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thiswasinevitableid · 3 years

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.. for mermay.. 8, indruck nsfw?

Here you go! Duck’s design is based on a rudderfish.

Authors note: since prompt 8 is “drunk,” drinking is mentioned in this. It’s also implied Indrid is doing some self-destructive behaviors to cope with trauma.

The party is a splendid success, as was the book launch that preceded it. Indrid has done what he does best, lined his pockets and those of his agents and editors, and gotten everyone talking.

“Did you see the one of the pyres?”

“The one of the hurricane aftermath, the look in the girls eyes is so haunting.”

“Personally, I found the jeweled mummies a bit much, but the emergency room shots? Stunning.”

This is why Indrid is sitting on the rocks on his private cove, and will not be going back up to the house until he’s polished off all three of these heavily spiked bottles of eggnog. It’s better than the time he emptied most of a bottle of vanilla vodka, but not by much.

He was tipsy when he snuck out the back door and down the path to the sea. So when the empty bottle rolls away, all he can do is whap at the air close to it and wave as it plonks into the water.

“Oops. Hic, oh, hic, well, what’s one more piece of trash in, hic, a dying world?”

He yelps, knocking his remaining bottles into the sand as the lost one flies through the air towards him. Or he thinks that’s the trajectory; it’s hard to tell. The point is, the bottle is back and he’s clutching his chest like an old man in a silent movie.

“Look, man, I know it’s temptin to just leave trash everywhere, but there are signs up and down this beach sayin not to litter.” A man floats in the water at the foot of the rock, black hair plastered to his forehead and muscular arms crossed over a bare chest.

“It, hic, it was an accident. And I am, hic, in no condition to retrieve anything from the water.”

The man frowns, “shit, if you’re that drunk, you oughta get off the rocks. It’s deep here, you might drown. Go sit on the sand, it’s safer. Warmer too, still holdin heat from the sun.”

“I, I’m fine, hic, don’t, don’t need some wet man babying me.” He stands to prove his point, nearly falls face first into the water, and sits back down, “see, m’fine.”

“Get off the rock.” The man says, sounding for all the world like a cat owner two seconds from grabbing the spray bottle.

“No.” Indrid huffs.

Water splashes his face and he sputters.

The man pulls his hand back, preparing to send another wave at him, “Get.”

“Fuck you”

The splash is much more intense this time and he curses, scrambles sideways, and falls to his knees in the sand.

“That’s better, now I don’t gotta worry about fishin your careless ass outta the water.”

“If, if we are, hic, t-talking careless, you, you shouldn’t say a thing. You’re, hic, swimming in cold water with, without a wetsuit.”

The man shrugs, “Don’t need one.” With that he floats on his back, bringing a dark-scaled tail into view.

“You’re, hic, you’re a merman.” He crawls forward, breathless, “that’s so cool, wanna, gotta photograph you, so handsome, gotta-”

“Nope” The merman swims back into deeper water, “no pictures, those can end real bad for us.”

“But, but you’re so beautiful. If, hic, if pictures are no good, I, I can draw. I draw good, even if no one likes it.”

“Uh, you really wanna sit on a cold beach paintin my picture instead of hangin out at that shindig?” He points up the hill to the brightly lit house.

“No, nonono, hic, don’t, don’t wanna go back up there, s’awful, hic.”

“Awful?” The merman sounds concerned, and in the patchy moonlight he swims close enough that Indrid can see the details of his face, “is someone up there hurtin you?”

“No” He shakes his head, “it, it-”

“Indrid!”

“Damn it.” He mutters as the merman retreat beneath waves. As his guests grow closer he stands, carefully picks up all three bottles, and heads uphill to meet them.

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Indrid shuffles through the house, head pounding, decides he hates the following people, in this order:

-His agent

-Himself

-Whoever mentioned it was a shame there were no Plata River Bridge photos, causing Indrid to drink a whole martini in order to bite his tongue.

It’s not until his third cup of coffee that he remembers the merman. God, he was really rude to someone who was just trying to keep him from drowning.

Very, very carefully, he makes his way to the beach, sketchbook in one hand and thermos in the other.

“Hello?” He calls across the water. No reply. Of course there isn’t; the merman has the whole ocean to explore, there’s no reason for him to hang around Indrid’s house. He sighs, sits down on a piece of driftwood, and draws. Normally the cold would drive him back indoors, but today it’s bracing, blowing his hangover off of him and down the sand.

“Glad to see you’re in one piece”

Indrid sits bolt upright. The merman waves to him.

“You came back?”

“Yeah? I mean, this is part of my rounds, so I come by here at least once a day. More surprised you’re down here when it’s all cold and grey.”

“I, ah, I wanted to apologize for last night. I was being stubborn and rude.”

“You were, but I was kinda grumpy too. At the end of my shift and all that, but I shouldn’t have splashed you.” He smiles, swims closer, “do you, uh, remember any of the other stuff you said?”

“I have a vague memory of begging to photograph you. Or maybe draw, it’s all very fuzzy.”

“You did. I, uh” the merman’s cheeks turn pink, “you were really, uh, well let’s just say you were excited at the idea of drawin me, so I thought maybe, if you wanted to..”

“Yes” Indrid shifts down into the sand so he can rest his back on the log, “can we do it now? You said you were on rounds, and if you’re working I don’t want to interrupt.”

“I’m done for the day. Should I get on a rock or somethin?”

“Can you come on the sand at all? Oh, ah, it seems you can.” Indrid scoots back as the merman slides gracefully ashore. In the daylight, his tail is a rich green-brown, his hair streaked with grey near his forehead. His eyes, one green and one brown, regard Indrid with curiosity as he turns to a new page.

“You got a name?”

“Indrid. Indrid Cold.”

“Duck Newton. It’s a nickname.” The mer stretches his arms and tail, and were Indrid in a self-flattering frame of mind he’d say he was flexing for him, “I gotta pose?”

“No, as long as you don’t move too much, I should be fine.”

Duck nods, shifts onto his belly with his tail dipped in the surf. Indrid sets his pen to paper, asks Duck what he does for work and when the tunnel vision of his project dissipates, it’s dusk.

“Oh my, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you so long.”

The merman yawns, “S’okay, it was nice talkin with you, and I got to birdwatch some. Can I see?”

Indrid turns the sketchbook. Mis-matched eyes widen.

“Holy fuck. You made me look damn good.”

“I simply captured you as you are.” Indrid feels a blush moving up his cheeks as Duck scoots closer.

“You gonna do this tomorrow? If, uh, if you don’t wanna draw me again, I can bring you some interestin stuff from the water. If, uh, if you want.”

His schedule for tomorrow starts with a phone interview, after which he was planning to sit in a dark living room and watch mindless T.V.

“That sounds lovely. Thank you, Duck.”

The merman beams, waves, and then pushes back into the sea, raising his tail once in farewell.

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“...now, Juno thinks it’s-holy fuck ‘Drid, was that your stomach?” Duck raises his head from where he’s been sort-of-napping, sort of talking.

“Hmm? Yes, I suppose it was.” He has his watercolors out today, a surprise stretch of sunny days rendering the beach and hillsides in glorious technicolor.

“When did you last eat?”

“..............”

“Oh my fuckin god, ‘Drid, no wonder you look like you’re close to passin out.”

“I’m fine.”

Duck has that look on his face again, the one he got when Indrid admitted to walking the cliff-side trails when he’s coming back from the roadhouse on the edge of town. When Indrid says he hasn’t slept in two days.

The merman says nothing, goes back to reading the book of nature essays Indrid brought him. A buzz cuts through the air and he groans, shuts off the alarm on his phone, “I need to go get ready for that interview.”

“You wanna meet up tonight?”

“Yes.”

“Great. But, uh, seem to remember you promised me some of those cookies you say are the best in the world.”

Indrid smirks, “I suppose I did.”

“I want some. But not for dinner, with dinner. You feel me?” There’s an edge in his drawl, as formidable and unyielding as the nearby cliff-face.

“Alright, I'll bring you some other things to try.” Indrid smiles, suddenly looking forward to a grocery run.

Duck, now in the water, looks over his shoulder, “Good boy.”

Indrid shivers even as heat blooms in his chest.

When sunset graces the beach, Indrid is busy setting out a half dozen take-out containers and many plastic boxes of cookies and fruit.

“Damn” Duck slides and wiggles his way onto the sand by the blanket, “you went all out.”

“You wanted a meal. I brought you one.”

“Sure did.” Duck sniffs the air, taps a carry-out bowl of soup, “what’s this?”

“Umm” Indrid peers at the label, “french onion soup.”

“Can I have it?”

“Of course.”

The merman downs the soup as fast as temperature allows, munches happily on the orange segments Indrid peels and samples the cookies.

“Ahhh” He flops his head into Indrid’s lap, “that hit the spot.”

The human nods, bottle of pineapple soda on his lips. He’s so happy and full.

Wait.

“Duck? Did you suggest this just so I would eat something?”

The face in his lap only looks a little chagrined, “Kinda. I been meanin to suggest this, and today seemed like the right time. And, uh, I know sometimes I have a hard time lookin after myself for me, but if someone else tells me to do it, or I have to do it as part of lookin after them, it’s easier. Thought that might be goin’ on with you. I, uh, I won’t do it again if you don’t want me to.”

“Nono” Indrid sets a hand in his hair, stroking it so Duck rubs his cheek against his thigh, “you’re right. It was easier to do the kind thing for myself when you told me to. Would, ah, would you be willing to do it again.”

Duck meets his eyes, gaze bubbling with something dark and alluring, “Sure thing, ‘Drid.”

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“Before you go, I wanted to give you this.” Indrid holds out the small camera. Duck, perched on a rock, takes it with a puzzled frown. He adds, “It’s waterproof. You mentioned you wish you could take pictures of the things you see in your home. I couldn’t think of a better time to give you than your trip.”

“Thanks, ‘Drid.” Duck leans forward, rubbing their cheeks together, “you remember your instructions?”

“Yes.” He whimpers when Duck pulls back.

“Good. Want you in good shape when I get home.” Duck’s voice returns to normal, “should be back in a week. I’ll see you then.”

Indrid waves goodbye, keeps waving well past the point where Duck could see him, even if he surfaced. Then he grabs the basket of fresh oysters and heads to the house to call Barclay.

The phone calls and dinners with one of his few friends in town are part of his agreement with Duck. The mer told him he couldn’t meet every night, so maybe Indrid should find other forms of company. He also helpfully supplies Indrid with fresh shellfish that he has no idea how to cook, but his friend the professional chef certainly does. This dovetails nicely with his promise to Duck to eat at least one full meal a day.

It’s not just the strange dynamic they’ve hit upon that’s improving his life; it’s Duck. The merman makes him feel so safe, like someone cares about the real him and not just the him that makes them money or feeds their morbid curiosity. Not to mention he’s even more handsome than Indrid first thought and he spends plenty of nights jerking off to the thought of a cool, strong tail between his legs.

He does well the first five days Duck is gone. Barclay and Dani come over for dinner, he paints and draws prolifically, and he even reads up on whether it’s feasible for him to adopt rats (“those are kinda like otters, right?” “close enough.”). Friday night his agent calls, excitedly reporting that it’ll soon be the fifth anniversary of the Plata River incident and the magazine is getting requests for a feature on it and Indrid will be perfect.

Indrid says he’ll think about it, hangs up, and opens the fridge. He promised Duck he’d only drink if it was with dinner or with friends. He grabs two wine coolers and heads into the living room.

The next day, he’s idly fiddling with the dating app he hasn’t touched since December when a new profile appears. Very good looking, close by, clearly just passing through town, and interested in Indrid. He invites him over, spends the next half hour getting ready, and even cleans the bedroom because well, that’s what he’d do for Duck, he should do it for anyone else he brings over.

Indrid opens the door at the second knock. The guy takes one look at him, shakes his head, and returns to his car.

Indrid downs the remaining wine coolers and goes down to the beach to sulk. He tucks his legs up, pressing his forehead to his knees, and rocks back and forth. He’s nearly sober when a voice drifts across the waves.

“‘Drid?”

He looks up, glasses slipping down his nose, “Duck? You’re, you’re back.”

“Yep. It was fast goin the last ten miles. Brought the camera back, think you gotta be the one to get the pictures off, but I can’t wait to show you all the cool shit we saw.”

“Me neither” He stands and instantly pitches forward, landing on his hands and knees in the shallow water.

“You been drinking?”

“Yes.”

“You and Barclay have a good time?” He’s giving him the benefit of the doubt, giving him an out, and Indrid decides that isn’t what he wants.

“I wasn't with Barclay. I got horrible news last night, and today I tried to get laid and got rejected, and I’m at the point in my life where I nearly called after the guy that he could keep his eyes shut and I’d just blow him so he wouldn’t need to look at or touch me. So yes, Duck, I’ve been drinking.”

Duck’s expression swims between concern and disappointment, then comes to rest on neutral steel, “That ain’t what we agreed.”

“I’m aware. But I don’t care, I don’t” he aims a splash at Duck, “it doesn’t matter, nothing matters, nothing will come of it, same as always.”

The merman cocks an eyebrow, “You really think that? You forgettin I said there’d be consequences if you broke the rules?”

“Oooh, I’m so scared.” Indrid splashes him again.

Duck smiles, reminding him that all his teeth end in points, “Didn’t say anythin about scarin you. You really wanna believe that nothing matters, you can head home. Or” he points to a nearby rock, “you go get on your hands and knees, facin the cliffs.”

Indrid crawls gracelessly to the designated spot. It’s dangerous to turn his back on the ocean, but a gentle voice in his mind reminds him over and over that Duck is here. Duck won’t let him get hurt.

There’s a splash as Duck pulls himself onto the rock. Then a whoosh of air and a sting in the right side of his ass. He yelps, startled, and looks behind him.

“If this ain’t okay, need you to say so now.” Duck’s eyes are wide and hungry, but his hands stay on the grey rock.

“It’s okay.” He can’t believe this is happening, can’t decide if he should tell Duck this is not remotely a punishment.

Another sharp grin, “Eyes front.”

Indrid’s barely obeyed when the next strike comes. Duck is strong and makes no attempt to hide it, hitting him hard enough that his knees jolt forward in the sand. The pain lights him up each time, forces the thing knotted in his chest up towards his throat.

When the blows stop he whimpers, pushing his ass back in hopes of more.

“Don’t worry, ‘Drid, I ain’t done with you by a long shot.” Cold fingers undo his fly, bring his pants and underwear down to his thighs. He’s expecting another hit, wiggles his ass in anticipation.

What he gets are teeth sinking into his skin.

“AH!GOD” He yells loud enough that his throat hurts.

Duck chuckles, “Holler all you want, we both know no one can hear what goes on on this beach, especially with all the wind.” He bites down again, Indrid thrashing and moaning as teeth sink into already reddened skin. Duck growls in reply, savaging the meat of his as and grazing his teeth along his thighs, dangerously close to his balls. He’s already getting hard, the process expedited by warm breath and lips on his body.

He moans embarrassingly loud when Duck shoves his ass apart.

“Damn, you really did get all prepped for that fella. Shame, he didn’t know what he was missin.” The plug hits the sand to his right.

“You, you don’t have to flatter meEEEoh, oh Duckohmygoodness.” His fingers dig into the sand as the merman teases his rim with a flexible tongue. There’s a muffled laugh, but Duck doesn’t respond beyond that, too busy threatening him with a good time as his tongue gives an experimental push.

Then it retreats and he turns his head left and right, delivering quick bites to either cheek before his tongue returns. He alternates between the delicious, teasing licks and painful bites, the shift never coming when Indrid expects and causing him to cry out every time. When the mer releases one side of his ass in order to slap his thighs while he continues licking, kissing, and nipping his way across bruised, sensitive skin, Indrid lets out a strangled sound, the thing in his chest now trapped at the back of his throat.

“You make such cute noises, but they ain’t the ones I’m lookin for. I ain’t stoppin until you apologize.”

Indrid opens his mouth, intending to say something about how this is the wrong way to make him do so.

“I, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please don’t be angry with me, don’t leave, don’t leave me here, I can’t, I, I don’t want to think about it, Duck please, I’m sorry, so sorry” he;s hunched forward, sobbing into the sand, when he realizes he’s fully clothed and Duck isn’t behind him.

“No” he squeaks, “no please don’t go.”

“I ain’t goin anywhere.” Duck slides up the sand next to him, pulls him into his arms, “I’m so sorry darlin, I didn’t mean to make you cry, I took it too far, I ain’t mad, not really” he eases Indrid’s glasses off and sets them out of harms way, “oh darlin, c’mere, it’s okay” salty kisses dot his forehead and green scales pet his legs.

“It’s, hic, it’s not your fault. I, I l-liked it, but this has, hic, been building up for months. Years.” He hides his face in Duck’s chest.

“Years?” Duck grabs Indrid’s sweater from where he cast it off, draping it over the human.

Indrid sniffs, “You know I’m a photographer. But I’ve never told you what I photograph. I, I made my name recording disasters and their aftermath. For a long time I took pride in it; someone has to document those things, so we can’t erase them, so we have to confront them and try to make things better, or try to keep such tragedy from reoccurring. I was so good at recording it I became famous. Wealthy. And I learned that most people like to gawk at horror and then go about their days. I, I tried branching out and...and I ended up with a disaster anyway. A bridge collapse, I chronicled everything from the instant it started to the funerals and it, it was too much. Ever since then I’ve felt trapped by my work. At times, by my life. My agent wants me to go back for the fifth anniversary, he told me so last night.”

“You ain’t goin, right?”

“I don’t think I can.”

Duck nods, rests his chin atop his head, “tell me what you wanna do instead.”

He does. He tells him about his other art, about the pitches for childrens books and the plans for a real vacation, about the life that, for the first time, feels in reach when he speaks about it. By the time he’s done the stars are out and he’s much calmer and clear-headed.

“Did you mean what you said earlier? That, that you thought I was attractive?”

“Every damn word.” Duck rolls them so Indrid is on his back, kisses his cheek, “thought so since that first night. But, uh” his gaze flicks down to Indrid’s crotch, “if you want more proof I’m happy to give it.”

“Please?”

“Get your pants off and lay on your sweater.”

Indrid complies, shivers when Duck guides his shirt up and off.

“Fuuuuck” the mer rubs his hands up and down his torso, “when it warms up, you’re gonna swim out with me so I can get my fill of this while you ride my dick.”

“Yes. Ah, I, I did prep, but it’s been long enough now that lubrication may be an issueOOOh, ooohyes.” He release into the sand as Duck grinds his tail against his cock. The scales feel as lovely now as they do when he pets them, and he wonders if Duck will let him get off by humping his tail one of these days.

“It won’t, trust me. Lemme just--there we go. Open your legs. Heh, eager little thing.”

“I’ve wanted this too long to play coy.”

“Good.”

“Eeep!” Something slick and squirming presses into his ass, “do, do you have tentacles?”

“Kinda? They’re just the tip, for this exact reason. It, uh, it feel okay?” Duck smiles reassuringly and that, combined with the genuine concern in his voice makes Indrid moans and nudge him closer.

“VeryOH, oohgracious” two more tentacles join the first, pulsing and scissoring him open, “how many are there?”

“About eight.”

He moans louder and Duck laughs, pushes his hips forward, “glad you like it, darlin’. Because from where I’m sittin your ass is fuckin amazin and I wanna be as deep in it as I can.”

“Yes, absolutely, pleaseAHHnnn” enough tentacles now that he can’t keep an accurate count, “please use it as you see fit.”

“As I see fit huh? That’s a tricky question. See, sometimes I wanna, fuck, wanna shove the whole thing in you at once and make you scream while I leave my mark on your neck.”

“AHHnnngod” A firmer shaft pushes in, ridges rubbing all the right places as the tentacles continue exploring him.

“Other times, think it’s better to tease you with the tip, maybe make you blow me first and jerk you off until you’re beggin for my dick.”

“Yes, yesyesyesyes”

“But tonight” Duck bottoms out with a groan, “I’m gonna take it nice and slow, show you just how fuckin wonderful you are. How much you mean to me. My Indrid.”

“Yours” Indrid twines his limbs around him, “god, Duck, it feels so good, you’re so good, you always look after me.”

“That I do. Because you deserve it. And” the tentacles find his prostate and he nearly howls as Duck continues, “you deserve to learn how t’be nice to yourself. And I, ahfuck, know that ain’t easy, but I’m gonna be here to help.”

“Yes, ohgod, yes, you’re, you’re so perfect, aaAAAhnI, I’m, close sweetheart, you fill me so well.”

“Damn right. Gonna, nnngh, gonna find every fuckin way to fill you, make you feel fuckin amazin, fuck, that’s it darlin, ohfuckyeah” as he starts spilling into him, Indrid cums with a shout, splattering their stomachs. Duck moans at the sight, wriggles his hips as his shaft continues rippling and pulsing. It turns out mer orgasms are long, so long that Indrid is whimpering from overstimulation by the time Duck pulls out.

A gentle, salt-soaked kiss to his lips, “Lookit you, took it all. You’re so good for me, darlin.”

“Mmmhmm” He doesn’t want to let go, cold, wind, and damp be damned. Duck seems to understand, holds him and whispers sweet promises in his ears until he’s shivering.

“‘Drid, your teeth are chatterin.”

“I kn-know, I s-should g-go home and w-warm up.”

Duck kisses him again, “sooner you go and rest, sooner we can do this again.”

“An excellent p-point.” He stands, blows a shaky kiss towards his future, “see you tomorrow.”

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anachronisims · 3 years

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New posts resume tomorrow, so refresh on all your favorite cave-dwellers’ plotlines in the ultimate tldr catch up post!

When the last snows melted and it was safe to travel again, six couples set off in search of a perfect place to found a settlement of their own. They could not believe their luck when they stepped over a the crest of a hillock and saw before them the lush, rich river valley upon which they would soon bestow the name “Meraki.”

After passing a large meadow with wild berries and evidence of recent animal activity, when the group found six caves at the foot of the next hillock, they knew this was their place. They spent the next few weeks chopping down trees, settling into their new cave homes, and working together to create some common amenities at the Fishin’ Hole. Then, their new lives began in earnest...

Tammuz: “Howdy, neighbor! How goes it today?”

Kimba: “Oh, you know, the usual. Working in the garden, trying to pull forth some food from this sparse and spotty terrain. We’re going to need to start thinking about storing food away for the winter if we’re all going to stay healthy and strong.”

Tammuz: “Huh. Yeah, I guess summer probably is ending any day now…”

Lehabim: “Yeah, I’ve got this whole five-year plan for expansion. We fill out the area here around the Fishin’ Hole with some huts, get ourselves out of these caves and everything, then start spreading out towards that meadow we passed when we came in? There will be plenty of space for the next generation and any newcomers we can attract. Which we will, because Pallu and Junia are going to spread our reputation as a strong, prosperous place to settle far and wide! It’s as easy as child’s play, when you think about it!”

Lehabim: “Hey, so, you’re trying to be like, a shaman now, right? Like, tell us all this mystical shit from up in the stars and whatnot?”

Noel: “Yeah, I mean, a little bit of what’s in the stars, a little bit of what’s in the trees, like that sacred bloodleaf tree there on the island in the middle of the Fishin’ Hole. There’s a lot of ideas out there about why this is all happening, where Meraki and the rest of the world came from and who moved mountains and dug rivers and why we walk and talk and do what we do all day long. I just love talking about this stuff, I could go on and on all day! ALL DAY!”

Lehabim: “If you do, you know, get in touch with the spirit world, you think you could ask them if they know how to make this bread stuff? That guy Pallu has been talking about it ever since we got here, it’s like he’s absolutely obsessed with bread. I think half the reason he’s trying to become a trader is so he has an excuse to run away from home and look for this mythical village where they supposedly make it. It’s supposed to be warm and filling and kind of soft but also solid enough to hold other food in it?”

Noel: “Oh my stars, that’s absolutely THE most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard!!” Lehabim: “I know, right?! But. Seriously, though, if you get in touch with the spirits, ask them for me. I’d love to beat Pallu to it… if, you know, it turns out it’s real.”

Nadii’ya: “Good morning, Kimba!” Kimba: “Hallooo, Nadii’ya! Sleep well?” Nadii’ya: “Honestly? I’ve been better. Maybe it was something I ate? I threw up this morning. Got any ideas?”

Kimba: “Oh, well, it definitely might have been something you ate, but that’s not the only explanation. You might have… you might be pregnant, new friend! The best medical science available today says that it happened because you WooHooed. You did WooHoo, right?”

Nadii’ya: “Uh, yeah, of course.”

Pallu: “Did Stachia tell you her idea about giving special medals for acts of val -”

Nadii’ya: “Let me stop you right there. The proper reward for someone who, say, slays a boar that has roamed into the village, is to let them keep the carcass. They risk getting gored to death to protect everyone, and then what? The village splits up the boar and hands the hero a shiny rock for their good deed? No way. The one who saves the village should be rewarded with the boar, they and their family should get to feast! Why is this so difficult to comprehend?”

Pallu: “Well, but, I mean, that’s what the boar-slayer signed up for. Protecting everyone, not feasting on a boar. When they do the job, why should not everyone share in the feast? Isn’t that how a community works?” Nadii’ya: “But I could have hypothetically died!!!!!”

Kimba: “I can see it both ways. On the one hand, you, as the warrior, are risking certain death for the benefit of the entire community, and as such, you feel like the reward should be equal to that risk. On the other hand, Death is all around us, all the time, and we pretty much are all subject to certain death with every step we take. We made a community to ease the burden of living with this knowledge, to share our many burdens and attempt to ward off Death as best we can. Life is short, and why should we not all share its bounties as fully and fairly as we share our burdens?”

Nadii’ya: “…Kimba, you’re not going to die from kissing a boo-boo. Some of us are sharing the burden of death a little more than others.”

Tammuz: “So, you’re a carpenter, eh? That means you work with… wood?”

Gandu: “That’s me, the wood master of Meraki! What can I do you for?” Junia: ::loud eyeroll::

Gandu: “So, you know my partner, Junia -” Junia: “Hi!” Gandu: “-she’s going to work on finding this village that makes this amazing drink out of wheat that makes you feel like the king of the world and makes everybody friendly. Isn’t she great?”

Rubati: “The reason we must light fires every single night is to protect us from dangerous animals, and also, from the spirits of dangerous animals, which can cause us even more harm! There’s a wolf-like beast with extra scary horns that likes to terrorize Sims at night and disturb their sleep, but it’s completely terrified of fire! Isn’t that great?”

Pallu: “I cannot wait until I know how to make bread, holy ogres. Mushrooms are just pretentious dirt.”

Stachia: “Can I just say, I’m so so so so glad we all found each other and became best friends? For months, the only Sim I had to talk to was Pallu, and, creator knows I love him, but he can be such a bore sometimes. Can you imagine? Endlessly traipsing through snow and forests, crossing rivers and mountains, and just ‘bread bread makeouts bread woohoo bread bread bread,’ constantly. At least now that we’ve established a home, he can leave and go look for it and I can have some peace and girl talk!”

Saphir: “Hey, love, guess what!”

Lehabim: “You want to make out with me?”

Saphir: “Well, yes, but also, Stachia asked me to be in the hunting party she’s putting together. We’re going to start making trips to the meadow and bring back loads of food for the whole village to share. Isn’t that a great idea?”

Lehabim: “Sure… kinda wish I’d had it, to be honest.”

Tobiah: “Hey!!! Hey everybody!! Look what I caught!!” Nadii’ya: “I curse this pole to the depths of this Fishin’ Hole for ever and all time, may it never see the light of day or feel the breath of a cool breeze or do anything but rot into nothingness in the mud and the muck amongst the fish it so thoroughly refused to catch.”

Lehabim: “Do you think I should make a pact with a demon to consolidate power?” Saphir: ::record scratch::

Tobiah: “Wait a second. Special wheat drink. Beer? Are you talking about beer?”

Pallu: “Are… ‘beer’? Are you saying you know how to make the special wheat drink?”

Tobiah: “I mean, more or less. We had wheat fields all around our homeland, and you basically just take some wheat and seal it in a jug with some water and let it sit for a while and then you have beer. It’s really not that complicated. Anyone can do it in their own cave. And the longer you forget about it, the better it ends up being! It’s kind of perfect for me, lol”

Pallu: “And this information has just been inside your head this whole time?”

Tobiah: “I suppose so.”

Pallu: “Did y’all make bread back there, too?”

Tobiah: “No, no no no.”

Tobiah:

Tobiah: “But we did hear rumors of a village that did. We were planning a raid on it right before Nadii’ya and I left, actually.”

Pallu: “Did… did you find out where it was?”

Tobiah: “Of course. I was a Raiding Party Commander back home. It’s actually not too far from here, now that I think about it. Want me to give you directions?”

Rubati: “WooHoo is weird, right? Like, so strange how we get in the bed and you put your censored bits with my censored bits! Is it weird, or is it just me?”

Noel: “So, like, WooHoo, amirite???”

Tobiah: “Everybody, look how pretty!”

Gandu: “Not really the most interesting thing going on at the Fishin’ Hole right now, bud…”

Tobiah: “I think it’s just a little bit rude of Saphir to proposition Noel right there in front Kimba. I mean she’s literally right there.”

Junia: “Why would that be rude? Noel and Kimba both know that their partnership isn’t based on exclusively WooHooing each other.”

Tobiah: “Sure, Nadii’ya and I feel the same way. But that still doesn’t mean I’d want to SEE it happening, right in front of me! Saphir’s not being brave, she’s being brazen!”

Junia: “Hold on, how is it all Saphir’s fault? It takes two to woo, boo. If Saphir’s being ‘brazen,’ Noel’s being just as bad.”

Tobiah: “Everyone expects it of Noel, but Saphir should know better!”

Junia: “Do you hear yourself? Of course we expect it of Noel - so does Kimba, you idiot! She knew he was a major horndog when she decided to partner with him! This is just the way things are!”

Kimba: “I heard you were talking about me? Don’t talk about what you don’t know about, Tobiah. I don’t need anyone else to defend me, and I DEFINITELY don’t need to be protected from Noel. So butt out.”

Tobiah: “All I did was - ”

Kimba: “Butt. Out.”

Tobiah: “Every time I see your face, it makes me angry all over again! Just stay away from me!”

Kimba: “Then why did you even come here?!”

Tobiah: “Because… because… to support… because… birthday… Noel… Gaia… UGHHH just leave me alone!”

Noel: “Everybody looking??”

Tobiah: “Stop! Standing! Next! To me!!!”

Tobiah: “Oh, Chipmunk, Dada’s sorry about tonight. I’m not proud that you saw me like that. When you’re older, maybe you’ll understand. Sometimes sims have so many emotions at the same time that they don’t realize what they’re doing or saying to other sims. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. Ms. Kimba is really a very good sim, but it makes me so confused and frustrated to think… you know what, I’ll tell you when you’re older. Just be nice to Ms. Kimba whenever you see her, okay?”

Linus: “Okay, Dada.”

Gandu: “Did you know the Creator made me attracted to all brown-haired Sims, and that’s like, half the village? Turns out I want to make out with just, like, everybody.” Rubati: “…Interesting… everybody? I never thought about kissing… everybody.”

Gandu: “Sometimes it can be hard to tell another Sim you want to kiss them, especially for a Sim as shy as you. Maybe it would help if you could feel like you weren’t really being yourself. Like, you’re from the Green Eyes lands. From what you’ve told me about it so far, you were raised not to kiss a lot of different Sims. So just pretend you are a Sim who isn’t from the Green Eyes lands.”

Rubati: “But… my eyes ARE green, Gandu.”

Tammuz: “I was having the most interesting dream, I was on a date - with you, of course - and I was - I mean, we were - running after a deer, and it kept darting this way and that, and then it reached a stream and I couldn’t make the jump across it but Ga- you could, and the deer was getting away and you were telling me to come on and jump over but I couldn’t, I just couldn’t make it over.”

Lehabim: “Saph, I’m really really sorry about before, I didn’t mean to make you think I want to rule this land with an iron fist - or any fist at all. I want this to be a place where Sims want to come and live their lives and I think I’m the one with the best ideas to make that happen, and I know with you by my side we’ll make it happen together, and I don’t ever want to do anything to hurt you or scare you.”

Kimba: “Have you tried summoning the dee- spirit with music? Noel is always talking about how powerful the magic of music is.”

A Voice on the Wind: ♫ Spirits, Spirits, in the trees ♫ please come out and talk to meee ♫ I have needs and you have powers ♫ If you help me I’ll give you flowers ♫ Spirits, Spirits in the trees ♫ let me indebt myself to theeeeee ♫

T̲̟͔͍͙̘͖ͣ̽͒h̩̣̱͋ͧ̈ͪͨͨ́̚i̩̜̗͔̖̮͎ͣ̃̂̆͊̀̆ͮ̀s̞̯͕͍̟͎̞̦̓̓͋̀̽̐͑ ̭̳̲̲̿ͧ͊̌ͮͨc̥͈̼̺̎̇͑ͨͬ̑o̗̲͕̘ͥͫu̲̝̩͊͆͊̔ͫ̓̌̀l̦̟̭̍͌͐d̙̑͊ ̮̟̠̼͊̈̊͊ͣ̓ͧ̀b̻̲̺̝͂̂ͥ̚ͅḛ̲̮̗ͦͥ̓̿ ͈̞̯̗̭̠̬ͬͩ̊̈́̍͌̿̄f̼̹͚̲̐ͧ̍̑̽ű̹͔͑ͭ̓n̫̰̣̈ͩ̽̐̾͆

Noel: “Everybody, I have to warn you to be on the lookout for ogres, or demons, or any other evil spirits of the forest… I don’t want to point any fingers - so I won’t tell you which person not sitting at this table tried to summon the supernatural today without help from me or Rubati… and so it probably wasn’t successful, of course. But. Just in case. Be on the lookout, and come get me immediately if you see anything out of the ordinary.”

Dan: “Lehabim of the Golden Eyes, the sound of my true name cannot be heard nor comprehended on this mortal plane. Suffice it to say that I am the one who can make all your dreams come true, so long as it pleases me to do so. Do you want riches? Unfathomable riches? I can make you so prosperous your mind would explode. Power? Dominion over this forest and all its minor creatures, dominion over your fellow sims, even unto Death itself? Speak it, and we shall see whether I want to make it so.”

Lehabim: “I mean, that all sounds really great, and I’d love to talk over my ideas for the village with you, but, seriously, what do I call you? It feels weird not having a way to address you.”

Dan: ::huff:: “Fine. You may call me Dan.”

Lehabim: “Dan, can I ask you something? Are there really ogres in the forest? It would be a huge help if we knew exactly what threats to be on the lookout for.”

Dan: “Ogres, elves, tomatoes, toh-mah-toes.”

Nadii’ya: “Do you ever wonder if you’ll be able to remember all the names of the new babies?” Tobiah: “Probably. Eventually. I mean, I really only need to know our kid’s name at first, right? I’m sure I’ll pick up the rest in time.” Nadii’ya: “…what if we have twins?” Tobiah: “Uhhhhhh. Then, uh oh, I suppose.”

Pallu: “So, which one is this, again?”

Stachia: “Darah. I think Darah. I think we decided if you always do everything for Darah, and I always do everything for Hasrah, then we’ll never get them confused.”

Pallu: “Right, right right right. Okay. Darah for Daddy and Hasrah for Mommy. Makes sense. We’ve got this, Stach. We each do a diaper, we each do a cuddle, we each put one down for a nap… they’ll be toddlers in no time.”

Tammuz: “Thanks for being here, Japhia. I didn’t even know how much I missed you.”

Nadii’ya: “Look at you! How did you fit inside me?! You look like a Linus. Your father missed the whole birth, so he doesn’t get a say. And I say, you look like a Linus. Hello, Linus, who’s the biggest baby to come out of the tiniest mommy? You are! Yes, you are!”

Noel: “Kimba! You’ve done it! You’ve birthed the most perfect bundle of perfection I’ve ever seen! Can I name her? Please, pretty please? I promise you’ll like what I pick!”

Kimba: “Ok, wha-”

Noel: “GAIA! The mother of the world!”

Kimba: “That’s a lot of pressure to put on one little baby, Noel. You sure?”

Noel: “Gaia! I can feel the Creator whispering it in my ear. Gaia, the first goddess. Gaia, the progenitor of the entire future. Gaia, the mother of all simulated life.“

Kimba; “Yeah, you’re right, that’s no pressure at all, love. I’m sure she’ll turn out just fine. Gaia it is, then.”

Saphir: “Tziviah, shhhhh shhh shhhh! Time for sleep, little doe! I’ll be right here next to you the whole time, and when the sun comes up, we’ll start your first day on this crazy plane of semi-existence! I have so many things I didn’t even know I wanted to teach you!”

Rubati: Literally WHAT have I gotten myself into??

#meraki tldr #back from hiatus

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ryttu3k · 3 years

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First Bloodlines run - here’s how it worked out!

Didn’t get to actually finish - thanks, cutscene glitch - but I got to the last scene and I at least watched the Anarch ending on Youtube XD;; While I really do want to do at least two more runs, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to; either way, I mostly enjoyed my first run a ton!

More detail below the cut - how Sierra turned out as protag, and her views on other characters. I’ll write a separate ‘thoughts on Bloodlines as a game and its characters’ later on, this is just for Sierra’s run specifically.

So, Sierra as a character! Usually super high humanity - most drops were due to glitches or completely accidental (glitch - had to kill Hospital Guy because it flat-out wouldn’t let him escape, danced it back. Accidental - shot one of the hostages at Hollowbrook, felt horrible for it). One non-accidental one was convincing Ash to switch clothes with a guy at the club; she hadn’t expected the hunters to kill first and ask questions later. Yeah, also felt guilty about it. Otherwise, I’m pretty happy to put her at 9 for Humanity - she tried to help everyone she could, aside from those actively trying to kill her.

Ended up a much brainier character than I was expecting, which, uh, is usually what happens with my characters tbh. Still fits her character! She’s not scholarly (was a college drop-out) and prefers actually doing things than sitting still, but she’s clever and curious. Combat was usually almost always melee, because vampires with katanas are cool. High persuasion, she’s good at defusing a situation when fighting isn’t warranted.

Most-used discipline ended up being Animalism. Never did max out Protean :( Did use it a ton in dark areas, but mostly for night vision.

Sidequests - got a lot done. Failed three - Spiritual Release (sorry, ghosts :( ), You Only Die Once A Night (actually, I started this then died with 30 seconds to go, reset, and refused to start it again XD), and Dirty Dishes.

Missed or outright avoided Drug Trip, Trick or Treatment (Heather - the whole storyline with her bugs me), Daydream Believer (Copper is sweet, dammit, don't be mean!!), Replanting a Lily (never went back to the clinic after saving Lily), Traffik, And Her Name Was Venus/Venucide, Pimpin' for Romero, A Dish Best Served Cold (alas, you can’t convince the reviewer to give it a ragingly good review just to piss off SparklingWater XD), Model Citizen/Cover Girl, Poster Session, and all the Chinatown ones (I would have done Gone Fishin' if I had found it, refused Eye Gouge Hell, didn't encounter the others).

Character interactions - ended up ride-or-die Anarch. Part of that was that her literal first impressions were of Nines saving her life and Jack guiding her through how to survive a terrifying, bewildering situation, a lot of it was that she did start out as an activist in the first place, so falling in with the Anarchs was a natural continuation of that. Adores and looks up to Nines, felt horrifically guilty at the blood hunt, and was devastated when she thought he had died at Griffith Park. She was a mess after that (also a good part to do with rotschreck and spending a good five minutes or so trying really hard not to frenzy in terror), and it was only because of Jack that she didn’t fall apart completely. Jack is like the favourite weird uncle - she doesn’t know his involvement in the whole plot and I think wouldn’t quite understand why he set it in motion, but she really likes the impression he shows. Adores Damsel, and she’s not sure what to do with Skelter’s belief in the more religious aspects of stuff but likes him a lot too.

Aside from Nines, the other character she adores the most is Beckett! Her first words to him were literally, “Holy shit how did you do that that’s so cool can you teach me to do that?!”, she finds his adventures and knowledge absolutely fascinating, and she definitely started looking up archeological and anthropological stuff both for her own curiosity and to impress him XD

Other positive relationships - Jeanette is a bit complicated because of the whole Slashterpiece and pendant thing, but damn, at least she didn’t try to kill her like Therese did; while she wanted to reconcile the sisters, she was kind of relieved when Jeanette was the one who survived. Just found her more approachable and welcoming. Also definitely got drawn in by VV. She’s weak for pretty girls XD Got on great with Merc (despite the whole... Cammy thing), Knox, the Thinblood kids (who she hung out with a bunch while still in Santa Monica), Trip, Mitnick, and Ash (who she will fight people to protect). Chunk is a precious being who must be protected at all costs; at the Tower, she advised him that LaCroix was no good and he deserved better.

Complicated situations - initially did think Strauss was okay but her views on him soured fast when she learned about gargoyles. Isaac is mostly fine but they don’t have a lot of common ground, given her preferred genre is ‘loud action movies’ XD She can see why VV looks up to him, though, and felt quite sad about everything with Ash in general. Pisha scared her but she tried really hard not to judge, basically? I mean, predators gotta eat too... The cab driver bothers her for reasons she can’t articulate. Very odd man, that one. When she learned why the Southland Slasher was doing what he was doing, she felt sorry for him, and encouraged him to join the Anarchs for direction and a more positive outlet for his emotions.

Antagonists - mostly didn’t take pleasure in killing them, but she definitely felt pretty satisfied stabbing LaCroix >.> Will have nightmares for the rest of her unlife about Andrei’s house and the sanctum at Hollowbrook, the Mandarin’s tests, and the expression on Ash’s face when he talked about how much the Society of Leopold enjoyed torturing him. Gimble freaked her the hell out. And if she ever catches Vandal Cleaver alone, she’s going to flat-out kill him if she gets the opportunity.

For the future, I’ve been trying to work out how she and Lettow supposedly know each other (he mentions the fledgling as ‘a friend of mine’), given their opposing political views. I’m thinking their common ground would be that they’re both Gangrel; I can see them meeting by chance at some point, and Sierra requesting tutoring in Protean forms, which Lettow is pretty damn good at (she might be higher generation, 8th to his 9th, but he’s a lot older and more experienced).

Beyond that, info on her and her coterie can be found here! Yes, she fully appreciates the irony of dating a Garou, haha.

#ry plays bloodlines #oc: sierra #vampire the masquerade #vtm bloodlines #vtmb

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ramblesanddragons · 4 years

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The Adventures of A Small Stanley Pines!

I “blame” @artsymeeshee for this.

AO3 link!

Words: 1301 words of chibi cuteness

Things had been going so well. There was a system in place. In exchange for some human sweets the pixies let Ford observe and even ask questions. The Pines twins were two days into this little arrangement having found this small colony of creatures in a cave system close to the port. Stan spent the time fishing out of the mouth of the cave while Ford worked. It was pleasant enough. Until...

There was an audible crackle of magic from behind Ford. When he turned, he was faced with a cloud of magical dust quickly being blown away by the sea winds. He turned back to ask their pixie hosts what happened but they had disappeared. So had Stan.

“Stan!” Ford called and coughed as the dust cleared. He ran to the mouth of the cave and his heart picked up pace. What had they done to his brother?

“Stan, where are you?” Ford was about ready to march his way deeper into the cave a demand his brother back when he heard a small moan.

“Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

“Stanley?”

“What just happened?” A small, slightly high pitched voice asked.

Ford lowered his gaze to the floor of the cave. There sprawled on the floor was Stanley. He was tiny, about the size of Ford’s boot.

“Oh no....”

“Ford?” Stan opened his eyes and sat up, “Holy hell what happened to you? You’re huge.”

Ford’s brain processed many things at that moment. The first and most important was that his brother was basically okay. He would need further examination of course but there were no obvious injuries. The second thing he was able to process was this his twin brother was currently adorable. The third thing was that he probably shouldn’t laugh at his brother’s predicament but it was damn hard not to .

“I’m....” A small fit of laughter escaped Ford’s mouth without his permission, “I’m fine Stan. It’s you that’s changed I’m afraid.” Ford bent down and kneeled on the rocky floor to be closer to his brother whose eyes opened wide with understanding.

“Oh hell no! Get those sparkly jerks back her I am not going around like this!”

“It would help if you told me what happened.”

“I was just fishin’ like I have been and I bumped into one of them by mistake when I slipped on the wet floor. I apologized but apparently saying ‘Oh I’m sorry you’re so small I didn’t see you there’ pissed them off!” Stan’s face grew red with a mix of frustration and embarrassment.

“They are known for being overly temperamental. I’m sorry Stan.”

“S’not your fault but come on we got to find them so I can kick their tiny asses for this.” Stan started marching deeper into the cave. After a moment Ford followed keeping a very slow pace behind.

“Stan...”

“You just walk like normal I’ll catch up.”

“But I could carry you?”

“NO!”

“Alright as you wish.” Ford walked ahead at his normal pace for a moment but kept a careful ear out for Stan. He lit his flash light then paused to look deeper into the cave and give Stan a chance to catch up. Stan caught up a full minute later and was panting hard. Ford knew a smug smile was creeping onto his face but he couldn’t help it.

“You could ride on my shoulder?”

“Fine.” He let out a tiny wheeze that sounded like a kitten. “But if ya tell anyone about this...” he couldn’t finish as another wheeze came out of him.

Ford laid out his hand for Stan to climb onto and then he placed his twin on his shoulder. He was light and it was like he was barely there.

“Alright let’s go and wipe that grin off your mug.”

“I can’t help it Stanly, you’re adorable. Wait until Mabel and Dipper hear about this.”

“Over my dead body!”

Ford chuckled as they traversed deeper into the cave to find the source of Stan’s smallness.

It took some time and the discovery of a secret passage but they finally found the main nest for the creatures. Small lights buzzed in a cave that reflected in the water below. It was quite a sight. As the humans made their way deeper into the cave large swarms of the creatures gathered to whisper and watch. Ford cleared his throat.

“We mean no harm.”

“I mean some harm,” Stan whispered. Ford shook his shoulder to quiet him.

“My brother may have accidentally offended on of your people. I wish to know of a way to seek reconciliation.”

A larger light floated up to his face. Within it a pixie with a crown appeared. Ford offered a respectful bow and had to catch Stanley as he toppled from his shoulder. Stan grumbled a full list of curses.

“The one called Stanley hurt and insulted one of our own. His punishment is light if you ask me.” The pixie queen said in a squeaky voice.

“Look lady it was an accident. I said I was sorry!” Stan said.

“I still decree that your punishment stays!”

“Your majesty I’m afraid I can’t just let my brother stay like this even if he is adorable. I’m asking nicely that you return him to his normal state.” Ford said with his voice low. This was amusing sure but he wasn’t going to let his twin spend the rest of his life like this. Ford would get him back to normal one way or another.

“How dare!” The queen raised her hand and a puff of dust appeared. Ford coughed for a moment and then waved the magic away, still the same size as he was. It seemed some of those old magic warding tattoos still came in handy.

“As I was saying...” Ford was pleased that the queen looked a bit nervous now.

“Fine you needed not to worry anyway. There’s no way to reverse it but the magic will wear off by this time tomorrow!’

“Very well but if he doesn’t and you’re lying I will be back.”

“Not ‘very well’ I’m going to be like this for a whole day!” Stan shouted as Ford backed out of the cave. Stan was still ranting as Ford carried him back out to the entrance.

“Stanley if they’re lying, I have a few ways of dealing with them but I would rather not resort to that. You can deal with this for a day.”

“You can say that you’re not the small fry!”

Stan was still fuming as they got closer to town. Ford paused before they reached the edge. It was only four in the afternoon; people would still be out and about.

“I don’t believe it’s wise for the people around here to see you like this.”

“No shit.” Stan rolled his eyes.

“I believe the best thing to do is hide you until we reach the ship.” Ford proceed to tuck Stan into his jacket. Stan didn’t resist but grumbled the whole time.

“I hate this. This is dumb.”

Ford made his way through town somewhat awkwardly. Thankfully no one was really paying him any mind and Stan had finally stopped griping. By the time he reached the Stan of War he could hear faint snoring coming from his jacket. Ford grinned wide as he opened it to see his small twin snoozing away peacefully. He had to be tired from being shrunk, magic could take a toll on the body. Gently taking his jacket off Ford wrapped Stan in it and pulled a shoe box out of the closet as Stan would get swallowed whole by the blankets on his bed. Putting his brother gently on the table in his makeshift bed Ford got to work taking notes. Not before snapping a quick picture, just in case.

#Gravity Falls #chibi stan #my writing #gravity falls fanfiction

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paperficwriter · 4 years

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I Told You That I Love You, Please Believe Me

I’M REALLY SORRY, OKAY.

(Some spoilers for the manga, but an alternate take) Ippo has started showing the signs of being punch drunk. He might be able to come back from it, but he can't do it alone. Luckily, Sendo has never planned on making Ippo do anything alone, if he has any say in the matter.

Cut is for length, not for content. Some reference to sex, but SFW.

Hey, I’m Sendo. Uh, Sendo Takeshi. I ain’t from around here, I’m a pro boxer in Osaka. But, uh, I’ve been here for a while now, so I’m pretty sure I’m allowed to be in this group, right?

Okay. Okay, good.

I’ve been, um...I’ve been here takin’ care of my boyfriend, Ippo. Aw, shit, fuck, am I allowed to tell you his name? Is this supposed to be one of the anonymous things? Shit.

...no? Okay. Phew. Alright, that’s good.

Anyway.

So like I said, been here for a while. I was supposed to be jumpin’ into my first bout of the season, and the night before I get a call from his ma. ‘It’s about Ippo.’ And my heart sank so hard. In those three seconds, I thought, this is it, this is the call, there was an accident or someone hit him the wrong way, he’s paralyzed, I lost him, what the fuck am I supposed to do now.

But then she starts talkin’ about therapy and meds. And she’s goin’ on about he ain’t doin’ so well with it, and they basically told him he ain’t allowed to come back to the gym without a note from the doctor. But he still keeps tryin,’ and the last time that piece of shit Takamura hit him. Not, like, on purpose I guess but the guy’s an asshole, so. There ya go.

And she goes, ‘I don’t want you to feel like you have to come, but I don’t know what to do with him. He’s so upset and mad, and the meds help but sometimes he won’t take them.’ She’s cryin’ her damn eyes out, and I stay on the phone with her for two, three hours. I’m supposed to get at least eight or nine hours before a match, but...well...that wasn’t happenin.’

And not only that, but...I stayed up longer, thinkin’ over all of it. I was like, what would that be like for me, huh? What if someone told me I couldn’t even train, let alone fight, and all I had was a bunch o’ punch-drunk fuckin’ energy to kill and nowhere to put it, and I just…

God, Coach was pissed. He was all, “Think about what you’re doing, Sendo! Do you think Makunouchi would want this? He’d want you to keep fighting and doing what you do!”

I just...went off. And I feel bad, ‘cause we haven’t really talked since, and I know it’s probably ‘cause he had to find someone else to fill my spot, or do all the paperwork, but I’m not stupid. I screamed at him. Told him, “This ain’t about what Makunouchi thinks! It’s about what I think! If I leave him all alone to deal with this by himself, I’m a fuckin’ piece of shit, and I don’t deserve him.”

And I left. Packed as much as I could, since I didn’t know when I’d be back, took the first flight, and the train, and I was there the next day.

You would think I was the Buddha himself, the way Ma Makunouchi looked at me when I got there. Hell, she already had a room set up for me where they normally kept fishin’ gear. I wasn’t gonna say that I would probably be in Ippo’s room a lot, but…

I asked where he was and she said he was sleepin,’ ‘cause he did sleep an awful lot when he took one particular med. I probably got everything unpacked before she went out grocery shoppin’ and I finally let myself into his room. I laid down next to his futon, and he didn’t even stir. It was crazy. I had probably been there five hours, and I wasn’t bein’ loud on purpose but I ain’t good at bein’ quiet.

Finally he wakes up, and he blinks at me, and holy shit, he just launches himself at me. He does that sweet goofy squeal of his, all, “Sendo-saaaaaan!” and he’s huggin’ and kissin’ me and I’m like...this is my boy, ya know? This is Ippo, he hasn’t changed, this is gonna be fine.

...fuck, man. It was...just...it got hard, okay?

Because the next morning, maybe two days after that, he gets up, gets his sweats on and all, and I think… okay, maybe he’s going for a run. But then he looks at me, big and bright and smiling. “You’re going to help me get back into the gym, right?”

I got all queasy. Not good. I tried to kind of laugh. “What? Nah. Ippo, ya can’t go back to the gym yet...I can’t give ya a doctor’s note, ya know?”

And he got...really mad. Like, madder than I ever seen him. He starts stormin’ around, even knocks over this stack of magazine. “I thought you wanted to help me!”

I’m all, “‘Course I do. Babe, I’m here, it’s gonna be okay.”

“What are you going to do, then? Just sit inside here and babysit me when my mom’s not around. Is that why she called you?”

I...I fuckin’ blanked out. What was I supposed to say to that? I tried to give him a hug, but he shoved me and stormed off. Down to the beach. And I sat there and stared at him, because he just went down there and sat, and I didn’t know what to do. I felt so damn powerless. And I don’t...I’m...I’m not used to feeling like that.

He came back a bit later, and honestly it was worse, because I was watchin’ TV, trying not to think, and he busts in sobbing. And he wraps his arms around me, and he’s cryin,’ and he’s beggin’ me not to leave, that he’s sorry, that he doesn’t know what happened. And I tell him, “I ain’t leavin,’ okay? Don’t cry, Ippo. S’okay. I know it ain’t your fault.”

He takes the meds and goes back to sleep for, like, hours and hours. I just sat there with him. Think I read five books, and I ain’t exactly a readin’ type.

That next week, we did some other stuff, and it was good, ya know? We did couple-y shit. Went out to movies and had some food. We did all this touristy shit that Ippo had never actually done, ‘cause with his ma always workin’ and whatnot, and not havin’ his dad there, all he did was school before boxin.’

We, uh...listen, we’re all adults here, so I think I can tell ya that we tried to be...ya know...intimate, yeah? But the meds...fuck, he got so upset because he couldn’t really...um...we just couldn’t do it like we used to, ya know? And I remember this one night, he looked up at me all pouty - I felt so bad, because I knew he was upset, but he was fuckin’ adorable - and went, “Is it okay? Do you not want to be with me anymore? If I can’t do it with you?”

I gave him the biggest hug, and we just stayed there like that in the futon, with me strokin’ his hair and rubbin’ his back. Kissin’ him. Holdin’ him. Tellin’ him how I didn’t care about that shit, that it was fine, that it would get better and that we could try as much as he wanted, and we’d have all the other stuff, and I think I told him a hundred times that it didn’t matter to me.

Heh...then he really gave me a punch when I told him that his ma would probably be relieved we were keepin’ our hands to ourselves.

So.

They kept changin’ his meds. They’d get him into different therapies, and there were all these pills and brain scans and shit. And they said it was helping, that he was getting better, overall, but that it would still be a long road.

He continued askin,’ every time, to every person who would see him, “Can I box again?”

And they tell him not yet. Every time, and he’s just. A mess. Goes home to the beach and cries and I’d sit by him, and I’d tell him I was there, and he’d just...look at me. And I could tell he wasn’t sayin’ it, except with his eyes, that it wasn’t enough, that there was nothin’ I could do.

There was one pill they gave him that got him real fuzzy, and I...that was the worst, I think. Other than what came later.

He was in this fog, and shaky, and I found him outside staring at the leaves as they were falling. He was trying to catch them. Nothin’ crazy, just...reachin’ out for them, and he’d overshoot, or he’d come up short. And I come out there and I ask him, “Whatcha doin,’ Ippo?”

And he looks at me. Looks at me like he doesn’t quite know it’s me, and I can’t tell ya how I nearly fell over when he said, “Oh, Sendo...I...I thought if I...caught enough, they might tell me I could come back.”

I went out drinking that night. Alone. After he was asleep, and his mom was asleep, I just. Went down to this bar I knew was open and I started drinking. And I started doing that a couple of nights a week. And then it became most nights a week.

He caught me, though. Once. And once was enough, because he thought I was… thought I was seein’ someone, and he was so...him about it. “I get it! We’re young, right? It makes sense! You just do what you need to. I love you, Sendo.”

It hurt so fucking bad, because he kept sayin’ it. Sendo. Sendo. He never called me Takeshi anymore, and it killed me.

“There ain’t nobody else,” I tell him, shaking him a little, because I was still tipsy. “There ain’t never gonna be nobody else but you, hear me?”

He goes, “You don’t have to tell me…”

I yelled at him and said there was nothin’ to tell, and I said I was at the bar, and that...I wonder if that was worse. He got real quiet, and I felt like such a shithead, like I was wasting this one fucking lucid moment. And he said, so damn sad, so defeated. “Because of me.”

I...don’t really remember how the rest of that night went. The conversation kinda died. But I did stop goin’ to the bar mostly. Which was rough at first. I was sick.

And then there was the night of the storm. I just...I remember everythin’ about that night. It had been cool all day, and we could see the clouds roll in by the evening. His ma made Ippo’s favorites, because whenever he asked for ‘em, she did. He seemed real, real good. We were talkin.’ It was nice.

We went to bed early. He was tired, and after dinner he had gotten kinda low on mental energy too. We fell asleep together, and after a little bit, the storm hit. Usually I can sleep right through that shit, but that night...I woke up. I’m fucking glad because I always feel like I’m gonna throw up when I think, what if I didn’t?

Ippo was gone. I look all around the house, everywhere. I don’t wake up his ma yet. Don’t wanna panic her.

But I get outside, and I just make him out, since the big light stays on outside.

He’s on the boat.

He’s standin’ there, swayin.’ Hell, he looks half-asleep himself, and he’s goin’ through all these motions: liftin’ anchor, headin’ to the ropes, and the whole boat is rockin.’ And I call out to him, and he looks up at me.

And I see him fall.

I know...what happened, after that, in a general sense. But at the time, it was like I was seein’ it all from a camera on the back of my head. I ran and jumped over the side, into the water. I feel it pulling me, and I fight it, choking. And somehow, Ippo is floating, and I grab his shirt, and I start swimming. As hard as I can, rain pourin’ down into my eyes with the seawater, and eventually there’s just...it gets more shallow, and I’m crawlin’ on all fours onto the beach.

The only reason I can see him is because of the lightning. It’s so wild, and real, and he’s blinking up at me, right before I hurl an entire fuckin’ ocean amount of saltwater. And I yell, I’m like, “What were ya thinkin’?! What were ya gonna do, huh? Were ya gonna just go?!”

“I...I don’t know. I don’t…” His face gets all screwed up and he’s crying. “I don’t know...I don’t remember…”

We don’t get up and go until the storm stops, and we track in all this mud and sand. I remember bein’ at such a loss over everything that that makes me feel the guiltiest. That we’re messin’ up his ma’s place.

I get him in the shower...we’re in the shower together...and he says to me, and it ain’t the first time, but it is different, he says, “I really...I really need your help, Takeshi.”

And I hold him so tight, and I tell him I ain’t goin’ nowhere. Not now. Not ever.

...and that was last week, so…

I guess that’s how I’m doing.

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Six months later:

“How was group?”

He’s waiting outside with a bag of the candy Sendo likes. He smiles his dopey Makunouchi smile, and Sendo kisses him before he answers, “It was all right. How was therapy?”

“It was good. I like this new one. She listens, and she’s given me a few new things to do without messing with my medication. And they said I could start running again, along with the thirty minutes a day.”

“Hey! That’s great, babe.” He picks up his hand and kisses that too. He nuzzles the ring on his finger, rubs his palm. “We can get back into it tomorrow, if ya want?”

He smiles. “Yeah. Yeah, I do. It’s been a while. And I thought maybe we could see if the guys want to do karaoke?”

“Oh god.” Sendo groans, taking one of the candies out. “They’re just gonna wanna do that one obnoxious song over and over…” He eats it, and then fishes out another and feeds it to him. He blushes. God, he’s cute.

“But that’s okay, right?” He rubs up against his side until Sendo puts an arm around him. “You don’t mind?”

Sendo buries his face into the top of his head, nodding, breathing him in. “Nah. Don’t mind at all.”

#my paperfics #hajime no ippo #ipposendo #ipposendou #makunouchi ippo #sendo takeshi #sendou takeshi #angst #so much angst #mental instability #mental health triggers

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norafike · 3 years

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Despite All This, I Still Love you 8

Lem quickened his pace to catch up with Nora, not willing to remain behind with the quivering Kieran and that warning glare Arthur held towards him. "Remind me again why we're doin' this?"

"Fishing?" She turned to look over at Lem who only stared blankly forward. "It's a nice break from all the workin' and I thought you wouldn't mind a day to jus' relax."

"Aunt Maggie won't be too thrilled if we're lazing about, mind and besides you k-know I ain't so keen on fishin'." He spared a glance over his shoulder, looking at how tense and stiff Kieran was as he walked behind them. Nora abruptly came to a halt which caught the group off guard, she turned towards Arthur and Kieran and waved them closer. "You two go ahead an' find a good spot." They nodded at her instructions and left the pair alone.

When gone, Nora took Lem's hand gently and pulled him from the path and over to a rock near to sit on. "One, Aunt Maggie wouldn't mind you havin' a break every once in a while and two, you don't gotta fish or stay.. I ain't gonna force ya."

"I'll stay but I won't fish." She chuckled slightly and placed her palm against his cheek. "You an' I can sit on the beach then."

"Sure."

...

She found the men a little bit away from Clemens Point, already preparing the equipment they brought for their little trip. Kieran had been the one to spot her as she approached and to be kind he gave both her and Lem a gentle wave.

"Nice spot you found here." She complimented and subtly Kieran had turned a darker shade of pink.

"It was more Kieran than me." Arthur pointed towards the male as he said this and Nora turned towards Duffy after being told so. "Well, it is a lovely spot."

To prevent himself from becoming more flustered, Kieran had to move further away from the group than he would like. At first Arthur opened his mouth to shout at the "O'Driscoll" but when he noticed the pink tint to his cheek and the more-than-usual nervey expression, he had realised that Kieran needed to move away from them so he wouldn't embarrass himself. He was definitely going to tease him about this in the future.

Nora sat crossed legged on the grass behind where as Lem sat in front, using his knee to rest his arm. "You two ain't fishin'?" Arthur asked them, when he noticed them sitting by.

Nora raised a hand and shook her head. "I'm poor at it and Lem ain't necessarily a big fisherman neither."

Kieran turned around with a subtle frown, extending hid hand forward even though she was too far to take it. "Come on, why don't you join in for a bit?" He called but she refused.

"I can show you some of my tricks."

Arthur heard his comment and quickly looked over with a warning look in his eye. "These tricks better be appropriate now, Kieran." And at this the man's face had turned a dark red and Nora bursted out into a hearty-laugh from it.

"I-It's not like that, Mister." He tried to defend but realised that the man had only been teasing when he too, broke out into a laugh.

Kieran abruptly looked away to hide the shame and focused entire on his fishing instead of Nora and the other's. "It ain't right." He muttered under his breathe but the other's didn't hear him anyway.

Nora stood between the two men, her hands on her hips as she inspected the calm waters and from across the way she noticed Mary-Beth standing with a coffee in hand, waving gently at them which she reciprocated with a bright smile.

Nothing much had been said amongst them, but there was no awkward silence amongst them rather, it was a nice feeling as they enjoyed their fishing.

"What in the." Kieran commented and both she and Lem looked over at him as his eyes inspected the waters. "That fellers as naked as a jay bird."

Her eyes landed on the person he spoke about once he swam near enough to be seen. "Oh my." She mumbled, turning away whereas Arthur had said "Is this why you like this spot?"

His comment went unheard however, and even then Lem had risen to see what the fuss was about only to be shocked at what he saw. Arthur called out to the naked man as he neared the line and so he stopped to talk with the group, much to their dismay.

"You know, there's this real impressive bluegill over that way!" The man extended his arms outwards to demonstrate it's size but ended up going under the water, Nora took a step forward out of habit and the man quickly resurfaced, everything a little too much on show. "Alright thank you, feller." The man swam away after Arthur's thanks and all excited, Kieran got ready to move over to that new spot recommended.

"I know where that is!" The man cheered. "Come on, we'll check it out now."

Just as excited as he was, Nora eagerly mounted her horse to follow behind the man as he led the group through more trees and to another beach for them to fish on. They looked over at the water for a moment and to their surprise saw an extraordinary bluegill break the surface, significantly larger than most other bluegills.

Kieran looked bewildered at the fish and his joy grew at the idea of catching such a beast. "Let's go f-fish from the beach there."

"If you say so."

"I'd recommend using a lure for this, bread an' cheese won't do but we may get lucky.. who knows."

Nora had stood more so next to Kieran on the beach rather than anybody else while he fished. Arthur looked on over at the two and gently smiled at how much Kieran had relaxed while they were out. Sure he had still displayed being nervous and tried avoiding eye contact at all times, but he was a lot less tense while out here and more happy with Nora by his side.

Arthur would say allowed that he didn't trust the "O'Driscoll" and yet here he was, enjoying himself with the man he claimed to dislike. Awkwardly, he cleared his throat and turned towards Kieran while he looked with bright eyes towards the waters. "Who taught you how to fish anyway?"

"My Pappy, mostly." The man answered. "But he died when I was real young."

Nora frowned at this and noticed the sadness cloud behind the smile. She gently gave him a pat on the shoulder. "My mammy died too, cholera, nasty business."

"Your mammy?"

"Like I said, I was young."

Nora looked forward, inspecting the ripples in the water as the fish came to feed and the insects landed on it. "I lost my parents when I was.. fifteen maybe?" She quickly sighed. "My father was a drunk, always so angry. One day he and my mam went out an' never came back."

"I still had Aunt Marge. She looked after my two brother's and I until I turned eighteen and then I raised them from there." The men remained silent as she told her story, just as they had done for when Kieran told his.

"Somewhere I did something wrong because my brother's are.. well, they ain't great people."

"How d'you mean?" Kieran asked.

"Well, they love to tease Lem over nothin' and other things."

"S'pose that's m-most people. They'd get along wonderfully with the guys at camp."

Arthur looked over with a scowl. "Watch what you say, boy."

"Sorry." Kieran issued but it went ignored when Arthur began focusing on the fish he had hooked. It was a struggle to reel him in, undoubtedly a struggler and hoping it too be the bluegill the group had gathered around Arthur to spectate.

They stood and stared aimlessly at the water, waiting for the creature to be reeled in and eventually it had. Arthur wasted no time in bringing him back to shore, unhooking him and raising him up to inspect such a magnificent fish.

"Holy shit you actually caught it!" Duffy cheered, admiring the creature from his place. Arthur chuckled and wrapped the fish in a cloth to keep in his satchel, ready to take it back to camp for provisions. "I did."

Nora clapped slowly as she gathered the fishing rods for them to all put away, sending congratulations to the man over his excellent catch. "Time to head on back now, boy's." She said, slipping their fishing rods in the respective saddlebags. "We should go out fishin' again sometime, or maybe just go out and do somethin' fun."

Arthur agreed with this, taking the reins of his horse to lead him back to camp. "We should, I'll see you pair around but for now I gotta make sure the other's all know that I kept the O'Driscoll alive."

"I ain't an O'Driscoll." Kieran sighed.

Nora waved them off as they rode away, before turning back to Lem who had taken to idly stare at the calm waters.

...

She rolled onto her side, his back facing towards her and gently she reached forward to poke his arm. "Lem?" She whispered, afraid to wake any of the other people who slept nearby as well as disturb him just in case he had been asleep.

He turned over, looking at her through tired eyes and she wondered if she had woke him. "Did I bother you?"

He shook his head. "Couldn't sleep."

"Me neither." She turned to lie on her back, facing the stars up above.

"E-Everythin' okay?"

"Not particularly, Lemuel." She chuckled. "Another nightmare?" And gently she nodded.

"Come here." He beckoned, holding his arm up for her to roll into him. She shuffled closer and rolled over to stare directly into his eyes, feeling drastically safer once she found herself closer with the male. "Go to sleep. I'm r-right here with you."

"Only of you sleep too." She whispered, the exhaustion already washing over. He hummed his agreement as he gently ran his fingers through her hair. "I will."

"Thank you."

#rdr2 #lem fike #lemuel fike #maggie fike #arthur morgan #kieran duffy #nora morgan #rdr2 fanfic #rdo lem fike #just some nora and kieran becoming friends #trust me his importance is relevant for later #this is where the fanfic sort of starts to break away from canon #although technically that already happened with nora #lemuel fike x original character

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simonxriley · 4 years

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Deputy Maci Dalton x Sharky Boshaw

A fan whirred in the corner of a small room with a plain bed; a bed which contained two figures under the sheets. Deputy Maci Dalton and her lover Sharky Boshaw were in haphazard positions, a leg flung out in the open here and an arm tossed over the edge of the bed there. Maci’s eyes fluttered open, bleary from sleep as she brushed chestnut hair from her face and glanced at her companion who was still soundly asleep. His strong features so lax in his slumber, the deputy couldn’t help but smile while tracing a finger down his jawline. His nose scrunched up and he shook his head lightly. “That tickles…” He murmured, eyes staying shut. “Sorry, you’re too handsome to resist.” She replied and her finger trailed lower to his collarbone, tracing the raised sections with a feather touch. A deep chuckle rose from him and his eyes opened slowly, “Right back at you… minus the handsome part.”

The deputy swiftly climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. “What if I wanna be handsome too?” She asked and leaned over him, her hair creating a curtain on either side of them. “Then you can be handsome.” Sharky rose up to meet her lips unexpectedly, his hands tangling easily in her hair as they share a soft embrace. When they parted, their features were both spread wide in sleepy grins.

Soon, the pair were both standing and throwing on something to wear to prepare for another day in Hope County. “So, what’s the agenda today?” Sharky asked while tugging a pair of blue jeans over his cartoon print boxers.

“I’m gonna ask Mary May if she’s heard anything on her end, but other than that I don’t have anything I have to do.”

“Well, maybe you could come with me today to throw back a few beers and catch some rainbow trout? I found a great spot just south of the Rye’s.” The man was calling out from the en suite, where he was trying desperately to smooth his hair down before putting on his signature ball cap. Deputy Dalton considered this a moment, “If Mary May doesn’t have anything for me, I’m down!” She decided. The Resistance had been working her quite hard lately, so what was the shame in taking a vacation day with her boyfriend? After grabbing a dark green flannel to go with her jeans and white tee, she decided that would do and opened the creaky door to the upstairs hallway. Her hiking boots took each step carefully, as she knew Mary May was a little behind on repairs with the whole cult business.

“Morning barkeep!” Maci called and stepped into the quiet din of the bar, which already had patrons at 10am. Sharky made significantly more noise as he followed her path down the stairs, and headed straight for the bar. Mary May stood there with a washcloth in one hand and a beer in the other, looking the part. “Morning sleeping beauty, I thought deputies would wake up earlier.” She chided while setting the cloth down in favour of another cold beer, which she promptly handed to them as they both took a stool. “Yuck it up, a girl needs her rest after spending all her days kicking peggie ass,” Maci took the beverage happily- nursing it as she got to her point “So, you keep your ear to the ground, heard anything new lately? Or do I officially have a free day?”

“No news here, looks like it’s all you!” She confirmed, holding up a finger to them as she moved to the other side of the bar to help some other patrons. Maci turned to Sharky with a satisfied look as she took another swig from the bottle. “Looks like I’m all yours today!” She winked playfully. “Lucky me, you’re awful hard to book nowadays.” He replied and downed the rest of his drink before standing abruptly, and taking her hand “You ready to go? I’ve already got some rods in my truck.” The brunette nodded, tipping her bottle up more to finish off the bitter alcohol. “Let’s hit the road Jack!” She hopped off the stool, following him out the door to his Jeep.

The Jeep peeled out of Fall’s End and proceeded to barrell down the uneven dirt road, Maci held onto the ‘oh shit’ handle, saying “Jesus, Sharky! Do you always have to drive like a maniac?” He looked over to her, taking his eyes completely off the road, “Yes I do, caution when driving is not a necessity, like my grandma used to say!”

“The same grandma who said ‘suns out, guns out’?”

“The one and only. R.I.P. Nana Boshaw!” He called out, taking a hand off the wheel to gesture to the sky and causing the car to swerve violently. The deputy grabbed hold of the wheel, which allowed Sharky to do the whole Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. “You’re crazy..” She gave him a playful glare until he grabbed the wheel once more. “Okay, okay I’ll try to slow it down.” She shook her head, a smile on her features nonetheless as they careened towards the fishing hole.

When they finally arrived, the smell of grass and water permeated the air, it was sweet and outdoorsy. They parked at the trailhead that led down to the lake, stepping out of the vehicle as dust clouds settled from Sharky’s abrupt stop. “So, what’re we fishing?” Maci asked, slipping her hand into his. “Rainbow trout, the gayest kind.” He responded in a serious tone, causing her to giggle. The two of them grabbed all of their supplies, a backpack and two woven lawn chairs.

Stepping out into the open- they saw the wide Henbane river stretching on in a blue line for miles in either direction. “I’ve always loved this river. Fishin’ here with my ma, hunting the deer that drink at the shore with my dad.” Sharky reminisced while handing Maci her pole, and setting down the green backpack. “It is beautiful, it’s one of the first things that drew me in when I came here.” Maci responded thoughtfully and watched him unzip the backpack and pull out a round white container. “Got worms?” Sharky asked and held the container next to his face like an advertisement. The couple shared a laugh and Sharky pulled out a worm for each hook.

They dipped their lines in the water, watching the white twine disappear in the murky depths held afloat only by a bobber. “Now we wait.” Maci said, pulling up one of the chairs they’d brought as Sharky mirrored her. The clouds floated slowly through the bright blue sky, and the sun shined down on them with just enough heat. It was an idyllic afternoon. Maci’s bobber ducked under water for a moment, only to rise again. She grabbed the tiny handle on her rod and reeled in slowly, enticing the trout to try for her bait again, the effort was shown to be successful as the bobber disappeared once more, and she yanked the rob upwards to hook the fish, exclaiming “I got one!”

“Oh shit, way to go baby!” Sharky cheered her on while she spun the handle, pulling the fish closer and closer to the shore. They could see it thrashing in the water- making frothy waves. Seconds later, it’s gleaming pink and green scales shone in the bright sunlight as it flopped around in the air. Maci grabbed the line, pulling the fish over to grab it by the gill and fiddle with the hook, “Good thing this guy isn’t a messy eater, I wasn’t wanting to pull the hook from his mouth.” She commented and pulled the hook from it’s lip. “Good thing you’re such a fishing pro, look at this guy!” Sharky mused and gave her a proud smile. The trout was about 12 inches in length, and thick. “Yeah what can I say, I’m just that good.” Maci boasted jokingly, “What do you say we cook this bad boy up?” She asked him. The man nodded, saying “I’ll get the fire going!” and set his rod down to go to the treeline for tinder. She took the fish over to a beached log nearby, setting the now unmoving body down and pulling out her pocket knife to descale and clean it.

Once the fish’s skin was fully exposed and the fillets were visible, she drew her knife right against the spine and cut off sections handing them to Sharky. “Man, why is fish so good but so gross?” He pondered and pierced the sections on a stick, roasting them over the fire he’d produced rather quickly. “Looks like you don’t even need a flamethrower.” She said, tossing the skeleton and scraps into the reeds. “They don’t call me a pyromaniac for nothing!” He joked and set one of the now crispy fillets on a plate he’d drawn from the backpack. “This smells so good, I can’t wait to dig in!” She said and took a seat adjacent to him, and he handed her a beer to match his own that he’d produced from a cooler in the back of the Jeep.

As soon as the fillets were done- they both grabbed their share and snarfed it down. “A beer does not a breakfast make.” Maci said and popped the last savory piece of meat into her mouth. “I personally think I could live off of beer.” He replied with a shrug. “That’s because you have a problem, man o’ mine.” She said and gently punched his arm.

“You may think I got a drinking problem, but I’ve got no problem drinking at all.” He said, his voice a little muffled from the meat in his mouth. He washed it down with some beer and leaned back in his chair, patting his stomach. “I’m positively stuffed!” Maci nodded, taking a drink from her own bottle and looking into the dwindling fire. “Too bad you didn’t catch anything.” She said, glancing at him. “Why would I need to catch anything when I’ve already got you?” He asked with a goofy grin, and held out his hand. She took it with a smile of her own, the heat from the fire not the only thing that warmed them.

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I absolutely LOVED it, thank you! 💜 You got Maci’s personality down to the T along with her relationship with Skarky!! I don’t think I laughed so much while reading something in a long time!

#chazz-anova #submission #maci x sharky #deputy maci dalton #sharky boshaw #far cry 5 #far cry

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oceanflowerrs · 5 years

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jaws the shark lurking in the dark of the depths of the sea one day on a lark decides to get rowdy get real violent takes a vacay off to amity island sunshine lotion fun in the sun blood in the ocean everybody run cuz its crazy how few fucks this shark gives hell eat naked ladies hell eat little kids oh no but the one thing keeping the community safe is a man named brody and his pal richard dreyfuss jaws dont know that a storms gonna come he just wants everyone to be his chum get it get it the mayor dont care if the townsfolk die he doesnt wanna ruin the 4th of july hes like everyone cool it go for a swim but holy shit here comes that fin singin jaws is here here is jaws he is a shark without a cause he was in a movie you should watch it its called jaws jaws is here here is jaws he is a shark who fights the law he was in a movie that everyone saw long story short the beach gets closed the mayors like ok yeah this blows suddenly jaws has a price on his head but the wrong little shark baby ends up dead it was jaws little brother now hes pissed the mayor just shot to the top of his list so he sneaks in his house in the middle of the night and he eats that fucker in a single bite golly now the mayors dead so brodys in charge he knows the real killer is still at large so him and the dreyfuss make a decision theyre goin on a mission theyre gonna go fishin for jaws a man named quint lets them use his boat on the condition that he be the one to slit jaws throat cuz he was a sailor back in world war 2 and jaws ate his entire crew woah jaws is here here is jaws he is a shark without a cause he was in a movie a movie called jaws jaws is here here is jaws he is a shark who fights the law he was in a movie that everyone saw theyre out on the sea late at night where could jaws be hes nowhere in sight dreyfuss decides to go down in a cage and jaws shows up in a full on rage he tears up the cage like paper in a shredder while dreyfuss makes his wetsuit wetter he hides behind a rock like a cowardly prick and he doesnt come back until the end of the flick brodys like were gonna need a bigger boat so they go back home and get a bigger boat the biggest boat thats ever sailed gonna kick jaws ass or i guess his tail yeah his tail but oh my shit jaws jumps up and quint gets bit right in half like a kitkat bar up in the sky theres a shooting star thats quint up in heaven hes a star now brody gets pissed hes all like fuck it he takes a harpoon and welds it to a rocket jaws last words are woah respect then he explodes and its a pretty good effect yeah jaws is dead long live jaws he was a shark without a cause he was in a movie you should watch it its called jaws jaws is dead long live jaws he was a shark without a cause he was in a movie that everyone saw he was in a movie that everyone saw he was in a movie that everyone saw jaws is dead long live jaws he was a shark without a cause he was in a movie called jaws he was in a movie that everyone saw jaws is dead the academy awards long live jaws he was robbed he was a shark without a cause sharks exist in real life woah he was in a movie that everyone saw jaws is dead long live jaws

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thefactsofthematter · 5 years

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Hello! Could you do "I love you" prompts 6 ("On a sunny Tuesday afternoon, the late sunlight glowing in your hair") and 12 ("When we lay together on the fresh spring grass") for Jack/ Davey or Race/ Albert? Thanks so much and happy Valentine's Day!

omg i’m sorry this took so long!! (as we can see from “happy valentines day” jhhbgh) i took a break from writing but i’m back babey!!!

javid; 2k; uhh ambiguous time setting? sorta modern era but maybe it’s like,, the 60s or something; no content warnings! just fluff!

i highly recommend listening to “fishin’ in the dark” while reading this— it sets the tone perfectly.

It’s Davey’s first summer in the country, and he’s still not sure how he feels about it.

They’d moved here in the middle of the school year, leaving behind everything he’d once known in the heart of New York City, in exchange for a new life in a tiny little town. His father had lost his job back home, and instead of seeing it as a setback, his folks had taken it as an opportunity to start over somewhere else, across the country.

It’s not all bad, Davey figures.

He’s made a lot of friends— the kids at school were incredibly inviting, though you sort of have to be when there’s only five or six people in each grade. If anything, they were entertained by Davey’s fascinating stories of the big city, and his lack of knowledge of anything farming-related. He can’t complain; at least he has friends here, he certainly didn’t have many in New York.

Manhattan also didn’t have all this fresh air and gorgeous weather. It didn’t have the wonderful house they live in now— he’d grown up in a tiny apartment with all five of them crammed into just a couple of rooms. There’s definitely much more free space around here. He’s even got his own bedroom, free from sharing with Les.

And, well, New York didn’t have Jack.

Sweet, lovely Jack, who lives just down the street. Jack, who runs around barefoot, wears a tattered old cowboy hat, sings country songs, and drives a rust-bucket truck. Jack, who’s got the smoothest southern drawl in the world, and a year-round farmer’s tan. Jack, who Davey is head over heels for.

Speak of the devil…

“Hey Davey-boy! What'cha up to?”

There’s Jack, leaning over the back fence of the Jacobs’s yard, the brim of his hat not able to shade the brightness of his smile. Davey has been pulling weeds from the garden all morning, but it’s starting to get a little too hot and sunny to keep going without collapsing from heatstroke.

“Not much of anything,” he replies, dropping his pail of dandelions into the dirt. “I’m about finished with this. What are you doing here? I thought you were working on Al’s family’s farm for the next little while.”

Jack shrugs, still grinning happily, like he hasn’t got a care in the world.

“It’s my day off. Medda wanted me home for a bit to fix some stuff up for her, but I finished it real quick, so I’ve got some free time.” He seems almost nervous as he scuffs at the dirt with his foot and adjusts his hat so Davey can see more of his face. “Say, if you’re all done here, how’d you like to hang around with me for a while? I’ve got somewhere real neat that I wanna take you, I think you’ll really like it.”

Davey raises an eyebrow, intrigued.

“I don’t see why not,” he says, dusting the dirt off of his knees and picking his pail back up to toss the dandelions in the garbage bin. “I’ll let my mom know I’m going out and see if there’s anything she needs me to do first. I’ll meet you at your place in a bit?”

Jack’s smile widens, if that’s even possible.

“Sounds good! See ya in a bit, city slicker!”

And with that, he’s gone, darting back down the alley towards Medda’s place.

Davey shakes his head fondly, unable to wipe the smile from his face.

Twenty minutes later, they’re rolling along a gravel road in Jack’s truck. There’s mason jars of Medda’s signature sweet tea in their cup holders, and they’ve got the windows rolled down to let the breeze cool them off.

“So I’ve never been to a big city,” says Jack, breaking the easy silence they’d settled into. “Do y'all got grass there? And trees? Or is it all buildings?”

Davey can’t help but laugh. He sometimes imagines what his life would’ve been like if he’d lived here from the beginning, like Jack and all their other friends that have no idea of the hustle and bustle of New York.

“In parks, there’s trees and grass, yeah,” he replies, recalling the afternoons that he and Sarah used to drag Les over to Central Park in their rusty old wagon. “But not all over the place, the way it is here. New York is a lot of grey— the sidewalks, the buildings, even the air. It was just… dark and sad, a lot of the time. The longer I’m away from it, the less I miss it. I think I’m happier here.”

Jack’s grin is confirmation enough that Davey is, in fact, much happier here.

“I’m glad you’re happy,” Jack replies, while tapping his hands absentmindedly on the steering wheel. “I ain’t ever had a friend like you before. I’m really happy you’re here.”

Twenty or so more minutes of driving finds them turning off the road to start down the long driveway of what looks like someone’s farm.

“Are we even allowed to be here?” asks Davey, as they roll right past an abandoned-looking house and quonset. “Who’s farm is this? Are we gonna get in trouble?”

Jack just chuckles and sips on the last of his sweet tea. There’s thankfully a few more jars of it in the backseat, courtesy of Medda, so they’ve got plenty to last the afternoon.

“Don’t worry about it,” he says, shaking his head. “We’re fine. This is, like, technically, sort of… my land? I used to live out here with my dad, but after he died, no one comes out here anymore. I like to come sometimes just to hang out. It’ll be mine once I’m old enough to farm it— since I can’t really do it by myself at seventeen, right? That’s why I live with Medda for now, and I work out at Al’s farm ‘cause his dad is teaching me everything I need to do. Awful nice of him, ain’t it?”

Even with such a sad topic, Jack is still smiling, like the happiness of getting to carry on his dad’s farm outweighs the sadness of losing him.

“Sure is, yeah,” says Davey, trying to reciprocate Jack’s little laugh. “I’m sorry about your dad, though. That had to be really hard.”

Jack shrugs one shoulder and seems about to reply, but he’s pulled out of the conversation as he suddenly whips the truck off the gravel road and onto a well worn trail through the brush.

“Oh, here we go!” he yells, before stepping on the gas pedal with full force. Well, that’s one way to change the topic. “Hang on, Davey-boy! It’s about to get real bumpy!”

Davey shrieks as they begin to pick up speed, practically flying down the dirt trail. He’s absolutely terrified for his life, but the way Jack is howling with excited laughter sort of makes this worth it.

“Jack Kelly!” screams Davey, not quite able to stop himself from laughing too. “You’re insane! We’re gonna die!”

Jack can’t seem to stop laughing but he pats Davey’s shoulder reassuringly.

“Just hold on!” he yells, as the truck flies over a bump and bounces as it lands. “I won’t let anything happen! You’re safe with me!”

Davey isn’t sure at what point he began to trust Jack so much, but for some reason, he believes it. He just grips the handle above the door for dear life and decides he might as well live in the moment for a bit.

He’s gonna be just fine.

When they finally pull up to where Jack had been trying to take them and climb out of the truck, Davey realizes that the terrifying joy-ride had totally been worth it.

It’s a clearing in the trees, a big grassy patch, with a creek running right through the middle. If he looks far enough down the rolling water, there’s a beaver dam within sight— something he’s never seen in real life before. Sunlight is streaming down in golden rays, lighting both the scenery and Jack’s tan face in the most gorgeous way.

“You like it?” asks Jack, tipping back his hat to reveal more of his face. “I ain’t ever brought anyone here. It was me and my mom’s favourite place to come hang out. We used to have picnics here all the time.”

There’s a kind of wistful look on his face, and Davey kind of really wants to kiss him. Is that weird? He’s not really sure, but it’s probably best not to overthink it.

“I love it, Jack,” says Davey, rather sure his voice is giving away just how smitten he is. “This is beautiful… and I’m happy you trust me enough to show it to me. Thank you, Jackie.”

Jack seems caught off-guard by the sincerity, but his face eventually widens into a huge grin.

“Let’s have lunch,” is all he says, seemingly not sure how to respond to Davey’s words. It might just be the heat, but Davey swears there’s a blush across Jack’s cheeks. “Pick us a spot on the grass, I’ll get the food out. We’ll have to thank Medda for it later.”

With that, the two boys turn in opposite directions and try to recover from that strangely soft interaction. Davey wanders down to the water and slips his shoes off so he can dip his foot in— it’s surprisingly cool and refreshing. He opts to sit down right there, his feet dangling in the creek as minnows nip at his toes.

“Good choice,” says Jack, moments later, as he approaches behind Davey and sits on the grass next to him. “The water’s sure nice, ain’t it?”

“Yeah,” replies Davey, suddenly feeling very shy as Jack slings an arm around his shoulders and leans into his side. Holy shit. “It’s really nice. Colder than I was expecting.”

“Really now?” Jack reaches down to cup a handful of water and fling it in Davey’s face. “How’s that?”

Davey immediately retaliates, splashing a much more significant amount of water up onto Jack. Both of them are laughing hard, any thoughts of having lunch flying right out the window.

“That’s it, you’re on,” Jack growls, before sneakily wrestling Davey right into the creek. Both of them go down, tumbling fully-clothed into the shallow, cold water. “Take that, Davey-boy!”

The water-fight lasts several minutes and ends with no clear winner. They simply grow tired of it and flop onto the grass, exhausted.

It takes Davey a moment to process just how close together they are. Jack is laying against him, laughing into the crook of his neck. They’re both soaking wet and freezing cold— though it’ll likely only take a few minutes for the sun to warm them up. This means Davey has to act very quickly.

Before he can get caught up in his head and get too nervous to do it, he swallows his fear and presses a quick kiss to Jack’s cheek. Jack’s laughter ceases and he looks up at Davey— he thankfully doesn’t look angry, mostly just confused.

“I hope that was okay,” Davey quickly says, the weight of what he’s just done finally hitting him. “I didn’t mean to cross a line, I just really like you, and—”

He finds himself cut off by Jack’s lips pressing against his own. It takes him a second to process it, but he eventually smiles into the kiss and lets his arms sneak around Jack’s neck to hold him close. He’s not sure he’s ever been this happy before.

“I really like you too,” Jack replies, once they pull away for breath. “So much, Davey. I’m so happy to have you.”

With that, he reconnects their lips and they stay that way for a long while, sunlight streaming over them as birds chirp in the background.

Davey is really, really glad they moved to the country.

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splendidlyimperfect · 5 years

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dude,,,,dude,,,, stinguegratsu ot4 and "i'm too sober for this" please,,,,

This was way too much fun to write, oh my god.

Pairing: Natsu/Gray/Sting/RoguePrompt: “I am way too sober for this.”

“I am way too sober for this.”

Rogue crosses his arms over his chest as he watches Sting and Natsubelting out ‘Total Eclipse of the Heart,’ giggling drunkenly and leaningagainst each other while they sing.

Gray, who is only slightly more sober than the two of them, raisesan eyebrow at Rogue.

“What, you don’ wanna embarrass yourself in front of everyone?”Gray asks, leaning forward on the couch and wrapping an arm around Rogue’swaist. He presses a sloppy kiss to Rogue’s cheek and Rogue sighs, running hisfingers affectionately through Gray’s hair.

“You know I don’t sing, love,“ he says, kissing Gray’s head.“Besides, the two of them are embarrassing themselves enough for the four ofus.”

Yukino appears behind them, plate of hors d’ouevres in her hand.Gray takes a couple, giving her an tipsy smile.

“You don’t regret the karaoke machine yet?” Rogue asks. Yukinolaughs as Natsu and Sting move on to a pop song that Rogue vaguely recognizesfrom Sting’s ‘dancing while cleaning’ playlist. “Your new neighbors might notbe too fond of you,” Rogue adds, rolling his eyes.

“That’s why they’re all here,” Yukino says, gesturing around thenew house at the crowd of unfamiliar faces. “I figured they wouldn’t be so putout by a party if they were invited to it.”

“Good plan,” Rogue says, looking around. He knows a couple ofpeople here as regulars at the café, but the rest of them are strangers.

“Also, your boyfriends are adorably entertaining,” Yukino adds,giving Rogue a sweet smile before heading off to mingle with the rest of theguests.

Gray snuggles up to Rogue, slipping under his arm and moving untilhe’s practically in Rogue’s lap. He tips his head back and gives Rogue anadoring look, and Rogue enjoys the softness in Gray’s normally guardedexpression.

“You’re affectionate tonight,” Rogue murmurs in Gray’s ear. Grayhums happily and nuzzles Rogue’s neck.

“’s cause I love you,” he says simply, taking a sip of his beer.“An’ I’ve had… a few of these.” He looks up at Rogue, then at the kitchenwhere some people Rogue don’t recognize are mixing drinks. “They’ve got that-the tequila you like.”

“Oh?” Rogue raises his eyebrows.

“Y-yeah, the- remember when we played ‘Never Have I Ever’, an-andNatsu said he wanted to-”

“Yes, I remember,” Rogue interrupts, laughing and kissing Gray’sforehead.

“’s that stuff,” Gray says.

“I’m driving us home, remember?” Rogue shakes his head.

“Pff.” Gray waves his hand. “’s what Uber is for.”

Rogue laughs, giving only a mild protest as Gray stands up and dragshim to his feet, then into the kitchen for a drink.

“Who gave Rogue tequila?” Natsu pokes Gray, who looks up at himwith a sheepish grin. Natsu rolls his eyes, flopping down on the couch next toGray and leaning against his shoulder.

“You smell like candy,” Gray says, resting his head on Natsu’s.

“Mm. Sting got me to try somethin’… it was pink?” Natsu frowns,gesturing vaguely toward the kitchen. “Tasted like Skittles.” He turns to Grayand grins. “Wanna try it?”

Before Gray can protest, Natsu kisses him, and to Gray’s surprise,he does taste like Skittles. Gray hums appreciatively, running his fingersthrough Natsu’s hair and enjoying the kiss for a moment before Natsu’s firstquestion catches up to his slightly addled brain.

“Wait.” Gray pulls back from Natsu, trying not to look at how pinkhis lips are. “Why- how’d you know Rogue had th-the tequila?”

Natsu doesn’t respond, just points over to where Rogue is standingwith Lucy, who is laughing at something he said and gesturing at the karaokemachine. Gray’s eyes widen when, instead of vehemently protesting, Rogue nodsand wraps an arm around Lucy’s shoulders.

“Oh, shit,” Gray whispers.

“What’d you do now?” Sting asks, appearing on Gray’s other side andkissing his cheek. He follows Gray’s gaze over to the karaoke machine and burstsout laughing.

“Man, he’s gonna regret this tomorrow,” Sting says. “Do we stop himor film him?”

Natsu already has his phone out. Gray thinks about smacking it outof his hands, then recalls the dozens of embarrassing videos of himself in thegroup chat, and lets Natsu hit ‘record.’

“If he sings ‘The Black Parade’ I’m gonna die,” Natsugiggle-whispers, camera shaky in his hands. Gray snorts, but Sting shakes hishead.

“Mm. Tequila-drunk Rogue likes country music.”

Both Gray and Natsu turn to Sting, frowning at him with twinexpressions of inebriated disbelief.

“Rogue,” Natsu says slowly, looking back over at their boyfriend,“likes country music.”

“Our Rogue?” Gray adds, squinting at Sting and wondering exactlyhow much all of them have had to drink. “Our boyfriend? You can’t-”

And then the music starts, and Gray realizes with incredulous amusementthat Sting is right.

“Holy shit,” Natsu whispers as Rogue and Lucy began to sing. “He’sgonna- he’ll murder us tomorrow.” He keeps filming, and adds, “totally worthit.”

Gray has heard Rogue sing before, obviously – in the shower, orunder his breath while they cook – but never like this. The song is twangy,distinctly country, catchy as hell, and Rogue sounds… well, amazing. His voice isdeep and rich and – considering how much he’s had to drink – surprisingly inkey.

“C’mere.” Sting reaches down for Gray’s hands, and before Gray canprotest, Sting pulls him to his feet. Gray frowns as Sting places a hand onGray’s waist, then takes a step back. “Dance with me?” he asks softly, givingGray the sweet, sunshine smile he can never refuse. “Please?”

“Only ‘cause you’re… ‘cause you said please, an’ you’re theprettiest,” Gray says, leaning in and kissing the pink flush that creeps acrossSting’s cheeks.

Luckily, two-stepping doesn’t require too much coordination oreffort on Gray’s part, and the two of them move around the living room to the soundof Rogue singing. Gray lets the words wash over him, enjoying the voice that herarely gets to hear.

Youand me goin’ fishin’ in the darklying on our backs and countin’ the stars, where the cool grass grows

Sting’s hands are warm beneath Gray’s, and everyone else in theliving room seems to fade away as they step around empty plates and manage notto crash into the coffee table. Sting’s steps are smooth, and Gray can feel theheat of Sting’s fingers on his hip.

Downby the river in the full moonlightwe’ll be falling in love in the middle of the night, just moving slow

“Rogue’s gonna kill Natsu tomorrow,” Sting comments mildly, gesturingover to the sofa where Natsu is moving the camera between the two of themdancing, and Rogue singing. Gray feels like he should probably be annoyed, butNatsu is giggling with Yukino, and Gray loves Natsu’s laugh.

“Mm,” Gray says quietly, leaning forward and resting his head onSting’s shoulder. “But- he’s good. Rogue is. His voice, it’s- really pretty.”Sting hums in agreement. “He should- should sing for us more.”

Stayin’the whole night throughfeels so good to be with you

As the music fades away, Gray kisses Sting, then looks over atRogue. Rogue’s cheeks are flushed and he’s got his bangs pushed out of hisface, showing off his wide smile. When Rogue looks over at them, Gray thinks hecould get lost forever in the dark of Rogue’s eyes.

“You’re a sappy drunk,” Sting murmurs, and Gray realizes that hesaid that out loud. He’s about to protest when Rogue moves over to them, andhe’s so fucking gorgeous that Gray really doesn’t give a shit what anybody elsethinks.

“Hey, baby,” Gray says softly, grabbing Rogue’s shirt and pullinghim in for a kiss. Rogue tastes like liquor, like salt and tequila and Gray’salmost desperate for it, licking at Rogue’s lips as he brushes his fingersthrough Rogue’s hair.

“We do have an audience,” Sting reminds them, and Gray feels hischeeks flush hot as he pulls back from Rogue, glancing over at where some ofYukino’s coworkers are staring at them and giggling. Sober Gray would probablyhave the decency to be embarrassed, but right now, drunk Gray’s not interestedin anybody but his boyfriends.

“You’ve got a pretty voice,” he says to Rogue, kissing him oncemore as Sting squeezes his hand and then returns to the couch where Natsu andYukino are laughing over the video. “You should sing more often.”

“Hm.” Rogue rubs his nose against Gray’s, running his thumbs overGray’s cheekbones. “This is…” He pauses for a second, frowning as if waitingfor his thoughts to catch up. “All of this is- it’s your fault.”

Gray snorts, letting out a sound that definitely isn’t a giggle.

“I’m serious!” Rogue says, placing both hands on either side ofGray’s face and staring at him intently. “You…”

Gray tips his head to the side, and they stare intently at eachother for several seconds before Rogue shrugs, whatever he’d been going to sayforgotten.

“Hey, you two!” They both turn to Natsu, who’s grinning at themfrom the couch. “How ‘bout you give us an encore?”

“They are going to hate themselvestomorrow,” Natsu whispers, trying his best to hold his phone still as he films Rogueand Gray. “I love it.”

Sting is giggling hysterically with his head in Natsu’s lap – the Jelloshots have finally caught up to him – and Yukino is sprawled halfway over Sting’slegs, sipping on her beer.

“I mean, they’re not bad,” she admits, tipping her bottle towardthem. They’ve moved on to Shania Twain now, and Natsu can’t keep it together asGray turns to him drunkenly and sings, he’sgotta be a heartbeatin’, fire-breathin’, breathtakin’, earthquakin’ kiiiiiiind…any man of mine…

“I am living for this,”Natsu cackles, bringing his hand down to Sting’s hair and running his fingersthrough it. Sting makes a purring sound and pushes his head up into the touchas he taps out the beat on Yukino’s thighs.

“You should- you need t’ have parties more oft’n,” Sting mumbles atYukino, who laughs and kisses him on the forehead. “I like them singin’. ’snice.”

“It is,” Natsu says, voice suddenly soft. The music fades into thebackground, and Natsu blinks, looking down at Sting fondly. Sting gazes back upat him, adoration written over his face, and Natsu leans down to kiss him.

When he looks back up, Rogue and Gray are laughing so hard they’renearly falling over, a new ridiculous song playing in the background that theydon’t quite know the lyrics for, so they’re making up the words as they go.

Natsu keeps the camera rolling, know that while it will embarrassthe hell out of Gray and Rogue, Natsu will treasure how happy and carefree theylook for a long, long time. His boyfriends do kind of look like idiots upthere, but they’re his idiots, andall Natsu can do is smile.

#fairy tail #gratsustingue #gray fullbuster #natsu dragneel #sting eucliffe #rogue cheney #fluff #tequila rogue likes country music #this is just pure fucking fluff #they dance and drink and sing #i would legit die for all of them #prompts #ask #gray is the sappiest drunk #he just loves his boyfriends so much

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