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[honnelander]

go fish!

so i fell in love with Sanji just like everyone else. i've never seen the one piece anime or read the manga so i'm solely going off of the live action. i had fun writing this and plan to make this a series of some sorts where it's a fem!reader x Sanji moments of awkwardness, fluff, and mutual pining because i love reading that stuff myself. if anyone has any suggestions or requests for this series please leave a comment or send me an ask!

WARNINGS: none

word count: 1.3k

pairing: opla!sanji x reader

summary: reader and Usopp are playing a card game when Sanji finds them. teasing ensues.

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“Care for a refreshment, Madam?” a smooth, deep familiar voice asked to your left, breaking your concentration on the card game in front of you. 

“Hm?” you looked up from the cards in your hand and saw the Going Merry’s own chef looking down at you with a crooked, charming smile as he held a chilled glass bottle of water in his hand. “Oh, hey Sanji,” you greeted quickly with your usual smile as you looked back down at your hand. “What’d you say? Go fish Usopp.” 

Your opponent across the barrel from you grumbled as he took the top card off the deck sitting between you both. 

“I was just asking if the lovely madam sitting here would like a nice, cold refreshment on this particularly hot day?” Sanji asked again with a hint of amusement, his crooked smile deepening as he watched you study your hand once again. 

“’Lovely madam’?” Usopp repeated sarcastically, his eyebrows pulling together. “What about offering her super buff, brave, and heroic opponent an ice-cold beverage instead?” 

“Nope,” Sanji corrected, popping the 'p'. “Ladies first Usopp. Always.” 

Even after knowing Sanji for a couple of months now, his consistent chivalry always managed to make your heart flutter.  

You laughed lightly and couldn’t help but smirk as you said with a matter-of-fact, teasing tone, “Just say you wish you were a girl, Usopp. No judgment here.” You paused for a moment before asking, “You got the five of spades?” 

“Now even though I would make an extremely attractive, gorgeous woman, I am a man through and through.” A grin broke out on Usopp’s face as he glanced at his hand and triumphantly called out, “Go fish, y/n.” 

“Fair enough,” you hummed as you reached for a card. “And yes Sanji, I would love a glass of cold water. Thank you.” You shot a quick look of gratitude the chef’s way as you took a card from the deck. 

Sanji placed the two glasses onto your makeshift barrell-table top he was holding in his left hand and started filling up the glasses with water. “Of course. Anything for the missus.” 

Missus. Ugh. It made your heart skip a beat to hear him call you that. But you knew he didn’t really mean anything by it. It was just how Sanji spoke, forever the gentleman. 

“Oof. If you keep sweet talking like that Sanji, you’re going to even make me blush, just like y/n,” Usopp joked. 

Your eyes widened as your eyes snapped to look at your dumbass crewmate and friend sitting across from you. “I- I am not blushing Usopp!” God, if you both were using a real table instead of a barrel right now you would’ve broken his shine with your foot. You really weren’t blushing before but Usopp’s stupid comment definitely made your cheeks heat up now. “It’s the heat,” you hissed.  

“’Heat’,” he mocked with air quotes and snorted. “Right.” 

“I-” before you could defend yourself, Sanji spoke up. 

“Actually,” the blonde chef chimed in with a light laugh as he filled the second glass, “that’s why I came over in the first place. You were looking a little flushed y/n, so I thought you guys could use a cold drink.” 

Sanji’s words caused both you and Usopp to look up from your cards simultaneously, making eye contact with each other. A mischievous grin started to form on Usopp’s face as he saw the blush deepen on your face. You quickly looked back to your hand, suddenly finding the eight of clovers card extremely interesting.  

Sanji saw you looking flushed? He saw you? From across the deck? From inside the kitchen’s window? He was watching you play cards? The thought of Sanji watching you when you didn’t expect him to made your stomach erupt in butterflies, and it certainly didn’t make your stupid little crush on him go away. Just the opposite. In fact, it just fueled your delusional fantasy even more.  

And it certainly didn’t help that the only person who knew about your crush on the head chef just so happened to have a big mouth and loved to tease you about it any chance he got. And that he was sitting right across from you right now, watching all of this unfold right in front of him. 

“Oh? So you were watching y/n and I play cards out here?” Usopp innocently asked his blonde crewmate, but you knew better. There wasn’t an ounce of true curiosity in his tone whatsoever. 

“Yeah, from the kitchen,” Sanji answered casually as he recapped the glass water bottle. 

“Usopp,” you warned. 

“And you said that she looked ‘flushed’?” Usopp asked, quirking a brow at the end of his question as he turned his gaze from you to Sanji. 

Sanji blinked in confusion, his eyebrows knitting together for a second before looking down at his crewmate. “Yeah...” he said slowly before continuing, “Her cheeks looked a little pink so I figured-” 

“Oh?” Usopp asked, his voice becoming louder. “You noticed the color of her cheeks, from that far away?” 

“Usopp,” you hissed louder but it fell on deaf ears. Once your friend got on a roll, there was little anyone could do about it. Especially when it came to teasing you about your feelings for Sanji. 

“Yeah,” Sanji replied to Usopp’s question with a confused smile. “What are you-” 

“GO FISH!” you blurted out loudly, cutting Sanji off and having both men turn their eyes towards you.  

“Huh?” Usopp blinked his eyes at you, suddenly remembering the game in front of him. “But I didn’t even ask you anything y/n. And you just drew a card, so it’s your turn to ask me.” 

You let out a quiet sigh of relief at the fact that Usopp stopped grilling Sanji with all of those embarrassing questions right in front of you....even though you couldn’t help but perk up at the fact that Sanji in fact had been watching you from the kitchen, and that he was sweet enough to bring you (and Usopp) some water.  

“Well, I tried,” you shrugged and lied, “but you just kept yapping so you didn’t hear me. Do you have the Queen of hearts?” 

Usopp studied you for a brief moment before looking at his cards, smirking to himself. “You know y/n, it’s funny you asked about the Queen of hearts,” he said as he plucked the requested card from his hand and reached out to give it to you, “since you make heart eyes yourself whenever you look at-” 

“GOOD game Usopp!” you practically yelled as you threw your cards down onto the barrel and stood up, hoping your outburst drowned out the name Usopp was about to so stupidly blurt out. You shook his free hand with both of yours as you said, “You totally win my friend.” 

“What?” Sanji laughed slightly as he watched you and Usopp shake hands. The poor guy was as confused as ever. “But the game isn’t over.” 

You looked Usopp dead in the eye as tightened your grip on his hand. “Oh no, it’s over. He definitely won.”  

Yeah, he won alright. He won the game of making your life a living hell and embarrassing you in front of Sanji. He won the gold medal in that game. 

“I sure did,” Usopp agreed triumphantly, putting his cards down. 

You dropped his hand and took the glass of cold water that Sanji had so generously poured, the cold glass making you feel better already. “Thank you for this Sanji. I think I’ll go enjoy this on my hammock inside.” 

You couldn’t bear to look at Sanji, feeling humiliated for no reason with your face on fire, you stepped away from the barrel sipping your water as you made your way across the deck towards the ship’s living quarters.  

“Yeah, that’s a good idea y/n!” Usopp called, giddy from the high that could only come from successfully teasing a friend. “Maybe that’ll help calm down your flushed face!” 

Before stepping inside, you flipped off a laughing Usopp, completely missing the brief look of disappointment in Sanji’s eyes as he watched you go. 

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[totalswag]

pairs love - DREW STARKEY

authors not since drew is in pairs at the fashion shows i thought why not write something cute and adorable. like can we talk about how freaking good he looked walking around ugh. the poll is officially over and the rafe series won! ima start working on the master list and have it up.

summary you come out to visit your boyfriend in pairs during fashion week.

warnings kissing in front of the Eiffel Tower

Drew was invited to two fashion shows in Paris: menswear for Prada and Loewe menswear. He left three days ago, while you stayed at home to put the finishing touches on your flower garden.

You couldn't be more proud of your boyfriend with all the success he's gained over the past couple years. He truly deserves this. Getting the recognition he deserves.

Last night, you landed in Pairs, drained from hours on the plane and eager to shower and sleep on a bed. It felt good seeing Drew and being in his arms. Although it was three days without each other, you always miss his presence.

Drew had the day off, so he planned to take you out to dinner, walk around, shopping, and visit the Eiffel Tower. He advised you to get enough rest early so you have enough rest to explore the Pairs at night.

During dinner, Drew spoke about what the shows were like and meeting celebs he's seen in movies or other people for the first time. It was really cool hearing what he had to say.

You were quite excited to visit the Eiffel Tower. You've always wanted to see it in person someday. Your inner child was jumping up and down inside.

"That restaurant was so delicious; I can see why you enjoy it so much," you tell Drew, tucking your hands into your coat to keep them warm from the cold.

"I'm glad to hear that you liked it baby," He smiles, tilts his head to the side, and blushes.

You chuckle as you playfully nudge his arm. He pretends to fall on his side, with a dramatic expression on his face.

"You are such a dork," you laugh.

"Your favorite dork, dork," he responds in a playful tone, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as you continue walking down the sidewalk.

Drew and you went inside a few stores that caught your eye; you might've bought a few things. Drew watched you in awe as you showed him different clothing throughout the store.

"What do you think about this one?" You inquired Drew, holding two clothes that piqued your interest.

Drew hurriedly glances aside from the apparel rack he was browsing. His brows furrow as he casts a stern stare with his pointer finger on his chin.

"I think both will look great on you, but I'd go with this one because it draws your eyes out," he says casually, sweeping his arm toward the shirt you first showed him.

"You are too sweet, you know that" you reply as you turn around, putting back the other clothing item.

He loves seeing you happy. He knew how much you've always wanted to visit Pairs and thought this was the best time to go.

"Thank you for the stuff, baby," you grin, gripping his hand and lifting the bag with your other hand.

When you went out of the last store, you heard people heading in your direction, fans. They walked forward with grins on their faces, carrying items for him to sign and their phones for photos.

When one fan spotted you were with him, she screamed your name out in delight, and the rest followed after. You put your free hand over your heart with a pout before beaming at the little fans.

We love you Drew

This is the best day of my life

I can't believe he's in front of me

He's so beautiful in person

Drew started taking pictures with the fans; giving them hugs, making videos for fans that couldn't make it, signed a few things, and had conversations.

Fans also came up to as well. They were all so sweet and caring. One fan came up to you with tears forming in her eyes, you opened your arms to welcome her.

You are so sweet, Y/N

You are so gorgeous

Can't believe you are here too

I love your relationship with Drew

When word spread that Drew was in a relationship, all of the fans went crazy, searching for who this mystery girl was. You were apprehensive about how the fans might react.

You eventually posted a TikTok video with your best friend, Madelyn Cline, and Drew happened to be in the background; people then connected the dots. In the end, they loved and admired you.

Being in a relationship with someone in the public spotlight offers advantages and disadvantages, but you wouldn't alter it for anything, especially if you love them.

"Don't cry now love," you tell her softly, "what's your name?" She tells you her name and goes on to explain how much she loves you and your content you post.

"That's so sweet of you, thank you."

You spent ten minutes with the girls until it was ready to go look at the Eiffel Tower.

The Eiffel Tower was everything you've dreamed of. Seeing it in person was one of the best feelings in the world. So many emotions were going through your body.

You got out your phone to capture some photos and videos to share later tomorrow. Drew snapped a photo of you with his digital camera, capturing the tower, and he couldn't help but smile.

He carefully put his arms around your waist, drawing you into his front, chin on top of your head, rocking you side to side slowly and silently while savoring the moment.

"This has been one of the greatest days of my entire life. Being here with you in your arms in Pairs. I just want to say thank your for bringing me out here and experiencing this."

You feel your body relax in his touch, allowing a sigh to escape your lips, your head to strike his chest, and giving him the opportunity to kiss you.

You two don't give a damn whether anyone witnesses you kissing at this point. Right now, just the two of you matter because you are in love. And you are in Pairs.

"I had to bring you out here with me, of course, sweetheart. You keep me warm, too, and I love holding you in my arms. However, when you consider it, this is our first trip to Europe as a couple” he says.

You move your body around so that your chests are against one another. In return, you up on your small toes and wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him all over his face.

I love you.

I love you more.

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[star-girl69]

Because Of You

Clarisse La Rue x Fem!AphroditeCabin!Reader

—-

synopsis: years after your rite of passage, the boy who’s heart you broke just won’t leave you alone. clarisse, your girlfriend, quickly decides she’s not a fan.

a/n: should i stop procrastinating and then forcing myself to write shitty fics quickly? probably. but not today!! this is kinda just like an au of dont delete the kisses but… you guessed it… IDC!!!!!!!! from this ask

thank you all so much for patiently waiting i love y’all soooooo muuccchhhhhh 🫶🫶💋 as i mentioned on my acc i have the next week off from school, pls expect more content then!!

Because Of You - Lana Del Rey (Unreleased)

warnings: NOT PROOFREAD, this sucks so bad y’all sorry lolllll, y/n is a year round camper!, starts out very background heavy but i really don’t care 😭, creepy men UGH, ugly bitches not being able to let shit go, im gonna say sexual harassment just incase, swearing, usual demigod stuff y’all know what you’re getting into, jealous!clarisse YESSS, possessive!clarisse ik i screamed!!, protective!clarisse too, slightly graphic makeout scene, i think that’s all, tell me if i missed anything!!

—-

When you were young, you were thrilled by the thought of love.

The idea of belonging not only with someone- bodies fitting together like puzzles pieces- but belonging to someone- wrapping around you like a warm blanket.

Later, your half-siblings would describe mostly similar experiences to yours- an overwhelming desire to be loved, wanted, needed. Ever since you ran into camp with a monster hot on your heels and satyr shouting encouragement next to you- everyone’s stared at you. They poke and prod, they act like they’ve never seen a daughter of Aphrodite before.

It’s annoying, but it makes you feel good- but not quite.

Until Alek came along.

You were both 13, you still believed in soulmates, and you wanted nothing more than to be with each other for the rest of your lives.

You were 13, and he felt like the only one for you.

And when you had to break up with him to fulfill your rite of passage- it felt like the world was ending. You cried for days and begged your sister Phoebe to say it wasn’t a true, it was just a mean, mean prank.

But she couldn’t tell you that, and there were more types of love that romantic.

While you longed to hold someone, to be held- you also craved your mother’s approval like you were starving. You wanted her love, you wanted her to visit you in your dreams, you wanted gifts from her, you wanted everything and anything she could give you.

So, it hurt like you had never known hurt before, but you did it. Alek seemed entirely indifferent to it, almost ignoring you and pretending you hadn’t said it- but you felt a warmness around you, a dove flew between trees, you knew your mother was there and she approved.

Breaking up with Alek felt like the sun had exploded on top of you.

Being with Clarisse felt like the sun was wrapped around you.

—-

After Alek’s initial denial, he went through all the other stages of grief, mourned your relationship like you did, and you came out on the other side with a one-sided agreement to forget it ever happened.

Alek got stuck. Or went back. He started to believe that you were still meant to be, that much you could tell.

Until that day at the training fields when your hand slipped at archery and you almost shot Clarisse in the head- and she had glared at you so harshly while you ran over and examined her head, gushing out apologies and fretting over her.

She pushed you away, hand lingering for a second, eyes softening before she quickly looked away.

“Just… be more careful,” she had said, almost like a question, like she wasn’t sure the words were coming out of her mouth.

And, Gods, were you terrified it was all some secret plan. Make you think it was alright only to corner you in the woods and probably kill you, or something.

And when she asked the next day to teach you how to shoot a bow, you agreed with tears in your eyes, knowing of her reputation, and it took a lot of trust and a lot of swapped secrets for her to prove to you it wasn’t all some elaborate plan.

But even if her plan was to kill you the entire time, you fell in love over her fixing your stance, hands brushing as you accidentally grabbed the same arrow, stolen looks across the pavilion.

It wasn’t until a random kid bumped into you, making you fall and twist your ankle. Clarisse had this look in her eyes that was so genuine, so full of love and care for you, softly caressing your leg after she had punched the other kid in the face.

And you realize as she said you were doing great, limping while she helped you to the infirmary, that this was something.

And as much as you hated the violence being committed over you, it was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen, and the warmth in your chest was all you had ever wanted. This was what it was like to belong with someone, to someone, with her, to her.

This was what it was like to be admired. Loved. Wanted. Needed.

And when she softly told you goodbye, you had kissed the corner of her lips and thanked her- turning to walk into your cabin, ankle already feeling better thanks to the ambrosia.

She grabbed you by the wrist and turned you around, pulling you against her tightly and kissing you so harshly like she had just found the secret to the world in her lips on yours, her hands on your hips.

And when she finally pulled away, embarrassing strings of spit connecting your lips, she said she was sorry. Probably the first time she had ever said that to someone, and you smiled.

“Sorry. It’s just… once your lips were on mine, I don’t think I can ever stop. I don’t wanna stop.”

And she kissed you again and it was all you ever wanted out of this life- to love and be loved, to hold and to be held, and it was all because of her.

—-

The welcome back campfire is your favorite time of year.

It’s when the camp comes alive, when the Gods themselves seem to return to this place- even Mr. D is a bit more lively with all the pure infectious energy running through the first few days of camp. Everyone’s getting settled, classes haven’t started quite yet, and the year round campers get a much needed break.

As much as you and Clarisse wanted to keep things private, when she punches someone in the middle of the pavilion for accidentally bumping into you, it’s not hard to figure out Clarisse cares for you more than she does anyone else.

And after one of your younger siblings, Cara, a 12-year-old notorious for staying up late, saw you and Clarisse kissing that first night- it spread like wildfire.

But it was the winter, so it still felt secret, until summer rolled around and Clarisse kept getting more and more annoyed by every camper who entered the gates. She would grab at you in the middle of meals, drag you into her bed, even kiss you in public- do all these things that seemed so out of character for her, but she was a different person when she was with you.

Everyone had been looking at you oddly all night, shocked, confused, even Clarisse has cracked a genuine smile at someone who dropped their drink- squeezing your hand.

Maybe they had all heard the rumors. Maybe they didn’t believe them.

But it’s all cleared up when Clarisse leads you to the best seat, the log not too far from the fire but not too close, wrapping her arms around you and kissing your temple.

Your cheeks heat up, only because Clarisse is never this touchy in public, and never around this many people before.

All of the eyes on you feel weird- they feel so judging.

And you’re not used to that, however vain it may be.

“Everyone’s staring at us,” you mumble, shuffling closer to Clarisse so your legs are pressed together.

She leans her head against your shoulder. “‘S okay. Don’t worry about ‘em, baby.”

You huff. “Did no one ever teach them it’s rude to stare, though? Like… c’mon.”

She sighs dramatically, lifting her head from your shoulder.

“Stop fuckin’ staring,” she says. Not quiet shouting, but her voice is loud and forceful. Her voice carries weight.

And eventually, at the risk of Clarisse’s wrath, all the wandering eyes stop.

A few of Clarisse’s siblings laugh from around you, commenting that the stares were getting a bit ridiculous, everyone just grateful that you all might get a little reprieve from the overwhelming stares and whispers.

But, you still feel uneasy. Clarisse kisses your shoulder.

And while you look around at the faces very pointedly not staring at you, there’s one person who still is. You roll your eyes, open your mouth to comment on it- but your mouth quickly snaps close at the sight of Alek.

—-

You don’t mention it to Clarisse. Maybe because breaking his heart haunts you, maybe what could have been haunts you.

You try not to think of Alek or that night, you try not to think of the entire age of 13. You always knew that Alek never quite let you go. He still sort of believed that the two of you would come back together- subscribing to some abstract belief soulmates.

You don’t think about Alek. Everything you do is because of her, because of Clarisse.

Sometimes, knowing you have secret admirers makes you feel all happy, but now that Clarisse sneaks you into her cabin every night- it makes you feel weird. You really don’t want anyone except for Clarisse, the idea of even being near someone else kinda disgusts you.

But, you choose to believe that maybe he was just shocked, and he’ll get over it in a few days.

You spend your days in the summer sun with Clarisse, holding her hand on walks through the strawberry fields, still using your archery lessons to spend time together, staring at each other from across the pavilion at meals, dreaming about a future together when it gets dark and you’re forced to whisper softly.

Alek is just always lurking. Is it coincidence? Is he stalking you? Every time you’re with Clarisse, trying to enjoy a nice date, he’s there- staring at you like a lovesick puppy.

And if it wasn’t because of her, you would probably be flattered. But you have Clarisse, you’ve moved on, you’re in love and happy.

It’s the late afternoon, you’re trying to enjoy a long moment with her, breathe in the sweet smell and just feel how happy you are, know it’s because of her.

The fields are still crowded with kids who pushed off their chores until the end of the day, so you and Clarisse stay on the outskirts. Not too far into the woods that’s filled with satyrs and nymphs who have grown very hostile towards any two campers who make their way into the woods. But not too close.

You don’t even register that other people are there. You’re going on about your annoying half-brother, she’s pretending to listen intently- but it’s just enough to be here with her, and at least she’s listening to the sound of your voice. At least that brings her some comfort, and that makes you feel good.

“And then, he said-” you trail off, feeling like something’s crawling all over you, practically being able to feel the anger in the air.

“Hm, what?” Clarisse asks, snapping out of her reverie at your silence.

Alek is glaring at you, of course. It just feels so juvenile. You had received letters from him for years- ones that he didn’t sign- but you knew. He said that the two of you had so much more to give together, that a second chance was all he needed to make you forget about the rite of passage, about pleasing your mother.

Clarisse squeezes your hand, leaning closer to you.

You used to like the feeling of getting those letters, of knowing you were loved and wanted. But now, with Clarisse, because of her- it feels wrong.

She follows your eye line and Alek quickly looks away, back down at the strawberries he’s supposed to be picking.

Clarisse’s hand tightens around yours.

“Who the hell is that?” she huffs.

You suck in a breath. “Alek.”

“Al-huh?”

You smile, despite how uneasy you feel.

“Alek, Clarisse. From my rite of passage?”

“Oh,” she nods, nose scrunching ever so slightly. “The one who left you those creepy letters? Has he left anymore?”

“No, no,” you say, risking one more glance at his back- just to assure yourself. Maybe you’re just making it all up. “Not since last summer. I mean, he was staring at us the night of the bonfire too, he’s always around on all our dates- it’s just creepy, at this point.”

“Sounds like the fucker has a death wish,” she drawls. “I’d be happy to help him with it.”

You bump her shoulder with yours. “Yeah, yeah Miss Violence.”

She smiles back, but she searches her eyes and you can tell she doesn’t like what she sees.

“Hey, c’mon. I’ll kill him if he pulls some shit again.”

“Clarisse.”

“Beat him up?”

“Clarisse.”

“Physically threaten him?”

“Clar-”

She smacks her hand over your mouth. “Shhh,” she smiles. “Don’t stress. I’ll take care of it.”

“Clarisse!” you shout, laughing, but her hand is still pressed tight over your moth.

“Oh, sorry, baby, I can’t hear you!”

“Bitch,” you hiss, and she frowns.

“Mean.”

—-

Clarisse, unfortunately, is true to her word.

Alek finally leaves you a note. It’s simple, unsigned, but obviously him. You recognize his chicken scratch scrawl.

All it says is:

I miss you, we could be something

She writes him a note back, a long one- first talking about all of her accomplishments as a daughter of Ares, then detailing all the ways she’ll make him regret thinking about you.

She tells you now, whispers in her bed, she laughs and your mouth hangs open.

“Clarisse!” you gasp, scolding her with a soft hit to her shoulder.

She rolls her eyes and moves closer to you.

“What else was I supposed to do? Ignore it? You don’t know me if you think I could just ignore some random dude flirting with my girlfriend. He’s a fuckin’ weirdo, and hopefully that note will teach him somethin’.”

“I mean. I doubt it will,” you mumble after a moment.

She smiles, your heart squeezes- because her smile is so beautiful- and because Clarisse never smiles like this. It’s bloodthirsty. It’s almost inhuman. It’s Godly.

“Then I’ll have to teach him in… other terms.”

—-

Dinner this evening is slow and relaxed. It’s Friday, so you’ve all made it to the end of the first official week of camp. Chiron let’s the rules fade away tonight, cabin tables have been abandoned and everyone sits where they want.

A few Hermes kids volunteered to start a fire, Mr D is busy trying to get the new kids to sneak him some alcohol- but he’s hard pressed to find ones who haven’t already been warned not to.

The energy in the air is infectious. The promise of a late wake up tomorrow, a fun night, the feeling of the moon and the fire, warmth on your skin- it’s a recipe for lowered inhibitions, for everything to come a little easier.

Clarisse sits next to you a table in the pavilion. You’re surrounded by Silena and Beckendorf, a few Hermes kids, a few Ares kids- a big mosh of random campers squeezed together at this one table- but it works, for whatever reason.

There’s nothing like laughing at someone’s shitty joke and feeling Clarisse laugh with you, pressed close to her so you can feel her chest rumble, feel her arm squeeze around you.

“He did what?!” Silena screeches, looking at you with wide eyes.

You laugh at her shock, at the audacity of Alek.

She sneaks a quick glance at Clarisse, who seems entirely engrossed in her siblings’ arm wresting tournament at the next table over.

“Yeah,” you sigh, feeling sort of complacent with it now. It’s not like anything will change. You’re here because of her, because of Clarisse. Everything you do is because of her.

Breathing, eating, sleeping. Basic human functions and the need to survive has only strengthened with the motivation of staying alive for her.

“Anyways,” you smile. “Clarisse left him back this big, long note. All about how she’s the strongest girl at camp,” you roll your eyes, but you’re smiling too big to be anything but joking. Besides, everyone knows she’s probably right. “And then threatened him a whole bunch. So, hopefully, he’ll just get his head out of his ass and then everything will be good again.”

You breathe out at the end of your small rant, and Silena smiles sympathetically.

“Hopefully,” she echoes.

But, because of Clarisse, because of her arms around you, you don’t feel anything but peace.

—-

Of course, life is not straightforward for demigods.

At the end of the day, you’re doomed to fall in your parents footsteps- except there is no immortality for you to fall back on. You’re vain and you’re proud, just like your parents, and you step too far, jump too high, and you’re as left dust on the floor.

Even though the same path had been left out for you to repeat, doomed footsteps to follow in, you step where they stepped and expect a different end.

The night is pitch black, besides for the brilliant stars and the bright, bright moon. It makes everything feel so private and secret. It makes Clarisse relax, makes her hold you closer but looser.

It feels good to feel her arm loose around you. She’s not afraid of you disappearing, because she knows of someone dragged you away you would rise up from the waves and straight back into her, into her arms.

The Apollo kids are playing music, voices hum along, the night is on fire with the crackles and the rising smoke, on fire with the peace, the content.

It feels like nothing can hurt you here.

But you’re a demigod, and life is not that easy.

The seat next to you is abandoned, and you barely even take notice as it’s quickly filled again- but you take notice of the eyes on you, of the body leaning forward to speak softly to you.

The fact that he’s here, the fact that he blatantly didn’t listen- you suppose you could have felt some sympathy for before, craving a life that wasn’t his anymore. Living off of memories made him too hungry.

Your mouth presses into a thin line as you recognize the voice in your ear.

“Y/N, I jus’ wanna talk.”

The rest of the table has fallen silent, and you realize everyone had almost immediately taken notice of his entrance- and you could tell by the way Clarisse’s body was tense against yours- he would regret ever coming over here.

“Clarisse,” you mumble, shifting closer to her.

She hooks her head over her shoulder, shifting completely so she’s straddling the bench, pressed up against your back.

Her tone is genuinely confused.

“Are you, like, okay in the head?”

The table, previously silent with fear, now bubbles with forced laughter.

“It’s not of your business,” Alek says, staring directly into your eyes. You feel like a deer caught in headlights, just completely shocked, too scared to move like it will all become real.

Clarisse puts her hand on your forehead and floats it down across your face, and your eyes voluntarily flutter shut.

“You’re not even worthy of being looked at by her,” and you can hear the smile on her voice. She confidence seeping from her pores- you can feel it all with the way she’s protectively wrapped around you.

“Y/N,” he says again, ignoring her through gritted teeth. “I just want to talk.”

“If you say one more fuckin’ word to my girlfriend I’m gonna kill you.”

There’s no smile on her voice, no edge of a joke. Not even angry. She’s deathly calm. She’s focused, like a 20 pound weight sinking to the bottom of the sea. She cuts through whatever she has to and everything else knows to avoid her.

You don’t know why the hell Alek just can’t let the 13 year old version of you go, why he’s looking something where there’s nothing, and you’re just so done with all of this.

You open your eyes, sitting up, letting Clarisse’s arms fall around you in confusion.

“Alek,” you start, softly. “We dated for a month when we were 13. That’s all it was, that’s all it’s ever gonna be. It’s over, okay?”

“Exactly,” he breathes. “A month when we were 13- and we were that good together? We could do so much more now, I wanna show you.”

“Okay, I’m done,” you mumble, standing up.

And without you in between, Alek finally gets a good look at the daughter of war. She’s pure, streamlined muscle. Every inch of her body has been meticulously trained to kill monsters- Alek knows that killing him would be easy.

Clarisse cracks her knuckles and you almost laugh at how cinematic it is.

—-

You hum as you run the alcohol pad over her split knuckles. Clarisse likes to leave the scars like this, the small ones, let them heal on her own. Even though she winces at the feeling, you know she’ll be walking around, proudly showing off her scabs until they finally fade away. She’ll cross her fingers and hope they scar, probably.

Clarisse watches you with admiration, admiring your movements, your voice, even though you’re really not doing anything special. But, to her, everything you do is special.

“Did you see how bad his face was?” she asks, trying to remain calm, but eagerness slips into her voice.

“I did,” you laugh. “It was real bad, baby. Good job.”

She huffs, as if it’s common knowledge.

“I always do a good job, just matters what level of good I’m on. I think this was one of my best works though, huh?”

She admires her split knuckles and you roll your eyes, finally starting to put some bandaids on the clean wounds.

“You’re crazy,” you mutter.

She shrugs. “You’re the one who let me. You’re the one who loves me.”

“Yeah,” you mumble after a moment, not really wanting to lie to her, tease her right now. She smiles soft and sweet, placing her fingertips against your jawline and leaning forward.

“Did you like watching me?” she breathes, her low voice hitting you right in the stomach, breath against your lips.

You circle her biceps with your hands and run them up and down the tense muscle.

“You know I did.”

“Three months no dessert,” she smiles.

“Three months of sharing with you,” you laugh. She smiles wider before finally, mercifully, putting her lips on yours.

Everything you do is because of Clarisse. It feels so good to be close to her like this- practically in her lap- fo feel how strong she is, to know what she did for you today.

It feels so good to know she loves you.

When you pull away, trying to chase her, she dodges you and kisses your jawline, your neck, and you throw your head back and release the most unladylike sounds as she leaves hickies on your neck, seemingly determined to make them as dark as possible, as easy to see. And a lot of them.

“Jealous?” you say, biting your lip to keep in a moan.

“Just want everyone to know you’re my girl. Want everyone to know who makes you feel good, feel loved, huh?”

You stomach twists and your mind goes blank.

“Huh?” she repeats, sticking her face in your neck to breathe in and out, catching her breath. “Why you feelin’ like this, baby?”

“Because of you,” you breathe. “Because of you, Clarisse.”

—-

y/n walking around the next day looking like she got attacked by a vampire

silena trying to be happy for y’all but also concerned for your health

clarisse just being proud as hell

—-

this was small so idk if y’all picked it up but clarisse was jealous before alek even came along- jealous that there were more campers coming! like? she just doesn’t like unworthy losers looking at her girl 🙄

—-

possessive!clarisse i love you so much baby

—-

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#clarisse la rue #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse la rue x y/n #clarisse la rue x you #pjo tv show #pjo x reader

[psuedosugu]

Ohhhh my golly I saw your Vox x daughter reader an it got me thinking now HEAR ME OUT….what if reader got bored on day an just went for a walk and somehow came across Alastor, now let’s say Alastor’s a lil confused like he never knew Vox had a daughter and readers like *sad sigh* “I’d be surprised if anyone knew” an Alastors all fatherly to her at first it was to get dirt on Vox without reader realizing but in the end he just liked hanging out with her. Eventually Vox noticed how his daughter is gone half the time but reader just convinces her dad that she’s always home and how HES the one always away. Change the ending how you see fit or do whatever you like but UGH I love your writing stay hydrated and eat wellll🩵

assjjjkkj thank youuu the amount of feedback ive gotten on this acc that ive only been posting on for like 3 days is insane, anyways this is such an interesting idea omgee

cw: reader having some emotionally absent daddy issues

fem reader

pt 1 here

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͙͘͡★ || so you had just gone out on an innocent walk, right?

͙͘͡★ || well, technically snuck out since your dad doesn’t like you going out by yourself.

͙͘͡★ || theres bad people out there! what if you got kidnapped or something?

͙͘͡★ || no one recognizes you, of course, since he doesn’t really talk about you let alone shows you to the public.

͙͘͡★ || you appreciate him for that, you guess, it must be annoying to not be able to go anywhere without a bunch of microphones in your face.

͙͘͡★ || you just wish he was around more! he barely makes any time for you and yeah, his work is super important and time consuming but you’re his daughter!

͙͘͡★ || lost in thought, you bump into a dude in the sidewalk.

͙͘͡★ || “whoops! excuse me, ma’am!”, he says in a weird, static-ish voice.

͙͘͡★ || your skeleton almost jumps out of your skin when you look up.

͙͘͡★ || the radio demon, the guy that your dad has had beef with since you were little

͙͘͡★ || you just stare at him with a “ :o “ look on your face, not knowing if you should run or not.

“little girl, are you, um, alright?” he stares down at you, slightly confused.

“im…uhhh…im okay!”

“you’ve heard of me, i suppose.”

“i guess…. my dad doesn’t really like you.”

“and who might your father be, hm?”

“yk the tv dude? the one thats, like, everywhere? yeah, that him.”

“hmm…interesting…i wasn’t aware he had a daughter…”

“well, he doesn’t really talk about…..”

͙͘͡★ || at this point you stop blabbing mid sentence, realizing you probably shouldn’t have said all of that to his sworn enemy.

͙͘͡★ || what if he does kidnap you and holds you for ransom?

͙͘͡★ || but he doesn’t do that, surprisingly.

͙͘͡★ || he asks you why you’re out alone so late and you shrug, saying that your dad wasn’t really there to stop you.

͙͘͡★ || you were naive and alastor was planning to use that to his advantage, not to hurt you, but to hurt vox.

͙͘͡★ || what would he think when he found out that his own daughter was buddy-buddy with his sworn enemy?

͙͘͡★ || he’d feel like a failure of a father, and thats what alastor wanted, to get under his skin.

͙͘͡★ || you guys walked while you told him everything, about him being away all the time, about you feeling lonely, while he nodded along

͙͘͡★ || you guys even stopped at one of those old timey bar places and bought you a milkshake!

͙͘͡★ || eventually you headed home, your dad hadn’t noticed you had been gone which figures.

͙͘͡★ || this became routine, you hung out with alastor and he gave you advice and stuff. you thought that if he had an ulterior motive it would’ve shown itself by now but no, it hadn’t.

͙͘͡★ || alastor himself had started to forget why he had even started all of this. he found himself enjoying your company and actually caring about you.

͙͘͡★ || after a while vox started to notice that he’s been seeing you less than he usually does.

͙͘͡★ || i mean, the tower is big but cmon! there were days where he would barely see you at all! where were you going?

͙͘͡★ || he confronted you about it at dinner one day.

“[name], dearest, i cant help but notice that i haven’t been seeing you around much lately. what’ve you been up to?”

͙͘͡★ || you pause, looking up from your food.

“i, um, dont know what you’re talking about.”

͙͘͡★ || he furrows his (virtual) eyebrows.

“is that so?”

“mhm!”

͙͘͡★ || vox is reasonably skeptical and resorts to spying on you through your smartwatch because of course you have a voxtech branded smartwatch!

͙͘͡★ || hes absolutely livid when he finds out who you’ve been sneaking out to be with and he’s waiting for you when you get home.

͙͘͡★ || you’re indefinitely grounded until he says so and he starts tracking where you go in the tower.

͙͘͡★ || he knows that its a violation of privacy and stuff but dont you see that he’s trying to protect you? alastor is dangerous! he doesn’t get how you didn’t see it earlier.

͙͘͡★ || alastor does succeed on what he set out to do, though. vox is distraught, feeling like a horrible father. he even vents to valentino about it out of all the people!

“-i mean, what kind of father doesn’t even notice their own child sneaking out in broad daylight every day? i should’ve paid more attention to her, im a failure!”

“mhm….yeah….”

͙͘͡★ || val obviously doesn’t give a shit.

͙͘͡★ || after not bumping into you for a while and seeing the up in vox slandering him online, alastor figures what happened.

͙͘͡★ || he’s glad that he succeeded in his mission to bother vox further but does miss talking to you.

͙͘͡★ || vox does vow to make more time for you and be a more attentive dad, so i guess some good comes out of this.

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[evilwickedme]

This wasn't asked for because nobody in their right mind would ask for this but this is a fic rec list of fics I cannot stop rereading

Just started yet another reread of Inimitable Verse by deniigiq and I fully plan on rereading their into the multiverse series which occasionally crosses over also - this is a Spider-Man/team red focused series, think comics canon infused early mcu-spidey since only homecoming had come out for a non substantial amount of time they were working on the series and the daredevil stuff is explicitly tv show AND comics. Also the multiverse series is how I got into Murderdock and therefore how I got into Spider Gwen

Unpretty's Sorrowful And Immaculate Hearts series which is just a loosely interconnected series of DC fics. My personal favorites are Empty Graves, in which Martha Kent keeps killing time travelers trying to kill baby! Clark; any of their clois fics but especially Third Wheel; and Anti-Social, which is a social media fic mostly about Tim and Bruce that made me cry laughing. Catch Bruce trying to get Walmart's employees to unionize. Also shout out to unpretty's only fic with Jason in it, it looks awesome but is tragically incomplete

This particular Reverse Robin AU which put in the work to reverse every single younger generation and is chef's kiss I LOVE this version of Tim he's wild

Both of Shoalsea's fics are in constant rotation for me I talk about Into The Brighter Night all the time in the tags of reblogs and stuff it truly lives in my head rent free. Anyway Tim gets kidnapped by aliens and the batfam have to watch as yj98 saves him and it's angsty and funny and such a good take on what could have been if the new 52 hadn't happened. And Compassion Builds No House is about Tim and Pru from Red Robin. Ugh they're both so good

Speaking of Clois (I did you've just forgotten this by now) brilliant (like a confession) by kathkin (penny-anna on the hellsite) is so fucking good I'm. Okay. Anyway it'll be listed as inspiration if/when I finally post my two person love triangle fic for them

I'm too anxious to catch up on this before it's done but jumble sale chic is hands down the best spideydevil fic series despite and because of the omegaverse

Make A Little Birdhouse In Your Soul is my favorite take on Jason, period, and has a lot of fantastic Damian stuff going on too. It's updating every few weeks still! Sometimes more often! I love you bacondoughnut it's me JustGail the person who will not stop commenting on your fic you're stuck with me forever

I lied above Rumspringa Murderdock is what got me into Murderdock but that series is second place. I found this one while scrolling through the tv show's mattfoggy tag, thinking I was safe

Speaking of Murderdock mattfoggy, The Lawyer All the Wickedness was written early on in spider-gwen's history and so diverges from canon really early in ways that I think are super interesting and creative

Oh also straight on 'til morning by merils (Tumblr url mamawasatesttube) does SUCH a great job unpacking Kon's trauma and building up healthy relationships around him including a budding timkon romance and yeah it makes me sad and happy at the same time

We're getting into poisonivory territory so just trust if you like the pairing and poisonivory is writing it you'll like it. Ok rapidfire

Like A Handprint On My Heart mattfoggy soulmate au with a twist

Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow? Damijon future fic/au. Jon came back from the future when both of them were 19. Demisexual!Damian at its best. Damian's terrified of being abandoned by Jon again and it made my heart hurt

I feel like I've already recommended every JayRoy fic by poisonivory and genuinely I do reread them all, sometimes in order of publication if I'm in a particular mood. Maybe the one I've read most though is I've Got the Feeling You're the Right Thing After All which is about Roy and Jason starting a fwb thing while Roy still harbors old feelings for Dick. Can't see anything going wrong here lmao

Mmm this post is long enough so I'll leave it at just superhero fic for now but I do in fact have the ability to do a whole post just for the Witcher or Leverage so I might do that. Anyway thanks for following me on yet another burst of insanity it will happen again

#fic recs #team red #spiderman #mattfoggy #murderdock #daredevil #spideydevil #damijon #timkon #jayroy #clois #batfam #superfam #marvel comics #dd tv #marvel #dc #gail speaks #if I didn't also list their tumblr urls we're not mutuals #although obviously a lot of them are in fact on tumblr

[bella-rose29]

Arranged Marriages - Epilogue

As promised :)

Also two parts in one day? Look at me go

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: swearing, a very tiny mention of death (Dominik), but other than that this is pure fluff and love (although I'm realising as I write it that the beginning does not give that impression lol)

Tag list: @kentucky-criedfricken, @hauntedenthusiasttragedy, @kateswone, @simbaaas-stuff, @polli05927, @historianthesecond, @ell0ra-br3kk3r

(Look at how pretty he is I love him)

"NIKOLAI LANTSOV, WHERE ARE YOU?"

He was hiding in a cupboard, trying not to give away his location.

Genya was mad at him, and he was fearing for his life right now. Although it was hardly his fault, since he and Y/N had both made the decision to wait to share the news, but the Tailor wasn't mad at his wife, which Nikolai thought was incredibly unfair. Bright light suddenly appeared, forcing him to shut his eyes, squinting against the sun now streaming in through the open door.

Shit.

"Found you, you little fucker," she grinned, although her smile was more reminiscent of a shark than anything else. David stood awkwardly behind her, and Nikolai guessed that he'd been dragged around by his wife in her quest for vengeance.

"How, in the name of all the Saints, could you not tell me that Y/N is pregnant?! Do you have any idea how long I'm going to need to plan the events?! To decide on every detail?! By the time I'm ready for a baby shower, your child will be thirty years old!" With each emphasised word, she whacked him in the chest, and when she was done Nikolai pressed a hand to the spot, rubbing over where he was sure a bruise would form.

"We decided we would wait until we were sure! Figured it would be worse if we got everybody's hopes up only for it to end up not happening! Please stop hitting me!" Genya sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Fine! Fine, but I'm expecting to be in charge of everything, alright? And I want my name in there somehow."

"What if it's a boy?"

"Then use David's name." At the mention of his name, he looked up, bewildered look on his face. Seeing Genya's expression, he nodded in agreement (although Nikolai suspected that the man had very little idea what he was agreeing to).

"Of course, my love."

The doors to the room banged open as Zoya swept in, fury on her face.

Here we go again, he thought tiredly.

"She's pregnant?! Why did neither of you tell me?! I'm her best friend and your most trusted General! So why am I finding out from some random healer that you're expecting a baby?!"

"Would everybody please stop hitting me!" Zoya had been doing the same as Genya, and had managed to pinpoint the exact same spot when she smacked him. He sighed. "Look. We're both very sorry that we didn't tell you sooner, but as I said to Genya, we didn't want to get anybody's hopes up. We wanted to be sure about it first, and then tell people. Besides, we also wanted a little time just to ourselves; you know what people are like here, once they find something like this out, the baby isn't really ours, it's Ravka's."

The women paused, sharing a glance.

"Ugh, fine," Zoya said. "Where is she then, I want to go congratulate her and wish her luck on having two children to deal with."

"But she's only going to have one?"

When Zoya gave him a pointed look, he realised what she meant.

"You mean me, don't you? I'm... I'm the other child. Great, thank you for that, Zoya. Don't you have an army to run instead of making fun of me?"

"Don't you have a country to lead, instead of hiding in a cupboard?"

"She's in the gardens, and I'm not hiding in a cupboard. I am inspecting the interior to see how it was made. I'm planning on trying to make one for myself."

She snorted, turning on her heel and exiting the room. "Whatever you say, Lantsov."

"Well I need to start preparations immediately, and if you don't have a busy schedule - which I know you don't, I checked it before I came to find you - you're going to join me," Genya said, and Nikolai groaned.

"Do I have to?"

"Yes." The was no room for argument in her tone, and quite frankly Nikolai was scared of her right now.

"Alright... lead the way."

She squealed, taking his arm and dragging him out of the cupboard and into the corridor, her grip so tight he thought he might end up one limb fewer. They stopped in Genya's living room, and she forced him down onto a seat while she moved around, collecting various items and bits of paperwork. David perched on a stool next to him, and they shared a knowing look.

"Congratulations, Nikolai," he said in a quiet voice, small smile on his face.

"Thank you, David." They sat in comfortable silence, watching as Genya rushed around, arms full to such an extent Nikolai wasn't sure how she wasn't dropping anything. Dumping it all on the table in front of them, she started organising, and Nikolai realised with a start that Genya had already made mood boards and drawn up ideas for a royal baby, complete with names of specialist Fabrikators (David's name was at the top of the list, circled with love hearts in red ink) for any essentials, fabric samples for clothes and bedsheets, and a colour scheme for every baby related event one could think of.

Nikolai settled in for a long discussion.

He was right that it would take them all day, and the next, and then the following week, since Genya insisted on going over every detail at least three times ("I just want to be certain, this is the first royal baby Ravka's had for years!"), and it was difficult finding a time when both the King and Queen were free. Zoya was getting very involved in the process too, which surprised Nikolai. He'd always assumed that the general would prefer to be as far away from children as possible, but when he saw how attentive she was being to Y/N, he realised that she was concerned for her friend. The two of them were like sisters, having been practically raised together, so it made sense that Zoya wanted to be there for Y/N.

The night before the first of many events that Genya had planned, he and his wife were curled up in bed, lights dimmed ready for them to go to sleep. He was stroking a hand through her hair, fingers untangling knots as he went.

"I love you, Nik," she whispered from her position against his chest.

"I love you too, Y/N."

They were quiet for a while, revelling in the peace.

"Do you think that Genya's gone a bit mad with the whole royal baby thing?" He laughed softly, nodding his head.

"It's entirely possible. Although I have to say, I think two events a week until the baby arrives is far too few, it should be one every night."

"Shhh! She'll hear you!" He laughed again, more loudly this time, and she joined in, giggling.

"Kolya?"

"Hmm?" His eyes were closed, a smile still playing on his lips.

"What should we name it?"

"You decide, my love. You are the one growing our baby," he said. "Although if I think it's a truly awful name, I might have to step in."

She was silent, fingertips tracing patterns on his stomach.

"For a girl... actually, I've got a feeling it'll be a boy."

"What if it is a girl though?"

"Nope. Boy. Saints help me though, I hope he's not too much like you."

"Why do people keep saying that?! I'm perfectly mature and not at all childlike!"

"Says the man that got excited when he saw a ship the other day."

"That wasn't just a ship, alright? It was an original design brigantine from when Ravka first started making ships, and- oh. Oh hang on, I see what you're doing. You're trying to prove your point, aren't you?"

"Not just trying, Kolya, I succeeded," she replied with glee, tapping his nose with a wide smile on her face.

"I see how it is." He narrowed his eyes playfully, then reached out to tickle her sides, making her laugh until tears were falling down her cheeks.

"Stop it!" she wheezed out between laughs.

"Do you forfeit?"

"Never! I will never for-" she broke off with another peal of laughter, even though he was barely touching her sides anymore. He'd sat up to get a better advantage, but now he took her in, laughing and happy, and his heart swelled with love for her and the family they were going to build.

"Alright, fine," he threw his hands up. "I surrender, you were right."

"Ha ha!" she pointed a triumphant finger at him. "I knew you'd come to your senses at some point." He took her accusatory finger in his hand, kissing the palm. She blushed a faint pink, and he loved how easily he could make it happen, even after almost two years of marriage.

"I think I lose my senses when I'm around you, darling."

They kissed, soft and gentle, and stayed wrapped up in each other for a while.

"Dominik." She whispered later, when the lights had gone out.

"What?" At the sound of his friend's name, Nikolai froze, and unbidden memories of their times together came back, accompanied by the unfortunate reminder that his best friend was dead.

"If... for the baby. Dominik for a boy."

He blinked back the tears, wiping away the stray ones that escaped and letting out a shaky breath.

"Kolya? Is... is it okay?"

Another breath.

"It's perfect."

#grishaverse #netflix shadow and bone #nikolai lantsov #nikolai lanstov x reader #nikolai x reader #nikolai lanstov x y/n #nikolai x y/n

[sofasoap]

Forget me not.

Pairing: König x  f!Reader ( aka Mini MacTavish )

Summary: The bad news you never want to hear, and more. Takes place after Interlude two : Everyone deserves happiness.

Warning: Mature theme. TRIGGER WARNING: gun violence,blood and gore and death.  English isn’t my first language. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

A/N : Character of Mini MacTavish is from @saltofmercury fic “ “The Favorite MacTavish” ” which she graciously let me borrow and write bit more expanded universe. Please go read her wonderful story to get bit of background,

“masterlist” for more prequel to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

Staring at the screen, drumming your fingers on the desk. You can't seem to concentrate. You been typing the same sentence for the last thirty minute and making no progress at all. Decided to give up on doing your clinical reports, you dragged yourself into the staff room to make yourself a cup of tea. You been feeling very antsy all day, it's a bad sign. Everytime you feel very fidgety nothing good came out from it. Last time it was Johnny declared MIA , your poor Ma cried her heart out until him and Ghost was found a month later, alive but worse for wear.

Your thought gone back to the boys again. It has been seven weeks since they left for their mission. There had been zero contact from them, but you weren't surprised. There have been times they will be silent for weeks until just before they return home. But this time it's different. Senses are tingling. Mindlessly stirring your cup, you saw the HR manager walking by. Doing a double take when they saw you in the staff room, " Oh Mini, I was on my way to find you. Your emergency leave application has been approved." They informed you. You frowned. What leave? You weren't planning any holiday until Christmas. Your phone went off at the same time. Unknown number. You answered it after hesitating for a split second, " Hello MacTavish here." " ... Mini." The deep distinctive Manchester accent. "... Simon?" " Go home now, pack your bag. Soap will be waiting for you in one hour. Don't forget your passport." and he hung up immediately. " Wait wh... UGh". Sculling down your tea, you rush towards the locker room and grabbed your bag, not bothering to get changed you drove home as fast as you can. Throwing all the necessary stuff into the duffle bag, you send Emma a text explaining your haste departure, you heard a car pulling up in front of your flat. Seeing your brother's face , you hurryingly lock the door and throw your bag into the boot. Giving Johnny a quick kiss on the face, you bombard him with questions while he drive off towards the airport. "Johnny, what the hell is going on?, Is that a bruise on your face??? Ah Jesus did you get shot as well??!!" You reach out trying to touch him, he swat your hands away. " Ah I'm fine stop fussing. We going on next flight to Germany." He didn't elaborate further. " Who put my leaves in?" " Price managed to pull few strings. Your boss wasn't too overly impressed but a word from the high up shut them up pretty quick." You sunk back into the seat. You doubt you will get anymore answer out from him until reaching the destination. The rest of your trip was spent mostly in silence. You can see Johnny is trying to hide something. He is never good at holding secrets from you. Always can tell by his body language.

Gaz was there to pick you two up from the airport. He tries to make little chit chat with you during the car ride to... somewhere? This got you confused even more. Aren't the boys on a long term mission? " Where is Simon and Uncle Price?" "At the hospital." Soap interjected. " OH Gosh something happened to them?" " No they are fine. Don't you worry."

" Why isn't anyone telling me anything????" Gaz pulled into what looks like military hospital car park, everyone got off and he gave you a sympathetic look. As you walk further into the hospital wing, you starting to put two and two together. Johnny is here, Gaz is here, Simon and Price is fine... so that leaves... König. " Where is König?" Both Gaz and Soap stop on their track. They look at each other. Soap is getting agitated, he couldn't tell his sister the truth of this visit. He couldn't. He felt guilty. He felt responsible for what happened. " Mini... Look.." " MINI." As Gaz open his mouth to explain. Ghost appeared. You ran towards your adopted big brother and pull him into a tight hug. He return your hug and proceed to lead the group to one of the private ward, tucked away in the deepest part of the hospital. Putting his hand on the door knob, pausing for a moment, before opening it. You see Price sitting on the chair in the corner who gave you a wave as soon as he saw you, and you turn your attention to the person currently lying on the hospital bed, with all the tubes and machine attached. It's your big teddy bear, the love of your life. König. Your mind goes blank, body started to shake. Soap came up beside you and pull you in with one arm. " He's been in coma for about a week or so now. Doctor said he is in critical but stable condition. I am sorry Mini... It... It was my fault.. I should have been more aware .. " " Don't fully take the blame Johnny." Ghost sighed. " We weren't too sure what was going to happen." He patted your head. It's something he started doing lately to comfort you. " You shouldn't even be here really. Someone owed Price a huge favour, so we manage to get you here without problem." You glance at Price with gratitude. The boys left you alone with some privacy while four of them have left the hospital for military related business, but promise you one of them will take turn to stay with you during the time of your stay. You put your bag in the corner of the room, out of the way and pulled a chair in so you can sit closer to him. He look so pale. There are still some bruises on the side of his face where he took some sort of hit. Lifting your hand you run your fingers through his hair, gently down his face. Tears starting to drop. Leaning your head on his big hand, the gentle hand you love so much and cried yourself to sleep. The boys were true to their words, They take turn in shifts to stay with you. Gaz usually try to have little chit chat with you, Johnny and you usually bickers about stuff, Both you and Price sits there silently, him going through his mission files and reports, while you do some administration work on your laptop. Simon just sit there and read books. It's not until one morning about a week into your visit, Gaz has ducked out and grabbed some coffee for both of you, you notice his hand twitched a little, and he is stirred awake. Blinking his eyes few times, getting use to the bright light, he slowly turned his head. He sense your presence. His eyes met yours with a piercing look, you sense something wasn't quite right. There was no love, let alone recognition in his stare. You shrink back a little, feeling like a prey being assessed by its hunter. The next three words that came out from his mouth next made your heart shattered. " WHO are you."

#könig #könig cod #könig x reader #könig x you #könig x y/n #call of duty #konig x you #konig call of duty #konig x y/n #konig x reader

[koko-doodle]

Demon Vamp AU: Chapter 1

Heyo! I’m excited to share this FNAF x Undertale story mash up with you guys, I think it will be quite a doozy. This is the humble beginnings of your tragic life when everything changed. There are some depictions of violence (fighting monsters) but the most graphic scene of this chapter involves decapitating a hellhound. Nothing explicit, I’d say it’s like PG to PG13ish. I don’t write gore stuff, grosses me out but this is just a warning in case it might bother someone.

Summary: 500 years ago monsters were banished to a deep crater called The Pit and confined by an impenetrable barrier. About 450 years later, the barrier is suddenly no longer in tact and humans are once again fighting against the monsters. You are a knight, a protector of humanity but you died one dreadful night near the barriers edge where you shouldn’t have been. Strangely, you wake up not dead, in a place unfamiliar to you, and under the “protection” of demon-vampire brothers. After confronting your new reality, you end up facing the obstacles of deciding what is really true and what was a lie.

CHAPTER 1: LIFE’S END

Chapter 2: Life Anew

Words: 3,841

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“This is a bad idea Jeremy” you state nervously, thumbing the hilt of a small knife that rested in its sheath at your hip.

“Oh come on, you need to learn to live a little. Nothings happened for two weeks, I think those monsters have given up on this town.” Your partner replied triumphantly.

“Just because nothing HAS happened doesn’t mean nothing WILL.” You emphasize.

“Ugh, you’re no fun when you’re focused.” Jeremy grumbles, rolling his eyes before he forges ahead.

“Focused on keeping us alive, we wouldn’t want to be caught unaware of any monsters lurking in the dark you know.” You rebutted and watched him wave an annoyed hand at you without turning around. You shake your head with a slight chuckle, if there was anything you knew about your partner it was that he, Jeremy Fitzgerald, was as stubborn and determined as they come. He was committed to crossing into enemy territory just to get a glimpse of any creatures lurking around the edge of The Pit. His plans always seemed like he was trying to get you both killed, or worse, captured.

Your enemies were not exactly known for being the most kind to humans, you had been taught about the horrors of the War of Ages that came to an end just over 500 years ago. Monsters and humans never got along very well before the war but when the monsters decided they were the superior race, humanity was on the brink of being enslaved. You grew up knowing the story by heart; how a brave group of warriors, inventors, and sorcerers brought their talents together to fight against the monsters and free those humans who had been in bondage. They founded the Knights of the Dawn Age, noble warriors who fought against monsters for the freedom of humans. Humans could never truly eradicate the monsters however, so they were sealed in the deepest pit by a barrier that no monster could cross. Lives were sacrificed to create the barrier but in the end, humans prevailed.

Or so humanity thought.

About fifty years ago around the time your parents would have been born, there were reports of monsters attacking villages located near the outskirts of the barrier. It was thought to be a rumor at first but when attacks started happening more often and with undeniable video evidence, it became clear the barrier was no longer intact and that monsters did in fact exist. The Knights of the Dawn Age never dispersed after the original war, their knowledge and artifacts were passed down from generation to generation and the role of a Knight was opened to any who sought to protect humanity from threats. The continual advancements in technology were preparing humans for the day monsters might return and all that preparation was proving effective in the current growing war, however, humans were not the only ones who had been finding new ways to arm themselves for battle. With a new war came new threats in the form of new monsters unknown to humans, deadlier than before. While the sorcerers and inventors sought to find a way to repair the barrier, humanity still needed protection from the ravenous beasts emerging from The Pit.

As you both walked through the dark night, the only sounds you heard were gravel shifting from your footsteps and the peaceful melody of crickets singing. This forest was just outside a small town and was a beautiful place, despite being so dangerous. Your thoughts shifted to the day you were enlisted into the Knights of the Dawn Age. You were merely an orphan whose parents had been killed by a monster raid while they were attacking your village. You had nowhere to go, no one to turn to, that is when a Knight brought you back to the capital city at the heart of the mainland and you began your training. You trained hard, learned everything you could about every race of monster including the new ones, and passed every test you were given. You were a good warrior, a well trained soldier, and loyal to the Knights of the Dawn. Some thought you were too invested into your role as a Knight, unhealthily loyal, but no one could ever understand your drive to please those who had saved your life and given you purpose. You fought hard because you wanted to ensure that no child would have to grow up in fear or without parents like you had.

“Hey, earth to the killjoy” Jeremy says, elbowing you in the ribs to snap you out of your thoughts. “You okay?”

“I’m fine” you reply, you hadn’t realized how much time that had passed in silence. “Just wondering how I always get stuck with you on your ‘I’m trying to get us killed’ expositions.”

“How rude! I wouldn’t call them that, they are explorative expositions! Knowledge is power you know, the more we have the better. Besides, how many times have we really been that close to death huh?” He pauses and shakes his head. “Don’t answer that…” You stifle a laugh.

“And what exactly are we looking for tonight Indiana Jones?” You tease.

“Well, Laura Croft” he teases back, “we are on a reconnaissance mission. Looking for clues or hints to any recent monster activity.”

“Yeah right, you just want to see the edge of The Pit don’t you? There could be monsters guarding it, you know. That’s why the Council warned against anyone going near it. Or did you already forget that rule after training?”

“Maybe” he nods slightly, “but aren’t you at least a liiiittle bit curious as to what it looks like? I mean come on, there’s a giant black hole in the ground that spans for miles and you don’t want to see it? What’s wrong with you.” He argues playfully.

“I don’t have a death wish, unlike you.” You say, smacking him lightly against the back of the head, to which he flinches and laughs. “Haven’t you ever heard of the saying ‘curiosity killed the cat’? We are supposed to be on night patrol around town, not the woods outside of town.”

“So we’re taking a little detour, no one will even know we left. Unless you tell them of course because-“ he begins walking backwards in front of you holding his hand against his forehead like a distraught maiden and his voice shifts to a high pitched tone in an attempt to mimic you. “‘It is my duty to please the Knights of the Dawn Age. All I want is for them to recognize my skills as a valiant knight and dub me a member of the Barrons.’”

“Ha ha very funny.” You shove him lightly away from you, resisting a giggle at his horrible attempt to make you loosen up. He moves to walk beside you and pulls your hand up to his chest by his heart.

“‘Then maybe I’ll finally get Mike Schmidt, my best friend and the man of my dreams, to notice me because I’m too much of a wuss to tell him how I feel” he continues.

“Oh shut up Jer!” You playfully shout and sneak your foot in front of his, causing him to trip forward and face plant right into the dirt. You find yourself giggling at the thud sound he makes when he hits the ground.

“Ouch.” He grumbles, rolling onto his back and staring back up at you with a very fake looking frown. “Betrayed by my own partner and tossed into the dirt, how could you?”

“Maybe next time you’ll learn not to bring up topics I wish I had never told you.” You remark, bending over his head to block his view of the tree line.

“Double ouch! I’m your partner! I’m supposed to know everything about you, its protocol!” He disputed as he sat up and started brushing the dirt off his chest.

“I think you’re confusing professional and personal again. The rule is to know your partner’s skills, not secrets.” You jested.

“I disagree, how are you supposed to sync with your partner if you don’t know everything that defines them as a person. Knowing your crush falls under that category, for your information.” He refutes.

“Just stop talking, please.” You grumbled but the distant sound of a twig snapping attracts your attention.

“I don’t get what the big deal is about personal stuff with you-” He says, standing up to wipe the rest of the dirt off.

“Stop talking.” You interrupt, your eyes searching the dark trees for any movement.

“Sharing how you feel does not make you weak, it makes you human.” He added.

“Shut up Jeremy.” You quickly respond, your posture tensing up.

“I’m not done, and I’m saying this as your friend and not your partner. I think-“

“Jeremy!” You whisper shout, slapping a hand over his mouth and holding up a finger to hush him. He follows your gaze as you both scan the area around you.

“Oh no, you are not doing this to me again. Are you just trying to get out of the conversation?” He whispers after removing your hand.

“Shhh! Listen.” Your eyes don’t leave an area behind you, straining your vision to pick up any movement.

“I don’t hear anything.” He retorts, frustrated.

“Exactly. The crickets stopped…” You quietly unsheath the spear like weapon on your back, the retractable hilt extending to its full length making it a foot taller than you. “It's dead silent in the middle of a forest at night.”

Jeremy seems to realize the situation and slowly draws his sword from its sheath. You move into a back to back formation, preparing for an attack from any direction. What felt like minutes was only a matter of seconds when a dark figure jumps out from behind a bush and launches itself at Jeremy. He quickly dodges the beast and turns to slash at its legs. The beast lets out a horrible screech while it turns to face you both. The creature was four legged and about the size of a large Great Dane, it’s skin looked like dried lava rock with spikes protruding from the spine while the head held the skull of a dog but with ears. The creature growled and its chest, eyes, and mouth began to glow red and yellow hues like magma heating up beneath the skin.

“Hellhounds!” You exclaim as three more emerge from the bushes at full speed, snarling grotesquely with every step.

“Aw come on!!!” Jeremy shouts raising his sword and activating the plasma edge of the blade, the sword edge began to glow a dark red. “I was in the middle of a serious conversation and you just had to ruin the moment!!!”

You activate the plasma blade on your own weapon, the blade extending to make the cutting edge of the weapon twice as large as its original form. You swing the glaive around in front of you and slice the face of a hellhound as it launches at you, missing your side by a matter of inches. You flow into another attack and catch the ribs of another beast while it runs past you, falling to its side and sliding into a nearby tree. Jeremy swings his sword and severs the legs off of one beast and twists into another maneuver, blocking the claws of a second hound from digging into his side. You bash the head of that beast with the end of your glaive and send it rolling away a few feet, you jab your glaive straight on into the chest of one going after your partner for a second time and rip it out as the beast crashes to the ground.

“Well this is turning out to be an exciting night, huh!” Jeremy hollers, catching his breath.

“That is not the word I would use!” You exclaim, examining the four bodies surrounding you. You pant, your heart racing with the adrenaline kicking into your system. The four lump creatures begin to shift as molten lava oozes from their wounds and reforms their bodies, they stand up and bark threateningly at you both.

“Ugh, we could be here all night! I forget these things don’t die easily!” Jeremy complains, raising his sword to prepare for more attacks from the beasts. “Could be worse I guess, at least there’s only four.” As you both defend yourself from the gnashing teeth and claws coming towards you, two more emerge from the dark from behind a tree.

“You just had to ask, didn’t you…” You accused, whacking away the jaws of a hound before it bit you.

The hounds all make their moves, lunging, dashing, and gnawing in an attempt to get their prey but you and your partner were always faster than them and anticipated every attack. Some hounds would fall to what seemed like fatal wounds but would get back up moments later completely healed, snarling with more ferocity. You both fought with equal fierceness however, returning every attack they gave with a plasma blade embedded into some area of their body. Their attacks began to slow but the hellhounds showed no sign of retreat anytime soon. One was too focused on Jeremy and came inches away from biting his arm but with a swift move you managed to sever its head before its teeth could make contact with his skin. Its body fell to the ground and began fading into ash as it died, the ash flying away in the breeze.

“Whatever you do, do not let one bite you Jer! A scratch is excruciating but a bite will kill you!” You shout in a panic.

“I know, I know! Let’s just get rid of these things already!” He hollers back.

It is not easy to kill a hellhound but it is not impossible either as you just proved. The hellhound has to be weak enough or else a blade will not cut through the neck completely. Difficult, exhausting, and incredibly dangerous to do; there was a reason people nicknamed them devil dogs, most don’t survive the attacks unharmed. You had the advantage of being together but the odds would have been better if there were at least three of you. There were still five hellhounds left fighting and getting a shot at their neck without being bit was a task within itself. You managed to pin one down with your glaive as Jeremy brought his sword down like a guillotine and sliced the head clean from the body. You pulled your weapon away as the beast began fading but were tackled to the ground by a leap from one of the remaining creatures.

The beast snarled and growled viciously while you held the pole of your glaive in its mouth to prevent it from biting you. The stench of its breath smelled like burnt flesh and radiated heat, you could see the metal from your weapon begin to glow as it was being superheated by the mouth of the beast. You tried to toss the creature to the side and off of you but it stood firm. You had a moment of relief when Jeremy kicked it off you with as much force as he could muster and sent it rolling to a skid a few feet away. Your partner reached out a hand to help you up but was tackled just before you could grasp it.

“Jeremy!!!” You shout in horror while you watched him struggle on the ground. By the time you got to your feet, the beast had somehow gotten its claws through a small area of his leg armor and was digging them into his skin. He shouted out in pain, defending his upper body from the ravenous bitting with his sword firmly embedded into the neck of his attacker. You rushed over and skewered the hound in the chest so hard it was almost sliced in half, its body slumped just beside Jeremy as his hand quickly fell to the wound on his leg.

“You’re okay it’s just a scratch, you'll be fine! You gotta get up!” You exclaim, looking around to see the four hounds recovering from their current wounds. Jeremy just lay there shouting through gritted teeth and you did your best to help him up but he seemed consumed by the pain.

“Hey, we have about sixty seconds before they recuperate and come back for another round. They should relent soon, they can’t have that much fight left in them. Come on, get up!”

“It hurts….” He hissed.

“I know but you can do this! We are not going to die here, you hear me?!” You grab his arm and wrap it around your neck in an effort to help lift him from the ground. He shouts out in pain but you both manage to get him standing, his hand still shakily holding his leg. You get him stabilized enough to stand on his own and hand him his weapon. “We’re gonna get through this, I promise. I’ll carry you back to town when this fight is over and you can tease me all you want then, but right now I need you to-“

You began to say but were suddenly dragged to the ground by your leg. A hellhound with a partially healed back had your limb in its mouth and was dragging you away. Luckily your armor prevented its teeth from getting a hold on your skin but you could feel indents forming in the metal where teeth should be. You kicked at its head with your other foot and its grip on you loosened enough for you to remove your leg and scurry to your feet but just before you fully stood up the creature lunged at you knocking you forward onto your stomach. As you tried to catch your breath that is when you felt it. A burning, excruciating searing pain began to radiate from your shoulder. You screamed but no sound escaped your throat, you were paralyzed from the pain that was starting to spread to your whole body. You felt like you were burning from the inside out, you knew you needed to get out of the grip of your attacker but your muscles wouldn’t respond no matter how hard you tried. Suddenly the source of pain was ripped from your shoulder and sent crashing into another hound, yelping loudly in the process. You felt a pair of hands roll you onto your back and the figure of Jeremy loomed over you, fear and pain covering his expression.

“J-Jer…” was all you managed to get out. You felt tears welling up in your eyes uncontrollably and streak down your face while you looked slowly down to your shoulder. The distinct shape of a bite mark covered the armor and the metal indents from the teeth marks were glowing from the super heated metal. You grunted in pain from simply trying to move your hand. Everything still burned, your muscles, your bones, even your skin started to feel like it would melt off.

“No… it didn’t. Please tell me it didn’t.” He asks, panic filling every word. You grit your teeth hard and force yourself to sit up. The more you moved, the more painful it became but you tried to collect yourself and form a solid sentence while you stared at your horrified partner.

“G-Go… You need to go, g-get out of here.” You stutter.

“What?! No! You told me we weren’t going to die here!” He exclaims.

“WE aren’t, I am… You can still make it back to town.” You use him as a crutch while you both stand up unsteady and shaking. He holds onto your forearms tightly, refusing to let

“I am not going anywhere, I won’t abandon my partner!” His grip tightens.

“I’m not asking you, I’m telling you. GET. BACK. TO. TOWN.” You hiss.

“N-No! I can’t! We stick together, that's the first rule of being a knight!”

“I’m already dead Jeremy!!!” You holler, the physical and mental pain clouding your ability to think straight. “There’s no reason for you to die too, just GO!” You rip your arms from his grasp and grab both of your weapons, connecting the hilts together.

“But I-“ He takes a step back, every emotion crossing over his expression all at once and his breathing beginning to sound more like gasping for air. He watches the four remaining hellhounds shifting as they heal, moments away from attacking again. “I can’t! You can’t-!”

“Hey” you said, locking eyes with him. “It’s okay. I’ll make sure they don’t follow you.” The weapon in your hand shifts as it interlocks itself together forming a dual ended spear. “You were the best partner I could have ever had, don’t forget that okay?”

Jeremy collects himself and straightens his posture, he gives you a knight’s salute with a shaky hand. “Fight with honor…” he quavered.

“Die with glory.” You nod and watch as he runs away limping.

—————

You dropped your weapon, breathing hard but it honestly felt like you weren’t breathing at all. You limp over to a tree and lean against it as you slide to the ground, watching the last pile of ash fade in the wind. You coughed, the taste of blood and tears filled your mouth but you didn’t care. You had managed to slay every hellhound, you fought with everything you had left and survived despite scratches and bite marks covering your entire body. Jeremy got away safe, he was alive and that was all you cared about. The searing pain had faded into complete numbness after the adrenaline in your body went into overdrive while you slayed the first hellhound by yourself. The other three were easier since you could barely feel anything they did to attack you.

The numbness was slowly fading into heaviness. Everything started to feel like it was turning to stone, your limbs feeling heavier and heavier with each passing second. Your heart rate was slowing down fast while your shaky breathing became shallow. This was it. This was the end. The hellhound bite was quickly shutting all your organs down, not that your other injuries weren’t contributing to your death as well. Your vision began to blur and the ringing in your ears began to fade but you vaguely made out the shape of a figure approaching you. The black figure moved slowly, closer and closer to you.

If that’s you Jeremy I’m going to come back as a ghost and haunt you for the rest of your life. You say, or at least attempted to say if any part of your body still worked. You grunted softly while one last cough escaped your chest just as the figure approached you, they bent down and lifted your chin. You heard the figure speak but by this point your lungs refused to take in any more oxygen and your heart made its last attempt to keep you alive.

Everything faded to black.

#demon vamp au #writting #fnaf y/n #fnaf au

[valyrou]

Vance x GN!Reader

Requested by @rainidayz1268

A/n: HELLO! So I changed a few things, but overall everything should be the way you requested!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST LOVE xx

So I took one or two things out of the book as well. Let’s just say the reader is a bit older then Robin and Finney and Vance is the same age as the reader so everything makes a bit more sense :)

(I LOST THE ENTIRE ENDING AND HAD TO RE-WRITE IT OMG NOOOO)

Warnings: Cursing, kidnapping, Assault, implied wounds/injuries let me now if there‘s anything else

I didn’t mean to..

Like every summer, you stood next to Vance at the grab and go machine and chewed on a popsicle you bought just a few moments ago. You liked Vance since like forever but never had the balls to tell him that. The store was not particularly full, but a good amount of kids where in it. Some didn’t care about Vance, some intentionally didn’t look in his direction and a few watched him play with the pinball machine.

The store bell was heard and Finney entered with Robin „Hey Y/N!“ Robin chimmed and came over to you „Hey you two! What’re you up to?“ a joyful smile formed on your face as you spoke „We‘re preparing for a movie night!“ Finney spoke up this time.

You chuckled „Sounds like you guys have a plan. I‘m coming over at 9, your dad called this morning to watch you and Gwen.“ Finney nodded and Robin started walking to the candy isle and picking some stuff from the shelves „sounds good, so we‘ll see you at nine“ he said und walked to the counter, paid and walked back to the two of you „We‘ll watch some horror movies, so prepare yourself!“ Robin said teasingly

„See you at 9 Y/n!“ Finney said and waved goodbye before leaving the store with Robin. You chuckled and turned back to Vance. He seemed really tense „you okay vance?“ you said while slightly leaning your head to the side „Shut up loser!“ vance growled while starring at the machine Infront of him. You didn’t say anything after that but stayed with Vance for the next few hours.

It was 6 when the grab and go store closed, which led you to your current situation. You and Vance walked together through the streets, when Vance stopped. His house was in the opposite direction of your house „uhm vance.? Could you maybe walk me to my house?“ you asked. The thought of walking home alone made your stomach twist. Vance scoffed „Walk home yourself idiot, why would I waste my time on walking you home?!“ he scoffed

You looked at him pleadingly „Please? You know that there is a kidnapper aroun-“ Vance turned to you aggressively „I DON‘T CARE!“ he yelled and you flinched „Ugh honestly I’d be glad if he‘d take you, so you won’t annoy me anymore!“ That hurt.. Vance wanted to take everything he said back, but the amount of anger and jealousy he felt prevented him from apologizing

Vance was jealous that Finney and Robin wanted to spend time with you, even tho he knew the three of you were only friends. You let your head sink and nodded silently „I-I will just walk home myself.. sorry to bother“ you said while turning away from him and walking off

Vance bit on his lower lip. God he wanted to stop you and apologize, but his ego was bigger then his body so the only thing he could do was walk to his house, leaving you all to yourself.

You sighed. You were sad about vances outburst.. why was he behaving like this? You were in your own world and didn’t notice the van that was parked a few meters Infront of you. You snapped out of your thoughts when a men in a hat appeared Infront of you.

He startled you which made you jump back a bit „Oh sorry little one! Didn’t mean to scare ya“ the stranger put up his hands defensively „Haha sorry..“ you said awkwardly „You know.. my van broke down and I need some help“ he stated. You shifted uncomfortably on your feet „I uhm.. I need to go home sorry“ you said, your heart racing

„It won’t take long! In exchange for your help, I’ll show you a magic trick. I‘m a part time magician, you know“ he sounded genuine, so you had to give in „okay sure“ he gestured you to the back of the van and you followed hesitantly. He opened the back and got a spray bottle and a few black balloons out of the van „It’s a very funny trick, let me show you“ he shook the can quite aggressively and stepped closer.

Your feet shifted uncomfortably again and you waited for him to show you ‚the trick‘ but before you could register what happened, he lunged at you and tangled you in the balloons while lifting you off your feet „NO STOP!“ you yelled and wiggled in his grasp. You screamed and instinctively bit his arm. He dropped you, but your little attack didn’t stun him for long, because before you could even get of the ground to run away, he grabbed you again way harsher then before.

You opened your mouth to scream again, but he sprayed something in your mouth and eyes. You started to choke and cough while the stranger threw you in the back of the van and you slowly lost your consciousness. Everything went black.

———

„Where is she?“ Finney said worried „They’re never late“ Robin sighed „Maybe something came up?“ he suggested. Finney shook his head „No they would‘ve called to tell us that they‘ll be late“ Finney grew worried by every passing minute. It was now 9:30 and you still haven’t showed up.

Even Gwen got worried and when the clock struck 10 there was no excuse anymore for your tardiness. Robin suggested that you’re maybe at Vances and they‘ll visit your house tomorrow. Surely nothing happened.. at least that’s what they hoped for.

———

You woke up on a cold mattress. You couldn’t see anything.. the spray that bastard used must have had some blindness effect in it. You were barely able to sit up.. your body still had a numb feeling to it, like it wasn’t your own „so you‘re finally awake!“ the grabbers voice was heard from a not so comfortable distance away

„Look at my arm! It’s covered in blood..“ he said in a low tone „though.. I doubt you can see shit“ you couldn’t exactly see, but you felt him shake his hand Infront if your face. You were frozen in fear and just stared into space.

You didn’t move, didn’t speak and you didn’t even dare to blink. „how about I get you a soda? Hm? You like soda?“ you felt his hand reach for your hair. He stroked it gently until he came to a sudden stop „did you hear a phone?“ you didn’t hear anything „the damn phone is ringing“ you felt the mattress lift when he got up „I‘m gonna get you a soda, after I see who is calling hm?“ you didn’t answer and he locked the door behind him. You were all alone now…

———

Robin slept at finneys house and all three of the kids were woken up by the sound of the doorbell. Finney was the one that answered the ringing, Infront of him stood two police investigators „Hello, is your father home?“ one of the investigators asked to which Finney shook his head „No.. he‘s working“ Gwen came to the door aswell „Can we come in? We have some questions for you“ he said and Finney let the two police men in.

Robin, Finney and Gwen were sat in the living room „We heard that you are friends with Y/n/l“ the investigator started „When did you last see them?“ he continued. Finney rubbed his hands while Robin frowned „Why?? Did something happen?“ the other investigator cleared his throat „Well.. Y/n/l is missing since yesterday evening.. their parents reported them missing this morning“

Silence

Gwen covered her mouth in shock while Finney could only stare at the police men „WHAT? NO WAY THAT CAN‘T BE TRUE!“ Robin yelled and jumped out of his seat „Hey kid, please sit down..“ he said „WHAT DO YOU MEAN SIT DOWN Y/N IS MISSING!“ Finn grabbed ahold of Robin and looked at him and shook his head to which Robin sighed and sat back down.

They questioned the three kids for awhile before leaving. They all couldn’t believe it.. there was NO way in hell that you were missing! You are too old for the grabber surely! He only kidnaps kids from 9 to 13 to say the least, but you were older! Gwen started to sob and Finney comforted his little sister.

That was three days ago. Vance didn’t know you were missing. Yet. He thought you were mad at him because he was rude to you earlier, he stayed home after he insulted you so he didn’t even see the missing flyers of you.

As soon as he entered school and sat in the first lesson, he got called to the principle office. He thought he did something, which wasn’t unlikely because he often beat up kids, but when he saw two police investigators he really thought he fucked up.

„Sit down, please“ the principle said and gestured to the empty seat Infront of the police „We are here to ask you some questions Mr Hopper“ he started „whatever“ Vance scoffed „It‘s about your friend Y/n/l“ Vance frowned „are you aware that they are missing?“ He asked

„The fuck did you say?“ he growled „Vance language!“ the principle warned „WHAT DO YOU MEAN MISSING??“ he yelled. The two investigators looked at each other before looking back at the blond boy „they went missing 3 days ago. We assume it‘s ‚the grabbers‘ doing. We are here to ask when the last time you saw them was“ Vance world crashed and everything he said to you repeated itself in his head. He didn’t mean it. He didn’t actually want you to go missing!

„Fuck“ he was at a loss of words. He couldn’t think straight „Fuck fuck“ the principle tensed in their chair „please calm down and cooperate Mr hopper.“ one of the investigators said, but Vance wasn’t listening anymore. He violently got up from his chair, knocking it over in the process „SHUT UP YOU STUPID CUNT!“ he yelled before running out of the principles office.

His mind was racing as he ran out of the school finally noticing the flyers of you. They seemed to be everywhere. Why didn’t he notice? why? If he just walked you home that day.. would you still be here? Or would you both be gone? Vance completely broke down behind an old building. Tears pooling down from his perfect face onto the pavement. It’s all his fault..

———

You couldn’t remember how much time passed but it felt like forever. Apparently you started to go nuts because you could hear the phone ring. You got three phone calls.. that’s all you knew. The first one gave you the clue to try and climb out of the window with a piece of wire which resulted in the grid falling on you..

The next one was from the missing boy Bruce Yamada. You knew him because Finney lost a baseball game against him. He played like a champ. He told you to break the tiles of the floor and dig a hole.. you threw the grid in the hole and covered it with a dirty carpet that layed next to the even more disgusting toilet.

The grabber left the door unlocked once, that’s when you got the third call from ‚paperboy‘. He revealed to you that it was a trap. The grabber would sit in a chair upstairs with a belt and wait for you to come upstairs. It was a game he played.. ‚naughty boy‘ you didn’t dare to go upstairs that day and stayed in the basement trying more ways to escape.

You broke down twice. You felt like you wouldn’t make it out of this place alive. You were tired and didn’t feel like having the strength to continue. You wished for this to end but you had to fight.. for Finney and Robin.. for Gwen and Your family.. you still had something important to do! You had to admit your feelings for Vance too! You couldn’t die without telling him how much you loved him!

The thought gave you strength to continue. Even if you were alone in this, you had to try your best..!

———

„FINN!!“ Gwen yelled and rushed to her brothers room „what??“ Finn said startled „Did you have another dream???“ Gwen nodded hysterically and finn almost worried that her had would fall off by the way she nodded. Then she told him everything. How she had seen you run away from a house with a metal fence, a dead tree and the house number 7741. Finn and Gwen immediately started looking for that house

It was raining and Finneys hair became a mess. They looked for an hour before they found the house from Gwen’s dream „This is it!“ she looked at Finney „Okay I will go get Robin! You call the police and tell them everything!“ he said and the little girl agreed instantly. She cycled home like the flash and Finney went to Robin and told him everything they found out.

———

You tried running away after the grabber fell asleep in his chair. You didn’t get far tho. He knocked you out with a single punch and that’s when all hell broke loose in your head. Your attempt of running away made you play his game… and today he would kill you, paperboy had warned you.

When you woke up the phone rang. Bruce was on the line telling you to fill the phone with dirt to make it heavier in combat. You filled the receiver with a lot of dirt and closed it up again. Tight.

You trained how to swing the phone.. Robin taught you how to defend yourself once. You were so fucking glad that he did… his voice was clear as day in your head

„You raise your fist, take a fast step back, step forward, step back and swing!“

You repeated this until you felt ready enough.. you chewed through the phone cord and that’s when the basement door opened. You clutched the phone tight in your hand, but to your surprise it wasn’t your kidnapper that peeked through the door. It was someone completely new to you!

„Holy jesus fucking Christ! I knew my brother was hiding something from me in the basement! But this?!“ he seemed really excited „please! C-Call my mom- call the police!“ you pleadingly asked „Hey don’t worry my brother isn’t here he had to go to work!“ he said and stepped closer, opening the door more and more „Hey do you wanna here the story how I found you?“ you shook your head and the more the door opened the more it revealed the grabber sneaking closer to his brother with a raised axe in hand.

„No- no NO!“ you tried to talk but everything you wanted to say got caught up in your throat. Then the axe hit the back of the brothers head with a disgusting sound of cracking bone and flesh „NOO!“ you screamed, having to witness the murder that took place. Blood splattered around and tainted the grabbers mask red. The body hit the ground hard and all you wanted to do was throw up.

„Look what you made me do kid“ he said disappointed „No.. No that wasn’t me! I didn’t!“ you said in shock. The grabber janked the axe out of his brothers head „you are special y/n.. I‘m gonna take my time with you because I really want this to hurt“ his voice was a mere growl. He called his dog and leashed him next to the door.

Thats when he lunged at you. You dodged him and made a quick dash to the carpet that covered the hole you had dug days back. When he came running you pulled the string making him trip and fall in the hole, breaking his ankle with the grid underneath. He screamed and that was your cue to attack. You raised the phone, took a fast step back, stepped forward, stepped back and swung.

Another scream erupted from the grabber, this time he sounded more like a hurt animal. You hit him again and again, even breaking his mask in the progress. Only then you realized the long black phone chord. You wrapped both hands around the chord, jumped behind him and wrapped the chord around his neck and pulled as hard as you could. He choked and gagged but you only pulled harder until-

The phone rang

„It’s for you“ you said in a low voice holding the speaker to the grabbers ear

———

The house that Gwen informed the police about had the bodies of the three missing kids buried inside. Griffin, Billy and Bruce. You weren’t there. The trio sat on the pavement and waited. Robin was the first that saw you walking out of the house, opposite of the house that Gwen dreamed about. Then did Finn Followed by Gwen.

Robin ran towards you and embraced you, so did Finn and Gwen. The four of you hugged each other and this time you let the tears roll down your face. Even the hard ass Robin started sobbing. The police quickly noticed you and rushed you to a waiting ambulance. You got checked out and later asked a ton of questions.. it was the end. Your nightmare was finally over!

The police let you go and suddenly you were all over the news. People called you „the kid that survived the serial killer and kidnapper of Denver“ it was a lot to cope with.. but you had your friends and family on your side to help you.. and for that you were grateful.

———

A day has passed after your rescue. Your doorbell rang and on your porch stood Vance. He looked like he had been bawling his eyes out. Not even a second after opening the door he started apologizing „i-I’m sorry y/n.. I didn’t mean it“ he said while clutching his fists and looking at the ground. He felt ashamed for what he had done „I‘m a fucking idiot and you have the right to hate me for it-“

To his surprise you pulled him in for a tight hug. You weren’t sure if he could feel it, but your heart made crazy backflips. You felt loved by the way he showed how much he cared for you „it’s not your fault vance.. I know you didn’t mean it!“ you said reassuring. He gently hugged you back and you wished to stay like this forever

„I thought I lost you..“ he whispered „you don’t annoy me ever… I was just so jealous of Finney and Robin.. I love it when you are around..“ he said and you decided here and then to admit what you wanted to tell him all this time „Vance..“ you parted the hug to look at him. You took a deep breath in „I love you, you are the reason I didn’t give up back then..“ you stopped looking at him, your face flushing a deep red.

Then there was a few seconds of silence „After everything I’ve done to you, you still love me?“ he asked. You felt his hands coming up to both sides of your cheeks and a gentle force making you look him in the face. Only then did you notice a tear rolling from his face while he gave you the sweetest smile „I‘ve been in love with you for month you idiot“ he said, chuckling a bit.

You smiled softly „i‘m glad I got to tell you“ you said and that’s when you and Vance shared your first kiss. It was a few seconds long, but it was something you would cherish as a memory forever…

A/n: OMG HI! I wrote this for an ENTIRE day and lost progress in the middle of it, so I’m sorry if I got lazy at the end. (Also I feel like I didn’t actually do the request quite right so let me know if I didn’t) I’m so tired but I do kinda love this <3

Thanks for reading and be sure to drop a few comments on how you liked it (or didn’t)

BYE LOVE YOU!! xx

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blood moon – part one

read on ao3 | gemcyt / life series, 2.4k words

Consider this an AU-within-an-AU of the wonderful gemcyt AU by @chrisrin, and the fic series by @sixteenth-days!

I've had the idea of Pearl not actually being a pearl bouncing around in my brain since I first started seeing gemcyt art, but two days ago I finally started writing things down and came up with a whole mess of plot to go along with it. This takes place in a future-perspective from the ongoing Life on Earth series, where the cast of 3rd Life have all settled down on Life and are friendly with each other.

—

“Yoo-hoo!” somebody called from outside. “Anybody home?”

Grian had been working on new plans for improvements to his and Scar’s base, but the sound piqued his interest. The voice was vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t place it. Before he had time to react, though, Scar was already at the door. 

Scar only needed to take a single step to get anywhere in their base with those ridiculous legs of his. Grian used to complain that this was unfair, until Scar pointed out that Grian didn’t have to take any steps to get where he wanted to go, which Grian couldn’t argue with. Still, Scar always managed to be quicker on the draw than him.

“Well hello there, stranger,” Scar said cheerfully. Grian raised his eyebrow. Had another gem mission been sent to Earth? If so, why hadn’t Scott warned them?

“Hello yourself,” the new gem said. “I just landed here, and it’s beautiful! Is this your planet?”

“It sure is!” Scar took a bow, giving Grian a brief glimpse of the gem standing in the doorway. They stood about as tall as Scar with his hat on, and they were a pale blue, but he didn't have time to determine anything else before Scar stood up straight again, blocking his line of sight. “I found it myself! My name’s Scar, what’s yours?”

“My name?” The new gem sounded confused. “I’m just Pearl.”

“Oh, of course! Silly me. If you’ve just arrived, you haven’t got a name yet!” Scar clapped his hands together. “I should introduce you to Cleo and Bdubs, they know stuff about names. And you could set up a base and everything, and hey, maybe you could live near us! We’ve got plenty of space out here.”

“Us?” Pearl asked. “Who’s us? You and…Cleo and Bdubs?”

“No, silly, me and…” Scar turned around, which made Grian panic and duck behind the wall so Scar wouldn’t see him. He still hadn’t figured out why the pearl’s voice was so familiar. He didn’t know any pearls personally. Some aquamarines had them, but Grian had never been well-behaved enough to earn one of his own. “Grian!” Scar called, his voice gradually growing closer. After a few seconds, Scar’s head poked around the corner and spotted him. “There you are!”

“No, Scar, stop—” Grian protested, but it was no use. Scar yanked him up by the back of his sweater and dragged him over to the door. “Ugh.”

“This is Grian!” Scar announced, letting him go. Grian rolled his eyes and flew up to perch on top of Scar’s hat, getting a bird’s-eye view of their new visitor. “He’s my—hmm, what would you call us, Grian? Friends? Associates?”

Grian tuned him out, because the pearl—he couldn’t see a gem, but it was definitely a pearl, complete with a pointy nose, dainty hands, and sheer, puffy sleeves—was staring right at him. “It’s you,” they said in awe. “I’m so glad I finally found you!”

Grian tilted his head in confusion. He was pretty sure he’d never seen this particular pearl before. “Do we know each other?”

“Oh, right,” the pearl said, sounding disappointed. “I just meant, it’s nice to finally—”

“Partners in crime!” Scar interrupted, stretching his arm up to poke Grian’s cheek. Grian swatted him away, his frustration with Scar growing with each passing second. “I’d say that sums it up, wouldn’t you, Gri?”

“Sounds about right,” the pearl said with a wry grin. “So you two commit crimes together?”

“We sure do!” Scar said. “Care for a demonstration?” He reached up to take off his hat, pulling it and Grian down to eye level. “Shall we?”

“Woah, woah, slow down,” Grian said, waving him off. “Pearl just got here. You remember how I used to be, right? I’m not sure we should just—let’s ease them into it a bit, maybe?”

“Oh, don’t hold back on my behalf,” Pearl said. “I love crime! It’s one of my favorite activities.”

Scar’s face lit up, and Grian sighed inwardly. Scar did not need any more encouragement. “You heard ‘em!” he said. “So, how about it?”

“Fine,” Grian said, “but only a few hours, tops. I have stuff I wanna get done today.”

“Whatever you say,” Scar told him, a knowing expression on his face.

At this point, fusing with Scar was second nature. Within moments, Charoite was back to being his beautiful, wonderful self.

Grian had had all sorts of scattered thoughts hanging around in the back of his head, but none of them were very interesting, so Charoite shoved them aside. “Heya, Pearl!” he said, sticking out a hand for her to shake. He liked being taller than her now, even if it wasn’t by much. That was nice. “The name’s Charoite. Whaddaya think?”

Several different emotions flickered across Pearl’s face before they settled on confusion. “Charoite,” Pearl repeated slowly. “Grian—you’ve been fusing?”

“Everybody fuses around here,” Charoite said, waving off a flash of defensiveness from Grian. “It’s fun! You should try it out.”

“Hmm.” Pearl’s earlier cheerfulness had gone a little wonky, and Charoite could tell. He wasn’t sure what he was doing wrong, but he had a feeling he wasn’t going to win many friendship points with Pearl as himself. Still, he didn’t want to unfuse just yet. He liked existing too much for that.

“Wanna go see the Crastle?” he offered. “They’ve got all sorts of cool junk there. You can learn more about this planet!” And I can figure out why I feel so weird about this…

“That sounds lovely,” Pearl said, with a small smile. “Lead the way.”

—

“We’ll start off with the basics, I suppose,” Cleo said. “I’m Cleo, and I use different pronouns from most of the other gems here. Instead of referring to me as he or him, you should say she or her, or—”

“Ooh, that sounds nice,” the pearl said. “Is that what a name is? Scar said I’m supposed to have one, can I use yours?”

Cleo blinked slowly. “If you like, yes, but that’s not what a name is. She and her are pronouns.”

“Oh…wait, I’ve got it. Cleo’s your name! And Scar is Scar’s name, right?”

“Yes, that’s right,” Cleo said.

“So can I be Cleo, too?”

Cleo frowned. “Well, it would get confusing, having two Cleos running around. It would defeat the purpose of us all picking unique names in the first place.”

She looked up to see a wide grin on the pearl’s face. “I was just messing with you,” they—no, she said. “I’ve already decided on a name, anyway.”

“Really? What’s that?”

“Pearl,” she told Cleo. “I picked it, and it’s mine. I’m Pearl.”

“You’re keeping your gem name?”

“I want to fit in with you guys,” Pearl said, “but I really like being Pearl. It makes me happy.”

Cleo examined her expression. Pearl’s face had gone from mischievous to anxious, clearly hoping for Cleo’s approval. Well, Cleo wasn’t going to be the one to ruin this gem’s day by telling her what she could and couldn’t do.

“Pearl it is, then,” Cleo said decisively. “You can be whoever you want on Life, Pearl. That's why all of us are here. We're not going to stop you from doing things that make you happy.”

Pearl broke into a grin. “Thank you, Cleo,” she said. “I really like it here. I think you and I are gonna get along great.”

Cleo wasn’t the type to make snap judgments like that, but she was willing to give Pearl a chance. “You haven’t tried stealing my things or my Bdubs yet, so you’re already doing better than some people.”

“I don’t know what a Bdubs is,” Pearl said, “but I promise not to steal it.”

From the other room, Bdubs made a noise of disgust. “As if you could.”

—

“I swear, I know her from somewhere,” Grian was saying. “It’s weird, right? She just shows up out of nowhere and…”

Scar wasn’t really paying attention. They had just gotten back from a welcoming party set up by Impulse, Skizz, and Tango—three gems who, in Scar’s humble opinion, really knew how to party. The gem parties on Life were nothing like the ones back on Homeworld. They were full of excitement, even if it was just their small group of renegade gems who attended. Everyone got together and played games and talked and laughed and danced and sometimes even fused. Now that was Scar’s idea of a good time.

“Do you think—what am I saying, of course you don’t,” Grian said.

“Hey,” Scar protested. “I think things all the time!”

“Like what?”

“I think…” Scar trailed off, searching for anything that resembled a thought in his brain. Maybe Grian had a point. “Hmm. I think Pearl’s really nice!”

“Of course you do,” Grian said. “You wouldn’t get it. You probably don’t even think about your life before Life, do you?”

“Before I was alive? No, not really,” Scar said. “I can’t remember anything before then.”

Grian gave him an exasperated look. “I meant this planet.”

“Ohhh.” That made a lot more sense. “Of course I do! I had a really great friend back on Homeworld. He was an Aquamarine just like you, actually. I miss him sometimes.”

Grian was quiet for a while. Scar relaxed, happy to sit in silence with him. He enjoyed Grian’s company. “I had friends too,” Grian finally confessed. “Alexandrite and Peridot. I miss them every day.”

“Is that why you wanted to go back so bad at first?”

“I couldn’t imagine just leaving them,” Grian said. “I still can’t. Part of me wants to try to find them and bring them here, but they’re always off on missions. They could be anywhere in the universe.”

“Well, if you were good friends, maybe they miss you,” Scar suggested. “Maybe they’ll come looking for you here!” Scar knew Cub would do the same eventually. Cub was always busy with his many side projects, but he’d make time for Scar as soon as he could, and in the meantime, Scar could be patient.

“Yeah, right,” Grian said. “Peri’s afraid of his own shadow, and Alex is a terrible pilot. I’ve just got to accept that I’ll never see them again.”

“Aw, c’mon! Don’t give up hope that easily! They could be on their way right now, you never know.”

“Maybe,” Grian said, but he didn’t sound as though he believed it.

“Just you wait,” Scar told him. “I bet your friends are a lot closer than you think.”

—

It was late at night, and Grian could hear something outside.

Strange sounds at night were far from unusual. All sorts of non-sentient creatures shared this planet with the rogue gems. Grian had spent many of the early nights keeping strict watch over the surrounding area, but over time, his paranoia had gone down enough for him to ignore noises he couldn’t identify.

The noise he heard now, however, was easy to identify. It sounded like someone approaching on foot, and Grian wasn’t about to let them catch him by surprise.

He got up quietly so as not to wake Scar, who was asleep beside him. Gems didn’t have to rest, but Bdubs had discovered sleeping on accident and now practiced it religiously, whereas other gems like Scar did it only for fun. Grian rarely bothered, but he liked to sit and watch Scar sleep. For normal reasons, of course.

He slipped out the back door and flew to the roof, then retracted his wings and watched from behind the chimney (a stack of bricks with no purpose; Charoite had seen similar structures in Cleo’s books and wanted to make his own) as a strange gem made its way toward Grian and Scar’s base. They moved carefully, though they failed to completely mask the sounds of their footsteps.

The area around their base was lit by a strange substance called shroomlight. It grew in certain areas of Life, and it always kept its light and never burned out. The shroomlight was certainly coming in handy now, because it illuminated the intruder, revealing their slender limbs and blood-red hue.

The gem was clearly too long and lanky to be Tango. They were built like a pearl, in fact, but neither Joel nor the new Pearl were red. Had Pearl brought another gem with her?

Grian abandoned his hiding spot and flew down to the side of the building, watching the pearl pause at the doorway. Interestingly enough, this red pearl was wearing an identical outfit to New Pearl, with the addition of a cape with a hood pulled over their long hair. The hood struck him as very familiar, actually. He’d only ever met one other gem that wore a hood like that.

The red pearl made a noise of irritation, ducking around the corner of the base and out of Grian’s view. Grian took a few hesitant steps in the direction of where they’d vanished, but didn’t stray far from the relative safety of his hiding wall. He waited for the pearl to reappear.

“There you are,” a voice said from behind him. Grian whirled around to see the red pearl, crossing their arms and looking exasperated.

Now that he was face to face with her, Grian couldn’t really deny that it was Pearl. Sure, gems of the same type tended to look pretty similar, but they weren’t that similar. Other than the change in hue, this gem was the spitting image of the Pearl he’d met earlier, identical from head to toe.

“What are you doing here?” Grian asked, politely avoiding commenting on the fact that Pearl had gone red. It had to be some kind of trick of the light. “It’s awfully late, you know.”

“I know,” Pearl said, but her voice sounded different from how it had earlier, almost exactly like— “Gri, it’s time. We gotta get out of here.”

“What are you talking about?” Grian asked.

“You know, back to Homeworld. It’s a nice planet and all, but we’re leaving.” She grabbed for his arm, and he yanked it away, glaring at her through the darkness.

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” Grian said, rising in the air to hover just out of her reach. “I don’t even know you!”

Very slowly, Pearl pulled down her hood and swept her hair to either side of her head. She turned around, revealing the gem on the back of her head—a gem that bore little resemblance to that of a pearl’s. In fact, its shape and placement were a perfect match for…

Grian couldn’t believe what he was seeing. As Pearl turned back to face him, it finally clicked.

“Don’t you recognize me, Gri?” asked Alexandrite.

—

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As soon as I saw you opened asks I ran to the ask box! Ugh id just love to see some intimate leo headcannons from you, your raphael headcannons are so good and captivating I just have to see what it'd be like with the leader in blue!

Thank you to the person who asked this of me - I was initially planning on dodging the request since i'm not really into other turtles enough to write about them, but the more I thought about Leo the more things came to my mind, and I greatly enjoyed it as a writing challenge of sorts. Hope this is in anyway as satisfying and accurate as my Raph stuff. I'll be working on more casual & intimate headcanons as per request, so stay tuned

Relationship with Leo headcanons - beginning of everything

• The first moments feelings for you crept up to his heart, Leo was terrified.

• He doesn't know fear very well. Or at least - he doesn't know fear he cannot handle. He cannot process, think through, filter and solve using reason & ninja teachings.

• And despite all the joy you were bringing into his life, all the feelings he never thought he'd get a chance to experience, there was also undeniable, crippling fear

• He never allowed himself the thought he might get to have those kind of emotions. He suspected Raph secretly yearned for them, he knew Mikey really hoped to find them one day despite all the odds, and Donnie? Even he, he did have those kind of thoughts, even if they didn't occupy his mind as much as with the remining two brothers' case. But Leo? He knew what the chances were. Everything he & his bros were, how they were forced to live, what their past was - even if they knew better deep inside, the world was as it was and the fact remained, they were simply too different to hope for anything too normal humans above their lair got to experience every day. His brothers hoped, but he? Why would he. Why should he, ever. What would be the point. To be hurt and disappointed? It's enough he'd have to deal with his brothers going through that. As the leader, he needed to be above that

• And he almost made himself forget how scared he was as well to give in those kind of feelings, and be brutally checked by reality

• But since feelings unfortunately don't go away that easily, it was visible something was up. And Splinter knew.

• And Leo knew he knew, so to be in position of leading the way, he came to his dad first

• And told him everything. Reluctantly, but the more he said, the easier it came to him

• All about the fact that there is this girl, and so it followed

• And Splinter listened, kept nodding his head with a smile, and then told his son the only wisdom he had for this moment

• That whatever he is feeling, the only right way for him and the girl in question is to be honest and upfront about it, and there is no way around it

• Leo couldn't say whether he was more surprised or relieved, but it didn't matter

• He knew what he had to do. Everything in his situation was falling into place, finally, the road ahead was clear

• And he almost didn't think about the answer you might give him, until you stood before him and looked him in the eyes

• Then the fear returned, twice as strong

• And the moment you assured him your feelings remain and whatever he was, you want just as much as he wants you, his heart stopped for a second

• He kept thinking what to do and say, and no option was better than the other. Should he kneel? Kiss your hand? Bow? Everything at once? Pick you up and kiss you straight ahead? Hug you? Sweep you off your feet and carry you down to the lair, which felt idiotic, yet surprisingly appealing? What the hell was the strategy now?

• So you took the first step and throwing your arms around him, you kissed him

• And in one of those few preciously liberating moments in his life, he let himself go. And responded to the kiss with all he's been pushing away

• His hands found your waist, his tongue found yours, and he swept you into his arms and after you finally drew apart, he looked at you with such joy, excitement, adoration and gratefulness, his blue eyes sparked like they never have before

• Once again, everything was clear and in order. You needed talks, you needed arrangements, but you were now together, he loved you, and you accepted him, and he finally saw how his entire world brightened because of that. Now you were his lady. His most precious thing, his comfort and his bliss, his peace and his release

• He composed himself quickly... for now. He didn't have quite the words to express all he felt properly, but he was in some way certain deep inside, and he knew his new found mission was to show it to you every step of the way ahead of you and made you feel as wonderful as you just made him feel in that one moment

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[cuntypyramidhead]

UGH I literally love Michael and after reading your yandere hcs for him I'm like, dead (//∇//). When you have the time could you write a one shot based around your hcs? Maybe reader starts warming up to his touch or Michael has just had a rough day and starts cuddling reader regardless of wether they like it or not? Tysm!!

Yandere Michael Afton Oneshot - Bad day at work

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Oof, sorry for taking so long to do this. I hope you'll enjoy it :)

>3k words

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TW: Assault, yandere behaviours, mention of abuse.

Michael always missed you while he was at work, he missed your company, your attention. Even if it was a few sentences filled with curse words, you screaming at how much you hated him. It was a start, and he knew eventually you’ll calm down. Stockholm syndrome would kick in eventually, and then the both of you could finally live happily. He knew it was wrong, but the idea of having you all to himself was like a dream. One which became reality.

He heard the ding of a notification, which pulled him out of his train of thoughts. He glanced around, remembering what he was supposed to be doing. He was stuck in his office, all alone, the chattering of others in the next room bothering him. He hated his job so much, that the people he, unfortunately, was forced to work with were driving him mad. They all blabbered on about random, useless things that didn’t interest him. It was a shame that he couldn’t stay with you all the time, you were one of the few things that didn’t bore him. He missed your warmth, the comfort you unintentionally provided. All he ever thought of was you, he could barely pay attention to anything else around him. Whenever his coworkers came by he had to plaster on a fake smile, with a cheery demeanour which wasn’t him at all. Sometimes it felt as if he were on autopilot, it was like he wasn’t really alive, just watching someone else's life.

They all were so similar, same response, same personality…

They all reminded him of his father, they repulsed him. That man really did love to change others. He was like a disease, influencing everyone around him. The animatronics were everywhere, plushies, advertisements, fucking posters. It’s like wherever he went, that hell followed him. Taunting him, mocking him about what happened all those years ago-

He remembered every detail, down to the shirt his brother wore, the blood which spurted all over the animatronic and himself. He saw parts of his brother he wasn’t meant to see. The sickening metallic smell has lingered for years, he can never seem to wash it out of his clothes or off his skin. His breathing became rigid, he picked the pencil up and moved it between his fingers, flicking up and down. He needed to move, he wanted to scream, but he bit his tongue. He couldn’t risk shattering the image which took so long to build. The sounds of everyone talking, the ringing sound in his ears getting louder, almost excruciating. He wanted them to all just fucking leave so he could breathe, it felt as if everything was closing in on him. He heard everything all at once, to some cars alarm going off, a coworkers pencil dropping onto the desk, even someone just sighing. He felt as if he was about to be pushed over the edge.

As soon as the clock hand hit 3, he instantly got up from his seat, grabbing his stuff and throwing into his bag. After making sure he didn’t forget anything, he calmed himself down, reassuring himself that he just has to do one more thing. He went over to his coworkers, plastered a smile onto his face and said goodbye. They tried to make small talk, asking what his plans were and other things they truly weren’t interested in, but felt the need to discuss. He told them he was unfortunately in a hurry, that he had some important business to attend to. It wasn’t really a lie, as he was waiting to see you, however they didn’t need to know that. They fell for it easily, just like they always do. They gave him small smiles, saying they’d see him tomorrow.

He hurriedly left the office building, not caring if people looked at him funny. After all, there’s many excuses he could spew out later on if he needed to do so. The parking lot was filled with cars, yet very few people littered the parking lot. He was thankful, the last thing he needed was a coworker to walk up to him, blabber on about how their wife was being annoying or feigning interest in his own life. He grabbed his keys from his pockets and unlocked his car, throwing his stuff inside. He sighed in annoyance as he realised everything tipped out, spilling all over the back of the car. He slammed the door, throwing his hands in the air with defeat while muttering a few cuss words. He went into the front seat and started the car. He gritted his teeth, clenched his hands, digging his nails into his palms. Taking a deep breath, he told himself that he will get to see you soon. One day he’d be able to quite his shit job and finally be able to leave everything behind him. On the drive home, he wondered what you were doing. He brought a lot of gifts home the other day, so he hoped you were enjoying them. He spent a lot of his money on them, and he made sure they were things you’d like. Hopefully one day you’d love him the way he did you. Regardless of how long it’d take, he’d do everything to finally get you to feel the same.

After a few minutes, he pulled into the driveway and stopped the car. He hurriedly got out, grabbing his bag and then locking it. He felt his heart racing from excitement as he went inside, basically running down the hall to the bedroom. He felt a little guilty for leaving you locked up in that room, but he couldn’t risk you escaping. He kept telling himself it was for the better, that other people would try to take you away from him otherwise.

He picked another set of keys from his pocket, one custom made specifically for this lock. This one, in particular, would be incredibly difficult to break into, he made sure while making it that it could only be opened by specific tools or the key he had on him nearly at all times. All of the things he did were thoroughly thought over, he went over many possibilities, making sure all things which could get in between the both of you would be eliminated. He’s done many things that others would find horrifying, but it didn’t matter, none of their opinions did to him besides yours. Although he hated thinking of his father, that man did teach him many things that were now of use to him.

He shoved it into the lock, turned it, then pushed the door open. He saw you laying on the bed, cuddling one of the pillows. You were sleeping peacefully, it was good the cuffs which bound your wrists together weren’t affecting you too much. He tried to make them as comfortable as he could while still making it so you couldn’t just wiggle your way out of them. He sighed in relief, knowing that you were perfectly safe and okay. Everything he’s done worked, he finally wouldn’t have to stress as much over things failing.

He quietly closed the door behind him, glancing around the room. Everything was the same as when he left, nothing was broken by one of yours attempts of escaping. He went over to the bed and sat down, taking his work boots off, placing them onto the floorboards. He slipped under the sheets, wrapping his arms around you gently. You slightly stirred, your eyes slowly fluttered open. A yawn escaped from you, confused and dazed from being woken from your deep sleep.

“Oh honey, I missed you so much…” Michael said, tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear. His touch lingered on your face, the sensation felt so intimate, that it made your stomach flip. You were still tired, you just wanted to be left alone. He always had to bother you in some way. But you didn't say anything, he knew how you felt and wouldn't stop. He was selfish and didn’t care about whether you wanted it or not.

His face soured, of course, you still didn't like his affection. Why couldn’t he just have this one thing in his life? He gritted his teeth, “Fine, would it make you happier if I removed the cuffs?”

You nodded your head, to which he then grabbed your hands roughly, shoving the key into the cuffs lock. The cuffs opened up, falling off your wrists. “Thanks.” You mumbled out, crossing your arms, finally being able to move a bit more freely.

He hated seeing you so miserable, and he knew you missed your old life. It would be difficult for something so drastic to happen in such a short period of time. But, he also hoped that after a couple months this place would be like your new home. But, unfortunately that wasn’t the case. So, he decided to take you out to the lounge room. You were a bit reluctant, but knew you didn’t have a choice. The both of you plopped down onto the couch, him pulling you close to him, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. He picked up the remote and turned on the TV.

“Do you want to watch something or play some games?” He asked, silently hoping you’d pick video games.

You thought for a few moments then shrugged, “I don’t really mind.”

An excited smile formed onto his face, “Video games it is.”

He said as he stood back up, then went over to the shelf and flipped through the multiple DVDs. After a few minutes he found which he felt like playing, then put it into the console. You watched mildly curious, you hoped it was something that would be at least somewhat interesting. He grabbed the controls and passed one to you. He gave you a cocky smile, trying to rile you up. “You know, I bet I can beat you within seconds. But, I’ll go easy on you, maybe one day you’ll be good enough to surpass me.”

You gave him an annoyed look, then rolled your eyes. You turned the controller on, then waited for the game to load in. Once it did, you realised that this is one of the games you played a long time ago. You don’t remember too much, but it was one you spent nearly all day everyday playing. You pushed away the current situation you were in, pretending that this was like those days you used to play with your friends.

The both of you picked the characters you wanted to play as, then loaded into the world. You smirked at him, all the memories flooding back in. You remembered tons of tricks and ways you could fool him. You pretended he had the upper hand, and feigned disappointment. You found it oddly sweet as he tried to teach you things, he really could be nice at times. As multiple rounds passed, you decided to fight much harder, your streak of winning exceeding his by a landslide. At one point you jokingly poked fun at him, asking if he still thought he was the best.

Eventually, Michael checked the time and realised that the both of you haven’t ate dinner yet, so he decided that the two of you should have a break. You groaned a bit, sad that the fun had to end. But you begrudgingly followed him to the kitchen, asking him what the both of you should cook. He was always a little reluctant when it came to allowing you to cook, but knew you deserved some sort of normalcy and control. He decided that the both of you would cook something simple; burgers.

You chopped and pealed the vegetables while he cooked the meat. He was always fussy when it came to that, he had to do it a certain way to keep in the flavour and whatever else. You never really paid attention when he rambled on about cooking, it got a little bit too complicated for you.

Once it was finished, the both of you sat down at the dining table. You took a bite, surprised at how good it was. You complimented his cooking, saying that he did really well. His eyes lighted up, surprised at how friendly you were being. He said you did good too, that the both of you make a good team. In a way, you agreed. It was nice spending time with him. Though, there’s a question that’s been on your mind for a while…. But you’ve always been too afraid to ask.

“Hey, Michael, I know you hate it when I try and ask things like this. But, I just want to know, why are you so desperate to keep me here? I just don’t understand when we could’ve been together living a normal life, meeting each other’s families, hanging out with friends…” You asked sheepishly, starting at the plate in front of you. You wanted to look at him, to at least have some sort of clue to what he was thinking. But you were too nervous, so you waited for him to finally respond.

“Y/n, I… I really, really, don’t want to talk about this.” He replied, his voice taking a slightly darker tone. “It’s better to not worry about what things could’ve been, it’s quite draining.” He stood up, pushed his chair in and went into the kitchen. You trailed behind him, “But it doesn’t make sense, this would’ve been better for the both of us, we could still live that normal life together.”

He dropped the plate into the sink, turning the tap. “To say in the most simplest way, honey, I have no family or friends. We would’ve never been given the chance to live a normal life together, this is the most easiest of ways I would’ve had you with me forever. No one can take you from me….” His voice had a slightly unhinged edge to it. He was painfully still, he didn’t move a muscle. You went over to him, placing a hand onto his shoulder. “W-what do you mean by that?”

He turned around scarily fast, gripping both of your arms. His expression was unnerving, your heart dropped to your feet. His eyes were wide, a large grin reaching to his cheeks. “Oh honey, you have no idea what I’ve seen, how toxic my family was… If I left you out there in the world, you would’ve been torn to shreds by the monsters who roam it. I know first hand what they’re like, I’ve seen them right before me; the man who raised me.” You tried to escape his grasp, but his grip around your arms tightened, you just knew it was going to bruise.

He chuckled darkly, his tone painfully high pitched, “I know exactly what people can do, and I can’t stand the thought of the happening to you. I know it’s not right, I know it’s unlikely, but… I. Don’t. Care. Do you understand?” Before you could answer, he continued. “I’ve seen things people should never see, I nearly lost my shit at work today, do you seriously think I can hold on much longer? You’re the only thing keeping me sane, I need you, I need you so bad I’d rather die than see you leave. Going to work is stressful, I feel so isolated, alone. The thought of you waiting here at home helps me get through it…” You stood there, staring into deep brown eyes. You didn’t know what to say, what was one supposed to even do in this situation? You never expected him to feel such a way about you.

“M-Michael this is not normal, or healthy-” As you uttered those words, he dug his nails deep into you arms. You yelped and pleaded for him to stop. He either didn't hear you or didn't care. “I thought I made it clear, honey, that doesn’t matter to me. Do you really think a therapist can just throw in a few kind words and fix my fucking dead brother?! Do you think he’d be able to go back in time and stop all the death my father brought along with him? I’m the son of the devil himself, can you even comprehend how fucked up a man can be?” He hissed, “I don’t want you to ever mention this to me again, understood?” He was shaking, and so were you. His was from anger, yours was from fear. You don’t think you’ve ever felt this sort of panic before, the type where you knew if you did one thing wrong, you’d suffer in ways you didn’t want to think of.

You nodded your head, and to this, his grip lightened. He pulled you against his chest, rubbing the back of your head affectionately. You heard him take a deep breath, a sigh escaping from him. After a few moments, he decided to speak. “I’ll do the dishes later, do you feel up to playing some video games again? Or would you rather rest?” He asked calmly, stepping back.

You stuttered, “U-um I think I’ll just go rest for a bit. I’m not feeling well at the moment.”

He nodded, taking you back to the bedroom. He shut the door behind him and guided you towards the bed. You slipped under the sheets, and he did the same. You looked at him, trying to figure out what was going through his mind. He wrapped an arm around you and gave you a small smile. “If you aren’t feeling much better in the morning, I can take a day off if you want. I don’t mind at all.”

You shook your head, “I think I’m just a bit tired, that’s all. I’ll be fine, don’t worry.” You brushed off his concern, hoping he’d leave tomorrow. You don’t want a repeat of today.

“I need a break from work anyway, maybe we can spend more time together. I think it’d be nice actually, I’ll message my boss now.” He said while picking up his phone.

You weren't sure how to feel, a whole day with Michael.

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[ashes-writing]

free fallin pt two | stranger things ; b.hargrove

A/N; This came to me earlier and I had to do it. Reader isn't a complete goody two shoes, but... she is /innocent/. I decided to write out an entire chapter of their own internalizations and a little friendship between Reader's little sis and Max. I am seriously hoping that this stays the way I think it will because if so, it's going to be cute to write out. and *ahem,coughs* hot in some parts. I uh.. have plans for this.

AHHH you guys, thank you so much. Anyone reading this, esp the likes/reblogs and tags/comments you guys have no idea how much this means to me and how much it encourages me to keep going. It really does help. Thank you soooooo much.

-Ashes.

Pairing ; Billy Hargrove x Innocent!Fem reader

Timeline / Other Stuff; part I can be found by clicking. Definitely a good idea to read that and then come back and read this so it all makes sense. None of the events of s2 pertaining the upside down and all it's unholy terrors and Billy's death or Barbs will be happening. The upside down actually doesn't exist in any of the reader fics I write so.. yeah.

Warning; the smallest mention of Neil -but it's literally just him being mentioned as of rn. Billy. Billy is the warning here, loves. Because he's just an angsty and uncomfy lil bean bc he does not know what to do with ... things he learns.

Taglist;

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It’s actually 8:10 when you hear the raucous rumble of the engine belonging to Billy’s Camaro. You wander over to your bedroom window as you finish towel drying your hair and peer out through a gauzy tapestry. About the same time you’re doing this, your sister in middle school bursts through your door, giggling as she rushes to your window. “Oh my god oh my god oh my god.” she’s got a hand to her heart.

“What?” you give her a blank look.

“Billy Hargrove is parked outside our house, what the hell do you mean what?”

You roll your eyes. You’d forgotten all about her little crush on him. “Calm down. You’re in what, sixth grade?”

“Seventh, asshole.” Virginia pouts. “Seventh.”

“He’s still way too old. Besides,” you state calmly, “If you’re smart you’ll stay away from boys like that. Do you hear me?”

“Mhm. So then… care to explain why he’s here?” she taps her foot.

You throw your hands up in the air. “Tutoring, Gin. I’m tutoring him. There’s no other reason.”

“Are you sure? Because, I mean… I swear I won’t tell Mom and Patrick if he is your boyfriend. Only if it’s him, though. If you bring that prick Harrington over, ugh.. No.”

“I’m suuuure, oh my god, go to your own room.” you shove her out of your bedroom and shut the door behind you.

And then, after you’ve taken a little time to pull yourself together and you’re dressed in some shorts and a cropped red shirt with the Coca Cola logo on it, you make your way downstairs to open the door. Billy’s leaning in the doorway, a smirk on his face. “Darlin, hey.” he’s smooth, too smooth like usual. And when he steps into your house, he makes sure that he presses right up against you in the open doorway, right in front of at least three of your nosiest neighbors, all of whom happen to be either peering out their windows or out watering plants for the afternoon in their neatly manicured flower beds. 

You gulp, hoping to God he didn’t see you do it. Mrs. Myrtle from across the street is staring at your house like she’s trying to commit Billy and his car to memory. “Shit.” you grab Billy’s wrist and pull him through the door, closing it behind you and locking it.

“That nosy bitch, I swear to God.” you grumble and Billy laughs.

“Somethin wrong?” he asks, gazing at you with that damned smirk. Like he doesn’t know already. He has to have heard how strict your mother and stepfather are, he has to be pretty damned aware that you’re known around Hawkins High as “Little Ms. Goody Two Shoes.” 

“Yeah, if she tells my mom and dad you were here when they weren’t, I can kiss my non-existent social life goodbye. But it’s alright, it’s okay.. Maybe it’ll be okay.” you’re pacing a little but he chuckles as he watches you for a few seconds, finally reaching out to grab your arms and bring it to a stop. “You’re going to burn a hole through the floor.” he drawls, all relaxed and casual and obviously no fucks given if you get in serious shit.

You give him a dirty look but you take a deep breath. No reason to panic. They do know that you tutor. But if she tells them what you were wearing when you answered the door, oh god, the lectures. Your mother has tried at least ten times to throw out your favorite shorts and the shirt. Nevermind the fact that your grandmother has at least twenty pictures of your mom with her ass hanging out of her shorts.

Nevermind she used to be a little more…relaxed… before she met Patrick and they got married. 

“Will you just sit down and cut out the pacing shit?” Billy is gazing at you, a brow raised. You nod, swallowing down a lump in your throat when you happen to glance down and see that his hands -those distracting damned hands, are still on your upper arms.  

“Are we doing this or not, darlin? Because I stood up a real hot date just to come over here.” Billy chuckles when he says it, blue eyes dancing. Searching yours for even a hint of jealousy and he’s thrown for a loop when he doesn’t find any. What he does find is hurt.

And yet, you can’t stand him. It shouldn’t bother you. 

It shouldn’t bother him that it bothers you.

You shove out what he’s just said and refuse to dignify it with a comment. It stung a little even though you’d absolutely die before admitting to it. ,,Of course he has a hot date, you think to yourself, he’s Billy fucking Hargrove.” and as soon as you allow yourself that one bitter and jealous little thought, you take a deep breath and nod to the dining table in the room across the hall. “It’s quieter there.”

“Yeah.” Billy mutters, slightly dazed because he can’t take his mind off of the fact that him saying he has a hot date didn’t piss you off or annoy you, but it looks and seems as if it hurt instead. Honestly, he didn’t have a hot date, he just said it to get under your skin.

Because you’ve been under his all damn day. First in that stupid and sweet little sundress with the grandma cardigan and then you answer the door and you look like one of the girls on the poster on his bedroom wall with the cropped shirt, bare feet and cut off denim.

He came here to study. And to get out of the house before Neil came in drunk and angry. Not be distracted, confronted by the one girl he keeps being told he can’t have.

He wanders into the dining room while you’re putting out the books and notebooks, some pens and some other things you might need close at hand. You nod to a chair and he sinks down, wordless.

“Okay, first..” you don’t even look up at him as you open your book to get a little of your own homework done too, “Let’s see how far behind you are, Hargrove.”

He shoves the notebook he brought over in your direction and you  take it, flipping through. Somehow, you expected him to be a lot farther behind. The way he made it sound in the hallway at school, he was borderline flunking out. You look up at him, twisting hair around your finger. “Four assignments? That’s it?”

Billy shrugs. 

“Okay, okay, this is good. This is actually better than I was expecting.” you can see that somehow, your reaction bothered him and for some reason, it has you scrambling to make it sound a little more… complimentary. Because you don’t want him to think you thought he was dumb as dirt or purposely slacking off.

To be fair, you wouldn’t have put it past him so the fact that he is just four behind is a pleasant surprise.

“This is really good, actually.” you manage a smile.

And just when he thinks he can’t get any worse off, there you go. Smiling at him. Rubbing salt in an open wound.

“I don’t just fuck, drink, party and do sports.” Billy mutters calmly as you read over the rough draft of an essay that you’re  surprised was pinned by him for creative writing. A class you’d never associate with him to begin with. You’d have honestly pegged him for a shop class. 

You’ve got your legs on the table and you’re twisting your hair as you read over the rim of your glasses and Billy clears his throat. “Can I get some water or something?”

He just needs to get some space because it’s too much.

When he specifically chose you to be his tutor, it was because he didn’t think you’d get any more appealing to him. He thought he could control himself. He thought he could work his way under your skin like you’ve worked your way under his. Turnabout and fair play.

He’s discovering that this little idea of his may not be the brightest one he’s had.

You get up from the seat and wander into the kitchen, getting up on the counter to get a glass out of the cabinet so you don’t have to wash one already out. You lose your balance just a little and you gasp as you feel the warmth of rough hands gripping your bare middle. You glance down at Billy sheepishly and gulp.

“There’s a glass right there.” he points out calmly.

“I hate washing dishes.” you point out. Billy grabs the glass you’d been reaching for and walks over to the sink, filling it with water. And he leans against the sink, watching you rifle through your fridge.

“Damn it, Gin… you ate my yogurt.” you grumble to yourself in disappointment as you close the door. And when you turn around, you find yourself body to body with Billy. Who promptly gives you one of those fucking smirks. Biting his bottom lip as his eyes move from your eyes down to your mouth. Lingering.

Intent.

“Okay, Hargrove.” you manage to get the words out, only they may as well be a whisper and you want to simply vanish.

This whole idea to give tutoring him a trial run was not a good one, nope. If you thought your dreams about him or the way you’re so fucking aware of him were bad before, you have a feeling they’re going to get so much worse.

Your younger sister peeks in after about an hour to find you going over Billy’s Algebra assignment and explaining to him what’s wrong with one of the problems and she laughs to herself because he’s staring at you like an idiot, he might as well be drooling.

“I thought you said your brother was a heartless asshole, Max.” Gin whispers into the phone to her classmate Max Mayfield. 

“Oh, he can be. He’s just on his best behavior right now. Give it time, Gin.”

“I think you’re wrong, okay? I just have a feeling.”

“Yeah? Well I live with him, Gin. I know him. Just linger a little bit. Make sure he’s not trying to put the moves on her, please? I… I don’t want him to hurt her too.” Max pleads and Gin grumbles. “ ‘Kay, fiiine. I’ll go raid the fridge and call ya back.”

“Please?” Max asks before hanging up.

Gin wanders into the dining room, straight for the kitchen. You glance up and your sister gives a sheepish wave, her gaze lingering on Billy. You palm your face and laugh to yourself.

Naturally, she’s got a crush. She’ll be in and out while he’s here.

“Don’t come in here distracting him.”

“I wasn’t!” Gin mocks a look of horror as you step into the kitchen. You fold your arms and look at her. “I mean it, kid. I know you think he’s hot but he’s way too old for you, alright? Don’t… Don’t make the same mistake me and Mom did.”

“Mom’s only mistake was literally marrying Patrick the uptight countr y club prick.”

“Our father is in prison. They ran away when they were seventeen. Then you have me, being stupid last year with that idiot up at State. I can’t believe I was dumb enough to think a college guy wanted to date me.” you rub your temple and shake your head. “Look, it’s a damn good thing I didn’t do something I really regret. Just… Do not do what we did. Stick to books or boys your own age.”

“Would you relax?” Gin grabs your pint of ice cream and you give her a dirty look, taking the spoon from her after she digs it out of the silverware drawer. You sigh quietly. “I know Billy wouldn’t lead you on like that asshole at State did to me or our father did to mom, but like.. Break your attraction pattern now, kid.”

“You first. I see you staring at him.”

“I do not!”

“Every time he comes to pick Max up from the arcade it’s like your head’s on a swivel. Stop lecturing me and go up in our bathroom, look in the mirror and lecture yourself. Where’s your lighter. I wanna light my candle before the prick with his sensitive nose comes home.”

You dig around in the pocket of your jacket and toss Gin your lighter and she walks right back through the dining room and into the hallway, grabbing the phone on the way.

And Billy clears his throat from the door. And he’s staring at you with that damned smirk. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, it’s fine. Just Gin being nosy. She’s got a crush on you, by the way.” you stick your tongue out at Gin, who flips you off from the doorway. Billy snickers quietly. “Nope. Go play with dolls or somethin, kid.” he laughs.

He files away what he did overhear being said between you and your sister for future reference and nods to the dining room. “I think I’m done.” he mutters quietly.

“Okay, let’s go look at it.” you smile and slink past him in the doorway over to the dining table. You sink back down in the chair and you’re going over his worksheet when he clears his throat. “Any reason your sister asked you for a lighter just now?”

Your mouth opens and closes and you shrug. “It belonged to our dad. I keep it on me. She uses it to light her candles while Mom and Patrick are gone.”

“Stepdad, huh?”

“Uptight fun-sucking asshole is more like it.” you mumble, low enough that you’re sure he doesn’t catch it. But he does, and he chuckles.

Suddenly, there’s just a little more about you and certain habits you have that make a lot of sense. 

“So do you smoke or do you just keep it?”

You don’t answer. Billy smirks to himself.

You’re apparently full of surprises. This is either a very good or a very bad thing. He’s not sure which because this is the first time a girl has actually gotten under his skin the way you have. Normally, he can fuck ‘em and forget ‘em already.

You’re a challenge and he absolutely loves those. And he’s staking his hopes on finally getting you to crack so he can fuck you out of his head and out from under his skin already because you’re driving him crazy with your stupid little sundresses and cardigans and then this whole other side you’ve shown him tonight hasn’t made that any better at all.

If something doesn’t happen soon, he’s going to lose his mind, do something stupid like let you get close and he’s determined that cannot happen.

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[witchybitchy222]

Azriel x Reader | Renewal

Chapter Two

Azriel x Female Reader

Based on this ask:

“My brain literally will not shut up about reader from our world who is actually the reincarnation of Rhy’s sister (and Az’s mate duh)but NONE of them realize it until she dies/gets put into the cauldron and is brought back as high fae”

THANK YOU again for all the support! Sorry this part took forever, all this exposition is hard to write when I just wanna get to the good stuff lol Enjoy!!

Chapter one:

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Y/N

You thanked the waiter as he set down your glass of lemonade and glanced at your watch, 12:47, you should’ve known, Cora was late to everything. You looked back at the menu trying to decide between a salad and a sandwich when Cora dropped herself into the seat across from you with a sigh.

“I know, I know, I’m late” she began “but to be fair, I had to wait for the subway because that guy who smells like feet and sits way too close to any woman he spots was on there and I was NOT dealing with that today.”

“I’ll accept that” you said with a laugh.

“Soooo” Cora began as she wrapped her braids up into a bun “how was your date last night?”

“Ugh,” you rolled your eyes

“That bad?” Cora asked, eyebrows raised.

“Horrible.” You began, “he forgot to take off his wedding ring.”

“What an ass! Men are literally the worst.” Cora said, scrunching her face up in disgust.

“Tell me about it, I’m so over dating. I’ve accepted that I’ll never have sex again” You say, taking a sip of your lemonade.

“Maybe if you could hookup without getting emotionally invested it’d work out better for you.” Your friend laughed.

The waiter came over to take your order, you could hear yourself talking, but things started to go out of focus and eventually the whole restaurant faded from view.

You opened your eyes with a gasp. A dream. It was a dream. But it felt so real. Was it a memory?

You pushed the blankets off and swung your feet onto the floor. You went to the bathroom and braided back your hair before choosing some comfortable clothes to wear. You couldn’t stop replaying the dream, trying to see if there was anything that stood out enough to spark more memories, if it even was a memory.

You planned to meet with Rhysand and His second in command this morning. The High Lord had said Amren was good with spells and might be able to dig up something to trigger your memory. You’d have to ask her opinion on your dream.

You heard voices as you headed downstairs. There were paintings hanging along the wall you wanted to admire, but didn’t want to keep the fae waiting, so you continued on, making a mental note to come back and look at them later.

You walked down the hall to an open door and took a deep breath before walking into the room. The female you assumed was Amren stood across the room, between the fireplace and window. Two dark green plush chairs were placed in front of the hearth, the High Lord occupied one, dressed impeccably in a black suit, one leg propped up on the other, an easy smile on his face.

“Good morning, I hope you slept well.” He said as you entered. He gestured for you to take the other seat.

You sat a little nervously, feeling Amren’s eyes on you.

“This is Amren, my second in command.” Rhysand gestured to the female.

“I’m Y/N” you said with a slight smile.

“Oh I know all about you” Amren replied with a slightly unnerving smile. You swallowed thickly and looked to Rhysand. Amusement swam in his blue eyes, eyes you only now realized were strikingly similar to your own.

“I had a dream.” You told him.

He rose one eyebrow, his mouth slightly curving up at the sides.

“I mean, it may have been a memory” you quickly added, glancing at Amren who’s face revealed no emotion.

“Can I see?” Rhysand asked you. You nodded hesitantly, remembering what he told you the day before about his and Feyre’s powers to communicate with their minds. A shiver went down your spine as you felt him enter your brain. It wasn’t unpleasant necessarily, but your thoughts became harder to control. You felt yourself thinking of your dream, recalling the images and words.

Once he’d seen it all, Rhysand eased off and sighed.

“I’ve seen enough dreams and memories over the years to know it wasn’t just a dream.” He stated, glancing at Amren. “And it confirms what we already believed, you’re not of this realm.”

You had of course already suspected this, but hearing how certain Rhysand was made your stomach drop.

“I believe you’re here for a reason. We’ve checked with the other courts around Prythian and no one else has had an unexpected visitor. There must be a reason you’re here, not only in this realm, but in this court.”

“Normally I wouldn’t believe in this being an act of fate,” Amren began, “but your eyes lead me to believe otherwise.”

You looked again to Rhysand, his eyes unnervingly similar to yours.

“I’ve only known three other people to have this specific eye color,” he said, leaning forward on his elbows, “my son, who inherited them from me, my mother, and my sister. Both of whom have been dead for centuries.” Rhysand’s face flashed with a brief flicker of pain, and you noted that it must’ve been an unexpected death for them both. You furrowed your brows in confusion, “what do you think it means?” You glanced between the two, unsure what they could be alluding to.

Rhysand sighed, “we don’t know. Maybe you’re from the same lineage as me, just in an alternate reality? Maybe you’re your realm’s equivalent of me? Maybe it’s just a common eye color in your world. Honestly we don’t have much to go off of.” This was all so confusing, something was a hint, but didn’t give any information? At your frown Rhysand spoke again “It’s a great lead that you were able to dream a memory though, this means they’re still buried in your subconscious. Amren can look for a way to pull them out, and Feyre and I can help you strengthen your mind. Maybe focusing on sharpening your brain will push some more memories to the surface.”

Azriel

Y/N laughed at something Mor said as she browsed the items in Mor’s favorite boutique in downtown Velaris. Damn that laugh, it was too distracting. He’d agreed to go shopping with them for honorable reasons, Rhys had asked him to keep an eye on her. They still didn’t know much about Y/N, and while the High Lord seemed to trust her, there was no telling when her memories would come back, and what that would lead to. He was normally so focused, catching little details and storing information was what he was good at, but there was something about this woman that made it hard to focus on anything but the way she smiled, and how her laugh sounded.

He followed behind Y/N and Mor as they headed back to the river house, trying to listen in on their conversation without getting distracted.

“So how’d it go with Rhys and Amren this morning?” Mor asked her as she linked their arms together.

“Fine, I guess.” Y/N replied, sighing a bit. “We still don’t know much, Amren has some theories she’s going to look into, and Rhysand wants to help me sharpen my mind. He thinks I may have some kind of mental block that won’t allow me to access my memories.”

Mor frowned, “I suppose that would make sense. Maybe you suffered some kind of trauma? What do you think, Az?”

They both turned to look at him, and for a moment his eyes caught Y/N’s and he forgot how to breathe, then she blushed and looked away and he regained control.

“I don’t know,” he began, “it’s nothing I’ve seen before. But if anyone can figure it out, it’s Rhys and Amren. Between the two of them they have enough knowledge and resources to help.” Y/N gave a small nod at that, and his heart swelled a bit in thinking that he had made her feel better, even if it was the tiniest bit. Cauldron, he couldn’t be developing feelings for her. He knew nothing about her! She was just a human woman who needed their help. Sure she was painfully beautiful, but he should be able to control himself. He was halfway through his fifth century, a crush wasn’t going to keep him from focusing on his job.

Y/N

Feyre found you before dinner and started teaching you how to fortify your mind. She’d explained it like building a wall, a wall so thick and solid no one could penetrate it, and inside that wall was you. Your thoughts, feelings, memories, everything.

You were concentrating on placing yourself behind that wall when you felt Feyre’s presence approach you. You squeezed your eyes shut tighter and tried to focus on keeping her out. You knew she wasn’t pushing as hard as she could, and nothing about what she was doing was painful, but you were determined not to let her in.

“Good, Y/N” Feyre praised as she slid up to the wall. “Your foundation is good, but there are still some gaps that could be easily exploited” she explained as you felt her gently push her way into your mind.

“Ugh” you sighed and opened your eyes. “This is so much harder than I thought it’d be.”

“You’re doing great!” Feyre said with a smile. You shot her a small glare, she was being too kind.

“Really!” She said, “it’s only your first try and you’ve built a pretty solid wall already. It’s hard to do, but with more practice you’ll get better. Now stop pouting and let’s go eat.”

You followed her out of the room to the dining hall, your stomach grumbling after exerting all that energy trying to keep the High Lady out of your mind.

Dinner was mostly uneventful, it was only you, Feyre, Rhys, Nyx, and Mor, and as much as you hated to admit it, you were sad Azriel hadn’t joined. He hadn’t said much on your outing with Mor that afternoon, but something about being in his presence was calming.

After dinner you took a long hot bath and threw on one of the night dresses Mor had bought you earlier. It was a bit skimpier than you liked, but the material was soft and comfortable. You tried to rest, but sleep wouldn’t claim you, so you grabbed a long, silk robe in the most beautiful shade of blue, also purchased by Mor, and headed downstairs.

You thought about stopping to admire the paintings you’d seen earlier, but it was too dark to see them properly and you didn’t want to wake anyone by turning on any fae lights.

You eventually found yourself in the library and figured you might as well settle in there for a while.

You’d been so engrossed in your reading you didn’t notice anyone else had entered until a fae light flicked on by the door. You jumped a bit, but immediately relaxed when you turned to see it was Azriel who had come inside.

“You’re up late.” He said as he came to sit in the chair across the table from you.

“I couldn’t sleep,” you started “so I figured I’d come learn as much as I could about this realm, see if anything sparked a memory.”

Azriel stared at you, then at the books spread across the table, all detailing histories of Prythian. You could never tell what he was thinking. His face was neutral but you could tell his mind was working, trying to calculate something. It was clear he didn’t trust you. You blushed a bit at that thought, annoyed by how upset it made you, when one of his shadows reached across the table and glided across your hand. You gasped as you watched it retreat back to its master. You’d been told of Azriel’s unique abilities, but this was the first time you’d seen the shadows at work. They were beautiful, like sentient smoke blending in with the darkness in the room around you.

You looked up to find Azriel watching you, yet again, and realized something. This wasn’t the first time you’d seen those shadows, he’d been watching you.

“I’m not a threat, you know.” You said to him, angry he’d felt the need to take away your privacy by constantly watching you.

His eyebrows shot up, and he looked almost amused, which of course only made you angrier. “You realize saying that unprompted only makes you seem guilty, right?” He asked you.

You felt your face flush and crossed your arms in anger. “I can barely remember who I am, I’m not here to hurt anyone. Besides, I’m a human in a house filled with powerful fae, I couldn’t do anything even if I tried.”

“I know that.” Azriel replied, his face staying aggravatingly neutral.

“Then call of your little shadows and stop watching me in my private rooms! It’s creepy!”

He smirked at that and you let out a grunt of frustration, you were trying to be serious and all he could do was laugh at you.

“It’s my job to watch people” he said with that stupid smirk on his face.

“Well just, tone it down, would you?” You asked, exasperated with the whole conversation.

“Deal.” He said, his face going back to neutral.

“Good.” You said as you stood up and left the library. He was so frustrating, constantly glaring at you and judging your every move, and now he was laughing at you? He may be crazy attractive, but he was kind of an ass, and you were determined to be done drooling over him.

You threw yourself into bed, swearing you were done thinking about him.

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@amdiriel

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[thekoopalingsandstuffs]

>Over the weekend, at the Broodals' house<

Hariet: "Who?"

Topper: "Plessie! A new movie came out based on a book series we both really like, so we're gonna go watch it! And then after that, we might go-"

Hariet: "And you're going out dressed like THAT?"

Hariet: "Well, it's not ugly... It's just... Not fitting for the occasion."

Topper: "What do you mean? She and I are just hanging out for a bit."

Hariet: "Exactly. SHE. You need to dress to impress!"

Topper: "Impress...? We're already friends—What do you mean impress??"

Hariet: "Well, don't you want her to like you?"

Topper: "... Yeah...?"

Hariet: "Then wear a suit!!"

Topper: "I wear suits everyday. How would wearing yet another suit impress her? Actually- Why don't I get Spewart's advice on this? He's the fashion expert!!"

Hariet: "I'm not giving you fashion advice, Tops. I'm giving you girl advice."

Topper: "Why??"

Hariet: "'Cuz I wanna help you!!"

Topper: "Help me do what???"

Hariet: "Get the girl of your dreams!!!"

Topper: "Why???"

Topper: "...... Ugh, fine." *Takes the suit and walks into his room to change*

Hariet: *Smiles*

Hariet: "Rango...? What are you writing?"

Rango: "Um... Like... It's hard to explain. A script, I guess?"

Hariet: "A script for what?"

Rango: "Well... I've been thinking about breaking up with Iggy for a week or so... But I don't know exactly what I should say to him. So I'm writing things down. I'm going to put together a script so I don't have to just make it up on the spot. And maybe, if I phrase it right, Iggy will understand exactly what it is that he does that bothers me... And when he dates other guys in the future, they won't go through what I went through."

Hariet: "... Well... Why do you want to break up with him?"

Rango: "Just... Um... I mean... He doesn't actually seem to love me... I guess I didn't see it before. Other people had to help me figure it out... Iggy straight-up doesn't want anything to do with me most days. Can't even be bothered to answer my texts... And on the rare chance he does want to hang out, he never kisses or hugs me. All we end up doing is sex. And it isn't fun most of the time. With all his kinks and fetishes and toys... It's just not a fun experience overall. So, I'm done... I don't want to get into a fight with him. My plan is to make it as peaceful as possible..."

Hariet: "Hm... Have you ever considered that... Firstly, Iggy lives in a castle. He probably has lots of royal duties. And I'm sure the cell reception isn't all that great in there... Maybe that's why he doesn't always have time to hang out or text you back."

Rango: "... I didn't think of that..."

Hariet: "And who knows, maybe Iggy just isn't into hugging and kissing? He could be germaphobic and not want to do that because he think it's gross!"

Rango: "Iggy likes to... Do much grosser things than kiss... I doubt that he-"

Hariet: "Everyone has their own ways of showing affection! Iggy is probably TRYING to show you how much he cares!! He just, doesn't know how to do it right... I think that if you stick around, things will eventually start going how you want them to!"

Rango: "Well... What do you think I should do now?"

Hariet: "Go on another date with him!! See if you can get him to do other things! Take him to a museum or a festival! Some place that he can't just demand that you leave and go have sex. Some place that he'll be forced to enjoy himself! Perhaps then he'll be too distracted to do those things you don't like!"

Rango: "Okay!!!"

Hariet: "Mornin', Spewart!"

Spewart: "Good morning... What have you been up to lately?"

Hariet: "Just helping Topper and Rango with relationship stuff!"

Spewart: "... Wonderful."

Hariet: "So, I've been thinking... And I hope it's not too soon... I know you're probably still upset over Dee disappearing..."

Spewart: "........."

Hariet: "... But do you think you might ever go get another partner?"

Spewart: "........."

Spewart: "... Woah... Um..."

Hariet: "Maybe you're not ready to date again. Maybe you won't be for a long time! And that's okay!! But just know that if and when you do decide to try your luck at love... I know you can pull any person you lay your eyes on. I'm sure of it."

Hariet: "And I guarantee that whomever you do end up with, that the two of you will have just as great a relationship as me and Roy do!!"

Spewart: "...... Well, we'll see...! I don't think I'm ready to date again, but if I do change my mind about it, I'll let you know!!"

Hariet: "Okie-dokie!! I'm glad to hear it!!" *Walks away*