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pandorxxx · 2 years ago

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Obsession…

Aonung (20) x omatikayan fem reader (19)

Warnings: SMUT THE HOUSE, p in v, bondage, CNC (kinda), squirting, cursing, pinning.

🔞Minors, do not interact🔞

You were obsessed with Aonung from the moment you and your family arrived in the Metkayina clan to seek uturu. How tall he was, his light blue skin, his hair when he let it down, his manly scent. Everything about him sent you over the edge so much so that you would stalk him from the trees, watching him do his daily chores. You would ask about him all the time, and follow him around. You knew his schedule like the back of your hand. Now, were the feelings mutual? Not at all. Actually, they were the polar opposite. Aonung thought you all were freaks. As Time went on, he slowly started to warm up to your family, but he couldn’t stand your obsessive behavior towards him. You thought that if he would just give you a chance, he would see that you weren’t all that bad.

“Hey, do you know where Aonung is?” You asked as you walked up to your siblings sitting on the beach. Neteyam sighs loudly, and kiri rolls her eyes.

“Y/n, he wants nothing to do with you. Don’t you get that?” Kiri spat, making your mouth fly open.

“No need to be RUDE sister!” You snarled, crossing your arms over you chest, shifting your weight to one hip.

“Baby sister.” Neteyam started, standing up to face you. He grabbed your shoulders hesitating to speak.

“I don’t think Aonung likes you the way that you like him. It’s time to give it a rest.” He nodded his head, waiting for you to agree with him. You purse your lips, slapping his hands away.

“Aonung is in love with me, he just doesn’t know it yet! You’ll see!” You shouted with a sadistic grin. Neteyams eyes went wide, before he backed up from you. You huffed before walking off, going to find aonung for yourself.

You walked all across the village, before finally going to his private hut. You smiled when you saw his broad back in the cracks of the door. You bit your lip before opening the door.

“Ohhh Aonung, I-“ you sung before being cut off by his naked body, rutting into another girl. You gasped loudly, making aonung turn around.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, Y/N??” He shouted, scrambling to cover the girl with blankets, before covering his crotch. You scoff, crossing your arms as tears threatened to fall from your eyes.

“I could ask you the same thing…” You whimpered, shaking your head at him. He looked at you confused, before walking closer.

“What are you talking about??? We aren’t together! I told you that already!” He gestured with one hand, as the other one tried desperately to cover his huge cock.

“Aonung, I just know you’re being stubborn.” You started walking closer to his naked body.

“We belong together..” you smile, caressing his cheek. He smacked your hand away, clenching his jaw. You got a glimpse of the girl on the cot behind him, laughing at you.

“What the fuck are you laughing at, slut! You think you can just fuck my man, and I won’t beat your ass?!” You shout, trying to walk towards her, but you felt a strong arm pick you up, and walk you out of the hut. He placed you outside of the door, as he stood inside.

“You’re fucking crazy! I want nothing to do with you, y/n. NEVER come back here again!” He shouted pointed at you before slamming the door in your face. You felt like you just received a dagger to the heart.

Why was he being so mean? And to his mate of all people?! You hated that he played hard to get, but you’d get him to open up soon, even if it was by force.

You spent the rest of the day devising a plan to get Aonung to confess his true feelings for you.

You remembered tsireya telling you about a plant that makes you sleepy. You thought that you would use that to knock him out just enough for you to tie him up. You were snapped out of your deep thought by lo’ak hitting the back of your head.

“What the fuck, skxawng!!” You shout, rubbing your head. He smirked before sitting directly in-front of you.

“Wake up, bro!” He snarled. You sighed loudly, rolling your eyes at him.

“What do you want, lo’ak?” You say with a sarcastic smile, before leaning back on your hands. He stopped smiling, looking down into his lap.

“I heard what happened today, with Aonung? Why would you do that, y/n?” He looked back up at you, with a concerned glare.

“He was cheating on me! With another girl, duh?” You pout, crossing your arms. Lo’ak face palmed himself before sliding his hand down his face.

“Y/n? You aren’t mated with him, do you know that?” He asked hesitantly, rubbing your thigh to calm you down.

“Yes I ammm!!!” You whine, pushing his hand off of your thigh. He shuts his eyes, sighing again.

“I love you, sister…but you sound delusional.”

The last word echoed in your mind. Delusional? Why was everyone saying that? Telling me that I’m crazy? I’m not crazy! We ARE together!

You snapped your head at him, wide eyed as you tilted your head. Lo’ak gulped loudly, slowly sliding back from you. You got closer to him, poking his chest.

“He’s mine…you’ll see.” You said in a surprising calm tone, before standing to your feet, and walking out of the hut.

On your walk to Aonungs hut, you completely forgot about the plan you made earlier. You were too filled with rage. Why was he making people think that you two weren’t together? Making you look like a fool in-front of everyone?

You got to his hut door, remember his last words to you.

Dont EVER come back here again!

I want nothing to do with you!

It made you angrier, giving you the courage to kick his hut door opened. He shot up from his slumber, rubbing his eyes before realizing that it was you. He growled loudly before jumping off of his cot, walking towards you. He grabbed your neck tightly, pinning you against the wall.

“What the fuck did I tell you earlier, huh? Didn’t I tell you to stay your CRAZY ASS AWAY FROM ME?!” He growled through gritted teeth, glaring down at you. All you could do was smirk. He was choking you out, and you were…..smirking.

“What is wrong with you, y/n? REALLY?” He asked shaking your neck with every word. His eyes widened when he felt the point of a blade threatening to break through his skin. He looked down to see you holding the knife towards his stomach. He looked back up at you, almost frightened by your actions. He knew you were crazy, but not this crazy.

“Y/n, liste-“ you immediately cut him off, holding your finger up to signal for him to shut up.

“No…you listen.” You whispered, backing him up with the knife. He threw his hands up in surrender as he walked backwards.

“I have been called, crazy, DELUSIONAL , and everything else under the FUCKING SUN because of YOU!” You shout through gritted teeth, as you backed him up onto the cot. You grabbed the rope from under his bed, still holding the knife to him. You signaled for him to lay down, before you got on top of him, straddling his lap.

“Why don’t you love me, Aonung? I really thought we had something.” You whine, throwing the rope on his chest. He was panting loudly, watching you wave the knife in his face.

“Y/n…please, im begging you to stop.” He looked up at you, with his hands still up in surrender.

“ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION!!! WHY DONT YOU LOVE ME??” You shouted, tears welling in your eyes. His breathing elevated watching you go completely crazy on top of him. He knew that the only way to calm you down, was to tell you what you wanted to hear.

“I d-do! I love you, y/n!” He looked into your desperate eyes. Your heart felt full as you smiled down at him.

“I knew it! Everyone was telling me that you wanted nothing to do with me, but I knew.” You confess, shaking the knife. You leaned down towards his ear, holding the knife to his neck.

“We can finally be together.” You smiled, kissing his ear before sitting back up. You grabbed the rope, hand it to him.

“Tie your arm to the cot.” You commanded, still smiling down at him. His eyes widened at the thought of him being completely at your mercy.

“W-wait I thought w-“ Aonung started with shaky breaths before you cut him off.

“I don’t trust you yet, baby. I don’t want you running away from me.” You pouted, nudging the rope into his hands.

“Tie your arm up, now!” You shouted, shaking the knife at him once more. He growled under you before tying his arm tightly to the cot.

“Good boy..” you say seductively before tying his other arm to the other side of the cot with one hand. You threw the knife to the ground once you knew he was tied tightly.

“What are you going to do, huh? Why are you so fucking obsessed with me?” He grew angrier by your erratic actions. You bend down to his face, kissing the tip of his nose.

“Why wouldn’t I be obsessed? Look at you.” You whisper crashing your lips into his. He was trying to pull away from you, but there was no use. The ropes were too tight, and your hunger for him was too strong. The only way to get you off of him was to get this over with. He kissed you back, lips moving in sync with yours. He slipped his tongue in your mouth, as he groaned loudly. He hated that he was kinda turned on by your advances. You were so aggressive and sure about what you wanted, and apart of him liked that about you.

You bit his lip softly, moaning in his mouth. You felt his huge cock growing under you by the second. You grinned before sitting up on him again.

“Do you want me to stop?” You say innocently, as you started to grind slowly on his cock, tilting your head and smiling. He looked up at you angrily, before his head dipped back in bliss.

“Look at me, baby.” You moaned grinding on his cock harder, filling on yourself in the process. He looked up at you, biting his lip as he watched you rile yourself up off the strength of him.

“FUCK! j-just!” He stuttered, face contorting in pleasure. You smiled down at him, before running your fingertips down his long torso.

“Just what?” You moaned, fiddling with the band of his loincloth. He hesitated to say these next words. He couldn’t believe that you were turning him on like this. He hissed loudly, before looking up at you with desperate eyes.

“Ughh, FUCK ME ALREADY!!!! ISNT THAT WHAT YOU WANT???” He shouted, bucking his hips into yours. You moaned lightly, before repositioning yourself on him. You flip your hair back, looking him in his eyes.

“That’s all I’ve ever wanted…” you said seductively before completely ripping his loincloth off of his hips, revealing his throbbing cock, hitting the top of your stomach. He hissed at the friction before thrusting up against your stomach. You chuckled watching him try to find some kind of relief against you.

“Beg for it.” You commanded, grabbing his cock, jerking him off slowly.

“Fuck! Please! I want you so bad right now! Just give it to me, PLEASE!” He whimpered as he felt your warm hand massaging his throbbing cock.

With those simple words, you untie your loincloth, throwing it to the side. You slowly grind your soaking cunt against his length. He threw his head back at the friction.

“Mmmm yess” You moaned as you felt his shaft rub against your clit with every hip roll towards him.

“RIDE ME, NOW!” Aonung growled through gritted teeth. The anger from him made you so hot, as it always did. You bit your lip before position yourself over him, sliding down slowly.

He let out a loud moan, throwing his head back with closed eyes. Your eyes rolled back as you felt his swollen tip brush against your sweetspot. He started thrusting up into you, making you moan louder than before.

“Yessss Aonung!” You whined, meeting his thrusts. He looked up at you, an absolute mess as you rode him.

“This is what you wanted right? Just a little taste? I’ll let you taste it, baby!” He grunted thrusting into you harder, and faster. Your mouth flew opened as you looked him in his eyes. your moans got stuck in your throat. All you could hear was skin clapping against each other.

“Nothing to say? Say something, y/n!” He shouted, clenching his jaw as he watched you choke to get words out. You finally gasped loudly, crying out loud.

“Yes! yes! yesss!, please don’t stop!” You screamed as you felt him brush against your sweet spot with every thrust. The sweet sounds leaving your lips sent him spiraling. He tugged on the rope, trying his best to get out of it just so he could feel you. He realized that he unintentionally stopped thrusting into you, making you go completely feral. You started bouncing on him with so much force, chasing that orgasm that left when he stopped moving.

“FUCK! Hold on y/n, damn!” He shouted as he felt his high approaching him slowly. It was no use talking to you in this state. You were an absolute mess for him, moaning and screaming on his cock.

“No! I’m so hot for you, aonung!” You whined, head thrown back from the immense amount of pleasure you were feeling. He watched you with lustful eyes, your cries made him more aroused.

“Mmmm Ok! I understand, bu-ughh, but you’ve gotta slow down! I’m about to fucking lose it!” He grunted, feeling his stomach tighten. He turned away from you, trying not to cum inside of you, but you were relentless. There was no point in even trying to reason with you.

“I’m almost there, FUCK!!!” You screamed, shutting your eyes tightly. He felt you clench around him, and he just shook his head in pleasure. You were too much for him, he couldn’t take it.

“Thank fucking god!” He grunted, throwing his head back. The pleasure was becoming way too much for him, as he felt himself starting to twitch. He knew his peek was coming.

“Mhmmm am I better than that other girl from earlier?” You moaned, looking down into his eyes. He looked you up and down, watching you pounce on him like an animal.

“You’re the best I’ve ever fucking had!” He grunted, feeling that knot unravel in his stomach. That was enough to send you over the edge. Your legs started shaking violently, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“I’m cumminggg, Aonung!” You screamed, squirting all over him. Your orgasm was so intense that you fell into his chest, still shaking violently as you whimpered. He thrusted up into you fast and hard. Sending shock waves through your entire body.

“If I would’ve known this pussy was so good, I would’ve claimed you sooner.” He moaned feeling his cock twitch inside you. Those words motivated you to give him the most intense orgasm of his life. You sat up slowly, glaring at him with drunk eyes before bouncing on him again. His eyes widened at your new found energy.

“I’m gonna make you cum so hard.” You said before biting your lip, moaning loudly again.

“Oh shit.” He replied, realizing the beast he just awoken. He was so close, squirming under you from the pleasure.

“Y/N! Im gonna cum, get up!” He shouted, thrusting up to get you off of him. You just shook your head from side to side, watching him grow weaker as his peek was reaching.

“Fuck! Slow down please!!!” He cried as his legs started shaking underneath you. He let out a long, loud moan as he shot his load deep inside of you. His eyes all the way in the back of his head, biting his lip hard.

“Yessss!!!” You moaned, feeling his cock twitch inside of you. He let out a loud breath, calming down from his high. You two lock eyes, staring at each other for a moment before he broke the silence.

“You are crazy as hell, but I kinda like it.” He let out a soft chuckle, making you blush. You bend down to his ear, grabbing his neck lightly.

“I can be crazy for you every night, if you let me…”

I’m ngl, I love the hell out of this story. This is top 3 favorite ones I’ve ever written. This bitch crazy asl tho🤦🏾‍♀️. Anywaysss, hope y’all enjoyed this story, because I sure asl enjoyed writing it. I love yall 🫶🏽🫶🏽!!!

Outtie❤️🖖🏾,

Pandorxx

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etherial-moon-blog · 10 months ago

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What could have been

Description- When reader discovers Lo’ak kissing Tisreya, she is left heartbroken and a shell of her former self. With some help from Neteyam, she slowly picks up the pieces of her broken heart. As time goes on Neteyam considers her more than just a friend but is unable to tell her before tragedy strikes, leaving him heartbroken and devastated. Strangely, he finds that his brother is going through the same ordeal and they both find solace in wondering what could've been.

Pairing: Lo’ak x Avatar!Reader | Neteyam x Avatar!Reader Warnings: Angst Crying, Brief mentions of depression Wordcount: 2k

Na’vi dictionary: Mauri- woven hut | Tweng- loincloth

All characters depicted in this fic at 18+ minors dni

“...I see you.” When those words left her mouth, you felt your heart shatter. However, the next thing that happened ground those pieces into dust. Lo’ak leaned down and pressed his lips against Tsireya’s. The lips you had fantasized about pressing against yours were currently pressed against another girl.

Slowly, you back out of your hiding spot and hurriedly leave the area, hand covering your mouth so that a sob doesn't slip out. That night you don’t return to the Sully mauri until late. You spent most of the night on a secluded part of the beach crying out your broken heart.

It truly was broken, wasn’t it? Thoughts swirled around in your brain making your heart hurt worse than it already was. It was your fault. You should’ve confessed to him sooner, maybe if you had only confessed to him back in the forest, your heart wouldn't be laying shattered in your chest.

It felt silly in a way, pining for a boy that you never thought you’d have a chance with. You loved him when you were still human and your love never changed when you became a Na’vi. You thought that your new boy would have him see you as more than his sister's best friend or as his best friend's sister. But it seemed he only saw you for what you were…..his friend. And despite your yearning to be more, the realization that he never saw you as anything more than that broke you.

You cry for what feels like hours, exhausting your tears until you can’t anymore. Looking up from where you were crying into your legs, you see the sun has long since set. Wiping your face, you stand and make your way back to the mauri, silently hoping that nobody looked too hard at your face when you arrived.

Making your way onto the woven pathway, your body robotically carries you toward the Sully mauri. Your hopes of going unnoticed were smashed into pieces when you see Jake, waiting at the entrance for you. A small sigh passes your lips as you near, ready to hear the lecture he was bound to give you.

“(y/n) Where have you been? We’ve been looking for you since dinner.” His tone is harsh but you can hear the undercurrent of worry in his words. Judging by how he sounded you knew you’d been out longer than you thought and had missed dinner.

Gripping the strap of your bag anxiously, you only mumble out an apology while not looking at him. Unfortunately, Jake is too observant and notices your tear-streaked face and slightly red eyes. He sighs and pulls you into a hug.

“Listen, I know it's hard having to leave behind everything especially when you’re doing it in a new body. But I swear it gets easier and in time you’ll adjust and then you’ll wonder how you ever lived differently.”

Right, he assumed you were crying because of your not being able to adjust to your new body which while true to an extent, wasn't the cause of your tears. Not wanting to admit what happened, you half-heartedly return the hug that Jake gives in earnest. He pulls away and gives you a small smile while rubbing your arms before releasing you to go inside.

As you walk in you notice that everyone aside from Tuk is still awake. It made you feel worse honestly. Knowing that you caused everyone to worry about you so much that they stayed up to look for you. Kiri is the first to greet you at the door and presents you with food she saved for you.

��Saved you some food, I figured you’d be hungry,” Kiri says. The sympathetic and concerned look she's giving you lets you know that she knows something is wrong but isn't willing to press it. Thankful and aware of the eyes on you, you take the food and make your way over to your little corner of the pod. If anybody wants to say something to you they don't, instead opting to get themselves ready for bed. You pick at the food, only taking small bites before setting it aside and getting ready for bed yourself.

Kiri watched as you laid your mat closer to hers instead of being near her brother like usual. Though she didn’t say anything, the cogs in her brain were slowly turning and as she watched you lay down, she couldn’t help but notice your body shaking slightly.

~ Some time later~

The days blurred together as you went about your life on the island. You spent as little time as possible around Lo’ak and Tisreya. Despite your best efforts, every interaction you saw of the two drove the knife deeper, and not wanting to let your heartbreak known you decide the best way is to avoid them.

Being around them when you had to was torture. Every interaction they had you noticed the subtle ways he showed his affection for her. You saw how much more touchy he was with her. He was always physically affectionate, always standing close or having his arm wrapped around your shoulders but with her it was different.

With her, his touch was gentler, more affectionate. Whenever he hugged her he would linger as though he was basking in the warmth of her hug and it stung. You tear your eyes away from the scene in front of you and stand suddenly, causing everyone to look at you.

“You good bro?” Lo’ak asks as he and everyone else watches you grab your bag and pull it over your head.

“M’fine. I have to go.” You mumble before quickly making your exit from where the group was sitting, tears forming in your eyes. You quickly make your way towards your secluded spot on the beach and immediately plop behind the first rock you see.

The tears now flow freely as sobs begin to rack your body. You wanted to scream, but nothing would come out but the strangled sounds of your despair. You were crying so hard and so loudly that you barely heard the footsteps approaching and it wasn’t until you felt a hand on your shoulder that you realized someone else was there.

You nearly jumped out of your skin once the hand made contact with you. Jumping away, you furiously wipe at your eyes until you realize that you know who touched you.

“N-Neteyam…what are you doing here?” Your voice was very obviously hoarse and it cracked as you spoke, causing you to wince.

Neteyam, hands held up in surrender and brow furrowed began to speak. “When you took off I followed you to make sure you were okay. When I heard you crying I knew you weren’t okay. What’s going on? What happened back there?”

You swallow thickly. Somebody had finally caught you crying and it was Neteyam of all people. He wouldn’t leave you alone until he was sure you were alright which is the last thing you wanted right now.

“I-I….” What were you supposed to say? ‘Hey, you caught me crying over your brother. He didn’t reject me, I was just too chickenshit to actually confess and now the sight of him and Tisreya makes me want to peel my own skin off and scream until I’m hoarse. Don’t worry tho I’m fine.’

Wiping your eyes again you swallow once more and begin to talk. “I’m sorry I just…I really miss Spider and Home. It’s been hard adjusting to Spider going missing, getting a new body, and moving in such a short time span.” Okay, you just lied to him. Not everything you said was a lie but you weren’t going to tell Neteyam you were crying over his brother.

“Do you…would you like to talk about it?” He asks hesitantly. He’s trying his best to comfort you and despite lying to him just now, you feel the need to convince him you’re alright.

“Thanks but no thanks. I really don’t wanna talk about it. The crying was my way of getting it all out you know?” Neteyam nodded as you spoke, seemingly understanding your desire to cry it out instead of talking about it.

He outstretches his hand and gently places it on your shoulder. “If you want, you could cry if you need to now.” He seems to have a sudden realization and quickly removes his hand before adding, “I-if you want to that is”

Your hand flies to your mouth and you turn from him. He sees your shoulders shaking and begins to panic. He begins to rapidly throw out apologies and words of affirmation until he hears your stifled laughter and calms.

It takes a moment for you to fully calm down but when you do, you turn to him, hand still covering your mouth.

“I’m sorry, I swear I’m not laughing at what you said…” A giggle slips out. “...just how you said it. Who knew the great Neteyam Sully was so awkward?” You say with a smile.

Neteyam cracks a smile and shakes his head. “You caught me. I’m not great at everything, just at most things.”

You let out a faux scandalized gasp and Neteyam laughs in response. “I know right? Kinda shocking that I’m not the best at comforting people who aren't eight.”

With a laugh, you shove him playfully. “I don’t know, I think you’re doing a decent enough job.”

“Only okay? My pride is hurt” He says placing a hand over his heart as he attempts to sound hurt.

“You’re doing a decent job. I don’t wanna give you an ego” You say as you turn to look at the ocean. If Neteyam wants to say something he doesn’t, instead option to let the conversation lull into a comfortable silence. After a few moments you reach over to your bag and pull out your well-worn journal, you flip until you find a blank page and begin to sketch.

Neteyam, curious leans over but you lean away from him as he tries to peek. “Uh uh. No peeking, don’t you know it's bad luck to watch an artist draw?’ You say with a smile. He gives you a look but does as you ask, instead looking out at the vast expanse of the ocean in the light of the evening sun.

After what feels like forever, you nudge him gently, journal turned towards him. “I’m not the best but I think I captured it well no?” Neteyam takes the journal from your hands and looks at the drawing in awe. In front of his eyes laid a perfect sketch of…him. You had gotten everything correct. His nose, his eyes, everything right down to how his braids sat over his shoulder. As he sat in awe of your drawing, you shifted a bit from your spot in the sand.

“I know it isn't the best bu..” As you were speaking you were cut off by Neteyam

“Sorry, this is just amazing. I can’t believe you drew this of me” The amazement and wonder in his voice caused a smile to spread across your face. You turn your journal back around and begin to tear the page out and once you're done you hold it out for him to take.

He stares at your hand holding the drawing before shaking his head. “No. No, I can’t take this.” He says pushing your hand back. “Dude c’mon you have to take it, I’ve already ripped the page out so I can’t put it back.” You shake the page in his direction. “Take it” He wordlessly takes the page from you, admiring it one last time before folding it neatly and tucking it away into the waterproof pouch on his tweng.

He gives you a small smile before looking out into the direction of the sea. “We should probably get going, dinner is starting soon and we don’t want to be late.” He stands and dusts himself off before offering you a hand.”

“Actually I think I’ll stay here for a little while longer, but I’ll be there soon.” You give him a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. If he notices he doesn't say anything and gives you a smile and a nod before walking back towards the village.

As soon as he’s out of earshot, you heave a heavy sigh and put away your sketchbook. You pull your knees up to your chest and rest your chin atop your knees. Looking out onto the open ocean, you can’t help but wonder what your life could've been if you had confessed earlier……..

Authors Note: This fic is part one of a two part fic. That might change later but it depends on how motivated I am to write lol. If you made it this far I hope you enjoyed! :) Dividers by cafekitsune

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tiyawnyana · 1 year ago

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Kinktober: Day 31

A/B/O

A/N: Happy Halloween! So sorry to have this end, but I may be adding different versions, better ideas that I would personally like and such to this project! My requests are open, I will be using this time to catch up on some and do some side things too!

Pairing: Ao'nung x (fem) Omiticaya sully reader

Warnings: male in rut, friends with benefits sorta, smut, p in v, talk about breeding, knotting, biting, fluffy feelings confessed

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You knew what you agreed on.

It was a done deal, just simply helping your friend in one of his vulnerable moments. It meant nothing. You were being a good friend, that was all.

Sure, it would help you relieve some stress too, but this was about helping your friend. That was all.

The crunch of the sand beneath you is loud along this empty portion of the beach.

You'd been alerted of Ao'nungs rut incoming a little while ago, but had been held up with other things. It had been a few hours by now, much to your dismay, and you felt horrible for what you may have caused for your friend. You weren't on time.

His smell was still pungent, stuck to the ground and trees around you. The hut is in sight, and you breathe out a sigh of relief. You're nearly knocked to your bum as the scent hits you full force; masculine rut hormones that have never seemed to smell so good until now, the ocean and the faint smell of fruits from this morning.

You idly feel your own arousal pooling between your thighs.

You gently push open the flap entrance, peeking in and softly stepping in. The scent almost leaks out by this point and your stomach erupts with nerves.

"Ao'nung?" You speak soft, eyes landing on a writhing form on the mats. You jolt, placing down the basket of fruits and waterskins, dampening a clothe and you rush to him, patting his forehead and cheeks. You press your knuckles there, sighing at the heat,"I'm sorry, tahni, I was held up."

He groans, blinking weakly at you. His eyes are almost completely black, deep blue around the rim. It takes him a moment to realize you're really there, and he lurches forward to grip around your waist, tugging you into him and scenting into your neck.

"Eywa, you smell so good, paskalin," he kisses there sloppily, nipping the skin.

You release a shaky moan, gripping his sides,"Oh, Nung, wait-"

He doesn't let you finish, pushing you down into the mat and biting marks down your front,"Waited too long for this- for you," he mumbles into your skin.

The comment doesn't click for a moment but your eyebrows shoot up in confusion. You try to speak but he's untying your loincloth quickly, thumbing over your clit for a moment as he spreads your thighs.

He groans, scenting the air and staring down at your wet pussy.

"You are a gift," he mumbles again, then grips your hips and rolls you over onto your stomach, lifting your sides until your knees are planted down firmly on the mat.

It surprises you when he doesn't immediately ram his cock into you. He's gentle, hands caressing down your sides as he presses kisses down your spine. He pushes you down by your shoulder so your back arches, presenting your bum.

Your tail coils up in a poor attempt to cover yourself, to which he grasps the base, thumbing at the skin and sending a surprising jolt up your spine.

You whine and he grins lazily.

He fumbles for a moment but you're patient, waiting for him in that submissive position and preparing yourself mentally for his rut to really kick into gear.

He prods the tip of his cock along your folds, teasingly and groans as your slick coats the head. Gently, he presses into you until the head pops in.

"Mmph," you bite your lip to stifle the slight wince in pain.

He presses in, in, until he bottoms out, whining openly as your cunt pulses around him. You're so wet, so submissive beneath him. He groans at the imagery.

Your inner omega is singing with bliss and this surprises you deeply. Your body accepts him and needs him with such a profound greed it nearly shocks you to your core.

You don't have enough time to process that information when he pulls back, thrusting back into you with a slow but firm pace.

God- he's large. Larger than anyone, you'd grown with the Omiticaya and of course experimented, but nothing compared to this. To him.

His cock was thick, heavy, bulbous knot bulging around the base gradually as he rolled his hips into yours. He's not even rough, this feels too tender and loving and for some reason your heart clenches.

The pleasure is dizzying, you can't seem to stop your moans and whines but he doesn't care, even leaning forward to loom over you, hands framing either side of your head. This changes his pace and force, bucking into you quicker. You realize then that he's speaking.

"Wanted you-" He groans, nipping over your shoulder blade as he brushes your hair away from your neck. His knuckles brush your kuru to the side and you choke on a gasp, a warm zing of pleasure shooting down your spine.

"Mmph, what?" You break off into a whimper as he speeds up, knot knocking against your hole with every thrust.

You had agreed; no knotting. But you're not even sure if you can agree to that anymore.

"Wanted you since you arrived-" He licks over you scent glands on your neck and you cry out in shock, eyes bulging at his words as well.

He thrusts harder, knot almost pressing in. His cock swells inside of you.

"Wanted to make you mine- always, you're always in my head," he mumbles almost drunkenly, kissing over your neck now,"gonna- mmph, gonna court you proper, want you to be my mate-"

He moans as you tighten up on him.

"Wanna' knot you, breed you until you're full of my child, eywa-" his head bows as his thrusts grow more deliberate, knocking against your cervix.

"Ao'nung, oh-!" Your voice is shaky and you slump against the mat, eyes tearing up.

Your heart is thumping wildly- you find yourself realizing that's all that you want.

"You're it for me," he suddenly speeds up, moaning into your neck,"eywa brought us here-"

He suddenly growls and the omega in you cries out. He latches onto your shoulder, biting into your skin, blood slowly trickling down as he drives his knot into you, locking his cock inside of your cunt.

You cry out loudly as you cum around him, he growls through the bite as he pumps you full of his cum. It's so much, almost too much, feeling like it'll pour out of you when he's done.

He still rolls his hips, cockhead rubbing hard into you. He finally unlatches from your shoulder, licking the wound.

"Mine- all mine," he mumbles, more cum pouring into you.

Your omega is sighing with bliss, nodding off.

You idly feel him turning you over onto your side. He wraps his arms around you, kissing your neck tenderly while he waits for his knot to go down.

You decide to speak with him later of his confessions, dozing off until later.

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A/N: and that's a wrap! Thank you for your support and can't wait to see what else is in store 🙌

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soupbitch-moneybitch · 1 year ago

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so if i'm understanding the timeline right, ed died and stede mourned at his bedside, only to bring him back to life with his love, then they fought at some unhinged lesbians' house, then they awkwardly made up because their crewmate turned into a bird as a metaphor for the ability to change for those you love, then they kissed in the moonlight and then stopped and played thumb war instead because they wanted to take it slow, then stede killed a man, then they fucked, then they went on a date, then they broke up, then ed found a letter that stede had thrown into the ocean ages ago, then they ran into each other's arms on the beach and confessed their love, then they larped as british soldiers and killed a LOT of people together, and now they're living alone in a ramshackle hut as gay inn-keepers, all in the space of about a week, two weeks max

no one knows how to speed-run a relationship like gays 🏳️‍🌈

#my previous fandom did a shitton of time jumps #ofmd does the opposite #everything happens in two days #i much prefer it #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd s2 spoilers #diz says words

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sawyer-is-not-my-name · 1 year ago

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Requested: Nico x Son of Apollo Reader

Request: Reader is a son of Apollo, who’s super good at archery and really loves the beach. Hurt/comfort reader is super jealous of the way both Nico and Will are super close with each other and Reader has this huger crush on Nico.

This whole day had been a mess, you had intended on telling Nico how you felt, only for your brother Will to be beside him every second of the day. Any chance you had being thrown out the window. Nico looked happy with Will’s arm thrown around his shoulder, hut part of you ached. You wanted to be the one whose arm was thrown around him. Be the one he was laughing and smiling with.

Part of you thought Will did it on purpose to irk you but you knew he didn’t. He didn’t think like that, nor did he do things in spite of others.

Part of you wanted to be happy for them, but you just couldn’t. You had spent the better part of a year pining after the raven haired boy, doing anything you could to impress him often times making a fool of yourself. Your archery skills never seemed to even cause his glance to cast your way.

You found yourself sitting on the beach, the sun was setting and normally people were gathered round the campfire, but you just couldn’t force yourself to watch your half brothers displays of affection towards the boy who you were enamored with.

the breeze that drifted over you seemed to calm you down, the sand beneath you working to ground you in your heartbroken state. The pink, purple and blue hues all blessing your eyes as they blended together painting the most beautiful sight.

“I see why you like this place so much” you jumped slightly before turning to see Nico, immediately going back to staring at the sky ignoring the blush that took over as he sat beside you. Still part of you was jealous, envious even of the attention he had given Will throughout the day.

Your mind seeming to nag you with the thought of him and Will. “Did I do something to upset you?” you shook your head not moving your gaze from the sunset. “You’ve been glaring at me most of the day, especially when I was around Will…” his voice trailed off before he seemed to get upset. “Do you have a problem with my relationship, all because we’re both boys” the sentence loomed in your mind, it couldn’t be further from how you felt.

“No, I don’t have a problem with that.” He still didn’t get it, but you didn’t want to give up how you felt. You didn’t want to make things awkward between you and Nico or between You and Will. “Then whats your problem?” You could feel yourself about to snap, “Isn’t it obvious?” you managed to huff out, picking up a shell out of the sand. Everything around you suddenly becoming more interesting.

“Not really, no. Help me understand.” He put his hand on your shoulder urging you to tell him what was bothering you. “I like you Nico, I have for a while.” This wasn’t the way you imagined confessing, you didn’t want to tell him when he was with someone let alone one of your half brothers.

“I guess its a good time to tell you me and Will aren’t actually dating.” you whipped your head towards him glaring at him. “It was dare to act like a couple, it didn’t quite feel right but being with you does.” His hand interlaced with yours, both of your faces heating up. “You’re handsome when you’re jealous, y’know that?” you playfully pushed him a smile appearing on your face. “Oh shush.”

#male reader insert #pjo hoo toa #pjo #pjo x male reader #riordanverse #fanfic #male reader #nico di angelo #nico di angelo x m!reader

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p-artsypants · 3 months ago

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When Astrid goes missing after a patrol, all seems hopeless for her return. That is, until an unexpected ally appears with a ‘token of goodwill’. Astrid!Whump

This is a lot like my one-shot ‘The Pit’ in the ‘The Vikings Have Their Tea’ series. I’m a sucker for this stuff. I prefer my one shots to contain confessions of love. So this is RTTE, where Blindsided didn’t happen. Also I haven’t watched the show (in order) in a long time, so events aren’t canonical. *shrug* This was DEFINITELY supposed to be a oneshot, but it's just way too big. THIS IS MY 70TH FANFIC WHHHHOOOOOO!!!!! (The one that you guys voted for.)

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She didn’t come back.

Astrid had gone on patrol hours ago, and hadn’t returned. A simple mission, she said. An easy, no conflict, no engagement, scouting mission, just a few islands away. Hiccup had nothing to worry about! She was the best fighter of them all, she could certainly hold her own.

But she didn’t come back. Not by nightfall.

Worse still, Hiccup hadn’t noticed because he had been so busy. He’d even taken dinner in his hut and elected to not socialize.

It was Fishlegs that clued him in. “Uh, Hiccup?”

“What’s up, ‘Legs?” He asked, with half-baked enthusiasm. He was exhausted.

“Astrid hasn’t come back yet.”

He frowned. “From where?”

“From her patrol?”

Hiccup’s eyes blew wide. “Her patrol?! The one she left on this morning?! Why didn’t anyone say anything?!”

“I don’t know!” Fishlegs cried. “I was experimenting with Gronkle Iron, and Snotlout was sprucing up Hookfang’s stable and I don’t even know where the twins were.”

Hiccup shook his head. “Doesn’t matter! We round everyone up, and we go looking for Astrid!”

—-

The island was about an hour's flight away, and Hiccup lamented and feared the entire time. Of course, since it was so dark, it was hard to tell where the island was. At least, that’s what Hiccup expected, but when they arrived, there was a fire blazing on the beach.

“There!” Hiccup pointed, before going in for a landing.

“Is it safe!?” Fishlegs yelled back.

Hiccup didn’t care. He swooped in, his eyes sweeping the beach for any sign of life. So far, it was just debris burning down, the remains of a hunter camp. It looked like the fire had been much bigger earlier.

He saw a smear of blue, and raced to it.

Stormfly laid on her side, unmoving. She looked awful, bloody from where her scales had been scraped. Her tail was bare of spines, and her horns were sawed off.

Astrid was nowhere to be found.

“No…” Hiccup was quick to hop off of Toothless, and ran to investigate. He knelt at the Nadder’s side and petted her snout. Thank the gods, she was still alive, just gravely injured.

“You’re okay girl, you’re going to be okay,” He calmed her, while Toothless nuzzled her side.

The rest of the riders arrived then, looking just as horrified as Hiccup had felt.

“I’m going to look for a net or some rope,” Snotlout said, hollowly.

“ASTRID?!” Hiccup called out to the surrounding area. “ASTRID!” His hope for her being hiding around here was small, as Astrid would never voluntarily leave her dragon. “The rest of you spread out! Search everywhere!”

There were no arguments as the riders fanned out and searched the island. Even Toothless joined the search, while Hiccup tended to Stormfly.

There was no sign of her. They spent the whole night on that island, combing every cave and bush for Astrid, but she was nowhere to be found.

“Hiccup?” Fishlegs finally asked. “We should take Stormfly back to the edge. I think…they probably took Astrid.”

Hiccup wordlessly nodded.

They worked carefully to maneuver Stormfly onto a net, and then each dragon took a corner and flew her back to the Edge.

Though he was exhausted, Hiccup was the only one that didn’t retire to rest. He continued awake through the day, massaging oil onto Stormfly’s irritated skin and stitching up the worst of her wounds.

Astrid would want her to be pampered.

—

It was a while before there was activity from the hunters. Until then, the riders had to suffer in silence, not knowing, only assuming the worst.

Hiccup withdrew into himself. Each rider took turns bringing his dinner to him, and keeping him company. Even if he didn’t speak, they just sat with him.

He spent most of his time not out searching in the dragon stables, helping Stormfly. She and Toothless were about the only beings he spoke to.

When Snotlout returned from patrol with a hunter sighting, Hiccup knew it was time to get to the bottom of things.

They flew straight at the ship. No talking, no scouting, just started blasting. When the sails fell and the ballistas were shot to pieces, Hiccup shouted down. “Who’s in charge here?!”

“That would be me!” Ryker called as he emerged from the ship. “You’ll pay for all the damages you caused, boy.”

“I’m only returning the favor. Where’s Astrid?”

“Who?”

“Astrid Hofferson! Are you deaf!? The blonde viking that rides a Nadder with us!”

Ryker chuckled. “Oh that’s her name? I thought her name was Mud.”

Toothless sent a plasma blast into the ship at his feet. “I didn’t come here for jokes! Where. Is. She?”

“Ohh he’s so angry!” Ryker chuckled. “Well, I must say, that whore of yours is long gone by now. Imprisoned at one of our camps and beaten for all the knowledge she had. Then, disposed of. No need to waste precious resources, right?”

The sound that ripped from Hiccup’s throat was horrible, agonizing, down to the soul pain. He sobbed, covering his face with his hands.

“Boy, if you can’t handle the death of one of your riders, you shouldn’t be fighting this war! You’re over your head.”

Hiccup grit his teeth and snarled, “Sink the ship.”

“But Hiccup–” Fishlegs tried to protest.

“SINK IT!” Hiccup shrieked, as Toothless loosed two more blasts into the hull of the ship.

The other riders obeyed, feeling not too remorseful either. Then they headed back to the Edge.

—

Hiccup did everything he could to keep busy. It wouldn’t do to break down. Not with everything they had been working so hard to accomplish on the Edge.

The team was falling apart. While everyone was sad that Astrid was gone, things started to pick up as they had been. Snotlout was bullying the others, the twins were causing chaos, and Fishlegs was too scared to stop any of it. Hiccup didn’t care. He wasn’t leading. Wasn’t issuing commands. Wasn’t distributing chores. He just did whatever he could by himself.

He spent plenty of time on Stormfly though.

The Nadder was beginning to perk up. She didn’t seem strong enough to fly yet.

Hiccup changed. Became hardened, cold. He didn’t even use sarcasm these days. The other riders just gave him time and space, knowing that Hiccup was dealing with his grief.

He had loved her. Everyone knew it. They obviously loved each other from back in the days of the Green Death. How much time had they wasted with uncertainties? They could have had more.

But now it was too late.

Hiccup showed no mercy to the Hunters. When a camp or operation would crop up, they would destroy it. Hiccup didn’t even care if people died.

Word got around the Edge when Fishlegs made the observation that Viggo hadn’t been seen in a while.

“Maybe he got reassigned?” Snotlout mused.

“Maybe he got eaten!” Tuff suggested.

“Would serve him right!” Said Ruff.

“What do you think happened, Hiccup?” Asked Fishlegs.

The other boy continued to compare maps on the table in the corner.

“Nice try, Fishface, but you know he doesn’t talk to us anymore.”

“I try to include him when I can. Maybe one day he’ll come around.”

Then after three months of absence from Astrid, hope dawned on the horizon.

Hiccup was on the watchtower. No one else had duty, and instead of forcing someone else to do it, he took it himself. Toothless was free to go visit Stormfly or the other Edge dragons.

The hunter activity had been very low in the last few weeks, and Hiccup hoped they were making a significant dent on their plans. Either way, he expected a boring watch.

Instead, at some time mid-afternoon, he caught a glimpse of a small boat making its way towards the Edge.

“What is that?” He wondered, as he took out the spyglass.

It was a boat, but only in the most literal sense. A dingy, rigged with a sail, some oars, and one occupant. It was still too far out to tell who it was. But considering the size of the boat compared to the vast seas, it was either a scout, or a lifeboat.

Hiccup sounded the horn and then descended from the tower to greet their ‘guest’.

“What is it?” Fishlegs asked, appearing winded.

“One tiny ship. Not sure if it’s a scout or someone in peril. Where are the others?”

Fishlegs shrugged. “Off racing maybe?”

Hiccup snarled. “Of course they are. Look, I—can you and Meatlug take a wide lap of the island? See if you see the others or any other ships?”

Fishlegs saluted. “On it, Chief!”

Feeling at least a little more composed, Hiccup descended further down the Outpost.

Toothless appeared not long after, warbling curiously.

“We’ll wait on the docks. You stay close, okay bud?”

Toothless nuzzled his hand in response.

They stood at the end of the dock, waiting. A scout would come close, just close enough to look, and hopefully see them and retreat. But if this was a lifeboat, it would try to dock there.

Depending on the occupant, Hiccup may even show compassion.

The ship only came closer, and through the spyglass, Hiccup watched as the sailor struggled to stay afloat and on course. They wore a hood, no, a blanket tied into a hood, concealing their face and probably protecting them from the harsh sun on the open ocean. The boat was roughshod, cobbled together from scraps. The sail had so many holes in it, Hiccup wondered if it was even doing anything.

Once the boat was close enough to speak to, Hiccup shouted out. “Who goes there?!”

The sailor jolted, seemingly not even noticing that Hiccup was there. He tore his hood off, revealing a face Hiccup never wanted to see.

It was Viggo, but so badly scarred on one side of his face, he was almost unrecognizable. “Hiccup Haddock, I throw myself at your mercy!”

Hiccup snarled. “What do you want, Viggo?!”

“Refuge, sanctuary, a warm bedroll, or even some food. Whatever you deem merciful enough to give me.”

“And why should I? After what your men did to Astrid, why do you think I’ll even give you a crumb?! Why shouldn’t I have Toothless blast you to bits where you stand?!”

Viggo sighed. “Please Hiccup, understand I had nothing to do with what happened to Astrid. I had already been relieved of my duties…and on my way to punishment.”

“And I should believe you, why?”

“Because I’ve brought you a sign of goodwill.”

Hiccup shared a look of suspicion with Toothless.

“Show me your hands!” Hiccup demanded.

Viggo withdrew one from inside his makeshift cape and held it up.

“Both hands!”

“I must regretfully state I only have the one.” He untied his cape, revealing he wasn’t wearing a shirt. His torso was marred with hideous, infected scars and wounds. His left shoulder had a pitiful amount of bandage over it, but clearly showed an empty socket. No arm whatsoever.

The sight made Hiccup’s stomach lurch. If this is the way the hunters treated one of their own, what had happened to Astrid?

“Oh gods…”

“I have no weapons. I’m sick and dying. I am no threat. Please, I beg you, just hear me out.”

Despite the immense grief he was dealing with, Hiccup admitted he still was merciful. “Fine. Do you have a rope?”

“I’m afraid not.”

Hiccup took one from the dock, and tossed it to Viggo, who immediately tied it to the front of his boat. One mighty tug from Toothless, and the boat was in front of him. Now, he could see inside the boat, where there was seemingly no supplies, but something covered by a woolen blanket on the floor.

Hiccup held his hand out to Viggo, who took it and weakly pulled himself onto solid ground. He immediately collapsed on a crate, breathing harshly.

“Now what’s this token of goodwill?” Hiccup demanded, rather callously.

Viggo simply pointed at the blanket.

So Hiccup knelt, and pulled back the cover, only to recoil in disgust and cover it back up.

Viggo had brought the body of a dead woman; blonde hair cut short and partially shaved, brutally tortured, mutilated, and mostly naked. Her leg was broken, and bent awkwardly. She was horribly skinny, and not only were her ribs visible, but there was a harsh indent for her waist. Huge, thick lacerations decorated every part of her body. The rest of her skin was some sort of gruesome purple, blue, or green.

“Is this some kind of joke?!” Hiccup snarled.

Viggo seemed rather surprised with the reaction. “Hiccup…that’s your beloved Astrid.”

His shoulders fell and tears sprung to his eyes. He took another look, putting his disgust aside to actually look.

It was. It was Astrid. Without her beautiful golden hair, and all the blood…he hadn’t recognized her.

He hung his head and covered her back up. “It…it is…sorry, I just…” he sniffed, not sure what he was feeling. Grief? Rage? Disgust? “Thank you for bringing her body back. She deserves a proper burial.”

Viggo protested again, staggering forward, “no! She’s still alive!”

“What?!” For a third time, Hiccup removed the cover, and this time, leaned down to search Astrid for any sign of life. He felt her neck, and her wrist, feeling the faintest pulse. Then she breathed a short, hollow breath.

“Oh gods, Astrid!”

“I’m sorry, Hiccup,” Viggo elaborated. “She could speak when we left, but three days at open sea…”

Hiccup said nothing, but loosely wrapped Astrid up in the blanket and lifted her into his arms. She was so light, so frail. He stood with ease and started towards the clubhouse.

Viggo decided to just follow, and he confessed everything. “We were held at Bleakrock Isle, a prison for traitors and enemies of the hunters. I was thrown in there after our last encounter. Apparently, my failure was seen as treason, and they thought I was going too easy on you and your riders. They assumed that meant I was working with you and that I was a mole. So…off to prison.”

His story sounded genuine enough. The wounds and missing arm looked to be inflicted by man, and not by dragons.

Hiccup said nothing, only continued up through the Clubhouse and over the bridge to his hut.

Viggo walked right behind him, and continued. “I was there about a month before they brought Astrid in. Bleakrock has a few areas, depending on the perceived crimes of the prisoner. Astrid and I were the only ones in our area, with cells right next to each other. At first, she doubted that I was being honest about my incarceration. She thought it was a trick, maybe to lull her into a false sense of security, which I must admit, would have been a good tactic…”

Hiccup flickered his gaze over in annoyance.

“But, she came to realize I was just as trapped as she was after a few days. We never left our cells. The cruel justicars came to us and inflicted all sorts of torture upon us. I think after she saw me flogged for the eighth time and I cried like a child, she realized then that I had been fired.”

Viggo paused, hoping to see any emotion on Hiccup’s face. Maybe he’d smirk at hearing that he cried?

But no, he remained stony, and continued walking with purpose to what appeared to be his hut.

“I was there to be punished, but your girl was being interrogated. They demanded knowledge, anything. Weaknesses, locations of outposts, plans, names of family members, but she didn’t crack. Your girl didn’t say a peep. She barely screamed.”

Hiccup breathed deeply, not sure how to feel about that. “Would she be in this state if she had talked?” He croaked.

“They probably would have outright killed her,” Viggo said honestly. “Gotten what they needed, and…well.”

At this point, they arrived at Hiccup’s hut. Hiccup switched into work mode.

“See those furs in that crate in the corner?” He asked Viggo. “Put them on the ground.”

Viggo did as commanded, intrigued by Hiccup’s uncharacteristic stoicism. He was used to anger and to his, frankly pathetic, attempts of intimidation.

But he was not used to blank-faced Hiccup.

Hiccup set Astrid very carefully down on the furs. Then he went over to his desk and cleared it with a swipe of the arm, all manner of tools and scrap metal clattering to the ground. He then picked Astrid back up and laid her bare on the table. He adjusted the lamp to see better, and then began to cut away the scraps of cloth that hid Astrid’s wounds.

They weren’t doing much for her modesty anyway.

“Toothless, go wait outside,” he said calmly. “Let the others know where we are, but don’t let them come in. We want to give Astrid some form of privacy.” Though that last sentence was stated bitterly, like it didn’t even matter anymore.

“Viggo,” he snapped.

“Yes?”

“Up those stairs, in my bedside drawer, I have a medical kit.”

“I’ll get that.”

Hiccup huffed in frustration as he studied Astrid once more. Where were the others? He needed supplies, but also needed to get to work! And he also still didn’t trust Viggo to be remotely helpful.

But Viggo dutifully returned with the medical kit. “Anything else?”

“Do you know how to work a forge?” He pointed to the one within his hut.

Viggo sauntered over to it. “Rudimentary. What do you need?”

“Bring the heat up and place those three pokers in it. I’m going to stitch up the larger wounds, and cauterize the rest.”

Viggo winced at the thought, but did as commanded, thankful that the bellows could be operated with one hand. Once the pokers were in the ash, he returned. “What next?”

Hiccup pointed to the chair. “Sit, keep talking.”

Viggo was really just grateful to sit for a second. He watched in a daze as Hiccup wetted a rag from a waterskin and started cleaning the blood from Astrid’s skin.

Once he caught his breath, he continued, “I’ll skip over everything they did to us. I’m sure Astrid will tell you in due time. But eventually, they stopped coming. That meant they were giving up on us. Or rather, done with me and giving up on Astrid. There would be no more food, water, or any patrols. Basically, we were as good as dead. And I thought we would both die there. Astrid maintained a stiff upper lip the whole time, even when I told her they were leaving us to starve. She persisted that she wouldn’t die. Either you would find her, or Odin would send a miracle.”

Hiccup’s face screwed up in agony. He felt awful that she had been waiting for him. He had looked for her. He had done everything in his power to find her. But…it just wasn’t enough.

“The miracle came in the form of an old friend of mine,” Viggo continued. “He served faithfully under my command and said he owed me a favor from back then. He had been assigned the unfortunate task of disposing of our bodies once dead and preparing the cells for the next occupants. He said as long as the cells were empty, no one would be the wiser. He had prepared that pathetic boat you saw, and gave us a way out of the prison without being spotted. I was the one that demanded that Astrid come with.”

“So you could have a bartering chip?” Hiccup sneered.

“Well, yes, but also because I started to grow a little soft spot for her. Three months of captivity is plenty of time to talk.”

“I thought you said she didn’t speak.”

“Not to the justicars, no. But she eventually started talking to me. Loneliness? Boredom? I didn’t ask. But she started reminiscing about your lives on Berk. She told me about how you introduced her to Toothless, how you kidnapped her and took her flying.”

“She called it kidnapping?” He balked.

“Was it not?”

He had a point. Hiccup shrugged, and switched over to a needle and silk thread.

“She told me how you lost your leg,” Viggo said quietly. “I actually asked her about it, and she told me. I had always been curious. Now I must say, I always respected you, but to find out you took on that beast of a dragon? Remarkable.”

“Save your flattery,” Hiccup snipped. “I certainly don’t need it.”

“Of course. I only meant that…well, Astrid’s stories were so detailed, so intimate, it felt like I was there. She has such a high opinion of you, you know. I think you might be her hero.”

Hiccup tried not to let his words affect him, but his mouth pulled hard into a frown.

“I’m no hero…I thought she was dead. Your brother said she was dead, and I believed him.”

“But she’s not,” Viggo said, softly. “And she’s tough. She’ll recover.”

Hiccup sighed, finishing off his first line of sutures. Only a hundred more to go.

“I always guessed there was something between you two. The chemistry was unmistakable. But as Astrid told me of your adventures, I figured it out. My life with the hunters is over. I’ve lost my home, my family, my very purpose. I was prepared to die in that dungeon, but Astrid’s words gave me…something of a reason to keep going. I decided that I was going to reunite you two. And hopefully find my next mission once I had.”

“How noble,” Hiccup murmured.

“But I respect your suspicions, so once I regain some strength, I’ll be off.”

“Let’s just see,” Hiccup said, less harsh this time. “You brought Astrid back to me. I’ll want to know her opinion before I decide anything.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it.” He swallowed thickly. “Could I perhaps have some of that water?”

Hiccup tossed him the waterskin and he fumbled with it, trying to catch it with one arm.

“Hiccup!” Fishlegs’ voice came from the bridge. “I still can’t find the Twins, but Snotlout’s here.”

“Yeah, and I was doing something important, so what’s the big deal?”

“Viggo’s here. He brought Astrid. They were imprisoned together—“

“Astrid’s here?!” Snotlout cried, opening the door.

“Wait, don't come—!”

Snotlout burst into the room, only to freeze in abject horror at the sight before him.

“—in,” Hiccup finished lamely.

“W-wh-wh-wha…?” Snotlout blubbered.

“She was tortured,” Hiccup spat. “And I need you to get the med kit from the Clubhouse so that I can tend her wounds.”

“Sh-sh-she…” he pointed.

“Move!” Hiccup demanded.

Snotlout snapped to attention and hustled away.

“What can I do?” Fishlegs asked, standing in the doorway, but not looking in.

“Write a Terror Mail to Berk. Ask for Gothi to come, and let the Hofferson’s know that Astrid’s here and alive but gravely injured.”

“I will. Do you still want me to look for the twins?”

“Only if they’re going to be helpful. I don’t need to worry about their mess right now.”

“Got it. I’ll let them know what’s going on if I see them. I’ll be back once I send those letters.” And he closed the door behind him.

Hiccup let out a sigh, this time of relief. Things were moving, people were being helpful.

Hiccup moved onto another deep cut, cleaning it first before starting to stitch it closed. But as the needle pierced skin, Astrid let out a terribly sad cry of pain.

Hiccup stopped moving, his breath in his throat.

“…V-Vi…go?” She murmured.

Hiccup tried not to be angry that she asked his name first.

“I’m here, Astrid,” Viggo called over calmly.

“Wh-where…are we?” Her voice was so dry, so cracked, it was hardly audible.

“We made it to the Edge. You’re home, Astrid.”

Her breathing picked up, her chest shuttering with a sob. “H-Home? H-H-H-Hiccup?” She squeaked.

“Hi,” he whispered, petting her messy hair with a gentle hand.

She sniffed and tears started rolling down her cheeks. “Hiccup…” she sobbed. “Hiccup…”

“Yes Astrid,” he spoke tenderly, his face so close to hers. “I’m here. I’m here.”

Slowly, she opened her eyes, and blearily looked at him. Those big beautiful blue eyes were bloodshot and full of sorrow, but still so full of life.

He smiled at her, running his knuckle over her cheek.

She started weeping, full body, gut wrenching sobs. “H-H-Hiccup…” she whimpered.

He shushed her, a warmth forming in his chest, right where his heart used to be.

“I n-n-never thought…” she choked out a sob. “I never thought I’d see y-your stupid face again!”

Hiccup couldn’t help but bark a hapless laugh. “Oh come on, really? You just got back and you’re already being mean to me?”

“I-I-I love your stupid face!” She wailed.

He leaned forward and pressed his cheek to hers, the closest he could get to hugging her in this fragile state.

“I m-m-missed you…” her hand weakly reached out and grabbed him, only able to find a loop in his armor.

“I missed you too,” he whispered in her ear. “More than you could ever know.”

“Hiccup!” Snotlout called, “I’m back with the med kit! I think I found every bandage on the Edge!”

“S-S-Snotlout!” Astrid called. “Is that my Snotlout?!”

Hiccup straightened up. “Astrid, you’re naked. Let me get you something—“

“Don’t care…w-w-wanna see Snotlout!”

Hiccup shrugged. He was about to tell him to come in, but it seemed like he heard it all from outside.

“No offense, but I can’t…look at her. All the––gore.” He gulped.

Viggo got up and picked up the wool blanket she was wrapped in earlier. He brought it over, and both he and Hiccup draped it over her carefully.

“You can come in, Snotlout,” Hiccup called.

Sheepishly, Snotlout slunk in, arms full of medical supplies. He dropped them on the table by Hiccup and then approached Astrid from the other side. “H-Hey Astrid, how’s it going?”

“Snotlout…” she cooed, raising her hand out to him. Hiccup had never heard her say his name with such affection.

Apparently, neither did Snotlout, as he got teary-eyed. He took her hand, holding it gently. “It wasn’t the same around here without you. Never thought I’d miss having you pick on me all the time.”

The corners of Astrid’s mouth twitched in amusement. “Were you good for Hiccup? Did you help?”

“No,” Snotlout laughed weakly. “Same old pain in the neck as always.”

Astrid still had her finger hooked in the loop on Hiccup, and she tugged on him. “I leave for a few months and everything falls apart?”

Hiccup nodded. “Yeah. You know I have no authority over these muttonheads.”

Astrid chuckled, but the laugh turned to a grimace and a whimper.

“Alright, Astrid, I’m going to have to continue bandaging you up. It’s not going to be fun, I can promise you that.”

Snotlout shuffled away, standing over by the door, but not really ready to leave yet.

Hiccup peeled back the blanket, but kept her bottom half covered. Might as well keep her as comfortable as possible. “You’ve got…some of this skin is black and dead. I have to cut it away before I stitch it up.”

“I trust you,” she breathed. “It can’t hurt more than…than what they did, right?”

He frowned, feeling guilty. “I hope not. I’ll try to be careful, but a medic, I am not.” He took out a knife and held it up to the light, checking the edge. “Snotlout, could you take Viggo to get some food?”

“What? Me? But he’s scary!”

“Trust me, this…is going to be so much worse.”

Snotlout grew pale. “Yeah, okay…um…you like chicken?”

“I’ll eat a rock if I have to,” Viggo responded, getting up and leaving with Snotlout.

Now alone, Hiccup took a deep breath and let several tears fall.

“H-Hiccup?”

He wiped his eyes just as quickly. “It’s fine, just uh…just not something I ever wanted to do.” He picked up the knife and forceps from the medical kit and got to work.

By the gods was Astrid ever tough. She groaned, and dug her fingers into the blanket. She curled her toes and gnashed her teeth. She cursed Hiccup, his family, his lineage, and every Berkian that ever lived, but she did not scream.

Hiccup went somewhere in his mind. A coping mechanism he had gone to before when he had to deliver stitches. Astrid was made of leather, that soft, warm, tough material. Her wounds were rips in armor, and they needed to be patched.

It was better than the alternative. If he really thought about what he was doing to Astrid, he might have another mental breakdown. And he had had enough of those lately.

“B-break…” Astrid croaked. “I need a break…”

Hiccup set the tools down, his own hands shaking. He retrieved the fresh waterskin Snotlout brought and took a little sip, before bringing it to Astrid. He slid his arm underneath her shoulders and lifted her to half sit up, half lean against him, then brought the waterskin up for her to drink from. She weakly held it with her trembling hands. She’d pull away for a moment to take deep breaths, but she ended up drinking the whole thing.

“We’ll get you more water soon, and some food,” Hiccup noted as he took the skin away from her. Then he attempted to lay her back down, but she protested.

“W-wait…”

“What’s wrong?”

“Would you…just hold me for a minute?”

His heart fluttered, stirred by her innocent request. “Of course.” He kept one arm around her shoulders and pulled her to his chest so he could wrap his other arm around her waist. Her face fell into his neck but she seemed thankful for it, as she nuzzled him gently.

“Thank you,” she breathed again.

“Anytime. Really.”

“I’m…not going to be very useful around here for a while,” she chuckled slightly, but Hiccup heard it for what it was, an overwhelming sense of hopelessness. “Or ever,” she added with a choked sob.

“I don’t care,” he tried to comfort. “Wherever you want to be, we’ll take you there. If you want to stay on the Edge, I’ll take care of you.”

“But Hiccup…”

“Astrid, I was so lost without you. You’ve been with me since the beginning. You were the first person I showed Toothless to. I want you in my life, in any capacity. Even if you were blind and paralyzed from the neck down, I’d strap you to my back and carry you with me everywhere.”

“You don’t mean that…”

“I’m pretty sure I do. I’ve always been honest with you, Astrid. I found out how much I depend on you for strength, so feel free to depend on me for anything. Don’t worry about what comes next. Just worry about getting better.”

Astrid took a shaky breath. “Okay, I’m ready for you to keep going.”

“Okay. I know it’s not pleasant, but the sooner we get these open wounds closed, the sooner you’ll start feeling better.”

She nodded.

Gently, he laid her back down. But he was courteous enough to fetch his pillow for her.

#fanfiction #httyd #how to train your dragon #hiccup #hiccstrid #hiccup haddock #astrid hofferson #whump #home

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lilacura · 1 year ago

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blossoming bonds

Pairing: Huh Yunjin X Reader

Word count: 1k

Summary: Yunjin and Y/N embark on a mysterious beach walk, where confessions are exchanged under moonlit shadows in a secluded hut. A subtle necklace becomes the enigmatic link in their evolving romance.

The South Korean sky painted in hues of pink and orange served as a breathtaking backdrop as Yunjin and Y/N strolled along the courtyard. The lively chatter and laughter filled the air, infusing the environment with a vibrant and energetic vibe.

"Y/N, do you ever feel like we're always caught up in the whirlwind of classes and exams?" Yunjin mused, casting a glance towards the horizon.

Y/N nodded, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Absolutely, Yunjin. It feels like we're constantly racing against time."

"That's why," Yunjin said, a playful glint in her eye, "I thought we could take a break and enjoy a simple walk on the beach. What do you say?"

Y/N's eyes lit up with enthusiasm. "That sounds like a wonderful idea, Yunjin! A beach walk is exactly what I need."

As they ventured closer to the shore, the sand beneath their feet grew softer, and the distant sounds of crashing waves and chirps filled the air. The sun, now a golden orb casting its final glow, painted the sea with a warm reflection.

Yunjin couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. Today was the day she had decided to share her true feelings with Y/N. They had been close friends for years, and this secret admiration had been bubbling beneath the surface for far too long.

"We spend so much time on campus," Yunjin began, her voice taking on a contemplative tone, "but rarely do we take a moment to escape, to appreciate the simple beauty around us."

Y/N smiled, appreciating the sentiment. "You're right, jinnie. It's easy to get caught up in the hustle and forget to enjoy the little things."

As they walked, the conversation flowed effortlessly, a mix of shared memories and aspirations. The waves whispered secrets of unspoken feelings, and Yunjin could feel the anticipation building within her.

Eventually, they reached a more secluded spot on the beach, where Yunjin's eyes caught the sight of a path lined with rose petals leading towards a quaint, beautifully decorated hut.

"Y/N," Yunjin said, her tone soft and inviting, "come with me. I have something special to share."

Intrigued, Y/N followed Yunjin along the petal-strewn path, the colors of the petals contrasting with the golden sand. The hut, with its delicate decorations and soft candlelight, came into view.

Y/N's eyes widened with surprise and delight. "Yunjin, this is beautiful! What's all this?"

Yunjin took a moment, gathering her thoughts. "Y/N, we've been friends for so long, and I cherish our friendship more than anything. But there's something more, something I can't keep to myself any longer."

Y/N's gaze softened, sensing the depth of Yunjin's words. "What is it, Yunjin?"

With a nervous yet determined smile, Yunjin confessed, "I have feelings for you, Y/N. More than just friendship. I... I love you."

A moment of silence hung in the air, the waves outside the hut providing a gentle soundtrack. Y/N's eyes widened, processing the revelation.

"I didn't want to keep it a secret anymore," Yunjin continued, her gaze unwavering. "Today, I wanted to be honest with you, to show you how much you mean to me."

Y/N's expression shifted from surprise to a warm understanding. "Yunjin, I... I appreciate your honesty."

Yunjin reached into her bag, revealing a small velvet box. She opened it, unveiling a delicate necklace with a heart-shaped pendant. "Y/N, will you be my girlfriend? I want us to share our days and nights together, openly and without any secrets."

Y/N’s eyes sparkled, a reflection of the emotions swirling within her—a delightful blend of joy, affection, and a touch of vulnerability. She gazed at the delicate necklace cradled in Yunjin’s hands, its significance settling in her heart. A gentle smile played on her lips, and as she took a moment to collect her thoughts, the waves outside the hut provided a soothing soundtrack to the profound moment.

Her voice, when it finally broke the tranquil silence, carried a sincerity that resonated through the cozy space. “Yes, Yunjin,” she began, her eyes never leaving the necklace, “I would love to be your girlfriend.” Her words held a depth, as if each syllable expressed not just acceptance but a profound understanding of the shared journey that awaited them.

They sealed their newfound connection with a sweet kiss. As the kiss lingered, Yunjin gently pulled away, her eyes locked with Y/N's, a mix of affection and gratitude reflecting in her gaze. Breaking into a tender smile, Yunjin reached for the delicate necklace in the velvet box.

"Y/N," she whispered, her fingers brushing against the cool metal of the pendant, "this is for you."

Y/N's eyes shone with anticipation as Yunjin carefully clasped the necklace around her neck. The pendant nestled against Y/N's collarbone, a symbol of the newfound connection they were embracing.

"There," Yunjin said, her voice a soft caress, "it looks perfect on you."

Y/N's hand instinctively reached for the pendant, her fingers tracing its contours. The necklace, a tangible representation of Yunjin's feelings, felt like a warm embrace against her skin.

"Thank you, Yunjin," Y/N said, her voice filled with sincerity. "It's beautiful, and it means a lot to me."

They sat in the hut, surrounded by the soft glow of candlelight, the ocean waves creating a soothing melody in the background. Yunjin reached for Y/N's hand, fingers interlacing in a comforting embrace.

"To new beginnings," Yunjin toasted, raising an imaginary glass. Y/N mirrored the gesture, and they clinked their invisible glasses in a silent acknowledgment of the chapter they were beginning together.

The night unfolded with shared laughter, heartfelt conversations, and stolen glances that spoke volumes. As the stars dotted the sky outside, Yunjin and Y/N found solace in the simplicity of the moment, wrapped in the warmth of their budding romance.

Underneath the moonlit sky, Yunjin and Y/N's connection deepened, the necklace serving as a silent witness to the promise they had made. Love, once hidden in the recesses of their hearts, now radiated openly, creating a tapestry of shared memories against the backdrop of the tranquil beach and the hut adorned with candlelight.

#le sserafim #yunjin x reader #huh yunjin #jennifer huh #le sserafim x reader

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arifeathers · 11 months ago

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Give me some of your hcs for Kickin chicken and DogDay for your Oneiros au!

KickinChicken 🏳️‍⚧️

He’s the middle child out of five siblings, one older brother and sister and two younger sisters. Gets along with his sisters of them most of the time but has a strained relationship with his dad and oldest brother.

Also has an adopted cousin named Lyra Lorikeet who is two years older than him. She taught him how to mimic other people’s voices and he often uses it to play pranks on the others with his friendly rival and best friend, Hoppy.

Came out to his family as trans at age 10. His sisters and his mum took it well and accepted Kickin as a brother and son, his father and brother didn’t however and often purposely misgendered and dead named him, among other things.

Got his top surgery at age 16.

Left the henhouse shorty after three weeks of his father and brother’s bs, despite his mum’s and sister’s protests. Went to stay with his childhood friend PickyPiggy and her two mums after making it to Critter’s Valley, before building his beach hut by himself at 15 years old.

Loves the beach and often surfs whenever he can and wants to. If not surfing, then he’s likely seen participating in whatever competition he and Hoppy have made up together.

Has very good accuracy and often uses throwing knives and stars as weapons. He doesn’t have any magic like Catnap, DogDay, CraftyCorn and Hoppy, but makes the most of his throwing skills and athleticism to protect himself and his friends.

Often gives out eggs to his friends living in Critter’s Valley. He finds it pretty shameful and embarrassing, but his friends don’t treat him any different. Picky often invites him over to help her make breakfast and cook for the other critters. (He doesn’t eat the eggs for obvious reasons.)

First met Bubba when the elephant first moved to the Valley. Initially he was pretty neutral towards him, giving an energetic hello, a friendly slap on the back and making him do friendly strength competitions (which he always loses.). But his feelings towards Bubba started to change after the latter stood up to his father and older brother over him being trans, beginning a proper friendship and a bashful crush.

His other best friend after Hoppy is DogDay. They often hang out to together and sing karaoke duets during sleepovers or in general. Both are also constantly pushing the other to confess their feelings to their respective crushes every now and then. He also does the same thing with Hoppy and her crush on Bobby.

DogDay ☀️

The youngest brother out of his two parents and an older brother. He was abandoned by them at 7 years of age for being too “weak, clumsy and useless”, under the premise of having a family picnic with them. Held a grudge against his family ever since, except for his aunt and uncle who took him and Catnap into their care after they made their way to Critter Valley.

Met Catnap shortly after realising his family isn’t coming back for him and the latter waking up on the physical realm and unable to go home to the Dream realm. Awkward first meeting from being startled by each other and a lot of hissing and growling, before realising that neither of them are gonna hurt each other and slowly bonding over being fellow orphans. He let Catnap come with him, after deciding to find his Aunt and Uncle who lives in Critter Valley.

The journey to Critter’s Valley took roughly a year and a half for both Dogday and Catnap and full of perils, excitement and the two of them becoming inseparable.

His Uncle and Aunt was initially unnerved by Catnap’s otherworldly aura and demeanour but look after him at their nephew’s insistence. They both moved out sometime ago and left their house to Dogday and Catnao deciding to move next door into the old treehouse, which was later renovated with the other critters’ help.

Has feelings for his best friend since they were kids, but didn’t want to confess due to belief that Catnap only sees him as a brother. Catnap on the other hand, feels the same but is too shy to confess.

Is immune to Catnap’s Red Smoke thanks to a magic charm cast over him by the purple cat when they were children.

Is able to cast magic in the form of ball shaped lights and blasts. He doesn’t like fighting unless it’s absolutely necessary and to defend himself. Prefers to stun his attackers using his light magic, but will use his firewood axe if needed.

Before winter, Dogday often chops firewood for himself and the other critters, going from house to house to deliver a stack.

Next to Catnap, Kickin Chicken is his best friend and they often sing karaoke together or go to the beach together. He is also able to match Kickin with any teasing remarks.

If he meets his real life canon counterpart in the factory, he’ll be shocked, horrified and just full of denial that his best friend (and crush) would ever do that to him. He would also save him from the mini critters.

If he meets the Prototype, he’ll be scared of the latter’s appearance, until realisation kicks in when he remembers Catnap dreaming about a metal claw and fear turns into protective rage.

#asks 📬#answered asks #ppt #poppy playtime #smiling critters #poppy playtime chapter 3 #poppy playtime fandom #ppt au #the oneiros au #kickinchicken #dogday #gijinka #human au #headcanon 📝#lore development #lore

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thehistoriangirl · 1 year ago

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The Tides Have Veiled [Fourteen]

This chapter is calmer than usually :3 is that suspicious? I wouldn't know...

Viktor x Fem!Reader---/Gothic AU/Haunted Sea---3.4K---SFW

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Synopsis: Piltover the Old has an old lighthouse that looms over an abandoned port. From the house in the wailing cliff’s edge, the lighthouse owner watches that the beacon is being lighten up each time darkness arrives, so that monsters wouldn't dare to crawl inland, or so legends say. Both buildings are haunted, maybe even the man himself, by both past and present ghosts. Surprisingly, the keeper’s work is beyond turning on the beacon every night— but the rest is on you to discover.

Chapter Summary: Just when you're about to confront one of your fears, Viktor's there to confess.

Taglist: @lunar-monster @local-mr-frog @bittercyder @blissfulip @ihopeinevergetsoberr

Fourteen: A Ghost Roaming the Coast

It was almost dusk when you gathered your petty bravery, watching the sky bleed and the waves shine with the last glimpses of sunlight.

Calculating against the clock hung on the wall and the keeping log, you had around forty minutes until the sun died down for good today, finally overshadowed by the beacon.

Your steps echoed against the wood of the lighthouse’s staircase, hands eager to gather the raincoat perfectly folded over the table and the pair of boots tucked against a side of the hearth so they could get warm enough against the upcoming winter currents.

You observed the flames, Viktor’s words resonating inside your brain in between the crackling fire, allowing your mind to get lost in their dance though your jaw tightening didn’t pass unperceived.

I believe you hit your head with a rock when you were walking along the beach.

“Yes, sure,” you seethed. How would you end up on the opposite side of the bay if that were the case? You should be dead if your head would have hit any of the sharp rocks at the foot of the cliff where you sought refuge last night.

And the woman—the ghost—it hadn’t been the first encounter. Even if you tried to delude yourself into thinking of it as a poor excuse of a slip of imagination, like the force that was about to push you to the edge of insanity; you knew better.

Sadly so. As much as ignorance would’ve been a blessing.

Even then, knowledge perhaps will be the only thing to keep you alive. Once you understood everything, you would be able to know what to do now you knew that there was no solace in the city for you.

Not with whatever had poisoned your blood with salt water.

That was the only thought while you fished your keys from the depths of your oversized wool sweater, securing them with a cord in your pants’ hem.

The cave was real, you felt it in your being, in the way your fingers still seemed to vibrate while remembering the touch of the faint purple glow on its walls. How the song resonated in your bones as if they were hollow, filling you with homesickness you didn't know it was there until the melody made it overflow.

How someone could feel such a thing when one has never known a home anyway?

What a twisted life this seemed to be.

But before settling a foot outside, a flash of the ghostly tail made your hand brush along the table’s surface to grab the handle of the kitchen knife.

It wouldn't be much, especially if you were correct about what you believed that creature was; though you didn’t wish to be so exposed and hopeless again. It was enough that for a considerable portion of your life, you’d been sheltered and tucked away as an old doll—you didn’t wish your end to be like that, too.

You were a keeper now, away from the shabby hut by the coast, now instead watching the whole landscape from your tower, maintaining the light on against the darkness, the mist, and the restless things roaming in the night. You were different.

You probably hit your head against a rock.

Voices mixed in a cacophony that pounded your head. Your mother went out of her mind after having you. That's why she left you.

You can’t run away from your blood.

No, you weren’t your faceless mother. You wouldn’t let the sea claim you too. And yet… you kept walking toward the exit, toward the waves. Tempting life and destiny only to soothe your mind once the cave stood, materialized, and real in front of you again.

Would Viktor care if the next evening he’d find the beacon still on, his keeper gone?

Would you care if he didn’t?

Hairs prickled your eyes when you shook your head in a violent attempt of denial, albeit the thoughts kept flowing like currents, so many your mind had gone murky, limbs led by instinct alone.

Open door. Close door. Walk. Fetch key. Open do—

A flap of cold wind hit your face like the slash of a dagger; the dark, grey sky quickly being covered by the view of a long, black coat. The wind carried the familiar essence like an invisible embrace.

“Where are you going at this time of day? It’s almost nighttime.”

You jumped away, a scream getting caught up in your throat as your mind scrambled to act. Get away. Grab the knife. Why does the voice sound so familiar?

Looking up, you conjured another ghost trying to haunt you, grabbing the knife from the pocket of your raincoat so forcefully your knuckles were white. Instead of hollow sockets, you saw a pair of golden stars still visible despite the cloudy night.

You opened your eyes, heat pooling up your face. “I was going to look for you,” you said, hoping to craft an acceptable lie with the nonsensical words spilling out of your mouth.

Viktor arched an eyebrow. “With a… knife?”

Your lips pressed in a thin line. Silence dragged, and Viktor leaned against the rusty threshold of the lighthouse’s gate, giving you all the damned time in the world to explain.

"We're not on so good terms, I suppose,” you answered begrudgingly, wishing to imbue a more amused and sarcastic tone instead of the hollow, plain tone that got out. Gaze averted and your free hand playing with your hair, you were a terrible liar, which wouldn’t explain why Viktor didn’t believe in what you told him this morning besides being pure reticence.

The screams of the cliff started creeping up the rock, toward the open lighthouse, and perhaps it was your imagination, but you felt a gentle trembling movement of the hill beneath your feet.

Your hands enveloped his wrist, pulling him inside the little garden and closing the gate behind him with a slam. Standing face to face, you could see his breathing spiraling up to the sky between the drizzle starting to compose a rhythmical dance over your coat.

“I regret talking to you like that. It was unprompted and uncalled for," Viktor said, eyes gentle and ever-present, boring into yours in seek of something you couldn't quite place yet. “I came to apologize.”

It couldn’t be so easy—you knew it wasn’t just forgiveness. It couldn’t be.

"You don't have to say things you don't mean only to appease me. I know you said it on a whim, which must’ve let you slip a thing or two decorum wouldn’t allow you to say in other circumstances.”

“And whims are all built in poor wording.” He sighed. “I don’t regret marrying you. I regret what this marriage has put you through.”

Your brain took much longer than needed for his words to seep in. “… what do you mean by that?”

Viktor's eyes settled on yours, and this time you gathered your courage to keep them on him, between the little mole under his eyes to the bridge of his nose. You saw browns and yellows on the irises, molted gold casting shadows behind its wake.

He brushed your shoulder ever so slightly. “My cursed wife. Don’t believe I haven’t noticed.”

A childish part of you fluttered when he called you ‘his wife’, perhaps hoping that all these steps you had walked together meant something more than just a clause in a job application. Though anger still bubbled up your belly for his words that were so heavy the wind couldn’t carry them away just like enough blood couldn’t become invisible while diluted in water.

You crossed your arms, as if he could see your heart hammering against your chest.

“I’m not yours.”

“I know. Albeit that’s not what everyone thinks about us.”

And what do you think about us? You wished to be brave enough to ask him.

“Curses are hereditary,” Viktor continued, his voice soft in a mutter while his gaze was lost in something over your shoulder, though when you looked back, you could only see the flicking shadows of the empty staircase. “They do not fade away with time as everything else tends to do because the ones that impose them are outside its reign. It persists in blood.”

He didn’t need to tell you what he was referring to. Ghosts. Witches. Spirits. The house and this lighthouse. You felt a shiver down your spine, cold sweat gluing the hairs of your nape. A gaze that penetrated over the rock of the tower and into your back. A gaze belonging to a woman's empty sockets.

“Are you trying to scare me?” You hugged yourself, hoping he wouldn’t notice your shiver. This time it was working.

“Let’s get you inside,” Viktor replied, taking his cane from its place propelled against the wall and pointing the handle toward the door. “You’re getting wet and I don’t want you to get sick.”

“Do you believe me?” You sounded childishly hopeful when you should’ve been surprised, not minding his cold palm sliding into yours to guide you down a more than familiar path.

“I don’t think there’s a purpose for you to invent something like that.” Viktor raised a hand when you were about to protest, your eyes deeply crinkled in a frown. "I know there are… strange happenings in this town. Of course, I believe you."

"I thought I had fallen and hit my head?" You huffed, the gentle crackling of the fire enveloping your cold bones once Viktor closed the door and helped you out of your humid coat, taking the knife and settling it on the table.

“There are certain things it’s better not to say out loud on land,” Viktor replied, almost embarrassed with the way his cheeks and ears were tinted pink, though all you saw could be a product of his closeness to the fire.

“And it’s good to talk about them now?” you said, looking up toward the beacon room and catching a glimpse of the golden light flicking through the stairs.

“No. But I didn’t want you to remain angry with me.” Shyly, he took your hands in his and gave them a light squeeze. “I care about you, and I couldn’t let a day pass by and know that I’ve hurt you. I’m sorry.”

You looked up at him, the flames making his eyes twinkle—and it would’ve been a mischievous way if it weren’t for the gentleness of his touch, fingers surrounding your wrists, a slight arch of his eyebrows created by worry.

The gentle mutter of your name slipped through his ajar lips.

Your hands slid around his torso, taking in the essence of his clothes, like orange and salt and books. He was solid, warm, and real, his lithe muscles shifting under your touch, cheek settled just above his chest.

His indecisive gasp reverberated deep inside your bones, hotness climbing up your neck once he hugged you back, his hands moving from their place on your arms down your waist. The movement made his unbuttoned coat open to envelop you whole, chest flush against his dress shirt.

For a long time, the only thing that existed was Viktor's heartbeats complementing yours, breaths mixed in a slow rhythm turned a soothing dance once he started swaying you side to side.

His cane’s handle poked your side, spell broken when your mind cleared enough to realize what you were doing, that you were too close, that perhaps his movements originated from exhaustion from coming down the house toward the lighthouse. That this was still just a façade. You pushed your hands over his chest to break the hug, only to find his hands still grabbing the soft curves of your hips.

“Viktor…” you said, looking at his chest now that locking eyes with him was so difficult, your mind running in circles over the memories of the wedding, the softest friction of his lips over yours.

The fake wedding, your brain tried to add, unsuccessfully.

“I don’t want to lose you.” He nodded, deep in thought as his right hand ran up from your waist up to cup up your cheek. “I promise I’ll do my best to keep you safe. I promise you.”

You smiled, the movement making his thumb brush across your skin in slow, gentle circles, a view so intense he might want to paint you to behold in his memory forever.

Viktor leaned closer, the rebel locks around his forehead almost hiding his intense expression. Your hands grasped his arms, thinking your knees would fall at any moment. His nose skimmed against yours before his lips landed atop yours in a motion so fleeting you might’ve been imagining if it weren’t for the gentle motion of his lips opening, accompanied by a squeeze on your left hip.

You sighed, wanting to move one of your hands atop his heart.

“I—I’m sorry,” Viktor jumped backward, almost tripping with the leg of the table. “I don’t know what I’m doing… I… I overstepped.”

You held his hand before he could pull away. “No, you didn’t,” you muttered, looking at the ground. “I’m your wife after all.”

Viktor’s sheepish smile left you breathless, looking between the yellow hues of the fire the bright red of his cheeks reaching his ears, even.

“This is so unprofessional. Come on,” he told you, reaching for the metal pole you used to extinguish the logs inside the hearth. Using your oil lamp to move around, Viktor approached the staircase with confident steps even as he hooked his cane in the crook of his elbow and started ascending using the handrail, a path so familiar maybe he could even crawl it in the darkness. “I want to keep watch with you tonight.”

It was your turn to frown with concern. “Aren’t you tired? You just returned from the city.”

“I’ve had many things around my head to even think about sleeping. There will be time—that is, of course, if you want me here. I’ll understand if you’d prefer to be alone.”

“I don’t want to be alone,” you replied almost immediately. Viktor turned once he reached the top, extending his arm to let the shine of the lamp illuminate your way up.

“You won’t be. Not if I can avoid it.”

Your head tilted to the side, looking over his shoulder to see the messy room you used every night; with the old logbooks open over the table and half the window still sealed with wood boards, pens scattered over the yellowish pages of the unfinished diaries you’d been scribbling on to avoid Viktor’s curiosity when you asked for another notebook.

Would Viktor see you as another delusional keeper if he got a better look at your writings?

“A worker will come to replace the glass on Thursday,” Viktor said, his steps never faltering while approaching the table. If he read the old keeper’s words mixed with your deliriums, he didn’t show any different emotion as he walked toward the closed door at the far end of the room. “The wood covers the view of the sea.”

“I prefer it this way,” you couldn’t stop from saying. This way you wouldn’t see the woman.

“I can’t say I blame you,” Viktor sighed, his steps getting further away as he entered the machine’s room, all his silhouette embraced by the comforting darkness inside. “Both haunting and beautiful.” Walking toward him, you heard the crackle of the couch give in under his weight. You closed the door with a gentle click now you were sure everything was for the night already tinting the horizon navy blue. Viktor hadn’t brought the lamp, and neither did you, remembering that day when the storm raged outside and yet you were warm and safe between his arms. You wouldn’t need the light if he was there. “Like you.”

You chuckled, ignoring the way your heart started pounding relentlessly against your ribcage. “Am I haunting?”

He hummed, grasping your hand to guide you toward the couch until your legs were against each other caged inside the tiny space. “Haunting does not always mean something frightening; but something special and unforgettable.”

Unforgettable… “Will you remember me once you go work as a teacher full time?” your voice was barely audible over the purring of the motor in the control panel, it was a miracle that Viktor could hear it, just as it was a miracle being so close to him tonight.

The pause that followed you allowed you to sense the cool of the night starting to crawl over your feet and fingers from under the metallic door, and you couldn't stop thinking how you had survived last night soaked in freezing water without catching hypothermia.

“I’m not planning to leave you alone in this town,” he muttered. “I can arrange another bedroom in my apartment.”

You recollected the horrible dream, how your lungs pleaded for mercy once the living room was flooded, tears mixed in with salt water as if they had always belonged there. His disappearance toward the bathroom almost all night. And the stain of crimson diluted into the water.

“I don’t think I will survive outside this town, Viktor. And I’m terrified of figuring out.”

“I’m here with you,” he said, patting your knee. “There’s always a way.”

“I hope you’re right. I don't want to be trapped in here for the rest of my life, whatever short or long it may be…” You sighed, feeling the breaking of your voice even before you uttered another word. “I want to escape my family’s fortune, though I think one may never be too far away from their blood.” I don’t want to keep feeling like I'm drowning near the coast and away from the sea. “I’m just… so tired of being… me…”

You heard the rustle of his hand patting your head. “I understand. One might think I should know it by now—the cursed owner of the haunted house by the cliff. But there’s always hope as long as there’s life. And I must… confess, that my world would be dull without you in it.” He exhaled. “I was so scared of finding you by the coast this morning. I… I thought…”

A chill ran through your spine, and you sought his warmth, leaning your head against his shoulder. “What haunts you, Viktor?" you whispered in a reckless attempt that no other spirit but him could hear it.

You felt him tremble slightly under your cold touch. “What always haunts everyone—the past.” He shifted to accommodate you better, hearing the muffled clank of his cane against the wall as he rotated himself to allow you to set yourself between his open legs, your back flush against his chest as if he were a cocoon. “And what haunts you?”

So many things, you were just like a small, naïve child. The screams of the cliff. The ghostly woman. That following sensation of being watched inside Viktor’s house. Of one day waking up in the hut by your aunt’s screams, the lighthouse and him all but a fantasy. “Knowing that everything I see and hear at night is a lie. And knowing that it’s not.”

Viktor posed his chin atop your head. “I believe you,” he said after a while, his breath drawing goosebumps against your ear. “I believe you.” There was a pause where you heard the palpitations of your heart picking up just like the rain outside.

“You shouldn’t walk by the beach at night,” he muttered, settling his head in the crook of your neck to whisper against your ear. “That’s why fishermen go to open waters and don’t come back until the sun is up again.”

“I was… I was returning from my uncle’s funeral. I…” you swallowed the lump in your throat. “I saw him first. And then the woman. M-my mom…”

He hugged you, his hands around your waist. “I don’t think that was your mother,” he said, soothing you with his reassuring touch and his closeness, tucked away from the world. "Why don’t you rest for a while? I’m going to need you alert and awake tomorrow afternoon.”

“Why?”

“I’m going to show you the open ocean.” He cleared his throat. “I mean… I’m researching about mareel, luminescence in algae that floats on the sea at night. I… it would be my pleasure to show you. If you’d like to come with me.”

“Oh! Well… I’d love to.” You smiled even though he couldn’t see it in the darkness. “Viktor…” you called, neck crooned toward him. “Can you kiss me again?”

You heard his faint chuckle, his head moving toward yours in the dark, hands cupping your jawline and neck as his thumb brushed along your bottom lip. You parted your mouth open, hot breath hitting against his fingerpad before his breath met yours in an eager sigh once you pressed yourself against him.

In that room there was no time nor hurry, embraced in the cold wind and sheltered by the rain tapping against the roof; so you allowed your mind and body to lose yourself in him. If only for tonight.

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kay-wren · 8 months ago

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I'll Come Running - R.C. - Chapter 8

Jessie exited the plain and quickly hailed a cab. She got the address to the Cameron's Bahamian resort from Sarah and had it saved in her text messages. She texted the pogues to let them know she had landed and was headed to the house. What was she going to say when she got there? She had no clue, but she knew she would think of something. She's always been quick on her feet. That's what intimidated Rafe so much in the first place: her ability to word vomit so perfectly she could talk her way out of anything... and she could also talk anyone into anything.

Jessie took a cab to the house where she would meet Rafe. She expected plenty of security, but she knew just what would get her in the doors. No sneaking, no hiding, just words and confidence was all she needed, and those were her two favorite weapons.

She finally pulled up to her location, truly astounded with the sheer size of the mansion sitting directly on the beach. She didn't expect a little hut on the beach, but this... this was extremely... kook. She laughed a little under her breath and began to play with the skin on her fingers, just looking at the mansion in front of her made her just a little nervous. But she had to stay calm, she was on a mission.

The cab rolled up to the gate. What Rafe and none of the security would realize (hopefully) is that Jessie's phone was tapped. Before she left, Pope did what Pope does best and engineered a program on her phone to be able to track her and listen to and record their conversations. The Pogues had dealt with enough cops to understand that they were always going to need definitive proof, hence the phone tapping. They wanted to make certain that any confession or agreement— or argument— was caught on tape. JJ secretly just wanted to make sure Jessie was safe, as much as it would hurt him and even make him a little uncomfortable, he wanted to hear every conversation between Jessie and Rafe.

"Can I help you?" The Bahamian security guard spoke in his thick accent as he got eye level with the driver.

"I'm here to drop off the miss." The taxi driver stated. The driver had no clue what was going on, and that's how Jessie wanted it. It's best not to get anyone involved that doesn't have to be.

"Uh, Mr. Cameron were not expecting any visitors." The guard said once again with his accent that was impossible to ignore.

Jessie chimed in "Rafe Cameron is the only one here. Tell him there's a young lady waiting out front for him." She said as if she owned the place.

The guard hesitated, but spoke a few things into his walkie and finally summoned the driver in the gates. Jessie knew Rafe would be taken off guard. She didn't have to say who she was. She knew he wouldn't be able to resist. His curiosity always got the best of him. How could he say no to a young lady waiting to see him?

Jessie finally exited the cab with a rolling suitcase in hand. The Pogues thought she should dress in more business attire to present herself more seriously, so that's exactly what she did, opting for a black satin knee length dress and strappy black heels. Jessie hated the getup, but knew first-- or new-- impressions were everything. The attire was all a strategy to breed intimidation. Rafe was also wearing a suit though, surprisingly. She walked through the house and caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye. He was talking on the phone in a lavish, white living room, wearing a navy blue blazer and a cream colored shirt. He also had his head buzzed. That was a new look for Jessie, but she didn't hate it. He looked much more grown up, but maybe it was just the blazer talking.

She rounded the corner while he was still on the phone pacing back and forth among the 3 couches and large round white coffee table, all pieces facing the large bay windows. Jessie strutted down the hallway with as much confidence as she could muster, making sure to not let her face fall or her facade falter. She was stone cold, and Rafe knew it the second he spun around and locked eyes with her. It took everything in Jessie not to fall into those icy blue orbs again... but this time, they looked more like storm clouds. God, he's changed.

Rafe's face was unreadable. Confusion, sadness, anger, relief, fear, joy, all somehow in the same look. He dropped his phone but never dropped eye contact, neither did Jessie. Tears pooled in his eyes and he visibly choked and tried to swallow whatever he was thinking or trying to say.

"J-Jessie?" Rafe whispered with straight lips and wide eyes. He looked terrified, like he'd seen a ghost. For a second Jessie felt like one.

Jessie stopped in her tracks and put her hands on the back of the white plush couch and leaned closer to him. Not near close enough to be sharing the same air but close enough to intimidate Rafe. Show time. She narrowed her eyes and licked her lips and smirked.

"That's Mrs. Cameron to you."

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Casual - A Mcpricely Songfic

Kevin Price x Connor Mckinley from the Book of Mormon Musical

Part 1 of The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Mormon

Song is Casual by Chappell Roan 2.1k words

warnings: manipulation, abuse (physical, ever so slightly kind of alluded to sexual)

My friends call me a loser

cause I’m still hanging around

Connor Mckinley didn’t know what to do. He had sacrificed everything for Kevin with no reward. he lost his family and his faith for a boy who didn’t love him. Poptarts and some of the other elders had tried to comfort him, but their air of superiority was something Connor couldn’t handle.

I’ve heard so many rumors

that I’m just a girl that you bang on your couch

Word of what had happened had certainly gotten back to his family, not to mention the church. Connor went back to his old home once to pick up all his things, and he couldn’t handle the judgmental stares from everyone. This whole situation was definitely not helping his family’s perception of queer people.

I thought you thought of me better

someone you couldn’t lose

When they were first excommunicated, Kevin had finally stood up and taken charge. The book of Arnold took a very different stance on same-sex couples, and it was the push that Connor had needed to confess. The first couple of weeks had been pure bliss, with constant affirmations of love. Connor truly had thought that they’d be together forever.

you said “we’re not together”

so now when we kiss, I have anger issues

you said “baby, no attachment”

After a little while, the magic began to wear off. Kevin started to withdraw, stealing longing looks at any semi-decent man he happened to come across. When Connor confronted him, Kevin told the truth. Their “relationship” was a stance against the church. A bit of rebellious fun. But the sex was good, so why should it stop? Despite all of this, Connor couldn’t bring himself to disappoint Kevin. So, he let Kevin kiss him and touch him and fuck him while Connor choked back his tears and feelings alike.

but we’re

knee-deep in the passenger seat

and you’re eating me out

is it casual now?

Their “first time” really was the first time for both of them. None of the other elders knew about them, so it couldn’t happen in the mission hut. Kevin had managed to convince Gotswana to lend them his truck, which he did begrudgingly. It was cramped and awkward and they didn’t know what to do, but the passion and thrill of it all was enough for them.

two weeks,

and you mom invites me

to her house in long beach

is it casual now?

Arnold, bless his soul, seemed none the wiser of the truth. When they all moved back to the states, he had been the most insistent of all the elders about keeping in touch. Most of them had split between the two coasts, with Kevin and Connor in New York while Arnold and Naba had moved to California. Connor had gotten a call from Arnold about “the super cool secret not-really-secret very awesome meet up plans” and how he was so excited. With a little questioning, Connor realized Kevin was going to California, and Arnold thought he’d be coming too. With Kevin. As a couple. Connor didn’t know what to say, so he simply hung up. And he pretended not to notice when Kevin disappeared a couple weeks later.

I know what you tell your friends

its casual, if it’s casual now

then, baby, get me off again

if its casual, it’s casual now

Connor and Kevin lived in separate apartments just a couple minutes from each other. While Connor struggled from audition to audition, Kevin had landed a cushy job in marketing. And while Connor suffered in silence, Kevin seemed to flourish; constantly meeting new people and making new friends that all seemed to look down on Connor. Kevin often dragged him to parties, where he’d show him off and make jokes at Connor’s expense. Then all the stuffy, stuck-up executives would laugh, leaving Connor wondering what he missed.

dumb love, I love being stupid

dream of us in a year

maybe we’d have an apartment

and you’d show me off to your friends at the pier

In Uganda, before their relationship had crumbled, Connor and Kevin often fantasized about life back in the US. They would move to New York City and share a cozy apartment, one that allowed pets. Some days they would plan their weddings, and others they would even go so far as to think of having kids. They would adopt, girl or boy, and try to give them the best life. Kevin would whine about Arnold’s stupid name suggestions, and Connor would laugh. They would kiss and they would cuddle, and maybe Kevin would teach Connor to cook. Maybe Connor would teach Kevin to dance. But now, they’d never know.

I know, “baby, no attachment”

Even when they moved back to the US, Connor kept pretending. Kevin continued with their “no strings attached” hook ups, and Connor stayed in the hopes of mending their relationship. But even when Connor realized that it would never get better, he couldn’t bring himself to break it off.

but we’re

knee-deep in the passenger seat

and you’re eating me out

is it casual now?

Connor took Kevin to a drive in theater once. It was a horrible old movie with no cohesive plot and terrible acting, but it didn’t matter. Connor hadn’t really had a plan for how he would do it, but the words started coming before he could He told Kevin how he couldn’t keep doing this. How yes, the sex is great, but he wanted more. He needed more. How, despite his efforts, Connor still loved Kevin. The silence after his confession was deafening, the mere seconds stretching to a lifetime. And then, Kevin laughed. He laughed and laughed, not caring how Connor’s soul was crushed. When he finally pulled himself together, Kevin said he thought they had a good thing going, so why should they ruin it? Connor should just be grateful they had anything at all. but yes, Kevin could see that he’d hurt poor Connor’s feelings, so he was going to make it up to him. And as Kevin climbed into the footwell of the passenger seat, Connor tried to pretend that a blowjob could fix all his pain.

two weeks,

and you mom invites me

to her house in long beach

is it casual now

When Kevin had gone to California, Connor had received another phone call, this time from Nabulungi. It turns out that Kevin never told them that Connor wasn't coming. Arnold, both trusting and oblivious, didn’t think anything of it. But Naba knew better than that. She asked if something had happened between them, and if Connor was alright. It had been so long since anyone had seemed to care for Connor that he just stood in stunned silence. Naba sat on the other end of the phone, calling his name until eventually she hung up.

I know what you tell your friends

its casual, if its casual now

then, baby, get me off again

if its casual, its casual now

The other elders, with the exception of Arnold, treated Connor with a strange pity. it was the way one might look at a very cute dog that was being put down for mauling a child. You couldn’t help feeling sorry for it, but then again, it fully deserved its fate. they had made no real attempt to reach out since Connor told them everything, and he was too proud to try to contact them. Connor knew exactly what he was in their eyes.

it’s hard being casual

when my favorite bra lives in your dresser

Sometimes, Connor would pretend that Kevin didn’t exist. He would imagine that he was free to do whatever he wanted, free to meet new people and free to live his life. Or maybe he would have a nice, loving boyfriend who really cared for him. Other times, Connor would fantasize about finally breaking up with Kevin. But the empty dip in his bed and the hole in his heart kept Connor firmly in Kevin’s grasp. So, Connor would stay in Kevin’s bed while his favorite tie sat in Kevin’s drawer.

it's hard being casual

when I’m on the phone talking down your sister

Even when Kevin returned from California, Nabulungi continued to call Connor. And as much as he tried to lie and say everything was fine, she could see right through him. But Connor would never tell her the truth, no matter how much she asked. And if he cried himself to sleep at night, she didn’t need to know.

and I try to be the chill girl that

holds her tongue and gives you space

I try to be the chill girl, but

honestly, I’m not

Connor was taught to be modest. He was taught to be nice. And he was taught to never make a fuss. But at this point, he didn’t know what he could do. Kevin was becoming increasingly demanding, bordering on violent. Connor was just glad that he had his own place, but without a stable income he didn’t know how much longer it could last.

knee-deep in the passenger sea,

and you’re eating me out

Connor just wished that they could go back to the start.

two weeks and your mom invites me

to her long beach house

Connor didn’t know how to tell Arnold and Naba the truth. So, he didn’t.

I know what you tell your friends

baby, get me off again

Kevin had taken him to yet another dinner party. The same old men stuffed in suits sipping wine with their bored trophy wives. Was that what Connor was now? Just a trophy for him to show off and fuck? He couldn’t take it anymore. He was tired of being scared. Tired of being threatened and told to obey because goddamnit, he deserved better. Or maybe he was too drunk on whatever low-grade alcohol they were serving. But by the time common sense caught up to him, it was too late.

I fucked you in the bathroom

when we went to dinner

Kevin had just dragged Connor to the restroom, pushing him roughly into one of the stalls and grabbing him by the collar. And Connor didn’t resist. Why would he? So. he just stood there and tried to pretend he didn’t hate it.

your parents at the table,

you wonder why I’m bitter

After all of that, Kevin had just… went back to the table. Like nothing happened. Connor had told him that he needed a minute, to which Kevin just nodded. And that was the breaking point.

bragging to your friends,

I get off when you hit it

When Connor got back to the table, everyone was laughing. Quietly, he pulled Kevin aside. And he said everything.

I hate to tell the truth,

but I’m sorry dude you didn’t

Connor started talking, saying everything that was on his mind. But Kevin didn’t want to hear it. He tried to shush him, but Connor was on a roll.

I hate that I let this drag on so long

now I hate myself

Connor told him how he hated everything. The awful feelings and thoughts that plagued him night and day. And then he said the awful words that had been sitting on his tongue for months. “We’re done.” Connor thought that Kevin would yell, or scream, or cry, or maybe even just agree that it was the best thing for them. But nothing could have prepared him for blow to the face.

hate that I let this drag on so long

you can go to hell

The blood poured down Connor’s face as he stood there in shock. Kevin stood there, mouth agape, seemingly shocked as well. All of the people at the dinner had stood up, trying to see what the commotion was about. Someone was coming towards him, saying something, but the ringing in his ears drowned them out. Connor bolted for the door, rushing out into the cool night air as he tried to ignore the mixture of blood, snot, and tears on his face. He hailed a taxi, mumbling Kevin’s address as he tried to stem the flow of blood from his nose. Shoving some bills into the driver’s hand, Connor sprinted up the stairs to Kevin’s apartment. Fumbling with his keys, he let himself in. Connor quickly shoved all of his things into a random tote bag, going as fast as he could. His clothes, his toothbrush, his books. He was about to reach the door when it opened. In the doorframe stood Kevin, tears glistening on his cheeks. They stood there in silence, staring in horror at each other. Wordlessly, Connor turned back towards the bedroom. Slowly, he picked up his lucky tie. It was silk, baby blue, a gift from his parents before he left for Uganda. Blood dripped on it, scarring the gentle colors. Connor pushed past Kevin, walking slowly down the stairwell. He walked the whole way back to his apartment with slow, methodical steps. As he entered his apartment, he slowly lowered himself onto his couch. He couldn't be bothered to deal with his nose, or even change. So, he just flicked on the TV, letting whatever random channel was on illuminate his empty apartment. And before he knew it, he had drifted off to sleep.

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idk what this is it started as a midnight notes app writing and i churned the second half out after a breakdown so it might be shit but whatever

and yes this is a repost im moving my writings to this blog

#book of mormon #tbom #mcpriceley #elder price #elder mckinley #fanfiction #fanfic #songfic

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fishcow99 · 8 months ago

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Casual - A Mcpricely Songfic

Kevin Price x Connor Mckinley from the Book of Mormon Musical

Part 2 of The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Mormon

Song is Casual by Chappell Roan 2.1k words

@elposting here it is

warnings: manipulation, abuse (physical, ever so slightly kind of alluded to sexual)

My friends call me a loser

cause I’m still hanging around

I’ve heard so many rumors

that I’m just a girl that you bang on your couch

I thought you thought of me better

someone you couldn’t lose

you said “we’re not together”

so now when we kiss, I have anger issues

you said “baby, no attachment”

but we’re

knee-deep in the passenger seat

and you’re eating me out

is it casual now?

two weeks,

and you mom invites me

to her house in long beach

is it casual now?

I know what you tell your friends

its casual, if it’s casual now

then, baby, get me off again

if its casual, it’s casual now

dumb love, I love being stupid

dream of us in a year

maybe we’d have an apartment

and you’d show me off to your friends at the pier

I know, “baby, no attachment”

but we’re

knee-deep in the passenger seat

and you’re eating me out

is it casual now?

two weeks,

and you mom invites me

to her house in long beach

is it casual now

I know what you tell your friends

its casual, if its casual now

then, baby, get me off again

if its casual, its casual now

it’s hard being casual

when my favorite bra lives in your dresser

it's hard being casual

when I’m on the phone talking down your sister

and I try to be the chill girl that

holds her tongue and gives you space

I try to be the chill girl, but

honestly, I’m not

Connor was taught to be modest. He was taught to be nice. And he was taught to never make a fuss. But at this point, he didn��t know what he could do. Kevin was becoming increasingly demanding, bordering on violent. Connor was just glad that he had his own place, but without a stable income he didn’t know how much longer it could last.

knee-deep in the passenger sea,

and you’re eating me out

Connor just wished that they could go back to the start.

two weeks and your mom invites me

to her long beach house

Connor didn’t know how to tell Arnold and Naba the truth. So, he didn’t.

I know what you tell your friends

baby, get me off again

I fucked you in the bathroom

when we went to dinner

your parents at the table,

you wonder why I’m bitter

After all of that, Kevin had just… went back to the table. Like nothing happened. Connor had told him that he needed a minute, to which Kevin just nodded. And that was the breaking point.

bragging to your friends,

I get off when you hit it

When Connor got back to the table, everyone was laughing. Quietly, he pulled Kevin aside. And he said everything.

I hate to tell the truth,

but I’m sorry dude you didn’t

Connor started talking, saying everything that was on his mind. But Kevin didn’t want to hear it. He tried to shush him, but Connor was on a roll.

I hate that I let this drag on so long

now I hate myself

hate that I let this drag on so long

you can go to hell

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idk what this is it started as a midnight notes app writing and i churned the second half out after a breakdown so it might be shit but whatever

#book of mormon #mcpriceley #elder price #elder mckinley #fanfiction #fanfic #songfic #stories from a fishcow

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