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punkshort · 1 year ago

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Chapter warnings: angst, smut, language, violence

Chapter Seven

Pairing: Joel x F!Reader, pre-outbreak and post outbreak

AU (the only thing I kept was the outbreak, Joel, and Tommy's characters. Joel's backstory is different, and the way he finds Jackson is different. I may include Ellie one day, I just haven't planned that far)

Fic Summary: You worked for Joel and Tommy a few months before the outbreak. The outbreak happens, and you and Joel get stuck traveling the country and keeping each other safe. Neither of you spoke about the feelings you had for one another pre-outbreak, and in a post-apocalyptic world, it seems like survival should be your only focus. But feelings can't be ignored forever.

Fic tags: Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI), Smut, Language, Canon-Typical Violence, Alcohol Use, Age Difference (Reader is 10 years younger than Joel), slow burn, mutual pining, angst, trauma, SA referencing later but I will put a big warning on those chapters

You were able to sneak out of the QZ fairly easily, the soldiers were preoccupied with new truckloads of survivors, and they were running around trying to create more sleeping accommodations in classrooms and hallways. Joel led you alongside the school and into the cover of a small forest before anybody could question you. You didn’t speak or slow down until you were about 2 miles away from the school, still primarily surrounded by trees, but they were thinning out, revealing shops and roads in the distance.

“Joel, stop, let’s rest for a few minutes, please,” you panted, struggling to keep up with his long gait on the uneven terrain.

Surprised to hear your voice, he turned to look over his shoulder at you. He had been in such a trance to lead you both away from the school that he wasn’t even sure what direction you were headed. He nodded in agreement. He was tired and hot, still in the same work clothes from Friday.

“Yeah, let’s go sit down, looks quiet here.” Joel motioned to a big, flat rock nearby, and the two of you sat down on it, setting your purse and supplies down and sipping on the water bottles you were grateful you had grabbed before leaving the QZ. You sat next to each other in silence, catching your breath and looking around at the nature surrounding you.

“What are we doing, Joel?” you asked him quietly. You were all too fully aware you were following this man blindly into a world full of danger. Just a week ago, you had such a different relationship with him, one that was heading in a direction that made you feel excited and hopeful. You were still reeling from the shock of his harsh words on his birthday, unable to fully process what happened that day in his office. Still, you had no idea what caused him to run out of the building after you, what he wanted to say, but you hated to admit that you were grateful. Who knows where you would be if Joel hadn’t yelled at you, making you quit and leave the building. Who knows where you would be right now if you were alone when those soldiers started shooting. In some twisted way, you owed Joel your life. He was all you had now, you had to trust him.

“Well, I suppose we try to find your family,” Joel said, leaning back to lay flat on the rock and closed his eyes as he continued. “At least, we gotta get out of this city, it’s not safe. That guy at the QZ told me this infection is all over, but maybe it ain’t as bad in other places.”

“What else did he say to you?” you asked, turning to look down at him now. His eyes were still closed, his face looked relaxed but the bags under his eyes reminded you he was up early this morning.

Joel paused for a moment. He knew what you were asking, but he wasn’t sure how to tell you. He kept his eyes shut when he finally spoke.

"He told me bad stuff was happenin’ to women there, women who were alone.”

Your suspicions were right. He stood guard over you while you slept, what else could it have been? You sighed, looking down at the half empty water bottle in your hands. Joel has been saving you over and over again for the past 5 days while you were still hung up on some stupid argument. It all felt so trivial now, when the focus was simply survival.

You reached your hand out and lightly squeezed his own, trying to thank him when words didn’t seem like enough. He opened his eyes now and looked at you staring at your coupled hands, giving your hand a light squeeze in return.

"What now?" you asked, letting his hand go. Joel sighed and sat back upright.

"Well, we gotta get some supplies. Couple of backpacks, some food, clothes, all that. I’m thinkin’ we gotta leave on foot, a car would be too loud, FEDRA will stop us. We can try to make it back to my place in the city for some stuff, but it’s far, maybe 10 minutes from the office.”

Something Joel said gave you an idea.

"I have backpacks! At my apartment, hiking backpacks, two of them. And some other things. My place is further out, it probably won’t take us too long, I live kind of far from work… lived,” you corrected yourself, frowning, “I just can’t tell where we are, maybe if we can get to those stores over there, we can see what street that is.”

Joel nodded. “Alright, good, you ready to go?”

You jumped off the rock and picked up your purse, stuffed with the items from the QZ, and both headed in the direction of the strip mall. You emerged from the thinning forest to find a playground with a baseball diamond and a soccer field. As you cautiously made your way through the open field, Joel stopped at the baseball diamond to grab you each a bat from a pile left on home plate. You took it from his outstretched hand, the thought of weapons to defend yourselves having not even crossed your mind yet. You were not adapting to this disaster as quickly as you would like. Joel had been the one to find shelter, the one who recognized when an area was unsafe, the one who formulated a plan. You scolded yourself for not being more aware of your surroundings... this was life or death. At least you had Justin’s old camping supplies still housed in your tiny apartment, that was useful. You just had to get there in one piece.

It took half the day to walk from the strip mall to your apartment building, taking extra time to be quiet and go unseen. Once you reentered the city, you could see Joel tense up as he gripped his baseball bat tightly by his side. Your building was not too far into the city limits, and you managed to make it there without being spotted.

Joel gently closed the lobby door behind you, turning around to see the room was empty, save for a few abandoned duffel bags and some trash. You led him towards the stairwell door, closing it quietly, listening for any movement above before slowly beginning your ascent.

“What floor?” Joel whispered behind you.

“Two,” you answered just as quietly, “but I am on the other end of the hall.”

“You’re on the second floor? D’you know how dangerous that is? Anyone could climb up and break in.”

You paused before opening the door marked with a big number 2, turning to look at Joel incredulously as he finished his climb up the stairs.

"There’s monsters running around eating people and you’re lecturing me about what floor my apartment is on?” you asked, eyebrows raised.

He looked at you for a moment, considering your words, and smirked.

"Yeah, well, when you put it like that," he said.

You knew it was a serious situation and people were dying. Hell, you could die at any moment. But you allowed a smile to spread across your face, only barely holding back a laugh. Joel’s smirk turned into a bigger smile at the sight of yours, hiding a small chuckle. You rolled your eyes, still grinning, and reached out to open the door before he stopped you.

"Let me go first,” he said, moving in front of you with his bat at the ready.

He pushed the door open just enough so he could see down the hall. It was empty, but there were several apartment doors that were either cracked or wide open. He listened intently for any movement that might indicate you weren’t alone. When he was satisfied, he opened the door wider, allowing you both to squeeze through and then softly closed the door. Without speaking, you pointed down the hall towards the right side, and with your fingers you held up a 2, 2, and 3, telling him which one was yours. He nodded in understanding and led the way slowly down the long hallway.

Joel stopped before every open door and peeked inside each apartment before moving down to the next one, being extra cautious of any infected. Neither of you had seen one up close yet, you had no idea what to expect, but you heard them when you were running down the street. They sounded like feral animals the way they screamed and snarled as they attacked. You shuddered at the thought, but at least you would hear them coming.

Joel paused when he heard someone walking, and then heard a repeated thudding sound. You both froze in place, listening and trying to locate the source. It sounded like it was coming from the floor above you, so you both continued until you reached the door that read 223. You dug into your purse and pulled out your keys, grateful to find that the door was still locked. Again, Joel insisted on sticking his head in first and clearing the place before you entered, gently shutting and locking the door behind you.

You looked around your small apartment, everything left exactly as it was Friday morning. You had a small loveseat and an accent chair surrounding your TV in the living room, behind the loveseat was your equally small kitchen with a table for two. Your bedroom door was off the kitchen, and the bathroom had a door right where you had walked in but was also connected to your bedroom through a second door. It was very small, but you made it work, you had just been so happy to have your own space.

Joel looked around thoughtfully. These were not the circumstances in which he had hoped to see your place for the first time. You chewed your lip as he looked around your apartment, admiring your framed photos and your knick-knacks. He looked so big and out of place amongst your modest apartment, filled with secondhand furniture and mementos from your past. You reached down to pick up the backpack you had tripped over on Friday morning, setting it up against the wall while you opened the extremely small accordion door that gave way to a tiny coat closet. You reached inside and grabbed the second backpack, setting it next to the first, and lastly picked up the two tightly rolled up sleeping bags that were never reattached to the packs.

He turned and saw the supplies against the wall, excitedly walking over to open one up and examine it more closely.

"I didn’t realize you liked camping, we can really use most of this," he said, his focus still on opening up the various pockets on the backpacks.

You paused a moment, not sure if you should tell him where the supplies came from. You figured he would eventually question why there were two packs, so decided to tell him.

"Actually, they aren’t mine, they were left here,” you cleared your throat nervously, remembering Joel’s outburst about you sleeping with people at the office. "They're Justin's. He forgot to pick them up after I broke up with him.” You turned away so you couldn’t see his reaction, nervous he would show that angry side of himself again.

His hands stilled at your words. He had no right, and he knew it, but a wave of jealousy washed over him anyway. Joel pushed his feelings aside, not wanting to upset you again after he had made a little progress with you today.

"Hated camping so much you broke his heart, then?" he joked, offering you a small smile.

Your cheeks heated up at the real reason you broke up with Justin, that day in the meadow with your thoughts consumed of Joel crossing your mind. You let out a small chuckle and said, "I guess I better get used to it now."

The two of you spent the rest of the day rummaging through your kitchen cabinets, setting aside essentials you could pack, only stopping briefly to eat some dinner. You found you had some chicken in your fridge, so you cooked it up with some rice and whatever vegetables you had that still looked good. You ate in silence, hunched over your small kitchen table.

"This is incredible, thank you again," Joel said, shoveling the last forkful in his mouth.

"You'd say that about anything right now, we haven't eaten anything decent since the bodega," you teased.

Joel shook his head in disagreement. "Nope, that ain't true. You're a good cook, and I'm grateful."

You looked down at your bowl shyly as Joel picked up his and washed it in your sink.

"Uh, I was wonderin," Joel started, clearing his throat and suddenly giving a spot on the bowl all his attention, "did he leave any clothes here I can use?"

You smacked your forehead, feeling stupid. Of course he wants different clothes, he's been in the same ones for days.

"No, he was only here that one time after camping, I'm sorry. Maybe we can look in some of those open apartments? I'm sure we can find something useful." You stood to wash your own bowl as he dried his hands.

Joel was pleased to hear your ex hadn't spent much time here, still struggling to ignore that jealous streak.

"Good idea, grab your bat, just in case, and let's go lookin' before it gets dark," he said, placing the towel delicately back on the holder before turning and heading towards your living room. You smiled inwardly at how domestic it felt in this moment, but you shook the thoughts out of your head. It's not like that between you, the focus was on surviving and finding your family.

You grabbed your bat and the two of you headed towards the door when suddenly the power went out. You both froze for a moment, taking in the eerie silence.

"Well, it held out longer than I figured it would. C'mon, we should definitely get goin' now, not much sun left." Joel said, opening up your apartment door a crack and peering out to make sure you were still alone. You followed him out the door, closed it gently behind you, and you walked a few doors down to apartment 245.

Joel indicated you stay back and he entered the room. It was a similar layout as your own, so it took him no time at all to confirm it was empty. You walked in and began to help him look through the dresser in the bedroom. Joel lucked out: the man who lived here was close enough to his size, so he grabbed a couple essential items and headed back to your place. He said he could continue to look tomorrow for more clothes, but this would do for now.

You rifled through your kitchen cabinet for as many candles as you could find, lighting them all over the apartment so you could see as the sun went down. You had just finished lighting the last one when Joel came out of your bathroom after taking a quick shower before the hot water cooled in the tank. He changed into a dark grey plain tshirt and some sweatpants.

"Feel better?" you asked, walking past him to put a candle in the bathroom.

"Much better, thanks," he said, checking the locks on your doors and windows. "I'm gonna move your couch in front of your door for the night. That way, I'll feel it move if someone tries breakin' in."

You emerged from the bathroom, your brows furrowed. "You can't sleep on that thing, are you kidding? You're too tall."

Joel looked down at the loveseat he was in the process of pushing across the carpet. You were right, his legs would hang off the end, it was only a two-seater.

"I'll be fine, don't worry," he waved you off, finishing his task.

"Just sleep in my bed with me, it's big enough, it doesn't have to be weird," you offered before you could overthink it. He kept his eyes cast down on the loveseat, weighing your offer.

"Besides, this may be one of the last times we get to sleep on a mattress for a while," you added.

"You sure?" Joel asked, one eyebrow raised. He was pleasantly surprised by how much has changed between you. He knew he ruined his chance with you, and he couldn't bring up the argument now, it's been too long, the damage was done. But if you didn't absolutely despise him for it, maybe that could be enough.

"Yeah, of course. I'm gonna shower, too. Go on and settle in." You grabbed a change of clothes and closed the bathroom door behind you.

Joel stood in the middle of your bedroom looking around. It was a small room, just a bed, one end table with an alarm clock, a hamper and a dresser. It wasn't much, but you somehow had made it feel like you. The framed pictures you had on your dresser from your college days were next to some random pieces of jewelry scattered across the top. He gently touched the intricate glass knobs on your dresser, the tip of his finger dipping into the grooves of the design.

The dresser must have been old, because the slight pressure from his finger caused the drawer to fall open a few inches. He moved to shut it when he noticed something bright red hidden under the clothes. He turned around to confirm you were still in the shower, hearing the water trickling on the tub floor. Curious, he dipped his hand inside to pull the item to the surface. It was a red lace thong, soft and delicate in his rough hands. His breath caught in his throat and his pulse raced as he felt all the blood in his body heading right to his cock. He shoved the underwear back down to the bottom of the drawer quickly when he heard the water shut off. He got into one side of the bed and bunched up the blankets to hide his growing erection.

You padded out of the bathroom, still towel drying your hair. Considering the cool fall nights, you had put on sleep pants and a long sleeve T-shirt. Your heart jumped in your chest, nothing preparing you for the visual of seeing this man in your bed. Deciding you needed to take a moment, you made an excuse about blowing the candles out and left the room. You scolded yourself as you walked around to snuff out each candle. That part of your life with him is over, you aren't here playing house, and he all but told you how he felt in his office that day.

Stop thinking about him like that.

You blew out the last candle and headed back to your bedroom.

You each laid on your respective sides of the bed, you on your side with your back to him, and him flat on his back staring at your ceiling. It was quiet outside, but you could hear the occasional growl or yell far in the distance, and once you heard a FEDRA truck rumble by your building.

“Joel?” you whispered in the dark after a while, not sure if he was asleep.

“Yeah?” he whispered back.

“What do you think these things are? Are they people anymore?” you asked, unsure how to phrase your question.

“I’m not sure, the soldiers didn’t tell us much, I ain’t sure they even know,” he replied. "But I think we gotta look at it like it’s us or them: we can’t hold back if we’re in danger, d’you understand?”

You nodded in the darkness. He meant you’ll need to do what it takes to survive, even if that meant killing them.

“Yes,” you whispered back finally, “I understand.”

“I’m not sure how many of them there are, maybe it’s not as bad as we think… maybe the military can kill ‘em all and we can go back to normal. We haven’t even seen one yet, so who knows,” Joel said, yawning at the end of his sentence. You remembered he hardly slept the night before, so you stopped talking in order to let him rest. You closed your eyes and dreamt of whiskey and spearmint.

You awoke with a start when you heard another FEDRA truck rumble slowly past your building, shining a huge spotlight into the window as it drove by. It was still dark out, unsure of the time since your alarm clock was digital. You felt surprisingly warm despite the cool fall night. You were about to reach down to pull a blanket off when you stopped. The heat wasn’t from the blanket, it was Joel.

He was pressed up against your back with his arm slung around your waist lightly, his face buried in your still slightly damp hair. You felt his breath as it exhaled on the back of your neck softly and you fought the urge to shiver at the sensation, worried it would wake him. You could tell by his breathing he was in a deep sleep, so you took a moment to just enjoy what could have been. You wondered in a different timeline, had the world not ended and he wouldn't have said those things to you in his office, if he would be in your apartment like this under other circumstances. You knew you told yourself to stop thinking like this, that it wasn’t important anymore, but you knew tomorrow would bring a new day of fear and who knows what else. Tonight, you were safe in your apartment. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to let your guard down, just a little.

You closed your eyes and leaned back ever so slightly against Joel, careful about waking him up. You sighed softly as you envisioned what it would have been like to have brought him back to your apartment, maybe after getting drinks and seeing a movie together. You would both stumble into your apartment giggling, his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you in to kiss you as you would try to retreat backwards towards your bedroom door without breaking contact. Once you had him in your room, you would have run your hands up and down his torso, trying to get him to lift his shirt over his head. Maybe he would have gently pushed you back so you would land flat on your bed, watching him remove his shirt so you could finally see the rest of those strong arms and broad chest.

You wondered what you would have worn. Probably a dress, but not a work dress. Maybe the knee length cream dress with little flowers on it you kept tucked in the back of your closet, hardly ever finding an occasion to wear it. You definitely would have tried to surprise him with the red thong you kept hidden away, wondering what his reaction would have been when he ran his hands up your smooth legs under your dress and feeling the soft lace under his fingers. Maybe he would have asked you to take your dress off and leave just the underwear on so he could see all of you in the moonlight shining through your window. Would he have pulled you down on his lap roughly, pinching your nipple and gripping the meaty part of your hip as he ground his hard cock up against your warm center, still covered with lace, teasing you? Or would he have taken his time, laid you down on the bed while he inched the thong down your legs, spreading them wide so he could see just how wet you were for him? Maybe he would have pressed your legs down on the bed while he licked the opening of your pulsing cunt, his angular nose nudging against your clit, over and over until you came screaming his name and your hands buried in his curls.

You forced your imagination to stop before you woke him up with your ragged breathing. You couldn’t relieve the pressure between your legs, anyway, since he had you caged in. All you could do was squirm a little bit, feeling the dampness that pooled in your underwear. Joel's arm shifted, probably because you were moving, so you froze while trying to calm your breathing. He sighed and gave his limbs a small stretch. The arm that was draped loosely over your waist tightened around you now, his large hand splayed against your ribs and shoved between your side and the mattress. You held your breath until you were sure he was still asleep, finally relaxing when his breathing evened back out again.

You weren't sure what tomorrow would bring, or even if you would both live. Tonight, you drifted off to sleep in his arms, making a mental note to put that guard back up tomorrow.

Joel woke up first the next morning, the pleasant floral scent of your shampoo invading his senses before he even opened his eyes. Keeping his eyes shut, he frowned, the memories of yesterday flooding back to him. It had been a long day and your bed was so warm, he resisted the urge to wake up just yet. He sighed, stretching out a little before he realized his hand was pinned between you and the bed. He opened his eyes for the first time and saw you curled up with your back against his chest, sleeping peacefully with your lips slightly parted. No, he was clutching you to his chest, he must have done it in his sleep. No wonder he slept like a rock.

He gently tried to unweave himself without waking you up, but he failed. You stirred just as his arm broke free, and he quickly put some space between you so his morning wood wasn't digging into your back anymore.

You stretched and yawned, stilling when you felt him shift beside you. Turning over on your other side to face him, you gave him a sleepy smile before stretching once again and got up to head towards the bathroom.

Once the door shut, Joel exhaled the breath he didn't realize he was holding. He gripped his hard cock over the blankets to try to make it go away enough to stand up. It wasn't until you had left the bathroom to go into the kitchen for some food that he finally stood, tucking the remainder of his erection into his waistband.

You had dug out some pop-tarts and cereal, eating it dry since the milk had likely gone bad by now. You both ate in silence leaning over the kitchen counter.

"What's the plan for today?" you asked between a handful of Cheerios.

"Well, I figure we can look around some of these open apartments for whatever else we can use. Pack up our bags and see if we can start headin' west." Joel replied, dusting his hands on the sides of his sweatpants.

You nodded, telling him you were going to get changed, leaving him in the kitchen alone. Joel wandered over to the window, peeking out through the curtains to see if there was any activity. He didn't see any movement, a good sign, but not a sure thing. Once you were changed, he swapped places with you and changed as well, then you headed out the door to loot your neighbor's apartments.

You were wandering around the apartment across the hall from you as Joel was digging through another closet to gather a few more items he could wear. The rooms were a mess, just like all of the other apartments, like everyone left in such a hurry: random drawers were left partially opened and clothes strewn around. You sauntered up to an end-table next to the couch in the living room and cracked opened a drawer with one finger, your bat lazily dangling in your other hand. You saw something shiny inside, so you opened the drawer all the way and pulled out a large and sharp hunting knife encased in a leather sheath.

You picked it up and made you way into the bedroom where Joel was now rummaging around in the adjoining bathroom, inspecting first aid supplies and pocketing what looked useful.

"I got you a present," you said, leaning against the doorframe. He turned to you, his hand briefly brushing against the keychain in his jeans pocket subconsciously as he stood up. You held out the knife, which he stepped forward and took.

"Hey, good find!" he said excitedly. "These bats'll only get us so far."

He placed the knife on the bathroom sink and began to undo his belt. Your eyes latched onto the movement, not expecting it. Feeling flustered, you swallowed nervously and you felt your cheeks get warm as you briefly replayed some of the thoughts you were having in the middle of the night, turning away before Joel noticed.

Once his belt was off, he threaded the sheath through the leather and ran the belt back through the loops of his jeans. Despite your efforts, he had noticed the blush that creeped along your cheeks. He smirked as he watched you exit the room and head towards the bedroom window.

You stood against the side of the window, resting your head against the frame and gazed outside. You thought you could hear something in the distance but you couldn't put your finger on what the sound was. You motioned for Joel to come over.

"What is that?" you asked. He shook his head, listening.

The noise was growing louder and sounded like growling and snarls. As it got closer, you could hear some screams interspersed with the growls. Joel must have seen something because he grabbed you by the shoulder and tugged you down to the ground, putting a finger against his lips. Quiet.

He peeked over the edge of the window just enough to see a huge mob of at least 50 infected ambling down the street mindlessly.

"Fuck," Joel whispered. He watched as he saw them stumble and drag their feet, hunched over with their mouths either hanging open or snapping at the air. Joel noticed most of them were covered in some amount of blood, either their own or someone else's.

As the noises got closer, you lifted your head up slightly to look down at the street, gasping and clamping both hands tightly over your mouth. You continued to stare as tears pricked the back of your eyes. You couldn't believe what you were seeing. This was so much worse than you had imagined.

The two of you could barely hear the roar of the trucks over the snarling as they approached from the opposite direction, FEDRA soldiers standing on the top and unloading endless amounts of bullets into the hoard of infected. You ducked down, but Joel kept watching. He saw how the bullets went right through them, barely flinching as they began to charge the soldiers angrily. The drivers threw the trucks into reverse before they were overrun, causing a couple soldiers on the top to lose their balance and fall into the hoard. The infected swarmed on top of the fallen soldiers, their shrieks muffled by growls and wheels squealing on the asphalt as they raced back down the street to safety, followed by the few hopeless infected that weren't tearing apart the soldiers on the ground.

He ducked back down under the window, panting heavily from the adrenaline. You were still hunched over with your mouth clamped shut under your hands, rocking on your heels with tears silently streaming down your face.

Joel leaned forward and wrapped you in his arms, pulling you against his chest. Neither of you said a word, you just sat there until the growls from the infected faded and they headed down the street. You stayed like that another ten minutes before you risked looking back out the window. Joel saw the pieces of soldiers that remained: mostly scraps of clothing, boots, a hand here or there, and the street filled with their dark red blood. He noticed a few infected that had died from the bullets. When he looked closer, he saw they all had a shot to the head. So there was a way to kill them.

Joel sighed. He sat up against the wall and rubbed his hands roughly over his face.

"A knife and a bat won't cut it, we need guns," he said to you. You sniffled and looked up at him.

"Where do we get guns?"

"My place. I got a few there. It's far though, deep in the city, near the office."

You felt your pulse return to normal now as you dried your tears on the sleeve of your T-shirt.

"Maybe the subway is clear? At least we would be off the street," you said.

"It's the only plan we got," Joel replied. He stood up to reach down and help you stand, and you quietly went back to your apartment.

Chapter Eight

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luminousbeings-crudematter · 1 year ago

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My dearest Lumi,

Firstly, I want to congratulate you on your follower milestone. You exude talent and grace and I am beyond grateful that you’ve chosen to share your gift of writing with the world. You deserve every ounce of praise.

Secondly, I’d like to put in a request for said follower milestone. I would love if you’d write something for my favorite little lovable pot wash. His presence in Alford Plea makes me smile in abundance and he fills me with immeasurable joy. I have wracked my brain for like three days and just can’t come up with a solid premise so I’m leaving this one up to dealers choice.

You’re the best 💕

No solid premise? No problem! Here’s some softness for our little lovable pot wash 🤍🤍🤍

(Written for the follower milestone!)

He works in one of the best restaurants in the city, which is as fantastic as it is annoying, because it means that you hardly ever see Johnny at normal hours. His shifts can start at half seven in the morning or two in the afternoon, and they’ve easily gone on for fourteen hours some days. It’s not entirely unusual for you to be pulled out of deep sleep for a minute or two almost every other night—you’ll hear him try his best to be quiet sneak into your shared flat at and you’ll sleepily wonder if he’ll stick around the next morning long enough for you to make him some coffee or have breakfast together.

And, of course, when he’s not working or sleeping, he’s studying.

Your flatmate’s biggest and most well-kept secret is his university degree, one he’s determined to see through while he continues to work. You wonder how he isn’t closer to burn-out, but you know him. You’ve known him for a long time.

He’s one of the hardest working people you know, the most cheerful, the life of the party, radiant and glowing, both inside and out, and you love him you love him you love him—

The front door clicks quietly shut and then—“Bonnie?”— and you smile.

“In here,” you call out, and hop off the couch to grab him a beer. He meets you halfway—when you close the fridge door, his goofy smile greets you—and oh. The man makes your heart flutter, even after all this time. Especially after all this time. “Hi,” you whisper, not wanting to break the spell of the moment. “Alright?”

“Better now,” he says, smiling. In a few fluid moments, he’s taken the bottle of beer in his hands, used his teeth to open it like the complete savage that he is, lifted you up and set you on the counter. “So much better now.” The words are muffled on account of his face being buried in your neck, arms naturally going around you.

The actual time Johnny can spend with you feels like it comes in peaks and troughs, but never his affection—you’re always spoiled in that regard.

You’ve never bothered labelling this thing you have with him because you don’t need to. You share the lease of your flat, just as much as you share the good and the bad of your lives. He’s your best friend, your flatmate, your confidant, your pillar of support, just as much as you’re his bonnie, his emergency contact, his mother’s favourite, his his his.

“Mmpf—smell nice,” he murmurs (the words muffled against your skin make you shudder and you feel goosebumps along the length of your arms, but Johnny never notices). Only when he pushes away from you do you get your first proper look at him.

He looks tired, so so exhausted, but even then, nothing can hide the fact that he glows. His eyes are melted lazulite under the dim kitchen lights, all the colours of the bright blue sea melted into one. They hold you captive, and you almost miss his tired babbling.

“...knew it was gonna happen, but right now? Been just months, wasnae expectin’ it, hen!”

“Wait, what?”

“What?”

You roll your eyes and try to get him to repeat himself. “What weren’t you expecting, what happened?”

Your words make him roll his eyes mockingly, and he boops your nose lightly. “You weren’t listenin,’ bonnie? Simon. The mad lad’s only gone and married his lass!”

“WHAT?” Your brows kiss your hairline in shock, and you’re left gaping at him. “Seriously?”

“Seriously! Saw her rock on her finger today, massive thing!” He shakes his head with a smile, and you know it’s in fondness for Simon and his new wife. “Said Simon wasnae havin’ her hide it anymore.”

“God! Married! It’s so…grown up?”

“Suppose so, bonnie. Nice, though.” He pushes himself away from you and chugs half the bottle of beer you’d given him. “Debrief on the couch?”

“Yes, please,” you groan and jump off the counter, massaging your buttocks.

You follow him outside and he plops on to the couch, but there’s no sign of his usual routine of turning the telly on for some football. You watch as he puts his beer on the coffee table (completely ignoring the coaster, of course) and leans his head back against the couch, looking deep in thought.

Johnny looks beautiful in that angle, you think—broad shoulders leaning all the way back, his neck exposed and looking ripe for your mouth, your tongue on his skin. You watch in a daze as he brings his hands up to rub his eyes with his palms, then stretches lightly and relaxes. “Come sit wi’ me, bonnie,” he says, without opening his eyes, and you’re walking towards him without even registering the fact.

He draws you in effortlessly, and each time, you fall into his orbit without even the pretence of resistance.

“It…bothers you? The fact that Simon’s married now, like a real adult?” You busy yourself, looking anywhere but him, mindlessly moving his beer onto the coaster.

“Naw, bonnie…no, it doesnae bother me. I just…dunno, just bein’ a twat.”

“Maybe,” you say without preamble. “You’re not…jealous?”

“Shit. Maybe ah am,” he concedes. “Dunno, it’s never bothered me like so before.” He turns to you with a sceptical look in his eyes. “Ye don’t want it?”

“Marriage?”

“Aye. That and…to fall in love.”

Ah. Your mind thumbs through the collection of moments you’ve felt over the years—moments where you’d been so sure that you’d crumble before him, beg him to feel about you the way you felt about him. The memories flip in your consciousness painfully until you have a measured response for him. One that doesn’t give you away.

“Doesn’t everyone?” you whisper.

“Aye, of course. But it’s different. Girls are supposed to want it more?” He says the words with a mischievous grin, and you have to scoff at the obvious attempt to rile you up.

“That’s very feminist of you.”

“Just saying’ what ah’ve heard!”

“And yet, you’re the one bitching about it, John.”

“John?! Ach, bonnie, you cannae call me that!” he says in mock-horror, hand reaching up to grasp at his chest. And then he smiles at you again, sincere and full of light and so, so him, that you return in, almost involuntarily. “Ah’m happy for him, of course. He’s happy. In love. Happy.”

You laugh out loud before you can help it and take a second to notice his glare. “Sorry, sorry!” you wheeze, sounding decidedly not sorry. “You sounded like you wanted to fuck him there, for a second, I’m sorry!”

“Aye well, he’s handsome, no? I’d go fo’ him!”

“...yeah.” You sigh dreamily as you think about Johnny’s boss—tall and handsome, with arms the size of trucks—and the appeal is obvious. You’ve met Simon several times over the years, and he’s only ever shown you respect and polite interest. He’s not exactly your type, but even you can’t turn your nose up at a man that looks like Simon does.

“Okay, that’s enough daydreamin,’ brat!” Johnny laughs, knocking into your shoulder with his own. “Lustin’ after a married man.” He shakes his head dramatically. “Yer shameful.”

“Nah. I’m happy for him too! And…you needn’t be upset about this, Johnny—”

“I’m no’ upset at all—”

“I know.” You put your hands up in surrender. “You can be happy for your friend, and for Simon, and you can want it for yourself too. Nothing wrong with that.” You try to keep your voice calm, but understanding. After all, you know all too well the feelings of both, coveting and being happy for your friend.

“Guess not. N’ these things take time, do they not? It’ll happen?”

“It’ll happen,” you confirm. “Just need to find the right person and feel the right feelings for them.”

“Gosh, this conversation’s makin’ me miserable! Hate bein’ single, y’know? S’not good for me.” He leans against the backrest again, and turns his head just so he can look at you. “We’re both single at the same time in a long time, bonnie. Ye realised that yet?”

“Shit. Yeah, you’re right! Wow. I hadn’t realised that!” In fact, you hadn’t stopped thinking about it.

“We oughta do somethin’ abou’ it?”

You hope to god your laugh only sounds nervous to your own ears, and that you don’t like a character in a Sunday morning cartoon with your shifty eyes that don’t dare stray in the direction of Johnny’s face. “How about, tomorrow, I pick you up after your shift and buy you a drink? We’ll even stop at that nasty chicken shop you like after. So you can’t complain that I don’t do anything nice for you!”

His eyes melt, and you along with them. “Thank ye, bonnie.”

“Always.”

You can’t help but smile when his eyes radiate pure happiness at your words. It takes so little to make Johnny happy and you want to spend a lifetime doing it. So lost are you in the thought, that you don’t notice the twitch in the muscles of his forearm at the look on your face, how his fingers tremble as they cup your cheek. When he kisses your forehead gratefully and leans away from you, you don’t hear his heart speed up or his shaky exhale, don’t feel his clammy palms.

“And you’ve ne’er felt it, eh? The right feelin’ for the right person?” he quotes you.

“No,” you lie. I love you. “You?”

“No,” he lies. “But…maybe someday, eh?”

“Maybe someday,” you agree, easily.

#soap x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #ask #xintothewoodswegox #lumi's follower milestone #super soap sunday #request #lumi writes #love you woodsy #no one talk about how old these requests are #or the fact that I'm quickly reaching another milestone lmaooo #shush shh sh I dont want to hear it

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puppysirie0-0 · 1 year ago

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"Where'd You Go Bunny?"

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Lantsov!Reader

Warnings: Some HUGE angst with a little bitty pinch of fluff

Chapter 1 of "The Bunny and Its Shadow"

You weren't sure when you fell for Aleksander, and Aleksander didn't know when he fell for you. But you both knew you were completely, irrevocably, irreversibly in love with each other. Although the worst part was the secrecy. Stuck with longing gazes when seen in the day, and sneaking around each other's chambers whispering breathless sweet nothings in the dead of night.

Nonetheless your heart was his and while everyone saw this evil monster or scary general, you saw a scarred man with a damaged past. Even when Aleksander broke down one night, telling you everything, begging on his knees for you to not leave him. And while you were shocked, you knew you could never leave him, not now, not ever.

But your heart broke the moment your dad called you to his chambers one afternoon, and as you walked in to him conversing with his greasy advisors, you knew something was off. Your heart dropped as he's told you that you're to be married to some Fjerdan Prince. That he was going to be sending you away to Fjerda to prepare for the wedding.

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You didn't even get the chance to tell Aleksander goodbye before your father had you stuffed in a carriage on the bumpy journey to Fjerda. The roads are covered in snow and the wheels of your carriage getting caught on unlevel dirt and stones. Your mind racing as you wondered what would happen to Aleksander and what would happen to you.

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Aleksander was slightly caught off guard by your inability to visit his chambers the first night. Though he understood, maybe you just didn't feel like seeing him that night. But as the days ticked by he wondered if you had left him, like you promised you never would. Quickly reprimanding himself, trying to desperately escape his insecurities.

After a week and half, he broke. He spent the last 10 nights wondering where'd you'd gone, asking himself, "Was it me, did I drive her away?" Running himself up and down the wall, slowly going manic at the musings of what could've happened swam around rapidly. On the morning of the 10th day he asked Genya if she knew anything, knowing you spoke of your fondness towards her. She of course knew of the nature of the two of you and your relationship, so she was quick to tell him when he asked.

To say that Aleksander was shocked would have been an understatement. He was swept into a whirlwind of emotions as Genya explained. First his spirits quickly being lifted from knowing that you hadn't left him of your own volition, just for them to be dragged right back down to the knowledge of you being engaged so someone in Fjerda.

He was swiftly caught in a flurry of emotions, from severely depressed, to a dash of happy, to upset, to angry, and finally full on rage with intent of killing your father. But he knows homicide won't fix anything yet, and he has to come up with a plan and fast.

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Your 2 weeks in Fjerda were the worst of your life. Not only had your whole life come crashing down, you had to try and conform to Fjerdan marriage customs. Which were drastically different from Ravkan traditions, as you addressed in your letters to your father. (Which he was either ignoring or not receiving.) You had yet to have met your fiance and you were meant to be "quiet".

But you of course didn't fit any of these ideals, you were an outspoken, confident woman who would at least like to meet the man she's meant to marry. Though because of your personality you were' obviously punished, in ways that you would rather forget but are forced to live with. But you received gifts like a comb and bracelet from your fiancé, which while well-intended were much unwanted.

But one night, a scream ripped through the silent halls in the dead of night. You quickly shot awake, quick to hide in the corner of the room, because while you were confident and Aleks had shown you some maneuvers to defend yourself, you were scared at that moment. But then you heard a familiar voice, calling out for you down the halls. You inched closer to the door as you heard footsteps approach. You watch as your door flings open and you see the exact person you had missed the past few months, your lover, your devil, your Aleksander.

He quickly pulls you into his arms as soon as he sees you. Both of you feeling tears welling up in your respective eyes. You hear him telling you tearfully, “Where’d you go bunny?” You had finally been reunited, after almost 3 months of abuse and longing he was here, he was holding you. For the first time in while you felt safe.

For a long while you two just held each other, before he lifted his head from your shoulder, his eyes red from the tears that now left a wet patch on your nightgown. You stared into each other's eyes, until he cupped your cheek and kissed you. You kissed him with equal vigor and love, as you sat there letting each other's languid movements communicate what you were not able to in the moment. You hadn't disconnected until you both needed to take a breath.

As you caught your breath in silence, Aleksander reached to cup your cheek, he told you, "Let's get you packed and ready to go." Your heart skipped a beat as you got up to start collecting your things avoiding your engagement gifts before stopping in your tracks to ask Aleksander, "Wait, where are we going to go?" He looked up at you and sweetly replied, "We can't be late for our wedding," before continuing his motions to clear your belongings out of the room. You stood there in shock and skin buzzing with the anticipation of marrying the man you truly wanted to.

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A/N: Okay guys, this is my first chapter of a new series I am writing for Aleksander Morozova! I am collaborating in this idea with @lost-tothe-centuries and I am so excited to see how you guys feel and hopefully attract more of a S&B Audience. Also remember my inbox and messages are always open if you ever want to talk! Love y'all! *Mwah*

#aleksander morozova x reader #aleksander morozova #ben barnes is literally my husband #look at this man and tell me he doesn't make you go feral

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mariacrow · 1 year ago

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✧ Megatron x reader ✧

After so many battles and pointless chasing, he finally caught you. In just a singular, simple moment of carelessness or perhaps just an accident, you found yourself in his claws. What will happen to you only God knows. Heck, not even God. Your destiny depends on him.

1st person

female reader

angst?

injuries, life saving

abduction, chains, possessiveness

potential enemies to lovers

I’ve encountered Megatron a couple of times before. He would do his typical monologues. At first he was just calling me an insect but with each following eye to eye he would say different things. Especially after my parents died in the Chicago battle. He would try to taunt me, to manipulate me, trying to find my soft spot, sneak in and rip me apart from inside.

He would say stuff like:

“You’re very brave to look directly into my eyes like that.”

But he didn’t scare me anymore.

“Why aren’t you running away, girl?”

I’d use stealth against him.

“You’re smarter than I thought”…

The day he finally catches me came. My doom day. I was on top of a building when a way taller one next to it got blasted by him. I tried running, giving myself away but the facade crumbled upon me. I felt indescribable pain strike my head as everything went black. Unconscious, I started falling off the building.

Megatron snickered to himself while standing near as he saw me falling. His plan worked.

“Made you come out of your little hiding spot, rodent.” he said, poison dripping from his mouth.

He transformed and flew, getting to me on time. He transformed back the moment he caught me. It was a graceful and satisfying catch to be honest.

He brought me closer to his face, taking a good look at me. He greedily chuckled.

“At last. All mine now.”

I was whimpering and wriggling on the palm of his hand, like a wounded prey, struggling to open my eyes.

“Fear not, little one. I’ll take good care of you.” he said almost sarcastically before transforming back into a jet and heading to the spaceship.

…

He tied me up. He tied my tiny fragile wrists with freaking alien chains and let me hang in the air like that. I was up. With a headache tho.

He was standing there with his hands behind his back, looking down at the city and nature. We were quite high up. I could feel the breeze swirling around the enormous ship and the higher air pressure which was making my ears pop.

“I considered you a talkative one.” he said

“Well definitely not with you.” I talked back, almost like a brat.

“I would be careful with the choice of words if I were you, girl” he said while slowly turning around and walking towards me. Getting really close to my face.

“I could snap you in half in a blink of an eye if I wanted to.” he growled.

His breath hot, warming up my face. It smelled like diesel. I kinda liked it.

“But I won’t. No.” while tilting his head a little. “No. Not you.”

I decided to be smart and remain quiet. His words were making a huge “?” appear above my head. Does he need me for information that bad…? Is he using me as bait…? Or does he just like me…?

He smiled and snickered at my silence.

“You’re a fast learner. Good.” he turned back around and walked to the cockpit window to look at the mesmerizing view of our planet that he probably found disgusting.

“Why did you bring me here?” I hesitantly asked.

“I saved you! You could’ve died falling off that building!” he said as if I irritated him with my “ungratefulness”. Speaking while turning back around, walking back to me kinda aggressively, almost stomping.

“So weak and fragile you humans.” he snarled.

“Why..? I’m not valuable to you. You already know everything.”

“Oh, you have no idea, little one. You’re of greatest value to me.”

He slid his claw across my torso to my throat, pressing it under my chin, making me lift my head up. He made me swallow thickly but I didn’t break eye contact. I decided stay the brave one he knows.

He smirked and snickered even worse.

“So much courage in such a small, delicate being.”

He was so close to my face, the scent of diesel was stuck in my nose at this point... But I loved it… I loved it a little bit too much…

“You admire me too much to fear me. I can see it in your tiny orbs that I could simply pluck out with my pinky.” he chuckled diabolically as he slid the pinky finger of his other hand from my eye down to my cheek…

That made me shiver and whimper.. His claws are sharper than I thought.

“Such sweet sounds. I could listen to them all day long. My fragile one. You’re staying with me, Y/N.” he snarled.

“For eternity.”

…

For eternity.

Dividers belong to @ange1fire 🩶

#transformers #transformers x reader #transformers bayverse #megatron #megatron x reader #bayverse megatron #transformers fanfiction #decepticons

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sentientgolfball · 1 year ago

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Ghoulette Appreciation: Week 4

This week I chose elemental practice

Read here or on Ao3

Word Count: 1132

Pairing: Mistshine

Summary: Mist reflects on her conversation with Ifrit when she gets an unexpected visitor.

In and out.

Breathe.

Just breathe.

Every flutter of Mist’s gills releases a stream of bubbles that float up to the middle before popping. She’s been in the lake for a day, or was it two now? They didn’t count the minutes this time. The little chat with Ifrit didn’t go quite like she expected.

Actually, that’s not right. It went exactly as she expected. That’s why they’re sitting at the very bottom of the lake now. Ifrit had been so excited for Mist. Zephyr had to keep him calm so he didn’t scorch them. He made her start from the beginning when he noticed how troubled Mist looked. She told him everything, not willing to leave one detail out in case it affected his advice. Occasionally through her retelling, Zephyr and Ifrit would make eye contact and smile at each other. The third time they did it Mist called them out, confused as to what they were doing.

“Have I said something humorous?”

“No you haven’t I’m sorry it’s just…this is really cute” Ifrit had laughed out. More of a giggle really.

Zephyr then slapped his arm, though they were chuckling themselves.

“What he means to say is you’re in love Mist. It’s very obvious.”

“How can you be certain?”

“Mist” Ifrit started “It took me a year and a half to work up the courage to tell Zeph how I felt. Trust me, I know love when I see it.”

“That and we used to share a tour bus with Aether and Dew. It’s like second nature to be able to tell when a ghoul is pining now” Zephyr added.

“Love” Mist tried the word on her tongue.

It was after that conversation she dove into the lake. They were never one to run from problems, never one to sugarcoat, but she needed to this time. They needed to truly understand if this was what Ifrit said it was. They knew these things were delicate, that they took time. They were solitary, not an idiot.

What worried them the most was how different Sunshine was from them. She was aptly named for the way she could brighten any room she walked into or how warm she could be. She was energetic and friendly and affectionate. She was everything Mist wasn’t.

Mist was cold, preferring to be alone most of the time. They were aptly named too. They were called Mist because of the fog she could create. A fog so thick she was able to sneak up to Alpha and poison him with the barbs in her wrist. It was the first thing she did Topside, right out of the summoning circle. She was quiet and straightforward and rational.

Sunshine deserved something more from a mate than a cold predator.

Mist made her mind up in this underwater meditation. Once she truly determined this feeling deep in her chest was love, she was going to tell Sunshine right away so she could be rejected. So she could move on with her life. So she stopped feeling like she had no control over her own thoughts and feelings.

The idea sent a pained feeling through her. She shuddered knowing this was not helping the case they made up in their own head.

They were going to get up and swim around, stretch out their fins, but before they could they saw the flash of bioluminescence. They squinted up towards the source and quickly recognized Chain’s unique pattern. It wasn’t a hunting signal, no, he was trying to tell her something.

You’ve got a visitor.

Mist flashes a response back and starts swimming up to the surface. They breach the surface near the dock and search for Chain. What she sees instead is Sunshine sitting happily with her legs hanging off the dock.

“Mist! Hi! Hey! You got up here really fast.”

“Sunshine” Mist says with disbelief in her voice “what are you doing out here?”

“I was looking for you. I had something to ask.”

Every bioluminescent dot on her body lights up at once as her fins flare under the water. She keeps her expression as neutral as she can, waiting for Sunny to elaborate. Her stomach twists.

“Will you teach me how to use water?”

Mist’s gills flare letting out a sigh of relief under the surface.

“If you truly wish, of course, but may I ask why? You excel with fire and air.”

Sunny hesitates, almost looking surprised as the tip of her tail flicks in the water.

“I don’t know. I’ve been really bored without everyone around. I figured if I’m gonna do something, at least I can be productive with it.”

“That’s…very practical of you Sunshine.”

She grins “So you’ll teach me?”

“Gladly. What do you know about water magick?”

“Uhhhh…nothing?”

“Nothing?” Mist blinks.

Sunshine nods, chewing her lip.

“Did Rain show you anything?”

She shakes her head.

“Swiss?”

She shakes her head.

“Dewdrop?”

“I mean, he showed me some cool fire tricks.”

“I see. I’ll have a word with them when they return. In the meantime, I’ll show you your first lesson.”

“Oh! Okay! I didn’t expect to start right away but—“

Sunny is cut off as she springs up in the water. They grab her wrist and yank her into the lake. Sunny yelps when the cool water hits her.

“What was that?” She sputters and laughs, coughing up water.

“Lesson one, being one with the element you wish to invoke.”

The two spent the rest of the afternoon splashing around the lake. Mist claimed it was for learning purposes, but Sunny wasn’t convinced. Sunshine didn’t complain, though. She couldn’t think of another time she’d seen Mist smile so much. She would live in this lake if it meant Mist would keep doing it.

Eventually, though, the fire in her got tired. She crawled up and rested on the shore, sighing as she laid on the sun-warmed rocks. Mist followed as well, sliding up to sit next to her. They stayed like that, happily sitting in silence watching the little waves of the lake. Sunny finally stood when she felt the exhaustion settle into her bones. Mist stood up after her.

“You don’t have to follow me back. I know you’ve been hanging out here for the past couple of days.”

“I know” she simply replied.

Sunny just smiled and laced her fingers with theirs. They walked back to the Ministry hand in hand, Sunshine filled the silence with whatever burning thoughts she had. Mist listened with rapt attention, nodding every so often.

It was strange really. Normally physical touch made her skin crawl. She tended to avoid it unless she initiated it. Ifrit was truly the only one they felt comfortable enough allowing to touch first.

Or at least, that’s what they thought.

#the band ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #mist ghoulette #sunshine ghoulette #mistshine #ghoulette appreciation #ghoulette appreciation weeks 2024 #nameless ghoulettes #golfball writes

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veinsandknuckles · 9 months ago

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It's a bad life if you don't weaken, pt 9 (Tallahassee/Reader)

pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5, pt 6, pt 7 (explicit) pt 8

Out of all the morning after-breakfasts Tallahassee had ever had, this might go down in his personal history as the most uncomfortable one. Columbus had at least had the decency to leave almost as soon as Tallahassee had come in, but the stare he’d subjected him to before he refilled his coffee and headed out the door would’ve been enough to unsettle anyone. Tallahassee couldn’t exactly decipher that look, but it did seem clear that there’d have to be a serious talk sometime in his future, one way or the other. That’d be something to look forward to...

Little Rock could never be trusted to take a hint so he didn’t risk trying to shake her. The kid could get very clingy for someone who insisted she was too cool to care and he could tell by her way of talking that the more he tried to exclude her, the sooner she’d challenge him or demand he tell her why. At least she was busy bragging to him about all the symptoms of her hangover, half of them made up, and didn’t seem to have enough attention to spare to read the room. She was never one for leaving an uncomfortable stone unturned, and any time she paused and looked at him, he braced himself for being questioned on his body language or his relative quiet.

If only he could act natural. Kid around like usual, slip in a hint about what had happened to catch your attention and make it appear like he felt it was no big deal.

And you... he couldn’t read you. You’d drifted over from the dishes to sit across the table from him, which was a good sign, but you barely looked at or spoke to him. You were clearly embarrassed, and that was no surprise, but what else were you feeling? He wanted to see you smile at him - and he realised then how often you had smiled at him before, sometimes cheeky, sometimes shy, but always real - but you just pecked at your food and sipped your drink and shot him the occasional quick glance.

With a sinking feeling, he realised that, right now at least, it actually mattered. What you thought and felt when you saw him again, it mattered. Tallahassee helped himself to some crackers, coffee and canned fruit, working on autopilot without knowing what he did.

What had happened to him? You were cute, sure, you were a lot less annoying than most people he’d met, but why the hell was he so unsettled by all of this? The two of you hadn’t ‘made love’, you’d fucked - there’d been no tender sighs or unbroken eye contact, ‘feelings’ hadn’t been mentioned by either of you, other than the ones of the flesh.

And you’d done the right thing by leaving before he woke up. In any other situation, sneaking out like that would be a pretty unequivocal signal - if he hadn’t been so exhausted, he would’ve woken up early to sneak out himself. So why did it bother him?

True, he’d had nothing much on his mind besides you for well over a month, but what else was there for him to think about? It’s not as if he could ignore you, you were the only woman around. Given the circumstances, it couldn’t possibly count as obsessive. And yes, technically he had dreamed about you every other night, but that was only because half the time the two of were literally drifting off in each others arms, huddling together for warmth.

It must be the hangover fucking with his head. It hit him like that sometimes and then it usually took him until noon to stop going over everything he’d said and done when he was drunk, even if it was no more stupid and inappropriate than what he said and did when he was sober. What was it Columbus’d called it? Oh yeah. Hangxiety. Damned stupid expression.

Still, knowing the cause didn’t make those impulses go away. He felt it now: his hand itched to reach over and hold yours. Give it a squeeze, hope you’d squeeze back and give him the smallest signal that everything was still normal between you.

Ghost a finger over your wrist and see if he could make you shiver again... Jesus, this was pathetic.

“...you look sick.”

“Huh?” he managed. Yep, Little Rock was staring at him now. Great.

“You look like you’re going to be sick. If you are, you should just go ahead and get it over with. You know, like you always say... better out than in.”

You were glancing his way again now, waiting for him to smooth this over.

“That’s just the sight of your face on an empty stomach, kid.”

“Uh-huh. Good one.”

“I guess none of us can recover from a party like we used to,” you said with an apologetic little smile. Shit. By now it’d be too late to backpedal and pretend like Little Rock had imagined it.

Tallahassee sighed and took a deep drink of his sour, black coffee. He’d been so sure he’d be able to play this cool, shrug this off, treat the whole thing like just a bit of harmless fun, and he was doing a miserable job at it. But even that wasn’t true, was it? The truth was that he hadn’t thought about the consequences at all, good or bad. It hadn’t mattered as long as he got to have you, to the point where he’d forgotten that there’d actually even be an after. And instead of getting you out of his system, now the old familiar pressure was building in him again faster than it ever had and all he wanted was to hurl Little Rock head first out through the kitchen window and then pull you down to the floor.

And until he could have you again, he wanted you to smile at him, hold his gaze instead of slipping away, let him skip all of this awkward shit, skip the talking stage and let things be okay. Oh, he was fucked.

He cleared his throat. “I dunno. I’ve definitely had a lot worse.”

There it was, a flicker of a smile. He had to bite down hard on his lower lip to stop himself from grinning with relief like a complete idiot.

Little Rock watched him with narrow eyes and Tallahassee quickly shoved an entire cracker into his mouth. This way, if she questioned him again he wouldn’t be able to respond.

#tallahassee #tallahassee x reader #zombieland: double tap #zombieland #zombieland 2 #my fics #I think this needs editing #woody #just a short one this time #but I think the next part might need some more work

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tales-of-corokina · 1 year ago

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Heyyy guys have a sneak peek of Chapter 26 that I’ve been working on little by little for like two weeks lol

Also I’m at a little dilemma regarding the chapter length so read till the end to help me decide 🙃

(this is like 90% Aloarmy lol)

Word count: 2,011 (unedited)

Running.

Aloha was running.

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Aloha had made a mistake. He had accidentally revealed himself as a fae in front of all the people in the tavern. Of course, everyone in the tavern at that moment knew that fae were untrustworthy and dangerous. Monsters, even.

It was that moment when Aloha’s perfect life fell into ruins.

“Kill the fae!” somebody called out. Other people quickly joined in, chanting, “Kill the fae! Kill the fae!”

Now would be a good time to run, Aloha thought.

So he did. The front door of the tavern was blocked, but luckily there was a back door, so Aloha ran through that. The crowd chased him as he ran away from the tavern, staying behind the houses and away from the streets. But naturally, other people noticed the crowd chasing after him, and also grabbed their torches and pitchforks. And soon enough there was a huge crowd, nearly the whole town, chasing after Aloha.

Aloha ran and ran. He ran until his lungs burned and his legs felt like jelly, as the townspeople behind him continued to chase him.

After a while, Aloha managed to duck into an alley and hide from the crowd. He could still see the light of their torches from his hiding place. It made his stomach do a somersault, knowing that they now wanted him dead.

“Aloha…?”

It was a familiar voice that said his name.

Aloha turned around to see his best friend. Diver. He looked the same, shaggy pink hair, tanned skin, pointed half-elf ears, a snorkel mask for some reason. But distress was on his face, and his eyes were filled with tears.

Aloha started crying himself. He couldn’t believe his best friend for years was seeing him like this for the first time. His true fae form that he had been hiding all this time.

“Diver…I…” Aloha started to say—

But there was no time for explanation. The angry mob had found Aloha’s hiding place. They were coming after him, and he had to run.

“Aloha…!” Diver called out.

Aloha jumped off of the ground, propelling himself into the air with his wings. The crowd yelled in anger as he flew away. And Diver watched Aloha fly away, confused and distraught.

“I’m sorry…” Aloha said through his tears, looking down at Diver. His apology was so quiet he doubted Diver even heard it. Then he flew away.

…

That was the last time Aloha ever saw Diver.

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Aloha woke up with a start, panting as he sat up in his soft bed. As his dream—nightmare—played over and over in his head, he soon realized that he was alone in his bed. Army was gone.

Aloha frantically looked around, confused. That moment last night…it felt so far away and dreamlike. Was it all a dream? Had he really slept with Army at all?

But then Aloha realized that he wasn’t in the bed he had chosen that night. He was at the other side of the room, in Army’s bed. The bed Aloha had originally slept in was now cold, the sheets still ruffled around a bit.

It wasn’t a dream. That really had happened.

Just then, Army walked into the room from the adjoining bathroom, wearing casual clothes that he usually wore under his armor. His eyes landed on Aloha.

“Aloha, are you alright?” Army asked.

Aloha avoided eye contact with Army, stroking the soft sheets. It wasn’t just a nightmare he had had, he realized. It was a flashback. He could still remember the moment that that had actually happened, the same way it had happened in the nightmare.

“I��I had a…dream,” Aloha muttered.

“A bad dream?”

“Yeah…”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Army was sitting on the foot of the bed now. He rested his hand on top of Aloha’s. Somehow, that made Aloha feel a little better.

“It was more of a flashback, I guess,” Aloha said. “I was back…I was back when…” Tears were starting to form in Aloha’s eyes. He could barely talk about this.

“Look, you don't have to talk if it makes you uncomfortable,” Army said. “Just know that I’m here, okay?”

The two were holding hands now, their fingers intertwined. Aloha looked up at Army, who gave him a soft smile. Those orange eyes—like a beautiful sunset—Aloha could stare at them all day.

Then, without thinking much, Aloha wrapped his arms around Army in a hug. His head rested on Army’s shoulder, and he squeezed his eyes shut as tears slid down his face. He then felt the comforting warmth of Army reciprocating the hug.

Which, despite his sadness, made him smile, just a little bit.

Aloha remembered back to when Galax had first found him, wandering around in the forest. Aloha had been so scared, thinking that the purple-haired sage was going to kill him, simply for being a fae. But that wasn’t the case. They just wanted to bring them together with the rest of the S4.

And they had succeeded.

“I’m glad Galax brought us together,” Aloha said, quietly through his tears. “I’m glad fate brought us together.”

Tell Army you love him, Aloha’s brain told him.

But, for whatever reason, Aloha couldn’t bring himself to.

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About half an hour later, the S4 was meeting up in the busy dining room of the inn. By this time, Aloha’s sadness had worn off, replaced by his usual loud cheerfulness. Or perhaps he was only masking it, just like he masked his fae traits in public.

“You two glad that there were separate beds this time?” Skull said, addressing Army and Aloha.

“Yeah, we were,” Army said, frowning. But yet, he was blushing.

“Ohh, why are you blushing?~” Skull teased, leaning in closer to Army.

“Oh shut up, Skull,” Army said, cracking a smile through his blush.

Aloha chuckled as he watched Skull and Army’s banter. A thought crossed his mind to say something about his and Avi’s relationship in response—but then he realized that would be pretty insensitive.

As the S4 made casual conversation, Mask was oddly quiet. He wasn’t always very talkative, but something seemed…off. “Mask, are you alright?” Aloha said.

“Oh? Yeah, I’m fiiiiiiiiine,” Mask said, apparently having been pulled out of some kind of trance. “Just…didn’t sleep weeeeeellll.”

“You never sleep very well, huh?” Army said. “I believe there might be magic for that.”

“Maaybeee there’s some kind of speeellll,” Mask muttered.

Mask hesitated for a few moments, and then said, “Do you believe in faaattteee?”

“Oh, well I’ve never really thought about that,” Aloha said. “But I mean, if we’re on a quest from a prophecy, I guess it’s real to some extent, huh?”

“Yeah, well that’s what I was thiiiinnking,” Mask said. “I mean, the prophecy said we’re supposed to save Corokina or whateveeerrr…but do we really have a choooiceeee? Or…is fate inevitable?”

“I don’t know if there’s any escaping fate,” Skull said. “Especially now that we’ve gone so far on this prophetic quest. Maybe everything that’s happened to us was inevitable…”

“Yo, why is this getting so deep all of a sudden—” Aloha said, but he was interrupted.

“Well, fate or not, we’re going to save Corokina,” Army said. “The final battle approaches, and we must be brave. The kingdom needs us!”

“On with his cheesy stuff agaaaaaiin,” Mask muttered.

“Awww, you’re so righteous, Army~” Aloha teased.

“Oh shut up, Aloha,” Army chuckled. Aloha just stuck his tongue out cockily.

“It’s cute when he does that…” Aloha muttered under his breath, looking away from Army and blushing a little. But Army apparently heard that, because he suddenly seemed flustered.

“Oh, look, our breakfast’s here!” Skull said. Indeed, a waiter was approaching the table, carrying trays of food; pancakes with a side of bread and fruit. The party was served their food, and it was quiet for a little bit as they ate. Then the conversation between the four adventurers started up again.

Four adventurers. Four friends.

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After a little bit, the dining room suddenly got louder as the other people of the inn started to stir, talking eagerly as they gradually left the inn. Something was definitely going on.

“What’s going on?” Army said to the others, confused.

“Oh, you must be new here,” an inn patron said as they walked past the S4’s table. “The Solstice Festival is starting!”

“Yes, yes, come, come!” another person said next to them. “No use staying here, the festivities are amazing!” The S4 then watched as the two people walked away, as well as many people around them.

“We didn’t even finish our breakfast yet…” Skull said.

“That doesn’t matter!” Aloha exclaimed. “There’s a festival starting now! A party! I bet there’s food, Skull, much better than this! C’mon, let’s go!”

“Alright, everyone,” Army said. “We’ll go to this Solstice Festival. But remember the reason we came here. Not to party, but to follow these evil vampires and stop their evil schemes.”

“Aww, seriously?” Aloha said. “You’re no fun, Army~”

“Oh, Aloha, we can still have fun at the festival,” Army said, rolling his eyes. “But we have to be responsible too. We can’t forget our quest. We can’t let Corokina down!”

“Can’t people hear usss?” Mask muttered. “We’re kind of in the middle of a dining roooomm.”

“No, they’re not focused on us,” Army said. “Now let us go!”

The S4 joined the crowd of people flocking out of the inn, and into the street. And those people weren’t lying when they said a festival was starting. The streets of Inopolis were filled with citizens and tourists alike, and booths lined the edges, selling trinkets and food and even offering some games of chance. Lively music played on every corner, mixing with the sound of people talking and laughing. And the streets were decorated with colorful banners and magical lanterns floating above, pulsing in all the colors of the rainbow. It was a truly magical sight.

“Woooow, look at all this!!” Aloha exclaimed, practically jumping up and down with excitement. “Ooooh, what should we do first? Look at what that person’s selling, that looks cool! Oh look over there, there’s—”

“Okay, everyone, it’s very crowded here, so we have to remember to stick—” Army started to address the S4, but before he got to finish his sentence, he was pulled away by Aloha.

“Aloha, what are you doing?!” Army said.

“Look, there’s people dancing over there!” Aloha exclaimed. “Let’s join them, it’ll be fun!”

“Of course, but we can’t just leave the others!” Army said.

Aloha blew a teasing raspberry. “They’ll be fine, they can find us! Don’t be such a party pooper, Army~”

“I’m not—” Army muttered, but stopped talking when Aloha came to a stop.

The two of them were now surrounded by a large gathering of dancing people, happily dancing to upbeat music being played by nearby musicians, standing on a platform right in front of the Sparkling Spring. Aloha smiled wide and started energetically dancing as well; moving his feet to the music, jumping up and down, flapping his hands a little. He was a really good dancer, of course, but at the moment he didn’t seem to be worried about his moves. He was just enjoying himself.

After a minute or two, Aloha looked to Army, who was just standing there awkwardly, watching Aloha and the other people dance. “What’s the matter?” Aloha asked him.

“I don’t know, it’s just…” Army sighed. “You seem so joyful, in the moment, but—”

“C’mon, you don’t need to be good!” Aloha said, taking Army’s hand. “Just feel the music!”

Aloha was holding both of Army’s hands now, guiding his steps to the beat of the music. Army blushing at the warmth of Aloha’s hands. But as he and Aloha danced hand in hand, Army smiled, closing his eyes joyfully as he felt the lively music around him.

There was still the distant threat of the X-Blood and Emperor, of course. But right now, all Army was focusing on was the present moment, dancing with Aloha.

And it felt wonderful.

…

okay now here’s the dilemma I have

I have like 2-3 scenes planned out for this chapter, but I thought that the chapter would be too long if I put those scenes in, so…

#coroika #coroika au #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #tales of corokina #tales of corokina update #writing #aloarmy #might as well tag that

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brick-a-doodle-do · 2 years ago

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Got any unnamed vampire AU hc's?

>:)

wilbur never was a HUGE fan of a blood-strict diet and liked to mix in other stuff with it (like mentioned in other asks he uses his bat form the most of his coven/family and because of his fruit bat morph he gets instincts that the species would), but he leans heavily on it after meeting tommy, and that's purely because he wants tommy to have more than fruit to eat. wil knows how scarce their cabinets are (since he's the youngest he still gets cravings his human self liked—don't get it wrong, the cravings are rare because 200 is a more juvenile state for vamps but when he does get them they're strong) and has complained about it before, but he's actively making sure that there's at least some type of snack for "himself" (by that i mean tommy) somewhere in the house. occasionally he'll "accidentally" live the fridge open on the rare occasion they get takeout :] wilbur has such big instincts for tommy, they're fun to play around with :D,,, and half of its like "oh this guy is tiny must feed and protect", and the other is "innocent human must protect"

i mentioned this before but pretty far down the line, tommy offers to sneak into blood banks to help the vamps :D wilbur is hesitant but techno and phil talk sense into it (by that i mean phil meets with tommy when he's out on a trip and gives him the okay because they NEED it and phil's 80% sure he can handle himself

my favorite bit from this au is techno and tommy's miscommunication (which they both find hilarious when they realize how wrong both of them were) where tommy's afraid of techno's teeth because he doesn't want to get eaten meanwhile techno thinks tommy doesn't want to be turned,,,

tommy has often brushes with death when he forgets he doesn't have wings or he doesn't have the anatomy to sleep upside down or he's just too uncareful while climbing vampires that aren't aware of their own strength! not a day goes by where he doesn't nearly fall from a cabinet and onto the floor bc of his lack of wings he thought he had

since wilbur's in his bat form so much (and because he's younger) it's easier for him to slip into the morph from strong emotions (its rare but it happens) so there's been plenty of occasions where wilbur'll be leaning on phil or techno and be so content that he accidentally shifts. this usually ends with wilbur just accepting it and falling asleep on their lap or shoulder

in addition to that bat!wilbur rides on phil & tech's shoulder a lot to avoid walking

in addition to THAT, tommy sees wilbur doing it and just adopts it as his new way to get around.

hostile time! angst!!! wilbur gets hostile the most, but it's not BAD BAD because a. usually he makes sure to have the recommended amount of blood (and if not that he at least reaches the minimum) and b. emduo (and down the line tommy) makes sure he's well fed,,,, BUT for the short period that he is hostile/feral, he's prone to snapping (running off of c!wilbur here) and definitely lashes out more than stays completely aggravated consistently. he's very irritable and quiet when he's not lashing out. it's basically just a game of say the right thing or die DFHDFAS

tommy, during this, sometimes picks the wrong thing! because my guy can't think before he speaks for the life of him! soo naturally even though wilbur has instincts over tommy (which numb the urge to physically harm him) he still raises his voice, touches a lil too rough, etc. etc.

ALSOO in this au, before a vamp becomes feral, they get really tired! kinda like a clueless "i'm conscious...but also not" state. so wilbur (also techno and phil on the rare occasion they get hostile) is overly touchy with tommy and marvels at his tiny body- it's like meeting him all over again. but also some concerning words slip, specifically about blood and turning tommy and just things that make tommy find a way out and back into the wall IMMEDIATELY until 1/2 of emduo steps up and regains his trust.

also along with this sleepy stage, techno's voices (which in this au pop up in the sleepy state mainly but also occasionally—if they do they pop up at random intervals but are LOUD and vicious—after he's become hostile) add to his instincts, but they take it a tiny step up. he gains a hunger, but not like his usual hunger for human blood or his occasional human cravings, more like whenever he sees tommy he knows that he is exactly what techno wants on his plate.

mmh this is a lot of wilbur i want to develop techno & phil a bit more!!!! hopefully i will soon 🤞

#brickquiries #anon brickling #unnamed vampire au #cw vore talk #long post !!!

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mommygrll · 1 year ago

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Filling The Void (With Myself)

Tonight has certainly been a time. Not that I did anything novel or unfamiliar, it's all too familiar. So, story time!

Sometime around midnight I was perusing The Apps, answering messages with the same stock responses I've developed over the years but not seriously seeking to make anything happen. Then, a beckoning, a guy I've fucked around with in the past(happened to take my virginity at 18 as well, kind of an older predatory figure. Goes to show you the kind of things I allow into my life) messages me "I would fuck u right now" "U can't sneak out for half an hour". In the past I've met similar requests with a resolute, if reluctant, "no" but today was particularly unstimulating and I felt particularly empty so I decided "fuck it".

Sneaking out went off without a hitch, my dad's a deep sleeper, but it was a bit more effort than I like to put into my self-destructive excursions. Nonetheless, I persisted. My suitor was waiting for me, after all, and I'd really hate to disappoint.

I reach my destination and knock at the door, just once, I figure he must be expecting me. He takes a little too long to open the door but, eventually, it inches open. My beau, a grown man in his own home, reaches for his phone to show me messages he'd sent me while I was en route.

"He's here" "He's sleeping" "We have to be quiet" "Ok" and finally, "Where are u". I was taking too leisurely of a stroll, it seems, I'd foolishly indulged in smoking a cigarette along the way.

I suppose I may be remiss for not asking but I figure it's implied that, when one invites someone to their home for sex, the intention would be to actually have sex with them. What ensued was me remaining deathly silent, which was not difficult to achieve, as my beau bent me over a kitchen counter and had, well, the good time he was looking for.

I was then silently ushered out and told to text him when I got home, I guess he might care after all. Nonetheless, this was not the only demeaning I'd subject myself to tonight. Buckle in, dear reader.

After sneaking back into my own home and showering off a bit of the shame. I check my texts. I've been, or at least I thought I was, "talking to" this guy for some weeks. To be clear, I thought that some vague level of romance was occurring. For context, I've never been involved with anyone in that way but it's never happened, for reasons you've probably surmised. Anyway, I thought this might be a fun first to accomplish in my 21st year. I'd gone so far as to formally introduce him to my (Jamaican-ass) parents, putting some skin in the game y'know.

So I see a message from this guy and my brain lights up a little. I check the contents and I'm reminded of what we'd been talking about this evening. He's on a trip to another city, to spend time with his "future boo" and I've so demeaned myself as to ask questions like "What's he like?" and respond "Oh, what a catch" as I hear his praises. He genuinely does sound like a cool guy, if the messages are to be believed.

It's at this point that I take some pause. I often take pauses like this, part of my paradoxical nature is my incredible self-awareness but crippling inability to actually make any changes to improve my condition. So not only am I constantly doing things that make me hate myself, I'm aware the whole while, on some level, that I'm fucking up. The results will never give me the feeling I'm looking for.

I mean what kind of fucking cuck am I? I don't really care what a catch some stranger is. I don't even really wanna know about the excursion at all! Most of all, I'm in disbelief that I've been paying constant attention to this guy, helping with essays, homework, studying for courses I've never even taken just in the hopes that he'll like me. I'd hoped that maybe he'd see something in me that I can't see. A worth I haven't discovered. Evidently, he hasn't and I can't really blame him. If I choose to twist myself into knots just for the chance that I'll be chosen, why should he stop me? Isn't my eternity quest for his heart just a product of my own narcissism, anyway?

So, it's time to face facts. None of this is worth the effort, especially not being strung along like a dog for someone who can, and evidently is, doing better.

So, what now? I guess I'll just bask in my nothingness and try to find pleasure in the joys I neglect to chase foregone conclusions.

Ew, gross.

#recoverygrll

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fernrisulfr · 2 years ago

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Yorvul Zoran

Dragonborn (Sapphire) - Warlock (Fathomless) - Marine - Lawful Neutral - Yorvull Zoran

Backstory Concept: Born in a land not worth mentioning by name, sired by the reclusive Yorvull clan, Zoran is a rare Sapphire Dragonborn. Due to this very aspect of their nature, Yorvull is a less traditional Draonborn Clan. Instead of gathering together under the leadership of a Clan Master, they scattered to the four-winds, honouring their name through military service, and gathering only if a particular signal were given; a sign of something truly dire on the horizon. Raised by his sire, they unsurprisingly died in a military conflict before he was of recruitment age. Zoran holds no sentimentality towards that fact however, having merely seen it as giving him greater freedom in choosing his service. Following a bit of wandering, the young dragonborn would join the Marines of a nation he doesn't bother remembering. His loyalty was never to the leadership anyway, but to the marines themselves and their code. For many years following, Zoran worked and trained hard, devoting himself fully to whatever assignment his unit was given. Then, as is inevitable in a career based around conflict, disaster struck. They were tasked with ridding the coast of a crew of pirates. Not the usual ragtag vagabonds the navy dealt with, but a band that had set up a fort on a small island near a trade route. Half of them would sail the ship, driving their target towards shore, and then the fort would lay into them with siege weaponry. The plan to rid the seas of these pirates was simple. Two units striking in tandem, one on land, the other at sea, preventing the pirates from the usual pincer tactic. Zoran was on the sea side of that conflict. They'd gone in quiet, using the low light and fog of the early morning to come in on small ships. Their intent had been to sneak aboard before anyone knew what was happening; but then the sea itself seemed to shift. In seconds it was absolute chaos, their smaller ships being capsized by the churning waters, and the pirates picking them off mercilessly as they were left defenseless in open waters. Zoran likely only survived due to the natural tint of his body masking his presence in the water, and that he was lucky enough to pull himself aboard before the waves smashed him against the hull. For three days he hid in the bilge, surviving off rats and water liquids he could siphon off when no one was watching. On the fourth day, the moon and stars hidden behind the clouds and the deck submerged in darkness, he struck. Carefully, systematically, he eliminated the crew one by one in absolute silence. The deed done, and their worthless corpses shoved overboard, Zoran was met with an unexpected event. The sea began to churn just as it had three days prior, only this time a massive wave rose up from the briny deep, stopping just short of crashing into the ship as two glowing eyes came into view. This was Zoran's first encounter with Olhydra, the Crushing Wave, and Princess of Evil Water. Apparently the pirate crew had been among her favoured for all the destruction and murder they had sown in her realm; and he had just robbed her of their continued service. Of course she could crush him like a crab upon the rocks, but why kill one mortal when she could see many chum the waters? No, if Zoran expected to live, it would be in service to her. He would go beyond her borders, kill in her name where she could not, and make the waters run red in her honour. This was to be a pact sealed with his life, and her eyes would always be upon him. There was no escaping the Well of Endless Anguish, but it would not be without it's benefits. After all, her minion would need the correct tools to end lives.

Olhydra Princess of Evil Water (Patron)

Notes: Intended for a One-shot to try out Gem Dragonborn and Fathomless Warlock.

Appearance: 6′4, 235 Lbs. Eyes are Blue-Purple with six lines. Sapphire Blue Scales. Has a short triangled snout, and a crest of three “horns” that look like crystal shards jutting back from his head. His tail also possesses several of these “shards”. Wears a blue naval jacket over more standard leather armor. Wields a Boomerang and several daggers belted to his body.

#dnd #D&D #Dungeons and Dragons #character concept #personal #sapphire dragonborn #gem dragonborn #dnd warlock #fathomless warlock #dnd marine #olhydra #princess of evil water #Yorvul Zoran

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urhoneycombwitch · 8 months ago

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okay aheeem heem here u go <3

newly-graduated professor Steve with Robin at his side (she’s still in school, going for another masters), checking out the library at the college that he’s just got the teaching position at. and Robin is spinning in dramatic circles with her arms wide like “wooowwwww I will come visit you and procrastinate on my thesis papers so much heeeeere :’) ”

she’s not being quiet enough because students from different tables are shooting her dirty looks. and Steve tugs at her elbow to get her over to the help desk, so embarrassed, “Robin would you please behave, I’m a teacher here now” but there’s no bite to it and she’s snickering at him until the librarian behind the help desk turns around and changes the trajectory of Steve’s life forever.

it’s literally like time screeches to a halt for him. freeze-frame. there’s the love of my life, gonna marry her and have kids and a mortgage with her, montage. jaw-dropping. cartoon-heart eyes bugging out over you. (you thought he was hot, too, but you like when Steve tells his side of the story best <3)

what happened in real time before Robin’s eyes was her best friend stuttering a lot, no actual words coming out, just a faint sort of babble. about nothing. an absolute nosedive. (Robin is also partial to telling her memory of that moment).

after nervously shoving the dark frames of his glasses up on his nose, Steve blurts out, “uh- hey. hi. Steve. That’s me. I wanted to ask where ecology resources are located.”

(he didn’t actually. he forgot why he came and just read the first thing he saw on the reference poster over your shoulder.)

“I think…” you squinted at him, like you were thinking but trying to loop him into your thoughts (a trait you still have to this day, Steve finds it wildly charming), his heart kicking up fast under so much direct attention from you. “If I’m recalling correctly, it’ll be in the 500’s.”

You sneak a glance over your shoulder, then nod back at him with a helpful smile, digging around in a drawer while you say- “Yep! That’ll be in Natural Science. You’ll wanna look for the 500’s- here’s a map of the library.” and you hand over a bookmark-shaped blueprint.

Steve blinks, rapidly, really feeling out of his depth, suddenly feeling so inadequate and off his flirting game, hasn’t had time for anything but grad school until now. he shoots anyways, hands twisting around the paper- “mind waking me to it?”

and sonofabitch if he didn’t score. it works. you giggled and said a soft “sure” and Robin fake gagged and said she was gonna ditch you two to go look at the archives and now you and Steve are walking arm and arm down an increasingly emptier wall of books.

“ecology section is the next shelf over but…” you grin over your shoulder while leading. Steve grins back, easy and sure, excitement and hopefulness whooshing to the forefront when you finish with a wink- “this section is a bit more private.”

caged in on ether side, the already-quiet noises of the library are dampened and far off. you can hear Steve’s steady breathing, leaned up against the opposing bookshelf, auburn lock of hair flopping over every time he dips his head to laugh at a joke you tell. he’s an excellent flirt. (it didn’t take long at all for you to feel that flutter. that bone-deep crush settling in.)

and after you can’t stall any longer, you start to leave back to your post, saying “if there’s anything at all you need, come find me, m’kay?” and he lets you get a few yards away before he says your name, all soft.

“there’s something I need. well- it’s something wrong with this bookmark, actually.”

you turn back, half-intrigue, half-frown. Steve waves it in the air, faux-perplexed- “Yeah, it, uh- it doesn’t have your number on it. for some reason.”

and you give the most long-suffering sigh. close your eyes for a brief moment. (the first of many times you will take this posture in front of your future spouse.) “You know what, Harrington, I’m gonna let you have that one.”

and he gives an enthusiastic fist pump while you stalk back over to him, pointing an accusing finger- “you can have it if you promise to come up with a better second line.”

Steve mimes locking his lips, throwing away the key. He hands you the bookmark as you reach for the pen behind your ear, then tells you: “I’ll read the dictionary back and forth to come up with a more… eloquent pickup. I can do better, and I will- I bet I can find a dictionary in the good old… 800’s.”

after a brief pause to look at the bookmark caught between two different hands (Steve still has the original one from that day bc he is a sentimental sap. used it as a bookmark the day he read you his vows <3), Steve taps the tiny “Literature” label then lets go. then gives you finger guns.

and it’s so dorky but you’re already so head over heels for this sweetie (and he looks soooooo great in slacks and cable knit sweaters and loafers btw still does!!) that you just laugh and say “That was a good one, Steve. much better.”

and you give him your number :) end meet cute. commence cute beginning.

do u guys wanna read something I wrote out last night in a fugue state completely unprompted messy style. first meet-cute of professor!steve x librarian!reader. backstory for girl!dad Steve. is this still the Website of Dreams. just checking

#dad!steve harrington #dad!steve x mom!reader #origins #dad!Steve: backstory #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader

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heartysworld · 2 years ago

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An unusual union || Daemon Targaryen x Reader

A/N: This is another request. I hope whoever asked about it is going to enjoy it! I really like how this turned out I hope you guys think the same!

MASTERLIST

The day your father inherited Casterly Rock his own game began. Even before your older brothers were born, he had already started planning his kids future, yours as well.

Your oldest brother, Luceis Lannister was going to be your father's heir, your other older brother was marrying to the daughter of Lord Frey, making them powerful allies. By the time you became of age your brother's already had families of their own and now it was your turn.

The original plan for you was to be wedded to the middle son of House Greyjoy. Your father's plans were going exactly as he wanted. He was surrounded by allies and fortune. You were just another pawn in his political game,and you hated him for it.

Your father had taken you along with him on his visit to King's Landing. He had important political matters to take care of,as he stated, and he wanted you to be in his eyesight as much as possible,given your rebellious nature.

Your stay lasted two months. During those two months you had given yourself in to the desires of life. That included sneaking away at night, walking around the city freely, sneaking away some of the alcohol that was served in your father's chambers and enjoying its taste hidden in the Palace gardens. However, everything must come to an end at some point. You knew you had gone too far when you woke up not in yours,but in Prince Daemon's chambers. The man in question was sleeping beside you,his lower half covered by the bedsheets while he had you in his arms. Looking at your naked form you froze, memories from last night rushing in your head.

As much as you admired the Prince you knew that this couldn't happen again. Gods forbid if he happens to get you pregnant. Your father won't hesitate but take your and the babe's life away.

Daemon was on another wave, however. The white haired Prince did not stop pursuing you around court till the remainder of your stay. At first you were scared, jumping from your seat every time the doors of your chambers opened, fearing it might be your father who had found out about your midnight shenanigans. Thankfully he suspected nothing, and with Daemon's confidence he found his way in your chambers every night after that. Daemon never said it out loud,but he was captivated by your beauty, wanting nothing more than to freely speak with your father and ask of your hand in marriage,but he couldn't. He was still married to the Lady of the Vale,and his brother would never allow him to take another wife. His love would have to remain hidden, despite the wild nature of the Prince.

On the last day of your stay King Viserys had thrown a tournament in his future heir's honor. Queen Aemma was still yet to give birth, but her husband was already celebrating blindly. Daemon was one of the participants and so far, he was winning. Your soul almost left your body when he asked for your favor during one of his turns. With the approval of your father you proceeded, throwing the small hoop of flowers and feather on his weapon. He gave you a smile that had your heart flutter. As much as you hated to admit it, you were falling in love with the Rogue Prince.

It was all going well until Daemon was injured during the last round of the tournament. Your heart almost stopped as you watched him get beaten up into a bloody pulp.

Given the timing,you had no way of sneaking in to pay him a visit,your heart bled for your Prince, knowing that once you leave King's Landing, the next time you visit it would probably be with your future husband.

Your father noticed your unusual behavior but paid no mind to it, but deep down, he knew something had happened for his daughter to act so quiet and reserved.

It was all revealed two moons later, when one of your personal maids revealed that you had missed your monthly twice in a row. Your father was furious, knowing that you had disobeyed him and brought shame on your family name. When he found out who had fathered his grandson he remained in his chambers for two days,not even once coming out or sending for you. You were scared,the days passed and so did your father's silence continue. Your thoughts were full of Daemon,of him and the child you had created together. You wondered if he would come for you if he knew,if he would care about this child.

A fortnight passed with no change, until one morning you were woken up by your personal maid, saying that you had a visitor and your father had sent for you to join them.

Your mind started racing with questions who might this mysterious visitor be. You knew it couldn't be a Greyjoy, you had heard that your father sent a messenger to Lord Greyjoy, with a scroll containing the annulment of your arranged marriage to his son.

You quickly got dressed, your maid had chosen a beautiful crimson colored dress for you, her exact words being "it would suit you,My Lady."

The moment you entered the meeting room you stopped dead in your tracks. There stood your father and across him, Prince Daemon. Almost three moons had passed since you last saw him but your heart once again went crazy when those beautiful violet eyes met yours.

"Father." You started, gaining his attention.

"I shall be the one to speak,Y/N." Your father said, his cold tone making you shut up immediately.

"Yes, please forgive me." You whispered, your body growing stiff.

"Given the fact that everybody in this rooms knows what has happened under the Palace's roof, I don't think we need any introductions or explanations on why we're here. I have invited Prince Daemon here today, to tell him about the results the careless actions the two of you took. A Lannister would never be a bastard born child, I would never allow that,not now,not even after my death. The two of you shall marry, today, not a second later. No King will ever be able to stand in my way of doing what's best for my house and my heirs." Your father said.

His words made your eyes widen. You never expected the situation to go in such direction. Despite how shocked you were, you couldn't help but feel happy. You were going to marry a man who you loved,and who loved you. Your child was going to have a father. Every other possible problem was replaced by pure happiness.

Your father soon left the meeting room, heading on to find the Septon who was to marry you and Daemon at the end of the day. Wasting no time you ran into his hands, your head nuzzling in his chest.

"I never thought I'd see you again." You murmured against his chest while you gripped his leathers with your fists.

"I would've found a way to you no matter the circumstances, my lioness. You leaving did nothing to lessen my feelings for you. Imagine my surprise when a messenger arrived,sent my your father, carrying a letter with your family's crest, saying that you were carrying my babe when you left the palace and it was now slowly growing inside of you. I couldn't leave you to raise our dragon alone,nor could I leave him to be born a bastard." Daemon said. His hands took a hold of your face, eyes staring deeply into your soul.

Hearing his words made you emotional, no one has ever shown such strong affection towards you,not even your own family.

"Don't leave me alone in this world. Never." You said, leaning over to him you kissed him softly.

"Never. A dragon never abandons it's family." Daemon whispered against your lips.

His strong hands slowly found their way on your belly that has started to swell during the last few weeks or so.

"You've given me something precious and irreplaceable, and I shall keep you and our child safe forever." He added.

The ceremony took place at sunset.

You and Daemon held hands as you stood side by side. The septon proceeds to tie a ribbon in a knot around your joined hands (literally "tying the knot"), which symbolizes your union. While tying the ribbon the septon says, "Let it be known that Lannisters and Targaryens are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder." The septon then announces, "In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity." After he says this he unravels the ribbon - the two of you remain joined for the rest of your lives.

The news of the Prince's secret marriage shook the court in King's Landing. King Vyserys was furious at his brother marrying without his consent. But the deed was done, nobody could undo it. Things had calmed down for a while until one day, a familiar red dragon landed in the Dragonpit. From Caraxes' saddle Prince Daemon came down with his wife by his side. You were holding a small bundle in your hands, your son was sleeping quietly near your chest.

People were happy to see their Prince again after his long absence. They were even more delighted to find out the babe he had fathered was a boy. The nation was happy that there was a male born in the Targaryen family,after the death of their Queen they needed some hope to help them keep going. The Council didn't react the same as the nation, however. The King was filled with jealousy, his brother fathered a child the first time he slept with you while he was left a widower and without an heir after being married for ten years.

The Hand of the King could do nothing either,he had already married his only daughter away, depriving him from the opportunity for her to become the new Queen. The newborn was a shock to everyone, but this is what Daemon wanted. It was the best thing to do until you give birth safely.

It was now night time. You and your son, Aemon were settled in what used to be Daemon's private chambers. Your husband had been called to an emergency Council meeting, leaving you alone with your child. You were anxiously waiting for him to return when the doors of your room opened, revealing Daemon.

He had a cocky smile nestled on his face. That was your sign that it had gone well, at least for him.

"What happened?" You asked while wrapping your arms around his back.

"They want to call a Great Council. With Vyserys having no heirs and me, who just came back with one,they want the nation to choose their ruler with the present opportunities. Our son might become King,Y/N. Not just a Prince,a King- the beholder of the most powerful seat in the realm." Daemon explained.

Hearing his words sparked a new hope in your chest, the baby you had thought would grow up as a bastard now had the chance of being named heir of the Iron Throne.

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