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[writingoddess1125]

Barefoot and Bruised

ALL ABOARD THE ANGST AND DEPRESSION TRAIN! TOOT TOOT MOTHERFUCKERS

Buggy + OOC/Reader

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️ Depression, Character Death, Saddness, Angst

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"You can't do this to me Captian!" You sobbed out, Rage in your eyes as you stared at who you thought was the love of your life. There standing on the tiny life boat with all your stuff that had been pulled from your quarters as the crew, once thought to be your family leered at you and cackled at your pathetic state.

You had been with Captian Buggy in what you had thought was a loving relationship. You gave him your heart, your body- and this is what he does to you... sees you experiencing what could only be morning sickness and has you thrown out like a stray.

Standing there still in his sleeping shorts that he had worn when he fell asleep next to you the night before.

"Oh? The Cabin Whore things she can tell me what to do?" He laughed, the crew joining in as you felt your skin burn with embrassment.

"Y-You were the only one I was with" You choked out, Buggy's eyes not meeting your own.

"And with how easy it was- Would be surprised if half the crew was with you at this point. A few nice words and you fell in a mattress like a slut" He sneered. Your heart shattered then and there- he had been the only man you gave yourself too.. and he called you a whore?-

"B-But it's yours!- you know this" You pleas, but the clown waves you off. Instead reaching into his pockets to pull out a necklace- payment for your services..

"Could be anyones- But I'm not heartless. This should suffice as payment" He said cruelly throwing the necklace.

You sobbed as the jewlery hit you and fell to the floor of the boat. Looking back up at Buggy as fat tears rolled down your face- His cocky persona staring back at you.

"P-Please- You'll kill us" You said softly, Buggy laughing at this as he waved you off.

"If it truly is mine then- It will live!" He said with a laugh, the crew also laughing at you as the boat was lowered into the ocean. You sitting in the tiny dingy and staring up at Red Top as you floated towards the islands that Buggy had chosen to abandon you at-

Your eyes locking onto him as he stared down at you- sailing away.

That imagine would haunt him for the rest of his days.. watching you sail off with that heart broken and shell-shocked look on your flushed face. Wearing the shirt he had worn the night before and nothing else-

Cruel heartless bastard.. That's the only thing he could call himself after that day.

His own ego had done this- His pride in wanting to be a famed heartless pirate had made him throw away the only person he loved. The only person who loved him. He had regretted his actions, knowing you couldn't have cheated on him nor were you a whore- but his own insecurities more willing to think you'd betrayed him rather then being the father of your child.

He had wanted to find you- searching the East Blue were he hand abandoned you, hoping to see your face and drag you back with him.

But for 6 years he had failed- Growing in his status as a Pirate but he hadn't cared for it... the alcohol no better then vinegar and the food like ash on his lips. The success wasn't worth it- Non of it could quench his hunger like you did..

So jovial men a hardened and angry mess- Willing to burn everything to the ground with a simple hope of feeling anything again that wasn't self-hatred.

It acted as a tradion of sorts for him- Buying something from a vendor as a token of what it once was- before burning the village to the ground and ripping away all its valuables... Wasn't like he wouldn't get his money back at the end of the day anyway-

Today was no different, having his crew stop on a random island on the East Blue. He always went first, going into the village to search for you and when he failed, buying some trinket to add to visual representation of his failures.

As he walked, the world no better then to be in Grayscale thinking of which place he will destroy first a flash of blue caught his eye, craning his head to follow it quickly.

Buggy stared at the starving child- A feeling of pain hitting his chest as he stared at the miserable little thing. Her feet cut up and bare red from exposure with tried blood on them, Her skin which reminded him so much of your own was dirty, ashy and covered in deep blue bruises that seemed to paint her whole form. Which was only being covered by what was once a dress and now a tattered patchy mess- A breeze most likely ready to rip it and leave her bare to the horrors of the world.

The Clown watching as the blue was matted hair, sticking up and dirty from lack of washing. Attacked to it, a equality dirty little girl digging through a trashcan in an alleyway and pulling out bread that even in his reasoning wouldn't be suitable for a bug to eat let alone a little girl.

"What are you looking at Mister?" The little girl said defensively snapping Buggy back to reality as he saw ger holding the bread like he was gonna take it from her- it would have been funny if she didn't look so damn awful.. he look in her feature, trying to track why they were so familiar to him. A twisted scowl that hung low on her rounded race, a normal nose buttoned and high however tinted red like she had a cold- But it was her eyes.. oh those sad little eyes that told him all he needed, Shaped just like yours but with his unique color. The mop of matted blue hair also cluing him in-

But he could see on her face, despite how thin, the perfect mix of you and him- it damn near took his breath away to see her. In most cases he would even call her the most beautiful being in this world..

How could you let them be on the street? Let them walk around half starved and beaten so terribly?

Stepping closer to the alleyway that she was standing in, he looked over to see only trash and a wooden box- which he assumed she'd been staying in. Confused and hurt at not seeing your face as well.

Was she by herself?

"Where is your mother kid?" He scoffed anger biting his tongue, staring at matching ocean eyes like his own. The little girl glaring up at him apprehensive of him rightly so, clearly his words hitting a nerve in her little body.

"Shes Dead-"

Her words knocking the wind from Buggy's lungs and his anger turned to himself once more...

"Oh.." blinking back what felt like tears in his eyes he glanced away for a few seconds. The burn of her words echoing in his brain as guilt began to fill his hallow heart.

"How?" He said a bit sharply, seeing the child's body language grow a bit hesitant and defensive as she took some steps back.

"She was robbed and murdered for her necklace" She said truthfully. Buggy staggering at hearing this- remembering the gold necklace he had tossed at you when he left you on that damn boat. He had ment for you to sell it.. why hadn't you sold it!? You could have lived- He could have apologized to you, grovel at your feet and begged for forgiveness!

The child continued to stare at him- clearly able to tell he was in his own mind. It took him a few seconds to recollect himself, meeting her eyes again as he kneeled down to be more eyelevel.

"What happened to her body?" He asked calmly.

"Why should I tell you?" She shot back, almost pulling a laugh from the man. She had his attitude it seemed.. poor thing-

"Fair enough-" He mused "You're a rough kid" He said calmly. Staring her down- part of him wanting to reach out and take her in his arms, cry into her dirty hair and beg for her to forgive him for leaving her and her mother.. Grovel before this begging child- However his fear of her running away was stronger. If he did that she could escape and would have to rip this village apart to find her.

"...H-How do you feel about working kid?" He said softly, his voice wavering at his own words. The way he eyes shined at hearing the opportunity for money reminded him of his own- hungry.

"Really?" She said loudly, Buggy reaching into his pockets and pulling out a 10000 beri note. Holding it out to her which she greedily took- the note looking massive in her tiny fingers. He could practically see her counting how much food she could get with the bill.

"There is more, If you agree to work on my ship as an apprentice" He said calmly, The little girl holding the note highly in her little fist and looked at his skeptical. "That and I feed my crew really well. We do circus shows too and wear whatever costumes we want" He pitched with his kindest and most performance voice, watching her eyes light up at the idea. A grin stretching across her face and he damn near wept- The same smile you had.

"I accept Mister!" She said loudly, Buggy giving a stiff nod and holding out the small bag he had been holding for her to carry- figuring she would be suspicious if he didnt have her do something for her new job. That and he would most likely give the trinket to her anyway- along with anything she could ever desire.

"Whats your name?" He asked, watching her proudly take the small bag to carry. As well as getting a better look at her arms- so thin he could see the joints of her elbows.

"Aoko" She said proudly, Buggy damn near rolled his eyes- 'Blue Child...very funny (Y/N)' He though, Standing back to his full height and waving her forward towards the pier.

"Alright. Aoko.. Let's head to your new home" He said calmly, watching her skip forward with the bag. Unaware of her Father staring right behind her, as tears rolled down his panted face finally.

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[nahoney22]

Hey! Hope you’re doing alright and hydrated ❤️ I have a request if possible…I’m a sucker for angst so was thinking how would any of the batch (your choice) would react dying in the way Aunt May died in Spider-Man NWH…like she was right for a second and then it just happened.

It’s ok if you don’t feel comfortable about it, Ty!

No Way Home - Readers Death

All Bad Batch Boys X GN!Reader

As the request says, boys reacting to your death like Aunt May’s in NWH

warnings: mentions of death of reader, swearing, blood, denial, major injury but not in detail, suuuuper angsty. ALL ABOARD THE ANGST TRAIN 🚂

authors note: very sorry for the delay nonny 💜

Echo

"That was a close call, too close," Echo breathes out, his voice laced with relief as he finds himself amidst the wreckage. You had just rescued him, albeit recklessly, but the danger had finally passed, and it was time to return back to the Marauder. What a mess.

"Tell me about it," you reply, forcing a short laugh despite the heaviness in your chest. As you approach Echo, you grow confused as his widened eyes catch your attention, as if he had witnessed something utterly horrifying. "Are you alright, Echo?"

He hesitates for a brief moment before rushing over to you, swiftly offering support as you suddenly collapse onto your knees. "Take it easy, cyare," he urges, his concern palpable. Confusion washes over you at the intensity of his worry.

"I'm fine, really. Just... need a moment to catch my breath, that's all."

Echo’s hand that was on your back comes forward and both of your hearts thunder at his crimson stained blood. “Is that yours?” You whisper, looking at his hand and tune up at him. But, his face said everything.

“We need to get you back to the Havoc. Now.” He had lost so much already, he couldn’t lose you.

“I’m fine Echo. I just need a second.” But your words were slow, laced with tiredness as your body starts to shut down. “Just a second.”

How many more seconds were you willing to give?

“I’m fine…. Aren’t I?” Your head tilts to the side as you look up at him, his eyes flooding with tears.

“Yes,” he rasps but his voice didn’t carry the strength of truth. “You’re going to be fine.”

“Just a few more seconds.”

And that’s all you could give him. He wanted a forever.

Hunter

Hunter caught a whiff of it before he saw it. At first glance, you appeared relatively unscathed, just a bit battered from the recent attack. As always, you mustered the strength to stand up and push forward. But the scent of blood hung in the air.

However, the moment you took a step forward, you stumbled, only to be caught by Hunter. "Tech, I need an immediate extraction. Track my location. Now," he urgently commanded, his words filled with anguish, leaving you perplexed.

"Why the extraction? I simply tripped, silly," you chuckled softly, your nose nuzzling against his—a familiar gesture between the two of you. But as you attempted to sit up, your body betrayed you, and you remained rooted to the ground. His gentle pressure on your side triggered a wave of panic. "Hunter, am I injured?"

"Yes," he replied softly, "but don't worry. Tech and the others will be here soon, okay? Just hold on."

"Why are you telling me to hold on? I'm fine. I feel fine!" you protested, emotions rushing over you, followed by a fit of coughing that caused you to cry out in a pained sob.

"Take it easy, my love, take it easy. You're going to be alright. I won't let you slip away. Never," he assured, his words filled with desperation.

Sadly, even his words couldn't save you.

He cradled you in his arms for what felt like hours, feeling helpless, lost, and consumed by anger. "Please, wake up," he whispered, gently stroking your cheek, his tears falling onto your skin. "Wake up."

Wrecker

"Are you alright, babe?" Wrecker rushes over to your side, forcefully kicking away the heavy debris that had engulfed both of you during the chaotic mission. It was just the two of you, both bewildered about what went wrong when the onslaught of rubble descended upon you.

Coughing, you nod while dusting off your eyes. "Y-yeah, I'm okay," you groan, joining Wrecker in removing the rubble that trapped your body. He assists you in standing, his arm wrapped around your waist as the two of you make your way towards the exit. But he abruptly halts as something warm trickles onto his glove.

Slowly, he withdraws his hand from you, desperately hoping it isn't what he fears. Unfortunately, it confirms his dread. "You, uh, you're bleeding quite a bit," he immediately informs you, flustered, as you stop and look at him, noticing the blood staining his glove.

"Oh," you manage to utter, but in that split second, you collapse to the ground. You believed you were fine, or at least you thought so, but witnessing the consequences of the mission on your own body triggers sudden pain.

"Fuck, are you okay?" Wrecker drops to his knees beside you, but it's too late. Just like that, you're gone.

"Baby?" he whispers, gently nudging your shoulder and placing his large hand over your cheek. "Hey, come on now. We have to keep going."

He's in denial. You can't be gone. It's simply inconceivable. The others hear him when he comms them, begging and crying and screaming your name. You left his life just as quickly as you fell into it.

Tech

With adrenaline still coursing through your veins after the attack, you and Tech find yourselves surrounded by rubble and debris. Despite the chaos, you can't help but chuckle at the mess when you meet up beside Tech. "Well, that was quite an eventful ride, huh?"

"Yes, but it shouldn't have happened. I'm uncertain about what went wrong," Tech muses, resting his chin on his hand in deep contemplation. However, you reassure him with a kiss on the cheek, conveying that worrying about it can wait and that it's best for both of you to make a quick exit.

But as you continue walking, a sudden surge of pain radiates from your stomach, causing you to clutch it tightly before collapsing to your knees with a thud. "Tech, I don't feel well," you manage to utter through the discomfort.

His face instantly fills with concern as he swiftly approaches you, crouching down to your level. "Let me quickly check your vital signs and see if we missed any injuries."

Tech retrieves his scanner and begins assessing you, but his heart feels like it's about to burst out of his chest, as if it's being stomped upon, when he sees the results. Your minds are hazy, too clouded to fully comprehend the situation, as he urgently speaks into his comm, likely calling for assistance.

His hands gently grasp your shoulders, guiding your head to face him, even though you struggle to rely on reading his lips. Yet, there's an undeniable sense of concern in his eyes.

"Tech, what's happening?" you whisper, your voice filled with both pain and confusion. Your eyelids grow heavy as an overwhelming wave of drowsiness begins to wash over you.

"You're injured. Quite severely, I'm afraid," he responds candidly, wrapping his arms around you as you nestle into his side. He does everything within his power to prevent any further damage from occurring.

"It's not that bad," you mutter, your head lolling against his shoulder. "I'm just a little sleepy. I need a moment or two."

"No," he shakes his head adamantly, his voice filled with urgency. "No, you must stay awake, my love. Okay?"

As your eyes close, you release a deep exhale. "Just a few minutes, okay? You can wake me up soon."

Tech's heartache intensifies as he witnesses the person he loves slipping away right in front of him. His lower lip quivers, his mind desperately searching for solutions, for any brilliant ideas that might help, but nothing seems to work. "Stay awake, my love. List all the stars, moons, and planets for me, like I taught you. You have to stay awake," he implores, his voice filled with desperation.

"I can't," you sigh dismissively, leaning into his chest. "I'm so tired."

"Please... please, don't leave me.”

Crosshair

"Why are you looking at me like that? Stop looking at me like that!" you exclaim, feeling uneasy under Crosshair's intense gaze. The mission had concluded, and you were both making your way out when he abruptly halted, fixated on your movements, as if witnessing a lifetime's worth of memories in an instant.

Confusion etches your face as you turn to him, repeating his name, but he remains motionless. It takes a shout from you to finally elicit a response.

"You're bleeding," he states firmly, dropping his rifle and stepping closer to you, causing your brows to furrow. You instinctively touch your head, finding a small trickle of blood.

"Well, of course I'm bleeding. A building just collapsed on us. It's just a scratch-" you begin, but he cuts you off.

"No," he interrupts, his tone resolute as he positions himself directly in front of you. He raises his wrist and speaks into his comm, urgently requesting an emergency evacuation.

"Crosshair, baby, I'm fine!" you protest, tugging on his wrist, urging him to keep moving. However, he remains steadfast, unmoving. Instead, a sudden wave of excruciating pain seizes you, causing you to cry out and clutch your side.

As you pull your hand back, your eyes widen in shock at the sight of crimson staining your palm. "W-what?"

Before you have a chance to collapse, Crosshair catches you in his arms. "Shh, it's okay. I've got you. The others are on their way."

"Crosshair, w-what happened? What's going on?" you panic, squirming in his grasp, only intensifying the pain.

The Marksman rarely experienced panic, but watching you in this state was unbearable. He felt utterly helpless, unable to do much except apply pressure to the bleeding wound. "Stay calm. It... it will be okay," he says, his voice wavering as he tries to reassure both you and himself.

"When can we go home?" you whisper, breaking the long, painful silence that had settled between you. He can't find the right words to say, so he simply holds you tightly, knowing that you're in shock and asking questions that may not make complete sense.

"Soon," he replies, his voice stiff, his lips lightly brushing against your forehead as he closes his eyes, feeling his heart shatter within him. "We'll go home soon."

Crosshair was never quite the same after you left for home.

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[fanaticsnail]

Hi, I love Spasorrow fic, I'm really sick right now so I spend the day reading all the things you wrote.

English Is not my first lenguage, and I barely understand how Tumblr works.

I got this idea but I can't figure out how to write the story.

This Is a Buggy x Reader idea, they were friends with Shanks and navigate with Roger, but one day there's a storm and reader falls overboard.

Shanks and Buggy thought reader died, but for some reason they can't drown, years later they sneaks to Buggy's tripulation to kill a man since they are now a mercenary. Buggy starts falling for them since they treat him like a human being without being intimidated by him. Later Buggy recognice readear and...? I don't know

Hello, love! I'm glad you've enjoyed my writing. I adore writing for the sapsorrow fic, it's always on my mind of late.

I've done a similar fic like this before for Shanks! It's an amnesia-trope fic where "reader" loses memories after falling overboard. It's called "Remember Me" and it's on my Masterlist if you'd like to take a look! 🖤

For Buggy, I absolutely adore the concept. You could go a similar route with it: amnesia after serving aboard Gol D Roger's ship with the two young apprentices, Shanks and Buggy.

For plot purposes:

Shanks reads as a perpetual flirt who has never had to work hard to gain the attention of friends and lovers.

Buggy has always seen himself as unlovable due to his disfigurement (nose).

How your concept reads as a bulleted point:

OC/Reader has been working hard to build up Buggy's confidence; Shanks is always a reassuring king. Buggy thinks the two of them are simply making fun of him.

Amongst a storm: Buggy, reader/OC and Shanks were tasked with tying the rigging for the ship. They work hard, reader/oc always reaching out for Buggy to protect him, knowing if he falls overboard he'll be rendered defenceless and likely die.

As one final wave swells, the three of them all look amongst each other. Buggy slips, reaches for reader/OC but finds Shank's arm in their absence. Reader/oc smiles in relief, all is well - but the ship's bottom hits a large coral bank and they're tossed to the side of the boat. Seaspray renders Shanks' vision blurry, Buggy tries to reach for reader/OC but they scream at him not to because he'll die.

Buggy doesn't want to lose them, screams over his shoulders for Shanks to help him but as he turns back around - he's met with nothing. His soul screams out for them, Shanks manages to clear his eyes from the sea spray but it's to no avail. Reader/OC is lost to them.

Notes:

That is really where I would start it as a chaptered fic. It has so much potential to take it anywhere you want.

Reader/OC could be found by a ship of conflicting pirates who take pity on them in the storm

Reader/OC could wash to shore and be taken under the wing and train as a marine under Garp and Bogard

This one could be exceptionally sad/angsty if they were the one tasked with bringing Gol D Roger into custody and execute him. Having amnesia and be made to kill your childhood captain would just have me crying so much.

They could not be found at all and be made to fend for themselves. Accidentally stumbling into a thief's guild, they could learn to train with them to complete tutorship as an assassin.

To set the mood for you to write to, I have some song recommendations for you!

My Heart With You - The Rescues

Play With Fire - Sam Tinnesz, Yacht Money

Siren Song - Bat For Lashes

If you need any help, I am absolutely happy to beta-read / proof read for you over google docs! Send me a private message and I'd love to help you in any way I can 🖤

Themes: lost lovers, angst, amnesia-trope, blissful reunification, apprehension, teasing, violence, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers.

@writingmysanity @gingernut1314 @empressofmankind @nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos @tiredemomama @sordidmusings also have some beautiful Buggy pieces and amazing thoughts on their Masterlists, if you'd like to check them out.

@since-im-already-here also has a lot of music recs and advice.

Happy writing!! 🖤🖤

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[slythering-snake-boys]

It's Been Awhile Ch. 1

Characters: Sebastian Sallow x Reader/MC

Series Masterlist

Words: 3246

Warnings: some fluff, some angst

You exhaled the moment you reached the bustling platform, seeing the train you were supposed to board, along with so many unfamiliar faces passing by. The loud chatter, yells and damp weather left you feeling drained. Hopefully, it'd clear up later and your destination would also be lucky to have good weather. You had been lucky to have many pleasant days at Hogwarts as a student. And it had been at least 5 years since you'd graduated from Hogwarts. You kept wondering, when had the time gone by?

It felt as if it was only yesterday when you were bursting through the doors of the Great Hall with Professor Fig, on your way to being sorted into a house. And now, you were already going to your first reunion.

"Miss, the train leaves in a few minutes. Would you like me to get you anything before you depart?" Your assistant, Elmer, asked you with a smile on his face, startling you out of your thoughts before you turned to see him smiling at you expectantly.

Ever since you'd started working at the Goblin Liaison Office, you'd been swamped with work: papers, diplomatic meetings with goblins, formal parties to attend and strengthen relations etc. And so, you needed an assistant to help you manage everything properly. And Elmer had turned out to be exactly what you needed.

"No, Elmer, thank you. I appreciate it, but you should go home. I'm sure your little sister misses you terribly. And I'll be fine on my own, no worries. I'll be seeing you in a few days, anyway." You smiled at him, seeing him smile back before he looked around. The platform was now even more packed with people running to say their goodbyes and greet their loved ones, yells still ringing out, and baggage and trolleys full of people's belongings being carried back and forth. It was chaos and you knew the Hogsmeade station would be the same when you'd arrive. You wondered if you'd meet anyone at the same time you arrived and if yes, who? Part of you could only hope-

The whistle announcing the boarding snapped you out of your reverie. "All aboard! All aboard, ladies and gentlemen!" The train conductor's loud voice boomed across the hustle and bustle of other witches and wizards and you turned to Elmer.

"Take care and have fun, okay? Don't forget to wish your sister all the best. It's her wedding, after all." You hugged him and felt him hug you back.

"Of course, I will. You have fun as well, Miss. Watch out so those Hogwarts folk don't try to give you a teacher's position there. They probably would try." You laughed and shook your head.

"I'd miss you too much." He smiled brightly, his curly hair bouncing as he chuckled. "I'll see you soon. Take care."

"You, too! Have a safe trip! Bring me something from Honeydukes!" He yelled as you stepped inside the train, laughing and shaking your head in amusement.

You walked along the corridor, searching for your cabin until you found it, then took a seat and put your bag in your lap, sighing as you looked outside. You were facing the other train that was just arriving, which was a shame since you would've liked to wave at Elmer one more time before you departed, but you only sighed instead.

You were by yourself in the cabin and somehow felt relieved. Some people would recognise you and start asking questions when they saw you on the street, especially since you'd now become the face of diplomatic relations between wizard kind and goblin kind. Some would be appreciative, others disgusted. You'd learned how to deal with both, though you preferred the former, naturally. Knowing there were others who wanted to have better relations with other beings and species made you feel as if you weren't alone and it was possible to achieve.

You thought of Elmer and everything else that had happened. He was just a little younger than you but eager to help and learn. You'd thanked your lucky stars for him applying because he'd been helping you deal with the large amount of work when it became too much for you. He was also one of the few who currently knew about your little side interest in Ancient Magic, which didn't go away either. He'd always help you declutter your schedule so you had enough time to also do your research on your unique inheritance.

After ending your fight with Ranrok using Ancient Magic, you'd really taken an interest in its potential to not only help you develop into a better witch but to also research it and maybe find a way to use it without any repercussions. You had managed to talk with the Keepers and ask them as much as possible about its power and the repository, while also assuring them that you wouldn't go against their word if they expressly forbid you from going further. You had, after all, sworn to keep it a secret forever and became one of the Keepers as well. It wasn't just a promise to yourself, but also to Professor Fig, whom you still missed dearly.

You opened your bag, rummaging a little before taking out a little notebook that you opened to your most recent notes. There were a number of letters tucked in between them that you sometimes read. You smiled as you looked at the names written on them, all of them kept safe and reminding you of the adventures you had had as a student. You'd received a few letters from some of your former classmates since the announcement of your reunion a few weeks prior: from Natty, Poppy, Garreth, Amit, Imelda... Even Ominis. But there had been nothing from Sebastian. You sighed sadly, feeling a bit conflicted.

You had drifted quite a bit after the events that took place during your fifth-year. And you hadn't really seen him and Ominis talking that much either, unless they were paired in classes. You tried your best to keep your relations with them friendly, though you were never really a trio like you used to be - something that broke your heart, though you were sure the boys felt the same, especially knowing that they had both been friends long before you met them.

Somehow, you still felt guilty that it was because of you that their friendship was ruined. No matter how hard you had tried to dissuade Sebastian from diving deeper into Dark Magic, it was as if he didn't hear either of you. And you being able to wield Ancient Magic had only seemed to spur him on and try harder to find a cure for Anne and ways to better understand the Dark Arts. You really wondered if Anne's curse really was his only reason or if it was also an excuse. But it was just water under the bridge. You knew the twins hadn't spoken to one another since that fateful day when everything changed.

Solomon's death was still a heavy weight on your mind, along with Anne's curse, which had been your primary reason for your research. Speaking of Anne, she was better, thanks to a brilliant doctor at St. Mungo's who had been studying curses and found a way to alleviate not only the pain but also their effects on the body. At least, that's what Ominis had told you in his most recent letter. There had been no word of Sebastian from him and you didn't dare ask either.

You smiled as you reread the letters for the nth time that week. It was weird to think that you were all adults now, with jobs and so many things to do.

Natty had become a Lead Auror, which honestly didn't surprise you one bit. You only hoped she didn't worry her mother as much as she did when you fought with Harlow during your fifth-year, though you had a feeling her mother was always going to be worried. You still shuddered at the thought of her taking the Cruciatus Curse in your stead, remembering the awful feelings you experienced when Sebastian had cast it on you since you couldn't mean it. You sighed and shook your head. You planned on treating her to a couple of Butterbeers this year as well as thanks. It had become some sort of tradition whenever you'd be able to meet up with her.

Poppy had decided to work in multiple sub-departments for the Ministry's Beast Division - apparently, she was a force to be reckoned with when it came to poachers, but the sweetest thing when she encountered any beast. You knew that the centaurs had come to respect her greatly, especially because of Dorran's faith in her after you three had managed to rescue the Golden Snidgets. She had become a spokeswoman for the benefits of collaborating with the Centaurs in protecting beasts, something that made you smile in obvious pride.

Garreth ended up becoming an Exotic Symbol Analyst, which he said was not only interesting but allowed him to travel and gather different potion ingredients. His passion for making weird concoctions still hadn't faded and it amused you to no end, especially when you remembered all the times he had to stay behind and clean the Potions classroom. You hoped he had become better over the years or at least had a safe space for his experiments to blow up and not hurt anyone. Maybe he'd one day collaborate with Sirona or Honeydukes to sell his inventions.

Amit had become an Astronomy professor at Hogwarts after being Professor Shah's teacher's assistant and studying the constellations. You also knew that he'd managed to befriend the few Goblins you recommended him to so he could finally improve his Gobbledegook. You hoped he'd talk to you and you could test him since you yourself had had to learn it for your job and had become quite good at it.

Ominis had become Junior Assistant to the Minister of Magic. His father and mother had insisted on him becoming even more, but he had refused. Unfortunately, his parents had made it hard for him to get a job anywhere else, the name Gaunt striking fear in most.

Even if he was an adult, between him and the rest of his family, most people feared and listened to them instead of him. So he was momentarily stuck there with Spavin, who was apparently a talking void that said much but understood nothing. Remembering Professor Fig's words about the current Minister, you weren't really surprised, but you did feel sorry for Ominis. Though it wasn't always so bad, as he had told you on a lighter note. Ominis knew all the gossip going around and even started his own or fanned the flames, much to your amusement. He hadn't changed much in that regard since your time at Hogwarts.

Imelda had, naturally, become the Quidditch Captain and Chaser, specifically for the Ilkley Quidditch team. She was busy scoring points for the team, organising trials and training sessions, besides many more activities. And no wonder, seeing as her flying skill was almost unmatched and she had led her team further than ever before thanks to her drive to win. They were one opportunity away from competing with some of the biggest Quidditch teams in the world. And you believed she was able to get them there.

You sighed and put the letters back, jotting down a few more notes for your research later when you'd be back in the safety of your home. You'd learned how to Apparate to the Map Chamber in order to check on the repository and check in with the Keepers now and then. It was pretty uncomfortable to go there due to all the memories, especially the very first few times when you were still learning how to Apparate properly. You remembered how close you were to throwing up the very first time you went there after your final fight. The emotional damage and Professor Fig's death still haunted you and probably would continue to for the remainder of your life.

You put your notebook back in your bag and settled in, watching the outside scenery through the wide window. The greenery and the rarely-seen blue sky were a nice welcome after the dreary weather you'd had for the past couple of weeks of being stuck inside writing reports. But it had been worth it because you had managed to allow Goblins to teach Gobbledegook in a number of schools as an extracurricular activity. It had become strangely popular amongst children, who found it weird and funny at the same time. Even some adults had heard about it and insisted on classes being organised outside schools and focused on 'Business Gobbledegook' for those who were interacting with goblins for business purposes.

Your mind momentarily cleared of everything related to work and you only looked at the world beyond the glass silently and thoughtfully. With a swish of your hand, the window opened a crack and you heard and felt the wind as it blew, causing you to sink back into your seat and close your eyes.

If you focused enough, you could almost hear the birds singing and the sound of Lacewing Flies, sense the smell still wafting from Honeydukes and feel the taste of Butterbeer on your tongue... Then the warmth against your hand that seemed almost too nervous to go beyond and capture your fingers together before they almost acted of their own volition. Those brown eyes and those freckles made you involuntarily smile as you remembered the Sebastian in front of you at that time.

~

"What is it? Did you get a bad one? What was it? Earwax?" You laughed as you nodded towards the almost empty box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans. Sebastian's slight frown dissipated as his cheeks reddened immediately and he shook his head, looking away from you.

"What? N-No, it was Bacon..." He responded almost defensively, trying not to let his voice crack at being caught staring at you. His eyes quickly darted to your hand that was currently playing with the wrappers of some toffees you'd bought from Honeydukes. The two of you were seated in a quiet corner at the Three Broomsticks, enjoying some Butterbeer and sweets after a surprise quiz from Professor Sharp, which you managed to ace, despite trying to distract each other as subtly as possible.

"Seb, hey... Is something wrong?" You asked him when you noticed how unusually quiet he was, lowering your head a little to catch his gaze. You smiled reassuringly and saw him smile back nervously before he breathed in and straightened his back in a show of confidence, despite his red cheeks.

"Can I tell you something?" You nodded, eyes brimming with curiosity.

"Of course, you can. Anything and anytime." He nodded and breathed in, his cheeks getting even redder.

"I like you. More than a friend. For quite a while." Your eyes widened in surprise before a smile took over your lips almost immediately.

"You do?" Sebastian nodded and you decided to grab his hand, holding it reassuringly. "Well then, Mr Sallow, aren't you lucky? It appears I like you more than a friend as well." You were nervous as you spoke, but knowing that your crush wasn't one-sided anymore gave you a boost of confidence, enough to confess your feelings for the boy.

Sebastian laughed, squeezing your hand back, his eyes shining with joy while you mirrored him. He hesitated to envelop your hand completely, his fingers twitching on top of your skin in a barely perceptible way. Despite his obvious nervousness, his fingers soon intertwined with your own, slotting your hands together. His hand was bigger and warmer than yours, making butterflies erupt into a frenzied flight inside your stomach. It felt right and you couldn't hide your smile.

"I think another round of Butterbeer is in order." He grinned at you and you felt your heart pick up its pace as you returned his smile, neither of you unable to smother it down even if you tried.

~

You opened your eyes, a sea of trees stretching out below and the sky, which was now dark and cloudy, showing sure signs of rain. You were getting close to Hogsmeade Station by the looks of it. You stretched, stifling a yawn with your hand. You couldn't remember falling asleep at all. You must've been more tired than you had thought.

It wasn't long before the train arrived and you picked up your luggage, navigating through throngs of people as the rain was gradually picking up. You finally managed to exit the station, only to see a Thestral-drawn carriage waiting. A man holding an umbrella was waiting anxiously, keeping his distance from the Thestral as much as possible, looking around at the thinning crowd. When he saw you, he beckoned you over. You thought it was weird since you hadn't told anyone when you'd arrive. You gripped the handle of your conjured umbrella and started walking towards the carriage. The rain was downright pouring and it had gotten colder, your frame lightly shivering whenever the wind blew strongly.

"Miss MC?" A man, who seemed to be a local, asked when you approached. You nodded, caressing the wet Thestral gently as it only came closer for more affection. You had missed the Thestrals around there - they reminded you of the ones you'd managed to rescue years before. You saw the man gulp and were left wondering if he could see the gentle but often misunderstood creature or if he was scared of it. "The school has sent the carriage to pick you up."

"Oh, have they now? Thank you and I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. Here, for your trouble." You looked into your wallet quickly before handing him a few Galleons. The man was shocked and tried to refuse, but you insisted until he smiled and nodded, going to the nearest Floo Network and leaving.

You looked back at the Thestral who was looking at you and you caressed it again before getting inside. A shiver ran through you and you sneezed, but then you let out a sigh of relief at finally being out of the driving rain and only a few minutes away from your destination. You relaxed against the soft cushion before swishing your wand, causing the carriage to jolt the tiniest bit. Just as it started moving, the door suddenly flung open and you pointed your wand towards it, heart pounding in panic.

"Whoa, easy there!" That voice... You slowly put your wand down and saw the figure stepping inside, closing the door as he sat on the opposite side from you, his black raincoat noisily moving along with his body. The owner sighed and leaned back, breathing heavily with his hood covering the upper half of his face. You watched his Adam's apple bob when he swallowed, seeing the barely visible remnants of a stubble, probably from shaving too hastily. Then, as if suddenly remembering he wasn't alone, he sat up straight and took his hood off. Despite expecting it, your breath still hitched in your throat as your eyes met those familiar chocolate brown ones.

"Sebastian..." His name was familiar on your tongue but left a multitude of tastes behind. You felt conflicted as to which one was the strongest.

#bomi's stuff #iba series #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x reader #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy x mc #hogwarts legacy x you #hogwarts legacy x reader

[luxaryllis]

I AM IN NEEDETH OF A PART 3 TO THE SCARED SIBLING READER AND RIDDLE. I NEEDETH MORE PAIN AND HURT (P.S you don't need to do this or if you do plan to do it take your time ) (Your writing is amazing AHHHHHH)

Scared!Younger Sibling!Reader with Riddle Rosehearts: Part 3

Note: Am I concerned with the amount of angst requests I've been receiving? Yes. Am I also loving the angst? Yes.

But, I myself do love a good little angst fic here and there, but man, anon! You wanted FULL ANGST!!

You're wish is my command, anon. You wanted it, you deal with the consequences-

ANYWAY!!

Come and go aboard the ANGST TRAIN!! CHOO-CHOO!! 🚈

But seriously, thank you so, SO much for the support, anon! I'm happy that you enjoyed my writing, even though it's mostly angst 😅.

Also, 🐍 anon and I actually talked a bit behind the scenes about this (though they aren't the original requester), so I sort of based someparts here on their feedback! I hope that this is alright!!

Now, let's get to it!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 2.5 | Part 3 (here) | Part 4

Warning: Mentions of past abuse and domestic violence, Reader possibly has PTSD and anxiety, Angst with no comfort, Possible OOC, Self-deprecating thoughts, tell me if I missed something

"Mr. Trappola, kindly bring [Name] to their room in the dorm. While the potion is quite harmless, the potion might make them say things that they don't want said. [Name]'s privacy is very important.", you hear Mr. Crewel say to your partner in Potionolgy/Alchemy, Ace Trappola.

"Wha- but!- Hahhh, alright, alright...", Ace says as he starts to take one of your arms and slings it over his shoulder.

You feel dizzy... and tired. Thoughts are circling around your head.

"W-what... happened?", you ask with a soft voice.

"We were working on an experiment for a truth potion. Some dumbass decided it was a good idea and spilled our entire work on you while I was goin' over to Mr. Crewel to have him check ours.", Ace says.

"Oh... I don't feel so good....", you say.

"I know..."

"Do I HAVE to go back??", you ask.

"Yes, [Name]."

"I don't want to... Dorm Leader might be there...", you say, thinking of what Riddle might say when he sees you not in class.

"Dorm Leader..? You call him that even though everyone knows that he's your older brother? You can just call the guy by his name, y'know."

"No... he's scary. And mean. He would always shout and hurt me. He's horrible!", you say.

Wait, why are you saying these things?!

Oh no...

Is the truth potion taking its effect now?!

No...

No, no, no, no, NO!

No!

No one has to know!!

Who knows what they'd say?

Who knows what Riddle would say?

Stop it..

Stop it, please!

Even though you want to stop, your stupid mouth still decides to keep moving anyway.

"Back when we were kids, mother would ALWAYS compare us! It's always, Riddle did this, Riddle did that! And she expects ME to do the same!! We aren't the same person for Great Seven's sake!"

"...", Ace was silent. He's never heard you speak so much before. You also don't seem to like your older brother all that much.

He means, he relates, y'know. But even he acknowledges that Riddle has changed.

"A-and then! Whenever I get something "wrong", Riddle would hit me too! He's mean! He's scary! And most of all, he's JUST like mother!"

No...

Gosh darn it, [Name]! Stop it right now!

No, no, no!!

"And then, ALL OF A SUDDEN, he decides he's going to change for the BETTER?! Oh please, NO ONE changes beliefs like a light switch!"

Ace was even more surprised now. You're practically venting out every single thing about your life.

...how much have you been holding back?

Ace knew that holding in your emotions weren't healthy; so he decided to be the bigger person and just let you let it all out.

So, for probably the first time in his life, Ace stayed silent.

"If anything, what if it's a trap!? What if it's some kind of test?! And the moment he sees me break a rule, it's ALL back to Riddle's Tyrant Mode!!"

"And when I saw Riddle playing with that Clover and Pinka, HOW DARE HE BE ABLE TO HAVE FRIENDS?! How dare HE be able to play and have fun?! Without punishment!? Without getting hit?! Without getting shouted at!!"

---

Mr. Vargas had let off Riddle's class pretty early.

Mr. Crewel had called Mr. Vargas for some help procuring an antidote for the Truth Potion.

Apparently, some student thought it was a good idea to dunk an entire cauldron of the truth potion onto some student.

Now, Riddle would have just shrugged it off, if it was some student.

But no.

It was a Heartslabyul student who got dunked with the truth potion.

And not just any Heartslabyul student.

His sibling, [Name] Rosehearts.

So, Riddle is currently brisk walking his way to Heartslabyul; to check on [Name].

After all, he IS the Heartslabyul Dorm Leader.

And... he wants to get a chance to apologize to his sibling.

He remembers that one time Cater had brought in his fainted sibling.

He had fallen asleep after a while of tending to the unconscious student.

When he woke up, he was alone on the side of his bed.

His bed, empty with only a note left.

Even the glass of water, the rag and water basin were gone.

The note had read,

"Thank you for tending to me while I was unconscious, Dorm Leader. By the time you read this, I am already in my room. I can tend to myself on my own now. And please allow me to be exempted from classes for around 2-3 days until I get better. Once again, thank you, Dorm Leader Rosehearts.

Signed, [Name] Rosehearts, 1st Year"

Riddle knew that the note was purely for formality; it was even written in such a formal way; no one could have possibly guessed that it was from his sibling.

That was 2 weeks ago.

Now, Riddle suddenly hears a loud noise.

It was a school rule not to use such loud noises in the halls; especially when class is still in session.

But then, he hears a couple of words that make him stop in his tracks.

"And when I saw Riddle playing with that Clover and Pinka, HOW DARE HE BE ABLE TO HAVE FRIENDS?! How dare HE be able to play and have fun?! Without punishment!? Without getting hit?! Without getting shouted at!!"

Is that... [Name]??

Was [Name]... talking about him??

Hold on...

[Name] SAW THAT HE WAS PLAYING WITH TREY AND CHEN'YA BACK THEN?!?!

W-was that why they seemed even more quiet than usual back then?

"It's no fair... why does Riddle even DESERVE to have a friend? Why does HE deserve to have fun!? And... why was he always so... frightening?! Does he have NO MORAL CONDUCT WHATSOEVER?!?! He's such an annoying, stupid, selfish TYRANT!!"

...[Name] was the one who got the truth potion dunked on them...

So... is this how [Name] really feels about Riddle?

Do... do they really see him as a monster? A person with no morals?

'I... no, Riddle; they-they're right...', Riddle thinks to himself.

'They're right about you. You're a stupid, selfish, annoying tyrant... who always gets mad over the smallest thing... who hits his sibling for the tiniest mistake... who can't even get his sibling to love him, or look his way...', Riddle adds to this thoughts. Tears filling up his eyes.

"I wish that! I-I wish that he..." He hears [Name]'s voice start to waver.

"I wish that he would just... I don't know...", he hears [Name] start to hiccup and sob.

Hearing his dear sibling start crying, it was as if something had made him cry with them too.

'I'm sorry... I... I am so, so sorry for how you were treated, [Name]... I want to make it up to you... somehow...'

'But... how can I...?'

Riddle knows that his sibling wants nothing to do with him. He's painfully aware that they think that he hasn't changed.

But Riddle wants to change that.

He wants to comfort you.

Say, "It's all okay, I'm here" to you.

Like an older brother should.

But you've gone far too down the rabbit hole that is the trauma of having people constantly criticizing their every move.

And Riddle isn't sure if he CAN get you out.

And he isn't sure if you'd be willing to take his hand so he could get you out.

As he continues listening in, Riddle feels his heart breaking even more.

"And... and everyone's telling me that 'Riddle has changed' and stuff! They tell me stuff like, 'Why won't tou acknowledge that he's changed for the better?', 'He's become similar to the older brother of Heartslabyul'..."

"But I wanted that older brother! I wanted the older brother who would comfort me! And think of creative ways to help you study, instead of forcing you to do one certain method or thing all the time and hitting you. Why do THEY get that "older brother"?! If Riddle Rosehearts has truly changed then... then that means he was always capable of change. And I just... wasn't worth changing for..." (a reference to The Good Place)

Riddle's eyes widened.

Do... do they really think that?

No...

No, it isn't you fault, [Name]...

It was mine...

I should have known better...

I wish I could tell you all these...

But you won't let me in...

No matter how close I get, your walls get even higher.

But...

No matter what...

I WILL get you to listen to my apology.

Even if it's the last thing I do...

END!!!

Another full angst fic!

I hope you don't mind that I made the reference to The Good Place-

If not, I can take it off, just tell me.

And also, please tell me if there is anything wrong here.

And I focused a bit on Riddle here- don't worry, Part 4 will have a bit more of Reader! I hope-

Again, comments and feedback are always appreciated!! Thank you for reading!! 💙💙

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst sibling reader #twst sibling #twst angst #twst platonic #platonic angst #riddle rosehearts

[raccoonfallsharder]

Chapter 13/20+. Window Across the Galaxy [added 9/21]

girl falls first; raccoon falls harder.

When he opens his eyes and hazards a glance in Jo’s direction, she’s already facing the screens again, rereading whatever the Sovereign listing says. “Jo?” She hums a distracted sort of acknowledgement, saves the transmission, and closes out the screen with her back still to the room. Rocket feels his shoulders tense. He racks his brain, but he can’t think of a time when she hasn’t immediately turned toward the sound of his voice like a little Xandaran field-daisy searching for the sun. Which is a stupid thought to have. Of course there must’ve been times when she hadn’t responded. Nope, some shitty little part of him argues. Not even when she’d had her leg busted open and crushed in by that shitbag Ronan.She was still looking for you. Always.

Chapter XIII. Don't Wait. in which a lost sister is found and Drax grapples with the concept of sarcasm.

all aboard the angst train. the next few chapters are a lot of sad so please take care of yourselves. come back later if you need to. or message me and i'll send you a quick and more painless summary.

General summary/notes + links to recently preceding chapters behind the cut. let me know via comment, message, or ask if you'd like to be added or removed from my fanfic/headcanon/doodle taglist ♡

General Summary~

Rocket is captured by a Ravager crew hoping to get rich off the excessively large bounty on his head. Throwing a wrench in everyone’s plans is the Terran girl they hired to do some freelance assessing on a recent haul of goods they’ve seized from a Xandaran luxury liner. Oops.

let me be real with you: this fic is really about wish-fulfillment. not just the eventual smut (but that too). mostly i just want someone to be nice to my best raccoon

Chapter I. A Delicacy. in which our reluctant heroes meet atop a crate of Sovereign porn in the bowels of a Ravager ship. Chapter II. Monster For A Pet. in which one hero wrestles with his inner Groot, and the other is quite possibly a moron. Chapter III. A Kindness.in which Rocket gets in his own damn way: not for the first time, and certainly not for the last. Chapter IV. Got There First. in which our heroes obtain an arsenal and street food. Chapter V. Things No-One Has Said Before. in which one hero refuses to babysit and the other refuses to leave. Chapter VI. Two and a Half Billion Units. in which we lean into the “they were roommates” trope. Jolie has misgivings, while Rocket has fantasies - about getting rich, of course. Chapter VII. I'm Here.in which we visit Knowhere. Chapter VIII. The Care & Feeding of Human Pets. in which our heroes practice breathing and we lean into a new trope: “there was (technically) one bed.” Chapter IX. Scrapmetal and a Dream. in which we redefine homemaking. Chapter X. Thin Fucking Ice. in which our heroes get fucked. Not in the good way. Chapter XI. Let It Be. in which Xandar is saved and good lives are lost. Chapter XII. So Much It Hurts. in which we try not to fuck up the vibes. Chapter XIII. Don’t Wait. in which a lost sister is found and Drax grapples with the concept of sarcasm. Coming Soon: Chapter XIV. Exactly Like a Flower. in which comfort is shared.

slight AU starting pre-GOTG volume 1 (but will hit most of the same major plot points). slooowww burn + eventual smut with a lot of pining in the middle. kinda enemies-to-lovers? (but only one of these idiots thinks they're enemies). elements of hurt/comfort because rocket is the saddest-angriest boy. rating will go up and tags will be added to as needed.

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[zoeykallus]

Hunter – Enemy Mine 7 - Not So Welcome

Warnings: Angst/Tension/Fluff

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Not every batcher welcomes you on board.

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What happened Before:

Enemy Mine

Part 2 - No Way Out

Part 3 - Turning Tables

Part 4 - Beneath The Surface

Part 5 - Priorities

Part 6 - Choices

Part 7 - Not So Welcome

You were incredibly nervous. Soon you were not only alone with one of the Republican soldiers, but with several. You didn't really like the idea, but staying here wasn't an option either. You had to trust that Hunter would keep his word and that you would be safe with him.

The men were surprised when Hunter brought you aboard their shuttle, but most of them accepted Hunter's explanation of who you were. Except for one. A slender, tall guy with a tattoo around his eye that also reflected his name. Crosshair. He chewed on his toothpick and kept a suspicious eye on you.

His eyes followed your every move, and you soon felt, unsettled, almost harassed.

"Why are you staring at me like that all the time?" you asked gruffly after a while.

Crosshair showed you a grim little smirk.

"We hunted you down not long ago for stealing sensitive data, and now we're supposed to treat you like a guest and not a prisoner, that pisses me off a little bit."

The giant they call Wrecker said, "Crosshair, behave yourself, she poses no threat"

Crosshair murmured, "How do you know? Just because Hunter said so? I think our great leader is biased".

You sighed and said mockingly, "I'm a civilian on a small shuttle with five trained soldiers. What kind of danger do you think I pose? Are you perhaps afraid of me?"

Crosshair stood up and came menacingly close to you. Your heart automatically beat faster and your muscles tensed, you weren't sure what to expect. You backed away from him until you felt a wall at your back. He tilted his face way too close to yours.

"You better not be so cocky, I'm not as pliable and gullible as my brothers," he growled softly but clearly.

Wrecker growled, "Cross, stop it, you're scaring her".

"That's the whole idea," the Sniper returned coolly.

You clenched your hands into fists and pushed him away from you a bit. Surprised by your reaction, he let it happen for the first moment, but when he got over the surprise a heartbeat later, he grabbed your wrist and twisted it on your back, and not exactly gently. He pressed your face to the wall and painfully twisted the arm on your back higher and higher, you felt he was going to dislocate your arm at any moment.

You let out a surprised cry of pain. Shortly after, he was pulled away from you, it was Wrecker who stood between the two of you now.

"Hunter said she was our guest, we don't hurt our guests, Crosshair".

The Sniper clenched his hands into fists angrily while you rubbed your aching arm in safe cover behind the giant.

Hunter came out of the cockpit, followed by Tech and Echo.

"What's going on?"

"Nothing major, Crosshair just scared our guest a little and I stepped in," Wrecker explained.

Hunter came over, Wrecker let him pass. He gently reached for the arm you were still rubbing and patted it down.

"Are you okay?" he asked gently.

From the background, you heard Crosshair say, "Oh no you didn't..... Tell me you didn't fall for that girl, you di'kut!"

The boys all looked at each other questioningly.

Crosshair snorted, "look at the way he talks to her, the way he touches her, and then tell me you don't see it too!"

Wrecker scratched the back of his head.

"Even if I did, what's the big deal?" he asked, shrugging his shoulders.

Tech said matter-of-factly, "In theory, she's an enemy. She's with the separatists and has stolen classified data. If someone finds out, Hunter is in big trouble. He could be decommissioned."

Crosshair threw his long arms in the air, "Thanks Tech! Finally, someone who understands what I mean!"

Tech shifted his goggles, "We still don't agree. I don't think she's a real danger, as long as none of us tell anyone who she really is, there's no danger to Hunter either. She herself I consider harmless. I'm much more concerned about you betraying Hunter to our superiors."

Crosshair growled, "Maybe I should! This is unreasonable and violates several regulations at once!"

You felt uncomfortable in your skin, you were the center of this conversation, this tense situation.

Hunter said, "She's not our enemy. She is a civilian who was unfortunate enough to get into this situation. We don't kill civilians, and we don't capture them."

Crosshair growled, "She stole data, very important, tactical, military data, theoretically that is an act of war. Civilian or not, she really shouldn't be treated as such anymore"

Tech said, "In theory, Crosshair is right. But we've always rightly relied on Hunter's judgment so far, I don't plan on changing that now"

Echo nodded, "I agree, Wrecker obviously does too. So we have to worry about you, Crosshair?"

Crosshair snorted, "Because of me?!" he made a throwing away hand gesture and said, "Do what you want, I'm staying out of it"

"I don't want to cause trouble for anyone," you said quietly, "Home is out of my hands. But maybe a neutral port would be appropriate"

Hunter turned back to you.

"Are you sure? You could stay with friends"

Echo asked, "You're thinking about Cut and Suu aren't you?"

Hunter nodded.

"I don't know," you said uncertainly.

Tech came closer and said kindly, "Cut and Suu are civilians, good people. I'm sure they'd be happy to help, and they're both decent people, you'd be safe there."

Echo nodded in agreement, "They live on a farm, simple people, away from city hustle and bustle and the like"

Hunter looked at you and said, "I'll make you a deal, you try it out for a while and if you don't like it we can always take you somewhere else"

With a sigh, you finally gave in.

"Okay, as long as Crosshair stays away from me".

Hunter nodded, "Deal. Crosshair you go in the cockpit"

"But-"

"Now!"

With a growl, the Sniper turned away and headed for the cockpit.

"Great," Tech said dryly, "Now I get to listen to him whine for the rest of the trip."

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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[elekinetic]

hey team. buckle up. this is gonna be a long one.

aka let's break down my byler playlist cause i put way too much fucking thought into it

here's the complete playlist. i highly highly recommend listening while you read, but it'll make sense regardless <3

let's dive in.

1. i can't be with you by the cranberries.

we open with the line "lying in my bed again, and i cry cause you're not here." you're in the upside down, you're possessed, you're spending all your time with el, you're in california. they're ALWAYS separated, there's always something pulling them apart. they can't be with each other. "put your hands inside my face and see that it's just you," cause their existence is so informed by each other. constantly on each other's minds. "thinking back on how things were and on how we loved so well." i mean. C'MON. "i wanted to be the mother of your child" ok that's not byler EXACTLY but listen listen listen, dreaming of a future together? playing nintendo and dnd in their basement for the rest of their lives? "put your hands in my hands and come with me, we'll find another end…my head on anyones shoulder cause i cant be with you": basically they are dreaming of a world where everything is easy, where they can be together, but they know that's not the real world. they'll seek other comforts (el, losing yourself in your art, etc) to try to fill the hole in their hearts (y'all know there's more nuance to the el situation but i don't feel like typing all that out lol) dolores o'riordan's wailing is a great expression of the despair of seemingly unrequited love, while the upbeat fast paced drums invoke that teenage-first-love genre feeling through the song, we have dolores assuring herself that she cannot be with this person. its almost like shes trying to convince herself that there's no point to feeling this way bc they're NEVER gonna be together. but she ends with "but i'm still in love with you." there's nothing she can do about it. she can try to deny it all she wants, but its a simple truth. she loves them. they love each other.

2. wicked game by chris isaak.

this is the most stranger things ship coded song ever imo. doomsday love? soulmatism? reluctance? disbelief? wanting something different? HELLO? byler?? lumax?? jopper?? jancy?? "i've never felt this way... i don't wanna fall in love...the world was on fire and no one could save me but you, its strange what desire will make foolish people do, id never dreamed id love somebody like you..." is this song about being upset that a relationship is over? yes. which works for byler! but i think its also about loving intensely. its about looking at the tragedy of existence and saying, your love saved me. i feel so much, and i feel so sad because you mean so much to me. it says, without an ounce of real resentment, how dare you make me care so much? thus we establish from the jump JUST how much they care about each other. how important they are to each other. the song end's with "this world is only gonna break your heart" over and over again, which sets up the tragedy we're abt to be feelin through the rest of this playlist. all aboard the angst train!

3. fade into you by mazzy star.

we're back on that hand holding imagery shit we say in i can't be with you. "i wanna hold the hand inside you." i miss how close we used to be. "i look to you when i see nothing, i look to you to see the truth." -> you have always been the grounding presence in my life. there's a double meaning here of looking to the other person to see the "truth", being that they're never gonna love you like you love them. "fade into you, strange you never knew." its strange you never knew i was in love with you. how much i cared for you. (and if we're talking mike pov, strange you never knew before i fucked it up so bad.) "a stranger's light comes on slowly, a strangers heart without a home" we're strangers now OWWW. i am a stranger to you now, and my heart doesn't have a home.

4. does anybody know by jade bird. do i even have to explain?

pre s4 separation. very sad. california sunshine + s4 heart to hearts in the sun + the colors in you can hurt someone? something something will's painting and the rain fight and their ability to hurt each other.

5. graduation day by chris isaak.

a reflection on what used to be, and an attempt to move on. an attempt that will fail (see: further sad pining songs later in the playlist) "driving slowly, watching the headlights in the rain" - rain fight, will biking away. "think of the good times, wishing you were still with me, the way it used to be.... a million dreams have all gone bad, think of all we had...thinking of a time with everything was right...with only you and i..." HELLO??? once again, the theme of "i miss the way we used to be" makes a reappearance. "i knew it all then, thought you loved me, i was wrong.... learned my lesson now there's nothing left to say." what if i committed mass murder. i knew it all? hello michael. we've also got the theme of growing up. graduation day. they're getting older. on one hand, this could mean them graduating to the big leagues, the final fight. the end of everything is coming. they're almost at the finish line. on the other hand, they could be reflecting on "graduating" out of their childhood feelings and comfort, making peace with the fact that they're older and they don't get to go back to when everything was right.

6. please, please, please, let me get what i want by the smiths.

this song is so simple, and so direct, and so. so. so. sad. its a reflection of how much they love each other. this....this is all i want. he is all i want. my life has been so hard. i could've become a bad person, and i didn't. and that doesn't mean im owed anything. i know that. but can i please get what i want. this is the only thing that i want.

7. there's no need to argue anymore by the cranberries. just....just read it.

highly recommend listening to this song because all it is is vocals and an organ. it is so reflective and soft and introspective. its simple. a simple truth. (i mean you should listen to the whole playlist but yk)

8. boys dont cry by the cure, but covered by I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME.

yall already know the drill lyric wise cause. you know. it's boys don't cry. so, im just gonna talk abt why i picked this particular cover. it feels younger, a little less professional, a little more intimate. i love the cure version, but this one just feels...i don't know. it feels like the emotions of a teenage boy.

9. i know its over by the smiths.

this one... oh god. the first verse is "oh mother i can feel the soil falling over my head // and as i climb into an empty bed // oh well, enough said // i know its over, still i cling // i dont know where else i can go." something abt will's relationship with joyce and mike's relationship with karen. something about knowing their relationship with each other is over, knowing that and still not being able to stop thinking about each other. we get a sweet little nod to mileven in verse 2 "sad veiled bride, please be happy, handsome groom, give her room." yeah. if we're talking will's pov and substitute "she" for "he", this line is fucking killer: "loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly. [talking to el now] though [he] needs you, more than [he] loves you" OW and then this whole part.... mike's self hatred is just so chefs kiss.

anyway. this song is mostly just there for vibes. its sad. most of the playlist is sad. yk. it doesnt fit perfectly but pls tell me yall understand the vision.

10. electric indigo by the paper kites.

[this section was previously posted on its own here. there are a few details i left off of that version bc they referenced the playlist, this is slightly different.]

this song is the most mike pov to ever pov ITS INSANE. i'm sorry i didn't see you before. i love you and i'm sorry i hurt you. how do i fix this? how do i get you to come back to me? you're getting line by line annotations, fuck you. "never meant to cause you trouble with my coloured lies" hey. hey remember back during does anybody know when we talked abt "the colors in you, they can hurt someone"? "but you holding me with something locked behind your eyes [real love], you're setting me right // cause you got something that i need [real love], something i can't find" "distance never made me stronger, it tore us apart [hello california], i'm calling, im calling to you [BYERS BUSY PHONE LINE THEORY RISE] // and i know i left you questions and a lonely heart [do you even care what i have to say mike? you called twice! etc etc.]" "but you've been waiting long enough to let it go [i've put you through so much for so long, i get that you are probably done with me at this point, i know i would be] // i'll do you right [im gonna make it up to you, i swear], cause time is just a remedy covered in disguise [i grew up, okay? im better, i know more know. im not like that anymore.]" "and all i know is that i want you so heavy on my mind [i think about you all the time. i want to think about you all the time]" "and the feeling grows, when youre dancing slow. i see your fire go electric indigo [i watch you in your element, i watch you paint and be around our friends and argue with your brother....i see you be unapologetically you, and i just... i love you. i love you.] "what's it gonna, what's it gonna take? what's it gonna, what's it gonna take? what's it gonna, what's it gonna take? (x4) [how do i fix this? how do i show you how much i love you? how do i show you how much i love you?]

11. iris by the goo goo dolls, but covered by chris lanzon.

it's iris. do i even need to explain? i chose this cover the same reason i chose IDKHOW's boys dont cry cover. "it feels younger, a little less professional, a little more intimate. i love the cure version, but this one just feels...i don't know. it feels like the emotions of a teenage boy."

12. lover, you should've come over by jeff buckley.

our penultimate track. its about letting go of expectations, thoughts of who you should be and what you should do, and realizing how much you love someone who you let yourself lose. realizing that you're young and you've really messed up, but realizing what you want and seeking forgiveness. it's mike's realization. its a healthy reflection on how he's hurt the people he loves, and what he really wants. who he wants to be. it's mike growing up. he's willing to give up the trivial shit, the judgement of others and himself, to be with will. not even to be with will, just to let himself love will. there's this line, "maybe i'm just too young to keep good love from going wrong //...you should've come over ... well i'll wait for you." he wants will to come back. he knows he's lost will, and he knows its his fault. but he's telling will, "listen. i know you don't owe me anything. but im here. im here, okay? if any part of you still wants me, or even if you don't, im here."

13. time after time by cyndi lauper, but covered by iron & wine.

like boys don't cry and iris, i chose this cover because it feels softer, subtler, and more masculine. its acoustic, youthful, lighter. stronger. do you guys remember the opening line of the playlist? the first time of i can't be with you? "lying in my bed again, and i cry cause you're not here?" our final track, time after time, opens with "lying in my bed, i hear the clock tick and think of you." full circle moment, but time after time is different. those final thoughts are resolute, sure. i know how i feel, and i am here for you. wherever you are, whatever you need, whoever you were and whoever you become. i'm here. i love you. i love you. i love you.

#jesus. fucking. CHRIST. #WOO ITS DONE #oh my god i worked so hard on this #byler #mike wheeler #will byers #mike wheeler i know what you are #music #stranger things (ella's version) #Spotify

[theclaravoyant]

Clara's Fictober 2023 Masterpost

I am participating in @fictober-event's Fictober 2023! I will primarily be writing OFMD and Good Omens ficlets. Please feel free to prompt me from this list should you feel so inclined.

Our Flag Means Death

Polly - Prompt: "It's not too late, let's go." Fang and Ivan get a dog. (Set post S1, no S2 spoilers).

Training - Prompt: "Okay, show me." Izzy agrees to help Stede. Sort of. (Inspired by S2 official trailers).

Drunk - Prompt: "Don't worry, I got you." Stede gets White Girl Wasted and it falls to Ed to help him out. (Mild S2 spoilers).

Shattered - Prompt: "You lost it. Well, we lost it." Stede boards the ruined Revenge. (Mild S2 spoilers based on the trailers).

Help - Prompt: "Give me that, before anything happens." SPOILERS FOR EPS 1-3. Lucius shaves his beard. Lucius/Pete

Papers - Prompt: "Do I look like I knew that?" SPOILERS FOR EPS 1-3. Ed confronts Frenchie about what's in the box he was carrying.

Love - Prompt: "I can't wait for you." The English are coming and there's no way out. Not for all three of them, anyway. Stede, Izzy, Ed. S2 Spec Fic. SPOILERS FOR EPS 1-3.

Cashmere - Prompt: "Do you recognise this?" Fluff. Blackbonnet. Stede has a surprise for Ed. Mild spoilers for eps 1-3.

Doldrums - Prompt: "Is it over? Is it really over?" Angst. Missing moment ft, Izzy & the crew in the immediate aftermath of the storm. Spoilers for eps 1-3.

Panto - Prompt: "I'm not saying I didn't like it." Izzy decides to join in on the theatrics. written prior to 6/7 airing, based on trailers/publicity though.

Try - Prompt: "It's not your fault." Ed and Izzy have been avoiding each other since coming back aboard the Revenge. It's time to have a conversation. written prior to 6/7 airing, based on trailers/publicity though.

Slow - Prompt: "You're the smartest person I know". UA of the scene after Stede leaves the party. Hurt/comfort. SPOILERS FOR EP7.

Beautiful - Prompt: "If you don't stop now-" Ed and Stede have a conversation about The Mistake. Hurt/Comfort. SPOILERS FOR EP7.

Pet - Prompt: "Who takes care of you?" Shameless & sweet Blackbonnet smut . SPOILERS FOR S2

Charm - Prompt: "It's alright, I'm here now." A young Edward Teach shelters in a bathtub and reads with his mother.

Panic // Pride - Prompt: "I might never get another chance to say this." Stede's traumas catch up to him. The Bathtub BreakdownTM we've all been waiting for. Whump/Hurt/Comfort. ft. bonus Izzy as, in the words of one AO3 commenter, Stede's Emotional Support Bastard

Tribute - Prompt: "I don't know if they'll accept this." Ed and Stede have retired, it’s opening night of their new venture, and their crew brings them a little something special to remember an old friend. Spoilers up to 2x07/finale trailer

#ofmd #our flag means death #clara's fic tag #prompt me stuff #ofmd fic #ofmd fanfic

[baekhansol]

The Light Hashira - b.bh

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : light hashira!baekhyun x marechi!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : demon slayer au, fantasy, violence, smut, kind of angst and fluff if you squint

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 : mature & explicit

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : as a child, baekhyun and his mentor saved you from being eaten by a demon and learned that you have a rare form of blood that's very attractive to demons, called a marechi. Baekhyun takes the initiative to remind you of a promise you made as a child.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 4.3k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : blood, death, injuries, oral, pretty vanilla piv sex

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : i'm sorry because this must suck. i've finished it up with a covid-fogged brain :/

You knew of the suave, handsome, yet endearingly cute and awkward Hashira, Byun Baekhyun more so than others. You were rescued by an older, previous Hashira as a child and were in frequent contact with members of the demon slayer corps. 

You were already considered old for being unmarried, but you also knew no one in your town or nearby villages would want to marry you, considering the number of people, especially men, you had in and out of your home. You had a rather large home on the outskirts of town, surrounded by wisteria for your safety. 

You were lucky to own such an estate, partially given to you by Oyakata-sama and partially by the herbs you grew and sell.

This time around, you had to leave for a larger town to get new seeds. Your gifted crow happily accompanied you to the train station, and you grip the dried wisteria pendant that rests on your chest to calm yourself. You watch as the train pulls to a stop, nodding to the crow as it flies off and you get on. 

You look for a seat and, to your surprise find Byun aboard. It came as a relief, as you were finishing your menstrual cycle and knew you would be safer with the Hashira. You adjust your skirts and sit across from him, tilting your head curiously at him. 

“Hello, my lady,” he practically purrs, making you scoff and roll your eyes. 

“Byun,” you greet, bowing your head politely. 

“I wondered why I was told to be on this train, but now I understand. There’s so few Marechi, hm?” he states. 

You shrug at the statement and peer out the window. “I suppose,” you murmur. 

“Are you married yet?” he asks casually as if it were the most normal question to ask. 

“It’s hard to marry with young men constantly in my home. The townspeople like to believe that I’m a witch over a whore,” you admit, resting your hands in your lap. 

“You can always take me up on my offer,” he hums, relaxing into the seat as the train moves, spreading his legs open. 

You give him a skeptical look, not believing him as the memory runs through your mind. 

You were hardly of age when you were in town gathering things for your family. You had finally finished menstruating and were allowed to town, only to come home to a complete tragedy. 

Your entire family was merely blood along the whole home, the stench of blood so overwhelming all you could smell was rust. You move through the house in a daze, reaching your eldest sister who was barely holding on. 

“It’s still…” she begins, her eyes dull as she reaches out to you. “Here… you need… run,” was all she could barely say.

You shake your head, not understanding how this could happen until you hear an eerie laugh. 

“I knew if I stayed long enough, you’d come,” the voice laughs, and you look around for it. Your eyes land on a muscular body, with eyes devoid of all humanity. They were inhumanely pale with navy tattoos and red hair. If the voice alone hadn’t been eerie enough, seeing them was enough to make you nearly pass out, only staying on your feet due to adrenaline.

“I may as well toy with you, no? You are all mine, you see,” the monster sneers, stepping closer.

“Oh, all the things I could do with your pretty little body, hmm?” they continue walking towards you until your back hits the wall. 

You don’t remember much after the demon attack until you wake up in a soft, warm bed with an older boy in a uniform nearby. And that boy was Byun Baekhyun. 

“You’re safe now,” he assures you, resting his hand on his sword at his hip. He calmly explained to you what happened, what you are, and that he and his master killed the demon and buried your family. 

You weren’t sure why he was so patient and gentle with your recovery, but you were thankful for it. When you were able to leave the estate, you were brought to what would be your new home. 

“The wisteria will keep you safe, but I promise that once I’m Hashira, you can marry me and you’ll never have to feel unsafe ever again,” Baekhyun says, his words so sincere you nearly cried. 

Instead, you shook your head at the older boy, heading inside to meet the older woman who became like a grandmother to you. 

You snap back to the present as the conductor punches your tickets, and you look back up at Byun Baekhyun. 

“We were children,” you sigh, shaking your head.

“Children are very honest, and I meant it,” Byun admits, much to your dismay. 

“Yes, well, why don’t you tell that promise to the many other women who claim to be married to you or are your fiances,” you practically snarl, all but literally forcing him to halt the conversation. 

He lets out a deep sigh, and you know you’ve hit a nerve. 

“At times I have claimed to have a fiance. After saving people, they often beg me to marry their daughters. So, I tell them I am betrothed. To you,” Byun relents, glancing outside. 

“You know that’s not how consent works, nor do I have any relatives that can approve of it on my behalf,” you respond as you roll your eyes. 

“Master could have approved it,” he grumbles. 

“Has he?”

“No, but I did save your life.” 

“Yeah, and how many times have I helped heal you back to health?”

“Maybe twice?” 

“Mhm, so who really owes who?” 

Byun sighs, shaking his head. 

Unfortunately for you, it was dark by the time you arrived in the proper town. You made your way with the Hashira in tow as you head to your regular inn, only stopped when Byun grabs your arm. 

“Are you menstruating?” he asks, way too seriously for your liking. 

“What? Why would you ask such a thing!” 

“Are you on your period? Yes or no?” he demands. 

“I shouldn’t be anymore…” 

“Fuck,” he groans.

Byun is quick to pull you into an alley, down a side street, and out of the way of any potential bystanders. You didn’t need to ask what he was doing, as you could hear the inhuman grumbling closing in. 

“Stay close,” he commands, drawing his sword. 

It always caught your eye due to its unique coloring. When Haganezuka saw it change color, he was ecstatic. The brilliant, glowing white offset the black like yin and yang and is said to be an ancient combination that few but very strong swordsmen had.

You only saw the sword for a moment before he leaps into action, beheading a lesser demon. You knew right away as it faded it was only a ruse, considering the cold body pressed behind you, a hand to your throat. 

“Too bad I caught the pretty little girl first,” the demon mocks. 

Your eyes widen as they meet Baekhyun the voice eerily familiar. 

“Oh, I remember you! Your master killed my brother. That makes this even better! Especially because this girl is a Marechi!” 

If the demon’s sound wasn’t frightening enough on its own, it was his voice that made things much worse. 

It takes you a moment to find your voice, and the brief interaction is enough. “I’m not a girl, I’m a woman,” you correct, doing your best to remember what you were taught as a child if anyone were to grab you from behind. So, you use your heel to stomp on the demon’s foot while elbowing his stomach. You feel the bones in your elbow snap, but you don’t have it in you to care for or feel the pain. The demon’s grip loosens and your reaction is quicker than his to practically leap away toward Byun. 

Byun is quick to trade spots with you, closing in on the demon.

“Light breathing, form one,” you hear Baekhyun mutter, moving quicker than you can process.

His speed increased practically tenfold since you were children, his blade constantly bashing the demon. You step out of the way, not wanting to go unattended at night or in case other demons were lurking nearby. Your eyes wander for something, anything to splint your arm with, but nothing is worthy.

The demon begins pushing Byun towards you, a crazy look in his eyes. “I will eat her,” the demon aggressively asserts, to which Byun laughs.

“You don’t get to eat her before I do,” Byun laughs, confusing the demon and causing it to falter.

“You’re all talk but no bite,” Byun says, continuing his assault.

Your adrenaline begins to wear out, and you halfheartedly stagger towards the fencing that surrounded the town. You prop yourself against it, trying to watch the battle unfold and push off passing out from the pain.

Unfortunately, you were helpless at the moment without any of your herbs or remedy and had to rely on Byun finishing the demon and getting you both away.

Byun somehow knew where the proper inn was, and the keeper was quick to give you the room you had previously reserved as well as first aid equipment. 

“Help me- help me take this off,” you ask once he gently wakes you, needing to take off your outer layers for both comfort and to make it easier to check your arm. 

Byun gently unties your hanbok and lays it on the bed next to you, helping you roll up your sleeve. 

You let out a relieved sigh at the sight, glad no bones punctured through. You gently feel the area to see if the bones shattered, but it seemed as if it was a clean break. You begin to splint your arm, Byun helping to wrap the sterile bandages so they would be firm. He ties you a sling which you gratefully wear before turning to him. 

“Take it off,” you say, gesturing to his bloody shirt. 

“It’s not mine-” Byun begins to claim. 

“Byun, I know it's not. You killed the demon and I’m not bleeding.” 

“I’ll do it if you call me by my name,” he childishly decides.

“Baekhyun, I need you to take off your shirt,” you say softly, your cheeks burning at your words.

He does as you ask, revealing some bruising and a nasty slash across his chest. You sigh at the wound and begin to clean it, feeling your cheeks flushing at how intimate it felt all of a sudden. It was as if you’d never done it for anyone before. You then mix the ointment, Byun helping you by holding the bowl. You use your fingers to apply it, noticing how he was intently watching you. You place a fresh piece of gauze over it before managing to wrap up his injury. 

“There. In a few days you’ll be as good as new,” you assure him. “Get some rest now, okay?” You suggest, getting out a futon to sleep on. 

“No, you take the bed,” he scolds, shaking his head no as he takes the futon from you. 

“But you’re- you’re injured! Byun, let me!” you disagree, letting go of the futon so he could lay it out. 

He tsks at you, laying down on the futon. “I told you to call me by my name. Besides, you are also injured. A futon is a luxury for me, so you get the bed,” he asserts with a shake of his head.

You can’t help but groan and roll your eyes, going to bed regardless. 

“Sleep well~” Baekhyun says as you get into bed, blowing out the candles. 

When you wake up in the morning, Baekhyun is still asleep. As you sit up, a groan of pain escapes you. You adjust your sling and observe his sleeping form. He was breathtaking. 

You sigh and carefully get up, picking up your clothes. You take off the sling and carefully dress, wincing as you move your injured arm. You can’t figure out how to quickly tie the knot in your hanbok one-handed, so you carefully step around Baekhyun and peer into the hallway, wondering if there was a woman who could help you. 

“Let me,” you hear Baekhyun get up, gently touching your shoulder and turning you. 

You let him and he carefully ties it, his hands shaking slightly. You tell yourself it is so he doesn’t touch your chest, but you’re not so sure. 

Once you wash your face, you leave the inn. Outside is busy with people bustling up and down, a few stalls up here and there. Your crow finds you and joins your shoulder as you go to the bakery you frequent, guiding Baekhyun inside to get food as your crow lands on the sign to wait.

You eat outside to people watch, breaking off a piece for your crow before taking Baekhyun’s hand once you’re done, as you notice some men staring at you. “Let’s go to the apothecary now,” you murmur, leading the way. 

Baekhyun grips your hand firmly but gently, staying by your side with his free hand on the hilt of his sword. 

“I’ll be going to a different store, so take your time in here, okay?” he states as you arrive. 

You nod and head inside, getting the seeds and filling your stock, buying more difficult-to-grow ingredients. You exchange them for some dried herbs and pay the difference before exiting, wondering where Baekhyun went. 

You find him holding a fairly large box with a foolish grin on his face. 

“What did you acquire?” you ask, unable to contain your curiosity. 

“It’s a surprise,” Baekhyun says in a sing-song teasing voice. 

----------------------

A few months after you healed, you were at the Master’s mansion in a side room by the garden, getting ready with his daughters. One was attentively doing your hair while the other focuses on your makeup. 

“Don’t be nervous, okay Y/N? He’s always loved you,” one of them says. 

“Yes, ever since we saw him after meeting you for the first time,” the other agrees. 

“He has always been learning about Marechi too.” 

You smack the lipstick on your lips, holding your hands as you feel them begin to shake. 

“It’s time,” you hear someone say, and you carefully get up. 

You follow the twins out, gently stepping into your shoes and going into the garden, allowing the ceremony to start. 

The entire process was a blur, and you begin to drink wine and soju to calm your nerves. Eventually, someone takes you away to wash up, helping you sober up as well. 

“Y/N, let me know if he isn’t gentle with you and I will gladly scold him for you, okay?” Seulgi tells you as she helps you into your nightgown. “I don’t mind putting him in his place.”

You can’t help but giggle, your face still flushed as she urges you to drink more cool water. “I’m sure I will be fine. I won’t let him get away with anything too crazy on our first night,” you giggle.

She giggles with you, having you sit on the bed. “I’m sure he will be here soon, okay?” Seulgi says before making her exit. 

You hear her greet him in the hallway, and moments later a grinning Baekhyun enters the room. He eagerly joins you on the bed, pulling you into a hug. 

“I’m so happy you said yes!” Baekhyun admits, kissing your head. “I was afraid you’d reject me again like when we were younger…” 

“Okay, but I was ten or something at the time,” you grumble. “I still thought boys had cooties.” 

“Fair,” he laughs, pulling away to look at you. “Are you feeling okay? We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.” 

“I’m fine, Baekyun,” you assure him, playfully pushing him away from you. “Besides, you’re the one who said you needed to eat me first.” 

“Did I?” 

You nod sincerely. 

“I suppose I did,” he laughs, leaning down and capturing your lips in a heated kiss. “You look beautiful in the hanbok,” Baekhyun says, pulling at the tie. 

“You’re the one who was given the silk,” you respond against his lips, shrugging out of the outer layer. “And you always look good in your uniform.” 

You were surprised it was what he choose to get married wearing, but it was a new one and was clean so you couldn’t complain. 

“I should wear it more often,” he jokes, continuing to strip you of your clothes. 

“Very funny,” you respond, rolling your eyes. “It’s not like you wear it every day or something,” you laugh, shaking your head as you pull at his clothes. 

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” Baekhyun hums against your lips. 

You giggle against his lips, letting your outer layers fall to the ground. “You just said I look beautiful in a hanbok, now this?” You can’t help but tease him. “To be fair, you always look handsome,” you sigh, watching him take off his shirt. 

“Just admit how smitten for me you are, why don’t you?” he teases, undressing to his underwear and helping you do the same. 

“I can’t, then you’d win,” you giggle as you climb into his lap. “Tsk, I’ve already won,” he disagrees, his hands gentle on your waist. 

“I suppose you have,” you admit defeat, letting your lips meet. “But I’ve won too,” you murmur against them, slowly making out. 

Baekhyun laughs against your lips, letting you continue to lead the pace. He was clearly in no rush. As you softly whine against his lips, rutting your hips into his, he bites your lip. The gasp that escapes you allows him to let his tongue into your mouth. Baekhyun slowly begins to assert dominance, and you don’t want to fight it much. 

“I love you,” he murmurs when he pulls away, his lips finding your neck. Baekhyun pulls away to finish undressing you, guiding you to lie down before him. 

You let him lay you down, spreading your legs as his waist fits between them.

“Baekhyun,” you softly call him out of his trance; he was enchanted by your body before him. 

He gives you a loving smile before kissing your lips, slowly letting making his way down your body. Baekhyun’s lips find one of your nipples and he lets his teeth graze the soft bud, his tongue flicking on it as it hardens. He smiles against your skin as soft noises of pleasure escape you, and he takes his time and does the same to your other nipple. 

You reach for him, not knowing what to do with your hands. As he pulls away, he takes one of your hands in his, smiling down at you. 

“I told you I was going to eat you, did I not?” he says, his tone somewhere between playful and serious. 

You nod a little as he continues to kiss down your stomach, stopping at your pubic bone. 

“Is it okay if I do?” he asks, wanting you to decide. 

“Please,” you murmur with an eager nod. 

Baekhyun adjusts himself and spreads your legs, getting you both comfortable. His warm breath on your folds makes you want to close your legs, but you keep them open. 

“I’ve not even done anything and your thighs are trembling,” he gently teases, kissing your inner thighs and soothing them with his hands. 

“Don’t tease,” you grumble. 

“I’m not trying to,” Baekhyun laughs, using his thumbs to open your folds and pull up your clitoris hood to place a kiss on your clit.

You gasp at the feeling, moaning when you feel his tongue dive into your wetness and spread it across your folds. He takes your hand in his again before he continues to suck and lick on your folds, causing you to grind against his face. Baekhyun’s tongue enters your hole now and then, letting you get used to the feeling.

“I’m going to put my finger in you, okay love?” he asks, gathering your juices on his fingers. 

You nod eagerly and hear him chuckle. 

“Your words, love,” he prompts you. 

“Please Baekhyun,” you manage to say. 

“Good girl,” Baekhyun praises, sucking on your clit as he inserts a finger. 

You whine out his name in pleasure, gasping as his finger finds a sensitive spot inside you. 

“Right there?” he asks, grinning slightly. 

“Ye-yeah,” you moan. 

Baekhyun hums against your folds speeding up ever so slightly as he sucks on your clit, his tongue flicking over the sensitive nerves. 

“B-B-Baekhyun,” you moan as he adds another finger, feeling like you were going to release. 

“Go on and cum for me, be a good girl for me, yeah?” he gently urges you. 

He adores the noises escaping you, and his gentle reassurance and urging allow you to completely fall over the edge. Your thighs attempt to close around his head, but he keeps them open with his shoulders in the way. 

“That’s it, good girl. You’re doing so good, so good for me,” he soothes you as he helps you through your orgasm, watching you calm down. 

“Do you feel okay?” Baekhyun asks, squeezing your hand and leaning up to get a better view of your face. 

“Mhm,” you murmur, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. 

“Words, love,” Baekhyun urges you. 

“Yeah. feel so good,” you tell him breathlessly. 

“Good,” he happily hums, kissing your temple. “Do you want to keep going?” Baekhyun asks. His eyes were wide and earnest, and you knew he wanted to keep going but would stop if you didn’t want to. He wouldn’t even need a reason why. 

“I want to, yes,” you assure him, sitting up and kissing him once you can reach him. You don’t mind the taste of your juices on his lips as you kiss him, too full of love. Plus you didn’t taste too bad, you decide. 

He smiles and rolls you into his lap, and you let him work you back up again. Before you’re out of oxygen you pull away, pulling off his remaining clothes and exposing his cock. You can’t help but whimper at the sight of it like one of the cats you’ve heard outside your house in heat. 

A soft chuckle escapes Baekhyun at your eagerness, and he guides one of your shaking hands to touch him, smearing your precum with some of the lingering juices on his hand. He was already firm, but Baekhyun wants you to touch him first to get used to seeing his dick. 

You let him guide you, enjoying the noises that escape his lips. No one ever saw Hashira vulnerable, and it gave you a strange sense of power to see him this way. 

“You’re doing so good,” he softly praises, soon stopping your movements. “I want to be inside you. Is that okay?”

“Yes please,” you murmur,  pulling away a little to lay down.

Baekhyun places a hand behind your neck and helps you lay down, a soft smile on his face. 

“Let me know if it hurts, okay?” he asks, cupping your cheek as he lines himself up to your entrance. “I’ll stop any time you want me to.” 

You nod more, holding onto his bicep as he slowly enters you. Because of how aroused you are, it isn’t painful at all despite the stretch. 

The sinful noise that escapes him is music to your ears, and you can’t help but respond to the melody. 

“Baekhyun, please,” you softly beg, unsure what for. 

“I’ve got you,” he chuckles softly, soon fully inside of you. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” Baekhyun reassures you, beginning to roll his hips and thrust into you. 

You gasp out a moan as he begins to move, your muscles clenching and relaxing repeatedly as he moves. You watch as Baekhyun’s eyebrows furrow in concentration as he changes the angle of his thrust, searching for the spot he found earlier. 

He leans his weight onto his forearm, his hand cupping your cheek as he uses the other to raise your leg. 

“Kyun!” You loudly cry as he immediately hits your g spot. 

“There it is,” he softly laughs, kissing your forehead as he continues to thrust into you. 

You squeeze his bicep and reach down between your bodies, your fingers clumsily rubbing your clit. 

“That’s it, good girl,” Baekhyun praises, watching intently as your face contorts in pleasure. 

“‘M close,” you manage to moan out. 

Baekhyun nods and picks up his pace, and you soon find yourself unable to hold back anymore. 

“Baekhyun!” you cry out as you tightly clench around him and peak. 

He watches you intently, trying to hold off his impending orgasm. When Baekhyun feels your juices practically gushing out of you, he falls over the edge. Spurts of his cum release inside of you, causing you to whine as he continues to thrust a few more times. 

“You did so well for me, Y/N,” he assures you, kissing your lips and slowly pulling out of you. 

You nod, feeling exhausted. 

“I’ll clean you up, I’ll be right back, okay?” Baekhyun says, kissing your temple before slowly getting up. 

You begin to drift off to sleep, only to wake up when you hear his soft giggles. 

“Baby, did I wear you out that much?” Baekhyun asks, using a wet cloth to clean you off. 

“Not everyone has the stamina of a Hashira, sorry to inform you,” you snort, sitting up and watching him. 

Baekhyun had put on boxers already and was taking out his shirt for you to wear. 

“That’s fair. Let’s cuddle and sleep, okay?” he suggests, sitting you up and putting your arms through the sleeves of his shirt.

“Yes please,” you tiredly murmur, laying back down. 

Baekhyun lays behind you and you snuggle into him. You cant see his smile as he wraps his arm around your waist, but the happy noises that escape him make you guess that he looks like a fool from his smile. 

“I love you, Baekhyun,” you tell him, closing your eyes. 

“I love you too,” he hums in response. 

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'tis the damn season (part 1/4) | eddie munson X reader

this fic is part of a series and the previous parts must be read before: series masterlist | playlist | taglist

summary: You thought once you went back to Cali, Eddie would soon forget about you and the time you had spent together - even though that was the furthest away from what you wanted. But, after your roommate from the students’ house you were now living in handed you Eddie’s first letter, you were relieved knowing your fears wouldn’t come true.

warnings: fem!reader - no physical description. no use of y/n. post s4 - canon divergence. recreational use of marijuana, skinny dipping. heavy making-out, implied smut (not described).

word count: 3.4k

a/n: woooooo i'm thrilled!!! all aboard the hurt/comfort train, choo choo. this first one is just a treat! angst will come. as always, english is not my first language so excuse any mistakes! if it's unintelligible please let me know. happy reading!!! don't forget to reblog and comment if you've enjoyed it!

summer ‘86

03:51 p.m.

You closed the door behind you a bit too harshly and rolled your eyes at your brother’s complaint about it. “It’s a cheap old car, Jonathan, not like I took a ride with Steve.” You told him, nodding at Harrington’s BMW parking right beside your brother’s car.

“Yeah, it’s an old car, meaning that it could break at any moment now!”

“She’ll live.” Nancy answered for you, getting out of her own car on the other side of Steve’s, and the both of you just chuckled at Jon’s grimace.

You started getting some of your and your siblings’ belongings from the truck with no help whatsoever, as Jonathan ran to embrace his girlfriend, Will ran to the lake’s edge for the view, already retrieving his notebook and pencils from his backpack, and El ran to Max for their gossip time.

“Need a hand in there, princess?” His voice and sarcastic tone were the same you kept in memory, and you stopped your actions to look at him.

Eddie’s thumbs were resting through his belt loops, his black ripped pants very similar to those he wore last time you saw him four months ago. But, because of the heat, his hair was tied up in a bun on the top of his head, only a few strands dangling by the side of his face. And he dismissed the regular leather jacket and denim vest combo, choosing to display a handmade cropped shirt of what you figured was a band you weren’t familiar with.

His happy trail was out and about, basically waving at you.

If the heat was hard to endure before, it was now unbearable.

You led your eyes up, back to his face, and the smirk he sustained told you all you needed to know. You hoped you weren’t drooling. At least he didn’t tease you.

“I’ll take that offer, yeah.” You answered his question and he ended the distance between the two of you, helping you with the cooler your mom had filled with water bottles, half of them later exchanged for beer bottles - courtesy of Steve’s parents’ stock.

You and Eddie walked to the lake’s deck and placed your belongings on its wooden planks, while the rest of your friends were also placing stuff like towels, foldable chairs, and their own backpacks and coolers on the ground. The younger ones were already taking off their clothes - Lucas threw Dustin, fully clothed, onto the water and was now laughing hysterically at his friend’s screams.

“Beware of leeches!” You warned, and El and Max stopped mid-motion as they were taking their jeans shorts off to look at you, all wide eyes and jaws open. “Just kidding.” You laughed, dodging the shoe one of them threw your way.

You only had one and a half weeks of freedom to visit your new family home in Fort Wayne that summer. And it took you a while (and some bribery), but you were finally able to convince all your friends - the older and the younger ones - to spend a whole afternoon together. The chosen lake was almost halfway between Fort Wayne and Hawkins, easily accessible to both your family and the rest of your friends. You invited Argyle to come back to Indiana with you for a visit, but he was unfortunately unable to, working extra to repay the two weeks he had kidnapped the Surfer Boys van. At least he still had his job.

Aside from your absence, everything seemed to be going great for your family - finally. Your mom and Hop were insanely in love, your mom found a job she liked in the new city and Hopper was working in the Fort Wayne PD, quickly rising ranks. Will and El were able to, alongside many students in Hawkins, retake their finals, and were moving forward to 10th grade in Fort Wayne at the end of summer. Jonathan did the same, but for his graduation.

The rest of your friends were also granted that special treatment, both the freshmen (now sophomores!) and the seniors (now graduates!). Eddie, because of his wounds (and pariah status) was actually granted one extra week to study - and Nance tutored him, ensuring he wouldn’t be held back as a senior for the fourth time. Being known all over Hawkins finally gave your family and friends some advantages instead of bullying.

Your job as a camp counselor took most of your summer away from you, and the three-day trips back and forth on buses - because you couldn’t afford plane tickets - took some more, but you were still happy to be able to travel and see the ones you loved. Because it really felt like this time all the distress was finally over, completely gone. You didn’t have that bad hunch creeping up your spine anymore. Will didn’t get chills, his neck hair didn’t rise since he moved back. Even Jonathan was optimistic, and that was saying something.

So as you took off the clothes over your bikini, laid down on your towel ready for a sunbath, with your friends’ excited chatter and your younger siblings’ loud laughs in your ears, you just relaxed, no worries disturbing you anymore.

09:02 p.m.

“You sure?” Jonathan’s arm was draped around your shoulders, and you just knocked it off as you pushed him in the direction of Nancy’s car.

“It’ll be alright, man. Go enjoy your girlfriend.” You winked at him.

He smirked back at you. “And I’ll let you enjoy your boyfriend.” You just flipped him off, not bothering to correct him anymore after his joke has been done through all the time you’ve been home already.

You closed the passenger door for him as he settled in his seat, Nancy already starting the car. Your siblings were going to spend the night at the Wheeler’s. You watched as Will, El and Mike practically slept over each other on the back seat, exhausted from four hours of lake fun, their cheeks pink because they rubbed off all the sunscreen. Steve’s BMW was further away and its honk was almost inaudible, muffled by the trees surrounding the lake. Didn’t take long until Nancy also took off, honking at you too, and you waved at them.

You felt him before you even heard him, approaching your back, and you tilted your head as you felt his fingers pushing your damp hair to the side and exposing the skin on your neck, feeling the cold of his rings touching your ear.

“Glad you could find some time just for me on your busy schedule, princess.” Eddie’s voice was low and husky right by your ear and you couldn’t suppress a shiver.

You turned to him in slow motion and found him looking at you hungrily. You snickered. “You know what I really wanna do now that we’re alone?” You asked and his eyes widened, the moonlight reflected on those brown pools. He just shook his head in question and your smirk grew.

09:47 p.m.

You blew off the smoke and repressed a cough, passing the dying joint to Eddie beside you. He finished it off with a couple more hits and put the tip away on a little bag you had earlier reserved as trash recipient.

Eyes closed, you felt his foot touching yours underwater as you laid down on the deck, cold wooden planks still wet from your previous fun feeling like heaven under your skin. The fog on your head from the weed was like a blessing, and you heard Eddie moving beside you before you felt his shoulder touching yours.

You sighed contently before opening your eyes and turning nothing but your head to your side, capturing him staring up at the starlit night sky.

“I’m also glad I can spend time with you. Just the two of us.” You answered, referencing what he told you previously. He didn’t look at you, but you felt his pinky finger intertwining yours and saw a genuine smile growing on his lips.

You thought once you went back to Cali, Eddie would soon forget about you and the time you had spent together - even though that was the furthest away from what you wanted. But, after your roommate from the students’ house you were now living in handed you Eddie’s first letter, you were relieved knowing your fears wouldn’t come true. You answered his letter and he just kept sending you more mail, and you kept answering them and so it went.

So you kept in touch the whole time you were away, mostly through letters because interstate phone calls were expensive - but you’ve called him on a stressful day or two, eager to hear his soothing voice; and he called you, exhilarated, when he learned he would be able to graduate after all.

Your letters started as merely friendly, platonic contact. Until Eddie was brave enough to bring up your kiss and the sex you had in his motel room - which you wanted to talk about too, but unlike him was not brave enough to. But you were brave enough to respond to him after he mentioned it, and your letters grew bolder and bolder every time, talking about how you wanted to see, touch, feel, and kiss each other again.

Once summer started you only talked to him again after you were already back in Indiana. Calling him from your mom’s phone was cheap enough to do once every three days as you planned when you would be able to actually see each other. You wanted to spend as much time as possible with your family, and he had his own commitments, so the only opportunity you had was… whole party lake day.

It was still a good day, anyway. You were happy.

You kept in silence for a few more minutes before Eddie sat up and stretched his arms above his head. He didn’t have his shirt on, not since he took a swim earlier and hadn’t covered his torso again. Your eyes instantly flew to the muscles on his back, all the way from his shoulder blades down to his hip dimples.

You unconsciously licked your lips.

He didn’t seem bothered or insecure about the scars all over his neck, chest, and stomach, contouring his skin in a pinkish tone. They looked like a painting’s highlights to you. It probably helped that no one commented on it throughout the day, except El who looked at him and Steve - comparing their scars - and murmured bitchin’, but you sensed they weren’t even supposed to hear it.

Fast enough to advert your eyes when he turned back, you faked as if you had been looking at the sky the whole time.

“Wanna go for a night swim?” He invited, and you stared at his face. As you were sitting up and considering his offer, he completed, eyebrows comically wiggling up and down: “Nakey-naked?”

You chuckled. “Aren’t you full of ideas, Munson?” He only shrugged at you with a smirk on his lips, getting to his feet and pulling his pants and underwear down - no hesitation whatsoever. You looked away, feeling your cheeks catch fire.

“C’mon sweetheart, nothing you ain’t seen before!” He laughed before cannonballing into the lake, soaking you up to your waist, droplets hitting your face. You made no movement towards joining him, and he approached your legs after a particularly long dive. He rested his forearms on your thighs and looked up at you with puppy eyes, his wet hair falling out of the bun. “Nothin’ I ain’t seen before too.” He said, tugging on the hem of your shorts.

You bit your bottom lip to suppress a grin. “And you wanna see it again that badly?” You asked, even if his answer was obvious by his expression, by his flickering eyes, by his enthusiastic nods. “Close your eyes.”

“Seriously?” He pleaded.

“Close your eyes, Eddie!” You giggled, and he obliged with the cutest pout you had ever seen.

Yeah, sure, he had seen you naked already, touched your body all over, and you weren’t exactly insecure, but you had never done that - skinny dipping - before. The restlessness of a new adventure was making you just a little uncertain.

You watched him bite his lip at hearing your clothes come off, and the heat of your body escalated. Not exactly the summer climate’s fault.

He had swam back a little from the edge of the deck, giving you space to enter the water. Unlike him you didn’t jump in, instead, you sat on the border and slowly sunk in, the water not as warm as it was a few hours prior. As you settled and the sounds around you diminished, Eddie opened his eyes. They twinkled.

The night was clear, although the moonlight was not enough to allow crisp sight of what was under the water, so you couldn’t distinguish each other’s naked bodies. It was still thrilling to know you were naked, though.

Before you thought about your actions, you were already approaching him slowly. His eyes widened more at every inch you eliminated between you and you could see the pink shade of his skin all the way from his cheeks to his collarbone. His curls were less defined by the weight of the water pulling them down, his crooked cut bangs sticking to his forehead.

The crickets cricketing on your back, fireflies lighting up the shores with their little dances, one lonely leaf floating in the space left between you two.

Summer was nearing its end.

As your fondness for Eddie was growing.

You tilted your head slightly as your fingertips reached his arms under the water, watched as he gulped and his shoulders shivered.

“Act all shy but you’re a menace, sweetheart.” His voice was low-toned and you grinned.

“We could call it even.” You shrugged, feeling his hands timidly contouring your waist, pulling you closer, as yours reached his shoulders. You had goosebumps, and you could feel he had them too.

“We could never be even. You’re… like a god or the universe or whatever, they just pulled you straight out of my dreams. And I can’t even believe you’ve decided to spend time with lil’ ol’ me.” He grimaced, a humorless chuckle out his lips. “Doesn’t feel balanced, doesn’t feel fair, cannot for the life of me understand what you see in me to keep gracing me with your… friendship.” That was a choice of a word.

You adored it when he rambled.

“Gotta give yourself more credit, Eds.” Your noses touched, his eyes fluttered and a gasp escaped him.

You adored his reactions to you.

You kept talking: “You’re funny.” A kiss on the tip of his nose. “You’re kind. You’re brave.” A kiss on each of his cheeks. “You’re so, so pretty.” A kiss on his jaw. His breath faltered. His hands grasped your hips firmly. “Will you kiss me?” You whispered, lips brushing his.

“Thought you’d never ask.” He whispered back.

You adored the way he looked at you.

His lips found yours completely and all the soft nature sounds around you were instantly muted. You didn’t need to talk anymore. You’ve talked enough through letters for four months, you’ve exchanged enough provocations throughout the afternoon. You just wanted to feel him.

There was no hesitancy as he pulled you closer, his hands traveling on your back, sending shivers up your spine. You gripped tightly on his damp hair and he hissed mid-kiss, the way his body pressed against you under the water making you dizzy.

Your feet were swinging, not touching the ground as Eddie dragged you both further to deeper parts of the lake, lips never once leaving yours, tongues twirling teasingly around each other. Your thighs trailing up on his, circling his waist, his hands daring down until they reached your ass to grope as hard as he could.

His breath mixed with yours, sighs escaping in between turnings heads, moans swallowed by each other’s mouths. It was a slow dance, sinful in the holiest way, the cold water and his calloused fingertips piercing your skin and soul equally.

You had only a few more hours of freedom in Indiana, but with Eddie’s hands holding onto you for dear life, his lips leaving yours to make their way down your collarbone, and your head thrown back to look at the stars and the moon as they blessed you, you were certain those would be the most enjoyed few hours freedom you had ever seen. Hours spent adoring him. And him adoring you.

———

Dearest Pantry Girl,

Cabin’s roof was finally finished this week. Me and Wayne are already settling into our new home, Steve helped us with the moving - the kids helped too, I mean, they were supposed to, but they just played and made fun of all my stuff and almost broke one of Wayne’s precious mugs from his collection, so I kinda grounded them after that.

It’s very pretty here. And quiet, Wayne loves the quiet. Birds chirping, rustling of trees and shit. He actually told me he might start bird watching, that’s insane, never thought he would get into this kind of thing. But I saw a book about birds on the library last time Dustin made me take him there, I might get it for Wayne one of these days.

I like that it’s very far away from everything. No one knows where we live, or how to get here without getting lost in the woods. I feel safe.

I told Wayne he should get the bedroom, since he allowed me to have the trailer’s bedroom ever since I was dumped under his watch. He wouldn’t let me though, so I have the room for myself again. Doesn’t hurt that it’s got a pretty view. Maybe you can visit on summer. I’ll even change the sheets for you.

Summer camp sounds rad. Hope you have a great time, I’m sure you’ll be a hell of a counselor. Lots of kids gonna get crushes on you - I know I did. Just don’t go around making too many friends and writing them letters after summer ends. I want exclusivity on that matter.

Kindly ask Argyle to send some ‘purple palm tree delight’ or whatever the fuck with you? That gave me the most insane high of my life. Wanna do it again. We could do it together!

Oh! My wounds are much, much better. They’re healing great, I don’t feel pain anymore, just a slight sensitivity around the bites’ areas. They’re also not as gross to look at… I’d like your personal input on that topic. No one else I’d rather have glancing at my shirtless bod, if ya know what I mean.

This letter is too long.

Kay, bye bye now.

See ya in a few weeks, milady. Can’t wait.

Sincerely,

Eddie The Banished.

———

Dearest Pantry Girl,

Hope your travel back was good and safe. I was so high I forgot to ask, but please send my thanks to Argyle for the weed! And try harder to convince him to come with you next time, he’s still owing me and Jonathan a bong session. In the meantime, I’ll try to convince Steve to join us when that session eventually happens.

Say hi to your roommate for me! I know she handed you this letter.

I really enjoyed our night together. It was fun and lighthearted, as it always is with you. I’m glad you stumbled upon me stealing cookies on that party. You’re a great friend. Special friend. ;) I never had this with someone, and I thought I would overthink it and ruin everything, or just run away like I’m used to, but you make it safe. And cool. So it’s cool.

Little Byers told us you’ll come back for Thanksgiving, and Harrington’s already planning a party at his house for the day after. Don’t worry, he said it won’t be a full-house party, but a friends-only-get-together. We could rent movies and gossip ‘till sunrise. Or I’ll plan a very bloody D&D campaign and force all of you to join me even though you all hate playing. I don’t care. I’ll forge a Paladin out of Steve yet.

Please answer this letter saying you’ll come. Pretty please?!

See ya in a few months, milady. Can’t wait!

Sincerely,

Eddie The Banished

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From Afar pact mark headcanons - request from @rottenchoicesbroughtmehere about the manifestations of pact marks in the more eldritch sense (80% done)

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Taking Care - (of a stubborn/sick MC) soft hc's of brothers taking care of a stubborn MC (not started)

MC "Died and came back wrong" - post lesson 16 angst angst angst (warning: body & psychological horror) (20% done)

All Aboard the Angst Train - playing off an ask my beautiful 🥀 anon sent in, which is mostly just pain. (90% done)

Eldritch Bros Getting Protective - they kind of just lose their shit. (just started)

Would you still love me if I was a worm - i'm not saying anything im so excited about this one. (99% done)

#i type words #a progress update

[taegularities]

Kiki 👀 idk if you read manga/manwahs but god you need to read this one "The broken ring : this marriage will fail anyways" like I was re-reading yesterday

it just remind me of cmi idk it giving same vibes and the different lifeline and lifetime the different timelines element has always been so fascinating !!! It's so good you need to check it out

Plus the back story of it so DAMN angst and pure love shredding. it's based off very popular Korean novel 🏌🏻‍♀️ it's just so so so good I really really want you to go read I can't wait for your thoughts on 🫣 also beware of the upcoming spoilers

~ 🐠 anon

hey love !! :') kiki is an amazing writer but not the author of cmi lol :D misnaming doesn't feel v good but :( i guess it was unintentionally tho, so it's okay!!

i don't know that manga yet, but different lifetimes, angst and romance are always intriguing lol !! i guess since c&f3 dropped, we've all jumped aboard that reincarnation train huh 👀 i'm all over the place, but I'll see if i can check it/the book out when i can, thank you love !! 🤍

#which upcoming spoilers btw !! #notes for rid 🌹 #🐠 anon #fic: colour me in

[sroop]

guided (vi) - discont.

Reyza could accuse him all she wanted about using that helmet to unfair advantage, but Din often felt it was her that had all her features trained into the perfect wall.

A/N: ohoho, i'm having lots of fun here. i think there could potentially be need for some warnings. there's a bit of angst, mentions of death and violence, but that's about it.

Summary: For the past few days, the Crest hasn't felt much like home, until Din finally begins to hear what it's trying to say.

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Reyza climbs into the seat next to Din's aboard the Crest. His visor swings towards her with a small jerk, following her as she sinks into the leather chair wordlessly. Nearly two days after their departure from Sorgan, she'd hardly spoken a word to him, much less seek out his company in the cockpit. In fact, Din found himself secluding himself to this quiet area of the ship if only to give her freedom of movement with the child in its belly.

"So why are you hiding?" she mutters, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. It's a familiar sight. Her, curled to her side with her knees up to her chin in the passenger seat. It lightens some of the apprehension he'd had about this inevitable conversation.

"Why are you?" he retorts.

The silence between them grows stale and rotten. Even when they'd fought in the past, Din had not remembered it being so... charged. He glances at her without moving his helmet and is surprised to see a flicker of wetness in her eyes. He's never seen her cry. He's not even sure if damp eyes counts as crying.

But the sight doesn't let him stay silent for long. He sighs, "I'm sorry. For dragging you into all this. It's not right."

She doesn't respond to him, except to curl further into herself.

"You didn't make this choice, to put yourself in danger for the child. I'm sorry I forced your hand." Din pretends not to notice the way she drags the back of her hand across her face. "I wanted a better life for you too," he admits softly.

Her head snaps towards him. Half surprise and half some other emotion he can't name, unhidden, before it's shuffled away behind a mask. Reyza could accuse him all she wanted about using that helmet to unfair advantage, but Din often felt it was her that had all her features trained into the perfect wall. He wants to remind her that they're partners, her very own words. She didn't need to hide anything from him.

He hears her shuffle in her seat, unfurling. Even though he doesn't look, he feels the weight of her full gaze on him, the determination of how she holds the armrest to turn towards him.

"You remember when you asked me to tell you what was bothering me? Before Corellia?"

He nods.

"I never really told you. Not honestly, at least."

Din shakes his head, smiling softly. No, she didn't, but he didn't really have the heart to care anymore, so long as she forgave him. Still, he's touched by her insistence to tell him now.

"Well, do you- " her gaze falls to the floor and back to him, " -wanna hear? How I really got to the guild and everything?"

Din switches the Crest onto autopilot, and turns his chair towards her.

"During the war, Polaris was a neutral entity. It's not easy for spies to choose sides," she says lightly, a sad smile crawling up one side of her lips. Din tilts his head. This wasn't where he had expected her to start her story. "But our leadership at the time came to a decision pretty quick when the Empire started getting greedy. They wanted us to either swear complete and total allegiance to them, or die. So we did the only thing we could and swore allegiance, which is probably why most people seem to think we merged with the Empire and ended with them. The truth is that that was all a front. A play for freedom."

It makes well enough sense. And Din suddenly realizes he's being made privy to a truth that few in the galaxy knew. He sits up a little straighter and nods to acknowledge her words.

"We were working with the New Republic, trying to weaken the Empire enough that it wouldn't be able to make good on its threat. But we were found out, somehow, and they started killing us. All the Empire contacts, just gone." She gestures with her hand, pinching it shut and releasing into an open palm. Gone. Nothing. Just air in the palm of the Empire's hand.

Din recalls faintly the fear in her eyes when she'd collected the puck, her attempt to clue him in on why she was afraid. The Empire. She'd been saying it all along. They hurt me before, you're letting them hurt me again.

"Some of us trained as assassins survived by running away or killing for the Empire, but that doesn't mean all of us did. Mando, I've never seen anything like it." She leans forward to grab his hand. "They wiped us out. All our leadership, all espionage agents, even the ones no one could have possibly known about. Entire constellations just erased."

"Constellations," Din says, testing the word. "Constellations, as in coverts?"

She blinks in surprise.

"I- yes, I suppose so."

"Is that why... you were upset on Sorgan? When we found the walker?"

She'd hardly spoken to Din on that backwater planet, even refusing to share a hut with him and choosing to sleep in the forest. Something about keeping watch for hunters. He feels like hitting himself on his head on his own helmet. Of course something had been wrong. Everything had changed after that discovery.

Reyza doesn't tell him that it was that; and the kind, genuine woman she'd seen Din lost in conversation with a few times. Instead, she nods her head slowly.

"It's why I begged you not to take him back, Mando," she says softly.

"I would've kept you out of it, if they'd caught me. I would never- "

"It's not about that!" she cries, interjecting. She paces from her seat and with a wave of her hand, dismisses the thought. "It's just... I finally have this, you know?" she opens her arms to take in the whole of the ship. "When you went back for him, you were going up against the same people I've seen kill mine, and you didn't listen."

Din's stomach plummets and he stands, reaching for her arms, but she swats him away.

"You didn't listen," she says again, this time the tears pooling at the edge of her eye. Din clenches his jaw.

"I'm sorry," he murmurs, lifting a gloved finger to catch the tear.

The Razor Crest hums gently beneath them, as their foreheads meet, eyes closed. He doesn't remember the last time he's really stopped to listen to their ship, the low groans and the constant bips. It's steady and faithful and Din is grateful. How many times had he bustled past all the signs and warnings and messages she'd left for him here? All the clues and hints she'd press into his hand, and plead with him to heed.

He lifts his head.

"I'm listening," he promises.

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thanks for reading!

#din djarin #the mandalorian #din djarin x reader #mandalorian oc #din djarin x female oc #din djarin x female reader #mando #mando x reader #mando x female reader #mando x f!reader #mandalorian fanfic #the book of boba fett #mandalorian x reader #mandalorian x female reader #mandalorian x oc #reyza

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Part 3 - Chapter 36 - Despair

Blank Canvas Part 3

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Fanfiction.net - here

Happy Halloween! :D It's update time again. All aboard for our continued journey on the angst train. Sorry, not sorry! We've got guilt and tears this chapter so I hope you enjoy! I'll be spending the rest of the day working on carving pumpkins. If anyone has some fun designs, let's share 'em on the discord! :D

Linktree to all the things!

End notes for the chapter are under the line.

The nicknames! Finally after dozens and dozens and dozens of chapters and countless words, the nicknames are back! People have been commenting they've missed the use of Kacchan ever since Izuku stopped using it back in part 1. I always wanted it to come back but not for anything less than a strong emotional reason. Which just so turned out to be heartbreak. Heh. But it happened!

And a new nickname has been born too! My whole thought is that Katsuki has a two syllable nickname engrained in him. But Deku is out. No more. Bye bye. See ya! But I thought Zuku could be a fun replacement and a step forward for him. ^____^ A small step on his path to redemption. Still long to go though but progress!

Izuku's got a theory about Kurogiri. I'm not sure how it will affect the story, but I like having Kurogiri be a bit more self aware than in canon. Still strongly conditioned but there are bits of his former self showing through. Idk. I want redemption for him too! -throws out redemption like sprinkles-

-but only for those who deserve it. suck it endickvore-

Well now Katsuki knows about Dad For One. We'll have to see how he processes this in the future. Even I'm still figuring that out. For now though they have more important things to worry about. Like staying alive and escaping. Hang in there, boys! Your time with the League isn't over yet.

O'keee, that's it for this time! Like I said. It's pumpkin carving time. I'll share 'em to the discord when I finish. Coming up, we get an update from class 1-A and let me tell ya, Hitoshi is not having a good time. Though that shouldn't be all that surprising. Don't worry. I do have some comfort in line for him. You'll see. Alrighty, then. Have an ooky spooky day! Byeeee!!

#bnha #mha #blankcanvasfic #fanfic #quirkless au #blankcanvasheritage #blankcanvasoc #midoriya izuku #bakugo katsuki #mha kurogiri

[dootdootwriting]

hihi! can I request a romantic kazuha x reader fic, when he returns home from wandering around? thank you!

with love,

-🧊☕️

i leave for so long and when i get back i have emoji anons...... this is the best day of my life clearly i've made it as a writer/hj

also i have over 700 followers now i dont know how THAT happened but i'm glad u guys like my words!!

sorry i've been gone for so long :,) turns out finishing high school is kind of a big deal ?? but i'm back now so :) hit me w ur requests and im so sorry again LMAO

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pairing: kazuha x reader; platonic thoma, ayaka, & ayato x reader tw: mentions of loneliness; uhhhhhh inazuma quest spoilers i suppose????, beidou lifts an entire anchor by herself because listen to me when i tell you this woman is BUILT. wife. this isnt a trigger but it IS important. type: written, (angst to(?)) fluff, this is SO cheesy somebody shoot me PLEASE my brain is ROTTING pronouns: NONE LOL :D

KAZUHA had left only a day or two after the vision hunt decree had been lifted. Though he was no longer considered an enemy of the state, he'd told you he'd still felt uncomfortable, that people still trailed their gazes after him, and that he still hid instinctively sometimes from Kujou Sara and her men.

It made sense, of course. And since he'd been helping aboard captain Beidou's ship for so long, she'd gladly offered to let him tag along with her crew for a while longer to help take the edge off things. Kazuha was grateful, and though he promised he'd miss you (and you knew he would), you could tell he was relieved when he boarded the ship one more time.

It had been around four months since he'd left.

Letters had been delivered, written full of everything he'd seen and sometimes delivered with foreign flowers that had reminded him or you or trinkets fashioned from grass or tree bark in his spare time. From the words on the pages, you could tell he was making the most of his journey, and that taking in so many new places was, for him, the best of vacations.

For you, however, it meant loneliness.

You had your friends, who you would meet up with from time to time at Komore Teahouse. You would engage in ridiculous hotpot games with the Kamisatos and Thoma. You would pet Taroumaru's obnoxiously, adorably fluffy pelt. And while these were excellent pastimes and helped get your mind away from Kazuha for a few moments, your thoughts always circled back to him in the end.

So when finally, after three and a half months of waiting, you got a letter saying he was on his way back, you were overjoyed. You told everyone you could think of. Ayaka laughed with you and gave you a bear hug (then quickly coughed and apologized, though you told her she had nothing to worry about). Taroumaru barked happily and wagged his tail, too polite a dog to jump on you. Thoma congratulated you loudly from his seemingly permanent abode of the bathroom, and Ayato smiled sincerely at you, which seemed to be about the most he could do without laughing at Thoma's predicament (poor guy).

And all this led to you now, feet planted firmly on the docks despite your nervous stomach seeming to be in your throat, eyes trained desperately on the horizon for any sign of the Alcor and its fleet. News had come yesterday that it would be arriving shortly, and, being so kind and incredibly connected, Thoma had delivered the news to you.

Finally, after what seemed like days but was most likely just over an hour, something caught your eye. It seemed like just a shadow at first, but it quickly became more visible, and with it the sound of a whistling tune only one person could make. Kazuha sat, as laid-back as ever, in the crow's nest, a blade of grass in hand at his lips. The lookout officially on duty tapped him a few times on the shoulder and pointed at the docks, and Kazuha quickly sat up, eyes darting around to find you.

It wasn't long before he did, and with the Crux coming in so quickly, you could spot the exact moment when he spotted you. Kazuha's entire face lit up into a grin so wide you'd probably only seen it on him once before. His hair whipped about into his face and out into the wind, and he waved with both hands stretched as far as he could, letting go of the blade of grass he had been playing just a moment before. It danced out into the wind, and by the time you couldn't see it anymore, the Alcor had pulled up to the dock, and Beidou waved to you before hoisting the anchor overboard.

Kazuha wasted no time. Almost like a cat, he leapt from his perch and hit the deck of the ship so hard you almost worried if he'd injured himself. You didn't have the time to, however, because as soon as his feet touched the Alcor, Kazuha was running toward you at full speed, swooping you up in his arms and laughing to the point where, if you were able to catch a glimpse of his face while yours was buried in his shirt, you would have noticed tears.

"I missed you," he said, and it wasn't loud. It was almost whispered, so quiet that only the two of you could hear it.

"I missed you, too," you replied, and without another word, Kazuha grabbed your face uncharacteristically roughly and pressed his lips against yours. It felt like he kissed you for almost as long as you'd been waiting for him to come back. Though the world moved along outside, the two of you were in your little bubble, as if the archons had been so merciful as to grant you a little pocket of immortality to enjoy just this once.

Kazuha pulled away after a few moments, cheeks flushed as red as the autumn leaves he adored so much. You felt heat rush into yours as well.

"Do you want to do anything now that you're back? I can help you carry things if you need," you offered, your hand finding its home holding his.

"Let's just go home," Kazuha answered, his own hand squeezing yours in response.

After all this time waiting, you think, you are more than happy to oblige.

#genshin impact #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha x reader #genshin x reader #GOD THE WHOLE TIME WRITING I WAS SWAPPING BETWEEN #THIS IS THE BEST THING IVE EVER WRITTEN #AND THIS IS THE CRINGIEST THING IVE EVER WRITTEN #maybe its both.. #gi kazuha #gn!reader