#and i will thrive and barely speak to them and they will be confused and act victimized

[depresseddepot]

yes my sourdough turned out badly and yes my mother laughed at me for failing and YES i am crying like an idiot but i will be so brave about it and i will not let her meanness dissuade me from trying again

[bunnis-monsters]

The mating bond of a prince

Yandere!Demon Prince x Fem!Reader

Bunni’s Monstertober Event

Oct 17th

Oct 16

Oct 18

summary:

warning: dubcon, kind of angsty, breeding, mating, marking, possessive and obsessive behavior

a/n: I wanna do more with this concept, but here’s a snippet for monstertober because I’m behind ><

Demons were said to be cruel creatures incapable of love or empathy, soulless beings that fed on fear and misery… and for the most part, that was true.

But what humans didn’t know about demons was one simple fact. There is only one person that they will ever love and care for…

Their mate.

Every demon was born into the world with one thought in their mind.

To find their mate.

Soon, other thoughts would pop up from time to time. They had to eat to continue the search for their mate, tear down humans cities to help their species thrive so their mate would have a comfortable place to live once they found them.

If they didn’t fight to end human civilization, where would their mates live and raise young? Taking their beloved back to hell with them was out of the question!

This was how the demon king managed to help demon numbers increase and keep his army growing. If each demon was born with the urge to procreate and create a good nesting ground for their mate, they could be easily controlled.

He just hadn’t expected his son, the prince of hell to be bound to a human.

The prince had recently conquered a small village. As he went about killing the men, his entire body began to throb.

In the distance, he smelled something that had his head spinning. One of the small cottages was on fire, that heavenly scent coming from inside.

He felt his body being pulled towards it, so he completely ignored the humans attempting to kill him and walked towards the cottage.

Breaking down the door was easy, but being enveloped in your overwhelming scent made it hard to think.

The second he saw you, injured and barely confused as a fellow demon stood over your fragile, human body, he felt something he had never felt before.

Protective.

Within seconds he was shirking your body, his claw drenched in the demons blood from ripping his throat out. Why was he doing this? You were just some human woman, but his soul was bound to you.

He couldn’t let you die.

When you woke up, you were somewhere strange… some sort of contraption beeped next to you, the beeps increasing in frequency as you sat up and looked around… only to spot a demon by your bed.

All you felt was pure terror.

You stared at the creature whose specifies was responsible for the deaths of so many of your friends and family, who killed innocents in cold blood. Tears streamed down your face as you tried to speak.

“Please… let me go…”

But when the prince looked into your eyes for the first time, his body felt like it had been set on fire.

He loved you, and you were his mate.

Not once in his life had he ever looked upon another creature with such fondness and care. The prince made his way to your bed, kneeling by your side and taking your hand.

“My love… oh, my darling do not fear… here you are safe, you’ll be treasured for all eternity…”

He kissed the back of your hand, your gut burning with anger and shame. This thing had taken you as some sort of… bride?

“W-what about my family?”

The words finally came out after a few days in the hospital. In this time, you learned that demon society was far ahead of the human one, with machines that could monitor your heart rate and medicines that kept you from being in pain.

It was… comfortable.

He looked up at you, his eyes dark and cold. “What about them? They are humans, they will be culled like the rest.”

You clutched your blanket in your fists, your eyes welling up with tears. Something about you crying made his chest ache, and the prince reached out to caress your cheek.

“Why do you cry? Are you not comfortable?”

The demon could not comprehend your feelings towards your loved ones. He simply saw them as pests that needed to be eradicated, and could only feel love for you, his mate.

“They’re my family, I love them!”

Your sudden exclamation had him raising an eyebrow, his tail twitching. Were they really that important?

The prince knew that every human from your village was already dead, there was no way your family had survived. But to placate his mate, he wrapped his tail around you, using his soft black wings to encircle you and bring you close.

“I’ll have my men escort them somewhere safe. You may not see them, but they will live.”

This lie made you relax, and you settled into his arms. You felt like you could finally rest, and slept like a baby for the first time since you had been taken away.

The prince wanted to take things slow, but news that his mate had turned out to be a human woman spread through the kingdom until it reached his father.

He was called in to meet with the King, who was displeased, but mildly amused.

“I hear you’ve taken on a human mate, my son. You know how the royal court will react.”

The prince nodded, standing tall and confident in front of his father. “I am prepared to defend my mate to my dying breath, as would any demon.”

“That’s all well and good, but a human mate is an eyesore. You should hurry up and get her pregnant, there will be less danger once an heir is produced.”

Everyone knew that demon blood was powerful, being the dominant trait in every pairing. Once she was pregnant with the heir to the throne, not a single creature would dare to touch her.

It had only been a week since you had been home from the hospital, staying with the demon prince when suddenly approached you.

“My love…”

His lips peppered across your neck, hands holding onto your waist before sliding to your hips. “I wanted to wait… to give you time to adjust…”

You froze when his tail moved between your legs, rubbing against your clothed cunt. “But this is the only way to keep you safe… please, don’t be afraid… I’ll be gentle.”

The pieces slowly came together as his tail played with your cunt, rubbing against your panties before slipping under them and toying with your clit.

His hand was on your belly, eyes darting between your face and thighs. The way he moved his hand around your stomach…

He was going to breed you.

You squirmed for a bit, letting out an uncomfortable whine, but settled down when his clawed hand danced across your chest, groping one of your breasts as his face buried itself into your neck.

“Don’t make this harder than it has to be, love… this life is comfortable, isn’t it? I can give you a life of peace and safety, where you don’t have to fear war or pain. You’ll be taken care of.”

The very thought of some human male touching his lover made a growl rumble in his chest. You’d be staying with him, that wasn’t an option… but he wanted it to be something you chose yourself.

It felt sinful feeling wet from the demon playing with your fat pussy. His fingers pumped in and out of your as the tip of his tail continued to stimulate your clit, your juices flowing down your thighs.

He said your family was safe… was it so bad to let this demon take you as his mate? You were tired of long nights full of screams from people running from demons, of days without a proper meal as you rationed your supplies so you wouldn’t have to leave your home.

Couldn’t you live a comfortable life? You’ve suffered enough…

So you let him pin you down, watching as his fat cock rubbed against your leg. You had never seen a man naked before, so you were unsure if the size was normal… but you knew it had to be bigger than average.

His wings fluttered as his cock rested against your thigh. It nudges you, his tail lifting from your cunt to your tits, playing with them.

“I love you… more than you could ever imagine. You never have to want for anything again. I’ll give you everything…”

The pain of him taking your virginity made you cry out, your nails digging into his forearm. It didn’t hurt him at all, and he simply cooed, his wings soft as he dried his best to comfort you.

“Shh… shh… oh, my love I know it hurts. It won’t be for long…”

His lips pressed against your forehead, sweat already beading down. It wasn’t easy trying to take something so large inside of you for the first time…

The second you eased into it a bit, he pulled back out and slammed into you. He hadn’t meant to be rough, but he had struggled to control his urge to breed you from the second he realized you were his mate.

“I love you…” he murmured, gripping your hips as he fucked you, his teeth lightly gracing your neck. He wanted to cover you in bites and hickeys, claiming you completely.

He wasn’t done with you until your belly bulged with his cum. You smelled so much like him that he was a sappy mess.

You were exhausted, sore, and in need of a bath… but your demon mate curled around you protectively, kissing all over your body.

Within a month you were confirmed to be pregnant, and were moved into the palace as a princess.

You’d live a life of comfort… but were practically betraying your species by baring the future demon prince.

The current demon prince would soon be king, and you his queen.

An honor and the biggest shame.

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[aceandurmom]

Mihawk Teaser!

Buggy was now an Emperor of the Sea. 

Fuck. 

Now how the hell were you supposed to do your job in peace!?

It was already hard enough to keep every one of his records, maps, diary entries, accounts, and logs in order. Now he was going to be up your ass about more shit that you didn’t get paid enough to do. Groaning, you threw your hands up in defeat. The news had been released only a few hours ago, but already the cheering and jarring from above you was sign enough everyone knew of the development. There was no way you could keep up with even more of his bizarre requests. 

Though you may complain and grumble about the man frequently, Captain Buggy was a wonder. He was kind, saving the freaks from whatever failed them in their past life, giving them a new place to thrive after doing so. He had saved you from an ass of a boss, constantly on you about whatever you had failed to do in his eyes. 

Buggy had gone through your work, all the organization and records you kept tidy. He had been impressed, thrilled even while watching you work. 

After freeing you from your dick of a boss, he had opened his arms wide. And who were you to refuse such a grand gesture?

–

It had been weeks since the reveal, and it was just now starting to return to normal on the Big Top. 

You had gone up to the Captain’s office, needing to ask a question. Knocking softly, you announced your presence. 

“Captain Buggy? I have a quick question, sir.”

Leaning in to try to hear a response, you heard none. Figuring he wasn’t in at the moment, you had stepped away. 

Only to hear soft curses echo from the other side. Fearing that something had gone wrong as you had never heard your captain in such low spirits, you had rushed to the door. Fumbling around in your pockets, you tried to scavenge for the master key the Captain had provided for you. He had trusted you as one of the more responsible on the ship, so if you ever needed to ask or do something, he had given you access to every room available on the ship. Finding the small thing, you deftly unlocked the door and bursted in the room. 

In front of your wide eyes, there was a beast of a man looming over top of your boss. 

Buggy was in tears, bleeding from all the scrapes and cuts littering his skin. His left eye was busted, already darkening in a rather large bruise. His detached head was held firmly in the larger man’s hand. 

Face turning to see his identity, you stiffened before snarling. 

Sir Crocodile, former Warlord that had only just recently escaped from Impel Down. Turning his head, he saw your face. 

“And what are you doing with a face like that, little one.”

He was angry, eyebrows furrowed and annoyed at the interruption. 

You were not faring much better, rage building up in your chest. 

“And what the fuck do you think your doing to my Captain, sir?”

Teeth bared, you moved so that your back not once faced him. You went to your captain’s side, cradling his body there. 

“Surely you know better than to simply attack a newly named Emperor of the Sea, I thought you smarter than that.”

“Your mouth will get you in trouble.”

Buggy laughed, elbowing you hard in the side. Grunting, you just ignored the warning.

“And so will your arrogance, Sir.”

“Clown, get your little whore in line before I put their mouth to use myself.”

Buggy’s eyes flashed. It was fine if others attacked and mocked him, but not the crew he cared for so much. The ones he thought of as family and cared for as such. 

“Watch what you say, Croccy, that’s my Archivist your speaking to. They are not some measly whore.”

Eyebrow raised in thought, the large man dropped Buggy’s head. Confused, the clown swiftly reattached it before watching in horror as he directed his sights on you. 

His hook pointed at your chest, pushing you lightly. 

“So you're the one in charge of the clown’s accounts?”

Nodding, you confirmed the fact. Eyes narrowed, the reptile leaned in further. 

“Then you're the reason the clown is in trouble now.”

“I beg your pardon? I have every loan, purchase, payment logged in that room up there-”

Pointing up, you continued.

“There is nothing that I have missed. It is literally impossible for me to miss any tidbit of information or unpaid debt. My eyes are enhanced by my Devil Fruit, the Read-Read Frit, and you will do well to remember that.”

Hatred colored your voice, not at all phased by the mounting rage in his eyes. Nor were you aware of a sweating Buggy lingering behind you.

“I, uh…”

Both heads whipped to the stuttering clown, Crocodile annoyed and you just as much. Here you were trying to save his ass and he was stuttering in front of a rival. You tried to shut him up, but despite the fearful facade, he was determined to do right by you. 

“I hide the records of my loan from Croccy.”

Mouth dropping, you tried to see if the man was lying. Silent, you rose to your feet and turned your whole body to the man.

“You mean to tell me.”

Pausing, you tried to calm yourself by taking a deep breath. Pointing to yourself, you reiterated the importance of you being here. 

“You hid one of the records concerning a large amount of money you owed a former warlord and just…..DIDN’T TELL ME!?”

Growling, you launched yourself at your beloved captain. Hands covering his neck, you tried to choke the ever loving shit of him. 

Crocodile pinched the bridge of his nose, not at all pleased with what he was hearing. 

“Not only that, dear Archivist, but this crew of yours has someone named him the Chairman of the Cross Guild. The Guild including Buggy, Mihawk, and I that is going to be used to palace bounties on Marines.”

Freezing, you glanced back at the imposing figure lingering behind you. Coking a brow you leaned in further to the blue haired one under you.

“First you were named an Emperor, now you're the Chairman of an organization that will inevitably bring the entirety of the Navy down upon us?”

Deflating, you released the Captain. Leaning back on your hands, you stared at the ceiling, trying to comprehend the situation you found yourself in. Hand laying over your eyes, you spoke to the man you adored like a brother. 

“When were you going to inform me of this, Captain? I would have loved to help you or assist if you allowed me to do so.”

Shifting, the clown had the decency to look flustered. 

“I didn’t think it would get this unruly, Star, apologies.”

“Apology accepted.”

Standing, you brushed off your knees and faced the other man in the room who had waited so patiently. 

“Apologies. I’m the Archivist of the Buggy Pirates and I will extend my services to both you and Mihawk as I know you two have none. Leave a list of tasks for me to accomplish once we land on Karai Bari and I will have them done in ample time.”

Crocodile looked at you strangely for a moment before huffing. Reaching into his breast pocket, he plucked a cigar and tucked it into his mouth. Breathing in, he retrieved his lighter and lit it. Puffing slightly, he withdrew the stick from his mouth before offering you a puff. Seeing no reason to deny, you accepted. Huffing a few times, you gave him back his cigar. Holding in the smoke for a minute, you tried to steady your thinking before releasing the breath. 

Reaching a hand out, you offered to shake his hand. An offer he accepted. 

“It’ll be a pleasure to work with you, Archivist.”

Nodding, you reciprocated.

“And you, Sir.”

Smug, the reptile smirked at Buggy before dissipating into sand and leaving the office. 

Still, you tried to make sense of what had just happened. Buggy approached from behind, hand gently holding your shoulder before he laid his head on your other. 

“I truly hoped not to get you involved, Star. I know how easily you get stressed, I’m sure this was the last thing you wanted to happen.”

He was so quiet, voice bordering on silence as he whispered his sincere apology to you. You deflated, any ounce of anger or irritation leaving. YOu only nodded, leaning your head on top of his, seeking his comfort even if only for a second. 

“I trust you, Captain. I will follow you until the end of the GrandLine.”

He smiled, soft. 

“I know.”

–

There was once a time where you would have been appalled at the situation you now found yourself in. 

Posture perfect, outfit coordinating with your captain, you stood proud beside him as the rest of the crew scrambled to anchor down the Big Top. The two of you were elbow to elbow, seeking out the other’s presence to ground each other. As the ship was finally bound to the Island, the two of you watched as the Strongest Swordsman appeared with Crocodile on the shore. Nodding to the other two men, Buggy took your arm and assisted you down and onto solid land.

Turning, you bowed to the two and introduced yourself, Crocodile was going to have to sit through it again even if he didn’t want to, you wanted to make a good impression on the raven haired man in front of you. 

“Greetings, I am the Big Top’s Archivist. I am offering the two of you my services seeing as neither of you have archivists of your own. My work is done perfectly as I have the Read Read Fruit. Nothing escapes me and it takes me nearly no time at all to read through documents. If you wish for my assistance, simply ask or hand a list off to my Captain. He will ensure it reaches me.”

Crocodile nodded, already hearing the spiel once before. Granted, you had been pissed at the time. Now, you were calm and collected, already knowing what you were to say in front of them. 

The reptile chuckled quietly. 

“Odd to have you so cool, the last time I heard that you were trying to rip my head off with your eyes.”

Coughing, you blushed.

“Yes, that was a poor choice on my part. I sincerely apologie for that entire situation. Had I known the truth I assure you I would not have reacted as such.”

He waved you off, answering swiftly. 

“Nonsense. It was refreshing to see someone stand up for their captain, regardless of who was in the wrong. Your loyalty was proven to me, and I intend on keeping you to that standard.”

Nodding,you tried to ignore the praise freely given by the man. You thanked him before returning to the Swordsman. Raising an eyebrow, you wondered what he would say to you, if he would even need an archivist at his disposal. 

The stoic man locked eyes on your own. Stifling a shiver, you tried to ignore being undressed by the man’s intense gaze. You wanted to bare everything to him, no secret left unsaid or rock unturned. 

“I accept your proposal. I have a few logs I need organized.”

It was simple, straight to the point. 

God, was he attractive. 

Clearing his throat, Buggy stepped in front of you, trying to hide you away from the opposing men. 

Gesturing proudly, the clown announced his presence and revelled in the attention he received. Glancing back at you, he was glad to find that you relaxed even a little bit, now no longer the intense eyes of either man. 

Walking along the path, Buggy attached himself to your side, leading the three of you down to the main tent he had established years ago. 

“Welcome to Karai Bari, boys! This is the home island of yours truly! I will have your tents erected in a few days max, if you would like anything specifically feel free to request away, my workers are the best this side of the GrandLine!”

You had been to the island a few times in the past. Buggy was fond of the place, taking the freaks he had saved here when they did not desire to become pirates. They established themselves here, safe from prying eyes and other pirate crews. No one really bothered with the place, not aware that they were under the protection of a, now, Emperor of the Sea. 

Buggy provided for them in any way he could, assisting them with their livelihood whenever asked. It was another one of the reasons you respected him so much. 

The former Warlords simply observed the sight around them, taking note of everything occurring. They had walked through the markets, everyone in a stall and street stopping to wave or greet the clown enthusiastically. The blue haired man smiled back, not once refusing a hug or handshake from any of the villagers. 

“It seems you are well liked here, Clown.”

Hawkeye observed casually. 

“Captain himself takes care of those who live here under his protection. He knows everyone here and what they do on the island, their role in society. Their names, parents, and children, or even pets are known to him. He is a kind man.”

You responded, not once shying away from their prying eyes. You wanted to prove that Buggy was a good man, a reliable one. If all it took was hyping him up with genuine compliments, then you would do so gladly. 

“How long have you sailed with him, Archiver?”

The reptile asked this time, though it looked as if the Swordsman was curious as well. 

“Hmm.”

Humming, you thought on your answer. 

“I have sailed with Captain since I was 16, he saved me from a former Boss of mine.”

“How old are you now then?”

You raised a finger to your lips, winking at the duo.

“I’ll keep that a secret for now. It is not wise to divulge too much information on myself, now is it?”

Crocodile looked to want to pry, but a look from Buggy had him keeping quiet. Normally, it would not deter him, but…

To be fair, you were his Archivist first. You had only offered your services to the two of them in response to your captain’s poor decisions. 

Crocodile was curious of you, of how a man such as the Clown could acquire such a level headed person on his crew. Let alone one that wanted to work on his crew and stand proudly by his side. 

Dracule Mihawk was puzzled by you. Someone so put together was willingly standing beside Buggy the Clown without a hint of regret or unease radiating off of you. Not to mention you were a sight for sore eyes, not that he would admit that out loud, of course.

[melithril]

[Adar] - Stay

♫ - Strangers - Ethel Cain

A/N: This is my first fic for Tolkien in so long, so hopefully it's okay. Adar is ever so slightly OOC, just a little :) Requests are open if you have any, otherwise, enjoy!

There wasn't much light in Adar's life. He had his children, and for so long that was enough. To see them thrive and to see them healthy was his primary concern. Adar was burdened with that purpose, but it was not a burden he felt the weight of. He loved each and every orc, from the youngest child to the eldest being. They were his family, and he wouldn't dream of letting them down.

Adar had no time for companions, even if he wanted one. Companions of any kind, friend or otherwise. He was busy, more occupied with other business  than to indulge in such things. That was, until, you arrived.

Stumbling upon the orc grounds, you were quickly found and brought to the leader. You didn't know much about the orc's at that point, but you had heard the stories of how they were vicious, violent creatures that only lived for bloodshed. However, as you were walked through their grounds, you glanced around at the surrounding huts and houses. Outside, there were children running around, families walking with their babies, elderly orcs too. You furrowed your brow, more in amazement than confusion, as everything you had been told seemed so far from the present.

Arriving at what you had assumed was the throne room, you were ready to meet their leader. You expected the worst, as most leaders were the worst of the lot. You weren't scared; it wasn't like you had anything to lose. No family, no friends, nothing. It was just you, and it had been for years. What you weren't expecting, was the man you were thrown in front of.

Your gaze fell on him, sitting lazily in his chair. His legs apart, head resting on his hand. He barely moved a muscle, but his eyes scanned you up and down, a small air of amusement on his face. Speaking of which, you couldn't quite take your eyes off him. Elven? you thought, seeing the glimpse of pointy ears sticking out from the dark tresses of hair on his head. The mysterious man didn't strike you as one of your own, but you never know. His face adorned with scars still held a captivating beauty, and you wanted to know more.

"Well well," he drawled, sitting up and leaning forward, arms on his knees. "What do we have here?"

That voice, gruff yet sensitive, perked your ears up. You looked him in the eye but said nothing.

He chuckled, just a little. "That wasn't rhetorical, little elf."

You raised your eyebrow. "I didn't assume otherwise, sir."

"Adar." Father? So he was an Elf, at least once.

You repeated his name aloud, and Adar couldn't deny the feeling he got when you did. It had been so long since he had heard his name said by any being other than the orcs, and to have it said with such a soft voice warmed him.

"My name is Y/N," you spoke quietly, and Adar did with your name what you had done with his. The way he spoke was mesmerizing, so powerful yet gentle. 

"And what brings you, Y/N, here to me?"

You looked around, generally quite unsure as to how you did end up in the camp. Sighing, you shrugged.

"I am the child of a father who forgot my name," you began, and that alone had peaked his interest. "I was meant to marry the prince of another powerful family, to which I refused. My father forced me to go through with it, and on the eve of my wedding I ran away. I was as good as dead to them anyway."

Adar sat still as you spoke, taking in every word you said. Your story touched him, he couldn't lie. You were like him, in a way. Outcast, a wanderer. Feeling pity and a sense of care for you, you found his hand in front of you, and a pensive look on the lord's face.

"Come with me, we can talk elsewhere."

Your mind argued against it, but your heart said otherwise and so your feet followed him inside. His living quarters, or so you assumed, were not as grand as you would expect of the leader of the orcs. It was humble. Adar noticed you looking around, and offered you a seat.

"I can see you wondering, Y/N, I live the same as my children, save for a few things here and there."

"So, that's why you're called Adar, they are your children?"

"Indeed," his voice laced with pride. "The orcs are my kin, I care for them and see them well. They were once a race with little direction, little purpose.  Now, they have a community. They have a home, and a place they can raise families. I am glad to have helped in that."

You stared at him in awe. Your attraction and curiosity of Adar growing by the minute. He turned the conversation back to you, sitting next to you on his chair. He offered you water, which you graciously accepted, not realising until now how thirsty you had been. Taking the glass, you narrowed your eyes at him. Adar chuckled, amused.

"Don't think for a second I would have humoured you this long, just to poison you now, little elf. I assure you, the water is fine." 

Deep down, somewhere in you trusted him. It was hard for you to trust fully these days, after the betrayal of your father and countless unsavoury people lining the streets of Middle Earth, even something as simple as a drink can seem daunting. But, the air he had about him, and the carefulness in which he had treated you thus far, was enough.

So, you drank.

Adar watched you with curious eyes. Not to intimidate, more for himself. You didn't seem too scared in his presence, where most others were. His children didn't intimidate you, and you sat as though you had been here forever.

"Tell me more then, Y/N." Adar leaned back in his seat and drank. "Why not stay in your kingdom, with your father? Most elves would simply agree out of loyalty."

What do I have to lose?  you thought, and answered curtly.

"I am not like most elves," you saw Adar smirk at your admission; clearly, he liked that. "There were far more things in life I wished to do than marry a man I did not love. When I ran away, I quickly came to realise the world is ruthless, unforgiving. You have to watch your back everywhere, you never know who is friend or foe."

"And yet, here you are in a camp full of orcs?"

You smirked. "I have yet to be harmed, no?"

Adar's eyes widened, surprised at just how much confidence you had in your current situation.He stood, walking to where you sat. The Uruk towered above you, and one hand came to rest under your chin, tilting your head up to look into your eyes. Your mouth was open, ever so slightly, and your eyes twinkled in what little light was present in his quarters. Even Adar could not deny the truth of the matter; right there, you looked beautiful.

"You are correct, Y/N. Very perceptive, vanima."  Had he just called you beautiful in your native tongue? 

Adar hadn't let go of your chin, eyes still piercing into yours. Though, he had knelt down on one knee in front of you now. He saw clearly what his words had done, as a red tint rose across your cheeks, despite your attempt to maintain your calm, unbothered deameanour. 

"You have yet to tell me your story, Adar." This had been the clearest you had seen his face thus far, and up close he was even more striking. His eyes held so much emotion, ages of pain and torment; his facial expressions tried so hard to hide. Adar grazed his thumb across your cheek, taking his eyes away from yours and looking aside, as though pondering something in his mind. Taking your hand, he looked back at you.

"Perhaps you could stay, and I can tell you anything you want to know." His statement was bold, for both of you. For Adar, he was inviting a stranger into his home, around his family, and the companionship he knew would come of it was something so foreign to him. For you, you had not had a permanent home since you left, and that was a scary thought to you. Still, you couldn't ignore how your heart leaped when he asked. 

Your hand squeezed Adar's and for the first time in a long while, you smiled properly. Your free hand cupped his cheek, running your fingers along his scars. Adar flinched slightly; it didn't hurt, but nobody had ever touched his face before. Not this gentle, not without malice. 

The Uruk stayed patient, awaiting your answer almost nervously. Taking one strand of hair that had fallen in front of his face, you tilted your head and stood, bringing him up with you.

"Then," you spoke, not dropping his hand. "What are we waiting for?"

Thank you for reading! <3

[nephalem-da]

would like to see that alternative part 2 chapter :D

The Hunt

Alternative Ending of Part 2

(Human!Bill Cipher x GN!Reader)

Fluff fluff fluff (っ˘ω˘ς )

Genre: Slow-burn Romance, Fantasy, Adventure

Warnings: Mild violence, themes of captivity, obsessive behavior, high-stakes situations, and tension.

Summary: As you long for freedom, Bill helps you escape, but when his Henchmaniacs catch up, he faces a tough choice: betray them or risk everything for you.

Bill Cipher was known for his games. The schemes, the tricks, the control—it was all part of his charm, part of what made him so untouchable. But when it came to you, everything he thought he knew started slipping out of his grasp. What started as a simple pursuit, an interest in the mysterious creature he had captured, turned into something he couldn’t explain.

At first, he tried to play it off, masking his interest behind his usual bravado and teasing. Whenever he visited you in that damned cage, he couldn’t resist goading you, poking fun at your silence. "C’mon, Y/N, what’s a selkie gotta do to speak around here?" He'd laugh, hands on his hips, waiting for any reaction. But when you finally did speak—softly, hesitantly—Bill froze. Your voice stirred something in him, something he didn’t know how to handle. It wasn’t the tone of your voice or the words you used, but the feeling behind it.

That was when things started changing.

Now, every time he came to see you, it wasn’t just about the game anymore. He found himself lingering near your cage a little too long, his eyes tracing your form through the bars, waiting for you to speak again. Every word you offered felt like a prize, something rare and precious. And though he tried to brush it off with his usual charm, he couldn’t ignore the way his chest tightened every time you looked at him. He told himself it was just a passing infatuation, nothing more. He was Bill Cipher, after all. There was no room in his life for this kind of thing.

But it was more than that. Much more.

There was something about you that made him feel different—vulnerable, even. And that was dangerous. He’d never been vulnerable before. It was a terrifying and exhilarating feeling all at once. For someone like Bill, who thrived on control, losing it, even just a little, was a deeply unsettling experience. He started thinking about you outside of those brief encounters. Late at night, when the Henchmaniacs were rowdy around the fire, he’d find himself staring into the flames, wondering what you were thinking, what you dreamed about, and what it would feel like to touch you, to hold you.

But he couldn’t let anyone know. It wasn’t just because of his pride—there was something more at stake. In a world where humans and monsters weren’t supposed to coexist, where being with you would be seen as the ultimate betrayal, Bill knew he had to keep his feelings locked away. So, he put on a mask. Around the Henchmaniacs, he was the same old Bill—snarky, dismissive, and cold. He kept his distance, making sure that no one suspected a thing. But whenever he was alone with you, he’d let that mask slip, even if just for a moment.

You noticed it, too. The way Bill’s sharp edges softened when it was just the two of you. The way his hands, usually so confident and quick, would hover hesitantly when he reached for you, as if afraid of crossing a line he couldn’t come back from. It confused you. You couldn’t understand why he acted so differently when no one else was around, but part of you started to appreciate those small moments of vulnerability.

One evening, while you sat together in the dimly lit room, you finally opened up about your longing for freedom. You hesitated at first, unsure of how much to reveal. “I just… I want to be free again,” you admitted, your voice barely a whisper. "No cage. No eyes watching me all the time."

Bill’s heart clenched. He knew that feeling all too well. The feeling of being trapped, unable to break free from the expectations and judgments of those around you. He leaned closer, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it before. “I get it, Y/N. More than you know.” His golden eyes gleamed in the faint light, a strange mix of determination and sorrow swirling within them. "But we’ve gotta be smart about this. I can’t just let you go… not with them watching."

His words sent a shiver down your spine. There was something in the way he looked at you, something deeper than the usual playful glint in his eyes. And for the first time, you wondered if there was more to Bill’s feelings than just a casual flirtation. But despite your growing suspicion, part of you wanted to believe him, wanted to trust that he had a plan to get you out of this mess.

That night, Bill couldn’t sleep. As he stared up at the ceiling of his tent, all he could think about was you. Your voice echoed in his mind, the way you spoke of freedom with such quiet desperation. He couldn’t let you go, not now, not when things had become so complicated. But he couldn’t keep you here either, not like this. It was tearing him apart, the way his feelings were pulling him in opposite directions. And for the first time in his life, Bill felt truly afraid—not for himself, but for you.

The next night, Bill made his move. While the Henchmaniacs were busy around the campfire, he slipped away, heading straight for your cage. His heart raced as he unlocked the door, his fingers trembling slightly. "Y/N," he whispered, his voice low but urgent. "We’re getting out of here. Now."

You stared at him, your heart pounding. There was something different in his expression tonight—something almost frantic. But despite the warning bells going off in your head, you followed him, unable to resist the promise of freedom.

The two of you moved quickly through the woods, the moonlight casting long shadows over the trees. Bill’s hand never left yours, his grip tight and unyielding, as if he feared you might slip away if he let go. His mind was racing with plans, backup plans, and a gnawing worry that his feelings might ruin everything. He couldn’t afford to lose you—not now, not ever.

Everything seemed to be going according to plan until the unmistakable sound of voices rang out behind you. The Henchmaniacs had noticed you were gone, and they were coming after you.

“Bill! Where do you think you’re going with that selkie?” one of the hunters called out.

Bill cursed under his breath. He pulled you faster through the woods, his mind scrambling for an escape. The weight of the situation, the threat of losing you forever, settled heavily on his chest.

Finally, the two of you reached the edge of a cliff. Below, the ocean roared, the waves crashing violently against the rocks. There was nowhere else to go.

Bill stood in front of you protectively, his body tense as the hunters approached. His heart hammered in his chest as the leader of the group stepped forward, his grin predatory.

“Hand over the selkie, Bill, and we’ll forget this ever happened. Or you both die here.”

For a moment, Bill’s mind went blank. His friends—the people he’d known for years—were now the ones standing between him and the person he cared about most. He was torn. He couldn’t betray them, but he also couldn’t give you up. The weight of the choice crushed him.

Then, he looked back at you, his eyes meeting yours. Something flickered in his gaze, a spark of determination that hadn’t been there before. He had already made his choice.

Leaning close, Bill whispered, "Trust me, Y/N. Whatever happens, just trust me."

Before you could respond, he grabbed you and leaped off the cliff, holding you tightly in his arms. The wind whipped around you as you plummeted toward the sea, and in that moment, everything else faded away. It was just the two of you, together in this moment of reckless, desperate escape.

As the ocean rushed up to meet you, you transformed, softening the fall for Bill. But before your transformation was complete, Bill kissed you—a kiss full of promises, of everything unspoken between you. A kiss that told you he would never let you go, no matter the cost.

The two of you disappeared beneath the waves, leaving the hunters behind, their shouts lost in the roar of the ocean.

[hvtqo]

🩷 headcanons —how they kiss you

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ characters ayato, thoma, zhongli, ajax, haitham ・❥・notes just some thoughts about them <33 reader is as gn as possible! reader is also kind of passive, btw. also this is so self indulgent im sorry •́⁠ ‿⁠ ⁠,⁠•̀ i have a thing for haitham so his is the longest. anyway, enjoy ! as always, reblogs and comments are highly appreciated ! ・❥・warning while not exactly nsfw, it does get suggestive, so proceed with caution.

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❛ ayato ༉‧₊˚

ayato’s touch is dainty. he doesn’t rush his movements, no —he’s patient. the tip of his fingers begin delicately hovering over your skin, tantalizing, barely taking up the courage to touch your bristled dermis. he’s asking for permission, you see?

the other hand teases your waist, and it trails the path to your arm, your wrist; you get distracted in his eyes enough to notice that he’s opening your fingers, and his make their way in between yours. the tip of his lip is almost imperceptibly turned upwards, and you have to raise your head to cross eyes with him.

it’s becoming more and more difficult for you to hold his glance, even though you get lost in that pair of sky-colored eyes. you have to remind your breath to keep going. absentmindedly, you stand on your tiptoes, and his grasp tightens.

the hand caressing your cheek makes its way behind your neck, supporting you. he comes closer, and what begun as the slow brushing of the foam against the shore turns into voracious waves. his hands travel around your body —you get a sense that he wants to consume you. the lips of ayato are silky and smooth, but his movement is rough. now he doesn’t wait, no.

now he demands.

❛ thoma ༉‧₊˚

thoma lays a shy glance over you. it stays there until you notice, and then he lowers it, a single line drawing the tip of his lips upwards. you giggle as the thought of him being as timid as the first time crosses your mind. the sound travels to him, and he looks at you wondering.

“what is it, my love?” he asks, his voice soft.

you shake your head smiling, and thoma’s brow curves. it takes you by surprise how he holds your arms and pulls you toward him, gently colliding against his chest. the shyness that just a few moments ago characterized his demeanor has dissipated. mischief is left in replacement; his hand is positioned on your lower back, holding you close. your cheeks burn, but you hold the emotion within, biting your lower lip.

“aren’t you gonna share the joke with me?” he prompts.

you shake your head again, a hint of tease illuminating your eyes. his lips curl —he brushes away a strand of hair from your face, behind your ear.

“i guess i’ll have to do something about that” he says temptingly. you know what comes next; you’ve been waiting for it. but thoma is playful, and he will hold the expectation within you as much as he can.

in fact, he fools you so much, that you’re used to it. you can imagine he’s going to lean forward, indicating a kiss, and you will close your eyes, your lips ready. suddenly, he will pull away without a touch, and begin speaking, or forget about the topic altogether.

this won't happen again, you swear. you raise a hand and hold his cheek, trailing toward the back of his head, his hair twirling between your fingers. your smirk widens; you thrive in the confusion left on his eyes. you give in first, collapsing your lips against his. it takes thoma a bare moment to adjust. smoothly, coyly, the dominance turns. his hands grasp your waist strongly, your back arches a few centimeters.

he’s got the upper hand now. and you feel immensely safe.

❛ zhongli ༉‧₊˚

you always expected zhongli’s kisses to be respectful and modest. and the first few times they happened, they were. zhongli is not often the one to begin public displays of affection; not further from holding hands or a decorous hug. the more exquisite things happen in private, away from the voyeuristic judgements of the world, where he can let the façade fade and reveal himself to you.

the sun rests in the horizon, melting its honeyed rays over the freshly awakened city of liyue harbor. yanshang teahouse lays silent, filled only by the early voices of him and you. he’s telling a story about times old again, but you have never been one to wake up at sunrise, and his voice lulls you. along with the warmth of the tea, you struggle to keep your eyes open or your mind from drifting away.

zhongli side eyes you and notices this. you rest your cheek on your hand, your eyelids carefully falling over your eyes. you don't notice the gentle smile on his face; and, in fact, he continues speaking, as if he was distracted too.

you don't notice either how the tone of his voice lowers, and his breath becomes more apparent as he draws closer. your mind has already begun dreaming, and you smile absentmindedly when you feel the touch of his hand over your chin, lifting it up. his voice fades just when his lips caress yours, and your eyelids lift slowly. zhongli’s gloved fingers elegantly stroke your cheek, you feel an electrifying sensation bristling your skin.

the kiss is as modest as they tend to be. now that he’s awoken you, however, your senses effervesce; your heart drums and you want more. your tongue mindfully explores his cavity; this movement is enough to tell zhongli that he’s roused your hunger. it is you, not him, who gives the cue for something stronger. but he takes it briskly. he puts your hand away, holding your wrist, and brings you closer.

at first you have to guide him, tell him with your actions what you like; that he can do to you as he wishes. he learns, then, not to hold back.

he gives in fully.

❛ ajax ༉‧₊˚

you know how rough ajax is with everything he touches. his hands lack the delicate treatment with which you have taught yourself to approach the world. in a sense, this is what entices you about him —he accepts his nature as is, and he does not care to tame the beast. it’s taken time, but you have come to allow yourself to be as reckless as him when you’re together. now he’s become your safe space; the person that has seen your monsters without getting scared.

as raw as he is with everything; not with you. not in certain ways. his attitude has always consisted of patience and guidance, and he’s an avid protector. ajax knows when and where only to apply force with you, and it’s not even an intimidating type of force —it’s enticing, loving.

just like right now. he's behind you, one arm around your waist, the other holding your neck toward him. there is just the right amount of force here, enough to make your heart flutter and your cheeks blush. he keeps you like this, unmovable, and you let your eyes close. in his arms, there will never be danger. the tension that fills your muscles so usually now softens. you melt.

the coarse lips of ajax leave stains of his touch over your neck. they follow the path to the edge of your jaw, and travel toward your earlobe. he licks and bites, and you recoil, showing your fang in a smirk for a second. this sudden action makes his grasp firmer. he really doesn’t want you to move a tiny bit.

ajax kisses your cheek now, your hair curls around his fingers now. your neck is turned further toward him, and your eyes peek in a slight opening, enough to encounter his hungry irises gazing at your mouth.

he takes you then, biting. biting, but not harming. biting in just the perfect way. enough to make you gasp and take his chance to get in further.

❛ haitham ༉‧₊˚

you never know how he does it, but haitham always ends up getting what he wants when he wants it. his smooth way of executing his will not only surprises you, but sometimes even annoys you. although you have to admit, it’s enticing to be with a man that has everything under control, even if in ways that don’t get noticed easily.

you’re both laying over his couch. he rests an elbow over the furniture’s arm, laying his cheek on his hand boringly as he listens to your recitation of a book with careful ears. your feet over his lap, you rest your side against the back of the couch and try to keep focused with the words on the paragraph you’re reading, as he absentmindedly caresses the skin of your legs.

your voice, low and soothing yet clear, stops for a second when his hand creeps further on your leg. you rise your glance momentarily, a slight blush on your face, but he doesn’t notice. in fact, his eyes are closed. you decide to let it pass and continue reading, as eloquently as you were.

and your voice cracks when his fingers bury on your thigh. haitham gives you a sudden squish, and your eyes widen.

“hey” you call his attention, but he doesn’t give you the tiniest acknowledgement.

“hm?” is what he replies.

“i know what you're doing” you say; he lifts his hand from your thigh and draws it toward your ankle instead, the back of his fingers hovering over your skin.

haitham opens one eye and watches you from the side.

“oh, yes?” he teases. you nod, laying the book open on your lap. “mind to explain, then?”

you tweak your position and lean forward, grabbing his hand on your leg, stopping him, and rising your glance up with a tiny smirk. he follows your gaze firmly.

“careful not to damage the book” he indicates.

but you don’t care about that book, do you? not now that he’s distracted you from your task. however his eyes told you he was being serious, now his smirk defies that. a surge of emotion bashes your body. an unspoken type of communication going on between you and him —the air tenses in the space between your faces.

haitham’s hand reaches behind your neck, steady. but you put your hand on his chest, not allowing him to pull you closer. he rises his brows, as if saying “so that’s how we’re playing?” and you smile entertained.

it happens with a brash maneuver that you find yourself with your back against the sit, under him. haitham’s knee parts your legs, and his hands press your wrists over your head.

as i said earlier, haitham always finds a way to get what he wants when he wants it. you know the more you try to resist, the more he’ll push. now that he has completely disregarded the book, he leans closer to your neck. you turn your head, in fact, leaving him more space to delight himself in. and you giggle with the teasing of his lips on you, and his grasp tightens.

he stops. his eyes encounter yours.

“is this what you were implying, darling?” there’s nothing but a hint of faked curiosity on his visage.

you do not reply. before your lips can move, his are already sealing them.

© hvtqo —don't steal, plagiarize, sell or repost any of my content. translations are done under consent.

[ladydiaries]

hihi! i dunno if requests are open rn but if they are, can i request nsfw or sfw hcs of vox x (preferably AMAB! reader, but gn's fine too!) a socially awkward reader?? tysm!! take care of yourself and take your time! :3

Sparks ✧˚ ༘ ⊹ .ᐟ .ᐟ

CW; minors do not interact, 18+ content, praise, vox electrocutes you like twice, AMAB, biting , edging , breeding, oral (giving). Rambles + hcs under the cut!

SUMMARY; general SFW &&. NSFW hcs of vox x socially awkward AMAB! Reader

HCS + RAMBLES

AUTHORS NOTE; TYSMMM for requesting!! I'm excited to write an AMAB reader. There is a serious drought of them, Going to use he/him pronouns for this one.

Of course, if this relationship is established I believe he would treat you like you're the only man in the world. His bitchy exterior is totally a front and inside he's a bit more lax, corny, and to your surprise, charming. Taking you on dates, presenting you with flowers.

Even better if he had intentions of manipulating you first, spiralling into the embarrassing realisation that he's in love with you. Ranting to Valentino and Velvet about his dilemma. Sure to tease him about it whenever you're around. Fast forward into the actual relationship, at the beginning he would have trouble not seeing you as some sort of possession.

Something to hide and keep, which due to your introverted nature, you didn't particularly mind not going out often, overtime he would loosen up, taking you on dates, more focused on showing you off then gatekeeping you, confused as to why you were so much more shy in the public then in private.

hogs the bed, face (screen) down, limbs everywhere.

An AWFUL cook. Could imagine a baking date and if you are good, wonderful. You can teach him, and if you too are also awful, you can feed your shit cookies to Valentino.

Insists on doing small things for you to boost his ego, will speak for you at restaurants and public settings

Will make you learn how to repair and upgrade his systems. Thinks it's romantic

If you work for him, he will purposely give you jobs that don't require public speaking, will never admit to it though.

NSFW.

This man FUCKS. You are a lucky boy because he has stamina. Will fuck you for hours on end, clawed hands running loosely against your cock as he pistoned into you from behind. Barely touching you enough to make you cum, you've been here for hours. Bringing you so, so, close to your sweet release before daggered fingers plunge into your soft skin.

He's the type of man to use praises while you suck him off. Unyielding grip on your hair. Hips rutting up slowly into your mouth. The intrusion making you struggle to swallow your gag reflex.

Whiny. He's the epitome of whiny men. Screen scrolling in between different levels of brightness, furrowed brows as you place open mouthed kisses against his body. Fingers mingling around the back panel of his screen.

very experimental, will try pretty much everything

If he overheats, he will pass out. Had to install a better cooling system due to shutting down too much.

Cock is ridged. A steel navy blue colour, leading towards a blue tip. Detachable, can change sizes, widths or not have one at all.

Cums a lot, a thick substance. Likes to watch it drip out of you, tastes like pennies.

Thrives to see your embarrassment while teasing you in public. Hand wandering too far down your waist or foot pressing against your groin while sitting across from him during a meeting.

Depending on his schedule, he can either be the best or the worst at aftercare. On a busy day he could probably care less but on day's off or weekends he's all for it. Bathing you, gathering treats, snuggling neatly in bed to watch whatever show peaks your interest in the moment.

[integra1127grimmreaper]

The Replacement - Part thirty-six

Negan Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 35

Warning: violence, angst

All the prisoners that remained behind on the bus were busy, hard at work clearing an old trailway line, Negan stops midway to approach one of the guards. “Hey... my wife wasn’t with everyone on the bus, wondering if you could just-” before Negan could finish his sentence, the guard strikes in the face with a nightstick.

“You stop to eat, you stop to sleep...” the guard remarks as Negan groans in pain, “understood...?”

With a narrowed gaze, Negan straightens back up, “understood...” he remarks nodding.

During the commotion with Negan, three prisoners take it as an opening to escape, Kelly attempts to follow but Ezekiel stop just in time as the guards open fire on the escapees, killing all three.

Realizing the escaping wouldn’t be as simple as they believed, everyone goes back to work after the order was yelled out.

During a lunch break, Negan stealthy approaches Ezekiel, “don’t turn around” he states, taking a seat behind him.

“What do you want?” a pissed off Ezekiel remarks.

“I wanna get on the same page” Negan responds.

“I stayed away from you for years, for a reason” Ezekiel comments.

“Well, you need to shelve that shit” Negan states.

“Shit?!” an enraged Ezekiel scoffs, “melting people’s faces with irons? Coercing women into marrying into marrying you? Slaughtering my people? That shit I’ve not forgotten... nobody has.”

“Well, just so ya know; I haven’t forgotten either” Negan replies, “and for the shit I’ve done, I probably deserve to be in a place like this. It fits. But Ezekiel, it doesn’t fit you, it doesn’t fit the others, and it sure as hell doesn’t fit my wife and daughter... I don’t even have a clue with the hell they are.”

“What they do with them?” Ezekiel finally caves in.

Negan silently shakes his head grief-stricken, “I don’t know... but I need to find them. I promised Y/N, I'd keep our daughter safe, and I failed... I failed both of ‘em.”

“Look, man...” Negan implores, “I am coming to you as a father, and as a man who has led people. We have got to put our shit aside and work together... for everyone.”

“What are you thinking?” Ezekiel finally speaks up.

“I know this warden’s playbook...” Negan comments, “using fear as a weapon.”

“You wanna scare people into an uprising?” Ezekiel sarcastically remarks.

“That only works if you’re the one holding the gun” Negan responds, “fear’s not gonna work. But hope...? Hope will. And that is your thing, Ezekiel... it is definitely not mine.”

“This place thrives on separating people” Ezekiel comments, “they’re already breaking us down. We have to unite folks, but-”

“But what?” Negan enquires.

“We need a... spark, that reaches into their hearts and wakes them up. I don’t know how to do that here... we can barely talk to each other.”

Negan silently nods his head in understanding, “I can get you you’re spark. But when I do... you need to know that I doubt I’ll be getting out here with you.”

Ezekiel tilts his head in confusion, “what’s that supposed to mean? What are talking about?”

Before Negan couldn’t further explain, the guards order everyone back to work.

“You with me?” Negan manages to slip in.

Taking a moment, “I’m with you... for now” Ezekiel states, getting up to continue working.

At the end of the workday, the Wardan orders everyone to pack up and move out and everyone is loaded back onto the bus. While driving a radio distress call airs over the bus radio and Ezekiel and Negan recognizes the voice as Rosita’s as she’s been given directions to Outpost 22.

The bus finally comes to their destination, much to the shock of Negan and the others; the gates open to reveal that Outpost 22 was actually Alexandria. The realization further proven when the radio conversation between Rosita and the solider goes into detail of how the Commonwealth had taken it over and converted it into an Outpost.

“Aunt Y/N... aunt Y/N”, groaning softly in pain, your eyes slowly flutter in wakefulness at the sound of a familiar voice calling out your name.

��Judith?” you rapidly blink at her in confusion, “whattaya doing here?”

“They brought as all here” Judith explains.

“They?” you slowly sit up, realizing you weren’t the hospital room anymore. “Where are we?”

“We’re back at Alexandria, the Commonwealth soldiers brought us” Judith replies, “though, they’re calling it, Outpost 22.”

“Alexandria? How?”

“They had all us kids in the back of a truck, you were unconscious on a stretcher when they brought you here.”

Beckoning her closer, you gently take her hands in yours, “where are the other kids, Jud? Is my baby with them?”

“I haven’t seen any of the younger children” Judith shakes her head, “they only brought the older ones.”

Your heart was racing as you attempt to make sense of it all, “have you seen any of the adults? Negan, Daryl or Carol?”

“No” Judith shakes her head, “we haven’t been allowed out the house.”

“Ok” you nod, taking deep breathes to avoid a panic attack. The Commonwealth had clearly betrayed you, captured everyone and brought them back to Alexandria. But why? When and how did they manage to seize control of it? Yet most importantly, where the hell was your husband and daughter?!

“Where are the other children? Hershel, RJ and Gracie?”

“RJ and Gracie are downstairs with the others, I'm not sure where Hershel is though” Judith responds.

“Who’s watching them?”

“Some guards” Judith explains, “they let me stay up here to keep an eye on you. Said, they didn’t want you doing anything stupid when you woke up.”

“Smart” you snort, “how long was I out for?”

“You were asleep for most of the day” Judith replies, “it’s late evening already.”

“Shit” you state, grimacing when quickly realizing your slip up, “sorry, kiddo.”

“It’s ok” Judith responds matter-of-factly, “this situation calls for it.”

Smiling at Judith, you pull her in for a hug, “sure does, Jud. Don’t worry, we’ll find a way out of this.”

“I’m sure we will” Judith smiles in response and press a kiss to her forehead.

“You’re awake” an unfamiliar voice remarks, causing you both to turn toward the guard standing in the doorway.

“Yes” you scowl in response.

“Welcome to Outpost22, as you aren’t yet fit for hard labor, your job for the time being is to watch over and care for the children” the guard states, “don’t do anything stupid and you’ll be fine.”

“Where are the younger children?” you ask, “I just had a baby, where is my baby?”

“There are not toddlers nor infants here” the guard responds.

“Then where are they?!”

“I suggest, you never ask that question again” the guard warns you, “especially around the Warden.”

“But-”

“Listen to me” the guard hisses out, “asking questions, is doing something stupid. And doing something stupid around here will get you punished. Understood?”

Flashing the guard a glare, you grit out, “understood.”

You had to find a way to get the hell out of here and find your husband and baby, even if was the last thing you ever did. 

Part 37

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[valewritessss]

Okay I understand the confusion of “lose” and “loose”(I don’t) but “YOUR” AND “YOU’RE”???

Are we actually being serious? Is it laziness or did we actually forget first grade spelling class. I’m not talking about non-native speakers but the ones that only know English what are we doing? Same thing with “two”, “too”, and “to”. What kind of epidemic are we living through because there’s no way you’re not understand the difference.

And I tried to be understanding at first because I know a lot of people who aren’t fluent in English or just didn’t grow up with it, my family included. But for my friends that have lived here their whole lives and have never spoken another language this is an issue. Every time one of them writes “your” but they mean “you’re”, a small fragment of my soul fades. “You’re house” am I??? The little blue dots underline the word as I write this.

When I say it’s going to be rare to know how to properly write in the future I was not kidding. Some mistakes are just mistakes but there’s people that never get it right, not even once. Once again, this doesn’t apply to the non native speakers. Although I must say, my mom has very limited English vocabulary but she knows the difference.

Do you know how much I cringed while revising my friend’s final essay. He was complaining that his English teacher scolded him for writing “u” instead of “you” and it was hard to keep my mouth shut— I repeat it was his final essay, and the final draft. And it’s not the way we’ve been taught it, because I know a handful of people that understand grammar and the majority of us have been taught the same thing in the same classroom.

I know people who brag about not knowing multiplication by 4, but that’s a different conversation.

I was born here, but I grew up only speaking Spanish until I started school and I’m thriving, so maybe it’s just me that can’t comprehend how someone who was born and raised here, whose entire family only knows English, who only writes in English can’t understand the difference between “you’re” and “your”. If there’s actually something that prevents you from learning it or understanding it then this isn’t about you either. I am talking about the people who just don’t care to learn or who don’t try at all. No one else other than that.

I’m sorry for this rant but I’m not because it had to be said. I apologize if it’s controversial but I just had to share. I’m not the queen of English grammar either but I know the basics (the bare minimum). For the final time, I am not talking about non-native speakers, or people genuinely have a hard time learning this stuff or remembering it. Take what I said with a grain of salt but my opinion remains and I express it shamelessly.

[zukkaart]

4 and 18. I like that this one could be going in either direction lol

Couple #4: Zutara

Prompt #18: “Do you ever shut up?”

From this prompt game!

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Two years after the war ends, the ambassadors and rulers of the nations gather in the Earth Kingdom to discuss progress in rebuilding.

“Chief Hakoda, what does the Southern Water Tribe require to rebuild?” The emissary from the Earth Kindgom enquired, still visibly confused that the Chief brought his two young children to the meeting. Sokka was almost 18 now, but that meant nothing to a room of grumpy old men. Although, none of them dared to minimize what those Water Tribe children had done for the world.

The emissary thought to himself that he shouldn’t think much of it considering the Fire Lord barely just reached 18 himself a few weeks ago. Said emissary had been very diligent in voicing his opinion this entire meeting. He considered it his duty to place the people of the Earth Kingdom in the highest priority considering how large their population was compared to the others. Because of the Earth Kingdom’s size it also had sustained the most damage during the war, and he only thought it fair that he have a substantial stake in the rebuilding allocations.

It was a long, dreary process that would probably take decades more, but luckily everyone in that board room was dedicated to making things go as smoothly as possible- at least for the most part. It’s sometimes hard to be civil when your people are hurting, but you must remember that others are hurting as well.

Chief Hakoda nodded to his daughter at his left. She straightened her back along with her scroll before standing to address the room. It was obvious to anyone in the room that this particular question was her area of expertise. Well…almost anyone.

“Thank you ambassador, the Southern Water Tribe is making real strides towards establishing a thriving independent economy again, but-“

“Excuse me, but shouldn’t your father be handing this discussion girl?” That same Earth Kingdom man spat the last word like a curse. “Sit down”

Now, it is worth noting that this man would not have been so bold had he not been so absorbed in himself that he did not take note of the Fire Lord slowly losing his composure with every word he spoke. It was not until Zuko himself stood that the green-clad man realized his mistake.

“Do you ever shut up?” Zuko looked as poised as his portrait but his words were laced with an unmissable venom.

“Lord Zuko I-“

“Enough, how dare you speak to her that way?”

The man tried to open his mouth once more but was quickly silenced.

“Do not interrupt me. I do believe you have advocated the needs of your people quite thoroughly. Would you agree?” The man nodded in agreement with Zukos statement

“Good, now sit down. And let her speak,” The young Fire Lord then turned to the Water Tribe emissary. “I apologize ambassador Katara, please. Continue” Zuko returned to the floor as if nothing happened, and sipped his tea contentedly.

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An hour after the meeting ended Zuko was reviewing his notes. His robes were abandoned on the floor and he sat hunched over his candle lit desk in only a pair of black trousers, his hair pulled half up with a wooden pin.

He was just about to abandon the seemingly endless scrolls in lieu of maybe getting a good nights rest for once when his door slammed open.

“What the hell was that about?!” Katara stormed into his room, nearly tripping over the layers of fabric strewn across the wooden floor.

Zuko jumped to his feet, startled. “What are you talking about?” The look of genuine confusion on his face almost gave Katara pause- almost.

“In there! With that Earth Kingdom emissary! You know, I don’t need you to fight my battles for me, I can defend myself just fine! Might I remind you that I held my own against much worse months before you even cut that stupid ponytail off!?”

“Katara I’m sorry I was just trying to-“

“I don’t want to hear it! You completely undermined me!” She was pacing about the room now, Zuko was sure she hadn’t even glanced in his directed since starting her rant, he began to look around frantically for a shirt to throw on to no avail. “They have to learn that I am my own person and I don’t need some man to defend me”

Finally, she sat on the edge on his bed and placed her face in her hands.

“I didn’t do it because you’re a woman, I did it because I am the Fire Lord and you are an emissary and friend to me. I would not let someone disrespect you. I would have done the same if it was Sokka. I was looking for an opportunity to tell him to shut up hours before, you just gave me a perfect opportunity. I guess I should be thanking you for that.” At that moment, Zuko noted a red silk scarf on the edge of his desk, he quickly pulled it over his shoulders to cover his chest and stomach.

Katara finally raised her head, and looked as if she was about to speak for a moment. She closed her mouth and cocked her head to the side quizzically. She then let out a laugh.

“So, do you just casually wear silk scarves around your room?” Zuko blushed.

“No, I-“

“Oh come on Zuko, it’s just me,” She strode over to him and gave one end of it a sharp tug, causing it to fall freely to the ground. She gave a satisfied smirk at the slightly embarrassed look on Zukos face. Katara was just about to leave, happy with the verbal berating and light embarrassment she had just filed out when her eyes drifted slightly south.

Her gaze landed on a dark twisted scar taking up a monopoly on Zukos skin. The large burst where his ribs met arcing out down his stomach and across his chest in thin lines. Azulas lightning.

Lightning that had been meant for her.

Zuko sucked in a sharp breath, barely moving. It wasn’t until then that Katara noticed that she had placed her hand upon it. Before she could process what she was saying she asked.

“Did you keep seeing the healers like I told you to?”

“I-Uh, of course I did” Zukos blush reached his neck that time.

“So no then. At least let me help while I’m here. Lie down,” If there was one thing Zuko knew at this point, it was that there was never any use fighting Katara. So he obliged as she collected the bowl of rose water left on the night stand.

“You haven’t been treating it so this might hurt a little,”

“It’s okay, I’m used to it” It was Zukos turn to speak without thinking, but he didn’t need to explain. They had all felt their fair share of pain over the last few years. His companion simply nodded and hummed lightly as the water began to glow.

“Agni have mercy” Zuko found himself murmuring. That hurt way more than he thought it would. Okay, no more skipped healers appointments. He felt like he was going to pass out at any second. Suddenly, the glowing stopped.

“Woah, woah, hey. Are you okay? All the color just drained from your face” Zukos next words were entirely incoherent, no better than if he had way too much fire whiskey. “Okay, that’s enough for you.” Katara then soaked a cloth and cooled it with her bending before placing it across his forehead. “There, you’re gonna be just fine.”

Zukos entire world was spinning, but then again- it tended to do that whenever Katara came around. He forced his eyelids open to look at her. There was so much worry and care painted across her face, and his head was too foggy. He said something, but neither of them had any idea what, so he tried once more.

“I love you, Katara”

The last thing he saw was her shocked expression, a dusting of pink across her dark complexion, before darkness claimed him.

[marvelsage]

3.Avatar: The Way of Water

TW: death, angst…

Pt1 Pt2 Pt4

“Gaia. Gaia, don’t you walk away from me when I’m talking to you!” She had down it again, having just left another clan meeting earlier than planned all because she felt the need to speak her mind and talk back to another village leader.

“Gaia!”

“What?!” She spun around breathing heavily with clenched fist, a telltale sign that she was frustrated.

“I asked you to do one thing, Gaia. One. Thing. Don’t cause trouble and you managed to do the complete opposite!”

“I was not causing trouble. I was defending my people! Did you not hear all of the horrible things he said?! Freaks-”

“enough”

“abominations-”

“enough!”

“outcast!”

“I said Enough!” Standing head to head with one another peering down at her, both hearts beating wildly as the tension thickened.

“You don’t think I hear them. I do. I hear it every time I visit other clans, alone. I bare witness to the humiliating actions many have put upon our people.” You knew what they said about your people, every clan had their opinions. You never mirrored their behavior and instead let it go and in return show them kindness.

But, don’t get it twisted, you were a strong and stern leader and never let them take you for granted. Instead, you found a better solution to their insults and brought your people to greatness by thriving in hunting, healing, and other essentials. It had earned the respect from many clans, some of which who were once apart of your haters.

“But I let it go because it does nothing to me if I don’t let it get to me. Understand? You must learn that there will always be people like him. You get rid of one, another appears it is a constant cycle.” Both of you have calmed down, she refuses to look at you after your speech having a mental battle.

“…you will apologize-” The fire that had diminished once more set a blaze within her.

“What?! No I will not-”

“Yes you will as your mother-”

“You are not my mother!”

You stared in shock practically speechless as the words left her mouth. She seemed to realize what she had said and went to speak again, you turn away with a wave of your hand.

“No mom-”

“You are right…I-I am not your mother.” Tears rimmed your eyes as you force the words out because she is right. You weren’t her actual mother, you had taken her in as a babe as her mother had died in child birth. The moment you saw her, it felt like an instant connection between you and her. You could not have children of your own as during a mission to interfere with the sky people had gone wrong sending you blown across the battlefield.

“I did not mean to say that, mama” She tried to reach for you, foolishly you pulled away hardening your resolve.

“You will apologize, then seek refuge with Amaria tonight.” Every step felt heavier as you ignored her please and calls, you couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down as you did. It was the last you heard of her before diving into the water.

“Mama! Please!”

Years Before

“Hello, little Gaia.” You cooed at the baby I’m your arms, she was so small and already babbling on about anything and everything.

“mmaama..”

“Mama! You said mama?!” you gasped in happiness and shock at her feeling your self become emotional over it although some would argue she was just mumbling nonsense. You didn’t care as you piled her closer and place a soft kiss upon her head.

“Yeah, I’m your mama…”

Flashback Past Over

You traced over the only picture you had of you and her together with a smile. It had been a few hours past eclipse and you could not fall asleep no matter how hard you tried. You gave up on trying and decided to seek out Amarias home having regretted sending her away.

“Olo’eykte Y/n. How may we help you?”

“Hello, Amaria. I was hoping I could speak with Gaia..” The look of confusion upon her face brought an uneasy feeling within you, worsening as she says Gaia has not been to there home at all tonight.

“Oh she must be in the reefs then, thank you” You reassured yourself that you would find her there only to find it bare, hastily you checked every possible place you could think of. Along the way your people began searching along with you.

“Gaia!” Your calls echoed through out one of the many caves receiving nothing before moving in to another. It had been over half an hour since the search started, before one of the warriors came to you and signed for you to follow.

“Move! Move! Where is she?!” You pushed through the crowd, only to be stopped by another warrior who had a solemn look the whispers and weeps of the surrounding did not help.

“Olo’eykte Y/n-”

“What? Step aside. Gaia!”

“Please. Olo’eykte Y/n you don’t-”

“I will not ask again!”

“Sister…” Tonowari approached from the side of the crowd.

“What are you doing here? Why aren’t they letting me through?”

“I had signaled for you but your warriors came first. I…I am sorry, sister.” Your lip quivered as you stared into his eyes hating the look he gave.

“no…” Healers rushed past causing that sinking feeling to increase and with a final push, you stagger forward at the sight before.

“no, no, no, No, NO! Gaia!” The healers back away as you gather your daughter in your arms. Her eyes were still open, covered in blood from where you didn’t know but it was so much, beside her laid a Tulkun dead with floating tags.

“Gaia! Please my baby! Not my baby! Oh Eywa please! Give her back!” You screamed the most heart-wrenching cry that the Tulkun wailed alongside you. Your breathing had picked up and coincidently a storm began to brew above head, the rain fall beating down. You don’t remember how long you had stayed there holding her, only that by the time Tonowari began assisting in pulling you away, you had closed her eyes and cradled her like you used to.

“Olo’eykte-”

“no..”

“Olo’eykte Y/n, wake up!”

“My baby…”

“Wake up-”

“Hmm?” You look to the sky in confusion before looking back to Gaia, only to find your lap empty.

“Y/n! Breathe!”

“Sister please!”

“Mama, wake up.” Gasping awake, you take a moment to take in your surroundings taking in account of the voices and blurred figures. Instinctively, you went to sit up but was forced down by gentle hands.

“Do not stand, sister!”

“Woah, woah you’re alright! It’s just us!” With your vision finally cleared the people around you did as well. Tonowari, Ronal, and Neytiri stood around you, feeling a presence beside you as well you glance over to find Kiri. She had already been looking to you and when your gazes met she sobbed, reaching for your hand. You were confused but let her grasp it and looked around once more before returning to her.

“I’m sorry. I-I’m so sorry…” It clicked as everything came rushing back all at once and somehow she had seen it all with you. Tears flooded your eyes as pulled her to you, cradling her head as you both wept.

[teine-mallaichte]

Welcome to DADW!! For a prompt, how about Fenders with Mystery Illness 👀

Ok this... this got away from me a little... an idea occurred, I started writing, and now it is almost 3 hours later and I have over 6000 words... anyway... @dadrunkwriting fic which I turned into a sickfic of sorts...

As Hawke and his companions drew nearer to the village, a tangible tension thickened the air around them, shrouding the once bustling streets in an unsettling silence. Where once the vibrant thoroughfares echoed with the laughter of children and the chatter of villagers going about their daily lives, now only an eerie emptiness prevailed. The sombre silence only broken only by the occasional muffled cough that drifted through the stagnant air.

When Hawke had heard rumours about this mystery illness he hadn't been sure what to expect, stories of an entire of village of people displaying a dizzying aray of symptoms, whispers of the village been cused, how could he not investigate such a story?

As they ventured further into the heart of the settlement, they were greeted by a scene of utter chaos outside the small herbalist building. Makeshift cots dotted around, many occupied by  pale and trembling figures, some muttering to themselves others appearing to barely have the energy to move.

Hawke's heart sank at the sight before him. The once-thriving village now resembled a scene from a nightmare, with its inhabitants reduced to mere shadows of their former selves. He exchanged a grim glance with his companions, their expressions mirroring his own.

Anders approached one of the sick individuals, and  carefully knelt beside the cot.  The person's breathing was labored, their skin clammy and pale, and their eyes darted about in a frantic manner, as if haunted by unseen horrors.

Anders gently placed a hand on the sick person's forehead, his expression one of deep concern as he assessed their condition. Before he could offer any aid, the sound of footsteps drew everyone's attention toward the entrance of the herbalist's building.

As Anders examined the sick, Fenris stood nearby, his posture tense. Varric surveyed the scene with a grim expression, while Hawke moved closer to the line of cots, already trying to form a plan of action in his mind.

The elderly woman emerged, her face lined with worry and exhaustion, she approached the group her eyes lingering on Anders, a silent question in her eyes.

Anders rose to meet the herbalist's gaze, his expression grave yet determined. "We've come to offer whatever aid we can," he said softly, his voice carrying a weight of compassion.

The herbalist nodded solemnly, her shoulders sagging with the burden of responsibility. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice tinged with weariness. "We've been overwhelmed by this... this affliction. We've tried every remedy, every poultice, but nothing seems to alleviate their suffering."

Hawke stepped forward, his jaw set with resolve. "Tell us everything you know about this illness," he urged, his voice steady despite the gravity of the situation.

The herbalist sighed heavily, her gaze drifting to the sick and suffering around them. "It began with a few isolated cases," she explained, her voice tinged with sorrow. "But it spread like wildfire, consuming the entire village within days. The symptoms... the coughing, the confusion, the anxiety - they're unlike anything I've ever seen. And now..." She trailed off as she cast her gaze over her patients.

"Can you tell us anything about what's causing this?" Hawke asks as he gestures at the cots.

The herbalist shook her head, a mixture of frustration and despair evident in her expression. "We've searched for answers, but we're no closer to understanding the root of this affliction. Some whisper of a curse, others speak of foul magics at work..." She pauses, "The first cases were people who entered a cave north of here, just outside the village."

Hawke's brow furrowed at the mention of the cave. It seemed like a lead worth investigating, a potential source of the mysterious illness plaguing the village.

"We'll need to see this cave for ourselves," Hawke declared.

The companions nodded in agreement, as Anders turned to the herbalist with a reassuring smile. "We'll do everything in our power to help," he promised

The herbalist offered a weary smile in return, gratitude shining in her tired eyes. "Thank you," she whispered.

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As they neared the gaping maw of the cave, a suffocating atmosphere descended upon them, thick with the scent of decay and the weight of foreboding darkness that seemed to engulf their very thoughts.

"Well, this is cozy." Varric quipped as he looked around the dank surroundings.

"Stay alert, everyone," Hawke cautioned,  "We don't know what we'll find in here, but we can't afford to let our guard down."

As they ventured deeper into the cave, the oppressive darkness seemed to constrict around them, enveloping them in a suffocating embrace. The jagged walls of the cavern loomed ominously overhead, casting eerie shadows that danced and flickered with every flicker of their torchlight. The air grew thick and stagnant, heavy with the musty scent of damp and  decay.

The further into the cave they went, the colder the air seemed to grow, the darkness more palpable. The glow of Anders staff, and light of Hawkes torch, seemed to hardly penetrate the growing darkness.

As they walked Fenris found himself battling the urge to cough, his chest tightening with each breath. It started as a subtle tickle, but with each passing moment, the sensation intensified, becoming an insistent itch that refused to be ignored. The dampness of the cave air only seemed to exacerbate the irritation, clinging to his lungs and irritating his throat.

Anders cast a concerned glance in Fenris's direction, noting the subtle tremor in his hands and the pallor that had begun to settle over his features. Sensing something amiss, he moved closer to Fenris, his expression creased with worry.

"Are you alright?" Anders asked, his voice low with concern.

Fenris's gaze flickered briefly towards Anders before quickly averting, "I'm fine Anders," he muttered.

Anders's brow furrowed with concern, but dismissed it for now, it was likely just the lighting of the cave playing tricks on his mind.

Varric chuckles slightly, “I keep telling you not to bring elves into caves Hawke. Do you remember Daisy in the Deep Roads? I though she might actually spring into spontaneous dance when we finally got to the surface.”

Hawke frowns, “Are you trying to say that elves are… allergic to caves Varric?”

Varric gestures at Fenris, as if the elfs very existence is somehow proof of his point.

“Merrill was fine at Sundermount…” Hawke says slowly.

“Ah, but Sundermount is some magically elfy cave.” Varric counters.

Stopping for a few seconds Hawke turns to Anders, “Please tell me that Varric is talking nonsense.”

Anders glanced between Hawke and Varric, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips despite the seriousness of their situation. "Well, I'm no expert on elven physiology, but I think Varric might be indulging in a bit of exaggeration."

Fenris shot Varric a pointed look, his expression a mixture of irritation and amusement. "I assure you, Varric, I am not allergic to caves," he retorted, his tone dry.

Varric made a dismissive sound, "you're no fun. If Riviani were here she'd  have backed me up."

Despite the groups casual banter, Fenris found himself unable to shake the discomfort gnawing at him. His eyes stung with an unexplained burning sensation, and the urge to cough grew stronger with each passing moment. A subtle tension began to throb at his temples, hinting at the onset of a headache. He glanced briefly at Anders, for a brief moment considering reaching out to the healer, but quickly pushed down that thought. He chided himself for even considering such a notion; a mere cough and headache were hardly worth troubling Anders over.

Hawke led the way, his senses alert for any sign of danger lurking in the shadows. Varric kept up a steady stream of commentary, his jokes and quips a welcome distraction from the suffocating tension that hung in the air.

As they ventured deeper into the labyrinthine passages of the cave, the air grew thicker, heavy with the scent of damp earth and decay. Fenris's chest tightened further, each breath a struggle against the invisible weight pressing down on his lungs.

Anders reached out a hand, resting it gently on Fenris's shoulder. "Are you sure you're alright?" he asked, his voice laced with genuine concern.

Fenris hesitated, his gaze flickering between Anders and the darkness looming ahead. "I'll manage," he replied gruffly, though the strain in his voice betrayed his true feelings.

Anders regarded Fenris with a mixture of concern and skepticism, but ultimately nodded, they had gotten closer recently, but what they had was still tenious, vulnerable, and Anders felt it possibly wasn't the time to push.

As they turned a corner, a faint glow caught their attention, beckoning them further into the depths of the cavern. The soft, eerie light emanated from clusters of dark blue fungi dotting the walls and floor, casting a surreal blue glow that danced and flickered with otherworldly beauty.

As they approached the source of the glow, the air seemed to grow heavier, thick with the pungent scent of the sorrowcap fungus. Hawke's brow furrowed in concern as he surveyed the cavern, taking note of the eerie bioluminescence that bathed everything in an otherworldly hue.

Fenris shifted uncomfortably at the rear of the group, a gnawing sensation clawing at his throat with increasing intensity. His eyes stung with an irritant he couldn't quite shake, and a dull ache throbbed relentlessly at the back of his head. His steps faltered, a sudden wave of dizziness engulfing him, and he reached out instinctively to steady himself against the cold stone of the cave wall. As the dizzy spell subsided, his heart raced with a mixture of panic and relief. He stole a quick glance around, thankful that his momentary weakness had gone unnoticed amidst his companions preoccupation with the strange, glowing mushrooms ahead.

Varric eyed the mushrooms warily. "I've got a bad feeling about this. Those things look like trouble."

As they approached the clusters of mushrooms, Anders's keen eyes widened with recognition. "Sorrowcap Fungus," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've only read about it in books before. It's incredibly rare."

Hawke's expression darkened as he listened to Anders's words. "Sorrowcap," he repeated, the name resonating with a sense of foreboding. "Could these be responsible for the illness in the village?"

Anders nodded solemnly, his gaze fixed on the eerie glow of the fungi. "It's possible," he replied, his voice tinged with concern. "Sorrowcap spores are known to contain potent toxins and hallucinogens. Inhaling them could certainly explain the symptoms we've seen."

Varric scoffed, "Great. So not only are we dealing with a mysterious illness, but now we've got hallucinogenic fungi to contend with too?"

Fenris shifted uncomfortably, his hand still pressed against the cool stone wall for support. The burning sensation in his eyes had intensified, and a sharp pang of pain shot through his temples, as he struggled to suppress the need to cough.

Anders shifted his focus to Fenris, who seemed to be holding himself at a distance from the rest of the group. His posture was rigid, and his expression betrayed a discomfort that Anders couldn't ignore. "Fenris, you look unwell," he remarked, his voice gentle yet tinged with worry.

Fenris tensed at the attention, "I'm f-," but his words were cut short as a violent cough overtook him, each convulsion sending waves of pain rippling through his body. Struggling to regain his composure, he forced himself to continue, "It's just the dampness of the cave air."

Varric's brow furrowed with concern as he observed Fenris's plight. "That's a convincing argument for 'fine'," he remarked dryly, his tone laced with sarcasm.

Fenris fixed Varric with a glare, his eyes flashing with a mixture of irritation and defiance. "I'm fine," he reiterated, his tone sharper than intended.

Anders's concern for Fenris deepened as he observed the elf's obvious discomfort. Despite Fenris's insistence that he was fine, Anders couldn't shake the feeling that something was seriously wrong.

Hawke's voice broke through Anders's thoughts, drawing his attention back to the present. "Anders, how do we neutralise the spores?"

Anders pondered for a moment, quickly glancing back at Fenris,  before replying, "We need to destroy these mushrooms, but we need to do it carefully to avoid releasing more spores into the air." He looks around the chamber, "my fire magic should be able to do it, then we should check to make sure there aren't any more."

Hawke nodded in agreement with Anders's plan. "Alright, let's get to it then. Anders, you take care of these mushrooms. Varric and I will go further into the cave to make sure there aren't any more." He pauses, "Fenris... you stay with Anders."

Fenris hardly heard Hawkes words, he couldn't shake the feeling of dread that weighed heavily upon him. He didn't notice Hawke and Varric leave, his head throbbed with a relentless ache, and his vision swam with disorienting waves of color. He leant against the rough stone of the cave wall to steady himself.

Anders glanced over at Fenris, concern etched into his features. "Are you sure you're alright?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry.

Fenris's response was barely a whisper, his words choked with emotion. "I... I don't know," he admitted, pushing down the urge to physically reach out to Anders.

Anders's expression softened with understanding as he approached Fenris, his hand hovering hesitantly in the air before finally coming to rest on the elf's shoulder in a comforting gesture. "I'm going to burn these mushrooms and then we can get out of  here."

Anders's touch sent a shiver of warmth through Fenris, a stark contrast to the icy chill that seemed to permeate his very bones. He forced himself to focus on the task at hand, nodding in silent agreement as Anders moved to ignite the sorrowcap mushrooms with controlled bursts of flame.

As the flames consumed the fungi, Fenris's world seemed to blur and warp around him. The flickering flames cast dancing shadows that seemed to twist and contort into sinister shapes. His breath caught in his throat as he strained to make sense of the haunting whispers that seemed to emanate from the very walls of the cave. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat reverberating like a drum in the suffocating silence of the cavern.

As the fungi burnt a pungent odor filled the air, mingling with the dampness of the cave to create a suffocating miasma, burning the back of Anders throat slightly as he resisted the urge to cough.

Fenris's vision swam with an intensity that bordered on disorienting. The acrid scent of smoke mingled with the musty aroma of the cave, assaulting his senses with overwhelming intensity. A violent cough seized him, wracking his body with spasms of pain that threatened to engulf him. He doubled over, clutching at his chest in an attempt  to quell the rising tide of agony.

Ignoring the lingering smoke and the acrid taste of ash that coated the back of his throat, Anders rushed to Fenris's side, his hands gentle yet firm as he guided the elf to sit against the cavern wall.

"Fenris, breathe," Anders urged, focusing on keeping his voice calmer than he felt, "Focus on your breathing. In... and out."

Fenris obeyed, albeit shakily, his breaths ragged and uneven as he struggled to regain control over his trembling body. Anders's concern for Fenris only grew as he watched the elf struggle to regain his breath. It was more than obvious that Fernis was not "fine". But before he managed to voice his concern Fenris seemed to regain his composure, his breathing returning to normal as he slowly straightened his posture.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice soft yet laced with worry.

Fenris managed a weak nod, his gaze flickering briefly towards Anders before quickly averting. "I... I think so." he assured, his voice hoarse from the coughing fit. "Let's find the rest of these mushrooms so we can get out of here."

Anders regarded Fenris with a lingering gaze, his concern evident in his eyes. He hesitated for a moment, debating whether to press the issue further, but ultimately decided to focus on the task at hand for now.

"Alright," Anders replied, his voice tinged with a mixture of relief and determination. "Let's make sure make it quick though."

As they moved deeper into the cavern, Anders kept a watchful eye on Fenris, ready to offer assistance at a moment's notice. He watched as Fenris's steps faltered occasionally, how he kept pausing and staring at the darkness, his eyes betraying a hint of unease that Anders couldn't ignore.

the whispers swirled around Fenris, their insidious cadence penetrating the very depths of his consciousness, he could no longer deny the unsettling truth that something sinister lurked in the shadows. The tendrils of fear wrapped around his heart, tightening with each passing moment, fuelling his irrational desire to shield Anders from whatever malevolent presence awaited them.

Coming to an abrupt halt, Fenris scanned the cavern with a sense of urgency, his senses sharp and attuned to the slightest hint of danger. "We are not alone," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the eerie symphony of whispers that echoed through the chamber.

Anders stopped and scanned the chamber, his senses sharp and alert, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. Despite his best efforts, there was no sign of danger lurking in the shadows, no indication of any immediate threat. Frowning slightly, he adjusted the glow of his staff, illuminating the cavern with a soft, comforting light.

His attention was drawn to Fenris, who stood a few paces away, his form illuminated by the gentle glow of Anders's staff. The elf appeared unsteady on his feet, swaying ever so slightly as if struggling to maintain his balance. His eyes darted around the cavern, flickering with a mixture of confusion and unease.

Concern etched into every line of his face, Anders stepped closer to Fenris, his movements slow and deliberate. He reached out a hand, intending to offer reassurance to the elf, but Fenris flinched at the sudden contact, as if startled out of a trance.

"Fenris," Anders called softly, his voice a gentle murmur amidst the oppressive silence of the cave. "Are you alright?"

Dancing lights seemed to ove around the cavern, their ethereal glow cast a hypnotic spell upon him, drawing him in with an almost magnetic pull. Fernis couldn't shake the feeling that they held the key to unlocking the mystery of the cave, to deciphering the whispers that echoed through the darkness with haunting persistence. What troubled him most, however, was Anders's apparent obliviousness to the sinister phenomena that surrounded them.

Fenris glanced at Anders, his brow furrowed with concern as he struggled to comprehend why the healer remained unaffected by the oppressive atmosphere that weighed heavily upon them. A single thought kept repeating in his mind, Anders was in danger, he had to protect the healer from the danger that he seemed unable to see or hear.

"Anders," Fenris began, his voice low and urgent, "You... You can't see or  hear them, why?."

Anders glanced at Fenris, his brow furrowing in confusion at the elf's cryptic question. "See or hear what?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty. Despite Fenris's insistence, Anders could detect no sign of there being anything but them in the cave.

Fenris's sense of urgency only intensified as he struggled to convey the gravity of the situation to Anders. "The whispers," he insisted, his voice trembling with a mixture of fear and frustration. "The voices that echo through the darkness... Can't you hear them?"

"Fenris, I don't hear any voices," he admitted, his voice laced with worry.

 Fenris blinked, his vision swimming as he tried to make sense of the shifting shapes and flickering lights that seemed to dance just beyond his reach. How could Anders be oblivious to the sinister whispers that seemed to permeate every corner of the cavern? he looked at the mage, his features seemed to twist and contort in his gaze, instinctively he stepped back from the disconcerting image, "you are not Anders ," he accused, his voice shaking more than he would have liked.

Anders's expression faltered, confusion clouding his features as he regarded Fenris with a mixture of concern and apprehension. "Fenris, it's me," he insisted, his voice tinged with desperation. "You're just... you're not yourself right now."

But Fenris remained unconvinced, his instincts screaming at him to keep his distance from the figure before him. "You're not Anders," he repeated, his voice growing more insistent with each repetition. "You're... something else."

Realization dawned on Anders as he connected the dots, the symptoms Fenris displayed aligning all too well with sorrowcap poisoning. A sinking feeling settled in the pit of his stomach as he considered the implications of the situation.

"Fenris," Anders began, his voice steady yet tinged with concern, "I think you've been affected by the sorrowcap spores. You're experiencing hallucinations, paranoia... it's all part of the poisoning."

Fenris's gaze flickered with a mixture of disbelief and desperation as he struggled to comprehend Anders's words. "No," he protested, his voice laced with defiance. "You're lying."

Anders's heart sank at Fenris's refusal to accept the truth, he knew that Fenris's mind was clouded by the effects of the Sorrowcap Fungus, but the accusation still stung with a sharpness that Anders couldn't ignore.

"Fenris, it's me," Anders insisted, his voice laced with desperation. "I'm right here, I promise." He reached out a hand, intending to offer reassurance, but Fenris recoiled at the gesture, his expression a mixture of fear and mistrust.

But Fenris recoiled, his gaze fixed upon Anders with a mixture of fear and mistrust. "No," he protested, his voice trembling with uncertainty. "You're not him.  Give him back."

"Fenris, I know this is confusing, but you have to trust me," Anders urged, his voice soft yet firm.

As Fake Anders moved closer to him, concern etched into every line of his face, Fenris recoiled instinctively, his muscles tensing with suspicion. The healer's intentions, once genuine and kind, now seemed shrouded in shadow, his every gesture laden with hidden meaning.  Fenris stumbled, his movements clumsy and erratic as he tried to put distance between himself and Imposter Anders. As he lost his footing, Fenris stumbled, his balance forsaking him as he teetered on the brink of collapse. With a gasp of alarm, he reached out for support, but found only empty air as his fingers grasped at nothingness.

Anders rushed to Fenris's side, his heart pounding in his chest as he knelt beside the fallen elf. "Fenris, can you hear me?" he called, his voice tinged with urgency as he reached out to check for any signs of injury.

Fenris groaned weakly, his head spinning with dizziness as he struggled to focus on Fake Anders's concerned face. "Please give Anders back," he mumbled.

Anders's heart ached at Fenris's plea, the raw desperation in his voice cutting through him like a knife. He reached out, gently cupping Fenris's cheek in his hand, his touch tender yet reassuring. "Fenris, it's me. I'm right here," he murmured, his voice laced with a mixture of compassion and determination. "I won't leave you, I promise. But, we need to get you out of here," Anders urged.

"Anders doesn't like caves," Fenris muttered, seemingly to no one.

Anders's heart sank at Fenris's words, the realization hitting him like a punch to the gut. Fenris's confusion and distress were palpable, his mind ensnared by the hallucinations wrought by the toxic spores of the Sorrowcap Fungus. He sighed slightly, guilt knwing at him for what he was about to do, as much as he hated the idea of lying, of playing into the delusion he could see no other way to gain Fenris's trust through the hazy of hallucinations caused by the fungus.

"You're right, Anders doesn't like caves." Anders said softly, his voice tinged with sorrow as he gently squeezed the elf's hand.  "He's probably waiting for you outside."

As Fake Anders reached out to help him to his feet, Fenris hesitated, his muscles tense with apprehension. Everything felt confused, as if he were caught in the tangled web of a nightmare from which he couldn't wake. The only thought hat seemed to be clear was that Anders was in danger, a thought echoed by the whispers, Anders was in danger and this wasn't Anders.

He glanced at Fake Anders, his expression guarded yet tinged with a flicker of uncertainty.

Fake Anders's expression softened, his gaze filled with a silent plea for understanding. "Please, Fenris," he urged.

Fenris's resolve wavered as he met Fake Anders's gaze, the genuine concern shining in the imposter's eyes , eyes that looked so similar to Anders.

He reached out, accepting Fake Anders's hand in a silent gesture of surrender, his grip firm yet trembling with uncertainty.

Fake Anders offered Fenris a reassuring smile, his touch gentle as he helped the elf to his feet. "Come on," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Let's get you out of here."

Their journey back through the cavern was painstakingly slow, much to Anders's frustration. In a more ideal scenario, he might have considered carrying someone who had succumbed to a toxin like the sorrowcap, but given Fenris's current state of erratic behavior and paranoid delusions, such a gesture would likely have been met with resistance, if not outright hostility.

As they neared the chamber where the remnants of the first Sorrowcap Fungus still smoldered, Fenris stumbled forward, his steps faltering as he struggled to maintain his balance. Anders moved to support him, his arm looping around the elf's waist to steady him.

Fenris could feel his body swaying with the effort of remaining upright. And an instinctual impulse urged him to pull away from the person next to him, yet the reason behind the impulse remained elusive, lost in the fog of his mind. He struggled to recall why they were in this place or where exactly "here" was. All he knew was that they were supposed to be leaving, and that he had to keep walking. And he had to find Anders, Anders was in danger, that was one thing he knew for certain.

He blinked, his vision swimming as he tried to focus on Fake Anders' face. The healer's words were a distant echo, lost in the haze of confusion that clouded his mind. He could feel an arm around him, offering support, he clung to the robes of the figure, who looked like Anders, desperate to anchor his thoughts and reassure himself that Anders was there.

Anders felt a pang of worry shoot through him as Fenris's grip tightened on his robes. He could sense the confusion and disorientation emanating from the usually stoic elf. They may have grown fat closer recently, something fragile and tentative that was yet to be named, but touch was still something that was complicated between them. For Fenris to now be practically clinging to him, even if only his robes, was a stark contrast to his usual behaviour.

With a gentle touch, Anders shifted his arm to further steady Fenris, his concern evident in his eyes. "I'm here," Anders whispered softly, his voice cutting through the fog of Fenris's confusion.

"Anders..." Fenris's voice was hoarse, barely a whisper, as he struggled to focus on Fake Anders, no, real Anders, face. "We need to leave. You are in danger."

Anders's brow furrowed with concern at Fenris's words. He wasn't sure why Fenris believed he was in danger, but the fact that the elf was addressing him as Anders rather than accusing him of being an imposter was a slight improvement from the previous delusion. It was a small victory amidst the chaos that threatened to consume them.

"Fenris, I promise you, I'm safe," Anders said softly, his voice infused with reassurance. "We are both safe, we just need to get out of this cave."

Fenris's brows furrowed in confusion, his grip on Anders's robes tightening slightly. "But... the whispers... the shadows," he mumbled.

"I know, Fenris," Anders murmured, his voice a soothing presence amidst the turmoil of Fenris's thoughts. "But they are not real, I promise."

Fenris blinked, trying to focus on Anders's face, his features swimming in and out of clarity amidst the haze of his mind.  "I trust you," Fenris murmured, leaning slightly more into Anders as he fought to stay upright.

Anders felt a surge of relief as Fenris expressed trust, even in the midst of his confusion. It was a small victory, but a significant one considering the circumstances.

He glanced down the tunnel that Hawke and Varric had gone down earlier, the priority was getting Fenris out of the cave before he deteriorated further. Getting away from the spores was by no means a cure, but it would slow the progression significantly and might lessen the cognitive effects slightly. But that didn't mean he could simply leave his friends down here either.

Nearing the tunnel he shouted out to Hawke and Varric, his voice echoed through the cavern, bouncing off the walls and reverberating into the darkness ahead. There was a tense moment of silence, broken only by the faint sound of dripping water.

After what felt like an eternity Hawke's voice rang out in response, the relief evident in his tone as he called back to them. "Anders! Fenris! Are you alright?"

Anders's heart skipped a beat at the sound of Hawke's voice, a wave of relief washing over him as he called back,

"We're alright, but Fenris is... affected by the spores. We need to get out of here."

Hawke's response was immediate, his voice laced with urgency as he called back, "Understood, head to the exit we will catch up."

As anders stole another worried glance at Fenris his heart sunk. The elf's usual demeanor was crumbling before his eyes, replaced by a frailty that sent a pang of fear through Anders's chest. "Fenris," he said softly as he shifted his grip slightly in an attempt to stabilise him more, "can you hear me?"

Fenris's response was barely audible, his voice strained and distant. "Yes Anders," he murmured, his words slurred and disjointed.

Anders's heart sank at Fenris's state, the elf's condition worsening with each passing moment. He knew they needed to get out of the cave and back to the village where, now armed with the knowledge of the illnesses cause, he and the herbalist could cure the affected. Anders hesitated, weighing the options before him. Carrying Fenris would undoubtedly be the fastest way to get him out of the cave and away from the toxic spores, but the massive sword would likely pose a challenge, if not an actual safety risk. Glancing back down the passage where Hawke and Varric should soon arrive he makes a decision. Carefully he moves to remove the sword, Hawke is sure to collect it on the way past.

With the weight of the sword now lifted from Fenris's side, Anders swiftly adjusted his hold, ensuring the elf's stability. He repositioned his grip on Fenris, carefully securing him with one arm wrapped around his waist, while the other hand slid beneath Fenris's knees, lifting him off the ground.

Anders felt Fenris's tension and hesitated, his grip tightening slightly in reassurance. "It's okay, Fenris," he murmured softly, his voice a soothing presence amidst the chaos that surrounded them. "I've got you."

Fenris's breath caught in his throat as he leaned into Anders's touch, the warmth of the healer's embrace offering a measure of comfort amidst the darkness that threatened to consume him. He closed his eyes briefly, willing away the dizzying sensation that washed over him, as he subconsciously tried to pull himself closer into Anders's embrace.

Anders couldn't help but chuckle slightly, "Who knew all it would take to make you more affectionate was a bit of poison?" he teased.

As Fenris leaned into Anders's embrace, he mumbled something in response, but Anders couldn't quite make out the words.

Anders didn't press Fenris for a response, he wasn't sure that Fenris was even lucid enough to understand what was happening. With careful steps, Anders began to carry Fenris out of the cave, his movements steady despite the weight of the sick elf in his arms.

As they emerged from the darkness of the cave into the blinding light of day, Anders felt a surge of relief wash over him. The fresh air was a welcome reprieve from the oppressive atmosphere of the cave, cleansing his lungs of the acrid scent of smoke and decay.

The echoes of Hawke's voice reached his ears from behind. Anders's tense shoulders relaxed slightly at the sound, a wave of relief washing over him. He turned to see Varric and Hawke rushing towards him, Fenris's sword in Hawkes grasp.

As Hawke and Varric reached them, their concern evident in their expressions, Anders gave them a reassuring nod, indicating that Fenris was safe, albeit affected by the spores.

Hawke's brow furrowed with concern as he took in Fenris's condition, his gaze flickering between the elf and Anders. "Is he going to be alright?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry.

Anders nodded,  "There is a potion that counters the effects of the spores, fortunately the ingredients are fairly common." his voice calm yet tinged with urgency. "We need to head back to the village, now we know it's sorrowcap that's causing this. We can help everyone who's been effected."

Upon reaching the village the streets were just as quiet and abadoned as they had been that morning,  Anders wasted no time as he made his way to the the herbalist's home, where he was greeted by the comforting scent of dried herbs and potions. The woman turned to look at Anders as he entered, her eyes instantly fixing on the unconscious elf in his arms.

"We found the source of the sickness," Anders began, his voice cutting through the solemn atmosphere of the herbalist's home. "It's a fungus called sorrowcap, growing deep in the caves near the village."

The herbalist's eyes widened with concern as she listened intently, her hands pausing in their movements. "Sorrowcap?" she repeated, her voice laced with worry. "That is incredibly rare," she walked over to a bookshelf at the back of the room and started to leaf through its pages.

Anders nodded, his expression serious. "Do you have the ingredients to make the antidote?" he asked, his voice edged with urgency.

The herbalist found the page in the book she had been looking for and nodded, her gaze shifting to the shelves lining the walls of her home. "Yes," she glanced around the room, "we will need a large batch." She gestured to one of the empty cots, inviting Anders to lay Fenris down. "I can help with the potion," Anders says as he moves to the cot.

The herbalist wasted no time in gathering the necessary ingredients from her shelves. Bottles of dried herbs and vials of liquid were swiftly collected and laid out on a nearby table, the herbalist's hands moving quickly and confidently.

As the potion brewed, tension hung thick in the air, mingling with the pungent aroma of herbs and alchemical ingredients. Anders kept a vigilant eye on Fenris, his worry for the elf evident in the furrow of his brow. Despite the urgency of the situation, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling of guilt that tugged at his conscience.

Hawke paced restlessly nearby, his concern mirrored in his every movement. Varric leaned against a nearby table, his gaze flitting between Anders and the brewing potion, his mind undoubtedly racing with thoughts of their next move.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the herbalist stepped back from the cauldron, a look of satisfaction crossing her features. "It's ready," she announced.

With a sense of relief washing over him, Anders stepped forward, his attention fully on the potion simmering in the cauldron. He reached for a ladle, carefully scooping out a sample to inspect its consistency and color.

Hawke approached, his eyes fixed on the potion with a mix of hope and apprehension. "Will it work?" he asked, his voice betraying the weight of their situation.

Anders nodded, relief evident in his expression. "It should," he replied, his voice steady despite the lingering uncertainty.

The herbalist nodded, "It may take a few days for full recovery, but the potion should work on even the most seriously effected."

As Anders carefully poured the potion into vials, he couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment mixed with trepidation. The immediate crisis was averted, but the aftermath would require careful attention and monitoring.

Once the vials were filled, Anders turned to Hawke and Varric, holding out the potions for them to take. "We need to distribute these to the affected villagers as soon as possible," he said, his voice resolute. "Make sure they take it immediately."

Hawke nodded, his expression grim yet determined. "We'll handle it," he replied, taking the vials from Anders and motioning for Varric to follow.

Anders watched them go, a weight lifting from his shoulders as he turned his attention back to Fenris. The elf still lay unconscious on the cot, his breathing steady but shallow. Anders approached, checking Fenris's pulse and monitoring his condition closely.

As Anders tended to Fenris, the herbalist approached him, her expression thoughtful. "You seem troubled, healer," she remarked softly. "Your friend will recover, along with the villagers."

Anders offered a small, appreciative nod to the herbalist, though his troubled expression remained. "I know he will," he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty. "It's just... been a difficult day."

The herbalist regarded Anders with a knowing look, her gaze filled with empathy. "Difficult indeed," she murmured, her voice soft yet comforting. "You and your friends saved many lives today, most people would not have cared enough to enter those caves."

Anders took in the herbalist's words, a mixture of gratitude and guilt swirling within him. "We couldn't stand by and do nothing," he said, his voice reflective. "Not when people were suffering."

The herbalist offered Anders a reassuring smile, her eyes reflecting understanding. "You have a good heart, healer. That much is clear," she said warmly. "But remember to take care of yourself as well. It's easy to lose sight of your own well-being when you're focused on helping others."

Anders nodded, the weight of her words sinking in. "Thank you," he said softly, appreciating her wisdom. "I'll keep that in mind."

With a gentle pat on Anders's shoulder, the herbalist turned to attend to her duties, leaving Anders to ponder her words.

Fun fact; as a person with schizoaffective disorder I may enjoy making characters experience some aspect of psychosis way too much...

[aceandurmom]

Harlequin Hearts: The Archivist's Swordsmaster Affair Chapter One

//////////THIS IS ONLY ON TUMBLR, UNDER ACEANDURMOM////////////

Buggy was now an Emperor of the Sea. 

Fuck.

Now how the hell were you supposed to do your job in peace!?

It was already hard enough to keep every one of his records, maps, diary entries, accounts, and logs in order. Now he was going to be up your ass about more shit that you didn’t get paid enough to do. Groaning, you threw your hands up in defeat. The news had been released only a few hours ago, but already the cheering and jarring from above you was sign enough everyone knew of the development. There was no way you could keep up with even more of his bizarre requests. 

Though you may complain and grumble about the man frequently, Captain Buggy was a wonder. He was kind, saving the freaks from whatever failed them in their past life, giving them a new place to thrive after doing so. He had saved you from an ass of a boss, constantly on you about whatever you had failed to do in his eyes. 

Buggy had gone through your work, all the organization and records you kept tidy. He had been impressed, thrilled even while watching you work. 

After freeing you from your dick of a boss, he had opened his arms wide. And who were you to refuse such a grand gesture?

–

It had been weeks since the reveal, and it was just now starting to return to normal on the Big Top. 

You had gone up to the Captain’s office, needing to ask a question. Knocking softly, you announced your presence. 

“Captain Buggy? I have a quick question, sir.”

Leaning in to try to hear a response, you heard none. Figuring he wasn’t in at the moment, you had stepped away. 

Only to hear soft curses echo from the other side. Fearing that something had gone wrong as you had never heard your captain in such low spirits, you had rushed to the door. Fumbling around in your pockets, you tried to scavenge for the master key the Captain had provided for you. He had trusted you as one of the more responsible on the ship, so if you ever needed to ask or do something, he had given you access to every room available on the ship. Finding the small thing, you deftly unlocked the door and bursted in the room. 

In front of your wide eyes, there was a beast of a man looming over top of your boss. 

Buggy was in tears, bleeding from all the scrapes and cuts littering his skin. His left eye was busted, already darkening in a rather large bruise. His detached head was held firmly in the larger man’s hand. 

Face turning to see his identity, you stiffened before snarling. 

Sir Crocodile, former Warlord that had only just recently escaped from Impel Down. Turning his head, he saw your face. 

“And what are you doing with a face like that, little one.”

He was angry, eyebrows furrowed and annoyed at the interruption. 

You were not faring much better, rage building up in your chest. 

“And what the fuck do you think your doing to my Captain, sir?”

Teeth bared, you moved so that your back not once faced him. You went to your captain’s side, cradling his body there. 

“Surely you know better than to simply attack a newly named Emperor of the Sea, I thought you smarter than that.”

“Your mouth will get you in trouble.”

Buggy laughed, elbowing you hard in the side. Grunting, you just ignored the warning.

“And so will your arrogance, Sir.”

“Clown, get your little whore in line before I put their mouth to use myself.”

Buggy’s eyes flashed. It was fine if others attacked and mocked him, but not the crew he cared for so much. The ones he thought of as family and cared for as such. 

“Watch what you say, Croccy, that’s my Archivist you're speaking to. They are not some measly whore.”

Eyebrow raised in thought, the large man dropped Buggy’s head. Confused, the clown swiftly reattached it before watching in horror as he directed his sights on you. 

His hook pointed at your chest, pushing you lightly. 

“So you're the one in charge of the clown’s accounts?”

Nodding, you confirmed the fact. Eyes narrowed, the reptile leaned in further. 

“Then you're the reason the clown is in trouble now.”

“I beg your pardon? I have every loan, purchase, payment logged in that room up there-”

Pointing up, you continued.

“There is nothing that I have missed. It is literally impossible for me to miss any tidbit of information or unpaid debt. My eyes are enhanced by my Devil Fruit, the Read-Read Frit, and you will do well to remember that.”

Hatred colored your voice, not at all phased by the mounting rage in his eyes. Nor were you aware of a sweating Buggy lingering behind you.

“I, uh…”

Both heads whipped to the stuttering clown, Crocodile annoyed and you just as much. Here you were trying to save his ass and he was stuttering in front of a rival. You tried to shut him up, but despite the fearful facade, he was determined to do right by you. 

“I hide the records of my loan from Croccy.”

Mouth dropping, you tried to see if the man was lying. Silent, you rose to your feet and turned your whole body to the man.

“You mean to tell me.”

Pausing, you tried to calm yourself by taking a deep breath. Pointing to yourself, you reiterated the importance of you being here. 

“You hid one of the records concerning a large amount of money you owed a former warlord and just…..DIDN’T TELL ME!?”

Growling, you launched yourself at your beloved captain. Hands covering his neck, you tried to choke the ever loving shit of him. 

Crocodile pinched the bridge of his nose, not at all pleased with what he was hearing. 

“Not only that, dear Archivist, but this crew of yours has someone named him the Chairman of the Cross Guild. The Guild including Buggy, Mihawk, and I that is going to be used to palace bounties on Marines.”

Freezing, you glanced back at the imposing figure lingering behind you. Cocking a brow you leaned in further to the blue haired one under you.

“First you were named an Emperor, now you're the Chairman of an organization that will inevitably bring the entirety of the Navy down upon us?”

Deflating, you released the Captain. Leaning back on your hands, you stared at the ceiling, trying to comprehend the situation you found yourself in. Hand laying over your eyes, you spoke to the man you adored like a brother. 

“When were you going to inform me of this, Captain? I would have loved to help you or assist if you allowed me to do so.”

Shifting, the clown had the decency to look flustered. 

“I didn’t think it would get this unruly, Star, apologies.”

“Apology accepted.”

Standing, you brushed off your knees and faced the other man in the room who had waited so patiently. 

“Apologies. I’m the Archivist of the Buggy Pirates and I will extend my services to both you and Mihawk as I know you two have none. Leave a list of tasks for me to accomplish once we land on Karai Bari and I will have them done in ample time.”

Crocodile looked at you strangely for a moment before huffing. Reaching into his breast pocket, he plucked a cigar and tucked it into his mouth. Breathing in, he retrieved his lighter and lit it. Puffing slightly, he withdrew the stick from his mouth before offering you a puff. Seeing no reason to deny, you accepted. Huffing a few times, you gave him back his cigar. Holding in the smoke for a minute, you tried to steady your thinking before releasing the breath. 

Reaching a hand out, you offered to shake his hand.

An offer he accepted. 

“It’ll be a pleasure to work with you, Archivist.”

Nodding, you reciprocated.

“And you, Sir.”

Smug, the reptile smirked at Buggy before dissipating into sand and leaving the office. 

Still, you tried to make sense of what had just happened. Buggy approached from behind, hand gently holding your shoulder before he laid his head on your other. 

“I truly hoped not to get you involved, Star. I know how easily you get stressed, I’m sure this was the last thing you wanted to happen.”

He was so quiet, voice bordering on silence as he whispered his sincere apology to you. You deflated, any ounce of anger or irritation leaving. You only nodded, leaning your head on top of his, seeking his comfort even if only for a second. 

“I trust you, Captain. I will follow you until the end of the GrandLine.”

He smiled, soft. 

“I know.”

–

There was once a time where you would have been appalled at the situation you now found yourself in. 

Posture perfect, outfit coordinating with your captain, you stood proud beside him as the rest of the crew scrambled to anchor down the Big Top. The two of you were elbow to elbow, seeking out the other’s presence to ground each other. As the ship was finally bound to the Island, the two of you watched as the Strongest Swordsman appeared with Crocodile on the shore. Nodding to the other two men, Buggy took your arm and assisted you down and onto solid land.

Turning, you bowed to the two and introduced yourself, Crocodile was going to have to sit through it again even if he didn’t want to, you wanted to make a good impression on the raven haired man in front of you. 

“Greetings, I am the Big Top’s Archivist. I am offering the two of you my services seeing as neither of you have archivists of your own. My work is done perfectly as I have the Read Read Fruit. Nothing escapes me and it takes me nearly no time at all to read through documents. If you wish for my assistance, simply ask or hand a list off to my Captain. He will ensure it reaches me.”

Crocodile nodded, already hearing the spiel once before. Granted, you had been pissed at the time. Now, you were calm and collected, already knowing what you were to say in front of them. 

The reptile chuckled quietly. 

“Odd to have you so cool, the last time I heard that you were trying to rip my head off with your eyes.”

Coughing, you blushed.

“Yes, that was a poor choice on my part. I sincerely apologize for that entire situation. Had I known the truth I assure you I would not have reacted as such.”

He waved you off, answering swiftly. 

“Nonsense. It was refreshing to see someone stand up for their captain, regardless of who was in the wrong. Your loyalty was proven to me, and I intend on keeping you to that standard.”

Nodding, you tried to ignore the praise freely given by the man. You thanked him before returning to the Swordsman. Raising a brow, you wondered what he would say to you, if he would even need an archivist at his disposal. 

The stoic man locked eyes on your own. Stifling a shiver, you tried to ignore being undressed by the man’s intense gaze. You wanted to bare everything to him, no secret left unsaid or rock unturned. 

“I accept your proposal. I have a few logs I need organized.”

It was simple, straight to the point. 

God, was he attractive. 

Clearing his throat, Buggy stepped in front of you, trying to hide you away from the opposing men. 

Posturing proudly, the clown announced his presence and reveled in the attention he received. Glancing back at you, he was glad to find that you relaxed even a little bit, now no longer the intense eyes of either man. 

Walking along the path, Buggy attached himself to your side, leading the three of you down to the main tent he had established years ago. 

“Welcome to Karai Bari, boys! This is the home island of yours truly! I will have your tents erected in a few days max, if you would like anything specifically feel free to request away, my workers are the best this side of the GrandLine!”

You had been to the island a few times in the past. Buggy was fond of the place, taking the freaks he had saved here when they did not desire to become pirates. They established themselves here, safe from prying eyes and other pirate crews. No one really bothered with the place, not aware that they were under the protection of a, now, Emperor of the Sea. 

Buggy provided for them in any way he could, assisting them with their livelihood whenever asked. It was another one of the reasons you respected him so much. 

The former Warlords simply observed the sight around them, taking note of everything occurring. They had walked through the markets, everyone in a stall and street stopping to wave or greet the clown enthusiastically. The blue haired man smiled back, not once refusing a hug or handshake from any of the villagers. 

“It seems you are well liked here, Clown.”

Hawkeye observed casually. 

“Captain himself takes care of those who live here under his protection. He knows everyone here and what they do on the island, their role in society. Their names, parents, and children, or even pets are known to him. He is a kind man.”

You responded, not once shying away from their prying eyes. You wanted to prove that Buggy was a good man, a reliable one. If all it took was hyping him up with genuine compliments, then you would do so gladly. 

“How long have you sailed with him, Archiver?”

The reptile asked this time, though it looked as if the Swordsman was curious as well. 

“Hmm.”

Humming, you thought on your answer. 

“I have sailed with Captain since I was 16, he saved me from a former Boss of mine.”

“How old are you now then?”

You raised a finger to your lips, winking at the duo.

“I’ll keep that a secret for now. It is not wise to divulge too much information about myself, now is it?”

Crocodile looked to want to pry, but a look from Buggy had him keeping quiet. Normally, it would not deter him, but…

To be fair, you were his Archivist first. You had only offered your services to the two of them in response to your captain’s poor decisions. 

Crocodile was curious of you, of how a man such as the Clown could acquire such a level headed person on his crew. Let alone one that wanted to work on his crew and stand proudly by his side. 

Dracule Mihawk was puzzled by you. Someone so put together was willingly standing beside Buggy the Clown without a hint of regret or unease radiating off of you. Not to mention you were a sight for sore eyes, not that he would admit it, of course.

!End of Teaser!

The trio of important men stood around awkwardly in Buggy’s quarters. None of them willing to back down from the schlong measuring competition.

You decided to be the bigger person. 

Clearing your throat, you addressed the room. 

“Right. Now, what is it that you all wish to accomplish together as the Cross Guild. Surely there are predetermined goals you three have agreed on, yes?”

Circling around them, you made it to the desk under the window. Slipping into the chair, you rummaged through the desk drawers. Finding a slightly yellowed notepad, you reached for the fountain pen in your breast pocket. Uncapping the tool, you went to start writing down their thoughts. Hearing no words enter the space, you looked up over your reading glasses at the trio. Hands gesturing to them, you waved them on. Making eye contact with the reptile, you sighed. 

“No??? Nothing? “

Exasperated, you leaned back in the rolling chair. 

“So you mean to tell me you set up this little club so that three grown men with powerful status such as yourselves are together for playdates, then?” 

Buggy laughed, quickly stifling it once the other two shot glares at him. Crocodile huffed, glaring at the clown before turning back to you. 

“We discussed this earlier-”

“Yes, yes, I know of putting bounties on the Navy, but are there any other goals you wish to achieve? Anything specific?”

Hawkeye watched as you grew more and more frustrated at their lack of response. He had to admit, he knew where you were coming from. From what he had observed, you were a pen on paper kind of person, one who desired even the minor details. Having written down or any other explicit goal was doing more than annoy you. Having come kind of mercy, the Swordsman went to open his mouth before the clown stepped in. The Clown was glaring at him from the corner of his eye, feeling very much territorial over his Archivist. 

Arms thrown in a reassuring gesture, the Clown approached you with a kind smile. 

“Of course I have a plan for all of us, my Star! I wouldn’t join this little crew without a proper plan in place!”

Skeptical, the other two men watched as he tried to calm your ever burning rage. Lifting yourself so that you were bent over the desk, you reached a hand out and grasped the man’s ruffled collar. Getting in his face, you stared into his eyes, trying to detect any hint of a lie. 

“Then spill it, Captain. And it better not be some impromptu bullshit that you spout to try to get yourself out of the mess you created and dragged me into.”

Pointer finger straight up, the man corrected you.

“Technically, you joined of your own free will-”

Jerking him closer to you, you pressed your nose into his own. 

“You say that as if any Nakama of yours wouldn’t die, kill, or endure hell on earth for you, idiot. If you get involved in something, the rest of us are going down with you, jackass.”

Releasing him, you lightly pushed him away before taking up the pen once again. 

“Alright then, go on.”

Sweating and crossing his fingers behind his back, the Clown shook away the nervousness. Shooting a look to the other two men, the man smiled, trying to encourage them to go along with whatever he was about to pull out of his ass. 

“I have a plan.”

“Yes, we’ve established this.”

“To take Red Haired Shanks out of the race for the One Piece.”

Silence took over the room, a shock taking over everyone involved. 

Sputtering, you tried to understand what was being said to you. 

You knew that your Captain adored the man. The two had been Cabin Boys under Gol D. Roger before. They were lovers, ever since they were children. To this day Buggy regularly contacted the ginger man, uttering praise and endearment. To hear him say such a thing….

Unless he knew something the other two didn’t. 

Like if the man never planned to pursue the treasure in the first place. 

Finally clicking in place, you looked back up to the man you saw as a brother. Nodding, you offered a look of understanding. 

“Okay.”

Uttering the acknowledgement, you let the pen write out the goal, effortlessly gliding across the paper. The ink took hold, permanently marking the tarnished paper underneath. 

“With this, I attest that the Cross Guild, made up of Former Warlord and King of Alabasta Sir Crocodile-”

Pointing to the man, you continued before gesturing to the other. 

“Dracule Mihawk, the Strongest Swordsman in the World and Former Warlord-”

And then to your beloved Captain. 

“And Chairman Buggy D. Star Clown, one of the Four Emperors of the Sea, will bring down the Navy and remove Chief Akagami Shanks, another of the Emperors of the Sea, from the race to the One Piece. This, I do declare a witness of the Sea.”

A shudder swept through the room, a stillness taking over even the Ocean outside. 

Buggy nodded, already knowing what you had planned from the start.

Mihawk was confused, what exactly just happened?

The reptile seemed to have the same question, going to approach you and ask you personally, he was stopped by a disembodied hand. 

“I recommend you don’t take another step. They’re still in the process of solidifying a few details of the contract.”

“What contract, Clown?”

Mihawk had asked, but his tone had not matched Crocodile’s. While Crocodile said ‘clown’ as a kind of insult, Mihawk said the word as his title. It was what he called Buggy, not with his nose upturned, but simply as his name. It endeared you to him, more so than whatever you felt to the failed Conqueror. 

“To put it simply, they are writing up a contract with the Ocean itself. Whatever they write with that pen, it is law, not just a promise or a goal. You know of the Read Read Fruit, but there are other abilities that the Fruit allows them to possess.”

“It will do you well to explain them while you’re ahead, clown.”

Buggy paused, trying to think about a good way to explain his Archivist to his new allies.

“You, see, the Read Read Fruit isn’t just about reading through logs or records incredibly fast and being able to process it. It also allows them to write an oath into existence, one that must be met by all parties mentioned. If not, then there are consequences for not doing so. Of course, there are a few other things my little Star can do, but that would be giving away all our tricks too early.”

A wicked grin split across the captain’s face, a knowing glint hidden in his light blue eyes. 

This duo was already starting to prove to be more than either Warlord expected. 

“So this Devil Fruit they ate, how long have they had it?”

Crocodile questioned, enamored by the seemingly endless possibilities this Fruit seemed to have. Who knows what all they could swear to the Sea-

A knowing glare made its way to the Clown, already he was starting to see how this cold blooded fool failed to conquer Alabasta. He was cunning, yes, but he made himself too obvious. Anyone within a 50 mile radius knew what he was wanting to do. 

“Nice try, Croc, but you aren’t making my Archivist do anything they don’t want to do. Not under my watch.”

“Need I remind you who I am-”

Turning to face him, Buggy’s eyes hardened, resolve never burning away. 

“It will do you well to remember that I am no mere pirate captain from the East Blue. I am a former member of the Roger Pirates, Emperor of the Sea, and control one of the largest networks across the GrandLine.”

Not stopping there, the clown slowly stepped into the man’s area.

“It will do you well not to forget it, Lizard.”

Spite clear in his tone, Crocodile was taken aback by the sudden change. 

Throwing one last glare to the taller man, Buggy swiveled back to his dear sibling. 

Clapping his hands, Buggy threw back on his charming smile.

“Star! Are you about done?”

It took a few more moments, but you finished. 

Capping the pen, you threw one last glance over the document before you dipped your head to Captain.

“Aye, sir, it’s done. Bound by my blood and the Sea itself.”

Grimacing a little, Buggy forgot how the contract was to be officialized.

Mihawk perked up, not at all expecting words from your mouth. Curious, he surveyed your hands that were currently placing the pen back to its place in your pocket. Your hands were smaller than his, not that that was what caught him off guard, instead it was the gaping wound in the center of your palm. Without thinking, the hawk approached soundlessly. Grasping your hand in his, he rolled your wrist to get a better look at it. From the looks of it, you had stabbed about half the pen’s length into your hand, intrigued, he continued to observe. 

“Do tell me, how exactly does this binding contract of yours work?”

Letting your hand lay where it was, cradled in between his own, you tried to explain. 

“It is my blood that solidifies the contract, it is what the pen writes in. Without it, the paper is just that- a paper. There is nothing tying you to the words written on it otherwise.”

“That is how your Fruit works in this regard, then?”

“Yes.”

“I see.”

Finally realizing he had been holding your hand for so long, Mihawk relieved you of his presence. A little glum, you accepted the motion.

Seeing the interaction, Buggy pouted.

“STaArrRRRar, let me help you wrap it uuuppppp, your pretty skin needs to be cared for!!!”

Beaming at the childish behavior, you couldn’t help but chuckle at the man child. 

“Of course. Let me-”

“Allow me.”

Mihawk cut in, hand grasping your own and twirling you into his embrace. Flustered, you had floundered a bit before finding your feet. Placing a hand over your waist, Dracule steadied you. Holding out his arm, the man spoke.

“If I may?”

Peering into his eyes, you attempted to discern his intentions. Only to find nothing but pure honesty there. 

“If that is your desire.”

Buggy whined louder than before. If that was even possible. Hand chopping at the base of his wrist, he tugged you towards him. Unknowingly dragging Mihawk behind you as well. When the two of you crashed into the Clown, he had flailed before falling on his ass. 

Dracule, ever the gentleman, reached out and clutched at your hand. Only for it to be the one you injured just minutes past. Eyes widened a fraction, the man apologized before switching his hand. 

“My apologies, I did not mean to further harm you.”

“Nonsense, it was not you intention.”

Crocodile watched the whole thing with a grimace, cringing from the entire situation. 

This was his life now. 

–

Buggy had managed to pull you away from the other two in record time, insting you accompany him to his room so that he may bandage your palm. 

He had sat you down on his bed, leaving momentarily to grab the first aid kit under his bathroom counter. Popping the box open, he kneeled down in front of you. Reaching out, he offered his open hand for you to place yours. 

Accepting his request, you laid your hand over his own. 

Tentatively, he plucked a pair of tweezers up and held your hand steady. Selecting a cotton ball, he dowsed it in the bedside whiskey he always had readily available. Delicately, he tapped the soaked cloth onto your wound. Hissing, you softly cursed at the man. He smiled at you, too happy to help to scold you at this very second.

“I wish you didn’t go so deep.”

“It is not as if I have not done worse.”

You had caught him off guard. Trying not to laugh at the dark humor, he had stifle the grin. 

“I still wish you the same. No matter if you have had worse or no, you do not deserve it.”

“If it gets Hawkeyes to hold my hand like that then I will continue to do so.”

You playfully retorted. 

Stiffening, Buggy ignored the comment. Lightly, you kicked his stomach.

In response, the Captain pressed harder with the alcohol. 

“Oh, fuck! Fuck you!”

Finally losing it, you watched as your brother started to cackle wildly. 

Dear Nika, you loved the idiot. 

“Oh shut up, don’t act as if I forgot the little stunt you pulled today. Shanks will be furious with you.”

Sobering from his earlier fit, Buggy eyed you from under his Captain’s hat. 

“I’ll tell you a little secret.”

Leaning in, Buggy made to whisper in your ear. As soon as he turned to you, he clenched your hand tightly, causing you to yelp, before wrapping it rather efficiently with a bandage.

“Shanks never intended to go after the One Piece, Star.”

Trying to whisper as lowly as him, as you knew he did not want anyone else to know, you responded.

“I assumed so. You felt rather confident earlier.”

“I can say with 100% certainty that his plans will not change once I inform him of such.”

“I hope you’re right about this, Captain. People change after all.”

“He has been by my side since day one, not once has he left me by myself or out of the loop. He has never not told me about what he was thinking or planning. Star, please, trust me on this.”

Peeling away from each other, you peered down at your Captain. Your brother in all but blood. 

“Alright.”

Brightening, he grinned, teeth bared.

“Thank you, Star.”

“Under one condition.”

Deflating, he groaned.

“I knew it. It was too easy.”

“Oh stop your bitching, sir. I only had a quick ask.”

Eyebrows shooting up, he leaned into you. 

“Of course, ask away! You never ask for anything! Tell me, tell me, tell me!!!”

Now embarrassed, you wondered if it was wise to ask such a thing from him. Surely he was going to make it a bigger deal than needed. 

“I…now I’m embarrassed!”

Hands covering your face, you tried to peel the captain away from your knees. Whining, he only clutched at you tighter.

“Nooooooo, you have to tell me now!”

“Fine…give me a second…”

Respecting your wishes, Buggy only hugged your knees to his chest. Eyes closed, he waited fro you to respond.

You murmured out the ask.

Squinting, Buggy responded.

“Huh? Speak up, dumbass.”

Huffing, you crossed your arms.

“I asked if I could call you my brother, asshat. Now I don’t-”

Unsuspecting, you reeled back at the dramatic gasp and cry of the man next to you. Launching himself up and on top of you, he only held you tight against his chest. Ugly sobbing, the man snotted all over your nice ass shirt.

“O-O-O-OF COURSEE!!!”

Continuing his sobbing, you lay dealing with the consequences of your actions. Exhaling, you pat his back, comforting him in his obvious time of need.

“There, there, Captain.”

“DO YOU REALLY THINK OF ME AS A BROTHER!?”

Playfully knocking him aside the head, you giggled at the foolish man. 

“Yes, Captain, I have for a while now.”

Cradling his head, you hugged him dearly.

“You have been the reason I get up in the mornings for years now. I cannot thank you enough for being my rock.”

Sniffing wetly, the clown nodded fervently. 

“Brother! Call me brother, idiot! I will not allow you to call me anything else, no more captain or sir!”

“...that’s a little much. I can’t not call you sir, sir. It’s instilled in me.”

“Only in front of others, then!”

“I’ll work on it.”

“Good! Now.”

Questiongly, you looked down at the man.

Hand coming up, but still hugging you, the Clown removed his hat, letting loose the absolute mane of hair underneath. Eyes sparkling, you couldn’t help but comb through it with your fingers.

“Your hair is gorgeous, sir.”

“Brother. But, I know….I can help you with yours if you wish?”

Blinking, you tried to comprehend the offer. 

Only to accept, shouting excitedly at the prospect. 

Buggy watched you. 

Happy. 

His little Star was happy now. Genuine happiness and not that pretend shit you used to do in front of everyone. 

He was so proud of you. 

His Archivist. 

His Star.

–

The morning sun offended you, dearly so. Practically screaming at you, the sun roused you from your sleep. Blearily blinking open your eyes, you tried to take in your unfamiliar surroundings. 

Only to look down and see Buggy’s face pressed against your side, still asleep. 

The night before flashed in your mind, heat raising and taking its place along your cheeks. 

It had been a while since you had been so embarrassed. But, it was nice being vulnerable for once. 

Finding yourself enjoying your position, you were incredibly reluctant to get up and go do actual work. 

At least, until your mind flickered to the two former Warlords more than likely already up and about creating mass chaos. 

Smoothing down the clown’s hair, you slowly detached yourself from the man before climbing out of bed. 

God, you worked too hard sometimes.

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[theladyofdeath]

Elide and Lorcan having an angsty fight. And when they see eachother again they're standing under a mistletoe. Maybe they make up or maybe they don't who knows.

I never asked a prompt before... I Just really want to read some Elorcan so this is the first thing that popped in my mind😅

A/N: I love this prompt! I hope you enjoy this drabble and had an amazing holiday season! x

T/W: language

A winter storm was brewing outside, but inside of Elide and Lorcan’s living room, a holiday party was thriving.

It was difficult to plan and throw a party when you’re hardly speaking to your significant other…which Lorcan hadn’t in nearly two days. Every time he passed his fiancé, they barely acknowledged one another.

Their fight had been the worst one yet. Although both of them were stubborn, Lorcan’s temper was a little harsher than Elide’s. He knew it was a character flaw, but he was too stubborn to work on it. When he got angry, he didn’t want to fix it, he just wanted to stay pissed off.

And he had stayed pissed off for two days.

It didn't stop them from hosting their Christmas party. It didn't stop Elide from cooking all day, and it didn't stop Lorcan from cleaning the house to perfection. He always cleaned better when he was pissed the hell off. He was an angry-scrubber.

Although their friends seemed to be having a great time, the tension between the two of them was evident. Aside from lingering glares, Lorcan hadn't bothered to say a word to Elide, and she didn't bother saying a word to him.

It was ridiculous.

He knew it.

And he didn't care.

Planning a wedding was stressful.

It was even more stressful when a date could not be set.

Lorcan asked Elide to marry him a year ago. Last Christmas, he had gotten down on one knee and popped the question. When she had said yes, it had been the greatest moment of his life. Every hardship he had endured didn't seem so bad, because they had led him to her, to her saying yes to becoming his wife.

But even a year later, Elide didn't want to set a date.

Lorcan didn't get it. He didn't understand it. He knew that Elide loved him, which only made him that much more confused on why she couldn't settle on a day to marry him, to take that final step. It confused him so much that he picked a fight, had started yelling at her and acting a fool when he asked her about setting a date again, and she said that she didn't know.

Their fight had ended with Lorcan saying the awful words: Then maybe we shouldn't even get married.

Since those words left his mouth, silence was all that laid between them.

Now, the room around Lorcan was filled with holiday cheer but he felt none of it. Every minute that passed with that tension between them just felt off, awful, not right.

Lorcan lifted his glass to his lips only to find it empty. He hadn't even realized he'd been drinking that often, but he supposed that misery loved company, and whiskey was the best company of all.

Pushing himself off the wall by Fenrys and Connall, who were bickering about something ridiculous, Lorcan strode to the kitchen with his empty glass.

And nearly ran directly into Elide.

The thing about Elide Lochan was if she was in a crowd of people, you probably wouldn't be seeing her right away, considering Lorcan had almost two feet on her. So when she came around the corner of the kitchen with her own recently filled wine glass, he had barely stopped himself before his shirt had a big red stain on it.

They both froze and stared at one another.

Lorcan cleared his throat. "Sorry."

Elide gave him a nod, her lips in a straight line.

"It's about time you two lovebirds were caught under the mistletoe."

The fucking mistletoe.

Lorcan had nearly forgotten about it until they both looked up and, surely enough, they stood underneath the neatly trimmed and hung greenery.

A sigh left him as he looked back down at Elide, who shrugged and, with a roll of her dark eyes, rose on her toes.

Lorcan leaned down and kissed her, softly. It was nothing more than a peck on the lips, but the second their mouths touched, Lorcan tasted the wine and cherry chapstick. Their kiss deepened, as every kiss that had ever occurred between the two of them had. It was something that should have only lasted a second but lasted much longer as they melted into one another.

When that kiss finally broke, they didn't part too far from one another. Lorcan brushed her hair behind her ear and shook his head. "I'm sorry."

Elide's eyes softened. "No, I'm sorry. You have every right to be frustrated with me. I just know that as soon as we set a date, the wedding planning is going to be so stressful, and I never imagined that I'd be getting married without my parents there-"

"Hey," Lorcan breathed, lifting her chin so that she met his gaze. "You don't need to explain."

"Yes, I do," she whispered, "because I don't want you thinking that I don't want to marry you. I do. Of course, I do. I love you. So much."

"I know," he said, taking her hand. "I love you, too, and we'll set a date when we set a date. As long as you're here every morning when I wake up and every night when I go to bed, that's all that matters to me."

Elide's lips slowly twisted into a small smile. "Such a softie."

"Mhmm," he said, eyes narrowing as they always did when she would tell him how romantic he was being. He kissed her, once more. "Don't tell anybody."

"Your secret is safe with me."

"Good."

Using his empty glass as an excuse, Lorcan pulled Elide into the kitchen with him and kissed her again and again, considering he had two days worth to make up for.

Sometimes he scolded himself for being so stubborn and for falling in love with such a stubborn woman. Yet, every time they fought, they sure as hell knew how to make up.

[kbookblurbs]

Empire of Gold - S.A. Chakraborty (Daevabad Trilogy #3)

3.75/5 - fitting character resolutions; pacing is a little iffy still; Nahri my bestest friend ever

For the sake of keeping think to the point, I've organized my thoughts as follows:

Female Leads

Character arcs (& the marid plotline)

Pacing

Female Leads

I really do have to heap praise on Chakraborty for the women in this book. Everyone, from Nahri to Manizheh to Hatset to Zaynab is so wonderfully fleshed out. They're put in situations that highlight their depth of character and the differences between them - anyone who thinks that Nahri would flourish as the next Hatset is deluding themselves.

Nahri is who I would really like to focus on though - as much as I love her character, she's all over the place in this novel. One moment, she's ready to abandon the Daevas in Daevabad, the next she's somehow willing to sleep with Ali, and the next she's willingly swearing off ever leaving Daevabad and seeing Cairo again. It just really feels like a confusing spin from one decision to the next and they don't ever seem to align with one another. The truest moment of her character came when she fears that she only ever builds things to watch them be destroyed by other people.

Character Arcs

While I have some complaints here, by and large the character arcs feel natural. Of course Muntadhir and Zaynab survive (if not thrive) through the siege. Of course Manizheh goes balls to the wall crazy by the end, dabbling in ifrit magic.

The biggest commitment (and biggest overall payout) comes in the form of Dara. Having him continue to believe in the Nahid, past the point of no return and once again washing his hands in blood was good actually! Great storytelling! I don't think anyone breaks indoctrination on their own easily, and he's no exception. My own big critique is that this plotline takes forever to move - realistically I would've been happier if we didn't start seeing into Daevabad until after the halfway point of the book.

Also, Dara's plotline starts to feel like trauma porn after about halfway through the novel. I was glad that his ending gave him both the opportunity for happiness and the opportunity to atone for his many sins.

On to the marid plotline - While I admit that I wasn't angry about it, it does take up a significant amount of page time and I wouldn't say it gives the biggest payoff for that investment. This further alienates Ali from the other Daevas, but that doesn't particularly resolve any of his internal conflicts. We've fully put own the thread of his religious fanaticism without picking it back up again and honestly, we spend so much time with Ali feeling guilty that we never really get to see Nahri process her emotions.

Speaking of Nahri, I did like that the ending of the novel leaves it very open-ended as to Ali and Nahri's relationship. Personally, I interpret it as two close friends. They tried kissing once (haven't we all fucked a friend?) and that can be done now thank you!

Pacing

Unlike the second book, which had a clearly enforced timeline that made no sense, this one has no discernible timeline. It only barely makes sense. But beyond that, this book feels like it comes in neatly packaged sections. First we go to Cairo for 200 pages. Then we journey down the Nile for 200 pages. Then we go to Ta Ntry for 200 pages. Then we conclude the novel in 100 pages. It's just very rigid and leaves the action feeling a bit like it stops and starts.

The ending was also something of a letdown. I was glad to have Dara kill Manizheh (after everything he went through, he deserved it) but the whole thing goes from politicking to all-out magical siege that devolves into the start of happy representative government within 50 pages . It was all just a bit rushed

All this to say, I did enjoy the book! It was a fun romp and I enjoyed seeing our characters again! But I wasn't as impressed with it as I was with the first book, that's for sure.

[decenthumanart]

Dumb background ideas for ttrpg classes/jobs

A middle aged barbarian that goes into a rage by yelling “LET ME SPEAK TO YOUR MANAGER!” Bonus points if their name is Barb

A bard that gets their magical powers from the art of memes. Often casts spells like hideous laughter, viscous mockery and confusion

A cleric that stans a famous boy band so hard that they gained magical powers from their devotion. Optional: reflavour their subclass to domain of parasociality

A druid/paladin that has vowed to avenge their childhood best friend, a sewer rat, that was killed by an exterminator

A fighter that actually sucks at fighting and uses dramatic theater stunts that barely even touches the target. It honestly just confuses the enemy more than anything else

A sorcerer that spend all their youth as a gamer only consuming energy drinks. It altered their body permanently and now they have weird magic because of it

A rogue that got super good at sneaking and hiding because they just really love listening to peoples gossip

A character that only became a ranger because they liked how it sounded in fiction. They honestly really suck at it and hate being outside, but they thrive on how 🌱✨aesthetic✨🌱 they feel when they shoot their bow

A person so deeply devoted to their job that they have become a warlock. Their boss isn’t magical though so it’s really weird how that happend?

A wizard who only accidentally learned all their spell while being bored on their job at the magic shop

A character that became a necromancer by complete happenstance as the dark necromancy circle sent an invitation to the wrong address by accident

A character that became a healer after their many chaotic small siblings somehow always managed to hurt themselves and it simply became annoying to heal them without magic after a while…

I wanna see these being played so bad now lol, love these stupid guys