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ashensgrotto · 11 months

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The Sea's Sacrifice (Part 1)

Characters: AzulAshengrotto / Jade Leech / Floyd Leech x F!Reader

Total Word Count: 14.7k+

Part 1 (You are Here) Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Synopsis: A potential job as a marine biologist’s assistant leaves (Y/N) feeling something fishy going on behind the scene…

Author's Notes: Original Idea came from @merakiui 's annonymous ask with a short story / headcannon -> https://www.tumblr.com/merakiui/684490143936167936/ooohhh-i-love-those-writing-ideas-you-had-for-sea?source=share

and I absolutely love this concept and wanted to take it a step further. I don't write yandere nor fanfiction as much as I did a few years ago. However, I do hope I do this piece justice; I will had links to the next part once it is completed and ready for viewing.

Also, this is a work of fiction. I disagree anyone that justifies the following behaviors which are represented in this fic (if I think of more, I will add them as I go):

rape/non-consent/dub-consent, possessive/controlling/dominating behaviors, and manipulation

Cruel and cold like winds on the seas

Will you ever return to me

Hear my voice sing with the tide

My love will never die

Over waves and deep in the blue

I will give up my heart for you

***

If someone were to tell you that you’d eventually be pulled into the wrong end of the sea by, not one but three, unknown sea creatures - you’d probably laugh your head off, thinking they’ve lost their mind.

But how wrong you’d be.

When you had initially applied to work at Twisted Wonders - an emporium of oddities that were collected and studied by the greatest minds in existence - you thought you’d be taking an everyday desk job; answering phone calls, scheduling tours, directing visitors… that sort of thing.

Never in your right mind would you believe that you would be working alongside the Dire Crowley - director and owner of Twisted Wonders. Mr. Crowley was an acclaimed renowned genius with an air that was both mysterious and alluring. He was approximately 170 cm in height (five feet, seven inches) and wore rich tailored clothing made of silks and leather with gold embroidery and jewels embedded into the vest and belt; of course, he upped his strange allure by consistently wearing a heavy leather overcoat that hung to his frame, decorated in black feathers - real or faux, no one was sure, a top hat that perched on his head, and a mask of black that reminded you of a crow - his arched nose hidden under the long rim of the mask that poked out like a beak.

“Here’s the deal, (Y/N),” Mr. Crowley spoke, reclining back in his desk chair as a pair of golden eyes peered out from behind the mask, “We’ve recently acquired three creatures that need to be observed. My team, however, has been unsuccessful at getting remotely close to studying them. They seem to think that an outsider might have a higher success rate at being able to approach them more than any of us will due to their knowing who we are.”

“So, what is it exactly that you want me to do?”

“I want you to observe them,” Mr. Crowley spoke, pushing a contract towards you, “You will work with my group of scientists for about three months as well as the three creatures. You are to notate anything and everything you see the trio doing - how they eat, sleep, react with each other, and so forth - and document everything for our records, no matter how insignificant it is. If you prove your worth and competence within those three months, you will be moved to another position within the facility of your choosing.”

“And that’s it? That’s all I need to do?”

“That’s it.”

‘Seems pretty easy for a payment of twenty dollars an hour…’ you thought as you looked down at the contract before, “And this is my… compliance, right?”

“That would be correct, as well as a safety and confidentiality agreement,” Mr. Crowley answered, offering a pen in your direction.

You took the instrument and wrote your name across the bottom of the page on the dotted line.

“Alright,” Dire Crowley took the contract and stood, pressing a buzzer on his desk, “with everything in order, I’ll have Grimsley take you to meet Divus Crewel and Mozus Trein - the overseers of our aquatic project.”

“I’m sorry, did you say aquatic?” your eyes widened in surprise.

“Dear me, did I forget to mention that part?” Mr. Crowley tapped his chin, his glowing eyes looking up toward the ceiling before returning to rest on your features, “Our newest arrivals are of the oceanic nature - I’ve never met or seen them myself, however Professor Crewel and Professor Trein will be able to go over the basics with you and introduce you to the trio in question.”

“As long as they don’ forget the good stuff!” a snarky voice spoke from behind.

You turned in your chair toward the door to see the man who must’ve been Grimsley.

He was about 163 cm in height with pale skin and dark gray hair with tufts of flame blue poking out in random directions. His eyes also were flame blue and held mischief in their depths that matched the smirk on his face as a set of sharp teeth peered out from behind thin lips. He wore a suit of black with a vest that matched his hair, a black and white-striped tie, and a white dress shirt. Leather loafers padded softly against the carpeted flooring of Crowley's office as he held out a black leather gloved hand in greeting.

"Grimsley Overblot," the man smiled like a Cheshire cat, "I'm Mr. Crowley's henchman and errand runner here at Twisted Wonders."

"(Y/N) (L/N)," you answer, taking Grimsley's hand with a shake, "pleasure to meet you."

“Grimsley, go ahead and take (Y/N) to see the good professors,” Dire Crowley spoke, a satisfied smile on his features, “I’m sure the two are more than ecstatic to meet her.”

***

As it turns out, both men were ecstatic to meet you - though Professor Trein was a bit more reserved about it versus his partner.

Trein's appearance matched his personality - his posture indicated a "no nonsense" aura as did his unchanging features. His lips would quirk into a small smile before they would fall to a straight line as his dark eyes settled on your uneasy form, as if he enjoyed watching you squirm like a germ under the microscope. He was dressed as any scientist would; a heavy white lab coat that fell to his knees hung around his frame that covered a white dress shirt and charcoal-colored dress pants and loafers. His hair was gray with streaks of white and wrinkles covered every inch of his face and neck. He also wore a set of white pristine gloves and had a cravat around his neck with a singular emerald gem that held the cloth together.

As for his partner, Professor Crewel was a bit more… eccentric. Crewel had a sort of energy about him that reminded you of a young dog - not a puppy, but not an adult either. He was always cocking a smile that bore teeth, chuckling when he patted the top of your head as he called you "puppy." His clothing matched his laidback ideals too - a heavy black and white fur coat with a red silk lining covered the charcoal gray dress shirt and pants. His vest was black on one side, white on the other, and wore a red tie that matched the gloves on his hands.

“So,” Crewel spoke after introductions, pulling a cigarette out of his pants pocket and lighting the object, “any questions before we get you set up?”

“I guess my big question is what exactly will I be working with?” you ask.

“We believe the trio to be mers, but they’re not your typical ones,” Trein explained with a sniff as his features twisted at the smell of Crewel’s smoke, “All three of them have the upper bodies of men, but lower halfs of sea creatures. Two of the three half the lower half of what we believe to be that of a moray eel and the third the lower half of an octopus. The twins are typically more curious of the three, though they can be aggressive. Several of our closest colleagues were attacked by the duo after accidentally disturbing them - their bites have left scars and one of our colleagues actually lost their leg from their attack.”

“... and you don’t think I will?” you had to question, the comment coming out high-pitched.

“Well, moray eels - specifically - will attack only if they have been disturbed,” Crewel answered nonchalantly, “We believe there are similarities between the animals and the mers, which is why we are gathering as much information as we can. We want to know what the similarities and differences are between moray eels and the twins.”

“Okay, but I still don’t see how I won’t get attacked by those two. And what about the third?”

“You won’t be attacked as long as you stay still and don’t make any sudden movements,” Trein answered, “Once they get used to you, you’ll know.”

“As for the third,” Crewel answered, “he’s a cecaelia - half man, half octopus.”

You blink, “Don’t moray eels eat octopi?”

“Typically, yes,” Trein answered, “which is strange, in this case. The trio were originally found off the coast in the Coral Sea - living in harmony with each other. When we brought them here, the moray mers have consistently been surrounding the grotto that is in the enclosure - the cecaelia hiding within and rarely comes out. We think that the cecaelia may have raised the morays, but we’re not completely sure.”

“And it’s been a devil of a time trying to get a glimpse of him too,” Crewel shook his head, eyes rolling to the ceiling.

“You mean you haven’t seen him? Not once?”

“I saw him when he was first brought into the enclosure,” Trein sighed, “however, it was dark and I couldn’t see him very well - the eels could be seen because of the bioluminescence that exists within their bodies, allowing us to see their figures.”

“Speaking of which, come,” Crewel rested a hand to the small of your back, “let’s get you acquainted with our aquatic trio, hm?”

Crewel and Trein led you to the opposite end of their laboratory where a large glass wall stood with a set of double doors that led to what appeared to be the edge of a massive pool. Once inside, the smell of fish and humidity tickled your nose as the sound of lapping of water reverberated in the slightly dimmed room; the only light being illuminated from the pool itself. The gray walls stretched high, the ceiling covered by long triangular beams that permitted the echoes of voices and lapping water in the room. One the far left was a coat rack and a small freezer with a large fan blowing the heated air around the room.

“When you come in - which will be about six-thirty each morning, you’ll hang your coat on the rack and put your lunch in the freezer before feeding your charges,” Crewel explained, walking over to the freezer and lifting the lid, “We always restock the food the night before, so you don’t have to worry about not having anything in here for the day. There will be nine buckets total in the freezer - three for the morning, three for noon, three for dinner - so make sure you dump all three buckets in the water, but don’t toss the actual bucket into the water.”

“What’s in them?” you ask, wrinkling your nose at the mixture within the buckets.

“A collection of shellfish - shrimp, crab, clam, lobster - and assorted fish are what they primarily eat,” Crewel answered as he closed the lid to the freezer, “We’ve tried feeding the moray twins octopi - but they refuse to touch it and often threw it at the feeders when they came in. Also, feel free to wear something comfortable. The water temperature varies from 45℉ to as low as 39℉ so we have to offset that with the atmosphere in our enclosure here at approximately 77℉ to 85℉ - never mind that one of the twins likes to splash newcomers right off the bat.”

“So, shorts are ok?”

“Shorts would be preferred, so yes,” Crewel nodded.

“But not too short - lower thigh length to knee length is acceptable,” Trein chided, “you are also permitted to wear sandals within the enclosure as well as a t-shirt or tank top due to the humidity. However, if you do choose sandals and tank tops - please bring a spare pair of tennis shoes to wear on the way in and on the way out as closed toed and heels are required within the labs and main building as well as something to keep your shoulders covered; this is a place of employment, not enjoyment.”

When you nod, Trein continued.

“After you feed them their breakfast, take a seat and use the notebooks over here to document any findings,” Trein walks to the opposite end of the enclosure, opening a locker filled with office supplies, “Take whatever you think you might need for the day and have a seat at the edge of the pool and begin your observations. It might take a few days before one of the twins actually approaches you, but once they do, you should be able to start the observations with no problems. During your first few days, remember to stay still - morays attack when startled or provoked, which we don’t want to happen. You’ll let them come to you and, hopefully once you get acquainted, you’ll be able to do your observations with no trouble at all.”

“Alright.”

“Your shift will be twelve hours total,” Trein also explained, “you will be expected to eat lunch with the trio and feed them their supper before you leave for the night at six pm and place any of your notes back in the locker here for Crewel or I to collect at the end of the day. When you leave, make sure the door is locked. Typically, we will be here until eight, so we often check the door on our way out - but just so you are aware, the door does get stuck on occasion; you may need to knock on the door a few times and one of us or our staff will get you out.”

You nod again.

“Alright, are there any questions?” Crewel asked.

“No, I think I’ve got it.”

“Very well,” Trein smiles, “We’ll see you tomorrow at six sharp - no later.”

“Thank you very much for this opportunity,” you bow your head to both of them before shaking each of their offered hands as the two escorted you out of the enclosure - none of you aware of the two sets of heterochromia eyes that watched your figure from below the water’s surface.

***

One week passes slowly as you go through the motions as the Twisted Wonders aquatic observer.

Every morning, you arrive at quarter to six and greet Crewel and Trein at their laboratory doors. After they unlock and head into their own offices, you make your way to the enclosure and place your bag on the coat rack and the brown paper bag that contains your lunch in the freezer before hauling out the three of the nine gallon-sized buckets one at a time and dump the contents into the water, watching a little bit to see if anything will appear to snatch up a meal as the fish disappear into the murky depths of the pool. After watching the last piece of morsel disappear into the depths, you turn toward the locker, grabbing notebooks, pens and anything else you think you need and take a seat at the edge of the pool.

As the hours pass by, you jot notes down about anything you see - which is nothing.

7:30am: Ripples of water, no sign of the creatures

10:30am: Still no sign of the creatures

12:30pm: Fed mers, no sign of breaking the surface yet - maybe they know I am waiting for them and want nothing to do with me?

2:30pm: Still no sign

4:30pm: I heard a splash, but saw nothing. Maybe they’re nervous?

6:00pm: Fed the mers their supper - Hoping to get a sign of them before I leave today.

Day after day after day, the notes were the same: No sign. No sign. No sign.

By the end of the first week, you were beginning to wonder if you actually would ever see the creatures or if they even existed - or even, heaven forbid, if you were a test subject yourself for believing that there were mers that lived in the enclosure.

When Saturday morning came, you trudged into the enclosure with a heavy sigh and slowly began to begin the day’s events. Everything you did now seemed slower as the hope of seeing something otherworldly began to diminish like smoke. You pulled the first bucket of food out of the freezer and brought it to the edge of the pool, dumping the contents in before standing to return the bucket to the side of the freezer when something slimy and light hit the back of your head. Your hand instinctively reached up and brushed the hair behind your head, feeling traces of water and slime. You looked down to see what hit you, finding the bottom half of an unidentifiable colored fish laying behind you.

Your eyes shifted to look out into the pool - but no movement or any indication that something had thrown the half of the fish at you could be seen.

‘Maybe I’m just imagining things,’ you thought as a sigh escaped your lips, picking up the fish and dropping it into the second bucket before it was dumped over the edge of the pool as well.

As you turned your back to grab the last bucket, again something smacked against the back of your head, a clicking sound following shortly afterwards.

‘Ok,’ you thought, a slight smirk appearing on your features as you picked up the large hunk of lobster from the ground, ‘whoever or whatever you are, I’m assuming you want to play. Well, let’s play.’

You grab the last bucket and dump the contents into the water and kneel at the edge - watching like a cat watches a mouse before pouncing. A few moments pass before you feel your back begin to strain, forcing you to stand. As you do, a whole king prawn nearly smacks you in the face as another round of clicking echoes in the enclosure. You whip your face toward the pool, just in time to see two sets of eyes watching you.

Silence defends the enclosure as the three of you stare in silence at one another.

Your heart races as you realize that the creatures staring at you must be the twins.

You can’t see them completely - their entire bodies are hidden under the water while the tops of their heads and their eyes are the only thing being seen from your position at the edge of the pool as they regard you from a few meters away - but you can see that they are nearly mirrors of each other.

They both have skin the color of seaweed with short hair to match - a longer piece the color of deep sea teal arching in the front of their faces. Instead of human ears, they have fins - likely hiding the gills they use to breathe underwater behind them. The one on your left appears to be more cautious than their twin on the right - their eyes are sharp, their right colored brown and left colored gold, and watching every movement you make as if calculating whether to attack you or not. The one on your right appeared to have more of a droopy expression on their face, their lower eyelids dropping into a bored expression, but their gaze is still sharp. Like their twin, their eyes are different colors - the left colored brown and the right colored gold instead.

You swallow thickly, unsure of what to do exactly.

Moray eels attack if provoked, you recalled Crewel saying, so you didn’t want to make any sudden movements in case they read it wrong and attempt anything. However, it seems that the decision is quickly made when the one on your right slowly approaches the edge of the pool. You stay as still as possible as they approach, their eyes locked on yours as if in a trance.

When they reach the edge, you can see the length of his body in the murky depths. His skin is a darker seaweed teal with little stripe patterns on his cheekbones and arms - with likely more on his lower body hidden deeper in the depths. Large fins poke out from his lower arms, giving him and his brother the ability to glide through the water quickly. You couldn’t see his tail, but if you had to guess - you thought he could be approximately six feet in length or longer.

Then, salted sea water covers your entire body, causing you to sputter at the surprise at getting splashed as the moray mer peeled in laughter. His brother follows up with three sharp clicks before the duo disappear under the water, leaving you to wonder what in the world just happened.

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bambiraptorx · 8 days

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Not Quite Hidden AU: part 5. Word Count: 450. Readers chose: Leo's Point of View.

Leo is curious about a lot of things, like how vegetables are made, where Critter Crackers come from, and if he’ll grow hair like his dad’s. But right now, he’s curious about a person.

“Didja see the goat guy we met today? He was super tall!” Leo asks the cashier, a fishy looking lady, as she slowly adds up the total for their items. They didn’t get a lot today because Dad wants to make sure that it isn’t too much for the five of them to carry home, but it’s still taking her so long.

“Uh-huh.” She sticks her pen in her mouth for a second, glancing over the numbers she’s written down on a notepad. “We get dozens of people in here hourly, kid, I don’t pay attention to every freaking one.”

Leo wrinkles his nose. “But this guy was weird.” He acted almost like their neighbor across the hall of their apartment building, the lady who talks to him and his brothers sometimes if they see each other in the stairwells. Close to a stranger, but not quite. Like he knew them from somewhere. But Leo would remember a guy like that, he’s the best at remembering faces, and that makes it a mystery!

The cashier scrawls at the bottom of the page and hands it to Dad. “Whatever, kid. Sir, here’s your total.”

Donnie peers over the sheet from Dad’s side. “Toldja it’d be that much, Dad,” he whispers. Donnie always keeps track of the total and does the math in his head as they shop, but that’s too boring for Leo. And Donnie’s the faster adder anyway, and by a lot, so they can’t even make a race out of it.

“He had gold horns, and his face was all blue! Not the blue I like the most, though,” Leo continues loudly. Being louder usually makes adults listen when they aren’t paying him enough attention.

The cashier finally glances in his direction. “Wait, the guy’s wearing a mask? Sweet, Baron Draxum always tips crazy good. Hope it’s really him.”

Splinter pins his ears and huffs as he pulls out his wallet and counts out the right number of coins. “I would recognize him anywhere. Even at a grocery store, unfortunately. But I have no idea how he… oh, Purple, does this amount look right to you?”

Donnie nods.

“Yeah, that’s what he said his name was, Barry Draxum!” Leo echos importantly, but by then Dad is already pulling their groceries out of the cart they used and handing them out for carrying home. Huh, it seems like Dad isn’t responding. Maybe he doesn’t know anything?

Well, Leo’s got to en-vest-a-gate his mystery somehow. But how?

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ritcchamadayo · 1 year

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A Look Into The Past

Jade Leech x Reader ;

What happens when you find out that Jade used to have piercings before he came into NRC with you?

(yes this is to feed myself as well tskr Yana-sensei for giving us the idea of Jade with piercings...)

reader is a sophomore in this fic! same year as the twins!

Read Part 2 here! Read Part 3 here!

You were hanging around at Mostro Lounge, your hands busy stirring the drink that you had ordered for yourself while you studied for the upcoming exams. You also had earphones in while you worked, making sure no one was around to bother. Although, that didn’t stop Floyd barreling in and calling out to you. ”Koi-chan~!”

You jumped from the shock and comically threw your pen up in the moment, stumbling over the table to catch it. “F-Floyd! At least give me a heads up before running towards me like that..!” Floyd giggles from the reaction, bending down to rest his arm on the table. He was still in his basketball uniform- his hair strewn wildly across his head and face.

“Nee~ Umihebi-kun and Kani-chan were talking about their childhood photos earlier! They showed photos of when they were a tiiiny little fishie~” Floyd says, grinning. “Does Koi-chan have any pictures too?”

“Well that’s random..? None that I’ll show you for free tho!” you spat, crossing your arms. “I’ll show you mine and Jade’s! He won’t know~”

Hearing the name of the other eel, you can’t help but be intrigued. “Well, I guess two of you against one is good enough...” You took out your phone from your pocket, scrolling down the gallery to find any old pictures you could use. “Oh god, this is an embarrassing picture..”

In the picture is you at 4-year old, running around the beachside chasing a lost butterfly. Your hair was blown around by the wind while you had the biggest grin plastered on your face, the biggest Floyd’s ever seen.

“Hee, so Koi-chan can actually smile!”

“Oh shut it! Just because I don’t smile as much nowadays doesn’t mean I can’t!” You yell back, pouting at Floyd. “That’s a picture of me from when I was four. I think I have another one…” You pull up another picture, this time you were much older and in your junior high’s uniform. “This is… 4 years ago?” Floyd cooed at the sight. “D’aww, Koi-chan’s so tiny back then!”

“Hey, hold up your end of the bargain! Where’s your picture?” Floyd smirked and held up his phone, showing a picture of him in junior high holding onto what you assume would be one of Azul’s tentacles.

“So cute…! You and Jade used to look like this?? Adorable!!”

“Ah, but we don’t always look like each other. We had a phase~ We tried changing up our styles to see what fits~ Jade looks way different that he does now!”

“He does? I mean, how would it be so different?”

“Nn? You never knew?”

“Knew what?” You asked, leaning on the table and taking a sip from the drink.

“That Jade used to have a shit ton of piercings?”

You outright choked on your beverage, gripping the edge of the table. “He WHAT?!”

Floyd laughs, throwing himself on the sofa while cackling. “Yeah! It was easier to tell us apart~ He used to style his hair backwards and his ears were chock full of piercings!”

You were still sputtering in disbelief. “Ain’t no way. *That* Jade?! The one who always looks so prim and proper?!”

“Yeah~ I got pics, wanna see~?”

Curiosity kills the cat, so to speak. As soon as Floyd pulls up a picture of his twin in his merform, his hair slicked back messily and a bunch of piercings on his left ear alongside the sturgeon scale earring he still dons, you could feel your soul leave your body. Not just that, Jade had stuck out his tongue showcasing the silver piercing on the flesh, along with the one on his bottom lip.

“W-Wh- Hhuh-?! Aaa.. ?! That’s Jade?!”

“In the flesh.”

The silver and blacks of the metal seemingly made his teal hair pop out more. The countless studs on the inner side of his ear and above his eyebrow were shining under the lighting, and you could identify other types of piercings like a helix and an industrial piercing on the top of his ear. Oddly, it also made the fins on the side of his head look much more ethereal. Not only that, he had an undercut instead of his current hairstyle. Floyd says they were in the phase of trying out hairstyles, though.

It was almost as if something unlocked within you, your cheeks heating up as you stared at the picture with a hand over your mouth.

“Shit, he’s kinda hot.” Floyd laughs.

But what's Mostro Lounge without Jade being around to serve? The noises from your table has gathered his attention, watching intently from afar while you chat animatedly with his twin. There's something about the volume of your voices that echoes through the empty lounge, as Jade picks up the words "piercings" and his name being mentioned.

"My, I don't really take well for people who talk about me behind my back." Jade approached the table, a hand on his chest as he fake sniffles.

"Urk- Jade! H-hey there...!" You greet, flailing your arms around. "Hey Jade~ I was just showing Koi-chan our old pics! See?" Floyd took your phone from the table, showing Jade your old pictures as well. "Fufu, how adorable. Which picture of us did you show her, Floyd?"

"The one where we played tag with Azul~ Oh but I showed her a picture of you with your old piercings!"

You held out Floyd's phone towards Jade, and he gracefully picks it up and examines the picture. "Ah, this one. I didn't want to tell anyone here about the piercings, but... I do miss having them around."

Jade leans down, and you could see a few faint scars where his piercings would have been in the past.

"Dont'cha still have them somewhere in our room?"

"I think so. I'll look into it when I have the time, maybe."

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You had found yourself thinking and imagining the sight of Jade with his piercings more and more ever since that day. You daydreamed about it, drew sketches, even caught yourself staring at the eel-mer sometimes.

Even with all that, you truly didn't imagine to see a huge crowd in front of Mostro Lounge today waiting for said man.

"Eh? What's with the long line?"

"Haven't you heard? They said their vice-housewarden suddenly came into class with a totally different look!"

"Dude, I wanna see how he looks!"

That has gotten you more confused than anything. It wasn't until the crowd started going crazy and bumping against each other that you realize the person in question walking in, a hand reaching up to take off his hat.

"J-Jade?!"

"Oya, how nice for you to have come again."

You almost rolled your eyes, since you were practically a regular there. But you couldn't bring yourself to answer or get a witty remark out, with how Jade looked at you smugly.

His hair was partly slicked back, leaving his bangs naturally on the left side, giving him a slightly mature yet playful aura. On his left ear, along with the sturgeon scale earring, was a bunch of his old piercings relocated back onto his ear. There were a few additions you never saw on the old picture though- like the pair of silver studs attached to a line of chain that went from on top of his ear down to the lobe. The lip piercing was also back on the left side of his lips, even though it was just a clip-on.

"H...Holy shit."

"I assume you like my new look, yes?" He smirked, putting his hat back on his head.

You didn't even have to reply, your head just automatically nodded as you stared at his new look.

(somehow, his lips just looked even more kissable.)

It felt unreal for you as you sat down in the lounge, watching him work. Maybe ogling is the better word, seeing how you couldn't take your eyes off the man. You had a hand over your mouth as well, trying to hide the pink tint in your face.

Floyd notices and smirks, leaning on the side of your table after delivering a few drinks to a nearby table.

"So? What'cha think?"

"He's hotter in person."

Jade overheard the conversation while serving another table, and had to stop a sheepish laugh from coming out.

"Pfft- fufu, perhaps I should dress up like this more often."

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harryleatherfit · 8 months

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for so long ༻꧂

part 1 >< moving

4.6K x dbf!neighbor!joel x f!reader

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warnings: [NO OUTBREAK] divorce, parents fighting, death, grief, alcohol consumption, age gap (reader 24 joel 47), dbf!joel, soft!joel

authors notes: i have been wanting to write dbf!joel for so damn long it’s not even funny. this will probably be a shorter fic with longer chapters, but we will see 🤫🤫

word count: 4.6 k

Cerulean blue and baby orange.

The only colors that made sense since birth. The sky and the water mix together to make a picture, one will never escape the world. The beach, as that would be simplified down to, is simply a get away, a lifestyle.

Your dads boat, the only thing that mattered. The time you spent with your dad out on the water was the only thing that meant the whole world to you. You didn’t care about going to the movies or boys… you cared about spending time with your dad and learning. Knowledge made you feel good, you felt good being about to repeat what was put through your brain. You were in due time to go back to school again.

You were starting 7th grade this year and it was exciting, the middle of Junior High. It was time to start thinking about what you wanted for your future. Your parents didn’t push you too much, but they always put it in your head to start thinking about college. College.

That was years down the road, only the beach mattered. You would only be here for a couple more summers with your parents and then you would have to move away. Leave your baby brother James, leave and become a part of society.

You were fearful, but it wasn’t necessarily bad. You were precautious with what you wanted to do, but you were just a kid and that’s the only thing that mattered.

“Hey, bear. Can you hand your mom and I some more Dr Pepper, and pass me some more bait while you’re at it.” Your dad asks.

You fiddle around in your dads cooler, looking for his bait and getting your parents more soda. You had your journal open and you were studying little film of algae.

“What are you writing about bear cub?” Your mom asks. You hand your dad the soda’s and his bait, hugging him as you rub your little brother's cheek. Your mom was holding him, James was just a couple years old and he was recovering from a temper tantrum. You were always calm with him and tried to help him figure through his emotions.

Being a toddler was tough work, and you always helped your parents with James. Your little brother needed you.

He crawled out of your moms arms, “Sissy,” He tugs at your shirt,” Can I come look at the wawter wif you?”

You tickle his neck and he laughs, “Of course you can James .” You pick him up and set him into your lap, letting him pick up your pen and pencil. You tear out a piece of paper for him, balling it up and letting him throw. He chucks it into the body of water, breaking the algae.

“See James, look at the green and the world beneath you opened. More sunlight, all it took was for you to break it.”

“Wook at the pweety green sissy.” He repeats.

“I know it's so pretty, but you see the fishy? All the little rocks under?” He crawls and you hold him in place at the edge of the boat. He oggles beneath him and you remember how this was his first time getting to see aquatic life. You studied how he watched the earth below him, fastened how he worked.

On the other end of the boat, you could hear your mom and dad start to argue. This had been going on for a while, you didn’t think anything of it and we’re trying to show that you didn’t care. You had to be strong for James, you had to be strong for your parents.

“Jason, that restaurant is gonna kill us, you know that. We have to move from the beach.” Your mom tried to keep down.

“Bryn, no it’s not. We can make it this summer. I don’t know why you always keep this up, I told you I have it all figured out.”

“Jason, stop lying to me. I saw the reports, I saw it all and you’re lying straight to my face.”

“Stop, just stop-”

“Daddy, wook at the fish over here!” James tuts. Your parents flip turn to you, catching that you caught their whole conversation. You give a meek smile, and they try to lighten the mood but you knew this was more than that.

“Bryn, let's just have a good day with the kids, a good summer day.”

“Hello, earth to Bear.” Your dad waves his hand in front of your face. You saw an entrance sign to that lake you were on with your family so many years ago, taking you back to a time you never thought you’d relive again. “I’ve been trying to get your attention.” Your dad says.

“Sorry, just spaced out for a second, what were you trying to say?” You blink, the whole drive you were listening to your dad’s music, trying to fall asleep but you couldn’t.

“James is excited to see you, he misses you a lot.” You hadn’t gotten to see him since last summer, you were kept at college working on your Masters paper. Your last year of school had caught you whole, no time for anything.

James was so much older now, “I feel bad for missing last year, he still plays baseball right?”

“Yeah he’s so excited for you to come to summer games, and he wanted you to come to a team campfire on the beach.”

“I would love to.” You stare out on the road. You missed the beach, you missed the old town.

You had visited for a couple weeks each year during high school, but that was so long ago. Your parents had divorced when you were in middle school, and you were right when you were younger- things weren’t going well.

But the divorce was smooth, your parents remained friends, and you moved in with your mom, and your brother stayed with your dad. That part wasn’t ideal, but each parent was happy. You would always miss the other half of your family but that’s how things worked out in the split. During the last of high school you spent the holidays at the beach with your dad. Your mom came along and you were a family again. They did this for you, a special rarity you would remember for the rest of your life.

But then the start of University, and you never had time to leave so your family had to see you. Your dad and James would hole up near your college to celebrate the end of the year, and after that you’d have visit your mom, she was busy herself, but in a heartbeat you would go see her, even if you had to make the time.

You loved your mom, living with her. Her smile. Your mom was the reason why you were so prosperous in your youth, she pushed you enough, but she always showed you her love.

And on a quiet morning while you were studying, during this past year and your final months of college, you were in your shared apartment with your childhood best friend Lexie and you got the call that your mom died.

She died in the hospital due to a car crash. It was all so sudden, and you really didn’t believe the surgeon over the phone, but finally as you walked into the room, you saw your dead mother clothed and washed. Ready to be buried. James didn’t take it well, but you still had to be strong for him. The funeral was beautiful, with flowers and so many people from your childhood. It was a reunion and you realized how many people cared. A precious life celebrated with love and happiness.

The following days you stayed with your dad and James, not knowing where you belong, what to think, what to believe. All you had to do with them was be yourself, some version of normal.

During that time, that was when your dad asked you if you wanted to move to the beach after you graduated.

“It might be nice bear, you’d get to be with James more, and you wouldn’t have to worry about groceries or rent. You could stay with us as long as you’d like, that Lexie friend could come visit if she’d like. You could work with me, or not. I don’t mind.”

You thought about it, family. Some time to heal.

“I’d like that dad.” You hug.

You still weren’t sure if you had mourned enough, or had taken care of yourself enough but you had to finish college. You had to finish your degree, you had to push yourself. Your mom would have been proud.

Time and time again, Lexie tried to comfort you, and you appreciated it, but you had to be on your own for a while. You told her you were moving in with your dad, told her that she could come visit, and as Lexie would be, she was proud of you.

It was time to move on, it was time to forgive yourself.

And today was the day, leaving with your dad for the summer, or however long you needed to get back on your feet. Passing roads, old farms, signs associated with this beach drive. Finally reaching the little coastal town. The sun was setting, beautiful as could be.

“I don’t know if you remember but the town still does baby turtle ocean thing, it’s going on all summer and people can volunteer to help, if you’d like.”

“Could we- I’d like to go this weekend?”

“I wouldn’t mind that sweet pie, I’ll get James to come this weekend, I remember you both used to watch the turtles so long ago.”

You thought of James' little laugh, his baby toddler giggle looking at the turtles swimming into the water. His youth was so again, so precious to you.

“Over there they’re building a whole new shopping center. I talked to the mayor and he thought it would bring in more people.”

You chuckle, “I guess you beach hoodlums need more retail therapy I suppose.”

“I suppose.” He mumbles, “I miss you kiddo, so much has changed but I’m excited for you to see.”

“I am too, it’ll be a good summer.” That's all you wanted.

Your dad turns into the neighborhood, so many new houses, new cars that you’ve never seen.

“Do the smiths still live here? I remember James played with Isaac all the time.”

“Ah, they moved away a few years ago, the mom got a job more inland but I take James to go visit Isaac sometimes.”

You nod your head, “Anyone new in the neighborhood? Any women maybe?”

“Bear,” He eyes you. You had never seen your dad with another woman, or he had never even mentioned a woman, you weren’t worried but it was time.

“What? I mean there hasn’t been anyone since mom, you can’t rot away for years and not date, you’ll waste your old man potential.” You comment.

“Old man potential.” He repeats. “Nobody wants a crusty man that all he does is fish and run a beach restaurant.”

“Hey… I mean some women may dig that. Who knows.” You smirk, your dad was an acquired taste, your mom did divorce him.

“Yeah, but uh a few families moved in here and there,” He explains, “I don’t know if you remember, but some years ago my buddy from high school, Joel and his younger daughter Sarah moved in next to us. Sometimes his brother Tommy will come around, they’re nice.”

You remember that name.

“The millers?” Of course you remembered them. You babysat Sarah Miller, but you could have never forgotten her father.

“Yeah maybe, you might’ve met them when you were in undergrad.”

“I did, I babysat for Sarah and she helped me with my flash cards, she’s a good kid.” That must’ve been 5 years ago now, you spent so much time focusing on your fucking degree 5 years felt more like 40.

“She is, after that boy Isaac left James took a liking to Sarah.”

You gasp, “James likes a girl!”

Your dad pulls into the driveway, “Shh don’t tell him I told you.”

You imitate zipping your lips. You jump out the car, “Lets get my stuff out later I wanna go into the house.” It was getting dark so you just wanted to bring your backpack in with you.

“Pretty lights dad, so pretty with the water in the back.”

“James loves those, they weave all around to the back deck.” You scope out the outside of the house, it looked like no one was home so walking up the stairs was a hard time. Until you realized there was none.

“Hey uh dad, did you know these are-?”

“Oh! Yeah Joel and Tommy are fixing that, paying them to renovate a little around the house, they have their own contracting brand and I trust Joel with my life. I couldn’t resist.”

The garage opens and you race inside, excited to see James. Feverishly opening the door to the house, “Hey bear cub, wait up!”

Before you open the door you see your dad pull out his phone, and..

“Surprise!”

People everywhere in the kitchen and living room, not many that you recognized but people that must’ve known your dad and brother.

A Welcome Home sign was big and tied across the main wall above the fireplace, fairy lights strung everywhere. Balloons floating about, food in the corner of your eye. The whole house smelled of familiar sweet and savory. The salt musk of the beach lingering.

“You’re home!” James came sprinting to you, causing you to drop your bag. You drop to him squeezing him so hard, you hadn’t seen him really since the funeral.

“You’re so big now! You had to have grown half a foot.” You whisper into his ear, patting down his hair. You didn’t really care if people were watching, or noticing how you were with James, then again you didn’t know any of them, and this was now your home too.

“You saw me a few months ago, I haven’t changed at all.”

“I know, I know.” You kiss his cheek. “Big bad Freshman.” You let off your strong hold, standing up.

“Dad…I didn't know you were throwing a surprise party.” You speak under your breath.

“That’s the point kiddo, a nice welcome home surprise. I wanted you to get to meet some people in the town and neighborhood, but thank James, he decorated it all, took my card and got the food and decorations.”

You pin his head, holding him under your arm.

“This little sucker planned all this.” You chip, looking up at the lights, then to all the smiling people. . “It’s perfect.” You let go, “Thank you everyone, this means a lot you’re all here.” You call out to the group. This was the most people you’ve been around since the funeral, you weren’t worried, but just taken aback, “I was trapped in the car with this fisherman for hours.” You smile at your dad. Everyone laughs, “My little girls back in town, free drinks at the restaurant this weekend.” He throws his fist in the air, an eruption roar swallows the entire room.

“Well I’m not going anywhere, so I’d love to get to meet you all.” You offer, people breaking into conversation, some looking at you, and now the go ahead from James to get food.

“Bear, I have to show you the deck!” James tugs you by the shirt, shoving you away from the living room. You grab onto the sliding glass door, finding more people outside, did pops have to invite the whole damn town?

Taken aback at the scenery, the last sliver of sun spilling onto the oceanfront. Waves crashing onto shore further in the distance. A match made in heaven.

Fairy lights on stakes around the deck, a tiny fire in the middle of the sitting area, warm wood under your feet. None to cause splinters. Your dads fishing gear all propped up. It was the dream house for you three.

“Dad…” You blink, “This is beautiful, when did you get this fixed up? I remember almost putting my foot through the wood…” You pause. “And that dock up there, when did that get put in?”

“That was put out plus all of this shit was fixed because of the Mill-”

“Sarah!” James yells into the living room. You watch her run out to fist bump James, and then run to hug you. She had changed so much, barely able to recognize her.

“Look who we have here.” Two men, vaguely familiar, men that you not only remember because you baby sat one’s beautiful daughter, but these men you remember being very, admittedly attractive.

Dumbstruck filled your body, no words to think. The whole family was beautiful, not having to see them for years was like meeting a family of chiseled romans. Sarah was absolutely beautiful, how was she just a freshman?

Eyes lingering up to Tommy, he had drooping long hair now, but it suited his face. Casual style, he went to shake your dads hand.

Now the man behind Tommy, the man who you remembered, Joel.

Trying not to linger too much, stepping aside with your dad, Joel went up and crushed him with a hug. His eyes opened, looking behind at you. Smiling, not knowing exactly what to say, you observe.

Joel had salt and pepper hair, porn style mustache, and a miscellaneous beard. His jeans fitting tightly around his waist, his arms bulging out of his shirt. Looking around when they all walked in, it got quieter inside and out. You could tell, mostly the women, the older women seemed to follow out near the deck.

“Heard James was the party planner for the whole night, good job buddy.” Tommy praises.

Joel lets go of your dad, “Jason, you didn’t tell us she’d be coming home.” Cheerfully, he looks at you, up and down.

“Yeah she’s living here now, freshly out of college.” He smiles, pulling you in for a side hug.

Looking down trying to think of something, “Thank you guys for coming, honestly Sarah I didn’t know you and James were in the same grade.”

“Oh no we're not.” She slaps his side playfully, “I’m a year older and I get to taunt his freshman ass.”

That makes the whole group laugh, happy to see your brother at least have one friend into high school.

“Tell us again, what did you do in college? Your pops here went on and on about your graduation.” Tommy asks, taking a seat next to James and Sarah.

Finally squeaking up, “I uh… I have a Masters in Ocean engineering, minored in economics focusing on math.”

Joel nods his head, tutting almost in his way of approval, standing on the other side of you now.

“I remember your dad tellin us all about that a few years back, why the interest?” Joel looks at you again, but differently.

Thinking on it, there were so many instances. The beach, boat days with your dad. Just water and animals, the earth.

“Well I guess from a young age, I was fascinated with the science of water life. Making 97% of the world, so many animals we don’t know of and so many that are extinct. It’s honestly all observation and numbers.” You shrug.

“Observation and numbers…” Joel stares at you, not letting go of your eyes.

Back when you would babysit Sarah, Joel would linger in your head for weeks. Watching him and Tommy work in their open garage while you would study wasn’t made for the easy minded.

Growing up either you were never the type to date, too much going on in your life at everypoint and you were focused on school, your friends and family. Dating was in the depths of your mind. But whenever you were with your dad, you remembered that seeing Joel Miller would ignite flames in your body.

No boy your age could fill the void, you fucked around but nothing ever stayed stable. You strayed away from anything serious, because truly you didn’t want anything serious when you were in college.

Joel was older. He was a dad, stable and made a living for himself. Not knowing him deeply was a fault, but something inside you spoke that he was a good man, with no ill intent for this world. There was this coexisting natural instinct being around him, but you were still young. No way in hell would anything ever happen, but you’d like to think in your head he might have thought of you in some sort of way.

In this moment, the passion or even lust you felt for Joel back then flooded through your veins, shaking you whole of your life. Stripping you empty of any amount of pride you had from innocence.

“She’s smarter than her pops, that's for sure.” You grin at him, “You remember in college when you failed that math entrance exam and you had to go to a math class at the high school next door?” Joel teases, him and your dad take seats in rocking chairs, you stay standing.

“Hey we all weren’t gifted like this one and Bryn.” Your dad comments. Bryn.

“How is Bryn by the way?” Tommy asks.

Your head shoots to Tommy, confused.

“You didn’t tell him?” Your dad asks Joel, he shakes his head. James froze and you stayed still, you hadn’t really heard her name in a few weeks.

Joel exchanges between you and your dad, “I didn’t really think to tell him but…” Joel starts.

“Tell me what?” Tommy interjects.

Your dad looks at you, then at Tommy.

“Well uh Tommy you weren’t really around, but Bryn died because of a car crash a couple months ago.”

It’s silent, you adjust your weight to the opposite leg, praying this would pass, this awkwardness of people not knowing what to say. All eyes on you know. The shallow breath sinking in your left ear from Tommy.

“Well I had to get my passion from someone, right?” You stare not at your dad, but the water past him. The last thing you wanted to talk about was your mom.

Everyone agrees, clearing their throats. The simple shared awkwardness swallowing you whole.

“I’m gonna go grab my bags dad, I’ll be back in a little, ‘scuse me.” You turn, “James this really is beautiful.” Pardoning yourself from the little group, you weren't really going to go back to the car, the beach doc was where you were headed.

It was dark enough that no one could see you, and ‘a little’ would be the rest of the night. You loop off the deck, rushing in the shadows of the light so no one could see you. Tears slipping faster than before. You wait a few seconds, then you book it to the doc.

The stars never looked brighter, you made it to the end, and turning around, none of them were looking at you.

Relief flooded through you, no scene was caused and your exit wasn’t as embarrassing as you thought.

You sat at the edge, catching your breath. Today was the most talking, let alone thinking you’ve done in a while. You knew this was going to be hard, coming back to the place you lived at during your childhood, you knew that a part of your life was over and revisiting it with a dead parent living through you was going to fry your heart.

Was there ever a possible way of making out of this alive, ever truly able to live on a forget?

Not properly realizing, but the memory from earlier was your last decently happy one you had with your parents together. More things to be reminded that your mom was no longer with you. How long was her loss going to strip you of pain, eat you whole and never stop?

“Hey,” Immediately you swipe the snot and tears off of your face at the tone of voice, Joel. “Mind if I sit with you?”

Peering up, you nod at him, scooting over on the wood. He sat close, but still with space. He brought a couple beers with him.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to cause anything, I don’t want my dad to worry.”

“It’s okay, he wanted to check on you, but I thought it was better if someone else came out.” He shrugged.

“Want one?” He holds a beer out for you.

You nod yes, holding out for one.

You knock it open on the wood, taking a swig despite the horrible taste of your dads beer. You were next to Joel Miller.

It was better, with it being Joel. Instantly your body repositions, counting every breath you make. His scent lingered to you, knocking out your nose. He overpowered the sea, trying to place every note and detail about him.

You look back at the house and you could hesitantly see the whole female population looking your way.

“Looks like you’ve got some fans.” You scoff.

“What? Jealous?” He quirks his eyebrows at you.

He knows.

You look down smirking, trying to avoid his perfect fucking face. Another drink.

“I forgot to tell Tommy, he hasn’t been in town lately.”

“Don’t worry, he didn’t know, no ones fault.”

A few beats go by. The waves crashing for your silence.

“I get what it's like, death and grief.”

Slightly you turn to Joel, he’s looking out on the water.

“Sarah's mom died when she was born. I had to be a dad and mourn my wife at the same time.”

You wanted to say something, but you knew from first hand experience words don’t comfort anyone.

“Does it get any easier?” You whisper.

“It does, it’ll take a while but I promise it does.” He looks at you now. “Your dad and Tommy helped me through most of the stuff, but I had to figure out on my own what I wanted my life to look like.”

You blink, “And what if that never happens for me…what if I can’t do things on my own?”

“Don’t worry princess, it will. You’re bright you know? Better than this whole town.”

Your heart skips a beat. Laying down on the wood now, letting your feet dangle off the end, “I remember all those nights you would study, or you couldn’t come to dinner because you were nose deep in a book. That’s passion sweetheart.” He lays down beside you, staring at the stars.

His words were jumbling inside your head.

Your mom, him. Just moving back. He was so close to you now.

Whatever this was, you could almost feel it. Had it been brewing for so long?

But you were still young, and he was way older. It will always stay that way, and he’s your dad’s best friend, neighbor too. You can’t do this. You couldn’t mistake his kindness for comfort.

You close your eyes tight, forcing your tears to not be shown. You didn’t know what you wanted.

His hand brushed your cheek, swiping your tears away.

“It’s okay to cry, don’t close your eyes.” He whispers.

“First day back in town and I’m already crying, of all people being you.” Choking on your words

He scoots closer, his body warmth turning your insides.

Your breath coincides with his and the tears stop.

“I don’t think he would care.”

“Who?” He says.

“Jason.” You confirm.

With that, he brings your forehead to his lips, freezing as his hand wraps in your hair. He says nothing, watching him get up and walk away.

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alicetallula · 3 months

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Steddie Valentine's Day Exchange - Eddie making Steve's blind date better - For Fishie - 12.02.2024

It was a blast to participate to the Steddie Valentine's Day Exchange and to draw something for @whataboutthefish 🥰❤️

I was immediately hit by the image of Steve and Eddie on a date sharing a milkshake. And for context it would be Steve being stood up while on a blind date and Eddie finding him and saving the day, making sure Steve has a good time~

Eddie : "So are you glad I ruined your blind date, big boy~?"

Steve *smiling* : "I am, but don't drink all the milkshake, you fiend~"

Done using watercolors, ink pens, gel pens, colored pencils, alcohol markers, acrylic paint pens and Photoshop for the hearts

AO3 post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Patreon post / Pillowfort post / Twitter post

#steddievday #steddie valentine's day exchange 2024 #stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #fanart #tallula03's art

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ashlayan · 9 months

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In memory of the victims

Tw: SFW, can be read as gender neutral tho written with a fem reader in mind, fluff, slight angst at the end, implied abuse (not by the wanderer or the reader).

Pairing: Wanderer x Reader

!In relation to the Genshin community incident in China!

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"I'm boooored" you whine, probably for the hundredth time now, as you continue lying on the sofa, one foot dangling over the side, kicking the air.

Nahida and the Traveler were off doing something about fungi and a dragon..? (They didn't really explain.) And left you and the Wanderer to hold fort in the Sanctuary of Surasthana.

The wanderer sighs, and scowls back at you from his spot on the desk, still writing whatever Vahumana essay he was working on this time. But instead of another annoyed response, he decides to simply turn around and ignore you completely.

You gasp internally. He's ignoring me now?! Oh no no no!

Pushing yourself up and walking towards him you say "Hey! That was rude!" You pout.

No response. You get to his side and stare at him, yet he doesn't even bat an eye in your direction. You lean even closer and poke his cheek, "Is my cute Scarameow being fussy again?" You ask cheekily. This time, the response is immediate. He drops his pen and turns around to properly glare at you. "I told you not to call me that." He says scowling. You don't answer, simply preserve eye contact and give him your bestest pout.

By the thirty seconds mark, he breaks; "Ugh fine, quit the stupid puppy dog eyes they don't even look cute." He says, like a liar.

You keep going, "Oh no I made Scarameow angwy," he gives you his flattest stare, "I know how to make it up to you! Should I get my cutie patootie some fishies?" You poke at his cheek some more.

He rolls his eyes "You just want to feed me fish because I look like a cat to you." You look like a kitty to everyone pookie you think but you don't say it, instead you answer "Did I mention I would cook it myself for you?"

Suddenly, his books were closed, papers back in their respective folders and he himself was dragging you towards the exit to the Sanctuary of Surasthana. "Let's hurry," he says, "you need fresh fish right? We can get some from the Grand Bazaar."

You giggle as you notice his ears had taken a purple hue "Slow down! The fishies aren't gonna swim away!"

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Walking back from the Bazaar hand in hand, you consider the steps to creating your grilled fish dish when suddenly, you hear a little meow.

...Your head immediately whips towards the Wanderer's direction.

He doesn't even bother looking back at you and simply says "You remember I'm not actually a cat right?"

"Ah- y-yeah." You look away sheepishly. He sighs but doesn't seem all that surprised or bothered.

The two of you continue on your way home, then get started on the cooking as soon as you get there. He takes over the salad and rice saying something about yours never coming out "just right", but you knew that was nonsense, he just wanted to help.

Just as you're done cleaning the raw fishes and about to start grilling them, you hear the same meow sound from before. You and Wanderer halt and share a look.

"Do you think the poor thing followed us from outside and got stuck in here?" You say, already placing the fishes inside the cryo box for now.

"Let's search for it." Wanderer says, moving out of the kitchen area as you followed after him.

The two of you split up, looking through the entire sanctuary trying to find the little fur ball to no avail. You even decide to check the outside area but still find nothing.

You were starting to get really worried. "We looked everywhere... are there secret passages we don't know about?"

Wherever this kitty was stuck was so well hidden that if you didn't find it in the daylight you doubted you could at night.

Wanderer thought for a moment "There's still one place we haven't checked." He looked up, "I'll fly up to the roof and take a good look around, I could also check the tree branches in the surrounding area..." He glanced at you "I could carry you up with me-" You quickly interrupt him "We both know I'd just slow you down," you waved him off " you go, I'll just uhh... Go back down the stairs and check carefully again." You doubted you'd find anything down there, but you knew Wanderer only offered to take you up with him as a kind gesture, you wouldn't be much help up there without the ability to fly freely.

He nodded, seemingly understanding you wordlessly, and with nothing more to say, flew directly up.

You started descending the outer stairs of the sanctuary and, sure enough, there was no more mewling to hear. You'd made it all the way down when you spotted an older lady feeding some birds at the base of the Divine Tree.

"Hello ma'am," you call out politely. It was a long shot but it wasn't like you had anything better to do while you waited, so you approach her. "Have you seen any cats running around here by any chance? Maybe following anyone going up The Divine tree?"

"Oh dear have you lost your pet young one?" The old lady asked worriedly "No I'm afraid I haven't seen anything like that... And trust me I would notice," she motioned towards the pigeons she was feeding, "all of these little fellas would have scattered quickly enough if any cat came milling about."

"Oh, I see." You said. Now you should go back up and see if Wanderer found anything, hopefully the kind old lady doesn't start telling you a story or anything of the sort because you really should get goi- "Actually, " the old lady says solemnly, interrupting your thoughts, "that does remind me of a sad little tale I heard from the locals."

Great.

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You find Wanderer where you last saw him, near the entrance of the Sanctuary of Surasthana, waiting for you.

As you approach, he tells you he found nothing, that he'd tried again and again to follow the source of the mewling, but the area was clear. "I could look for Nahida," he suggested "maybe you're right and there really are some secret passage ways, she could tell us how to access them." He belatedly notices the paper bag you were carrying.

You sigh. You don't know how much longer you can hold in the excess emotions but you do your best. Now is not the time. "Don't bother..." You say very quietly, almost whispering. "I... I figured out what's going on." You say, thinking back to the old lady's words.

You start walking back towards the sanctuary, not checking to see if he follows you. He does anyway. "Oh? Well spill it out then."

You stay silent, resolutely walking forward without looking at him.

"The suspense is killing me." He dead pans.

When you don't bother bickering back, he starts getting actually worried. "Hey... Are you ok? Did I miss something?"

You push open the sanctuary's door, still not looking at him and say: "Help me prepare the fish... I need some time to process something."

He freezes in place, eyes wide "Did- did I do something wrong- did I-" You hug him tight, with a shaky breath. "Listen to me. You did nothing wrong. Not this time." That seems to calm him enough, and he pulls back a little, staring at your face. You don't know what expression you're making right now, but he seems to steel himself and say "... Let's prepare the fish then."

The two of you work fast in a tense silence. After plating both of your meals and saving two plates for Nahida and the Traveler, you get started on your new main task.

You slice some thick pieces of fish and arrange them into a small plate. You then pour some fresh milk into a small bowl and hand both to Wanderer who looks quite lost but is following your lead without question.

You grab the brown paper bag and empty it, revealing a small gardening shovel and a wooden plank on which you quickly scribble something, then you lead him out of the sanctuary, towards a secluded spot in the courtyard and immediately get to work.

He watches as you dig with the small gardening tool, securing the wooden plank in a tight horizontal hole, and sees what was written on it's surface...

Once you're done, without prompting, Wanderer places the small offerings in front of the makeshift grave titled "Here lies the spirit of a victim, may it find peace" It's all symbolism really, but you're hoping it helps.

"...So are you going to explain what we're-"

You hold his hand and squeeze " Shh, listen."

He does, he listens intently but hear's nothing. The sanctuary's small courtyard is quiet now.

"...it stopped. It was never really here though was it." It doesn't sound like a question.

You finally release your hold on your feelings, your eyes tearing up, your body shuddering slightly, and you squeeze Wanderer's hand some more. The two of you stand there, hand in hand, staring at the grave.

"It was before Nahida took back her rightful place." You croak out. "The mahamatra never found him, they just had a few vague witness descriptions of a guy coming around these parts and grabbing the stray cats... He seemed suspicious enough that someone even tried to chase him down once." It's like your feelings gain momentum, your crying turns into sobbing, your shaking gradually intensifies. You feel his hand release yours only for his arms to wrap around your shoulders, you look away from the grave and hide your face in his neck.

You completely miss his murderous expression.

It was obviously not directed at you, and while he was still looking at the little grave, it wasn't directed at the poor dead thing either.

He was not going to let this go. He was going to find the person responsible and. They. Would. Pay.

That he swore.

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A/N: Some ... People in the genshin cn community, apparently felt so "disrespected" by a fictional character that they deemed "too rude", so they decided to dox and stalk Mihoyo employees, create forums to bash on Scaramouche/Wanderer and his writers and designers, bullied his fans, tried to pressure Mihoyo into deleting him from the game, sent his design images to some chinese authority figures as if he were a "threat to the nation", and, the cherry on top of this disgusting cake, unalived their own cats because they looked like scarameow.

Please share this information, it's what we can do to help our sisters and brothers who have to live in the same country as these freaks.

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peachyyykid · 8 months

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Deceivers Ch. 23 - Travels

word count: 2778

Chapter 22 - Plans

Two days ago, on an unknown island in the New World

After the long talk with Frewin, the two of you had come to a decision. The plan was genius, and you were in luck that it was so convenient.

Instead of having to go back to sea, potentially dying, Cawrolin would take you to the island where Jeany lived.

When Frewin first proposed the idea, you couldn't believe how that was supposed to work, but it would go like this: Cawrolin would wait for a newspaper bird and blackmail it, forcing it to take a letter to the Victoria Punk. In case that it would fall in the wrong hands, you couldn't use any names, locations or general remarks that could benefit the wrong people.

Then came the trickiest part: If Kid and the crew even wanted to come and help you, they would roughly have to arrive at the same time as you. Also, they couldn't answer your letter, so you just had to hope and see.

In two days' time, you would already sit on Cawrolin's back, hopefully not falling to your death in the process.

Right now, you sat at the table writing, sipping another glass of Frewin's self-made lemonade. The pen glided over the rough paper and your thoughts travelled onto it.

Hey you guys,

You're probably wondering how the fuck I sent you this letter. Long story short: My new friends and I threatened and blackmailed the newspaper bird. I can't wait to tell you, it was an experience. Good news is, I am safe and not alone. I have help.

I'm so sorry for leaving. I really am! It was stupid, I didn't think it through, and I foolishly thought I could handle it alone. I was too chicken to ask for your help. I thought maybe you wouldn't want to help me. I realised too late that that's not the case at all. You guys (all of you!) are the closest thing I had to a family in months. But I will tell you all that to your faces when we see each other again, because that's what you deserve, and I don't have much time.

They have J and my brother. And by they I mean everyone we don't like. Captain was right, something was fishy. Remember J? You should know where she lives. I will be heading there tomorrow. Might take me a day or two to get there, depending. I have a ride, but unfortunately, it's not durable enough to drop me off with you.

I don't expect you to be there for me after I drugged our night watch and the captain and fled, but I wanted to let you know that I'm safe. The sea didn't get me.

I WILL NOT do anything stupid, I promise. No confrontation and such. I just want to do everything I can to help my brother and my best friend. My new friends can't come with me, so I'm on my own.

I miss you. Please wish me luck.

The next paragraph is just for our captain. Seriously, hand the letter to him now. I mean it. I know that F and J are still reading it at this point. Hand it over or I WILL cut of your fingers one by one with a rusty butter knife.

Hey you,

I am sorry, from the bottom of my heart. I broke my promise. If you are willing to give me another chance at being your... doctor, I will gladly take it and not mess up. I will make up for everything, no matter how and how long it takes. You're confusing me most of the time, but right now I'm sure that I'd rather be where you are than anywhere else.

Love,

Doc

You held the letter in your hands and read it again. You really couldn't afford any slip ups, but it seemed very vague for strangers and specific to your friends.

Cawrolin cawed and you looked at her. The newspaper bird stood next to her, looking absolutely miserable. Neither Frewin nor you knew what she had blackmailed him with (and how...), but it seemed to be successful.

Carefully, you read the letter one last time, chuckling at the warning for Flipper and Jonah. Anyone other than Kid reading the last part would be kind of embarrassing.

"Alright!", you exclaimed, before putting the letter into an unmarked envelope.

"Don't worry, they won't leave you hanging", Frewin said.

"I'm not worried!" Your voice sounded fake.

Of course, you were a little worried. You abandoned them after all. Maybe this was the last chance you had with them, especially with Kid.

"Of course not!", Frewin grinned, "are you all packed though? Food, water, maps, log pose just in case? Your knives?"

"Yes, to all of that", you answered dutifully.

"They're gonna be there, (y/n)", Frewin said, his voice now without humour. He sounded like he genuinely believed it.

You nodded.

"You told me your story and from what it sounded like I can tell that you're important to them."

"Most important is that they��re important to me, just like Jeany and my brother. So, I'll have to be there either way! That's good enough for me."

"Very well. Do you have a plan for when you get there?", Frewin asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

You scoffed amusedly, "I'll wing it."

That was the truth. You didn't have a plan, you just knew that you would avoid confrontation, and that you knew the town where they held Jeany well enough to be sneaky.

Frewin raised his brows.

"Honestly. I'm strangely optimistic about this."

That was also true.

"If you say so, I believe you", Frewin smiled.

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Today on the Victoria Punk

"I know it's gonna be hard for you, but I cannot stress this enough, don't damage their ship", Killer yelled at the crew, who were more than ready to attack the marines.

General murmuring filled the deck, all agreeing that that wouldn't even be necessary.

They were in luck. The ship was relatively small for a marine ship, with only a crew of little fish on board.

"Light work", Kid chuckled.

"Wanna bet how long it takes?", Killer asked from his Captain's side.

Kid's mood had improved drastically after not only receiving your letter, but also being handed the perfect opportunity to let off steam and get a ride through the calm belt.

"Two minutes", Kid pressed out through gritted teeth, "if I win, you'll cook me a personal lunch every day for a week."

Killer stared at him through his mask with his arms crossed, fingers tapping on his biceps.

"I already do that."

Kid furrowed his brows. Right.

"Anyways. I'll say three", the masked man decided, and turned around to Flipper, who was sitting in a sniper spot in the crow's nest, "Flipper, do me a favour and have a look at your watch!"

"Gotcha!", a faint, faceless voice came back from above.

"When I win, you'll play dress up as a marine after we got their ship", Killer said, almost snickering at the thought.

"I'd rather die", the redhead spat.

"Sore looser", Killer commented.

"Concentrate."

"Okay."

Killer turned his face forward, a half-smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

The marines didn't even fathom what hit them when the Victoria Punk used its quick manoeuvrability to its advantage, so the crew could jump on their deck.

Swords and various parts of metal clashed, and when the marines tried firing a cannon at the Kid Pirate's ship, their captain stopped it masterly.

Insults were yelled at the opposing crew from both sides as blood splattered and seeped into the wooden planks.

Flipper took a good portion of them out with his sniper skills and the Kid Pirates didn't even break out into sweat.

Some light damage of the ship couldn't be avoided, but it was merely scratches in comparison to what havoc Kid and his crew normally left behind.

Most of them were still in fight mode and not yet satisfied, when the hordes of attacking marines died down until it eventually stopped.

Kid stood on their deck in puddles of blood, letting his gaze wander over the ship with a wicked grin on his face.

"Whoo! Two minutes and forty-seven seconds!", Flipper yelled from the crow's nest and Kid growled.

"Time for Lieutenant Commander Kid to make an appearance", Killer whispered from the side.

"I will kill you in your sleep", the captain snarled.

Jonah came towards them from a corner behind the galley, with an injured man in his grip, struggling to keep up.

"Captain, I found a navigator. Do we need him?"

Kid pondered, looking the whimpering marine up and down.

"Can't hurt having him around", he then said, and the man sighed.

"You're Eustass Kid...", he slurred, "what do you want from us?"

"Your ship. You will take us through the calm belt", Kid commanded nonchalantly.

The marine's eyes widened, and his head shook violently.

"I can't! That's treason!"

Kid chuckled and looked around, scanning his crew's faces while they started laughing manically.

"Treason?", he grinned, "I don't think you understand the gravity of the situation you're in. Your dead colleagues are the lucky ones, you got me?

The marine opened his mouth in silence and looked around on the deck, taking in the sight of half of his crew laying on it motionless, the rest trying to crawl to non-existent safety despite their grave injuries.

"If you don't help me find what I'm looking for, I will cut you open and use the time while you're balancing between life and death to take out your intestines to strangle you with them."

Kid looked down on him with a vicious grin, and he realised that it had been a long time since he last did what they did today.

The marine gulped.

"Did the message arrive?"

A harsh nod was the only answer he got.

"The nice man helping you stand up straight is Jonah. He will accompany you to your workplace."

Jonah pushed the man towards the galley and Kid took a deep breath.

"Alright, throw the bodies overboard, alive or dead. Half of you will take the Victoria Punk straight to the closest island without any incidents to wait for us."

The men started rummaging around on deck, collecting bodies, and throwing them over the railing. Some marines pleaded for their lives, but it fell on deaf ears.

"Wire and Heat, I'll assign the command over the Victoria Punk and the crew to you for the time being. Moku and the recruits will stay with you. Killer, Flipper, Jonah, Mammo and Shiki will come with me, along with twenty other sailors. Volunteers!"

Twenty sailors were found quickly, and the crew split up according to Kid's plan.

The two ships parted ways and Heat, Wire, Killer, and Kid saluted each other before the Victoria Punk was out of reach.

"Remember our bet?", Killer said now, and nudged Kid in the shoulder.

Kid let out a gruff sigh.

"I have a better idea. Our bet made me think."

"Interesting, I'm listening."

"All of us will dress up as marines to disguise ourselves", Kid grinned brightly.

"Kid, come on", Killer scoffed, "you're just saying that because you're pissed off that you lost and now you don't want to be the only stupid looking one."

"Or it’s just clever to blend in. I guess we'll never know", he said to Killer, before calling out to the rest of the crew, who all assembled on deck.

"Listen you slags, everyone grab a marine uniform from the quarters and put it on!"

They all looked at him with empty eyes, unsure about whether the command was a joke or not. Kid groaned in frustration.

"We can't afford losing any more time and I'll be damned if we end up in an inconvenient situation because we're pirates on a marine ship in the calm belt. Move your lazy asses!"

Killer was pleasantly surprised by how Kid's head was obviously thinking straight and logical, and wondered if the chance of seeing you again played a part in that.

Reluctantly, the crew moved towards the quarters to rummage around in the marines’ belongings. Kid and Killer joined them, looking for uniforms for higher ranks.

"If I was in this line of work, I'd wear an admirals uniform", Kid huffed and threw various pieces of clothing over his shoulder.

They were successful in the second room they searched, and ten minutes later, the entire crew was sporting white and blue uniforms.

"This is wrong", Flipper complained while trying to button up the buttons over his chest.

"It's disgusting", Mammo added dramatically.

From afar, they might fool curious people, but up close it was clear who they were, especially since nobody had the heart to separate from their trademark.

Kid with his coat and goggles, Killer with his mask, Flipper with his absolutely outdated rifle and the others with all their small peculiarities.

"Where's our navigator intern, Jonah?", Killer asked.

"Chained and bound to a chair, I'll join him now so we can start our journey."

"Perfect", Kid grinned.

While the marine ship turned towards its destination and sailed into the night, you sat down in a straw basket way too small, with Frewin and Cawrolin observing you, many many miles away from the pirates.

"Like this?", you asked the man, and he nodded.

"It's small, but it has to be, otherwise Cawrolin couldn't carry you."

He gently placed a large bottle of water, food, and all your belongings in your lap.

"Your legs will be very uncomfortable, but don't move too much. Tell Cawrolin to take breaks if you feel like either of you has to", Frewin advised you.

"I'll try to just pull through", you smiled.

Of course you wanted Cawrolin to get back to Frewin in one piece. They were doing you such a huge favour after all.

You felt a little sentimental. The two of you (sometimes three when Cawrolin participated) had a lot of good talks in the last two days, and you learned a lot about life.

"Uhm, Frewin?", you said hesitantly, and he hummed in response, "thank you for everything. You're really someone to be remembered, and I hope we see each other again."

"We will. And if you wanna talk, I'm just a snail call away."

He patted your head.

You watched him curiously as he tied two buckles around Cawrolins legs, right above her claws. Each of the buckles were connected with two ropes, which ended on each corner of the basket you sat in.

"The start will be a bit rocky", Frewin said while testing the security of each rope, and you nodded.

"Good luck, (y/n)", he smiled.

"Thank you. So much, really."

The bird let out a loud caw, and a strong wind tugged at your hair when she spread her wings, flapping them twice before her feet left the ground.

You looked at Cawrolin in awe, because this was the first time you saw her spread her wings. They were massive and seemed way too big for her body.

Cawrolin was in the air first, and then the basket slowly lifted, shaking left and right before going steady.

Frewin waved at you from below, and you did your best to wave back without moving too much, although Cawrolin seemed secure.

The old man got smaller and smaller, and soon you had to look back up to avoid feeling nauseated.

You observed how the large, white wings swallowed the moonlight shining on your face with each flap outward, and how they blocked your view at the stars.

"You're really the strongest bird I know", you chuckled up at her, and she cawed quietly.

Over the past days you had gotten used to talking to a bird like you would talk to a person, talking like to a child possibly came closest.

As Frewin had foreshadowed, your legs got stiff soon, but you just clenched your teeth and tried ignoring it.

Instead, you narrowed your eyes to see what was around you. You could faintly make out the dark sea below, and some islands in the distance.

The sky was clear, no clouds in sight. After your unfortunate journey to Frewin's island, you knew that storms could brew any minute, so you tried your best to observe any changes around you. In case of a storm, Cawrolin would have to land somewhere.

You felt peace. Flying was peaceful.

Although your legs felt weird, you felt like nothing bad could touch you up here.

You thought about your brother, desperate to know what happened.

He was at Jeany's pub, with her, his crew, and the world nobles. You wondered how they got him to lure you into a trap. Most probably threats of physical harm.

How would all this end? Would it even end at all?

Nobody could possibly know, you could just hope for a happy one.

The wind up here was mild, and very calming. The even flaps of Cawrolins wings hypnotised you and aided by the darkness you slowly slipped into a deep slumber, finally free of worries about marines, nobles, and pirates.

#one piece #one piece fanfiction #kidd #fanfiction #killer #kid pirates #eustass kid #eustass x reader #x reader #eustass kid x reader #eustass kidd x reader #reader insert #female reader #kidd x reader #eustass kidd fanfiction #eustass kidd

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fictionfixations · 2 months

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question bout overblot timings

SPOILERS for overblots

question: why do all the overblots (well I've only seen like 4 of them so far) happen around their dorms?

Riddle Rosehearts. In like the courtyard (idk its official name). like the garden area place. which is within the dorm

Leona Kingscholar. It was on like the spelldrive field in Savanaclaw.. i think?

Azul Ashengrotto. Just outside like around the mostro lounge area? or maybe a little farther but still there

Jamil Viper. I think he overblotted like *inside* the building? my memory is horrible im so sorry but he like. flung us all the way to the edge of the world thing. but before that they were inside.

(i havent gotten to the rest of the books yet)

i mean. sure is convenient it happens where there usually arent people from multiple dorms around, to, say, 'catch' the weaknesses of the housewarden (or vice) overblotting and being all vulnerable-y?

maybe its just a weird coincidence.

or maybe its because since it focuses around the dorm (each book i mean) that it makes more sense for it to happen within the dorm instead of somewhere else.

but its still kind of weird. something smells fishy /hj

(anyway also. its interesting that for every next book, the people we met in the last book tend to help.

i mean. we met ace and deuce in the prologue i think?

did we? i forgot.

then we had like the cards (ace and deuce are a given as our first friends. trey got injured. im gonna be honest i cant remember where cater was, oops) involved-ish with the thing with savanaclaw (+ riddle, who was all 'OFF WITH YOUR HEAD' [also ruggie stole riddles pen way back then and there was a chase twistune])

then there was leona and ruggie stealing azul's contracts and destroying them and stuff (and also helping with planning. i cant remember where jack was dont ask me, i honestly dont think i liked him that much first time round but i changed my mind)

and then with jamil, the octo trio or whatever their name is budged on in, and played a key part in revealing that jamil was the one mind controlling kalim and stuff yknow?

..sure feels like we arent doing a lot ourselves.)

#thoughts #twst spoilers #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst

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thewritersaddictions · 1 year

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The Adults: Steve Harrington- Fishy Boy

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Henderson!Reader

Pov: Steve

Warnings: Older!Steve, Fish store manager, pet lover, fluff, Steve's hair hasn't changed, little chest hair.

Summary: Steve is now in his early 40's, for the first time enjoys his job. Working with animals and fishes and the fish store. You're just in love with Steve as he is about fish.

A/n- firefly-graphics for dividers

WC- 1.5k

Stranger Things Master List // The Adults Master List

Steve met you while he was working. You had walked into his shop, your hair pulled up into a small bun to keep flies away from getting in your eyes. You were beautiful, in comparison to his fish that are swimming around in their tanks. You had burst a bubble in his chest by just simply walking into his fish shop.

The sign was bright and colorful. It’s almost too bright, but it’s beautiful nonetheless. “Angel Fish Supplies” it’s bright as the neon light filters back and forth between bright pink, green, and blue. It catches the eye as you drive past.

“What are you looking for today?” My voice rings out regardless of how tired I am. I still greet the young women who stand in front of me. My shirt is a little wet due to the cleaning of a tank. She stands and takes in the surroundings for a moment before looking back at me.

“I was looking for some guppies to put in my aquarium, I figured that you’d have what I needed.” She explains. Her face is making me second-guess myself. “You are looking… yeah I’ve got some guppies. What were you putting them in with?”

I try to keep the question and conversations up as I walk back toward a smaller set of tanks. Ones filled with starter and food fish. She follows behind me. “I’ve got a few tanks, you'll have to be more specific.” I can’t tell if she’s flirting with me or seriously telling me to ask about her more.

So I flirted back, “How big are they?” Assuming based on what she said. “Oh so big.” She days back. As we flirt and talk back with each other. I gather her guppies into a plastic bag and water. Before walking us back up to the checkout counter.

“Was that all you needed?” She looks around. There are a few large tanks and a few smaller ones. She eyes something before looking back at me. “A pen and paper would be nice.” Straight forward. I dig around the drawer below the counter for a sticky pad, and she grabs a pen from the cup.

I watch as she writes her phone number in the pressure of writing I’ve seen in my life. When she hands the pad back I read out the numbers. (984-227-0196). She smiles with glee, and above her phone number is her name. Again written perfectly it’s hard to not want to trace her letters.

“Y/n, L/n” She hums. “Well, it was nice to meet you Y/n,” I say as she starts to grab her bag and walk toward the front door. “Call me later Steve.” She turns and brushes her hair out of her face. I stare much too long after she walks out of the door. After I hear the gravel of the parking lot stop. I stare and keep staring until the doorbell rings again.

That was twenty years ago. When I was still young enough to catch the girl's attention. Not that I needed anyone else attention. After that day that Y/n walked into my store I called her desperately wanting to hear more of her voice. See if I could make her laugh, seeing if I could get her to flirt more with me.

It had worked. I had charmed the shit out of her. Charmed her so well that she came into the store the next week and asked about a job. I obliged knowing that if I gave her a job I’d get to spend the whole day with her, at least twice a week. She accepted almost immediately. Y/n had accepted and has been working here with me for the past twenty years.

It didn’t take long for our enjoyment of aquatic life, and other animals to bring us together. She was right about her massive collection of fish tanks. She brought me over to her house just a few weeks after she started working with me. Y/n lived in a small apartment but with every turn she made there was a tank. One was just a plant tank that had beautiful foliage.

A saltwater tank, that gave life to gorgeous fish. An array of different colors and coral gave many hiding places to all of the hiding fish. Y/n had made dinner that night, and we ate on her couch. Talking and personally stuffing my face with a homecooked meal.

Twenty years later and now I ate homecooked meals every night. Twenty years later and I have a partner that I go home with every night. I have someone that loves me just as much as I love my fish store. Angel Fish Supplies. I had decided that when Y/n and I got married I had to hire some new employees.

We honeymooned on a cruise and took way to chance to view the ocean and go diving into the water at certain spots. Y/n and I still worked together. Working like a dancing couple in tune with each other. How’d you work with your wife in the kitchen as you both glide perfectly between each other steps? Almost step and toe with each other at each step of the way.

A customer would come in, and Y/n would greet them with a bright smile not ever aged by the growing days that passed on. A beautiful grace in each step and she showed them around. I on the other hand was constantly working to keep up with the animals and tanks themselves. “This here is my husband and owner Steve.” I’d hear Y/n say in passing. In a quick few words, I’d say welcome, and until they needed something I continued to work. I’d gather up whatever they need.

If a customer comes in and needs a tank I help to move it into their truck or car. Customer needs a few fish, or a few rodents for their reptiles I’m quick to father that up for them. I do have a favorite part of the day though, the end of the day. Not when we’ve come back home and dinner is being made on the hot stovetop.

It when the door is locked, and the open sign in turned off. It when it’s just the two of us inside the store. When I can reach my hand around Y/n wasit with wet hands and pull her in by her hips. When I can hook my fingers into her jeans belt loops. She huffs and sighs in content as our chests are pressed up against each other.

“Good day?” I ask her every night. She hums and rests her head on my chest. “Good day?” She repates my question. I kiss her forehead, “Everyday I’m with you is a good day.” She laughs and looks up at me. “Of course you’d say something cheesy like that Steve.” “Oh stop it, you love how cheesy I am babe.” We got back and forth with each, before the moment goes silent again.

There are chores to be done before we can leave. Y/n and I have such a routine that the chores are done within thirty minutes now. Sweeping, checking up on the tanks, turning off lights, and locking the door seems to go by with great smoothness.

She locks the door, and I turn the truck on. I open her door like a gentleman, and she gathers herself into the truck's passenger seat. There’s a small moment where neither of us says anything to the other. That’s until Y/n softly takes my hand in her smaller one.

“Stevie, I love you.” She nearly whispers it into the air. “I love you too,” I whisper back and drag our clasps hands up to my lips. Pressing a kiss into her knuckles. I kiss each knuckle. It’s sweet and sensual all in the small act. She blushes, “Do you remember the day I came in?” She asks, I remember it clearly as the day before. It’s as if it all happened just yesterday.

“Of course I remember that.” It’s really simple.

“I remember the way you walked in, how your voice first sounded to me. I even recall what you were wearing. I remember the best thing from that day though.” Y/n hums back at me, eager to know what truly remember from that day twenty years ago.

“ I remember thinking how this beautiful woman was standing in front of me and writing her number down on a little sticky pad. For me to have, for me to call her later that night and hear her talk and talk about anything she wanted.”

I said in the content space between us. She wasn’t fawning over me, but her head was resting softly on my shoulder.

“That’s why I love you.” I turned and whispered that against her skin. She shivered. “See always so cheesy.” She muttered under her breath.

Completed on: 04/10/23

Posted on: 04/20/23

The Adults- @yourfavdummy

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auggieblogs · 4 months

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15 people 15 questions !

thanks for the tag @bi-peanut<3

1. are you named after anyone? Yes, both my government and pet name. My real name, I'm named after a Hindu goddess and Auggie which is also my pen name? Well that's after my favourite cartoon character haha

2. when was the last time you cried? Probably yesterday.

3. do you have kids? Nope

4. what sports have you played/do you play? I only play lawn tennis. I do, however, enjoy watching sports.

5. do you use sarcasm? Occasionally, yeah

6. what's the first thing you notice about people? The eyes and hair.

7. what's your eye colour? Some shade between brown and hazel

8. scary movies or happy endings? I like both. It really depends on my mood!

9. any talents? I'm a really good piano player.

10. where were you born? I was born in India, North India to be more specific

11. what are your hobbies? Music, writing, reading, baking, watching sports, making mood boards? (just for myself that is)

12. do you have any pets? I have 5 fishies and I love them. I used to have a dog but he passed away and I'm still recovering from that.

13. how tall are you? not sure what the exact number is but I'm quite short.

14. favourite subject in school? History and English

15. dream job? A musician or a baker

tagging: @maxiepinkz @nouvellevqgue @verstappen-cult @sebvettelsgirl + anyone who wants to do this!!! (pls I’m aware I haven’t interacted with some of y’all personally but please bare with you, love you😭) (also no pressure if you don’t want to do this)

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pinkacademic · 1 year

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What worked for Me: Visual Learner

Hey girlies, I feel like I promised this ages ago, so I’m sorry for the delay! I’m a combination of the three learning styles, so I’m going to share some things that worked for me personally, starting off with Visual!

*Again, this is just worked for me! I hope it helps you, or at least sparks some ideas, but if it doesn’t, I hope you find what does!

Step One: Chicken-Scratch Notes. Just get all the information down, it doesn’t matter if it’s pretty yet. Personally, I suggest a two-page spread, where one half is just notes written down quickly, and then the other is where you make it organised.

Step Two: Pretty-ify Notes Pick apart what you’ve written, clearly re-write the key information. This is the part where you do pretty headers, use highlighters, and go wild. Make it clear, make it concise, make it pretty! You can also stop here if you're not into mindmaps!

Here, have something Visual!

Yup, that's what my handwriting looks like! As you can see, the left is the chicken scratch side, and the right is where I used my good pens, my pretty highlighters, and I made it actually possible to read it.

Step Three: Mindmap This is my favourite bit! This is how I condense my information. Now that I don’t have exams to study for, I still use SimpleMind+ on my iPad. But for studying purposes, I think the act of drawing it yourself adds to the process. Make it as clean or as cluttered as you like, but make sure its clear enough to read, but still attracts the eye. Colour-code.

I'm going to break this down a little. Ultimately, what you're doing is getting the Key information onto the page in a visual way. In the centre, we have the title- the theme of the mindmap; In the top left corner, I have a box using the same colour code that I used on the previous page. In the bottom left I have a series of tips:

balance eye-catching with clear information, use colours you want to look at, decorate!

use different shapes- boxes, circles, spikies, arrows, speech bubbles, this is a muffin, be creative. *You can theme your shapes and colours depending on your mindmap eg draw little red toadstools for your micology mindmap, or draw books for your quiz on the works of Dickens

Handwrite it- I think I've mentioned that I find that useful because it adds a muscle-memory, kinaesthetic element

Top right is just the breakdown of the steps again because there's only so many ways to fill the space, but also a reminder- theme your mindmap accordingly with eg swirls in blue and yellow for your mindmap on Van Gogh, or use fishies and oceanic colours for your marine biology exam. Centre-bottom right is the key Don't and how to fix it:

DON'T rewrite a whole essay in a small space- instead use key phrases that will prompt your memory for the essay

Hope you find this helpful! The other two styles are on their way today too x

#Pink #academia #pink academia #pink academic #studyblr #study tips #learning styles

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archandshri · 18 days

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12 April ‘24 - [arch] Making a Comic in a Week, Disability and Burnout (all unrelated, of course!)

Hey Shri and folks!! LOVED seeing part three of the Lionheart Brothers cover. Stunning!! And awesome to see your process. Also cool to see what you’ve been looking at lately - I’ve just finished a rewatch of Firefly and the characters are still living in my brain a bit.

Life is a bit relentless, huh. I’ve spent a lot of time and energy working on disability stuff - meal prepping, sorting silly government forms, all that sort of thing. Exhausting and super easy to burn out on - but also sets me up for the future in my personal life and for illustration! I want to discuss the balance of pushing and burnout this week with an excellent example - I tried foreshadowing to make a comic in a week.

When I was in uni, it was easy to create cool stuff regularly - you’re constantly receiving prompts, doing activities, getting feedback etc. I still have access to these things, especially through my shared studio community, but it’s not as easy as it used to be. I miss creating finished books, in particular, so frequently. So! I challenged myself to make a comic in time for Something’s Fishy Zine Fair in Plymouth tomorrow, which was just over a week from when I started.

I had come up with the concept for the comic while travelling, written the script and done a couple of sketches. I often come up with concepts while travelling - I just don’t often follow through :P Here’s a couple of sketches I did on the journey.

I’ve been chatting to lots of people about what they enjoy about art - I’ve noticed that I tend to crave the end of the project and having the physical thing with high expectations of myself, which doesn’t lead to a very enjoyable process. Many people I’ve spoken to enjoy the ‘zone’, the focus of the project where you’re just figuring stuff out and not thinking about anything else. Bearing this in mind, I wanted to make the process as fun as possible - this comic is for fun and not for the purpose of having the thing at the end.

I started with a few development sketches of the characters and the vibe. I used ink and my funky kakimori dip pen, plus some brushes. These mediums are hard to control, which makes them good for development for me - they don’t have to be good, this time is for gestural drawings and ideas generation. Some continued doodles in my sketchbook from some downtime :) Fish wouldn't leave my brain.

After a bit of character development, I began by adapting my script into pages - I read the script and try to feel the vibes on how I want to pace the comic, considering:

How much dialogue and plot do I want to put on one page?

Do I want it to be more text or image-heavy?

Do I want it to feel fast and snappy, or slow and dreamy?

Which parts of dialogue feel like a page-turner?

Are there any twists that should be separated from the rest of the scene by a page-turn?

Are there any moments that should sit next to each other on spreads?

You can see me changing some dialogue around, writing as I draw a bit. Also playing around with some weird looking fish?? With noses???

I got a bit stuck at this stage. I was scared my script wasn’t good enough. And worried about if I could even draw fish. After a couple of chats with art friends, and some rambling in my slides, I reminded myself that the lesson this time is fun!! Have fun goddamn it!! No point doing it if you’re not having fun. (it’s not like we make any money from riso printed zines anyway)

Screenshots from my slides - these things are wonderful for gathering inspiration and venting when you run into a problem with the project.

So I decided to just go for it. Not even thumbnail, but just take a scene and draw it. I asked a studio friend to choose a number, and I drew that scene.

Because of the chatty style of the comic, and how much dialogue there was gonna be, I knew there would have to be a LOT of panels. I decided to make it A4, and use a 8x6 grid. I’ll draw the images at A3, and than scale them down to A4 when it comes to printing.

left: A3 grid on the lightbox, for tracing over || Right: A4 grid with boxes of different sizes for me to reference while choosing the layout - this way I can see the final print size

First drafts of a couple of random pages from Moon Noodles.

The first day I drew several pages that I was really happy with! It gave me a lot more confidence in my script - seeing it come to life with the characters on the page - some pages even got some laughs which was nice. I would look at the page plan, script, and spend a few minutes thinking about the pacing and how I wanted the dialogue on the page, and the go straight in with the dip pen - with the awareness that it might be wrong. This process taught me an important lesson - you have to just do it. The thing is, if you do it and it’s bad, you just do it again but different. Repeat. Staring at that script thinking it wasn’t good enough wasn’t actually going to get anything done, be fun OR make nice stuff. You have to do the thing. Then you make it better.

The other thing I learnt from this process was to give it space. There was a day where I did one page, hated it and thought the pacing was off, and spent the next day trying to translate it into two pages. It didn’t work. I came back the next day and realised the first page I’d done was fine and just needed a couple of tweaks. Do the thing. Let it be.

Here’s a little picture of my setup.

(Sorry all of Printhaus for hoarding the light box and getting ink all over it :( love u)

Useful stuff!!!!

Finished pages to refer to, plus more A3 paper underneath for future pages

Laptop with script

Dip pen, ink and water for keeping that little guy clean!

development sketches for relevant scenes

Page plan (you can see I have shortened it considerably since last time - now it's 20-24 pages and noted on scraps of paper so I can move them around if there's any changes of plan)

A4 sheet with boxes to show the sizes of the final print

also scissors??? i don't remember why they're here

But then monday morning came. I realised that if I wanted to get it all printed by friday, I needed to:

Plan and 12 pages on Monday, and 12 on tuesday

Get the final files for every one of the 24 pages by Thursday

Print friday morning

Travel down to devon Friday afternoon

Fair Saturday

Not only is that basically impossible, but it would be very bad for my health, make for a rushed comic, and most importantly, not be fun. The thing is, I’ve made whole comics in a couple days before. I figured I could still do it. But that’s not actually a good thing - my skills and taste have increased, I'm aiming for bigger, more ambitious projects and yet I expect the timelines to stay the same? It doesn’t exactly work like that now, does it?

But I kept going anyway.

Tuesday morning, I decide to get the cover put together so I can get the preorder post-out. I get pulled into an unexpected meeting, and then spend the rest of the day inking this thing and getting the files sorted. At this point, I know for sure It’s not possible to get this done. Thankfully my two Printhaus besties were in. They helped me drop it. I love this comic, it feels fun and joyous and I’ve enjoyed working on it - lets not rush it and end up with a bad product that will bother me. Let’s take time, explore it and really enjoy the process!!!

All is not lost for Something’s Fishy Zine Fair, though! Originally, I had planned to do a print of the Moon Noodles Cover for preorders only, but why not print that for Something’s Fishy?? Anyone who buys the print will also get a discount code for the pre-order :D (also here’s the pre-order link)

So here’s a few images of the Moon Noodles cover print and the process!! I hope to see some of you at Something’s Fishy. It’s a joy to visit Plym again :D

Sketch printed out at A3, and 2 of the layers. I scanned these in and edited them on photoshop to get the files ready to print.

Coming to terms with the fact that 1) I don’t have illustration superpowers even if my expectations are that high and 2) I’m disabled (yes it’s been years and it’s still hard to face) is really hard!! I need to spend most of my time when I’m well preparing for when I’m not AND fight the urge to work until I burn out, which I always lean towards because it’s nice escapism.

The thing is that living, and not being too exhausted to move is much more important than a comic. And if I am gonna spend my functioning time making comics, they’re gonna have to be enjoyable to make. Otherwise your life slips away from you and you haven’t been really living it.

Hope that hasn’t got too deep for you. I think that stuff is important to face, especially since the creative life is so incredibly busy.

Thank you for reading this goddamn essay, I hope that it helped in some way! As usual, feel free to drop an ask if you have any questions.

Chat soon :D Archie <3

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frillyfacefins · 2 years

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Ozzie's Toy (Ozzie/Fizzarolli)

Fandom: Helluva Boss Rating: Explicit Pairing: Asmodeus/Fizzarolli Tags: Amputation Kink, human fleshlight, more like imp fleshlight but you get my drift, Kind of Body Horror, fizz has some major ptsd about the whole amputation business, Bad BDSM Etiquette, Power Imbalance, ozzie's bodily fluids have mildly magical properties, this is set early in their relationship, kinda dark bc they're not really communicating here, Fizz thinks he has to do whatever Ozzie wants so Ozzie will keep him Word Count: 4,809

Also on AO3

Summary:

„You‘re being so good for me, Fizzy.“ Ozzie braces himself on his elbows above Fizzarolli, bracketing his entire body with his arms. Fizz is so small like this - half his usual size when his legs aren‘t extended. „I‘m going to blow your fucking mind tonight…“ Fizzarolli tries to grin; he‘s pretty sure it works. „You better, cupcake… I‘m not doing this kinky shit just so you can get an eye full…“ Ozzie‘s eyes crinkle, and oh, that feels better. He just has to lean into it. „So what else is on the menu tonight, beside 100% pure imp meat with no additives?“ He wriggles his stumps a little in a mockery of seductive writhing and bats his lashes at Ozzie. *~*~* Fizz always takes what Ozzie gives him. And if that's an order to take off his limbs for the night? Well, he's not going to say no, is he?

Author's Note:

This originally had a happier ending, but then I wrote the tags of this fic and realized that... Nah. Needs to be nastier. I mean, listen, this is smut between a weird jester demon and the literal embodiment of the sin of Lust, written by me, what did you expect?

(Or, as my friend said: "Don't be afraid to go meaner.")

Fizzarolli is done for the night. The house band is playing the last guests out and the bouncers are going through the restrooms to find whatever stragglers are either fucking or passed out in there. He still feels sweaty and amped up when he comes into Ozzie‘s office and hops onto his desk.

„All good?“ Ozzie asks while he carefully puts some fishy-smelling papers into a pink file folder and then into the out-tray for paperwork that needs to get to other rings. Fizz feels weird at the thought that he now knows the meaning of every one of Ozzie‘s color-coded document trays. The things he does for the best lay in hell…

„All good. Ya might rethink hiring acts from Sloth, though. That Horse-bitch was an hour late, so we had to juggle the schedule…“

Ozzie reaches for Fizz and rubs one large finger over his head. „That‘s why the other acts were from Lust, Fizzy. She‘s a favorite of Belphy‘s, so I figured she was good, but if you don‘t like her we don‘t have to have her back. Not like she‘ll care.“

Fizzerolli shrugs. „She wasn‘t that bad. Next time we should schedule her first instead of third, though, so she might actually show before midnight…“

„Hmm,“ Ozzie hums and swivels around to pull one of the many file drawers open. He pulls out the file with the demoness‘s name on it, makes a note on a pink post-it, and adds it.

„Why the fuck are you still using paper,“ Fizz grouses, not for the first time. „You know computers have been invented, right?“

„Fizzy darling, I know enough about robotics and all that shit to know that I do not want a machine to have all of my documentation,“ Ozzie says patiently as he puts the file away again.

Fizzarolli‘s robotic joints whir as he crosses his legs and leans back until he is lying on the desk and looking at Ozzie upside-down. „But it would give you more time to spend with me, Ozzie…“ he whines.

Ozzie chuckles and teasingly pulls on one of Fizz‘s hat tails. „Aw, are you jealous of my paperwork, Fizzipop?“ At least he is putting away his fancy ass fountain pen now, and Fizzarolli immediately begins to wag his tail - the one attached to his butt, not the hat one.

„Of course I‘m jealous. I‘m jealous of everything you spend time on that isn‘t me,“ he says with a broad grin.

„Aw, poor Fizzy“ the larger demon purrs, standing up and plucking his favorite little jester off his desk. „I guess I‘ll have to make it up to you that I‘ve spent so much time today on these acquisition forms, hm…“

Fizz‘s grin grows wider as he goes boneless in Ozzie‘s hand instead of jumping on his shoulder, so he has to carry him. „Yep, you have to, Ozzie,“ he says on a cackle.

Ozzie lets out a little huff of blue smoke, then he opens a portal to his palace and steps right through. The portal opens right into their bedroom instead of the kitchen where they would usually have a snack after work. That‘s just fine with Fizz, though - he is definitely hungry for something different than pizza rolls, and by the looks of him, so is Ozzie.

The portal closes noiselessly, and Ozzie puts his top hat onto its hat stand and starts to undo his vest.

„Clothes off, Fizzy, and then move your cute little ass onto the bed.“

His anticipation is making Fizzarolli vibrate so much that the bells on his outfit are jingling. He quickly undoes his ruffled collar, throwing it to the side in a cacophony of bells before he slips off the cuffs on his wrists and his high heels. He wriggles out of his shirt and pants while he‘s on his way onto the bed, leaving a trail of clothes behind in his eagerness to finally get Ozzie‘s undivided attention.

„Hat too, Fizzy.“

That request makes Fizzarolli go still. There is only gentle amusement in Ozzie‘s voice, as if he‘s asking him to not drag dirt onto the carpets when what he is actually asking him is to take off his armor, to put his most vulnerable parts on display. If Ozzie was just going to fuck him even more silly than he already was, he wouldn‘t ask something like that from him.

His anticipation settles into dread. There is no place for shame in the Lust ring, but he still feels confused and vaguely guilty.

„Did I do something wrong, Ozzie?“ he asks in a small voice.

Ozzie, now only clad in his half-unbuttoned pink shirt and his thigh-high boots, turns around to look at him. His face softens when he sees the insecure look on his little favorite‘s face.

„No, baby, don‘t worry.“ He is at the bed with one step, and Fizz has to adjust his balance when he sits down and makes the mattress quake. Ozzie reaches over to him and pets his head again, gently rubbing his fingers down to his shoulder blades. „There‘s something I wanted to try for a while, but I need you completely open and vulnerable for that. If you‘re not up for intense stuff, we don‘t have to do it, though.“

Fizzarolli frowns, then he shoots out his arms and propels himself up to Ozzie‘s shoulder. Ozzie‘s hand immediately comes up to rub his back again while Fizz rubs his face into his light-blue fluff. The disembodied bull-face snuggles up to him in turn. „Nah, let‘s do it. You just caught me off guard, is all.“

The thought of taking off his hat makes him nauseous, but in the end, it‘s no big deal, right? Ozzie has seen him without it before; he doesn‘t ever seem to be disgusted by the state of him. If Ozzie wants him that way - if he wants to see him like that - then Fizzarolli will do what he wants, like he always does.

Fizz has always been proud that he can keep up with Ozzie most of the time; that he can find pleasure in the weirdest kinks, that he can be presented with a sexual preference or a new kind of play and immediately understand what about it is hot enough to tempt the Embodiment of Lust.

He doesn‘t want to be a party-pooper, ever. Ozzie is the best thing that ever happened to him, and even when he asks him to do things like this for him - things that make him tingle in a less than pleasant way, things that make him feel small and helpless - he wants to make him happy.

Ozzie turns his main face towards him and gives his forehead a little peck. „Alright, baby. Do you want me to take it off for you?“

Fizzarolli takes a deep breath and concentrates on the feeling of Ozzie‘s fluff against his cheek. „Yes, please,“ he says in a soft voice and closes his eyes.

He feels the bull-face rub against him again, causing a weird, slightly electrical tingling to run from his cheek down into his tense shoulders. He feels Ozzie tug at his hat tail again, but this time he tugs until it slides off his head. His head feels immediately cold. Usually he doesn‘t even take the hat off to sleep. He can feel the air against the top of his nubs, where the vestiges of his cornual nerves still give the broken remnants of his horns some feeling, though it always feels like carefully prodding an open wound - not really painful, but also definitely not pleasurable.

Ozzie gives him a little rub between his horns, where touches still feel good, and where Ozzie rarely gets to touch him. His hat is carefully put aside with a tiny jingle, then Ozzie scoops him off his shoulder and holds him with both hands in the air while he gives him a slow, sweet kiss. He‘s being so gentle with him that Fizz heart aches in that way that feels nearly like a panic attack.

He puts him down with his head on his gigantic pillows and throws off his shirt, so they both are finally naked. Fizzarolli shivers with delight at the way Ozzie is bending over him, filling his entire field of vision with his dark blue immensity, Fizz‘s very own night sky, with Ozzie‘s smiling eyes two beautiful moons surrounded by pale blue fog, his colorful rooster tail an aurora in the periphery of his view.

Ozzie kisses the mark on his forehead, then his lips. He lingers there for a moment, and Fizzarolli opens his mouth to get a taste of his favorite drug. Ozzie indulges him, licking into his mouth, making his body buzz with his saliva. Fizzarolli know‘s it‘s not addictive - that it only has very weak aphrodisic properties, not comparable to Ozzie‘s precum or slick, but it just gives him enough, just makes him feel warm and loose and tingly, and he just can‘t imagine ever living without.

Maybe because just imagining that would send him down a spiral he wouldn‘t be able to pull himself out of.

„You taste like appletinis, Fizzy baby,“ Ozzie whispers against his face, then he moves farther down and kisses both of his nipples. Fizzarolli is shivering now, sighing and mewling with pleasure. He is still so sensitive when it comes to Ozzie… Even the way he kisses his stomach makes his cock jerk with need.

Ozzie indulges him, laving his broad tongue over Fizzarolli‘s cock and balls before he lets it slip down over his taint for just a second.

He pulls away before Fizz can really start enjoying himself. He sits back on his haunches and looks at his little imp as if he was an especially appetizing piece of sushi. He even licks his lips. Fizz feels himself heat up under that look. It‘s a little like the rush he gets when he‘s on stage, but deeper, more dangerous and maybe even more real. He doesn‘t need to put up an act, doesn’t need to be funny or clever or energetic. He has always loved being looked at - craves it more than anything else. But nobody has ever looked at him quite like Asmodeus does.

Being desired by the Lord of all Desires… It‘s no wonder he feels dizzy.

„Take off your arms and legs, Fizzy,“ Ozzie rumbles above him, and Fizzarolli feels like his heart stops.

„…What?“

Ozzie‘s face changes in the way it would if he had eyebrows and raised one. „You heard me, Fizzy…“ His voice is like hot cocoa spiked with whiskey as he trails a finger down Fizzarolli‘s breastbone to his belly button. „Take them off. I want you soft and helpless for me, baby. None of the whirly parts.“

When Fizz still hesitates, Ozzie kisses him again and gives his lower lip a nibble. Fizzarolli doesn‘t know if it‘s supposed to be a warning or a comfort.

„Just think of it as reverse bondage, darling,“ he whispers when he pulls away again.

Reverse bondage. Sure. He can do that for Ozzie. He can let go of his arms and legs for the demon who freed him from Mammon, who looked at him and saw through his costume and his act and still wanted what he saw. He can give himself up to him for a night. Right?

He ignores the way his heart beats against his stomach and swallows down the dread and the acid. He takes off his legs first. Pushing the pressure points of the complex release mechanism feels unnatural, wrong, not unlike pushing your fingers into an open wound when you’re hopped up on so many drugs you can no longer feel pain. He does the same with his left arm, but Ozzie has to help with the right one. Fizz can extend it far enough that his hand can reach his upper arm, but the angle isn’t quite right and he can’t get a proper grip on the mechanism. Ozzie has been talking about using advanced cybernetics to bond the limbs to his body - Fizzarolli isn’t sure how exactly that would work, just that they would need to heighten the nerve control he uses to move his limbs, and that would mean Ozzie would have to fuck around with his spine, put a chip in there or something.

Fizz isn’t ready to let him do that. So for now, the attachments remain mechanic.

Ozzie kisses him deeply while he picks up his prosthetics. Fizzarolli watches him move to the side of the bed and carefully set down the bundle of metal limbs on the plush carpet.

Fizzarolli tries to grin; he‘s pretty sure it works. „You better, cupcake… I‘m not doing this kinky shit just so you can get an eye full…“

Ozzie‘s eyes crinkle, and oh, that feels better. He just has to lean into it.

„So what else is on the menu tonight, beside 100% pure imp meat with no additives?“ He wriggles his stumps a little in a mockery of seductive writhing and bats his lashes at Ozzie.

Ozzie lowers himself over Fizz until he can feel his fluffy feathers tickle his naked belly. „Well, you see, my little darling…“ He kisses his cheeks, his forehead, his horn stumps and then back down. „For dessert, I was thinking about stuffing my favorite little jester like an eclair, pump you full until the cream‘s coming out on both ends…“

Fizzarolli lets out a deep purr. „Hmmm, I can definitely get behind that idea…“ He strains up to catch Ozzie‘s lip in a cheeky little nip. Ozzie growls at him, then he kisses him hard, and Fizz can‘t help it that his purring becomes so loud that it‘s shaking all that is left of his body. It‘s instinct that he tries to embrace Ozzie; he can only push his stumps against Ozzie‘s feathers, of course, but at least his tail can still reach the back of Ozzie‘s head and try to push him closer.

It‘s difficult to stop thinking and sink into lust when his body isn‘t working like it normally does.

But this is how Ozzie wants him tonight, and he makes that clear when he pushes his hands under Fizzarolli‘s body, one under his shoulders, the other under his butt, so he can lift all of him when he sits up. He lifts him to his mouth and licks a broad strip from his balls up to his chest, the way you do with a cigarette paper before you roll it.

„Mm…“ he goes, taking another lick of his chest. „Delicious…“

It‘s a good thing that Fizz doesn‘t have issues with heights. It‘s not unlike trapeze, being handled like this. With no way to catch himself if he falls, he has to to completely trust Ozzie as he moves him around like a rag doll. Ozzie keeps licking and kissing and nibbling his skin, giving his stumps as much attention as his chest and his belly before he flips him around and holds him slightly head-down while he works his tongue between his ass cheeks. In this position, Fizz can at least do more with his prehensile tail than just rub over Ozzie‘s feathers. He pushes the tip of his tail into Ozzie‘s neck fluff and grabs a bushel of it as well as he can, just to regain the tiniest bit of control as Ozzie makes a meal of his hole.

It doesn‘t take long until Fizzarolli is sweating and cursing and shivering in Ozzie‘s hands, desperately trying to pull him closer with his tail but just ending up tugging at him helplessly. Ozzie is so fucking good at this - no wonder with him having an actual sixth sense for other people‘s lust and desires. His tongue is literal magic, reaching deeper inside of Fizz than it has any right to, and when he pulls it out and flicks it through his crack he even hits that spot right under his tail perfectly.

The hot, wet tongue swipes down again, but this time it moves down his taint and over his balls, before it wraps around his cock in a way that makes Fizz see stars. The wave of pleasure coming off him has to hit Ozzie right in the face, because he can hear the demon king behind him moan deep in his throat.

Ozzie gives his crotch a last long lick, pushing it against his belly, and then he pulls back and flips Fizz around again. Ozzie‘s face splits in a satisfied grin.

„Such a lovely meal,“ he rumbles. He has to put him down for the next part; even with their size difference, Ozzie can‘t comfortably hold him up in the kind of position he needs him in when he starts fingering him open. Ozzie‘s finger is already magically slick when he pushes it into Fizzarolli‘s spit-wet hole. His sex magic isn‘t functionally different from the Concubi, though like everything about Ozzie it is more intense, more potent. While his spit works like a mix of alcohol and pheromones, and his slick and precum prolong and intensify his partners‘ orgasms, the lube he conjures up to cover his fingers immediately makes Fizz‘s hole relax. Sometimes he wonders if it makes him more sensitive, but there‘s no real way to answer that. Sex with Ozzie is like nothing else, even when they use toys instead of Ozzie‘s body. There are so many reasons for that, of course - starting with Fizz‘ limited experience, which is nearly completely comprised of partners who weren‘t very experienced themselves or of partners who didn‘t care about Fizz‘s pleasure. Of course he got his mind blown when he‘d been swept off his feet by the King of the Lust Ring himself, the embodiment of that very sin, whose very being combines everything debauched and indulgent and pleasurable.

When his finger pulls out, Fizzarolli immediately feels empty. He doesn‘t really need preparation, since a) they only had sex yesterday and b) nothing physical could ever prepare him for Ozzie‘s sheer size, so there is magic involved anyway, but Ozzie loves to touch every part of him, to mark and claim every nook and cranny of his little jester.

At some point, Fizz must have closed his eyes, because when he opens them he sees that Ozzie is staring down at him. He can feel those glowing eyes travel over his body, over his sweaty face, the mottled red and white of his skin, his flicking tail and his shivering stumps. He drinks in the sight of his slender, dripping cock lying against his belly, a soft sigh coming out on a wave of blue smoke as he rubs his thumb over what is left of Fizzarolli‘s inner thigh.

Something about that look on Ozzie‘s face is too much for Fizz, so he does the only thing he knows to do when he needs to get out of any kind of situation.

„What‘s the hold-up, Big O? Don‘t tell me you‘re out of juice already?“ He pushes his hips up, wiggling his ass and wrapping his tail around Ozzie‘s wrist. „Don‘t leave me hanging here…“

Ozzie makes a chastising clucking noise and pushes the tip of his thumb against the rim of Fizz‘ wet, sensitive hole. „So impatient, baby… Be a doll and let Daddy enjoy the view for a bit.“

„Can‘t do much more than be a doll here anyway,“ Fizzarolli complains, wiggling his limbless body some more. „Or maybe more of a sausage than a doll…“

„Oh, I know exactly what you are, Fizzy baby…“ Finally Ozzie lifts him up again, and his grin makes something in his belly do cartwheels. „I think I just had an idea for some new merchandise…“ He shifts him into one hand for a moment to line up his cock with Fizz‘s achingly empty hole. He pushes until his cockhead slides in, then he grasps Fizz‘s trembling body in both hands and slowly, slowly pulls him down his length. „How much, do you think, would people pay for an authentic fleshlight replica of that lovely hole, complete with a little wise-cracking robo-fizz head? Kinda like one of those talking dolls, just pre-recorded voice lines and those nut-wrenching noises you make when you really enjoy the dicking you‘re getting…“

Just then Ozzie bottoms out, and Fizz is spasming around his cock, garbling out something that might have been a moan or a cry of pain as his brain is getting overloaded with pleasure.

„That‘s exactly what I‘m talking about,“ Ozzie says on a low rumble that‘s more from his throat than his belly, more of a bird coo than an imp‘s purring, but that still makes Fizz feel warm and fuzzy in a different way than the bone-melting heat wrecking his body as Ozzie slowly drags him back and forth on his cock. It‘s a real mind-fuck to imagine how he looks right now, but because Fizz‘s mind has always been fucked, he can‘t help but think about how Ozzie is literally using him like a fleshlight, how his body is nothing but a flesh cylinder for Ozzie to jack off with. He doesn‘t know if he‘s horrified or exhilarated at the thought. These days, he often can‘t tell those two things apart.

It feels so fucking good, though. Sex with Ozzie is always incredible, obviously, but just the fact that he doesn‘t have to think about what to do with his limbs, that he can‘t control anything but the tightness of his core and his swishing tail… He doesn‘t have to do anything - he can‘t do anything. He just has to exist in his body and take whatever Ozzie decides to give him.

And what Ozzie is giving him is incredibly good dick.

He is still moving him like a fleshlight, but while his motions earlier were slow and drawn-out, luxuriating in the tight heat of his body, now his motions are becoming faster. His hands are squeezing Fizz‘s body more as he jerks himself off with it, the eyes of all three of his heads are closed, his pumping becoming more and more erratic.

It‘s a wonder that Fizz hasn‘t already come, but he can feel that he‘s not going to last much longer. He closes his eyes as well and just sinks into the feeling, until he is nothing more but flesh singing with pleasure, both feeding Ozzie with his lust and getting him off with his body. He draws in a sharp breath as everything starts coming to a head, and all of his muscles contract, the remnants of his arms and legs cramping because he can‘t hold on to anything. Ozzie pulls him off nearly all the way, and then pulls him onto his cock again so hard that it pushes the breath straight out of Fizzarolli‘s lungs. He lets out a strangled cry as he comes all over the both of them, his body shaking violently as Ozzie fucks burst after burst out of him. At some point Ozzie has started to come too, and his cum is making Fizz’s body even more sensitive. Fizz can feel the way his climax comes back in full force after his cock spurts the second time, and he whimpers and whines and eventually screams with whatever strength he has left as he just keeps coming, his body completely in thrall to Ozzie‘s sublime nature.

When Ozzie finally stops moving, Fizzarolli feels like a wrung-out dishrag. He is soaked with sweat and his own jizz, the cramps have left his muscles throbbing and sore, and his ass feels as if he just fucking gave birth or something. Ozzie pulls his cock out of him, and a wave of hot, magic cum follows in its wake, dripping down along his tail in that way that always makes him feel like he needs to shake himself like a wet dog. Too bad he doesn‘t have the energy to do anything about that right now.

He shouldn‘t have been worried, though. Ozzie takes his after-care pretty seriously. He‘s still got Fizz in both of his hands, and now he starts to lick him clean from his chest down to his tail. The goat and the bull head are helping, though they are more tickling and nibbling than really cleaning him up properly. Of course Ozzie spends the most time at his hole, soothing his stretched-out rim with long, deep licks and gentle sucking before he finally licks the last remains of his cum off Fizz‘s tail. When he pulls away, Fizz strokes the tip of his tail over Ozzie‘s cheek and gets a little kiss on it in exchange.

When Ozzie finally puts him down, Fizz feels like he‘s about to fall asleep. He still feels sticky and sweaty, but his body has been so thoroughly used and his orgasm has hit him so hard that even keeping his eyes open feels like too much when the bed beneath him is so soft and Ozzie‘s body hovering over him, gently kissing his face, is so warm. He knows he should go have a shower, but even while he hears Ozzie suggest as much, his eyes fall shut and he sinks into comfortable, dreamless darkness.

When he wakes up hours later, his limbs are on his body again, and Ozzie is sleeping peacefully next to him.

Fizzarolli carefully disentangles himself from Ozzie and the blanket he has pulled over his body and grabs his cap from the side of the bed. He holds the bells still so they don’t make a sound as he walks out of the bedroom and through the hallway to the big bathroom. He could have used the ensuite, of course, but he needs some more walls between him and Ozzie - some more doors.

He puts his hat down on the counter and turns the hot water on in the shower. It takes him a moment to work the handle. His hands feel weird, like a computer that got rebooted and is now trying to deal with security upgrades.

His hips hurt. He knows it’s likely because of how strenuous the sex was, but he feels like they hurt from standing. Like something is wrong with the attachments of his legs. Like just being out of them for a few hours was enough to warp them, to make them incompatible with his body.

His arms feel so heavy, and his head feels so light.

He feels like he’s been put back together wrong.

It’s bullshit, of course. His arms and legs work as well as they always do, and the fit is also good. Ozzie designed these things, for fuck’s sake, he wouldn’t put them on wrong.

He steps into the steaming shower and closes the glass door behind him. For a while, he just stands there and lets the hot water wash away his sweat and anything that remains from Ozzie’s tongue bath. He’s used to water on his horns - he can’t really wear the hat in the shower, after all - but he wonders how it would feel on his stumps. He’s tempted to take off his legs again, to just sit on the shower floor, maybe until he drowns.

He’s being stupid. A stupid little bitch who gets hung up on harmless bullshit like this.

If Ozzie wants to have him that way, Fizz will give that to him, because Fizz is the luckiest motherfucker in hell because Ozzie wants him. Not just for a fling or a week or as a side piece or anything - he is living with him. They’re brushing their teeth at the same fucking sink. How could Fizz refuse Ozzie anything he wants?

He can’t. It’s that simple.

He belongs to Ozzie. Everything he has, everything he is - Ozzie gave him that. His job at the club, the robots, his limbs…

Of course Ozzie can fuck him however he wants.

It’s fine. He’s just being stupid. It’s just sex. He didn’t take his limbs away to humiliate him or to punish him. It’s fine.

He’s just being stupid.

He turns the water off and gets out, dries off as quickly as he can and puts his hat on. The bells jingle gently when he comes back into the bedroom and climbs into bed.

Ozzie wakes up just enough to reach out for him and pull him into a hug.

“Did you go wash up, baby?” he mumbles, still half-asleep.

“Yeah,” Fizz says, and rubs his face into his blue fluff. “Go back to sleep, Ozzie…”

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