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how to disappear | luke castellan

warnings: betrayal, fluff, mean!luke for like five lines, extremely long, not canon, drug use and language, probably got some things wrong but it's for the plot; i sobbed writing this. (this might be my favorite piece i've ever written)

part 2: shades of cool

pairing: aphrodite!reader x luke

description: based on how to disappear by lana del rey

i. all of the guys tell me lies, but you don't. just crack another beer and pretend that you're still here.

"hey, angel," a voice startled you out of your thoughts. your feet were dangling over the pier as you stared out into the lake. you twisted your head to see luke approaching. a soft smile was on his face. "been looking for you everywhere."

"needed a breather," you said, scooting over so he could join you. "sometimes i forget how overwhelming being back here is."

he rolled his cargo pants up to his knees, letting the cool water touch his bare skin. "i get it. sometimes i wish i could take a break."

"you can, you know," you nudged his shoulder, "you're old enough to leave camp during the year. nobody would fault you for wanting to go away for a while."

he dug into his front pocket, pulling out a messily rolled joint and the pink lighter you gave him last summer. the heart you drew on the plastic with sharpie was starting to fade. he placed the joint between your eager lips and lit the end. he tried to ignore the sparks that shot up his arm when your fingertips brushed against his.

luke shrugged, "i know, but then who would take care of the kids? mr. d isn't really the model citizen."

you quirked an eyebrow, passing him the joint, "and you are?"

"better than mr. d," he let out a chuckle before taking a drag. luke closed his eyes as the smoke escaped his lips. he could taste your lipgloss. "maybe when you get your own place, i'll take some time off and visit you."

"i'm off to college soon," you said. "going to california. i got a scholarship."

"of course you did," he grinned. the weed didn't take effect yet. usually, when you smoked with luke, his brown eyes are hazed over by the effects, but while he was speaking, his eyes twinkled in pride. "didn't doubt it for a second."

"you'd leave camp and visit california for me?"

luke had a knowing smile on his face now, as if you were ridiculous for even asking that question. "'course. only problem would be that i'm broke as shit right now. being camp counselor doesn't really pay the big bucks, y'know."

you hummed. it was weird really, how camp was just a fraction of your life. your dad made sure that you could have a semi-normal life, or at least as normal as a half-blood's life could be, but not all demi-gods had the luxury, luke included. his dad made sure of it.

at first, luke despised you for it. why was it fair that you were your mom's favorite child while his dad barely cared enough to make sure he survived his failed quest? if aphrodite was his godly parent, he was sure that he wouldn't have this ugly scar on his face to remind him that he was nothing but a failure. she would stitch him up and make sure that he was okay.

this is not to say that luke liked any of the gods; he just preferred aphrodite above all of them. she gave you to the world, after all.

"what else is new?" he prodded, passing you the joint again after his third drag. "anything else exciting happen in your life since last summer?"

"nothing much," you coughed slightly. you didn't smoke unless you were at camp with luke. "just the usual senior year things, i guess. graduation, prom, you know."

"no, i don't know, actually," he laughed, "well, i know the idea of it. did you decorate your graduation cap? did your senior year live up to your expectations? did you have a date to prom?"

"yes, yes, and no." you pretended not to notice how luke's shoulders relaxed at your answer. "i did decorate my grad cap. my dad has it framed with my diploma. the design was my college's logo. i didn't have a date to prom because i didn't really like anyone at school. i would rather take a date i actually enjoyed the company of."

"that's fair," luke said. he took another hit from the joint. you watched the smoke evaporate into the air, the smell of weed surely sticking to your clothes. "tell me about your senior year."

"it was fun," you said, longing on your face. "it's weird to think that i'm kind of on my own now. after camp, i'll be shipped off across the country to take classes for some bullshit degree that i probably won't need because i won't make it long enough to see the workforce."

luke chuckled at that. it was morbid, sure, but he would be lying if he said that that reality wouldn't be a possibility. he didn't like to think about it much, the idea of you dying, but the life of a demi-god was unpredictable. he's surprised he even made it to eighteen.

you continued, "but i got to be a kid and i'm thankful for that. i just can't stop thinking about how this is my last summer here. i'm eighteen now. i've aged out."

"you can come back, you know," luke said. these summers with you were the only thing he looked forward to each year ever since you first arrived. "i'm still here."

"that's because if you step a toe out of this camp, they'll find you," you said, although you knew luke knew this already. he was powerful. he would attract monsters left and right and he'd be putting himself in jeopardy if he left. your suggestions for him to visit you were more wishful thinking than anything. in those moments, you let yourself pretend that you and luke were normal, that nobody would be trying to kill you if you tried to watch a movie at a theater or something.

"fair," he offered you the last hit, but you shook your head. you already felt your head spinning. "beth wants to go to college, too."

"does she?"

"yeah," he put out the joint on the wooden pier. neither of you spoke as the flame was extinguished with a sizzling sound. "told her to talk to you. you know more about it than i do."

"i'd love to talk to her. i think she'd do great in college."

"she would," he smiled, sadly. his eyebrows furrowed in thought. his mouth opened and closed a few times, like he was trying to find the right way to frame his words. you sat in silence patiently. he gulped, "i feel like everyone is moving on without me."

luke propped his elbows on his knees. he looked across the lake, watching the sunset turn into a pink horizon. he couldn't look at you while he spoke. "don't get me wrong, i'm so proud of you for leaving this place. and i'll be proud of annabeth when her time comes, but i think i just hate the fact that at the end of it all, i'll be alone. everyone in my life has a life outside of this, but i don't. this is it for me. i don't know what it is about this place, about this life, that keeps me stuck here, but i am."

you weren't stupid enough to correct him. you both knew the gods had a plan for luke. it was something bigger than the both of you, though neither of you truly knew what it was; but it was always this looming dark cloud above him, a second shoe waiting to drop. luke tried to ignore the feeling most days, but sometimes, he couldn't help but feel himself get pulled into the darkness; like in these moments, when reality hits him a little harder. you probably won't be back after this summer.

"well," you placed a hand over his own. he flipped his hand over to hold yours properly. he still wasn't looking at you. "let's just make the most out of this summer, yeah? think about everything else when we get there."

he squeezed your hand, "yeah."

ii. met me down at the training yard, cuts on his face cause he fought too hard.

"castellan."

luke winced, not because of the pain of the open cuts on his face, but because of the tone of your voice. that voice meant that he was in trouble.

he mustered up the courage to smile weakly at you, trying to ignore the droplets of blood that spilled from his open wound. "hey, angel."

"don't angel me," you hissed, marching to him. you grabbed his face gently, inspecting the damage. "what were you thinking?"

"i was thinking the kid was a bitch."

"castellan."

he cringed, "sorry."

"what happened?"

"i haven't been getting much sleep," luke whispered, "nightmares are back."

you sighed, picking up a cotton ball soaked in alcohol. the apollo kid who was tending to luke earlier was smart enough to leave the room when you walked in. you muttered half-hearted apologies as he hissed in pain. "i'm sorry to hear that, but that's not the answer i was looking for."

"he was just talking shit," luke said through gritted teeth. whatever the ares kid was saying must've been really bad because you could feel luke's anger rising again. you rubbed his back slowly until he calmed down. "don't wanna talk about it."

"okay," you resigned, finally wiping away the final remnants of blood off his face. you stared at him; even with an open lip, red bruises, and flecks of blood on his face, luke was still beautiful. he plopped his forehead against your stomach, wrapping his arms around you to pull you closer.

this was common with luke. he acted all big and bad around all the other campers, but in your presence, he turned into this; always looking for comfort, always touching you somehow, like he was finally allowed to breathe. you cradled the back of his neck as he let out shallow breaths, leaving feather-light kisses on his crown when you thought he wouldn't notice them. he always felt them, but he never let you know that he did. he was afraid you'd stop doing it if you found out.

"how bad are they?"

"bad," he sighed, eyes closing. he tugged on you to bring you even closer, though you didn't know how that was possible at this point. "haven't slept in days."

"why didn't you come find me?"

"your sisters don't like it when i interrupt their beauty sleep."

"why didn't you tell me sooner? i could've stayed in the hermes cabin."

"it's gross in there," he laughed. "you deserve to sleep on your soft bed in a cabin that smells like fucking roses, not on my cardboard thin cot in a room that smells like sweaty socks."

you lifted his head up to look at you, "yeah, it's pretty bad in there."

luke snorted, finally letting you go, but a hand stayed connected to your hip. he played with the loose thread on the hem of your shirt. "i still won, by the way."

you cocked your head, "huh?"

"the fight," luke's cocky smirk was back on his face. "you should see the other kid. if i'd been well-rested, he wouldn't have been able to land a blow."

you smacked his shoulder, laughing as you fell onto the bed beside him, "shut up, castellan."

"there it is," he mumbled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. he was so close to you.

"what?"

"castellan," he mimicked your voice, but there was no mockery there. he said it like he treasured it, like he was trying to memorize the way you spoke. "you're not mad at me anymore."

it was hard to stay mad at luke. the longest you'd gotten mad at him was when he didn't choose you for his quest. he stood outside the aphrodite cabin the entire day before he was set to leave, begging for you to let him explain. you were too stubborn, too hard-headed, to listen to him. when you were sure that he was gone, you finally left the aphrodite cabin to find a letter from him tucked away under the welcome mat.

you kept the letter, but you never opened it. it wasn't until he returned from his quest, on the brink of death, that you opened it. you were sitting beside his bed, eyebags darker than ever that even your mother couldn't salvage you. your eyes were stained red from crying so much.

in his letter, he explained how he didn't want to put you in danger, how he would never forgive himself if something bad happened to you because of him. your insecurities just got the better of you. you always feared that people saw you as shallow, like you didn't actually have the skills to fend for yourself. many people had misconceptions about the aphrodite kids, but not luke. luke knew that you were incredible. you just didn't resort to violence as quickly as he did.

you felt stupid then, even now, you regret how you treated him before his quest. you hated yourself for how you acted. he never gave you a reason to doubt him, to not trust him; you should've known that he had his reasons. you hated yourself for even questioning him for a second.

luke pulled you into his chest, allowing you to cuddle into his neck. the beads of his camp necklace rested beside your temple. you reached over to play with them, letting the beads thump against his collarbone when you let go. you felt luke twirling strands of your hair around his finger, gently undoing the knots that formed at the ends of your hair because of his antics. you lay there in silence, just enjoying the presence of one another. you felt luke's breathing even out, a sign that he was drifting off.

luke's words from the pier bounced in your head then. did he think that you'd forget about him after you left camp? as if you'd forget about this, about him. a life without luke castellan became unimaginable when you met him when you were fifteen. there was no version of your life that didn't have luke in it.

it was foolish to think that way, you knew that. it was stupid to let someone have a hold on you like this, demi-god or not. even your friends from home warned you about being so attached to luke, though in the version of events you told them, the stakes were much lower. to them, he was just a boy you see at summer camp a few months out of the year; he was just another hometown boy that they urged you to forget when you moved away to college so you could live your life unrestricted.

but luke wasn't just that to you and you knew you weren't just that to him either. there was something between the two of you that was hard to explain, but didn't need an explanation at the same time. even your mom noticed it. she let you know once to tell luke to stop praying to her to give you a sign whenever he missed you.

"i can't keep making flowers bloom whenever he misses you," she wrote, "it wouldn't make much sense for flowers to bloom in the winter, my child, or for flowers to bloom every second of the day."

sometimes, though, on particularly hard days when you'd miss luke, your mom made exceptions. you'd find bunches of hibiscus growing within the cracks of the sidewalk of new york city on your way home from school.

you knew luke was thinking about you then. just the thought of it made your day better.

iii. i know he's in over his head, but i love that man, like nobody can. he moves mountains and pounds them to ground again.

luke didn't know what you'd say if you found out. well, he did know, but he deluded himself into thinking that you'd listen to his reasons, that you'd actually understand why he did what he had to do. maybe you'd even join him.

percy had left camp with annabeth and grover for his quest yesterday. the air at camp felt different since percy was revealed to be a forbidden child. luke, as much as he tried to keep his resentment for the gods at bay because percy was hard to dislike, the poor kid just wanted to save his mom, felt his blood boil when poseidon claimed percy.

he hated the gods, this wasn't new, but luke struggled to understand how he was supposed to feel. he saw so much of himself in percy. he thought of his mother; her hugs that he hadn't felt since he was nine, the taste of her burnt cookies that he hated at the time, but now he just wished he could taste the burnt crisps on his tongue one last time. he even missed her frantic mumbling in the middle of the night.

luke saw a version of himself in percy, the version that had a chance at happiness. luke hated it.

it was too late, anyway. the plan was already in motion. his allegiance to kronos was set. kronos visited him in his dreams often. luke stopped calling them nightmares because nightmares are only nightmares if they happen once in a while. what made them bad dreams was when they were compared to good ones. he didn't have those anymore.

luke hadn't slept much since he stole the bolt. it was easier to think about you, about the happy times, when he was awake. he smoked more now. it helped sometimes. he would pretend your lipgloss was still on the tip of the joint and that you were beside him on the pier, trying to get away from all the noise of camp.

as he walked toward the hermes cabin, smiling cordially at the younger campers who beamed at him, he saw the corner of a pink bag against his bed. his face dropped. luke stopped in his tracks, clutching the beads of his necklace.

you weren't facing the door. your back was turned while you folded the sheets on his bed. he saw you spray perfume on his blankets. he could almost smell the sweet fragrance from where he stood. it took all his might not to run to you and hold you in his arms. it's been months since he last saw you, since last summer. luke's hands fell to his sides before he twisted his body to turn the other way.

he went to the one place that gave him comfort. with his cargo pants rolled up to his knees, he watched the sun fade into the dark sky. there was no pretty sunset tonight. luke didn't think too much of omens, but he figured that was a bad sign. and when your soft footsteps thumped against the boards of the pier, he was certain that it was.

"you damn near running away from me when you saw me was not the reaction i was hoping for."

luke closed his eyes and took a deep breath. out of habit, he moved a bit to let you take your usual spot beside him. when he opened his eyes, he was met with the face he'd thought about for months. a kind smile adorned your lips. you looked different. your skin was a deeper shade, no doubt due to the california sun; your lips were pink and torn apart, like you'd been chewing on them; but your smile was the same.

"what are you doing here?"

"sorry i was late," you said, sheepishly. you played with the small braid in your hair, "i had to move out of my dorm so i had to take a later flight."

"i thought you weren't coming back," luke replied.

"heard there's a war coming," your voice sounded small. luke knew why. he'd listened to you talk about the dreams you had for yourself for hours over the past summers. the idea of an impending war meant that those dreams would take the backseat and you'd have to fight before any of them could come true. "is it true?"

"percy, a forbidden kid, poseidon's, is trying to make sure it doesn't happen."

"do you trust him?"

luke felt his heart crumble in his chest. how cruel is he to keep you in the dark like this? when the only thing you needed to feel okay was to hear that he trusted the kid meant to stop the war?

luke's voice was hoarse, "yeah, i do. beth does too."

"okay," you placed a hand on his thigh. luke stiffened at your touch. you pulled away, embarrassed. "sorry."

"don't apologize," he placed his hand next to yours. he could feel the warmth of your skin. "i've just been on edge."

"it's just me, luke."

he didn't know how to tell you that that's exactly why he was on edge. it was you. the girl he'd been in love with since he was fifteen. the girl he told everything to. the girl who knew him so well that if you were to touch him for longer than a second, you'd know everything.

this summer, for the first time since he met you, he was glad you didn't show up to camp. he knew that the minute you were in front of him, he'd tell you everything and there was a chance you'd want nothing to do with him after it. that was something luke couldn't handle. but now you're here, looking at him like this like his actions just hurt you.

"'m sorry, angel."

"you're acting different, luke."

"'m sorry."

"i don't need an apology," you said. "i want to know why."

luke rubbed his face with his hands, "i don't know, okay?"

"you're lying to me," you were frowning now. luke was angry. he wasn't angry at you, he was angry at the whole situation, but it didn't matter. he was taking it out on you.

"gods, angel, can you just-- not right now," he groaned. you got a good look at him. his eyes were tired, shoulders slumped like he'd been carrying a weight on his shoulders with no reprieve. "i don't really feel like talking."

"you don't have to be mean about it."

he didn't feel like himself anymore. he would never talk to you like this, but there was something in him that made him snap. luke scoffed, "i'm not being mean, you're just being so pushy right now."

you blinked, pulling your hand away from his. shivers ran down your spine, "luke, what the fuck?"

"what?" he stood up. you followed suit. under the moonlight, you saw how dull his brown eyes were. they no longer carried the same glow when he looked at you. luke's eyebrows were furrowed, eyes narrowed, "i just can't handle this right now, okay? can you just drop it?"

"i'm just trying to talk to you!" you raised your voice, disbelief on your features. you walked towards him. holding his face in your hands. he was crying. you wiped away his tears. "i just missed you, okay? i just wanna talk to you because i haven't gotten to in months and i'm miserable."

he let out a shaky breath, your touch grounding him. he felt himself coming back to him. he nuzzled his cheek in your palm, kissing the flesh there as he mumbled apologies into the night.

"i missed you so much," a sob escaped your lips. luke didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around you, continuing his train of apologies into your ear. you continued, "i-i thought that you'd be happy to see me because i've been counting down the days until i saw you again and i just thought that even though the world was falling apart, we'd be the same. it's always been us, you know?"

"i know."

"and then you avoid me and run away from me and i just needed to see you, luke. i needed to talk to you."

"i missed you, too," he confessed. "so much, you have no idea."

"you have a funny way of showing it," you joked through your tears.

luke laughed. it shocked him. it was like he had forgotten how to. he hiccuped, removing one hand from around you to rub the tears away from his eyes, "come on."

selfishly, he ignored the pit in his stomach. he allowed himself just one more day to have you like this. as he lay on his bed, he held you close to him. he was overwhelmed with how much you filled his senses; the smell of your perfume, the feeling of your lips ghosting on his chest as you told him nonsense stories from college, the sound of your quiet giggles when he made some stupid joke, the look on your face in the dark, staring at him.

an unfamiliar feeling took over his body, rest, he realized it was, a while into lying in the darkness with you.

"i love you, you know that, right?"

luke didn't trust his voice anymore. he pulled you closer, hoping that that was enough for now.

iv. think about those years as i whisper in your ear. i'm always going to be right here.

"i love you."

you turned your head at the sound of luke's voice. camp was in disarray. percy was badly hurt and annabeth was frantic, sobbing about how luke was behind it all. you ran away after hearing it.

you didn't want to believe it, but it was annabeth. she wouldn't say that about luke unless it was true. you knew it killed her just the same to accept it.

"what are you doing here, castellan?"

it felt like a dagger was plunged into luke's heart. he'd heard his name leave your lips in different ways over the years; jokingly, angrily, but never like this. disappointment.

"i couldn't leave without telling you," luke licked his lips, keeping his distance. he was pressing his shirt on the spot percy broke skin. he looked down at his feet, "couldn't leave without letting you know that i love you."

"why did you do it?"

"i don't know."

"okay," you walked towards him. "when did you get so comfortable with lying to me?"

"angel," he sounded broken. "please, don't do this."

"you were wrong, by the way," you said. "you're not stuck here anymore, but i don't think the place you'll end up in is any better than this."

luke was silent.

"go, luke," you whispered. "don't make it any worse than it already is."

he nodded. this was it. you watched as he disappeared into the dark.

you were too preoccupied with your thoughts to notice it then; your mind was plagued with worry, but in the gaps of the wooden pier, a single hibiscus flower bloomed under your feet.

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crestfallercanyon · 6 months

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I think Ian would love when Mickey takes long showers.

The rest of the Gallaghers try to complain, and Ian would shut that shit down immediately. Mickey rarely does something so self-indulgent that isn't, y'know, a violent impulse. This is something that no one else gets to see, this isn't Mickey putting on a toughness show, this isn't anything but Mickey taking care of Mickey and Ian loves that for him. Wants him to have that for as long as he can.

Because here's the thing -- Ian remembers the filthy dirty boy he used to fuck in the Kash and Grab.

While Ian never judged Mickey for it (hell, who hasn't experienced a water shut off or heater shortage in Southside?) he knew that Mickey experienced it worst than most. Half the neighborhood called Mickey smelly for fuck's sake, it was well known that Mickey was not clean.

I also imagine Mickey had to fake-it-til-you-make-it in feeling okay with being that dirty. He stopped taking frequent showers or bothering with any hygiene products because he knew the Milkoviches only had so much hot water (or water in general). Terry got first dibs because if he didn't get what he wanted then his piss-poor mood would dictate how everyone's day's went.

Then, Mickey gave next priority to Mandy. Mandy's a girl, which when he was younger didn't really mean anything to him, until she came home wildly upset about being dirty, about how all the girls wouldn't stop pointing out how awful she smelled, how she got her period and the bloodstains were still in her clothes and she didn't have enough water to clean them out but she didn't have any more clean clothes, and fuck, Mickey realized girls were fucking mean when it came to shit like that, and Mickey never wanted her to deal with that ever again. After that, Mickey made sure Mandy had enough water to stay clean, to be orderly, because Mandy cared and Mandy deserved to feel good about herself.

If his brothers were home, they'd get it next, because they somehow always smelled worse than Mickey did. However, that was rarely a problem, and a lot of the time after Terry and Mandy they didn't really have much left in the tank anyway.

So Mickey learned to not care. Not care about being gross and disgusting and feeling itchy at times. To smell clothes and while it was sharp to his nose it was whatever. So something gave him a rash once, he can fucking live. Everyone seems to look at him like he's even more dangerous when he's filthy, so it comes with its own perks, right? Who cares if some nights he couldn't really sleep. He's a kid, and who fucking cares, he's probably not living that long anyway.

But as Mickey starts having more people care about him (and care more about himself in turn) things change in his head. Even when he comes back in season 7, he is nowhere near as covered in dirt as he was when he was young. And while some of this can be chalked up to not being a kid anymore, that's certainly not most of it. The self-loathing he had no longer manifests so outwardly, he's no longer living in a burn out and die young mindset, and he's got people who he gives a shit what they think about him. He wants to try to like himself the way other people (Ian) likes him. Which means being fucking clean.

So he starts to take long showers. And he realizes that, yeah, he likes the feel of having hot water on him, melting the day away. Likes having the assurance that he can have this without being covered in blood and needing to medically clean out the wound (if he'd even do it then). He likes... taking showers. Being clean. Having clean clothes. And Ian, of course, notices.

So, when Ian can hear Mickey taking a shower, and taking his fucking time and actually taking care of himself, Ian freaking loves it. Doesn't let anyone bother Mickey about the water, doesn't let anyone tell him what soaps to use or not use. It's all for his disposal.

And when Mickey's done, Ian will open the door and join Mickey in with the steamy bathroom. Before Mickey can utter a single word about it (most days he'll try to crack something self-deprecating, not quite broaching sorry but as close as he usually gets; on particularly vulnerable days he will try to genuinely apologize) Ian kisses him. Tells him he smells good. Tells him he looks good. Ian's a big fan of positive reinforcement. He's also a big fan of the smile on Mickey's face when he's feeling good about himself.

Ian of course wishes he could get Mickey to feel good about himself every day, but, it's a work in progress just like everything else. Mickey's got to unlearn a childhood built on the belief that he was barely worth garbage. That takes time. Ian gets it.

An easy place to start, though? Enjoying when his man takes his long hot showers.

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aryxchse · 1 month

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HEYAAA AND CONGRATS ON 400 ♡

could i get love talk with percy jackson and a daughter of apollo. idk smth from angst to fluff. maybe u could write smth with tall reader included?? her feeling insecure? friends to lovers?

i really don't know, but whatever you'll write will be awesome !!!

you wanted to turn into a ball of sadness.

you, the sunshine of the camp (quite literally), the joy, the laughter, everything nice, was quiet all day. your siblings asked you what's wrong, your friends asked you whats wrong, but you waved them off with a simple 'i'm tired.'

even the sun was not shining bright enough, matching with your mood. even your dad could say something is wrong with you too.

the problem was... nothing actually. maybe you were tired, or you were becoming bipolar. you didn't know. but you wanted to be away from anyone else until you find the light inside you again.

the light being percy, of course.

he entered his cabin as usual, just coming back from his classic surfing session. he left the board leaning to the blue wall as he shaked the water from his hair. he didn't saw you at first; because you were under his blue blankets, hugging yourself like a newborn baby.

he hummed one of the songs you writed for him as he entered the shower, taking the sticky feeling of the salt water off.

you did heard him, but you waited until he found you.

after a quick shower, he get out from the bathroom dressed, ready to chill in his bed until you arrive. the moment he opened his blanket, he jumped.

"holy hera!" he yelped, hands resting on his knees as he realised it was you, who were a giggling mess right now. maybe the real sunshine was percy, the boy who always made you laugh through everything.

"hey," you said, smiling. he looked at you, he wanted to be angry at you for making him jump like that, and in normal circumstanses he would pull out the riptide; but the way you smiled made all of his thoughts go away.

"hello my serial killer." he said, already joining you in his bed. he take you in his arms and peppered your hair with kisses, taking off the chillness of the water with your warm body. you immediatly hugged him back, smelling his signature scent; salt water.

you chuckled at him. "where have you been?" you asked, even though you knew he was surfing every sundays. you just wanted him to talk away your problems with his rambling. you only needed his voice in your head.

"y'know baby, just surfin' and all," he murmured to your hair, kissing the place again. he loved how you smelled like the early hours of the morning, and he can't even express this out loud. you had a smell like summer, fun and childish. it was like his own drug.

"you gonna tell me why you were in my bed, all curling up?" he asked you, already knowing you were having a shit day. "or are we just going to cuddle? you know both is fine with me."

you knew of course. your boyfriend was the best when it camed to lighten your mood.

"i don't even know what's wrong myself," you mumled, voice coming out as a muffle since you hugged his bare chest tightly. "can you keep talking? it helps." you spoke quietly.

"of course baby," he kissed your hair again. "hmm, what can i say.. oh! i saved a little kid from drowning today." he told you as he pulled away a little to see your expression. you immediatly gasped and asked him what happened.

as he excitedly told you about the little adventure he had with the little boy, using all of his body to make it more realistic, you smiled to yourself. the sun shining all by itself is a fucking lie, you thought. and percy was definetly the proof of that. because if he wasn't in your life to cheer you up, you probably wouldn't even shine again.

#sorry to replie too late baby i didn't know what to write!#i hope you like it #i love writing daughters of apollo fr #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #arya's 400 follower event #percy jackson series #pjo hoo toa #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson headcanon #percy x you

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lovehypegirl · 29 days

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CHILD OF THE DARK KNIGHT HERO

synopsis: Master Diluc and the one who's learned his trade pairing: platonic!diluc x gn!reader, slight angst to lots of fluff notes: reader has a Vision at one point, may be ooc wc: 0.4K warnings.ᐟ slightly dark at the beginning, mentions of kidnapping, child neglect and abandonment, child labor and human trafficking

✦ As a child, your mother had abandoned you and your father was never present

✦ Inevitably she found a way to get rid of you by leaving you in the woods and 'promising' that she'd some back - which she never did

✦ Eventually, the Treasure Hoarders snatched you off the side of the road and brought you to their camp and forced you to work

✦ They made you carry their heavy stuff or work with the miners

✦ Soon, there were some 'dirty' Fatui who were doing more than patrolling the area, they were buying children for labor...and you were one of them

✦ You had managed to get out of the establishment and run far off and out of their clutches

✦ When Diluc was returning from a business venture, he found you hidden behind a large tree

✦ He coaxed you into his carriage to bring you to his home. It took quite a while but he didn't give up on you

✦ It took forever for you to allow the maids to clean you up but Diluc told them to follow your pace and flow

✦ The maids were happy to do so since Diluc had no children and they were excited to care for a cute little kid

✦ You received your own room and your meals were brought to you until your injuries healed

✦ Diluc made sure that you received the best clothes made from the best fabrics, the most nourishing food, and he always gave you a hot water bottle that was wrapped in a thick cable knit yarn to ensure you were warm when you slept

✦ After a while, you were well enough to wander around the manor, Diluc stayed out of his office more to make sure that you would feel safe in his home

✦ Sometimes he would leave for a long period of time but he would always come back with lots and lots of gifts - he loves to spoil you, he feels as if you deserve such treatment

✦ It took about a year for you to warm up to him but it happened and after your child brain had gone through, he understood that all you needed was the reassurance that he would protect you

✦ You began to get closer to him and would join him in his office at times, you ate meals with him, and would follow him around in the vineyards

✦ He would sit at your bedside and read you stories after he tucks you into bed

✦ A few times as a child you've climbed into his bed to hide from nightmares and he always welcomed you

✦ He had no problem playing dress up and would gladly be the princess

✦ As you grew, he hired the best private tutors to teach you and give you the best possible education that any child in Mondstat could receive

✦ After you saw him practicing with his claymore in the training grounds, you pestered him to teach you how to use the same type of weapon

✦ At first he was unsure given your weak state but you followed him around for two months with a promise to be careful

✦ This spiraled into you wanting to become a knight and he was a little hesitant due to the possible influence from Kaeya but he agreed and thus began your training

✦ On a side note, your education began to turn to commerce, economy, and business

✦ Since, y'know, he planned to have you inherit the winery

✦ You had begun to join him on charity events in the other nations, galas/balls, business meetings and the like

✦ He tries to keep you away from Kaeya's antics but that didn't work out when Kaeya tried to give you a sip of wine at the dinner table

✦ On the topic of Kaeya he loves you

✦ He brings you to Mondstat with him with Diluc is busy (much to Diluc's chagrin)

✦ With Diluc's guidance, you graduated at the top of your class as a knight and was inducted straight into the Calvary

✦He was so proud of you when you received your Vision

✦ He slowly begins to pass his work onto you to prepare you to take control of the winery

✦ He gives you a position at Angel's Share as a bartender when you become a teenager

✦ Kaeya always gives you a very generous tip when he comes to the tavern. He's tipping 80% instead of 20%

✦ Weekend evenings are spent in the fields surrounding Dawn Winery having picnics or on the water behind the manor

✦ He teaches you how to mix simple drinks and pats your head when you get it right

✦ Additionally, he lets you braid his hair while he does his work

✦ Just you standing on a chair behind him with his hair full of clips and braids

✦ There are little touches of you all around the manor - the portrait of you and him that hangs above the mantle in the sitting room, the vases of flowers that you picked on your adventures outside, the books that now occupy once empty surfaces, a smaller jacket next to his by the front door, the stuffed toys that are sometimes left in the sitting room on accident, and wooden swords that are left by the stairs or in the hallway

✦ Compared to when he first found you, it's like you're a family now

✦ He really did raise you well

#hypegirlwhispers #genshin impact x reader #platonic genshin impact #genshin x reader #platonic genshin x reader #diluc #diluc x reader #platonic diluc #platonic diluc x reader #genshin #genshin impact

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 8 months

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AITA for not letting an autistic kid join my group?

Okaayy this requires a LOT of backstory so bear with me on this.

I am 16F and the kid in question is 16M. I shall call him Tyler. I've known Tyler for like 3 years, never really been friends with him but he has been in my classes many times. Tyler is very blatantly autistic, which means it's very easy for people to pick on him. Other kids will be dicks to him and rile him up because they think it's funny. I am also nd but am quite good at masking so I don't get picked on but I am still a loner. Y'know the stereotypical quiet kid. Last detail to note about Tyler, he never does any of the classwork. Every time I have been in class with him he has just watched youtube on his laptop and will not do the work unless a teacher forces him to. This is important to note for my first major encounter with Tyler when I was 13.

There was a group project and everyone had to pick a partner to do a presentation, standard school stuff you get the gist. Me and Tyler ended up being the last ones left so we got paired together. The problem was that he did not pull his own weight. I had to sit with him and slowly walk him through the stuff we had to do for the project. Then I told him I would do X part of the project and he would do Y part of the project. He agreed and I went to work on it. The next day I asked if he had done anything, he hadn't. I sympathized with this because I also have executive dysfunction and very much struggle with completing things so I told him it was fine, he just had to work on it today and to send it to me once he was done. So I got home and waited for him to send me his part of the project but of course, it never came. So I ended up having to do literally EVERYTHING myself at the last minute. I went to the computer room to finish it at break time and lo and behold who do I see but Tyler in the computer room watching youtube. I gave him a firm telling off because I was hella pissed that while I was stressing out trying to do a group project by myself he was doing fuck all. He obviously felt bad but I was still rather pissed. So on the day of the presentation I did something admittedly very petty in that I forced him to do his part in the presentation despite him never seeing the presentation before. So he obviously struggled a lot. But that was that and I was quite certain I didn't want to work with him again. Flash forwards a bit, he tries to sit with me. I don't want to be an ass so I let him. The thing is that he was completely clueless about all the work so I ended up having to be like a surrogate teacher, walking him through everything. Again. The thing is, I couldn't get my own work done if I was stuck being Tyler's tutor. I was like "Fuck this. I'm not his teacher! I'm not even getting paid for this!!" So I started actively avoiding sitting with him so I could actually get shit done and he seemed to get the hint.

Now, to the present. He happens to be in the same class as me and asked if he could be in my group and I ignored him. I felt bad about it but I did not want to be handholding this kid. He seems to be actively trying to get my attention and trying to interact with me but I am just not interested. Especially since he seems to think that doing things like flicking water at me or slamming doors in my face is a good way to get my attention. I've tried to make it very clear I don't like this behaviour but he keeps doing it. In the most recent incident he randomly poked my back when I was crouching down to pick something up. I really hate being touched so I snapped at him but I feel guilty about it now. I feel like I could've handled it better because he clearly doesn't pick up emotional cues very well. And clearly he's just lonely, which I get but I feel he burnt this bridge a while ago and is just blasting the remains with a flamethrower.

So tumblr, AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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bee-writessstuff · 2 months

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Home Run

Authors note:

Hi, I hope you like this there will be more to come. Also, I don't own little Pootis that belongs to @quazies.

- Bee

The sun had just begun setting now, starting to cast a warm glow to the shop. It was almost closing time. You were helping a man with a flower arrangement he wanted for his wedding while his son scoped around your shop like it was his new adventure.

You showed the man examples and some references with some flowers he was interested in.

You heard the bell chime atop your door, to immersed in the man infront of yous order you didn't check to see who entered.

Once the man was finally finished with his order, his sin joined him at the counter. The boy looked at you, and you handed him a flower pot with a pipe cleaner sunflower that looked like it was growing from dirt.

The boy smiled brightly, showing his missing tooth. "Thank you, Ms.____"

"It's no problem, sweetheart," you said, returning the boys smile. "Have a nice night," the father said, taking his sons hand. "You too."

You waved at the pair before greeting your next costumer "Hi what help you with today-"

"____!!"

"Hi," you said with an awkward smile. "You're here, you're ok? I thought you...?" You shook your head, answering his question.

An orange figure on his chest caught attention. A bird was sitting in a baby carrier that's slumg on his chest.

You raised a brow, looking at the bird. " Who's that?" Confused Jeremy looked to your line of sight." Oh, Pootis? He's kinda like my son or whatever."

Pootis looked at you with a curious look. "Looks like you've been busy," you said, casting a sad expression grabbing one of the flower handouts for the kids.

Jeremy mirrored your expression, looking down, scratching his cheek. Pootis gave his "mom" a concerned look, looking at both of you confused at the situation.

You sighed, picking a lily of the valley you handed it to Pootis, patting his head.

Pootis looked at the flower with admiration, chirping a thank you.

This brought Jeremy's attention back to you both looking at each sporting a somber expression. "He's adorable, you know."

"Thanks, uhm, it's been y'know kinda lowsy back at the Tuefort without ya." You chukled, looking at the bird and seeing how was fairing with the flower you gave him.

Jeremy was honestly glad you weren't looking at him right now his face and ears were flushed. He watched you pinch Pootis' cheeks lightly before grazing your thumb on his cheek.

He smiled lovingly at the scene before him. He really did miss your presence, nothing, had really been the same since you left.

No one even touched your room, leaving it the way you left it, only for someone going in to clean it when needed.

"You should really come and visit sometime with this little guy again or even with the other merces."

This pulled the man from his trance. Looking at you again, he smiled. "We would love that."

This made him ecstatic he'd finally be able to spend time with you again, and you'd finally get to know Pootis. It felt like a dream come true for him.

Thanks to the help of Jeremy and Pootis, although he did try to eat the flower foam a few times, closing up went a lot faster.

Locking up the front door, you stood outside holding Pootis in your arms with Scout to you left.

"I'm sorry, I should have sent a letter or something," you said with tears starting to form in your eyes.

Pootis saw your sad expression and hugged your arm that made you smile a little.

"It's alright, I-I'm just glad that you're ok and all." Jeremy stuffed his hands in his pockets, looking at the floor trying to hide his flushed face with the flap of his hat, which would have worked if his ears didn't go red too

"I'm glad I got to see you too, Jeremy. " Jeremy just gave you a dopey grin, "I-I mean yea, why wouldn't you be glad?" Pootis looked at him like he said the most atrocious thing to you.

When Jeremy looked up and saw Poootis' face, he straitned his posture. With an awkward caught, he scratched his neck with sweat drooping from his forehead.

"Well, I uhm just'a hope this won't be da last time we see eachother." Jeremy turned his face away from you.

His words made Pootis sighed in relief. At least he wasn't as dumb as he thought. You placed Pootis back in his baby, not before kissing his cheek and wishing him good night.

With a smile on your face, you looked at a flustered man you couldn't help but fall in love with time and time again.

You kissed his cheek, making him short circuit. He gave you a dopey grin flashing his gapped teeth in the process, making you smile more.

"Good night, Scout." That brought him back to his senses. As much he did want this to end, he knew he had to, but there was always tomorrow.

"Good night, Rabbit."

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mozzarellamuppet · 7 months

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Pinetober- Take One

(Pinetober is where I write down small drabbles themed around pining for the month of October to antagonize my friend @bigoltrashpile for shits and giggles. Hope you enjoy since they finally convinced me to post some of them)

Movie Night: Sans Undertale x Reader

Beep

beep beep

mmmm

Absentmindedly listening to the microwave buzz as you look at the fossilized marshmallow stuck on the inside of the microwave from the time you and Sans made peeps battle in the microwave, neither of you really liked peeps but they were expired from easter and had to have some purpose.

So they fought to the death for your entertainment, exploding in the microwave after getting stabbed by a toothpick by their fellow peep.

Good times. Messy microwaves.

You only halfway zone out through your memories to make sure you don't burn the pop corn, listening to the pops like a vulture. Sure Sans would eat burnt popcorn with enough ketchup added but you prefer non charcoal popcorn.

It's nice that you and Sans get to spend time together, ever since that machine he tried using as a generator when the power went out went haywire, things got hectic with the amount of alternate universe versions of him and his brother now lived in the house til the machine was fixed.

If it ever got fixed.

Taking the hot bag of corn out of the microwave before it burnt, you opened the bag to pour it out into a bowl, trying to pick out the unpopped kernels from the bag, Sans would probably try eating them.

Holding the bowl with one arm as you grab the bag of random assorted candies and a bottle of ketchup you and Sans picked out for cheap earlier, can't have a movie night without stomach ache inducing popcorn mixes after all.

"i did"

"got the snacks ready?" Sans peaks into the kitchen, offering to help you carry the snacks but you lightly smack his hands away. "c'mon bud, just wanted to help, can't butter ya up if i ain't helpin somehow"

"Glad you could pop in to offer assistance but it takes more than that to fool me into handing you the snacks before the movie starts" You playfully bump your hip against him as you pass by him, making sure not to spill popcorn as you do, starting to head into the living room and look at the blank couch. "Thought you said you were going to set up the pillows and blankets?"

"Where??" You look at him and he seems confused why you're looking at the couch, the living room was the only place with a tv?

"oh, not here, set them up in my room" Smiling at the confusion on your face, Sans takes the lead up the stairs, you following behind, opening the door to his room to reveal

A tv mounted on his wall across from the wall his bed is on, blankets and pillows put across the room and a towel on the foot of the bed to put the snacks on. When did he get a tv???

Chuckling at your confused expression, Sans sits down on the bed, scooting over to make room for you, patting the spot next to him. "i got it cause the others kept fighting over what to watch for movie nights and stuff, less arguments when i can watch the documentaries and comedy specials i want to when i got my own tv, y'know. plus means we can go back to hanging out, watching tv with just us two, bad commentary, puns, and all"

You join Sans on the bed, "You just don't wanna have to walk back to your room after a movie night" playfully nudging against him as you place the snacks down on the towel.

"that too." Noticing Sans had already put down two bottles of soda on the towel, in your rush to get snacks you forgot to get a drink for yourself.

"Oh, I forgot about that, thanks dude"

"no problem, figured you forgot again and didn't want to extend your little ritual of taking forever to settle down anywhere"

"Oh c'mon I'm not that bad" You say, still not fully settled down. Sans chuckles as he pulls you up to snuggle against him. Your head laying against his chest, a lazy arm thrown around your upper back as Sans rests his head on top of yours. Sans clicking at the remote as it pulls up the Halloween baking show you've both been binge watching together recently.

"Oh lord, here we go"

"yep, here we go, bad puns and you losing it over bitchy contestants and judges"

"I'm a fair ass towards them, they're all snobs" You can't help but relax against Sans as his hand starts to absentmindedly rub your back. It's been forever since you two got to hang out with just you two and you missed it.

Not to mention you had developed a little bit of a massive crush on him, but you knew Sans didn't like you that way.

But that's ok, you're fine just being friends.

Missing how Sans sends you loving looks each time you make a smartass remark towards someone messing something up on the show, hoping you noticed how his bed is cleaned and he picked out your favorite blankets from your room to make you comfier.

It isn't much but it's at least a little effort to try and impress you, anything to make him feel like he might be somewhat in your league.

#undertale #self insert #undertale x reader #sans undertale #sans x reader #sans undertale x reader #undertale imagines #skelsowrites #pinetober

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tiredly101 · 1 year

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Red means love

Pairing: Tall Joker!Wally Darling x Short Librarian!Male reader

This was decided by this post

Summary: You just casually went to your shop, your little piece of heaven, where one of the most dangerous criminal sees you and that criminal just, quite literally, falls head over heels

DC Crossover Illustrated Au, Welcome Home is a City like Gotham but y'know a tad nicer-

Life on Welcome Home wasn't easy, much less for pretty boys like M/n but he managed as best as he could. He managed to buy his own shop, sure it was quaint compared to the massive building but unlike those it was homey, it felt safe; which is why so many people would go there with a coffee and just enjoy the silence or curl up with a book in one of the couches M/n's library offered.

Because of this little shop, this library, offered something so rare as comfort, safety and homey feeling it was also very frequented by Welcome Home villains and superheroes undercover who put a blind eye to each other since they both came to that place for the same thing: peace of mind.

Keeping this in mind M/n didn't have a problem hosting the criminals in his library as much as he would have thought but he loved helping out one in specific. The famous Joker, charmingly smooth talker and highly dangerous, M/n and him met because he fell on his face while walking in the shop. Of course M/n did not know he was the Joker, he knew this guy as Wally Darling and Wally fell quite quickly in love with M/n's soft smiles and both beautiful personality and face.

Wally knew it was foolish, that he shouldn't love M/n since he could be a distraction, could be used as leverage against him but those beautiful eyes, those soft smiles, the angelic voice, the perfectly beautiful everything M/n possessed captivated him and slowly he was loosing himself further into the hole his twisted mind resided in.

"All because of that warm smile M/n has"

Part one is done! Let me know if you want to join the tag list!

Tag list:

@urmomisaqt420 @waywardstardustcollector

#welcome home #wally darling x reader #wally darling x male reader #tiredly jackie writes

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dvskf4llz · 10 days

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Hellooo!! I've just recently seen your works and I absolutely LOVED the way you write!!!

Could I perhaps request a rendog x gn!reader (first pov would be okay w me :D) where the reader has a hard time opening up to people so they really struggle with giving their honest feelings about stuff

The hermit would be constantly asking them favors n all and they just get reaaaaallyyy overwhelmed with all of it, Ren notices this and immediately confronts the hermits about it with the reader. The hermits then lower the amount of favors they ask of the reader

And in the end Ren is proud of the reader and ends the day with giving them cuddles and kisses!!

(I'd like to be ☁️ anon if you don't mind)

Remember, always take care of yourself!!! Your not obligated to write stuff and get it out as fast as you can if you're not doing well!! Health comes first <3

Ofc!!! I'll be calling you cloudy from now on!!!

I'm proud of you.

𝓡𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓰 𝔁 𝓖𝓝!𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭ader

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Summary: In where the Reader struggles to struggles to speak up for themselves, their lover - Ren notices and decides to help them out

Type: Fluffy, romantic oneshot. 2nd POV

Warnings ⚠: nothing rlly just fluffy stuff ^_^

Proofread: nerp

my god I need to get a better posting schedule 😭😭 I deprive yall of posts way too much 😥

I made this during when I was half asleep so ignore how short it is and some mistakes

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You had problems with standing up for yourself and being honest with people since you were just a child, you tried your best to overcome it, but it was no use.

Ever since you joined Hermitcraft and becoming close with the Hermits, they would ask you favors constantly, you always had a hard time saying no. You would always do their favors, even if it would end up putting you in danger from time to time, you really couldn't say no.

For a whole week, you were doing favors for different Hermits with no break at all. You didn't have time to fix up your base a little and organize it, you wanted to add some stuff to your base but you barely had any time.

At the end of the week, you had came back home, tired as ever. You were absolutely just ready to pass out right then and there, of course you didn't though because you'd rather not fall on the floor. As you walked inside while closing the door behind you, Ren would be watching you stumbling across the room. He was very concerned for you, wondering why you seemed so tired as you flopped onto the couch.

Ren would step away from where he was originally standing and heads over to where you were, his figure looming your limp figure. You were awake, just too tired to move. Ren would stare at you for a few seconds before speaking up

"What's gotten you so tired?" Ren asked curiously

"Constant favors from the Hermits." You replied back with a muffled voice, your face having buried in one of the couch's pillows. You were too tired to even turn around to speak to Ren currently, you'd just have to hope he heard you. Ren stared at you for a few more moments worriedly before lifting you up in his arms

"You're going to hurt your back y'know." Ren said as he carried you to your guys' shared room, seemingly having no struggle to carry you

"I know, that's why you're here to carry me." You responded back teasingly, weakly chuckling as you cuddled up into Ren's arms. Ren would sign and roll his eyes playfully before opening the door to the bedroom, walking in and setting you down on the bed.

He then headed over to the closet and grabbed the most comfiest pajamas you owned and handed it for you to change in, since he was respectful he turned around as you changed. If you thought it was fine, he still refused to look at you. He respected you too much. When you were done, he had no hesitation to lay down next to you and start giving you soo many cuddles while you fall asleep in his arms. Eventually, he ended up sleeping too while feeling proud of himself for getting you to sleep.

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Next day came around, and to no surprise Hermits asked you even more favors. You had barely any time to yourself at this point, you could absolutely just not take a break. You seriously just wanted to spend time with Ren, not looking for some dripstone. But you didn't complain, you just kept going because they were your friends. Ren on the other hand, also missed you and wanted to help you out a bit.

So when you finally got just a few minutes for a break, Ren gathered the Hermits up and "kindly" told them lower how many favors they ask you everyday (in reality he just spoke to them passive-aggressively and maybe threw in some threats, nothing too bad). The Hermits agreed and everything was okay now, so Ren headed back to where you had been and told you to get some more rest.

You were definitely confused as to why the Hermits hadn't been asking you a lot of favors after that, you did not know of anything at all. Eventually, you would find out from a certain hermit accidentally telling you what Ren did which lead you to asking him about it.

Once you do ask your lover about it, all Ren would just say is: "Oh yeah, I helped you out a bit and got the Hermits to ask less favors from you." as he cooks you guys a meal. You were thankful and extremely relieved, but it did feel a bit odd for you since you had gotten used to doing multiple favors. It was definitely gonna be a bit hard to adjust back to just relaxing, but at least Ren's there to help you.

By the time Ren finishes cooking and you two start eating, you'd finally be able to just have a nice conversation with your beloved for once. It felt quite nice to have quality time with loved ones, especially with the man you loved oh so dearly. When one of you would ramble about stuff, the other would just simply listen happily.

When the two of you were done eating, you two cleaned up everything and agreed to go straight to bed. Why? For cuddles of course! Ren's cuddles and hugs were just always the best really, they always made you safe and warm. Plus, his forehead kisses would just absolutely make you melt.

So when the two of you got in bed, Ren did not hesitate to pull you close and start cuddling you. He'd be peppering your face with kisses, he just missed you so much. You had to gently push him away to stop him before you practically turn into a puddle, Ren would just laugh about it for a while before continuing to cuddle you in silence.

At some point, Ren would break the silence as he had something to say to you

"You know, I don't say this often but.. I'm really proud of you, sweetie. You've dove a great job." Ren whispered to you, giving your cheek a kiss before laying his chin ontop of your head. You had paused for a moment, a sense of warmness and comfort came to you as you heard the words 'I'm really proud of you'. You were certainly not used to having people say those kinds of stuff, it almost made you cry a bit(ignore this part if you don't cry when it comes to moments like these.). Ren had to wipe the tears away from your eyes to prevent you from crying, now who would want their sweet love to be crying?

Ren would add in a little joke just to make you smile before you drifted off to sleep, and eventually, him falling asleep aswell. The two of you in each other's arms, sleeping peacefully with a smile on your guys' faces as you finally got the rest you really needed..

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Waowwww!!! You got to the end! Congrats! So uh- yes I disappeared for more than a week and I apologize sincerely, but I'm back now!!! It's literally like 11 pm for me and I forgot to post this yesterday so uhh yeah !!

I don't have much to say aside from the thing I always say which is...

Always take care of yourself mate!! Go eat, go sleep, go take a shower and be yourself! Love you guys sm /p

Have a good day/evening!

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run-me-through-but-not-like-that · 1 year

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Something Steady

Summary: Izzy Hands just seems to attract infamous pirates, knowing a side of them that others don't. First Blackbeard, knowing about his melancholies, and then you, knowing your soft heart.

"Having some young blood aboard would be good for morale. Give the lads some motivation, something to look up to, y'know?" Calico Jack continued, no matter how many times you had told him to shut up and make himself scarce. You had lost count at this point.

"Fuck off, Jack. I'm not joining your ghost crew," you grumbled, forehead pressed against the sticky bar top of Spanish Jackie's, your patience running thin.

"Not even as my first mate?" Jack offered, leaning down to try and catch your eye.

"If people think I'm sailing with Captain Rackham, they'll wonder what the fuck happened to me," you scoffed, pushing back on the barstool and sitting up straight.

"C'mon, I thought we were buds," he pouted, feigning a look of hurt, placing his hand against his chest.

"Pirates don't have 'buds'. We just have people we haven't fucked over yet," you reminded him with a roll of the eyes.

"You already fucked me over, remember? I'm being gracious enough to look past it," Jack pointed at you accusingly.

"You're still hung up on that?" you asked sarcastically, smirking a little.

"You turned my crew against me, and you weren't even part of the crew!" he threw up his hands. You wondered if he was going to pull out the 'the owe me' card to try and convince you. It wouldn't work anyway.

"As if it was hard," you rolled your eyes. "Anyway, I've got my own things going on, Calico," you waved him off.

Calico Jack was about to respond with a snarky comment, it probably would have been best for you to have just not engaged him at all when he first slipped up to the bar, but went quiet as he glanced over at the door.

"Oh fuck," he huffed, looking defeated, "not gonna be able to talk you into it now."

Your brows furrowed in confused, Jack wasn't one to accept defeat easily. Following his sulking expression, your gaze landed on Izzy Hands, who was wandering into Spanish Jackie's.

Turning back to Jack, you raised an eyebrow, "got something to say?"

"I've been paying for your drinks and Pretty Izzy is going to walk in here and-" Jack began to complain but you were quick to silence him, driving your blade into the surface of the bar right next to his hand.

Jack stared down at were your blade was embedded in the wood, less than an inch over and you would have taken a finger. "You got a problem with him?" you questioned.

"'course not," Jack huffed.

"Then fuck off, bud," you snarled.

Jack frowned at you for a moment. The two of you hadn't met often but every time you did, Izzy was usually around, and the way your mood could change at the blink of an eye still surprised him.

His expression turned mischievous. "Izzy!" Jack sat up straighter, grinning and waving the shorter man over.

"Jack," Izzy nodded, his greeting short as he approached the two of you.

He was tense, more so than usual. Something was going on with him, and that made you tense as well.

"What the fuck are you doing with him?" Izzy asked, looking to you now.

"I was just trying to enjoy a drink when this sad sack wandered over with job offers," you told him with an annoyed huff, side eyeing Jack.

"Come on!" Jack was frowning again, clearly annoyed with your dismissal.

Izzy turned back to Jack, steeling himself slightly, "Jack, we have business to discuss."

"Do we now?" Jack cocked an eyebrow, turning interested. Leaning back against the bar on his elbows.

"Well that can't be good, what's going on?" your concern only grew. Something was wrong and Izzy was asking Calico Jack for help, it was worse than you thought.

"Must be pretty bad if you're coming to me," Jack mirrored your thoughts.

"It involves Blackbeard," Izzy didn't need to say anymore, it told the two of you enough to know he was being serious.

"Fuck," you muttered.

"He alright?" Jack asked.

"Need to get him back on the Anne, I have a plan. Just need you to-" Izzy's attention was solely on Jack, as if he knew what to expect from you.

"Absolutely fucking not," you downed what was left of your drink and stood from the barstool. Izzy just squinted at you, knowing he couldn't stop you from saying what you had to say and unable to be mad at you for it. "If this is about Blackbeard and you're turning to Calico Jack, you've lost your damn mind. I won't let you do whatever the hell you're planning," you protested.

"You don't even know the plan," Izzy muttered.

"You're not thinking straight, you're going to do something drastic. Something stupid that you can't come back from," you told him, like it was something obvious. For anyone who knew Izzy well enough, it was completely blatant and he knew it.

"Right, 'cause you're always so level headed," Izzy retorted but you just rolled your eyes.

"Relax, Jack can handle it," Jack smirked, always up for a stupid plan. It's the only reason you didn't cut him off completely. If you had a suicide mission in the future, you could rely on Jack to offer his help for cheap.

However, you wouldn't let him help put Izzy in danger. Before the two men could blink, you had your knife out of the bar top and pointed at Jack's crotch.

"Get the fuck outta here, Jack, or I'm taking the whole thing. We all know it's what's most important to you," you threatened. With him, threatening his manhood was far more effective than threatening his life.

Jack opened his mouth to say something but stopped himself. The thing was, he knew that you would do it if he pushed you, you've done it before. And he believed that you would do even right here, in the middle of Jackie's. Who knows, maybe she would start a new jar...

"Fine, whatever, I'll fuck off," Jack agreed, he wasn't completely stupid. "Come find me if you still need a hand, Hands," he shot Izzy a wink, clearly finding himself hilarious.

"I'll come scrape you off the floor of whatever shithole you end up in," Izzy promised sarcastically.

Calico Jack rolled his eyes but took his leave, feeling your glare on his back until he was out of sight.

"Right, you're up to something dumb, I'm getting us drinks," you huffed, sounding a little exasperated but far more fond.

You got two drinks and corralled him over to a table at the back of the room so you could speak privately.

"What decent type of plan involves Jack?" you asked, your judgment palpable.

"Just needed him to get Edward off of the ship," Izzy huffed, well aware that going to Calico Jack for help was not a good sign but he didn't need you to rub it in his face.

"Alright, start from the beginning. Something is wrong, I can tell. What's going on?" your expression softened slightly, your real concern shining through. You had told him that seeking out Jack was stupid and now you were ready to just help him out.

After taking a generous drink, Izzy told you everything about Edward's recent boredom, Bonnet and Revenge, and everything he put up with on that ship. You listened intently, not interrupting, as he told you about his duel with Bonnet and his own banishment from the ship. You had to bite down on your tongue to stop yourself from asking why Edward hadn't stopped it.

Then he told you about his new plan to sell Bonnet to the British while getting Edward away to safety.

As he finished his little tale, you nodded slowly. "Oh, okay. So, you have lost your mind," you concluded.

"Fuck off," Izzy scoffed.

"You want to work with the British?" you questioned, not giving him time to answer. "You hate the British. You hate the British even more than I do. I wouldn't piss on them if they were on fire, and you want to give them Bonnet?"

"It's not about the British, it's about keeping Edward and what remains of our crew alive," Izzy defended himself. He didn't like involving the crown anymore than you did, but one of their officers would pay good money for Bonnet's head.

"Look, if this is what you want to do, fine. You know I'll be there by your side when you do it to make sure you don't get yourself killed, but...it's a terrible idea," you told him. "But seriously, Edward just let you leave, didn't even argue. And he could, he's Blackbeard, he could have said 'uh no, my first mate stays', but he didn't. And you want to save his ass? I'd kill him," you asked, wishing you knew what was going through Edward head as he allowed Izzy to leave the ship.

"You are not going to kill Edward," Izzy said sternly.

"Uh, yes I am. He might not stand up for you but I'll slit his throat for treating you like that," you told him, as if you hadn't made that clear during your time knowing each other.

"Just have to get Bonnet out of the way and we'll be back to normal. He has Edward's mind all twisted," Izzy shook his head, not wanting you to get involved in a way that puts you or Edward in danger.

"Edward's mind has been 'twisted' for a while. You go through with this plan, with the goddamn British, I'll come with you but I'm killing Edward first chance I get," you shrugged. He can kill Bonnet or get him killed, same thing, but you would kill Edward.

"You are not killing Edward!"

"I'll give it my best shot, at least get a good maiming in."

"Not going to happen."

"Then let's make a deal," you suggested, "you don't sell anyone to the British like a fucking traitorous bastard, and I won't kill your precious captain."

Izzy sighed, dragging a hand over his face. "What is your problem with Ed?"

"Didn't have a problem at first, respected him. He's Blackbeard. Don't like how he's been treating you though, especially after everything you just said about the Revenge," you told him simply. Personally, you had nothing about the man but nobody, not even Blackbeard, gets away with harming your Izzy in any way, shape, or form.

"Don't know what the fuck happened to us," Izzy confessed with a tired sigh.

You frowned a little, feeling genuinely sympathetic for him. Edward was his close friend, perhaps the only person he would consider a friend, and he felt tossed to the side.

"Let's sail together, Iz. We could be fucking legends, rule the fucking seas!" you grinned, putting excitement into your voice in an attempt to get some optimism in the grumpy first mate.

"We don't do this to rule anything. We do it to survive," Izzy muttered, shaking his head at you.

"Easy for you to say. You've already done it," you huffed, "you and Edward created Blackbeard, you've already owned the sea. Not my fault you didn't take advantage of it."

Izzy rolled his eyes, probably thankful for the slightly change of topic. "I'm guessing Calico Jack was sniffing about asking you to be his first mate?" he asked, having heard that Jack was trying to put together another crew.

"Man doesn't know how to take no for an answer. I'm not going to work for that drunk. Even I couldn't make him the next Blackbeard," you scoffed.

"Legends aren't always what they seem to be," Izzy sighed with the weight of experience.

"Yeah, that's why you're considering working with the fucking crown to make sure Edward remains Blackbeard. Because legends don't matter."

"Bonnet is going to get him killed. Get all of us killed, we've already lost some good men."

"We're fucking pirates. We get killed," you muttered in that way you did when you didn't believe or didn't like what you were saying.

"Can at least try to prolong it. I've survived this long, not going to die because of Stede fucking Bonnet," the hatred he held for this Bonnet was clear enough, you couldn't doubt it for a moment. Then his expression softened slightly, letting out a small sigh. "Look, I get it. I'm old salt, I've done all that shit, now I just want to keep seeing the days come and go, but I've been there. You reminded me of Ed when I met him. Relentless, unstoppable. When he first became Blackbeard, that fire in his eyes. I see it in you. Even Ed has tired of being Blackbeard, has begun resenting the legend we built. I know the importance of it but...just find something fucking steady," he advised.

You thought over his words for a moment, wondering if he thought the Queen Anne was something steady and then Bonnet and the Revenge came along.

"Ain't nothing steady in this life," you mumbled into your mug.

"I don't know, you've been pretty constant to me," Izzy shrugged, making you smile a little to yourself.

"Yeah...yeah, guess you're constant. Kinda steady. Always reliable," you agreed, placing your drink down.

"If all you want is to build a legend, grow tired and bitter when that's all you have left, than fine. Just want you to learn from my mistakes," you wished he didn't sound so sincere, then you could have just scoffed and waved him off. But Izzy was always sincere with you, wasn't it? Always let you be safe to be sincere with him.

"What other option do I have, Iz? Never cared for legends but I've learnt that it keeps you alive. It's kept you and Ed safe, you've said so yourself. People think you're untouchable, so they don't even try," you sighed, running a hand over your hair.

"People already know who you are and I don't believe your name will die with you. Just know how to choose your battles," Izzy nodded slightly, understanding your point of view. It was about survival.

"And if I wanted to find something steady, where the fuck would you suggest searching for it?" you asked, meeting his tired gaze.

"You're right about the crown, it's a stupid idea. Bonnet has been...unbelievably lucking since taking to sea and Edwards a goddamn genius, they'll manage to turn it against me. I'm going to go back to the Queen Anne, try to make amends with Edward, maybe return to the Revenge if he asks me too. You could come with me," Izzy decided, offering you a place by his side, and how in the world could you refuse that?

The two of you did arrive on the Queen Anne, Izzy being welcomed back by the crew he was so familiar with and nobody questioned him when he said you would be joining them. They just demanded to hear some stories from you that night over drinks.

The Anne had a fine crew. Yeah, they were the usual rough and tumble lot that usually occupied ships but they were pirates, after all. However, they weren't cruel or overly violent among themselves even if their bloodlust for a new raid was more than obvious.

You got along with the crew just fine, only getting into an altercation with one of them when they made a comment about you practically being attached to Izzy's hip. They didn't bother you about it after that.

It was a couple of months later when they got word from the Revenge, Blackbeard sending for his first mate to join them again.

You had given Izzy a look as he read the letter, one that was clearly not in Edward's hand since he didn't know how to write, and Izzy had been quick to dissuade you.

"You're not fucking killing him."

"I won't!" you insisted defensively. "As long as he's good to you, Iz," you added quietly with a playful smirk.

Izzy had just sighed and shook his head at you. He couldn't talk you out of it, he knew that, but he could hold you back when you decided to lunge at somebody.

He didn't even consider not taking you to the Revenge with him.

The two ships anchored beside each other, allowing Izzy and you to disembark the Queen Anne and step foot aboard the Revenge. The crew of the Revenge were up on the deck, as were the two captain. It was their responsibility to welcome the first mate back, after all.

"What's this, Iz?" Edward asked, striding towards his first mate, eyeing you. You just gave him a smile, knowing it would be getting under his skin.

"Picked them up at Jackie's, they signed up," Izzy explained, omitting certain details.

"They signed up?" Edward asked, obviously suspicious. He was still watching you instead of Izzy.

"I got offered a position and I took it," you shrugged, "I'd be happy to discuss it with the captain, or...captains."

Edward looked at Izzy, the two of them sharing some sort of silent conversation. "Fine. Fuck, fine. Best behaviour though, we're doing things differently here, okay?" he pointed at you, a threat in his eyes, but still agreed to letting you stay.

"Did they used to work for you, Ed?" Bonnet asked curiously, joining the four of you as the crew watched on.

"God no," Edward said at the same time you said, "fuck no."

Edward glared at you for that response. "Must have fell onto some hard times, looking for a new crew at Jackie's," he hummed but you didn't take the bait.

"I wasn't looking for a crew, I was looking for a drink. I just so happened to get a couple of offers while I was there," you rolled your eyes.

"What are you up to then?" Edward asked, seemingly hoping to catch you out.

"Not that it's any of your concern, I have some things happening. Good men, better deals. Don't have to worry about me," you assured him with a tense smile.

"Then why would you join a crew?" Edward squinted suspiciously at you. Either you were lying, or you were up to something. Surely.

"Because Iz offered my the position," you shrugged, like it's obvious.

Annoyingly, it was obvious, and Edward truly believed that you only took the job because it was Izzy offering it. You always had been weird about him.

Edward was used to some hero worship, being Blackbeard and all. He knew that people respected Izzy as well, he had earnt it over the years, but you worshiped no legend. Blackbeard might have as well been a washed up corpse for all you cared, at least when he was stood beside his first mate. Izzy though, whatever you thought about him was something completely different.

Izzy was Edward's friend, they clearly have some things to work on but they have been mates for a long time. Of course, Edward believes that Izzy deserves respect and acknowledgement but whatever it was that you had going on, he didn't understand.

"Will they be staying, Ed?" Stede asked, seeming to pick up on the tension between the three of you.

Edward took a breath, looking between you and Izzy before coming to his final decision. "Yeah, guess so. We'll see how it goes," he nodded.

Stede nodded in understanding before turning his attention you, smiling politely. "And you are?" the co-captain asked.

"Y/n L/n," you introduced your self with a nod.

"Wait, The Y/n L/n?" Black Pete spoke up, eyes widening slightly. Now that he thought about it, you did match some of the descriptions he had heard. The more realistic ones, of course.

"The very same," you nodded.

"Holy shit, babe...the actual Y/n L/n," Pete leant towards his boyfriend, attempting to whisper but his words carrying across the deck.

"Babe, I don't know who that is," Lucius whispered back, at a loss as to what is going on. Only knowing that clearly, you, Izzy and Edward knew each other some how.

"Is it true you torched Captain Low's ship?" Pete asked, ignoring the tension that Lucius was aware of.

"Yeah, he was being an asshole. Plus, he didn't think I would, so I had to prove him wrong," you told him with a small shrug, that was a while ago now.

"That was fucking stupid, he was so pissed," Izzy chastised you under his breath. He remembered hearing about that a couple months after it happened.

"But you should have seen his face when he saw the fire," you grinned at him, "plus, the fucker had a fleet. He won't miss one ship."

"It was his favourite ship," Edward hummed.

"And now it's not," you shrugged, not caring much if you had upset Low. He would get over it.

"And you're probably at the top of Low's shit list," Izzy added.

"Oh no, whatever will I do?" you asked sarcastically. "Let him come for me, this time I'll take his ship for myself, start a cute little fleet," you joked, at least partially.

Normally Izzy would comment on the arrogance but, well, so far any arrogance you had displayed had turned out to be justified. If you said you were going to do something, you did it. Izzy knew that Edward hated that as well, as if they hadn't been the exact same way.

A couple days aboard the Revenge passed and you had settled into Izzy's cabin, once he got it back to the way he once had it anyway. You were slowly beginning to get to know the crew, Pete and Roach being the most eager to hear some stories from you.

"Spriggs!" Izzy's voice rang across the deck, making you turn and watch on curiously. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Uh...supervising?" Lucius answered, sounding unsure. The scribe was leaning against the railing, next to the propped up mop. A mop, he should have been dragging over the deck like The Swede was.

"Get to swabbing the deck," Izzy ordered.

"Well, actually, Iggy, that's not my job," Lucius huffed, folding his arms over his chest and cocking his hip out slightly.

You were crossing the deck as soon as you heard, "Ig-"

"It's your job if-" Izzy began but you were already on it.

"What the fuck did he just call you?" you asked, appearing out of nowhere. Your question was directed at Izzy but you stared right at Lucius.

Izzy sighed slightly to himself. He should have known you were lingering around somewhere, and he definitely knew you would have come running at the first sign of disrespect. "Leave it," he told you.

"Iggy? Was that is, man?" you raised an eyebrow at Lucius.

"Just...just what we call him sometimes," Lucius replied nervously, unsure of what to say or where to look. He didn't get effected by Izzy's threats anymore, knowing they were empty. Blackbeard wouldn't let him harm any of the crew. You, though, were a different story. You had made it clear that you didn't care much for what Blackbeard would prefer. Lucius couldn't trust that you wouldn't make good on any threats you made.

"Right and Blackbeard lets that blatant disrespect slide?" you asked.

"No corporal punishment anymore," Izzy informed you.

"Not even when they actually deserve it?" you looked to him, face scrunching up in confusion. Izzy just shook his head. "Docking pay? Halving rations?" you asked.

"Bonnet wouldn't like it," Izzy said as if that was enough of an explanation.

Taking your brief moment of being distracted, Lucius tried to slip away but you saw the movement out of the corner of your eye.

"Scribe, your first mate did not dismiss you," you pinned him in place again with a glare.

"You aren't even my superior!" Lucius huffed indigently.

"No, but I also don't care if I upset Bonnet or Blackbeard," you told him, confirming his concerns. "It's not punishment if another member of the crew just so happens to feel you deserve a stabbing," and there was the threat.

Lucius' eyes widened as he looked between you and Izzy. He couldn't believe he was relying on Izzy to help him out of this. Seriously, of all people!

Izzy wasn't much happier about it either.

"Alright, that's enough," Izzy broke it up. "Spriggs, do something fucking useful. You, come with me, I've got a job for you," he shot Lucius a look that told him not to argue and nudged your shoulder to get your attention.

"Yes sir," you nodded, making sure to send Lucius a glare before following Izzy down into the ship.

"They all call you shit like that?" you asked once the two of you were alone in the passageways of the ship.

"Yeah, sometimes. It doesn't matter," Izzy shrugged, seeming resigned to it.

"Edward is your captain and your friend, does he know?" you asked but Izzy just shrugged. "If you told him, do you think he would do anything about it?" Surely he would, right?

"Nah, probably just say they were messing around. He wouldn't want to upset Bonnet," Izzy was assuming but he definitely sounded like he believed it.

"Well, that's bullshit," you scoffed, feeling that familiar protective anger bubbling up in your chest. "I get it, you can't disobey your captain. I'll handle it for you," you assured him.

"Absolutely not. You're supposed to be staying out of trouble," Izzy warned, coming to a halt and grabbing you by the arm.

"Oh, so they can all take the piss but I have to bite my tongue?" you asked with a huff.

"You aren't biting your tongue," Izzy deadpanned. You hadn't held your tongue since you board the ship, made it clear to Edward that you weren't currently his biggest fan, made Lucius aware that you were willing to draw blood should you think he deserves it. "Just no killing or maiming," he conceded. As long as you kept your blades to yourself, he could make sure the captains didn't get too upset with you.

"What sort of pirate ship is this?" you muttered. You had raided merchant ships more like pirates than this lot.

"I ask myself that everything goddamn day I spend here," Izzy muttered right back, releasing your arm and continuing your journey through the ship.

You ate most of your meals with Izzy, either in the galley after the crew ate or in his cabin. Today though, you were eating dinner with the crew. You sat at the end of the bench, your attention more focused on your food than the conversations taking place.

Admittedly, you hadn't made much of an effort to integrate yourself with the crew and you knew that anything they thought of you was more based on stories than anything. Though, you were self aware enough to know that threatening the scribe didn't exactly make you popular.

Frenchie was sitting opposite you, pushing his food around his place and shifting nervously. You could feel the way he kept glancing at you.

With a heavy sigh you lifted your head and looked over at him, only for him to advert his face. "What?" you demanded.

"Uh...nothing?" Frenchie shifted again, staring down at his food.

"You don't sound too sure about that," you encouraged, leaning towards him slightly.

Wee John nudged him encouragingly, the two men sharing a look, some sort of silent argument before Frenchie sighed and looked at you again. "Is it true?" Frenchie asked.

"Is what true?" you cocked an eyebrow.

Frenchie shifted again. "That...that you ate a guy?"

In an instant, your gaze darkened, making Frenchie fidget with his hands.

"I heard you just showed up in a cloud of smoke and fire one day, like a demon," Wee John added, recalling one of the tales that Black Pete had told him.

"Are you a witch?" Frenchie asked, eyes widening in concern.

"For fucks sake!" you snapped, slamming your fist down on the table.

Everyone at the table went silent and still, Jim watching you carefully, obviously ready to attack or intervene if needed.

"People are so fucking stupid and-" you began to seethe, fingers twitching to reach for your dagger, but you paused when you saw the look on Frenchie's face.

It was clear that he wasn't taking the piss. He wasn't smirking, his eyes weren't glinting with sadistic excitement. He looked worried, downright afraid.

You took a breath, soothing yourself. "...you really believe all that stuff?" you asked, voice softening surprisingly. The crew weren't sure if that should be comforting or worrying. Frenchie nodded, still looking nervous. This time your gaze softened. "Alright look, Frenchie. People make stuff up. Blackbeard, yeah? He doesn't really have smoke for a head or glowing eyes, does he?"

"No, guess not..." Frenchie nodded slowly, understanding what you were trying to say.

"I'm not a demon or a fucking witch, just a goddamn pirate, yeah?" you sighed and he nodded again, more sure this time.

"And did you...y'know..." Frenchie began to ask vaguely, still clearly nervous about something.

"Eat a guy?" Wee John asked more bluntly.

"No!" you huffed, frustration quickly seeping back in. You took a moment to look around the table, seeing that everyone was watching carefully.

"I was on a raid, I was still just starting out. I got over powered, pinned to the deck with no weapons on me. In moments like that you do whatever you have to do, you know? Act on instinct more than anything. So, yeah, I bit him. Tore his fucking throat out. But I didn't fucking eat it," you told them the true story, the one that had started that godawful rumour.

The crew nodded but didn't speak, seeing that this rumour seemed to bother you.

"But rumours grow and you have no control of it. When everything died down, there I was with blood all over my face and a guy with a chunk taken from his throat. Some of the lads started telling tales," you shrugged, "I corrected them at first but people will believe what they want. I hate that goddamn rumour but...it make people afraid of me, and that's best for my survival. Eventually stopped correcting them."

"Why, uh...why explain it to us then?" Oluwande asked and it was a fair question.

"You guys are shit pirates, not worried about it," you smirked a little, attempting some playfulness with them. You turned back to Frenchie with a more sincere look. "You don't have to be afraid of me," you assured him before looking over the crew one more time. "Unless your a dick to me or the people I care about. Then, yeah, you have a reason to worry," you warned, only partly playful.

"Are you going to kill Izzy, then?" The Swede asked, the question sounding genuine.

"Excuse me?" you turned to him, your tone and expression darkening again.

"Well, uh...he's a dick," Black Pete stated, even when Lucius elbowed him in the ribs.

"He falls into the 'people I care about' category," you explained simply. Pete when to say something else but quickly thought better of it and shut his mouth, not wanting to put himself on your back side. "Understood?" you asked, looking around the table.

Everyone nodded, some slowly and some more frantic.

You nodded in return before turning back to your meal, finishing eating before leaving the galley.

You were up on deck, checking the knots in the rigging, when you noticed Izzy and Lucius speaking. Retying a weak knot, you watch the two men.

Lucius was speaking with a smirk and Izzy looked annoyed, his anger clearly growing by the second. Finishing up the knot, you turned away from the rigging and walked over to the two of them.

"Really, Iz? You sure you don't want to be sketched?" Lucius asked, leering at the older man.

You frowned, knowing what he was talking about. You had walked in on him sketching Wee John and Izzy had told you about the time he walked in on him sketching Fang.

"What the fuck?" Lucius squeaked when he felt a cool blade touch his throat.

"He say no?" you asked lowly, pressing the blade a little closer against his skin, making him lean back to avoid it.

"I, uh...I mean..." Lucius stuttered.

You rolled your eyes, looking at Izzy instead. "You turn his offer down, Iz?"

"Fucking obviously," Izzy sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"There you go," you turned your attention back to Lucius, "he said no, fuck off."

"Maybe...maybe take the knife away first?" Lucius suggested, trying to sound casual but his nerves making his voice tremble.

"Work around it," you sneered.

"You really need to start watching yourself, Spriggs," Izzy warned and Lucius nodded, the best he could without nicking himself on the blade anyway. "Alright, with me," he looked over Lucius' shoulder, meeting your gaze.

You nodded, pressing the blade a little harsher against Lucius' throat before pulling it away completely, letting him scramble away.

Waiting until the scribe was out of sight, you followed Izzy down into the ship, not speaking until you reached his cabin.

"The boy is trying to get himself killed," you huffed as you closed the cabin door behind you.

"Give it long enough, even he'll learn," Izzy assured you. The crew hadn't been the best at learning things since he and Edward arrived but Izzy just assumed that was because they were lazy, they would learn what not to do if their lives depended on it. Surely...

"They don't respect you," you said, the corner of your mouth turning up in a slight snarl.

"Obviously," Izzy sighed.

"Deserve better than that, Iz."

Izzy didn't think he would ever quite get used to that, the way your entire demeanour would soften when it was only him around. After his first meeting with you, he never would have thought you could show so much softness. But after you gave him that first glimpse of it, Izzy knew he wanted to see it again, wanted to fucking nurture it and give you a space to be soft. To be soft with him.

"It doesn't matter," Izzy insisted, aware of how tired he sounded. "What about you, you alright here?" he asked. So far you hadn't had many complaints about the crew, no complaints that weren't about the way they treated him at least.

"Yeah, it's not too bad. I am close to killing Lucius though, needs to leave you the fuck alone," you muttered, nose turning up at the mere thought of the scribe.

"Jealous?" Izzy teased, raising an eyebrow at you.

"Of him? He's not your type," you chuckled, slipping your arms around his waist. His arms wrapped around you as you let out a sight, just melting into his embrace.

After pressing a kiss to his jaw, the two of you kicked off your boots and fell down onto the cot. Admittedly, Izzy felt drained by the crew and he appreciated having you around and coming to his defence.

As naturally as ever, the two of you cuddled up together, both of you needing to relax.

"My offer still stands by the way, we could sail together, you and me," you murmured into his neck, running your fingers through his hair and listening to his soft sigh.

"Would need a ship to start with," Izzy mused, as if he were even humouring the offer.

"I have a ship," you shrugged lightly, not enough to disturb either of you.

"Fuck off," Izzy laughed, his chest vibrating with it.

"I do," you insisted, lifting your head up to meet his gaze.

Izzy's amused little smile faded and his brows furrowed. "You're being serious?"

"Yeah. You think I was sitting around Jackie's looking for a crew? I already had one, got my best woman running it at the moment," you told him, like it was nothing.

"You're the captain?" Izzy asked, sitting up, making you fall down against the mattress.

"Yeah, don't get mutinied against like Jack," you huffed, pushing yourself up to sit beside him.

"Why the fuck are you here then?!" Izzy asked, looking at you like you had lost your mind.

"Because you asked me," you answered simply, nothing but sincere.

"Fucking hell," Izzy groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Imagine if everyone knew how soft you actually are," he hummed fondly.

"Only for you," you remined him with a smile. "Anyway, you talking about me being soft. As if you didn't ask me to come with you in some attempt to save my soul," you joked, kneeling behind him and wrapping your arms around him.

"Eh, all of our souls are already damned."

You chuckled, resting your chin on his shoulder as he lent back into you.

"You wanted me to have something nice though," you nuzzled your nose against his jaw.

"Yeah, guess so," Izzy confessed.

"Well, I've got something nice," you smirked as you gave his waist a squeeze, already feeling his skin heating up.

"Don't," Izzy groaned.

"I've got you," you pressed a kiss to his neck, laughing lightly at the way his neck and face turned red.

"I'm not nice," Izzy protested, but didn't make any effort to move away from you.

"You're nice to me. Nicest thing I could ask for," you continued, peppering kisses to the nape of his neck.

"Fucking hell, you're a sap," Izzy muttered, unable to mask his fondness.

"It's our little secret," you whispered against flushed skin.

"Your crew isn't going to raid us in the middle of the night, are they?" Izzy asked, letting himself be manoeuvred to lay down beside you again.

"Nah, as long as your crew behave," you teased, making yourself comfortable as Izzy rested his head against your shoulder, "will have to meet up with them eventually, though. They're a good crew, they're loyal, but a captain being absent for too long breeds mutiny."

"What if they're already planning it?" Izzy asked, partly teasing but partly concerned.

"I'll go back, make an example of somebody, get everything in order. Don't you worry about it," you waved off his worry. You had a handle on it.

"When you plan on leaving?" Izzy asked after a moment of silence.

"Not yet, but you could come with me when I do," you suggested. Izzy just sighed. "It's alright, you don't need to answer," you whispered, combing fingers through his hair, "I'm good here for now, anyway."

"Going to take that risk for some old sons of bitches like us?" Izzy asked, arm tightening around you.

"We're pirates, we do whatever we want, isn't that part of the point? I want to be here with you, so that's what I'll do," you brought your hand down to his jaw, thumb stroking over his cheek.

Izzy just nodded, turning his head to kiss your palm before settling back down. Who knows, you're making life on the Revenge more bearable so maybe he would accompany you to check in on your crew. Surely, the captains would grant him some leave for a week or two...

#israel hands x reader #izzy hands x reader #izzy hands #ofmd izzy #ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd x reader

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Here's some headcannons that no one asked for;

Pre, during and immediately post Crisis Cassidy headcannon's

Note; some of these are updated headcannons from stuff I've previously talked about.

Pre-Crisis

I've stated this in previous posts but I personally don't like the headcanon that Cassidy's bio family was abusive, one because I think if they were good people it makes Cassidy loosing them all the more heart breaking, two, because it further foils Cassidy and Ashe, Cassidy's bio family being good people but dead while Ashe's parents are incredibly shitty people while unfortunately being alive.

Cassidy's bio family consisted of his mum, (step-)dad, aunt (bio dads side), and two younger sisters. Cassidy bio dad died before he was born so the only dad he really knew at that point was his step-dad.

Cassidy's mum is from Dorado and went to visit immediately before the Crisis hit, Cassidy and the rest of his family were supposed to join her a few days later but then the Crisis hit. She died but Cassidy didn't really know what happened to her until he joined Overwatch, he looked up what happened to her and that's when he found out she was dead.

Cassidy and his family lived on a farm but would often travel to either a near by city or to Dorado as a family.

Cassidy was taught how to shoot by his aunt from a very young age, they mostly used fake guns though since, y'know, he was a child.

They had a lot of animals on the farm but the ones that always cause Cassidy's attention were the horses.

Cassidy's little sisters were twins and they were 3 years younger than him, one of them was named Maria and the other was Alyssa.

His aunts name was Cassandra, his mums name was Coleta and his dads name was Morris.

Cassidy always has been, and always will be, obsessed with cowboys and horses.

During the Crisis

Like I said before, Cassidy's mother wasn't with the rest of the family when the Crisis started, however Cassidy's family was immediately effected, Cassidy's dad dying in the inital waves of Omnics being taken under the control of Anubis.

Cassidy's aunt and his sister Alyssa died in a bandit raid when people and gangs started taking advantage of the Crisis. Alyssa wasn't able to get out of the house in time and Cassandra died distracting the bandits away from Cassidy and Maria. This happened moths later after Morris's death.

Cassidy actually witnessed Maria dying, she died due to blood loss in a shoot out between Cassidy and a group of other, more hostile, survivors while they were trying to get to the nearest city. This happened weeks after the deaths of Cassandra and Alyssa, Maria only lasted a day after the shoot out. This all happened withing the first year of the Crisis.

When Cassidy finally got to the nearest city he found it in ruins, the only moving things being Omnics. He nearly died looking for anyone who could help him, then he nearly died again scavenging for food. After that Cassidy avoided cities but his problems didn't stop because there was still other humans to worry about (I'll get into why I think people were a big problem for Cassidy in a different post cause that's it's own analysis)

Cassidy was always a good shot so with only himself to worry about it was easy to defend himself. He was also very observant so whenever he had to deal with Omnics he managed to find a way to survive them quickly.

Cassidy killed a few humans during the Crisis, and injuring a lot of others. At this point Cassidy's only objective was survive at any cost, he didn't feel guilty about the things he did until right before Deadlock.

Cassidy mostly survived on scrapes he picked up when he could and by the point he found people who might have helped him, his trust and faith in people had already evaporated.

There are only a couple things of his families that survived the crisis, his fathers hat, his mothers cookbook and his aunts leather jacket. Initially Cassandras gun also survived but it was taken away later in the deadlock novel. (When he joined Blackwatch he got his gun modelled after hers, same with his current gun)

Cassidy considers the person he was before the Crisis dead.

Post-Crisis, Pre-Deadlock

Jesse Mcree and Cole Cassidy aren't his given names, if you like this head cannon you can choose whatever name you want but personally I think his given name is Joel and his original last is Mercer (cause I'm unoriginal, also two points, one, If I'm writing with my "Sombra is his bio sibling" headcanon/AU his last name is Colomar, two, Mercer is an old English, Scottish and Irish last name so my "Cassidy is part Irish" headcannon still holds up with this headcannon)

Cassidy also considers the name Jesse Mcree as an alias since he came up with it on the spot but considers Cole Cassidy as his chosen name.

Cassidy didn't trust people and didn't stay in one place to start trusting people, that changed when he met Julian, Julian was the first person to get past one of Cassidy's walls and get him to stay in one place long enough to adjust to people again.

Though before then the more he moved post crisis the less and less violent he became cause people weren't attacking him (as often)

After he met Julian he didn't really open up, but this is when the Cassidy we know and love in the Deadlock novel formed. It was also kind of the initial forming of several of Cassidy's toxic coping mechanism of focusing on everyone else's problems but his own started, it was also the start of Cassidy making himself the scapegoat to protect other people.

Essentially during the year before Cassidy met Ashe he kind of semi delt with what he went through in the Crisis and becoming some what adjusted to society again. (It's mostly him just learning to mask his trauma)

Anyway hope you all enjoyed that!! See you all in my next post!!

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch lore #overwatch headcanons #analysis #cole cassidy

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Takes More Than a Bullet | Kyle Gaz Garrick x m!reader

@guardkeywolf asked: Hello,

I'm still gushing over that Cap. Price fic you put on A03 so I wanted to come and request!

I was thinking...

141 gets a new soldier and he's really really in love with Gaz (love at first sight) and like during one of their mission he takes a bullet for Gaz and gets pissed that people tried to shoot at him and just goes on a rampage (No Russian Style of course)

Sound cool? Idk I think it sounds goofy but imma request lol

summary: you get transferred to the one four one, and although you're not keen at first, you're at least very keen on Gaz.

tws: injury, blood, swearing, gun violence

When you first joined up for the RAF, you had no idea where you would end up, after years of service to the air force and even rising to the rank of Flight Lieutenant, you and your small squadron of pilots were extremely close; but all that came to a halt when Captain Price asked the Air Chief Marshal, Pahwa, if he could take on a pilot from the squadron to join his own ranks. Squadron number forty three were well known to be lethal in and out of the air, with both SAS and Gurkha training under your belts, and they were the pilots that Price wanted; the ones who could be just as good at air support as they were fighting alongside the others. It would have made his task force's job easier, too, as knowing that there was a pilot amongst them would have made getting the fuck out of dodge when shit turned sour so much smoother. But Price took his time, after watching all of you in action, and had made his mind up.

A week later, your shit was packed into bags and dragged over to the task force's bunkers, and a feeling of loneliness had made its way deep into your stomach; you packed your things away into the little room that was given to you, keeping the door closed as you put your headphones on and welcomed the sound of 'Spit It Out' by Slipknot. It was one of the songs that you always played with the other pilots, and even though you had not been separated for very long, you already wanted to go back; you missed the others something awful. But then your mind was taken off of that loneliness when there was a knock at the door and a clearing of the throat; turning around, you met a dark pair of brown eyes that seemed to be beyond description. So beautiful you couldn't help but to relax.

"Hey," he stepped in the room and offered his hand, a warm and kind smile on his lips. "I'm Kyle, but everyone calls me Gaz."

Slowly, you shook his hand as you cleared your throat and smiled bashfully; he was so pretty, you felt like you were drowning but you didn't want it to stop. "Gaz... I'm (y/n)."

"You're a pilot, right?" He didn't let go of your hand, a little bit breathless when he realised that you were, without a doubt, the most handsome man he had ever laid eyes on.

"Uh, yeah," you muttered. "I was."

"Was?" Gaz tilted his head to the side, those big brown eyes all too irresistible and making you weak the more that you looked at him. "Did something happen?"

"Uh, sorta," you shrugged, sitting at the edge of your bed and allowing him to do the same. His knee made contact with yours, and you felt like every nerve and every cell was suddenly shot with electricity. "I, uhm... Pahwa, our Air Chief Marshal, made me come here. Help you guys out."

"Well," he smiled, his cheeks turning warm. "It'd be nice to, y'know, get to know each other... and, if you have any problems, you can always give me a shout. I'm, uhm, I'm in the room next door, too. If you need me."

"Alright," you smiled back, able to feel how hot your features were the more you looked at him. "Thanks, Gaz."

You liked him, from day fucking one, you liked Gaz, and every time since that he had smiled at you, you could feel something bubbling in your chest as you grinned and held down a shiver of delight; during training, Price always put you together, as he had noticed that the two of you had gotten rather close, and that closeness afforded you both something that was difficult to obtain without building it from the bottom: you worked fucking brilliantly as a team. Truly, the dream team, you and Gaz worked damn near perfectly together whenever you were out into training; you could only hope that you and Gaz worked that well when it came to actually being in the field. But everyone, even Soap, had clocked on to the fact that you and Gaz were close, very close.

It wasn't that they minded, quite the opposite, as not only was it nice to see you actually fit in with the task force, but it was also good for things like morale and moral support; Price especially encouraged it, always letting you and Gaz wander off to Nando's and other restaurants when you had the time to. You made each other happy, and he liked to see that from his boys.

But that all changed when you were in the field.

Surrounded and outnumbered, Price told everybody to split up and head to the rendezvous point as quickly as they could until back-up arrived.

But you and Gaz were trapped, surrounded on all sides as you hid behind an old shipping container, your hand finding its way to his as you grasped it tightly, your thumb rubbing his knuckles so gently that he couldn't help but to be momentarily distracted.

"Whatever you do," Gaz said quietly, "don't go forwards."

"Oh, really? I thought I'd just run headfirst into fire," you snapped sarcastically, missing the way he smiled at you when you dared to look around the corner. "Bollocks."

"What?"

"It's like a fucking Tory convention out there," you mumbled. "Fucking violent cunts on all sides waiting for the chance to rip us to shreds."

Gaz frowned, slowly moving you behind him, shielding you with his body without even thinking about it. "And to think, we were gonna go to Tesco and get a meal deal."

"You got money for a fucking meal deal?" You scoffed. "Ark at you! Y'know, Gaz, if you'd have said you got Tesco meal deal money, I'd marry you on the fucking spot."

"You would?" He asked, trying not to smile.

"Oh, I definitely would," you nodded. "What kinda man would I be if I didn't?"

He laughed softly, leaning towards you so that his back was against your chest, his hands coming to rest on your arms when you put them around his waist, your chin on his shoulder. "If you wanted to cuddle, Flight Lieutenant, you could've just asked."

"You started it," you grumbled. But then the shooting got closer, got louder, and you pulled him a little closer. "Gaz, we ought to move, mate."

He nodded, but allowed you to be the first to get up and start running, right on your tail as he turned back every now and then to see if anyone was following; the sounds of gunshots were making his ears ring as he kept running behind you, only daring to let his anxiety fade a little when you reached behind, and hooked your pinkie finger with his. The feeling of your skin on his, it was enough to put him at a slight ease as he kept up with you; but then, you suddenly turned around, tackling him to the floor before you groaned softly, gritting your teeth and rolling onto your back as you coughed.

"(y/n)!" Gaz yelped, making his way over and immediately checking you over, shuddering in horror when he put his hands on your shoulder and they calm away red. "(y/n)!"

You groaned, swatting his hand away as you coughed. "Garrick, get your ass on the ground before they fucking shoot you, too."

Slowly, Gaz lowered himself so that he was laid on his stomach beside you, eyes filled with worry as he let out harsh breaths. "(y/n)... are you broken?"

"Takes more than a bullet to keep a good dog down," you muttered, getting to your knees and taking the gun from his hands. You spat some blood on the ground and huffed. "Wait here... or go get that Tesco meal deal, then come back - you know what I like."

Gaz frowned, shaking his head. "Don't go."

"I have to," you put your hand on his shoulder, wincing and biting back a growl. "They tried to shoot you, Gaz. I'm not gonna let those cunts live to see another day."

"Please," Gaz begged. "Don't go, (y/n), let me take you to the medics."

"Later," you pulled him just close enough to gently kiss his cheek. "I love you, I won't be long. Stay here, and stay close to the ground."

Gaz couldn't stop you, he knew that, so he covered his ears and kept his forehead pressed to the ground when the gunshots started; he wanted to go after you, he really did, but when you got the last four pinned, you didn't hesitate. Gaz regretted looking up, watching you execute them with ease before your voice echoed over the Comms.

"We're not overwhelmed no more. They're all dead."

Gaz couldn't move, not until he saw you making your way back to him with the sun at your back; you dropped the gun about halfway, and when you got to him, you straddled his waist, and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, burying your face against the side of his neck as he put his arms around you, careful not to touch your shoulder.

"Are you broken?" He asked quietly.

You nodded. "My shoulder hurts so much."

"We'll get you to the medics," he told you softly, rubbing your back ever so gently. "Why'd you do it?"

"Because I wanted to protect you," you whimpered, the pain in your shoulder starting to feel worse and worse. "I wanted to keep you safe."

Gaz nodded, swallowing thickly as he hushed you quietly and cleared his throat. "We'll go out for Nando's after this. Fuck a Tesco meal deal."

"Can it be a date?" You mumbled against his skin.

He smiled. "Yeah, yeah, it can be a date... but, y'know, Flight Lieutenant, you wanted to be my boyfriend-"

"I just had to ask," you laughed quietly. "I know."

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∗ —— Adrian “Alucard” Tepes x D.

∗ —— Part one, part two, part three, part four ( coming soon ).

∗ —— NOTES: This story is inspired by some of the fanart that is done by tender miasma / suzannart! The worlds of Castlevania and Vampire Hunter D are connected to one and another.

"When we first got here, they were saying that the Belmonts and the speakers were the cause of all of this. If the fucking church was the one who burned Dracula to ash, wouldn't you think they would have enough common sense to think it was y'know . . . the church!?" D hummed in agreement at the left hand's words.

"The people depended on the church more than anything else. They saw her as a witch because she practiced medicine and of course was married to Dracula. They would not see the actions of the church as a form of wrongdoing. If they would have listened to the warning he gave one year ago, they would not be a part of such a predicament." D sneaked along, making sure that no one from the angry mob had seen him.

The dhampyre noticed that Trevor was surrounded by a bunch of angry Wallachians who started to close in on him. But when they had gotten too close, a ring of fire would surround him as protection, making the people back themselves away in fear. "Witch!" A priest had yelled, pointing his short blade at a woman who stood on top of a building.

"No! I am a Speaker, and a scholar of magic. I serve no demon and I do no evil." After she spoke, she made a pathway for Trevor who would walk down it.

"You never told me you were a magician." "You never asked." "Though I guess I now understand why it was you who went down into the catacombs to look for your sleeping God. What are you doing here?"

D's brows had risen under his hat. He now understood why Trevor had been gone for so long instead of trying to help. It seemed that he had a calling. "Fine." Trevor stopped in his tracks and turned his head and pointed at the priest. "You!"

"Kill them! Quickly!" The priest shouted, directing his hand at Trevor.

"No. Just you and me. Come on. You're very big at telling other people what to do. Getting the good people of Gresit to commit murder for you. Let's see how you do on your own." The ring of fire that separated the two had vanished and Trevor took steps toward the priest who did nothing but back himself away with a glare. "You and me. I can see that you're carrying a blade. I wonder if the people of the great City of Gresit have ever seen a priest draw a knife before."

The people gasped and whispered to each other. "Your long knife, my short sword. Let's go." The priest stared at the Belmont who got himself into a fighting stance. "Come on, you had no problem beating an old man this morning. Huh? You had no problem lying to these people about the speakers!"

"The speakers brought this upon us!" The priest yelled out, pointing at Sypha.

"No, they didn't, and you know it. The speakers stayed here to offer aid. It was your bishop who brought all this down on us. Your bishop who started it all by killing a defenseless woman. You have made murderers out of these people, but the only one here who isn't innocent . . ." Trevor had pointed his sword at the man with rage in his eyes. "Is you." A man had pushed his way past Trevor, plunging a knife right into the Priest in the abdomen while others began to join in, killing the man while screaming at him. But while that happened, a group of townsmen ran forward, and their lives were taken by sudden flame.

"It's them, they're coming!" Sypha stood beside Trevor and a horde of night creatures began to run forward. D made his way over to the two of them while he removed his blade from his sheathe on his backside. "It's you." Trevor turned his attention to D and Sypha did the same with widened eyes. "What are you doing here?"

"Back to the far side of the square! Pikes! Up front, now!"

"What—?" A man holding a pike turned to face Trevor, terror in his eyes and face. "Why?"

"Because I'm the only man here who knows how to fight these things." Trevor walked over to the male and D let out a soft huff. "Everyone with a pike or a long weapon, get out in front with me. Six in front, six behind, and in between, pikes forward. Hold steady. I need a priest, one who was properly ordained in a church." A priest from the crowd had raised his hand, stepping forward. "Grab some people. Go to the nearest well, start drawing water. You know what to do with water, yes? For the aspersion? Go. Sypha?"

"Yes." "I want them walled in when they hit the square. I want it so that they can only come toward us. Is that something you can do?" "Will ice do?" "Better than fire, anyway. Let's hope so. I want salt over here! As much as you can find!"

The people began to line up buckets of salt upon the ground and Trevor picked up a handful, covering it with his blade. "Everyone with a sword, wipe their blades in the salt. Now!" Trevor walked back to the front with Sypha and D, holding a bucket of holy water. As the demons came closer, D looked down upon the speaker and Trevor's eyes narrowed. "Sypha, walls."

Ice began to surround the demons, making sure that they couldn't escape the area. One touched the ice and shrieked with its hand sizzling from pain. Trevor threw up the bucket of water, making it touch two different demons, causing them to groan, flesh sizzling. "Well. That priest really could make holy water after all. Pikemen! For steps forward! Sypha, close the door behind them."

When the door closed, one of the demons growled and dashed itself forward towards the small army, getting ready to attack and kill. "Rear pikes up!" When the demon leaped in the air and attempted to attack, it would land upon the pikes and shriek. "Cut him down!" A man with a sword had sliced the demon in two. "Salt kills demons! Don't forget — spread the word!"

D took a couple of steps back before he had lunged forward into the very back of the small group of demons. While he came down, slicing one in half and piercing another directly in the head before throwing it at the ice, causing it to sizzle, burn, and explode. Trevor threw a bucket of salt within the air and Sypha would cause the bucket to explode with ice, and with the ice covered in salt, it had struck two demons and killed them instantly.

One stepped forward, fire forming in its mouth and aiming at the group who avoided the attack running into groups of two, letting it hit Trevor while mumbling "shit" who cleared it with his whip and attacked the demon in the abdomen causing it to explode.

Sypha looked at him in wonder, but Trevor looked at his whip. "It's consecrated . . . for fighting vampires and demons. Swords!" As Trevor raised his hand and kicked another bucket, men with swords ran forward with the holy water spreading forward and to the sides. They pierced the demons which filled the air with even more agonizing shrieks.

Blue fangs only groaned and lept in the air, landing on the ground which caused Trevor and Sypha to dash away. He swiped at Trevor and injured him and dodged the large block of ice that Sypha created above him. He whipped the demon across his face who hissed and hit the ground before charging at the Belmont. Before he could reach him, Sypha raised her hands and ice came out from the ground which pierced the demon's jaw all the way up to his head.

"There's an army of us! An army . . . From hell!" Right after that was said, D's blade had struck the top of his blade and pinned him to the ground before his blade was removed. Trevor whipped at the creature and D moved, watching it as it exploded.

"You—" Sypha looked at D and began to speak but before she could finish her sentence, the ground shook and crumbled beneath them. Before they could run from it, they fell in.

As the three fell down into the catacombs, Trevor pulled Sypha close with his whip and she created a landing for the two while cold air formed at the bottom . . . but they rolled on the floor and into some planks which opened a path. D on the other hand had no problem with the fall and landed on his feet. He was down before the other two and was waiting until they got themselves situated but they landed with trouble. He walked himself over as the two stood up.

"You could have helped us, you know?" Sypha glared at the dhampyre who remained silent, practically ignoring her. They looked at their surroundings before Sypha spoke once more. "The catacombs again. I think we're deeper than I went before."

The three of them began to walk forward and D's eyes shifted to look at the machinery. His left ear twitched slightly and he tossed the two of them on opposing sides of his shoulders before running forward. As he ran, some type of trap had already been set off and made an attempt to crush them but thankfully they managed to make it through safely. Although there was yet another jump and he slid down a wall, holding the two and being careful to make sure they would not get harmed. He let them go right after and stood on his feet as if nothing happened.

"This place is going to be filled with traps and we're bound to die if we don't stop moving." As that was stated the ground beneath then crumbled and fell in. Sypha used cold air to land upon the mechanic wheel, D leaped onto it, and Trevor had stumbled before jumping at the last second. Upon connecting them to another wheel, Trevor made his way over to Sypha and D while trying to balance himself.

Their gaze shifted to the surface and Trevor made a tightrope with his whip. Sypha began to go float her way over, Trevor swung himself and groaned during the impact once she made her way over safely, and D had yet again leaped his way next to Sypha. What Trevor bumped into began to crumble and he quickly grabbed onto his whip. The three watched as everything went down before their support did the same. Once they hit the ground, they fell into another hole and landed roughly upon the ground with soft pants.

They shook it off and began walking forward only to see a coffin. As they continued to walk, Trevor stepped on some sort of button and the magician and dhampyre glared at him. "I didn't do that." Smoke came from underneath the coffin and the top of it began to open. A shirtless man with a scar across his chest along with his hand against it came arising from said coffin. His head had then lowered, hair following suit. His hand had clenched his chest before he spoke."Why are you here?"

"Aren't you the messiah that sleeps underneath Gresit! The one who will save us from Dracula!" Despite Sypha's praise, Trevor and D glared at the blonde man with looks of distrust. It was hard to tell who had seemed more irritable by the sight of the man.

"And I take it that you two are in search of a mythical savior as well?" The man asked the two men.

"I fell down a hole," Trevor answered and looked over at D who lowered his head slightly with his hat covering his eyes but the snarl he had was more than present.

"You are more than some so-called messiah. You're his son, aren't you? Adrian Tepes is your name, is it not? But the people of Wallachia refer to you as Alucard." The other dhampyre seemed very much surprised by that information he knew and Sypah's eyes widened.

"You're Dracula's son?" She asked only for Alucard to close his eyes.

"And your father has released his horde on Wallachia. I don't think that you are a messiah at all, just someone who the people believe can save them. They don't know that the man they have been worshiping is the son of the very man who wants them dead," Trevor spoke in a bitter tone which made Sypha glare at him.

"Belmont!"

"And he is the same as me, yet you trust him more than you trust me?" Alucard asked as his golden eyes shifted so he was able to look at D.

"He is a vampyre hunter. He has fought alongside my family since the beginning of time. Of course, I would put him over you. Any time of the day." Trevor grinned and placed his arm on D's shoulder, but the man simply removed it.

"The both of you are vampyre hunters. A dhampyre and a Belmont from the house of Belmont." Alucard observed the both of them, looks of interest. "Are you two going to kill me?"

"That answer could be dependable." Trevor shrugged his shoulders and D remained silent, keeping his eyes on Alucard as his feet touched the cold floors of granite. "Depends on if you are going to help us or not and make yourself the messiah that the people have been longing for."

"If you do intend on killing me, you are not going to get far, Belmont." Alucard took a step forward and so did Trevor. There was a tension between the two of them and it was easy to be sensed.

"If you are planning on killing each other do it at another time, there are people up there fucking dying," the left hand exclaimed and for once D did not try to hush him because he was right. "You can kill each other after that old fucker is dead!"

"What the fuck was that?" Alucard looked at D's hand to see that there was now a face morphed into it. "Did your hand just . . . talk?"

"Of course, I did, you're looking right at me, aren't you?! Think for a se — ow!" D dug his fingers into the face of the hand and within seconds he vanished but not before mumbling a soft "fuck you" under his breath.

"We could need all the help that we could get. The stories said four people would be the ones to take down Dracula and if you ask me, we have our four." Sypha gestured to all of them, and everyone looked at one another in surprise.

"You knew?" D asked as he looked at Sypha who gave a proud nod of her head. The dhampyre had turned on his heel and began to walk away from the three while Alucard went to grab his sword and his coat.

"A speak magician and two vampyre hunters, never would I have thought these would be the companions I would fight with."

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