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heeheesang · 5 months ago

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ɾiȥȥɱαƚch | friends day!

(mentions of punching! and blood!)

“hey guys..! sorry for coming late,” i apologised as we walked up to the group, making eye contact with everyone but harua. “fashionably late..! look at the outfit, you ate and slayed!” pharita exclaimed as i blushed and looked down.

“soo.. let’s get this party started?” minju announced as we all yelled and ran into the mall with laughters. we were divided into two groups. first group was ricky, jungwon, minju and pharita. second group was wonyoung, riki, harua and myself. we agreed to have fun before meeting and cooling ourselves down by watching a movie at the cinema.

“why do you look so nervous, pretty?” riki suddenly asked when he realised i was walking behind the three of them. i smiled, “nothing much… just worried about our friends if they… don’t get along well.” i lied, riki pulled on my wrist to make me stop walking and face him as he bent down to even out our heights, “princess… i’m sure everything will be fine, yeah? don’t worry alright?”

i nodded my head as he smiled warmly at me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder as we walked behind the two. it was obvious that wonyoung was trying to get something out of harua, but he wasn’t budging. riki and i on the other hand, were window shopping as we slowly walked down the shops, smiling as saying random things such as, ‘that’s us!’

“i need to use the restroom real quick,” riki said as the three of us nodded, wonyoung leaving soon enough to the restroom as well. it was just harua and i left so i took my phone out and scrolled through my twitter page.

“pretty, huh?” a voice called out from behind my shoulder as i yelled and hid behind harua, which i wasn’t so sure why as well. it was him, anton.

“don’t hide behind me.” harua harshly said as he pushed me towards anton and made sure i was in anton’s arms before anton tried to drag me away despite my yelling.

passerby’s saw and ignored, whispering into each others ears as i yelled continuously. “stop yelling, pretty girl…”

“stop..! anton..! fucking let me.. go!” i yelled out as i tried to bite his hand but he slapped me across the face, “and who are you to—“

“she said to fucking let her go didn’t she.” riki suddenly appeared out of nowhere and pushed anton to the ground, holding my wrist and pulling me behind him. his tone was filled with anger and his ears were red. i could basically see a dragon in front of me, but because of my cloudy eyes, i wasn’t able to.

“there he is.. her prince charming..!” anton smirked as he walked closer to riki.

“get closer to me and i’ll push you off this level, anton.”

“and if i don’t? i just want my girl back.”

“first off, she’s not your girl and she never will be, ever again. second of all, you should really get out of here and never disturb us again or else.” riki threatened as he gripped onto anton’s collar and lifted him off the ground slightly.

“woah.. scary..! almost peed my pants. i’ll be back for you yn, i always will. this time, with a plan and a partner.” anton immediately ran off once he was on the ground again.

riki on the other hand, immediately turned his attention on me. “are you okay princess? did he touch you anywhere? did he hurt you? where did he come from? gosh, i’m so sorry i should’ve came out faster and i shouldn’t have left you alone. i’m sorry i couldn’t be any faster princess. i’m so sorry pretty,” riki said as i hugged him tightly.

“i’m fine now riki, thank you. and you didn’t do anything wrong so don’t apologise okay? i shouldn’t have been alone with harua after seeing— nevermind.”

“what princess…” riki pulled away from the hug as he pulled me to a seat nearby.

“i saw harua… and anton when we arrived earlier on… he was like passing anton some money, and i didn’t want to tell you because he’s your friend and i don’t want to break your friendship or anything like that and— and he pushed me closer to anton just now… i tried to hide behind him but he just pushed me towards anton…“

“oh princess… my poor ynnie… i’ll talk to harua. do you still want him to be around or shall we just call it a day..? we can always have gatherings another day…” riki asked as he wiped my tears and smiled sweetly at me.

“i don’t want the perfect day to be ruined so… let’s just go on.”

“i promise to be by your side at all times princess.”

“i like you riki.”

“i like you even more, ynnie.”

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angel-eyes05 · 1 year ago

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bite the hand (chapter 1)

pairing: spider-woman!oc x miguel o’hara

summary: lorena's whole world was taken away from her in the blink of an eye, after she accidentally broke a canon event. lucky for her though, she was able to find a portal watch in her dimension and used it to get out before she glitched out of existence. unfortunately though, running from dimension to dimension, she's been named as an anomaly by the spider society. now, she's constantly on the run from them, their leader in particular. when she eventually gets caught though, she's recruited onto a mission to catch another anomaly who might be from her past. to her dismay though, her partner on this mission is her very captor. will she be able to stop arguing with him for long enough to get the job done?

info: enemies to lovers, maybe a slow burn depending on chapter count, oc is 24 and miguel is 27, both oc and miguel are super sad lmao, they're also both super violent so, they also hate each other what a slay, in regards to my oc you can read her character sheet right here

warnings: there might be spoilers for atsv in this so watch the movie before reading this, emetophobia, violence, blood mention, fangs

word count: 2.5k

notes: i'm super excited to start this series!!! i'll also be posting a copy of this on ao3 cause i wanna start sharing my work there too so i'll put the link up here when i post it. also if you see me use "you" instead of "she/her" just ignore it i probably missed it while proofreading and it's instinct lol

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The stuffy air from inside the bag her head was under nearly suffocated her before she could wake up. Her breath was hot and shoved towards her face by the bag, causing her to sweat a little. As she slowly woke up, she found herself unable to move her arms and legs, bound to the chair by her wrists and ankles. She tried to wriggle herself around, the rope bounded so tightly she could feel herself losing circulation, but it was in vain as she quickly felt a striking force against her ribs as a result. Lorena in her chair was knocked to the ground. The bag was removed from her head, exposing her to the harsh, fluorescent lights in the room.

Another kick was sent to her stomach, knocking a nasty cough out of her. All she could see right now as her eyes were still adjusting was the two feet standing in front of her face. She spat some of the blood forming in her mouth onto the freshly cleaned black shoes. She winced as her head was pulled up to face the man in front of her by her hair. His cold, dead, blue eyes shot daggers into her fiery brown irises. “You’ve turned into quite the problem, haven’t you child?” the old man spat at you, his breath stinging your eyes. “Well maybe you should be nicer to your guests,” Lorena panted out, still recovering from the two kicks. The man nodded to someone behind her and her chair was pulled up to a sitting position.

Lorena grunted as her head was yanked back by whoever was behind her. “Come on Armando, I said I would get you the money, and I am! My guy’s just taking a little longer than usual,” she nervously blurted out, seeing Armando further up in the room by a desk of torture weapons. She wasn’t going to give him the money any time soon, and he knew it. She barely had any money to buy herself food.

Lorena had been stuck on Earth-523, her safe zone, for the past week. Normally, she would be out within a day or two. But with her portal watch broken, she had no way to get out. And she had been glitching a lot recently. Glitching bad. She had asked Armando, a black market dealer she had previous history with, for parts to fix the watch. She had forgotten about how much money she owed him though, and when she failed to have it with her when she asked for the favor, she was knocked out and taken to whatever bunker she was currently in.

She had honestly gotten tired of hopping between so many worlds like this. She had been doing it for the past couple of months and it was draining her. She missed the stability of a home. Her home. Earth-2497. But she couldn’t go back now. It was physically impossible. She watched everything she knew and loved glitch out of existence while she just ran through her portal. Instead of dying a noble death alongside her people, she just ran away. Like a coward. Now she was being chased for it. That was another reason she needed her watch fixed.

Their appearances were becoming more and more frequent. People who looked just like her. She could sense her connection to them. One of them, a woman riding a motorcycle and big yellow sunglasses, said that she was. Lorena had experienced similar things to the others. Like the death of her tio. And then the death of her boyfriend. Her struggles were the same as theirs. But she wasn’t supposed to be here anymore. She explained that Lorena “broke the canon”, whatever that meant.

A man with multiple mechanical arms, almost like an octopus, had come through an orange portal and began wreaking havoc on New York City. Lorena had stopped him, but too early apparently, according to the woman. The man was supposed to kill Captain Stacy, the father of her best friend. But since he hadn’t been killed, she had accidentally ripped a hole in the space time continuum, or something, consuming and ripping apart her entire universe. She was supposed to die with it. But she hadn’t. She ran away. Now she was considered an anomaly. The woman described that most anomalies were sent back to their worlds after they were captured. But Lorena had no world to go back to.

“So what’ll you do to me then?” Lorena asked the woman.

“.....I’m not sure.”

That was enough to convince Lorena to start running. The different Spider-Men would pop up about every week or so. But the gap had been closed to around every day now. She had gotten a break this past week while her watch was broken, what she assumed to be some kind of break from the universe or something. But she knew it was only a matter of time until they found her again. Until he found her again.

Lorena had only been chased by him twice before. But both of those times, she had only escaped by a narrow margin. He looked significantly different from the other variants, sporting a mainly blue suit with a weird red symbol in the middle that warped around to his back. He was tall also. Really tall, with huge, broad shoulders. Lorena couldn’t help but wonder what he looked like under his mask, having not seen his face before. But no matter how much she would probably ask him out if they met under different circumstances, Lorena was terrified of him. She had left both chase sequences with him with enormous gashes on her from his sharp talons. She honestly wondered if he was actually human.

She was brought back to reality when she saw Armando walking back from the table. In his hand was a metal rod, the end of it a scorching orange. Lorena scrambled around in her seat, her head still yanked back. Fuck this is bad, she thought to herself. An idea suddenly snapped into her head.

She rarely used them, as they normally ended up harming her too in the end, but she would rather be burned by her own acid webs once than by this hot plate repeatedly. She repositioned her wrists, pointing one of them out. She braced for the pain. Suddenly, four strings of a radioactive green acid web shot out of her wrist, breaking the rope around her hands and wrapping around the thigh of the man holding back her head. He screamed out in pain as the acid melted through his leg. With him and Armando distracted, Lorena quickly broke out of her ankle restraints, ripped the hot branding stick out of Armando’s hands, and pushed it deep into his face. He let out an inhuman scream and quickly passed out from the pain. She then used the stick and smacked the metal against his partner’s head, knocking him out too.

Lorena stood to catch her breath for a second, bracing her side with her right arm from the pain in her ribs. She hoped they were just bruised, and not cracked. She then took off the gloves from her suit to examine the fresh acid burns on her left wrist. She had developed a bit of resistance from the pain, having had to use them so much recently since she’s been without web fluid for months now, but it still stung a bit and left quite a mark on her skin.

She stripped Armando of his long sleeve t-shirt and sweatpants to cover up her suit, and shoved her mask into the pockets of the pants, before walking outside the door into the night.

She was almost immediately soaked to the touch as the rain poured down on the city. The large t-shirt, absorbing all the water falling onto Lorena, only put extra weight onto her damaged ribs. She struggled to walk through the street as she continued to cough blood into her hand. Fuck, this was bad. Maybe her injury was worse than she thought.

Things only got worse when she suddenly felt her heartbeat speed up. Goosebumps flooded over her body and she was nearly paralyzed from fear. Her spider-sense was kicking in. Jesus, what is it now. She looked into the alleyway next to her to see if that's where the source of her fear was coming from. Her suspicions were confirmed correct when she saw an orange glow interrupt the darkness in the back of the alley, and a red spike ripping through it. She nearly left her heart behind as she immediately started to bolt down the sidewalk.

Great, just my fucking luck, she thought to herself as she ran. The one day I’m in horrible shape to fight is the one day he shows up to get me. Lorena didn’t need to look behind her to know the man was already bounding after her. She didn’t have any web fluid, and her acid webs would cut through the poles, so she was given the disadvantage on the ground this time. She threw her mask on her face from her pocket, that way so in case she did get caught, she could at least keep the dignity of her identity to herself. Her running was desperate and sloppy, her red hair slipping out from the back of her mask and almost slipping in a puddle when she turned a sharp corner.

She could feel her heart rising into her chest and her ribs cried out to her in pain, begging her to just stop and accept her fate. But she wouldn’t go down like this. She couldn’t. She needed to keep going, no matter how much blood she was coughing up while running. She could hear his feet splashing in the puddles behind her as she made her getaway. He was getting closer. She wasn’t fast enough. She needed to do something if she wasn’t going to get caught. And fast.

Desperate for a way out, she ripped her right glove off of her hand and jumped around to shoot an acid web at her chaser. The split second she could see him while turned around frightened her beyond belief. The man was chasing her on all fours, like some kind of wild dog. His claws dug deep into the concrete floor for extra traction from the rain. Yeah, there’s no way this guy was human. She shot the web out of her wrist, burning her more than usual, and aimed for his face. If she was going to shoot for him now, she needed to try to go for the kill. Before the web was even fully out of her hand, she was back facing forward and running. Fuck, did that mess up my aim? She didn’t have time to think about that now. She didn’t even look back to check. She just kept running.

The low scream from him at least meant that she hit him, which was enough for her right now. Her high came crashing down though when she turned another corner. Suddenly, a shattering agony rattled throughout her body as she became a jumble of neon colored parallelograms, all of her atoms splitting apart in a split second. She quickly fell to the floor, shaking in pain. But she still had to fight. Lorena used her arms to crawl into an alleyway into the darkness. If she couldn’t outrun him, she could at least try to hide. She lowered her head to the ground though when she heard puddles lightly splashing behind her. Footsteps. She didn’t hit him hard enough. It was all in vain.

She could hear his pants above her, as she turned her head around to see him standing right above her body, like he was admiring his achievement or something. She still tried to crawl away though. She didn’t matter if it made her look stupid. She still had to try.

Lorena stopped though when she felt him web her hand to the ground though, too tired to keep going. The bright red, glowing web illuminated the darkness of the alley. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him reaching his massive hand down to her. He roughly ripped her mask off her face, exposing her to the outside world. She began to cough again, so much this time, that she ended up losing her limited breakfast. The puke sits next to the man's feet, more blood than partially digested food. He stared at her in disgust. Then he finally speaks. The first time he has to her ever.

“This is the one who’s been causing us so much trouble?” he said, as if it was supposed to be more of a genuine question than an insult. His voice was beautiful. A rich, low, dark tone that rolled off of his tongue smoothly. She could see a small avatar pop up next to his shoulder, illuminated in a yellow aura. “Yup, this is her. Lorena Reyes, Spider-Woman from Earth-2497,” the woman avatar responded. “Huh,” he said, crouching down next to her head. “Thought she'd put up more of a fight.” That one was an insult. “Maybe you just caught me on a bad day,” she croaked out. He looked at the puke next to her. “I can see that.” Lorena started to glitch again, letting out sparse pants once her atoms stopped separately. The man sighed. “Let's just get this over with.”

What he did next took Lorena by surprise. He flung his strong leg over to the opposite side of her body and lifted his mask up to just over his nose, still concealing his eyes from her view. Lorena stared at him confused, too tired and in pain to do anything right now. What she could see from his face was gorgeous. His perfect nose, the slight pout in his plump lips, and his rich skin tone. He placed his hands on her head, one holding the nape of her neck, and the other pushing her head back.

Then they came out. His fangs. A slight fear washed over her body when she saw them. Was this vampire man about to kill her? Then he sunk them into the skin of her neck. She flinched slightly. What on earth was he doing? More fear entered her when she found she was quickly losing feeling in her feet. It slowly moved up her body. Then her legs. Then her hands. Then her arms. Her nerves being attacked by some kind of paralytic venom. It was most likely coming from his fangs. She felt slightly lucky that she still had feeling in her neck though, especially when he removed his fangs from her neck, and used his textured tongue to clean up the blood. It was warm and comforting to her. Then her neck lost its feeling. Lorena was quickly grateful for the venom when she found herself glitching again, but not feeling any pain from it.

She could feel herself passing out next. As consciousness left her body, the last thing she saw was the man lifting up from her neck and wiping her blood off from his mouth.

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#fanfic #spiderman 2099 #fanfiction #fem!reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #miguel o'hara x oc #spider man #spiderverse oc #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderverse

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livvyofthelake · 1 year ago

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movie may RANKED worst to best i think is more fun so let’s go <3 ok there’s only 30 because i didn’t feel like including the comedy special in the ranking. anyway.

30. starting off DEAD LAST NO CONTEST. not another teen movie (day 16 pt 1). it was bad. movie that claims to critique misogynistic tropes in teen movies while upholding a worse more disgusting misogyny. wow. also i didn’t laugh once. however i do think chris evans should have been contained to this genre instead of superhero movies this is literally where he belongs. anyway. movie was bad

29. friday night lights (day 5). listen the show isn’t the best thing ever but truly this movie made it look genuinely groundbreakingly progressive. i don’t really even remember this movie but i remember that it sucked

28. after ever happy (day 15). easily the second worst after movie.

27. all the wilderness (day 27). frankly. i don’t know why i watched this it wasn’t on my list it just has a guy in it. anyway it wasn’t that good but it wasn’t the worst thing i’ve ever seen

26. naked singularity (day 24). movie based on a book i didn’t read and i feel like the book is probably much better and makes way more sense. but john boyega is kinda fine soo…. also my buddy bill skarsgard was there. and olivia cooke. and she was hot. there are worse ways to spend 90 minutes. see number 30.

25. romeo and juliet 2013 (day 17). julian fellowes tries to ruin romeo and juliet. fortunately there was enough slay in the flop that it didn’t suck that bad. my friend benvolio :)

24. the lost girls (day 30). like if the sisterhood of the traveling pants was about wendy darling. and bad. but bad with a Vision. feminism win also. love it when women can’t act

23. three months (day 8). not good but made me cry so. and troye sivan was there

22. 80 for brady (day 11 pt 1). LOVE comedies about old women!! who are WEIRD about that man!! (tom brady). yeah it was as bad as you expect it to be but it was fun <3

21. footloose (day 19). there was so much flop in this movie. and yet there was enough slay to even it out in the end. i loved ren and willard’s gay little dance lesson montage so much…

20. shakespeare in love (day 29 pt 1) if a good movie was bad. if a bad movie was good. yeah

19. the count of monte cristo 2002 (day 22) some would call this movie bad. they’re right of course but also WRONG AS HELL. you had to be there. teenage henry cavill is there and that’s not even the weirdest part

18. merlin’s apprentice (day 13). HATERS will hate this two part three hour miniseries. they did not understand it though. first of all the two romantic leads of this got real life married after they met here and now have three kids. and one of them is meghan ory of abc’s once upon a time fame. so love is real jot that down

17. game night (day 4) FUN movie. and rachel mcadams was there

16. the beguiled (day 18). i liked the part where they killed him :) also i think sofia coppola slayed the aesthetics of this so i will never be watching the original peace and love xoxo

15. murder mystery 2 (day 23). i had SO much fun at the adam sandler jennifer anniston murder mystery sequel….

14. moxie (day 16 pt 2). very good movie for what it is, i think it should be required viewing for all teenage girls. however if you expect it to be really deep and a Perfect representation of feminism… you’re asking too much lmao.

13. the craft (day 3). loved it however i think those girls should have lezzed out wayyyy more also i hated the boyfriend stuff

12. dating amber (day 9). movie made me cry like a little baby so fuck this movie but also yes it was very very good and i WOULD recommend

11. the guernsey literary and potato peel pie society (day 11 pt 2). too many downton abbey actors but it’s pretty good anyway! sad though. however the primary reason i’m ranking it so high is because of how they did the end credits. some movies have a post credits scene, THIS movie has the characters talking and laughing over the credits instead of music it’s so slay seriously watch it it’s so good

10. promising young woman (day 28). well you all were there when i watched this. it was. an experience. some thing i didn’t mention however that i liked was how we never see nina at all but her presence hangs over the entire narrative and informs everything. her seymour slaughterhouse rulez swag. her laura palmer realness

9. palm springs (day 14). it was just cute! and it made me cry. and my buddy was there. can’t divulge more info than that i don’t like to talk about that but. well. always fun to hang with the old pals!

8. cyrano (day 29 pt 2). MASSIVE SLAY. what if there was a movie like 2017 beauty and the beast but it was really actually good and didn’t have an over abundance of cgi. sorry i keep making that comparison it’s just real yk. except that the beast kind of sucks and cyrano would literally never. he’s a feminist

7. not okay (day 12). caroline calloway was in this. the movie about an influencer scammer with depression… also it’s insane

6. crazy rich asians (day 25). yeah i’ve seen this movie before so maybe i shouldn’t have put it in my ranking but i just like it <3 THE movie to watch with your mom this summer! for the 5th year in a row!! god my mom loves this movie, you would not believe…

5. the map of tiny perfect things (day 31). goes so crazy…. like. what if we broke the time loop with love…… holy shit….

4. practical magic (day 2). LOVED the witch movie about men dying!! ty and livvy could do this also. that’s not relevant to the movie being good though. i LOVE you sandra bullock and nicole kidman!!!!

3. freaky (day 1). literally an insane slay. whoever thought of this concept needs their shit sucked so serious. sorry for saying that in that way i just really believe in it… and kathryn slayed… and also, and i didn’t even expect him to, vince vaughn slayed really hard as well…. also i loved the love interest boy soooo much he literally wanted to kiss her so bad he did it WHILE SHE WAS IN THE KILLER’S BODY. ok freak.

2. moonrise kingdom (day 21). i loveddddd this one…. this is the only movie may movie i’ve already started rewatching i just want to hang out with it…. i want to eat this movie like a buttery flaky perfect croissant. i also want to swim in it. it’s complicated. i loved it though <3 also it was soooo emma and jules core

1. the secret of moonacre (day 6). GIRLFANTASY WIN!!!!! this was a perfect film for me… it has EVERYTHING. AND the protagonist has a gay boyfriend. AND it was directed by my close friend gábor csupó. of jess fame…. it’s so good it’s so everything to me. i need to acquire it on dvd immediately but i haven’t yet… i can’t recommend it because if any of you watched it and didn’t feel this passionate about it i would kill myself. but i loved it for me <3

#hm. long ass post. yeah i’ll post it #beth.txt #🤍

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gingerwritess · 2 years ago

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sorry I saw this beautiful fanart and needed to write something for this dynamic so here’s this silly little piece

Eris had never been particularly fond of children.

They were loud. Smelly. Annoying. Pretty rude sometimes, too. Being the oldest with six younger brothers hadn’t helped at all.

The other boys had caught on quick enough: Eris was the oldest. You followed father’s rules, but when he wasn’t around, Eris was the one to fear.

He was perfectly alright with that setup.

Until his mother went off and bore another high lord’s child.

Lucien. The kid was awful. The most annoying of the bunch by far, and absolutely, irrevocably, in love with Eris.

Avoiding Lucien had become a new hobby of his.

He wasn’t very good at it.

Eris had been enjoying the crisp afternoon, one of his rare days left to his own devices, planning to spend it with his hounds, far away from the manor and all his brothers—

But little Lucien followed.

He tried to sneak. Eris walked through the forests, casually gazing up at the redwoods and oaks, pretending not to hear the little giggles as Lucien followed close behind, darting from tree to tree. If not the giggles, crunching footsteps, and loud sniffs from the remnants of Lucien’s most recent cold every few minutes, then it was the shushing that gave him away.

Eris’s hounds were far more interested in Lucien, jumping and barking happily around him, and Lucien loudly shushed them every time.

The sprawling forest thinned in the slightest, opening to a trickling creek through the tree. A thick branch had fallen along it, and Eris slung a leg over it, sitting heavily with a loud sigh.

The footsteps shuffled to a stop behind him.

“Well,” Eris said loudly, pulling one of his daggers from his belt, “I certainly hope there are no monsters in this forest. I’d hate to have to slay a beast on my day off.”

A giggle came from the trees.

Eris couldn’t help how his lips tugged upwards. He whistled through his teeth, picking up a stone and sliding it down the blade.

“Aspen!”

The dog bounded over to him, his first, most loyal of the pack.

“Reveal,” Eris ordered, scratching Aspen behind the ears. The hound barked, tail a blur behind her, and shot into the trees.

All was quiet in the forest for a moment, save the rustle of wind through dry leaves and the sliiink of the stone against his blade—then a yelp, a bark, and a shrieked, “NO NO NO NO NO NO!!”

Aspen dragged a dirt-covered little redhead out by the pant leg and dropped him at Eris’ feet.

Two big, twinkling russet eyes blinked up at him.

“Gotchu,” Lucien giggled.

Sliiink. Sliiink.

Eris raised an eyebrow as Lucien’s smile faltered and he pulled himself to his feet, trying to brush the leaves off his shirt.

“You had lessons today,” Eris said, focus on the blade in his hand. “And yet you’re out here with me.”

“They’re so boring,” Lucien moaned, and flopped to the ground with a sigh to lean against the branch beside Eris’ legs. “This is way funner. Whatcha doing out here, anyways?”

Eris couldn’t fault him that. He’d hated his fair share of etiquette and history lessons, too.

Aspen trotted right up to Lucien and licked up his little round cheek.

He burst into giggles and grabbed the ghost hound around the neck, pulling her into a hug. “I like your dogs, Eris.”

“Same here,” he muttered.

He didn’t know how to talk to this kid.

This half-brother.

There was the age difference, for one thing; Eris was a fully grown adult by the time Lucien was born. Brother, yes, but little Lucien...he was barely six years old, and treated Eris as if he were a god.

And then there was the truth.

The dirty little secret, the sword hanging by a hair above Lucien’s head.

That was the problem with being a grown, conscious fae while his mother was still having children.

He figured out very quickly why Lucien didn’t quite fit in to the Vanserra clan—and he’d barely been able to stomach looking the kid in the eye since then.

“Whatcha doing?” Lucien asked again once Aspen calmed, curled up by his side. He scooted backwards, up onto the branch, until he made it to right next to Eris. He peered over Eris’s arm at the dagger.

“Sharpening my dagger,” Eris said simply, and continued to do so. Smooth, long strokes right along the edge.

Lucien stared, and they sat in silence for a moment. Lucien’s little leg started to bounce.

“I-I have a sword, too,” he announced, jumping to his feet and pulling a small wooden sword from his belt, waving it proudly at Eris. “Father gave it to me so I could fight Ronan. I’m gonna beat him next time he tries to fight me. I’m gettin’ real good.”

Eris grimaced, not lifting his gaze. “I bet you are.”

Lucien cocked his head, bright orange hair falling limp over his forehead. “Are you sad?”

That got him to look up. The kid was gazing so intently at him, his little eyebrows furrowed as he clutched his little wooden sword. Eris’s heart clenched—those were his mother’s eyes. Well, her eyes centuries ago, before Beron made sure they never twinkled again.

“I’m always a little sad,” Eris replied, giving him a small smile. “But we live with it, don’t we?”

A grin lit up Lucien’s chubby face. “I’ve never been sad. I’m always happy, I’m good at it.”

A lump caught in Eris’s throat. That...wouldn’t last long in this place. Hell, the kid still thought Ronan and Hagan and Vulcan were playing pirates, when they’d come at him altogether with swords drawn and he’d run off shrieking to the safety of their mother. Reality would sink in within a couple years.

Lucien reached out and gently tapped Eris on the head with his wooden sword. “Can I help you be happy?”

Eris hummed, flipping the blade to sharpen the other side. “I’m fine, kid. Thank you.”

“Good.” Lucien nodded, still fidgeting with the hilt of his sword. He gave it an experimental swing, big eyes narrowing into a fierce little scowl that made Eris want to laugh.

“You swing with too much elbow.”

Lucien huffed, swinging the sword again, this time right towards Eris, pursing his lips and letting out a quiet “swooooosh” as the wooden sword swung. He tapped it against Eris’s arm—and a grin broke out over his face again.

“Got your arm. Drop your sword, I cut off your arm!”

“Hm.” Eris kept sharpening his blade, a small smile plying at his lips. “You would have gotten my arm, but your sword is too dull.”

“Nuh-uh.” Lucien ran a little finger along the rounded edge of the sword. “I sharpened it last night!”

“Not very well,” Eris chuckled.

“Hey.” Lucien huffed again. “Don’t be mean to me.”

“I’ll be however I’d like to be.”

Lucien only giggled at the threat, then shoved his wooden sword towards Eris.

“Can you sharpen it for me, Eris?”

So much for a day to himself.

Eris sighed, grabbing the wooden sword and setting down his own. “Only if you promise to shut up for the rest of this walk.”

Lucien clapped his hands over his mouth and nodded. “You got it. I’m quiet.”

Eris frowned at the sword—this was ridiculous. One couldn’t just sharpen a wooden sword—much less with a stone.

Oblivious and obnoxious as ever, Lucien bounced on the balls of his feet and tried to smother his grin behind his hands.

Annoying little prick was being pretty cute. As far as kids went, that is.

Eris heaved a defeated sigh, and lowered the stone to the wooden sword.

#lol idk what this is but here #eris vanserra #lucien vanserra #acotar #acotar fanfiction #keeping up with the vanserras

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painsandconfusion-moved-shoo · 3 years ago

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Punishment, Gaslighting, and Aftercare

(tw: emotional manipulation, knives)

“That’s it, let it all out.” Whumper cooed, stroking Whumpee’s hair softly away from their eyes and idly brushing away their tears.

Whumpee jerked away reflexively when Whumper’s hand skimmed down to their throat. “Dont touch me.”

“Whumpee…are you…mad at me?”

Whumpee looked up at Whumper to see their face filled with genuine concern. “Are you kidding me?”

“Look, I know it hurts, but you-”

“You cut me.”

“You needed it.”

Whumpee didn’t pull away as Whumper’s fingers slowly wove back through their hair. It felt nice. Warm and soft in contrast with the sharp hot pain striking down their arm. “I didn’t need that.” It seemed true, but it felt like a lie as it slipped through their lips.

“Oh, Whumpee,” Whumper cooed, cupping Whumpee’s cheeks in both hands and tipping their face up. “Yes you did. You need structure. You need boundaries. You are so so lost right now. I want to help you.”

Whumpee’s tears pooled at Whumper’s fingers, but they didn’t seem to mind; their soft eyes never left Whumpee’s. So close. Too close. Blood dripped warm down Whumpee’s skin. They screwed their eyes shut.

“I don’t need your help. You aren’t Caretaker. It’s not your job.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Whumper whispered softly, “Can’t you see Catetaker is the reason you are so broken?” Whumper pulled Whumpee close in a gentle embrace.

Whumpee’s skin crawled as Whumper’s fingers wrapped around their shoulders, but it was so warm. So soft. So familiar. Whumpee tried to pull back, but instead they choked out a sob and curled into Whumper’s chest.

“There you go, love. Let it all out.” Whumper gripped them tighter as they shook and sobbed, not seeming to mind the blood and tears soaking through their shirt. “Caretaker broke you so badly that you don’t know who you are or what choices to make anymore. There’s so many choices, aren’t there?”

Whumpee nodded against Whumper’s chest, still shaking.

“So many choices. Such a big world.” Whumpee melted into Whumper further as they rubbed their back in soothing circles. “There’s too many thoughts fighting for control in your head. You’re too broken and weak right now to tame them all. But that’s okay. You have me. I can help you.”

Whumper gently but firmly gripped Whumpee’s shoulders and pushed them back. Whumpee let their head drop, eyes still pinned shut, not wanting Whumper to see their ugly crying. Whumper used one finger to tip their face up. Whumpee reluctantly opened their eyes, gazing up at Whumper as they whispered, “You are so weak right now. But I can help. Do you want me to help you?”

Whumpee choked out another sob, but Whunper’s finger under their chin wouldn’t let them drop eye contact, pushing back up when they tried to pull away.

Their eyes locked again. “Y-yes. Please. I’m so tired.”

Whumper gave them small, warm smile. “Of course I will help you. I love you so much.” Whumper pulled Whumpee back into an embrace. Whumpee wrapped their arms around Whumper’s waist, clinging to them pathetically as their sobs started fresh.

“There’s always too many thoughts in your head. They’re all such bad thoughts. Caretaker did this to you. Caretaker lied to you. Caretaker is the reason you’re a sobbing pathetic mess.”

Whumpee felt Whumper’s lips dip down to their ear as they spoke more softly. “But I don’t care. I love you no matter how broken you are. I will never quit. I will never give up on you like they did. We are going to fix you.”

Whumpee shook their head in small, jerky motions. “You can’t fix me.”

Whumper pulled back, taking Whumpee’s hands in theirs. “Of course I can,” they said earnestly. “I’ll give you new thoughts. Better thoughts. Easy thoughts. We will have to start from scratch since you are so far gone, but I promise I will never give up on you. You’ll be perfect again someday, you just need to trust me.” Whumper squeezed their hands lightly. “Give your all to me, and I can help you. Can you do that, Whumpee?”

Whumpee squeezed their hands back. They didn’t deserve this. Whumper had so much to worry about without having to save them. But. Whumpee was so alone. So very alone. No one else cared enough to try…and if Whumper really believed they could fix them….

“Yes.”

Whumper gave them a broad, sparkling smile. “I’m so glad to hear that. We are going to get you all better.” Whumper’s right hand released Whumpee, their fingers trailing up their arm to the cuts instead. “But if I’m going to make you better, you need to learn to accept punishment when you deserve it. It’s the only way you will grow. Do you understand?”

Whunpee’s cuts burned slightly under Whumper’s fingertips. Strangely, they felt freer after the pain. Like a wrong had been righted. A blessed sense of closure. At first it was just pain, but now a calm, thorough exhaustion washed over them in a warm embrace. “I understand,” they said softly, eyes tracing the red gashes in their skin. There was a strange beauty in them.

“That’s good. Now let’s talk about this one.” Whumper stood up smoothly, crossing the room to fetch a washcloth and bowl of water they had prepared and left on the table.

The sudden silence was uncomfortable as Whumpee was left on the floor. The moment Whumper had pulled away, Whumpee felt cold and so very alone.

They tried to mask their discomfort as they scrubbed drying tears away from their cheeks. “What do you want me to talk about?”

Whumper turned back to them, warm cloth in hand, and knelt down. Whumpee offered their mutilated arm up when Whumper held out their hand, palm up.

“I want to make sure you understand why you were punished so you can learn from this experience.” Whumpee winced as Whumper gently dabbed blood away from the edges of the gashes.

“Okay,” Whumpee said, twitching - trying not to pull away. The cloth stung, but Whumper was being so kind, they didn’t want to seem ungrateful.

“So, what did you do wrong?”

Whumpee’s cheeks burned, remembering that afternoon. “I tried to call Caretaker.”

“And why did you do that?” Whumper twisted their arm to wipe the underside.

Whumpee paused, trying to find the right phrasing. “I think I just missed them. I thought they might take me back. I missed how they would-” Whumpee hissed as Whumper’s fingers pressed into a cut.

White hot pain shot up their arm.

They tried to pull away, but Whumper’s other hand locked down in their wrist like a vice. Whumpee panted, trying to writhe away as Whumper’s dark eyes bored into theirs. “You’re hurting me!”

Whumper spoke in crisp clear words, their face flat and emotionless, but their eyes burning. “Dont. Don’t think about them like that. Caretaker broke you. Caretaker set you up for failure time and time again. Caretaker is the reason you are such a mess right now. Those are bad thoughts. And bad thoughts need to be stopped. Do you understand?”

Whumpee blinked back a new round of tears and stammered as Whumper’s fingers pushed further into the cut. They couldn’t pull away, Whumper was too strong. They sputtered, “Yes. Yes! Please. I understand. Please let go!”

Whumper immediately pulled away and placed the warm cloth, soft and soothing, over the gash. It had started bleeding again.

Whumper let out a soft sigh. “I love you too much to let you think things like that. We are going to relate bad thoughts with pain, okay? This will help you correct that confusion - to slay those poisonous thoughts. Does that make sense?”

Whumpee pulled their arm back and Whumper let them this time. They should be mad, right? They should be…something?

All they felt was tired. Tired and relieved.

“Okay.”

Whumper gave that that wide, lovely smile again. So lovely and warm that Whumpee almost smiled back. “See? You’re already learning. You’re already healing. Don’t think I don’t see how hard this is for you. You are doing so well, and I’m incredibly proud of you.”

Whumpee couldn’t help but smile back at that, a blush flooding up their cheeks. “Thank you.” Whumper didn’t respond, raising their eyebrows slightly. That wasn’t enough. “Really, thank you. For this. For everything.”

Whumper grinned even wider. “It’s my pleasure. I’ll always be ready to help you. Never doubt that.” They patted their thighs and stood up. “Now let’s get you to bed. You’ve made so much progress in the past few hours, I’m sure you’re exhausted after such a big day.”

The thought of a warm soft bed made Whumpee realize just how tired they were. Their muscles sagged and complained. Their throat even hurt from screaming and from tears. They must have screamed a lot…

Whumper seemed to read their mind. “Hey now,” they said, taking Whunpee’s good hand to pull them to their feet, “Don’t dwell on it. Your punishment is over. Learn from it and move on. We will get you bandaged up and you’ll be good as new. I think you’ll sleep better tonight after all this. It’s good to go to bed with a clean conscience, don’t you think?”

Whumpee teetered a moment before finding their balance, holding tight to Whumper’s arm until their vision cleared. A bed sounded so nice right now. Properly exhausted, Whumpee agreed they would sleep well. They nodded sleepily and Whumper took their hand.

“Good. Now let’s get you to bed.”

( @missglumcakes-whump got me thinking about caretakers again lol. Though her caretaker are much less…well. Whumpy and awful.)

#who’s down for some gaslighting?#creepy Whumper #intimate Whumper #Whumpee #Whumper #whump story #whump Drabble #torture #torture mention #blood #gore #healing #caretaker #gaslighting #manipulation #cutting #whump #threats

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noneatnonedotcom · 4 years ago

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Dark rwby smut:

Raven has Yang and Weiss hostage and won’t release them. It’s up to Jaune to challenge the bandit leader for the sake of his friend’s freedom.

A knight strode into a bandit camp with purpose.

It sounds like the start of a grand story, some fairytale you’d tell children before bed.

The truth was very different. Jaune Arc had long since abandoned the ideals of heroism. But there was one idea he held onto even now.

An Arc always kept his word.

That’s why he was doing this, he’d sworn to help his friends no matter what and by the gods if he had to take on the most dangerous bandit tribe in fucking Minstral then he would do so. An Arc NEVER went back on his word.

He ignored the squelching mud under his new boots. Or the way his armor sat a little heavier on him than he’d like. The new gauntlets were closer to a robotic hand than the armor most people thought of. A side effect of telling ruby that he was off to save her sister. He’d only just avoided muscle armor. Still, there were worse things than having a suit of armor tailor-made for you by the best blacksmith this side of the afterlife.

It at least let him look the part.

Still, he’d stalled long enough, time to deal with reality.

Raven stood before him.

“You’re a long way from home, boy,” she said, not looking up from the drink she was enjoying. The scantily clad Weiss poured for her. Both her and Yang were chained around the neck.

“I’m here for them”

“Then you have the ransom?” she asked with a raised brow

“Yeah, I'll just be giving it to you in steel rather than gold,” he said, working hard to keep his voice calm as he drew his blade. He didn’t deploy the shield; he'd need the element of surprise if he wanted any chance of surviving this.

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Raven was worried, she’d heard about the arc family, hell she’d gone to school with the boy's father. There was a good reason why the area around the arc ancestral lands was so safe. Everyone who crossed the family died, or worse.

And his mother was definitely worse. A tribal just like her she’d fought Arc to prove a point, now thirty years later she was still a breeding sow for the family. Her warrior stock probably only made them more powerful. And now here he was ready to take her daughter and the Schnee.

If she had it her way she’d just give the boy both and be done with it. They weren’t worth her head. But that wasn’t an option. No, instead she’ll just have to offer something better than the satisfaction of her death.

“Very well boy, I'll take your steel. And if you manage to beat me I’ll even give you my body as well”

She only prayed that the Arc would accept it

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Jaune wasn’t sure what to do, frankly, he wanted nothing to do with a woman who abandoned her daughter but if he didn’t take the deal then he’d likely be jumped by her entire tribe, who had begun forming a circle around the last patch of dry grass that hadn’t been turned to mud from them walking through it.

“Fine,” he said, annoyance in his voice, he just wanted Yang and Weiss back home with the team where they belonged now he’d have to deal with this too.

He took his place across from her, taking his sword in a two-handed grip that his father had tried teaching him when he was a boy. It was Pyrrha who taught him how to fight with a shield. Who taught him to protect others but jaune wasn’t looking to protect here. Only to slay.

There was no signal, Raven just rushed him. Normally he wouldn’t have been able to react to the speed. But months with Nora had taught him to use her peripheral vision. The added context to the attack that was about to hit him prevented panic and allowed him to dodge the blow as an ear-splitting screech tore through the air as dust-enhanced steel met angled armor. It was only sheer luck that let his pommel slam into her chin.

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The boy was strong, Raven had a habit of toying with those weaker than her but for strong opponents, she tried to end it in a single strike. Using her aura to launch herself like a rocket at her enemy then causing another boost of aura to swing her blade fast enough to make a sonic boom like a bullet.

Not only had this jaune blocked it, but in the same fluid motion, he’d counterattacked. And now he was coming at her.

Gods’ why didn’t she just give him the girls?!

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Jaune stumbled forward catching himself just in time to almost run but not quite. Still, he was out of time bracing his shoulder he jumped forward slamming into her gut just as her sword would have split his head.

He’d told ruby he needed a helmet!

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Raven was knocked on her ass and fear began to take hold, she couldn’t die here, this boy, this man was too strong and

NO!

She would defeat him, rolling to her feet she charged as much aura as she could into her blade and swung down, she’d be exhausted but the monster would be dead. Off to the side, she noticed that her daughter had freed herself and the Schnee. That would be a problem but it was too late for her to save her little boy toy.

Just as her daughter screamed the world went white

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Jaune felt more aura coursing through him than ever before. And down there in front of him, on her back trying to crawl away in fear was raven.

“I give up!” she screamed as jaune lifted his sword, “please just take them and go!”

Jaune glared at the woman “I’d love nothing more than to leave your weak tribe and be fucking done with this” he said honestly. The longer he stayed here the more likely it was these guys would jump him. And even if he got lucky with raven he doubted he could take all of them “but unfortunately I made you a promise”

With that, he began to unarmor himself. Taking a step toward the retreating woman with each thunk of the heavy armor falling away until as he stripped his pants and showed off his cock to the world he once more sighed pulling raven back by her legs to him. He hoped yang and Weiss weren’t watching, he was pretty average and didn’t have much to show off. Then again, he didn’t have much to compare him with.

All the guys at beacon refused to shower with him in the locker room

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OF COURSE THE BOY WAS A MONSTER, HE WAS A FUCKING ARC!

He was carrying around a foot of cock and it was surely gonna ruin her. But as Raven tried to crawl away, her own aura utterly depleted she felt him drag her back in front of him by her ankle. Her hands pulling up tufts of grass in vane as she tried to avoid her fate

“Just hurry the fuck up and strip raven, I have better shit to do!” came the annoyed voice of the monster behind her

What?

She froze and jaune growled in frustration ripping her clothes apart and lining himself up with her snatch

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She was tight, that was about all Jaune could say on the subject as Raven squirmed and struggled underneath him. He really wasn’t enjoying this. She was too shallow, too unused to him and SHE KEPT FUCKING CRAWLING AWAY!

Like, he got it, it was probably annoying to have to deal with him shoving himself into her, but damn it this wasn’t his fucking idea. And an Arc always keeps their word, so here he was trying to hold this whining bitch down so he could finish up and be done the entire fucking thing.

Finally getting tired of her bullshit jaune wrapped her hair around his hand and pulled her back into him. She screamed louder as he hammered into her, probably pissed that he was touching her hair like yang would be. Damn it he was starting to lose his boner! Think about Ruby Jaune! Think about that big, bubbly, Rubooty!

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Raven was going to die, she was sure of it, his massive cock was sticking out of her stomach and she could feel her body struggling to accommodate him as he shoved that fucking pillar deep into her. Having already gone as far as her womb.

Then he told her he was halfway in! The fuking idiot didn’t seem to get that there was NO MORE FUCKING ROOM FOR HIM.

She screamed as her body was flooded with pleasure as he pulled her hair. Bringing her back into him as he fucked her like a common whore. Her daughter was watching with her friend and… oh gods he just got bigger!

He must have seen Yang masterbating to this.

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He smacked Raven’s ass, disappointed it didn’t jiggle like Ruby’s when she ran, and struggled to maintain the fantasy. With a grunt, he pushed in deeper and held her there as his first orgasm finally came.

Thank the Gods’

Only two more holes to go.

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Raven thought it was over when she felt herself fill with cum, groaning in relief as jaune pulled out of her now leaking cunt. Ruined for all the world to see. But then she felt herself being pulled up by her hair. And suddenly she was being throat fucked, her vision filled by a sneering Jaune.

She felt herself cum again as he used her

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It was official, raven sucked at this. It was a fucking blow job! How hard could it be? Nora had given him plenty when she was bored on the road and Ren couldn’t keep up with her anymore. Let alone when he imagined Ruby to be able to do it. No, that wasn’t fair. Maybe she was just out of practice. After all, it's not like many guys around here would give her the time of day.

Okay Jaune just lay close your eyes and imagine Ruby, you can do this

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He was thinking about someone else, Raven was sure of it now, the way he kept his eyes closed. The way he tried to force her deeper. Was it Yang? Was that why he was here to save her? She didn’t know she didn’t care. Right now that massive dick was being used for her, it was hers!

Her nose filled with his scent, her tongue slipping out from her mouth to lap at his balls. Oh gods what a man. To take her so utterly. To ruin her and have her be just another of his conquests. She wept with joy as she felt him cum down her throat.

She couldn’t give this up

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Jaune stared down at the clearly delirious Raven, he was a little worried that he’d gone too far as he had forgotten to let her breathe. Normally he’d just wait for the tap on his thigh but she obviously didn’t know about that.

Oh well, just anal left and he could head home with yang and Weiss. He hoped they weren’t too bored.

“Turn around slut,” he said, trying to sound authoritative. He’d heard girls like that, and he was willing to try with Raven since it didn’t really matter if she didn’t like it. Not like he was ever gonna see her again

He was pleasantly surprised to find he was right as he watched Raven squeal in glee before she put herself face down into the grass. Huh… good to know, maybe Ruby would like it if he used his leader’s voice?

Lining up with the older woman’s ass Jaune decided it was about time to wrap this up so he wasn’t gonna go with the slow and steady pace he had before

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Raven’s world was one of sensations alone as she felt her master slam his cock into her ass. Her eyes swam with colors and her body twitched as she felt orgasm after orgasm. Pain and pleasure mixing in a delirious cocktail that her brain drowned in. and her hands, no longer being used to hold her up, Rubbed along the imprint his cock made in her. Trying to give him the same pleasure she felt

Every breath was praise for him.

This was heaven.

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Raven was annoying as hell.

“iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouILOVEYOU!”

“Please just shut the fuck up Raven!” Jaune screamed back as he tried to finish himself off. Groaning in relief as he felt another set of mouths on his balls. Turning around he saw Yang and Weiss doing their best to help him through this chore. They were great friends and jaune owed them for this.

What they lacked in skill they made up for in enthusiasm. And Jaune soon found himself about to cum slamming home in the bandit queen jaune moaned in relief as he flooded raven’s body with his seed. Slowly pulling the still hard cock out of the twitching mess of a woman and letting Yang and Weiss try to clean him up.

Oh yeah, he owed these two a lot. Though he did come to save them in the first place. But that was only to help his friends so yeah, he’d still owe them.

Nodding in agreement with his train of logic, he said out loud “welp time to go home” to his surprise the Raven opened a portal to …. Qrow?

OH HEY, THERE WAS RUBY!

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Ruby was a very happy girl, her sister was safe, as was her bestie Weiss. And Raven had even learned the error of her ways. Yeah, today was great.

It was also great because she was slamming her nice thicc ass back on Jaune’s dick like nature intended. Honestly, what was Raven thinking trying to take a dick this amazing with an ass like that? At least Yang had the common sense to use her tits to get jaune off. And Weiss…. Weiss was willing to help however she could.

So that’s why she let her sister and friend join in on her fun with her boyfriend.

Slamming her ass down on his dick faster, Ruby relished the attention that was on her as Raven whimpered in the corner.

Yeah, Yang and Weiss got to help, but Raven had to study hard if she wanted to be a good slut. That’s why she was being forced to watch her and Jaune go at it for hours on end.

It totally wasn’t because ruby liked putting the snobby bitch in her place. Ruby would never do that.

Moaning in pure pleasure as she arched her back and Jaune came inside her. Ruby smiled before resuming her work with a kiss from Jaune.

And they all lived happily ever after

#rwby #smut #questionable consent #jaune just wants to go home #ruby is a happy girl #you are not immue to hot dorky blonde

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mo2k · 3 years ago

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Imagine…you meeting the kamaboko squad for the first time♥️. (pt.1)

Note.The kamaboko squad include : Kamado Tanjiro,Kamado Nezuko,Agatsuma Zenitsu,Hashibira Inosuke💗

No.1 : Kamado Tanjiro & Kamado Nezuko

Pairing : Tanjiro or Nezuko (up to you! :D) x [fem] reader

Warnings : none again, just fluff💓 (Ok,does slicing demon’s head count as violent?…If it does-well…might have some violent then -_-)

Note-This two siblings…are just so cute asdfghjkmnz-

Synopsis : You were doing your mission as a demon slayer…which is slaying demons…But there was something-ah no,some unexpected people that you’re bound to meet on that dark day which when the moonlight shone down and the stars were glittering across the black sky…

You were just doing your mission-which is slaying demons as usual.It was raining-hard.And you were standing face to face with a demon you’ve been sent to slew…you were standing all alone in this dark forest with a demon…

You’re panting tiredly…why?Well-if it wasn’t for the battle you had earlier with this hideous creature in front of you who gave these nasty little wounds to you…

You got hurt by some bruises,scratches-but the most hurtful one,was the wide wound on your lower stomach…It draws some blood-you didn’t really care about the blood,but what you care is well,damn-yes,you must admitted that it did hurt much more than you thought…It feels like you were in a slow-but painful torture as the time passed by and as more blood dripped…

Even the demon,was also panting slightly-though you know this wouldn’t last much longer.Its eyes-disgusting eyes,were fixed intently on your fatigued frame…

Its expression look suspicious as if its mind was calculating and guessing your next movement…not to mention that its eyes were also stared intensely-hungrily on your open wound…As if it’s getting more and more desperate to finally savour your flesh and blood…You glared back at it…

Then,you take a quick glance at the night sky,you find it almost impossible to keep your eyes open out of all the exhaustion you felt-It was still dark,which means you still have time…The white-silver moon…shone brightly through this black sky and through the curtains of shadowy clouds along with little pieces of glittering lights called stars…

Though the light wasn’t that much but it still at least-allowed you to see things,which only that is more than enough for you.

When you blinked down to this wretched being again…Its eyes still never leaving you as it hissed and lunged toward you.

In return,you gripped your blade tighter-ready to counterattack as you raised your arms above your head to sliced this demon’s neck.Using (your choice of breathing) breathing style.

The demon snarled widely with its sharp claws ready-dying to finally taste you-and you found yourself holding your breath….

But just as you’re about to swing your blade,the demon’s head has fallen to your feet making you froze for a moment… ‘What did just happen?-but I still didn’t do anything!’ You thought,confused and suspicious-but also,amazed and surprised at the same time.

You could do nothing but blinked several time,puzzled at the the demon’s head between your own feet which start to slowly disintegrate into ashes…

Then suddenly,you heard voices calling in front of you…you quickly shot your head to the owner of the voice all the while-raised your blade threateningly at that person,full on guard if this person happened to be another demon…

Turns out-he was a boy…around your age,his hair and eyes are red…and he wears a checkerboard pattern haori…he also have a quite big wooden box on his back…making you wondered what he was carrying…you observed him silently as you narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously….

“Who are you?” You began carefully,he seems stunned and helpless by your threatened movements as he put both his hands up in defense…that’s when you noticed that he also wears the demon slayer uniform and in his right hand-was a black nichirin blade…that was what make you sheath your sword back into your scabbard…but-you still eyed him suspiciously…ready to knocked him out if he did anything bad…

“I-I’m!um-I’m Kamado Tanjiro from the demon slayer corps!Mizunoto rank!” He answered staunchly while also sheathed his blade back…and your blinked one more time before you start to introduce yourself back, “My name’s (l/n) (y/n),I’m also in the demon slayer corps. (Your rank) rank.” You tell him flatly,he nodded before asked you, “Are you alright?”

There was silent going between you for a while,rain was still falling hard from the sky and as it made contact with your skin…you think you’ve got more torture from the cold and wet feelings…but still,you nodded stiffly back at him

“I’m fine…and thank you for saving me from that demon…” you managed out,though you know fully well that you can handle it yourself.

“Are you sure?…” he asked again,and you forced a small smile to convinced him that you’re fine…even though it hurts like hell…. “I’m alright,maybe you should go back and rest….since it’s already very late.Please don’t worry about me,I can take care of myself…” You tried to controlled your voice to be as normal as you can…but you still didn’t know that even if you don’t speak,he can smell it out by himself…

And as he was scanning your form….his eyes had met with the open wound on your lower stomach…that’s when he know you’re not ok,and he can’t just let you go like this.What if you got hurt more?

You can read his worry expression…so you said, “Oh no-I know what you’re thinking.But like I told you I can take care of myself and more importantly,I’m fine-” “No you’re not” he cut you off sternly, “You shouldn’t even walked,let me help you please and I’m extremely sorry for my bad manners.” He stepped closer and you took a step back,prepared. “Wha-” you started slowly,(like he’ll let you finished your sentence-,of course not,duh 😒) But what he did next has caught you off guard-

He just lifted you up,bridal style.Ignoring all the punches and kicks you threw at him,all your protests and objections.You didn’t have that much strength to push him off from how much you’ve lost your blood and you’re starting to feel dizzy…(He’s a strong boi,pls just let him do what he wants UwU) So he just carried you to the closest shelter he could find to hide from the pouring rain,which was a cave.

-Ooh~Did I have to tell you about how red and flustered you looked?✨Well,maybe not lol😂

When you both have finally made it to the cave,he put you down gently before also put the box on his back down and start to rummage to find things under his haori,probably find some clothes to bind your wound that might help to stopped your blood….

“Why did you do that?” You started,and he suddenly stopped his movement and turn his attention to you. You were staring outside the cave,not even sparing him a glance….“Do…what?…” he answered. “Carried me,or should I asked,Why did you help me?” You turn to look at him,and he blinked before look down “Oh…I…I just…I just can’t leave you like that…” He trailed off,before going back to find things…

You sighed, “You don’t really have to do that,we don’t even know each other” You exhaled. “Sorry…” he answered,his expression fell clearly. “But still…” You started again, “Thank you…for helping me” You smiled a bit at him,at that-he starts to bright up again, “With pleasure!” He cheered, “Oh and here,could I see your wound please?”

You slowly stand up and walked towards him,he immediately run in to help you-though you said almost ten times to him that you’re fine. “You shouldn’t stand up like that!At least give me a word before you do anything!” He scolded you,and you just just laugh. “It’s not funny!” He cried. “Yeah,yeah I know…Whatever,go on.Please help me tend the wound.” You offer him a warm smile,which he sighed-but still returned your smile.

Once you’re sat down and he starts to clean the wound…The wooden bow shook and you both flinched. “What-what was that?” You choked out, “Oh,it’s my sister,she’s a demon” he relaxed, “Oh,a sister…Wait,what?A demon?” You whipped your head from Tanjiro to the box,the box to Tanjiro,until the so called ‘demon’ that Tanjiro called his ‘sister’ came out…

Dear goddesss you almost fainted…His sister,forget the the word ‘demon’. She was so cute and adorable,too much than to be one of those wretched demons.Even with that bamboo tube in her mouth she still looked cute <3.And she just looked at you-to her brother,and back to you.

“Ah-Nezuko!This is my new friend,(l/n) (y/n)!She is a good person,you can trust her.But be careful!’cause she’s get hurt by the demon!And (y/n),this is Nezuko.My sister.” Tanjiro called happily with a bright smile.Nezuko blinked at you and tilted her head to the side,when she saw your wound she immediately rushed in to help her brother tend your wound.She huffed as if she wanna ripped the head of the demon who hurt you and you almost gone to heaven when she did that.

You blinked a few time before smiled at her, “Thank you”.And you can sense that she was smiling back,her eyes were sparkling like she was glad that she can help you.

“Ouch!” You cried out when Nezuko wrapped the cloth a bit too tight around your wound, “Ah!Be careful Nezuko!” Tanjiro stopped and help you. Nezuko,poor baby felt so guilty and sad for hurting you,she’s much more gentle after that…🥺

After tending the wound and your blood finally stopped.Nezuko came and wrapped her arms around you gently while snuggle close to you as an apology for hurting you,careful to not touched your wound again this time,you returned her hug with a warm smile and reassured her that she didn’t do anything wrong and that you’re fine.Tanjiro smiled gently at the sight of you two…

Then,you three sat down close to each other,Nezuko sit on your left as she rests her head on your shoulder,sleeping.Leaving you and Tanjiro talked and relaxing at the sound of rain falling and getting to know each other more…Before you both starting to feel sleepy and slowly drifted off to your peaceful slumber…

But still Nezuko cuddled with you all night until morning came and she has to go back to the box to hide from the sun…She demanded a head pat from both you and Tanjiro before she get in though💞She also hugged you one more time before finally get back in too!Looks like she’s very fond of you~💕

When Tanjiro needs to leave for his next mission, he asks you, “(Y/n),do you want to come with me?-” “(l/n) (y/n) and Kamado Tanjiro!You two must go on your next mission together at the Tsuzumi Mansion!” Tanjiro’s crow suddenly came in and starts to squawking orders. “Looks like you don’t have to ask me now~” You teased him-and he laughed. “You’re right,let’s go on our mission then” He stepped out and start to run to his and your next destination under the bright morning sun,you smiled before you start to run after him…

As you do that…Your mind was racing….you kinda have a special thing for both Tanjiro and Nezuko….What is it?…Damn dear (y/n)….who would you choose?…

Hello!♥️How was it lovelies?Do you liked it?Feel free to comments or give me some criticisms!But pls just don’t be rude ok?💌

Now,now,hope you like it dear @yui-san0 @just-pepperbean and @joykamado (my dear Tanjiro stans😂)

Have a great day and take care pls,ily all so much!💝💓💞✨

-With love,BamBam🦢🌙

The arts are not mine!Credits to the artist!❤️

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #anime x reader #@bambam2550🦢🌙#x reader #tanjiro #kamado #nezuko #tanjiro kamado #kamado tanjiro #kamado nezuko #the kamaboko squad #New posts on every Sunday!🌟

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trashytummiez · 3 years ago

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C-Could you write about Kuroo & Kenma from Haikyu? 🥺👉🏽👈🏽

Maybe Kenma has been locked in his room for a few days playing a new game & Kuroo tries to drag him out to grab food nearby because he’s gotta be hungry — they both enjoy food but Kenma gets a little stuffed and burpy but he tries to hide it & Kuroo coaxes them out?

Kenma could've been journeying to the top of a mountain with his guild right now to slay the demon king. He'd been binging through a new fantasy game that had kept him locked up in his room for a few days straight and had Kuroo not dragged him out he'd still be playing right now. Kuroo surmised that with his friend so absorbed in his game he probably hadn't been eating properly which wasn't untrue.

The shy boy was always anxious whenever he went out in public trying to use his bangs to block out everyone around him but Kuroo at least managed to make him feel a little more comfortable. Ever since they were kids Kuroo always had that effect on him after all. That the food ended up being really delicious didn't hurt either.

Perhaps too good because Kenma had ended up eating a lot more than he usually did anytime he and Kuroo went out. Usually it was the raven haired boy who would leave a restaurant feeling stuffed between the two of them. This time by the time Kenma was done eating he had noticed how very heavy he felt.

After lunch they were back both boys headed to Kenma's room to kick back and hang out after a nice filling meal. Kuroo flopped down onto the bed and gave a loud burp. "Ahhh man what a meal!" Kuroo said patting his stomach contently.

Kenma carefully sat down next to Kuroo on the mattress and cradled his tummy. It felt harder and rounder then usual not to mention noisier.

"Ungh I'm so full..." Kenma croaked and feebly rubbed his tummy to try and calm it down.

Kuroo looked back at his friend and saw the look of strain in his scrunched up face. Then he looked down at Kenma's tummy and saw how bloated it looked. "Wow you were hungrier than you thought!"

Kenma could only nod but then he cringed when his stomach gurgled heavily. The shy boy turned his head and held a fist up to his mouth in time to give a sudden closed mouth burp. Then he gave another one right after that was even bigger making his cheeks bulge out for a few seconds. He blushed in an embarrassed way and whined a little when his belly gave another gassy groan.

Kuroo frowned when he heard his friends stomach groaning intensely.

"Sounds like you still got a lotta pressure in there," he said. "Need a hand?"

Kenma clenched his eyes shut and shook his head. "It's alright I just need to let it pass..."

"Why?" Kuroo asked with confusion. "It's just us man. You don't have to hold them in around me."

"S-Someone outside might hear...!" Kenma said with an almost adorable hint of dread.

Kuroo just stared at his friend. "Someone walking by might hear you get a little burpy like everybody else on the planet? How awful..."

Kenma wanted to protest further but he grew even more embarrassed and tensed up when Kuroo just reached over and started to rub Kenma's bulging tummy for him. The boy with long bangs whimpered when Kuroo's fingers ran over the peak of his stomach and down to his lower tummy. It had really rounded out to the point where Kenma's heavier tummy was weighing against the waistband of his pants. So to help Kuroo unbuttoned Kenma's pants and unzipped them too so the boys bloated stomach could expand out freely to fill up the space.

Embarrassed as he was Kenma had to admit that felt really good. And if it had ended there then he may have felt even better.

But instead Kuroo used the added space he gave to squeeze his fingers against Kenma's tight bloated belly. Kenma winced when he felt all that pressure against his tummy work up a sizable pocket of gas. He tried to hold it in but Kuroo pressed down a little harder and made the pocket even bigger.

All poor Kenma could do was throw his head back and give a really loud and strong burp. There was force to it that Kenma was nearly breathless after.

BBWWRAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRROOOOOHLP!!!!!!

Kenma blushed furiously while he huffed. Kuroo laughed heartily. "Jeez man! How much are you holding in??" He asked with great amusement and teasingly gave Kenma's tummy a couple of hearty pats to the center.

The patting also caused Kenma to give another big burp mid-huff. He huffed again and frowned with a bright red blush on his cheeks. But he opened his mouth at the worst possible time since it was just about when Kuroo pressed into his belly once more.

"P-Please stop KurooOOOOOOOORRrrrRAAAAAAAPPP!!!!!!"

As if Kenma wasn't humiliated enough the poor boy ended up accidentally burping Kuroo's name. He immediately covered his mouth with both hands as a deep closed-mouth burp rumbled in his intensely flushing cheeks after. Then he shot Kuroo a glare.

Kuroo shrugged dismissively and grinned cheekily. "Hey look if you're this burpy don't blame me. It just means you have a lot of air in your gut that you gotta let out. Would you rather let it fester and give you a bellyache?"

"At this point yes..." Kenma said carefully trying not to burp in between his words.

Kuroo grinned. "Welp. Too bad," he said and pushed into Kenma's tummy. The resulting burp Kenma released was so rumbly it made his throat hurt a little.

This continued against Kenma's wishes for another minute or two. The poor boy continued burping heavily the more Kuroo kneaded and squeezed his heavy troubled tummy. And each one made Kenma's cheeks redder and redder. He wanted to just shrink into a ball and go hide in the corner of his bedroom after a while.

Though he had to admit all that burping was really starting to make his tummy hurt a lot less from all the pressure being released at once.

Especially after Kuroo squeezed Kenma's belly as hard as he could and made the quiet boy give his biggest burp yet.

BBBRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHRRRUUUUUUURRRAAAAAAAAAAAPP!!!!!!!!!!!!

That one rumbled out of him so hard that he flopped backwards laying down with his arms to his sides and his bulging tummy sticking up. He sighed heavily enough that his tongue almost stuck out of his mouth adorably.

Kuroo grinned and gave his friends tummy one more pat.

"Tell me that didn't feel good," Kuroo said then lightly rubbed Kenma's tummy.

The boy hummed contently with his eyes shut in the cutest way he could have. "...Would you mind...rubbing my tummy a little longer...?" He finally said. Kenma was too winded and relieved to feel embarrassed and he had to admit that his friends hands on his tummy felt really nice.

So Kuroo smiled and started to rub Kenma's belly more softly now that it wasn't gurgling so noisily. He had to admit that Kenma looked positively adorable in that state. And as he rubbed Kenma's bloated tummy he was half tempted to rest his head against it like a pillow. But he decided against it when it dawned on him how embarrassed and bashful Kenma would become again and he didn't want to spoil that adorably docile look on Kenma's sweet soft face.

He'd save that for next time.

#kink fic #haiykuu!!#kenma #kuroo #kenma x kuroo #tummy rub #burping #gassy #bloating #stuffing #stomach noises #stomach gurgling #i ship it

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shushiyuii · 3 years ago

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Giant!Ghostbur and tiny!Tommy fluff pls? handheld feels and cuddles will make me melt

I hope this is close enough! I actually really enjoyed writing this dwjndjadnd so thank you! I hope you enjoy it! Hope you don't mind i added some angst to it to make the climatic fluff more appealing :3

Warning: Description of injury, mention of character death and swearing

Words: 1.5K

Another day passed by. Another day of the same routine, a pattern that barely ever changes. So many explosions, he wasn’t sure how he was still coping or still had his hearing despite the damage done, the most he only got were burn scars.

It was the same cycle of Dream exploding his things, he’s tried so many different things to stop this endless cycle, yet nothing works. He’s Dream’s puppet and Dream’s the puppeteer, the manipulator, the one who pulls all his strings, the one who knows how he ticks.

He’s absolutely sick of it, the same shit over and over and over again! His eyebrows furrowed in anger, his eyes fighting back tears, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.

He held onto the coat that was once his brothers, torn at places, patches of different fabric stitched onto it so that it doesn’t fall apart, it was really the only thing he had left of him after his death.

He laid in Logstedshire, or what used to be of Logstedshire, the only remaining thing of the place was a burnt chest that barely functioned and a half-burnt wall of logs, the only thing that served as ‘shelter’ as his tent was recently caught up in one of Dream’s explosions.

Built by what he wished was his brother, but merely just some sort of remnant that wasn’t really Wilbur, he loved Ghostbur, truly but he couldn’t help but grieve about what used to be, L’manburg, Pogtopia, His family, Friends, Home, everything.

Speaking of which, he hadn’t seen any visitors in a long while, not even Dream had shown up that day which made him question if something had happened? But knowing Dream he’d be completely fine, Dream was Dream, after all, he despised the man, he really couldn't care less.

He sighed as he thought back on his situation, no materials nor food. It didn’t that it was the dead of night, the only means of defence being a stone axe, at least he’d be able to hit hard with it, he just hoped it would last the night as the blade was slightly dull and handle loose. He knew that if he wanted to live, he couldn’t sleep.

He stood up, wincing from the pain coming from his back. He tried to soothe it with a quick rub but cringed as it didn’t work. Instead, he picked up his axe and made began his battle to defend the base from any mobs that dare come near.

He was actually surprised at how well he was handling himself in battle at the moment, killing multiple zombies and spiders, luckily no skeletons or creepers yet. It was fairly into the night so there was hope he’d make it, oh how he could’ve been more wrong.

Perhaps he jinxed himself at some point during his train of thoughts? Because as he was distracted by a couple more zombies, an arrow pierced his shoulder, luckily not deep but it did its damage fairly well with the injuries already on his body. He swung his axe, finally slaying the zombie in his way.

He turned his attention towards the skeleton and practically tackling it, making it drop its bow and falling to the ground, he raised the axe as high as he could, despite the arrow paining him and used as much strength as he could to bash it through the skull, efficiently killing it. A technique Techno had taught him a while back in Pogtopia.

He panted as he tried to get air into his lungs, his body exhausted with how many he’s killed, screw that thought about making it, there was barely a chance now. The sound of undead groaning caught his attention, making him swing back into battle. He managed to slay the two zombies but with the cost of losing his axe.

His head pounded and body ached, he could barely focus on his surroundings, vision blurring and barely hearing the sounds of the night, regrettably since those were practically the main senses he needed right now to survive, he knew he couldn’t get far with his bloodied shoulder.

Then, there was then a ‘hissssss~’ sound coming from behind, he immediately looked back to see a creeper about to explode, there was no time to run as he braced for impact, screaming his lungs out.

There was a swift movement, as he no longer felt the ground, he heard the creeper explode, he thought the creeper had flown him into the air but that wasn’t the case when he heard the words “Tommy?- A-are you okay?”. His eyes opened to see he was in the tight yet gentle fist of Ghostbur, seemed he arrived in the nick of time.

He felt uncomfortable with the arrow in his shoulder shifting, he tried to move his body and stop it but instead screamed again in pain as it went deeper into his shoulder. Ghostbur’s hand rotated into a gentle hold, rather than a fist to allow Tommy more freedom and to get a closer look at him.

He cringed in worry as he saw the shoulder, “Oh crap- Toms-“, “I-I’m fine Ghostbur, no worries. Nothing I’m not used to”. He looked into the ghosts’ eyes to show his sincerity, but it didn’t seem to ease the giant ghost’s worries instead his eyebrows furrowed even more.

“Tommy you aren’t okay! Don’t lie! You know I hate it when people lie!”. He sighed, “Ghostbur-“. “That’s enough”. The ghost said sternly, quite the difference in tone from his usually happy one not that long ago. In fact, the ghost himself looked quite pissed off.

His world shifted as Ghostbur had moved his hand towards his chest, covering Tommy protectively. He could still see the floor as Ghostbur was slightly transparent and the next thing he saw shocked him.

Ghostbur was slaying the incoming mobs by stomping on them. It reminded Tommy of how protective Wilbur used to be when he was alive, it seems Ghostbur still had that small side of Wilbur in him, it honestly made him kind of happy.

Soon, the mobs went running away, cowering as they realised, they wouldn’t be able to hurt the two of them. After a moment’s peace, the ghost sighed as Tommy was once again moved but instead this time was in front of the ghost’s face.

“Tommy, why didn’t you tell me you were in danger? I would’ve come as soon as possible…”, “I- Ghostbur, I didn’t think you’d really do anything like- like that” He pointed towards the ground. “That’s only with people Toms, I- You know Alivebur promised to protect you right? I would’ve-”.

“YOU’RE NOT WILBUR!”. He yelled out of frustration but quickly slapped his mouth shut after he’d said it “Sorry- Ghostbur- Really-“. “It’s fine, I know what you mean”.

The ghost gave him a gentle smile, “We both know I’m not Alivebur, but I still have some of his memories, I remember the promise he made you back in the caravan to protect you from anything like a big brother, I know I’m not him but I still want to make up for Alivebur’s mistakes, that even includes his promises!”.

“I- Hey Ghostbur”, “Yeah?”, “Can we get out of here? Please? I hate this, I hate this place, I hate Dream I-“. “Shh- It’s okay”. The ghost shushed from, stopping him from carrying on his rant as he felt tears flowing down his face, he held a hand up to it.

He realised that his tears were falling onto the ghost’s hand and quickly began to wipe them away, not wanting to hurt the ghost but more and more just kept coming. He was practically sobbing.

“Shh- Shh, It’s okay Toms”. There was a rubbing at his back, “T-the tears will-“, “Shh just let it all out”. The ghost brought him closer to his face, to the point where he could hug the ghosts nose. He gladly accepted the offer by embracing his nose as much as he could, sobbing his eyes out.

They sat there for a while, his ghostly brother reassuring just like Wilbur once did, maybe Ghostbur wasn’t as bad as he thought.

“I’m sorry to break the moment Toms, but your shoulder will be getting worse if we down treat it anytime soon.”. “R-right, do we even have the supplies though?”. “I brought some since I hadn’t seen you by your- well used to be a tent, I figured you might’ve been hurt”.

Ghostbur sat down on the ground, placing Tommy on his lap as he went to search for the supplies. Once found, instead of letting Tommy take care of it himself, he took it into his own hands by carefully removing the arrow, much to Tommy’s dismay and gave the boy a healing potion and wrapping the wound accordingly with success.

He looked at Tommy’s posture as it was slumped, usually, it was quite tall as he wanted to seem superior to anyone else, so he gently picked up the boy and brought the boy to his chest. Even without a body, Ghostbur still gave off warmth, even without a heartbeat, his chest still moved like Wilbur’s. And with that Tommy fell asleep as the ghost hummed the familiar tune of L’manburg’s theme.

#mcyt g/t #mcytg/t #dsmp g/t #giant!ghostbur #giant!wilbur #tiny!tommy #shushi's writings

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im-a-star-boy · 4 years ago

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“Who the fuck are you?”

Goddamn I’m popping off

@panna-pan @princeboo come get yall juice

TW: Blood

.oOo.oOo.oOo.

Summary: Tommy hears a creeper blow up in the woods late at night and goes to check it out.

Word Count: 2,644

Date of Completion: Friday, January 8th, 2021

.oOo.oOo.oOo.

Tommy stared at the moon silently from his place on the roof. The autumn air was biting, chilling him to the core and making him shiver. He could go inside, where it was warm, but he didn’t want to. Tubbo had finished building the neat little cottage several days prior and had quickly begun constructing a barn as well. It wasn’t too large or extraordinary, but the cows and horses seemed pleased.

That day, Tommy had explored and found a village a few hundred meters North.

“For God’s sake, Tommy! What direction is the village!”

“LEFT, TUBBO! I WENT LEFT!”

“LEFT DOESN’T DESCRIBE ANYTHING!”

It was a long trip, but with Tommy’s horse, aptly named HORSE, it was an hour round trip. It was worth it for the supplies. They could get books, food, and anything else they might need.

Despite this, Tommy couldn’t help the pang in his chest. The villagers hum reminded him of Techno’s village, the sheep reminded him of Friend, the way chickens roamed through the village reminded him of a time before L’Manberg was blown up. He longed to go back to that time, to see his friends, but he knew he couldn’t.

He took a shuddering breath as his nose burned and dug the heel of his hands into his eyes. He hiccuped softly as his body shook. He missed them. God he missed them so much. He wondered what was happening in L’Manberg. Was Dream still trying to destroy it even though he was gone? Was Techno still planning on destroying it? Was anyone looking for them?

He didn’t know. He wanted to know. He wanted to know exactly what was happening, so badly that he almost wanted to go back. He’d give anything to know what was happening. He furiously wiped away any tears that spilled before wiping his hands on his pants and his face on his shirt, silently muttering, “I’m fine, I’m okay, it’s okay,” in a weak attempt to comfort himself.

Before he could continue to his brooding, he heard the sound of a creeper explosion and jolted. Tubbo and Ranboo were asleep, but someone had to trigger the creeper. He stood up, his heart pounding in his chest as fear gripped him for a moment. Did Dream find us? The thought sent an icy chill down his spine. He slid off the roof carefully and ran inside, grabbing a sword and shield, before turning and making his way out shakily.

He ran into the woods, towards the sound of the explosion. He may not have fought in any wars in a while, but he sure as hell could still fight. He ran until he slammed into a man who was shorter than him, about the same height as Tubbo. He stumbled for a moment before looking down at him. “Uh-”

“Skeletons-” He quickly warned.

Tommy turned to see three skeletons approach, two coming head on and one staying further back. He pulled up his shield quickly, just in time to block two arrows heading towards them, before bringing up his sword and quickly striking one down. The man was quick to grab a branch and start whacking as Tommy killed the one in front of him.

He quickly drew up his shield and blocked an arrow from hitting the man. The man quickly hit the skeleton over the head with the branch, promptly beheading it, before stomping on it’s skull, slaying it.

Tommy took a breath for a moment before feeling a sharp pain in his side as the third and final skeleton approached. He let out a pained cry and dropped his sword, cupping his side where the arrow had hit and where his shirt was beginning to stain with blood. He trembled as the man cursed in a panic. He looked around frantically or a moment before his eyes landed on Tommy’s netherite sword. He quickly ran forward, grabbing it and striking down the final skeleton.

He turned to Tommy once he was sure it was dead and hesitated. “Hey, hey kid, come on, get up, are you okay?”

Tommy grunted lightly and lifted his hand to see it bloodied. “Oh I’m doing fucking great,”

The man cringed for a moment. “Come on, where’s your family? Let’s get you home,”

He quickly tried to help Tommy walk only to be shoved harshly away. “Fuck off, I can walk on my own.”

The man stared at him for several seconds before nodding, seeming unsure of what to do as Tommy staggered forward, leading him back. The man looked around for a moment before following and speaking. “What’s your name?”

Tommy glanced over at him for a moment before turning. “Tommyinnit. Who the fuck are you?”

“CaptainSparklez. Nice to meet you Tommyinnit, you should really let me help you.”

“Oh shut up,”

“You’re gonna bleed out and lose a life, you might not know this but… losing a life isn’t exactly fun.”

Tommy paused and stared at him for several seconds before his gaze hardened. “I’m on my last life dumbass, I fuckin know it sucks.”

Sparklez startled at that. “You’re on your last life? Already? How?”

“War n’ shit.”

He stared at him for several moments. “How old are you?”

“Old enough apparently,”

Sparklez fell silent as Tommy staggered into the clearing. The pain in his side was becoming unbearable as he gasped weakly before calling out, “Tubbo!”

He stumbled in his step, leaning on the fence that surrounded the pastures where Tubbo’s horse, named Bumble, watched on. “Tubbo!” He yelled again, louder.

Sparklez began helping him towards the house as Tommy began to struggle. “Tubbo!” He yelled once more.

After a few seconds, the doors open. “Christ, Tommy. Do you know how-” Tubbo froze upon seeing Sparklez helping Tommy, who still had an arrow in his side.

He looked between the two in a panic for a moment before getting his bearings. “Ranboo!” He yelled before moving forward. “Jesus Christ, Tommy, why are you going out at night!?”

“This dumbass was blowing up creepers n’ shit! I had to come see what was going on!”

Tubbo cursed as he helped him inside and sat him down on one of their chairs. He grabbed glass bottles from the cupboard and filled them with water in the cauldron, before hooking them up to the brewing stand in the kitchen. “Ranboo!” He yelled again, digging through the cupboards to find the Nether Wart.

After a moment, the Enderman hybrid teleported into the room, looking tired but alarmed. “Wha? What’s happening?”

Tubbo motioned to Tommy wordlessly as he grabbed a glistering melon from a barrel. Ranboo turned and saw the unfamiliar man and Tommy’s injury before cursing lightly and going to one of the chests and grabbing a few pieces of cloth. “Shoot, okay, uh, okay Tommy, I’m gonna try to pull the arrow out.”

Tommy grunted and nodded as Ranboo handed him the towels. “Once I do, push these cloths into the injury, okay?”

“Okay okay, just fucking do it already. Christ.”

Ranboo paused before nodding. He gently grabbed the arrow and put his hand on Tommy’s side, before taking a deep breath and pulling the arrow out. Tommy let out a yelp of pain before gritting his teeth and swallowing down any other pained noises that threatened to come out. He pushed the cloth into his quickly bleeding side as Ranboo handed the man the arrow. “Here, hold this for a minute- Tubbo can you grab a wet cloth?”

Tubbo looked up and opened his mouth to argue before pausing. “Oh right, water. You take over with the potions,”

Ranboo nodded wordlessly as he began rifling through chests for gunpowder. Tubbo grabbed another cloth and dipped it in the cauldron before wringing it out and having Tommy lift his shirt as he started to wipe down around the injury.

Sparklez looked between them for a moment before speaking. “You guys seem awfully practiced in this,”

Ranboo glanced over as Tubbo spoke up. “We’ve fought in a couple wars, I know what to do when this kind of thing happens.”

Sparklez stared at him for a moment as Ranboo grabbed the potions. “Three air-compatible potions,” He said, handing Tubbo a bottle.

Tubbo took it. “Tommy-”

“I know,” He maneuvered, grunting and whimpering, as he laid onto his side, exposing the injury.

Tubbo moved Tommy’s hand and opened the bottle, gently pouring it over the wound. He rubbed around the injury as it began to close. He tossed the bottle aside when it was empty before wordlessly reaching for another bottle, which Ranboo provided. The second was enough to close the wound entirely, though Tommy didn’t move as his side was still painfully sore.

Ranboo and Tubbo watched him anxiously. Tommy cracked open an eye and groaned. “Oh stop looking at me like that,”

“Huh?”

“You look at me like I’m a fuckin’ kicked puppy. I’m fine,”

Tubbo couldn’t help but crack a smile at his remark before ruffling his hair. Tommy smacked his hand away with a scowl and Tubbo couldn’t help but laugh. “What the hell? Don’t touch my hair!”

“What? Why? It’s fluffy!”

“Fuck off,”

Tubbo laughed again as Tommy smacked him away again. Ranboo handed him a glass of water, careful not to spill it. Tubbo finally turned his attention to Sparklez and sighed. “I’m sorry about him, he’s loud and annoying.”

“Did you just fucking call me annoying?!”

“Yes,” Ranboo answered for Tubbo, laughing.

“What the hell you dickhead!” Tommy looked offended as Sparklez chuckled lightly.

“It’s alright, he did save me.”

Tubbo looked up and nodded, staring at Sparklez for several moments. The man shifted with uncertainty before offering him an uncomfortable smile. Tubbo seemed to catch on to his discomfort and straightened. “Have I met you before? You look familiar.”

Sparklez shrugged. “I can’t say I’ve met you before. My name’s CaptainSparklez.”

Tubbo stared for a moment before gasping loudly. “CAPTAIN!”

Tommy and Ranboo both jumped at his sudden shout as Sparklez looked up, alarmed. “Huh?”

“THAT’S WHERE I KNOW YOU FROM! YOU’RE A GODDAMN LEGEND!”

Tommy made a face. “Not much of a legend if I’ve never heard of him,”

“Yeah, I’m gonna have to agree with Tommy on this one, Tubbo.”

Tubbo glared at them before turning back to the Captain. “No, I used to travel a lot for a while before I got to- you know- but! But I heard about him a lot! I knew I recognized him from somewhere.”

The shortest of them looked incredibly pleased as he looked at the Captain. Tommy took a breath and sighed. “Alright, whatever. He’s some kind of legend, nice to meet you.”

Sparklez chuckled lightly. “Nice to meet you too, and Tommy, thanks for coming to help me back there. Gods know you didn’t have to.”

Tommy grunted lightly. “Yeah, I know what it’s like to get cornered out there alone.”

Tubbo frowned as a guilty look crossed his face and Tommy met his gaze. “Oh- shit- I’m not blaming you or anything, Tubbo, you really didn’t have a choice.”

“I still feel bad,”

Ranboo hummed softly and returned his gaze to the Captain. “Where are you heading, if I can ask?”

“Nowhere in particular really, just exploring.”

Tommy hummed as Tubbo sat up. “Do you need a place to sleep?”

Sparklez smiled. “I could use one, if it wouldn’t be an issue,”

Tubbo grinned. “You can stay here, right guys?” He asked hopefully, turning to his friends.

Ranboo and Tommy exchanged looks before shrugging. “I mean, we don’t really have any spare rooms,”

“He could sleep on the couch!”

Ranboo hesitated and sent Tommy an uneasy look. The younger moved so he was sitting up and met Tubbo’s gaze. The shorter’s gaze fell for a moment as he saw the twos’ uneasy expressions. After a moment, he took a breath. “How about the hayloft in our barn?”

Tommy glanced over to Ranboo, who met his gaze and shrugged. After a bit, he sighed. “Alright, that’ll work. But he stays in the hayloft all night,”

The Captain watched the exchange silently before nodding at the verdict. “I can do that, I don’t need anything extravagant, just a safe spot.”

Tommy stood up and stretched. “I’ll go grab you a blanket,”

Tubbo nodded as Tommy walked out of the room. “I’ll show you where you can stay,”

Sparklez nodded as the shorter lead him out of the house, across the field, hopping over the fence and into the pasture where Bumble was grazing peacefully. The horse looked up at them for a moment before continuing as Tubbo walked to the barn. The Captain hummed as they entered. “This is a nice place, clean.”

Tubbo nodded. “I finished building it a bit ago, we all take turns cleaning and stuff.”

The Captain turned to him in surprise. “You built this place?”

Tubbo nodded. “And the house, but Tommy takes care of the animals and Ranboo takes care of the food supply, our little farm.” He explained, motioning to the small garden on the side of the house.

The Captain nodded approvingly. “You guys seem pretty stable,”

Tubbo shrugged back. “I dunno, we’re trying to get what we can with berries and such, but once winter comes it’s gonna be a lot harder. We got here pretty late in the season, but we have good trade with a village north from here so we should be okay. Spread a bit thin, but we’ll be okay.”

The Captain nodded slowly, an unreadable expression on his face. The two got to the back of the barn, passing Haley who was sleeping in her little stable and passing HORSE who was also in his little stable. “Up here,” Tubbo said, motioning to a ladder.

The two pulled themselves up and Tubbo shrugged. “It’s not much, but with a couple blankets it’ll be quite cozy!”

The Captain chuckled. “Thank you, it’s more than enough considering you didn’t have to help me in the first place.”

Tubbo grinned at the praise when they heard Tommy shout from below. “I got blankets!”

Tubbo looked down the ladder before putting his hand up. “Wait here,”

He climbed down and greeted his best friend. “Thanks, Tommy.”

“Whatever, take this up and head back to the house, I’m tired as shit.”

Tubbo chuckled softly before turning to the ladder. “I’ll be back in just a second,”

Tommy made a curt noise and returned to the cabin as Tubbo climbed up the ladder. “Here you go, Captain!” He chirped, handing the man two blankets. “One blanket to lay on, and one to cover up with.”

The older man smiled. “Thanks, kiddo.”

“Now remember, Tommy’ll freak out if you leave in the middle of the night, so try to stay up here until one of us comes to get you tomorrow. Ranboo and I get up before sunrise usually so we’ll be up shortly,”

The captain nodded. “Alright, thank you. I mean it,”

“It’s an honor, Captain!” Tubbo replied excitedly, saluting him.

The older man chuckled again as Tubbo turned to descend the ladder.

.oOo.oOo.oOo.

Tubbo entered the cabin to see Tommy still awake and leaning on the kitchen counter. The taller looked up when he entered and his figure relaxed a bit. “Hey, Tubbo.”

“Hey, Tommy. Did you stay up for me?”

Tommy scowled. “No. I was just making sure you didn’t get murdered or some shit.”

Tubbo chuckled lightly before grinning. “Let’s get back to bed,”

The blond nodded mutely.

.oOo.oOo.oOo.

The next morning, as promised, Tubbo and Ranboo had greeted the Captain. They’d given him some breakfast and a few potions before he left.

And if during that winter, the older man would occasionally visit with a bag of food, then it was just a coincidence.

#tommyinnit #tubbo #ranboo #captainsparklez #dsmp #dream smp #tw blood #tw swearing #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #dsmp fanfic #dsmp!cottageAU

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bard-llama · 3 years ago

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202 please! We don't get enough of Emhyr around here (or maybe I haven't been looking).

Ooooh, great choice! This is the fic that made me like him, actually! I started it last year and haven't made much progress on it since, but I just like, stream of consciousness wrote his backstory and it was really fun! I def wanna finish and share this, 'cause he's a really interesting character, especially in his younger days!

Spoilers: if you don't know Emhyr's backstory, this will very much spoil all of it. Seriously, it's a pretty significant spoiler for the Witcher series as a whole.

My Skin Peels Off Like Paint

I'll share two different snips because why not? The in-between parts aren't fully written, so just ignore that.

When Emhyr was eight, his world fell apart. What had started as a normal family dinner was ending now with his father standing in front of Emhyr as the Usurper’s supporters filed in. There were so many of them, and Emhyr had studied history. He knew what happened to dynasties when someone aimed to replace them.

He had expected to die. He wasn’t okay with the idea of dying, but there was something noble about dying a martyr in service to his people.

Noble was apparently not something he was worthy of. Instead, all Emhyr could feel was pain, fire burning at his skin and lightning racing across his body. And even as he fell into hell, even as his entire being was overwhelmed with agony, what he remembered most clearly was that this was a joke. His entire existence was a joke to the Usurper and his pet sorcerer.

Eimyr meant hedgehog in Nilfgaardian, you see.

The spell was meant to turn him into a small prey creature, to make him helpless to defend himself while his father watched. They were torturing him to break his father and it was working, because Emhyr felt like his skin was burning and melting off and all he could do was scream and scream and scream.

They killed his father, anyway. His torture had been for nothing, and all these people thought of him was as a joke–

Only the curse went wrong. Emhyr wasn’t half a foot tall and he wasn’t hedgehog-shaped. But that seemed to be where the differences ended, because stiff spines were ripping through his clothes and he felt overwhelmed and terrified and like he desperately needed to run.

So he did. He ran from the only home he had ever known as fast as his legs could carry him, determinedly not thinking about anything at all. They sent dogs after him and suddenly it wasn’t hard not to think – his body seemed to be functioning more on instinct than anything else, all he could do was breathe and run.

When he next became aware of himself, Emhyr found himself deep in the rocky desert laying curled in on himself in the sand and panting for breath. Everything inside him was screaming at him to stop making noise, to be silent before he was found and eaten and what was happening to him?

Emhyr wasn’t a hedgehog. He wasn’t.

So why did it feel like he was fighting his own mind to remember that?

––

Time passed in a haze as Emhyr took stock of his body and tried to figure out what to do now. He couldn’t go back – the Usurper had taken the throne over his father’s body. All of Nilfgaard would be unsafe for Emhyr now, even if he didn’t look like a beast.

Since he did, he doubted even his father’s allies (if any still lived) would hesitate to slay him. No, Emhyr could not stay in Nilfgaard.

He started heading north, though on foot and keeping out of sight of roads and people, he was unlikely to go anywhere quickly. But it was something to do, and moving settled the screaming prey animal in the back of his head.

He didn’t really notice as the sun began setting. Emhyr just kept walking through the forest, not on any of the marked paths where he might run into people, but following alongside a river.

And then suddenly fire laced across his skin again and he collapsed into the river bed, trying his hardest not to scream. His body felt like it was tearing apart and he didn’t know why or what was happening, but everything hurt and he just wanted it to end.

And then later, meeting Pavetta

Duny was forever grateful to the town, but if a Witcher was sniffing around, it was time to go. It had been over a decade and something in him suddenly wondered about that Law of Surprise he’d claimed from that king. He’d never collected, of course – the risk of being discovered was not worth some ambiguous, unknown prize. Now, though, discovery was still a risk, but he was no longer nobody, nameless and clanless. Now, he ran his own estate, and ‘owning’ land made him a noble. It was nothing compared to his former rank, but it gave him access that he dearly needed. He was granted privacy that the common folk weren’t always privy to.

And in this case, it got him news. King Roegner of Cintra had apparently come home to discover his wife with child. A child that was tied to Duny under the Law of Surprise.

He didn’t know how he felt about that, but it wasn’t comfortable. His life, his very existence was no more than a fluke in some sorcerer’s magic. He’d built something of a life for himself in Erlenwald, but even that had been taken from him. How could he be comfortable with the idea of someone else being tied to this living misery?

He didn’t know anything about the Princess of Cintra, but she was an innocent. She didn’t deserve his fate.

So why was he still headed towards Cintra? Why did he feel like if he followed this path, he would get everything he ever wanted?

Duny hadn’t thought he knew how to want anymore, not in that true sense where you had goals and hopes beyond surviving until the twelfth bell and enjoying the scant few hours where he recognized his own skin.

Then he saw her. He wasn’t even sure when he’d made it to the city and mixed in with the bustling crowd, but it hardly mattered, because his eyes were fixed on the most beautiful being he’d ever seen. She was standing at the head of a food line, smiling gently with every bowl of stew she handed out. She wore a thin silver circlet on her head and her clothing was fine and richly colored, but somehow she didn’t look at all out of place here amongst the city workers.

Duny didn’t join the line, didn’t risk trying to speak with her. Such beauty as hers shouldn’t be sullied by him. And yet, he wished he could take her hand and converse with her over tea and sweets the way he used to with his cousins in Nilfgaard.

He’d never felt anything like this before, this moment of pure fascination, the need to know more about this person because he knew with certainty that he wanted her to be part of his future.

Which was absurd, of course. He didn’t have a future. Not when he looked like this.

But there were a few hours each day when he didn’t look like a hedgehog, like a monster.

He had been hoping he would run into her when he’d snuck into the palace gardens. But even so, he hadn’t truly expected to get his wish.

Duny, quite literally, tripped over her. Because for some reason, she was lying on the ground in the middle of the night. He yelped and cartwheeled his arms to avoid falling on top of her and ended up overbalancing himself and falling onto his bum.

She laughed. Just a quiet giggle, but he heard it. He had made her laugh!

“Um, hi. I’m Duny.”

“Hi Duny,” she smiled. “I’m Pavetta.” She looked around before leaning forward as if telling him a secret. “Would you like to look at the stars with me, Duny?”

“Yes.”

She invited him to lay on the grass next to her and together, they looked up at the twinkling lights in the black sky. Duny knew that, once upon a time, he had been taught the names of the constellations above him, but he couldn’t remember them. “What are they called?” he asked, and there was delight in Pavetta’s voice when she responded. She knew the names of every one that he pointed at, and for some of them, she told him stories of how they were named.

“No one ever wants to hear about my studies,” she said when he asked why she knew so much about them. “Apparently I overshare.” She bit her lip and rolled up on her elbow to look at him. “I’m sorry if I’m talking too much. I just find it so interesting.”

“Never apologize for that.” Duny said. “And it is interesting!”

Her smile was soft and sweet and directed at him, and Duny could die happy right here, right now.

He hadn’t been paying attention to the time, too caught up in the wonder that was Pavetta. But when the fire prickled across his skin, he knew what it meant. The first light of dawn rose over the horizon tauntingly and Duny wanted to curl up in a ball and he wanted to run and more than anything, he wanted to go back an hour, to when the only thing that mattered in the world was Pavetta.

“I’m sorry,” he grit out between clenched teeth as acid raced up his spine. “I have to go. I’m sorry.”

Pavetta rose to her feet, reaching out to him in confusion, but Duny forced himself to turn away and run. He couldn’t stay. No woman would accept him the way he was, and he couldn’t bear to see Pavetta’s face turn to disgust.

Going back the following night was a risk he never should have taken. But the possibility of speaking to Pavetta again was irresistible. He was frightened that she would turn him away after his abrupt departure the night before, but when he snuck into the gardens once more – absently noticing that there seemed to be fewer guards than yesterday – he found Pavetta waiting for him in the center of the garden, sitting at attention on a small stone bench in front of a large fountain.

When she saw him, she smiled with relief and rose to meet him. “I hoped you’d come,” she said. “I tried to make it easier to get in, in case you – well, you came.” She bit her lip to hide her grin but Duny could see it pulling at the corners of her mouth.

No one had ever been so pleased to see him before. Duny was grinning soppily back in return before he realized it. There was something so relieving about being around someone who treated you like a person. He hadn’t realized how deeply he’d craved that.

“I’m sorry for leaving so quickly yesterday.” He licked his lips, “I was hoping – would you tell me about the stars again?”

Pavetta’s eyes lit up and she took his arm, guiding him over to the bench. “In Skellige, they believe that this constellation,” she traced the vague shape of a winding snake, “is the serpent who lives and gnaws at the roots of the World Tree, Yggdrasill. But in the Northern Continent, we call it Scorpius. In our story, a hunter boasted that she could best any animal. In punishment for his ego, the goddess Lilvani sent a great scorpion to kill him. When the scorpion was victorious, Melitele rose them both to the heavens in an eternal chase.”

Duny’s brow furrowed and he tilted his head, looking up at the stars.. “How is that a scorpion?”

Pavetta giggled. “Use your imagination.”

He twisted his head the other way. “No, I still don’t see it.”

“What would you call it, then?”

“Well,” he bit his lip and hesitated. He actually remembered the Nilfgaardian name for this one, but should he share that part of himself with her? But if he didn’t, if he was going to hide who he was, what was the point of getting to know her?

Decided, Duny nodded his head. “Where I grew up,” he said softly, “we called it Pauw. It looks like a – I think in the common tongue it’s peacock?”

“Oh, I see it!” Pavetta pointed with a laugh. “Peacock, I like that.” She turned to him again, “are you from the South, then?”

He nodded. “I run an estate in Erlenwald forest.”

She looked at him for a long moment, eyes tracing over his features. Then she took his hand in her own and said, “I suppose I didn’t give you much chance to talk about yourself yesterday, did I?”

“No no – I loved listening to your stories,” Duny insisted. He was genuinely in awe over the sheer volume of information Pavetta seemed to have stored away in her head from ‘some book she read’.

“You’re sweet,” she smiled at him. “But I want to know more about you. Tell me – anything you’re comfortable sharing. Please?”

For her? He could manage anything. Though maybe it would be best to start with some of the less painful – and less monstrous – parts of his past.

“When I was young,” he whispered to her, “my favorite nursemaid used to sing a silly little lullaby about,” his breathing hitched for a moment, “about a hedgehog. I – it’s ridiculous, I’m not a child anymore, but I still hum that song to myself when I can’t sleep.”

“Aww,” Pavetta’s smile was so wide. Duny didn’t think anyone had ever looked so very – well, happy to be around him. It was intoxicating.

He would tell her anything to keep her looking like that. “How about we trade off? You share something about yourself next, and then I’ll go. Then back to you.”

Pavetta nodded. “Can you keep a secret?” she leaned close to whisper. “My mother fears elves. But I’ve always found them fascinating, ever since I was a little girl. One of my language tutors taught me Elder, until Mother put a stop to it.” She scowled at that and he found himself reaching out to touch her cheek, hoping to bring back the joy of a moment ago.

She wrapped her hand around his, holding it against her face and leaning into him. “It’s funny,” she said, “we’re still getting to know each other, but I feel like I know you already.”

Duny frowned. Did that mean Destiny was manipulating her? He couldn’t stand for that. “I have to tell you why I sought you out,” he drew his hand back. She probably wouldn’t want him to touch her after she knew. Destiny was probably the only reason she’d bothered with him at all. She was a princess, after all. And what was he?

“I – I think I know why you feel like that.” He looked down at the grass, not wanting to see the moment her broad smile faded into indifference. “We are tied together by Destiny. I saved your father once, from certain death. I didn’t intend anything by claiming the Law of Surprise! But I think he came home to find out he was having a child.” He clenched his fists, forcing himself to meet her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Why?”

Duny blinked. “I – you only feel like this because of Destiny. Doesn’t that... bother you?”

“Honestly? No.” She took her hand in his again. “I don’t think I feel like this because of Destiny. I think Destiny just gave us a chance we wouldn’t have had otherwise. What I feel is that I want to know you, Duny, I want to know everything about you. I think you could be the best friend I’ll ever have and,” she hesitated for the first time, “and maybe something more.”

“Really?” He was in awe of her confidence, of her certainty that whatever hand Destiny played, they would be good for each other. He hoped he could live up to that confidence.

“I rarely say anything I don’t mean,” Pavetta said and he found himself taken aback by her once more.

“What, ever? But you live in Court!” Duny had been young when his life had fallen apart around him, but he remembered being lectured regularly about the poise he must carry himself with at all times, because ‘the king’s son must never appear emotional’. His father had talked about politics with the same hatred he reserved for his enemies, and Duny felt strangely lucky that at least he hadn’t had to deal with that.

Pavetta shrugged. “My mother has basically pushed me out of any meaningful political discourse. So there’s no downside to speaking my mind, since no one bothers to listen, anyway.”

“I would listen to every word you say,” Duny said before he could think. “Sorry, that sounded weird. I mean – I respect that, that you are genuine. And I – I enjoy listening to you, so if you ever want to – that is,” he bit his lip, feeling clumsy and awkward.

“Thank you,” Pavetta cut him off. “That means a lot.”

––

Every night, they continued to meet in the gardens and learn more about each other. Pavetta didn’t ask him why he never approached during the day. Duny assumed that she was likely too busy to even think of liaisons during the day. But at night, instead of sleeping, she made time for him. He owed it to her to tell her the truth.

“Pavetta, I have to tell you,” Duny licked his lips nervously, “I’m – I wasn’t truly honest about who I am. Where I came from.”

“You’re Nilfgaardian,” Pavetta said matter of factly.

Duny gaped at her. “But – how could you know?”

“Duny, you’ve spoke Nilfgaardian in front of me. Several times.” She gazed at him with exasperated affection. “The South doesn’t have so many languages that I couldn’t recognize Nilfgaardian immediately, you know.”

Pavetta cupped his cheek, pushing his jaw closed with her thumb.

“Sweetheart, I am Princess of Cintra. I’m familiar with all the diplomatic languages of the continent, even if I can’t speak them all. Actually – could you teach me? I would love to learn!”

Duny’s breath escaped him in a relieved laugh. “Oh, Pavetta, you are a wonder.” He wrapped his arms around her and spun her off her feet, delighting in her giggle. “I don’t know what I did to earn you, but I shall forever strive to be worthy of you.”

“We’ll be worthy of each other,” Pavetta corrected. “We’ll grow together and be better together.”

Duny leaned his forehead against hers, thinking of an old Nilfgaardian poem he remembered his father’s secretary singing. He licked his lips and in a tongue he’d pretended he couldn’t speak anymore, spoke the words.

Pavetta’s eyes closed as she listened. “It’s beautiful. What does it mean?”

Duny licked his lips. “It’s a vow. You have me. Until every last star in the galaxy dies, you have me.”

“Oh,” Pavetta gasped and tilted her head forward to catch his lips in a soft kiss. “Oh, Duny. I wish we could exist here forever, just like this.”

He tapped her nose with his and drew her into another kiss. He wished that too – that they could forever exist in this space where all that mattered about him was that he was Pavetta’s, where Pavetta could love him openly and genuinely, and he could love her the same.

They both knew it couldn’t last. Reality would intrude before long, and sweep away this haven they had created for themselves. But until then, they would grip tight on this phantom of happiness and make the most of their time.

“Come with me,” Pavetta pulled at his wrists and led him through the gardens and into the castle itself. It was surprisingly easy to sneak into the Princess of Cintra’s bedchambers, and soon, he was able to hold her in his arms as they lay together in the kind of plush bed he hadn’t known since childhood.

––

He woke at dawn in agony and grit his teeth against a groan. He couldn’t wake Pavetta, couldn’t let her see him like this. But his body wasn’t asking for his input, and he began to convulse against the sheets. When he became aware of himself again, Pavetta was staring at him with wide eyes and he knew his entire world was about to come crumbling down.

He couldn’t look at her, couldn’t face the disgust. And at heart, he had been a prey animal more of his life than he hadn’t. And prey’s first instinct was to get away from the predator.

“I’m so sorry,” Duny blurted out in a rush and ran away from the only hope for happiness he’d ever had.

#emhyr var emreis #pavetta/duny #i love them okay #they've got such potential together #and I'm definitely gonna write something where he TALKS to her about his plans before everything goes to shit #and go total AU 'cause that would be fun!#aaaaah I forget sometimes how much I adore these two lol #pavetta is such a wonderful character #I love her #the witcher #WiPs #ask game

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hotsummersimping · 4 years ago

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terrors (spencer reid) - oneshot

summary: you have terrible reoccuring nightmare that doesn't allow you to sleep propely, when you remember spencer telling you that he could help you. so once in the middle of the night your rush to his house to seek comfort, understanding and hopefully answers

an: this idea must have been written like billion times, but i wanted to try it too. hopefully you like it <3

words: 4230

warnings: mention of death

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cold sweat streamed down your forehead onto your pillow. heavy breathing filled your room and you felt like as if all your limbs were nailed down to the bed. this was 5th night in a row you woke up like this in the middle of the night. unable of any sort of movement, scared to death with a pool of sweat on the pillow. you lay there, the only thing filling the room were your heavy breaths as you tried to breathe through another nightmare. they were all the same, the same scenario every night with the same ending all the time. the next stream of the sweat was joined by a single tear that has escaped your eye. this was the first time you cried. you felt hopeless, you've already had enough, all you wanted to do was curl up into a little bundle and cry till the morning. but at this point your limbs were still nailed to the mattress and it now felt like someone was pinning them down in order to keep you in the same position. after quiet a while your arms started to loosen up a bit and you had the strenght to bring them up to your face to wipe your tears and sweat with the sleeve of your jumper. with the help of your arms you sat yourself up and looked around the dark room. you light up the bedside lamp and sat yourself at the corner of your bed. you took your phone and looked at the time. 2:13am. you weren't even asleep that long. you just got back home from a case and the only thing you wanted to do was to sleep till the sun rose up, hoping the exhaustion from the week long dreadful case would not give you nightmares but you were wrong, the exhaustation made it even worse. as you placed the phone back at the night stand your eyes caught a glimpse of a picture that was standing at the table. it was you, penelope and spencer at one of those doctor who conventions were garcia dragged you because you apparently needed some fun in your life. your eyes were pinned on spencer who has earlier that week noticed your lack of sleep due to you having not 2 but 4 cups of coffee a day. he told you that you can talk to him anytime you felt like you need to talk. this is the perfect time to call him or text him since you would welcome a little bit of company, but why wake him up at 2 in the morning because of some stupid nightmare. but those nightmares aren't stupid, you thought. you picked up the phone again and opened your contacts. spencer's name was shinning on you now and you had a big compulsion to click on the little phone sign and call him. you realized it was not the brightest idea so you put the phone down again and went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. you took few big sips from the glass while looking out the window and mentally debating whether to call spencer or not. after finishing the whole glass you went back into your room and sat down at the bed. you closed your eyes for few seconds to calm yourself down. it helped a little so you lay back on the bed, turned off the light and let the darkness fill up the room again. it was time to try to go back to sleep. you felt your heart pound with fear as if you were about to slay a dragon. you closed your eyes but your chest started to feel more and more heavy, you felt like someone was standing in your corner watching you fall asleep. your eyes shot open and you stared the door right in front of you. this can't go on forever, what are you going to give up on sleeping ever again? that's not possible. you already hated yourself for what were you about to do but you still proceeded with doing so. you stood up from the bed, took the nearest pants you could find, put your shoes and made your way towards your apartment's door. the second you placed your hand on the door knob you regretted doing it. spencer's apartment was just couple blocks away from yours and you have decided to run there and seek help. it was crazy idea, but after all spencer told you that you can talk to him at any time you want. hopefully he meant 2am as well. you locked your door after you left and from there you just ran. it was scary even for a trained fbi agent like yourself. dc streets weren't so pleasing at this time of the day and many dark alleys scared the crap out of you. it though was less scary then falling asleep and having the same dream again. you ran fast as you could and your breathing was getting heavier with each step you took. you reached spencer's apartment building and it felt like god wanted you to see spencer because the second you reached the door one of his neighbors was leaving and you had time to get inside before the door shut. you have been here before, spencer has invited you over for a cup of coffee after you joined the team. it was really sweet of him and after that you started to create a bond with him. even though you spent every free time you had with penelope you always felt like you and spencer were closest on the team. after walking up 3 flights of stairs and catching your breath you reached his apartment door. at this point you realized how insane this whole thing was. you don't just show up at someone's door at 2am in order to ask them if they can help you get over a nightmare. it felt like as if you were 5 again and you were scared to let your mom know you have wet your bed. you stood there for good 5 minutes before you even raised your hand to knock. you questioned whether to knock or not. what if he will be angry that you woke him up and you will ruin a good running friendship. you breathed in as much air as possible to try to calm yourself down before you finally knocked. first time you knocked 3 times, pretty quietly but after you got no response for a while you knocked another 2 times but little louder now. after you knocked the last time you could hear a very irritated sigh. you could feel he looked at you through the peephole, while also he started unlocking the door."y/n, is everything ok?" he asked in a very sleepy but seemingly worried voice."i need to talk" you said firmly."can this wait, it's like 3 in the morning. you should rest we just got home." he rubbed his eyes to see you better."yeah, that's the problem. can i please come in?" you felt like you were forcing him to invite you in but there was no way you let him sent you home after you ran the distance without even talking to him."i mean, yeah come in" he moved away from the doorway and let you in.you looked around his dark apartment, walking towards his couch. you sat down and waited for spencer to join you. your leg started bouncing from the nerves. spencer sat down and for a moment he just looked down at the floor, it seemed like he was trying to wake himself up."i'm so sorry i woke you up, i-i just remembered that you told me that i can talk to you about anything at anytime" you tried to smile at him but his eyes were still focused on the floor beneath you."i didn't really mean 3 in the morning but of course." he whispered to himself but due to the complete silence of his apartment you could hear it loud and clear."what do you wanna talk about?" he now finally turned at you his eyes now had a very visible worriness in them."i had another one" you said quietly."another what?" his eyebrows have furrowed."nightmare.""do you want to tell me what's it about? maybe i can help you if i know what's really going on in there" he smiled, still looking worried as hell."it's the same thing over and over again. do you remember that case about 3 months ago, in sacramento it was i think" you looked up at him to see if he was following."of course" he nodded."well it's that case. it starts with us chasing the unsub's car through the town and then stopping in front of the old building. me and hotch run in and you with jj follow. just like in real life i run up the flight of stairs, but what's different is that when i get up the stairs its just one big empty room with little girl sitting right in the middle. i yell back at all of you to come upstairs but no one answers as if i was alone in the building. i slowly walk up to the girl and when i try to talk to her she points to the door at the other side of the room. i walk there and every single time i open the door it's the same image. all of you there, dead. while i stare at you the girl comes up to me and says that this is all my fault. and then she keeps repeating it over and over again until i wake up." you could feel your voice trembling, your hands shaking and you were pretty sure your eyes were already tearing up.there was a dead silence in the room. you didn't know what spencer was thinking about what you've said. you were too afraid to look up, to see his embarrassed face. he wasn't the best about opening up about his feelings. whenever he opened up it ended up in morgan making jokes and spencer always ending up burrying his worries again. he has built walls around his problems and the only person he has ever fully opened up to were you. that's why he told you that if you have more nightmares you can come to his house. but at this point you felt as if you told him more he can bare or help you with. for a split second you looked up to see if he was red in the face or if he was staring back at you, but his eyes were pinned on the coffee table that was in front of his couch you two were sitting on. you could see that his eyebrows were furrowed, he was for sure thinking what to say next to not make this even more awkward then it already was. "would you like a cup of tea?" he mumbled fast. "yeah, why not" you smiled, not expecting him to see you do that. you kinda knew why he asked you if you want tea. he wanted to go to the kitchen to be alone and to process what you said and what he should say next. it seemed like his genius brain wasn't so fast when you wake him up at 3 in the morning and you unload all that's on your mind. especially if that what's on your mind involves his and your team's death. you too had to process the fact that you just told spencer about the nightmare. until this point it felt like your brain went 100 miles per hour and all the decisions that brought you here were made by your brain without you being present. you still felt the pain in your chest after running the entire time from your apartment to spencer's. maybe this was the perfect time to release the air that has been stuck in your lungs ever since you arrived. you felt like you just finished running marathon. if someone told you that you'd have a recurring nightmares about your closest friends dying everynight maybe you'd think twice about joining the BAU. but at the end of the day it's better that you have someone like spencer to talk to, you don't have to go through this alone. you're basically surrounded by people who had the same problems as you're having now. when spencer noticed that you're not sleeping well and you told him that it is bad dream that keeps you up at night he reassured you that you're not the only one suffering and if you talked to literally anyone on the team they'd help you. it made you feel much more safe, even though you felt the most comfortable opening up about to spencer. he was the one who noticed that you're not doing well. you considered asking hotch or rossi about it but something in your mind was telling you that you'd be a bother to them since they haven't noticed. your breath was starting to calm down and for a second you decided to close your eyes to calm yourself completely before spencer returns from the kitchen. as soon as you opened your eyes and fixed your sight on the streetlight outside of his window you could hear spencer's footsteps coming closer and closer. you looked up and saw spencer with two cups in his hands standing above you. you stood up to help him but he shook his head and placed down the cups himself. you almost immidiately took one of them into your hands and the scent of mint hit your face pretty hard. it might've woken up every fiber of your body. maybe it was spencer's intention to perhaps wake himself up to be able to listen to you. but even after he brought the tea the room felt silent again. you could hear occasional sipping from spencer's side of couch. you didn't take any sip from your tea yet as if you were scared he put poison in it. spencer coughed with which he caught your attention. "so, um, it's always the same dream?" he didn't look at your, his eyes fixated on the painting in front of him. "yep. always the same," you nodded your head. "why do you think you always have nightmare about that particular case? did you make a mistake or something? because i remember we caught the unsub pretty fast and without any more victims," now he was facing you and it seemed like he wanted you to do the same so you can have meaningful conversation. "i don't know. i remember being pretty frightened, don't know why though. we had gone to an abandoned building before. i don't know if i was expecting something that might suprise there, or if i was awaiting another victim and that the case would be last even longer than it already did," you shrugged your shoulders and you finally gained confidence to take a sip from the tea spencer made you. "hm, it's true it was long case. perhaps, i don't know, maybe you just wanted to go home and now your brain associates that case with long cases and you start feeling home sick," his two fingers were now resting at his mouth, just like when he's trying to profile the unsub. "i don't usually feel home sick. i haven't been in washington for that long to feel like that. besides the dream doesn't stop at home,"you faced him as well and at this point you started to feel comfort because it looked like you were starting to have some sort of brainstorming session just like when you're out on a case and you trying to figure out what's going on."you mentioned that you see us dead, right?" spencer has now swallowed really hard almost as he had something stuck in his throat. "yes. that might be the entire problem you know?" he nodded and focused his eyes on your face. it was very obvious he was trying to profile you right then. he kept furrowing his eyebrows, he shifted in his place a lot and he kept noticing small movements on your face. you were both staring at each other, trying to profile the other one. spencer was in very obvious discomfort, but you weren't sure why just yet. it could be the awkwardness of the situation and conversation but it could also be that his brain was working way faster now and he was trying to put together your dream as if it was a puzzle. "y/n, i don't need to be rude right now but, didn't you see or hear some girl's voice and didn't write in the report. something you might've forgotten? or tried to forgot and could be coming back haunting you in your dreams?" you felt how your eyes widened now that he said that. you went over both the dream and real life case in your head, trying to remember if you saw or heard something. you bit your lower lip in concentration but even after replaying both scenes in your head over and over again you couldn't remember anything. it was just a regular end of the case. you came to the abadoned building, raided the place, found the unsub, arrested him and few hours later you were back on the plane to D.C. nothing unsual. now you were the one in discomfort. your discomfort was even more obvious then spencer's because you kept tilting your head back, your leg started bouncing from trying to remember everything that happened and at one point you had to close your hands into fists because you felt how they started shaking. "hey, look if you want we could do the cognitive interview. if you're comfortable to comeback there," spencer placed his hand on your shoulder and it felt like he just awoken you from some sort of trance. "um, i don't know," you shook your head and looked down from his face. "do you feel comfortable enough to relive it all again? i mean, nothing bad happened but it might make the nightmares worse," his hand was still on your shoulder now it seemed like he was trying to bring himself to stroke it a bit. "yeah, you're right, let's not do the cognitive," you nodded and his hand has left your shoulder. and another silence. this wasn't how you always imagined it would go if you came over to his house for comfort. in your head it always sort of more talkative and understanding. what you were doing there wasn't that much understanding. you came to seek comfort and spencer wasn't quiet sure how to provide that for you. he stopped looking at you again and focused on the library behind you. it looked like he was searching for something specific. it was dark in the room, only the streetlight from the outside provided some sort of light in the room, so you weren't really sure how he searches for anything that far away in such a darkness. after all it's spencer reid, he probably knows where anything is in this apartment and he knows the names of all books he owns and where exactly to search for them. after a while he stood up and walked over to the library he was scanning these last couple minutes. he started taking out books and browsing the pages in them. it lowkey brought some sort of calmness, the turning of the pages, his finger trailing down the list and his subtle mumbling of the words. you closed your eyes and listened to what he was doing. a good while has passed since you last talked and you were slowly falling asleep, but you shook of the sleep as soon as you felt your body getting weaker, you didn't want to fall asleep on his couch and then waking up in pure terror when the girl is gonna repeat it was your fault over and over again. when you sat up straight again you remembered something from when you were younger. you knew that what you wanted to ask for right now was way out of spencer's comfort zone so it took few moments to rethink if it was really something you would like to try. "spencer?" you heard how he closed the book the second you spoke up. "is everything okay?" he walked over to the couch again to check up on you."i just remembered something..." he sat down awaiting something related to your nightmares. "it's nothing from the dream. i just remembered that when i was younger and i had a nightmare of some sort my mom would... you know what nevermind it's too much to ask for. i don't wanna make you feel uncomfortable," you quickly stood up from the couch getting ready to leave and go deal with the dreams on your own, but spencer stood up as well and his body blocked yours from making any other move. "what is it? i'm sure it can't be that bad," he chuckled a little. "hm, okay. uh when i was little my mom would always take me to her bed and cuddle me until i fell asleep," you tried to say is quietly as you could so he wouldn't hear you. "sorry, but i didn't hear you," he raised one of his eyebrows. "my mom would cuddle me until i fell asleep. and then the bad dreams went away," you could feel your face getting red from all the embarrassment. "would you like to try it? i mean it wouldn't hurt trying, if you say it stops the bad dreams," spencer shrugged his shoulders. "unless you are 100% comfortable with it," maybe this is is gonna ruin your friendship with spencer, you thought. "i am. after all it was me who suggested you coming here if you had nightmares. so it's worth of trying since you came all this way here at this hour," his hand was again on your shoulder. you nodded and looked back up at him. the comfortable look on his face reminded you that you have nothing to fear when he's there and that he is willing to do anything to help you out. you both nodded and spencer led the way to his room. he helped you lay down and then imidiately laid down next to you. at first it was bit awkward none of you knew how to start and what to do. somewhere in a back of your mind you could hear morgan's voice making jokes about how you're probably the first person to be in his bed with him but you choose to ignore it. "so, want to do this?" spencer asked again and you nodded in agreement. he lifted his left arm and suggested you place your head on his chest. you did as he asked and then he slowly put down his hand over your shoulders. both of you were scared to make any move, not to disturb the other. you could feel spencer grasp tightening and your head getting more comfortable on his chest. you haven't been in this position in a while and to be true, you missed it a lot. you could feel your bones and muscles to start resting slowly but surely. his hand was easily stroking your arm to help you rest even more. "you know what, i'd feel much better if someone did this with me back when i had nightmares," spencer tried to break the ice and was succesful when you laughed at what he said. "thank you, really. i can't imagine anyone else from the team to do this," you smiled and looked up at him. "there's nothing to be thankful for, i am doing this as your friend. you know, everyone on the team has the tendency to bury their feelings and i do it too, but when i saw you hurting and not feeling well i thought i might help a bit since i've been through this as well. if this won't help, or even if it will, i can give you some books on how to handle it, i have read few myself and seems like i do not need them anymore. and if the books won't help but this will, don't be scared to comeback more often, i'll be always willing to help you out even if it means cuddling," his voice was soothing and he even chuckled a bit in the end. you said thank you one more time but more quietly. you made yourself comfortable even more and after a while you allowed yourself to fall asleep. you felt safe as if nothing can hurt you when you were in spencer's arms. and it was true it helped a lot. you slept through the night without the dream coming back. the morning was much better and you even wanted to go back to work again. over the next couple of months the dream cameback once or twice though, but when it did comeback you always rushed over to spencer's who had already prepared with one spare pillow on his bed and helped you fall asleep safely again.

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Miles Between Us Chapter 8 ~Light vs Dark~

Previously in All in a Day's Work ...

A voice raced through her consciousness, telling her this was the way forward. She knew he needed his control back before he would be able to speak to her. So she got down on her knees and pulled his pants down.

When he wrapped her hair in his fist and tilted her head back, she smiled. "Now, let's get dirty and exorcise those pesky brain chatter, shall we?" Before he could reply, she took him full in her mouth and worshipped him with her love, absorbing every frustrated growl that ripped from his throat and every emotion that poured out of him with every roll of his hips.

She pushed him to the edge and over until he found his release, and his loud cries echoed in the air. When he shattered around her, his body slumped onto the floor and into her arms.

Claire knew they had a long night ahead of them, so she cradled him, waiting patiently for his breathing to calm. Later after she bathed him, they would talk, but for now, she was contented just to hold him a little while longer, as she wondered how many of Jamie's demons she would have to slay tonight and if love would be enough to conquer his hell.

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Jamie reached over to the other side of the bed and stilled when all he grabbed was air. His eyes instantly flew open, and he wondered why he was in bed. He jackknifed into a sitting position, his muscles tensing against the sudden alarm that spiked through his nerves, but when he saw the sliver of light under the door and heard Claire's movement in the bathroom, he eased back onto the mattress with a sigh.

Memories from earlier suddenly came rushing back to him. He'd arrived home, reeling with the need to expend energy, but not in the healthiest of ways. He'd ran from work after Willie had sent him home, and when he'd arrived to find Claire in the kitchen, the rush of adrenaline had buzzed through him like mad. Though he'd made up with his sister after their confrontation, the run to the cottage hadn't relieved the buildup of anxiety and guilt, but one thing had been clear throughout ...the need to see Claire had been paramount. She'd sensed something was off, but he hadn't anticipated her reading what he'd needed at that moment when he'd himself had no words for the volatile sensation raging within him. Ever since she'd arrived in his life, she'd been unintentionally rearranging everything, and all the painstaking layers he'd patched together over his broken parts were slowly being stripped away, little by little, to reveal what he'd buried underneath.

Earlier, she'd ripped another layer off when she'd offered her body for his own release. Despite rebelling against it, his body had a mind of its own, taking his fill like a starved man and pacifying the storm within. It had troubled him to see her pleasuring him on her knees and not had been able to reciprocate back, but she'd soothed him with words and her hands. He recalled the shame and fear that had shot through his bloodstream when he thought he'd hurt her with his rough play, but the moment she'd touched him, he'd lost track of everything, the mind-bending pleasure obscuring all reasons, making him feel depleted and whole at the same time. After she'd bathed him as if he was a bairn, she'd towelled his body dry and massaged his back until his limbs had gone pliant and heavy. And just before he'd dozed off, she'd whispered into his ears, "Rest now, my love and later we'll talk." He couldn't argue, even if he'd wanted to. Because, in her, he found his equilibrium, and his skeletons didn't rattle as much whenever she was around.

He'd just switched on the bedside lamp when the bathroom door opened, and Claire walked in wearing his bathrobe, the sheer size of it almost drowning her small frame. He couldn't help the smile forming his lips. It looked ridiculously too big on her but at the same time too adorable for words. He pushed himself up and patted the space next to him.

Watching her climbed the bed and crawl on all fours, he extended his arm out in an invitation to nestle against him. "How long was I out?" he asked.

"An hour tops," she replied, kissing him on the lips. Instead of huddling into his arms, she sat cross-legged, facing him, a touch of worry dimming her eyes. "You were knocked out."

"Really? Only an hour? I had no intention of falling asleep. I must have been tired. I feel like I've slept the whole night." Feeling slightly disappointed he couldn't put his arms around her, he took her hand instead and twined their fingers together.

"Willie dropped off your car, and I have your keys here," she said, pulling them from the pocket of the bathrobe and placing them on the mattress. "How are you feeling?

"Relaxed."

"That's good," she whispered, squeezing his hand.

His thumb brushed the inside of her wrist. "What ye did earlier ..." He felt a stirring in his loins when he remembered her mouth around him. "I would like to verra much do the same for ye if ye'd allow me."

"Jamie ..." she sighed, giving him a small warning look.

He shrugged, his mischievous smile telling her, Oh well! I tried. They eyed each other for a few heartbeats, a silent understanding passing between them. Jamie knew she was patiently waiting for him to initiate the talk. There was no way around it. Not even sex was going to get in the way. It had been a long time coming, and he owed her some explanations. "So ye want to talk ..."

"Would you like to have your dinner first? You haven't eaten yet."

"No, I'm good."

"Good. Let me know if you need anything."

"Aye ..." He moved into a more comfortable position. "Let's get this done and over with."

She gave him an encouraging nod. "Take your time. Whenever you're ready."

"Just a wee warning, Sassenach." He winked at her when he noticed her frown. "If this starts to feel like a therapist appointment, bear in mind I've noted all the available exits," he joked to lighten the mood.

It worked. The corner of her lips twitched. "I'll try my utmost best to keep that in mind."

He settled against the headboard and took a couple of cleansing breaths. It cleared his head a wee bit, allowing him to formulate the right words. Words that wouldn't sound like he was losing his mind. "Guilt," he began. "I told ye already before ...I have a bad case of it." His throat closed up. "It's what keeps me awake most nights, replaying all those things I didnae do right. As most insomniacs would know, nothing solves sleeplessness like a nice warm glass of despair and regret."

A flicker of worry flashed across her face. "Jamie, you told me you were feeling better." She scooted closer to him. "Have you been keeping the truth from me? Because if you are, it's not helping matters."

"No, Sassenach." He shooked his head. "I was telling ye the truth. I was feeling better, but there have been many strange things happening in the past that's just coming to light. The more I try to piece things together, the weirder it gets." He massaged his temple with his fingers. "Christ! Where do I begin?"

"Alright, one thing at a time." She paused, and he saw the cogs behind her eyes, turning. She appeared to be contemplating the best way to make it easy for him. "Did something happened at work earlier?" she asked.

He sighed. "Aye. I blew my top at work. It's unlike me to lose my head like that, especially in front of the other workers. It's kind of frightening when your emotions are beyond your control."

"Did it have anything to do with your episodes?"

"Probably. I'm not sure anymore."

"When you came home earlier, you really looked stressed, Jamie."

He stared at her and thought of the events that day. Ah, shite! Why is this so fucking difficult? They're only in the early phases of their relationship, and already she's tangled up in his web of messed-up issues. Surely this wasn't what she'd bargained for when she decided to take a chance on him? She only had a few days before she returned back to London, but here they were, it's early evening, cooped up in his bedroom trying to sort out his fucked-up head when they could be out on romantic dates. No one, except for his family, had really seen the true depths of his issues, and he'd coped fine for a long time without talking about it. Man up, Fraser - get to the bottom of it! Think of Harry!

"My sister and I had a fight," he finally said. "But I dinnae think the fight triggered anything. Or maybe a little. Ye see, it's no' the first time we've had a squabble like that. I think the beginning of the episode has more to do with something that has been building up for the last few days. Odd dreams, memories coming to the surface and such. And the sibling bicker was the last straw."

"What do you mean?" she asked. "Has this something to do with your dream the other night? You told me you had a strange dream and you had trouble sleeping."

His heart lurched as he recalled the dream. "Aye. But it goes way before that. Partly, it has something to do with that ..." He hesitated for a moment. "...and with ye."

"With me?" She visibly braced herself, a worried frown appearing on her brows. "Jamie ...if you're concerned about me not being able to cope with your condition and leaving you, you thought wrong. I care for you, and I want to help. But I can't help you if I don't understand what's going on. Whatever you're going through, we'll face it together."

He felt encouraged by the hopeful look she gave him. "But ye dinnae ken half of it."

"No, I don't," she agreed. "But we'll get through it together. Painful as it is to talk about what's hurting you, suppressing it will only make it worse, and there's a danger you could lose yourself and forget the person you are and all the good you have done in the process. If you're waiting for time to erase all those emotional pain, it's not going to happen, Jamie. I know this because I carry a lot of pain, too, and time has done nought to erase it. You just have to acknowledge it and learn to let it go."

His heart pounded. "This can open up all sorts of hurt, Sassenach ...for ye."

She studied him closely. "Why are you so worried about me getting hurt, Jamie? Ye're the one suffering from this condition."

His gaze lifted to meet hers, and a throbbing began underneath his collarbone. He wondered how much he could reveal about her parents' death without him disintegrating in front of her and scaring her away for good. This is the part where the room would normally close in on him, and then he would start to fidget and eventually clamp up. An uncomfortable pressure stretched against his rib cage, making it difficult to suck in a breath. They were already at the point of no return. But Claire's eyes instantly grounded him, turning the chaos in his head from a bright, blazing red to a cool, soothing blue.

He swallowed his mounting anxiety, focusing on healing what had been damaged inside of him. "Before anything else, Sassenach ...what do ye remember about yer parents' death?"

"Wot?" Her voice sounded throaty. "Why is it relevant?"

He loathed the sudden uncertainty sneaking into her expression. He wished he could go back and take back the words. "I'm sorry, but it's pertinent that I know."

She let go of his hand and rubbed her palms repeatedly along her thighs. "I -I was with my parents when the accident happened. I never told you this part before."

The image of young Claire trapped at the back seat of the car flared to life. His head fell forward with a groan, and when she touched his shoulder, he waved a hand and motioned for her to go on.

"I don't remember much except for the feeling of being very frightened and wanting to be with my mother. After that, everything was a blur."

"Have ye ever talked to your uncle about it?"

"Sort of," she said, scrunching up her shoulders. "When I was old enough to understand. But never in-depth." She stopped and eyed him suspiciously. "Jamie, what's with the questions about my parents? Are you trying to change the direction of this conversation?"

"No! No' at all!" He shifted position and squeezed his eyes shut for a beat. When he opened them again, he puffed out a breath. "Your parents ...the car ...I was there when it happened." She looked bewildered, but he didn't stop. "I was on my way to see my godfather. I-I was ten. And I had this ..."

"What do you mean you were there?"

Oh, God, give me strength. "I saw yer parents' accident," he said rapidly. She gasped and cupped a hand over her mouth. Shaking his head, he continued. "I ...I always thought my condition began right after my best mate died in the war zone. But it was way before that. I saw something that a child should never have to see, but I did. I would have told ye all these sooner if I had known. The dream ...I had the other night brought back all those horrific memories. Christ, Sassenach ..." He dropped his head into his hands. "I wish there's an easier way to say this. I'm so sorry for bringing this up, and I just cannae ..."

"Jamie ..."

Then the dam shattered, and everything came pouring out of him. He told her how Harry had first appeared into his life, coming to his aid in Glasgow when he'd fallen down onto his knees while going through an episode. And the mysterious ways the older man would pop up whenever he was in dire need of help. He spoke of his suspicions of what or who he'd thought Harry might have been after his family had questioned his friend's identity over New Year's Eve lunch at Lallybroch. And how his theory had been further validated the moment Murtagh had mentioned having known Claire's parents. Then his voice faltered when he told her what his godfather had told him the other day, about him being witness to her parents' accident as a young boy. And how seeing uncle Lamb's similarity to Harry had triggered the dream and brought back all the suppressed memories. He told her how he'd held her that fateful day and how the memories of that event changed him forever, vowing to himself nothing like that would ever happen again under his watch.

By the time Jamie finished, he felt weightless. Like he'd been lugging around sandbags on his shoulders all his life, and they'd just been ripped open, dumping their contents onto the ground.

When he finally glanced up, Claire was immobile, staring at the wall behind him. The unfocused expression he'd seen the other night when he'd asked about her parents was back, only this time she appeared more thoughtful.

"Sassenach?"

Her gaze cut to his. "So you knew my dad."

"I did." She must have sensed his sincerity because she closed her eyes and her lips quivered a bit as if she's trying her hardest to keep her emotions in check. Christ, he wanted to drag her away from all the pain he'd just brought up. He didn't like seeing her like this. He'd told her more than he'd been prepared to, and they should call it a wrap for now. But he needed to know if there were any mental scars she'd been nursing and if so, he wondered if he'd made it worse. If he did, he'd never forgive himself. "Sassenach, please tell me ye're alright."

Her gaze lifted to meet his, and she hugged herself close. "I think so," she whispered. "Just give me a few minutes to let it all sink in, alright? Don't give up on me just yet." They simultaneously took a deep breath, making her smile at the realisation. He resisted the urge to pull her onto his lap and focused on what she had to say. He'd already said his bit, and now it was her turn. So he listened. "That moment at the pub, when I first laid eyes on you, I had this strong feeling we've always known each other. I even said to myself, maybe we did ...in another lifetime. All this while we had no idea we were both connected through my dad."

"Aye, I felt the same way, Sassenach, and I put it down simply to a strong attraction between us. I even thought it would pass, but the more I got to know ye, the more I wanted more of ye. It frightened the hell of me, firstly because of where ye live. I didnae think our relationship could work with my condition. And secondly, because I didnae want my burden to be yer burden. It would kill me if ye had to go through what I've been going through almost all my life."

She seemed transfixed as she made a move towards him, reminding him of the way she'd looked just before they're about to make love. Pressure rolled off him the moment she straddled his lap, leaving him almost light-headed when she tenderly placed a hand against the side of his face. "Do you realise what an extraordinary man you are?" She tunnelled her fingers through his hair, making his eyelids fall to half-mast. "You see, Jamie ...only good men feel the load of their burdens. And exceptional ones like you persist on taking more. Because of you, I want to be a better person and take some of your burdens. The same way you've carried the burden of my parents' death all this while." She laid her head into the crook of his shoulder, snuggling into his neck in a way that somehow mended a broken part of him. "Growing up without them has been hard, and it still pains me a lot when I think of what could have been. But I realise now, sometimes death has a heart, and we can't beat ourselves up for recognising it." A few heartbeats passed before she met his gaze. "Out of tragedy, we found each other, and that means their death must count for something, don't you think?"

The simplicity of her words, her acceptance of their past, the vulnerable girl he saw underneath the confident woman she was today reached every damaged corner of his being. There was no choice but to press their bodies together.

He pulled her closer and gently combed his fingers through her curls as he brushed his lips against hers. His thumb caressed her cheek before cupping it in his hand. When she smiled, his fingers tugged her chin to bring her mouth back to his. The kiss deepened, his fingers fumbling with the ties of the bathrobe she's wearing before pushing it down over her shoulders. Fluidly, never breaking contact, his lips travelled down her throat, her back arching to offer her breast. He was about to take a nipple to his mouth when he noticed a band of bruise circling her arm. He jerked back and realised there was an identical one on her other arm.

A sick feeling settling in his gut, he touched one of the bruises with his index finger. "What's this?" he asked, even though deep inside, he knew the answer already.

She rubbed it with a hand as if it was nothing. "Jamie, don't worry about it. I have pale skin, and I bruise like a peach."

He ground his teeth and shook his head. "I did this earlier, didn't I? When I came home from work, right after the fight with Jenny."

When she flinched, he felt like a bucket of ice-cold water had been thrown over him. He lifted her off his lap and got out of bed, and went to stand by the window.

"Jamie, it was nothing. We were playing rough, and these things happen."

He could feel the darkness coming back again, trying to shroud him. He needed to concentrate on his breathing. When a woman like Claire loved with such fierceness, surely that love should have enough light to push the dark away. But he was coming down hard and fast, and the sick feeling in his guts was trying to make its way up, making him want to gag.

He heard her approach, and he steeled himself when she wrapped her arms around his middle and laid her head on the centre of his back. "Jamie, you didn't hurt me. You have to believe me."

How could he want Claire's love and feel the unshakable compulsion to run away at the same time? Her arms were circled around him so tight, he thought she might be trying to join them together as one. A huge part of him wanted them joined together, but the darker side of him was scared to death. He'd allowed her to soothe him with every word, every touch. But now it was high time to get rid of the blinders. His chest hurt, and every fear he'd succeeded to overcome throughout the last few days poured down on his head.

Claire shouldn't want the man he'd become, who had a tendency to inflict pain and bruises on her skin when under the influence of his episodes even if it wasn't intended. He thought of Jenny earlier and the frightened look on her face, his fists curled, ready to cause injury. This relationship with Claire would be over as soon as she realised she'd saddled herself with a sick man with the potential to be violent, and he knew he wouldn't be able to bear it when that day came. It was up to him to make sure she didn't make this mistake because she deserved more, and he loved her too much to allow her to be blinded by their love. He didn't want her to make that error.

"Claire ...I need to go."

Claire turned him to face her, weariness dimming her normally bright amber eyes. He'd done this to her, snuffed out the light in her. But she was so beautiful, her curls, wrecked and wild, mouth puffy from their kisses. "I'm not letting you go, Jamie. We're in this together. You have to believe me when I say you didn't hurt me and that you are a good man. You don't have it in you to hurt anyone."

Her words were hot irons branding his insides. "Dinnae say those things in the heat of the moment. Ye're too good of a person to realise when something bad is standing right under yer nose."

"You're not making any sense Jamie. Come back to bed, please ...and we'll talk it over." She was close to tears, and it was breaking his heart to see her like this. "I meant it when I said I love you and nothing ...not even this condition that you have will drive me away from you."

Jamie exhaled a sharp breath. "I need to clear my head." He walked away from her and grabbed the jeans, hanging neatly over the chair.

"I know what you're trying to do, Jamie. I can see right through you. You want to leave me because you think you're a danger to me. You're wrong." She tugged his arm and attempted to pull him towards her, but he remained still, looking anywhere but into her eyes. She grasped his face with both her hands, forcing him to look at her. "Look at me! I want you to know I'm not afraid of a fight. Just tell me what I'm up against so I can knock it down for you."

It took a lot of willpower to remain upright and resist the urge to voice out his fears. He knew she would be able to defeat his doubts, but for how long? Those fears would grow back even bigger and more persistent once time had passed and the outside world began to encroach on them. "Let me go, Sassenach."

"Never, Jamie. You said on the day before I left for London we were in this together, you and I. I'm holding my side of the bargain, and I will not let you go. So you better get used to that."

He turned away and started to scramble for the rest of his clothes. When he finished pulling up his jeans and putting on his t-shirt and shoes, it took him what seemed like an eternity to face her. Her face was ashen as she drew the bathrobe around her. "I'm done talking, for now, Claire."

Tears streamed down her face as he grabbed his phone and keys and made his way out. He couldn't get out of the cottage fast enough. His heart hammered, his ears started to ring, his lungs squeezing out the last air. He'd hurt her. He'd seen the bruises with his eyes, and now she's crying because of him. He needed to get out fast to clear his head.

She followed him closely behind. "Please tell me where you're going, Jamie. At least give me that," she pleaded.

He couldn't stand to see her tears anymore or hear the plea in her voice. He was doing what's right for her because he loved her too much. He wasn't even sure where he was going or if anyone would be safe in his presence. All he could think of was how frightened his sister had looked at him and the bruises he'd inflicted in Claire's arms. He needed to get as far away as possible, away from the people he loved.

He got into his car, slammed the door, and started the engine.

Claire banged on his window, her face wet with tears. "Don't do this, Jamie. We can fix this together. Please don't go. I'm begging you."

"I love you, Sassenach. I love you so much," he mumbled under his breath as he jerked his car into gear, reversing from his driveaway. The wheels spun and screeched as he pulled away, his body shaking and his heart shattering into tiny pieces.

Claire's safe now, he reassured himself, gripping the steering wheel tight, safe and far from the stifling darkness closing in.

..........

Claire watched Jamie's car disappear into the darkness. She wanted to scream and crumple to the ground out of sheer despair and fear. But she realised her presence of mind was needed at this moment. She needed to call someone and alert them to what happened. Jamie could be in danger. Willie!

She ran back to the house and grabbed her phone. With shaking fingers, she wiped the tears from her eyes and tapped on the screen. She'd just managed to find Willie's name when her phone rang. She saw it was her uncle Lamb. Oh God now's not the time. Though frustrated, she answered. "Hello?"

The line crackled before uncle Lamb spoke. "Sweetheart, it's me. I hope the Scottish weather is holding up because I'm on my way for a visit. We had another setback at work, and I didn't want to hang around, scratching my arse doing nothing. I'll be arriving in four days. I hope you'll still be there; otherwise, I'll change my flight ticket to London."

Not wanting to alert her uncle with her worries about Jamie, she cleared her throat and tried to sound cheerful. "That's great! I'll be here, and I can't wait to see you! But I really need to run along. So many things going on." It wasn't a lie, but she would call him back once she'd sorted out this mess she was dealing with. "I'll call you later."

"That's fine, darling. I can't wait to meet, Jamie ..."

Oh, dear, God, please help me.

Dear Readers,

Firstly, I'm sorry if this took slightly longer to update. My excuse: my computer has gone funny on me. I need to buy a new PC, and I've been busy looking on the net for one, hence the delay of this update.

Moving along, I'm asking you to please bear with me with this chapter. I understand it's a bit heavy and slightly dark, but it had to be done because it is necessary if the story is to gel together. Despite the heavy undertone of this latest update, I hope you've enjoyed it, and you get what I'm trying to put across. On a much brighter note, thank you so much for your feedback from the previous chapter. I love it when I read your thoughts about a scene or plot. They are so appreciated, and I'm already looking forward to what you think of this latest instalment. Meanwhile, wishing you a great start to the week. Take care of yourself always and be safe. Much love.X

#melodyheart #wonderwall #milesbetweenus #ClaireBeauchamp/JamieFraser #claire beauchamp #jamie fraser #outlanderfanfic

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lovelivingmydreams · 4 years ago

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A might have been part 2

Okay listen. If you really believed for even a moment that I was going to make an alternative past for @kingcreativityau where King got to be friends with baby instinct/fear and write all the way up to the split and then not include everything that happened after... Do you guys know me at all? My brain will not be sattisfied with this narative until i have written at least up until the return. And if there ever comes a time where the og comic comes to a conclusion, you better believe I’ll write how all of those events transpired in this alternate version of the timeline. So like it or not, at least two more parts are coming. So there. Enjoy!

part 1 here

A friendship for the ages

Creativity blinked in confusion. What… What was he doing? He looked up and saw… Himself? “Wow, you are just like me!” they chorused. They looked at each other stunned for a moment before they burst out laughing. They got up and shook hands. “Creativity,” they introduced themselves, laughing once more. “Wow, no kidding,” they snorted. “King?” a broken voice wondered. Both looked up. Curious about who spoke. Someone about their height took a step closer, pushing away from a smaller boy. Wait they knew this guy right? The name was at the tip of their tongue. “Not me. Is he talking to you?” they both wondered, looking at each other. “Guess not,” they shrugged. But King did sound familiar, though it didn’t quite feel like them. “I call Prince!” the one in the red cape declared. “Why?” The green caped one pouted. “Because I was first to call prince!” the prince reasoned. “Oh… That makes sense. Then I’m duke!” duke grinned. They turned to the boy, both grinning widely. Seemingly unaware of the atmosphere surrounding their appearance. Prince stepped forward proudly. “I am Prince!” he announced with a bow. “Nice to officially make your acquaintance.” Because they did know him didn’t they? Why was it such a mess in their heads? “Duke!” the other cackled. “Duke, dukey!” he giggled then. “I’m dukey,” he exclaimed with glee. “This… Is quite the unexpected turn,” a taller boy with glasses said. “Unexpected? You killed king! And all you can say about it is that it was unexpected?” The familiar boy cried, making the tall boy flinch. “Fear, kiddo…” the shorter boy soothed. Fear! “Oh! Fear! You are Fear!” Duke shouted, jumping up and down as he pointed at Fear. “You are our friend right?” Prince added. Fear looked up at them, tears still in their eyes. “Why are you sad? Whom must I slay?” Prince asked. “Yeah! We’ll make them poop their pants!” Duke added. Fear took a step back and shook his head. “You stay away,” he sobbed and took of. “Fear!” the little boy with glasses pleaded. The twins looked at each other. “What did we say?” “Fear simply needs time to ‘mourn’ your previous form. He’s highly emotional, it was to be expected that he would not respond well to such a big change with no time to mentally prepare. Let him have his tantrum. He’ll be back soon,” the tall boy stated firmly, adjusting his glasses. The boys wanted to believe him but both he and the little guy who introduced himself as Morality and the other as Logic cast worried glances in the direction Fear had ran of to. Sometimes they’d disappear in that direction and come back looking sad. Prince and Duke got to know the mindscape and, more importantly, the imagination fairly quickly and both agreed that Thomas was the most amazing person in the world and deserved everything he wanted. Sure Duke could be a bit gross sometimes and Prince could get a bit egocentric and too caught up with his own thoughts. But they were doing well. Logic was frustrated though that neither had interest in homework. And Morality seemed upset that they didn’t care much for playing with the other kids. Not even Thomas’ brothers. Well that was their problem really. The twins had each other. There was one side they were interested in though. Fear. The ‘tantrum' as Logic called it had still not blown over and everyone seemed worried. So, deciding to investigate to satisfy their curiosity they went looking for him. They knew what direction to go in. The others had gone to talk to Fear a bunch of times since he left. All they had to do was walk in the direction they went until they found him right? The walk was long, but eventually they saw a big willow. No Fear though. Was he in the shadowy part of the mind? “Stop!” The twins froze and looked at the willow. Had the tree just shouted at them? “Hello?” Prince called. “Leave me alone!” They knew that voice! The twins ran up to the tree and pushed the branches out of their way and froze. Fear was sitting up in the higher branches, hood pulled over his face and four spider legs springing from underneath his clothes. He looked down and six purple eyes lit up in the dark. “I said go!” he growled. A yellow snake slithered up from a hole in the tree wrapping itself protectively/comfortingly around his figure. “That is so cool!” Duke grinned getting himself a jab into the ribs from his brother. “Fear. We… We just wanted to know why you don’t want to be our friend. Did we do something?” Prince asked gently. “No! I’m keeping everyone safe. People who are nice to me get hurt.” “That isn’t true fear…” the snake hissed gently, surprising the twins. Fear glared at the snake. “Isn’t it Deceit?” he growled, making the snake recoil. “Thought so. Just… Go with them. I’ll be fine,” he muttered as he curled in on himself and wrapped his legs around himself like a cage. “That’s a lie. You aren’t fine,” Deceit objected. “Is he… Is this because we aren’t king?” Prince wondered nervously. For all his grandness he was terrified of falling short. He didn’t want to be less wonderful than this King person. If he wasn’t as good or better than the original, what was the point of him existing? “This has nothing you do with that! Just leave me alone!” Fear growled hiding in his hoodie. The snake sighed and came down, turning into a teen boy. Duke whistled impressed, while Prince looked away. Something about the scaled half of the boy's face made something in his gut twist. It felt like guilt. But he’d never met this side. What could he have done to feel this way? “Maybe you two have more luck,” Deceit muttered as he left the shelter of the Willow. “Finally,” Fear huffed. “Now if you two would kindly go back to the central consciousness and get back to work. Thomas needs you two too much for you to waste time on me.” Prince rolled his eyes. “As if. Logic is making homework and if we try to have fun now we’ll get yelled at.” That caught Fear’s attention. “You aren’t helping?” he asked confused. “Why would we? Homework is boring,” Prince scoffed as he put a hand on his hip and made a gesture with his other as if to indicate how obvious his statement was. “Yeah, we only ‘get in the way��,” Duke chipped in. Sounding like he was quoting Logic. Fear rolled his eyes. Honestly. “Have you not been listening to anything Morality’s been teaching you?” he asked. “I am a prince! I know good from bad!” Prince objected, sounding rather insulted. “Not about being moral… Has Logic been showing you around then?” Fear wondered. He had assumed Morality would take up the role of care taker. But maybe Logic had taken up the task of instructing the new sides in the ways of the mindscape? “Showing us around?” Duke wondered as he and his brother exchanged glances. “Wait… so they just… Expected you two to know what to do?” Fear asked shocked. “What is there to know? We are creativity. We found the imagination and that is that,” Prince huffed. Though he was intrigued by the idea of more, he wasn't going to admit to being I’ll informed. Fear jumped out of the tree and took them both in. “You’re not lying to get me to come back are you?” The confusion on the twin’s faces must’ve been enough. “Fine,” Fear surrendered grumpily as he started walking to the central conscience. “I’ll show you the basics, but then I’m kicking Logic’s behind in gear and heading back home.” The twins protested, but were secretly excited. They’d needed someone to actually break their ties when they disagreed. To actually listen to their stories and give input other than almost blind praise or cold analysis. Not to mention the fact that they had known him as a friend when they woke up while the others had been mostly strangers in their eyes. That had to mean something. Surely he was a fun playmate. When they saw the stress bunnies for the first time they were absolutely delighted to have something to hunt. And surely enough, Fear was enjoying himself too. Fear showed them how to make learning fun for Thomas and he even showed them that playing was more fun with others. And though he insisted he’d leave again soon, and avoided the others for a good while, he stuck around. Prince and Duke soon discovered just how far Fear was willing to go to keep them safe. During the first nightmare Fear encountered with them he defended them fiercely. Actually almost injuring himself. The twins were shocked by this and took better care to make sure Fear didn’t endanger himself for their sake again. “You aren’t really going back to the willow are you?” Prince asked one day, almost timidly, though he tried his best to sound casual. Fear shifted. The twins knew how to work with the others, they understood what to do with stress and worries and fears, they knew who to turn to when trouble arose… But he could find a million reasons not to leave them and he knew why. He had grown attached to them. He’d tried not to. It felt like a betrayal to King and he still worried he’d loose them right when he got comfortable with the new situation. But he couldn’t leave their side now. “Nah. I don’t trust you two not to burn down the mindscape without me keeping an eye on you,” he teased. Prince scoffed and gave him a push. Duke just shrugged, because honestly? He would definitely cause chaos and destruction if Fear didn’t redirect him every once in a while. Fear knew that if he was staying he should talk with Logic and Morality. “Padre! Teach! We got someone here who wants to talk to you,” Prince announced. The two sides turned and the twins made way to show Fear was with them greeting both sides with an awkward wave. Morality gasped and clasped his hands in front of his face. “Kiddo! Are… Are you back to stay?” he asked carefully. “I mean… I’ll stay out of the way if you want. I just… Yeah, I’m back. Those two need babysitting and neither of you are up to that it seems so…” He felt two fists push at his shoulders and chuckled. “You know I’m right,” he grinned. Then he looked up at the two sides he’d been rather rude to. “Listen, I’m still not happy about you guys not including everyone in the decision. But Princey and Duke don’t seem to be upset with you two. Not really, so I can’t be either. You tried to do what was best for Thomas. I can’t be mad about that. I just… I was afraid to let you guys back in I guess.” Fear couldn't meet their eyes. He was sure they hated him by now. He'd been pushing them away and…

Suddenly he was tackled in a hug by Morality.

“Oh kiddo. Of course you're welcome back!”

“Indeed. Though you might not have been talking to us, we have noticed your efforts. Or was I to believe that the twins suddenly got interested in assisting with schoolwork on their own?”

Fear shrugged as best as he could while still being embraced by the heart.

“From what I heard, yeah? I mean you guys seem to expect them to just know how things work.”

Logic nodded. “I see. Well we did attempt to explain at first, but we failed to communicate with the twins properly.” It had been puzzling to him why the twins couldn’t just follow his instructions. He would have to ask Fear what he’d done to get them suddenly interested in helping out. But almost overnight Logic had gone from overseeing the homework by himself to having two eager assistants making Thomas excited to learn again.

Morality finally let go and grinned up at him. “Guess a dad can sometimes learn a thing or two from his son,” he teased. Recalling how Prince had suddenly started to include his family and classmates in the stories he and Thomas made again. How Duke’s unfiltered curiosity started branching out to other people as well. How had Fear done that? Fear rolled his eyes. “Whatever short…” the teasing remark was cut off as Fear looked Morality up and down a few times. “Did you get taller?” he asked perplexed.

He was sure Morality used to be a head shorter than him. But now the difference was less than an inch.

“Um yeah. I guess…” Morality mused waving his hand above their heads in fascination. “I didn't really notice. Gosh. Maybe I’ll end up taller than you. Wouldn't that be something?” he chuckled.

Fear just shrugged dismissively.

“Nuh uh! We'll be the tallest!” Prince declared. “Just you wait!”

“Fear is going to be a midget forever though!” Duke chuckled.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Fear frowned.

In answer the twins flanked him and he could see they were both taller than him. Not by much, but enough that he couldn't deny it once he paid attention to it. Of course. Even when he was no longer the youngest he was destined to be the baby of the group. Well better remind the twins why he's called Fear then.

“You have five seconds,” he smirked.

“Huh?” Duke wondered.

“Four seconds, “ Fear grinned as his eyes lit up with a violet shine.

“Duke run!” Prince urged and the two took of. Fear chuckled for a few seconds before he let his spider voice echo through the mindscape. “One, Here I come.” And then he took off after the twins.

“He’s a little different isn't he?” Morality mused worriedly as he listened for the sounds in the mindscape, relieved to hear nothing but laughter fill the metaphysical air. Fear was just playing.

“As was to be expected. Fear held a strong attachment to king. More so than either of us. I don't think that I would've been able to convince him to help me stage a coup so to speak if it had come to that.

That loyalty and attachment has now transferred to the twins in some measure, but that does not replace what he had with King. The roles seem to have switched though. He is the caretaker now, though the twins seemed ready to fight on his behalf when they first formed…” Logic summarized looking into his notes. He’d been cataloguing the changes in the Thomasphere after the split and how they correlated to changes in Thomas’ over all wellbeing for future reference.

“They are more equal now,” Morality noted. “Fear wouldn't have dreamed to initiate such a game with King, or to say anything suggesting he needed help. I think… “ Morality frowned. There was no way to say this without sounding terrible. “They might both be happier like this. King… he would want this for Fear,” he decided. King cared for Fear almost as much as he cared for Thomas. It was out of concern for them that he’d asked them to do this. He might not have expected this outcome, but he would understand right?

“So long as the progress of the past week keeps up, Thomas will greatly benefit of the situation.” Logic supplied.

Morality let out a sigh. Thomas would be fine and Fear would fully forgive them with time. And then they could build on this new foundation. He would make sure his family stayed happy. That was his job. He was the dad after all.

It was only a matter of time before the twins would run into Deceit. Especially since the Dukes ideas were unpleasant to Thomas more often than not. Fear usually managed to get Duke to use his ‘inside voice’. Sometimes Prince would notice Fear was getting uncomfortable and reign his brother in. But that couldn’t last forever.

“What is going on here?” Deceit wondered as he walked in on the trio. Duke paused in his rambling and Prince looked up from where he and Fear were sitting on the ground, his arm around the nervous side’s shoulder while Fear had been curled up in a ball trying to block out the images Duke was planting in his head. Once he saw who it was though Prince looked down, he still didn’t like looking at that scaled face.

Fear looked up and went from comforted to comforting. He didn't know what happened, but he did know that for some reason king had changed Deceit and Prince had inherited some sort of phantom guilt.

“Snake-face hi!” Duke on the other hand found it amazing.

“You’re clearly the charmer of the two,” Deceit drawled. Fear was pretty sure that some of his change in attitude had to do with him spending so much time with Dee right after what everyone just called ‘the split’.

He had simply rubbed off on him. “Hi Dee,” Fear smiled tensely. “Fear, good to see you out and about,” Deceit smiled warmly. It was odd. When King first discovered Instinct, he’d been sure he wouldn’t like the new side. He didn’t like how excited King already was for a new friend. And by all accounts he should’ve stayed away from him, but he just couldn’t help but feel a bond with him. They both had a job that wasn’t particularly fun to do, both had parts of them the others disliked. And they both took King’s split hard. Not that he had told Fear of the latter. What was the point? And King hadn’t wanted Fear to know anyway.

“Yeah, I guess you were right. I couldn’t hide away forever,” Fear smiled tensely. “What seems to be the problem here?” Deceit wondered. Something had called him here after all. He knew he couldn’t avoid talking to the twins forever, but he had pretended he could. And now he had to make a stellar first impression. Great. “Oh… Did I do the thing again?” Duke wondered. He didn’t get why the others got upset over is suggestions so much, but they did and he tried to not be too much. But now he really was just having some fun. He wasn't saying Thomas should do anything. He was just making pictures.

Still, Fear was clearly upset. “It’s… It’s fine. You can’t always help it,” Fear assured him. Duke looked around and noticed an abundance of stress bunnies and kittens and puppies, most of them slightly more grotesque than Fear’s usual were. He liked it. But why hadn’t Fear gotten rid of them yet? It wasn’t like him to let them roam free for long.

“Want some help with those?” Deceit wondered as he gestured around. Fear looked at the dozens of creatures and let out a tired sigh. “I’ll get it. Just… I need a moment,” he muttered. “Very well. Duke was it?” Deceit asked. Duke nodded. “I need some help maintaining the Willow. Would you be so kind?” Fear frowned. What? Duke just jumped up with a big smile. “Of course double D!” he grinned. “Wonderful. Fear, Prince, you don’t mind if I borrow him for a couple of hours right?” he asked. Fear looked at Prince who just shrugged. “If he’s okay with it. But he will come back after right?” The prince asked tensely. “Of course. I’ll send him straight to the imagination even,” Deceit bowed before leaving, the Duke following right by his side, ranting about one thing or another. Fear looked at Prince. “You sure you are okay with this? You two haven’t been apart since… Well. Ever.” Prince shrugged again. “I… I think so. We don’t have to be together all the time right?” Fear shrugged. “I guess not,” he allowed. They weren’t one person anymore after all. Fear tried to remember that, but it was still strange sometimes. “I’m going to round up those guys,” he announced as he got up. Prince followed his example. “Want some help with that?” Fear hesitated, he didn’t usually ask anyone for help. The point was that he’d deal with them alone right? He'd just told Dee he could handle it… “Morality says that friends should be able to count on us to help them. So… I want to help,” Prince insisted. Fear smiled at that. “Yeah, sounds fun,” he allowed. As Deceit promised, Duke returned to the imagination after a few hours. All the shadow creatures had been dealt with and Duke was back to a level of crazy Fear could handle. Thomas had not been negatively affected by Dukes mood after he went to the back of the mind it seemed. The twins started going off on their own more often after that. Duke tended to venture to the willow to chat with Deceit for a while, while Prince remained on the front of the mind at all times. Fear wandered between the two. He couldn’t really handle not seeing either for too long. Still things started to get to a new sort of normal and Morality and Logic became more and more convinced every day that they’d done the right thing. Everyone was happier now. That’s what Morality thought, until he found Fear, sitting in a corner of the mind by himself. Which was unusual. “Heya kiddo. Where are the twins?” he wondered gently as he knelt down. He was a good inch taller than Fear by now. Which made Fear officially the shortest of the group, a fact the twins loved to tease him about. “Duke is at the willow and Prince is fighting a dragon or a witch, I don’t know,” Fear shrugged, his eyes shimmering. Had he been crying? “Ok… And why are you here all by yourself?” If Prince was fighting something, Fear would usually stick close by just in case. And sometimes that was indeed needed, though Morality and Logic both wondered if Prince occasionally just liked having Fear save him and fuss over him afterwards.

“I… It just hurt too much today,” he whispered, a sob breaking free. Morality felt a sharp pain in his chest. He knew what Fear meant and he couldn’t believe he never picked up on this. Of course spending time with the twins was hard on Fear. “Oh Kiddo… Do you want a hug?” Fear didn’t always allow physical affection. This time however he seemed to be really in need of some, because he almost immediately latched onto the fatherly side and started sobbing. “I care about them, I really do! But I miss him so much!” he tried to explain. “Of course. Loving them doesn’t take away how you felt about him. I think those feelings actually make each other stronger. Remember what he said? That it didn’t matter what name you used, you’d always be his friend? This is sort of like that,” Morality assured him. “I… I know… Most of the time. But sometimes I feel so bad for liking them, and then I feel bad about feeling bad… What if that never stops? I don’t want to hurt them!” he pleaded “It’ll get better. There will be bad days, but it’ll get better. I miss him too. I know it wasn’t the same as it was for you. But he was important to me too.” “Sorry, I… I didn’t mean-” “No kiddo, that’s not what I meant. I was just trying to say that I understand. And I’m here to listen. Okay? Just come to your dear old dad whenever you need to okay? I’ve got you.” Fear let himself relax into the embrace and cry the tears he’d been holding back for months. He didn’t notice someone was watching them. Morality did though, and he tried not to let the accusatory glare get to him. Deceit could think of this what he wanted. Morality was just trying to look out for his kids. Things got a little better after that. Fear was more relaxed when hanging out in the back of the mind, the vague memories of being an incorporeal instinct not as haunting as they once had been. He got even bolder in his banter with the twins. He was also a bit more comfortable with letting them be without him from time to time. And he got a bit braver when it came to confronting the uglier parts of the past. “I’m just saying. If you ask them they’ll probably change you back,” he insisted as he laid down in the patch of grass underneath the willow. The twins were doing a school project with Logic and he had chosen to catch up with Deceit who still didn’t come up to the central consciousness except to retrieve Duke when needed.

“I don’t want them to change me back Fear, drop it.” “Then why are you hiding away all of the time?” Fear countered. “I know Princey is kinda awkward around you, but that won't get better if he never gets to know you. And the others will warm up to you. I'll have your back remember? No matter what happened between you and him, the twins deserve a chance don't they?” Fear pointed out. Deceit sighed. “I suppose you have a point… And Duke isn’t horrible company,” he allowed. Fear smiled and they both started debating over something Thomas' teacher did that week. The subject laid at rest. Deceit never did ask the twins to return his face to normal. He felt it was fitting honestly. A permanent warning to everyone of what he was. Princey slowly relaxed around Deceit as the later visited the central consciousness more often. And once again things in the mindscape improved.

#kingau #sanders sides #tssides #creativitytwins #virgil sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #janus sanders #this au lives rent free in my head #but i need the space #please send help

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