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marauder-misprint · 4 days ago

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HIIII! I've read a bunch of your stuff and just saw that your requests are open- could you please do a Sirius x reader where reader is Remus' twin sister and remus is way too protective- even though she can defend herself, she's a werewolf too!

Hi! Thank you for the request ❤︎ I really hope you enjoy this fic. I took it as Remus being protective against prospective boyfriends. If you want see something with like dueling or pranks or something, message me ❤︎

Lupin's threats

Sirius Black x Lupin!reader

3k words

cw: angst, fluff

You never really minded that you and Remus shared friends. Being twins, werewolves, Gryffindors and bookish, you had a lot in common so it made sense that you enjoyed the same people and the same people enjoyed you. But that didn’t mean that there weren’t times when you wished you could have some things, or people, all to yourself.

Sirius Black. He was one of those people. Remus befriended him first, they were roommates afterall. But then he introduced the two of you. You clicked. Of all Remus’ friends, you were closest with Sirius and that only grew over the years that you spent with them.

And you were there for it all. When the boys discovered Remus’ furry little secret, which was also your secret. When they became the Marauders, which included you. You were given the nickname of Star. Moony and Star, the werewolves. You were there for the creation of the map. You were there when James, Peter and Sirius managed to become animagi. You were a part of the group.

So it wasn’t odd or peculiar for you to be in their dorm. It was practically a second dorm for you. But, you always knocked before entering because they were boys and some things you didn’t need to see.

You were going to study with them in their dorm. You started climbing the stairs when you heard their voices. They were loud and when they didn’t close the door, their voices carried. You couldn’t quite make out what they were saying so you kept moving. Then there was laughter.

“What, Moony? I can’t help it if your sister’s fit,” you heard Sirius say.

That stopped you in your spot, immediately turning your face red. Sirius thought you were fit? Remus didn’t have any other sisters… You certainly didn’t mind him saying that, if anything you loved it. One of your best friends, the one you developed a crush on sometime during third year, thought you were attractive. Part of you wanted to run up the rest of the stairs and into the dorm to hug him.

The continued laughter from the boys brought you out of your thoughts. You just smiled to yourself and turned around. You would study in your own dorm and let them have some boy time.

To say that you were disappointed that Sirius never asked you out or even flirted with you over the next year would be an understatement. You tried to catch his eye. You tried flirting with him a little, not trying to push the limit. Nothing.

It wasn’t that you didn’t catch the eyes of other boys though. You were flirted with. You were danced with at parties. You were even asked out, but every single one stood you up. It seemed like boys liked the idea of you but before it could ever bloom into a relationship, they disappeared. It certainly messed with your confidence.

So you plunged yourself into your studies. It was a decent enough distraction. You can’t be upset and distracted by boys when you needed to memorize 30 different poisons, each’s symptoms and their antidotes. There’s no space in your mind when you have to create spell combinations for practice duels. You fought to be at the top of every class because if you didn’t, you doubted yourself in every single aspect of your life.

In the quiet though, the doubts returned. They echoed in your mind as you pruned some plants in Greenhouse #3 for extra credit in Herbology. Not that you needed it. The insecurities frustrated you. Why had no one been able to show up to a measly date? You thought you were pretty enough, had a decent enough personality, an honest reputation. What was wrong with you? You started to take a little bit of your frustration out on the thorns and leaves you were removing.

Snip. Snip. Snip.

Then you smelled him before you heard or saw him. Cigarette smoke wafted through the greenhouse.

“Don’t smoke around the plants,” you said automatically, turning your head to see Barty leaning over a plant and blowing smoke directly on it.

“Nah, don’t worry ‘bout it. They like it,” he said, pausing to show you how the particular plant he was in front of seemed to lean into the smoke. “See!”

You rolled your eyes. “Or maybe you’ve gotten it addicted to nicotine…”

“But it’s not dead.”

“Yet.”

“Ah, don’t be no fun, Lupin,” he said, approaching you and pushing himself up to sit on the table next to the plant you were working on. “Whatcha doin’ in here anyways?”

You watched him warily out of the corner of your eye as you continued to work. You didn’t know too much about him as he was a year younger than you. You knew he could be a wild card and his father was the head of a department at the ministry, but that’s about where your knowledge of him ended.

“Pruning.”

Snip. Snip. Snip.

“Well duh. But why?”

Snip. Snip. Snip.

“Extra credit. What’s it to ya?”

He hummed as if considering your answer.

“Do you want company? I’m sure I’m more entertaining than the lousy plants.”

“Why would you want to keep my company?”

“Because I’m curious.”

You stopped mid-snip.

“Curious?”

“Mhmm. That’s what I said.”

“Enlighten me, Crouch. Curious about what?”

“Curious about how a pretty girl like you got all those scars? I’ve been intrigued for a while now.”

You scoffed as you resumed your task. He was interested in the scars you got by being a werewolf. Classic. But he did call you pretty.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you…”

“Try me,” he teased, leaning forward.

For a split second, an embarrassing second, you debated telling him the truth just to see what his reaction would be. But he was a boy you barely knew. He wasn’t one of Remus’ friends. There was no guarantee that he wouldn’t run away and tell everyone, resulting in you and Remus getting kicked out of Hogwarts.

“Fought dragons when I was little.”

“Then why aren’t you burned?”

“Who says I’m not?”

Snip.

The conversation died there and Barty watched you work for a little bit. It didn’t take too long for him to grow bored and leave. You were surprised that he stayed for so long, although your mind repeated him calling you ‘a pretty girl’ until you were finished.

“Guess who got called pretty,” you sighed as you collapsed onto the couch next to Mary in the common room.

The Marauders might be your best friends but that didn’t mean you disliked your roommates. Quite the opposite, really. You were a Gryffindor’s girl through and through.

“Plants talking to you now?” Lily laughed from the armchair next to you.

“Ha. No, actually, I had a visitor in the greenhouses today.”

“Who?” Mary asked, turning her full attention to you.

“Crouch. No one special, but still - a compliment’s a compliment.”

You proceeded to recount Barty’s visit to the girls. You were blissfully unaware of the Marauders’ eavesdropping on your story.

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A few days passed before you crossed paths with Barty again. You tried waving at him. Maybe you could entertain his attention if he still wanted to give it to you.

He definitely saw you wave. His expression dropped to something cold before he looked away, muttering something to the boys around him. It felt like someone dropped a bucket of ice water on you. Literally said he’d been intrigued by you for a while and now he wouldn’t wave back? Yet another blow to your confidence. You tried to tell yourself it was for the better, that there would be someone outside of Slytherin who could give you the attention that you desired.

Your last period of the day was a free period so you retreated to the comfort of the common room. To your relief, Sirius was there, lounging on the couch with a cigarette hanging loosely in his hand.

You sat on the couch and draped your legs over his, a comfortable habit you picked up ages ago that he never complained about.

“Padfoot, why are boys so confusing?”

“Not sure what you mean, Star,” he replied lazily.

“Like I swear a guy will be flirting with me one day and the next time I see him, he acts like I got the damn plague!” you exclaimed, throwing your head back into a throw pillow. “What turns a guy off so quickly?”

Sirius snorted and you immediately sat up and looked at him firmly.

“You know something.”

“About what turns a guy off? Yeah. I would know about that.”

“Padfoot! What am I doing wrong?”

“Love, you’re doing nothing wrong,” he tried to assure you, gently patting your leg.

“That’s rubbish and you know it.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Please,” you laughed disbelievingly. “You called me fit forever ago and look at us. You’ve never flirted with me. You’ve never hinted at wanting to kiss me. So, there must be something wrong with me.”

Sirius stared at you for a second before sputtering, “H-how do you know… I never told you… What?”

You lowered your chin to give Sirius an unamused look, waiting for him to compose himself. His look of shock remained.

“Last year?” you offered when he didn’t say anything more. “Unless Moony has another sister?”

“You, uh, so you heard that.”

“Yeah.”

“Did you hear what Moony said in response by chance?”

“No?” You furrowed your brows. “I figured it was better to give you some guy time if you were talking about girls.”

Sirius exhaled out of his nose in seeming appreciation. “Well, thanks for that, but you should’ve hung around for his response. Something about… you know…” He gestured to his crotch. “Cutting my dick off if I ever acted on or repeated that.”

“Remus said that?” you gasped, leaning forward.

He nodded. You swung your legs off his lap and jumped up from the couch. You started to pace as you were filled with rage. You ran a hand through your hair.

“Fucking hell…” you muttered. You started to walk toward the portrait hole but then you turned back. “Please tell me he had nothing to do with every bloke who’s flirted with me.”

Sirius grimaced.

“Every one?” you whispered.

“Every one he knows about or assumes. He, erm, makes sure it doesn’t happen again.”

You frowned and sighed angrily.

“He was what, Charms right now?” you asked.

Sirius nodded.

“Thanks, Pads. And if you ever decide you want to risk your manhood, I think you’re pretty fit too. Always have.”

Then you stormed out of the common room. You kept a determined pace until you reached Professor Flitwick’s classroom. Out of respect for the professor, you waited outside the classroom, leaning against the wall with your arms crossed and fingers rhythmically tapping on your arm. Anger was radiating off of you. You knew it was. The few students who passed you gave you one look before hurrying on their way with semi-scared expressions. It was even more so confirmed when Flitwick dismissed his class and every student who passed you seemed glad that you weren’t waiting for them.

“Hey Star,” Remus said when he exited the room.

He didn’t seem to have the same fear that everyone else had. He didn’t care that you were seething as you waited for him. You grabbed his arm and pulled him down the corridor to an alcove.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” you asked bitterly.

“The same thing that’s wrong with you,” he said coolly. “You know, our furry little problems?”

He smirked and that annoyed you. You slapped him. The crack of your hand hitting his face echoed around you. A curious passerby looked into the alcove.

“Keep moving,” you snapped at them before turning back to your brother.

“The fuck was that for?” he gasped, holding his cheek.

“Have you been threatening every boy who’s looked my way?” you asked firmly.

The color drained from his face. “Oh.”

You laughed coldly. “Oh is right, you fucker. I ought to hex you into your next lifetime.”

Remus, ever a sloucher, straightened his back to stand at his full height, which was more than a full head taller than you.

“I’m just protecting you. Boys are bastards who are going to break your heart. God forbid I make sure no one hurts my sister.”

“The only bastard around is you,” you spat. “I don’t need your protection. I’m fully capable of handling myself, thank you very much.”

You turned to leave. Remus reached out to grab your shoulder but you just jerked it forward so he had to let go.

“Star,” he called as you walked away from him.

You held up your middle finger. You assumed that he got your message when he didn’t call out again. You don’t think he realized how badly his actions messed you up mentally, but you were also upset that no one thought you were worth the risk of Remus’ wrath. Could he really be that frightening? You didn’t think so, but you were also his sister.

From that moment, it became well known that you were beyond pissed at Remus. The reason behind your fury got lost in the gossip. All that anyone knew is that you were avoiding the Marauders as a whole and if anyone brought them up to you, you made it their problem. You also turned your flirting up to level ten. Anyone you considered passably cute, you charmed and if it seemed like it might go somewhere, you told them to ignore Remus at all costs.

That, however, set off alarm bells in some of their heads and you were back to being dateless. You were reduced to sulking in the bell tower, somewhere few students went. It was actually a great place to be alone. You let your legs dangle off of one of the platforms, leaning against the wooden rail. You knew that the Astronomy Tower was where students usually went to sit like this, but you did want to be alone so you picked the less popular spot.

“You sure know where to hide, Star,” Sirius’ voice sounded from behind you.

You didn’t move. You didn’t respond. You didn’t look at him when he sat down next to you, letting his legs dangle as well. You didn’t have to wonder how he found you; you knew the answer: the map. Although a small part of you was curious how long he looked for you before turning to the map. You sat in silence for a while. Sirius swung his legs.

“So what do you want?” you asked with a sigh.

“You said if I wanted to risk my manhood…”

That made you look at him.

“I did.”

“I want to risk it.”

“Interesting.”

“Does… does the offer still stand? Or… should I go?”

“Oh, it stands. I guess I’m curious why now though.”

“As compared to when?”

“Oh, I don’t know, a year ago?” you asked snarkily.

“I figured it was just me that Moony would threaten. You know, he’s one of my best mates and siblings are usually off limits. I thought you would find someone else and I’d get over you. Except neither of those happened.”

You let out a sad sounding laugh.

“Hey,” he said, resting a hand on your thigh. “I really thought he was just waiting for someone he thought was good enough for you. Frankly, some of those blokes are complete gits and you dodged a bullet.”

“That’s not the point though, Padfoot. I thought I was undesirable. I thought I was the problem. How am I supposed to figure out who actually likes me and who’s worth my time if Remus scares everyone away?”

“He didn’t want to see you getting hurt.”

“But I need to get hurt. That’s how we grow. It’s not like I can’t handle pain. He should know that by now.”

“Yeah, he should. And I should’ve known that you’d be worth the risk. I should’ve flirted back.” He paused for a moment, smiling to himself. “Do you remember the first time you flirted with me?”

You cocked your head to the side, trying to think back.

“Not really.”

He cleared his throat before speaking in a falsetto, “Padfoot, have you ever considered joining the quidditch team? You got really nice arms, you’d make a good beater.”

You started giggling as the memory came back to you. Sirius joined in on your laughter.

“I remember now! James burst out laughing. He said you’d never compete with their Prewett and Prewett combination.”

“I mean, he has a point,” Sirius said, gently bumping into your shoulder.

“Okay but listen. I was complimenting your arms, which are nice. Not my fault you can’t swing a bat.”

“It isn’t your fault. That would be Walburga’s sorry genetics.”

“Not all of her genetics are bad.” You reached over to grab his chin, turning his face left and right. “You got that nice hair, good cheekbones, pretty eyes. Kissable lips.”

His eyes flicked down to your lips briefly with your hand still holding his face.

“Kissable lips, you say,” Sirius repeated with a smirk. “Care to prove that?”

You smiled and pulled his face closer to yours. You looked in his eyes for a brief second before pressing your lips against his. It was a quick and gentle moment, but it changed everything. You finally had your first kiss and it was with none other than the Sirius Black, the only boy you’ve ever had a real crush on.

Sirius hummed when you pulled away. “Definitely not a problem with you. I could do that again.”

“Yeah?” you laughed with a sparkle in your eye. “Care to do it often? And in front of Remus?”

“Only if you promise to protect my manhood. I actually am quite fond of it.”

“I can do that,” you murmur before pulling Sirius’ face back towards yours so you could kiss him again.

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yyokkki · 7 months ago

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Leona Kingscholar

A lion beastman who’s usually laying around somewhere in the forest or in his house, sleeping.

As it turns out he only really walks around town starting from 7PM up to ungodly hours (cue a lot of passing out right in front of him cuz you couldn’t find him right up to 2).

Plays rugby with Ruggie and Epel every sunny Sunday.

He was actually born into an affluent family as the second son. He’d spent his whole life training to take over the company despite everyone from his parents to the housekeepers looking down on him and constantly comparing him to his older brother.

In the end his brother took over the company and after his nephew, Cheka, was born he left the city and moved to the quiet town of Night Raven. (Well, it was quiet before all the crazy residents started moving in…)

Loved Gifts: Meat/Meat Dishes (Except Bug Meat), Universal Loves

“Heh, not bad Herbivore.”

Hated Gifts: All Vegetables, Universal Hates

“Oi, do I look like a garbage can?”

Ruggie Bucchi

A hyena beastman who grew up in the slums of the city with his grandma and the kids he took care of.

When they hadn’t moved yet Leona would often hire him to run the occasional errand but before he moved he asked him to follow him and be his full time attendant for a ludicrous salary.

Immediately accepted and regularly sends money back to his grandma.

He takes part time jobs at Sam’s General Store and the town saloon as well.

Sometimes steals random veggies from your garden, the scarecrows aren’t just for the crow.

Is often found in the forests foraging or tending to a little vegetable garden that only he eats the harvest from.

Doesn’t blink an eye if he sees you rummaging through the garbage. If anything, he joins you.

Loved Gifts: Dandelions, Donuts, Gold, All Foragables, Universal Loves

“Really?! Shishishi, well don’t mind if I do! Here, have this~”

Hated Gifts: Sap, Anything Rotten, Universal Hates

“...Do I look that desperate?”

Jack Howl

The local botanist! His shop is a greenhouse and he specialises in ornamental plants like cactus, succulents and flowers! Most of the flower seeds are sold from him as well as fertilisers and pots.

Genuinely loves his job but prefers being more physically active.

Goes on runs with Deuce every sunny Wednesday but runs at 6AM every other day.

A wolf beastman who lives with his parents and his two younger siblings.

Is often found tending to his shop or working out outside.

Loved Gifts: Cactus Fruit, Pear Compote, Universal Loves

“...! Thanks farmer. Wh- My tail is NOT wagging!”

Hated Gifts: Spring Onion, Horseradish, Leek, Universal Hates

“!!! Ugh, excuse me…”

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elliesbelle · 2 years ago

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how much i need you

ellie williams one-shot

pairing: ellie x reader

synopsis: you don’t want to love your ex-girlfriend anymore, not when you know you’ll never amount to the girls she's loved before. maybe one day, she’ll realize how much she needs you.

content warnings: cursing, angst, break-up, ellie and reader are both in their mid-20s, joel is alive and never went golfing, descriptions of weapons, mentions of cannibalism, depictions of physical violence and blood, mentions of weight loss, mentions of death, extremely dark themes in general (proceed with caution), minors do not interact

word count: 10.5k

title based on lyric from the olivia o’brien song “hate u love u”

“I don’t think I can take it anymore.”

“Wh-what? What do you mean by that?”

“If you can’t get over this, I don’t think I can be with you anymore.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“Yeah. I do.”

“E-Ellie.”

The silence between you two screamed in wounded agony. You’d been arguing for the past hour in Ellie’s garage. It was the same argument you’d been having for the past two weeks: Ellie and Cat. Ellie and Dina. Being constantly surrounded by remnants of her love life was crushing you. And even more so that she’d still banter, still flirt. And it cut you every single time.

Ellie would assure you that it was all platonic, that it was normal, the way she spoke to them. That there hasn’t been anything between her and either of them in years.

But how do you forget your first love? Who you had all your firsts with? And how do you forget your most recent ex-girlfriend? Especially one that you still remain best friends with?

You were growing tired of the jealousy. And Ellie was growing tired of your insecurity.

“Just go.” She finally murmurs.

You stare at her blankly.

“B-baby, please.” You whimper.

“I…I don’t think you should call me that anymore.”

“Wh-what?” Your vision was blurry from the tears streaming down your cheeks, falling relentlessly.

“J-just go.”

Ellie still loved you. She loved you more than she was ever able to say. She loved you more than she ever loved Cat. And even more than she ever loved Dina. She believed for the longest time that you could be her person. But maybe not. Maybe not if you just couldn’t deal with her history, her baggage.

“Please, no,” You beg. “Please don’t do this.”

Ellie remains silent as she walks over to the door to open it, signalling you to leave.

No matter how much you bawled and blubbered, Ellie stood her ground.

That’s how you spent the next month: weeping hysterically and enshrouding yourself in your misery.

You spoke only when needed, giving empty and lifeless half-smiles. Others attempted to inquire about the change in your behaviour, much too frequently that Maria had to step in and demand that they stop.

Nevertheless, it wasn’t difficult for them to guess why your once pleasant disposition turned joyless. People no longer saw you with Ellie, only ever catching glimpses of you when you tended to your duties or grabbed supplies or food that you’d eat alone in the sanctuary of your own home.

Ellie hadn’t spoken to you since that day. She hadn’t even asked after you, fearing that she'd come grovelling if she kept tabs on you.

Jesse, who was a patrol leader, and Maria, who was in charge of assignments, took pity on you and no longer appointed you to take part in the daily task of safeguarding Jackson. It was a harrowing job and they saw that your weakened emotional state would not benefit from constant threats of peril.

You didn’t mind this, convinced you were a shit patrol partner anyway. Stealth was usually your strong suit, but that didn’t benefit you much when you came face-to-face with actual danger. You didn’t have the muscles or the brawn to fight threats head-on.

Instead, you spent your days in the greenhouses. It didn’t require much socializing, and the manual labour tired you out, so much so that you could attempt to focus on your fatigue instead of your feelings.

And the plants were hopeful, innocent, forgiving. When you were alone, it was the one place that you still allowed yourself to hum and sing. Everywhere else in Jackson was tainted with memories of your ex-girlfriend, even your own home. But here in the solace of blooming greenery, you could feign a sense of happiness and croon quiet melodies of Etta James and Sam Cooke to the flourishing sprouts.

You knew your life didn’t revolve around Ellie. You knew that. Yet even so, you spent all your time thinking about her late at night when you inevitably couldn’t sleep. You remained a prisoner of your mind as the countless reminders of her you’d been hit with all over Jackson that day would replay in your head.

Every day when you’d make your way to the greenhouses, you were forced to pass by Joel’s house and see the little garage Ellie’d converted into her home. You’d go into the main square and walk by people who used to ask after you when you’d come into town with her, but whose faces no longer turned your way to even spare you a morning greeting. It was Ellie who was important around here, anyway, not you. Walking into the supplies shop or the Tipsy Bison met you either with the same treatment or with pitying expressions, neither of which you noticed much over miserably spotting Ellie’s favourite snacks or her usual brand of alcohol.

Jackson was always more Ellie’s than yours. You loved this town and of course it was home to you. But you’d only arrived a few years back, whereas Ellie had resided here since she was 14. There was no Jackson for you without Ellie. And every breath you took in this town felt like a bittersweet knife being shoved down your throat.

You’d made a few friends since you first arrived in town. But you’d always been closest to Ellie and her group, even before she and you’d started dating. After your break-up, your social routine was disrupted and you made no efforts to confide in others, though a few tried.

The day after Ellie dismissed you from her garage, you heard fervent knocking on your front door around noon. It was your day off and you’d woken up from beneath a throw blanket on your living room couch, having fallen asleep while sobbing into the cushions for a couple of hours. You pulled the sheet over your head and ignored the knocking, preferring the warmth of the blanket over your cold, new reality. You tried to shut your eyes and will for the unwanted visitor to give up and leave, but you relented when you heard the sound of Jesse’s voice ceaselessly calling out your name and threatening to break your front door down.

Jesse had just gotten back from an early morning patrol with Ellie. He’d spent much of the dawn pressing her about her silent and despondent behaviour, and after she gave in and confessed the previous night’s tragic events, he headed straight for your house just seconds after they reentered the gates of Jackson.

Jesse was greeted with your sorry, pathetic state: lips puffy yet cracked as a result of your anxious nipping and biting, a halo of crust around your eyes from your incessant tears the night before, clothes completely askew and clearly slept in. You offered him an insincere smile, one that didn’t reach your eyes.

“Hey, sorry,” You said, voice cracking. “I was sleeping.”

“In your patrol clothes from yesterday?” Jesse inquired.

You gave him a shrug.

“Listen, dude,” He began. “I heard about what happened last night and I wanted to make sure that—“

“Oh, yeah, that. It’s okay. I’m okay.” You interrupted, waving him off.

“Come on, man, I know that you’re—“

“I mean, I’m sad and all, but what are you gonna do, you know?”

“—not okay, you don’t have to pretend otherwise.”

You gave Jesse another wistful smile.

“Look, I gotta go get showered and everything, but I’ll see you all for dinner later at the Tipsy Bison, okay?”

You closed the door on him before he could respond, having no intentions of meeting up with him or any of your friends that night.

You didn’t open your door for visitors again after that day. Jesse passed by later that evening after you didn’t show, but you kept all the lights off in your house and ignored his yelling and knocking ‘til he eventually gave up for the night.

About a week or so after that day, you were walking out of your house for your assigned morning patrol when you were stopped in your tracks by the sight of one of the last people you wanted to see at that moment.

Dina’s right hand was outstretched as if she was about to knock on your door. She looked just as shocked as you when you locked eyes.

“Oh, shit! Sorry, you scared me.” Dina said, exhaling with a quiet laugh.

“Sorry” was all you muttered in response.

You closed and locked the front door as Dina watched you with a doleful gaze.

“Hey, so,” She started. “I…I know that you and Ellie broke up. She told me a little bit about what happened that night, and I just wanted to say that I’m sorry if I ever caused any problems between you two and that I think she was seriously wrong for breaking up with you.”

You were barely processing her words, focusing your gaze instead on a crooked post in the brown picket fence that surrounded your house. You started feeling dizzy and you were struggling to remain upright and grounded.

“Umm, I totally forgot that I had something to do before patrol today. Can you tell Tommy and Joel that I’ll be a little late? Thanks, D.”

You rushed through your excuse before quickly unlocking and disappearing behind your front door, shutting it in Dina’s face the same way you’d done with Jesse.

That was the same day that Maria graciously told you she was taking you off the patrol rotation as you never showed up for your shift. Since then, the greenhouses have been your home away from home. You would arrive during the early hours of the morning before the sun had even graced the sky, and you’d leave only after most of Jackson was sound asleep in their beds. It was barely a life, but in a world where the alternative was being on the outside to be subjected to murderous demons, both of the monster and human variety, you couldn’t be completely ungrateful.

On a cold, snowy day where most of Jackson remained huddled in the shelter of their homes, Maria paid you a visit in the plant nurseries.

You were in a secluded corner away from the others who were also stationed as gardeners, repotting some seedlings into larger buckets. No one tried speaking to you anymore these days, not unless it was absolutely necessary. So when you heard the sound of Maria’s voice from behind you, you nearly dropped your shovel.

“Sorry to interrupt your work, hun,” Maria says apologetically. “But it’s urgent.”

“O-oh, okay.” You mutter, still reeling from the shock of being spoken to. “Is-is everything okay?”

“Well, half the town right now has dropped like flies because of this crazy flu that’s been going around. I’ve barely got anyone for patrols this week since most of them can’t even hold a pistol or stay upright on their horses.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” You respond, almost impassive. You had no idea how any of this pertained to you.

“Now, I hate to have to ask you this,” Maria began slowly. “But do you think I can put you back on the patrolling schedule until more of my guys can recover? I wouldn’t be asking, but I really don’t have anyone left to send out there and you’re already trained and know the routes and everything.”

You froze. You had little desire to break out of your mundane everyday routine, and you were also extremely rusty when it came to patrolling. But Maria was always kind to you and was understanding enough to take you off the patrol rotation in the first place. You owed her.

“You really don’t have anyone?” You ask.

“I’m desperate, hun,” Maria states. “I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.”

You sigh.

“When do you want me to start?”

“Tomorrow, your usual time in the morning.” She says. “That okay with you?”

“Yeah, I guess that’s fine.” You reply. “Which route?”

“I’ll give you a fairly easy one for tomorrow, give you a chance to get reacquainted with the road again. And don’t worry,” She adds. “I won’t pair you with her.”

You feel a sizeable lump in your throat, merely nodding in acknowledgement to who she was referring to.

“Okay. Tomorrow then.”

“Thank you, hun. It’s only temporary, I promise. You’ll be back in here before you know it. Do you want the rest of the day off today to prep?”

“No, it’s okay,” You reply, shaking your head. “I’ll be fine.”

“Alright, just maybe take it easy and don’t wear yourself out today. And go home early. I want you to rest up.”

You nod once more before returning to your busy work. You feel Maria’s hand on your shoulder and your body tenses up from the sudden physical contact, not having been touched by someone else in so long.

“Thanks again, sweetheart. I’m real grateful. I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

You feel Maria’s hand withdraw from you before she exits the greenhouse, leaving you with immediate dread and regret.

The next morning came quicker than you’d liked. Unable to sleep, you’d woken up an hour earlier than needed and spent that time preparing for patrol. You prepared the essentials in your backpack: a medkit, flashlight, a water bottle, a few snacks.

Attached to the front pocket of your bag was a little pin of a moon in its third quarter. Ellie’d found it on a patrol with Joel over a year ago and gifted it to you to match her spaceship pin on her own backpack. You hadn’t noticed you still had it on yours and contemplated removing it. In the end, you kept it on.

The sun was nowhere to be seen behind the thick grey clouds that scattered flurries all around Jackson. Though it would complicate and prolong patrols, you used to love it when it’d snow. It brought a certain kind of beauty that balanced out the dead and dark winter.

You had countless memories of you and Ellie in the snow: you gleefully rushing to the window when seeing it fall from the sky for the first time in the year and Ellie quietly admiring the way your face lit up every time, challenging each other to a snowball fight where Ellie would decimate you with no mercy to which you’d punish her for by stuffing handfuls of snow down her shirt, attempting to build a snowman in front of your house that ended up looking more like a blobfish instead and who you’d both affectionately named Puddles.

But now as you silently stomped through shallow puddles towards the stables, you curse the sky for ungenerously sending the white powder on a day you just wanted to be over as soon as it began.

You get to the stables, nodding at the stablehands with a curt smile, and walk up to your horse, Cleopatra. You smile as you brush her mane lightly with your fingers.

“Hey, old gal,” You sigh. “Sorry for being away so long.”

You then head to the armoury, planning to stock up on weaponry for the trip. As you’re loading a pistol, you hear someone join you from behind.

Dina comes up beside you and begins to load a shotgun. You work in silence for a few moments before she speaks.

“Hey,” She greets. “Jesse told me you were back on the patrol rotation.”

“Temporarily,” You correct her. “Just a favour to Maria while people are out sick.”

“Right,” Dina says. “You gonna be alright?”

“Mhmm” was all you say as you load a rifle.

“Well, don’t die out there!” Dina attempts at a joke.

“No promises.” You mutter as you exit the armoury.

You return to the stables to grab Cleopatra, walking past others preparing for their patrols as well. After a stableboy hands your her reins, you walk her out of the paddock and towards the large gates.

Spotting Jesse, you and Cleopatra head over to his direction while he gives orders to a couple of patrollers who looked like they’d never stepped outside the walls of Jackson in their lives. As they walk away, Jesse spots you walking towards him and his face breaks out in a smile.

“Maria told me you were coming!” He says jovially, giving you a one-arm hug that you tepidly return.

“Who are you sending me out with?” You ask, not wishing to engage in small talk.

“This guy Antoine,” Jesse replies. “He’s about our age and works in the stables, but Maria recruited him temporarily.”

You nod.

“Sorry to put you with someone new,” Jesse continues. “We’re trying to pair newbies with people with experience so we’re not sending people to their deaths out there.”

“You sure you want to send him out with a shit patroller like me?” You say.

“Oh, stop that,” Jesse reprimands. “You’re an excellent partner.”

You hum in disagreement and say nothing. Jesse leads you to where a tall, blonde man you assumed was Antoine who was standing and holding the reins of a horse you remembered was named Pink. He introduces you and talks about which route you’d been assigned to, and you and Antoine politely nod at each other before lining up with the rest of the patrollers right in front of the gates.

As Tommy and Joel give their usual speech on what to look out for and updates on what had been encountered on recent patrols, you suddenly feel a sense of dread wash over you. Ellie had walked up to join Dina, who was her patrol partner that day, with her horse Shimmer by her side. Your eyes betray you as they unwittingly fall on her casually conversing with Dina, laughing at a joke she seemed to have said. Tearing your gaze away from the sight, you don’t realize that seconds after you’d stopped looking at her, Ellie’s face drops as her eyes fall on you.

Once Tommy finishes a spiel on raiders having spotted nearby and warning against them, he and Joel nod everyone off to proceed with their duties as the sentries finally open the gates. You mount Cleopatra as Antoine does the same with Pink, and you start to pull at her reins to depart when you suddenly hear hoofbeats clopping towards you. Your face drains of blood as you see Ellie on Shimmer coming up to your side.

“Hey.” She says as she pulls Shimmer to a stop.

You try to work yourself up to greet her back but your mouth remains silent.

“I, umm, saw you got put back on patrols.” She mutters.

You muster up enough of your voice to mutter back, “For now.”

“Well, uhh. Be careful out there.” She cautions.

Unable to hold back a scoff, you say, “You don’t care.”

Before Ellie can respond, you tap Cleopatra lightly with your foot and jerk at her reins to signal her to move forward. You hear Ellie trying to call you, but you force yourself not to look back as you ride Cleopatra out of Jackson.

Antoine was the perfect patrol partner, in that he remained silent for most of your round. He seemed to sense that you were in no mood for small talk and only spoke in response to any directions you gave.

Maria upheld her promise of giving you a fairly easy route to scout. You and Antoine hadn’t encountered any Infected or otherwise throughout most of the patrol. After searching a nearby abandoned neighbourhood a little past noon, you decide that it was time to make the journey back to Jackson.

However, it seemed that Antoine, who had never been outside the walls of the town, was reluctant to leave.

“Wait, I kind of want to explore a little more.” He says, refusing to mount his horse Pink and heading into the empty house where he had her reins tied to the fence.

“Antoine!” You call out after him, having already mounted Cleopatra and readied yourself to leave. Antoine ignores you as he disappears behind the front door. You curse under your breath as you hop off your horse.

“Get your ass back here!” You yell as you cross the threshold of the house. You explore the place, scanning each room in an attempt to find the blonde man who you desperately wished to throttle.

You find him in one of the bedrooms upstairs, reading through a comic book he’d found in a small bookshelf in a corner. The front cover had an array of superheroes in nonsensical outfits, looking as if they were fighting in some war in outer space. You ignore the voice in your head that thought about how it looked like something Ellie would find fascinating.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You demand.

“I can’t believe this is really shit that they had back in the old world. Whoever lived here has like, fifty of these.” Antoine says.

“Who the fuck cares, Antoine,” You angrily seethe. “We shouldn’t be out here too long. There could be Infected around.”

“We just checked out the whole neighbourhood and there wasn’t anything. Lighten up a little.” He replies.

“Just because we haven’t seen anything, it doesn’t mean there isn’t anything out there!”

“Look, this is my first time outside of Jackson. I just want to enjoy it for a little bit before I get stuck back on stable duty.”

“You wanna enjoy being out here where you could get ripped apart by monsters at any sec—” Your tirade was interrupted when the butt of a gun knocks you out.

Ellie and Dina were just returning from their patrol after being delayed by a group of Infected in a nearby grocery store. Trotting through the gates with their horses Shimmer and Japan, they were laughing over some ridiculous pun Ellie had just made and didn’t notice Jesse sprinting towards them.

“Jesus, fuck, thank god you’re both back.” He says as Tommy follows behind him.

“Sorry, man, had to clear out that grocery store about ten miles west. Had like, ten runners in there waiting for us.” Ellie explains, laughter still resonating in her voice.

Dina, noticing the serious look on Jesse’s face, eyes him warily.

“Wait, what’s wrong?” She asks him.

“You’re…you’re not the only ones who hadn’t returned yet.” He replies.

Ellie’s face falls slightly as she finally realizes the gravity of the situation.

“Oh shit, who else hasn’t gotten back?”

“It’s just one other pair who seems to be running late.” Tommy says, having caught up to the trio. Jesse gives him a warning look in response.

“Wait, who?” Dina asks, dismounting from Japan.

Jesse and Tommy unwittingly look at Ellie at the same time before sharing an anxious look. Ellie narrows her eyes.

“Who, Tommy?” She asserts.

Tommy opens his mouth to speak but immediately shuts it as Ellie’s face shifts from confusion to understanding. She pulls at Shimmer’s reins, urging her to turn around and retreat from the gates of Jackson once more. Jesse dashes forward and stops Shimmer in her tracks.

“We don’t know what’s happened yet, Ellie. They could have just gotten held back by something.”

“Fucking move, Jesse.” Ellie spits.

“She’s a smart girl, El. I’m sure she’ll be back soon.”

“I swear to god, dude, I will run you over.”

“What route did you assign them to?” Dina asks.

“The one that goes southeast and follows the river into that abandoned town about fifteen miles east.”

“Tommy!” Jesse chides, having withheld that information on purpose.

“Great. Thanks, Tommy.” Ellie says, urging Shimmer to walk past Jesse before Dina steps in front of her as well.

“Ellie, that’s a real easy route. I’m sure she’s fine.” Dina assures.

“She’s with that dumbass stableboy who’s never been outside of the town, much less held a gun before. If nothing’s happened, they would be back by now.”

“She knows how to take care of herself, kid.” Tommy chimes in. “I’m sure that the snow just delayed their return, that’s all.”

“Just give them an hour, dude,” Jesse adds. “If they’re not back by then, we’ll send a few people out to search.”

“A lot can happen in a fucking hour, Jess,” Ellie retorts. “I’m not leaving it up to chance.”

“What’s going on?” A voice behind the group says. They all turn to see Maria walking towards them.

“These fucking assholes won’t let me go after my fucking girlfriend.” Ellie hisses.

“Ex.” Jesse corrects her. Ellie shoots him a menacing look.

“Did they also tell you that we’re ready to go out and look for them if they don’t return soon?” Maria says, ignoring the exchange.

“I can do it right now.” Ellie replies stubbornly.

“You’ve been out patrolling all day, hun. I’m sure you’re tired. I’ve already gathered a group of people to help search the area if they don’t get back soon.”

“But—”

“Don’t let your guilt make you do something stupid, Ellie.” Maria interrupts with a tone of finality.

Ellie stares at her as Jesse pats her leg.

“She’s a smart girl, Ellie.” He repeats. “I’ll go out with the searching party myself too if they don’t get back soon.”

“Wait!” Dina yells, looking past the gates. “I see something!”

The group all focus their gaze on the direction she’s pointing at, making out a couple of figures approaching. Ellie breathes a sigh of relief when she makes out the outline of two horses approaching, but the moment is short-lived when the sight, which was originally obscured by the snow, reveals only one person riding on horseback.

Ellie dismounts from Shimmer as Antoine finally crosses the border of the town. She makes a beeline for him, angrily grabbing at his shirt and almost ripping him off Pink.

“Where the fuck is she? Why the fuck are you alone?!” She demands as Dina and Jesse tear her off him, allowing him to properly get down from his horse.

“I–we–I don’t…” Antoine begins to stutter.

“Speak, boy.” Tommy demands.

“I don’t…I don’t know where she is.” Antoine admits.

Maria, ignoring Ellie’s various curses and swearing, moves forward to speak.

“What the hell does that mean, Antoine?” She asks coolly.

“We got ambushed at the town we were patrolling, we were inside a house and they snuck up behind us, they knocked her unconscious and I was able to get away before they could get to me.” He replied so quickly that they almost didn’t catch what he was saying.

“So you fucking left her?” Ellie growls.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t know what else to do!”

“We gave you a gun, you were put into training beforehand,” Jesse scolds. “You’re partners for a reason. You’re supposed to fucking look out for each other.”

“I-I panicked. There were several of them and they were all big guys and—”

“It should have fucking been you instead!” Ellie screams, lunging towards Antoine before Tommy catches her and holds her back.

“What did they look like? Did they say anything? Anything at all that can lead to where they might have brought her?” Maria inquires.

“I-it was so quick and I couldn’t get a glimpse of their faces. They mostly wore black clothing. And th-they said…”

“Said what?” Jesse prompts.

“They said, ‘this one looks like she’ll be pretty delicious,’ before I could escape.”

You wake up to a throbbing headache and severe nausea. Your right hand flies up to your temple while the other shields your eyes from a blurry, yellow light being cast from somewhere above you. The first thing you see once your vision clears up a little is rusted, silver fencing that served as a cage. As you peer at your surroundings, you hear the repetitive sound of a blade hitting timber.

Sitting up, you see two men facing away from you and leaning over a wide, wooden table. One had a large sack flung over his shoulder that slowly dripped blood, while the other was wielding a butcher’s knife, chopping some kind of meat that your view was obscured from. It was only when the man slides it off the table with his blade that you realize what it was as you take in a sharply drawn breath: a human arm.

Your silent gasp catches the attention of the man with the sack, who nudged his companion. They both turn to look at you, the knife holder smirking as he did so. He places it down on the table to bring his full attention to you.

“Get Ian,” He tells the other man. “Tell him the girl’s finally awake.”

His friend nods before dropping the bag and walking out of the room which, as you inspect further, looked almost like a slaughterhouse. Your eyes flit back and forth between the man staring at you and the cage imprisoning you. You try to search for flaws in the fencing for a chance to escape, but you find none. The man continues to eye you, almost with an air of cruel arrogance.

A few moments pass before he’s joined by a different man with brown hair and a lightly-shaved beard. He joins his friend leaning on the wooden table and addresses you directly.

“Good morning,” He states civilly. “How are you feeling?��

You don’t respond, intent on keeping your interactions with these strangers as minimal as possible. The man continues to speak anyway.

“I apologize for the way my associates treated you. I’m sure they didn’t mean to knock you out that hard. You were unconscious for much longer than needed.”

He approaches your cage to crouch at your eye level and you instinctively back away until your back hits the wall behind you.

“My name is Ian, and this is my friend Jacob. Can you tell me what your name is?”

You make a show of tightening your lips in defiance.

“That’s alright, I get it. We’re strangers, after all.” He says, holding his hands up in acknowledgement. “We’re gonna get to know each other pretty well, I’m sure.”

Your eyebrows furrow, wondering his meaning but still too scared to open your mouth.

The man who had gone to fetch Ian returns with a wooden tray of food and a small cup in his hands which he slides underneath a small gap underneath the makeshift cage’s door. You eye it suspiciously. Your brain and your stomach are at war with each other, one begging for sustenance while the other berates it for its naivete.

“You better eat up,” The man named Ian says. “Gonna need your strength. Looks like you haven’t been eating much. And I know you’re hungry; been out for quite some time.”

You ignore his comment about the clear loss of weight you’ve gone through recently, knowing your face was slightly more gaunt than it ought to have been from eating a lot less for the past month.

“What is it?” You question despite yourself, eyes shooting towards the tray at your feet.

“It’s deer.” He responds simply.

Your eyes dart towards the human body parts that lay on the floor. Ian smiles and understands what you’re thinking without turning to see where your gaze is directed.

“Just deer meat. I promise.”

You go back to eyeing the food they’d given you, every ounce of your willpower being tested. To give in and eat the food they’d provided would be playing into their game, but you had no idea how long you’d been asleep and you were ravenous.

The man Ian had introduced as Jacob speaks up.

“I think we should just get rid of her; she seems stubborn.”

“Most of them are,” Ian responds. “We’ll break her. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

You glower at him in response. He chuckles.

“We’ll give you some time,” He continues, standing up from his hunched position. “It’s ultimately up to you to decide your fate. Hope you like solitude.”

Ian looks at his companions and beckons them to leave. Jacob follows and the unnamed man picks up the sack he’d dropped previously, places the human remains on the floor inside of it, and follows the two others out before locking the door behind him.

You release a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding this whole time. It takes a few minutes, but you’re able to pull yourself up from the floor to further examine your surroundings. Even after closer investigation, the silver fencing seemed impenetrable and solid. The wooden tray they’d served the deer meat on was flimsy and thin, impossible to use as either a weapon or a means of escape. The cup was small and plastic, completely useless for anything else other than its intended purpose.

As options for liberation grew slimmer and slimmer, you begin to hyperventilate. You had a feeling that these men intended to leave you in here alone to go completely mad, at least until they decide to execute the next stage in their malevolent plan. You had no weapons, no means of escape, no company.

Your mind finally falls on your patrol partner, Antoine. Why wasn’t he in here? Did he get away? The trio made no mention of him. He would have been in here if he was captured as well.

Or did they “take care” of him first? You begin to feel even more nauseous when you remember what the man Jacob had been doing prior to your waking. Was Antoine not spared? You had no idea how long you were out for. Ian had only said that you were out for a while. Regardless of your loathing for Antoine and his stupidity, you prayed to every known entity out there that he’d made it back to Jackson.

Your heart sank even further down your stomach upon coming to another realization: was anyone looking for you? Surely after all this time, they’d realized you hadn’t been back from your patrol. They’d sent out search parties when people had gone missing, but how determined would they be to find you? Would they not just assume you were dead or, even worse, bitten? Who would be risking their safety outside the walls of Jackson for the shadow of a person that barely a soul in the town noticed anymore?

Ellie had not slept for more than twenty minutes in the past 72 hours. Despite Maria’s protests, she’d joined the search party that had been scouring the outskirts of Jackson for you. Maria eventually relented on letting her go when Joel had volunteered to join the mass of citizens tracking you down, promising her that he’d be by her side. Jesse and Dina had both stepped forward to take part as well, but Maria put her foot down and pointed out that she still needed competent protectors to continue keeping Jackson safe.

Antoine was dragged into joining the search party on the first day to retrace the steps you and he had taken during your patrol. He abashedly walked Ellie and Joel through the house you’d been kidnapped in, leading them into the bedroom where you’d been knocked unconscious. After squeezing every bit of information out of him, Joel crisply ordered Antoine to go back outside and wait with the horses while he and Ellie scoured the place.

Within moments of their search, Ellie spots a glint of metal on the rug. She crouches down to further inspect what had caught her eye to find a sharp, golden point aiming upward. She turns it over to see it was the half-moon pin she’d given you over a year ago. It was missing the backing, which she knew meant it was accidentally torn off your backpack that she knew you’d pinned it on.

Slowly standing up, Ellie didn’t realize that she’d begun to sob. Joel turns to her and before he’s able to inquire anything of her, she holds out the hand carrying the pin. He picks it up and examines it, immediately recalling the day when he and Ellie had found it during patrol. He remembered how gleeful she was upon its discovery, how he’d rolled his eyes and chuckled over how absolutely lovestruck she was over you. He pulls her into a tight hug as she continues to cry uncontrollably.

“We’ll find her, kiddo. You and me, we crossed the entire country together and survived. We’ll find her together, I promise.”

It could have been days, weeks that had passed since you were abducted. Time had no meaning in your small prison, nothing but the sun shining through a small window to indicate what vague hour of the day it possibly was. Your only source of human interaction was when someone would bring you a tray of food twice in, what you’d assume, a day. You’d eventually caved into your hunger, realizing that you had no other choice other than resorting to the same barbaric sin these people had grown so comfortable in doing. Your only comfort was knowing that they had only been feeding you deer meat, the flavour remaining unchanged and the taste never being unfamiliar.

It was a different person delivering the food and water every time, leading you to believe that this was a larger group of people than just the three men you’d met on your first day. At first, you attempted to keep count of how many came in, but your solitary confinement was quickly driving you to delusion and you began to doubt your memory.

The only thing that was keeping you mildly sane was singing to yourself throughout the day. The act that had once brought you solace during your time in the greenhouses was the one thing that was keeping you grounded as you felt yourself slowly withering away.

🎶 Tonight, you’re mine completely // You give your love so sweetly

Tonight, the light of love is in your eyes // But will you still love me tomorrow? 🎶

Memories of Ellie come flooding to you like an avalanche: the way she’d wrap her arms around you while you were quietly humming songs from the old world to yourself as you washed dishes, the way she’d urge you to keep singing as she tried to twirl you around in your living room, how she used to love laying on your chest and listening to your crooning as you’d stroke her hair when you’d both be lounging on a day off.

🎶 Is this a lasting treasure // Or just a moment’s pleasure?

Can I believe the magic of your sighs? // Will you still love me tomorrow? 🎶

You and Ellie both bonding over your love of music was one of the first steps towards falling in love with one another. You’d always been drawn to her, since the moment your eyes met. But as you both learned more about each other, that attraction grew into the feeling of needing her for the rest of your life.

🎶 Tonight with words unspoken // You say that I’m the only one

But will my heart be broken // When the night meets the morning sun? 🎶

You wonder if you’d be where you were in the first place if you and Ellie hadn’t broken up in the first place. You would have kept your patrol duties, and maybe you wouldn’t have gotten paired up with Antoine. Maybe your desolation and disconnect from life turned you careless. You’d been in mortal peril several times in the past. But not like this.

🎶 I’d like to know that your love // Is a love I can be sure of

So tell me now and I won’t ask again // Will you still love me tomorrow?

Will you still love me tomorrow? 🎶

You needed Ellie.

It had been over four days since your sudden kidnapping, and Ellie was growing more and more desperate. There had been little traces of where you’d been taken and even less proof of whether you were still alive. Ellie felt every part of her dying every second you hadn’t been found, and the only thing that kept her going was her unyielding determination to have you safe and sound back home.

It was evening when Ellie and Joel had regrouped with the rest of the search party at a watch tower that usually served as a patrol checkpoint. She and Joel had safely tied the reins of their horses next to the others before heading to the second floor of the watchtower. Ellie had been adamant to continue searching through the night, and it took everything within Joel not to drag her by her toes to get some rest and convene with the others.

Joel was reprimanding her calmly for making them late meeting up with the rest of the search party as they walked into the room full of other Jackson citizens who were all conversing erratically. When they’d set eyes on the pair, a hush fell over the group. Ellie and Joel begin scanning their faces before a woman in the middle speaks up.

“We think we might know where they are, Joel.” She announces softly.

Ellie’s exhausted demeanour immediately shifts to alertness.

“Where? How do you know? Are you sure?” She demands agitatedly.

Joel holds a hand up to Ellie before saying, “What did you find?”

“Audrey and Lyn spotted some raiders about six miles northeast. Or at least, they thought they were raiders. They overheard their conversation and…” She looks over at a pair of women sitting on a couch to the side.

“They’re from a settlement not too far from where we spotted them.” The woman named Lyn speaks. “I’m not sure how we never discovered it, but there’s a rather large group that’s dwelling in that area. Not nearly as big as Jackson, but a good amount,”

“They armed?” Joel questions.

“Yeah. We need to be careful approaching them. It doesn’t to be as safely guarded as Jackson, but the sentries still look vicious.”

“Do we need backup?”

“I think as long as we’re smart and stealthy, our group will be good enough to infiltrate their village.”

“How do we know for sure that she’s in there?”

Lyn exchanges a look with the woman Audrey next to her.

“They were talking about some fresh meat that they’d acquired just a few days ago, a girl. They—”

Lyn falters, unable to finish her sentence. Audrey glances at her before looking at both Joel and Ellie with wary eyes.

“Th-they’re cannibals, Joel.”

All the colour drains from Ellie’s face as she’s flung into memories from a decade ago of being trapped in a cage by a man named David.

🎶 They say everything can be replaced // They say every distance is not near 🎶

You were laying on your back, facing up at the bleak and boring ceiling that you’d grown to memorize.

🎶 So I remember every face // Of every man who put me here 🎶

Your eyes were glazed over, autonomously singing lyrics to a song that you knew by heart.

🎶 I see my light come shining // From the west down to the east 🎶

You try desperately to cling to the memory of Ellie’s face, terrified to lose all the small details that you felt slowly slipping away as you descend more and more into sequestered delusion.

🎶 Any day now, any day now // I shall be released 🎶

“Is that what you think, sweetheart?” A voice interrupts your musical reverie.

You turn slowly towards the speaker who was crouching outside your cage, your head the only thing that moves as the rest of your body is too weak to physically respond.

“You have a beautiful voice. I’ve been growing fond of hearing it these past few days. Big fan of the oldies, huh?”

You continue to stare at Ian, your face expressionless.

“That’s something we’ve got in common, you and I. I’m quite partial to Otis Redding myself.”

You struggle to keep down the bile building up in your throat at hearing this repulsive man expressing love for something.

“It’s almost endearing how you still hold out hope for escaping.”

“It’s just a song.” You finally speak, deadpan.

“True.” Ian responds, his face perking up at your engagement. “You still do have a chance to be released, you know. Just gotta prove that you’ll be a valuable asset to us. Be a team player.”

“You mean consent to eating people.”

“We’re survivalists, princess. In this world, being picky is not a luxury.”

“I’d rather retain the little humanity I have left, thanks.” You retort before turning your head back to stare at the ceiling once more.

“Surviving and persevering is inherently human. We kill to survive. We take care of our own, by any means necessary.”

“So now what?” You ask. “You’re gonna chop me up into tiny pieces and serve me to your cult?”

“Hey, now. ‘Cult’ is a bit too strong of a word, muffin.” He says, defensively. “Like I said, we’re survivalists. But I’d rather not have to—how’d you say it? ‘Chop you up into tiny pieces’?”

You merely scoff in response.

“Please tell me your name.”

“No.”

“You know mine.”

“Indeed I do.”

“I’ve been quite honest with you. It’s just the polite thing to do, you know.”

“You know what’s polite?” You turn your head back towards him. “Not keeping someone in a fucking cage.”

“Just a precaution. Gotta figure out if you can be one of us.”

“In your motherfucking dreams, asshole.” You spit.

Ian sighs before standing up straight once more. He looks at you despondently.

“It’d be a shame to lose you, sweetheart. You have heart. You’re special. Having you for dinner would feel like such a waste of the little beauty left in this world.”

“I’m not your fucking sweetheart.” You seethe.

“That’s too bad.” Ian tsks. “Keep singing those songs for me, sweetheart. While you still can.”

He exits the room, and you hear the sound of multiple locks clicking as you had every time you were left alone once more.

A sinking feeling in your stomach tells you that you may not be trapped in this cage for much longer.

Ellie’s ocean-green eyes scan their surroundings, observing the guards that patrolled the edge of the village. There were at least a dozen of them and they appeared to be heavily armed as Lyn had promised. Some were keeping vigilant watch, but most were carelessly chatting with one another.

The whole party from Jackson remained perfectly concealed in the shadows of the forest right next to the village. They’d chosen to arrive at dusk at the exact time that the sun had just set, perfect to remain eclipsed in the shade but having enough light to navigate the unfamiliar town.

Joel lifts his head slightly from the bush he and Ellie were hidden behind, meeting the eyes of the others as he gave a signal. They all nodded in quiet response as they readied their weapons, some holding pistols equipped with makeshift silencers and Ellie with her faithful bow and arrow. One by one, they take out each of the guards. They fall quickly to the ground, none having enough time to react or sound any alarm of an attack. The second the last one collapses, Joel holds up a hand as he silently counts down before signalling the rest to quickly approach.

Ellie is the quickest to reach the border of the town, having set aside her bow and equipping her semi-auto pistol. Remembering information Lyn and Audrey had provided from their overheard conversation, she swiftly weaves through the village as her eyes scoured for a brick house with a metal entryway. Most of the buildings seemed to be partially constructed with a wooden exterior, but if their intel was correct, you were being kept in some kind of slaughterhouse.

As she’s made it halfway through the town, Ellie catches the eye of another companion who gestures to a brown cinder block building being guarded by two citizens holding hunting rifles. She scans the scene before aiming her gun towards them, her precise shots quieted by a silencer. Both guards topple over almost immediately, giving Ellie the opportunity to sprint towards the entrance. She’s joined by a boy named Levi to see the door to the slaughterhouse sealed off by a heavy padlock. She signals Levi to draw back before aiming her pistol and shattering the lock.

Ellie tears it off the handles before wrenching the doors open. She actively ignores the heavy machinery and smell of rotting meat and spots a door that appeared to lead down to a lower floor. That too was padlocked and she immediately attended to it the same way she’d done with the first. Levi remains behind to keep watch as Ellie quietly descends down the stairs to the basement.

She ignores all the doorways leading to other rooms when she spots a heavy-looking metal door with multiple locks. As she approaches it, she hears a muffled melody from behind it.

Is that…singing?

🎶 Now you say you’re lonely // You cry the whole night through

Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river // I cried a river over you 🎶

Ellie recognizes the same voice she had fallen in love with all those years ago as yours, her heart filling with affection and her spirits being lifted for the first time in days.

🎶 Now you say you’re sorry // For being so untrue

Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river // I cried a river over you 🎶

As she examines the steel entryway for an opening, she’s flooded with memories of secretly listening to your innocent singing when you had thought you were alone.

🎶 You drove me, nearly drove me out of my head // While you never shed a tear

Remember, I remember all that you said // Told me that love was too plebeian

Told me you were through with me 🎶

Ellie unbolts several latches and uses her pistol to shoot off yet another heavy-duty lock that separated her from you.

🎶 And now you say you love me // Well, just to prove you do

Come on and cry me a river, cry me a river // I cried a river over you 🎶

She violently wrenches the weighty door open, realizing now more than ever how much she needs you.

🎶 I cried a river over you

I cried a river over you

I cried a river over you 🎶

The song fades to an end as her eyes fall onto a figure trapped within silver fencing, laying flat on its back with its hands folded on its stomach.

“B-baby?” Ellie whispers, eyes filling with tears.

Your own eyes remain closed as you ignore the quiet voice you assumed was Ian, returning once more to torment you and perhaps even drag you to your death.

Ellie approaches your cage, her gaze falling on your frame for the first time in what felt like an eternity. She notices how much scraggier you appeared, clearly being fed very little during your confinement.

She clears her throat softly as she crouches down to your level, hand falling on the fencing that felt reminiscent of the prison she was once held in all those years ago.

“Baby.” She repeats once more, her voice clearer and fuller.

“Go to hell, Ian.” You finally vocalize, eyes still remaining closed and ignoring how the voice seemed different from that of Ian’s. You conclude that you’ve finally reached the point of delusion where any voice you hear mimics that of your ex-girlfriend.

“No, it’s-it’s me.” Ellie whispers.

You finally open your eyes and turn towards the source of introduction. Your eyebrows lift slightly as you take in the features of the girl you were still madly in love with, despite everything. You look her up and down for a few moments before returning to your original position.

“This is a rather cruel joke. I preferred it when my hallucinations left me alone, thank you.”

“This isn’t a hallucination,” Ellie utters as she feels her heart crack. “I’m here, baby. I’m here.”

You turn back towards her and finally sit up, further examining your new companion. You scrutinize her further, still fully of the belief that your delusion had finally taken hold of you. You approach the border of your cage slowly before speaking.

“Are you real?” You ask.

Finally within your reach, Ellie holds a hand out as far as she’s able to stroke your cheek.

“I’m real, pretty girl. I promise.”

The moment her skin touches yours, your body is filled with a sense of vigour and life that it hadn’t felt in weeks.

“E-Ellie?” You say meekly.

“I’m here,” She repeats. “I’m here. I’m getting you out right now.”

“No, you’re not. Hands up.”

Your body freezes at the sound of the voice you’d grown to be familiar with the past few days.

“Drop the gun. Now.”

Ellie immediately lets go of her pistol and rigidly straightens up from her crouched position. She turns slowly towards Ian who has a revolver pointed, not at her, but at you.

“So, my new pet has a little friend? Sweetheart, you never told me about her.”

“Don’t fucking call her that.” Ellie spits.

“I can call her whatever I want. I’m not the one with a gun to their head.”

Ellie eyes his revolver and slowly inches to shield you from his aim.

“Don’t you fucking move!” Ian hisses. “I can shoot you, then shoot her.”

“E-Ellie, please just,” You stutter. “Move out of the way.”

“No,” Ellie mutters through gritted teeth, standing her ground. “I’m not fucking moving.”

“You’ve got until the count of three.” He orders her.

You grip the back of Ellie’s shirt through the fence, silently urging her to move. She refuses to yield.

“One,” Ian begins. “Two—”

His countdown is interrupted by the butt of a gun colliding with the back of his head. Joel emerges from behind him holding up a hunting rifle.

You let out a choked-out sob, your grip on Ellie’s shirt loosening. Hot tears were falling down your cheeks that you didn’t notice until Ellie turned towards you to check on your state, wiping them away.

“Are you okay?” She asks fervently.

“I-I…” You stammer.

“We need to go now.” Joel interrupts. “We may have taken out a few guards, but we don’t know how many more they have stationed out there.”

Joel searches Ian’s unconscious body, finding a set of keys in his front pocket. After some trial and error, he and Ellie are able to find the key that unlocked your cage.

Ellie pulls you into a tight embrace, repeatedly whispering “thank god, thank god,” into your hair. You pull away, feeling slightly suffocated and having no desire to remain within this room that served as your prison for what felt like years.

Ellie picks up the pistol she had dropped before she begins to walk you towards the exit. But before you reach it, Ian begins to stir from beneath you. Both Joel and Ellie point their respective guns at him.

“Wait.” You say, holding a hand up.

“Baby, but—“ Ellie begins but stops when she sees you reaching towards the butcher’s knife that had been stabbed into the chopping table, the same one that had served as your only view during your confinement.

Ellie releases your waist just as you lift the cleaver above your head.

The moment you step out of the slaughterhouse, you nearly collapse. It was almost as if the air outside your prison was twice as thick than within, and your lungs were still incapable of not choking from it.

Ellie, sensing you about to drop, quickly wraps her arms around your waist as your legs crumple beneath you. She scoops you up from your knees and carries you down the road, Joel following quickly behind. As you spot the borders of the town where familiar faces from Jackson begin convening around you, you black out in a flash.

You wake up to the familiar scent of cedarwood and sage. Your body feels weighed down onto what felt like a bed, unable to move your limbs with ease. Every part of you still wished to remain asleep, but something else seemed to be pulling you out of your comatose state. Your eyes are the first to move, fluttering open slowly and agonizingly before they survey the position you’d been unconsciously placed in.

Light peeks through sheer blue curtains that decorated Ellie’s garage window to your right. You shift your head slightly to gaze through the panes, regarding how there was barely any snow on the ground. Your eyebrows knit in bewilderment, wondering how long you’d been out for that the snow had finally melted.

“It rained yesterday while you were sleeping.”

You slowly turn towards the sound of the gentle, calming voice and meet the ocean-green eyes that had been staring at you since the moment you’d woken.

“What?” You whisper, voice croaking from lack of use.

“That’s why there’s no snow anymore. Rain melted it away last night.”

Ellie was sitting at the foot of the bed, a graphic novel right next to her that now lay forgotten.

You stare at her in befuddlement, perplexed at how she’d read your mind so quickly and easily just from a look.

“Oh,” You say. “How long was I out for?”

“About a day or so.”

“Shit. I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?” Ellie says, moving from her spot to settle next to you. She places a gentle hand on top of yours.

“I-I don’t know.” You reply, cringing instinctively at her touch.

She pulls away immediately.

“S-sorry…”

“It’s okay.” You utter, heart rising to your cheeks. “Is everyone alright?”

“Everyone’s fine, I promise. We were able to get in and out quick with no casualties on our side.”

“No one was hurt?”

“That kid Levi is probably a little traumatized after entering that slaughterhouse, but he’ll probably stop vomiting anytime soon.” Ellie attempts a joke, smiling slightly.

You don’t return her smile, looking down at your hands in guilt. The memories of being trapped in that isolated hell were still so raw and you were trying not to throw up from the thought of it yourself.

“I can’t believe I was so stupid to get caught like that. I put so many people in fucking danger just because I let my guard down. I fucking—”

“No, don’t do that.” Ellie interrupts. Her hand twitches, as if she wanted to touch you again but stopped herself. “That fucking coward Antoine should have never left you alone.”

“It’s not his fault… He was just scared. It’d have probably been worse if he got caught along with me.”

“If you just had a competent partner out there with you… It should have been me in the first place like it always was before.” Ellie curses.

“It’s fine…” You mutter.

“It’s not fucking fine!” Ellie exclaims, throwing her hands up and getting up in frustration. You watch as she paces by the bed. “I-I could have lost you, baby.”

“Why does that matter?” You whisper.

“B-because…” Ellie stutters, not making eye contact with you. “Because I love you.”

You stare at her vacantly. Those had been the words you’d been wanting to hear again from her for the past month. But you couldn’t bring yourself to believe her.

“You didn’t before.” You say blankly. “What you did, someone who loved me wouldn’t do that. You left me. You fucking left me.”

Ellie kneels next to you and dares put her hands on top of yours once more.

“I never stopped loving you, baby. The past few weeks… it was fucking hell on earth. It took fucking everything in me not to crawl back on my knees to you and beg for your forgiveness.”

“But you didn’t,” You argue. “You threw me out, Ellie. You told me to stop calling you ‘baby.’ The past month… it was slowly killing me, and you didn’t give a damn. You didn’t fucking care. You went about your life like you didn’t tear my heart out of my chest. I haven’t seen you once since that night, and suddenly you’re here telling me you still love me.”

“Cause it hurt me every time I saw you.” Ellie says, voice cracking and eyes watering. “Every time I saw you when I passed by the greenhouses or when I would see you walking home… it fucking hurt.”

“Didn’t fucking seem like it. ”

“I-I thought… I thought being apart was what was best for us. I loved you so much and I didn’t want my past to get in the way, I thought that maybe I could make you see that I’m faithful to you and only you. It was so fucking stupid, I was so fucking stupid.”

Tears were streaming down Ellie’s face nonstop now, staining the bedsheets.

“Everything that happened to you the past few days, it was my fault. You’d never have been there if I didn’t push you away. I can only imagine the kind of torture you went through, being in there. I was so fucking terrified, the most I’d ever been in my whole life. All because I was too fucking proud, too fucking blind.”

Your breath hitches, remembering the time Ellie’d confided in you one sleepless night about what happened to her a decade ago when she was kidnapped by a man named David.

“I’m so sorry, baby.” Ellie continues. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. I don’t love anybody else. You don’t know how much I need you, how much I’ll always need you. I was so fucking stupid, I’m so sorry.”

You pull one of your hands away from hers to caress her face, the corners of your lips turning up slightly.

“Yeah. Yeah, you are kind of stupid.”

Ellie’s eyes widen in surprise and her face breaks out into a teary smile.

“It took me getting kidnapped and eaten by a group of cannibals for you to apologize?” You say, joking for the first time in a month. Ellie laughs awkwardly.

“I’ll never leave you again. I swear.”

“No, you don’t have to swear, Ellie. It’s—“

She shakes her head.

“I know I have to gain your trust back. I can’t imagine the hell you went through the past few days, and the most important thing for me right now is to make sure you’re okay. And to make sure you know that I’ll be here with you. Forever, until you don’t want me anymore.”

“I’ll always want you, Ellie.” You smile, your thumb wiping her tears away. She leans into your hand as she gazes lovingly back at you.

“C-can I kiss you?” She asks softly. You freeze for a moment.

“I-I’m still… I mean, the past few days are still—” You begin to stutter.

“It’s okay, baby.” She whispers. “Please don’t rush yourself, take your time.”

She settles for taking your hand on her face between both of hers and giving it the lightest of kisses. You smile before she speaks again.

“I’ll wait forever.”

author’s notes:

absolutely insane how long this one-shot turned out to be. it was supposed to be much, much shorter but oops. thank you for being patient with me.

reader’s moon pin is in third quarter (or just a half moon) because third quarter moon is supposed to represent forgiveness and revisiting past actions and etc. thought it was fitting :)

the part where reader wakes up in the cage is supposed to mirror when ellie was captured by david in the first game, so if it sounds familiar, that's why

the cult leader's name is ian simply because i have an ex-boyfriend whose name is ian and i hate his guts, it was fun to name a bad guy after him

love you all, promise i’ll work on ncty soon. just dealing with a lot of shit in my personal life rn (yes a lot of it is shit with my ex shut up), so just keep being patient with me if y’all can ♡︎

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[A:4 C:68]

(Ramos)

“Wh, what is. . ." "Ramos!?!"

(You were. . . You’re in the greenhouse.)

"Look out, everyone!"

(This. . . Moment. You remember, remember. . .)

"Loop please!!! We can handle it, please! Just go rest!"

(You can’t move. Vines of mint entangled your legs, arms, body. You could hear, you could hear them, your, friends-)

"I'm fine! I, I can't leave you guys to, to do this alone."

(You, you just wanted to be strong. You just wanted to be strong. You, just. . . There’s water filling the green house.)

(Black, inky water.)

"We might not have that luxury. If we . . . figure . . . . . op them . . . then. . ."

(Fading, you can hear them, fading. FADING!! No, no no no!!! You can barely hear them now, the water, the ink, the void it, it’s flooding in, up to your ankles, no, your KNEES now!!! You struggle against the mint. No, no no NO!!!)

". . .ine! B. . . . . .er fo. . . . .ste. . . ."

(You can barely hear them!!! Please, PLEASE NO NOT THIS!!!!)

{WHAT DIFFERENCE WILL IT MAKE.}

(What, w-who was--)

(A tendril of that void rose from the ink and grabbed you by the shoulder, pulling you down to a knee. Water rising, mint not, letting, go! You, you-)

{WHAT DIFFERENCE WILL IT MAKE. YOU. ARE. NOTHING. TO. THEM.}

(N-nonono!! NO!!!)

{YOU KNOW IT’S TRUE. ISABEAU THINKS YOU ARE WORTHLESS. ISABEAU IS JUDGING YOU. YOU ARE HOLDING. HIM. DOWN.}

(Another tendril bursts from the water and drags your head closer to the water, it’s, inches away. You’re panicking, breathing faster. No no no no no stop talking, STOP TALKING!!! You, y-you need to, go, help--)

{YOU DIDN’T HELP, LIKE ALL THE OTHERS. YOU LET ISABEAU GO OFF ALONE AND NOW HE’S LEFT YOU ALONE, AGAIN. AND NOW YOU’VE RUINED. THEIR. LIVES.}

(You see a ripple in the water, and take a breath just in time for the void to surge upward, engulfing you in the chilling waters.)

{YOU’RE NOTHING. NOTHING. WILL ALWAYS BE. A. NOTHING.}

(You couldn’t see or hear anything through the water, it was cold, it was icy cold and thick as blood! It grasped at you, clung to you, squeezed you, begging you to give in! You, y-you don’t want to give in!!! You, y-you-)

{WHY DENY IT? LET GO. LET YOUR BODY SINK. ACCEPT IT. NOTHING, AND, NOBODY.}

(You, y-you can’t see a face but, the void it’s, it’s looking at you. You KNOW it’s looking at you! You feel it all around you, cold, gripping, clawing at you you, you, don’t. Want. To--)

{LET GO.}

(N-no--)

{LET. GO.}

(N-no! I won’t!!)

{LET!!! GO!!!}

(JUST SHUT UP ALREADY!!!!!!!!)

(SO WHAT!!! WHAT IF I’M NOTHING!!! WHAT IF I'LL ALWAYS BE NOTHING AND NOBODY!!! SO WHAT IF I STAY AS USELESS LITTLE RAMOS WHO COULDN’T DO A SINGLE THING RIGHT!!! WELL I DON'T CARE!!! I DON'T CRABBING CARE!!!!)

(You open your mouth and let the air out of your lungs.)

(I’LL DO WHAT I ALWAYS DO!! MY STUPID! CRABBING! BEST!!! AND IF THAT’S NOT ENOUGH?!? THEN I’LL DIE!!! I’LL DIE HAPPY KNOWING I AT LEAST TRIED TO DO SOMETHING WITH MY LIFE!!!)

(The greenhouse is fading away. The memory is getting darker.)

(SO GO ON!!! DROWN ME!!! DROWN ME ALREADY, JUST DRON ME!!! KILL ME!!! YOU CAN’T KILL ME IN ANY WAY THAT MATTERS SO JUST DROWN ME!!! DO IT!!! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!!!)

{. . . . . .}

(The mint vines snap.)

(. . . . . . This was. . . Where the, the memory ended.)

(After this you turned back into a human, Loop fainted, and. . . You were. . . Welcomed in. . . ?)

(You’re floating in that void. . . Who, who, are you again? You’re. . . You know you’re, someone, and you, were. . . You were. . .)

(You feel something, grabbing, at you. You feel someone calling to you. . . It sounds. . . nice?)

(Something grabs your arm.)

(Ramos) [Alex] {?????} |Jasmine| <Altiare>

(In a moment you’re pulled from the well in the center of the garden. The liquid stained black like ink. You’re coughing up water and, a-and feel, exhausted, terrible, surprisingly refreshed-)

|R-RAMOS?!?!|

[STARS ABOVE!!]

(Wha, what? Who, what- You look up, the garden was here again? But, like some storm had come through, and things were still being put back together. Those three, the, imaginary friends? They-)

|WE’RE NOT IMAGINARY!!!! YOU!!!! BATFACE!!!!!!|

(Know what-)

[We’re a system, idiot.]

(. . . What? But, no I’m-)

|WE ARE!!!!!|

[Yeah we went through a whole two day long crisis over it. Welcome to the party.]

(But?!!? I’ve never had memory problems?!?! You shake your head and get into a sitting position. A-and, I don’t remember anything, super traumatic about our childhood so. . .)

<. . . . . You put a hand to your head. Buddy. . .>

(. . . You look away. Uh-)

(C-crab, rea-)

(OKAY I GET IT!!! You sigh. So, we were a system the whole time?!?)

[Yeah.]

(But, I mean, well. . . I haven’t heard from you guys in a while so, what. . . O-oh, oh.)

[Yeah.]

(O-oh Change, oh Change oh my fu- I, did, what’d he-)

[Buried us alive in the garden.]

(. . .)

[“I just wanna get stronger, clear up my head, be able to focus better” and I guess Perci mc’fuckpants heard that and said “alright, better burry these guys in THE BLINDING GROUND!!!”]

|It was, i-it was really scary.|

(. . . O-oh I. . . I’m, I’m so sorry. Change I’m, I’m so, so, so so sorry.)

[Yeah. You cross your arms. You better be.]

(. . .)

[. . . You better be sorry for leaving your PARTNER all worried for you.]

(WH- W-WAIT HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN!?!?)

|Uhm, three weeks? A month?|

(CRAB!!! I gotta go apologize and, a-and-)

[Yeah there’s that, too.]

(They’re all looking at you still. Uh, Huh?)

(You look down, and sure enough, there's a giant gash that tore through your shirt and left a scar on your skin. . . . Oh. O-oh. . .)

|YEAH!!!! I TOLD YOU IT WAS REAL!!!!|

[And I shoulda believed you little buddy, it sure was.]

(What’re you- okay. You turn aroundCRABBINGStARSWHATIS--)

{. . .}

|THE BUGGY!!!|

<Yeah, it sure is. You eye at the. . . The weird as hell bug mask thing with a cloak. Jazz’s been saying there’s been a bug wandering around here, first time me and Al’ get to see it it’s dragging your sorry ass out of the well.>

(T-that. . . That’s, y-you, you’re--)

{You crouch down, getting more on level with Ramos. Are. You. Hurt?}

<!!!>

|WOAH!!!|

[So it does speak.]

(W-wha- I-I mean, I’m, I’m okay, I think, ah, w-what. . .)

{You’re. A. Good. Swimmer. You stand up, and climb into the well.}

(HUH?!??!?!)

|WAAAA!!!! You run over to the well and peek in. BUT!! BUGGYYYY!!! WHO’RE YOU!!!!!|

{He-llo. You peek at Jasmine.}

|Hi!!! :D!!!|

{Name, is. . . Nihil.}

|Nihil!!! Good to meet you again!!! I wanna see you again and talk and do cool stuff again, kay?|

{O-kay. :)}

[. . . . What? What? That, that’s really the bug Jasmine’s been playing with?]

(. . . You feel like you’re going to pass out.)

[Oooh no ya don’t. I’m forcing you to be in charge today.]

(WHUH?!!??! You stand up, b-but, I just, got back?!?)

[And you have five months of experience and was the one fronting or existing the most or whatever. Congrats, get your ass in the greenhouse.]

(I-)

<We’ll catch you up, help ease you in. Got it?>

(. . . O-okay. Okay. Got it.)

(Siffrin) {Mal Du Pays} <Null> |Asterion| +Rosmarinus+ =Socks= [Loop] [(Saffron)]

(You hopped up the stairs two at a time, heading to your shared room to grab your journal. There wasn’t any rush, you just wanted to be fast.)

(Right, that too. You hoped they were okay.)

<They’re fine, Siffrin.>

(R-right. . . You get to your door, quickly knocking twice before walking in. Oh! Groundskeepers were already getting dressed! Hair down today, with their vest and loose pants, and they were just putting on the bandana. They turn to you, mouth open about to say something, then pause. Wait-)

“. . R-ramos?!?!” (You ask, hopefully.)

(They sink into their shoulders shyly, but smile.) “H-heySif--”

(That’s all you needed to run and tackle-hug the defender-in-training. You squeezed them close, hold them close. They’re not gone. They’re here. They’re okay. They’re okay and alive and here and talking and okay. They’re okay. They’re, okay. You feel their arms around you. . .)

“. . . . . Miss me?” (They finally ask.)

“Very.” (You mumble into their shirt.) “. . . I’m sorry, Ramos, I-”

“Oh shut it.” (You feel them bonk you on the head.) “I was poking in business I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry-”

“YOU’RE SORRY?!??” (You look back up at them with a Look on your Face.) “YOU GOT STABBED AND YOU’RE SORRY!?!??!”

“I-I MEAN, I, DIDN’T REALLY-”

“YOU DISAPPEARED FOR A COUPLE WEEKS!!!!”

(They sink into their shoulders again.) “. . . O-okay, sorry, Sif- NO! N-not sorry!!! I-I mean I’m-- y-you get it!!”

(You giggle at that, and give them one more squeeze.)

{Cloak.}

(RIGHT!!!) “Oh yeah!!! We found something you might want.” (You step back and excitedly walk to the closet, and start digging around in it.)

“Huh? What is it?” (Ramos walks over, curious.)

(Then stops.)

(You found what you’re looking for, you hold it up. A white cloak, with segmented, petal-like ends.)

“. . . . . We, Alex and I, were looking through some of the things Eri left you and found. . . This.”

“That’s. . .” (You could see gears turning in their head.)

“Isa cleaned it and finished some of the stitching they never got to. He used the same ones that are on my cloak.” (You hold it out to them) “Eri made it for you.”

(Ramos was stunned. You could see the tears welling up. They eventually reached out, shakily, and took the cloak. They tossed it around them and put it on. You helped with the pins. After a moment, you step back, both to see them better, and let them look in the mirror.)

“. . . V-void. . .”

“We match!!!” (You flap your hands excitedly.)

“. . . Y-yeah!” (They turn to you, crying.) “We match!”

(They take your hands in theirs and jump in place a little. The both of you end up doing a silly little dance on the spot, giggling and crying just a little.)

“W-woah!! Rams?” (You turn, Isabeau’s in the doorway! His new glasses and cool jacket in place. You beam at him.)

“Hi Isa!!!” (Ramos replies, excited, but still teary. They go over and hug him.) “T-thanks for, for, for just being the best.”

“Aww Rams.” (Pat pat. You pat them too.) “Right back atchya, buddy- oh yeah!!! BONNIE COME UP HERE!!!”

(Isabeaus yell downstairs was met with an equally loud one.) “NUH UH!!!”

(Your turn.) “BONNIE HAS A CRAB FAAAACE!!!!”

“WHAT!!!!!” (NOW you hear the quick and loud footsteps of an angry preteen. You and Ramos step back.)

(Bonnie bursts into the room still wearing their own new attire. Ramos’ little gasp was all you needed to hear. Bonnie had their own little white cloak on, with extra fabric and pockets in the front so it can act like an apron. Upon seeing you and Ramos, who now had their own cloak, Bonnies eyes lit up.)

“. . . CLOAK BUDDIES!!!!”

“CLOAK BUDDIES!!!!!”

(The three of you do that same silly little dance as before.)

“WE GOTTA SHOW EVERYONE!!!” (Bonnie starts dragging you to the door.)

“Do you have one, Isa?” (Ramos asks.)

(Isabeau shakes his head.) “Nope, not yet at least. I wouldn’t wanna make one for myself, right?”

“Right.” (You nod.) “It’s given by a family member s-so, uh, I'm gonna be learning how to sew after this is all done!”

“Awww!!! That’s sweet of you, Sif.” (Ramos beams.)

“COME OOOOONNNN!!!”

“Okay! Okay! We’re coming, Bonbon.”

(The three of you hurry downstairs, Bonnie smugly leading the charge into the living room, with you holding Isa and Ramos hands! THAT earned a cheer from everyone!)

<Eugh.>

{. . .}

(What!!!)

{. . . . You smile, happily.}

“Looking good, you three!” (Mira claps.)

(Odile smiles.) “Glad you’re back, Ramos.”

“Oh crab Ramos’ back?!?” (You see Nille pop her head through from the kitchen, then a grin spreads on her face.) “THERE’S the idiot!!! Do you know how crabbing worried we were about you?!?”

“S-sorry, Nille-”

“You’re off the hook this time, buster.” (She smirks, before going back to what she was doing.)

(Stars this is nice. You sit down on the couch, Isa and Ramos taking the initiative to flank you on each side. Trapped!!! No!!!!)

<You’re a terrible tactician, Siffrin.>

(Ramos kisses your cheek, causing you to retreat into the cloak, which causes Isa to kiss your head! Stars help!! Help!!!)

{No. This is nice.}

(!?!??!?!?!?!)

<?????????>

{. . . . :) }

(STARSokay. You eventually collapse on Isabeaus lap. A moment later, Isa was playing with your hair, and Ramos started massaging your probably very overworked leg muscles. You lean into the touch, sighing wistfully. . . Stars above. . .)

(You’ve never felt more relaxed in your life.)

“Be careful you two, you might drag out Socks again.” (Odile chuckled.)

“Hehe, activating their kitty cat mode.” =Mira giggled along.=

=Too late :3=

(STARS--)

=You nuzzle close to Isa, mumbling softly into his lap and letting yourself melt a little. You close your eye, bliss. . .=

“He is so cute. . .” =You hear Ramos whisper.= “How can someone be this cute?!?”

“They’re just adorable!!” =Isabeau whispers back.=

“. . . You know we were supposed to have a meeting about dealing with the Monets.” =Odile starts.= “But. . . I think that can wait until later.”

“Yaaay. . .” =You say softly. Oh right. You’re not getting front back. I want cuddles.=

(. . . It’s okay, so do I.)

=You’re happy to stay then!=

(Yay!!!)

#THERE WILL BE JOY #THIS IS NOT OPTIONAL #isat #in stars and time #art #isat au #siffrin system au #sifstem #isat art #isat fanart #isat spoilers #isat siffrin #isat ramos #isat isabeau #isat bonnie #isat fanfic #isat oc #isat ocs

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pandasleepy07 · 5 months ago

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Ghostober - Day 1 [Mountain]

⚠️Warnings | Unconscious ghoul

"He was unconscious when I found him."

Wordcount | 1.7 K

“Y/N?” Mountain’s normally calm timber is frantic as you glance up from the couch in the common room. He holds Phantom in his arms. Well it looks like Phantom from what you could see from the vitiligo that popped out from under the ghouls sleeves.

“Mount? What happened?” You ask, standing up, concern slowly rising.

“I- I don’t know. I was going down to the greenhouse and I- he was unconscious when I found him.” He’s rambling. Something he rarely does. Something that only happens when he’s anxious.

You stand up and walk around the couch to him.

“He was just lying on the ground. Almost stepped on hi-”

“Mount,” you start smoothly, putting a hand on his arm gently. “Slow down. Let’s get him up to Aether. He’ll know what to do. And take a breath.”

“Right. Aether,” Mountain mutters before starting off in long strides towards the infirmary.

His shoulders are still wrung tight, and he keeps muttering quietly to himself. “He was in such a weird position. No one can do that normally.”

“Mountain,” you chide, scurrying across the room after him in an attempt to keep up. “Stop thinking about it, you’ll just worry yourself.”

He huffs out a breath but closes his mouth, stopping his rambling. He glances down at the little quintessence ghoul in his arms and then down at you, his expression softening at your attempt to keep in stride with him. He slows his stride a bit, still walking fast but at a much more manageable pace for you. “‘M just worried,” he mumbles quietly as the two of you start up the stairs to the infirmary.

“I know,” you respond softly. “Where did you find him, anyways?”

The question seems to help ground him on what he knows, not the possibilities. “By that little burrow. Y’know the one that the raccoons adopted last year?”

You nod.

“That one. He was laying there, twisted in a position that didn’t look normal.” His voice is softer now, worry clear in his tone.

“Of course it was the raccoons,” you mumble to yourself. “He loves those guys. Practically is one. I’ll go and check the burrow to see if I can figure out what he was doing out there.” You slow your pace and turn to head out when Mountain’s tail grabs your leg frantically. You turn back and see the panicked look in his eyes. “Orrrr I could come with you.”

“Please,” he whispers out the word, a pleading edge in his voice and it threatens to break your heart. You’ve never seen Mountain so scared. The large earth ghoul is normally an anchor for everyone yet in this moment you know he needs someone else to lean on.

Without saying anything you nod, and continue up the steps to the infirmary. You know how much Phantom means to Mountain. He sees the young ghoul as a kid brother. He took it upon himself to make sure he was adjusting well, knowing that Aether’s shoes were large and daunting, both literally and figuratively.

You push open the door and hold it open for Mountain who shuffles in sideways, looking around for Aether, who comes around the corner. His eyes widen in surprise, and he gestures Mountain towards a bed. Mountain gingerly places Phantom down on the medical bed before stepping back so that Aether can do his thing. The huge quintessence ghoul starts asking questions as he checks Phantoms vitals. “What happened? Why is he so cold? Wh-”

“Aether,” you cut him off sharply, as his questions put Mountain more and more on edge.

He glances over and notices Mountain’s tense stance and nods, turning back to Phantom. You gently put a hand on Mountain’s bicep, and squeeze lightly. “He’ll be okay,” you whisper.

He only grunts in response. You stand there with him watching as Aether checks his hear with a stethoscope, then his eyes with a pen light and a pulse oximetry. Mountain tenses with each minute that goes by where Aether doesn’t speak. You gently start to rub your thumb back and forth where your hand rests on his arm, in a quiet attempt to keep him grounded.

Aether steps back after a minute and turns around, a confused look on his face. “He seems fine. All of his vitals are normal. It looks like he’s just exhausted.”

“But he’s fine?” Mountain asks gruffly.

Aether nods. “He’s fine. Let him rest a bit.”

“What about his bones?”

Aether glances at Mountain then at Phantom. “What do you mean?”

“He was bent weirdly when I found him. I thought-”

Aether moves around the bed and gently checks Phantom for any serious injuries before looking up at Mountain. “Nothing’s hurt, Mount.”

That sentence helps ease tension from his body. “Yeah?” The word comes out shaky and unsure, like he can’t really believe it.

Aether walks around and places a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it. “Yeah. He’s okay. The little bug is okay. Why don’t you sit down? You’re not the one looking so good now.”

Mountain manages a soft chuckle and moves to sit on the chair in the corner. It creaks under his weight but holds him.

Aether turns to you. “Stay with him for me.”

You nod and move to stand next to Phantom’s bed, looking down at the young ghoul, who even in his sleep holds traces of exhaustion in his expression. You hear the curtain close around the small area as Aether leaves but it’s Mountain’s sigh that pulls your gaze up. Wordlessly, you walk around and slip onto his lap, curling up there, and sliding a hand into his hair, scratching between his horns. “He’s okay Mount. He’s okay.”

He only grunts in response, his arms coming to wrap around you tightly as he dips his head down into your hair. “S’was so worried.”

“I know,” you murmur softly. “I know.”

You sit there with him for nearly an hour before Phantom starts to stir. Mountain’s up in an instant, carefully placing you on the ground. He makes sure you’re steady before walking around to Phantom’s bedsite. “Bug? How are you feeling?”

Phantom sits up groggily and glances around to see the curtains of the infirmary. “Okay… why am I in the infirmary?”

Mountain recounts the story of how he found him, and Phantom pauses before laughing. “Oh Satanas, I never told you I was double jointed?”

๋࣭🕸🦇🕸๋࣭ ⭑Ghostober Masterlist 2024⭑ 🕸๋࣭ ⭑🦇🕸 ๋࣭

#ghost band #ghost ghouls #nameless ghouls #aether ghost #aether ghoul #mountain ghoul #mountain ghost #phantom ghoul #phantom ghost #reader x mountain #ghostober 2024 #the band ghost

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wellhalesbells · 11 days ago

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Writing game: post the last line that you wrote and tag someone for every word in the line.

tagged by @wolfspurr! thanks for thinking of me, ladybug!

this is just... not gonna make any sense and it's not even close to the last line i've written of this sterek fic, just the last line i've fiddled with (i'm having a love affair with the magic in it, what can i say)

He pulls and pulls and pulls, his hands growing slick with his own blood, sweat pouring down his back, spitting glass and pink saliva, until he’s yanked the last of it from the ground and the plant stutters, reshapes, and a woman is lying on the ground.

tagging (i'm not gonna do every word 'cause i am a run-on sentence nightmare, as per yooj, but uhhh): @piratefalls, @andavs, @alocalband, @kikiroo, @rosieposiepuddingnpie and anyone else who wants in!

also, uhhh, context below if you're curious (stiles is fine, i swear) :)

He had expected a hallway, some pathway between one place and the next, but instead he’s in a room with rich, heavy curtains, a gold thread glittering through the — no, endless open windows looking out onto a vast — an overstuffed greenhouse, sprawling with — a moth-eaten pool hall, the click of — a stable so dilapidated that he can feel drops of — a corner wreathed in shad — Stiles grabs his chin and pulls it low so Derek’s wide eyes meet his.

He murmurs softly, “How ‘bout I take this one, big guy?” Derek blinks at him. He doesn’t understand the request but he doesn’t understand most of what’s gone on today. In the same tone, Stiles prompts, “You remember what we’re looking for?”

And the second Derek does, there’s a snap that’s not so much sound as it is the rush of air settling and the soles of his boots sink into soft peat. The wet scent of moss and mud and still water overwhelms him and a bout of light-headedness threatens to level him. He takes a step with the express purpose of planting his feet and opens his eyes, not remembering closing them.

Branches crowd them overhead, one mere inches from the top of his head, the gentle rustle of its leaves in the barely noticeable breeze tickling along his every sense. He can’t see the pond or bog or marsh but he can smell it. Instead there’s dirt and trees and petals and seeds and slithering, clomping sounds in heavy underbrush.

“Wh — ere are we?” His voice is croaky, feeling the intimidation his squared shoulders are fighting back.

Stiles steps lightly through the growth. “Archives,” he says, his voice fading as the buzz of a dragonfly drifts closer for a moment, “I thought you were all about silent observation? Only said it right in front of your face.” He stills a moment, tuts, and then looks down at his feet.

He wiggles his bare toes against the soft mud, bends down to roll up his jeans midway up his calves. He sniffs. “Better.”

“What—”

Stiles glances back at him, brow furrowing. “Tell me you weren’t expecting… what? File cabinets? Licenses and bureaucracy? It’s fucking magic, Broody Butt.” He looks up, pulls down something globular and doesn’t hesitate to take a bite out of it.

His hair flutters as though caught in a strong storm, his eyes flare a color Derek doesn’t have in his vocabulary, and his toes dig into the dirt. He tosses the fruit Derek doesn’t recognize over his shoulder.

“That was — ”

“Pure magical energy,” Stiles says with a nod, as though that was what Derek was going to say. “The registry, it’s not too Big Brother or too worrywart about it these days so most mages participate without any civil servants having to knock down their doors. The consequence to using unregistered magic is punitive enough that it’s worth the few hours of answering a fussy librarian’s questions and giving a little light show.”

Derek considers that, ducking under a branch after Stiles. He reaches towards a bush, pulls off a few berries and rolls them between his palms. After a few revolutions, he crushes them flat, but what escapes isn’t juice, it’s steam. He breathes it in, taking it deep into his lungs.

He exhales it out, the smoke forming a scythe in the air in front of him.

Derek watches Stiles for the verdict, which is given in the form of him simply turning and moving on.

For some reason, Derek is hesitant to voice it but — “Your own magic is here then.”

“Are you doubting my love for rule-following, Derek?” Derek opens his mouth because, for once, he hadn’t been seeking to insult Stiles but he grins back over his shoulder, revealing it had been a joke he had meant to share. Oh. They didn’t really do that and he can see the way Stiles’ grin strains realizing it. They’re not him and Laura. They’re never going to be. He still gamely adds, “I might’ve needed my door knocked but, yeah, it’s here.”

“What does it taste like,” Derek asks, not certain why he’s curious, only sure that he is.

Stiles pauses, a thoughtful expression on his face. Derek hadn’t thought he would answer, and that if he did, it would be flippant and throwaway. Instead there’s care and concentration to his words. “Kind of… barren. But not — not empty, more… expectant? The way flat landscape can host tornadoes or lightning storms or pouring rain or a stampede. It’s that second before it rushes in on your tongue. It tastes like raised flesh and hot blood and leaping stomachs.” He blinks, losing the glaze over his eyes. His tongue darts across his lower lip, soothing. “That’s what it tastes like.”

And Derek wants to taste… it.

Stiles swallows, breaking eye contact, plaid overshirt billowing with how hastily he turns. Derek follows carefully after him, cataloguing each body part to reassure himself he has control over them since that had felt precarious in a way he can’t quite articulate.

Stiles burns a feather whose smoke twists into letters, plants an acorn that explodes in a cloud of confetti which rearranges into a map of some podunk water park in Arkansas, and digs at roots that dig back at him.

Derek waves a hand at the gnats buzzing in a cluster too-near his ear. “I thought we only had five minutes?”

Stiles snorts. “Which is why I’ve made us so hard to find,” he jazz hands with his fingers, crouches down and pops a buttercup into his mouth.

Derek slams into him, hard, not having expected the way he’s frozen.

The scent of blood is a sudden and thick aroma surrounding them and Stiles turns, a cheery pink (artificial) blush on his cheeks and gobs of red dripping from his mouth, over his chin and dribbling down his neck. He opens his mouth on glass shards that have the spongy look of petals. Something flickers and it’s so fast Derek can’t catch it, doesn’t know if it was his eyes or his face or just a shadow, but—“It’s her.”

Before Derek can react, Stiles has spun around and is tearing up the entire root system growing the buttercups. He pulls and pulls and pulls, his hands growing slick with his own blood, sweat pouring down his back, spitting glass and pink saliva, until he’s yanked the last of it from the ground and the plant stutters, reshapes, and a woman is lying on the ground.

“What the—”

“Name,” Stiles snarls at her.

She’s carefully getting to her feet from the prone position she’d reformed in. She’s in her thirties maybe, attractive, with short curly hair and red lips and a thick waist. She smooths a hand down the back of her overalls, as though checking for dirt. She shakes a leaf from her boat shoes. “Delia Pritchett.”

Stiles eyes her coldly. “Information.”

She ruffles her hair from the bottom, stands up a little straighter. Her eyes aren’t focused on Stiles, they’re resting somewhere in the middle distance as though the prompt is coming from an unseen source. “Formerly of the Lafferty coven, because who can take that seriously? Current member of the Craven coven.” She half-laughs. “Hard to beat that. Alliterative and established.”

Stiles slices a hand towards her and it slides right through her neck, vanquishing the image as he says, “Enough.”

Derek opens his mouth —

Stiles lets out a depthless yet somehow mostly silent scream. “We don’t even know them! Craven? They’re upstate, rural, why the fuck — why would she — she had no reason to kill her,” his voice has risen to a crashing crescendo and birds Derek hadn’t even heard were there take off from the treetops.

“We need to leave,” Derek says sharply.

Stiles stares at him as though Derek is speaking a different language.

Derek snags him by the bicep, squeezes. “Stiles, we need to go.” Stiles is gazing through him now, his eyes visibly trying to pin down a motive, something that will make sense of the answer he’s gotten, restringing his mental murder board into some semblance of order. Derek shakes him, roughly. “Stiles.” He says it slowly: “You haven’t stopped bleeding.”

Stiles blinks up at him. Opens his hands palm-up. They’re torn to shreds. Blood keeps gushing up to cover his lips. He looks up at Derek again. “We don’t even know her. Our territories are nowhere near one another’s. She had no reas —”

“Stiles. I understand.” He’s still speaking slowly, carefully, trying to make Stiles see past the immediate disappointment to the more immediate life or death situation. “Do you understand that your blood is not clotting?”

He flexes his fingers. “It’s magic,” he says, with a little shrug as though none of this matters, not compared to the reality that a woman they have no reason to know killed someone who meant more to them than words could describe, not to gain anything or settle some score but because she could.

So she did.

#that's not even.... most of that scene i was having fun in my library ^^#i would both really like to finish this fic and also have no desire to finish this fic LOL #stiles and derek have such a good relationship dynamic in it and i don not wanna let it go #they're so angry with but also dependent on each other #this is the one where laura is killed and while she and stiles were close stiles and derek never were #so now they have to refigure their entire relationship without the glue that was holding it together and it is SO. FUN.#i just got to them finally touching penises (like i said this was not even close to how far i've gotten just the last thing i messed with)#and man if THAT isn't gonna fuck with derek's head!! (as much as he considered his sexuality he def thought he was straight so)#writing that bit now deciding how much of a freak out i want him to have #i wanted it to be a lot but he's very like: i'm freaking out about being close to someone not THE someone and fuckin' a #i think he's right. MY WAY was more fun for me though! but he won't go along with me #sterek #teen wolf #wip wednesday #it's not but it also basically is so

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littlehypnone · 10 months ago

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hello!!! hope you’re having an amazing day/night :3!

could you maybe write one of the ghouls like overdoing it one day then have to take is super easy- like basically bed rest the day after cause it caused a flare up and they get some comfort? if not that’s alright and i hope you have a wonderful rest of your day/night!

i had mountain and dew thoughts, hope its okay

little mountain, cg dew, cg aether, lots of pain and crying, hurt/comfort, use of quintessence

Mountain knew he was overdoing it. Too much weight carrying, bending down, and, in general, just straining his back the whole day. But the spring just fully hit, it got warmer and there was a lot of work to be done in the gardens and greenhouses. And so Mountain was on it, even against his—and his packmates'—better judgment.

By the end of the day he was exhausted and in pain, but he was telling himself that it was still fine. It was just a dull ache all over his back and in his shoulders, he was fine.

Until he wasn’t.

The earth ghoul was just finishing up when he bent down to get one more of the big pots up from the ground and onto the bench when he first heard, then felt a sickening crack. Mountain cried out and crumpled to his knees next to the pot, gripping it tightly and trying to breathe deeply through the pain. It faded rather quickly—it was like an electrical shock went right through his spine—but it didn’t fade completely.

Mountain fought back tears of pain, exhaustion, and anger as he slowly got up. It hurt like hell, but he managed to stand and straighten up. He cursed the damn pot and himself and slowly made his way out of the greenhouse and back to the Abbey. The earth ghoul relied on his nose to not run into anyone, not in a mood for a scolding; it was better to avoid them altogether. It was late anyway.

He skipped the shower—not wanting to risk collapsing in there and actually needing someone to come help—and went straight to bed, downing a few painkillers before shutting his eyes.

It’s the morning now and it's so much worse.

Mountain barely wakes up before the pain slams into him and he drops immediately; and smaller than usually. He starts crying quietly, not really being able to move because it just hurts so much. He doesn’t know what to do so he just grabs his carrot and cries.

Just moments before Dewdrop startles awake to a nagging feeling in his chest. Something’s wrong and as he comes to, he realizes it’s his bond with Mountain that’s pulling him up. He’s out of the door and on the way to the earth ghoul’s before he knows it.

He finds Mountain all small and sobbing into his plushie and his heart breaks. Dewdrop all but runs to him and kneels on the edge of the bed to comfort the little ghoul.

He cries out in pain, though, when the bed dips, and the fire ghoul recoils in shock. “Rosey? What’s wrong, baby, talk to me.”

“M–mama,” he whimpers. “H–hurts, m–m’back. I’s bad.”

“Oh, love.” Dewdrop's heart hurts at the tiny, hurt voice. It must be really bad and the fire ghoul’s protective instincts kick right in. He texts Aether ‘emergency’ and turns to Mountain again, this time slower and more careful. “Alright, rosey, I’ll come under the covers gently, okay?”

“Help, m–mama,” the earth ghoul sobs, “hurts.”

“I know, baby, I know.” Dewdrop peels the comforter off of him and lays next to him as carefully as he can. He still jostles Mountain a little bit and he truly hates himself for it.

He kicks up his heat and hopes he’s close enough that it can seep into the earth ghoul’s body and hopefully relieve the pain as much as possible before Aether gets there with meds and quintessence.

Mountain is still crying, though, and Dewdrop hates his little sobs, hitching breaths, and shaking body—still in pain. He despises it.

“Cuddle, mama, please,” he hiccups and the fire ghoul wouldn’t be able to deny him anything even if he wanted to. He gently shuffles closer until his chest touches Mountain’s back and the little ghoul flinches at first contact, but relaxes a little when Dewdrop warms him up.

“There we go, baby,” he whispers as his hands land on Mountain’s little tummy. “Aeth will be here soon, alright?”

“Mhm.” Dewdrop hates that he can’t do much more for him but keep him close and warm and wipe his tears. His brows furrow when the earth ghoul speaks again, “‘m sorry, mama.”

“What for?”

“I–I was workin’ lot and–and–and i’s my fault ‘m hurt,” he sobs and tries to curl into himself more in shame, but he only flinches and cries harder.

“Mounty, hey, listen to me. Listen to me, baby, it’s okay. You’re okay, there’s nothing to apologize for. Nobody’s mad at you, I’m not mad at you–”

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Aether interrupts him, opening the door. Dewdrop’s definitely grateful for the distraction, Mountain’s not in the right state to be having serious talks with. “Aw, sapling, what happened?”

“Don’ wanna–I don’ wanna say,” the little ghoul whimpers and Dewdrop wipes his tears again.

“That’s alright, love.” Aether comes closer. “Just tell me what hurts, alright? That’s all I need from you.”

“I’s my back.”

“Thank you, sapling.” The quintessence ghoul smiles at him softly. “You’ll feel better soon. Do you want to go back to sleep, too?”

“‘eep, please, Aeth.” He looks at him with big, sad eyes and Aether nods. He sits on the edge of the bed and puts a hand over Mountain’s forehead and he’s back asleep in a flash.

Dewdrop sighs with relief, “Thank you. He hurts so bad and his little sobs…nearly started crying myself.”

“Yeah, I gotcha,” Aether chuckles, but there’s a furrow in his brows as he lets his quintessence go into Mountain’s nerves to look for the issue. “It’s bad, he really overdid it this time.”

“Lucifer…Well, we’ll have to have another talk soon. For now do what you can and we’ll let him sleep.”

#hypno writes #little ghouls #age regression #little mountain #cg dewdrop #cg aether

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helltownfms · 1 month ago

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Hell Hath Frozen Over

PROLOGUE A few weeks ago, a sudden drop in temperature befuddled the residents accustomed to the constant and unwavering mild Arcadian weather. Breaths became visible and a heavy cold seeped into the bones of its residents who donned on multiple layers of clothing to compensate. Now the residents have become accustomed to the change in temperature, adapted to life in the chill and its impact on resources, and kept their residences as warm as the lack of central heating allows. But gone is the safety of the environment, gone are the blue skies and greenery of trees, replaced instead by colourful and decaying leaves that fall with ease at the slightest breeze.

It's perhaps the first sign of something more serious, the strong gusting wind that bulldozes through the trees, rendering them bare and nearly knocking many of them over. It’s a wind that bites through the air with unrelenting fury, that halts Arcadia to a near standstill. Those brave enough to brace through the cold do their best to continue to be productive, to continue to spin the wheel that keeps Arcadia rolling.

JANUARY 11 – EVENT START PART 1 It starts out innocently in the early morning rays; speckled snowflakes falling in the brief respite of the wind. For many who have gone years without snow falls, the first couple hours of daylight feel like Christmas morning before reality kicks in. As the snow thickens, panic sets in about planted crops and animal husbandry in the cold weather. Most of Arcadia springs into action to preserve the few precious resources, ignoring the biting cold that claws at unclothed skin and the barriers between town, settlement, and common house. By noon a thin layer of snow covers every inch of Arcadia and its surroundings. That’s when the nightmare starts.

The wind picks up again — and with it a flurry of snow that reduces visibility to the ends of your fingertips. The lack of visibility and the diagonal whipping of snow creates a confusing whiteout that forces the residents to seek shelter nearest to them. The carnage of this winter storm spreads across numerous buildings in Arcadia.

PROPERTY DAMAGE The door and some of the windows of the Greenhouse (town) crack and shatter due to the weight of the snow. The wind forces snow in and wreaks havoc on what little could have survived the cold, blowing shards of broken glass and clay pots like weapons. AKAMI SAKURAI has temporarily lost their home.

Across from town, the elevation of the Radio Station makes it prime grounds for violent winds that rip the door off its hinges. Efforts to fix the door are seriously hindered by the weather and soon abandoned. CHARLIE CLAYTON & ROUX CHASE have temporarily lost their home.

Most concerning for the town perhaps is the enormous collapsed tree that blocks the entrance and exit to the Clinic, trapping whoever happened to be inside, in, and whoever happened to be outside, out.

At the Docks, water freezes over, locking boats in with a screeching groan that terrifies its occupants. Those who were at the docks at the time of the storm can choose to stay sheltered in the freezing cold or risk the trek into town in poor visibility and below freezing temperature. Either way, the odds look grim.

At the Common House, heavy snowfall has put pressure on the roof near the back door. The already frail wood of however many years collapses under the weight, taking away a storage room, two bedrooms, and the backdoor of the house. Sealed in by snow and the back hallway door, no one can get in or out that way as long as the door remains closed.

The Settlement has called all of its people to the central hall where a fire fights to keep warmth in the high ceiling location. Windows have been boarded up and electricity flickers in and out intermittently. Outside, the storm rages against the huts, gardens, and other fixtures of the settlement, causing unknown damage. As it is a small hike from the town, whoever was on site is trapped at the Settlement. Whoever happened to be assisting town members with resource preservation find themselves forced to seek shelter with potentially hostile town members in the center of Arcadia.

The Ranch has also been damaged though livable for the night (please see partner specific drop for damage caused to the ranch).

The following residences are safe for now:

The Settlement Main Hall

The Common House

The Church

The Gas station

The Cinema

The Diner

The Vintage store

The Bar

The Library

This all happens before the first nightfall, and no one in Arcadia is left unaffected. MOVEMENT RESTRICTIONS – going outside is strongly discouraged, however can be at times necessary. The storm will make outside conditions extremely unfavorable until the night of Sunday the 12th.

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At the start of the day the prospect for a light snowfall but otherwise mild weather seemed high, and due to the growing concern for resources, Roux Chase and Paz Moseley-Kaius were sent as a hunting party. The storm took both by surprise and trapped them in the dense forest. Luckily, they were able to stumble their way to a hunter’s cabin, the same one a guard most recently lost his life at. There is blood all over the front door and in the entryway, a stark reminder that this storm will most likely have no effect on monsters. A window will have to be boarded up before nightfall and the two will most likely have to find a way to get a fire going without any firewood as both are freezing.

Emmett Alsford was quite content to stay inside the cinema as the storm howled outside but as the wind picked up, his handy work from a few days ago was ripped clean off. He went up to make an attempt to fix it but another errant panel sends him careening off the rooftop and down to the ground below. The snow softens his landing only slightly. He would have been sure to die in the snow if he hadn’t fallen right across the path of Reyna Hendrix, who drags him back inside the cinema to ride out the storm and deal with his injuries (UTP). While dealing with Emmett, Reyna sees a small boy sitting in a theatre seat. If Reyna talks to this boy, he will explain that the answers to leaving are in the past and requires a sacrifice, that by the time the snow melts again many lives will be taken but none given. Where the conversation or the boy goes from there is UTP.

Rain Montgomery happens to be in town when the storm breaks out, attempting to help re-secure damaged buildings like the greenhouse. However, unable to see past the end of her nose, she ends up lost in the snow. She’s lucky to run into Baby Crier who ushers them both to the safety of the police station. As they cross into the back room of the police station, they both trip over the freshly deceased Sheriff’s body. His injuries look like they could have been caused by a human or a beast. Bloody footsteps lead out through the back door into the white snow, though they are quickly covered up. In any case, both are stuck with the body as the storm rages on.

Directly halfway between the settlement and the common house lies a little underground wood/storage cellar. Unfortunately, at the peak of the storm both Nika and Nicolas Barra were getting wood for their respective houses. Now the storm rages on and traps them both in the cellar, the singular light bulb flickering intermittently in and out, two wolves circling each other.

Charlie Clayton had been out near the outskirts of the settlement when the thickest of the storm hits. Her options are certain death or finding shelter somewhere in the settlement (and honestly, she considered death). The first building she stumbles into is the settlement greenhouse. Surprisingly, and perhaps due to the shelter of the much larger settlement building, the greenhouse is still standing. The wind howls and shakes the windowpanes but it seems that it will most likely hold. Charlie sneaks inside, desperately hoping no one will be present. Too bad Juno Carmichael preferred bracing the storm in the comfort of the greenhouse.

The situation at the ranch was rapidly unfolding as the blizzard began, with Jude Carrow doing her best to secure the animals and ensure the barn was safe enough to withstand the snowstorm. Then, through the screeching wind, the sound of cracking wood like thunder pierces through as a massive pine tree falls onto the ranch cabin, breaking the roof of Jude’s bedroom right where Shaw Liebowitz had been sleeping. The cabin is still livable if the bedroom door is kept shut. Shaw has been seriously injured (UTP) and Jude must find a way to keep them alive until the storm eases enough to take them to the clinic.

Dayn Thompson had gone to the clinic at first light to get a gash above his head looked at. It had been caused by a drunk patron at the bar the previous night who had smashed a beer glass over Dayn’s head. Ariadne Fernsby takes care of his injury. Shortly after sitting down, the sound of something heavy banging against the door startles both. They investigate to find a large tree has fallen in front of the entrance and exit of the clinic, effectively trapping them both in. UTP to find a way to get the clinic operational again.

In the year she has been at Arcadia, Cara Turner has never seen snow or cold temperatures. And judging by the reaction of everyone around her, this lack of snow goes back several years at least. A strange phenomenon indeed, and it could mean something important and so Cara hits the books. Meryl Silverburgh also happens to be at the library when the worst of the storm looms and causes a brief power outage. As the two women sit in the library (in silence or not: UTP), a strange creaking noise comes from one of the back rows of the library. If the players investigate, they will find that one of the bookshelves doubled as a door to a dusty staircase that leads down beneath the library. UTPs if they go down the tunnel. If they do, they should do their best not to get lost exploring the mazes of tunnels down there, especially before nightfall…

It was decided that all respective leaders would meet at the church to discuss how the cold weather and snow would affect already limited resources. Yet Nika and the Sheriff are no shows, and so Emery Fernsby and Leandro Contreras are alone when the storm traps them inside. The lights in the church begin to flash on an off violently. Emery has the following vision: blood in snow, bodies from the common house all over the front lawn, in the back the house burns, a thick black smoke rises, creatures walk during the day and the priest walks with them, blood drips on her face and she looks up to find Ari dead, hanging in an upside down cross from the tree branch above her. The tree continues to rise as the ground bellow her falls and she gets swallowed up. While Emery has a vision, Leandro hears a noise coming from the confession booth. If he chooses to investigate, he will find the ghost of his wife sitting in confession. She will admit that everyone in this town has sinned, will tell Leandro that the sheriff is dead, and then the ghost will make every attempt to convince Leandro that Emery wants to kill him.

Freshly homeless Akami Sakurai needs a place to crash and fast. Unfortunately for her, the common house has experienced structural damage, restricting the beds available, and Emery is nowhere to be found. The safest and warmest place is going to be the main hall of the Settlement, a place Akami has no interest in being. Especially when her assigned proxy is Seraphine Fallacia. But, with no chain of command present in the settlement, both women have the opportunity to explore the rooms of the settlement usually heavily restricted. If they investigate Nika’s office, they will find a human skull on her desk and journals detailing bizarre and surreal visions. If they investigate the attic, they will find human remains (bones) covered by dusty tarps, and if they investigate the basement, they will find a locked door leading to tunnels. Surely the key is around here somewhere…

In the panic to collect as many crops as possible, a lot of the town’s people had been caught off guard by the sudden violent snowstorm. Zoa Oliveira had been sent to ensure equal distribution of the crops and gets stuck in the storm with Sunny Honeywell. Both women stumble into the abandoned and hardly visited train station where they are able to set up safe shelter due to Zoa’s amulet. While the station is warm enough shelter, strange noises are heard reverberating against the wall, and visions come to both of them. Zoa sees a vision of the tree, roots and branches penetrating the people she cares about, Marisol, Nika, Charlie. She hacks desperately at the root with a knife only to find her hands come back up covered in blood. She looks down and finds Juno, gasping why. For Sunny, the vision is eerily similar, an upside down tree with its branches in the ground and roots seeking through the air, bodies underground wrapped in branches. Her brother stands before the tree, he attempts to scream but no sound comes out. As they come out of their vision, they hear a noise coming from the train boiler room, it sounds like whispers of people they knew… UTP to investigate.

It’s all hands on deck at the Settlement when the storm sets in and Loren Sedano is doing her best to organize their food ration in the event the storm lasts long. Teja Mehta had just come to the settlement to pick up a few vintage items as part of a trade but now storm conditions prevent her from leaving so she decides to help out. Loren and Teja are both in the cellar when the ground shakes and part of the floor collapses into underground tunnels. The tunnels whisper Loren’s name and beckon her to come closer. Teja might feel like she’s seen these tunnels before in a dream (UTP). Whether the women investigate is UTPs.

We hope you enjoy the event and will both be around to answer any questions that you may have or if you’re feeling stuck. If you don’t like the plot you have been assigned or feels that it is not in your character’s nature, please let us know ASAP so that we can rectify with you. Happy writing.

#helltownfmsevent

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sleepymuch · 8 months ago

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I got silly and made Green house in opposite AU silly

(Like the picture says the au belongs to @/jacenotjason)

And yes, smoke can still come out his chimney horns

Here's the relationship chart

(Sally is the one with the scripted out face)

Just know the 16 year old(age change) has very serious beef with Howdy💀💀

Congratulations you get to see how og Carson and Au Carson's write

I'm way too tired to write ideas for their character so that'll have to wait anyways gn, loser's

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namelessghoulsfacelessblogs · 1 year ago

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Swiss x reader where reader is trying to flirt with Swiss but he just somehow doesn't notice?

Of course, my dear.

Mostly fluff- the end has some suggestive comments but nothing explicit.

It had started subtle- little looks and glances, shares moments of softness and attention, maybe the odd conversation or two about your love lives, but you realized somewhere down the line that the feelings bubbling up in your chest weren't just platonic. There was a budding romantic desire- and every time the ghoul smiled at you or asked you to help with his makeup or to get his hair fixed, the buds would grow and blossom, blooming into a crush, going from 'like' to 'love' with little time to prepare at all.

You tried to keep it down, to remain just friends, but eventually, you wanted more. You just needed to catch him alone.. Eventually, there came a day when he was retrieving a package from the Ministry's doorstep, and you were the only two around for that moment. You felt heat creep up your neck as you approached him, swallowing hard.

"Hey Swiss-?" You asked him, and he looked up at you, those beautiful eyes of his meeting your gaze.

"Oh- hey. You need something?" He turned to you, tail swaying behind him like a cat's. He smiled at you- a smile to die or kill for, fangs on display.

"I wanted to see if you wanted to get dinner with me sometime?" It had taken you a lot of courage to ask, and your heart thudded in your chest..

"Sure! I'll ask the others too- I'm sure they'd love to go out and eat something." He nodded as he bent down and picked up the large box. "For tonight, though, I gotta get this stuff to the greenhouse and gardens. Mountain, Pebble, Ivy, and Terra said they were expecting some supplies and new seeds, and wanted my help. I'll see you around! We'll plan that dinner later!"

That had been a decided failure, and as he walked off, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of disappointment, annoyance, and frustration.

You continued with attempts- subtle at first, things like asking to watch a movie together or even practicing songs with him, but each time it would end up with him not getting the message, or inviting another ghoul along with the two of you. It was aggravating to no end!

Finally, you tried one last time, ready to lose it if he didn't get the message.

"Swiss, can we do something together? Just you and me?"

"Hm? Sure- like what?"

"Can we try a walk around the Ministry tonight?"

"Oh- sure. Haven't had a walk around in a while. But why alone? Wouldn't it be fun going out as a group?" Swiss looked at you with a brow raised, tilting his head.

Your heart sank- and somehow, the frustration bubbled over, and you looked at him incredulously.

"I'm trying to ask you on a date, you buffoon! Satanas, are you really this dense-?!" You slapped your hands over your mouth almost immediately, cheeks flushing as he looked at you, eyes widening.

"... Why didn't you just say so before?" He smiled a little, almost as if he was surprised.

"Wh- I've been trying to ask you out for weeks!" Your exasperation came through clearly, and the multi-ghoul let out a low chuckle.

"Honey, Ghouls do pack bonding activities all the time. If you want a date, you have to use your words." Swiss winked, and you felt heat rise to your cheeks. You had a feeling you'd be hearing those words often..

#the band ghost #ghost band #prince writes tag #swiss ghost #swiss ghoul #swiss army ghoul #ghostband #ghost fandom

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lovevalley45 · 5 months ago

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#fictober24 - day two

"It's been a long time."

original fiction (power payback)

word count: 911

tw: in-universe discrimination

The nursery felt strange without Grandma Rosemary.

It had hit her many times over the past few days. But as Primrose flipped through a ledger started long before she was born in her grandmother’s office, it still didn’t feel quite real. It was hers, now, she supposed. Her parents had let Rosemary Marotto handle the books and taken care of the hard labor themselves her whole life. Now it fell onto her and her MBA.

A knock on the door broke her train of thought. She looked up to see her mother lingering in the doorway. Primrose hadn’t even known she was at the nursery. But if there was anyone harder to keep away from her plants than Rosemary, it was Delia Marotto.

“You don’t have to knock. That’s why the door is open.”

Her mother laughed. “You sound just like her.” But the comment lacked her usual mirth. Her usual overalls were replaced by a ratty gray sweatshirt, dreads braided into pigtails down her back. “How are you doing?”

“I miss her,” Primrose answered. “But she wouldn’t want me to waste time crying over her.”

“Crying ain’t wasting time, you know.”

“I know.” But she let her attention fall back to the ledger.

Her mother sat on the edge of the desk. “I don’t want to put more on your plate. But with you taking Mary’s place back here, and just figuring out how to run things with her gone, we’re gonna need some extra help.”

“You’re asking if I’m gonna lift Grandma’s embargo on Daisy working here,” Primrose said.

She sighed. “Your grandmother said some harsh things about your sister. Some unfair judgements on why she wasn’t allowed to work here, ever again.”

Those were certainly some words to describe what had happened. Delia had been hard at work in her greenhouse after she’d sent Sprout to talk to Grandma Rosemary, but Primrose had been right at the counter as she’d heard the yelling.

“We don’t need your monsters running around. And I’ve already chosen Prim to succeed me. When I die, she’ll be the one in charge. She just has a better eye for business. You can muck up your mother’s garden, not mine.”

But Daisy was always stubborn. She just had to dig her heels in. Primrose, not too far from the closed door to her office, could only listen and wince.

“I can control it. I’ll wear gloves while I’m here. Or- or I can help Dad, I’m strong. It’s the 21st century, women can be strong too.”

“Wearing gloves is not controlling it. I would have never let Delia marry my son if I knew all of my grandchildren would be little freaks-”

“I’m not a freak!”

“Then cover up those scars and do something about that hair. The Marotto name has been besmirched by your lack of self-control. Your sister-”

“Fuck Primrose! I’m not her, I don’t want to be her.” Sprout sniffled. “Why do you hate me? I just made one mistake.”

Whatever their grandmother said had been too quiet for Primrose to hear. The conversation had hung over her like a dark cloud.

She had known already that her botanokinesis was weak, not as strong as either her sister’s or her mother’s. It dug at her a little that it was part of why her grandmother had preferred her over her siblings, especially after Basil got his terrakinesis. That and being named after her, of course.

Primrose had never told her mother what Rosemary said about her. Not when she knew how she saw her as her only family.

“It’s been a long time,” Delia said. “Rosemary designated you to handle the business side of things here. And hell, I don’t wanna be behind the desk. But Sprout’s waited long enough.”

Would Daisy even want to come back? Last she checked, her sister was getting ready to transfer to UNBC to continue getting her bachelors’ in criminal justice. Maybe her dreams of being a private investigator rung unrealistic to her. But shit, Grandma Rosemary had been wrong about Daisy. She knew that she didn’t have to be like her if she didn’t want to.

But it was more than that. “What about her Talent, Mom?”

“She-” Delia closed her eyes, tears slipping out. “I couldn’t let her work with the plants like I do. Not just because of the- the florabeasts, or whatever her and Magni call them. Dr. Merlo said her botanokinesis is practically gone after the accident. She can’t manipulate the plants like I can.”

It hated her to know that was one thing Primrose was better at than her. Even if by a fraction of difference.

“I don’t think she’d even want to come back, Mom,” she said after a moment of silence.

“I loved your grandmother. I really did. I still do.” Her mother shook her head. “But I should’ve pushed back harder. Your father as well. She was still just a kid, and maybe - I don’t know, maybe if we hadn’t been so afraid, it would have come back.”

“Me too. Maybe I could’ve changed Grandma’s mind.”

She shook her head again. “Prim, you were barely older than she was. That’s my fault. I fought so hard for her against those awful Brashers, but I couldn’t do shit against my own mother-in-law.”

Primrose closed the ledger in her lap. “I guess it’s too late for regrets.”

Delia wiped her eyes. “Yeah.”

But Primrose knew she was lying.

#alli writes shit #fictober24 #power payback #ngl i had to look up if i had a trigger warning for discriminating against talents. and i did #but i nearly called it 'setting-typical ableism'

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just-marauders-fics-i-think · 4 months ago

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Peter x Frank

(Ex’s friend - Frank Has A Big Crush)

It had really all begun because of Alice, when his best friend had decided that she was done with having him moping around in his singleness. She’d told him to get someone. So he had.

Frank slightly regretted dating James Potter, but it was fine. It hadn’t really worked out. From the start, it was very clear that James was experimenting and felt nothing but physical attraction for Frank, who could say the same about his best chaser. It had been a mutual agreement to just be friends, with slight benefits, and no risk of catching feelings. They weren’t each other’s types. It was easy.

But at some point, James had told him that liked someone and couldn’t be with another person. They’d broken up quietly, as friends.

But now, there was a big problem. When he’d been dating James, he’d hanged a lot around his friends. Sirius was cool, but like James had a taste for causing mayhem that Frank didn’t really like. As a prefect, he was supposed to keep the school, well, peaceful, and his own boyfriend had been the one disrupting the order he was trying to keep. At least Remus had been slightly less chaotic, though there was something about him that suggested that there was a reason why he was best friends with the two of Hogwarts’ biggest troublemakers.

And then there was Peter.

There was Peter who obviously felt so small next to his friends. There was Peter who tended to their wounds when they messed up and didn’t want to go to the Hospital Wing. There was Peter who didn’t hesitate to lie to teachers to protect them. There was Peter who stood guard in the rain for an hour while they raided a greenhouse. There was Peter with eyes greener than a field of grass in the summer. There was Peter with hair the color of sunlight filtering through a tree’s leaves. There was Peter whose face was covered in so many freckles that Frank couldn’t count them all (he’d tried many times, but had always failed). There was Peter whose laugh felt like a stab in Frank’s heart, because by Godric, it was beautiful : quiet and soft and melodic and so similar to its owner. There was Peter who Frank wanted to hold in his arms and never let go of.

So that was the problem. Frank seemed to have a big, big crush on his ex’s friend. Big no-no. The bro-code forbade that. He and James might still be friends, but Peter was still off-limits.

However, it didn’t changed the fact that he couldn’t help but brush his hand against Peter’s when they passed next to each other in a hallway. It didn’t change the fact that he found himself getting distracted during quidditch games, looking for that boy with blond hair and green eyes, who was there at every game, whether the sun shined or rain poured, whose eyes he caught every time. It didn’t change the fact that Frank’s dreams were haunted by sunlight filtering through a tree’s leaves, grassy fields in summer and freckles.

*** It was a Friday afternoon, a week before Christmas, when Frank decided to confess to his crush. It had taken him weeks to muster up the courage to do so, which he found pathetic. He was supposed to be brave. He was in Gryffindor, after all.

“Hey, Peter, you have a moment?” Four pair of eyes turned to him, and he nervously gulped. He could still turn around. He could still pretend that he was here for something else.

“Uh, yeah, sure.” Peter said, getting up from the common room’s sofa. They didn’t go very far. Just out of earshot. “Peter, do you… are you… what do you think about dating guys?” Well that wasn’t exactly what Frank had planned to say, but, if he was honest with himself, it was more than what he’d thought he’d be able to say. “Wh- why?” He looked so nervous. Frank wanted to grab his shaking hands and kiss them. “Well… I… I fancy you.”

Really, Frank? ‘I fancy you’? Is this the sixteenth century?

Peter’s eyes suddenly widened in shock. “Me? You like me?” “Yes. I’ve liked you for about a year now.”

His mouth -such a cute mouth- opened, in the shape of an ‘o’. “But… why me? I’m nothing special. You’d know that. You’re Frank Longbottom. You dated James. You’re one of the most popular guys in this school!” “You’re cute. You’re funny. You’ve got the prettiest eyes that I’ve ever seen. You are selfless, sacrificing yourself for others. You’re caring. You’re smart. You’re gentle. You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever seen. You’re incredible.” Peter’s face turned red, and Frank decided right then that red was his favorite color. With green, of course. “Do you mean it?” “Oh yes.”

Frank brushed Peter’s cheek with his thumb, finding himself staring at those lips again. “So… cute….” Suddenly, Peter leaned forward, standing on his tiptoes, and planted a little kiss on Frank’s lips.

Holy cow. HOLY COW. PETER HAD KISSED HIM. PETER HAD KISSED HIM. HE WAS GOING TO EXPLODE.

Just as soon as Peter backed away, blushing and apologizing, Frank pulled him closer and kissed him again.

This was definitely the best day of his life.

***

In the end, Alice was happy. Her best friend was dating someone he actually liked and who actually liked him back.

“You guys sure took your time ‘fessing up. Well, I did win ten galleons from Cissa, so I guess that I should thank you for doing it this year.” “You- you made a bet?” “Oh yeah. And more than one. Thanks for making me rich, Frank. I appreciate it.”

What.

#peter pettigrew #frank longbottom #marauders era #fanfic #marauders microfic #rarepair #my fic #dead gay wizards

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settriigh · 2 years ago

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Can you give us a lil drabble abt Setts mom 😊

"Ma. Ma?" the boss walks around the house, searching every nook and cranny for his small mother. Opening one door after another, closing it gently behind him as his eyes swept the room to find no sign of the violet colored Vastaya. "Ma??" He yells, this time standing in the middle of what would be the homes living room.

Unlike many houses, Setts own family home was out in the middle of the country. His mother, stayed there to work on her garden and watch the river as fish populated it during spawning season. It was a life that he wanted to give her, somewhere peaceful and away from the crowd. The house itself was made of living wood, it was open to the elements and welcomed just about any plant that his mother could shove into a pot. If anything it looked like Setts mother had encased herself in a greenhouse with how many plants and flowers she had grew.

A shuffle from behind, Setts ears swiveled on top of his head, then his whole body followed. His eyes locking with the vastayan woman who was definitely his mother, carrying a large pot with her own tiny hands. He scrambled over to her, snatching the heavy pot with a flowering tree in it. "Ma! You can't be lifting heavy things alone!" He said, raising his voice slightly at her. To which the woman waved her hand dismissively. Laughing to her much large son who had seized the plant from her grasp. "Đừng lo về nó! Sett, you worry too much. I am fine." she says with a smile. Clearly she knew she had been caught, but she did her best to act playful about it before he son gave her an earful. Which he most certainly did. "Wh- Don't worry about it??? Ma, you can't be lifting these heavy things, remember the doctor said you can hurt your back more if you do." He retorts, tucking the potted plant into his body with one arm. "You been taking your medication." he says, suspiciously, at the small ionian woman. "Yes, yes, I've been taking my medication. My back feels much better!" she says with a smile. Clearly she hasn't with how quick that left her mouth. Another conversation for them to talk over. "Come come, inside. Put the plant down, I have food waiting for you. Cho tôi biết về ngày của bạn." she says, waving her hand for him to follow. Not allowing Sett to scold her for her negligence on her health. "I just picked some vegetables, they are good, very good. The rain made them grow so big, we have to eat them now before they are too old."

#boss' orders #Anonymous #drabble #;das my MA.#art ask

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disticfiction · 2 years ago

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Fig sighed as he pulled the ruler away from his cunt. The truth was no longer deniable. It had been weeks since his brush with the Devil's Snare and that awful witch, but today his worst fears were realised. Two and a half centimeters--that was the tiny, though noticeable gape that permanently kept his hole partially open. He had to face facts, it would never fully close. Not even with all of Sharp's balms and tonics.

And to make matters worse, he liked it. He missed the Snare, what it did to him, how it felt, and now that he'd recovered, Sharp no longer needed to apply any remedies. His insides throbbed, his arousal spiking each day, getting worse and worse. He tried to ignore it, tried to satisfy it, but he didn't have the strength or conviction to take care of it himself. He needed help, even if it morally drained him.

With a defeated sigh, he looked up at the venomous tentacula. He'd taken care of the greenhouse door, locking it with the colloportus charm, and removed the thorns from the vines. Everyone was in bed, but he took every possible precaution. He wasn't proud of it, but he needed relief. He couldn't take it anymore. His eyes gleaming, he slowly removed his robes, but when they hit the floor he paused.

"No ... this is wrong." He hugged his body, ashamed. "What am I doing? This is--"

His cunt throbbed, nearly bringing him to his knees. No, there was no turning back. Not now. Without even touching himself, he was already drenched, his fluids rolling down his thighs. Beside, he thought, who was he hurting? It was just a plant and no one would ever find out. And it wasn't his fault he had such urges. With a broken groan, he pointed his wand at the plant.

"Orgasmus..."

Immediately the creature began to stir, its roots pulling up from under the dirt and wrapping around him. Fig didn't move, surrendering to the force, though he gasped when the overgrown flora spread his legs and dragged him closer to its mouth. That was frightening, its teeth bared--but before Fig could reach for his wand, the plant's tongue slowly extended.

"Wh-what are you--?"

He suddenly shook and covered his mouth as the tongue flicked up and down his slit, brushing over his entrance. It all happened so fast, but that's precisely what he wanted. He wanted it to push inside him so badly he almost screamed, bucking his hips, but the two prongs quickly wrapped around his clit, squeezing and rubbing the swollen nub in tight figure-eight motions. It felt amazing. His hole puckered, his nerves wrenching as the pleasure shot through him.

"Ugh! Y-yes..."

The plant grumbled as it rolled his hood back and found his most sensitive bundle of nerves, then teased them. Fig gasped, wriggling as the roots lifted him into the air, pulling him closer. He didn't like being so near to the teeth, but he was feeling far too good to care. He had been craving relief for so long, just that gentle amount of action threatened to break his sanity.

Then, just as the old man was about to lose control, he felt something hard and textured rip through his hole. That feeling, the rubbing against his walls, the familiar sensation of roots on skin--he came. The tongue circled his clit, jerking it as it throbbed, his hole scrunching around the length that had so abruptly stretched and filled him. Yes, that was exactly what wanted, what he needed, what he'd missed more than anything. As his back arched, his legs shaking, a small, crazed smile spread across his face.

"Thank ... thank you."

The penetration was enough. His itch had been scratched, but he was left with a deep feeling of greed. Pure, unadulterated greed. As his orgasm faded, he whined and bucked his hips. He didn't want it to end. Even though his hole was unnaturally sensitive, the memories of being fucked and ruined made his heart race. He needed to feel helpless again, to feel like he could lean back and take the abuse. It was enthralling.

"Do it!" he cried, loudly. "Please rape me!"

The plant obliged, thrusting its roots in and out, earning a frail but gratifying scream. Finally, this was what he'd yearned for. He could feel the stretch, the pounding, the way the root chafed his most delicate areas. He had just cum, but he was ready for more. More and more and more, until either his mind shattered or the plant exhausted itself. He didn't care, he just didn't want it to end. Not yet, not so soon.

Tears rolled down his cheeks as he bobbed up and down, his legs straining as the roots spread them apart. He was so happy. He could feel his crease gripping the thickness of the root as it pumped him, reshaping him just the way the Snare once did. It wasn't as big, but it was reminiscent of that day in all the ways that mattered.

"Augh! Yes! That's it! Aughn!"

As it thrust harder, his mouth dropped, but the smile never left his face--until he felt his pleasure peak, even more intense the second time. Then he simply screamed and prayed to Merlin and all things magic that no one could hear him. But he couldn't hold back. It felt too good. He came again, his voice breaking as a clear liquid burst from his core, soaking the leaves.

He was in heaven.

Unbeknownst to him, Professor Sharp stood silently on the balcony, watching and listening to everything. He hadn't intended to spy, but part of him was worried for Fig. Yet, as he watched the plant fuck him, as he saw how much pleasure it brought his older colleague, he couldn't help but tremble. Shamefully, his hand slowly slipped between his legs, a single finger rubbing from his clit to his entrance. To his own shock, he was already wet, his hole throbbing.

"Aaugh!"

Fig's voice echoed off the walls as he came again, his sweat and tears sparkling in the moonlight. He was gorgeous, though Sharp tried his damndest not to notice, but it was impossible; especially when the smaller root suddenly pulled out and swapped places with a larger one. As the gruff potions professor watched the appendage struggle to fit, he realised how excited he felt. He wanted it to be too big. He wanted it to work to squeeze in there. With a frustrated sigh, he looked at Fig's face, his finger pressing harder and harder into his pants as his breathing hastened. Finally, after what seemed like forever, the root slipped in, causing Fig to arch back and cum again, even louder.

"N-no. This is wrong. I can't do this!" Sharp huffed.

He averted his gaze, but his eyes fell on something even more scandalous. Behind Fig, hiding behind the large clay pots, was Professor Ronen. He was watching just as intently as Sharp was, only he was fully naked, his face red and brow furrowed. Curious, Sharp shifted to the right, just enough to see that Ronen was on his knees, his flabby belly bouncing back and forth, and that he'd enchanted a large broom with a bulbous handle to fuck him.

That was a shock. As Sharp stumbled back, Ronen stared at Fig, gritting his teeth. There was a small puddle beneath him, and Sharp could tell he'd already cum several times, just as Fig had, and he could also tell that the handle was deep, each thrust banging against his cervix with a powerful force. As Ronen and Fig both cried out simultaneously, Sharp reefed his head away, trying not to notice. But the way they screamed, the way their drool strung to their mouths as the pleasure shot through them--he balled his hands into fists.

He wanted that. He wanted to feel what they were feeling.

Torn between his desires and his dignity, he removed his tie and jacket. Then, he slowly removed his pants and undergarments, dropping them around his ankled. His thighs were soaked, and his cheeks flushed as he realised how much seeing Fig and Ronen in those helpless positions made his heart flutter. He liked it, more than he'd ever admit, and he wanted to join the debauchery.

As his breathing hitched, he mustered the courage to look back over the railing, but when he did his eyes widened. Both men were looking up at him, moaning and meeting his gaze. Sharp froze, horrified that he'd been caught, but Fig merely threw his head back and came, as if being watched pushed him over the edge.

Ronen, on the other hand, broke his enchantment on the broom and slipped it from inside him. It hit the floor with a light thud, the hilt drenched from end to eight inches in. It took him a while to move, his head hanging as he gasped for air, his arms shaking, but with the last if his strength he stood and hobbled to the plant. Blushing brightly, he watched for a moment at the root fucked Fig, his hole wide and swollen. It looked horrible, but he could tell from the older man's cries and the look on his face that he was melting in pure bliss.

"A-Abraham..." he sobbed, reaching out to him. "G-go. It won't stop. Spell ... can't ... won't stop."

He was barely coherent, another orgasm surging through him as he arched back, his voice nearly a string of whimpers. The tongue still clasped around his clit, spoiling it, and his liquids showered down onto the floor. It was scary, yet so inviting. So enticing.

Defeated, Ronen looked up at Sharp, who clutched the railing so hard his knuckles turned white. Realising his intentions, he frantically shook his head, but Ronen, whose face was hot and heavy, merely lifted his wand towards the plant. Before Sharp could dash for the exit, the riled charms professor smiled and whispered, "Engorgio."

With a loud roar, the tentacula tripled in size, growing so tall it nearly cracked the glass roof with its vines--and the root inside Fig also grew, causing him to screech. In that moment of violent ecstacy, he only wondered why he hadn't thought of that brilliant idea himself, his hole pulsing as it struggled to accommodate.

Then, the roots wrapped around Ronen and lifted his cubby body next to Fig. For a moment their eyes met, until Ronen cried out, his own hole invaded. As the root ripped him apart, pushing deeper and deeper, his pupils constricted, his body writhing in the plant's clutches. How could something so brutal feel so good? He came instantly, just as Fig had, but the thrusting continued.

"Oh Merlin!" he shrieked. "My hole!"

At the same time, the upper vines explored the balcony, surrounding Sharp, who panicked and dropped his wand in the chaos. He tried to escape, running along the path and ducking under the vines, but his limp got the better of him and he stumbled. Before he hit the floor, however, the vines caught him, curling around his waist and chest, but he growled.

"Unhand me!" he yelled, hugging the railing with his arms. "Fig, cease this nonsense at once!"

His pleads went unheeded, both men completely enraptured just a few feet below. Ronen smiled as the root reshaped him, feeling a pressure building inside him, until it burst and trickled down the leathery texture. He didn't understand how something so serrated didn't hurt, but he was too dazed to question it. Everything felt good, and he knew his hole would never be the same again.

"No! Stop!" Sharp begged as the vines ripped his shirt.

He was scared, but not so much of the fucking, but rather of what might happen to his leg. He didn't want his injury to worsen, least of all because of a horny tentacula. But as if the plant knew of his condition, one vine gently wrapped around his left ankle, holding his leg steady, and spread it just enough that he couldn't feel a thing. He was shocked, but as he tried to look over his shoulder, he was yanked down to where Ronen and Fig were, and his hole was quickly filled.

"Aaaaugh!"

He came, the root that entered just a little too big for his tunnel, his eyes squinting shut. It felt so good. Everything felt good, even his leg. He didn't know how or why, but he soon found himself moaning and screaming with his colleagues, bucking his hips as much as his injury would allow. He wanted more. He wanted as much as he could handle, even if he didn't know what that entailed. His job had been so stressful, and this was the first time in months that he forgot about it.

Hard as he tired to resist, he soon found himself begging for more; harder, faster, deeper. His eyes narrow, he looked to Ronen and Fig, who gave in to the pleasant sensations so easily, so willingly. It wasn't in Sharp's nature, it never had been, but he couldn't fight this. His hole stretched and shuddered around the length that slammed him, and he loved it. They all loved it.

For hours, all three men surrendered to the waves of ecstacy, their holes loose but clenching. None of them could say how many times they came, but it hardly mattered. Tears and sweat and drool and the smell of sex filled the air, the greenhouse a mess of fluids and emotions, until the enlargement spell wore off and the plant reverted to its original size. Drained of its remaining strength, the roots slowly laid the men on the floor, then pulled out and deflated, going completely limp.

It was over, it's limit reached, as the men whimpered and seized. Their gapes were substantial, red and riddled with powerful spasms that made their bodies shiver, and their throats were parched from screaming. That night, they had all shared something special. Something no one else would ever truly understand. And as Fig and Ronen slowly faded into the ether, Sharp reached out to both of them, his arm weak and shaky.

"M-more," he whispered. "Please, more..."

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