get the familiar tingles signaling that just a minute longer and they would have gone numb. JJ quietly stalked back towards the marina house with his head hung low, and his hands shoved deep into his pockets. He furrowed his brows as he approached the marina house and noticed the soft glow of light in the loft window from his bedside lamp; he could have sworn he had turned it off before he left.

JJ tiptoed as quietly as he could up the stairs to his loft and paused outside of the bedroom door that was just barely cracked. He held his breath and slowly pushed the door open, preparing himself mentally for the parenting that he had seen Y/N’s dish out to her but that he had never personally received from his own dad.

“Oooh…” JJ breathed out when he met Y/N’s eyes from across the room. She was sitting in the middle of his bed with her legs hugged to her chest and her chin resting on top of her knees.

“Thought I had been caught sneaking out,” JJ admitted and scratched at the back of his neck. His familiar crooked smile tugged at his cheeks as he crossed the room and laid himself on the bed. Y/N uncurled from herself and laid back onto the bed facing JJ, and her heavy eyes slowly fluttered shut.

“What are you doing up here, anyway?”

“Wanted to make sure you made it home safe.” Y/N let a sleepy smile slide across her face and opened her eyes to find JJ studying her face.

“What?” Y/N self-consciously asked

“Nothin’, c’mere.” JJ let his arms wrap around her waist and pulled her body into hers. His lips met her hairline and pressed a feather-light kiss there. He inhaled her strawberry vanilla scent and hummed to himself in content as her long eyelashes lightly fluttered against his neck until her eyes closed.

When he woke up, it was Y/N’s soft snores and her cold nose pressed against the crook of his neck. The morning sun washed into his room and cast a yellow glow across the small room. JJ wasn’t sure what this feeling was. Home was a concept that he wasn’t used to. Even when his dad was around, home was just a place that held his belonging, nothing more. The blissful moment was short-lived when he heard the all too familiar squeak of the stairs leading up to the loft.

“Y/N!!” JJ quietly whispered and shook the girl.

Y/N furrowed her brows and blinked her eyes rapidly. The brightness of the sun-filtered room was offensive to her rested eyes, and she made it known with a grunt and buried her face back into JJ’s chest.

“Y/N, seriously! You have to hide! Your mom is coming up the stairs!”

That caught Y/N’s attention, and the girl practically threw herself out of bed in a frantic panic. Her parents loved JJ, but she knew if they found her in his room that they would assume the worst and they would definitely re-think letting JJ stay in the loft. Her stressed eyes met JJ’s, and just as his bedroom door was being pushed open, he was shoving her into his closet.

“Morning, JJ…” Y/N’s mom greeted just as JJ shut the closet door.

“Morning, Mrs. Y/L/N. What’s happenin?” JJ lazily slung his body back onto the bed.

“Breakfast is going to be ready shortly,” Y/N’s mother smiled at the boy before her eyes scanned the room.

“Have you seen Y/N this morning? She wasn’t in her room when I went to tell her breakfast would be ready.”

“Nah,” JJ folded his arms and rested them behind his head, “she’s probably out for a run or somethin’, ya know how she is Mrs. Y/L/N, always out there uh pounding the pavement.”

Y/N covered her mouth with her hands to stifle her laughter. She knew JJ was good at getting him and his friends out of situations, but she had never realized how terrible he was at lying.

“Are we talking about the same Y/N?” Her mother asked incredulously, “I have never seen that girl go for a run in her sixteen years of life.”

“Oh? That’s weird!” JJ declared, “she told me she was going to compete in the Sea to Shore 5K they have in a few weeks.”

“Really? Why wouldn’t she tell us that?”

“I dunno, Ma’am. Guess she wanted it to be a surprise.”

“Oh, well...I’ll leave you be. Do you want orange juice or apple juice with your breakfast?”

“Orange juice, Ma’am!”

Y/N waited until she heard his bedroom door close before she tripped her away back out of JJ’s messy closet.

“Training for a 5K? Really?”

JJ shot the girl his crooked smile and shrugged, “that’s a weird way to thank me for covering for you.”

“You better grab me a muffin when you go to breakfast so I can have something to eat. I’ll be famished from my fake 5K training.” Y/N playfully rolled her eyes.

JJ took the stairs down to the main house two at a time. When he entered the small kitchen, Y/N’s dad was already sitting at the small circular dining table with the newspaper turned to the local politics section, and his cup of coffee was held in his right hand. Y/N’s mom was humming to the song on the radio; it was something old but slightly familiar; he was sure he had heard the song before.

JJ pulled a seat out and sat down at the table just as Mrs. Y/L/N placed a glass of orange juice in front of him.

“Morning, JJ!” Y/N’s dad lowered the paper slightly and smiled at the blonde boy.

“Morning!”

JJ reached for a blueberry muffin and placed it on his plate before he piled eggs, bacon, and anything else he could put his hands on. He still hadn’t gotten used to having home-cooked meals on the regular. Every time he ate, it felt like a luxury, and he would be lying if he said that sometimes he was jealous of the life that Y/N has. When he was left with his own thoughts, he would reflect on the honest love her parents have for each other, the warm environment they created for her, and even though he didn’t mean to feel envious, sometimes when he was out on the dock and wrapped in his own thoughts, he would wonder why he didn’t get to have a life like that too.

JJ could feel that feeling sinking into his joints as he sat there and ate breakfast with his makeshift family. He pushed his seat back and gave a rushed thank you with a tight-lipped smile. The blueberry muffin sat forgotten on his plate as he high-tailed it back to his room.

When he opened his door, he found his closet had seemed to explode across the room, and Y/N was in the middle of it all.

“What are you doing?”

“Uhhh, organizing your chaotic closet?” Y/N offered sheepishly.

The feeling that he was trying to push back down began to bubble up, and before he could bite his tongue, the sharp words had already left his mouth.

“I don’t need you trying to fix me, Y/N.”

“I…” Y/N dropped the hangar that was in her hands.

Y/N’s heart fell to her stomach. Her sad eyes pleaded with JJ to let her in, to let her try to help him, but he turned away and bowed his head.

“Just….just get out.”

“I...JJ, I can’t. They’ll see me leaving your loft.”

JJ sighed and nodded his head, “Right-, then...I’ll go.” JJ shoved his feet into his old beat-up boots and pushed past Y/N before she could even begin to form a response.

Y/N let out an exasperated groan as she stood in the empty room. She knew that JJ could get in his head, and she knew it wasn’t aimed towards her; she just wanted the stubborn blonde to let her in for more than one fleeting moment at a time. Y/N buried her head into her hands and rubbed her eyes before dropping her hands to her sides. Her eyes scanned the mess that had exploded across the room, and she sighed before picking up JJ’s brown jacket and the discarded hangar that she had dropped. She slid each side of the hangar into the shoulders of the coat and hung it back up in the closet.

Y/N spent the rest of the afternoon laid up in her room reading, writing, cleaning, doing whatever she could to keep her mind off of JJ. She even briefly, very briefly, contemplated actually going for a run. That thought was interrupted, though when her door slowly creaked open. Her mom stood in her doorway with a laundry basket of folded clothes held between her left hip and arm.

‘Heard you went for a run this morning? Some kind of training, JJ said….” Her mom walked into the room and placed the laundry basket by the foot of the bed.

“Uhhh, yeah. He bet me $20 and a month’s worth of dish duty that I wouldn’t do it.”

“Hmmm,” her mother hummed in response before adding, “you look pretty worn out from that run; how far did you go?”

Her mother picked up the laundry basket and moved it over to the dresser. She opened the first drawer and picked a few items out of the basket to place into the drawer. Y/N could feel her hands becoming clammy. She knew her mother was fishing around, trying to find a loophole in JJ’s story, or more specifically, Y/N’s story.

“I-uh..” JJ made this look so easy. “Not very far.”

Her mother picked up the laundry basket again and moved towards the closet this time. Y/N’s eyes watched her every movement.

“You know,” Her mother grabbed a hanger from the closet and placed a navy blue shirt onto it, “Grace Darcy at the other end of the marina runs the 5K every year. I’ll call her mother and see if you can train with her. She’s a sweet girl; I’m sure she’d be happy to give you some pointers.”

“That’d be great, thanks, mom.” Y/N silently cursed JJ and his stupid lie.

Y/N watched as her mother hung up the last garment and stowed the laundry basket back into the left corner of the closet before she turned the light off and closed the closet door.

“Your father and I are going out tonight with the Cameron’s. Do we need to leave pizza money for you and JJ?”

Y/N dog-eared the page she had been reading in her book and sat the book down on the nightstand. She tucked her hair behind her ears and shook her head, “No, JJ’s going to a bonfire with his friends, so it’ll just be me. I’ll make do.”

Y/N waited for the question that she knew was coming. Her mother honestly couldn’t help herself; being nosy was practically ingrained in her jeans. Before she met her father, Y/N’s mother lived on the other side of the island with the Kooks. It’s one of the reasons that Y/N had so much trouble fitting in. She felt like she never had a real identity. She went to plenty of events on the island’s north side and played the part perfectly, but she lived on the island’s south side, and therein lies her identity crisis.

“You’re not going with him?”

Y/N looked down at her hands and shrugged, “I think JJ could use some time away from me. I maybe pried into his life a bit too much the other day….”

Her mother sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed her hands. Y/N looked up to find her mother looking at her with gentle eyes and a soft smile.

“I know it doesn’t seem to make a lot of sense, Junebug. But, sometimes when we are hurting, it’s easier for us to push away the people that want to help us than it is to let our guard down.”

“What are you trying to get at, mom?”

Y/N’s mom chuckled and patted Y/N’s shoulder, “all I’m sayin’ is that maybe you should go to the bonfire.”

“Hmmm,” Y/N mused, “I dunno, mom, seems like you were saying a lot more than that.”

Y/N stood back in the distance and watched as the pogues chugged back beers around the roaring fire. Their laughter echoed across the beach, and for a moment, Y/N contemplated just going back home. What if JJ really didn’t want her to be there anymore after their...well, whatever it was that happened in the morning between them.

Y/N turned around to head back to her car and immediately collided with a body, and with a sharp inhale, the scent of sandalwood, vetiver, and vanilla filled her nostrils. She knew exactly who it was. Y/N took a step back and made her face as stoic as possible.

“Rafe,” Y/N acknowledged and sidestepped to get past him, but before she could make another move, Rafe had spun around and slung his arm across her shoulder. Her body was tucked into his, and her heart was pounding. She desperately willed JJ, John B, Pope, or anyone to turn around. Y/N and Rafe had their own short-lived romance that ended abruptly when JJ moved into the loft. Rafe didn’t scare her, but he had a way of making her feel exposed and uncomfortable.

“Leave her alone, Rafe,” Sarah Cameron’s voice made her presence known before anyone could see her. Sarah grabbed Y/N’s elbow and pulled her way from Rafe without stopping for a single second. Y/N stumbled over her own feet and held onto Sarah’s arm to steady herself.

“Thanks for that….” Y/N sheepishly ducked her head as the words left her mouth.

“He’s a moron.” Sarah rolled her eyes as she looked back towards Rafe. Her blonde hair whipped around her face, and just as Y/N was about to offer her the black hair tie that adorned her wrist, John B was running up towards them and wrapped his arms around Sarah’s waist. Sarah tilted her head back against John B’s shoulder and smiled at the tanned boy. Y/N awkwardly cleared her throat, feeling incredibly out of place.

“Was wondering when the infamous Y/N was gonna make an appearance!” John B reached out with his right arm and gently nudged Y/N shoulder.

The blood rushed to Y/N’s cheeks making her face warm with embarrassment, “I can only imagine what that means.”

“We were hoping you’d show up and fix our boy cause he’s spent the last our sulking,” Y/N followed John B’s gaze across the beach.

“Pretty sure that I’m the problem,” Y/N looked down at her fidgeting hands, “but I’ll give it a try.”

Y/N watched JJ from a short distance. He had his knees pulled to his chest; his right arm was wrapped around his legs while his left hand picked up sand and let it sift through his fingers. Y/N slowly walked towards JJ with a final deep breath until she reached his side. She could feel his eyes staring up at her, but she kept her eyes on the distant ocean while she lowered herself next to him on the sand. She sunk her hands into the sand and let it sift through her fingers before dipping her hands into the water as the tide rolled back in.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N finally said quietly. She jumped at the sounds of JJ’s abrupt chuckle and furrowed her brows.

“What do you have to be sorry for? I’m the idiot, like always.”

“I wish you would see yourself the way I do…the way everyone else does…” her words came out quietly as she finally turned to look at JJ.

His eyes were red, and she wasn’t sure if it was because he was high or if it was because he had been crying, but the tousling of his hair definitely told her that he had been pulling at his hair in angry frustration.

“Like a fuck up? I’m pretty sure I’ve got that on lock.”

Y/N shook her head and sighed heavily. She could feel her frustration starting to bubble up, and it was a side of her that she kept at bay with JJ, a side that he didn’t get to see of her, a side that she didn’t want him to see. She knew that JJ had a hard life, and she knew that he was used to getting yelled at and that his dad took his problems out on JJ, so she never wanted JJ to see a side of her that could resemble his dad.

Y/N tilted her head back and closed her eyes. She focused on the smell of the salt in the air, the sound of the crackling wood from the bonfire in the distance, and the feeling of the cold ocean water crashing into her feet.

She opened her eyes and tentatively took JJ’s right hand, his palm facing upwards. She lightly let her fingers trace over the lines in his palm, and JJ watched her with curiosity in his eyes. Y/N bit her lip and intertwined her fingers with JJ’s.

“I wish you would see yourself the way that I do….” Y/N repeated her earlier words and slowly met JJ’s eyes.

“Because when I look at you, I see someone that puts their all into their friendships. I see loyalty. I see bravery, and I see perseverance. You have had every reason in the world to give up, and you don’t. I know that I am never going to know what life has been like for you, but I—I just….” Y/N’s shaky voice trailed off, and she could feel the threat of tears pushing their way forward behind her eyes.

JJ silently squeezed her hand.

“I just wish you’d give yourself a chance at being loved the way that I love you because I’m scared that if you don’t, you’ll always be wondering, just like you wonder about your dad. B-but not everyone is your dad, JJ. Not everyone is going to leave. Some of us have been fighting to stay, and you…you just push us away. ”

“So, uh, you love me, huh?” JJ’s trademark smile took over his face.

“Huh?”

“What do you mean, huh? You’re the one that said it.” JJ smirked.

Y/N furrowed her brows and shook her head, “No, I said that I wish you’d give yourself a chance at being loved...you know…like letting people love you so y-you don’t have to wonder if people love you.” Her voice shook almost as much as her hands while the anxiety coursed through her veins.

“There’s definitely one thing I’ve been wondering,” JJ untangled their hands and swiftly placed his right hand behind Y/N’s neck. Y/N could feel her heart trying to pound its way out of her chest. Her eyes fluttered shut as JJ’s hot breath fan across her lips, and within a moment, their lips were pressed together in what started as a hesitant kiss before Y/N leaned in closer and placed her right hand on JJ’s chest. She could feel his heart beating nearly as fast as her own, and as quickly as the kiss had started, it ended.

“I’m not easy to love,” JJ’s eyes searched hers. Y/N lifted her hand from his heart and placed it on his cheek. He closed his eyes as her thumb smoothed across his skin.

“You’ve not been hard yet.” As soon as the words left her mouth, Y/N knew she had chosen the wrong ones.

“Little do you know!” JJ burst into a fit of laughter, and Y/N playfully rolled her eyes.

“We should probably get back to the group, ya know?” Y/N looked over her right shoulder at the rest of the group.

JJ stood up and offered her his hands to hoist her up off of the sand. Y/N placed her hands into his, and JJ gave them a swift pull until her body was pressed against his. He gently tucked a strand of her behind her ear and placed his lips on her forehead before he pulled back and smiled at her.

“Twenty bucks, I can chug a beer faster than John B.” JJ slung his left arm around her shoulders as the pair made their way back to the group.

“You win, I’ll pay you that twenty bucks, but if you lose….you’re running this damn 5K with me that you got me into.”

“You’re on. Hope you’re prepared to lose that twenty.” JJ laughed as they approached the fire. He dug into the light blue cooler and grabbed two cans of beer before promptly throwing one to John B.

“Names?”

“Y/N, Y/LN, and JJ Maybank”

“Sign here and grab your numbers.”

Y/N leaned across the table and quickly scribbled her signature before handing the pen to JJ while she grabbed their numbers and a set of safety pins.

“I can’t believe I lost that stupid bet,” JJ mumbled while Y/N pinned his number to his shirt.

“Well,” Y/N handed her number and a set of safety pins to JJ so he could pin her number to her shirt. “I think that you would have volunteered to run this 5k with me even if you didn’t lose the bet because you’re the one that got me into this anyways!” She said matter-of-factly.

JJ secured the last safety pin and took her hand, “I would have, but not because I got you into it, I would have because I love you and even if it’s dumb and we lose….I can still outrun you, so I would still win.”

“Wanna place twenty on it?” Y/N beamed up at the boy.

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shieldherostuffs · 3 years ago

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Witch of the Emerald Green Forest - Shield Dad Prompt

Witch Naofumi, Alternate Universe, Mythical Beings & Creatures

(Inspired by this post, and encouraged by @crypid-called-ash)

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Deep within the forest, of emerald green trees, blooming flowers and plants all colors of the rainbow, with lakes and rivers of crystal clear water, and countless mythical beings and creatures thought only fantasy living within the forest.

It is said that deep within the middle of the forest, lives a single Witch in a hut deep within a valley, on the edge of a beautiful lake with rocks shimmering like jewels at the bottom, and lotus flowers and lilypads blooming under the bright sun.

It is said that the Witch can communicate with anything being, and takes care of the ones in the forest like they were his own family. He protects them from the hunters and off-road heroes that come to slay the monsters and creatures he surrounds himself with. He heals them when they're hurt, raises the ones without family, and helps those with no one to care for them.

The Witch is kind, but in the gruff sort of way, and will never let a single debt go unpaid.

The Witch has lived on for hundreds, maybe even thousands of years, and still looks no older than a human man in his 20s. They say that even the eldest of the Lan Dragons living at the top of the highest mountains in the Gusu Region had been naught but hatchlings when they first saw the Witch enter their Cloud Recesses, and he had not changed a single bit.

Only once every 13 years does the Witch leave the Forest for six months to resupply himself with the few things he cannot get or make in the forest. Despite his immense magic powers, he still enjoys doing some things the 'old-school' way, and there are places he needs to check on, and he also enjoys seeing how the world progresses as time goes by.

Only during those six months will you be able to request aid from the Witch for any issue, if you can catch up to him. Only during those six months, will the Witch catch up with old acquaintances and visit mystical places.

Rumor has it that the Forest may be a sanctuary for anyone who wishes to live a peaceful life and get away from the world, without the onslaught of everything outside. Many creatures have already sought out the witch for home, protection, and safety and were granted just that, and more; a family of the ragtag creatures the Witch had taken in and called his family.

The Witch is said to be able to heal anything, from a scratch on the knee, to a lost limb, to a whole plaque, to a Golden Gore, to even a shattered soul.

The Witch has countless familiars, all black as the night sky filled with stars, and as the magical ink, he uses to write his spells and research down.

The familiars are sent all about in the world, acting as the eyes, ears, and voice of the Witch if needed. He treasures them, and his family, greatly, and if anyone dares hurt them, hell will seem like mercy.

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Naofumi stood on the single, smaller, off-branch pier from the main one over the lake his hut was halfway situated over, with crossed arms, tapping his foot patiently against the wet wood underneath.

Only after a few moments of waiting did a figure jump out of the water.

Now, a black fuck with silver eyes and nine tails sat in front of Naofumi, drenched to the bone after swimming and splashing around for so long.

"Wei Wixuan, what did I say about swimming on the smaller Pier while I'm trying to sun-dry herbs?" Naofumi asked sternly, looking the fox directly in the eye as he motioned to the many bundles of herbs and plants laying on the pier around him, some drenches as they'd been actually dipped in the water.

The fox only yipped in laughter, before running off back to the main pier, and then back towards the dock around Naofumi's hut, and then off into the forest, towards the valley side a few minutes away, filled with caves inhabited by Silent Faeries.

(The Silent Faeries loved living within those caves, lit only but blue crystals and glowing lichen. The Faeries' voices were silent like a breeze through the tree crowns, and most wouldn't even be able to hear them when they shouted, hence how they loved their peaceful and quiet home in the caves where they could keep to themselves, and mind their incredibly sensitive hearing. Which also made the caves great for meditation and reading. Since the Lan Dragon always accompanying the Fox loves meditation, that's probably where the fox bounced off to.)

Naofumi sighed lightly, before crouching down to lay some of the wet and drenched herbs in different places, so they could cry quicker, instead of on the wet wood. After that, the stood up, turned, and walked back to his hut, where a certain Jewel and Runaway King wait.

L'Arc and Therese had been some of the first human and sub-human races to come to Naofumi's forest for a new life. They'd both had their reasons. Though, there were others before them; a bunch of slave demi-human children who'd run away, and sought shelter with Naofumi, who easily took them in, healed them, cured their illnesses, and gave them clothes, clean water, warm food, and a place to sleep and have a home.

The kids had quickly become like Naofumi's own, and had also taken to L'Arc and Therese quickly, adopting the two as their mom and 'fun dad'. Naofumi had no qualms with it after he'd surprisingly fallen for the two after a few weeks of spending lots of time together, teaching the life in the forest, and letting them meet all the other creatures in Naofumi's found family.

Three years later, it was time for Naofumi's annual six months spent in the outside world. And after promises of souvenirs, taking care, having fun, coming back safe, and a bunch of hugs and kisses, Naofumi had flown away on his broom with a space-pocket bag slung over his shoulder.

As he wandered the world once again, word quickly spread after a Witch with a large green hat, wearing all black clothes, and a green cape was spotted flying above multiple cities, recognized by the elderly around the world who'd seen him before.

The stories have gone silent since 13 years ago re-surfaced once again, and Naofumi's name was spread far and wide as people started seeking him out.

After helping countless people, curing and healing, guiding and protecting, visiting and checking, and buying many new books, stories, and everything else they might need, did Naofumi turn back home, happy to come back to his family once again.

And once again, he was welcomed with open arms, hugs, cuddles, gifts, and flowers blooming everything as his emotions let out and his magic affected the plants once again. Though, this time there were kisses from L'Arc and Therese too, and multiple little bodies of children clinging to his limbs as the three Imps had to settle for laying on his head.

They spent the day by the lake, having fun, swimming with the mer- and water creatures, dancing on the water with the faeries, and jumping from great heights with the help of the creatures of flight, competing about who could make the biggest splash without flooding the pavilion at the end of the pier.

Naofumi had a bright smile on his face for that whole day, compared to the look of indifference whenever he would outside the forest.

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gr0vndz3ro · 5 years ago

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Sweet Somethings

(Sweet Nothings Pt.2)NSFW

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, cursing, sugar daddy, daddy kink, size kink (if you squint), slight oral, finger fucking, loss of virginity, praise kink

Word count:6,906

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Crossed off: Virgin x Veteran

A/N: I’m so surprised with the amount of love I’ve been getting with Sweet Nothings, it’s almost at 1k when I’m posting this and I can’t put into words how shocked I am. I honestly didn’t think anyone would care for it. I love y’all so much so I hope I did you guys proud with this.

Pt.1 Here

One would expect nice things out of a sugar daddy, but that did not mean you were prepared for them. And you were certainly not ready for the luxurious sports car that stood in front of you. Pitch black with orange accents, a monstrous growl emanating from underneath the hood. The nicest car you had ever seen, yet the only thing your brain could focus on was the warmth pressed against you back. The way you could feel Katsuki’s hard pecs through the fabric of both his shirt and your dress was enough to make your thighs press together. What surprised you the most was the way that this man, who was almost a complete stranger to you, was able to control your body with such little effort.

You felt yourself almost let out a whine when he removed himself from behind you, making his way to the passenger side door and opening it for you to make your way inside. Stepping forward, you try to regain what little composure you had, and make your way to the seat, promptly reaching for the buckle when your wrist is stopped by his calloused grip. In confusion, you move your head up to meet eyes with the man attached to the hand now holding onto you.

“Please, what kind of a gentleman would I be if I didn’t buckle the lady’s seat for her. You do take me for a gentleman, don’t you?” The kind smile upon his lips telling a different story from the devious look he was giving you. You nod your head in agreement, not truly trusting your words as you move your hand away to allow him to do what he was wanting. His fingers wrap around the metal clasp and drag it across your body, bringing it closer to the fastener. Yet as he did so, he allowed his hand to graze against your semi exposed thigh. A tingle rushing throughout you at the simple touch. How are such small things affecting you so drastically?

While the drive was fairly quiet, it oddly wasn’t uncomfortable, yet the hand gently placed just above your knee was quickly going to become your undoing. You had given up on trying to figure out where it was the two of you were going soon after you 4th time asking him, only getting excuses in response along the lines of, ‘What’s the fun in you knowing’, ‘That will ruin the surprise’, and many others. So instead, you have resorted to taking in the passing scenery. The tall buildings that passed you by slowly started to thin out until eventually the only buildings you could see were little convenience stores and well kept historical homes. But it got to the point that they too soon left your view and the only thing that laid outside of the glass were the colossal trees that blocked out the sky.

After some time, the vehicle slowed down as it approached a gated fence. Saying it was a gated fence felt like an understatement as it was equal to what you would see guarding the homes of Hollywood celebrities. While nearing the entrance, Katsuki rolls down his window while tilting his head to the camera that was positioned on top of a speaker. Words were exchanged between him and whoever was on the other side of the speaker, and while you couldn’t make out everything the man was saying one phrase caught your attention, “Welcome home sir.” Your brow dips in turmoil as you try to convince yourself that the thoughts that were racing through your mind, were not the reason he was bringing you here. Surely he didn’t think that all the money he had donated meant that he had ownership over you and your body. Because if that was what he was thinking he had another thing coming. Almost sensing your inner dilemma, he let out a chuckle before lightly brushing his thumbs against your knee.

“You have nothing to worry about. I told you I was a gentleman, didn’t I?” The smile that pulled at his lips was enough to calm your anxieties. Your head travels to the window to watch as you pass by more trees. How big was this property? When you realize that the tires beneath you had come to a halt, you turn back to him only to watch as he steps out of the car. After unbuckling your seatbelt, you didn’t even have enough time to reach out for the handle before he was opening your door for you, extending his hand out for you to hold onto as you step out of the vehicle. Your mouth opens to ask him what you're doing here but feel yourself quickly get silenced by the warm presence of his hand on your back and his mouth close to your ear. “It’s a surprise, remember? Trust me, you won't be treated like anything less of the princess you are tonight.” A blush dancing across your face as he interlocks his hand with your own, gently guiding you away from where you were parked.

He led you down a stone path that trailed right along the edge of the small forest, lanterns lighting the way. Smaller trees draped over the path way, shielding you from the slowly setting sun. It wasn’t dark out yet, but the shade that the leaves provided created a cozy aura to the whimsical path. The whole walkway was almost something out of a fairytale. But it almost was fitting with the knight in shining armor on your side. Looking up you watch as his hair just slightly moves with every step he takes. You could tell it had been styled out of his face, but it was almost as if the unruly hair was attempting to fight back the products holding it down. But while you were entranced by the man on your side, you had almost missed the new breeze that swept past you. As the trees start to clear, you turn your head to find yourself shocked. Not because of the chill that was now running down your spine due to the cold wind, or even the gorgeous colors of the setting sun reflecting off of the water. No, instead it was because of the massive yacht that was docked at the pier of this beautiful lake.

Your jaw drops as he takes you toward the pier and closer to this magnificent boat. As you walk along the side you read the S.S. Lady Explosion Murder. It was kept in pristine condition, almost making you wonder if it had ever even been sailed. When he brings the two of you to a halt, you finally manage to bring your eyes away from the boat and look to see that he stopped in front of the stairs that lead onto it. You look up at him to see if you were supposed to go on, to which he responds by extending his free arm and doing a slight bow as if to say ‘after you’. He releases his hold on your hand to allow you to stabilize yourself on the handrail. As you make your way onto the ship, you see a table romantically decorated for two in the middle of the deck. Roses lay in a vase on the center of the table and candles placed strategically around the area to allow for just the right amount of light. Your jaw slightly drops at the lovely table that he had set up, turning back to him, catching his eye in the process.

“Did you do all of this for me?” In genuine shock, since no person had ever gone this all out for you before. He takes a step toward you closing off the distance before lightly grazing your cheek with his hand, tucking the loose stand behind your ear.

“Of course, you deserve nothing less than the best. I would have done more but I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, so I just thought a nice dinner on the lake would be good for our first date.”

“You sound so confident that there is going to be more, quite the confident one aren’t you?” A slight smirk making its way to your face as you question him. But he quickly steals the smirk away from you as it travels over to him as he speaks again, his voice now a low purr.

“I have plenty of reasons to be confident. If you’re lucky you may find out why.” Your face turning a dark hue at what his words could imply. A chuckle emits from him as he watches you turn red. “You’re so easy to mess with princess, here let’s go and enjoy our nice night.” he once again places his hand on your lower back, guiding you to your chair before promptly pulling out your seat for you. You say a quick thank you to him as he pushes you forward, before making his way to the other side of the table to sit across from you. As you both got seated, you felt the boat start to move as it departed from the dock and started making its way further out on the lake. You couldn’t help but watch the water as it hits the side of the boat, mesmerized in the way the colors of the sky reflected off of it. You turn back away from the view to look at the stunning man in front of you.

“So I’m guessing that this must be your yacht?” You assumed that it was but you were curious to see if you were in fact on his property or not.

“It is, this is just the boat I keep here up here at the lake. It’s not often I’m actually able to come up here and enjoy it as I tend to be a workaholic you could say.”

“I do have to ask then, is there any meaning behind the ‘Lady Explosion Murder’?” A smile on your face as you ask him about the bizarre name. You understood men naming them after women they love for good luck, but you couldn’t imagine anyone being named that. He started to laugh at the memories of how he came across the name.

“Do you know what it is I do for a living?” He asked and it caused you to pause, seeing as you hadn’t actually even thought of it. You shook your head no and waited for him to continue explaining. “So, I’m the CEO for a large weapons and ammunition company. We mostly work with the military and deal with trading in foreign affairs. But when I was in school for my business degree we had to come up with a name for a mock company we worked on for a school project. I wanted to name the company King Explosion Murder then Lord Explosion Murder but the teacher said that both of those were too violent so I eventually ended up picked Ground Zero. When I open my own company I choose the same name I had used back then. But as a little homage to the ‘good ole days’ I decided to name the ship in favor of the rejected names.”

The two of you ended up laughing as he started talking more about his times in high school and you found yourself intrigued at all his stories about him and his childhood friends. He casually was able to switch the conversation over so that it was now on you and as the dinner for the night made its way to the table, you were telling all about your embarrassing memories and the horrible dates you had gone on.

“So you're telling me he tried to kiss you after that?” Bakugou had never laughed so hard in his life, yet it came so easy when he was with you.

“Yes he did! He spilled his entire glass of soda on me, attempted to ‘wipe it off’ and then proceeded to go in tongue first for a kiss at the end of the night. Needless to say I went home alone once again. I was convinced I was doomed and never going to be able to get past a first date with a decent guy let alone get a boyfriend.” A slight chuckle leaving your lips as you reminisce on all the horrible first dates you had been on. He paused in his laughter as your words processed in his brain.

“Wait, wait, wait. You’re telling me you’ve never had a boyfriend? You’ve got to be shitting me. There’s no way.” A light blush covering your cheeks as he stares at you in disbelief. You shrug your shoulders to say that it was true and he shakes his head. “Please tell me that this hasn’t been at least half as bad as any of your last dates with those wanna be’s” You smile as you watch him stand up from his seat and make his way over to where you were, extending his hand so that you could take it once again.

“It has already been a thousand times better, might even let you kiss me at the end,” Bakugou pulled you up from your chair, but since you weren’t expecting the force, you ended up tripping on your feet and landing dead center of his chest. You glance up making eye contact with him, your cheeks heating up once again as a familiar, devilish smirk spreads across his face. He tilts his head down and lowers it just above your ear, allowing his hot breath to fan across your neck as he speaks again.

“It looks like I already have you falling for me love, are you sure I’ll have to wait for the end of the date for that kiss?” As he goes to pull away from your ear, you move your hand to the back of his neck, keeping him there as you speak.

“Good things come to those who wait Mr. Bakugou.” You release his neck and are relieved to see that for once you weren’t the one with a tint of red across your face. Looking over his shoulder you could see that the sun was starting to set and you got excited at the opportunity to watch the sun set on this beautiful boat. “Oooo, let’s go watch the sun set,” A innocent smile on your face, ignoring what you had previously said to him, instead taking his hand and leading him to the railing on the side of the ship, wanting the best possible view of the setting sun. As you stood with your arms resting against the rail, Bakugou’s arms wrap around your frame, securely holding you against it and his warm torso. Resting his chin on the top of your head, you both stay silent as you enjoy the view together.

As you look off into the distance, just enjoying the peaceful quiet out on the lake, it is disturbed by a man walking up to you. He had cleared his throat, startling, only further pushing you against Bakugou’s chest. You could feel his hard pecs through the thin material separating you. As you go to move away from his chest, the grasp of his hand on your waist holds you tightly against him. For the hundredth time that night, your face goes red but with a new reason. Not because of any lewd words, or any innuendoes. Instead it was because of the pressure that was now on your butt. You were almost positive he wasn’t hard and the size of it in this state was enough to make your thighs clench. Just how fucking big is he? Your hips unintentionally rock backwards at the thought. The grip that was on your hip tightens as a light groan emits from his throat at the contact. If you weren’t turned on before, that sinful noise definitely had you soaked. As your thoughts continue going south, the man that had startled you in the first place spoke up.

“Sorry to disturb you sir, but there seems to be a malfunction with the engine. It’s nothing major but we aren’t going to be able to get anyone out here until the morning. I can call for another boat to bring you to shore, but I don’t know how long that will take to get here.” He stood by, awaiting an answer from Katsuki. He slightly steps away from you giving you just enough room to turn around to face him. Once facing him, he asks you,

“Would you like me to call for a boat so you can get back to your hotel? It should only take a few hours hopefully. But if you are tired, you can always stay in one of the bedrooms on board the yacht. It isn’t a problem, there’s multiple bedrooms if that would be an issue.” Looking into his eyes it didn’t seem like he had an ulterior agenda, but instead genuinely seemed to want to make sure you were comfortable, and was willing to make whatever you wanted happen. That thought made a smile cross your lips, as he made you feel safe and comfortable, even only knowing him for a small amount of time.

“I’m alright with just staying on the ship. Don’t stress yourself with ordering a charter boat.” Katsuki returned your smile as he slowly turned away from you to inform the crew member that the two of you would be spending the night on the ship but he was free to call for a charter boat if he wanted to go back home. After the man gave a polite bow to the two of you, he turned around and left to go back to the wheel. Now that the two of you were alone, he turned back to you taking your hand in his once again.

“Did you want to head to bed now? Or would you like for me to show you where your room for the night will be?” You nod your head saying yes, after which he guides you to the undercarriage of the boat. There was what seemed to be a living room and jetting off from the room was a hallway which had 3 doors. His other hand that wasn’t connected with you reached out toward the handle of one of the doors. He twists it open and a large bedroom presents itself. Stepping to the side, he makes enough room to allow you to pass by him to enter the room and explore for yourself. You make your way toward the dresser that was next to the wall before turning around when you hear him speak up again. “I’ll be right back, I’m just going to grab you some clothes for you to sleep in.”

As he exits the room you take the time to examine the room. Your hand runs up the bed, the soft sheets almost calling your name to plop down onto them. But you hold yourself back and instead just sit on the edge of it, almost sinking in as the bed welcomes you in cozy arms. Just as you were about to get lost in the relaxation this mattress was tempting you with, Katsuki walked back into the room, a few clothes in his hand. He placed them on the side table before sitting next to you on the bed.

“I only had some of my clothes in the other room, so I hope you don’t mind but I just grabbed you some of my stuff.” He moved his head to look over at you and paused at how close your faces were. His eye brow slightly raises as his eyes travel down your face before landing on your lips, lingering before returning to meet you stare. His hand ghosted over the side of your body before traveling behind your neck, entangling in your hair at the base of your head. “Did you need help with anything else before I go?” You felt frozen under his lustful stare, unable to get the words out of your mouth as there was a lump in the back of your throat and an intense burn in your core. Swallowing the lump you speak up.

“I think I can think of a thing or two you could help me with.” Slightly leaning your head forward, feeling yourself getting drawn closer to him. But he must have felt the same because you could feel his word fan across your lips as he replied.

“And what would that be, princess?” His voice so smooth it came out almost as a purr. Yet instead of responding you push yourself forward, closing the small distance between the two of you. Your lips meet in a passionate kiss, perfectly molding together as if they had been created to only meet one another's lips. Your hand runs up his arm to tangle in his hair, gripping it as you try to drown yourself as the kiss makes you almost lightheaded. His spare hand moves down to your hip, squeezing it before relaxing it. The hand that was buried in your hair grips down, tugging at the strands, making a soft gasp leave your mouth at the pulling sensation. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Bakugou dives his tongue into your mouth, exploring the new area. Your tongues battle before his hold on your hair and hip tightens causing you to submit. Your hands travel down from his hair to his chest before you break away from the kiss by pushing his torso flush against the mattress. As you both attempt to catch your breath your hands make quick work to unbutton his pants, his hand grabbing your wrist before you could continue.

“Hey, I don’t want you to think we have to do anything alright? You pause to look up at him taking in deep breath taking in his appearance. His hair messier now from your hands messing it up. His face coating in a thin tint of red from the heat of the situation. Your eyes start to travel down, looking at how the top few buttons of his shirt had come undone, allowing his collarbone to poke out and letting you catch a glimpse of the chiseled pecs that had yet to leave your mind from the first time you had video called each other. Continuing your exploration, your eyes stop when you reach his pants. the tent in his pants prominent under your devouring stare. Reaching your hand out, you let your hand lightly grasp his member, earning a throaty groan from the man under you. Pulling your bottom lip into your mouth as you slowly palm him through his dress pants. Even semi hard you could feel just how thick he was. Moving your hand, your eyes shoot back up to meet with his, his hooded eyes watching your every move.

“Oh I know. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to do something,” a smile on your face as you separate yourself from him, reaching for the zipper to your dress allowing it to slip past your shoulders and fall to the floor with a soft thud. Strutting your way back to where he was, you connect your hands with his waistband, tugging both his pants and his underwear along with it as you pull them down his muscular thighs. His dick slapping against his abdomen as it is released from its tight confines. Your eyes widen as you feel your jaw slightly drop at the view. Sure you had felt how large it was, but it was nothing in comparison to seeing it in person, right in front of your very eyes. Lowing yourself in front of him, the temptation to lick it was overwhelming as you felt your mouth watering at the sight of it. Taking his length in your hand, you give it a gentle squeeze as you open your mouth, running a long stripe up his length, tracing the pronounced vein that ran underneath of him. You hear him suck in a breath as your tongue flickers over his swollen tip, his hair immediately flying to your hair, needing something to hold onto at the sudden feeling.

“Shit baby girl, don’t mess with me like that.” You would have smirked at the comment but you were preoccupied at the moment. Opening your mouth further you take his head into your mouth, flicking your tongue against him again as you suck on his tip before releasing it while an audible pop. Bringing your head back down you take him into your mouth, relaxing your jaw as you attempt to take him fully into your mouth, almost being successful, but with how big he was it was nearly impossible for you to get him all in. You hold yourself near the base of his dick, tears swelling in your eyes as you try to relax so as to not choke around him. You feel yourself start to gag around him but the low groan that left his mouth made it completely worth it, the sinful sound sending a surge straight to your dripping core. Pulling yourself off of him, you gasp for air as he brushes your hair out of your face.

“Fuck princess, get over here.” He pulls you up to him and connects his lips to you, the kiss much messier than it was before, heated, but amazing to say the least. You break away from him still trying to catch your breath from before.

“Why’d you stop me, I could do a lot more you know.” You walk your fingers across his torso as you give him a playful wink.

“Oh I bet you could, but I’ll be damned if I don’t make you into a sobbing mess before I cum.” You couldn’t hold back the whimper that manages to escape at the thought of him ruining you. “But I bet you’d love that huh princess, want me to make you feel so fucking good.” his lips travel down to your jaw, kissing his way down your neck making it to the dip in your collarbone before licking a strip all the way back to the sweet spot just under your ear. He started moving back down kissing and nibbling as he explored your neck, searching for which spots made you the loudest. That was until he felt himself physically have to pause at your next response, just barely louder than a whisper.

“Yes please daddy...” He groans deeply into, the low pitch sending an electric feeling down your spine and resonating in your core. His hand makes its way to your throat as his finger lightly wraps around it, gently squeezing the sides.

“Say it again. Louder this time.” His fingers pressing into you as you feel a rush going to your head.

“Please daddy, I need you.” He released his grip on your neck and you feel the blood rush to your head. You go to take a deep breath but as you inhale Bakugou grabs you by the waist, flipping you so that he was now inches above you as you're practically pinned to the bed. The very breath you took caught in your throat as he lowered himself to your ear as his deep voice makes chills travel throughout your body.

“What exactly do you need, princess? Come on, I want to hear you use your big girl words.” A whimper involuntarily escaping you.

“I want you to make me feel good. To-- to stuff me with your fingers an- and prep me for your big dick.” Your face a bright shade of red as every drop of confidence you had earlier left with the lewd words he demanded to hear from you. But when you made eye contact with him you could see in the way his eyes darkened and by the smirk on his face that he was satisfied with what you had said. His hands roamed across your body, his rough fingertips slightly scratching you as he looped his fingers in the waistband of your underwear, tugging them down your legs before discarding them across the room. As his hand moves back up to your legs, you press them together at the cold feeling against the newly exposed area. He raised an eyebrow at the action and placed both of his hands on each of your knees.

“Spread them.” Was all he needed to say for you to slowly open your legs, putting yourself completely on display for him. Embarrassed at how exposed you were, you went to cover your face, but that didn’t last for long when you heard him groan as he took the sight of you in. Peeking out from under your arm you watch as he licks his lips as he stares at you, looking as if he was ready to devour you then and there.

“Fuck baby girl, you’re so good, doing exactly what I tell you to do -shit.” He started to talk more to himself as he ran his finger over your entrance, sucking in a breath at just how wet you were. A string of profanities leave his mouth as he dips a finger in after completely coating it in your slick. A whimper leaves your lips at the slight stretch. Slowly pushing himself further in, he curls his finger upwards and brushes it against your spongy wall. Your hips jolt up to try to meet his hand but he is quick to place his hand on your stomach, pressing you to the table making you stop your movements. “I’m going to need you to behave princess or you aren’t going to be getting anything from me, do I make myself clear?”

“Yes daddy..” you take in your lip, hoping that the response you gave him was what he had wanted to hear so that he would continue doing whatever it was that sent that electric surge throughout your body. But when you heard the deep groan come from his throat you knew that was exactly what he had wanted to hear. Slowly he pulls his finger out of you only to push it back into you, enjoying the way you clenched around his digit. After sliding out of you a few more times, you are forced to bite down on your lip as he slips another finger inside of you in a swift movement. Each thrust of his fingers slightly curling up to make sure to press lightly against your g-spot, making a tingle shoot to the tips of your toes. A moan rips from your mouth as he curls his fingers inside of you, pressing against your wall with more force. His pace picks up as the noises coming from you do as well. Just as you start to feel a warm feeling build up, your head shoots up at the sensation of another finger being added into you. You shake your head at him trying to tell him that it was too much but you're silenced as his head dips into the crook of your neck. He leaves a trail of hot kisses all the way from your collar bone to just below your ear before he speaks again.

“You’re doing so good princess, taking my fingers like this- fuck- I know you can take it. I can feel just how close you are. Cum for me baby girl, cum all over Daddy’s fingers.” That was enough to make your body take over in a flood of white bliss as your orgasm soars through you. Your hand gripping his back, nails leaving a trail as you hold onto him. You moan out his name as he speaks in your ear. “Yess fuck baby just like that.” As you come down from your high he pulls away just far enough from you to watch as he pulls his fingers out of you. His fingers dripping as you watch him pull them to his face, his mouth wrapping around them, cleaning them and you feel yourself clench around nothing at the sight alone. His hand travels down from his mouth to your thighs, gently squeezing them before spreading them so that he could be between them. His length pressing against you as he puts each of your legs around his hips. You can feel yourself already getting wet again as his tip rubs against your swollen clit. A smirk on his lips as he watches you squirm against the sheets at the feeling of his length pressed against you. “Do you think you're ready for me? Think you’ll be able to handle it, baby?” He teases you, moving forward so that his head rubs against you again. He continues doing this, loving the way you keep moving your hips in any attempt to earn something more from him. He grabs the sides of your hips, halting your movements, causing you to whine. You try to move again just to get any kind of friction and you hear him suck in through his teeth. “Nuh uh princess, I want to hear you beg for it.”

“Please Katsuki-- god please I need you so bad. I just want you to fill me up. Please daddy, fuck me until I can’t walk.” A chuckle is all you can hear before you feel his hand ghost over your thigh, goosebumps covering you as he travels over your inner thigh to where his length was resting against you.

“Your wish is my command, your highness.” was all you heard before the room was filled with the sounds of your moans as he pushed into you. As he slowly bottoms out inside of you, your hands shoot up his back and bury themselves in his hair, pulling him close to you. The slight pain of him stretching you out causes you to furrow your brow and bite down on your lip. Noticing your pain, Bakugou dips down, connecting his lips with your own, distracting you from the pain you were feeling. His hands lightly massaging your thighs and hips as he finally is able to press against you fully. He stills himself giving you the much needed time to adjust to his size. Even with the preparation he was so much bigger than you had expected. After some time you pull away from the kiss, your eyes meeting his as you take in a shaky breath.

“Please- move.” He gives you a smile before pulling out of you, immediately leaving you feel empty before he pushes himself back into you. He leans forward while keeping a slow pace and kisses away the tear that, unknown to you, managed to escape your eye. Pressing his forehead to yours you watch him close his eyes, his eyebrows furrowing as he sucks in a breath.

“Shit baby, you’re so fucking tight.” You didn’t know if the statement had even been for you as he was so focused on not railing himself into you. You could see on his face the struggle he was going through at the antagonizing slow pace he was holding. Taking a hold of his face you bring his attention back to you.

“You can go faster. I can handle it, just give me all you’ve got.” You watch as a sinister look takes over him as one of his hands removes itself from your hips and is planted down beside your head, his other hand’s grip on your hip tightening.

“You might want to hold on then princess.” You were just barely able to comprehend his words before you feel him pull out of you and quickly slam back into you. Not being able to hold back the moans he was pulling out of you as he repeats this action, burying his dick deep inside of you, each thrust causing his head to crash into your soft, spongy wall. While you had told him to give it his all this isn’t what you had been expecting. The pure pleasure coursing through you as his unforgiving speed and power only seems to increase. You drag your fingers down his back, sure that your nails were breaking through his skin, but at the moment, that was the least of your concerns. You threw your head back against the pillow as you feel him attach himself to your neck, his mouth leaving hot open kisses against you. As one of your hands pulls against his hair, a deep groan rumbles through his throat sending the vibration straight into you as he connects himself to you again, his kisses turning into harsh sucking and nibbles. As he moves down your neck he stops at where it connects with your collar bone when he hears the broken moan that leaves from you. As he licks a stripe up the length of your throat back to his new favorite spot, a chill runs through you and you clench around him.

“Fuuuck baby girl, You keep that up and I’ll have no choice but to fuck you all night long.” You whimper at the thought alone. He continues his brutal pace as your grip in his hair tightens, holding on for dear life as you try to keep up. The way he was slamming into you was unforgiving but you loved it. Each thrust making you stretch around him, barely able to handle his size. You could feel your high coming again, and coming fast. But Bakugou must have noticed as well as the hand that was grasping your hip was now rubbing circles into your clit. The pressure was overwhelming as he also somehow picked up the force as he rams harder into you.

“You’re close, aren’t you, baby? Go ahead, cum for me. I want to hear you scream out who is making you feel this good. Let them all know who’s princess you are.” His hip tilted upwards and mixed with what he said was enough to force you to come undone. You scream out his name as your body is taken over in euphoria. “That’s it, baby girl- fuck,” was the only thing you were able to make out as you feel his paint your walls white. His thrust starts to slow as he helps the two of you ride out your highs.

His head presses against your own as you both attempt to catch your breath, the sounds of your breathless pants were now the only thing filling the room as you feel him soften in you. You feel your body go limp as he pulls himself out of you, feeling incredibly empty. You feel the bed dip as he gets off, heading into the bathroom before returning with a wet cloth. Gently, he cleans away any mess, making sure to be careful when he gets to any sensitive areas. Afterwards he places the towel on the nightstand before sitting back on the bed. Your hands gently run over the raised skin of his back, trying to calm the now irritated skin.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scratch you so bad,” You felt bad for the marks you left on him. But when he encases your face in between his hands and makes you look into his eyes, you feel a wave of relief take over as he speaks.

“Don’t feel bad princess, you are perfectly fine. If anyone should be apologizing it should be me, I may have been a little rougher than I had originally meant. I didn’t hurt you did I?” A look of worry on his face as he realizes he had sort of lost control. But when you smiled at him he felt a little bit of his stress go away.

“It was perfect. It was better than I ever could have imagined. So thank you.” He slightly smiled while his eyebrow cocked at your statement.

“You say that as if you’ve never been fucked properly before.” He chuckled as he pulled you to lay against his torso. Suddenly a wave of nervousness washed over you as you fiddled with your fingers. He looked down at you. “What is it?”

“Well that would require me to have been fucked before...” You felt him freeze under you.

“You’re kidding right?” You avoided his gaze, but his hand gently grabs your chin pulling you to look up at him. “I wish I would have known.”

“Why, would you have been gentler?” You ask him, worried that he regretted it.

“Of course I would have. It’s your first time. I wouldn’t have gone that all out, I would have held back a bit.”

“Well then I’m glad I didn’t say anything because that...” you pause taking a moment to plant a kiss against his lips. “...was amazing.” He smiled against your lips before pulling you into another kiss, this one much slower and filled with emotion than the ones you had shared before.

“I’m glad that you enjoyed it, next time I’m just going to have to make it up to you.” He brushes your hair out of your face.

“Next time?” You question him and a soft smile spreads across his face as he looks into your eyes.

“Of course, I meant it when I said you never have to worry again. You're my princess, and I’m going to make sure to take good care of you, okay?”

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futurescape · 3 years ago

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I just got home from an AMAZING weekend in DC and wanted to share my Bastille experience before passing out for like two days (I think I got max 5 hours of sleep the entire weekend). One of my best friends flew in from NYC and we spent all of Saturday just exploring, then Sunday we got in line in front of Anthem at around 10:30am. I was #21 in line according to the number drawn on my hand by this awesome girl Sarah I met who was #2. She wrote numbers on the first 50 people’s hands which really came in handy later on. Shout out to Anthem event staff for having tables set up outside with free water. At around noon I turned around and spotted Kyle, Dan, Woody, Charlie and Beau power walking by towards the loading dock for the tourist ferry and a couple of us walked over to see if we could catch them. Dan took a photo with a woman who had a kid in a stroller, and then he grabbed his food and drink and was heading back towards the ferry entrance and I said hello to him. He actually made a beeline right for me and said hello back and asked me how I was doing. I wanted to ask for a photo but Beau told us they were already late for the ferry but that they would come back, which was a lie because they did not come back lmao. After 2 hours of checking the pier every so often we decided they got dropped off somewhere else since the line out front of the venue was growing.

I did the GMTF experience, so at around 2:40ish two ladies came out with the lanyards and some collectible pins and checked us all in. There were a surprising amount of people who bought the experience and the soundcheck + Q&A was only an hour long so sadly the question I submitted didn’t get asked. There were some really funny ones though that I’ll post individually. Our soundcheck songs were Blame, Grip and Club 57. When the experience was over there was some drama with the line outside, since the event staff that had witnessed us all getting numbers written on our hands in the morning had selective amnesia. We ended up taking matters into our own hands because those of us who’d shown up in the morning all became friends, and no one was monitoring the line outside so we all got in with the GA people since the ones who’d shown up early in that line got numbered too. All in all, when we were let back in later I ended up one row back from the barrier which was perfect. The show was absolutely AMAZING, and it was so good to be at a live show again for the first time since the pandemic started.

After the show, I followed some new friends I’d made out to the alley next to the venue that was gated off. The buses were parked on the other side of the alley to the right, but one of the people I’d met said that the last time they played at Anthem the spot we were standing at was the spot they’d come out to take a group photo so we waited around. Not even 3 minutes after we’d sat down, here comes Dan still sweaty from the show and wearing a different shirt with ANOTHER shirt clutched in his hand. He looked like he was on a mission, so we just said hello to him and he said hello back without stopping. He turned right and headed down the main Wharf walkway BY HIMSELF AT NIGHT. Five minutes later, here comes Dick who kept stopping to look at his phone and was sending texts - probably trying to figure out where tf Dan went. Dick eventually went back in the direction he’d come from and then maybe 20-30 minutes later we see Dan walking the other way down the Wharf walkway wearing yet another shirt. Leave it to Dan to get temporarily lost in DC at night by himself. We all waited outside for a few hours, but then realized the tour bus had left so we called it a night and headed back to the hotel. All in all, it was a great experience and I met SO many awesome people while in line. Bastille fans are the best, hands down.

#bastille #gmtf us tour #recap #dan needs to be put on one of those kid leashes so he doesn't wander off by himself like that

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fictitious-little-stitious · 3 years ago

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Our Walkin’s Done

Frankie “Catfish” Morales x GN!reader

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Summary: At summer’s end, you and Frankie go through the motions of your last evening together.

Word Count: 456

Warnings: Angst, alcohol consumption, being in crowds, inevitable separation

A/N: Thinking of my beloved @mesmorales . I got this idea quite a while ago, but then you posted about your upcoming birthday so I kicked it into gear to get this done on time. Happy birthday, dear heart and most definite pal. 🥰🥳 I adore you to no end. I am thankful for you every day. ♥️ This ain’t much, but it’s honest work. Many thanks and lovins to our @acrossthesestars for encouraging me and making me use my critical thinking. Title is from “None But the Rain” by Townes Van Zandt.

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September plays host for many bittersweet moments. The last of the golden days will soon cede to a stagnant chill. It is a period of mourning the sun-kissed afternoons that stretch long into the evenings before those pleasures have even been lost yet. Although there are weeks of pleasant autumn weather ahead, several shops are either in the process of closing for the season or already closed, dormant til the spring when tourists would flow in again.

Frankie meets you at the pier. You feel yourself pulled into his space, no prompt by touch or beckoning necessary. The pier is empty save for you as music and food vendors keep all visitors occupied downtown.

You and Frankie have reached your September.

You reach for his hand and he leads you off the pier and up the shoreline. Aimlessly walking the beach shoulder to shoulder. The conversation can hardly be called a conversation, each topic starts and stops haltingly. You realize something needs to happen. You need direction.

Both of you are too preoccupied to see you have the rest of the night to enjoy. Instead the evening has been altered by a prolonged adieu akin to that awkward walk in the same direction after already saying goodbyes. Except now it’s hours later and you’re still awkwardly together. Delaying the obvious inevitable that neither can bring up. Avoidance,disappointment even, are to be expected. But there are no cheerful attempts to distract each other from it either.

…….

He pulls you along to dance back by the mixing table, away from the bulk of the crowd. You stay close, but it’s less from his grip and more that there’s nowhere else to be.

“I love you.”

He tenses, as do you, then mutters about getting you each another drink from the beer gardens. You nod noncommittally, but he leaves without seeing. He’s tended to do that, even before tonight. After losing sight of him in the crowd, you try and fail to focus on the band. The open patio lets in the sea breeze, but it does little to clear the stuffy air that hangs over everyone. You seek refuge outside. Even before tonight, you’ve tended to do that.

Frankie, with two bottles in hand, sees your departure. He doesn’t hurry since you haven’t given him reason to. Several yards down the beach, you curl up on a large driftwood trunk. He joins you. And you talk.

You feel your pull to Frankie recede.

It drifts away with the ebbing ocean.

Untied and no tide.

He leaves but not before seeing.

Seeing the acceptance that mirrors his own.

You and Frankie have reached your September.

But October is just around the corner.

And there are no ties.

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Mary, I swear you’re gonna have a happily ever after with Frankie one of these days, we just gotta write it. 😭😂 Happy birthday again, my dear. 🥳🧡

Songs I Had on Repeat: “Anything But Mine” by Kenny Chesney 🧡 “September Song” by Jeff Lynne 🧡 “Sittin’ on the Dock of the Bay” by Otis Redding 🧡 “The Last Time” by Lee Ann Womack 🧡 “None but the Rain” by Townes Van Zandt 🧡 “Apocalypse” by Cigarettes After Sex

Thank you for reading! ♥️

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wallwriterstuff · 4 years ago

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Hi! I have a second request if that’s okay! (Let me know if it’s too much or too detailed!). Can I please request a Demetri x Newborn vampire!fem!reader where when Demetri, Felix, Jane, and Alec come to Seattle to see Victoria’s Newborn Army, Demetri sees Y/n from where they’re standing, and she’s all huddled up in the corner, scared as can be because she just woke up from her vampire transformation and is now a newborn, but she has much more control than the others and she’s absolutely terrified, so she hasn’t left her corner, not even to feed. Demetri can sense that she’s his mate, so he goes to her and is able to coax her out of her corner because she also feels the mate pull, therefore immediately trusting him, and he brings her with him back to Volturra. Aro would be so excited that Dem found him mate omg. Also do you think they would tell her that she’s the only vampire that they left alive?

So this one got away from me a bit to and I totally added in a character purely because I wanted to in the moment, but here we go, a day earlier than planned!

Little Rabbit ||Demetri Volturi x Female Reader||

Part 2: Still Learning

Warnings: Descriptions of violence, a bit of gore, nothing you wouldn’t expect from the Volturi to be honest.

Words: 5603

Summary: It was supposed to be a simple mission; newborns break the law, newborns deal with the consequences. It was a sentence they’d carried out multiple times before with flawless execution, but this time there’s a problem…what on Earth is Demetri supposed to do with you?

There were laws for a reason.

For centuries the Romanians has subjugated humankind, and after the Volturi had overthrown them, it became clear that making humans forget they ever existed would be for the best. Humans were weak and stupid yes, but they were also very angry; angry at being used as slaves and breeding stock, angry they had been mistreated and lost loved ones to Romanian cruelty. Angry humans meant rebellion and the Volturi would most certainly win that war. They couldn’t afford to decimate the human population, not when it would cause infighting amongst their kind with too many competing for a limited food source. So they had, for centuries, cultivated the myths that became popular fantasy tropes in human media. Slowly but surely those who remembered the Romanian cruelty died out, and their stories died with them, warped into fiction by carefully placed rumours and some flamboyant acting certain people had been quite happy to engage in.

In the 21st century vampires had become highly romanticised. There was a mystery about them that was glamourous, sexy, addictive. It was a form of perfection that was unobtainable – or so it was supposed to be. Vampires were most certainly still graceful, flawlessly beautiful in a way that screamed inhuman, but they were nothing like the movies made them out to be. Your last night as a human was a bit of a blur and only seeming further away by the minute. There was a street shrouded in darkness, with a flickering streetlight that did little to illuminate the concrete beneath your feet, and a breeze, something cold. The only thing you clearly remembered from that night was Riley, and that was only because he was one of the first things you saw with your new eyes when you awoke for the last time.

He was still as pretty as your murky memories dictated when you saw him the second time round, but now you were so much more sensitive to things it was easy to pick up on the more sinister aspects of his personality your human-self had simply ignored, too dazzled by this pretty man with his silver-tongue. He’d set you on fire, literally, and the burning just hadn’t stopped. It had once been a whole-body ache, nerve endings blazing and muscles twitching as you tried to outrun an internal kind of agony that scorched away your very soul. It was a futile attempt because only one thing would ease your suffering…not that you knew it. At least, you didn’t seem to.

From their perch in a multistorey car park the Guard had been watching the newborn’s make a mess for the past ten minutes. It was something straight out of the grisliest horror film, though the majority of screaming had died to wet gurgles now as the victims of their reign of terror drowned in their own blood. Most were feeding, some were fighting. A metallic screech rent the air and Felix smirked slightly as another newborn went down, his arm twisted off while he howled in agony.

“They’ve already drawn too much attention.” Demetri muttered, eyes narrowed in distaste at the scene. His stare had been drawn back to you on many an occasion. There was something…different, not quite right. The feeding frenzy was clearly affecting you, your body leaning forward in a desperate attempt to get you to feed while your mind simply refused to let you move, yet you were so obviously suffering. He couldn’t fathom why you hadn’t joined them yet when your hand was clawing at your throat, like you hoped you could rip the fire out of it maybe. You were quite obviously the deer in the headlights of the group, the least experienced, the youngest, and he felt a pang of sympathy for you. Did you even know what was happening to you right now? Had you fed before? Your body knew what it wanted and what to do so why weren’t you simply following your instincts?

A body landed in front of you, the head caved in from another’s fist, and he heard you whimper despite the distance. It made his stomach twist, brows furrowing deeply as a strange sort of longing to go to you arose in him. He was beaten to it by the ringleader, the man obviously in charge of it all with much more control and experience. He watched him crouch before you, the way you recoiled setting a fire in his gut that urged him to move move move.

“You…you’re confusing.” He admitted, head tilting as he regarded you. Demetri’s lip curled upward, body tense. What if the ringleader moved before he could get to you? You were hardly a soldier, not a fighter at all; you were curled up in the corner afraid of your own shadow, they didn’t have a place for people like you in a newborn army.

“W-what did you…d-do to me?” you rasped, your throat dry and on fire. Demetri heard the pain it caused you to so much as talk. To think of the amount of pain breathing must have caused you…

“I told you already there’s a way to make it better…we’ll find you someone to drink.” The ringleader promised, glancing over his shoulder. His eyes were alight with fury, a cold kind of anger radiating from him when he saw the state of the place. Fires were springing up now, the dangerous proximity of the flames making him cringe. You immediately scuttled away from the scene and Demetri was moving before any of the others could stop him. Maybe his gift was going haywire, but your tenor had to be the brightest, most beautiful thing he had ever come across, and it had a life of it’s own. Usually the tenors were cold, something he could manipulate at will in his mind, but yours? Yours was warm and vibrant and instead of him doing the pulling it was you pulling him. Following you was instinctual, as easy as breathing.

He’d never seen a vampire trip over their own feet before.

You were like a little rabbit, skittish and terrified. Your senses told you you were being followed but you hadn’t seen your pursuer yet, though you were almost sure it was Riley coming to drag you back to that awful house you’d woken up in. It wasn’t even a home really, the rotting foundations of a cabin long since destroyed was not your old, cosy apartment. Could you even go back there? You weren’t sure anymore. Even as far from the main high street as you were now it was so loud, every sound crystal clear and the few lights so bright it should have hurt your eyes.

The smell of salt was overpowering at the docks, the waves crashing against the pier and something electric in the air that sizzled on your tongue but did nothing to soothe the burn in your throat. Once your knees had hit the floor, jeans tearing in a way your skin no longer could, you had scrambled behind the cold, metallic wall of a dry dock. Hands pressed to your ears, you prayed for this nightmare to come to an end.

“Oh young one…there is no need to suffer.” His voice was as smooth and sweet as honey, spreading warm and thick through your body from the moment it hit your ears and relaxing some very tense muscles. Still, you didn’t know this stranger and all vampires were made to be charming, weren’t they? Look at Riley…he’d stolen your life with a single sentence. The person before you was a man though, not a boy. His features were far more refined, sharp angles that could cut glass and a piercing, knowing stare behind eyes the colour of red wine. He was crouched before you, head somewhat tilted so his throat was exposed enough that should you swipe a hand out, you could easily decapitate him. It was almost like he was submitting to you, trying to show he was no threat.

Demetri couldn’t stand to see you so torn apart by pain and fear. His heart was physically tearing in to, unable to beat yet breaking in his chest. Your wide eyes were pure black, the pupil practically invisible and swallowed by your hunger. He could only imagine how bad the burn must be by now. The moment you had locked eyes with him though it was very obvious to a man of his age and experience exactly why he had followed you, why your tenor was so irresistible to him. The world settled. Hell, it might have crashed and burned around him but he wouldn’t have noticed, not when you were looking at him like that. He had craved many things before in life, lusting for blood and flesh and all the luxuries his immortality could offer, but he had never felt a craving quite as intense as the desire he felt simply to ease your pain. It was everything to him in that moment.

You winced, the sound lancing straight through his ears and making him frown sympathetically. Despite your pain you were still dangerous. Newborn’s acted more often than not on impulses and animalistic urges. He would have to be careful with you.

“I-it burns, th-there’s s-something in – in my throat.” You gasped, hunching over a little. Demetri nodded his head.

“I expect it does. Do you know what is happening to you right now?” he asked. You swallowed, as if that would help. Your hands moved up into your hair, gripping at the roots like they were a lifeline as you curled up even tighter.

“I don’t – he said – I can’t think!” you seemed to surprise yourself when you hissed and Demetri felt the ache in his chest intensify. Your distress was palpable to him and his fingers twitched, his desire to reach out and hold you to him intense.

Mate. Mate. Mine. Protect what’s mine.

“No need to think cara mia, let me do the thinking for both of us.” he suggested, sniffing at the air and listening past the crashing waves to try to find you someone, anyone, to drink from. His nose caught it first, the sweet scent of blood rushing through human veins, and then it was his ears. Laughter erupted somewhere just North-West of your position, and even if the location wasn’t precise it would be enough to get you fed, calm you somewhat.

With an audible thunk your head hit the wall behind you, denting it slightly. Your eyes were so hopeless when they met his own he was sure you would cry if you could, your mouth twisted into the ugliest pained grimace he never wished to see on your face again.

“It won’t stop.” You whispered. You sounded so tortured. Demetri knew the feeling well enough, he had been a newborn once to and the thirst was intense, unbearable, enough to drive a person insane. He shook his head, extending a hand to you.

“It can stop, and it will if you trust me. I can make the pain go away.” He promised. He kept his voice soft, hoping not to scare you further, but you still eyed his hand like it was a trap waiting to be sprung. Gulping, your hand trembled as if it wanted to reach out, and Demetri prayed you’d take it, that you’d see he had no ill intentions. He really did just want to help. On some level you knew that. His eyes weren’t like Riley’s. Riley’s were as hard and cold as rough-cut rubies but this man…this man had eyes like rose blossoms, gentle and tender as they watched you suffer, like he really did wish to just take your pain away. His hand hadn’t wavered and neither did his patience despite your indecision. You wanted to reach out, your hand itching to do so, but you couldn’t escape the lingering feeling of hesitation. The last time you trusted a stranger you had literally died after all.

“He promised the s-same thing.” Your breathing hitched as another river of fire shot down your throat and twisted your gut. You were starving, so very hungry, but you weren’t sure how to stop the pain. How were you ever going to eat anything when you had the world’s worst acid reflux right now? The man in front of you looked pained for a moment, as if your words had truly hurt him. How could you ever question his intentions towards you when he was so different to Riley? This man radiated an aura of safety, of calm. It was a relief just being near him after the mayhem in your life you had experience from the moment you awoke with a freckled, red-headed boy staring down at you with a sneer. You weren’t sure who he was but you’d knocked him away from you so hard he’d smashed through a wall – Riley had twisted his head off with ease when the boy lunged to attack you in revenge.

Your new life had been nothing but death and agony since you opened your eyes, but this man was different. He was a breath of fresh air, a promise of something better. He brought some calm to your turbulent thoughts.

“I am not him,” he said finally, “Breathe in for me, tell me what you smell.” His instruction was simple and would do you no harm, so you obeyed. The salt stung your nose but filtered in between the bitter and the fish was something far sweeter. You mouth pooled with what you thought was salvia, body tensing as you dragged in another lungful of that scent. It had saturated the air back at the car wreckage to but you’d never quite pinpointed where it was from, only that it made you ravenous and delirious with need.

“What – what is that?” you gasped, eyes opened wide while you inhaled like an addict getting their fix.

“Do not torture yourself now, the more you breathe the more it will burn. That is food cara mia, sustenance. It will put out the fire in your throat. I want to take you to it.” He coaxed you from against the wall like he was luring a wild beast out of its cage, his movements slow and cautious, non-threatening. You let him this time. The smell was too good, impossible to resist. You had to have it and he was promising to give it to you. Besides, you were apparently super-strong, you could fight him for it, right? No, no maybe not, the thought made you uncomfortable, you didn’t want to hurt this kind stranger. His hand was warm against your own, the skin smooth as silk and sending a jolt through your body. You didn’t want to let go of him ever. In the time it had taken you to blink you were on another side of the dock, your saviour stood behind you now with his hands on your shoulders.

“What-“

“Shhh, breathe in again and follow your nose,” He instructed, lips dangerously close to the shell of your ear. You wanted to follow the order but his breath was as fresh and warm as sweet mint, ghosting across your skin and making you shiver involuntarily. He chuckled against your hair, low and wistful. “Let nothing distract you, not even me.” He whispered. You had unconsciously leaned back into his touch and you missed him immediately when he stepped back just a little to give you some room to think. Breathe. He’d asked you to breathe. Inhaling deeply through your nose, you caught that intoxicating scent once more. It was a heady smell, befuddling all your thoughts, and your body moved to follow it without question. You needed more. You were somewhat aware of the stranger following you, his footsteps slow and casual in comparison to your own that were hurried, impatient to find the source of the smell. You didn’t understand when you turned a corner and found yourself on the main high street, immediately blinded by the streetlights’ glaring at you from every direction and assaulted by the thudding bass and buzzing chatter from all around. You fell back into the shadows with a wince, cringing into the brick work of an old pizzeria.

“I don’t understand, I – there’s nothing here.” You groaned. Your throat was trying to tear itself apart. The stranger peered out of the alleyway for a brief moment, hummed thoughtfully and drew up his hood. His face was even more beautiful like that, shrouded in darkness while the amber glow of the streetlights’ simply made the shadows of his cheekbones longer.

“Be patient, there is time enough to learn.” He promised you, and with that he was gone. Your jaw dropped open, unable to fully comprehend that he had just…left you there. Why? Had you done something wrong? What if…oh no, what if he’d led you straight back to Riley? Maybe he worked for her. You whimpered softly, not wanting to know what was going to happen next when he reappeared without warning. A woman lay unconscious on the floor near his feet, and he held a young man out towards you by the back of his shirt, body dangling limply. Your eyes widened.

“What are – what…what…” you couldn’t get your sentence out properly, the sweet smell invading your nose once more. Demetri knew the second he lost you to the frenzy in your mind. Your eyes were no longer trained on him, no longer filled with horror at what he’d done, but laser-focused on the pulse point that was no doubt thrumming in your ears by now. You watched him not as a threat to your safety but as a threat to your food, and Demetri simply tossed you the man like a lion tamer would throw the predator a steak before stepping back a bit. The mess was to be expected and only confirmed his suspicions that this was your first feed. Your teeth didn’t quite cut at the right angle nor at the right point, but you made sure not to waste anything, readjusting your bite to ensure the burst vein spouted the saccharine liquid into your mouth and not past your cheek.

His own desire to feed grew stronger as he watched you indulge but he forced the feeling back. He had to focus on you for now. Your grip was far too tight on your prey and he heard the bones snap before the man folded like a ragdoll, his spine shattered under the force of your fingers as his flesh grew pallid, the colour drained straight from it. The sound of your frantic gulps slowly died away, and when his veins ran dry you let him drop with such utter disgust on your face Demetri couldn’t help but chuckle. Your head snapped first one way, then the next, your thirst not satiated enough to allow you to focus on him for too long when there was another living, breathing human in the alleyway with you both. He inclined his head towards her and you edged forward, wary of him now.

“She is for you, go ahead.” He invited. For a moment longer you stared him down, trying to figure him out, and Demetri admired you fully. Half-crouched, Y/H/C hair in wild disarray around your face, you looked dangerous but oh so tempting, the predator in him itching to pin you down just to see what you might do. Your skin was flawless, glowing in the half-light cast from the streetlights’ beyond the alleyway, but you were covered in blood to. To anyone looking in you might have been the ghost of a murder victim perhaps, flawlessly encased in immortality and violence. The crimson liquid had soaked your shirt, your skin stained with it and lips a more vivid shade of ruby red than even Heidi’s extensive array of lipstick’s could have achieved. He was enraptured with you from the very start as you fell on your second victim of the night. He gave the man a quick once over, listening for a heartbeat just to be sure. When he found nothing, he removed any sort of valuables or possessions that might identify the corpse and threw them into the dumpster to his right, waiting patiently to do the same to the woman you were currently entertaining yourself with.

Part of him had expected the comedown after the euphoric high of your first feed, but another part of him had hoped you would be alright. Still, as you simply held the broken body in your arms, the quiet sense of horror that dawned in your eyes was enough to make Demetri move to intervene. You gripped her tighter, not wanting to let the body go, and he gently had to pry your fingers from her bruised skin.

“We – we have to…I didn’t mean…it was…” you struggled, eyes vividly red now as they stared into his own with so much guilt and grief it shattered his resolve for a moment.

“Would you like to close her eyes?” he asked. You nodded mutely, hand trembling slightly as you reached up and gently slid the delicate skin over glassy, vacant irises. It seemed to give you some small semblance of peace at least. “Does your throat still burn?” he asked. Swallowing thickly, you shook your head. Demetri nodded, satisfied he had looked after you well enough tonight. “Good. I will ensure these two are…buried…somewhere nice. Will you wait for me here? I promise you I will explain everything in full, help you understand what is happening right now.” He vowed, his free hand gently touching your messy chin while he hoisted the dead over his shoulder with the other. You gave another numb nod, because where were you supposed to go? You were a murderer now, a…vampire. You really hadn’t believed Riley when he told you, you realised now as the shock set in. The deaths of those two just to feed you…you should have been sobbing perhaps, on your knees and praying for penance maybe, but you just…couldn’t. It felt so good to finally be free of that agonising burn, the taste had been sublime, euphoric even, and you couldn’t regret it even though part of you knew you should. Still, it didn’t change the fact two people had lost their lives and the evidence was all over you.

You weren’t sure how long you stood there alone, silently longing for your newfound friend to come back and tell you what to do next while you stared at the blood drying on your hands and shirt. It was an odd feeling, to be so lost in a city you knew so well, but you truly had no idea where your place was anymore. How could you walk the streets knowing you had killed two of the people who were once so like you? Could you even go back to your apartment? You were a murderer, there’d be investigations and…what if you ate your landlord? You winced a bit at the thought, the old woman was too kind for that kind of fate.

“What is wrong with me?” you whispered.

“Nothing is wrong with you at all cara mia, you are perfection in every way.” The smooth voice you had longed for returned and you grimaced as you faced him.

“But I killed someone.” You protested.

“As have I, and many others like us,” Demetri pointed out neutrally. You looked distressed again and he stepped forward to place a hand at the small of your waist. “Come, this conversation can wait until you have cleaned yourself up. We have a-“

“I want to go home.” You squeezed your eyes closed and Demetri evaluated you for a moment, trying to gauge whether or not you could handle a trip home.

“Do you live alone?” he asked.

“No, well, yes, but –“

“Focus, young one, the question was simple, do you live alone?” he repeated gently. Your head was a mess, he could almost hear the gears of your mind turning. Few people mentioned how hard it was to adapt to the new speeds your mind worked at when you were turned, but Demetri understood your thoughts were spinning one to the next in a rapid cycle that made it easy to distract you.

“Yes.” You said finally. He nodded his head, satisfied with the answer.

“Then lead the way.” He gestured for you to go first, following close behind as you instinctually led him through the streets. Home would be familiar, comforting, he just hoped it wouldn’t be too much of a test for you to get some new clothes and a shower. You were utterly silent, lost in your own head and almost entirely unresponsive to any of his questions as you led him at an inhuman speed down the street. It was late enough and you were moving so fast he doubted anyone would notice the pair of you so he let it happen, but you didn’t seem to be aware of the speed you were moving at either. Demetri was slowly compiling a mental checklist of all the things he’d have to teach you and get you used to. He had only gleaned one key piece of information from you by the time you reached your apartment, and he’d been replaying it over and over in his mind ever since. Your name was Y/N, and you considered it a small miracle that the keys to your apartment were still in your pocket.

The stairwell lights were loud and bright, and by the time you’d put your key in the door you were desperate to be out of the highly stimulating environment, letting your new friend in. He’d told you his name now to, and you were enamoured with everything about him now, the package complete with a nice little bow. Demetri looked confused by the scratching sound for a moment before Sulu burst around the corner of your sofa and darted straight for your legs. His excited little yips were so loud in your sensitive ear’s, but he was familiar and comforting, he was home. Demetri stopped you before you could scoop up the little beagle puppy. You looked confused and he smiled apologetically.

“I think you have no concept of just how fast or strong you are right now Y/N…if you carried on going just now you might have put your hand right through him,” he informed you quietly. You winced, making a conscious effort to go slow as you reached down to pet him instead. Demetri watched you take extra care to stroke your hand over his fur, seemingly losing yourself in the smooth texture for a moment. It calmed you, he realised.

“Hey boy, I’m home. I’m sorry I was gone so long, are you hungry boy?” you whispered. Demetri watched you go through a careful routine of mixing dry and wet food, placing his small bowl on the floor. He crunched it like a dog half starved and Demetri wondered just how long you’d been gone.

“Go and shower. I can watch the dog.” He promised. He sat on the sofa, watching the little pup playfully eat his way around the bowl while the water ran behind him. Every now and then he heard you sigh softly. The dog looked quite content with a full stomach, pattering about his home confidently until he came to Demetri. Animals didn’t typically like vampires so to speak, but the pup was perhaps too young to have sensed anything out of the ordinary and came straight up to him, head tilting as he snuffled about his trouser legs. Demetri frowned, trying to shoo him away slightly, but the pup merely thought he wanted to play, tail starting to wag as he lowered his front to the floor and lunged for his hand with an excited little yip.

You hadn’t been expecting Demetri to be having a tug of war with your dog when you stepped out of the shower, a fresh change of clothes on and your hair wet but still, no matter how much you’d frisked it with a towel, flawless. Vampirism had some perks at least. Sulu growled playfully, tugging with all his might, and Demetri growled back, a wicked grin on his face as he held the toy still with minimal effort. Your eyebrows rose.

“Are you that determined to beat a puppy?” you asked finally. Demetri glanced at you, brows furrowing slightly before he nodded and pulled Sulu in closer, his claws scratching against the wood. You winced at the sound but felt your heart melt a bit when he scooped him up with a chuckle and scratched at his tummy.

“You put up a good fight boy, but I am better.” He murmured. Good with animals and gorgeous? Was there anything this man couldn’t do? You sat beside him, wary when Sulu immediately padded over to your lap. You’d found him abandoned on a street corner in a box with a few siblings and immediately taken them all to the nearest vet, the costs be damned. They’d managed to rehome two of the five in the box, one of them being your Sulu, but you’d never heard what happened to the others sadly. He was cuddly from the get-go, desperate for contact apparently after his abandonment, and so far he had been fairly easy to train. You didn’t want to hurt your baby boy and Demetri seemed to sense it, watching you awkwardly hold your hands above his small body while Sulu tried to nudge his head into your palm.

“I don’t want to hurt him.”

“You won’t if you are gentle enough,” Demetri promised you, “Very gentle now.” You managed to settle into a rhythm as Demetri spoke, explaining exactly what had happened to you that night. There were times you couldn’t quite keep the outbursts in, your frustration bursting through. Why you? You had a good life! You tried to be good and kind and had dreams and it wasn’t fair that Riley had chosen you that night. Sulu skittered form your lap into Demetri’s in those moments, but the man never held them against you, simply letting you rant and nodding along sympathetically while he explained the laws, the Volturi. You shivered, knowing deep down if he hadn’t decided to help you he would have been your executioner instead of your friend.

“So what now? I…” Don’t want to leave you. It was on the tip of your tongue. You felt lost, adrift on an endless sea. You had no clue how you were supposed to cope with all of this without someone more experienced showing you the way – your throat was already starting to burn again. It all seemed so hopeless when you’d been alone in the shower, everything crashing in on you and drowning you all at once, but Demetri was a lighthouse that held you steady and guided you to shore. Demetri tilted his head.

“You come home with me.” He said simply, like it made the most sense. Somehow, it did. Demetri was somewhat surprised at how willingly you simply packed up and left, pulling some emergency cash out form somewhere and leaving it in an envelope for your landlord. The only slight problem was Sulu, but he didn’t let you worry about that for long. Sulu wasn’t particularly sure about the plush carpets of the Volturi’s private jet, but he quite enjoyed running around on the tarmac while you waited for Demetri to return from his duties, whatever they may be.

“Why would you not tell her, she has a right to know.” Alec pointed out as they strolled back across the grass languidly. Demetri hummed.

“She does, but right now she is overwhelmed, she needs a chance to settle before I tell her of our bond. In the meantime, it will not stop me caring for her as I should. Please, all of you, be kind, you know how hard this first year can be.” He sighed, looking almost imploringly at the twins. He knew he could trust Felix with you (mostly, maybe…okay he’d have to keep any eye on that situation) but the twins were a little more…unpredictable. Jane rolled her eyes slightly.

“You say that as though we intend to sabotage your happiness.” she quipped, but her voice was as dead as the grave. Demetri saw through it; he had known them long enough. Apathy was the twins go to but it always conveyed something more if you bothered to look beyond the surface. He gave her a grateful smile and she diligently ignored it, but the unspoken agreement had already been made that they would stand by their friend when they reached Volterra.

“Oh there is one more thing.” Demetri started. He never got chance to finish his sentence before Alec opened the door to the jet. The smell of blood hit them instantly and Sulu bolted straight for Demetri, recognising his scent and excited to see him home. You were stood amongst the ruins, looking a little bashful and covered in blood once more. The pilot was at your feet, contorted and drained.

“Oops?”

Sulu had left little bloody paw prints in his wake but had quickly scrambled back towards you once he’d bumped into Alec’s threatening aura. The boy turned to look at the tracker, his expression devoid of emotion but his eyes alight with mischief.

“I cannot wait to see the look on Caius’s face when we get home.”

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