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juicezone · 1 year

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“You know, I’m starting to wonder if I shouldn’t have someone in maintenance check to see if you or Jim’s beds aren’t broken or something,” Bones sighed, standing in the doorway of his office. Ward grinned up at him from where he was comfortably laid out on the couch, a PADD in his hand.

“A fella can’t visit his friends during the workday? I’m just looking for some social time, Len!” Ward replied, feigning a hurt look. The grin returned as Bones rolled his eyes and crossed his office, taking a seat in his desk chair. Ward rolled over to lay on his side, briefly abandoning his PADD in favour of pestering his friend.

“You’re not looking for some social time, you’re looking to be a nuisance. Should put that under your qualifications, ‘professional pest, natural nuisance’.” Bones replied, making the science officer snicker. He watched as the doctor settled at his desk, moving aside papers, PADDs, and reports that had been left for him. After several moments, Bones spoke up without looking over.

“Don’t you have a shift to go to?”

“Nope!” Ward replied instantly, popping the p for added annoyance. “All I have right now is doing some basic data organization, and I can do that with my PADD from the comfort of your couch.”

“How fortunate of me,” Bones muttered dryly.

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“Len. Len. Len. Len. Len? Hey, Len? Len! Len, hey, Len. Leeennnnnnn. Len.”

“Kiddo, you call my name one more time, and I’m gonna string you up by your little toe.”

Ward paused a moment, looking over at the older man who was working at the table in his kitchen. Ward had a game in front of him, a chapter book on uncommon atmospheric events, and an episode about the water cycle from a kid’s science show was playing on the holo nearby. All of these were meant to occupy him, but he was growing tired of sitting in one place. The choice was an easy one.

“Len. Len!” Ward called again. He grinned at the sound of a chair scooting backwards and scrambled over to the couch, holding a couch pillow in front of him.

“Alright, get over here you. I’m gonna hang you up in the closet, right next to where I put Jim. Then I’ll get some work done.” Bones declared as he crossed from the kitchen into the living room. Ward cackled and launched the small pillow at his caregiver, climbing over the back of the couch while Bones dodged it.

“You said you’d do that if I called your name one more time! I said it two times, not one time!” Ward shouted, trying to get around the older man without getting caught. Bones grabbed him around the waist easily though, and lifted the now giggling regressor up into the air, flopping him down onto the couch.

“Oh, I suppose you’re right. Well, maybe I just have to string you up by both your little toes. One for each time you called my name.” Bones said, pretending to look thoughtful. Ward gasped, not having considered that in his plan. He thought quickly, trying to think of a way to save himself from being hung up in the closet.

“I just wanted to tell you, that you’re my favourite person. Ever.” Ward blinked innocently up at his caregiver, as if that was the intention the entire time. Bones didn’t even hesitate to scoff, and reached down to flick Ward on the forehead.

“You’re such a liar, Ward,” Bones shook his head, giving the regressor a fond but exasperated look. He gestured at the holo, now halfway through the episode. “Why don’t you change the episode if you’re bored?”

“I can’t!”

“Why not? Did you lose the remote again?” Bones asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No! I mean, yeah, but that’s not why! I can’t change it because Commander Gale hasn’t seen it yet!” Ward replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. The plushie was sitting in front of the screen, a couple fruit snacks in front of her.

“You’re something else, you pain in the rear, you know that?” Bones sighed, and Ward grinned proudly.

Ward chewed on his fingernail, trying to decide if he wanted to knock or not. It was pretty late (at least to him it was late), but Ward was pretty sure Bones was still up. The doctor kept odd hours thanks to his profession, but the computer had told him that the older man was actively online. But maybe he was working? Ward didn’t want to bother him while he was working. He was so lost in thought trying to decide, he didn’t hear the steps coming up from behind him.

“You trying to scare Bones or something?”

Ward startled at the sudden voice, looking over his shoulder and up at Kirk. The grin on the captain’s face softened when he saw the uncertainty on Ward’s face, and he rested a hand on his shoulder.

“You waiting for Bones to help you with bedtime, buddy?” Kirk asked, in a quiet voice. Ward nodded, shifting in place.

“I don’t wanna bug him if he’s working, though.” Ward explained, and Kirk nodded thoughtfully. A moment passed and Kirk snapped his fingers as if he had an idea.

“Tell you what- I have a few minutes before I’m due to report with Spock to a board. Why don’t I go check if he’s busy? That way, if he’s cranky, he can be cranky at me for disturbing him.” Kirk suggested. Ward nodded slowly, still a bit unsure if he wanted to bother Bones in the first place. The captain gave him a reassuring smile and knocked, stepping in when the door opened. A few minutes passed before Kirk reappeared, Bones at his side.

“I hear someone’s ready to go to bed. Let’s go ahead and say bye, and I’ll bring you back to your quarters for bedtime.”

Ward waved bye to his other friend as he followed Bones back to his room. He didn’t say much, which wasn’t entirely uncommon at bedtime. He wasn’t really a fan of it, often making multiple requests for water, or to check the closets (and then double-check them), and so on. Tonight though, he didn’t say much as all, apart from asking for a nightlight by the bed and by the door.

“You’re pretty quiet tonight, sweetheart. Everything okay?” Bones asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. Ward shrugged, fiddling with his blanket.

“Do you need something? Do you feel okay? Your forehead isn’t warm, but that doesn’t mean you might not be sick.” Bones frowned a bit, putting the back of his hand on Ward’s forehead. Ward shook his head, and Bones looked at him with a patient but slightly concerned expression.

“I just didn’t wanna be a pain and bother you with my bedtime stuff if you were busy. It’s probably annoying,” Ward mumbled, not meeting his caregiver’s eyes. He heard Bones give a little sigh.

“Ward, can you look up? I’m not mad or annoyed, I just want you to see that.” Bones’ tone was gentle, and when Ward glanced up, he saw the affectionate look in his eyes.

“Not annoying to me at all. It might be a lot, but I always am here to help you through bedtime. I’ll check your closet as often as you want, and put up as many nightlights as you have outlets. Okay?” Bones spoke softly, reaching over to ruffle Ward’s hair. Ward nodded, but still looked as if he wasn’t entirely convinced.

“You think you’re gonna have a tough night staying asleep tonight?” Bones asked, knowing it happened sometimes. Every so often, Ward would have nights where he just couldn’t stay asleep while regressed. He’d wake up every several times in the night, and need reassurance before going back to sleep.

“Okay, that’s alright, sweetheart,” Bones said when Ward nodded. “You mind if I sleep over? I’ll crash on the couch, that way I’m right there if you need me.”

“Yeah.”

“Alright, sounds like a plan. I’m gonna go and check out your closet, you and Gale get comfy, okay?”

Ward nodded again, pulling the covers up more while he watched as Bones went around and checked the closet before heading to the bedroom door. Ward gave him a small thumbs up before he left, leaving the door cracked as usual. The feeling in his stomach didn’t quite go away, but he didn’t feel as annoying. He could hear Bones settling on the couch as he held Gale closely, closing his eyes for his first attempt at sleeping through the night.

#oc agere #agere fic #character: ward #i wrote something instead of juice for a change :P #going off what i was thinking abt earlier ward likes being a pest but sometimes when hes regressed he worries abt being a pest #tl art #for organization purposes lol

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cheerio-au · 1 year

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PRELUDE: LAST RESORT

idk idk something like a uhh one off post umm

hmm where can i start this

uhhhhhhh

okay here looks good

ahem

OMORI fell to his knee, his friends, TOAST. OMORI did not succumb. “JAWHAWHAWHAWHAW! Honestly! Friends, I’ll let this one by. No deal! Bygones be bygones; I already have a desk full of applications!” BOSSMAN HERO mocked, before cracking his neck.

“OMORI, you and our old friends, go on back out! We’ll make sure you don’t trip and succumb again.~” He got down from his desk, as two GATOR GUYs walked in to escort them to the elevator. “For now, I have some work to do.”

…Shut. And the trio was out, of LAST RESORT.

BOSSMAN HERO took the staff elevator down, pulling out a note from JAWSUM. TO MY NUMBER ONE EMPLOYEE: I have a deal with a blue whale — just deliver something for me, but don’t bother yaself, get a GATOR GUY. Thanks! - J

But he did. Walking, transporting, wandering through DEEPER WELL, he began to lose more of himself. Standing on the bridge, a blue whale emerged. “Ohh? Whale hello there! (nyak, nyak). You look like one of OMORI’s pals!” “I’m here on LAST RESORT business, friend.”

“Please, call me HUMPHREY. If ya got business, c’mon in!” He opens his mouth, and BOSSMAN HERO sighs, jumping in.

Navigating through, bumping into SWEETHEART along the way. She was saying something, but he was not focused on it. Walking into MARINA's laboratory. "That damned pink twerp-" BOSSMAN HERO stood, looking over the railing, leaning on it. He winks, shining a smile.

"...Whatcha doin' here, fella? You lost?" "No, actually. Here on LAST RESORT business. Need to talk to you, won’t take too much of your time, miss.~" MARINA stood up, and they walked out, meeting on the bridge. "Alright, handsome, what is it. You want a d-" "Not that kind of business, at least for right now." He looks at the bridge he took to cross, and BIG MOLIO was there, sitting. A crushed 667 was underneath him. And tilting his head, he squinted. There was a blurry black key. "I don't presume you have seen any KEYs around." "Eh? KEYs? You mean, like, the stereotypical golden ones?" "No."

He turned back to look at her. "HUMPHREY has one. Another is here, in your domain." She thinks for a moment, before shaking her head. "Ah. Well, it is no concern of mine then, miss...?" "MARINA. You?" "HERO. BOSSMAN HERO." He chuckles, winking. "I'm sure we'll meet again soon." He walks away, straightening his tie, as MARINA grew a lighter shade of pink.

Standing in front of the tank, he squinted again. It was barely visible, but it was there. Looking around... something to break this open. And then it hit him. GATOR AID. He blows a whistle, and a GATOR GUY enters the scene, saluting. "Punch the everloving color outta this canister." The GATOR GUY nods, and, with all his might, slams his fist into the container.

...Whimper. It cracked, both his fist and the container. "Thank you, GATOR GUY. I might consider giving you a raise." Pat, pat. No way is he gonna give him a raise. But, he looked back at the container, and kicked into it. CRASH.

_ELCOME _O BLACKSPACE

_ELCOME TO BLACKSPACE

...One more.

BOSSMAN HERO backtracked all the way back into the main area, and he stood in front of the HUMPHREY elevator. It stared down at him. "Ready to go back up?" "Not quite yet. I need your KEY."

...The eternal smile on HUMPHREY turned into a frown. "So THAT'S why you were taking so long for my snack... Alright. Well, in exchange, you feed me!" His grin returned. "ONE MILLION CLAMS!~" One million? That's a solid chunk of LAST RESORT's value... Could he even pay that much?!

With a straight face, he opened his coat, pulled out a pen, and, with some scratching of paper, threw the check into HUMPHREY's mouth. Munch, munch... "...Okay! Let's go!" He spit out another, now more visible key.

WELCOME TO BLACKSPACE

#cheerio-au #cheerio-text

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writerlyhabits · 2 years

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Namana Fruit

Pairing: Din Djarin x reader

Words: 2.7k

Summary: You are OVERWORKED, and Din is here to provide comfort.

Warnings: mild cursing (Star Wars curses & not), cuddle time, food industry cause thats a warning all on its own, established relationship, just lots of fluff with our little mismatched space family

A/N: I got this idea working a handful of shifts directly from hell at my last job, and it gave me something to think about to get through them. I feel like it worked pretty well for the other half of a request I got since I turned the other one into a chapter 😂 Thanks @deceiverofgodss for beta reading as always, it's been a while since I went back to our roots 😂 Hope you enjoy! 💖

Money was tight.

“Do we have enough fuel to get to Nevarro?” Din shook his head. Dank farrik…

You’d stopped on the outer rim planet of Bakura for a much-needed repair. But since the Razor crest didn’t have a repulsorlift engine, which was one of the planet’s main exports, the mechanic had decided to run you an additional convenience fee for his troubles when the repairs had been finished. It had set you back far more than Din had ever budgeted for, always smart with what credits he had in order to make sure there was enough food for three mouths, and at least enough fuel to get to another job.

“There’s enough to make it around Bakura, but not enough to get anywhere off-planet unless we want to drift to the next closest planet. And this is the only breathable atmosphere in the sector, so that’s out.” Din’s dry humor made an appearance, and you couldn’t help but smile and roll your eyes despite the stressful situation.

“Well, plan B … we head into town, and see what we can find.” You’d never been this low on credits, Din had never let that happen, so this was never something you had to fall back on. “There’s bound to be work for you there, people losing their way in the forest or something. And I’m sure the local cantina could use a hand, as long as they don’t mind the kid tagging along.”

“You don’t have to do that, I’ll find work.”

“Din, we only have money for a few days of food past the ration packs from last stock up,” you tried to reason. “Let me help.”

That’s what brought you behind the counter at the cantina, scrubbing namana fruit bits out of the processor. You’d become very familiar with the native fruit while working here, as the locals liked to make it into liquors, candies, and anything they could come to think of. It had a very pleasing effect, and you imagined it could become very addictive, so it wasn’t uncommon for patrons to ask for a splash of the juice in many of their drinks. The juice’s orange color tended to leave its mark on all the equipment, and with the planet-wide aversion to droids, the barkeep was more than happy to put you to work in the battle against the orange stains.

Truth be told, you’d lucked out on the gig. The owner of the cantina was an older gentleman, and though he wouldn’t admit it, you were almost positive he had taken pity on you; he had a soft spot for the kid, and after understanding your situation, he’d struck a bargain.

“Look… our exporters can get pretty greedy. Seen my fair share of folks come through here, too down and out about the scam to know what to do with themselves. But this little fella shouldn’t have to pay that price,” he explained, holding a finger out for the kid to grab onto from his place on the counter. “You’re a hard worker. As long as you keep it up, your party eats here, on the house. Including your Mandalorian.”

And you followed through on your promise. You worked until your bones ached, making certain you not only had your promised credits to bring home, but that the meals you were provided were well earned.

Luckily, the cantina hadn’t been too crazy today, allowing the rest of your body a small break as you fought with the stains on the processor, the child happily snacking on the counter beside you. It was right as you had finished reassembling the processor that now looked like it was brand new that someone walked through the doors. Seeing the regular out of the corner of your eye, you smiled before greeting them.

“Welcome traveler, what can I get you?” you snarked as the wall of Beskar continued coming closer, and you heard a light chuckle as he settled in front of you.

“Well barkeep, I’ll go ahead and take one of these,” he played, reaching over the counter to take the kid before settling him in one arm, the other hooking into his belt. “And a Bakuran twister, double shot, triple namana juice.” Fucker. Your eyebrows shot up in an amused state of disbelief as he looked at you like he didn’t just order the most complicated, messy drink on the menu. In fact, it wasn’t on the menu, and it was the exact drink you had been complaining about the night before.

“Coming right up, Mandalorian,” you shot back at him, grabbing a glass from the counter. His shoulders dropped as he set the kid on the bar, leaning towards you.

“Don’t call me that. No, stop it, I’m kidding.”

“You ordered it,” you shrugged, trying not to laugh.

“Cyare, please.” You started grabbing bottles to mix drinks together as he pleaded. “You’re already so overworked, I’m sorry.” You couldn’t help the giggle the escaped you as you placed the cup in front of him, his helmet never leaving you. “You know I won’t drink that.” That was about as close to whining as you would ever hear from him.

“Well, then it’s a good thing I didn’t make it for you,” you responded after a moment, taking the small glass and downing it.

“Drinking on the job?” he sassed.

“I didn’t make your order, it was just fancy blumfruit juice,” you muttered, cleaning the glass you had just dirtied.

“Looks like it’s been slow today. Unless I just missed the rush?”

“No, it’s been pretty dead.” You couldn’t hide the tone of relief that seemed to come directly out of your tired body. You made a point to stand a little straighter as you continued, trying to downplay just how much you worked yourself in front of Mando. “Gave me time to make a fresh batch of namana juice and clean up the processor, so hopefully I won’t have to do it again until later tomorrow night.”

“You might not have to do it at all.” You looked back up to meet his visor. “I got a puck.” You put your hands on the counter to lean closer in, keeping the conversation out of the ears of your two other patrons.

“Guild work? Here?”

“Not necessarily… there’s a hunter who’s been here for days and can’t get a lead. He was desperate for someone to take it from him.” It was no surprise a bounty hunter with his career on the line would turn to Mando. He was damn good at his job, and any guild member would recognize it. But it sounded all too familiar to another incident that didn’t end well.

“There’s a catch.”

“It’s not my bounty. I only get part of the cut when I hand him over, they’ll turn him in for the rest.”

“What’s the cut?”

“Enough to get to Nevarro.” In normal circumstances, this would have been a horrible idea. But those deals really only need someone desperate enough to take them, right? You could tell Mando could sense your unease as you contemplated the job. “It’s just a politician avoiding arrest. He took out all the support, but lost the trail once the quarry got on planet.”

“And you have a lead?”

“Had him within the hour.” Damn, he was good at his job. “It’s not ideal, but it’ll get us out. You won’t have to work yourself to death every day.”

If anything, Mando had been desperate to find work so he could get you out of the cantina. You were treated well, the owner had been very kind. But the reason Mando had tried to never let you pick up extra work was that he knew you’d work yourself until you had nothing left. The two of you had that in common; fiercely protective of your little family, and determined to prove you’d earned what you received.

You let out a sigh as you made your peace with the situation. “When do you leave?”

“Tonight. I’ve tracked his movements to what I assume is a hideout in the woods. Shouldn’t take long.”

“So you came to say goodbye?” You shot, assuming tonight meant once the sun went down, and the sky outside was already dimming.

“I won’t leave until after you’ll be asleep. I came to retrieve the kid so you can rest after your shift.” Seeming to know you were talking about him, the green monster on the counter perked up his ears, looking at his father with curiosity in those big eyes. Mando picked him back up, stealing him away from yet another bowl of snacks on the bar. “And I’m sure after eating half of the supply of bits, you’re still hungry, you little womp rat.”

Din had carried the kid the whole way back to the Razor crest, encouraging him to wriggle around and climb through his father’s arms as much as possible to make bedtime easier. And when you’d finally ascended the ramp into the ship, expecting to turn and take the child back from him, you got a light tap to your rear end and a helmet up close to your ear.

“Hop in the fresher. Get something comfortable and head up to the cockpit,” he’d said softly. You turned to look at his visor, and he nodded towards the interior of the ship. You smiled and did as he’d said, grabbing your softest set of loungewear and making your way to the fresher, catching Din negotiating the womp rat into his hammock above the cot.

You always tried to be conservative with your time in the fresher, but Din must have made a point to turn up the pressure, and you were practically melting under the gentle massage of the water. It was hitting your scalp perfectly, the heat working wonders on the aches deep within your body. Once you’d pulled yourself away from the comfort of the fresher, you hummed in delight as you slipped into your clothes.

Creeping out of the fresher door to avoid waking the little one, you peeked around the hull in search of your Mandalorian, finding him stepping away from the small compartment the three of you called a bedroom, his cape already unfastened. You’d tried to step towards him, but stopped when you caught his gaze.

“Go. I’ll meet you up there,” he reassured in a hushed tone, just quiet enough to still come through his modulator smoothly. You took in the sight of him, small lights from the ship reflecting in his armor, his broad shoulders relaxed and his hip cocked out as he looked at you. Another nod up towards the cockpit from his helmet, and you quietly made your way up the ladder.

The stars shone brightly through the windshield, and settled yourself into your co-pilot’s chair to the side, sinking into the uncomfortable seat with a groan. Your body was ready to stop moving, and it took a lot for you not to just collapse in the seat, leaning your elbow against the ridge beside you and leaning in to massage your temples with your hand.

“You’re in the wrong seat, mesh’la,” you heard him chuckle as he entered the cockpit.

“Hmmm, I can only get into my seat once you get in yours,” you replied. You felt bare hands glide up your thighs and ease you up into his arms, your arms wrapping around his neck as you tucked yourself into him. You were expecting to press against his hard chest plate, but all you were met with was the flight suit that hugged his body.

He placed a hand against your back to support you as he sat back in the pilot’s chair, your legs resting outside his equally unarmoured thighs. You pushed off ever so slightly to look at him, hands sliding to his shoulders.

“Better?” he’d asked, his hands gliding easily over any part of your body he could reach. You hummed approvingly.

“You took your armor off,” you stated. “Thought you were leaving later?”

“Later. I’ve got time, figured I’d hold you.” You knew what that meant. He wanted to feel you, wanted you to feel him, without the armor. You giggled softly, wrapping yourself back around him to enjoy the feel of his body against yours, a feeling neither of you seemed to get enough of.

Din was observant. No matter how much you’d tried to hide from him how hard you’d been working, he always seemed to know exactly what you needed, your tired body molding to his. His large calloused hands rub gentle circles across your back, his head tilted back against the seat to give you plenty of room to tuck under his helmet and shove his collar down, exposing enough of his neck to place kisses the way you liked.

The two of you sat like that for what felt like hours, soaking up each other’s company as your body began to slip into sweet unconsciousness. But Din’s deep voice rumbling softly through his chest pulled you from fully slipping away at the last moment, most likely thinking you were already asleep.

“You work yourself too hard, cyare,” he said softly, one of his hands moving to run through your hair comfortingly.

“I say that to you far too often,” you managed quietly, your voice breaking as your vocal cords woke back up. You felt Din’s surprise as his body reacted, wrapping his arms around you a little bit tighter.

“I stand by it. I hate to see you work until your body hurts,” he said earnestly. In the soft, private setting of the cockpit, it was almost startling how much more expressive Din gets. Or maybe you were just able to pick up on it easier since the two of you had been together. “Gar shuk meh kyrayc.”

“What does that mean?” you questioned tenderly, always in awe at the pieces of Mando’a he chose to share with you, as well as other parts of his Mandalorian culture.

“You're no use dead.” You scoffed at him, and he could feel you roll your eyes. “It's usually meant to imply that you need to rest, which you do.”

"Alright, well I'll stop when you do."

"Yeah?” He asked with a chuckle. “Maybe after this job, I'll retire"

"I'll believe it when I see it,” you giggled. Both of you knew he could never, he wouldn’t want to. He thrived on the work, liked doing it. Above all he liked being able to provide, both for his small clan and other Mandalorian tribes, still hurting from the displacement of his own. “You could just take it easy on yourself every once in a while. Not worrying me to death would be nice.”

“That’s what makes me one of the best.” You could hear the smirk on his lips, the ones you knew to be soft and delicate, and you wondered how bright his smile must be.

“How does all of that ego fit inside your helmet?” you poked with a yawn, feeling the rumble of his silent laughter in his chest. His hands moved to fit under your thighs, tucking you in even impossibly closer as he sat himself a little straighter.

“Tired?” You nodded against his neck, trying to stifle another one from escaping your body. “Let’s get you to bed, love. You’ve more than earned it.”

No matter how many times he’d done it, developing a system to do it smoothly, it was like being swept up off of your feet again each time he carefully carried you down to the hull of the ship. Everyone else saw his intimidating, brutal front as the Mandalorian. You loved being able to fall in love with the soft, gentle side of Din Djarin each time you were able to lock yourselves away from the rest of the galaxy.

You were out almost as soon as he had settled you into the small compartment that was never meant to be a bed, yet had managed to contain three beings tightly huddled together. Before you could fully slip into sleep, you felt his lips press against your cheek, his helmet tilted just high enough to allow him a quick goodnight kiss.

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0x-jelly-beans-x0 · 2 years

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!!!Demon ousama SFW alphabet!!!

Nobody asked , nobody will probably care , he is literally a plot device but I don’t give a shit. My head has too many ideas for this fella.

Word count: 2870

Warning: kinda angsty , fluff, invasions abandonment issues, mentions of miranjo, genocide

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Let’s be real, he is the most powerful being in Ousama ranking. He was betrayed, has definitely abandonment issues and he is probably too self-aware of his image.

Will he be affectionate with you in the beginning?

Hell to fuck no but after you shown that you are for him not for his power, he will start showing affection. He will let you hold his fingers as a start (‘cause this man is too damn big.) and slowly let you hug him ,if your love language is touch.

But he normally shows his affection by giving gifts but small things like snail , berries and/ or flowers ( don’t judge the snails, they are fucking cute and delicious snack)

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Your friendship would start by you being lost in woods on a rainy night after the massacre that happened in your village.

You had lost your village to the enemy and when your family and the villagers evacuated it, they left you behind believing that you died in the process.

But happily or unhappily, you survived but you were starving, tired and scared that the enemies could go into the forest and kill you.

You were losing hope until you found a cave with a light in the end. You thought that it was where your family and villagers entered but it was ridiculously silent.

Making you unsure if it was safe or not but what more would you lose if you entered.

So you decided to enter cautiously, slowly following the light and realizing there was something or someone in the end. Your ears started to hear sounds of people, even your family rambling, not being able to understand a word but so full of joy that finally you could hear your family again.

You started to run for joy to the end of the cave finally, finally, you could hear your family again, you couldn’t wait to see them.

But sadly…it was just your mind trying to comfort you from the reality of the situation… When you arrived at the end of the cave , you saw him. The wish maker , or more known as the Demon; you were warned that he realizes any wish for a price, but due to not knowing what price he may ask, you felt fear.

He looked at you a bit surprised and said:

-It has been a long time since a human entered my home.. what is your biggest desire?-

You responded:

-I don’t have any desire. I’m sorry to come here uninvited. I just need a place to rest for the night.. I was abandoned by my family and my village was invaded and destroyed in the process..-

The look he gave surprised you , he looked at you with pity and understanding and answered:

-It’s fine. You can rest for the night, then tomorrow tell me what you desire the most..-

This response filled you with relief and hope for the next day, he turned around and started to sleep on the floor close to the wall at the cave while you slept close to the exit. But something felt weird in this conversation, you were warned about the demon, his malicious actions and his language barrier but why can you understand him? Why did he simply let you sleep? Why this type of emphatic actions? You couldn’t find an answer..but maybe you didn’t need to..

The next day , you woke up and saw that he was gone, you assumed that this was a signal to leave the place and find another home.. but when you were about to leave, he appeared in a black fog carrying a dead pig and berries for you to eat and say:

-Good morning human, I assumed that you were hungry so I brought you something to eat for now. But we need to cook the pig first..-

This surprised even more but you silently accepted it with a small smile on your face, starting your friendship.

But if he was your best friend he would be the most loyal mom friend you could ever ask for. He would help you on anything that you needed as long as you didn't cross him.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Eh… he doesn’t really like to cuddle at the beginning but he enjoys the sensation of it, ‘cause it gives him a sense of security and companionship that he usually doesn’t have.

If you ask him to cuddle after he fully trusts you even still being friends, he would cuddle you.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He is not a good cook, like he doesn’t need to eat ( for what we know) and if he eats is only to torture the sinful souls

Also he doesn’t clean, ‘cause he leaves in a fucking forest and he can’t die ( for what we know) of human or animal diseases.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If you ever break up the results of that break can seriously go to 1 to 1.000.000 depending on what was the reason for the two of you breaking up.

If you lose interest in him and desire other people , he will just silently agree and accept even tho he would be destroyed inside, but would ask if you two could still be friends.

If you betrayed his trust, break a promise and / or cheat on him , he will give you the punishment that you deserve and depending on how bad your choice was , he will make sure that you never forget…

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

I don’t think he believes in the concept of marriage that humans give , the pressure, the unnecessary titles and expectations. He just found it to be complicated, something that is supposedly simple.

But something that he agrees with in the concept of marriage is the amount of work of communication that is needed to thrive in it.

He believes that marriage is a choice and choosing to be with that person every day for the rest of his and your lives is enough to be married.

But if you really desire to have something, he will give you a golden ring or a necklace with a yellow gem while you give him a ring or necklace that has the same color as your eyes and say:

-I desire to be with you until my love dies-

That will be enough for both of you to get married. ( but this is a pact with the devil so be truthful)

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He is the most gentle person you can ever meet physically, due to him loving you but specifically due to him being scared of hurting you or you hurting him

He fears that one day , he will wake up after you two slept together and see you crushed or discover that his head was removed because of you.

But emotionally, you can feel that he is kinda distant and scared to be hurt again , especially after being betrayed by Miranjo ( his closest friend) twice. He just doesn’t believe anyone would truly love him for being him and nothing more than that.

And it doesn't matter how long the relationship is between you two, one year , one decade or five, he will still feel it but in different levels depending on him wanting to address it or not.

If he addresses it , it will reduce to the point of this thought that annoys him from time to time; but if he doesn’t address it , this thought will slowly grow and grow and turn into a paranoia so big that it will be dangerous for you and him to stay in contact.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

In the beginning he wouldn’t hug at all, but after he understands that you truly care for him he would let 3 to 4 times a day in short hugs from behind or just picking you up.

But if he is having a really bad day, he will request you to sit down, he will lay down and rest his head ,hug your waist with his fingers and close his eyes so he can rest while you pet him slowly in his head,giving the love that he needs.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

The first he says “ I love you” it was a pure accident, he was having a reasonably bad day , he had lost his head from some royal brats after getting electric shock. And even though he pranks some royal brats by turning one of the kids‘ desires into reality, he is still having a bad day

He had requested for you to sit down, you prepared yourself for it, he rested his head on the floor and wrapped his fingers around your waist while he used his thumb to caress your face making you smile.

Seeing that small smile on your face after dealing with royal brats is enough to truly relax.

He starts to giggle and say:

-I love you so much, my lil’ human-

This phrase took you so off guard, that you stopped smiling and look at his eyes still not believing in what you hear and said:

-What?-

-What?- he responded

A black fog appears inside the cave and when it disappears, the demon disappears with it.

-YOU CAN’T SAY THAT YOU LOVE ME AND GO AWAY , DEMON-

He went to the other side of the forest and slowly died of embarrassment.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He doesn’t get jealous at all, due to him being with you. You get profiled as the demon’s sorcerer, and most if not all places you go to by yourself, nobody goes close to you if they know you,which can be great sometimes or really isolating.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

(He has no lips , how he gonna kiss kiss? Very ugly. no kiss kiss for him)

Anyway, he rarely kisses you due to feeling insecure of having no lips at least not anymore.

If you requested him to kiss, he will only give you a quick kiss but he prefers to leave small bites in your arm or just caressing you with his fingers.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He is surprisingly really good with children.

Something that he does , and he will completely deny it if you ever question him.

He sometimes goes to the limits of the villages close to the forest and sees if any kid needs help.

When he finds one who has his arm broken, he will help them even fix their arm without any fee.

If he finds a kid, who is trying to run away from home; depending on their situation, he will either counsel them to go back home or let them stay in the cave for sometime then let them go to another village and start a new life, with people he trusts.

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M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings consist of a small hunt on pig and bunnies for breakfast and lunch , and catching some herbs and fruits for snacks and dinner with his help

Preparing and sharing a meal together ( even though he doesn’t need to eat) , he enjoys eating with you because it brings a new sensation for him, a sweet but weird comfort.

Also you sometimes go to other villages to get some utensils by yourself.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

The nights consist of making and sharing soup at night with him. Sharing what you , what both of you did that day and then sleeping together.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It takes him 6 months until he starts to open up to you. He was really unsure if you wanted to be seriously with him or just wanted his power.

He slowly gives you some hints of his insecurities even joke about it but if you don’t laugh about it and/or try to address it, he will just run and hide for a while and try to understand why you had that response.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

To be real with you… he is so good at hiding his true intentions that you never know what he truly feels. He has so much patience with everything that it is unsettling.. It feels like he is trying to control himself everytime he is angry around you.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He will remember every little part of you: your favorite food , the village that you used to live in, your other native languages and culture, everything you like, etc.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite moment in your relationship is waking up and helping you in the morning hunt then sharing a meal together , the intensity, the adrenaline and hard work being rewarded by a delicious meal with you by his side? It is fun and exciting yet at the same time comfy.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Even tho you two are together and have shown that you can take pretty well a fight every fucking day.

He will only intervene if you are tired , in real danger and/or in a social situation where things can go south really easily if you don’t simply shut up and “submit” to the person in “power”.

Otherwise , you both decided that it is better for you to be by yourself than with his company.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He puts a lot of effort in the tasks , dates and especially gifts, but not really in anniversaries.

He cares for you and understands how the everyday tasks are needed for you to stay healthy and sane, he understands how dates and gifts are important to show your love and affection.

But anniversaries? He would just think that a day to remind you that you’re older isn’t good enough to celebrate( also I don’t think he ever celebrates it).

But if you explain to him how important it is to you , he will put the same or even more effort to celebrate it with you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He doesn’t take baths very often…or brush his beard..

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Even though he doesn't take care of himself, he is too self-aware of that to the point of him wanting to hide from every place that can reflect his appearance in any way shape or form.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He is kinda obsessed with you (please don’t romanticize this)… like even though he will not be around you and doesn’t see you as property . He will watch you from a distance just to be sure that you are ok ( from pure paranoia and insecurity).

AND FOR LOVESAC , Please address this behavior and establish boundaries because this isn’t normal and he doesn’t know it. Talk about it and he will understand it better and respect your limits.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

The reason why you can understand him is that your old village was culturally based around his species even knowing his language that in other villages and cities are officially dead, but you don’t know of that ‘cause that fact was forgotten after the humans killed most of his species and whitewashed their history.

( like he is around 30 years,he definitely had a family in his birth but something happened )

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Traitors and/ or liars, like if you decide to marry this guy never cheat on him and/or choose your words really carefully when you make the promise.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He doesn’t need to sleep but he takes some naps to pass the time but it takes only 2 to 4 hours than he goes around and see if there’s something new to explore or some kid in need.

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I hope that you enjoy it, add some headcannons in the comments, bye~

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rayonfrozenwings · 3 years

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Feysand and Nyx headcanonswith IC as aunts and uncles also :3

Sooooo I got a little distracted........ and kind of went into Nyx headcanons with a little Feysand and a lot Innercircle. But mostly Nyx. <3 thanks Rina.

Feysand + Nyx Headcanons IC aunts and uncles.

Firstly we know Feysand are going to be protective as all hell, and that they are also going to be looking out for this little fella’s interests. I'll try to group this by Nyx’s ages and stages.

Newborn Nyx

Feysand start a strict routine of feed, sleep, play and if the IC turns up while Nyx isn't in designated play mode they have to wait.

Feyre has figured out breast feeding and starts to hang out with other mums for advice - though it isn't actually that many in the whole of velaris due to fae not being that fertile - Feyre has found a total of 5 recent mothers.

She asks Nesta when her and Cassian are planning to have a bubba so Nyx has someone his own age to play with.

Nesta scowls and deflects every time she is asked but has taken note of the smile playing at Cassian’s lips as he overhears.

Nesta has once made the comment that in 20years it won’t matter how big the age gap is between the cousins as all illyrian males are babies.

Feyre then nagged Nesta about why she thought she would have a boy and it became a whole big thing with Cassian and Rhys leaving the townhouse with Nyx during his “play time”.

Playtime for Nyx often includes peekaboo and stealing Amren’s shiny adornments.

Amren has nothing but praise for the wee man when Feyre returns her jewels the next day.

Amren will never admit it but she actually likes Nyx. Even his crying is a good cry - perfect for calling aid.

Nyx while a smol bubba has an adjoining room to his mama and papa - this is to protect him but also to give Feysand some bedroom privacy. They love the little guy but they still love to do each other and don't want to wake the baby.

3-6mth Old Nyx

He’s starting to have more of a personality, and has a healthy set of lungs.

He has grown out of most of the Newborn outfits Mor brought him - much to Rhysand’s delight because he has no idea what her fascination with ruffled shirts on a newborn with wings is.

His wings have doubled in size from when he was born and now are able to support themselves. This makes rolling over very difficult as he has yet to learn how to tuck them in or push them out when he wants.

His frustrated screams can be heard all over their Sidra Mansion.

Azriel loves helping with tummy time and floor games with Nyx. Nyx will reach for a toy and Azriel will move a shadow to distract him, the shadows are more tempting that the toys.

The shadows do not scare Nyx and are more playful, bringing out Azriels rare smiles.

Feysand are the type of parents who want to give everything to Nyx - even if he’s not quite at the stage where he can use it. His bedroom is already being set up for when he leaves the adjoining nursery. Toys, a small wooden castle to climb, rocking horse, books - so many books and a little writing desk.

Nesta told Feyre that it was useless spending that money on a 5mth old and Feyre said she would give him everything they didn't have and Nesta just patted her shoulder as she left the bedroom.

Feyre has decorated the room’s walls with a mural, the illyrian mountains on one side and Valaris on the other - each direction matching the landscapes of the windows beyond.

Rhysand reads to Nyx any chance he gets - he does not understand why Nyx loves the story about the Caterpillar so much.

6mth-1year old

Nyx starts crawling pretty soon after he masters rolling by tucking in his wings.

He starts with a commando crawl and the bat boys all join in crawling down the halls on their knees and shoulders.

Rhysand insisted it was to help show proper technique and Cassian said he won the bet of who would reach the end of the hall first. Azriel agreed and said he was racing the winner.

Amren now leaves shiny gifts for Nyx whenever she visits - rather than lose her own treasures she will find rare games or items and leave them with him.

Nyx has gathered quite a collection of shiny objects, Feyre often finds them in his pockets and has a small box under his bed to put them in when she helps him get changed.

Elain is a little more distant, she loves Nyx to bits but there is this empty feeling of something she wants for herself and isn't sure she is allowed to wish for. She gives Nyx the best cuddles and he often seeks her out in the garden once he is walking. Aunty E is always ruffling his hair and picking him up to sit on her lap as she looks after her garden.

Mor is visiting less, not because she wants to but because Feyre and Rhys want to be at home with Nyx and as Third in Command her and Amren are taking more responsibility to run the night Court.

During Night Court state meetings, Nyx will find his way into the study, sitting on Rhy’s lap at his desk and reaching for all the papers. Those meetings are very hard to concentrate on and often require Feyre to Ask Elain to take Nyx out into the garden or to play.

Toddler

By 1 Nyx has learned to walk - barely, his wings flick out to help him balance when he thinks he is going to fall forward.

By 2 Nyx knows how to run and throw out one wing to help turn a corner more quickly.

By 3 Nyx is the best at hide and seek - he doesn't need to sprint to get away, he just needs to make sure he hasn’t recently walked through the garden and left muddy boot prints down the hall.

When he plays sardines with the IC, Azriel is always the first to find him. Nyx has told him that using his shadows is cheating. Nesta is second and Nyx has told her that the house of wind should not be giving clues. By this point Cassian Finds them and Nesta tells Nyx he should stop telling people they are cheating because the discussion is leading the other IC members to find them. Mor takes her time - she knows where they are but does not want to try fitting in a closet with those illyrians for longer than she has to - instead she watches to make sure the other members hunting for Nyx have all entered first. Feyre and Rhys use this opportunity to make themselves scarce and enjoy some “alone time”. Amren refuses to play but has learned how to make snacks for after - she is slowly getting used to her fae body and challenging it. Luckily her taste buds are as diverse as toddlers - so if Nyx likes something then Amren will too. Elain is trying to figure out if the game was inside or outside and Mor leads her inside near the end of the game so they can both “discover” the sardines together.

aaand i’m going to stop there tonight. :) If anyone would like some Headcanons - my ask is open. :)

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thiswasinevitableid · 3 years

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Indruck 22 for the meet uglies?

Here you go! I went SFW on this one

you’re on a date with this awful, awful person who keeps getting under my skin because my friend and I have been eavesdropping all night and your date says something that makes me snap … I thought it was a first date, not a three year relationship

“...such a waste of money. I mean, why spend all that to get something tacky on your skin?”

Indrid rolls his eyes at Barclay from across the counter of the Amnesty Lodge coffee shop, the cooks arms and hands sporting a plethora of tattoos rivaled only by Indrid’s collection.

“I dunno, l like the one I got.” The other man--who seems to be on the worst first date of his life--shrugs.

“You honestly think you and Juno couldn’t have spent that money on something else in college?”

“I mean maybe but, uh, we were earnin our own cash, figured we got to decide what to spend it on.”

“Hmmmm” the first guy sips his coffee, “sounds like a typical excuse for someone who doesn’t want to admit a mistake.”

“C’mon, that ain’t fair-”

“Ugh, stop saying ain’t! I can’t take someone who talks like that to meet my family.” Before the target of his disdain can respond, he snaps his fingers, “hey, buddy, can I get a refill or what?”

“The station for black coffee refills is right there, sir.” Barclay indicates the very obvious corner of dispensers, his voice the kind of calm that Indrid knows means he’s memorizing this guys face to warn other staff about.

They earn a brief reprieve while The Asshole leaves the table. When he returns, he’s shaking his head.

“God, have you looked at the photos they’ve got up? Who the fuck wants to look at bones?”

Indrid quickly glances at his friend to be sure he’s permitted to start a fight. Barclay nods.

“Quite a lot of people.” Indrid spins on his stool. “I’ve sold a number of them just from the display here. So perhaps you could keep your rude, unclultured, close-minded, obnoxious mouth shut.”

The man balks, looks to his companion for help. He offers none, mouth trying to form words and only coming out with halves of ones (except for the “fucks” which are plentiful).

“Oh my fucking god, you agree with him! That’s it, I’m out.” The Asshole pushes back from the table and storms out. The remaining man leaps up, panicked.

“Fuck.”

“It’s okay man, shitty first dates happen to all of us.” Barclay offers from beside the bakery case.

“I mean yeah, they do, but that wasn’t one of ‘em. That was my boyfriend of three fuckin years.” He dashes out of the shop, sparing a final glare at Indrid as he does.

Indrid trades a sheepish look with his friend, “Oops.”

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“I’m glad you finally get to meet Duck!” Aubrey grins over her shoulder as she and Indrid wind down the hall at the office Kepler magazine.

Founded by childhood friends, Kepler worked a combination of print and video content that saw its subscribers and revenue climb while other publications struggled to stay afloat. Aubrey was head of the video team, though she contributed content to the magazine in the form of interviews about environmental activists of color and sustainable gift guides.

Kepler has three sections: travel, science, and environmental writing. Indrid now has the honor of being one of their primary photographers. He started two weeks ago and is thoroughly enjoying his work and the company of the other staff. The only person he’s yet to meet is Duck Newton, one of the founders and main reporters, as he was off on an assignment.

Aubrey knocks, gets a friendly “come in” and ushers Indrid into the office.

Looking at him from behind the desk is The Asshole’s Boyfriend, whose face goes from open and friendly to confused, then to perturbed.

“You okay?”

“I, uh, fuck, n-ye.” Duck sighs, “remember how I told you Alex and I split after a shitty date in a coffee shop?” He points at Indrid, “this was the fella who, uh, expedited the process.”

“Ohhhh.” Aubrey frowns, then shrugs with a smile, “whelp, he’s our new photographer. We’ll see you around.” She hurries them outside once more, shutting the doors. As they head back the way they came, she whispers, “his ex was a huge fucking dick, so if word gets out everyone is gonna think you’re a fucking hero.”

“He didn’t seem to see it that way.”

“It was only a few weeks ago, so it’s still pretty fresh. He’ll heal from it okay, Duck’s a tough cookie. And I’m sure you guys’ll get along eventually.”

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“Juno, please, you gotta come with me.”

“I would bud, except it’s April and I’s fifth wedding anniversary that weekend. And no, we already have plans, so we can’t just take over this assignment as part of the celebration.”

“Fuck” Duck leans back in his chair.

“...You really asked everyone?”

“Ye-no, fuck-”

“Duck.”

“I ain’t asked Indrid yet.”

“There it is.” Juno smirks, “you gotta ask; besides, we were gonna have him do illustrations for the feature, but photos would be even better. And we both know it ain’t his fault y’all broke up.”

Duck nods, promises to ask Indrid after lunch. He finds the photographer flipping through his files from his shoot for next issues cover. His silver hair is pulled back, red glasses sitting on the desk beside him so he can gauge color correctly.

Duck kind of wants to pull the silver locks just to see what happens. It’s not his fault Indrid looks like his Sophomore roommate who he had a raging crush on, only with more tattoos and a much more captivating face. Pity he helped fuck up Duck’s last chance at a stable relationship.

“Hey, Indrid, you got a minute?”

The photographer cocks his head.

“I, uh, so we got a feature on this whole chunk of places touting themselves as ‘sustainable romantic getaways. I booked a bunch of places, but a lot of ‘em will turn me away if I turn up solo. And the person I was supposed to go with ain’t an option any more. Neither is anyone else. You get my drift?”

Indrid pinches the bridge of his nose, “you realize this is a terrible idea, yes?”

“Hey, we been workin together just fine. Ain’t we? Wait, fuck, I ain’t been treatin you bad even when I’m tryin to be professional, am I?”

“No, you’ve been perfectly polite. But there’s a world of difference between being cordial in an office and going on what’s functionally a vacation together.”

Duck crosses his arms, “I ain’t about to lose eight hundred bucks in deposits.”

Indrid blinks, then chuckles, “Fair. What day do we leave?”

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The temperature rises and the air dries as they speed south on Five. Indrid fiddles with games on his phone as cover for the list of “will this be a disaster or not” he’s mentally constructing. So far the signs are positive; Duck isn’t very chatty, but neither is Indrid. They have similar tastes in music, which makes much more sense when Duck explains he was a burn-out in high school. He also isn’t agitated by Indrid stimming, which makes it easier for the photographer to relax and enjoy the drive.

But they haven’t spoken about the elephant in the car, and Indrid resolves not to be the first to do so. No point in poking the sore spot if he doesn’t have to.

They stop at a Sinclair for gas. Duck reaches into his glovebox for something as Indrid climbs out, comes away with a photo instead. It’s one of those ones from a photobooth, faded but unmistakably him and his ex. His face falls for a second and Indrid scurries into the Dairy Queen attached to the convenience store.

As he waits in line, he turns one fact over in his mind like a picture he’s trying to make sense of; it would be easier to let their awkward first meeting go if he did not genuinely like the other man. He’s charming, in a quiet way, and very friendly. He’s built like the guys Indrid always got useless crushes on in college, usually third tier frat boys or--if he was lucky--a bear a few years older than him who liked his men on the odd side.

He doesn’t like seeing Duck sad. The sadness isn’t something he can fix. The stalemate between these two facts annoy the living hell out of him.

He’s next in line, glances up to confirm what he wants, and gets an idea. Last week, he overheard Duck talking with Aubrey about roadtrip snacks of their youth.

“One chocolate dipped cone, on me.” He holds the treat out to the other man.

“Oh. Uh, thanks. These are my favorite from when I was a kid.” Duck’s smile returns.

“I remembered. Or, ah, that is, I remembered you saying that.”

The smile changes, “you didn’t need to.”

“I wanted to. Shall we?”

“Yep. Uh, you gonna be able to drive and eat that at the same time?”

“Do not doubt my ability to consume ice cream under difficult circumstances, Duck Newton.”

They make it to their first stop unscathed. It’s what Duck refers to as, “eco-bespoke,” a fancy spa and hotel built in a former school, the kind that was made in an era of beautiful instead of grim educational architecture.

“Goats!” Indrid claps his hands, delighted, at the two animals stabled near the main building. One of it’s supposed sustainable elements is the small farm that helps feed the on-site restaurant. Duck smirks and Indrid suddenly feels the gulf in their upbringings, “Ah, I suppose they’re not exciting to someone who grew up in a rural town.”

“Nah, but they’re damn cute.” Duck checks the tag on their room keys, “okay, we’re in the green building, room 2B.”

Indrid snaps some photos as they cross the grounds, more to remind himself of things he wants to come back to later than anything else. He’s busy studying a strange mark on the wall by their door when Duck says, “I can sleep on the floor.”

“Why--oh” he stares at the single bed, “in retrospect, we should have seen this coming.”

“Yeah.” Duck drops his bag near the closet, slides the door to look for spare linens. Indrid summons his courage, finds it lacking, and so bolsters it with nonchalance.

“It’s a king, we could easily share.”

“You’d, uh, you’d be okay with that?”

“It is only narrow definitions of masculinity that mean something like sharing a bed is inherently sexual.”

He’s not entirely sure that made sense, but Duck nods, “You want the right side or left?”

“Right, please.”

“Great. And, uh, Indrid? Thanks for rollin with all this. I, uh, I know it’s fuckin weird but this is a huge feature for the magazine and we woulda been fucked if we had to pull it.”

Indrid gingerly sits on his side of the bed, “You’re welcome. And I don;t know about you, but” he smiles, catches Duck watching him intently in the mirror, “I’m enjoying myself so far.”

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“Why has an activity that renders one incapable of using their thighs been deemed ‘romantic?” Indrid mumbles, face-down on the bed to offer his burning legs relief.

“Fuck if I know.” Duck groans as he sits next to him, “Kinda fun, but if I was doin this to get you in bed, I’d be fucked.”

“I am in bed” Indrid teases.

“And if I tried to put the moves of you you’d toss me outta it. Assumin I could even move myself that close.” Duck nudges him, then clears his throat, “uh, I mean, not like we’d be doin that-”

“Nono, point taken.” Indrid rolls over. The horseback ride was one of the “couples exclusives;” a trot out to a beautiful oasis for a gourmet picnic. Indrid got some excellent shots, including one of Duck with honeycomb dripping down his chin, which he will not be offering up to editors but may keep for himself. For it’s beautiful composition, of course.

Mercifully, their next stop is the pool. Indrid settles himself in the hot tub while Duck types some notes on his phone. Then his friend doffs his bathrobe and Indrid may as well be in a dream. In the steaming, echoing paradise of multi-colored tile and ecstatic shouts, Duck stands like one of the angelic fountains at its heart has come to life.

“You okay there, ‘Drid?”

“Yes.” He hopes his lack of glasses means Duck will mistake his blatant staring for trying to get his vision in focus.

“Then scoot your cu--uh, your butt over so I can sit down.”

Indrid gladly moves aside, finds he’s so comfortable with Duck pressed against him that he begins nodding off in the warm lull of the water. When the other man nudges him, saying it’s time to go, he finds a strong arm draped over his shoulder and Duck’s smile the most relaxed it’s been all trip.

Their last task at this location is to locate the speakeasy somewhere on the premises and order the “lovers delight” (only available to couples). To do so, they follow clues purple light bulbs, doors that lead to tiny, art-filled rooms, secret staircases, and a false supply closet to a dark wooded, dimly lit, incredibly pleasant bar looking out over the property. The drink turns out to be a massive goblet (more a bowl that someone stuck on a stem) of ginger syrup, prickly pear juice, and silver tequila.

It also turns out to be incredibly strong. So much so that when they get back to the room, Indrid loses his balance getting his shoes off, which makes Duck laugh, which results in both of them flopping onto the bed.

“S’fun. You’re, you’re real good at the clues. Should, should go to an escape room when we get home.”

“Wasn’t, hic, that hard. They, they want, hic, want you to find it.”

“Take the compliment, goofus” Duck pushes his shoulder.

“You’re, hic, the goofus.”

“Nuh uh.” Duck sticks his tongue out. Indrid does the same, then licks his cheek just to hear him laugh.

Duck rolls onto his back, giggles dying down to a contemplative sigh, “He woulda hated this.”

“Your ex?” Indrid crawls to stay close to him.

“Yeah. Everythin I like, or, or thought was fun, he thought it was a waste of time or just plain worthless. He, he wasn’t like that at the start. Dunno what changed. Probably me. Probably got borin. Got worse.”

Indrid is not so drunk that he believes he can fix this. But he’s just drunk enough to stroke Duck’s cheek and murmur, “No. Nono, hic, you’re th’best.”

He doesn’t remember falling asleep after that, but he must have, because his phone is beeping at them to get up and face the day. They do so with to-go coffees in one hand and their bags in the other, neither speaking of the night before until Indrid has turned the car into deeper desert.

“Sorry for gettin on a thing about Alex last night.”

“It was a three year relationship; goodness knows you’re allowed to have feelings about it.”

“Even relief?”

Indrid glances at him, “Of course.”

His friend leans back in his seat, sipping from his travel mug, “That’s half the reason I been in such a funk. I feel like I oughta be sad, then I feel guilty for the fact I’m relieved instead. But if I really was that unhappy in it, why did I hang around so long? Maybe that was the best I deserved, y’know?”

“I know the feeling, yes, but I can’t say I agree with your statement. You deserve someone who sees you for who you are and adores it, not someone who loved what you once were and became bitter when you grew.”

Duck looks at the console between them, at Indrid’s chipped black nails and the hand he hopes isn’t shaking. He squeezes it a moment longer than necessary, “Thanks, ‘Drid. It’s nice to hear that from someone who’s still gettin to know me. Juno and them, they’re my friends, I know they’re in my corner but, uh, sometimes I worry that anyone new is gonna find me dull or somethin like that.”

“I’m sure some people would, just as some take one look at me and decide I’m a weirdo who they don’t want to deal with. But I can say with certainty that I don’t find you that way.”

Duck grins all the way to their destination. It’s a quirky trailer park full of amenities and built mostly from salvaged materials, doing it’s best to run off the grid. It also gives each trailer a theme, and Indrid flaps his hands when he sees they’ve been booked in the “The Cramps” themed one.

“Hell yeah.” Duck mirrors his excitement as they open the door. Their haven from the desert sun is full of kitschy horror artifacts and a much smaller bed than the previous spot. There’s no debate this time; Indrid settles on the right, Duck on the left, and they settle in for a nap before venturing out to work.

They take in the bar, the arcade, the mini-golf course, and the “couples supply room” (“damn, didn’t know they made eggnog scented massage oil” “ooh, I like how that smells”), but Duck turns out to be most excited to rent a stargazing kit and guide Indrid out into the dark desert. They’re on their backs, shoulder to shoulder and munching chocolate covered fruit, when he discovers the source of his glee.

“There!” Duck points to a crackling streak of silver.

“A meteor” Indrid wiggles happily as a second one speeds through his view.

“It’s the Perseids, and this is a damn good place to watch ‘em. Look, there’s another one.” He’s breathless each time and Indrid’s heart threatens to beat hard enough to crack the earth at the sound.

“Did you ever wish on stars when you were little?”

“Yep. Never asked for much worth notin, though I’m pretty sure I wished once to just wake up and be a boy. Or, uh, guess for everyone to see me as one. What about you?”

“I wished...I wished for someone to do things like this with, some who’d kiss me and tell me that they didn’t need to wish because what they wanted was right here.. I love the world, I want to see so much of it, that’s half the reason I chose my profession.. But when I was young I thought I’d be with someone when I did. I thought it was easy to find that kind of love. To be worthy of it.”

“Hey now” Duck rolls onto his side. He’s backlit by the moon, meteors zipping behind him as if they, just like Indrid, are pulled to him, “what happened to all the stuff you said in the car about deservin someone who adores you?”

“It’s easy to apply such things to you, harder to believe them about myself.”

“How come?”

“Because you are everything a sensible person could want in a man and I am not.”

“That’s where you’re wrong” He sets a hand next to Indrid’s shoulder, “Can think of at least one sensible fella who wants to get to know you a whole hell of a lot.”

“He’ll get to know me plenty, we’re co-workers.”

“There are different kinds of gettin to know someone.” Duck dips down, brushes their noses together, “for instance, the last few days I’ve gotten to know you’re a damn good travel companion and that Ned was smart to hire you. But I’ve also gotten to know there’s some things about you I really wanna know.”

“Such as?” Indrid’s fingers find Duck’s sides.

“Such as whether you wanna go on a date with me when we get back. No assignment, just the two of us gettin some time together.”

“I want nothing more.” He leans up to kiss him, feels him shudder happily when their lips meet. Indrid wonders how long it’s been since someone kissed Duck like they meant it, and resolves to make up any deficits with an enthusiasm that would put horny eighteen year olds to shame.

Indrid nips Ducks ear, “you know, were it not for the threat of mosquitos and scorpions, I’d suggest we make good use of the non-food items in that basket.”

Ducks grin lights Indrid up like a comet, “Then howsabout we go test just how conducive our trailer is to romance?”

Indrid kisses him adoringly, “Lead on, sweetheart; I’ll follow you anywhere.”

#indruck #indrid cold/ duck newton #meet ugy

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renaxwrites · 4 years

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Tsukki is my mans but since you're writing the amazing series known as Eleven, I shall refrain for asking for him, but may I ask for some cute relationship/how they are as a boyfriend headcanons for Akaashi, Semi and Bakugou? (idk if you're okay with mixing the bnha and haikyuu characters but I love them and I'd love to see your writing for them uwu)

Boyfriend Material - (Akaashi, Semi, Bakugou)

a/n : I’m such a hoe™ for akaashi lmaoo but don’t tell him that ;) Rq I’m sorry if Semi is short, I don’t know too much about him! Also heck YES I love love love bnha, Baku is one of my favs 💕 part 2 part 3

akaashi

Oh boyyyy get ready to be loved!!

Not big on pda, but instead professes his love through gestures

Little love notes, slipping snacks in your bag cause you were running late, bringing an extra jacket since he already knows you’ll ask for his

Loves affection. KING of kisses. Allows you vip access to play with his silky hair

A whole GENTLEMAN! I’m talking opening doors for you, pushing in/out your chair, making sure you get inside your house before he leaves

You: “I am more than capable of opening my own door, keiji.”

Akaashi: “You better. Not ever. Touch a door handle. In front of me. Or else.”

Mans smells gooodd. Results in you stealing his clothes just so you can smell him

Kinda needs his clothes tho, so he buys you a bottle of his cologne. He DOES give you a couple shirts/hoodies tho. What kind of bf would he be if he didn’t?

The two of you are usually joined at the hip. Not that y’all are clingy, it’s just you both function better around each other and genuinely enjoy each other’s company, so y’all are always vibing together

Cue third wheel bokuto

He’s a pretty blunt fella, so he will tend to compliment you a lot. He knows you look good, so he doesn’t see a point in not mentioning it

Dates with akaashi are always interesting. Feel like staying in? Movie night and takeout. Fair nearby? He’s stealing you and taking you on the first day it arrives. Test coming up? Lucky for you, he’s huge on studying. He’ll prep you like his life depends on it. Food cravings? Hop in his car, he’ll find somewhere really good to satisfy your hunger. (remember: no door handle touching!!)

Overall, y’all are married at this point. At least Bokuto says so. Akaashi def doesn’t argue w that

semi

Homie lowkey a sucker for touchies

Just not in front of the team. Even giving him a hug makes him go red and lose all brain cells. Which his teammates will def remind him about lol

Other than that, he absolutely loves affection

Spontaneous kisses? Lives for them

Holding on his hand when you’re nervous or just want comfort? He’ll caress his thumb over your hand to let you know he’s there for you

Your hugs and comfort are the first thing he seeks after something goes amiss in his life. Something about your presence is something he needs, like air or water

He will never take your motivation for granted, whether it’s a wish of good luck before a match or screaming he’s your #1, even if they lost

You’re his rock, and he is yours.

bakugo

Real tea, this man is really just a big baby and needs attention all the time, even when he doesn’t act like it

You seriously mean a lot to him if you scored him

You are the only one to calm his crazy self down (izuku owes you so many favors for saving his life)

Has a front in public, but the second that door is closed, he’s putty in your hands

Is pretty much touch deprived, therefore LOVES to touch you

Obsessed w playing with your hair, loves to smell your shampoo

Post-workout cuddles are def a thing

You: “Katsuki, we should get going, we can cuddle again laterrr”

Bakugo: “5 more minutes babe. I’m recharging, almost done”

He may be tough but he’s still not used to feeling all fuzzy at any type of kiss

Quick pecks, long affectionate kisses, intense makeouts, all make him weakkk

To other’s eyes it may be a simple relationship, but you two both know it’s much deeper than that

He would put his life on the line for you, and that’s saying a lot

He trusts you with everything he has, and vice versa

Overall, wholesome relationship with this tantrum baby

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witchygagirlwrites · 4 years

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Confessions

A friends with benefits arrangement with Kelly ends up being so much more. @gottaboopthesnoot fluff?

The first time you'd ended up in bed with Kelly both of you were coming off of being dumped. You walked into Molly's with the intention to just have a few drinks then head home alone. April and Ethan were headed out as you were headed in so you thanked Ethan for holding the door open for you then headed to the bar.

"Herrman my good man can I please get a whiskey on the rocks and make it a double" he let out a low whistle and started making your drink "Rough day sweetheart?" You wanted to laugh but simply shook your head "I lost two patients that came into med today then my dumbass now former boyfriend decided it was in fact too stressful to be dating a doctor who refused to transfer from emergency medicine" "Yikes. Here this will make you feel a little better" you took the glass from him with a smile and slid the money across the bar plus some for the tip jar "Thanks Herrman"

He walked away so you glanced around the room. Jay was sitting in the corner with Will, Adam and Kevin. They waved when they spotted you so headed over "Hey fellas how's it going?" Will cut his eyes at your glass "Bout as good as yours" you laughed then looked from Adam to Kevin "Bad day?" Kevin letting out a breath told you all you needed to know so you turned back towards the bar "Herrman I got the next round for this table!" He nodded "You got it sweetheart"

You patted Jay's shoulder before you walked off and said "see you boys later"

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You headed for a corner booth and spotted Kelly sitting alone. You sat next to him on a stool and bumped his hand "Well hello Severide" he smiled up at you "Hey Y/N" you noticed he was lacking a certain blonde appendage he'd acquired "Where's shit what's her name..Kristy? Brittany?" "Jessica and she dumped me by text around eleven this morning" you did laugh then and held up your phone "I got dumped at two in between losing a seventy year old to hypothermia and a sixteen year old to a ruptured appendix of all things" he tilted his head with a laugh "Ok you win"

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The two of you ended up talking for the better part of an hour. "Well I guess I'm gonna head home" you said pushing your glass away. "Want a ride?" He asked so you shrugged. He'd only had one beer and it was long gone "Sure"

You slipped your jacket back on then followed him outside and to where he'd parked his mustang. You smiled when he held the passenger door open "What a gentleman" he walked around then slid into the driver's seat. You watched him as you buckled up then he pulled out onto the road.

Kelly had always been a good looking guy. He was a little cocky at times but damn you'd bet two months salary he could back it up. You shook your head to clear the sudden rush of hormones then turned to look out the window until Kelly pulled up behind your car and parked. "Want to come in for some coffee?" You asked without even thinking and were rewarded with that gorgeous smile of his "Sure"

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One thing led to another and the morning light found the two of you tangled up in your sheets and each other. You woke up and felt his warmth at your back as memories from the previous night flooded your mind. When he woke up he let his lips trail lazily over your bare shoulder "Morning" hearing his voice so thick with sleep while feeling him pressed hard against you made you squirm slightly "Morning" you said with a smile that turned into a gasp when he bit down gently on your shoulder. "Are you wanting to continue last night?" You asked reaching back to pull him forward for a kiss "If you do" was his response.

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That had been over four months ago. The two of you weren't dating per say as much as blowing off steam or well you were pretty sure that's how it was for Kelly. You had started falling for him somewhere along the month and a half mark. How could you not? He was gorgeous, amazing in bed, one of the sweetest men you'd ever known and genuinely seemed to care about you.

You were scared that if you told him how you felt you'd more than likely not only lose him out your bed but as a friend also and you weren't really to risk it so you buried it.

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You were at work grabbing test results from Maggie when a bad wave of nausea washed over you. "You ok Y/N? You look a little green?" She asked so you forced a smile "I haven't eaten. After I sign off on Mrs. Rodriguez I'll come raid your snack drawer"

"You know where it is" she replied with a smile even if she still seemed apprehensive. You told Mrs. Rodriguez her aftercare instructions and was walking out her room when another wave of nausea hit and the next thing you knew the world went black.

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You woke up in an exam room with an iv of fluid going into your arm. Will was shining a light in your eyes "Jesus Y/N you scared all of us. I'm gonna run some bloodwork. It appears like you're just dehydrated but I want to make sure""Thanks Will" you said right before he walked out. Some doctor you were, couldn't even keep yourself healthy.

You heard a knock on the door before Maggie popped her head in with a bottle of juice in her hand "No solids until your blood work is back but this should help" you sat up a little and took the juice "Thanks Maggie. I don't know what happened. I mean I've been feeling a little off but I thought it was just all the hours I've been working" she patted your hand reassuringly then said "Just rest. We'll figure it out"

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"Run that by me one more time Halstead" you repeated despite reading the results yourself "You're about eight weeks. That's what caused the fainting. We can make you an appointment with the OB of your choice to discuss options but for today Goodwin wants you to head home and rest. Natalie is going to cover your shift for the next couple days"

"Thanks Will" you were in a bit of a fog as you walked out and to your car. How the hell were you supposed to tell Kelly?

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You made it a few blocks before you had to pull over. You were crying hard enough your shoulders were shaking what the hell were you going to do?

A baby. You were in love with Kelly and pregnant and he was clueless to both of those things. You wanted to keep the baby but you also knew you had to tell him.

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Once you managed to get home you grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. You needed a hot shower to clear your mind. You'd texted Kelly that Goodwin had sent you home so he'd in return texted back saying he'd be over the next morning when he got off shift.

At least you had twelve or so hours before you had to face him. You could eat and sleep.

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No matter how you laid all you could think about was the fact that you had a baby inside of you. Yours and Kelly's baby. You finally managed to fall asleep curled up on your side.

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You were woke up around seven to a pounding at your door and your phone ringing. You picked it up to see you had seven missed calls and the person currently calling was Kelly.

You answered it but instead of saying hello you asked "Is that you at my door?" "Been here for ten minutes sweetheart. Started to kick it in. I was getting worried" you smiled despite yourself "I'll come let you in" then hung up.

Your nerves started fluttering and you cursed when a wave of nausea hit you again. The moment you unlocked the door you barely saw Kelly's face before you had to hold up one finger and rush to the bathroom.

Kelly kicked the door shut and quickly followed you. When he saw the position you were in he crouched behind you pulling your hair out the way and started rubbing small circles into your back.

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Once your stomach was emptied either nerves or hormones or both hit you and you started to cry. Kelly pulled you into his arms and sat leaned against the wall gently rocking you for god knows how long before you managed to calm down "Baby what's wrong?" He asked and you almost started crying again.

"Kelly I'm sorry" he pulled back far enough to look in your face "about what?" You could tell he was so confused about everything so you took a deep breath then just decided to rip the bandaid off "I'm in love with you and I'm eight weeks pregnant"

A thousand emotions flashed across his face. Shock was the most prominent. You started to try to stand up but he pulled you back down in his lap "Hold on Y/N just let me catch up. You said you love me?" You nodded "It's ok if you don't feel the same way" he cut you off by his lips crashing into yours.

When he pulled away he smiled "I love you too. I have for a while. Now about that second thing you said?" You swallowed hard and looked into those bright blue eyes that you loved so much "Remember that close call you had? And we spent the entire night in bed?" He nodded slowly "Well I apparently got pregnant that night" you nearly whispered glancing down at your hands.

Several long silent seconds flicked by before he said "So you love me and I'm gonna be a dad. Not how I figured this would go" you looked up to meet his eyes right as he added "but I'm happy and I will be here for you and our baby every step of the way"

You started crying again but this time it was tears of relief "I love you Kelly" "I love you too Y/N" he said with a smile then ran his hand across your stomach and leaned down before saying "and we both love you"

#kelly severide x reader #kelly severide fanfiction #chicago fire imagine #chicago fire fanfiction #chicago fire drabble

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sarcastically-defensive17 · 4 years

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Heeeey 👀 Can you maybe write some Luke and reader being best friends where she have deeper feelings but he's just oblivious and claims he doesn't so one day Luke's talking about a possible love interest and she leaves the room and Calum follows her and hug her cause br0hs and Luke watch them and can't explain why is he feeling jealous so the next days he's an ass to Cal and they talk and Cal is like "just tell her you love her or someone else will« and he realizes he's in love and fluffy end 👀

Make Your Move - L. Hemmings

Hello my love! I’m so sorry this took so long! Thank you so much for the request! Requests are getting filled now, as I am on break from Uni! Hope you enjoy!

Original story by sarcastically-defensive17

Luke was an intelligent person. He knew random things, he could memorize the chords to the most difficult of songs, solve math problems in seconds. He was a smart man.

But he was also the most ignorant person to walk across the face of the Earth.

Anybody could see the way that Y/N looked at him. How she seemed as if he brought the light to her world when he walked in the room.

When he spoke, she listened. When he joked, she laughed. When he threw his arms around her shoulders and kissed her cheek, her heart hammered away at her rib cage.

She had feelings for her best friend that were far deeper than one normally experiences with their friends. She wanted to grow old with him, share his last name, build a family and a life with him like she desired with no other.

“All I’m saying is, if Luke could walk around with Yoda in his backpack, why couldn’t I, whose name is also Luke, carry Petunia around with me?”

Calum rolled his eyes behind his phone, attempting to ignore the conversation being had between two of his friends. Ashton and Luke has originally been engaged in a conversation about Star Wats which quickly developed into what they would each do if they were living as Luke Skywalker.

Calum has zero care for the conversation, and didn’t pipe his head up from behind his device until he heard the ringing of Luke’s phone.

“September” by Earth, Wind and Fire flooded the room. The signal for a call from Y/N. Luke had made sure to alter his ringtone for her on the second day of their friendship after he discovered it was her favourite song.

“Hey Boo,” he answered, ignoring Ashton and walking to another room to carry out his conversation.

Ashton smirked at his friend as Luke walked away, sending him a knowing look. They could see the obvious tension between the two, yet they knew Y/N would never confess her crush and Luke was too oblivious to realize his feelings for her.

Michael sauntered into the room, a cringe deepening his features, “How can they talk to each other in such a lovey and gross way, yet not be together? It’s making me have an identity crisis.”

“They need to just call it a day and admit that they’re desperately in love with one another so I can get some peace,” Ashton whined. They were all currently occupying his lounge room, Michael going as far as to raid his kitchen for any type of snack he could get his hands on. Even if that meant the bunch of snacks from Australia that he had hidden from the man.

“There is no peace with us around. You should be used to that by now.” Calum had his phone in front of his face again. The guys often joked that he was chatting up some woman or looking at nsfw content, when in reality, Y/N got him hooked on Candy Crush and he’s dying to beat her high score.

“Yeah, yeah, of course. Yeah, sure, I’ll see you in an hour.” Luke sauntered back into the room, a grin on his features that shone with genuine glee as he slid his phone back into the pocket of his trackpants.

“Got another date with our favourite Y/N?” Michael winked, a mouth full of Shapes.

Luke fought to keep the slight pink tinge from his cheeks, rolling his eyes at Michael. “It’s never a date. She’s my best friend, you know that.”

“You only say that because you’re scared that I’ll take offense. It’s okay, Muke can live on, even if you are with Y/N.”

Luke didn’t bother justifying Michael’s words with an answer. He hated when his friends would act like teenagers, gossiping and chiding him for his apparent crush on his best friend. Even if he didn’t have any feelings for her like that.

“Mate, you’re not fooling any of us,” Calum dropped his device into his lap, fixing his taller friend with an amused gaze. “You don’t need to keep your secrets from us. We won’t go spreading your business.”

Luke huffed, snatching a band from his wrist to tie his hair back. “There’s nothing to tell. Get it through your thick heads, fellas. Y/N is my best friend. Nothing more and will be nothing more.”

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Y/N always felt most at ease when Luke was around. Despite her deep admiration for him, they had been friends for far longer than she had longed for him, and they knew one another inside and out.

Well... almost.

Calum had tagged along for their fortnightly movie night, and she found herself situated on the lounge between the two, her head on Luke’s shoulder and popcorn on her lap for the two men to claim when they wanted.

It was a battle between the two, as both wanted to hold the bowl so they could hog the snack, but she pulled rank and retrieved the booty.

They were almost an hour and a half into the first Avengers movie, and Luke had been glued to his phone the entire time. Even worse, his phone was on loud. Chiming every few seconds and interrupting Loki’s monologue and almost every word that Tony Stark spoke.

Both Calum and Y/N were at their wits end, but Y/N was far too polite to say anything.

Calum, on the other hand, gave zero fucks.

“Luke, so help me god, then your phone on silent or invite us and the whole cast of this damn movie into your conversation. We’re trying to listen,” the man snapped, causing Y/N to jump. Calum places his hand on her knee with an apologetic smile and Luke’s eyes lingered on the touch.

“Fine, sorry. Didn’t realize that the movie you both have seen over twenty times was so easily disrupted by the sound of my phone.” He stuck his tongue out at Y/N as she sent him a faux-glare. She was the kindest person he knew, and he often found himself spending hours thinking over her purity and angelic qualities.

She was admirable in his eyes.

“Nah.” Calum snatched the remote from the coffee table, switching the television off and twisting his body to face his two friends. “Now you need to spill. I want to know what’s so important that you can’t devote your attention to your two best friends and their favourite movie.”

Luke had half a brain to tell Calum to keep his nose to himself, but the curiosity in Y/N’s eyes made him want to spill his guts. She had more power over him than any of his other best friends had ever held. She had always been different. Something about her struck a different chord in him, and he could never figure out what it was.

Luke shifted slightly, waiting for Y/N to regain her position on his shoulder before wrapping one arm around her and directing his gaze to his brown-eyed friend.

“Jack gave me the number of one of his friends - Allie. We’ve been texting all day,” Luke said, attempting to keep his excitement on the down low. Y/N had always been sensitive on the topic of relationships. She never found comfort when in them, as if she were holding out for one thing. Luke would be damned if he knew what it was. “We’re going to get coffee next week.”

“That’s... that’s really good, mate. I’m happy for you,” Calum smiled at him, clapping a hand on his shoulder, making sure to avoid Y/N’s head.

She looked up at Luke, offering a tight smile that appeared more forced than genuine. Calum was eyeing her, switching his gaze between his two friends to gauge both of their reactions.

It was silent for a moment.

“I, Uh, I’ll be back in a second,” Y/N cleared her throat, avoiding the eyes on her as she stood quickly and walked from the room.

Luke watched her leave, feeling something pang in his chest. His phone pinged on his lap once again, and he visibly smiled at the message on his phone.

But it did nothing to quell the tightness in his chest that followed Y/N’s absence.

Calum excused himself to use the bathroom, although it fell on deaf ears as Luke was far too absorbed in his phone, and the woman on the other end of the line.

Calum expected to hear the sound of somebody crying, given how fast Y/N’s feet had carried her out of the room. Instead, she was stood with her palms pressed against the granite countertop of her kitchen, head hung and shoulder slumped.

It was silent enough that they could hear Luke tapping away on his phone with the movie still paused in the background, even if they were separated by a bathroom between the two rooms.

She heard him enter, knowing full well that he would have followed her. Calum was a good friend like that. After all, he had done the same when Luke felt uncomfortable being around Y/N and her ex boyfriend six months prior.

“I’m fighting a losing battle, aren’t I?” She whispered, allowing Calum to properly listen to the pain in her tone.

His heart broke at the sound. “YN-“

“No matter how hard I try to let him know how much I care about him, it doesn’t work. I tell him how I feel and he thinks that I’m saying it as a friend, because that’s all I’ll ever be to him,” she mumbles, turning to press her back against the granite, and he watches as a tear rolls down her cheek. “He will never feel the same about me, so I don’t know why I’m trying to make something of nothing.”

He walks towards her, his large hands holding both of her shoulders in his palms. He’s at a loss for words, mouth gaping as he rubs the joints in his hand, before slipping his hands down to hers, all while trying to bring words to his tongue.

He knew that Luke felt the same about her, even if he didn’t realize it. It was obvious in the way he looked at Y/N, how he reacted to her presence, how he rarely stopped talking about her. Their entire friendship had been like looking at the naïve honeymoon phase, yet neither would openly confess their love for one another and believe the other.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he starts, testing the words before committing to his speech. “I wish I could grab him and shake him, sometimes.”

“I do too,” she sighed, pulling her hands from his and wrapping her arms round his waist.

He held her in his embrace, offering any comfort he could, unaware of the icy eyes fixing him with a glare as harsh as he could muster from the entryway.

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It wasn’t out of the ordinary for Luke to wake up with his friends in his house. After all, he often did the same to them. However, there was one person he definitely didn’t want to see, albeit, the person that was standing in his kitchen, drinking his coffee and reading his paper.

Calum seemed to want many things that Luke had as of late.

“Hey mate,” Calum chirped as Luke entered the kitchen. The mere sight of the man annoyed him, and he was flooded with an overwhelming sense of jealousy. He was not in the mood to deal with Calum at the moment.

Luke did all he could do not growl at the man upon sight, and instead chose to grab his own coffee and walk out of the room.

Calum and Luke had been friends for years, and held the kind of friendship that had never been dampened by an argument or a tiff of any kind.

Immediately, Calum was confused. He trailed after Luke, taking a seat next to him on the lounge as the blonde flicked through the channels on the television.

“How’d you sleep?” Calum asked, settling his gaze on the television yet his mind was focused on his friend.

“Fine.”

“Just fine?” Cal chuckled slightly, awkwardly.

“Yup.”

Calum flared his nostrils, shifting his eyes to now be on Luke. If he was going to get one syllable answers, even he would do so while trying to force the problem out of his friend.

“Have any weird dreams?”

“No.”

He still stared at Luke’s profile, eyes not moving.

“Petunia going on a diet anytime soon?”

“No.”

“She’s overweight, isn’t she?”

“Yup.”

“You should consider putting her on a diet then.”

He watched Luke set his jaw, sighing heavily through his nose as he tried to focus on the programme playing on the screen.

“Who do you prefer: Jared Leto or Joaquin Phoenix as they joker-“

“What the fuck are you trying to achieve here, Calum?” He snapped, running a hand grouch his long hair and avoiding the amused gaze of Calum.

“Just trying to figure out what has your knickers in a twist, Lucas. You barely spoke when I came back from the bathroom at Y/N’s last night and now you’re the single syllable king. What’s up your ass?”

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t know you realised anything was wrong, considering you were too busy being all over Y/N last night,” Luke snapped, still avoiding looking at Calum. He was far too annoyed.

A chuckle fell from the Brunets’ lips as he rested back against the arm of the lounge, still locking his gaze on Luke. “I knew it. I thought you saw me hug Y/N last night. That makes perfect sense now; you’re jealous.”

The smirk on Calum’s face made Luke want to smack it off.

“I’m not jealous-“

“Bullshit.”

“I’m not-“

“Bullshit.” Calum clapped his hands twice, finding the situation amusing. “When are you going to get it through your pretty skull that you have feelings for her?”

“Because I don’t!” Luke’s voice was harsher than he intended. He didn’t have feelings for Y/N. He couldn’t. It would just complicate things more.

He didn’t have feelings for her, he was sure of it. So what if sometimes he couldn’t stop looking at her. Or sometimes he couldn’t get her off of his mind, or couldn’t stop thinking about how amazing she is. So what if sometimes he wanted to kiss her, and hold her, and call her his.

There was a beat of silence. Amusement for Calum, shocking realization for Luke.

“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath.

“There it is,” Calum smirked again, watching as Luke slumped, his face in both hands. “Do you have any idea how crazy she is for you? I was with her last night because she was upset. Every time you find a new girl, she gets more upset. She tried to tell you how she felt, she’s tried many times-“

“But I always brush it off as platonic feelings,” the words came out in a groan, his heart sinking into his stomach at the thought of how Y/N felt all of those times where he brushed off her admissions with an utterance of the words “pal” or “mate”.

Calum sighed. He wanted nothing more than for the two to finally dispose of the overwhelming tension between them.

“Look, you were jealous seeing me hug her last night, yeah?” Luke nodded, eyes downcast in thought. “Well, mate, I think it’s time you tell her you love her, before somebody else does. She can’t wait around for you forever.”

The words acted as a spark, igniting something inside of Luke, causing him to rush out of the door in just his tracksuit pants, shoes and with his keys in hand. He hadn’t considered changing out of his pajamas, his mind was focused on one thing.

He made his way to Y/N’s house in quick time, mine already made up. He couldn’t lose her. He couldn’t let his own ignorance get in the way of what Calum helped him realise. He was jealous because he wants her to be his. He was wants to be able to hold her and take away her pain. He wants to feel her lips on his. He wants to tell her the three words that have often been on his lips before.

The minute her front door was in sight, his knuckles were making contact. Three short and fast rasps, alerting her to his presence in the same way he had for the entirety of their friendship.

She pulled the door open with a small smile, her eyes were weary and she looked as if she had nor long woken up.

He didn’t give himself a chance to dispute his actions, his hands made purchase on each side of her face and his lips connected with hers in the most delicate way he knew how, hesitating and waiting for any sign of disapproval.

When it didn’t come, he melted into her touch, feeling her hands rest against his exposed chest.

He pulled back for a second, taking in air. “I should have done that a long time ago. I’m so sorry I’m an idiot.”

Y/N chuckled softly, voice gravelly from sleep and the lack of use, “Yeah, you are an idiot.”

She connected her lips with his again, a short peck. “The best idiot.”

He led her into her house backwards, kicking the door shut with his foot and connecting his lips with hers once again.

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scorpio-skies · 4 years

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OC as a Companion Meme!

NAME: Nora Hart

FOUND: Near Sunshine Tidings Co-Op, fighting raiders at the church.

COMPANION PERK: The Bear Necessities - Acquire Honey the yao guai as an extra companion.

ROMANCEABLE: Yes

(I was tagged for this a very long time ago, but always wanted to do it! Tagging: @eluvisen @mrninjapineapple @ariejul @sociallyacceptablemadness @lothrilzul @slothssassin @mars-colony @lookbluesoup @tarberrymentats @leporidaefluff @charomiami @beckiboos and anybody who’d like to do it! If you’ve done it before feel free to rb your original unless you wanna make another for a diff OC >:3c but no pressure at all!)

WEAPON OF CHOICE:

Lucky (.357 magnum revolver from FNV ;p)

Combat rifle

I THINK WE SHOULD TRAVEL TOGETHER:

“Then let’s hit the road!”

“Time for another adventure? Count me in!”

“You can count on me, boss!”

“Let’s get going, then!”

“The road’s a-calling.”

“Sounds like fun!”

(Romanced) “Good! I was hoping for some quality time with you.”

(Romanced) “I’d follow you anywhere, love. Lead on.”

USE MELEE:

“This is too close for comfort!”

“Let’s hit ‘em hard and fast!”

“Just go down already!”

“It’s about to get messy!”

USE RANGED:

“I’ve got your back!”

“They won’t get past me.”

“Nothing like a long-distance relationship!”

“Got it!”

OPEN INVENTORY:

“That’ll be twenty-caps. Just kidding!”

“What do you need?”

“Here’s what I’ve got!”

“Sure thing -- just don’t mess up my pack.”

(Romanced) “Oh? Did you get me something nice?”

IF OVERENCUMBERED:

“See, this is why caravans have carts and brahmin.”

“Shame Honey isn’t here to carry that for us… / Why don’t you see if Honey’ll carry it for ya?”

“I mean, I love junk as much as the next gal but... don’t you think you’re overdoing it?”

“Let me carry some of that for you.”

“You’re gonna hurt your back like that!”

“Your pack’s gonna pop…”

STAY CLOSE:

“I’m with you.”

“Right beside you.”

“I’m here.”

KEEP DISTANCE:

“Gotcha.”

“You got it.”

"Sure."

STEALTH:

"The sneaky way, huh?"

"Like shadows."

"Alright, let's go quietly."

"They won't know what hit em."

BACKUP:

“Oh! Sorry."

"I'll give you some space."

“Sorry -- don’t mean to be stepping on your toes!”

BE PASSIVE:

“Always worth negotiating!”

“I definitely prefer talking to violence.”

“Sounds good to me, boss. I’d prefer not to shoot if I don’t have to.”

“Turn on the charm!”

“You’re quite the people person.”

“You’re a real charmer, ain’t ya?”

(Romanced) “That’s my hero!”

BE AGGRESSIVE:

“Just say the word, boss.”

“I’m ready.”

“Guess it’s too late to ask them nicely?”

“Alright. Let’s bring the mayhem.”

“Well, if we can’t talk them down…”

USE STIMPAK:

“Ow… thanks, boss.”

“Ugh, needles… remind me not to get shot again.”

“Phew that’s better.”

“Thanks -- I’m good.”

“Back to it!”

WAIT HERE:

“Don’t go too far, okay?”

“Alright. Hurry back before I get too bored though, yeah?”

“Okay, I’ll be here.”

FOLLOW ME:

“Welcome back, boss!”

“Alright, let’s get back to it!”

“Lead on, boss. I’m with you.”

“Glad to have you back.”

LOVER’S EMBRACE:

“That was a good roll in the hay…”

“Jackpot!”

“Now that’s what I call a rodeo...”

“Morning beautiful/handsome!”

“Could stay all day in bed with you…”

“I love you. I want you to know that.”

DISMISSED:

“Well, you know where I’ll be.”

“Alright then. Take care of yourself, boss. You know where to find me.”

“Okay then. I’ll tell Kammie and Honey you said hi.”

“Alright -- you be careful, though. You hear me?”

“Time to head home then -- come and see us soon, yeah?”

(Romanced) “If that’s what you want, just… come home safe to me, alright? I’ll be waiting for you.”

ENEMIES (LONG RANGE)

“Today is not your lucky day!”

“You’re gonna regret this!”

“Shouldn’t pick fights ya can’t finish!”

“Hope you’ve made your peace!”

(Raiders) “You’re not gotta loot us!”

(Raiders) “You’re not hurting anybody else!”

(Raiders) “Time to answer for your crimes!”

(Gunners) “Let’s teach these thugs how to shoot!”

(Gunners) “I ain’t losing to the likes of you!”

(Gunners) “Hope those caps were worth your life!”

(Insects) “Ugh. These things creep me out!”

(Insects) “Buzz off!”

(Synths/Robots) “I’m gonna sell you for scrap!”

(Synths/Robots) “Time to shut you down permanently!”

(Super mutants) “Why are they always so big and angry?”

(Super mutants) “We’re not on the menu!”

(Super mutants) “I’m not going in some meat bag!”

(Behemoth/Mirelurk Queen) “Holy shit!”

(Behemoth/Mirelurk Queen) “The bigger they are, the harder they’ll fall!”

(Feral ghouls) “These things creep me out.”

(Feral ghouls) “Boss! Ferals!”

(Deathclaw) “Deathclaw! Run!”

(Deathclaw) “Deathclaw! Look out!”

(Yao Guai) “Don’t tell Honey!”

(Yao Guai) “I’m sorry bear!”

(Dogs/Radstags/Brahmiluff) “God I hate having to do that.”

(Dogs/Radstags/Brahmiluff/mole rats) “I’m sorry -- you left me no choice.”

(Critical Kill) “WOO! Nice shot!”

(Critical Kill) “Lucky hit!”

ENEMIES (CLOSE RANGE)

“Bring it!”

“Let’s dance!”

“Look out!”

“They’re on us!”

(Insects) “Ugh -- I hate these things!”

(Insects) “Disgusting!”

(Insects) “You’re really starting to bug me!”

(Synths/Robots) “Where’s the off switch?”

(Children of Atom) “Hope you said your prayers!”

(Super mutants) “Wow, you’re a big fella.”

(Super mutants) “What do these guys eat? No -- don’t answer that.”

(Super mutants) “I am not a snack!”

(Feral ghouls) “Get away from me!”

(Feral ghouls) “Shit!”

(Feral ghouls) “Way too close!”

(Mirelurks) “These guys sure are crabby!”

WHEN ENTERING:

GOODNEIGHBOR

“Well, this looks like a good place to get mugged.”

“Ah, Goodneighbor. Crime capital of the Commonwealth -- watch your back here, boss.”

“Yeah, Goodneighbor has walls but it’s got plenty of cut-throats within them. We’ll need to watch our backs. Also our caps.”

“Oh, boss. You always take me to the ‘nicest’ places.”

“Is everyone’s staring at us, or is that just me?”

DIAMOND CITY

“So, this is the great green jewel of the Commonwealth… I’ll have to get Kammie a souvenir.”

“Hey -- mind if we stop by the market? I wanna see if I can wrangle us some deals.”

“Noodles? Served by a robot? Kammie is not gonna believe this...”

“Do you think these people ever get tired of looking at the walls?”

“So this is the infamous Dugout… You hear a lot about this place in the caravans. Home of Bobrov’s Best! Fancy getting a bottle?”

BUNKER HILL

“These guys are miserly, even by trader standards. If you need anything, let me do the haggling, yeah?”

“Bunker Hill’s a popular stop for caravans. Me and Kammie were planning on stopping here, but I’m not sure they’d let Honey through the gate…”

“I’ve been here before, you know. But it was a long time ago.”

BOSTON AIRPORT

“Do you really think those wrecks could fly? I can’t even imagine what that’d be like…”

“If we could still fly like that… think of all of the places we could see.”

(After Reveille has triggered) “Wow… Just look at that airship!”

(After Reveille has triggered) “Looks like the Brotherhood mean business. Maybe we should move on?”

(After Reveille has triggered) “I don’t really wanna tangle with the Brotherhood, boss. They’re bad for business.”

THE PRYDWEN

“Wow -- just look at that view!”

“This ship is amazing -- and look at all the power armour!”

“Hey, do you think they’ll sell me a suit if I ask nicely?”

THE CASTLE

“The Castle must have been a sight to see when the Minutemen were in charge. Shame about the current tenants...”

(After Castle is restored) “It’s great to see the Castle back in Minutemen hands!”

(After Castle is restored) “The Minutemen have done a great job fixing the Castle up again!.”

(After Castle is restored) “I bet the sunrise is something to see from those walls...”

(After Castle is restored) “Me and Kammie were talking about whether we should join the Minutemen or not… do you think they accept bears?”

QUINCY

(Before clearing Quincy) “I heard about what the Gunners did to Quincy… nothing but a bunch of murderers.”

(Before clearing Quincy) “Look at what they did here… The Gunners are no better than raiders.”

(After clearing Quincy) “I really hope Quincy can rebuild and recover someday.”

THE GLOWING SEA

“So… which of us will turn ghoul first?”

“Is there a way to turn the Geiger counter off? It keeps reminding me we’re dying and I don’t like it.”

“This place… it’s like we’re in a nightmare.”

“I keep seeing things moving in the fog…”

“Do you think they really knew what they were doing when they dropped the bombs?”

“We’ll have to drink a few pints of radaway after this…”

CONCORD

“That vertibird makes an interesting installation...”

LEXINGTON

“I heard Lexington is overrun with ferals… are you sure we can’t go around?”

“I feel like there’s something around every corner...”

“Why can’t the ferals just eat the raiders?”

SALEM

“This place belongs in a horror comic.”

(Devil’s Due) “I don’t like the sound of that...”

(Return egg to the deathclaw) “I’m proud of you, boss. Those deathclaws deserved better… now, let’s back away nice and slow and leave them to it, yeah?”

LYNN WOODS

“Those claw marks on the rock… Deathclaw territory. Stay alert.”

“Try not to make too much noise. If a deathclaw comes after us, I don’t know if we can stop it.”

NAHANT

“Keep an eye out. There’s a floating raider fortress nearby.”

“Caravans have disappeared around here, and the survivor stories...? They’re not good.”

“I don’t think we’ll find anything other than crabs and scrap around here.”

“I hope there’s no big mirelurks around…”

“What kind of maniac wants to live out by the sea, anyway? You don’t know what’s out there!”

CAMBRIDGE

“That police station’s well fortified -- here’s hoping they’re friendly.”

“Why is this place so quiet…? I don’t like it.”

“I thought raiders had taken over the place… not that I’m complaining.”

“Oh. Ghouls. God I wish it was raiders.”

SANCTUARY

“So this is your old home, huh?”

“We should set up a supply line between here and Sunshine! We can help each other out.”

“This is quite a nice place!”

SUNSHINE TIDING’S CO-OP

“Home sweet home!”

“You think we can stop by for some of Kamal’s lasagne?”

“I’ll check in on the animals while we’re here.”

(when greeted by Honey) “Hey there, Honey bear! How’re you today?”

“I’m gonna go check on Kammie.”

“Home is where you keep your bear!”

AGGRESSION: not aggressive/aggressive/very aggressive/frenzied

CONFIDENCE: cowardly/cautious/average/brave/foolhardy

ASSISTANCE: helps nobody/helps allies/helps friends and allies

LOSE AS COMPANION PERMANENTLY:

Too many dislikes

Siding with the Institute

Choosing Institute option in personal quest

Destroying the Railroad

Selling Billy to slavers in Kid in a Fridge

Killing Kent Connolly in The Silver Shroud

Siding with Covenant

Destroying Acadia

Destroying Far Harbor

Siding with the Nuka-World raiders

Raiding the Commonwealth for Nuka-World

Bringing X6-88 near (will turn Nora, Honey and Kamal hostile)

Attacking Honey or Kamal

Killing Phyllis Daily

Killing Paladin Danse in Blind Betrayal

Killing Jules in the random synth encounter

PERSONAL MISSION: Override

Nora can be found fighting raiders at the church near Sunshine Tidings Co-op with Kamal and Honey. After the player helps them dispatch the raiders, they introduce themselves as traders seeking a safe place to set up their business. If the player has unlocked Sunshine as a settlement, they can send them there. This unlocks Nora as a companion, and Kamal as a trader. Honey operates as a guard-bear.

After the player unlocks the Institute for the first time, they return to Sunshine to find the settlement under attack by coursers.

Once the coursers are dispatched, Nora and Kamal have a panicked discussion where Nora worries that the Institute is on to her. Nora and Kamal lead the player to a quiet area of Sunshine and Nora tells Kamal that she trusts the player.

She then confesses that she’s an escaped synth, and that the coursers were after her. She doesn’t know much about her past other than her time with the caravans, but over the years has been the victim of attempted reclamation by coursers. She and Kamal returned to the Commonwealth to try and learn how to stop it.

If the player has not taken Nora to the Railroad or discovered them, Nora and Kamal mention that they’ve heard of the Railroad and were hoping they could help them. The player can then offer to find out more.

If the player has taken Nora to the Railroad before, she will ask the player if they can convince the Railroad to help her.

If the player goes to the Railroad, Tinker Tom provides a holotape. If the player uses it in the Synth Retention Bureau, it wipes Nora’s record from the system as well as some other escaped synths.

After the player wipes Nora from the Institute’s records they can assure her that she’s safe and doesn’t have to run anymore. Nora and Kamal are overjoyed that they don’t have to keep running, and they agree that they want to set up a ranch at Sunshine.

Nora will mention that Honey’s overjoyed too and has taken a liking to the player. The player has then unlocked Nora’s perk, The Bear Necessities, and Honey shall accompany Nora when the player character recruits her.

Honey can be ordered much the same as Dogmeat, but she has a greater carry capacity, health and damage. She can be told to stay at Sunshine.

The player can, however, choose to instead inform Ayo of Nora’s location.

When the player next returns to Sunshine, they’ll find Kamal waiting for them with Honey. He’s injured and frantic, informing the player that coursers took Nora. If the player admits they handed Nora over, both Kamal and Honey will turn hostile.

If the player feigns innocence, Kamal will insist he knows something’s not right.

If the player tries to convince Kamal Nora’s gone forever, he’ll swear to keep looking for her no matter what it takes.

When the player returns to the Institute, Nora can be found but renamed with her synth designation, C9-42. She reacts to the player character with the same deference as other synths, but knows them only as Father’s parent. Although she has the same bland smile as other synths when talking to the player, outside of conversation she will have a sad expression.

#fallout 4 #nora hart #fallout oc #kamal #honey

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mishasminion360 · 3 years

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We’ll All Float On

An It: Chapter 2 epilogue

Warning: Language; mentions of trauma and therapy; coming out of the closet; angst; fluff. You know what? Everything. It’s got everything.

A/N: I wrote this ages ago immediately after seeing the movie, but I’m just getting around to typing it up and posting it. The remaining members of the Losers Club deserve all the happinesses life can dish out. And in this house we ship Reddie!

Derry, Maine, 2017

Maybe coming back there wasn’t the best idea. After all, the last time they’d all gathered at that particular restaurant it had been a disaster, a God damned nightmare, and Mike had sworn to himself that he’d never eat Chinese food again. But as he gazed into the bubbling waters of the aquarium (this time tranquil and free of severed heads), his worries began to subside. And when the second of the Losers finally arrived his fears vanished completely.

“Jesus, isn’t there anywhere else to eat in this town?” Mike turned to see Bill Denbrough sling his jacket over the back of a chair and offering him a wide grin.

“Man, you grew up here, too, Bill. You should know that the answer to that question is a resounding ‘no’.”

The two men embraced with a hearty laugh, things already felt so much different than before.

***

Beverly gazed up at the glowing neon of the Jade of the Orient as Ben wrapped an arm tenderly around her waist.

“How does it feel to be back, Mr. Hanscom?” Bev asked, leaning into him.

“A lot better now that I’m not saddled with this overwhelming sense of dread weighing on my chest.”

Beverly circled both of her arms around Ben’s muscular torso which 28 years ago had not been so muscular. “Well, now the only thing resting on your chest is me.”

She hoisted herself up on her toes to lock her lips with his and Ben smiled into the kiss. “Easy now, Mrs. Hanscom,” he murmured. “Time and place. Time and place.”

“Get a room you two, before I lose my appetite.”

The lovebirds extricated themselves from each other’s arms to gape at the bespectacled man who’d approached them.

“Seriously, how the fuck is it that the two of you look even better than you did last year? And what the fuck am I doing wrong?”

“Beep beep, Richie!!!” Ben and Beverly cheered in unison as the pulled good ol’ Trashmouth Tozier into a bear hug.

“All right you two, lay off,” Richie laughed as he shrugged his way out of their embrace. “Don’t touch me, you don’t know where I’ve been.”

The three linked arms and strode to the front door of the restaurant like Dorothy, Scarecrow and the Tin Man sauntering down the yellow brick road.

“Alrighty, fellas,” Bev said, never afraid to take the lead. “Let’s do this thing.”

***

“Hello and welcome! How many in your…oh.”

The hostess trailed off as she took in the trip before her. Oh, she remembered these three, and the rest of their strange little gang as well. The last time the six of them had dined there they’d nearly destroyed their finest dining room. She didn’t need to open up a fortune cookie to know she’d be cleaning up more shattered dishes and splintered furniture that night.

“Right this way,” she said, clearing her throat. “The rest of your party is expecting you.”

Volleying quips and sharing in quiet giggles, Bev, Ben, and Richie followed the hostess as she procured their utensils and menus and led them to their seats.

“Where is your sick friend? The small man who is allergic to everything? I don’t believe he’s arrived yet.”

The trio immediately fell silent. She’d been referring, of course, to Eddie Kaspbrak. Bev would had to have been blind not to notice Richie’s face fall and his body sag with an unspoken sadness at the mere mention of their late friend. Reaching behind her without looking, she grasped Richie’s hand tightly in her own and her stiff shoulders relaxed when she felt him squeeze back in thanks.

“He’s, um,” Ben paused as a he searched for the right words. “He’s one of the reasons we’re here tonight.”

***

Mike and Bill were already engaged in an animated discussion about something or other and hadn’t even noticed the others approach. Ben gazed wistfully at the joyful pair, admiring their exuberance and allowing it to overtake him as well before removing the padded mallet from its place and offering it to Richie. “Care to do the honors?”

Bill and Mike’s conversation was abruptly silenced by the thunderous echo of a gong and Richie’s announcement.

“This meeting of the Losers Club has officially begun.”

And just like that all of the pieces fell into place. The little family was whole, as it would ever be, once more.

***

“Shit, Mike, you actually went to Florida?” Richie guffawed before taking a pull from his beer.

“Mm-hm,” he responded through a mouthful of lo mein.

“Fuck, why?”

“It’s like I told you when we were kids. It’s just a place I’d always wanted to see. Now I’ve seen it.

“And?”

The other five eyed Mike in anticipation of an exciting story, but he merely shrugged. “It’s about as magical as you’d expect.”

“Yeah, I told you you’d hate it,” Richie snickered.

“It wasn’t all bad. I did meet a nice gal in Jacksonville.” This was met with a chorus of juvenile “oohs” and a salacious whistle from Bill.

“What was she, like, 70?”

“Don’t be such a smart ass, Rich,” Mike chided, waiting until Richie once again had his lips poised at the edge of his glass of booze before finishing his sentence. “She was 80.”

The gang hooted as Trashmouth Tozier choked on his beverage. Bill clapped his coughing friend firmly on his back before lifting his own glass.

“If Richie here can keep it down, I’d like to propose a toast.” The others followed suit and hoisted their drinks in the air. “To those we lost. To Stan and Eddie.”

They smiled they’d all been wearing throughout the evening finally began to falter as silence engulfed the room. After a moment of quiet hesitation, Bev tapped her glass against Bill’s.

“To Stan,” she said with a grin that took all of her strength to muster.

“To Stan,” they all repeated before clinking glasses and taking a swig.

“To Eddie,” Ben cheered, and the others parroted with a little more pep. All but one.

“Rich? You okay, man?” Bill turned to his left to see the usually boisterous comedian staring stoically into his half poised glass, his brow furrowed in concentration as if he was searching the bottom of his beer for something he’d never be able to find.

“To Eddie,” he whispered at last, clinking his glass against all the others.

***

Though Florida had been a bit of a dud, Mike did find happiness traversing other states, even other countries. Thanks to a little help from Bev’s keen eye, Ben had just designed, and would be supervising construction for, a swanky new chain of hotels. Richie’s third Netflix special would be available to stream by the end of the week. Bill’s latest book had just been nominated for an award and talks had already begun regarding a big screen adaptation. And all that good news coincided with the birth of his first child, a son named Georgie.

It certainly seemed that none of them could be considered losers anymore.

***

Another blanket of uncomfortable silence settled upon them as the waitress plopped the plate of fortune cookies in the center of the table.

“Enjoy,” she chirped before adding in a whisper, “and my boss has insisted that I ask you lot to please refrain from destroying any furniture this time.” To that end she left them to partake in their potentially hazardous desert, and the group eyed the plate of novelty snacks with trepidation.

“Okay, who wants to be the first to crack one of these suckers open?” Richie asked. “By the way, not it.”

After another moment or two of hesitation, Mike finally reached for the plate. “I got you all into this mess last time, so I might as well start making up for it. Since Eddie can’t be with us, I’ll be this evening’s designated risk analyst.”

He cracked a cookie in two and, popping one half inside his mouth and discarding the other on the table, withdrew the small slip of paper.

No blood, no milky eyeballs, no critters from another hellscape of a world. The only thing inside these cookies were fortunes. Mike read his without a sound, and he could feel the others watching him intently.

“If that fucking thing says ‘guess’ or ‘Stanley’ or ‘could’ or ‘not’ or ‘cut’ or ‘it’, I swear to God I’m fucking gone.” Richie laughed but failed to hide his growing unease.

Mike grinned as he read the fortune again, this time out loud. “‘The world is big, but time is short.’”

“Well that’s much less terrifying,” Bill sighed. “I’ll take that as a cue to dig in.”

Bill devoured the cookie and then vocalized his fortune. “‘The ending is the most integral part of the journey’.”

“Would you look at that,” Richie guffawed, clapping Bill on the shoulder. “Even a shitty cookie has offer it’s two cents about your lousy endings.”

“Fuck you, Trashmouth. My last two novels have ended quite nicely, thank you very much. Just ask my Booker Prize nomination.”

“I’d rather ask the award itself when you win it.”

Bill rolled the slip of paper into a minuscule ball and flicked it aside. “If I win it.”

Richie shook his head. “When.”

Bill patted Richie’s hand as a sign of thanks. “You know, I’ve actually been thinking about taking a step back from all the doom and gloom thriller stuff to take a swing at writing children’s books.”

“You’re kidding!” Bev exclaimed with a bark of laughter.

“I’m serious. I kind of thought it would be a good way for Georgie and I to bond. I write a story, then we read it together. You know?”

Ben leaned back in his chair and snapped his cookie in half. “Bill that’s…wow. That’s quite a change. Good for you, man.”

“What does yours say, honey? Bev asked, eyeing the slip of paper between her husband’s fingers.

“Yeah, honey. What’s it say?” Richie leaned toward the two of them, batting his eyelashes dramatically and resting his chin in his hands as the pair flipped him off at the same time.

“It says ‘he who builds the dreams of others should not neglect his own’.”

“Well, that’s oddly specific,” Richie said matter-of-factly. “You know, because you’re an architect? You build things….yeah, I’ll shut up now.”

“First time for everything,” Ben grinned.

“I want to read mine next,” Bev chimed in, holding the small piece of paper primly between her fingers. “It says ‘the smallest changes make the biggest difference’.”

Mike rubbed his chin in thought, nodding his approval at the depth of Bev’s fortune. “Anyone want to wager a guess as to what it means?”

Richie snapped his fingers as his eyes lit up. “Well, by jove, I think I’ve got it, gents,” he exclaimed in an overblown, piss poor excuse for a British accent they hadn’t heard him use since they were kids. “I do believe it means that if our dear friend William here could slightly alter his crummy endings, some of his books might actually make for a halfway decent read.”

Bill glared at his wisecracking friend. “Tozier, if you make fun of my writing one more time, I swear to God-“

“Don’t blame me, man. It’s the cookies that have it out for you!”

“I don’t think it has anything to do with Bill’s books, Rich,” Ben smiled just as Bill smacked Richie in the back of his head.

“I think it means that something small can have a huge impact on your life,” Bev clarified. She scanned the faces of her companions to see if any were catching her drift.

“What, like, a new haircut?”

“Or a baby, Richie.” Ben’s eyes twinkled when he grinned.

“Right. Or like-wait, what?”

“Bev that’s….are you really….?” Mike stammered happily.

“Three weeks along,” she confirmed proudly. “You guys didn’t think it was a little weird that I’ve been drinking water this entire evening?”

Bill leapt from his chair and threw his arms around the expectant couple. “Ben! Bev! This is amazing news! Congratulations!”

“Yeah, congrats you two crazy kids,” Richie added before Mike inquired if they’d been considering names yet.

Bev leaned into her husband affectionately. “Well, of it’s a girl, Ben has graciously agreed to name her after my mother, Elfrida. We’d call her Frida for short.”

“Beautiful choice, Bev,” Mike praised, taising his glass and taking a celebratory sip. “And if it’s a boy?”

The Hanscom’s looked silently, almost nervously at each other before answering, some sort of unspoken agreement passing between the two of them as the rest of the Losers looked on.

“If it’s a boy,” Ben finally said, releasing a breath he hadn’t realized he’d even been holding, “we’d like to name him Eddie. Edward Stanley Hanscom.”

Richie instantly felt a lump form in his throat, and he had to cast his eyes downward to ensure that no one could see the pain that burned behind them. He chewed his lip quietly as he struggled to reel his unraveling emotions back in. When he looked back up his eyes immediately found Beverly’s. She searched his face silently. Hopefully.

“He would have loved that,” Richie finally croaked. “They both would have.”

Mike and Bill were too choked up to speak, so they just adamantly nodded their agreement.

“Alright, I think I’ve had about as much sentimentality as I can take for one evening.” Ben turned to Richie and tossed him a fortune cookie. “Come on, funny man, make me laugh. What does yours say?”

Richie made a big manly show of crushing the cookie in his hand before extricating the fortune from the rubble of the snack, and as he read it to himself his face blanched.

“Oh, this should be good,” Mike snickered, noticing Richie’s sudden discomfort. “Don’t keep us in suspense, Rich.”

He felt a wave of nausea overtake him as he read and re-read the small segment of paper. The clown was dead, he knew that, but this fortune felt like another of his cruel tricks. Richie felt as if he were being mocked all over again.

Love doesn’t come only once.

“Rich?” Beverly asked softly, her gentle voice cutting through the harsh buzz of white noise in his ears. Nuh-uh. No way in hell was he reading this shit out loud. He didn’t have the stomach to explain it to them. Not yet. Not like this.

“I, uh, I guess my new special’s gonna bomb,” he coughed. “It says ‘a career change can set you on your true path’.”

The others eyed him skeptically and he feared they’d seen through his fib when Ben at last said, “it’s probably for the best, Rich. You’re not that funny anyway.”

Richie mouthed a silent “fuck you” and the tension dissolved into laughter.

***

The first to arrive, the leave. Mike stood and slipped his jacket from the back of the chair, shrugging into it as he said, “I don’t know about you folks, but jet lag and alcohol do not seem to be mixing well for me. Any of you care to continue the conversation back at the townhouse?”

“You read my mind,” Bill said, polishing off the dregs of his third beer before following Mike’s lead.

“Me, Ben, and the Lima bean here,” Bev said with a Pat of her stomach, “would be more than happy to take you up on that offer.”

“I’ll handle the check,” Bill said, already removing his wallet from his back pocket.

“Slow your roll there, Stephen King,” Ben said, reaching for his own wallet. “I’ve got this one. Really.”

“Let’s at least split it. I don’t feel right about you taking the whole thing.”

“Girls, girls, you’re both pretty,” Bev interjected. “I’ll pay it myself if it keeps this from turning into an all night debate.”

Bill turned to Richie, who hadn’t moved an inch. “Well, maybe mr. big shot comedian here would like to contribute.”

Richie still made not a move to stand. He simply sat and stared at the collection of dirty dishes littering the table, gazing so intently that he could potentially shatter one of the plates with a single thought.

“Yo, earth to Trashmouth. You okay, man?”

Richie licked his lips nervously; his mouth had gone inexplicably dry and he struggled to dislodge his voice from his throat.

“I’m not ready to, uh….guys we can’t leave yet.”

The tone had shifted once again and a far sense of dread took hold of each of the Losers. Bill tried to laugh through the unease. “You planning on spending the night here, Richie?”

“You guys, I came here tonight to say something and, God dammit, I’m gonna say it! I just need…just give me a sec.”

Richie Tozier spent so much of his time joking around that the rest of the gang often forget that he was even capable of being serious. He felt sadness and fear just like the rest of them, and it was clear at that moment that he was scared to death.

He was gripping the edge of the table so hard that his knuckles paled. Beverly slid into the chair next to him and took one of his hands in her own. He was shaking terribly.

“Richie, what’s wrong?”

For what was probably the first time in his life, Richie couldn’t bring himself to start talking. Tell them, Tozier, he commanded himself. Just tell them. They’re your friends, man. They deserve the truth. You owe it to them, and to yourself. To Stan. To…Eddie.

“Sweetie, you’re scaring us,” Bev whispered. “Talk to us, Richie.”

“I’ve been seeing a therapist,” he finally blurted, the words tumbling out with the gust of a breath.

The others glanced from one another, unsure of how to respond, until Mike placed a comforting hand on Richie’s shoulder.

“That’s nothing to be ashamed of, Rich. Shit, after everything we went through last year…” He trailed off as Richie shook his head fiercely, eyes screwed shut.

“I’m…um, I’m….gay.”

And just like that it was out. His “dirty little secret”. His painful truth laid bared before him for his friends, for the world to see.

“I’ve been having a really hard time accepting myself and….and processing all of these feelings. Especially after….after Eddie….” The rest of the words died on his tongue. He couldn’t bare to finish the sentence. It had been a year since he’d lost the only man he’d ever loved, but with each passing day the wound reopened. The pain was always fresh.

“Oh, Rich,” Bev cooed. She stroked his hair and pulled him close, already a loving mother in the making. “We know, honey.”

“You….what?”

“Richie, we know,” Bill confirmed. “We’ve always known, man.”

Richie could hardly believe his ears. Was it even possible for someone to be in so much pain but still find it possible to smile?

“Why the fuck didn’t any of you ever say anything?”

Ben slipped an arm around Bev’s shoulders and placed one of his strong but gentle hands over Richie’s. “Because we didn’t care, Rich. Who you loved didn’t matter to us. Because we loved you.”

“We still do. We’re your friends, Trashmouth,” Mike added. “We figured that, someday, you’d tell us when you were good and ready.”

Richie snatched his glasses from his face to rub his eyes as his vision went blurry. “I would have told you all a lot sooner, I think. But then we all left and….and we forgot. I forgot.”

Beverly laid her head against Richie’s shoulder. His trembling had only grown worse.

“Do you think….do you think that Eddie knew?”

“Eddie’s death hit us all pretty hard, Richie, but we could see how deeply it hurt you. Much more than any of us. We understand why now,” Bev soothed. “We all know how much you loved him, and we’re just so sorry that you’ve had to deal with all these feelings by yourself.”

He didn’t want to cry in front of them. Not again. But Richie had never been a good fighter, so the tears eventually won. Just like that day in the quarry one year ago, his friends held him as his body convulsed with harsh wracking sobs.

***

After his good healthy cry, Richie excused himself and snuck off the pay the check before either Bill or Ben had the chance to protest.

“So, I think Richie is definitely going to need another drink. How about I go grab a couple six packs and then meet you all back at the townhouse?” Bill offered.

The gang nodded their agreement as they all began filing out of the dining room and toward the front door. Suddenly, Richie came barreling past them back to the table.

“OhShitOhShitOhShitOhShit,” he chorused as he frantically snatched up as many napkins as he could that hadn’t already been soiled.

“What happened?” Ben inquired, quirking one perfect brow.

“I bumped into a guy at the register.”

“A guy?” asked Bev. “Someone you know?”

“Nope,” Richie responded, clutching two fistfuls of napkins. “And I literally bumped into him. Now he’s wearing his takeout as a suit.”

Richie rushed past them all again in a mad rush to clean up the mess he’d made.

Mike rolled his eyes. “Looks like Trashmouth has got quite a way with the fellas, doesn’t he?”

***

Cozy in the townhouse, they laughed some more, drank some more, and reminisced some more. They listened intently as Bill read aloud some of the rough passages he’d scribbled out for Georgie’s book. They helped Mike chart a course for his next adventure: a traditional backpacking trip across Europe. Richie offered to tag along if they could make a pit stop in Amsterdam for some weed.

As for Richie, the happily married Losers offered him some helpful advice for his next encounter with Don, whose number he’d been rewarded with after mopping up his spilled sweet and sour chicken. The very Don he’d promised himself to call when he returned home and felt good and ready to make a move. And Richie was starting to feel that “ready” may actually come sooner rather than later.

And as the week long visit neared it’s end, as their time together came to a close, the five collectively came to the realization that they were far from the losers that Derry had shaped them to be. But then again they never did feel like losers when they were all together.

#it ch 2 #the losers club #epilogue

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cryptidshuffle · 3 years

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the less we say about it the better - chp 1

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Rating: Teen Fandom: Half-Life VR But The AI Is Self Aware Relationships: Tommy Coolatta & Gordon Freeman, Tommy Coolatta/Gordon Freeman (pre relationship) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Post-Canon, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Temporary Character Death(its benrey dont worry hes ok), meta about deaths and respawns, arguing about the rules of uno, gay pining, Mutual Pining, fellas is it gay to comfort ur friend who u love and are both boys?, also fair warning it'll eventually be a poly ship with benrey, Autistic Character, Autistic Tommy, ADHD Gordon, everyone is gay and trans, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Summary: “after everything we’ve been through we deserve a few mental break downs.” they are trying to recover after black mesa, but recovery is hard. especially when one of you is still dead

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They had been out of Black Mesa for a few weeks now. It was difficult trying to acclimate to life after the incident, but they were all making it work.

The science team had gotten together for some sort of game night, something cathartic about being around others who share the same trauma. Anyways, snacks and Uno was just as chaotic as one would imagine with this group of chucklefucks, with competitive tensions high on the last round of the night.

“You can’t stack the draw 4 cards, Gordon,” Bubby argued, smacking Gordon’s hand just as he placed the card.

“Says who?”

“It’s literally against the fucking rules of the game,” Bubby said back.

Tommy agreed with, “It is in the official rules, Mr. Freeman, they- Mattel confirmed it on Twitter.”

“But that’s dumb!” Gordon argued back, “I’ve always played where you can stack those, why change that now?"

Bubby retorted, “Well maybe you’ve always been playing wrong, huh? Ever thought about that, smartass?”

Dr. Coomer chimed in with, “Well on the official page for Uno (card game) on Wikipedia, the free online encyclopedia that anyone can edit, it states that

The following official house rules are suggested in the Uno rulebook, to alter the game:

Progressive Uno: If a draw card is played, and the following player has the same card, they can play that card and "stack" the penalty, which adds to the current penalty and passes it to the following player.[4](Although a +4 cannot be stacked on a +2, or vice versa.)[6] This house rule is so commonly used that there was widespread Twitter surprise in 2019 when Mattel stated that stacking was not part of the standard rules of Uno.[6]”

“Well, there you have it,” Gordon exclaims, interrupting Coomer’s Wikipedia infodump, “Just because it’s a house rule doesn’t mean it’s not a legitimate way of playing."

“What if I don’t want to play with that rule, that’s fuckin stupid,” Bubby grumbles.

“Jesus ok, I'll play a different card, happy?” Gordon says dejectedly, taking back his controversial draw 4 card for a more innocuous one. “It’s your turn anyways.”

Bubby throws down his last card onto the pile. “I win fuckers!!!! Ahahahahaha!"

“You wouldn’t have won if you let me stack the fucking cards,” Gordon said as he threw his losing card pile onto the coffee table.

“Don’t fret Gordon! Bubby is just extremely good at card games,” Dr. Coomer replied.

“You're forgetting I’m a goddamn genius, that extends to my sick-ass Uno skills,” Bubby bragged.

Gordon chuckled, watching the two older scientists get up to leave, and watching Tommy remain, quietly cleaning up the uno deck into neat piles to place in its box.

“Well gentlemen, it’s been fun, though I think it’s time Bubby and I better get going!” Dr. Coomer said.

“No problem, don’t want you two to be late for your old man early-bird breakfast at Golden Corral tomorrow!” Gordon teased.

“Shut the fuck- I’ll kick your ass,” said Bubby.

“Hello Gord- Actually our old man breakfast is not until Saturday! It’s the one day a week I let loose and unhinge my jaws at the buffet like a Burmese Python!” said Dr. Coomer as Bubby grabs his coat and keys.

“That sounds absolutely horrifying,” Gordon laughs.

“It really is,” says Bubby. “Well, see you later asshole,” Bubby says, herding himself and Coomer out the front door.

“See you guys later,” Gordon says.

“Goodbye, Gordon! Goodbye, Tommy,” Coomer also says, before they leave Gordon’s apartment.

Tommy had yet to get up to leave, he stayed sitting in his seat staring into space, and fiddling with the Uno card deck.

“Hey Tommy, you alright man?” he asked gently. At the mention of his name, he was shaken a bit out of his stupor.

“Y-yeah I'm fine Mr. Freeman, why do you ask?”

“I mean you were kinda just staring into space for a bit, and you didn’t say anything when Bubby and Coomer left.”

“Oh shit. Sorry about that, I’ll get out of your hair,” Tommy said, starting to move to leave.

Gordon placed a hand on Tommy’s shoulder. “Hey, if something’s bothering you, just know I’m here if you wanna talk about it,” Gordon comforted.

Tommy blushed slightly at the contact and nodded.

“Thank you. I-uh… I’ve just been thinking about things that happened back in Black Mesa and, you know,” he pauses to think for a bit, and sighs, “honestly I’ve been thinking a lot about Benrey.”

Just at the mention of him, Gordon felt his stomach drop with the weight of too many emotions.

“Yeah...I uh… I understand,” he responds with a sad sigh, “anything in particular you’re thinking about him?”

“I don’t know just kind of- Earlier I started thinking about how much he would enjoy game night. And then I started to miss him and realize that- that he’s not here. I feel guilty about killing him and upset at what he did. He was still my friend and I just- I want to know why he did what he did. I just want to understand,” Tommy said.

Gordon looked away as he thought about his own emotions regarding Benrey. He was undeniably angry with him, for getting him ambushed by the bootboys, for getting his arm cut off, frustrated with the constant taunting. Yet… he also felt guilty for some reason and he couldn’t quite place why. Gordon really didn’t want to feel guilty.

“Yeah…” Gordon sighed, “I'll be honest I do feel guilty about it too. I don’t know why because I feel like it should be justified since he did try to kill us. But there were times when him pestering me about my arm felt like… like sincere questioning? I still… I don’t know.”

“Yeah… I think-” Tommy cut himself off, staring at a fixed point in his vision, trying to decide whether or not to bring this up.

“I don’t think Benrey understood how human mortality worked.”

Well, that wasn’t what Gordon expected. “What do you mean?”

“Well, he was from Xen, Mr. Freeman, he wasn’t human. It was different for him. You remember he did die several times, but he came back eventually. He had to wait for his form to regenerate.”

“Wait-” this time Gordon cut Tommy off, “Oh shit, that wasn’t a joke? For some reason I just assumed his talking about respawns and shit was part of his Epic Gamer bit?”

“I mean it was a little but I think… there’s probably a reason Benrey attached himself to video games so much, yeah? He can see himself in the structure. Like, uh- something he can relate to.” Tommy says. “It doesn’t excuse what- what he did, but I feel like knowing why things happened makes- makes them more understandable.”

Gordon leaned back on the couch blown away by the revelation. In hindsight it wasn’t that surprising but it took him a few seconds to come to terms with the reality.

“Yeah, when you put it that way, I guess it does make a lot of sense. Wait though, I swear to god all of you have died at least once, but you guys aren’t from Xen?” Gordon said, now confused about the seeming metanarrative of the mortality of his friends.

“Yeah, but those were weird Black Mesa things, Mr. Freeman,” Tommy said, not elaborating any more than that.

Gordon waited a beat for Tommy to explain more but he said all he needed to.

“I will ask you more about that later, but I do not have the energy to unpack all that right now,” Gordon said with a gentle laugh.

“Wait, getting back on topic real quick, why couldn’t Benrey just... respawn now? Did we really get him that good?”

Tommy looked incredibly sad when Gordon said this, and he regretted it immediately. ‘Damn it Gordon, Tommy’s clearly upset about Benrey, you don’t gotta be an insensitive dick.’

“Well Mr. Freeman, that’s kinda why I’ve been thinking about him,” Tommy said, “I’m not sure. It shouldn’t have taken him this long to respawn. Depending on the amount of damage it takes longer but… It’s been a while and what if- What if he is back but he is mad at all of us and that’s why we haven’t seen him? Or what if it is taking a really long time because we hurt him a whole lot. Or what if we…”

Tommy got quiet for a few seconds, the silence in the room was deafening. For an instance Gordon felt as if making a sound would shatter the air like glass.

Tommy finally said with a whisper, voice thick with choking back tears, “What if we killed him for good? And I don’t- I never see him again?”

It honestly broke Gordon’s heart how distraught Tommy was. Pushing his own complicated Benrey feelings aside, he was gonna focus on Tommy here and now.

“…Tommy, is it ok if I hug you, man?” Gordon couldn’t think of the best way to comfort the other man with words, but physical comfort he could do.

Tommy looked a little surprised at this ask but nodded. Gordon leaned in to hug the other scientist and Tommy collapsed in his embrace, completely breaking down.

Gordon just sat there and held him as Tommy sobbed into his shoulder, trying to comfort the crying man by rubbing circles into his back.

Gordon’s brain processed the things Tommy had said. Was Benrey really gone? Why did he feel guilty about the idea of having killed Benrey, he was fine with the concept during the final boss fight on Xen but now… the thought made him feel… sad? Regretful? Even his seemingly rational justifications didn’t seem as clear at the moment, only thinking of his fonder memories with Benrey.

‘Fuck this,’ he thought as he felt his own tears well up, ‘this isn’t about me, I need to focus on being there for Tommy,’ pushing his own feelings to the back of his mind to be dealt with later.

Tommy eventually calmed down enough where his sobs turned into sniffles, and he started to pull away from the hug.

“S – sorry for having a – a breakdown on your- on your couch Mr. Freeman,” Tommy said, the post-crying mental fog making his stuttering more noticeable. Tommy didn’t really have the effort in him to care.

“Don’t worry about it, man, after everything we’ve been through we deserve a few mental breakdowns,” Gordon joked trying to lighten the mood.

“Oh, that was nothing, Mr. Freeman, in terms of mental breakdowns that was as mild as a first-grade pizza party in the eye of a hurricane,” Tommy compared in a way that made little sense to Gordon, yet ridiculous enough to cause the man to burst out laughing.

“Alright I’ll take your word for it,” Gordon said, still laughing.

“I’m serious Mr. Freeman, once you have a meltdown so intense that you accidentally teleport yourself to an inter-dimensional void, the rest is a cake walk at the school fair,” Tommy said.

“Waitwaitwait- teleport?” he leaned back to look at him in surprise, “Since when could you fuckin teleport!” Gordon asked caught off guard.

“You know, learned some things from my Dad,” Tommy said, again failing to further explain himself.

“…Well alright. Yeah that tracks.”

Gordon was quiet for a moment before responding with, “You know, Tommy, I want you to know I’m here for you if you need anyone to talk to. You were there for me when I was at my lowest in Black Mesa, and I wanna be that friend to you if you need it,” he said giving the other scientists hand a comforting squeeze.

Tommy smiled, “Thank you, that means a lot Mr. Freeman.”

“You know you can call me Gordon, you don’t have to be so formal all the time Dr. Coolatta,” he teased.

Tommy blushed, ‘dammit why did he have to be so cute?’

“Wow Mr. Fr – Gordon are you really gonna make fun of my doctorate that I worked very hard for,” Tommy teased back, still a bit sniffly from crying.

“Dude, I cannot imagine you in college for some reason, what was your doctorate even in” asked Gordon, semi-jokingly, but still a bit serious.

Tommy laughed a bit, wiping the remaining tears away with the back of his hand. “Bio-chemical engineering. Creating Sunkist was for my thesis project.” Normally Tommy would be more then willing to infodump about the topic but he found his energy to be draining fast.

“What the fuck, that’s cooler than mine was. Us nerds in the Theoretical Physics department didn’t do any crazy shit like that,” Gordon said.

“Bold of you to assume I was a nerd, G-Gordon. I was the craziest guy in the frat house,” Tommy said.

Gordon’s memory vaguely recalls Tommy’s insistence that he “do something crazy” when drinking Darnold’s Potion of Grow Gun Arm.

“You know what, yeah, surprisingly I can see that image vividly in my head,” Gordon said. “Real talk though…” he said changing the subject and putting his hand on Tommy’s shoulder, “Are you- uh, ok? Like feeling better?”

Tommy was quiet for a second, eyes flickering down to look at his fidgeting hands in his lap, before replying with, “I’m ok. N-not great, I don’t think, but I will be.”

Gordon nodded. “Tommy, if there’s one nugget of wisdom that I have to share, it’s that healing takes time, things usually turn out to be ok in the end. No matter what’s going on with Benrey…it'll be alright, I’m sure.” Gordon patted his shoulder for emphasis, “not the best advice out there but it’s the best I can come up with straight off the dome. And I don’t wanna seem like I didn’t try to help you out."

Tommy laughed gently, “Thank you Mr. Fr- uh, thank you Gordon. You did help. Even if- if your advice was a bit cheesy.”

“Whatever man, you can’t blame me for trying,” Gordon laughed, playfully shoving Tommy where his hand had previously rested on the other man’s shoulder. Tommy laughed in return. He only noticed the warmth of Gordon’s touch once it was gone.

Tommy absentmindedly noticed the time on the wall clock in Gordon’s apartment. Jesus, 11:30? When did it get so late? The older scientist really hoped he wasn’t overstaying his welcome; While he would love to just stay here and joke around, he had already bothered Mr. Freeman enough and was already exhausted.

“I- I’m probably gonna head back home now, I didn’t realize how late it was,” Tommy said, standing up from his spot next to Gordon.

Gordon nodded. He had the passing thought of offering for Tommy to stay but… maybe that was a step too far. ‘Tommy probably wants his space,’ Gordon rationalized to himself.

He nodded, “Alright, don’t let me keep you,” he said, getting up as well to help Tommy gather his belongings. Which, to be honest Tommy didn’t bring much but some snacks for the group, but Gordon just needed an excuse to do anything.

Gordon walked Tommy to the front door of his apartment, like the good host he was, opening the door for him.

“Thanks for coming over Tommy,” he said.

Tommy nodded. “Thank- thank you again for letting me talk about Benrey, I know it was kinda rough there at the end, but if you ever need to talk about anything… I'm here for you as well.”

Gordon smiled, “Thank you Tommy, I'll keep that in mind.”

Tommy smiled in return, “Have a good night G-Gordon,” he said turning to head to his car.

“Goodnight Tommy.” Gordon turns to head back inside, but before he does, he can’t resist one more jab.

“Thought you could teleport?” he calls out teasingly.

Tommy flips him off, which causes Gordon to laugh harder. “Gives me a headache,” Tommy called back, trying and failing keep a straight face.

Gordon laughs as he waves a final goodbye, turning back inside and closing the door after Tommy waves as well. His thoughts race as he gets ready for bed, trying to ignore his fluttering heartbeat as he lays down for the night.

Tommy shuffles his thoughts in his head as he drives home. The emotional rollercoaster of his already draining social interaction meter from the science team, his Benrey guilt, and his small crush on Gordon was just too much for one day. His hands clench and unclench the steering wheel, looking forward to collapsing in bed for the night, hoping his dad won’t notice he'd been crying.

Somewhere, in an interdimensional void far away from this reality, someone begins to shift awake.

#fanfic #hlvrai #half life vr but the ai is self aware #freelatta

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the-awkward-outlaw · 4 years

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Hey there! I'm not sure if you've seen this movie ( Mr. & Mrs. Smith ) but can you write a Mr. & Mrs. Morgan fight scene against each other that leads them to having rough sex? Reader can be with the O'Driscolls gang or something, that makes them fight. Up to you.

Hello Anon! I have seen Mr and Mrs Smith once and it was a long time ago, but I remember the general plot. Hopefully I have kept within your idea of this and it does your request justice. Note, I am not a huge fan of rough sex so the smut might be super tame in comparison to other writers.

Warnings: swearing, smut, high angst

You stare down at the table, your fingers brushing the cut-out article from a newspaper. There’s no picture to the article, just a header. “Van der Linde Gang still at large”. You’ve read it a hundred times by now. It talks about the notorious Dutch Van der Linde, Hosea Matthews, and a few other names, including your husband’s, Arthur Morgan. A large amount of money is being offered for each person mentioned, Dutch being the highest at $20,000. Arthur himself has a decent amount of $5,000.

You were angry when you first read the article, when Colm brought it to your attention. You’ve run with his gang since you were just a teen with your older brother. It was your brother’s idea to join the O’Driscoll’s, he’d disguised you as a boy since Colm didn’t take women on. You already knew how to shoot a gun and ride a horse luckily, which was fine since Colm didn’t allow men into his gang who couldn’t do both. Although you were disguised as a boy, it didn’t take long for your real gender to be revealed. One of Colm’s boys spotted you when you were bathing in a river and let your secret out. Colm almost shot you in the head, stating women just slowed them down and you’d deceived him. Your brother defended you, pointing out that you were one of the best shots. Colm hesitatingly agreed, but he didn’t want you camping with his boys, declaring you would be little more than a distraction.

As payment for your work and loyalty to the gang, he told you to live at one of his cabins he used a frequent hideout. You weren’t thrilled with this seeming demotion on your status, but you knew Colm’s temper had an extremely short fuse, so you didn’t argue. Only a few weeks after you were stationed, Colm collected you to help him investigate an incident at Six Point Cabin, another one of his hideouts. He nearly stationed you there and was thinking of moving you there now. When you two arrived, the place was littered with the bodies of your gang, including your brother’s. It crushed you seeing your brother like that and Colm offered no words of comfort. He was angry and he knew immediately this was Van der Linde’s work.

You heard the name Van der Linde thrown around enough times. The man was a professional at stealing Colm’s scores. Not that Colm’s record against Dutch was clean. You heard the other men talk about how he killed Dutch’s lover Annabelle. Seems the two men were constantly trying to rob and kill each other. Six Point Cabin was when Colm gave you the article, stating that he was going to come up with a plan to somehow get a hold of Dutch and take him and his boys to Blackwater, turn them in for all that money, and then the gang would flee down to Mexico. He told you to take point in this cabin from now on as the Van der Linde’s were unlikely to return.

The article hadn’t been a surprise to you. What had been a shock was reading your husband’s name. You’d been married to Arthur for over a year and he never mentioned he was in a gang, nonetheless Colm’s adversarial gang. Sure, he’d revealed before you were married that he was an outlaw, which was why he couldn’t stay in one place for too long. You’d lied too, stating you were a waitress in the Valentine saloon. You covered your knowledge of fighting by saying your family were hunters before they’d died in a terrible snowstorm, which was partially true. You had enough knowledge of hunting that he bought it. Now you’re conflicted though. When you first read the article, you thought maybe there’d been some misidentity or perhaps it was a different Arthur Morgan. However, plagued by fears, you dug into the Blackwater massacre and your Arthur was unquestionably the one mentioned in the article. Now you’re torn between your loyalty to your gang, whom your brother died for, and your loyalty to your husband.

Arthur’s a wonderful husband, there’s no question about that. Were he not pursued by the law, he’d definitely be happy to settle down with you and make a proper family life for you. Many nights you’ve spent with him talking about how things could be if neither of you were so wanted (though he knew nothing of the price on your head). Arthur visits at least once every two weeks, sometimes having to travel for hours in order to do so, and he stays for a few days. When he’s with you, you both spend the time with lots of cuddles, kisses and sex. Arthur’s a pro at knowing how to satisfy you and you know exactly which of his buttons to push to make him fall head-over-heels for you all over again.

When he arrives for each visit, he always brings something for you. Usually it’s money since he believes you’re a struggling waitress in Valentine (which you don’t try convincing him otherwise). He often brings flowers, books, jewelry, and other kinds of supplies. You always offer him lots of types of food since you spend most of your time at Six Point Cabin. You learned to cook from a young age and you prefer using fresh ingredients. You have enough time to collect fresh game and herbs too, being a watcher of Colm’s hideout. Arthur’s your top fan when it comes to your food, stating you could cook for a governor. He never leaves hungry after visiting you and you make sure his satchel is laden with snacks you’ve made from scratch.

You pick up the article and reread it, your stomach clenching when you read Arthur’s name again. Colm visited only a few days ago. It’s been a couple of weeks since the attack on Six Point. You’d asked him during his visit if he knew which one of Dutch’s boys was responsible for the ambush.

“Oh Dutch himself wouldn’t do this,” Colm stated. “Killing my men and your brother weren’t important enough for him to grace his presence on.” He inspected the bodies of the men, noting how many of them have been shot in the eye. “I bet that sniveling coward Kieran led his boys here, but this work says his number one gun led the charge.”

“Who’s his number one gun?” you ask, praying he won’t say who you’re thinking it is.

“Name’s Arthur Morgan. He’s this real big guy, almost a shame he ain’t runnin’ with us. We’d do real well with a fella like him.”

You wanted to vomit when Colm said this. The thought that your husband was the one who killed your brother was a detestable idea. However, as time has passed since Colm told you Arthur was the likely culprit, it’s begun to fester in your mind. If Colm finds out Arthur is your husband, he’ll shoot you before you even have the chance to tell him you’ve had no dealings with the Van der Linde gang. Yet if Arthur finds out your place with the O’Driscoll’s, you’re just as frightened. You’re much more frightened of losing him than Colm killing you. The man’s a bastard and you’ve only stayed in his gang because there is no getting out of his gang. To get out means to die. Not only that, your brother died for them. It’d be an insult to his memory to abandon this gang.

Arthur’s visited once since you learned of your brother’s death. He didn’t act any different, but he knew something was off about you. You blamed it on just feeling under the weather and he coddled you, clearly trying to help you feel better. You couldn’t tell him though that you felt horrible because you were terrified you might be looking at your brother’s killer. He’d left two days later when he was sure you were feeling better (you lied and said you were). Colm came by a few days after that.

“Colm, you still thinking of moving on with this plan to capture Van der Linde?” you asked, hoping he’d changed his mind.

“Course. That’s a lot of money sitting on his head. We’re gonna run down to Mexico when we got him. Why you askin’, Y/N? Got somethin’ to say?”

Your stomach felt cold when he asked you this and something in his eyes glittered accusingly. “N-no, sir. Just wanted to know the plan since I’m not running with you all the time anymore.”

“I see,” he said greasily. “Well, I went around talkin’ to some folk, mentioned they met a feller sounds an awful lot like Morgan in the Valentine bar. They said he was drunk and talkin’ about how amazing his wife is. Now I ain’t spoken with Morgan in a long time, but I don’t recall him ever being married. Not only that, Malken and Henderson saw him in this area only a few days ago. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would ya?”

You put on a poker face as best you could. “Course not, Colm. I don’t even know what Morgan looks like. All I know is what you’ve told me about him.”

“So if I brought you a newspaper article saying he’s been arrested and going to hang real soon, you wouldn’t care?”

That’s when you know you’re secret’s out. Somehow, Colm’s found out. However, you won’t confess. Not yet. To confess now would promise a bullet into your skull. “No, I wouldn’t care, Colm. One less Van der Linde we’d have to worry about.”

He nodded and then said he was leaving. “I’ll be back in a few days. I think this cabin ain’t a very good spot for you no more. The boys and I will collect you when we’ve found somewhere more… suitable.”

Without a doubt, Colm’s promising to come back and kill you in front of the entire gang. An example of what will happen to anyone fraternizing with Dutch’s boys. You ponder on the wisdom of running away, but several of Colm’s boys are expert tracksmen. They’ll find you before you have the chance to even get to a different state. You realize the safest place for you is to be within Arthur’s gang. It might mean this Dutch will kill you, but Arthur sounds like he holds a high place of authority and he might be able to protect you. From what Colm was making it sound like, he’s been spending a lot of time in Valentine. That’s where you are now, sitting at the bar in the saloon with the article Colm gave you sitting in front of you. You throw your whiskey back when the door opens.

“Darlin’, what ya doin’ here?” says a familiar voice.

Looking over, you can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. “Arthur, I need your help with something. Ride home with me. I’ll explain, but I have some questions for you. Questions I need you to be honest about.”

His face is serious. “A’right. Lead the way.”

You don’t speak the entire ride back to your cabin, you’re not sure how to bring the subject up to him. He’s going to be angry, sure, when you tell him the truth. However, it’s the only way you can protect yourself since Colm’s already planning to kill you. When the cabin’s peaking through the trees, the river burbles happily not far from it. You dismount and take a few steps away from him. Finally, you turn.

“Arthur, did you recently visit a place called Six Point Cabin a few weeks back? Maybe ran into a bunch of boys you might call the O’Driscoll’s?”

“How you know about that, Y/N?”

You don’t answer him straight away. “Did you see a man with a big patch of dark skin on the right side of his neck?” you ask. Your brother had a huge birthmark on his neck, which gave him the nickname Pinto in the gang.

“Again, how do you know this, Y/N?”

“Just answer the question, Arthur, please!”

He blinks at you, his hands on his hips. “Yeah, yeah I think I saw a feller with a mark like that.”

“Did you kill him?”

He sighs. “Yes I killed him, but he was shootin’ at me, darlin’, so it was him or me. Now why you askin’ me about this?”

Your eyes tear up a bit and you bite your lip. “He was my brother, Arthur.”

His brow lowers. “You never told me you had a brother, nonetheless one who was an O’Driscoll? Those boys are nothin’ but bastards who have no moral code.”

“Funny, he said the same thing about your gang.”

“How’d you find out about my gang?”

You wring your hands. “I… read about it. In the paper.”

Arthur takes a menacing step towards you. “So your brother was an O’Driscoll and I shot him in the head. But like I said, he was shootin’ at me.”

“From what I heard, you were the ones who ambushed him and the others. Sounds like he was just defending himself, Arthur.”

As if on cue, you both whip out your pistols and point them at each other. Arthur’s eyes gleam with pain and betrayal. “You’re an O’Driscoll, ain’t ya?”

“And you’re a Van der Linde! Pretty high up in the hierarchy too from what Colm said. Your boss has been stealin’ a lot of scores from us, we’ve had to work twice as hard to get by.”

“Yeah, and your boss has killed a lot of us, including Dutch’s girl. Not only that, they’ve stolen scores from us too. Which one is harder to replace, darlin’? People or money?”

“You tell me, Arthur. You killed my brother! He practically raised me and if it wasn’t for him, I’d have died years ago.”

Arthur narrows his eyes, he almost seems sorry. “So what you gonna do, darlin’? Kill me? Your brother’s first mistake was joinin’ Colm’s boys. He’s honestly lucky he lasted that long, as are you.”

His words sting and you fire first, not aiming to kill him but your anger has fueled your trigger. He dodges behind a tree and then fires back at you. A boulder provides cover for you. The next few moments pass quickly and you exchange gunshots, darting between trees and boulders. You’re standing on the porch of the cabin and Arthur gets a particularly good shot, barely missing your foot. You hop out of the way and end up crashing into the cabin. Now you’re truly screwed. The cabin’s just one big room and there’s nowhere to hide. You back into it and stand close to the fireplace.

Arthur marches into the door, his teeth bared and his eyes flashing with anger. You point your gun and pull the trigger, but it clicks. You’re out of ammo. You pull the trigger again and the same thing happens.

“Time to stop runnin’, Y/N,” he says, his pistol pointed at you.

You lower your gun, panting, and then drop it. “You’re right. Go ahead then, Arthur. I’m a dead woman anyways. Colm… he found out. About you and me. One of his boys must have talked. So even if you decide to just take pity on me and leave now, I’ll be dead in a few days. He’s coming for me, plans to make an example I imagine. Please, Arthur. Just pull the trigger. If I have to pick between a quick death and a slow one, I’ll choose quick.”

He breathes hard for a moment and then lowers his gun. “I ain’t gonna kill ya, sweetheart. Your brother may have been a fool for gettin’ involved with Colm, but sounds like he cared about ya a lot and you’re only alive now because of him. I’m sorry I shot him, darlin’, but even though we’re in different gang, I made an oath when I married ya. I promised to protect ya. I ain’t lettin’ that bastard kill ya.”

He walks slowly over to you, holstering his guns. You look up at him, a flicker of hope rising in your chest.

“Arthur, Colm will know you’re protecting me. He’ll hunt you down even more than he is now. He… he’s planning on getting to Dutch somehow, turn him into the authorities in Blackwater, collect the money and run to Mexico.”

“That ain’t happenin’, darlin’. Dutch ain’t that stupid. But you and I…” the energy between you crackles. “You and I have a lot to discuss if this marriage is gonna continue to work. I want it to work. I love ya still, despite all this.”

You leap forward and kiss him hard. The last thing you want is for your marriage to end because you made some poor choices in your youth. Arthur’s arms wind around you and then tangle into your hair. He pulls your head back and kisses your neck, his tongue coming out. Still fueled by adrenaline, you feel a sudden urge to fuck him.

Panting slightly, you look Arthur in the eyes. “How about we start working on fixin’ this marriage right now, Arthur?”

Arthur suddenly rips your shirt open and tips you backwards on the table. He kisses you hard as he strips off your shirt and your chemise, his hands automatically finding your nipples. He’s only seen and felt them a hundred times before now, but he acts like this is the first time. He kisses you hard and then he leans up, his hands leaving your body.

“Strip,” he says as he begins removing his own clothes. You can’t help but giggle as you stand up to take off your pants. As soon as you’re both naked, Arthur grabs you and puts you back onto the table. He kisses you as his cock brushes your folds. You bite his lower lip and he pulls away just slightly so your lips can’t touch anymore.

“I want ya to touch yourself,” he says. You blush. He’s never asked you to do this, preferring to touch you himself.

“Don’t you wanna do it?” you gasp as he grabs your legs and puts your feet on the edge of the table, spreading your knees so you’re exposed.

“I wanna watch you get yourself off,” he says, his deep voice going through your body. His hands leave you and he takes a step back, his eyes on your lower half. Even from here, you can see he’s breathing hard as he waits for you, expectantly.

You haven’t touched yourself since before you got married to Arthur. You haven’t had to. The thought of your own hands getting yourself off turns you on though, so you slide your fingers down and begin stroking your clit. You lay your head on the table, closing your eyes as you touch yourself. One hand circles your clit, studying your own nub as the other goes to your entrance. You open your eyes and see Arthur still standing there, his hands pulling on his cock as he watches you. Your eyes go down to his length, he’s already dripping.

“You like what you see?” you ask, circling again and again. He nods and you press your fingers harder against yourself, going a bit faster. He must be able to hear how wet you are as your fingers stroke; he begins pumping himself a bit faster. As you get yourself closer to your release, your hips begin thrusting up and down slowly. Before long, you’re letting go to your own hand.

When you come down, you look at Arthur and he’s standing between your legs. He grabs you, pulls you off the table and turns you around so your back is facing him. He bends you forward and spreads your legs, his cock finding your entrance easily. He plants his hands beside yours as he begins pushing himself into you forcefully. Then one hand grabs your hip, holding you close and his other goes up to your breast, fiddling with your nipple. You gasp in his grip as he moves fast, his cock sliding in and out of you. His lips kiss where your shoulder meets your neck and he nips you, making you hiss.

This is new for Arthur, for you. All the times you’ve had sex with him, he’s been gentle unless you asked him to be rough. Now he’s pushing himself hard, his hands squeezing almost too tight on your hip and nipple. You have to stiffen your arms in order to prevent collapsing onto the table from the force of his bucking.

“Arthur,” you say, trying to get him to acknowledge your discomfort, although you wonder if he doesn’t care in the light of your newly exposed secrets. You feel a twinge of guilt and realize you don’t get the luxury of him making you feel good right now. Not after how much you’ve lied to him. You hang your head and want to cry, but you’re sure he’ll become angry if you do. You can’t help it though as he pounds into you. Tears begin leaking from your eyes.

“Am I hurtin’ ya?” he asks, suddenly stopping mid-thrust. His question does the trick and you let go. You’d be lying if you said his force and angle didn’t hurt just enough you won’t be able to orgasm from this.

“N-no,” you say. “It’s not you. Keep going though, Arthur, you deserve to do this to me.”

He suddenly pulls out of you and turns you around to face him. His hands go to your face and he brushes your hair away, rubbing your cheeks dry. His eyes are soft and betray his worry. He kisses you softly.

“I want ya to feel good,” he says, taking you by surprise.

“Why?” you say.

“Because I love ya, despite all this. Darlin’, I love ya so much.”

“But I’ve lied to you. Hurt you.”

“I know,” he says softly. “But you ain’t the only one. I’ve lied too. Not only that, I took your brother away from you. I ain’t ever gonna forgive myself for that.” He kisses you softly.

You smile up at him and then lay down onto the table, spreading your legs. “Well, in that case, do what you must. Show me how sorry you are.”

He smiles and pumps his cock again, making it stiffen up once more. He pushes back into you and starts to buck. This angle is much better as he can brush your spot. You close your eyes as your body moves from his force. His hands go to your hips, pushing you down onto him when he pushes in, allowing him to pound into you. You plant your feet onto the table again, giving him a better angle and your hand slides down to your slit. You’re hungry for the stimulation to your clit. When you begin brushing, you groan audibly. The sounds you make cause him to buck faster.

“Always thought you sounded so pretty when I’m fuckin’ you,” he growls. You open your eyes and find his. The blue is so pretty and the intensity of them makes you rub even faster. It doesn’t take long before you’re going off again. Arthur doesn’t stop thrusting though as you clench your teeth and tip your head back, letting go. Your hand stops and he pushes it out of the way, stroking your clit. He wants to prolong your orgasm, you realize.

“A-Arthur!” you whine as your orgasm rocks through your body. He still pounds into you, his fingers circling your clit. He gives it a quick flick and your hips thrust up. “I’m coming!” you grunt loudly. You feel as though you’re levitating, or perhaps your soul’s leaving your body. Thankfully, his hand stops and he goes back to thrusting your hips in time to his.

You come down from your high, your hair planted to your neck. He grins down at you wickedly and continues pumping into you. His eyes glue themselves to your bouncing breasts. His hips suddenly snap against yours and he pulls out quickly, his hot seed spilling onto your stomach. When he’s done, he pants above you, his cock growing soft again.

“Fuck,” he says. You’re breathing heavily and you reach up, pulling him down for a long kiss. He pulls away after a moment and reaches into his satchel, pulling out a cloth and cleaning you up. You sit up when he’s done and look at him hard, feeling relaxed in the wake of your passions.

“Okay, Arthur. We need to talk about what’s going to happen. To us.”

Arthur sits beside you on the table, your arms brushing. He grabs your hand and kisses it. “Well, I thought that’d be rather obvious, darlin’. I’m bringin’ ya with me to my gang. We’re out in a place called Horseshoe Overlook. Real pretty, think you’d like it.”

“What about Dutch?” you ask. “Won’t he try to kill me when he finds out?”

“He’ll be angry sure, and he probably won’t ever trust ya. You’ll have to work extra hard, but I’ll be with ya every step of the way. Dutch knows not to interfere with my family.”

“Does he know you’re married?”

He smiles. “I think he and Hosea know I’m involved with a woman, though I doubt they know I’m married. Dutch knows though that I’ll go where you go, he ain’t got a say in that. And I know he wants me around. Don’t worry, you’ll be safe, darlin’. Especially if you got some dirt to dig up on Colm. As long as you don’t try hidin’ what you know, you’ll be fine. That’s the mistake Kieran made. Wouldn’t speak even when we starved and beat him. Had to threaten him with Bill’s geldin’ tongs.”

“So you’re saying that as long as I speak up before they have a chance to torture me, I’ll be fine?”

“Yes and no. Like I said, don’t think Dutch will ever trust ya.”

“I didn’t stay in the gang for Colm. That man’s a bastard and I’d like nothing more than to see him shot. I stayed for my brother. I would have left the gang as soon as I found out he was dead, but Colm doesn’t allow deserters. Either you’re an O’Driscoll or you’re dead.”

“I understand, darlin’. And if that’s the case, it might make Dutch be a little more lenient on ya.” He squeezes your hand again. “Now how about you and I go somewhere I can keep ya safe? Or would you prefer we go another round again?”

You smile at him. “I think one more round sounds nice.”

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Danger Noodles Chapter 3 The Part With the Vore

Wordcount: 2 K

Summary: Giant nagas, unlike micro nagas, have gastric brooding. In other words, Protective Baby Noms are a thing!

Note: This story follows two timelines, one with vore and one without. This chapter belongs to the vore timeline and is almost entirely different from the non-vore version.

Cowritten with @that-prey-lounge!

[Danger Noodles Masterpost]

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Roman awoke, heart pounding in his chest. Remus was also awake, he could feel the tense grab on his bicep.

“Wolves.”

“They won’t come in here.”

“They might come for the butchered carcass. We didn’t eat it and it smells of blood. The bears haven’t just put the pressure on us.”

Roman bit his lip, glancing down at the three humans snuggled up in their nest of coils. “We can’t let our humans get eaten. Not by anybody. They’re so small and defenseless.”

Remus nodded. “Like babies,” he agreed.

Roman suddenly perked up. “Like babies! Remus, we can protect them like Mom used to protect us!” He looked at the humans again, mentally comparing them to the infants he and Remus had once been. Adult humans were bigger, and the twins weren’t yet fully grown. Roman frowned in realization. “I don’t think we can fit more than one apiece.”

Remus considered it. “Virgil seems most capable of protecting himself.”

The twins shared a look, and Roman picked up Patton in his hands. The little human squirmed slightly, but Roman managed to shush him and lull him back to sleep.

Remus untangled Logan from Virgil and softly rubbed the human’s hair until he was fully asleep again.

“Down the hatch, for protection.” Remus looked over at Roman, who nodded.

Roman opened up, unhinging his jaw. He flexed a muscle in his throat, opening up the right passageway and sealing off the wrong one. It absolutely wouldn’t do to get this wrong. Gently, he eased Patton’s legs down his gullet.

Remus followed his example, easing Logan down the right passageway so he’d be safe in Remus’s pouch.

The twins clicked their jaw shut in near unison, hands supporting their middles as the humans slipped down into them. Unlike their dinners from earlier, the humans stopped at the base of their human-like torsos. Rather than a stomach, they were inside the special brooding pouch every naga had to carry their young in until they were strong enough to handle themselves in the outside world. The twins had never used theirs before, but this felt very right.

Slowly, the twins sank back into their nest, curling up belly-to-belly so that their gently swollen middles touched. Roman pulled Virgil over, draping him across their bellies, and without needing even a word to communicate the idea, the twins wrapped each other and the humans in a protective hug, then coiled their tails all round so that the three little ones were protected in the very center of the ball. Their arms kept the heavy mass of scales suspended over Virgil so he couldn’t be crushed by accident.

“Remember curling up together in Momma’s pouch?” Remus said softly, already drifting off again.

“Mm-hm,” Roman murmured. “That was good. Never felt safer. I couldn’t tell where my tail ended and yours began, most of the time.”

Neither naga considered, as they fell back asleep, that humans didn’t have childhood experience with being protected inside their parents, and wouldn’t immediately realize that that was what this was.

The twins were awoken by the sound of screaming.

The rising sun softly filled the usually dark cave with gentle morning light. Virgil filled it with panicked screams, frantically squirming between them. The two nagas moved apart.

Virgil scrambled away from them and over to the three humans’ bags. After a moment’s fumbling, he yanked his long knife free, brandishing it in the direction of the two nagas, who were clutching their softly bulging bellies.

“What is it?” Roman softly rubbed his middle, feeling Patton wake up inside. “Where’s the danger?”

Virgil spluttered and pointed his knife at the naga. “Spit them up! Right now!”

“Huh?”

“You’re both monsters! You murdered my friends!”

Remus blinked, and then looked at Roman. “Humans don’t have pouches. Roman, humans don’t have pouches.”

“He thinks we killed them.” Roman covered his mouth in horror.

“Of course I think you killed them!” Virgil snarled, clearly enraged. “What happened to Patton being ‘too cute to eat,’ huh? Couldn’t you have at least spared him?” His voice was tight, on the verge of tears. “Couldn’t you have eaten me instead?”

“We did spare them.” Roman put his hands on his abdomen. “They’re safe—”

“Try that with someone else.” The knife pointed at them trembled. “Spit them out, or I’m going to gut you!”

Remus glanced at Roman, making a small hand gesture. Roman nodded, and they pounced.

Roman pinned Virgil on his back. Remus disarmed him and tossed the knife away.

“Listen to us, your friends are safe. We’ve just tucked them away in our pouches.” Roman felt Patton squirm a little more.

“Why should I trust you? You ate my friends!”

Remus scoffed. “It was barely eating. We just put them in our mouths and swallowed. They are not in a stomach, and they’re fine.”

Logan was moving too from the noises surrounding him and the quick movement. Patton was the first to speak, however. “Roman? Is that you?”

Virgil cried out, and Roman felt Patton squirm a little more vigorously.

“Virgil! Where are you? R-Roman! What happened?”

“Wolves got too close for comfort in the night. Remus and I swallowed a couple of you up to keep you safe.” Roman gently patted his belly. “We, uh, forgot humans don’t have baby pouches to do this kinda thing with.”

“Ah,” Logan said, oddly calm, his voice muffled by the layers of Remus’s flesh between them. “That would explain the unusual surroundings.”

“Logan!” Virgil shouted. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, I’m fine,” Logan said. “This is definitely not a stomach. It’s quite dry, and there’s only one opening, up at the top.” He was quiet for a moment. “Did you say this is a baby pouch?”

“Yeah.” Roman gently rubbed his belly with the heel of his hand. “Naga parents keep their babies in here for the first couple years. Most of my earliest memories of my Momma are her pouch.”

“Fascinating.” Logan sounded like he was itching for his notebook. “That would explain why your food slid past your bellies right to your tails yesterday. I was under the impression that all nagas had two stomachs, but apparently not.”

Roman blinked. “Who told you that?”

Patton perked up. “Oh! Our mouser naga, Dee-Dee!”

“Can— can you let them out?” Virgil interrupted. “This is unnerving.”

Remus nodded and Roman slithered back, letting Virgil up. After a second, the twins started to make a noise not unlike a cat with a hairball, and then Patton and Logan both tumbled to the floor. Luckily, the nagas had been bent over, so it wasn’t a long drop. They picked themselves up.

“Impressive,” Logan said, dusting himself off. “Not a single tear on my clothes, despite your sharp, backward-pointed teeth.”

Virgil grabbed his friends, squeezing them in a tight hug.

After a second, Remus tapped Patton on the shoulder. “Don’t mean to interrupt, but, uhm, Dee-Dee? A mouser naga?”

Patton nodded. “I’m allergic to cats,” he said, like that explained everything. Roman supposed that to a human, it might’ve.

“What is a mouser naga?” he asked.

“They’re nagas, like you guys, but really little.” Patton estimated about two or so feet with his hands. “Dee-Dee is only about this big. He’s just a little fella, and he used to be even smaller, but he’s been growing. I bought him a while ago because we had a real bad mouse problem, but he’s part of the family now.”

The twins blinked owlishly at each other. “We didn’t know those things existed.”

“What did you think I was referring to when I mentioned smaller nagas last night?” Logan asked.

Roman shrugged. “Juveniles?”

Remus estimated the size with his own hands and shook his head. “I don’t think we were ever that small before.”

Logan shrugged. “Humans have been basing assumptions of your species off the observation of the micro naga, since it’s dangerous to study you directly. Obviously that resulted in some errors.”

Roman tsked loudly, shaking his head. “Looks like Remus and I might need to let you poke at us more, if you don’t even know about the baby pouch.”

Logan practically lit up. “Would you really?” he asked eagerly.

“Of course, if it’ll help your understanding.”

Virgil sighed quietly. “And the nerd is going to bounce off the walls.”

Logan nodded, grinning broadly. “This is splendid!” he said. “I can get my equipment, and conduct a proper study. I may be the first person to ever have this opportunity.”

Remus scooped Patton up, hugging him softly. “All because this little dumpling won us over.”

Logan paused. “That’s right. Patton, I owe you. Thank you.”

Virgil softly touched Logan on the arm. “I don’t want to be That Guy, but we really have to go. We were supposed to be home yesterday, and we’ve got things to do.”

Roman pouted. “Do you have to?” he asked. “Don’t humans like eating food in the mornings before they do things?”

“We do,” Patton agreed. He gave Virgil a pleading look. “I’m hungry, Vee.”

Virgil sighed. “All we have is room-temperature venison, and our snacks, which we can eat on the go.”

Remus chewed his lip, resisting the urge to just coil around the three of them and never let go. “We’ll escort you to the edge of our territory.”

Logan nodded stiffly. “Sounds reasonable, considering someone got us lost.” He side-eyed Virgil, who at least had the grace to look a little embarrassed.

“So are you not gonna eat the rest of the cook deer?” Remus asked, edging over toward it.

“I’m thinking no,” Virgil said.

Remus grinned and swept the meat up into his hands. Roman hissed slightly as it vanished into Remus’s stomach.

“You glutton!”

“You snooze, you lose.” Remus shrugged, licking his lips.

“You didn’t even savor it!”

As the twins devolved into arguing, the three humans collected their gear, making sure everything was in place.

Virgil retrieved his knife from where it had been flung. Inspecting it, he frowned. It had a ding on the blade from striking against a rock. That would take some effort to smooth out. He was about to head back to the others when he noticed something that gave him pause. Behind one of the larger rocks was a pile of bones of all sorts. Some of them were definitely inhuman— for example, a curved rib bone nearly as long as Virgil was tall— and he couldn’t spot any obviously human bones in the pile, but even so, a chill ran down his spine.

’That was nearly us.’ Virgil swallowed nervously as he returned to the others. ‘Thank goodness Patton can melt even the iciest of hearts.’

They were on their way out of the woods soon, and the twins’ playful banter almost made Virgil forget about the bones. Almost.

It didn’t take long before the nagas complained that humans walked too slowly. That was all the warning they got before they were scooped up into huge arms. Roman lifted Logan, while Remus picked Virgil and Patton up together, squishing them into each other in his hands for a few moments.

“Remus,” Roman scolded lightly. Holding Logan against his chest with one hand, he used the other to help his brother reposition. Remus ended up with a human in each arm, half leaning on his chest.

“Comfy?”

Virgil squirmed a bit, more uncomfortable with the situation than with his position. “It’s fine.”

Traveling like that, they covered ground much more quickly. Soon, they reached the edge of the twins’ territory. Although they stopped, the nagas looked very hesitant to set their new friends down. Patton patted Remus’s arm. “It’s okay,” he said. “We’ll come back to visit.”

“Promise me?”

Patton nodded. “I promise.”

Logan brushed himself off. “Of course we’ll return eventually. I’ve been promised cooperation in clearing up biological misconceptions.”

Virgil tightly hugged himself while everyone said their goodbyes. When it came his turn, he gently patted Roman on the forearm. “Thanks… for not eating us.”

“You’re welcome.” Roman softly ruffled his hair. “Take care of yourselves.”

The three humans continued forward, with more than a few backwards glances at their large new friends.

~~~~~

Chapter 4: Home Again

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The Real Story Behind Krampus (2017), And The 17 Other Terrifying Christmas Tales And Traditions You NEED To Know About

Christmas is a time for family, a time for laughter, and a time for drinking volumes of alcohol that make your cousins concerned about your emotional wellbeing.

But most importantly, it's a time for demons to hunt down children and stuff them full of straw and pebbles. No, I’m not talking about the Eastenders Christmas Special - I’m talking about the Christmas traditions they don’t put in Hallmark movies.

As Christmas has been celebrated for 2000 years, it has amassed a collation of equally terrifying traditions and monsters that only the dark corners of history could conjure up.

Although confirmed by the Dickensian tradition of sharing ghost stories (see Matthew Mcconaughey movie - or failing that some old book about poverty in Victorian Britain), it seems we’ve forgotten the true terror behind the most wonderful time of the year!

So, as your favourite paranormal blogger, I’ve taken it upon myself to bring together everything creepy ‘bout Christmas.

Today’s post is gonna take y’all through the mythical monsters you should be on the lookout for, plus the Christmas traditions that bare a dark, twisted backstory.

Which is all of them.

Let’s get spooky!

First, Let’s All About The Monsters Of Christmas

Hands up if you’ve watched Krampus (2017).

Here’s the trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h6cVyoMH4QE

It might not be Love, Actually, nor will it ever score a set of great reviews, but it got everyone talking about the mythical creature titling the film.

Need a summary?

This dark-comedy/horror film centres around a dysfunctional family at Christmas. When the youngest child loses faith in Santa, he rips up his letter to him, sending a signal to Krampus that he has lost his Christmas spirit and thus must be punished!

Okay, this film doesn’t fit the actual legend that well. But the kid does get dragged to hell - and unfortunately, that’s what sticks closest to the creature titling the film.

On top of this, the movie features the classic mysterious European grandmother that has a story about the war (as a European I can confirm this). But her story isn’t about an air raid, or some long-gone past ruler; instead, it explains a twisted tale regarding the most famous companion of Father Christmas.

That being said, it provides an introduction that only scratches the surface of the mythical creatures of Crimbo:

Krampus is the half-goat, half-demon creature that is often witnessed wandering ‘round with Santa Claus. Concieved in the pre-christian era in central europe, his aim of existence was to punish naughty children.

“So, Santa provides for the nice kids, Krampus provides for the naughty kids? Got it.”

If only it was that simple.

Krampus’s family tree is more twisted than the British royal family - and has a similar collection of dodgy relatives:

Son of the Norse goddess, Hel (ruler of the underworld and the dead), Krampus is a Perchten, a race of beasts born to scare away Winter. Never heard of ‘em? Well, you’ve probably heard of his grandfather, then: Loki.

Given his famous hegemony, it follows that he is always believed to be the Horned God of the Witches, and sticks to a devilish image.

With a dark, hairy body, large fangs and a tongue hanging far below his bottom lip, beast-like is an understatement. Accessorising his frightful look is a grasp of birch branches or a whip, as well as a sack or basket (to put children in and take to hell or save for a quick drink and snack later), and chains.

However, the chains part is still subject to debate: some believe it is an attempt to bind the devil by the Catholic Church in attempt to control him, while others claim it is because Krampus is Santa’s slave.

This directly relates to the position of Krampus and his fellow monsters - they are all believed to be Santa’s companions.

So, we know who Krampus is. But did you know he has a whole night devoted to him?

Krampusnacht falls on the 6th December, a day from which people put on masks and get drunk, scaring kids. Alternatively, you can dress up and hand out coal, mirroring the Krampus spirit! Nevertheless, both serve as a reminder to children not to be naughty, as does the bundle of golden birch branches you can have in your house.

Now, who’s ready to get their feminist on?

Frau Perchta is the female counterpart of Krampus.

This goddess-monster goes about giving good kids silver coins, and giving naughty kids, uh, well, death.

She’d slice ‘em open, and stuff ‘em full of straw and pebbles. But her backstory goes much further than simply murdering children: as she oversees spinning as a part of the 12 days of Christmas, she focuses on people that get their work done.

And if you slack? Then you gon’ get murdered.

Given her name, it’s obvious that like Krampus, she’s a beast-like creature. But her animalistic tropes only go so far as her feet - just like Krampus’ single goat hoof, she has a swan foot.

“So, she’s a swan?”

Nope - she’s either regarded as a beautiful young woman, or an old crone.

Classic Patriarchy.

Next up is another animal, but this time, it comes in the form of a cat. Unfortunately, the Yule Cat is less Instagram, and more deadly. Yep - this Icelandic beast eats the kids that fail to complete their chores before Christmas.

Just like Frau Perchta, it can be traced back to farmers attempting to scare their workers into getting shizz done. If they hadn’t processed the autumn wool, they’d be eaten by the cat. If they had, they’d receive new clothes.

You’d better be thankful for those socks, then!

But it turns out the Yule Cat isn’t the only monster from Iceland. In fact, he’s actually the pet of a family of ferocious Christmas beasts!

Gryla and Leppaludi are a couple hell-bent on detecting naughty children. Gryla, the matriarch of this famalam - is a Norse giantess, who wanders round each and every village in iceland. Once she’s found said children, she eats them.

Often she is described as a beggar, asking for parents to turn over their disobedient children so she can chuck ‘em in her sack, and add them to her signature stew!

Her husband - well, third husband but who’s judging - Leppaludi, is what the Daily Mail would label a benefit-scrounger as he hangs about in their cave all day. On top of this is their 12 children: The Yule Lads.

(God, this has a Daily Mail story written all over it.)

Each lad has a different, um, quirk.

One harasses sheep. One steels tupperware - no, seriously, he makes a point of stealing pots with lids. And another steals candles from children.

So that’s Iceland covered - let’s head back to continental Europe!

Hans Trapp is our next contender for the ultimate creep of Christmas. Trapp is a resident of Alsace-Lorraine, and comes from near the border of France and Germany. But what’s really terrifying about this monster is that he once existed.

Hans Von Trotha was a French Knight and man of particular political distinction. From his feuds with the church, to his ever-roaming spirit after he died, the following myth was by no means a random creation. However, the backstory to Hans Trapp took a bit of a detour from his past:

Trapp was reportedly a Satanist who would kill children. Yeah, you can see a theme here…

This rich, greedy man was excommunicated by the church, and then exiled to the forest where he would hunt children. Well, he would until struck by a bolt of lightning sent by God. But despite his rather dark past, his backstory is less really-demonic, more redemptive.

A bit like Krampus, he seeks to remind kids to be virtuous, teaming up with St. Nicholas to ensure children would be nice.

Next is Romanian Werewolves.

Yep, that’s plural.

Sure, these man-beasts show up during the full moon, but also makes a point of unleashing their true forms at Christmas. This has merged with caroling in Romania - dressing up as animals and pissing off people busy having a cheeky Baileys rather than see their family is a common occurrence there.

Oh, and they go around and tell you not to have sex.

No, seriously, you aren’t allowed to have sex on Christmas Eve cause Jesus or somethin’.

The other Christmas mythical creatures include:

Le Pere Fouettard, some fella who tags along with St. Nick, delivering lumps of coal to naughty kids. Well, when he’s not beating them up, that is!

Knecht Ruprecht joins Santa on his rounds too, but he isn’t like Pere, don’t worry! He kidnaps children, instead.

Next up is Zwarte Piet, one of Santa’s helpers who listens at the chimney of family homes to deduce if kids have been naughty or nice. Guys, we got a wholesome helper! Wait - people dress up in blackface to celebrate him?

I think we can all agree that racism is far scarier than anything else on this list…

Lastly, we have Belsnickel. And don’t worry, there’s no racism here. This bloke clad in fur and random clothes asks kids if they’ve been naughty or nice during the year.

Let’s Talk About The Terrifying Traditions

Well, we did it, guys!

We made it through the monsters behind a Merry Christmas.

And you can rest easy knowing these are all mythical creatures that can add a smidge of spook to your Christmas. But now it’s time to discuss the spooky side to the traditions we pull out of the attic year-upon-year.

So, no, these aren’t based on myths or religion - its based on historical fact!

Great.

Anyways:

If there’s one thing that defines Christmas - and is currently crippling my bank account - its gift giving.

Thinking of giving someone scissors for the most wonderful time of the year? It will literally cut your friendship or relationship in two. And shoes? The receiver of your gift will metaphorically walk away from your relationship.

But if you’re looking for a more, uh, positive gift, a wallet or purse should be on your shopping list, instead.

Wallets with money in them are believed to ward off demons, ghosts, and all other scary things.

Another creepy Christmas fact is the historical origins of mince pies. As a Brit, seeing Americans attempt to comprehend mince pies always figures as a solid meme. But the origin of it doesn’t steer too far from ‘Murican attempts to replicate this Christmas treat.

Back in the 16th century, cannibals would add human meat to pies, selling it off as actual meat. Oh, and this parallels some vague rumour of Santa being a cannibal. Basics, a holy man told him to give gifts to kids instead of eating them.

In some strange and convoluted way this somehow chocks up to mincemeat now insinuating that there is no meat in there, instead.

*shrugs*

Speaking of tasty treats, why not make sure you stick to the rule of the Baker’s Dozen at Christmas?

When bakers would make batches, they would provide 13 of something instead of a dozen in case something turned out wrong. But they would also provide an extra roll, or a bun, at Christmas!

It’s for that reason that on the 12th day of Christmas, you have to take down your Christmas tree. Fail to do so? You’re gonna have to keep it up all year, then. It’s a mouldy pine tree, or its bad luck.

Our next tradition stakes it claim as the twisting of a Crimbo icon: it’s Santa Claus, himself.

But this time, he takes on an urban legend that I’m sure many actually believe: understandably, ‘santa’ can be traced to ‘satan’, as if it is the unholy being himself but in disguise. And ‘claus’? It can be translated to ‘hoof claws’, a running theme we see with the monsters like Krampus.

So, could it be the devil in disguise?

Satan aside, who else likes trooping up to midnight mass and singing about the JC?

Well Christmas carols - and even carolling itself - actually sticks to a relatively dark past. Take Good King Wenceslas - this bloke let in peasants and encouraged them to join his bountiful feast!

Unfortunately, his charitable efforts were not rewarded. He was stabbed with a lance repeatedly outside a church upon his own brother’s orders, and was then dismembered.

Yikes.

Historically, carollers would partake in similarly violent activities, demanding food and drink from their audience. Heck, they would even so so far as to start attacking, raping, and destroying their property!

Guess it wasn’t a very Silent Night, then…

Our penultimate tradition is that of the Nutcracker: Whether you’re watching it, or using it to have a Christmas-specific nibble, there’s no doubt that this is pretty popular image of the festive season.

But - and it’s a big ol’ ‘but’ - it’s based on a truly terrifying story.

No, there’s no ghosts, no ghouls, and certainly no demons. But there is a child marriage.

The story goes that a girl, Marie, sees a nutcracker come to life. Her Grandfather than launches into this story of how men can be cursed with the ugliness of a nutcracker. She replies by saying she’d marry one no matter how they looked.

She is then whisked away into a magical world from which she marries a nutcracker.

This all goes down whilst she is 8 years old.

Our final tradition of terror is less about the abuse of young girls, and more about evil beings breaking into your house. Merry Christmas?

See, you’d think that people coming down your chimney is reserved for one bloke in particular, but it turns out that European tales of malicious spirits taking the same route is a common tale frequently told.

Belsnickel does the same, as do Greek goblins in order to terrorise the residents of the house.

So - What’s Your Verdict?

Which tradition left you shook?

And what Christmas film are you now going to watch to try and wipe this from your brain?

Be sure to hit follow to see a real spooky story tous les jours (everyday for the unsophisticated among us)!

At this point, I would tell you to have a Merry Christmas, but I think a safe one where, you know, you don’t get dragged to hell by Krampus, is best.

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