#but he came in so fast he almost tripped and killed himself

[msburgundy]

concerning when my dog disappears and then returns far too happy....what were you doing beast

[aphrogeneias]

it's been seven hours and fifteen days —

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader (soulmate!au)

summary: it's new years eve, and as the year comes to an end, so do a lot of other things.

word count: 3.5k

warnings: fluff and a lot of angst. brief sexual assault (by an unnamed patron). a little bit of violence. mention of a gun (as a joke, very quickly). a cliffhanger. stobin (platonic with a capital p) appreciation.

author's note: it's been a long time, but the show must go on. i hope you enjoy it! <3 also, please don't hate after you're done with this, 'kay? pinky promise.

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Steve and Robin surprised you with a visit right before New Year’s Eve of 1991.

Surprised isn't the word, in fact. They had both been dropping hints about coming over to see you whenever you'd talk on the phone for a few weeks then, especially since Eddie came back to your life. You were trying to not worry them, to not bring up the subject too often, but they knew you better than you knew yourself.

In the same way Eddie once knew you too.

On the morning of the 30th, you were woken up by several insisting knocks on your apartment door. Those were unexpected in themselves, since no one used to visit you. Especially at that time of day, after a long Sunday night shift. Your roommate was out of town for the holidays, and even then, it wasn’t like there were people coming in and out of your home on Monday mornings.

Mornings were for sleeping in and recovering from the buzzing in your ears left by way too loud live music — Linda would always say you'd all end up deaf, but you couldn't think of a better way of eventually losing your hearing — and standing on your feet since the afternoon. However, that particular Monday morning was different than any other.

Stumbling out of bed, you inwardly cursed whoever was bothering you this early, when you'd just gotten to bed. From the other side of the door, you could hear two people arguing. “Stop knocking! You've already woken up the whole building!”, one of them said, in a frazzled whisper-shout. The other responded, in an almost bored tone, “And she might still be asleep.”

You'd never yanked the lock open that fast in your life.

Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley, with bags under their eyes and bags on the floor by their feet, stood on your doorstep. Their matching smiles staring right back at you.

“What are you doing here?” You gasped, launching yourself forward, involving both of them with your arms around their shoulders in an awkward group hug.

“We were long overdue for a road trip to see you.” Steve sounded tired as he squeezed you back.

“The old Beemer almost didn't make it.” Robin commented as you pulled away.

“I’d kill both of you for surprising me like this on my day off but I'm too happy to care right now.” You were already pulling their bags inside and closing the door, leading them in.

“Can we take a nap first? I'd rather be killed while I'm well rested.”

The cold, early morning sun shining through the window curtains made that sight even more surreal. Robin already lying on your couch, and Steve sitting himself on the floor in front of it, resting his head on the seat. You smiled through the sleepy fog that still lingered behind your eyes.

“That can be arranged.”

They slept through the morning and a little into the afternoon, which gave you time to sleep too.

After you were all awake and they'd settled their luggage in your room, showered and changed, it was time for an improvised breakfast for lunch with whatever you had in your fringe. Frozen waffles, scrambled eggs and plenty of coffee.

You sat around the small, square table in your kitchen while you listened to them talk about everything, everyone, you'd left behind. About running into your mom at Bradley’s Big Buy, about the kids going to college, — and how Robin hopes Dustin never follows any of Steve's advice, much to his chagrin — about Robin’s life in the city and Steve’s struggle to let go of the past.

Some things would never change, even when they did most drastically.

You didn't speak about yourself, content in just hearing them talk, basking in their warm presence. Until Robin asked, “What about Eddie, huh?”

���Yeah, what about Eddie?” Steve repeated, trying to act casually while he filled his mug with more coffee. It was never his strong suit.

You sat back in your chair, crossing your arms. “What about Eddie?”

“Can't we ask how he's doing? How are the two of you doing?” Robin mirrored your position, grinning at you.

“There's no two of us, nothing’s changed in that regard, before you ask.” You sighed, “And Eddie… Eddie is doing great. The band is doing great, they're getting good traction with the public, the bar has been more and more crowded each weekend. It's just a matter of time until they get a better offer as a resident band, or from a label. I'm happy for him, for them.” You quickly corrected yourself.

“What about you? Are you happy?”

You couldn't help but smile at Steve's question. “It's bittersweet, I think. I grew used to having him around again, some days it's like I haven't even left, but I know it's got an expiration date hanging over us all over again. It's good to have him while I can, you know? I try not to think too much about it.”

“No use in telling him, then?” Robin finally breached the subject, you knew that was where they were trying to get all along.

You shake your head. “No, there never was, really. It's what I told you guys five years ago and it hasn't changed. Eddie doesn't want a soulmate, even if it's…”

“Not even if it's you? I really doubt that.” Steve interjected.

“Especially if it's me. Especially now, after everything I did. It's not fair to him.”

They exchanged a look then, one of those looks Robin and Steve shared that no one but then could really tell what it meant. It was enviable, really, to be that understood by someone. You once knew what that was like.

Before either of them could say anything, something shifted at the table. Subtle, like a soft gust of air, but you knew the feeling. You knew it well, and when you looked down between the empty plate of waffles and your barely touched cup of coffee, sat something that wasn't there a moment ago.

A woven leather bracelet, with a simple silver clasp. It was slightly worn, clearly well loved. There was no question where it came from.

You picked it up, letting it hang from your pointer finger.

“Is that… his?” Steve broke the silence.

A tired sigh left your lips from deep within your chest. “Who else could it be from?”

One more for the box.

As seemed like a pattern that day, you got woken up again, this time by the phone ringing.

Robin was sleeping in your roommate’s bedroom — because what she doesn't won't hurt her — and Steve was dead asleep, snoring on your couch. He didn't budge as you picked up the bright blue receiver from where it hung from the wall.

“Hello?”

“Did I wake you up?”

Eddie's tone did not indicate he was even a bit remorseful — you could practically see the dimples forming around his lips stretched in a charming smirk, his body leaning against the telephone booth.

“You didn't call me to ask that.”

Little did he know you had a matching smile on your own lips.

“You’re right. Jus��� wanna hear your adorable, middle of the night voice.”

“Asshole.” You scoffed, and if your face felt a little hot, you tried to ignore it. “What's up?”

“You wanna go help me put up some posters over on the Strip? Linda said we need all the marketing we can get for New Year’s, and I could use some help.”

“And your dear bandmates can't help because…?”

“Didn't ask them. I'm asking you.”

“Why? Missed my pretty face that much? You saw me yesterday, man.”

“Jesus…” He sighed, overdramatic and loud, as you'd expect. “Just get your cute butt over here, I'm waiting at the next corner.”

You giggled, again, not being able to help yourself. “I knew it.”

Most days, you liked to tell yourself you shouldn't get too attached. Eddie would soon be leaving again, on a tour bus to brave the country — with how much people they'd been attracting to The Deuce, it was only a matter of time until one of them was a producer scouting for their label’s next big hit.

You told yourself that, if he didn't leave, then you would. You'd done it once, there was no harm in doing it again.

You realized you liked lying to yourself more than you were previously aware of.

Lying to yourself was what you did when you were crammed into the passenger seat of Jeff’s old car, less conspicuous than the beat-up behemoth Eddie calls a van, scouring the city for the best spot to tack some concert posters. The late night radio tune the background of your laughter, inside jokes returning like second nature, the red string tightening around your pinky finger.

It was what you did when he held your hand to make you walk the streets faster, trying to cover more ground through the night, the same way that he used to when you played together. When he asked you to sit on his shoulders to attach posters to places higher than either of you could reach, and his hands rested warm on your thighs. When you ended the night at the same diner you did every morning, sleepy eyes meeting over hot coffee mugs.

Closer each day, still pretending to be far.

Holidays were never a busy time at The Deuce, which meant that the crowd at that New Year's Eve party was something you'd never seen before.

Being one of the smaller, lesser known clubs at the Strip, your parties were always a bit more inconspicuous. Smaller bands, smaller crowds, a lot less trouble. For some reason — and you suspected it was due to the news of a certain frontman’s charisma spreading through the city like wildfire — everything you expected was turned upside down this year.

Tickets were sold out that afternoon, and the bouncer had manager to squeeze in a few more people waiting in line. All pretty girls, of course. You had drinks to sell, after all.

The beginning of the night went as smoothly as you could manage. You got in earlier than usual, as did the rest of the staff, and by the time people started rolling in, you barely had time to greet Robin and Steve, who promptly found a place to sit further from the stage.

It was funny, seeing all of your old friends under the same roof again, even if it was just for one night. The boys came from backstage to say hello for a moment, and it was almost like being back at The Hideout again, with those same old drunks, and much less history between all of you. If you closed your eyes, it was almost like being there again.

If you looked closely, though, the strained smiles and awkward small talk amidst your closest friends and Eddie told you everything would never be the same again, not even if you tried.

A new year, a new life. Wishes to make, though yours was always the same.

You tried to shake that feeling, though, and concentrate on work. On the buzzing, electric feeling in the air, on the loud chatter and the music the DJ was playing in the background, on the eminent excitement for midnight to come.

Your wish happened to come out of backstage again that evening right before the band came on, wrapping one arm around your shoulder while you carried an empty tray towards the bar.

Your heart raced as he leaned closer, voice lowered for your ears only. “Do you see that guy over there?”

He pointed at a man sitting by himself, close to the stage — as close as he could get without getting into the crowd that was already forming in front of it. He looked like a mixture of Kim Fowley and a Ken doll, nothing too out of the ordinary for the men you saw regularly here, but he was definitely not a regular.

“Who is that?” You whispered back at him as you placed the tray back on the counter. Eddie remained there, with his arm around you, his body learning against your side. You could tell how excited he was by the wild grin on his face.

“He's here for us. Linda called on some favors with an old friend who knows people, and… voi-fucking-lá. We have an in.”

“Good luck, then.” You smiled, turning to fully look at him. “You're gonna need it.”

You were not expecting it when he left a lingering kiss on your forehead before walking away.

If there was a strange feeling growing on the back of your throat, you tried your best to ignore it. It stayed there as you watched Corroded Coffin perform what you thought was their best night there, their music rising and rising the crowd until they broke like a wave, manic guitars and heavy drums working them for their own pleasure.

It stayed until the clock struck midnight, and Eddie threw a kiss at you from the stage, and you pretended to catch it in the air and place it in your heart. Somehow, that felt more intimate than the dozens of couples kissing all around you.

All hell broke loose after the band left the stage.

The DJ returned, where he would stay until the bar closed, and as everyone scattered around the bar, it was the usual pandemonium you were already used to, but with much more people. The bar was busy, which meant you were busy, but not too busy to sneak a shot or two with Steve and Robin, or watch the former flirt with Heather behind the bar.

Eddie and the boys were all around, talking to everybody. It felt nice to see them in their element, especially Eddie with his big gestures and loud personality — he was right at home, there. It felt even nicer when you managed to cross each other, his hands always finding a way to touch you, to let you know he was there.

As good nights, though, that one also had to come to an end.

It started to crumble when you had a full tray of beers, and a man bumped into you. You tripped, but didn't fall, thanks to all the practice you'd had. The man grabbed your waist, then, harshly. “Whoa, there! Falling for me already?”

“You wish. Let go.” You responded, curly, already trying to escape. It wasn't the first time you dealt with one of these types, and it wouldn't be the last. Keeping your cool was the best you could do in a situation like this.

“Not yet. Let me show you a good time, baby.”

“I said let me fucking go.” You gritted through your teeth. Some people around started to notice, and it wasn't long until they started staring. His hands started to lower on your hips, whining some you couldn't understand through slurred speech, until you felt someone push the man's shoulder.

“She said let go, man. You heard it the first time.”

“Not right now, pretty boy.” He pointed at Eddie, and you saw an opportunity to pull yourself away, and didn't resist stepping on his foot, hard.

“Asshole. Get the fuck out of here.”

The man’s face grew red with pain, and anger, no doubt. “Bitch!”

You heard Eddie let out a bitter laugh before his face was flying at the man’s face, who upon impact, lost balance and barrelled into you again, but with full force this time, sending the beers on your tray flying, glass shattering on the floor, and beer spilling onto you.

It was like being in the middle of a hurricane. Eddie fought the guy, who was already on the floor, as the boys came running to drag Eddie away. Robin, with Steve on her tow, pulled a startled you by the hand and away from there. Her and Heather lead you towards Linda’s office at the back, but all you wanted was to look back.

In your haste, you'd left the door unlocked.

The bathroom inside the small office room was cramped, but better than the ones outside. Robin had offered to come in with you, but you wanted to cool off alone. She waited outside as you attempted to clean yourself, your black top hanging from the sink as you wiped the drink off your chest with paper towels.

Your heart still beating fast in your eardrums, though the adrenaline was starting to wear off, made you tremble a bit, a cold shiver going through your body. You didn't know if it was relief that nothing worse happened, or if it was the phantom memory of Eddie’s hands gripping your body close to his.

You sighed, looking at your disheveled self in the blurry, dirty mirror.

The door handle rattled behind you, and you answered without looking. “I'll be right out, Rob.”

“Buckley is outside with Harrington and the bartender chick.” There's a slightly injured hand, free of the usual rings adorning it, holding the door a few inches open, and a face obscured by overgrown bangs. “Can I come in?”

Through your daze, you made yourself a reminder to trim Eddie’s hair when you could.

Sensing his hesitation, you smiled as best as you could through your reflection, feeling too vulnerable to look back. “Yeah. Of course.”

Quietly, — too quietly for Eddie — he came in and the door clicked closed behind him, but he didn't move, staying still with his back against it. You realized he was probably trying to make himself smaller, as to not scare you even further. Your heart grew warm while your body still shivered.

“Is everyone alright?”

When you turned, you noticed you were mirroring each other's positions. Trying to stay as far as possible in that tight space, arms pressed to yourselves, as the red string between you pulled and pulled and pulled, strained to the point of breaking.

It didn't, it wouldn't.

“Yeah, they kicked the guy out. Uh… I kicked the guy out, actually, and the guys helped, but yeah.” He chuckled nervously. You couldn't see them, but if you had to guess, the tips of his ears would be bright red. “Linda threatened him to never come back with that pistol she keeps under her desk, you should have seen it.”

You giggled despite yourself, “Man, how could I have missed that.”

“Are you alright?” Big brown eyes stared at you from across the small room and, as they always did, disarmed you completely.

“I'm alright.” You turned again, reaching to give your wet top a thorough squeeze before putting it on again. “Didn't get hurt, just got wet…”

You forced a laugh, but Eddie didn't return the sentiment. When you looked back again, he wasn't looking at you anymore.

He was crouching, picking something off the floor. The ceiling light wasn't on, just the yellow one over the mirror, and you struggled to see what it was until he straightened himself up, shuffling on his boots. The first thing you noticed on his right hand was a silver chain, and at the end of it, a red guitar pick. It must have fallen while you took your top off in a hurry.

You knew it like the back of your own hand. It was slightly chipped at the bottom, the scaly red slowly losing its former glossy finish, the faded Fender logo at the center of it.

You knew he knew it too.

“Where did you get this?”

A hand stretched between you, like a long corridor in a dream. Just within your line of sight, but unreachable. The necklace hung from it, limp, its silver chain glinting in the yellow light of the flickering lamp.

When you didn't answer, Eddie’s voice hardened. “I'm not gonna ask again.”

Your eyes were focused on the red guitar pick, not on his face. You swallowed hard, “I think you already know.”

“No, I don't.” He emphasizes it with your name, and it hurts you to hear it. The atmosphere changed completely, then. “I lost this years ago after a show in Indy, but you were already gone. Where did you get it?”

Eddie's voice trembled with something you only describe as betrayal. There was grief too, somewhere in there. Your shattered heart ached, but you couldn't find it in yourself to say something. Anything.

“What have you been hiding from me?” He had never sounded this quiet. It scared you.

“Nothing you don't already know.” You mumble, staring at the floor. “Like I said, I think you already know.”

Frustrated, he stomps his feet, but you don't flinch. “Goddamnit! Just tell me. Tell me. I want to hear it from you.”

“So, you do know?”

Narrowed eyes met in the middle. The red string tensed, and bent — does it break? Could it, ever? Sometimes you wished you could snap it. For his sake, not yours. But all it did was stretch impossibly tighter, like the fist that closed itself around your heart.

“I don't…” Eddie's eyes glistened in the dark, whiskey dark, swimming in murky waters. “I feel like I don't know you like I thought I did.”

You broke first, approaching the door with trembling legs, like a deer in headlights. The two of you stared at each other closely for what felt like more than just a mere moment, unsaid things hanging heavy in the air.

“Did you ever?”

It doesn't break, but bends, and bends, and bends.

[kanaria-a]

❝The rain cries and won't stop all December❞

In which, you play childrens games with some of the twst cast…

(This is modern, so no, Rook doesn’t have any inhumane ways of finding you besides instinct <3)

$PLAYING FREEZE TAG(with Ace and Deuce)!

You all looked stupid like that, running around like madmen. Ace was “it” and was jumping over tables and chairs to be able to get to whoever was closest to him, maybe it wasn’t a good idea to play in the house? Despite the lack of safety measures, you kept shut and continued playing, running around Ace’s home as fast as you could in an attempt to get away from his touch. Deuce wasn’t as lucky as you were, immediately tripping over himself a few minutes after Ace started running, letting Ace catch up to his easily. With that, Deuce was it, and Ace was running upstairs where you were. You attempted to shoo him away quietly, and yet he didn’t listen and ended up in the exact same spot as you. If course, Deuce knew that you were both upstairs, and so the so the moment he came into the already cramped room, you and Ace made a beeline to the door, both of you attempting to get out of the door before the other, which instead ended in the both of you being tagged.

$PLAYING TIC-TAC-TOE(with Azul)!

He just kept on winning no matter what. No matter where you started, in the upper right corner or directly in the middle, you couldn’t win against Azul. It felt more like he was taunting you at that point. Every time he won, he’d flash you a smile, that while genuine, was also cocky. Eventually, you won against him, despite using the same strategy as every other time. He smiled yet again, and that’s when you immediately realized that he let you win. At that point you gave up, accepting defeat to Azul Ashengrotto. You were honestly about to watch a movie instead, until he tapped your shoulder gently, offering you a chest board.

$PLAYING TAG(with Floyd)!

You swear to god he’ll kill you one of these days trampolining over you like this. Of course, Floyd was “it.” He would have played freeze tag with you, but Jade nor Azul wanted to play, so there was no point. After a few minutes, Floyd caught up to you, throwing himself onto you and sending you both face first into the grass. While he does get up after a few seconds, he immediately gets back to chasing you, smiling and laughing the whole time. No matter how many times you attempted to say that the game didn’t work that way, you just couldn’t bring yourself to at the sight of his happy face. Eventually, Floyd got tired of running around in the backyard, instead opting to drag you back inside the house to play video games with him.

$PLAYING HIDE AND SEEK(with Rook)!

You’re starting to think that Rook isn’t human anymore. No matter where you hide, he finds you in under a minute. It almost terrified you, not the fact that he found you no matter where he was, but the fact that he kept taking his hat off whenever he found you, revealing his bad bob that would make anyone scowl and back away. Whenever you weren’t focusing on his horrendous haircut, you were trying to find ways to outsmart him during this children’s game. You thought it’d be pretty easy to find him, and yet it took you over four minutes to realize that he was hiding in the bathroom cabinet. The moment you opened the cabinet door, you were greeted with Rook and his utterly despicable bob, as well as him winking at you, before quickly removing himself from the cramped space. You swore to yourself that day, you’d find him a new hairdresser.

$PLAYING MUSICAL CHAIRS(with Diasomnia)!

It was the most intense game of musical chairs you’d ever been in. It was only the first round. Only three chairs, and four of you. The music didn’t totally match the intensity of it all, and yet everyone still payed attention. Silver was controlling the music, leaving you, Lilia, Malleus, and Sebek to play instead. As soon as the music started, you and Sebek were glaring at each other, determined to land in one of the three chairs without any trouble. Suddenly, the music completely stopped. Immediately Malleus sat in the chair that he was already in front of, you traced back to the chair that you were closest to, which left Lilia and Sebek to “argue” over the last chair, to which Lilia just let him have it. It felt as though he didn’t intend to win at all. The second round started and the three of you were hovering around the last two chairs available, Lilia contently watching over you all. Silver stopped the music at Lilias command, and Sebek sat down the fastest he could, leaving you and Malleus to stare each other down for the last seat. You had to admit, he had an intimidating stare, and so you let him have it. One of the chairs was taken away, now leaving one. The third and final round started, leaving Sebek and Malleus to circle around the single chair one on one. The music stopped, and you swear that Sebek didn’t even attempt to get the chair from Malleus, not only letting Malleus have the chair, but also praising him for it. While Lilia was laughing about it all, Silver had fallen asleep next to the speaker. The three of you decided to stop playing for the night, instead deciding to go to sleep yourselves.

Small drabbles to keep you all feed for the week, expect p2 of the infection AU some time next week!

[ali-r3n]

Eddie has never caved so fast

Eddie’s girlfriend is not a fan of his facial hair and gives him a choice, sex or the goatee

Fluff & Suggestive Content

{Thank you @eddiemunsons-missingnipple this wouldn’t exist without her input and her amazing editing skills. Goatee!Eddie edit was made by her so go give her some love 💜}

Eddie had grown out a goatee and his girlfriend despised it. 

“What’s wrong, Sweetheart?” he asked as he ran his ringed hand over his face with a smoldering look. “You don’t like my new look.” 

“No. You look like a pirate.” She pouted.

He walked towards her and slid his arms around her waist. “Well then, how about I shiver your timbers.” He wiggled his eyebrows as she rolled her eyes. 

He leaned in to kiss her and was stopped by her finger on his lips. “No kissing,” she stated. “Or sex, until you shave it off.” 

“You’re kidding, right?” 

“Nope.”

“Sweetheart,” he whined. 

“I said what I said, Eddie. Shave it off and get laid or cockblock yourself.” 

Eddie lasted two days before he gave in. If you asked him, he would say that he endured a year of no physical affection. 

He tried to get her to break first… 

His lovely girlfriend stood at the counter as she made lunch. Dressed in his shirt and a pair of short cotton shorts, his favorite outfit. The front of his sweats began to tighten as he walked up behind her and slid his arms around her waist. He rested his chin against her shoulder and pressed himself against her. 

“Hi Sweetheart,” he purred into her ear and nuzzled against the side of her face. 

She winced away from the tickling of the coarse hair against her skin. 

“I missed you.” He ground his hips against hers. 

Y/N swallowed as she closed her eyes. She felt herself get wet and subtly clenched her thighs. She wouldn’t admit it, but she missed him too. 

“Sweetheart,” he sang. “You miss me too, don’t you? I know that you do. I can practically smell that perfect pussy.” 

She almost gave in. She turned around and came face to face with that infamous goatee. With a triumphant grin, he leaned in to seal his victory with a kiss and was promptly stopped by her finger on his lips. Eddie froze in shock. 

“Shave and I am all yours,” she stated and wormed out of his arms. 

He tossed his head back with a long groan. "Sweetheart, you're killing me here."

"THEN SHAVE!" she yelled from the hallway.

Y/N had gone to the mall with Nancy and Robin for a girl’s day. She walked into the trailer and looked over at her stubborn boyfriend who sat on the couch, that goatee still on his face. 

“Still not shaving?” 

“No.” He pouted. 

She shrugged. “Okay.” She made her way to the bedroom with a sway of her hips. 

Eddie watched with wide eyes. He looked away when she stopped mid step and looked over her shoulder at him. 

“By the way. This bag…contains lingerie,” she stated as she held up the pink bag by the silk black ribbons. . 

Eddie swallowed and squirmed as a bulge formed in his jeans. His neglected cock springing to life. . 

“I was hoping you changed your mind so that we could have some…fun.” 

He covered his mouth with his fist and bit into his hand to muffle his groan. 

“I guess not.” 

The next morning Eddie woke up to a most welcomed surprise. His eyes bugged out of his head. Y/N stood at the counter, dressed in her pretty new lingerie with a sheer robe over it. The fabric slipped down one of her shoulders. 

“Good morning, Baby.” She batted her eyes at him. 

“Meet me in the bedroom, Sweetheart!” he exclaimed. “I’ll be there in two minutes.” 

He tripped over his feet as he booked it to the bathroom. With a triumphant smirk, Y/N walked into the shared room and took a seat down on their mattress. 

Now clean shaven, Eddie entered the room. His shirt was already being pulled off of his head and tossed to the side. She giggled as he dove onto the bed and scrambled to his knees. 

He clapped his hands and said, “Alright. Show time.” 

“Well, what are you waiting for, Ed?” she teased. “Come here, Big Boy.” 

Y/N squealed when he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her to lay underneath him. Now that he finally had her in his grasp, he did not let her leave until the early hours of the morning.

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[2braincellslz]

Hey!

Can i request Thomas Shelby x son! Reader, where the reader is the bastard child of him and no one knows about him except Tommy. The reader's mother dies and he gets sent to a distant relative who mistreat him. And the reader also knows who his real father is, and one day they meet and the reade is just really really sarcastic and Tommy somehow finds out that this disrespectful child is his kid he abandoned.

Father Dearest

Relationship: Son!reader and Father!Thomas

Desc: (y/n) having to suffer with his Aunt and Uncle, he decided to spend his day at the Garrison only to run in to his long lost father.

(Y/n) tossed again, huffing in displeasure. The sun was rising now but it wasnt like he got much sleep. Back at his moms estate, that was definitely not given to her to keep her quiet, he slept in one of the softest beds imaginable. It was almost like sleeping on a cloud. Now, living with Aunt Ann and Uncle Dick, he slept on a potato sack. Sometimes he swore he felt needles poking him from inside the mattress.

(Y/n) tossed more more time for good measure before giving up. He rolled off of his piss poor mattress, if it could even be called that, and tugged on his slightly too small "street" clothes. That of witch was a old yellowed dress shirt, work pants, and a hat. His "caregivers" didnt get him anything else.

Now, Aunt Ann and Uncle Dick wernt poor. Far from it. They were just cheap. Cheap when it came to (y/n). Cheap to the point where (y/n) was forced to sleep in the attic rather the guest room.

Ann and Dick had their own kids. Viv, a younger girl, she was kind but then again the reality of the world hadn't hit her yet. And Shawn, a boy about the same age as (y/n). Shawn and (y/n) got along fairly well. Often, they would hang out under some bridge and gamble with eachother. Whether it be a quick game of black jack or some kind of contest.

Shawn was also the only person who know about the hush money (y/n) received weekly. Shawn knew why (y/n) was getting hush money. Shawn knew who the hush money was coming from. Shawn also knew that (y/n) would lie about going off to work, much preferring hanging out at one bar or another and people watching but it was only a matter of time before people watching got boring.

(Y/n) climbed up the stairs, in to the kitchen where Aunt Ann and Uncle Dick were already sat at the table. The maid, Lizabeth, was hard away working at the stove while Viv watched carefully. Shawn was stood by a mirror, checking his tie one last time.

"Hot date?" (Y/n) asked, lightly slapping the back of Shawn's head.

"God, I wish."

"(Y/n)!" Dick called from the kitchen "dont hit Shawn or you'll be out on the streets so fast your head will spin!"

Shawn and (y/n) couldn't help but give a look, trying not to burst out in to a fit of laughter.

Letting in to the living room, (y/n) took the couch that was practically calling for him to fall asleep in and Shawn took a arm chair.

"So what's with the get-up?" (Y/n) asked, pouring himself a glass of Morning liquor.

"Dad's wanting to introduce me to some of his clients. Saying that I better get used to the 'get-up'"

(Y/n) hummed, nodding. He took a sip of the wisky. Dick would kill him if he caught (y/n) dirking it.

"So , what's your plan?" Shawn asked, getting himself a Morning glass.

"Planning on swinging by the Garrison. Seeing if that bar maid position is still open."

Shawn made a face, one of confusion and studder worry. "The Garrison? The place you are payed not to go to?"

(Y/n) just smiled, tipping his glass to Shawn.

"You are utterly crazy. Mr. Shelby still visits!" Shawn whisper yelled, leaning forward.

"He hasnt seen me in, what, eighteen years? He won't recognize me." (Y/n) couldnt help the small smile that crept up on to his face at the sight of the great Thomas Shelby being tripped up over his long lost son. "He's too busy with his businesses to even notice me."

"And if he does?" Shawn rasied his eyebrows.

"They I say I have a right to be here. The money is so I dont, one, stake any claim on anything to do with the Shelby family, two, not tell anyone that my dad is The Great Tommy Shelby, and three, not bug Thomas. I can still go to the Garrison."

"You're insane." Shawn sat back, placing his glass on the side table.

"Shawn, my boy, are you ready?" (Y/n) shot back the rest of the drink as Dick turned the corner.

"Yes, sir." Shawn stood up, straightening his cuffs.

Dick started for the door. Just as Shawn was about the leave, he shot (Y/n) a warning look. 'Dont get yourself in to unwarranted trouble.'

"(Y/n)." Aunt Ann called. "We have... guests tonight. I would suggest you etheir stay out late or stay in your room. Make yourself scarce."

(Y/n) just rolled his eyes, grabbing his cap before heading out the door.

The walk to the Garrison was never boring. The roaring flames from the factory's and the smoke filling passer by lungs was always a grand way to wake up. Granted, it was the only way to wake up.

Pushing open the door to the Garrison, (y/n) made himself at home in one of the bar seats.

"Ah, (y/n)" the bartender who (y/n) never bothered to learn the name of smiled. "The usual?"

"Actually, I was wondering if the bar maid position was still available?" (Y/n) asked, lighting up a cigarette.

Just as the bartender was about to open his mouth, the door snapped open. While the bartender was quick to look up (y/n) took his time.

A taller man walked in (clearly already buzzed). He was dressed in a distressed and messy suit and had a bushy mustache. (Y/n) was no stranger to the man, having shared one or two drinks with him.

Another guy was right behind him, a lot yonger. (Y/n) could tag him as Finn, the youngest of the (now) three Shelby sons.

The kingpin wasnt far behind his two brothers.

"Alright, everybody out." Arthur shouted causing the one or two people who didnt have jobs to leave. Exept (y/n) who sat back against the bar.

Arthur glanced over, clearly trying too hard to be intimidating. "Oi, you deaf?"

"Nope. Just bored." (Y/n) took a long drag of his cigarette.

"You got a death wish?" Finn piped up. God, It was hard not to laugh. Finn was almost like a little dog barking with the rest of the german shepherds as if he was one in the same.

"Depends on the day. Today..." (y/n) paused, pretending to think it over. "Nah."

"You best be leaving then." Arther took over again.

"No." (Y/n) turned around, back to the Shelbys.

"Leave him be. He won't say anything." Thomas finally hushed his brothers. Almost as if trained dogs, they both shut up and sat down. "What's your name?"

"(Y/n)." He didn't turn back around. "(Y/n) (l/n)"

(Y/n) though he was poking a bear with a stick, wasnt dumb. He knew not to out right say he was a Shelby so he used his long lost mothers name.

(Y/n) could hear the cogs turning In Thomas's head. He could feel his father's eyes burrowing in to the back of his head.

Arthur stared on about something or a another.

(Y/n) finished his cigarette just as the brothers were finishing up their little chat.

The stood next to (y/n) creaked slightly as one of the brothers sat down next to him. The bartender slid him a drink. There was a thud, money being placed on the counter, only Tommy did that.

"Do I know you?" Straight to the point.

"No. I dont think you do."

"Your last name sounds familiar." Tommy took a sip of his drink, watching his brothers leave the bar. "You're brave but dumb."

"Two of my best quality's." (Y/n) waved down the bartender whi handed in another drink. (Y/n) reached over and took the money Thomas was going to use to "pay" for his drinks, sliding it infront of himself.

"Do you have a job? Seems like a odd time for someone of your age to be hangin around bars."

"Nope, just got fired."

"Yet you dont have a death wish."

"Hated the fucking job." (Y/n) paused. He knew Thomas could see right through him. (Y/n) did know if it was a dad things

or a Thomas thing. "Boss's were scum. Good coworkers though."

"Isnt that always the case..." Tommy sipped his drink.

"You know." (Y/n) threw back the rest of his drink. "I always thought 'Tommy' was a odd name for a gang leader. You would expect something more... hard. 'Tommy' is a name you would expect a young sweet kid."

"And Thomas?"

"Thomas is a little better."

"A little?" Thomas looked over, not being able to hide the suddle smile.

"Mhm. (Y/n) is a much better." (Y/n) smiled back.

Thomas hummed, moving off of the seat. "Well, (y/n), next time you want to talk to your father you dont have to your uncles." Thomas said, leaving the bar.

(Y/n) jumped, nearly out of his skin. He quickly turned, nearly knocking himself out of this chair.

"What the fuck."

[elffics]

⊹𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒇

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴏɴ ᴀ ʜᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʀɪᴘ, ᴍᴀᴇᴅʜʀᴏꜱ ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʜᴇʟᴅ ᴄᴀᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ ʙʏ ᴍᴏʀɢᴏᴛʜ.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪʀᴇ.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴍᴀᴇᴅʜʀᴏꜱ x ᴏᴄ

The elf rode gracefully through the dense forest on his steed, the leaves whispering their secrets as he passed by. The moonlight filtered through the canopy. Maedhros took this trip alone just to clear his mind from the dark thoughts.

As he listened to the soothing sounds of nature around him, a sudden piercing scream shattered the tranquility. It was an ugly scream that did not sound like for an elf or human, sending shivers down his spine.

Curiosity piqued, the elf urged his horse forward towards the source of the commotion. As he drew closer, the sound of swords clashing filled the air, the metallic clang echoing through the trees.

Guiding his horse through the trees, Maedhros emerged into a clearing to find a figure covered with dark armor and a cloak, slicing through the Orc bodies with their long sword. what stunned Maedhros was that the mysterious figure used not only their Sword but also their hand that seems to have long nails.

he stayed hidden behind the trees, his gaze never left the cloaked figure. as an experienced warrior himself, he can tell that this person is a skilled fighter but also their moves were unnatural, they were fast, very fast and deadly. there is no way that's even an elf.

Maedhros did not know what to feel about this person. they were killing the Orcs that makes them not with the dark side but still, they were different...

Fire surrounded the figure as they sliced and killed more Orcs, the fire prevented The orcs from escaping. it was like the figure enjoyed this very much, making the Orcs suffer, making them bleed heavily before they die. it looks like the figure was just playing with them, not caring much.

When the figure finished them all, their head turned to the place where Maedhros was hiding. he immediately hid himself behind a tree. his body moved quietly but quickly, reaching his horse, although before his hand reached his horse, a sudden force slammed his body against the floor, pinning him down, which only confirmed Maedhros suspicious that this figure in not an elf.

Maedhros's eyes met with striking golden eyes. those eyes he can recognize anywhere, the same beautiful golden eyes that he saw back then in Angband dungeons.

his body slowly calmed, a grin formed on his lips as he observed the beautiful female face. "we meet again, although this meeting is better than the last one", he said to her.

"hello little elf", her voice came like a whisper but deep, a little smirk appeared upon her lips making her sharp teeth appear, as she was still pinning him down. slowly she stood and helped him up. the fact that she calls him little elf yet he is taller than her is quite hilarious.

"I am quite relieved to know that you are alive and well, dear friend". he said to her, observing her figure. she looked well. the last time he saw her was before he was hanging in that cliff by Sauron.

"glad to see you alive as well, little elf". her eyes tracked every scar on his face then went to his right arm. his right hand was missing.

"well, almost". they were silent for a few seconds then both began laughing at eachother. "still the same you". "so what a powerful vampire like you doing in such a place, killing Orcs?".

"I was traveling, not really knowing where to go but it seems wherever I go there are Orcs everywhere. those ugly things keep spawning everywhere". a deep sigh left her mouth, she hated them a lot. "I found that they had a bounty for me, they want me". her eyes returned to look at Maedhros's face."Sauron wants me".

Maedhros felt his body shiver as she mentioned that name. that name gave him nightmares. "come with me, stay in my land, you have helped me before when we were trapped together in Angband". he stepped closer to her as he spoke.

she smiled and shook her head. "I'm a vampire, little elf. people don't trust me, people fear me. while it warms my cold heart that you care for me, I cannot accept your offer".

he sighed then smiled, he knows she is quite stubborn and won't accept easily. "then how about we camp together now since it's night and share our stories together?". "well, this seems a good idea, yes let us make a camp. the forest is safe since I got rid of the danger", she said. Maedhros laughed and nodded, "yes, you did well, although you seemed like just playing with them. come, I know a good spot to make our camp".

as Maedhros led her to that place, they spoke a few times before they arrived there.

[drinkpisser]

HOW IT CAME TO BE, CHAPTER 7 !! ☆

once again, it's been quite a while (＞Д＜),, so once again I am apologising for that D:🫶

this chapter is maybe a little smaller and less packed than I'd hoped for it to be BUT I kinda like how it turned out :D

so do enjoy if ur giving it a read and thank u if u do !!! <3

READ THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER HERE:

begin chapter 7 under the cut !!

CHAPTER 7: TELEVISION BODIES/BATTLES IN THE DARK

Lola had gotten so restless that they'd resorted to gnawing on the bars of their enclosure to fulfil their void of boredom. They don't speak much, Gerard had observed. They don't speak at all. Yet it seems as though he can completely understand what they're thinking simply by taking a glance at them. Sometimes entire sentences enter his mind without Lola even moving their lips- maybe it's just one of those things. A Lola Thing.

"Lola," Gee started, "If-"

Without warning, the door slammed open, itself in fear of the hierarchy of the ship, shoving poor Lola onto the cold, harsh floor.

"Hey!" Gerard yelled, "Watch out, you're gonna hurt 'em!".

Showing no remorse, the guard essentially drags Gee out by the hair, Lola struggles to follow along behind, tripping on their fuzzily grazed knees.

Gerard had allowed the guards to shove him around the hallways once again to familiarise himself, slowly recollecting fragments lost of his memory. As though he was unlocking the rest of a map in a video game, he'd soon come to realise that he was on the bottom deck of the mothership. If memory had served him right, a sinking intuition informs him that there are emergency "lifeboats" stocked up in a lower centre beneath the ship- emergency UFOs. If he and Lola could male it to the end of the corridor, they'd be all set for a vital escape plan.

Although hesitant, Lola turns to Gerard for closure. G, despite being shackled by the harsh eyes around him, points straight ahead.

They realise.

Lola waits for a moment, causing everyone to come to an ultimate standstill:

"I like talking with my mind. But what I like more is using it as a weapon."

Gerard, listening, stares in amazement.

Despite Lola barely moving a muscle, beams of light emerge from the swollen brains of the guards- before exploding, that is! Psychedelically tinted shades of blood splatter the walls, looking more like a child's playroom than a murder scene. Each day you learn something new in this world; for example, the giant teddy bear you watched quardrouple in size is also a fuzzy killing machine.

"Hm. Artsy." Gerard comments as he nods, folding his arms and taking a step back, smirking. This, of course, is to mask the utter horror he is once again experiencing. Act casual. It's not the only strange occurrence you've ever endured. Intuitively noticing the loot left behind from the guards, he takes a pistol and some ammo.

Unfortunately, any sort of self defense is bound to boomerang back when you're totally outnumbered- almost instantaneously, the emergency sirens screech "LOCKDOWN", and guards come rushing down both ends of the hall.

In a frenzy of adrenaline, Lola pulls G onto their back. If you thought "piggy-back ride", you'd be correct. Lola bolts it as fast as their legs can waddle them, Gerard peeking above their fluffy head and covering for them. What he had failed to realise, however, is that these guns do not shoot regular bullets- oh no, they shoot radioactive laser beams. Standard.

An enemy rapidly approaches. Gerard shoots. From the force of the ammunition, he falls over with a puny shriek. Standard.

Lola speeds back for him, dragging his shocked body across the slippery floors as he desperately shoots at the guards. Eventually, they just about make it into the centre holding the emergency UFOs. Without a moment's rest, they climb aboard the nearest mini-ship, pressing any buttons that screamed "departure" to their frantic eyes. Only, that caused a plethora of problems that could only be anticipated-

they drop.

Losing temporary control, the ship swerves and sways through the atmosphere, zipping across the galaxy into unknown territory. Gerard and Lola are slammed into every corner of the room as if they're in some crude, circular pinball machine. Owch. Just imagine the bruises from that.

Once Gerard manages to grab hold of the wheel, the UFO stabilises, allowing the duo to release a much needed sigh of relief; that is until the next problem of "how the fucking hell do we get back home" surfaces. But not yet, I'll give them a break.

Maybe.

Remember the crazed button-pressing from earlier? Well, Sat-Navs are all the rage in UFOs. To make matters even greater, they're only being taken to a completely inconspicuous planet.

"Do you know where this is taking us?" Lola communicates.

"Eh- uhh- it says we're on route to... I can't even pronounce that." Gerard struggles.

The two continue to speculate, searching around the interface of the ship. Where they will wind up could only be predicted by a psychic, it seemed. Only the future is able to show what's in store, and they just had to be buckled in tight for the long run.

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Meanwhile, back home, it appears all that anyone yearns to do is to put every upcoming event in place ahead of time- before it whisks them away into the unknown too.

Ray paces around his room in unease, every now and then brushing his foot against the various scrunched up tinfoil hats discarded on the carpet. Tapping his bitten fingernails against his overcrowded notebook, on the verge of eruption from everything shoved in it, you'd assume he'd adopted a maximalist taste from everything crammed into a single page. However, the glum truth was that he'd gotten so worked up by Gerard's second dissapearance in a row that he had now turned into a self-entitled detective. You'd think G had kicked it with the way he changed so suddenly. He'd be his most chirpy in his dreams, where everything was okay and nothing ever happened at summer camp. Where everyone got along. No aliens, no hurt, no absence- and certainly no manslaughter.

Something Ray would often reminisce about with a melancholic, yet teary smile was the time where he and Gerard went on a hike together, in which the golden hour shined, bouncing off of the mountain like a glass prism. It was silent, comfortably so. All they needed was the presence of eachother to conquer their small journey and tick it off of their scribbled bucketlist for the season.

"Yknow," Gerard says, "I used to get butterflies when I first spoke to ya'", he looks down, smiling into his hoodie. It's true! He thought Ray was the coolest ever! (And he's right).

Ray's eyes glisten in pleasant surprise.

"Really?" he responds, taken aback.

"Mhm- and after a while I noticed I wasn't trying to shoo 'em off anymore. Like I accepted something within me, dunno what." Gee confesses.

"Brains are just wierd like that I guess," Ray giggles, thinking nothing of it.

The two are drawn to the outstanding warmth of the sun, temporary blinding them to the point where anything indoors would look greenish (you know the feeling, surely). Ray sits down at a reasonably flat area of the hill's peak, slightly hunching over into a ball as the sun gradually simmers away. Gee sits by him, occasionally looking over at his fascinated face. Shuffling sideways, he rests his disheveled head of hair on his shoulder with a slight sense of nervousness at the idea Ray wouldn't like it. But it was okay.

They just sat together.

No absence. No hurt. No madness- only for a minute or two, but it had never felt more comforting.

If only a good memory could last a lifetime.

[layraket]

Day 25 – Surgery

Character(s): Hyrule and Wild (LU)

Words: 636

Summary: Hyrule was the medic of the group, or at least he usually was

Whump scale: 2 (see the full scale here)

Warnings: Injury and blood

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When there’s someone injured the first instinct that Hyrule follows is to aid them and heal their wounds.

When he gets injured, his first instinct to follow is to heal himself.

If his magic isn’t enough, the only thing left is to run. If he can’t, he tries to remember the prayers that he used to say to the goddesses.

An arrow on his abdomen, it wasn’t that bad, he could easily take it out and heal himself, but his magic was low and he didn’t wanted to risk it. Although, the blood coming out without stopping was making him afraid, this wasn’t his era, but if it were, he would prefer to not have any magic left before the resurrection of Ganon.

Another arrow hit his leg, stopping him from getting away to a safer place and making him hit the ground. It burns, these monsters seemed even more intelligent than they usually were, the arrow being made with iron instead of flint or stone.

The little magic left on his body couldn’t be enough to cast any spell, and if he tried his wounds would just get worse.

“Traveler’s down!” It was Wild, already running to his direction.

The champion was visceral in the battlefield, killing all monsters with whatever he had on his hands. It was useful right now, as he already broke his arsenal and only had the half of a broken claymore.

When the champion arrived, his wounds were already spreading, the effect of the iron on his half-fae body slowly worsening. “Oh, this is… We need to get it out, this might have poison.”

They didn’t know his heritage. He hasn’t told them yet.

Hyrule limited himself to explain it, instead he decided to direct Wild to what to do. “Take the arrows out first, then… Clean the wound and a potion should do the work.” Blood was still coming out, and the burning of the iron made thinking straight hard.

Wild did this, he got out the arrow on his leg with a fast tug and poured some red potion on the injury, making the hemorrhage stop there.

When it came to the arrow on his abdomen, things got complicated.

A crack was heard, and he gave himself the permission to panic.

“W-Wild?” He turned to see what was the champion doing, and he saw why the sound.

The arrow broke, apparently already fragile. Not only the wooden part was broken, parts of iron were also now separated from it. It had cracks on purpose, this was to hunt fae.

These arrows with enough strength from the prey the tip of the arrow will crack, leaving pieces and making it even more difficult to take completely out.

“Should I…?” The champion was holding the bottle with the red potion, waiting for instructions.

“Listen,” Hyrule gathered his courage, if these pieces weren’t taken out of his abdomen, the iron will get through his flesh and do serious damage inside “Take these pieces out as soon as you can, you-you cannot let them there. They will make it worse.”

Maybe Wild thought that this was about the poison, he wasn’t far from the truth.

Usually, Hyrule’s hands would be stable and could take every shard out without problem, but Wild’s, oh sweet Wild’s hands were shaky. It wasn’t his fault, he knew it, but it didn’t stop it from hurting the whole time.

Each shard was removed, leaving burned flesh and a pain that was only made less intense by the potion.

“Alright, let’s go” He was better, so he got up and went again to the battle. He was the medic, so now that he was fine he needs to be there if someone is hit.

If Wild watched him almost trip and holding his side, he didn’t comment nothing.

[kit-williams]

Mermay: Tyberos

Also consider this a call for Mermay tags? Unless the normal taglist is fine

@bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

@thevoidscreams @barn-anon @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

tw: blood, light body horror

Ophelia hardly came to the beach... she was content living so far inland... with her flowers and her bees... but she treated herself to a trip away. The early morning wind whipping her hair around even in it's bun. It was suppose to be a treat this year too... there was a shiver of mersharks passing by this year and Ophelia wanted to see them. She could hardly afford to go when the deep sea school of Night Lords came to the surface to sing as much as she wanted to hear them.

Ophelia slowly meandered her way down to the beach... but her eyes landed on all the gulls pecking at something large and grey... it had to be over 10 feet... from head to... tail! She rushed over scaring the gulls away as they had already ripped out pieces of meat from him... he had to be huge even for a mer... scars crisscrossed his entire body. His dorsal and caudal fins were rough and torn up. "Oh god... oh god... please don't be dead." Ophelia said running back to the cabin she was staying at and grabbing a bucket as well as her phone.

Mer's could stay out of the water for some time but the larger the mer the less likely he could support himself out of the water... though then again... there were stories about the heads of mer clans- Ophelia shook her head as she scooped up water not seeing the gathering dorsal fins and grey skinned heads poking out of the waves. It was early enough that maybe the sun wouldn't kill him yet? She noticed black markings along his back and tail... it almost looked like tattoos. His stark white hair was damp as she poured the water over his gills watching them suddenly flair and her joy turned to terror as mer's move so fast even on land.

Ophelia was screaming but she knew it was drowned out by the waves as the snarl from him was deep and gutteral as his black eyes darted around. Blood from face splattered onto her. All Ophelia could do was cover her face with her arms as she was being crushed by a mer shark. This is not how she was expecting to die... eaten by a mer.

Tyberos did his best to come down from his battle high as he looked at the human under him smeared with his blood as they were crying and begging. A clawed hand wrapped around one of the arms hiding her face and pulled back as he wanted to see it again. She trembled under him as her eyes were wet and wide as he huffed down at her just looking her over now that he had come down from his addrenaline high.

She was panting hard ... he looked over and saw the bucket nearby... he could hear the shiver calling to him from the waves. She remembered the warning to not make eye contact with mer's... there was something about their eyes... that... that were so beautifully black. Tyberos nuzzles his savior trilling and letting out a soft whisper, "Thank you little one... won't you come swimming?" He purrs as he smears some of his blood on her bottom lip. "Wont you make sure I can swim properly." Tyberos trills as he pulls himself off of her as he crawls to the shore.

Mers were horrifyingly fast and strong for aquatic creatures but Ophelia blinked as she was suddenly thigh deep in the water when whatever spell looking him in the eye did to her and as she turned his arms wrapped around her as they pulled her into the riptide. Ophelia feels bodies press against her even a few push their mouths against her own and push air into her mouth before they surface.

Well... she surfaces as they let her go and the shore is so far off... the ocean under her a dark blue... it's still early in the morning... she tries her best to not panic but she is not the strongest swimmer and when her chin dips below the water causing her to panic. Tyberos wraps his arms around her as his strong tail keeps him bobbing in the water. He's warm she realizes as she clings to him... eyes darting to the dozens of smaller shark mers as they get closer and a few wrap their mouth against her skin and Ophelia tries to keep calm.

She loudly whimpers causing Tyberos to chuckle as he lays on his back just keeping her on his stomach allowing his brothers to swim closer to look at his "savior" as she looks down into the water... eyes widening as she can see more mer's below the water. She swallows and lets Tyberos rub his hands on her face and eventually she feels the large form pull her into the water as once more she was shared air and kept warm by several bodies as Tyberos lazily swam back.

And Ophelia was back on the shore staring him deep in the eyes as his lip was bleeding but... it didn't matter as he kissed her hard. Pulling away with strands of saliva connecting them as he whispered, "Thank you." And was gone.

Ophelia thought that would be the end of it... and went back to her normal life... till months later she couldn't ignore the aches of her body... the doctors couldn't figure it out and in desperation she went back to the beach and went into the water. The cool waves rolling over her and as she felt relief... she could feel his body against her's... His hips meeting hers... and breathless as his mouth was against her's again.

Months go by and again and again the relief in her joints only comes from going into the water and every time it seems like he, Tyberos as she learns his name, is waiting for her.

Once more she lets them pull her into the riptide... but their rough skin seems to rip off her own skin as small gills are freed from the layers of skin they hide under...she can see how pretty the moon is from under the water... so clearly... and Ophelia remembers a story from her childhood... how the flesh of a mer is suppose to grant immortality at the cost of your humanity... and you have a realization that every time Tyberos had kissed you that his lip was always bleeding and his blood was sickly sweet....

Tyberos grins at the realization on her face as she tries to swim to the surface but she still has legs and Tyberos squeezes Ophelia until she is forced to "inhale" her first breath of water... her tiny gills fluttering as Tyberos rips away her clothes as the shiver swims around her some rubbing against her as she thrashes trying to get free but she tires herself out and the shiver swims off into the dark with a new member.

[absolutelynotsanebaby]

Here's another short one shot that's lived in my docs for a while. This ones based on some oc-lore regarding Cole's grandfather. He's not named here but the man in this is his grandfather, Yahir!

Warning for some animal death and blood ^^

Fic under cut!

Cole trudged through the snow. His feet were sinking into the snow, making it difficult to lift his leg to take another step. His footprints were deep, trailing behind him like a stone path. Wind lapped across his face, he thought he could feel his eyelashes going heavy with ice. 

He had his arms wrapped around him, hands tucked into his armpits. His suit was thick but not made for winter. His skin felt bitten raw, lips chapped and gray. He squinted, trying to see past the blaring white of the snow.

He came to this mountain searching for answers, for a missing elemental master, but all he could find was white and the cold. Cole shuddered, he’d never been scared of it before, but he was starting to worry the cold would kill him. 

Maybe being around Zane had dulled his fear to it, made him believe it wasn’t as deadly as it was. He felt so stupid for not even thinking of buying another coat before he started up the mountain.

“Come on Cole, you’re okay,” he mumbled, “you’re good, just gotta get out of the cold.”

He rubbed his hand across his face, whipping away the moisture accumulating from snow and wind. 

He slowed down, feet sinking a little further into the snow. 

“Where…is out of here, “ he whispered unsurely, looking around. He breathed, just a little heavier than usual. His breath was visible in front of him, disappearing into the air like a spirit. He squeezed himself.

He was about to force himself to lift his heavy legs when he heard a noise under the wind, from behind him. It was a sort of…tittering noise? He turned his head over his shoulder, trying to see through the storm.

…Something was standing there. It looked—brown? Sort of like a deer, having antlers and all. Yeah, Cole was pretty sure it was a deer.

“Well, hello,” he whispered. The deer took an oddly stumbly step forward, letting out another tittering noise. Cole’s breath stopped when he really saw it.

It was—it was horrifying. Its backside was all arched up, hind legs far too long for its body. Its jaw was gapping like it had been ripped open. Ice shards hung off its antlers. Cole’s eyes followed its horribly long neck to its face. Its eyes looked like glass, white and filmed over.

Then it let out a loud scream that sounded like a cross between a human gasp and a large cat’s yowl. Cole heaved a breath and stumbled back. He started running as it started to chase. Cole tried to go as fast as he could but his feet were dragging in the snow and he couldn’t seem to catch his breath.

His feet caught in the snow, making him stumble over his own legs and he flailed. He went down, tripping first face into the snow. 

“O–oh fuck,” he gasped hoarsly. He tried to push himself up but his legs were all tangled and caught. He clawed at the ground, throwing his head to look over his shoulders. He could barely see but it was coming and coming fast. 

Its jaw was flailing with it;s running and Cole’s lung seized. 

It was about to pounce when there was a soft sound of wood against wood and it fell back. It landed in the snow with a thud, body limp. Red started to bleed out from its neck, coloring the snow around it. If it hadn’t been so morbid, Cole almost could’ve said it was pretty.

“...Creepy,” he said.

Cole squinted and found there was an arrow in its neck. His eyes widened and he sat up, this time being able to pull himself up, panic no longer hindering his movements.

He looked around and then startled when he looked forward ahead of him and found a figure. The person was large, much, much bigger than Cole himself. Which was sort of impressive, Cole was rather big himself. Their figure was made of dark greenish–grays and it made them stand out against the white much like Cole himself. 

Then they started to advance and Cole flinched back.

“H–hey!—” they paid no mind to his stuttering and grabbed his arm in their large hand that could easily dwarf his own. They yanked him up and it sent him stumbling into their chest.

He looked up and found a man. The man was staring down at him with a neutrally assessing sort of face, eyebrows laid flat over his eyes and pulled together. He had dark skin, spotted and leathery with age in some places. His locs were pulled back in a large braid that hung over his shoulder.

Cole’s hands were placed on the man’s chest, he could feel how thick his robes were. Not to mention the large fur lined haori laying atop his already thick robes. First Master, Cole felt warm thinking about it. 

“Hi,” he said, a lame introduction but man, he still couldn’t breath. The man stared down at him, staring oddly intensely at his face. His expression went weird for a second before it smoothed out. 

“...Hello,” the man said. His voice was deep and gravelly, sounding like it came deep from his throat.

Cole blinked up at him. He stared mindlessly for another moment.

The man pushed him off and Cole stumbled back. 

“Woah,” he said, “hey don’t—don’t do that I just got back up.

“You shouldn’t have fallen in the first place,,” the man said—heh—coldly, giving him a very displeased look. Then he stared at Cole’s pathetic, shivering form before he sighed a bit. He shrugged off his haori and placed it on Cole’s shoulders. 

Cole made a questioning sound. He shuddered and slipped his arms through the sleeves, pulling it tight around him. It practically swam on him, drowning out his body. Cole tucked his face into the fur lining, sighing.

He looked up at the man.

“Thanks,” he said. The man didn’t answer. He only turned away and started drudging forward. 

Cole stood where he was blankly, staring at the man’s back. He tugged the coat tighter and tried to call out to him but his voice didn’t want to go louder than a whisper.

The man paused. He turned to look at Cole over his shoulders.

“Come,” he said, “unless you want to meet the wolves as well.”

“Oh—oh no,” he mumbled, “nope, nope.”

He started walking forward, finding his way besides the man.

“Where are we going,” he asked.

“Somewhere warm.”

“...okay.”

Cole’s footprints were just a little behind the man’s, from there on.

[1987vampire]

a hazy dream | Brian Thomas

Fandom: Creepypasta / Marble hornets Word Count: 2.5k Warnings: sleep sex, reader is trans!male but it's only mentioned like one time when Brian calls you pretty boy. Fem body parts. smut frfr. just sm sweet smut A/N: Set in the poly!proxies universe like always. I posted this on my AO3 a few days ago and forgot to put it on here, too. You have full permission to crucify me. Cashapp: $Orpheus89 if ur feelin a lil brazy Extra:

Brian was practically exhausted by the time he came home, boots just barely dragging against the floor as he climbed up the multiple flights of stairs, his normally silent walk just barely heard by the other residents. His regular yellow hoodie was stained brown in some spots, dried blood and mud caked on the fabric. The same could be said for his jeans, and unfortunately for his gun, too. The fuckers had put up more of a fight than expected.

It was mostly silent in their portion of the house, but still, he found himself doing check-ins on the others. Sally was curled up in her princess-themed bed, ratty doll pressed against her chest as she snored more like a grown man than a child. Toby had his laptop blaring some YouTube videos he didn’t recognize nor care to, but the boy was dead to the world as well despite how loud it was. Tim, surprisingly, was also with Toby, body half-curled around him from behind, face pressed into Toby’s band t-shirt and hand half-holding onto a crochet hook, the yarn trailing off to a mess on the floor, another blanket, maybe?

That only left one. Brian kicked open the final door, the shared bedroom between him and Tim, and there you were. He felt himself physically deflate at the sight of you. You were fast asleep in one of his shirts, a faded-out band tee from when he was in college, your fist wrapped around the fabric like you had been clutching it to your chest. Your legs were exposed, bottom half only covered by a pair of red lace panties, a pair Tim had bought for you, if he remembered correctly, and god, did you look good enough to eat right now, and eat he just might. You shifted in your sleep like you somehow realized he was there, a predator in the night, but prey just for you – just for the group y’all had made.

You pressed your face further into one of their pillows, hips shifting so even more of you was on display, the curve of your ass, the fat of your stomach, the moonlight shifting through the windows making you seem almost angelic, like you weren’t also a killer just like them. He took a step forward, ready for the kill, but then he paused again, a shuddering breath crawling out of his chest and escaping before he could catch it. Oh, how he loved you. Oh, how it was even easier to realize when you were soft like this, when you were out for the taking, unaware of the danger, unaware of the love he had for you.

He took another step, this time stopping to kick off his muddy boots, pushing them aside so he wouldn’t trip on them later. Then came his pants, his boxers sweaty but free from the debris of the day. His hoodie and shirt were off in one fluid motion once his holsters were unbuckled. At least he was smart enough to click on his safety before chucking his gun away.

You were still so oblivious, nose twitching but otherwise unaware. When he finally made it to the bed, it was almost like a reward, dirty, tainted hands pressing against soft skin, still clean, still pure. He let his hand crawl up the expanse of your leg, calloused palm against your ankle, up your calf, up your thigh, finding purchase on your hip. He sighed, leaning down, pressing his mouth to your ankle and following the same pattern with his mouth. You shifted at that, a soft grunt escaping you followed by a sigh and you pressed more into the bed and more into his hold at the same time.

He lifted again, hand still on your hip, and then the other gently pushed you until you were on your back. You shuffled and then stilled, and Brian’s heart was full, as full as it could be for such a man. He pressed his free hand to your cheek, caressing, a soft smile taking over his face as you nuzzled into his hold. “So, so pretty,” he whispered, following it with a press of his lips to your forehead.

You moved at that, as his hand on your hip began to stroke your thigh, and he pressed another kiss to your cheek this time. You let out a soft groan, blinking past bleary vision at the man above you. “Mmm, Brian?” Your voice was still thick with sleep, confusion laced on top of it.

“Hey, pretty boy,” Brian murmured, watching with fond eyes as you nuzzled into his hand again, hips shifting slightly as the stimulation began to hit you.

You reached a hand up, pawing at his bare back, not sure what you wanted but sure that you wanted the touch at least. “You’re back?”

“Yeah, I’m back.” He made a tutting noise as you tried to push yourself up, leading you so you were laid back down again. “Missed you.”

You were clearly still half out of it, blinking up at him slowly, brain not comprehending what was in front of you. “Missed you too, baby.” He smiled again, this time leaning down to press a kiss to your lips, one that you reciprocated as much as you could. He yawned after, mouth opening wide like a lion, sharp canines on display. You tugged at him then, hand on his back pulling him just the slightest bit forward. “C’mere. You need to sleep.”

“Maybe in a second,” he replied, thumbs dipping into the bottom of your panties. You could feel the fire inside you spark, a shiver running down your spine at the implication. “You okay with this,” he questioned as he moved a bit closer to the space you were already internally begging him to get to.

You let out an affirmation, following it with another yawn, letting yourself turn to putty in his hands. He continued to just let his hands run over you, silent devotion in the silence of the room. The rain was picking up. He turned to see the window just barely cracked, small dribbles of the rain trailing down the wall as it gathered on the sill and spilled over. It made everything seem even hazier, your head dazed from sleep and his touch, and you were in bliss. He was right behind you, letting his shoulders drop, Hoodie almost pushing to take over control as he relaxed, but he wanted this, wanted this moment with you, wanted to hear his name fall from your lips, his rough hands on soft skin, him and you fully. As much as he loved the other boys, and he loved sharing you and Tim, it was rare to have moments like these anymore.

You sighed, letting your eyes fall half-closed, his touch lulling you almost into sleep, even as it felt like your skin was lit with flames everywhere he touched. He abandoned your thighs in favor of pushing your shirt up, watching as the cold air sent your skin prickling with goosebumps. You shivered, and he couldn’t help the soft shush he let out in response. “You’ll be warmer, soon, don’t worry, baby,” he whispered. It felt impossible to be any louder at the moment, like it would ruin everything, break the spell that had settled over the room. “I just wanna see you.” Hands pressing against now exposed skin, his breathing growing heavier, the heat in both his boxers and your panties seemed almost unbearable, but he continued to ignore it, instead leaning down and capturing one of your nipples in his mouth, pride filling his chest at the way you keened, arching into his touch.

“Brian,” you whimpered.

“I know, baby, I know.” He settled on just letting your shirt rest pushed up to your collarbones instead of taking it all the way off, hands already moving to dip into your panties, pulling them down. You shuffled just enough to help him pull them all the way off. He tossed them without a care, glancing over as they landed on his discarded hoodie, bright red on muddied yellow. He moved, settling between your thighs instead, kneeling and ready to worship. Fingers pressed to where you so desperately needed him, almost immediately finding your clit, letting out a delighted sound at the feeling of how wet you already were. Fuck, you were practically coating your thighs with the slick substance. He settled a slow rhythm, circling the bud, so slow that it made you want to whine out again, not enough to push you to the edge, only enough to have you clenching around nothing, getting wetter and wetter with anticipation and need.

“Aren’t you just the prettiest little thing?” You hadn’t realized that Brian had leaned down until his face was almost against your heat, you could feel his breath fanning against your soaked skin, and you finally cried out, shifting your hips, inviting him closer. He chuckled and relented, leaning forward slowly, and before you could help yourself, you were practically screaming, fisting at the sheets as Brian ate you out like a man starved. Earlier hesitations were gone with a flick of his tongue and a suck of his lips. You wanted to sob at the immediate overstimulation, the teasing that switched in an instant.

No words fell from your lips, just a confusing stutter of syllables and cries, especially as he moved to stuff two fingers inside of you, your body giving no resistance from how slick you were. His mouth wrapped around your clit, and his fingers pumped in and out of you at a steady pace, and then suddenly, you were cumming, and you were cumming hard. One of your hands fisted into his hair, the other tight in the sheets, and you were seeing stars. The orgasm came in slow waves, each bit of it drawn out with a slow movement of his fingers inside of you, a slight curl to press against your sweet spot during the final moments. You let a tear slip at that finally, slumping back into the mattress.

Brian lifted himself back up, the stupidest grin on his face, proud. Then, his mouth was on yours again, back to the slow, passionate, needy taste all over again. He pressed forward, tongue and teeth added to the mix, and you were on cloud nine, half out of it as you pulled at him, gripping his arm with all the meager strength you could muster. “I’m going to fuck you now,” he murmured as he finally pushed down his boxers, erection springing free, red and leaking and aching. He felt like he might die if he wasn’t able to finally press into the wet heat you so lovingly offered. You groaned, low in the back of your throat, more pleading than you meant for it to be. You shifted your hips, inviting him closer; he was quick to take the offer. He ran the head of his cock over your entrance, collecting the slick, and then he was pushing in, and you were seeing stars again, both of you moaning as he pressed in until he was fully inside in one fluid motion. He panted above you, pulling out the slightest bit before rocking back in. Your lips were parted, eyes closed as you let yourself fully enjoy the feeling. You didn’t think you would ever get used to this.

His hands found your hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh. “I love you so much,” he whispered as he pulled out until he was almost gone and then pressed back in, slow and devotional. You tried to find a response, tried to force words past your hung open lips, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to, instead pressing a hand to his chest and tapping your fingers three times against him – just like Hoodie had done for you. I love you.

He sighed, setting a slow and steady rhythm, and he leaned down, pressing his mouth to anything he could reach, your chest, your shoulders, your arms, your cheek, until finally he pressed his mouth to yours again. You were holding him so tight, like you were afraid he would let go, that your hazy mind had been making this all up, like you weren’t sure someone like him could be so real. You wanted to cry again, and you did, a few tears slipping past as you tapped him three times again, pausing and doing it again and again, and the words were falling out of his mouth in tandem.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.”

He breathed you in, pressed his lips to your open throat, marking you with teeth and tongue. If he could, he would devour you whole, mark you until everyone that ever saw you knew who you belonged to. No, no belong wasn’t the correct word. You never belonged to them, you and he were parts of a whole, the five of you fit together like missing pieces, making something that seemed unreal at times. You had given yourself willingly, and so had they, fell from one day to the next, ready for anything with arms wide open as long as the others were right there. And they always were.

You finally spoke, the words cracked and pushed through a sob. “I’m gonna cum,” you cried out, hold finally tightening on him, like you were ripped from the fog you were in as you felt the cords of pleasure tightening until they were almost painful, desire wrapping you in its loving hold.

“Cum for me, baby,” he purred out. “Let me feel you.”

And you did, back arching and mouth parting as you practically screamed, fat tears rolling down your cheeks before you could even think to try and stop them. You moaned, sobbing right after as he pushed you through your orgasm, himself quick to follow as your walls fluttered around him. He groaned, rocking into you slowly, letting the both of you come down slowly, dragging out the ecstasy as long as he could. You whined, the sound taut in the back of your throat, and he shushed you, peppering your face with kisses, especially over the tears.

“You did so good,” he cooed, exhaustion finally settling into his bones. “So good, darlin’. Like you were made for me.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead then, sighing as he pulled out. You whined again at the loss, but he silenced it with a kiss to your lips before sitting back. “I’ll be right back. Let me go grab something to clean us up.”

Your hand shot forward, gripping his arm tighter than you had all night, eyes flying open. “Don’t leave me.”

“I won’t be gone for more than a second, baby.” Still, you whimpered, and he felt his heart drop. “Do you want to come with me, or do you want to just clean up in the morning.”

“Morning. In the morning.”

And how could he ever deny you when you begged like that. He sighed and nodded, letting you pull him down onto the bed with you, your body curling around him instantly. “You know I’m gross right now,” he mumbled half-heartedly, his eyes already drooping closed.

“Don’t care,” you grumbled back. “Love you.”

“I love you too, y/n. More than you’d ever know.”

[dandelionprints]

‘Dear Thomas…’

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Y/N

Summary: When a deal between Tommy Shelby and Oswald Mosley is made, Y/N and Tommy have to come up with a plan of their own to keep her safe whilst on her trip to Scotland. With no outside protection from the blinders allowed, what will the husband and wife do to give each other information in secret?

Warnings: mention of threats of SA/murder/violence, bad language. Reader discretion is advised, only read if you are comfortable with that kind of content.

Word Count: 4300

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this and coming up with the concept! I’m actually quite proud of myself for finally completing this, I really hope you enjoy reading it!

Dear Thomas,

How are you my love? I hope you’re well, I’m missing you dearly although I am delighted that you took Mr. Mosley up on his offer for me to come away to Scotland for a month with him and Lady Diana. It’s such a lovely treat to get to take a break from the fast pace of everyday life back home. It’s so peaceful and quiet with no one around for miles. I need to make sure I thank them at the end of the trip.

We should come here together one day. I think that it would be good for your sanity and wellbeing when things get too stressful. I know you refuse the help but I think it would do you the world of good.

Mr Mosley has been ever so kind and has offered only the best when it comes to the views, food and days out. Everything is perfect. I could see me losing myself here! Caught up in the scenic views and fresh air, how beautiful it is.

How is Arthur doing? I know it’s only been a week since I left but his troubles have been playing on my mind slightly, I just hope he has the patience to see them through.

I know he can do it, especially with the support he has from you and Ada. I do wish you could have joined me on this trip but I know that Arthur needs you more, his habits are getting far too out of hand now. He has the best brothers and sister in the world, he said so himself.

There’s a young stableboy here too, he reminds me a lot of John. Poor John. I’m sorry to bring him up but I like to think that he’s still around, showing himself through other people. I will make sure to have a drink for him tonight.

The stableboy is called George. He has a wicked sense of humour and a laugh that could kill you just from the sheer hilarity of the sound it makes.

Before you start getting worried, he’s eighteen, so way too young for me. Besides, if I’m correct in thinking this, I have a pretty incredible man waiting for me when I get home. (That’s you by the way).

I’m sorry if you find this letter is too long but I miss you and I hope you don’t mind that I’m prattling on, it’s almost like by writing you a letter I’m actually getting to talk to you as if you were sitting right next to me. You with your bottle of whiskey and newspaper, and me with my cup of tea and a book.

I had a memory of you this morning too, remember when we were young and you would deliver my parents the daily newspaper each day because you knew how much my father liked to keep up with what was going on in the world? You always were so sweet. It’s funny what you remember when you’re on your own and have time to think, isn’t it?

Part of me wishes we could go back in time, even just for a day, to chase through the streets of Birmingham barefoot and run riot without a care in the world.

I remember when we made a deal with Arthur to go skinny dipping in the river and see who could last in the freezing temperatures the longest. Just as he’d stripped right down to his underwear, the old lady who lived in the house nearby came out with her walking stick waving in the air which soon had us all scurrying away. We were all so frightened within an inch of our lives that Arthur didn’t even bother to grab the clothes he’d taken off.

As much as I’d love to carry on writing this letter, I know you’re probably busy either looking after Arthur or working so I’ll leave you to it. As for me, I’m the next person to be having their hair done for the charity ball tonight so I’d best be off.

I know it’s only been a week and I really am enjoying my time here, but the next three weeks seem so long to wait to see you. I wish it were only a matter of days.

Please say hello to Polly and Ada for me. I’d love for them to come here too one day if we ever take a trip. Okay, I’d really better start getting ready, you know how long it takes me. I’ve never been good at getting dressed up quickly.

I’ll send you another letter in a couple of days, darling. I hope to see you soon. I love you.

Yours, always, Y/N.

——

Tommy’s eyes lingered on the handwritten paper in his hands long after he’d finished reading it. A hint of sadness sitting in the pit of his stomach, his heart aching at the thought that she’d been holding the very pages that he held now only a matter of hours before.

Tommy hated making her go on a trip with the narcissistic, arrogant prick that was Sir Oswald Mosley for a whole month, though he was given no choice. He had to stay and she had to go, alone.

It was hard convincing her to go, she’d hated the fascist bastard from the moment she set eyes on him. His anti-semetic and racist views were enough to make her feel nauseous, his grimy hands landing on her hips when he insisted they danced the first time they met made her skin crawl.

Tommy had been forced to stay behind, Mosley telling him to give the excuse that he needed to be around for Arthur, which wasn’t entirely a lie, and that there were things he needed to do to help the cause back in London.

“If she doesn’t come along and you don’t stay put then I’ll make sure that all of your family are slaughtered, one by one. Just like little lambs”, Mosley had snickered, knowing that the threat would have hit a nerve.

“And why does my wife have to come along with you? Why can she not stay here with me?” Tommys mind was racing trying to think of any possible reasons before Mosley could muster up a shitty excuse.

“I fear she may become too much of a distraction for you, Mr. Shelby. I need you here in London, getting the biggest names in politics, the socialite world, maybe even Mr. Churchill while you’re at it, to join our cause. I could do it myself of course but I believe you have the right… tactics should I say, to get people on our side. Besides, it’ll be nice to get to know Mrs. Shelby better if we’re to be working alongside each other. I expect we’ll all be spending a lot of time together over the years and I have a feeling that she and Diana will hit it off extremely well. Diana is always looking for new friends.”

There was a glint in Mosley’s eyes that Tommy didn’t like, it was almost unsettling.

“So Mr. Shelby. Do you agree to this or shall I just have someone come and kill your entire family right now?” Mosley took a seat in Tommy’s desk chair, reclining his body back and placing both hands together across his chest.

Tommy thought for a moment, leaning against the wooden panelling on the wall, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it almost on autopilot. He inhaled deeply letting the smoke fill his lungs before slowly releasing it out into the room.

“If I can get the biggest names both in politics and the socialite world, do you agree to keep my wife safe through every endeavour we encounter on this business journey together Mr. Mosley? I’m aware that in business things can always turn sour, especially when politics are involved. I need to know that my wife will always be safe, untouched”, he looked him straight in the eye with every word said, the hue of his blue eyes deepening with the word ‘untouched’.

Of course there were other things he could ask for in return for doing the dirty work, but above all he needed her to be safe. Nothing else mattered if she wasn’t.

As if almost to tease Tommy, Mosley faked a grimace, comically stroking his chin as he pondered on the words just spoken.

“Hmm, I suppose that’s not too much to ask. Rest assured Mr. Shelby, as long as you can get me those names then your wife will be safe throughout our entire journey together”, he finally retorted, standing from the chair and making his way to where Tommy stood, their noses only inches away from one another, ”However, if you do not deliver what you have promised then I can assure you I’ll make sure that she suffers and it’ll be at my own hands. I have no doubt in my mind that I’ll take great pleasure in doing as I please before I finally sink the blade into her chest too”

Tommy felt his chest tighten with the rage that was now enveloping him, his fists began to clench at his sides and he had to take a moment to clear the red mist that was developing over his eyes.

Finally he coughed, clearing his throat, “we have a deal, Mr. Mosley”

“Ah good! Now, tell your wife that she is to be picked up tomorrow morning at eight A.M sharp. A car will arrive at your marital home and she shall be taken to Scotland where she will be greeted ever so delightfully by myself and Diana. We will ensure that she has a wonderful month with us”

A whole month. Just hearing it spoken out loud was enough to make Tommy shiver. The thought of her being practically alone without any of the blinders protection she was used to with a man who couldn’t keep his hands to himself. A man who would have his way with her as and when he pleased no matter who she was married to. It made him feel sick to his stomach.

“I shall see you when I return, Mr. Shelby, and I shall telephone you every week for updates. As for your wife, she may send you letters, all of which will be checked by one of my trusted members of staff before being sent to ensure neither one of you are plotting against me, but that is all. No telephone calls, no visitors from your ‘Peaky boys’ as I’ve heard them be referred to, only letters. Do I make myself clear?”

Tommy could only nod in response. Too afraid at what he might do if he did anything else.

“Good. Oh and by the way, you have two weeks to successfully secure at least three people into our organisation. If you take any longer than that, I’m afraid I shall become angry, and who knows what I’ll do in retaliation”, Mosley gave a sly smirk in Tommy’s direction, “good day, Mr. Shelby”.

Tommy watched as the pompous prick headed for the door, his hand quivering above the gun he had hidden in his pocket. He wanted nothing more than to shoot the bastard right there and then on the spot but what good would that do him?

“FUCK!” He shouted as he heard the footsteps of Mosley growing silent in the distance.

——

She’d pleaded with him that night to not make her go, her eyes visibly glassy and an expression on her face that was enough to make his heart sink. He cupped either side of her face with his hands, gently using his thumbs to stroke her cheeks.

“It’ll make a good impression”, he insisted, “please, love. I need you to go and get all the information you can, I need to know what his real plan is. I know he’s going to try and fuck me over at some point so the sooner I know what he’s up to the better”

His hands moved from her face as he wrapped his arms around her waist. She let her head fall on his chest where they stood, soft cries making her chest wrack up and down. Tommy hated that he had to put her through this especially with Mosley's reputation of not keeping his hands to himself, but he had no choice.

“Sh sh love, it’s okay”, he soothed, stroking the back of her head, her hair so soft and the scent of jasmine drifting towards him as he bent his head down to rest on hers.

“But it’s not, Tommy! You know what Mosley’s like, he’s a pig! He’ll try and fuck me the first chance he gets whether I like it or not and you know it! I’ve seen what he does to other women, seen the way he looks at me, it’s disgusting!” She pushed back from him then, her hands falling to her side with a huff of desperation.

He knew she was right. Fuck, he hated that she was right. What he hated even more was that he couldn’t be there to stop it, to keep that creep as far away from her as possible. Back in Birmingham with the protection of the blinders would be more to his liking.

Tommy took a step towards her, closing the gap between them and brought a finger to her chin, lifting it slightly so that his striking blue eyes met hers, the tears still ever present.

“Y/N, I know this situation isn’t ideal in any fucking possible way, I know that, okay? But I really need you to go, if you don’t then he’s going to go on a killing rampage, all of my family will be dead by the end of tomorrow. Polly, Arthur, Ada, Finn… you”, he paused as he felt a lump form in his throat, trying to hold back the tears he knew were willing to flow.

This time it was her turn to bring her hands up to either side of his face, ready to brush away any tears that might fall. She sighed heavily with the weight of the situation weighing on her chest, why the fuck did she have to go on her own?

“Why can’t you come with me? Why have you got to stay here?”

“You mustn’t tell him I’ve told you this, he’ll retaliate if he knows that I have. He’ll tell you that I’m to get people onboard for our cause, which is true. Another reason I was to use for me not coming is that I need to be here for Arthur. What Mosley won’t tell you is that if you don’t go with him to Scotland, on your own, that he’ll kill the whole family. He made sure to mention that he’d do as he pleased with you too if I didn’t get him at least three major politicians or socialites onboard within two weeks, before taking a blade and killing you himself. I have to get those names, Y/N. If I don’t, I’ll lose you and I can’t let that happen.”

A single tear fell from his eyes then, a sight that was rare when it came to Tommy Shelby.

“Okay, Tom. I’ll go”, she paused briefly, the sadness in his eyes was almost too overwhelming, “I’ll go, but if he lays a single finger on me I won’t hold back, he’ll get every single scratch, kick and punch he deserves”

Tommy chuckled then. That’s my girl, he thought. His hands found themselves on top of Y/N’s as he gently removed them from his face and onto his chest.

“I don’t want you to do anything less, you do what you need to do to stay safe. I’m going to give you a pistol to hide in your undergarments, he touches you and you don’t hesitate to blow his fuckin’ brains out, alright?”

She nodded in agreement, the use of a weapon was something that she was more than accustomed to. Tommy had taught her how to fire her first shot at the age of 8. The pistol his father kept in his dresser along with a few pellets. The weight of the cool metal felt right in her hand even back then which she knew it probably shouldn’t. Maybe she was always destined for this life alongside Tommy Shelby?

“Good, there’s also the issue about contact. He said you’re not to telephone me and no visitors are allowed, only letters which will be checked by his members of staff before they’re sent. We’ve got to find a way to get messages across to each other without anyone noticing”, he took a small step back, lowering his hands down to reach into his pocket and find the carton of cigarettes inside.

He took two out, lit one and handed it to Y/N who was clearly deep in thought as she nearly didn’t notice his outstretched hand and it’s contents. She paced towards the window, cigarette now in her mouth and eyebrows furrowed. It was only when she saw the moon outside the window that it hit her.

“Wait! We’re fucking idiots, this should have been the first thought that came into our heads!” She exclaimed, sounding equally excited and frustrated at their lack of being able to remember the obvious.

“What? What should we have thought of?”, Tommy had moved to sit on the edge of the bed, knees slightly spread apart so that his elbows could rest on either one of them.

“Remember how when we were teenagers and I got sent away that summer cos mum and dad found out we’d slept together?”, she began.

Tommy let out a snicker of laughter that made him exhale sharply out of his nose, a grin appearing on his face, “yeah I remember, I don’t think either of our parents were too pleased with us”

She giggled at the memory, if only their parents had seen that it wasn’t just puppy love that brought the two together.

“Well”, she continued, “We both made the agreement to write each other letters every night when the moon came out with hidden messages inside cos we knew they’d check them, didn’t we? So, why don’t we do that this time too?!”

The grin that spread across her face was enough to make his stomach flip, he loved seeing her look so happy and excited, she was beautiful at all times to Tommy Shelby but something about that smile did things to him.

“You know, I think you may be the true brains in the Shelby family. You’re fucking brilliant”, the smile that was forming on his own face made his eyes crinkle slightly in the corners, his cheekbones showing their true definition.

Y/N made her way over to Tommy and gently straddled his lap, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

“Brains and the beauty you mean?” She joked, taking the cigarette from his fingers and taking a pull, her own cigarette now burnt out.

“Exactly that, Mrs. Shelby”

He took the cigarette back from her, finishing off the last of the tobacco filled contents before stubbing it out in the ashtray next to him.

“There’s one thing I want you to do differently this time though”, he said, a slightly more serious look on his face now.

“Oh? What’s that?”

“I want you to start off the letter with, “Dear Thomas”, if you’re in danger. Only use Tommy if it’s just a normal letter telling me about your time there or if there’s information you think I should know about. I need to make sure you’re safe at all times. The letters you send will arrive to me quickly. Mosley’s got his own messenger boy who will make sure any letters get to the recipient within a few hours. If you’re in danger I’ll be able to create a plan and get to you as quickly as possible. Deal?”

Her face now mimicked the serious look on his as she grasped the gravity of the situation that she was about to go into all over again.

A trip to Scotland with a fascist and his mistress probably wouldn’t sound too awful to anyone with the same mindset as them, but both Y/N and Tommy knew just the kind of things that Sir Oswald Mosley was capable of. They couldn’t take the chances of underestimating him.

“Deal”, she said, nodding her head in agreement.

The air felt heavy around them as they both wrapped their arms around each other, Tommys fingers gripping that extra bit tighter to her frame, too afraid to let go.

——

He’d almost forgotten about their plan when he received the letter, the excitement of seeing words written by the love of his life overwhelming the importance of the contents of it. Snapping himself out of his mindless trance upon finishing the letter, that’s when he noticed it.

‘Dear Thomas…’

“Shit”

Panic set in as he raced his eyes across her words once more, not really taking anything in due to the lack of calm that was now engulfing him.

“Fuck, what’s she fucking hidden in here?!” He said aloud to himself, a hand frantically brushing his hair backwards.

Whiskey. He needed whiskey. That was always something that he believed helped to calm the nerves.

Grabbing the bottle from his desk he quickly poured the amber liquid into the glass next to it, spilling some onto the wooden surface as he did so.

He threw it back just as quickly as he’d poured it and took a deep breath in, exhaling slowly. A lit cigarette now took the place of the whiskey glass in his hand and he made sure to have a long pull on it before focusing his eyes back onto the pages again.

‘Look for the hidden words, look for the fucking hidden words’

‘Dear Thomas…’

His fingers gently swept across the pages trying to make it easier for his eyes to notice any changes in her writing.

“There!” He shouted out loud to no one but himself.

How could he have been so stupid to not notice it before? She’d done exactly what she’d said she’d do, just like she had all those years ago. The hidden words were ever so slightly slanted, only enough for the person reading it to notice if they knew what they were looking for.

Opening the drawer in his desk he pulled out an old notebook and pen and began writing down each tilted word.

‘I need your help. Mosley is losing his patience, he has said he will kill me if you don’t deliver on your part of the deal within the next three days. Please come quickly.

Yours, always, Y/N’

That fucking traitor. He knew that he should have known better than to take Mosley’s word on giving him two weeks to get the names he wanted. The bastard had only been gone for one week and was already tired of keeping up his end of the bargain.

There was no way in fucking hell he was going to let that monster touch his wife, his innocent fucking wife. He knew in his mind ever since the agreement was made that if Mosley so much as grazed her delicate skin with his sinful hands that he’d make sure to cut the weasels fingers off one by one.

He shot up from his chair and ran toward his office door not wanting to waste another second just sitting there, grabbing his coat and peaked cap along the way.

“Frances! I’m going to Scotland for a few days, tell Ada she needs to look after Arthur on her own, she can bring him here if it’s better suited”

The maid stood stuck to the spot as Tommy rushed past her, barely making eye contact on his way across the tiled flooring.

“Yes Mr. Shelby”

He wasted no time in getting into his car, fumbling with his keys as he tried to get them into the ignition. The engine started up and his foot was down on the accelerator faster than a racehorse on a track, causing the car to go speeding off down the long driveway out of Arrow House. His heart pounding with every metre of ground covered.

The phone in Tommy’s office began to ring, each chime of the bell reverberating around the room. Frances made her way through the already open door that Tommy had failed to close on his way out and over to his desk, taking the phone off the receiver and placing it to her ear.

“Arrow House”, she stated.

Had Tommy only waited a few minutes more, he might’ve been the one to answer and hear the words that would change everything.

“Hello, this is Sir Oswald Mosley. I regret to inform you that I have something unfortunate to tell you about Mr. Shelby’s wife…”

——

Thank you for reading, I hope you liked the element of a hidden message within the letter! It was something that I was so excited to include in this fic and the basis of the whole story idea, it was so much fun trying to find ways to include all of the words I needed to!

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[lunathegalacticwolf]

While I was in the shower, I randomly thought of an AU where Miss Sasha, Miss Grace, Miss Emily, and Mister Demi kill students for failing instead of Miss Circle, Miss Bloomie, and Miss Thavel. (And ∆lice isn't evil either)

It might sound just like role-swapping (and it kind of is), but hear me out.

Warning: MAJOR angst, murder, blood mentions, cringe

Mister Demi is a music teacher. He's teaching his students how to play a piano and Kevin (I headcanon that while he's very smart, he sucks at music) plays a wrong note. Mister Demi would get irritated and give him two more chances (he's a bit more lenient than le trio), so three chances in total. If Kevin makes the same mistake two more times, he has to run because Mister Demi will chase him down. (Omg, I imagine Mister Demi chasing Kevin with a fucking clarinet and now I'm sobbing)

As for Miss Grace, she's the principal, so she DESPISES rulebreaking. Unlike Mister Demi, she is NOT lenient at all. When she sees Kevin running, she will tear up whatever paperwork she was holding and she'd join the chase because it's kind of common sense that in 99% of schools, running is against the rules. I imagine she'd be faster than Mister Demi, so Kevin would have to run faster. When Miss Grace finds out that Oliver, Zip, and Edward were bullying Claire, they'd also have to run. Unfortunately for Kevin, Oliver and his friends aren't as fast as he is, so they use him as a decoy and Miss Grace ends up hurting Kevin badly. He barely escapes with his life.

Miss Emily is a history teacher, so she gives out history tests (obviously). Kevin is under a lot of stress due to being chased by Mister Demi and Miss Grace, so he ends up panicking and just choosing whatever answers come to mind. Because of that, he gets almost half of the questions wrong and gets a C instead of his usual A. Miss Emily, surprised and irritated, gives him an extra credit question, but it's REALLY difficult. Kevin has no memory of even learning about it, so he obviously gets it wrong. Miss Emily, enraged, chases him down.

Miss Sasha is an art/kindergarten teacher. Kevin, getting fatigued, hides in Miss Sasha's classroom for a bit to catch his breath. Zip, Edward, and Oliver had already beaten him to it, but they allowed him to hide with them. Out of nowhere, Chip finds them and he clings onto Zip, crying. Zip tries to comfort him and asks him what's going on. Chip tells her that because he messed up when writing (he's practically a baby, okay, he can't write properly yet), Miss Sasha tried to kill him. Zip, enraged, handed Chip to Kevin and told him to watch him. Zip came out of the hiding spot and yelled at Miss Sasha. Miss Sasha didn't tolerate that kind of disrespect, so she killed her. The sound of Chip screaming about Zip rang in her ears and she found the group. Oliver, Edward, and Kevin, who was holding Chip, had to run again. Unfortunately for Edward, his tail got caught on something and Miss Sasha caught up to him, killing him.

She began to chase them down, along with Miss Grace, Miss Emily, and Mister Demi. Kevin was frantically trying to comfort Chip and Oliver was absolutely panicking after seeing his best friends get killed. They dash into ∆lice's room and slam the door behind them. Oliver explained to her what had happened and ∆lice, feeling sympathetic, decided to help. She came out of her room, enraged, and she began to chase down the teachers.

Although Miss Grace was the fastest of the four, she tripped and before she could get up, ∆lice sliced her body apart. Miss Sasha and Mister Demi barely escaped with their lives, but Miss Sasha had severe injuries that she succumbed to days later and when that happened, Mister Demi, unable to live with the guilt of everything (he genuinely regretted it), hung himself in his classroom. Miss Emily was the only one of the four who lived with severe scarring, but was never able to forgive herself. Miss Circle, Miss Thavel, and Miss Bloomie came out of their classrooms and they were horrified and disturbed to see what had happened.

While Oliver, Kevin, and Chip didn't get killed, Zip and Edward did and there was no way to bring them back. Chip was depressed over his sister's death and he wouldn't eat, sleep, or leave his room. He'd be surviving on nothing but water for a few days until eventually, he'd starve to death. Oliver would vent to ∆lice that he wished he could have done something and she would act as his personal therapist, but Oliver would never be the same again.

The AU ends with Kevin staring at himself in the boy's bathroom. He had lots of mental health issues at that time and by then, he couldn't take it anymore, so it ends with him laying completely lifeless on the floor, clutching a knife in his hand in a pool of blood.

So yes, of this AU, Kevin is the main character and the reason I killed off Zip and Edward before they spoke to ∆lice is because it's been canonically confirmed that so far, Kevin and Oliver are the only two who aren't scared of her. There's not really much more to it, but I think it's a fun concept.

[fandom-junk-drawer]

The Witcher Headcanon - Invisible Danger

Traveling the Path can get boring sometimes. There's only so many times you can admire the scenery before it starts to get old, or so many times you can mentally go over your plans, and you eventually run out of things to talk about with your horse.

Playing I Spy gets old when your horse keeps getting it right on the first guess, and Never Have I Ever is no fun because your horse and your bard already know everything about you.

Two Truths and A Lie is challenging, for Geralt at least, because Jaskier is 1) surprisingly of noble blood, incredibly well educated, and is part of a mysterious world Geralt doesn't understand, and 2) is incredibly adventurous when it comes to sexy time, and has done so much kinky sh*t, and been involved in so much resulting drama, it's almost impossible to pick out the lie.

Banging your wife isn't very much fun when your bard keeps b*tching and threatening to join you if you don't stop being so f***ing loud about it while he's trying to sleep. The little impromptu songs he makes up on the spot are annoying and completely ruin the mood.

Pranks are all fun and games until someone (Jaskier) takes things a little too far and then Geralt has to either keep himself or Yennefer from killing him.

There's only so many times you can sing "Oh, Valley of PEEnis!" before Geralt's eye starts twitching.

All the various little games and amusements that you make up can only be played so many times before someone gets huffy and doesn't want to play anymore, and then it gets really boring because someone says something to someone else and then no one is speaking to anyone.

It was turning out to be one of Those Trips, where all the usual forms of amusement had gotten really old, really fast, and Geralt was starting to wonder if perhaps it wouldn't be a monster that would end his existence, but plain boredom.

But then Yennefer came to the rescue.

They were taking a break under the trees, snacking on bread and cheese, and dried meat. It had been quiet for the last few miles or so, Jaskier too busy working out a tune on his lute to engage in conversation.

Geralt had seen Yennefer glance quickly at Jaskier, then look down at her dried meat. Jaskier was leaning against the trunk of a tree, eating his lunch while trying to scribble down the rough idea for his next song.

A brief smile had skated across Yennefer's face and Geralt knew something was up. Yennefer had suddenly let out a surprised gasp and jumped up, then yelped and ducked. Jaskier had immediately dropped his things and started looking around wildly for what had startled Yennefer.

Geralt had watched, confused, then amused, as Yennefer started running back and forth, randomly curisng, while Jaskier just followed her around, hunched over and clinging to the back of her dress, looking around wildly.

Yennefer had yelled random expetives, and ignored all of Jaskier's panicked questions.

Yennefer: *screaming, flailing, running*

Jaskier *panicking*: *shriek* What! What is-?!

Yennefer: *shrieks and dodges*

Jaskier: *shrieks, hunched down, stumbling after her*

Yennefer: Oh gods, what is that!

Jaskier: What! What!

Both: *screaming and ducking while running around the campsite*

It continued on for a few moments more before whatever it was that had spooked Yennefer had gone. When questioned about what it had been, Yennefer had vaguely answered that it must have been a bird or a bat. Or something.

Jaskier had been amusingly jumpy for the next few hours, and Geralt and Yennefer had giggled quietly to themselves. Thus the game of Spook the Bard was born.

Whenever things started to get dull, Yennefer or Geralt would play their private little game. Geralt found that it was more difficult to play when it was just himself and Jaskier. He had to make his reaction to the invisible danger seem real.

Geralt found that growling, "F**k!" and standing up, or getting off Roach with his sword drawn was enough to spook Jaskier. From there it was all a matter of keeping him panicking by bombarding him with frantic instructions.

The bard had immedately started flapping around, cluthcing his lute and looking for a place to hide when Geralt had, out of the blue, swerved Roach towards the trees.

Geralt: Get to the trees!

Jaskier: *panicked bard noises*

Geralt: Go! Go! Go! Watch out for that rock! No, not that way! Wait, stop! No, keep going! Hurry, it's circling around in front of us! Hide behind that bush! No, climb up that tree instead! No, not that one! F**k it's getting closer! On second thought, get up in that tree! No! Yeah! F**k, get in that thicket! No, wait! It might be hiding in there!

Jaskier: *gibbering, wild-eyed, falling over his own feet*

Geralt: *holding the back of Jaskier's jacket and violently dragging him around*

Jaskier: *just gives up and passes out*

Geralt had laughed until his stomach ached, managing to get himself under control before Jaskier started to come around. After that, Geralt enjoyed a few hours of amusement as Jaskier jumped at every sound and shadow, even shrieking when a squirrel had darted across the road.

The game wasn't limited to when they were traveling. Yennefer and Geralt would play even when they were staying Yennefer's house, an inn, or at Kaer Morhen.

Geralt and Yennefer decided to play Spook the Bard one winter. They had been down in the Great Hall, and things had gotten a little dull.

No one wanted to play The Floor Is Lava, Lambert was p*ssed because he lost The Game, no one wanted to play Spoons after Jaskier started fake crying when Coen tried to take his spoon, and Bard Keep Away ended up on the Banned Games List after Geralt took it a little too personal and started a fight with Lambert.

Geralt saw Jaskier sitting next to Yennefer by the fire, eating out of pure boredom, just minding his own d*mn business. He saw Yennefer casually set her tankard of ale down. Geralt said not a word, just braced himself.

Yennefer shifted with a squeak and jumped to her feet, wildly brushing at her clothes.

Jaskier threw his plate as he started flailing around and gibbering, trying to get up and get away from whatever it was that was on Yen.

Yennefer was chaotically scurrying back and forth and swatting the air as if trying to keep something from landing on her. Jaskier was looking around wildly and trying to avoid it as well. He grabbed the back of Yennefer's cloak and tried to stay close to her.

Jaskier: What! What the h*ll is it!"

Yennefer: *panicked scream and vague pointing*

Jaskier: *screeching* "What is it, Yen!"

Yennefer: "Oh my gods, there it is!"

Jaskier: *terrified shriek*

They were both screaming and jumping, ducking and zig zagging around.

Yennefer jumped up on the nearest table, and Jaskier was clambering up right behind her. Seconds later, he was yeeting himself off the table, following Yennefer as she scrambled down in a rush of panicked screaming.

Geralt decided to get in on it, and ran over and started randomly stomping on the ground around them and grabbing Yennefer and Jaskier and swinging them in random directions.

The other Wolves had no clue what was going on and added to the chaos by rushing over to try to see what it was that was attacking Yennefer and Jaskier. Geralt kept them whipped up by yelling random location words at them.

It ended when Yennefer, trying to give the game a grand finale, shouted and pointed at Jaskier, "It's in your hair!"

She hadn't counted on Eskel, poor cinnamon roll Eskel, reacting by reflexively b*tch slapping the back of Jaskier's head.

Everything stopped as the sound of the slap echoed through the hall, and Jaskier slowly folded up on the floor. Oh, f**k, he'd accidentally factory reset the bard.

Geralt pretended to pick something up and toss it out the window while Jaskier rebooted.

He told his brothers that it had just been a really big cockroach. Sorry for all the screaming. It looked bigger than it was, especially with the way it had been scurrying around. You know how it is.

Yennefer had agreed. Yeah, sorry, it looked super gigantic crawling up on my dress, and especially when it started flying around.

Jaskier, mildly concussed and woozy, had thanked Eskel for getting the bug off him, and let Yennefer and Geralt lead him to his room for a lie down.

Yennefer and Geralt decided to lay off playing Spook the Bard for awhile.

[five-oh-thirst]

Safe and Sound

Prompt Day 22: Too freaked out to sleep or stay alone

Pairing: Wolffe/Comet

Tags & Warnings: hurt/comfort, nightmares

Note: Wolffe is an old softie under all that commander. You can't change my mind.

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Comet ran down the ship's hallways as fast as he could. Sweat dripped from his face, and his damp curls swung about violently. He kept running, unsure of what was chasing him, but determined to get away from it at all cost. He took in large, heaving breaths to fill his lungs, and in his haste, he tripped over his own two feet but quickly caught himself.

He didn't know where he was going, only that it had to be away. Away from the thing that was chasing him–a shadow, a darkness, the vivid lights, and the screaming. There was so much screaming. He could still hear it, and he could still see the immense red, blue, and green colors dancing in front of him when he closed his eyes. He wasn't safe. None of them were. Why wasn't anyone else running?

When Comet came around the next bend, he crashed into a full set of armor, but instead of falling backward, two arms caught him and kept him upright. Comet panicked in his haze. "Let me go!" He wiggled in the other man's grasp, trying desperately to escape.

"Easy," Wolffe said, trying to hold him still but he struggled. "Calm down. It's just me."

Comet fought the strong hands that held him down because he needed to get away and get to safety. The darkness–the shadow–it was after him. It was after all of them. He had to warn them. He had to warn his brothers. He had to worn Wolffe. If he didn't, the darkness was going to swallow them all without warning and without mercy.

"You have to let me go!" Comet yelled, now kicking at his captor. "I have to tell Wolffe!"

"I am Wolffe," Wolffe said.

"No!" Comet yelled. "Let me go!"

Wolffe huffed and readjusted his hands so he was holding Comet's face in front of his. "Kriffin' hells, it's me!"

Comet panted and looked at the face of his captor–he knew that scar well. "Wolffe?"

"Yeah, it's me," Wolffe said, finally loosening his grip.

"Thank the stars," Comet said. "We have to go. It's coming!"

Wolffe knit his brow and looked past Comet but saw nothing but an empty hallway. "What's coming?"

Comet swallowed hard. "The darkness."

Wolffe sighed sympathetically. "You had a nightmare again, didn't you?"

"No, I–" Comet's eyes darted around. "It was real. I'm telling you, Wolffe, it was real!"

"Okay, okay," Wolffe said, trying to deescalate. "I believe you."

"It's gonna kill us all!" Comet shouted.

Wolffe was at a bit of a loss. This wasn't the first time Comet had run around the ship screaming and creating a panic, but it was always the same nightmare–a darkness, or a shadow, a bunch of lights, and a whole lot of screaming. He'd heard it all before. Multiple times now, and each time, Comet was adamant that it was real and they were all in danger, but nothing ever happened.

"Why don't I walk you back to the barracks–"

"No!" Comet interrupted. "It'll find me there."

"Okay..." Wolffe said. That response was new, but he wasn't going to get anywhere by arguing. "Do you want to stay with me?"

Comet looked at Wolffe with hope-filled eyes. "Can I? Really?"

Wolffe shrugged. At this point, it wouldn't hurt. "Sure. It can't get you if I'm there, right?"

Comet breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed a little. Wolffe was right. There was something calming, almost soothing about Wolffe that made Comet feel incredibly safe. There was nothing in the universe that could touch him as long as Wolffe held him in his arms. The darkness could try, but nothing could take down Commander Wolffe. "Yeah," he said.

Wolffe smiled softly at his small victory, which meant they'd both get some sleep that night, and he led Comet through the halls back to his quarters. Comet clung to him the whole way, but Wolffe didn't particularly mind. He'd gone a bit soft for the trooper if he had to admit it, and this was a decent opportunity to explore those feelings a little.

Once they made it to Wolffe's quarters, he punched in his security code, and the door slid open to reveal a plain looking room with a bunk, a desk, and an ajoining refresher. Wolffe made quick work of removing his armor, stacking the pieces neatly on the desk, and since Comet was already in his blacks, getting into bed was quick.

Wolffe laid on his side, and Comet snuggled up against his chest, content at being held in his strong arms. The darkness might try to come back and get him, but this time, it would be met by Commander Wolffe and his balsters. Nothing could get him now. They were safe. He was safe. Everyone was safe.

Cozytober Masterlist

[lukecastellanshandholder]

Ok so, apparently the UK cover for The Chalice of the Gods came out and my brain is thinking a mile a minute!

So here's the cover:

It's absolutely beautiful! But, do you notice anything specific? Notice what Percy is holding? That's Hermes' caduceus (at least it looks a lot like it to me).

Given that little tid bit, my brain is absolutely racing with ideas of what could (but more than likely won't) happen in the book! But here's the main one that I would love to see:

Hermes gives Percy, Annabeth and Grover a quest to find his caduceus that he lost (or maybe someone stole it, because that would be a cool call back to TLT) along with whatever other quests the other gods give them. They agree.

The other two quests have their challenges but overall they aren't too bad, so the trio gets by pretty much unscathed. Then they get to their final quest and things take a turn for the worse. They reach where the caduceus is, managing to get a hold of it before a horde of big, tough to kill monsters show up. Most were monsters that Percy and Annabeth had fought before, especially after their trip to Tartarus, but there were just so many of them all charging them at the same time.

They manage to fight off most of them, they were almost done.

It all happens so fast. Percy is fighting off a rather vicious empousai when he hears Annabeth's scream. He looks over to her quickly, giving the monster a chance to strike. The empousai scratches his face badly, a ragged cut along the right side of his face. Percy grimaces at the pain but makes quick work of slashing the monster to dust so that he could run to Annabeth's side.

When he looks at her, the first thing that he notices is blood, too much of it. Her orange camp Tshirt becoming soaked with blood from what looked like a bad scratch from a monster. It ran from her shoulder and all the way down her left arm. Percy would quickly reach into his backpack to grab the nectar and ambrosia that was in his emergency pack, pouring some of the nectar onto her wounds as best he could to hopefully help heal them faster.

Ultimately, they make it out and manage to get back to camp without further incident.

The Apollo cabin is able to heal most of Annabeth's injuries completely, but her arm sustained just too much injury. They aren't able to fully heal all of the damage done to the nerves in her arm, meaning that the function in her left arm will never be the same. Annabeth took the news in stride, but it made Percy furious at the monsters, the gods, at himself for not doing more to make sure nothing happened to her.

Percy was completely fine aside from the cut on his cheek. It was too deep to disappear without leaving any kind of mark, Will had told him that he was sorry and that he had done everything he possibly could to completely heal it but there was still a scar left. Percy didn't understand why Will looked at Percy with so much guilt when he said that. It was just a scar, that was the least of his problems at the moment.

After Percy is released from the infirmary he still has to go to Olympus to deliver all of the items that they had been sent to retrieve, back to the gods. When he returns their items, there is no offer of any reward like the last couple of times he had done their bidding, just a pat on the back and the stupid recommendation letters. They had risked their lives again, and got nothing. No offer to help Annabeth with her arm, no offer of anything.

Percy tries to hold back his anger as he hands Zeus the two other items that they had retrieved before going over to Hermes to give him back his caduceus. However, Percy is a bit taken aback by the look in Hermes' eyes when he looks at Percy. The gods eyes focus directly on the right side of Percy's face, his eyes wide. Percy couldn't help but notice the way the wings on the gods shoes seem to twitch and flutter almost nervously. What was wrong with him? He looked as if he had just seen a ghost.

When Percy hands Hermes his caduceus Hermes avoids any eye contact, only giving Percy a very curt 'thanks' before disappearing in thin air.

It wasn't until Percy got back to camp and looked in the mirror in his bathroom that he realized why Hermes and Will were acting weird.

Percy felt his blood run cold as he took a good like at himself. The scar looked like a jagged knife slash, it ran from the bottom of his right eye all the way down to his jaw. It looked... It looked like...

Percy immediately ran over to to salt water fountain in his room, dunking his face in the water. Hoping that the salt water would heal it more, but looking back at his reflection in the water, it hadn't helped. It was still the same.

His breathing would become erratic, images running through his head of a charming young man with a scar running down the side of his face teaching him how to fight with a sword. That same person later sicking a pit scorpion on him as he tried to tell Percy how demigods like them were nothing but pawns for the gods to use. That things would never change unless they fought against the gods.

Percy would dunk his head back into the water, hoping that it would help calm him down. He would stay there for a few minutes before pulling his head back out, his eyes closed. He just needed rest, there was no way that he looked anything like-

When Percy opens his eyes and looks into the water, who he sees in the reflection isn't him. It's a young man with dark blonde hair, a scar running down his right cheek and his eyes glowing gold. It's his former mentor and friend, the true unfortunate hero of the great prophecy. The true catalyst for the changes that happened for half bloods after the Titan war. Someone that many people had seemed to have forgotten about...

Percy would hold his head in his hands, his eyes squeezed shut. But it didn't matter. All that he saw was what he had seen in his reflection. All that he could see was Luke.