#and he told me that they went through each of the four blue seas before going on the grand line for some reason????

[every-sanji]

[swanmaids]

ulmo grants his favourite couple a gift on the day of the birth of their first grandchild. written for the @yearoftheotpevent april prompt ‘peace’.

It was sometimes said by the Men of Númenor that in the early days of the reign of Elros Tar-Minyatur, the Star of High Hope was four times seen to shine in place from morning till night, never moving nor fading, and this tale was indeed the truth.

~

Elwing, albatross, soared with the rising dawn to greet Eärendil her beloved aboard Vingilot as he drew in towards her tower. She landed on the deck barefoot in her woman-shape, nude, and wound her arms around his shoulders.

This was how Elwing began each day in Aman, yet this morning was different. For instead of preparing to land as always, as she released him Eärendil raced to the wheel at the bow and turned, so that the great sail billowed across the other side of the wind, and Vingilot turned.

“We haven’t time to spare!” he cried, “Ulmo came before me as I sailed tonight, and he spoke to me of one blessing he has granted us; but only for today- we must make for Númenor with haste!”

~

Elwing dressed herself in Eärendil’s spare tunic (too wide in the shoulders) and trousers (which barely grazed her ankles), and returned to Eärendil’s side on the deck. He wrapped an arm around her waist, and pressed his face into her neck, breathing her in, the light of the silmaril bound to his brow glowing in the blue-black of her hair.

“It’s beautiful in the dawn,” she said, meaning the ocean, and it was. The coral-pink sky sparkled with Arien’s light and the light of the silmaril on the water, and off the coast of Aman it was so clear that flying low as they were, they could see shining pearls tossed about on the sea-floor, and fish like many-coloured jewels.

As they crossed the Enchanted Isles, and over the wider sea, many among the great and small creatures of Ulmo appeared to the flying ship. There was the mighty whale Uin, shooting a jet of water up onto the deck in greeting as he swum among the islands; and as they came closer Elwing and Eärendil saw that one rock was no island at all, but the dread turtle Fastitocalon, yet he did them no harm. Swimming among a school of porpoise were a dozen mermaids with hair and scales of many colours, who rose to the surface and sung in a tongue unintelligable to see Vingilot; and following them was Uinen their queen, unmistakable in her beauty and fierceness.

After Uinen had passed, Eärendil raised the ship higher in the sky and Elwing armed herself with a boathook; for where Uinen went Ossë was sure to be close. Yet when they did encounter him, he simply skated over the waves and raised a hand to the mariners.

Eärendil smiled, and said that all the spirits of the sea must have come out to see his fair wife, and she laughed. And at last when they reached the star-shaped island of Númenor, Salmar appeared before them and he played the great horn of Ulmo, and the song awoke in the hearts of many mariners across the land.

High above the island they soared, and each looked down through a spyglass. As they flew, the seabirds of Númenor flew to join them, the sea-mews and the puffins and the gannets, and they spoke to Elwing and told her to sail as far as the Palace of the King in golden Armenelos.

~

Elros Tar-Minyatur, Elrond his twin, and his wife Gennoril and their newborn child, yet to be named, had waited since the coming of dawn under the tree of Nimloth for their miracle, and late that morning, it came. The star of Elros’ father shone upon his grandchild beneath the tree, and the boy smiled. And though they could not see nor speak to their parents, Elros and Elrond knew that they were with them then, and had never truly left their sides, and they smiled and wept.

That day, the Star of High Hope looked down on the royal family of Númenor until Arien journeyed out of sight, and Gennoril looked upon her child and said, “Vardamir”.

~

Elsewhere in the ocean, fishes darted through the wreckage of Sirion and mussels and limpets clung to the sunken skeleton of Ancalagon. The remains of Turgon’s ships continued to rot and crumble under the water, the bones of their sailors laid in the sand while their bodies reborn walked in Aman. And above it all, the Blessed Mariner and his wife winged with feathers looked down together as they sailed; and while they knew that the gift of today could not make up for their many losses, they held each other in gladness that it had been granted them all the same.

[the-starry-seas]

writing a little bit to see if i like whisper's pronoun change

Blue isn't the slightest bit surprised when Whisper takes one look at a pond full of frogs and walks straight into the water. That's the sort of behaviour that he's come to expect of xei since they moved here. Well, since they were cadets, really. He'd lost count of the number of times that xe snuck out of the barracks to feed crumbs to the sea mice that swarmed around the Kaminoan docks.

Got in trouble for it a few times, too. Racer or Fury would take the blame when they went with xei, but Whisper hadn't always allowed them to. The Kaminoans weren't here to scold them, though, so... xe could do whatever xe wanted.

And to nobody's surprise, xe wanted to catch frogs.

"Do you have any idea what you're going to do with those if you get one?" Blue asks.

Xe stops a moment, water rippling around xeim legs, and frowns at him like xe's having some kind of realisation.

"Told Fury to bring me a big plastic box with a lid."

And as long as he listened, there won't be anything to worry about... but he's not always great at listening. Or at not getting distracted. Blue loves all of his batchmates - knows they all love each other, too - but he's also aware of their flaws. Fury's tend to involve details. Doesn't matter what kind.

"Hah," Whisper mutters, and he realises xe actually managed to catch a frog in xeim hands.

Huh.

Not that he'd really doubted xei, because xe was fast and agile, but so were frogs. He was never able to catch any of the creatures that got loose on their ship. Always been small ones, fortunately. Xe has sense. Something he can't say for other clones, like Racer.

"Hold this one," xe instructs him.

"No thank you."

"Hold the karking frog, Blue."

He groans to himself and edges toward the water, frowning the moment it starts seeping through his shoes. The things he does for his squad...

The frog is needlessly large, in his opinion. He needs both hands to take it from Whisper and hold it so it won't escape. Or at least he hopes that's what he's doing.

By the time Fury shows up with the box, Whisper's managed to catch two more. And through some feat that Blue still can't figure out, the second frog was caught with only one hand.

"You take too long," xe informs Fury as he opens the lid of the box. The frogs are gently placed inside, and the lid placed back on top, once Blue deposits his frog as well.

"That's not my fault," he says, rolling his eyes. "Racer wanted to microwave the box to see what happened and I had to find her another one to play with."

"Mm," xe mutters, giving him a disapproving look before turning back to the pond.

Blue has no idea why he hangs around after that. It's not like supervision has ever worked on these people. They do what they want, and he has little affect on their bullshit, when they're not on the battlefield. He's curious about the end goal with the frogs, though.

"Aren't these the poisonous ones?" Fury asks, leaning over the box more so he can get a better look at them.

"Yes. Which is different from venomous, which is what you're thinking of." Xe doesn't even look at him as xe says it, too busy scuffing xeim hands down the front of xeim shirt before getting back in the water.

"You don't know that."

Whisper doesn't seem inclined to dignify that with a response.

Instead xe dives under the surface, and Blue can only gape briefly at xei. Or rather, the water where xe disappeared. Who does that? Well, at least xe's entertaining xeiself. A bored Whisper is restless like a caged animal. Which is in blessed contrast to the dangerously chaotic duo of Racer and Fury, but still, not exactly ideal.

By the time Whisper tires xeiself out, xe's caught upwards of twenty frogs, but xe only keeps four of them in the box. The others are allowed to stampede back toward the water. Blue wisely stays out of their way.

"Do you have... plans for those?" he can't help asking, because he sees mud and water and plants going in the box alongside them, and he can't help but wonder if they're intended to be kept long-term.

"Yes," Whisper says, and shuts the lid.

"Would you like to share your plans?"

"No."

And with that, xe's off, carrying one side of the box as Fury carries the other. Blue can only sigh, and get up to follow them, holding his still-damp socks and shoes in one hand. They really don't listen to him at all. Well, at least Whisper will keep them out of his bed.

(He's blissfully unaware that in the morning, he'll wake up face-to-face with one of them, and his scream will wake up half the village. That will fortunately be the only mishap, once he helps xei fit a better lid on top of the terrarium. He'll still be glad when the frogs are released back to the pond a few weeks later.)

[ariel-seagull-wings]

THE HEART’S DOOR

@themousefromfantasyland @tamisdava2 @adarkrainbow @amalthea9 @princesssarisa @softlytowardthesun @grimoireoffolkloreandfairytales @the-blue-fairie @sabugabr @angelixgutz @shelleythesapphic @professorlehnsherr-almashy

(A Finnish Fairy Tale, also known as Severi and Vappu, a retelling by Gypsy Thornton and illustrations by Nilesh Mistry for DK The Illustrated Book of Fairy Tales by Neil Philip)

Once there was a boy named Severi who announced one spring morning that it was high time he had adventures and seek his fortune.

“What are you seeking?” people asked.

”I do not know yet,” Severi replied, “But when I find it, I’ll know then,’ he said, and waved goodbye.

He walked over bright meadows and through dark woods, sailed over great seas and survived ocean storms. He climbed up a great black cliff and down a long stone stairway, until eventually, at what he thought must be the very heart of the earth itself, he found a golden door.

He lifted his hand to knock and it swung open for him, so he stepped through. Inside was a magical world of green hills with fragrant flowers and shiny plumed songbirds sang among lush trees, all laden with golden fruit. In the distance, turrets of a copper castle rose into the air, shining like red gold in the sunlight. Immediately Severi set out straight toward it. There he met a strange old man with glittering white hair and very young cheeks, who asked him who he was and where he was going.

“My name is Severi,” he replied, and told him of his journey so far. “And now I am here. I do not know yet where I am going to, but when I get there, I’ll know then.”

“Ka!” said the white-haired man, “Since you’ve come such a long way, why don’t you stay here with me awhile? I live in the copper castle, just beyond.”

So Severi went with the old man to live in the copper castle. When he’d been given all the good food he could eat, the old man held up a heavy ring full of keys. “Here are the keys to the castle: twenty four keys for twenty four rooms. Feel free to go into any, except for the last

. If you open that twenty-fourth door, you do so at your own risk. I am not to blame for whatever may happen.”

“I understand,” said Severi, accepting the keys, but already he was quite curious.

Before long the old man set out on a journey that would take him far away and the instant Severi was alone, he began to explore.

Each door held a room of wonders, the next even better than the last: one seemed on fire, it dazzled with so much copper, while the next glittered with so much gold it hurt his eyes. Another was all ebony, another, blue sapphires, yet with each door he grew sadder and sadder until he stopped in the middle of the twenty-third room, too sad, even, to touch anything.

“Now I have seen it all. My adventures are over and done. I might as well just go back to my tupa.” He sighed, lay down right where he was, and fell asleep.

When he awoke he found the key to the twenty-fourth door clasped in his hand.

“The old man said I could enter at my own risk, “ he thought, turning it over curiously. “I will open it and find out what happens,” and he bravely turned the key in the twenty-fourth lock, then pushed open the heavy door.

Inside, sitting on a very high throne, was the loveliest girl in all the world.

“Who are you?” asked Severi.

“My name is Vappu ,” said the girl. “I’ve been waiting for you a very long time.” Severi held out his hand and she put hers in his then climbed down to him.

The golden days that followed were like a dream as the two lived together in the copper castle. For a whole month, they sat by the silver stream and feasted on golden fruit with not a care in the world. One day Vappu led Severi into a deep orchard. Cool winds caressed the trees and their faces and at the center blossomed the Tree of Life. They sat beneath it, ate its fruit and drank from the sparkling brook nearby. Completely content, Severi fell into a deep sleep under the Tree. When he awoke, Vappu was gone.

“Vappu!” he called. “Vappu! Vappu!” and his calling turned to cries and his cries turned to tears, for she was nowhere within and nowhere without.

When the old man returned home he found Severi in deep misery.

“Please help me find her”, Severi begged. “I cannot live without her.”

The old man chuckled. “That’s the way it always happens when you do what you should have left undone. I warned you about that twenty-fourth door,” he said.

“I am a grown man,” Severi replied. “I make my own choices

. And you did not tell me I must not enter, only that to do so, would be my own risk. ”

“That is fair,” the old man said, gently. “But have your choices made you wiser?”

“My sorrow has made me older – but yes, wiser too. Please help me find my Vappu - that is all I ask.”

The old man muttered some words of magic

and there stood Vappu, radiant as a sunbeam.

“Did you miss me Severi?” she asked.

“All my happiness disappeared with you!” Severi said to her. “Please, never leave me again.”

“I will promise,” said Vappu, “But on one condition: you must hide from me where I cannot find you. Then, and then only, will I always be with you. You have three chances.”

Severi did not understand what she meant, but the old man whispered a magic charm in his ear and promised he would help.

Severi did not want to hide but knew he must try if he wanted to win her, so the first day he snuck away over the hills and whispered his charm to a rabbit running by. It stopped, let him hide inside its thumping heart then ran on, even faster than before. But Vappu quickly tracked him down.

“You are not very good at hide-and-seek

Severi,” she said. “Try again.”

The next day Severi stole away into the dark heart of the forest and whispered his charm to a bear ferociously guarding its den. It stopped, let him hide inside its warm heart then growled, more ferociously than ever before. But Vappu still, somehow, tracked him down.

“I have found you Severi! You cannot hide from me. You have one last try.”

Sadly, Severi walked back to the castle. He could not think how to hide from clever Vappu.

The next day, at a hint and a wink from the old man, Severi finally decided to hide in Vappu’s own heart. He drew close to her and softly whispered his charm:

“Three times I knock at your door, dear heart, 

Let me in, heart’s jewel, let me in!”

And he vanished right before Vappu’s eyes.

Try as she might, Vappu could not find him anywhere. When she had looked and looked and looked some more, Severi called to her:

“Can you not find me, Golden One?”

“I cannot - where are you?” asked Vappu.

“Here in your heart,” answered Severi.

“Who led you here?”

“You, Vappu. You led me here.”

“Then my heart is yours,” said Vappu.

Severi came out of his hiding place and she held him as close as he held her.

“And now,” said Severi, “I’ve found you.”

And they lived in peace, ever after, in their copper castle, beside the silver stream, beneath the golden trees.

[asexual-spongebob]

The waves that lap the shore - Chapter 20 - and then there were four. (Season finale)

Notes:

Wow? I made a mostly Kwazii and Paani chapter? Yes. With some shellso and twashi on the side. Wow? I made a chapter with more than 1000 words? Yes. I’ve been in a Kwazini mood lately so that definitely influenced this chapter- I also got Mellon Collie on CD for my birthday and I’ve been listening to it so that’s why Paani was listening to the smashing pumpkins. I wish I had gotten into the smashing pumpkins sooner cuz I love everything that I’ve heard <3 Stumbleine my beloved <3

Kwazii and Paani laid in Kwazii’s bed. 

Kwazii was showing Paani some of his sketches. 

However, he stopped when he got to a specific one. 

Kwazii remembered when he drew that. 

Kwazii sat on his bed with his sketch book as Gilmore Girls played in the background. He was going to draw sea monsters.

Kwazii made messy sketches as he watched. 

It’d been a bit later. Kwazii had paused the show to use the bathroom. But they noticed something. 

All of his doodles were of Paani. They had drawn a heart with Paani’s name in it. With little hearts�� and flowers all over them. 

Kwazii dropped their pencil when they saw that. A embarrassed look appeared on their face.  Had it seriously drawn that?! Kwazii couldn’t believe its eyes. 

Kwazii felt a gasp escape his mouth is this what being in  love is like? Kwazii asked himself. 

••• 

“I drew this one night while watching Gilmore Girls” Kwazii said, pointing to the sketches. Paani admired each little line in the sketches, they looked like him. “that’s supposed to be me, right?” Paani asked, feeling a slight grin appear on his face, Kwazii nodded in response. 

Paani looked at the date. 

It had been the day before the “Kwazii lit Mako on fire” incident.

The day before everything went down. The day before they told each other everything. 

Paani then remembered what they were doing that day.

Paani was stretched out on his bed like a starfish, listening to Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness.

And i don’t even care

To shake these zipper blues

And we don’t know

Just where our bones will rest

To dust I guess

Forgotten and absorbed into the earth. 

Paani was thinking of someone in particular while listening to that song. Kwazii.

Paani was holding Kwazii’s paw as they walked along the beach. He was wearing a fancy suit and loafers, Kwazii was just wearing his typical pirate clothes.

“Wanna go hang out at my place, Kwazii?”

“Yeah Matey. I’ve never been to your place before.”

“Maybe I could… sing you a song?” 

“Sure… I’d like that. I’ve never heard you sing before.” 

“Well. You will now.”

The world is a vampire. 

Paani then came back to reality. He jolted up.

Paani ripped his earbuds out of his ears. She rummaged through her closet, looking for her guitar.

It’s got to be here somewhere! Paani thought as she let out a grunt. Soon she found it. 

Paani placed it on his bed, opening the case and pulling it out. Realizing how dusty the case was. 

Paani started playing power chords. 

He had tuned it to “mayonnaise tuning” for a reason. 

“Oh Kwazii. Can I can I come to your house. We can dance to The Spice Girls in your room.” Paani sang softly, as he strummed his guitar.

Paani put it down for a moment, scribbling down lyrics on a piece of paper and the strum pattern. 

Paani then got back on track, singing lyrics and strumming.

••• 

“I wrote a song about you that day.” Paani admitted “you did?” Kwazii gasped “yeah.” Paani replied, getting off the bed to fetch his guitar. 

Paani came back, his guitar in his hands. They sat on the bed, and started playing.

Kwazii was impressed. They started blushing as Paani sang. They felt so lucky to have someone like Paani. 

Kwazii started to tear up a little. Surprisingly, he allowed himself. Not to many people had ever treated him this way. Let alone wrote a song about him. 

“I-I’m sorry- I’m just a bit emotional-“ Kwazii apologized, wiping a tear from its face “not many people have ever treated me this way..” Kwazii added “It’s okay. Don’t apologize.” Paani said softly, understanding how Kwazii felt right now. 

Paani knew that Kwazii wasn’t used to being treated this way.

Paani put the guitar down on the floor, on top of its dusty ass case. “Wanna go down stairs and eat something?” Kwazii asked “sure” Paani replied, getting off the bed.

•••

Peso had just gotten back from a mission, it went straight to Shellington’s lab. “Hey Shellie!” Peso greeted “PESO!” Shellington jumped out of his chair and ran up to Peso, scooping him up in his arms, hugging him tightly and showering it in kisses.

“I missed you so much!” Shellington beamed “I was only gone for a few hours- Peso mumbled “I know.. I just really missed you..” Shellington replied, putting Peso down. 

“Wanna go get some hot cocoa?” Shellington asked “ sure” Peso smiled. 

•••

Peso and Shellington were drinking hot cocoa in the kitchen. Peso was wearing a weezer shirt that he had stolen from Shellington (which was, way too big for him.) and Shellington was wearing his middle aged man sliders and his pajamas.

“Wow look at those nerds!” Kwazii teased, Shellington rolled his eyes and let out a giggle “Me and Peso are gonna go somewhere” Shellington said “Yeah. And I’m driving.” Peso added, Peso and Shellington then went downstairs to the Launch Bay to go on there date.

•••

It’d been a few days since Paani played that beautiful song. 

Kwazii, Peso and Shellington were near the beach. 

The song still rung in Kwazii’s head. He could still hear the sound of Paani’s soft singing against the beautiful mayonnaise tuning. 

“Hey. Maybe we should go stop by that juice place.” Peso suggested, interrupting Kwazii’s train of thought. 

The trio were walking down the boardwalk. “Yarrr what place?” Kwazii questioned “Palm & Citrus I’m assuming?” Shellington guessed “Yeah!” Peso clarified “come on mateys.” Kwazii guided as they walked to the cafe.

The three walked inside, that place looked like it was straight out of 2006, complete with old 2000s computers.

The interior was reminiscent of tropical bars, a cute box tv was on a little table. People some reruns of some old tv show that was playing. 

The group took a seat, Shellington ordered a mango smoothie, Peso ordered an orange slushy made with fresh orange juice and Kwazii ordered a black current juice and salted seaweed.

Soon the drinks arrived, Shellington glanced affectionately at Peso, Peso exchanged the same glance.

“There’s a full moon tonight..” Peso mentioned “I’m kind of worried…” Shellington sighed, Peso nodded in agreement “yarr we’ll be fine mateys!” Kwazii disagreed, Peso and Shellington gave him looks of uncertainty.

Kwazii, Peso Shellington sat in awkward silence, until Peso started rambling about some sad romantic movie him and Shellington had watched. 

“Their last kiss was so sad! She then died in her arms!” Shellington sniffled, on the verge of tears “they were so cute together!” Shellington added “why don’t we write a fix it fic where she doesn’t die!” Peso suggested “Yeah! Absolutely!” Shellington agreed, him and Peso began writing out concepts. 

Kwazii rolled their eyes ah yes, Peso and Shellie and their sad fantasy romance movies. 

Kwazii sat there bored for awhile. “Don’t you think we should get back home soon?” Kwazii mentioned “yeah true.” Shellington said, him and Peso putting away some notepads.

The three ran to the beach and dove into the water, it felt nice.

They glanced around the coral reefs, Peso and Shellington were talking about sea creatures, while Kwazii floated there alone. Until he heard a splash from behind him. Kwazii turned around, It was Paani.

He looked like he was straight out of Mean Girls. She even had the “A Little Bit Dramatic” shirt on.

“Hi Kwaz. Sorry. I was feeling a bit… uh. Girly today.” Paani said awkwardly “Ahoy Matey! That’s fine.” Kwazii greeted, warping his paws around Paani.

“Um… what are they doing?” Paani questioned,  pointing to Shellington and Peso “arrg! being nerds.” Kwazii laughed “wanna go do something?” Paani asked “yeah sure why not.” Kwazii agreed. 

•••

The full moon rose up, Shellington and Peso were in Shellington’s lab, which was moon proofed, they were reading some books together. Shellington had gotten sleepy though “hey I think I’m gonna take a nap..” Shellington yawned “I’ll join you.” Peso smiled, getting up and putting the books away and joining Shellington.

The vegimals soon climbed in bed as well. Shellington and Peso said goodnight to them,  and to each other before drifting off to sleep, the soft sound of Shellington’s fan in the background.

•••

It was late in the afternoon. 

Paani grabbed her paddle board. 

She was going to Mako Island again. 

I need to find out more about that place . Paani thought.

Paani took one last good look around his house, making sure he had everything.

He shoved it all into his backpack.

Paani surfed the way there. He’d wanted to find out more ever since he found Kwazii on the island when It was almost brunt to a crisp, like burning piece of toast that had been in the toaster for far too long.

The waves weren’t to bad right now. Soon they made it to the shores of the mysterious island.

The sunset was on the horizon. Paani could sense it, they glanced over their shoulder. The setting sun was looming close.

I can’t be here to long. Paani told himself. 

Paani wandered around, taking photos of anything he saw that he found interesting, like some snakes. She even offered the snakes some of her Paani patties, which the snakes  ate up. Paani continued on his journey.

He stopped though. He’d reached the spot where he found Kwazii.

He noticed that a thin blanket of ash still lingered on the ground. The faint stench of smoke still in the air as well.

He kept walking. Until he fell down into a hole that is.

“WHOOOOA!!!!” Paani exclaimed, her pants now covered in sand, she took a rest for a moment. Her ankle was aching. 

Damn it. I was a stupid idea to wear my fancy 2000s cargo pants! Paani thought to themself.

“Hello!!” They echoed. No response.

Damn it. If only Ryla was here. Paani thought defeated, he attempted to contact them from his Octo-Watch but there wasn’t a signal.

Paani needed to figure out how to get out of here.

Paani walked up a stair like structure that was made of rocks. He peered his head inside. There was a pool of water.

It was sapphire blue in color. Paani was captivated by it. 

The sky was now filled shimmering stars. 

Paani noticed it began to bubble as the moon’s light shined through the opening at the top of the dormant volcano.

Paani dashed over there at the sight of that. He hanged over the ledge of the Moon Pool. 

“Hello H2O! What secrets do you hold for me today!” Paani said as they grasped their test tube, and took a dive.

Oooo… pretty… Was Paani’s only thought as they glanced around the pool, she felt a funny sensation come over her as he swam around in the pool. Admiring the shimmering bubbles above.

He’d never seen anything like this before in his hydrology career. 

Paani swam back up to the surface, putting a cap on his test tube and spitting some salt water out of his mouth and laying on his back. 

This is relaxing Paani thought calmly. 

•••

Kwazii was frantically looking for Paani. They were worried sick. Paani hadn’t answered it’s

phone calls or texts. 

Kwazii had looked everywhere for him. 

What if he’s at Mako. Kwazii realized. He rushed down the Octo-Chute. Kwazii rushed down to the Launch Bay “TWEAK! OPEN THE OCTO HATCH!!!” Kwazii urged “But it’s a full moon tonight, Kwaz! What if you burn down Mako again!” Tweak lectured, clearly unsure. 

“ITS A EMERGENCY! I THINK PAANI IS THERE.” Kwazii yelled “Alright! Be careful!” Tweak warned, feeling knots form in her stomach.

“Tweak, what happened? I heard yelling.” Dashi asked 

Tweak went silent for a moment, she was shaking. Dashi could feel the tension in the air. 

“Oh uh- hi Dashi- Kwazii went to Mako. They think that Paani is there.” Tweak sighed, Dashi let out a gasp “why did you let him go?” Dashi asked “Well… I felt bad… i didn’t want anything bad happening to Paani i guess… if he is actually there that is.” Tweak answered “hopefully nothing bad happens-“ Dashi hoped “These full moons can get a bit… you know… cray cray.” Dashi mentioned “yeah definitely-“ Tweak agreed.

The two of them stood awkwardly in the Launch Bay for awhile, both hoping that Kwazii and Paani were okay. 

“What are Peso and Shellington doing?” Tweak finally said, breaking the awkward silence “they’re in the lab sleeping. I’m just glad Shellington didn’t moonstruck-“ Dashi answered.

“What about Cap and Inkling?” Tweak continued “Captain is upstairs- he’s taking his online therapy sessions. And Inkling is in the library.” Dashi concluded. 

“What should we do right now? I mean it’s just us.” Tweak questioned, turning to face Dashi. “Maybe we can watch something? Down here?” Dashi suggested “yeah.. I’d like that.” Tweak blushed. 

Dashi and Tweak got cozy in Tweak’s bed, Dashi’s head on Tweak’s shoulder as they watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It felt nice to relax, after all of the chaotic events of recent times. Though, Tweak was still on edge, however she didn’t feel as uneasy with Dashi around. 

•••

Kwazii had made it to Mako Island. 

“PAANI?! PAANI!?” Kwazii called out in a panic, looking for them She can’t be at the Moonpool… could he?Kwazii thought to itself 

Kwazii rushed down into the Moon Pool’s land entrance.

Kwazii ran in there faster then Tweak could say “buncha, munchy crunchy carrots”. 

Kwazii was panting. He was fucking exhausted. He looked like he had ran a marathon across the entire continent. 

To its horror, it saw Paani, floating around the Moon Pool without a care in the world. 

“Oh hi Kwazii! The water is nice!” Paani smiled. 

Kwazii’s stomach dropped.

Oh. OH SHIT! 

[obsessivevoidkitten]

A Plundered Pirate

Yandere Lobster Man x Gender Neutral Reader (CW: Pirates, piracy, lobster men, non-con, collaring, oviposition, general yandere behavior) Word Count: 1.4k (This was requested by the amazing @solariahalsey, who also helped greatly in developing the story, she is a long time friend so I let her cut the line with requests, she is also one of my two amazing beta readers, without her help and encouragement I would not post nearly as much.) You were a skilled pirate captain sailing the seas for fortune. You were on the hunt, waiting to ambush a small convoy of merchant ships that your intel told you would be passing through these waters. You had become very infamous, plundering ships large and small in a very large territory, evading capture at every turn, and all without having harmed a single innocent person. This job should have been a piece of cake for you and your crew, but that isn’t how things had worked out for you. Your intel had, ironically enough, been an ambush itself. At first you had no idea what was going on when you heard clicking and skittering all around you. But soon enough large lobster men climbed up from all direction onto the ship, surrounding you completely. There was no choice but to surrender. You cursed your informant for his betrayal. The oldest looking one, seeming to be in his mid forties, approached you. “You were a slippery one, they finally had to assign me to the task, a fleet admiral.” He stood proudly in front of you, he had four arms, all covered in a hard dark blue carapace, two ending in hands and two ending in claws. His hair was black and cut into the typical “high and tight” military style and he had an antenna sticking from each side of his head. His feet and legs were human like, but also encased in hard blue shell. He wore a wetsuit with the navy insignia and flag of the United World Government that covered his unplated chest and crotch. Though it left exceedingly little to the imagination.   He and his underlings bound up the hands of you and your crew mates before gathering you all in front of the fleet admiral. “Listen up pirate scum! I am Fleet Admiral Neelim. The only reason you are not being executed is because you never took the lives of your victims! However; you have still caused great harm economically, so a punishment must be given. Since the population of our species is at an all time low we have been given permission to use you all as mates and incubators. When the UWGS Ensnare arrives you will board the ship and then assigned your mate. You should feel honored to help contribute your services to such a worthy cause.” This wasn’t completely unheard, non-violent criminals given as mates for various monster races who’s populations were declining. But it was still a shock to you. Never in your life did you consider that you would wind up as an incubator for a lobster man. You rolled your eyes, you would find an opportunity to escape one day and by the might of Poseidon you would… eventually. For now there was nothing to do but wait and hope you got assigned to a one of these men that wouldn’t be too rough with you. You really hoped you did not wind up with Neelim. He seemed way too militaristic and proud of himself. Also… he was larger than the others and that scared you. Of course when you boarded the government navy ship you were immediately assigned to Neelim… He was the only one they would assign you to given your status as the pirate leader and your infamy. You had been a mighty pirate, a scourge of the sea… but now it was your booty that was in danger of being plundered by this uptight admiral… You were escorted to his quarters. Over the course of the next few weeks you got to know him better. He did not go straight to forcefully breeding you, most of your former crew were not immediately used as egg warmers, though you did notice more and more bulging bellies among them as time went by when you saw them in the mess hall. Instead Neelim actively courted you. Trying to woo you into being his mate. The lobster man would frequently bring you really nice food, better than what he and the other lobster men ate. After all, you would need the energy to carry his eggs. He brought you clothing, in blue, he wanted you match his uniform. You would have refused, but he had taken your other clothing and it had been dirty anyway so it was either this or nothing. Neelim made you wear a collar that said “(Y/N) Property of Neelim, if found please contact XXXXX.” Apparently it was standard practice for all people in your position, but yours of course matched him. After wearing the collar he was not so paranoid about one of his men without an assigned human stealing you. He was not overly strict with you as you had feared. But he was no pushover, every time you tried to make an escape you were punished. He would tie you up for a few hours and leave hickies all over you to remind you who you belonged to now. Neelim would laugh and mockingly call you his little pirate. He was much less serious and more sweet but mocking behind closed doors. Forcing you to sit on his lap while he held you close, teasing you about how cute you would look with a tummy full of his offspring, teasing you about the blush that appeared on your cheeks every time he told you how small and adorable and weak you were. He started to get less patient with you. You were his and you just had to accept that and being nice about it with you just wasn’t getting him anywhere. It was your fault you were given to him in the first place. Eventually, after coming back from a particularly stressful day of taking care of his administrative duties Neelim cracked and decided he was not putting up with your disobedience any longer. He cornered you in your shared quarters. You tried hard to squirm and thrash away from him but you were not match for his four mighty arms. He disrobed you easily, his pincers ripping your clothes away, and pulled you to his lap, his big blue cock already out and at full mast. It leaked copious amounts of natural lubricant so he rubbed and prodded your hole with the tip, massaging the thick slippery fluid into you. You continued to resist but it was a fruitless endeavor. He kissed you roughly as he pulled you all the way onto his eager prick. He was sorry he had to make you do this, but the future of his species relied on him to do his part and he expected you to do your duty as well. You really had no one to blame but yourself for being in this position. Neelim pushed into your well lubed hole at a steady rhythm, impaling you so deeply that your stomach actually visibly bulged out a bit with every thrust of his hips. You were like a living fleshlight. The lobster man felt you up with his hands as well as his antenna as he bred you, putting special emphasis on rubbing your soft thighs. He ignored your protests and eventually they transitioned into little moans and gasps of pleasure. This made Neelim happy, he wanted to make you feel good too. “My good little pirate~ So good holding my eggs for me~ You like it don’t you (Y/N)?” You shook your head in denial even as he sucked on your neck and his cock continued to delve deeply into you, coaxing a lewd moan from your lips. “No! I hate it!” In spite of your denial you started grinding into his cock in sync with each of his thrusts. As he bred you he continued leaking his lubricating precum into you and it felt nothing short of glorious. “But you’re doing such a good job and are making such nice noises for me!” The lobster said mockingly as he quickened his pace before holding you close with all his arms and driving his dick into you as deeply as he possibly could, causing you to cum as he started filling you up with egg after egg not stopping until he ran out and you looked heavily pregnant. The admiral nuzzled you and held you close, with you still on his cock. “See? That wasn’t so hard now was it?”  

[headingalaxys-spicy]

German bros + Russia reacting to a reader begging them to buy an axolotl

⭐️Enjoy ⭐️

🇩🇪Germany🇩🇪

“Ludwig looks there is the sea creature section! Let’s go!” There was an added pep in your step when you saw the blue green multicolored glass that had a mythical glow to it. The beloved animal close to your heart was a mere few feet away from you. You watched ten maybe fifteen axolotls glinde through the water like aqua born angels that had their feathers as their ears. Other axolotls were nestled behind some of the fake seaweed and hollow rocks having an afternoon siesta. They peaked out at you with their beady eyes as some of their faces took on a form of delighted surprise. These faces were that of what you’d imagine that cherubs would have when playing under the water. You were in awe and off into the whimsical aquatic world of your own. You didn't realize that your German best friend had left your side to handle some business.

‘Y/N really likes them so I’ll acquire some and they’ll want to be over at my place more often.’

“Excuse me, clerk. I’d like to buy four axolotls please.”

“Of course sir let me grab some from the case and they’ll be about thirty five Euros each.”

“No problem.” He gets out his wallet as the clerk and her coworker grab some of the small salamanders from one of the tanks. As he saw them gently place the aquatic angels into a portable aquarium. “We can deliver the full home aquarium for them by 9pm tonight. Thank you for your purchase.” A small smile forms on the stony Germans face. He was thinking about all the ways that you and him could bond over simple beings. He went back to where he left you and sure enough you were still there mesmerized by the scene before you.

“Y/N let's go home now so we can make dinner and you can become more acquainted with your new friends.” There was an abnormal hint of glee in his voice so you turned around to see why he was so excited. You eyes met with his blue ones then they wandered down to the rectangular miniature aquarium.

“You bought axolotls WHAT?!?!?!”

“I wanted us to have something we could bond over together.”

“Aw Ludwig.” You wander over and give him a kiss on the cheek. “Well I’m game if you are.”

Prussia

“Vhat are you doing? It's almost 3am and you're still up? Vile also has a presentation tomorrow that is worth 40% of your grade. Are you crazy? What are you giggling about late into the night?” The albino man that had bags under his eyes from being awoken from his REM sleep cycle due to a rapturous laughter that broke out in your room that was next to his whenever you stayed the night in his home. His eyes were slightly bloodshot and irritated. You didn’t answer him because you had on your noise canceling headphones and your eyes were glued to the screen that was on Youtube. It was playing one of the many videos you had fell into when you began to explore the axolotl rabbithole. The current video you were consuming was that of an axolotl jumping at the person holding the camera when they told a bad pun that it didn’t like a-lotl.

“Sup bro.” Was the only think you could think to say when you saw your sleep deprived Prussian friend. He shakes your chair violently because he can be an asshole at times. He cares about you but has a really strange way of showing it.

“Ahhhh Gilbert no!” You couldn’t help but laugh at his dumb attempt to dominate, scare, or show power over you or whatever.

“Y/N have you seen zhe time? You’re going to look like shit tomorrow if you don’t get any sleep. Not to mention you won’t give a compelling argument if you’re just mumbling your words.” Concerned but he needed to be pushy if he wanted you to listen.

“But they're so cute! I just need to watch one more and-”

“NEIN! IN DEIN BETT JETZT! SCHLAFEN JETZT!” You knew he was angry when he began to only use German. He cares about you as a good friend but thinks you don’t make the best decisions sometimes. He sees the frown manifest itself on your face and feels a pang of guilt in his gut. After a few moments of thinking he came up with a solution that would make you less irritated about having to go to bed and having to be an adult.

“If you get a B+ or higher I’ll get you some and help you raise some axolotls but ONLY if you hit the sheets now.”

Nothing in your life has ever gotten you into bed faster.

🇷🇺 Russia 🇷🇺

While he was scouring your house for more information about you he needed more cannon fodder to do so. He needed some dirt he could throw at you in order to stop you from winning the debates that were coming in the next couple of weeks. He wanted that newly vacated seat in the World Government and he didn’t want to let you have it because you were from a micronation that only had a miniscule amount of power that he held in one finger compared to your entire nation. Which was daunting but didn’t faze you in any capacity. You seemed infallible and he hated that.

He needed to find ways to tarnish your reputation quickly. He knew well enough that you possessed all the abilities that were required to become a head diplomat: agility, quick as a whip, compassionate, and you knew all the rules and regulations of the United Government (UG). Your track record of maintaining peace in trying times that could have led to war as one of the seven lead delegates to the prime minister in your nation made you the most qualified candidate with the most accolades to your name. Not to mention you were second in your class at an Ivy League school. Magna Cum Laude.

You were a thorn in his side. And he needed to get rid of you. You were the more popular delegare for the coveted position and you were luring in the tougher to reach demographics that Ivan had a great deal of trouble relating to. And he hates losing so he really wanted to rid the world of you. He continued to delicately rummage through your study until he opened one of your drawers that held your journal in it.

“Jackpot.” Overly excited he opened it right away without too much regard for being caught at that moment. To his surprise it wasn’t the information he was hoping for. The “journal” he stumbled upon was more like a scrapbook filled with numerous pictures of pale pink salamanders that was decorated with glitter, ribbons, and streamers.

“What the hell?” Confused and wondering what he stumbled upon. Regardless, he took the book with him and had his advisors devise a plan to use the book against you. Let’s just say a few weeks later he showed up at you house with 10 Aloxoltols trying to threaten you by sating that he was going to murder each and everyone of them in your face. When you opened the door to greet him he was surprised to be pummeled by you and all of your affectionate kisses on the cheek and forehead that you did to him. He was in essence a pile of snow that could only give you one word answers while you praised him for giving you your new companions.

“Ivan, I didn't know you could be this thoughtful.” You beamed sunshine at his soul. Making him unable to speak intelligible words. “I’ll become one with you or whatever.” Not really caring what that actually meant but you knew he said it a loud a lot at international meetings.

Needless to say you still became the new United Government delegate with a Russian boyfriend that was really docile when he was around you.

[wormstacheangel]

Happy Birthday, Bec ( @chocolatecakecas)! Have some momma Dean and Daddy Cas get together :)

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Dean holds the preschool’s scrunched-up flyer in his hand before letting out a heavy sigh. He never thought he would ever celebrate Mother’s Day again, and he especially never thought that he would be the mother who would be celebrated.

He begged Cas not to make him do this, but it wasn’t Cas who he was afraid to disappoint.

Dean stuffed the paper back into his pocket before walking over to the front office to check-in for this Muffin with Mom event. He talked to the school beforehand to check if it was okay for him to show up to this event, but they already knew he was ‘Momma’ to Jack, so they saw it coming. Of course, they did but Dean sure as fuck didn’t.

He walks into the office and follows the signs that lead outside to the big grass area that transformed from a play area to a nicely decorated picnic area. Everything was pink, from the flowers to the plastic table cloths, but it didn’t feel too overwhelming because they were outside. His eyes spotted the small photo op area, and he couldn’t wait to get some cute pictures of him and Jack so Cas can add to his album.

At least that would be worth the embarrassment.

Dean joined some of the familiar faces of the sea of ladies that crowded the classroom doors—waiting for the kids to be let loose and get this party finally started. He smiles and waves at them, knowing them from pick up and playdate parties at their homes.

Dean and Cas know they can never host one at their home in the lakehouse cause while the outside has invisible warding, the inside looked like a crazy person lived in there. It was a heavily warded place that hides them for a good few miles to any supernatural monster— angels included, so it’s a good thing Cas knows how to use google maps or he would always skip their street— but the inside Jack was free to let his wings out and practice his powers.

“Okay!” He looks up to see Jack’s classroom open up. “Go find your Moms!”

He walks closer, seeing little rugrats running past him, and crouches until he meets the gaze of his little angel. “Hiya, bud!”

“Momma!” Jack shouts as he sprints to him and then jumps into Dean’s arms, almost knocking him back with his strength. Jack snuggles into Dean’s shoulder as he wraps his arms around his neck, staying locked in place as Dean stands up.

“Why are you surprised? Told you I was gonna come.” Dean rubs his hand up and down his back as they follow the group of moms to line up for the food. Other classes start to open up, and Dean at least wanted something to damn snack on while he’s here.

“I know.” Jack pulls back and presses Dean’s cheeks together with his little hands, and luckily with none of his strength. “I was just scared.”

“Why?” Dean asks with puckered lips.

“Cause,” Jack sighs before leaning back down to rest his head on Dean’s shoulder. His tiny fist is holding the collar of his jacket in a tight grip. “I know you’re not a Momma like the other Momma’s.”

Dean’s stomach drops at the words.

He quickly got out of line and went inside his now empty classroom so they can talk. Dean hates these tiny chairs, but he sat down anyway, hoping it won’t break from under him, before pulling Jack away to face him.

“Jack,” He was stubborn, but a little tickling always did the trick. Dean takes Jack’s face in between his hands so he would look at him. “I am not like the other Momma’s, but I am still yours. That’s why I’m here, right?”

Jack nods, a small smile on his face that was a carbon copy of Cas’s own.

“I better be, cause I heard you owe me a muffin!” Dean leans forward to gently bite Jack’s cheek, who giggles and screams while he pushed Dean away with child strength.

“Stop! Momma!” Jack laughs before Dean showers his face with kisses so that he could see the pout leave and a bright grin appear. One that made Dean love life so much more than he ever thought he could.

“Love you.” Dean places a final kiss on Jack’s nose. Only for Jack to copy him and repeat, “Love you.”

They went back outside and had to go to the back of the line, but with Jack in his arms, he was perfectly content. He loves hearing his little four-year-old ramble on while telling a story.

When they got their food—a muffin and some damn apple juice, he’s going to have to take Jack to lunch after this—they went to sit at a crowded table that was calling for Dean to join them. Usually, everyone enjoys Cas’s company a lot more than his, but right now, they had Dean to play with, and he didn’t mind getting the attention of all the milf’s in school.

He sat down in the middle of the table with Jack on his lap so Dean can make sure his kid at least eats a bit of the muffin before running around with the rest of his friends. The whole mommy and me event just became a big chance for mommy’s to gossip, and he couldn’t help but wanna be a part of it.

They were all talking about a Mom who didn’t show up and instead sent the babysitter when Jack finally got inpatient and ran off to play with his friends. When Jack was out of earshot, all eyes fell on Dean when he stuffed almost half a muffin in his mouth. He looks at them with raised eyebrows, asking them a silent, “What?” as their smiles spelled trouble for Dean.

“We heard from the secretary that you and Castiel aren’t together...together.” Liz whispers the last word as she leaned closer to him.

“That’s not a secret.” Dean swallows the rest of the muffin and finishes off the apple juice. “Cas and me are friends.”

“Really?” Carmen sat back in her chair, looking as if the universe didn’t make sense anymore. All eyes fell on Liz again, as if she was chosen to be the ring leader to ask all these questions.

“But you guys talk about each other like—I was gonna say like I talk about my husband, but that’s not true. I complain more than anything, but you two are always--you’re like a team. Like an actual team! And the way--the way you look at each other!”

“Okay,” Dean clears his throat, feeling his face heat up. “I don’t know what you are getting at, but Cas and I are best friends. We’re just raising his kid together. My brother helps too. It’s not-It’s just not like that with us.”

“But, do you want it to be?” Carmen leans in again, and Dean looks around at the milf’s that thought Cas and him were a married couple. “Cause it kinda looks like you want it to be.”

Dean opened his mouth to answer defensively cause, of course, he didn’t. He was perfectly fine living his domestic life with Cas and Jack. Maybe they were not a traditional family, but there was no damn way they would ever be with ⅔ of the family being celestial beings. Still, going to bed alone was getting harder each night. The longing stares have become heavier, and all the missed opportunities were starting to weigh on him.

He wanted so much more, but how can he ask for that when this is already the happiest he has ever been and the happiest he has ever seen Cas. He can’t risk making it awkward by expressing his feelings that may not be reciprocated. That’s fucking embarrassing for one, but Dean also didn’t want to risk losing the closest thing he has ever gotten to having a family of his own.

“It’s not that simple.” Dean finally groaned as he ran his hand through his hair. “Things are complicated between us.”

“Well, uncomplicate them!” Liz hits his arm to grab Dean’s attention before he falls back into his head.

“Mommy! Come watch me on the swings!” One of the kids call for them, and all the rest of the kids came running over, Jack included. But by the look of Jack’s face, Dean can tell the superhearing was working perfectly fine.

“Come here, bud.” Dean opens his arms, and while the rest of the mothers got up to watch their kid play, Jack stayed curled up in Dean’s arms as they finish their muffins together.

“Momma?”

“Yeah, bud?”

“We’re a real family, right?”

Dean presses a kiss to Jack’s hair. “Course we are, Jack. Me and your Daddy love you.”

“And you love each other?” He looks up at Dean with those same piercing blue eyes and curious look that he found so fond in Cas.

“Always have.” Dean quickly answers as he squeezes his kid. “Now eat so we can take some pictures.”

Dean ends up taking Jack home, with the preschool arts and crafts presents in the passenger seat, because maybe Dean does have to get his head out of his ass. Cause Dean knows Cas loves him. Was it the same kind of love Dean felt? Who knows? But they are going to find out.

“We’re just gonna pick up Daddy and go out to get some real food in you. Got it, bud?” Dean looks over at the rearview mirror to see a thumbs up and an excited grin.

“Got it, Momma!”

When Dean parks the car outside, he told Jack to wait in the car—the kid can turn on the car and play with the radio with his mind, he’ll be fine— while he went inside to tell Cas to get ready.

“I’m home!” Dean called out as soon as he was in the house and then hears an “In here!” coming from the bathroom. He walks in to see Cas was under the bathroom sink, all the cleaning products spread around him, probably fixing that leak that was bothering him so much.

“Hey,” Dean kicks him gently to get his attention before crouching beside him. “Go get ready. I have Jack in the car; let’s go have some lunch.”

Cas scooted out from under the sink, and when he sat up, his face was only inches away from Dean’s own. He looked utterly unphased from being so close while Dean’s breath hitched at feeling Cas’s sigh touch his lips.

“I don’t even eat, Dean.” Cas wipes his hands on a towel before pushing himself up to stand. Dean took a shaky breath before he stands up too. “And why did you take Jack from school so early?”

Dean follows Cas out of the bathroom and into Cas’s bedroom, “You eat sometimes and cause I wanted to have some family time.” Dean sits at Cas’s bed as he watches the angel change into a clean shirt, his back muscles as beautiful as usual. “And I just, I think we should talk.”

Cas turns around to look at Dean with a curious head tilt. “About?”

Dean stood up to slowly walk over to Cas, not meeting his eyes, as he whispers, “Us.” Dean can see Cas start to look panic at the word, and before Cas could say anything, Dean leans forward to press his lips at the corner of Cas’s mouth. “I wanna know how you feel about us.”

Cas stood wide-eyed as Dean pulls away. He waits for an answer, but the angel was just staring at him with fingers twitching to reach and hold something. Dean took Cas’s hand and twined their fingers together; hopefully, that is what Cas wanted.

“I know we’re just playing pretend here,” Dean continues as he looks down at their hands. “But I’m tired of playing, Cas. I want, fuck okay, shit, I just-- I want to-I want,”

“Yes?” Cas leans in closer, urging Dean to continue, but Dean wasn’t sure he could, so he looks up to see Cas lick those soft lips.

He knows he wasn’t good at using his words, but he has always been good at showing, doing, so he lets out a quiet, “Fuck it.” Before letting actions speak.

His free hand went to the back of Cas’s neck to hold him as their lips crashed together. Dean knew Cas could pull away whenever he wanted with his angel strength, but he also knew Cas was letting Dean take the lead in this. Letting Dean push him up against the dresser and kiss him with panic but also so much love. Cause he loves him. He loves Cas. He was so fucking in love with him that it drove him crazy at times, but he couldn’t imagine doing this domestic life with anybody else.

“I love you.” Dean finally breaths against Cas’s lips. It overwhelmed him to finally have those words said aloud while Cas’s hands were burning his skin from under his shirt, but it also made him feel lighter. To say the words he wanted to scream. “I love you so much, Cas.”

Cas’s grip loosened for a second before it tightened, and Dean took that opportunity to open his eyes to look at him. To read the unreadable.

He leans back to see Cas’s baby blue’s water.

“Cas?”

Cas responds with a few blinks, tears falling freely now, as his expression softens at his name. “Yes?” One of Cas’s hands reached to slowly caress Dean’s face as if trying to see if this was real. If Dean was real.

“Kinda pouring my heart out here, buddy, maybe wanna respond?” Dean turns his head just enough to press a kiss to Cas’s palm, hearing Cas let out a small gasp.

“I’m confused. This morning you left telling me you were gonna kick my ass for sending you to the preschool, and now,” Cas leans forward, slowly and hesitantly, but Dean didn’t move. He closes his eyes and waits until their lips met again. Feeling his heart pound and breath catch as the kiss was softer this time. His head flooded with so much want, but Cas quickly pulls away as he continued, “And now I can do that.”

“Yeah,” Dean’s eyes flutter open as he clears his throat. “Yeah, Momma had a little push from the milf’s this morning, and I just realized that I want— I want you. I want us to be together like a real family. Cause I love you and-and, it would be nice if you fucking said it back sometime soon.”

Cas laughs a low chuckle that made Dean’s toes curl as he leans forward again to press their noses together. “I love you too, Dean.”

“Took you long enough.” Dean was going in for another kiss, but the car horn made them both jump. “Shit, our kid still in the car.”

Dean leaves a kiss on Cas’s cheek, feeling more intimate than the last few kisses. “Get ready. I’ll wait for you in the car.” Dean didn’t meet Cas’s eyes as his blush rose to his cheeks.

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[luimagines]

Coul I request the chain reacting to meeting the reader who is Wild's sibling? (If background is needed shrieks science and them whatever purchase did so the reader is just sorta- 15-28 )

Masterlist

I don't understand the second sentence but I think I can infer what you're trying to say. And even then, I came up with a backstory that more less fixes it regardless so yay!

Wild is everyone's favorite chaotic creative sibling!

And I went for older sibling because reasons and just assume that sibling! Reader is in their early twenties.

Content under the cut!

You woke up one day in Hateno village, quietly aware of the silence that echoed through your house.

You miss your brother.

Not that he was here often with his Goddess given assignment nor did he even know who you were for the first half of it.

What a day that was.

Your little brother back from the dead, scars and all and then some... but he had no idea who you were.

It hurt to say the least. But you were told it would happen once the news reached you. He would wake up one day to finish his duty but he would not remember anything regarding his past life.

Even when he found you again, after he somehow remembered you, you didn’t know where to begin.

You just knew that you were so happy to be together again after so long that you hugged him as tight as you could and told him that your door was always open.

To say you both cried is the understatement of the century. It was wet and ugly and messy and neither of you really talk about it but it felt good that day.

And while you both knew he couldn’t stay for long with his adventure being no where near complete. He did come home for the night after he set that travel medallion of his by the front door.

But that was then- before the Calamity was defeated.

Now that it’s gone- so is your brother. Again.

On a different quest this time, it seems.

You don’t understand why your baby brother of all people has to be the one to do it and you would like nothing more than to wrap him up in a blanket and shield him from anything else that comes to hurt him- but he never let you do that as a child- let alone now.

You begin the day like any other and try to get as many mundane chores done as you can before you finally try and get the stable in the back fixed up.

You noticed Link had an affinity to horses and had checked in with the nearest stable to see that he had some lodged under his name.

There’s a place at the house, darn it. Lodge them here. It just needs to be fixed.

With your goal in mind, you lose yourself to the work and the time passes effortlessly.

It’s around noon by the time you hear it.

The familiar sound of activation that gets your heart pounding in relief and unbridled joy.

You drop your hammer and run to the front of the house with the largest grin on your face. “You’re back, you Rug Rat! Come here!”

You single him out instantly amongst the group and tackle him in a hug.

He’s long stopped trying to fight on you on this and has also returned your crushing hug with one of his own. “I’m back.”

“You brought friends too.” You grin and give the group a two fingered salute. “And here I was afraid that this loner child would end up dead in a ditch somewhere and I would be none the wiser. Thank you for looking after my little brother. I’m aware he’s a handful.”

“Ok thanks.” He says.

“Little brother?” Someone from the group asks. They’re lost amongst the sea of head but you nod regardless.

“Yup. I remember the day he was born like it was yesterday.” You grin and put your hands on your hips, introducing yourself right after. “Any friend of Link’s is a friend of the family. Come in, come in. Make yourselves at home. It’s not much but it’s ours. Been in the family since before the calamity struck. Let me wash up a bit and then we can get some food going, yeah?”

“I’ll start up the stove.” Link says and you’re about to disagree. After all, he just got home and should rest while he can but he ahs the most unburdened smile on his face that you can’t bring yourself to deny him.

 “Alright.” You sigh and head to the back where the shower is. It’s always been small and a bit cramped and the door stopped fitting correctly about ten years ago but now that’s it’s not just you anymore, you can go around into the giving the house the TLC it deserves.

But you’re starting with the stable in the back.

When you’re finished and you’ve dried yourself off, you get into the house to find it in a delightful array of colors and chaos.

Each of the boys seemed to have made themselves completely at home in the time you were gone and you leaned against the door frame, watching them all interreact.

Your brother didn’t waste any time with getting the stove up and running. You can smell the beginning of lunch getting cooked and it appears that Link has wrangled two of the boys to be his helpers. One appears to be the youngest with bright wide eyes and a similar blue tunic to that of Links and the other looks to be  slightly more timid in the process. He’s around the same height as Link but darker hair and a long white cape still clasped around his shoulders. 

You recognize the Master Sword strapped to his back.

Making a note of that you look around the room again. Three of them have made themselves comfortable at the table. One is easily the biggest guy of the group, red and blue tattoos on his face and scar over his eye as he watches the others go about the admittedly small house. The other two look to be the same size and you’re sure you can look them in the eye if you needed to. They’re talking to both each other and the group that’s cooking. One has a wolf pelt on his shoulder with more tattoos on his face and other is a knight if you’ve ever seen one with a bright blue scarf around his neck.

You’re not one to judge your brother’s friends but you make a mental note to watch him in case he tries anything.

Two of the boys- one with pink hair and the other have the most solid brown mane of the whole group have made themselves spares and are talking quietly to each other and not making a fuss.

The final one looks to be the smallest but he’s got an older glint to his eye that recognize well. He’s wearing arguably the most color tunic of the group with those four patches sewn together. He’s tucked himself away into a corner with a book out, not interacting with either of them outright but he has been looking up and adding his two cents to the older’s conversation at the table.

They don’t notice you’re back which is a testament to how tired they all must be.

They’re an interesting bunch.

But Link did always surround himself with interesting people.

So you’re not really surprised.

“Sooo...” Pinky starts off, calling your bother’s attention. “You have an older sibling?”

“Yup!” He answers, not looking up from the pot. “They were waiting for me the whole time, and even manage to keep the house. Up keep still needs to be done but we’ve been working on it together.”

“But they’re older.”

“Yes. We’ve established this.”

You have to hold back your snort.

“You were asleep for one hundred years.” Four Patches speaks up, closing his book silently. ”Shouldn’t they... ummm...”

“Be dead?”

“Or at least really old?” Mr. Brunette hops in, trying to lessen the blow of the sentence.

“You’re like one hundred and seven teen right? Wouldn’t that put them at being one hundred and twenty something?” Wolf boy offers.

“I guess so. Yeah. They were old at some point.” Link stops stirring and you can see him try to run the numbers in his head. “I know that much. The village talks about them being really old sometimes, but I guess that was years ago because it’s only from the older folk that live here.”

“But they lived through those one hundred years, didn’t they?” Blue Baby Face speaks this time.

“That’s what they told me.”

“So....” The knight tilts his head and tries to put his hands out as if that would help answer the question. “They’re like the Old Man then? Old in their head but young on the outside.”

“You can say that, yeah.” You say and take extreme satisfaction at the way most of the jump at your voice. “Unlike Link, I was alive the whole time he was asleep. I’ve got grandkids in Lurelin and they visit from time to time but someone had to at least keep the house up and running, might as well have been me.”

“I...” Link starts as he takes the food off the burner. “I never asked you how you stayed young, did I?”

“Nope.”

“Oh.” He looks away and deflates a little. Link looks a little disappointed with himself and that won’t stand in this house.

“I didn’t realize it was that important. And I’m going to assume you’ve explained most of the situation Rug Rat.” You laugh a little with a raised eyebrow. “You can blame Purah. You know she wanted to find a way to keep the old from aging, right? It’s why she’s in the body of a little kid again. But when she tried the second formula she realized that if she tried it on herself that it might as well but poof her back into a baby and she wanted to contact Robbie but he’s too far and too old to make that trip. I volunteered.”

“Really?”

“It still didn’t really work, I was transformed into a teenager instead of a child- a horrible time to exist really. But I suppose it was a blessing in disguise. By the time this one-” You step into the house fully and ruffle Link’s hair. “-came back, it left us with the same age gap as before. So in the end I can’t complain.”

“Why’d you volunteer?” Cape guy leans on the wall. “There’s only so many times you can test it, right? Who’s to say it wouldn’t have been worse?”

“Yeah, what if it did transform you into a baby again and you forgot everything?” Four Patches stands up and comes to stand by the table, putting his book on top of it. 

“I wanted to take the risk.” you shrug and pull your brother into a hug. “Is it a crime to want to see my baby brother again not matter the cost?”

“Get off.” He whines.

You laugh but do as he asks. “It was never said when he’d be back. Only that he would. I was willing to buy as much time as needed to be there for him.”

“I didn’t remember you...” He mutters to himself.

“You now, don’t you?” You punch him gently. “We’ve talked about this. It’s ok. I knew it was going to happen. It wasn’t going to stop me. Ganon himself couldn’t properly get rid of me. I’m not leaving your side anytime soon.”

He smiles and turns to hug you.

“Now where’s your wolf friend?” You ask. “Are you still traveling together? There’s something I wanted to give him.”

Wolf Pelt shimmies in his seat for a second but you don’t think much of it.

Link shakes his head. “Not right now but he has been coming by every now and then.”

“Well it’s good he’s still around to look after you then in my stead.”

“We have a horse though.” Link tilts his head up to grin at you. “It’s not the same but her name is Epona.”

Familiarity stabs you in the heart and you know it’s something that Link even remember even if he lives another one hundred years.

He was too little when she passed.

“...Like dad’s old horse. Can I see her?” You say with a light constriction in your throat. “How crazy would it be if they looked alike?”

“Dad had a horse?”

“You wouldn’t remember her, you were too little. I barely remember her as it is but yes, he did.” You take a step back and motion back towards the door. “Maybe after lunch you show me. We can bring her to the back and measure up how the stable is. I’ve been fixing it up.”

“Really!?” Link blinks, an excited glint appearing in his eyes.

“Yes. That’s what I was doing when you first came in. But let’s eat first.” You put your hand to the small of his back and push him gently in the direction of the table. “And then you can tell me about your friends and this new adventure of yours.”

[queenshelby]

A NEW WORLD – PART NINE

A QUIET PLACE 2 FANFIC

Pairing: Emmett x Fem!Reader

Warning: Angst, Gore, Death, Murder, Attempted Rape, Aliens, Violence, Movie Spoilers, SMUT, etc…

DAY 764

‘Say Good Morning Mumma’ Emmett said holding up Charlotte as you came walking out of the bedroom.

‘I didn’t hear your get up. Why didn’t you wake me?’ you asked as you were still not used to Charlotte sleeping in a different room to you ever since Emmett cleared out the study room and put up a toddler bed for Charlotte.

‘I thought that you could use some extra sleep’ Emmett said as he took one of the wooden blocks away from Charlotte. You were up with Charlotte for two nights as she was teething and last night you finally managed to sleep five hours straight.

‘Not in your mouth, remember?’ Emmett said and Charlotte pouted at him, trying to get the wooden block back with her tiny little hand.

‘I asked Jeremy to pick up some children’s paracetamol and a teething toy on his run to the mainland today. Also, one of the women on the island found a baby monitor packed away in her garage. I will try and get it to work today. You might feel a bit less anxious about Charlotte being in another room if you can hear her through the monitor’ Emmett suggested as he handed you a cup of instant coffee.

‘Thank you’ you said with a warm smile and some guilt. You still haven’t told Emmett that he is Charlotte’s father. Yet, you could see an instant connection between them.

Emmett has never asked about Charlotte’s father and you never told him much about her and her birth. It was more that you could handle at the time especially since you thought that he was in a relationship with Nancy.

‘How come you and Nancy don’t share house?’ you eventually asked as you were making breakfast.

‘It’s complicated Y/N’ Emmett said, causing you to raise an eyebrow at him.

‘So, you aren’t in love with each other? Is that it?’ you asked curiously.

‘I don’t have feelings for her if this is what you mean. In fact, I believe that love in a world like this is a dangerous thing. It’s not worth it’ he said before putting his empty bowl into the sink and excusing himself.

It was obvious to you that he didn’t really want to discuss his relationship with Nancy.  

***

Later that day you were invited to Nancy’s house to play cards and have some wine.

Reagan had kindly offered to babysit Charlotte that evening as Lucas and Marcus were out in the woods for the night, hunting animals for the community to eat alongside Emmett’s friend Morgan.

You had the feeling that there was something between Morgan and Evelyn, but didn’t dare to question it.

***

‘This is so strange’ you said as you took five cards from the deck and a glass of wine from the ones Nancy had poured and placed in the middle of the table.

‘Being here, on the island, you mean?’ Nancy asked and you nodded. You still struggled with the idea of being safe, of not being hungry and of having access to clean water simply to have a shower. The strangest of it all was that Charlotte’s father was with you now after you had expected to never see him again.

‘I think you just need to accept the fact that God chose you to be here. To keep you safe. It’s that simple’ Nancy said and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

‘I am sorry Nancy but I find it hard to believe after all the shit that has happened to me and my family and friends. I had to kill people to get here. I put a knife in the head of a close friend so that she would no longer suffer when she fell ill while we were at the bunker. I was almost raped by two men when Emmett saved me. Was all of this God’s plan for me?’ you sighed as you had lost faith many years ago.

‘Let’s not talk about faith, shall we’ Evelyn said and you all nodded in agreement quite quickly. After all, faith and believe had become a difficult topic and some people struggled more with it than others since the invasion.

‘Where is Emmett tonight?’ Adrian, one of the others, asked and Nancy rolled her eyes in response.

‘Who knows. He said that he needed space. He’s been acting strange ever since he got back from the mainland and my best guess is that he’s down by the old beach shag. That’s where he usually goes when he wants to be alone’ Nancy sighed somewhat disappointed. Clearly, Emmett has not let her into who he was and to who had become.

‘Hmm I wonder why that is?’ Evelyn said as she sipped on her glass of white wine while looking over at you with a smile.

You were surprised by the look Evelyn gave you. Did she know about you and Emmett you wondered?

***

After two games of cards, you helped Evelyn to take the empty wine bottles back to the kitchen in order to get some refills for everyone.

‘You need to tell him Y/N’ Evelyn said calmly as she started opening two more bottles of wine.

‘What do you mean?’ you whispered, looking at Evelyn with wide open eyes.

‘That Charlotte is his daughter’ she then went on to say.

‘How do you know?’ you whispered in a panic. You never had this conversation with her.

‘Lucas told me Charlotte’s birthday and he also told me that she came four weeks early and he had to help deliver her. Apparently, he is still a little freaked out about seeing his sister’s vagina’ she laughed before continuing on. ‘Emmett told me about you six months ago, about the night you spent together and how he could never tell Nora who the woman was he had been with that night. He still feels guilty about it all’ Evelyn whispered.

‘I remember when he called me the day after, telling me that what happened between us was nothing more than a mistake. But of course, he feels guilty towards Nora after all the crap she put him through that year’ you sighed, remembering how bad their relationship had become before the night in question.

‘No Y/N’ Evelyn said as she put one of her hands onto your shoulder. ‘The guilt he feels is towards you, for pushing you away the way he did after the night he had spent with you. He loved you. He probably still does’ Evelyn whispered with a smile.

‘He’s got a funny way of showing it. He had more than a month to say something to me before these things invaded our planet’ you huffed.

‘The morning after you had spent the night with Emmett, Nora called him from the hospital near her sister’s house. She was diagnosed with cancer that day. Her prognosis was good at the time but she never got the treatment she needed following the invasion. He chose his family Y/N. He had to’ Evelyn said with both of her hands on your shoulders.

‘I had no idea’ you said as your chin dropped and small tears began to form in the inside of your eyes. Emmett had never given an explanation to you as to why he acted the way he did and you immediately felt awful about what him and Nora must have been through.

‘I know. That’s why I am telling you now. You need to forgive him for what happened between you and let him be a father to Charlotte’ Evelyn said and you nodded in agreement.

There was nothing to say and, as soon as you returned to Nancy’s living room, you excused yourself.

You explained to the group that Charlotte was teething and that you were tired and wanted to get some rest. But the truth was that you had to see Emmett and clear things up once and for all.

***

As you arrived at the top of the hill which led down to the beach and the old beach shag, you could see Emmett sit on a large towel in front of a small fire place, starring at the sea.

Quietly and slowly, you made your way down the hill in between the bushes and approached Emmett from behind.

‘You scared the shit out of me Y/N’ Emmett said just after he startled as you tapped him on the shoulder.

‘I am sorry’ you smiled before kneeling down next to him.

‘What are you doing here?’ Emmett asked and, without words, you caressed his face with one of your hands and drew his lips closer towards yours.

‘This’ you whispered before your lips met in a passionate kiss.

‘Y/N, I am so sorry for…’ Emmett tried to say as your lips finally drifted apart.

‘Sshh. I know’ you said before pressing your lips back onto his one more time, even more desperate and passionate than before.

‘I love you’ you whispered after you had silenced him with your lips and, just as they parted again, he told you that he loves you too.

‘Didn’t you say that love in a world like this is a dangerous thing?’ you asked in between kisses and while your hands began to roam over each other’s bodies.

‘It is and I am afraid of it, but sometimes you can’t help it. I have loved you for years Y/N’ Emmett said, his deep blue eyes gazing into yours.

‘Oh Emmett’ you sighed, before you climbed onto his lap and pressed your lips against his again.

Your lips parted slightly, allowing his tongue to enter your mouth and start dancing with yours all while he began to unbutton your blouse.

‘We are on a public beach Emmett’ you giggled as his eyes wandered over your breasts which clearly had gotten larger.

‘No one ever comes down here’ Emmett assured you before guiding you off him and pushing you onto the towel beneath him, covering the sand.

After taking off his own t-shirt, Emmett rubbed both his hands along your thighs up towards the hem of your skirt. Then he moved his hands underneath your skirt and then back down towards your knees. As his hands made another pass over your legs and under your skirt, he reached all the way to the top of your thighs and his fingers felt around for your panties. Not finding any, he looked up at you and raised his eyebrows in a playful manner.

‘Shortage of underwear on the island’ you answered his unasked question with a little smirk and a flirtatious look in your eyes.

Emmett then started exploring you with his fingers. Finding you wet and aroused, he pressed one of his fingers easily into your opening and then slid it back out and rubbed it along your pussy lips and towards your clit. He repeated this process over and over again and you let out a soft moan every time his fingers made this journey along your body. Your eyes met and you bit your lip as he continued fingering you.

‘Oh my god, that feels so good’ you whispered to him and he smiled back at you.

You certainly didn't want him to stop, but you also wanted more.

After a few more minutes of this pleasure, you pulled him on top of you and your bodies were pressed up together. You could feel Emmett's hardness straining through his jeans against your thighs and you could help but moan at the sensation.

He then pulled your mouth to his in a passionate embrace. Your breaths were shallow as your kiss deepened, his mouth practically enveloping yours.

It wasn’t long until Emmett reached between you and unzipped his jeans before pulling them down along with his briefs.

‘Fuck I want you so badly’ you whispered as you pushed up your skirt and spread your legs widely, allowing Emmett to line himself up with your soaking entrance.

‘Fuck Y/N’ Emmett moaned as he thrusted his rock-hard cock into your very wet, swollen, and ready, opening.

You let out a long, low moan as he entered you. His cock felt so good inside you; like two puzzle pieces fitting together. You squeezed your muscles on him in response, sending a shiver of intensity through your body. With your left legs wrapped around him, he was pushing deep into you. With every hard and fast thrust, you would yell out, not afraid of making your noises heard on this darkened and empty beach. As he pounded into you, your hands slid, scratched and grabbed all over his body, along his back, onto his shoulders, and then down to his ass. You gripped his tight ass cheeks and pushed him in tighter on each thrust.

‘Don’t come inside me’ you barely managed to say and Emmett simply nodded as he kept thrusting into you deeply.

With all the thrusting, you eventually arched your back, changing the angle of his entry, and now his cock was hitting your very sensitive g-spot.

Your moans now turned to loud "fucks" and "oh gods" and you were soon pretty close to an explosive orgasm. Knowing that you were close to climax, Emmett sped up his thrusts which sent your over the edge.

‘Oh god, oh god, oh god...Emmett…fuck’ you moaned as a powerful orgasm rippled through your body and Emmett’s palm quickly came down on your mouth.

‘Shh’ he smirked as your pelvic muscles contracted and pulsed, tightening around his cock and then released. Spasm like shivers moved up to your shoulders and through your body and you let out a very long, satisfied exhalation.

‘Holy Fuck’ you said to Emmett, with an exasperated laugh in your voice once he finally removed his hand from your mouth.

He smiled back at you, then scooped his arms up under your back and lifted you to sit facing him. Still catching your breath, your mouths came together for a kiss, but you simply exchanged warm breaths into each other's mouths before your lips met.

As your body calmed from the orgasm, you brought your hand down to his cock. He was wet and sticky from your fluids, so you leaned down, bringing your lips to his cock, tasting yourself on him and began sliding your tongue all along his shaft, adding the lubrication of your saliva to him.

Your tongue made broad strokes along the underside of his cock and then tickled the tip and then back down again, adding more and more moisture to his cock with every lick. Now slippery with your moisture, you brought your hand to his cock and began moving it up and down, giving your mouth a break. As you squeezed your fingers and twisted your wrist on his cock, he brought his fingers back to play with your pussy. Still highly sensitive from the orgasm you had just experienced, you gasped at his initial touch and your muscles involuntarily squeezed and clenched.

He inserted his pointer and middle fingers into your wet opening, then dragged them out and up along your lips to your sensitive clit. You let out a loud groan as he did this, while your hand continued its work on his cock. Slowly, he continued moving his fingers along your wetness, along your lips and then he started finger fucking you, slowly at first and then faster and with more intensity. You matched his intensity with your hand on his cock. Faster and deeper he plunged into your warm tunnel, and faster and tighter you moved on his manhood. He took in a deep inhalation and let out a gasp and you knew he was close to release. His fingers were now rapidly pounding into you and you were moving your hand faster than ever on his cock.

‘I am close’ Emmett moaned, barely managing to speak and you quickly dropped your head down onto his swollen cock and he let out a loud, guttural exhalation as his warm and sweet cum released into your mouth.

‘Hmm’ you moaned out, squeezing his cock with your lips and sliding them up and down as he pulsed out more semen into your mouth. Once he was complete, she licked your tongue on his cock, before removing your mouth and swallowing.

You had never really enjoyed sucking off a cock and swallowing cum before, but with Emmett it was different and you were somewhat truly delighted in satisfying Emmett this way.

You sat up and looked at Emmett. His head was leaned back, his eyes closed, and a look of complete pleasure on his face.

‘Fuck…this was something else’ he whispered to you, followed by a deep sigh and a little contented laugh.

You smiled in return as he fluttered his eyes open.

It wasn’t long until your lips met again and, just as you heard some noises in the bushes besides you, Emmett quickly pulled up his pants while you buttoned up the blouse which never left your body.

Then, Emmett quickly put his t-shirt back on and, to your relief, two rabbits jumped out of the bushes making you both laugh and fall back against the towel which was barely covering the sand from the beach.

‘Emmett?’ you said as you rested your head on his chest while your eyes were gazing into the fire.

‘Hmm’ he said as he was holding you tight.

‘There is something I need to tell you’ you murmured.

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[americxn]

“What happened? What the hell happened. Why do you make it so hard to love you?”

Kai Anderson x GN!Reader

This is definitely not good enough to enter, but I used the prompt from @tatesimper anniversary writing competition so I guess this is my entry? (fig, I’m so sorry for butchering such a good prompt lmao)

also, I realised when writing it that this could serve as a prologue to this fic:

https://americxn.tumblr.com/post/652835852669648896/paranoia

wordcount: 2.5k

warnings: genocide/murder mention, swearing (this is based off episode 11 of season 7)

The night air was cool on your exposed face as you took the front steps to the door of Kai’s house, not bothering to knock as you pushed it open, the warmth and light from within spilling onto the smooth concrete of the front step and pooling around your feet; having been in a committed relationship with Kai from a year and a half now, this house was practically your own. Stepping past the front porch after abandoning your shoes and jacket, you entered the uncharacteristic quiet of the house, scanning the hallway for any signs of life, usually abundant within these walls in the form of Kai’s blue shirt-clad, blindly deferential followers. 

 “Okay. A little bad news to start,” your body instinctively angled towards the voice, distinctly Kai, that sounded through the empty hall from the back room. You set off down the hallway, his voice growing in volume as you approached, somewhat confused. He hadn’t notified you of a scheduled cult meeting that evening and yet his tone of voice was threaded with the assertive cadence that he utilised only when addressing his followers.  “It turns out finding a thousand pregnant women to murder is super hard. No one will ever accuse me of lacking ambition.” He continued as you reached the threshold to the large room at the back of the house that served as a secondary living room; breath catching in your throat, you halted, your hand reaching for the wood of the doorframe to steady yourself as the meaning of his words settled into you. To murder? “So, Night of a Thousand Tates is off.” A ripple of groans and dejected sighs rose from the small sea of men at Kai’s words, quickly falling silent to allow him to continue. “But, Night of One Hundred Tates is on.” His words sent a wave of prickly dread spider walking down your spine; he hadn’t told you about any of this. Killing a thousand pregnant women? You wanted to stride into the room with a bright laugh to wave away his abhorrent words and demand for the real reason that he had called a meeting. But you knew. A terrible, truth filled part of you was all too aware that he was deadly serious A chorus of thrilled cheers drifted up from the small crowd in twisted elation with the newly revealed knowledge that their hands would still be stained with blood by the end of the night. Your breath became too loud in your ears, your mouth turning utterly dry as you examined your suddenly empty mind for a solution to Kai’s monstrous plan that you could use to convince him to call it off. But you came up short, taking a small step back into the safety of the dimly lit hall, your back coming to press against the wall beside the open doorway to ensure that nobody would be able to see you eavesdropping from within. This was too far. Kai had done many questionable, twisted things over the past year but this... this was too far. You were full of self hatred for the amount of things that you had stood aside for and let Kai go ahead with, but not this. You refused to take so much of an ounce of accountability for this. Pulling your phone from the confines of your back pocket, you drew in a shuddering, grounding breath, your thumb working on the keypad. The digit shook as it pressed onto the screen, your teeth catching between your lower lip as your gaze flicked from the brightness of the device’s screen to the open doorway at your side. The sequence of 911 you had typed glared up at you, bathing the underside of your jaw in artificial light as you craned your neck, leaning forwards slightly to peer into the room. Kai stood by the far wall, his men arranged in a neat group before him, all sitting straight backed to attention on their chairs.  Just behind Kai, displayed on the low table pushed against the wall were two silicone models of a woman’s torso, ripe with the swell of a baby within; one was positioned to the side as a cross sectional diagram, the other facing straight on, the small model of a baby in the third trimester curled up within the artificial uterus. Your attention snapped back to Kai as he took a step forwards to address the group.  “Look under your chairs, I’ve handed each of you a unique list of targets, all ready to pop.” Your stomach twisted in horrified disbelief as the men all shifted in unison, pleasure curling the corners of their lips upwards as they read the names of the people they were soon to mercilessly slaughter. You watched with teary eyes as an impressively built, stocky man who you didn’t know the name of slowly lifted his hand to the ceiling, Kai’s eyes immediately flicking to him in agitation. “You raise your hand one more fucking time and I will cut it off.” The powerfully built man visibly shrunk down into his chair at Kai’s hissed statement of reproval but timidly uttered his question of “how do we know they’re all pregnant?” Kai’s eyes flashed in impatient annoyance as he tore his eyes off the man, flicking them briefly up to the ceiling before deigning to answer. “Because Gutterball pulled the rosters of four ob-gyns, two Lamaze classes and a Momtra Yoga over on Main. Great job, Gutterball.” The blond man who went by Gutterball, sat on the front row of chairs close to Kai, beamed in self-gratified delight at Kai’s gracious recognition, lifting a fist into the air in triumph. Kai smiled proudly down at him before turning to address the group as a whole once more. Your eyes flicked down to the bright screen of your phone, the numbers displayed there beckoning. Your thumb twitched, a conflicted frown creasing your forehead as Kai continued on, pulling your attention back to him. “Manson’s family - I admire them, but they did get a little sloppy.” You watched on in nauseating alarm as Kai pulled a large blade from the black sheath at his hip with a flourish, the metal glinting in the light of the room. “Their message got lost in their mess. What we are doing requires more precision. It is imperative that both mother and child are impaled. Don’t fuck this up.” He scanned the gathering before him, gaze as sharp as the knife clutched in his grip before turning to the models behind him.  “Aim for the belly button but stab in a downward motion. If you stab straight,” in one fluid motion, he had buried the curved tip of the blade in the portion of the fake uterus just above the baby’s head with a solid thunk, “you miss the baby - and our entire message is lost.” Withdrawing the knife, he turned back to address his cult, the weapon hanging loosely from his fingertips by his thigh. “Tomorrow night, when your blades tear open one hundred pregnant bellies, you will be releasing a power into the universe. Detonating a neutron bomb of truth, blood and amniotic fluid. You will be galvanising an army.” “With their sisters gutted, women everywhere will be forced to react. They can’t ignore an injustice this brutal. They’ll have to rise up, and in their collective rage, they will train it on Senator Jackson, on all incumbents, on any of the people in power who failed to keep us safe. As the most vulnerable are slaughtered, as the pregnant bodies pile up on Senator Jack-off’s watch, we will be surfing an electoral bloodbath straight to Capitol Hill. And then… the White House.”  The collection of cult members all voiced their assent in a chorus of whoops and ovated cheers, a nauseating sense of unease dragging it’s claws up the length of your spine. You turned away with hot tears blurring your vision, not wanting to hear more, your phone a heavy weight in your hand and the decision it presented even heavier.

Sat on the edge of Kai’s large bed, your knee couldn’t cease it’s anxious bouncing, your lower lip chewed raw by your teeth. The door swung open suddenly, sending your heart leaping into your throat. Kai stepped into the room, the small smile stretching across his lips broadening as he beheld you perched on the mattress’ edge. “Hey, when did you get here?” He questioned, reaching to tug you to your feet and wrap his arms tightly around you in a warm embrace. “I only got here like five minutes ago.” Your lie was muffled into the thin shirt at his shoulder, his hands splayed flat on your upper back as he held you close to him. Withdrawing yourself from his grasp, you frantically scanned his face, heart sinking at the pleasure dimly glowing in the depths of his dark eyes, pleasure fuelled not by your sudden appearance, but in anticipation of the merciless slaughter that he would be carrying out in mere hours time. “What?” He asked curiously, his head tilting slightly in concern as his smile faded, caught in the grave despondency of the stare you had him pinned under. His tape-wrapped hands settled on his shoulders; shaking him off, you stepped away, your chest bubbling with emotion that was dangerously close to spilling over. Dropping your gaze to the floor, you pressed the heels of your palms into your eyes, forcing the tears that threatened to flow to stay at bay. Groaning through clenched teeth, colourful sparks flashing through your blocked vision from the force with which you pressed your hands into your eyes, you blindly felt Kai’s warmth as he stepped forwards to comfort you. Dropping your hands, you retreated another step, Kai stilling at the look of stangled confliction latching onto your features. “What happened?” Voice breaking, you brought a hand up to press against your forehead, icy panic unfurling in your gut amongst the turmoil of roiling distress flooding through your insides. Kai looked utterly lost, his eyes boring into yours as he searched for an answer to the question that he couldn’t understand. “What the fuck happened to you, Kai?” His heart splintered at the raw anguish in your choked, lamenting tone, automatically taking a step towards you, wanting nothing more than to smother the emotions swarming your features. “I used to be so, so happy with you.” His lips parted in disbelief as you continued. “I would’ve done anything for you.” You couldn’t help the tears that spilled over, your voice pushing past the quivering of your lower lip and growing in strength, your breaths turning sharp and rasping as they were sucked in between your passionate words. “Y/n…” He didn’t know what to say as he watched you struggle to keep a grasp on coherency.  “I don’t know what happened to him. To the Kai that I fell in love with. But he’s gone now. He’s gone and I don’t know how to get him back.” Sorrow gave way to desolate fury as you plowed on, your jaw clenching as you stepped towards him to deliver a harsh shove to his hard shoulders. Kai fell utterly silent, stumbling back slightly under your touch, unnerved and unsure by the eruption of messily confessed words that spilled from you, seemingly out of nowhere. “Answer me.” You demanded gruffly, shoving at his solid frame once more. “I… y/n, I don’t know-” With a third shove, his eyes flashed in agitated warning, silently daring you to repeat the action a fourth time. You did, shoving at him with as much force as you could muster, breathing hard when he took ahold of your wrists, pulling you to him and pouring his branding stare onto you. “Stop.” Your face was flushed, plump tears cutting through your face and dripping from your chin as you plowed on. “What happened, Kai?” His nostrils flared, eyes wide in confusion as he battled to grasp onto your thoughts, to make coherence of the biting words falling from your lips. “What happened? What the hell happened. Why do you make it so hard to love you?” Your ragged breaths filled the sudden silence in the room, the roaring silence infiltrating Kai’s head drowning out all other sense as he stared down at you in cold disbelief, your eyes wild and face screwed with festering ardour, raw and demanding, your lashes damp with bitter tears. A symphony of surprised shouts echoed up the stairs from the ground floor of the house, Kai’s attention snapping to the door at his back and eyes flooding with sharp panic. He released his hold on you as the cries from below grew in volume, laced with alarm. A single gun shot rang out and it was your turn to take ahold of Kai, the tape wrapped tightly around his wrists warm under your fingers. His head whirled back to you, his eyes alight with uneasy confusion, his gaze frosting over. Bringing your face closer to his, you laid a single, lingering kiss to his lips, your own wet against him. “I’m sorry.” You said quietly, several heavy sets of footsteps sounding from behind the door as they thundered up the stairs. Kai’s eyes frantically searched yours as he pulled against your unrelenting grasp, his gaze briefly parting from yours to snap to the door as the sequence of footsteps and shouts grew louder. “But I can’t let you do this.” His throat bobbed, his eyes widening in terror as the reality of the situation settled over him. “I sentence you to rot.” Tugging at his wrists, you forced your face closer to his before muttering to him, your breath hot on his face and the recognition of your betrayal manifesting in the cold fire smoldering in his gaze: “Just like how my love for you has turned to rot.” His face contorted in rage as the bedroom door was forced open, the panel of wood swinging open and hitting the adjacent wall with a bang, several armed policemen flooding into the room. You loosened your grip on his wrists, stepping away as two of the men took ahold of Kai by the back of his shirt, twisting his arms behind his back. He shrieked in rage, straining to turn his head towards his assailants as they began to pull him from the room. Sinking down onto the edge of the bed, you locked eyes with Kai’s as he turned back to you, cool rage simmering in his dark gaze, his lip curled into an enraged snarl. He pinned you with his stare, not even bothering to fight against the men holding him as he was pulled from the room, a savage promise glittering in his unrelenting stare. A promise of vengeance. Of suffering. 

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[twink-between-worlds]

the islander chapter one; dreamer

HAHA FUCK YES HELLO IM SO HYPED

Legend is called Dreamer in this!!

Ao3 Link; here!!

Link had been waiting for what felt like forever.

He had kissed Marin goodbye before she went to wake up the windfish, and…he hasn’t seen her since.

He’s terrified.

What if something bad happened to her?

What if she was…?

Actually, Link doesn’t want to think about that.

She’s a tough girl, she wouldn’t have been knocked down easily.

There was an interval in time where Link had been taken through a strange portal, and had used his trusted bell to help in a war, but…

Not a single person had even seen her return when he was gone!

He’d sent letters whenever he could..

But she’s gone.

Link knows this, but..

He won’t stop waiting for her.

Which brings him to his problem.

He’d taken Bow Wow on their daily morning walk, and when he’d returned there were 8 men and boys waiting for him.

Link had invited them in, of course.

It’s only polite.

“Your name’s Link, right?”One of them questioned, tilting his head.

He has some weird black markings on his face..

“Yeah..”Link mumbled softly. “Why..?”

The one with a closed eye let out a soft hum. “It’s a little difficult to explain.”

“Basically!”The one with the longest hair spoke up, rather loudly. “We’re all named Link, and we’re all heroes of Hyrule! You’re one of us, kid!”

Link paused, barely processing this before the words left his mouth. “What do I call you?”

Turns out, the names are odd but simple.

The small one in the multicoloured tunic—Four, he said his name was—gently told Link each name of the 8 others, pointing to each one as he did.

His voice is the calmest.

“So. You’re in the era of legends…so we should call you Legend, but…”Four tilted his head, a comforting smile on his face. “What do you want to be called?”

Oh.

Legend doesn’t…feel right.

After all, he isn’t the Hero of Legends.

“Um…”Link paused, looking away.

What was it that Marin had called him?

That would work..

“Dreamer works…”Link mumbled, a soft smile on his face.

Marin always called him that…

She called him petal, too.

“Dreamer…?”Wild blinked. “That’s cute!”They smiled brightly, getting up.

“Alright. So, you should get your stuff together.”Twilight hummed, frowning. “Need help with anything?”

Dreamer paused, wincing.

He doesn't…actually have a lot.

He has his bell, he can buy a shield and buy a bow and arrow set..

It doesn’t feel like enough.

Now that Dreamer is thinking about it…

He’s so different from the rest of the group.

For starters, he isn’t a hero.

Marin is the hero.

She’s a good hero, too!

And…he doesn’t even look that similar.

They all seem to wear similar fabrics, armor, and they’re all layered.

They also all seem to have various shades of blond and brown hair..

Dreamer’s hair is pink.

A lovely shade of pink, mind you.

But…still.

It’s pink.

And Dreamer is only wearing a simple, red dress.

Well, simple may be a bit humble.

It’s a dark, wine red with some golden embroidery on it, and a lovely black ribbon is tied around the middle.

He also has a nice flower in his hair.

It’s blue, and at night it glows..

He’s dressed for where he lives—an island.

Of course he only has a sundress and some sandals..

“Dreamer?”Four blinked.

He jumped, looking at Four. “Um. I don’t…have a lot of stuff.”

“That’s fine. We can grab it real quick then!”

“I have to go buy a bow..maybe a shield, too..”Dreamer mumbled.

“Don’t you have one..?”Warriors mumbled, but shook it off. “Alright. You go do that. Where’s your sword?”

“I don’t…have one.”Dreamer laughed, pointing at the oversized bell that resembles a sea lily. “I fight with that.”

“Oh…okay?”Sky smiled, despite visible confusion on his face.

He nodded quietly, sighing. “Um…I’ll just grab it and you can come with me.”He smiled faintly, grabbing the bell before heading out of the house with them.

“That’s a pretty flower in your hair.”Wind smiled brightly. “My sister likes flowers in her hair too! I guess it’s an islander thing?”

“Oh…you live on an island too?”Dreamer smiled, and Wind nodded quickly.

“Yeah! It’s really nice.”

Dreamer nodded, listening to the sailor ramble as they entered the shop.

“Hey, songbird.”The shopkeeper smiled. “Whatcha here for?”

He smiled in return,

putting the required rupees on the counter. “Shield and bow and arrow set.”

“Oh?”The shopkeeper's smile fell. “You ain’t planning on leaving the island, are ya?”

Dreamer shook his head. “It’s just to protect myself around the island..”

“If you’re sure, kid.”The shopkeeper smiled again, putting the rupees under the counter. “Go on, take em.”

Dreamer carefully took the two items, waving to the shopkeeper as he left.

He feels bad about lying…

But he has to.

If they’re heroes…maybe he can find Marin!

Though…he will have to tell Madam MeowMeow.

After all, he won’t be able to walk Bow Wow.

“One more stop.”Dreamer smiled at the heroes, before heading to Madam MeowMeow’s house.

He pet Bow Wow once, gently knocked on the door, and waited for her to open the door.

“Oh! Hello, did you need something dear?”Madam MeowMeow smiled faintly.

Dreamer is choosing to ignore the strange looks the heroes are giving Bow Wow.

“Um. I’m just here to say…I won’t be able to walk Bow Wow in the mornings for a while.”

“Oh? How come?”

Dreamer paused, then sighed. “I’m leaving the island for a little while..”

“What?”She frowned. “You’re barely even armed! Here.”She shook her head, unhooking Bow Wow’s chain. “Take him, my baby loves you! He can protect you.”

“Oh! Are you sure?”

“Of course! Just look after him!”She warned, sighing.

“I’ll bring him back safely.”

“You’d better bring yourself home safe, too!”

Dreamer nodded, grabbing Bow Wow’s chain and waving to Madam MeowMeow as he walked off.

“Are you guys…okay?”

“That’s a ball and chain.”

“It has teeth!”

“Oh. Bow Wow’s really sweet though!”

“...right.”

“Um…why don’t you show us around a bit before we leave?”

Dreamer nodded, leading them around.

This is the first time in months that he hasn’t just been sitting and waiting for his hero to return.

[autumnleaves1991-blog]

“Did we fuck last night?” Smut starter w/ our baby boy Santiago ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ love your work :)

A/N: Thank you so much for the prompt and the kind words! I hope you enjoy it! Thank you for every reblog, comment, and like. 

Pairing: Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x F! Reader 

Warning: 18 + (For language, oral (F! Receiving), vaginal sex, alcohol use NSFW

My Masterlist 

Last Night at the Party 

Unknown number: Good Morning. 

You: ...Morning...who is this? 

Unknown number: Santiago Garcia, ya know Frankie's friend. 

Fuuuuucccckkkkk

Santiago Garcia: Quick question...did we fuck last night? 

You groan and fall back into the bed, your hand thrown over your eyes as the sunlight fights to sneak through the crack in the curtains. Your head pounds from the amount of alcohol you consumed the night before. Frankie and his fiancé, not wanting to be apart even one night, had a joint bachelor/bachelorette party. 

You worked in the front office at the tour office. Frankie flew for and had quickly become fast friends. He was funny, sweet, and a wonderful friend. But with Frankie came Santiago Garcia, the man who stalked your dreams. He was handsome as fuck, with salt and pepper curls and deep brown eyes. His arms always straining against the fabric of his t-shirts. The man had an ass that was simply divine. Many a night, you had dreamt of kneading it in your hands as he slammed into you. 

But he never noticed you. Not at least in the way you wanted to be seen. You tried on the days you knew he would be coming by. Wearing tighter clothes or shorter dresses and attempting your best at flirting. The only thing gained by any of this was Frankie's amusement as he slung an arm around your shoulder and told you there were better men than Pope. 

That's another thing, the nickname; Pope. You once asked Frankie about it jokingly. Frankie told you it was because Santi in the army brought people closer to God, and all the women he fucked. You had just about given up all hope, till last night. 

********

The party was in full swing when you arrived—wearing a dark blue halter dress that stopped just above your knees, converse, and a black leather jacket. Frankie and his fiancee greeted you with a hug and gave you the rundown of the land. It was casual. They had rented out a private space in the local brewery. You could order anything on the menu and open bar. Thank fuck for that as you watched Santiago flirt with some redhead at the bar. 

You walk down to the opposite end, sit down, motion for the bartender, and ask for an IPA. You try everything in your power to keep from looking over at him, but your eyes stray without your knowledge. Gazing around at the way the denim hugs him in all the right places, the top buttons on his shirt opened up to see the sun-kissed skin peeking through. It's almost magnetic the way his eyes drift up to meet yours across the sea of strangers. You see him smile and turn back to his partner before he grabs his beer and heads over to you. 

"Is this seat taken?" his deep baritone snaps you out of your head, and you look at him, nodding. "You're the girl who works in Frankie's office, right? The secretary?" 

"Yep, that's me, the secretary," you take a deep drink from your beer and try to keep the passive aggression out of your tone, turning snarky instead. "And you're that guy who comes and talks to Frankie and interrupts my office with idle chit chat." 

He looks a little taken aback, but he brushes it off, grinning, "I never knew you had this much fire in you. What's your name?" 

You roll your eyes, "I have told you my name on four separate occasions, and now you want to know it again? Why don't you guess?" 

"Okay," he smiles, taking a drink, "how about ginger?" 

"I think your thinking about your friend on the other side of the bar," you laugh and gesture for another drink. 

"Fuck," he mumbles under his breath, going through a plethora of names, none of which is your own. You've finished two beers before he actually guessed your first name correct—each name sinking the knife deeper and deeper into your chest. 

"Ding ding ding, we have a winner," you sarcastically chime, and he smiles, a real genuine broad smile. Fuck him and his perfect smile. "With how many names you had to guess, I'm actually delighted you never noticed me. I'd probably have an STD." He spits out the drink in his mouth, coughing and patting his chest with his fist. 

He laughs, looking at you wide-eyed, "I do not have any fucking diseases. I get tested regularly." 

"When was the last time?" you can tell he's thinking back. 

"Tuesday," he says triumphantly, "and I haven't fucked anyone since then so." He takes another sip of his drink, grinning at you over the glass. 

"So if I wanted to fuck you, it would have to be tonight?" You casually sip your drink, staring at him, bold from the alcohol flowing through your system. 

He sputters and coughs again, choking on his drink. "Are you trying to kill me?" he puts a hand to his forehead and looks at you. "Are you serious?" 

"I want you to fuck me Santiago," you take his hand down the rest of your drink and pull him towards the back of the brewery. Your eyes connect with Frankie, and you give him a wink pulling a shit-eating grinning Santi behind you. He walks past you and pulls you into the cold night air of the alley. 

It was dark and deserted; the country music blaring from inside echoed off the exterior's red brick wall. For an alley, it was relatively clean. The sidewalk to the public wasn't visible from around the dumpsters. Not the most romantic spot, but when Santiago latched his lips onto the soft skin below your ear. The spicy scent of his cologne overwhelming your senses. 

"Does that feel good?" he whispers huskily in your ear, nipping the lobe lightly. The moan you release has him smiling against your skin, "that's a yes," he chuckles. 

"Stop teasing me," you whine as he gropes your breast through the thin fabric of your dress. He pulls away from your neck and tilts your chin up to look at him. 

"Do you want this?" he whispers, a ghost of his lips on your lips. 

You don't answer, only lunging forward and recapturing his lips in a moan. He uses the opportunity to sweep his tongue into your mouth. You fight in a battle for dominance that he eventually wins. His hands moving beneath the shell of your leather jacket and running over the smooth skin of your exposed back. 

He takes his time moving down to your cheek, your neck, and then sucking hard into the skin of your collarbone. You are sure to have bruises tomorrow, but at this point, you don't fucking care. His hands move further down and cup your ass before moving under your dress, sliding your panties down slowly, he unlatches from your sensitive skin. Dropping to his knees and groaning, pulling down your panties over your converse before pocketing them. 

He throws your dress over his head and dives into your folds, his tongue working against your throbbing clit. You grab the side of the dumpster as you feel the scuffle from his face, scratch against your thighs, as he rocks his tongue back and forth over you. "Fuck," you moan as you feel him slip one thick finger slide into your pussy. Your head drops back, hitting the brick wall. He chuckles, and the vibrations draw another deep moan from inside as you pant. 

The sound of the backdoor of the brewery opening snaps your head to the side. Your bottom half is covered from the dumpster, and you frantically hit Santi on the head. Still, he doesn't stop, instead adding a second finger, stretching you deliciously. Frankie's signature cap pops out into the alley, and he turns to look at you. You try your best to smile and bite down hard on your tongue, almost drawing blood as he sucks your clit into his mouth. 

"Hey! We're about to do speeches, and Santi's my best man. Have you seen him?" 

"N-n-no," you stutter, and Santi reaches a hand on your ass to push you even further into his mouth. "We came out here to talk, but he left like five minutes ago? Maybe he went out f-f-front." 

Frankie looks at you, questioningly, "Are you okay? You're acting kind of strange." 

You yelp, throwing a hand down on top of the dumpster with a laugh, "I am just fantastic, you know, if I see Santiago, I will be sure to tell him he's needed." 

"Okay, thanks," he throws out a wave going back inside with a click of the door. 

"Such a good girl," Santi chuckles from beneath your dress, and you feel yourself cum all over his tongue gushing around him as he adds a third finger pulsing inside you. 

You bite down hard on your lip, and he keeps licking and fucking you with his mouth. His nickname making more and more sense as you literally feel closer to God. You dig your fingers into his curls and pull his mouth away. Dragging him up to kiss you again, you taste yourself on his tongue, and it makes you even wetter. 

He steps back and unbuttons his jeans pulling out his cock. He's thick and rigged, the tip spewing pre-cum. He grabs his wallet and pulls out a condom making you giggle. "Hey, every good soldier comes prepared," he laughs, pulling it on. 

He pushes you back further into the brick, bringing your legs up around his waist and bunching your dress up. He lines himself up, and you look into his eyes, stifling a scream as he slams into you. You've never felt so full in your entire life, clenching around him as he starts to slowly rock into you. 

You converse crossed against his back as he kisses you again slowly and passionately. Not the quick fuck you thought he would give you. For the location and the time, it was strangely intimate. "Are you okay?" you pants against your neck. 

"Yes," you gasp as he hits inside you just right, "just, please don't stop." He pulls away from your neck and kisses you again, licking into your mouth. 

"Don't worry, baby, I'm gonna treat you right." He picks up the place and reaches down between you to your sensitive clit rubbing it in time with his thrusts. 

"Oh fuck, right there, Pope," you moan, and he picks up the pace. The brick digging into your back as he furiously fucks into you. Your orgasm slams into you without warning, and you tug on his curls, throwing your head back as you stile a scream. 

"Yes, cum for me," he praises you through a second orgasm. Three more thrusts and he's cumming, biting down on your exposed shoulder as he groans. You both come down from your high, and he pulls away, smiling at you. You laugh at his mused hair, lipstick smeared across his face, he looks freshly fucked, and you feel a sense of pride knowing you did that to him. 

The awkward, you've just fucked a mutual acquaintance in an alley moment comes faster than you anticipate. He pulls out and ties off the condom throwing it in the dumpster and pulling up his jeans, relatching them. You straighten your appearance the best you can. Running your fingers through your mused hair. You search the alley floor for your panties hoping to throw them away or better burn them when you hear a whistle. 

Santi is standing before the back door holding your panties on the crook of his finger and smiling. "I have to go back and give my speech, but after… I would really love to buy you a drink. Maybe we can go back to my place for another couple of rounds?" 

You bite your lip, nodding, and he smiles, pocketing your panties and going inside. The door latches, and you sigh, closing your eyes and trying not to freak out. The door slams open; you jump as Santi runs back out and closes the distance kissing you again. The kind of kiss you feel down to the tips of your toes. He places his forehead against yours. "I really want to see you again, don't run away, okay?" he whispers before kissing you again and running back inside. 

**********************

You look at the text message again. The perfect night of passion with Santiago, and he doesn't even remember if you...The phone chimes again. 

Santiago Garcia: I'm a moron. I don't know why I said that. I know that we did. It was one of the most incredible moments of my life. 

You: Then what the fuck, Santiago?

Santiago Garcia: I want to take you to breakfast, on a date. It's the least you could do after bailing on me last night. 

You: Well, I'm not sure I want to. 

Santiago Garcia: Well, that makes this awkward. 

You: What? 

Knock Knock 

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[raindancer2004]

Unloved and Unwanted - Demetri Edition

Word Count: 3,494 Demetri x OC Part Four Warnings: Fluff, NSFW

Note: This version of Unloved and Unwanted was written first but I  decided to write and publish Felix’s version as I had just finished a  Demetri series at the time. @vamp-army​ found out about Demetri’s version and has requested I let it out of the Dungeon.  🤣   🤣    

“How was your trip?” Felix asked Demetri as he entered the throne room ready for the ‘tour’ “It went for well. We spent time together having fun and getting to know one another. We’ve agreed to text each other daily to stay in touch” He replied “I’m glad things went well for you. You know Heidi is waiting for an update” “Well she’ll have to wait till after the ‘tour’” He said smiling.

Two months later and Demetri was back in Santorini with Lucy. “Hello Sparkles” She smirked at him “Hello little one” He smirked back. “How are you?” She asked as she stepped back to allow him to enter the apartment “I’m fine thank you Lucy, you?” “I’m ok too. I’m really enjoying my course” “Good, I’m glad” He responded with a smile and followed her into the lounge. “I do need to practice though” She said as looked at him through her lashes “Just let me know when you want to practice” He replied with another smile.

He had agreed to her giving him a massage as she needed the practice although he was a little nervous as he didn’t know what to expect. Lucy put a beach towel on the lounge floor; placing a bottle of aromatherapy oil next to the towel whilst Demetri removed his shirt and trousers to be left in just his black boxers. Lucy was wearing a pair of blue shorts and a white strappy top.

Lucy closed the blinds on the balcony door and waited for Demetri “Where do you want me?” He asked walking from the bathroom “Lie face down on the towel please” She replied pointing to the towel on the floor “Thank you again for letting me practice on you” “You’re welcome. I’m looking forward to this as it’s something I’ve never experienced before” He told her.

Lucy sat over Demetri placing one leg either side of his waist and poured some of the Vanilla essential oil into her hands; she then rubbed her hands over his back and shoulders ensuring to cover the area to be massaged. “Let me know if the pressure is ok” “Will do” She began moving her hands up his back, across his shoulders and down his arms, then worked her back up his arms, across his shoulders and down his back. She repeated this action a few times, before applying a little pressure whilst trailing her thumbs up his spine and down again. “How’s the pressure?” She asked “It’s ok, but you can apply more pressure if you want” “Ok, I keep forgetting you’re more durable as a vampire” She chuckled. “It’s ok darling, remember you’re just starting out, you’ll get better and more confident the more you practice” He encouraged “Thank you, you’re so sweet” They were both smiling though neither could see the other’s face.

Another four months have passed and Demetri had made regular visits during this time, mainly long weekends but he did manage to spend a whole week with her, which he fully enjoyed.

Here he was with her again and they had spent the day together shopping; he had bought her an emerald green sleeveless dress and a pair of black sandals. “I’m taking you out for dinner tonight, hence the new dress and shoes” He smiled at her “Thank you Dem for the new outfit and for taking me out. Are you going to be ok though, considering…” She said looking around her “You’re welcome and yes I’ll be fine. Thank you for thinking of me”

They enjoyed a lovely evening together at a Greek restaurant that overlooked the sea, before taking a walk along the beach hand in hand. “Thank you for tonight. I had fun” She said smiling at him “Thank you and I had fun too” He replied.

Once back at her apartment they put a film on to watch but she fell asleep in his arms less than 30 minutes later so he gently picked her up and laid her in bed and climbed in beside her and held her “I love you” He whispered knowing she couldn’t hear him. It was then that he decided she needed to know they were mates; that she needed to come back with him as it was killing him to be apart from her.

The following day was too sunny for Demetri to go out so they cuddled up on the sofa watching a selection comedy and romantic films finishing with a horror film in the evening when Demetri suddenly said “I think we need to talk darling” “Er ok sure” She pauses the film and turns to face him “What did you want to talk about” She asked feeling a little nervous “I know you may not want to talk about it but the first time I met you; you said some things that I need clarifying” She nodded signalling him to continue “I need to know what you meant when you said you’d be locked away forever” He asked gently “Edward told me that the Volturi do not usually allow newborns in the castle; however, they would make an exception for me and that I’d spend my newborn years in the dungeon and provided my mate remembers I’m down there; he’ll come and get me and take me to a room in one of the towers where I’d spend eternity once I’m no longer a newborn.”

Demetri felt his undead heart break upon hearing this, but he needed to know more “Do you know why your mate was to reject you?” He knew he wasn’t going to like the answer but he had to know “Rosalie said he has a reputation for being a Casanova and is not likely to give that up for a mate; especially not for a human mate” He could feel himself getting angry; not with her but with the Cullens ‘how dare they tell her that about me’ “Rosalie also said the Volturi do not like humans much so for one of their elite guards to have a human mate, it wouldn’t go down well; hence the rejection because he wouldn’t want me” She said quietly looking down at her lap.

Demetri wrapped his arms around her holding her close “The Cullens’ don’t know what they’re talking about” He said gently “You’re perfect just as you are and you would have been wanted” He placed a kiss on top of her hair and rested his head gently on hers. He heard her gasp “Y-you’re him?” “Yes. Yes I am” He kissed her hair again “Why did you not tell me sooner?” She asked quietly “How could I Lucy? You would never have given me a chance” He replied softly “I promise that you will never be locked away in the dungeon or the tower. Your place is by my side forever mi amore” He answered her; she lifted her head to look at him and she saw the unshed tears in his eyes “Y-you don’t mean that” She felt tears building behind her eyes “I do mean it. You are my mate and I have waited over 1000 years to meet you and I will spend another 1000 years telling you what you mean to me if that is what it takes for you to believe me” She nods as he lifted her gently onto his lap so she was facing him; placing a kiss to her forehead before placing a hand on the back of her head and resting it against his chest holding her close as tears slid down her cheeks. “You’re mine always” He whispered into her ear and he felt her nod slightly against his chest.

The following morning Demetri made Lucy her favourite breakfast consisting of chocolate chip pancakes topped with bananas. “Thank you, you didn’t have to this” “I know, but I wanted to. You are my mate Lucy and I want to look to after you” He replied “You really mean that don’t you” She smiled at him “Of course I mean it. Which is why I want to ask you something” Lucy took a bite of pancakes “Mmm” He chuckles at her “I wanted to know if you would consider moving back to Volterra with me, as my mate? I promise to look after you, to keep you safe.” Lucy said nothing, just looked at him “Lucy? You know me. I wouldn’t hurt you” “I-It’s not t-that” Tears slipping down her cheeks, he rushes to her side and takes her in his arms “I just never thought I’d get to be with you” She sobbed against his chest “Oh mi amore. I wanted you from the first second I saw you” He said softly “B-but you let me go…” She continued to sob “I did but only because of what you had told me. I thought you’d never want me, never love me or believe that I wanted you, that I could love you” He said honestly “If you love someone you let them go and if it’s meant to be they find their back to you. Is that it?” Lucy asked curiously “Exactly Lucy. We have stayed in touch; I’ve felt the mate bond get stronger over these past months and it hurts more each time I leave you” “I know Dem it hurts me too. I’m just scared; scared you might change your mind about me, about us” He took her face in his hands “I would never change my mind about you. You are mine and I’m taking you home with me as that is where you belong. As I said last night I’ve waited over 1000 years for you” She nodded at him smiling “When can we go home?” His eyes lit up and he gave her a big smile “As soon as you are packed. Come on I’ll help you” He took her hand in his and started towards the bedroom “Wait. My course, it finishes in a month. I’d like to finish it first” “Ok. One month then you come home to me” He replied and she nods wrapping her arms around him. 

One month later and Lucy arrives at the castle “Sparkles!” She says excitedly and runs into Demetri’s arms; him catching her, legs wrapping around his waist and he holds her close “I’ve missed you little one” He responds. “Sparkles?” Felix says from behind Demetri “Private joke” Demetri replies and Lucy laughs “Sorry Dem” She whispers in his ear “It’s ok darling” He kissed her cheek and tightened his hold on her.

Lucy had lived in the castle for the last few months and had become friends with the twins, Felix, Heidi and Corin. Lucy enjoyed the girl’s nights in with Jane, Heidi and Corin as they would exchange beauty tips and give each other make-overs and Lucy would give them an Aromatherapy massages on occasion.

Marcus comes to visit her too. “It’s good that you and Demetri were able to get together after everything that had happened” “Yes Marcus, it is. Demetri stayed in my life and won my heart by being himself. I truly love him” She said smiling “Make sure you tell him that my dear” Marcus said. Lucy nodded “I will, although I’m a little worried what will happen once I’m immortal” “His feelings for you will never change child. Your feelings however, will intensify. You will feel the mate bond as strongly as he does now” Marcus replied with a kind smile and she nodded in understanding.

Demetri returned from guard duty feeling stressed as there had been three trials which lead to four vampires being destroyed. “Get changed Dem and I’ll give you a massage to help you relax” “Sounds perfect darling” He kissed her cheek and made his way to the closet to change.

Lucy put a blanket on the floor by the fireplace; placing a few aromatherapy oils next to it. Lucy was still wearing the blue bikini she had on when she sunbathed on the balcony earlier and added a white cover up that came to her mid-thigh. Lucy closed the blinds on the balcony door and waited for Demetri to change out of his guard duty robes. “Which oil do you want me to use Orange Blossom, Lavender or Sandalwood?” She asked “Let’s try Orange Blossom please” He responded as he lay face down on the blanket. Lucy placed one leg either side of Demetri’s waist as she gently sat down on top of him and poured some oil into her hands; she then rubbed her hands over his back and shoulders ensuring to cover the area to be massaged. She began moving her hands up his back, across his shoulders and down his arms, then worked her back up his arms, across his shoulders and down his back. She repeated this action a few times, before applying pressure whilst trailing her thumbs up his spine and down again. She then began to massage his shoulders and neck being a little firmer to work out the knots “Mmm. This feels really nice mi amore” “Really?” She asked “Yes Really” He chuckled “Never realised how tense I was before now.” ‘I love the feel of her warm hands on my body’ He thought smiling. “I’m guessing your missions and guard duties stress you more than you realise” She said quietly.

Forty-five minutes after she started his back and shoulder massage she raised herself up onto her knees “Roll over for me please” He did as she asked and watched as she sat back down straddling him, he couldn’t help smiling or the thoughts going through his mind of what he like to do to her whilst in this position. She poured a little more oil into her hands and started to massage his muscular arms; rotating his wrists and rubbing each finger before working her way back up his arms.

He closed his eyes enjoying her touch; his thoughts getting naughtier the longer they stayed in this position. Lucy noticed him hardening beneath her and blushed slightly taking her bottom lip between her teeth. She trailed her hands down his chest gently scratching him with her nails when she heard a low growl leave him; his eyes opening and she noticed they were darker than before. “Do that again” She nodded and moved her hands upwards over his torso to his chest and then trailed her hands down gently scratching again on the way down. Another low growl escaped him and Lucy couldn’t help feeling a little turned on at the sound; something that didn’t go unnoticed by Demetri.

He sat up; hands going to her waist and moving upwards removing the white cover up as he goes and tossing it aside “Beautiful” He whispered to her as his hands trailed back down her sides; her eyes closing at his touch as she felt him place a kiss on her collarbone, a sigh escaping her lips. “Can I kiss you?” He asked quietly “Yes” Her reply equally as quiet. He pressed his lips to hers in a meaningful kiss before pulling away and resting his forehead to hers. Lucy felt a charge go through her entire body “Kiss me again” He didn’t hesitate; he kissed her again and again before licking her bottom lip asking for entrance, which she gave him, their tongues moving against each other.

Lucy could feel him getting harder beneath her and this only increased her arousal; she grinded against him as she run one hand through his hair. His hands went to her hips and grinded her against him; he let out a low growl as she gasped at the contact, her other hand moving to the back of his shoulder holding him close. His hands undid the clasp of her bikini top then undid the bow at the base of her neck and tossed it aside; his hands moved down her back and settled on her waist, he lifted her slightly and pulled at the ties of her bikini bottoms removing them. He then lifted himself up slightly so he could remove his boxers. He slowly lowered her onto his hard length stopping when halfway inside her so she could adjust to him; a few moments later she nodded and he continued to lower her onto him, thrusting up to meet her. “You’re so tight cara mia” He whispered as he stilled again. “Move…please” She whispered in his ear; kissing just below it. His hands moved to her hips and he resumed lifting her off him and back down slowly; thrusting up to meet her and filling her deeply with every gentle thrust. He took his time making love to her, showing her how much he loved her; leaving a trail of kisses up her neck to her ear, where he’d nibble it gently before kissing his way back down to her shoulders. Lucy couldn’t help the low moan that escaped her lips and Demetri smiled into the next kiss.

Lucy felt the knot forming in her abdomen and grinded against him as he thrusted up into her again. His hands moving to her back as she leant back slightly, his head dipping to take one of her nipples into his mouth, giving it a flick of his tongue before doing the same to her other nipple. Lucy placed her hands on his shoulders and began lifting and lowering herself over his erect cock at a quickened pace “I’m so close” “I know cara, come for me” He quickened his pace and he continued to thrust up into her. Lucy felt the knot break; her orgasm washing over her completely, her walls clenching around him tipping him over the edge as he came inside her. He continued to move within her riding out their climaxes together, before stilling and remaining inside her.

As her breathing returned to normal he began to move within her again filling her completely with each thrust, her grip on his shoulders tightening, telling him she was ok with his actions. His thrusts were quicker this time, moving over a new spot inside her with every thrust. It wasn’t long before Lucy felt the knot forming again; her hands moving to the back of his head, playing with his hair. She kissed his neck up to his ear and nipped at it. Demetri growled low and thrusted quicker, deeper inside her “Oh Dem” She cried out. His hands moving to her breasts massaging them, thumbs flicking the nipples gently as he left kisses along her collarbone, neck and shoulders, letting his teeth graze over her pulse point. Lucy steadied herself by resting her hands back on his shoulders as she began to roll her hips and grind against him; “Oh yes” She cried out they came together; their pleasure washing over them like a tidal wave; she continued to move up and down his length riding out their orgasms together again. 

“Th-that was a-amazing Dem” She said trying to catch her breath “You were amazing Lucy” He laid her down on the blanket and kissed her passionately; one hand cupping her face, her hands going to his shoulders pulling him closer as her legs wrapped around him. He rested his forehead to hers before pulling away and kissing her again; pulling almost all the way out before slowly sliding back inside her “Harder Demi please” She leant up and kissed him; biting his lip, he opened his mouth and their tongues danced together. He pulled almost all the way out again before slamming back into her “Yes!” She cried out scratching his back; he growled and continued to pull out and slam back into her “Demi” “Lucy” their names and groans filling the room and as they got closer to their third release. He run his hand up her leg holding it against his hip and continued to give her what she needed, what he needed. The knot broke for a third time and she came screaming his name “DEMI!” His release followed filling her up completely and cried out her name “LUCY”

He held her in his arms kissing her, pulling away for her breath “Is it always that great?” She asked “Yes. It’s even better when you’re immortal because we don’t get out of breath or tired” She nodded at his reply. “Are you tired?” He asked “A little but it was worth it, to be with you” She smiled at him and he smiled back at her. “I love you” He whispered “I love you too.” ‘For the first time in about eighteen months I feel loved and wanted’ She thought to herself and fell asleep in his arms.

He gently lifted her up off the floor, laid her in bed and climbed in beside her holding her close. “I’ll always want you and only you and I promise to love you for forever” He whispered in her ear as held her whilst she slept.

[smallish-viking]

Hiccup the Third, King of the Wilderwest - a HTTYD book fanfic

A year after the war, Hiccup struggles with the pressures of kingship.

3000 ish words

Hiccup struggled to focus on the pages in front of him, eyes growing weary of letters, maps. Forcing himself to conjure solutions to problems as old and complicate as the Archipelago itself.

‘Hiccup?’

Camicazi peered around the door of the hut, flooding the room with the golden pink of dusk, her hair illuminated like a halo.

‘You spend so long in here we are beginning to forget what you look like.’

Hiccup looked at her, everything in him was aching to step out those doors and into the light of the evening, but his work tugged at the edges of his mind.

‘The Meathead land claims will be there in the morning. Come on, Hiccup’.

She was right, Hiccup thought. What use was a King who couldn’t think straight? He reached his aching, ink stained hands to his head and carefully lifted the crown and placed it on the table. Despite its weight, the crown fit him better than ever.

Camicazi grinned as he followed her out into the summer evening.

The golden light hit Hiccup like a physical blow. He stretched out his arms like a bird before flight, feeling the sea air flow between his fingers and blow back his hair. He breathed it in, almost desperately, and closed his eyes, relishing this feeling of weightlessness.

On the clifftop sat a small collection of huts, nicknamed ‘King’s Corner’, built flat and squat to survive coastal storms. Some were lined with books for reading or study. Others were used as meeting chambers where the Council of the Wilderwest gathered for discussion and meetings were held with representatives of the tribes. Hiccup had his back to them as he looked out to the sea. The last of the fishing boats were returning now, and their long shadows were etched into the dazzling blue and golden water. It was low tide and a few small figures could be seen setting out nets on the wet sand among the waders and gulls. Some dragons flew overhead with the cormorants, heading home to roost. There were other dragons, too, who scampered through tall grasses which were ablaze with the day’s final effort of sunlight.

Hiccup and Camicazi began to walk along the clifftop together. Wordlessly, Camicazi handed Hiccup his helmet. It was bashed and scratched thing, scarred by a lifetime of adventure. Unlike the Crown it was weightless as it sat upon his red hair. She reached up and adjusted it on Hiccup’s head, moving aside a lock of hair so the Dragon Mark was visible.

‘That’s better.’

‘Thank you, Camicazi,’ said Hiccup, his voice hoarse from hours of silence.

She flashed him a smile. ‘No problem’. Her eyes met his. There was a fierce warmth in her gaze, like a bonfire in winter, but, too soon, it was gone. She ran ahead of him and swiftly performed a few cartwheels on the grass.

‘So’, Hiccup ran up to her, ‘what have I missed?’.

‘Well,’ Camicazi breathed as she sprung upright again. ‘Tuffnut Junior won a friendly axe fight with Dogsbreath the Duhbrain.’

‘Uh huh’.

‘Gobber beat Baggybum in an arm wrestle. So Baggybum stole his trousers and they called it quits’.

‘Right.’

‘And my mother and your father had a bet on who could rustle the most sheep.’

‘And who won?’

‘My mother of course, she’s the undefeated champion! Better luck next time, Hiccup my boy!’

They had reached the tavern. The familiar sounds reached Hiccup from within, the ambient noise of scraping chairs and chinking glass, of dragon shrieks, laughter and fights about to break out. Camicazi went in first, peering around the corner as she did. She held the heavy oak door open for Hiccup and he stepped in. The shutters were open, so the dying light of the day cast golden beams over the Vikings eating and drinking at the tables and illuminated those who talked and swayed at the sides. Hiccup lingered at the back with Camicazi as he watched them.

Even though the tavern was bustling, Stoick looked up when the door opened, face lifting at the sight of his son. With a single motion of his head, he beckoned Hiccup and Camicazi to join them. Stoick the Vast sat among many of the old warriors of the tribes; Valhallarama of the White Arms and Chunky Thighs, Gobber the Belch, Big Boobied Bertha and several others. Hiccup slid down next to Stoick as Camicazi went to join her mother. The impressive stature of his father loomed beside him. Hiccup nestled into his shadow, a wave of comfort coming over him as he slipped into the role of his father’s son, a boy again.

‘How’s it going, Hiccup?’ said Stoick as he clapped Hiccup on the back.

Hiccup let out a heavy sigh. ‘Tiring’.

‘You’re doing a fine job son. A fine job.’

A large tankard of mead slid down the table and came to a stop by Hiccup’s hands, its contents spilling over onto the oak wood table. Gobber flashed a wink in his direction as Hiccup glanced upwards, and he raised the tankard in thanks. The drink was sickly and burned as Hiccup swallowed it but he welcomed the way that it warmed his insides.

Raising a little on the bench, Hiccup peered over the head of his father to scan the faces of those gathered in the tavern. He was looking for someone; a mop of curly chestnut hair, a pair of glasses beside a placid vegetarian dragon. He found him. Fishlegs was sitting in a secluded corner of the tavern, head bowed in conversation with Barbara the Barbarian. Old Wrinkly’s new allergy remedy must be working as Barbara's cat was prowling along his shoulders and, if anything, it looked like Fishlegs was enjoying it as he ran his long musicians fingers through its black fur.

Hiccup smiled to himself and slid back down into his seat. He was there for a while, basking in the conversation of the old warriors. They spoke of old battles won, and lands lost to fire and time. Some were old stories that Hiccup remembered being told when he was a child. They seemed strange to be spoken here, they belonged to a different age, Hiccup thought, the boy he was when he first heard them seemed so far from him now. He felt like an outsider among his company. Marked somehow. Their faces were all brandished with the Dragonmark, scarred and aged by war. They laughed together but there was a shadow of grief in their eyes; everyone had lost something to the dragon flames.

‘Excuse me, King –.’

Hiccup was pulled from his thoughts as a voice from behind him cut through the others. The bench squeaked as he wearily pushed back from the table and stood to face Baggybum.

‘I’ve been talking to Thuggery, fine lad, who says that the Meathead islands to the East that were destroyed last year need to be rebuilt so that they can move back there. I was thinking that we could take some supplies, wood and iron and such, over there on a few ships and help them out. The tricky thing is the lands lie just south of the Winter Wind of Woden -’

A sudden weight dropped in Hiccup’s stomach. A tangled memory arose that was too sharp to touch. He took in a long breath and stared intensely at his uncle, trying to prize himself away from the fogged window to the past. Baggybum had a scar that stretched over his left brow. Hiccup knew it. The Battle of Flashburn’s School of Sword Fighting, the first of many dreadful days.

‘– you see, and Mogadon wanted the village to be positioned on the West side of the island. That way the harbour will -’

The scar was little more than memory, a shallow wound compared to the tear in Baggybum’s heart, the absence where his son had been torn away, first by betrayal, healed, then broken again by flaming arrows and deep water. The hero that never was.

‘- four Hooligan ships should be enough, I think, but we might be able to borrow some Peaceable supplies along the way - ’

The eyes of Baggybum were the same as his son’s. The stormy blues that Hiccup grew up dreading the sight of, and the inevitable onslaught that soon followed. There it was again. The sudden assault of guilt, a raw wound reopened.

‘What do you think, Hiccup?’

He forced his mind to resurface, to the present, to the words of his beloved uncle. What was he saying? Hiccup felt sick.

‘I, um…’

Words clogged in his mouth.

Useless.

His thoughts weighed like rock.

Hiccup the Useless.

Stop it, please.

You aren’t the King that we wanted, but maybe you are the king that we need.

Snotlout appeared in Hiccup’s mind. Not ghostly, through the fog of memory and heartache, but clear, as if he was standing in front of him. Bruised and tear stained, the Black Star glistening on his chest.

‘Don’t you dare lose it. That Star is very important to me.’

There was a hand on his shoulder. Comforting, gentle. Hiccup obeyed its pressure without really thinking about it. Only as he walked blindly through the crowd did he realise that it was his Grandfather who was leading back outside.

The sharp sea wind collided with Hiccup’s body. The tavern doors swung shut. He walked back along the clifftop, followed Old Wrinkly until they came under the shelter of one of the few trees that were scattered among the heath.

‘It’s ok, Hiccup. Breathe. Just breathe.’

Hiccup hadn’t noticed his rugged shallow breaths. His shoulders tense and jaw set. Away from Old Wrinkly, he withdrew, throat and eyes stinging.

‘I – ’

He tried to speak, but the words got caught in his throat. Old Wrinkly reached out, his withered hands held Hiccup’s face, and when Hiccup met his gaze, he saw the pride that glimmered in his tired, bright eyes.

‘Oh Hiccup, my dear boy.’

They drew their arms around each other. It was not a gentle thing, that embrace, Hiccup held onto his grandfather as if he were the only stone structure in a violent storm.

‘This is the hard way,’ said Old Wrinkly after a while, ‘to become a King.’

They broke apart and his hands clasped Hiccup’s arms.

‘You’ve already done what the sagas will sing of. You’ve defeated a great enemy and saved the Barbaric Archipelago.’ Hiccup noticed that in the fading light, Old Wrinkly seemed to blend into the silvery wisps of cloud that blew towards the ocean. ‘Now comes the hard bit. Kings are remembered for the glory of battle, the might of the sword but great leaders, Hiccup, the leaders that are truly revered, are known for the love and devotion that their people show them and the better world that they work together to create.’

‘But that’s exactly it!’ replied Hiccup, ‘everyone is looking at me to be this perfect leader.’ He threw his arms into the air. ‘Not long ago I was Hiccup The Useless, the bottom in every class. Let’s face it I was a rubbish Viking, and now I expected to be this great King. Wherever I turn there are people there expecting me to do the perfect thing. To live up to their hopes.’ His arms came to rest on his head then he dragged them down over his face. ‘We all lost so much in that war, so much, and I’m expected to put it all back the way it was.’

‘The truth is, Hiccup,’ Old Wrinkly took out his pipe and begun to fill it. ‘The world will never be as it was. It grows and evolves like a living thing.’ He lit the pipe and drew in a long breath. ‘It’s your job to be like a father to it, to guide the world, to care for it, and set it off in the right direction.’ And then he smiled. ‘Just like training a dragon. You’ve ventured to the perilous Wild Dragon Cliff and you now have a wriggling and smoking basket under your bed, and the adventure has just begun.’

‘And maybe you can train a dragon better by talking to it then yelling at it,’ followed Hiccup, ‘yes, I remember.’ He laughed wearily. ‘Well, that’s certainly easier said than done. Sometimes yelling does seem to be the only language this lot understand.’

Old Wrinkly let out a smoke filled chuckle. ‘Yes, it has always been the way.’

They stayed there in silence for a while. Old Wrinkly smoked his pipe and Hiccup watched the dragons that scuttled and squabbled along the shoreline.

‘Hiccup!’ There was a shout from behind. Fishlegs and Camicazi were coming towards him, Camicazi struggling to keep up with Fishlegs’ long strides without breaking into a run.

‘That’s where you are!’

Old Wrinkly gave Hiccup a knowing look and patted him on the shoulder before turning and heading back towards the village. He raised his pipe in greeting to the others.

‘I’ll be seeing you tomorrow, Fishlegs.’

‘Yeah, see you then.’

‘What’s happening tomorrow?’ asked Camicazi.

‘Old Wrinkly has been teaching me how to be a healer.’ He shrugged his shoulders. ‘I reckon it’s a pretty useful skill to have. It’s been days since I’ve seen you Hiccup

Before Hiccup could reply, Camicazi cut in, ‘that’s because you spend all your time with Barbara the Barbarian.’

Fishlegs blushed a deep crimson.

‘I really think she likes me you know.’

‘I think she does, too,’ said Hiccup. ‘But more importantly I know her father likes you as well, he seemed genuinely impressed with that letter you wrote to her.’

‘Really? How do you know?’

‘I was in a meeting with him last week and he mentioned it. He was saying how he wanted to get rid of the “old fashioned notion” of parents dictating their daughters marriages. He was certainly hairy, but not as scary as I previously thought.’

‘Wow’ Fishlegs swung his arm around Hiccup, then the other around Camicazi as he faced the sea wind. ‘Love. You just can’t beat it.’

Camicazi wriggled out from underneath him. ‘Fishlegs, have you been at Tuffnut Senior’s home brew?’

‘No,’ said Fishlegs indignantly, ‘well, maybe a little, but the point still stands.’

Hiccup laughed and put his arm around Fishlegs. ‘Are you alright, though, Hiccup?’ Fishlegs said as he searched his friend’s face.

‘Yeah, its just this King business.’ He sighed. ‘It really weighs me down sometimes.’ Hiccup was feeling a lot better after his chat with Old Wrinkly. Mad as he is, he is certainly good at giving advice.

‘Hmm... I know what you need.’ Said Camicazi. And then she cupped her hands to her mouth and called out, sharp and piercing. ‘SHADOW!!’

A few moments later, as if Thor himself had chiselled out a part of the sky, the enormous Deadly Shadow dragon burst through the air, turning visible just as they touched onto land. Hiccup and Fishlegs stumbled backwards, but Camicazi, defiant as ever, stood firmly as she stared with glee at the beautiful dragon.

‘Hello there, Shadow,’ said Fishlegs as Innocence went to nuzzle his shoulder. He put his cheek to the side of Innocence’s head and stroked down his neck, now the green of the heathland.

Hiccup’s awe of the Deadly Shadow had never faded, and as he walked around them a swelling of immense gratitude rose within him for this beautiful creature, and for the dragons who flew in flocks overhead, for Stormfly, Wodensfang, The Windwalker and little Toothless. Camicazi reached out her hand for him, he took it and hauled himself onto Shadow’s back.

‘Where to?’ asked Patience.

Hiccup smiled. ‘Upwards.’

Shadow extended their enormous wings, which turned a dusky grey in anticipation for the awaiting sky. Hiccup braced himself and with a jolt, Shadow was off. Up, up, up they soared, wind rushed through his hair and he spread out his arms, tilted up his head, and gazed at the clouds which neared ever closer. Camicazi whooped and punched the air and soon, she too was reaching upwards to catch the clouds above their heads. Fishlegs had his arms around the neck of Patience and was peering round him, looking towards the ground that was disappearing rapidly beneath them.

For how long they remained there, Hiccup could not tell. He forgot all else. His world narrowed to this friends who sat in front of him, the gentle beats of Shadow’s wings, the sea below and the sky above. The air was sweet as he breathed it in. Very sweet. Hang on, is that drinking chocolate? Hiccup spun to look behind him and there, gliding along in the slipstream behind the Deadly Shadow, was the Windwalker!

‘Hello Windwalker!’ Hiccup called, beaming.

The Windwalker loop the looped in excitement and glided to position himself as close as he could to the enormous, sky coloured dragon. With the ease from a childhood on dragon back, Hiccup slid from the Deadly Shadow and onto the back of the Windwalker. And off he flew. Hiccup looked behind him to the others, a shadow of grey was rising in the east as night was beginning to reclaim the earth. Camicazi had positioned herself on Shadow so she was lying on their back, gazing at the sky above and Fishlegs was talking to Arrogance, but Hiccup couldn’t make out the words. He waved to them and they smiled and waved back at him, before the Windwalker climbed further upwards.

There is a moment, when a dragon ascends and soars upwards. When the land falls away and the world stretches wide, nothing but sky and cloud and freedom. It was Hiccup’s favourite time, when anything could happen and nothing yet had. He sat on the back of the Windwalker, and the wild night opened its arms. Tomorrow can wait.

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White Sands Warm the Cold Sea (pt 10)

Summary: the reader, betrothed to a disgusting Coruscanti Lord flees her home world and lands herself in a plethora of trouble, a ship of clones, and one pirate captain whose cold exterior needs much more than the tropical seaside sun.

Chapter one

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Warnings: Swearing, takes place in time periods where women have dowery's and suchlike. The readers' dad and betrothed are asses.

Chapter Ten: The Echo

Greeting your companions the next morning was just as awkward as bidding them goodnight after the debacle last night. You’re stiff, bruised, and the dirtiest you’ve ever been in your whole life. Lightly retying the corset to support yourself, you collect Gonk from where she’s curled in the Hammock and brace yourself before heading out onto the deck of the ship. It’s already very bright out, and the crew is as rambunctious as ever. With the Captain throwing orders around here and there, Tech and Wrecker working the sails, and Crosshair shouting back down to Hunter. It’s marvellous how they work together when they're not disagreeing about something.

You feel Gonk leap off your shoulder with a curious noise before bounding away, her speckled wings bouncing behind her. She looks clumsy for a lizard, but then again, how many lizards did you know that have feathers?

“Good Morning!” Wrecker shouts to you when he notices your figure. You give him a smile and a small wave. Tech returns your smile and watches you as you glance around. Appreciating the sea and the vessel you’ve found yourself on.

The water of the Corillian run is a rich blue with just enough green to look magical. And the waves the churn underneath you look more powerful than any carriage or speeder you’ve seen before. Just as you’re wondering how deep it is, there's a commotion behind you. Hunter is glaring deadly at Gonk, who’s held by her neck feathers in front of his face. And from the way her wings are flapping and her front claws grab at him, it's no mystery where she was, or where she’s trying to go.

“I’m sorry!” You say, gathering your skirts and rushing over. The Captain glares at you as he shoves her into your arms, her grey feathers bunching up as he does so. His tunic is rolled up again, and in the morning light you can see the symbols on his forearm more clearly. Traitor.

When the wooden ruler collided with your desk you yelped in fear and surprise. Was it the first time this had happened? Absolutely not, and if these lessons continued this way, it certainly wouldn't be the last.

“Pay. Attention.” The Pantoran woman growled at you, she was very smart. You could just tell, and the fact she was instructed to dumb down your education infruiated the both of you. “As I was saying…” She eyed you - a dare to look out the window and start daydreaming again.

“Teach me about the war.” You blurted out the statue of the emperor they were erecting, catching your eye again.

“This is a language class.” She said with a sigh, before placing the ruler down. “I’m guessing you want to know about the Clones.”

“How did you kn-”

“It’s all anyone ever talks about.” She interrupted you, which was shocking in itself, but not unwelcome. Perching herself on the birch coloured desk, you found her staring out the window as well.“It’s well known that there was scarcely a better soldier than a Kaminoan Clone. And so when the war came to its end, and the Jedi went rouge, well they hardly stood a chance. Those who sided with them were caught and killed or branded traitors. Why they let any of them survive is beyond me, but those clones were so fiercely loyal. Some of them just couldn't shake that. No matter how hard the Kaminoans or the Emperor tried, there were millions of them, and some…” She paused for a moment, glancing back at the door as if someone was watching you through it.

“Well even if an inhibitor chip is 99.99% effective, out of one million, there will still be one hundred defects.”

You try to stop staring, you really do. But by then Hunter has caught your eye, and is glaring even harder than he was before. Cautiously you take a step back, finding yourself in the company of clones is one thing, those willing to defy Nython, another. But enemies of the Galactic Empire was a different kind of dangerous.

“Courtesy of your betrothed.” The Captain grits out, and whatever softness was there from the night before is gone. Scared, you clutch Gonk to your chest like a child would a blanket. “What did you do?” You ask, looking him up and down. Even with the scars on his knuckles of cuts and burns, He didn't look like the horror stories you’d been told as a kid, in fact, he didn't look dangerous at all. But the symbols were there, scared into his skin some time ago. Something flashes in his brown sugar eyes, like the ping of a blaster bounces off of his iries in the heat of battle. Like he relives combat right in front of you.

“What we did was rescue a prisoner of war.” He spits, walking towards you and backing you into the banister that overlooks the pain part of the deck. “That hammock you’re sleeping in belongs to someone.”

“I’m sorry.” You say trembling. Looking to the side to see Wrecker place a firm hand on his sergeant's shoulder and pull him firmly away from you.

“Echo’s was in the hands of the Techno Union for some time.” Wrecker explains defusing the situation. “He’s waiting for us on Alderaan, after some much needed rest.” Hunter, who’s now swatting Tech - and whatever device he’s trying to scan him with - away, seems to be ignoring you.

“I-I didn’- I didn’t mean…” You tell Wrecker shakily.

“I know, and it’s okay.” He says with a smile, but Hunter's words resonate with you. Haunting you of acts you have had nothing to do with.

In his cabin Hunter throws his hat as hard as he can against the wall. He hates you, he hates the Empire and most of all he hates Nython. And what’s even more infuriating is how innocent you are, how your morales are driving you away from your betrothed, and how you saved the shit disturbing reptile that seems to like himself and yourself too much. And no matter how much Hunter wants to despise the empire, if it’s still filled with people like you, it means there’s still something to fight for. But if he’s being honest with himself, he doesn’t know how much fight he's got left.

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“What did he mean, courtesy of my betrothed?” You have to walk quickly behind Crosshair in an effort to keep up, his long legs easily outpace you and even though you’re both still injured he moves quickly. You follow him into the storage area that you’re all too familiar with, nearly bumping into him when he stops to look for a specific crate.

“Why don’t you bother Tech with your questions?” Crosshair says pushing boxes around.

“Because you’ll tell me the truth, no sugar coating.” You tell him, nudging him aside with your boot as you lean over to grab what he couldn’t reach. Perhaps being smaller wasn’t a disadvantage after all. Proudly you hand him the strange looking fruit.

“I need the whole crate.” Crosshair tells you unimpressed, before giving you the singular Meiloorun fruit and leaning over the stack of crates again. “And to answer your question, he was talking about the scars on his hand.” You lean against the tower so you can try to read his face as he yanks the crate forward.

“The burns or the wounds?” You ask, mulling over the fruit in your hands.

“Same thing.” Crosshair explains. “From a mission on Kashyyyk, Nython had the whole forest alight, and Hunter got trapped behind a blast door.” He watches as you cover your mouth with one hand as you remember the boasts, the gloat, the pride Nython had when he recounted the battle.

“You should’ve seen it,” There’s awe in Crosshair's voice now. “The Regs wanted to label him MIA, but that's not Hunter, not the Sergeant of ‘Force 99. When the squad hoisted him into that medical bay, he was barely alive.”

“No wonder he hates me.” You breathe, looking at the clone in front of you who shrugs.

“Don’t take it personally, he hates mostly everyone. We all do, it’s…” Crosshair stops and composes himself, like being honest or genuine with you is a weakness. “Nython decimated everything in his path. There’s what? A handful of Wookies left, half of those are thanks to him and all he can think about is how many he didn’t save.” You gently place your fruit on the box Crosshair is standing before you with. “It’s all a bit narcissistic if you ask me.” You smile at Crosshairs sass.

“You’d know.” You counter, trying to ease the tension in the room. “Thank you, for being honest.” You tell him, catching a smirk as he starts up the stairs.

“It’s one of my many endearing qualities.” He says, before shouting to his brothers about something that you don't even bother trying to understand.

With a look back at the hiding spot that you had chosen when you boarded the ship, you start up the stars and get back into the daylight. The captain is still gone, but Tech, Crosshair and Wrecker are each peeling a Meilroon fruit. You smile at them, they look so picturesque right now. The sea in the background and the three of them scraping the tough skin off of the fruits with knives. You’re reminded of children's picture books of pirates mulling over gold.

“Hey! What’s so funny?” Wrecker calls when he sees your big smile. Walking over, You plant yourself on the floor leaning against the banister.

“I half expected you all to break out into a sea shanty.” You tease reaching up to pick up a fruit.

“Ha ha.” Crosshair said dryly, giving you the handle of the knife to take from him to peel your own fruit. “Try not to chuck it at Tech again will ya?” you nod and very carefully start running the blade along the fruit.

“So no sea shanties then?” You ask, popping a piece into your mouth.

“We don’t sing.” Tech states.

“Yeah we do!” Wrecker argues, jamming his knife into the lid of the crate, “we know that one from-”

“Ferrik if you start singing that again.” Crosshair grumbles.

“THERE ONCE WAS A SHIP THAT PUT TO SEA” You all cringe when Wrecker starts shouting rather than singing, both of his brothers shout back simultaneously for him to stop, while you giggle from your spot on the floor. You could almost get used to their company, that and the fresh salty sea air, you are already beginning to enjoy the life of sailing. On the second floor, emerging from the captain's quarters, Hunter generally steps. Even someone without enhanced senses would have heard Wreckers incessant shouting and he has every intent on giving the three of them a lecture when he hears something else entirely.

“There was once a soldier who carried a mighty sword, and he had saved the village, oh lei, oh lai, oh lord.” Your voice accompanies soft taps to the wooden boards to create some kind of beat. The sound stops as soon as it starts.

“Don’t stop on our account.” He hears Tech's voice, and a stealthy Hunter moves to try and get a better view, he wants to know what you’re up to, and if you’re still trying to manipulate his crew.

“I’ve been told I have an atrocious singing voice.”

“It’s better than Wreckers.” Both Crosshair and Tech comment simultaneously. And Hunter hears you let out a half laugh. Some kind of reserved dainty thing that has him rolling his eyes.

“There was once a sailor, he had travelled the globe, his love he was chasing. oh lei, oh lai, oh lord.” You continue tapping again, “And there will come a captain who’s heart is completely pure, he will find those who are lost, oh lei,...” He hears you stop. As something catches your attention. And Hunter takes the opportunity to make an appearance.

You hear the captain’s footsteps before you turn your gaze away from the birds flying alongside the ship. “Who let the Aaray get a’ hold of a knife again?” He says looking down at you, the fruit and the blade. Hesitantly, and with only half of the Meilroon fruit peeled you give the knife back to Crosshair the same way he had originally given it to you. Pointing the handle towards him whilst gently holding the blade.

“I wasn’t going to…” You start.

“Going to what? Try and kill one of my crew again?” Hunter raises an eyebrow as if he’s daring you to disagree. You take a deep breath in, and hoist yourself onto shaky feet. Wrecker gives you a hand when your legs shake still in pain. Letting out your breath you lock eyes with the captain.

“I understand your hatred for that man,” You begin softly.

“No.” He snaps, “you don’t” You plead with his unforgiving eyes, and the way his half tattooed face scrunches in annoyance.

“You can’t be reasoned with.” You say hopelessly, knowing that whatever you say, it won't be enough.

“I should not have to reason with the likes of you.” Hunter bites. And at this point even Wrecker has given up trying to reason with him. Behind you, Tech’s Holopad beeps.

“I am not my Fiance!” You exclaim. “And yet you attribute all of his crimes to me, even the crime of trying to rid myself of Ny-”

Before you can react, Hunter moves fast as lightning, a hand on your throat, his own vibroblade dangerously close to you, bending you against the banister that stops you falling into the abyss alone. The three others brace themselves and when they move to help you, stop at the growl of anger from their sergeant.

“You do not. Say that name. On. My. Ship.” He tells the trembling woman beneath him.

“What happened to you Sergeant?” You breathe out, searching for the man that his brothers seem to think he is. Everything they tell you about him, every ‘he’s not like this.’ All of his actions point to the fact that he is like this. Something changes in his face, like he remembers where and who he is. And like Hunter is on fire, he steps away from you. The second there's room, Wrecker forces you behind him protectively.

“Sarge.” Tech says, his voice echoing like blaster fire in the mountains. “I think you should come with me.”

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