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sturniqlo · 3 months ago

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I CANT DO IT ALONE- CHRIS STURN

summary: while mom!y/n stays home with their littles all day, chris doesn't see how tired she is and he puts more pressure on her. BLURB

cw: cursing, ANGST; arguing, crying, exhaustion, FLUFF; kissing, comforting, resolved angst

an: not apart of my positive series | lowkey hate this | lowercase intended

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"daddy!" the littlest child, leslie, runs to the front door when she hears the door opening. "hey, les! how's my little girl?" chris smiles and locks the door behind him before kneeling down to pick up his daughter. "so so happy that you are home!" she squeals, wrapping his arms around his neck tightly. "yeah, i'm happy to be home too." he kisses her cheek.

"where are your siblings?" he refers to his five year old set of twins and his ten month old baby. "uhm- landon is watching a movie, lia is playing in our playroom and layla is sleeping." she says as chris walks them, and steps over some toys, towards the kitchen where he hears y/n shuffling around. "why don't you go get lia while i say hi to mommy." he puts her back on the floor.

"okay!" she nods, her pigtails swaying in the process. "lia! daddy is home!" the three year old goes up the stairs. chris enters the kitchen and sees his y/n preparing the twins' lunch for tomorrow. "hey, baby." he wraps his arms around her waist from behind. "oh, hey you're home." she turns her head and smiles softly at him. a tiredness in her eyes that chris doesn't seem to notice. "how was your day today?" she asks, going back to making the lunches.

"tiring," y/n almost a scoffs. "i had three meetings for future drops and filmed a video with nick and matt." he kisses her neck. "oh, well, i'm glad you're home now." she closes up the small containers. "hey, is it okay if-" she gets cut off by she yelling of leslie. "mom! lia won't give me the princess pjs!" she stomps into the kitchen. "these are mine!" lia comes in behind her, wearing the pink princess pajamas.

"leslie, you have the same exact ones in your closet." y/n says, opening the fridges and putting the lunches away. "no i don't! mine are dirty!" her lip quivers. "you didn't do the laundry today?" chris says, leaning against the island counter. "no, i had to go grocery shopping, clean the kitchen, our bathrooms, and i just washed everyone's bed sheets." she says, the girls still arguing.

"i'm sure you still had some extra time to do a load or two." he adds on. "no, chris. i had to take care of layla, she's still sick." she sighs, cleaning up a spill of juice from earlier. "hey, mom. can i stay up late and watch toy story 2?" landon comes in. "no landon, you have preschool tomorrow." y/n says for the third time today, he had asked her that earlier. "dad?" landon looks to chris. "of course you can, bud." he ruffles the boys' hair. "you're the best! see mom, dad lets me."

"chris, he has to wake up early tomorrow, he can't stay up late. it's almost time for bed." she looks at chris. "c'mon, just for today." y/n shakes her head. "no. kids, go brush your teeth." chris rolls his eyes at her stubbornness. "why are you being so strict?" he asks. "im not." she practically laughs. "just let landon stay up, tomorrow is friday anyway."

"exactly, he can stay up late tomorrow." she leaves the kitchen and chris follows. she walks into laylas bedroom and checks in on her. she had gotten sick two days ago. "oh my gosh!" chris whispers. "what?" she says. "i forgot to get the medicine for her yesterday." y/n shakes her head. "it's okay, i bought it today." y/n grabs a tissue from the changing table and cleans the snot from layla. "i'm sorry." he says. "it's okay, it happened already." she throws the tissue away and exits the room.

"did i do something? why are you mad." chris continues to follow her back downstairs. "stop it, chris!" she abruptly stops and turns to face him. chris stands there in shock at her sudden outburst. "just stop! i've had the most tiring days- weeks of my life! and you're here saying that you've had a tiring day all because of three meetings and filming video?"

before chris could say anything back, one of the kids upstairs called for y/n. "mom! she spit on me!" y/n sighed and turned back around going back up the stairs to resolve whatever was going on. chris decided to go back into the kitchen and look for the dinner y/n had mentioned earlier.

chris ate dinner alone while y/n was upstairs putting the kids to sleep. he cleaned his used dishes before going upstairs to his bedroom. "wanna tell me what that was all about?" he said when he saw y/n putting on the bedsheets she had washed. "lia had spat on landon." she said. chris shook his head. "not that, i'm talking about what you had said earlier." he walked closer and picked up a pillow along with a clean pillow cover.

"i don't want to talk about it." she mumbled, going back to putting on the bedsheet. "why not, there's clearly something bothering you." he pushes on. "you want to know what's bothering me chris?" she pauses. "i feel like i'm raising these kids all by myself. you're never home! you leave before the twins wake up for school, and you don't return until they're going to bed! on the weekends it's the same!"

"i'm working, you know that." chris says sternly. "i understand that, chris. but does it hurt to take at least one day off? just one day to spend time with them? just one weekend?" she runs a hand though her hair, frustrated. "do you not understand that i'm working my ass off for us! for our kids! for their futures!"

"i know that chris, but you have the privilege to choose to work from home- to stay home and you don't use it!" chris rolls his eyes. "you have the most easiest job in the world, you just watch the kids play, feed them and change laylas diapers!" he raises his voice.

"you're kidding right?!" she scoffs. "you think taking care of four kids alone is easy? i make them breakfast, i take the twins to school, i have to buckle all four of them in the car even with two of them are crying, i have to give a toddler and a baby my attention at the same time, i teach les basic things, i have to clean the whole house, i do the laundry, i cook, i take the trash out, i change diapers, i pick the twins up from school, i help the twins with their homework, i shower all four, i get them ready for bed, i break up arguments, i deal with their tantrums. im tired chris. i have no time for myself."

"i love those kids with all of my heart, but you promised me, chris. you promised me that we would raise them together! it seems like i'm raising them all by myself. and i understand that you're providing financially for us- for them, but i need your help in a non-financial way." she feels tears racing down her face. she didn't even know she was crying.

"y/n.." chris had never realized she was feeling like this. he felt bad, he hated that he never saw this. she was right, he was always there, but never there. he doesn't remember the last time he actually sat down with his children and played with them. "i- i don't know if you actually care about what i just said, but ive kept it in for so long i thought i'd let you know how i feel." with that, she turns around and walks to their bathroom and shuts the door.

chris sighs and runs a hand through his hair, taking it all in. "mom!" he hears one of his kids yell for their mom. without hesitation, he sits up and goes to who was yelling. "layla? you okay?" he sees that her door was the only one cracked open. "daddy?" she whispers. "it's me, why're you crying, sweetheart?" he takes a seat on her small bed when he sees her cheeks are damp with tears. "i- why are you and mommy yelling at each other?"

chris' heart breaks when he hears that his daughter heard them arguing. "we just- we had a little argument- just like you and your siblings have sometimes. but, everything is okay. i promise." the little girl smiles at the reassurance. "oh, okay."

"would you like me to take you and your brother to school tomorrow?" he says after he had been laying with her for sometime. "really?" she gasps. "of course!" he says. "will we pass for donuts? mommy always takes us every friday to get donuts for breakfast." she plays with the hem of his shirt. "we can, does mommy get a donut for herself?" she nods. "mhm, she likes the strawberry sprinkles, she told us you bought one for her on her birthday a long time ago." chris laughs at the exaggeration. "wasn't that long ago, just seven years ago."

chris recalls the time when they had just started dating, it was her birthday and he bought her a strawberry frosted donut with sprinkles and stuck a candle on it. "that's so far ago." she giggles.

he had stayed with her until she fell back asleep again. quietly, he exited the room and gently shut the door behind him. chris headed back to his bedroom where the soft glow of the lamp lit up the room. "babe, are you sleeping?" he says, closing the door and walks over to the bed where y/n is currently laying down. "no." she says and sits up on her shoulder. her hair a bit damp, chris knew she never liked to fully dry her hair with the blow dryer. "can we talk? i don't want to argue, i hate arguing." he tosses his shoes off and situates himself next to her.

"okay." she grabs her glasses off of the side table since she doesn't have her contacts in. they sit in silence for a bit until chris decides to talk first. "'m sorry you've been feeling this way. and- and i cant believe i didn't take notice. i mean everything was right in front of me. i'm never home, you're always alone with the kids, you're constantly tired. i- i'm so sorry, babe. i never meant to make you feel like this- to put you through this."

"it's- it's okay chris. i know you've been so busy with the new drop and everything. but, i just want to let you now that i'm not asking you to drop everything and stay home with us forever, just asking you to take a few days off during the week. i miss you, the kids miss you." chris wraps his arm around y/n and pulls her into his chest.

"'m sorry, 'm so sorry. i'll stay home until wednesday, when i have to film, how's that sound, hm?" he presses a kiss to her forehead. "really?" she looks up at him. "of course, anything for you." he says and lays them both down. "chris!" she squeals.

"let me love on my wife!" he kisses her neck up to her lips. "how about i take you out on saturday night? we take the kids to matt and nicks house. and we go to a nice restaurant and come back here for the night?" he pecks her lips. "i would love that." she hums, kissing him back. they lie together on the bed for a while until y/n speaks up.

"as much as i love being like this, you know i hate outside clothes on the bed." she tugs on his shirt. "i knew i couldn't get away with it." he sighs and kisses her lips before getting up. "i'll be in the shower, choose a movie for when i get out."

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ivysprophecy · 2 months ago

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slim pickins

warnings; bad date? mentions of sex, cursing underage drinking and yes i meant for it to be written poorly i was trying to keep the humor of the album in the writing

masterlist | p. 2

no pressure tags; @murdockcastleslut @kimoralov3 @arkofblake

word count; 1911

summary; youre tired of not finding a decent guy who will treat you right and lay you right. at least not one you've known since you were kids. however you just cant help yourself. besides its slim pickins out here you take what you can get.

divider by @bernardsbendystraws

i wanna make one thing clear, when i say there are no good guys left i do not wanna hear about you and your boyfriend of three years that can cook and loves your mom.

thats exactly what im talking about maddie!!! i dont give two fucks that he took you to barnes and noble and bought you every book you wanted.

they are all taken. its plain and simple.

which is why even with a full roster, im stuck taking fucking zander, yes with a z, to my friends' kegger.

i mean yea hes cute. hes tall, built but not that gross kind of muscly. but if were being real i shouldve known better when he was joking about being a male stripper when hes a ginger.

and i can tell kie is judging me, rightfully so. her side eye is lethal. when i introduced him to everyone she asked him about his greta van fleet tee and he said he didn't even know it was a band.

needless to say pope had to drag her away.

after that incident i decided it was best if we tried to talk away from the rest of the group. boy was i wrong.

"so what do you like to drink? ill go grab us something," i offer trying to start the conversation, also avoiding the usual problem with taking a drink from men.

"im good with whatever"

i like to think im not a violent person, but im about to be.

"does a beer sound okay?" i ask him grabbing a twisted tea for me from the cooler.

"sure thing." god why is he acting like such a bitch? i should ask him if he's on his period.

i hand him the can, our fingers brush and its my final clue for the night that i am definitely not going home with him. no spark at all. hes done just about everything else to piss me off.

he did the thing where he licks his lips exaggeratingly looking me up and down, making a point to make sure i saw.

he walks so slow for being 6'3.

and finally he tried to mansplain my career to me. i'd had just enough when he opens his mouth again

"ew, you like twisted tea? who likes sweet tea?" his face contorted in disgust, it was about to contort from my fist breaking his goddamn nose if he keeps talking to me like this.

"we literally live in the south dude." my face could not make it any clearer i am so done with this guy.

"still, sweet tea is disgusting. im not kissing anyone that drinks that nasty shit."

"who said i wanted to kiss your nasty fucking mou-" i was interrupted by the sound of a very familiar giggle behind me as his arm wrapped around my shoulder, the smell of his deodorant and sea salt that cover his skin start to put you at ease.

jj was always there when you needed him, sometimes even when you didnt but right now you couldn't be more grateful. "im glad you found those mama i got em just for you. remembered theyre your favorite. right?"

and you wanna know the best part? zander is shaking already pissed off that jj is at my side. territorial i guess.

"you mind?" he asks him nodding his head at me like im not even there.

jj cant help but laugh at him "yea bud i do mind. she's hanging out with me tonight. have fun with your ipa dick." and with that he steers us off to where the rest of the pogues are.

but not before i can look over my shoulder and give the ginger an innocent smile and a shrug as if i had no control over the situation, when really id pick jj over anyone else.

"you owe me a big fat kiss mama," jj whispers in my ear walking us over to where our friends are standing, drinks in their hands laughing and chatting up a storm.

"in your dreams honey."

"every night all night," he quips back before i shove him off me.

now before you give me shit, jj and i have had our fair share of fun, but unfortunately im starting to look for something more serious.

watching john b and sarah be disgusting together is getting to my head. popes got something going on with cleo and im starting to recognize the pattern. and before i know it everyone will be in love if i don't start making an effort in that department.

random casual hook ups aren't doing it anymore, especially considering they aren't even that good.

unless theyre with jj.

but hes not an option, theres too much drama. too much history. too much too much too much. im not what he needs and i know for a fact he doesn't want me in that sense.

is that a bit dramatic? probably.

i mean hes a great lay, he's hilarious, he's got that blue collar kind of muscle, and he genuinely cares about me.

so of course im not going to date him, why would i?

what do you mean make good decisions? id rather do things in the most difficult way possible!

"y/n youve gotta stop giving those guys a chance, im starting to feel bad for you."

"you try finding a decent guy in a ten mile radius." i glare at him, obviously not wanting to joke about this right now.

he sticks his hand out in front of me, "fine i will. let me see your phone."

curious to see what he will do i hand it too him unlocked, he swipes and taps for a few moments, smiling down at the phone before handing it back to you.

when you look back down at the screen all you see is your instagram open with his stupid fucking smiley face on the screen.

he took a picture of himself and posted to my story. written on the screen in bubble letters in my favorite colored heart 'my favorite guy <3'

"i think he's your best bet." that same smile facing back at me now, cockier than ever. so smug i wanna kiss it off his face

i cant help but roll my eyes. "jj im serious! at this rate im going to die alone. every decent guy is taken or unavailable. all i want is someone funny, kind, and attractive is that too much to ask for?"

"im right in front of you mama you dont gotta look far."

"jj we both know we're not the serious kind of relationship im talking about."

"you can think what you want too but ill be here waiting for that kiss you owe me."

"i think all that tequila youve been sipping has gone to your head maybank."

he stands in front of me, taking his signature red cap off his head and putting it on mine smiling down at me, "what do they say in those books you read? you wear the hat you ride the cowboy?"

"this no ten gallon hat and you are no cowboy."

we laugh at each other, its always been easier to do that then actually talk about our feelings. so i put his hat back on his head, backwards the way he i likes it.

"cmon y/n/n, have a few more drinks, relax and hang out and ill make you feel all better later yea? its what im best at, you know."

"its gonna take more than a few more teas to convince me jj"

"what about that thing you like that i do with my tongue, huh mama? doesnt that sound pretty good right now? i think it does."

"i give you one fucking compliment and it goes straight to your head."

"technically its about my head so that makes perfect sense," he hands me another can with that stupid signature smirk of his and his stupid sexy hat backwards. i hate to admit it's working on me.

just like it does every other time.

i squint my eyes at him taking the can, rolling the idea around in my head. "fuck it. its not like anyone else is offering," i take a big sip of my drink.

jj pumps his fist in the air like a victorious idiot giving a few woots and hollars before picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder despite my wishes.

"jb!!" he shouts turning around to face him, "we're headed out!"

john b looks at the two of us shaking his head at how im kicking my feet to wiggle out of jjs oddly strong grip. "make sure you change the sheets when youre done!"

oh my god he did not just say that. "fuck both of you!"

jj just laughs carrying you back to the chateau like a kid who's excited to use a brand new birthday present.

"what happened to letting me have a few more drinks before we left??"

"youre just too irresistable mama, gotta have you now,' he gives my ass a light slap for good measure causing me to roll my eyes for the 600th time tonight.

"are you gonna put me down now?"

he pretends to look like hes thinking about it, "i guess. only so i can watch you walk away," he does as he says helping me get my feet on the ground.

"youre a pervert."

"no im flirtatious, and you love it, you know it makes you blush i see it. now go on and give me a lil walk yea?"

oh im gonna kill him...

oh wait! im gonna kill him!

"okay... fine. but no touching until we get home," i smile walking away exactly like he asked, but i know behind me he is a puddle of mud. standing still, about to start begging me to let him.

he finally catches up after a few seconds "mama please- cmon thats not fair. you look too good in those shorts you know i cant wait that long. just wanna feel you."

i cant help but giggle at his words, its honestly adorable how mopey he gets. like i just kicked his puppy or something.

"hands of jj i mean it... not until that door shuts behind us."

it didn't really matter that i can see the chateau or that ill be there in literally a minute.

its actually painful for jj to not be able to touch me as he pleases.

i turn around to face him with a cheeky smile. "you want me maybank?"

and of course he nods so hard it looks like his head is going to fall right off.

"come and get me," running towards the house, i can see the moment when his reflexes kick in, his boots thudding against the ground as he gains on me.

just before i can make it to the poarch jj wraps his arms around me, lifting me a few inches off the ground and spinning me around in a fit of laughter.

"okay! okay okay okay you win- you got me."

"oh ive got you mama, and im havin you for the rest of the fucking night," he presses a kiss to my neck hauling me inside, the screen door slamming shut after us.

am i gonna regret this tomorrow? most likely.

but what can i say? its slim pickins in this part of town.

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miniaturesuitgladiator · 2 months ago

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Batfam x Neglected mortal kombat reader

Lucid dreams...

Notes: this has nothing to do with my other series. Reader is not Bruce's kid in this. Instead readers mom marries bruce. Readers bio dad is scorpion from mk. Reader and readers mom traveled to the DC universe to get away from scorpion. Reader basically saves jason before the joker can kill him. Reader is the oldest kid in this and just for the heck of it were gonna mess up the time line and say that bruce already has tim and damian. I'll explain the rest in another fic if you guys have more questions just ask I don't mind.

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Five senses.... Every since you could remember you've had lucid dreams...Dreams that were so so realistic, but in reality they just weren't real. And your Five senses was a way your grandmother had taught you to see if you were having a lucid dream. And right now you hoped you were having a lucid dream..

1. Smell: You know exactly what you smell. It's a fluid that you've learned to deal with every since you were younger. A liquid that now covers your whole body. It's blood ,you smell blood. It's not your blood but you wish it was.....

2. Taste: You can't quite place what you Taste. Maybe it's the food you had earlier? Or maybe you inhaled so much smoke that even your mouth Tastes like it? But that doesn't help much.

3. Touch; 'This one's hard' you think to yourself. Your hands are bawled into firsts. So you feel your finger nails digging into your skin... and your jaw is clenched so tight trying to keep in the words your mind is begging you to say....

4. Hearing: Your mother's voice echoes throughout the batcave and you'd recognize that tone of voice anywhere.. it's not the tone of voice she'd use on Dick, Tim, Jason ,or even damian.. No, that tone of voice was reserved for only You.

But you can also tell that this time you went to far.. Her voice is so cold that if you didn't know any better you'd think that she didn't know you...

5. Sight: your heads hung low... so all you can see is the floor of the batcave...it's unusual for you to look like this but...you're to scared to look up and see your mother's disappointed eyes... you cant.. you must look pathetic right now. But how you look right now is the least of your worries..... But you have to look up to see if this is a lucid dream or not. As you look up you see bruce ,he's leaning against the batcaves computer he's still wearing his batman suit so you can't see his eyes. But you have a feeling you know exactly what his eyes look like under his mask. Then your gaze goes over to your mother's eyes and it's like the whole world freezes..and everything goes silent the only sounds heard is the sound of your heart beating....

You search her eyes hoping to see something else but it's all you can see..

Fear... you see fear in your mother's eyes ....she's scared of you.. scared of what'd you've become... you remember seeing that fear in her eyes long ago. She had looked at your father with that same fear....And you remember promising to yourself that your mother would never have that look in her eyes again because you'd protect her...but how are you supposed to protect her from yourself?

What have you become? 2 hours ago you had thought that you made the right choice.. that sure maybe bruce wouldn't be exactly happy about what you had done but your mother would surely convince him that what you did was reasonable....right?

You had to do it...it was the only way! Right?

No. No, that's what your father would have done....killing the joker wasn't the only way...killing the joker was your father's way ,not the right way. Your hands begin shaking and nomatter how hard you squeeze them they won't stop shaking.

'They don't understand.' You think to yourself. And your right they dont understand what you felt when you saw how the joker had tied jason up like a damn pig. They don't understand the rage you felt... so you look down at the floor again... but you brought jason back alive! Isn't that supposed to count for something? No, to them it doesn't.

Yeah you brought jason home and there happy that you did ,but you didn't have to kill the joker. They know that ,you know that. But it still doesn't feel like that.

Your throat tightens and you feel like you can't breath with all the emotions you feel...

You know that if anyone else was in your position and they would have killed the joker they would have gotten away with a slap on the wrist ...but it's not anyone else..it's you....

The child that was never supposed to be...the child that shouldn't have been born... A bastard child.. A mistake...as you look around the room not daring to look at your mother's eyes any longer you think to yourself ......

'why couldn't this be a damn dream.'

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Thanks for reading!

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soggyriceee · 2 years ago

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strawberry | John Price

summary: price gets you to use your safe word

warnings: rough sex, choking, biting, spanking, overstimulation, public oral (male receiving), slapping(mentions of blood). just like really aggressive John until the end where we get soft core John, not edited bc of how much I wrote so, ignore and possible typos PLZ

Price was always pretty rough with you during sex. but never enough to make you cry like he did tonight. he was a whole new person, new man. and all it took was the teasing at dinner with his family to set him off.

it started off light. pulling your dress down in the car, showing off the top of your boobs. of course, you played dumb, apologizing and saying 'I didn't know'. at first he had fallen for it, saying he wouldn't mind if you kept it that way. but then, you got more bold and cocky. under the dinner table, your hand found its place on his pants, right where his dick rested so peacefully. his eyes that were once on the menu were now on your innocent ones. "is everything alright?" his mother asked. John smiled and nodded, a small chuckle leaving his lips. "yes she just looks so pretty tonight doesn't she? cant keep my eyes off her." he smiled, looking back down at you.

the rest of the dinner you got progressively more cocky. to the point his dick was now out, resting in your warm hand. his parents talked about John's passion for the military, how he'd been dedicated to it his whole life. all while your hand played with his tip, squeezing it ever so gently. his hand was quick to find your thigh, gripping it firmly. thankfully, the cloth was enough to cover his lower half and yours, but the thrill of it all was still very much there. when the waiter had came by, you smoothly let his girth go, using the table cloth to cover his hard on. you smirked at the tiny wet circle that appeared onto the cloth right where his tip was.

when his parents were deep into the menu, the waiter helping them with choosing what to eat, John leaned down to your ear and whispered, "keep this up I promise you'll regret it. don't test me lovie." he smiled down at you before turning back to his parents. you pressed your thighs together, smiling softly to yourself. this was exactly what you wanted from him.

his dick remained out for the rest of the dinner, your hand occasionally reaching down and giving it a firm grab, surprising him each time. by the time dinner was done, he had come close to finishing at least 3 times, always flicking your hand away. he was good at keeping his moans and groans suppressed (public sex was something you both had often), but when he'd cum that was a whole different situation.

"well it was lovely seeing you both tonight. we should do this more often." you smiled to his parents as John tried to put his throbbing dick back into his pants. "it was. thank you for inviting us out. hopefully next time we do meet you both will tell us your pregnant." his mom winked, standing from the table. you blushed and looked at John who's eyes were already staring at you. " who knows mom. you might get lucky real soon." he said, his eyes remaining on yours.

the car ride was silent. you were excited but also a bit nervous about what he had in store. of course, you had a feeling it would be nothing short of amazing. "I had fun with your parents." you said as he pulled to a red light. he shifted his whole body to you, tilting his head to the side. "really? seems you had too much fucking fun." he said, his deep voice suddenly turning into a threatening tone. you shifted in your seat, a proud smile still plastered across your face. "I did. you didnt?" you asked innocently, batting your eye lashes.

before he could respond the light turned green. he shifted back to his original position, driving off quickly. his driving got you both home within 10 minuets, and he was quick to get out the car, slamming the door behind him. he walked over to your side, opening the door and helping you out. it was dark outside, about 9:30 at night. the only light that lit the street was the porch lights on each house.

when he had helped you out fully, he quickly dragged you to the front of the car, shoving you down. you gasped at the pain of your knees and the cement, looking up at him. " John that fucking-" his hand came crashing across your face, gripping your chin so you'd look back up at him. "think I fucking care after that shit you pulled at dinner?" he growled, his grip on your chin growing firmer. you looked up at him, smiling innocently. " I was just having fun tho." you said softly, fingers playing with the ends of his pants.

he growled and let your face go, going to his pants buckle while keeping eye contact. "wanna play silly little games like that, okay. lets play." he gripped your hair at the top of your head, forcing your head back. you gasped at the sudden tug, biting your lip at the same time. "open." he said, gripping his dick with his other hand, jerking it off in front of you. "but captain were outside" you smirked, only teasing him more. "stop fucking playing with me. open your goddam mouth." he growled, tugging your hair. you whimpered at the pain, but ultimately opened your mouth. he wasted no time shoving his dick down your throat, your hands immediately going to his thighs to keep balance.

" s..shit. this what you wanted, hm? just needed my dick down your fucking throat." he growled, pulling his hips back before moving them back onto your face. you were unable to even say anything, but the way you nodded slowly as best you could, he smiled down at you. it was so thrilling, getting your face fucked outside in public. the way he looked down at you with such admiration, his dick repeatedly hitting the back of your throat, just to slide back out again.

he pulled your head back a bit more, your head resting on the front bumper of the car now. that same hand rested onto the car hood, his other on your shoulder. "g..gonna fuck that throat faster. bet you want that huh?" he groaned, his hips moving faster. his head fell back, grip on your shoulder tightening. to be honest, John had never gone this far with face fucking. he was pretty gentle when it came to head. sex, no, but when you gave him head it was never something that he forced upon you or was super rough with. he let you take your time, breaks whenever you needed. he was patient. but not tonight and it was definitely something you had to get used to.

your drool practically poured out your mouth, his dick slippery with your saliva. the mix of his pre cum and your saliva made it even easier for his throat to slide down your throat, and it was a feeling he wanted to keep on feeling. tears poured out your eyes the more rough he got with you, mascara running down your cheeks. and he loved it. "look do fucking gorgeous like this love. wanna fuck your face more." he moaned, watching his dick and a fuck ton of saliva come from your mouth as he pulled his dick out, sliding it back in to watch it all pool at the corners of your lips.

to be honest, it was a bit much. again, it was something neither of you had really experienced before. and as much as you tried to relax your throat, it was pretty hard because of how fast and rough he was getting. but when he whimpered out your name, head falling forward, mouth slightly agape, you couldnt give up. "gonna cum baby.. gonna cum down that tight fucking throat." he moaned, his had that was once on your shoulder cupping your cheek. you squeezed your eyes shut, whimpering around his dick. his body jerked forward, his body falling forward onto the hood of the car, his cum shooting down your throat.

he gasped, strained groans leaving him, his hips giving you small thrusts. "t-thats it baby.. fucking swallow.. all of it." he groaned, breathing heavily above you. you tried your best to swallow it all, only a bit seeping out of your lips. he slowly slid his dick out, strings of saliva, cum or even both connecting you both. shoving his soaked dick back in his pants, he looked down at you. your jaw hurt, lips too. you looked up at him, chest heaving up and down. "get the fuck up." he said, gripping your arm and pulling you up into his chest. he gdragged you to the front door, quickly opening the door and shoving you inside.

you had tripped, but ultimately kept your balance. his keys were thrown onto the mail table as he flicked the light on, making quick movements towards you. saliva was still smeared across your face, his cum too. but to say he cared would be a lie. his lips pressed firmly against yours, his tongue sliding in easily, his hand pressed to the back of your neck while his other gripped your ass. "couch. now" he said against your lips. you stumbled backwards, quickly making your way to the couch. despite your stumbling he walked towards you slowly, his head tilted to the side a small smirk plastered along his face. he loved the shy, kinda shocked version of you. he ate it up every time.

"wait." he said as you got to the couch. he walked in front of you, sitting down on the couch. he leaned back, man spreading before patting his lap. "lay." was all he said, eyes staring up at you. you hesitated but did as he asked, laying across his lap. he sighed, hand gripping your calf before moving his hand up your leg. "been so good for me so far. gonna keep being good?" he asked, gripping your thighs, your dress trailing up your body the farther his hand went. he loved your thighs. so much so he one night woke up and decided to fuck into them. pressed them together against your chest, ramming into them. it was hot how much he loved all the parts of your body you had always been insecure or less confident in. when his hands came to your ass, he smoothly slid your panties off and down your legs, tossing them beside him on the couch.

you nodded, throat still pretty sore to speak. but he wasn't going to have that. his hand came down on your ass harshly, your body jerking forward. but his actions after contradicted that, his hand rubbing on the red spot. " words princess. you know I dont like feeling ignored." he whispered, his other hand petting the top of your head soothingly. "y-yes" you croaked out, letting go of the breath you had no idea you were holding onto. " such a shame tho." he mumbled, his hand quickly coming back down harshly onto your ass. a pained whimper fell from you, your eyes squeezing shut, hands gripping the pillow right in front of your face. "you were acting like such a slut earlier. sluts get punished, dont they? especially my pretty little slut." he said, leaning down to your ear while his hand slapped another red spot onto your ass.

John had become a whole new person in the blink of an eye. first the face fucking, now the spanking. what was next? you weren't necessarily scared. but you were anxious. anxious about what he would do to you next. how far he'd take it. you were left in the dark. " teasing me in front of my parents. in public." slap. "bet you wanted me to cum under that table, didnt you?" another harsh slap. he watched how your ass jiggled after each hit, bitting his lip. he himself had no idea what came over him. at all. but he knew that he liked it. in fact, he loved it.

your ass was a bright red, stinging so badly the cold air didnt even help. in a way, it made it worse. tears once again didnt fail to brim your eyes, feeling more and more slaps hit your ass, the same spot each and every time. " P-price please" you cried out. but he was in a trance. he hated it, but deep down loved the way blood began to prickle up from the spot he was abusing. "so pretty.." he whispered, before leaning down, placing a small kiss onto the skin before gently biting the spot. you winced in pain, again digging your nails into the pillow.

he sighed, pulling you up by your waist, your knees digging into his thighs. "lay down baby.. gonna fuck that pretty little cunt." he whispered, holding your hips to help you lay down. once you were comfortable, back on the couch, he rose, pulling his pants off and down his body. his dick sprung out, pre cum leaking onto the floor in drops. you whimpered at the sight, your eyes shooting back up to his. " dont worry baby.. im gonna fuck you." he smirked, practically leaping over you. he leaned back down, lips meeting your slightly wet ones. your face, for the most part, was dry and crusty. but again, he didnt care. he'd been on the battle field with literal guts splattered everywhere. plus, it was his own cum on your face

his lips distracted you from his tip moving up your cunt, collecting all the slick you had. it was embarrassing, how much pain and embarrassment made you wet. you both had a wild side, but there were limits that you both hadn't yet reached, but tonight, he had decided it was time. and its not like you minded and your cunt was proof you didnt.

without warning, his dick pushed into you, a gasp coming from you that broke the kiss. his nose touched yours, his eyes looking down into your wide ones. " I know baby.. just relax. " he whispered, feeling you tighten around his dick. your hands found his shoulders, gripping them firmly as he bottomed out inside you. his forehead connected to yours, a deep sigh leaving him. he wasted little to no time in gripping your legs to wrap them around his waist, your bleeding ass cheek failing to not sting. he pulled out real slow before slamming back into you, going straight in for a faster pace.

your head pressed into the pillow, eyes squeezing shut. " fuck this cunt is so tight. so fucking... good." he groaned, his hands keeping his body up. he looked down, watching his dick slide in and out, the slick from your cunt forming strings. the sounds were sinful, the squelching of your wetness as his dick slammed into you. "j-john.. oh my god~" you whined, back arching up. he smirked down at you, one hand gripping your face. " keep those pretty eyes on me. wanna see your face while I fuck you senseless." he said, his voice deep and smooth like honey.

his tip was quick to hit your womb, the bulge in your stomach not going unnoticed. he moaned at the sight, biting his lip. " look at that. taking this dick so well. such a good slut for me, aren't you?" he cooed, watching it disappear and re appear over and over. you went cross eyes, mouth falling agape at how deep he was hitting into you. it was embarrassing, but you felt your first orgasm of the night hit you like a train. it was coming, and coming fast. he felt the way your cunt pulsed around him, and he chuckled, looking back up at you. "gonna cum already? better hold it. im not done with this little cunt." he said, his right hand going to your throat.

your gasped, hands gripping his wrists as his thrusts only got more and more rough. you couldnt hold back and he knew you couldnt. but he wanted that. he wanted you to cum, just so he could punish you for cumming. his eyes were saying it all, watching you with a small smirk on his lips, mocking you. the way he looked down at you, his thrusts hitting all the right spots in your cunt, you couldnt stop the knot in your stomach from coming loose. he smiled, looking down between you both to watch your cum pour out of you and coat his dick.

" tsk tsk.. being a bad girl again are we?" he chuckled, shaking his head. " I-i couldnt.. help it. im s..sorry" you whined, eyes pleading with his. but he didnt care. again, this is what he wanted. now he could punish you for it.

his hips didnt stop. in fact they sped up. he let go of your throat, that same hand finding your clit. " gonna cum again. and again. until I decide ive had enough of you. since that what you wanted to fucking bad, right?" he asked, watching his thumb play with your throbbing clit. you tried your hardest to pull away, but his other hand held your hips down. " stop fucking running. take what the fuck you deserve for being such a fucking cum slut." he growled, leaning farther over your body to hit deeper into your cunt.

your mouth fell agape once more, your hands digging into his shoulders. he moaned at the feeling, his head falling into your neck. his lips sucked onto your skin, leaving behind big, dark purple and red, bloody marks. his teeth sunk into your skin, feeling his orgasm approaching. " gonna cum in you. you want that, want me to fill you up with my cum? make you a mommy?" he moaned, his thumb still working on your clit. " y-yes.. fuck fill me with it John p..please" you moaned, hands finding the back of his head and running your fingers through his hair.

he moaned into your neck, giving you a few harsh thrust before small, cute little whimpers slipped past him. his cum shot deep into you, his teeth once again sinking into you. you cried out at the pain, the taste of blood dancing along his tongue. and when you though the was done, you felt his hips slamming back into you.

he leaned up off you, blood smeared on his bottom lip. his hair was a mess, bot from your fingers and his head moving against you as he laid into your neck. his hand gripped your calf, pulling it from his waist before holding it up in the air. " thought I was done with you? no baby.. gonna fuck this cunt till you cant even cum anymore." he said, watching you from below.

his thumb went right back to your clit, rubbing small circles that matched his pace. you were sure it was because you just had the strongest orgasm you've had in a bit, but you already felt tired and worn out. it could also be from all the blood Price had managed to draw from you. " c-cant take it." you cried, hands resting on his stomach in hopes to slow him down. but it only fueled him. seeing your poor attempts in stopping him, watching you run from him. " come on princess. take this dick like I know you can. making me so proud." he moaned, head falling back at the feeling of both your warmth and slick coating him.

the room sounded like pure filth, both you guys' moans, the sound of your slick, the skin slapping. it was hot, but also so much for you. it didnt take long for your second orgasm to follow your first one, this one more powerful than the last. " come on baby, cum for me. I know you want to." he smiled from above you, watching how his dick slid back into your cunt with ease and pull back out that much easier. your fingers gripped the ends of the couch cushions, your body jerking forward as another orgasm washed over your body. you chanted his name, legs shaking as you came down from it.

" p...please hold on." you cried out, feeling him continue to fuck into you. he shook his head, growling at you. " didnt I say im not stopping till this cunt cant cum anymore? now shut the fuck up and take it." he growled, his hand landing a slap across your face.

you had to admit, Price was beginning to scare you. it went from just being anxious to being a bit scared of him. he hadn't realized it tho, thinking the look on your expression was just from being so cock drunk. he loved it, watching your blood slide down your neck, pooling in your collar bone. his balls wet with your cum and slick. he felt too good to stop.

" gonna cum again. milking me so goddam good baby." he groaned, his head falling down. you though that this would be the end. that he'd be too tired to keep fucking you. and you were right, kinda.

he shot his last load into you, his body falling forward just a bit at the feeling. he chanted your name, telling you how good your pussy felt, how he wanted to stay in it forever. and when he slid out, you were shocked to immediately feel his fingers sliding in. your back arched, a cry slipping from you. " j-john please I cant" you cried, your legs arching. but he didnt stop. his fingers curled, hitting your g spot each time. his thumb found your clit again, rubbing it in small circles. " sounds so hot baby.. but I know you can. this is what happens to sluts. if you act like on im gonna treat you like one."

again, you began to spasm around his fingers, tears officially puling from your eyes as your stomach cramped up at yet another orgasm. to be honest, John hadn't realized how crazy he was going on you. he didnt know why you teasing him and jerking him off under the table was what set him off. maybe it was because he wanted to match your energy. but he had begun to take it to far when he again, slid his dick back inside your cunt. you were surprised he wasn't just as tired as you were or overstimulated. but he did just give himself a decent break.

" you look so fucked out baby.. are you tired?" he pouted, his hips moving slowly, giving you somewhat of a break. you nodded, wiping your watery eyes. finally, he was going to give you a break and maybe just stop all together. but no. all he did was lean back into your neck, leaving another hickey followed with a bite mark, ramming his hips back into yours. "John please" you cried, shaking your head, pressing your hands to his stomach and shoving him back.

his hand shoved yours off him, his other hand going to your neck. " I said take what I fucking give you, didnt I? stop fucking moving." at this point your pussy was sore, it hurt. you didnt even think you could cum anymore. and the grip on your throat was painful. tears fell from your eyes once you realized you had to use the now word he had promised neither of you would ever have to use. ever.

"s-strawberry.. please strawberry!" you sobbed, hands pressing onto his abdomen. at first he didnt think he heard you right. he slowed down, his face softening. "what?" he looked down at you, watching at the tears ran downpour face. he noticed, really noticed, the bite marks, the hickies covered with blood. he slid out immediately, sitting down and pulling your limp body onto his lap. " im so sorry.. im so so sorry." he whispered, pulling you into his arms.

but you couldnt stop crying. you didnt know if he was being genuine, if he found it hot. you were in the mindset that he was going to just flip you over and fuck you all over. but he didnt. he held you tight, whispering how sorry he was in your ear, how wrong he was for going so overboard. " i.. I broke a promise. and im so sorry my love. I should've listened to you." he said, pulling you off his chest. he wiped the tears from your eyes, his chest hurting as he looked at your red eyes. "please let me take care of you. for real." he said, taking your hand in his.

he stood, holding you in his arms and made his way to the bathroom. "im gonna set you on the toilet for a bit.." he said, sitting you gently. he started the bath before turning back to you, lifting your dress off you. when the bath was full, he helped you inside, watching you settle in. it was silent, kinda awkward. he didnt know what to say other than he was sorry. and he was. he'd never had to do this before, but he knew that he had to take care of you as best he could.

"look up for me princess." he said, cupping your chin softly. he grabbed the washcloth that hung on the rack, wetting it a bit before gently wiping your face. you eyes met his, giving you a small smile. " your so pretty." he mumbled, wiping your chin before dipping the washcloth back in the warm water. "thank you." you said softly, looking down. he continued to wipe your face before moving down to your neck. " this may hurt.. but I promise ill be as gentle as I can." he said before pressing the cloth to your neck.

you winced at the pain, squeezing your eyes shut. " im sorry my love.. just a bit more." he said softly, patting your skin softly. when it was done, he looked at the bloody cloth, sighing, shaking his head to himself. to say he was angry at himself or disappointed, that would be an understatement. he promised himself and you he'd never hurt you. " im so sorry my love.. I dont know what came over me." he said, head hanging low.

you reached over the tub and gripped his hand. " lets just watch movies and cuddle.. maybe even get some tea." you said, voice still hoarse from earlier. he didnt look at you at first, his eyes still stuck to the ground. but when you squeezed his hand again, he looked at you and nodded. " ill take care of you princess. dont you worry."

and he did. the rest of the night he was like your personal little maid. you needed to go pee? dont even think about using your legs, he'd carry you. you wanted the blanket? he'd tuck you in like a burrito. you got too hot? okay he'd take it off. he ordered your favorite food to the house since cooking was not his strong suit, ice cream on the side as well. he felt happy being able to take care of you like he told himself he would always do instead of hurting you.

when you were tired, you curled into his chest, snuggling into him. he looked down and smiled, his hand resting on top of your head. for the first time that night he had let himself cry. well not cry, but a few tears did drop. he was so grateful that you were as forgiving as you were. how even though he hurt you as bad as he did, you still felt safe in his arms, comfortable.

he kissed the top of your head, switched the tv off and laid back. " goodnight princess, I love you so much." he whispered before holding you in his arms, his grip on you never getting loose.

| this was pure fucking filth but like... I love this man so much I can help but right filthy filthy smut about him, also this was for @grqpegrqve |

#call of duty fan fiction #call of duty x reader #cod #cod x reader #captain price #captain price smut #John Price smut #John Price x you

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ssparksflyy · 10 months ago

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Hiii I hope you are having a great day!! I was wondering if you could make another percy jackson x daughter of Hecate reader? If you don’t/ can’t do it that’s fine I just though i would ask.

ask and thou shall receive ༉‧₊˚.

percy jackson dating hcs ! *ੈ✩‧₊˚

pairing: percy jackson x latina!daughter of hecate!reader warning(s): swearin an: dw i got ur 2nd request that u wanted reader to be latina :)) i just added in some little things that tie in ♡♡ srry if these are short btw </3

in the dead of night, your eyes so greennnnnnnn

you and percy tend to stay up later than most of camp

your always up and out after curfew

you js function better at night okay

me asf

the day is reserved for lake dates and the night is reserved for sky watching dates ♡♡

youre literally attached by the hip if you couldnt tell

as they say in waitress, i love you means your never ever getting rid of me ♡

you usually watch from the roof of cabin 3, just cuddled up and sharing a blanket

but once percy suggested you watch from the docks

and you were like oh!

not actually but you looked really hesitant

he was like whats wrong??

so you told him about la llorona !! #coquette

it was so preppy

but now youre both scared to go to the lake at night

even though yk shes not real

and youve literally been through tartarus

and back

and you face unimaginable horrors every day

and percy's literally the son of the sea god

mexican folklore is scary ok yall

idc if it didnt scare you as a kid / you like horror

I DONT

IM TRAUMATIZED

MY GRANDMA PUT ON LA LEYENDA DE LA LLORONA WHEN I WAS FIVE AND I HAVENT KNOWN A DAY OF PEACE SINCE

sorry for trauma dumping yall

kinda silly how some story about a lady who drowned her kids is enough to make 2 of camp half blood's strongest soldiers shake in their boots

so u stick to rooftops ♡

you and hazel are bestiessss

shes a honorary member of cabin 20 of course

you exchange tips and tricks, hazel telling you about the things she saw hecate do and the things she said to her

and you tell her about the things youve picked up over the years :))

percy cant help but smile whenever he sees you two together

he sees hazel as a sister

(yall remember in son when he was ready to fight somebody for her or something like that i dont remember exactly what he said but i do know he was ready to fight)

and ur his fav girl ever ♡

his heart just feels warmed

same way he feels when he sees you playing with estelle

you show her a bit of ur powers and she flips outtttt

she asks sally to be a witch for halloween because "i want to be just like (y/n)!!!"

dont know about yall but if i went home and my family found out i was involved with ~brujeria~ i would not be accepted at home (please read as if youre white and cant say shit in spanish)

thats just the mad religious side talking dont worry yall

but sally and paul would literally let you in with open arms

the jackson's apartment is your second home

percy has a drawer reserved for your clothes in his room ♡♡

he loves it when you sleepover, at home or at camp

he absolutely adores kissing your hands

he doesnt care about the dangers you can produce from them, he'll kiss em allllll he wants

you could be cuddled up together, ur reading to him and he just grabs one of your hands and begins to leave a trail of kisses up your arm, shoulder, neck, cheek, and eventually leaving one on your temple

it just gets you like 😵‍💫

he loves his badass girlfriend, okay?

literally your #1 fan

would beat up anybody who talks shit !!!

tea is your holy ground ♡

because you cant drink coffee

cause ya know, adhd, youll just end up knocking out

though you do drink it when you cant fall asleep at night

its me, hi

and hot chocolate is strickly an only-in-december drink, because then it wont hit in december, since you had it earlier in the year

(my mom does that with gorditas and tamales broooo its painful)

so ya drink tea!

i dont drink tea, so im not even gonna try to tell you what his favorite is

he likes whatever you like

but you try a bunch of different teas and stuff together :)

youd probably adopt a black cat together when youre older

youre never gonna beat your neighbor's witch allegations

(probably because theyre true but youll obviously never say that)

i feel like percy would be more of a dog person but lets be real, he likes horses.

fuckin horse girl smh

but that does not mean he wouldnt love and care for the cat

he'd so let you stop to pet any stray cat you see on the street

takes pictures of the cat anytime you do ♡

you cook together !!

you teach percy a bunch of different recipes and stuff :)

has a 'kiss the cook' apron 100%

and what can ya say, you gotta kiss the cook

man you guys manage to stay silly throughout the horrors, we love

#percy jackson #pjo #percy jackson x reader #pjo x reader #heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus x reader #hoo x reader #child of hecate #percy jackson x you #by bells ♡⋆ ࣪.#seaweed brain ⋅˚₊‧𓇼

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differentpostrebel · 4 months ago

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Lost and Found: A Pirate's Promise

Chapter 29: Into the Lion’s Den

A/N: And we are back at it again with another chapter! Yall, so once this series is done, I will be beginning my new series, at this one is going to be about our boy Portgas D. Ace. I already have the vision for it and lets just say its going to be steamy.. (heheh). But back to the main series, I cant wait for you guys to ready chapter 29, I might drop chapter 30 as well. Thank you guys for everything, and showing love to my first fan fic! And without further a do let the adventure begin!

Word Count: 4.7K

Sanji x Reader, Sanji x Y/N, One piece X Reader

Zoro POV…

"Sir Law and Lady Y/N have been seized," Kinemon said through the transponder snail.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!" the group shouted in unison.

"Damn it!" I heard Sanji yell from the other end, followed by the sound of crashing. "That’s it! We’re turning the ship around!" Sanji’s voice rang with urgency.

I was about to respond when I heard a marine nearby shout, "Capture them!"

"That’s our cue to go!" I said, making a full 360 around the palace, trying to calculate our next move. "Hey, Luffy! Now’s your chance to find an exit!"

"I’m on it! Let’s go!" Luffy’s voice crackled through the snail, full of determination. "I heard Traffy and Y/N mutter something before they got taken—they might still be conscious!"

"Y/N..." I muttered under my breath, the frustration boiling inside me. "Was this all necessary for the plan?"

"What plan?!" Sanji’s voice crackled back, sharp with confusion and anger.

I braced myself for the reaction. "Her plan was not only to face Doflamingo head-on... but also to be captured by him."

"WHAT?!" the group erupted, Chopper and Brook wailing on the other end of the line.

"IS SHE OUT OF HER MIND?!" Usopp shouted, his voice panicked.

"Mosshead!!" Sanji's voice cut through the chaos, his tone full of fury. "You mean to tell me Y/N planned to get captured?! What the hell are you guys doing down there?! Letting her face that bastard on her own?"

I clenched my teeth. "Listen, curly-brow, it’s not like we’re just sitting back! Y/N’s plan is reckless, but she knows what she’s doing. She’s buying us time... and something else."

"Yeah, well, that something better not be her life!" Sanji retorted, his voice strained.

I could hear Nami’s voice in the background, sounding equally worried. "Why didn’t you stop her, Zoro?!"

I huffed, gripping my sword. "I couldn’t. She had her mind set on it. You know how Y/N is—stubborn as hell, just like Luffy. If she thought this was the only way, then we’ve got to trust her."

A heavy silence followed before Usopp finally broke it. "Trust her? Trust her to what, get captured by Doflamingo and expect to walk out of there?"

"Exactly!" I replied, feeling the weight of my words sink in. "Y/N isn’t done yet. She’s got something up her sleeve. And I swear... we’ll get her and Traffy back."

More yelling erupted over the snail. "What now—are you guys in trouble too? What’s happening?!" Luffy’s voice was frantic.

"We’ve got a huge problem!" Brook’s panicked tone came through. "It’s Big Mom’s ship!"

"What?!" I exclaimed, dodging a barrage of Marine gunfire.

"There they are!" A Marine soldier’s voice rang out, followed by the sound of weapons being readied.

"Damn it, they’ve spotted us!" I growled, slashing through another wave of attackers, trying to make space for us to move. "Luffy, get ready! You need to find a way out!"

"Are you sure? Is Big Mom attacking?" Luffy asked, his voice laced with worry.

"Luffy, we’re in the middle of it here too! Talk and run!" I barked, ducking as another shot rang out.

"Can you see her on her ship?" Luffy pressed, sounding as if he was still running.

Sanji's voice cut in. "Can’t be sure if it’s her, but I do see those two weirdos from Fishman Island!"

"And why the hell is Caesar back on the Sunny?!" Luffy yelled in frustration.

I kicked a Marine hard, sending him sprawling. "It’s obvious, isn’t it? The plan didn’t work out. That’s why Traffy got his ass handed to him!"

"Yeah, we’re stuck with him, unfortunately," Sanji added with a sigh.

"I don’t think we should take Caesar anywhere near Dressrosa!" Nami’s voice came through the snail, alarmed.

"What?!" I shouted, my frustration mounting. "Are you forgetting that Y/N is part of this now?!"

"For once, I agree with Mosshead," Sanji responded, surprising me.

Nami took a deep breath and pressed on. "Look, I’m not saying this because I want to back down. I know you all want to go back and save Law and Y/N, and I know you want to help the little people, Franky. But we need to think this through. If we rush back, we’re going to lose everything."

"Exactly," I added, cutting through another Marine. "There’s more at stake than just Y/N and Law. Doflamingo’s fighting for four things—the Smile Factory, Caesar, Momo, and now Y/N. We haven’t finished our mission yet, and he’s got Y/N, but we still have Caesar and Momo." "If we go back now and give Caesar to Doflamingo, then everything we’ve done is wasted!" Nami said, urgency filling her voice. "Law and Y/N put themselves in this position to buy us more time. I know Y/N—if she got captured, it’s part of a bigger plan."

"Right!" I said, cutting down another Marine as the conversation continued. "She’s always thinking ahead."

"Gotcha, good point!" Luffy responded, determination in his voice. "Just gotta figure out a way to save Traffy and Y/N. What’s the next island?"

"That would be Zou," Kinemon answered, his voice calm but focused.

Luffy made his decision quickly. "Sanji, Nami, Chopper, Brook, Momo—you guys move on ahead to Zou."

There was a pause before Sanji’s voice came through the transponder snail. "Well, if that’s what you want, Captain, then you got it. But two requests first."

Luffy, curious, asked, "What is it?"

"One," Sanji began, his voice more serious than usual, "is to please get Y/N back. And two, permission to fight back. I want to launch a counterattack on Big Mom’s ship."

Luffy grinned, the confidence radiating from him. "Sure, why not! And you got it!"

"I already started that fight anyway," Luffy added with a laugh.

"All of you stay safe, okay!" Luffy said as the call came to an end. The tension in the air remained thick, but everyone knew their roles now.

"Both Traffy and Y/N’s lives are at stake, Rebecca’s wish is at stake, and Doflamingo is behind all of this!" Luffy shouted, a fiery resolve in his voice. "Hang on, Y/N, we’re coming!" He ran through the colosseum, still searching for a way out, determined to face Doflamingo once and for all.

The rest of us pressed forward, ready for the next move.

Sabo POV…

As I moved deeper into the Colosseum, the weight of the situation grew heavier. I couldn’t help but replay Y/N’s reckless plan in my mind. She always had this boldness about her, the kind that made me admire her and worry at the same time. "Damn it, Y/N," I muttered. "I hope you know what you're doing."

The transponder snail rang again, and I sighed, knowing it was Koala. "Yeah?" I answered, bracing myself.

"Sabo, finally! Did you make it inside?" Koala asked, her tone sharp but concerned.

"Yeah, I’m in," I replied, glancing around for any signs of Doflamingo’s men.

"Good! What took you so long?!" she pressed, clearly annoyed.

I couldn’t help but smirk. "Let's just say a beautiful warrior required some assistance."

There was a pause before Koala’s teasing voice chimed in. "Oh, you mean Y/N again, huh?"

My cheeks instantly flushed. "What? I mean, yeah, but... it’s not like that!" I stammered, rubbing the back of my neck, feeling embarrassed.

"Sure, sure," she teased. "So, are you gonna finally ask her for that 'good luck kiss' you keep talking about?"

I chuckled despite myself. "If Y/N makes it through this plan of hers, I just might," I said, feeling a strange mix of nerves and excitement. "But right now, we’ve got more pressing matters. Missions first."

Koala laughed lightly. "You better not chicken out when the time comes, Sabo."

I smirked, pushing the emotions aside. "Koala, I’ll collect that kiss later, but right now... I’ve got a fruit to win." I chuckled before ending the call and slipping deeper into the Colosseum’s corridors. The noise from the arena above echoed through the halls, but my thoughts kept drifting back to Y/N and her plan.

"This has to work, Y/N," I thought to myself, pushing forward with determination. "You’ve always been reckless, but this... getting captured on purpose? Even for you, that’s crazy." Despite the seriousness of the situation, I couldn’t help but smirk again. "Still, you always do have a way of surprising me."

The path ahead grew darker, but I continued on until voices stopped me in my tracks. I ducked into the shadows, listening closely.

"I don’t have time to waste!" Luffy’s voice boomed, frustration evident. "Y/N and Traffy need me!"

A deep voice responded, clearly not taking the situation seriously. "The beautiful princess is here too?! Someone pinch me—this is like a dream!"

I stifled a laugh, recognizing the enthusiasm. "That guy definitely knows who Y/N is," I muttered, shaking my head.

"There’s gotta be an exit! It’s an emergency!" Luffy says urgently.

I was about to step out when the topic shifted. "But, Mr. Luffy, what about the Flame-Flame Fruit?" said the same deep voice, pulling my attention back to why I was here in the first place.

Luffy’s voice turned serious again. "There’s only one guy I don’t want to get that fruit... but my friends' lives are in danger. I need to help them."

That’s when I knew I had to step in. Stepping out of the shadows, I caught their attention. "If you think you’re getting the Flame-Flame Fruit, you’re wrong." I locked eyes with Luffy, my smirk returning. "Sorry, Luffy. The fruit belongs to me."

The guy next to Luffy was instantly on the defensive, coming towards me. "Who the hell do you think you are?! That fruit belonged to Luffy’s big brother Ace—no one deserves it more than Mr. Luffy, and He’s also going to be King of the Pirates, you catch that!"

I pushed him aside with ease, eyes never leaving Luffy’s. "I know," I said, my voice steady. "I’ve known that for years."

Luffy’s eyes widened, recognition dawning. "Hey! What’s your deal? Why can’t I have the fruit?" he asked, confusion and frustration mingling in his voice.

I stopped just a few feet in front of him, pulling off my top hat with a smile.

Luffy’s jaw dropped, his eyes filling with tears. "It’s you!" he choked, his voice thick with emotion.

"It’s been a while," I said softly, smiling at him. "Luffy."

The next few moments were a blur of tears, the weight of our reunion settling in. But as much as I wanted to stay, we both knew our paths were pulling us in different directions. Luffy had to go, leaving me to take his place in the competition.

I watched him disappear into the distance, my heart heavy with memories of Ace and the battles we still had to face. But there wasn’t time to linger. I quickly shed my coat, hat, and cravat, loosening my blue long sleeve button shirt to reveal the "X" on my chest. I donned the gladiator helmet and mustache, completing my disguise with a deep red cloak. Now, I was ready.

Before stepping into the arena, I called Koala one last time. "I’m ready," I said, gripping the transponder snail tightly. "Oh, and I heard Robin’s in town. It’s been forever... I hope I get to see her." Said Koala her voice softened. "I’m glad you got to see Luffy."

I nodded, though she couldn’t see it. "Yeah. I thought he was gonna punch me." I chuckled, though my throat tightened with emotion. "I barely held it together."

Koala let out a teasing laugh. "Are you crying?"

I wiped at my eyes, trying to keep it together. "What? No! I’m not crying!" But it was a weak defense.

Koala’s tone shifted to something more serious. "You’re thinking about Ace, aren’t you? Wondering if you could’ve saved him... if you could’ve been there."

Her words struck deep, and for a moment, I couldn’t respond. The silence between us was heavy, filled with unspoken regret.

"You can’t blame yourself, Sabo," she said softly. "No one could have known."

I took a deep breath, steadying myself. "Yeah, I know." I sighed. "Let me know when you find out more about the underground. I’ll be ready."

"Okay. Koala added, her voice filled with concern.

I hung up, taking a moment to gather myself before stepping into the dome. "Ace, I’m gonna get that fruit back for you," I thought, my grip tightening. "Luffy and I... we’ll carry your will."

With that, I entered the arena, ready to fight for the Flame-Flame Fruit and the legacy Ace left behind.

Zoro POV…

"These disguises are weird, Kinemon," I said, adjusting the toy animal costume we were all squeezed into. It wasn’t exactly the most comfortable get-up, but it seemed to be fooling the Marines, so I couldn’t complain too much. Luffy, however, was having a harder time with it.

"Now, I know the Flame-Flame Fruit will be in good hands," he mumbled through his tears.

"Can you tell us why you’re crying?" I asked, watching him with a mix of concern and frustration. We were racing towards the palace, and this emotional detour was not helping our urgency.

"I never thought he might still be alive," Luffy said, his voice choked with emotion. "I was sure he died all those years ago, but all this time, he was out there."

"Who the hell are you talking about?" I demanded, my patience wearing thin. We were on a tight schedule, and Luffy’s emotional outburst was not helping our mission. Luffy continued to cry uncontrollably, his tears flowing freely. I smacked him on the head, trying to get his attention. "How long are you going to keep crying?!"

"I can’t help it!" Luffy sobbed, his voice cracking with the weight of his emotions.

"I’ve never seen Sir Luffy cry such profound tears; he must really care that his friend is here," Kinemon observed, his tone sympathetic yet practical.

"Yeah," Luffy managed to choke out through his tears. "It’s just—"

"How come I’ve never heard of this friend before? Who is this guy?" I pressed, trying to cut through the emotional haze.

"He’s... my brother!" Luffy finally revealed, his voice barely above a whisper.

"What! You mean Ace is somehow alive?!" I exclaimed, astonished. All those years ago, I thought Ace was lost to us forever. This revelation was mind-blowing.

Luffy, still struggling with his tears. "It’s just like Ace said back then. We may go different paths, but we are still brothers," he said, his voice a mix of laughter and crying.

"Okay, but who is this guy?" I asked again, trying to clarify despite Luffy’s continued emotional state.

Y/N POV…

Groaning, I felt as though I'd been run over by a freight train. Cold water hit me with a jolt, soaking through my clothes and causing my body to shiver uncontrollably. I struggled to move, only to find that my wrists were shackled tightly to the arms of a chair.

"What the hell...?" I mumbled, disoriented and trying to process my surroundings.

Doflamingo’s voice, laced with malevolence, cut through my confusion. "Ah, Princess, you’re finally awake," he drawled, his presence looming menacingly. Fujitora sat beside him, observing with an inscrutable expression.

"I hope you don’t mind. I took the liberty of hastening things along," Doflamingo said with a taunting grin. The cold water had only added to my discomfort, and I could see the malevolent satisfaction in his eyes.

"You bastard!" I shouted, struggling against the restraints.

Doflamingo’s laughter was chilling. He moved closer, his gaze fixed on me as his hand traced dangerously close to my neck. "Ah, still with that fiery spirit," he purred. "It makes me desire you even more."

I tried to push his hand away with my shoulder, my irritation boiling over. Before I could respond, a sharp crackle interrupted us as a subordinate’s voice came through a transponder snail. "Cyborg Franky is trying to breach the main entrance of the toy factory!"

"Franky!" My heart raced. "Phase 2 is underway. Luffy will be here soon."

Doflamingo’s attention shifted to Fujitora. "This chaos is unacceptable. This nation is affiliated with the World Government. You’re supposed to assist me."

Fujitora gave a curt nod and stood up. Doflamingo’s focus returned to me, his smile predatory. His gaze landed on the heart-shaped necklace Law had given me, and he reached out, his fingers playing with it.

"Who gave you this necklace?" he demanded, his tone cold and commanding.

I stayed silent, defiance clear in my eyes. Doflamingo’s patience snapped. He grabbed my chin forcefully, making me look directly at him. "I’m not asking again. Who gave you this necklace?"

I remained mute, and his anger boiled over. With a violent yank, he tore the necklace from my neck and threw it against the wall. The chain snapped, and the heart shattered into 2 pieces.

"Think you can defy me even from beyond the grave, Rosinante!?" Doflamingo hissed, his voice filled with rage.

I glared at him, trying to stay composed despite the chaos. "No matter," Doflamingo continued, regaining his smug demeanor. "Princess, I think it’s time we get you out of these wet clothes." His fingers trailed over the fabric of my mesh top, and I tried to shrug him off.

Then he gripped my left shoulder and dug his fingers into the bullet wound, causing a sharp, searing pain to shoot through me. "Ahhh!" I cried out.

Doflamingo’s smirk widened, clearly pleased with my reaction. He picked up another transponder snail and spoke into it. "Baby 5, prepare the princess for me."

"Why should I?" Baby 5’s voice replied, tinged with annoyance.

"Because I need you to," Doflamingo said smoothly. "The young master… needs me... Alright, I’ll be up shortly!" Baby 5 responded before hanging up.

As I tried to steady my breathing, I noticed that despite being shackled and soaked, my rings and anklet were still on me. Along with the weight of my bracelet. It was a small comfort amidst the pain. However, my swords were nowhere to be found.

Doflamingo seemed to read my thoughts. He leaned in, his grin widening. "If you’re searching for your swords," he taunted, "good luck trying to find them. I’ve hidden them very well."

I stared at him, my mind racing. "How... how did you.." I said, struggling to understand.

Doflamingo’s eyes gleamed with dark amusement. "Oh, I have my methods," he said cryptically, as he slowly traced a finger from my collarbone up to my face, making my skin crawl. His attention shifted as the video transponder snail flickered to life, broadcasting the fight in the colosseum.

"See that old man? Your granddaughter sure is lucky, if I do say so myself, King Riku," Doflamingo said menacingly, his words dripping with mockery.

"King Riku?" I thought, my mind racing.

"Who would have thought this would become a family affair, interesting," Doflamingo continued. "What happened? Willing to drop some elbows for a devil fruit? Oh, how the mighty have fallen."

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a shadowy figure in chains, dressed in a gladiator outfit. "Was he also in the tournament?" I wondered, watching him carefully.

"Your family has been acting a little off today," Doflamingo sneered. "And that includes sweet little Violet’s betrayal. I don’t believe in coincidences, so, is this some kind of coincidence?" He taunted King Riku, stepping closer to the deposed king.

King Riku began to explain why he had entered the tournament, and my heart tugged at his words. "This poor king, he really was trying to protect his people."

Suddenly, Doflamingo’s attention shifted again, this time to another figure I hadn’t noticed before. He stepped in front of a chained and unconscious Trafalgar Law. "She put so much stock in this rookie, and look what’s become of him—Trafalgar Law," Doflamingo said smugly. Law was bound by seastone shackles, slumped in a chair.

"Law!" I cried, my heart racing. "Law, please wake up!" I struggled against my own restraints, my chains clinking as I rattled them. I caught a glimpse of his face—still unconscious. "Law..." I whispered, my voice barely audible as Doflamingo loomed over me once more.

I instinctively tried to kick out at him with my right leg, but it barely moved. I felt the tug of something hard restraining me further. "Princess," Doflamingo said, amusement playing on his lips, "you didn’t honestly think I’d leave you with just chains, did you? Not with that monstrous kick of yours. My strings control everything."

"Damn it!" I thought, frustrated that I hadn’t realized my legs were bound too.

Doflamingo continued to taunt me, his voice full of derision. "And what about that boy, the one who became famous with demon blood in his veins? How pathetic, thinking they could defeat me."

I laughed in response, despite the fear gnawing at my insides. "That’s where you’re wrong, Doffy," I said defiantly. "My captain will defeat you, because he’s going to be King of the Pirates!"

Doflamingo’s face twisted in anger. Without warning, he reached for my throat, his hand tightening around my neck, cutting off my air supply. I gasped, struggling to breathe as his grip constricted. "Naughty little princess, aren’t you?" he growled through gritted teeth.

Just as I felt my vision begin to blur, Baby 5 burst into the room. "Young Master! I’m here! You needed me?" she chirped, her eyes gleaming with eagerness.

Doflamingo smirked and finally let go of my neck, allowing me to gasp for air, coughing as my lungs burned from the sudden intake of oxygen. "Take the princess to my quarters and get her ready for me," he ordered coldly.

As Baby 5 moved to drag me away, I choked out, "Wait!" My voice was hoarse, my body trembling. "I’ll make you a deal."

Doflamingo raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? And what deal could a captured little princess like you possibly offer me?"

I swallowed hard, trying to steady my racing heart as Doflamingo’s smirk widened, his dark amusement never wavering. I knew I had to play this carefully, or everything would fall apart.

“We can continue playing this game of chase,” I said, my voice slightly hoarse but defiant. “If you can catch me, then you can do whatever you want.” I saw his eyes gleam with interest, and I sensed the desire in his tone before he even spoke. “But,” I added, my voice firmer now, “if I win, you let Law go. No tricks, no strings attached.”

Doflamingo chuckled darkly, stepping closer until he was mere inches from my face. “Oh, Princess,” he said, voice dripping with malicious glee, “you think you can outsmart me? That you can run from me?” His fingers trailed along my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine. “You’re more fun than I thought.”

I clenched my jaw, meeting his gaze unflinchingly. “It’s your move, Doffy. But remember... if I win, Law walks free.”

For a moment, the room was filled with tense silence. Then, Doflamingo stepped back, letting out a low, dangerous laugh. “Alright, Princess, I’ll play your little game. But if I catch you…” His voice dropped, thick with sinister intent, “You’re mine. No more negotiations.”

I swallowed my fear, knowing that I had just gambled everything on this.

Suddenly, a subtle shift in the air made my pulse quicken. “Phase 3 is in motion,” I thought, feeling a rush of adrenaline as I prepared for the next step. Time was running out, and I had to move fast.

The challenge was set. Now, it was time to see if I could stay one step ahead of the devil himself.

Zoro POV…

We finally made it to the palace steps, but it felt like a damn maze to get in. "There’s going to be a lift just ahead!" said the little fairy perched on my shoulder.

"Okay, listen, the palace, the toy house, and the tree port where the Smile factory is—they’re all connected," she continued.

"So that means Traffy and Y/N gotta be at the top floor!" Luffy exclaimed, already fired up.

"That’s right," she confirmed, nodding. "To get access to the factory, you need to either pass through the palace or enter through the toy house."

I adjusted the little fairy on my shoulder, feeling her tiny hands grip my hair for balance. "I can’t wait to see you guys!" Luffy grinned, bouncing with excitement.

"We don’t show our faces often, the only people allowed are the Straw Hat crew and Usoland," she said casually.

"Uso-what?" I frowned, not sure if I even heard that right.

"There’s no time to explain all the details! Operation SOP is underway. You can see it there—that’s the lift entrance to the palace I was telling you about," she pointed ahead. "Only problem is, we need a passcode to get in."

"We can just kick their butts!" Luffy said, ready to swing into action.

"No! You do that, it’ll draw unnecessary attention to us," the fairy snapped back, her wings fluttering in annoyance.

"What’s so wrong with that?" Luffy muttered under his breath.

"I’m stuck with a blockhead who gets lost and a simpleton who believes everything is solved with his fists," she said, shaking her tiny head.

"What did you just call me?!" I growled, clenching my fist in annoyance. This little fairy was really starting to get on my nerves.

"Somebody's there," Luffy said suddenly, drawing our attention.

A woman on a toy horse appeared from the shadows, her eyes sharp as they landed on Luffy. "Are you Straw Hat Luffy?" she muttered quietly.

"Yeah, what of it?" Luffy replied without hesitation, earning an annoyed groan from both me and Kin’emon.

"Don’t just tell her that!" I snapped, glaring at him.

The woman dismounted, revealing herself fully. "Come with me. I’m here to guide you to the palace," she said, stepping closer.

As she removed her cloak, the realization hit me like a punch to the gut.

It was Violet.

“It’s great that you want to help and all, but do you really think you can pull this off?” I asked Violet, trying to assess the situation.

“Don’t worry, I have the pass that you mentioned,” Violet replied, glancing at the door. “But you should take another route instead. Although the lift will take you straight to the palace, you’re still at risk.”

“Let’s go back to Plan A, then,” Luffy said enthusiastically. “Let’s kick ass and get to Y/N and Traffy!”

“That won’t do!” I yelled, frustration clear in my voice. “And more importantly,” Violet interjected, “you look suspicious.”

“Madame, I am offended,” Kinemon said, taking a defensive stance.

“Wait, come to think of it, aren’t you the one who lured our idiot cook earlier?” I said, narrowing my eyes at Violet. “Did you by any chance give Sanji the map of the toy house? How did you acquire it?”

“I was one of Doflamingo’s subordinates,” she confessed.

“She was only pretending to be a bad guy!” the little fairy chimed in, her voice filled with a mix of relief and urgency. I looked up at the palace, the weight of our mission pressing heavily on me. “We’re close. Y/N, just hold on a little longer.”

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aonungyoufuck · 2 years ago

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Runaway {pt 2}

Parts: One , Three

Synopsis: Small Family moment with your Brothers. Ao’nung confesses why he stayed. Ao’nung hissing at his mom

“Sister. I bring you my hunt today” Lo’ak said barging in as if you hadn’t been asleep.

Groaning, you rubbed your head as you sat up. “Eywa, Lo’ak you could have at least made noise just so i wake up normally”

“Sorry”

You could see Neteyam come up behind him and smacked him.

“You’ll be happy to know Everything is well in the family. Cant say Lo’ak hasn’t gotten into a few scuffles here and there however”

“ I have not!”

“Of course he did”

Neteyam nodded. He had always been able to confide with you as you two both had the same responsibility to look after your youngers. “I am guilty of it too tho. Had to make sure this Skxawng didn't get lost as sea as well”

“Translation: He wanted to have fun” Lo’ak Said slicing the fish he had Brought to you

You could only roll your eyes as you took a bit of the fruit that had been left there.

“I heard Ronal isn’t at all too pleased to know Ao’nung stayed here last night” Neteyam said

“HE STAYED HERE? AT NIGHT? WITH YOU?”

“Oh please I was asleep. Apparently the fool slept sitting” you spoke watching Lo’ak prepare your food. Luckily enough he was getting better and better. Perhaps your mother taught him a thing or two. “However, I am going to ask Ronal if she could Teach me. Not train me per say but hopefully something so i can repay her kindness. I mean once this baby is born its really just Tsireya. I would like to help her, you know?”

“Hmm Maybe. If Ronal would allow you such” Neteyam said Splitting the food to you three.

“Where’s The rest of the family?”

“Mom is preparing some food for Kiri and Tuk. I think Dad’s still Out with Tonowari? I dont know for what really tho so i cant really say” Neteyam spoke handing you bits and pieces of the fish and fruit.

It made you smile, and roll your eyes. You weren’t a child but it was nice of him to know he still cared for you as such. Even tho you werent at all that much younger than him.

“I see” You nodded as you continued to eat. You should give Lo’ak credit for the meat being prepared well.

“Its nice all of us. Eating like this”

“Yeah cause we don't eat” You spoke feeling a hard slap to your side. “LO’AK?”

“You know what i mean okay”

“Lo’ak do not hurt our sister. Cant you see she is on her deathbed”

“You both are the worst you know? It would be you dead if i hadn’t stepped in you know?”

It was just this for a while. You didnt count the seconds that passed. You just basked in it. But soon they had to leave. You bid them farewell and to tell the rest of the family to enjoy their night. As you sat there. Waiting. And it hadn’t been long till you heard the jostling of beads at the door.

“You may come in”

To no one's surprise but maybe Ao’nung himself. He stepped in. “Mother brought this” he spoke, handing you the bowl of very still Wet Algae along with some roots that had been boiled alongside it. “Its suppose to help with any internal pain you may feel"

“Thank you” If it was bitter tasting well you didnt have to let him know. “ i heard you got one nasty cramp on your back since you stayed here last night”

“Well you heard wrong”

“Ao’nung. I saw you” You said giggling a bit to see his ears flatten.

“Alright well what do you want me to do? You were basically giving me your last words last night. Cant exactly sleep knowing id be blamed for leaving you alone” He said moving the mess your brother’s didnt exactly clean up.

“Im sorry i left you on such a bad note” You apologized. Drinking the last bit of the bland broth and chewing on the roots.

“Man. Your Brothers suck at cleaning you know?”

“They tried their best” You could only chew harder. The question is harboring in your mind “may i ask you something?”

“You already did. But go on” Ao’nung sat in front of you.

“Do you think, I could ask your mother to teach me some stuff? Not Tsahik training or anything of that sort. But just to help her when your sibling is born?”

“I mean i dont think she’ll like it all too much. But she's a reasonable woman. So i know she'll teach you if you ask” Ao’nung took your fruit bowl from you and began eating “But you are the most Reasonable from your siblings too. Given you haven’t gotten into fights and you have learned our ways faster than your siblings. Well aside your sister”

“ i guess you’re right, Maybe i did more good in not joining in on kicking your ass”

“Pff. You think you can beat me?”

“In anything Fish lips”

Ao’nung couldn't help but laugh. Making you smile as you watched.

“I think this is the first time i heard you laugh like that. Its nice” you smiled at him looking at the floor as you felt your hair fall down.

“Was the way i laughed before ugly or something?”

“Way to ruin the moment” you laughed a little rubbing your temple. “I meant in a sense where you aren't laughing out of mocking someone y'know?”

“Oh”

“Yeah oh” You Were getting tired. The food and the pain numbing as you laid down. “Now if you may. You better get going before your mother gets mad for you staying here again” you didn’t wait for a respond. Not that you could hold the sleep coming to you

But Ao’nung didnt move. His spear now at his side as he sat between your sleeping form and the only entrance to this place. He didn't know why. But something in him told him to just protect you while you were in this vulnerable state.

He thought himself crazy. Why was he so persistent on caring for you? Why did he agree with his mother? Why wasn’t he bothered? But seeing you just lay there made him think. Made him fall back on seeing your body heave and wheeze with the pain of having an open wound. You were nearly dead. You almost died. It did not only affect Tsireya but himself too.

He just kept watch grip tightening when he heard the faintest of noise. Tail laying atop of you making sure you kept breathing. Letting out a low hiss when he saw the curtain open. But quickly dropping his ears.

“Ao’nung! Its time you head home” His mother spoke. Stern and cold. Looking down at you as you didnt stir.

“But”

“No, I will not argue this. You are to go home and she will be sleeping here tonight alone. You can see her again tomorrow evening. I dont know why you want to but you can then. For now go home and head to bed” She ordered leaving no room to argue.

She watched as he bit back his tongue. Standing up spear in hand as he walked out. Ronal only turned to look at you. Placing the wet paste on top of the sheer wraps around you. “ I dont get what this boy sees in protecting you. You are safe and alive. It should be enough” She muttered out.

“Nete..yam”

She looked at you. Your worried expression trembled as your hand shook and moved slightly, reaching out. She could only sigh in exhaustion. ‘Soon’ she thought as she had to think. She would rather swallow her pride than let Neytiri help her as she had offered for helping her children. But realistically what other option was there, she thought.

“Hush now. You are well as is he” she could only whisper as if to ease your worried mind. Eywa had saved you, and that should be enough.

#avatar the way of water #atwow #atwow imagines #ao'nung x reader #aonung x reader #aonung #ao'nung #ao'nung x y/n #ao'nung x you #neteyam #kiri avatar #tuktirey #lo'ak sully #sully family

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thebluestbluewords · 7 months ago

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Rise of Red (princess status pending)

“Where are we?” Chloe asks, wide-eyed goggling at the buildings around her like she’s never seen a castle before.

Okay, it’s not like Red’s seen a castle like this one before either, but still. She’s at least making an effort to fit in.

“More like when are we?” Red shoots back. “We’re right where we were before the pocketwatch took us back. It’s a time machine, not a fucking teleportation device.”

Chloe frowns. She’s cute when she looks confused, not that Red cares. “That seems improbable. I mean, what are the odds that we’d be standing in exactly the same spot where we left from…fifty years ago?”

“My mom’s not that old.”

“Your mom built the whole castle in wonderland,” Chloe says, frowning. “She was queen when Lady Alice visited for the first time, which was over thirty years ago. According to our history books—“

Red can’t help the laugh that tears out of her. “Hah! Your history books?”

Chloe’s frown deepens. “What’s wrong with our history books?”

“For one thing, they totally ignore the Wonderland War.” Red snaps, keeping her voice low and dangerous, both because it makes Chloe lean closer to hear her, and because she is not going to cause a time travel incident by making any of these pre-Auradon princess types think that they should instigate the Great War a few years early. “And they say that you guys are the source of all the goodness and light in the world—“

“Wonderland didn’t exactly keep their hands clean either when it came to the villains—“

“We were the villains!” Red hisses, so loudly that Chloe flinches back. “We were part of the villainous uprising that led to you people locking up our friends, and we didn’t want to be pushed back into tweedletown or stuck with my mother for a queen, but those were the only two options you gave us!”

“The books say that Wonderland chose to secede from the United States of Auradon,” Chloe says, meeting Red’s glare straight on. “I know that books can be wrong, but while we’re here, we’re in a time before any of that. We need to remember that history as we know it hasn’t happened yet, so we need to be careful not to change too much and risk creating a time distortion so big we can’t get home.”

“Home. Where my mother is staging a coup.”

“Where my mother is a prisoner waiting for her beheading,” Chloe shoots back. “Unless you want to let things play out like that again, we need to get moving and figure out how to convince your mother not to be….”

“Herself?”

“I was going to say a tyrant.” Chloe says delicately. “But I suppose that works too.”

Red throws her arm out in a sweeping Red Court gesture towards the road ahead of them. Her fingers slip automatically into the shape of a heart, and she flips them back into a rude gesture instead. She’s not giving her mother the satisfaction, even from fifty-odd years away. “Lead the way, princess.”

Chloe makes a face that’s distinctly un-princess-y. “That’s the other thing we need to decide on before we find your mom. I can’t be the princess of Charmington here. Charmington doesn’t exist yet.”

Red scoffs. Of all the stupid things to be concerned about, of course her roommate is concerned about her own royal heritage before she’s supposed to be born. “Your dad’s still a prince. You can be his cousin, or something. I’d never,” she puts as much sarcasm as possible into the word, just in case Chloe really is as dense as she’s acting. “Deny you the royal treatment you so clearly deserve, princess.”

Chloe’s expression is so flat that she might as well be a flounder. “I meant that you cant call me a princess because telling everyone that I’m the heir to a country that doesn’t even exist yet is the fastest way I can think for us to get thrown in jail for espionage, if not outright treason. That is, unless you’d rather be sent to the madhouse instead?”

“Madhouses aren’t real. They’re a story that my mom made up to get those stupid hatters off her case.”

Chloe’s face falls even further. “They’re real. And that’s where we’ll be going if we don’t have a good cover story for who we are and why we’re here.”

Red shrugs. “You’re the one with the history books. Make something up.”

Chloe grins.

Oh, no.

#at this rate I’m going to construct a whole alternate plot based only on the first two teaser trailers #descendants #my fic #rise of red #descendants: blasphemy edition

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kurczeno · 3 months ago

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i love solas because he is one of the most prominent examples of media vs fanon

each time i see a fanart of his he is so yassified and i cant help but laugh bcs in game he looks like this fellas

my mom entered my room once when i had dai opened and immediately asked "why does he have pussy on his chin" which, i think, is a polish idiom used when someone has this like hole????? on their chin (tho to be fair i didnt notice this particular thing, my mom is just super rude. she once bullied a girl out of her school and the teachers are still scared of her, one of them she put in a hospital, but thats story for another time)

i mean, hes pretty ugly (meaning not conventionally attractive of course, because people have different tastes and shit). Which I actually rather like, because as a Solas ha... disliker, even I have to admit - when he suddenly flirts with you it's hot. Like the va is doing an amazing job + his confidence is quite attractive, considering the fact that usually we know him as this nerdy nerd. And now he's just like "I wanna dominate you :)" OUT OF THE BLUE? after telling you about some random shit abt the fade. I mean you're telling me this bald guy tm is more confident than, say, cullen?XD Who would a homeless, elvhen, apostate hobo practice on, fucking spirits? Mythal???? (oh sweet summer child)

And I like that about Bioware games, that many characters aren't traditionally attractive but that's not why people choose them. Garrus is literally a huge lizard?, Liara has tentacles on her head, Solas pic rel, Zevran I think was supposed to be conventionally hot? But theres something terrifying about him, idk, maybe the random amount of detail, in comparison to let's say, Leliana, Morri in the first game - same shit. Also what did they do to her make up jesus. Also Varric. For 13? years we see the community being absolutely insane about him, begging Bioware to let them romance him. And let's be honest, the Veilguard guy is yassified Varric (Solas too), that's NOT who they were horny for these 13 years ago (not me tho, I am loyal to Isabela. Still, I absolutely get you.)

So I started with the fanarts and I'll end with Veilguard, god bless ADHD. Bioware, leave my "ugly" companions alone ffs. I like them that way.

Also to be fair - i'm not exactly shitting on Veilguard here, or people making fanarts bcs

a) Inquisition did similar shit with Varric for example (Morri I think was supposed to be hot, but the graphics.......)

b) their drawing, their solas. I mean people like to "yassify" characters on fanarts (as my friend noticed, Fenris also usually has a more "basic" face on fanarts, and he already is quite "basic" in DA2) when they like the personality, it's pretty normal. Just a matter of preference, the way you imagine the character and, sometimes, not remembering the source material. So there's nothing wrong about that.

It's just that when I see hot solas fanarts/in veilguard I immediately remember the egg from the game

#dragon age inquisition #dragon age veilguard #solas #varric #zevran my beloved is also in this post bcs I cant talk about dragon age without mentioning him #Isa is not mentioned bcs lets be honest #shes the hottest women to walk this earth #ahh and merrill design #dragon age 2

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my-castles-crumbling · 16 days ago

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I want to start this off saying you dont have to reply if you dont want to i just felt like i really needed to talk to someone about it and i dont want to burden my friends with it.

Basically me and my mom have been getting in arguments because she has and idea of who i should be in her head and every time i make a mistake or accidentally remond her im not that person she gets upset. I dont know how to be quiet when she starts talking super condescendingly to me and this ends in an argument cause "i shouldnt be talking back". I dont know what to do any more. I tried for so long to be exactly who she wanted me to be and i literally couldnt be that person. But i tried for so long and it was killing me. It put me in a horrible place mentally until i finally gave up on being who she wants me to be and decided to just be me sort of. I dont really know whats me and whats left over from trying to be someone else for so long but im trying and im exhausted. I live with my mom and its not possible for another couple years for me to move out so i just have to deal with it. Most of the time i feel guilty for just existing because i cant be that person. I promise im gonna keep trying but im so exhausted because i get yelled at for struggling with every day tasks that are so easy for everyone else but they take so much effort from me. I feel like i need to tell my mom that i cant keep this up, that it almost killed me once and honestly its probably still left me with depression, but every time i work up the courage to say anything the words get stuck in my throat so i just dont. The biggest issue behind this is my emotions are either way to big or nonexistent and i just feel like i shouldnt exist because she had an idea of me and no matter how hard i try i cant even come close to being that person.

Anyways sorry for the rant, didnt mean for it to be so long. Obviously you dont have to respond if you dont want to, just knowong someone will read it and someone will know that im struggling for once is enough. Thank you so much <3

Hi!

Honestly, I think a lot of kids struggle with this. And I don't say that to negate your feelings, I say that to mean, you're very much not alone.

I think we need to remember that our parents' expectations of us aren't always realistic or feasible, and even though a lot of times it's based on love and good intentions, you can still be successful in other ways without meeting their intentions.

Also, our parents are just people. We don't need their approval to be good people or to be successful.

I think the best way to deal with this is to look at their expectations with a neutral perspective. Ask yourself, is this something that you absolutely HAVE to do in life to be a good person/be successful? If not, don't trip over yourself to meet that expectation unless you want to.

For example, if they want you to become a doctor, you don't have to do that to be successful unless you want to. You could also be a mechanic, and electrician, a teacher, etc. But if the expectation is to be respectful, then YES that's a fair expectation. There's a difference.

I hope this helps <3 naming you expectations anon

#asks #ask #ask cas #expectations anon

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schlattslonghairytoes · 22 days ago

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chapter eleven

real life!

schlatts pov

as the trip came to an end, we reached the last full day. none of us had managed to talk about what happens next, or when we would all be in the same room together again, but all i knew was i had to see talia again, and soon, after two years of not seeing my favorite person i need to be with her at all times.

it was currently 9:07 am, and we all left at different times today and tomorrow. talia and i slept in her room last night because we both decided we needed to be with each other, and i agreed happily when she asked to cuddle last night, so here we are.

i had woken up around 20 minutes before her, and i didn't want to move, so i lay there with her in my arms and i watched her.

it sounds creepy, im aware, but she looked so peaceful and happy, so i couldn't convince myself to move.

when i felt that she was starting to wakeup, i thought it would be funny to pretend to sleep to see what she would do.

"jay?" she said groggily, and i started to laugh a bit. when she noticed i was awake, she settled back in and rested her head in the crook of my neck. everything bad that had happened in the past few years had begun to melt away.

that was until she started to get up.

"no, talia, come back," i said, sleep still apparent in my voice. she laughed at my begging but continued her walk to the bathroom. her absence made me so cold that i decided to get up, too. i followed her to the bathroom and began to brush my teeth at her side, laughing at how easy it was to be domestic with her.

"when am i gonna see you again jay?" she asks, shattering the peace. i was silent, i knew we had to bring it up.

"lia, to be honest i have no idea? i mean we live so far apart, and i cant live with not talking to you again." i sigh.

"what if i come stay with you, or you come stay with me?" she turned to me and i took in her appearance. mouth covered in toothpaste, a huge hoodie (mine) that made her look tiny, messy hair, puffy sleep-filled eyes, and still, shes the most beautiful woman ive ever seen.

the longer i stared at her the more i realise i need to give her an answer. "i dont care where, i just want to be with you."

jesus, so much for playing it cool.

she laughs at me and finishes brushing her teeth, stealing little glances at me through the mirror. she spits out her toothpaste before saying,

"well i kinda miss your mom, and it wouldnt be too bad to come and visit the big apple" she laughs as she says the big apple, mutually agreeing that the use of the term is very cringe.

"alright well since your literally inlove with me and want me so bad, you can stay with the schlatt's." she smiles and hits me "ma and dad will be very happy to see you, when i told them that we dont talk anymore ma freaked out on me, i actually didnt tell you but she even went to your moms place to look for you."

talias face dropped as she waited for the rest of the story "she told me you and your mom dont talk anymore and kinda didnt wanna talk about it anymore, she was really sad about it." talia laughed and picked up her mood

"i really wanna see your sister, and i wanna see your room, and the shitty elevator in your apartment, and the park near by. i wanna go back to new york."

she was now sitting on the bathroom counter looking up at me, and all i wanted to do was kiss her.

i wanted to kiss her so fucking hard.

and thats exactly what i did.

real life!

teds pov

as much as i didnt want to leave my friends, i was excited to hang out with schlatt and talia and drive up to LA to bring schlatt to the airport, and deliver talia home to brittany

we were planning to leave around 10 and it was nearing 930

i was all packed and schlatt and talia were no where to be seen

i checked both their rooms, the backyard, the basement, the garage and even the pool, i decided to just pack up for them since maybe they were out?

i didnt even know, but as i began to pack schlatts shit up, i heard something fall in the bathroom, thought nothing of it, until i heard what sounded way to close to a moan.

no fucking way.

i moved closer to the bathroom to investigate, and low behold, i hear shuffling kissing and schlatt fucking groaning

and now im no idiot, i knew what was going on, but how funny would it be if i had everyone walk in on them

fucking top teir comedy.

real life!

talias pov

making out with schlatt was my new favorite activity.

his large hands were roaming around my skin, my back was pressed against the mirror of the bathroom, and our mouths were begging for eachother.

he pulled away he laughed at my messed up hair, all i could focus on was his beautiful eyes, the deep brown was calling my name, i layed my forehead against his,

"i missed this" i whispered

"me too" he breathed before diving right back in and making his way down my neck as i threaded my hands through his thick hair

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!"

me and schlatt jolt away from eachother and stare at roughly ten people standing awkwardly at our bathroom door, and an especially confused charlie

"can we help you guys?" schlatts face remained straight but i quietly began to lose it

no one at the door repsonded to schlatt, so naturally he slammed the door and turned back to me with a goofy grin on his face

"where were we?" he smiled up at me, clearly holding back his laughter.

we quietly waited for everyone to leave, and decided we had to go pack or schlatt would miss his flight

i sat in my room with my packed bag and thought about what would happen from here, and how goddamm excited i was for this new chapter to begin.

#schlatt #jschlatt x reader #schlattslonghairytoes #youtube #lunchclub #schlatt x reader

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lover-of-mine · 1 year ago

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Your post about Buck needing to be the one who chooses got me thinking—it's not just that he's gotten into a bunch of relationships without really trying to initiate them, he's also needed his hand held through every single major milestone in those relationships. He was kinda shamed (lol) into asking Abby out on Valentine's Day, he needed Bobby to tell him to step in with her with her mom. When Taylor started acting weird, it didn't even seem to occur to him that something must be wrong—he just assumed that she was gonna leave him, and he literally had to be told by Bobby to at least talk things through with her. He would've never asked her to move in if not for the thing with Lucy. He wouldn't have attempted to reach out to Natalia again if she didn't come back. The only time I can think of him attempting to actually start something is in 4x12 when he's trying to flirt with Taylor and even that seemed kinda half-hearted and all over the place? He just doesn't even try! And look, it's one thing to need advice, and it's another to need an external push for literally every step of a relationship.

With Eddie, though, it's completely the opposite. From day one, Buck is all-in without needing direction from anyone—whether it's following him into danger, helping him with Chris, actually noticing whenever Eddie was not himself—especially in s5, where Buck panicked if Eddie got so much as a papercut, which really shows how apathetic he was with Taylor—and trying to help Eddie as best he could. And he's never needed anyone to tell him to do any of this. So, when it comes to choosing, there's already a precedent of Buck taking initiative when it comes to Eddie, as opposed to his other romantic endeavours. So, really, Buck being the one to finally initiate things between him and Eddie and choose him, is really the natural conclusion of all this.

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No but that's true, it's like Bobby says when Buck freaks out that Taylor is gonna leave him, he gets in relationships without having any idea how he got there or what to do when things get rough. He couldn't even figure out what to get Taylor for Christmas. And you're so right even his flirting with her was all over the place (how that man managed to sleep with as many people as the show implies is a mystery because he has no game, there's no way he was getting women on biceps alone but that's not the point now kapaka). He just goes through the motions with all of these women and keeps struggling because he decided love is work but cant see they it's work as in love won't just fall in your lap, you need to do something to get it, not as in I need to hold on to this forever and ever even if I don't want to be here anymore. And the whole thing with Natalia is that Buck was talking about wanting to pick the right person but she was the first woman we saw paying any attention to him all season and dude just latched on to that (don't blame would've also folded like a paper plane) but that exactly what he did to Taylor. While Natalia is miles better than Taylor for a lot of reason beginning with simply for the fact that she apologized for leaving when she came back, Buck is hanging on to whatever love is offered to him while failing to look around himself and see the connections he already has in his life. And the thing about Buck being attuned to Eddie since day one is so true, he never really hesitates with Eddie because the things Eddie needs seems to come on instinct to him. And he's so deep in his insecurities that he doesn't notice the way that Eddie keeps choosing to stay over and over again. Eddie picked Buck with the "you're badass under pressure" and has continuously picked Buck. Someone in the tags of that post also said something about Buck not realizing that Eddie misses him, and that's also true, I don't think Buck realizes exactly how big the space he has on Eddie's life is but since he always had to beg for love and Eddie has been giving it to him freely and without expectations he doesn't register that love as love. Like I said in my Eddie fell first essay, Buck never knew home as a place where he could find love. And that's what Eddie is, Eddie is a safe place to land no matter what. And I think in the end that's the thing, he never knew love with no strings attached so he doesn't know how to look for it. But he will never get the type of love he wants until he puts in the work to look for it. Because let's face it Eddie has been sitting around waiting for Buck to catch up for AT LEAST all of season 6.

Also if what Buck and Eddie have are not the exact opposite of the thing Bobby says "you just go with the flow and find yourself in a relationship with no idea how you got there or what to do when things start to go wrong" (went back to get the exact quote) because Buck made a conscious decision of inserting himself into Eddie's life. Eddie never asked for help with Christopher, Buck stepped up and offered because he could and that exchange tied them together. And contrary to every other relationship on Buck's life, Buck actually does know what to do when things go wrong with Eddie. But at the same time Buck didn't even notice. The man has a whole ass CHILD and he still hasn't realized what he has. I need to shake him around like and etch a sketch to see if stuff starts to register into that brain of his.

#anyway Buck dramatic speech about how Eddie is the one person who never left him before eddie grabs him and kisses hin 2024 #911 #buddie thoughts #i guess #911 meta #for saving purposes #i really need a tag for asks #anon 😌

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throughtrialbyfire · 10 months ago

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Thank you for answering my ask! Ok but now I have to hear about his family and mommy issues 👀 perhaps

oooo thank u again for another ask bc i have THOUGHTS

i dont have much figured out abt them yet but his family is. well. they do exist!!

his mother is the product of generational abuse that kept going, i think. she got the same silent treatment and need for praise as she passed on to her son. ciceros grandmother is not in the picture bc his mom hates her mother, and uses the "arent you glad im not THAT terrible of a parent" after doing the same shit to her son. lol. lmao even. and his mother treating him this way gave him an INTENSE need for praise. he would do anything for her and she would still find fault. and when she DID praise him, it was like the clouds parted. he'd done something RIGHT and now he just needed to keep doing things the Right Way for her praise. and i dont think his mother was an overwhelmingly cruel person. i think she taunted and teased him like a playground bully sometimes bc thats how she was also raised, and you work with the tools you're given in life. i think she regretted having a child bc of the circumstances he was brought into, like maybe not being able to provide for him the way she wished she could, so she took it out on him. and sometimes she was cruel, but it wasnt ciceros fault for being born.

i dont have much on his father other than hes not often around, but i think this has more to do with just not being Able to be around. no idea why yet.

anyways i dont think cicero exactly ran away, but i think a whirlwind of circumstances lead to him being on his own at 12, fending for himself. maybe he killed someone on accident during these years and didnt regret it, and felt fine with it, actually. and someone from the dark brotherhood found him, maybe out of pity taking him in, or maybe seeing he was capable of being trained into a damn good assassin. either way he wound up with them, wholly dedicated to the cause.

back to his mommy issues, the ordeal with his mother and how she raised him left a permanent mark. perhaps cicero, deep down, always looked to the night mother more than sithis in his own subconscious way, and having her coffin and her corpse being under his protection and having a mother figure who cannot scold him or scorn him or hurt him in any way.... maybe it wormed into his brain. this idea that the night mother has to love him. or that she cant exactly say she doesnt.

#bishop.txt #cicero #tesblr #skyrim #asks #cicero skyrim #tes cicero #tes v

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donnetellotheturtle · 11 months ago

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Wings

Chapter 2

“Its your house. You get it.” Nuru said after a long moment.

Hugo glared. Then the doorbell rang again.

Varian swallowed hard, unable to move. Hugo took a deep breath. “Hide feathers. I’ll take care of this.”

“But-“ He was being gently pushed by Nuru towards a door. A basement, if he had to guess. She opened the door and, confirming the feeling, it led to a set of stairs. Nuru pulled Varian down them. It was freezing down there. Varian immediately started to shiver.

Hugo swallowed hard as the doorbell rang for a third time. He opened the door.

Standing there, was Yong. Crap. He forgot he was supposed to tutor the teen today. And his mom dropped him off early. He looked at the clock. 11:00. Usually he didn’t come until 12.

“Hey Hugo!” Yong grinned, coming in.

“Yong I can’t-“

“My mom said that there was a huge bird out this morning! There were these guys passing out flyers! It looked super cool! Maybe we can go look for then instead of tutoring today!”

“No we cant.”

Yong pouted. “I wont tell my mom if you don’t.”

Hugo pushed his glasses up on his nose. He was too tired for this. “Yong…”

“….I saw something in the window earlier.”

Ah. Yong was watching them. Why was he not surprised?

“What did you see?”

“…A huge wing.” Yong looked at him with those intelligent, kind eyes. The teen truly meant no harm. He was just curious. “…I thought it was fake. Then it moved.”

Hugo sighed softly, running a hand through his hair. “You can’t tell anyone about this.”

“I wont! I promise!” Yong gripped his schoolbag.

“Do you have one of those flyers?”

The teen nodded, and pulled his schoolbag, and gave it over to Hugo.

It was definitely Varian. Though blurry, he could see the boys teal streak in his hair. The flyer was offering up 10000 dollars for whoever caught him. That…that wasn’t a good sign. Yong must have seen the grim look on his face, cause he hugged Hugos waist.

Hugo hugged back, then pulled away.

“Is the person in this picture okay?” Yong asked.

Hugo sighed. “Not exactly…he’s skittish and scared. He doesn’t trust us, really and I can’t say I blame him…not many people would pass up a prize like this.”

Yong bit his lip. “…Are you going to give him up?”

Hugo thought about it for a moment. The prize was good money but…the look on Varian’s face…that look when he first woke up this morning. It haunted him.

“No.”

Yong smiled, relived. “Good.”

Hugo chuckled. He knew what Donella and Cyrus would do in this situation and it filled his stomach with dread. He had to get Varian out of this house, away from dangerous eyes.

“So, what are you going to do?” Yong asked.

“I don’t know…I really don’t.” Hugo sighed.

“Can I…can I meet him?”

Hugo looked at the teen giving him puppy eyes. Then sighed. “I’ll see if he’s up for it.”

“Yong’s here…he was the one watching us earlier.”

“Is that a good or bad thing?”

“He knows about Varian.”

There was a short pause in the conversation.

“He doesn’t mean any harm. Though he does want to meet Varian…”

“I’m not sure that’s a great idea.”

“maybe run it by him? There’s also something else we need to discuss. There’s this flyer….with a 10000 dollar prize for Varian.”

“…Holy shit.”

“I know.”

“you’re not…thinking about it are you?”

“Of course not! I mean I did for a second…”

“Hugo.”

“I’m not going to take it.”

“…let’s not tell him about the flyers just yet. Might make him bolt. I’d rather not chase after him in the snow.”

“Agreed. About Yong?”

“Right. I’ll ask.”

Hugo turned to Yong quickly. “Could you hide that flyer? We don’t want to freak him out.”

Yong nodded and stuffed it into his schoolbag.

“Varian said its okay, but he wants to make sure it’s not a trap.”

Hugo thought about how to make him more comfortable. He wasn’t sure.

“What would make him the most comfortable?”

A short pause.

“Giving him a lot of space, but everyone in view.”

“Got it.”

Hugo gently pulled Yong away from the door, and waited. A minute later, Nuru led the way in and Varian followed.

“Woah…” Yong whispered. “Cool!”

Varian stared at the shorter boy nervously.

“Can you fly? How fast can you go? Have you ever flown as high as an airplane? Where did you come from?”

Yong was bouncing on his heels. Varian calmed down a little seeing the teens excitement.

“Uh…yeah, usually. Not right now cause of the splint but I can go pretty fast. I’ve never measured it though. I’ve flown higher than airplanes actually. It's really cold up there. I came from…Corona.”

All three of them turned to Varian.

“Corona?” Nuru questioned. “Where’s that?”

Varian bit his lip. “An island in the sky…”

“Cool!!!” Yong came up to Varian. “I’m yong!” He held out a hand.

“Uh, Varian.” Varian took it slowly.

Yong shook it excitedly.

“Feathers, if you’re from an island in the sky, how did you get down here?” Hugo asked.

Varian tensed. “I um…I….”

Nuru frowned, putting a hand on Hugos shoulder. “Questions for another time, Hue.”

“Right. Sorry.”

Varian smiled a bit in relief. Hugo bit his cheek. The winged boy reminded him of himself just after he was adopted by Donella. Jumpy and scared and ready to run at a moments notice if something went wrong. Ready to lie, cheat, steal, and betray at a moments notice if it meant he stayed alive.

Hugo shook those thoughts out of his head.

He watched as Yong asked questions to Varian.

“Whats Corona like?”

“Uh well…it’s a small kingdom. Ruled by queen Rapunzel after her parents retired.”

“Does she have wings too?”

“Yeah. Golden ones that are like 6 feet wide!”

Hugo smiled as Varian lit up in talking about his home.

“Woah!!”

“And my…my dad…” Varian faltered. “Oh my god…my dad.”

Hugo put a hand on Varians shoulder, squeezing it. “You okay?”

“I just…I haven’t thought about him in years…not since…”

Varian looked down, only for Yong to hug him. He looked at the teen. “It sounds like you miss him a lot.”

“I do…I really do. We lived out in old Corona together…a smaller island connected to the bigger one…I helped with the farm. He was the only one I had…no…no one there really understood me. At least he tried to.”

Hugo sighed. “We’re getting you home.”

“Huh?” Varian looked over to him.

“We’re going to get you home to your dad, Feathers.”

Varian all at once had hope, suspicion, fear, and excitement in his face. “…how?”

“I don’t know.” Hugo admitted. “But it’s better than staying here.”

Nuru nodded. “Youre one of us now, Varian.”

“O-One of you?”

Hugo grinned, wrapping an arm around Varian’s shoulders, careful of his bad wing. “Yeah angel. The dork patrol.”

Yong giggled. “That isn’t our team name!”

“You’re right! I nominate team flight control as our name.” Nuru said.

“Well I like the best friend squad!”

Hugo looked at Varian. “What do you think angel?”

Varian thought for a second. “….Team radical?”

“Yes!” The three called out, grinning. Varian chuckled.

Varian felt warmth in his stomach. Just a couple of hours and these two were already claiming Varian as one of their own. It felt, oddly calming. Varian couldn’t trust it though.

What if they wanted something? What if they learned about the money they would get for turning him in?

What if all of this was some dream his brain made up to help him cope with being in that awful place? One where he had friends and people he could trust.

“Angel.” Hugo was suddenly close to Varians face. It made the winged boys face heat up.

“Y-Yeah?”

“You can trust us. Okay?”

Varian bit his lip. “…You promise?”

Hugo took his hand. It made Varians face heat up more.

“I promise.”

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