#maybe i just need to give up on the huge lake idea :-|

[xecat]

brother my inability to make decisions about my acnh island is ruining my fucking lifde

[loveinhawkins]

picturing Eddie first meeting Dustin and thinking yeah, he knows how this goes: he’ll be a larger than life, comical figure in this kid’s life for, like, not even a year before he leaves Hawkins High in the dust.

And sure, Dustin is, like, ridiculously endearing even when he’s being a cocky little shit in campaigns, and that suits Eddie just fine, ‘cause he can be a cocky little shit at the best of times, downright obnoxious really, he thinks—a part of him’s never outgrown the juvenile, no matter how many times he repeats senior year.

Plus Dustin is crazily good at solving riddles, so Eddie’s remaining months leading Hellfire are definitely gonna be a fun challenge.

Then March comes.

And Eddie’s shaking apart in a boathouse, seeing impossible, terrible things on a loop in his head, Chrissy, Chrissy, God no, please, and Dustin’s there, with a wisdom far beyond his years, calmly leading him out of the dark.

Eddie half expects it to be a trick, but no. Dustin Henderson believes him.

You don’t know me, Eddie wants to say.

But there’s a constant defiance in Dustin’s expression, even when he’s clearly trying to keep things light and breezy, there’s nothing to worry about! Like he’s just daring for Eddie to contradict him.

There’s something assured in how the kid does things, Eddie thinks. He can see how the years of all this shit have shaped him, have him flitting between maturity and earnestness: something born from a childhood that’s not been lost, just altered.

He watches Dustin walk with Steve Harrington in the woods—can read the shared history and fondness hidden in between layers of snark; they’re family, he knows that without a doubt.

What trips him up is that Dustin keeps looking back, keeps drawing him back into the group with complaints that he’s walking too slow, and his eyebrows are raised meaningfully, like he’s really saying that there’s room for Eddie here, too.

And Eddie doesn’t know how to convey the sudden gratitude he feels closing up his throat—feels too jittery still, too raw to do anything justice.

He keeps close when Dustin tears off through the woods, heart in his mouth as the night darkens, Dustin, can you slow down? Dustin!

He pulls Dustin back from the lake’s edge just in time, then feels Steve’s watchful eyes on him—spots a flicker of approval, like he’s passed some sort of test.

And that feeling only grows the longer he’s around Steve, lying through his teeth in The Upside Down, I don’t even know why I care what that little shrimp thinks, and Steve’s giving him this knowing sideways glance, like maybe they’re something of the same; Eddie feels a sudden, unexpected rush of joy at the thought, dancing in and out of Steve’s space, still super jealous as hell, by the way.

“I told you, right?” Dustin says, grinning widely as Steve drives them out of Forest Hills at breakneck speed. “He’s awesome.”

And Eddie feels the fondness of his own smile, feels it right down to his core, because he gets that Dustin’s only being so forthcoming because Steve can’t hear him right now.

Kid worships you, dude. Like, you have no idea.

It hits him then, while roughhousing with Dustin in the grass (a deliberate distraction, trying to make the kids forget about weapons and fire): that he’s never really been the kinda guy who people want to stick around, but now…

Now he’s starting to think that he could be.

Starts to imagine, starts to hope—and that’s huge, something that would’ve seemed impossible mere days ago—as he sees Robin and Nancy laughing at his antics, their weapon-making temporarily forgotten.

They like me, Eddie thinks with wonder, they really like me.

And he wants—sudden and fierce, with all he has—to change the world for them, to make it so Robin Buckley would just be spending spring break watching arty films, dreaming of Paris; so Nancy Wheeler would never need to hide guns in her bedroom, would never have to carry an unimaginable grief.

Steve looks over, too—his laugh carries across the field, and Eddie is caught by the warmth in his eyes; even as Dustin manages to playfully tackle him, he’s still thinking of Steve, and maybe, maybe…

The lightness fades as they go over the plan, but not the emotion: Eddie keeps that tucked away, safe, a promise to himself.

“Uh, are you sure about this?” he says in an undertone to Steve, when it’s first revealed that it’s him and Dustin paired up together.

Steve’s eyes are apologetic, “Sorry, man, I’ve tried every—if there was a way to just, like, sit it out, I’d have—”

“No,” Eddie says urgently, “I mean…” And he points at himself before nodding discreetly to where Dustin is—currently talking up a storm with Erica, something about vents that he can’t make sense of.

“Are you sure?” Eddie presses, trying to put all he’s not saying into the question, I can see how much that kid means to you, I’ve known him, like, six months, Harrington, that’s nothing, why, why do you—

Steve shakes his head. A little smile breaks through his concern. “Yeah, of course,” he says, like it’s nothing.

But Eddie can feel the weight of it. A passing of the torch.

And he doesn’t know how to put what he’s feeling into words: that, apart from Wayne, he’s never really allowed people in, never allowed them to matter like this.

As they drive back to the Creel House, as time runs out and nerves build, he tries to show everything he can’t say; he helps Nancy take stock of supplies, offers Robin his shoulder so she can sleep, and he knows that’s not enough, barely scratches the surface, but it’s all he’s got.

He sits in the back of the RV, watches Steve, tense and silent in the driver’s seat, and knows with certainty what his mission is: get Dustin Henderson safely back home.

And no, Eddie doesn’t know how any of this is gonna go.

But he can hope.

He can try.

[rzyraffek]

hey I hope this doesn’t sound like a weird request but could u like slashers (preferably Michael Myers, Jason, maybe Billy loomis or Stu?, and the Sinclair brothers) kidnapping “adopting” reader? Like them kind yknow unaliving (Child) readers family then like having to like care for reader???? Idk if it makes sense but it came to me in a dream about me being a kid and Michael myers becoming my dad 😭

ALSO ITS COMPLETELY PLATONIC OBVS ‼️‼️‼️

IM SORRY FOR 2WEEK BREAK I HAD TO!!

This request is such a cute idea!!! I made so much content about perent!slasher and kid!y/n cuz its way more entertaining for me to write!! Authors note at the end!

They/them, sfw, Request open

Slashers trying to be decent dad figures

Jason Voorhees

First of all, why on earth would your perent take you all the way here??? Your a smal baby and this is dangerous! Not only cuz jason is here, but wolfs? Boars? Huge forest AND lake???

So basically he didnt expect a child here

When he was in one of cabins he heard crying from bathroom, after few seconds of planing a murder he realised that is a child crying

His heart skipped a beat and he kinda begun to panic. HUH??? A CHILD? EEE eee oh god the whole backyard is covered in blood... oh no did I scare them?? Oh no

Dude gets more spooked than a child

After they got along he kinda makes them live in his cabin, he spends good portion of time just hanging around

Y/n gets used to their new mute friend and learns their own ways to understand him

Dude is that type of dad who will let y/n paint his nails and he will dress up in cute outfits just to make his kid happy

100% checks under their bed for monsters (and closet too!)

Wants to teach them all about nature! Which plants are good, how to find animals to eat, how to avoid humans

He dodges the topic of slaughtering y/n perents... where are they?? Ermmm idk didnt see them

Micheal Myers

Dude is pretty passive when it comes to kids

He exists, they exists, but as far as kids don't bother him, he won't bother them

But oh lourd..... your his little girl/boi/kid and he is going to do everything to keep it that way

He sees it differently than others, he helped you, took you away from those horrible people (no matter if y/n past perents were bad or good people) why would you want to leave? Or miss them?

But no matter how he feels, he is still Micheal, he won't be very cuddly or clingy. Then y/n needs comforting he will sit next to them, let them talk, tbh he is okay with them giving him some physical attention but he won't hug them back

Steals dolls, figurines, crayons for y/n

He never gets rid of his stalker nature, he is always there, watching, making sure there's noone in their way. Noone bothering or looking at y/n. He sometimes watches them sleep, just looking, he is the only monster in their closet

Huge fan of stickers btw

After good few months he takes off his mask when with y/n! He knows they accept him and love him! I mean his face is as emotionless as its owner but it still matters(at least now you know where he is staring at)

Billy and Stu

Dudes probably were like "eeeerr billy? That *instert y/n perents name* eee you didn't tell me they had a kid?" "the WHAT"

*stu giving y/n chocolates while billy panics in room next to it wondering wtf to do with y/n*

"We can't just keep it! Who is going to take care of it?"

They kept you btw, Billy will say that they did that only so you don't go and call police but they got really attached

Stu is the fun dad while Billy is the serious dad

"Hi baby we bought you happy meal" "child did you do your homework"

Billy rages over monopoli and stu cheats in uno

Sinclair brothers

"Lester who tf is in your truck?" "Eeee I found it?"

Vince lets y/n sleep in his bed when they have nightmares. He also really wants y/n to do arts like him😊

Lester just vibes, you like cars kid? Let's go on car trip! You like wildlife? I know where deers at!

Bo teaches y/n how to shoot while they are way too young to even hold a gun

Y/n will be extremely spoiled btw

None of them know how to cook full meal

Lester will call y/n buddy, pal, kiddo

Bo will call them child, goblin, spawn on satan, little princes(or a prince)

Vincent will see them as little creature and a baby

Vincent let's y/n play and decorate his hair, they also make wax figurines together and play with dog. He is more like older shy brother than a father figure but if you want you can work with this

Bo lets y/n sleep on him and draw on his arms, he also hopes y/n never grows up cuz they are tiny and cute. He also sometimes gives them his hat

Lester loves showing of his skull collection and driving around forest, just talking. He also enjoys lisening to y/n monologues while he is working

All of them get little heart attack when they hear y/n swear. All bets on Bo accidentally saying bad word next to y/n and them just repeating it

Bo and lester love to just put you on their shoulder! And vince just pickes y/n up like sack of potatos (but gently)

Tickle fights with Vince

Arm wrestling with Lester who pretends that y/n is too strong and lets them win

All x reader tags are here only to reach bigger audience! Im sorry if there's any misstypes or anything weird! I kinda wrote it in rush cuz I feel bad for making yall wait for requests so long! I should make this hc list longer but I am very tired. Goodnight

[moonydustx]

Hello, this my first request for you so here we go.

(Ace and Sabo are 10 and Luffy is 7)

So young ASL trio with sick f!reader. So reader fakes not being sick so she can still hang out with them because she dosen't want to be left out(plsss angst) But they find out when they were fighting training with each other and she falls to the ground and has a immense fever. Then when she gets some rest ect. they comfort her.

Double Thank you (also fluff at the end)

omggg I think your idea is so cute! So, there ended up being some changes, some little things that maybe I thought made more sense (or maybe I got excited about writing them). Maybe I focused too much on Ace and F!Reader's crush? Maybe... I hope you still like it

warnings: injury reader, two childs and their first crush. Worried Ace. Fluff.

It should have been another afternoon hunting some animals, planning your big escape or just laughing at the boys not being able to decide who would be captain, but you had to be stubborn, didn't you?

You were a year and a few months younger than Ace, but he insisted that you were too weak, too sensitive and you wanted to change that. Change the way Ace saw you. You had already invested in new dresses - perhaps stolen from the city, but he wouldn't need to know about that - in makeup, in trying to appear more friendly, but everything seemed in vain. Perhaps his strength would help win over the boy.

The idea that he might just want to protect you didn't cross your mind. Or the simple idea that he thought you were so beautiful that he didn't want to see you covered in mud or the blood of strange forest animals didn't seem plausible. Ace dreamed that one day he would be able to understand that.

On that sunny afternoon, you had decided that you would ride the huge serpent in the lake, something you had already seen the boys do, because it would be difficult for you?

"You have to be able to get the rope on him." Sabo shouted as he saw you climb the highest rock.

"There's still time to give up." Luffy warned and you just smiled, waving from above.

When the huge serpent appeared, you did as the blonde had taught you. He threw the rope and tried to climb onto what you suspected was her neck - I mean, do snakes have necks?

Laughing at your own thought, you supported your feet and contrary to what you could imagine or what Sabo had taught, you found no firmness. Just a slippery goo stew. You felt the rope release from your hand and it only took seconds for you to feel your body fall against the edge of the lake and your name was shouted in chorus.

"Are you okay? I tried to catch you, but I couldn't." Luffy shook you, being the first to reach you.

"Let me see!" Ace pushed the brothers away and touched your face, seeing you look at him. "How are you feeling?"

"A little sore, but it's no big deal." You tried to sit up, using his help. "It was a silly fall."

"Look how high you fell, it wasn't stupid at all." Sabo commented and pointed to your back. "I think a little thorn got in here."

"Can you take it off, please?" you asked and groaned as soon as you felt him pulling. "Thanks."

"Why did you go up there? Do you want to get hurt?" Ace said in an angry tone, watching you stand. "You could have died."

"I just wanted to show that I'm strong too." you said almost as emphatically as he did. "And I am strong!"

"You don't need to climb on giant animals to do this." Ace continued, while the other two just watched. "Don't ever do that again."

"Okay." you gave up, just nodding. "Can we go get something to eat now?"

"Of course, I managed to separate some fruit, come." He reached out to you and supported you for a few steps until you felt confident walking alone.

The rest of the afternoon passed quickly for everyone. Almost everyone except you.

Little by little you felt your body being dominated by a strange sensation. A tingling and tiredness took over every inch of your being, in addition to excruciating pain. But you didn't want to have to give in and show Ace that you were feeling weak.

Just as the sun set that afternoon, you could feel your last remnants of strength also disappear, slowly fading away like the sun's rays.

"Hey!" you walked further behind, panting. "Go ahead, I'll meet you soon."

"What happened?" Ace noticed your strange behavior and tried to get closer, seeing you take a few steps back.

"Is nothing." your legs gave way and you fell backwards, face down on the ground.

"Something is wrong." Sabo muttered to Luffy. "Could it be those girl problems?"

"I don't think so." the youngest murmured back.

Meanwhile, Ace could feel a bad feeling washing over him. Seeing that you no longer had the strength to push him away, he approached, kneeling beside you.

"You're sweating." He touched your wet forehead and then moved his hand away. "And with fever."

"I-I'm oka-y…"

"Don't tell me everything's okay." Ace placed his hand on your back and saw you grunt in pain. He tried to repeat the gesture and the grumble came again. Without warning you, he lifted the back of your shirt, finding a red wound that was definitely starting to get infected. "Shit!"

"What's wrong Ace?" Sabo asked and the two tried to get closer.

"Go ahead, tell Dadan she's injured." he shouted and the two ran towards the shack. "Why didn't you say anything? This must hurt!"

"I d-don't w... d-dont w-ant to be weak. I can't be weak." You insisted, letting the pain wash over you. "But it hurts a lot Ace, it hurts a lot."

"Silly girl, you're not weak. Come on!" He knelt down and as best he could, he placed you on his back. "You are strong, very strong."

"Do not... lie." Your voice sounded sleepy, which worried the boy. He needed to keep your eyes open until an adult could take care of you.

"I'm not lying. You're strong, you're beautiful. I hope you choose to travel the seas with me." focusing on getting you home, Ace didn't seem worried about focusing on holding back his words. "I can be king of the pirates and you my queen."

"Ace…"

"Please stay awake, okay?" he asked, already spotting the hut.

As soon as Dadan caught up with Ace, everything became a blur for him. You being carried inside, the older woman's desperate screams, your small body lying there. He barely felt it when he was carried away.

"Boys…" Dadan's voice caught the three's attention. "You guys should have come sooner." and oddly enough, she wasn't mad.

"She is fine?" Luffy was the first to ask.

"No… I mean, it was probably some poison, some thorn. We have a lot of infection and it's going to be long days ahead." she explained, seeing the three of them look crestfallen. "I need you to cooperate during this period. No fights, no getting into trouble."

The next few days were like winding torture for Ace.

He knew he thought you were amazing and everything else that a boy so young could see in his first crush. But what was this agony in his chest? The need to keep peeking through the crack to see you there, breathing. The sudden idea of ​​getting a gift for yourself. The worry that plagued him. Ace needed you to be okay. He had few reasons and meanings for his life, seeing you again had been the main one.

When Dadan said that you had woken up for a brief moment, he didn't rest until she let him come in and see you up close. Your pale face, your dry mouth, deep circles under your eyes. You needed to get out of that. But seeing your eyes blink and turn towards him. Oh, that was like a breath of life.

"Hey…" Ace tried to get your attention and saw your eyes close in front of him, once again. "You'll be fine."

"It's okay, you'll be fine, I promise. Dadan said you need to rest." he pointed out and let the jewel dance on his fingers before he placed it in your hand. "Here, for you."

"Ace?" even with your eyes closed, you were still awake and that was enough to awaken a small flame of hope within the boy. "I'll... die?"

"What is it?"

"A gift. A promise." he bent down, whispering even more quietly. "We'll always be together, okay? And next time, I promise to take better care of you."

"Thanks Ace." as soon as you felt him move away, you tried to hold on to what you could, realizing you had only grabbed a piece of cloth. "Please…Stay here."

"Of course, how foolish of me to leave without warning." He pretended to settle down next to you, sitting on the floor and taking your hand. "I promise not to leave your side."

He tried to keep his promise, he even tried to defy Dadan and remain there while the woman tried to drag him out of the room. Outside, Luffy and Sabo were as worried as he was, except they both didn't want to interrupt their brother with his concerns.

At great cost and with the excuse that he needed to help you bathe, Dadan managed to push Ace away. Forcing him to eat decently, to see sunlight, to interact, even if the boy did it with a frown.

It was two afternoons like this until Ace started to lose his patience. His furious footsteps approached the door and when he was about to open it, he was met with an unexpected sight. You there, standing, smiling in front of him.

"Hey, where are you going?" your voice - still not as excited and firm as before - asked and you barely had time to continue asking as Ace's arms circled you in a strong hug, so strong that your feet stopped finding the ground for a moment.

"You came back." he murmured and had your brief moment stolen by the two other brothers, who hugged each other next to you two.

"We thought you had died." Luffy found himself crying for a change, this time he didn't make a point of hiding it.

"Who said she died?" Sabo grumbled.

"You." the youngest retorted and they continued exchanging barbs.

You just enjoyed the comfort of being back with your group, your friends and Ace, who made you feel anxious being so close to you.

"You brats." Dadan arrived separating you, taking some care when pulling you from the boys' arms. "She's still fragile."

"Sorry." the three asked in unison.

"But she needs to sunbathe, take a walk to start regaining her energy." the eldest explained, part of her wanting to laugh when she saw the three pairs of attentive and worried eyes directed towards you and her. "You can't go far without getting into trouble."

"Yes ma'am." the three offered in unison again. "We promise not to let her almost die anymore." Sabo swore, striking the best pose possible.

Leaving you alone, Ace reached his hand towards you and as you moved closer to him, he could see the small golden ring on a pendant around your neck.

"Oh, that!" you started as soon as you saw his gaze towards the necklace. "The ring kept falling off my finger, so I found this chain in Dadan's things and decided to hang it up. Is that okay?"

"Yeah. Looks good on you." Ace insisted on giving you his hand to take and this time, you did so without hesitation. "I promise to keep an eye on you."

"I promise to pick you up. It's just until I have a decent boat and then it'll be you and me against the world." Ace said goodbye with watery eyes, just like you. Feeling that maybe this was the right moment, even after years of searching for such a moment, he moved closer to kiss you and saw you look away.

So the two of you walked together, little fingers intertwined.

-

"No." you punctuated with a brief sob, trying to wipe the tears from your own face. "I promise to wait for you and to be yours forever, as we already agreed. But that's only when you keep your promise and come back for me."

Feeling your feet freeze you in place and your mouth dry in anxiety, you saw him approach with almost slow steps, analyzing you from top to bottom. Waiting for a reaction.

The memory was the first thing that crossed your mind as soon as you saw a familiar face in that bar. He was bigger, stronger, and surrounded by people, but he was still as familiar as the last time you saw him.

Before you took the lead and went to him, you were noticed by someone who was with him, who pointed out the fact that a woman had been staring at him for so long.

"Is it really you?"

"I'm sorry, I broke my promise to wait for you." was the first thing you said as you felt his hands gently cup your face.

"You're here..." the voice came out like a small secret between the two of you. "Dadan said you left right after Luffy."

"I needed to find you, I mean, I broke a promise about waiting for you…" you raised your hand to your face and only then did Ace notice the ring he had given you. "If you want to give up…"

The taste on Ace's lips was mixed with alcohol and pure surprise, after all you would give him the chance to give up on his promise, to choose a life free of you.

"I will never give up on us." he pointed out, the two of you just ignored the screams of what you suspected were his crewmates. "I love you my pretty girl."

[kristlewrites]

"Monster"

CW: virgin reader, nicknames (dear, sweetcheeks, sunshine, mamas & baby, ma) foreplay, gojo is biter lol, unprotected sex.

PAIRING: Wolf!Gojo x Blk!Fem Reader

WC: 3.3k

🫧🗯️: Now this has PLOT omgg there is alot of dialouge and story build up in the begining but dw there is alot of smut to make up for it as well. This being one of my longest fics ive written is crazy, I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I enjoy writing this. This is like a Halloween treat for you guys :PP

MINORS DNI

“Don't forget !”

 Your mom's voice rings through your head., You mustn't forget about your granny and her medicine. You loved your dear grandma and she loved you just as much. When you heard she was sick you wanted to do everything in your power to help her feel better as quickly as possible, she was a fragile being and her health was poor. But even then she still has the heart to visit both you and your mother every week. Now it was your turn to return her kindness and care for her just as much as she cared for you. You wear your cute white dress, and over it place a red hood matching it with your black mary janes.

There was just one problem, a huge problem. You had no clue where you were going! Your mom had just told you to go through the forest and there wouldn't be a problem. But you were awful with directions, you couldn't tell your left from right even if it cost your life. Nonetheless you had to give this to your granny. It was a basket full of fruits, blueberry muffins (her favorites) and of course medication. She would be more than delighted to see you, it's been a while since you've last contacted her and you wanted to make sure she was okay. Walking out with a new found determination you walk over to the forest at the back of your house. 

Strolling along the path you admire the scenery that splays out in front of you. Ginormous trees, luscious green grass, and the soothing sounds of a lake. You don't understand why you haven't been to your grandmother's house often. The route itself is gorgeous. 

Time goes by quickly when you realize how cold it's gotten. The trees were so tall you couldn't see the sun, so you weren't aware of how much time it had been. 

“I guess I forgot how long it took to get there.” You pout at yourself while taking a turn 

“Oh my gosh, I have to get there quickly omg..” you cry out. You were so tired of walking endlessly, having no idea where you were going. Quietly you sit down by a tree, remove your Mary Janes and sob to yourself. You wonder how your grandmother was doing. You were so tired and she must be so worried. She knew you were coming and was probably fearing you. 

It was rumored that there had been wolves roaming the forest. That was years ago, but she couldn't help but overthink and every time she came over she would always tell you to beware. You hear some noise from the bushes you jolt in fear. “Hello! Anyone out there?" You shout. A small fox jumps up and props itself onto your lap.

“Awe how cute” you say petting it lightly. You feel relaxed whilst petting it all your doubts go away. “You don't suppose you know how to go to my Granny’s house do you?” You ask half-jokingly. “Of course you don't..” You sigh and laugh at yourself for expecting an answer. You give the little fox a nudge, “Well I have to be there for her, she needs me!” You stand up, thinking about your grandmother's kindness lights up the motivation within and gives you the confidence to go and continue. Your foot aches, fatigues and worries all go away as you march on. The fox leaps into the bushes

Miraculously you find yourself in front of the small little cottage where your grandma lives. Shivering you ring the doorbell impatiently desperate to get inside. No response. You rang it again thinking maybe she didn't hear. No response again. Maybe she's asleep, you think to yourself. You reach for the doorknob expecting the door to be locked, just to fall through! Quickly you walk in, closing the door behind you. 

“Well that's odd she would always have her door locked…” you mutter as you walk into the kitchen. “Grandma!” you shout out, searching the abandoned house.

The kitchen, living room, dining room, and bathroom. You've searched all those places and still no sight of her! You head upstairs still shouting out her name, receiving no response. ‘Of course she’d be in her bedroom resting if she was sick stupid!’ you think to yourself. You make your way into the hallway with nothing but the clicks and clacks of your Mary Janes filling up the empty noise. Slightly, you knock on her door

 “Grandma?” you ask quietly. No response. “Granny, I'm here” you say slightly louder. 'Hmm, she wouldn't be mad if I went in, right?” You open up the door. 

You found her lying comfortably in bed, wide awake. "Grandma...why didn't you answer me?” You ask.

“Sorry dear, I couldn't hear you well. Why don't you come closer so I can hear you better?" you hear an unfamiliar voice coming from her.

“Wow grandma, your cold must be awful. Your voice sounds so different.” You walk closer, finally getting a good look at her condition. “My, what big eyes you have, grandma.” You say observing her.

“All the better to see you with my dear.” Responded the ‘grandma’

“What big ears you have, Grandma? You touch the ears gently in awe

“All the better to hear from you sweetie” 

“Oh and what big teeth you have…” You say getting closer to your ‘grandma’ now you were on the edge of the bed

A smirk displays on the face of the mysterious figure in place of your grandmother.

“W-what d-did you do t-to her?” You screamed out in fear. What is this thing? And where was your grandma?!?

“I don't think you'd be that dumb, how come you've just now realized?” The voice spits out. You couldn't even move. You were paralyzed with fear. Frozen in shock. What is a wolf doing here instead of you grandma?!? “Oh relax sunshine” He says caressing your face gently, you slap his long wolf fingernails away. 

“Oh right…give me a minute okay?” He gets up and all within a minute he transforms into this tall pale man. White hair replaces the brown fur, the nails shrink, and the yellow eyes turn into a blue sharp gaze. He turns around, and you see his beautiful crisp abs gleaming in the moonlight. You were absolutely mesmerized by the way his chest was carved so perfectly. You keep staring going further and further down until you see his dick?!?! Does this man not have any decency?!! 

“My eyes are up here sweet cheeks” He laughed.

“W-what is h-happening??!” You cry out, shutting your eyes immediately. “Weren't you just a beast two minutes ago??”

“You have a lot to learn sweetheart” The man chuckles.

 “"What happened to my grandma?” You ask, feeling a little bit more confident now.

Slowly, he points towards his belly. Your eyes grow wide at the sudden realization. “You monster, how could you eat her!?”

“Woah not eat,” He says almost as if you offended him “I'm not interested in fossils, she was in the way so I just got rid of her” he shrugs as if it's nothing.

You were gonna puke, did he just say ‘got rid of' as in she's dead?? He killed her? Tears were flowing down your face, you were shaking in fear at the thought of your poor innocent grandmother, minding her own business doing her own thing so fragile and powerless. A victim.

“Don't worry, it was no struggle at all” he says in a weird reassuring manner “It was almost like she accepted it”

You gulped, “B-but why would you do that?” You were a mess. Tears pouring down your face, snot teasing to leave  your nostrils, and your head was aching.

“Because I wanted to meet you sweet cheeks” He says almost romantically. Your heart flutters a bit. But you shake it off due to the fact that he killed your granny..

“Me? Why me..?” You ask

“I had my eye on you for a while, and i've been meaning to know how you taste” He answers licking his lips at the sight of you trembling with fear. Slowly he walks towards the bed where have been still the whole time, you reel back trying to get away from him. He lunges at you and pins you down by your fists. Your heart races at inhuman speed with his face just inches away from yours. He smirks at your flustered appearance, your lips quivering, your eyes wide but shaking with disdain. 

“What's wrong dear?” He whispered in your ear. Restrained underneath him you didn't move. All you could do was stare into his beautiful azure gaze. 

“Are you scared?” He teases, a smile sneaking up on his face. For some reason even knowing what he's done to your grandmother and what kind of person he is you couldn't help but melt under his embrace.

 Suddenly he leans in, reaching for a kiss and you reflexively open your mouth for him to enter. He swishes his tongue in your mouth diving for more. You do the same crisscrossing his tongue. He retracts back leaving a trail of saliva.

You shake your head trying to get your act together. There was no way you willingly made out with your grandmother's assailant. You couldn't believe yourself. “You're so cute,” he says, rubbing his fingertips against your bottom lip. Smoothly he injects his pointer and middle finger into your mouth gathering salvia. 

“Don't worry I'm gonna take care of you” He sneers. He lifts up your dress revealing your pinky lace bra. You try to push down your dress but he still has you restrained with only one hand. You had nowhere to look but up, but you couldn't complain about the view. God he was so sexy. The way the moonlight reflected on his abs was a sight that no artist could replicate. 

Hastily he tears away your bra and immediately indulges into your breasts. Your brown nipples perking up from the draft of the room. His warm tongue makes contact with your nipples and your back arches almost instantly. 

“You are super sensitive,...is this your first time?” He asks, temporarily leaving your nipple. You nod your head, embarrassment flooding your body but only for a short time as he twists your nipple causing you to yelp.

 ‘Mmm’ you whine as he continues to suck on your nipples. It felt so good. It was like he had been doing this for centuries. 

“You like it when I do that right?" He grins, trailing down your torso marking your body with soft pecks everywhere. Until he reaches your frilly underwear, and in minutes it's in shreds. He tore it up like a goddamn beast, well he is one. 

“What is wrong with you?” You mutter but he doesn't answer instead he admires your pretty little cunt that was leaking down from its folds. “So wet for me already” he sneers, using his middle and pointer fingers to enter the slimy mess. 

‘Hhu’ you hitch from the feeling of the cool fingers entering your cunt. It hurts but it also feels so good. 

“Tell me if it hurts,” he says. He is surprisingly nice for someone who has just murdered your grandma. He picks up the pace going faster and faster. The pain and pleasure mix well within you as you feel a small pool of heat forming within your abdomen area. 

‘Hah, g-go faster please’ you moan. Obeying you he picks up the pace curling his two fingers into your cervix. Your legs jitter outward, opening wide just in time for you to come all over his fingers. Your legs give out dropping down, you're out breath sweating. You couldn't believe you just came on the fingers of your grandmother's murderer. You were such a bad granddaughter but you really couldn't blame yourself. It felt incredible. You have never felt that great after fingering yourself no matter how many fingers you'd use. Now he comes in and makes you come instantly

He slowly retracts his fingers, and sucks them. “You taste even better than I had imagined” he remarks. Swiftly he picks you up and adjusts himself so now that both you guys are on the bed. His dick wags around while doing so. “Okay baby I’m gonna put it in, are you okay with that?” You nod in response, still very much tired from your last orgasm. Gently he lifts up your legs, sensually he bites your thighs leaving marks all over them. The sight you were witnessing was incredible, his gorgeous platinum hair all messy and his pale face caressing your legs oh so softly.

‘Ah’ you squeal at the sudden contact with his throbbing cock wiping your cunt. 

“It's s-so large” You mutter in awe, this was probably your first time seeing a dick in person but you do know that the size of his was not normal. You wince at him grazing his tip along your puss folds.

“You like that baby?” He grins at your reaction

“M-mhh, b-but its n-not gonna fit” you whimper out

“Don't worry mama it'll fit, I'll be gentle.” He reassures you by wiping away the tears drifting off your cheeks. Gently he angles his cock to align perfectly with your sopping wet hole.

‘Ah’ you moan, it was so painful and you felt like he was gonna stretch out your poor pussy just by entering the tip. Your legs latch onto his back begging for support and you felt like you were gonna get split in half as he kept on inching closer and closer. Then you feel something tear and you can hear the man laughing above.

“"I'm gonna go deeper okay?” He tells you, inching forward into your warm tight pussy. Wrapping him up like a present, he feels your walls enclosing him making his dick twitch inside. Your back cranks up. The way his dick slides in and out perfectly and him thrusting vigorously was enough to send you over the edge. He kept going and going as he drove into you with such force that you were sure that your grandmother's bed was going to collapse. Softly, he resumes back on your breast licking and twisting your nipples sending you overboard.

 “"Hah you're so sexy” he said with drool spilling out his mouth from slathering your poor nipples. He was mesmerized by the way your boobs were moving along with each thrust. And your gorgeous face, even with pools of tears, mascara bleeding down you still looked Amazing. “I'm gonna make you all mine” He grins in a senile manner just before bending down biting everywhere on your body. Making patterns with teeth marks all over your torso. 

“D-don't do that '' You barely were able to mutter out, your brain went straight to mush. You couldn't even process a single thought let alone speak. But it felt so good. You were wondering why you hadn't done it sooner. He was so fine with the sweat trickling down each path of his abs, his hair all messy, and him biting his lips you couldn't even describe the scene before you. Well not anymore, because you felt a flood gushing down your cunt flooding his dick. ‘Mmph’ you cry out. It was like all your senses went down with your orgasm, you used your legs to bring him in closer to you, you wanted to feel all full. Full of his dick and full of his cum.

You rest your head back, breathing heavily and your stomach rises up and down. Out of nowhere he grabs you, placing him on top of his dick. So now you are on his lap facing him, chest to chest. “You don't get to finish until I cum, sweet cheeks.” He laughed. Holding you up by your waist, he slams you up and down on his cock.

 ‘Hahha’ your poor self couldn't even form thoughts from the sudden movement. He had you bouncing up and down with no means to stop. He had suffocated himself with your tiddies. You can feel his tongue gliding across them. 

“Gojo” he whispers out

“W-what” you were a stuttering mess

“My name. Say it .” 

You had no clue why he was so adamant about you addressing him by his name. But you were in no room to disobey. ‘Mmph, g-gojo it feels too good hah’ You whined out not even realizing the state Gojo was in. You felt his dick go crazy against your walls, and his pattern started to go a little off rhythm. “Im gonna cum in you, make you all mine” he whispers against your chest. You didn't have a chance to register what he had said before he shoots his load deep into you. You couldn't help but cry out. 

“I need you so bad” he breathes out, biting onto your shoulder. His warm load still lodged in your pussy threatening to leak out but plugged by Gojo's cock. It felt so good to be filled up. The feeling of being full makes you drool even more.

Surprisingly he still had the energy to keep on going. Switching positions, you guys were now lying down side by side with Gojo still balls deep inside of you. He adjusted your head so you were now looking at him. Your mouths making contact as Gojo’s cool finger tips fondled your breasts. (Gojo is a titty person) You gasp into his mouth leading him to inject his tongue in between your lips. Your body was contorted in such a weird manner, but it didn't matter. All your pain had disappeared as soon as Gojo proceeded with pushing himself into it.

He couldn't get enough. You felt so good around him. It was like your cunt was carved for his dick and his dick only. Slowly he rocks into you with his cum still in you. You whimper, your pussy was still super sensitive from the last time but still you folded immediately. Gojo gradually picks up speed, while you can hear his balls smacking your ass continuously in a pattern. You were overloaded from every side. You didn't know how he could multitask so well and make you feel complete in every aspect but you couldn't help but moan out screaming. You can feel him smiling from your shoulder. He takes a large bite from it causing you to scream out in both pain and pleasure 

That same familiar feeling arises again within your tummy. Gojo drags your hand and places it on your abdomen. “You feel that" he whispers, “That's me inside of you baby” he licks your ear, and bites it. 

You couldn't hold it anymore “I'm c-cummin’ you manage out. 

“Cum on me baby” Gojo says seductively. And with that like it was on command you creamed out all over him causing a gooey mess all over the sheets.

Air was all that was filling up the room, the sounds of you guys both panting in sync. You were exhausted. You had lost all the feeling in your legs, you couldn't process anything, and you were so tired that you couldn't even move any of your limbs.

“I'm gonna take care of everything else alright, so just relax” He mutters, crawling down from his position just to re-enter his previous one. Inserting his dick right back into you grunting and rutting against your cunt. He thrusts at a much more irregular pace eager to eject. 

“Shit ma, you're so tight, relax." He growls, stretching out your legs and biting them all over. His pace grows more and more jagged. He finally releases out into you causing you to jolt from the sensation. 

Both of you guys were depleted of all energy. Gojo, exhausted, lands himself upon you. 

You wake up just to find yourself spooned within Gojo's chest, the man is knocked out. You laughed at the sheer insanity of the situation. You couldn't believe you lost your virginity to the same being that killed your Grandma…

You graze your fingers along his smooth jawline thinking to yourself that it wasn't as bad as you thought. And with that you went back to sleep.

[monster-slxt]

The story with the skinny dipping in a stream fully made me think of some kind of slime or water elemental that's hiding out in the water, just waiting for a victim.

Going skinny dipping with some friends, and you suddenly feel something touching you, but you can't see it bc the monster is completely invisible in the water.

At first, you ignore it. It was probably just a bug or a leaf, but then the touch happens again, more firmly, more consistently, until you can't deny that something is touching you, and you don't know what.

It starts to grope you, fuck you, and, if you don't want your friends to know what's going on, you have to keep quiet. Maybe even hiding your full body in the water so that your friends can't see the way your body is reacting, although that just gives the monster more access to your body.

(or maybe the water is completely clear, leaving no room for you to hide yourself from your friends as they watch you get violated by something they can't see)

Maybe it makes you cum (perhaps multiple times). Maybe it prefers playing with its victims and edges you and doesn't let you cum at all. Maybe it ends up laying eggs inside you, and you'll have to come back to the stream later to birth them (with the risk of getting violated again)

God I love slime🥰 let me twist that egg idea just a little bit-

It was supposed to just be a fun day hiking in the moutians. We had decided to take a break and cool off in the little lake we found. No one was around, it was so isolated and deep in the woods that we all decided to skinny dip just long enough to cool off before starting back to the car. The beautiful, crystal clear moutian water was too tempting to resist

I ended up going a bit deeper out than anyone else, so far there was no chance of touching the bottom. That's when I first felt it, something strangely solid brush against my leg. I didn't see any fish, but I brushed it off as best I could and kept swimming. But when it happened again and again, each time moving up my leg I decided it was time to swim back.

The slime that was playing with me didn't like that, of course, and solidified around my legs to keep me pinned in place. I really started to panic then, and just as I was about to shout for help it slipped inside me. The crystal clear water gave a perfect view of my cunt gaping around nothing as the slime forced more and more of itself into me. The feeling was completely alien as it explored my body both inside and out. By now it had engulfed my whole torso. It was all I could do not to bring attention to myself as it rubbed against every sensitive part of me.

Eventually the slime seemed to find what it was looking for, slowly oozing itself through my cervix to settle in my womb. The fluid nature of the slime made the process easy and painless, and by the time it was done there was a barely noticeable bump on my stomach. The rest of the slime disappeared back into the water, and I quickly swam back to my friends to head back home, hyper aware of the weight in my stomach the whole time.

Days turned into weeks after the hike and the whole time my stomach slowly expanded. The once small bump looked more like a full term pregnancy after a month. The slime inside me was active, always moving and shifting inside of me. After two month I was absolutely massive, and it was then I got an overwhelming need to return to the lake that started this all.

It wasn't easy. The hike was difficult before I was swollen up like this, and the slime seemed to get more and more active the closer I got to the lake, writhing inside me like it knew it was time to return to the water.

When I get there I barely have time to get my bottoms off and sit in the shallows before the need to push overtakes me, and the first slime happily leaves me for the water. It seems I was full of a bunch of little slimes rather than one huge one. The process takes a few hours, even aided by the slime moving on their own back to the water.

I'm exhausted by the time it's all done, but I have to get back home. It's a long hike and I don't want to be in the woods overnight. I change into the fresh clothes in my pack and slowly start on the long journey home. Little do I know, so relieved to not be hugely pregnant anymore, that my stomach still has one little bump like I was left when I first found the lake.

[little-horror-smut]

Cooling Down 🧊🌡🔥

Juice Ortiz x Reader

18+

Here is a mostly sweet story between Juice and the reader. There might be a little smut involved but nothing major.

Let me give you some back story facts;

You and Juice have been best friends for a long time.

Both of you are crazy into pranking people and joking around.

You have always been one of the "boys " and they didnt see you any other way.

It was a hot blistering day. Your baggy clothes were replaced by a tank top and shorts. You had put your hair into a bun, a few stray strands clinging to your face because of the sweat.

You walked into juice his room at the garage. As always he was being busy with his computer.“You’re so boring” You sighed as you poked his side. He jumped a little and broke his focus. “And what do you suggest I would do for fun?” Juice asked, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. You rolled on your side to face him. “We could go to the lake?” You suggested, perking yourself up. Juice raised an eyebrow but his smile grew big. “That’s actually not a bad idea, Y/N” He closed his laptop and walked out the door. “What are you waiting for?” He called out. You quickly got up and followed him. On the way towards your bike, you ran into the hardworking sweaty mechanics. “Where yew kids goin’?” A thick Scottish accent asked. “Going to the lake! Can’t last any longer hear.” You chuckled. Chibs looked up, a shot of jealousy flickered in his eyes. “We’ll join ya’ latr” Chibs said. “Alright, bring beer!” You called out as you neared your bikes, waving at him.

As soon as you arrived at the lake, it felt like the air was cooler already. As it was a spur of the moment idea, you didn’t bring a swimsuit. You didn’t hesitate any longer and got out of your clothes as quickly as possible. Leaving you with only your bra and a g-string. You felt Juice his gaze linger on you. This was the first time he ever saw you this way. “Are you just gonna stare or are you gonna join me?” You asked him teasingly, a playful glint in your eyes. “Y-yeah” He shook his head and got out of his clothing. You jumped in and Juice followed quickly. Your usual banter taking over again, as you splashed water each others way and trying to push each other under water. You held your hand up as you coughed up the water “you win!” A huge smile played on Juice his face. “I knew you wouldn’t last” He said proudly. You rolled your eyes and laughed. “Just you wait. I will get you back” You said as you made your way over to the dock.

“We’ve got beer!” Chibs called out, as they made their way over to you. Some of the guys immediately got undressed and jumped in the water. Needing to cool down after a long day. Chibs and Happy got their stuff ready and started a campfire. In the meanwhile, you grabbed one of the beers. The satisfying sound as it opened, the cold can against your lips. The bitter, bubbly liquid gliding down your throat and cooling you down. “This might have been the best beer i have ever had” you sighed contently. Chibs chuckled “Glad i could help”

You leaned back by the campfire. The sun had began to set, the golden rays shining beautifully on the lake. One by one the guys came out of the water. When Juice emerged, your eyes were stuck on him like glue. The water droplets clinging to his muscular build. The rays of sun cascading on his beautiful tan skin. His underwear was soaked, stuck to his body. Revealing every detail there. You saw the outline of his dick clearly. It made you flutter inside, a feeling you never had before with Juice. Your cheeks now turned rosy. “You like what you see?” Juice asked teasingly, clearly noticing you were staring a bit too long. “Maybe I do” You teased back, catching him by surprise. “You might wanna take a picture it will last longer” He threw back at you. You reached for your phone, not intending to take a picture but just to mess with him. When you saw a slight panic in his eyes, you decided that you actually were gonna take a picture. With a mischievous grin, you quickly snapped a picture.

“Hey!” Juice called out before making his way over to you. You quickly stood up and ran away. It was like a game of cat and mouse. “Come on, give me that phone!” He called out. You laughed in return “No I need this blackmail!” As you looked over our shoulder to see where Juice was, you hadn't realized you were this close to some trees. You had to stop your pace, before slamming into the trees. As you turned around, Juice was standing in front of you. You reached your phone up as high as possible, to get it out of his reach. Which totally didn’t work as Juice was clearly taller than you. He reached on hand around both of your wrists, pinning you against the tree. His other hand reaching for the phone. He leaned in closer and whispered in your ear. “Gotcha” His warm breath against your skin, sending goose bumps all over your body. Your breath hitched. He noticed it and decided to tease you a little more. He place on knee in between your legs and saw you bite your lip. As he placed a little more pressure against you, you had to try your best not to let out a moan. “You’re too easy” Juice said with a big grin appearing on his lips. He stepped away and looked into your phone to delete the picture. As you got of your high, you gave him a playful punch. “I hate you” You said frustrated. “Oh you love me and you know it” He said with the happiest face he could put on. You rolled your eyes and brushed passed him. Before you knew it, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back. His lips met yours before you realized what was happening. A deep warmth rose inside both of you. A deep primal longing that had been there a long time, finally coming to the surface. Your kiss grew more lustful, hands roaming on each others body. In between the kissed you softly bit his lip, releasing a soft grunt from him. You felt his hardness pressing against you. As you both pulled away, your breaths were heavy. As he locked his eyes with yours “You thought I was just gonna let you slip away?” He said with a grin. Your cheeks still rosy from the encounter “Honestly I don’t know what to think right now” You replied sheepishly. He walked back to the lake side where the guys were sitting. “You staying there or?” You took a second to compose yourself the best you could, before heading back with him.

“Almost thought yew two wer shaggin’ ” Chibs said, as he caught sight of you two. “Oh he’d wish he would ever get that lucky” You chuckled. Juice shook his head. “ Oh come on, I’m not that bad “ He replied to your comment. As the evening wore on, you and Juice kept stealing glances at eachother. Little did the rest of the crew know, what really had happened between the two of you.

@aimkatsz @telfords-genderfluid-prospect

[thelonelyshore-if]

Hiiii, I hope you have a nice day today. I just read the second chapter and woahhh, it was a mountain of emotions. I love the way you write and how you describe the atmosphere in tense situations.

That moment between the trees I can still imagine it and it gives me the chills. Hahaha

And by the way, a bit of a spoiler ahead: the choices we have during our near death experience will be relevant later in some way? I got the impression that we'll somehow return to a similar situation, a lot.

So ok, hear me out, my theory is that maybe we might have some "magic" in us, maybe even our mere intuition is much sharper than normal, like Willow.

This town reminds me a lot of the "other side" in the Stranger Things series, although somehow this place was "cut" off the map.

It wouldn't be too weird to think that both sides are connected (the real world and this side).

Willow is over there, and knowing our brother, he must already know what happened to us and must be on cloud nine because all his theories and stories turned out to be true. Maybe even the reason he called us right to the cabin was to tell us about this town, the Lake, the Woods and the Mist, maybe he even had proof.

I have an idea that the lake lured us in with a vision of Willow drowning, so, when we enter the water we see Willow safely on the shore because that IS the real Willow.

This kinda way is how the lake and the forest probably catch more people.

In fact, all the missing people in town are people who have tried to leave and escape...our lead is that one surviving girl who has returned, we need to talk to her.

I think we might be able to make a connection with Willow back and forth, or he might make it first. Seeing as Willow hasn't left the scene yet, aaaaand he's the only one who knows what happened to us and how to help us.

Another thing, I'm going for the romance with Ravi, but I swear on my life, I really want to punch him so hard that he wipes that smile off his face. Hahaha 😂

God I just wanted to yell at him to go to hell or shut up. 😭🙄 Like yeah dude, I know you have your reasons and probably a very traumatic experience with this, but that's not an excuse to be an arrogant idiot with us.

Hopefully we can say some things to him when we get back and give him a good smack. 😌

Anyway, sorry for babbling so much, I had to get all this out of me. Hahaha great story, lots of cheers and creepy hugs. 💀

(sorry if I say something weird, english is not my first lenguaje).

Good morning!! I hope you're having a lovely day as well!

First off omg thank you so much, I'm really glad you enjoyed it! Evoking strong emotions is a huge goal of mine so it makes me really happy to hear you enjoyed my writing and the atmosphere. The trees were definitely a scene I was super excited about, it was very vivid in my mind as I wrote it haha.

And I'm loving where your mind is at!! You're right in that the experience MC has during the crash won't be the last time it happens. Something inside the MC is already starting to change...

I loved reading the rest of your thoughts, thank you so so much for sharing. This ask brought a big smile to my face. In regards to Ravi... yeah, he can be a real ass lmao. I'm excited to write the scene where the MC can ask wtf his deal is. They've got a lot to work out already ^.^'

Thank you again <3

[meowmeowmeowmeow4x]

Dark Blue Moon and the Suffering Sun Chapter 28

>:D

mastapost

The Panama Canal was one of the greatest feats of 20th Century engineering. Originally, ships that wished to cross from the Atlantic Ocean to the Pacific Ocean, or vice versa, were forced to make the long and arduous journey around South America, a trip that would take 20,000 kilometres, which would also mean our story would be much, much longer (or at least require more time skips).

It was not as simple as digging a ditch. Panama is a beautiful, but very rugged country, with hilly and mountainous terrain that halted the French in their tracks. That, and the copious mosquitoes. Landslides and rain beat back attempts to dig the canal in the 19th Century. But the dream did not end.

How did the Americans do it? All they needed was a bit of lateral thinking. Instead of digging the entire canal and attempting to conquer the mountains and hills, engineers built a dam to flood an artificial lake, leaving a 15km stretch of unflooded land. This is where they built the remaining canal. In order to raise ships into the canal’s lever, they build a system of locks. Each lock would funnel water into the one behind it, raising the ship until the water level was even on both sides, and so on.

The Canal was vital in the war effort in World War 2, and it was a target of the Japanese I-400 programme, until Okinawa fell, and it was decided that destroying the locks would have had no effect on the war.

This is where the story takes Danny and Damian.

“Land ho!” Danny cried out at the first patch of land. At last, after however many thousands of miles travelling (Danny had lost count) they were here.

“We are not sailors.” Damian grumbled. Maybe he was getting excited too. Danny could feel the way the kid’s fin’s thumped on Danny’s scales, like a puppy wagging its tail.

“Right, we’re just borrowing one of man kind’s most impressive engineering accomplishments for sailing.”

Damian huffed. “As sea creatures infamous for attacking sailors. Be glad we are not in the olden days, or our presence would have caused national, or international panic.”

Danny felt the urge to riff on the kid’s comment, but he remembered the stinging silence from yesterday. He decided not to push boundaries this early back into their kind-of make-up. “As it is I’m sure the authorities don’t mind that much. Probably don’t even believe in sirens. I think they’d just be angry that we didn’t pay the fee.”

With the canal in sight, Danny zoomed into the bay in minutes. The bay narrowed into a waterway leading inland underneath a huge bridge. Danny gasped at the size and scale of the thing. The boys continued up the bay. They dodged ship propellers, dove underneath hulking hulls. The water tinged with the smell of barnacles and metal. Nobody was out on the shoreline looking for sirens, which was a big plus, but Danny still kept a tight handle on his invisibility whenever they got close to the surface.

Soon, they reached the first lock.

“We gonna jump over or what?”

Damian trilled. “That would be an easy way to get spotted.”

“I can make us invisible, duh.”

“They would notice the splashes. We have not seen the GiW in some time, but I would prefer not to give them any ideas. We do not know who could be watching.”

With that, Danny found himself icing his body to the hull of some random cargo freighter. The ship approached the locks. They waited for painstaking minutes, watching the water level rise inch by inch. Once it reached the midway point up the next lock, the gates opened. Then the ship slowly inched forward. Then the water level inched upward again.

“This is gonna take for-freaking-ever.”

“Swimming around South America would have taken forever.”

“Uuggghhh.”

It would’ve been nice if there were some pretty landscapes to stare at for the next however many hours this would take. Sadly, their surroundings were all smooth concrete underwater, void of life and energy. Above water, it was the same, save for some small patches of grass and dirt lined the edges of the locks. Workers and vehicles milled about with their tasks on barren grey roads. The shipyard buzzed like persistent mosquitoes. Whirring machinery, shouted orders and gasping engines filled the air. He even felt a literal mosquito land on his nose when he surfaced to check. He was invisible! What the fuck!

So Danny dipped back underwater, hopefully drowning the little blood sucker. He didn’t want to know what a mosquito could do with his blood.

“What is the situation?” Damian asked.

“Boring. And normal, I guess. The stench is killing me though. God damn.”

Damian’s ear fins quirked. “Do sirens worship Christ?”.

“Uhh, not sure. I’m totally atheist though. Must be why the Fentons call me godless sometimes.”

The next lock finally finished opening. The ship continued inching painfully forward. The hum of its engine echoed back and forth in the ditch.

“Gahhh! Please. Move. Faster!” He banged the hull.

“Please stop complaining. You are contributing to the noise.”

Danny went to make another complaint, only for Damian to nip him in the ear.

“Yowch! What was that for!”

Damian went for the other ear.

That was when Danny sniffed a familiar scent. He slapped his hand over Damian’s mouth. “Wait. Something’s up.”

Damian froze. “What?”

The boys scanned the lock. They were alone in there, without a doubt. Danny’s lateral line only sensed Damian with him, and the scent of another sea creature would have been a beacon in the stale water.

Danny broke off from the ship. He melted his ice, just to be safe. The boy carried Damian above the surface invisibly.

“You see anything?”

“Just employees. And equipment.”

“Let’s look behind us.”

The water level had just about filled the up to the top of the gate behind them. There was little risk of being left behind by the next, seeing as Danny’s swimming speed would let them catch up with the boat in seconds. It took little effort for the boy to scale up the walls and peek overhead.

He was treated to a vast overhead view of the waterway. Danny hummed. All he could see was more machines dotting the side of the canal underneath tree cover, and beyond, the vast blue sea.

Damian squeezed his arm like a vice. “We have potential trouble.”

The older boy scrambled. “What? Where?”

“Down there.” Damian pushed the back of his head down.

Danny’s heartrate spiked. Just approaching the lock system was a familiar white boat. Nerves buzzed underneath his skin, like insects crawling into his scales. “I don’t understand. They have no reason to think we’d be here.”

“Perhaps they are just passing by. It could be a coincidence. Will they detect us?”

“Probably not. Radars to detect are expensive as hell, and only the Fentons know how to make them. They’d have to use sonar, and that can only happen if they’re in the same water as us.”

The boys dipped back into the water. Damian clenched his white shoulder. “We will be past these locks by the time they open for that boat.”

Danny nodded quickly. “Yeah. We’ll be fine.”

They returned to waiting.

His fins flipped back and forth in place. Back and forth. He counted the inches. He cheered every new inch the water level took. Why did it take so long just to move some freaking water?! His fins sped up, becoming a blur. They stirred up eddy currents and swirls. At some point he even felt eddies from Damian’s fins too.

Danny took a deep breath. Fear was the mind killer, or whatever they said. Even if his back scales felt like knives were raking over them, the rational part of his mind tried to insist it was all fine. They were probably just moving some assets to the Atlantic. A million and one different ships used this passage.

But it wasn’t right. His nose was good in this form, but not that good. That boat was over fifty meters away in a completely different body of water.

“Damian. There’s more to this. There’s gotta be.”

“Your nerves are contagious. Keep a handle on them.” Damian grumbled.

“I’m serious. I couldn’t have smelled that boat. It’s like a football field away on a different lock. It’s impossible.”

The swirls of water from the small siren’s fins ceased. Danny couldn’t see him, but he felt the weight distribution change a little, like Damian had just lifted his head. “This warrants further investigation.”

The boys resurfaced again. Danny climbed his way up the walls of the lock on the side. They peered over the edge, keeping their noses open. “I don’t see anything.”

Maybe he was overthinking it from stress…

Just then, Damian tugged his sail. “The other side!” He hissed.

Danny turned around. At the edge of the shipyard, his vision clipped onto two distinct white suits talking to some important look guy in a black suit and hard hat. The black suit guy pulled out a walkie talkie. Suddenly, Danny realised the water level had been still for some time.

His voice lowered to a whisper. “Damian, I don’t think they’re just passing by.”

“It cannot be. What reason would they have to suspect we would be here?”

“I don’t know.” Danny clenched his fists around the concrete wall they had been sticking to. “But this is getting bad.”

More men appeared on both sides now, carrying harpoons, hydroplasm guns, and water testing equipment. Quiet adrenaline fired into his fins. A warbling growl rumbled in his throat.

“What if we can swim ahead? You have the speed to outrun them.” Damian’s voice trembled unevenly. His hands shook.

“Damian, the water’s stopped raising. They’ve locked down the lock. If I jump, they’ll be on me in a second.”

“We cannot sit here and wait for them.”

“I know.”

Danny wasn’t doing much better. If he were in human form, his hands would be soaked in sweat by now. His head whirled. The agents seemed to be in every direction. The water still wasn’t moving. The gate was still shut tight. Danny could probably squeeze his body through some kind of gap, but Damian? He didn’t want to grind the kid’s bones into pulp.

“What if we fight them?”

“You don’t have any of your weapons, and I’ve barely had anything to eat.” No food meant no healing, and little energy to toss ice beams willy-nilly.

“Do we have no other option?”

He cursed the stupid freaking GiW. At least his parents had their moments. Nothing good ever happened when the goons in wetsuits showed up. The last time he and Damian saw them was in freaking Amity Bay! His head spun trying to figure out what had given them away. What could get them out of this situation?

There was one other option. The option Danny had desperately hoped would never have to be considered. But it wasn’t just Danny’s safety now. At least his parents had the decency not to dissect Damian (at least during their stay on the SAV). The GiW would be much less merciful.

Danny’s heart rate spiked. Do or die, then. Sink or swim. He gathered up every ounce of courage that still survived his parents.

“We do.”

“Do it now.”

Danny squared up his shoulders, acutely aware of how the scales on his arms touched those on his armpits. How the water touched his back with no clothes in the way. “Do you trust me?”

Damian hesitated. He could smell the kid’s reservation in the water. He counted the steps the GiW agents took, as if in slow motion. “I have no other person to rely on.”

“We won’t be able to cross Panama. We’ll have to go back the direction we came.” Guilt jumped into the party of stressors stomping on his nervous system.

Damian warbled, like a wounded animal. “I know.”

They were so fucking close. They’d just barely gotten into Panama, and it’s all been ruined and he didn’t even know why.

“Hang on to me. And whatever you do, be quiet.”

Danny placed one arm on the top surface of the lock. He used it to pull himself up and over the edge, pushing with his second arm. Slowly he pulled his entire body over the edge of the wall. Danny began wiping drops of water off his body. He could do it while still being completely wet, but it hurt like a bitch and took ages.

Slowly, invisibly, his scales receded into skin. His tail split open. Its bones reshaped into legs. His tailfin hardened into feet. Danny stood up, still clutching Damian to his chest. The boy gasped at the sudden increase in elevation. And despite being invisible, he could practically feel the boy’s judgement baring down on him.

The GiW agents were closing in.

Danny stuck to the dirt and grass. The asphalt would have fried his bare feet off. Not a pleasant sensation. A pair of agents approached the canal, guns in hand. Danny crept along the side, tiptoeing carefully so as to avoid making a sound and drawing attention.

As Danny slipped away, the pair of agents came up to where he’d just been standing. Thank god.

There was an issue though. The locks were obviously built uphill. That meant going along the canal would bring him through the treacherously steep terrain. Not a good look for a scrawny boy with no shoes who needed to be silent. One slip and the entire force would come down upon him.

Damian squeezed his hand. There had to be a way somehow.

Danny swallowed a thick lump. He formed a layer of ice. Despite it only being a few millimetres, it felt clunky and horrible to walk in, and would definitely make a sound, but it would have to do.

Just carefully. One foot over the other. Let the foot come down gently, like a bee’s landing. Danny walked out into the asphalt, just within earshot of the agents at the edge of the canal.

“Got anything?” The one crouching over it said. He was so tempted to shoot an ice beam and knock him into the water.

“Not yet. It could be hiding from the sensor. We’ll give it another five minutes.”

“It better be close. Sun’s killing me out here.”

One of the nice things about sirens is that they were quite sensitive to heat. Thanks to some nifty evolution, it meant that Danny’s invisibility extended into the infrared and ultraviolet range. That was the only reason he wasn’t getting sunburned out the wazoo, and the only reason Damian hadn’t dried out yet. The air was still very, very warm, but he didn’t need to worry about the radiation from the sun itself.

Danny managed to get out of earshot of those agents. His concentration was split between keeping this ice on his feet solid, and on keeping Damian from dying of heatstroke. The boy remained silent, as requested. Danny’s eyes snapped from one side of his vision to the other, hyper aware of his space, and of the dozen or so agents scattered around the perimeter.

Let it be known that he was no ninja. Probably the only saving grace he had was the fact that they were expecting an invisible fish in the water, and not a kid walking on land. One of the agents barked an order. The agents split into groups of two. The pairs scattered, probably making for the other parts of the canal. That meant two of them were coming his way. Danny’s breath hitched. Sweat dripped down his brow. He iced it over.

Damian’s fins hung low too. Their sharp tips brushed against his belly. He couldn’t stay out here long. He needed water and quick. The boy chirped quietly underneath Danny’s hand.

He ambled to the right of the matching pair. Best to get out of their way. For a bunch of guys in fancy suits, they walked quickly. But Danny couldn’t. His makeshift shoes would be too loud.

He was barely able to get out of their way, barely able to avoid brushing shoulders with the men who wanted him a lab rat. Relief cooled his system like his ice.

Then one of them stopped.

“Wait, G.” He turned around. Turned toward Danny. Hairs stood on end. Knees rattled. “Agent H!”

Danny was seconds away from bolting. Only Damian’s tight grip was able to ground him from doing something stupid.

The man pulled a bottle of sunscreen from his suit. “Agent H! You forgot your mandated sunblock!”

With the GiW agent breaking into a light jog, Danny had seconds to react. He threw his body to the side just as the agent rushed through. The motion pushed his upper body just an inch too far off base. Danny’s eyes widened. He flung his arms wildly, but he could not stop the descent.

He shifted gears. The boy twisted his body so it faced the ground. Damian clung tighter, his claws digging into Danny’s chest. He shoved his hands forward. No time to ice them over. Danny planted his fingers on the ground. Sunbaked pebbles seared his fingers. His tongue bled as he bit down the urge to cry out.

His scream was only muffled into a groan. The footsteps of the agent stopped.

“What?” The man whispered.

Danny became a statue. The man’s gaze crawled over his back like an ant colony. Danny’s pulse stomped around in his ears. In his burning fingers. Each millisecond a war between the urge to cry out, the emergency signals of heat and pain, and the adrenaline that he could not let out. Just hunched over, still.

“Agent F! I’m turning into sun-dried tomatoes here!”

At last, at long last, the aforementioned Agent F took off. “Sorry! Just got distracted by some mosquito buzzing.”

Fuck. That was close. Too close.

Blink. Blink. Blink. Blink.

Panama Canal.

What was that menace doing, heading for Panama Canal?

Maddie Fenton’s phone lay off to the side of the console. The new stream chattered. She paused from her work (really just staring at the radar) to refresh the news sites in English. Then whatever Spanish sites, translated by her browser. Nothing. A week ago she would have gone in guns blazing, ready to take out the pelagic punks and stop them from carrying out their dastardly plot.

With their engines busted, that plan wasn’t looking very good. After six hours of repairs, she and Jack had only managed to achieve a fraction of their original top speed. Enough to get them to Panama eventually, but not any time soon. They still had more repairs scheduled. It was only due to Jazz’s intervention that they sat down and took a break.

She wanted to work. She wanted to throw herself into metal and nuts and bolts. Anything to keep her mind from that face.

For years she had made it her mission to bring the sirens to justice for all they had done to her family and others. The few times she got up close to a siren they were vicious, snarling predators. She expected the same stubborn defiance from Phantom.

His resistance was token, at best. She could tell how scared he was even as he put up a tough face. Then he broke down, sobbing and incoherent. It was fake. It was all an act. It had to be. Phantom was stalling for time. He was manipulating her from the start. It had to be. It had to be.

How could it be?

She pulled off her gloves. She stared at the quivering hands, the hands that were a moment away from pulling the trigger. She was so sure she would have done it. He had to have known. He was an awful liar. Tried to misdirect and feign ignorance, and gave himself away every time. Who did he think he was fooling? And yet she could not steady her hands.

Maybe that was his con all along. Not even try to be convincing. Just babble whatever nonsense to lead them along like a string of helpless ducklings until help arrived.

Phantom had never worked with anyone else before. Not from his own kind, at least.

Maddie sipped a cold cup of tea. Maybe he had been migrating, and these were his original pod? If he were with his original pod, then there would be a lot more noise in Panama. The canals were narrow. Phantom was on the smaller side, but even two adults would have been noticed, right?

Did they even exist at all?! She had rebooted and reconfigured the radar, spending hours only for it to fail to detect any of Phantom’s pod. It was like they showed up for one moment, then vanished into thin water the next.

It wasn’t enough. The scientist in her demanded more evidence. Her hypotheses felt flimsy even to her, like there was something that was glaringly missing.

It all went back to that expression. That haunted anguish. Those streaming tears. The face that tore her vision away and replaced it with years of comfort. Years of holding Danny close. To that day when Danny showed up back home six months ago, the day a miracle came to her.

His face was the same back then. Maddie had rushed to hug the son she’d thought she’d lost. However, her baby boy flinched back, like she was going to strike him.

It broke her heart then.

“Mom?” Her daughter leaned into the door way.

“Jazz, I told you to take it easy.”

Jazz came inside, and sat down on the chair beside her. “I am taking it easy. Just getting some fresh air.”

She leaned to the side, her eyes discerning like they’d always been.

“Mom, are you ok?”

Dammit. Was it that obvious? Maddie shook her head. “You know me too well, Jazz.”

She pulled her daughter in. She held her and let herself be grateful that at least she was still here. That there was still hope, somehow. But that hope now clouded over with uncertainty.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?”

It shouldn’t be that way. Maddie was the mother here. It was her who was supposed to be comforting Jazz, but it was the other way around again.

“I just don’t know. Jazz. I thought I knew everything I needed to get the job done, but…”

But now she didn’t. Jazz nodded silently, letting her continue.

Maddie held her tighter. Her voice lowered to a whisper. “Sweetie, I’m not sure anymore. Jazz, I can’t get it of my head. The way he looked at us. The way he didn’t. And I’ve been thinking about it for hours and I can’t make heads or tails on it. None of my theories can make up any kind of framework that could explain what happened.”

“Maybe it’s time to find a new framework?”

Maddie pulled back in puzzlement. “What do you mean?”

“Find new evidence. If the current evidence contradicts established theories, then hunt for new evidence that could explain the discrepancies. And then establish a new more comprehensive theory.”

That… made a lot of sense. It was at times like these she marvelled at the brilliance of her daughter. But there was just one issue.

“But your father and I still haven’t finished repairs yet.”

“That’s ok, Mads!”

Her husband and Bruce leaned in to the bridge as well. Bruce Wayne’s head still sported a large bandage around it, but the man was looking much better for wear.

Jack continued. “It was obvious we weren’t as prepared as we could be. Otherwise the fishie little fiend wouldn’t have given us the slip. With the SAV busted, I say we take Jazzie’s advice and go on recon mode.”

Determination shined from Bruce’s squared shoulders. “Jack’s right. We can take the jet skis and catch up to Phantom easily. Then we can observe him ourselves or deploy a drone or two.”

That was surprisingly sensible. They needed more information. Then they could cross out the possibilities and the what ifs, and narrow down the truth.

More than anything, Maddie needed the truth.

Damian was beginning to get uncomfortable. The mucus coating his scales meant that they remained moist. However, he still lost water due to respiration. Not to mention the sweltering heat. Although he did not suffer the burning sunlight due to Danny’s invisibility, the humid air also contributed to his discomfort. As a fish out of water, Damian could tell he could not last much longer.

But his physical discomfort could only distract from the real questions in his mind for so long. Why did Danny hide this ability from him for so long? What was he so scared of? In hindsight it was logical that a siren with the ability to turn humans into their species could also turn themselves into humans. Damian felt the soft, human skin of Danny’s chest against his own scales. His cheeks just so happened to be laying where the teenager’s gills used to be. Now they were smooth. Damian numbly counted Danny’s ribs, which jutted out.

Why did he expect Damian to trust him when he still continued to hide things from him?

Danny walked into a clearing. He carried Damian far past the shipping yard that they had crawled out of, and into a building. It appeared to be some kind of administrative building. Damian nudged him with his chin. Where was he taking them? He walked through the glass sliding doors behind a member of staff. Cool air conditioning chilled Damian’s scales. Danny bee lined for the bathroom, finding it empty. He iced the door shut.

Damian found himself placed into the (thankfully clean) sink. Cool running water washed over his body, bringing much needed relief. Damian purred quietly underneath the cool tap. For a moment, the room contained only the sound of running water, and Danny’s heavy breathing.

Danny’s invisibility deactivated. Damian watched pallid skin appear out of thin air. Stickly legs shivering. The newly human teenager leaned against the war, panting. His chest had no gills, as he’d expected, and his skin was completely opaque. Black hair appeared where there was white. Eerie aquamarine was replaced with dull blue. A familiar face rendered bare of scales or fins was revealed. A very, very familiar face.

And instantly, everything clicked into place for Damian.

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The Inklings Challenge Stories I Didn't Write

The Lake Queen: When my time travel story wasn't coming together, I brainstormed a secondary world story about a woman returning to the place where, centuries ago, a great kingdom was flooded. Her son was the rightful king of this land, and she'd been called to return to one of the islands in this area and rebuild some type of chapel/temple. The central part of this temple was some kind of Ark of the Covenant type artifact that was lost in the underwater city. Only the rightful king could touch this artifact without dying, so after several years of building a home and chapel on this island, she had find enough faith to send her child on this extremely dangerous quest alone. It was very Abraham and Joseph, but there was also a huge component of this woman developing relationships with the locals on the island, who distrusted these outsiders, but eventually came to trust her as she taught them about the old history and culture and religion. It felt, unintentionally, so much like The Wild Robot that I hesitated to write it. Anyway, the time travel story did come together, and since this idea was much more of a novella than a short story, I gave up on the idea of writing it for the Challenge.

The Mermaid Story: Reading one of the Epistles got me thinking about apostolic evangelization, and this story unfolded very quickly in my imagination. It centers around a mermaid who's the highest-ranking wife of a powerful lord within an extremely wealthy sea-dwelling culture. She goes to the underwater dungeons to visit a human prisoner--to ask him how he can possibly still be alive. He was trying to preach to the merfolk and angered them so much that they tried to drown him, but he finds himself miraculously able to breathe underwater. The man insists he's not alive by his own power, which leads to him telling the mermaid about his message of salvation. The mermaid is extremely educated in science and philosophy and can't resist engaging with these new ideas, that seem both wise and foolish. Anyway, she starts to befriend this guy as her husband keeps trying to torture/kill him, and this starts to endanger her political position (especially since her husband has an ambitious young new wife), until she finally has to decide to give up everything to help this human in his mission. This is another story that probably needed to be a novella. I considered writing it as a short story, but in that case the religious element probably would have come across as way too preachy, so I had to let it fall to the side.

The Lady Knights: A few pictures I saw during my September brainstorming process made me develop a world where lady knights ride on giant insects as they protect the realm. I would have loved to write a short story about this concept--any one of the themes could have provided inspiration--but I just couldn't come up with a plot. I think it would have worked best as a portal fantasy, anyway, with a timid young girl learning courage from these women.

The Reading Room: A time travel short story about a guy who has access to a library that, at a certain time in the evening, brings together people from across different points in time. It would have had a kind of ghostly but cozy vibe, and would have been about the C.S. Lewis concept of escaping the biases of your own time period by reading books of the past (and the future, if we could get them). I didn't have enough of a plot to write a story with the concept (aside from a vague idea that a very "modern" person could meet the MC and get book recommendations from the future that challenge their biases). I could have maybe gone for an atmospheric flash fiction sketch, and maybe I still could, if I could find the right angle.

Shadowstruck: When I was trying to think up secondary world ideas to replace my faltering time travel story, I got intense inspiration for a few scenes in Shadowstruck that came to me so vividly I felt like I had to write them. I did write a scene, thinking that maybe I could pull together a couple of scenes that could work decently enough as a standalone short, but it took more time than expected and needs some more development, so I decided to wait to give this story the time and space that it needs to develop into the fully fleshed-out version. But I still love this story idea and the inspiration keeps coming, so it's definitely going to be my main focus for a while.

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Pushed In

Will Graham x Hannibal Lecter

one shot - wc: 2.6k

summary: Hannibal joins Will on a fishing trip and will reminisces on hannibal’s interesting fashion choices

warnings: none really other than bad writing and slight mentions of canon typical murder stuff, not really plot heavy and kind of crack-ish

a/n: Thank you for all the support on the last one-shot it means the world!! this was originally meant to be much shorter than it turned out being but, per usual, it got away from me. If you like this remember to leave a like/reblog! maybe even follow me :D! Happy reading!!

Will doesnt even know why Hannibal agreed to this. When Will first proposed the idea of Hannibal joining him for a day of fishing he had expected the man to turn his nose up at the suggestion immediately; truthfully Will had hoped Hannibal would say no, wanting to use his refusal as an example of hannibal never engaging with the things will enjoys. Hannibal had surprised him though, agreeing almost as soon as the words had left his mouth. Will is really starting to wish he had never even asked the pompous man to come.

“Why would you say yes to coming if you aren't even going to fish?” Will questions, it comes out sounding almost bitter. Hannibal huffs out a breath, pulling down the garish orange life jacket that he and Will had bickered about him needing to wear the entire drive down to the lake, before answering,

“Because you said you wanted me to accompany you on one of your fishing excursions,” Hannibal tugs at the jacket again, “which I agreed to,” he gives another tug this time a bit more aggressively, “I never said that I would partake in any actual fishing.” Hannibal gives the life jacket one more tug before picking the book he brought off of the hard bench next to him and resuming his reading, seemingly oblivious to the daggers Will is glaring into the side of his head.

Will toys with the idea of pushing hannibal into the water before ultimately scrapping it, Will doesn't want to kill him and taking Hannibal for another swim while he's wearing what is no doubt a very expensive dress shirt doesn't seem all that worth it given how petty the cannibal becomes with anger. When Will and Hannibal had first settled down in the home in Argentina, Will had been afraid to upset the other man, constantly walking on eggshells out of fear of the bloodshed that tends to follow Hannibal's anger. Will knows now that the fear of Hannibal's anger at that time was misguided; Will shouldn't have been afraid of Hannibal stabbing him to death, No, he should've been afraid of Hannibal annoying him to death. The first time Will gathered the courage to say something to the cannibal that might upset him he started with something that he thought wouldn't be a big deal, he stares out into the water as he recalls the memory.

They had been sat at the table, eating a lunch that hannibal had prepared,

“You know,” Will had begun, setting his fork down, “I’m not a huge fan of paisley.” Will paused after the words had left his mouth, watching the cannibal the way you would a rabid dog, afraid he might bite. Instead of lunging at him with the steak knife sitting well within his reach like Will thought he might, the man had calmly sat his own fork down before meeting Wills nervous gaze,

“You don't like the way I dress?” He had sounded almost dejected, doing a poor job hiding the way the words had affected him. Will had paused for a moment out of the shock of seeing the man react that way before rushing out a placating,

“No no, of course i do,” Will had struggled with what to say next, he had thought Hannibal would be angry not, whatever this was, “I’m just not a fan of the paisley,” will paused for a moment before adding, “it just looks kinda busy, you know?”

Hannibal had worn a contemplative look before letting out a soft breath and responding with a smile that had unsettled Will,

“Of course,” He picked his fork back up, “I understand.”

Will had let out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding before giving a sharp nod and picking his own fork back up to resume the meal. The rest of the meal carried on with a tense silence broken only by the sound of cutlery against their plates, Hannibals face betrayed no emotions leaving him a little afraid of what might come after the meal. Will had found solace in the fact that even if Hannibal stabbed him in his sleep that night, at least he could die knowing that he had finally told the man that his tie choice left much to be desired. When they were finished eating they had cleaned up with the same silence that had occurred throughout the meal, the only other words exchanged that night were the quiet goodnights they had both offered each other before they had fallen asleep.

Will had woken hours later to the smell of something burning, he had sat up, immediately turning to Hannibal's side of the bed only to find it empty. He had jumped out of bed quickly, afraid their small refuge was burning down, before realizing that the smell of smoke was coming through the open window from the backyard. He took a second to rub the sleep from his eyes before he walked over to the window and peered out into the backyard. Will struggled to wrap his mind around what he was looking at, almost thinking he was still dreaming, he squinted trying to make out more of what was happening in the darkness outside. Hannibal was standing next to a small fire seemingly throwing tie after tie into the flames, Will almost couldn't believe what he was seeing, he really hadn't thought his words would affect the man this much.

Will had stood and watched as the cannibal threw all of his beloved paisley ties into the fire, a part of him relieved to never have to look at them again, an even bigger part of him was still struggling to understand the implications of what he was seeing. Will didn't have much time to dwell on it before Hannibal threw in the last tie and watched it reduce to ash, dumping a pail of water on the small fire once he was satisfied with the destruction. Hannibal had made quick work of putting the pail back where he had found it before turning and marching back towards the door of the house, Will had chosen to simply get back in bed and pretend to be asleep, not wanting to deal with the conversation about what he had seen until he had, had at least eight hours of sleep. With the decision made to table the discussion for the next day Will layed back down and closed his eyes, not reacting when Hannibal gently opened and shut the door before getting back into bed.

The next day came and went, Will having not said anything, deciding that he didn't want to deal with the implications of why Hannibal had burnt all but a few of his ties after he had insulted them, he made the choice to just let it go and hope the cannibal lets it go as well. Will had thought the difficult man had let it go until a few weeks after the tie burning incident, Will came home from his day of fishing to Hannibal placing a blue paisley rug in front of the fireplace. Will had barely spared the rug a glance, walking past the fireplace to the kitchen to begin cleaning the fish he caught. He had forgotten all about the rug until later that evening when he and Hannibal were sat by the fireplace, hannibal engrossed in the book he was reading and Will tying lures. Without looking up from the lure in his hands he broke the silence with an acknowledgment of the newest addition to the living room,

“I like the new rug,” he paused for a moment, considering, “it fits the space well.”

Will heard Hannibal suck in a sharp breath almost akin to a gasp, closing the book in his hands with a sharp sound; Will turned and looked at him with brows furrowed in confusion,

“Are you alright?” The concern in his voice was evident, the look Hannibal was giving him was a little startling, and he thought the cannibal's eye was going to start twitching.

“You like the rug?” Hannibal questioned almost hysterically, Will leveled him with an even more concerned look,

“Yeah, it fits with the decor of the room, it looks nice.” Will thought the man in front of him might start hyperventilating, he was sure Hannibal's eye was twitching at that point, the cannibal letting out a laugh that sounded more manic than anything.

“You like the rug?!” his words growing even more hysterical as he let out another laugh, “the paisley rug?”

Will had paused for a moment, the memory of the events a few weeks prior running through the front of his mind; he had forgotten all about the tie burning a few weeks prior, truthfully he had forgotten he had even said anything about the ties to begin with. The look on Will’s face incredulous as he finally turns to face the man fully, he opens his mouth to speak but Hannibal cuts him off before he can even start,

“You said you didn't like paisley!” Will was worried Hannibal might have a stroke with how red he was getting, “You didn't like my paisley ties but you like that god forsaken paisley rug?!” The cannibal was shaking now, Will might've been afraid that the man was going to lunge out at him if Hannibal didn't look so close to passing out from the way he was practically hyperventilating.

Will responded quickly, “Paisley is a very common rug pattern, it looks good on rugs!”

Hannibal let out another manic laugh, the sound sharp,

“But it looks bad on me?!” hannibal practically yelled this, Will sent him a look of utter disbelief,

“Are you a rug?!” he matched Hannibal's volume, his tone incredulous, Hannibal let out a soft gasp in response, a look of disbelief crossing his face matching the look Will was giving him. Without another word Hannibal stood, picking up his discarded book, and practically stomped out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him. Will heard the door to their room upstairs slam shut before he was left alone to wonder what the hell had just happened.

Hannibal hadn’t talked to Will for three days after that conversation, he still continued making them meals and sitting in rooms with Will, but anytime the younger man would attempt to start a conversation with him, the petty man would only nod or let out soft hums of acknowledgment, refusing to engage in any conversation with Will. He had only started talking to Will again after Will had gone out and bought, what he thinks, is more paisley ties than any reasonable person should own and presented them to the cannibal with a soft apology for insulting his choice in neck wear. Hannibal hadn't said anything to him the night Will gave him the ties but the next morning Will found Hannibal stood in the kitchen making breakfast wearing one of the ugliest ties he had ever seen, the man had smiled at him and said good morning as if none of the events in the previous few days had even occurred. Will had decided to never bring up the ties again, if only to save him the headache of having to deal with a petty cannibal.

Hannibal snapped Will out of his thoughts with a gentle hand on his shoulder, his voice soft as he questioned,

“Are you alright?”

Will hummed out an affirmation before turning to look at the man in the neon orange life jacket,

“Yeah I'm just thinking.” Will took in the appearance of the man next to him, his eyes catching on the tie sitting beneath the jacket, Will sucks in a sharp breath, it has to be one of the ugliest ties Hannibal has ever worn; Will believes the puke green color is supposedly named chartreuse, but he can't even dwell on the color because all his eyes can focus on is the horrible paisley pattern that lays over it. Will rethinks pushing Hannibal into the water, with the tie he's wearing Will reasons he's asking for it, but he stamps that idea down almost as quickly as it surfaces. Only Hannibal would wear a tie on a fishing trip; Will counts his blessings that he managed to convince the difficult man to forgo the vest and suit jacket.

Hannibal lets out an inquisitive noise, closing his book and setting it gently beside him,

“What about?” Hannibal looks at him expectantly, but Will doesnt really feel like rehashing the tie argument, especially given the abomination that the man currently has around his neck. He thinks for a moment, working more bait onto his fishing hook before casting the line out into the water,

“Our first few months here,” he pauses slightly before continuing, “How much things have changed I guess.”

Hannibal looks at him, a look of consideration taking over his features, he was silent for a couple minutes before responding,

“I would say things have changed for the better.”

Will hums out a soft noise of affirmation before turning his gaze back out towards the water. Will lets out an annoyed huff,

“You know, it wouldn't kill you to at least try to fish.” Will looks at hannibal then, hannibal stares out into the water, a look of consideration crossing his face, letting out a sigh he finally concedes,

“I will try,” Hannibal stops for a second, thinking again, “But I will not be touching the bucket of worms.” Will sends a look of disbelief towards the audacious man,

“You kill and eat people Hannibal,” Will pulls the bucket of worms closer to him and begins putting one onto the hook of the rod he had brought for Hannibal, “You tried to cut my skull open and eat my brain,” Will stops for a second, thinking about the events of a few days prior, “You pulled a man's intestines out with your bare hands three days ago but a bucket of worms is where you want to draw the line?” Will presents Hannibal with the fishing rod.

“I am multifaceted.” Hannibal takes the rod from him and stares blankly at it. Will thinks for a moment before sighing deeply and scooting over on the bench so he was sitting almost thigh to thigh with him,

“Do you even know how to fish?” Hannibal levels a glare in his direction at this question, before shaking his head resolutely,

“Why would I know how to fish Will.” The question is rhetorical and will fights the urge to respond anyways. With an irritated sigh he directs Hannibal on how to properly hold the rod and how to cast the line, demonstrating with his own fishing rod. Hannibal casts the line with a surprising amount of success; Will, now appeased, turns his eyes back to the water where his own line rests, the plastic float moving gently with the waves of the water.

Will is granted only a few minutes of peace before Hannibal sighs heavily, tugging on the life jacket with more force than necessary before questioning,

“So we just sit here and wait for the fish to potentially bite?” Will opens his mouth to respond but Hannibal cuts him off with another question,

“And why are you not also wearing a life vest?” his tone is bitter, betraying his physical and mental discomfort with the jacket. Will lets out a chuckle at the question, thinking for a moment before answering,

“Because i'm not the one who might get pushed into the lake.”

[underthenightskydreamsneverdie]

HEAAAADCANNNONNNNNNNNNNSSSSS I need more 🫣 im a repeat offender

Can you please do HC for Ominis and Sebastian’s kinks 😳

LOVE YEEEEWWWWW

A repeat offender?!?!?! For me??? AWWWWW 😘 (I love repeat offenders, keep coming back)

Sebastian is the type of guy who is up for trying anything once. The few that he ends up liking the most would be:

Bondage - Yep, I said it. Our sweet Sebby loves letting go of the responsibilities of dominance every once in a while. He not so secretly loves when MC ties him up and he can do nothing but take what she gives him. He also loves to tie her up, but IMO it doesn't happen very often, him being too impatient to do it properly.

Along that same note, Sebastian is most definitely a Dom/sub dynamic kind of man. In my opinion he's 100% a switch, happily controlling a scene, or being submissive to MC. He loves the feeling of trusting power he gets when he's in Dom mode with MC. Telling her exactly what he wants her to do, knowing that she'll do it, only for him, is a huge confidence boost. In a (true/honest/good) Dom/sub relationship, the sub really holds all the power in sexual moments, giving the Dom all of their trust to take care of them. Sebastian loves being on both sides of that, earning her trust, and giving his own to her when the world is on his shoulders, needing a break from his responsibilities.

Impact play- Sebastian mostly likes spanking, the sight of his red handprint blooming on MCs ass is incredibly satisfying, a fleeting way of marking her as his own, her needy groans an added bonus. *I think Sebastian would make an EXCELENT Daddy Dom, but that may just be the Little in me talking. If you want me to expand on Daddy Dom Sebby let me know😉 **Also I want to make sure to add that Sebastian knows the importance of and is phenomenal at giving aftercare. Whatever is MCs favorite way to come down after a rough scene, making sure she feels his love after. Whether it's cuddles, a bubble bath where he gently messages the marks he left on her, or just whispering the reasons he loves her while he softly kisses her. Aftercare for him is usually just MC holding him until he's ready to face the outside world again. Omi is a bit tricker for me on this one, I honestly have a hard time seeing him being into many kinks that Sebastian is not, but let's give this a shot

Wax Play - I have no idea why but I think he would love the sensation of hot wax dripping onto his skin. Maybe it shows him that a small amount of pain isn't always a bad thing. 🤷‍♀️ Okay that was a short one for Ominis 🤦‍♀️ So let's talk about kinks they have in common

Public sex - maybe not an actual kink, but exhibitionism seems too strong. Neither boy minds getting frisky in a public place to some extent, if it means getting what they desperately want, the risk of being caught only making it better. Their favorite ways include, fingering MC in the back of class or in the library when she has been teasing them too much, quickies (or not) in the showers, and maybe a few hand jobs down by the lake. **I just finished a chapter of Sharing is Caring that is entirely about the trio having public sex.** Okay now that I've typed all this I think I've changed my mind about exhibitionism being too strong a word 😆 but hey, they're just young, dumb, full of cum teenagers, so desperate for each other and as someone who herself engaged in a little public sex today, I cannot say I blame them.

Erotic Asphyxiation - We all know that Omi and Seb have no reservations about wrapping a hand around MCs pretty little neck, but that's where it ends in my mind.

Just a touch of Verbal Humiliation - They love calling MC their little slut and sometimes even a whore. But ya know what, a strong girl like MC actually really likes it. They aren't wrong, and they know it's only for them, which makes it even better.

Nonny, I would just like to say I looked up a lot of kinks to do this ask justice there are a few I wish I hadn't discovered I hope you enjoy my choices

Also I feel like I gave a lot of myself away in this 🤷‍♀️🤦‍♀️😆

[klbwriting]

Adventures In Atlantean-Sitting

Chapter 5

Fandom: Aquaman

Pairing: Ormxfemale!Reader

Warnings: some violence

Summary: Orm and YN are cooped up after a metahuman attack, but when its finally safe YN takes Orm to the amusement park

Notes: 'Orm is a witch in the woods' forever

Orm’s attitude since the movie and diner date had improved immensely. He was still aggravated that he had to wear the bracelet, it itched, and he missed having his abilities, but YN wouldn’t budge. He could see now that trying to run had been a huge mistake and her trust was broken. He wasn’t sure he would ever earn it back and for some reason that irked him the most. The last few weeks they had been getting along great and he found that she was probably the best friend he had ever had. He didn’t realize that she felt the same way about him, but he hoped she did.

YN threw herself into showing Orm everything she could about the surface world. They went on hikes to lakes and wildflower fields where he asked her question after question about nature in the area. Turns out being alone for long amounts of time gives one all kinds of time to learn and YN was very knowledgeable. They would cook together, and she taught him how to bake, though those lessons normally ended with them covered in flour and noticing how much they liked the others’ laugh. And the movies, they went to the movie theater every weekend and watched different shows and movies every night on the couch. It was becoming a routine for them and Orm found he loved it. He was starting to wonder if that’s why he always used to be angry, maybe he, as YN liked to say, just wanted to be a witch who lives in the woods and gives out full size candy bars to the brave kids on Halloween. He had no idea what half of that statement meant, but he got the idea of it.

Another attack happened while Orm was there. They soon found out that it wasn’t Atlanteans, just run of the mill metahuman stuff, but YN still thought it was a good idea to stay inside for a couple weeks, make sure that Atlantis didn’t send anyone to poke around. They spent three weeks inside and by the end of it Orm was crawling up the walls. He didn’t like what the isolation was doing to YN either. Instead of doing things she normally did, she was hiding out with him because she was worried he would try to run again. Finally, he sat on the couch in the early afternoon and looked at her.

“We need to get out of here,” Orm said. YN looked at him from her place on the floor, reading. “You have read that book twice since we started this quarantine. No Atlanteans ever came looking for me, the city is rebuilding from the damage, it seems like a good time to get out and do something.” She put down the book and looked like she was in thought. “Let’s go to the movies.” Orm was trying very hard to get her to agree to go out, just for a little while.

“No, not the movies,” she said, rising. “Go get dressed, we’re doing something new, something I hope you’ll love.” Orm hopped up, not needing told again. They both went into the bedroom and Orm grabbed a shirt while YN grabbed some thinks from her closet. She turned to exit and Orm was already in his underwear, ready to throw on his new clothes. YN stared for a second. “You’ve been hiding all that.” Orm looked at himself.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing,” she said quickly, blushing as she headed to the bathroom to change. Orm smiled a little. They had been dancing around each other, flirting here and there, and it made his blood run a little faster knowing that she was attracted to him. He sighed. He had to face the fact sooner or later, at some point in time he had stopped thinking of YN as his babysitter, or even his friend, she was so much more than that. Maybe she felt the same way? After whatever activity they did today he would have to find out.

YN put her clothes on for what she planned with Orm and then she splashed some cold water on her face. Yes, Orm was hot, and yes, she was very interested in him beyond the fact that he was hot. Ever since he had arrived, she had been chipping away at his exterior and she loved what she found. If only he could feel the same way she did. But why would he? He was pretty much a step down from being a god, and she just a human, just his babysitter while he waited for Atlantis to forget about him. It was hopeless. She let out a breath and headed back to the living room. Orm was waiting and he smiled at her, and it made her heart flutter. Alright, maybe there was some hope.

Orm was staring. This place looked as bright and colorful as Atlantis, and he felt homesick for a moment. YN seemed to notice and frowned.

“Do you hate it?” she asked, clearly worried she had made a mistake bringing him to the amusement park on the pier. He slowly shook his head.

“No, its amazing, reminds me of my other home,” he said. YN’s heart nearly stopped.

“Your other home?” she asked. Atlantis was his home, what other home was there? It couldn’t be her little cottage. He looked down at her and smiled.

“Atlantis, this reminds of there, my home here is your place,” he said simply, as if it were the truest thing in the world. YN smiled back at him and took his head. “What do we do first?”

“Roller coaster let’s get that out of the way before we try to eat anything,” she said, pulling him in the direction of a large wooden track structure. As they got in line, he watched the cars going up and down the hills and he felt a little nervous.

“What is the point of this thing?” he asked, watching as someone got off the ride and immediately emptied their stomach in a trash can. YN pushed his face so he would stop watching and he wished she would touch him again like that, he loved it.

“It’s a thrill, for some people it’s the closest they get to flying,” she explained. They soon were on the ride and Orm was screaming and laughing as the coaster raced around the track. When it finished he wanted to go again, so they did. However, after the second time he started to feel dizzy and could understand why someone could get sick on that thing.

“That was amazing,” he said as they headed to ride something else. YN took him on everything, the swings, the pirate ship, the boat hide, the haunted house. It was nothing like he had experienced before and by the time they were getting funnel cakes to eat he was trying to figure out how to come back again the next day.

“I guess you like it here,” YN said as if reading his mind. He chuckled. “I hoped you would, I know its not easy being stuck with one person, or in one place, for a long time, I hope this whole thing hasn’t been too bad.” Orm shook his head.

“Honestly, this whole thing, the cottage, the movies, the rides, you, this has been the greatest thing to happen to me,” he said. YN eyes watered a little and he worried he had stepped too far, maybe she didn’t want him to think so highly of her.

“Thank you Orm, that is incredibly sweet,” she said. She moved around to his side of the table and kissed his cheek. He blushed and cleared his throat, putting an arm around her shoulders.

“How about we do one of those games. I see one with water guns, I have a feeling I could win you something,” he offered. She nodded and they threw their trash away, and picked up some other discarded trash as they went and headed to the games.

Orm was very successful with the water gun game. YN walked out of the park with a dolphin the size of her cottage pretty much, holding it under one arm while she held his hand. They walked down the beach, and she stopped him.

“Alright, here’s the best part,” she said, turning back to the park. Orm turned and frowned, wondering what she was talking about. Then he heard a boom and saw lights in the sky. It was amazing. “The fireworks,” she explained as a few more went off. She watched him as he watched the lights. Finally, he sensed her eyes on him, and he turned to her. He was suddenly pushed by some unknown force to kiss her. He leaned in just a little, but stopped, not sure she would want this. His eyes shifted to her lips and back to her eyes and she seemed to understand. She nodded. He didn’t need told again. His lips pressed to hers, his free hand wrapping around to hold her head as his tongue pushed at her lips. She opened them and he tasted her, and he knew he never wanted to taste anyone else again. This was the perfect moment and his heart had never felt so full. He was pissed when the explosion rocked the pier. He turned and before he could stop himself, he was running back towards the attack, YN following him.

[notfics]

Background:

This image came across my computer. It's Riaño, Spain. A friend of mine who is obsessed with WinterBaron sparked the rest of this idea when we started talking about it.

The idea:

Zemo and Bucky are on a mission in a crowded place. It's not a huge city like Paris or Milan, it's just big enough to always be crowded but never crowded enough to disappear in the sea of bodies. Bucky is getting more agitated than usual and Zemo keeps calling him out on it and Bucky just keeps snapping that he's fine and Zemo should mind his own business. Well something in the mission goes sideways, Bucky gets hurt, probably gets overwhelmed by being seen and unable to hide with so many people around, and he comes close to hurting some civilians on accident while he's still reeling from whatever hit him. This causes him to go into a panic and Zemo has to calm him down before he can get him into a car and starts driving them away (extra points if Zemo hotwires the car because then Bucky can call him out on it and Zemo can say something like "Hotwiring a car isn't the worst thing either of us has done").

Bucky doesn't know where Zemo is taking them but the further they get out of town the more he can relax. The mission is a bust at this point and they need to regroup and gather more intel anyway. That's when Zemo takes him to Riaño. Bucky just assumes that it's a regular old safehouse, probably one from Zemo's old days or something. They spend a few days letting Bucky unwind and contacting various people for leads and waiting for people to get back to them with where they need to go next. In the meantime Zemo is showing Bucky around to help him get back to a more normal emotional state.

Eventually, Bucky starts picking up on things. Like how the house they're staying in isn't a rental. It's furnished like a family lives there, stays there even. Some of the doors are locked and he's felt the urge to pick his way into them, but Zemo always seems to be awake. He's paranoid that the other man is watching him and he doesn't know why. One day it comes out that it's not a safehouse. It's a vacation home that Zemo shared with his wife and kids. They would go there once a year because they loved the view of the mountains and lake. There's a caretaker that keeps the place in good condition when no one is around. Zemo hasn't been back since before his family died. He's always awake because he can't sleep in a home that he feels is too empty.

So, this fic gets to see Bucky being the soft one to Zemo. Comforting him. Offering to stay up and drink with him. Visiting places that Zemo finds too painful to go to alone, but that he wants to see again just to remember his kids and the way they played. And the two slowly start to get closer until one night Bucky offers to sleep in Zemo's bed if that'll help him get some sleep.

I'll let someone else fill in those blanks. Maybe Zemo can still be commanding by having it be the one thing that clears his head the most, giving orders so it feels a little more impersonal. Since he would feel guilty about sleeping with Bucky in a place he shared with his family. But he really wants it, and his wife would have wanted him to move on. She wouldn't want him to be haunted by ghosts until it drains him.

They get their next mission orders soon after. And Zemo and Bucky have to figure out how to work together now that they've crossed that line, but with Zemo liking to lead and Bucky not minding falling back into that subordinate role every now and then, it works out.

Details can be tweaked, since I'm not entirely familiar with this duo's dynamics. I just liked the idea of Zemo whisking Bucky away to a place that Bucky thinks is just a safe house but has a deeper meaning to Zemo.

[bonefall]

did the tribe recognize sharptooth/one eye as a haunting? also, you mentioned he mightve manifested as a HUMAN at one point, and that idea is so insanely cool to me- do you have any other ideas for what a human one eye could entail or was it a one-off? cool either way!

Thank you for giving me the chance to talk about this because OH MY GOD I do actually have a brief idea for each incarnation of One-Eye

One-Eye is a war diety, the god of summer, and his power grows with each kill (I need to pick a Special Number for him to achieve full power, which will be tied to how many cats died in the Battle of the Five Oaks (fourtrees) in DotC).

The Hog

The first reincarnation was a hog.

An old boar, a gigantic one, but still only a boar. The Tribe is full of hunters, and this is a quarry they would have figured out pretty easily. But they didn't know that he would keep coming back.

The Bear

The second was the bear, which, I'm gonna be honest with you, is because Ginga was baby Bones' first anime and I wanna see the tribe cats fight a big bear. The Stoneteller of that time was alive for the first two, and still couldn't confirm it, but now it was starting to become a pattern.

I'm still not sure if One-Eye has a trait he keeps in all his incarnations, but it's either that he's blonde or that his eye is doomed to get poked out or have something weird about it.

The Man

The third, the one before Sharptooth, was the Man.

I imagine he had a very intimidating presence, but to other humans something was wrong about him. He didn't really speak, didn't really have friends, but he hated cats. The local farmfolk know there's something odd about the cats in the mountain, but the Man took it to a whole new level.

And that was the deadliest incarnation. Enlisting the help of disgruntled sheep farmers (the tribe cats take maybe 1 or 2 sheep a year), he lead a campaign of eradication. Poison, snares, even shooting at them. Scores of cats died.

Physically, he was a huge human, I keep imagining one eye shining under his fur hat, and he carried around a shiny shotgun. I'm torn between making him look like a stuffy upper class fox hunter, or just some... weird, unsettling hunter guy who showed up one day.

I know he dies being body checked off a cliff, also killing the cat who head-jockeyed him. Something that you'd see in a movie as a kid and it would be fine, but then you grow up and think, "WOW that was pretty brutal." Kind of like the deaths of Gaston and that hunter guy in Tarzan, Clayton I think??

Sharptooth

So, by this point, the Tribe has killed this guy three times. Feathertail isn't doing anything special; but in delivering the final blow, she is now drawing the curse's ire.

(if One Eye is going to follow the Clans to the lake or absolutely RUIN BloodClan's and WarriorClan's days back in Chelford is still undecided.)

The biggest change I'm doing to Sharptooth is that he's probably going to talk now, if I figure out something good for him to say. He's a cat now, in his other forms he was silent to the Tribe.

Also, he's not a cougar. He's a Eurasion Cave Lion. He has no mane but the skin around his neck sags and he's gigantic. I'm sticking to species that would be present in England, god damn it, so I'm not having Sharptooth be some random puma zoo escapee.

He's a truly ancient terror, primal and horrifying.

[zhongluong]

what are your OCs

I had someone ask me this just a few weeks ago! I totally didn't forget my ask button says that

So, all of them are TES related, this time I'm gonna give a quick rundown of each and pick one to go into more detail with. Not Neean, he got that last time.

Going chronologically:

Inge the Oathkeeper - they/them Nord Vestige, general in the Three Banners War. Ancestor of Ylva Oathkeeper.

Morgan Lelles - he/him Breton Vestige and lightning sorcerer. Member of the Mage's Guild. Works with Inge and Tarim (belonging to @tiredbosmer ) to end the Planemeld.

Skip forward two eras.

Vanikar - he/him Dunmer. High-end courtesan in Riften, occasionally sells information to the Thieves Guild, but nothing his clients tell him. Customer Confidentiality and all that.

Neean Andrones - he/him/??? Argonian alchemist, born in Riften. Time traveler and paradoxical origin of much of his own knowledge and also his Hist.

Ylva Oathkeeper - she/her Nord Last Dragonborn, Harbinger of the Companions, and werewolf. Works with Tarim (the first one's grandson, also tiredbosmer's) to end the Dragon Crisis. Spends less than a year as High Queen and hands it back to Elisif.

Technically pertinent to the latest group, but actually much older:

Iizkaaljoor - Ice-Champion-Mortal, read as Campion of the Ice Mortals. Lightning aligned dovah, lives in Lake Ilinalta. Helps Ylva and Tarim 2 during and after the Dragon Crisis. Noticably smaller than other dragons, amphibious.

Bahdobrahm - Wrath-Of-North, read just like that. Ice aligned dovah, huge. I think I'm gonna infodump about him today, tiredbosmer is the only other one who knows about him yet.

So, when I say huge, I mean this guy is massive. We decided that dragons in TES are actually different sizes, with Alduin and Odahviing being the biggest. The idea is that the 'first' ones are bigger, especially the first of a particular kind. Bahdobrahm is big enough to easily rival Odahviing, a good visual is the Legends card for him. However, Bahdobrahm looks bigger because he's a Frost dovah, and has this mane of spines going from his horns to partway down his tail.

He also, way back in the beginning of people settling Skyrim, was the one to allow safe passage for the other dragons to cross the Sea of Ghosts. He already lived in the northeast peninsula of Skyrim, hunting among the ice floes for wolf-whales (orcas). So, basically, Alduin had to ask him to come through. Imagine being a literal demigod and needing to ask permission from this less powerful sibling to cross the hallway to your new room.

Then when the Dragon Cult lost power, he refused to join either side. He doesn't exactly like other dragons, and mortals are usually more of a nuisance than anything. Despite not being against the humans, he did end up getting killed by them.

Fast forward to the Dragon Crisis, and Alduin resurrects him, hoping maybe now he'll be on the dragon side of this war. He was wrong, Bahdobrahm told him to fuck off and went back to minding his own business on his mountain and hunting whales.

Inge accidentally finds his roost chasing down a bandit, and they manage to immediately get on his good side. They keep coming back to talk with him, and they make friends. He proceeds to catch a narwhal and flies halfway across Skyrim to deliver it to Oathkeeper Hall.