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slxshrfvcker · 1 year

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~𓆦Caught Like A Fly𓆦~

Request by @ashllleyyy !

~ “I had an idea for Billy and Stu x fem reader. Billy and Stu got away with their plan, and now they have daughters who are friends with the reader. Reader is in her 20s and dads are in their 40s. Billy and Stu live together but there is nothing romantic between the boys. One day reader came for a sleepover at her friends house (aka Billy and Stu's house), and Billy and Stu’s daughters went to supermarket to buy something and reader was alone with the dads there. So she was snooping around and heard Billy and Stu talking about there next victim and they caught her snooping. There would be also smut part where they found her and can you add aftercare at the end??” ~

I love this idea sm, I really hope this is what you are hoping for!!! 🫶🏽🫶🏽

Content Warnings: Age Gaps, Fem!Reader, AU!Scream, toxic friendships implied, Scream’s usual themes w/murder and violence, SMUT //oral fem & male receiving, teasing, sub/dom dynamics, f/m/m pairing, sir & daddy kink, light choking, clothed sexual activity (dry humping & clothed orgasms), p in v sex, aftercare// lmk if there’s more!

Listen to: Caught Like A Fly by Falling In Reverse!

NSFW // 18+ CONTENT UNDER THE CUT

24 years ago, Billy and Stu would have no clue they’d make it this far in their lives. Here in this town still even after all they’ve accomplished in their still short lives.

Billy moved out of his dad’s house after graduation and spent his college savings on his very own house, a little bit smaller than what he was originally living in with his dad, but it was still his home nonetheless. He had gotten a stable enough job to keep him upright, and went on by his day-to-day life, seeing Stu often too was another thing he enjoyed about his life situation. And then Stu’s parents kicked him out after his 18th, leaving Billy’s best friend on the streets with nowhere to live; until Billy offered for him to move in with him too. Billy and Stu were happily sharing the house together now, having their movie nights almost every night and having the most fun they’ve ever had.

Eventually the news that Billy was a father came back to him. At first it was a shock, confusion and doubt about it was all he could think about. But when that little girl was left on his doorstep, a note addressed to him and the mother nowhere to be seen every again, Billy vowed to his young, naive 19 year old self and his daughter that he would never leave her and do the best he could for her, promising he would be a better father to her than his own dad ever could be to him.

Stu, seeing how well Billy was as a father so far and the interactions between the two caused him to have the worst baby fever in existence, risking everything by running around and sleeping with multiple women in hopes of ‘accidentally’ knocking one up so he too could have this experience of fatherhood. And he got just what he so desperately craved, but double the trouble. Stu was blessed with twin girls, and he couldn’t have been more elated to take them under his wing and raise them himself (though Billy helped out a lot too, since his daughter Sam was already two years old at this point in time).

For about 22 years, Billy and Stu (who are now both 45 and 46 years of age) raised their girls, protecting them from the world of harm and their past (best they could), the girls still lived with their dads (via guilt-tripping or the sorts from Billy and Stu telling them ‘your dear old dads would be so lonely without you, are you sure you want to leave us??’ And the likes) and were currently enrolled in a local college where they met Y/N.

Y/N was young and naive, yet shy around everyone else besides the three daughters of Billy and Stu. She often went over to the girls’ house for movie nights, sleepovers and just whatever they wanted to do. She grew accustomed to the two dads always hanging about suspiciously, eyeing her in a stalker-ish way before the two went to talk in the office about ‘work’.

And tonight was no different. Y/N could feel their burning gaze on her as she hung out with the three girls, laughing away at the dumbest of things before the twins stood up and went to go get something from the kitchen. The older twin sister groaning loudly and leaving her sister in the kitchen as she looked at Sam with a cross of her arms. “We’re out of popcorn and soda.” She said. “Me and Jessie are going to go get some more if you wanna come Sam? Y/N, can you stay here in case our dads need something or we need to text you for something?” The twin asked.

Sam nodded and stood up as the other girl came out of the kitchen with her keys and bag. “Yeah yeah, let’s go. Y/N we’ll be back asap!” She said as she and the twins waved goodbye before they walked out of the front door and to their car, soon they were gone. Y/N sighed and looked around the place before standing up and walking about the house for a few minutes, glancing around and grazing her fingers along some photos and random things.

She was walking past the office when she heard some faint talking from behind the door, curious she leaned her head against the door and listened in on the dads’ conversation. She only caught a few things through the muffle of the door, ‘victim’ ‘murder’ and ‘plan’ being some of the few words she could process. Her eyes fluttered wider as soon as it stopped and she heard footsteps get closer to the door, she pulled her head back as quick as she could before the door swung open, and Billy stood there with a questioning gaze on his face.

“Were you listening in on us?” Billy asked, eyeing her suspiciously as she looked up at him like a deer caught in headlights. “I… I uh, no I just,” she couldn’t get her words out and she mentally smacked herself for it. “Mhm, sure… how much of it did you hear?” He questioned as he moved closer to her, enough to get her to back up against the wall in a bit of fear. “N-not much,” she squeaked out, gazing up at the tall man with widened eyes. Stu made his way over as well, standing beside Billy, but not as close to her.

“You know we don’t really like when people snoop around our house, especially someone we trust so much.” Billy pointed out, gazing down at her with his piercing brown eyes. “So that means we have to punish you for this,” he added, leaning closer to her, close enough where his chest was pressing against hers, lips close to her ear. “And I have a feeling you won’t like how,” he whispered huskily in her ear, causing her to swallow and press her thighs together. “‘M sorry, Sir… I didn’t mean to upset you two…” she whimpered out in fear.

The fear in her whimpers only heightened the feeling of blood rushing to Billy’s cock, he let out a breathy chuckle as he pulled back enough to note the fear in her eyes, smirking and biting his lower lip. “Jesus,” he rasped, looking at Stu for a second as if to gauge his reaction to Y/N as well. “You hear her? She sounds like a fuckin’ mess,” Billy said, his hands moving and finding their way to her arms. “Cmere baby girl, let us show you what happens to those who snoop around our shit,” Billy grinned as he pulled her into the office with Stu following behind.

Stu closed and locked the door behind him, standing by it as Billy pushed the young girl to sit down on the desk, his body closing in on hers as he gazed down at her in such a sultry way. His hands closed around her thighs and he yanked them open while dragging her closer to him, his groin pressing against hers, bulge prominently pressing to her clothed heat. She let out a soft gasp in surprise at the feeling of his hard-on, looking up at him with widened eyes. “Mr. Loomis… w-what…” she was cut off by Billy tutting at her. “Ah ah ah, it’s Sir from here on out, got it, princess?”

She nodded as she shyly looked away, which only caused her to get her head turned to look at him again. Billy gazed down at her, eyes flicking to her lips before he leaned down and pressed his own lips to them, enjoying the feeling of her soft warm lips against his. His hands grasped her hips, pulling them closer as his own grinned against hers, pulling a small pathetic whimper to leave her. Billy pulled back, a cocky smirk on his lips as he pressed his lips to her pulse point, biting down harshly and marking her before soothing the bite with his tongue. She was a whimpering mess at this point, gazing over at Stu while Billy’s face was pressed into her neck, his hips grinding slowly against hers.

Stu was smirking, his hand palming himself through his trousers as he watched Billy have his way with her. Billy pulled his head back and smirked at her again, sitting down in a chair while dragging her with him, settling her down onto his thigh. Billy started guiding her hips along his thigh, forcing her to grind herself down on him. She let out soft mewls and moans as she worked herself on the older man’s thigh. “Mmm!” She whined out as he bit down onto her throat again, marking her some more before he pulled away and brought his veiny hand up to her throat, pressing his index and thumb to her pulse points to restrict a little blood flow to her thrumming head.

Her hands went up and grasped his arm, moaning and gasping for air as she worked her hips faster, clit brushing her own jeans that shifted with each roll of her hips against his own jeans. She was losing her vision until Billy took notice and let go, she moaned as he let his grip up, feeling her body crash with the feeling of euphoria as her orgasm flooded into her, she squeaked out, eyes rolling back as she fell forwards onto Billy’s chest as her pussy fluttered around nothing. She whimpered weakly and moaned, rolling her hips slowly a few more times as her thighs trembled and closed around his own.

Billy shh’d her, his hands rubbing the globes of her as as he praised her quietly for the orgasm she brought herself to. “Good girl, you’re doing so fuckin’ good for daddies.” He praised, his hands caressing her sides now as he gently lifted her up off his thigh and back onto the desk. She whined out, wanting to go back to him but he simply shushed her again and lifted her shirt from her form, tossing it to the side. He licked his lips as his eyes raked over her naked top half, eyes focusing on her bust. He reached behind her and unhooked her bra, sliding it off her and putting it to the side with her shirt.

Stu watched this while still palming himself, slowly approaching them as he did so. “My turn.” Stu grinned, as he replaced Billy’s body with his in between her parted thighs. Stu pressed his lips to Y/N’s spit slicked ones, delving his tongue into her mouth as he licked around her teeth and tongue, battling with her for dominance. His hands grasped the buttoning of her jeans, undoing them swiftly and dragging the zipper down. He pulled her jeans off, and pushed them to the floor, before pushing her panties to the side. Stu ran his finger through her folds, groaning as he felt how absolutely soaked she was from her past orgasm and arousal. “Fuck, Billy she’s god damn soaked.” Stu pointed out as he dipped his middle finger into her heat, listening to the way her breathing picked up.

Billy watched as he undid his own jeans, pulling them off of himself and putting them to the side, sitting down in his chair and lazily stroking his length. “Fuckin’ hell Stu, she’s so fuckin’ hot, huh?” He gritted out, hand working himself a bit faster. Stu grinned and nodded as he added a second finger into her tight cunt, curling them in search for her g-spot. The way her breath hitched and she clenched on his digits signaled to him he found it. He chuckled as he started abusing the spot while the heel of his hand brushed her clit, working her up to her second orgasm of the night.

Stu continued his assault on her pussy as Billy watched, hand jerking faster as he watched it go down. “F…fuck, Stu you better hurry the fuck up and make her cum already so I can fuck her tight little cunt and fill her up myself.” Billy rasped out, as Stu cackled a bit and finger fucked her faster. She was trembling and whining before the orgasm hit her harder than the first, she cried out Stu’s name and slouched against him, her hands clasping onto his arms. “Mmmm, s…stop, s’too much,” she slurred, before feeling Stu pull his fingers out. “Good girl,” Stu purred, leaning back from her as he brought his hand up to his lips and cleaned them off with his tongue. He groaned out at the taste, “fucking hell, tastes as good as I thought she would.” Stu said as he stepped back a bit to let Billy step in now too.

Stu was quickly discarding his clothing now too, as he watched Billy slowly jerk himself right in front of her. “Lay down baby girl,” Billy commanded, brushing things off his desk to the floor, not caring what broke and what didn’t. He made her lay on her back as he grasped her thighs and parted them for her as much as she could, spitting in one of his hands and bringing it down to take a hold of his cock, lathering the spit all over his thick length before he grasped the base and brushed it through her folds and against her clit. He pulled back to fully remove her panties before he quickly started pushing himself into her, the tip of his cock breaching her entrance and eliciting a moan from her.

Billy groaned out, his hips continually moving forward until he was fully sheathed into her dripping, tight fluttering cunt. His breathing picked up as he pulled out a bit and slammed brutally back into her, and doing it all over again. Stu watched Billy fuck her in a slow yet hard rhythm, his hand going to his own dick as he jerked himself off slowly in time with Billy’s thrusts. Billy started to pick up the pace eventually, her whines spurring him on as he thrust into her at a bruising speed and hardness. He grinned as he felt her little hands wrap around his wrist and bring his hand up to her throat, her silently begging him to wrap it around her delicate flesh. “Fu…fuck,” Billy managed as he put pressure on her pulse points with his fingers, his hips snapping against hers harshly. Stu let out soft noises as he fucked his own hand, watching them. “Fuck, Billy when can I…?” Stu rasped out, aching to feel her cunt around him too.

Billy grunted, ignoring Stu as his free hand went from her hip to her clit, pinching it before flicking at it, then his thumb started brushing it in tight fast circles in time with his hips movements. “She’s fuckin’ squeezing me like a god damned vice,” Billy croaked out, listening to her breaths get more labored and squeaky. He let his grip on her throat up and replaced it with his lips, the hand that was once on her throat tweaking and twisting her nipples. “Cum for me princess, I know you’re almost there,” Billy coaxed, his fingers going back to their pinching and flicking movements before the rubbing again.

Y/N let out the most pornographic moan she could ever believe herself to manage, pussy contracting and squeezing Billy’s cock, causing him to tumble over the edge into pure bliss as well and milking him of all he had. She arched up against him and whined as she felt his hot ropes of cum shoot past her cervix and into her womb, filling her up with his seed as his hips slowly started to stop their rhythm, stilling deep inside her as his breathing was heavy and quick against her shoulder. “F..fuck,” was all Billy could manage, slowly slipping his softening cock out of her. The two failed to notice Stu making his way closer, until Billy felt Stu’s hands grasp onto him and push him out of the way for his turn to fuck his cum into her. Billy licked his lips and stepped back for Stu, watching them from the chair again.

Stu was quick to push his dick into her; though a bit smaller than Billy’s it still felt wonderful. She moaned out pathetically, her hands grasping onto Stu’s shoulders as he started to fuck into her at a harsh and fast pace from the get-go. She was reduced to a drooling and whimpering mess as Stu fucked into her at fervent speed, chasing his own high now. His hands were resting on her hips moved to her clit and roughly rubbed against it, causing her to immediately fall into another orgasm. She basically screamed out, pussy fluttering more now as she felt an odd feeling fill her veins. “Ah! S…stop! Something’s w…wrong I feel like I’m gonna…!” She couldn’t do anything about it but let go, an extra wet feeling flooding from her pussy and coating her ass and thighs, as well as Stu’s thighs and hips. Her face burned red as she thought she pissed herself, but when Stu let out a choked groan and came deep in her as well, he pointing something out. “Fuck! She just fucking squirted, Billy!” Stu said as he pulled his length from her, watching as all three of their arousals and juices flowed from her still-contracting cunt.

Billy grinned widely as he stood up and made his way over to both of them after he had dressed himself, moving to kiss Y/N deeply. “Jesus, if I knew you were a squirter then I would’ve fucked you sooner,” Billy said with a cocky grin on his lips. He looked at Stu and nodded at him as soon as he noticed how sleepy Y/N was getting. “Oh, princess…” Billy cooed, pulling her into his arms. He carried her to the bathroom across the hall as Stu got dressed again and went to go get some water and crackers for her to hydrate herself and eat a snack for energy. Billy set her down on the toilet, silently asking her to use it as he got the bath started. Billy made sure the water wasn’t too hot and poured some bubbles in for her, before picking her up once she was done and gently put her into the water. Stu made his way to the bathroom and smiled softly at them, kneeling next to Billy and giving her the glass of water and a couple crackers.

They made sure she ate and drank enough water before they helped her wash her body and hair, helping her out and drying her off. Billy carried her to his bedroom and laid her down on his bed, pulling the blankets over her. “I’ll get you a change of clothes for when you wake up,” Billy said as he moved to press a soft comforting kiss to the top of her head. Stu smiled softly and went to leave with Billy but they both stopped when she whined out. “Don’t go…” Y/N whined softly. Billy and Stu exchanged glances before they turned back around and got in beside her. Billy wrapped his arms around her and pressed another kiss to her head, rubbing comforting circles on her bare back. “You did so well baby,” Billy praised, and Stu smiled, humming in agreement as Stu’s hand gently rested on her hip. “We’re here now so you can sleep, okay princess?” Stu mumbled lovingly, exchanging another look with Billy as she fell asleep in their arms.

It wasn’t long after before the twins and Sam got back, calling out for Y/N and their dads as they set the snacks and groceries on the kitchen counter, going around and looking for them. Sam gasped as she opened her dad’s door to see her dad, Stu and Y/N all cuddled up and asleep together in the bed. “Oh my god,” she whispered in shock before closing the door and spinning around to go back downstairs and tell the twins what she had just saw, they were so going to confront the three of them later on…

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radiocrypt-id · 1 year

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Elody is tragic, I think, in a way that feels very close to home?

She's a woman that met someone interesting and strange and became friends with him, happy to have a friend around, since her parents are too sick to be in her life all the time. She was a little girl forced to grow up so fast, to take every type of class and feel the weight of her station on her shoulders every day, growing closer to the time she has to step up and take over, desperate to be deserving of the title. Desperate to do her parents proud.

And she's got this friend now, this sweet, gross little frog that talks and says he's a prince. His story is a strange and sad one, one she maybe can't fully understand but offers what support and sympathy she can. If she even believes him, I'm not sure she really does. And he's funny. He makes her laugh, reminds her of the fun of the world, encourages her to take care of herself and enjoy things as often as possible, reminds her to be young and happy and live freely. And she needs that. She needs someone to look her in the eyes and tell her it's okay to be a kid. It's okay to play with her ball in the woods and it's okay to sing and dance and get dressed up and do the fun parts of being a princess. He brings her joy that she hasn't had in a long time. She loves that about him, how fun and silly and clumsy he is, it's charming. She falls in love with that silly frog.

But then Snowhold comes. They have no allies, their armies are failing, their people are dying and she's up all night going over maps and strategy at a table of advisors and generals and is so stressed and trying so hard. But her silly frog is still a silly frog. He thinks about balls and good food and safe castle walls. He tells her to relax, enjoy a meal, gossip about the nobles, have fun. He hasn't changed. But she's being forced to change. Now that silly levity isn't charming and fun, it's frustrating. She doesn't have time for games and can't see how hard he's trying to make her smile. She needs a Prince, a man to stand beside her at the war table and talk tactics and look for ways to save their home and people. She needs a fighter, a hero. But Gerrard has never been a hero, he's a frog. Elody was the hero. She saved him. And she's so exhausted by being the hero. She's always taking care of someone else. She just wants to be taken care of. She just wants help. It's hard to love someone the same way in times of trouble. It's hard to find the space in all the stress and work to love Gerrard the way she did when they met.

Elody does still love him though. She does. It's a painful sort of love, in believing that he's never going to change and be what she needs him to be, in that she's always going to be the hero for him. But she loves him. She carries a shield with a lillypad on it, she wields a mace with the golden ball as part of it, she's actively carrying him with her. She's thinking of her silly little frog and hoping he's safe, where ever he's gone to hide and when it's all over, when she's saved everyone and made everything better, she'll go find him again. And then she can take him to a ball, like he wanted. She wishes he was different, but doesn't think he'll change.

Imagine what she'll find, when they meet again? Her silly little frog is still silly and clumsy and thinking about her constantly, but he's a hero now. He fought and died with his friends. He's twice upon a time. He's been Outside, in The Lines Between. He's a fighter now, he's brave, he's friends with death itself. He's a commander, great at group tactics, vital to their group. And he's got a couple kids around him, that he's exhausted by but loves in some way. He scolds them and encourages them and he's kind of a dad? And he's been looking for her, not hiding. He's been trying to find her since he left, regretting leaving her behind but really not sure how he would have helped. And he loves her, god he loves her. Even as he turns into a frog from her falling out of love with him, Gerrard loves Elody. He loves her enough to be brave, to learn the things he never got a chance to learn before, to take care of others.

Elody is so loved, and she has no idea. She loves him enough to take care of everything by herself, holding onto what parts of him she has space for during this horrible time. But Gerrard loves her enough to die trying to find her.

She has to be his hero, she never had a choice in that, but unlike most cases in life, he's trying to be her hero too, and she has no idea.

#neverafter gerard #neverafter #d20 neverafter #pinocchio neverafter #dimension 20 #elody of greenleigh #princess elody #neverafter elody #gerard

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gay-dorito-dust · 1 year

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Hiya, you think you could do a jealous! Enid x reader story where the reader is getting attention from another person and Enid is…less than for that. To make a long story short, the reader isn’t getting Enid’s hints so she has to say it straight to their face?

Enid wouldn’t admit to jealously but she didn’t have to because everyone at Nevermore could see it, clear as day upon her usually preppy face. The reason? The new transfer student, a fae named Charlie, had been hogging your attention the second they stepped foot in Nevermore. Whenever you went, Charlie went even when you didn’t share the same classes; Charlie would still follow you like a lost puppy dog. Desperately clinging onto the claim that they were still getting use to Nevermore’s layout or that they ‘forgot’ where a specific classroom was. So when someone offered up their help, Charlie would merely brush it off before going on to say that your help was the only help that they wanted.

At first Enid understood that it was your task to help give Charlie the rundown of the school grounds, the dos and don’ts, the cliques, the extracurriculars and so on. She had the same responsibilities placed on her when Wednesday first arrived to Nevermore and she was thankful for how respectful you were at that time. However what she doesn’t understand was that even after getting accommodated to everything, Charlie seemed to hang on to your side even more then before; Stealing you away from her before she could even utter a word to you and going so far as to shoot her a smug look when the fae dragged you far enough from your friends. This has became so routine that Enid felt it was time to call in for some reinforcements.

“What’s this about Enid.” Wednesday asked straightforwardly as she, Thing, Enid herself and Xavier were scattered about the dorm room in a rather messy formation. Enid heaved a heavy sigh, “y/n has been stolen-“ “y/n has been stolen!? Enid, how come you haven’t told principle Weems about this, they could be anywhere by now. Dead even!” Xavier exclaimed as he stood up from his chair and was about to storm to the door when Wednesday ordered Thing to stop him before he did anything unnecessarily dramatic. “Y/n isn’t really stolen. Enid is just jealous that Charlie keeps taking y/n away from us and when I mean us specifically, I mean her.”

Xavier’s eyes softened as he looked at Enid who was sat at her desk, moping over a framed photo she kept of the two of you after official becoming friends. Her fingers trailed across your smile and the creases they left across your skin before stopping to boop your nose. The poor girl wore her emotions so openly it was a wonder how you haven’t caught onto how badly Enid clings to your arm as you walk down the hallway to class, how she would always save you a seat during lunch and share with you anything remotely good that was up for grabs; Nor how she laughs at everything you said -funny or not- but most of all you didn’t seem to notice the sparkle in her eyes that Enid would get when you enter the room as though you had life and light behind you.

Everyone could tell Enid liked you but it was the hard task of making you see that her actions were based more then kindness and friendship like you’ve let yourself believe. Thing would on the verge of screaming, Wednesday looked as though she was contemplating murder, Enid was the literal definition of a lost puppy and Xavier himself felt like a disappointed dad at your nativity towards her advances. “I’ve heard of Charlie, seen them around a couple of times but even I can tell their bad news and I don’t want y/n getting dragged in that.” Xavier said as his eyes darken in protectiveness. You were his friend first and foremost and he wasn’t about to let some fae get away with any devious dark shit that they might have up their sleeve.

“None of us do. So how about we devise a plan to keep Charlie at bay whilst you grab y/n, taken them somewhere secluded like my art studio for instance and confess your feelings?” Enid perked her head up at this and looked at Xavier with a hopeful expression. “You think it could work? You think I could get my y/n back from the evil clutches of that…that bitch.” Xavier shrugs, “it’s worth a shot, I’m game if you are,” he turns to Wednesday and Thing, “Wednesday? Thing? You guys in?” Thing scurried to a marker pen on the desk and used it to draw two thick horizontal lines across his skin on either side before tossing away the marker.

Wednesday looked up from Thing to address Xavier with a blank stare, “Thing and I are in but we’ll mostly be your eyes in the skies for this operation. As much as I hate to say this but y/n is my,” she swallowed thickly, “friend too and Charlie shall pay the price for taking what doesn’t belong to them.” Enid practically felt giddy at her friends willingness to help her get you back that she couldn’t conceal the squeal that left her lips as she hugged Xavier so tight, the poor boy swore he was loosing oxygen.

“Awww, Thank you guys! Thank you guys so much for helping me out! I love you all so much, you have no idea how much this means to me!” Xavier was practically tapping out at this point at how insanely strong Enid was before reminding himself that she was a werewolf. Just a werewolf unable to transform; Still the immense strength that a werewolf possesses was no joke. “Just glad to be part of the team.” He croaked, feeling about ready to pass out.

The day of the operation had finally came to ahead and everyone was firmly in position from were Thing had texted them to be on Wednesday command, seeing as she still refused to become a mindless, chronically online footstool of social media and the internet. Enid was riddled with nervousness and her mind was plagued with doubts. What if you didn’t like her? what if Charlie had manipulated you against her and your friends by spreading false rhetoric? You surely couldn’t believe them, could you? Xavier, who was stood nearby, saw her uncertainty and crossed over to comfort her with a hand on her shoulder.

“Hey, it’s all going to be okay Enid. This plan will work and you’ll have y/n by the end of the day.” Enid looked at Xavier, her fingers were pulling at the loose thread of her cotton candy coloured sweater out of habit. “How can you be so certain that this won’t blow up in our faces?” She said upsettingly, fearing the worst that was yet to come from all this should their plan prove fruitless. Xavier smiles sympathetically at the werewolf, “I just know that y/n ain’t the type to submit to the whims of a siren song without a fight. I believe that y/n knows us better then to believe someone else’s lies, they’re more then aware of how we are,” he grasped her shoulder in reassurance, “how you are and they wouldn’t want you any other way. As cliche as it maybe but you just gotta believe.”

Enid smiled mid-way through Xavier’s speech, remembering all the trouble you, herself and Wednesday always seem to get into on an daily basis. However you never seemed to waver under it all, rather yet you chose to stand strong alongside her to embrace it all. She remembered asking how you haven’t left them yet and you shot her a bright smile that could put the stars to shame that night. Enid remembered your response and clung to it tightly as her resolve. You were loyal, compassionate, strong and free spirited. She’d be damned that she let that go now after everything you’ve gone through together.

“You’re right,” Enid says, “I just gotta believe and see this through and emerge victorious.” Xavier beamed with pride but just before he could say anything, his eyes darted elsewhere and naturally, Enid followed his line of sight before they stopped short on you but no Charlie in sight. Xavier looked back at Enid to see that she was already looking at you with longing and decided that now was the time to act. So he gently shoved her into your arms, causing you both to fumble for stability before taking notice of how close you were to the one another. Enid was at a loss for words as she couldn’t help but take a really good look at you and your beauty, so much so that it left her breathless.

“Hi Enid, I’m sorry for not spending as much time with you anymore I-“ “I like you.” You both fell silent at the abrupt confession but due to how in line with Enid’s personality it was, you couldn’t help but laugh heartily, leaning against her shoulder for support. “I like you too Enid, every time I was with Charlie, you were always on my mind.” You said as you pulled away to cup her face in your hands as her hands immediately come up to rest on top of yours. She smiled brightly as her eyes shone like stars that you always found yourself getting lost within. “Really?” She asked, “you really think of me when your with…them?”

“Of course I do, you’re my best friend!” Xavier, Wednesday and Thing -if possible- facepalmed at your words, groaning in disbelief as Enid’s smile faded off of her lips, pulling away from you slightly. “No… I don’t think you understand that when I said I like you y/n, I meant it in a romantically.” You blinked once, twice, three times before leaning towards Enid to press a kiss to her cheek. “I totally knew that.” You chirped but Enid only laughed as she rested her head against your shoulder. “No you didn’t,” she chuckled. “You’re right I didn’t but I’m glad we cleared that up or this would’ve been very awkward.” You said, holding the girl tightly in your arm as hers came to your waist. “Yeah, mega awkward.”

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strawb3rrystar · 4 months

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Hii, I have a really sad angst idea for sejanus plinth if you're open to hearing it! It's a platonic fic if you're okay with writing those. My idea is basically sejanus is the mentor for the female tribute of district two right? Except she's just a little kid, maybe even younger than wovey. Over time he sees her more and more as a little sister figure and is desperately trying to find a way to protect her. Despite her age she's quite emotionally intelligent and (as much as a child can) understands that she won't survive. She's still happy (again as happy as she can be) and tells sejanus not to worry about her. Before she enters the arena sejanus makes her promise to hide till it's all over. Well she breaks that promise to save another tribute ( maybe wovey or Lucy gray someone who she's friends with). My vision is someone sneaking up on her friend and she throws a rock to distract them so her friend can get away. she avoids other tributes but eventually gets taken out by the snakes. Her last words are apologizing to sejanus for breaking their promise. I personally think he'd be so upset he'd puke. If you choose to write this thank you! I'm way to nervous to write my own fics lol

Broken promises.

Pairing: Sejanus Plinth + Fem! District 2 tribute! Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: Major character death, Mention Sejanus feeling nauseous

Word count: 1,250

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Sejanus' heart broke when he heard that he would be mentoring a girl from District 2. It broke even more when he saw you were just a little kid. He felt sick to his somatch, his head pounded as he tried to eat something from the large array of food that the academy hand set out.

That night, he couldn't sleep. The image of you on screen flashed through his head. The way your hands trembled as you stood next to the male tribute.

He wanted to cry once he saw you sitting in the monkey cage like the others. Your eyes nervously dart around as if you would be killed any second. He softly called out your name, and your head shot up. Sejanus stuck his hand through the bars to offer you the sandwich he had brought with him.

You walk towards him cautiously, not holding any resentment in your eyes, but also not trusting him either. You mumble a small thanks and took a bite of what, to you, was the best thing you tasted all week. Sejanus tried his best to smile, but he couldn't hold it for long.

"I'm sorry..." He says quietly, leaning his head against the bars. "Why? It's not your fault."

The way you carried yourself despite the situation surprised him. But then he realized you probably had a hard life in 2. "You don't deserve this. None of you do."

Sejanus looks over at the other tributes. He hoped that in the back of everyone's mind, they would know that these people aren't animals. They're just children. You smile to yourself and take another bite.

"I'm glad you're different. These other people keep throwing nuts and stuff at us." You muttered. Sejanus softly chuckles as you roll your eyes. He goes on to introduce and tell you a little bit about himself. You do the same, describing your family and your friends at school.

When it came time for the mentor-tribute interview, you filled out the questionnaire within a few minutes. Leaving the rest of the time for you to discuss strategy. "Promise me you'll hide once the games start."

"Hide? From the looks of it there's no place to hide in that arena." You reply, your eyes wandering over to the other tributes and their mentors. Your eyes focus on Lucy Gray and her colourful ruffles, the only other person who was actually talking to their mentor. "She shared a piece of bread with me after she noticed I was too scared to get close to the bars."

Sejanus' eyes followed yours "So you're friends?" he asks.

"I guess." You shrug in response "She is quite nice, you know."

Walking into the arena had your heart beating with panic. Even with Sejanus standing right beside you, it felt wrong being casually shown your potential final resting place. It's like picking out your coffin before you die. Which spot looks pretty enough for my blood to stain the concrete like so many tributes before me?

You grab Sejanus' hand for comfort, calm your nerves and wobbly legs. He made sure you were right by his side. He felt an urgency to protect you, but he couldn't tell if it was recent or if he's felt this since he first saw your face.

When the rebel bomb landed and exploded the top of the arena, rubble falling on tributes, mentors, and peacekeepers alike, Sejanus held you close to him. Shielding your eyes from the thick dust that covered the arena. People's screams fill your ears and you freeze up, unable to move. When Sejanus heard that the gates were open, he tried to urge you to move, but you wouldn't budge. At that moment he didn't care about saving himself, he picked your much lighter body up and ran towards the exit.

Once you were safely out of the crumbling arena, he set you on the ground, asking if you were okay. You nod your head, your words getting stuck in your throat. A few seconds later, peacekeepers dragged you two apart.

You stood on your red circle, looking at the other tributes. Some of them you could become friends with if under different circumstances. You imagined yourself going to one of Lucy Gray's performances, just like she described for you, dancing the night away without a care. You heard Lamina's sniffles, that remind you too much of yourself. Reaper's protectiveness over Dill reminds you of how Sejanus protected you yesterday. And poor Dill, in your mind it was better for her to die a quick death in the arena, than a slow one of tuberculosis.

When everyone started running towards the pile of weapons, you ran in the opposite direction and hid behind some rocks. You watch as tributes are killed, Lucy Gray and Jessup jump down into what you could assume were underground tunnels, but Coral and her gang her hot on their trail. You take a deep breath as the remaining tributes above ground scatter and hide. You jolt as someone taps on your shoulder, you turn to be met with a girl who looked barely older than you. You remembered her name was Wovey. She takes your hand and leads you to the underground tunnels "We might find a better hiding place down here."

After days of hiding underground, everyone made their way back to the above. Wovey and you return to your previous hiding spot and watch as Coral and her gang take down Lamina. You watch Dill die and have to stop yourself from screaming when Reaper does. You look up as you see a flying thing place a big container of colour into the arena. You were so busy watching the flying thing that you didn't realize Wovey slipping past you.

"Is it over? Can we go home now?" She mumbles as she walks across the arena. The only thing you could think about was dragging her back to your hiding place. Not about your promise, not about the other tributes. All you could think about was Wovey.

"Wovey!" You yell running out from your hiding spot, drawing the attention of the other tributes and the Capitol people. Your heart shatters as the glass does, covering your ally, your friend, in snakes. You didn't have enough time to feel sorrow as the snakes flow like a river in your direction. You try to run away, but one of the snake sinks its fangs into your skin. You scream, doubling over as more snakes attack you. Sejanus was already out of his seat, standing, as soon as you came out of your hiding place. You never stood a chance, you both knew this, but Sejanus felt as if a part of him was being ripped out.

In the short time you knew Sejanus, you would call him your friend second, and your family first. Despite not being related by blood, you were both from District 2. And that was all the relation you needed. He would gladly, and proudly call you a Plinth.

Sejanus felt stomach churns as you look up at the camera with tears flowing down your cheeks.

"I-I'm sorry..."

Your body drops to the concrete, snakes wrapped around every limb. Sejanus practically runs out of the room. He leans against the wall and takes deep breaths, wiping the tears from his eyes. He slumps down to the ground as he feels the world around him disappear. His eyes felt hazy as the walls of the academy blur together.

"I'm so, so sorry, little sis. It wasn't your fault, it was never your fault. I should've found a way to get you out, instead of watching you struggle like a coward..."

"I'm sorry..."

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magniloquent-raven · 1 year

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everybody's saving grace

(cw the karen and billy thing. but this is mostly about joyce finding out and getting protective of billy, so)

(read on ao3)

Jane didn't speak for seven days after they lost Hop.

Joyce made space for her in their home, accommodated as best she could. Will offered her his room and promised he didn't mind sharing with Jon, they used to bunk together on the rare weekends when Lonnie remembered he had kids anyways. More often than not though, Jane would sneak into Joyce's room in the middle of the night, awkwardly hovering in the doorway until Joyce patted the empty space next to her and Jane would crawl into the covers silently, cheeks wet with tears.

That first night Joyce tried to talk to her about it, with soft words and a story or two about the trouble she and Hop used to get up to as teens, hoping to coax a smile out of her, or at the very least a story of her own in response. Something. Anything. She tried to tell herself it was only because she was trying to help, but there was a selfish part of her deep down that just wanted someone to share her grief. Jane was the only other person in the world who felt his loss as much as she did, and she needed help shouldering the burden.

But Jane would only listen. Curled on her side and squeezing Joyce's hand, blinking up at her with red-rimmed eyes.

Joyce would wait until Jane fell asleep to shed her own tears. She's up at all hours nowadays, watching every shadow, listening in the dark, a cigarette between her shaking fingers. Her boys have noticed, she knows it. Jon's picking up more slack than usual, cooking meals and cleaning house and making sure Will is always accounted for. And Will. Will has barely said more than Jane has. He's always been a quiet boy, but…well.

Even his friends spending all their time around the house hasn't brightened his mood. Mike has been glued to Jane's side, getting more and more drawn and frustrated the longer she goes without speaking. Dustin and Lucas have been the loudest of the group, trying desperately to fill the silence, and Joyce can't say she isn't grateful for it. The house feels more full when they're here. It's easier to keep busy and not let her mind wander.

On the seventh day after the mall fire, Max Mayfield asks her if she can spend the night. She's been paler than usual. Withdrawn, but only when no one is looking.

Joyce puts a gentle hand on her shoulder, "Of course."

She gives the girls her room, and says she'll sleep on the couch. No one believes her, but they don't bring it up. She sits at the kitchen table alone, fiddling with the ashtray Jon made her when he was eight. There's a chip in it from when Will, young and clumsy, dropped it while trying to present it to her with all the puffed-chest pride of a toddler given a task.

He cried for twenty minutes after that. No amount of hugs and forehead kisses would get him to calm down until Jon told him, his dark brown eyes big and solemn, that he hadn't broken it, he'd given it some character.

Things were so much simpler back then.

Not easier, not really, just…less complicated.

At two am she decides to brush the stale coffee taste out of her mouth, but stops dead in her tracks on the way to the bathroom.

"I hate him," Max's quiet sniffling filters muffled through the closed door.

She shouldn't be eavesdropping. But she can't…not. The walls are thin, and the floor creaks, and she can't move without everyone in the house knowing she's frozen awkwardly in her own hallway.

Well. She toes at the carpet with socked feet. She might be able to sneak away. Maybe. But…

She's concerned.

God, she's becoming her mother. Nosy to a fault.

"I'm just…I'm just so angry, you know? He—he saved your life, and I'm grateful for that, but," she pauses, and there's rustling, a sigh, "Stupid asshole up and left me. Everything we've been through and he…he's gone, just like that, it's not fucking fair."

Joyce had heard about Billy Hargrove from Jonathan. Just a little bit, vague details. "There's some new guy at school," with a scrunched up face, nose wrinkled with distaste. And a week later, "He got into it with Steve, knocked him around pretty bad." It made Joyce nervous, whenever she saw him around town, picking up cigarettes from the store on the corner, driving that loud car of his up main street. She'd always think of the Harrington boy's face, bruised and swollen, the worst-case-scenario that used to haunt her thoughts after Lonnie gave Jon a black eye when he was ten.

Then, "Max's brother, he, uh…" Solemn brown eyes. It's not broken it has character. "He got…possessed, I guess." Standing in the Starcourt parking lot with a shock blanket around his shoulders, sweat matted in his hair, Jonathan pieced together what he knew. It wasn't much, and she couldn't stop thinking about Hop's teary nod, the white light that burned her eyes even though she closed them, the empty space where he'd been standing seconds before.

She feels horrible now, for only half-listening. For not giving much thought to the boy who died saving Jane.

He was just a kid. Only a few years older than Will.

"How did he even get caught up in this bullshit?" Max's voice breaks, despite the force of her anger, cracks under the strain of her grief. "Did…did you see? When you looked into his memories."

The silence is heavy. Strained. Joyce chews the inside of her cheek. She doesn't expect Jane to reply, and figuring she's heard enough she goes to tiptoe away.

"Yes."

Joyce freezes. Jane's voice is barely more than a crackly whisper, but unmistakable. There's a pang in her chest at the sound of it, emotion welling up, thick in the back of her throat.

"What happened?"

She can't help leaning in a little, stopping just shy of pressing her ear directly to the door.

"It was…nighttime. He was driving." There's a pause. "Mrs. Wheeler wanted to see him."

…What?

"What?" Max echoes, breathlessly scandalized. She can't think it was like that. Was it?

No, there's got to be an innocent explanation. She struggles to come up with one, but it must exist. Karen is her friend. Sort of. They went to school together. They've known each other their whole lives. Back when they were teenagers Karen had a bit of a reputation, sure, she was a ditz with lofty romantic notions and a string of boyfriends willing to play along, but she's settled since she got married, and she isn't a predator.

"He was going to. A mo-tel," Jane sounds out the syllables carefully, a child repeating an unfamiliar word.

Joyce's heart drops.

Her first, and worst, thought is about how that boy used to parade around town, drawing as much attention as possible. She'd never seen him with the same girl twice, and she'd never seen him in modest, weather-appropriate clothes. Karen was always weak for a flirty guy, she was easy to take in with a few flattering words, and by the time she realized they didn't mean any of it they'd already gotten what they wanted from her.

She assumes Billy must have laid it on thick, as he was prone to do, and Karen fell for it, like she always did.

But that was when she was a teenager too. When she was a silly, impressionable girl, not a married woman with three children of her own.

Her children, Christ. Joyce's stomach turns. Billy was in Nancy's year. He was Jonathan's age.

Bile burns the back of her throat.

She'd been hearing gossip about Karen and half her book club spending every day at the pool all summer and she hadn't thought anything of it. Not a goddamn thing. How long had it been going on? Was she sleeping with him when he was still in school?

Joyce puts her head in her hands and lets out a slow, silent breath. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. She doesn't feel any calmer but she feels less like throwing up. Confused, directionless anger prickles under her skin. It's easier to be angry. At Karen for taking advantage. At herself for not caring soon enough. At everyone for not seeing it before it got him killed.

She hears Max swearing, ranting, none of it makes sense and she can only make out every other word. She's not sure Max even knows what she's saying.

There's this…itch. In her brain. That little buzz at the base of her skull, when she needs to get up and do something, when she can't sit still, stay quiet, but. But there's nothing she can do. There's nothing to be done.

Her fingers clench in her hair, hands trembling as she aimlessly pushes her bangs back.

She can't do a goddamn thing.

It takes Joyce three weeks to lose her shit.

She's been trying to get Jane settled in—with a few new things and a lot of hand-me-downs, she's tall enough to fit into a lot of Joyce's old clothes—but it's been…challenging. She still barely speaks. Joyce isn't sure if that's normal for her, and that's part of the problem. As much as she wants to take care of this child she barely knows her, and the universe doesn't seem to be that keen on giving her the time to change that.

Because she has…a lot on her mind. Looking into places to move, for one. Sunny places. With minimal suspicious deaths. And work has been much busier now that the mall has burned down. And people all over town are still talking about it, people who have no idea. Who don't know. They still pat her hand and tell her Hop was a hero, like that will make her feel better about pulling the switch that got him killed.

And then there's…the Billy issue.

Max comes around the house a lot. Always wearing a denim jacket that smells like Marlboro Reds. Snapping at Mike more and more often. And Joyce has no clue what to say to her.

If there's even anything she could say.

She keeps…failing. She failed Will. She failed Bob. Hop. Twice over, when she couldn't get him out of that base alive. And now. His daughter is struggling. Her friends are struggling. Joyce is doing everything she can but it's not enough, and it's driving her crazy.

She can't scratch that itch in her brain, no matter what she does. No matter how much often she rents Jane's favourite movies to watch as a family, or sits with her after dinner and goes over the writing and grammar worksheets they got from the library, or insists on cooking dinner and pretends Jonathan isn't hovering over her shoulder the whole time expecting her to burn their grilled cheeses.

Because every time Max stays over they all act like they can't tell she's been crying, like they don't see her eyes go vacant whenever someone lights up a cigarette or a car engine rumbles in the background or any number of tiny things Joyce doesn't catch that must be tearing Max up inside. Joyce lets her stay and puts food on her plate and a comforting hand on her shoulder but none of it helps.

And four weeks after Billy died, Karen Wheeler walks into Melvalds General, her hair perfectly curled, a tiny, sad smile pulling at her lips when she spots Joyce in her employee vest. She's coming over, hands folded to her chest, freshly manicured nails sparkling, the picture of grace and sympathy, with her soft eyes and pouting lips.

The whole routine has never rung so hollow before. Discomfort tugs at Joyce's insides, writhing in her guts.

"Joyce," Karen calls, stepping delicately around the half-unpacked box of mouthwash on the ground. Stocking shelves has never been Joyce's favourite part of her job, but she'd rather keep doing that than have this conversation. Karen reaches out, grasping Joyce's elbow. "I'm so sorry. I should have come to see you sooner…I know you and Chief Hopper were close."

Joyce shakes her hand off. "Sort of busy here, Karen. Work. You know how…it…" She pauses, and shrugs awkwardly, gesturing to the bare shelf behind her. "I'm in the middle of something."

That earns her a frown, a pitying look, sympathy to the point of condescension. "Did you take any time off? After…you know."

Like she can afford that. Jonathan's making less at his new job than he did working for the Post and she's got another mouth to feed now. Two if she's counting Max, which she might as well.

Max, who's a ticking timebomb nowadays. A raw nerve trying to pretend she isn't. A shell of the vibrant girl Joyce met last November.

Because her brother is gone, and it's Karen Wheeler's goddamn fault.

The itch returns with a vengeance. Crawling up her spine, a thousand tiny needlepoint fingers prodding her back. Her stomach feels like dropped jello, jittering fragments smashed on the ground.

She hasn't been told, in so many words, what life in the Hargrove household was like—is like—but Max says just enough that Joyce can put the pieces together. It's not a pretty picture.

And Karen got to go back to her cushy little life, getting her nails done and making casseroles like there's nothing wrong in the world, like her children haven't been fighting monsters right under her nose for years. Doling out advice like she knows a single thing about what any of them have gone through. Walking around with her head in the clouds because she can still pretend she's living in a normal town with normal problems.

Something bitter an angry takes ahold, all spite and thorns and a gnarled lump in her throat.

"What about you, Karen?" Joyce manages to keep her voice steady, calm on the surface and cold underneath.

Karen blinks at her, tilting her head in confusion. "Me?"

"Well, you knew someone who died in the fire too."

"I…a few of them, yeah." She folds her arms around herself. "It's a small town. But I didn't know any of them that well."

"No?" Joyce grits her teeth, venom sour on her tongue. "What about Billy Hargrove?"

He died saving Hop's daughter, and no one will ever know. As much as Joyce hates that everyone has an opinion about Hopper's death, she's starting to hate even more that Max will never once be told her brother was a hero.

Calling Karen out won't change anything, Joyce is just tired of being angry in secret.

It's almost satisfying to watch the colour drain from her cheeks. Less so to see her eyes start to shine with tears. "He…taught Holly a lot. She used to be terrified of the water, you know."

There's guilt colouring her grief. If Joyce didn't know to look for it she wouldn't have been able to tell, but it's there. It's also not enough. It's the vague regret of a woman carrying one tiny little secret, a woman who carries her past but isn't haunted by it. The rest of them have ghosts that following them every waking hour but Karen doesn't seem to be aware of hers.

"I know what you were doing!" Her voice cracks this time, strains under the weight of everything she has to hold back. "Don't act dumb, I know you aren't," she snaps when Karen opens her mouth.

"I—I didn't do anything—"

"Bullshit! Half the town saw you at the pool every day, drooling all over that boy, treating him like a piece of meat." That's all he was to anyone, wasn't he. Eye candy. Cannon fodder. A body for the Mind Flayer to take and use up. Joyce's eyes sting, and she jabs a finger into Karen's shoulder. "He was a child! How do you justify—"

"He was eighteen!"

"Exactly!" Joyce throws up her hands, the rage thrumming through her flares, all motion and energy and flushed cheeks. She doesn't care that her voice is getting shrill, her hands are shaking, Karen is glancing around the store nervously. "You took advantage of him, and you should have known better!"

"Joyce—Joyce, I swear I never—I have a husband for god's sake! I was just, I was just—he was just so nice, and, and I was lonely, but I never…" She breaks into tears, shoulders shaking, she presses a hand over her mouth when a sob tries to escape her. "It was a mistake," she says, voice wet and muffled by her palm.

Joyce clenches her jaw, and grinds her teeth, swallowing some of the bile crawling up her throat. "It never should have happened in the first place. None of it."

"I know."

"He was far too young for you."

"But—"

"A teenager, Karen! He was a teenager! In high school! He should have been worrying about zits and homework and goddamn prom, not middle aged women preying on him because they're trapped in failing marriages and trying to relive their youth."

Karen's eyebrows shoot up, and she mouths wordlessly, tears still dripping down her cheeks. "That's…" she sputters. "At least I still have a husband." She winces as she says it, with an immediate look of regret.

"That's what you're going with? Really?"

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have…"

"I don't give a damn what you think of me and my life. And I'm not the one you owe an apology to."

"I'm trying to do better, okay," Karen sighs, wiping her cheek with the back of her hand. She looks tired. "I'm working on my marriage. And the kids…things have been so strained lately, but…I'm trying. I really am. It's not like I ever made a habit of going around flirting with random men!"

"What about boys."

"No—listen, it wasn't like that! He was—"

"Oh please don't say 'mature for his age'."

"I'm sorry, ma'am, is there a problem here?" Joyce's manager appears around the corner of a shelf. She'd almost forgotten there are other people in the store, but suddenly she'll aware of every eye turned in their direction. The nosy old church lady in the next isle, peering through the stacks. The pair of teenagers gaping at them from over by the watch display.

It's not the first time she's been a spectacle, but it seems like Karen isn't as acclimatized. She pales, and her eyes go wide. "N—no," she pastes on an unconvincing smile.

"Joyce, that shelf is still bare."

"Yeah, yeah," she mutters, and mock-salutes. "On it."

Karen scurries out of the store, whispers following her the whole way out.

It doesn't feel like a victory. It might just make everything worse, who knows. There's petty satisfaction in seeing Karen embarrassed, but Joyce is sure she didn't get through to her, not really. She doesn't understand the depth of her mistake, and she probably never will.

Joyce scratches the back of her neck. And gets back to work.

A week later Steve Harrington shows up on her doorstep with Billy Hargrove, bloody, bruised, and half conscious, plastered to his side.

"I didn't know where else to go," he says all in a panicked rush. He wipes his forearm across his face and leaves a smudge of dirt over one eyebrow. Billy blinks at her, bleary, unfocused, seemingly unaware of Steve's vice grip on his waist, and the tiny, gentle stroke of his thumb against the arm he's swung firmly over his shoulders.

Joyce's heart is in her mouth. She swallows, and tries to stay calm. There's an open, anxious plea all over Steve's face and she needs to get him through this somehow.

"You did good, honey, bring him inside."

Will's asleep, and Jon is at work, but the door of her bedroom creaks and Jane pops her head out as Steve is hauling Billy into the living room.

She goes wide-eyed. Then teary. "Max," she says after a beat, and slips back into Joyce's room, presumably to make a phone call.

"You stay with him, okay?" Joyce pats Steve's shoulder. He's tense. Joyce wonders where exactly he found Billy, and what he had to do to get him here.

Steve nods jerkily, an perches on the coffee table across from the couch he laid Billy down on, bouncing his leg. Staring. Flexing his fingers over and over again, fists pressed to his thighs.

There's something there and Joyce doesn't have time to unpack it.

She grabs a bowl from the kitchen. Fills it with warm water. Watches the water swirl, splash, droplets clinging to the plastic sides. Her vision is a little fuzzy. She's a little light-headed.

Billy is alive.

Somehow.

It's odd, seeing him in person again. He used to scare her. She can vaguely remember it. What it was like before. When he was an unknown, a new kid projecting danger as far as he could. It's like seeing behind an optical illusion. Figuring out how a magic trick works. Realizing that he was just a moth with a flashy pattern, hoping not to get eaten.

But wherever he's been, he's lost weight, lost that mask he used to wear everywhere. He's cracked open and bleeding on her couch, looking every bit the scared kid he always was.

Her heart aches.

Steve hastily folds his arms across his chest when she walks back into the room, a first aid kit tucked under her arm and a clean cloth floating in her bowl of water.

"Is he doing alright?" Joyce asks softly, glancing between the two of them. Billy startles at the sound of her voice, and Steve folds his lips between his teeth, looking pained.

"He…um." He doesn't even glance in Joyce's direction. Not for a second. She was under the impression these two weren't friends, but maybe she was wrong. "I'm not sure."

"Okay." She plonks the bowl down next to Steve, and sits on the couch, keeping a careful distance between her and Billy. He's shaking like a leaf and she doesn't want to spook him even more. "Help me get him cleaned up a little? It'll be easier to tell if he needs medical attention."

God, she needs a cigarette. Her nerves are fried and it's taking everything she's got not to just collapse right now. She's been awake for nineteen hours and the real estate agent that was supposed to contact her today flaked, and none of that even matters right now because she just wants to do something stupid like wrap both these boys up in soft blankets and mother the hell out of them.

Steve takes the cloth, pinching it between two fingers and eyeing it like it's a bug crawling in his lunch. His movements are stilted, unsure, but Billy lets him wipe the mud from his face without incident while Joyce roots through her kit. She keeps it better stocked than she used to. And thank god for that.

Though Billy's injuries don't seem too severe, Joyce notes as Steve continues to clean him up. The way he's moving his hands might mean trouble, he winced his way through Steve's ministrations and now he's keeping them curled in his lap, stiff and shaky, bruises darkening his knuckles. But other than that they seem to mostly uncover scars.

"I, um. This water is…" Steve gestures at the bowl of murky water. His gaze flicks over Billy, jumping from his hands to his eyes to the scars crisscrossing out from under his shirt. He jumps up, suddenly, water sloshing onto the carpet as he picks up the bowl. "I'll be right back," he announces, voice high and strained.

Joyce blinks at his retreating back. Then turns to Billy, whose gaze is lingering on the doorway Steve disappeared through. "So, you two are close, huh?"

He startles, and recoils, and shakes his head. "Not really." His voice is croaky, low and dry. She should've gotten him water to drink too.

He's fidgeting, anxious, unable to meet her eye, like a kid caught doing something they shouldn't.

"Well, he seems to care about you."

She doesn't expect the tears that well up in his eyes, spilling over without warning. He ducks his head like he's trying to hide it, but she's already seen. And there's no hiding the way his shoulders shake as he tries to steady his breathing.

Her heart breaks for him. Like it has been, again and again, for weeks now.

"Oh, honey," she says quietly, sadly, and he finally looks up at her, eyes shiny, cheeks wet. They look nothing alike, not really, but she's struck by an image of Will, three years old and bawling his eyes out over a chipped ashtray. The same feeling wells up in her chest, the same overpowering need to scoop him up in her arms and keep him away from anything that's ever hurt him.

She slides over and pulls him into a hug.

"You're okay now, it's okay."

He's tense, and trembling, and she thinks maybe she did the wrong thing here, but then he shatters, with a tiny, wounded noise, collapses against her, tucked into the crook of her neck like Jonathan used to when he was having trouble sleeping and she'd have to carry him for hours while he dozed.

He's okay. She'll make sure of it.

~tag list @spreckle @growup-thatbeautiful @prettyboy-like-you @suddenlyinlove

#stranger things #joyce byers #billy hargrove #harringrove #(implied harringrove)#i didn't mean to finish this fic on mothers day but here we are lmao #joyce is a mess but she's doing her best #a raven's writing desk

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 7 months

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I ask this because you posted about Braeking Bad and Madoka a few times, and the world calls me mad for my vision, but do you imagine Walter White or Jesse Pinkman being willing to make a deal with Kyubey? How do you think it would end?

Sure, the whole magical thing might be a hard sale to anyone above a middle school girl, especially a scientist like Walt, but I still think he's been in some pretty desperate situations before that Kyubey could use.

Jesse, I'm pretty sure he'll just assume Kyubey's another hallucination.

I have indeed posted about Breaking Bad and P3M on occasion.

But alright, let's do this.

Walter White

No.

It's not that he wouldn't be interested, even if he does doubt the veracity of magical girls and talking cats, it's that Walter isn't interested in a wish or a miracle.

That's the whole crux of Breaking Bad: he was too proud to remain a member of Gray Matter and got bought out even when it would have been a better idea to stay, he was too proud to later accept money from Gretchen and Elliott to pay for the cancer treatments or to even discuss it with his own mother, he was too proud to want to pretend that the money he'd made cooking meth came from donations across the country in a GoFundMe campaign because he wanted Flynn to irrationally know that Walt had made the money.

Walter is driven by pride and some cat offering him a wish to solve all his problems? He'd rather die of cancer and cook meth.

Now, Kyuubey could loiter around for when Walter panics, when the situations get so dicey it really looks like he's going to die this time, but I imagine it'd be such a last resort to Walter out of that same pride. He'll blow up hospitals, poison children, do anything before he makes that wish.

Jesse Pinkman

Also no, because there's no real wish that Jesse has. Jesse finds himself mired throughout the series in worse and worse situations, despising himself, and realizing there's no way out for him.

What could flip him is Jane's death. Now, Jesse may not have the power for such a wish (he himself doesn't personally make enough people miserable, not like Walter who'd be quite powerful from blowing up planes, old folk's homes, destroying each life he touched) but if he did he'd wish for Jane to be resurrected and would glady become a magical girl "dude" or whatever the cat thing is offering.

Jesse then gets the horrible experience of Zombie Jane where he has to murder her himself to save everyone else, realizing she was never Jane (or was she? It's unclear Kyuubey. IT'S UNCLEAR) And comes out of the whole experience more depressed than ever but somehow managing to hang on without going full witch. Kyuubey's slightly impressed when Jesse makes it to Alaska without giving into despair.

#breaking bad #breaking bad meta #breaking bad headcanon #puella magi madoka magica #puella magi madoka headcanon #puella magi madoka meta #kyuubey #jesse pinkman #walter white #anti walter white #meta #headcanon #opinion

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REIGN OF TERROR

chapter nine

You were born for him, he just knows it and you’re the only one who can cure him.

Genre: Yandere!Vampire Jungkook x Reader - a 10 chapter series inspired by Tangled and Beauty and the Beast

Warnings: yandere behavior, suicidal attempts and talks, violence, eventual smut, DEATH, reader is not mentally stable, slight cursing, misogyny

Taglist: @silversparkles11 @mwitsmejk @outro-kook @bishuthot @kooliv @syunchl @lauritakamaki @ash07128 @darkuni23 @era-genius @doublebunv @etsuko-99 @bbl32 @hoseoks7swrld @sweetbtsfoever @bxbyyyjocelyn @crazy-eight17 @mageprincess7 @devilsbooksworld @breadgeniedope @cara-18 @yourtmblrgirlfriend @sleepy-time-dreamy @angelarin @faerikitty @iloverubberduckiez-blog

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The room was quiet as a mouse, all that could be heard was shivers and the slight drop of tears and blood dropping on the floor.

They tried to maintain their confidence but they knew their destiny.

It was one of the few times humans and vampires were together. The remaining were still alive unlike their dead kind on the floor around them.

The remaining of Alana's army and human workers of the Chancellor's house stood before the three men. Two of them had their faces covered up in phantom masks.

But everyone knew the one bare face before them. Both human and vampires.

"Life is short for both of our kinds. Sure, vampires are immortal but we can be killed." Jungkook started. "But I don't want anyone here to die today." He chuckled in irony as he looked at the lifeless bodies around him.

"Vampires are useless without a leader, no guidance, they would just suck the blood out of all you poor humans. Humans can't live without a leader either, how would they eat and organize themselves.

But it is stupid to have our food raising our food and that is what Kim Namjoon is doing. Where is your savior Kim Namjoon humans?" He asked looking around the room for answers. Nobody dared to move. He shook his head in disappointment.

"Kim Namjoon is not here to save you, but I will. Vampires, bow down to me and I will let you live. Humans, bow down to me and you will live past today. Refusal will result to a painful, slow death by my henchmen."

Immediately most of the vampires bowed down in guilt and fear. Their knees almost crushing from the huge force as they fell down to their knees. However, some of the humans and vampires just stood there. Despite their dignity you could still see the slight sweat on their forehead.

"You will always be a coward, a dictator, nobody will ever truly serve you because they love you. Alana is more honorable, Jin is more honorable, your parents were more honorable." A brave older vampire spoke looking at Jungkook straight in the eye.

Jungkook eyebrow raised as he stepped towards the older man. His face was centimeters away from him as he inspected his face. He let out a soft chuckle.

"I remember you. You were a loyal advisor to my mother. How would she feel about you here, killing humans? The creatures she sympathized for."

The truth is Jungkook knew he was disliked and why he was disliked. People who liked, or even loved him, wanted the best for him. They would be honest with him and offer him advice. It all reminded him too much of her, his mother.

He hated love and affection from anyone. He only wanted people to worship and obey him. He enjoyed people being fearful of him. Too fearful to even try to love him.

If someone was to love him they would have to be perfect. They would have to never disappoint him. They would have to listen to him, be with him forever.

That's why Y/n was perfect for him. She wasn't as strong as a vampire but also wasn't as weak as a human. Meaning, she could never overpower him but neither was she just food.

She was promised a long life like him. She was beautiful, smart, but naive, and desperate. Also known as the perfect girl for him.

"I was raised to follow whoever is ruling. Even if I didn't agree with their policies they were always intelligent and had the right intentions for our people. You only care for yourself Jungkook. Your mother would be disappointed." He shouted determined that everyone in the room hear his rebellion.

His eyes became a darker red in rage. His hand wrapped around the man's neck and have it a hard squeeze. "Do. not. speak. on. my. mother." He seethed. The man looked into his eyes with no fear as he took his last breath.

Jungkook tuned out the screams around him as he sighed. He turned around slightly at his two masked men, Taehyung and Jimin. "Kill the rest who refused to kneel." He ordered.

Taehyung and Jimin bared their swords and fangs out and strutted their way towards the rebels.

"Wouldn't it be easier to kill the one you really want?" Namjoon interrupted as he walked into the room. Taehyung and Jimin immediately pointed their swords to him.

Jungkook chuckled at the familiar voice. He didn't have to turn around to know who it was. "Kim Namjoon, its been a long time." Jungkook grinned.

"And yet you still have not learned. Bodies scattered all over the halls, both of our people. It's time we've settle this and stop letting our people get hurt." Namjoon dictated.

Jungkook scoffed: "Everything was settled. Until you killed my mother! She made an alliance with you, she trusted you!" He yelled pain laced in his voice from the memories.

Namjoon eyes were filled with guilt. He did this. He turned Jungkook to this monster. He was the reason he was like this. "You're right. I betrayed her trust. My people didn't trust her because she was a vampire so I struck first so they would be happy. I didn't want to kill her Jungkook. But being a leader is about doing what your people want, even if you don't agree with it." He revealed.

Jungkook stared at him emotionless. "All these years I've been the bad guy because I've done what I've wanted. But look at you Namjoon." He chuckled. "You're miserable. Your people didn't reelect you. You spent twenty years alone with no family. Just a slave to your people, doing what they want. Is that why you kept poor Y/n in a basement her whole life?"

Namjoon nodded. "I've done things I'm not proud of. Feeling guilty is a sign of humanity. I rather feel guilty than feel emotionless for my sins like you." He spit.

Jungkook glared at Namjoon. "Finish your orders." He directed Taehyung and Jimin.

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Y/n's heart beat at an irregular pace. She has been hiding watching Namjoon and Jungkook fight. She didn't know if she should unveil herself.

This was her opportunity to run. She knew Jungkook would always come looking for her but was she wrong to stop fighting?

She had to be with Jungkook. Not because of love but she needed him. She didn't know why but it was bigger than the two of them. It was almost like it was apart of her destiny.

Although she felt bad for Alana and felt stupid for not running away, she knew it was the right decision.

Taking a deep breath she slowly showed herself gaining the two men's attention. Jungkook had his foot on Namjoon's neck. Open, bloody wounds littered across Namjoon’s body. He slowly turned his neck looking at her in the eye.

But she couldn't look away from Jungkook's confident smirk at her.

"Jungkook, please stop." She said in a sweet but shaky voice making slow steps to the image before her.

He rolled his eyes before scoffing. "Y/n, my love, i knew you would return to me. I'm not surprised that our days apart have caused you to become brainwashed. Namjoon here has caused pain among both of our lives, I will not stop."

Y/n looked at Namjoon's bruised face. He stared back with a look of helplessness and sorrow. The truth is Y/n didn't feel sorry for him. Even if he meant no harm by his actions, even if he was the one who helped her minutes prior.

"You don't deserve to kill him Jungkook." Y/n hissed at him.

Jungkook was surprised at her newfound braveness. He raised his eyebrow at her before chuckling. "Oh I see love. How could I forget? We made a deal that we would kill him together." He smiled looking at Namjoon.

Namjoon started to panic, his breath getting shorter against Jungkook's shoe. Seeing no hope in Jungkook he looked to Y/n.

"Y/n, please, I helped you. I'm sorry for what I did but I'm not your enemy. H-He is." He croaked looking over to Jungkook.

Y/n ignored him. "You think killing him will rid your pain but you will still be miserable after you kill him. It took me awhile to register that this man is nothing but a follower. Scarlett has been ordering him around and before him, his people. If you want your revenge you would kill her." She suggested to him.

Jungkook gazed at her with no emotion before removing his foot off Namjoon. Namjoon let our a yell trying to attack him once again but Jungkook held him still. Looking into his eyes he used him conpulsion. "You will not move old man."

Y/n was shocked. She has never seen Jungkook use that ability before. It was likely because every vampire willingly followed him.

In a blink of a eye Jungkook had Y/n pinned to the wall. Her mouth dropping at the closeness his face was to hers. "Did you miss me?" He breathed out. It was as if she said no his whole world would crumble.

"In some ways." She murmured not looking him in the eye, ashamed of her answer. The truth is she missed his familiarity, he made her feel somewhat safe. The past couple of days she haven't felt that way.

Satisfied with the answer he connected his lips with hers in passion and need. Y/n didn't dare to kiss back. But she know moving would make him even more mad.

Surprisingly he didn't complain. Instead he stared deeply into her eyes like a plea. He softly grabbed her hands into his. "Kill him. This is our chance to finally having the life we wanted. I'll be king without any enemies, our bond will grow stronger. You can go outside, enjoy the fresh air and be my queen."

Y/n looked into Namjoon's helpless eyes. She didn't really trust Jungkook but his offer was tempting. She still hated Namjoon even though she knew he wasn't her enemy.

Seeing how conflicted she was he pushed harder. " To be my queen you must follow my orders, kill him. He’s weak, choke him with your hands, end all of this." He persuaded in a more tempting and urgent tone.

He thought he was getting through her. She was conflicted, meaning part of her wanted to. But she couldn't. She didn't see Namjoon in a hateful manner like she used to.

"No. I have no ordeal with him. Do what you please; burn him, stab him, choke him. But do not involve me." She said strictly as she tried to break free from his hold. After a few seconds of her struggling he finally let her go but his threatening glare didn't leave.

She knew exiting the room wasn't an option, but it didn't stop her from trying. Instantly, Jungkook speeded in front of her. "Ah ah ah. I wanted you to kill Namjoon so you won't have to see the gruesome effects of 20 years of anger that will occur when I kill him, but I guess now you will have to watch me darling.” He smirked.

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Miriam searched endlessly throughout the building. She knew he was here. She could feel it.

Soon, all this would be her problem. She would be the chancellor. Despite seeing all the dead bodies of her people she was only really worried about one.

She loved him, she really did. She hoped he wasn't involved with the masses of bodies around her but it didn't matter to her. Their love was strong, they would do anything for each other.

"How could you ever think we could get along? Look around humans and vampires dead. Do you really think there could be peace for all beings? This is the vampires fault; Jungkook fault!" Scarlett yelled from behind her.

"I know it is. Vampires originated from humans. The very first vampire was a human that was turned by a witch. Vampires are just the treacherous embodiment of a human if they had power. They are both the same, they need each other to survive. The witches, they are the ones that will keep the peace and balance.” Miriam explained without turning around.

A loud laugh echoed throughout the room. "Oh human, you live in such a fairytale. I was born with this curse. Do you know what it's like to crave blood so bad that at any moment you could murder? Humans… they live such a short life…but it's a perfect one. If witches exist they wouldn't let innocent vampires suffer with this curse!" She said with her voice getting angrier every word in.

Miriam didn't even bother to look back. She was beyond irritated with Scarlett. "Do you know what I advise Scarlett? Deal with it. What distraction will you have to avoid your self hatred now that Namjoon's rule is almost over? Find a fucking hobby." She yelled.

"If I kill you Namjoon can be Chancellor again, than I can find a fucking hobby." She mocked as her fangs came out of her mouth. Miriam turned around as she watched as Scarlett lunged at her.

Unfazed Miriam lifted her hand up causing Scarlett to rise in the air, unable to move.

She looked at Miriam in shock as she tried to struggle. How was this possible? How was she able to do this? No vampire had the power of telepathy.

She than came to realize what Miriam meant earlier when she talked about witches.

"I've had enough of you Scarlett. Nobody will stop me from getting the man I love and making the world peaceful enough where we can raise a child. Not even you can stop me." Miriam warned her eyes becoming a light purple.

Scarlett mouth dropped at her first sight of a witch. She knew she couldn't defeat Miriam. "J-Jimin right? I want the same thing with Namjoon! Destroy vampirism and we can all be happy!" She pleaded with tears coming out her eyes.

Miriam said no words as she watched Scarlett panic. Her eyes pleading at Miriam for an answer for what she would call a curse. She has never seen Scarlett like this. The once strong and resilient woman breaking down. She felt sorry for her. It was as if she finally understood.

"I'll free you from this pain Miriam." She sighed. Scarlett came to a realization of what she meant and shook her head in panic. "No, no! Don't do it." She begged.

But Miriam knew this was the only answered. Closing her eyes she felt Scarlett's blood began turning to ashes. She ignored her screams as she continued until the screams stopped. Opening her eyes she looked at the pile of ashes on the ground that was once the legendary Scarlett.

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Y/n watched as Jimin and Miriam embraced each other as if they haven't seen each other in years. Tears fell down their face and it was as if nothing could separate them at this moment.

They were truly in love. Jimin allowed and helped Miriam’s dreams come true because he loved her. Miriam defended the vampires because she loved him.

For a moment, Y/n wished she had love like that. Perhaps she already did, or maybe she wasn't destined to be truly loved.

Jungkook's love felt force and counterfeit, but it also was the only love she had. Jungkook looked at Y/n's face trying to detect her emotion. It was because of his ego he assumed Y/n was jealous that she wasn't getting the same affection that Miriam was receiving .

Y/n let out a small gasp as Jungkook hugged her from behind. "Don't worry baby. Nobody can separate us anymore. I know my enemies have done so but I'm stronger now. I will defeat anyone who threatens our love." He whispered sweetly in her ear.

"I just want to go home." She mumbled looking down at the ground. Yes she called it home. What else would be her home? The basement she lived in.

"Yes….then we can discuss your betrayal but what do we expect from a spoiled naughty girl." He scoffed.

Y/n's head quickly turned as she lifted her eyebrow in confusion. "I do not know what betrayal you speak of Jungkook."

"It's King Jungkook now. You betrayed me when you let that bitch touch you. You're mines, how dare you let someone take your blood?!" He yelled.

Y/n didn't even bother to explain herself. She crossed her arms in defiance. "Don't you think the word dictator suits you more? You lost to Alana. You didn't earn the title, you took it by force." She confidently retorted to him.

She smiled a bit as she watched Jungkook get even angrier. "The title was mine from the beginning you know that." He chuckled in disbelief. "Fine i'll be the dictator darling. I will always take what I want because I deserve it. And no matter what happens in the end, I will always win. You should be happy, everything you always wanted I will give you, simply cause I can."

"And with every dictatorship comes a revolution." She said before looking away from him.

"There will be no revolutions." He pulled out an object from his pocket. Y/n has seen something similar to it before. It was a necklace. "This will keep anyone from taking what I deserve."

Y/n was caught off guard when he wrapped it around his neck. "Years ago, when I was scouting for blood to drink a woman was wearing this necklace. I drunk her blood and spit it out, it was repulsive to me. It turns out she was a witch and she spelled the necklace to protect herself from vampires. When I tried to take it off, it burned my hand, it would have killed a normal vampire. But lets just say I've always been stronger. I drunk from her until she was almost dry, compelled her to forget and stole the necklace. I should have killed her because a few days later she was the one who put the spell that caused my sickness. But since I compelled her she forgot that I even drunk from her and died. My guess would be extreme blood lost. Having this necklace is a trophy of my excellence and I want you to wear it to protect you." He explained.

Jimin and Taehyung watched in disgust as Jungkook told the story and Miriam, horror. Y/n stared at the necklace, it was beautiful. She saw no downside in wearing it. It's not like Y/n was handing out her blood to everyone. Alana tricked her.

"Councilman!" A familiar voice called out to Miriam.

Y/n knew the voice very well. It was Hobi. Although unharmed he looked distraught by the scenery around him. How brave he was to approach the Ruthless three.

Miriam already looked like she saw a ghost. Between Jungkook's story and Hoseok catching her with Jimin and the man who just killed her own people, she was embarrassed. Nevertheless, she cleared her throat. " Yes?"

"Namjoon is dead, as well as Scarlett. Many of our people are dead. We need you right now. You are our new chancellor." He reminded her.

Miriam looked over to Jimin with a disappointed face. They were finally reunited and now they would have to disperse once again. Jimin gave her a reassuring nod, he understood.

"I'll be there in a moment. Thank you."

Hobi looked over to Y/n. Somehow when Y/n saw Hobi all she had was positive and happy memories. She held no hostility towards him.

Hobi glanced at Jungkook's protective glare at him. Y/n looked almost like a prisoner near Jungkook's arms.

"Mane fortis, parve unus. Memento qui sis." Hobi assured Y/n. Immediately, Y/n recognized the language. It was one of the many languages he taught her.

Y/n gave him a small smile. "Gratias tibi. Vale."

Jungkook drew his sword out and placed it near Hobi's neck. "What did you say to her?!!" He yelled. Surprisingly, Hobi did not look scared. In that moment he was prepared to die. Besides, people he has known his whole life bodies' were scattered all throughout the area.

Y/n quickly tried to pull Jungkook away from him. "Jungkook, it was just an encouraging quote. Nothing to ponder over." She explained.

Jungkook reluctantly stepped back and put his sword back. Hobi was obviously human, he was not a threat.

Jimin and Miriam said their goodbyes hoping they see each other soon. Leaving behind a trail of death, the Ruthless Three finally left the human city.

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Y/n's arrival to the castle was quiet. Jungkook wouldn't say much but he was touchy; holding her hand or wrapping his arms around her waist.

They were finally back to where they began. The heavily decorated huge bedroom that felt so quiet and empty.

Jungkook hated the way Y/n was acting. She was no longer fawning over him. She looked uninterested in him. He thought before the fight things were fine between him.

It was all Alana's fault. What did he say to her? He had to blame someone, he was too perfect to make mistakes.

"Look at me Y/n." He demanded. She looked at him, not because he asked but she wanted to see his emotions. He was also too quiet for someone who just took back his rulership.

Jungkook quickly made his way towards Y/n holding her shoulders. "Look at me like I am your true love. What must I do to be that?" He begged.

Jungkook was aware he looked desperate. He would hate for anyone to see him like this. But Y/n was right earlier, all the love around him is fake. He need her love to be real.

Y/n thought about Jungkook's question. What was her idea of love? What do she want? "I- You're- I don't know you. I know how you are, but I don't know you. Who were you before the Reign of Terror?"

Jungkook sighed as he remembered his childhood. "That person is dead. He died when Namjoon killed his mother." He revealed.

"Why would I love a dead man?"

Jungkook immediately shook his head. "No darling you need to love who I am now!" He articulated.

"You're right the man you were died that day. Who you are now is an embodiment of pain and arrogance. My life is just beginning and yours ended years ago. If I am to love you you must be yourself."

Jungkook smiled . "Yes, yes. Just try baby."

Jungkook had hope. He could already imagine him and Y/n living the perfect life together as King and Queen.

But Y/n had lost hope. She only said what he wanted to hear. Part of her did hope he would change but she was done falling for people games now. She will now play her own.

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Again, sorry. Coping in the medical field is one of the hardest things to quantify, explain or manage. We often develop weird coping mechanisms and lone wolf tendencies. People struggle to understand our level of weird, while we struggle to maintain our sanity. I hope this is just a small glimpse into the mind of a good medic who can’t save everyone, but still cares deeply about continuing the fight.

Rating: M

Word count: 2.9K

Pairing: OC CMO Volte x OC General Lara Lin x OC Aurelia (by permission of @freesia-writes )

Warnings: Surgically assisted birth, coping with life risk, medical coping with reality of trauma and loss, discussing the feels

Excerpt Summary - Lara and Volte are required to deliver a child surgically; Volte has a flashback to times when he couldn’t save everyone and has a moment, struggling to cope.

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About six months into the girl’s pregnancy, Lara had noted her fiddling with her socks and boots, complaining how tight they were, and that her ankles were swelling up daily. Sliding over near her, Lara asked her how she’d been feeling, if she was excited about the coming baby. The girl, named Rhaela, chattered on in happiness about her preparations, how they’d made clothes and furniture for the baby, how excited Falco was about becoming a father. Lara listened to her with a smile, but with rising concern, which turned to fear when she heard Rhaela complain about the frequent headaches she was getting. Hearing her complaints, Lara realized they were symptoms of a concerning pregnancy related condition - at the very least it was gestational hypertension, but was most likely preeclampsia. She would need to talk to Volte and Aurelia as soon as possible about treatment plans for Rhaela; there wasn’t much to offer really - no antihypertensives, no hospital to stash her in until delivery. She would be much like the millions of human women that had gone before her, doing their best to survive high risk pregnancies.

In the end, Lara’s fears came true. Rhaela went into labor and struggled to deliver her child. As the birth progressed, she was unable to bring the child out, not matter what techniques she and Volte used. Lara found herself looking at Volte silently, full of dread and knowledge. In a small lull, while Rhaela rested, Falco holding her hand desperately, his face full of concern, Lara and Volte consulted in the corner of the small home, Aurelia listening without a word.

“She’s not going to be able to deliver that baby, Volte,” Lara said softly.

“So what do you propose we do, General?” Volte’s tone was laced with desperation and unhappiness. He knew instinctively where this was going, and his heart hurt at the knowledge, the risks they were faced with taking.

“If we do a section, we can probably save the baby. It’s full term, and should be fine. But I’m not sure if we can save them both. The meds we have will depress the baby’s breathing and heart rate as well - we absolutely can’t go cutting on her without giving her pain meds. So, we won’t have much time to get the baby out.” Lara’s fine brows were drawn together in thought and distraction. “What do you think, Volte?”

Volte looked disturbed that she was deferring the decision to him. He gawped a little in surprise and panic. “I…I don’t know, General! You’ve done this before - I haven’t.”

Lara looked at him a little flatly. “If you’re going to be the doctor for this community, these decisions will come up. Even the best docs on Earth still struggle with this at times.” She glanced over at Rhaela, who was napping fitfully. “We have to ask Rhaela what she wants. While she sleeps, we can get stuff ready.” She looked up at Aurelia a little sharply, focused now on a task that they could accomplish. “Rely, go get the med packs and the IV equipment. The surgical packs are labeled as such. Bring those as well as the airway pack. Can you get it all?”

“I can get Howzer to help me. I’ll be right back!” Aurelia turned and ran from the home quickly, on a mission to get the equipment back as soon as possible.

Lara stepped over to Rhaela and Falco; reaching out she took the young woman’s wrist in her hand and felt her pulse, then glanced at the fetal heart rate monitor to see how the baby was doing. The signs were okay for now - both mother and child were resting for a moment. Falco stared at Lara’s face, fear hiding in the depths of his brown eyes. He could sense the General wasn’t happy with how the delivery was going. Rhaela stirred, waking groggily and looking up at Lara and her husband. Taking a breath, Lara braced herself for the conversation that had to happen now.

“Rhaela, we are having some trouble bringing the baby along. I’m not sure you’re going to be able to deliver without help.” Falco’s eyes hardened.

“What kind of help?,” he asked guardedly.

“Surgical help. We’ve reached the point where we have to make a choice. I can surgically open the womb and get the baby out, or both mother and child will likely die in the attempt to have the baby naturally.” Lara’s expression was as flat as she could make it, looking into both parent’s eyes. They both looked taken aback, slapped by the cold hand of reality and dread. “Before you make your choice, you have to know - there is a large chance that Rhaela could die. This surgery is not without risks. The bleeding associated is usually bad, and I can’t make you any guarantees, other than if we do nothing, you will certainly die. And the child.” Lara’s eyes were full of regret, that she couldn’t do more for them.

Rhaela and Falco looked at each other, seeing that the writing on the walls was dark and unhappy. Tears came to both their eyes, along with a mixture of physical pain; the contractions were starting to return. Lara reached out and took Rhaela’s hand, saying nothing, but offering her presence as support. The girl took a deep breath, leaned over into Falco’s chest and cried softly. Falco held her like he was trying to force the strength from his own body into hers. Looking up at Lara, he whispered, “There’s no other way?”

Lara shook her head sadly.

Tears fell from Falco’s eyes, and he closed them, holding Rhaela tightly. After a moment, Rhaela looked at Lara and took a breath. “Do it, General. I know you’ll do your best. You and Volte can do anything, I know it.”

The words touched Lara’s soul, and she couldn’t stop a rim of tears from filling her eyes. Squeezing Rhaela’s hand, she gave her a bracing smile, nodded and stood. Aurelia and Howzer walked into the home carrying the supply bags at that moment. Aurelia was focused, moving to place them on the table and already opening the compartments, knowing exactly what she was after. Howzer glanced over at Falco briefly, his face full of uncomfortable sadness for the couple, but unsure what his place was, or how to be of use in this situation. Lara looked up at the captain and said quickly, “Howzer, please go find Turk, Dorian and Primer - ask them to come here. I’m going to need their help. Be quick, please.” Her tone was a professional command and brooked no argument. Howzer hurried from the home to do as ordered.

Lara and Volte worked quickly to get the room set up for the procedure, laying out the items and sterile packs they would need. She and Volte would do the surgery, while Aurelia kept Rhaela medicated and sedated, and Lara planned to have Turk and Dorian help with her airway and the baby when delivered. Primer she needed to support Falco. She wouldn’t ask him to leave his wife and child, but she wasn’t going to have him there alone if the worst occurred. The men soon turned up as requested, and Lara explained their roles to them. They nodded solemnly and immediately got themselves in the proper mindset for the challenge ahead.

Aurelia got an IV started on Rhaela and the fluids hooked up without issue. Lara drew up the appropriate doses of meds to sedate the young woman, and to keep her under for the surgery. “Rely, these are good for the first few rounds of the induction, but you’ll probably have to draw up a few more doses from the vials.” Aurelia nodded succinctly. She knew her job. She helped get Rhaela settled in her bed with some protective sheeting beneath her to catch blood and fluids, and then washed up quickly, returning to the girl’s bedside to don gloves. Lara got everyone masked up and to their places, then nodded to Aurelia to push the first doses of sedation and pain medication. Looking into Rhaela’s eyes, Lara did her best to assure the brave girl as her green eyes started to get glassy with sleep and medications.

Once she was deeply under with the versed and fentanyl on board, Lara had Rely push a new medication - rocuronium - to temporarily paralyze the mother’s muscles and have her relaxed enough to allow a medical airway to be placed. Lara picked up her laryngoscope quickly, positioned herself behind Rhaela’s head, opened her mouth with her right hand, and inserted the blade of the laryngoscope to push the girl’s tongue out of the way and expose her vocal cords to Lara’s sight. She inserted the endotracheal tube with practiced ease, and removed the stylet within, attaching an AMBU bag to the end of the tube with one hand and skills long learned. Watching for chest rise, she saw Rely quickly listen with a stethoscope for breath sounds or gastric gurgling, but the girl glanced up at Lara with a confirming nod. The tube was in place correctly. Lara moved to tape it securely to Rhaela’s mouth and cheek, then handed monitoring of the airway and respiration to Turk. She and Volte washed up and opened the sterile surgical trays and equipment, Lara donning a sterile gown and gloves and setting the field up with Volte’s help. When she was done, he did the same, getting dressed for the procedure and stepping up to Rhaela’s side. The two surgeons looked at each other, took a breath and nodded.

“Okay for a quick time out, team. We are going to do this c-section on Rhaela because we’re out of options to deliver naturally. Turk, you have the airway. Dorian, for now you are waiting to catch the baby. Aurelia, you are in charge of monitoring the vitals and administering the meds. Volte - you got any questions?” Volte shook his head. “Okay, I’ll make the first incision.” Lara reached over to the table and removed a scalpel, placing her left hand on Rhaela’s abdomen, pulling the skin back slightly, and at the base of her uterus at the pubic line, made a cut about six inches long. Volte quickly dabbed at the welling blood with gauze.

Lara worked swiftly to get through the layers of tissues, avoiding important structures carefully until she could see the outer surface of the uterus. Looking up quickly at Dorian, she said, “You ready D? Two minutes to having this baby out.”

“I’m ready General,” he said quickly, poised with a couple of clean blankets, ready to accept the child from Volte, who would hand it off to Dorian.

“Okay here we go.” Lara quickly cut into the uterus, working to avoid going too deeply; she didn’t want to accidentally nick the baby. She carefully stretched the incision, trying to avoid making it too big; there was benefit to leaving the incision slightly tight so as to squeeze the infant’s lungs of amniotic fluid and mimic the passage through the birth canal. She felt for the little head and got her fingers around and under it, directing it to the incision she’d made and gently pulling it out. She and Volte paused for a moment to clean the field of all the amniotic fluid and blood present, and then Lara reached back into Rhaela’s womb to grasp the child’s shoulder. Lifting it towards the opening, she worked first one and then the other free, feeling the body slide more quickly now from its former home of nine months. Lara lifted the infant’s body free of Rhaela and placed it on the sterile field, over the gap between her legs, working with Volte to clamp and cut the umbilical cord and clean the surgical field again of blood. Free of his mother’s womb and the placenta now, Volte quickly handed the newborn over to Dorian, who enfolded the boy in the warm, clean blankets and quickly stepped over to another table to work at waking the baby up, vigorously wiping at the vernix covering his skin, stimulating him until the baby let out a breathtaking, loud squawk. Internally, both Lara and Volte sighed with relief at the sound, but were working quickly to get Rhaela’s c-section finished and her sewed back up.

Lara reached once more into her womb to deliver the placenta. She placed it on the sterile field as she had the baby, and Volte quickly assessed it for completeness, nodding to Lara when he checked it. “Complete, General.”

“Good. Good, good, good,” Lara breathed. She worked to clean Rhaela’s uterus out as best she could, irrigating and scraping it clean of any remnants of birth so there would be minimal risk of infection after. When she was satisfied, she started working to sew up the incision site, which required multiple layers of sutures. Satisfied that the uterus was no longer bleeding, Lara started working on closing Rhaela’s abdomen back up, and they finished when Volte put in the final sutures and staples. They wiped her belly clean, watching it for any last oozing, and then took deep breaths out of relief. Aurelia looked up at them with a smile that spoke volumes of her own happiness at their apparent success, and pride in what their small team had accomplished. Falco had gone over to meet and hold his new son, Dorian handing the baby off to the new father with a happy smile for his teammate. Primer had watched the whole affair with a look of silent concern and solemnity, and he only broke into a smile when he saw Lara stand to her full height, stretching her shoulders and letting out the tense breath she’d been holding the entire time.

Lara glanced over at her first in command, their eyes meeting quietly. He gave her a little one sided smile of pride and congratulations, and Lara smiled back beneath her mask. Then she looked at Volte. The medic looked strangely… distracted, even a little shattered for some reason. Like he was looking at a scene of devastation and not success. Lara’s brows knit a little in confusion and she reached over to him, touching his arm softly. “Volte? You okay?” His eyes snapped up to hers suddenly, as if his mind had been far away.

“I’m fine, General. Good work. We did good work.” He tried to make his words sound strong and sure, but Lara could hear a faint note of confusion still there, like he was lost in a memory he couldn’t shake.

“Help me get all this taken down and scrub out. Go get some air.” Lara felt concern for him, but wasn’t sure what was wrong. He did as she’d directed, getting all of the instruments back to their tray, helping her break down the sterile field and clean up from their work. Volte stripped off his gloves, gown and mask and then left the home almost as if chased by ghosts. Even Primer watched him go with a look of concern. Primer met Lara’s eyes, full of questions for Volte’s behavior. Lara shrugged and shook her head - she wasn’t sure what was wrong, but she had two patients to attend to at the moment and couldn’t do anything about Volte.

She quickly checked the baby and the mother over, assuring both herself and Falco that they were doing well. Aurelia and Turk sat with Rhaela for a while longer, monitoring her vitals and maintaining her airway. By the time Lara was finished with her work in the little home, Rhaela was breathing on her own and seemed to be stable. Lara ordered Turk to remove the breathing tube, and remained to watch the girl, making sure she continued breathing independently a bit longer. Aurelia looked up to Lara and said, “Go after Volte. I’ll stay until she wakes up.”

Lara looked at Aurelia gratefully, reached over and squeezed her shoulder, and turned to leave. Primer stepped over to her quickly, following her out the door. “Do you need me to go with you to find him?”

Lara shook her head. “I’ve got it. I don’t think this talk will follow a path you know much about. But thanks. Watch over them for me and if Rely needs something, come get me pronto, okay?”

Primer stopped walking and called to Lara’s retreating form, “Will do, General.” He watched her for a minute longer, the pride he felt in her swelling for a moment, then he turned and walked back to Falco’s home in silence.

Lara found Volte sitting on her little hill, listening to the waves. His eyes were distant and his mind was far away, tears falling softly down his cheeks. She studied him in profile for a moment; he didn’t even acknowledge that he’d noticed her, he was so distracted. Lara pursed her lips a bit and moved to sit next to him without a word. He’d come back eventually, and she would be here when he was ready to talk. It was well over an hour though, before she felt him take a deep breath, hesitate, and then reach for words.

“Sorry, General, I just kind of… lost myself there for a minute.” To be honest, he still sounded rather lost, Lara thought quietly. She looked over at him from the side, her blue eyes studying him silently. Lara waited for Volte to make the next move.

Volte saw her watching him patiently, and sighed. “You ever have those moments, when you wonder if you did everything you could for someone you didn’t manage to save?”

Oh, so many, Lara thought to herself quietly. She looked off, over the waves before them, losing herself in the question and a swell of memories. “We all have those moments, Volte. The frustration of loss, of not being able to best Death - every medical person faces that at some point, if not multiple times. It’s a sign that you’re a good one, someone who cares.” She met his eyes firmly, trying to convey the depth of her meaning.

Volte nodded as if she’d verified something to be right, that he’d been thinking. He looked down at the grass and pulled a blade, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, focusing on it as if it were the most fascinating thing he’d seen in a long time. After a long pause, he said a little haltingly, “I know we didn’t lose this time, but when we were sewing her up, I suddenly remembered the face of another person, from the war. She was a citizen on Falucia, and had taken a bad shrapnel wound to the gut. She was bleeding to death, right there in front of me, and her husband was there, begging me to save her. She was pregnant, probably close to her due date. And I just remembered his voice as he pleaded with me, to save her life. To save the child.” Volte stopped, his mind working to deal with the flooding memories. “I couldn’t save either of them. I had no idea, no training, on how to deliver a child.” It had never come up in either conversation or education. It wasn’t something the GAR thought a combat medic would ever need, nor should waste money and time on teaching. “I watched her life drain away, knowing her baby was dying too, and could do nothing, but hold her hand, while her husband grieved beside her. I felt so helpless, so useless.” He bowed his head, bringing his hands up to cover his face, breathing deeply to steady himself.

Lara listened patiently; Volte had to tell the story himself, let the grief roll through him so he could address it properly. She watched as he came to grips with the truths of his past self, and where he’d come to now. The truth was, there were no better teachers than time and experience. And he was right - why would the Kaminoans have trained him for obstetrics? They weren’t bred for community health work - the GAR medics existed to put their brothers back together and keep them fighting. But Lara knew after her long years of life, that the bitterness of helpless loss could still rise up to choke a good medic regardless of the reality of their situation. There were times when she’d watched good people die in her arms, because the technology didn’t exist yet for her to help them.

The two sat in silence for a while, letting the sounds of nature wash over them. “Sorry I let it get to me back there, General. Seems kind of silly now, since the whole operation went so well.” Volte looked over at Lara with a slightly sheepish grin.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for. Every medical person I’ve ever met is haunted, Volte. Our ghosts follow us around, reminding us of what might have been if we could only just take that extra step, find that miracle cure, have the right equipment. I’ll be honest - the ghosts only multiply when you start working with children.” She stole a glance at him, seeing if he was following. Volte wore a look of foreboding, hearing her say that. Lara shrugged a little. “Adults have lived their lives, made mistakes, learned, experienced, while kids have their whole future ahead of them. Losing a child is like seeing someone completely robbed of everything they might be, stealing someone from the future that might have cured cancer or solved the greatest problem known to life. Plus, there’s the parents who brought that child into the world out of their love for each other. Children are hard. But man they’re brave. Holy shit, Volte, they’re the bravest patients you will ever know.”

Lara looked hard into his eyes, and he saw for a moment that there were tears in hers. “They will fight and fight and fight, having no idea what life really is, whether it will be rewarding or continued pain for them, but they don’t give up. The struggle I’ve seen them shoulder - children carry the weight of the world and don’t even know it, but yet they do it gladly, with an excitement no adult will ever get back. Those kids on Earth that I take care of on ECMO - they push Death back every day, playing with the medical staff, doing their therapy with a giant hose in their necks, strapped to their head, or coming out of their chest, and yet - THEY STILL FIGHT!” Lara stopped, her face truly awed at the memory of some of her patients. “I’ve seen a lot of death and suffering in my time, but no warrior I’ve ever met can equal the spirit of a child fighting for their life. It’s a strength only they possess and can tap into.”

Lara shook her head, looking down at the grass. A dark look crossed her face momentarily. “But when they run out of that strength, when we lose them no matter how valiantly they fought, it’s the most soul crushing thing to experience. And once they cross that veil, Volte, when you know they’ve turned away and you can’t get them back - you would do anything, ANYTHING, if you could just reach out and grab their hand, keep them with you.” Her eyes misted over a bit, seeing a memory from another time. “I’ll never forget the sound of a mother when her little boy let go. She howled - howled - with grief, a torn sound from the bottom of her soul. She pleaded for him to come back, because she knew - he’d crossed that divide. He’d turned away, and there was no coming back.”

Lara stopped for a long moment, tears silently falling down her cheeks. “The sound of her pain and loss will never leave me. Just like that lady on Falucia will never leave you. You will face loss, Volte; it’s just the reality of being a medical officer. We cannot win every time. And for every success, it seems you pay in the blood of another. But you can’t give up - you’re invaluable to Nidhogg, to your brothers and their families. You can’t let the ghosts stop you from saving others. We take the pain and the risk, challenge Death at every turn, fight back against the darkness, so that others might live. Ut alii vivant. Fighting and sacrifice was what you and I were made for. We were given strength, determination and stamina so that we could face both loss and victory in equal measure and continue on. You are courageous enough to keep going, even in the face of failure - it’s that tenacity and flame I saw in you the first day, that made me choose you for Dragon Company. And why I know without a doubt, that you will be the best physician I’ve ever known.” Lara put her hand on his shoulder and smiled at him proudly. “I won’t always be here to help. But I KNOW this colony - these people - are in the best hands.”

Her smile for him was firm and determined, sure in her words. She believed in Volte completely, and he could feel it. Volte looked down at the ground for a moment, absorbing all she’d told him. It was a daunting thing, looking to the future and knowing he would have to step up and make all the decisions himself sooner than later. Lara was right - she wouldn’t always be here to hold his hand. But knowing that she was behind him in thought and spirit, knowing she believed in him utterly - that meant so much to him. He could do his job, knowing he had her support and faith. Volte met his General’s eyes steadily and nodded, a small shy smirk forming on his face. “Thanks, General. For everything.” She gave him a small smirk back and nodded, then turned away to watch the gulls flying over the water before them. The two sat in companionable silence for a long time, two best friends bonded by mutual experience, mission and their ghosts.

#worksbyclonemedickix #OC General Lara Lin #OC CMO Volte #OC Captain Volte #starwars fandom #the clone wars fanfiction #my fanfiction #the clone wars #star wars #starwars the clone wars #the clone wars fan #the clones

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mondstaub1 · 1 year

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Modern/ABO Lucemond fanfiction

- When Viserys died he left everything to his daughter, brother and grandkids (Rhaenyras kids of corse) several houses and mansions around the world, his company, his money, stocks .... all in all several millions $

- So Alicent and her kids were left with nothing and in a terrible finacel situation since:

- Aegon (beta) was a highschool dropout with a alcohol and gambeling problem

- Alicent (omega) never worked before (she was a gold digger, or used as one, that is up for discussion)

- Daeron was in middle school (alpha)

- Helaena (beta) had graduated from highschool but had problems with autism (everyone else had problems she is just so sweet, not her fault her family can't see that) so she was working part time with kids

- Aemond (omega) was about to finsh highschool and since he could not bare to leave his family could not go to collage

- Otto is dead (we are all so sad) (Daemon problably threw a party)

- So they moved into a small aparment and tried to find work with was difficult for several reasons, mostly their lack of experience, Aegons drinking problem and the fact that most people were freaked out by Aemonds eyepatch

- All of them got paid the bare minimum wgrn the had jobs and whenever they had a bite saved up Aegon would spend it on himself

- So in his desperation Aemond used his status as an Omega and got a job as a dancer at a stripp club (Alicent nearly fainted)

- He danced behind a one way mirror so he never saw who he danced for and who it was his was undressing himself for (no touching ever)

- Aemond also took hormons to make his chest and ass grow (he hated the way it made him feel and look but he needed the money)

- Meanwhile Rhaenyra, Daemond and their family ran the buisness and slowly everyone grew up - Jace (beta) studied business to one day take over the company

- Luke after turning out to be an alpha to everyones suprise went to Driftmark to study merean biology and he learnt how to sail from his grandfather

- Joffrey beta got into highschool and played sports (he already had offers from collages for a full scolorship -

- Aegon and Viserys got into a privat school which they enjoyed and Visenya enjoyed her life as Rhaenyras youngest and daddys little girls with lots of sibling so spoil her (not presented)

- Baela (alpha) became an aphlate and Rhaena (omega) studied language and traveled

- After Luke graduated and passed his sailer purment Jace and some of Lukes friend dragged him to a stripped club (guess with one)

- They insisted Luke should have some fun and hired a stripper for a privat dance, they heard of a stripper nicknamed ,,The pirat" and thought it would be perfect to celebrat Luke offically becoming a sailer.

- Luke blushed but let himself be talked into it and the moment he saw the half naked omega through the one way mirror he felt his jaw drop, because in front of him dancinging in the most suductive poses was his oncle whom he had not seen since he was 14

- Aemond had chanced, he used to be so scary and intimidating and now he was dancing around a pole in a string tanger and a BH that seemed so small, well that did not matter when he took it of.

- Luke knew he sould look away but he couldn't and he didn't want to.

- The last time they talked Aemond told him he was a dirty bastard and his mother a whore, so this felt like sweet karma and honestly Aemond was hot

- So Luke sat there hard and with a shit eating grin, watching his uncle dance

- Once it was over Luke claped an said "Wow uncle, it's so nice to see you again. Even if I honestly didn't expect to see so much"

- Aemond went first pale and then red before he grabbed his underwear and ran away mortified

- Luke couldn't help but chuckel before going back to his brother and friends, but he decided not to tell anyone about Aemond.

- Aemonds heart nearly stopped when he heard the voice of his nephew, it had been years since the had seen each other but somehow he know instandly that it was Lucerys. Blood shot into his face once he became aware of the state he was in and so he flet, like the coward he once acussed Luke of being.

- His face burned, his intire body burned with shame, how was Luke even hear? This had to be a nightmare. But it wasn't and he knew it.

- At the end of the shift one of his coworkers aproched him and handed him money, saying it was a tip from one of his clients. Aemond knew immediatly from whom it was.

-He wanted to throw it away but he was not in a situation in with he could turn down money, so he took the 200$, feeling dirtier then ever before.

- The next day at breakfeast his mother anounced that they would meet with Rhaenrya at their old home, to celebrate Lukes graduation.

-Aemond wanted to die, he didn't want to face Lucerys, he didn't know it he could but it seems like he had no choice.

- On the other end of town Luke was grinning after this mother told him his aunte and uncle would attend the party thown in his honor. He could no wait to see Aemond again.

#aemond x lucerys #hotd #lucemond #mortification #pole dancer Aemond #sailer Lucerys #modern au #a/b/o fanfic #rich Lucerys

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Character Introduction: Astra DuClaire, Best Witch of the Borderlands

Three hundred sixty-one, that makes twelve hundred and two in total savings. Twelve hundred and two.... Less than halfway there.

The witch’s eyes flicked up, one burning an exotic blue against her dusky brown skin and the other a chip of ice ringed by ivory white. She was quiet for a long time, relying on her stare to do its work. Beni began to sweat at her refusal to blink, too polite to look away, yet desperate to anyways.

“That thing ate somebody,” Astra finally said. “Ripped ’er clean in two and tried to drink the life inside. Wraiths remember their former lives, in a way. They yearn for things they can no longer feel. ’Cept, they don’t know they can’t get it back and it makes ’em spittin’ mad. So they kill. And they don’t stop till somebody puts ’em down. Now, I don’t know about you, but I think that’s worth five hundred geepae.”

“Please, I really tried to get the money,” Beni whimpered. “Everyone pitched in. I just…. I….”

Astra sighed heavily, though not callously. “If ya don’t have it, ya don’t have it. I ain’t heartless. Hows-about we work up some sorta trade instead?”

The Alderwoman put a hand to her chest with an overjoyed gasp. Astra didn’t try to hide her eye roll.

“Really? Oh, Master DuClaire, you are most generous. I don’t know what a village a’ this size could offer a rune scribe such as yourself—”

The woman held up a hand to cut her off. “To start with, you can call me by the proper title. It’s Ms. DuClaire, not master. I’m a witch. Not a book mage, not an alchemist, not any a' the hundred names people call folk who work in material magic. No one who calls themself that would be out here solvin’ your wraith problem. Ya got it?”

Beni nodded fervently. “I understand, Ms. DuClaire.”

In her eyes, however, it was very clear she did not. Astra didn’t care. Someone this far out wouldn’t have any experience with the taxonomical world of Republic magic and the meanings that came with such names. Just so long as she got the title right though, everything would be copacetic. Astra didn’t want to deal with the hassle that would fly her way if the young Alderman didn’t. She was already skirting the edge of magical malpractice as it was.

Pride and insecurity are the two component parts that make up the witch Astra DuClaire. Both push and pull her from within, as predictable as the tides. She defends what she sees as her subpar magic with white-knuckled fury, hoping that no one can see through the arrogance to the uncertainty within.

Astra was both to a pair of debtors, Dahlia and Elwe DuClaire, in the dinky farming village of Nakaow. Debtors in the Republic are treated much like indentured servants. They work for their contract holder until their debt is paid off, daily room and board prices being added onto what they owe. If that debt is not paid off within their lifetime, then their children must pay it in their stead. This is the shadow Astra grew up under. Though her family was loving and her momma Elwe managed to teach Astra her letters, life in Nakaow was anything but easy. Astra suffered malnutrition, which stunted her growth, and worked for most of her childhood in a rice paddy.

These grueling circumstances lit a flame in the bright young girl. Astra had always heard stories of magic and the miracles it could bring. Though not born a sorcerer, she vowed to learn the trade of book magic to both better her family's situation and sate her own curiosity. When she was sixteen, she traveled on foot to the city of Yewbury to apply to the esteemed Yewbury College of the Arcane. Though she knew nothing of runes yet, Astra assumed they would allow her to join an entry-level class with other students lacking experience. However, the other students weren't barefoot debtors' daughters. She was laughed out of the institute and refused entry.

As demoralizing as this was, Astra refused to let this stop her, though it did instill her with a lifelong loathing of academics. She rented a cheap room in the city in exchange for cleaning the shop below. She snuck into lecture halls. She learned how to break into the famed Yewbury Archive without a library card. She bribed one professor of runic mechanics, Jaimir Savintall, to let her use his lab space in exchange for cleaning up his experiments and grading his papers. Astra worked tirelessly for years to teach herself rune magic, and by the time she was twenty, she proved this learning by building the Extraordinaire, a steam-powered, dragon-legged vardo wagon fueled by nothing but runes.

However, there was still the matter of her certification. The certification exam for a book mage cost four thousand geepae; more money than Astra had ever seen in her life and about the cost of both her mothers' contracts put together. Instead of staying in Yewbury to save up for that, Astra left the dour mage city in pursuit of non-governmental jobs. Her goal was to pay off her parents' contracts, and then maybe go back for her certification, though she was well aware by then that the exams were scored more on nepotism than anything else. Astra would spend the next five years hunting for potion ingredients, battling magical beasts, installing runic machines in poor towns, and equipping the occasional magical prosthetic. It was a lonely life, containing just her, her cat Mercher's Day, and the open road. That loneliness would be broken though, when she encountered a half-scrapped robot lying on the side of the road. Her decision to save it instead of selling it for parts would change the trajectory of Astra's life wildly.

This is where The Mystery of the Mortal God picks up. It's also how Astra makes her first real friend ever; one Mashal Darezsho.

Personality wise, Astra is braggadocious, coarse, prickly, and has a chip on her shoulder the size of a mountain. She speaks about her magic with the utmost bravado, though she doubts her skill deep down due to years of being talked down to by licensed mages. She is very physically affectionate with the few friends she has, and her love language is gift giving, usually by way of some invention. She tends to be very grouchy with people she perceives as smarter or of higher standing than her. This translates as her acting like an arrogant shithead. At the end of the day though, all Astra really wants to do is to help her people, even if that's hard to see sometimes through her vicious need to prove herself and worrying levels of curiosity about matters best left untouched.

As for what she looks like, Astra stands at an optimistic 5'1" in her boots, and she has a curvy build with some decent muscle. Her hair is curly and black. Her skin is a light brown, with vitiligo patches around her mouth and right eye. That right eye is a paler blue than her left, which is the color of a candle flame's heart. She tends to squint with the right eye as well, leading to sort of a half-mad expression. She wears a plum silk coat with gold embroidery and crimson slashed sleeves, the lining of which is stitched with hundreds of multicolored ribbons. Each ribbon is embroidered with a rune. Astra pulls these ribbons from her coat whenever she needs to produce a magical effect. Usually, this effect is fire. Additionally, she wears a straw boatman's hat with a ribbon hanging off the brim.

Now let's get some fun facts!:

Astra is mixed race Shuari and Skarlander. Her momma Elwe is the parent she's biologically related to.

Speaking of Elwe, Astra loves to attribute any crude sayings she comes up with to her momma, though probably about half are of her own making.

Astra's magical specialty is runic engineering. Her least favorite branch of magic is alchemy.

She has a fat tortoiseshell cat named Mercher's Day, named so because she picked him up on a mercher's day.

Her vadro is her proudest accomplishment.

Astra wasn't the one to actually fix Mashal's brain after finding him; she had to take him to her alchemist friend, Tess Bounty. However, the villain and Astra's rival, Vermir, doesn't know this. For Tess's sake, Astra intends to keep it that way.

She loves telling stories, especially to Mashal, even if the more ghostly ones scare him.

She smokes a pipe filled with a blend of tobacco and lhara. Lhara is a swamp remedy for 'restlessness and a flighty mind.' Essentially, it's her fantasy Adderall.

She's incredible at embroidery. It was a hobby as a child, and she only improved her skill after learning she could embroider runes onto sturdy cloth rather than rippable paper.

She identifies as a panromantic, sex ambivalent asexual when she remembers that relationships exist at all. Why would she care about dating when magic exists, after all?

She wishes she'd been born a sorcerer with magic in her blood.

And that's it for Astra "check writin' kinda mouth" DuClaire! Lmk if you have any questions, as always. Next up will be her partner in crime and 100% of her impulse control, Mashal Darezsho.

Have a bitchin day <3

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skania · 10 months

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Replies to OnK Asks #2

I have enough for another round of replies, so let's go!

If you sent me an anon message these past two days, the answer should be below the cut! If it isn't then I either missed it or Tumblr ate your message, please don't hesitate to message me again if that's the case

Just in case, there are spoilers for Chapter 123 below the cut!

Hang in there anon! Even if Ruby has grown, Sarina's love for Goro is basically frozen in time. I'm sure that if Sarina had had the chance to grow older, her love for Goro would've naturally transitioned into something more age appropriate. As it is though, it was born within the bubble of her hospital room where Goro was one of the only two good things she had in her life, and then Ruby continued to nurture it through the years by desperately hoping she may come across him again.

For years, Goro has been her romanticized, idealized, impossible first love. So when she finds out that Aqua is Goro, she isn't thinking This is inappropriate, he is my brother! She is instinctively reacting the same way Sarina would've reacted to reuniting with Goro. Ruby needs time to process her feelings.

I also think that Sarina's feelings for Goro were the innocent kind of love where a child is like: This person makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside! I want to be with them forever! We should get married!

So eventually, I'm sure Ruby will realize that being Aqua's sister is perfect, because this way they already are forever bonded to each other.

People are saying that? They're really trying to find every possible reason under the sun to hate on her 😂 I think one valid critique would be to say that Akane made that offer while not being sure of her own feelings/thinking Aqua had no feelings for her, but... how is that worth hating her? If I didn't love Akane, I'd have just felt sad for her—hating her would've never crossed my mind lol

I mean, I'm not sure we can generalize. But from what I've seen, people ship just as hard there as we do over here, it's just that they're better at separating fandom from canon. If the ship they like doesn't happen, they usually won't go on a public tirade against the work—they may criticize it a bit in their own corner, but usually they just continue shipping their thing in peace.

All in all though, Aka doesn't seem like the type to do what people want him to do. I believe he will do whatever he feels works best for the story he wants to tell lol

Ohhh that's interesting! In the few months that Ruby spent on Revenge Mode, she did show more ruthlessness than Aqua would be capable of, so maybe you're right and Crow Girl would've ideally wanted Ruby to be the one carrying it out.

Crow Girl is 100% right though, Aqua just isn't cut for revenge. He is too soft-hearted, too kind. He may be fine with everyone hating him, but he won't be fine with anyone but him suffering, so he is doomed to fail lol

Thank you anon!! You have a good day, too!

Manga Plus!

Off the top of my head: flustered Aqua, whenever he makes Akane pout, Akane trying to feed him, Aqua getting caught-off-guard when Akane can tell he wants to talk about breaking up, the whole do-you-have-that-kind-of-feelings-for-me? talk and Akane teasing him when he comes to pick her up with the umbrella are some of their funniest moments for me 😂

Yes!! You have a very good point anon, Aqua's and Akane's reconciliation is being saved for later. It's just like the next Akane volume cover, the fact that we haven't gotten one yet shows that we will be getting some nice Akane chapters in the future.

Thanks anon, I'm glad you see it too! Maybe I'm jumping the gun, but in all honesty after Chapter 123 I now have a hard time picturing Aqua's feelings for Kana as romantic. Kana's are the wild card, since hers have always been portrayed as romantic. We'll have to wait and see but so far, she seems to be following in Maki's (Kaguya-Sama) steps lol

I'm glad that Akane Kurokawa is Akane Kurokawa. She is one and only.

Well said anon, me too!!

I think the difference is that Kana's "radiance" comes from her genuine feelings. When she feels down, she can't shine. When she is happy, she shines brightly like the sun.

That's indeed the reason why she was only able to shine as an idol while Aqua was there. He was the reason she became an idol in the first place, and he's also the one she performed for; the one she wanted looking at her.

So while Ai (mostly) shone through the character she carefully constructed for herself, Kana shines due to her true feelings.

I do think that some readers aren't particularly interested in understanding him. At the same time, I get it because not everyone is reading OnK with the desire to analyse it. Some people just read it/watch it for fun and without paying much attention, which is perfectly fine although perhaps not exactly the best approach to Aka's writing lol

It's fine though, the person Aqua is will be pretty obvious by the end of the manga, so anyone who has missed it so far will surely get it by then!

Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me, anon! I agree with a lot of what you're saying, and to answer your question:

do you really think Goro like Sarina in a romantic ways?

No, I don't! There's no chance of Goro liking Sarina romantically, he saw her like an innocent child and treated her as such. There's no ambiguity there at all, his "I'll think about it when you're 16" was just a round-about way of turning her down while gently reminding her of their age-gap. They both knew that Sarina likely wouldn't make it to 16, so I believe it was also Goro's way of trying to make both, himself and Sarina, imagine a future where Sarina was still alive. It's so sad 😭

And yes, the fact that Akane is so different is a great thing! She's also the only one that doesn't seem to have family issues, so there's even less for Aqua to project onto her. The obvious exception being when Akane temporarily lost the will to live, since Aqua likely could empathize 😭

You're absolutely right anon! For some people, it's like the Aqua/Akane relationship jumped from Chapter 30 to Chapter 98 with absolutely nothing in between—except for Chapter 81 and 87, but even then, only two panels count. The rest doesn't matter 😂

And it's not like there aren't alternative ways to interpret their relationship without ignoring everything that's happened between them and all their development. Hell, they could even say: yeah Akane almost got him, but failing to understand that Aqua just needed her by her side cemented her loss. She lost her chance—or something, and it would be a perfectly valid take! But some people just can't acknowledge that Aqua and Akane have a genuine, meaningful bond because they either a) want Aqua to be an edgelord b) want Aqua to only have eyes for their girl of choice.

Luckily, this willful denial of Aqua and Akane's bond can't change what's written in the manga lol

#onk asks convos #WAIT I MISSED ONE #UPDATING THE POST AS I TYPE THIS #update: it's all good now!

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Inu-Mothership Spotlight Saturday Encore: March 11, 2023: MirSan!

Hi everyone! We here at @inu-mothership are pleased to revisit one of our very first fic rec lists that we ever did: MirSan!

In honor of MirSan Days 3/5 and 3/6 having just passed, we wanted to look back at some of the wonderful stories that have been posted since our original post in Oct. 2021. As always, stories are listed below the cut, in alphabetical order, with ratings and current status listed. We hope you find some new classics among them!

Barren (Series; E/M; ongoing) by @skyelara

Buried Past (T; complete) by Griddlebone (Ao3)

After a harrowing experience, Sango shares a secret from her past with Miroku.

Clandestine (E; ongoing) by @skyelara and @violetasteria

“I have decided to take you up on your proposition. I have a few ground rules, though.”

Miroku’s body stilled, staring up at her with disbelief. “Wait, are you serious? You really want to do this?”

“You scratch my back and I scratch yours. First ground rule. This is just to help each other out. No falling in love with each other, got it?”

He snorted. “Sango, I’ve been doing this for years. Trust me when I say, that won’t be an issue for me.”

The cold never bothered me anyway (M; complete) by streamsofstoriesandcolour (Ao3)/ @shade-without-color

Miroku and Sango, over a family dinner, recount their first meeting together on a blustery cold day.

The Cruelest Winter (M; ongoing) by AM78 (Ao3)

Two years after Kagome's return to the Feudal era, the inhabitants of her village are facing hard times, as a harsh winter has left them desperately short of needed supplies. At their most dire moment, Sango receives an offer from an old acquaintance. An offer so lucrative and dangerous that it could ensure the town's prospects for survival...if it doesn't eliminate her own.

The Distance Between Duty and Desire (M; complete) by annperkinsface (Ao3)

Somewhere in the distance between duty and desire Sango and Miroku exist in stolen moments, stolen breaths, but for all Miroku's thievery he has never stolen anything as precious as this, Sango straddling him with her eyes dark and intent, her hands curled around the back of his neck like a promise.

Failure to Communicate (T; complete) by @fawn-eyed-girl

When Sango misinterprets something she sees at a party, she refuses to talk to Miroku again, in order to save herself a broken heart. But when Miroku keeps texting her, can she really stay away?

Or: five times that Sango ignores Miroku's texts. And one time that she answers.

Games of Money & Matrimony (M, ongoing) by @violetasteria

The social season has fallen upon the ton, and Sango must finally find a husband this social season to restore her family's fortune and ensure her brother's future. She has her sights set on the rich and handsome Marquess of Asago, Lord Kuranosuke Takeda, but will her favor sway when a mysterious gentleman with deep blue eyes sweeps her off her feet?

It’s Nice to Have a Friend (T; complete) by @skyelara

Sango meets Miroku in first grade as a shy, new student to their school. A friendship starts that quickly turns into something stronger. However, Sango refuses to admit her feelings, especially when Miroku becomes known as something as a ladies man in High School. She's sure he only sees her as a best friend, a sister. But there's more than meets the eye when it comes to his feelings.

(Like) A Happy Dream (T; complete) by MadHatterLilith (Ao3)

Miroku always had some doubts about how their journey would end, but now he's living a life happier than the one he dreamed of.

My Children’s Childhood (G; complete) by @heynikkiyousofine

“How much farther?” Tiny legs struggled to keep up with his father’s as they walked the rocky path, a steep climb to a distant temple.

“Not too much longer, son.” He chuckled, holding out his free hand for him to take.

One Moment in Time: Chapter 6: Strength, and Chapter 7: Weakness (T; complete) by @jeremymarsh

One moment in time in our characters’ lives that could change them forever – or maybe not.

Sense and Sensibility, An Inuyasha Retelling (T; ongoing) by @kalcia and @ruddcatha

When their father dies, the Higurashi sisters Sango and Kagome suddenly find their fortunes changed overnight. The sisters begin to find their own paths, as one learns to step away from the practical to learn to dream with the help of the dashing Miroku, and the other sees the importance of stability in a world of fancy with the steadfast Inuyasha. An adaptation of the Jane Austen Novel Sense and Sensibility.

Sins Week 2022: Chapter 7: Lust/Blue (M; complete) by @lavendertwilight89

Small Bites: Chapter 14: Root Canals and Yoga (T; complete) by @neutronstarchild

Sango needed a root canal, and it was going to cost an arm and a leg. Miroku offered help, by marrying her. It’s stupid, but so is tooth pain. And it’s simple. That is, until Sango walks in on Miroku’s morning routine. Has he… always been so bendy?

Sweet Surrender (T; complete) by @violetasteria

Every night when her friends weren’t looking, the hardest thoughts overtook her. Each morning, she continued on as if the darkness was not churning within her. As if she was not slowly dying inside at the mere thought of failing their group’s seemingly hopeless mission.

And it was working. She had them all fooled into thinking she was just fine, or so she thought.

To Fall in Love with Strangers (T; complete) by @witchygirl99

There are armed men attacking them, after a top secret program that Miroku’s only got written in his head. He’s spent the last few days being nearly killed at every opportunity, only alive because of the fiery, violent woman at his side. Miroku has thought, at least five times a day, that he’d like her to try and choke him with those thighs.

He’s probably losing far too much blood. Shit.

Undertow (T; complete) by @violetasteria

A talented swindler in a sleepy port city passes his days conning and scheming, but his whole world changes when his mark turns out to be a pirate.

What I Feel When Your Smile Shows (T; complete) by miss_coverly (Ao3)/ @lesbian-kyoru

“Oh. Right, my Valentine’s chocolates! What about them?”

If Kirara wouldn’t fly her away, Sango could always just run for the hills. Dive into the nearest river and swim away? Or maybe her Hiraikotsu could bear weight, and carry her past the horizon. The thing with the Hiraikotsu, though, was the fact that it was a boomerang.

And no matter what, boomerangs always brought you back to exactly where you started.

Sango asks about Valentine's Day chocolates. Kagome does what she does best: matchmaking.

Would You (G; complete) by Pipistrellus (Ao3)

#inu-mothership #inu mothership spotlight saturday #spotlight saturday encore #march 11 2023 #mirsan #miroku x sango #inuyasha fanfiction

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Chapter 9: A trip to the shores

Kirby SST!

"I remember falling out of the dying ship, I yelled as I crash into the orange sea."

"I sunk deep, I was in terror that I could not swim."

"And there, I closed my eyes and accepted my fate, to die in honor of Sir Meta Knight and the others, to breathe my last breath in the end."

*Splashing*

"As my vision was about to blur, Sir Meta Knight dived in and reached for my frail hand under the sea, he pulled himself close and grabbed me with his strong arms as he swims back to the surface.

He carried my body to the shore with the crew, thankfully none of us had died.

I coughed and grasped for air, Im alive.

Sir Meta Knight, all soaked and exhausted, he draped his cape around me as I watched his maskless face desperate to save the drowned. No matter how hard he tries to look stiff, his eyes were full of worry.

As he was making sure everyone made it alive, he didn't take one second to glance at his collapsing sinking ship, that's where I knew that in his heart his team is what truly matters."

Sailor narrated as she wrote on her diary, it was real events from years ago when Meta Knight tried to take over Dreamland, though the near death experience was traumatizing, she never blamed her team or her leader once. She puts her past aside as she vents it out on a journal.

It was scary yes, but from the moment Meta Knight saved her life, she felt like she mattered for the first time. For so long Sailor was just one of many Waddle Dees out there,

Instead of feeling terror when she remembered about drowning, she let out a dorky giggle thinking about the time she was held close, how heroic and cool Meta Knight looked.

Does she have some kind of crush on her superior? Yes, but that's just how girls her age feel when met with a responsible and stunning young man, it's just a feeling of happiness whenever she sees her leader, nothing more.

It was week after Meta Knight took off and the Sailor noticed how gloomy and quiet Kirby had been, whenever she tries to ask Kirby what's bothering him he'd always reply with

"I'm just hungry! No worries!"

Then leave,

It was concerning, was Kirby always like this? She wondered, and decided maybe he's just bored.

*Knock knock*

"Sir Kirby, you in there?"

"Yeah"

"How about we go to the beach? You haven't been in the shore for a long while right?"

"Right now?"

"Of course!"

"Okay! I'll pack my stuff." Kirby closed his door as Sailor thought of buying Kirby lots of snacks, she really just wants to lift his mood up.

"Miss Sailor, why the beach?"

"Would you rather go somewhere else?"

"No not really I just want to ask."

"I haven't had much sun since I live underground, I really miss the sea shore because that's where I discovered my passion for sailing!"

Kirby felt a bit bad since it was the very same shore where he watched the Halberd sank.

Sailor doesn't seem to mind at all, she actually looks thrilled to see the orange sea.

"But you operate space crafts!"

"I had to start somewhere before learning how to drive flying things, besides I was reaaally good at my job in the sea I was offered a job on Halberd!"

"I can see that! You always make Meta Knight happy with all your hard work!" Kirby smiled as he reached for her head to pat it.

"Dawww you're so sweet!" Sailor carried him in her arms as they walked to the Sandy beach!

Kirby changed to his swimming at and began making sand castles and splashing water around.

Sailor laid a tablecloth on the sand, like a picnic as she prepares the foot she bought from her basket, there were water, iced tea, apples, sandwiches and cookies.

*Sniff sniff*

Kirby approached the picnic spot in a heartbeat, gobbling the cookies and sandwiches as fast as he can.

"You won't be able to swim in an hour if you eat it all."

"I'll be okay, my stomach is basically a black hole!"

"...was that literal?"

"Mhm!" He nodded, his mouth was full of bread and jam.

"Well leave some for Bandana Dee"

"He's here?" Kirby stopped to ask as his words were muffled.

"Yep he's there doing soccer practice." She pointed.

"...but isn't soccer supposed to be played in the fields.."

"Playing soccer in the grass is easy so they're competing for who could play soccer the best in sand." Kine appeared from the waters.

"That exists?"

"Eh who knows, it's so boring that everyone here will make a competition about everything,

You're also talking to a half fish, me, everything is possible here on Popstar so don't think about it too hard." Kine explained.

"Okay, I'll just leave some for Bandana and I could go swimming with you."

"I'm actually here to practice on swimming tournament Kirby, but we could splash around before it starts."

"I figured, it seems like everyone has their own sport, what is coo and pitch doing now? Practicing for a flying race tournament?" Kirby said with a hint of sarcasm

"Right on point!" Coo rushed from the sky and flew beautifully across the orange sea

Kirby and kine were left covered in sand from the gust of wind Coo brought.

"Why don't you try going on sports? You can do technically everything right?" Kine asked.

"I'm banned from doing any sort of sport tournaments because it won't be fair for others! It- it's bullshit!"

"You can't use language like that Kirby!"

"Not because I look like I'm 7 I can't say things I want I've probably lived longer than your great grandpa!" Kirby yelled.

Kine was left speechless as he backs down a bit.

"Are you two okay? I made more sandwiches, you could have some too Kine was it?" Sailor called.

"I'm alright Miss Sailor, Kirby could have my share!"

"You sure you don't want some?"

"I have practice swimming but thank you!" Kine dived into the sea and swam away.

Kirby ran up to sailor and stuffed as many sandwiches he can to prevent crying. He's a big boy, he can't cry, he said to himself.

"Be careful-"

In the other side of the beach, Bandana and his team were happily playing soccer as he kicked on the ball a little too hard it flew directly on a certain lilac haired boy.

Marx catched the ball with only his feet and kicked it a few more times until he launches it to one of the soccer players face.

"Oompf-"

"Heh." He smirked.

"I didn't know you were good at soccer!"

Bandana ran close to Marx with sparkles in his eyes.

"I'm just somewhat good at my legs, now scram orange peel."

"You could join the soccer team! If we win this game against other planets you'd be very popular!"

Marx stopped and thought

"Popular ah? Alright I'd give it a shot. But if it gets boring I will quit."

"Anytime Marx! Practice will be Tomorrow! Same place, same time make sure to bring snacks and wear knee pads, thank you!"

"Are you sure about this bandana?" His team mate asked.

"What's the worst that could happen?"

"Marx is a bully and quite the handful, let's just wait until he changes his mind.."

"The Popstar soccer team don't miss new opportunities! Come on!"

"Well, whatever you say captain bandee..."

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ*.✧

"Hey, you know I could see that teary eyes of yours even if you try to hide it, tell me what's wrong.." Sailor patted Kirby's back.

"I...I...i-.. nothing it's nothing..some sand got in my eye.."

"We both know that's not true.."

"But it is! Let's go home now yeah? Can we call Meta Knight too?"

"Oh of course! Say byebye to your friends I'll be packing our things." Sailor sighed, Kirby stull refuses to tell her his feelings and she can't just force it out,

"Okay!"

Kirby ran and gave Bandana a single sandwich out of the 20 Sailor made. He smiled as much as he can to everyone that greeted him along the way.

And so, the Sailor and the Pink demon made their way back, Kirby clinged onto Sailor Dee in the way, she held him like a baby and held him tight, Kirby was fast asleep.

Marx continued to walk aimlessly on the beach, probably looking for strangers to torment as he saw something golden stuck on the ground.

He winced his eyes and ran towards the shiny thing, could it be buried treasure?

He picked a sandy book up and blew the debris away, Marx's eyes widens, his face crept up a sinister grin.

The book cover resembled Nova.

He knew exactly what this book was. It is the wish granting spell book that Marx had been eyeing on for the past few days, with a book like this he could take over Popstar- no he could take over the Universe!

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ*.✧

"So where's this spell book that you stole? I wanted to see if it's legitimate." Magolor asked.

"The text were written in Halcandran, it is real." Meta Knight replied

"Yeah but the thing is you actually need the book to cast a spell and you can't just jot down a spell on paper and use it later, so it must be the real, real thing."

"I get it, Blade Knight, bring in the spell book."

"Whasphelbouk?"

"What do you mean 'what spell book'?" Meta Knight raised his tone.

"Its one with the unnerving cat face innit?" Sword responded

"Yes, that's correct." Their leader said shaking, as he was about to snap.

"Ah, it's the one that I saw on the garbage chute! Blade pulled the lever before I could stop it.."

"WHAT!?" Meta Knight yelled.

"Blade told me you wanted him to throw away the book!"

"No not the ancient spell book which is the only way we could unseal Galacta Knight, I meant the stupid text book about star warriors that you were reading!!"

"We're sorry Sir Meta Knight!"

They bowed.

"God-..fucking hell..WHERE WERE WE WHEN IT WAS EJECTED?" Meta Knight couldn't contain his anger, he slammed his fist and demanded an answer.

"L-luckily for us we were still at Dreamland when that happened!"

"That is even worse! Sword Knight. Instead of the book flying around empty space it's probably been found by some random who could lose it!"

"Please, calm down Lord Meta Knight, let's just entrust Kirby and the others to protect Dreamland if anything bad happens.." Captain Vul put him on his seat and continued the journey.

Meta Knight removed his mask to wipe his face, he takes a deep breath as he pulls the lever once again. His mind were filed with anger and mostly worry, He just had to finish the mission fast.

But before the terrible Marx decides to use the book for mischief he found that the book was in Halcandran, he can't read that.

He scoffs and chose to just put it aside until he finds away to encrypt the spells.

He can't just let this opportunity to get back at that Kirby pass.

⭐ Notes ⭐

Beach episode :00

Its evident through the original series that Kirby is pretty petty but he becomes a little ball of happiness if you get in his good side

(I run out of title ideas so bare with me here)

Next Chapter

#kirby #kirby gijinka #kirby fanfic #sailor waddle dee #marx kirby

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Evanescent

(She was the evanescent of his life— there and gone.)

Part 8

(Part 7: here)

Warning: Sexual Content

Jake's Pov

“I lied. To everyone. That lie costed my mother's life, apparently.” I observe her cringing at her use of words. Sometimes, I hate that I can understand her every movement which just puts me in a difficult spot.

She sits in front of me, sharing the couch with Alex while maintaining a significant gap. I sit beside Dan on the couch kept parallel to theirs. Something pulls me away from her ever since I found out she knew Alex was coming here to get here. I haven't whispered a thing to her since then. The ride home was silent— everyone lost in their minds, having thousands of questions that didn't make it to their lips. Neither did mine.

All my questions are now blurred, the only clear desperate question that evokes a fear in me is- will you leave me to go home?

I cannot ask her even though I am dying to know. I fear the answer that's why I would avoid finding it till the very last moment.

Even now, I (or Dan) didn't ask her any questions or explanation. Both me and Dan threw ourselves on the couch. Amelia sat in front of us, silently. Alex followed Amelia home— I mean that's what he came for, to take her home. After a good ten minutes, Amelia started speaking and we are listening because she is about to answer our every question. And my most fearing one at the end. I could use that time to prepare.

“She had a hole in her heart ever since she was a kid. I thought it was nothing to worry about because it never became a serious issue regarding her health. It was just there. Out of blue, it became serious. Last month, I got a call from Rose– my sister. She told me about her condition and asked me for some amount of money because my mom had to go through a surgery.”

More silence.

“I—” Her voice cracks and then I finally look at her. All this time, I avoided seeing her face just fine. Her head is hung low as she stares at nothing. I hate seeing her like that. I have always seen her being the strongest person I have ever seen. She is confident and never gives in to fear. Hell, she was even ready to go to somewhere totally foreign to save the life of a girl she never met. But right now, she looks so vulnerable that I barely restrain myself from getting up and having her in my arms.

“I had the money that could have made the surgery possible last month. But I lied about not having any money. Rose told me the doctor had advised two months to have the surgery done and I thought it would still be alright if we do it a little later. The money I lied about was what I had saved to open a drama institute of my own. I—” She finally looks up at the ceiling, inhaling heavily to get the maximum air in her lungs. She exhales. “I became so very selfish. The money—” She again stops herself, shaking her head. “There is no use justifying it. When I found out about the death, it was through a text and the moment I read Rose’s text, I became aware of what a terrible person I am.”

That's all I needed to hear to let my second thoughts fall. I get up and stand beside the arm of the couch, I offer her my hand. “That’s enough for today. Let’s go. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

She looks at me with glassy eyes but no actual tear run down her cheek. I would have already wiped them if they had. She shakes her head. “No, Jake, it's alright. I am alright.” You clearly aren't. I wanted to say but she beats me to it. “I have to get it out.” She says but still takes my hand and intervene our fingers.

I stand there as she continues. “I couldn't handle the grief and the guilt so I avoided my family. I changed my number and lost contact with everyone. The guilt was too strong. I burnt all the money I had saved. With the little money I had left, I changed my apartment. I had only bought a new phone and settled in my new apartment when I got a message from Thomas. Duskwood was my distraction and an escape. I spent all the time thinking of the possibilities and gave a little time to myself to think of my own fucked up life.” I squeeze her hand and she squeezed right back, reassuring that she's alright.

She’s still strong, I remind myself. Her showing us her vulnerable self doesn't ultimately mean she's weak.

Dan speaks first. “So they sent him,” he points at Alex. “To bring you back home?”

Amelia nods.

I internally scream for Dan to ask her if she will go since I am incapable of asking myself. It's as if Dan gets some part of it, he looks at me. Then he nods at Amelia and then to the ceiling, signing me to take her to the room. He then proceeds to nod at Alex— who didn't notice it, as if saying I'll take care of him.

Out of all people in the group, I never thought it would be Dan I'd befriend.

I nod back at him. I stand in front of Amelia, offering my other hand to her. “You’re tired. Let’s go.” She nods without looking at me. Taking my both hands, she stands up. She actually is tired. I fight the urge to carry her upstairs myself.

Once we get out of their sights, I pull her closer to me. She wraps her hands around my waist, stopping us both from walking. I hold her by a hand on her waist and the other on her head, caressing it softly. “You did great just now. You are the strongest person I know.” I kiss her head.

“And the most terrible.” She adds. I pull back a little, only to see her face. She looks at me, showing her vulnerability more than before.

I cup her face. “You are not a terrible person for following your dreams, Amelia. You could have never known what was going to happen. You relied on what the doctor said. It's not your fault. Stop blaming yourself.”

She shakes her head, overwhelmed and slipping out of my embrace but I hold her close to me. “You are only saying that because—”

“Because I know it is true. If you are thinking that I am saying that because I care about you or love you, well, I do care about you and love you but what I am saying right now is purely the truth. And it's okay to be selfish when it comes to something you love so immensely.” I relate too that selfishness too much.

“But you,” She inhales, tearing building up in her eyes. “You walked away without saying anything when you realised that I was aware of Alex. I swear to god, Jake, I never said anything because I never thought—”

I press my forehead to hers, her lips inches away from mine. My eyes are closed still I can feel her breath on my skin. “Shh. I got a little carried away, okay? It has nothing to do with you. I just had the impression that you didn't know, that's it. I am already over it. Don’t worry about that.”

“Jake, you, you are perfect.” Though I strongly disagree with her still I smile, the happiness tenders my heart a little. Before I know, her lips are moving against mine.

I kiss her back as my hand slides down to her neck, angling it upwards. The kiss is soft and slow at first but as her lips starts moving faster, I revert the pressure. I part her lips with my tongue, taking the control, as I slowly pin her against the wall. Her hands go to my neck, pulling. My other hand slides down her curves, settles on her thigh. I push my thumb under her dress and she shivers a bit. I love how she reacts to my touch. Soon, my slightly cold hand touches her warm skin as my hand moves up her inner thigh and a moan escapes her mouth as I tug on her lower lip.

I dug my head lower, as my eyes meet her neck and before I can kiss her—

“Jake, you impatient little piece of shit, we can hear you.”

I move my head back, taking in the sight of her with widened eyes and breathless. Her rythmic breathing syncing with mine. “Let’s go upstairs.” She says, desperately. And I fear she's only trying to avoid the issue again, finding yet another escape. Her eyes are full of lust and soul. “Jake, I need you. Please.” She says with desperation in her voice. And I lose sight of right and wrong. I just want her. Need her. I have no idea what tomorrow brings and I don't want to waste as much as a second.

I nod. But then something hits me. I gesture her to move first. She walks in front of me as I take out my phone from my pocket. Till we climb the stairs and Amelia enters the room, I change the password of Dan’s email changing it to a random group letters which I wouldn't remember.

As I enter the room, Amelia snatches my phone away from my hand and before I can figure anything out, she presses me against the wall. Kissing my neck, she puts the phone on the side by table. Her hands touches my skin under my shirt and I help her remove it. Her hands wrap around my neck as she kisses me. One of her hand slides down to my chest and slowly touching the button of my pants. It doesn't stop there and moves even lower.

I am not done yet. I want to tell her but instead I grab her wrist. I glance at the partially opened door. I press her against the door, closing the door. I clasp my hand to her other wrist and move both of her hands above her head. With one hand, I hold them there, as I dug my head and plant hurried kisses on her neck. A moan escapes her mouth and I lose control letting go of her hands and grabbing her thighs. She instantly wraps her legs around my hips.

She moves her hips lower against me and gasps. Again, I find this position highly unfair to me. I don't like my hands being still. She kisses my lips again and I slowly move us both to the bed. I hover her and then I move back. She looks at me, confused. “Take off your dress before I do it in a non ideal way.”

She wastes no time taking off the piece of cloth and throwing it somewhere out of my sight. Good.

I hover her again. My lips an inch away from hers but I maintain the gap. My finger rubs against her lightly and she moves her hips, craving more. I rub my fingers against her wirh more pressure, earning waves of noises from her. Impatience builds inside her. She tugs on her underwear. And I move her hand away pinning it away her hand along with her other hand. “On my terms. Tonight,” I say against her lips. I move to her ear and whipser, “I’m in control.”

On that, she closes the gap between us and kisses me desperately. I lower my hip against her and she gasps against my mouth. Her back arches and I easily slip my hand under her back and slowly move it upwards until I find the hook of her bra. I unhook it and slide the straps off her shoulder. I remove it, throwing it somewhere on her floor. And I move back a little, taking in the sight of her half naked under me. I will never get used to this.

I let go of her hands and kiss her stomach. I touch the hem of her last clothing on her body, waiting for her to give me the needed push. Her head in my hair gives it to me.The last piece of her clothing joins the floor. I grab her thighs as I lift her hips up. I dug my head lower and lower until my lips are on her sensitive and moist part. Her hand stays in my hair, pulling my hair which only makes me go faster.

Our desires meld together and we overwhelm eachother with pleasure, forgetting a world exists outside this room.

I kiss her temple as she lies in my arms. Her head against my chest. We took shower and the smell of her hair somehow soothes me. I don't know if that makes sense.

“Hey,” I whisper in case she's fallen asleep. But she hasn't.

“Did you just call me or am I just getting obsessed with you?” She asks and I can't help but to smile.

“I did call you.” I say. “But that doesn't ultimately shut down the other possibility.” I can't see her face completely but I do see her lips curving into a smile. “Aren’t you hungry? Do you want me to get you something?”

“Wow. I just realised how hungry I am. Bring everything you can, please.” She says.

I laugh. “Alright.” As much as I hate doing it, I let go off her.

I move to the door, grabbing the knob. I almost turn it but then she stops me.

“Jake.” And I can hear the fear and insecurity in her voice. Whatever is coming next out of her mouth, I don't want to hear it. “Aren’t you going to ask me what I am going to do now?”

“I’ll get some food first.” I try to avoid but she's already on her feet. I can sense her behind me but I don't turn around. I don't want to do this.

“Jake, please. Don’t make it harder than it already is.”

My mind halts. Her words take a great amount of courage to settle in because I wouldn't be making it difficult for her if she was going to stay. I am making it difficult for her? Making what difficult? Telling me that she’s staying here is not a difficult thing to say.

But telling me that she’s leaving is. And I fear that's exactly what she is going to tell me.

Part 9

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Reap what you sow

Hello everyone!

It's been ages, but I wanted to update this story, hoping it will continue to be an enjoyable read. A hug to all, V.

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"So?"

She comes running into the classroom, her long hair pulled back in a ponytail, her smile warm as she hands you a can of coffee and opens hers.

"He said it's OK" you reply, pulling a bag of pretty, hand-wrapped chocolates from your backpack. The ones you'd bought at the trendy restaurant you ate at last night, just waiting for this moment.

"I knew it!" she exults, choosing the cherry liqueur one, "Dai-chan never lets me down!" she concludes, smiling so warmly at you and at the goodness of the chocolate that you don't have the heart to point out the boy's true feelings again.

"So now you will be seen together in public and..." she continues, lost in her romantic fantasy made of waiting outside classrooms, public kisses and dinner dates with her and Tetsu.

As if this charade were a real thing.

"No, for God's sake!" you exclaim, fiddling with the tin "For now Kuri will only know that there is a girl he's in contact with, so she can make herself even more pathetic" you smile back at her.

" Last night was so funny, seeing him so embarrassed and that nickname... A masterstroke" Momoi confides, moving her face closer to your ear as the princess enters the classroom.

" I had to play hard to get, your friend and I have nothing in common!" you tell her as you uncork the can under her gloating gaze.

"You just need to take a little time with your relationship, Dai-chan is a lot of fun once you get to know him a bit!" she tells you mischievously, laughing in satisfaction at the desperate look on your face.

Kuri, for her part, must have a radar that alerts her when anybody in the world talks about her beloved Aomine, because she goes to Satsuki to ask for useless information about league games.

" I'd like to get good seats and support the team" she explains, looking down disdainfully at the remains of your snack.

" I can always ask Sensei Shun if he has time, so maybe you can apologise to him in person" you reply ironically, once again pointing out what would have been the right thing to do, but which the champion of morality continues to ignore.

Satsuki's lips twitch briefly, you know she would like to smile but cannot, so she decides to show her sympathy in another way.

" Kuri's right, we need all the support we can get now that Dai-chan is so distracted by his private life" she hints quietly, then turns to you as if you didn't know "Last night he was so strange... Always on his phone, so moody! Then a text came in and everything was fine, right?" she asks, turning her wide eyes to those of Kuri, who suddenly becomes very serious.

" Something about his family, perhaps? He told me that he hears from his parents every night after training," the class leader suggests, so sure of her appeal to the boy that it's almost touching.

"I doubt it" the analyst smiles mischievously and nods at you both, before revealing the secret with a half-hearted voice: "He saved the sender as 'pretty', I saw it with my eyes! So it's definitely a girl!" she giggles, staring at you so that you say something, but Kuri is quicker.

"Momoi-chan, you really don't know anything about this, do you?" she asks her in a sharp tone, so different from the usual sugary version she offers her.

" Since you're so curious, why don't you ask him directly? Then you would finally have a good reason to spend the whole afternoon glued to his back!" you interject, returning the not-so-subtle accusation to the sender.

Once again you are saved by the beginning of the lesson.

Even though you think you've done quite well, there's something about Satsuki's expression that doesn't sit well with you.

She often looks at you and smiles, a half-smile you only understand when, sure there are no prying ears, she reveals it verbally.

"It may all be an act, but I'm really glad you've nailed the role" she comments, turning the pencil in her hands.

" You're no fun! " is the only thing you can say as you open your notebook and decide to give your full attention to the lesson. There is no point in explaining, clarifying or talking. Momoi has no idea that everything you do, you are also doing for her, to give her a chance to finally realise that she is the girl Dai-chan has been looking for all his life. She doesn't mean to, but her stubborn positivity will test you, because she's living proof that she doesn't notice you or how you feel. For her, it would be the fulfilment of a dream if you and her best friend became a couple, while you just want her to be true to herself to the core.

What you told Daiki in his living room the night before is exactly what you think, but also what you fear.

You just don't want your friend to realise too late that she's lost the man of her life because she still believes in the infallible nature of first love. After seeing their photos together, after he almost attacks you to claim his right to love her, after seeing how his face changes when he talks about her, you can only ask yourself one thing: why shouldn't Daiki be Momoi's soul mate?

You are distracted from these thoughts when the pink-haired girl's fingertips brush against your elbow and place a note under your nose, a torn corner of her notebook with a single word written on it.

"Sorry."

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