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captain-mj · 3 months

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The Journal

I don't know. Cw: Ghost's backstory

Soap found the unassuming book on his desk. The edges of the paper had turned slightly yellow and they were clearly flipped through quite often. He frowned at it, wondering who went into his room and set this there. It felt... almost threatening.

Soap gently opened the book to look at the first page.

I'm writing this journal as a "therapy" exercise. Frankly I think it's fucking bollocks. I'm fine. I dream about nothing.

Well. That wasn't very helpful. The handwriting was odd. Almost scrawling, like the person who was writing had shaky hands but also couldn't be bothered to hold the pen properly.

Soap frowned. This seemed a rather personal thing to give to a person. But it was in his room.

Just one more page.

Apparently I'm supposed to introduce myself. Fine. My name is Simon Riley. I belong to the SAS. I was a POW for a couple of months. I keep hearing numbers but none of them feel right. I think parts of me are still down there.

I hurt. Everywhere. Especially when people touch me. I can't sleep. Can barely eat. My mum is worried. So does Tommy. I want to tell them to fuck off. I have. But they keep worrying. I wonder if this is how Beth felt.

On the page was a polaroid. A baby faced Simon with nasty scars on his face, still fresh and angry. He looked half dead. Dark circles under his eyes and an expression nothing like his usual. Someone had their hand on his shoulder, but he could only see their arm.

Soap sucked in a breath. There was no way Ghost gave this to him. No fucking way.

He got up and grabbed the book, going straight for Ghost's quarters, planning on returning it immediately and pretending he had found it and couldn't find Price to turn it in.

Ghost's quarters were empty. His knives were missing, but his clothes were still there, meaning he was on a mission.

Fuck.

Soap paused and tapped his foot. He wasn't sure if Price was around. How did someone get this? If he left it in his room, he was worried someone would find it. He'd have to keep it. Just to be sure.

Soap set it back on his desk. When he saw Price, he'd talk to him.

After a minute of staring at it, Soap shoved the book into a drawer and closed it tight. He left to talk to Gaz to distract himself for a few hours.

Gaz was nice enough to tell him that Ghost and Price were on a mission together and that they wouldn't be back for a few days.

No big deal.

A few days with a book that potentially had a lot of answers to some questions he had about Ghost.

Soap didn't make it the night before he was reading more pages. He never claimed to have great self control.

Good morning. I feel like a teen, writing in a diary. I've been put on new medication today. Supposed to help. It makes me dizzy for some reason.

My mum keeps making me tea. She wants to make sure I'm real. I see her hands hovering around me. If I wasn't such a shit son, I'd tell her she can hug me. The thought makes my skin crawl. I see her dead body in my dreams. I see the skull they said was hers. I want to tell her I'm okay, but I don't want to lie.

Soap felt sick. There was a drawing. It was crude, clearly done out of boredom and with no real care behind it. Soap was pretty sure it was a skull that was dripping something. Maybe blood. The ink was all black so there was no way to tell. "Mum" was written several times around it.

I dreamed about her again.

That caught Soap's attention. Her? Was Ghost into women? That seemed unlikely.

She used to speak so soothingly in spanish to me. I wonder if she was like me. Did Roba rape her too?

Soap shut the book and shoved it under his pillow. Enough of that. Nope. He didn't want to think of those words and what they meant.

Fucking too.

No.

No...

No!

The idea of something like that happening to his Lieutenant was... It just... didn't happen.

Soap pulled the book out and kept reading. Just... to prove it wasn't real.

I don't know. It's not a nice thought. Maybe I want someone else to hurt too. I tried to jack off the other day and ended up scrubbing myself raw afterward from how it made me feel. How pathetic right?

Not sure what this is doing. What benefit this has. I'm writing my thoughts. Trying to feel better. Tommy joked about me buying a hooker. I had a panic attack. it was like i was back in high school again. fucking baby.

There was a picture of someone, presumably Tommy, and Simon hanging out. They were both smoking and Tommy was making a sign with his hands. He had a giant grin on his face. Simon had a carved out Glasgow smile that looked like it hurt. Raw. it looked to be after the earlier polaroid. The dark circles hadn't gotten better, but there was more color and flesh in his face.

My mum wants me to talk to my dad. I don't know why. I don't know want to see him. Can't let him see me right now. Maybe when I'm recovered. Last time I saw him, I beat his ass. Doubt he's going to forgive me.

Bastard is pure evil. He gets off on hurting people. Got off on hurting me. I think he's trying to use the cancer as an excuse to get close to my mum again. I'll beat his ass again. I'm putting on more weight. I'll fucking do it.

There was a little stick man drawing labeled 'Simon' and 'Bitch' with Simon beating him to death. Soap thought the blood was rather well drawn, even if the stick figures wasn't.

As the week went on, he kept reading a few pages at a time. He learned... things.

Ghost liked Vanilla tea.

Ghost had been assaulted by more than one person.

Ghost's father had beaten him. A lot.

Ghost was scared of snakes.

Ghost loved his Mum.

Ghost hated most mystery movies.

Tommy was Ghost's brother and was the second most important in his life.

And that they were all dead. All of them.

He wrote an explanation of everything there. In a clinical, harsh detail.

I wish I had died down there in Mexico. I wish I had laid down in that grave and died. It's my fault. It's my fault. It's my fault.

It kept repeating and then he had just started over and wrote over the first layer.

Soap was crying. He couldn't help it. Tommy was so... young. Not to mention the descriptions Ghost gave of his family in general. The pages after that were mostly drawings or scribbles, all made with heavy hands.

Simon knocked. He could tell by the sound he made when he knocked. "Johnny?"

"When did you get back?"

"...Just now. Can I come in?"

"Yeah." Soap wiped his face so he'd look... normal. "Yeah come in."

Ghost stepped inside and saw the book. "Enjoy it?"

"What?"

"I left it for you."

"Why?"

Ghost hummed. "Thought it would be the easiest way to let you in."

Soap swallowed. "You don't do anything half assed do you?"

Ghost's eyes stared at him. Answer enough right there.

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #call of duty modern warfare ii #cod mw2 #ghostsoap #cod #soapghost #ghoap

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mamamittens · 21 days

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Failwife cringe au romance where Nikia is having A Time trying to just live on board the Moby Dick.

A real comedy of errors where she's actively struggling to integrate with a crew of mostly men who have all lived at sea for years. She doesn't have a particular job and there's not really an obvious space for her to fill. She's not even sure where the hell starboard and port are. She can't even really talk to the nurses cause they scare her with their thigh highs and miniskirts, as well as spending so long avoiding going into the medical field herself. When she does manage to go to the mess hall, she sits far away from everyone to avoid getting smacked by accident from boisterous men or having her food stolen (mainly with Ace), not wanting to intrude on anyone's time or space.

There's just so many people on board that are so loud and she's used to pretty intense isolation. She's just not prepared for this level of constant social interaction.

So naturally, after many attempts from several people (she's near tears, why have eight random dudes started talking to her only to run off when she's trying to politely listen--her polite smile is virtually non-existent to the naked eye and her intense not-eye contact is unnerving when not followed by properly engaged conversation) Thatch gives it a crack. Hand patting her back (wings) as he slides in next to her.

Only for her to quietly, accidentally breath out

"Why are you here, I'm going to vomit" (from nauseous anxiety triggered by someone suddenly touching at the sensitive base of her wings while striking up a conversation when she's already stressed out).

So like, instant KO for Thatch. He politely excuses himself and she's left more baffled and overwhelmed. Izou is offended on his behalf so this could only go well from here.

Meanwhile Ace is staring at her like "feral mountain child but girl????" Not sure if he's right cause he's not super great with women to start with. And Marco is pretty sure he knows what's going on but watching Thatch instantly get KO'd is way more entertaining than stepping in right now.

Izou probably ends up with the breakthrough as he finds her in the library corner, surrounded by molting feathers and very annoyed (he is at her, she's just trying to live). She's abandoned her book in favor of trying to groom out the loose feathers.

"Do you intend to make a mess everywhere you go?" Intending to be a bit snarky cause she didn't need to tell Thatch he disgusts her, honestly!

And she just looks at him, face red from embarassment and visibly close to crying.

"Sorry, it's the stress. You all make me very nervous, and I'm not good at talking." She finally just says outright desperately hoping he goes away so she can preen in peace so she doesn't leave a trail of feathers everywhere.

"Oh... Oh, honey." Izou is absolutely teasing Thatch to shit for accidentally adding to her torment instead of charming her like he's used to doing with anyone and everyone. Now that he knows it's not personal, he's way more chill about the whole thing.

Fully believe there's a critical lack of really introverted crew members, most are incredibly extroverted so no one knows how to deal with someone who genuinely doesn't do socializing well for non-feral-bitey reasons.

#mittens rambles #one piece crack #one piece oc #she's just trying to live #honestly the thought of +1000 people around me at all times is horrifying #she wants go fly but doesn't know if or who she needs to ask (no one)

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captainlunaxmen · 5 months

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The Lady and the Lord

Chapter 10

Eddie Munson x fem!reader.

This is a repost since the old blog doesn't work anymore. 🥰

Chapter summary: time to deal with the damages Vecna's done.

Chapter warnings: spoiler season 4, slight mention of rape, Andy, lots of cuteness.

Two days... two days since the Upside Down.

Apparently even if Steve, Nancy and Robin managed to kill Vecna, part of his plan succeded.

Four big gates spreading over the whole town, destroyed almost everything, then they stopped and retreated themselves... but they still did lots of damages around Hawkins.That's why a lot of people are now leaving the city.

Max is... okay... she's in a coma. According to the doctor she died for a whole minute, that's why just part of Vecna's plan succeded. Thankfully the doctors also say she's stable and there are a lot of chances she'll wake up soon. Lucas is with her everyday.

And... Eddie... we had lot of troubles bringing him back through the gate, but we did it.

At the hospital they didn't want to take him in, but I managed to talk to the chief and explained to him almost everything so.. he helped. Basically Eddie is fine. Still recovering, but he should be out soon.

Today we, as in Nancy, Robin, Steve, Dustin and I, are collecting some things to take to the Hawkins High school, to help those who got injured and left homeless by the "earthquake".

"Hey Nance! I found so.e more of your old stuff in the attic" Mrs Wheeler comes out of the house with a bix box in her arms.

Nancy quickly collects it and put it in the car.

"Someone order a pizza?" She then asks, earning confused looks from the rest of us.

"Pizza?" Dustin echoes.

We all turn to hear, before see, a horn blaring of a pizza van... stopping in front of the house.

"Oh my god" I let out a chuckle as we see Mike, Will, El, Jonathan and a guy with very long hair... impressive hair getting out of the vehicle.

Mike rushes to his mother, Nancy to Jonathan, Will and El coming towards me and Dustin.

I immediately pull El in for a hug, holding her close not believing she's actually here.

"Hi" I say.

"Hi" she replies tightening her hug.

"What... happened?" I let go to properly look at her, noticing her buzzed hair.

"Long story" she says.

"Hey you" I go to hug Will as Dustin hugs El.

"Hi, Y/n" He says "Where's Lucas?"

"He's at the hospital" Dustin answers.

"Was he hurt?" El asks.

"No. No, he's.."

"He's okay.. Max on the other hand, she's in a sort of coma. The doctors say she should wake up soon though... hopefully" I explain.

"We can take you see her, if you want" Nancy offers and El is quickly to nod her head yes.

Nancy, Jonathan, Mike, El, Will and Argyle, I think his name is, go to the hospital, then to Hopper's cabin, apparently El needs a place to hide, all while Robin, Steve, Dustin and I go to take the boxes to the high school.

"You got it, buddy?" Steve asks Dustin as we walk through the parking lot.

"I'm fine" he assures him. His leg isn't completely healed yet, but Dustin insisted on helping.

We enter the gym, the whole place is filled with people. Lot of them are volunteers, medics, but just as many, if not more, are now-homeless people, people who lost their close ones..

There a big board, covered in poster of missing people.

"Oh god.." I mutter to myself.

One of the girls responsible there smiles at us as we arrive to leave the boxes on the table in front of her.

"Hi"

"Uh, so these are blankets and sheets. And some... some clothes and... and some kids' toys" Robin explains.

"Wow" the girl, 'Melissa' says her name tag, is surprised "it's already so organized. We appreciate that. Do you want a tax receipt for it?" She then asks.

"Uh...No. I don't think that we need one. Thank you, though" Robin answers. "But is there anything else that we can do to help?"

I'm sent to give water to the people sitting in the gym, so is Dustin while Robin is making sandwiches and Steve is at the clothes section.

As I walk around offering glasses of water I notice a man at the missing posters board, he's taking one off to hang another.

I look a bit more attentively and notice it's for Eddie.

Oh my god, that must be Eddie's uncle. Hadn't anyone told him Eddie's okay?

I walk to Dustin.

"Can you hold these for a moment?" I ask him.

"Sure"

I give him the last three glasses of water and I make my way to the man and take a very deep breath.

"Hi, uh... sorry?" I try to catch his attention, he eventually turns around. "Are you... uh... are you Eddie's uncle?"

"That's me" he dryly replies. "What do you want?"

"I'm... can, uh.. can we talk, please?"

"I can't imagine we got anything to talk about. My nephew is innocent" he firmly says.

I look down with a small smile and notice the poster he took of just a moment before.

The old poster of Eddie is smeared with horns and "satanic" drawings... oh..

"I.. I know that, Mr Munson. Trust me" I tell him, looking up at him again.

"What?" He seems taken aback by that.

"I know Eddie, I know he's innocent. And I know he's not missing, sir. He's at the hospital. He got badly hurt during the... the earthquake, saving me..."

I see him letting out a big sigh of relief, going to sit down.

"You're not making fun of me?" He checks.

"I know the people around here are mean and likes to point their fingers at the first... different person they find.. and you have no reason to trust me, but I'm not lying, sir." I sit with him "Eddie is at the hospital. I don't know why no one warned you earlier"

"What's your name?" He asks.

"I'm Y/n L/n" I answer.

"Oh... I should've known right away... you're the Y/n my nephew always talks about" He chuckles and I feel my cheeks heating up at the thought of Eddie talking about me with his uncle.

"Can't seem to make him shut up about you, you know. God..." he chuckles again, relief written all over his face "for a moment I really thought he was dead... thank you"

"I actually should be the one thanking him, he was a true hero. He is." I chuckle nervously.

"I better go see him.. thank you, for telling me" he stands up shaking my hand, holding it in his. "Hope to see you again, Y/n."

"I hope so too."

As he walks away I call him again "actually... Uh. I know your trailer was one of those seriously damaged by the earthquake and... Eddie's gonna stay at mine for a while.. if you have no place to go, you're more than welcome" I offer.

"You're very kind, Eddie was right about that. But don't worry, I got a place to stay in. Just promise to take care of him?"

"Of course, sir"

"Thank you again" He answers with a sweet smile and walks away again.

I go to Steve to help him folding some shirts and sweaters, and I notice Robin talking and joking with Vickie at the table in front of us.

"Awe look at our baby.." I say.

"I'm so happy for her. She deserves this" Steve says.

"Definitely. Now we're gonna have to find someone for you. You too deserve that" I sweetly tell him as I start to fold some clothes.

"You're just saying that because you want to get rid of me" he jokes.

"Yeah... I mean.. I don't know how Eddie would take it to have you in the way... constantly. You know, a threesome every now and then, fine, but constantly? You're lots of work, Harrington" I laughs.

"Don't tempt me, honey. I still remember some things about that night" he jokes back.

"Oh shut up" I scold him playfully and he laughs.

"So... should I get from it that you and Eddie are a thing now?" He asks with a teasing tone.

"Maybe.." I shyly grin.

"Mhmm... he hurts you, he's dead." He says, suddenly serious.

"Yeah, sure Stevie. Sure" I give him a sceptical look.

"Hey... I can beat him up" He insists.

"I'm not saying anything, Stevie"

"I didn't like your tone, honey" he says.

"I'm messing with you" I nudge him "thank you.."

"For what? Handing you the shirts?" He jokes.

"Yeah that... and also.. for always looking out for me" I quietly say.

"Thank you for trusting me" he wraps one arm around my shoulders kissing my head.

"Now, please... don't say anything about Eddie to Dustin, not yet."

"Why?" Steve asks confused, getting back at folding some sweaters.

"Because he wanted to be the very first to know about me and Eddie so... don't say anything." I ask him with a chuckle.

"Sure" he laughs.

" I have to find the right way to tell him"

"why? He's been your number one fan all this time, he's gonna be enthusiastic" Steve tells me.

"Yeah, I know. I just don't want him to organise a wedding or... hear him say 'I told you'" I explain, mimicking Dustin's voice.

"Right... wait...Do I get to be the best man, right?" He jokes leaning onto me.

"You're gonna be my bridesmaid, Stevie." I tell him with a laugh.

There's a comical pause in which he actually considers it, before he speaks again "deal"

"I need to find a way to tell him without him freaking out too much, you gotta help me, okay?" I let out a nervous chuckle, when he doesn't answer right away I insist "Okay?"

"I don't think he's the one you should be worried about... on this 'boyfriend' matter" he tells me.

"Why?" I look up to him, but his eyes aren't on me, rather behind me.

I turn around curiously looking around the gym.

My eyes land on a very familiar figure... that can't be... Hopper?

"Steve..."

"Yes honey?"

"Tell me you see him too please." I shakily ask "I don't want to run to a complete stranger because I'm having hallucinations"

"Go hug him, honey." Steve gently pushes me forward and I immediately rush to the other side of the gym, making my way through the sea of people on the way.

I see him brightly smile at me as I get closer, he opens his arm as I jump at him wrapping my arms around his neck crying like a baby.

His arms are tightly wrapped around me.

"I'm here, sweetheart. I'm here" he rubs my back, letting me back on the ground gently.

I notice Joyce next to him and I hug her too.

"Hey" she says kissing my head.

I let her go and turns back to Hopper.

"How... what... how?" I ask between sobs.

"Well... someone still owes me some snacks for movie night, right?" He jokes, his eyes wet from tears too.

"Shut up" I tell him, wiping away some tears, even if more falls from my eyes. "Oh my god... El! You already saw El? She's at..."

"I did, we stopped at the cabin and they were all there" He tells me.

"Now she looks just like you. You got the same haircut" I laugh, still wiping away some tears.

"Yeah, it looks better on her though" he laughs too.

Then I feel someone beside me, Steve arrived too.

"Hey" Steve greets Hopper, shaking his hand.

"Hey Cool-Hair, you took care of my daughter?" Hopper asks.

"Always, sir" Steve nods.

"Daughter?" I ask.

"I... I wanted to surprise you last year, before the mind flayer happened, but..I didn't get the chance" Hop says reaching behind him to his pocket.

"What are you talking about?" I ask.

"I left it at the cabin, thankfully it was still there when I went earlier." He hands me some papers.

"What... what is it?" I ask again, more confused.

"Adoption papers... all you need to do is sign it..." he nervously explain "if you want to, of course. And you're still gonna live in your house, I know how much you care about your independence... but.. yeah we can still be a family."

"I... I... I don't know what... to say" I stutter.

"Well, think about it, whether you sign it or not, you'll have to tell him about you and Eddie" Steve jokes. I glare at him and he turns back around walking back to the clothing section.

"Who's Eddie? And why there's a 'you and Eddie', uh?" Hopper asks.

"Jim..." Joyce warns him, a sweet smile on her face though.

"What? I'm away for a year and she got a boyfriend? I have the right to ask about it!" He defends, making me laugh.

"Yeah ask, not interrogate" Joyce insists.

Hooper just sighs, deeply, eyes softening when he looks back at me.

"What do you say, sweetheart?" He then asks.

I look down at the papers in my hand, more tears spilling out.

"Well, uh... do you.. do you have a pen?" I ask.

Joyce rushes to grab a pen and excitedly hands it to me, so I can sign the papers.

I'm gonna have a dad... oh shit. That's crazy.

I realised, during this last week, that I always got a family. Now.. now It's just official.

After I sign it, I hand the papers back to him, hugging him again, tightly.

"So, now that we're officially a family," he starts as he pulls away, wiping away more tears. "who's Eddie?

"Oh, I think I should get back to help Steve, you know." I start to walk away "he's not that good at folding shirts"

"This isn't over!" He tells me.

"I'm counting on it!" I yell back, with the biggest smile on my face.

I love how Steve completely gave up in complaining and just drives around wherever we want.

It's actually nice of him, I know he secretly likes doing it.

"Thanks again, Stevie" I tell him as he drives me and Dustin to the Hospital.

"Oh no problem, honey. Gotta check if the boyfriend is okay" he casually says.

"I still can't believe you told him before me!" Dustin complains.

"How many times do I have to ask for forgiveness?" I ask, holding back a chuckle.

"I already forgave you. Also, me constantly telling you 'I told you so' is just enough punishment" he replies.

"You're lucky I love you, Dusty" I semi-warn him.

"Well.. he did tell you" Steve chimes in.

"I warn you too, Harrington" I tell him pointing a finger at him.

"What are you gonna do, uh? Spank me?" He laughs.

"Hey! She's taken, dude. Enough of that" Dustin scold Steve.

"Calm down, Dustin. No risk here anymore" Steve reassures him.

"You better." Dustin sends Steve a glare through the rearview mirror, then realises what he says "wait... anymore?"

"Oh god.." I laugh. "Enough with this, alright? Also... we didn't define anything yet. He was too busy bleeding out to talk about... whatever this is"

"What do you mean? It's pretty obvious he wants you to be his girlfriend" Steve says as a matter of fact.

"Still... we haven't talked about it yet." I tell them.

"Ready for another round of 'I told you's, Henderson?" Steve asks.

"Always"

"I don't like you guys teaming up against me" I laugh.

"You do that all the time with him against me!" Steve complains, with a chuckle.

"Yeah.. because that's fun!" I reply as he parks the car.

We get out of the car and make our way in the hospital.

We go to the table and ask one of the nurses for Max's room and Eddie's. After showing us the way he went back to his desk and we got into Max's room first, finding Lucas still there.

"Hey Lucas" I greet him with a hug and then I go to sit beside Max's bed.

She's still unconscious, but she... looks fine. I think.

"Hey yourself" I softly say to her.

"Thanks for coming" Lucas then tells us as he sit beside me.

"How couldn't we?" Dustin replies with a smile.

"Your eye looks better" I notice looking at his face.

"Yeah, it feels better too"

If I ever find Jason in front of me again, I swear he's done. Beating up a fourteen year-old... fuck's sake.

"Jason's lucky I wasn't there.." Steve comments, rightly mad.

"With all respect, Steve, but I think Y/n here would kick his ass better than you" Dustin shrugs and I let out a small chuckle, while Lucas laughs.

"Thank you very much, Henderson" Steve rolls his eyes.

"Aww, Stevie, we know you could've taken him." I sarcastically say.

"You're on thin ice, Honey" he warns me.

I stick my tongue out at him and go back at looking at Max. She's completely still, obviously yeah, but it's still a painful sight.

"Did the doctors say anything else?" I ask Lucas, not once looking away from Max.

"They just say she's actually doing great, that she'll probably wake up soon" he answers.

"That's.. that's good" I slightly smile at him before moving my attention back to Max.

"Hey, guys, why don't you go buy something to eat, uh? Have a walk, Sinclair. We'll stay here" Steve suggests them.

Dustin and Lucas accept and walk out of the room.

"You good?" Steve takes Lucas' place beside me.

"Yeah.. yeah. It's just hard seeing her like this. Even though the doctors are positive she'll wake up soon... it's still hard. All of that to keep her save and..." I take a deep breath.

"I know" he gently grabs one of my hand "I know. When we killed Vecna, we went down to see his body and then... we heard the grandfather clock chiming, in that moment.. in that moment, I swear I felt.. I felt like dying myself. I couldn't believe we failed" he sincerely tells me and I squeeze his hand to reassure him "but thankfully... we didn't.. or not completely at least. But I still can't not think about how we could've prevented it..."

"You couldn't know, Steve, we couldn't know. That was the biggest risk all along. But we did it, uh? Once again we fucking did it." I look at him, giving him a small smile as my eyes start watering "as always"

"We fucking did it" he nods with a smile.

"And she's gonna be fine and everything is going to be okay"

"Oh definitely, if Mayfield doesn't wake up, I'll kill her" he jokes.

"I'll help you." I laugh and Steve does the same.

In that moment Dustin and Lucas come back with some food for us too.

"We stopped by Eddie's room on the way back, he looks good" Dustin says.

"You talked to him?"

"Yeah, he just feels a little tired he says. You should.. see your boyfriend" Dustin teases.

"Ooh so it's official?" Lucas asks with a small grin.

"No. Nothing's official. And you, Dusty, you're lucky we almost lost two of us, otherwise you'd be dead now" I say as stand up walking to the door.

"You're not coming, Steve?" I ask.

"I'll just leave you two some room, I'll come later" he winks and I just roll my eyes before exiting and heading to Eddie's room.

On my way there, in an almost empty hallway, I bump into someone.

"Sorry" I quietly apologise.

"No worries, baby"

You've got to be kidding me.

I look up seeing Andy right on front of me with a disgusting grin on his face.

What the hell is he doing here? Oh.. righ... Jason's been injured too.

I quickly move to the side to walk past him, but he blocks my way, making me roll my eyes.

"What are you doing here, uh? Came here to apologise?" He asks.

"I'm..." I stutter " w-wait... apologies? Why would I apologise?" I ask, rather confused.

"Well, you haven't been very kind last time we saw each other... threatening to use a shotgun against us..." he says it like the most obvious thing in the world.

"You first threatened to rape me, then you threatened my friend... I don't think I should be the one fucking apologising" I tell him, shocked.

"Hey, hey, hey, Where's the sweet girl gone?" He jokes getting closer, making me take a few steps back. "Uh? C'mon, baby. Why don't we get out of here?"

"No.." I move back again, but he follows quickly.

"Oh, why? You got better plans?" He asks.

"Yes" I try to sound firm, but I know my voice breaks a little.

"Like what?"

"Seeing my friends" I answer.

"You're not here to see Munson, are you?"

"Yes... yes I am" I try to walk past him again, but once again he grabs my hips pulling me to him.

I put my hands on his arms to push him away, but he doesn't bulge.

"You look so cute when you struggle. I'm sure I could show you a better time than him." he leans down towards me.

"I said no" I hit him in the crotch with my knee, making him hiss in pain and let me go. "Don't fucking touch me"

I walk away to Eddie's room and once I find it I enter, as fast as I can.

"What a beautiful sight... hey what's wrong?"

Oh... it's so nice to hear his voice again..

I turn around walking to him, sitting on the bed with him. Eddie just looks at me worried and confused.

"Just a dickhead who can't seem to accept 'no' as an answer" I shrug.

"Oh my" he starts, but I cut him off.

"I hit him in the balls. Hopefully he understands this" I tell Eddie and he just bursts out laughing.

"Oh god... I wish I saw that" he says "my brave girl"

"Shut up.." I look down.

"Still so shy, aren't we?" He teases.

"Me? Never" I sarcastically say and he gently grabs my hand in his playing with my fingers. "You okay?" I ask him.

"Now that you're here... so much better" he grins at me.

"You're terrible..." I playfully roll my eyes "but seriously... are you okay?"

"Yeah, yes m'lady. I'm okay. They patched me up good" he softly chuckles.

"That's good" I smile at him and I see his eyes moving between my own and my lips. "You'll kiss me properly" I tell him.

"Oh c'mon!" He complains, but laugh too and I just shake my head "You're being cruel now, you know that?"

"It was the deal" I shrug.

"The deal included, also, anything else" he hints, teasingly.

"It still does" I wink at him.

"Oh christ... be mine" he suddenly says.

"What?" I ask, taken aback by his words.

"Would you be my girlfriend? Like... officially?" He sweetly smiles at me and, I swear, I could just melt for how softly his eyes are looking at me right now. "And before you could answer. Yes, Dustin talked to me, but no it wasn't because of him I'm asking you. Yes, I'm asking you because I like you, a lot" he smiles at me "Aaaand... Yes, I know Hopper's your father now, like officially your father now and I am ready to meet him, whenever he wants"

That makes me laugh, genuinely.

"I would've said yes, even if you weren't ready, my lord"

"I know... but I still wanted you to know." He move my hand to his lips kissing it gently, making me look away.

"You're gonna be the death of me, Munson" I tell him.

"The feeling is mutual, m'lady" he winks and then smiles. "Are you still sure you want me to stay at your place?" He then asks.

"Positive" I nod "why wouldn't I?"

"Well maybe Hopper has something to say about that" he tells me with a shrug.

"He's fine... I guess, he doesn't have much of a choice. I told him I made a promise to your uncle and he couldn't argue that." I reply with a reassuring smile.

"Oh about that... Wayne wants to.. have dinner all together one of these days.. you know" he's slightly nervous again, playing with my fingers and rings "he insists on buying us dinner to.. get to know you better"

"Why so nervous, love?" I ask, genuinely curious.

"It would be the first time I introduce someone to him" he answers with a timid smile looking me in the eyes "it's a big deal"

"Well then, I accept his invitation. But... next time I'll cook" I tell him.

"Oh well you'll have to talk with him about that. I want nothing to do with this" he raises his hand up.

I laugh and move my gaze to his hands as he lowers them back to his lap.

Shit...What if his uncle finds me boring, or he hates me? I'm gonna make a fool of myself, I know.

I never thought I'd be the kind of girl someone would want to introduce to their relatives... it's gonna be a disaster.

"Where's that mind going, m'lady?" Eddie's voice snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Uh?"

"What troubles my lady's mind?" He grabs my hands caressing them.

"Nothing... it's stupid" I shake my head.

"Mmh..." he considers me for a moment "Nah, that can't be. Tell me" he moves his head sideways, a pout on his lips "please?"

"Just... overthinking.." I answer.

"About what?" He sits up straight again.

"Oh nothing... just what if he ends up hating me?" I softly say.

"Yeah.. as if that's even possible" Eddie chuckles, but his eyes are gentle. "He already loves you. I talked so much about you, it's like he already knows you"

I laugh, still embarrassed he actually talked about me to his uncle... it's sweet.

"And trust me... I said all good thing"

"You did?" I ask, shyly meeting his eyes.

"Oh yeah. I started to tell him about you after I brought you home, after out project meeting." He starts, fingers interlocking with mine as he speaks "he asked me why I was so late and I told him I had to take home the most beautiful girl in the world"

"Oh shut it.." I say, feeling my cheeks warming up.

"Then everyday I would tell him what those little shits told me about you... I'd tell him about how sweet you looked that day, how kind you always are with everyone.. and also I'd ask him what could I have done to approach you again, without scaring you"

"You could have never scared me, Eddie." I gently tell him chucking.

"That's one of the many things that attracted me to you. 'How come such a sweet girl isn't afraid of me?' I asked myself, you know... seeing what everyone says about me." He continues "Dustin then told me how little you care about what everyone says, that's when I started to get obsessed" he laughs "always looking your way, hoping you would notice me"

"I always noticed you" I tell him "whenever the professors forced you to sit in the front row I take a look at you. At your vest, trying to see if there are any new patch on it. In the cafeteria, I always hoped you put on one of your 'shows' so I had a good excuse to look at you and not just stare" I let out a small laugh "and obviously, Dustin started to talk more and more about you and about the campaigns you make, your jokes and about how you were the only person in high school to treat them... well.. not like shit." I squeeze his hands "I always noticed you... I just never thought you would notice me"

"Well, we always noticed each other..."

"But none of us had enough courage to speak to the other" I finish for him, with a chuckle.

"Exactly." He nods "Oh well.. now we'll just have to make it up for the lost time, uh?" He winks.

"Of course" I smile.

A knock interrupts us.

"Yes?"

"It's Steve. Can I come in?" Steve asks.

"Does he have to?" Eddie jokes.

"Sure!" I tell Steve.

"Hey, man" he enters and walk to us. "How do you feel?"

"Oh all good." Eddie replies "especially with her right here"

"I told you to stop it" I shyly laugh.

"And I told you... never" he replies smugly.

"Is it official? Like.. you guys..." Steve starts.

"Yes, Steve. Okay?" I say with an exasperated laugh.

"So... I can finally to 'The Speech', yeah?" He asks me, hopeful.

"Oh god.." I hide behind my hand.

"C'mon, Harrington, scare me." Eddie listens carefully.

"Listen, man. We all care about you, that's true. But... if you dare hurt Y/n, I promise you, I personally will hunt you down and you wouldn't want me to find you. You'd regret those bats." Steve tries to sound threatening.

"Don't worry Harrington, if I ever hurt her, I'd gladly let you kick my ass. I'd deserve that" Eddie replies, calmly.

"I don't need you to 'let me' kick your ass, man... I could take you" Steve insists.

"With all due respect... I'm much more scared of the younger Sinclair" Eddie says honestly.

"Told you, Stevie."

"Also... she could easily kick my ass better than you" Eddie adds pointing at me.

"Alright, fuck you guys" Steve just shrugs, defeated.

"Oh c'mon." I laugh "come here" I grab a chair and put it next to the bed so Steve can sit with us.

"You sure you're good?" He checks again.

"Yeah, Harrington. I'm good, surprisingly good." Eddie answers ad he keeps playing with my fingers. "Plus I got a cute girl helping me, right?" He looks at me.

"Anytime" I smile at him.

"That's good, man. You faced the worst of the worst and look at you, still with us. Only a few scratches" Steve tries to cheer him up.

"Yeah, got some big scars.." Eddie replies, quietly. Feigning confidence, but I think there's more than that. Before I could say something he continues "like yours, big boy, uh?"

"Scar-brothers, you should start a band now" I joke, squeezing Eddie's hand, silently reassuring him.

"Cool name. We're gonna drop 'corroded coffin' and make new t-shirts" he chuckles.

"I'll make the logo" I offer.

"Oh then you're gonna be famous for sure" Steve teases.

"Obviously" Eddie agrees.

"I think we should go though. I have a shift at family video today" Steve tells me.

"Oh.. yeah don't worry" I say "give us a minute, okay?"

"Sure" he smiles. "Get well soon, alright? I don't think I could stand Henderson alone for much longer" he jokes.

"Don't worry, I heal quickly" Eddie assures him.

"Good" Steve walks to the door "can I still call her 'honey' or is it forbidden?" He asks then.

"You ask her, not me" Eddie replies.

Good answer, I think.

I just laugh "as always Stevie. Me having a boyfriend doesn't mean you can't be my friend anymore"

"Just checking. Okay, see you at the car, honey" he finally leaves.

I shake my head chuckling.

"He cares a lot about you" he notes.

"Yeah, well... we've been friends for centuries basically" I smile at him again.

"Hey.. uh... thanks for visiting today" he leans his head to the wall behind him.

"No need to thank me, my lord. I'm just glad you're okay" I tell him "you scared the shit out of me" I then admit.

"I'm sorry" he smiles a little. "But I'd do that again if it means you're gonna be fine"

"So would I" I tell him.

"Oh no, no, I'm more expendable, you let me risk my life" he defends.

"Yeah.. sure, as if I'd let you" I laugh confidently.

"I don't need your permission" he chuckles surprised.

"Neither do I" I smirk.

He just laughs, happily, and I do too.

"Should I tell you what you do to me when you get so cocky, or it's too soon?" He wonders with a teasing grin.

"Let it be a surprise" I say getting up. "I better go. I don't want to be the reason Steve's gonna get fired... or I'll never hear the end of it"

"I'll see you tomorrow then?" He asks. "I mean... I get out tomorrow"

"Oh no, you'll never see me again, my lord I say dramatically with a small laugh.

"Then kiss me and say goodbye properly, m'lady" he follows my joke.

"Fair point.. you got me" I laugh, then sweetly smile at him. I lean down to give him a peck on the cheek.

"Can't wait, m'lady" he bows his head a little.

I walk to the door and, before walking out, I blow him a kiss which he gladly catches and theatrically place it on his lips.

"See you tomorrow, love" I tell him and I walk out of the door as I hear him again.

"I fucking love it when you call me that!"

I laugh rolling my eyes and head out to Steve's car.

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Lanterns

Part 6

Disclaimer: GUYS! I am so so sorry for taking so long to write this 🥲 i'm terrible at writing endings and I feel like this isn't exactly what I wanted to write, but I couldn't find a way to do it better. It's still alright, I suppose, so there's that- eh. The longest I look at it, better it seems xD

I had this written for a couple days now but decided to wait for the 28th :] enjoy

Summary: A Goddess who lost her faith, trying to get back to her senses so her family doesn't fall apart.

Warnings: -----

Taglist: @malarkgirlypop , @bucky32557038ww2 , @xxluckystrike (if you want in or out, just tell me!)

-> Image below found here.

When Blithe left the little village a week after making port, some locals waved goodbye from the bay. The ocean, open and wide, seemed to welcome back the ship as she rode the currents and crashed against the waves. The sky was clear and the horizon was all theirs - not a single gale nor ship in Blithe's wake. She was finally headed to Tortuga. Land of the free.

Sirius was the one at the wheel, steering her in the direction needed; up north. The crew found themselves busy, dealing with the ropes, chains and all else needed to make her go.

Blithe would need yet a few days before getting to her destination and, unfortunately for all, they would spend the Holiday and new year at sea - not that it was anything new, anyway, but most of them would be surely glad to run up to an Inn and drown themselves in good rum.

"GOOD MORNIN', MISS IBIS!" The high pitched voice of Olive dragged Hydra out of her sleep; she opened her eyes, startled but yet do adjust her vision, only to find the little girl staring down at her - upside down, sitting on the ceiling with the biggest smile her face could hold.

Hydra didn't really had the time to properly wake up when the girl lunged at her, practically attacking the woman and making both of them fall from the hammock and colide against the wooden floor. Hydra let out a screech of pain as she tried to do something - get the girl off of her? Get up? Breathe? She didn't quite know.

"OLIVE! I NEED AIR!" Was all she could scream back as the child laughed, sitting atop the older woman with an enormous grin - and then promptly started to float up again, untill she found herself with the back against the ceiling once more. "That is not the way you wake someone up, for Gods' sake!"

"Oh, Miss Ibis, papa told me to get ye up and runnin'. No beauty sleep." And Olive giggled to herself, unable to keep a straight face as she blatantly lied.

"Oh, Rodion told ya to wake me? It sure isn't one of your tricks?" Hydra got up, ruffling the wing feathers and stretching all the way she could. "Then by all means, what do your dad want with me?"

The child, playing with gravity, stood against the ceiling as if it was the floor, walking alongside the other while they made their way out of the sleeping quarters. "Uh... well... he... he wants you to... huh... well, it was actually Pangey who wanted your help with the... ah... the... whatever you medics do, I think."

Hydra rolled her eyes, incapable of containing a small smile as she helped the girl come down to the ground. Olive had some special shoes so she wouldn't simply float off - big, heavy boot-like things that would keep her grounded -, which she put on as they both got outside through the ship's hatch.

"SURPRISE!" The collective yell got Hydra and she almost fell down the stairs. If Olive wasn't enough to wake her, this sure was. All the crew on deck, with big smiles; some waving, others simply looking at her.

"Happy day, Miss Ibis" Olive let out, surprise-hugging the Goddess.

"We thought you'd like a big welcoming comittee for your finally coming around day" Michael spoke as he walked up to her, kind of insecure if that would make her turn back and hide as always. "We know you don't like those things, but- "

He let the words fall when Hydra embraced him with both arms and wings. He did not plan for that to happen, so his mind was slow to actually catch up for him to finally retrieve the hug.

"I love it, actually" she told him, battling some happy tears.

"I'm happy you do, dear." He let her go, a smile on his lips. "Can you guess just who's idea it was?"

She cleared her eyes with the back of her hand before scanning the crowd to find Sirius, on the ship's wheel, looking like he was having a blast. "Oh, that bastard of a mutt..."

"Hey, don't call my Siri that!" Jeremy laughed, placing his hand on her shoulder. "We're happy to have you back to normal, bird."

Hydra found herself smiling like never before. She smiled at Michael for his kindness, at Jeremy for his words, at Olive for the hug and at everyone else for whatever reasons. Or simply because they were there. And she laughed. It was good, for once, to actually feel the warmt of being loved by so many on her own special day.

"Here. I got it for you." Michael gave the woman a small package that he made with some pieces of rope and cloth. Hydra began unwrapping it, only to find a chocolate bar.

"How kind of you, Micah. I really had no clue you were able of such self control!" She tilted her head, teasingly staring at him.

"Well, I'll kindly take care of it if you don't want chocolate. But, as all the doctors I've met always say: 'chocolate it's good for the health'."

"I'm pretty sure no doctor ever said that."

"Well, what do you know? You are not a doctor. Pangey is. And she always sneaks me some chocolate." He winked at the woman, then grabbed her by the hand so they could go up to where Sirius stood.

He straightened his back as both came closer, eyeing Hydra's new prize and raising one eyebrow. "Micah, ye never get ME chocolate."

"Suck it up, pretty face, he likes me better." She taunted, before launching herself to hug him.

Both heard Michael giggling beside them. He said something along the lines of "I'll be back in a bit" and let the siblings have their moment there.

They stayed like that for a good minute, before a teary eyed Hydra stepped back. "Thank you so much, Sirius. For everything, really."

"What else could I do for me sis'er? I think this the firs' time ever I see ya smilling so much on yer day. Not even when we were kids ye did tha'." He tilted his head, maybe to have a better look at her face. The sun made her more radiant than ever; her eyes sparkled of pure happiness. "The smile goes well with ya."

And then she was crying again.

Hydra was never the type to just be open about her feelings - her mom was firm that it wasn't something a proper lady should do. The Goddess took years and years of classes on etiquette and good manners - how should she present herself in high society, how to act or speak, how to obey her husband and so on. Showing the "weak" feelings was something she was trained not to do - and even now, too many years after everything, she still had to learn how to abandon those ideals.

She was no longer part of an enormously rich family: her mom was dead, thank Gods, and she left that prick she was made to marry; now she lived amongst a crew of commoners, people without any sense of good maners and yet, it felt somewhat wrong to let herself be free of the societal norms she grew up in.

Even if that meant to cry in front of her brother.

She had already done that in the crow's nest, that night, and now found herself sobbing once again - but for a much different, happier reason.

"Good. Ye can let it out, Ibis. Am here with ya." Sirius assured her, as she tried to recompose. At the end, Hydra was laughing to herself, shaking her head.

"You are such a stupid man, don't you know?"

"I'm fully aware of tha', Ibis."

"I love you. Seriously, I do."

Sirius narrowed his eye, playful, a stupid grin on his face. "Don't you mean... Siriusly...?"

Hydra stared in silence for a couple of seconds - she didn't exactly know wether she should punch that grin off his face or throw him in the sea as sharkbait. Maybe both.

Just like they did on birthdays, Hydra was free of any obligations on her own special Holiday - which meant she could just sit around and relax during the whole day. She closed her eyes as she sat against some boxes, letting the sun on her face and hearing the sound of the waves crashing against the ship. She never felt more peaceful.

"Hey, Hydra." Darty sat beside her on the floor, crossing their legs to be more confortable. "It's good to see you out today."

She didn't bother to open her eyes, but tilted her head just enough to show she was paying attention. She and Darty were never the type to talk much - both had their own opinions that usually ended up colliding, so they refrained to have conversations. She was indeed surprised to have them approaching first, but didn't let it show.

"So... word got 'round that you'll stay with us for the night." Darty still looked at her. "You know... you always sit from afar but like... today is your day and all so... maybe you'd like for me to play some songs for you...?"

Their voice was low, a bit confused about the question. Darty usually was too self-centered to even care about the others - and that was finally enough to make Hydra open her eyes to stare at them.

"Did I hear that right?" She let out, kind of regretting it instantly. "Sorry, sorry... I was just... surprised, I guess. Did anyone bribe you, Dart?"

The God beside her let out a little laugh, shaking their head. "Well, Gods' forbid a person trying to be good, aye? And what if someone bribed me? What'd you do?"

"Tell me who it was and I'll tell you which songs you'll play me. Deal?"

"Yeah, fine. 'Twas Enoch and Nate."

Hydra straightened her posture. Now that was news to her. "Enoch? Well, I'm not surprised about Natasha. But Enoch? How the fuck? And why the fuck, actually?"

Darty decided not to add the part in which they were swiftly kidnapped from their guard post during the night by Pax, the Hollow. They debated a bit with their own mind before deciding that it was really for the best not to tell the woman that the "bribe" was more of a threat of being swung on the ocean by that beast of a pet Enoch had.

"I don't know either."

"How much did they pay you?"

They went silent for a bit.

"... Enough."

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As night fell upon Blithe, the works and duties were left behind; it was a celebration, for Gods' sake, who would prefer to swab the deck instead of drink and dance 'till their feet got sore?

Blithe was somewhat decorated with small lanterns hanging from the sails and ropes - they weren't normal, actually. The lanterns were made with flowers and vines created by Fiona, while the lights inside them, resembling stars, were put there by Natasha.

Emma had lighted candles and Brownyn made sure to organize enough stuff to resemble somewhat of a tables with food, made by a very proud Michael - they were lucky the sea was calm; probably Constance's way of gifting Hydra. The sky was completely clear and as the sun set down on the horizon, the stars winked down at them, shining brighter than normal.

Darty sat in their usual place, laughing along something said by their friends while getting ready to play some music.

Hydra felt confortable. It was the first time in years she felt like that on December 28th. It was definetely different. Better than whatever else she could hope for, to be honest. There was chatter, laughter and smiles all over the place and she really made an effort to include herself this time - as tiring as it felt to be the center of attention, it was pretty good.

She swayed along the deck, dancing around. She went by - first she gave Rodion a chance. Then little Claire called to her and, before she even knew, she was laughing and pacing around along other crewmates - a very drunk Dean, then Olive, Natasha, Emma, Horace. At the end of it all, Hydra felt her feet ache and her chest burn. She had not danced like that in years and, anyway, balls and ballads were never as exciting.

"Care to join me?" Jeremy asked, as Hydra was ready to sit down and have a break. She was tired and her breath out of pace, but still, it was her brother-in-law and Captain asking.

"Can we go slow this time?" She asked, as she took his hand. He nodded in agreement, shooting a glance at Darty.

The singer looked up, tilting their head a bit while Jeremy mouthed about wanting a calmer song. They shook their head, kind of adjusting the guitar before changing the tone of the songs.

"If I had been born two hundred years ago, I would've been a sailor and sailing I would go"

Hydra smiled up at Jeremy while the two took to dancing, slower than before, steady. It was good for a change of the maniacal moves from before; no kicking feet, tail shaking or twirling around.

"Feelin' better?" Jeremy asked, being as good of a guide he could be - dance was never his thing.

"A lot" she answered, a small giggle leaving her mouth. "I feel like I missed out on too much."

"Nah. The other years have not been so fun." Jeremy gave her a wink and a smile. "Ye know, we can always have some parties like this the rest of the year-"

"No. I like it just fine on the 28th."

"Sirius is really happy."

"Oh, I'm sure he is." Hydra caught a glimpse of her brother, laughing along Michael, Millard and Juni. It looked like it was one of the best days of his life - and she felt like so too.

"When I think about the place and time where I was born,

I wonder if the hands of fate had slipped to place me wrong."

Hydra let her head fall upon Jeremy's shoulder. She felt fine. And, for once, she really was fine. They stopped dancing, now just kind of swaying from side to side, and she just felt him give her a reassuring hug.

She could hear all the people she loved around her. Dancing, drinking, playing, singing and laughing. Or barking, if Peggy was something to go by.

I am here! The dog huffed, looking up at her people; she wagged her tail, tongue hanging off her mouth and saliva dripping on the floor.

"The ocean is still out there, magnificent and wide

She's got open arms to hold me and endless space to hide

And the only things that hold me back are the things I hold inside..."

As Darty's voice drifted off, Hydra came back to her senses and the dance finally stopped. The chatter died down, as the crew got themselves ready to close off the celebration with the most important part - the lantern lighting.

Jeremy got Hydra's hand, kissing the back of it as she rolled her eyes - well, at least he was being a gentleman.

She made her way towards Sirius, who leaned against Michael, fidling with his hair. Micah, recovering from the full moon of a few nights ago, didn't even bother to dance; he loved it, but his body had no energy and was still every bit hurt. He had made an effort to stay awake, to enjoy the night with the others, but now it was finally getting to him. His very bones were aching.

"How's mister wolf holding up?" Hydra asked; he was much more energetic in the morning, before the aftermath of his adrenaline died down.

"Mister wolf is not holding up" declared Micah, both eyes closed, almost sleeping right then and there. "Oh, I wanted to dance with ye a wee bit. I still can- just lemme get up-"

"We can dance tomorrow. I promise."

"Aye, I'm tryin' to tell 'im, but this man is too much of a hardhead." Sirius side-hugged him a bit thighter, placing a couple of kisses upon his lover's face. "He might as well be a weremule, not a werewolf."

"I'd bite him if I was ye, Micha" Jeremy told him, helpful as always, touching noses with both men. "Ye'll be goin' straight to bed after we finish here."

"Y'all act like I'm a child" Michael joked, laughing a bit, even though it hurt. He loved being pampered by his boys and, he wouldn't even lie - being so kindly treated was all he needed after so many years of being an outcast because of his illness. He could only smile; his husbands would do anything to make him confortable. That was more than enough.

He took a deep breath, using both of them to get on his feet, ready to light the candle of that lantern and let it fly free.

Hydra stood by them, fidgeting nervously with her hands. She knew the others were practically waiting for her to do it first, exchanging some nice words between themselves as they waited.

Sirius grabbed her hand before she ended up clawing it off. "Ye can take yer time, Ibis."

"I believe I already took too long."

Hydra trembled as she picked her lantern up, Maria's gift. She wondered if the woman had the holiday she wanted, with her family. I got the one I needed, she thought.

Hydra and Sirius held the lantern together, as she lighted a small spark of fire in her finger tip and, counting down from ten to calm herself, lighting the candle.

The flame immediately caught up and the heat started to work, just as a fire balloon. She stared at it for a moment.

"What do you wish for, Ibis?" Sirius casually asked, seeing as she was hesitating.

"I... don't know." She admited, a bit confused. "What do you wish for?"

"Love, mostly. Health, especially for Micah. Treasure." Sirius smiled, cooking up a joke. She was ready to throw him overboard. "And I also wish we're not hanged next year, aye? Me neck won't look as pretty in a noose, I'll tell ye that much."

"Hah, that s something I can agree with." She laughed, then shook her head. "I wish for a better life from here on. A tame sea, for being safe and stay together."

"That is a good one, Ibis."

She felt ready to let the lantern, go floating away, along with many others.

Whisper and wishes throw to the night.

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It felt just right.

"Hey, Pangey, lil' sad ur boyfriend didn't make it?" Enoch teased, a smile on his lips as he saw her face go through every possible emotion before recomposing herself and glaring back at him.

"At least I have one, ye scabby sea bass" she snapped back, absolutely done. The glass she had in hands could just as well simply break with the strenght she was holding it. Enoch was amused. He loved every bit of the bickering.

"Wha'? Are ye bitter yer lil' toy ain't here? Pro'lly smooching a german gal over there, ain't he?"

Her eyes flickered for a moment to Emma, standing right behind the boy with the widest, most full of content smile she could have, while pressing her hands against each other. They were steaming hot, the warmth making the air tremble.

Pangea thought for a moment about using her glass of beer to stab him to death. Would that really be bad? She could deal with the curse of killing his kind later. Right know, she just wanted to shut his mouth and never hear that voice again.

A spark was born between her fingers and she let it grow more just a bit, enough to mold into a little ball of fire. She waited for Pangey's reaction, and the doctor only gave her a slight smile that confused the fuck out of Enoch. Why was she smiling? Wasn't she angry?

The ship's chatter died down as soon as he let out the loudest scream he could, turning on his heels to try and stomp the flames out. The long cape Enoch wore, red with some flowery embroidery found itself getting caught up on his feet and Enoch started loosing balance, trying the hardest he could to get back on his feet, to no avail.

Then he felt something hot, giving off the smell of burnt fur. That made him notice that Pang wasn't smiling because she wasn't angry.

It was because his tail was on fire.

He felt something trip him, having only a second to see the nothingness of Millard - only clothes and a drink seemingly floating. Fuck.

Enoch braced himself for impact as he fell over board and hit the icy water, a shock running through all of his body before he could come back up for air, grasping at nothing, trying to grab a hand to help him back up.

For a second, there was plain silence - and then, the ship exploded in laughter as the crew ran up to see his freezing face floating. At least the fire was out.

"OH, GODS, HE TRIPPED ON MY FOOT!" Millard said, bending over in pain because of all the laughing. Being invisible was good every once in a while.

"FUCKIN' DESERVED IT!" Pangey added, teary eyed as she found herself leaning against Emma, who looked extremely proud.

Athena, who was just laughing along, pushed up and opened wide her wings to glide down to where Enoch awaited rescue. She grabbed him, before flapping the wings with such force they made waves with the wind.

When the boy was back on ship, with some towels over his body and a very distressed look on his face, the crew resumed their laughs; maybe if they acted like nothing happened, it would erase the fact that everyone was out of breath.

Enoch was pissed.

"How much do I owe you?" Asked Seamus, as he and Dean walked over to Pangey and Emma, holding hands, looking proud of Sam's idea.

He glared down Emma as if to say 'I'll kill you', but she couldn't care less. He had to learn something from that, right?

"UGHHH, GET OFF ME!" He screamed, as Pax's tongues wandered off to lick the salt of his fur.

The beast looked surprised, wagging it's tail before engulfing the boy with his tongues once more, practically lifting Enoch off the ground. Put me down, you stupid thing! Get off of me!

Pax huffed, then sneezed a disgusting black-ish slob upon his owner before letting him fall on the floor.

Boy down. Pax obeys. He answered, trying to force his rotten brain to utter the words before going back to licking him.

Emma extended her hand. "15 bucks."

"Hey, we had agreed on 10!"

"Well, it's compensation for the plan going so much better than expected." The redhaired smiled again, a twinkle on her orange eyes as Sam pulled out the money, with a defeated sigh. "Oh, well, thank you, sir. 'Twas a pleasure workin' under your command."

The trio waited until she was out of ear shot before talking again. Seamus leaned against the railing of the ship, side eyeing Pangey. "I believe you owe me a thanks, a'ight?"

"I should've known it was your idea" she giggled. "It was you who asked Millard to stay there too?"

"Nah, that was an accident. To be fair, Enoch should learn to see invisible people, dont'ya think?" Seamus gave her a nudge in the arm, before laughing. "That'll teach 'im."

"That was fucking awesome" Pang shook her head, containing the laughter that wanted to get out.

"Ay, I promised ya, didn't I?"

#pretz oc #🥨🪶#HELLYEAH HERES IT IS. THE LAST BIT #not what I wanted but eyyyyy i'm happy anyway

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truly-morgan · 8 months

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[Reigen has a terminal illness and hides it]

Reigen Arataka | Mob Psycho 100 06-04-2023

Having some Reigen angst morning thoughts:

Him being diagnosed with an illness that will be the death of him and he has at best only a handful of years left.

Yet he doesn't tell anyone, doesn't want to worry and burden anyone.

Like, maybe he had been struggling a bit nore already in the past months, but always brushed it off because it came and went. Although he's half forced to go by his employees when they botice he doesn't seem too good.

Then he get the result about his terminal illness.

And of course, he doesnt tell anyone.

Not his family, not that he'd know how to tell them to be quite honest. It seems like a lot of trouble to deal with.

He doesn't tell Serizawa, he doesn't need to worry about his boss when he's already focused on his night class.

Plus he doesnt quite trust the man wouldn't accidentally spill the bean.

He doesn't tell Tome, she's already occupied enough with her first semester and year of college, she doesnt need to worry about him.

He doesn't tell Ekubo, because he feels like the spirit would likely tell Mob.

And of course, he doesnt tell Mob. His little student is in his last yeard of high school, he should focuse on having fun, his finals and college application.

Something in Reigen hopes Mob will go to a college away from Seasojing City (contrary to Tome) so he can more easily hide it from him. He knows Mob would worry about him and would likely try helping him more, and he refuse to take away parts of Mob precious teenage Years because he's sick.

So instead he hides it from everyone. He doesn't need the people he cherish to worry over him, to feel sad or awkward around him because of it.

He wants to only leave good memories behind.

And at first it easy enough to hide.

If he's getting tired more easily, he just brushes it off as him getting old (even though he barely entered his 30's). And sometimes simply says he just stayed up too late the previous night.

But then sickness days comes more regularly and that is a bit hard to hide properly, making him look awfull. And there's only so many excuse he can give for that.

He still tries to reassure everyone, but even Reigen doesn't find his bullshiting convincing.

And he goes months not telling anyone, the uncertainty and awkwardness still settling in the office despite his attempt being the opposite of that.

and with time he also grows weaker, and thinner from his lack of appetite and his medication not helping that.

And everyone tries acting as if they were seeing nothing.

Until Mob simply snaps.

He snaps because Reigen lost consciousness as they were fighting against a spirit and nearly got himself gravely injured.

Snap because he now has months of frustration and worries piling up and he NEEDS to know what the fuck is happening with shisho.

and maybe he grows really quiet when Reigen finally admits it.

and then Mob looks mad. mad and sad "Did shisho ever plan to tell me? Did you think I would rather one day stop having you reply to me while I am away only to learn from someone else you died?

"Did you think I would be happier not knowing you are in pain, that I would be happier to not make proper goodbye if I can?"

emotional talk and angst, everyone around Reigen end up finding out too and they all do try to help him out as best they can, but also try to not overwhelm him with all this attention.

Maybe Mob decides to take a little break before going to college, so he can stay with Reigen and help him. Maybe Reigen feels guilty about it, because he didn't want this to happen.

But really, there's nothing that would change Mob's mind once he decided on something.

Also maybe havinghis precious Mob by his side in his last moment wouldn't be so bad...

(I just realised this was angst with a bit of comfort at the end lol, always need a little bit of comfort at least)

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#tweet archive #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #reigen arataka #shigeo kageyama #terminal illness #character dying #mob gets angry #reigen feel like a burden #he just needs a hug and love #hurt/comfort

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lunamadhatter99 · 2 years

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The Lady and the Lord

Part 10

Hello hello! There you go. Part 10🥰

Thank you!!!!

Hope you'll like it!

Chapter summary: time to deal with the damages Vecna's done.

Chapter warning: ⚠️ season 4 spoilers ⚠️ slight mention of rape, Andy, lots of cuteness 🤷🏻‍♀️

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