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nilsavatar · 1 month ago

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Your fic with Neteyam and The Sarentu was amazing I loved it! Would you be willing to write a fic about the Sarentu having a nightmare about being back in TAP? I just keep thinking about our characters reply to Anufi after saving her from being tortured by the RDA “Sky peoples air, one of Hardings favorite punishments” it’s horrifying that they would do that to literal children.

The Sky Breaker: Shadows of the Past

Parings: Neteyam x Fem!Sarentu (Ateyana)

Genre/Warnings: NSFW/MDNI +18, no use of Y/N, ANGST. All characters are AGED-UP. No smut, only fluff in the end, but still this story is not about romance, even if Sarentu’s relationship with Neteyam is mentioned. So'lek cameo as a brotherly figure for Sarentu.

!DISCLAIMER! Presence of dark and sensitive explicit themes: torture through poison, child abuse, trauma. Please do not read if these topics are not for you.

Little note: Thanks a million, Anon, for your request. It resonated with me so much that I couldn't wait in writing it, surprising myself with the speed I completed it with. Like you, I too was deeply disturbed by that part of the DLC, and even more so by the protagonist's hint about the abuse Harding allegedly inflicted on the Sarentu children. I usually wait at least a couple of days before posting to check for errors with a cool head, but this time I'm so impatient that I can't resist. I hope I managed to satisfactorily touch on all the points you listed, and that the end result reflects your expectations. Thank you again for the challenge you have given me, allowing me to explore even more of the world of Avatar, even in its darkest and most disturbing parts.

@hao-ming-8 you told me to tag you in case I write about So'lek. Although this story is not about So'lek, there is a part about him that reflects the ghosts of his past. I thought you might appreciate it.

Word Count: 5k

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Yana crouched in the underbrush, her heart still hammering from the chaos of the last battle. The air was heavy with the acrid tang of scorched earth, a testament to the destruction wrought by the RDA. Beside her, Anufi set silently, the blue of her skin ashen, the fresh burns on her wrists standing stark against her flesh. Her silence haunted her almost as much as her own thoughts. Anufi’s rescue had been harrowing. Finding her facing the ground in a gas chamber where humans forced the Na'vi's lungs to choke on their poisonous atmosphere awakened an old, buried terror. Her hands trembled as she wiped sweat from her brow, memories unraveling in her mind before she could stop them.

She had been little more than a child when she, her sister and the others were taken into the RDA’s TAP. The Ambassador Program, they had called it, a name coated in the syrupy pretense of goodwill. To the humans, it was a symbol of diplomacy, and experiment in ‘peaceful coexistence’. Its true nature was something far darker—a carefully calculated project to mold Na’vi children into tools for the humans’ colonial ambitions. A gilded cage, where their culture, their independence, and even their spirit were systematically stripped away.

The Sky People smiled as they handed out data pads and notebooks, teaching the children about Earth’s history, science, and culture. But those smiles always hid something colder. They’d correct a mispronounced English word with thinly veiled frustration or scowl when a child struggled to manipulate human tools with their three-fingered hands. “It’s for your own good,” they’d say when a child wept, homesick for the forests of Pandora. “This is how you’ll help your people survive.”

Great responsibility for someone who was just a kid.

Aha’ri, however, saw through the lies. She had always been the bold one, the spark to Yana’s cautious flame. While the little sister obeyed quietly, biting back her discomfort, the older one would glare at the instructors with a defiance the set her apart. Her golden eyes, so full of fire, had unnerved the RDA staff from the start. “That one’s trouble,” they’d mutter as she passed, but for a time, they tolerated her resistance. They wanted to shape her, too, to prove they could tame even the fiercest Na'vi.

Yana, on the other hand, was more thoughtful, more fearful and aware of the superiority the humans had over them because of their technological contraptions. They were on their own turf, here the soldiers and scientists were playing at home, driven by a cruelty and avarice against which a paltry little group of children could do nothing. Moved by this, the younger sister tried to temper the elder's temper, pleading with her to stay quiet. But Aha'ri wouldn’t listen.

“Tsmuke [sister], they’re stronger than us. They control everything. If you fight them—.” “Then I’ll fight harder,” Aha’ri interrupted, her voice sharp as an arrowhead. “They won’t break me.” But Ateyana knew better. The humans’ kindness was a thin mask over something monstrous, and that monstrosity revealed itself one fateful day.

It began in a cultural lesson — one of the RDA’s many patronizing attempts to bridge understanding between humans and Na’vi. Her sister had been tense from the very start, her tail flicking in irritation as the instructor droned on about the technological advancements of Earth, their tone dripping with condescension. “And that’s why humanity’s ingenuity has made us the dominant species,” they stated, holding up a glowing data pad as though it wet a sacred artifact.

Aha’ri patience snapped. With a swift motion, she grabbed the object from the instructor’s hands and hurled it across the room. It shattered against the metal wall with a deafening crash, its pieces scattering like shards of broken pride. “You don’t want to understand us!” Her voice cut through the stunned silence, sharp and fierce. Her tail lashed behind her, and her chest heaved with rage. “You want to own us! To take everything away from us. Our families, our land, our identity!” The other Na’vi children froze, their wide eyes darting between Aha’ri and the Sky People. Yana’s heart sank as she saw the instructor’s face harden, their polite veneer cracking to reveal cold fury.

Within minutes, the incident was reported to John Mercer himself. The administrator of TAP arrived with his characteristic composure, his every movement calculated and deliberate. Mercer had a presence that muffled rooms and chilled blood — a man whose power was as much in his intellect as in his authority. He looked down at the remains of the data pas, then up at the girl, who stood unrepentant, her chin raised in defiance.

“Colonel Harding,” he said, his tone calm but devoid of empathy. “You may deal with this as you see fit.” Ateyana’s blood turned ice. She knew what that meant. Colonel Angela Harding, the TAP’s enforcer, thrived on cruelty. A towering woman with a predatory gaze, she carried herself with the detached air of someone who viewed torment as a mere tool for oder. Her punishment were as inventive as they were brutal, each conceived not just to discipline but to humiliate and break the will of her captives, to withdraw insubordination and replace it with submission. For that monster, breaking the Na’vi wasn’t simply her duty: it was a twisted form of entertainment.

As she arrived in response to Mercer’s orders, the colonel strode into the room, her boots clicking against the linoleum floor, her expression one of faint amusement. Aha’ri maintain her bolshie attitude, but everybody could see the tension in her stiff tail and the subtle quiver in her shoulders. “Ah, the little firebrand,” Harding commented, her voice dripping with mockery. “You think you’re so special because you’ve got a bit of spark, don’t you?” The girl didn’t respond, her golden eyes narrowing in silent insolence, and she chuckled, shaking her head. “We’ll see how long that spark lasts.” When the woman reached for Aha’ri, Yana acted on instinct. She stepped forward, throwing herself between the colonel and her sister. Her entire frame trembled, but she forced her voice to be steady ash she spoke. “Aha’ri didn’t mean it!” She cried, meeting her icy gaze. “She’s just… she’s just angry. Please, forgive her just this time.” “Step aside, child,” Harding said coldly, her eyes razor-sharp like knives, but she refused to move. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest and ears, but she planted her feet firmly on the ground. “Please,” she begged, turning to Mercer, who studied her from the doorway with the detached curiosity of a scientist examining a specimen. “I’ll make her behave. I promise.” He stared at Sarentu for a long time, his head tilted as if considering her plea. “Discipline,” he said finally, his tone almost paternal, “is essential for progress. If you truly wish to help your sister, sweet child, you should teach her to obey.” Tears streamed down her face as she dropped to her knees in front of him, clinging to his lab coat in supplication. “I’ll take her punishment. Just let her go.” “Do you think if she saw you suffering in her place, she would learn her lesson?” The aloofness with which he asked prevented her from answering. “You want to protect your sister, I understand that. But have you ever thought that she is putting you all in trouble with her antics? Ateyana, you are a good girl, but if you always cover for her you will end up doing her more harm than good. Aha'ri needs to learn how to be in the world.”

With a flick of his hand, Mercer signaled Harding to proceed. The colonel didn’t wait for further discussion, she grabbed Aha’ri by the arm and began dragging her away, ignoring the younger Na’vi’s thrashing and curses. Yana lunged after them, her hands reaching for her sister, but two Sec-Ops troopers blocked her path, their like iron as they held her back, ready to point the weapons hanging at their side if necessary. “Don’t do this!” She screamed, her voice breaking. “Please! You don’t have to do this!” Her cries went unanswered, Harding didn’t even glance back. She pulled Aha’ri around like a rag doll. The doors hissed shut behind them, with a mechanical finality that sent a chill through the little girl’s soul.

Aha’ri’s punishment was swift and merciless. Harding took her to one of the facility’s sealed chambers — a tool originally designed to test human oxygen systems in Pandora’s atmosphere but repurposed for a far darker use. She was shoved into a cylindrical space with reinforced glass walls, that allowed observers to watch.

Harding’s fingers hovered over the control panel, her lips curling into a devious sneer. “Let’s see how well she handles a little taste of home.” Yana pounded on the glass, her fists striking the cold surface with frantic desperation. “Stop! Please! She’ll listen! She’ll listen, I swear!” The soldier glanced at her, one eyebrow arched in fake pity. “Oh, she’ll listen. One way or another.” With that, she pressed the button. Inside the tube, Aha’ri face shifted from boldness to confusion as the first wave of Earth’s air flooded in. It was clear but carried a hidden poison — the mixture of gases that made up the Earth's atmosphere, was toxic to Na’vi physiology. And the speed with which it was being administered in the small space made its effects immediate.

Within moments, the girl staggered, her hands clutching her throat as her lungs rebelled. “Breathe, little warrior,” Harding murmured, her voice filled with wicked mirth. At first, the girl resisted, glaring through the glass as if daring Harding to do her worst. But courage and recklessness couldn’t stop the poison from taking hold. The little sister’s breath labored in sync with the oldest’s, as she watched her confident posture collapse to her knees, gasping for air that her body couldn’t accept. Her chest heaved as she clawed at her throat, her eyes wide with panic.

The sight of Aha’ri’s agony — the strength draining from her limbs, the fire in her irises flickering into fear — was more than Ateyana could bear. She turned back to Mercer, who stood silently in the corner, his arms crossed. “Stop her!” The girl sobbed, her voice raw. “Please, make her stop! You’re killing her!” The man regarded her with the same neutrality he had shown throughout the ordeal. “Killing her?” He echoed, as though the idea were preposterous. “No. Colonel Harding knows her limits. Your sister will survive, don’t worry. The question is whether she’ll learn.” Sarentu’s whines filled the lab as she could only watch her sister being tortured.

The minutes dragged on like hours. Aha’ri’s struggles grew weaker, her gasps becoming faint and uneven. Her frame trembled, on hand pressed against the glass, her golden eyes locking with her sister’s as though reaching for help that would never come. Yana could do nothing but press her palms in return, her tears smearing the surface. Then her hands closed into fists, pounded against the window until they bled. She screamed, begged, wailed, but no one came. Behind her, the other Na’vi children huddled in terrified quiet, their eyes averted.

Harding savored the scene with a vague smirk, her arms crossed as though she were enjoying a private show. At last, when Aha’ri passed out, limp to the floor, her chest rising and falling in shallow, ragged breaths, she released the seal. “Enough,” her tone almost bored. The chamber’s doors hissed open, two guards stepped inside to drag the victim out, while the colonel looked down at the motionless girl with disdain “She’ll live,” said with casual, scorn indifference. “Maybe now she’ll learn her place.”

When they returned Aha’ri to the dormitory, Ateyana rushed to her sister’s side. Her skin was damp with sweat, her breath still short, but her beautiful eyes fluttered open as she cradled her. “It’s okay,” the younger whispered, stroking her hair. “You’re safe now. I got you.” But Ahari didn’t respond. She stared blankly at the ceiling, her expression devoid of the fire that had once defined her, replaced by a hollow emptiness that she could barely recognize. Ateyana’s heart ached as she realized the truth: the sister she knew was gone, her spirit crushed under the weight of what she had endured.

From that day, she was different. She stopped speaking out against the humans, her rebellious nature altered by a haunting silence. Yana, too, carried the scars of that day — not on her body, but in her soul. She had failed her sister, failed to protect the one person she loved most.

The memory of Aha'ri’s panting breaths, her despairing eyes, would never leave her. It would follow her into adulthood, a ghost that whispered of her guilt and the monstrous cruelty of the humans she had once begged for mercy. That was the day Ateyana learned a hard truth: mercy was not something to be asked for. It was something to be taken, or forced, or denied entirely. And if she wanted to protect her people, she could never again rely on the humanity of her enemies. She would have to fight with all her might, at the risk of being stained with sin in the eyes of the Great Mother. A promise she made to herself again on the day Aha'ri was killed.

She sat on the thick root of a great tree, her fingers absently tracing the worn fletching of an arrow. Around her, the forest pulsed with life. The gentle hum of glowing flora and the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze seemed distant, muted by the storm in her mind. The memories of Aha’ri scratched at the edges of her consciousness, threatening to drag her into the darkness she had fought so hard to keep at bay.

Sarentu squeezed her eyes shut, trying to focus on the sounds of the nature, the cool texture of the moss beneath her fingers — anything to anchor herself in the present. But the harder she tried to push the memories away, the sharper they became. The hiss of the cell, the anguished cries of her sister, the emptiness in Mercer’s eyes. A shadow fell across her, and a warm weight settled on her shoulder. Startled, Yana blinked and looked up to find So’lek standing beside her. His hand rested lightly on her shoulder, his touch firm bun unintrusive.

So’lek was one of the few people she trusted completely. He had been a warrior long before the RDA’s return and had seen firsthand the destruction the humans could bring. His cheek and temple bore the scars of past battles, and his eyes — amber like a fading sunset — held the weight of someone who had endured loss and hardship.

He didn’t speak at first, his gaze steady as he looked down at her. There was no pity in his expression, only quiet understanding. A gaze that knew the pain of haunting memories. The gaze of someone who had carried his own ghosts through the years.

“You’re far away,” he stated softly, his voice low and even, like the rumble of distant thunder. She tried to muster a reply, but the words caught on her tongue, looking away, ashamed of the vulnerability she was showing.

The man crouched beside her, his hand still on her shoulder. He didn’t press her to talk, didn’t demand an explanation. Instead, he sat in silence, his presence a muted reassurance that she wasn’t alone.

“I know that look,” So’lek said after a moment, his thoughtful. “The way your shoulders tighten, how your tail moves without you even realizing it.” He paused, his warm eyes meeting hers. “You’re fighting something inside, aren't you?” Yana felt her throat harshened. She wanted to deny it, to tell him she was fine, that she didn’t need his concern. Bet the words felt pointless even before she could externalize them. So’lek’s glance held her, stiff and unyielding, and she found herself nodding, almost imperceptibly.

“I think about it too,” he admitted, his tone dropping even lower. His eyes drifted to the forest canopy, his expression longing but far-off. “The things I saw. The things I couldn’t stop. Sometimes they come back when I least expect it. In the quiet moments, when the forest is still, I feel I may be at peace once again, at least a little, they creep in.” His hand gave her shoulder a small, reassuring squeeze. “But you don’t have to face it alone.”

Her lips parted, but she hesitated. So’lek’s words reached something deep inside her, a part of her that had been hidden for so long she’d almost forgotten it existed. For years, she had carried the weight of her guilt and pain in silence, afraid to burden others with the darkness she couldn’t escape. But in So’lek’s eyes, she saw no judgment, only the quiet camaraderie of someone who understood.

“What do you do?” she asked finally, her voice barely above a whisper. “When the memories come?” So’lek tilted his head, considering her question. “I remind myself why I fight,” he said after a pause. “Not to forget, or to erase the past. But to make sure it doesn’t happen again. For the ones I lost. For the ones still here.” Yana stared down at her hands, her fingers still gripping the arrow. His words resonated with her, stirring something in the depths of her chest. She thought of Aha’ri, of Anufi, of the clans who had entrusted her with their lives. Of Neteyam. They were her purpose now, the reason she had to keep fighting—even when the pain felt unbearable.

So’lek rose to his feet, his hand slipping from her shoulder. He turned to leave but paused, glancing back at her with a faint smile. “You don’t have to carry it all by yourself, little one,” he said gently. “If the burden is too heavy, let someone else help you shoulder it.” She watched him walk away, his tall frame disappearing into the camp shadows. The weight of her memories hadn’t lifted, but for the first time in a long time, she felt the faintest flicker of hope. She wasn’t alone—not entirely.

The moment of clarity didn’t last long. As the night deepened and the forest grew quieter, the memories crept back in, stronger than ever, sharper and crueler than any blade. It seized her mind without warning, dragging her into the dark recesses of her subconscious where fear and guilt lurked, waiting.

She was back in the TAP facility, a child again, small and powerless. The sterile white walls loomed around her, closing in like the jaws of a predator. The hum of machinery filled the air, a sound she had grown to dread in those years. Ahead of her, Mercer stood tall, his shadow stretching impossibly long, swallowing the room in its cold grip. His expression was impassive, the same look he had worn when he condemned Aha’ri to her punishment. Behind him stood Colonel Harding, her fingers drumming against the control panel with rhythmic precision. Tap. Tap. Tap. Each sound reverberated through her chest like the beat of a war drum, growing louder and louder until it drowned out her own breathing. Harding’s lips twisted into a devious smile as her hand hovered over the controls. Inside the chamber, Aha’ri yelled. It was the same scream she had heard that day, raw and primal, full of misery and pain. The sound teared at Yana’s ears, filling her with a helpless rage that burned like acid in her veins. She tried to move, to stop Harding, but her feet felt rooted to the ground, as if the very air around her had turned to stone.

“Stop!” She exclaimed with a cry of distress. “Please! Stop!”

Her hands moved on their own, pounding against the glass until her knuckles split, blood smearing the surface. But her cries were swallowed by the cold, unfeeling room, just as they had been all those years ago. Aha’ri’s golden eyes locked with hers through the glass, wide with terror. Ateyana’s heart shattered all over again as she saw her sister collapse to her knees, gasping for air, her body convulsing as the poisonous atmosphere ravaged her.

Suddenly, the scene shifted. Ateyana was no longer outside the chamber. She was inside it. The walls pressed in around her, the sterile white replaced by suffocating gloom. The hiss of the oxygen systems grew louder, sharper, until it was the only sound she could hear. Her chest tightened as she drew in a ragged breath, only to feel flames sear her lungs. It was Earth’s air, toxic and alien, invading her body and asphyxiating her from within. She grazed her throat, panic overtaking her as her vision blurred. Shapes flickered in the dimness—indistinct at first, then blinding. She saw Anufi, her body slumped against the wall, her eyes round and lifeless. “No,” the girl breathed, reaching for her, but her limbs felt heavy, sluggish. “No, no, no!”

Then another figure emerged, stepping forward from the shadows. Aha’ri. Her sister’s complexion was pale and gaunt, her once-bright golden orbs now dim and vacant. She stared at young woman, her expression indecipherable, as though she were looking at a stranger. Behind her, a faint, ghostly image of the cylinder chamber from their childhood flickered to life, overlaying the blackness like a poignant projection.

“You failed us,” Aha’ri whispered, her voice merging with Anufi’s in a disturbing, chilling harmony. She shook her head, tears raining down her cheeks. “I tried!” she gasped, her voice plaintive, barely audible over the sound of her labored breathing. “I tried to save you!” “You failed us,” they repeated, their voices growing louder, the words echoing in her skull until they became a deafening chant. “You failed us! You failed us!”

The constraining darkness strengthened its grip, the air growing heavier with each passing moment. Her vision swam, the shapes of Aha’ri and Anufi blurring into the shadows. Her own reflection appeared before her, distorted and corrupted, her visage pallid and streaked with tears. In the reflection’s eyes, she saw all the guilt she had buried for years— the guilt of letting Aha’ri down, of begging Mercer for mercy instead of fighting back, of living when her sister’s spirit had been crushed. And now, the remorse of almost losing Anufi to the same hideous tactics, the same noxious fumes.

The reflection spoke, its tone cold and unrelenting, distorted in sounds that weren’t hers, but resembled all too closely the voice she had grown most fond of, in the endless struggle that was her life. “You think you can protect them now? You can’t even protect yourself.” The words hit her like a blow to the chest, forcing the last remnants of air from her lungs. She kneel over, the choking poison overwhelming her. Her hands reached out blindly, her fingernails grasping at nothing. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry” she murmured, while her reflection took the figure of somebody else.

The darkness surrounding her grew denser, swallowing her cries and the shapes of her sister and Anufi. It was suffocating, cloying, pressing on her from all sides. She reached out, desperate for any tether to pull her back into the light, but her fingers grasped only the void. Then, she saw him.

“Neteyam?” she whispered, her voice trembling with disbelief.

His form was unmistakable — his broad shoulders, the proud set of his jaw, the way his braids swayed gently as he walked. But something was off. His movements were sluggish, his steps unsteady. Yana's breath caught in her throat as he turned toward her, his face ashen and drawn, his bright lemon eyes dull and dead. “No,” she hushed, shaking her head as alarm dig into her chest. “No, not you. Not you too.”

Neteyam didn’t answer. His lips parted, but no words came out, only a soft, wheezing gasp. Her horror deepened as she saw the friction burns on his wrists, raw and angry, identical to the ones Anufi had borne. The result of the straps with which they had taken him there. Aimed at inflicting pain and subduing resistance, as a further form of the utter contempt RDA had for them.

The light fizz of oxygen filled the air, and she realized with sickening clarity that her mate was choking, his body wracked with spasms as he fight for breathe the toxic human atmosphere. She ran to him, her feet moving as though through water. “Neteyam!” she cried, her voice cracking. “I’m here! I’ll save you!”

But no matter how fast she moved, she couldn’t reach him. The distance between them stretched endlessly, as though the murk itself were conspiring to keep them apart. He fell to his knees, his eyes locking with hers for a fleeting moment. There was no accusation in his gaze, only dread and sadness—a quiet, haunting sadness that made her chest feel like it was splitting open. “Don’t leave me!” she shrieked, tears streaming down her face unstoppably. “Please! Eywa, don’t take him from me!” As his body slumped forward, the shadow surged around him, consuming him entirely. Ateyana dropped to her knees, her cries echoing into the void.

She bolted upright with a strangled gasp, her form drenched in sweat. Her hands flew to her forehead, trembling as she struggled to shake the lingering terror of the dream. Her chest heaved as she gulped in Pandora’s sweet, life-giving air, her mind racing to separate illusion from reality. Her surroundings came into focus slowly — the soft glow of bioluminescent plants, the distant hum of nocturnal creatures. She was back in the forest, far from the sterile walls of the TAP facility.

It took her a moment to realize she wasn’t alone. Beside her, lying peacefully on a bed of soft mats and pillows, was Neteyam. Her breath caught as she turned to look at him. The moonlight filtering through the hut bathed his profile in a silvery gleam, highlighting the strong lines of his jaw and the gentle rise and fall of his chest. He looked so tranquil, so alive. Yana’s shaking fingers reached out to touch his cheek, her fingertips brushing against his warm skin as though to reassure herself that he was truly there. The tension in her frame ebbed slightly, a wave of relief washing over her. He was safe. He hadn’t been taken from her, hadn’t suffered the horrors her mind had conjured.

“I almost lost you,” she mumbled, her voice whispery as the wind. The young man stirred slightly, his expression softening in his sleep as though he could sense her presence. Sarentu's heart clenched with a mix of endearment and dismay, her emotions swirling like a storm within her. The nightmare had felt so real, so visceral, that even now, the echoes of it clung to her. Her hands trembled as she touched her throat, half-convinced she would feel the burns of the human oxygen.

Her eyes darted to Neteyam once more. Her feelings for him were undeniable, a bond as deep as the roots of Pandora’s sacred trees. But that love came with a fear so profound it threatened to consume her. She had already lost so much— her family, her innocence, the peace of her childhood. The thought of losing Neteyam, of watching him suffer as Aha’ri had, was a pain she could scarcely bear. For a brief moment, she allowed herself to linger in the solace of him being there, her digits brushing against his hair. But the relief was short-lived.

Yana buried her face in her hands, her body wracked with silent sobs. She had tried so hard to bury the past, to lock away the pain and guilt in the darkest corners of her mind. But saving Anufi had torn open those wounds, forcing her to confront the truth she had spent years avoiding: she couldn’t run from her failures.

As the faint light of dawn began to seep into the forest, she felt the weight of reality settle over her once more. The RDA’s war machines still loomed on the horizon, their engines a constant reminder of the battle yet to come. The nightmare was a cruel reflection of the stakes she faced every day — a reminder that every moment she spent with Neteyam could be their last.

Her gaze shifted to the bow resting nearby, its polished wood shining smoothly in the early morning. There was no room for hesitation, no space for weakness. If she wanted to protect Neteyam, Anufi, and her people, she couldn’t allow insecurities to paralyze her. Her fingers brushed against Neteyam’s cheek one last time before she stood, her movements quiet so as not to wake him. She would fight for him, for all of them. Whatever it took, she would ensure that the nightmare she had seen would never become reality.

She glanced to the floating mountains, and wiped her tears, her hands curling into fists, her resolve hardening like steel. The battle was coming, and she would meet it head-on, fueled by the love that gave her strength and the fear that reminded her what she had to lose. She couldn’t change whar happened to Aha’ri, but she could give her whole self for the future, for Pandora itself.

The past had left its scars, but it had also given her purpose. The Sky People would pay for what they had done. Yana would make sure of it.

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selenacosmic · 3 months ago

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hiiiiii i have been so inlove with your headcanons lately so i wished to ask you for a request if you please

I saw a film or heard a story lately can't remember though- but it was about a child that child was about 6-9 years old but was a genius strategist for every war they made a strategy in was always won because of how smart they are and so they were used because of it- by their emperor/lord but they were attached to him thinking that the way they were treated (physically and mentally abused) was love so how would the iksen characters think of this traumatized but genius child

Hello, I am so happy to know you like my writing! This sounds really interesting, thank you for the request!

Warlords reaction to a genius but traumatized child.

Oda forces.

Nobunaga Oda.

Just because it’s a child doesn’t mean he cannot recognize talent, Nobunaga would bring the child under his care to war council and, maybe, even war.

Nobunaga would provide care and safety for the child, while he wasn’t the best at affection and healing since he also suffered a lot as a child, he would try his best for this child.

Hideyoshi Toyotomi.

Hideyoshi would try objecting to the child attending war councils, not that he would ever go against his lord’s decision, but to hideyoshi this child is still too young to participate in these matters, even if they are a genius.

He would be exactly like a mother father to them, while also feeling deeply sad about all the abuse the kid suffered.

Masamune Date.

Masamune is like that cool uncle that tries to take the child out to have fun, forget all about the pain, focus on the fun. He feels sympathy for this little genius and decides to be by their side, the same way he would have wanted someone by his side when he was a child.

It’s not that he doesn’t recognize this child as a genius, but he thinks that they should enjoy their childhood more.

Ieyasu Tokugawa.

Ieyasu worries about them, but he never really shows it in an obvious manner. He gives the child treatment over past scars and tips on how to defend themselves, under the premise of “don’t be useless” when really, what he means to say is “be more careful”.

Doesn’t matter if the kid is a genius, they can’t be reckless over their safety.

Mitsuhide Akechi.

Mitsuhide likes testing how intelligent this child is, wanting to see how far their education goes. He decides to take part in the child’s education since he sees great potential in there.

Also, he likes teasing them since they children tend to be more naive, all in an brotherly affectionate way, not in a cruel way.

Mitsunari Ishida.

As a fellow strategist and genius himself, Mitsunari is like a safe port for the child, both understanding each other in many aspects. Differently from Mitsuhide, mitsunari would become a trusty elder who the child would seek guidance to and opinions. Perhaps because both would have a sense of kinship to each other.

Ranmaru Mori.

Ranmaru is softhearted, and also knows the pain this child has gone through, he would try to be like his master and try helping the child grown up healthily and happy, to leave behind all the pain from the past.

Keiji.

Keiji tries using his cheerful persona more often to keep this child happy and entertained, he would need to be more careful since this kid is very intelligent and would be able to figure it out eventually about his true personality. He feels sorry that this child’s talents were constantly exploited and would rather they don’t take part much in war councils.

Uesugi-Takeda alliance.

Kenshin Uesugi.

Kenshin would first consider if this kid being a strategist genius meant they could fight him, but was immediately stopped since this is still a child nonetheless. While he can sympathize with this child’s traumatic past, he also believes they need to become stronger so that no one else was able to abuse them ever again, so he takes part in their training personally.

Shingen takeda.

Ah, another fellow strategist? Shingen would be very happy to take this child in as his own, deciding to raise them just like he has raised Yukimura. Giving the child classes of his own when it comes to war and strategy, while also giving them sweets and spoiling them rot.

Knowing how much this child suffered, he would rather they don’t participate in war councils until they become a teenager.

Yukimura Sanada.

Yukimura would take this child as a young sibling, being the best big brother there is. Sure, the kid might be a genius, but they should enjoy their childhood as much as possible. He often takes the kid out with him to town and on missions, teaching them things at first hand.

Yoshimoto Imagawa.

Yoshimoto would rather teach this child the ways of art and beauty, rather than let them focus on war and battles. They had already enough of these brutalities in their childhood, they should focus on relaxing and enjoying their youth.

Sasuke.

Being from the future, Sasuke knows that childhood in this era was never easy, and seeing how this was a gifted child that was taken advantage of for their intelligence, he decides to help them by being their friend, showing them that it’s ok to let their guard down and be a normal child for once.

Kanetsugu.

Kanetsugu may be stern and a bit frightening, but he doesn’t think this child should immediately take place in a war council. He agrees, however, to molding this child into someone who can aid kenshin in the future, so he becomes a teacher to them as well. He tries to not be too strict as to not scare this child.

#ikesen #ikemen sengoku #ikemen sengoku shingen #ikemen sengoku nobunaga #ikemen sengoku kenshin #ikemen sengoku mitsuhide #ikemen sengoku hideyoshi #ikemen sengoku masamune #ikemen sengoku mitsunari #ikemen sengoku sasuke #ikemen sengoku yukimura #ikemen sengoku ieyasu #ikemen sengoku ranmaru #ikemen sengoku keiji #ikemen sengoku kanetsugu #ikemen sengoku yoshimoto

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steddieunderdogfics · 2 months ago

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This week’s writer spotlight feature is: blipblot! @blipblot has 20 fics in the Stranger Things fandom on AO3 and 19 of them are in the Steddie tag!

Our anonymous nominator recommends the following works by @blipblot:

Do You Have a Mirror in Your Pocket?

A Lick and a Promise

I'd Build a Home with You

"Their work is always so incredible and fun and they’re just so talented!! And they’ve got so many fics out, and each one is just wonderful — especially their most recent big bang fic, A Lick And A Promise. The worldbuilding is breathtaking, the characterisations are flawless, and it’s so full of love and passion, it’s just all around a perfect fic ❤️" -- anonymous

Below the cut, @blipblot answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!

Why do you write Steddie?

I absolutely adore the chemistry that Steve and Eddie have together. Their stories build off of each other so well! The different aspects between being popular and unpopular, growing up rich and growing up poor, alongside the benefits and downfalls of both of those lifestyles and how they impact each other is something I love writing. They’re fantastic narrative foils for one another.

What’s your favorite trope to READ?

I have tons but I would say idiots to lovers and enemies to lovers are some of my favorites. I love watching Steve and Eddie figure their shit out while also falling in love, it gets me every time.

What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?

Is unconditional love a trope? I just love writing stories that focus on love, whether that’s brotherly love, romantic love, platonic love, it doesn’t really matter to me. I get the most enjoyment writing when I’m writing about how all these different types of love affect our lives for the better and for the worse!

What’s your favorite Steddie fic?

There’s so many to choose from! Right now I’d say at the top of my list is gayjinkies phenomenal ‘I’m a lover, boy’, if you haven't read it please go check it out and send my love to them if you do!

Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?

This is such an excellent question, I’m not sure! I just finished my first Historical AU, I’ve written Fantasy and In Universe so I guess the next one I’d like to tackle would be a Modern AU. I think that sounds like an absolute hoot, I’m brainstorming ideas for one as we speak!

What is your writing process like?

It’s so chaotic, it’s ridiculous. I normally just write down everything that comes to mind in the moment and then slowly whittle it into something more legible bit by bit. It is very rarely in order and I very rarely know how it’s going to end but that’s part of the fun!

Do you have any writing quirks?

Quirks, I’m not sure! I feel like I’m known for how I write dialogue but anything more specific I’m not sure I’d be able to pick up on. Maybe pillow fights, I feel like those end up in my fics more often than not somehow.

Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?

In a perfect world, I’d prefer to post when finished but I write pretty slowly so I hate not having anything posted for months at a time. That being said, my posting schedule is nearly nonexistent as well. I just post when I have enough free time to finish a chapter!

Which fic are you most proud of?

I would say Put the Lights Out and Cry. It’s the first one I’ve ever written and looking back on it now makes me really proud that I decided to take that leap of faith and post it. It’s not perfect and there are things I wish I could go back and change but at the end of the day writing it and seeing everyone’s responses to it were incredibly rewarding and I feel so lucky that I got to share my goofy diner au with everyone.

How did you get the idea for I'd Build a Home with You?

It was for the Omegaverse Valentines Day Exchange event so I was sent a few tag ideas from the lovely MysteriousMidnight and let those stew in my brain for a while. I really struggled at first to come up with something but eventually everything sort of clicked into place plotwise.

When writing I'd Build a Home with You, what was something you didn’t expect?

Oh god, for it to be so long! It was all supposed to stay in the school building but that didn’t work out with the plot I had in mind. But once I mulled it over for a bit I just kept writing until the ending felt natural. I’d say it worked out alright in the end!

What inspired A Lick and a Promise?

Watching old Westerns with my partner! It was right around the time that the first Big Bang was happening that I came up with the idea and I slowly added stuff to it in my mind until the next Big Bang came around and I thought, why not give it a shot?

What was your favorite part to write from A Lick and a Promise?

The dialogue between Steve and Eddie at any given point. I LOVED writing them bicker and tease each other while also learning more about one another. Writing dialogue is often my favorite part of writing in general but for this fic it all came so naturally that it was a joy to see how it all came out.

How do/did you feel writing Do You Have a Mirror in Your Pocket??

It was a lot of fun! Writing Steve still in high school isn’t something I do often so that was a fun challenge in itself, figuring out how to write him with where he was on his self discovery journey, not absolutely reformed but not totally at the beginning of that journey either.

What was the most difficult part of writing Do You Have a Mirror in Your Pocket??

I really wanted to find the balance between writing Steve being humbled without going too overboard with it so I sort of struggled with that. I wanted it to be realistic without humiliating the poor guy too badly. Good thing Eddie was there to help out in the end!

Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?

The one that’s coming to mind now is one from A Lick and a Promise, “Death may be in front of him, but Steve Harrington is standing beside him. He can’t ask for much more than that.” I’m pretty proud of how that came out.

Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?

Right now my plan is to finish up Cosa Nostra, my Mob AU, and then *finally* finish the last two chapters of the sister fic to Put the Lights Out and Cry which is titled In the Alley if you want more of that universe in particular!

Outside of these questions, Is there anything YOU would like to add?

I wanted to thank the moderators that work on the Steddieunderdog blog for all the amazing work they do sharing work that deserves more attention! Y’all are the bees knees and I’m so thankful for the work you guys have done for the fandom <3

Thank you to our author, @blipblot, and our anonymous nominator! See more of blipblot's works featured on our page throughout the day!

Writer’s Spotlight is every Wednesday! Want to nominate an author? You can nominate them here!

#writer's spotlight #steddie #steddie fic recs #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #stranger things #writer's wednesday #ao3 writer #steddie writers

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littlespacereader · 11 months ago

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@dino-boyo-agere gave me such a wonderful Supernatural request that I literally had to break it up into two parts because I realized I was writing such a long story!😂 I promise your request is going to be the part 2 of this story because I feel the questions you asked in your request are better answered in the second part.

I decided to write something a little different for me. It’s not my standard comfort agere fic but I’m really proud of the interesting story that plays out here. There some LGBTQ+ acceptance, there’s some fun dialogue and there’s even a cliffhanger! You don’t need to read the other fics to understand this one, but if you’d like to here’s the first one in my mini series, and here’s the second one.

Please everyone enjoy the part one of this adorable Supernatural Age Regression fic! But please be warned with the trigger warnings below!

The Little Hunt Begins

(Part 1)

Little!Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester

TW - the reason why there is no SFW tag is because of usual supernatural violence, language & kidnapping at the end. (Don’t worry this is resolved in part 2) Please be warned if this isn’t your speed!

Tags - hiding regression, diapers, thumb sucking, CG Castiel, LGBTQ+ confessions, brotherly acceptance!, cliffhanger ending, sorry not sorry, told by Dean’s POV,

Nickname - Sammy, ‘ammy

Click here for Part 2

The past few months have been the most peaceful months Dean’s had in years. With Castiel as his Caregiver, he’s been regressing regularly in the bunker with Castiel watching over him.

His peace would’ve continued if it hadn’t been for Sam finding a new hunt for the two of them. He doesn’t blame his brother, they have been inching to get out of the bunker for a while now.

But the thing is, it’s been a while since they had a hunt with Dean’s new regression schedule. The whole idea made him nervous, very nervous.

Dean paced back and forth in his room while Castiel sat on his bed.

“Why can’t you just let me ask Sam to join?” Cas asked.

“Because it will look suspicious! He’s already been questioning why the two of us are always together. I just…” Dean sat on the bed beside Cas, “I just don’t want him to know.”

Cas sighed, wrapping his arm around Dean, “You know, Sam might understand if you just take the time to explain it to him. With everything you’ve been through he might understand your need for regression.”

“No, NO! He can’t know Cas. He can’t.” Dean shook his head. “He wouldn’t understand.”

“I don’t think you’re giving Sam enough credit. I think if you took the time to properly explain it he would understand.” Cas countered but Dean wasn’t listening.

He turned his body towards Cas, hiding his face in his shoulder. His arms wrapped Castiel’s neck. “He can’t know…I don’t want him to.”

Castiel sighed but nodded his head. His arms wrapped around Dean, holding his Little close. “Then he won’t know.”

“I’m just…scared. I don’t want to regress around him.” It was hard for Dean to admit it. After all, how many hunts has be done before Castiel found out about his regression? But now, without Castiel joining him, he felt vulnerable.

“You know that just in case you do all you have to do is call on me and I’ll be right there.” Cas started to explain, “But, I do have a plan that’s going to help you through this hunt.”

That got Dean to lift his head off Cas’ shoulder and look at him intrigued.

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With a long goodbye to Cas, Dean joined Sam in the garage and the two took off to their hunt, miles away.

The car ride was quiet for the most part. Dean blasted his music while Sam played on his phone. But then the silence was broken.

“What’s been going on with you and Cas?”

Dean almost swerved the car.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re always hanging out together. Like more than usual. Are you guys…um…”

“What Sammy? Spit it out.” Dean sighed.

“Are you guys a couple?” Sam asked.

Now that short circuited Dean’s brain all together. Here’s him worried about Sam finding out about his regression that the thought of this looking as if they were dating didn’t even cross his mind.

But now that he was thinking about it, he did like Cas. He’s a great Caregiver and he’s always been so kind to Dean even outside his regression. What if they were something more than just Caregiver and Regressor?

These are thoughts for another day when he isn’t so stressed about this stupid hunt!

A small blush started to creep onto Dean’s cheeks at the thoughts circling his brain.

“What? No. No we aren’t a couple.” Dean tried to say as cool as usual.

“Really? Because you seen all flustered at the thought of it.” Sam chuckled.

“No we aren’t dating Sammy. I would’ve told you if we were.”

There was silence in the car again until another question popped up.

“But you like Castiel?”

Dean’s heart dropped. Of course he liked Castiel. He meant everything to his little side. But he always meant everything to him outside of his regression. But this question wasn’t meant for that answer…but Dean still answered it.

“I mean…I don’t know, maybe. Would that be so wrong?” Dean asked with s pounding heart.

Sam shook his head, “No dude that wouldn’t be wrong at all. I mean if you like Cas that much maybe you should ask him.”

Relief filled Dean’s soul. Even though it wasn’t relief to his stresses about his regression, it was relief that his brother, despite everything, still loved and accepted Dean for who he was.

“Maybe I will, maybe I will.” Dean smirked. “What about you? Anyone on your radar?”

Now it was Sam’s turn to turn pink, “What? No. No, there’s no one on my radar.”

“I don’t know, I hear you always on the phone with someone. Maybe they’re a special someone?”

“Yeah you wish.” Sam chuckled.

“More like you wish.” Dean chuckled back. “Come oooooooooonnnnnnnnn, who are they?”

Sam smiled as his face got more pink. But he looked a little nervous at the admission, “He’s…um…he’s unexpectedly really kind.”

“He?” Dean laughed, “Would you look at us Sammy?” He laughed. Sam laughed too. Would you look at them. Both perfectly accepted for who they were.

“Just make sure whoever this he is knows that if he hurts you I’ll kill him.”

Sam chuckled, “Yeah? Okay Dean.” He rolled his eyes playfully.

“I’m not kidding I will! This guy better watch out.” Dean added trying his best to be intimidating.

~~~

Castiel’s plan was simply yet perfect for Dean. Dean’s biggest fear is regressing in his sleep and waking up to a wet bed. The solution? He secretly wears his usual diapers to bed.

But how will he get around Sam seeing?

Well every night he’ll take a shower and hide the diaper his pajamas. After he’s showered he’ll change into a diaper and just hop into bed, go straight under the covers and avoiding Sam’s detection all together.

Then in the morning he’ll wake up early, get changed while Sam sleeps and throw the wet diaper away.

It’s a fool proof plan Cas came up with!

They traveled all day and settled into their hotel for the night. Sam sat at the hotel’s table and researched away the case.

“Apparently there’s been a lot of mysteries happening to couples in the area dating back to the 1600s. Most called it witchcraft.” Sam explained.

Dean sighed, “So we’re dealing with witches?”

“Sounds like it.” Sam sighed back closing his computer before getting up to flop into his hotel bed.

Dean took it as his que to get ready for bed. With shaking hands he grabbed his pajamas with the diaper hidden inside and stood up.

“You need the bathroom before I shower?”

“Ummmm, no. No, you’re all good. Thanks.” Sam replied before turned his attention back to his phone.

Dean nodded before slipping inside. With the door shut behind him, he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

After a shower and a quick change, Dean was shaking from nerves…again. With his diaper on under his clothes he feared the couple of steps from bathroom to bed would scream to Sam that he was wearing a diaper.

But it didn’t. Dean carefully made his way back to his bed and under the covers before Sam has even realized he left the bathroom.

When he did realize, Sam got up to use the bathroom himself. When he returned he turned off the light and wish his brother a good night before heading off to bed himself.

The plan worked!! Dean turned to his side and closed his eyes. Castiel’s plan had worked! Sam never said or suspected a thing!

“Thank you Cas.” Dean called out silently to the Angel.

A warm and calm presence wrapped around Dean, causing him to know the Angel got his message. His eyes slipped close as he felt safe enough to fall asleep.

~~~

The plan was fool proof. As the next day arrived Sam never got suspicious of Dean and his diaper.

They went out and talked to the police as they began their investigation of the murders. Then spent the rest of the day in the local library looking into the historical records.

“There,” Sam pointed out, “There’s a florist down the road from here that used to be the home of a famous witch’s house before she was evicted and well…” he trailed off.

“My guess is if they’re here, that’s where they would be hiding out.”

Dean yawned before patting Sam back, “Good work Sammy!”

He looked up at the clock in the library. It was too late to go today, this would have to be a mission for tomorrow. “Come on, let’s call it a day. We’ll go tomorrow.”

Sam nodded, rubbing his tired eyes, “Yeah that’s a good idea.”

~~~

After eating some take out, both Winchester were exhausted after a long day of working and researching. Both laid on their respective beds absolutely tired.

Dean didn’t feel like a shower tonight, too exhausted to pull himself into the shower and back into bed. But he did need to get changed discreetly. So he grabbed his pajamas, hidden diaper and tooth brush and went into the bathroom.

Dean changed for the night and was beginning to brush his teeth. He wasn’t in there long, maybe about 10 minutes when there was a frantic knock at the bathroom door.

“Dean…a-are you going to be long?” Sam asked with a worried tone to his voice.

“No, why what’s the-.” Dean opened the bathroom door, tooth brush still in mouth when he was ripped out of the bathroom by Sam. He promptly slammed the door in Dean’s face.

Dean stood there, a bit taken back. A thousand thoughts ran through his head as to what happened to his brother, but one image stayed in his mind. Sam was holding himself, as if he was about to have an accident.

Dean was sure he saw it, a move he himself had done on occasion when he was so deep into his little headspace he almost forgot to go potty. Could Sam be…What?! No. No! Well…maybe?

With a thousand thoughts running through his head, Dean took a seat on his bed and continued to brush his teeth. Eventually Sam walked out of the bathroom, face red as an apple and avoiding Dean’s eyes.

Dean went to the bathroom himself, spit out his tooth paste and slipped back into his bed. Sam seemed as though he wanted to go right back to bed and avoid everything all together, but Dean on the other hand want to ask him questions.

“You okay Sammy?”

“Yeah! Yeah, I just…I just really needed to go pot-…really needed to go pee. That’s all.” Sam explained, face red as ever. “You were in there forever!”

“I was not!”

“You were too!”

“I was maybe in there for 5 minutes!” Dean complained.

“No! You were in there for wayyyyy longer. I was dying out here.”

Dean wanted to ask and say so much more, but he could see the topic easy really starting to get to Sam who was gripping his blanket to the point of almost ripping it.

“Alright, alright maybe I was in there for too long. I’m sorry. I just…I just wanted to ask because I’m was worried maybe you were feeling sick or something.” Dean asked, starting to sound sincere.

Sam’s grip on the blanket ceased when he heard Dean’s honest answer. “I’m fine Dean. Like I said…just had to go pee.”

“Okay, I was just worried. Good night Sammy. Sleep well.”

“You too Dean.” Sam added before turning over and going to sleep.

Dean turns over as well and tried to go to sleep but his mind races with a thousand possibilities, one of them being Sam as another Little just like him.

~~~

Dean slept past his alarm and woke up a lot later than he wanted. He remembered hearing Sam on the phone with someone then the sound of the hotel room door closing.

His eyes fluttered open as he moved his thumb from his mouth to rub his tired eyes. WAIT. Dean sat up and moved his thumb far away from his mouth, wiping his face on his sleeve of any remaining drool.

He looked around frantically but thankfully his brother was out. He didn’t see Sam meaning Sam maybe didn’t see him sucking his thumb.

Dean sighed. He just wanted this case to be over so he could just go back to cuddling with Castiel and watch Scooby Doo.

But maybe they could wrap this case up today or tomorrow, then the idea of being with his Caregiver wasn’t such a far off idea.

Dean pulled himself out of bed and quickly got changed before Sam came back to the hotel room. In his hands were two plastic bags from the supermarket.

“Where have you been?” Dean asked.

“Good morning to you to sleeping beauty.” Sam joked quickly stashing one of the bags by his stuff before setting the other on the table. “I just had to grab something at the store for myself but I was kind enough to get us breakfast too.”

Sam threw Dean a box onto the bed he was sitting on. Dean leaned forward and grabbed the box, looking back up at Sam like he was crazy.

“What hell is this?”

“What do you mean?”

Dean help up the box of granola bars, “This is breakfast?”

“What? I always eat those for breakfast?”

“That’s because you’re 80. I can’t eat this! I need a real breakfast!” Dean could hear the twinge of his littler self in his voice.

“Come on dude, really?” Sam sighed.

Dean crossed his arms, “Really. I don’t want to eat this…this healthy stuff.” He felt the urge to stomp his foot but quickly stopped himself.

He uncrossed his arms and cleared his throat and tried to push his little headspace down, “Come on, let’s go get some real food. My treat.”

“I’ll umm….I’ll meet you there, I just need to go to the bathroom real fast and get changed…into my suit! For the case of course.” Sam tried to right away convince. But Dean could sense there was something more.

But he didn’t question it. He just took the que right away, “Don’t take too long, I’m starving. Meet you at the car.” He smile to try and reassure his brother before grabbing his keys and exiting the hotel room.

~~~

They never talked about it. Not at the breakfast diner nor at the drive to the florist. It didn’t stop Dean from having a million thoughts about what was happening.

It wasn’t his business, he knew it wasn’t. He asked Sam if he was okay, and he said he was. That was as far as he wanted to get into. But it was hard to stop himself from the thousand of possibilities running through his mind, mostly his brother being a Regressor like him.

But they had a case to get back to! So with stomachs full of pancakes they were in search of the witch florist! There was just one issue…the address they had was wrong.

So they drove, and drove, and drove around the town in search of this damn florist! Finally after a hour of driving around this stupid town they found the florist hidden away off the main road.

When the two walked through the door, the smell of the flowers practically smacked them in the face. Immediately both were taken back by the intensity.

“Boys! Welcome!” A woman at the counter welcomed them. “What brings you in today? Looking to get something for your girlfriends?” She should only know.

Sam walked around the flower shop while Dean walked to the counter, “I’m agent Graham and he’s agent Mobius. We’re investigating the murders of Julia and Andrews. The police told us they visited here before they were found well…”

“I heard. Oh it was terrible what happened to that lovely couple. They were so young and vibrant. It’s a shame really.”

“What were they in for?”

“Well, they seemed to be having some relationship issues. Apparently he never bought her any flowers. So she dragged him in here to get her some.”

“What flowers did they get?”

“Oh they got these ones over here.” The older woman led the way through the florist shop. Dean nodded his head to Sam to check the back while he walked with the older woman to another part of the story. He nodded back and went to it.

Dean followed the older woman as she made her way through the store. The store was loaded with different flowers, all different colors, sizes and scents. It was starting to get to him a bit. He felt dizzy.

“How long have you guys been here?” He asked.

“Oh, for many many years child.”

Child? That’s a strange nickname. But she’s old…old people have strange nicknames he guesses.

“Here we are. They ordered these.” She pulled a white flower out from a bundle and handed it to him. “They’re in season right now, take a whiff.”

Dean looked at the flower then looked at her. He needed to buy Sam some time anyway, plus what was one extra flower when he was smelling all of them since he entered the damn place. He brought the flower close and took a whiff.

Suddenly it was as if smell had punched him in the gut. He gasped and dropped the flower as he felt himself quickly being thrown into his little headspace without any control.

“What the hell was that?!” He backed up.

“Such big language for such a young boy like yourself. You hunters really should be more careful considering your headspaces.”

Dean could feel himself not only regressing but getting really tired really fast. He needed to get Sam and they needed to get out of here NOW.

He started to backtrack but he wasn’t as coordinated as he was before. He swayed from one wall to the other, trying to get to where Sam was.

“Sammy!!”

“Oh I’m sure your brother is being taken good care of.” He heard the older woman call out from behind.

He was moving more slowly, his eyes drooping and his regression taking hold. Tears fell from his eyes. “S-S- ‘ammy!” He wanted his brother! He would protect him. He would save him from this lady! He’s always so smart and he always has a good plan!

But before Dean could reach him fell to the ground, his head swirling. He look to the side and there was his brother, sound asleep on the floor just a little away from him.

“ ‘ammy.” Dean muttered, reaching his arm out to his brother before his eyes rolled back. He fell into a deep sleep as he longed for his stuffies, his toys, his sippy cup and most of all his Angel.

(AN- Oh no! Our boys are in peril! Don’t worry I’m currently writing part 2 while you’re reading this. Let me know how you enjoyed this change of fic writing. It’s a little darker than what I normally write but I kind of like the change a bit! I’ve got a darker moon knight fic in mind too. Let me know if you’d read something like that too. But back to this fic…what’s going on with Sam👀 Who’s he on the phone with all the time?👀 What’s up with that? All shall be revealed in part 2 with is from Sam’s POV. Stay tuned!)

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love-and-greta · 2 years ago

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Birdie

Dusting another one off the shelf. I think I wrote this one about a year ago…I can’t believe I’m just now getting the courage to post my work! I don’t normally write smut, but this was my attempt. So enjoy!

Summary: the “Birdie” origin story. Y/n and Josh are at the bar with his brothers.

Warnings: smut! (18+ please!), unprotected sex (don’t forget to wrap it up folks!), some angst, and a sprinkle of fluff :)

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“Alright, first round is on me, then you’re all on your fucking own for the rest of the night,” Jake teased as he passed out shots of tequila to the four of you sitting at the round bar table. You reached over to grab two limes off of the tray in Jake’s hands.

“Such a gentleman,” you smirked, handing one of the slices to Josh.

“If I keep buying you drinks all night, then I have to keep buying these mother fuckers drinks too,” Jake retorted, pointing his finger at his two brothers, Josh and Sam. “And honestly, I don’t feel like wasting my money on them.”

“Wow, really feeling that brotherly love tonight Jake,” Sam gasped, dramatically grasping his chest with one hand.

Josh chuckled, “Don’t worry brother, I’m perfectly capable of taking care of my own lady.”

Josh then held up his shot glass, and turned towards you, a smile spreading across his face. “And speaking of, here’s to finally showing y/n here what Frankenmuth is all about!”

The band had some time off before heading back out on tour, and the three Kiszka brothers had decided to visit home for a few days to spend some quality time with their parents. Josh had insisted that you come with him so he could share is hometown with you. You loved traveling with Josh and couldn’t pass up learning more about his childhood, so you immediately took him up on the offer. Selfishly, you also wanted to spend as much time with Josh as possible before he left for the first leg of the tour.

You reached one hand over to Josh, squeezing his thigh, “I’ll cheers to that!” You replied holding up your glass with your other hand, smiling back at him.

“Bajabule baby,” Josh leaned in giving you a quick kiss to your lips.

The two of you then clinked glasses and threw back the tequila, quickly bringing the limes to your mouths to soften the blow of the liquor, your eyes never leaving each other’s.

“Honestly, I think sometimes they forget we are even here,” you heard Jake muttering to Sam.

“Oh to be young and in love,” Sam sighed.

“Okay just shut up and take your shot.” Jake shook his head, trying to hide the smirk pulling at the corners of his lips.

“You know we’re your favorites, aside from Jita of course,” Josh teased, finally directing his attention towards his twin brother.

“Yeah yeah yeah…why don’t you two lovebirds go get the next round and Sammy and I will go find an open pool table?” Jake replied getting up from the table, motioning to Sam to follow him.

As the two brothers walked away, Josh pulled you up from your seat and wrapped his arms around your waist. You slid your hands up his chest and around his neck, pulling him in closer to you.

“Lovebirds, huh?” Josh said quietly, placing a kiss on the crook of your neck. “I think I like the sound of that.” He lifted his head to look into your eyes once more, and smiled.

“My Birdie.”

You instantly felt butterflies in your stomach hearing this new nickname and you felt a blush creep across your cheeks.

“Your Birdie,” you whispered, leaning in, brushing your lips against his. You felt Josh smile before pulling you into a deep kiss. You tangled your fingers into the curls on the back of his head, causing him to moan quietly into your lips. Quickly getting lost in the moment, you deepened the kiss even more, allowing Josh’s tongue to slip past your lips. Josh knew exactly how to make you feel like the only one in the room, the only one in his universe.

“Hey!” You were rapidly pulled out of the moment by Jake’s voice booming from across the bar.

“Did the lovebirds already forget they were on drink duty??” Jake questioned teasingly.

Josh threw his head back, laughing loudly and flashed Jake his middle finger.

“We better get those drinks before Jake disowns us,” you giggled.

“Alright, let’s go,” Josh relented, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the bar.

———

As the night progressed, the drinks kept flowing steadily and the four of you were having a blast playing pool and singing along to the jukebox. The guys had a near constant stream of old acquaintances and fans stopping by your table to congratulate them on the success of their band. Despite the continual interruptions, Josh never left your side, always having some part of his body touching yours. You had never felt more proud of them than you did at this moment. Seeing how much their music had impacted the lives of so many people left you feeling emotional and you couldn’t wipe the smile from your face even if you tried.

Eventually, the many drinks in your system got to you and you excused yourself to the restroom.

“Do you want me to come with you, Birdie?” Josh asked sweetly, emphasizing your new nickname.

“No, I’ll leave you to your fans, Joshy,” you winked at him and headed towards the bathroom.

As you were sitting in the stall, thinking about how much you fun you were having tonight, you heard two females enter the bathroom.

“Did you see Josh’s new fling? Wonder how long that one is going to last,” one of the girls snickered.

“I give it a few more months. Josh doesn’t know how to keep his pants zipped when he’s on tour. At least that’s how it was when I was fucking him,” the other girl replied.

Your heart instantly dropped and you felt sick to your stomach. Surely your relationship with Josh was different, right? You guys loved each other and Josh repeatedly reminded you how much he was going to miss you while he was away.

“If you don’t think it’s that serious, maybe you should make a move,” the first voice suggested.

“No I’ll let her have her fun. He’ll come crawling back once he’s done with her. He always does.”

The two girls finished what they were doing and walked back out of the bathroom. You felt your eyes starting to well up with tears. In your drunken state, you believed every word you heard. What is wrong with you? What makes you think you’re anything special to him when he’s just going to be leaving you behind to have his fun on tour?, you thought to yourself, tears now streaming down your face. You exited the stall and walked over to the sink to clean yourself up. You decided you were just going to head back to the hotel room Josh had booked for the two of you. You couldn’t go back to the guys after what you had just overheard.

You quickly left the bathroom, keeping your head down as you made your way to the front door. You were so preoccupied with your thoughts that you didn’t notice Jake standing in your direct path.

“Hey y/n, where are you going?”

“Oh uh, h-hi Jake,” you stuttered, averting your eyes. “I’m not feeling too hot so I think I’m just going to head back to the hotel.”

“Is everything okay? Do you want me to go get Josh?” Jake asked worriedly.

“No, no it’s okay. Can you just let him know I’m leaving?” You replied, already starting to walk away. You rushed towards the door, not even bothering to listen to Jake’s response.

You burst through the front door, feeling the cold air hit your face. You felt stupid for reacting the way that you were, but the alcohol wasn’t helping you calm down any. You just needed to be alone to try to sort through everything you were feeling. The possibility that things between Josh and you weren’t as serious as you thought they were, was shattering your heart into a million pieces. He was everything to you and you truly thought he had felt the same way.

The door suddenly opened, revealing Josh, a panic stricken look on his face.

“Babe, what’s wrong? Are you alright? Jake said you weren’t feeling good. Why didn’t you come tell me?” Josh threw question after question at you, not even waiting for a response before wrapping his arms around you tightly.

Feeling his warm embrace brought tears back to your eyes and you tried to hide the sob that escaped your lips.

“Josh, I just need to go back to the hotel. Don’t worry about me, okay?” You began pulling away but Josh quickly grabbed onto your arm holding you in place.

“Birdie, tell me what’s wrong,” Josh pleaded.

“I really don’t want to do this right now…” you said quietly, turning your face away from him.

“You really don’t want to do this right now,” Josh repeated softly to himself. “Did I do something wrong? I thought we were having a great time…” Josh was quiet for a few minutes and seemed to be thinking to himself.

“Did something happen in the bathroom babe? Did someone hurt you?” Josh asked suddenly, panic slowly taking over his facial expressions again.

“No, I’m not hurt Josh,” you quickly reassured him.

“God damnit Birdie, tell me what’s wrong. You’re killing me here,” Josh pleaded again.

You couldn’t stand the worried look on his face any longer.

“Josh…I-I I just don’t know if I can do this anymore…”, you finally answered, your voice barely above a whisper.

“You what??” Josh replied angrily. “What are you talking about y/n?”

“I don’t want to hold you back from having fun when you leave. I don’t think I could physically handle it if you wanted to see other people while you’re away,” you quickly blurted out. You were too afraid to look into Josh’s eyes and opted to look down at your scuffed up boots. Tears began falling heavily from your eyes, making a small wet patch on the pavement.

“What the hell happened in that bathroom? Where are you even fucking getting these ideas from?” Josh yelled. “I’ve never said or have done anything to make you believe there is anyone else but you y/n!”

You and Josh had never gotten into a heated argument before, and the fact that you two were intoxicated didn’t make it any better. Josh had never raised his voice at you and you could tell that he felt terrible for doing so. He slowly placed one hand on your waist and lifted your chin with the other to look him in his eyes.

“Please baby…”, he said quietly.

“I overheard some girls talking about you in the bathroom. They said I was just another fling and that one of them was just waiting for you to ‘crawl’ back to them after you’ve had your fun with me…”, you spoke quietly, your lips quivering.

“And you honestly believe that Birdie?” Josh questioned.

“Yes, no…I don’t know.” You looked back down at your feet, starting to feel embarrassed by your own thoughts.

“First of all, I really wish you would have come and talked to me before running off and drunkenly deciding to end our relationship. I know exactly who you are talking about and will explain everything to you if you’re willing to listen,” Josh said calmly.

“I’m listening…” you replied, slowly looking back up at him.

“Thank you babe,” Josh smiled tentatively. “Way way before I met you, I used to casually see this girl whenever I was back home. I let her know it wasn’t anything serious but eventually she wanted more and I broke it off with her because I didn’t have any serious feelings for her. She apparently was pissed about that and tried to make me look bad by telling everyone I was cheating on her while away on tour, even though we were never officially together. Luckily, everyone who is important to me knew the truth behind that situation. It’s sad that she is still trying to spread those rumors though. I think her seeing me with you, extremely happy, made her jealous again.” Josh took a pause to look into your eyes. “I am so sorry you had to hear those words come out of her mouth, especially when there isn’t any truth to them. You mean the world to me Birdie, and I would never do anything to jeopardize what we have. I can whole heartedly promise you that.”

You stood there quietly, soaking in everything Josh had just told you. You felt stupid for questioning Josh’s loyalty and felt your face growing warm with embarrassment.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come to you first Josh,” you finally replied. “It’s not an excuse, but I’m definitely drunk and I let my emotions get the better of me…and I think I’m just really going to miss you babe.” Your tears started to run freely again thinking about not seeing Josh every day.

Josh quickly reached up to wipe the tears from your face.

“I promise you I’m not going anywhere. And I’m never going to be too busy to answer your calls or texts. Unless I’m on stage in front of hundreds of people,” Josh teased, bringing a smile to your face. “Well, maybe I can bring you up on stage with me. That would be fun, eh?” He continued to jest.

Seeing Josh smile instantly lightened your mood. You wrapped your arms around his neck and touched your forehead to his.

“I love you Josh,” you said quietly. “I’m sorry I ruined our night.”

“I love you too Birdie,” Josh responded, kissing your forehead gently. “And you didn’t ruin the night. It doesn’t have to end here if you don’t want it to. Will you come back inside with me?”

“Yes, as long as we head straight to the bar. I need another drink after all of that,” you teased.

Josh chuckled and laced his fingers in yours, leading you back inside.

“Come on baby, the night is all ours.”

———

You and Josh sat down at the bar and were immediately joined by Jake.

“Glad to see you’re feeling better sweets,” Jake slurred, placing his arm around your shoulders.

“Just how much have you had to drink while I’ve been gone?” You giggled.

“Enough.” Jake winked at you and looked over at Josh. “A round of Casamigos brother?” Jake requested.

“Already on their way Jakey,” Josh replied, saluting his brother.

The bartender placed the shots in front of the three of you, along with a plate of limes and a salt shaker.

Josh picked up your hand, brought it to his lips and licked a stripe across the top. He then poured some salt over the top and flashed you a toothy grin.

“Oh here we fucking go again,” Jake groaned, throwing his hands up in the air.

“Oh get over yourself Jake,” you laughed, lifting your shot glass into the air, and licked the salt off your hand.

“Bajabule boys.”

The three of you downed the tequila quickly, slamming the glasses back down onto the countertop.

“Alright, to the pool tables! I still need to kick your ass Joshy,” Jake exclaimed, reaching over and rustling his hair.

“Hey now brother, that took a lot of effort to make my hair look this good tonight,” Josh said swatting Jake’s hand away. You laughed watching the twins torment each other for a little while.

Eventually Josh got up. “We’ll be over there soon Jake. I wanna dance with Birdie for a little bit first.” He pulled you up from your seat and led you over to the small dance floor in the corner of the bar.

“Now that I finally have you alone…,” Josh said softly. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you flush against his body. You immediately ran your hands up his chest and around his neck and began to sway side to side.

“Now that you have me alone…,” you whispered back into his ear. Josh bent his head down and kissed the top of your shoulder, one hand sliding down towards your backside. You laced your fingers through his hair and brought your lips to his, kissing him slowly, trying to convey how much you loved him through this simple act. Josh returned the kiss with fervor and you opened your mouth to let his tongue slide in. You both sighed quietly and pulled each other as close as you could, still swaying gently to the music. In that moment, you knew you needed Josh right then and there.

“Bathroom, now,” you said quickly, pulling away just enough to look into Josh’s eyes.

“Alright, well I’m definitely coming with you this time,” Josh smirked.

“Definitely,” you replied, already dragging him through the bar to the restrooms.

Seeing that the coast was clear, you pulled Josh through the bathroom door, immediately locking it behind you.

Josh spun you around and pushed you up against the wall, crashing his lips into yours. You threaded your fingers back into his hair and gently pulled at his curls, making him moan into your mouth.

“Fuck baby, I love when you do that,” Josh muttered against your lips. He then began trailing his kisses across your jaw and down your neck, stopping at your collarbone to suck on your skin there.

“Oh god Josh I need you so badly,” you whined, holding his head against your chest.

Josh quickly straightened up and began helping you unbutton your pants. He slipped his hand in past your waistband and began rubbing you over your silk underwear, slowly circling over your clit. You bucked against his hand and moaned loudly into his lips. Josh responded by pushing your underwear to the side and slipped one finger slowly into you, keeping this thumb pushed up against your now sensitive bud. He began pumping into you and you could already feel an orgasm building up inside of you.

“I love the foreplay babe, but I need you inside of me now,” you said breathlessly.

Josh chuckled, “Your wish is my command love.” He withdrew his hand and immediately pulled his pants and boxers down, letting his already hard cock spring free. You finished taking your pants off and reached forward to stroke Josh a few times. His eyes rolled back slightly at the touch and he pulled you in for another kiss, quickly entangling your tongue with his. Josh then picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist, pushing you back up against the wall. He positioned himself at your entrance and pulled his head back to look into your eyes.

“Ready baby?” You bit your bottom lip, nodding vigorously. Josh slowly pushed into you and you both moaned at the close contact.

“Fuck babe, you feel so good,” Josh uttered, his face against your chest. He began pumping in and out, gaining speed as he went. The angle that he had you in had you crying out in ecstasy with every thrust. It wasn’t long before you felt your walls beginning to flutter.

“Oh god Josh, I think I’m going to cum,” you cried out.

“Let go baby, I’ve got you. I’m right behind you,” Josh urged, reaching between the two of you and placing his thumb back onto your clit. It was only a few seconds later that Josh had you tumbling over the edge in pure bliss. He held you tightly against him and rocked back into you a few more times before reaching his own climax.

Josh slowly lowered the two of you down to the floor, never letting go of you. You brought your lips back to his and kissed him slowly, while you both worked on catching your breath.

Josh pulled back to look into your eyes, and grabbed both sides of your face with his hands.

“Do you know how much I fucking love you Birdie?”, he asked softly.

“I do,” you replied, “because I love you that much too.”

You smiled at each other and then took in your surroundings.

“Well I guess we can cross ‘a dirty ass Frankenmuth dive bar bathroom’ off our list,” Josh chuckled, kissing your nose. You giggled and untangled yourself from Josh to stand up.

“We better get back out there before Jake realizes we ditched him to have sex in the bathroom.”

“Yeah, we’re already as good as dead babe.”

#greta van fleet #josh gvf #josh kiszka #fanfic #gvf fanfiction #gvf fluff #gvf smut #jake kiszka #jake gvf

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 2 years ago

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To Be Loved

Summary; Steve loves Nancy, yn loves Steve. Then Billy comes along and feelings are shaken up.

Warnings; Angst, Jealousy, unrequited feelings or are they? Swearing. Fluff. Buckle up, this is a long fic.

This is my first story after my break, please be patient with me while I begin my writing journey once more 💕

I don't give permission for anyone to copy my work.

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Billy is alive so not s4 compliant.

When she was very young yn dreamed of a Prince Charming to whisk her away from Hawkins and to live a happy ever after.

Of course, as the years passed she grew disillusioned with the idea and thought them to be childish hopes, even if somewhere deep down she was still waiting for her charming man- she would never admit to it.

Then over a year ago, Steve Harrington came into her life unexpectedly, he was no longer King Steve, he was kinder and sweeter and he became her friend.

They met through Dustin Henderson, she was his babysitter even though he grumbled about being too old to need a babysitter he was a great kid.

The fact that Dustin and Steve became friends and had a brotherly bond warmed her heart.

Seeing him be so sweet with Dustin was one of the reasons she began to fall for Steve.

Not that it mattered because he was head over heels in love with Nancy Wheeler, Nancy who was perfect and could do no wrong, was badass and smart as a whip.

Then came his crush on Robin and then hookups with different girls than his feelings for Nancy came roaring back to the surface and they had started dating again.

That's when she realised that Steve would never notice her the way she wanted him to.

Over the last month, she had begun dating Billy Hargrove. The events over the summer had shown him in a different light, he was still arrogant at times, but he had finally started acting like a decent big brother to Max and apologised for his previous behaviour.

She believed in second chances and decided to give Billy one. If he ruined that chance then there wouldn't be another.

Max knew and she wasn't thrilled about it.

"Billy will break your heart, you know that right? Just because he's stopped being a shithead, for now, doesn't mean it will last forever"

"I know that Max. I'll be careful okay?" this appeased the redhead only slightly.

"Have you told Steve and Robin about Billy? can't wait to be there for that conversation"

Max had her there because no she hadn't told Robin or Steve, especially not Steve. After all, he hated Billy (with very good reason) and vice versa.

"No but I will alright?" Max huffs then eyes her scrutinizingly.

"This has nothing to do with Steve and Nancy, right? The fact that you spent a whole weekend crying in your room when you found out they got back together?"

How did she know... Dustin told her! That little shit!

"It's nothing to do with Steve" she murmurs and looks away from Max. Was her crush that obvious that everyone knew of it?

💕💕

Her shift with Robin was peaceful that night but guilt weighed on her that she hadn't told Robin about Billy.

It turns out that the decision was taken out of her hands that night when Billy picked her up after work for their date.

Robin gaped between the two of them as Billy's arm slipped around her waist.

"Omg Billy is your new boyfriend. I was so sure it was Eddie Munson or someone like that...

"Steve is gonna freak when he finds out, I'm kinda hurt you never told me but woah! Steve is gonna be mad" she said in such a rush that yn told her to take a breath.

Billy rolls his eyes and stamps out a cigarette he was smoking.

"Steve her keeper or something? She doesn't need permission on who to date. Like Steve can talk when he's dating Little Miss priss, Nancy Wheeler" she frowns at Billy who shrugs.

"You coming or not babe?" she nods quickly talking to Robin.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you okay? I was nervous about how you would react. I promise I'll tell Steve" Robin nods but still looks anxious.

"I have a bad feeling about this" Robin grimaces and that warning hangs in the air as she gets in the car with Billy.

❤️❤️

Back to the future was playing at the local cinema but Billy was persuading her to see a Evil Dead.

"Come on babe. I've not seen it yet, kinda had more shit to deal with in the summer" she softens a bit, wishing he would open up about what he went through due to the Mindflayer, was he still having nightmares?

She touches his shoulder and doesn't see Nancy behind them. Nancy's eyes widen and she tries to school her features into a blank expression as Steve joins her with their tickets.

"You okay?" Nancy nods but can't help but sneak another glance at Billy with yn. When did that happen? Steve never mentioned it and she is sure he would considering the fact he hated Billy.

Now one of his best friends was dating the guy... awkward.

It turns out that Steve doesn't know about them dating because the minute he sees Billy and yn together, Billy with his arms around the girl's waist, Steve marches over to them both.

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"What the fuck? You're dating him" as soon as she hears Steves's enraged voice she feels her stomach drop. Shit!

Billy doesn't look fussed one bit.

"Nice to see you too Steve" Steve glares at Billy and looks at her wounded.

"Out of all the guys you could date. You choose him!" Steve's eyes flash at Billy, she is concentrated on Steve and doesn't see the smirk on Billy's face.

"I resent that Harrington. I have plenty to offer a woman, plenty to keep her pleased" she doesn't miss the innuendo in his tone.

"Not helping Billy" she snaps and Nancy tugs Steve's shoulder.

"Let's go, Steve" Steve swallows and looks to her sadly.

"Why didn't you tell me" Billy snorts at this and shrugs.

"Gee man maybe because you act like this?" he motions sarcastically to Steve glaring at him.

"Would you shut the fuck up, Hargrove? I bet you're loving this huh?" Billy smirks.

"She's not yours Steve. She can do what she pleases" The tension grows thicker and she steps in.

"Enough okay. Steve, I'm sorry I didn't tell you okay? I know you hate Billy, and I know he's been an asshole but he's been through shit we can't even imagine" she pauses.

"He needs someone to listen and be there for him". Steve grits his teeth and takes her arm guiding her away from Billy and Nancy.

"He wants to get you into bed yn" she sighs.

"Why can't you trust me, Steve? I know what I'm doing" Steve scowls.

"He's going to hurt you. You don't even see it. You're so naive" she takes a step back and Steve runs his hand through his hair.

"Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that but..." she cuts him off.

"I'm naive. What about you Steve?" he looks confused and she shakes her head.

"You get back with Nancy again! She will hurt you again because she can never decide between you and Jonathan and she will break your heart" his eyes flash annoyed.

"Don't put this on me or bring Nancy into this! We're fine. Nance and I are fine, this is about you and him" he jerks a thumb at Billy, you're blind to his faults"

"Like you aren't with Nancy! She's so perfect to you and the ideal that you never gave anyone else a chance" she blurts out and he scowls.

"I gave other girls a chance but it's Nancy who I belong with".

"Because no one else could compare right?" tears blur her vision and she wipes them away hastily. It's always been the truth but it still makes her heart hurt.

"What's this all about? I'm happy with Nancy so what's the problem?" she stays quiet and buries her feelings away. Like always.

Steve turns the conversation back to Billy.

"You're making a mistake with him yn and you're too stubborn to admit it! Don't come crying to me when he breaks your heart alright!" she glares at him.

"Ditto" she huffs and storms away, Billy chuckles.

"King Steve, you really have a way with women huh?" she tugs on Billy's shirt just wanting to go.

Steve flips him off and goes with Nancy in the opposite direction.

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It had been over a week since her blowout argument with Steve and the silence between the two of them hurt her heart.

She wants to apologise but doesn't know how.

Because it turns out Steve was right, she was naive and she did get hurt by Billy.

Billy who assumed their relationship was casual and they could date other people but not before he spent the days before that rubbing their relationship in Steve's face.

Kissing her whenever Steve was looking, showing up to pick her up from school when Steve was picking up Nancy and Robin.

Flirting with the other senior girls in her class when she wasn't looking...

Shit, she was such a fool.

Steve was on shift with her at Family Video and she tried not to notice the shouting before he came in, the fact him and Nancy were fighting.

Something that was hard to ignore when she saw the devastated look on his face. All she wanted to do was give him a big hug and tell him everything would be okay.

He catches her looking over and slams the VHS tapes into the shelves.

"You can say I told you so" he grumbles and she bites her lip, she doesn't want to fight again.

"I'm not going to say that, you would have to say the same to me anyway," she tells him and shrugs weakly.

Steves eyes flash.

"Did that asshole hurt you?" she shakes her head.

"No, I was stupid to trust him. You were right about that" he moves closer to her and pulls her into a hug.

"I'm sorry. I was a jerk" she relaxes, feeling better than she had been in days.

"I'm sorry too" he rests his head on top of hers.

"God, am I a loser in love or what?" he jokes and she kisses his cheek.

"You and Nancy will work it out" she assures him and he looks unsure.

"You were right. About her and Jonathan. There's always going to be feelings there and I just... It's frustrating you know?" she feels her heart ache for him.

"Steve, you deserve better than constantly feeling like you're not good enough"

"It gets to me. Why am I not enough, it fucking sucks" he closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Steve" she takes his hand and he squeezes it. "You're such a good guy, you're sweet and caring and handsome. You deserve to be loved fully, not by half"

He smiles.

"Yeah, know someone who loves me that much?" he teases and she feels flustered and looks away from him.

The truth is threatening to burst out. Steve softens seeing her agonized face.

"Hey. You okay?" she nods and he keeps looking at her with a concerned expression.

"You can tell me" he murmurs and she feels tears spill down her cheek, he wipes the tears away.

"Woah, hey, hey it's okay. Don't cry. What's wrong?" she wipes her eyes hastily.

"I can't... Please drop it, Steve" he keeps staring at her with that sweet expression and it makes her want to spill how she feels so badly but she can't.

"Is this about what I said? About you knowing someone who is in love with me? It's just a silly joke, I know there is no one" he asks confused.

"Yes there is" she whispers and his eyes widen.

"Wait who?" she cringes and wishes a customer, Robin, anyone would come in right now.

"Yn?" he inquires curiously.

"I do" she admits and he stills. Robin does come in at that point and looks between the two of them.

"Oh shit, did you make her upset you dingus" Steve looks to Robin and back at her still stunned.

"You love me?" he whispers and Robin's eyes widen. Embarrassed she rushes out of the store and into her car.

Why the hell did she tell him? What an idiot!

❤️💕

She didn't know what to say to Steve. How could she take back what she said? It was out in the open now and she was cursing herself for saying anything.

He loved Nancy, not her. This would lead to nothing but a broken heart for her.

When she heads into Family Video she notices Nancy is there with Steve, she's trying to talk to him but he refuses to speak to her.

"We broke up for a reason Nance. Just leave me alone alright?"

They broke up? Guilt churns in her stomach that she admitted she loved him. Was that part of the reason?

Not wanting to disturb them she heads into the back and is stunned to see the back door open and Billy sprawled on the floor nursing a beer.

"Uh, does Steve know your here?" Billy snorts.

"When would he notice? he's spent half an hour arguing with Wheeler." she eyes the beer and his tired eyes and feels a tug on her heart.

"I can drive you home if you like?" he swallows and nods.

"Thanks, don't know why I ended up here. Just kinda stumbled in a daze. Woke up from a nap that was full of fucking nightmares and just wanted to forget shit" she rubs his arm soothingly.

"You need a friend, someone to speak to about this who will help you, a therapist" he glares at her then loses the harsh look.

"Would you go with me?" he asks quietly and she nods squeezing his hand.

He gets up and is unsteady on his feet. His eyes are wet and she hugs him.

"What the hell is he doing here?" she hears Steve's voice call out and turns to find him staring at her and Billy.

"He's drunk Steve, I'm going to take him home".

"You lay a finger on her" Steve warns Billy who flips him off.

"Fuck off" she steps between the two of them sensing danger.

"Steve, I'll be fine. Billy, come on" she takes his hand and Steve's eyes darken a little or maybe she was imagining that?

Billy follows her out and sprawls in the backseat.

"Thank you for doing this," he says after a moment and she nods. She couldn't leave him like that.

"It's okay" he groans as he sits up and rubs his head.

"Steve wasn't happy" he comments and she nods, yup. She knows that.

"I couldn't leave you like that, Steve will understand. He's just protective" Billy grins and his blue eye shine mischievously.

"Aw honey. He's out of his mind with jealousy" she gapes then laughs.

"He is not jealous, he'll be back with Nancy sooner or later no doubt" Billy rolls his eyes.

"Like that will last. They aren't meant to be together babe. Anyone can see that"

There's no way she was entertaining that idea. Steve wasn't jealous, there was no way.

"You didn't see his face when we were together babe. Granted he hates me as much as I hate him but this was different. He loves you, even if he doesn't realise it yet"

Her heart is racing but she refuses to let herself hope and concentrates on getting Billy home and in bed which takes a lot longer than planned as Max gives him an earful when they head in.

After calling Robin to explain on the landline, and Robin offering to cover her shift (which she's very grateful for) she helps Billy get into bed where he falls into a deep sleep.

By the end of it, she's exhausted but makes sure Max is okay.

When that is finally done it's past eleven and she heads home.

❤️❤️

There's a light tapping at her window and she wakes in a daze. Someone is outside and she nearly screams out loud until she realises that its Steve.

Sleepily she gets up and opens the window bracing against the chilly air.

"Steve. What are you doing here?" he sits on her bed.

"I got worried when you didn't show up for your shift and wanted to check on you"

"That's sweet. It could have waited until morning though. You could have frozen out there. How did you even get on my roof?"

"Stealthy like a ninja" he teases and it makes her giggle. He bites his lip.

"I wanted to talk about what you said. You told me you loved me" shit. This was the crux of the situation.

Tonight she would be brave and tell him what he wanted to know. Brace for his inevitable rejection.

"I meant it. I know you don't feel the same though, I'm not Nancy" he stands up and reaches out to stroke her cheek.

"We broke up, she still loves Jonathan. I was tired of feeling second best. We are over for good" she gently strokes his hand with her fingers.

"I'm sorry about you and Nancy" he nods.

"About what you said"... oh boy, she was dreading this.

''Look, Steve even if you did feel the same I would just worry I was some sort of second choice or a rebound" he softens.

"You could never ever be a second choice or a rebound sweetheart" she peers up at him.

"You know Billy had some silly idea last night that you were out of your mind with jealousy about me and him"

He moves closer to her and it makes her heart race.

"Doesn't sound silly to me" Wait... what? Steve gazes at her, expression full of tenderness.

"God, you're beautiful and I am an idiot who should have noticed what has been in front of him this whole time" okay she was dreaming right now wasn't she? She pinches herself lightly to be sure.

Okay, not dreaming. Fuck. This was really happening.

"Tell me," he asks her softly and she feels tingles run up and down her body as he takes her hand and presses a delicate kiss on her palm.

"Steve" she can barely breathe as he presses another kiss there.

Their eyes lock and she grins.

"I love you" his lips meet hers and it feels incredible, everything she has ever dreamed about. He presses feather light kisses t her hair.

"I love you, sweetheart. Im sorry I took so long to realise but I plan to make it up to you, show you how much I love you every single day" she beams.

"Every day huh?" he nods and pulls her closer to him, so her body is flush against his.

"Starting right now"

❤️

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington angst #stranger things x reader

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strangeshoepatrolbandit · 2 years ago

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"Brotherly Love" announcement.

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Hi, I'm here to talk about my short series, Brotherly Love. As we know, it has been finished, but I am going to write short stories about reader, following the events of the last chapter. So please take your liking of a prompt and who you want in the story, and I will try my best to write it. You can choose more than one prompt, and I would like it if you sent a request rather than a comment if you do decide to participate.

Main-characters: Y/N(obviously), Jason Todd, Damian Al-Ghul/Wayne.

Side/minor-charecters: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Kon Kent, Jon Kent, Talia Al-Ghul, Roy Harper, Clark Kent, Alfred Pennyworth.

Minor OC characters: Reign, Penelope, Haven, Arkin.

Series Masterlist

If a prompt is crossed out, it has already been used.

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1. "You interrupt my reading once more, and this book will become a lethal weapon."

2. "We have a problem." "And it's another Tuesday, what's your point?"

3. "There's will always be a home for you here."

4. "Oh, I'm sorry is the sound of me winning too loud for you?"

5. "It's nothing, just a scratch."

6. "I'm a monster." "No, you're not."

7. "I'm listening to you, I'm just not paying attention."

8. "Insanity runs in my family, it practically gallops."

9. "Somebody's cranky." "Somebody needs to shut up."

10. "Hey, I just wanted to check if your okay, you've been listening to SexyBack on repeat for an hour."

11. "Sleep at my place tonight."

12. "One more chapter."

13. "Can you pass me the s-" "No." "...At what point do you become mature?"

14. "Do I look good?" "No." "Very funny."

~☆~

None of these prompts are mine. If you know the original creators of some of them, please mention them in the comments.

Taglist: @sanjanapm

@unofficial-jaytodd-wife

@texaschainslvt

@godknows-shetried

@wendds

@celestair

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wreckingtickles · 11 months ago

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Hellloooo! I'm so glad I found your blog! If you have time, please consider writing drabble/shortfic/"develop scenario into a treatment, breaking down the various story beats" just like you did recently... where shoto todoroki is tickling natsuo? hehehe... I'm definitely okay with non consensual/intense tickles Thank you so much in advance & please no foot tickles hehe... I hope you have a wonderful day & I genuinely love your content! <3

Sure, here's a quick one.

It started as just another day of big bro Natsu putting the fear of god into Todoroki, which he calls "brotherly bonding". He voices his delight that Todoroki doesn't even try to fight back when Natsuo tickles him, he just tries to escape, fails, and takes it.

Todoroki is actually surprised that he's allowed to fight back. Natsuo jokes that it's actually his big brother prerogative to wreck him whenever he feels like it.

Little does he know that Todoroki is an extremely vindictive, methodical ler once he gets permission; the only ones who know are probably Deku, Kiri, and possibly Kami.

Todoroki gives it a couple of days. Maybe even weeks. He doesn't want Natsuo to suspect anything, and he doesn't want anyone in the house who can stop him.

The two of them play some dumb sport Natsuo loves. Then, when he plops down on a bench to have a drink, Todoroki makes his move.

He creates an ice column that encases Natsuo's legs and arms, so now he's not going anywhere. Then, he drags a chair behind Natsuo, who can't get his ass off the bench and can't see Todoroki.

Natsuo realizes what's going on and begins bargaining, but Todoroki has entered his "scary literal unflinching" mindset and there's just no way to stop him.

Todoroki starts at Natsuo's sides, since they're one of the most ticklish spots on Todoroki, and he's not playing around, his hands are already under Natsuo's shirt, squeezing and kneading his flanks.

Natsuo isn't fooling anyone, it's immediately obvious he's ticklish, but he's not laughing hard enough for Todoroki, so he begins scribbling at Natsuo's stomach, and his brother goes from giggling to laughing in 5 seconds flat (horny author's note: as flat as Natsuo's stomach).

Todoroki is just relentless: he isn't just turning the tables on his brother, he's taking revenge for every single time Natsuo has subjected him to big bro tickles all at the same time.

Mid-laughter, Natsuo complains that it's unfair that he can't fight back, so Todoroki... coats his fingers in ice, which doesn't hurt Natsuo due to his Quirk, but they glide even more easily so Natsuo's laughter rises an octave, especially when Todoroki dives in his bellybutton as well.

Natsuo apologizes, it tickles a lot and also it's kind of humiliating, which is Todoroki's cue to change spots and go after his ribs and pits next, which aren't any less sensitive.

Natsuo has never seen that side of his brother, on the one hand it's kind of sweet that he is learning to accept and give physical contact, on the other he is absolutely terrifying and ruthless!! Like he doesn't quite understand what the social norms around it are, so he has no qualms about tickling his brother to tears.

And when he finds that spot at either sid eof Natsuo's chest and digs in there, that is exactly what happens. Except tears won't stop Todoroki, his brother is strong, he can take so much more (eager lee Kirishima has definitely skewed his perception there).

When Todoroki finally frees Natsuo, his brother just crumples to the ground in a pool of sweat despite the ice. He's worked him over good.

A month or so later, Todoroki notices that Natsuo hasn't really tickled him since and confronts him about it. Natsuo is too embarrassed to say that he's afraid of Todoroki's payback, but Todo guesses as much and tells him he can still do it, and he apologizes if he went overboard. Natsuo tells him not to restrain him again, Todo promises, and Natsuo pounces, keen on reestablishing his role as the big brother!

#mha tickle #bnha tickle #tickle content #lee!natsuo #ticklish!natsuo

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leavememorieshere · 11 months ago

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No joke but like I’m writing a whole ass Griffin and Xander Fanfic. It’s about them being brothers and how Griffin feels living with the McCormicks.

Like my obsession with them is slowly coming back and hard 😭.

Not to mention it’s probably better than my first fanfic about them 💀.

I’m honestly surprised tho, I’m also trying to make this fanfic about them into 2 parts instead of just a long one shot but like, chances are I’ll probably mess the writing up if I make a 2 part fanfic because after I finish one part, I’ll forget about writing for the next part and by the time I remember,

My writing would have changed because the feeling that I felt while writing that first part is no longer there.

(Feeling is something important to me while I write something/fanfics, like I put myself in what I think the character I’m writing about feels, it works because it’s either happy or gut-wrenching, plus listening to music, it also helps if you listen to songs that put you into a happy, sad, or romantic mood etc, depending on what your character needs to feel, it helps writing your stories or at least for me).

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hockeylovee12 · 2 years ago

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Chapter Two

Aftermath-Luke Hughes

Summary: Luke Hughes knows he has some explaining to do to his family about his recent trip and normally that would be all that’s on his mind but unfortunately for him there’s something or I should say someone else occupying his mind.

Warnings: family fights, mentions of drinking, swearing, implied sexual activity

A/N this is the second chapter for this story I wrote this in one day because inspiration struck lol. I don’t typically go through and edit my stories just because if I did I’d never post them so I’m sorta an impulsive writer. I really hope you enjoyed and while this chapter does go hand in hand with a whole story I still write one shots if any one has any requests and there are more parts to this story. Ik it didn’t really talk about Izzie that much but I wanted to give an insight into Lukes life a little more and I also enjoyed writing some of the brotherly bonding stuff. feel free to ask me any requests or start a conversation with me! And I hope you enjoy this chapter!!

June 9th 2022 7:00 PM

It was a long six hour flight home to Michigan and when Luke Hughes arrived at the Detroit airport he knew his family would be waiting there wanting answers.

Unfortunately the boys who are his best friends were not the smartest and word got out the trip the boys had planned to go to California was actually a trip to go to Mexico. Once the news was out it wasn’t long before every boys families had started calling and texting to no reply.

The five boys knew they would have to face the music eventually and safe to say none of them were thrilled by the idea of having consequences for their actions.

Shortly after landing at the airport and grabbing their bags the boys found all their families who were not extremely pleased by their return.

Luke’s parents were no exception.

The family of 5 made their way to the parking lot silently.

Luke placed his bags in the trunk of his dads car and sat in the backseat with his brothers on both sides of him.

It was a silent 30 minute drive back to the families home and when the car was finally in park his father turned around and disappointingly shook his head at his youngest child.

Normally Luke would be feeling very remorseful and anxious about the disappointment he has caused his family but his mind was still racing trying to relieve the past 24 hours with Izzie, the beach, the kisses, the ocean.

“Luke let’s go” A voice breaks Luke’s thought

Luke looks over and sees his brother Jack standing outside the car waiting for him to exit

Luke exits the car and Jack harshly closes the door.

The family enters there house and Luke places his bags on the floor by the door leaving him holding only his phone.

The silence from the car ride continues inside the house as no one says a word and everyone just makes there way towards the living room and takes a seat.

“What the hell?” Is the first thing said by Luke’s older brother Jack

“Ok look I get it it probably wasn’t the best idea to go to Mexico and I’m sorry I lied but like nothing happened and we had a great time” Luke defends himself

“Nothing happened you and your friends left the country without telling an adult! What if something had happened what if one of you had gotten in an accident or went missing we would be looking in California for goodness sake!” Ellen Hughes exclaims at her youngest son

“I mean we’re adults” Luke says in a monotone voice

“You know what your mother means you didn’t tell a parent” Jim Hughes intervenes

“Look I said I’m sorry I don’t know what else you want me to say” Luke says

“We want you to understand that what you did was wrong and that it should’ve never happened in the first place” Ellen says calmly

“Alright sorry it won’t happen again” Luke says with a slight eye roll which earns him a smack upside the head from Quinn who’s sitting next to him

“You’re grounded for a week and when we go up to the lake you’re not allowed to go wandering off on your own without another person with you” Jim Hughes sentences

Luke scoffs at this. He thinks it’s fucking ridiculous he’s 18 years old, he just finished his freshman year at college and he’s being treated like he’s a fucking child. It wasn’t the grounding that was pissing him off so much as it was the thought of having a babysitter. Lukes been able to go off on his own at the lake since he was 14 years old no worries whatsoever which isn’t completely true his parents and brothers always worried a little bit seeing as he is the baby of the family but Luke always stayed relatively close and always kept his phone on him.

“No that’s bullshit!” Luke shouts standing up

“Did you really think you could just go to Mexico without telling anyone and not have any consequences?” Quinn who has stayed silent this entire time finally speaks

“I’m 18 years old I’m not some child you can order around anymore and I certainly don’t need a fucking babysitter”

“Clearly you do if you’re off running around in Mexico why the hell did you even go to Mexico if you wanted the beach there are plenty of ones here! In America!” Jack shouts standing up as well

“Luke! Sit down.” His dad says

Luke rolls his eyes again feeling nothing but anger building up at the way this conversation has gone. Luke shakes his head in disbelief and scoffs before grabbing his phone that was sitting on the couch and walking towards the front door.

He leaves the house slamming the front door and leaving the people inside both shocked and angry by his actions.

Luke starts walking away from his house and onto the dark pavement lit up only by street lights.

After about 15 minutes of walking Luke reaches his neighborhood park. He sits down on a bench and tilts his head back looking up at the night sky.

There were few stars up in the sky but Luke still enjoyed the view although he preferred the view from last night.

Luke starts to think back to the bar and dancing with Izzie. His hands around her waist hers on his neck. Her lips touching his. Within seconds his own lips turned from a resting frown that had been present since the car ride into a smile.

Luke pulled out his phone and goes to Instagram. He tries every combination of Izzie he could think of unaware of the spelling of her name but with the thousands of results and no way to narrow it down Luke quickly gives up.

The frown which had since disappeared was now back and became even more distraught as he noticed two figures walking towards him.

Once the figures came closer to Luke he noticed who it was.

“Dude let’s go” Jack says walking closer to Luke

Luke just looks at Quinn who’s displaying no emotional reaction. Luke starts to wonder if it’s because he’s tired or because he’s pissed or possibly both.

Luke thoughts get interrupt when he feels a hand on his bicep

He looks over and sees Jack gripping his arm and urging him to stand up

Luke shakes his head and stands up then the trio of brothers start the 15 or so walk back towards their house.

Once the park was in an unseeable position the silence that Luke has gotten oh so familiar with today is broken.

“Did you have fun on your trip?” Jack asks with a sympathetic such smile

“Ya I had a great time we went to Rocky Point and it was fun it was really fun” Luke says matching the slight smile appearing on his brothers face

“What did you guys do?” Jack continues the conversation

“Um I mean we did a lot of things we spent a lot of time at the beach, we went to a couple of bars and clubs at night, there was one day where we went jet skiing that was super fun” Luke explains not sure if mentioning the bars and clubs was a smart decision but chooses not to overthink it.

“Did you fall off the jetski?” Quinn asks with a laugh remembering a more recent time when Luke had been on the back of a jetski with Jack driving and despite being told multiple times to hold on when Jack hit the gas Luke went flying off into the lake and at first the whole family was worried out of their mind but when Luke rose his soaked face and hair out of the water and stuck up a middle finger towards Jack they all laughed.

“No I didn’t fall off mainly because Jack wasn’t driving” Luke responds giving a little nudge to Quinn who smiled towards both his little brothers after an exchange of smiles and laughs between the trio Quinn’s demeanor quickly changed to a more serious look

“you know Luke I’m really happy you had a good time but you know it just it would’ve been nice to know where you were going mom and dad were freaking out a bit when your friends mom called and said you guys didn’t go to California they were really worried something could’ve happened to you and when you wouldn’t respond to anyone they really love you kid and we do to and we don’t know what any of us would’ve done if something did happen to you” Quinn explains to his youngest brother

For the first time today Luke starts to feel a little bit remorseful about what he’s done and realizes his family although they can be annoying sometimes they really love him and he regrets worrying them so much.

“I’m sorry I worried you guys and you’re right I should’ve told someone or at the very least text or call you guys back I’m really sorry” Luke says

“Just don’t do again or otherwise I’ll have to kill you which would really suck because that would mean we wasted our 4th pick and I think it’s gonna be really fun when you and I get to win on the ice against Quinn” Jack laughs

“Don’t jinx it or tomorrow’s headlines gonna be that I got traded before I even sign a contract” Luke responds

“Hopefully that won’t happen” Jack adds crossing his fingers

“Oh god the two of you on the same team and living together I don’t know who I’m gonna feel worse for one of you or the state of New Jersey” Quinn jokes

Jack reaches over and gives Quinn a playful shove causing all three brothers to smile again the next few minutes the brothers spent laying and teasing one another until they arrived back at the families home.

Jack was the first to step in followed by Luke who had no way of escaping again since Quinn was blocking the exit with his own body.

Once all three boys were inside the door closed shut and Quinn turned around and locked the door making it official that everyone was now home for the night.

“Where are mom and dad?” Luke asks

“They’re in their room” Quinn answers and Luke sighs and starts walking in the direction of the master bedroom.

Knock knock

“Come in” Luke’s mom answers

Luke walks in and sees his mom putting her jewelry away and his dad sitting in a chair in the corner with a book cracked open

“Hey I just wanted to tell you guys I’m sorry I’m sure I worried you guys alot and it was really a shitty thing for me to do and not answering your calls or text was stupid and I shouldn’t have lied about where I was going I know you guys were already nervous about me going to California and it was a really selfish thing for me to do and I’m really sorry” Luke apologizes this time meaning it

Both of his parents smile and his dad puts down the book and gives his youngest son a hug his mom walks over and does the same.

Luke spends the next few minutes talking to his parents and telling them some of the fun parts of his trip well making sure to only include the family friendly parts which do not include his beverage or entertainment choices however does include a mention of riding the jet ski which his parents took as an opportunity to tease him about when he fell off.

After a few more laughs Luke chose to apologize once more for the worried he had caused them and they reassured him that he was forgiven with a pat on the back from his father and a kiss on the cheek from his mother the family says their good nights and then the 18 year old left their room to go to his own.

As he walks towards the stairs he sees his bags still sitting there and rather than bringing them up right now he decides later is better and by that he means sometime tomorrow starting to feel a little tired himself.

Luke walks to his room and shuts the door then feels in his pocket for his phone and goes on Instagram.

He notices a few of his recommendations to follows are random girls named Izzie with alternating spellings.

He shakes his head with a laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Jack asks appearing in the open doorway

“Eh nothing” Luke shakes off still smiling

Jack starts walking closer to Luke and soon Quinn appears in the room.

Jack takes a look at Luke’s screen which he was doing nothing in response to hide as he didn’t really care about the contents being public at least not to his brothers

“Why do you follow so many girls named Izzie?” Jack asks with a confused look

“I don’t follow them I was just looking for the Instagram of some girl I met but it’s kinda impossible considering all I know is her first name and I don’t even know how she spells it” Luke explains with a shrug

“Did you just meet her this week?” Quinn asks stepping into the room and the conversation

“Ya I met her last night” Luke says

“Funny how when you were telling us about your trip you left this part out” Jack jokes then takes a seat on Lukes bed

“So tell us what happened” Jack encourages

“What?” Luke asks as he watches Quinn take a seat next to Jack

“Come on you never tell us anything!” Jack claims

“I’m not gonna tell you guys what happened it’s private” Luke says

“Fine but we’re not leaving till you tell us about Izzie at least tell us where you met her or what she looks like” Jack says lying back on Lukes bed and getting comfortable

“You are so annoying” Luke shakes his head then walks over to his desk chair and takes a seat

“I met her at a bar it was like a beachside type thing it was like I don’t know 10 or something but I was drinking a beer and then I decided to take a shot of vodka and obviously vodka tastes disgusting so I made a face and she was standing next to me and starts talking about how it’s a mentality and that way the shots don’t taste so bad and we took a couple of shots together and then we danced together and we made out a few times in the bar and then we ended up leaving and we walked down to the beach and uh we had a good night” Luke recalls starting to blush a little near the end

“I’m going to assume had a good night means you walked her home and then went back to your room alone” Quinn says starting to get up

“If that’s what helps you sleep at night then that’s exactly what happened” Luke answers

“It does” Quinn says with a laugh then says goodnight and proceeds to head to his own room.

“I’m out too but I’m proud and relieved to know you at least have a little bit of game” Jack jokes giving Luke a playful punch to the shoulder which Luke returns and adds a mocking laugh

“Goodnight” Jack says as he walks out the door

“Goodnight” Luke responds

#luke hughes #umich hockey #hughes brothers #jack hughes #quinn hughes #feel free to interact #umich boys #original story #brothers #hughes family #hope you guys enjoy

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oumaheroes · 1 year ago

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hi do you have any writings about the bothers bullying (brotherly bonding) england? like any type of pranks from a fake snake tied to his shoe to an ice cube down the back of his shirt. I really have a craving for them to just really push him around bc he's the youngest (not counting northern Ireland ofc) please and many thanks if you have any

I don't I'm afraid! (Kinda)

I don't think they're generally a fun kind of pranking family, or aim to do anything planned like that. They're more the type to verbally take the piss out of each other and are very opportunistic when it comes to pranks- if a possible attack point presents itself, they will use and abuse it. Things can quickly escalate, something is taken seriously, and before you know it they're scrapping on the floor only to be sharing a beer down the pub the next hour. Very quick and non-lasting swings and round-abouts

So they do, but they won't go out of their way to plan to be pranky or anything really so light hearted. They mostly bicker or fuck about

I have written them as being shits to each other many times but they're usually part of stories, rather than whole stories in their own right.

Here are some examples:

From Odd Socks:

Alasdair pressed a hand to his chest mock wounded, ‘My love, you sound surprised.’ ‘Arthur attempted to convince me that you’d planned to wear jogging bottoms.’ ‘Oh that’ll be Patrick’s idea, they had a dare on.’ ‘Ah. It almost worked.’ ‘I’m offended. But also not surprised.’ ... A muted crash and a cackle came from somewhere in the crowds and they both looked over to find Arthur, half staggered into a chair and scowling, and Patrick bent double with laughter nearby. Their mother turned and made her way over to them and Alasdair hissed in sympathy.

From I.C.E:

‘My nose is already half fixed, I’m surprised they’ve not noticed.’ ‘I could break it for you again, if you’d like.’ ‘Ha ha.’ Alisdair sighed and rubbed awkwardly at his eyes with his free hand, ‘I wish they’d turn these bloody lights down.’ ‘Concussion?’ ‘No, I just want to sit in the dark for fun.’ Alisdair closed his eyes and grimaced. He was obviously tired, face drawn and weary easy to spot even amongst the fresh bruising. Arthur wasn’t surprised. No matter how many times they had died or been hurt, no matter how long they had lived or how much they had endured, a primal, human fear of dying gripped them as much as it did any mortal man. A desperate, wild panic for life that overrode all logic, ignored all past experience to burn right through to that still human core of them. It was exhausting, and trialling death as blithely as they did not dull its sting or make it any easier to bear. He absentmindedly picked a few pieces of dirt and stray glass out of his brother’s hair and began to update the group chat they shared with Rhys, Sean and Patrick. ‘You the closest?’ Arthur pursed his lips, ‘Not your first choice I know, but I stayed in Meriden; Rhys went back to Cardiff.’ ‘With that attitude you’re certainly not.’ Alisdair thumped him gently in the stomach, ‘What time is it?’ ‘Three in the morning.’ Alisdair let out a soft whistle, ‘I got to Newcastle?’ ‘Just passed Middlesbrough. You’re in Newcastle now though; better A&E and I assume they thought you were critical.’ ‘I thought you sounded like less of a twat. Thank God they didn’t take me to Middlesbrough; a right shithole that is.’ ‘Stop it.’ ‘How are you getting on in here?’ A doctor opened the curtain and approached the bed. She introduced herself with a quick smile to Arthur and then leant forward so that Alisdair could see her properly, hands going to his neck brace, ‘Right, we can take this off; nothing concerning on the CT scan.’ ‘That’s a surprise.’ Arthur quipped. ‘Please ignore my brother, he gets antsy when he’s tired.’

The entirety of Afterparty, but particularly:

‘What’s the hold up?’ Scotland called from further down the little garden, the yellow light from the street lamps behind him obscuring the details of his face, ‘Come on I want to get in; he’s heavy.’ ‘I’m not fucking heavy,’ England hopped wildly on his one good leg as Scotland moved abruptly sidewards, the other ankle now noticeably swollen, ‘You’re just weak; I’m barely putting my weight on you.’ ‘Do you want me to throw you over to next door’s garden? Cos I bloody well will.’ ‘Oi, stop it a sec,’ Ireland called to them, putting his hand on Wales’ shoulder and giving it a light squeeze, ‘What are you doing, get us in.’ ‘You can piss off, you’re the reason my ankle’s fucked up.’ England wasn’t finished. ‘It wouldn’t be so bad if you didn’t insist on walking on it for two hours,’ Ireland shot back. ‘What else was I going to do? Drag myself across Cardiff?’ ‘I thought it was a pretty clear hint that I wanted to leave you behind.’ ‘Oh, so it was intentional, then?’ ‘You’ll be fine.’ ‘Of course I will but that’s not the point, is it?’ ‘If I had known you were going wilt like a tight-laced Victorian noblewoman, I wouldn’t have tried to move you aside.’ ‘You pushed me down a bank!’ Ireland gave a casual shrug but his grin grew wicked, ‘You were in the way.’

The entirety of Road Trip. Too much to quote haha

Whenever they all appear together in It's All About the Delivery:

‘What the bloody hell are you two doing here.’ In the doorway to the room was Lord Kirkland looking somewhat harried. His accent was different than it had been when the PM had spoken to him last at the manor, vowels distinctly sharper and more pronounced than before- glass cut and Eton grown rather than the roughened and gentle burr of yesterday. The PM made a note to ask Mr Williams about the change later. ‘Took you long enough,’ Alisdair said, cheerfully. Kirkland narrowed his eyes in suspicion and Alisdair’s expression grew sly, ‘We noticed that you’d left your guest alone so we thought we’d step in to lend a hand. Terrible manners that, turning up so late.’ ‘Why are you here. We’re supposed to be meeting at Downing Street (2).’ ‘We are, we are.’ ‘Were we supposed to be?’ Rhys looked confused. He turned to Alisdair, ‘You said we had to meet England here.’ ‘Did I?’ Alisdair feigned a look of exaggerated surprise, ‘Lord knows what happened there. Where on earth were you anyway.’ Kirkland’s jaw was clenched tight, ‘A sudden and unexpected diversion that I now have a feeling wasn’t the result of miscommunication at all.’ Alisdair tutted, ‘Ach, a shame.’

and, of course:

‘I told you about Mr Marchand’s problem, didn’t I?’ The PM opened his mouth to interject but promptly shut it again, recognising that there was no point, ‘Besides, if you’d have known what I was planning, you’d’ve told him.’ ‘”Him?” I do have a name.’ ‘Aye, I’m told it’s “Dirt”.’

...

She shooed him off and the PM crossed the room, noticing how both Alisdair and Rhys immediately paused their conversation at his approach. ‘Good afternoon,’ he greeted them and Mr Williams, ‘Where’s your brother?’ ‘You mean Dirt? Or is he mud pile today. I’m fond of ecological wasteland myself.’ ‘Alisdair.’

Lastly, there are also a couple of quips in Reset that are too small and numerous to many any particular one

#hws british isles #aph uk bros #aph brit bros #heroes answers #sorry i couldn't give you exactly what you wanted anon #but hopefully this treasure trove of small goodies will do!

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(BELATED) Ninjago Fic Rec Week Masterpost

Hey people! I’ve been working on this all week but unfortunately was too busy to really post any of it while the week was happening, so I’m posting all seven days late. I combed my entire bookmarks for this :3

DAY 1 (CANON/LLOYD)

o.k. overture by newnins

For the Lloyd prompt! I just Really Like this Lloyd fic, man. If you read the stuff i write you know how much I love deep introspection into Lloyd struggling with normalcy and his identity/purpose. Also any Skylor + Lloyd friendship is a WIN for me and is sorely underutilized

Chain Reaction by TeuthidaRegina

For the Canon and Lloyd prompt! One of multiple fics on here written by my bestie! I love beast Lloyd so so much and this fic is So Good. Let my man be more creature. I love dragoni Lloyd

Lloyd Gets a Ransom Note by BumblebeeEnby

For the Lloyd prompt! A fic where Lloyd gets to have a meal with Garmadon and Vinny. I’m absolutely obsessed with this fic for several reasons (see: my URL) and it feels so in-character and organic. Would love to be a fly on the wall for this one, honestly.

DAY 2 (AU/MOVIEVERSE/JAY)

Who Said You’re On Your Own? by Subpar_Samurai

For the AU prompt! This is for an AU that I remember seeing posts of by the author/artist prior to the fic being published and being immediately intrigued by it. It’s a story where Ronin is the one who takes Lloyd under his wing and raises him. I really like Ronin. I haven’t seen updates on this AU in a while but I still love it dearly

Prodigal Prince by TeuthidaRegina

For the AU and Movieverse prompt! Another fic written by my bestie. An AU where movie!Lloyd is raised by Garmadon instead...but is still the Green Ninja! The dynamics in this fic are so good. It has everything. Papa Garmadon, Very Much Oni Lloyd, and so, so much drama. Please read this I beg of you

Survivors by Finn_M_Corvex

For the Jay prompt! This was a fic I found relatively recently and it’s...super good? It deals with the survivor’s guilt that both Jay and Lloyd feel due to certain experiences. Jay is written really well in this. It’s also incredibly heartwrenching.

The Catboy-ification of Lloyd Garmadon by jays-supersonic-dynamo

For the Movieverse prompt! THEEEEEE movie fic. THE TLNM FIC EVER. Everything about this fic is absolutely perfect and it’s such fun writing for every movie iteration of the characters involved. I don’t care that Lloyd hates the term, I love dragoni Lloyd in this fic. Catboy is Real

DAY 3 (ANGST/KAI)

a day in the life of a fatherless child by holographicknife

For the Angst prompt! This fic upsets me in a good way. Lloyd deals with his trauma by himself, including a certain somebody showing up. It’s incredibly heartwrenching. Totally recommend.

An Impromptu Little Brother by Leonardo_Charles_BlueWood_21

For the Kai prompt! One of the absolute holy grails of Kai + Lloyd fics, showcasing the development of their brotherly relationship following young Lloyd joining the ninja and living with them. Super good, and Kai’s written great here.

Off the Deep End by Kiss_The_Cook

For the Angst and Kai prompt! I don’t have a ton to say about this, but the way Kai is written in this is impeccable. Read it.

DAY 4 (FLUFF/COLE)

Dancing in the Rain by K1ngtok1

For the Fluff prompt! Super cute fic starring Lil Lloyd and Kai. Incredibly sweet. This fic just feels like a warm hug.

Let’s Dye this World by PeachPopFizz

For the Fluff prompt! Lloyd dyes his hair. Chaos ensues. Don’t have much to say, but this fic is so much fun and I love it

hate to say i love you by lloydenthusiast

For the Fluff prompt! Lloyd struggles to tell his found family how much he loves them. Incredibly bittersweet and overall a great read.

DAY 5 (MULTICHAPTER/NYA)

Devil’s Horns by TeuthidaRegina

For the Multichapter prompt! Fic #3 on this list written by my best friend. Even though not everything by them is on here you should read everything by them. S10 divergence fic featuring a whole lotta oni Lloyd and also a whole lotta oni in general. What more could you want? This fic is perfection and I honestly forgot that that wasn’t what happened canonically because I like this way better

Perfect Gardens by northpen

For the Multichapter prompt! Post S10, Lloyd becomes a child again. SUPER long, SUPER angsty, and overall just super super interesting. northpen is a phenomenal author in this fandom. The interactions between Garmadon and Lloyd are so complex, too. I can’t wait for the next chapter of this fic.

Line of Position (author has since orphaned this fic)

For the Nya prompt! Takes place during Hunted. Nya’s thinking about her family while she’s stargazing. Going to be real this fic made me so damn sad. I feel like there aren’t enough Hunter Nya works out there

Meet Again by northpen

For the Multichapter prompt! I don’t remember if I found this, or somebody recommended it to me, but when I started reading I think I read all but one chapter instead of sleeping. And then I proceeded to wake up the next day and finish it. SUPER good future fic involving reincarnation of sorts, Cole and Zane excluded since they’re still alive. This fic genuinely had me at the edge of my seat as it developed. I don’t want to spoil much but it’s worth the read.

DAY 6 (DYNAMIC DUOS/ZANE)

Piggyback by Echo_K

For the Dynamic Duos prompt! Two different scenes of Lloyd and Kai! Very cute, falls into hurt/comfort territory, but overall is a sweet story. Shows off the development of Kai and Lloyd’s bond well.

You Give Me the Strength I Need (To Cry) by fruitcasket

For the Dynamic Duos prompt! To say that this fic is incredible is an absolute understatement. It focuses on Kai and Lloyd, taking inspiration from The Splinter in the Blind Man’s Eye, and every part of it is amazing. Both perspectives are used. It’s also a multichapter! Seriously, I can’t recommend this enough.

thaw by lloydenthusiast

For the Dynamic Duos and the Zane prompt! A post-S11 fic involving dealing with the repercussions of the Ice Emperor. Really goes in-depth on both how it affected Zane and Lloyd. I don’t see a TON of fics about the two of them so this is always nice to see.

You’ve Got Your Transmission and Your Live Wire by Spinchip

For the Zane prompt! In which Zane experiments with their gender after a technical difficulty. I love seeing peoples’ takes on the identity of the characters in this series and this is honestly one of my favorite in that category. The author is also like, the CEO of Zane to me in general so that adds to how well this is written.

DAY 7 (GEN/TEAM)

brick by brick by lloydenthusiast

For the Gen and the Team prompt! A post-s10 fic dealing with Lloyd’s trauma and how he’s handling (or not handling) it. I love love LOVE the dynamics shown in this and how a connection is shown between everybody and every separate pair. It also feels incredibly organic and realistic, especially in terms of the dialogue.

The Candy Aisle by VioletPixels

For the Gen and the Team prompt! Takes place pre-Child’s Play when Lloyd is still a kid being raised by the ninja. Super cute, super heartfelt, and I love how the thought processes of Lloyd are shown. He’s truly a kid in this.

I’m Here by SenseiGrace

For the Gen prompt! After S3E5, when Lloyd is able to escape Pythor + the Overlord’s clutches and Sensei G comes to his aid. Something about fics involving Sensei Garmadon hit different. I especially liked how this fic was from Garmadon’s perspective. Makes me miss him so much.

a compass to lead you home by aura_w

For the Gen prompt! I don’t want to spoil this fic, but it’s Garmadon-focused (post-reincarnation) and deals with him rediscovering himself and dealing with his identity. Probably one of my favorite Garmadon-centric fics out there. Give it a read!

All I’m Asking For by lloydskywalkers

For the Gen and the Team prompt! I know this has probably been on like, everybody’s rec lists, but it’s worth it. Everything lloydskywalkers wrote is totally worth checking out on their ff.net page. It’s a long (26 chapter) fic which I recommend sitting down and reading fully. There’s a LOT I could say about this fic, but I don’t want to spoil people. Every character from the ninja to Wu and Garmadon are written so goddamn well in this. I think I cried reading the last few chapters. Please read this

Once again, very sorry that I’m like, three days late to posting for the Fic Rec week. I have been very busy 😭 but I really wanted to get my recommendations posted and out there for you guys to see!

#ninjago #montypost #fic recs #ninjago fic rec week #bro i have NO idea what else to tag this #ninjago fanfiction #fic recommendation

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