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a-littlebirdie · 2 years

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Foosball,Flyfishing

& "Friends"

Pairing: Price x MC (Wren, nickname Osprey) GN! Reader

Summary

John and Wren have been inseparable for the last 6 years, but neither one of them wants to admit that their relationship is nowhere near "platonic". They are released on leave for 3 months and Wren decides to take a trip back home to the states. They want to ask if John wants to go. They're just two very close friends who enjoy each others company right? What could happen?

Word Count: 5.5k ish

Author’s Note

Hello! So this is my first time posting any kind of writing since 2014. So please bare with me I may be a little rusty 😅 I just want to write some fluff and enjoy some domestic Price fly fishing. This is a two parter, maybe three depending on what I can finish by the 4th of Feb. I fly out the 6th for a job and will have limited access to internet until April, so I wanted to get this posted before I left.

Also want to note that I am not sure how much time would be between each mission, but for this we’ll say it’s around 3 months. Hope you find as much joy in this as I did!

Warnings

Too much fluff

Language

Nightmares

Slight talks of injuries

*NOT EDITED*

Part 2

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You quietly make your way through the dark and chilly halls of base. It was well into the night almost guaranteeing everyone was asleep except for the person you were looking for. A faint glow could be seen from under the door to your captain's office. Though you felt it selfish, you were relieved to see he was still awake. When you reach it you quietly knock and open the door. The room was dark with just the warm glow of the desk lamp and embers of a cigar resting on a try. John looks up and offers you a tired soft smile putting down his pen.

"Hey Osprey."

The codename made your heart flutter every time he said it.

He relaxes in his chair and opens his arms. You slowly make your way over sitting on his lap. Your normal uptight demeanour relaxes almost instantly as his strong arms engulf you making you feel safe. You hide your face in his neck, closing your eyes. This had become routine after a rough mission, but lately it's been happening more often. If you weren't going to him he'd be coming to you. You were the only ones that could bring each other back from the brink of destruction. Sometimes you'd talk about what was bothering you, but usually you just held each other until one of you fell asleep. It was your typical run-of-the-mill platonic relationship right? After all, you two had known each other for almost 6 years. Why would your relationship change all of a sudden?

You noticed that during this last mission things were evolving. Everyone noticed except John seemed to have been left out. He was much more protective over you to the point it caused the two of you to not speak for days other than exchanging plans. Thankfully the two of you made up, but there was still something off about the situation. You just couldn't put your finger on it.

You're brought out from your thoughts wincing as his hand gently grazes the wound on your shoulder. A nasty reminder of how the last mission had gone.

"Sorry love, how are you doing by the way? I know things have been hectic since we got back,"

With a yawn you sit up to look at him. His piercing blue eyes scan your face with concern.

"I'm doing alright just been having trouble sleeping because my comfy pillow has been busy." You tease with a smile and heavy eyelids. His warm presence is already lulling you to sleep. You lean back into the same position you were in with a little thud and he chuckles.

"You might need to get a new pillow then. Its seems that one isn't doing his job"

"Yeah, but he's more important things to pay attention to. I'll manage," you laugh at the ridiculous conversation.

He tightens his hold and lays his head on top of yours as he sighs,

"I know, I've been neglecting my pillow duties. I'll make it up to you."

You felt lucky. The others didn't get to see this side of John. He cared for his team and their wellbeing, but he still puts on a tough exterior, except when it was just the two of you.

"You know, this is really dangerous,"

You felt his chest rumble as he chuckles, "And why do you say that?"

"I think I'm starting to like you." You mumble sleepily. Though you said it jokingly, deep down you really mean it and it scares the life out of you. How could you start to have feelings now after all these years? Have you always had them and just pushed them down? It didn't matter. He was your captain and your friend. You're not about to ruin that.

He chuckles again and squeezes you even closer, "It's a little too late for that realisation don't you think?"

You laugh with a quiet "Mhm" and close your eyes again. You felt his large warm hand glide up and down your back lulling you asleep.

Sunshine peeks through the blinds into your face waking you up. John is still fast asleep. He's sprawled out in his chair with one foot propped on his desk and both arms wrapped securely around you. You smile to yourself enjoying the moment.

Before long John begins to stir and you feel yourself rise as he carefully sits up.

"Well good morning sunshine," You tease.

He rubs the back of his neck probably sore from the way he slept, "Good morning Osprey," his voice is raspy and tired as he tries to keep his eyes open. You wonder how much sleep he got. You try to get up, but you're pulled back into the chair. John wraps his arms around your waist and you feel sparks. A sense of giddiness floods your nerves as he rests his cheek against your back,"Please stay just a few more minutes." He whispers exhaustion radiating in his voice. He'd never been this clingy before, but you weren't complaining.

Your heart is racing as you try to compose yourself before asking, "Did you get any sleep?"

"Hmm, the last I remember is the sun coming up. What time is it now?"

You looked down at your watch,"It's only 7,"

"Have you been awake for long?"

You shake your head. You can tell he's trying to keep himself awake by how much he pauses between each word.

Rubbing your thumb over his knuckles you chuckle,"Go lay on the couch and try to get some sleep. I'll wake you before lunch."

He hums in response,”I’ll just rest my eyes for a little longer.”

His warm embrace soon releases you as you both stand up and he trudges over plopping down on the couch. Soon after you hear tiny snores escaping from his relaxed figure.

You use this time to contemplate what you were going to do now that the team was on leave for the next three months. Normally you’d stay on base or travel around the UK or Europe, but you were feeling homesick. A small town in Montana is where you call home and it's been almost two years since you had the chance to go back. You look over at John who’s still fast asleep. You bite the inside of your cheek. There’s no harm in asking right? You’ve been on plenty of trips with him before. The only difference was at least one other person was always around. This time it would just be the two of you. You purse your lips before letting air escape from your nostrils. Fuck it. The worst he could say is no, and even then that wouldn’t be so bad. Confident in your decision you curl up in the chair deciding to set an alarm just in case you fall asleep, but instead your mind wanders about all the different possibilities of this trip.

Before you know it your alarm is vibrating on the desk. You glance over to John before picking it up. He turns over, his hand dropping to the floor with a thud. He grunts running his other hand over his face before sitting up and looking over at you.

“Sleep well?” You ask standing up.

“It was good enough.” He never slept as well when you weren't near him, but he wouldn't admit it.

“I’m going to go grab some food if you want to come with me or I could bring you something back?”

“I was thinking we could go off base? I need a change of scenery.” He stands up and stretches, his shirt rides up slightly and you can’t help but stare. You realise what you're doing and shake your head. You then remember back to your proposal earlier. You’d ask during lunch.

“Sounds good. These grey walls do make me gloomy.” You joke walking out the door to head back to your room.

There's a cute little restaurant nestled in the outskirts of town. Vines of ivy adorn the building giving it a cozy feel, and on the inside the walls are filled with objects and photographs of families, celebrations and the annual foosball (or as your teammates would call it “table football”) champions. The floors creak as you walk to sit down in your usual spot. You smile up at the picture of John, Soap, Gaz and you grinning triumphantly with a little plastic trophy from the last time you were here.

“Feels like ages ago doesn’t it?” John smiles at you warmly.

“Yeah we should try to do it again at some point,” you look down at the menu even though you knew what you were getting. Now was a better time than any to ask, but why were you so nervous? You lick your lips putting your menu down,”Do you have any plans for leave?”

He shakes his head,”I was just going to go back home why?”

“I was thinking of heading back home myself, to the states. Thought you’d like to tag along this time. I could show you around, and if you really wanted to I could even take you to those touristy places. I’ve got ties to most of them so we might be able to see it without all the people.”

”I’d love that,” he grins, sipping his tea,”It’ll be interesting to see what the notorious Osprey did back in the day.”

See that wasn’t so bad.

The two of you continue talking and begin planning your trip. Before you leave you decide to go a round on the foosball table. Thankfully there isn't anyone in the room which you're grateful for. You can let loose for a bit.

You stand on your side of the table with your legs spread, knees bent and serious expression as you focus on the players. John smiles at the scene. He adores your competitiveness when it comes to these types of things.

"I know the stakes are high, but damn. You're going to bore a hole in the table before we even start." He laughs, placing the tiny ball in the middle of the table.

"I'm getting that cigar and there is no way you're getting into my sketchbook,"

They were silly stakes, but if you know John Price you know how important his cigars are to him. Your sketchbook was very dear to you. You brought it everywhere to capture moments and scenery. It was a way to ground yourself and remember the special moments, but no one was allowed to look at them.

"We'll see about that," he copies your stance with a smug grin.

You're the first to have the ball as you move from side to side trying to keep it. You make the shot and it gets clipped by one of John's players flinging it back to the middle.

You groan,"Oh come on."

He takes control of the ball as you're both yelling at the little players. After constantly going back and forth for about 15 minutes John scores. You swear under your breath.

"Best 2 out of 3?" You give him a toothy grin.

He put his hands on the ridge of the table leaning forward with a smug grin, "That'd mean doubling the stakes wouldn't it?"

"Ok, what do you want?" You cross your arms across your chest.

He leans back thinking. He smiles to himself before shaking his head, "I want you to take me fly fishing."

You drop your arms to your side chuckling, "I honestly thought you were going to put me on power washing duty or something,"

"I don't trust you or Soap with the power washer. Last time you both spent over an hour drawing in the concrete," he huffs shaking his head.

"We got it cleaned in the end didn't we?" You laugh, placing the ball back on the table,"Ok for my double or nothing, forget the cigar, if I win you have to shave your face," you grin with your hands behind your back.

He scoffs, running a hand over his beard,"No way. I'll give you a whole box of my cigars before I do that,"

"Oh come on, I thought you were confident in your foosball abilities?"

He pauses for a second,"You know, you're right. What am I worrying about?"

The table rattles as you both fling and twist the rods to take control of the ball. For a split second John glances at you taking in the scene. He loved little moments like these with you. It was like you were a different person. In the field you were cold and stern except when you were comforting someone, but here right now, you're relaxed and goofy and he loves every bit of it. He's thrown out of the trance when you start doing a little happy dance spinning around.

"Baby face Price here we come!"

He gives you a hearty laugh, "Don't get cocky now sweetheart. You just caught me off guard."

"Yeah sure sure. Whatever floats your boat Captain."

The next round lasts a little longer, but John manages to score the last shot.

"Ah I can't wait to see what masterpieces you keep hidden away," he smiled triumphantly.

You sneer trying to keep the smile off your face. You were secretly excited that he'd get to see your works. You just hope he likes them. You're bummed out that you wouldn't get to see the team's reaction when they saw their Captain without any facial hair though.

"Oh come on, cheer up. You'll have other opportunities. No one likes a sore loser," a mischievous grin grows on his face as he cautiously makes his way to you.

"Johnathan Price you better not," You point at him bracing yourself to make a run for it still trying to keep the smile off your face. He takes a bigger step than you anticipate and you yelp running to the other side of the room. It's a short chase, both of you laughing like a bunch of children before he cuts you off wrapping his arms around you tickling you. Oh how he loves hearing you giggle. It always warms his heart when he is graced with the sound.

Your giggles erupt from your chest as you flail your limbs trying to get him to stop.

He stops for a moment, "Forgot to ask, but do I need to get a can of worms for the fish too?" he grins, still holding you in his lap.

You roll your eyes laughing "No Neal you don't need worms, but be sure to bring sunscreen."

He raises his eyebrows, "Oh it's going to be that type of trip huh?"

You shove him laughing,"You're such an ass."

"Ouch right in the heart," He fains hurt making you roll your eyes again.

"Ah you'll live Captain," you joke leaning back away from him. You try to hide your grimace as you roll your shoulder.

"I completely forgot about your shoulder. Are you ok?"

You give a small laugh seeing how his expression did a 180 from mischievous to worried.

"Yes I'm ok, I did too honestly," you try to look at it.

He gently lifts the bandage,"Stitches still look good. Must have just irritated it," he gives you an apologetic smile.

"That's good. I'll take something for it tonight. Don't worry, I'll be alright." You stand up offering your hand, "Now what do you say we get out of here? It's karaoke night. Remember how much we love that?" You chuckle quietly remembering the time the two of you were drunk off your asses and decided to sing a duet to Elton John's "Don't Go Breaking My Heart."

He groans, "Oh god please let's get out of here before that starts." He takes your hand as he stands up, "We might have time to go to Knacker's. I haven't had any in ages."

"Can never say no to Knacker's."

The two of you walk hand in hand back to the truck. Neither of you want to let go, but you didn't want to admit it either. Once you reach Knacker's and get your custard you decide to take a stroll along the pier and down to the beach.

It was later in the evening now and the sun was starting to set. Some families were starting to pack up and others were enjoying the sunset. A stray football comes whizzing by, but John's quick thinking keeps it from going into the ocean. He smiles at the kid kicking it back. They pick it up with a grin and a 'thank you' as they run back to the group of kids playing. It was short and sweet, but seeing John with kids always made your heart flutter.

You find a place to sit and finish your custard. The sky was now a pinkish colour with hints of gold scattered across the sky.

"It's nice being able to just relax and be normal for a change you know?" You pulled your knees to your chest and rested your hands and chin on them.

"It is. Not very often we get to huh?"

He leans back on his hands, sighing.

It was silent for a bit before a thought came to your mind.

"Have you ever thought of retiring? From the military I mean."

"Not really. It's something I always thought I'd do until I can't. I would have liked to of settled down, but it's too late for that."

You look over at him with soft eyes, "I wouldn't say it's too late. You've still got time."

You see a distant flash of sadness in his eyes as he looks to the sky, but it quickly changes to that of a more joking expression to try and hide what he's really thinking,"I've got to find someone that can handle me," he nudges your shoulder playfully, "I can be quite the handful."

You laugh,"Oh I'm well aware of that trust me."

As the sun sets further below the horizon clouds begin to form and it starts to drizzle.

"I guess we should get going before the bottom falls out," you sigh.

John gives you a questioning and amused look, "Before what?"

"Before the bottom falls out?" You roll your eyes and laugh, "before it starts raining really hard."

"Between you and McTavish I can't keep up with your slang sometimes." He chuckles,"but I guess we should get going."

He stands up and offers his hand and you grab it hoisting yourself up. You make it to the truck to see that the parking lot is empty.

Before you get in you stop,"You know what I've always wanted to do?"

"What's that?"

"Dance in the rain. It's not lightning and no one's here." You grab your phone from your pocket and go to your dance playlist.

The rain is heavier now. Not too hard, but enough that your clothes are soaked. John leans against the hood of the truck and smiles in amusement and amazement at you watching as you dance around letting the music guide your movements. You look so free and happy.

He joins and the two of you dance and laugh until you accidentally bump into him almost making the two of you fall, but John catches you pulling you back to him. You're laughing hysterically while he's looking at you with a crinkle eye smile, "You're quite something you know that?"

It all felt so euphoric. All you can do is give him a dopey smile. It was then you realise how close he was to you and you can feel your cheeks heat up.

He looks at your lips and back up at you. He's about to lean down when a clap of thunder makes both of you jump back.

"I think that's our cue to get going." He internally curses at himself for suggesting it and losing his chance.

You chuckle as you nod and the both of you take off for the truck.

A cold shiver runs down your spine as the air comes on. You quickly turn the vent away from you and turn on the heated seat. You prop up against the window with your arm looking outside.

"Have you started packing yet?"

You look over at him, "Yeah I did last night. I still have a little bit to pack though. Why?"

"I have to talk with Laswell, but I do not want to spend another night on that God awful cot. Do you want to head back to my place after?"

"It would be nice to have an actual bed," You chuckle propping your elbow on the middle console, "I hope I'm dried by then because I'm about to freeze my ass off."

He chuckles, reaching behind him,"Take my jacket. It'll keep you warm."

You grab the jacket and put it on. The famous smell of cedar and cigars engulf you as you close your eyes and smile.

"Thank you."

"Don't take too much of a liking to it though. That's one of my favourites,"

"Mmm you're never getting this back. It's mine now," you tease, shrinking into your seat closing your eyes.

He chuckles, shaking his head. He admits he loves seeing you in his clothes. Something about it just made him feel so warm inside.

The ride back was quiet compared to on the way out. The silence was filled with the gentle patter of rain and the radio. John smiles over at you. Your hair was starting to curl up as it dried. Something you had complained about multiple times in the past, but he thought it was cute.

You're still asleep as you pull into base. John gently nudges you,"Alright Osprey, we're back."

You groan not wanting to move from the warm cocoon you had made yourself, but against your better judgement you open your eyes and take the jacket off placing it on the console for later. You hop out of the truck following John into the building.

"I'll come get you when I get out of the meeting with Laswell and then we can head out." He gives you a quick smile and you part ways as you head to your room to finish packing.

You decide to wait to change until you get to John's because you didn't want to have to change again so you instead opt to just add a beanie to tame your wild curls.

You swing your duffle bag over your good shoulder as you hear a knock at your door.

"Ready?"

You nod with a smile and follow him out to the truck. It's still pouring out so you have to make a run for the truck. Once inside you repeat your routine from earlier and curl up against the console.

As you get closer to his house he turns the radio down, "Have any idea what you want for dinner while we are out?"

"I've really been craving Chinese since we got back,"

"I know a great place. We'll get it to go and bring it home."

"Sounds like a plan. Can we please watch A River Runs Through It? I've been thinking about it all day," you say sheepishly. You've seen the movie at least a 1000 times, but it's easily your favourite movie because it reminds you of home.

"Yes we can." he laughs softly.

It didn't take long to order your food and head back to John's place. When you reach it you smile seeing the quaint little cottage that sat hidden away by the tall hedge fence and trees.

You have stayed here before many times, but never just you. You and Gaz usually stayed over after long missions, and others had been a couple of times. The whole 141 team had stayed after celebrating a little too much one night. There was only one guest room and the couch pulled into a bed, but everyone wanted the bed in the guest room. At one point all of you were piled in the guest room on the queen size bed which felt a lot smaller at the time. Soap was laid on top of Ghost and Gaz laid sprawled out over you and Ghost like a starfish. How you all managed to get a decent amount of sleep was beyond you.

"I'll get our bags and you get the food." The rain had picked up and you could barely see in front of you as you ran for the door behind John. Once inside you put the food on the counter and head down the hallway to the guest room to change. You take the beanie off ruffling your curly hair and decide to pull it into a high ponytail. You then change into one of your favourite hoodies and a pair of shorts and head back to the kitchen stopping by the washer to throw in your clothes and hang John's jacket up to dry.

"So when was the last time you were able to watch this movie?" He chuckles handing you your food as both head to the den.

"When I made y'all watch it actually. So about a year or two?" You sit on the couch cross legged eagerly waiting for the movie to start.

While watching the movie you point out little details and talk about how much Missoula had changed since the film came out. John loves watching movies with you because he loves hearing what is going on in your mind. He could tell how much this movie meant to you just by the way you talk about it.

As the ending credits roll you quickly wipe away stray tears that have managed to escape and try to cover them up, "I can take you to some of the spots they filmed at, but there may be quite a few people there this time of year. I know some secret spots too so either way we can enjoy ourselves."

"Wherever you go I'll follow." He gives you that signature smile.

You return it and yawn, "I think I'm going to turn in for the night," you pat his leg and stand up stretching, "I've had a lot of fun today though. Thank you for letting me goof around for a bit. I really needed that."

"Anytime, we all need to let loose sometimes." He gives you a warm smile.

You say your goodnights and head to the kitchen to throw your trash away before heading to bed.

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You wake up in a cold sweat panting as you frantically look around the room trying to figure out where you were. You lean back against the headboard and close your eyes to breathe, but all you see are their lifeless bodies. Those who you couldn't save. This last mission had really taken a toll on you as much as you hated to admit it. You understood you couldn't save everyone, but that didn't make it any easier when it happened. You wipe your hand over your face trying to hold back the tears and slide out of bed. You notice your shoulder is sticky and you touch it seeing your finger turn red.

"Oh fuckin' hell of course." You mumble to yourself sniffling as the tears are threatening to spill over. You walk over to your bag to grab your med kit and head to the bathroom. You shut the door and hop on the sink after turning on the light. A few of your stitches had broken and they needed to be fixed. You've had to do this many times, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt like hell. You bite the inside of your lip concentrating on the stitching instead of the pain. You hit a particularly sensitive area that made you flinch and hit your head on the medicine cabinet making you exclaim a rather loud,"fuck."

You hear footsteps as you're finishing up the last couple of stitches and a knock at the door, "You okay in there?"

"Yeah I'm fine," Your voice was shaky and not very convincing. You finish off and go to bite the thread as the door opens.

You freeze. Your teeth are still on the thread. You must look ridiculous right now perched up on the sink like this, eyes bloodshot, hair in disarray.

"Wren, what the hell are you doing?" He very rarely used your real name, but when he did it usually meant he was concerned.

You laugh nervously and then bite the thread, "My stitches broke and I needed to fix them."

"What happened?" He reaches out to you but you flinch away. That's all he needs, to know exactly what happened, "You saw them again didn't you?" He spoke so softly as if any loud noises would scare you away. You just nod and the tears start falling as you start to shake. He gently wraps his arms around you and you cling to his shirt sobbing. It breaks John's heart seeing you like this. He wants nothing more than to take away all your nightmares and fears.

"Shh it's alright love, you're ok." He strokes your hair placing a soft kiss on the top of your head.

You don't know how long you stay like that, but you're finally able to breathe again, "Thank you," Your voice barely audible as you pull back to look at him, "I'm sorry about your shirt by the way." You are eye level with him, something you're not used to.

"It's perfectly fine," he whispers chuckling, "Do you want to try to get some sleep?"

You nod and he helps you down. You feel so small behind him, his tall frame towering over you shielding you from anything that would come your way. You head back to your room with John and crawl up on the bed sitting up against the headboard. You didn't want to go to sleep just yet. You're too afraid of what you'll see.

John sits down on the edge of the bed and gently grabs your hand pulling you from your thoughts, "Do you want to talk about it?"

You shake your head, "There's not really much to talk about. It's the same thing over and over again. I'm just standing there watching..." you trail off not wanting to continue.

"But you didn't just stand there when it actually happened did you?" He takes your face into his hands. They're warm and rough, but gentle at the same time, "No, you fought and gave everything you had to try and save them. It's not your fault. Nobody blames you for what happened."

You lean into his touch and close your eyes as a few tears escape, "Thank you John. That means a lot coming from you."

He leans forward and places a soft kiss on your forehead, "I don't like seeing you so beside yourself like this. You know you can come to me if you ever need someone to listen."

"I know. I appreciate you saying that." You give him a small smile.

He stands up, but you instinctively grab his arm to stop him.

"Please don't go," you responded quietly.

He looks at you with soft eyes, "I'm just going to turn the lamp off." His voice was so soft it made you feel safe and at ease.

You let him go and he walks over to turn off the lamp and then climbs on the other side of the bed. You scoot over to him and lay your head on his chest. He wraps his arm around you as you feel yourself drifting off to sleep to the sweet sound of his heart beat.

'We're just friends right?' You both think to yourselves.

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inkyquince · 2 years

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SNAKE EYES Remy x PC x Wren

This was a commission from our beloved Lurker anon! Features Monster AU!Remy and Wren, as a Naga and Trickster respectively. AFAB Reader with GN pronouns used.

content warning. blood play, kidnapping, noncon turned dubcon but the reader is having a lot of fun. Biting, oviposition, Wren is a complete dick but we love him for it. 10K words.

The sun beat down on the fields, making sweat bead on your neck and brow, the moisture dripping down and hitting the dry soil as you worked on pulling the weeds up. Your shirt stuck to your back unpleasantly and you could hear the distant sounds of the cattle, lazing about or gathered by the troughs to dunk their snouts into the water. You felt gross, dust coating your skin and the humidity of the day making everything feel swampy, as if you were on the Moors.

Just the thought of the vast expanse had you eyeing the sky, looking for the huge circling bird that had snatched you up before. Once, just the thought of seeing those huge beating wings would have struck fear into your heart, but after finding out it was somewhat harmless, lonely, you began to appreciate him. At least he was open about being what he was.

A whistle sounded and you glanced at the cottage you shared with Alex in the distance. A figure, hazy by the sweltering heat, was waving for you to come over. Your gait was slow, sore, and when you arrived at the house, Alex had already retreated back inside, into the nice cool air brought on by the cold cloths laid over the rickety fans he brought down.

“Took you long enough.” Alex said, spitting out water from where he was dunking his head in the sink, cold water running to wet his hair. He looked like one of those wet dogs that had just found the joys of a running hosepipe.

“Yeah, yeah.” You swung open the fridge to grab a cold drink, pressing the can against the back of your neck before switching it to your forehead. “What did you want?”

“What, can’t even hang out with my buddy?” Alex lifted his head from the sink, water streaming from the strands of his hair, eyes twinkling behind the darkened strands.

Alex certainly was not your first choice in employment, long hours with dismal pay, but he was the safest out of everyone else. You were sure he didn’t know exactly how safe he was in comparison.

“Just a warning, I gotta be in town overnight.” Alex continued on at your small smile, pushing his messy, wet hair back.

“What, tonight?”

“Yeah, family thing. Probably best if you also head back with me, y’know?” Alex said, his tone forced to be light and airy.

“… Why?” You stared at him.

“I…” He struggled to find his words before sighing, expression strangely stricken for the upbeat farmer. “I just think… It might not be safe, staying here all alone. Y’know? What if Remy attacks and I’m not here?”

“What if he attacks and no one is here? Think of the damage to the farm!”

“Yeah, but if you’re here all alone, you could get hurt.” Alex said firmly, small blush dusting his tanned cheeks.

You felt a bit stunned, the thought that he was more worried about you getting injured over the farm, his family legacy, being ruined and needing to be fixed up all over again. You two awkwardly let the sentence hang before you shrug.

“I don’t really want to head back to the orphanage. I’d prefer to stay here, Alex. I’ll be fine, I mean it.”

The farmer scrunched his nose and gave you a long, lingering look before sighing and shrugging as well.

“Can’t force you out. Just don’t… Don’t do anything stupid. Head to town if it gets dangerous out there.” His face filled with dismay as you didn’t respond, your stance of setting a single foot back there clear.

You hummed a vague answer and took the chance for a break inside the house, Alex heading upstairs to pack his overnight bag. You leaned against the counter, basking in the cool air. No, Alex would never understand your reluctance to return to town. He only thought it was because of the orphanage, your caretaker being a cold-blooded bastard, the wandering hands and looks, but it stopped being just that a long time ago. You had hoped he also saw what you did, but the last time you two met his adversary, it was clear he didn’t.

Glancing out the window, at the sun beaten fields, you sighed and decided to call it a day. You and Alex normally worked till dusk, sharing a meal before bed, but the heat had drained you fully. You were sweaty, dirty and you could enjoy the evening just for yourself. You had nothing against Alex, but sometimes, you needed proper privacy, which was hard, given the shared shower, the shared work and living space. Hell, the two of you shared a wall. Alex probably wanted to share far more, but you were unsure. Just one wrong comment, one confession about what fuelled the nightmares that scared you awake, and he’d give you that same look the others had. Pity, worry, maybe a bit nervous about your mental state.

No, this was better. Distance. Even if it hurts.

You had managed to take a quick shower, just in time to watch Alex head with his bag towards an idling car. You could make out his mother, waving fondly at you and you returned the gesture with a weak smile. Alex shouted a farewell as he got in and you watched the car pull out, kicking up dust clouds as it pulled out into the main road back to town.

You hoped they stayed safe. With that, you headed back inside, still wiping off the water from the shower, clothes sticking to you again but now in a refreshing way.

As you poked around for food to make, scrunching your nose at an ancient chocolate egg right at the back of the cupboard, your thoughts lingered on the town. Dread prickled the inside of your stomach. The farm felt different without Alex. Like how the hospital felt different at night. Or the entire town. The safety of his warmness was gone, and everything felt just a bit off without him. It was strange. You didn’t used to depend on him like this. The farm always felt safe, spending hours outside working, even feeling safe enough to work during the night sometimes. You were able to wander, without making sure to keep him in your peripherals, without asking him sheepishly to keep a whistle on him to alert you, which just turned into him using it to get your attention for anything.

Remembering the day your happy little bubble burst still made you shiver, and you struggled to put it out of your thoughts. It crept in the back of your mind, lurking.

You didn’t see him first. You heard him.

Not his horse. Him.

The fellow farmer made his way towards you and Alex, hat pulled low over his face to protect himself from sunburn, his kerchief pulled up over his nose. The horse spooked you, not as much as the man himself, but still. There was something dead eyed about it, like it had gotten used to a daily hell.

You didn’t know what the sound coming from him was. To this day, you were unsure. It was… Like if two pieces of leather gliding against each other. But more metallic. Something smoother. Whatever it was, it made the hair on your arms stand up as he dismounted, patting the horse briefly before turning to the two of you. Cold eyes immediately landed on you before dragging to Alex.

The farmhand was on edge, but not for the same reason you were. You had so hoped he was able to see what you could, but apparently not. You could tell from the way he raved and ranted about Remy later that night, a beer bottle threatening to spill as he gestured with it. Called him an asshole who took whatever he wanted, that underhanded prick. Which was true, but as you sat there, your stomach sank, knowing Remy was worse than Alex could ever comprehend and worst of all, you would never be able to tell him.

Bailey was the same. Telling Robin he was a monster had her agreeing, but when you insisted on it, she worriedly asked if you needed a lie down. Same with Briar. Same with Harper. Same with Leighton. No one you tried to tell took you seriously. They would laugh and agree but if you dared to go any further, they’d eye you with a newfound nervousness. The kind of look that landed you in Harper’s little playpen for a while, the doctor staring at you with hunger, murmuring about your clever little eyes. The hospital had made everything warp in your head, which was worse. You could always count on yourself, but on certain days in the chilly room, with the bare mattress uncomfortable at your back, you struggled to recall months at a time, even though your tally by your head proved that you were only in there for two weeks at that point. But could you even trust that now? It felt as if everytime you blinked, only seconds had gone by, but according to the changing scenery outside your window, it was months. Finding new marks on your body, whips lashes across your thighs, bruises dotted all over your throat, weird puncture wounds, you finally broke in that hospital.

And Harper “fixed you”. You still had months missing and felt strangely floaty, but you were released after a few more weeks. You bade him farewell with a smile but when the van dropped you off in front of the orphanage, you simply turned left, down the street and walked. You walked and walked until you hit the main road, dropping your “medication” pill by pill as you went.

So, weeks later, you still refused to take a step closer to the town, happily helping Alex in the farmlands. Safe from the monsters that looked at you hungrily, strange eyes blinking wrong and teeth glinting in the light. All for naught now. You had a home finally, and Remy threatened the safety of it. So, as you stared at your dinner you made, picking at it, you resolved to go back over there, despite the last time you did, you swore to never step foot on the estate again.

The estate had scared you. Playing card games with Wren did nothing to stop the feeling that eyes were on you, the walls, the windows, even the cards felt like they were watching your every move, ready for you to fail. The fires did deter the sabotage attempts for a few days but unless you did something extreme, this hellish ouroboros situation would continue. Unless…

Unless the fire spread to the actual estate, not just the fields. Remy’s hideout would be gone and he’d need to leave, or rebuild.

Sweat prickled at your palms and you felt sick, a chill settling over you. Maybe Doctor Harper was right, and you had finally gone crazy. Seriously considering arson? Just because a man made you uneasy?

You stood, feeling queasy. Tucking the dinner back into the fridge, you stood and went upstairs, each creak of the wood making the hair on your arms stand up. The paranoia was now so great, you felt as if the panelling of the walls had warped as you ascended, the wood patterns forming into insidious eyes, staring at your every move.

“Pull yourself together, idiot.” You muttered to yourself, palms itching and sweating despite your whispers to yourself.

Yes, do.

You paused on the landing, carpet struggling to muffle the creak of the wood. The whisper had come and gone, tickling the shell of your ear. You knew the windows could never close all the way, because of how old and rickety they were, so the whistling of the wind never quietened, not once, but… This wasn’t that. It was soft, warm, as if teasing you.

“Alex? Did you forget something?” You shakily called out, knowing it was futile.

There was no sheepish shout back, Alex tripping over himself in embarrassment to grab something he forgot, his ears blushing red. Just the quiet whistling of the wind against the windows, the cattle outside, and your own thudding heart.

A few months earlier, you would have blamed the medication, even deluded yourself into believing it was the wind, or just a stray thought of your own. But not now. All that remained of your self doubt had been long since crushed into the tarmac of the road, chalky residue no one would ever look twice at.

… Maybe setting fire to the estate was a solid idea after all.

Feeling the sanest you have in a long while, you continued into your room, tugging on the clothes you reserved for the nights Remy’s men would prowl the tree line, the smell of smoke never leaving the fabric now matter how many times you washed them. A creeping, gleeful mania curled in your stomach, the adrenaline surpassing your initial doubt.

The gasoline was easy to find. Alex used to burn the foliage from when the two of you were clearing the fields, it was just easier to get rid of it that way. The two containers were still about half way filled, the liquid making a low bassy noise as it swished inside.

The hike to the estate wasn’t pretty. Dragging the two containers the distance was a sticky job, the weight having made your fingers go numb by the time you got halfway. Sweat crept down your nape, making your dark clothes stick to your skin. Walking in the dark meant you stumbled a lot, twisting your ankle or nearly falling off the overgrown path sometimes. You had stuck your lighter in your pocket and you were tempted to take it out just to light your way, but you neither wanted to stick a flaming lighter between your teeth to light your way, probably setting your nose on fire, or have an open flame near the two canisters, paranoia whispering that the dripping you could hear was from the plastic eroding. It meant that not only your shoes were stained with the liquid, but the trail might light up the entire path back to the farm. You had to keep shaking the thought off, needing to just get to the estate before dealing with anything else.

Before too long, the estate loomed ahead, with a few lights still on, with lanterns bobbing in the distance around the enclosed paddock.You stopped walking as you reached the crest of the hill just beside the estate and you took a moment to survey the manor. A shiver ran up your spine at the sight of it. The sight of the big house always made you feel slightly nauseous. Or maybe it was your empathy for the people brainwashed into their current predicament, the taste of grass tinging your tongue as you watched them be herded back into the barn.

Setting the two canisters down on the damp dirt, you patted your pockets for the lighter. Empty. You froze up, hands shaking against your filthy jeans before desperately turning out your pockets, wildly checking all pockets, even the nonfunctional ones sewed shut.

“Shit.” You whispered, the beads of sweat trailing against your temples now ice cold against your skin.

You dropped to your knees, patting the ground around you, hoping it only recently fell out of your pocket, desperately wishing to feel the metal casing among the rotting leaves and dead grass. Blinded by panic, your movements grew wilder, raking your fingers through the dirt, whispering profanities to yourself.

Suddenly, while grasping at the dirt, you reached too far and smacked the canister with the back of your hand, making it wobble precariously on the mound of dirt.

“Shit, no!”

You lunged forward, hoping to grab it before it upended, but in your panic, you leaned too far, losing your balance, the muck shifting. Both you and the container toppled, the dirt giving away and sending you both skidding down the hill. The fall was steep and the ground too wet to use your palms to slow your descent. Twigs and loose branches of the shrubs and trees scratched your face, loose pebbles scratching your fingers as you scrabbled at them. Luckily, despite all the forest debris, the soft ground meant you didn’t break anything when you finally rolled to a stop at the bottom. The canister wasn’t so lucky, leaking out from where it had impacted a rock, the heady fumes gathering in the air quickly.

You spat out whatever dirt got into your mouth and shakily glanced back up, where the other container still stood, unbothered by the tumble that its two companions just took. With a grumble you patted your legs and arms, making sure the worst injury you had were just bruises and a few scrapes. Your spine felt tender, with your fingers scruffed and cut up. You could feel something oozing down your temple, no longer ice cold sweat, but something hot and sticky. Shakily you raised your hand to touch the liquid-

“Nuh uh.”

A voice startled you and you jerked to look over your shoulder only for a black baton swinging down on you to be the last thing you saw before it knocked you unconscious.

—

Your mouth tasted like cotton balls was your first thought. Your tongue felt dry, and wearily rubbing your lips together did nothing to make the taste dissipate.

You always felt… Cold.

Your eyes shot open, the familiar feeling of the chilling wind against your bare body reminiscent of waking up at the farm house with your bedsheets on the floor, nights at the brothel, even the asylum. You scrambled upright, yanking your legs up to cover your bare torso but metal cuffs bit into your feet.

Disconcerted, you sat up, blinking at the restraints around your ankles, connected to a metal loop cemented into the floor. You yanked at the chain weakly before giving up when it reopened the deeper scratches on your fingers. Looking around, you were… In a pen… A cattle pen…

“Fuck.” You whispered.

A loud smack against your pen walls made you freeze up, the farmhand giving you an ugly look at your swearing as she patrolled. She walked past after a moment, revealing the rest of the barn to you, to the people moseying about on their hands and knees, just as naked as you. Dread pooled in your stomach as you watched them, doe eyed and mooing at each other softly, some napping as others blinked at the patrolling farmhands, cocks and tits leaking milk as they pressed themselves against the wood.

Trying to get their attention did nothing, just had them blink and smile at you. Talking was also out. When you weren’t being shouted at for it by the farmhands, with the butts of their prongs smacked against your enclosure door, you only either got dumb or nervous looks. You eventually gave up and tried to get comfortable, despite the clunky restraints around your ankles making it hard to move.

Hours later, as dawn slowly crept into the barn, farmhands began letting the cattle out, urging them along by nudging them with their dirty boots if they were too drowsy to move. Fear built as they got closer and closer to you. This is how it starts. Being forced into the paddock, only being able to eat grass, sprouting a tail and cow ears and being.. .Being used. You tried to scramble away as they paused at your door, but couldn’t move an inch. The farmhand leered at your naked body but didn’t come in to let you out with the rest of the cattle, instead moving on. You weren’t… Going to…

You were left alone in the barn as everyone else was cleared out. The silence was intolerable, making you wish for the moos and sighs back instead of the monotonous nothing.

No one came back in the barn, even to check on you. The cows were herded in and out, but you were left alone for days. Farmhands would spray you with a hosepipe to make sure you never got too filthy, refreshing your bucket of oats they dumped into your pen on the first night. You almost wished that they were going to turn you, just to not have to keep staring at these four walls. Was this how they made the cattle so obedient? Isolate them until they begged to go outside, crawl around and eat grass? As you struggled chewing on the oats, the food clumping together in your mouth, you wondered if Alex was back yet. Was he worried? Or did he think you had left him of your own accord? Or did something make him forget you. Alex wouldn’t abandon you, would he?

With that thought churning just as unpleasantly as the oats in your belly, you lay down to sleep for another night. You struggled to fall any deeper into unconsciousness than a light doze, your eyes opening for a few seconds during the night but not waking up entirely. Your half asleep brain saw strange people gathering, looking at the cows in their pens. Whispering softly so as not to wake anyone. As you drifted back under, one of the farm hands, one you never saw before leaned against the walls of your enclosure, brilliant white teeth glinting in the low lamp light as low sounds of a tussle erupted behind him.

The sun wasn’t what woke you this morning. Nor was it the birds usual singing, now silent. It was the heartbroken moos, the pained noises coming from the pens surrounding you. That and the overwhelming smell of copper, blanketing the entire barn in its stench.

It was hard to see, even using your arms to drag yourself forward on your belly to look out from the gaps in your gate. Farmhands paced and smacked rowdier members of the cattle but didn’t let anyone out. The noises quietened eventually, just choked noises of distress piquing up every now and then. Once it was all quiet, the others, as per, were let out into the fields. That’s when you could see.

The pen a little way down from your on the opposite side, usually home to a particularly beefy person, was empty. Puddles of dried blood pooled on the floor leading out, sticking dirt and straw together, footprints stamped into the muck. Your stomach flipped unpleasantly and you rolled onto your back, staring at the roof. Squeezing your eyes shut did nothing, the darkness of your eyelids projecting the scene more vibrantly than you could bear. Even as the farmhands returned, muttering and throwing pails of water to dissolve the dried mess, the realisation that the bloodied sight had brought on couldn’t be as easily washed away, trickling into the sewer grate built into the cement of the floor.

How could you have been so stupid. These cows weren’t fed and bred for milk. They were food.

And an insistent part of you wouldn’t stay quiet, nagging at you that what they were feeding was not the people of the town.

“Why the frown, sunshine?” A chuckle jerked you out of your horrified trance, loosening the grip your thoughts had on you.

You opened your eyes and blinked at the person leaning over the walls of your enclosure. Wren… Wren?

“Wren!” You sat upright, suddenly aware of your nudity, caring for the first time in days.

“Hey, sweet thing.” The smuggler rolled a cigarette between his fingers, twinkling eyes never leaving your flushed face. “Fancy meeting you here.”

Your initial elation at the sight of him faded just as quickly as it came and your smile dropped.

“Wren, please, help get me out, they’re going to kill me!” Your voice came out high and panicky and you quickly glanced around him, only for the cleaning farmhands to be gone altogether.

He blinked at you, a strange amused smile pulling at his lips. Tucking the cigarette into the curve of his bottom lip, he pulled out a lighter from his pocket, flicked it a few times before lighting it. The battered casing looked… Familiar-

“I would if I could.” Wren shrugged, snapping the lighter back shut and exhaling smoke slowly. “But doll, my employer ain’t so nuts about your lil arson antics.”

You gaped at him before gritting your teeth and jutting your chin out in defiance.

“Which ones? I feel like that bastard would love to know about the ones you helped with.” You said angrily.

The smuggler just looked at you, eyes twinkling with mirth, turning over the lighter with his fingers steadily.

“Got me there, I guess.” He finally shrugged, straightening up. “Tell you what… We play a round, I win, you stay, you win, I get you out of the barn.”

“Wren!” You struggled not to let his name escape in a panicked shout. “This is my life on the line!”

“So you don’t wanna play? Fine by me. Gonna miss ya, sweetheart.” Wren exhaled and turned away.

“Wait! Okay, okay! Fine, get the stupid cards out.”

The smuggler grinned around his cigarette before turning back towards you, gleefully hopping over the gate into your pen. Sinking down onto the floor with his legs crossed, he routed around in his pockets, tossing out random sweets, the lighter, your underwear from the last time you played Blackjack with him, a weird broken off fang before yanking out a dirty drawstring pouch. Wren upturned it and shook, four dice clattering out and onto the floor. You had never seen him play with these before. They looked to be made out of wood but you couldn’t be sure.

“No cards this time.” Wren tossed the pouch over his shoulder without a care, instead scooping the dice into his palm. “We’re gonna play one round of dice. Less hassle, y’know?”

“Wait, no, I don’t know how to play!”

“Then just roll the dice.” Wren set two of them down in front of you and rubbed his own against his shirt.

You didn’t pick them up, shifting nervously. Dread pricked your skin, the downy hair of your arms standing straight up in the chilled air of the barn. You always regarded Wren as someone who would be on your side, having helped you numerous times before, as long as you made it fun. So you shouldn’t be as surprised as you are now really. But Wren never actually left you in certain danger like he was willing to do right now. Stupid of you to expect anything different, you guessed.

“What, don’t trust me?” Wren grinned, as if able to read your emotions easily. “I like you, darlin’. Believe me, I’ll tell ya if you win.”

His grin and your gut objected to that sentiment. Nevertheless, you picked up the dice.

Wren winked at you before rolling the pair in cupped in his palm, the quiet clicking filling the barn, louder than they ever should be. The smuggler finally dropped them straight from his palm, letting them bounce on the ground. Their little faces stared up at you. A seven and a nine. That was… A good score, presumably?

He nodded to himself, before nudging you with his boot.

“Shake that money maker.”

You stared at him.

“Your hand, sweetheart. Word gets around, y’know.” Wren grinned.

“Shut up.” You muttered and weakly rolled the dice in your palm, the sound far more subdued that it had been for him. Sweat gathered in your palm, too aware that your life hung in the balance.

You quickly turned over your hand to let them fall, just like Wren did. The damp of your palm made one stick to your skin a moment longer before gravity freed it anyway. They hit the ground like a rock.

Two ones. Snake eyes.

You didn’t know much about dice, but you never heard that phrase used in a positive light. The two black dots stared at you and you shut your eyes, stomach twisting. Wren gave a low whistle that ended with a soft laugh.

“Time to collect your earnings, I guess.”

“Huh?” You opened your eyes, staring at him.

“Ya won.” Wren got to his feet, tucking his little treasures back into his pockets, patting at them before turning his gaze back to you. “So, let’s scoot.”

“What?” You didn’t dare believe him.

“Me. You. Leaving. Maybe getting a milkshake.”

Still stunned, you didn’t move as the smuggler leaned over the gate and pawed at something on the opposite side of your pen walls before pulling back to reveal a large ring of keys. The bastards had kept your salvation on the other side of your enclosure! Stupidly close if you hadn’t been chained down by your feet. Wren deftly unlocked the cuffs around your ankles and grasped your forearms, pulling you up onto your feet.

You sway slightly, unused to standing up after so many days being forced to sit on the floor. As you get your balance again, the pins and needles slowly fading, Wren shrugged off his coat and draped it over your shoulders, the bottom ending around your thighs. You tugged it closer around you and you shot him a grateful smile.

“Time to scoot.” Wren returned the gesture, slipping his gloved hand into yours and opening the gate with one of the keys.

He led you through the barn, gingerly stepping over the watered down blood stains and through the large doors leading out. You hadn’t realised how much time had passed from when the cattle was first let out, a gentle twilight setting over the estate. Farmhands were too focused on the cows milling about to give you and Wren any attention, as the two of you snuck away, his hand never leaving yours.

You froze up as he neared the manor, instead of heading out through the trees surrounding the property. Wren glanced back at you, just a few steps away from the double doors leading in.

“Why-”

“Sweetheart, they’re gonna comb the area when they realise you’re missing. Which imbecile would escape through the house, huh?” Wren tugged on your hand before you finally trotted after him again, the window blowing the coat up around your thighs.

The inside of the manor wasn’t any warmer than the outside. The ceiling lights were strange, nearly baking you with heat as you passed underneath them, with everywhere else tinged with cold. Wren didn’t seem to notice the change of temperature everytime you passed one, heading from the backdoors, through a coat room, down a hallway before arriving at what must be the ostentatious front doors, looming tall above the two of you.

“Wren… I… I cannot thank you enough.” You squeezed his hand, your other reaching out to rest on the frigid metal handles.

“Hey…” Wren’s voice was quiet, strangely sincere. “You didn’t think I would leave you back there, did you?”

Your cheeks flushed and you stared at the floor, guilt churning in your chest.

“Look at me, baby.” His finger tilted your chin up, up until your eyes met his, warm brown and…

You couldn’t move.

Not even a flick of your finger. Frozen in place as Wren gazed directly into your eyes.

“I wasn’t gonna leave ya out there.” His lips curved into a grin, sharper than the ones you expected from him. “Not when it's comfier inside.”

… Oh.

Wren was one of them.

“Now.” The smuggler sighed, letting go of your chin and dropping his hands to your waist. “It’s been too long since you gave me some lovin’, huh?”

His eyes swirled like a kaleidoscope as he leaned in, pressing his lips to your ear.

“Been dyin’ to fuck you on Mister Remy’s bed for ages.”

Wren guided your frozen hand to his crotch, erection tented against his trousers.

“Feel that? So cruel to leave me with blue balls for so long.”

Using the hand he was still holding, he began to guide you towards the staircase, humming as the lamps began to sway by themselves. You stumbled over the carpeted stairs, feeling like a puppet being yanked about by a puppeteer as you both headed to the landing. Wren kept looking over his shoulder at you, shooting you a greedy smirk as he led you along, only stopping at an ornate door.

“Don’t mind the mess. He’s pissy.” He shrugged before turning the handle.

Wren let the door slowly shiver open, revealing a nearly pitch black room. Warmth hit you all at once, relaxing your shoulders as the smuggler glanced around before tugging you inside. You almost tripped over something heavy at your foot, scrambling to get your footing. He just snickered and yanked you deeper in. You hadn’t been able to see, but there was something taking up the entirety of the flooring. Cool, and slippery. Your lack of balance wasn’t aided by Wren easily climbing over the obstacles, pulling you towards the king sized bed with rumpled sheets. Your feet kept slipping over the cold, dry surfaces.

Finally you were pushed onto the bed, bouncing a bit. You felt something crinkle underneath you, cracking like crinkled paper.

“Whoopsie. He didn’t clean up after himself.” Wren scrunched his nose before rolling you on your side, yanking the material out from under you before letting you rest back on your back.

Your eyes flicked to…

He…

Wren was holding up a huge piece of shedded snake skin. Opaque, almost parchment like in appearance, and double your width. Your breath quickened in panic. You didn’t know what any of the people in town actually were, just that they were… Wrong. But you… Never expected… Something like… Like…

“This,” Wren sighed. “This is why I told him not to fire the maids.”

He tossed the limp skin to the side, wiping his broad hands on his thighs as if to get rid of the feeling. His smile returned as he gazed down at you, drifting a finger over your cheek before dropping to the coat you still had on.

“As cute as you are in my stuff… I’ve missed those tits.” Wren gripped the shoulders of the garment and yanked it straight off, revealing your bare body to the room. “Anyway, Remy really didn’t believe me when I said you had the cutest cunt I’d ever seen.”

You were fighting to get feeling back in your body as panic gripped your heart. Nothing was making sense, not the snake skin, not the way he was talking, both about Remy, nor about when he claimed to have seen you entirely naked. You never slept with him, you knew that, only once did you hand over your underwear during a game, but hid your cunt with your shirt until you won. Wren patted your cheek again, blind to your turmoil. before unzipping his trousers and fishing his erect cock out of his scuffed jeans, the tip already leaking thickly. Precum droplets hit your bare thighs as he fiddled with his shirt, tossing the fabric to the side to reveal his bare chest. You exhaled shakily, catching Wren’s attention, cock bobbing with his movements. His eyes dragged over your body appreciatively before humming softly.

“Sorry, darling, forgot.” He tilted his head and snapped his fingers. “I know you’re a fantastic fuck and I really ain’t in the mood to ruin you on my cock while you lie there like a mannequin.”

You could move again! You swung your leg upwards to kick Wren in the cock and make your escape when…

Your leg swung up, over his hips, pulling him closer.

“Eager.” You were nose to nose with the smuggler, his cool breath tickling your skin.

His cock throbbed against your bare cunt, still dribbling pre-cum, almost at an inhuman rate.

You wanted to hit him, smack him, scream at him for doing this to you, but your movements weren’t your own. You wound your arms around his neck, whining softly as he idly rutted against your lips, leaning down to press his lips against yours with a sigh.

His cockhead rutting against your clit had you rocking against him, anger draining far too soon, only to be replaced with the hazy lust you knew too well from losing blackjack nights and once in a blue moon at the brothel.

Despite the two of you just sloppily grinding against each other, you felt your orgasm building far, far too soon. Whatever Wren had done to you had your brain fuzzy, your body overly sensitive to his touches.

“God, missed this hole.” Wren broke away to admire your cunt, running his thumb over your clit before spitting on your opening.

You just bucked your hips and sighed happily, your fingers gripping his belt loops to drag him in closer again. The smuggler slowly pressed into you, his cockhead making more than enough lube to slip into you with ease. You arched your back, feeling his erection throb inside of you, tightening your legs around his hips.

“Fuck.” Wren sighed as he bottomed out inside of you, cockhead dragging against your walls.

Instead of laying back on top of you, caging you between his arms, he gripped your hips as he fell back into a seated position, dragging you up onto his lap.

“I always liked you best like this, all naked on my lap.”

Your arms tightened around his neck as his cock nudged deeper inside you than before, pleasure thrumming through your body. Sloppily rocking on his dick, your eyes struggled to focus on any one thing in the room. All that existed was Wren’s soft hair trapped under your arms, his hungrily thrusts upwards, into you, his bare skin against yours as his chest hair lightly tickled you.

You would have been utterly lost in the pleasure if something moving out the corner of your eye grabbed your attention. Moan cut off, you looked to your right, eyes adjusting to the dark.

The strange mound covering the floor shifted as you fought to figure out what the shadows in the room really were. Wren continued to moan as he enjoyed your cunt, fingers digging into your ass, his magic struggling to pull you back into the blanket of pleasure he had you in.

“W-Wren.” You gasped out, and the mound shifted again.

… Fuck. The strange heap wasn’t.. It…

A snake tail. Long, thick, and winding through the entirety of the room, you had climbed over it with Wren to get to the bed. The bed with… The shedded snake skin.

“Wren!” You whimpered and the smuggler paused in his thrusts, settling into just rocking you on his cock.

“Don’t be so scared, buttercup. He likes to watch.” Wren sucked a love mark into your shoulder with a sigh.

Your heart thudded in your chest as your eyes followed the glossy black and green iridescent scales, growing thicker and thicker until they stopped at someone’s hips. Tanned with a prominent v-line. A taut stomach, a broad chest, strong shoulders…

Remy gazed at you from where he relaxed in his own coils. A small smirk played on his lips as he watched your eyes widen in horror and try to pull away from Wren’s embrace. The smuggler gently shushed your noises of terror as you tried to scramble away to no avail, his strong arms refusing to let go of you.

“Skittish little thing.” Remy finally spoke, cold eyes never leaving yours. “You were so fearless the last time you were here.”

He… He knew you were the one who set the fires? How-

“He ain’t talkin’ about that, sweetheart.” Wren murmured against your ear. “Remy talking about when the good doctor handed you over. Thought your therapy would improve if you had nothing on the mind but grass and cock. To be fair, it looked like it worked.”

Panic forced all the breath from your lungs as you became utterly light headed.

Therapy… Harper.. Handed over..? Your missing memories, were you here? The whip marks, the taste of grass on your tongue that you thought was empathy? How-

Wren started up his brutal pace again, bouncing you on his cock with gusto. Remy shifted in his coils, finally coming closer, the entire room fluctuating all at once as his coils tightened with his movements.

“God, you were cute.” Wren sighed, relaxing from his upright position, instead laying on his back, grabbing at your shins to make sure to keep you rocking on his leaking cock, pre-cum dribbling out of you and over his stomach. “You loved it when I grabbed your horns and held you down to fuck you. Those cute brain dead moo’s, god, Remy was so pissed he couldn’t fuck you, weren’t you?”

Remy finally was close enough to the bed, gripping the sheets by Wren’s head as his eyes trained on your cunt greedily swallowing his cock with every thrust. He just scowled at his mate’s teasing and leaned over, brushing his sharpened nails over your pubic area.

“Believe me,” Remy murmured, frigid eyes meeting yours once more. “I'd have ruined you worse than Wren ever could.”

Wren chuckled and raised his head to press a kiss to Remy’s jaw. You helplessly scrabbled at the smuggler’s stomach as your pussy was ruthlessly fucked, fear and pleasure warping togther and making you dizzy.

“Restraint, babe.” Wren sighed, one of his hands drifted up to squeeze your breast. “You wouldn’t have let them waddle back like that. Not with all those eggs you’ve been saving for them.”

You froze up, nails digging into the blond’s stomach in horror, as he arched his back and swore.

“Fuck, they got tighter. Like that thought, sweetheart? Being our lil breeding bitch? You get to carry his eggs, babe, ain’t that nice?” Wren panted as Remy stared at the ring of cream around the base of his partner’s cock.

“N-no, please, d-don’t, I can’t-.” You were cut off by Remy’s low hiss before he lunged at you, pinning your shoulders down against the bed, sharp fangs inches from your vulnerable throat.

Before you could try to pull away from him, his dripping fangs bit into your throat, hot tongue pressed against the sensitive skin. Wren chuckled as he sat up, still hard cock dragging out from your poor sensitive, puffy cunt. Your initial terror ebbed away as you felt something cold spread through your veins, Remy’s venom rushing into your body.

Your fear faded completely and the naga released his grip on you, fangs sliding out from your punctured skin, blood dotting his lips. The throb between your legs worsened dramatically, your hips bucking instinctively. Your skin felt too sensitive for the humid air of the room, your cunt too empty, your brain too filled with cotton to function.

“Please…” You whimpered. “Please… It hurts.”

You began to paw at your pussy, raising your hips for anyone, anything to fill you up, to rip you with a fat cock. Wren’s eyes fixed upon your hole, leaking slick and precum and he reached out to finger you before Remy smacked his hand away, still scowling at you.

“So, now you need something in your stupid cunt? When you so rudely refused my eggs, my offspring, my protection?”

“I’m sorry.” You began to cry, bucking your hips weakly. Honestly, he was right. You felt so empty, so horribly empty, and you knew his clutch would give you nothing but pleasure. You could already feel them, the way his eggs would shift inside you, like a phantom pregnancy already taking root inside of you. You’d be nothing but blissful if he let you carry his heirs.

“Are you? Really?” Remy sneered, settling onto his side next to you, face so close to yours, you could press a desperate kiss to his lips if you found the strength.

“Yes, yes, please, yes!” You pressed closer to him, fingers weakly pawing at his taut stomach.

“C’mon, Rems. They’re about to start drooling as hungrily as their cunt.” Wren sighed, sliding two fingers down over your swollen clit to your hole, making you jerk your hips and cry out.

Remy stared into your eyes before quickly flicking towards your pussy, Wren playing with your clit cruelly. Enraptured with the sight, his resolve began to weaken before he furrowed his brows, still deeply insulted. You had no choice.

“Please.” You whispered, hand drifting down, clumsily pawing at where his pubic area ended and his scales began, hoping against hope that you were touching him in a way he liked. “I want you to fill me up. ‘M gonna be so good for you, please, Remy.”

That did it. He stiffened up like a board before swearing under his breath, his coils tightening against each other.

Before he could say anything, Wren gripped your hips and yanked you down, to just below Remy’s hips, with the smuggler lying beside you, facing the shimmering scales.

“Watch this, darling.” He murmured into your ear and ran the same two fingers he used on your earlier down Remy’s stomach, over his hips, to directly below his pubic bone, where the scales began.

His slick covered fingers traced over the same area, where the scales warped weirdly as Remy flushed above the two of you, beginning to roll his hips. Wren put a bit more pressure on his final stroke, dipping his coarse fingers into a slit you only noticed now. The rancher groaned deeply, the end of his tail slithering onto the bed and wrapping around your wrist, tightening and loosening as Wren continued. You stroked the cool scales but kept your eyes trained on his slit relaxing, fleshy pink insides widening as the smuggler pushed another finger in.

“He fucking loves this.” Wren sighed, low and conspiratorial. “Loves his slit being touched, even when he fusses that he doesn’t.”

He used his other hand to grab your free wrist, resting it on his throbbing cock, still spilling out precum. Whatever Wren really was, he was no doubt a creature of pleasure, some sort of messy breeder.

“I even fucked his slit.” He grinned against your ear, rolling his hips against your grip. “I recommend tongue fucking it, but that’s for later.”

You stared as Wren finally withdrew his fingers, followed immediately by two, large fleshy cocks, springing free, dripping transparent liquid from their tips. You shivered against the smuggler, cunt immediately aching more as you gazed at them. As if feeling your hungry gaze, they dribbled more liquid out, twitching. You felt drool pool under your tongue, the venom making its way around your body causing everything but the thought of getting one, no, both of Remy’s fat cock into you. Even Wren went quiet, only to lean in and take the tip of one into his mouth, sighing as he tasted the dribbling slick. Pawing at Wren, you nudged him to the side to be able to reach over as well, running the tip of your tongue from the base to the tip of his dick. It throbbed under your tongue, tasting… Tasting of nothing you’ve ever had before, but it made your head fuzzier, heavier.

Remy groaned as the two of you tasted him, both mouthing as sucking at his sensitive cock, fighting back a primal urge to force you both all the way down, to the base. He felt something deeper inside of him shift, eggs beginning to tremble, trying to press into the tight, heady warmth sucking at him.

“Stop.” He finally snapped, stomach twisting at the thought of a single member of his clutch going to waste. For god’s sake, he waited all this time because he refused to send you back to the asylum while carrying his eggs, knowing that Harper loved his parasites and would be nothing but gleeful to have naga eggs. He wasn’t going to ruin breeding you full now because you and Wren slobbering over his dicks.

Speaking of, his little mates reluctantly pulled off his cocks, slick dripping from your lips. With a sigh, Wren sat up, scooting behind you to grip your waist.

“Now, darlin’, you’re gonna want my help with this bit.”

Remy dragged himself to the centre of the bed, cocks bobbing with the movement as Wren hauled you upright, making you straddle his waist, where his partner’s human skin met his scales. Wren tried to distract you by cooing at you, kissing down the nape of your neck as he lifted you, cunt barely brushing the tips of the naga’s dual dicks.

Your cunt throbbed with need, brain too fuzzy to realise you were going to be forced to take both of his cocks, too vacant to ever wonder if it would hurt. Wren glanced at Remy over your shoulder, and when the naga nodded, he began to slowly push you down as the other man gripped the base of both of his cocks so they would for sure press into you. You gave a shaky squeak as the tips pressed together into you, stretching you already, as if the prep Wren gave you earlier meant nothing.

Wren felt you stiffen up and tutted softly, wrapping his arms more securely around you so you couldn’t squirm out of his hold. His pressure around your body increased, his movement less like lightly trying to push you, more like wrestling you down onto two throbbing cocks. You gasped, twitching and arching your back as they pressed deeper into you, somehow expanding even more now that they were inside of your body. Remy, meanwhile, jerking his hips upwards to bully your cunt with his dicks, your hole struggling to take them.

With a final stuttering whine, you sank to the base, his scales cool against your poor puffy pussy. The naga immediately gave an experimental thrust into you, his cocks seemingly expanding far more now that they were into you. You squeak turned into a loud moan, his scales nudging your clit just right as your walls squeezed around him.

“Look at you.” Wren sighed, his hold around you loosening and his hands dropping to your lower stomach, swollen from how stuffed your cunt was. He gave an experimental squeeze and both you and Remy moaned, bucking against each other.

The smuggler chuckled and started moving your hips for you, you already too fucked out to move by yourself, weakly rocking and bouncing while feeling far too full to even think. Remy gripped the sheets as you rolled your hips, his tail tightening around your wrist until you could feel your bones creak under his strength. The naga eyed Wren as he pressed kisses to your temple, dragging his tongue over the shell of your ear, a greedy hand groping your chest. Something curled in his stomach and with an annoyed hiss, Remy gripped your wrists and yanked you away from the smuggler, making you lie against his chest, the predatory part of his brain taking over as he felt his eggs slowly shift along, making their way through his cocks. You shivered at the sudden shift in position, trying to arch your back as you felt the first load of eggs squeeze past your entrance, travelling into you as Remy began to push his clutch into you. With every egg pushing into you, your orgasm quickly had you shaking and whimpering. Something about the venom had fried your nerves, so when an egg squeezed into you, just one touch had you cumming over and over again and they way your body stiffened with every new one didn’t help.

Wren didn’t seem to mean that you were ripped from his arms, lips quirking in amusement. He seemed to understand Remy’s reptile brain needed its egg carrier to be marked by him, and only him. Instead, he shifted his weight, lying on his stomach to mouth at the base of his partner’s cock as eggs briefly expanded the flesh before pushing into you. Wren greedily lapped at your slick coating the twin cocks, indulging in the moans and whines coming from the both of you.

Meanwhile, your neck and throat were no safer from Remy’s fangs than it had been from Wren’s wandering nips. In fact, the naga couldn’t help but bite into you hungrily, losing himself as your blood dribbled from the puncture wounds only to be lapped at by his split tongue. You were soon completely filled with cum and eggs, shoulders and throat marked up completely.

Weak and overstimulated, you finally went completely limp against Remy’s chest.

Before you knew it, your eyes closed and you were lost in sleep, despite the pair of hands trailing over your body, lifting your abused cunt so that Remy’s cocks could slip out, thick globs of cum dribbling out of you.

When you awoke, it was not yet light outside. You… Guessed? It felt painful to open your eyes, eyes flicking to the curtains slightly parted with no sunshine streaming in.

Sitting up, you froze, feeling the eggs gently shift inside of you, snug and secure. You gave a whimper, torn between feeling horrified and aroused. To your side, Remy still slept, the pink tips of his cocks still peeking out from his slit, the human part of his body snug on the bed while his hellishly large and long snake tail hung over the bottom of the bed, still completely filling up the room. At least the tip of his tail had unwrapped from your wrist, now gently flicking against your stomach. You gently lifted it and placed it by Remy’s own hand.

Wren, of course, nowhere to be seen.

Now was your chance. Maybe get back to Alex, get back to town, get… Get… Get these things out of you…

The thought twisted your swollen stomach, a sour taste settling on your tongue. Still, you had to go, now or never.

Nervously but carefully, you slide off the bed, toes trying to find any gaps in between the naga’s coils to touch the floor and not disturb him. Impossible. He was huge, covering every inch. You bit your lip and exhaled slowly. Fuck it. You quickly squirmed across the huge mounds of cold, dry scales, trying not to slip under the muscle. It was weirdly fun, reminding you of a ball pit they had at your school when you were way younger, except… Well, this was… This.

You managed to wriggle over to the door, clutching your stomach protectively. You glanced at the bed, but Remy hadn’t moved, still snoozing with the end of his tail curled around his own pinkie now.

You fled through the door.

—-

It was honestly unfair how fast people always realised you were gone.

You were barely a few steps into the forest, huddled in a coat you snatched out of a closet by the entrance, when a whistle blew, shrill and loud enough to reach your ears easily. You weren’t naive. You knew without a doubt, that was for you.

You sped through the underbrush, your feet stinging from the cold and the stones, too afraid to be caught than to worry about any superficial scratches you would get. Near tears, you scanned around for a place to hide, feeling far too heavy from all the eggs and not wanting to hurt them. You slapped your own cheek in frustration at the thought and just as hot tears began to spill over your cheeks, you saw it. A little outcropping, hidden by jagged rocks and covered by a fallen tree. It wasn’t even a proper chance, but you hoped against hope that they would miss you if you hid there.

You scrabbled to squish into your hiding place, covering your stomach with your arms as you crouched, shivering. A few minutes passed and the sounds of dogs and shouts of the farmhands grew closer before growing far more distant. You waited a few more seconds before sighing in relief.

“Stupid thing, aren’t you?” An angry voice hissed above you.

Before you could even blink, you were yanked up by the coat’s hood, dangling helpless above the ground before being slammed against a tree, far off the ground. Your fingers scrabbled helpless against the tree bark before gripping the sturdy branches.

Remy stared at you with fury, fangs dripping venom as he bared them at you.

“You little bitch. Here we thought you had learned your place. Apparently not.”

You gave a squeak of terror as Remy crowded you against the tree, still bare chested. You felt a familiar feeling of his cocks squirming to crowd into your sore hole and you wildly kicked your legs to no avail, helplessly flailing at the air so far above the ground.

“You think I’d let my stupid breeding bitch get away? No, I’d rather stick a blue ribbon around your throat and let me men fuck you like the prized dog you are. You’re lucky you’re carrying my clutch.”

The blood rushing to your ears deafened you to Remy’s words as his cocks wound themselves back inside of you, filling you up once more. Your cunt ached, but as if it had missed the weight of him inside of you. You began to moan once more as the naga roughly pumped his hips, snarling and hissing as you began to cling to him once more.

“Is this what I must do? Keep you full of cock at all times of the day so at least your whore hole recognises who you belong to. Fuck you until you realise it too.” Remy bit down on your neck once more, this time not releasing your venom, knowing that you already craved what only he and Wren could give you now.

Remy toyed with the idea of letting you stumble back to your farm boy. Round with his offspring and unable to take his pathetic cock anymore. He knew from the moment he saw you again, standing there with the red head, you two must be intimate. How could you not be, when you were such a fine thing, perfect and bound to make anyone go crazy with lust.

You, meanwhile, stiffened up, the familiar feeling of an egg pushing through from the base of Remy’s cock, into you before being released with the rest of the clutch. The naga gave a slow sigh.

“You forgot one.” He sneered as his cocks slowly pulled out of you, unwillingly as they tried to squirm their way back into your cunt.

You breathed out slowly, something that sounded too close to relief to Remy’s ears. Gritting his teeth, he gave in, and slammed back into you, making you squeal loudly and arch your back, his cocks hungrily exploring you once more.

“Let one of them slip out, and I’ll tie you up outside for a toy for my men, got it?” He hissed, heart warming slightly as you whined and clung to him, wrapping your legs obediently around his hips.

His tail uncoiled from its defensive position, lowering both of you from the great height he had you at. Instead, he started heading back to the manor, his cocks kept snug inside of you even as you passed his men, and went up the stairs.

“Don’t move an inch.” Remy snapped, laying on his back with you on his chest.

You heard a soft pop as Wren reappeared out of the darkness, looking delighted.

“Silly runaway. Got that out of your system?” He murmured to you as he crawled onto the bed. You nodded, teary eyed but still clinging to the naga. “Good.”

Wren straightened up momentarily, just to dip behind the both of you, pressing a kiss to where Remy’s cocks were curled into your cunt, making you both sigh at the warm tongue caressing the sensitive nerves.

He flopped back on the bed, pressing close to the two of you, arm splayed over the small of your back.

“No need to wander off anymore, darling. You’re where you’re supposed to be.”

Kofi

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AO3

#commission #remy the farmer #wren the smuggler #wremussy #wremy #dol #nsft #degrees of lewdity #quincewrites #lurker anon #lurker the beloved

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graymoon2-archive · 3 years

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el títere

amor y odio chapter 2 (part 1)

a quackity x reader series

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summary- why not date your worst enemy’s worst enemy?

notes- this is releasing in two parts because im very busy

warnings- swearing, food

pronouns- they/them

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last chapter…

how do i get rid of quackity? you ponder, trying to sleep.

purpled.

of course. best way to get him to fuck off is by dating someone else, and why not his rival? you grin for the first time this hour. climbing out of bed, you grab your phone off the ground where it lay. you dial your best friend.

"em? hey! i have some hot tea to spill. but first, do you have purpled's snap?

“… do you have purpled’s snap?”

you laid back on your bed, one arm behind your head. you laid your phone on the blanket in favor of putting your other arm behind your head.

“uhh, i think? i’ll dm it to you. mind if i ask why?” em said. her mic made a loud crackling noise.

“damn your mic is shit em” you laugh.

“im aware” em said dryly. you could practically hear them roll their eyes through the phone.

the little “dudu” sound of a discord message played through your phone’s speaker, and you sat up to open it.

“okay, i sent you his snap” em called, voice going faint.

“your mic really isn’t it” you laugh, typing in purpled’s snap.

“fuck apple products” em muttered.

“now we wait for him to add me back” you say, putting your arms back behind your head.

“why did you need his snap in the first place?” em questioned.

“oh, i’m just gonna bribe him into fake dating me to piss quackity off” you reply nonchalantly, waving your hand out of habit.

“im sorry what” em deadpans.

“ohh man” you chuckle, stretching your right leg over your left.

“why’re you pissed at quackity?” em asked

“he said i was ’fat but he’d still date me’” you said, mocking quackity’s voice.

“are you fucking kidding me?” em cursed, voice raising in genuine anger. your best friend didn’t usually get mad, but when she did whoever they were mad at better watch their ass.

“oh yeah.” you replied

“fucking whore” em muttered

“man, i always thought he was weird, but that’s a real bitch move.”

“jesus, yeah. so how’s purpled play in?”

“im gonna bribe him to pretend to date me to piss quackity off” you reply. “speak of the devil, he added me back” you add.

you take a quick photo of your cat, who sat at the end of the bed. you added the caption “hi” and sent it.

a minute later, you received a blurry photo captioned “hey”

you took another cat photo, captioning it “what would you do for 20 bucks?”

another photo, this one of the corner of his ceiling.

“depends what it is”

“alright hey we got somewhere” you report to em, laughing at the stupid situation you managed to get into.

you heard some shuffling from the other end of the line.

“i gotta go, wren’s coming over” em said

“wow, you’re ditching me for your girlfriend now?” you ask jokingly

“yeah, yeah. bye dumbass” em says

“bye bitch” you call. she hangs up on you.

you open snapchat, sending purpled a message

y/n

okay you hate quackity right

purpled

uhh yea

y/n

good. wanna help me piss him off?

purpled

depends on what

y/n

pretend to date me

purpled

idk man

y/n

20 bucks and a bag of doritos

purpled

done deal

y/n

okay goodnight then

purpled

you put your phone on the charger and turn out the light, a satisfied smile on your face

the next morning, you grab your school bag and run out the door. you pull the bag of doritos out, walking to purpled’s locker.

“hey babe” he says, slinging an arm around your waist. you hand him the doritos, suprised at how quickly he picked up the act.

“for me? you shouldn’t have” he says.

his friend charlie is staring at the two of you, mouth slightly agape.

“you finally have a partner?” charlie asks. his voice is kind, but it has a very robotic tone

purpled chuckles.

“yeah, i guess i do” he says, grining charmingly.

“well, i gotta go to class. see ya!” you call, slipping out from under his grasp. you jog to your class, catching wren and em walking hand in hand in the hallway.

“hey em, wren. where are you guys headed?” you addressed them in turn, walking sideways to avoid the pushy freshman.

“music” em replied. “you?”

“gym” you sighed.

“oof. have fun i guess”’ said wren.

you send a quick message to purpled

y/n

i’ll give you the money at football practice

purpled

cool thx

you change in the locker room quickly, running into the gym.

“hey y/n” a few of the jocks call. quackity stands in the group of guys, looking royally pissed at you. you grin and wave at him, moving your fingers in sarcastic greeting. he scoffs and turns back around, ignoring you.

the bell rang, and you speedwalked (speedran) out of your study skills, jogging to the football field. the players began to arrive, dropping their bags at one end of the turf. purpled jogged over to you, giving you a loose hug. you hand him the money, and he fakes kissing your cheek. (by pressing his nose to your cheek)he starts jogging back. you sat down on the bleachers, starting your trig homework

after practice, purpled jogged back to the bleachers, where you sat, arms wrapped around yourself in the late fall breeze. he took notice of your cold temperature, pulling his hoodie over his head.

“here” he said, offering you the purple sweatshirt he wore. it looked like the schools usual white ones, with SMP High School Football team printed on the front. on the back it read “Bedwars”, purpled’s last name. it had his number, 16, printed as well.

“did you dye this yourself?” you asked, pulling the sweatshirt over your head. it was still warm from his body heat. plus, a sweatshirt with his name printed on it would really sell the act.

“uhh, yeah” he said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.

“its cool. thanks” you replied. you grabbed your stuff and ran to where karl and sapnap stood. they quieted once you came within earshot.

“ready to go?” you asked sapnap.

“sure” he replied, spinning his keyring on his fingers. he looked you up and down taking note of who’s sweatshirt you wore.

you caught a glimpse of quackity absolutely fuming, and you grinned.

the plan was already working.

part two + the full version will be posted tomorrow! (maybe. no promises. )

next chapter:

“wait, quackity’s coming?”

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quoththe-ravenn · 3 years

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Building Docks

Back at it again with attempting to get back into the writing atmosphere, this time with Wren (my beloved).

M!Wren x F!pc (I guess it can technically be GN!pc, but I can’t remember if I put in female pronouns.)

Tw for disassociation, but that’s about it. Mentions of being sold, illusions to rape, but nothing explicit. I just like the idea of Wren being soft with the pc okay!

Anyways, I hope y’all like it, and if you do please leave me some feedback, or even if you don’t! I’m trying to improve so I take all comments <3

Also, no beta we die like men, and I did not edit this and MAY have forgotten pc was supposed to be drunk. Whoops.

*******

You weren’t supposed to drink as much as you did, you had to steal that smuggling shipment from the docks tonight after all. But you just wanted to feel something, even if it was just the dizzying effects of the alcohol.

How long have you felt disconnected from yourself? You couldn’t remember, exactly. The days were starting to blur together, one singular goal in mind throughout: Make money, pay Bailey.

You weren’t quite sure when the last time you ate was either. Maybe that’s why you felt beside yourself after only three shots.

It was only three shots, right?

You couldn’t keep up at this point.

A thump to your left jolts you out of your drunken daze. Focus! You dart to the next shipping container, ducking low enough to not be caught. Were you even in the right place?

This was a mistake. You should’ve just gone back to the orphanage. Who cares if you get sent off to another buyer? It’s bound to happen sooner or later. Bailey made sure of that when you decided to take on Robin’s debt.

Your eyes shoot open, (when did you close them?) at the sound of a gun clicking behind you. You wait for the rush of fear to flood your veins, the tightening of your chest, anything other than the numbness you’ve become all too acquainted with.

You can’t say you weren’t expecting it when nothing happens, choosing to just turn around and let the pieces fall where they may.

…

Well, you can honestly say you weren’t expecting to see Wren here tonight. From the surprise in his eyes, you can tell he was thinking the same thing.

His smug smile and cocky, “Well look who it is,” doesn’t warm you the way it should. And damn if that didn’t send you further into the depths of whatever hell you were drowning in.

It’s not like you were avoiding Wren, per se. Sure, you haven’t been going to your usual blackjack nights with him, and have been keeping clear of the farms more often than not, but that was because you just don’t have the strength to care what happens to the farm or Alex.

You’re just so exhausted.

Wren notices something is up when you keep staring at him with that deadpan look. If the furrowed brows and deep frown are anything to go by, you’d say that he’s concerned.

But that can’t be right. Nobody in this town cares about anything but themselves; hell, even Robin can’t even muster up the strength to help you out, letting you be taken off by Bailey when you can’t afford to pay, even knowing what happens.

You flinch when he takes a step forward, almost like you expect him to hit you for acting like… this. He comes up short, frown deepening. “Damn, I ain’t ever seen ya like this. Everything alright?”

“I’m fine.” It’s an automatic response, said to everyone who pretends to care long enough to ask you.

The disbelieving laugh he gives almost shocks you. “Yeah, and I’m an upstandin’ citizen. I’ve been wondering why you haven’t been showing your tail around the farm of late, now I see it’s because you’ve upgraded to stealing from the nice folk.” His cocky grin almost irritates you.

“Yeah, well, sorry to deprive you and your friends of your nightly strip tease, but I’ve been busy.” You turn around to leave, only to be stopped by Wren’s hand on your arm.

“Hey, I’m serious. Are you alright?” You can’t help but be taken aback. You’ve never seen Wren like this before; head dipping to close out the rest of the world, eyes soft and full of worry, looking over every inch of you like that will give him the answer he’s seeking.

You swallow, tears welling in your throat. An emotion, but one you’ve been desperately trying to keep back. You can’t keep looking at him and keep the tears at bay at the same time, so you look away and mutter something along the lines of, “Yeah, I’m good.”

You try to pull away, but he doesn’t let you go. “Come with me.” Your heart drops, (no, not you too), but make no attempt to stop him as he tugs you from the docks. He opens the passenger side of a car and guides you in.

You note that he doesn’t lock the door. Not like it matters, you’re too tired of fighting. It’s easier to just give in and get it over with.

The ride is silent, neither of you willing to break the silence.

When he stops and leads you into a dingy looking apartment complex, you immediately start to strip. Wren freezes when he spots you. “Hey, woah, what are you doing?”

The look you give him suggests he’s the crazy one here. “I don’t want my clothes to get ripped or lost. It’s easier to just set them aside.”

Wren flushes a bright red. “That’s not- I mean- If you’d like but-” He cuts himself off, clearing his throat. “I didn’t bring you here for that.”

“Oh.” You stand with your shirt clutched in your hands, unsure what to do next. “Then, why-”

“I thought you’d like a place to sleep for a while. Somewhere that nobody will, uh, try to get at ya and all that.” He clears his throat again. “Anyways, showers down the hall to the left, and you can sleep on my bed in the back room.”

“Okay. Uh, thanks, I guess.”

“Yeah, whatever, don’t mention it. Feel free to take one of my shirts to sleep in. Actually, please take a shirt. I don’t want your muddy clothes on my bed.”

This actually prompts a smile from you, a warmth flooding through your veins for the first time in a long time. “Will do, boss.”

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✩࿐࿔ eat somethin

NEW 11/8.

smut-free | gn reader | no use of y/n | drabbles | word count: 576

✩࿐࿔ take what you need. [NEW series] ࿔ reminder one: eat somethin.

the world is hard, and sometimes it's difficult to complete daily tasks & take care of yourself (aka rocket bullies you for your own damn good).

this is about as wholesome as it gets (for me) i think. can be read platonically or romantically. mcu-based, meant to take place post-volume 3, but headcanon however you want ♡

“Hey man,” you say quietly. “Have you been eating?” He doesn’t even think you’re talking to him at first. “Rocket.” Now he looks back, over his shoulder. “Huh?” “Have you been eating?” “Me? Yeah. I had orloni-on-a-stick for breakfast.” You snort. “Rocket, that was more than half a rotation ago. You need some food–” His cants his head to one side and his ruby-flecked whiskey-eyes narrow. “And you ain’t had anything since last night,” he tells you darkly. You blink. That can’t be right. “What?” he challenges, misinterpreting your blank expression. He scowls. “You think I don’t pay attention?”