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Joke’s on You!

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Chapter 8: Bats and Stalkers

Red Hood watched as his newest subordinate flittered around their current base, the kid had shown up two weeks ago and had slowly integrated themself into his gang. Hood still didn’t know if he should trust the kid or not but other than a strange buzz whenever they were near, he had no reason to mistrust them. The kid was… strange but seemed to genuinely want to help despite having admitted to practically stalking him for weeks before approaching. He huffed as he thought over their first encounter.

*****

Jason sighed as he leaned back, legs dangling over the edge of the abandoned theatre's roof. It was a slow night and the semi-peace had him on alert, calm in Gotham almost never bode well for anyone. He'd removed his Hood, Domino in place as he looked over Crime Alley, smoke trailing from his lips as he took a drag from his cigarette.

The usual Gotham smog clouded the sky, obscuring the stars from view. It was nearing early morning when a scuff from behind had him instinctively grabbing his guns as he got to his feet and spun around to face the intruder. Pausing to take in the figure in front of him. They had their hands up in a show of peace and remained calm under hoods scrutiny. "who are you?"

Instead of a verbal answer, they slowly began to sign. "I want to join you. I'm new in Gotham, been following the bats and rogues the last few weeks. Thought my skills and goal lined up best with yours"

'Huh, that's knew.' Jason leaned down to pick up his Hood and put it on before replying. "Why'd you think that? If yah know who I am, what's your goal?"

The kid? they looked about Duke or Tims age, not that he could tell much from the full head and face mask they wore. Similar to Black Bat. 'A copy cat?'' He took the chance to look them over more thoroughly as he waited for a response. Their outfit covered every inch of skin and was mostly black with thin hacker green and screen blue lines running along the seams and crisscrossing their chest, almost resembling the motherboard of a computer, the area covering the eyes glowed faintly and was the same screen blue, there was also a neon red X over the mouth area that looked to have been painted on rather aggressively over a silver grin.

The boots they wore were strange, they were similar to Nightwing's skintight suit but in place of the thin flexible soles, they had thick heavy silver platforms that resemble combat boots. 'how'd they sneak up on me in those?' he wondered. Tucked into the boots was a pair of loose cargo style pants, held up with a silver belt. The top once again bore resemblance to Nightwing's skin tight suit with the sleeves continuing on to cover the hands, each finger tipped in silver claws.

Movement from their hands caught his attention, he paid keen attention as they signed. "1-Personal investment in taking down the Joker. 2-Need help, you were the best bet in letting me get my shot, others would try talk me out of it. 3-Don't feel like being a Rogue. 4-I'm good at gathering info unnoticed."

They let their hands drop to their sides but kept them in sight, head cocked to the side as they waited for a reaction. Hood thought it over. "Prove the last one and I'll let you in on a trial run. Once you do that we can go over house rules and the types of jobs you'll get."

Jason had fully expected the kid to agree and leave to gather information on some gang or something. He was not expected for them to slowly reach behind them and pull out multiple folders, from seemingly nowhere and toss the stack onto the floor between them. Giving them another once over, he saw nowhere they could have possible hid the stack. Looking from the stack to the kid in question, he tilted his head in silent inquiry. They gat the message and began to sign. "That's all the info I gathered on the other Bats during my time observing them, as well as information I gathered on various Rogues and factions in Gotham"

Jason's brow rose under his hood as he slowly moved to pick up the files. flipping through the stack, he could feel his brows clime higher and higher as he did before farrowing when he got to the folders on the Bats. The files were incredibly detailed, describing each of their patrol routes, rotations, preferred routes, habits, favourite rest stops and they even went into detail on their relationships and who paired best with who for fights and recon missions.

He glanced up at the kid, who was currently staring up at the smog filled sky. 'I'll have to leave soon, the sky is already started to turn pale.' He quickly skimmed through the rest of the files, almost snorting as he came across a picture of Nightwing face planting a window at Wayne Enterprises Tower. 'It's a good thing Bruce had all the windows reinforced'. His humour quickly turned into a scowl when he came across a picture of Red Hood dangling from his ankle after being caught in a trap set by Spoiler. "What's your plan if I say no?"

"Black Mail you into letting me join." Jason's brows shot up at that.

"And if that fails?" Jason was curious, what would this kid do?.

"Help you any way. You just wont see me." Jason resisted the urge pinch the bridge of is nose.

"Fine Kid, I'll let you in for a trial period of a month, if you double cross me in any way you're out. Got it?"

Jason received a nod and salute from the kid. "Alright, come here tomorrow at 9pm and I'll lead you to the warehouse we use for debriefs. We'll start on one of the gangs we've been onto for awhile, you got some good tips here. From there we'll test your skills. Now, What do I call you kid?"

"Not a kid. 18. You can call me Hex." With that the kid stepped back, spun and made a running leap to the next roof top. Quickly disappearing into the distance.

"Hex, huh." He'd have to keep an eye on them, they were good, if they could keep tabs on the Bats without being caught. he bit his lip as he looked through the files again until he found the one on Black Bat. 'I really hope this kid doesn't turn out to be a budding Rogue... this is Tim level of fuck all stalking and the fact they manage to make a file on Black Bat... She hadn't mentioned anything, so either she felt there was no threat or she did not detect them at all.' With a heavy sigh, Jason gathered the files and stuffed them in to the bag he used for collecting shit from the dealers or thugs he came across during patrols. Stretching out, he slung the bag over his shoulder and made his way down to his bike. it was time to get back to his safe house and sleep before tackling whatever the hell that encounter had been.

*****

Danny yawned as they stretched out on their couch, it had been two weeks since they got themselves an in with Hoods gang, things were going well so far. They were still doing grunt work being a runner, but Danny found it fascinating. It reminded them of watching his sperm donor's operations but at the same time it was the complete opposite. Where before they were always wary, now they were at ease and confident in their safety. Back then there was always screams, crying and fights in the background, with the current Red Hood? There was a camaraderie, a deep understanding that they work to help those in Crime Alley.

Hood ruled by respect, fear and protection. It settled something in Danny to see the Red Hood title so far removed from their childhood memories. It was also a surprise to find that Red Hood was the source of the Angry/Hurt tugging they had felt here and there since entering Gotham. Red Hood was a Revenant, a sick one at that. Danny had slowly been filtering the corrupt ectoplasm via proximity and was happy to feel the Anger slowly drain away. They couldn't do much about the other emotions but the Anger was defiantly a direct result of the corruption.

"Oomph!" Danny's thoughts were interrupted by a weight landing on their back. "Hello to you too. Why are you trying to suffocate me, this fine afternoon?"

"I Know" There was something smug in her voice.

"Know what?" Danny gave a half hearted attempt to dislodge the Little Shadow but she only readjusted and they gave up with a huff.

"Hex." Danny stiffened and made to sit up, Cass easily slid off them and sat next to them.

"How?" Danny observed her, she was calm and didn't look or feel upset, they were rather confused about the Happy/Smug/Mistchief she was unknowingly giving off.

"Was following Red Hood, He was acting strange. Good strange but strange. Saw Hex use Sign for Me. Only you use Swan sign but Hex used Swan and Hood say Black Bat!" She really looked proud of herself. They had figured out the Bats were the Waynes almost immediately after seeing Nightwing do a quadruple flip and Black Bat's Liminalty gave her away as Cass.

"Ok, fine I'm Hex... What now?" They looked at her curiously.

"Keep secret. Not tell Bats, yet." Danny watched as she seemed to hesitate before continuing in sign. They froze as they watched her hands. "Bats found the Ecto-Act, Big bat is not happy and is investigating how no one found it before. He also wants to know why he was not told and if calls to the Justice League was made."

Danny sighed and flopped back into the couch. turning to look at Cass they decided to tell he the parts of their story they left out the last time. Seems help was coming sooner than they expected. This changed a few things but over all? It was good. They felt Cass snuggle into their side. Danny glanced at her and smiled before grabbing their phone and ordering takeout. Seems they were having a stay in day. They might ask for the nigh off from Hood if Cass doesn't have patrol, they could watch movies and dance. Yeah, that sounds good.

Chapter 9: Stalker meet Stalker

Hex hid in the shadows, ever observant as they waited for their chance to make an appearance. During their observation and information gathering, in order to guarantee a way into Hoods gang, they had noticed the source of the main reason they were in this Cursed city was coming from the Red Bird. So every chance they got, Hex would go out and follow the Red Bird to figure out if the tugging was coming from him specifically or from an object he was carrying. The Red Bird was currently wrapping up an attempted robbery. Hex leaned back on the ledge, rubbing a hand over their chest where they knew their core rested. The tugging was more frantic now that they were so close to figuring it out. A click got their attention and they realised all the thugs had been secured and the Red Bird was getting ready to continue his patrol.

'There!' Hex jumped to the next roof, landing just as Red Robin swung over the ledge. Hex watched as the Bird paused and settle into a well hidden ready stance as he took notice of the fact he wasn't alone.

*****

"Who are you?" Tim kept his focus on the unknown as he subtly clicked the alert on his belt. It would let the others know he had encountered an unknown but to hold back until they are confirmed to be hostile. The unknown tilted their head to the side as they slowly lifted their hands, Tim watched as they began to sign.

"They call me Hex. You have something I've been looking for." Hex leaned against the large vent, hands still visible.

Tim waited but when they didn't continue, he shifted into a more relaxed stance. "And what would that be?"

Tim watched as they slumped slightly, giving the impression they were sighing. "I don't know."

"You don't know?" Tim raised a brow at that. "Then how do you know I have what you want?"

Hex straitened a little before signing. "Something... Something lead me to this city, something was tugging me here. If it wasn't for that feeling, I never would have stepped foot in this Cursed City. But... certain circumstances left me a lot of free time and the tugging grew near painful. So, I followed it, it lead me to this city, it lead me to you. I had no idea if it was an object or a person." Tim watched as they stretched and straitened fully, shifting to face Red Robin straight on. Tim tensed, as he straightened up himself. "Now standing so close, I can tell the pull is coming from you, you directly, not something on your person. Now, I'm left with the question. 'Why?'."

Tim flinched at the sudden sound of Hex's voice. It was distorted and sounded like it was overlayed by static. He was quick to fall into a more ready stance. "So what now? You going to try capture me to figure it out?"

"No." Red Robin watched as Hex took a step back. "I know what, or rather who, the pull is coming from. Now, I need to figure out Why and How but it's clear you know nothing about it."

With that Red Robin watched as Hex flipped back and over the edge of the roof. Tim gave chase slamming into the roof top barrier and peered over the edge but there was no one there. Hex had vanished. A click from his comms had him snapping to attention. Tapping his comm once he connected to the private channel. "Red, Report."

"The unknown has left, they are apparently in Gotham because something lead them here. They were following it and, according to them, it lead them to me. They don't appear hostile, just someone searching for answers." Tim unlatched his grapple hook. "I believe it would be best to observe but do not engage in case that changes."

"Hn, can I leave this to you Red? Or should I put one of the others on this?" Tim took aim at the next roof.

"I'll be involved either way." Tim shot his grapple. "But I'll take a back seat on this one, do the paperwork and research, if they make contact again, then I'll put it on a higher priority. O.G.J.J. takes precedence."

"Don't push yourself Red. I'd rather you stepped back from anything involving the Joker." With a tug to insure it was secure, Tim stood on the ledge and swung through the Gotham night, landing on the buildings gravel top.

"I know B. But it's my case, I'll see it through." Silence fell on the comms. Aim, shoot, check and fly. Red robin soared though Gotham, watching out for any petty crimes or signs of trouble as he did a final lap of his patrol route.

"We're here, I'm here if you need help. Don't forget that Son." The Comms clicked signalling Batman had switched back to the main channel.

Tim's breath hitched as he drew in a deep breath. "I know Dad, I know."

Tim shook himself before making his way through the city and towards his bike. His thoughts on his current case and the new mystery. It would seem he'll be needing a new Pin Board.

*****

Danny narrowed their eyes as they watched the Red Bird fly away. Their Core gave a particularly hard yank as they watch him disappear behind the taller buildings. 'Just what is your connection to me Birdie.' Danny sighed as he thought of just Who the Red Bird is behind the mask. Slinking further into the shadows, Hex vanished into the night.

*****

"And just where have you been?" His tone was light but the hint of accusation was clear in Hoods voice. Jason watched as Hex slipped into his office and made themself comfortable on one of the couches, stretching out like a particularly satisfied cat. Giving the kid a once over, he gave a mental nod of satisfaction, noting they had no visible or obvious injuries. The kid sat up and began signing.

"Here and there, I got the information you wanted." Hex once again pulled a file out of nowhere and tossed it at him. Jason caught it and was quick to open it and go over the information. Remnants of the Black Mask gang had been seen gathering recently and Jason didn't feel like waiting for them to become a problem.

"What else were you up to?" Jason looked up from the file to pin Hex with a look. Though the Hood hid it. Hex sat up and pulled their legs up to sit cross-legged, staring right back at Red Hood.

"Bird watching, the red one has caught my interest, seems he has a connection to what I'm looking for." Hex sighed and slumped back into the couch. "After observing him and having a little chat... I have an idea as to what it is but not the how or the why he is connected."

"Whatever it is, it's not gonna cause trouble or put the Bird in danger." It wasn't a question, the threat was clear.

"I don't know. I hope not but with the way my life is going..." Jason observed the way Hex had hunched in on themself. The kid was good at what they do and Jason new the kid truly wanted to help more but something was haunting them, following them from wherever they came from. Jason waited for them to continue. "I have a few theories but I'm not liking any of them or the tapestry they are threading because if I'm right. Then if it weren't for my mother dumping me on my Donor My life could have gone so differently. And I would never have wished my life on another I would have died of guilt if I ever found out."

"Just let me know if you need help, or at least give a heads up if you think things will go south. I may be on the fringes but the Bats and Birds are still allies, nothing better happen ta' Red, yeah hear." Jason turned and headed for his desk, he had plans to make. As he sat down he heard a scuff and looked up. Hex was standing in front off his desk, rocking on their heels. "Ya' need something?"

"I'll be taking the next two nights off, I'll be out of town for a date" Jason felt his brow raise at that. The kid has partner? Huh, would you look at that.

"Oh? Where ya' goin' and who's the unfortunate soul?" Jason smirked at the offended huff he received from the kid.

"1st, None of you business Boss and 2nd, Black Bat." Before Hood could react, Hex had vaulted over the couch and slipped out the door. By the time Jason had gotten up and to the door, Hex was gone.

"Get back 'ere ya' Rat!" Hood yelled down the hall, even knowing it would be useless. "Damn Brat!"

*****

Cass paused in her packing when her phone started blasting 'I'm a Barbie Girl'. Tilting her head in curiosity, she set down the shirt she was folding and went to pick it up. Jason? Why's he calling so late? Sliding her finger over the screen to answer, she quickly held it up to her ear, only to yank it back as Jason's voice blasted through. She stared down at her screen until silence returned before holding it back to her ear. "Done?"

"No, but I've calmed down enough to talk." She hummed as she moved back to her bag. "Are you dating Hex?"

Cass blinked, Did Danny tell him? "Yes."

"Okay, okay. So how do you know my informant?" She could hear Jason shuffling things around and the faint clicks of mental against each other. Probably cleaning his guns.

"Met them first. became friends." She picked up the shirt and another, as she held her phone to her ear with her shoulder, and held it up to compared the two. "Followed them, learned about Hex. Went on date. Been together 3-4 weeks, more if you count hiding feelings."

"Does anyone else know?" Cass thought about it, she hadn't told anyone, neither had Danny, until now, as far as she knew. she shrugged and packed the green shirt. She noticed Danny liked seeing her in their colors.

"No." Silence fell and she went about packing the last of her things, just as she was zipping up her bag, Jason spoke up again.

"They treating ya' good?" She smiled at the very obvious and familiar tone of protectiveness in his voice.

"Yes, very good." She bit back a giggle at the resigned sigh. She fell quiet for moment before whispering. "They are good. Grew up like me, like you. They are hiding but fighting. They are strong."

She could hear Jason's breath hitch. "Okay, I won't ask. I'm happy for you Cass. You think they'll open up more and start interacting with the other Bats and Birds?"

"Yes, they are searching for something. Something will happen but we will be on their side." They were silent for another moment. "They are willing to ask, to trust but need time."

"No pushing, I got it. Bye Cass, have fun on you date!" The line went dead as Cass blushed only for it to deepen as she felt arms wrap around her and fluffy black hair tickle her neck.

"Big brother being over protective?" Cass nod, a shiver ran down her spine as Danny's lips brushed the skin off her shoulder. "You think he'll try to kill me when we get back."

"No. Make you work more." She felt their breath as they let out a groan but giggled as she felt their lips tilt up in a grin.

"It's worth it." Danny spun her around and started leading her into a dance as 'Can You Feel The Love Tonight' began playing softly from her speakers. She let them twirl her around her room before pulling them onto her bed.

"Shouldn't be here." She giggled at their pout. "Brothers, dad, grandpa Alfred and Steph are here. Steph doesn't knock. Dick knocks but will get suspicious if I take too long to answer.

Danny sighed as they flopped back onto her bed and stared at the ceiling. "Hood knows, the others will find out eventually."

"True." She flipped over so she hovered over them."Brothers will give chase if they find you here. Damien is stabby, Dick will hunt. Tim... depends on sleep level. Dad will try to lock me away and will hunt. Alfred will be disappointed."

"So they are fine with you being at my house but not me being in your room?" They raised a brow at her in amusement and she huffed before letting her full weight full onto them. "Oompf! Oi! There’s nothing to worry about. I'll just turn invisible until they leave."

Before she could reply her door was flung open and she found herself face planting her bed. "Hey Cass... What're you doing?"

Cass rolled over and sat up to see Steph in her doorway. "Resting."

"Ah-huh... I was gonna ask if you want to watch a movie and hangout. Since you're leaving tomorrow?" Cass watched as Steph looked around her room, poking at random things as she went.

"Ok, be down now." Cass made a show of picking up the things that didn't make it into her bag, Steph made a sound of agreement and left, swinging the door shut behind her. A minute passed before Danny blinked back into visibility.

"You weren't kidding when you said she doest knock." Cass thew a shirt at their face, which they promptly phased through. "OK, ok. I'll see you tomorrow."

Danny pulled her towards them and places a kiss on her forehead before drifting to the window and fading into invisibility with a wave. She shook her head, a small smile on her lips.

*****

Tim stared at the fifth board, then at the other four and groaned as he slumped into his chair. Hex was an unknown but asking around and looking up sightings he found they're working with Red Hood and showed up a few weeks after Daniel Napier. Tim stood and dragged the new board over to the others. It would seem that Hex was just another identity for one Daniel Napier.

"Just who are you? And what do you want?!" Tim ran his hands through his hair in frustration and sighed. Looks like he's going to be more involved than he thought.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dcxdp #dead silent #joker is Danny and Tim’s bio dad #Danny and Tim are twins au #twins au #dc x dp au #cass x danny #Lots of angst but also fluff

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gingerlurk · 5 months

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Joel Miller x f!Reader x EzraProspect

Out of universe. Out of character. Out of my damn mind.

Rating: 18+ explicit MDNI – mfm, no-outbreak!Joel Miller, menace!EzraProspect, established relationship (with Joel), pair of consent kings, porn without plot, cuckholding (not really), ass slapping, tit grabbing, a touch of breath play, ass play, rimming, unprotected piv x 2 (be safe), self-pleasuring (reader & Joel), spitting x 2, a little hair pulling (only description of reader is having hair to be pulled and caressed), biting, cmnf (both men stay mostly clothed while you are naked), creampie, we’ve got a cock-drunk reader I think, maybe even a squinty breeding kink (I surprised myself there), aftercare, it’s implied Ezra is your ex (you’re cool though), he has both arms, he also has a variety of weird nicknames for you I dunno, Joel just calls you baby, Joel carries you but he’s just so strong, you know? Appearances from Frankie Morales, Javier Peña and Din Djarin.

Look it’s just… look. Let me know if I should add any others, cheers!

Word count: 4.6k

AN: Interrupting my own Mandalorian-obsessed programming to share this self-indulgent, pure unadulterated filth. I don’t know what this is. It came to me as I was lost in an acute migraine haze and it just feels like it needs to be out of my head to bring me any kind of peace.

Honestly just a way to get me through the holiday sads at this point.

These are standalone characters, and I have thots for the other three PP boys mentioned at the start. So we’ll see how tortured I am by those/how this one goes and they may turn into follow-ups. Enjoy?!

He's not your first choice. He's not even your third.

But fuck, Joel wants this and you're seeing your options get shot down one after the other.

Frankie is an outright no – positive Joel is just gonna kill him the moment he lays hands on your body. Unwilling to listen to your assurances, your assertions that it wasn’t even your idea to begin with, he doesn’t relent from his refusal.

Lifting his cap to run fidgety fingers through his hair, the gorgeous pilot turns you down with regret in his dark, sweet eyes.

Javier Peña, the sex siren incarnate, also shakes his head.

‘Don't get me wrong, hermosa,’ he croons, leaning in close. ‘I'd fuck you three different ways on three different days, no question.’ He lifts a brow, pouts. ‘But not with another man present.’

Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, he says, ‘If I can have you all to myself, you call me.’

All breathy as he saunters away, you file that for later. Maybe once Joel has had his fill of this little venture, he'll be feeling generous to such a request.

And Din. Well, the mysterious perennial traveller is off overseas somewhere and no one knows when he'll show up next. Bust there.

So it is with a little apprehension in your chest that you text the man that, as you know all too well from your wild days at uni, is up for just about anything.

The message has barely landed on read when he calls.

‘You crave defilement as your beasty man watches, do you?’ Ezra snarls into the line. ‘Want me to do it? Raw? Want him to bear witness to the things I know I can get you to do and scream?’ His voice buzzes in your ears and makes your belly thrum.

‘That's quite the prospect.’

With some brief explanations he barely even pretends to need, a date is set and you hang up with a shaky thumb to your screen.

It’s shaking again along with the rest of you as you tug the door open on the tap-tap-tap Ezra places to the glass. His half side smile turns to a lascivious grin as he sees you, eyes tracking over you – head to toe. They flick to Joel, who stands at the base of the stairs with arms crossed and jaw locked.

‘Evenin’,’ your guest greets as you wave him inside. ‘We ready for this arrangement of ours to commence?’

In answer, Joel turns and climbs the steps. Ezra looks at you with a smirk.

‘Not a talker, is he?’

‘You know he isn’t,’ you reply.

Nothin’ to say to that so you gesture and he follows. Up the stairs and into the bedroom, where Joel has already taken his position – seated in a dining chair dragged up from the kitchen, facing the far side of the bed.

Your heart flutters at the sight. At what you’re about to do.

Ezra steps up to stand beside you, where you’ve come to a stop on the opposite edge of the double-queen.

He hisses in a breath. ‘Now, we discussed this on the phone but I am keen to confirm, with all parties here and present, that – in your words – no act, motion or gesture is strictly off the table tonight. Is that right? No glarin’ slips? In this moment, right here?’

‘There is the one rule,’ you say. ‘It’s a firm one.’

Ezra turns to you, raises his arms and skates a palm across each of your shoulders. It makes a sizzling path on your skin.

‘Now that small detail has not left my awareness, dear,’ he says, melty pools of want in his gaze. ‘Be most assured. Anything else?’

‘We have the safe word,’ you say, getting antsy.

‘Mmhm, I remember that too, don’t worry,’ he replies. ‘But,’ a nod to Joel, face serious, ‘with those taken wholly and – may I add, justly – into account. To confirm?’

Joel’s jaw ticks. He looks to you for a moment. As you nod, so does he – shifting his gaze back to the man standing next to you.

‘Excellent,’ Ezra turns and gives you a thorough leer, a Cheshire grin. Eyes seizing your insides with the intent behind them. ‘Then, I would say that the next pertinent steps are for you to remove every single stitch of clothin’ adorned to your body and get on that there bed.’

You do as you’re told, shucking off top and skirt but pausing with a little trepidation at bra and panties. Ezra has to make a little ‘go on’ motion before you shed those too and – fighting the butterflies erupting in your belly – climb across the quilt.

On hands and knees, you look up and lock eyes with Joel. He’s bent forward, elbows on his own knees spread wide, gaze intent. You feel Ezra behind and a covetous grip on your thighs tugs you closer to his side of the bed.

‘So,’ Ezra murmurs. A hand lands on the small of your back, warm and large and calloused. ‘I admit I hold a curiosity that cannot be helped. And I must ask.’

The hand raises and lands with a firm smack on an ass cheek. You gasp a little and the momentum of the slap has you leaning toward Joel, whose teeth have bared just a little. He doesn’t move. The fingers behind you dig into your flesh, urge you back toward Ezra’s edge again.

‘It is a simple curiosity,’ he goes on. ‘It is only this: why?’

Another slap and, at your pained yelp, he carries on, ‘Why allow me this? This beauty who I imagine has known only your hands for the longest time? Why let me have her now…’ His palm soothes the burn of his flagellation. He waits.

Joel gives in to the slightest shrug.

‘Guess I’m curious too,’ he drawls. ‘I’ve explored every single part of this sweet thing. In’erested to see what another man’ll do with her.’

The low whistle over your shoulder is filled with relish. You hear Ezra suck in air between clenched teeth. Holding you firm, he rocks against your exposed rear, lets you feel the erection straining against his pants.

‘Every part of her, huh?’ he queries. Without warning, a huge arm wraps across your middle and slings you up. In a heartbeat, you find yourself pressed flush to his front, the rough fabric of his shirt no barrier to the heat radiating off his torso. He holds you so tight to himself, you can feel the thud thud thud of his heart between your shoulder blades.

The movement also causes your legs to twitch and you feel it. The start of your arousal leaking between your thighs. Another look at Joel, and his intense focus has you slippery and throbbing.

You breathe deep and wait, eyes now closed and listening only to two men breathing hard as well.

Ezra’s other arm moves onto you.

‘So I am given to be assured you’ve amply taken in these pretties,’ Ez growls. Both hands cup and massage your tits, bring the nipples to a standing attention. He waits. ‘Well?’

‘What d’ya think?’ Joel spits with a small head tilt.

‘Mm,’ Ez hums, nods into your shoulder. ‘Mmhm.’

Fingers move up, up, across a collarbone and to the base of your throat.

‘And here?’ he asks. ‘Have you known her here? Gifted her the dizzying sensations of restricted breath? Held her life, both gentle and savage, amidst the pressure of your digits?’

At that, he presses his middle and index fingers into the soft skin under your jaw and you feel it, just a little. Just the beginnings of light and airy pleasure pulsing in your head. His thumb strokes by your other ear.

Joel's own hands are clenched into tight fists, resting on his knees as he has straightened up. Almost primed. Like an animal ready to pounce.

‘Have you?’ The man with his hand around your neck presses.

With eyes growing hungrier, Joel nods.

That elicits a surprised little sound from Ezra.

‘Well,’ he turns his head and addresses you. The thumb engages and pushes down, in. Now you’re feeling it. Feeling it thrum from the crown of your head through your body and down to your cunt, which is decidedly dripping. ‘This bird may have flown my nest, but you took a little something learned with you, huh?’

You can’t move, can’t speak. Might just cum. Might just fucking cum and he hasn’t even touched you yet. So you just let your eyes roll back and hope Joel can see how much you love it. The choke stays light, your possessor seemingly interested only in taunting and testing.

A tiny whine escapes your throat. Ezra lets go and you gasp a little, let your chest rise and fall as you suck in oxygen.

Look to Joel again, feel an undeniable rush as you see he’s staring at the apex of your thighs. His shoulders rising and falling too, almost in sync with you. He can see it. You know he can.

Ezra is still holding you tight as your head lolls with abandon, falls onto his shoulder.

Finally, finally, the hand that had been around your neck moves down. Down.

God yes, please…

But he only barely cups your mound, doesn’t go anywhere near where you need it.

‘And this?’ he questions unnecessarily. ‘And of course, you will have intimate carnal knowledge of this right here? Please assure me you know every single blessed millimetre of this holiest of shrines. I would be aggrieved were it not so.’

‘Yes,’ Joel rasps in a voice filled with fury and lust.

You can’t help yourself. You start to beg, ‘Pl- Please.’ Try to buck into his hand, for the contact, for just a little bit of friction to where you’re humming like a charged wire. But it backfires. He leaves your core and covers your mouth instead. Leans into your ear.

‘Ssh, my bird,’ he murmurs. ‘Ssh, do not fret. I’m going to take care of you.’

With a little shove, he lets you flop forwards, where you catch yourself on your forearms and bury your head between them, burning up.

With your ass still high, cool air only has a moment to make itself known before he’s drawn you close, presses himself against your thighs.

‘You impress me, Joel,’ he grits. ‘Joel, I have to say that you have indeed impressed me. And with now a… slight doubt in my conviction, I am keen to make the case there is a space within her you have yet to take solace.’

A large thumb lands between your shoulders and starts a path down your spine. It takes its time, feeling each vertebrae and letting you arch against the touch. Slipping over the sweat that beads on your skin. It comes to rest against the crease at the top of your ass cheeks. Oh god. He’s gonna--

‘So Joel, what of this?’ The snarl behind you is feral, frightening. ‘Have you made an expedition of—’

He doesn’t finish the sentence as his thumb swipes down and connects with your tight ring of muscle, presses firm there but doesn’t yet go further.

‘Oh fuck,’ you twist your head to look back. He’s not looking down at you but up and over your head, staring at Joel.

‘Have you?’ he snarls again, making you clench.

You can’t hear or see Joel's response, but Ezra’s reaction is a look of pure delight.

‘Mmmm,’ he groans and moves his thumb just long enough to spit there before it’s back and massaging your entrance. Hot want coils in your belly as he teases and teases. God, you should have known he would really draw it out.

‘Please.’ Another plea escapes you, hitched and breathy. ‘Please.’

‘Who are you talking to, my pet?’ he asks, pressing just a little harder and leaning himself against you. You can feel his hard cock digging into your ass again. ‘To whom do you make this entreaty?’

‘You,’ you cry out. ‘You. Please, Ezra. Please, pl—’

He drops to his knees behind you and, without preamble, lays his open mouth over your asshole. Pressing hard before setting a furious pattern of licking and sucking – turning away only to bite and nip at the flesh on either side.

The man works like he is trying to devour the universe. His tongue circles a few times before pushing inside you.

It’s unreal – a sublimity to get lost in. You let yourself sink into it. Keen and cry and buck back into him as he sets each and every nerve ending on fire.

He pushes your knees apart so you sink deeper and reach wider for him. Hands are gripping your ass to hold you open and it doesn’t seem like he’s planning to move on anytime soon, working lips and tongue and teeth across your seam and every inch he can reach.

You just can’t stand it anymore.

‘Can I touch myself?’ you gasp. ‘Can I—’

He withdraws his tongue from you with a chuckle. ‘Mmmm, what do you say?’

With a frustrated groan, ‘Please, Ezra.’

‘You do whatever it is your heart desires, sweet one,’ he grunts against you, going back to his ruminations. ‘I am quite content here.’

You’d had your face pressed into the linens of your bed, but you arch your head up to look at Joel while reaching between your thighs, stretching your shoulder to give yourself the space.

As you move, so does he. In time with desperate movement onto yourself, he leans back, undoes his belt and pulls his cock free, stroking its firm length as your fingers connect with your clit.

It’s an instant jolt of mind-numbing pleasure. The hungry bundle of nerves ready to blow. Your scream of ecstasy, echoing in the room, is responded to with a pair of deep, guttural groans. Ezra’s shoots through your body as it vibrates behind you. Joel’s rings in your ears.

The man in front of you nods, encouraging you on as you circle and work yourself. Watching his own pace, you match it and it’s not long before your mouth is locked open in an ‘O’ of bliss and you’re cumming. The wet suctioning sensation on your rear drives your orgasm along a straight and narrow rush that shoots through you so hard you’re screaming into the sheets.

As you start to be able to hear again, Joel is murmuring praises.

Huffing and heaving on the remnants of your comedown, you look up. He’s furiously fisting his cock, bent so far forward you could reach out and touch him. You don’t though, just stare with mouth-watering want, desperate to have him on your tongue and pressing down your throat.

With that thought, you rub and rub and rub. Push back, back, back on the mouth working you with a tireless appetite.

Reading your face, watching your every twitch and pulse – Joel waits for the perfect moment and-

‘Another,’ he grits out.

‘Fuh—hah!'

It comes for you with a ferocious force, taking over every muscle in your body and making you shudder with its savage intensity. Both men pause as you spasm and let a dozen tortured little ‘Ah’s escape you.

Barely able to lift your head, you twist it just enough to see the possessed demon that was once Joel – dark eyes ablaze and tendons taunt and straining on his neck.

‘Fuck her,’ he commands. Pre-cum glistens on your view of the underside of his shaft. ‘Fuck her, now.’

Ezra pulls away from you with a slick gasp.

‘Okay, Joel,’ he says – his outer calm contrasted with Joel’s madness somehow the hottest thing happening right now.

Ez stands, replacing his tongue with his thumb, which he pushes in to the first knuckle. At your pitched moan, he holds you there. Doesn’t seem at all bothered by your hand still working your clit as you feel the pressure of his cock’s head at your entrance. It slides through your folds and he uses his grip on your ass to guide you to back up onto him.

‘I’m going to fuck her now, Joel,’ he says, all hushed and lowly.

The motion of your hips moving back right as he – fierce and swift – bucks his cock hard into you punches the air from your lungs. The slap of his hips meeting your ass fills the room.

So full and stretching. The emptiness replaced by shards of excruciating pleasure. It’s too much. It’s just enough.

The space is quiet for a moment and you look round, see Ezra through your blurry, tear-stained vision. He seems paralysed, head tilted a little and mouth locked open. The only movement is the hollow of his throat dipping and peaking fast – the man’s practically hyperventilating. Sweat at his temples and eyes glassy and staring at nothing.

On your knees, split open by his cock, you wait and watch. After a moment--

‘Ez?’ you question.

His eyes clench shut, as do his teeth, and he takes several deep, dragging breaths.

‘A queen’s…’ he rasps out. ‘A queen’s cunt. That is what you have. Fucking… queen of cunt.’

And at last, he fucks you. One single draw back almost to leave you, then he’s slamming into you, making sure you feel every single thrust hit your ass and thighs. Convulsing your clit every time.

He reaches forward and grabs a fistful of your hair, using the purchase to lift your head so Joel sees your face twisted with bliss. Your tits bouncing with each smack of flesh behind you.

You can tell he’s enjoying the view, rewarding your efforts with a gaze so hot and crackling, the sight might just make you c—

The penetration in your ass leaves you and you gasp as you’re hauled up and locked against Ezra’s chest again. So that Joel has a perfect view of his cock disappearing into you. Over and over. A perfect view of your pussy being abused by him.

The man fucking you senseless grabs hold of your wrist, lifts the fingers that you’d been pleasuring yourself with and sucks on them. He moans at your taste, appreciative and reverent, like you’re a pure miracle. Pushes your hand deep so he can cram his tongue into the webbing.

‘Mm,’ he mumbles, letting your fingers go with a wet suck. He spits over your shoulder so it dribbles between your breasts. ‘But you are divine, do you know that? Does he tell you? Makes sure you know?’

All hissed into your ear as he pumps and pumps. Fucking up into you with a freakish stamina you hadn’t remembered before now but is coming back to your pleasure-buzzed mind.

‘Allowing me to take this perfect body apart, as I see fit?’ he goes on. ‘You are divine.’

It’s just a little annoying. How coherent he still is. So – tightening your belly and bearing down – you clench your cunt around him as hard as you can and are rewarded with a pained gasp.

You don’t think he intends to, but he bolts forwards and collapses the two of you onto the bed, sprawling out over you. There’s just enough time for you to grab a pillow and shove it underneath, tipping your pelvis into him. And it doesn’t slow him at all. Flat out on your stomach, he adjusts and takes the new angle inside you with glee, hips rocking into you so hard you jolt and slide back and forth.

He ruts your pussy like the deranged animal that he is. His belly presses into the small of your back where he drives himself down into you. Teeth collect a chunk of flesh by your shoulder and bite down. Fingers tangle and lock into hair to hold your head still, so that you can’t move and can only take it.

He finds your sweet spot, connecting the huge head of his cock with it over and over. He fucks you so hard that your clit is forced down onto a run of stitching in the cushion, and it rubs the tight bundle in perfect sync with the stimulation being exacted deep within you.

It’s intoxicating. A rhythm of ecstasy. A crescendo that is near unendurable. You fight it for as long as you can, wanting the sensations to last, but your body has ideas of its own.

Ezra moans.

‘She’s clenching up, Joel,’ he says with desperation. Babbling. ‘I can feel it. Joel. Can feel. I can feel her. I’m going to feel her- cum on my cock, uhhhnnn.’

It’s so intense you just moan and whine into the bed, twitching and writhing as fireworks erupt inside you.

Joel literally growls. It’s echoed by the man on top of you, who’s draining the sound right into your ear. You twist your head to see Ez. He’s looking up, face to Joel with an ecstatic rictus of an expression locked on his features as you flutter and clench around him.

‘Oh, fuh- fuck,’ Ezra, finally incoherent. ‘Fuc- cum—gonna c—’

‘Rule,’ you gasp. ‘The rule, Ez!’

In a heartbeat he withdraws from you, pushes himself up and you feel the hot ropes of his spend land on your back, your shoulders – maybe a little in your hair.

‘Fuck,’ he repeats, panting. ‘Uhhh.’

From where you’re sprawled, limp and fucked out on the mattress, two strong hands loop around your upper arms and pull.

You give a yelp of surprise as you whole bodily slide out from under Ezra, across the bed, off of it entirely, and you’re manhandled into Joel’s lap. He’s so strong and you’re so boneless, you’ve got legs either side of him and are being guided onto his cock in a matter of moments.

‘My turn,’ he rumbles, so impossibly low and wrecked.

Your spent pussy lets him slide home in one swift thrust. Hands glide across the cum spread on your back, push it back and forth for a moment before he’s holding your hips and lifting and slamming you onto himself. You grip his shoulders for dear life, the place inside you that Ezra had just been abusing roaring back to set a blaze in your entire body.

Hands falling off his shoulders with his force, you fist the front of his flannel instead as he pumps his thick shaft with you, uses you on himself.

Thinking he’s going to just go and go until he cums, he surprises you. Changing his thrust, he pulls you closer and starts to buck up his own hips into you. One arm holds you to his chest and the other reaches around.

Oh my g—

‘So you really like this, huh?’ A thick finger finds your puffy, messy hole – opened up by Ezra’s attentions – and pushes in. Joel’s eyes roll back at the resistance. ‘God, it’s so… tight,’ he drawls, huffing into your mouth.

He works the finger in and out, specifically seeming to enjoy the sensation of that initial breach. It’s different, and physically heady. You’re not long for it, and with a groan from Ez, still behind you – a muttered, ‘you see, Joel? Do you see?’ – you’re screaming loud again as you anoint Joel’s cock with your climax.

And now he’s getting close.

‘Whose cock do you want?’ he demands, not relenting his pace for a single moment.

‘Yours,’ you say.

‘Who else’s?’

‘His,’ you whine, tilting a bliss-filled head back over your shoulder.

‘Mmhm, good girl,’ he affirms. ‘Whose pussy is this though? Who is the only one who gets to cum in this pussy.’

The finger slips out as he grips you hard for purchase, driving himself to his release.

‘Who? Tell me.’

‘You!’ you cry. ‘Joel, you. The rule is– hah- uh- Only you can. Only y– Joel.’

With the tiniest bit of muscle control left in your body, you grind your hips deep into him. The sweat and release coating both your skin lets you slide and push. So that when he meets his cliff’s edge and falls over it, the head of his cock is firm against your cervix and his cum soaks your walls. Both strong arms lock around your back and his face is buried in your neck, mouthing and devouring as he groans and groans.

It settles into grunts and gasps as his high rides itself out.

With weak, sloppy movements, you grasp either side of his head and bring it up to yours so you can kiss him, slide your lips and tongue and teeth together for a moment while he comes back to himself. As you part, you’re greeted with the most beatific smile.

Ezra appears by your side, pants zipped up but a fresh erection clearly tightening them again. You take this in then tip your head back to him with a hazy smile.

‘Thanks, Ez,’ you slur.

‘My unequivocal pleasure, dove,’ he says, lifting the thumb that had not been buried inside you and swiping it over your lower lip. ‘Know that I’d ask to kiss you right now, but well…’ A lopsided grin and a lick at his own lips.

‘Yeah, nah,’ you say, mumbling whatever nonsense slips into your mind. ‘Next time, maybe.’

‘Mm,’ he groans. He looks at Joel as you flop forwards into that broad chest and feel arms tighten round you again. ‘Indeed. If you do feel your compersion arise again and wish to seek out my participation once more, I will respond with an enthusiasm most prompt.’

‘Thanks,’ Joel murmurs. ‘Can ya let yer’self out? Got some lookin’ after t’do.’

His attentiveness has you feeling all warm as you listen to Ezra’s footsteps move out of the room, down the stairs, and the front door open and close.

Joel sifts fingers through your hair. Nuzzles your ear. ‘Did so well fer me, baby,’ he whispers. ‘So well. Looked s’fuckin’ good.’

All you manage is an affirmative ‘mmmmm’.

‘You want a shower?’ he asks. ‘Can ya stand?’

You nod to the first question and shake your head to the second, tucked into his neck. He sighs with content and braces your legs against his sides, stands up with you firmly locked in his embrace. Carries you to the bathroom where he only sets you down, cock slipping out, when you can lean against the cool tiles. Stumbling a little, you use the toilet as he gets the water up to temp and undresses.

In the warm cocoon of steam, he cleans you from head to toe, washing away Ezra’s spit on your chest and cum on your back. The sweat and the tears. The mess on your thighs. Hands soothe across bite marks and finger grazes. Each one he checks, ‘this okay?’, ‘this one?’, ‘okay, baby?’. You nod and hum and get lost in this unique feeling.

After, he guides you back to the bed where he’d watched another man take you to pieces, settles you under the covers.

‘Hungry?’ he asks. ‘Thirsty?’

‘Thirsty,’ you mumble. ‘And tired.’

‘Okay, one sec.’ His warmth and shadow vanish for a little bit, and you’re fighting sleep as he returns with two glasses of water. Makes you drink the first and sets the second by your bedside before climbing in and cradling you against his chest – by which point you are dead to the world.

Uh, so yeah. Go about your day…

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brokenmusicboxwolfe · 10 days

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There are otters in my swamp! That’s a first.

One day I was out taking photos of the irises that grow on the edge of the swamp, when I heard a couple critters making a huge fuss. These beasties were having quite the conversation as they swam along. They were swimming straight towards me, and when they saw me they stopped suddenly. They were clearly shocked to see a monster sitting there!

The otters did the natural thing, and dove under water. I would too.

I sat there scanning for them to surface, when I got my own shock.

There was the sound of the otters chattering away to each other, quite agitated and most likely talking about me. Thing was, they sounded so close I was now frantically trying to figure out what was going on. Where the heck were they?? They sounded so close they would have had to be right next to me!

Or under me!!!

So the otters have made their home underneath the irises, my favorite spot to watch the swamp!

It’s a good spot, sticking out into the swamp giving them the chance to have three exits in different directions. They also have multiple small holes they can peer out of like windows. I’ll hear an almost annoyed huff and look over to see a face sticking out of the ground with an “Are YOU still here?” (You can see that in one of the photos)

The otter family and I are getting quite used to each other. I go out an sit by the flowers a few minutes, they check me out, I try to take a pic without bugging them, and they go about their ottery business. It’s all rather peaceful.

There is one drawback though. The smell of beaver poop** can occasionally drown out the delicate smell of the flowers that I love so much. They WOULD use an area five feet away as their regular bathroom!

**It could be worse though. It’s a sort of spoiling seafood smell, sorta gutted fish and crab shells. It reminded me a bit of the smells around commercial fisherman I was around growing up (we had a fiberglassing business) and a bit like the time we went to the beach after a storm and collected stuff to take to show to classes at the school (our shop had a “nice” smell during that process!). Ah, the smells of my childhood are hardly like perfume are they???

#otters #river otters #photography #photographers on tumblr #original photography #wildlife #wildlife photography #animals #nature #nature photography #woods #my woods #swamp #my pics

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starrywooyo · 7 months

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treasure: five

synopsis: when y/n gets whooshed into an alternate universe, an adventure: one with pirates and monsters and much, much more

pairing: ot8! pirate ateez x fem! reader

genre: pirate au!!

!!warnings(per chapter)!! - [bellow cut!] no warnings I think? but of anyone thinks there should be please lmk!!

notes: hihi finally y'all are getting an update!! I decided to split this chapter in half so I can work on writing it a bit longer and so I can at least give you something to read since work is taking up a lot of my time so I apologise for the short chapter, I promise chpt 6 will be much longer and more fun hehe

word count: 1.1K (very short i'm so sorry-)

taglist: (if you want removed or added to the list please lmk)

@toxic-babexe , @sunnyhokyu , @cambriel

if if missed anyone again just let me know!

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previously:

his hands on your waist steadied you from the recoil

the glass had shattered!!.

“better?” he whispered

you nod

“thank you” you turn to look at him his hands still on your waist

he was so close..

you saw how his eyes looked into yours, how he took in a shaky breath

“y/n I..” he whispered

you both were so close that your noses where almost touching, that you could almost ki-

a loud terrifying shriek comes from the forest.

wooyoung's quick to grab the pistol from you and aim it in the direction the noise came from

“w-what was that!?” you ask trying to steady your breathing

“the beast” hongjoong said eyes bore into you both.

“beast?” you ask

hongjoong just nods as he too looks into the forest

“mmh didn't yeosang tell you?” he says

yeosang didn't tell you anything… though he did say it was dangerous, maybe that's what he meant.

“all he said was that it was dangerous here” you explained

hongjoong laughed

“aye. it's a dangerous beastie alright. however i don't think it'll be bothering us for now” he says eyes heavily studying the forest. he then turns to wooyoung.

“put the gun away. and both of you head back. eat and rest up.” he says to the pair of you

wooyoung lowers the gun. “and what about you captain?” he asks

“i've got something i need to take care of” he says and makes his way further down the beach.

you both watch him till he's nearly out if your sight.

wooyoung turns to you and hands you back the smaller pistol

“ere you should keep this one” he smiles to you and then gestures back to camp “lets go get somethin to eat before it's all gone”

...

you're all trudging through the forest, have been for a good few hours at most. surrounded by nature and the sounds of nature. from the way the trees creak from the wind to the birds chirping, nesting in them.

its peaceful without the thought of a ‘beast’... roaming these parts at the back of your mind.

you're dragged from your thoughts when you come to stop at a swamp like water, hongjoong who was at the front of the line wastes no time in dragging everyone through the water

the water came to about mid thigh and filled all your boots making them feel uncomfortable.

the water was made your feet feel numb and when you finally exited, the squelching of your wet boots was so uncomfortable. still you continued on.

you continued walking until you came to this weird run down looking house in the swamp with a few other shacks dotted about

you all walked up the steps to the door when hongjoong turned around and pointed to you

“ah. you stay out here” he says.

your eyebrows furrow

“what?”

“just stay out here” and then the eight of them pile into the house leaving you on the steps.

so you sit legs dangling above the water watching the little fish swim by in the water below. you don't know how long you've been sitting out here

you were bored out of your mind then a bright light flew in front of your face. a fairy!!

having been so bored out of your mind you decided to follow it. despite being told to stay.

you walked after the creature a little ways into the forest away from the house till it landed onto a low tree branch

placing one of your hands on the same branch you looked at the tiny creature.

it was small, adorned in green clothing with white hair. it smiled up at you placing its tiny hands on your finger-

“ouch” you pulled your hand away

“you bit me” you exclaim looking at the blood slowly seeping out from the little bite wound

“it's a pixie. little mischievous devils” a male voice laughs out

turning to the voice still holding your finger

San..

“here let me see your finger” he says walking closer to you taking your finger to examine it.

“it stings a bit” you tell the dark haired man with a pout.

“hmm i bet it does. the little rascals have pretty sharp teeth. you thought it was a fairy right?” he asks while cleaning the spot.

you nod.

“it's pretty easy to confuse the two. fairies are much sweeter though” he says with a smile as he wraps your finger with a small bandage. “there all done” he adds, dropping your finger.

you thank him.

“come on. the others are finished now we're gonna head back” he said placing his hand on your back.

and with that you follow him back to the house, everyone is standing back outside only there's a new face. a woman?.

“i'll join you tomorrow” she says to the captain then her eyes fall on you where she squints her eyes tilting her head to the side, then she smirks and walks back inside.

strange...

...

the woman from the shack in the forest has joined you all on the ship and has been with the crew for the past few days, you wonder why she's on board when the captains ideals with you a while ago were so negative.

you've asked the likes of San and Yeosang why she's here yet they all just brush it off saying it's 'something you don't need to worry about just now'

so you sit legs dangling over the edge of the ship as you watch the calm waves spread out over the vast ocean. all the work and ship maintenance done before supper

“you're not from ere are you?”

your head snaps in the direction. its her...

“is it that obvious?” you ask her

she lets out a laugh

“no. no i mean you're not form here. this world” she explains

your eyes widen. how does she know that- if anyone else was to find out who knows what would happen!?

she again lets out a small laugh.

“the sea knows many things y/n. now if you'll excuse me, I've to help the captain with something” and she walks away.

you're put on edge from her she wouldn't say anything to hongjoong right? maybe-

“y/n.. you okay?”

you turn to the voice, its seonghwa. you nod to his question.

“you look stressed, i was calling you to help with supper but maybe you should take the night away from helping, get some rest?” he says to which you immediately disagree. you have to help. it'll take your mind off things.

“we'll if you're sure..” seonghwa says and begins to move you both toward the kitchen with his hand on the small of your back.

...

at dinner you can't help but glance at the captain every once in a while hoping and praying he hasn't been told anything by that woman..

its a quiet dinner until the sound of a chair squeaking back catches everyone's attention.

hongjoong stands, placing his hands in the table, slightly leaning forward.

“I have some news I want to share” he says

your breath gets stuck in your throat. He doesn't know, does he??

“i have progress of our voyage for the Cromer.” he adds

everyone now gives him their full attention.

“thanks to sedna here, we have our heading. it'll be a long, dangerous journey but I know we as a team, a crew. can manage it!! we will get the cromer before they do”

a/n: hihi so again I apologise that this part was so so short, probably not the best chapter in the series so far.. I almost didn't want to post it when i saw how quick it is to scroll through it... you could probably even just class this chapter as a filler tbh..

so I promise the next chapter is much more fun anddddd said next chapter will be posted tonight sometime after 8pm BST (hopefully after I finish work) so if you'd like added to the taglist lmk! and I hope you enjoy!

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nightprompts · 2 years

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&. 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐛𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

( dialogue prompts taken from marvel’s werewolf by night, directed by michael giacchino. feel free to edit and change as you seem fit. )

❛ the known universe, with its heroes and marvels, but what of the darkness? ❜

❛ fifty seven confirmed kills myself. ❜

❛ i can almost smell the blood on your hands. ❜

❛ i like your whole look here with the makeup. it's a killer trademark. ❜

❛ i understand the importance of anonymity in our line of work, but it gets lonely.❜

❛ so, any of these hacked beasties your handiwork? ❜

❛ give me what's mine, i'll leave now. ❜

❛ so many death dealers in one room. ❜

❛ a monster unlike anything you've faced will be released into these sacred grounds. ❜

❛ good luck. i'll be rotting for you. oh, forgive me. graveyard humor. ❜

❛ those who do not survive will be honored appropriately. ❜

❛ for tonight, it is every hunter for themselves. ❜

❛ we spill all blood for the hunt. ❜

❛ there is no peace without blood, and so it shall be. ❜

❛ i suggest we just pass each other by. ❜

❛ death is coming for you, lassie! ❜

❛ well, of course i was gonna come find you. ❜

❛ you keep saying that you're gonna be careful each time, and here we go again. ❜

❛ you can't keep counting on me to save you. this is the last time. ❜

❛ all you have to do is don’t die. ❜

❛ how’s your night going? ❜

❛ you didn't want to fight before either, did you, running into me? ❜

❛ i'm having a hard time believing you hunted and killed monsters. ❜

❛ well, i'm not that type of hunter. ❜

❛ you know, maybe we can help each other. ❜

❛ ‘cause you're, what, the monster's friend? ❜

❛ all families have something in common. they follow us. for good, for bad. ❜

❛ we could die here. it's an option. it's not my choice, but it's an option.❜

❛ cross me, and i’ll kill you. ❜

❛ you have a lovely name. and your friend is waiting for you. ❜

❛ a monster. masquerading as one of our own. ❜

❛ you freed a monster with a monster? ❜

❛ i can't wait to find out what breed of evil you are. ❜

❛ until you rip my throat out, i suppose i’m fine. ❜

❛ yeah, i know, i'm an idiot. i know. but i'm also a human. ❜

❛ i'm also a human. perhaps not in the category that you would call a human a human. ❜

❛ you see, i've got systems to manage the hurt i could cause... ❜

❛ just stay away from me until you can't. ❜

❛ i would never hurt you or hurt any one of them. ❜

❛ any hunting that i do is done by a part of me that is not me. and that’s not the part you’re with right now. ❜

❛ the next full moon is in five days. we have plenty of time to figure something out. ❜

❛ i shouldn't have asked for your help. ❜

❛ i need you to look at me. okay? do not break eye contact, no matter what.❜

❛ i need to remember you. ❜

❛ just kill me as i am. otherwise there will be no mercy, i promise. ❜

❛ once this is over, you'll notice my hands are clean. his? not so much. ❜

❛ [name], you still in there? ❜

❛ man, i cannot think of food right now. ❜

❛ let’s do sushi. i owe you that. ❜

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haii helloo hiii :3 i hope this is an appropriate timing but. i just wanted to let you know that the kenix and yaku textpost that you made and sent me in my ask box almost 2 months ago is still my most favorite thing ever i look back at it everyday and. i wanna show my appreciaton by returning the favor

drew the cocoa and luci :] i wanted to draw them for you cuz i hold them dear to my heart and i love them and i want to show that i absolutely adore your critters!!!! trying to figure out how i wanna draw them in my artstyle for now but still have a good day pik !!!! (it is really fun to draw cocoa she's so round,,,)

mmmyyyy BEASTS MY BEASTS !!! MY LIL THANGS!!!! WAILS AND SOBS ??? ahhhh holding them in my hands so so gently u draw them so CUTE...... EXPLODES

iam so glad u liked th lil doodle also your lil guys r like little beasties. 2 me... gently tossing them seeds and nuts to snack on like pigeons... (<- highly affectionate) :'] peace adn love and peace and love and

#ITS LATE AND IM TIRED BUT !!!! GRABS U AND SHAKES U GENTLY!!! AA....#im glad im glad im glad :'] we r holding hands and spinning in circles. inmy heart of hearts. u understand. yay <3333 #pikocs #piktalk #peace adn love on planet littleguys.............. superb...... :']

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How peaceful was the first world? Did Senet beasts clash and kill each other fairly regularly, are we’re they mostly at peace with each other?

Peaceful and boring. It was a carefully kept terrarium without conflict or strife; a curated simulation that was pretty enough to look at, but in which nothing unpredictable or shocking ever happened. The beasts were all driven by instinct and had no real free will of their own. All their choices were scripted illusions.

Duane would say the gods put too much effort into their designed beasties to ever let them come to harm or be destroyed. That wasn't what they were for. The First World was a gallery. But in the Second World where animals grew on their own? Where they were always changing into new and surprising shapes in ever greater numbers? Then it was a pleasure to watch them writhe and die. No effort was lost! There were always more and better creatures coming!

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through the endless daydream (part 3)

Pairing: Lilia Vanrouge x gn!reader

Synopsis: There is a rumour that there is a hidden advisor of the Draconia family, who has guided the ruler of all fae for years. They say he is the one responsible for the peace established between humans and fae. What they don’t know, is that he has been doing so for millennia, cursed by the gods to be immortal as punishment for his crime of killing a human who was beloved by the gods—his very own lover, for whom he must forever repent until he can be killed by his true love.

Tags: fluff with angst, reincarnation, confession, the Diasomnia bois are in this chapter, bot proofread

Word count: 4.1k+

Notes: Okay, guess what... there's still one more chapter lol. I promise this time it's the last prolongation, I swear. Also I wrote this on Lilia goblin brainrot when I really should have been doing my homework, soooo, I hope y'all enjoy it hahaha

Part 1 ✧ Part 2 ✧ Masterlist

"Father, what's wrong? It's unlike you to look so down," Silver asked, placing a comforting hand on Lilia's shoulder.

It felt like just yesterday when he had first met Silver as a child, and now he had grown into a young man who had a promising future as a knight. Within his long immortality, Lilia had found purpose in helping others, as he was unable to help himself. When he noticed the small human child left on his doorstep, he decided to adopt him, wanting to provide him with a loving home just like his Beastie had done for the children in the orphanage, driven by his desire to make a positive impact on someone's life and to create a family bond that would bring him joy and fulfilment. Silver became like a son to him, and their relationship brought Lilia a sense of purpose and happiness in his life.

Lilia attempted to brush off Silver’s concern with a chuckle, "Oh, I'm fine, Silver. Just my old age getting to me," he replied, ruffling the boy's hair affectionately.

Malleus, the current fae prince, had been observing the exchange and approached the pair with concern. Lilia had been a mentor and father figure to him. He was one of the few people he held dear to his heart as he always listened to Malleus' problems, counselled him, and comforted him during difficult times.

"Lilia, you seem troubled," Malleus said, his voice carrying a touch of formality. "What happened?"

Lilia sighed, his playful façade dropping momentarily. "I saw them today," he replied softly. "I met the love of my life again."

The air in the room visibly tenses as Silver and Malleus exchanged solemn glances, sensing the weight of Lilia's words. They were well aware of Lilia's curse, the immortality that he had carried for thousands of years, and the possibility that meeting you could hold the key to breaking it. He had never made an effort to hide what happened all those years ago from them, deeply believing that it was all part of his punishment.

The two couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness at the thought that Lilia might eventually leave them when his curse is broken, having grown close to him over the years and having come to see him as a father figure and mentor. However, they also knew better than anyone the immense burden that Lilia had carried for thousands of years, and they couldn’t bear the thought of him suffering any longer as he watched everything he held dear inevitably fade with time.

Silver glanced at Malleus with a pensive expression, and Malleus nodded in understanding, both silently agreeing that Lilia's happiness and freedom were of the utmost importance, even if it meant parting ways with him in the end. They had seen the weight of his immortality and the toll it had taken on him, and they wanted nothing more than for him to find peace.

Silver spoke up with a hopeful yet cautious tone. "Father, could it be possible? Are they the one who can finally break your curse?"

Lilia sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know, Silver. It's complicated… Meeting them brought back memories and feelings that I've long left behind, but I don't know if it means they're the one who can free me from my immortality."

Malleus spoke up, a serious look in his emerald eyes. "Lilia, we need to tread carefully. We don't know the full extent of the situation, and if their reincarnation holds the key to breaking your curse, it's vital that we handle it with caution and wisdom."

Lilia nodded, appreciating Malleus' advice. "You're right, Malleus. I won't rush into anything. I need to understand the situation fully and consider all the implications."

Silver chimed in, his violet eyes shining with determination. "We'll be here to support you, Father. We'll stand by you, just like you've always stood by us."

Lilia, touched by their unwavering support, felt a renewed sense of determination to face the situation with wisdom and care. "Oh, you two are so grown up now. Thank you, both of you. I'm grateful to have you by my side."

"Father," Silver began, "I know you've told us about them before, but can you tell me more?" he asked.

Lilia turned to him, a misty haze in his eyes as they softened with fond memories. He sighed, a smile gracing his lips as he spoke. "They were a remarkable human, Silver..."

Lilia felt a flutter of anticipation as he made his way to the park where he had first encountered you, having agreed to meet each other the next day at the same time and spot. He couldn't deny the curiosity and eagerness that surged through him as he walked with a slight bounce in his step.

As he approached the park, he scanned the area for you, until his gaze rested on your figure, sitting on a bench beneath a flowering cherry blossom tree. You looked up, your eyes meeting vermillion ones as a smile spread across your face, sensing someone's stare.

In that moment, he knew without a doubt that you were his true love, just as his Beastie had been all those years ago. It was as if fate had brought you together once again, and he felt a sense of wonder and awe at the sheer impossibility of it all.

Lilia walked towards you, his steps quickening with each moment as he noticed the striking resemblance between you and his Beastie—the same radiant smile, the same playful glint in your eyes, and the same warmth in your presence that had enchanted him all those years ago.

"Hello," Lilia greeted meekly as he reached the bench, unable to contain his emotions.

"Hello," you returned, your voice sending shivers down Lilia's spine. "I've been expecting you."

Lilia nodded, finding himself at a loss for words for a moment as he took in your presence. "It's... it's good to see you again," he finally managed to say, his tone filled with emotion.

You smiled warmly and gestured to the bench beside you, prompting Lilia to sit down. The cherry blossoms provided a picturesque backdrop to the meeting, the air was filled with the scent of spring, reminding Lilia of the springs he had spent with his Beastie and the children.

You were his true love.

The one who would end him.

Lilia cleared his throat, focusing himself on the present. "So, " he started. "You mentioned having met me in your dreams before?" He asked, his voice tinged with curiosity and wonder.

You nodded, shyly looking down at your lap as you twiddled your fingers. "I've dreamt of a man for as long as I can remember. He looks a lot like you, only more mature, and he had long black hair," you said softly, searching Lilia's face for any sign of recognition. "He seems so distant and powerful, yet the gleam in his eyes… there's a gentleness in his gaze when he looks at me. It's like he's protecting me, even though I don't know who he is."

Lilia listened attentively, his heart skipping a beat with each word you spoke, a mix of emotions swirling inside him. He was moved by the fact that you had been dreaming of him even when you had reincarnated, and that you saw through his facade of coldness to the softness he reserved only for you. At the same time, he was hesitant to reveal his true identity, fearing that he might hurt you once more.

"I... I'm glad that he brings you comfort," Lilia finally replied gently. "Dreams are seldom all they seem, and sometimes they reveal things that we may not fully understand."

You nodded, seemingly satisfied with his response, but Lilia could see a flicker of curiosity in your expression. He knew that you were still trying to piece together the puzzle that had several pieces missing, but he couldn't blame you for trying to comprehend the situation.

Over the course of the conversation, the topics shifted to the stories of your life, and Lilia noted everything about you with his entire being, seeking to know you better. It was as if you were talking to an old friend as you opened up to him about your life, your struggles, and your dreams for the future. You shared how you had faced challenges and hardships, how you had worked tirelessly to overcome obstacles, and how you had dreamt of a better life.

Lilia listened intently, his heart swelling with admiration for your resilience and determination. He could see the fire in your eyes as you spoke about your plans and aspirations, and he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of empathy and compassion towards you.

"I've always wanted to get a decent job, find love, or travel and see the world," you rambled on with a wistful smile. "But I've never had the means to travel, even when I’m working multiple jobs just to make ends meet. It's been tough..."

Lilia nodded, understanding the weight of your struggles after having lived for thousands of years. With each word you spoke, he felt a growing sense of responsibility towards you, wanting to do whatever he could to help you, to grant your wishes and see you achieve the dreams you held dear. He knew that he had the power and means to make a difference in your life, and he silently vowed to himself that he would do everything in his power to support you if only to make up for his mistakes in the past.

"I'm sorry that you've had to face such challenges," his voice was filled with sincerity. "But I want you to know that you're not alone. I'm here for you, and I'll do whatever I can to support you in achieving your dreams."

You were taken aback by his generosity and kindness. "You don't have to do all that," you said, touched by his offer. "I appreciate your offer, but I don't want to impose." But Lilia only smiled, his eyes warm and genuine. "It's not an imposition at all. I want to do this for you because you deserve it, and because it brings me joy to see you happy."

From that day on, Lilia kept his promise, making use of his connections and resources to find you a well-paying job at the palace with a kind boss who would understand your situation and be supportive, as well as a rather loud half-fae co-worker who seemed to dislike humans, but was still kind to you at times. Lilia also made a habit of surprising you with gifts for no particular reason, just to bring a smile to your face and make you feel appreciated. Sometimes it would be items you’ve mentioned liking or elegant flower crowns that Lilia weaves himself, seeming to consistently know your likes and dislikes.

You spent more and more time with the energetic fae, with him taking you to fun places on a whim, showing you the wonders of the world and letting you experience the joy of new adventures. The two of you travelled through beautiful landscapes, and he watched with joy as you laughed, explored, and embraced life with newfound zeal. And with each passing day, he found himself falling deeper in love with you—you were one and the same as his Beastie, the one who had captured his heart and lit up his world all those millennia ago.

Lilia was determined to make the most of the time he had with you. He wanted to give you the gift of joy and adventure, knowing that it was something he could offer before he would have to say goodbye. He tried to push his own feelings aside, focusing on bringing happiness to your life and creating memories that would last forever, savouring each moment, cherishing the smiles on your face, the laughter in your voice, and the memories you were creating together. He found solace in your presence, feeling a sense of belonging and happiness that he had longed for in his immortal existence.

However, the reality that his time with you was finite made his chest heavy. He struggled with the conflict between his love for you and his impending departure, feeling torn between the desire to stay by your side and the knowledge that he had to let go. He tried to hide his true feelings, not wanting to burden you with his own struggles, and instead focused on making your time together as special as possible.

But what he couldn’t control, were your feelings for him.

As you thought about your upcoming trip with him, you couldn't help but feel a warmth spreading in your chest. It dawned on you that it wasn't just the excitement of the adventures or the thrill of the unknown that drew you to him. It was something deeper, something that made your heart skip a beat every time you were near him.

His magical abilities and mysterious aura fascinated you, but even more so was the way he brought joy into your life. He had been a source of wonder, adventure, and happiness since the first time you met him. His playful and kind attitude, his unwavering support, and the way he always made you feel special left an indelible mark on you. Your life had begun to improve as a result of his encouragement and care, having found a career that gave you stability while also allowing you to pursue your dreams. You laughed more, smiled more, and felt more hopeful about the future.

It was inevitable that you would fall in love with him.

Warmth rose to your cheeks as the thought crossed your mind, and your heart was pounding in your chest, making it difficult to focus on anything else, including work. You tried to regain your composure and focus on the task at hand, but your mind kept drifting back to Lilia.

"LORD LILIA! HOW WONDERFUL OF YOU TO GRACE US WITH YOUR PRESENCE!" Sebek, your co-worker, excitedly announced. As if your thoughts had manifested into reality, Lilia stood at the entrance, looking as handsome and enigmatic as ever. "Sebek, your inside voice, please," Lilia gently admonished, exasperated at the knight’s energy.

This weekend was another anticipated adventure with Lilia, this time to the Queendom of Roses. After a quick goodbye to your co-workers, you walked towards Lilia, who opened his arms and enveloped you in a warm embrace that felt like coming home, like being wrapped in a cocoon of safety and warmth.

"Khee hee, ready for our next adventure?" Lilia chuckled, the sound igniting butterflies in your stomach.

You couldn't help but smile at his words, feeling a surge of excitement and joy. With Lilia by your side, every adventure was filled with magic and wonder. You nodded fervently, unable to contain your enthusiasm.

"Absolutely!" you beamed. "I can't wait to see what surprises the Queendom of Roses has in store for us." Lilia smiled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. He extended his hand towards you, and without hesitation, you slipped your hand into his, feeling a jolt of electricity at the contact.

With renewed excitement and anticipation, you set off with Lilia towards the Queendom of Roses, eager to embark on another adventure with your favourite person in the world.

The moment you arrived, you were greeted by a sea of vibrant colours and the intoxicating scent of flowers that filled the air. The entire landscape seemed like it had been plucked from a fairy tale, with rose-covered arches, winding paths, and blooming gardens that stretched as far as the eye could see.

Lilia led you through the bustling streets of the Queendom, his charming and confident demeanour making him a favourite among the locals. You couldn't help but be captivated by his presence, his knowledge of the history and lore of the Queendom, and his adventurous spirit that made every moment with him exciting.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the sky transformed into a canvas of rich colours. The last rays of sunlight cast a warm, golden glow over the Queendom of Roses, illuminating the rose-covered buildings and creating a magical ambience.

Lilia led you to a secluded spot in the centre of the forest, where the trees towered above, forming a natural canopy that filtered the moonlight, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. The air was cooler now, but Lilia's presence by your side kept you warm.

You sat on a moss-covered log, gazing up at the night sky as stars began to twinkle into view, one by one, a gentle breeze rustling through the leaves and the distant sound of crickets chirping. Lilia's hand found its way to yours, and the touch sent tingles down your spine. You looked at him, and in the soft moonlight, his features were bathed in an ethereal glow, making him look even more captivating. The beauty of the sight seemed to mirror the feelings that had been growing within you, and you couldn't contain them any longer.

Taking a deep breath, you turned to Lilia, feeling your heart race in anticipation. His eyes seemed darker, so alike the colour of wine, more mesmerising at the low light, and his presence filled you with a sense of comfort and safety.

"Lilia," you murmured. "I need to tell you something." You took a step closer to him, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement coursing through you.

Lilia looked at you attentively, his expression unreadable, but his stare holding a glimmer of curiosity. "Hmm? Go on," he encouraged softly, like a soothing melody.

Feeling a rush of courage, you spoke from the bottom of your heart. " I... I have fallen in love with you," you confessed, gaining strength with each word. "You've brought so much joy and adventure into my life, and I can't imagine my future without you in it."

As the words left your lips, you held your breath, waiting for Lilia's response. The crackling of the bonfire seemed to intensify, and the stars above seemed to shine brighter as if the universe itself was holding its breath along with you.

Lilia looked taken aback, his eyes widening in surprise. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words seemed to catch in his throat. He struggled to find the right words, and you could see the conflict playing out on his face.

"I... I didn't expect this," he finally said, his voice tinged with a touch of sadness.

His words hit you like a blow to the chest as your heart sank with disappointment, but you could sense his sincerity.

Lilia reached out, placing a hand on your shoulder, and you could feel the warmth of his touch. "Beastie, " he started with the nickname that you’ve grown so fond of. "You're an amazing person, and I care deeply about you," he said, filled with sincerity as it always did. "But I can’t be with you, I apologise."

"But why?" you asked, unable to conceal the hurt in your voice. "I thought... I thought we had something special."

Lilia looked pained, and he averted his gaze, unable to meet yours. "I... I apologise, but I’m afraid I can’t tell you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

As his words sank in, a mix of emotions swirled inside you. Disappointment, sadness, and a tinge of heartbreak washed over you like a wave crashing against the shore. You had laid bare your feelings, hoping for a different outcome, but now you had to come to terms with the fact that Lilia couldn't be with you.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, and a knot formed in your throat. It was painful to hear the person you cared for say that they couldn't be with you, especially when you had poured your heart out to them. It felt like a door slamming shut, shutting down the possibility of a future together.

In your mind, questions and doubts arose. Was it something about you? Was it his identity that he kept so well-hidden? Or was it simply his own personal reasons? You couldn't help but wonder if there was anything you could have done differently, if you had misread his feelings, or if you had been too forward in confessing your love.

You turned back to face him, searching his eyes for answers. "Is it because of your true identity?" you asked hesitantly. "Are you holding back because of who you really are?"

Lilia looked at you with a mix of surprise and sadness, as if he hadn't expected you to figure it out. He remained silent for a moment and then sighed softly.

"Yes," he finally admitted, heavy with emotion. "The truth is complicated, and it brings with it a burden that I cannot share with anyone else. It's because I care for you deeply that I have to let you go."

"Lilia, please," you begged desperately, as your heart ached with longing. You couldn't bear the thought of losing him without knowing the real reason behind his decision to distance himself from you. "I'm willing to do anything for you. I can't bear the thought of losing you without knowing the whole truth. Please, tell me why you can't be with me."

Lilia had always tried to keep a distance, to protect you from the truth of his identity and the inevitability that came with it, but it tore him apart to have to push you away. He knew the consequences of his actions and the weight of his responsibilities, and he couldn't bear the thought of hurting you like he had done once upon a time. But seeing you now, vulnerable and pleading, made it even harder for him to stay resolute.

Part of him longed to take you in his arms, to tell you everything, and to be with you despite the risks. He cherished the moments he had spent with you, the joy and happiness you had brought into his life. Your love had touched him deeply, and he couldn't deny the feelings he had for you. His expression torn with conflicting emotions, he took a step towards you as his gaze locked with yours. "Then," he said, his voice laced with hesitation. "I’d like to ask one favour from you."

You stopped in your tracks, turning to face him, curiosity mingling with the pain in your heart. "What is it?" you asked softly, willing to grant him anything within your power.

Lilia took a step towards you, his expression serious yet pleading. "Promise me, that on the day of the first snowfall, you will pierce me with this sword," he said, his voice steady but filled with a sense of longing as he summoned the sword imbued with the curse.

You stared at Lilia, shocked and bewildered by his sudden request. The sword he held was ancient and ornate, and you could sense the powerful magic emanating from it. The weight of his words hung heavily in the air, and you could see the conflict in his eyes.

"What?" you exclaimed, unable to comprehend what he was asking of you. "I can’t do that! I can’t hurt you!"

Lilia reached out and gently took your hand, his touch familiar and comforting, melting away all the anxiety that had overtaken your mind. "Don’t worry," he assured softly. "It won’t hurt me, you’ll be freeing me from my curse."

He wondered if it was fair of him to lie about the true nature of his curse, that upon doing so, his existence would end. Although you would be saddened by his departure momentarily, the world would quickly erase his existence before long, wiping everyone’s memories of Lilia Vanrouge.

You furrowed your brow, surprised by his revelation. "Curse? What do you mean?"

Lilia took a deep breath, and you could see the anguish so clearly written on his face as he explained to you. "I made a terrible mistake in my past, and as a result, I've been cursed with immortality. I can't age, I can't die, and I've been bound to wander the world alone for all eternity to repent."

You were at a loss for words, torn between the love you still felt for him and the shock of his request. But when you stared at him, the pain etched on his face as he revealed the burden he had been carrying, and you reached out to gently touch his hand.

"I'm so sorry, Lilia," you said, reaching out to gently touch his hand in comfort. "It must have been incredibly difficult to bear." You looked up into Lilia's eyes with determination. "I’ll do it, I’ll break your curse for you," you said firmly, steeling yourself for what was to come.

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spookypete-94 · 9 months

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Beastie. Chapter 1. GhostXFem!reader

word count 2,127

This has been in my head for a while now! First Fandom I have wrote in a long time.

Name will be marked as Y/N. This will be an OC story, however, that follows the storyline of MWII, eventually turning off to my own storyline until MWIII is revealed. It will also flip point of views periodically between Character and Ghost.

Age-29

Looks- however you would like her to, the only thing she is short and small compared to the OG's of 141. I have her marked at 5'3, her size will be brought up within the story line at some point. Multiple times more than likely.

Character works for Laswell directly. How Shepherd has Grave's and his shadows contracted out, that is essentially how this character is for Laswell. She is skilled in weaponry and hand to hand combat. She joined the MARINES young, right out of highschool, where she quickly worked her way up the ranks, getting the attention of Laswell. Laswell offered her a position within the CIA that came with higher qualifications and capabilities than serving in the MARINES. More of her story will be revealed as the story goes on.

Callsign- Beastie. Character starts off not having a callsign directly but quickly changes as she proves her skills and gaining respect early.

***warning for Canon COD violence and swearing***

I do not own COD or its characters. I just enjoy it 😁

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Y/N received a phone call from Laswell. She was briefed that she was being sent to the US/Mexico border in an attempt to search for a terrorist named Hasan.

It was early when Laswell called to dispatch her out, but it was late now, nearly dark. The twilight from the sunset was out her window of the small plane she was on. In all reality, she is Laswell's peace offering to Colonel Alejandro. An apology for something so urgent and desperate being sent his way. She was already dressed in her gear since she didn't know what to expect fully when she arrived.

The plane finally landed, leaving her to descend off it quickly. She noticed a tall, slender hispanic male approaching her, so she started walking to him.

"Colonel Alejandro?" She asked, shaking his hand.

"Alejandro is fine. Laswell called you her, Beastie?"

This made a small smile tug at her lips, "She does, not what I go by, though. But you can call me Y/N."

"Y/N it is. Let's head out," his steps are large and leading.

She matched his stride used to have to take large fast steps to keep up.

Rudy was introduced to her as he drove a truck pulling a boat, heading towards the river that was the border. There, she learned it was only the 3 of them looking for Hassan, the FBI still about an hour out. This made her nerves run high due to the fact that this was so important to Laswell.

Y/N helped get out to unload the boat, leading Rudy back with her hands where she quickly unhooked it and pushed it in, waiting for them to get in with her. Rudy yet again took over, driving and steering the boat, leaving her to run the search light while Alejandro called Laswell with an update simultaneously, seeing if she had another as well.

Y/N could see glimmers across the water, making her lift the search light towards it. It was the eyes of a group of migrants she was catching.

"A distraction," she said to Rudy while Alejandro and Laswell discussed what was happening. She took a step closer to them, a hand on her pistol that was holstered on her thigh uneasiness, setting in deeper.

"Laswell thinks the migrants were a diversion, Hassan's got to be here."

Rudy turned, nodding to Y/N, "You called it."

Finally, the searchlight caught up to another boat sitting on the bank.

"It's their boat. Stop here." Alejandro said as they docked their own boat.

She pulled out her gun, switching on the light at the end of it. "Stay safe," she told them in Spanish, making both of them look at her stunned but nodded nonetheless.

Rudy and Alejandro bantered with each other about what was happening. Al Qatala is working with the cartel... how strange and new this seemed to be when finally Hassan's escorts could be heard, making them all duck off into the timber near the wall. She lined one up in her scope of her rifle, quickly picking him off Rudy working next to her.

"Watcher, they've crossed the border!" Alejandro radioed to Laswell.

Y/N finally used her's for the first time tonight, "Engaging, going to pursue!"

"Beastie, that's not advised! There's no assets in the area."

"Keep pushing the FBI and local PD." Alejandro said to Laswell. They all climbed the fence, pushing to catch Hasan's trail.

It was this game for a while, a game of cat and mouse. They were all so close, but not close enough. The chase led through residential areas and houses. Civilians are curious and, in the way, some terrified. Y/N stayed calm and composed, proving to Alejandro and Rudy that she was a good send from Laswell. Her aim was brave and quick, assisting them push through people. Her voice was loud and compelling, yelling orders to civilians even despite her small stature.

The next roadblock was the local PD stopping them from pushing further. Alejandro spoke with them, but they were all thrown back from some sort of explosion, leaving Y/N disoriented. What brought her back was the sound of rapid gun fire. She leaned against one of the burning squad cars, standing up when one of the gunmen passed her, taking her knife and stabbing his throat. Her pistol came up and shot him behind the head.

He dropped, and she looked over at Rudy, who took out the other gunman. Alejandro is standing up from the blast.

She huffed, reaching around the guy she had dropped and took his gun.

"Mother fuckers," she said in-between pants ready to keep going.

"More coming," Alejandro said, sliding up against the car. She did the same, using the car for coverage and support with a gun she took off the man that was trying to kill them.

Quickly, they dropped all that approached them, starting to push once more, heading for the house the gunmen came from.

"Rudy, take inside from the back, Beastie make entry from the front. Watch your cross fire. I'll lockdown the exterior." Y/N smiled at Alejandro using her nickname given from Laswell, finding small humor in it as she quietly moved to the front of the house. She could hear Rudy already making contact with subjects in the house, making her move faster.

She had to go in the front door, sweeping and clearing the house as she could smell smoke.

Alejandro was yelling for Rudy, trying to force a door open. She assisted, worried about his welfare as well.

There he lay on the floor, face bloody from where it looked like someone hit him. But he was breathing and cognitive.

She helped Alejandro lift him, carrying him outside of the burning house.

As they made it outside, they turned to look at the burning house as it quickly went up in flames. Thankfully, the FBI and local PD, along with medical personnel, were on scene. Y/N called Laswell briefing her with what happened.

"He got away from us. Rudy said something about him crossing over the Atlantic."

"Anyone hurt? Are you ok?" Laswell asked.

That was the one thing Y/N always appreciated about Laswell. She always cared for the people who worked for her.

"Rudy was assaulted," Y/N said, looking over at him as someone tended to his bleeding head, "but I think we're gonna be alright. I'm sorry, Laswell..." she said, feeling bad. This mission went so awry.

"Don't be... I think I'm going to have to call in more help, though," she said, sighing.

"I'm here, wherever you need me to go."

"Stay with the Colonel and his men at his base. I will send people to you."

Y/N could tell Laswell was coming up with a plan already.

"Direct."

"Stay safe, Beastie," she said with concern.

"Yes, Ma'am," Y/N said, smiling, disconnecting the phone call. She approached Alejandro and Rudy.

"Supposed to stay with you and your team for now until Laswell calls with further orders. Believe she is calling in reinforcements and trying to find where Hassan is headed as well."

"We got plenty of room," Alejandro said to her, "the least we can do since you helped us."

"Thank you," Rudy said, craning his neck to look at her, wrapping and gauze around his forehead.

"Don't, I know you both would do the same." Y/N said, trying to be humble.

"Beastie's a good name. Never seen a woman your size do the things you just did." Alejandro said, clapping her shoulder.

This made her chuckle from hearing this comment often.

********

A couple of days have passed. Contact was brief with Laswell, but you were with Alejandro and Rudy in Las Almas at their base.

Laswell had spoken with General Shepherd. His plans consisted of sending in the members of an elite group called the 141 and The Shadow Company to assist with looking for Hassan.

Y/N rode with Alejandro and Rudy to go pick up 2 memembers from the 141 as they were being flown in. She stood next to the truck, arms crossed on the driver's side window of the truck talking to Rudy.

"So you know Spanish?" Trying to make small talk.

"I know enough, there's some I don't know."

"How do you know what you do?"

"My step dad is Hispanic. He taught me some."

"Oh," he said eyebrows lifted interested. "He from Mexico?"

"Texas. Him and my mom own a ranch there." Y/N broke contact when she the aircraft landing. Turning approaching towards Alejandro, she didn't want to leave him having to greet them on his own. She flipped her sunglasses down to keep the dirt out of her eyes. The lenses dark leaving anyone who looked unable to see her eyes.

The door opened on the aircraft as she stood next to Alejandro, 2 very large men exiting it. One with a mowhawk, the other a large man in a skull mask.

Jesus.. she thought to herself, seeing them walk down the ramp.

She listened to the men exchange their greetings.

"Alejandro."

"Sergeant Mactavish."

"Call me soap."

Alejandro placed his hands behind his back and better faced the man in the skull mask.

"Lieutenant... Laswell says you go by Ghost."

"Actually I think he prefers to go by-"

And the larger man that apparently went by Ghost interrupted the man that went by Soap

"THAT'LL DO." His British accent made it more comical.

Causing Y/N to snort, stifling a laughter as her eyebrows shot up. This then turned the attention to her.

"Who might you be?" The Mohawk man smiling at you, seeming to appreciate your sense of humor.

"Y/N." She said, sticking her hand out to him to shake.

"Beastie," Alejandro said in a manner like he was correcting you.

"Beastie?" Soap asked facing Alejandro shaking your hand.

"She's one of Laswell's. Assisted Rudy and I the other night."

"You're a solider?" Soap asked.

"Was a Marine. More of a contractor now." She answered honestly.

She stuck her hand out to Ghost who briefly looked at it before he shook it.

"Mean, it's not bring your midget to work day?" He asked snarkily. She couldn't tell if he was trying to be funny or if he was trying to get under her skin.

She immediately let go of his hand and stepped back, eyebrows raised again.

"I wouldn't give her too much hell," Alejandro said, trying to soothe the awkwardness. "She can handle her own out there."

She took that as a sign that it was time to go, heading back towards the vehicles.

Alejandro opened the passenger door of the vehicle they were getting in, watching her head to the empty vehicle behind them. "Looks like you got a full load from Mohawk and the dude that plays the Mountain from Game of Thrones in yours. I'll follow you, besides. I need to call Laswell with an update anyway."

This caused Soap to go slack jaw as she made her own joke about Ghost, which followed with a grin. Alejandro stood there, shaking his head. But her only interest was the coffee colored eyes that followed her and stared into the dark lenses of her sunglasses. Her shit eating grin plastered on her face as she looked at him out the windshield.

He wants to play, she'll play.

next.

#ghost mw2 #cod mw2 #simon riley #ghost #war #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #modern warfare ii #ghost female reader #simon riley x you

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mrsaguapapi · 1 year

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Millaenyia Parker

The Vibe:

Sia-Soon We'll Be Found (Slowed By Beasty Music)

Something has been calling me for days. First, it came as an echo in a dream, an afterthought really.

I was walking along a beach of white sand and clear blue water. The lush vegetation around me had such a vibrant green, that if I unfocused my eyes ever so slightly, I'd see nothing but emeralds and jades through the haze. I could feel the grains of sand move between my toes with each step. The sea spray hits me with the ever-passing gust of wind, cooling off my dark skin from the abrasive sun.

The smell in the air was fresh from the ocean, with sweet undertones woven in between. As I keep walking along the beach I hone in on the sounds of the waves and the water hitting the shore, not realizing I was approaching what seems to be an entrance. I take my final steps and stand in front of this opening in the earth.

Looking closer I see that this was an entrance to a cave submerged underwater; one more step and I could sink. Crouching down to my hands and knees, I hold my head closer to the pool of water in front of me trying to see what I can of the cave. I mostly see nothing but water and rock; I notice a shine of light coming from straight ahead in the water but I can't see much from outside.

Maybe...

"Girl you are not Jacques Gusteau don't even think about getting your ass in that water."

You right.

I get up, brush myself off and turn around to continue my walk. As I walk away I swear the wind started to pick up; it was making long breathy noises. It wasn't the wind. It was whispers of my name echoing from the cave:

"Millaenya.." (Mee-lane-ya)

Before I could fully comprehend the hushed sounds, a loud pound jolts me awake. Within a blink, I quickly sat up in my bed. I was covered in a layer of cold sweat, gasping for air as if I held my breath for hours. My body was vibrating with anxiety, and I started to feel myself unravel again. The last time this happened, Is when I felt Tony Die.

Recenter yourself

Trying to relax my breathing, I close my eyes and chant, "I am real, I am in control. I am real, I am in Control. I am REAL, I am in CONTROL!"

The items in my room began to shake and move, my bed starts to rise upward. I feel myself slipping further away. It would have gotten way worse but fortunately, the two knocks at the door stole back my focus and if that didn't fully bring me back then my bed slamming to the floor sure did.

"Saved by the bell. I'm coming!!"

I unravel myself from the mountains of blankets on my bed and throw on a robe on the way to my door. I open the door and see my roommate peter holding a cup of coffee and ibuprofen.

"Good morning Mills. Figured you'd need this"

I grab the items from his hands, "Ya know," I take 4 pills and take a sip of the cheap coffee, "I'll never get used to that"

"Used to what?"

"Your fancy schmancy spidey senses. Can't even wig out in a separate room without your 'peter tingle' giving me up."

"Why does everyone call it that?!"

"Because our sweet Aunt May, may she rest in peace, was a comedian and I refuse to let that joke die"

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Aunt May and Peter took me in when peter was 14 and I was 20. We say 20 but I have no idea how old I was or am. Peter was training late at Kissena Park; he had just gotten his powers a few months prior and was still getting used to his strength and heightened senses. That night he was beta-testing his web solution and swinging back and forth between trees. I, on the other hand, was buried deep within Kissena Lake.

In the middle of swinging to the next tree, Peter got a sudden rush of anxiety and fell to the ground; a vague but strong sense of something being wrong, something dangerous. He wanted to throw up, run, and fight all at the same time. There was a heat storm brewing up that night, nothing the news warned the city about. Peter stood up quickly and tried to collect himself; The city was quiet and with everything standing still, it was almost peaceful.

As quickly as that peace came, it was interrupted by a cluster of lightning bolts that hit the ground and trees surrounding the lake. The unexpected storm ended with one particularly large bolt of lightning hitting the center of the lake. It reached the bottom where I happened to be buried. It must have stirred the dirt up just enough, that I started to float up to the surface, along with a leather book bound to my wrist.

Peter so graciously pulled me to shore and checked if I was breathing. I had a fresh scar (that was quite literally steaming by the way) that began at my shoulder and traveled down my torso through my leg and ended at my left ankle. The scar itself looked like branches of lighting. If Peter wasn't freaked out already, he sure was when he saw my hair turn from black to white in a matter of minutes. When he was sure I was alive he brought me home to Aunt May. He explained what happened from start to finish; the whole situation kind of forced him to explain his powers to May for the first time.

Sorry Pete

When I awoke, I remembered nothing but my name. I had no recollection of who I was, where I was from, or who my family was. Nothing. The book that was bound to my wrist was full of handwritten notes about my gifts; the earliest entry was dated back to 1692. Each account was so meticulously written and described it was like my own personal how-to guide. Outside of that, the only other personal information written in the book is that my mother gave birth to me in the woods, alone. She protected me from the outside as best as she could but eventually died of exposure. A group of traveling women picked me up. Their leader Agatha said she could hear my cries calling her from miles away. Sadly the rest of that journal entry was ripped from the book.

Fast forward a bit; the authorities couldn't find where I came from. My DNA was nowhere to be found and no one recognized my picture. The only key identifiers I had was my stark white twists (which was a new look) and a strange tattoo on the inner part of my lip. I was eventually ruled as a Jane Doe and given all new information and IDs; I kept my name and became a parker. Aunt May accepted me as her own; she took me as I was. My mysterious past didn't matter to her, my skin tone didn't matter to her. When people questioned about me and silently judged she would only say, "I've always wanted a daughter" and her daughter I was. Peter was already calling me his sister so it worked out great.

Millaenya Parker. It has absolutely no ring to it, but it means everything to me. In the early days, I spent my time in the library reading everything I could. I learned every language I could, dead and new. I got my GED and studied at MIT for my bachelor's in Cultural History and Anthropology. Around this time I went with Peter and Tony to Germany for the Avenger's little "family feud". After this, I worked with Stark Industries as an intern while getting my Masters's in Historic Preservation and getting a Ph.D. in Sociolinguistics.

While Peter spent his time as the friendly neighborhood Spiderman I traveled, and finally experienced life; I took the time to study myself and explore my powers. I damn near perfected elemental & weather manipulation; being so in tune with our planet and its history, I swear I can now hear the Earth's breath. I tested my blood for months. I looked like I was in my early 20s but I was very old. I found that my blood shared the same properties as vibranium. Still don't know what to do with that information.

Before I could further my studies, the blip happened; I physically felt the life leave this world, and It made me empty. I was so off the grid that I didn't see my friend's calls for help until it was too late. I should have been there with Peter, I lost him and May that day. For those 5 years, I trained with Natasha and occasionally Okoye (got some fun scars from that) and searched for answers to reverse the mass disappearance. During my research, I studied under Wong at the Kamar Taj and became quite proficient with my sling ring and basic sorcery. In between travels I mostly stayed with Tony & Pepper and their new baby girl Morgan.

When the Battle of Earth came and Tony made that fatal snap, I broke. The pain was too much, I couldn't control my emotions, and when I let out my cries of anguish, everyone around me began to writhe in pain. Wanda had to use her powers to forcefully put me to sleep. Fast forward even further we lost Aunt May and everyone forgot about Peter, except for me. Peter almost didn't come back from that; we have no idea why I remember, nor do I dare to question it. I am just thankful that I can be here for him. But I digress.

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I take another drink from the styrofoam cup, I notice the fancy Greek-style lettering

'We Are Happy To Serve You'

"Peter, have you talked to her yet, or are you just going to forever borderline stalk the poor girl at her work?"

"Hey! It's not stalking, I just wanted to check on her."

I begin to walk towards the kitchen to grab some breakfast, Peter takes a seat on the couch, "I promise you, if you talk to her and stop being creepy, she will fall in love with your dopey ass all over again. It was meant to be Pete. I'm so sure about it, I feel it in my bones."

"She could get hurt, I'm dangerous to be around, and everyone I love dies. My Parents are dead. Uncle Ben is dead. Tony, is dead. Aunt May is dead. I'm cursed Millie" he says as he dramatically falls face-first on the couch

"I resent that! I'm still alive, you don't love me?" I say throwing an apple at him.

He swiftly catches it behind his back without looking, "What's a man got to do around here to wallow in self-pity in peace? "

"Peter Parker, Friendly Neighborhood Emo." we laugh together in mutual pain.

As you can tell trauma-dy is our way of coping

"What's your plan for today?"

"Eh, Just work"

"Your freelance work or your freelance work?"

"The answer is yes. You should join me sometime, it'll be fun"

"I did enough crime-fighting during the blip thank you very much. I'm currently in my peaceful academic phase; being a curator has done me some good. I just want to study dead nations and their languages; that's the kind of wholesome fun I want"

"You're a nerd even for me you know that? Anyways, thanks for the apple, ima head out" He opens the window and begins to crawl out. "LOVE YOU!"

"Peter we have doors for a reason; You are getting dirt all over my window!" I yell to him. "LOVE YOU TOO, BUG BOY"

Finally alone with my thoughts, I check my phone and look at my calendar. I remember I'm off for the next few days with exactly zero plans. Lost in my thoughts I was interrupted by a sudden shout of my name.

"Millaenyia!"

Startled I drop my phone. I have no idea where that came from. It was in my apartment but no one is here, I would have felt them. It happened again but this time the voice was beckoning me to follow it.

"Milllllaaaeennyyyiaa"

It was coming from my bookshelf in the living room. I start to walk toward the shelf and the books on it begin to shake. As I move closer, one book falls to the ground and the books stop shaking. I kneel to pick it up and see that it's a world atlas. Before I could inspect the book any further the pages began to rapidly flip. Eventually, the book lands on a map of Mexico and begins to burn up spontaneously. I don't freak out as fire doesn't affect me, but I just watch the map slowly burn until it gets to the Yucatán peninsula.

"Hmm. If that's not a sign then I don't know what is"

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I packed up a light bag and filled Peter in on the whole spooky situation. He's worried, understandably so; but I have to go. Something is calling me there, that beach in my dream looks like the beaches of Yucatán. In the back of my mind, I hear that voice calling my name. I'm afraid I'd lose my mind if I don't go. Peter wishes me luck and makes me promise to check in with him periodically. I put on a 2 piece swimsuit and layer on some white linens over it; I lace up an old pair of Adidas sneakers and grab a pair of sunglasses. Quickly I twist back my hair to the side and loosely braid it. I grab my bag and sling ring and began to open a portal to Mérida, Yucatán.

"Alrighty Creepy Voice, you've piqued my interest"

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screechthemighty · 1 year

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“Screech how many God of War fics are you writing at once” SHHHHH shhh shhh don’t worry about it, shhhh.

Also I’d say “Sindri enjoyers come get y’all juice” but this is uhhhhh sad. It gets better but it’s sad right now. Please mind the content warnings. AO3 link will be in the usual reblog!

the balance of life is in the ripe and ruin: part 1/3

content warnings: depictions of OCD including anxiety spirals and cleaning as a compulsion; grief due to family loss; suicidal thoughts/attempt; major spoilers for ragnarok.

He started washing again within a week of Ragnarök.

At first, it hadn’t mattered to him if he washed or not. From the second he slammed that hammer down, nothing had mattered. Brok was gone. Nothing was going to bring him back. What did it matter if the beasties finally got him? If his forge exploded, if anyone who’d ever cared about him ended up hating him? What did it matter?

That apathy finally cracked when he went back to the house. There was dust on every surface. Someone had tried to clean up the blood, but there were still dark stains in the floor. Sindri dug out his brush and started scrubbing.

And kept scrubbing.

And scrubbing.

The stains wouldn’t come out.

The worst part was everyone crawling out of stone to apologize for his loss. As if they’d given a shit before. As if they hadn’t turned their backs on Brok when Sindri brought him back. It was a miracle he managed to avoid punching someone before he gave up on social contact. He spent his time either out in the wilderness or back at the house, entirely alone.

The others were avoiding him. Sindri noticed signs that they had stopped by–things being tidied up, items that hadn’t belonged to Brok or Sindri slowly being moved out–but they never came by when he was there.

At least they were able to give them that much.

He picked at projects that didn’t go anywhere. He scrubbed the floor. Sometimes he’d spend half the day in bed, his thoughts less thoughts and more a white out storm of pain. He scrubbed the floor until the seal came off. He was sure he could still smell the blood.

A thought took root. Maybe that blood was the last part of Brok’s soul. Maybe if he just got it cleaned, it would free that part. Then maybe Sindri could get him back, or at least set him free. He could be in the light with Faye and their ancestors, not just…gone.

Sindri scrubbed until his hands were raw.

He could still smell the blood.

The long winter began to thaw.

It felt like an insult.

There was peace in the realms, or so everyone said. The surviving Aesir were playing nice, mortals were resettling into Midgard as the Desolation corrected itself, no more Hel Walkers. Everything was righting itself.

Almost everything.

How could he enjoy any of it when it had been bought with Brok’s blood?

The memories of that day stabbed at his mind like daggers. If it wasn’t those memories, it was the thoughts. Brok’s soul is in the floor. You have to get it out. He’s lost, he’s alone, he won’t rest until you do this. He’s in the floor. You have to get him out.

It’s your fault. Make it right.

The house smelled like soap and damp wood.

As the rest of the world healed, he was inside, scrubbing.

Of course, he was at it again when someone finally came by.

“Sindri? Honey, it’s Lúnda. You all right?”

The sound of the door creaking open made Sindri grit his teeth. Damn it, he thought he’d locked that. “Go away,” he snapped. He had to raise his voice to be heard over the harsh sound of the bristles against wood. “I’m busy.”

Lúnda didn’t go away. Of course not. Sindri heard the door open wider. “I was just stopping by to…”

“Don’t step on the floors!” Sindri snapped.

“Okay, okay. Do you want me to leave my shoes at the door?”

“No, no, it’s not…” Why did his chest hurt? Why was she here?! “...I won’t be able to get him out if you grind him in more.”

“...the blood?”

“No! Brok! I have to…”

Damn it. Damn it, why had he said it aloud? Terror knotted up his guts, but he looked up anyway, finally meeting Lúnda’s eyes. She was Brok’s friend, one of the only ones he’d had. She’d have to understand, right? “I have to get him out,” Sindri repeated.

Lúnda stared at him. It wasn’t a look of understanding. Sindri knew that look well. Oh gods, that look said, he’s actually insane.

“...Sindri, Brok’s not here,” Lúnda said carefully. “You…you know that, right?”

Of course he did.

Brok was gone. Sindri knew that. He was the one who had to live with that hole. And of course he knew Brok wasn’t in the floor. It made no fucking sense. But he couldn’t stop. If he stopped, those awful thoughts would come back, that terrifying conviction that he’d given up on his brother, abandoned his brother, that it was all his fault…

“Sindri?”

“Get out.”

“Honey, we’re worried about you.”

“I said get the fuck out!”

He saw a spark of fear in Lúnda’s eyes as she backed away and shut the door. That spark bled all his anger away, replacing it with shame. Guilt. It paralyzed him to the spot. The thoughts started swarming almost instantly. Bastard. Monster. How many more people are going to hurt, huh? You blame everyone else for what happened, but you know the truth.

Sindri picked back up the brush and started scrubbing.

It’s your fault. It’s all your fault.

His elbow hit the bucket, knocking it over. The water spilled out on the floor. It was dark from all the sealant, dirt, whatever he’d scrubbed free from the wood.

Dark like blood.

Sindri stared at the stain as it grew, spreading across the floor.

Your fault. Your fault. Your fault.

Your fault.

The beach hadn’t changed since last time.

Sindri stared out over the Lake of Souls. The light had stabilized as Fimbulwinter finally faded away. He felt like he should…hear something. Feel something. He was sure he had the day he’d come for his brother’s soul.

Today, though, there was nothing. Just the wind and the distant croaking of some creature. Not even the elves were fighting. It was quiet as the grave.

Quiet as the house and the forges without Brok there.

He’d stripped off all his armor, his gloves, his shoes. It was the closest to dirt he’d been in a while, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. The pain was back–not as bad as it was on the days he couldn’t leave bed, but bad enough to send him here.

It felt inevitable, in a way.

He’s not in there, whispered his common sense.

I know. Sindri stood up and calmly dusted the sand off his pants. I’m not here for him.

That wasn’t entirely true. There was a part of him that still clung to the delusion that Brok was there. That all he had to do was jump in, swim and keep swimming until he could grab his brother’s soul and bring him home. But even if Brok wasn’t in there…

He waded into the water. Up to his knees. His waist. His chest.

He took one last breath and started swimming.

The water felt thicker this time. The remnants of all the souls that had died in Ragnarök still lingering, maybe. It sent a spark of hope flooding through him. Maybe that hope wasn’t delusional, maybe Brok was still in there, maybe, maybe, maybe…maybe if he just kept swimming.

Maybe.

He felt the hands on him as he swam, caressing his face, his arms, any exposed skin, beckoning him further downwards. He tried, he reached out, he searched desperately for that same sense of certainty that he felt the first time, the sense that had pulled him to his brother.

He tried.

But there was nothing there.

Just the darkness and a thousand grasping fingers dragging him under.

You failed him.

You failed.

It’s your -

“What are you doing here, Sin?”

Sindri sat up.

Golden sunlight flooded his vision, blinding him for a moment. When his vision finally cleared, he was…at one of his shops? The one in the foothills. It was peaceful, warm, just the rustling of wind through leaves and that voice.

“I missed you too, vinur minn, but it’s too soon for this.”

“...Faye?”

She was sitting as she always did, right on the ground, legs crossed, leaning against the counter. She looked the way she did when he’d first met her, the way she always did in his mind: wild red hair coming out of its braids, eyes bright from combat, green and gold clothing. But there was a calmness to her he didn’t remember from that day. It reminded him more of the last time they’d met. Faye the wife and mother, not Laufey the just.

Still his friend, either way.

“You’re here?” he breathed as he stepped closer.

“Of course I am. I’d never leave you.” She smiled, but her eyes were sad. “You’ve always had a part of me. One of the best parts, I think.” She held out her hand, like she always did; he took it, because of course he would. “You’ve got a part of him, too, you know. Even if he’s not here. You need to hold onto the both of us now.”

He knew in his gut what she was really saying. It just made him hold on tighter. “I can’t,” he said, the words swallowed up in a sob. “I can’t. I don’t know how.”

“You do. Hey. You do.” She squeezed his hand tightly. “There is more strength in that heart than you give yourself credit for. More people who still love you. It will hurt, but you can bear it until it stops. And I will not leave you. I promise.” The sunlight practically made her glow. “I’m sorry I never said goodbye.”

“Don’t.” Sindri shook his head. “You don’t have to apologize. Not to me, not for anything.” He met her eyes. They had never looked so blue. “Odin’s gone.”

“I know.”

“You won.”

“You won. Thank you.” Faye glanced away from him, up and over his head, her smile growing softer. He’d never seen her smile like that before. “Oh. Sæl elskan mín.”

“...What?”

“Don’t worry. Just breathe, all right? And tell the others that I-”

The water tasted green coming back up.

Algae, probably. Algae and who knew what else. His body rejected it all, leaving him gasping and shaking on the sand. “Breathe,” said a low, gruff voice. “Slowly.”

Kratos.

Fuck.

Sindri couldn’t look at him. Just seeing the vivid red tattoos out of the corner of his eye was bad enough. It felt like he’d been caught cleaning again, but worse. The shame, the dread, the fear, the…

“Can you hear me?”

Was he disappointed or relieved?

“Why did you pull me out?” Sindri asked.

Birdsong echoed over the lake, the normally soothing sound almost deafening. The longer Kratos didn’t reply, the more Sindri wanted to get up and jump back in, just to get away. Kratos moved carefully, going from kneeling to sitting, facing away from Sindri. “...I had a brother,” he said finally. “The gods took him from me, too. It took a long time for me to…stop blaming myself for what happened. You should have that chance.”

Of course he has a dead brother. Sindri almost wanted to laugh. That fucking god and all the fucking tragedy that surrounded him. How was he still standing? How did he do it? Because Sindri sure as shit didn’t know how to.

You do.

Her voice was still so clear. Her hand…

Sindri finally pushed himself up, resting on his knees, his hand flexing carefully. It still felt…not warm. Faintly cool, but not unpleasantly so.

Sorry. Frost giant thing.

“You do not have to speak to me,” Kratos said quietly. “I understand, you are angry. You have every right to be. But I am not leaving you here alone.”

That was what did it.

Sindri wondered if Freya had a moment like this: when all that carefully constructed hatred finally broke under the weight of reality. Sindri had been angry, so angry at Kratos and Atreus. He’d held onto that anger with both hands because it was one of the only things keeping him from snapping entirely. But he couldn’t hold onto it now. Not anymore. And as it bled away, it revealed what he’d known all along. The thing he’d been trying to fend back for weeks.

“...I killed him,” Sindri whispered. He’d dragged his brother out of that lake with a fourth of him missing. Odin, a random ogre or troll, natural death, anything could have taken Brok. It didn’t matter. It would always come to this.

And Sindri would always be the one who had dealt the first blow.

“It’s my fault,” he said. “Oh, gods, I killed him.”

The first sob felt like it ripped him in half. The pain blinded him to everything else, his entire world collapsing into itself. For what felt like an eternity, there was just him and that overwhelming pain.

Then a hand gripped his shoulder–carefully, but just tightly enough to pull the disparate parts back together. Other sensations followed. His clothes were soaking wet. The sand was really itchy against his exposed skin. His mouth still kind of tasted like lake water, which was awful. It was all fucking awful.

But the birds were still singing somewhere, too. And the sunlight still looked golden.

Sindri couldn’t stop crying. He didn’t bother trying. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t hold onto it anymore. The more he cried, the more the deep ache finally revealed itself. Not anger, not fear. Grief. A deep well of grief.

At least he could finally name it.

Kratos waited until Sindri had stopped crying before he stood. He was back seconds later with a water skin. “Do you have anything stronger?” SIndri asked hoarsely.

“Water first. You need it more.”

Fair. And the first few sips did feel pretty nice, he wouldn’t lie. Kratos sat back down again as Sindri drank carefully. He’d already thrown up once, and he really wasn’t looking to do that again. Oh, gross, I’m near the vomit. Moving away meant moving closer to Kratos, but he preferred that by a lot. “How’d you know I was here?” he asked as he passed the water skin back to Kratos.

“Lúnda said you were distressed. Talking about Brok. I thought…” Kratos stared back out over the water. “I heard her here. Both times. Your shop is not far. It seemed a logical place to start.”

Sindri thought back to what he’d seen in the lake, to the cold feeling still lingering on his hand. Those last words, barely heard but somehow…he knew. He just couldn’t bring himself to say it yet. “Lúnda’s not here, is she?” Sindri asked.

“No, she stayed at your home. The head, too.” Oh, thank goodness. Mimir sometimes had good advice, sometimes, but Mimir advice was the last thing Sindri needed. “I made sure they wouldn’t follow. You have time.”

That settled it. Kratos was officially the singular most confusing person Sindri knew. Somehow the biggest, scariest grump in the Nine Realms, and at the same time the person who’d sure Sindri had some privacy.

I guess that’s what Faye saw in him.

“How do you do it?” Sindri asked quietly. “How do you…handle it all?”

“Not as well as you’d think.” The slight, self-mocking note to Kratos’s tone almost made Sindri regret asking, but the next sentence was thoughtful: “I simply lived with it, for a long time. If you can call it living. Faye, she…”

He paused. Sindri saw him flex his hand, as if he could still feel her touch, too. “...she said once that we would always walk together. That she would always carry a part of me, and I of her. The culmination of love is grief, and yet…we still open our hearts to it. I did not understand what she meant until recently.” He looked at Sindri. “The pain…no longer feels like pain. Or it feels less so. Instead I feel her. What she taught me, what she gave me. It takes time to accept, but it is possible.”

You can bear it.

It felt like Kratos was saying the same thing.

Sindri stared out over the water. He tried to focus on the golden light, the distant bird song. “I mean,” he said finally, “Faye hasn’t been wrong yet.” The comment got a slight chuckle out of Kratos, something Sindri wasn’t expecting but was weirdly proud of. “She was right about something else. He who walks his own path walks alone.” Finally, he met Kratos’s eyes. “It wasn’t your fault, and…I’m sorry for what I said.”

“You were grieving. I understand. It is behind us.” There was still a softness in his eyes, despite the words. Relief, maybe? He was still so hard to read. “I do not know if you heard…”

“About Atreus or about Týr?”

“Both.”

Sindri had heard. They were some of the last pieces of gossip he’d heard before isolating himself. The Týr thing…he was trying not to think about. That was beyond the scope of what he could handle right now. The Atreus part…

“He’s going to be okay, right?” Sindri said quietly. He didn’t want to think of an alternative: that the last things he’d said to Atreus had been in anger, that they’d never been able to fix things. For everything that hurt between him and Brok, and for all the hurt Sindri felt now that he was gone, at least they’d been able to reconcile. He didn’t want things to be different with Atreus.

Kratos nodded. “He will,” he said, not even a hint of hesitation. “I know he will.”

Maybe one day, Sindri would develop Kratos’s confidence. Right now, he settled on hope. Hope that Kratos was right. Hope that Faye was right.

Hope that he wouldn’t find himself back on these shores again.

They sat in silence for a long time, watching the water and the clouds moving across the sky. Eventually, when his chest stopped hurting so much, Sindri spoke again: “I don’t know if…if I can go back to the house.”

Kratos didn’t hesitate: “There is room in my home, if you wish. I cannot promise the wolves will leave you alone, but there is always a place for you.”

Right, the wolves. The thought did make his skin itch a bit, but…

You know what? The wolves were a better alternative.

“Okay,” Sindri said. “Okay. If you’re sure.”

“Hmm.” Kratos stood and offered Sindri a hand. “I’m sure.”

Sindri only hesitated for a second before accepting the help up. “Home, then,” Kratos said.

“Yeah. Home.”

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