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High Tides // Ghost of You

summary: the hunt for the cross is still on when john b almost becomes gator food, jj has a tedtalk, and turns out, after saving pope from a wasp attack, kie's dad is gonna need a new truck and you really just want to take a break.

warnings: the usual obx angst, ptsd symptoms, blood

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Once everyone was piled into the van, Pope was quick to call out directions with his map in his hand. Apparently they had figured out the spot where the cross supposedly was hidden and that’s where you were heading. Pope noted a few important spots related to Denmark Tanny’s history along the way until you guys were pretty deep in the woods.

“Oh shit, the tide’s coming in,” JJ pointed out as John B came to a stop. The road in front of you was beginning to puddle with water but the tire marks were still visible from previous drivers.

“Look, they already came through here,” Pope pointed out as he poked his head between the two front seats. “Those have to be Limbrey’s tire tracks. Guys, we gotta go.

JJ looked at your brother from his spot in the passenger seat. “Mmm, what do you think, chief?”

John B hissed between his teeth, taking the opportunity to survey the path in front of him. “I’m thinking it’s looking a little dicey.”

“Yep, I’m gonna have to agree with that statement.”

“Okay, well clearly they made it, no?” Kie asked the duo, impatient with their indecisiveness.

“In a two-wheel drive? I don’t know about that.”

Sarah smiled softly as she sat up a little straighter to see the road for herself. “Why are y’all acting like you’re not gonna do it anyways? Like when have y’all ever done the safe thing?”

JJ and John B glanced at her for a moment before looking at each other with a point of recognition and agreeing with each other.

“Alright, speed is your friend here, okay? So put her down in second, and hammer down, brother.”

“Oh for fucks sake,” You mumbled as you pressed your back against the bench seat and planted your feet firmly so you wouldn’t slide. Sarah copied your movements, the two of you grabbing hands again before laughing at the situation and how ironic all of it was.

John B gave a countdown before starting to speed up. JJ, Pope, and Kie were already yelling directions at him which he was clearly ignoring, even shoving Pope’s head back from the console area so he could focus at one point. The second the tires had traction again, you let out a sigh of relief and released Sarah’s hand. John B continued to drive for a little bit before coming to a stop so you could all climb out.

“Alright so, word to the wise, definitely know that gators nest back here so keep your eyes peeled, okay?” JJ explained as you all piled out. “You definitely don’t wanna step on a mama gator. That’s the last thing you want.”

Sarah laughed, “Seems like a good place to park.”

JJ and Kie went back and forth about someone they knew apparently being bitten by a gator, which you tuned out as you followed along. JJ eventually crouched down by the edge of the water before smacking the surface with the large stick he was carrying around.

“Right wake them up, babe. That’s smart,” You scoffed and shook your head at his antics.

“I was just making sure it wasn’t a gator. That’s all.” He started forward along the path with Pope and Kie next before you filtered in with Sarah and John B following up the end. Once you got closer to the Angel Oak tree Pope was looking for, you could hear the whir of an engine. Peeking over the bushes, you caught site of some construction equipment with a couple people scattered around.

“I don’t see shit! You sure this is the right spot?” The voice sent chills throughout your body as you looked around JJ’s shoulder to see Rafe walking alongside Limbrey’s partner. JJ’s arm wrapped around your waist tightly before you could even say a word, his chest pressed against your back to keep you grounded and hopefully, as calm as possible.

Limbrey began to explain the garment that supposedly lied in the cross and how it would heal her forever. She sat down in a fold out chair in front of the bulldozer that was digging at the ground. She continued rambling until there was a crunch of wood, at which point she flipped shit and ordered them to dig by hand.

“Oh this has to be the cross.” She stumbled her way over to the hole they were digging. “It looks like a--”

“Casket,” Rafe finished her sentence, looking completely unamused at the sight before him. You all watched with wide eyes as they maneuvered the black casket out of the hole. The way Limbrey kept barking orders made you want to smack the shit out of her. “It’s just a corpse,” Rafe said after they pulled the top off.

“Sorry, Carla.”

You watched the order woman struggle to stand before she began spewing out other ideas or areas where they could’ve checked. Eventually, they packed up all their supplies and drove away with Rafe’s Range Rover being the last car to escape your view.

Pope didn’t hesitate to burst through the bushes and once JJ let you go, everyone was following him to where they had left the unburied casket out in the open. You stopped short of the wooden box, not really wanting to see the bones that were sure to be inside.

“Cecilia Tanny. Denmark’s wife,” Pope explained as he crouched down to read the inscription. “He buried her at the foot of the angel. Denmark was hung for burying his wife, and now they defiled her grave.”

Sarah crouched down a little closer, her hand reaching in the coffin. She pulled out a gold ring and ran her fingers along to get the dust off. “This must’ve been from Denmark. Her wedding ring.” She glanced up and made eye contact with John B, both of them staring at each other for a moment before looking away.

“We can’t leave her like this,” Pope whispered.

“And we won’t,” John B confirmed as he put his hand on his friend’s shoulder. The boys shifted to replace the casket’s top and nailed it back together. Kie pulled some flowers from the ground to set them on top before they returned it to its original resting place.

“I just don’t get it,” Pope ranted as JJ finished replacing the dirt. “I mean, you guys saw the map. He hides his gold so no one finds it for 170 years. And then he sends a message to his son Robert to come here to his mother’s grave, but the message never gets to him. Denmark wanted him to find the cross. I know we’re in the right spot. It just feels like-”

“Like we missed something?” JJ called out from where he was leaning against the van. He quickly climbed up the side of the Twinke to stand on the roof. Following him in confusion, you pulled yourself up to stand behind him. He was looking at a hole in the tree trunk of the Angel Oak.

You pulled your phone out to reference the photos Sarah had sent to everyone of the map on the Island Room walls. “That looks like-”

“The painting in the Island Room,” JJ finished for you. “It’s worth a shot right? Go for it, babe.”

You gave him a weird look. “Are you serious right now?” When he didn’t answer you rolled your eyes and reached forward. “You’re scared.”

JJ was quick to deny the accusation as you pushed past the cobwebs and moss into the opening. Knowing all of their eyes were on you, you decided to play along with the suspension. Your fingers brushed over an object that you grasped into your hand. “There’s something in here… wait.” You let out a scream and pushed your arm fully into the opening, acting as if something had pulled you forward. Everyone shouted along with you, JJ’s arm wrapping around your waist to tug you back before you burst into laughter.

John B’s hand released your ankle as he flopped against the roof in annoyance. “Oh, you asshole!” he grumbled.

The smile didn’t leave your face as you pulled your arm out of the opening. “Oh, I got you all on that one.” You moved your hand into view, letting Pope take the object you had discovered from your grasp.

He brushed the dust away to look at the inscription. “HMS Royal Merchant,” He read out.

JJ hopped from the roof to take it from him as he extended it out all the way. “Give it to the captain. It’s a spyglass.”

You sat down on the roof, your feet lightly kicking your boyfriend in the shoulder as you caught sight of more inscriptions on the piece. “There’s something on it, J.”

John B reached forward to twist the pieces into place so Pope could read it. “You’ve come this far, do not falter. The cross is on the Freedman’s altar. Freedman’s altar! The cross is at the church!”

JJ reached up with open hands to help you off the roof before you were all back in the van and rushing towards the church that you’d passed on your way in. Pope was eagerly tapping his feet across from you before John B stopped short.

“Ah shit. The tide.”

Looking out the window, you could all see that the tide had submerged the rocky path you had used to get this far. You glanced at the growing water with concern, eyes flickering to your boyfriend and brother in hopes that they weren’t actually going to go through with this.

“Uhh, John B. How high are the spark plugs?” JJ asked as he surveyed the expressions in the back of the van.

John B answered after a moment of hesitance, “They’re good. We’re fine.”

“How high are they?” You repeated the question since he clearly didn’t want to answer.

“Oh… um,” He paused to lean out the window and look towards the back of the car. “Uh, just above the tail light.”

“Okay, so that’s what… three feet?”

“That water can’t be three feet.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“Not a problem!” JJ decided. “We’re good. She’ll make it.”

John B didn’t leave room for any disagreement as he backed up slightly to gain speed. “Ladies and gentlemen, fasten your seatbelts. Hold on to something, we’re going into hyperdrive.”

Hands grabbing the back of John B’s seat tightly, you sucked in a deep breath as he gave a quick countdown before flooring it. Collective screaming ensued as you crossed the path relatively smoothly before your luck disappeared at the last second and the van took a sharp right off into the water. John B tried to restart the engine but all you got in return was a clicking noise.

“No, no, no, no, no, no.”

“I think we miscalculated.”

“I knew I should’ve driven.”

With a groan, you pulled yourself out the back window with Pope into the cold murky water below. You could feel the mud sink around your feet as you winced. The feeling gave you the creeps and made you want to throw up all at the same time. “Gross.”

“Okay, I think we can walk from here,” Pope looked at the distance between the van and the path.

“What? And leave the Twinkie? The tide’s coming in,” John B protested.

Sarah looked between the three boys and shrugged. “So then what are we supposed to do?”

“Not stay here,” JJ answered simply as he tugged his feet from the sinking muck beneath him.

“I can take my dad’s truck,” Kie lifted her arms in defeat at the idea of going back home. “How much worse can it get, you know?”

“We’re gonna need something to pull her out with. There’s the winch at the Chateau. That’s like two miles.”

You ran your hands over your face, suddenly stressed out at the idea of everyone splitting up but it was going to have to happen.

“Y/N, you coming?” JJ asked as he grabbed his backpack from the van.

You shook your head softly. “No need to stack all of us in a small truck, J.” You walked forward to kiss him softly before stepping back. “Be careful, okay?”

With a quick nod and a call goodbye, JJ and Kie began wading their way through the water to get back on dry ground. You waited until they disappeared out of view to stand back up on the edge of the van and pull yourself to the roof to get out of the disgusting water. Sarah was quick to plop next to you while Pope and John B tried to think of other solutions in the meantime. You almost fell asleep with the comfortable silence if it weren’t for the constant thought of an alligator showing up.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Sarah’s question was quiet as she swung her legs back and forth. “The house, I mean.”

Taking a deep breath, you shrugged your shoulders. “It’s just scary, you know? Being back somewhere with a lot of heavy, horrible memories. I didn’t expect for that to happen, but it needed to.”

She nodded and looked across the trees spread through the water. “I don’t consider him my brother anymore. After what he did, to Peterkin, to John B. To you.” She turned to face you, her own tears threatening to spill across her cheeks. “I know you may never forgive me for what’s happened to you and John B, but I’m sorry. I’m sorry, for all of it.”

“It’s not your fault,” You whispered, putting your hand over hers. “It never was. I’m sorry for yelling at you on the beach. It just felt like hope was lost and there was no escape and you were the person I took it out on.”

She nodded and brushed her watery eyes. “I know that feeling now,” She let out a short laugh. You caught her eyes drifting to where your brother was standing in heavy discussion with Pope. “I feel like I lost everything in the past few days.”

“You guys will work it out,” You answered her unspoken question. “He loves you, you know? Always has. Sometimes he gets a little blinded, but he means well.”

After a moment, Sarah moved her gaze back to you to smile thankfully at your reassurances. “I never got to thank you for what you did at the bonfire. You didn’t have to.”

You chuckled at the memory, it having slipped from your mind with the chaos elsewhere. “Oh, please don’t thank me. That bitch had it coming from the second she splashed her drink on me.” The two of you burst into laughter at the replay of the situation from that night.

“How long does it take to go two miles and back in a car?” Pope interrupted your giggles as he turned around in frustration. Some time had passed and clearly, both boys were ancy with anticipation at getting out of here. “I feel like they’re taking a minute. Should I go look for them? Should I go find them and bring them back?”

“I don’t.. I don’t know. Just give me a sec.” John B pulled his bandana between his teeth as he tried to ponder a solution. You watched him for a moment, unaware of Sarah's glances over your shoulder as he untied the fabric from around his neck to shove it in his pocket.

“Okay, okay. So, here’s something I think we can do. We can maybe find something to leverage the Twinke, and you can drive it out.”

You looked down at Pope and John B. “Boys, we’re in a little too deep for leverage at this point.”

Your brother took a glance at you before agreeing with his friend’s statement. “Let’s do driftwood.” They quickly did their handshake before beginning to sort through the murky water. You let out a groan at the waste of time, laying back against the roof of the van in boredom.

A period of silence went by before John B was calling out that he found something. “Hey, Pope, come help me out!”

There was a random noise and then a loud splash that had you sitting up in curiosity. You followed the ripples in the water and spotted Pope over to your left but your brother was nowhere in sight.

“John B?”

A burst of water followed Sarah’s voice as the boy in question shouted for help before he was dunked back underwater. You and Sarah were off the roof in a split second, the Cameron girl pausing to find something to use in defense.

“Pope, help!” You screamed over your shoulder as you tried to rush through the water. Your fingers latched on to a rough branch that you grabbed in hopes of it being helpful. Your feet were sinking each second but you kept running towards where you last saw John B only to come up empty handed.

A scream left your lips a second later as the alligator popped up in front of your face and rolled in an attempt to drown your brother. Sarah was suddenly next to you as you both began attacking the gator with your chosen defenses. Eventually, the gator let go long enough that Sarah was able to grab John B’s shirt and yank him out of the way.

“You okay man? Holy shit!”

You stared at the retreating reptile in shock. “What the fuck just happened!”

“Let’s go!” Pope’s hand snagged the back of your jacket to pull you along as you all clambered back to the Twinkie. Your eyes instantly wandered to the trail of blood in the water, and you knew better than to hope it was just the alligator that got injured in the attack.

Wading back through the water, Sarah was quick to climb up on the roof while you and Pope managed to get John B up to her. You were behind your brother in an instant, now well aware of his injured leg and not wanting to waste time in getting out of here.

“Careful,” Pope commented as Sarah pulled the jean fabric away from the wound. “I’m pretty sure that’ll get infected.”

You almost wanted to respond with a ‘no shit’ but let it go, knowing it wouldn’t be helpful in the slightest. Pulling on John B’s shoulders, you let him lean against you as Sarah extended his leg out to take a better look. His hand grabbed your wrist for something to hold on to as she touched a little too close.

“Yeah, you’re lucky it didn’t cut into the muscle too much,” Sarah observed.

“Lucky I got bit by an alligator and my car is underwater,” John B repeated sarcastically. He hissed in pain and leaned back fully to take the weight off his arms. You tried not to let the tears in your eyes fall, but like you said to JJ before, seeing people you love in pain is hard.

In the split second glance you shared, Pope could tell you were terrified. He didn’t want to tell you it wasn’t life threatening because hell, anything was at this point, but he hated seeing you so scared all the time.

“Do you have something to wrap it with… to stop the bleeding?” Sarah watched as John B offered up his purple bandana, the same one she used to wear a piece of, in solution. You looked up at the sound of tires on gravel to see a truck backing down the drive.

“Oh, and speak of the fricking devil,” Pope scoffed once he caught sight of it, “Look who it is. The tortoise and the tortoise. Just a couple hours late. Where the hell were you guys?”

“Paternal complications,” Kie answered simply as she climbed out of the passenger side door first while JJ came around from the other end. You didn’t understand how they couldn’t see the blood all over the van, or your brother’s ruined white Converse next to you, or hell, the fact that all of you were clearly not okay.

Pope let out a laugh, “Oh great. While you were having family time with your pops, John B got bit by a gator.”

JJ’s eyes snapped over to you instantly, the winch threatening to fall from his hand as he finally observed the scene before him. John B, obviously in pain, covered in blood. Sarah was seemingly fine as she attempted to wrap the bandana as tightly as possible around the wound. Pope, fine, upset maybe, but physically fine. And you, staring back at him, terrified, but in one piece.

“Like for real?”

“Does it look like we’re joking?” You felt bad for snapping at him, knowing fair well any time with his dad was unpleasant, but you were scared, and seeing the blood surrounding you wasn’t helping. John B sat up fully once Sarah had finished her attempt at wrapping the wound as best as possible.

“Okay what the hell happened?”

You stared at Kie, dumbfounded as the four of you on the roof yelled at the same time. “John B/I got bit by a gator!”

“I don’t know why I’m being yelled at. I put my ass on the line-”

“You’re being yelled at because it was 20 minutes and-”

“It’s not my fault!”

“I’m not yelling at you, just this situation is-”

“We got here as fast as we could!”

“Shut up!” The frustration is JJ’s voice stunned you all to silence. “Seriously, guys. I can’t take it anymore, alright? Everyone just cut it out for a second.”

You shifted uncomfortably, wanting nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and take the pain from his shoulders, but you couldn’t. And JJ wouldn’t let you get the chance even if you tried. The two of you were stubborn when it came to watching out for each other, and especially with your revelation earlier, he wasn’t letting you take anything on anytime soon.

“Look, I just helped my dad leave this island… for good, like he’s not ever coming back. He’s straight up like the Spanish, just ‘bon voyage’.”

Looks of confusion filled everyone’s faces, Sarah even whispering that it wasn’t the correct language, but letting it slide.

“All we got,” JJ continued, “And I for sure know all I got is you guys, okay? You’re it. And I’ve come too close to losing you, all of you. I mean, shit, like Kie almost drowned. Pope, you were kidnapped. Sarah, you’ve been shot. John B, you were almost dinner for a freaking gator, bro. And Y/N… I won’t ever forget the way you looked when I rescued you that night. So, this blaming each other is some Kookass bullshit, alright? We don’t do that. We’re Pogues.” He paused and let out a deep breath while tucking his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to… it’s just a lot right now.”

Sharing a glance with your brother and friends, the four of you broke into applause at the finished speech.

“I gotta be honest, that was the best freaking speech you have ever given.”

“I’m impressed.”

“Also, babe, you should think about like, a Rosetta Stone because your Spanish and French are flip-flopped.”

JJ lovingly flipped everyone off while Sarah mentioned ‘bon voyaging out of here’ before everyone was on the move. JJ worked on getting the winch hooked up once Pope got the truck in position while you, Kie, and Sarah helped John B off the roof and back into the van. You climbed in the driver’s seat, John B next to you with his leg elevated on the dash. JJ started calling out directions to you, screaming out -- Woohoo! The Twinkie lives! -- once it was finally out of the water.

JJ situated himself back in the truck with Pope, the two of them taking the lead as you followed behind. Glancing over at John B, he twirled the spyglass from earlier in between his hands. You wanted to rush him home to make sure his leg was properly taken care of but he was adamant on staying with Pope on going to the church.

“Hey.” You tapped his shoulder lightly to grab his attention, unable to hide the smile forming on your face even if you tried. You’d been waiting so long to finally say it back.

“Get your shoes off my dash.”

The drive to the church was uneventful and the second you climbed out of the van, you were rushing into JJ’s arms. The blond barely had two seconds to close his door before you collided with him, a small ‘oof’ leaving his lips.

“Hi,” You mumbled into his chest, clutching onto his jacket tightly.

He let out a small laugh, his hands holding you just as close. “Hi, baby.”

“Are you okay?” Your words were still muffled by his clothing but he could hear you loud and clear.

Letting out a deep breath, JJ nodded. “Yeah, yeah. I will be. Are you?”

You hummed in agreement before you took a step back, hands tucking themselves beneath his jacket so you could feel his t-shirt against his skin. “What happened?”

“Later,” JJ’s answer was short and simple, and although you didn’t like it, you accepted that it wasn’t the place or time to ask. Grabbing his hand, the two of you walked to meet the rest of the group at the front doors of the church. They finally opened with a harsh shove and you all piled in, John B using Pope’s shoulder as a temporary crutch.

“You’re telling me Denmark Tanny decided to hide the cross here?” JJ asked once you guys had a second to look around. It truly was an old, rundown church that definitely would fall apart if a hurricane hit it hard enough.

“Okay, well, if I was a cross and wanted to be hidden in an old church, where would I hide?”

The floorboards creaked beneath your steps as you dodged misplaced pews across the room. Pope was getting obviously frustrated by the lack of treasure as everyone tried to come up with a solution. The entire room was visible and clearly, there was no cross to be seen.

“Look, we just have to think about this logically. Where would someone hide a seven foot cross of gold where it can’t be seen?”

A moment of silence passed between the group before everyone caught on to Pope looking up at the ceiling, Sure as shit, the wooden framework was set into shapes of crosses, supporting the falling ceiling across the room. Without a moment of hesitation, Pope was trying to climb the wall without any help.

“Wait, hey.”

“Pope!”

“This is really old, it isn’t safe!”

The Heyward boy clearly wasn’t listening and continued up on his journey until he got a stable footing on the rafters. He pounded on the wooden rail to see if it was hollow. “Alright, that’s one solid wood. I’m gonna try the other beam!”

You watched anxiously as he climbed over the rotting wood. The frustration on his face was evident, and you really hoped you could find something here for his sake. The boys continued to call out instructions until he was on the other side of the beam.

“It’s hollow, go get me a crowbar!” Sarah was quick to follow the request and tossed it up to him successfully.

“Hey, hey. Pope. There’s the wasp nest right up there, okay? Just move slow, alright?” John B pointed out before Pope started tearing apart the wood.

A quick glimpse of color caught your eye as debris began to fall in front of you. Once Pope was able to get a large enough piece out, he tore it off to reveal the large golden cross beneath the wood.

“Holy shit!”

“Pope, you did it!

“I thought you were crazy!

“We did it!”

The moment of celebration was ruined as the wasps began to attack. JJ’s hand grabbed the back of your jacket, tugging you sharply when the crowbar came flying your way unintentionally. You glanced up to see Pope lose his balance and grab onto the beam for leverage.

“Hold on, Pope!”

Everyone scrambled to grab as many leftover cushions off the floor as possible, compiling them below where Pope was holding on. You grabbed a pew with Kie, moving it out of the way as a precaution. In a second, he lost his grasp and landed just as JJ had tossed the final pillow into the mix.

“Pope, are you okay?” Kie was in motion first kneeling beside him as JJ asked if anything was broken. While your friends overloaded him with questions, you followed the noise of creaking wood to the cross just as the final board came loose. All seven feet of pure gold started its descent as you screamed for everyone to move. The cross embedded itself into the crowd of pillows Pope had been on a second beforehand.

Your hands shook as you touched the cold surface of the cross, not expecting it to be so detailed and elegant after all these years. Your finger brushed over a keyhole, no doubt the one Limbrey had been so desperate to steal from Pope a few days ago. JJ and John B began bickering over the worth of the cross, Pope interrupting them to shut down any attempt at money, “That’s my ancestors’ cross. This is bigger than money, and the world’s going to know the truth.”

“Yes, and if we don’t get this shit outta here before Limbrey gets here, nobody’s gonna know. So saddle up.”

Everyone moved into position at various spots along the cross before a countdown was given to lift it. The weight was much heavier than you anticipated and your fingers threatened to slip on the surface.

“Who-who’s not lifting right now? Sarah, are you seriously-- it doesn’t feel like it!” JJ huffed as you all took baby steps towards the door.

Pope suddenly let out a loud groan, “Ah, okay guys. I can’t. I can’t.”

“No, no no no!”

Everyone let out noises of protest as the cross clanged to the ground a second later without the additional help. You took a step back to sit on a pew behind you, suddenly exhausted from the slightest bit of activity.

“Guys! Guys, guys. I am not okay, I’m not okay,” Pope’s shout was concerning as everyone rushed to crowd around him. He was very clearly in pain and you began to panic at the idea of something happening that you couldn’t help control.

“He’s having an allergic reaction!” You pieced together the signs quickly as he started to gasp for air. Pope’s eyes rolled back in his head causing everyone to grab him before he hit the floor. You and JJ attempted to hide the cross as your friends carried Pope out to the car.

Everyone’s voices were blurring together as you all piled into Kie’s dad’s truck. JJ took off the second the door closed, shouting that he knew where to go and to hold on. You were pressed against the window, hands resting against Pope’s legs to keep them elevated as Kie tried to talk to him and keep him awake. JJ’s aggressive driving made you nauseous in the back seat so you could only imagine how Pope felt.

JJ was honking the horn obnoxiously the second you pulled into a driveway. You quickly moved out of the way so John B could help Kie get Pope out of the back before you and Sarah grabbed on to help. JJ was clearly struggling for his cousin, Ricky, to believe him before the man finally swung the door open.

“Who can’t breathe?” It took a moment of consideration before JJ’s cousin was letting you all into his house and asking what was wrong for you all to start shouting about wasps and allergic reactions. “Hang tight, I gotta get my kit.”

“Hang tight?” JJ repeated in distress before darting off in search of said item. You took off in the other direction, searching for anything that looked useful. Your heart was racing in your chest painfully as you dug through the closet only to come up empty handed.

“I got it, I got it!” Ricky called as he came running back from the garage. “Okay, hey Pope. How ya doing, man? You look like shit. Here’s the thing. This is a pediatric dose of epinephrine. It is ten times a normal dose. So, if-if it doesn’t stop his heart, it’ll help him. But I gotta use the whole thing or it won’t work. And I’m not going down if he dies.”

You stared at him with wide eyes. “That’s a big ‘if’ there dude!” Ricky stared at you blankly before JJ started screaming to do it.

You winced once the large needle entered Pope’s skin for the medicine to be injected before Ricky took a step back. “Okay, that’s it. Now, we wait.”

Kie was sobbing next to you as she paced back in forth. You were frozen, the adrenaline rush still kicking as you stood there and waited for something, anything, that would say Pope was okay. Kiara lost her chill seconds later, screaming that Ricky killed him before the boy in question started coughing violently and sat up pin straight.

“Pope!”

“There he is! That’s my boy right there!”

“It’s hot. I’m like, real hot, guys.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay! Take it easy.”

“I gotta go outside!” Continuous shouts to slow down or stop followed Pope as he escaped out the front door. “Let’s go get that cross! Woo!”

You watched with a slight smile as Pope ran around like a headless chicken with the newfound energy in his system. It didn’t take long before you were all back in Kie’s dad’s truck and on your way back towards where the cross was discovered. Why everyone had let Pope drive, you had no idea, but your concern was growing the further he kept driving.

“Um, Pope. You’re driving pretty fast,” You spoke up as you looked over his shoulder to see his speed growing. Ignoring your concern, he let out a whoop of excitement.

“Pope, last to judge, but I think you should slow down a little,” JJ tried to reason with him but was cut off in protest.

“That would definitely delay out arrival to the cross. We gotta get there.”

With a small groan, you let your head fall back against the headrest, your whole body tight with tension. JJ’s hand landed on your knee with a soft squeeze as he gave you a sympathetic smile. You appreciated the gesture, but you seriously questioned why nobody told Pope no to driving.

“Why did we let him drive again?” Sarah asked from the passenger seat, her hand tightly wrapped around the handle bar. She was very clearly unamused with the whole situation as well.

“Because I said I’d rip your ears off,” Pope answered for her.

“Because he said he’d rip our ears off. He did.”

“I was joking about that by the way.”

“It’s a really funny joke.”

“Hey, hey. How ya feeling buddy? How you doing?” John B redirected the conversation in an attempt to keep your friend focused on his driving. He was to your left, JJ to your right while Kie was smushed up from in the middle between Sarah and Pope.

Pope laughed, “Uh, fantastic. I don’t know what JJ’s cousin gave me, but I am moving!”

John B nodded. “Okay, well, um. You’re going really fast right now-”

Pope’s head was suddenly turning to face you as he agreed while everyone let out screams of protest when the truck swerved. Your friend ignored all of them though and attempted to pass the car in front of you, pushing the truck head on with another car. Pope turned towards Kie, completely serious. “What an asshole, right?”

“He was going the speed limit!”

“We’re not gonna get to the cross if we’re dead, Pope!” John B shouted from next to you.

“We’re not gonna die. It’s our divine right to get that cross.” He turned to look at you again, oblivious of his erratic driving.

“Pope, look at the road!”

John B’s scream rattled your ears the second before disaster struck. Tires were squealing as Pope attempted to overcorrect his swerve causing the truck to slide across the wet pavement. The force sent you into JJ’s side before glass shattered across the back seat when the tailgate connected with a tree trunk. The dust from the airbags danced in the air as you all groaned.

“Is everyone okay?”

“I think so.”

You let out a deep hiss at the pain in your back and previously-dislocated shoulder that no doubt was caused by the sharp movements of the car. JJ’s hand was on your arm, shaking gently as he asked if you were okay. You nodded, giving him enough of an answer before he was pushing the door open.

“That is the last time you drive, Pope.” He commented as he climbed out with Kiara, the two of them observing the damage.

John B kicked his door open next, tugging on your arm to get you out of the cramped space. You winced when he pulled on your sore spot, his eyes immediately going to you in concern. You shook your head and shuffled out after him so you could join your friends.

“We’re gonna have to walk the rest of the way,” Pope spoke up once the initial shock was settled. “I’m going to get my cross.”

“Dude!”

“Hey, just relax for a second,” John B intervened as he grabbed Pope’s arm and pull him to stop despite the protests. “No, I’m trying to help. We just crashed the car, Pope!”

The two of them started down the road, John B limping beside as Kie yelled after them. You looked up at the large moving truck heading towards your group. Eyes landing on the person in the driver’s seat, you were frozen when you locked gazes with Rafe Cameron. The Kook King himself had the audacity to blow you a kiss that had JJ flipping him off.

“We gotta get back to the church!”

With a deep breath, you took off next with everyone in direction of the church. The crickets echoed around you, the air damp with the tide and humidity as your group sprinted through the night. It didn’t take too long before the church was ahead of you, the door creaking as Pope pushed it open to reveal an empty floor where you and JJ had hid the cross hours before.

“It’s gone,” Kie mumbled once the flashlights confirmed what you were all fearing.

JJ started to spiral angrily, slamming cushions around as he shouted in frustration. You knew he was mad, obviously, but you guys couldn’t compete with Rafe and Limbrey at this point. He continued to pace as you sat down to watch him closely. “Alright, here’s what we do. We’ll grab some kerosene tanks form the Chat, then we… we go to my dad’s shop and get some dynamite and then we drive down to Charleston and tell this lady who she’s messing with! Because this is some bullshit, y’all!”

You stood from the pew with a soft groan before grabbing JJ by the back of his jacket hood. He spun around quickly, still pissy until he realized it was you and softened up. You placed your hands on his cheeks, forcing him to look at you before leaning to steal a deep kiss from his lips. His hand grasped your hip for a moment until you pulled back to look at him fully. “J, baby. We’re not blowing up anything, okay? You need to take a breath and calm down so we can figure this out.”

In a fit of defeat, JJ nodded and plopped down on a seat, resting his forehead against your abdomen as you rubbed his back comfortingly. He sincerely just wanted to help his friends and get this treasure locked in, so it’s not like he had bad intentions. He just went into things without thinking them through for a moment.

“Denmark would’ve stood right here, preaching to everyone he set free. A slave, the sole survivor of the Royal Merchant, he got the gold and the cross and he brought them both to shore. He used it to free every person who walked through those doors. He made a church, a family, a congregation, a home. And the Limbreys took everything from him. They sicced dogs on his wife and his kids, and when he tried to get her remains, they hung him,” Pope’s voice wavered emotions as he paced the wooden floors. “Well, I’m done. I’m tired of that shit. That is not how this is gonna end. We need a freaking win, guys. I’m going to get my family’s cross.”

You all watched silently as he made his way down the aisle to the large wooden doors you had entered through before pausing to look back.

“You guys coming?”

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yourstrullyme · 2 months

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Outerbanks couldve been such a good show if only theyd stuck to the whole poor vs rich, teen shenanigans and left the whole guns and gold and killing out. just mischevious kids chilling during the summer. maybe even left the whole missing dad and treasure part but like, old timey style. like indiana jones style or those nicholas cage treasure films. and slower. as a sideplot that by the season finale and season 2 becomes the main one. but more of the vibes, yknow? not just another action series

#oh and make sarah and kayla gay together #kinda even feeling like rewritting it as i wanted it to be #its just got so much potential #meegs rambles #outerbanks #outer banks #obx

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ihavetoomanyocs · 1 year

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The way John B and Sarah from Outer Banks are (i just finished season 1) gives me Hunter/Andi vibes. Like Hunter isn't much of a touchie-feelie person, but he can't keep his hands off Andi. She's the person he reaches for when he just needs to feel something, whether that feeling is their fingers linking or him fully stepping up behind her and pressing his lips to the top of her head. Old people see them in the streets together, Hunter's arm usually slung around Andi's shoulders, and smile because "remember young love?" I don't know like especially the end of the last episode when they're just trying to get away and the guy on the boat sees how they are together, how John B refuses to leave Sarah's side and is always touching her somehow, really made me think of how i imagine Hunter Bradley to be with his girlfriend who he loves and knows he's going to marry within a few months of dating. OTPs, man.

#i finished outer banks season 1 today #and had this thought #power rangers ninja storm #oc: andi scott #hunter bradley #power of winter rewrite #my oc

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yellowlaboratory · 1 year

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I literally can not wait for the next part of the jiara slow burn, is it coming soon?

i was actually just working on that doc!! I had a major block with it right after s3 cause this chapter opens with a scene with the carreras that is pretty lighthearted, and i was feeling incredibly not lighthearted about the carreras in the immediate aftermath of the season. thankfully, i've worked through that minor trauma and I've actually finished the first draft of the chapter!! i have a mildly insane drafting system so it'll have to go through at least one major rewrite before I send it to my beta reader, but we're getting there, I promise!!!

#outer banks #obx #jiara #mamatbdc #memories and misadventures at the beach dune cafe #also so much actual plot shit happens in this chapter!!!#like you're going to be introduced to the beach dune cafe!!!#and the actual plot of the fic kicks off!!!#so I'm mildly excited about it #that being said it is highly plausible that this chapter needs multiple rewrites so........#we'll see

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lotusmi · 9 months

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3d is not proof of anything

You can tell me that you have no money, and I will ask to you, "how do you know you don't have money?" and maybe you will tell me "I just checked my bank account, I have no money".

But are you checking your bank account right now? No, you are not. Then you are imagining it, assuming that you don't have it.

Knowing Imagination creates reality, and that what you assume and identify as real is reflected, why you sustain limitations and lack in your mind?

You can Imagine and assume anything that you want. Do you want to be poor? I bet you not. Then free yourself in your mind to FEEL what you WANT to feel. REMOVE THE OUTER WORLD CIRCUMSTANCES. You are not forced to unknowlegde what you see with your mortal eyes as real, you can ignore and rewrite the history as you want it to be.

Now let me tell you, the whole world is imagined. Nothing you see with your mortal eyes is a fixed fact.

"If I can make something, I can unmake it. Whatever I can create, I can uncreate." NG

How can I create and uncreate? I dismiss what my senses tell me and I decide to be aware of what I want, knowing it is mine, I experience it. I cannot fail.

Don't take your circumstances to the mind, they are not real. You don't need to fight circumstances, that's not your business, they will be removed as you assume the end.

So if you see something in your world that you don't like, leave the world alone and change Self. Self is everything you identify yourself as being or having!

The confirmation that you have what you believe you have is in your Imagination, it NEVER was in the outerworld. You were always assuming that you had things, now you just assume you have things that you WANT.

If you still believe in what the senses shows you, you are not yet conviced that Imagination creates reality, not the other way around. When you believe it, you will know you are the master of your fate.

Don't sleep again, never forget this truth.

#law of assumption #neville goddard #living in the end #manifesting #loa blog #loa advice

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dearestdaffodils · 1 year

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Season 2, episode 2: The Heist

A/N: I, of course, do not own anything from or related to Outer Banks. Scenes, events, and dialogue are taken from the show; I am not trying to take credit for the work that the writers for this show did. Some scenes may be left out if I cannot find a way to work the reader in as a character.

Warnings (for the whole series): violence (as it is in the show), swearing, mentions of abuse, underage drinking and smoking, drug use

Gavin, meet me now at the construction site near that surf shop. You understand? You bring the gun, I will bring you your money. And then we’re done. Are we good?

Yes, okay. All right, I’ll, um… I’ll see you there.

“What? What does that face mean?” I ask, looking at Pope as he turns to face us.

“Did you hear something?” JJ pants.

“He… he’s meeting Ward right now.” Pope pants. “We gotta go.”

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“Nice camera.” JJ scoffs, peeking over the fence with Pope. “Where’d you dig up that relic? Why don’t you just use your phone?”

“Well, first of all, I like my antique electronics.” Pope shrugs, pulling his hood up to shield his eyes from the rain. “Second of all, this is a telephoto. It allows me to get a close image from far away.”

“Lord of the dorks.” Kie shakes her head, rolling her eyes.

“Don’t forget; you slept with him.” I whisper, squinting into the rain. “Can it even get a clear picture through all this rain?”

“Should be able to.” Pope looks through the eyepiece. “For definitive proof of witness payoff, we’re gonna need quality glass. There he is.”

“Get down.” JJ tugs on the back of Pope’s jacket, watching Ward climb out of his car and run though the rain.

Kie grabs onto my shirt, pulling me down into a squatting position, peeking through the gaps in the fence.

“And there’s Gavin.” Pope points out, watching the other figure follow Ward into the construction site. “Where are you going, you son of a bitch? No, no, no, no. I’m losing him.” He starts to panic as the two men travel further into the building.

“Shit. Where’s he going?” JJ looks around, squinting in the rain. “Hold on.” He jogs off, looking around. “Yo!” He whistles, gaining our attention after a few moments. “Hey. I found something. Come here.”

Pope and I scramble after him, slipping in the mud as we pull Kie along with us.

“Gotta go up top.” JJ pants, rushing up the structure.

“That’ll work.” Pope shrugs, climbing up the ladder after JJ.

“Hurry. Don’t wanna miss anything.” Kie follows soon after, leaving me to bring up the rear.

I hurry up the ladder, grabbing onto JJ’s hand once I reach the top, letting him pull me the rest of the way up. I follow him and the others to the edge, crouching down as we search for Ward and Gavin.

“You rolling, Pope?” JJ asks once we find them, watching Pope lift the camera to his eye again.

“Are you getting it?” I ask.

“Yeah.” Pope nods. “Yeah, I see them. Ward just handed Gavin something. I think it's a duffel bag.”

“Guys, I think this is a payoff.” JJ glances at Pope.

“Gavin doesn’t look happy about something. It looks like he’s yelling at Ward.” Pope narrates.

“Why?” I frown.

“I don’t know, but he sure looks mad.” Pope says. “Shit!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” I frown, squinting into the rain. “Are they fighting?”

“Looks like it.” Pope nods. “Something’s going down.”

“They’re really going at it.” JJ murmurs.

“Ward’s kicking the shit out of Gavin.” Pope gasps.

“Why are they fighting?” JJ frowns.

“I don’t know!” Pope panics. “I’m trying to see. Holy shit. Ward’s got a gun.”

“I bet that’s the murder weapon.” I whisper.

Bang! Bang!

The two gunshot pierce through the rain, echoing around the site. Kie and I gasp, ducking behind the wall to hide.

“Oh my god.” Pope pants. “Oh my god.”

“What the hell?” JJ drops down next to us, pressing his back against the wall.

“No, no, no, no. That did not just happen.” I whisper, covering my mouth in shock. “What is going on?” I cry.

“Tell me you just got that.” JJ pants, pulling me close.

“Enough to put this asshole away for life.” Pope nods. “This is freaking crazy. Oh no. Get down. Get down!” Pope drops back down, holding his camera close.

“Holy shit.” Kie whispers.

“I think we should go right now.” JJ looks at Pope. “Pope, you have enough, right?”

“Yeah.” Pope nods, putting away the camera. “Hold on. He’s coming out. There he goes. I think he’s looking for the gun. I think the gun just went down the drain. He’s looking for it.”

“Hold this.” Kie passes her bag to me.

“What are you doing, Kie?” I frown. “Kie-“

“What is wrong with you?” Kie stands up, shouting at Ward. “Murderer!”

“Get down!” I panic, pulling her down. “Kiara, are you crazy?” I hold her close, covering her mouth with my hand.

“What are you doing?” JJ frowns at her.

“I don’t care if he hears me. He’s a murderer.” Kie pants, pulling my hand away from her mouth.

“Yeah. And he’s gonna murder us, Kie.” I whisper.

“Guys, he sees us.” Pope panics.

“Are you serious?” JJ groans.

“Come on. We gotta go. He’s coming.” Pope grabs Kie’s arm, pulling her along.

“We need to get the hell out of here.” JJ grabs my hand, running with me. “Come on. Go! Pope, hurry!” He shouts as Pope starts down the ladder.

“I’m going! I’m going!” Pope shouts.

JJ starts to hurry down after him, muttering to himself. Kie starts down the ladder next, bringing her foot down directly onto JJ’s hand. “Ah! My hand!” He yanks his hand out from under her foot, falling on top of Pope as they fall to the ground.

Kie slips on the ladder, grabbing onto my leg as we make the same tumble as Pope and JJ. “Sorry.” Kie groans. “So sorry.”

“No, no, no, no, no.” Pope panics, hurrying over to his camera.

“You’re kidding me.” JJ frowns. “You fumbled it?”

“You kicked me in the face!” Pope huffs.

“She stepped on my hand!” JJ points at Kie.

“I was trying to hurry!” Kie defends.

“Hey!” I frown. “Do you guys want to keep fighting and get murdered by Ward or do you wanna get out of here and regroup? Let’s get going.”

I grab JJ’s hand in my right hand and Kie’s in my left, pulling them along as Kie grabs onto Pope. Pope quickly helps Kie over the fence, hopping over before both of them rush to the car. JJ hops up onto the fence, pulling me up and over.

JJ wrenches open the car door, throwing himself inside. I do the same, slamming the door shut behind me.

“Could someone fill me in on what the fuck just happened?” JJ pants.

Pope groans angrily, slamming his hands into the dashboard.

“Holy crap. I can’t believe it.” JJ shakes his head, causing rainwater to go flying. “Wait, wait. What were they fighting over?”

“Uh… it was… it was a gun.” Pope closes his eyes, trying to remember. “The one Rafe used. He must have kept it.”

“Of course! Of course!” JJ leans forward. “The murder weapon!”

“Pick up, pick up, pick up.” Kie mutters, holding her phone in her lap.

“Who are you calling?” I frown.

“Who do you think I’m calling?” Kie snaps back.

“The cops?” JJ shakes his head.

“Who else am I supposed to call?” Kie frowns.

“Why would you call the police?” JJ shouts.

Sheriff’s office.

“Shut up!” Kie shouts at JJ, turning her attention back to the phone. “Hello? Hi, somebody’s been shot at the.. at the Grand Street construction site! You guys need to hurry because he’s dying. I don’t know if he’s already dead or not!”

“We gotta go.” JJ panics. “We’re sitting ducks.”

“We can’t stay here.” I nod.

“What do you want me to do?” Kie sobs.

“Just drive!” Pope, JJ, and I shout in unison.

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“Look, it was right here, and this is where that maniac claimed his next victim.” Kie points around, talking to Shoupe.

“Uh-huh. His next victim?” Shoupe looks at her as she nods. “Right. How long ago did you say it happened?”

“Forty-five minutes ago, Shoupe.” I huff, standing with Kie.

“Okay.” Shoupe writes something down on his notepad. “And so, Ward Cameron just popped one off and shot him.”

“Yes.” Kie nods.

“Execution style?” Shoupe frowns. “And then cleaned it all up in 45 minutes?”

“Yeah.” I sigh.

“Obviously.” Pope huffs. “We filmed the whole thing.”

“You filmed it?” Shoupe pauses.

“Yes, but we can’t show it to you because I stepped on JJ’s hand, and then he kicked Pope and then Pope dropped the camera and it broke.” Kie rushes the words out.

“This is a telephoto, and we needed to get a long-distance image, and… and… and I fell, and it broke, so the video is basically unusable.” Pope sighs.

“And where were you in all this?” Shoupe points his pen at me.

“Kie pulled me down and I’m pretty sure I fell on the camera.” I huff. “Look, Shoupe. Just because you think my brother killed Peterkin, doesn’t mean you can put me and my friends on trial like this. But we were there! We saw it happen!”

“So the dog ate your homework, huh?” Shoupe raises an eyebrow.

“We know how it sounds, Shoupe. But…” I start.

“Look, I don’t know what you kids expect me to do with this.” Shoupe shrugs. “You drag me out here in the middle of the night for a whole lot of nothing.”

“No, it's not nothing.” I frown.

“Except for some crazy stories about how Ward Cameron’s out on a random killing spree.” Shoupe looks at us.

“We’re not making this up!” JJ frowns.

“It’s not a random killing spree!” I huff. “Gavin was his pilot! Okay, he was paying him hush money because he was on the tarmac that day. Gavin was blackmailing Ward because he had the gun that Rafe used to kill Peterkin. He called him here and tried to pay him off. But it wasn’t enough, and then he shot him. With the murder weapon.”

“How do you know that?” Shoupe frowns.

“Pope did this thing with his phone. He, like, put it in is car and—“ Kie sniffles.

“I heard their whole conversation!” Pope nods.

“You wiretapped him?” Shoupe raises his eyebrows.

“Is that bad?” Kie frowns.

“Stop. Just stop.” Shoupe sighs, setting his hands on his hips. “I’ve had enough.”

“What are you talking about?” I frown, rushing after him as he walks away. “You know what, Shoupe? I’ve had enough too! I’ve had enough of everyone listening to the bullshit the Camerons are spewing about my brother killing a cop! I’ve had enough of those assholes taking my family from me! I’ve had enough, Shoupe!”

“Big John was nothing but a con man and a liar… John B turned out just like him, to no one’s shock.” Shoupe walks back to the street, waving for everyone to go home. “You’d be better off forgetting about them and removing yourself from the Routledge name.”

“You’re lying!” I scream, tears running down my cheeks. “I’ll bet the Camerons are paying you off, right? How many of Rafe’s crimes has the sheriff’s office forgiven over the years? My brother would never have killed Peterkin!”

JJ gently pulls me close, wiping my tears and shushing me. “We’ll find another way, baby. It isn’t over yet.”

“They’ve taken everything from me!” I sob into his jacket, clinging to him. “Aren’t you sick and tired of them always getting what they want and us getting nothing?”

“Of course I’m sick and tired of it.” JJ sighs, gently rocking me from side to side. “But we’ll be no good at clearing John B’s name if we’re locked up in jail.”

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“This is the north drain.” JJ points. “It should’ve gotten washed into the gully. So if it got flushed form this drain, it would’ve been pushed out to, like —“

“Somewhere in this trash.” Pope looks down at the water.

“Correct.” JJ nods.

“Oh my god. People who use plastic should be shot.” Kie sighs.

“Okay, personally, I love plastic. Use it every day. Love the stuff.” JJ hums.

“Hopefully, you recycle it and don’t let it flush into the ocean.” Kie huffs.

“Of course.” JJ grins, looking at me and Kie. “Got my baby making sure I recycle and compost and shit.”

Kie shakes her head, laughing a little as she high fives me.

“I thought you’d say something like that, so… trash bags.” Pope takes them out of his pocket, holding them up.

“Did you just proactively protect the environment?” Kie smiles.

“Maybe.” Pope hums.

“You want J and I to leave you two alone?” I smirk.

“Just pick up the trash.” Pope tosses the trash bags at JJ.

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“Well, that was fun.” JJ sighs, looking at Pope.

“If it's not in the trash, then it's gotta be in the storm drain.” Pope suggests.

“It’s in… it's in the drain.” JJ sighs.

“Damn it.” Pope sighs.

“Of course it is.” I huff.

“Good thing I brought the crow.” JJ hums.

“So, are we gonna do, like, rock, paper, scissors?” I ask. “Or alphabetically?”

“Nah.” JJ bends down with the crow bar. “On three, Pope. One, two, three.” They both grunt, pulling the drain cover off.

“Or, like, the oldest goes?” I continue.

“In the sewer, there’s this worm that you get when you’re down there.” JJ hums. “It gets into your blood, and then it has to come out your pecker. So, uh… that would be a hard pass for me.”

“Wow, J.” I sigh, rolling my eyes. “You’re so brave.”

“That’s gonna be a no for me.” Pope nods.

“Great. So it's between you and me-“ I turn to Kie, sighing when I see her shake her head. “Awesome. I get it. You guys are scared. It’s kinda cute.”

“I’m not scared.” JJ frowns. “It’s the pecker thing.”

“You should’ve just led with that. You don’t have to be scared. I’ll do it.” I look at him.

“Okay, just, you know, be careful.” JJ murmurs.

“I’ll be so careful.” I look at him, sighing. “If I die down there, I’m gonna haunt you.”

“I’d expect nothing less, baby.” JJ kisses my cheek.

I sigh, getting on my hands and knees, starting to crawl into the drain.

“Just, uh, holler if you need anything, okay?” JJ calls into the drain. “We’ll, uh…. We’ll holler back.”

“Very helpful.” I call. “Thank you.” I huff, crawling further into the drain. “Shit.”

“Y/N, you find anything yet?” Pope calls, his voice echoing around me.

“Yeah, babe, do you see the gun?” JJ asks.

“Nothing.” I sigh.

“It's probably at the bottom of the catch basin.” Pope offers.

I crawl further, stepping into the waist deep water when I reach the catch basin. “This is just… this is awesome.” I sigh, searching for the gun. “Exactly how I wanted to be spending my time today.” I shake my head, searching around. “Guys, I think I found something!”

“Wait, you got it?” JJ calls into the drain.

“Is is the gun?” Pope asks.

“Oh… oh my god!” I scream. “Oh my god! You guys, there's something dead in here!”

“Like a person!” Pope asks.

I scream, moving up against the wall. “Oh my god! There’s something dead. I repeat…”

“Like a person?” Pope asks again.

“…there's something dead in here!” I shriek.

“Babe, don’t touch it!” JJ calls. “That’s how you get worms.”

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“You guys owe me for life!” I shout. “Oh, shit! Guys? Guys, the water!”

“Y/N, get out of there now!” Pope shouts.

“I don’t have time!” I panic. “Guys! Shit! Oh no!” I splutter, clinging to the wall as the water rushes through. I start to climb the ladder. “Please! JJ! Guys! Help! I’m over here!”

“Y/N!” JJ shouts, rushing to the manhole cover. “Babe, we're coming!”

“Hey, guys!” I scream. “I’m over here! The waters coming up!”

“Pull! Pull it!” Kie shouts at the boys, grabbing the cover.

“Getting close! Pull! Pull!” JJ shouts.

I push against the cover, grunting with effort. “Hurry! Hurry! JJ. JJ! Please! Please!” I panic.

“We’ll get you out of there. I promise.” JJ pants.

I grab onto the cover, taking a deep breath before the water submerges me.

“Come on!” JJ screams. “Get her out now!” He grunts, tugging the cover off and tossing it to the side.

I pull myself up over the side, coughing up water.

“Are you okay?” JJ pants.

I gag, getting on my hands and knees as I spit up water.

“I thought we lost you.” Kie whispers.

“Babe, you good?” JJ asks, an emotional edge to his voice.

“Never better.” I pant, coughing. I sit up on my knees, exhaling deeply. “This wasn’t what we were looking for, right?” I smirk, pulling the gun out of the back of my shorts.

“Holy shit.” JJ laughs.

“Oh my god.” Pope grins, taking the gun from me.

“That’s my girl!” JJ cheers. “We’re gonna get this son of a bitch!”

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“So y’all are telling me this is the firearm Rafe Cameron killed Peterkin with?” Shoupe looks at the gun.

“That’s exactly what we’re telling you.” JJ grins.

“And the exact same firearm that Ward just used to kill Gavin.” Pope nods.

“And where’s that corpse again?” Shoupe asks.

“Didn’t you look?” I frown.

“I checked the hospital. I went by his house. He was out.” Shoupe shrugs.

“He was out?” I huff. “No shit! Cause he’s dead!”

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I sigh, turning off the shower. “That was disgusting.” I reach my hand out through the curtain.

“Here.” JJ passes a towel into my hand from his seat on the counter.

“Thanks.” I wrap the towel around myself, carefully opening the curtain. “I feel like an actual human being again.”

JJ looks at me, holding a stack of clean clothes in his lap. “We really thought we almost lost you today.”

“I knew you’d get me out.” I whisper, taking the clothes from him.

“But what if we didn’t?” He whispers. “Then that would’ve been my best friend and my-“

“But you did.” I set the clothes on the counter, leaning against his legs. “You guys got me out and I’m here in one piece.”

“Thank god for that.” JJ hums, kissing the top of my head.

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caitlyn-winchester · 2 years

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If We Have Each Other- Elizabeth Bea Routledge (2)

Sunken Ships & the Boneyard

Catch up here -> Series Masterlist

John B x OC!sister

Tw: Guns, fighting.

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It was the morning after hurricane Agatha when Elizabeth woke up in her bed. She took in her surrounding as she realized she somehow made it back into her bedroom last night instead of being on the pullout couch. After taking a quick morning stretch, she reached for her nightstand to check her phone. She tapped and scrolled through multiple apps until she concluded that the Cut has no service.

“Fan-fucking-tastic.” she mumbled. She got out of bed and made her way to the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of water from the facet. Well at least they still has running water. She took her water and headed out to the back deck screen door. She gasped when she saw a huge tree knocked down in her backyard, along with many of huge branches. The tree scared her the most because if it fell in the other direction, they would have been toast.

She jumped slightly when she heard the screen door suddenly open. “Oh man.” John B yawned, looking at the tree. “That is not good.”

“Oh really? because I thought a huge tree falling over was a good thing.” Elizabeth gave her brother a bitch-face for stating the obvious.

“Ok Liz, I do not need your sarcasm first thing in the morning.” John B started to clear off branches from the HMS Pogue.

“Agatha did some work, huh?” JJ called out from the porch, sipping on a can of beer.

“Yes she did.” John B responded.

“You think?” Elizabeth quipped, going over to the boat and helping clear some branches away.

“Whatcha thinking?” JJ asked his best friend, moving closer to the boat

“I’m thinking that storm surge pushed all the crabs out on the marsh maze.” John B started to explain. “All the those drum are going to chase the crab.”

“What about DCS? Wasn't that today?” JJ asked as he leaned on the boat.

“I doubt they would get on a ferry after a hurricane.” Elizabeth said, trying to clear all the twigs and leaves off the boat’s bench.

“Yea come on guys think about?” John B held up a branch. “It’s God telling us to fish.”

And so they did. Once the HMS Pogue was cleared off, the teens got ready for their fishing trip. Elizabeth put on her swimsuit and covered it with jean shorts and a yellow tank top. She threw her hair up in a ponytail, not wanting to do anything too extra with it knowing she would go swimming. She picked up her pastel tie-day backpack and made sure it had all her boat essentials in it; sunscreen, an extra t-shirt, a book, towel, sunglasses and headphones.

As soon as Elizabeth opened her bedroom door she heard JJ call out, “Elizabeth, hurry the fuck up! We are going to miss all the crabs. Why do girls take so long to get ready?”

“Watch it Maybank. What’s got your panties in a twist this morning? Beer withdrawal?” Elizabeth fake pouted in a way to mock the blonde boy. “Also,” She turned to her brother, “You’re going to let him talk to me like that?”

“You were taking forever.” John B put his hands up in defense with a smirk on his face.

“I was in there for like 5 minutes.” She rolled her eyes at the boys

“5 minutes too long.” JJ snapped back

“Ok, I’m done with this conversation. I’ll meet y'all outside when you’re dont your bitch-fest.” Elizabeth states as she went outside to the boat. She made sure to knock into both of their shoulders on the way out.

****

The three teens set sail out on the marsh and went on their way to pick up Pope and Kiara. JJ was standing at the front of the boat, John B was driving and Elizabeth sat towards the back reading her book. On their way JJ and John B were discussing the different boats they past and the damage done to them.

“Hi Miss Amy!” John B shouts as he raises his hand in a friendly wave, “You guys get through it?” he asked.

Miss Amy replied with a quick “Still here.”

“She totally looked at me.” JJ smirked which caused Elizabeth to roll her eyes.

“JJ, that's illegal. She is like 40.”

“I saw it though.” John B egged on. Elizabeth groaned at the boy’s antics, she can't wait for Kiara to get here. “Man, look at this place.” John B commented which caused Elizabeth to look up and take in the wreckage to the fullest extent.

“Kiara would have a field day with the amount of trash in marsh.” Elizabeth laughed, the boys muttering out short agreements.

“Agatha, what did you do?” JJ whistled.

“She is a crazy lady.” John B said

They all pulled up to Heyward’s dock, begging Pope to come join their expedition.

“I can’t.” Pope sighed, “Pops got me on lockdown.

“Come on man,” JJ said then he started to mimic a radio, “Your dad’s a pussy, over.”

“Oh I heard that, you little bastard.” Heyward said as he came down the dock

“We need your son!” John B yelled

“Island Rules, you know.” Elizabeth shrugged, standing up from where she was seated.

“Yea, day after a hurricane is a free day.” JJ explained further, shugging.

“Who the hell made that up?” Heyward said is disbelief

“Uh Pentagon, I think.” JJ said as he bent down to pick up Elizabeth’s backpack. “Liz has a card and everything. Security clearance.” He fake looked through the brunette’s backpack.

“You think I’m stupid?” Heyward questioned.

“I’ll do it tomorrow.” Pope promised his father, walking towards the edge of the dock.

“Get in the boat!” John B loudly whispered

“Come on Pope! Be spontaneous.” Elizabeth commented.

“Make a run for it brother!” JJ said

Pope got in the boat besides his father’s protests. Pope gave one more apology over his father’s many promised punishments he will receive once he gets back. Heyward ended his promises with a simple “I don't like your friends.”

“I can’t believe you actually did that Pope.” Elizabeth smiled and patted his shoulder.

They four friends continued to make their way up the marsh until they reached the dock where they are going to pick up their final friend.

“Top of the morning to ya.” John B said in an awful Irish accent

“Please never do that again.” Elizabeth grimaced at her brother’s impression.

“Morning boys, girlie.” Kiara said walking down the dock with the cooler. As she stepped onto the boat, with JJ’s help, the boys asked her if she brought ‘juice boxes.’ Kiara came through of course and brought them.

The five Pogues are driving through the marsh, enjoying their responsibility free day. Kiara, JJ and John B were towards the front of the boat, drinking while Pope was driving. Elizabeth opted to sit near the back of the boat. She was sipping on some ice tea while reading her book. She would of liked to have some beer, but John B being in protective brother mode, did not let her. Incase the cops came by, he claimed when Elizabeth asked why.

JJ suddenly called out “Hey Pope. Can you go a little faster?”

“Oh god, here we go. Im moving.” John B said as he plopped down next to his sister, trying to get out of JJ’s line of fire. “We’ve tried this 6,000 times.”

“Doesn't work.” Pope said but sped the boat up anyway.

“Its gonna work.” JJ said as he stood at the edge of the boat. He angled the beer bottle in a way that it pour out and into his mouth due to the boat’s increasing speed.

“You’re getting beer in my hair.” Kiara groaned

John B had his arm slung over the boat’s seat, directly behind Elizabeth. He decided to mess with her by covering up her eyes, blocking her view from her book.

“John B, get off me.” Elizabeth demands, trying to push her brother’s arm away. When that fails, John B decided to do it again. “Seriously Bird, stop.” Elizabeth had enough and got up, despite the beer flying through the air. Before she could sit down, the boat came to a halt, making everyone fall. As Elizabeth fell, her book got flung into the water.

“Jesus Pope.” Kiara said as she got up, holding her side

“My book.” Elizabeth groaned, holding her head.

“JJ, Liz, you okay?” John B asking the two, clutching his side in pain.

“Yea, my book not so much.” Elizabeth said, leaning over the edge of the boat for her book.

“I think the heels touched the back of my head.” JJ groaned out, “Saved my beer though.”

“Congrats JJ” John B muttered.

“Pope what did you do?” JJ started to swim back towards the boat

“Sandbar. Channel changed.” Pope said leaning over the side of the boat to inspect what stopped it.

“No shit”

“Guys..” Pope started, “I think there is a boat down there.”

“Shut up, what? No way.” Kiara said in disbelief looking over the edge.

“No no no…guys i’m serious” Pope said looking at his friends, “There is a boat down there.”

John B looked over the edge, curious if Pope was right, “For real? Guys..this is a boat!”

“Your kidding?” Elizabeth said looking over the edge also, “Oh my god!”

“Holy shit. He’s right!” Kiara said taking off the top layer of her clothing, revealing her bathing suit. “Let’s go.”

“Do you think there is a dead body down there?” Pope asks.

“That would be your dream, wouldn’t it future coroner.” Elizabeth said.

The rest of the teens joined Kiara on stripping down to just their bathing suits. Then they jumped in the water giving strings of ‘Woos.’ Elizabeth pulled down her pony tail before jumping in, so it doesn’t get tangled. They all swam down deep into the marsh to inspect the sunken boat. They all looked around as much as they could until they needed air. The five teens broke the surface with a gasp.

“did you see that?” JJ said catching his breath.

“Yeah.” Pope said

“What the..” John B laughed out, in disbelief they actually found a sunken boat

“Thats a Grady-White. A new one of those is like 500 Gs, easy.” JJ said swimming back to the boat. All the teens went hopped back onto the boat. “Thats a primo rig.”

“Yea that's the boat I saw when I surf the surge.” John B recalled. “It must of it a jetty or something.”

“You surfed the surge?” Kiara asked.

“And you let him?” Elizabeth said to Pope.

John B shrugged and gave a simple “Yeah,” as if it wasn't a big deal. But it was a big deal. Elizabeth can not believe her brother would do something do something like that. Their father would always tell them to never surf the surge. It’s dangerous. Elizabeth misses the brother she had before her father’s disappearance. You know, the that didnt constantly put himself in danger.

“Yea that's my boy. Pouge Style.” JJ called out

“Don’t congratulate him, JJ!” Elizabeth exclaimed, giving the blonde boy a light shove. “John B, why would you ever surf the surge? You know its dangerous and dad would think-”

“You don't know what dad would think.” John B cut off his sister, “Dangerous is fun sometimes, ask JJ. Sorry I don’t live in a bubble like you, Goodie-two shoes. Maybe you need your own friends.” John B muttered out the last part.

“John B!” Kiara gave the brunette surfer a pointed look, knowing that comment crossed the line. John B may of said it softly but it was still loud enough for everyone to hear.

“You don't get it.” Elizabeth sighed frustrated and shook her head.

“Don't get what?” John B crossed his arms.

“No, its not worth it, carry on being stupid. You obviously don't care about what’s left behind when you wind up dead one of these days.” Elizabeth snapped, going back towards the boat again. She quickly wiped a tear that escaped her eyes, luckily the four other teens didn’t see it.

Pope cleared his throat, trying to relieve some of the tension. “Do you know whose boat that is?”

“No, but we’re going to find out.” John B said grabbing the anchor from the boat.

“Dude, its too deep.” JJ commented.

“Oh for the weak and feeble JJ.” John B said which caused Elizabeth to roll her eyes.

“Well, I’m not resuscitating you. I’m just making that clear.” JJ joked. He looked back at the youngest Pogue, who had one headphone in trying her best to ignore the current conversation. His heart tightened at her sadden expression.

“John B.” Kiara scolded, glancing in Elizabeth’s direction. John B shrugged, oblivious to the situation. Kiara was also not a fan of John B’s latest antics either.

“Diver down, fool.” Pope saluted.

“Diver down.” John B saluted back.

“Yea he is.” JJ pushed John B off the boat.

Elizabeth moved to the front to wait for John B to pop up like the rest of the teens. She fidgeted with her fingers while she waited, nervous for her brother. A couple minutes passed until Pope expressed his concern, “Should we get him?” But then John B popped up, gasping for air.

“Oh my god. That took forever.” Kiara expatriated.

“Thank God.” Elizabeth sighed with relief.

“Any dead bodies?” Pope asked.

“Looking potential?” JJ quipped.

“No, no. I found this motel key.” John B held up a key with a yellow tag on it.

“Great! we salvaged a motel key.” JJ said sarcastically. John B got back into the boat and started to drive back to the Chateau.

“Guys, we should report the wreck to the coast guard, maybe we will get a finders fee!” Kiara suggested.

“Wonder how much money we would get?” Elizabeth said with a smile.

“Yeah and not work all summer. Thanks Agatha ya batch!” JJ exclaimed which caused all of the other four Pogues to laugh.

When the five got back to the Chateau everyone walked over to Twinkie, except Elizabeth.

“Liz, let’s roll.” John B called out.

“I’m not going.” She said, walking towards the sibling’s home.

“Why not.”

“I’m too goodie-two shoes, remember? Don't wanna slow you guys down.”

“Is this still about what Cheryl said? I don't care that we have the same friends.”

“No John B, its not that. Just go.” Elizabeth walked inside the house, not waiting for a response.

“What’s her problem?” John B asked his three friends. Pope and JJ shrugged while Kiara gave him a pointed look. “What Kie?!”

“You’re an idiot, that's her problem.” Kiara rolled her eyes at John B. “Just drive.” She said trying to avoid the topic.

****

It was late afternoon when Elizabeth heard the Pogues return from whatever they were doing. She figured they went somewhere else after the coast guard because the length of time they were away. In the meantime, Elizabeth tried to keep herself busy by tidying up her room, coloring in adult coloring books (hey, it’s a guilty pleasure) and tanning. She was currently in her room hugging her stuffed turtle and reading The Lake.

She heard two soft taps on her door, “Who is it?” She asked, kinda hoping it wasn't her brother.

“It’s Kie, can I come in?” The curly headed girl asked

“Yea its open.”

Kiara enters the room shutting the door behind her. She walks over plopping down on the bed with a sigh. “You okay, Liz?” She asks.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Elizabeth said fiddling with her turtle.

“We both know that’s a lie.” Kiara said. When she didn’t get a response from her friend, she knew she had to change the topic. “Mr. Turtle keeping you safe at night?” She chuckled, patting the stuffed turtled head.

“You’re stupid.” Elizabeth laughed out, squeezing the plushie.

”Hey but it made you smile.” Kiara booped the young girl’s nose. “But seriously Liz, are you ok? That was some outburst earlier on the boat, even though it was totally justified.” Kiara added that last part just so Elizabeth knows she isn't making fun of her.

“I don't know..” Elizabeth trailed off, “I am tired of all the stupid shit.”

“Yea me too.” Kiara said, giving Elizabeth’s hand a squeeze.

“It’s just..” Elizabeth started, “John B started to become more reckless after our father’s de-...disappearance. At first I thought it was going to be a phase, you know to deal with his emotions. But I don't know anymore, it’s gotten worse Kie. I mean you obviously see that right? I- I just get so scared that I’m going to lose him. Mom left, Dad left and its about time everyone else leaves me too. And DCS is on our backs and they want to separate us too. It’s just alot sometimes Kie. I can’t lose another family member. I can’t lose you guys either. I just can’t..” Elizabeth starts to choke up at the end, not even realizing she started to to cry. Kiara pulls her bestfriend into a hug, shushing her lightly.

“Listen to me. I know it’s a lot right now but you have us, ok? We aren't going anywhere no matter what, Pogues stick with Pogues. John B may be doing some reckless stuff lately but even his pea-sized brain knows when things are too dangerous. Your his baby sister, he’d go through war to make you happy. I promise you that.” Kiara said keeping Elizabeth in a hug.

“You can’t promise something like that Kie.” Elizabeth sniffled.

“True,” She sighed, “But I know John B would never intentionally do anything to cause you pain”

“Then why does it seem like he has a death wish? I just don't get it! Doesn’t he see how it’s affecting me. How would he feel if did half the stuff he has done?”

“He’d probably lock you away in a tower like Rapunzel.” Kiara joked to lighten the mood. “Like you said, he is dealing with your father’s disappearance. He will come around. I remember you weren't exactly yourself when he first went missing.” Kiara explained.

“I guess so.” Elizabeth.

“Now, take a deep breath.” Kiara instructed, holding Elizabeth at arms length. The brunette girl complied. “We are hosting a kegger tonight. Want me to help you pick out an outfit and get ready?”

“Sure.” Elizabeth nodded, “Uh, could you put my hair in two French braid?”

“I was just going to suggest that.” Kiara booped the young girl’s nose again.

****

It was later and teens from all over where gathered at the Boneyard for the kegger. Elizabeth is feeling very confident in the outfit Kiara helped her pick out. They went with a clean pair of flowy island olive green shorts and a white tube top that brought out Elizabeth’s tan. She didn’t do too much with her makeup, just some mascara, brow gel and lipgloss. She didn’t much about doing full glam makeup, only growing up with a brother and her dad. Even if she did, the summer heat would melt it off. She was currently sitting around a group of Pogues that were her age. Elizabeth normally isn't the sociable type. She is most comfortable with her small friend group but she wants to get out of her so called ‘bubble’ she lives in. After a while, she got up to get a re-fill on her beer. She went up the keg John B was serving beer from.

“Ok guppy, I’m capping you off at two drinks.” John B said handing her a cup.

“Really?” She rolled her eyes.

“Yep. Make this one last.” He smirked at her, knowing he is annoying her. She just shook her head and walked away. She headed towards the water, looking out at the waves.

“What is a pretty girl like you doing all alone?” An unfamiliar voice calls from behind her. She whips her head around to see a boy her age. He was taller than her, with pale skin, green eyes and reddish-brown hair.

“Just watching the waves.” She blushed, becoming nervous with the boys presence.

“You know the party is over there?” He nodded his head up the beach.

“Yea, but I’ve been to most of these. They can get boring.” She shrugged.

“Oh you're from here?” he asked

“Born and raised. I’m Elizabeth by the way.” She offered out her hand for a shake.

“Alec.” he said, shaking her hand.

“Are you from here too?” Elizabeth asked.

“No, I'm visiting my cousin for the summer.” Alec said

“Oh really who is your cousin?”

“Topper Thornton.” Elizabeth’s face paled slightly. “Is something the matter?” Alec asked.

“No..Well kinda. See there is some turf rivalry on this island. The Pogues who are the poor and the Kooks who are the rich. I’m a Pogue. Topper is a Kook, which makes you a Kook. And yea, if my brother sees me talking to a Kook, especially a relative to Topper, he’d kill me...metaphorically.” Elizabeth explained.

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.” Alec said in disbelief. “How could you determine if you can talk to someone based on their class.

“I dunno, it’s just how it is.” Elizabeth shrugs, “Plus kooks don't have the best track record. They are stuck up bitches...no offense.”

“Well maybe, I’ll have to change you mind about Kooks.” Alec smirks.

“Maybe.” Elizabeth’s cheeks heat up.

****

It was much later in the evening. Elizabeth and Alec went their separate ways, going back to their own friends. She was currently sitting next to Kiara and Pope, the group talking about random stuff.

Their heads snapped up when they heard JJ call out, “Hey Sarah! Sarah, can I interest you in a tasty Milwaukee beverage?” JJ was very drink..or high. Probably both honestly.

“No, thanks.” She declines.

“Oh is to not fancy enough for you?” JJ comments. Kiara, Pope and Elizabeth got up from where they were sitting. They knew this was going to escalate, so they wanted to be close to intervene.

“You know what, I’ll take it.” Topper says, trying to grab the drink

“I wasn't asking you, but if you said pretty please, maybe-” JJ said

“Oh pretty please.” Topper mocks him, slapping the drink in JJ’s face. Then a fight breaks out between the two boys. John B tries to diffuse the fight but then Topper yelled out, “Dirty Pogues.” John B decided to enter the fight, tackling Topper.

Everything happened so fast. A crowd formed, some encouraging the fight and some yelling for it to stop. Topper punches John B, then kicked him in the ribs.

“Hey, John B, don't make me drown you like you old man, all right?” Topper warned, kicking in back down. This snapped something in Elizabeth as she ran towards Topper before he friends could stop her.

“Leave him alone!” She yelled, shoving him as hard as she could.

“Liz, no!” John B coughed.

“Stay out of this Lizzy or your next.” Topper said using the nickname that was only reserved for her father to use. Topper shoved Elizabeth hard, making her trip on a rock and twisting her ankle. Kiara and JJ rushed over to help her up.

“Don’t touch my sister!” John B exclaimed, tackling Topper into the water.

Everyone was chanting ‘fight.’ Pope and JJ encouraged John B while Sarah, Elizabeth and Kiara where begging for them to stop. At one point Elizabeth heard a familiar voice cheering for Topper to ‘beat that lowlife up.’ She turned her head and saw it was Alec.

“Really not all Kooks are the same?” She called out to him, which he just ignored her and continued on what he was doing. Kiara looked between the two young teens with a questioning look.

The fight continued to escalate to the point were Topper is now drowning John B.

“He is drowning him!” Elizabeth cried out as her worst nightmare is coming to life. “Guys do something please!” She begged Pope and JJ. JJ looks at her, then to the fight almost like he is contemplating something. “Kie, he is going to die.” Elizabeth clutching onto her best friend she was leaning on.

“Topper stop!” Kiara yelled, trying to hide Elizabeth’s face in her shoulder.

“Yea you know what that is.” JJ said after a few moments. Elizabeth looked up and saw JJ holding a gun to Topper’s head. She was in shock, where did JJ get a gun?

“We’re good! We’re good!” Topper said, putting his hands up.

“Everyone get the hell off my side of the island!” JJ yelled, firing two gunshots in the air causing Elizabeth to flinch at the sudden loud noise.

Kiara and Pope started to yell at their blonde friend about how reckless he is. Elizabeth limped over to John B who just passed out.

“John B! John B!” she cried out. She grunted as she picked him up in a kneeling position out of the water. “Wake up! Please wake up.” She shook him. “No! Please.” She begged sobbing, holding his head on her shoulder. Her three other friends gathered around her. Kiara put a comforting hand on Elizabeth’s shoulder.

“Liz he is alright, he is still breathing.” JJ said, kneeling next to her.

“Yea he still has a pulse. He is just passed out.” Pope said, having his fingers on his neck.

John B coughed a minute later, some water spilling out. “Guppy?” he called out.

“Yea, I’m here Bird.” Elizabeth replied, hugging him tighter

“I’m ok but I’m tired.” He trailed off.

“Lets get you guys home..you both had a long day.” Kiara suggests. Elizabeth lets go of her brother as Pope and Kiara help John B up and start walking to the van. JJ helps Elizabeth up and helps her walk as well due to her ankle.

“Hey JJ?” She asks JJ.

“Yea?” he replies.

“Where did you get a gun?”

“Long story.” He grumbles.

“Oh, well. It was kinda stupid but,” Elizabeth says ‘but’ before JJ can say something smart back, “Thank you. You saved John B.” She gave his side a squeeze.

“Anything for you Poguette.” JJ helps her into Twinkie. The five teens drive off, exhausted from the days events.

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celiamae99 · 16 days

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playlist for season 1 outer banks - college

you belong with me

oh, i remember you driving to my house, in the middle of the night

i'm the one who makes you laugh, when you know you're 'bout to cry

and i know your favorite songs, and you tell me 'bout your dreams

think i know where you belong, think i know it's with me

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someone to you the banners

i wanna be somebody to someone, i never had nobody and no road home

i wanna be somebody to someone, and if the sun starts setting, the sky goes cold

then if the clouds get heavy and start to fall, i really need somebody to call my own

i wanna be somebody to someone, someone to you

someone to you, someone to you, someone to you

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dress taylor swift

say my name and everything just stops, i don't want you like a best friend

only bought this dress so you could take it off, take it off

carve your name into my bedpost, 'cause i don't want you like a best friend

only bought this dress so you could take it off, take it off

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somewhere only we know

oh, simple thing, where have you gone, i'm getting old, and i need something to rely on

so, tell me when you're gonna let me in, i'm getting tired, and i need somewhere to begin

and if you have a minute, why don't we go, talk about it somewhere only we know

this could be the end of everything, so, why don't we go somewhere only we know

somewhere only we know

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invisible string

time, curious time ,gave me no compasses, gave me no signs

were there clues i didn't see, and isn't it just so pretty to think

all along there was some, invisible string

tying you to me

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dandelions

i think that you are the one for me, 'cause it gets so hard to breathe

when you're looking at me, i've never felt so alive and free

when you're looking at me, I've never felt so happy,

and I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime

and I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine, ‘cause I'm in a field of dandelions

wishing on every one that you'd be mine, and i see forever in your eyes

i feel okay when i see you smile, wishing on dandelions all of the time

praying to God that one day you'll be mine, wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time

#imagines #imagine #outerbanks #outer banks imagine #outerbanksimagine #outerbanksplaylist #outer banks playlist #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x routledge!sister #outer banks rewrite #outerbanks rewrite #outerbanksrewrite

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loveharlow · 2 months

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SEVEN - 002

PAIRING ‧₊˚ JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS‧₊˚[6.5k] based on 1x02.

WARNING(S)‧₊˚ swearing, mentions of parental neglect, mild violence, mentions of death/grief, disturbance of a graveyard (?)

NOW PLAYING‧₊˚

A/N‧₊˚ I've been wanting to do an OBX rewrite for a very long time so here it is, the first chapter from yours truly.

˗ˏˋ series masterlist ˎˊ˗

“DO YOU REALLY THINK BIG JOHN COULD STILL BE ALIVE?” Kiara’s slightly digitally distorted voice came from the other end of the line. Your phone was pressed between your ear and shoulder as you searched the hangers in your closet, bath towel wrapped snug around your frame and your hair thrown up into a bun, which was presenting more like a mess of damp strands.

“It doesn’t matter what we think, Kie,” You made clear, eyeing a cute shirt you thought you’d lost. “We should just be there for him.”

“Yeah… but what if we’re just feeding into a fantasy? Wouldn’t that make us bad friends if we weren’t honest with him?” You could hear her shuffling around on the other end of the phone as well, dresser drawers slamming occasionally.

“Maybe you’re right.” You sighed, throwing your outfit onto your bed and heading back into the closet to find a bikini to wear underneath. Living in the Outer Banks meant you had a plethora to choose from. “But the way I see it? If it were my dad that went missing, I’d be looking for him too. I’d give anything to even have that small hope that my dad was still alive back, but I know he isn’t… so, I understand.”

“I didn’t think about it like that…” It was sad to hear her so conflicted, as if she’d said the wrong thing.

“Well, I wouldn’t expect you to. And I would never want you to be able to understand that feeling. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.” You reassured, putting the girl on speaker to toss the phone on your bed and slipping the bikini you picked out onto your frame and tying the respective knots. “That’s why if John B thinks his dad is alive and wants to look for him? That’s what we’re gonna do. Because alive or not, John B is like a brother to me and leaving him to do this alone is what would make us bad friends.”

“I guess you’re right…are you still meeting up with the guys today?”

“Just J and John B for right now. Pope said he’d be around later after helping his pops.” You told her, slipping an oversized shirt over top of the bikini, eyeing your closet shelves for a pair of shorts.

“Alright, I might swing by if my parents aren’t up my ass about work.” She complained. “Talk to you later.”

“Later.” Was all you said before the end-call sound rang out in the expanse of your bedroom.

A swift series of knocks met your closed door from the other side, you shouted for them to come in, assuming it was either your mother or your dog Marley’s tail hitting the wood. The 2-year-old golden retriever had a knack for sitting outside your bedroom door on the rare occasion that it was closed and she wasn’t inside.

The knob twisted and in walked your mother, adorned in her signature navy blue pencil skirt and blazer, still a half hour to spare before she had to head off to her office for work. Rebecca Reyes was the Outer Banks’ most notable and renowned lawyer. Even when you still lived on The Cut all those months ago, she was still the island's number one defender. Moving to Figure Eight and getting rich, almost overnight, just gave her the resources she needed. You still questioned where all the money spawned from, chopping it down to your father’s life insurance coming through.

But the bank said that could take a while and you never assumed it was enough to buy a house on Figure Eight. But that’s adult stuff, you thought to yourself.

“You got home late yesterday,” She began bluntly, adjusting the diamond bracelet on her wrist. The smell of her expensive perfume already wafting into your space. “Where were you?”

“Just out with John B and the others.” You said with a shrug, walking out the closet with a pair of sneakers in your hands as you undid the tied laces.

She hummed, eyeing the space around you as if she’d never seen it before. “Did you hear about the boat they’re searching for? Scooter Grubbs’ boat?”

You side eyed her quickly, not quick enough for her to catch however. “Yeah, the whole island is losing their minds over it.”

“You and your friends haven’t come across anything, have you?”

“...I doubt we’d have any luck coming across a Grady-White, mom. Especially after the hurricane. That boat could be oceans away for all we know.”

“Right.” She agreed, but she seemed far away. Off. Why’d she care about Scooter Grubbs’ boat? “And what’s this I hear about some kid with a gun at The Point?” Your heart dropped.

“A gun?” You acted semi-shocked. “I don’t know, I wasn’t there.”

“Hm.” She droned. “Well, if you find anything don’t hesitate to tell me. Or Shoupe, for that matter. He said two out of towners showed up for the boat search yesterday, looked sketchy. So, be careful.”

You hummed in agreement, watching as the woman strutted out of the room without even a small ‘goodbye’.

You and your mother were nowhere near as close as you used to be. Your father’s passing caused a rift between the two of you that seemed irreparable. You just felt like she had become so cold and closed off, nothing like the woman who used to bake every weekend or plan family nights in the backyard. She was more secretive, dismissive. You couldn’t even remember what her smile looked like. She’d changed so much. She used to hate Sheriff Shoupe, said he was a dirty cop who worked under the rich snobs of Figure Eight. Now, it’s like they’re business partners of some sort and she is a rich snob on Figure Eight.

She even changed her last name back after your father died and wouldn’t tell you why. That was what made you feel the most alone. Rebecca Carter was now Rebecca Reyes but you were still Y/N Carter and your father would always be Owen Carter.

It was like she was trying to erase him and everything they’d built together.

You hated to admit that sometimes you wondered what your father would think of the woman she’s become. If she would be as unrecognizable to him as she is to you.

YOU SAT IN THE BACK OF THE VAN, legs bent as your journal rested atop your thighs while you scribbled down your thoughts and recent events — namely the events of yesterday. You had one earbud in, your playlist on shuffle as you half-listened into JJ and John B’s conversation that was happening in the front seat, the bumpy ride making your handwriting a bit chicken scratch-ish.

“I don’t understand why you don’t at least try with Kiara,” JJ started, his heavy boots kicked up on the dashboard. “She clearly likes you. She’s like ‘Oh, John B!’. She’s sketchy about you diving and then she kissed you, bro.” The blonde continued.

“She kissed me on the cheek. It’s not like we were makin’ out.” John B denied, brushing off the girl’s clear affections.

“Low-hanging fruit, bro.” JJ cut him off, the statement making you cringe in silence as you continued to scribble. “I see it in your eyes. You’re like ‘I kind of like that’.” JJ said in a mockingly low and seductive voice.

“Okay, you want to talk about me?”

“Yeah, bro, I wanna talk about you and your lack of game.”

“My lack- my lack of game? Okay, what game do you have, JJ? ‘Cause I haven’t seen any improvement in your case.” JJ’s head whipped between you and the boy in the driver’s seat within milliseconds before he was swatting John B’s arm.

“C’mon, dude...” He warned in a hushed tone. John B just chuckled.

“That’s what I thought.”

Moments of silence passed before their voices were heard again. “I gotta admit, your dad’s compass in Scooter’s boat? Freaky, man…” JJ claimed, twirling the newfound object between his fingers.

“That’s why we’re going to talk to Ms. Lana and figure this whole thing out. She’s his wife, she has to know something.” John B told him.

“And what makes you think she would want to talk to us?” You added, spooking the blonde boy in the passenger seat.

“How long have you been listen-”

“I’m always listening.” You spoke bluntly, a blank expression on your face as you averted your attention from your journal to him. “Anyway,” you dismissed. “A group of teenagers showing up to ask her about her dead husband, the boat that the whole island is looking for, and the compass we found inside of said dead husband’s lost boat? She’ll either think we’re criminals, FBI, or crazy.”

“Well, this is our first resort.” John B replied, eyes looking at you through the rearview. “We gotta try.”

“KNOW WHAT THIS HOUSE LOOKS LIKE?” JJ said, leading the group of us to the front yard of Lana Grubbs’ residence. “Whoever lives here smokes too much weed.” He observed the small, shack-like house — the walls were overgrown with weeds, the yard looked like it’d never been cut, the place was a mess from the outside.

The three of you stopped, more like flinched, in your tracks when you heard glass-shattering from the inside of the house followed by crash after crash. It sounded like the outside of a rage-room or a gun range.

“Maybe we should come back…” JJ advised, taking small steps back. But John B persisted, even as the two of you stood back in fear.

“No, no, shut up, JJ.” John B reprimanded absentmindedly.

“Tell me where it is or I’ll fuck you up!” A deep, brassy voice boomed from the inside. The voice so authoritative it made you shudder, but it didn’t worry you as when a woman’s scream followed. You could only assume it was Ms. Lana. “I’ll sink you in the fucking-” A crash, louder than the rest, cut off the sentence, almost covering the sound of Ms. Lana’s blood-curling screech.

“You’re hurting me!”

John B beckoned JJ and you on with his hands, urging the both of you to move forward. Reluctantly, and after a weary glance at one another, you and JJ followed the brunette boy who was edging closer and closer to the side of the house.

“Where the fuck is it?!”

“I don’t know!”

The three of you quickly dashed and ducked beneath the window seal on the only open window when you heard something hit the wall from the inside. You had just parted your lips to say that, just maybe, this was a bad idea. A terrible one, even, before a phrase yelled by the angry man inside had you shutting up.

“The compass wasn’t in the boat! Where is it, Lana?!”

“I don’t know!”

Your heart dropped as things continued to get thrown and slammed inside the house and you prayed those ‘things’ didn’t happen to be Lana. The paint and wood started to physically chip and fall off the walls outside, landing on top of the three of you crouched against the side of the house, wood particles falling into your eyes.

“Let’s get the hell out of here, man…” Another male voice commanded, followed by two pairs of heavy footsteps against the wooden floors inside. The three of you peeked around the corner to watch the two men disappear from the grounds through the front door, stomping angrily towards their boat.

The same boat that had been shooting at you only 24 hours prior.

“Those were the guys that shot at us.” JJ whisper-yelled.

“Go back.” John B commanded, pushing you all back behind the safety of the wall so they wouldn’t see you all. Once the boat sped off, the three of you slowly tip-toed your way into the house. The sound of Lana’s cries getting louder and more heartbreaking the more you entered the house, shoes crunching on wood and glass. Photo frames and dishes all broken into smaller fractions and littered on the floor, holes in the walls, kitchen cabinets hanging on by a single hinge.

“Ms. Lana?” You called out, voice laced with concern, eyeing the broken windows before they found Ms. Lana’s curled up figure on the bathroom floor right below the sink that was hanging on by a singular pipe. “Oh my God.” You gasped, kneeling right next to the woman and laying a hand on her shoulder that caused her to flinch and shrink in on herself.

She had tears running from her red, swollen eyes, curled up like someone’s child.

“She is tweakin’.”

“Shut up, JJ.” You hissed, shooting a mean glare at the insensitive blonde before turning your attention back to the feeble woman. “Do you need a doctor? We can call a doctor for you.” You assured, examining the multiple cuts adorning the woman’s face and arms.

“We can call the sheriff’s department-” John B was on the verge of suggesting before Lana cut him off frantically.

“No cops, please!”

“Mm, that’s not good. Let’s bounce.” JJ urged, weary of the woman’s persistence to avoid law enforcement.

“You shouldn’t be here...” Lana cried, her eyes focused on John B, speaking as her lip quivered and her voice shook.

The brunette’s face twisted, kneeling next to me to level his gaze with Ms. Lana’s. “Do you know those guys?”

“They were… looking for something.” Her voice wavered.

“...Does it have anything to do with this?” John B asked her, pulling the compass from the back pocket of his board shorts. You and JJ shared a glance, both knowing John B probably shouldn’t have shown it to her. “This was my father’s and Scooter had it. Do you know why?”

Why did John B think showing a woman his father’s compass and saying he copped it from her dead husband was a good idea? You had no clue. Interrogation tactic? Impulsiveness? Stupidity? Lana’s eyes were wide and teary, she looked like she was seeing ghosts.

“Scooter didn’t have it, okay? Don’t tell anyone that you have that. They can’t know that you have that!”

Your lips pulled themselves into a thin line and you were starting to feel less bad for Lana and more suspicious of the distressed woman. Maybe she wasn’t as innocent as she appeared. She didn’t seem to be a threat but she clearly knew things that she shouldn’t. You nudged JB’s arm, whispering in his direction even though the woman could most likely still hear you. “We should go…”

“You’ve gotta get out of here!” Lana cried, fearful gaze eyeing the compass in John’s grasp.

“What do you know about the compass?” John B raised his voice over her frantic one, still questioning Lana as JJ pulled him back and the three of you stood to leave.

“Go! Get out!” Was the last thing you heard as the hysteric woman yelled at your retreating figures.

“SO, YOU SAW THE GUYS THAT SHOT AT US, RIGHT?” Pope asked with his head in his hands, stressed after listening to JJ’s dramatic rendition of events. The three of you had returned to The Chateau and summoned Kiara and Pope not too long after, the events of today on the tip of your tongue. “Did you get a good description of them? Anything we can bring to a police report?”

You shook your head along with JJ and John B as Kiara and Pope sighed at you all's lack of response. There was nothing special about these guys. Sure, they seemed out of place but that’s because nobody on the island knew them. That was one perk about living in Kildare, everyone knows everyone. But these weren’t leather jacket, ski-mask wearing criminals. They didn’t stick out like sore thumbs.

“That’s not very helpful…” Kiara huffed.

“But, but,” JJ started again. “They were burly. Like the men I’d see at my dad’s garage. You guys know he made cargo hides for drug smugglers...” He reminded you all carelessly. “I can tell you with full confidence that these guys? They’re square groupers.”

“Like Narcos square groupers?” Pope questioned with little amusement, his face dropping as he watched JJ smoke against the brick wall.

“Like, Pablo Escobar square grouper?” You added on, just as skeptical from your seat on the patio floor, legs stretched in front of you and crossed over one another while you leaned on your elbows for support. JJ just nodded, blowing out smoke.

“You guys, not everything is a kingpin movie.” Kie reprimanded from her place next to Pope on the patio furniture.

“Okay,” Pope started. “What does a square grouper look like? Hm? Because clearly, you don’t know what you’re talking about-”

“Okay, you weren’t there! I wasn’t taking little mental polaroids the entire time, dude! I was under duress!” JJ whined to which you and John B rolled your eyes.

“Why would they want the compass?” Kiara probed, leaning forward in her seated position, resting her forearms on her thighs.

“That thing’s a piece of shit, you could pawn it off for five bucks if you wanted to… No offense, John B.” Pope claimed honestly, watching as John B flicked the object open and stared at it longingly, paying no mind to the boy’s insult.

“Well, clearly it’s worth something.” You popped in. “Considering these guys are willing to kill for it.”

“...The office.” You all turned to the scruffy brunette. A silent question on everyone’s face. “My dad’s office.” John B continued, shooting up and walking inside The Chateau as you all scurried to follow, shooting one another confused glances. “He always kept the office locked ‘cause he was worried about his competitors stealing his Royal Merchant research. Remember?” He directed at you and JJ, looking back but still walking forward. “We used to laugh at him like he was actually going to find it. But now that he’s…gone, I just left it as he kept it.” He said despondently.

“Yeah. For when he gets back.” Kie backed him up with a light-tipped smile. Keys jangled as John B unlocked the room you hadn’t seen in years. Not since before Big John went missing. Before all of this.

“I’ve slept over here like six-hundred times and I’ve never seen this door opened.” Pope said aloud, eyeing the office like a museum.

This was like being hit by a tidal-wave for you. And you’re sure it was the same for John B. You can remember the countless nights you’d slept over before and after Big John went missing. Before he went missing and you, JB, and JJ would peek inside just to watch him just write and type like his life depended on it. It even brought back memories of when your dad would stay a while after dropping you off to spend the night just to share beers in the backyard with Big John.

The nights after his disappearance weren’t as sweet though. Sleeping in a group hug around John B after his dad went missing. Then your friends all slept in a group hug around you after your dad went missing. Then they slept in another group hug around you when your dad’s body was found, washed up on the shore for the entire island to see. With the plethora of events, The Chateau became a haunted house in your mind.

“Look,” John B said, pulling you out of your stupor. He’d taken a bulletin board down off of the walls that was decorated with paper scraps and old pictures. His index finger pointed to the photo at the very top, a sepia-like tint to it. “This was the original owner of the compass.”

The paper pinned against the photo read ‘Robert Q. Routledge. 1880 - 1920’.

“There’s the lucky compass right there.” Kiara showed you all, pointing to the object clutched in the old man’s hand in the picture. You wouldn’t exactly call the compass lucky, though. And if it was before, it surely isn’t now.

“Actually, um. He was shot after he bought it…” John B informed. “Then the compass was shipped back to Henry.” He continued guiding you all through the timeline, pointing to the next picture. “Henry was killed in a crop-dusting accident when he had the compass.” You happened to look up at the exact same time as Pope, the two of you locking eyes with visible worry. “After he died, the compass was given to Stephen. Stephen had it when he died in Vietnam.” The boy ranted. “After that, Stephen passed the compass down to my dad.”

“This is painting a very bad picture, JB…” You warned, hand on the back of your neck as your face twisted.

“Yeah, he has a death compass.” Pope deadpanned.

“I do not.” John B denied, rolling his eyes and sitting down in the nearest chair with the compass still in hand. “My dad used to talk about this compartment here.” He explained, fiddling with the article between his fingers. “Soldiers used to hide secret notes.” He twisted the back of it off, revealing a word scratched into the top. He sat up with surprise as he spoke. “...This is my dad’s handwriting.”

Pope scoffed. “How can you know that?”

“He’s right.” You assured the doubtful male absentmindedly, squinting your eyes and craning your neck down to see the word written into the metal. “Big John had horrific handwriting and his R’s always had a point to them. I always used to think they looked like big-headed baby chicks, in a way. That’s definitely his handwriting.”

“Weird observation…but she’s right.” John B backed you up, his eyes going back to the compass. “Redfield…” He muttered. “What’s Redfield? Is it a clue?”

“A clue? C’mon that’s-” Pope began until you shot him a nasty glare, silently telling him to be helpful and supportive or shut up. His eyes widened as he gulped. “If it is a clue, m-maybe it’s an anagram?”

“Yes!” John B jumped up from his seat, beckoning you all to back up some. “Anagram. Perfect. You need paper.” He directed at Pope, eyeing scanning the cluttered space. Handing the boy an old, crinkled sheet of notebook paper, Pope got to work with the help of JJ and Kiara as John B and you scoured the desks for anything else of use.

Your ears were quick to pick up on the sound of an engine over the chatter of the brainiac bunch behind you. Eyes perking up to see a black truck pulling onto the yard.”...Guys?” You spoke, but not loud enough. “Guys!” You shushed them, all eyes turning to you. “Somebody’s here.”

The five of you crowded around the window, peeking through the blinds and peering through the dusted glass. Two males got out of the car and you recognized them immediately. “Those are the guys from The Marsh and Lana’s house.”

John B was quick to turn towards JJ. “Where’s the gun?”

“I don’t know-”

“Now you don’t have the gun? The one time we need the gun?” Kiara panicked.

“It was in my backpack and then I-...it’s on the porch.” JJ quickly realized, sighing before biting his lip out of frustration.

“Go. Go get it.” John B urged quietly but you were quick to step up, tugging the short sleeve of JJ’s shirt before he could open the door.

“No, no, we are not sending JJ out there to be pummeled by square troopers, square groupers, whatever they are-”

“We need the gun-” The bandana-wearing boy hissed.

“I don’t care. We stay put. We stay together.” You insisted. But JJ gently swiped your hand down and backed out of your reach, one hand up in surrender. “What’re you doing-”

“It’ll be quick, I swear. I’m like a ninja-”

“JJ.” You said simply, disappointed as you curled your fist in annoyance.

“I’ll be on my Batman shit.” He whispered before leaving the room quietly with the door cracked behind him, allowing you all to see him leave.

“John Routledge!” A country man’s voice boomed, causing JJ to turn around and slide his way back into the room quietly before he’d even made it two steps outside of the office. “C’mon out now!” JJ closed and locked the door as you all heard the pairs of footsteps enter The Chateau. The men began smashing and throwing things around just as they did Ms. Lana’s house. Was this their MO or something?

‘Window’ Kie mouthed, pointing to the window that led straight into the yard, towards the chicken coop and the surf shack. JJ and Pope rushed over to it as John B held down the door, which was just him standing against it with his hands above his head. JJ and Pope tried to lift the frame but it wouldn’t budge. Your face twisted in confusion, walking over to where the two boys were struggling and attempting to pull up the window seal yourself with no better luck.

“It’s painted shut.” You couldn’t help but smack your teeth, cursing under your breath as your eyes quickly scanned the room for something sharp as you patted the back of your shorts, feeling an object in your pocket. Digging your hand in to reveal a pen, the one you’d been using to journal that morning. You whispered for the guys to move before ejecting the pen and sliding it quickly along the seal to break it as quickly as possible.

Suddenly, one of the square groupers began kicking the door down, John B running across the room.

“Hurry!” Kiara whispered.

“I’m going as fast as I can!” You hissed. When the seal was completely broken, you wasted no time in opening the window, being the first to jump down into the backyard and making a b-line for the coop. The five of you piled inside one by one, the space surprisingly big enough for five fully grown teenagers as you crouched in tense silence. Just then, you heard a shot ring out from the inside of the house, assuming the man shot the door down.

Everyone could hear everyone breathing, shaky breaths all throughout the small enclosure. And the roosters. One rooster would not stop crowing. You were hoping, praying the damn thing would stop making noise. It wasn’t long before the guys were seen leaving the house, carrying at least two crates of books and research each.

“Pope, shut him up.” JJ demanded, referring to the rooster next to Pope that was making the most noise.

“What am I supposed to do?”

“Pet it or something, I don’t know.” Kie cried. Suddenly , JJ got up and grabbed the rooster by its neck, pressing it into the ground until its neck audibly snapped and its clucking ceased. You couldn’t help but cringe and look away, the sight somehow prompting you to gag. JJ’s eyes met yours as if he was making sure you were okay, you giving him a sickly nod in return. One that wasn’t as reassuring as you hoped. Kie was crying silently and you didn’t miss the way John B grabbed her hand in comfort.

“WHAT BETTER PLACE TO HIDE A MESSAGE THAN A FAMILY HEIRLOOM?” John B tried to muse from the driver’s seat of The Twinkie.

“Maybe somewhere more easily accessible.” You said bluntly, laying back on the floor of the van, your foot on Pope and head in JJ’s lap, Kiara in the passenger seat. “Like a hidden jewelry box compartment or a locked drawer. Not inside of a death compass on a dead man’s sunken boat.”

John B simply ignored you. “He had to know it was gonna get back to me, right?” He spoke hopefully, referring to his father.

“It’s possible.” Kie agreed from the passenger seat next to him, not wholeheartedly however.

“It could also be possible that you’re concocting wild theories to help deal with your sad feels- Ow!” Pope was interrupted when you kicked his knee, shooting him a glance that said ‘what the hell'.

“You know how I process my sad feels,” JJ started, your eyes drifting to him as your head craned slightly back from its place atop his thighs. “Dank nugs and the stickiest of ickies.”

“Preach.” You agreed, dapping up the blonde boy.

“Look, I’m not concocting, okay?” John B nearly shouted in frustration. “My dad’s trying to give me a message.”

“...If it helps you believe, John B.” Kiara tried softly.

“I don’t need a therapy session. I’m not trippin’ out.” He dismissed the four of you. “My dad is missing, okay? Missing. You guys don’t know what it’s like to have the person closest to you vanish and have no idea what happened.”

Suddenly, the two pairs of eyes in the back of the van turned to you. You couldn’t help but curl in on yourself slightly. “Stop it.” You demanded, averting your eyes to the window, watching the palm trees pass by. You hated when they acted like you had to be shielded from things because of what happened to your dad.

“It’s been almost a year.” Kiara nudged JB, letting it go. “But fine. What do you think the message is?”

“Redfield.” The brunette reiterated hopefully. “Redfield Lighthouse. My dad’s favorite place.”

THE LIGHTHOUSE LOOKED A BIT DIFFERENT THAN YOU REMEMBERED. It looked older, more rickety. You could swear it was leaning now. The five of you stood staring up at it before John B turned around to face JJ.

“You’re gonna post up out here and look for bogey’s. Alright?”

“Wait, why me?” JJ asked pitifully.

“...JJ, there are independent variables and dependent variables. You’re an independent variable-” Pope tried to reason.

“Shut up.” The blonde-haired boy dismissed with a snarl.

“We don’t know what you’re gonna do!”

“Just shut up!”

“Listen to me,” John B broke the boys up, pointing an assertive finger. “Pope, you stand lookout with JJ. Y/N, you make sure they don’t rip each other’s heads off. If we get split up, we meet back at JJ’s house.” You watched as Kiara and John B hopped over the fence and onto the lighthouse property. You slid your back against a nearby tree, one earbud placed in your ear as you drummed your fingers against your thigh, playing with blades of grass between your fingers.

“I’m gonna work on my merit scholarship essay. I’m trying to keep felonies to a minimum.”

“All right, would you just shut up already?” JJ sassed, you rolling your eyes and scoffing at them both. A few beats passed before JJ spoke again. “They’re probably boning in there right now.”

“Jesus, JJ…” You breathed out.

“What? You don’t honestly believe they don’t have a thing for each other, do you?” He defended.

“Maybe you’re just jealous.” Pope offered from his place in the grass.

“Jealous? Of what?”

“Because John B’s trying to move in on Kie and you have a thing for her.”

“Listen, dude,” JJ started with his hands out in front of him. “Kie’s hot and all but she’s a kook. I don’t see her like that.”

“That’s what they all say.” You sang playfully, causing JJ to whip around to face you.

“Oh, really? And what about little miss pretty & popular?”

You visibly cringed. “Ew, don’t ever refer to me like that again.”

“You’re telling me you aren’t crushin’ on someone? No rich, polo-wearing kid swept you off your feet during you and Kie’s kook year?” He egged on.

“Knock it off, JJ.” Pope defended when he saw how your face fell at the mention of it. You hated when they brought it up. Technically Kie’s kook year was longer than yours, considering you’d joined her kook friend group when you moved to Figure Eight. That was an era of your life you’d love nothing more than to forget.

“Fine, fine,” He backed off, his hands thrown up in mock surrender as he backed some steps away. Just then, the three of your heads whipped to the dirt road behind you at the sound of police sirens. You snatched the earbud out of your ear and pocketed it, standing up from your place against the tree. They were clearly headed for the lighthouse.

“What do we do? Do we wait?” Pope asked frantically.

“We can’t, man, c’mon.” JJ urged, sprinting towards the van with you and Pope following close behind. He jumped into the driver’s seat, pulling off before you and Pope had even closed the side door completely. You could only have faith that your other two friends made it out okay.

“NEXT TIME YOU END UP AT THE SHERIFF’S OFFICE, YOU CALL ME FIRST. DO YOU UNDERSTAND, JOHN BOOKER?” Your mother reprimanded the poor boy, her heels clacking against the pavement outside of the department. You didn’t expect a call from John B after you all had run from the lighthouse, coming from the Kildare County Sheriff’s Station from John B saying he and Kiara had been “arrested”.

“Yes, ma’am.” He affirmed. By the time you’d arrived at the station, Kiara had apparently already left with her dad who’d refused to bail John B out as well, leaving the boy with only one other option. The three of you stopped in front of your mother’s car as she now turned to face the two of you.

“Shoupe already has enough to deal with. The sheriff’s office doesn’t need a couple of rowdy teenagers on their radar. I don’t know what you kids were doing up at the lighthouse that led to this, but drop it. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” You both blurted out simultaneously, your mother having a newfound knack for intimidating people. She didn’t hesitate to jump in her car and start the engine, giving one last look as a goodbye.

YOU WERE AT THE DOCKS WAITING ON JOHN B, SITTING ON THE WOOD AND SWINGING YOUR FEET. You’d gone with him when he realized it was time for him to work, an employee saying Ward was looking for him as soon as the pair of you had arrived. He was up on The Druther’s, Ward’s boat, talking to the man himself. You couldn’t tell what the conversation was from your seat on the docks, so you waited. It was only minutes before the boy himself came stomping down the marina, prompting you to get up and dust yourself off.

“Is everything okay-”

“I just got fired.” He blurted, not even making eye contact with you and he brushed past you. You stuttered at his passive nature, scurrying to follow behind him.

“What do you mean you just got fired?”

“Ward found out about the gear.” He scoffed, and even with his back to you as he breezed through the working people to leave the dock, you could almost feel his frustration. “I can’t believe her.” He muttered.

“Who? Who are you talking about, John B?” You soon got your answer as Sarah Cameron walked by, you and the girl making brief eye contact with a mutual snarl on both of your lips before her attention turned to John B, who she somehow saw after you.

“Hey, John B.” She greeted, her hands full of paper bags that were filled to the brim with groceries, a large, brimmed hat on the top of her head. You weren’t surprised when he continued walking as you followed without a word to the girl, but she persisted. “That’s it?” Sarah scoffed. “Not a ‘hey, how you doin’’? Not a ‘kiss my ass’?”

You didn’t expect John B to turn around and swiftly walk over to the girl, getting all in her face. With the noise of the busy marina in the back, their close conversation became hushed but it was still audible enough.

“Your secret’s safe with me? Really?” Your friend pressed the girl. “I just got fired because of you. And I know you can’t imagine that but some people need jobs, so they can eat.” Nothing shocked you more than when he smacked the bag of goods from her arms, leaving Sarah stunned as fruits rolled in front of her sandals. Her jaw slack and eyes wide.

“What the fuck?” She hollered.

“You are exactly who I thought you were, Sarah Cameron.” He reprimanded, turning and leaving behind a stunned kook girl. Although, you would’ve paid money to see that again, it was such an odd interaction.

You knew he worked on Ward’s boat so he was bound to come across her but you weren’t aware they really talked. If you didn’t know either of them, you’d assume they were a high school couple arguing out in public.

The brunette brushed past you once again, taking his time and seemingly building up the courage to break into a run.

“Wh- John B!” You called from your place in the parking lot. “John B, where are you going?!” But it was no use as he simply left you behind and continued sprinting away. You figured you’d just give him some space to himself.

YOU’D RECONNECTED WITH POPE AND JJ SOON AFTER BEING LEFT IN THE DUST BY JOHN B, meeting them on the docks in The Cut. The three of you had been there for some hours, you helping Pope fix a generator while JJ smoked unhelpfully to the side when John B pulled up in The Twinkie.

He honked, beckoning the three of you into the van with a finger and none of you questioned what was happening or where you were going as you hopped into the rickety vehicle. You were mildly pissed about being left at The Marina but you got in nonetheless.

THE SUN HAD SET AND YOU ALL STILL HADN’T ARRIVED YET. John B briefly explained the destination and plan but you half-listened. You’d been driving for a long time, picking up Kiara along the way, with no clue as to where the five of you were going.

“Do you mind if I sit this one out?” JJ asked tiredly. “It’s been a long, weird day…”

“Look, I know I was wrong about the lighthouse.” John B acknowledged. “And wrong about everything else. But I was right about one thing — my dad is trying to tell me something.”

Just then you pulled up to a graveyard, the five of you piling out of the van with a flashlight each in your hand. “This place is scary.” Kie voiced. “John B, what are we doing?”

“You know how you’re trying to remember a song but you can’t remember who sings it?” He started. “Redfield. This whole time, I thought it was a place.” He explained as you all followed him further into the mess of graves and tombstones. “But it’s not.” He held the lantern in his hand up once you all stopped in front of a tomb, one of the tallest ones in the yard, revealing “REDFIELD” engraved in the stone. “It’s a person. My great-great-grandmother, Olivia Redfield. That was her maiden name.” He spoke longingly, looking up at the stone letters. “Help me with the door. C’mon.”

Pope stepped forward as the remaining three of you flashed your lights in the pair’s direction as they attempted and failed to push the tomb door open.

“Are you pushing?” Pope said to the brunette.

“Yes, I’m pushing.” John B strained out. Then JJ was jumping into help but even with his addition, the boys had no luck opening the door. They all jumped back when a snake hissed, peeking its head out from a crack in the stone structure.

“Woah! That’s a moccasin, alright” JJ started, jumping back almost cartoonistically. “Ye-old cottonmouth. Death in tall grass. Roof! Roof!” JJ started barking at the snake. Sometimes, you questioned his sanity.

“JJ! Shut up!” You warned the erratic blonde.

“You’re gonna wake the dead.” Pope slapped him on the shoulder, grimacing.

“Dude, they’re afraid of dogs. Everybody knows that.” He breathed out, straightening himself back out.

“Look, John,” Pope sighed, turning his attention back to John B. “We’re not gonna get in there, it’s not budging. We should probably just go.”

You were examining the tomb carefully, flashlight trailing the structure up and down before you noticed something. “I think I can get through.”

“...What?” John B spoke.

“You think you’re gonna fit through that hole?” Pope asked, worried.

“I’ll do it.” You reassured them, ignoring their concerns. “Just help me up.” They all shuffled to help you up — Kiara and John B holding the vines away and to the sides while JJ and Pope intertwined their hands for you to use as a human step-stool.

“What am I looking for?” You inquired, eyes fleeting to John B.

“You’ll know when you see it.” Your hands slapped your thighs. Helpful, you thought, but you didn’t ask anymore questions. You put your flashlight in between your teeth, like a dog carrying a bone before laying a hand on each of the boys shoulders, you put your foot over their connected hands and boosted yourself up.

It was a tight squeeze but you made your way through, landing on your feet and removing the flashlight from your teeth. It took your eyes a minute to adjust, staring at the walls of the spooky space.

“You alive in there?” JJ called.

“Alive and kickin’.” You called back, aiming the flashlight everywhere, scanning over everything. But the space was much bigger than you thought and your one flashlight didn’t seem to be enough. “I need more light, please.”

“Gotcha’.” John B said, pushing his arm holding the lantern through the crack of the wall, illuminating the space by tenfold. And that light was just what you needed.

“Oh my God…” You breathed out. John B may not have led you all on a goose-chase after all.

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A little catching up - Prince Sidon x Male Reader SMUT

So lmao, I finally got around to writing some nsfw content, this is actually fairly old but I figured I’d dig through some of my old files and post some things, I’m not super proud of this (deadass forgot I had it too, but I hope y’all enjoy it)

Heads-up, this doesn’t exactly reflect my current writing style (didn’t wanna rewrite all 3.2k words of it) so it might read a little funky with the first person reader.

Btw there will be more coming soon too, I’ve got a few projects in the works with CoD stuff.

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!

It’s been a long fucking week, first, you had to leave the domain to accompany Link on one of his quests, which left you bruised and pissed off. Then on the way back a blood moon rose to the sky and revived all the lizalfos, the octorocks, bokoblins, moblins, and even a few stray guardians that had landed themselves on the path back up to the domain. Finally reaching the bridge that led straight into the kingdom you sighed, the sun had risen by then and all you wanted to do was lay on Sidon’s stomach while he floated above the deep waters of the East reservoir.

Each step after the other felt forced and almost not your own as your legs began their usual path from the bridge up to the reservoir dam where the bed you had been given resided. Hoping to find your lover sprawled out there waiting for you or swimming within the waters you were sorely disappointed when he appeared to not even be there. Nor had anything changed in the area since you left. The bed was perfectly made from when you last left it. None of the bottles or dishes on the sides had been moved or opened. Even a thin layer of dust had begun to form, strange given the room was open air. Giving into the fact that your royal lover wasn’t there, you lay on the bed after removing your shield, armor, and weapons from their places amongst your body. Pulling the covers over yourself and closing your eyes a deep, well-deserved slumber was yours at last.

As you slept, Sidon was up at Vah Ruta watching over the lands of Hyrule as its red beam was aimed at Calamity Ganon. He had been none the wiser that you returned, your paths hadn’t collided given you could only take the roads home while he could swim all the way to the divine beast if he wished. The sun was directly overhead, noon, when Sidon decided he should head back, missing the comfort of the pools and the joyous laughter of young Zora running about. Climbing down the mountain Sidon wondered if you were back from your trip with Link yet. He only said that you would be gone a week at most, so he counted down the seven days that you were set to be gone. That’s the reason he came all the way up to Ruta, to see if he would be able to find you along the path and walk back to the domain hand in hand.

Once he reached the banks, he began swimming up the rivers, small falls, and finally one of the larger ones leading straight up into the central area of the domain. Asking around if anyone had seen you, the guard stationed at the entrance said you came through and said hello before heading up to the dam. He could’ve settled with a mere nod and would be sent running, but the fact that they told him where you were made him spring faster than he had ever run before. There was no direct path with water to your room, so the bridge and staircase leading up was the only option. Racing up the stairs, nearly falling off around the bends, he makes it to the top and finishes his sprint as he makes it to the bed.

He almost couldn’t help but pick you up and start swinging you around in his arms, but he knew you needed rest and a lot of it. Trips like these with Link always took it out of you and he knew it. Very gently he picked you up in his arms, removing your outer layer of clothes to leave you in a pair of boxers, he headed towards the reservoir. Thank the Goddess you were a deep sleeper, he had no intentions of waking you as he was getting into the lake. Making his way into the water, he turned onto his back with you on his stomach, almost curled up on his abdomen he smiled. He always loved these moments, the world was calm for the two of you, nothing else mattered, it was just you two in a lake with nothing to bother you.

It was nearly dark when you woke up, gently lifting your head, the surroundings set in rather quickly. You were no longer in the bed you fell asleep in, instead, you laid on your lover's chest, in the middle of the reservoir, at dusk.

“Good morning my darling,” he said in a quiet but excited tone, he could only hold back so much joy that you were awake.

“Good morning, well, it’s evening isn’t it” you giggled lightly at the end of your statement, happy to be where you were.

“I’m happy you’re back” Sidon spoke calmly, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek.

“I’m happy to be back, and in the one place I favor most of all, with you” Pushing back into his palm you smiled, locking eyes with the prince.

“What shall we do now that you’re awake? We could keep floating out here, go lay in your bed, watch the night sky, explore the mountains, what do you wish to do?” Sidon rattled off the first things he could think of for you both to do now that you were revitalized after your long journey.

“I think I have a better plan my prince, let’s get back to land first” There was a glint in your eyes as you said it, he couldn’t figure out what you meant by it but agreed nonetheless and started using his feet to kick you both back to the dam.

Standing on solid ground you stretch your limbs out, a few creaks here, a crack there, and a happy sigh leaves your lips. Coming up behind you Sidon wraps his arms around your shoulders, bringing you closer to him.

“So what did you have in mind my dear?” He whispered, the moment was peaceful and he dared not break it.

“How about we spend some quality time together, on my bed, for a few hours, and possibly have some fun while we’re at it?” There was that glint in your eyes, once again he couldn’t quite figure it out, but with the way your tone relayed its sultry message, he came to understand very quickly.

“I think that’s a lovely idea, but I do have a question,” you hummed, urging him to continue, “who’s going to be on top?”

“I’ve been gone far too long, and I want to please you my prince, allow me to do so.” Turning around to face him you started running a hand up his chest, leaving it near his pecs as he thought over his response.

“Then be my guest” Sidon replied huskily as he unwrapped his arms from you and headed towards your bed. Once in your small room, the boxers you had left yourself in were thrown to the side, next to everything you stripped off before your slumber. Sidon laid himself back on the bed, it was just big enough to where he could stretch his legs out and they had a couple inches before the end of the mattress. Spreading his legs apart with a hand on either of his knees, you scoot between them.

“How rough do you want me to be?” A normal question you would ask before sex, always wanting to make sure you weren’t too rough on the Zora.

“As rough as you please,” the look he gave you said more than his words did, needing no further response you continued to move closer to his crotch. Beginning to push onto his sheath, two tips began to poke their way through. A groan leaves Sidon’s mouth as you continue to prod at his sheath, he’s not all too used to having someone else do it for him. Finally able to see half of his cocks, you begin to lightly tug on them as well, encouraging them to fully come out. With a little more pressure and jerking of the lengths, they are fully erect and out of their sheath. Sidon locked eyes as you began to kiss the tip of each cock, a small whimper escapes him when the kisses become sloppier and precum starts to leak from his slits. Now you have deep-throated one of his lengths before, and while you’ve tried both, it’s never been possible for you. That was going to change today. Taking one into your mouth, you start the usual routine.

Sucking on one while your hand slowly pumps the other, after about a minute or two, you switch dicks, using your saliva as a lube of sorts to make it easier to jack him off.

“Oh my Goddess, (y/n) please keep going, you feel so good.” All Sidon could do was beg you to keep going and moan out with how good you made him feel. Pulling off his cock, you began to jerk both lightly, then you pushed both tips to your lips. Sidon let out a gasp as you took the first few inches of both cocks into your mouth. “Please don’t hurt yourself dEAR-“ his words were cut off with a moan as you shoved another few inches into your mouth. His lengths were equal in size, but they were not small in any capacity, both were long and thick, so 5-6 inches deep into both you could feel the tears beginning to streak down your face.

Once you got comfortable with that bit in your mouth you started bobbing your head, pushing a little bit further each time you went down. Eventually, you managed to get both cocks to the back of your throat, feeling the tips smack into your throat was a shock, a painfully pleasant one. Sidon put a hand on your head as he tried to steady himself with how much pleasure he was receiving from you. Moans and grunts were all he could produce at this point, too overwhelmed to form words let alone a sentence. Slowly speeding up once you felt his hand grip

your (h/l) (h/c) locks, the moans he let out became louder and higher pitched, he was coming close to his peak, and that only spurred you on further.

Thankful for the distance you had from the domain now more than ever as his volume somehow only increased. His hand never actually pushed you down further or faster than you went, he knew you were providing more than enough pleasure for him that he dared not intervene. A few more bobs of your head and he came, shooting stream after stream of thick cum down your throat. A lovely thing about Zora, their sperm glows in the dark, a beautiful thing to see especially when it’s nighttime. As you pulled off his cocks, a small bit of his cum dribbled out of the corner of your mouth. Swallowing whatever was in your mouth still, you made eye contact, heaving right after and moving forward to kiss Sidon.

“Every time I taste you, you only get better my prince.” Your words made him moan into the kiss, only able to speak between the searing lip lock you were caught in. As you moved a hand to his face, the other was busy at his ass, finding his hole rather quickly before using some of his own cum as lube. Pushing a finger in he moaned into the kiss once more, before you pulled away to scoot back on the bed. Making yourself level with his hole you began to stick your tongue inside of it, licking and opening him gently with the wet muscle before coming back in with a finger and then two. Scissoring those gently before getting rougher and rougher in your motions, a third finger is added as the process repeats once more.

“How do you feel Sidon, how do I make you feel?” Asking for his praise he moans and manages to get a few words out.

“Amazing! No one else could ever make me feel the way you make me feel!” Finally getting what you want, you remove your fingers, pleased with how stretched he is. Using some of your own spit left on your hand, you lube up your cock before aligning it with his hole. Slowly pushing the tip in he grabs at the sheets, trying to go slowly even with the urge to shove your whole length into him. Inch by inch you work your dick into his tight hole, reaching your pelvis you stop and let him rest with your dick fully inside. Sidon taps your thigh giving you a “go ahead” before you start moving slowly. Pulling out to the tip you push back in slowly, once you set this slow steady pace Sidon takes a couple of minutes to get used to it before begging you to speed up.

“Please (y/n), go faster please, we both know I can take it.” His words just urge you to pull out and slam back in. A shrill moan is ripped from his lips as you start a brutal pace into him. He was right about one thing, he could take whatever you gave him. Continuing the pace you grab his thighs, attempting to just push them up so his legs are bent. You continue with his legs like that for a good while before you decide you want to be deeper into your lover. Grabbing the back of his thighs you push them to lay on his chest, the new angle allows you to shove yourself all the way into his hole.

“BY THE GODDESS YES!” Sidon screams at the top of his lungs, his prostate well abused by now as your tip continues to jackhammer away at it. At some point, he grabs his legs by himself and holds them to his chest to allow you to use your arms for whatever you please. A hand went to his throat while the other went to his cocks, lightly squeezing his throat and jacking him off at the same time. It took very little time with all this stimulation to cum for the second time that night, the luminescent liquid splattering his chest, yours as well, your hands, and some even made it to his face.

“Look at you all covered in your own cum, how beautiful it is to see you glowing from it.” A chuckle followed your statement as you continued your brutal pace into his asshole. Letting go of his cocks to let them rest after orgasm, your other hand went to support you by holding onto his thigh. It only took another dozen thrusts or so before you were pouring your cum into his ass, filling him up with more than just your dick. Pulling out you let yourself catch your breath as Sidon stared up at you, blissed out and the happiest he’s ever been. “How about one more hm?” He perked up at your words, confused by what you meant. Then it all clicked when he saw you pulling his thighs down and straddling his waist.

“Wait (y/n) I just came and so did you, shouldn’t we wait a minute?” He hurriedly spoke, trying to figure out your rush in movement.

“But the best pleasure comes from that.” The words you spoke were full of lust, and nothing but it as you started to slowly grab and jerk off his cocks. Rising up above them, you aligned both with your own hole, slowly pushing down. Now you were not stretched nearly as much as he was for your cock, so the process of sinking down took much longer. Managing to get both tips in, you sit there for a moment, letting you both adjust to the feeling, then half an inch further, a rest, half an inch, rest, an inch, rest. This continued until you were sitting on both cocks, both deep inside your ass, brushing your prostate just by sitting there. Slowly you pulled your hips up, pulling out until his cocks were halfway out of you, then falling back down onto them. Doing this again and again you tried to set a pace for yourself on his massive lengths.

Finally getting a steady pace you pull out until nothing but his tips are inside you, then slam back down. You both moan louder than ever and then you do it again, lift up, slam down. Continuing over and over again, until you are simply fucking yourself dumb on his cocks. You knew his orgasm was approaching quickly when he started to grasp at your thighs and thrust up slightly when you came down. With his help thrusting up, you started to feel that oh-so-familiar knot bundling up in your stomach. Keeping up the pace you set, it took not more than 10 minutes before you both came in sync. Your cum shot onto his chest and face while he shot into your ass, filling you so much that it began to leak out around his cocks.

You sat there for a good while, not wanting to move from the rather comfortable position. After roughly 15 minutes you slowly pulled his softened cocks out of you, cum dripped out of your stretched hole and he was covered in it. Moving to lay beside him, you collapsed once you weren’t directly over him, shimmying closer to his larger frame for warmth.

“Was that enough pleasure for you my prince?” You ask quietly, not able to raise your voice with how sore your throat is.

“That was more than pleasure my dear, that was ecstacy and nirvana.” He gazed down at you as he spoke each word was quieter than the last. Sleep was slowly becoming a need for both of you, but not wishing to sleep covered in layers of cum you stood up and walked to the lake.

“Are you going to come wash yourself or are you going to lay there covered in cum?” Turning around to face Sidon, he moved his head up to look at you, not even thinking twice before standing up very slowly and carefully, having orgasmed three times he was shaky. Grabbing your hand, you both stepped into the lake and started to wash yourselves. Moving closer to the Zora you started helping him wash off some of the sweat and semen from his chest and face. Once you were both clean, you’d stepped out of the lake and walked back to the bed. Sidon’s cocks had gone back into their sheath by now, but you just grabbed your boxers you haphazardly discarded earlier and slipped them on.

Sidon removed the cum and sweat-covered sheets on the bed before grabbing a fresh set for you both to sleep on. Laying down he opened his arms, awaiting you to climb into bed with him to sleep. Falling into his arms, you snuggled ever closer to his chest before closing your eyes.

“Goodnight my prince, I love you.”

“I love you as well my dear, sleep well.”

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