#I have been drawing all week so hopefully I should have something new soon

[azriels-shadowsinger]

Confessions (Azriel x Reader) - Part Two

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warnings: smut! minors dni!

a/n: thank you so much for all the love on part 1!! hope yall enjoy!

Read Part One

Once you are alone again, you immediately go in search of Azriel. Maybe you’re imagining it, but you swear your lips are still tingling from where he kissed you. You don’t even know what you would say to him after royally fucking up that entire conversation, but you have to try. His usual spots were no luck, as were his room and basically the rest of the House of Wind.

He’s gone. Fuck.

The next best option to to go find Mor and hopefully sort through some of the thoughts racing inside your head. You find her in her room, lounging on her bed reading. She gives you that same worried and apologetic look from earlier, but you stop her before she can apologize again.

“Don’t say anything. It's fine, I’m fine. But we need to talk, like right now.” You say anxiously and sit on her bed with her. After you repeat to her everything that Azriel had said, Mor is beaming from ear to ear.

“He really said that? Holy gods, y/n! What did he say when you told him you felt the same way?” Her eyes are wide with excitement.

“Well…. I didn’t. Feyre interrupted to check on me, and then he left before I could tell him anything. And now he’s nowhere to be found.” You sigh and try to hide the disappointment on your face.

“Oh y/n. I’m sorry.” She says softly and wraps an arm around you. “He just left? He didn’t even give you a chance to say how you feel?” She questions.

“Not exactly…” you draw back, embarrassed. “He was basically begging me to tell him I felt the same, but I completely froze and didn’t say anything.” I murmur and look at my hands, ashamed.

“Y/n!” Mor yells.

“I know, I know! I’m a gods damn idiot! This is what I have wanted for literally centuries, but once I finally get a chance… I completely fuck it up!” You flop back onto her bed in defeat, running your hands over your face. “I don’t know what happened! He kissed me, and I just froze! What is wrong with me?” You groan. Mor rubs a soothing hand on your arm.

“It will be okay. You said he wasn’t anywhere in the House of Wind, so he probably found some mission that sent him away for a few days, just like he always does when he is avoiding his problems.” She reassures. You nod in agreement. “In the meantime, you need to figure out what the hell you are even gonna say to him, because you really can’t fuck it up again." She chuckles, and you throw a pillow at her.

“Not helpful, Mor!” You laugh.

———

Days pass, and there is no word from Azriel. Rhys said he should be back by the end of the week and even used his daemati powers to request that he return earlier, but Azriel refused.

You try not to let his absence and your lingering anxiety about the situation bother you too much. On the outside, you go about your day as normal, but internally, you feel like a complete gods damn mess.

———

The weekend arrives, and you anxiously await any news that Azriel is back. You don’t even bother trying to be subtle, checking the hallway between your rooms every time you hear the slightest noise.

Soon it is well after midnight, and you begin to accept that he isn’t coming home any time soon. You wander down to the kitchens in search of something overly sweet to ease your sorrows. Several chocolate chunk cookies later, courtesy of Elain, you still don’t feel much better. You stare out the kitchen window while you eat, lost in thought of what to do now.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see something move. You turn around to look, but no one is there. You were about to call it a night and go back to your room when you see the shadows in the corner moving ever so slightly. Your breath catches in your throat and you stare at the wisps of darkness. Could it be?

Two small shadows dart out of the corner toward you. Having been caught, they move closer and swirl around your legs eagerly.

The cool sensation makes you giggle, and you look down at them, ignoring the ache in your chest that it wasn’t him. But he must be here somewhere if his shadows are back. You rush up to your room, shadows trailing behind you. Just as you turn onto your hallway, you see Azriel standing outside his door. He stops and stares at you for a moment, a pained look in his eyes. Before you can say anything, he quickly slips into his room and shuts the door.

Okay, ouch. You get that he might not want to talk, but he could at least be civil. The two shadows at your side linger for a moment before slipping under his door as well. Once again, you are alone.

———

Morning comes after a very poor night’s sleep. You wait until the sun peaks above the horizon before stepping into the hall and sitting on the floor against the wall, waiting for Azriel. Half an hour passes, and he still hasn’t emerged from his room. That’s unusual, he’s usually up to train by now. You knock on his door, but the other side is silent. He must already be gone.

You make your way to the training ring, and thankfully you found him there. Azriel and Cassian were sparring hand-to-hand in the ring, and it was apparently a very intense match since they were both glistening with sweat. Azriel faces away from you, so you can only see his shirtless back, but holy gods his back. You can’t help but stare as his broad shoulders move and his muscles ripple. Cassian finally notices you after several minutes and smirks at you, stopping the match. Azriel looks behind himself in confusion, but his expression immediately changes to panic when he sees you.

Well, it’s now or never. He will just keep evading you if you don’t talk to him now. You walk over to the training ring.

“Good morning, boys. Cass, do you mind if I step in and practice my sparring with Azriel? I’m a bit rusty and could use his help.” You ask sweetly, giving him a very obvious glare that says to leave. You’re not sure what all Azriel has told him, but he catches the hint immediately.

“Oh, uh, yeah. I have to, uh… go find Nesta.” He hurries off, leaving you alone with Azriel.

Azriel takes a step, like he wants to leave too, but you step in front of him.

“What do you want, y/n?” His prominent dark circles and sad eyes make your chest ache.

“I told you, I want to practice sparring. Just like we used to.” You give a hopeful smile and pull your hair up. He sighs in defeat and steps back into the ring with you. His shadows inch forward like they want to approach you, but ultimately stay by his side.

“Fine. But I don’t want to talk.” He mumbles. You nod and get into your fighting stance. He seems very apprehensive to attack first, so you make the first move. After a few minutes, the two of you get into the groove of it, moving so naturally with one another.

“You. Don’t have. To talk.” You say breathlessly between attempted punches. “But I’m gonna.” He obviously doesn’t like that, so he starts fighting back harder in an attempt to keep you from talking. You smirk at his increase in effort, dodging his punches. “Nice try. You forget who trained me.” The side of his mouth upticks ever so slightly.

“You’re right. That means I know all your moves.” He says smugly and avoids your attack. You try not to let his voice distract you, but damn, it’s so nice to finally hear him talk somewhat normally to you after so long.

“Last week, I didn’t-“ He swings at you, causing your words to cut off. You step aside and try again. "As I was saying-“ Another swing. You give him an annoyed glare and he just shrugs. “Azriel, will you please just let me ta-“ You dodge another attack. This is ridiculous, and it ends now. Quicker than he can react, you move behind him and knock his feet out from under him with one swift kick, immediately moving to pin his arms down and straddle his waist. Azriel half-heartedly fights back for a moment before giving up.

“Fine. You win. Can you let me go?” He avoids your gaze. You tighten your grip on his wrists. Azriel’s shadows wrap themselves around your legs, and you savor the familiar feeling of their chill.

“No. You’re gonna let me talk.” You and Azriel both know he could get out of your hold in a matter of seconds, but the fact that he doesn’t means he must be willing to hear you out. You take a deep breath and focus your spiraling thoughts. Azriel gives a silent nod, still looking anywhere but your eyes.

“Look, I messed up last week. I was still kinda freaked out about what happened with Mikael.” Azriel flinches at the name, his expression turning murderous.

“Fucking piece of shit got what he deserved.” Azriel mutters under his breath. You try not to think too hard about what that means, but the blood on his clothes last week makes it pretty clear what happened.

“Anyway, I was still freaked out, and then you were asking me to tell you if I meant what I said that night, and I just got embarrassed and panicked.” You take a deep breath. This is it. “I’ve spent centuries trying to hide my feelings from you. I even tried dating other males, but ultimately each relationship ended because I put you before them. And when you started spending more time with Elain, I got jealous and decided that I had to try and move on for real. So when you asked me to tell you how I felt, I just couldn’t handle the heartache. And then you kissed me, and every single thought left my brain. I heard you tell me how you felt, I heard you ask me to tell you I felt the same, but I couldn’t form the words Az.” He finally looks up at you, his eyes wide and hopeful. “And you left before I could get my shit together and tell you. So let me say it now. I have loved you, as more than my best friend, for longer than I can remember Az. I’m sorry I couldn’t figure out how to say that last week.” He looks surprised. "It's always been you.” You repeat the words he told you last week.

A moment passes. Then two. And then his hands are free from your grip, pulling you close to him and kissing you deeply. You don’t hesitate this time, kissing him back with just as much passion. Azriel’s hips lift slightly, making you suddenly very aware of your current position. You hesitantly move yourself to go from straddling his waist to straddling his hips, unsure of what exactly he wants to happen. He freezes for a moment, causing you to overthink and pull away slightly, but before you can pull back completely, Azriel’s hands grip your hips and pull them closer to his. He groans softly into your mouth, letting one hand move from your hip to the nape of your neck, pulling you closer.

One second, you are on top of him kissing, and the next he is flipping you onto your back, holding himself up with one hand next to your head while the other caresses your waist. His mouth begins to trail down your neck and onto the column of your throat, giving you rough kisses along the way. A small whimper leaves you, which only seems to encourage him more.

From across the training ring, you hear voices approaching. Shit, you both completely forgot where you are and how public this is. Azriel pulls away and quickly stands, reaching out a hand towards you to help you up. You wonder if the interruption will be the end of this heated moment between the two of you, but Azriel pulls you by the waist close to him.

“Your room or mine?” He asks with a strained voice. The voices get closer, and before you can answer, Azriel lifts you up with your legs around his waist and winnows you to his room.

———

Once you arrive inside Azriel’s room, he gently sets you on his bed and takes a step back, staring at you. You can’t tell what his expression says, but you suddenly feel very shy under his intense stare.

“Uh, you okay?” You ask hesitantly. He gives you a grin and nods.

“I’m great. More than great. I’m just taking a second to admire this moment because I’ve spent the pst week feeling like Prythian’s biggest idiot for confessing my feelings to you when you didn’t feel the same way.” He stalks closer to you, his grin transforming into a lustful smirk. “But now that I know you feel the same way…” he towers over you, gently pushing you back onto the bed as he moves above you. “I am going to savor this. Every. Single. Second.” He kisses up your neck between his last few words.

“Oh… uh, okay.” You blush hard as the words come out in a whisper and every thought leaves your brain. Well, every thought except for Azriel. His hands tangle into your hair as he kisses you, but unlike before, this kiss isn’t overly eager and desperate. It’s purposeful and passionate, but the hunger from before still lingers between the two of you. Azriel’s hands slowly slide up your waist, under your shirt. His fingers play with the hem for a moment.

“Is this okay?” He whispers in your ear and softly bites your earlobe. You nod in response, but he pulls back and puts a hand on your cheek. “I need to hear you say it. You need to tell me exactly how far you want to go. I don’t want to do something you aren’t comfortable with.”

“Az. Please, I need you. All of you.” You plead.

“Thank the gods.” He wastes no time slipping his hands under your shirt and bra. His fingers graze over your nipples softly, causing you to whimper quietly. Azriel pulls your shirt off and quickly unclasps your bra, throwing it across his room. His eyes darken as he stares at you. You instinctively try to cover yourself, but he immediately pins both of your wrists above your head with one of his hands. “Don’t you dare hide from me, sweetheart. You are fucking gorgeous.” His words come out low and gravelly, causing you to blush a deep shade of pink.

Azriel lowers his mouth to one nipple and sucks, biting gently, while he rolls the other one between his fingers. The sensation makes you let out a low moan. He switches, making sure to give both equal attention before moving lower.

“Can I trust you to keep your hands up there?” He asks gruffly.

“And if I don’t?” You challenge with a smirk. Azriel gives a low chuckle. You feel the familiar chill of his shadows moving up your arms and around your wrists, restraining you. Two more shadows start playing with your nipples and the cold feeling makes you arch your back.

“I always wondered how you would be in bed.” He lowers himself toward your stomach. “But it seems like you like to be a brat.” His eyes gleam with excitement. “And if this wasn’t the first time that I get to worship your body, believe me, I would fuck the brattiness right out of you.” His fingers play with the hem of your pants as he kisses down your navel. “But I’m gonna let that attitude slide just this once.” His filthy words send a rush of heat to your core.

His hot breath dances over your skin and he slowly drags down your pants and panties all at once. Azriel stares at your pussy with complete adoration in his eyes.

“You are so fucking stunning, sweetheart.” He groans and teases a finger around your entrance. “And so fucking wet. Gods y/n, you might have the prettiest pussy I have ever seen.” His fingers trail up to your clit and he circles it softly. Moans spill from your lips freely now as you buck your hips towards him. “Patience. I’m just getting started.” He smirks and spreads your legs wide, before lowering his mouth to your core.

Azriel switches between kitten licks to your clit and teasing your hole with his tongue. Your moans get louder as you become more desperate.

“More. Fuck, Az, more please.” You beg. He pushes one of his long fingers into your pussy and curls it, making you cry out.

“You like that, sweetheart?” He asks with a smug smirk, as if he doesn’t know the damn answer. His shadows continue to tease your nipples, while one trails down to circle your clit while Azriel fucks you with his fingers. You had never felt pleasure this good, this intense. Azriel returns to sucking your clit, occasionally grazing his teeth across it, causing you to throw your head back and moan loudly. The familiar feeling of pleasure builds in your core. As if he can tell you are close, he speeds up his fingers. “That’s it, y/n. Come for me.”

“Fuck Azriel!” You yell and clench around his fingers while grinding on his face. Your orgasm rips through you like an explosion. Azriel draws the feeling out longer with his fingers continuously moving inside you—slower now. “Az, please. I want you inside me. Now.” You whine. He looks up at you with a shit-eating grin, his chin wet with your arousal.

“I have waited a long fucking time to finally taste you, so I will stop once I get my fill.” He puts his tongues back on your clit and gives it a soft lick, causing your hips to buck at the intensified feeling. “Give me one more like this, sweetheart. I need you to cum on my face one more time before I’ll be satisfied.” He buries his face between your legs, eating you out like a male starved. This might be the hottest thing you have ever experienced. No male has ever been so eager to eat you out, especially not this well, and definitely never twice in a row.

It doesn’t take long for Azriel to bring you to the edge again. His fingers thrust inside your soaked cunt as he sucks your clit.

“Cum for me, sweetheart.” Right as your release bursts inside you, Azriel moves his face back up to your mouth, keeping his fingers in your pussy and on your clit to coax you through the orgasm. His shadows release your hands, and you grab onto his shoulders as he swallows your moans with his kiss. You eventually come down from your high and take a steadying breath.

Azriel grins down at you like a kid on Winter Solstice who got every present he wanted. “You are breathtaking, y/n.” He kisses you again and moves his hips above yours. “Are you sure, sweetheart?” His gentle tone fills you with warmth.

“Please, Azriel. Please fuck me.” He groans at your words and lines his tip up with your entrance.

“Let me know if you need me to stop, okay?” You nod. He slowly pushes himself into you, one inch at a time. Fuck, you knew he was big, but this is something else. “Are you okay?” He asks. You nod and lift your hips to meet his, encouraging him to keep going. Azriel pushes himself entirely into you and gives a low moan.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you feel so fucking good.” He starts to slowly move in and out, gradually picking up his pace until he is pounding into you, his eyes screwed shut in pleasure. “This pussy was fucking made for me.” He moans and drops his forehead onto yours. You feel your pleasure building again as his hand reaches down to rub your clit.

“I’m close, Az.” You moan into his shoulder. This causes him to slow down slightly, opting for agonizingly slow and deep thrusts.

“Not yet, y/n. I need to feel you more.”

Thrust

“I have wanted this for so long.”

Thrust

“So fucking long.”

Thrust

“And now you’re mine.”

Thrust

His eyes pour into yours intensely.

“I have loved you since I first met you, y/n.” He says in an intimately hushed tone.

“I love you too, Az. I have for so long.” Your words pull a moan from him, and he picks his pace back up, pounding his cock into you. His fingers return to your clit and he rubs circles, drawing out high-pitched moans from you.

“Cum for me, y/n. Fuck, please. Come on my cock, sweetheart.” It comes out more like a beg than a command. Your third orgasm causes you to clench around him and drag your nails down his back, probably leaving marks. A few more thrusts, and Azriel is spilling inside you, your name falling from his lips over and over.

You both lay there for a while, savoring the moment. After a minute, Azriel slowly pulls out of you, making you hiss from how sensitive your walls are. He heads to the bathroom and returns quickly with a wet cloth to clean you up. Once clean, he gets back into the bed and pulls you close to him. The two of you cuddle in silence for a while before he speaks up.

“I’m still convinced this is a dream.” He whispers in amazement while running his fingers through your hair.

“I’ll admit I’ve had similar dreams before.” You giggle. He turns you around to face him and raises an eyebrow.

“You’ve had wet dreams about me?” You blush hard and nod. “Fuck, that’s hot.” You giggle and bury your face in his chest as he pulls you closer.

“This isn’t a dream, Az. It’s real, and I really do love you.” You reassure him. You will tell him that a million times if that’s what it takes.

“I love you, y/n. So fucking much.” He hugs you tighter. The two of you doze off into a blissfully content sleep.

omg okay i hope yall liked this!! also btw i have never published smut ever before so i apologize if it sucked lol.

i’m having a lot of fun getting back into writing fics so please send me requests if you have any bc i suck at coming up with ideas.

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[familyvideostevie]

hey!!! can i put in a request for sirius? maybe something where he and reader are at a new years party and reader is slowly becoming more and more overwhelmed but doesn’t want to ruin sirius’ fun so they just quietly slip away. but of course sirius notices? thank you and i love your writing!!!

of course you can! i don't think i've nailed him down totally yet but hopefully this is alright for now <3 | gn!reader, fluff, 1k

It's nice until it's not. That's how it always goes. You're having a nice time at the house party, laughing and sipping on something fruity that Marlene handed you as Lily tells the story of how James broke his arm last week. The music isn't too loud and you think you might go find Sirius soon so that you can be near him when midnight hits. Not that he'd be anywhere but by your side, of course.

But then something in the room changes. Maybe a big group of people shows up or the music gets a little louder and the lights a little dimmer but suddenly you don't feel as steady.

"Love, are you alright?" Lily gently grabs your elbow and you flinch. Her expression is soft but her eyes are worried. You've clearly zoned out enough that it's noticeable.

"I'm fine," you say, smiling tightly. "I'm going to get some water." You slip away from the circle and into the kitchen, abandoning your cup on the first flat surface you find. There isn't anyone in here but the tightness in your chest does not abate. You clutch the sides of the sink and try to breathe.

A knock on the counter alerts you to someone else in the kitchen. You whirl around and find Remus looking a bit worried. "You look pale," he says. "Do you want me to get Sirius?" You haven't seen your boyfriend in a little bit, but you're pretty sure he's playing drinking games in the next room.

"No," you say quickly. "No, I'm fine. Thanks, though." Remus looks reluctant to leave you. All of Sirius's friends take your wellbeing very seriously, not just because you're fairly vital to his -- they like you.

"Hm," he says. Everyone has a hard time fooling Remus about anything. "Maybe some fresh air?"

"Good idea," you say. He allows you to slip past him and you really hope he's not going to tell Sirius. You'll get some fresh air and then find your coat and send Sirius a text that you've gone home and not to worry. There's no reason to tear him away from the party because you're overwhelmed.

The front porch is deserted. Abandoned cups and a few cigarette butts litter the railing but the cold air makes you feel better immedietly. A few deep breaths serve to calm your racing heart. Laughter and music bleed into the night and you really want to be on your own couch right now.

The front door opens. You know it's Sirius.

You turn and take a step towards him. He meets you in the middle, a hand on your elbow. He runs his other through his own hair, a tell that he was worried.

"Did Remus find you?" you ask miserably. Though Sirius has told you a million times that he will do anything for you, sometimes actually asking is the hardest part. You feel a bit sick that he's come out here when he should be having fun inside.

"What?" He blinks. "No. I just noticed you were gone." His dark brows draw together and he reaches out slowly, in case you don't want to be touched. But you don't move, so he gently places a big, callused hand around the curve of your jaw.

"You did?" It's a silly question. You know that Sirius, while a bit all over the place and loud and much more alive than you've ever been, is so keen on you being in his life that he'd do pretty much anything to keep you around. He bought you a helmet for his motorbike even though you swore you'd never ride it, just in case. He made everyone swap out the hand soap in their flats after you told him that a popular brand irritated your skin. He kisses you extra when he's got a bit of stubble because the tingle makes you giggle. Of course he noticed that you were gone.

"Are you being serious?" he asks. His thumb settles at the corner of your mouth for just a moment before he tugs you into his hold, the hand on your jaw moving to cup your head. "You are so silly sometimes."

"Sorry," you say into his silk shirt. He hasn't got his jacket on but he's still much warmer than you.

Sirius tuts. "None of that." He pulls back to look at you again, eyes pouring over your face. "You alright?"

You nod because it's true, now. You're always better when he's holding you. "Just got a bit overwhelmed inside."

"Do you want to go home?" He doesn't ask questions, doesn't tell you off. He never does. So you only feel a little guilty when you nod. "Let me get our coats and we'll be off."

He makes for the door to the house again and you snag his fingers. "Are you sure, Sirius?" you ask. "I can go home. You don't have to leave." He sighs, but it's fond.

"Come here." He tugs and you go willingly back into his arms. This time he rests his hands on your lower back, dangerously close to being cheeky. "All I wanted out of tonight was to kiss you at midnight, yeah? And I can do that at home. And if we do it at home, we can do it naked."

You laugh, shoving your face into his collar. "You're unbelievable," you say.

"And you're pretty." He presses his lips to your temple once, twice, before releasing you. "Don't go anywhere."

You take a moment to look at him in the moonlight. Rumpled, tall, dark, and handsome, and all yours. "Wouldn't dream of it."

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[seeminglydark]

Idk if this means anything to you but I'm a comic artist who's had a hard time doing art for a few years. The first four was because of life hardship and lack of time/chronic pain, but now lately I've had time but a mental block. I'm creeping up on 30 and felt bad about myself for "missing out" on my opportunity to be a comic artist. It was really validating to see you post about being 41 (correct me if I'm wrong) especially since you have such wonderful comics that I've been following for a while now. It makes me feel less like I'm wasting my time putting my things in order when I "should" be drawing.

Hopefully this doesn't come across as offensive or anything. It was just comforting and validating. Anyway, big fan! Love your characters a whole lot and hope you have a good day!

Dear Anon

I am 41 years old. I have wanted to make comics my entire life. before my dad got sick, and my childhood kinda fell apart, all i did was draw. after that, i used the stories in my head to cope. life moved on. i was convinced not to accept a partial scholarship to an art school in California. life got hard. i worked at a hotel, and after i escaped an abusive relationship at 22 i hitchhiked/bused far far away to start over. i tried to make comics again, but i had to survive, and so i got another job doing the only thing i knew how to do, hotels. and i worked. and worked. and life got harder and times got heavier and i didn't get time to draw and i worked double hours, 15 to 17 hours a day. and i went four years without drawing a single thing.

i kept working myself into the ground. i was 29 now. i picked up a pen again and drew a red haired boy. he had a hard life and no love and no friends. his problems were on the outside, for everyone to see. he ran away but his problems went with him.

i was 32. surely i was too old now. my time to be an artist was gone. i had no school. no hope. i was so far behind the younger gen i saw online. i cried. all the time. i wrote stories in my email drafts while i worked shifts. i stayed up late trying to learn how to draw again. i cried some more. the boy grew. i called him Fiach. worthy. a raven. later i renamed him Avery. he was like a bird, he had wings, he was my hope. i started writing some friends for him. the people i wished i had around me.

i started finding time and space. i got a new job, something where i was lucky enough to set my own hours. for the first time i had a partner who believed in me. things were hard. but i was drawing now. and that helped.

i went on a road trip and i started drawing pages of an unnamed story on 6 by 8 paper in a sketchbook. i drew 20 of them. 'what could i call this?' i thought. Nothing Seems as Dark...no says my partner. Seemingly Dark. he made me a logo. i was 35. i bought an ipad, i cant do this on paper, its too much story i have too much to say. so i learned how to draw digitally by tracing my own trad art pages.

I spoke to my dad for the last time on June 17th, fathers day that year. he said 'you're good. i'm proud. and you're gonna do amazing things. none of this is your fault. and we will speak again soon.' i didn't know id never hear his voice again. he died a week later.

i turned 36. i kept trying. i'm old, i don't understand the internet. how can i share this?

i stumbled across Lore Olympus. i was introduced to webcomics. id read comics online before but the thought never occurred to me. i opened an account on Tapas. and then i stared at it. what if no one likes it. what if its bad. my art isn't good. i should wait til i'm better. but will i ever really be better? or will i always believe that tomorrow is better? do it now. if even one person gets something out of this story, this story about a boy who is you, a boy who looking for hope, a boy who might make it, then that is enough isn't it.

June 17th 2018 i launched Seemingly Dark.

SD's five year anniversary is in a week. 0ver 700 pages. leaps and bounds in progress with my skills. a printed comic under my belt as of monday. i was always a storyteller. but i was always an artist too.

I am 41 years old, dear anon. I did not truly embark on this journey til i was 35. life got in the way. even now, chronic illness gets in the way. but its worth it. its never ever too late. i believe in you the way my dad believed in me. i reset my life again and again. but I was always an artist. and if thats who you are, and who you want to be, even if things dont go the way you wished they could, you're an artist too.

im 41 years old. i speak about my age, even though i often feel too old to belong in spaces, cuz really, in this case age is just a number. take care of yourself. do what you need to do. and little by little, when your able, carve out your space until it becomes more of a habit. sometimes i think about all the years i lost not drawing or creating. but there's a lot of factors that make me believe had i made my story then, it wouldn't be the story it is now, i needed to live a bit. i needed to find myself. i know this was long, but i just wanted you to see i also had to put my life in order, and getting notes like this reminds me it wasnt at all a waste. im glad i could offer you some comfort. thats honestly the best compliment i could ever receive.

TL;dR I was 35 when i sat down and seriously started making comics, because life always got in the way and so did my confidence. i always feared being too old. im 41 now, still going strong.

#rj rambles #this is really long im sorry anon #i think my late comic blooming story is kinda important for people to hear #thankyou for giving me a reason to tell it

[shelbgrey]

Bones Halloween Special

Paring: Lance Sweets x Hodgins!Reader x others(Platonic)

Summary: y/n Hodgins and her friends go to a haunted attraction for Halloween and they find something unexpected but not surprising for them.

A/n: this is a re-telling of an old greys anatomy fic I wrote, hopefully this one is better.

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Halloween was among us, I for one loved the holiday but with our job every day was Halloween. When I was a kid I loved dressing up and watching horror movies. None of my friends really cared for Halloween expect maybe my brother Jack and my fiance Lance.

But the last few years our group of friends started a tradition where we'd go to someone's house and watch a bunch of horror movies and eat junk food.

When we all got off work we headed to Temperance and Booth's house. While me, Cam and Angela were getting snacks, Jack and Lance were looking for movies.

While everything was getting set up we waited for the other guests while Booth and Aristoo watched the news for some reason.

“why are you watching the ne-”

“shh” Booth said cutting me off and turned the volume up. There was a lady standing infront of a haunted house on the TV.

“Tonight's is the opening night of DC's Great Balls of Fire, a haunted attraction that has caused some controversy in recent weeks drawing from local urben ledgends and actual serial killers... One maze is actually based on H. H Holmes, is this in poor taste, of just good old fashioned fun?”

Booth sighs and turns off the the TV. “sounds like just a bunch of over sensitive a-holes trying to shut down everyones Halloween fun”

“but if these are based off actual murders around here they could have families” Cam said. “hell, we probably solved a couple of them” I added.

“dude... What if it's haunted? Like haunted haunted” Jack said getting excited, Temperance was quick to rain on his parade. “actually, it's not possible for paranormal activity”

“well, we should still go” I said putting the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. Angela rolled her eyes and stood up as the air fryer dinged “I'm gonna get the pizza rolls”

“I'll go with you” Cam added

“Aw, common Ang” Jack called out.

Not a second later Angela’s screams erupted through the houses then a cash sound followed along with what sounded like Cam's cackles. We all looked over to where the sound came from, confused. Angela came racing in shaking while Wendell followed, rubbing his head. He had crumbs in his hair and red sause on his face from the pizza rolls.

“What happened to you?” I asked, chuckling.

Wendell turned around and looked at Angela. “You hit me in the head with an air fry basket” Angela whipped back around. “Well you snuck up on me, what do you expect?”

“Where's the pizza rolls?” Lance joked as Angela sat down next to Jack with her arms crossed, Jack chuckled and wrapped his arm around her. “Aw, come on babe, it's Halloween everyone's entitled to a good scare”

“so we going or what? It'll be alot more entertaining than y/n and sweets' horror movie collection” Booth joked. “hey..” me and Lance both said.

“going where?” Wendell asked. “The Halloween amusement park thing just outside of the city” Cam said.

Temperance rolled her eyes. “it's just a bunch of cheep rides and haunted houses that aren't even scary. It's a waist of time”

“you scared Bones?” Booth teased, she just rolled her eyes. “with the stuff we see everyday nothing should faze us now”

“soo...” me and Lance both said looking at everyone.

“Sure, why not” Jack said looking at everyone for confirmation. “you in Wendell?” he nodded.

“cam? Arastoo?” I asked turning to the couple. She nodded with a big smile. “I've been in for a while.”

“yeah, it should be fun” Arastoo nodded.

“Come on Bones, it'll be fun” I said. Temperance soon gave in with a smile. Shee nodded making everyone cheer.

After transportation planning and a few extra details we all separated into three cars and headed out.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

“we made it!” me and jack cheered as the the both of raced in leaving the group behind.

“wait up guys! We still need tickets!” Angela shouted making us sighed and walk back.

The line was long but thankful we were towards the front. “lot of weirdos” Cam mumbled. A guy in a clown costume that was behind her and Temperance in line tried to scare them, It didn't work. Temperance didn't even flinch and Cam rolled her eyes.

“boo, so scary” Cam said sarcastically, Arastoo put his arm on her shoulder turning her away from the clown. Booth wrinkled up his nose and subtly moved closer to me and Lance.

We all finally got in with our VIP passes and the place was a sight to see to say the least. Before we set off Lance came up to me with a creeped out expression as he took my hand.

“Sweets we just got here, what's the problem?” Booth asked. He looked around a shivered.

“please tell me the ticket guy licked his lips at all of you and not just me?” I scrunched my noise up in discussed and Booth started laughing.

“would it make you feel better if is said yes?” I asked sweetly, his looked slightly annoyed now. “no, because I don't want so random dude doing that to my fiance” I chuckled which made a smile creep on his face.

“come on, let's have some fun” I said as all of us set off to explore the place.

Booth looked over to Temperance who just looked around slightly board but still trying to look like she was having fun. “this really isn't your thing, is it?” I asked her.

She shrugged with a smile. “I'm just happy to do something with Booth and you guys” Booth was about to lean down and kiss her head, but a guy in a clown costume scared us. Booth jumped in to Temperance's arms and Lance flinched and held on to me, me and Temperance both laughed.

“okay, that was fun” Temperance laughed. I chuckled and pulled Lance along to catch up with the other.

“haunted house?” Wendell asked. We all agreed making our way in. Arastoo and Cam went in first cleaning to each other. The first guy that popped out was bloody, cannibal like doctor making Angela jump into Jack's arms with fear.

She pushed him away like nothing happened. “and... That's just insulting” Temperance said pointing at the doctor as she walked by with Booth.

Strob lights and blood surrounded us as we walked into a canbilist farm themed room. The place was based off. The text chain saw mascara movies obviously.

“ew, that looks so real” Cam said looking at a dummy that was gutted to piece. I looked at it and decided to screw with her.

“that's probably pig intestines, it's what they used in Day of the dead” I said pointing at the dummy. Arastoo wrapped his arm around Cam and looked at me disgust. “how do you know that?”

“same reason I know that I know they used corn syrup for pigs blood in Carrie” I shrugged and Lance wrapped his arm around my waist.

Next we walked into a pitch black room. “okay... Something is gonna pop out” Angela mumbled clinging to Jack.

“hello?” Temperance yelled.

“they aren't gonna respond” Booth said as he looked around.

Strob light suddenly turned on and a bloody clown, taller then Booth came charging at us with a ax. Booth screamed and ran for it while Temperance laughed.

The final room was a back room full of maquines with wolf masks. “one of you are real” Lance mumbled. We successfully made it to the other side without getting scared which made Angela feel confident to walk through. As she went one of them moved and grabbed her scream bloody murder.

She ran out with Jack and the rest of us chacing her.

“that was so badass!” Jack cheered as we made it out to the end. Me and jack high-five then turned to our friend group, everyone seemed shaken up except Temperance.

After that we hit the cheeply made games. Booth and I went up agint each other while Lance and Jack went to a ring toss booth. Surprisingly I won and I wasn't gonna let Booth forget it. “yes! Suck on that!” he laughed and gave me the win.

“here you go” Lance said from behind me. I turned around to find my fiance Holding a little fox plushie he won. I smiled and thanked him with a quick peck on the cheek.

Angela, Cam, and Arastoo then came back with giant preziles and funnel cakes. “What did we miss?” Arastoo asked handing me my funnel cake.

“y/n whipped Booth in a Shooting game” Jack laughed. “yes, that's my girl!” Angela said high-fiving me as Lance took the paper plate and ate some of the funnel cake.

The dude running the Booth gave me my prize, which was a panda bear plushie. I thanked him and gave it Lance.

“i saw another haunted house when I was getting drinks... Sounds pretty scary” Cam said. “i think there's alot of clown crap, so it's probably based off IT or something” Arastoo added.

Booth's eyes bugged out in fear from behind me and Lance. Cam noticed and chuckled. No one knew of his fear expect me and Temperance. He reluctantly agreed as we headed off.

“you alright?” Lance asked, Booth pushed his shoulder slightly. “it's your day off Shrink”

“God, I hate clowns” Booth mumbled. Temperance stopped and grabbed his hand. “We don't have to go in if you don't want to... I'll stay out here with you while the others go in” he shook his head and pulled her along.

“no, let's go” Temperance rolled her eyes and tired to stop him but no dice.

We all went to the entrance which was old, rugged door with very scary written on it. “how scary is 'very scary'?” Angela asked walking towards it. I shrugged when she stopped and looked at me for confirmation.

“it's a haunted house Angie” Wendell said opening the door. Cam, Arastoo, and Jack went through first. Angela sighed and walked in with Wendell.

“ladies first” Lance said to me and Temperance. Booth nodded and pushed me forward. “yup, we're gentleman around here”

Me and Temperance rolled our eyes and went in before our husbands. Lance garbed my hand as we walked through a room full of glowing mirrors. The light flashed on and off giving it an eary feeling.

It went pitch black for a few minutes then the blue lights came back on. A Pennywise actor jumped out and pounded on the window. “holy shit!” Booth said grabbing on to Temperance.

“I don't like it here!” Lance added, hiding behind me.

“Awsome” I said as we watched Pennywise run around.

We rounded a corner and ended up in a room full of clown statues and plushies. “oh you got be fucking kidding me” Booth mumbled as he watched every single clown making sure one of them wasn't gonna move. All the clown Dolls then started to shake and their eyes glew as we walked pasted.

As we exited we saw everyone was waiting. “that was very disappointing” Temperance said as we continued to walk around, Booth's eyes bugged out as he tried to recover from his 'trauma'.

“yeah I expected a bit more fear” I said. The others came out after words and Angela looked just as terrified as Booth.

Jack stuck his hands in his pockets and motioned to another attraction. “welp, there one more... Might as well get our money's worth” Angela sighed and followed him.

I tunred to my fiance and my best friend. “you two gonna be alright?” Lance nodded and so did Booth. “as long as there's no more freaking clowns.” he mumbled.

The four of us walked In the last building, it was The smallest one and looked like the haunted mansion from Scooby-Doo. We walked through a couple of hallway that made it feel like an actual Scooby-Doo themed attraction.

It wasn't really scary, meaning it didn't even bother Angela. “I think this is the end” Arastoo said.

As he said that the ceiling started cracking, something fell through making dust fill the area. “that smell is disgusting” Angela gasped as familiar stinch filled our noses.

“that's a rotting corps smell” I said covering my mouth and leaning into Lance.

“that looks really real” Arastoo said making us look down, it was clean skeleton that was stained red. Temperance knelt down and looked at the Skelton. “y/n, do you have your flashlight?”

I nodded and dug it out of my bag, Temperance shined it on the Skelton. “why would they put a real skeleton in a haunted house?” Angela asked.

"who knows, the 60s through the 80s were known to use real skeletons in horror movies” I said shrugging.

Jack took out his phone light and studied the now crime scene. “yup, look here sis” I looked and saw a couple of magets and a few termites.

“it looks like she's been here for almost four days” I said.

“call it in Booth it's real” Temperance said standing up. “looks like a female in her late 20s”

“thank God... Let's call it and get out of here” Booth mumbled and pulled out his phone and left the building, Lance followed pulling out his phone too. As they left a scare actor stopped them. Booth wasn't having it, getting into agent mode.

“Hey, this is a crime scene now” he barked and pulled out his badge. The scare actor's shoulders slumped and he pulled off his mask, he was just a teen.

“really man, I just got this job” the boys ignored him and called the Bureau.

“one normal night... That's all I ask” I sighed and stoped the other visitors before they could see the dead body.

“let's get her back to the lab before it catches too much attention” Temperance said.

The part of the park that we were at got shut down so the FBI could get through. Temperance and Jack left with them to get evidence.

“well that killed the mood” Angela said as we continued to walk after everyone was evacuated from the crim scene. “not really” I said.

“well, I'm beginning to believe this place is haunted” Cam added, I sighed. “well let's get to the lab, we're not going to bed anytime soon”

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

We spent most of the night cleaning the Bones and checking for injuries. We found out the victim was strangled to death with one of those plastic chains that's used for decoration. The victim was killed and left about three day ago, three days before the Halloween park opened.

Lance came into my office about two hours later with tired eyes. I smiled softly as he plopped down on the couch that was in there. “did you get the killer”

Lance rubbed his face and nodded as I lyed down with him. “it was that kid me and Booth ran into when we were making calls”

“why did he do it?” I asked resting my head on his chest. “he wanted the part the victim had, apparently he worked at the attraction for years and the victim got the job right on the spot”

I shook my head. “the girl was so young”

“all her friends said she was so excited to get the job” Lance said.

We talked until we fell asleep, I don't know for how long but we were suddenly woken up by my brother. “What?”

“you guys should go home, the case is over” I sighed and looked at my watch and saw it was not only the next day but time for work too.

“no because our shift just started” I mumbled and sat up carefully. Lance ground and rolled over and fell back asleep. I let him sleep and went into the lab.

Everyone was setting around with energy drinks and coffee. “I'm starting to hate Halloween” Cam mumbled and downed her coffee.

Jack wordlessly handed me a monster and sat down next to him, as I sipped it the lights went out suddenly.

“son of a bitch!” I sighed and we just set there in the dark too tired to do anything.

#Bones #Lance Sweets x Hodgins!reader #Lance Sweets x reader #Lance Sweets imagines #Bones x reader #Bones imagines #Jack Hodgins x reader #Seeley Booth #Temperance Brennan #Camille Saroyan #arastoo vaziri #Angela Montenegro #Halloween imagines #Spooky season

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River Reads Midnight Sun

Chapter 2: Open Book

In which Edward faces his fears and spends an agonizing amount of time hyperfixating on Bella.

<-Chapter 1

So we jump into chapter two AND next week, as it has been six days since Edward (shockingly) succeeded in leaving town forever (citation needed)! He is chilling (ha) in a snowbank, staring up at the stars, which are truly magnificent. Or he knows they would be, except he can't quite see anything except Bella's face. Yes, the girl has haunted him straight to (checks location on a map) oh he's in ALASKA, okay! I wasn't sure where Denali was, but I was PRETTY sure even Edward couldn't drive a car to Russia. (You'll see why I considered Russia in a minute.)

Anyway, the "unremarkable" face of this girl he's literally never spoken to directly has been haunting him for six days, which is indeed troubling. While he is brooding on this, the thoughts of a new character come leaping towards him. This is where we meet Tanya, a vampire with silver skin, blonde-but-almost-pink curly hair, amber eyes, and full lips. Mary Sue Tanya is stunning and exquisite, at least from Ed's memory, since he still can't see past the face permanently branded on his eyeballs.

So anyway, Mary Sue Tanya does a cannonball into Ed's snowbank, burying him alive with snow but not burying the image of Bella. It becomes clear that she has been crushing on Ed and is sad he will be leaving soon and doesn't return her affections, although he is very polite and gentlemanly about it.

(Honestly, I liked her well enough until we got to the "I'm not used to rejection" line, and then she starts sifting through the memories of all her human male conquests next to the actual mind reader who she is attracted to, to which I say WOMAN REALLY??? I don't think making the guy you like EVEN MORE UNCOMFORTABLE than he's already admitted you kinda make him is an effective way to gain his affections?!)

ANYWAY, thankfully they get off THAT subject quickly and have a really quite nice conversation, wherein Ed apologizes for getting her hopes up by coming to her home territory and Tanya tries to be a good friend. We see a mention of her "long-lost Russian accent," thus my uncertainty about location, and she tells him she knows he won't keep running from his mystery problem because he's the type who faces things head-on. Mary Sue TANYA then runs away across the snow, so light and fast she doesn't even leave footprints, suggesting a connection between vampires and wood elves.

Encouraged by this pep talk, Gary Stu Edward also gets up and runs footprintless across the snow, determined to be brave and go back and face those "bewildered chocolate-brown eyes," and hopefully not eat the girl attached to them.

SCENE CHANGE!

Edward's back in town, and his three vampire siblings/classmates are huddled around him as they head into the lunchroom, being quite adorably protective, honestly. Alice is trying to foresee any problematic eventualities, Jasper thinks it's funny that EDWARD is the one everyone's fretting over instead of him, Emmett is acting like a bodyguard, and Ed is just exasperated with all of them.

To his surprise, nobody at school is thinking about them, suggesting that Bella didn’t blab about his black murderstare from last chapter. After all, a normal human would have asked around about it, because humans and especially teens all like to feel NORMAL and FIT IN and be a "featureless flock of sheep" and WOW, should I be more annoyed at Ed or the author for this intense bias against high schoolers?! But of course Bella isn't like those OTHER kids, she doesn't do things like talk to people when something weird happens!

About this time, Bella walks in and Alice is all, "Act human!" To which Emmett responds by taking out the snowball he compressed into an ice chunk with his superstrength and chucking it at Alice, who casually deflects it across the room at superspeed, where it cracks a brick. This does, ironically, draw attention away from them. Everyone is annoyed at Emmett, which is fair, but also, ALICE COULDN'T YOU HAVE JUST CAUGHT IT INSTEAD OF POTENTIALLY SHOOTING SOMEONE?

Ahem. So Bella's in the lunch line, and Mike Newton, Regular High School Guy And Insignificant Human Rival, is worried about her. Ed starts also worrying about if she might be sickly, what with her translucent skin. (Are we 100% sure BELLA is human?!) The vampires do a slightly better job of acting natural, and Edward decides to refer to Bella as “Bella” and not just "the girl,” "as if she were the only girl in the world," which is HILARIOUS considering where we all know this is going!

After eavesdropping on Bella and Jessica whispering about him looking at her (Bella thinks he's mad at her, after the whole murderstare incident), Bella hunkers under her hair and avoids eye contact, although Ed thinks she keeps twitching like she WANTS to look at him. Then, at long last, lunch ends and everyone starts going to class. There is another internal struggle while Ed reviews what all of his vampire family members have advised about this situation. (Emmett sounding the least helpful, as he has apparently encountered two such delicious-smelling-people incidents that... uh... sound like they did NOT go well?) But Ed is determined to prove to himself that he has the self-control to sit through biology without murdering Bella, so off he goes.

(By the way, Rosalie complains she doesn't want to have to move because they're almost finally out of high school. Again, why are you pretending to be high school students?! It's not like you'll age whether you're there or not?! HOW DOES THIS HELP YOUR COVER??)

Edward gets to Biology to find Bella at their table, doodling randomly. He decides to introduce himself. He gets briefly lost in gratuitously detailed descriptions of her eyeballs and how they are simultaneously like chocolate and strong tea, and how could anyone so frail be deserving of his unwarranted hatred last week? He's also holding his breath, but has enough air in his longs for a reasonably lengthy conversation AND a short laugh, during which Bella is... surprised/startled that he called her Bella? Because her dad introduced her to everyone as Isabella? But she's apparently told multiple people since she got here that she prefers Bella? So he probably could have learned that even without his super vampire eavesdropping powers? WHY is this weird enough to be suspicious, and HOW does it indicate she is intuitive?

Well, the book and Ed believe she is insightful and intuitive, so I guess we should just go with it. Ed does eventually needs to breath so he can talk, and even though just breathing through his mouth is like tasting the FIERY COALS of her deliciousness, and their brief moment of making skin contact is like an ELECTRIC SHOCK, he manages to continue acting normal.

By the way, along with being unconventionally if lopsidedly pretty and smelling delicious, Bella was also in advanced-placement biology at her previous school and Knows Science! Edward realizes this must mean she is ESPECIALLY intelligent for a human, which of course makes perfect sense. After all, she was the first student in two years to look him in the eye long enough to notice they'd changed from the Murderstare Incident's I'm-going-to-eat-you black to today's calmer I'm-probably-not-going-to-eat-you-except-by-accident amber/gold! My friends, may I remind you this man previously admitted he has two medical degrees, a thing that probably required some amount of physically attending college. I really wonder if Ed's standards would be more realistic if he ever once SOCIALIZED WITH HIS HUMAN CLASSMATES.

In an effort to maintain normalcy, they talk about the weather. Bella does not like the cold and wet of Forks. She clearly does not like being in Forks at all. She is vague and grumpy about why she came here, and Edward is so obsessed curious that he may implode (this is the actual word used). We learn (agonizingly slowly) that her mom remarried—and no, Edward, Bella DOES like the guy, he's nice and a minor-league baseball player; and no, Edward, her mom DIDN'T send her here, SHE sent HERSELF here so her mom could happily travel with her step-dad rather than unhappily stay home with her! Ed is certain by now that Bella "isn't like other humans" because he keeps guessing her story arcs wrong and she's just so CONFUSING and UNPREDICTABLE, and this can't possibly be because he's about 100 years out of practice having a normal conversation without a cheat code into the other person's brain.

(Okay, to be fair, there are at LEAST two moments of self-awareness where Ed wonders if he'd be this bad at reading everybody without his mindreading powers. We should give him points for that.)

But despite his difficulties, he DOES figure out that Bella is unhappy, mostly by her sending out signals that a rhino could decipher. When he confronts her with this observation, her response is, "So?" And after meditating on this for an unusually brief paragraph, Ed realizes THE ANSWER:

"She was selfless."

I'm sorry, guys, I need to break for a second, that's the first part that made me laugh out loud. Can someone lend me a combine to harvest all this corn.

(Side Note: As previously stated, I have not read the books or watched the movies, so I could be biased by the negative side of the fanbase. But my general impression of Bella has not lent itself to "selflessness." BUT, it is only chapter two and I am only going off of general hearsay! The amount of poorly concealed disgruntlement is not impressing me, though.)

Anyway, Ed guesses that she doesn't really like her situation but doesn't want people to KNOW she doesn't like it. He continues to marvel at how positively he feels towards this girl, how discerning she is, how *cough* selfless she is, not like an "average martyr" who would actually tell someone she's not 100% happy with her SACRIFICE. Bella gets annoyed, which Ed finds amusing, so there's another adjective for the list. But then she says she's annoyed because she's so easy to read, and Edward can't believe this, because he's never had to work so hard to read someone before! Again, this couldn't possibly be because she's the first person in 100+ years whose mind he can't read!

By the way, Bella also seems to be oblivious immune to the usual red flags normal humans feel around vampires! Ed tries smiling dangerously at her, but the teacher breaks up their conversation with actual classtime, so he gets to angst for a few paragraphs about why he shouldn't find this girl interesting and how dangerous this is for her and yet how MUCH he wants to know more about her. And also trying not to kill her when her thick, black hair flips in his direction and drives his vampire nose bananas.

He books it as soon as the bell rings, having survived the encounter without murdering anyone but with so many new questions about this unremarkable, shy, frail, unmindreadable-yet-highly-face-readable, delicious-smelling, selfless, quietly disgruntled human girl.

(Side Note: I have learned a new word!

"Attar—a fragrant essential oil, typically made from rose petals."

Ex: "Again, I gasped at the clean, wet air outside as though it was a healing attar."

*loud sighing noises*)

So after that brief break, he goes to class with Emmett. Emmett, IMMENSELY HELPFUL EMMETT, asks how it went, questions if it wouldn't be easier to just get it over with, reassures Ed that everyone would understand if he messed up (GIVING IN IS NOT THE SAME AS "MESSING UP," EMMETT), and then vividly visualizes a time he experienced a really good-smelling woman and ate her. Between his earlier blasé-ness about not "wallowing in guilt" over past mistakes and this section's lack of anything indicating regret about that incident, I take back any nice things I might have said about this guy. Emmett, YOU. ARE. THE WORST.

It's so bad that Ed has to bolt out of class AGAIN, although it doesn't help that Emmett follows him and continues to suggest maybe Ed should just get it over with if it's so bad, can Alice or somebody please come punch him. Ed finally gets him to leave and hides in his car. Then, "like an addict" (his own words), he searches the whole school for thoughts about Bella. From his car. My GUY, just how UNREASONABLY powerful ARE your mind radar skills???

He finally locates Bella in gym class, because Mike, who is mad about Ed talking to her, is thinking in logical, complete sentences (as one does) about how satisfied he is that Bella doesn't seem interested in Edward. He also conveniently remembers her asking "what was with" Edward last Monday (after the Deathstare Incident). So apparently Bella isn't QUITE abnormal unique enough to stay totally silent when she encounters a weird thing (not that Edward notices). Ed's response to his annoyance over Mike's satisfaction is to blast "violent music," which seems the opposite of helpful to me.

We end the chapter with Bella coming out of school and heading to her rusty old truck while Ed watches her creepily from his car. She almost hits another student's car when she locks eyes with him, and Ed has to laugh at her sudden increased driving vigilance, as if she might be DANGEROUS! Because of course it's RIDICULOUS to think that BELLA could be dangerous to ANYONE in ANY vehicle, as if the driver's physical frailty has any bearing on the damage a truck can do when crashing into cars or non-vampires at speed.

AND SCENE!

I'm gonna be honest, guys, that one was a couple degrees more agonizing than the first chapter. I dread how much more I'm going to hear about Ed's conflicting desires to eat Bella and be attracted to her simultaneously average yet fascinating allure. She's just so unusually unique and smart and intuitive and selfless and shy and frail and inspires protective instincts, you see, and she's not like ANY OTHER human he's ever encountered, even though we have evidence now that sometimes certain vampires just find certain humans irresistibly delicious, and we can probably extrapolate that those humans were somehow immune to vampire powers, too.

I also highly question Bella's above-average "martyrdom," considering she dropped her guard pretty fast around the cute stranger and basically broadcasted how unhappy she is with her decision, which makes it feel a bit like she did what she did so she could feel good about herself rather than because it was the best thing to do? Being selfless doesn't mean COMPLETELY ignoring your own needs, or justify using your good deed as an excuse to have a poor attitude. Of course, considering that half her traits that Ed notices and marvels over are actually fairly normal, I don't think any of us feel a strong need to trust his assessments of her character.

Next up is CHAPTER THREE: RISK. I'm sure it will feature Edward being very level-headed and undramatic. I think I need to build my endurance back up for this one. (And thanks for the likes and comments so far, they really help keep me motivated! =D)

Chapter 3->

#River reads midnight sun #twilight #vampires #edward cullen #bella swan #satire #literary analysis maybe? #My word there are 29 chapters and an epilogue #Lend me your strength yall #River reviews

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Winner

Masterlist

ღ Pairings: Jungkook x reader

ღ Summary: After losing at Uno, you prove to Jungkook that you are the real winner.

ღ Words: 1500

ღ Notes: wow two fics in two days? i’m actually proud of myself. if you enjoyed this you should leave a like and a comment. and you should also follow me so that you can see my other fics that are coming hella soon 👉👈😘🥰

“well it looks like we’ll be snowed in for a while” Jungkook says walking back into the bedroom, phone in hand still looking at the weather app. Its currently a blizzard happening outside and according to every news and weatherman its not going to stop for till tomorrow night.

 Well, this is just great

 “oh my god” you whine, not wanting to be stuck in the house for the next two days. He hums his agreement before laying down next to you in the bed.

 “Hopefully the power doesn’t go out” he says and you nod instantly, the last time there was a blizzard the power was out for like 3 days and all the food in your fridge spoiled. The only upside of that night was that you and your friends had all been together, so you all played hide-n-seek in the dark until Namjoon being Namjoon ran into the table and fell face first into Yoongi’s knee, which resulted in him having quite the bruise on the side of his eye for a good two weeks.

 The two of you sit in silence for the next ten minutes or so, trying to find something to do to kill time “wanna play uno?” he asks and you shrug, dramatically rolling off of the bed and falling to the floor with a small grunt. You lay on the floor for a few seconds before jumping up and walking towards the living room, where the show you were watching earlier is still playing.

 He grabs the uno cards from your game closet before joining you at the table. He shuffles the cards and passes them out, smirking at the fact that he has multiple draws in his hand.

 “how about we make this more interesting” he says

 “how?” you ask him, eyebrow raised

 “for every game either of us loses we have to take off a piece of clothing” he says, tongue poking out to lick his bottom lip

 “but I’m literally only wearing shorts, a shirt and socks” you pout wishing you would’ve put on more clothes after getting out of the shower, at least a pair of panties and a bra or something, but he just shrugs.

 You start the game, and he lets you get down to your last card before he decides it’s time for the fun to start. It started with a draw four, and he sat laughing as you pulled your four cards, before another one of those followed by two draw twos, a reverse, a skip and then finally he put down his last card, winning the first game.

 “no way, you definitely cheated” you say, jaw slack

 “no, I didn’t, now strip” he tells you and you let out a sigh, taking off a sock and throwing it at him.

 You guys play a few more games and you lose almost all of them, you’re now down to just your shirt and luckily it’s one of Jungkook’s, so its quite big on you, big enough to cover most of your lower half.

 You managed to win that last game, somehow you managed to get two draw fours and turned the game around at the last minute giving you the victory, and causing him to take off his shirt, tattoos, and muscles on display.

 “last game, winner takes all” he says

 “what does that even mean?” you ask annoyed that you really lost so many times.

 “if you win, I gotta take off all of my clothes”

 “game on” you say, knowing your probably not going to win but your not going to let him know that.

 His laughing is what pulls you out of your pout, this was probably the worst game, you actually had good cards and you could’ve won if it wasn’t for Jungkook and his stupid face.

 You decided to pass the cards out this time, hoping that it’ll give you a little luck, but the game hadn’t even officially started, and he had already won, he had some many skips and reverses that you didn’t even have time to process what was happening before he was putting down his last card, declaring himself winner.

 “I win, you lose” Jungkook chants over and over again as you pout. “off” he says tugging at the hem of your shirt.

 Rolling your eyes you quickly take off the shirt, crossing your arms over your chest in a sad attempt to cover yourself, but that doesn’t last long because he’s taking both of your wrist in his hands and pulling your arms away.

 “fuck you’re so sexy” he says before kissing you, which you reciprocate almost instantly, wrapping your arms around his neck and sucking his bottom lip into your mouth, tongue sweeping over the small piece of metal.

 The two of you make out for a few minutes before he pulls away to catch his breath.

 “wanna play another game?” you ask as you place soft kisses on his jaw and neck.

 “what kind of game?” he ask, pulling you into his lap, hands finding your ass.

 “whoever makes the other cum first is the ultimate winner” you say against his neck, sucking another bruise on the mostly faded ones from before.

 “oh you’re definitely going down” he says lifting you up by your ass and walking towards your bedroom. He gently sits you down on the bed before completely undressing himself.

While he’s doing that you move up to the top of the bed, slowly spreading your legs and showing off your wet cunt. Fuck he can see how wet you are already, and he think he may cum just from the sight alone, thighs wet from your slick

 He gets into the bed next to you, grabbing your waist and flipping you around, to where your pussy is in his face and your head is down by his dick. His mouth finds your clit instantly and begins sucking. You barely have time to register what the fuck just happened before the pleasure takes over you and you begin grinding down on his face.

 Suddenly you remember that you’re in the middle of a bet and you can’t lose this one too. Taking his dick into your hand you slowly begin pumping him, placing small kitten licks to the head, and he instinctively bucks his hips, making you laugh at how eager he is.

 You know exactly what to do to make him cum quickly, that’s why you suggested this, taking the head into your mouth you suck on it for a few seconds before taking more of him into your mouth. Below you, he’s already a moaning mess and you know it won’t be long before he’s cumming down your throat. When you feel him hit the back of your throat, you breathe threw your nose, swallowing around him every few seconds.

 Knowing that he’s minutes away from losing, he quickly stuffs two fingers in your pussy, thrusting them in and out in a fast pace, instantly finding that spot within you that has you seeing stars, but you’ve always been better at holding in your orgasms than he has because a couple of minutes later he’s pulling his mouth away from your clit, warning you that he’s about to cum.

 That only makes you suck harder, feeling his cum hit the back of your throat soon after, and you swallow all of it.

 Upset that he lost, he lands a hard smack on your ass before taking your clit back into his wet mouth. Knowing that you’ve already won you don’t hold back anymore, orgasm washing over you as you moan out loudly, hands finding your boobs and pinching down on your hard nipples. He slurps up your juices, making sure not to waste a drop of you.

 He doesn’t even wait till you’ve come down from your high before he’s flipping you over onto your back and quickly thrusting into you, bottoming out instantly. Your back arches off the bed at the sudden stretch, as your hands grip the sheets beneath you.

 His pace is ruthless, and at this point when you moan sounds aren’t even coming out. He takes his hand and collects some of your slick before finding your clit and rubbing fast, determined to make you cum again.

 “fuck” you moan, clenching tightly around him as he continues fucking you into the mattress. Your second orgasm of the night comes quicker this time, you barely have time to tell him before your cumming around him.

 The sight of you cumming has him following soon after, a few more thrust and he’s spilling out deep inside of you. He slowly pulls out, watching in awe as his cum slowly drips from your pussy.

 “well looks like I’m the real winner” you joke an hour later after the two of you have showered and are cuddled up on the couch watching the newest avengers movie.

#jungkook fanfic #his tattoos and lip piercing #smut #jungkook x you #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #bts smut #Bts #bts x reader #bts fanfic #jeon jungkook #jeon jeongkook #jungkook x black reader

[sugar-and-pearls]

Coraline Story

Hello! Happy Halloween!! In celebrations of this most spooky and hallowed of days I decided to give you Dearie-Ohs another preview on one of my stories.

Once again, thank you to everyone who participated in the poll. I still find it fascinating to see which of my stories people were more interested in hearing about. If you wish, please send a message about which one you picked and why, I would love to see them!

After Howl's Moving Castle, Coraline shared second place with Spirited Away so those two are the next to get a preview for. With that out of the way, lets get to the beating heart of story.

Like with my Howl's moving Castle story, this is going to take the main structure and story from the movie while adding things from the book. Out of all my WIPS (both on the poll and the ones I didn't include) this has got to be my most put together story so far, as I've already gotten to the stage where I'm writing actual chapters for it (the first chapter is near finished. Hopefully I can post it soon.)

I first started this story about, two-ish years ago. Back then I had planned to write the story within six weeks and post it in the beginning of spring. Course then I got burned out and couldn't write for a year so now I'm just taking it slow and doing a near rewrite. I did managed to post the first chapter of the original write so if anyone is interested in reading that, you should be able to if you search in the "Hedone writes" tag.

Now, on to the story

After in anonymous tip is sent in to the BPRD Merope volunteers to investigate a place called the Pink Palace, having previous history and old ghosts hidden in its walls. Unaware of its new occupants - in particular, of the new child living there. Merope is sucked into the story of Coraline,though not alone as she is accompanied by Klarion the Witch Boy.

Thus getting involved in the with the main story. I have a few scenes already planned out. My favourites so far has been:

Merope and Klarion going to the local minor fae court to investigate. For this scene I'm drawing most of my inspiration from Holly BI'm also using this as a way to explore Merope's past before she joined the Addams.lack's fae writing - mainly from her book The Darkest Part Of The Forest.

In the original book there is a scene where Coraline has a picnic with the Ghost children after freeing them. It was somewhat cut in the movie so I decided to add that in here with a few small changes.

Merope going through the door and saving the Other Wybie. This last scene I think is what actually inspired me to write this story. I remember watching this movie and wishing

It's a scary scene that has me on the edge of my seat while writing it.

I also want to use this as a way to explore Merope's past before she joined the Addams.

Like I said above, I have changed somethings since my original draft. To start, I plan on showing off my more world building/ crossover skills in this story. To make a list of fandoms I've added to this fic we have;

DC

Hellboy comics

Sandman

Ancient Magus Bride

There are more but these are the main ones so far. I plan on Morpheus being a somewhat minor character and Klarion to be a main supporting character in this.

In this story I plan on Morpheus being the love interest here.

This is one of my more horror based stories. Coraline was one of the first things that really scared me in my childhood and I wanted to bring that fear with me in this story. As such I plan on it being just as dark as it was in the book.

With all that said, if anyone has any questions or just wants to talk about this story please just ask as my letter box is always open.

With that in mind, have a lovely day or night my Dearie-Ohs

#Merope Constantine Addams #Coraline #Coraline film #Coraline book #platonic f/o #queerplatonic f/o #coraline jones #klarion bleak the witch boy #klarion bleak #Dream of the Endless/ Morpheus #self shipping community #self insert community #self shipping #self insert x canon #self ship community #selfship #selfship community #self ship #self shipper #fo community #f/o community #canon x si #si x canon #oc x canon #writing #writers #fanfic writer #wip #hedone talks

[bvannn]

Weekly Update February 9, 2024

The sick has returned. I took my medicine for it this morning but so far it doesn’t seem like it’s gone away, but admittedly my symptoms today could be the result of me having a bad day and it being cold outside, and not necessarily the sick. That’s also why I’m posting this update earlier than usual. If it persists tomorrow I’ll know it’s more surgery side effects, and maybe I’ll message my doctor if it stays throughout the week again. Last week went pretty well so I want to assume this week being messed up was just a fluke. I still got some stuff done, though.

I got a bunch of drawings done, most of them epithet erased and fanart rather than OCs but that’s fine. Fwiw I did get a few more comic pages done, though not one a day like I was hoping. I’ll try another tonight, maybe more if I’m in a good mood. I’m also starting to listen to more music, which should hopefully get inspiration flowing a bit better so I can do more OC art as well.

I still got an animation shaped void I need to fill but haven’t figured out what to do yet. I’d like to try something to music but I gotta get a song done first. So I’ve been trying to work on music but I’ve been so scatterbrained that it’s a bit hard. I’m hoping this weekend I’ll have time, but good chance I’ll try to spend it keeping my mood high instead. I guess I could do some OC animation tests, figure out how clip studio animation works too. Maybe.

Music: been toying with some slow ambient instrumental stuff, and that bigger edm one with the piano I posted a sample of a while ago. Turns out EDM is super easy, so if I can find reasons to keep doing it I will, although admittedly I’m not as big on it as I am on other genres. I’m close to done on that EDM one, partially because it’s supposed to be kinda short. I haven’t touched lyric stuff, I might have to soon though since my congenial medical bs is flaring up again too, and lyrics are luckily something I can do while bedridden. Idk I like how the instrumental is going.

I redid that melody I posted the other day for the ambient track, admittedly didn’t change much but I swapped the third measure out, dropped a few notes, and actually tried it on a lower bpm and with some reverb because I forgot to do that for the samples I posted (whoops), and it sounds fine. I need some other parts for that one still, maybe I’ll use placeholders and just figure out the rest of the instrumentation bc I got that half finished.

Haven’t touched vocaloid again yet. Maybe I’ll make some quick demos so I can understand how tuning works. I’ll probably pick a memey or old song and if I make anything presentable I’ll post it.

Been looking for more VSTs too, I compare it to looking for new brushes whenever you’re dissatisfied with your art. Vital has been good for EDM, basically fixed all my problems for me, again. Also started messing with decentsampler again and it’s probably going to fix my problems when I’m working on that ambient track.

I think this weekend and next week I’ll aim to get some time with the big fancy keyboard and just unload a bunch of recording at once. Force myself to finish shit. Tonight I’d like to as well, but that depends on how bad my homework ends up. And if I get flare ups again. I’m still working on dealing with that condition but I need two or three more surgeries before it’s really going to be gone. And I have to wait for those. I’m not worried about money for now since I’m pretty sure I can get a decent job after I graduate (and at a minimum I can go back to the job I had last summer which I liked and paid pretty well). Right now I don’t have a source of income but I think I’ll be fine, I just need to not spend money, which I’m pretty good at. Next week I’ll focus on music stuff first, throw in some drawings if I can, and keep at those comic thumbnails. Once those are done I’ll start on pages.

#weekly update

[heckosart]

Heya

Fellow (albeit novice) fantasy cartographer here

How'd you get into making maps for people?

Hi!

I've liked drawing and making maps for a long time, and I used to make up maps for fun as a kid. The things that inspired me originally were mostly books, I read fantasy extensively and I've always loved following the characters around by referring to the map as I read. From that I started to draw maps of places in books as well ones I made up. I drew a lot of magical islands for a while.

I also got really inspired by the natural forces of geology/plate tectonics/weather/etc and how they impact the land. I use all of that interest to try and create fantasy maps that have a sense of grounded believability to them. I'm by no means an expert, but I'm always learning and trying to improve.

Obviously for most maps I do professionally there's already a general shape and layout my clients have in mind, but even then I often include small additional islands, give borders and coastlines extra wiggle and variation, and look for ways to incorporate natural and geographic barriers that would help inform political ones.

As art of my thesis at art school, I made a map for a personal fantasy project. I also made a simpler map for a friend, and with those examples I put maps into my commission info. Since that time (2020) I've probably only done about five maps for clients, so I don't usually get as many as these last two jobs back to back might imply. It is always fun to work on though, and I'm thinking about doing some new personal pieces soon since it's been almost four years from the last time I did one for me.

My best recommendation for getting into map commissions would be to get a couple nice samples completed (at least one of a budget option and one big fancy one) and to decide on a clear plan for base pricing. Currently, I have maps broken down into two categories of price.

Simple: $90 - Includes lines, one flat color for land and one for water, mountains and rivers, and typed labels.

Complex: $180 - Includes lines, terrain color variation, symbols/terrain textures/landmark drawings/mountains/rivers, and handwritten labels.

I can also add on sea creatures and monsters and custom compass roses for an extra charge.

My pricing is based on knowing how long it takes me to do the work, how much effort it takes, and the expectation that short deadlines not be imposed. Extra complex requests and tight deadlines (for maps I'd consider anything less than three weeks to be tight) are fully welcome, but will come with an added price to account for those requirements. I would also charge far more for a commercial client, all of my prices here and in my commission info are for personal use jobs only.

You probably know this already, but I always have to say it! Make sure, whatever you're charging, you're making above minimum wage. Ideally, you should make more than minimum because custom art is luxury service. Your skills are valuable, so treat them like it!

I also can't recommend making a TOS to protect both you and your clients' safety enough. Mine are very much not perfect, but I'm always happy to offer them as something for other artists to reference or even just copy when making their own.

Personal Use | Commercial Use

On top of all of that, I'm very persistent with my self-promotion. I used to only use Twitter for art, but post-Elon I've branched back out to Tumblr and made a Bluesky because suddenly it was really scary to notice that all my eggs (clients and followers) were in that one volatile basket. I'm not famous or wildly successful, but my followings on here and Bluesky are still a tiny fraction of on Twitter and that's scary. I try to reblog/retweet/etc my promotional posts once a day to keep eyes on them (but I forget pretty often too lol) and whenever I have a little drawing or something I post it. I'm not the most prolific artist, but I try not to worry about that too much.

Hopefully this isn't too much stuff you already know and hopefully some of it was helpful!

#ask #farmergilesofham #process

[gogoutoriart]

I got a new ipad yesterday!! 😱✨

Its been.... 8(?)ish years since I got my old 1st gen ipad pro and she was on her last legs ;w; I use my ipad at work and for all of my art. A couple weeks ago I took my ipad out for work and it didn't turn on even after plugging it in. I panicked since I didn't have a back up of all of my files in procreate, where most of my WIPs are. After almost 15 minutes charging it finally turned back on. I thought it was a fluke and backed up most of my files. then it happened again last week and took even longer to turn back on. I realized it was probably time to start looking into a new one. OTL But I bit the bullet and spent.... WAY too much money this weekend between car repairs and an ipad+pencil for both myself and my little sister. ;w; (she paid me back) I was hoping to open commissions first and use that money for the costs, but this will make it easier to work on commissions! I only opened it and set it up tonight. (I think I was lowkey scared to use something so new lol) but omg the difference is veryyyy noticeable! Blending actually works?? In real time with no lag??? WILD. And the pencil being magnetic to charge is so helpful I could weep. I started with a clean slate, so I only reloaded in all of my brushes and most of my WIPs into procreate. I feel a little uneasy using the new ipad without a case, but that should be here later this week.

Hopefully this means I can open limited commission slots soon!~ I'm still weighing how best to navigate that with my health, but I feel okay enough to open a very small amount of slots to work on over the holidays perhaps. I just don't want to promise people something and not deliver if I get too sick to work on it in time.

Anyways, I'll be working the next 2/3 days but then its all out back to drawing and I'm super excited to jump back in and hopefully share more fun artworks with everyone!

#life updates #art updates #i do be spending that coin ehe ;w; #even the guy at the apple store was like “so what ipad were you using” and when I said 1st gen ipad pro he was like “OH. wow. yeah okay" #lmao

[vampyrsutton]

SSD Day 2~Vampires~Compulsion/Pain Kink

Summary:

Dabi hasn't been able to hunt in days and goes a little feral when Hawks accidentally cuts his hand open.

Ao3 Tags:

Vampires, Compulsion, Pain Kink, Vampire Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Harpy Takami Keigo | Hawks, Half-Harpy, Blood, Blood Drinking, Biting, Vampire Sex, Vampire Bites, Hunter Takami Keigo | Hawks, Alternate Universe - Creatures & Monsters, Heroes are Hunters, Panic Attacks, Takami Keigo | Hawks Has PTSD, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Has a Big Dick, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Has Genital Piercings, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Has Issues, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Has PTSD, Minor Violence, Non-Consensual Blood Drinking, Consensual Blood Drinking, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Has Feelings, Hybrid Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Past Child Abuse, Aftercare

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Hungry.

Fuck he was so hungry.

He hadn't eaten in days and needed to soon before he gave the Hunters a reason to take him out, but fuck was it difficult when the most affluent werewolf and Hunter in the country wanted your head on a preferably not silver platter.  

And now he had to meet up with his birdie which would undoubtfully go on until morning so there would be another day of being unable to hunt.

He was going to go feral at this rate.

Dabi huffs as he leans against the wall of the seedy motel they were meeting at and wrinkles his nose as a rat runs by. "Gods he's the Number 2 Hunter, we could at least meet somewhere that's not going to get my staples infected."

"You're already undead and have the body heat of a werewolf." Hawks laughs as he finally lands next to the grumpy hybrid. "Do you even get infections?"

"It's still gross." Dabi snaps, jerking his head in the direction of the front door and thus the front desk. "Now go get us checked in. I have shit to do after this."

Hawks rolls his eyes at the grumpiness, mumbling something about what crawled up his ass as he disappears through the appointed door.

"Should be the other way around but nOooo," Dabi mutters, crossing his arms as he waits. Despite the amount of heat he gives off, he's still freezing and the lack of blood isn't helping the fact.

"Good news." Hawks laughs as he holds up the key card in a little paper envelope. "Looks like they decided to be bougie just for you."

Dabi just glares, gesturing for Hawks to lead the way so they can get this over with and he can hopefully find at least a homeless man or a drunk. He didn't particularly want to return to base drunk off his ass because of spiked blood, but he was getting desperate at this point and the full moon last week had sapped most of his reserves.

Hawks just sighs, leading the way as he was told. "Seriously, Dabs, what's your problem tonight?" He huffs. And here he was thinking they'd finally made some progress.

Dabi winces slightly, knowing he's being an ass, but iron-clad self-control from years of homelessness was the only thing keeping him from going feral at this point so he thinks he's allowed to be a little bitchy. "I just have things to do."

"What, brooding in the dark that urgent?" Hawks scoffs, keying them into the room as he spins the envelope.

He was doing that a little too fast for Dabi's liking.

"Contrary to what you may have been told, birdie, the world does not revolve around you. People have other things going on that can't just stop so you can get your dick wet." Dabi snarls, trying not to show his surprise when a little bit of werewolf leaks into the sound.

Fuck, he might have less time than he thought.

Hawks draws back as though he'd been physically hit and wraps his wings around himself as though they would protect him from the harsh words, all the while still spinning that damn key envelope. "Right. Sorry, I shouldn't have-"

Dabi flinches now at the hurt in his birdies eyes. "No. You didn't do anything wrong. I'm the one being an ass. It's just that I haven't-"

"Ow!"

Dabi didn't get to finish explaining as his normally pretty turquoise eyes turn a deep, dangerous red as the scent of chicken, honey, and something wild and gamey fills the small motel room from the paper turned normal cut on the half-harpy's hand where he had tried to catch the envelope but instead cut himself on his talons.

A drop dripped to the floor.

Another.

A growl filled the silence.

Gold eyes shoot up in confusion before widening in panic as he starts scrambling away. "Dabi. What's going o-"

Fleeing was the wrong move.

Before Hawks can even think to sharpen a feather or swing his talons or any other bit of training that had been drilled into him since he was 8, Dabi has him pinned to the wall with a clawed hand in his hair and pulling his head to the side.

"Dabi, wai-AHHH!"

Hawks screams as four sharp fangs puncture the skin of his neck before he starts screaming for an entirely different reason. One second he's screaming from the sudden pain and the next a fog is overtaking his mind before he's screaming from pure terror. He doesn't even know what it is that he's so scared of. Despite the circumstances, he's not scared of Dabi, there's nothing in the room that should terrify him and nothing happened today. He tries to fight and reason against the sudden overwhelming and unexplained terror, and some part of his training is briefly registering the pheromones and compulsions that vampires can use when feeding to inflict either terror or pleasure onto their prey, but the majority of his brain has been thrown back to being eight years old and hiding in the closet as his dad ransacked the house looking for him to beat him for hiding in the first place then take him to help him steal. He would never listen to Keigo that it was wrong.

Then Endeavor had saved him.

But did he really?

Sure he got away from his abusive father and was saving people now, but he got taken from one environment where he was beaten and his autonomy ignored to a probably worse environment working under the guise of working for the greater good.

Was he though?

How many of the creatures that he's killed just needed therapy or a stable home and food or inclusive laws or any number of things that would have made their death completely preventable? That could have saved them before they even got to that point.

Hunters were revered as the heroes of their society, but was he really?

The longer he was stuck in this mental hellscape, the less he believed it.

He was getting lightheaded.

Was it the panic or the blood loss doing it though?

"Da-bi…" Hawks manages to croak.

Dabi didn't hear him.

He couldn't hear him.

All he could hear was his prey's pulse pounding in his ears as the compulsion did its job of making his heart spike with adrenaline and keeping him too terrified to move.

Dabi groans into where his fangs are buried in the half-harpy's throat as he drinks mouthful after mouthful.

He hates drinking for terror, but right now he can understand why others do.

He feels strong.

He feels powerful.

He feels like he could take on his dad right now and win.

He could finally throw the fleabag to the ground and wale on him over and over before the werewolf could even try to get up.

He could finally get back at him for buying his mother for her strong vampire lineage.

Could finally get back at him for creating him. For hyping him up and raising him to be a strong and powerful Hunter capable of dethroning All Might. For abandoning him when he went outside to play with Fuyumi before her traits could show up and he began screaming as his skin started to peel off from the sun. For casting him aside when doctors informed them that while he may have all the strengths and none of the weaknesses of a werewolf just as his father had wanted, he ultimately had the body of a vampire and the weaknesses and needs that came with it.

For molding him into his perfect soldier whose only purpose in life was to become a Hunter, and leaving him with nothing when he no longer fit his father's needs.

For not even trying to help him overcome the weaknesses he cursed him with.

Touya never asked to be born. None of them had asked to be born!

He could creep past the Academy even now and see the dead, soulless eyes of his baby brother as the other recruits tried to interact with him. At least the green-haired demigod had finally gotten a smile to form.

He still looked dead inside though.

They all did.

Even as Dabi, he barely wanted to be alive now.

By all odds and logic, he shouldn't be alive now yet here he was. Here he was alive and kicking as one of Japan's most wanted, drinking from one of their top Hunters.

One way or another, he had aided in the downfall of All Might.

Now he would directly cause the downfall of the new number one.

His screams would be delicious, Dabi could almost hear them.

He could hear him?

Except they were higher? And they were sobbing?

Who was screaming and crying?

Wait, where was he? He was supposed to be meeting with Hawks?

Where was Hawks?

This thought finally makes his eyes snap open in panic and realize just whose blood it was that he was drinking and just who he was inflicting so much fear into.

As much of a tough exterior as he put on, this was the last person he wanted to do that to.

Hawks was the last person he wanted to hurt.

Dabi quickly switches his pheromone output to pleasure to cancel out the terror until he hears a very shakey moan from the half-harpy before he pulls away, licking at the bird's sun-kissed neck to heal the messy punctures before sinking to the floor with him when his legs give out.

"Hawks! Hawks!" Dabi calls, waving his hand in front of the Hunter's face to try and get that far-away look out of his eyes and cursing when the blonde just flinches like he's going to be hit. "Keigo, please!"

The use of a long-buried name is what makes gold eyes snap up to worried red. "Touya?" He whispers.

Dabi winces, realizing just how far back Hawks had been sent but also getting a warm feeling in his chest that that was who brought him back even if that boy was long dead. "Close."

Hawks blinks and a little more light returns to his pinned eyes. "…Dabi?"

"Hi, pretty bird." Dabi smiles shakily, hoping there's not as much blood on his face as he thinks there is. "You back?"

A small nod. "What happened? I was stuck back in Commission training having my head feathers forcefully plucked."

A low growl rumbles in Dabi's chest at the information before he winces when Hawks cowers at the sound. "I'm sorry, pretty bird," Dabi whispers, taking Hawks’ hand to slowly pull him close. "I'm so sorry. Hunting has been a little rough since the crackdowns, and then you cut yourself and I lost it. That's the stuff I had to do after this was to try and find food before I gave you a reason to kill me, but here we are." He frowns, using his much blunter claws to scratch at Hawks' scalp until he relaxes. "Are you okay?"

Hawks nods, nuzzling close to the hybrid's body heat since he now felt a bit cold. "Yeah…yeah, I'm okay." He mumbles. "I take it you switched compulsions then?"

"Yeah, the pleasure one cancels out the terror fairly well." Dabi nods in return.

"Ah." Hawks mumbles distractedly. "That explains why the boner returned."

"Yeah, it usually has that effect- wait." Dabi pushes Hawks away from him some. "What do you mean returned ?"

Hawks blinks, not understanding why he was pulled away from the heat source until his brain catches up with what he said, and his face flames pink. "Oh, um, well you see, I-"

Dabi rolls his eyes when the birdy starts trying to ramble before his still red eyes glow and his voice takes on a dreamy note. "What did you mean, pretty bird?" He asks again while using compulsion to do so.

"I liked you biting me before the fear started" Hawks monotones. "First bit of the fear wasn't horrible either. Was remembering you kicking my ass. Strong mate. Hurt but had the most confused boner after that meeting." 

Dabi blinks, not having expected that before smirking a little. "So you like pain, pretty bird?" 

"When you're causing it for some reason." The harpy answers unblinkingly. "Bird brain really likes you showing off. Can't say I mind either."

"I'm still a little peckish then," Dabi smirks, getting close to the bird. "Want me to make it up to you for scaring you and leaving you all hot and bothered?"

Hawks whimpers, baring his throat for the vampire before him. "Please." 

Dabi grins, not having had the opportunity to drink without having to compel someone to bare their neck for him. Now here he was able to ask if Hawks wanted to and Hawks not only saying yes but even offered his neck. The hybrid was on cloud nine. 

"Forget this next sentence. I hope you know you're stuck with me now, baby bird." Dabi rumbles, pulling Hawks in for a kiss before releasing the compulsion. "Feel better?" Dabi checks. 

"Yeah, less shakey." Hawks sighs, smiling into the affection.

"Still okay with me biting you?" 

Hawks flushes, but nods. "Can't have you out attacking civilians." He half laughs, going for a joke to lighten his mood.

Dabi frowns, looking at Hawks seriously. "Don't do this because some Commission bullshit makes you think you have to. I took enough to be able to find someone else to top off without killing them." He warns. "You don't have to if you don't want to. "

Hawks smiles softly, happy that he actually has a choice on something for once in his life. "I want to." He climbs into the skinny man's lap now to hold them and use his wings to deposit them on the bed, snickering at how Dabi yelps at the sudden flight before wrapping his arms over scarred shoulders. "Please, Dabi?" 

Turquoise eyes that had finally returned to normal glow red once more as Dabi's mouth opens to reveal gleaming fangs. "I'll use a low dose, tap me if I forget to keep track of your pulse or it just gets too much."  He warns before his fangs puncture skin once more and flood the pretty bird's senses with lust pheromones. 

"Right, gotCHA~ Dabi~!" Hawks moans, immediately falling hard as he arches into Dabi's touch as best he can without ripping his own throat open. "Fuuuck~" He whines. 

All at once, it's too much too fast, but he'd probably actually cry if Dabi tried to stop. Already he's painfully hard as he grinds his hips against the hybrid's front and moans when he can feel that Dabi is just as hard as him. His skin feels like it's on fire, and something is screaming at him that the only way to fix it is to let Dabi take as much as he wants and he couldn't agree more.

A low growl starts in Dabi's chest as he drinks his fill. It didn't have nearly as much kick as the adrenaline-laced blood the terror provides, but he had had plenty of that to fuel him for the next week. Now though, now he was much more focused on making it up to Keigo as he dragged his claws between wings like he knows the birdie likes on the way to his hips to pull him close and grind their clothed cocks together. Already he wishes he had his claws from last week so he could just tear their clothes off, but Kurogiri would also probably kill him if he had to summon a portal just because they got a bit too feisty. 

Keigo did not seem to have the same reservations. 

Within minutes, Dabi lets out a groan as both of their pants fall away, reduced to ribbons by Hawks' impatient claws but at least he left the boxers Dabi guesses. 

Oh well, too late now. 

Dabi groans low in his throat as his tongue presses against where his fangs have pierced skin and Hawks almost sobs at the pleasure-pain before grinding their hips against each other. 

'Right coat pocket. ' Dabi projects into Hawks' mind. 'Pass me the lube so I can open you up. '

Hawks whines, reaching down to feel around in the pockets in front of him until he can uncap and pour the lube into Dabi's waiting hand. He feels some movement behind him and, soon enough, his wings are fluttering behind him as a finger breaches his hole and he lets out a chirping moan. 

"Dabi~!" 

'Fuck, birdie. ' Dabi groans, biting harder to get another moan from the half-harpy. 'You're so tight. Gonna drive me insane again, aren't you? '

Hawks whines, squirming in the hybrid's strong hold and shuddering when another finger and soon a third. Soon enough, Dabi has Hawks shaking and sobbing out every one of his carefully tortured out bird sounds, and Dabi is lapping them up like his blood.

'So pretty, songbird. Why would you ever hide these? Can't wait to burn that damn Commission to the ground for you, depriving the world of such beautiful song because of their own prejudice. A damn disgrace. ' Dabi growls, noticing the sounds getting kind of weak so pulls back to heal the wound before delivering one more quick bite to the harpy's shoulder as he slams him down on his cock so he can watch Hawks throw his head back in pleasure. 

"DABIIII~ PLEASE! FUCK!" Hawks sobs as he trembles with how full he is all at once. He doesn't feel any discomfort though. If anything, it only ignites the fire that the pheromones started within him as his brain screams at him to fuck, and he almost starts to bounce himself on the hybrid’s pierced cock if his shoulder didn’t still have fangs in it. “Move! Please! Move! I’m ready! Please! Fuck! Fuck me! Please!”

Dabi’s eyes widen as he removes his fangs and seals to wound so as to not take any more blood as he looks at Hawks in curiosity. 

Was prey always this receptive?

Dabi was so used to dining and dashing that he couldn’t tell you, but he knew he couldn’t get enough of the sight of Japan’s number two Hunter sitting debauched on his cock and trying to fuck himself on it. 

“You good, songbird?” Dabi checks in as he starts thrusting his hips and rumbling as Hawks chirps and cries out. 

“Good. So good. So so good. Please, Dabi. Please. So good. Fuck me. Feels so good.” Hawks almost slurs and neither would be able to tell you really if it was from blood loss or pheromones, but fuck Hawks wanted more. “Use me. Drain me. Kill me. I don’t care. Just fuck me, please~” 

Dabi jolts in bewilderment, wondering if he overdid it and pulling Hawks forward so their foreheads touch to more clearly read his mind. He sighs in both relief and horror when he realizes that it's not his fault, Hawks is just a freak.

“I’ll use you if you want, pretty bird, but I won’t kill you. There’s only one Hunter I want to kill, and it’s not you.” Dabi whispers, knowing Hawks is too drunk on pheromones to remember it later as he grabs narrow hips and changes their positions so Dabi is looming over the half-harpy to fuck into him better and watch how his talons shred the cheap hotel sheets as his prostate is abused. “That better?”

Hawks lets out a chirping moan as he tries to meet Dabi’s thrusts, but the birdie asked to be used so with hybrid speed and strength now added to the mix? Hawks is left drooling and twitching in minutes as he’s used as nothing more than a fleshlight for Dabi to get off with. 

Dabi had planned to spoil the bird for not getting mad at him for going feral for a minute, but, well, he did ask to be used so used he was. 

Between the rough fucking and the bites being littered across his body before being immediately healed, it’s not long before Dabi has to throw a pillow between them so Hawks can’t bite him like this and he feels talons catch on staple and scar tissue a like as Hawks cums hard across his stomach.

Thank gods for a full stomach and vampire healing or Dabi would probably have new scars lining his back as he hisses at the feeling.

Those scars he would at least wear with pride even if the League would give him so much shit for it.

“DABIIII~!” Hawks sobs as Dabi continues fucking him, chasing his own orgasm now. “Hurry~ please~! Want your cum! Please!” He begs, definitely cock dumb at this point as he chirps when a piercing catches his rim a certain way.

“Fuck.” Dabi hisses, speeding up his thrusts and admiring how red Hawks’ cheeks get as their hips meet. Was it possible to bruise your partner’s ass from fucking them too hard? 

Guess they were about to find out. 

Dabi gives one final growl as his fangs bury in Hawks’ shoulder one last time while he cums hard inside the smaller man, drinking in the way he chirps and moans as he’s filled until Dabi finally slows down and pulls out. 

He laps at the bite carefully so it can heal, before looking Hawks over and finding him barely conscious. He panics a bit, but, after holding his hand to his heart, sighs in relief when he realizes the Hunter is just exhausted. 

It’s not surprising, given the whole ordeal he just went through, so Dabi uses some of his speed to make sure the motel’s bathroom isn’t disgusting before using his strength to carry him to a warm bath and watch him coo happily as the water envelopes his undoubtedly sore muscles.

“Thanks, birdie,” Dabi mumbles when gold eyes finally open again to meet his once again turquoise eyes. “Didn’t really want to go hunting for some drunk so thanks for the meal.”

Hawks just smiles, reaching a tired arm over to pull him into a kiss and nip at his scarred lower lip. “Any time, Hot Stuff. Though maybe warn me next time.” He chuckles, yawning. “Think you can raid the vending machine for snacks and juice?”

Dabi winces but ultimately snorts at the bird’s request. “I would, but you shredded our pants. If you let me use that fancy Hunter’s credit card though, I can get us room service. And an offering so maybe Kurogiri will actually pick us up.”

Hawks flushes but nods shyly. “Left inside pocket of the coat.”

“Don’t drown,” Dabi warns as he goes to retrieve them food, the wolf in him happy to be able to feed his mate even if it wasn’t by his own means.

“Yeah, yeah!” Hawks laughs as he sinks into the hot water.

Dabi gets through ordering on the crackly motel phone and is heading back to the half-harpy before he freezes as an earlier thought catches up with him.

Wait.

Mate?! 

#dabihawks #hotwings #hotwingz #bnha dabi #bnha hawks #todoroki touya #takami keigo #bnha #dabi #hawks #mha smut #vampire!dabi #harpy!hawks #tw blood #tw blood drinking #twitter event #spookyscarydabiweek #sexpollenfest

[cjsinkythoughts]

Starbucks Endgame Ending

1384 unedited words that I wrote at midnight last night as an avid Stucky shipper still salty about Endgame

Also...  

HI! I’m semi-back. Not gonna be back for much longer, maybe a few months. I have a lot of news about my life if anyone is interested, but if not that’s cool. I know it’s been a hot minute and I promised things that never happened. Maybe I’ll do them now! We’ll see. Enjoy this surprise that I didn’t think I’d post, but I had a random urge to get back on here and post something!

Warnings: Uhh...a few injuries, I guess, and fluff??? Kinda??? I honestly dunno what this is. Don’t come at me for it being a downgrade. I haven’t edited it, I’ve barely reread it from writing it last night. Just wanted to say hi and post again. I miss you all!

Everything happened so quickly. Helicopters appeared, cars drove up, agents filing out and around the team.

Steve felt gross and tired and he hurt, but they won. They won and it was all okay.

Most of them were flighted back to Manhattan, to the Avengers Tower since the Compound was in rubble. Tony was already drawing up plans for a new one. Everyone was separated to be patched up. Steve and the other five originals were herded into a room to be debriefed, which was stupid. To their surprise, Nick Fury was there with news about reorganizing SHIELD.

Steve sat there in slight disbelief. He didn’t expect thanks or any special reward or anything, but they just went through the biggest fight of their lives. Couldn’t they get some time off before being shoved into politics again?

With the government down their throats, wondering what happened, the captain really didn’t think they’d get a break, but Fury stepped up after nearly six hours of meaningless debates and debriefs that Steve and the others were falling asleep during, and decided to let them go. Steve was never more grateful.

They checked in on everyone, finding most of them and congregated on the main floor, lounging around, in conversation about the past five years.

Tony immediately broke off to hug Peter, the kid having been talking to Carol animatedly. Thor reunited with Loki and the other six Asgardians who came back to the Tower - Heimdall, Valkyrie, Lady Sif, and the Warriors Three, as Steve recalled. Bruce was also pulled into that group. Clint stepped aside to call his family, bringing Natasha, who he hadn’t left the side of. Steve looked around for the one person he wanted to talk to, but he couldn’t find him. Instead, he moved from group to group, eventually getting into a conversation with Tony, Nat, T’Challa, Carol, and Thor about what the next move was.

“I’m gonna take off soon,” Carol said. “There’s a lot of other planets that are going to need help pulling things together.”

“You can plan something with the Guardians.” Tony suggested, nodding over to the group that was spread out making new Earth buddies.

Carol scrunched her nose up, before shrugging. “Yeah, I probably will. The more the merrier and all that. What are you gonna do?”

“I have Asgard to help set back up.” Thor declared, smiling over at his group. “But I have a feeling I won’t be needed there for long, so I’ll be back shortly.”

“And we get to have meetings with the UN.” Natasha sighed, rubbing her temples. “So much fun.”

Steve crossed his arms, leaning against the kitchen island they were near, letting his head bow. “It’s not going to be easy, but it needs to be done. Hopefully we can get things sorted to a certain degree by Christmas. Get people home to their families.”

Tony frowned. “I know they said no one’s allowed to go-”

“I think everyone deserves at least a couple weeks off.” Steve reassured him. “We’ll meet back here-”

“Nah. The new Compound should be done in record time. By Thanksgiving.”

“Alright, well, we’ll meet back at the Compound, then. Everyone. Probably sign a few things that everyone agrees with. Hopefully get things structured enough that we won’t be needed.”

“Nick’s already on it.” Natasha gave a small chuckle. “He hasn’t even been back for 24 hours and he’s already got the government in a headlock.”

Tony nodded. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more grateful to that man.”

“He’s a good guy.” Carol agreed with a grin. “So…what about the people?”

“Yeah,” Steve sighed. “We have to do head counts. Or at least the governments will have to. And the team will have to be set up. I don’t even know who we have here right now.”

Natasha shrugged. “We got separated before I could really see. But it seems most everyone’s down here socializing. I’m surprised we’re all on our feet, to be honest.”

Tony yawned, stretching his arms out. “You can say that again. I’m beat.”

“Yeah, me too.” Steve admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m really just waiting on the confirmation that everyone’s fine.”

Every time he heard the elevator ding, he looked over wishing to see him, but he hadn’t come yet. It scared him. What if he ran off again in the midst of all this chaos? What if this whole Snapping business scared him off? Steve wouldn’t blame him if that was the case, of course. He wished he could run away too.

The four continued the conversation, but Steve was spiraling a little bit. Now that everything was slowing down, hearing the laughter and seeing the relief in his team as he looked around, he felt…weird. Like it hadn’t really hit him-

Ding!

Or at least, it hadn’t until he walked in.

He was gorgeous. He’d showered, his hair washed, the dirt previously stamped on him washed off. His skin was littered with bruises and cuts and stitches, but so was everyone else’s. He was laughing, actually laughing, Sam walking beside him, a hand on his shoulder (his other arm in a cast). Peter, like a little puppy with his tail wagging, ran over to talk to them.

It was like a tidal wave crashed into him. Steve saw his entire life, every scene involving that man, flicker through his mind. Every up and down. From the moment he was eight years old getting saved from a group of older kids by a tiny nine year old, to their first dance, their first kiss, his mother’s passing, their apartment, their late night arguments, their early morning make ups, the fear of the War, the missing piece during the USO show, keeping warm in a cold tent, wet socks, the train, the heartache, the cold…and now. Here. Flashy lights, mind blowing technology, new friends, new family, new foes, aliens, betrayals, secrets, politics, robots, experiments, running, dying, living, crying, laughing…

He couldn’t stop the tears that came flooding down his face. He vaguely registered Tony’s concerned voice, but he was running. He was running faster than he was sure he ever did. He felt like a kid, bones rattling, muscles aching, lungs hurting, but it didn’t matter, just like it didn’t matter back then. Because his destination was worth it. He’s always been worth it.

“Bucky!”

The brunette caught him, arms holding him up as the blonde clung onto him, legs winding around his torso. Steve buried his face in Bucky’s neck and did something he hadn’t done in a very long time.

He sobbed.

He cried and cried, fingers gripping onto Bucky’s soft t-shirt, not caring about the others around. Not caring about the persona he’d built all these years. Not caring about the shield, or Captain America, or the Avengers, or Thanos, or anyone. He didn’t care. He had Bucky. He had Bucky.

Bucky fell to his knees, holding Steve just as tight, one hand wrapped around his back while the other rested in golden locks, arms cradling him protectively.

“Stevie.”

It was whispered into his hair, a simple word, but for Steve it was everything. He was everything.

They were boys again, Steve crouching down to Bucky’s level, the brunette holding his scraped up knee with tears in his ears. Bucky climbing into bed with a sick, tiny thing, holding him to keep him warm and promising to never let go so long as Steve didn’t, either. Two boys comforting each other after nightmares. After losses. After fears turned reality.

Bucky and Steve. Steve and Bucky. 

“Don’t leave. Please.” Steve whimpered, tightening his grip as if it were possible to get closer.

“I’m right here.” Bucky reassured him, pressing his lips against Steve’s temple, eyes clenched shut.

Pulling away from Bucky’s throat, Steve held the brunette’s jaw so tenderly, eyes wide and teary. Bucky sniffed, having cried a few tears himself, before giving that charming smile. It was like a breath of fresh air; one he hadn’t taken since 1941.

“I’m with ya, love.” Bucky murmured, setting his forehead against Steve’s. The captain laughed, a sob mixing with it.

“‘Til the end of the line.”

“You better believe it, punk.”

Steve shoved him, saying, “jerk”, before pulling him back in, this time for a kiss.

#steve rogers #bucky barnes #steve x bucky #steve rogers x bucky barnes #stucky #starbucks mcu #mcu #avengers endgame #different ending #captain america #the winter soldier #IM BACK #sorta #enjoy! #cjswritings #i dont remember my usual tags #ahhhh #rewrite? #it is a rewrite #i guess #anyways...

[gildedmuse]

Hi I’ve been following you for a while, I love your work! Just wanted to say I hope you get well soon or at the very least you’re not in pain. It doesn’t matter to me what you post I’m just here to see the new content it’s all interesting/fun!

Ahh, so sweet. I got really, really sick for a while there guys - I haven't even seen any of the new episodes! - but I'm recovering nicely so hopefully I'll start post again in the next few weeks.

Let's see... Do you like All Hearts? I'm gonna assume most of the people following me are at least cool with the concept of Zoro as Law's first mate. Current obsession while in recovery: Taking fanart of the Heart Pirates doing just like, whatever, and turning it All Hearts-y.

For example:

[There used to be an image here, now there is not, because I suck.]

[This is where I got the image, and I am just going to hope that's the actual artist. Sometimes it's hard to tell on the internet. And if I'm wrong, someone should correct me so I can take it down or add proper credit. Also, they have no idea what's about to be inspired by their work, so, yeah, don't associate the poor artist with this.]

I tend to think Shachi and Law are the more cynical bastards and probably the more argumentive ones (specifically over plan details/minor analytical things), so I imagine they're in some deep, really impassioned Argument that is about something relatively innocent, maybe the best way to sneak past a navy blockade (Easy: submarine) And then sneak into the base unseen (less easy: pirates, all of whom are in jolly Roger marked uniforms, one of whom is a polar bear, another that uses three swords, and, oh, yeah, one with a WANTED POSTER showing off his VERY UNIQUE, EASILY IDENTIFIABLE DEATH TATTOOS) and they're ideas/debate is perfectability reasonable, but they do get very passionate about it. And it maybe doesnt always sound great.

Or at least, if you happen to not be listening to the whole thing because for some reason whenever you hear the words "... Highly effective plan so that our engagement with any actual Marines will be minimal and with no chance of any violent-" your brain just automatically starts tuning out

Or if you're just the kind of helpful pilot/officer who would help carry good from the kitchen as Hi-Ge finishes each dish to get it out at the table and so may have missed the bulk of the discussion

Then maybe parts of having Shachi and the caption passionately arguing about how, "this concern is over nothing, they're hardly his most recognizable tattoos"

"But they are the ones in the photos that were flown out to every Northern Island with your name splashed over them, captain. People are going to notice!"

"If you really think it's so much of a problem then we'll just get them a new photo of me to use. We just have to ensure these ones focus on drawing attention to my other, more eye catching markings."

"I'm sure if the posters promdominatly features those tattoos, not even the Marines would be looking at your hands, fair enough, but one week is hardly enough time to-"

"Are you doubting my ability to make so much trouble that quickly, my ability to force them into raising my bounty so soon, or that I can't guarantee the photos will contain said tattoos."

And Penguin KNOWS it's all innocent and it's just them hammering out details he just, well, Shachi never gets so worked up when THEY talk. Maybe because they never really argue? He's always happy to argue with Law though, even though Law is captain, And Shachi knows it's not arguing-arguing, obviously, since it's all about the plan and Law never gets, like, really bad either way though maybe it would be little nice if Law DID get upset some with Shachi every now and then for the arguments, just so maybe Shachi remembered how much nicer it is talking with someone who gets you and would never fight with him like that....

And Zoro - Zoro's mind has decided to jump back into the conversation because know he's wondering where and what those tattoos are that will take people's minds off Law's hands (he's not sure he believes it's possible, to be honest) and also how come Law seems to have no problem with SHACHI knowing all about them while Zoro is just left guessing and how come Law is trusting Shachi to come up with this plan? If he needs to get his bounty up, surely Zoro would be more help! not that Law really needs help finding or causing trouble, so then is the help he needs, does it involve these mystery secret tattoos and their a apparently very directing location and design? Shouldn't a first mate be told (and shown) these things?)

And so Penguin is standing there with the food bowl watching the two of them be all animated and smirking and plotting and wagging fingers wondering what's so great about it all anyway and Zoro is sitting there, head cocked, watching the same scene wondering why Law doesn't argue with HIM like that, the same way he takes Shachi seriously

And then finally looked Kit kind of coughs, mostly because just watching the two of them like that is getting embarrassing even if no one else has noticed because everyone is digging in while the food is still fresh (also, they definitely are going to START noticing since Penguin hasn't put down the new dish yet, and Kit doesn't wants to see Zoro get even more openly moony eyed over the captain when, like, he's just a kid and Law is a doctor (like Kit) and in his twenties (like Kit..... Will be in two and a half years) and doesn't really need Zoro mooning over him and as for Penguin, well, seeing him get all upset over something Shachi related if like when your sister cries because her "good guy friend" forgot it was their "special" hang out night. Like you know what it means but you don't want to have to think about it. Ever. At all.

It's just like the way Penguin is just standing there I immediately decided, oh, he MUST be thinking, "what if Shachi doesn't just, you know, respect the boss cause he's our captain. What if he like.... Likes him?" He just looks so left out, like he has no idea how to even insert himself into the debate.

The thought, ahh, of this was baby Zoro of COURSE he'd assume similar. Law got his wanted poster and Zoro wanted to kiss him and wasn't allowed, but he's happy boasting about the poster with Shachi, even planning the next one. Zoro is given the role of Vice Captain was like the most important office role right along with Navigator, but apparently it's really just like any other officer position. More importantly, it's doesn't suddenly make Zoro more important than Shachi, which isn't even what he wants because he likes Shachi, Shachi is cool (he just hadn't realized how much LAW liked Shachi, too)

Difference is I think Zoro eventually would, force himself into the conversation, after Kit catches their attention at least enough for Penguin to set the food down before like sliding into the seat next to Zoro, still just sort of staring (it's not his usual seat, he just kind of takes the nearest chair but after he does he figures it's probably a good thing, Law and Shachi are clearly, you know, preoccupied with their own discussion so it's good for Penguin to give them ro-

"I'm good with a den den mushi!" Zoro also knows that isn't Penguin's usual seat, because his usual seat is next to Shachi, and he imagines because Penguin is older and he knows all about like proper dates and stuff, he probably knows something like, uh, if two people who like each other are having a private conversation you give them room And don't interrupt so they can enjoy their time together. Penguin is usually right about that stuff so Zoro should probably do the same but, you know, they're talking about Law getting new wanted poster, right? Which will mean new photo - isn't like the the whole point? And it just so happens Zoro knows how to take den den images, and as vice captain obvious he needs to speak up so that they know this. For their plan.

And by speak up I mean almost shout it out, the way only an 15 year old with a crush who isn't paying attention to him really can; a way that makes everyone free,e, expect Eland who has to slap Bepo across the back to make sure he doesn't choke on the fish he'd been close to swallowing whole. Also, Puffin, who nearly sinks under the tableout of embarrassment by proxy before Marusa catches him to keep him still, and Hi-ge who peaks in from the kitchen.

Oh and Law and Shachi. They turn to look at him like everyone else but Shachi doesn't go completely still, first giving Zoro a confused look then tilts his head, giving Penguin a look that clearly means, "what, when did you start sitting all the way down there? Your seats not even taken, no one ever takes it because it's yours. What's going on, Guin? Are you being weird again? Could you at least tell me about what? It's not emotional, is it? You know I never get that stuff without your help...."

Where as Law just sort of looks at Zoro, then his eyes get all grey like a living storm - not a bad one, but one of the fun ones that sweeps you away in it, and his lips turns up in this half smirk-smile. Which admittedly isn't like a lot but has a lot of effects. Specifically on Zoro's stomach and also his mouth since words just sort of start flying out of it. "Back when I was a bounty hunter sometimes there were only these like two marine based around and if you just left the guy with them until some one further up the chain came along you'd never see a berry of that bounty, they wouldn't even buy you a skate why you waited. anyway, some older guy, he taught me this trick where you'd take a picture, you holding the wanted poster, and you sign it, then you'd get your guy -"

"Or girl," Beluxa tosses in like this is the time Zoro's trying to explain Law needs him to take the photo this is important!

"Or whatever holding that same poster, with your signature, and you'd catch a news coo and send it to the nearest big base they were gonna spend the guy for processing. So you could prove you caught h-them without having to find your way all the way to some hidden marine base.

Zoro's too in the moment too notice the various snorts and chuckles. Oh, no Northernern is naive enough not to believe the Marines have got some bases they're hiding up here, but they're also certain those kinds of bases aren't ones that just pay out bounties for some island outlaws some random unknown kid brings in.

Zoro is much more focused on how he is an idiot. He mentioned being a bounty hunter and he's always suspected that a lot of the crew didn't like that, now he's sure Law is one of them that doesn't because the second he mentioned that old guy who taught him this trick Law's smile slipped right away. But Zoro had already beaten them, and it's not like he really cared about keeping criminals out of the blue or getting a pat on the head from the Marines or whatever, but if he beat a guy shouldn't he get paid for it? "I needed the money and it worked so I bought this cheap image den den and figured out how to use it-"

"What? Like, pressing the button?" Shachi cuts in, chuckling as he mimics pressing down on the top of the shell. "Gee, good thing have an expert on board."

The remark might seem insulting but honestly, it's just sort of a joke, one Shachi is mostly telling Penguin, who doesn't look the leasf bit amused.

"He's just trying to help with the plan," Penguin answers, and he doesn't snap because Penguin doesn't really snap like that but it's close enough that quite a few looks are exchanged around the table. "He's an officer, too, it's normal he wants to be involved." Zoro actually sits himself up little straighter when Penguin mentions it, making sure he looks every one of his one hundred sixty eight cm.

"If you don't want any input or help, even from us other three," Penguin adds, not notifcing Zoro's posture shift of Shachis strange look, more focused on the small port window. "Why not save these discussions for Law's cabin? So we don't make the mistake again, and you two will be free to continue without even some minor, well meaning interruption to come between you two and your plan."

Zoro noticed none of it because Law has apparently decided to figure the whole bounty hunter thing because he's smiling again, elbows prompt on the table as he leans forward, like he's leaning in towards Zoro(!!) And smiling like that at him too (!!) He knew that Den Den trick would come in handy.Even though there is nearly a whole table between them, it really didn't feel like it when Law stared at him THAT way.

"Of course, Zoro-ya just wants to help." Law winks and Zoro's heart no his stomach no his throat - well somewhere in him something happens.

Winking! Winking is flirting! He knows it is! Lumikko told him himself and even Ikakaku agreed after a bit of disbelief (she apparently thought the guy's son at the junk yard they were scanvenging up for parts probably just got dust in his eyes and Lumikko was "messing with Zoro-kun, ad how many times do I have to tell you, just because YOUR easy doesn't mean that easy is considered fun by the rest of us." Then he did it again at the register, and did this weird thing where he asked Zoro his name a what he was doing on the Island - Ikkaku had been yelling his name plenty, was he not paying attention and seeing as he was carrying a box of used parts it's pretty obvious why he was here. Thought apparently according to Lumikko, the wink made them not stupid questions at all, more like riddles that Zoro had been MEANT to answer with, "Whatever you like, stranger," and "Oh, you know, taking in the locals, you wouldn't happen to know any worth taking would you?" Zoro still hadn't decided these.)

What Zoro DID understand was flirting meant winking, and since Law winked that meant!!

"Exactly, yeah, I just wanted to help - however you like stranger."

("Depths!" You could hear not only Ikkaku's hand connect with the back of Lumikko's head but also his ribs slamming up against the table with the force of if, and Ikkaku wasn't even bothering to whisper about see, see this is what happens when you're an idiot around Zoro-kun.)

Law doesn't seem to mind so Zoro doesn't really notice. (Oh, he definitely gives Zoro a look at the line but the chuckles and Law hardly ever like.... Laughs on any way so one of Zoro's various parts of maybe all of them this time do the thing again.) "Stranger? Is that what you're going to call me to the Marines when you're turning me over?"

Wait? Was that part of the plan? Zoro hadn't realized... Law is still smiling, and Zoro knows it's one of his honestly amused sort of grins so if he's still joking and flirting that means everything must be going according to the plan, or at least getting towards the plan at this stage, Zoro guesses. He just didn't remember when Law mentioned, "I wouldn't have expected such sneakiness for you, Bo-ya."

Zoro isn't sure what his captain means.

He doesn't notice, either, that Penguin is suddenly okay with Shachi, eyes wide as he makes a gesture for Shachi to please stop their boss before -

"Captain Roronoa Zoro has a fine ring to it, though. If nothing else I could not longer calm you Bo-ya, you would be more of a Tora-ya if-"

"I WOULD NEVER SELL YOU OUT TO THE MARINES!"

[Law honestly was just teasing Zoro, it's fine. I mean, he was a little suspicious of those older men going around teaching you tricks, but no he was just teasing you for your strange wording, that's all.... Not that it will stop Zoro from jumping to his feet and making this proclamation with all his heart.]

#this is just sort of a mess of words #now you know why I don't write when I'm sick #hey this person was nice to me I should write them something #only afterwords thinking oh they said they liked my blog not my fanfic #sorry about that #well maybe you helped to make some all hearts fan very happy #although probably not because again it is a mess #writing when sick #ask and you shall receive #things you didn't necessarily ask for #all hearts #one piece #roronoa zoro #trafalgar d. water law #trafalgar law #zolaw #one piece au #one piece fanfiction #heart pirates #one piece penguin #shachi #Shaguin? #Penchi #shut up they are adorable #Law x Zoro #Penguin x Shachi #amusing musings #apologies this sucked

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for @hearti, by @generaloftheskeletonwar

PROMPT: "Lord Beckett prompt: Cutler has gotten bit by a vampire and has to adapt to his new way of living" WORD COUNT: 607

You had absolutely wonderful prompts, and I tried quite a few, before settling on the vampire Beckett one. I do love to make that man suffer, and all of your prompts weres so inspiring! I hope you enjoy my rather sad take on him!

Lord Cutler Beckett had never had an easy life, and since Fate is a vain woman who likes things to match, she would not have his death be easy either. At least it was different than he had expected.

He had expected to die in that cursed battle after Sparrow’s betrayal, but he survived. Most men would want to retire after that. Cutler Beckett was a man who was dedicated to his job, and he was back on the sea sooner than he should have been. He never asked himself if he went back in search of the death that wasn’t given to him.

Sparrow wasn’t there when Cutler died for the first time. 

It was a trap.An ambush, by pirates who were too tall and strong to be human, and too clean of seaweed and shellfish to be indebted to the new ruler of the sea. And they did not draw their swords. They bared their teeth, white as pearls, sharper than knives, and Cutler was bitten, alongside his men. They drank from them, leaving just barely enough blood for Cutler and his men to suffer as they slowly die. 

As they laid on the sandy floor of the cave, one of the pirates, a red haired woman, told him that they’d been hired to get rid of him. That she had, originally, planned to play a prostitute to get him, but that they were sure that he wouldn’t have paid any attention to her.

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Cutler woke up. He had not expected that. His men’s dead bodies were still on the cave floor, with one, half burnt, in the mouth of the cave, illuminated by the faint moonlight, that was more than enough for Cutler’s new eyes.

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He got revenge for his death in two weeks. Burning alive truly is one of the worst punishments for anyone capable of feeling pain.

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And as disappointing as Cutler’s life had been, so was his undeath. He lived, and as always, he worked. He served for the East India Trading Company in various different places, under various different names, until it dissolved. He got work here and there- he really loved positions in the government, working from dusk til dawn, and staying inside, fully focused on work without eating, was not suspicious in the slightest bit. Plus, they call the government bloodsuckers for a reason.

But he did spend most of his undeath in mourning. The golden age of piracy had ended soon after Cutler’s undeath. Captain Jack Sparrow’s body was never found, and the fifteen different versions he���d heard about that death had given Cutler a bit of hope. Sparrow had always lusted for immortality. Hopefully, he’d gotten it. Maybe he got a deal, he did get along well with Jones junior- as far as Cutler knew, and his few friends in the navy had told him, it was still Turner in charge of the seas.

It had been nice to hear, but it did not fix the fact that something had been stolen from this world. Yes, Cutler himself had longed for the destruction of pirates, and all they stood for, but after it was done for good, everything else seemed pointless. His hand held a quill, not a sword, and the men under his command were clerks with greasy hair, not well shaved young men in pristine uniforms. 

The world had shrunk, and Cutler had filled the last of the blank edges on his over a century old map. The pirates had taken their last stand, and fallen. Cutler wished that he would have jumped after them.

#pirates of the caribbean #potc #fanfiction #will turner #cutler beckett #round 3

[cuuzca]

Hey there guys! Wanted to do an update since I haven’t officially done that in quite a while. It’s nothing totally new but I do want to bring you all into the loop below!

Health

I had big plans for this year! Including my shop, commissions etc. My plan was to celebrate my birthday and during the summer, take a small hiatus and continue forward with my project and unveil it all by the end of the year!

Unfortunately, I hit a giant road block when my neck injury from January of 2021 returned with a vengeance this past August. That really felt like it threw a wrench into plan and feel as though I’ve been stumbling since. It started out when raising my arm after pulling something and had the same dullness as before, until one day unfortunately I sat up in the wrong direction and the pain shot throughout my body and left me virtually immobile because it hurt so bad. I was alone at the time and had to use different things near me to prop myself up again because I could just not use my neck or left shoulder without a lot of pain.

This lasted on and off for a few weeks until September and even the month of September was all a blur and October was hectic and we had DQB2ber which was nice! And here we are. Occasionally, I still have to be careful how I move my neck.

I expected this to take time for me to heal physically but what I didn’t expect was the mental toll it would take. I should have known but it still took me by surprise? I felt bad because I couldn’t get the things I wanted to done. And because I was gone for a while not making anything, a few of the passerbys or folks who used to support me kind of dropped off the face of the earth. And on top of that, even after I started to heal, I started to self doubt myself so much if what I do even makes a difference? I still enjoy and love to draw so much! I love it so much and I love to share it and read everyones responses. But if i get sick again, does that mean i just get forgotten? I still don’t know how to answer that. But I’m working on the mental aspect of my healing journey right now. I’m working on keeping myself content in what I do because i enjoy it, not to appease anyone else. But because this is who I am and this is my joy. So I’m slowly getting the hang of it again.

Shop

Because of my physical and mental health, keeping the shop open to make orders and sell was out of the question entirely. I had it open during the summer but right after the neck injury, I temporarily “closed” it for maintenance. (Sucks that they still charge you for your shop even if its under maintenance, thats $40 down the hole because I kept forgetting to end the payment plan, oops ;;;)

Even now, the link won’t work if you want to reach my shop. I was hoping to at least get it back up and running for Black Friday sales but I can’t see that happening where I’m still trying to upkeep basic internet presence :,) Regardless! I still plan to sell later on and make more stuff! That won’t change! For now, the new plan is to hopefully do some irl maintenance, clean up my devices storage and irl storage in order to open back up soon!

The current plan is to open up shop again during January! There will be the same stock as before on sale. Afterwards, I plan to make new merch & expand on other series to include in the shop! :) Diversify stock and have lots of new goodies. Wish me luck!

Projects

I’m still going to try and work on the project I had planned for this year. I won’t reveal what it is but I’m still very excited about it. ^-^

Other small projects include upkeeping my ko-fi page! Each time I use it, I discover something new and exciting so I want to continue focusing on my kofi page since there’s so much I can do that I didn’t realize before. So please look forward to that! ♡

Wishlist

I’ve been working up the courage to do so. This summer, I also opened up a Throne wishlist! Some kind friends helped me set that up very quickly and was able to put some necessities and goodies I’ve been wanting for a while right away. But, I had felt guilty for wanting to ask for them. 😅 But thats the whole point right? Asking for something is okay. A wishlist is for letting someone else know what to give you if you could give them a gift right?

So I’m finally worked up the courage to share my throne wishlist!!! :)

I’ll do so during black friday sales so if anyone does want to gift, it will hopefully not be as expensive! <3Its not an obligation to gift but I would just be really appreciative anyway ^-^

Afterword

Anyway, it’s the season for being thankful. So, I want extend my thanks to anyone and everyone who has still stuck around for my absence, who is always there to react and support my work, who always had a kind word to share with me and have patience with me. I’ve learned a lot about myself too and have tried to better understand and thus afford some of that patience for myself too. Sometimes we can be our own hardest critics and thats not fair right? I just want to again say thanks to everyone. And thank you all for taking the time to read this. Thank you all :)

Lots of love,

-Cuzca!!

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#cuzca update #topics include: #health #shop #projects #wishlist #thank you to anyone who takes the time to read #and thank you as always for your support :) #♡

[summersnow82]

Somethin' Bad - Part 3

Author's Note: Thank y'all for reading! I had this going one way in my head, and it's taking a bit longer, but I'm enjoying it. You can find my other works at my fanfiction.net page (and hopefully soon my AO3 page!) This is a Travis x OC fic. Y'all enjoy nice Travis while he lasts.

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PART 3

It was five days past the full moon. Travis had caught hell over his disappearance for the hunt, but then, he wasn’t used to being praised for his failures. The woman he’d saved was awake now, able to sit up without vomiting or clutching her head like it would explode. He wondered sometimes, in his darkest thoughts, if she was worth the effort it had taken to save her. Then she would look up at him with her bruised body, matted dark brown hair, and deep brown eyes, and say, “Thank you, Officer Hackett.”

She hadn’t looked in a mirror or taken a shower in almost a week, and Travis wasn’t about to offer to give her a sponge bath. He kept his conversation light, noncommittal, and tried to get what he could out of her – which, honestly, wasn’t much. He was hoping for a change today.

The showers were attached to the locker room, and there wasn’t much privacy, so Travis was waiting on a bench, back turned in an effort to be a gentlemen without showing he trusted her. She was, after all, a witness to the curse, and therefore, a threat to his family.

He could hear her wincing in pain as she removed her clothes and the bandages. He’d changed them out twice since the attack, and they were still raw. A gasp, followed by choked back sobs made him hang his head, rubbing his forehead to assuage the guilt. If I’d done a better job. If I’d caught Silas before now. How are there new wolves? I must have missed something, but what? I am such a loser.

Her cries were muffled by the water now, but he could still hear the occasional gasp or whimper. I should’ve taken her to the hospital. I never should have brought her here. What’s she going to say when I tell her I can’t let her go? I am such a monster.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose, trying hard to push the self-loathing back, but once it was out it was hard to shove back. Anger worked, though. It’s her own damn fault. What the hell was she doing out there at night? No camping gear, nothing. Probably something illegal. I’ll find out today. She’ll regret coming to North Kill. She’ll tell me her name, and his, too. No more Mr. Nice Cop.

“You done?” He shouted, keeping his eyes straight ahead. The water had clicked off, a subtle drip-drip-drip, but no other sound. “I said, are you done?” His voice was louder now, a hard edge to it. No reply. He stood, taking a moment to ask himself if he really needed to go into the shower to check on her. All he heard was the drip-drip-drip of the shower head.

He huffed, shaking his head. Does she think answering me is optional? He wondered. “Fine. You wanna be like that, I’m coming in.”

Still no reply. He paused at the entryway to the shower, testing his resolve. There were no exits in the showers; only one way in or out, and she’d have to go through him. No potential weapons. He didn’t need to draw his gun, but he put his hand on it anyway.

Just in case.

He walked in slowly, sweeping the room with his eyes. It wasn’t a large room – just four shower stalls separated by a long bench. The far end of the wall to his left had a line of mirrors and sinks which were hardly ever used. Once upon a time North Kill had a decent police force, but it had dwindled over the years as the inhabitants moved out to the cities. The small town had, somehow, become smaller, and now Travis was the only officer on duty. It was, at least for the past six years, a blessing and a curse.

“Ma’am?” He glanced into the shower stall she’d been in. It was empty, with remnants of dried blood around the drain; it had flaked away from her body and hair, a reddish-brown mess. Her clothes and old bandages were on a bench, dirtier than he’d initially realized. “Ma’am?” He called again, before catching sight of her long legs stretched out on the other side of the shower stall. Carefully, giving her a wide birth, he rounded the corner.

Sitting on the floor, a towel haphazardly wrapped around her she looked small and fragile. Her long dark hair was wavy and tangled, rivulets of water running off each tendril onto her pale shoulders. Her left arm looked much better than it had the first time Travis had bandaged it, but that was saying something. A variation of scratches and deep claw marks laced the arm she cradled against her towel clad chest. She looked up at Travis, tears in her eyes, and he felt his anger melt away. She looked so broken; how could he be angry and resentful with broken?

Carefully, he knelt down maintaining his distance. “Are you hurt?”

She shook her head, swallowing hard. “I feel so stupid.” Travis was silent, holding her gaze, waiting for her to continue. This was the most she’d said since she woke up in the jail cell. She swallowed again, blinking back tears, trying to keep some bit of composure. “My best friend is out there somewhere, hurting, hiding from that...that thing, and all I can think of is what I saw in the mirror.” She gestured at the mirror in front of them, closing her eyes, and lowering her head in shame. “I’m black and blue all over. My arm is hideous. I could barely undress myself, or take a proper shower, and I hate myself for being upset over it because it’s a hundred times better than what Sean is going through right now.”

Travis didn’t know what to say to her confession so he chose silence. He wasn’t very good at consoling women – or so he’d been told. Finally, he asked, “Can you stand?” She nodded, silent tears running down her face. Travis stood, offering her his hand. She pressed her left arm tight against her chest, holding the towel in place, placing her right hand in his.

It was slow and a bit of a struggle, but together they managed to get her back on her feet. She stumbled slightly, tripping into him, an he caught her, securing his free arm around her waist. She gasped, light and breathy, and her eyes widened conveying her surprise and embarrassment. Her body went very, very still under his hold, his hand splayed across the small of her back, both of them very aware of how vulnerable she was, and how compromising this could be.

How long has it been since a woman was this close to you, old man? He asked himself, staring into her dark eyes. The water from her wet hair seeped into the arm of his uniform; her body felt so warm against his, and the towel suddenly seemed very, very thin. He stared at her, noting how much the shower had helped her appearance; without all the dried blood she was actually rather lovely.

“Can you dress yourself?” His voice was softer than he’d intended, almost intimate. She’s wounded and emotionally distraught, Travis. Do NOT have sex with this woman.

She swallowed hard, nodding. “I might need help...with my socks and shoes.”

He didn’t know why that struck him as funny, but he chuckled. “Socks and shoes I can do. Here.” He carefully led her to the bench where her dirty clothes were, and helped her sit. “I’ll bring you something clean.” He stood, staring down at her, willing himself to gain his composure. “Be right back.”

He turned, taking a deep breath while trying to shake off whatever the hell had just happened back there. Still, all he could think was You’re in trouble, old man.

#somethin bad #annabelle harris #sean landers #travis hackett #sheriff hackett #officer hackett #ted raimi #travis x oc #the quarry fanfic #the quarry #the quarry travis