#because on one hand Edward is missing a leg and arm

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Wildest dreams, pt. 28

Summary: Paul's gone. While the search for him is ongoing, Y/N is back home, awaiting his return.

Warnings: angst, fluff, sexual innuendos, swearing, talking about death, mental health issues and suicide

Wildest Dreams Masterlist

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Tucking her legs under her, Y/N stares out the window. It’s been unusually cold lately, the skies turning darker with each passing day. The clouds are getting lower, spreading among the trees surrounding her home. Whenever autumn comes knocking, Y/N welcomes the rainy days and moody weather with both arms. She didn’t detest the cold as she once did, because Paul would always hold her a little bit closer. He’d often kiss her until they both struggled to keep their hands to each other and she had to beg for mercy before they were both late for work. It’s not like he’d kiss her any less in the summer, it’s just that he’s aware his warmth in already warm days is harder for Y/N’s body to handle. It’s why he’d give her space from time to time. Y/N hated that. That’s why she’d turn down the AC to freezing cold temperatures all the time just so she could enjoy Paul’s cuddles more.

She misses his cuddles now.

It’s been five days since Paul went out of the Cullen’s house and shifted into a wolf. When he’d lose his temper, Paul would be back by nightfall and Y/N never needed to worry. This felt different. Jacob didn’t tell her much at first, trying to sugarcoat what they’d discovered, but she wasn’t letting up. She could never let up when Paul was involved.

“You need to hear it from him, not me,” Jacob sighs.

Pinching the bridge of her nose, Y/N frowns deeply. “I don’t know what’s happening, but I know I feel that his heart is shattered and I -”, she pauses as a sob threatens to escape her. “I never feel his emotions unless they’re at an extreme and his pain is suffocating me right now.”

“It’s a deeply personal thing I can’t imagine Paul would want you to talk to us about.”

Chuckling dryly, she points a finger at Jacob’s chest. “You have no idea what he or I would want. You weren’t here when we were building this relationship from the ground up! You weren’t here as we grew up and you sure as hell weren’t here when we learned each other’s hearts by heart! So don’t tell me what he would or wouldn’t want, because I know what he wants, and that is me! And if he is in this state because he believes he’s done something that will take me away from him, I need to know what the fuck it is so I can convince him it isn’t his fault and that–,“ belting over she lets a shuddered breath pass her lips. Clutching her chest, Y/N’s knees hit the ground with a loud sob echoing throughout the room. Jacob’s quick to wrap his arms around her, looking at Edward in distress.

“She’s overwhelmed”, Edward explains before glancing at Jasper, who seems devastated by the constant waves of pure anguish coming off of Y/N.

In the blink of an eye, Jasper is beside Y/N, his hand running up and down her back as she gasps for breath. All the pain and confusion coursing through her blood is nearly enough to make anyone insane. Even Jasper is barely holding it together as he takes some of her pain, replacing the tsunami of negative emotions with a sense of tranquility.

It doesn’t take long for Y/N’s breathing to return to normal, but her tears don’t dry. Jasper can manipulate her emotions, but he can’t trick her body into forgetting everything.

“Just tell me,” she pleads. “I need to know how to bring him back home.”

“He’s found out you’d possess a rare ability if you were to join our family,” Carlisle answers, and her eyes find him immediately. “One that the Volturi would never allow to exist. That means they’d kill you if you were to change.”

Wiping her tears with the back of her hand, she furrows her eyebrows. “Then I won’t shift and it won’t be a problem.”

“Aro will know,” Alice chimes in. “He can read every thought anyone’s ever had just by touch. He’d find out about you. Even as a human, you’d be a threat. The potential you carry is enough for him to act.”

Letting out a heavy breath, Y/N shakes her head. “How do you even know I might have this power?”

“We asked a member of our extended family to visit,” Alice replies. “We didn’t want to take risks when it came to you. A Quileute imprint.”

“And if you didn’t? If he never told you what potential I carry? If we never even mentioned the possibility of me being part of your family?”

“You’d have never gone through what Paul saw the day he imprinted on you.”

“A self-actualizing prophesy,” Y/N nods. “Is it really as bad as it seems?” Y/N asks Alice. “Paul has always seemed traumatized by it, but he’s my imprint. Is it really a horrid way to die?”

For the first time, Y/N noticed emotions in the Cullens. The Cullens' stony faces are difficult to read by humans, but Y/N can no longer ignore the emotions she notices in them. It’s on all their faces–compassion and pity most of all.

“Okay then”, Y/N forces a small smile as she uses Jacob’s shoulders to help herself stand. Jasper doesn’t hesitate, holding her up as she stumbles during her attempt.

“We need to find my fiancé,” Y/N purses her lips. “Jacob,” she sighs. “Please find him and bring him back to me.”

“I will do my best,” he promises. “But it’s not easy when we get into this headspace. It once took me an entire summer to return to my human form.”

Nodding, she swallows thickly. “Tell him I need him. Tell him I love him and I don’t care about anything other than spending the rest of my life with him. I want to get married and I want us to live every single day to the fullest.”

“I’ll gather the rest of the pack still willing to shift,” Jacob pecks her forehead. “We can cover more ground and drag him back if necessary.”

As Jacob walks toward the door, he’s stopped as her fingers coil around his pinky finger–the only part of him she could reach as he all but ran to fulfill his promise.

“Don’t let him see me breaking down. He can’t ever know.”

Ever since, Y/N waited for her soulmate to return to her. Embry, Quill, and Seth joined Jacob in their search the very first night. Sam and his eldest son waited for Leah and her husband, Owen, to come from Port Angeles before joining the very next day.

Emily would visit with her youngest every morning. Y/N’d have her dad over for lunch, but it didn’t help distract her as much. The greatest thing Sam has ever done for her was give her and Paul his blessing to clue her father in. She didn’t tell him she was marked for certain death. It would kill him to know, but he knows enough to be aware her life is in danger. She told him Paul’s off with the pack trying to hunt down a rogue cold one, protecting the tribe. Kim and Jared would come over every other night for dinner. Y/N imagines it’s because they feel guilty about Jared’s lack of involvement in the search for Paul. He’s not shifted in so long, the human part of him is much stronger than the wolf. Y/N supposes they didn’t want to halt his aging now when they finally seem to look the same age. She can’t take it to heart. Perhaps she’d hate if Paul shifted after a decade too.

Claire and her wife visited on the second day. She’s never been too close to Claire as she and Andrea live far, about a five-hour drive in one direction. They mostly see each other for holidays, but Y/N appreciated her visiting very much. Catching up with them put her mind at ease for a few hours, long enough to maintain some semblance of sanity.

Renesmee showed up with Bella for a few hours on the third day, bringing loads of chocolates Edward knew Y/N liked. Apparently, he’s joined the search earlier that day with Emmett and Rosalie.

The only ones who never left her home were Daisy and Jasper. It would likely drive Embry crazy if he knew his imprint had been sitting beside a vampire this entire time, especially when that vampire was Jasper. He’s apparently less stable with his diet compared to others in his family, but Y/N likes it when he’s close by. If it weren’t for him micromanaging her emotions whenever they threatened to kill her, Y/N would have lost herself. Alice came and went, unable to handle the smell of wolves for too long. The smell of several wolves mixed together is much worse than Jacob's scent, she said.

“He’s going to come back”, Daisy hands her a cup of warm tea. It’s nothing compared to holding Paul’s hand, but if she closes her eyes for a few minutes, she can pretend he’s there, safe with her.

Daisy sits with her, feeling her loss. Embry’s never been away this long before. She can’t imagine how hard it must be for Y/N when she can’t even be sure Paul is alright when she can feel he’s in pain. At least Embry isn’t in danger and he isn’t heartbroken to the point of being stuck in his wolf form. He’ll definitely come back home. Paul might not. She doesn’t say that openly, but she carries that worry. Meeting Y/N was scary as hell, especially with how highly Embry used to talk about her. She knows they had a mutual crush on each other when they were younger, but it never seemed to work for them. Embry told her he didn’t want to mess up his friendship with Jacob, who was evidently in love with Y/N, but he also didn’t want to risk losing Y/N as a friend. It was easier to admire her from a distance.

It’s not like Daisy is insecure about her relationship with Embry now, but before she knew what imprinting was, it did cross her mind that Y/N might be competition. She only found out about imprints when Embry spilled the beans about Paul imprinting on Y/N when she first came back to town. He wasn’t aware she was close enough to hear him and the way he mocked Paul for it, but she heard it. It wasn’t hard making the connection about their own situation. Smiling, she remembers how stupid his face looked when she called him her imprint in bed that night. He nearly choked on his own saliva before she kissed him harder than ever before. She wishes he was with her to kiss him harder than that. Jared didn’t shift and leave Kim, so why did Embry? Shaking her head, she puts those thoughts away. Y/N is a close friend, possibly her closest friend, and she’s definitely Embry’s favorite person aside from herself. This is a small sacrifice for someone they both care about.

Jasper watches the two girls from the couch. He can sense the quickly shifting emotions in Daisy every day, but none of them are malicious. It’s evident she simply misses her husband. Y/N is a hurricane compared to Daisy. She’s impossible to predict and the devastation her emotions can cause is incredibly difficult to contain. He’s never truly delved much into imprint connections, perhaps because Jacob and Renesmee had a simple relationship. Renesmee didn’t pay him much attention until she ended things with her high school boyfriend. After graduation, that’s when she decided she wanted him…selfishly so. She never quite unlatched from him. Renesmee was more or less obsessed with him, jealous of Y/N’s friendship with him, but she was never in any pain regarding Jacob. As for the wolf side of the relationship, Jacob just wanted to protect her and make her happy. He didn’t necessarily love her the way Renesmee loved him, but he wouldn’t ever break her heart, even though his own wasn’t whole. Jasper always knew Jacob loved someone else and despite the imprinting tying him to his niece, Jacob never forgot the one he wanted truly. Seeing Jacob and Y/N in the same room revealed everything to him — he wanted what he could never have. And now he’s off, making sure Y/N can have some form of a happy ending as if she won’t die soon.

Never before did Jasper care much about humans, knowing they’re around only for a brief part of his immortal life. Very few did he care to befriend and, for some reason, Y/N felt like a person he wanted to be around. She didn’t make him thirsty, it’s her heart that speaks to him. So many people walk around hiding their true feelings, but she feels everything so clearly and she refuses to pretend otherwise. It’s rare to find someone like that. He has observed her mainly depressed in the time he's known her, but he wonders about the potential of being around her when she's truly happy.? He could get drunk on candid joyfulness Y/N is capable of feeling. Perhaps he’s going to be invited to the wedding when Paul returns. She’ll certainly be cheerful on that day and he has to know the other side of this despair. He can't believe that he cannot replace this pit of aching with ecstasy and serenity.

Alice finds him unreasonable for staying with Y/N inside the house she shares with Paul, but he can’t bring himself to leave yet. Not before she’s reunited with her fiancé. Leaving now is like playing with destiny. She deserves the relief he’s cautiously giving her, making sure she can feel her emotions without allowing them to cross the borders of what she can safely handle. Y/N needs him, even if others do not agree. Until Paul walks over the threshold of this house, Jasper will not leave. Y/N doesn’t demand it either. He can feel she’s grateful for his presence, for taking the edge off the very sharp knife her emotions tend to become.

So he stays, watching over the girls as the lighting tears apart the sky.

“What would happen if I were to join your family and Aro was,” Y/N pauses as she turns to look at Jasper, who seemed rather surprised she was talking about it. “Well, if he was eliminated, would it really be such a problem for me? For your family?”

Staring at Jasper, Y/N watches as his lips spread in a thin line and then into a genuine smile. She’s definitely gone mad. “You’d want to take on the Volturi?”

“I want to take on Aro,” she corrects. “If he was alone, he’d be easier to eliminate.”

“To kill, you mean,” Jasper states.

Shaking her head, she places the empty teacup down. “I understand the chances of it are minimal, but say I accept to be one of you and I get this magical power of making vampires human… Can’t I make him human?”

“Would he, like, just become a vampire again?” Daisy asks.

Jasper rubs his chin. The more time he spends around her, Y/N swears he does these little gestures for her benefit, something to take away from the ungodly beauty he possesses, to make him seem more human.

It's impossible to turn them into vampires after they have been cured. However, the rest of them would know. The entire army would be ready to dismember us to get to you.”

“Not if he disappears,” Y/N tries. “We could hold him hostage until he dies a human death.”

“That’s dark”, Daisy notes.

“It’s nothing compared to what he’s been doing for much longer than you’ve been alive,” Jasper argues. “He deserves far worse.”

“Could it work?” Y/N asks as Jasper’s phone lights up. “Alice?” The hope in her voice is so easily detectable that it makes Jasper almost frown when he sees it’s a message from Edward.

We found Paul.

“No. Edward says they found Paul.”

“Are they coming home?” Y/N jumps, running toward Jasper. “Call him, call him!”

Smiling as her hope brings alive the butterflies in his stomach, Jasper dials his brother immediately.

“Kind of hard to talk now”, Edward grunts as a loud growl sounds.

“I’m with Y/N. You’re on speaker.”

“Where is he”, Y/N grabs Jasper’s wrist, bringing her lips closer to the phone. “Is he okay?”

“Canada”, Edward sighs as the growling grows louder.

“Is that him?!” she exclaims. “Paul Lahote, you stop that right now!”

On command, the growls turn into whimpers and she can’t help the way her chin trembles with the pained sound leaving her fiancé.

“Come home,” she says softly. “I know you believe you put me in this situation, but that’s not true.” Sniffling, she pauses as if to wonder if saying it in front of everyone is unwise. It doesn’t take long for her to decide, choosing to prioritize Paul over her vulnerability. “If you and I never fell in love, I’d have been dead a long time ago. Paul, I came back home for a few months to tie up loose ends.”

Glancing at Daisy who stood by her, Y/N swallows thickly. “I was struggling with anxiety and depression. And I didn’t feel like I had anyone in this world other than my dad. I just…I was in therapy, but it didn’t really feel like it was working. The meds never really helped either. I was just so…so lonely.”

“Y/N”, Daisy rests a hand on her shoulder as a show of support.

“I was planning on taking my life and then you showed up in that forest with your stupid smile and gorgeous eyes and suddenly I had one more mystery to solve.” Smiling meekly, Y/N sighs. “Before long, I was falling in love with you and my friends returned to me and in that time, I started falling in love with life again. You saved my life, Paul Lahote, and I hate how cheesy that sounds, but you did. And whatever time I got now is still a lot longer than it would have been if we never met.”

Biting her lower lip, she closes her eyes. “You made me happier than I believed was possible. I love you and I want to marry you. I want to marry you and become your wife as we planned. Come back to me so we can enjoy this time we have left.”

“I will.”

She recognizes Paul’s voice immediately.

“I’ll be home soon. We’ll do whatever you want.” His voice is shaky, imbued with heavy emotions he’s attempting to keep under control.

Smiling, she nods. “A beach wedding would have been great, but the weather might not agree.”

“I’ll make sure it agrees,” Paul sniffles.

“Where we had our first date?”

“Sounds perfect!”

Neither spoke for a few moments. Each breath seems to hang in the air, heavy with unspoken thoughts. It’s the kind of silence that carries weight, a palpable tension that both parties are acutely aware of but hesitate to break. Y/N inhales sharply as Paul breaks the silence.

“I love you too.”

“I know”, she replies quietly.

“With all my heart.”

“I believe you.”

“I’ll see you soon,” Paul promises.

Nodding, she holds her breath as tears rush to her eyes. She can’t let Paul hear her crying. He’s carrying far too much guilt already and her tears shouldn’t be part of the load. Swallowing the growing lump at the back of her throat, she replies sweetly, her tone laced with all the love she wants to give him.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

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Part 29

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[xetswan]

The Switch of Daylight- Plans to Go

(Alice x Reader x Jasper)

[One] [two] [three]

We get home and Bella is acting like a child, giving me the silent treatment. She slams her door shut, Charlie shoots up from his spot on the couch.

“What happened?” I roll my eyes.

“Nothing, go back to sleep.” I tell him, going straight to my room. I gently shut the door, pacing back and forth. Glancing over to my window. Fuck… Am I really going to do this?

Yes, yes I am. I quickly change out of the button up shirt and dress pants, going into sweatpants along with a tank top. I climb out of my window, stepping back from the building.

“Bella, I swear to god if your window is locked.” I huff, getting up on the tree then jumping to her windowsill. I slam it open and climb inside.

She jumps, standing up but comes to disappointment when she sees it’s me. “Thanks for the warm welcoming.” I sarcastically tell her.

“Get out.” She frowns, I shake my head.

“No, I need this conversation.” I stand my ground, she seems hesitant but lets me continue.

“You.. you do not understand what just happened.” I fold my arms, she scoffs but I cut her off. “You do not understand the control all of us had to endorse because of you.” I want to scream at her but I know it will do no good for anyone.

“You want to be with Edward, I get that. But you are risking their existence, and your own. You want some happily ever after but you do not understand that he is a different fucking species.” I become angrier.

“It’s not your fault tonight happened but god, if I had the choice I wouldn’t be this monstrosity!” I felt a lump in my throat of what could’ve been a sob but instead my eyes stay dry.

“You’re not a monstrosity, [Name].” She comes over but I step back. “I am, I can barely be near you right now because you smell like blood. Not that I can’t control myself it’s the fact that it is making my mouth salvate. That’s disgusting.” I grit my teeth at the thought of even feeding a little bit off of my sister.

“[Name]... I know you wouldn’t do that.” She frowns.

“Bella, I’m only here to protect you from anything. I will be by your side as long as I’m needed.” I finally place my hand on her thigh.

“I have to go do something and I’ll be back to talk more.” I assure her and she nods but I can tell she wants to say whats on her mind.

“Edward is going to kiss you goodnight once I’m gone.” I smirk and she gives me a soft smile as a thank you.

I take a deep breath, climbing back out of her window and jumping down. Alice and Jasper were already waiting down there for me, I take their hands and we race off into the woods so no one could hear us talking.

Getting to our usual spot off that hiking area I sit down on a fallen tree.

“Let’s get this over with.” I mutter, watching their every movements. Jasper still has dark circles around his eyes and I could tell I did a number on him. I felt sort of guilty. I know he didn’t do it on purpose but the thought of my sister being in danger blinded me.

“[Name] we have to leave.” Alice whispers.

“Where you guys going?” I cross my legs, she raises an eyebrow, confused.

“You have to come with, lovebug.” She mutters and I scoff out a laugh.

“Where are you guys going?” I repeat myself a bit harsher. She stays silent as if I’m going to become sweeter suddenly but after it doesn’t happen she huffs.

“We don’t know yet but away from Bella. Edward seems to believe it’s the best way.” She explains, I squint my eyes in disbelief.

“Why would you think that I would join, Alice?” I was utterly shocked she would assume I would just join them. I can control myself pretty fine. I don’t need that.

“[Name]-” “What would you want me to tell my father?! After he thought I went missing for a week months back?” I grew angrier, I stood up from the tree, Jasper spoke up this time.

“It’s what’s best for them. What are you going to say when you are 45 with no wrinkles?” He tries to convince me.

“I-” I pause to shake my head in disappointment, “I cannot believe this. You are asking me to fake my death right now.” I dryly laugh to myself, pacing in one area.

“You know how I felt when you first brought it up-” They try to speak up.

“Don’t.” I put up a finger.

“You guys just need more practice around blood. We don’t need to move across the world.” I exclaim but their faces drop, their eyes don’t meet mine.

“[Name], we’ve already set on leaving.”

“Well you’re going to have to leave with out me. I am not leaving my sister.” I stand my ground, I can’t leave her, she’s going to be devastated.

“Is he telling her right now?” I suddenly question them, Alice shakes her head no. “Tomorrow.”

“What will she be like?” I aggressively get closer to her but this time I don’t get an answer.

“Alice, what will she be like when he leaves?” Panic starts to set in, I lose her either way don’t I? I will lose her because of this horrible night.

“Alice!” I shake her arms, she tries to look away, Jasper wraps his arms around my waist.

“Hey, calm down.” He soothes me but I shove him away. “This isn’t right!” thunder emits in the sky as I shouted, next comes rain starting to sprinkle down.

“Please join us, [Name].” Alice begs me, she stays her distance but Jasper looked like he wanted to hold me. I think to the ground for a moment. Knowing what I’m going to have to tell them.

“No… I’m sorry. I’m staying.” I say in almost a whisper with the wind. As it grows stronger so does the water hitting the ground. I go to go over to them but this time they back away from me.

“We just got you back again.” Alice gently tells me.

“We went through all this pain of waiting for you.” She gets louder. “And you’re asking us to wait longer?” She painfully asks me.

“Alice, I have my fathers one life time to be with him. I have a whole existence with you. What’s a few more decades?”

“That’s a selfish request, darling.” Jasper mumbles, I huff.

“A selfish request is to ask me to leave my family.” I tell him, “If this is how you feel i’m not fighting for this anymore.” I wipe the rain off my face only for it to come back just as quick.

I make my way back to the trail and I am shocked I don’t get followed. I am disappointed to not hear my name or feel a hand wrap around my wrist to stop me.

At least say one more “I love you.” But as much as it hurts, I know they’ll forgive me and later understand as like I said, what’s a few more decades?

They next day I decided to stay home from school, pretending to be sick as I went to go to the Cullen’s to plead with them to not leave.

“Are you sure you’re okay home alone?” My father questions me, my eyes filled with sorrow but to him it might just look like I’m sick. He was worried, I could feel it. His heart thumping a little louder in his chest.

“Yes, don’t worry. I think it’s just a little cold. I feel like crap though.” I say in a lighthearted manner, chuckling softly at the end so he thinks I’m okay.

“Okay, I’ll call around lunchtime, but I’m hoping you’ll be napping.” He rubs my head and kisses the top of it before leaving. Bella had already left for school. She’s not exactly talking to me like normal anymore. Especially after last night.

Once I knew my dad was gone I hurried outside, entering the woods and running to the Cullens. I figured it was best so that people really did think I was home sick. Not lying to them. Getting to the Cullens I felt my anxiety heighten. Edward was there, same with everyone else.

Alice was already walking outside, the others following suit. She had a vision of me coming. I should’ve known.

“You’re here to change our minds.” She announces, I stay silent. Edward doesn’t stop walking though, he comes up and I could tell he might want to grab me so I back away.

“Don’t try it, Edward.” I warn him. I stare at him and his body was faltering. His energy draining.

“You need to come with us.” He speaks up. I furrow my brows at him.

“To hurt her even more?” I cross my arms. “It’s better than physically hurting her. She’ll die with us around her.” He argues.

“She’ll kill herself if we- You leave.” I shake my head.

“You’re wrong. She won’t do that to Charlie.” He tells me.

“But you’re asking me to. I’m not fighting this. I’m not going. And you shouldn’t either but it looks like you have your mind made up.” I huff, fixing my jacket. “I can’t believe you’re all going through with this.” I pointed at them behind Edward who all stood cowardly with this fake confidence.

“[Name], please…” Esme frowns but I just shake my head.

You guys should’ve left before the mess was made but instead you do it after.” I laugh because we all know I can’t cry if I wanted to.

“You know this isn’t what she wants. Why?” I plead with them.

“It’s the best thing for her.” Carlisle steps in. “If that was true you would’ve never invited her into your home.” His eyes flicker down to the ground.

“We shouldn’t have done that. You were right, we only brought pain to your lives.” Carlisle steps closer to me but again I step back like I did with Edward. I don’t trust them.

They could still force me to leave with them and I will never leave my sister and Charlie.

“I was angry.” I mutter.

“You don’t even trust us anymore.” Rosalie cries out, pointing out the fact that I keep stepping back.

“You guys want me to leave with you, I don’t know if you’re going to trick me or not.” I retaliate.

“You think we would opt you out of your own choice?” Jasper finally says something and I stare at the ground.

“You’ve done it before.” I remind them.

“Well then,” Alice clears her throat, walking away from the argument. A part of me wanted to follow her. The other part of me was glad to see her go.

“I should’ve never came here. Why’d I think you would change your minds?” I whisper, giving up. My hands falling down to my sides. I read their faces before I start leaving.

Rosalie with a stern expression, only faltering when she thinks I’m not looking.

Emmett wanted to say something but never did.

Esme was sad, she hid behind Carlisle who had a solemn look as well.

Edward was angry, but also remorseful.

Jasper… he looked betrayed and hurt. Something I wish I didn’t have to see.

I glance back at them one more time, all of them starting to walk away except for Jasper. He was holding onto me. He was holding onto the fact that I could probably change my mind and leave with them. But he knew. He knew I would never leave my family’s sides. I couldn’t, I won’t.

I felt like I was actually taking the biggest breath of air, filling my lungs that I don’t actually need to function.

For a moment I felt human with the emotions I felt.

All spiraling at me.

And for a second I heard my heart thump.

For a second my blood rushed through my body.

For a second I broke.

But just like that I healed. I’m not human, my heart didn’t thump. My blood stayed dry.

Masterlink: A&J

Im backkkk lol. Very sorry for the five month disappearance. A lot has happened but here you goooo also sorry this is short this is just to kinda ween my way back into writing this

#bella swan #jacob black #twilight #twilight x reader #alice cullen #carlisle cullen #jasper whitlock #twilight imagine #rosalie twilight #the twilight saga #twilight saga #alice cullen x reader #jasper cullen x reader #jasper hale x reader #jasper cullen #jasper hale #jasper #emmett x reader #rosalie x emmett #carlisle x esme #esme cullen #volturi #edward cullen #charlie swan

[thebunnylord]

Ttte scar headcanons

Thomas: has a tiny scar across his throat and a tiny scar between his ribs on his side, has no idea where they came, nor due any medical records showing anything regarding them.

Edward: usual burn scars on his arms, is missing his thumb and index fingers on his right hand and a pinky on his left along with a huge scar down the side of his wrist.

Henry: is an absolute scarred up mess, has scars on his side, chest, neck, legs, abdomen due to his health.

Gordon: has a scar from when he broke his arm when he crashed through the station wall, and a burn scar on his foot from the time he accidentally poured boiling water down his boot.

James: a burn scar on his left leg and a scar under his chin because he once tripped and spit his chin open on the rail

Percy: miraculously he has no scars

Toby: has the usual burn scars on his arms and hands, nothing serious.

Duck: two on his knees from when he jumped out of his engine when it crashed into the barber shop, and miraculously walked away from it with only two scrapped up knees.

Donald: has a tiny one from when he and Douglas were playing darts when they were younger and Douglas accidentally somehow stuck the dart in Donald’s foot when he went to throw it.

Douglas: a tiny one on his chin that he got from Donald after he stuck the dart in Donald’s foot.

Oliver: had his arm amputated and a few scratches on his other arm, plus the unusual burn marks.

Emily: is smart enough to not get hurt.

Diesel: a burn mark on his hand from that time he thought that holding a lighter in his gasoline covered hand was a smart idea.

Bill: has a scar across his forehead from when Ben ran into him.

Ben: has a scar across his forehead from when bill ran into him.

BoCo: has a few that are related to his diabetes, nothing really serious.

#ttte #thomas and friends #ttte incorrect quote #ttte humanisation #ttte headcanon #ttte thomas #ttte edward #ttte henry #ttte gordon #ttte james #ttte percy #ttte toby #ttte duck #ttte donald #ttte douglas #ttte oliver #ttte emily #ttte diesel #ttte bill #there’s too many characters to tag #you can tag the rest #I’m going to bed

[indouloureux]

Could do a little blurb for the sad girls who need to laugh about eddie calling his dick vlad the impaler and doing the helicopter?

hehehe thank you for requesting! <3 (keeping the helicopter out im sorry 😭)

18+ mdni. cw: allusions/mentions of smut. gn!reader

you're sad.

eddie looks at your dazed, melancholic state that sits on the couch of the trailer's living room, a pout on your face. he mimics your look, though more confused, his bare arms crossing over each other.

staring idly at the blank tv screen, your socked feet sway across the floor, deep sighs emitting from your slowly rising chest, eyes lost means you're in thought.

he pushes himself off the wall, footsteps silent but when he kneels in front of you you're not startled at all.

eddie settles between your legs, his forearms on your thighs, his hands reaching over your shoulders to straighten your back before he pushes your hair behind your ears.

"hi baby," he says softly, a susurration of caution. you blink slowly at him, lips twitching but fails to turn itself into a smile. "what's up?"

"the roof," you say. words unserious but the tone says otherwise. nevertheless, eddie smiles, a chuckle leaving him.

he rubs your cheeks with his rough thumb. it brings you comfort, still, but not enough to hinder the void that grows in your chest.

"seriously, sweetheart," he frowns at you. you think he's scolding you but he's not. he laughed at your joke. eddie just wants seriousness—which is rare because he's only ever serious when he'd in a campaign or planning one. "what's wrong, huh? what's got that smile upside down?"

you blink rapidly, hands coming up to clasp around his wrist. you feel the bone from beneath it, your left hand venturing down to graze the tattoo on his forearm in a trail of thought. eddie's eyes never leave you, eyebrows raised in patience.

he thinks that, despite your paroxysm of emotions, you're still the prettiest person in the whole world.

"i'm just tired," you finally tell him, lips disappearing inside your mouth to offer him a half-assed smile. "work. then school. work. school. you know?"

"yeah, i know," he cradles your face now by placing his hands on your jaw, massaging your neck. "they've been hard on you, huh? been hard on my sweetie pie? my honeybunch? my sugar? my love, my life?"

triumphant was his heart at the sight of your smile. you fluster beneath his teasing, yearning gaze, giggling softly when his thumbs tickle the curves of your neck.

you do the same to him, pushing his hair behind, gathering a strand and placing it between his top lip and beneath his nose like makeshift mustache. in response to your absentminded action, eddie puckers his lips. you giggle more.

"mhm, teddy, everyone's been harsh," you sigh, though with a smile as you comb your fingers through his curls. "too loud. too much yelling. too much grumpiness. i missed you."

"yeah?" you nod, vigorous that your hair falls to your face a little. eddie blows them away. "yeah, i missed ya too, sweetums. know what will make everything better?"

you shake your head, squishing his cheeks together with your palm. eddie smiles, pearls glinting.

"if vlad the impaler here got some action."

rolling your eyes, you groan loudly and remove your hands from his face. eddie laughs and spits out babbled protests and holds your hands once more and places them on his cheeks, which strained from his smiling.

"edward–"

"come on! vlad wants to thuck your blood!" he horribly copies the voice of dracula. "or do you want cockzilla? give him a good roar, eh? he likes it when you pet him."

you shake your head in disbelief although with a chortle. "i don't know. i don't think cockzillas and lotus flowers match, eddie."

eddie pouts, but thinks that he's glad you could match his silliness.

#eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson #stranger things fanfiction

[smuttyfandomgalore]

Another twilight ask! I’m really in my vampire phase!

But what about Emmett meeting the sister of the witch twins and discovering she’s his mate. Like she’s older than them but is still really tiny so emmett loves the hugest difference between them. Much like her siblings she’s gifted Alec can take away your senses, Jane causes pain but she can give you unending amounts of pleasure and that’s something Emmett thrives off. Especially when they’re getting down and dirty like this boy loves the fact that he can be anywhere doing anything and all she has to do is think about giving him pleasure and he’s on her in a flash.

Whether he’d dark/yandere is up to you but I think Emmett would have so much fun with a mate like that especially when he’s the one who embraced the life of a vampire the fastest.

~🏛️anon

AN: So happy for your requests. Emmett would love this a little too much !!! Hope you like it x

NSFW

“You would think after being married for a decade, this would wear off?” Edward’s annoyance was plain to see as he watched Emmett speed from the room. If they looked closer; they would notice his fat cock hardening against his pants but thankfully he was moving too fast. The desire for you was seemingly never ending.

“What do you mean?” You heard Bella ask before you ran. Emmett always enjoyed a chase. Your giggle gave you away as you jumped over the branches; so close to escaping when his larger arms wrapped around your waist. “Hmm, I thought you were not coming.” You couldn’t help but tease.

His deep chuckle moved over you and you found yourself relaxing back into him. His larger hands move up and down your sides. “”I’ll always come to you.” Emmett whispered his promises into your ear before softly mouthing at your neck. You couldn’t help your head lolling to the side and giving him room.

His words had you nearly purring as you finally turned around in his hold. He was a sight for sore eyes, you thought as a soft smile came over your face. “I’ve missed you.” You whispered as he leaned closer. His soft lips brushing against your own before the act became passionate and wet.

A giggle escaped you once more as he picked you up. Your legs wrapping around him as your power hummed just beneath the surface like it always did. Emmett enjoyed it a little more than he should; ever since you had first met. “Do you remember our first time?” You purred into his ear.

He only growned; those memories flashing between you both as he roughly pushed you against the tree. It began to creak under his strength and before you knew it; the delicate dress was torn to pieces and on the ground. A soft gasp escaped you and you could feel your wetness soaking your inner thighs.

God, you had missed him, you thought to yourself as your hand gently moved to the back of his neck. You brought him closer for your lips to find his own once more. The moans coming from you both echoed as the pleasure wrapped around you both. It had your stomach tightening even more.

Your fingers brushed into his hair as the kiss only deepened. Your tongues are moving to dance. At that moment, Emmett moved his hand into his pants and pulled out his already hard cock. It was already leaking from the pleasure you were pushing onto him whilst you rubbed your thighs in anticipation. 

“Fuck, how does it feel even better?” Emmett hummed as he burrowed into your neck. Your mouth watering scent brushing over him as his fat cock brushed through your spreading out lips. His head pushed against your clit again and again, which had your body jolting in intense pleasure.

You were glad for stamina because you could feel your climax building before he even pushed inside. “Emm…” You whimpered out. Your lips parted in a silent moan as inch by inch his cock bottomed. You moaned and rocked against him whilst he only kept still. His thickness had your walls clamping down on him.

“Fuck, that’s it…” Emmett purred. His own eyes nearly rolling back as you tugged onto his hair. Your eyes locked onto each other as a whimper escaped you once more. Your legs shaking as he picked you up again. The different position had him pushing deeper; his fat head brushing against your spongy spot.

“Oh go – I ..” You moaned nonsense as your toes curled in pleasure. Your wetness dripped down his length and made it so much easier for him to slip inside you again and again. “How did I get so lucky?” He whispered into your ear and had you melting against his body once more as he began to rock.

“Shh, you have me now.” You whispered up to him. Your hands brushing against his muscled chest as you nearly purred. Gods, he felt so good. Like he was made for you just as you were for him. His hips slowly began to rock; speeding up as your soaked walls fluttered around him some more.

Your soft, ample breasts began to bounce with his movements. Your head falling back against the tree as you tighten your legs around his waist. Emmett’s hot mouth was moving down your neck; his free hand reaching for your breast to roughly palm at you. His fingers flicking your pebbled nipple.

Gods, he was going to bring you to your release quicker than you realised. He began to moan as he sucked on your breasts; teeth grazing your skin when you pushed more of your power onto him. You couldn’t let him win..not this round anyway. The squelching of your wetness was obscene.

Emmett growled; knowing what your plan was and his thrusts only quickened. The sound of your skin slapping together only became louder. The occupants of the house not far would be having an earful. Not that you cared as the pleasure only moved through your body at such a fast pace.

Your hands moved down his back; moving in his jeans to grab at his arse. You began to palm him; pushing him deeper as you envisioned Emmett losing control. Your power took hold of him easily as he began to shake. You could feel his fat cock throbbing inside your weeping pussy; pushing you to the edge as well.

“So good..” You whispered your praises; knowing how it got him going. His body brushed against you as his hand moved to the tree now. His head resting on yours as your power pushed him to his climax. His cum floods you as his hips continue their thrusting. A smirk of satisfaction pulled on your lips.

Emmett growled in annoyance at being bested by you once more and he had flipped you around in a second. You softly gasped against the tree as his cock slipped out before pushing back into your fluttering pussy. “Always cheating.” He gasped out into your ear as he looked down.

The erotic sight greeting him only had him thrusting harder. His thrusts were deep and quick; bullying your soft spot until all you could do was gasp out. Your power becomes harder to control as it is wrapped around you both. “Yes! Yes – there..” Your cries of pleasure echoed as you squirted around his cock. Still, he continued.

#emmett cullen x reader #twilight fanfic #request #🏛️anon

[shuobox]

Heyyyyy *twirls my hair as i make your happy canon life doomed by my narrative *

God. Rewrite aiden in my au. Where do i start w him

In my little rewrite version, he's like. His entire life is doomed from the start. Grew up with a neglectful and pushy family where he felt constantly scared and weak in, making him seek control in other parts of his life (why he's so aggressive and rude, later becoming outright violent)

During sky city, it's Lukas who's fighting against him on the bridge, and after a struggle and Aiden's whole shpeel about Lukas abandoning them (aiden, maya, gill) like nothing for the new order of the stone

Anyway . Copper golems (that belong to the founder) appear and latch onto the guy's legs, and yk the storm during that bridge scene? Yeah. The dude gets struck by lightning with the force of five dying neuron stars and then just... wobbles back and forth.... before the copper golems let go, and he falls off the side into the water

While the blazerods are stuck in Sky City as it is being rebuilt on the ground they find an opportunity to break out and they book it to the portal, get lost for a little bit in the Atlas (remade portal hallway. Imagine those images of like, illusion staircases where gravity is weird. And theres stairs and halls full of portals wherever you look. Like that.) And they pass into like the worst possible place ever that is just CRAWLING with illagers

They get trapped, thrown in jail, tortured a wee bit before maya and gill are taken dor experimentation and Aiden was supposed to be the next (his arms were already cut off, and he saw what became of maya and gill after they got experimented on) but two new arrivals were found so they decided to stop temporarily

I AM NNNOT going to continue the story from there . Because it includes another character and an oc i want to like. Build up towards

In any case, skipping ahead like a few pages when aiden manages to get out and is now travelling with 2 people (one of which is more than happy to use him as bait or a human shield), guy really just wants his arms back and feels stupid and scared without. Arms. Hes losing hope UNTIL they get to a certain dimension with a city full of these advanced redstone-loving folk

In aiden's endless luck they get into the equivalent of the black market and they find people willing to give aiden new limbs for free IF he agrees to the terms and conditions

... the terms and conditions were "we can freely experiment on ur ass for as long as we want :3" and thats. Yeah thats what the tinkerers did. They were super proud of themselves and even slapped on their logo on him

Aiden is completely useless at walking and using his mech spider legs for a long while till he eventually manages to grasp it enough to keep going. Hallelujah !! He eventually gets time to process everything that happens to him lol (he feels miserable for a while)

Other hcs down here vv

- enjoy embroidery. He's kind of shabby at it, but it takes his mind off of things. He also writes small anthology stories in a wee stolen journal he makes up when his mind drifts

- The jacket he's wearing is stolen, lmao

- when his jaw was ripped out and replaced, so was his teeth; they make a loud clank noise if he snaps his teeth. Like a beartrap!! Also a strong bite strength

- i like to think he made a small makeshift funeral for maya and gill despite having nothing of them. It helped him cope a lil

- is surprisingly kinder to kids who aren't like, loud, or overly annoying.

- misses having hands sometimes (misses being able to hold pencils normally, or feeling the fur of animals, or warmth and cold, or holding things, etc etc...)

- Loves fighting without a weapon in stupid amounts. He'll scrap w a skeleton for fun, and it's even easier with his edward scissorhands ass implants. The reason his jacket has that fire charge burn is because he got distracted with "playing" w a ghast

- in a similar fashion, likes play-fighting (i say play-fighting, but i mean like, full-on blood and bruises but without ill intent when i say fighting)

His fav mobs are creepers. Has attempted to get close to one before. In addition, really likes the nether as well.

- Given he can't yell as much anymore (though he will still be the loudest man on earth if something scares him) (think incyn from neocranium streams), he's overly condescening and sarcastic instead.

- His right pupil is all janked up because his face got slashed; the reason why was because he was trying to fight off the illagers that were taking Maya + Gill. Still believes he could've tried harder.

- occasionally loses sleep either because of adrenaline, stress, nightmares, or just because of his already abysmal sleep schedule.

^ not a morning person.

- is, in fact, still super competitive and will brag about any victory ever. Still learning not be a sore loser (its a work in progress, but its there)

- has dark humour in the sense he'll try and joke about things in the worst moments, also a bit grim or rude in the same way. He'll laugh about stupid shit in general, though.

^ when he laughs loud enough and for too long, steam will also come out his jaw vents/mouth (not to the same amount if he was to scream and overload his throat implant, its lighter and not as obtrusive)

- has a really good knack for stealing things and negotiating with traders. He likes doing it, too. He feels awfully proud of himself when he manages to pull it off.

- His little antenna thing at the side of his head emotes (whirrs up and down or twists slightly from side to side. Think warrior cat fanart or something.)

- can come off as rude (and he is, dont get me wrong), but sometimes it is just genuinely being blunt or like, brutally honest with his thoughts. He doesn't even do it intentionally, it just becomes a reflex lmfao

- Will ramble on about the history and art and process regarding architecture if he can. He'll get embarrassed about going off on a tangent for so long and will shut up but like a couple months later he will absolutely start up again

- likes using his mech spider legs to skewer zombies. Morbid stress relief, but it's still mildly satisfying to him.

- has a really bad fear of storms after the whole sky city thing; it makes him have what is essentially flashbacks to everything to the bridge fight and after it (aka, deaths of his previously closest friends). Feels similarly to copper golems and will like, discreetly knock them over or push them away using his mech-spider legs

- wont admit it for the life of him but actually really enjoys feeding birds. Wont say it because he feels like thats something people over the age of 60 do when they're having a late-life crisis.

- easy to annoy thanks to his temper

(Next design will be of a certain .,.. pumpkin-related lady ....)

#mcsm #minecraft #minecraft: story mode #mc:sm #MC:SM #MCSM #mcsm aiden #aiden mcsm #MCSM Aiden #Aiden MCSM #mcsm aiden redesign #mcsm redesign #MCSM redesign

[stuismybf]

do not wait. - e.c

prompt “their blood is on your hands”

summary: When you’re attacked by a wolf in the woods Edward tries his best to save you.

a/n: trying to not be so depressed so i thought i would try and get back into writing, sorry about not publishing anything new for almost 3 months. hope this is okay <3

Your vision was growing blurry and your eyes moved from alice and edward and back. Edward’s arm was wrapped around you in the back seat and your legs were propped on Alice’s lap as Emmett was speeding towards the hospital to take you to Carlisle.

You twitched in pain and struggled to focus on your breathing, or any of your surroundings.

“edward we could just change her…she’s…edward just look at her”

you were bleeding out.

the wolf had attacked you out of nowhere and left you for dead, you hadn't thought about it then but you knew it was because you were close with the Cullen's.

he shook his head. “i can’t. it’s not right…she’ll be okay it’ll be fine”

he rubbed his thumb against your cheek and Emmett swerved into the hospital parking lot. Edward wrapped his arms around you and rushed into the hospital.

"Carlisle!" he yelled rushing inside, your head flopped to the side limply he looked down at you and Carlisle's head came from around the corner looking at you, your mouth fell open "Edward" you whispered hoarsely his eyes were full of pain and his grip on you tightened.

Carlisle ran to you "what happened?" he asked looking at the blood soaking through your shirt, your eyes followed his and you hadn't realized what a mess you were.

Your pants were torn and covered in mud, the bottom half of your shirt was missing and your wound was exposed, your sleeves were dirty and also bloody, the jacket you had been wearing was missing completely and you had a cut on your right cheek.

You reached your hand out for Edwards, your fingers were aching as they intertwined with his icy ones, you sighed in relief at the coldness numbing your pain.

You only heard bits of the conversation,

"Carlisle i'm not losing her"

"then let me-"

"no...i won't...i can't"

"those stupid dogs i'll fucking..."

"will it work?"

"low chances...her injuries...fatal...I'm sorry"

"I don't believe you"

"Edward please just let me-" "No." "maybe this isn't your choice."

"call her parents"

He couldn’t though. They were on a hiking trip with no service, he’d have to wait until tomorrow at least to call them.

You were moved to a hospital bed and Carlisle gave you some meds to try and soothe your pain while Edward was sitting beside you.

"Carlisle has to preform surgery on you but you'll be okay" he said holding your hand you gave him a gentle squeeze but then you saw the reluctant look on Carlisle’s face and then you looked back over to Edward, denial.

Carlisle placed the breathing mask over your face and Edwards expression was full of pain as he watched you slip into unconsciousness.

Edwards hands ran over his face and he looked at your body and how peaceful you looked, he wanted to smile but it quickly faded away at the realization that you didn’t just look peaceful you looked…dead. He placed his fingertips on your wrist and felt your pulse. It was weak but it was still there.

hours later

Carlisle stitched the cut on your arm and cleaned your wounds, while you were less likely to get an infection the wound on your stomach worried Carlisle. He hadn't said anything to Edward yet in fear of alarming him but he was afraid of the severity of the wound. You had lost a lot of blood and you were lucky that you were still alive.

You were on the brink of death and Carlisle was afraid that it was too late to save you. He walked into the waiting room and saw Edward with his head in his hands and Alice had her arm on his back trying to comfort him but Carlisle could tell that Alice was upset as well.

“edward”

his eyes looked up at Carlisle, hopeful.

Carlisle shook his head and he watched the anger surge through Edward. He sped into the room and was by your side instantly. “It’s not too late” he whispered holding onto your arm. Edward sunk his teeth into your wrist, it had to work. “come on…come on please” he whispered.

you lay on the hospital bed in a lifeless state, “please please please” he chanted, bite marks covered your arms. Maybe he could still change you, it couldn’t be too late could it? No you had to make it.

fear was pumping through Edward’s body as he tried to think of a way to save you. “i love you” he whispered.

“edward it’s too late…she’s gone”

Edward’s mouth slipped away from your wrist, the blood pouring down his mouth. He threw his hands in his hair and started dry sobbing. “there must be something we can do” he pleaded looking at your corpse.

“i’m sorry” Carlisle said.

“no god please” Edward begged grabbing your hand. “I can’t live without her. I won’t” he shook his head and angrily kicked your bedside table.

Alice walked into the hospital room and looked at you, her brows furrowed and she felt like tears were pricking her eyes. “their blood is on your hands” she angrily shouted, walking out.

Edward was laying by your hospital bed in anguish, you were gone. You wouldn’t be coming back and it was his fault.

#edward cullen x reader #edward cullen x you #edward cullen #bella swan #twilight fanfiction #twilight x reader #alice cullen #stephanie meyer #smeyer #new moon edward #robert pattinson #robert pattinson x reader #robert pattinson x y/n #kristen stewart #carlisle cullen #carlisle cullen x reader

[imagine--if]

Hi!! Can I request a super fluffy imagine for Dano!riddler where Eddie wakes the reader up because he missed her and smothers her in affection while she's literally just waking up 🤣 thank youuu

A/N: For real, he would totally do this, he's such a simp 😂💚

Pairing: Dano!Riddler x reader (The Batman 2022)

Warnings: Obsessive loving Edward, mega fluff 😍

Words: 554

It's never the sun streaming through the supposed blackout curtains that wake you up in the mornings. It's always Edward. Not that you're complaining.

Sometimes it's him whining as the light slips in through the slender gap between curtains, burying his head deeper into the crook of your neck and wrapping his arms tighter around your waist from their previous sleepy hold. Other times Ed's mumbling things in his sleep contentedly, one leg possessively over your middle and his head on your chest, instinctively responding to the fingers running through his hair with a soft moan and a smile twitching onto his face.

Or there are times like these, where he's completely awake and desperate to admire and talk to you when you are too instead of sleeping cutely by his side.

You hear the whispers first, gentle coos beside your ear, then the nuzzling of his head against your neck, his brown hair tickling your skin. Eddie's soft lips pepper kisses wherever he can reach, and he sifts needily from his comfy position on top of you, his voice clearer now as you groggily come to.

"Please, please, open your eyes," Edward mumbles, gazing at you adoringly as his fingertips ghost over the skin of your cheeks, fiddling with the strands of your hair around your face. "You're always so beautiful, but I want to see your eyes, sweet angel, I want you awake-"

"I am awake," you breathe, blinking a few times to adjust yourself to the morning lighting, and Eddie's eyes immediately light up, a big dopey grin on his face.

"Hi," he giggles, pressing a long kiss against your cheek, before letting his head drop as he buries it in your hair, breathing in deeply. "I missed you..."

You laugh slightly at his muffled comment. "I've been here all night, Eddie."

"But now you're awake," he points out, looking up at you gleefully. "I waited until it wasn't too early, I know it's the weekend - but I love it like this too."

"You love the attention, you mean," you respond with a smirk, brushing a hand through his hair and cupping his cheek. Edward melts into your touch instantly, pushing into it with a content noise and fluttering of his eyes.

"Is that what you want?" You persist teasingly, quickly moving your hands to poke at his sides, and he erupts into giggles, collapsing beside you as his hands find yours. He presses loving smooches onto their palms, his legs coming around your waist as he pulls you closer.

"Mm," he hums in agreement, looking up at you with earnest, bashful green eyes. "Please. I love you, so much..."

You smile at that, wrapping your arms around his neck to embrace him properly, and Edward hugs you back with a satisfied sigh. "I love you too, you riddling menace."

He giggles again at the comment, pulling away just enough to press his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and basking in the warm feeling. You close the gap unexpectedly between you, and Eddie lets out an airy moan as he returns the kiss passionately. He whines in protest when you pull away to catch your breath, chasing your lips with a pout.

"Relax," you whisper, as Edward stares at you with a lovestruck smile. "The morning's not over yet."

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[sweet-villain]

Remember Me~ S.H

Anonymous asked:

May I request the one and only Steve Harrington. Reader is Eddie's twin sister who no one remembers (besides Eddie who always tried to find her) because she went missing their freshman year. All anyone remembers was that she ran away because she was accused of a murder she didn't commit(basically what happened with Eddie happened to her). Fast forward to Eddie now having to runaway for the same reason. Eddie, Robin, Dustin and Steve find what looks to be an abandoned cabin in the woods. Deciding to stay there they find Eddie's long lost twin. While Reader is happy to be reunited with her twin she feels like she failed at protecting him(angst and guilt basically) plus she doesn't know that Steve is a good guy now so she doesn't trust him or her ever growing feelings for him.

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My Master List is in This Area

" Hey!" you shouted as you grabbed your toast back from your brother's hand. He turned his head as he stuck out his tongue at you.

" Get your own breakfast!" he rolled his eyes as slide on supposedly his jacket but it was yours instead. It fit him still but it had your pins.

" That's my jacket, doofus" you mumbled pointing out to the butterfly pin on the jacket. Eddie glanced down as he saw it, he shrugged it off quicker than you could blink and threw it to the side, shuttering.

" It's just a jacket, dingus!" you shook your head as you went to go get since he so kindly threw it like it was a disease of some sort.

" Thanks a lot Edward" you groaned, dusting it off.

" You're welcome" he snickered as he ruffled your hair walking out the door. " Come on, we don't wanna be late to Hell" he says. Eddie is your twin brother, the only difference between the two of you was that you had freckles all over your nose and some on your cheeks.

" Hold onto your bananas, I'm coming!!" you finished your breakfast decided to take the one left on the plate for Eddie. You were nice to your brother sometimes.

Your backpack was on your back as you headed towards Eddie's van and hopped into the passenger seat, buckling up and shoving the toast into his mouth.

He muffled as you shoved it into his mouth, he was surprised and shoved at your shoulder.

" Why did you do that for?!" he shouted once he took the toast out of his mouth, glaring as he looked at you. You rolled your eyes, " your breakfast."

" Oh so kind of you" he says as he started the van and drove down the road.

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Eddie races back to the trailer after finding out what he heard on the tv. You, his twin sister was being accused of murder. It was impossible. You weren't the type to do such a thing. The new spoke that you were hanging out with one of your classmates, Chris Stew and brought him back to the trailer for an unknown reason. His body was found on the floor near the kitchen with his arms cracked and legs too and his mouth was wide open.

When you witness this with your own eyes, you fell on the ground screaming in hoping someone would hear you. But your body shook as you left the trailer on one of your bikes. You didn't know where to go or who would take you.

You had found a cabin in the woods that looked alright place to stay safe. When Eddie raced to the trailer, he saw Wayne outside smoking a cigarette and gasped when Eddie rushed to him, hugging his him.

" Tell them it's not true, she wouldn't do something like this" he says. Wayne looks down at his nephew and held onto him tighter.

He knew that his niece wouldn't do such a thing. You weren't the type to hurt a fly. You were too sweet.

" I already told them, they don't believe me" he says. Eddie's brown doe eyes glossed with tears as step back from Wayne.

" I'm going to look for her" he says. Wayne shook his head," It's not safe to go alone."

" She's my sister, my twin. She's alone out there, she needs me" he says.

" Boy" Wayne started to say but Eddie was already running off and getting into the van as he drove off hoping to find you.

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Eddie hasn't stopped looking for you since. He kept one of your pictures in the van, on the dashboard where every morning he would look at to see it. He misses you dearly. The town only knows you as the girl that ran away of something she didn't do.

Now, Eddie was in a similar situation where the town was hunting down the freak. Robin, Steve, Dustin and Eddie appear to walk in an abounded cabin.

" It look safe, right?" Robin asks as she looks around. There was nothing insight just woods and dead flowers surrounding it. The steps creaked as Dustin took the first step. Your head snapped at the sound and hurried to hide behind one of the door with a shot gun you found in one of the room.

" Are you going to stand there or are you going to up there?" Steve asks. Dustin approached the door trying the knob to see if it was locked or not. Eddie peeked through the window to see if he can spot a person or anything useful.

The door creaks open, he coughs and waves a hand around him as the dust flows around.

They all peak in to look around and the place look deserted. Not like anyone has been there for a long time.

" Do you think anyone lives here?" Eddie asks as he steps inside after Dustin. You heard voices in the house and you can't place your finger on them where you had heard them. Two seem familiar to you.

The grip on your shot gun tightened as the voices came closer and closer to the door you were hidden behind.

" Guys" Robin says looking at the wrappers on the tables and a cup filled with juice. " Someone has been here" she says. They all stood alert as they looked around.

" Hello?" Dustin decided to try to lure the person out, Steve looks at him in disbelief. " yeah, like they are going to pop out and say hello. Yeah Dustin, great idea" Steve mutters.

" Will you shut up?" Eddie asks as he looks out the window to see if anyone has followed them. They walk into the kitchen right near the door where you are and look around. As they get further, you peak out and take a step forward.

Steve suddenly feels something press into his back.

" Um, guys.." he says as he holds is hands up. Robin, Eddie and Dustin turned their heads to see you standing there with the gun pointed at Steve's back.

" Woah there!" Dustin says as he grabs Steve and pulls him. Your nose twitches in anger and the grip on your gun tightens.

" Who are you?" you ask. Eddie who blinks a couple of times as he turns his head observing you. The freckles. The hair. The eyes. The nose scrunch. The necklace. The jacket. It's you.

" Y/N?" he asks in disbelief. Your eyes move from Steve to Eddie who's standing there with his hands up. " It's me, It's Eddie. Your brother. You know, doofus?" your eyes roam over him from the long mane of curls, to the brown eyes, to his jean and vest combo, those pines, the black pants with hole in the knees, the rebooks that you bought him that he needed to grow into, the chain on the belt and the bandana, it was your bandana first.

" Eddie? Eddie Munson?" you asked. Eddie nodded his head as his eyes brimmed with tears. You lowered the gun as your eyes widen as he ran over to you and threw his arms around you.

" I thought I lost you" he says as he buries his head into your hair. " Jesus, you scared me." He says, holding you tight. The gun from your grasp was about to be taken by Steve when you stepped back from Eddie and raising it towards his face.

" Woah! Woah! Woah!" Eddie shouted as he put the hand on the gun to lower it. " Y/N, this is Steve. You remember Steve? King Steve in high school?" your eyebrows knitted together as your eyes roamed Steve. You weren't really understanding how this was the same guy that you used to make fun of you freshman year when you tried to ask him out.

" King Steve? Are you kidding me? What are you doing with that dingus?" Eddie laughs as he shrugs, " Long story."

" This is Dustin" he says pointing to the curly boy wearing a cap. He waved towards you. " This is Robin" he motions to the girl with short hair who waves at you.

" They are my friends" he says.

" I'm sorry, I'm still processing how your fiends with this one" you pointed to Steve. Steve rolled his eyes, " Nice to see you too" he says. Steve does remember you from his time as being King Steve, Tommy H would always trip you in the halls and Carol would always leave her gum on your shirt or somewhere that you had a hard time getting it off. He never really made fun of you but that one time you tried to ask him.

"What are you doing here?" you asked looking around, " How did you find me?"

" I've never stopped looking for you Y/N. I'm just in trouble like you were back when you ran away" your eyes grew wide.

" You saw what I saw? The bone cracking and they lifted off the ground.." Eddie nodded. " It's happening again" you mumbled.

" Wait, Wait, Wait.. so your telling me your sister saw this happen?" Steve asks. Eddie nods.

" But it was just one victim, Chris" Eddie says. " I'm just so happy to see you" he adds as he wraps his arms around you and pull you into a hug.

" I'm happy too" you mumble.

" Never do that again, I can't lose you" he says.

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You sat on the steps in front of the house when the door creaked open as Steve steps out and joins you on the steps.

" What do you need, Harrington?" you asked. You can feel his eyes on you as he turns to look at you.

" Why are you out here alone?" he asks. " It's much safer inside"

" Just thinking" you mumbled, your hand was supporting your head as you looked towards the trees.

" Do you want to talk about it?" you turned your head to look at him with your eyebrows knitted together.

" No offense, Steve but I don't really trust you and all. Not with you being here. You were an asshole to me in high school and I rather not even associate with guys like you"

Steve scoffs, " you don't even know me."

" I know enough"

" I'm not the same guy I was in high school. That's the old Steve" your eyebrow raised as he sends a small smile your way.

" Besides why would I pass up the opportunity and not get to know you" he says knocking his shoulder into yours, " someone as pretty as shouldn't be alone in the cabin like this" he motions behind him at the cabin.

" I'm not alone anymore" he shake his head.

" you don't have a man like me to protect you, to look after you" the door opens and Eddie's head peaks out.

" Better not be hitting on my sister, Harrington" he says as he looks between you and Steve. You both turn to look at Eddie, " Buzz off!" the both of you say and shared a look, and look away from one another. Eddie rolls his eyes as he closes the door.

" Just give me a chance" Steve says. " I'll show you I'm not what you think I am" his hand reaches out as he brushes your hair behind your ear. An action that causes your cheeks to heat ups as you look down at your lap.

" We'll see" you mutter. You snickered looking from the corner of your eye as Steve fist pump in the air like he won something.

#Steve Harrington #Steve Harrington x reader #Steve Harrington x you #Steve Harrington x y/n #Steve Harrington x female reader #Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson! twin sister #jewls writes #Steve x you #Steve x reader #staves y/n

[gaybitchfx]

I AM BACK BITCH! How are you doing love! I hope you are having a wonderful day.

Could I possible request a Mitsuya, Baji , and Taiju with an older brother like 25 and is a famous singer but can fight and when he is coming home from a tour, he finds out that his sibling hasn’t been doing so well. So he goes home and just cuddles his siblings. (He is twice the height and weight of Taiju if that helps) and sings their favorite song to them. He knows it works cause he would sing to them when they were little and it always calmed them down. Thank you and drink plenty of water!

A/n: Welcome back! I’m doing great thank you for asking

Character(s): Mituya, Baji, Taiju

Type of reader: M!Reader

Category: Fluff🥰✨

Warning(s): None!

Edited: ❌

You weren’t home much because of your job as a well known singer

So that meant Mitsuya would mostly be home by himself taking care of your little sisters

But when you suddenly came home from your tour that was supposed to last another week Mitsuya was surprised

And I mean full on 😮 emoji

“I’m home!” You exclaimed as you took your shoes off and neatly put them by the door. “Big brother Y/n is back!” Luna exclaimed as she ran towards you and gave you a big hug.

“Y/n!” Mana giggled with a big smile as she also ran up to you and hugged you by the leg. “I missed you two so much!” You said with a big smile as you peppered their faces with kisses.

“Where’s Takashi?” You asked and Luna held your finger with her tiny hand and took you to where Mitsuya was. He was hunched over a desk making another piece for who knows what.

“Takashi! Takashi! Y/n is back!” Mana said as she tugged at the end of his shirt. “Hm?” Mitsuya hummed and turned around seeing your tall frame lean against the door frame with a smile. Mitsuya had made his chair fly backwards from how fast he was getting up.

“Missed ya little bro!” You said and went over to him and hugged him giving him a good squeeze. Mitsuya softened in your grasp like putty as he hugged you back. “Weren’t you supposed to be gone for another week?” Mitsuya asked as you released him from the hug you two were in.

“Mhm! But I started missing you three so I left early.” You said and Mitsuya sigh. “That can cost you a lot of problem Y/n.” Mitsuya sighed as he picked the chair he was sitting on up and scooted it near the desk.

“True, but my family matters more than being a singer. Now how about we all go to bed? It’s already late enough.” You said and picked up Luna and Mana. “Do we have to?” Luna whined as a pout was present on her face as she folded her arms.

“You wanna get all big and strong right Luna?” “Yeah!” “Than you gotta sleep so you can be a big girl.” You said and ruffled the hair on top of her head.

“Okay!” She said with a big smile. Mitsuya followed behind you as you walked to your room with Luna and Mana. All four of you laid down and hugged close to each other. “How about I sing that one song you three love so much?” You asked.

Luna and Mana quickly nodded their heads as Mitsuya let out a light chuckle before also nodding his head.

And so you sang to them as you stroked each of their heads which helped them fall asleep quicker.

Baji knew you were a big thing in the singing industry and never really cared for it

Yeah he could take care of himself especially with his moms help but sometimes it gets kinda lonely when you got nobody to bother

So around 9 pm Baji had heard someone knocking on the door and went to go check who it was

“Hey Edward.” You said with a smirk as Baji looked up at you shocked. “What the hell are you doin’ here? Ain’t you supposed to be on a tour or whatever?” Baji asked as he watched you sit down and take your boots off.

“That was a week ago dipshit.” You said and rolled your eyes.

“Could’ve at least called damn it!” Baji exclaimed with a glare. “Oh hush, it’s better to surprise someone instead of allowing them to know you’re coming home.” You chuckled as you stood up and ruffled Baji’s long hair making him swat away your hand.

“Anyways where’s mom?” You asked and looked around not seeing your mother anywhere. “She’s workin late again.” Baji answered as he closed and locked the front door.

“So we’re by ourselves?” You asked, a clear grin on your face. “Yeah?” “Good! Let’s go sleep and cuddle tonight! I haven’t seen my lil brother in forever.” You said with a smile as you picked him up as if he weighted nothing.

“Hey! Put me down you bean stock!!” Baji shouted as he hit your back. “Nah, don’t feel like it!” You laughed as you opened his bedroom door with your free hand. You laid him down on his bed and laid down next to him hugging him really close to you as he squirmed.

“Quit squirmin, I don’t always do this you should know that.” You said as you played with his hair. Baji exhaled as he hesitated before wrapping his arms around you. You hummed a song you used to sing to Baji and he listened carefully. He could feel the vibrations from your throat traveling to your chest and just that would sooth him.

“Still the same as you were when we were little.” You said, your voice soft and slightly raspy as you slowly fell asleep. “Shuddup.” Baji mumbled as he too, slowly fell asleep.

Taiju doesn’t care about your work and what you do

Yeah he hates how mushy you are when you were home on your off days

But when you weren’t he’d kind of miss how annoying you were, it’s not like he’d admit it though

So when you randomly came home he didn’t know if he should feel happy or upset

“Taijuuu!~ Your big brother is home!” You said in a sing-song tone. Taiju jumped when he heard your chirpy voice before a small groan left his mouth. “How my little brother?” You asked as you gave him a big hug before being pushed away.

“I’m fine, now go away.” Taiju said as he punched the bridge of his nose. “Where’s Hakkai and Yuzuha?” “They’re somewhere with their friends I don’t know.” Taiju said with a shrug.

“Aww, why so cold Taiju?” You asked with a small pout as you played with his hair. “You upset I left by yourself for a month and a half?” You asked as you poked his cheek annoying him more and more. “Can you cut that out?!” He shouted and snapped his head towards you.

“Is it because you’re tired? Let’s go to sleep together!” You said with a smile as you grabbed Taiju’s hand and dragged him to your room. Taiju wasn’t able to get out of your hold since, well, you’re much stronger than him.

You laid him down and laid down next to him and hugged him close to you. At first Taiju struggled and cursed at you, but that slowly died down as he just accepted you weren’t gonna let him go.

When he stopped struggling you glided your fingers through his hair as you sang a song you’d sing him when he was little to help him sleep, this would usually calm him down since he was always so tense as a child.

“Good night little brother!” You said with a yawn as you rested your chin on top of his head as you closed your eyes. Taiju stayed silent for a bit before answering. “Night…Y/n.”

#mitsuya takashi #mitsuya x male reader #mitsuya x you #mitsuya x reader #mitsuya fluff #keisuke baji #baji x male reader #baji x you #baji x reader #baji fluff #taiju shiba #Taiju x male reader #taiju x you #taiju x reader #taiju fluff #fiction #anime #fluff #manga #male reader #tokyo revengers fluff

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Burning Sun: Chapter 11

Pairing: Rosalie Hale x (Fem!)Reader

Summary: You've seen her in the school halls, the cafeteria, anywhere really. You, for the longest time, hoped... Wanted to be noticed by Rosalie Hale. However, you give up when you realize it was getting you nowhere... Throughout high school and just some time after the high school years, Rosalie’s true feelings come to fruition.

Chapter Warnings: Slow-Burn Romance, Push-n-Pull Relationship

Chapter Theme: Cancer - My Chemical Romance 

Key: Italics = Thought, +*+ = Time Skip

A/n: None

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You walk down the stairs and see the guests beginning to pile in along the altar. You exit the house and begin making your way towards your plus one for the evening. 

*Rosalie’s POV* You turn to the sound of footsteps getting louder to you as you watch Y/n walk up to you, hands in her pockets, a small smile upon her face as she comes up to you.

“You look amazing,” She smiles

She swoops her hand to take yours as she brings them up to her lips, a kiss being placed on the back of your hand.

“Didn’t know your girlfriend was such a gentle-woman, Rosalie,” The person Rosalie was taking to speaks

“O-Oh! Y/n is just-” You try to dull down the attention

“With her, always,” She says, swinging her arm around your shoulder

You weren’t sure whether you wanted none of the attention you were getting or you wanted Y/n to continue her flirtatious scheme. 

“How long have you two known each other?” One of the party goers asks

“Since the start of high school,” Y/n answers

“Wow and... Rosalie you didn’t fall for her or anything?” They ask

“It’s complicated,” You say

“Complicated?” They ask

“Long story,” Y/n says

“Well, we have all reception to tell me all about it,” They smile

Your mouth hangs open as you and Y/n most likely try to come up with an excuse to not tell your complicated story to the wedding attendee.

“Everyone’s piling in Rose, shall we take a seat?” Y/n clears her throat, gesturing to the 

You take note of the people beginning to seat themselves. you follow Y/n to the front of the altar where your family was seating themselves.

“After you,” She gestures a pathway for you

“Thank you,” You slightly chuckle, taking the seat next to Jasper

+*+

As the pastor gave introduction, you didn’t pay attention to any of it. You mostly pictured yourself in Bella’s position. As well as Y/n in yours. But, you were quick to shake the thought away. 

Y/n is only a college freshman... She has a life ahead of her... But... I want to be apart of it...

You stop all thoughts when you feel a gentle squeeze. You knew that touch; none other than Y/n’s. But, you don’t turn to look at her out of fear of having attention being dragged to you.

“You okay?” Y/n’s whisper trickles against the shell of your ear, “Your leg’s shaking a lot...”

You nod.

Not about to tell you that I’m picturing us up there...

“You sure?” She whispers again

You nod again.

The entire time both Bella and Edward were exchanging vows, you couldn’t stop thinking about Y/n’s warm hand resting against the top of your knee: in an attempt to keep your leg from shaking. But, the fact was that it was Y/n’s hand that wouldn’t make it stop. 

“I pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride,” The wedding official announces 

+*+

You watch Edward share his first dance with Bella. It took you back to your first three dances with Y/n. 

“I miss those,” You confess to Y/n

“Miss what?” She asks

“That,” You gesture to Edward and Bella

“Oh... That...” She sighs, “Me... Too...”

You caught how low Y/n’s voice was after she confessed that she also missed those dances with you. You smile to yourself as your attention goes back to the two lovebirds finishing their first dance. 

*Y/n’s POV* You watch Edward reach out for Rosalie as she stands to 

“Would you like to dance?” You ask, holding your hand out to a seated Rosalie

She looks at your hand first and then up to you.

“I never... Uhh....” You try to piece together words, “Had gotten to go to Senior Prom because of my early college classes.... So... I don’t know if I’ve properly asked you for a dance.”

Her lips curve into a smile as she raises her hand to yours. You grasp her palm with your fingers and gently tug her up and out of her chair. Her eyes never leaving yours as the both of you head to the dance floor. 

“I... also missed out on prom,” Rosalie confesses as she sways with you

“You did?” You ask, “I thought you’d be going with the football team’s quarterback or something.”

You only said the last sentence as a joke but Rosalie doesn’t smile when you compose yourself.

“I see,” You sigh, “Sorry...”

“Your friends were energetic though. Don’t know how you tolerate them,” Rosalie smiles

“That’s friends who ship us for you,” You sigh, “Even now..”

“Is that so?” She asks

“Yeah,” You sadly confess

“Do you miss them?” She asks

“I do, but it’s also nice to not be around them 24/7,” You say, “But, I’m still in contact with them.”

“Must be nice to have friends you grow up with,” Rosalie sighs in sadness

You were going to ask why she didn't have friends of her own but then you remember. 

I forget Rosalie is a vampire and all of the friends she would make would die eventually...

“I see,” you sigh

You look over to see how much Jasper and Alice were making an effort to impress people... 

Or it’s just the way they simply dance...

A light gasp leave Rosalie’s mouth as you press your hand into her back firmer as you take a step toward the center of the dance floor: spinning in the process. 

“Y-Y/n, what are you?!-”

Rosalie’s arms curl around your neck as you dip her. 

“Ease up Rosalie,” You smile bringing her back onto her feet

“Sorry, a little warning next time,” She smiles

“Oh if you had a heart, it’d be beating really hard right now,” You whisper into her ear

*Rosalie’s POV* And she was right... Although you physically no longer have any internal organs nerves and such, you could feel the sincerity in her voice.

“You alright?” She asks, “You seem a little... Out of breath.”

“Yeah,” You lie, “I’m fine.”

The both of you were slowly tightening each others’ grip as the night slowly progressed. 

“Y/n,” Edward taps her shoulder

She lift her head from yours and looks at him.

“May I have a dance with Rosalie?” He asks, smiling

She nods as she takes a step back, gently grabbing at your forearms. You kept them in place for a moment before you made yourself let go in order to entertain Edward and dance with him.

You watch her walk to the food table: bringing back a small plate back to her seat at the table. She smiles when she catches your gaze. You attempt to hide a smile as your attention goes back to Edward’s shoulder.

“You’re in love with Y/n,” Edward reads your mind

“So what?” You try to hide it

“Why haven’t you guys officiated the relationship yet?” He asks

You were trying to come up with an excuse...

“I see,” He reads your mind again

“Will you stop poking around in my head?!” You hush your own voice

“Your thoughts are quite loud when they come to Y/n,” He chuckles

Edward turns his head and see Alice, holding her hand out to him. He lets you loose and you make your way back over to Y/n, still sitting at the table.

“How did it go?”She asks

“It was fine,” You answer, not willing to bring up your short conversation with Edward

“What were you two talking about over there?” She asks

“Just his plans for his honeymoon,” You lie

She nods along to your little white lie.

“Hey when you're done, would you want to dance again?” You ask

A slight smile treks across her face as se gently nods. 

*Y/n’s POV* You don't waste any more time as Rosalie leads you to the dance floor again. 

+*+

You lift your head to look around to which there was a minimal amount of people left. However, you didn’t care. You wanted to make up for the prom you never got to have. 

“Rosalie,” Alice leans into her

Rosalie takes her head off of your shoulder to look at her.

“Bella and Edward are going to leave for their honeymoon,” She says, before turning to walk off with Jasper

Rosalie turns her head back to you, “I don’t want to let go...”

“It’s not like I’m going back to Seattle as soon as they leave,” You smile, “Come on, let’s go see the two off.”

As reluctant as she was she runs her arms down to your forearms, one traveling lower to your hand as you lead her to the front of the house. 

Chapter 12

#Rosalie Hale #rosalie twilight #Rosalie Hale x Reader #rosalie hale imagine #twilight saga #female reader

[theclaravoyant]

AN ~ Version 1 of about 16 trillion WIPS I have of Ed and Izzy finally facing each other again. Did I write 1500wd and technically not use the prompt phrase? Yes I did, but in my defense I'm haunted by It's not your fault you're broken, you were just trying to do your job.

For @fictober-event’s Fictober 2023 prompt: “It's not your fault." Spoilers up to Ep 6, in which it's theoretically based.

Masterpost of my Fictober OFMD fics

Fandom: Our Flag Means Death Characters/Relationships: Ed Teach, Izzy Hands. Tags: Canon Typical Violence, References to Suicidal Ideation and associated mutually-destructive stuff that went down in the early eps. Angst with a Hopeful Ending and hopefully healing vibes.

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Ed recognises the voice before he turns the corner. It’s so familiar and beautiful and missed, his heart clenches. Because Izzy doesn’t sing. Not the Izzy he knows. Not anymore. And yet.

His feet carry him forward like they haven’t caught on that this is a stupid idea.

The bell around his neck announces him and he can hardly stand to hear the song strangle itself in Izzy’s throat. If there was a dance in his step it’s gone now. Izzy stops and stares at him for a long, miserable, terrifying moment.

“Edward,” he croaks.

In the silence, one can hear the other shoe drop.

“Izzy. I think we need to talk.”

-

Stede has the good sense, and the sense of drama, to usher the rest of the crew below deck. The abandoned party makes for a fittingly morbid setting; its rainbow lanterns bobbing in the breeze, beautiful food and rich aromas doing little to drown out the rotting wound they’re about to rip open. Neither of them speak for a long time. There’s too much to say.

Eventually, Izzy steps down off the little dias they’ve been calling a stage. He ignores Ed as much as possible, and sets about cleaning up instead. He marches to the nearest table and begins scraping all the food scraps onto one plate. Now that they’ve gone and ruined the mood, he might as well. But he feels Ed’s eyes on him, knows that stupid bell is swaying in the breeze a micron away from tinkling as he only moves just enough to watch Izzy. The heat pricks the back of his neck until he can’t stand it anymore.

“You’re the one who wants to talk, Edward. I’m fine.”

“Sure. You look fine.”

“I was, ‘til you got here.”

It hurts, but Ed swallows. He did walk right into that one. But it’s not the uncharacteristically camp make-up or the… golden… unicorn leg apparently? … that’s got Ed worried. It’s the tension in his shoulders, his gaunt face. The way that he carries himself around Ed - even though he’s well out of arms’ reach - with an air of hesitation, like he’s terrified he’ll be suckerpunched at any given moment and is trying desperately not to show it.

I wasn’t laughing, it reminds him. I was screaming.

He remembers the sound of the bullet too. He remembers thinking Izzy was dead and gone. He’d hardly felt a thing at the time, but looking back he knew it would destroy him. It should destroy him. That’s what it should feel like, to have somebody so close to you for so long and in so many ways that losing them feels like - 

Well, like losing a limb. Isn’t that how the saying goes?

But his traitorous fucking tongue refuses to form fucking words, at least not ones that mean anything, so all he can do is dare step a little closer. He reaches out his arm - slowly, hesitantly, - and he watches Izzy equally slowly close a fist around the handle of one of the butter knives he’s packing away. So he stops. Izzy’s fingers uncurl, but Ed’s pretty sure he’d rather have been stabbed. It hurts, everything hurts.

“It’s getting late,” Izzy says at last. “Think I’ll call it a night, actually.”

“Izzy. Please.” The words barely make it past the lump in his throat. If they don’t push through it now, they might never, and that’s just- well, that’s just not an option.

“Are you going to order me to stay?”

“No. I’m not your Captain anymore.”

Ed wishes he could be offended at the implication that he’d ever use his position in such a way, but he definitely would. He definitely has. And maybe, just maybe, he’s finally come close enough to admitting that for one of the worst people on God’s Green Earth at apologies, because Izzy finally stops doing busywork and looks at him. Really looks at him, like he’s trying to figure out the answer to his own question. What am I, to you?

“Still on probation, then?” he asks instead.

“Oh. Yeah.” Ed flicks the bell at his neck. “Crew says the vote has to be unanimous. So.”

“So you need me to tick the last box on your little form.”

“Oh fuck off, you brought it up, not me.” Ed bites his tongue. All this is going to do is get them riled up until they strangle each other. He tries to channel his crash course in healthy emotional expression and drag himself back on track. He takes a deep breath. “What I mean is. You’ve got a lot of them going to bat for you, Iz. They really care about how you feel about- about all this. You should be proud. I know I am.”

Izzy blinks. “What?”

Ed plays back what he just said. Is he finally making the words go?

“I am… proud of you,” he repeats. Tears spring to his eyes and he feels a bit sick and overwhelmed but there it is, he said it. “And grateful. I really am. I don’t know what I would have done if you’d really- I mean if you hadn’t-” 

He swallows. And maybe it’s because he’s still trying to spare Ed or maybe it’s because Izzy is allergic to the full spectrum of human emotion or maybe it’s because the memory is swirling around them like the storm did and they can both taste the salt water in the air but Izzy cuts him off.

“I was just doing my job.”

“Your boss fucking sucks then.”

He gets a tearful snort out of Izzy for that one. 

“Yeah, well. Pretty sure I started it.”

And maybe it’s good they’ve been making a point of avoiding each other since they got back on board the Revenge. Maybe they’re… ready for something. (Please. Please let them be ready.)

Ed waits with bated breath as Izzy looks away, touches his finger to his eyes in case he’s been crying, and deliberates. Ed watches, wishing, pleading, contemplating falling to the deck and fucking praying that a whip crack of vicious vengeance isn’t going to come for him. Once upon a time - hell, even this morning - he would have offered the man his pistol to shoot him back. It’s the pirate way of doing things, an eye for an eye, and maybe it’s not the healthiest or whatever but he’ll take it if it means making things square with Izzy. He's already got a bad knee, what’s a little more metal crunching around in there?

The silence lasts so long it itches under his skin. It burns the tip of his tongue and he’s on the verge of opening his mouth to suggest that the man fucking shoots him (again) after all, when Izzy finally speaks.

“Well,” he announces. “If we’re doing this, I’m going to need a drink.”

Speaking of knees, they almost give way beneath him.

“Amen to that.”

-

There’s a lot to untangle; so much that if they had the time-bending powers of the gravy basket they might still have not got through it all. But it’s progress, and the two of them end up lying close on the deck with their hair and limbs tossed every which way and a red glow to their cheeks that betrays how much they’ve imbibed. They’ve cried. They’ve laughed, frankly a surprising amount. They’ve almost called it quits and stormed out a half a dozen times each. Yet they’ve both stayed, and they’ve both let those walls down further than they have in years. The wound they’ve been letting fester isn’t healed. It’s a long way from that. But it’s been cleaned and wrapped in new bandages and as the morning light starts to make its way across their faces, there’s a gentleness to the ache in their chests.

Ed sighs.

“Be honest, Iz,” he prompts. “Do you think there’s a version of us where we don’t wind up killing each other?”

Izzy frowns, struggling to turn his fuzzy mind to the subject without getting bogged down again in I had a dream where you killed me and Edward better watch his fucking step and the Spanish and the English and the way their downward spirals have been happening harder and faster lately. Rising sun be damned, it’s hard to have hope in the face of that.

“I don’t know,” he confesses.

Ed swallows. It’s hard to take. But he said to be honest, and they’re being honest in a new way now. In a new old way that reminds him of the way things were before, somehow. It’s like a light at the end of the tunnel, shining into the dark sea. Like the morning breaking over them. The sun is warm, and it reminds him of the things that are worth holding onto.

“Do you think-” he asks, “d’you think we could try?”

“Stranger things have happened.”

“Like Izzy Hands stone-cold-sober letting someone put glitter on his face?”

With a cheeky, if hesitant, hopeful smile, Ed glances over at Izzy the best he can at this angle. Izzy, best he can too, angles his chin to meet Ed’s eyes, and smiles back.

“Yeah,” he agrees. “Like that.”

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd fanfic #fictober23 #clara's fic tag

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hiii i have a req >-< Could you please write about an Unwilling and Kidnapped reader being begged for forgiveness by yan!/delusional riddler because he did something that could have come off as “cheating” or “betraying” the reader? reader could be forced to forgive because otherwise riddler would hurt himself aaaah!

"Hypothetical Betrayal" (Yandere!Riddler • GN!Reader : Romantic Scenero)

this is so sick but also so cute god i love the riddler, enjoy my welcome back fic! I'm proud of this one, and I hope you all like it just as much! tw // use of the yandere trope , toxic and abusive mindsets , unhealthy relationships , guilt tripping , sui//de baiting / threatening , restrainment , yelling and unstableness , s/h / attempt at hurting oneself & graphic descriptions / implications of such, sexism & incel mindsets

You knew something was horribly, terribly wrong from the moment Edward walked in the door. You thought it was going to be an evening as normal as Edward could give you, even with what you could only call pure insanity. You expected him to wrap his arms around you in a hug just bordering suffocating, kissing your neck and lamenting on how much he missed your presence. You thought you would have known better than to expect anything less than what was being displayed now, however, and you could barely contain your shudder when the front door practically swung open.

Edward was looking at you like he had just shot you in the chest, eyes glossy and puppy-like. Your stomach twisted with dread as he quickly closed and locked the door. The sound the key made almost caused sobs to ripple up your throat, as another chance at freedom was taken away from you with jangling keys and heaving breaths. His hand lingered on the knob for but a moment, before snatching his keys with terrifying swiftness. "I did something bad, angel." He shook his head, and you unconsciously took a step back. Knowing Edward, the sweet and innocent looking man in front of you, something bad could mean blatant domestic terrorism. You took a deep breath, knowing whatever he might have done happened in the past, and you had to put your concern on your own survival rather than trying to change what was already fact. You didn't want to even touch the ideas that were swirling around in your brain, pushing them back like they were broccoli on a child's dinner plate. At first, you explored the concepts of murder. Perhaps he did what he normally did using that persona of his - murdering various politicians he deemed to have failed him or his people, a position that could be right or absolutely deluded depending on the victim.

Though, there was a single counter idea that you couldn't seem to move no matter how hard you told it that it overstayed it's welcome in your brain. He didn't think his actions were "bad" by any means. Deep in thought, you squeezed your eyes with an almost painful tightness as if that would have done anything to help you. Now, you were back at square one, and your eyes stayed shut for almost a minute. Edward was watching you intently, and if you saw the look in his eyes you would have opened your lids and gave him the most reassuring smile you could muster.

Edward's legs wobbled violently, the man feeling as if he was shaking the walls and cieling when it was simply his own version of the room spinning. You were ashamed of him as far as he could tell, and the very concept of such was enough for his knees to temporarily cease functions. Bringing Edward to the ground with a large thud, your eyes snapped open only to see your captor on the floor crying and scratching at his throat.

If only you knew this would have happened when Edward let you out of your chains. Then you would have requested to stay in them.

Edward was in shambles. Absolute shambles. His burning obsession with your satisfaction completely overtook him today, and now here he was, knees giving out on him as his weight causes him to fall to the floor.Pathetically, desperately, he shuffled towards your standing form with his knees. He stopped at your feet, now looking up at you with a pathetic look in his eyes. He sniffled, the small sound quickly turning into a much louder one as Edward began choking on his own tears.

Frankly, you had no clue what he was so upset about, and you didn't want to push to learn. You wished to stay ignorant, and in a desperate attempt to soothe his own moral conscience you raised a trembling hand and placed it on the top of his head. His hair was soft, as well kept as it could be by a man of such crippling disorder, and you rubbed it as gently as you could. You could not hold back your fear, and you almost jokingly prayed the vibrations of your shaking served as a massager of sorts rather than green light to do unspeakable, vile things to you. Edward was a mountain out of molehill type of man, and if he seemed to think you were in any way afraid of him, the damages caused by his explosion could not be calculated.

You sucked in the sent of mold and mildew from your nose, wishing for a break from reality and doing your best to mentally place yourself in a place that was far away from whatever shithole your captor was renting out for you. Droplets echoed when they hit the floor, and each sound from that accompanied by the sounds of Edward's whines and whimpers made your dissociation harder to accomplish. Long adopting dissociation as a coping mechanism, you couldn't help but fix your focus on how unkempt wherever you were being kept was.

An unfixed ceiling dripping water on the carpet, documents and newspapers covering the ground in messy layers and stacks, Edward's arrangements for your home were just as manic as he was. Ripping you from your thoughts, you could hear Edward rambling under his breath, You wanted him gone, away from you and out of this room. Out of this city, out of your life, out of this reality. You weren't even concerned with being free anymore, as just being in a room different than the room he's in would be enough to satisfy your burning desire to be free.

"I shouldn't have smiled at her, (Y/N)." He said, shaking his head. He was disgusted with his own actions. According to that smile he gave, he'd much rather entertain whores than save such a smile for his partner. He knew it to be basic etiquette to give someone a smile, especially a waitress when they give you what you ordered. Edward was always focused on looking as unassuming as possible, so it seemed like the smart thing to do. Though, when he sat there, eating his ordered pie and truly letting his actions resonate in his head, he knew how badly he messed up. If you saw, you'd probably lose it at him, and he wouldn't have blamed you at all. He would have lost it himseld if he saw you smiling at someone else, so he would have completely got where you were coming from.

"She's a bitch, (Y/N), don't worry. I know what she's worth, and I know she doesn't compare to you. She's a whore. You're not, you're so much better than her. I know, I know." His delusional and rather sexist rant went on for a few more minutes, the man only stopping for brief moments to take a deep breath or to prove his devotion further by kissing your shoes. If this was some sort of cartoon, there would have probably been spirals in his eyes, and even that wouldn't have been enough to truly do justice to his insanity. You winced at his every move, disgusted moreso at his detachment from reality than at the smile he allegedly gave to that innocent woman.

You were glad Edward rewarded your good behavior with only a door and lock acting as your restraints now rather than the chair of the past. If you were tied, you wouldn't be standing right now, and god knows what other parts of your body he'd be kissing if you didn't have the physical freedom to retract away from him as much as possible without him noticing.

Refusing to take notice of your repulsion, he continued. "It's all they do. It's the only thing they're good at. They try and seduce you with smiles and then take you for their own whore desires. I'm so glad you're not like that, baby." He, once again, kissed your shoe. "I'm sorry for letting you down."

In an action devoid of any former warning, heapparently found the strength to scramble up. Your eyes were playing awful tricks on you out of terror, and you couldn't tell if he was shorter than you, around the same height, or towering over you like a predator about to eat it's prey. His eyes flashed with the colors of a mad-man, and his hands trembled with longing."You're not like them, (Y/N). All the others, you're not like them at all." He raised his shaking hands to cup your cheeks. "You're special. I'm so lucky to have you." Whispering now, all you could do is shake your head.

"Ed, this is so sick. This is fucked up, you can't think like that-"

He cut you off, eyes widening as he took your words as a direct rejection if his apology. "It's the only way to think. If nobody calls them out on what they do, then they'll just keep, they'll just keep getting away with it." He laughed, pitying your lack of realization regarding the society you both lived in. He was alright with being your teacher, though. He preferred such a job, in fact. "I let some bitch wriggle her way into what we have. I almost failed you. No, I DID fail you. If you don't forgive me, I understand." He said, sadly nodding. "I really do. I'll try and make it up to you by killing myself right in front of you." In a tone far too normal to truly represent what he was suggesting, he watched as your pupils shrunk and your head rapidly shook from side to side. Too far gone now to realize the vile error of his ways, he smiled at you and nodded.

"Suffocation is such a long way to die. It's exactly why it's never really a good idea to hang yourself." He giggled a little bit, and your heart sunk as possibilities for the future slammed against your psyche like an axe to a wooden door. "Nobody can ever get the distance right for the rope to snap your neck. So you're just left hanging there. You can try and claw the rope off when your survival instincts kick in, but you've already made your choice haven't you, doll?" He leaned in, pressing his lips against yours as if he just proclaimed love rather than threatened to take his own life.

"I..." Defeated, you kissed him back and only spoke your words when he gave you the parting chance. "I don't want that, Eddie. I forgive you." Edward only giggled. Happy with your response, he grabbed your hands and swung them around playfully.

"Those girls are all whores, right? Tell me you agree." Edward demanded sweetly, not nearly as successful in hiding the threatening undertones of his words as he hoped. Without any choice however, you nodded.

"They don't understand us, Eddie." Looking into his crazed eyes, pupils that painted your future as well as your past and present, never have you felt such an overwhelming sense of defeat. "And they never will."

#dano riddler x reader #riddler #paul dano riddler #riddler x reader #x reader #male yandere #yandere x reader #paul dano #yandere male #yandere #paul dano x reader #paul dano x you #danonation #riddler x you #the riddler x reader #edward nashton x you #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton

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Find The Word (×3)

Thank you @axl-ul , @autumnalwalker , @elizaellwrites

No pressure tagging: @kirsten-is-writing @pluttskutt @jaimistoryteller @hrmkingizzy & my open tag!

Your words are: QUIET, DARE, & TOKEN

My words were: tear, wood, fire, duck, connection, recommendation, wake, later, instant, moment, chance, current. Origin under except. Hidden under the cut.

Tear

Looking down, my entire right leg has turned a dark shade of red, dress split up the side to reveal the gash in my thigh staining my tights. “Yikes. Think it looks worse than it is, actually,” I tell her, slipping a finger over the tear in the fabric. “Hardly even hurts.”

Secondary Series

Wood(s)

Nia pants at my side and just a little behind us, I can hear Anny still crying between breaths. Our feet dig into the ground in clunky, rather loud steps, but Paolo said we should be safe in these woods. At least as long as the sun hadn’t risen. 

Queer Superhero Story

Fire

But I had to wonder if maybe the alternative was better? Instead of instantaneous fire and death, however, I was met with enduring horrific… well, really shitty pain. More than I’d thought was previously possible. Each finger and joint and eyelash scream even though I couldn’t force the sound past my mouth. And, with the pain, came the more recent memories: a flash, a color, a face. Me. Falling.

Animatronic Saga

Duck(s)

Merieh and Daran are hot on my heels, flashes of lightning blazing across the sky. There’s no need to count for Merieh; the thunder rumbles immediately. At each flash, everyone in our district that followed me ducks instinctively, getting to the lowest point they can. No one wants to be fried today or any other day, for that matter. 

StormWatcher

Connection

The tingling starts under my ribcage, a pulse completely separate from my own. From there, it seeks out the foreign connection, this time running down my arm and pushing into the boy’s jaw. In the glow of the last candle, the tendrils connecting us look deceivingly orange, but I know better.

Queer Superhero Story

Recommendation

Something about those dark dark eyes. “I recommend you keep your station private, Haryl. And if you need, I can put in a good word to the Commanders."

Animatronic Saga

Wake

Because I don’t miss it. I love the life I’ve built here and the family I’ve created in the wake of the death of my old one and the person I’ve had to become.

Secondary Series

Later

“What, Edward?” She asked weakly. “What do you want from me?”

“You didn’t hurt me. It wasn’t you.”

Inch by inch, she relaxed her face and shoulders, even giving me a soft smile. “I’ll see you later, Edward. Okay?”

Animatronic Saga

Instant

Not her telling me it was almost instant.

I wish I had something else to tell her.

Secondary Series

Moment

The moment my hand loosens around the knife, Roldan’s pulling something from his belt and tossing it at our feet. Nia yells, “Don’t breathe!” but it’s too late.

White smoke puffs up around us as I fall to my knees. Roldan catches me by my shoulders and eases me onto the ground, eyes soft. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I’ll explain everything when you wake up.”

Queer Superhero Story

Chance(s)

I used to, but that’s the thing about loving something. You can’t turn it off. Love is all about second chances.”

Animatronic Saga

Current

The Beggar’s Laws are under update as well.”

A groan slips through my lips. Everybody’s eyes are suddenly on me and I can’t help but feel defensive. “What? That was probably what I missed the least about Earth.”

“Unfortaunte as they are,” Edward tell sme with a sigh. “They’re also the least of our current concern.”

Secondary Series

#writeblr #writers of tumblr #writing tag game #find the word #×3 #animatronic saga #secondary series #queer superhero story #stormwatcher

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What Edward Elric Would Say as a Yandere

I’m actually tempted to make this into a thing for requests after writing this. Just give me 5 yandere quotes and I’ll write a little short paragraph for each one for a yandere character x reader relationship. Or give me a character and I’ll find five yandere quotes in which I think they’ll say.

Edward Elric(Fullmetal Alchemist)

    1. “Go on, I want to hear you say it.”

The blond boy smiles wide, looking down at you from under him. You couldn’t tell if he was smiling by the way you cowardly ran away from him, coddled against the wall and floor, tears flowing down your cheeks from the fear. Or, was he smiling at how much he loved the way you became so obedient. Edward couldn’t possibly be any closer to you as he sat on one knee, towering over you as you were trapped between the wall and him. His cold automail hand reaches up to touch your cheek, caressing it gently. “Go on, I want to hear you say it.” He demands. “Say that you love me.”

      2. “Look, this is for the best. You don’t understand now, but you will.” 

The loud click of the door locking was the only sound to echo throughout the quiet room. You stood in your room in shock, bare legs starting to get cold under the extravagant dress you wore. Your hands clutched tightly onto your poor new dress as fear began to rise. A simple question towards your best friend of why he locked the door on you before you could leave for your date with someone you’ve had a crush on for a while. Edward had a bored look on his face as he lifted his hands up in a defensive way. “Look, this is for the best. You don’t understand now, but you will.” 

     3. “Did you miss me? ‘Cause I really missed you.”

The way Edward ignored your trembling form on the floor in the corner of his room bore even more fear into your body. You weren’t even cold with the thin pajamas you wore in the dark room. A matter of a few days of captivity tends to wrack your body in constant fear. You seemed to have calmed down quite a bit when the blond left early in the morning for work. But the violent shivers came back when he got home just in the late afternoon. Edward had a kind smile as he closed his bedroom door behind him, taking his coat off and hanging it in his closet. “Did you miss me? ‘Cause I really missed you.

    4. “The collar is for you, not me. You’ve proved you can’t be trusted without it.”

A simple call from a man who kept you in captivity can be the only thing to make you drop something so fragile. The clear view of the broken glass plate on the floor clears the ringing in your ears as you hear the welcoming greeting Edward gives you. Being the good housewife you were, you gently picked up the glass pieces. The blond gives you a fond smile when he arrives into the kitchen, complimenting how good dinner smelt. You gave him one of your many fake smiles in return, standing back up when you finished cleaning the mess you made. You should’ve known the answer you’d be given with a small complement of the odd collar gripped in his hand. “The collar is for you, not me.” His words would make you drop another fragile item if you had one in your hands. Your eyes widen with the fond memories of your attempted escape just a few days ago, but Edward clearly caught you. “You’ve proved you can’t be trusted without it.” He smiles.

    5. “Why are you crying? Aren’t you happy to be with me?”

You weren’t sure how to process this new information you just received. Your hands shook in your lap as you stared at them, too scared to even look up. You didn’t even realize you were crying until a drop of salty liquid fell onto your hand. Whether you were crying for the horrible news about your former boyfriend or because of the fear you held, you weren’t sure. You tried to stand up to get away from your once best friend, Edward, but he quickly grabbed a hold of your arm. You were back on the cushion next to the blond, now looking at him in fear. “Why are you crying?” He asked, wiping a tear away with his thumb. “Aren’t you happy to be with me?”

#edward elric #fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #yandere #yandere edward #yandere edward elric #hcs/short stories #short stories #hcs #mixed #new thing? #fun to watch #quotes #yandere quotes

[mandiemon3]

The Best Revenge is Living Well- Chapter 14

Frenchie had kept his word, holding down a table in the local tavern when Mo and Izzy joined him. Izzy had stalled outside the door, not wanting to go in if there were any signs that he had been crying, but Mo assured him several times that there would be no way for anyone to know, and had covered his face in kisses when he began to get worked up again. Finally, he agreed to go in, gently batting them away, and ordered two drinks at the bar while Mo made their way across the room to sit with Frenchie. Wee John had joined him at the table he had chosen, pushed against the far wall out of the common area, and the two were passing jokes back and forth. John must have told a good one, because Frenchie almost keeled over with laughter, gripping the table for stability as his long legs kicked around on top of the bench where he sat. Mo smiled. It made them happy to see their friends have a good time, and even more so to see the awkward way that Frenchie had stretched out, taking over a whole bench to save seats for Izzy and themselves.

Frenchie’s eyes lit up when he saw his friend approaching, quickly moving his legs off the bench and tapping it, inviting them to sit down. Mo plopped down next to him, leaning their head against his shoulder as Wee John drifted away to join Black Pete and Lucius.

“You alright, dearie?” he asked. “Did your talk go alright?” He looked around, trying to find Izzy.

Mo rubbed his leg soothingly, giving him a sweet smile. “Yeah, everything’s okay. Izzy’s just at the bar getting us drinks. We’re both okay, I just needed a moment before.”

Frenchie frowned. He slung an arm over their shoulder and kissed the top of their head. “You know I’m here for you too, right?” Mo giggled, nuzzling closer to the man. “Yes, Frenchie. I know.” They looked up at him. “We’re the dynamic duo, remember? We’re ride or die.”

Frenchie grinned, jostling them affectionately. “’Till the end, baby!”

“Am I interrupting something?” Mo turned to see that Izzy had joined them, holding a drink in each hand.

Mo shrugged, but sat up, making enough room on the long bench for Izzy to sit next to them. “You just had to be there,” they teased, putting their hand on Izzy’s knee as he settled.

“Oh, fuck off,” he muttered over the rim of his tankard, not before giving them a small smile. “Here I was being nice, getting you a drink, while you were over here with another man,” he said, a hint of humor in his voice. “I’m heartbroken.”

Mo kissed his cheek. “At least you have two drinks to help you drown your sorrows,” they pointed out, tapping the second tankard.

“That’s true. Or,” he suggested, “we could share it and you could just owe me a favor.” His eyes glinted mischievously as Mo examined him, trying to figure out what it was he could want.

“And how would I be repaying that debt?” they asked carefully, willing to play along with his game.

Izzy shrugged, taking a swig of his drink before clinking it against the one sitting on the table. “Take a drink and find out.”

Mo smirked, picking up the tankard and taking a slow drink, maintaining eye contact with Izzy. The alcohol burned their throat going down, but it felt comforting after their long day. They leaned against Izzy, lacing their fingers with his as they settled down.

The pair sat for a while, drinking and joking, swapping tales of their time at sea, and more rarely, the life that came before. Frenchie had left after the first few minutes, giving Mo a kiss on the head before he joined Roach and Edward in a drunken rendition of a sea shanty, the latter two drumming on the tables as they hollered the lyrics. Mo smiled as they watched their friend belt the words out, singing like his life depended on it. They honestly weren’t sure if his enthusiasm and the way he flailed his long limbs as he danced and twirled was an effect of the alcohol, or him just having a good time, but they loved seeing him so uninhibited.

“I’m going to miss all this,” Mo mused sadly.

Izzy hummed, playing with their hair. “They’re going to miss you too. We all will.” He kissed their temple.

The alcohol had begun to work its way into Izzy’s system, helped by the way he had been putting drinks back. He hadn’t had enough yet to be drunk, but even the experienced pirate, no stranger to alcohol, had become fairly buzzed. He wasn’t nearing the point of passing out on someone as Edward had mentioned, but he was becoming more candid and open, speaking his mind more freely. Mo had only just finished their first drink, taking their time sipping it instead of throwing it back the way it seemed everyone else was. They wanted to be able to remember their last night with the crew clearly.

“I’ll be right back,” Izzy whispered into Mo’s hair, kissing the top of their head. “I’m going to go get us another round. Try to stay out of trouble.”

Mo scoffed. “You make it sound like I’m the one who’s always trying to fight people.” Izzy smirked. “Nah, you only do that when you’re upset,” he said, looking at them pointedly.

They blushed, swatting at him playfully. “Oh, fuck off.”

Izzy chuckled. “You’re beginning to take after me,” he commented, giving a last grin before walking back towards the bar.

Mo grinned as they watched him walk away. It felt nice to be picking up some of Izzy’s habits and ways of doing things, and they knew he had been doing the same. He wasn’t as quick to rush to violence when he was upset or stressed, and he was trying to do better to communicate, not that he’d ever admit it. He was joking more openly now, now just with Mo but with everyone. He was beginning to open himself up.

Mo stood up from the bench, stretching their back and enjoying the satisfying pops they heard. They moved to stand around the edge of the area the rest of the crew had claimed, enjoying seeing them have a good time. Roach and Frenchie were dancing, swinging each other round and round, almost running into tables in their enthusiasm. Oluwande and Jim leaned against each other, watching the chaotic pair spin, leaning closer to whisper in each other’s ears every now and then. Edward was still drumming on the table, his full beard bouncing as he hollered sea shanties with the Swede, who sang in a high-pitched soprano voice. Stede was watching the other captain, smiling brightly, his eyes soft with affection.

A voice behind Mo made them jump.

“Hey, Mo!” Lucius called, beckoning them closer. “Can I steal you for a second?” Mo gave him a confused look but nodded. They stepped closer and let him grab their arm and drag them to a quieter corner of the tavern. He looked around conspiratorially before rooting around in the pocket of his jacket. It took him a minute to find what he was looking for, carefully taking out a folded slip of paper.

“I know you don’t need to hide this anymore, but I thought I’d offer the privacy, just in case,” Lucius rambled. “Anyway, here. I hope it lives up to the image you have in your mind.” Mo took the paper he held out to them, unfolding it carefully and gasping when they saw what it was. They covered their mouth with one hand as they looked at it, a perfect drawing of Izzy. He looked peaceful, like he was gazing out onto the water at night, feeling the cool sea breeze in his hair without the crew around to pester him. His face was soft, softer than most had ever seen him, and there was a hint of a smile on his lips and in the crinkles around his eyes.

Mo felt like their heart could burst. They flung their arms around Lucius, squeezing the tall man in a bone crushing hug. Lucius yelped and jumped, but softened when he realized he wasn’t being attacked.

“I take that to mean you like it then?” he asked tentatively, patting their back awkwardly.

Mo released him, holding the sketch up to the light to see it better. “I love it! It’s exactly the way he looks to me. Thank you, Lucius!” They sighed. “How-how did you even do this?” they asked. “I mean, when did you draw it? He looks so relaxed, so at home. He usually only looks like this in his cabin, after he’s clocked out for the day.” Lucius smirked. “Aww,” he cooed. “He looks like that because he was looking at you, silly.” Mo flashed him a confused look. “The other night, when Stede was reading us a story on deck,” he explained. “You were cozied up with Frenchie, and Roach was splayed out on top of you like a ragdoll, and Izzy was off to the side.” He chuckled. “He was clearly trying his best to act all cold and indifferent, but he was staring at you, and he looked like he was about ready to propose right then and there. Figured that was the best chance I would get to draw him the way you wanted, even with the shit lighting. Took a lot longer than usual though, didn’t want to get caught and have him threaten to throw me overboard again.” He rolled his eyes in exaggerated indignation, far past the point of believing he was in any actual danger.

Mo chuckled. “Well, you did an amazing job, even more so knowing the conditions you had to work with. Really, Luce, I love it. It’s perfect.” They gave his arm a gentle squeeze. “Thank you.”

“Happy to help. Anything for a fellow romantic.” Mo smirked at him, making him scoff. “What? Just because I enjoy a good naughty sketch doesn't mean I’m not romantic.”

Mo gently folded the piece of paper before pulling their locket out from under their shirt. They tucked the small drawing inside it, making sure to clasp it carefully, before moving to stow their locket away again. They hesitated, realizing that they didn’t need to hide it anymore, not now that everyone knew they were in a relationship. They set the locket down on top of their shirt, adjusting it so it laid flat in the center of their chest.

“Awww, you guys are sweet.” Lucius twisted lightly on his feet, smiling at his friend.

Mo blushed. “Yeah, well Izzy brings it out of me. He’s a real charmer.”

Lucius laughed, his grin not leaving his face. “Whatever you say, babe.”

Mo rolled their eyes, but gave him another hug before heading back to their table.

“Where’ve you been, love?” Izzy asked gruffly as Mo sank down onto the bench next to him, laying down and placing their head on his lap. “When I came back from the bar you were gone. Was about to get Frenchie to help me look for you.” He brushed a lock of hair behind their ear.

“Oh, it’s nothing to worry about, Israel.” Mo grinned as Izzy inhaled sharply, softly caressing their cheek. “You’re sweet to worry, but Lucius was just showing me something.”

“Oh?”

Mo held his hand, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. “I’ll tell you about it later,” they promised, nuzzling their face into his lap.

Izzy frowned, his hand faltering as it stroked through Mo’s hair. “How do you plan to find us?” he asked suddenly. “If you stay behind to find your brother, how will we find each other?”

Mo sighed, shifting slightly to look up at him. “Well,” they started, cupping his face with one hand and enjoying the way he leaned down, tilting his head into the touch. “I was thinking that I could meet you back at the Republic of Pirates after everything is done. Figured it’s a place you’d be in the area of pretty often, and Jackie would probably let me work for her for a while, especially if Edward gave me a good review. And if you all stop in before I get back, you might be able to leave a message with Jackie for me about when you’d be back in the area.” Izzy grunted, frowning.

“What?” Mo asked. “Do you have a better plan?” “No, no, it’s not that. It’s not a bad plan. It’s just,” he faltered, before continuing plainly, “Jackie would make a move on you.”

Mo laughed at how serious he was being.

“Okay,” they said slowly, pushing themselves to sit up. “Is there a follow up to that, or is that it?”

He frowned again, bordering on a scowl. “No follow up. Just don’t like to think about her trying to woo you.” “Ah, well you have nothing to worry about there, darling.” Mo took his hand, interlacing their fingers and laying their hands on his lap. “No,” Izzy continued, starting to ramble, toying with their fingers with his free hand. “You’re definitely her type. Strong and sexy. Confident. Not afraid to stab.” Mo chuckled, laying their free hand on his shoulder calmingly. “What I meant, is that you don’t have anything to worry about because I wouldn’t let anything happen. Even if she didn’t respect me enough when I’d say no, which she does, I’m sure she’d respect that I already belong to someone else.” Izzy’s breath hitched as he blushed, rapidly turning a dark shade of pink.

“’Belong,’” he echoed, his voice sounding raspier than usual. “You ‘belong’ to me now?” His head was tilted slightly to the side as he examined his partner’s face, unable to meet their gaze.

Mo grinned, noticing the effect their words had on him. “Kind of. I’m obviously still my own person, but yeah, love, I’m yours. I’m yours, and you’re mine.”

“’I’m yours,’” he repeated, his voice low as he stared down into his drink, or what remained of it.

“Only if you want to be, love.” Mo caressed his cheek.

Izzy gave a small nod, his blush deepening. “I do,” he admitted quietly. “I want to be yours.” His eyes were wide, dark pits of emotion as they searched his partner’s face.

Mo smiled, feeling their own face begin to turn red. “Good. Because I’m already yours. Have been for a while, if I’m being honest.”

Izzy smiled. “I don’t understand you,” he muttered. “Maybe I never will.” He exhaled, running a thumb over Mo’s eyebrow. “I’m not good at letting go of things that belong to me,” he confessed, as if his possessiveness was a well-kept secret.

Mo hummed, leaning against him and resting their head on his chest.

“I know, my love. But it’s not forever. We can get through this.” They kissed his neck. “You know that I’ll come back to you. How could I ever stay away from my wonderful, beautiful Israel?” He whined softly as they kissed along his jaw, his heart rate speeding up under their touch.

“You better lay off all this or we’ll have to find somewhere more private,” Izzy warned lowly, his voice hinted with the slightest tremble.

Mo chuckled, lightly biting his throat just to get a reaction out of him. They smirked when he let out a quiet groan, pressing a quick kiss to the spot before pulling back to kiss him properly. It was a deep, passionate kiss, one that had Izzy leaning forward to follow Mo when they broke it.

“Is that a promise?” they asked, only half teasing. They ran their fingers along his jaw, enjoying the light scratch of his facial hair against the pads of their fingers as he swallowed thickly.

“It can be.” Izzy’s eyes were soft, searching for an answer, almost pleading.

Mo smiled, wrapping their arms around Izzy’s neck. “How would you feel,” they asked, “about sleeping on land tonight?”

Izzy’s frow furrowed, clearly confused.

“It might be nice,” Mo continued, smoothing down Izzy’s rumpled collar. “We could get a room at an inn, have some real privacy for once. Wouldn’t have to worry about anyone barging in, and we’d actually have a bed made for two people. What do you think?”

Izzy cleared his throat, resting his hands on Mo’s waist. “Well,” he rasped, looking down at them through half lidded eyes, “I wouldn’t be opposed to some privacy.” He brushed his fingers through Mo’s hair, tucking a lock behind their ear. “I suppose the ship could survive without me for one night.”

Mo grinned. “Good to see your confidence in the crew is growing,” they joked, resting their forehead against Izzy’s.

He smirked, giving a short huff of a laugh that warmed Mo’s face. “Believe me, this has nothing to do with them.” He ducked his head, kissing along their neck, groaning softly as they gripped his hair.

“So,” he mumbled between kisses, “should I go get us a room then?” He chuckled as they squirmed, his coarse whiskers tickling their neck.

“I think you should,” Mo said, stammering lightly as they felt blush creep up their cheeks. “And you’d better be quick, or the crew will be getting much more of a show than they’d like.” “More than they’d deserve,” Izzy corrected. “I imagine Spriggs might enjoy it, if he were so lucky.” Mo laughed, pulling Izzy away by his hair, making the man growl in frustration. They kissed him quickly, before pulling back just enough to speak.

“You have no idea how much he’d enjoy that,” they said quietly. “He keeps asking me for details about how you are in bed.”

Izzy grinned, growing flustered. He brought his gloved hand up to cup his partner’s cheek, looking deep into their eyes.

“And what did you tell him?”

Mo smiled at him sweetly. “The truth,” they said simply. “That he couldn’t handle even the description.”

Izzy laughed, a loud, full laugh that filled the tavern and warmed Mo’s heart. His eyes twinkled, the corners crinkling as he grinned.

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” he asked, shoulders still shaking with laughter as he stroked Mo’s cheek.

They shrugged lightly. “I don’t know, but it must have been something pretty bad. Now come on, before I kiss you again.” Mo stood up from the bench, offering Izzy a hand. He stared at them for a moment, his face soft with adoration, before grasping their hand and pushing off the table, hauling himself to his feet.

Izzy wrapped his arms around Mo, pulling their back to his chest and resting his chin on their shoulder. “I suppose I should go tell Edward that I won’t be coming back to the ship tonight,” he said quietly, clearly not excited to talk to his friend.

Mo kissed his temple, stroking his hair. “I’d offer to tell him for you, but something tells me you wouldn’t go for that. Guess I should tell Frenchie too, so he doesn’t tear the town apart looking for me once he sobers up.” They laughed. “That won’t be awkward at all, telling him I’m not coming to bed because I’m going to bed with you. Not that he didn’t already know there was a chance we’ve been doing more than sleeping before, but getting our own room on land really drives the point home.”

Izzy huffed a short laugh. “At least you only have to tell your friend, not your boss,” he pointed out. “Who knows how Edward will react.” He groaned, burying his face in his partner’s neck. “He’ll probably tell Bonnet too.” Mo could feel Izzy’s face begin to warm at the idea, making them chuckle.

“You’re going to have it easy,” he continued, a lilt of amusement to his voice. “You won’t have to face them all in the morning.”

Mo pulled away a few inches, just enough to turn to look him in the eye. “Hey,” they said, “I’d love to be there to see them in the morning. Maybe I won’t have to do the awkward greetings tomorrow, but I’m sure I’ll have my fair share once I get back. In fact,” they added with a grin, “I look forward to then. I can’t wait to have a hundred morning afters with you.”

Izzy rolled his eyes, but his smile remained. “You’re so fuckin’ cheesy,” he grumbled.

Mo grinned cheekily. “And yet you love me anyway.” He sighed in defeat. “And yet I do.”

Mo nudged him gently.

“Go on,” they encouraged. “You deal with Edward, and I’ll deal with Frenchie. I’ll meet you at the inn down the street when we’re done, the one with the shit sign and old man who owns the place. I’ll get us a room.”

Izzy frowned. “No,” he said plainly. “I’ll be getting us a room. You need to save your coin to find your brother.”

“But you already paid for the drinks,” Mo protested, turning to face him fully. “That wouldn’t be fair. I can’t let you-“ “I don’t care what’s fair,” Izzy interrupted. “I’m not letting you waste your money right now, not when you’ll need it tomorrow. I’m paying, and that’s final,” he said sternly, brushing their hair behind their ear.

Mo took a moment to look at him, trying to think of any good arguments they could sway him. Finding none, they sighed.

“Fine. I’ll let you pay. This time,” they made a point of adding, giving him a quick kiss. “But next time it’s on me. Can’t have people thinking I’m after you for your money. Just your good looks and better personality,” they added with a smile.

Izzy rolled his eyes, doing his best to hide his smile as he pushed them towards the crew. “Get on with it then. I’ll meet you at the inn.”

“Alright,” Mo said, chuckling. “Keep your pants on, at least for now. I’ll see you soon, Israel.” Izzy shook his head in feigned disbelief, smiling as he watched his partner turn and walk to Frenchie, dragging him out of Roach’s drunken clutches and to the side of the room.

Mo waited in front of the inn for Izzy, enjoyed the fresh air as they leaned against the front of the old brick building. They tilted their head back, closing their eyes as they breathed in the cool night air, enjoying the chill of the bricks against their back.

“That’s a good way to get stabbed, y’know.”

Mo opened their eyes, already recognizing the gravely voice. Izzy leaned against the wall next to them, looking up at the night sky.

“Maybe. Someone would have to be pretty stupid to attack the person Izzy Hand’s couldn’t keep his hands off of, though.” Izzy barked a laugh, looking over to his smirking partner. “So, you’re betting on my reputation to protect you now?” he asked with a hint of humor.

Mo smirked. “No, I think we both know I can protect myself.” They shifted closer, leaning their head onto Izzy’s shoulder. “Doesn’t hurt to have history’s greatest pirate on my side though.”

“I don’t know about that.” “About what?” “’History’s greatest pirate.’” He said the words like they were poison, pausing a moment before continuing. “I’m no captain. Probably never will be.” Izzy’s voice was low, almost bleak as he sighed out the words.

Mo lifted their head, pushing off the wall to stand in front of him. They placed a hand on either side of Izzy’s head, leaning close to him.

“Now you listen to me,” they said firmly, “you are an amazing pirate. Edward wouldn’t last two weeks without you. Just imagine him having to actually deal with the crew. The only reason he loves us all so much is because he never has to deal with the hard work of actually directing everyone, because he always pushes that on to you!” Izzy was taken aback, not used to being defended with such fervor.

“He’d snap faster than anyone would believe, and you’ve been able to do it for years, because you’re strong, and smart, and resilient. You know how to get things done, and you would be a fantastic captain, as long as you had a competent first mate, so you don’t blow your lid and start threatening everyone. So, never, ever doubt yourself like that. If this is what you want, your time will come, and you’ll do amazing.”

Mo huffed as they finished, brow furrowed as they glared at Izzy, daring him to argue. Izzy’s face was conflicted as he studied theirs. He was still unsure, not fully believing them, but hesitant to respond. He looked so vulnerable, clearly caught off guard and not knowing how to react. Mo thought that he might just tell them to fuck off, or push them away, but they were pleasantly surprised when he grabbed their vest, pulling them closer and kissing them. They had to adjust their grip on the wall, moving to lean on one forearm while their other hand wrapped itself around the back of his neck. Izzy pulled them closer still, wrapping one arm around their back and cupping their jaw with his free hand, and they were happy to close the short gap, pressing him against the cool brick. The pair grappled with each other for a few minutes, pulling at each other to try to get even closer in their desperate embrace. Mo kissed down his jawline, tangling their hand in his thick hair to pull his head to the side, giving them access to his neck. They chuckled as he whined and groaned as they kissed him, occasionally biting at his soft skin, careful to be gentle enough not to leave lingering marks. Izzy huffed as they worked on him, his hands gliding over them, unable to rest in one spot for long.

“Think we should get that room now,” he stammered out, voice raspier than ever.

Mo groaned into his neck, but reluctantly released hold of his hair, pulling back to look at him. They were pleased to see how flustered and disheveled he looked, his normally neat hair a mess and his face flushed as he breathed quickly.

“You’re probably right,” they admitted, breathing heavily. “Wouldn’t put it past Lucius to be hiding in a bush to get a good look at this. Not that I could blame him though,” they added, pressing a kiss to Izzy’s cheek. “I can’t imagine not getting to see you like this.” Mo grinned as Izzy blushed, stepping away to give him space to cool down. They leaned against the wall next to him again as he composed himself, straightening out his vest and pushing back his hair. They stood together in near silence for a few moments, with only the sounds of the crickets chirping and each of them catching their breath.

Eventually, Izzy turned his head to look at Mo.

“You’re going to be the end of me,” he said, his voice low and gravely.

Mo met his gaze. “What makes you say that?” they asked quietly.

The corners of his mouth turned up. “I’d do anything for you. You wouldn’t even need to ask.”

Mo faltered. They wanted to ask if he meant it, if he’d really do anything. Part of them wanted to know, if push came to shove, who he would choose between them and Edward. They knew that they could never ask, though, that asking would only pain him, or plant seeds of doubt in his mind, making him think that they wanted Edward out of his life. They wanted him to know that they felt the same way, that he was loved and adored and had their absolute devotion. That for once his affections and loyalty were not one sided.

Mo took his hand, kissing his knuckles. “I love you,” they said simply. “More than you could ever know. Now let’s go get this room.” They pushed off of the wall, pulling Izzy with them. They swung their intertwined hands as they walked to the entrance of the inn, holding the door open for their partner. Izzy scoffed at the gesture, but Mo caught his small smile as he walked inside.

The crew whooped and hollered as Izzy and Mo joined them on the walk back to the ship the next morning. Several members of the crew ran up behind Mo, clapping them on the back or jostling their shoulder affectionately. Roach gave a loud wolf whistle as he saw the couple walking together, holding hands as they made their way back to the beach. Izzy’s face had been stained a dark red since they were first spotted, but he refused to let go of Mo’s hand. He would be damned if he would let his own embarrassment get in the way of spending their last morning together, even if people kept swarming at him like vultures. Originally, he had tried to shoo them away, swatting at them like flies if they got too close or yelling at them to fuck off. Mo had massaged his hand, rubbing circles into the back of it as they walked, occasionally chuckling as he attempted to deter their friends.

“Guess we were wrong about me not having to deal with the crew this morning, huh?” they asked. “Think it’s better or worse than I’m here with you for this?”

Izzy grumbled something indistinct under his breath as he trudged along.

Mo chuckled. “You know they only tease you like this because you’re so easy to get a rise out of, right?”

Izzy huffed, shaking his head in exasperation. He tensed as the Swede approached.

“Here we fuckin’ go again,” he mumbled, quiet enough only for Mo to hear.

“Hey guys,” the Swede greeted, walking alongside the couple. “Isn’t shore leave the best? Did you have fun last night?”

Mo had to raise their fist to hide their smile as Izzy clenched his jaw, the vein in his forehead looking like it was on the verge of rupture.

“That it it!” he yelled, releasing Mo’s hand to step closer to the Swede. He grabbed the confused man’s collar, making him stumble as he got in his face. “Do any of you have any fucking decency? You don’t just ask a man something like that after a night with his partner!” He growled. “Get back to the fucking ship before I change my mind.” The Swede stalled, looking between Izzy and Mo in confusion before Izzy yelled again. “Now!” He turned and started to jog away, looking back over his shoulder once or twice from a safe distance. The rest of the straggling crew followed after him as Izzy turned his glare towards them. Mo gave them an apologetic look as they left, hoping they knew that they weren’t upset at them.

“Fucking twats, the lot of them!” Izzy paced back and forth, running his hand through his hair as he muttered curses under his breath. “No fucking sense of decency, everyone always in everyone else’s business. If Spriggs says a damn word about this to me,” he started.

“-Then you don’t hurt him,” Mo finished for him, ignoring his scowl. “Izzy, they’re only teasing you, no one actually thinks any less of you. If anything, they might think a bit more highly of you now.” “And what the fuck does that mean?” he snapped, still pacing.

Mo sighed, rubbing their eyes tiredly. “I don’t know. I guess I just mean that it might help now that they can see in a bit more obvious way how serious we are about each other.” Izzy frowned, putting his hands on his hips as he came to a stop. “Before, there was a chance they thought that things could just go south, and we’d split up and things would go back to the way they were. Now they definitely know that I’m serious about you, and that you mean a lot to me. ‘Course,” they added, walking closer to Izzy and wrapping their arms around his neck, “they’d have to be pretty blind not to have seen that already.”

Izzy rolled his eyes, scoffing. “They’re a bunch of fools.” He placed his hands on Mo’s hips. “Can’t I stab just one of them when you’re away?” he asked. Mo laughed, dropping their head to rest their forehead on his chest. “I wouldn’t even have to kill them,” he continued. “Even just a light maiming would help.”

“I don’t think so. But for the record, I don’t even think the Swede knew anything. I think he was just asking about our shore leave, not implying anything.”

Izzy blushed. “How the fuck was I supposed to know that?” he grumbled. “Everyone else made it clear what they thought we were doing.”

Mo lifted their head, giving him a short kiss before taking his hands, tugging him so he would follow. “Alright, my love, let’s not dwell on what they might have been thinking. Let’s get a move on. Don’t want both of us getting left behind by the ship.”

Once back onboard, Mo had busied themselves packing up their things into a canvas bag. They didn’t want to bring much, not wanting to weigh themselves down, and they knew their things would be well looked after during their absence, so they weren’t very worried about leaving things behind. Before long, Frenchie joined them, packing his own bag, mostly with clothes and thread. The man didn’t have many weapons of his own, usually relying more on his quick wit and dexterity to get him out of tricky situations, but Mo lent him one of their knives, wanting him to have at least something. They stared at their sword for a moment, unsure if they should bring it or not. It would be good to have a close-range weapon other than just their knives and fists, but they still didn’t have a scabbard for it yet. They supposed they could get one at some point during their travels, but how long would that take? They also didn’t want to imagine having to grip a sword all day, or risk losing it or having it stolen because they didn’t have a good way to secure it.

Frenchie noticed their staring and paused his packing. He tapped their shoulder lightly.

“You thinking about bringing your sword?” he asked.

Mo nodded, their gaze not leaving the blade. “Yeah. I think it would be good to have, but I don’t have any way to carry it yet and I don’t know how long it would be until we found a shop that could help.” They sighed, shaking their head. “Maybe I should just leave it here, ask Izzy to look after it for me until we get back.” Frenchie smiled, clapping a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Now might be a good time for me to tell you that I got you something.”

Mo looked at him, frowning in confusion as he made his way across the room. He stuck his hand into one of the hammocks strung up between the support beams, riffling around for a moment before pulling something out, doing his best to hide it behind his back.

“What have you got there, love?” Mo asked, peering at him suspiciously.

Frenchie stepped closer. “Well, I knew you needed a scabbard for your sword, and I happened to pass a passed out bloke in the street yesterday who had a very nice one on his belt, so,” he brought the object in front of him, holding it out for Mo to see, “tada!”

Mo grinned. “You stole this for me?”

Frenchie nodded, his own grin spreading as he bounced on his feet. “Well, yeah. You needed one, and there one was. Seemed like the obvious choice to me, babe.” His eyes widened, flickering quickly between them and their gift. “Do you like it?”

Mo reached out a hand to take the scabbard, their fingers grazing the soft leather. “I love it,” they said simply. They picked it up, wrapping their arms around Frenchie in a tight hug. “Thank you, Frenchie. You’re the best.”

Frenchie chuckled, patting the top of their head. “Can’t disagree with that,” he joked.

When the two released each other, Mo was eager to slide their sword into their new scabbard. It was a perfect fit.

“When did you even get this?” Mo asked, looking back up at their friend. “You were with me the whole time on the island.”

“It was when I went ahead of you on the way to the tavern. Guy was passed out in an alley right off the street, probably came straight from the tavern and didn’t make it home. Gave it to Black Pete when I got there so you wouldn’t ruin the surprise. Figured you wouldn’t notice as easily if he had something new.”

Mo grinned. “Frenchie, you genius. Man, am I glad to have you on my side.”

“And yet you wanted to leave me behind.” He said it like an observation, not an accusation, but it hurt Mo all the same.

“I didn’t want to leave you behind,” they protested. “I don’t even want to leave at all. I just don’t want you throwing your life away for me, especially not now that we have a pretty solid thing going here.”

Frenchie cleared his throat, returning to his packing. “Yeah, well, you don’t get to make my decisions for me,” he reminded them gently. “My life wouldn’t be complete without you, and I’m not letting you leave without me. That’s basically the whole point of ride or die.”

Mo huffed a laugh, catching themselves off guard. They looked at Frenchie, watching him unceremoniously stuff his things into his bag.

“You’re right,” Mo said. “I’m sorry if I made you feel unwelcome or not needed. You’re my best friend, and I can’t imagine a life without you. I just really hate asking for help, even when I know I need it.” “You don’t say,” Frenchie responded dryly.

Mo chuckled. “I know. I’m sorry, I’m working on it.” They bumped him with their shoulder. “I am glad that you’re coming with me,” they said. “I should have said it before, but I’m always glad that you’re with me. You’re my family.”

Frenchie sighed, stopping his packing to look at them.

“I know. You’re my family too.” He kissed the top of their head before ruffling their hair, dodging their halfhearted swats. “That’s why I can forgive you being a dumbass.”

It didn’t take long for the pair to finish packing, each only taking what could fit in one bag. They hauled their bags up to the deck, where the rest of the crew had gathered to say goodbye. Lucius had done Mo the kindness of telling Stede of their plan to stay behind, knowing they would struggle to have yet another emotional conversation. Stede stood among the crew, and was the first to clasp their shoulders tightly and wish them well. He asked that they stay safe, and take care of themselves, which Mo promised to do. They told him of their plan to return to the Republic of Pirates when they finished their task, and asked him to check in there periodically if he was able to, which he quickly agreed to. He seemed relieved to know that they wanted to return to the crew when they were able, and very pleased when Mo reassured him that there was nowhere else they’d rather be.

Once their captain had finished his goodbye and well wishes, the crew swarmed in to give their friend a proper send off. Oluwande and Roach hugged them tightly, while Lucius ruffled their hair, promising to take care of Izzy in their absence. He had grinned as Mo feigned a scowl, smacking at him affectionately. Once Olu and Roach had released them, Jim gave them a firm clap on the back, wishing them well with their revenge. The Swede gave them an emotional hug, his voice wavering as he made them swear once more to come back as soon as they could. Wee John gently bent down to hug them, and thanked them for bringing him more yarn from their family home. He promised that he would knit them a blanket when they came back. Black Pete was reluctant to say goodbye, not wanting to get emotional in front of the others, but Mo dragged him into a firm hug, thanking him for his help in getting their scabbard, and he was quick to hug them back even more tightly.

Edward stood to the side, watching the goodbyes with an odd expression on his face. He seemed surprised when Mo approached him with an outstretched hand, staring at it like it might bite him.

Mo sighed, noticing his hesitation. “I’m sorry I have to leave, Edward,” they said. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. I wouldn’t do this if I had any other choice.” He shuffled on his feet. “You could just not go,” he mumbled, looking down at the deck.

Mo dropped their hand. “No,” they said firmly, doing their best to stay calm. “I can’t let him live, not when he could go and destroy another family. It’s in everyone’s best interest that I cut this short.” They looked away for a moment, gathering their courage. “Look, I get that you’re not my biggest fan. Probably even more so now that I have to leave for a bit. But I want you to know that I’m coming back. I’m not leaving you, or the crew, or Izzy.” They caught Edward’s gaze, silently pleading with him. “Just…protect him. Please. Until I’m back and can do it myself. I don’t take this lightly, Ed, you have to know that it kills me to leave him. I love him, more than I ever thought I could love anyone, and I need to know that he’ll be safe here.”

Edward nodded stiffly, folding his arms across his chest. “Yeah,” he said, clearly trying his best to stay casual. “‘Course I’ll protect him. He’s my best mate.”

Mo gave a small smile. “Thank you. I know he means a lot to you too, that you love him in your own way. That’s why I know I can do this, because you’ll all be able to look out for each other, even when I’m not here.” They paused, debating whether to continue. “You’re a good man, Edward. I know Izzy’s in good hands with you.”

Edward gave one final nod before Mo turned away. They made their way across the deck to where their dinghy was being prepared, tucking their bag in as Frenchie did the same. Once their supplies were secured, Mo turned back, taking one last look around at the ship that they had come to call home, and the crew who they came to see as family. There was only one person left to say goodbye to, the one who had rather forcefully volunteered to row the two to shore.

The ride towards land felt like it went too fast and too slow, all at the same time. The trio rowed silently, no one knowing what to say as they made their way towards shore. Mo stared at their boots as Izzy and Frenchie worked the oars, both of them insisting that they could handle the labor and that Mo should rest. They fiddled with their rings, twirling their favorite on their finger absentmindedly, trying their best to stuff down the emotions that felt too big for their body.

They hated themselves for leaving, and even more for taking Frenchie with them. Worst of all, they despised themselves for leaving Izzy. They knew their loved ones wouldn’t want them to be upset at themselves, but they couldn’t help but feel guilt gnawing away at their insides. Frenchie had finally found a space where he could be safe and taken care of, and they were tearing him away from it. Even worse, they were abandoning their lover, an already insecure man, just to deal with the demons from their own past. How they could stand to look at themselves in the mirror, they didn’t know.

They knew they didn’t have a choice, but there was no option where they didn’t hate themselves. Either they were forced to leave their loved ones and kill their brother, something they knew would break the heart of their departed mother, or they would have to stay with the knowledge that they had allowed that monster to run free, wreaking havoc on anyone who dared be near him. They knew what they had to do to maintain their conscience, but that didn’t mean it hurt any less.

Izzy announced when it was time for them to stop rowing, swiftly hopping out of the small boat and offering both hands to Mo to help them out. They finally tore their gaze off their boots, and were hit with what felt like a bullet of pain as they saw the look in Izzy’s eyes. They almost sobbed at how sad he looked, fully resigned to his fate, but the worst was the way he looked at them with such love, his face softened even during such a period of grief. Mo remembered him saying that he would do anything for them, and that they would be the end of him. They wondered if this is what he had meant. They took his hands, and jumped into the cool water, smiling sadly as he caught them, like he always did, holding them so they could find their footing. They wanted to linger, to stay in his arms even a moment longer, but Frenchie’s yelps as the dingy rocked brought them back to the moment. They reluctantly let go of Izzy’s hands to stabilize the small boat, offering Frenchie a hand. He gladly accepted, and jumped into the water, landing with a splash.

Izzy dragged the dinghy up to shore, staking it down so they could unload their supplies. Frenchie picked up both bags, taking them several feet away from where the waves lapped at the sand and dropping them in a heap. When he came back, he surprised both his companions by wrapping his arms around Izzy in a hug. It was brief, barely long enough to give Izzy enough time to realize what was happening and return his hug loosely, before Frenchie pulled back.

“Thank you, mate,” he said, ignoring Izzy’s confused expression. “Even if we haven’t always gotten along, I know you’ve basically been the one keeping us alive this whole time. That’s no small feat.” Frenchie cleared his throat, playing with his scarf nervously before continuing. “Thank you, also, for taking care of Mo. Never seen them this happy before, so you’ve gotta be doing something right.” He gave Izzy one last clasp on the shoulder, before turning and walking away, moving a respectable distance to let the couple say their goodbyes in private.

Mo shifted nervously on their feet, unsure how to start. They were surprised when Izzy spoke first. “Relax, love, these aren’t last words.” They looked at him, even more surprised to see a small smile on his face. “There’s no need to stress over what to say. We’ll see each other again. This is just one thing you need to do, and then we’ll be back together again.”

Mo nodded, breathing shakily as they stepped forward. They flung their arms around Izzy’s neck and tugged him down for a kiss, pouring all their love for him into it. They never wanted him to be able to doubt, even for a moment, how loved he was or how much he meant to them. He kissed back fiercely, gently cradling their face in his hands as if afraid to break them.

Eventually, Mo pulled back, breaking the kiss and gently untangling themselves from Izzy’s arms. They sniffled before speaking.

“I, uh, I have something for you,” they stammered, looking down at their hands.

Izzy frowned, looking concerned as Mo took their ring off their finger, their favorite one that they were never seen without. It was a small silver band with an inset emerald, one he knew well after spending many hours looking at it on the hand he held in his own. Each night that they spent together, he saw his partner slip the ring off, press a kiss to it, and slip it into a small bag, and he saw the same routine in reverse every morning.

Mo looked up at Izzy. “I think I told you a bit about this ring,” they said, spinning it idly in their palm.  He nodded, brow furrowed, not knowing where this was going. “Back in the day, before everything went to shit, my mom had this ring made for me. She wanted me to have something to be able to pass on to my own kids, to start my own tradition and have a family heirloom. She also wanted me to always have a physical way of remembering that she loved me, even if we weren’t together.”

Mo pressed a kiss to the ring before holding it out to Izzy. He looked at it, confused, before slowly holding out his hand. Mo placed the ring in his palm, folding his fingers over it. “I want you to look after it,” they said, holding onto his closed fist. “Not forever,” they continued when Izzy shot them a look, “but until I come back. I want you to have something, too. A way to remember how much I love you.” They sighed, smiling despite their shaking voice. “Besides, that’s what it’s for anyway. To be shared with family, passed to loved ones.” They chuckled. “Plus, I already know you look good with emerald rings.” They patted the ring that adorned his tie with their thumb, letting their fingers graze the exposed skin of his neck.

Izzy opened his mouth, quickly closing it when he realized he had nothing to say, nothing that could put words to the emotions he was feeling. “I’ll take good care of it,” he croaked out after a few moments.

“You’d better,” Mo joked. “I’ll want it back when I get back, so don’t go letting any of the crew hold it. The lovable weirdos, they’d probably drop it into the sea or something.” Mo sighed, dropping their head. “I wish it didn’t have to be this way. Wish I could just stay here, with you and the crew.”

“You’ll be back soon,” Izzy said, rubbing their upper arms. “I’ve seen you fight. Hell,” he chuckled fondly, “you’ve even knocked me on my ass. There’s no way this vile excuse for a person will take long for you to kill.” “Yeah. You’re right.” Mo sighed. They dragged their eyes back up to look at their partner. “That’s not really what I’m worried about,” they confessed. “I know I can kill him. Could have killed him years ago, if my mom wasn’t so against it. What I’m worried about is you. You all,” they clarified, gesturing towards the ship.

“What if something happens when I’m away? What if you get stuck in a storm, or Lucius gets stabbed during a raid, or Stede fucking crashes the ship onto some rocks?”

Izzy laughed. “I’ve been through a hundred storms, love. And we both know Spriggs would hide below deck, would probably even throw himself overboard before going into a raid,” he pointed out. “As for Bonnet, I’ll be here to make sure he doesn’t fuck things up. At least not more than usual.”

Mo shook their head. “What if something happens to you, Iz? What if shit goes wrong, and you get hurt, and I’m not here to take care of you?”

“Do you think I’ve never been hurt?” Izzy’s voice was kind, but firm. “You’ve seen my scars. I can handle myself.” He cupped the side of their face with his ungloved hand, guiding their eyes up to look at him. “I love that you care,” he said genuinely. “But you don’t need to worry. You do what you need to do, and I’ll be here when you come back. Eagerly awaiting your return,” he added, with a small smile.

Mo’s breath hitched, willing themselves not to cry. They wrapped their arms around Izzy’s waist and pulled him into a tight embrace, burying their face into his neck as he wrapped his arms around them.

“Promise,” they whispered, voice slightly muffled by Izzy’s collar. “Promise that you’ll be okay.”

Izzy sighed as he rubbed a hand up and down their back. He knew all too well that no one could keep promises like that, not in their profession. He also knew he didn’t have a choice but to say it, and do his best to follow through. “I promise.”

“Good. If you get yourself hurt doing something stupid, I’ll kick your ass, Israel. I love you too much not to.”

Izzy laughed. It hurt Mo’s heart to hear it, knowing it would be the last time, at least for a while.

“I’m being serious, you dickhead,” they grumbled, nestling themselves closer. They felt Izzy kiss the top of their head.

“I know, darling,” he said. “I wouldn’t dare cross you.”

Mo pulled back to look at him, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before giving him a weak smile. “You’d better not.”

Izzy brushed his fingers through their hair, a sad smile on his face. He kissed their forehead, lingering for a moment before pressing his forehead against theirs. “I love you,” he whispered. Mo sighed wistfully. “I love you too,” they whispered back.

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