#i REALLY need a name for this au agh

[beanghostprincess]

Okay you're making me obsessed with Sabosan- I'm in need to posts about them

Just an AU where they meet during childhood, like, Sabo and his parents go to Germa bc of some politic shit and he don't want to be there so he just walks around.

And be accident he finds Sanji outside the castle, crying, and he knows he is one of the princes since they were already presented to each other. But the boy is hurt and crying so much that Sabo can't not help him.

In the beggining Sanji is scared, but soon he notices the other blonde don't want to beat him like his brothers. They talk all the day and for the first time in Sanji's life, he feels like he made a friend.

When Sabo's family has to go back to Goa, both kids are sad but hope to meet again soon. After this, everything in Sanji's past happens (Sora's death, he being locked and running away).

Month's later, the nobles from Goa go again to Germa and Sabor receive the terrible news that Sanji is dead. This broke's his heart 'cause the boy was sweet and kind and even just being with each other during one day he was sure the prince was amazing.

Since Sanji were 8 and Sabo 9 during this, ge just meet Luffy one year later and all he can think sometimes is how much the two would love each other. But don't matter now, his friend is dead.

Everything happens, and years later he remember everything and all he can think is how he forget them? How he let other person he loves die? The boy is broke bc he lose another person.

And he is going to meet Luffy's crew, hearing his young brother talk about them when he says about a guy named Sanji and- Sabor freezes, he ask about him and this boy is identical to his dead friend- but can't be him, right...? He can't have hope.

When they arrive in the ship, he's knowing everyone and then he go to the kitchen with Luffy to meet said boy and- it's Sanji, alive. Breathing, older and so much beautiful.

And Sanji is looking at him too and- both are in shock. Luffy is there, confused and looking at the two. "Luffy, can I talk for a moment with your friend?" Sabo asks intenting to not show how he is emotional.

"Uh? You know each other?" Luffy ask but go outside the kitchen anyway, they still are silent during some minutes. Sanji is read to say something when Sabo hugs him.

"I thought you were dead" is all he says and the blackleg hugs him back, feeling bad for making Sabo think this.

Both don't say much, but they are happy they're together again.

Agh, you all know I am extremely weak for childhood AUs!!!!! This is beautiful :(

I can't stop thinking about Sanji obviously getting forced to meet Sabo, but he doesn't really want to because he always hates it when important people come over. Yes, his father is more distracted with them, but that leaves them a free day from training, and sometimes those are even worse than regular days. Because even if his brothers already make fun of him and beat him up when they train, whenever they're not doing anything it's even worse because they take their time and it's a complete nightmare. Besides, introducing himself with the name Vinsmoke has always made him want to throw up, even from a very early age, and there's this uneasy feeling inside of him whenever Judge speaks about him normally instead of saying how much of a disappointment he is. He prefers that rather than him lying to strangers because he knows what he says isn't true. He doesn't consider him his son, and he doesn't see him as his father either. It's nauseating.

When Sabo and Sanji get introduced along with the other Vinsmoke siblings, Sanji doesn't want to look up. He has to, of course, but he doesn't feel like being there at all. But he's even more scared of what might happen if he doesn't do what Judge says. When he looks up, he can tell that the kid in front of him doesn't want to be here either. He's good at pretending, though. He smiles politely and shakes their hands and it's obvious that he's been trained to act that way, but he doesn't look at all like a noble. He has a missing tooth and scratches in his hands and face and it's quite obvious that he tries to cover it (not him, his parents) but it isn't working for Sanji. Besides, there's this rage in his eyes that Sanji can't quite place but he knows something is going on with him. That just scares him even more, because, even if it's not the same rage his brothers have in their eyes, it's still rage. If he was a simple kid like all the others that have come to their kingdom with their families, Sanji would not be that worried, but he isn't. And Sanji fears the worst because he can't figure him out.

On the other hand, Sabo wants to jump off a bridge. He would rather drown than be here. Get the kid out of there!!!!!!!! He didn't want to come at all but his parents wouldn't stop pressuring him and tbh it was easier to end this quickly so he could go home even quicker (home being Gray Terminal and next to Ace, thank you very much). So he's on his best behavior so he can just quickly go back home. He hates them. The kids, he means. Rich, spoiled brats that are modified to be that way. To be selfish. To kill. It's disgusting and he despises how the father talks with so much pride about it. But- But he never, not even once, mentions the blond. He talks praise about all of his kids except him, but he also doesn't even mention him. Sabo can tell his name is Sanji because his brothers won't stop teasing him about stuff Sabo can't understand, but he knows enough to get that something's off. Whatever. Not his fight. Not his siblings. Not his responsibility.

But his sense of responsibility and morals are already strong enough to make him overly sensitive to this stuff, so he watches the behavior of the kids carefully. Their parents tell them to go do whatever because they're talking about "grown-up stuff" and they need to form "royal bonds for future needs" or whatever bullshit they keep making up. And, uh, Sabo fucking hates it. The kids are scary as fuck. Like, creepy. Type of thing he wishes Ace were with him for because this is way worse than the things they've seen happening at Gray Terminal. The way they speak about the staff and human lives is just disgusting. With no emotion in their voices other than plain selfishness and cruelty. They show Sabo around the castle and- And Sanji isn't around anywhere? Apparently? When he asks where he might be, that's when his brothers start trash-talking him. Calling him a coward. A weakling. Worse things Sabo does not want to repeat but- But it's just extremely fucked up. But again, not his fight. He can keep an eye on them but not intervene because he really, really wants to go home soon. And he's pretty sure this is just the way siblings talk about each other. Rich, noble siblings, at least. Even if Sanji seemed different, he's still one of them.

Sabo eventually gets bored of them, and also they're disgusting to be around. So he just disappears and hopes they don't give a fuck about him to look for him. That's when he finds Sanji crying outside of the castle. He really knows he shouldn't intervene. He never does when he goes to these meetings. But Sanji seems different. He's crying. These kids, in theory, should not be able to feel like this, right? There's just something so human about him, from the first second they saw each other, that Sabo can't help but want to protect him. He's not much older than him, but still. Sanji looks way weaker and shorter in comparison, and,, And in need of someone. Like he's always asking for help.

And so they talk. Sabo approaches him and the first thing Sanji does is flinching. He thinks Sabo is going to hit him, apparently? What the fuck. Sabo instantly kneels beside him to tell him that he is definitely not here for this, and why the hell would he even think that?? Sanji doesn't reply, of course, he just hugs his knees closer to his chest and looks away, hoping for Sabo to not ask more questions. But Sabo notices this glint of hope in his eyes that he doesn't want to show. Like begging for him to get him out of there. Sabo just sits beside him in a very nonchalant and very not noble way and starts talking. He tells Sanji how he doesn't want to be here either, and trash-talks his family and nobility and starts saying all of these things he only tells Ace about. He usually doesn't trust people so easily, and Ace would kill him for this, but Sanji needs this. And apparently, it doesn't bother him at all to give him this. Sanji starts opening up little by little, hope in his eyes and excitement starting to come out of his voice when they change subjects. Sanji, apparently, isn't like his siblings. In any way. And he likes cooking and sea creatures too! Sabo has a lot of stories to tell about those! And they keep talking and talking and hours pass and suddenly Sabo doesn't want to go home. It's not only fun to be here, but scary to leave if it means never seeing Sanji again and leaving him here. Especially when he tells him about everything his family does to him (because they end up talking about that) and he has to hold Sabo back from yelling because he has never been angrier in his entire fucking life. What the hell does this family think they are? Sanji doesn't deserve this. He's nice. Cute, too. Smart. Extremely sweet and empathetic. Selfless. Kindness itself.

But time moves quickly and they have to return to their ship. He hates leaving Sanji. He really does. But they promise to see each other again! He even gives Sanji his white handkerchief. The one he likes. The one that's all ripped and worn out. Because it's the one he uses the most. The one he uses when he's with Ace! And it has his initials engraved there, but the S is the only thing that can be seen, so it's okay! Sanji keeps it like a reminder of freedom and the fact that they'll for sure see each other again!

But they don't.

Because the news of Sanji dying reach Sabo and he's devastated. It's so unfair. And it's true. He knows he's dead and he can't do anything about it. But he also knows his family had something to do with it because he's not stupid. He has to move on past the rage, though, even if it's extremely infuriating and frustrating. He has to move on. Sanji, on the other hand, doesn't let go of the handkerchief and Sabo's words, even if he has lost all hope. Yadda, yadda, yadda, you know how the story goes. So Reiju helps Sanji escape and he knows he'll probably never see him again, but he still hopes. Sabo thinks, meanwhile, when he meets Luffy, that he'd love Sanji. With how much he keeps talking about food and dreams! And Sanji would love being here too. Well, not really, because Gray Terminal doesn't seem at all like something Sanji would enjoy, but it for sure would be better than Germa. And Sabo would be able to protect him too. It doesn't matter now, though.

Time-skip moment. Sabo remembers his childhood and his brothers and Sanji. And Ace just died. So great. It seems that the world is always against him. He doesn't have much time to think about Sanji because right now the only thing he has in mind is Ace, his fruit, and finding Luffy. But Sanji's image, for some reason, keeps appearing in his mind. He isn't sure why, but it's still engraved there. He tries to forget him, but now that he truly wants to forget, he doesn't. Fuck it. Well. Dressrosa happens. Yay! He got a brother back and Ace's fruit. Yadda yadda. We know how it goes.

He doesn't actually get to meet Sanji in Dressrosa because I'm trying to be loyal to the timeline, so let's say that this is post-wano and pre-egghead (and Sabo is fine and he isn't in the huge mess he's in right now). Sabo goes "oh, I want to pay an actual visit to my brother's crew. I didn't get to meet everyone properly" and that's when the cool stuff happens.

You know, he tells Robin first about it and she informs the crew and stuff. When Sabo gets there, the only one on deck is Luffy, so of course he gets all excited and jumps to hug him and keeps talking about his crew and how much he's gonna love everyone! Like Nami because she's super smart like him!!! And Usopp because he has the coolest inventions!! And Sanji because he is the best cook-

Wait, Sanji?

And it can't be, because his Sanji is dead. His Sanji can't be Luffy's Sanji, right? Impossible. He guesses it might be just a coincidence and tries to move on from Luffy's words. But then he starts meeting everyone and Sanji gets out of the kitchen to greet him and- Oh. Okay. Yeah. That's definitely him. He has not forgotten those eyebrows and blue eyes and bangs. He could tell it's him from a mile away. Sabo thinks it's his memory playing with him, but then he remembers Sanji's sudden death without any explanation and blames his young self for not realizing sooner what truly happened. What's funny is that Sanji had the same reaction, because when Luffy talks about Sabo for the first time, he freezes at the name. But he guesses it can't really be him, and Luffy doesn't talk enough about him for Sanji to make the correlation.

But no, yeah, it's definitely him.

As you said, they both freeze. And it's actually kind of weird because everybody is looking at them, but they're only focusing on each other so it's also extremely romantic. Sabo tries to act calm and collected when he asks Luffy if he can speak to Sanji in private, and Luffy instantly says:

Luffy: It's to ask for extra food, right?! I am not going to steal yours like when we were kids! I don't do that anymore! Usopp: He still does that. Luffy: But Sabo can have whatever he wants! Sanji will make it! But not more than me. I'm sure you're gonna do it just to piss me of- Sabo: Luffy, you can have all of my food if you want to. Just let me talk to him for a second. Luffy: ?? But why?! It's been so long. I want to be with you! Sabo: Because- Sanji: If you let us talk in private I'll give you two desserts. And more meat. We'll have whatever you want tonight. Luffy: OH! AWESOME! Nami: What is this about again? Franky: Yeah... It looks like you two know each other. Sanji: Who says we don't? Luffy: YOU TWO KNOW EACH OTHER? Sabo: No. Not- Luffy. Give us a moment. *They go into the kitchen together* Zoro: First he's a prince and now he's fucking Luffy's brother. Are we sure Curly doesn't have anything else to tell us? Luffy: He's not- Nami: Shut up!! I can't listen to their conversation through the door if you keep talking!

(She doesn't hear them at all, actually, because the others keep talking and Sabo and Sanji are pretty quiet and she gets bored of trying to spy on them).

They don't really know what to do except to stare at each other. Sanji is about to make some joke or something to make things lighter, but Sabo goes and instantly hugs him tight. Sanji feels he's about to start crying. Especially when Sabo says "I thought you were dead" / "Well, I am not" / "I can see that" / "I- I'm sorry. I truly hoped we could meet but- Things have been a little- Fuck. Just. I'm sorry. Judge- My-" / "Yes. I know. I mean. I don't know, but it's obvious you don't want to talk about it now and I know it's your shitty father's fault. Don't worry about it" / "... Alright" / "Is it weird if I don't want to let go of you?" / "Shut up. You're the one making it weird" / "You grew up. Quite a lot. Remembered you so tiny and cute" / "Oh, fuck you, I am not-" / "Still cute, though" / "You were nicer to me back then" / "You were less sarcastic" / "Touche" / "Hey! So you finally got to be a cook! And for the future king of the pirates! How does that feel?" / "Tiring. Exhausting. Frustrating... A dream come true" / "....... You look happier" / "I am.... Hey? Can you keep like- Holding me for a while? Because-" / "It's okay. Yes. If I let go of you I might start sobbing. This is fine. As long as we don't move, we're fine" / "Great". (Also have in mind that this is post-wano so Sanji is extremely sensitive and wants to kind of sort of die. This is probably the best thing that has happened to him lately. Or ever)

And this is getting reaaaally long already so to end this just say that they definitely end up kissing at some point and dating and then uh, things™ happen. But just think about them having a happy ending. I- I want to write a fanfic now. You can't do that to me. Ughhh. What if I did- What if I did write this fic- Thinking thoughts.

#they're my absolute beloveds #they make me go insane yes #aaaaaaa i love them so much i am so sorry this is long kjwefkbfkjeb #i got a bit carried away and i still have more ideas #like sanji telling him he still has the handkerchief like wtf gay people #also sanji cooking for him i am gonna die #and them staring at each other during dinner #and then seeing each other at night while everybody is asleep because sabo stays for a while and #and look can i write this please this was such a good idea and i need it right now in my veins #i know i say this a lot but this time i want to finish this #IF YOU WANNA WRITE IT THO YOU CAN DO IT IT WAS YOUR IDEA AFTER ALL BESTIE #but if you do tag me bc i am in desperate need of sabosan #one piece #black leg sanji #revolutionary sabo #strawhat pirates #sabosan #sabo x sanji

[mockerycrow]

wip roundup

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPS!

im updating this as i complete stuff tbh

thank you so much @glossysoap for the tag!!

i apologize for this list tbh, life has been getting in the way of my writing. i hope y’all understand

twenty four 4k requests left

Be Good (09!Soap x GN!Reader)

-> bdsm dom!09!soap, pain kink etc. requested

Best Reality (Laswell x Fem!Reader)

-> you’re laswell’s wife and it’s just soft fluff about waking up together in bed, loving each other. requested

Undercover Part VI

-> After you’re allowed to get up and move around in a wheelchair, you begin to open up about what happened with Makarov; his plans, and you begin to process some things. You have a formal introduction to Sergeant Kyle “Gaz” Garrick.

Undercover Part VII

-> Taking a break from telling your experiences, Soap and you spend the day together; leaving the room without telling anyone which sends half of the team into a panic. Classic Soap Antics. (subject to change)

Hockey Fight (Soap x Fem!HockeyPlayer!Reader)

-> technically hockey fight will not be the title, but it’s a short wip about soap dating a woman who plays hockey and witnesses a brawl on ice for the first time. soap never really watched hockey too much before dating you.

Hockey Win (Gaz x Fem!HockeyPlayer!Reader)

-> gaz is a life long hockey fan and he witnesses you winning your playoffs <3

Hockey Fight (Gaz x Fem!HockeyPlayer!Reader)

-> gaz’s reaction to a brawl you were involved in on ice.

The Tempest (Price x GN!Captain!Reader)

-> a series i’ve been thinking for a few months. none of the chapters are ready for release, though. basically you and price have history and are forced to work together, along with your task forces. a lot of angst, a lot of heartbreak—but also a lot of self discovery.

Over The Hill (Ghost x Fem!Reader)

-> hanahaki au but you and ghost are lowkey toxic fwb. a lot of angst. i mean it. a lot. A LOT. haven’t decided if this would be a mini series or a one shot.

Chiroptophobia (Roommate!Gaz Series)

-> you meet kyle’s task force for the first time and you bond over humiliating gaz with his phobia of bats.

Sick Moments (Soap Edition)

Sick Moments (Price Edition)

I believe that is all…. this is embarrassing. i need to find time to write everything!!! AGH.

I’m not tagging anyone because i’m NERVOUS but you guys can absolutely use this post as an indirect tag for yourself!!

#writer struggles #i have so many wips #wip game #call of duty #crow’s rambles

[puhpandas]

Honestly you've probably gotten this ask or something similar before, but I offer you my Beckory crumbs anyway. Don't feel the need to post this or anything, I just wanted to rattle this off somewhere lol.

Lately I've been bouncing a concept around in my brain where Tony and Gregory are both controlled by Afton, which leaves Ellis and Monty as the heroes of the adjacent Security Breach.

Maybe instead of Tony presumably dying or at the very least getting attacked at the ending of GGY by Gregory, he's instead pulled into the same mind control and the two end up as partners in crime. Both boys subsequently go missing instead of continuing their daily lives, prompting Ellis to go searching for his best friends in the last place anyone had seen them at. There, he meets a decommissioned Monty Gator who, due to not being on because of Glamrock Bonnie's very abrupt (and painful) return to the spotlight, is the only one not controlled by the virus. They navigate through the Pizzaplex together similarly to how Gregory and Glamrock Freddy do in the game, which according to Monty has pretty much been flipped upside-down.

I wanna say Tony reappears pretty quickly, like a stand-in for Vanessa, but leaning more into the "deceptively kind" aspect, as he tries to trick Ellis into walking right into his death. Likewise Gregory, or GGY/Dr. Rabbit is the replacement for Vanny, and actively pursues Ellis with clear intentions. From there it's up to Ellis to either try and find a way to free his friends from their curse, or to end them, or even escape altogether without looking back. There's presumably a whole confrontation between Monty and Bonnie, Dr. Rabbit takes Freddy's head after they manage to decommission his body, Ellis does lots of reflecting through the course of the events on how he kinda acted shitty towards Tony and regrets letting him dig so deeply into things on his own to where he ended up like this.

Also had the thought on the topic of Tony and Gregory working as a sort of double "Vanessa/Vanny" unit respectively, Tony's costume would be a bear to play into the parallels between Fronnie and Beckory. Maybe Vanessa replaces Cassie, or hell, maybe even Crystal, Luis or Cassie's dad. Not sure, it's just my excuse to have an AU where Beckory are evil boyfriends and are shadowed by their equally as evil gay robotic parental figures. Is it cliché? Yeah, absolutely, but them both being mentally brainwashed and still simultaneously being able to finally navigate their feelings for one another is a really tasty concept to me.

AGH YES I've thought about a glitchtrapped tony au where he and Gregory are under the virus at the same time and have to deal with that and have little moments where they're free together and are able to be miserable and scared as themselves. of course Tony's name would be Tarbell. I've never done much with that au but man... this is making me think more about glitchtrapped tony

ellis protag with a monty plot with bonnie is so interesting and it gives screentime to everyone and everything. in my au I had Gregory accidentally free himself and then in sb he would want to free both tony and vanny who are working together against him but seeing glitchtrapped beckory in action next to eachother is a great idea

#pandas.txt #pandas talks #pandas asks #au #glitchtrapped tony #beckory #gregory #tony #ellis #monty

[hyperfreaksating]

Listen Kidd is probably the worst fucking person to ever look over kids I am aware, but I can easily see him becoming the triplets favorite guy ever (ironically, because Law tries his best to be a good influence and they all can’t stand him at first to some extent)

Worst guy ever.

Rory starts sobbing out of nowhere?„Why’s he crying?“ „You think a drag of my blunt would calm him down-„ „NO!“

Blaze holding his hands up to Bepo going „Beep-Boop!“? Bepo is delighted „Eeeeee so cute! I’m his uncle Beep-Boo-„ „THE FUCK DID YOU JUST CALL MY FRIEND YOU LITTLE SHIT?“

Skye toddles up to him and gives him a kiss on the cheek? „Agh! Don’t do that you little slut.“ „SHE’S THREE YEARS OLD DONT CALL HER A SLUT!!!“

And yet he’s their favorite because he’ll see them bang on the table with their tiny hands, making the glasses jump and getting cigarette ashes everywhere, but doesn’t go „Ohh oh no kid don’t do that.“ but just gives them the horns and goes „Yeaaah! Fuck it up you little punk! Killer get a load of this little anarchist here!“

Yes. 100%. Totally. Listen Red and Bugs definitely shouldn't ask him to watch their kids but..... the others would tame him a little right ?.... and they really need alone time (not to cook another bunch of triplets - they're done with that for a little while, Rory Skye and Blaze are good contraceptives - no just to sleep and shower) so... you know hey fuck off let's give the punk a try ok. (This OR they still aren't aware Kid is here when GROAR come for babysitting. When they discover it they threat to fire the messy band but too bad their three little goblins hyper attached to them already!)

Oh gosh this crossover has SO MANY DELIGHTFUL POTENTIAL my dear anon.

I think that Law would be Rory's favorite tho. Because. Obviously. Later, when Rory will be a teen, they would sigh and rant together over the global stupidity of people around them. And how amazing would it be if Law became his mentor figure like Corazon was for him? The clown cycle would repeat.

Osha are the parent's favorite because... Responsabilities and kindness much. Being the older sibling and then a cook for the Whitebeard concert hall , having to deal with this young rookie named Ace and making him eat vegetables teached them a thing or two. Even under the REALLY BAD INFLUENCE of Kid they always do a bunch of meal prep and clean all the flat before Bugs and Red come back. Immediately gaining points. (Without them they definitely wouldn't have any contract in the cross guild label, they and killer are the dogs, Law and Kid are the cheetahs. They are the big buff enby Law need to release, when he has to violently scream out his angst he does it in their chest - oh I have to draw this.)

And I think that Killer is the best babysitter because dealing with his boyfriend 24/7 is already babysitting let's be honest.

Ending this post by saying. Listen this is modern AU but devil fruit and stuff still exist, chopper would still be a reindeer, not taking the fun out of one piece here ok. Now. In this AU it's Kid who gave his devil fruit to Blaze. Just for fun.

#buggy the clown #redbomb family #redbombshipping #redbomb triplets #trafalgar op #law one piece #eustass kid #killer one piece #one piece oc #one piece au #GROAR band #G.R.O.A.R

[reploidbuddy]

Hi!! I just spent the last two days reading At Hope's End and I'm so so OBSSESED with the AU and world building and the character relationship you wrote!!!!!! The found family energy is through the roof and honestly I want more stjyklgjlgsahlkg

I also very appreciate the detail that they change outfits throughout the story. I saw that you did include art with their design but somehow it doesn't show up for me 💀💀 but the description is clear enough that my imagination can run with it lol.

Anyway, I love love loveeee the story and I look foward to any future plan with it (if you do have any) You're amazing!!!!

Aaaaaagh 💜💜💜💜 thank you so much for the sweet ask, this was so heartwarming to wake up to!!! I'm so happy you enjoyed it so much, it brought me so much joy to write that story and share it 💜💜 especially the character bonds, these were definitely my favorite part!! There’s so much lore that had to be cast aside for the story (the Zeti society is the biggest example; they're not in contact long enough to really explain anything but I had a lot of notes!)

And agh thanks for reminding me about the images!! They used to be there but for some reason they disappeared? I'm not sure what happened. I used a personal discord server for the image links but kaybe I did something to the channeI like changing its name and ao3 was unable to find the pics again? (Curse ao3 needing a link rather than just inserting a file lmao) Not sure what happened exactly but I put them back in Welcome Aboard the Maria but didn't have time for At Hope’s End and I completely forgot about it!! They're ready to be put back I just gotta do it! I’ll try to put them back this weekend or next week, thanks for the accidental reminder! Shouldn't be too hard to find the places they go since I put *** between them and the text every time ^^

For the moment, I try to focus on Where the Water Narrows, but... There might be a one-shot collection coming at some point. There's a lot I want to tell about this world and the crew, but it wouldn't fit for a big story. (I had a sequel idea at some point, but while the Problem™ was interesting, the rest of the story was a bit of a mess and the ending was a big confusing mess in my mind so it'll remain on the backburner for a while if not forever) BUT. Point is, I'd like to eventually put out those one-shots, I have a few ideas already from crew backstories to extra post-fic things with an in-between of out-of-crew stories. If you ever see "Tales from the Deep Seas" cross your notifications, that's the one *wink wink*

#thanks again for the sweet ask 💜💜 #always makes me happy to see someone enjoying the stories!! #asks #duawawawa

[captainjacklyn]

Azul Ashengrotto x Great White Shark!reader AU

Pairing : Azul Ashengrotto x Shark!reader

Warning(s) : some curse words so if for some reason it bothers you, you are welcome to step away. Reader is gender neutral but you will mostly be referred to as..well you.

For those who wished to be tagged : @rosie-xeilia @buzzybeethings @multifandomsimpster @darkfaethedestroyer @ikemen-lover-story @kawasbaby @daily-average @o01101bean11010o @norispills @voidofthenight @angry-sheep @loverofanimeboyz @sakuram1nt @ichigorose @mauviii

The love story of a shark and an octopus Part 7 FINALE :

Yes, another time skip. These last few months had been a blast. You and the trio did all kinds of crazy actives. Some were fun, exciting, messy or even difficult to get through and as well as risky. Others didn't always end well, but you had each other and that's that mattered.

But of course, all good things must come to an end. Such as the year rapidly reaching its end too. The idea was truthfully really gloomy, you didn't wanna leave, not yet at least, you still had so much to do with everyone !

And...Last year's catastrophic events took so much away. All the times you could've have spent alongside one another, all of that was wasted !

It felt frustrating, just knowing the fact was frustrating enough.

Nonetheless you were still grateful to have been able to see the boys again. Especially Azul, he'd gotten a lot smarter, tactful, stronger and...even more handsome than last time but he was always beautiful so...

!!!

Woah. Got carried away there. Remember. Your friendship is strictly platonic [Name] ! Although you do have this weird feeling in your stomach when you two interact...Azul often stutters when talking to you, he also averts his eyes away from yours...You and him blush too...a lot.

You know what fuck it, you fell in love with him a long time ago no denying THE TRUTH !

Even so...He and the twins will be leaving for NRC next year. Pfft- the look on your face when they announced to you how they received a letter to be accepted. You smashed right back on all of them like your first reunion ! I mean, who wouldn't be happy for their best friends and crush ?

This was a huge opportunity !

Although it would mean you were gonna be separated from then on. But it's ok ! You can just contact them and keep in touch, this way you'll never really be apart ! Right...?

And there goes the doubtful thoughts again, they always keep coming back to you. Why won't they just stop ?! You have a solution so why are you doubting every single idea that pops in your mind ?!

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Meanwhile...

"Ne~ Azul, when are you confessing to [Name]-chan ?" Floyd poked Azul's cheek in hopes to get a reaction out of him. "He's right, you've loved them for quite a while now. Don't you think it's time to do something about it ?"

The silver haired merman grumbled as he tried to ignore the tweels' teasing. Much to his dismay, they weren't done.

"Should we just tell them ourselves ?~" And with that, the octopus directly faced Floyd to protest on his idea as he grabbed ahold of his shoulders "Don't you dare tell them anything !"

"Oya oya Azul, no need to get so worked up." Jade continued to tease, "We were just joking~"

Floyd was laughing hysterically at his friend's flushed expression, Azul however, wasn't having any of it.

"You both aren't helping ! We'll be leaving in a few weeks and I don't want to go without at least telling [Name] how I feel about them !"

Jade's eyes widened as he was a bit surprised by the sudden declaration. Floyd was (despite being his identical twin) chuckling out of amusement until his mood did another 180 degree flip. "You better...It's becoming so boring to watch, I just wanna squeeze the truth out of the both of you for a change..."

The tako gulped moreover placed his hand on his shin, "I don't know if I should be upfront about it...or maybe- AGH FLOYD !!!"

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"*sigh*" you tried to take your mind off things with a little swim outside. It didn't help as much as you wished it to but you did enjoy watching a couple seahorse float around.

Upon your little adventure to spotted a tall rock with light shining onto it, that looks like a nice place to relax ! You thought to yourself, you swam towards the pillar of strength and laid on top.

the ray of sunlight that radiated on your cold skin comforted you. It was nice to have some warmth, sharks are cold blooded after all...

Closing your eyes, you remained on this boulder for a couple minutes, until something was tickling your nose.

Algea ? really ? you bitterly opened your eyes to find that there was indeed sea weed in front of you. Oh come on. What a bother, especially when you were finally starting to relieve the damn stress. Groaning, you turned on your left side to ignore it. But then...

Should I ?

You flipped around and ripped the sea plant of the rock, humming as you started to cut off the leaves while you repeated the words in your mind : He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not...

It was stupid, the princesses and princes who did this in fairytales always had what they wished for in the end.

I mean, it was fairly obvious that you were both pinning on one another. But you can't stop the what ifs, they're always there.

...

OK THAT'S IT, SUCK IT UP AND DO IT-

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A couple weeks turned into one, and a week turned into days. The both of you STILL hadn't confessed. Furthermore, you were a lot more distant with not only azul but the twins too. And Floyd was dying out of frustration. Was it because you were both too shy ? Were you nervous to say good bye ? Did you think that since they were going to study abroad you had to learn how to live without each other ? Or was it because you were busy with something ?

That was until a couple days turned into the last. This was going to be your final chance to confess to him before he went off, and for once, you were determined to get it right.

"Hey Azul !" you chirped right before he was about to swim back home. "O-oh what is it [Name] ?" he questioned, "Could you please meet me up up here in an hour ?" you handed him a small purple seashell with your writing on it. "Are those...directions ?" nodding, you continued "Yeah ! Just follow the instructions and meet me at the designed spot. 🎶I have a surprise~🎶"

And with that you started to swim away waving back at him, "don't forget ok !"

He looked confused as to why you would suddenly plan a surprise. Azul was hoping it wasn't a prank orchestrated by the pair of moray eels but since you asked he couldn't refuse.

An hour later, Azul was diving through the waters while stopping every few minutes to check where he was going. It's a good thing you're writing was legible, because there were so many specifications that he would instantly get lost !

Finally I should be...here ? Azul looked up from the small seashell you offered him to the big boulder you had previously spent your time on. The sun still glimmered through the cold ocean water as the sand reflected on the beautiful luminosity dancing as the waves crashed on each other creating an alluring sight to anyone passing by.

Colorful anemones, algae and corals adorned the tall mineral pillar. This was such a sight to behold, the merman couldn't resist the 'woah' that slipped from his mouth.

Mesmerized he didn't notice you hiding behind said boulder, your figure was hiding in the shadows, holding a small bouquet of sea flowers.

It's ok [Name] you can do this, so get out there- ! You took in a deep breath and slowly started to swim out of your hiding spot, bouquet behind your back.

The cecaelia immediately sensed your presence and watched as the light steadily beamed onto your huge tail. "[Name]...Did you do all of this ?" he asked, you then inclined eagerly and offered him one of your infamous grins "I thought it would be nice, you know- maybe we could use this as our anniversary spot ?"

"A-anniversary ? I don't remember us meeting here-whah ?!" you gut him halfway through his questions by pressing the sea flower bouquet in his arms. "Not that ! Our relationship anniversary !"

"I love you Azul ! I really do ! And if you would let me....could I ask you to be my partner ?" you spoke cheerfully and the octomaid couldn't help but stand there absolutely speechless. Now you were getting worried.

"I-I did- did I get the wrong signals...?" your expression was heartbreaking and he knew he messed up reacting the way he did. I mean his expression wasn't any better, he was really happy but really emotional about it. Anyone would think he was disappointed.

"No no ! I-you didn't ! I was just so stunned, I didn't expect it !" he rushed over to your side as he chuckled nervously trying to assure you that your feelings were reciprocated. "I love you too ! I sort of wanted to be the one confessing but it seems you still are a step ahead of me !"

and with that, you crashed into him giving Azul the biggest hug. Just lie when he accepted to once be friends with you, he accepted to be your significant other today.

Do you get deja vu yet ?

"I...think this happened before" still holding onto you, Azul stated something very true you couldn't help but laugh in return.

"haha..I guess it did." you continued to hold him for a little while until he pulled away. Holding your hands in his the boy who wad once bullied and hurt had evolved into someone so strong minded and graceful. He had been a stranger, a friend and he was know your partner.

"I'll be leaving tomorrow...But for now, how about we spend sometime together. Just the two of us ?" he smiled as you warmly looked back at him.

"That does sound nice..." you then began to tilt your head and look over his shoulder.

"DO YOU TWO PLAN ON COMING ALONG OR ARE YOU GONNA LEAVE ?" without even having to look back, the sound of a certain laughter immediately told Azul who was spying on you.

His smile dropped into a more 'I'm done with everything' face. "It's them, isn't it ?" he kept his voice low trying not to alert your surveilling pair.

"Mhm. It's them." keeping your loving smile, you kissed his cheek and swam towards the twins. "Now how much did you hear ?"

"PFAHAHAHAHAHA AZUL LOOKED SO STUPID BWAHAHAHA-" Floyd was rolling on the sand wheezing when Jade simply stood there smiling "congratulations !"

You could assume that they've seen most of it.

"I DID NOT !"

Placing your hands on your hips/sides you answered to the tako's counter, "Of course you didn't love, this eel just like messing with you." The random nickname made your octopus boy blush, now what was cuter then that ?

"Come on, let's get away from them." swimming back you grabbed ahold of your boyfriend's arm, giving him a teasing smile as you took him away.

"O-oh ok."

AND THAT IS THE END OF THE SHARK!READER SERIES !!!

thank you so much everyone I hope you enjoyed it, to all those that wished to be tagged you are tagged ! I hope you'll like this part as well !

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Have a fun time reading it !

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[violetvirus]

DUDE, YOUR AU IS SO COOLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!

trying to think of AU names. i should be studying but. IT'S COOL

tell me about Ao Lie. and Wukong, and his programming backstory. and why Tripitaka is in trouble with the government. and Nezha (obviously, as aroacenezha LMAO). i wanna know everything about that angry little cyberpunk guy. what's his junkyard look like? have any Ao Lie/Nezha spats? is he a main-ish character?

and how does this translate w/ the og story of JTTW? is this just a character idea kind of thing, or some ideas about the scrolls and journey to enlightenment?

look. you put out cool idea and now I will not stop talking. <3

AAAAAHAH THANK YOU!! yeah… not sure what i should name it yet agh…. But I'm sure i'll think of something more clever than cyberpunk jttw! eventually…

rubs hands together lets get to it heheh

ao lie and tripitaka's relationship is one of my favs to draw and write about currently, they both lean on each other super hard for support bc at their core they're both so lonely yet unable to reach out for help. ao lie often has tripitaka pick him up from parties or other events. their friendship has only stayed so strong because ao lie is so insistent that he would get to know the shut off tripitaka.

wukong's old programming was a secret project from the jade city government to raze areas marked as "undesirable" from the city. this is mostly places where resentment towards the government is growing, and poor areas. wukong's original programming was violent and obedient, he had no personality of his own and his only goal was to carry out the current command. but because of this, it was easier for tripitaka to rewire him, as robots with no set personality code can more easily be reprogrammed, as they're almost a blank slate.

ao lie and wukong… used to not like each other. at all.

but one night, they got the chance to actually talk to just each other. and after that, they became much friendlier to one another. i want to make a comic based off this so i can't say much for now…

tripitaka is in trouble with the government because he is against it. jade city's government is corrupt and ripe with nepotism. they try and lock out technology from reaching poor areas. so tripitaka builds and creates, so that the defenseless can defend themselves. tripitaka is technically an illegal citizen, nobody is really sure where he's from and he has no official papers stating he is a citizen of jade city. but he's been living in the slums since he was very young. tripitaka also gets into trouble for breaking and entering and trespassing, as he will sometimes need materials that aren't available on the black market and will take matters into his own hands. tripitaka can be a little badass, as a treat. (but i love book tripitaka too)

though this tripitaka is still a strict pacifist, so his crimes are all non-violent.

nezha!! little nezha thinks he looks very badass, but everyone else wonders… who the hell is dressing this kid LOL. nezha has first hand experienced the inequality of jade city from living in the slums and has becomes extremely protective over the people there. just on the outskirts of his town there is a junkyard he frequents. tripitaka goes there often too, for scrap metal, and sometimes nezha will bring him materials (if tripitaka asks nicely, lmao). when wukong was first sent to raze their town, nezha was able to pin him under steel pipes in the junkyard, making it so tripitaka could reprogram him. nezha is still extremely proud of this. im making a comic based on this moment….

nezha often will enter tripitaka's home without warning, so the first time he entered with ao lie there, he assumed the worst and jumped to defend tripitaka. ao lie found it hilarious and adorable. ao lie doesn't take nezha very seriously and reminds him often that he has no part in what his family does as he was disowned, but nezha is convinced otherwise and will pester tripitaka constantly to stop talking to ao lie.

nezha is a main character, he is the connection for tripitaka to the neighborhood. he acts a bit like a scout, alerting tripitaka to events that are happening or people that need help or things fixed. nezha seeks out tripitaka because he knows that tripitaka is dependable and wants the best for people.

as for how it translates to the og story of jttw… in my head, eventually, tripitaka is forced to leave Jade City with his robots and head west. i don't have it all figured out yet, but the scrolls would instead be like… some kind of data. sorry this part is so vague haha, in my head there is a closer resemblance. i currently have the story split into a few parts, and right now we're remaining in jade city.

thank you so much for asking!! i love rambling about these guys….

#thank you for letting me ramble!! i want to post a lot more information in the form of comics and infographs!! #apologies if my ramblings are incoherent... sometimes things only make sense in my head haha #jttw #journey to the west #au #alternative universe #cyberpunk #futurism #my art #cyberpunk jttw #tripitaka #tang sanzang #sun wukong #ao lie #bai longma #nezha #tripitaka with a crime list... is funny to me #i guess i will say tripitaka is still a buddhist in this!! but i will try and fit more of the religious theming from jttw...

[its-paperd]

angst + comfort: cross has a nightmare. he wakes up to realizing it was just a bad dream. somebody comforting him maybe

*crawls out of bed* i just had a stomachache so i know how to do this now /hj

[ character : cross ]

[ + ??? ]

Running. He thinks he's running.

Where? Who? Why? He doesn't know.

He just knows that he needs to run.

And so be did. He ran in the endless black void, with no direction, sweat dripping away from him as he did.

Until he felt pain in his non-existent stomach. Strange, considering he was a skeleton.

He groaned loudly and fell to the ground. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. It feels... gut-wretching. Stars. It hurt so much. But he still needs to run. Away from what ever is there that's chasing him.

He knows it's chasing him.

He attempts to crawl but with every movement he did, the pain in his stomach area increases. Tears was escaping from his eye sockets.

" Cross... "

No. No, no no no. It's close, it's CLOSE. " get.... up! c'mon— aGH!! " He shrieked in pain and agony as he tries to lift himself from the unseen ground beneath him. What makes it worse is that the ground seems to pull him down, sinking him.

He tries to pull his arms away from the ground but it also increases his pain ten times worst. Not to mention it consumes his structure faster.

Really, the only way to get out is to give in.

The voices continues to gain its echo as he pathetically struggles more.

" Cross... "

It hurts.

" Cross... "

So much...!

" SANS. "

He screamed.

|======|

Once he woke up, his head was spinning furiously. Cross was panting under his puddle of sweat. Carefully, he rose up from his bed, sitting up straight. He took a few deep breaths he practiced back then. He them checked the time.

3:06 AM.

He grunted under his breath as he rested his palm on his forehead. He didn't noticed the tears were still flowing until then. Cross tried to wipe them away but it was futile. He silently sobbed.

Where he was from, there wasn't anyone in the house. He grew tired from all the good and bad rivalries that he just went to the neutral side and hid away. He wouldn't even cared to ask that void-eyed kid to let him in the Omega Timeline. He didn't wanted to anyways.

So there was no one to ask for comfort. Well...

He glanced at the plush toy beside him. It was a medium-sized blue penguin he dubbed named Ice Cube. He stole it from one of the dying AUs he was almost trapped in. There was a moment of debating before he shrugged and grabbed the plush, hugging and sobbing into its shoulder.

Ice Cube is better company than any of those stressful monsters anyways.

#whoops did you ordered angst AND comfort? yeah well we ran out of stock. but you're lucky you had the last of it! :D /j #ok but seriously though i think this is all angst with a SMIDGE of comfort #ehhhh sorry?? :P #also just to be clear #my stomachache wasn't as BAD as Cross's i just wanted to write down the feeling and intensify it #anyways angst my beloved (derogatory) #✨ written paper'd #mailmail✉️ #cross sans #undertale au #utmv

[russilton]

AUGHH YOUR AU IS SOOO GOOOD. i've literally been brainworming it all day. george in general is pretty reserved despite how emotional he is, but rb!george is a WHOLE different kind of reserved. there's just this bratty, seeming uncaring front he puts up whenever he's at his lowest. but even despite it, he's still soft, to a certain degree. of course he fights against rb and max in the race before the break, but after it's obvious he still relents after all of it.

it's just. agh. he's fought so much and has a hardened shell to cover up how damn soft and polite he actually is, but rb's forced him to erase that and reinforce it all the same, and MANNN he is so fucked up.

i can't wait to read the actual thing if you end up writing it, but honestly all these snippets and art is keeping well fuckin fed. thank you so much for this au :D - @ruszhou

I wrote you this like, really great long monologue about how George’s trust issues develop, how each of the main people in RB teach him a new lesson in things he needs to either hide away, and how eventually he spends so long acting that it becomes harder and harder to remember who he was before. How Lewis caring about him makes him feel like an animal backed into a corner, because it either means Lewis is lying to him now as well, or he isn’t and George will be forced to look down at how his Redbull dream is rotting under his feet.

Then tumblr deleted it and didn’t save a draft, SIGH. Instead of trying to rewrite it, I’m going to offer you the first nsfw fic snippet from this au

I for sure want to write this, I know it’s going to take a while and it’s the most ambitious fic undertaking I’ve ever attempted. But to combat that a little I’m trying to write scenes as I feel driven to, prevent blank page syndrome. Here’s 1k of smut after George’s first win lol.

Red bull George Au spoilers under the cut.

Some little warning tags: mildly unsafe sex, slut shaming, feminised name calling

For such an imposing and unpredictable figure on track, George folds like paper when Lewis gets a firm grip on his hips, back arching smoothly and presenting his ass upwards, right into Lewis’ waiting hands. He’s gorgeous, Lewis wants to own him.

“I always manage to forget what a whore you are, Russell. What would your boss think of you like this, I wonder? So desperate you’ll let your rival fuck you?” He muses out loud, thumbs pushing his cheeks apart so he can rub firm circles into George’s hole, testing its give and attempting to humiliate George all in one. No reason to waste time, they both know how this goes.

“Rival? It took you 10 laps to overtake me on better tires. Rivals actually challenge you” even with his cheek pressed to the sheets and ass spread for Lewis, the Red bull driver still manages to sound bored and unimpressed, tilting his head to the side to look at Lewis with a raised brow. Fucker.

Lewis retaliates by pushing the tip of his dry thumb into George’s entrance It’s tight and not particularly comfortable for either of them, but George tenses up and pushes back, then moans long and low when Lewis spits directly on his hole. He takes the opportunity to lean over George, broader chest covering the slimmer man entirely as he works his spit covered digit inside, soft grunts from George encouraging him as Lewis gets his lips right next his ear

“You can pretend to be whatever you want out there. I’ll always know you’re just a brat who's begging to be ruined”

No matter how he’ll try to talk his way around it, the way his ass clenches on Lewis’ thumb tells the older man all he needs to know. He doesn’t waste time on waiting for whatever George’s next taunt will be; reaching forward instead to grab the lube off the hotel nightstand before flicking it open and drizzling a moderate amount right into the cleft of George’s ass. It’s cold, and he makes no attempt to warm it even as George jumps, just sets about scooping lube up with his index finger and working it into George.

While it’s fun to watch George quiver and shake on his knuckles, Lewis cock is starting to make an insistent appearance, aching mutely, pre-come welling at the head and threatening to drip messily into the sheets. He tugs his fingers roughly out of George, grinning at the protesting groan he gets in return. He takes a second to watch George clench around nothing but clear lube dripping lazily out of him, before smacking his ass sharply to get George’s attention.

“Condom?”

“Fuck that, just get on with it, come on” George grinds out, rubbing his forhead into the sheets and pressing back into the hand Lewis still has tight on his ass.

Lewis’ mind fills with degrading names, all the things he wants to call George, to tempt him into a reaction just the way he does to Lewis on track, but he forgoes them in favour of lining the blunt head of his cock up against George’s hole. He probably should have prepared him more, added another finger or some more lube, the size of him looking intimidating against the backdrop of George’s lithe frame.

George doesn’t seem to agree at least, whining high in his throat as he waits for Lewis to do something other than massage his ass and stare at himself. Needy bastard.

He waits until George opens his mouth again to say something before bucking his hips and fucking the first few inches in, punching a gasp out of George before he relaxes and moans from the stretch. The wanting noises continue to spill out of George’s lips until Lewis’ hips are pressed tight to his ass.

He can’t quite resist one last act of mocking, draping himself over George and pressing him into the bed so he can get his mouth up to George’s ear, biting the lobe and tugging it with his teeth before he continues.

“You’re made for this, Slut. Be useful for once, lie there and take it.”

He growls it right into George’s ear, deep and commanding, before pulling back and fucking in hard enough to make their skin slap together. For once, George shuts up, jaw clenching around a shout as Lewis sets a rhythm that should keep him quiet. Like this, he’s stunning, Lewis thinks, letting his eyes rove lazily over George’s tanned arms and smooth, muscled shoulders. His ribs dip into a small waist and hips where Lewis holds him tight enough it’s sure to leave bruises, hauling George back onto his cock to make sure his thrusts push as deep as possible. His ass is gorgeous, slapped red and marked, and he swallows Lewis so well. Lewis can’t resist leaning back and using his thumbs to spread George’s ass so he can stare at his dick disappearing into him, almost like magic. Lewis has enough self love to say confidently he’s bigger than average. Plenty of partners and some opportunistic photographers have pointed that out to him. Compared to George’s tiny little hole he should be threatening, but George really does seem custom built for this, keening high and long at the stretch around his entrance that Lewis is pulling wider.

“F-fuck, I knew y-y-you had an ego, but are you j-just watching yourself?” Russell’s attempt at a barb would hit more sharply if Lewis couldn’t hear the slight desperation on his breath, words stuttering out around each glide over his prostate. He’s not mad that Lewis is looking at himself. He’s mad that Lewis has slowed in his thrusts to do so.

“Are you really that desperate? Can’t behave for five seconds because you’re just too greedy?”

“W-why would I behave for you?”

“Because if you think anyone else is going to put up with your attitude to fuck you, Princess, you’re lying to yourself”

“Am I? You seem pretty happy to”

“I like watching you walk around out there acting like a prince, when I know you’re just a bitch, who wants to be filled. My bitch”

He’s over discussing this with George now, wants to remind him just who he is at his core under the bravado and hubris, so he yanks George’s legs out from under him, forcing George flat onto the sheets under him so he’s trapped between the mattress and Lewis’ cock spearing him open. George gasps, screwing his eyes shut and rubbing his head into the fabric below him like it will help him escape the sensations overwhelming him. Lewis takes the chance to kiss his cheek, grinning when George swears at him, before he plants his forearms for leverage and starts thrusting again, hard and fast.

Now he’s finally got George where he wants him he takes a chance to kiss over the smooth tanned shoulders below him, biting at the back of George’s collar where it should be well hidden. He’s not an asshole, no matter how much he wants to mark George up and watch him walk back into the red bull garage.

His skin is sweaty and tastes faintly of champagne that must have leached through his fire suit on the podium. The sting of second place feels a lot less sharp when the driver on first is shuddering apart under him. He times a well angled thrust with a sharp scrape of teeth over the younger man’s neck, just to hear George cry out his name, high and desperate.

#britcedes #gewis #4463 #hoecedes #mark’s fic tag #asks #ruszhou #redbull george au

[swampratsstuff]

Part 4

Levi x fem!reader

vampire au

“What about him?”

You looked over to the crusty looking soldier that Jane pointed out. You swallowed your sweet, alcoholic beverage and cringed. At both the alcohol and her suggestion.

“Absolutely not.”

“Okay…. What about him?”

She pointed to another man, definitely more attractive than the first, but not your type at all. Frat boys. Bleh.

“You don’t know me at all.”

“Fine,” she sighed in defeat. “I guess you’ll stay a virgin forever.”

She giggled as she sipped her own drink and you slugged her arm lightly. “I’ll just marry you, I don’t need a man.”

——

That night was the last night you saw her. You had been so out of it you hadn’t even thought about her, let alone dreamed about your best friend. This was the first good sleep you’ve had in a really long time.

Before you could open your eyes, you felt a heaviness in your hand. Beeping in your ears. Where were you?

“What the hell,” you murmured as your eyes fluttered open and bright light blinded you. You lifted your arm to shield your eyes and saw the IV in your hand.

Your heart dropped into your stomach as you sat up quickly. You expected to be in a hospital room but instead were in a room that looked more like a lab. You were on a cold, metal table with a pillow laid under your head while you slept.

How did you get here? Where was here?

You snapped your head towards the door at the sound of footsteps. Levi stepped into the room, a teacup in his hand. He looked up at you, surprise and relief evident on his face.

“Shit. Hey! She’s awake!” He called out. Loud, running footsteps echoed down the hallway outside of the room.

Levi set his cup down and came to your side.

“What’s happening? What happened?”

A brunette woman with an eyepatch and glasses came running into the room.

“Yes! You lived!”

She grinned gleefully at you as she ran up beside Levi. She reached a hand out to touch you and you instantly recoiled in fear, nearly throwing yourself off the table.

“Hange!” Levi barked, snatching her hand before it reached you. “She’s scared, give her a minute.”

She pulled her hand back and gave you an apologetic smile. “Sorry, sorry. Are you okay? How are you feeling?”

“I’m confused,” you said warily, not leaving your defensive position on the table. “Where am I?”

You looked at Levi who opened his mouth to answer but the woman answered instead. “Sorry, Clover. Clover, right? You’re in my lab. I’m Hange Zoë.”

“Hange is an old acquaintance, she won’t hurt you, I promise. She saved you.”

“Saved me?” Your mouth dried and you looked between the two of them, desperate for answers.

“Acquaintance? Ouch.” Her attention turned back to you. “You were attacked last night, my dear. Nearly completely drained. Short stuff over here found you barely breathing- brought you here. Luckily I have a whole stock of human blood of all different types.”

She was oddly cheerful for telling you you nearly died.

“Who did this to you?” Levi’s voice was low. Dangerous. He sounded pissed.

You sighed and thought hard. What was the last thing you remembered? Flashes of memories passed through your mind.

The green dress. Levi’s attempt at a compliment. His fingers on your back. Agh, stop. More important thing. You two going outside. Laying in the grass. Levi getting a call, telling you to stay there. Red hair.

Your throat tightened as your memories flooded back. Zeke’s friend, his body on top of yours. His fingers pressed so hard into your wrist, they were sure to leave bruises. You look down to see purple marks on your skin. You reached up to touch the tender flesh where his fanged pierced you.

“Floch,” you finally croak out, begging yourself internally not to cry. All you do is cry. “He said his name was Floch.”

“Little bastard. He must have thought you were dead,” Levi hissed, his fists clenching into tight balls.

He had never liked the creep. He had never liked any of Zeke’s friends. He despised Zeke.

You looked down to your crumbled dress. Dirt littered your arms, feet, and hands. You wanted to scrub off any reminder of the night. You needed to scrub off any reminder of Floch’s touch.

“Can we go back home? I need to bathe,” you said quietly. Home. Is that what that place is to you now?

“I really need you to stay so I can monitor you a little longer, if that’s okay.”

“How long?” Levi asked her.

“At least the rest of the day.”

“What about Zeke? Won’t he notice me gone?”

Levi grabbed his phone and checked the time. 6:45 a.m.

“He’ll be away for a few days. That’s what the call last night was about,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Stay here, I’ll go take care of Zeke.”

Lucky break.

He turned on his heels and stalked out of the room without so much as a goodbye. Just left you alone with a stranger in a lab.

Asshole.

“So, can I take that off and you can shower here? You can borrow my clothes.” She gestures towards the IV in your hand. You hesitantly held it out for her.

“Why do you have so much human blood?” You asked her skeptically as she worked to remove the IV, wincing when she pulled the needle out.

“That does look strange, doesn’t it?” She laughed. “I study it. I was the one who created synthetic blood drinks actually. I’m trying to find a cure.”

Your eyes widened in pleasant surprise. “A cure? For vampirism? Why?”

“It’s crazy I know,” she sighed happily. “I don’t want to have to survive off of blood anymore, or for the future generations to have to either.”

“So… you don’t drink from humans?”

“Nope! Not at all.”

That made you feel considerably better. You noticed her fangs weren’t out like every other vampire- including Levi- who talked to you. Slowly but surely you could learn to trust her.

She showed you to her bathroom. You stripped yourself down and let the water and soap wash away the night before. The dirt, the emotions. All of it.

After pulling on the clothes Hange lent you, you walked out to find her cooking breakfast.

“What other stereotypes about vampires are wrong?”

She turned her head from the eggs she was scrambling at the stove. She smiled wildly.

“I’m so glad you asked. Give me just a minute.”

She finished breakfast for the two of you, and placed the plates on her small table. She then proceeded to explain to you all the wrong stereotypes and the complete history of vampires on Paradis Island. She talked for what felt like hours.

She explained that they are relatively similar to regular humans. They need sleep, they eat regular food, can go out into the sunlight, and age just at a slightly slower pace. They require blood to survive but it is not necessary to live completely off of it. It just makes them feel better, helps them heal, keeps them healthier. It’s very tasty to them too, according to Hange, depending on the blood type. Her synthetic blood was a very good substitute for those who don’t feel comfortable feeding off of humans but human blood made vampires much stronger. It’s essentially what gives them their supernatural abilities.

She said she couldn’t explain why virgin blood made such a difference. She half wondered if it was just a stereotype they indulged in because it sounded cooler.

One of the most interesting things that explained why everyone here was a vampire was that they reproduced like humans. They were all born as vampires, but have the ability to turn others, though it’s not necessary.

Most are descendants of a girl that came into contact with a vampire. Her supernatural abilities were applauded and coveted, so they forced her to breed and turn others. Eventually, most of the people on Paradis Island were vampires.

“How do you get human blood then?”

“Ah! We have human colonies.”

You stared at her, terribly confused. “Then… then why was I taken from Marley?”

Her face fell as she sighed. “Well, partly because you’re Marlyean. It’s illegal to make Eldian’s slaves here. So slave traders take people from Marley by force or blackmail. Sometimes they’re even sold.”

“It’s mostly the rich and noble that participate in slave trading. Boredom gets the better of them. I think people like Zeke just like having ownership over someone else. I’m so sorry you’re having to be a pawn in their sick game.”

Tears stung at your eyes. Just a pawn in their sick game. That’s truly what it felt like. Just an unlucky little pawn.

The door opened to Hange’s place. You hastily wiped away any tears that fell onto your rosy cheeks as Levi walked into the kitchen.

“Welcome home, dear.”

Levi ignored Hange’s comment as his eyes landed on you. He could tell something was wrong. You could tell he wanted to ask. You shook your head, letting him know not to.

“How did it go?” You asked him.

“I was able to rush him out, and told him you were still sleeping. He’ll be gone for at least 3 days or so.”

You let out a sigh of relief. A very much needed break from being fed on. From Zeke.

“We should head back, I’m sure you’re still exhausted.” He was right, you were still exhausted. You had a good rest but the amount of blood loss you’ve had recently and coming out of the daze you’ve been in, had you feeling like you could sleep for another 10 hours.

But the more you thought about it the more you weren’t ready to go back to that castle. You weren’t ready to go back to your room where you weren’t allowed to leave. The suffocating feeling you get when you hear the door click and the lock buzz.

“I’m not ready,” you whispered, looking away from his steel eyes. “Can we stay at a hotel or something?”

He stared at you as he contemplated your words. He couldn’t blame you for not wanting to go back. He can hear the way your heart accelerates when the door to your room is about to close. He knows the pain you’ve endured there.

“It would be dangerous. Your smell is….” Mouthwatering. “Different. And strong. You could be recognized or worse, attacked.”

You looked back at him. Annoyance shifted onto your face, and you did nothing to hide it. You wanted him to know that you were upset, as childish as it was. He was completely right, but you couldn’t help it.

“I have a guest room. You’re welcome to stay as long as you’d like, in exchange for one little thing,” Hange interjected.

“What is it?” Levi asked, clearly annoyed himself. He already knew the answer.

“Let me take some more of your blood,” Hange said, then quickly corrected herself when she saw the way your face paled. “For research! Your blood is like nothing I’ve ever seen before. You were able to take any kind of other blood and it was like your blood infected the other cells. I had to test it to make sure you could get the transfusion earlier. It was incredible.”

“No. She’s not going to be your science experiment, Hange.”

You snapped your head at Levi. Who was he to answer for you? If this was all you had to do to get just one day away from your prison, you were going to.

“Yes, I will be. You can take as much as you want.” Levi’s face was unchanged but you saw the way his eyes darkened. Why were you all of a sudden being so defiant?

Brat.

Hange practically squealed with glee. “Thank you so much! I really think it could help me on my mission to find a cure. My guest room is yours, my darling. There’s only one bed, but Levi can take the couch in there.”

Levi sighed in defeat. There was no going back now. He wasn’t going to kidnap you to take you back. At least he can take a nap and know you’re safe.

You smiled and followed Hange back to her lab room. She took a little blood, and said she’d take a little more later. She gave you iron supplements to help with the blood loss and told you to get some rest before she took more. You were happy to oblige.

When you entered the guest room, Levi was laid out on the couch. The tension in the room was evident as you crawled into the queen sized bed. You stripped the uncomfortable pants you had on and dropped them to the floor once you were under the cover of the sheets.

Levi heard the pants hit the floor and his heart practically stopped. A blush crept onto his cheeks and he tossed onto his side, facing the back of the couch. He couldn’t help but imagine you under the covers, in just your panties. How easy it would be to access your core.

His pants tightened involuntarily and he inwardly groaned. He’s seen you naked and this is what gets him hot and bothered?

You pulled the covers tight to your chin and closed your eyes, desperate to get some more sleep. But the way Levi’s body tossed and turned on the squeaky couch was extremely distracting.

“Can you not?” You finally grunted. The squeaking stopped and the room was silent for just a split second.

“Not what?”

“Make so much noise,” you snapped.

“What crawled up your ass? I’ve never seen you like this.”

“Oh I’m sorry I’m not just being sad, pitiful Clover.”

“Tch.”

He rolled over once again, a scowl forming on his face. Both of your chests heaved up and down in annoyance. When he rolled over one more time, you finally sat up and stared at him.

“Are you uncomfortable or something?”

He rolled his eyes, but gave you an answer. “Yeah an old couch isn’t exactly the most comfortable thing to sleep on when you haven’t slept in days.”

A pang of guilt shot through you. In days? Levi was known for not sleep much at all- so little that there was a rumor he didn’t have a bed at all- but days were a long time. Was that your fault?

Sighing in your own defeat after an argument in your head, you decide to let him in bed with you. Against your better judgement.

“Just get in the bed, Levi.”

His eyes widened slightly. That was a terrible idea. “No, I’m fine.”

“I swear to the Maker, Levi. I’m not in the mood. Just get your ass in this bed so I don’t have to listen to that forsaken couch.”

You heard him grumble something under his breath as he sat up. He hesitantly walked over to the other side of the bed and stopped before pulling the covers back.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” you grunted, pulling the covers back over you and flopping onto your side to face away from him. A blush crept onto your face as you began to second guess this idea.

You felt the covers be pulled back. A breeze went across your backside before the bed dipped behind you, and then Levi’s hip brush you. You both stiffened and you felt him scoot away.

You both laid in silence for a minute before he turned over and you heard him gasp behind you. You turned quickly to look at him.

His eyes were wide and his fangs were extended. You stared at him.

“Sorry, I just… your smell..”

Your whole body heated as you went beat red. You were embarrassed but… something else. Something sinful crawled up your spine at his words and you bit your lip involuntarily as you stared at his fangs. They scared you on anyone else. But on Levi… they made you feel hot. Made you rub your thighs together and look away in embarrassment.

“It’s okay,” you whispered and turned away again.

As you tried to sleep, your brain wouldn’t shut off. Your body wouldn’t shut off. It wanted you to push your ass back towards him. Your body started moving on its own and you slowly inched towards him, hoping he wouldn’t notice that it was deliberate. You felt your ass brush against his hip. You stiffened slightly but forced yourself to relax. Your heart was beating ridiculously fast.

It like a drum in his ear. A song enticing him, seducing him. It was an indication to his own body to turn over on his side toward you. To push his hips into your back side, as you both bit back a sigh.

Both of your bodies involuntarily reacting to each other’s closeness. It was stupid. It was careless. Neither of you had let another person effect you like this. But both of you wanted- no needed- the feeling and warmth of the other.

His hand slid its way over your hip and he gripped tightly, rolling your ass into his hardened cock. You bit your lip harshly to keep your groan in. You hadn’t been consensually touched like this in so long. The tension was erotic. His hardness felt so good.

Your smell was pulling him in. He wanted you so bad in every way. Your own brain swam with images of him touching you and kissing you and biting you. What would him feeding off of you feel like? Would it be different than Zeke? You wanted to find out. You were willing to find out.

He sighed deeply in frustration and forced himself to wrap his arm tightly around your waist and stuff his face into your back.

He couldn’t cross anymore lines with you. He wouldn’t.

You sighed in your own sexual frustration. But his arms around you were so comfortable and inviting. Your snuggled yourself into him and ran your hand along his arm until your hand covered his. He hesitantly extended his fingers so you could lace yours through his.

The two of you fell asleep soon after you relaxed. It was the best sleep Levi had had in years. Being close to another warm body who made you feel safe was what you both needed.

The consequences could wait until you were rested.

#levi fanfiction #aot au #vampire au #aot fanfiction #levi aot #levi x reader #levi x you #reader has name #royal au #zeke yeager #modern au

[liloinkoink]

i love your writing agh. ive always wondered what your process is- like, on starting to write a fic, do you set up notes for the universe or the scene or do you just write jump in and build on the first draft? i just think that stuff is interesting to talk about

ooh thanks for asking! it's a really fun question i would be happy to answer. i will say, there's really two main ways i approach writing, so i'll tell you about both. im going ot mostly use lamplight pieces as an example since lamplight is on my mind, but feel free to ask me abt other fic as well

.....im gonna readmore this bc otherwise itll be long, but the tl;dr of my process is a focus on the question "what's the point?"

so, point. usually when i write something, i try to have an outline, but i rarely stick to them exactly. take 20 questions from lamplight (picked bc its like, 500 words, so if you dont know it its a quick read). i didnt make an outline for this one bc it's so short, but if i did, id have probably said something like...

ren and martyn traveling sometime in the middle of the plot. introduce the way they communicate--lighting up for yes/happiness, dimming for no/displeasure. make it clear the fire is ren despite the fact martyn isn't using his name, include the fact ren is a god (but martyn is still martyn about this), include martyn's armor being enchanted by ren

what im doing with this outline is three things. one, the literal plot. two, the details i think are most important to include, three (and most vitally) the purpose of the scene.

as i said, to me, the most important question in planning writing (or in writing in general) is "what's the point?"

20 questions had a lot of different driving points, since i was trying to introduce basically the entire concept of the au in a short amount of words. ren's mode of communication, status as a god, and allusions to his powers, plus his relationship to martyn, their general situation... when i opened notes to write 20 questions, i asked "why am i telling you this? what's the point of writing this?" and the answer was "introduce lamplight," so that's what this fic was.

in most of my oneshots, the point is usually some emotion im trying to evoke or an analytical idea i want to share. the points are, honestly, usually what i start with when planning these. theyre me going i need you to understand this, so how am i going to tell it to you? the point of the rhythm of cold fists for example is that i think scar threw the finale fight, so i was trying to examine what would have lead him to make that decision.

(this is the oneshot i thought was quickest to explain the point of, originally i picked a different one and this paragraph was MUCH longer)

in longer stuff i usually keep notes like.... an upcoming lamplight piece (if you dont mind spoilers) im considering is this

first few days of traveling, before the inn scene and ren is in a lanter. martyn accidentally drops ren into water/a river. establish ren's fire cant be put out + ren and martyn have a more comfortable relationship than normal paladins and gods (cuz other paladins would Not get away with this). martyn's trying to decide if he's fine with following ren and being able to laugh this off is how he does that

so ive asked myself: whats the point of this scene? well, martyn is trying to figure out if he likes ren or not in the first week of meeting him, or if swearing himself to ren in a moment of desperation was equal to / worse than the place they were escaping. he cant talk to ren and find out ren's a decent guy, so hes going to have to find out through an accidental test of ren's character: royally fucking up as a paladin and seeing how the god hes following handles it. its also establishing a worldbuilding detail (ren cant be put out) on top of defining their relationship. lots of points being made here in both this specific instance and the world/plot at large

for all this ive said abt lamplight and outlines... none of lamplight until this week has had outlines. ive been mostly just jumping into my third life fic with no plan, driven literally EXCLUSIVELY by asking "what is the point?" and a desperate need to answer it

often with unoutlined pieces, this is paired with a specific visual i want to achieve. the tavern piece was more visual than point driven, and the visual was... actually the idea of embers in the burning building surrounding martyn like fireflies. i abandoned that visual for the idea of ren materializing in the flame, however, bc once i thought of that it became the driving visual i needed to see realized instead

i actually abandon details like that a lot in my writing. ill plot a scene based on 10 details and 2 points, and ill change 9 of those details because i found different ones while the points don't really budge. honestly, i hardly even look at my outlines when im actively writing--ill reference them when i start a new scene, but theyre really more for organizing my thoughts into clear points. my missing or obstructed outline doesnt look anything at all like what ive written, but the points of the story are all in-tact.

...this is long enough as is so i wont talk abt my thoughts on first drafts and editing them, but i do have them. i hope this was interesting to you, bc i had a lot of fun thinking about it!

#oink asks #anonymous #lamplight au #(a little) #if you want an essay ask me the point of might be best to not look back #bc i typed a TON abt that and then went hm. thats not the Point of this ask

[honeybeewhereartthee]

PINK KKOMAS KOHAKU OUKAWA 85

Spoiler for my stories

Doll remember something: wait who hated au of dolls?

Blood: >.> Blood Nii don't want to upset little doll if you knew.

Doll: you shouldn't said earlier then! I will not get sleep if I don't know who!

Blood, pats Doll head: well, I for one don't like ritsu sakuma of your world.

Doll:>.> Understandable.

Blood: I don't have good first Express of you either...

Doll: I keep blaming you, good statement.>.>

Blood:hmm. Your world aira Shiratori keep going to Crystal Hearts AU too. Aira of that world don't like him either.

Doll: CAUSE HE WAKE UP, THAT WEIRD MC?

blood: also calling them mc and then being a cousin of wataru would always take the name very serious.

Doll:...

Blood: your world of dolls is insult to them actually who know some sentient stuff yet like puppets can't do anything about it.

Doll:...

Doll: well, that's their problem. I don't do crap like fae and alike anyway. So cool. 🎶 (´ε｀ )

Blood: so your ok now?

Doll: I felt you don't say all the names of people who dislike my au. But I will say, suck to be them then.

Blood: I heard that other au are made to circle around your au.

Doll: what.

Blood: it's nothing.

Doll: your a weirdo.

Blood: hey now, thats very rude to say. (◕દ◕)

Doll: isn't it more hilarious cause you and me are the same person.

Blood: then your a weirdo too.

Doll: i never said I wasn't. (´ε｀ )my owners love us either way.

Blood: you most really care for your world mc.

Doll: of course. They are my owner and dollmaker. They give me chance to be human like them. Being human means, we won't be left once their time run out. We can held their hand through old age. No one would be left behind.

Blood: old age huh... I'm actually the oldest of a kkomas. Ahaha.

Doll: is that why you wanna be the stupid blood Nii?

Blood: I'm treated like a boss in my au. I wanna be treated differently I guess. To vibe with everyone.

Doll: what an old man statement.

Blood: the second oldest is Bee.

Doll: what.

Blood: well, at least how long he keep dying.

Doll: he don't act like his age.

Blood: cause this is a free world. We don't need to act like that.

Doll: you act like suspicious asshole still through.

Blood: what a foul mouth you have.

Doll: more ways to insult you with.

Blood, chuckle:oh well, that's doll being doll. If you aren't into sarcastic things I would think your being held hostage by someone.

Doll: geez.

They finally arrive back to the place and saw reaper being surrounded by group of people being so happy with everyone.

Blood: reaper is actually the second youngest.

Doll: I think your speaking bulls now

Blood, point at sea: and his the youngest. Since his world is just created.

Sea run toward reaper and give him the bottles through when other la mort Au saw him, he shy away behind reaper.

Hadey: who's this other pink one?

Reaper: it's sea! His a good kid!

Sea, stare at them behind reaper and gives them shells:. .... (´-﹏-’)

Eternity: cause he smell like the sea??

Frost: fufufu. what a cute child. Do you want candies?

Grave, block frost: stat away from the kkoma, cree-- frost.

Frost:..

Seimei: hey that's rude! ... Don't say that anymore or... Or I'll throw a gift box at your face!

Frost, hugs seimei: my love!!!

Seimei: mayoiiiii 💕

Eternity: disgusting. (●´⌓`●)

Hadey: there's a bunch of flavor in the world and you choice to be bitter---agh...

Eternity have punch hadey gut.

Reaper who sees everyone being care free and turn around and sees other pink kkomas.

Reaper: I wanna introduce my friends too!!!

He pulled others and give them gifts from his little wheel his wheeling with him all those time.

Giving gifts to all his new friends this year. Who accepted it with welcome arms and hugging him back and saying thanks.

#kohaku oukawa x reader #pink kkomas

[amporella]

hi! this is mpreg anon from a few months back lol. i just wanted to say i finally got to reading the fic and im sooo!!!!! sobbing and crying, a puddle of love on the floor! you were right. i Know now why you talked about it often.

i really love holly's stankyle. theres something about them that feels very.. desperate? like they know they belong together and sometimes not even physical touch can satiate that need/want?? idk! but agh! i love them sm. holly is also really good at capturing the overall weirdness of south park and thats why she can come up with aus/ideas that are weird or silly and make them work. i also really appreciate that she went for kinks/tropes that not many people give style.

something else i really loved about this fic was that it felt very like.. omg a dream come true in a way? sometimes i just wanna read a fic where stan and kyle do fuck all all day, just real type of normal maybe even domestic shit and its just them. and this fic came pretty close to that? they are so wrapped up in each other and have so much love to give and g OD i thought the baby was gonna come in and ruin that or like i was gonna get annoyed w the baby but no!!! 😭 i was so neutral about elway in the beginning and was actually loving how kyle was thinking/approaching the whole thing. idek when that started changing?? before they talk about the name elway though. and when she was finally born and the days kyle spent fighting to get her?!! and then he gets her and its the three of them and its like.. yeah.. okay, she's perfect. she really is a miracle stan and kyle created and theres no way she could ever come between them bc stan and kyle's love is endless, its forever and ever, they can share that love with their child 🤧

as for creek, hmm. i think craig and tweek just arent characters i've seen holly write for and like? so even though they are/were together i just didnt rly care for them u_u. im really glad i started finally reading fic where theyre not together in style fics though. it still hurts a bit lmao but ive been enjoying some stories i had passed on before and stuff and yeah, ty for giving me that little push >w<!!!

sorry this ask is so long! i didnt want to bother you every time i finished a chapter lol. i was also going through some stuff and this fic was the only thing keeping me sane. and actually i have just the epilogue left but im so sad its gonna be over after that so i've been delaying it :(! but yeah, aahhhh herbert garrison's night school for unwed fathers enjoyer 🫡 TY! 💙💚

YOU HAVE NOOOO IDEA HOW HAPPY I AM THAT YOU READ THE FIC AND SENT ME THIS AMAZING ASK??? I saw this in my inbox and immediately went to my friends and like BRAGGED ABOUT GETTING THIS? I'm going to respond to every part so bear with me but in the meantime THANK YOU!!!

I think you are so so right about them being desperate... it is key for stanky that regardless of how close they get physically, it's like it'll never be enough? Like they are soulmates in every sense of the word, and can never actually satiate their pull... SIGH!!!! IT'S TRUE!!! And holly's ability to nail absurdity is absolutely one of her strongest suits, and something that definitely contributed to how iconic she is. South Park is an absurd show, and holly meets it with such absurdity that Stan and Kyle can stay perfectly in character, because so many of her plots are something that could legitimately BE a South Park episode involving the characters when they're older. Like, Craig and Clyde fucking in the Marsh shed and Craig telling Sheila Kyle needs a psych eval? A+, can and will happen at some point. It's so ridiculous yet somehow believable, and the mpreg fic is literally the BEST example of it. It's a concept that's frankly a huge turnoff for a lot of people (understandably), but she puts it in such a light that she makes it appealing for a ton of people. It's one of those fics that i would recommend even to the most vehement mpreg hater, because there IS something about it that differentiates it from typical fics like that.

AND DESCRIBING IT AS A DREAM COME TRUE IS SO CORRECT? Everything you said in that third paragraph specifically was so fucking real. The fic starts off as such an absolute disaster situation, and despite the multiple disasters along the way, you can absolutely tell that it was like fate in a way? Holly does an incredible job of balancing the understandable stress with the joy and all the happy moments, as well as acknowledging the fact that in the end, Elway seriously did enrich both of their lives. I LOVE THAT YOU POINTED OUT HOW YOU WERE WORRIED ABOUT THE BABY COMING BETWEEN THEM... because it's true!!! It's such a real concern, but she is so good about wrapping it up; the scenes after Kyle gets Elway feel like a dream sequence in how floaty and happy everyone is, and while reading it I was like (as someone who does not want kids), huh. Maybe I need to have a baby? LOLL but seriously you are so right. It IS endless and now they have even more love to go around because of Elway... whatever. WHATEVER!! I'm not even crying. I'm NORMAL!!!!

I totally get your feelings about creek!! I ended up feeling kind of similarly. I'm happy you started expanding your horizons!!! There's nothing wrong with sticking with exclusively creek fic, obv, but there are some real gems out there if you're able to push some of the icks to the side. And maybe you'll even figure out a new ship you like? I remember that I was afraid to read Other People's Tupperware at first because Tweek is literally dead, and Craig hooks up with Kenny? But then I decided to read it (and felt neutral about it!) and it was valuable to me. And then when I read it a few years later, I really loved it. It got me thinking that first time!!! I'M HAPPY I COULD HELP GIVE YOU THAT PUSH!!!

Talking about holly (or any other fic) to me will NEVER bother me so pls feel free to do so!!!! I HOPE YOU ENJOY THE EPILOGUE!! It is sweet and so delightful. AND PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF I CAN EVER GIVE YOU ANY OTHER SUGGESTIONS!!

Thank you SOO much for this ask!! It seriously made my day.

#asks #<3

[thewarriorspecial]

Alright so:

@hobicat suggested an office AU. I don’t work in an office. I work in a dreaded grocery store. So this is a slice of that. And you know, my insanity. Huzzah!

Also included a delightful Ke$ha detail for @kiseiakhun.

This is completely unedited and typed on my phone.

Welcome to Zippys

The only universe in which Barry Allen is fucking evil.

There be dragons at the end of the world. And there be Evil Barry. Deific powers. An unsettling craving for violence fueled by too many years of passive aggressively accepting spoonfuls of shit from middle aged women who felt entitled to discounts. Just because, no explanation really.

One day Evil Barry, who used to be Fake Nice Barry until a middle aged white bitch told him to “go back where he came from” because she didn’t like his accent, was nudged over the edge.

Evil Barry grabbed that haughty bitch by her early aughts bob and threw her through a plate glass window.

You see, the whole thing started because there was a sale on ribs. Barry was Summoned to the front of the store from the Dairy aisle where he had been cleaning up all the overpriced eggs an Elderly Karen had dropped on the floor in protest of ever rising prices. Elderly Karen’s rage was understandable. She’s on a fixed income. When Fake Nice Barry was once young and Actually Nice, he would’ve given her the eggs at a discount. Or for free even if he could find a way to manage it.

Nonetheless here comes the page. So Barry pastes a cordial if somewhat tired smile on his face and asks Meat Karen how he can help her. And it starts. The torrent of personal accusations. The list of made up sins the whole store had committed against her specifically.

“I’m sorry ma’am,” he gently explains, “Our meat manager had a family emergency and since he’s our only trained meat cutter on the team, he wasn’t able to cut enough of those ribs for the sale today. He or a replacement from another store will be in tomorrow to get us caught up. May I take your name and make sure a special order is reserved for you?”

“Well how does that help me today? I need them today. They’re on sale today! I specifically made a thirty minute drive over here just for those and I’m supposed to come back? I have to make two trips now because of your incompetence??”

“I’m sorry ma’am,” Barry forces a steady tone, “What could do I do for you instead that would be more respectful of your time?”

“Have the shit in the store when you put it in the ad! You always do this! You lure people in here, nothing is stocked, everything is dirty! Do you get kickbacks from the oil people to make us drive more? Is that why you built that gas station? It smells! You cut down all those trees and stink up the whole neighborhood with your lies!!”

Barry had tried to answer her accusations as they came up but was stopped each time as she shoved her extended palm in his face, the universal symbol for Im not finished screaming at you yet.

And finally, after countless shifts, after countless hours of meaningless blocking and cleaning, and ordering and stocking and monotonous enduring—Barry snapped. An evil was unleashed in him so unbalanced it ripped a hole in the multiverse and created Zippys.

It is said that the lightning crack of every justified strike, every open hand, every Twisted Tea laid upon a Karen or Kevin results in immediate transmission to the store where you can check out anytime you like but you just respawn in the cart laden vestibule.

When that bitch got launched through the glass, her indignant shriek followed by the shattering glass each hit perfectly in time to the chorus of Keshas Tik Tok.

Meistro? Cue it up please.

Tik Tok on the clock but the party don’t—

“Stop! AGH!!”

Oh woah oh oh

Crash

Oh woah oh oh

A red streak appears next to Barry who’s still frozen in perfect pitcher form.

“Oh SHIT!” Wally cackles like a witch, ripping his cell phone out of his hoodie pocket and leaping after the woman. “World star!! World star!!”

#I am unhinged #especially when I’m bored #freewrite

[fictionfixations]

The Children's Rebellion|Revenge / DSMP Fanfic [Space AU - Tommy-centric] / Thoughts

Children of the Stars is the series that The Children's Rebellion is in, but people recognize the name 'The Children's Rebellion' on its own more so yeah.

The fic is nice. I cried. I'd recommend reading it. The first work is finished, standing at a nice 58 chapters. There's a sort of in-between story that happens after for Christmas [AND THEN there's a SEQUEL that happens after that continues the story because it's not done. its ongoing and im going to take you with me to suffer from the cliffhangers.] I don't wanna spoil much for you if you haven't actually seen the fic but are still reading what I'm saying because it's better when you experience it on your own, but Golden Duo POG

Basically Space AU but with Origins SMP kinda mixed into it. It's Tommy-Centric, and basically let me just tell you the summary it gives you.

"In which Tommy Innes, son of Sam Innes, Avian extraordinaire, meets up with old friends (all of whom are traumatized) and drags his new family and friends through a galaxy of problems (okay, maybe HIS galaxy of problems, because he refuses to tell anyone anything unless his tooth is being yanked out) because of some Avian named Chroma that really really wants child soldiers."

It tells the story really well, and honestly I'd recommend just trying it out, even if you think it might not be your cup of tea, because you never know. Hell, I don't like space AUs that much but I just LOVED this.

Also for once Dream not the bad guy woo- I'm like 80% sure Chroma's an OC but if Chroma's an actual person I never found out about please correct me.

So basically.. The story is complicated from an outside perspective so I can't really explain it. But. ..The Children's Rebellion is an event that happened on.. This is really testing my memory which remembers.. not a lot, honestly. I swear I'll do reviews on fics that I didn't read months ago so you won't have to bear with this.

But uh.. Tommy, Ranboo, Purpled, Hannah(?) and I believe someone else were what started The Children's Rebellion, Tommy being the leader. Uh. Because so Chroma is a dick and decided 'oh yeah why not make my own child army' or some shit and then decided to execute the people who go against him or are I believe too weak, and then said that if they didn't clap then they wouldn't get food, because everyone was starving there.

But they kinda just started a rebellion, and even sacrificing their lives, in which Tommy, Ranboo, and Purpled were the only ones left. The children did the Rebellion's symbol, which I believe is the middle finger, pointer finger, and the thumb out, meaning Fuck you, Loser, and Peace, because if it was just the middle finger then schools wouldn't actually show it in history.

It gets really complicated, but they kinda get to different places, and Purpled and Ranboo get help on the I believe L'manburg something, its like a ship thats run by the DSMP crew, but then Tommy ran off because I think he had to do something, but Purpled was too weak to do anything after being sick during majority of the time when the Children's Rebellion was happening, and then I think Ranboo got hurt really badly.

So then they end up in different places, Tommy kinda being in this.. place. I'd like to call it a prison but I don't know anymore. agh.

I forgot to mention too that Tommy's an Avian, and like the only other Avian was Chroma. (When you read the fic don't correct me.)

Anyway.

Avians age I think really fucking fast, and die soon. Avians are going to go extinct because no one likes each other romantically, and therefore no reproducing. :'D

Except them trying to get back at Chroma eventually ofc because the fucker needs to be put in his place kinda..

Well there's a sequel where we're still trying to get rid of Chroma.

Currently we are stuck on a cliffhanger after cliffhanger.

I'm terrified we're all going to die, or someone is going to die.

Join the waiting game today, and read the fics.

Also there are some triggers of course, like Graphic Depictions of Violence, Death, uhh Dark topics..

I'd be looking over the fic tags to make sure you're okay with whats going to be in it because there are probably some topics that people won't be able to handle.

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Options & Omen

A JSE Fanfic

Third to last part of the AU, let’s go! Honestly it’s surprisingly short for such a late game chapter, but you know what they say about calm and storms ;) We have a bit of a time jump. Jackie is now out of the hospital, Schneep is back IN the hospital but slowly improving, and almost all of the boys gather together to go see Jack, who may also be out of the hospital soon. But let’s not forget who’s still out there...

You can find the other stories under the pw timeline tag!

Chase glanced at the clock display on his car dashboard. 3:13. They’d agreed to meet up at 3:00. He looked out the window and up towards the upper floors of the apartment building. Did it really take thirteen minutes to get down to street level? Sure, Chase had been a couple minutes late, but he’d expected Jameson to be waiting for him when he arrived.

No sooner had these worries crossed his mind than the building’s front entrance opened, and Jameson hurried out. He immediately spotted Chase’s car and quickly walked over. Chase unlocked the doors and leaned over to open the passenger side. “Hey, man,” he said, giving him a small smile. “How’s it been going?”

Jameson nodded silently as he got into the car, closing the door behind him. Almost two months had passed since the rescue from Anti. In that time, Chase hadn’t seen much of Jameson. He’d explained to Chase and Marvin that, while he really appreciated their concern, he needed some time on his own. They understood, of course, and so communicated almost entirely in text messages. Today was the first time Chase had seen Jameson in person in weeks. He looked...better. There was a bit more color in his face and light in his eyes. Oh, sorry, I should probably say more, JJ signed. I’m good, thank you. You?

“Pretty alright.” Chase started the car and pulled out onto the street. “The kids are turning eight soon, so Stacy and I are talking about party stuff.”

Soon? I thought their birthday was in June. It’s barely February.

“Hey, trust me. You want a buffer of a few months when talking about kids’ birthdays. If you order stuff online you need to be sure it’ll be here well before the date.” Chase chuckled. “Uhh...we have a few more stops to make before we get there, and we’ll have to take the busy streets for some of it. So if you want to talk about anything, better do it now while I have the free time to look away from the road.”

JJ smiled a bit. How irresponsible of you, Chase.

“Hey, I haven’t crashed a car in at least two days,” Chase joked. JJ laughed, and he felt relief wash over him. Good. His friend was alright. “How’s the moving going, by the way?”

I’m actually having second thoughts about that, JJ explained.

“Really?” Chase asked, surprised. “Isn’t it...safer?”

It is. It definitely is, JJ agreed. But...I don’t know, it feels wrong to move when I really like this place. It’s like...I’m letting Anti take one more thing away from me.

Chase was silent for a moment. “Well...it’s up to you,” he finally said. “But it just seems like a bad idea when he knows where you live.”

It IS, Jameson repeated emphatically. He sighed. I don’t know. My feelings are complicated. Linda and I are working them out.

“Linda? That’s your therapist?” Chase asked. JJ nodded. “Right, I remember now. Sorry, I’m still fucking awful with names.” He shrugged. “You know...this all could be resolved if we got put into witness protection.”

You’re going on about this again? JJ rolled his eyes. It’s not up to us.

“Well it just makes sense! I mean, what sort of police department looks at a situation like this, where the criminal asshole is still at large, and goes like ‘nah, not needed?’ A shit one, that’s what! Agh!” Chase hit the steering wheel.

They are a bit shit in this city, aren’t they? JJ mused. But you know you wouldn’t want to accept it if they offered.

“Hah...you got me there.” Chase smiled sadly. “I’d miss Sophie and Nick too much.”

JJ patted his arm. Things will work out. I keep seeing those poorly-disguised undercover officers everywhere. That helps.

“‘Things will work out?’ That’s a lot more...optimistic than what you’ve said before,” Chase said carefully. “And will they really be of any help if they’re so bad at being undercover?”

It’s the principle, Jameson said. The idea that they can step in if anything goes wrong. And...well, you’re right, I guess it is more optimistic. He paused for a moment, partially in thought, partially because Chase needed concentration as he went through a roundabout. Don’t get me wrong, I still think Anti won’t give up. But saying reassuring things out loud helps.

Chase nodded thoughtfully. “Well...you’re right. It’ll work out eventually.” Most of him disagreed with that statement. But he might as well say it out loud. See if it really did help soothe the ball of anxiety he’d been carrying around for almost two months.

——————

“Alright, we went a little over time for today, but that’s okay.” Laurens closed her new notebook, folding over the corner to mark the notes for today’s session. “Before I leave, is there anything you want to talk about?”

Schneep, sitting across the table from her, shrugged wordlessly. He looked down at the wooden surface, tracing the grains with a finger.

“Are you sure?” Laurens asked.

“It is not a good sign when your therapist asks you that,” Schneep said, chuckling a little. His eyes flicked back up to look at Laurens.

“I just like to be sure,” Laurens explained. “We can go over time if we have to, I don’t have any other patients today.”

“Hmm.” Schneep went quiet for a little, thinking. “I suppose...there is nothing else. Nothing that we have not discussed. I...” He sighed. “I am still thinking about it.”

“That’s alright,” Laurens reassured him.

“It has been two months now, I am still thinking about it.”

“Schneep. Henrik. Of course you are,” Laurens said gently. “Even just seeing Anti again would be incredibly traumatic, let alone that. You shouldn’t push yourself to move on.”

“Because everyone recovers at different rates, I know, that is not what I was trying to say.” Schneep sat up straight, clasping his hands together while they rested on the table. “I was...trying to empathize that it...that everything from that...is still heavy in my mind. All of it. Since my usual symptoms are calm again, I think that is what we should focus on.”

“Oh. You were trying to emphasize that, I see.” Laurens nodded.

“Empha—right, that is the word.” Schneep grunted in frustration. “Those two words are too similar.”

“They trip me up too, don’t worry,” Laurens laughed. “But more to the point...I understand what you mean. And...Schneep, I have to ask you a question. I want you to answer honestly.”

“What is it?”

“Would you...” Laurens braced herself to ask. “Would you prefer to have a different therapist?”

“What?” Schneep blinked, utterly shocked at the direction the conversation was taking. “What do you mean?!”

“I’m not going to leave if you don’t want me to,” Laurens hurried to say. “But I was wondering. Perhaps my methods and—and specializations aren’t being as helpful on...those matters, matters of trauma. Not to mention, I...I am somewhat close to this case.” Her voice cracked. She was just as scared of Anti as Schneep was. That wasn’t exactly an ideal situation, when your therapist also needed therapy for the same thing. “So, if you think it would be better to have someone who might...help more with this in particular, then I can get you someone else.”

“I-I...” Schneep was at a loss for words for a moment. His eyes dropped back down to the table surface, then returned to Laurens’ face. “I think...that you are a very good therapist. And that...you have not failed me yet. So, until you do, I would like things to stay as they are.”

Laurens nodded. “Alright. But...Schneep. Please do keep in mind that...that there’s supposed to be some distance between a therapist and a friend. If that makes sense.”

“I do not mean it that way,” Schneep denied. “I-I mean that—that you have gone very far in your job, and I...I appreciate it.”

“Well. Thank you very much.” Laurens smiled softly. 

But before she could say anything else, her pager beeped. Surprised, she looked down to see what that was about. “Huh.” She looked up at Schneep. “Looks like we have to stop now.”

“Ah, fantastic. I suppose I will see you same time tomorrow? No, wait.” Schneep paused. “We have been doing more spread out sessions. Sorry, I swear I can remember this.”

“Time blurs together when you’re stuck in one building, it’s understandable,” Laurens said. “But you’ll actually be seeing me for a while longer. You see, you have a visitor.”

Schneep sat up straight. “Who?”

“I don’t know, there’s only so many characters you get on these little things.” Laurens shook her pager. “Let’s go see together.”

A short time later, the two of them stood outside the visitor’s room. Oliver was there as well—it was his turn to supervise patient visits. He nodded at the two of them. “Hey, doc. Henrik.”

“You can call me Schneep, Oliver,” Schneep said, smiling a bit.

“And you can call me Rya,” Laurens added.

“Right, right. Still getting used to it.” Oliver nodded.

“Who’s visiting?” Laurens asked.

“Uhh...” Oliver glanced down at the sign-in clipboard—obviously taken from its station at the front desk, probably without the staff member stationed there noticing. “Mina Pfieffer.”

“She is here again?!” Schneep gasped. He grabbed Laurens’ arm in a vice grip, shaking it a little. “She came back!”

“Whoa! Uh, a little tight there,” Laurens said, pulling her arm back. Schneep took the hint and let go, ashamed. Laurens decided to not address it. “Yes, she came back. You don’t need to say that every time she visits.” Mina had shown up a lot in the two months since the rescue. The exact day was always irregular, but she would find time at least once per week.

“I-I am always—always surprised to hear it.” Schneep laughed a little. “She—she does not have to—”

“You’re right, she doesn’t have to, but she wants to,” Laurens said. Personally, Laurens thought Mina was making up for not visiting for the first seven months. She always seemed so guilty about that time period. “And she’s here now, so we better not keep her waiting.” Laurens grabbed the doorknob. “Shall we?”

“Yes, we shall.”

Laurens laughed a bit, and opened the door as she and Schneep went inside. Mina was sitting on one of the sofas, looking through a magazine, but she immediately put it down and stood up as soon as she saw them walk in. “Schneep, hallo,” she said, a small smile on her face, and waved. “Wie geht es dir?”

“Mina.” Schneep couldn’t help but smile back. He crossed the room and gave her a quick hug. “Mir geht es gut. Und du?”

The two of them sat down, immediately launching into German conversation. Laurens lingered in the doorway, watching. Regulations meant all visits were supposed to be supervised, but she didn’t feel the need to keep a close eye on them.

Oliver walked up next to her. “Things have been going good, then? With all the...y’know, sessions and stuff.”

Laurens nodded. “Really well, actually. I’ve been talking with Dr. Fells about town privileges. Supervised, of course.”

“He’ll be okay with that?”

“For short times. In non-public places where An—you-know-who couldn’t get to.” Laurens watched quietly for a moment. She saw Mina take her phone out and start showing pictures to Schneep. No doubt pictures of Elise, their daughter. She wondered if Mina would bring Elise for a visit one of these times. She wondered if visits with children and infants would be allowed in this case. Well, she could put in a good word for Schneep in that regard.

“And how’re you doing, doc? Uh, Rya?” Oliver asked.

“Um...good, overall,” Laurens said.

“Hmm.” Oliver nodded. “So...you’re not in any trouble with the whole breaking-into-a-killer’s-flat thing?”

Laurens laughed nervously. “You...heard about that?”

“Yeah. And I figured out you made me knock on his door.” Oliver shook his head. “I mean, it was pretty obvious you were trying something, but I didn’t expect you to do something that risky.”

“We...weren’t planning on it,” Laurens said carefully. “But eventually, we...just couldn’t walk away.” She looked down at the notebook in her hands. “Uh...we’re not in trouble. Marvin knew this really good lawyer, she’s the same one who got Newson in trouble for all the stuff she did. So we got off without any...well, not without any consequences. I’m still paying the fine, but at least we’re not in jail.”

“Ballsy,” Oliver commented.

“Wh—?!” Laurens turned sharply to look at him.

“Hey, it’s true.” Oliver shrugged. “You ever notice how a lot’s changed? A year ago you had to talk yourself up to stand up to Newson.” He grinned. “And now you’re being all ballsy and stuff.”

“Huh.” Laurens thought about that. “You’re right. It’s...different. But that’s how things are. The self is not a constant. People change.” She leaned against the doorframe and looked at Mina and Schneep, talking together. “...people change.”

——————

Chase leaned on the steering wheel, letting the horn blare. JJ gave him a sideways look. Really? he asked. I’m sure he can hear you.

“Yeah, but he takes forever to come out, and we’re already a bit late,” Chase countered. “This’ll be sure to get his attention.”

Along with everyone else on the street. JJ grabbed Chase’s shoulder and tried to pull him back, only to be shaken off. Chase, come on. The neighbors are probably staring.

“Aha! There he is!” Chase leaned back, waving at Marvin as he appeared in the front doorway and walked towards the street. Marvin gave him a glare, then got into the back seat. “Hi, Marv.”

“Oh, why’d you stop? I’m sure there are people in Wales who didn’t hear you!” Marvin immediately dove into a rant without bothering to return the greeting. “Go ahead! Why not belt out some Morse code while you’re at it? Beeeep-beep-beep beep-beep beeeep-beep-beeeep-beep beeeep-beep-beeeeep! ‘My name is Chase and I can’t wait five minutes for my friend to leave his house!’”

“Did you just ‘beep’ actual Morse code at me?” Chase muttered as he pulled back onto the street.

“Yeah, I spelled out what you are,” Marvin grumbled. Then he noticed Jameson staring at him, and his expression softened. “Hi, JJ. Uh...how are you?”

I’m good, Jameson said. Sounds like you’re having a bad day.

“I’m really not, I just hate car horns,” Marvin said.

“Don’t worry, if all goes well I won’t need to use it again,” Chase said.

How have things been with you? JJ asked Marvin. Any luck on the job search?

“Yeah, I got a couple offers back,” Marvin said. “Including the theatre job, so that’s great. I have an in-person interview for that on Tuesday.”

Oh that’s wonderful! JJ signed cheerfully.

Marvin smiled. “Yeah. I guess it is.”

The group still had one last stop before their final destination. Chase drove farther north as the buildings became red brick facades in uniform lines. He pulled to the side of the street, stopping right in the middle of one of these rows. The house he’d stopped in front of looked just like its neighbors, except someone was sitting on the front steps. Jackie was wearing a new green hoodie, his hair pulled back away from his face. When he noticed the car, he stood up and hurried over, getting into the backseat with Marvin.

“Hey, bro!” Chase turned around to grin at Jackie. “How’s it going? Are you all settled in?”

“You mean in the house? Yeah, mostly.” Jackie let out a puff of air, exhausted just thinking about the moving process. “I am so lucky my last landlord kept my stuff. She could’ve easily auctioned it off, you know.”

“Yes, we know, you’ve only said this a hundred times,” Marvin drawled.

Jackie shot him a look, then turned his attention to Jameson. “Hi, JJ.”

Hi Jackie, Jameson said. Everything alright?

“Why d’you look so concerned? I’ve been out of the hospital for weeks now, of course everything’s alright,” Jackie said. “Uh...okay, maybe not perfectly 100%, but alright. Hey, have you guys heard of maladaptive daydreaming?” The other three responded with headshakes and general negative mumbles. “Ah.” Jackie looked thoughtful.

JJ raised an eyebrow. If you’re thinking that you might have a thing, you probably do.

“I didn’t say anything!” Jackie protested.

Well that’s how it usually works. JJ shrugged. Don’t you have someone you can ask about that?

“That’s a fancy way of asking if I’ve found a therapist, isn’t it?” Jackie narrowed his eyes, but relented. “Well...yes. That makes me the fifth one in the group, right? At this point, Jack is the only one who’s not in therapy...for the mind, I mean. Physicals don’t count.”

“But that’s a good thing, isn’t it?” Chase pointed out.

“I...you’re not...wrong, I guess,” Jackie said.

“Speaking of Jack, are we gonna be late?” Marvin pointed at the dashboard clock, which now read 3:42.

“We’re not gonna be late, we just won’t have as much time,” Chase clarified.

“Oh jeez,” Jackie muttered. “Can we go faster? I-I don’t want to cut it close.”

“On it,” Chase said, stepping on the gas.

They arrived at Southpoint General Hospital around 4:00. By now, everyone was intimately familiar with the sign-in process for visitors, but getting to the room was a different process. After all, Jack had recently been assigned to a new one. After a few extra minutes of getting lost, they arrived at the right room. Chase went first, swinging open the door. “Hellllo?”

“Hey!” Jack looked up from the book he was reading, waving to the others. “About time. I almost thought you guys weren’t going to come.”

“Ah fuck, I knew we were gonna be late,” Marvin muttered.

“Hey, visiting hours are still going, aren’t they?” Chase rebutted.

The group piled into the hospital room, leaving the door open behind them. There weren’t enough chairs for all of them, so Jackie and Chase ended up sitting while Marvin and JJ stayed standing. “Oooo, reading books now, I see,” Jackie grinned. “I didn’t take you for the type.”

“Hey, books are good for your brain, up here.” Jack tapped the side of his head. “Besides, you can’t say I’ve never read a book ever in the time you’ve known me.”

“Yeah, no, not you of all people, who only own comic books,” Chase joked.

“I do not!”

Debatable, JJ said, humming. If you own printed books you must store them in an invisible closet somewhere, because I never saw any in your flat.

Everyone laughed, even Jackie.

“Alright. So. Guess what?” Jack grinned. “They said I’m almost good to go home! I can be out of here by next week!”

“What? No way!” Chase gasped, leaning over to give Jack a quick side-hug. “That’s great, bro!”

“Yes, join me in the no-more-hospital club!” Jackie said.

Congratulations! JJ signed. I know it’s been a long time.

“Hey, don’t be so awkward, James,” Jack said. “I know we just met, but you’re friends with these guys, so you’re friends with me.”

JJ ducked his head, still feeling a bit awkward, but smiling. 

“Seriously?! Next week?!” Marvin laughed. “Man, we have to do a thing for that. Like, a party or something. Everyone can come!”

“Uh...define ‘everyone,’” Jackie said. “Cause, yeah, everyone in this room could come. But—”

“You mean Schneep?” Chase asked. “Funny thing, actually. You remember when we went to visit him last week? While you headed back to the car after, I talked to his doctor, and she said he might be able to leave soon. Not permanently,” he hurried to add. “But for like...trips into town. With some supervision.”

“What?!” Jackie almost shot out of his seat. “If I’d known I’d be missing important shit like that, I wouldn’t’ve gone back to the car so soon!”

Chase laughed. “See, this is what you miss when you hurry out of everything.”

“So it can happen,” Marvin said, punching the air. “Yes! Finally! Everyone will be in one place for the first time in fucking months! God, they warned me that adulthood would make getting together with friends hard, but nobody said anything about this.”

“Hey, don’t talk about adulthood like you’re fresh out of university,” Jack said. “You’re almost thirty.”

“Oh my god...I’m almost thirty,” Marvin repeated, covering his mouth in exaggerated horror.

Ha, sucks for all you guys, JJ grinned.

“Excuse you, but it’s not like we chose to be born a year earlier than you,” Chase said, mock-offended.

How’s it feel to suck at being born? JJ said smugly.

Everyone else in the room immediately broke into loud protesting and ribbing. Marvin leaned over to bump JJ with his shoulder. Jackie threw his arms in the air and shouted something that couldn’t be heard through the others’ noise. Jack started laughing, leaning over to the side. And in that moment, Chase thought that maybe...maybe things really will work out.

—————— 

The overhead light in the hotel room buzzed, annoyingly loud in its use of energy. Old, faded wallpaper covered the walls in a pattern of various beiges. The curtains were drawn over the window. The bed was unmade with its covers flung to one side. A door was ajar, showing the bathroom.

A man paced back and forth in the small bit of free floor space in the small room. He pressed his phone to the side of his head—the left side, the side that was covered in scars—and listened. His free hand fidgeted with the watch he wore around his neck. An old watch that had been broken years ago.

“No, I don’t think you understand,” the man said. “I’m not asking. I’m telling you that I need them within the week. This is not an offer, this is a demand.” He paused as the caller on the other side spoke. And he smiled. “No, I think I can.” Another pause. “Listen. Mr. Morris. Or...can I call you Gary? No, I said listen. You are going to deliver them within the week. Because I don’t think your wife wants to know about this side business of yours.” A short pause. “You know, your wife. Who lives at the address 67 Benjamin Avenue in Kettleville—It doesn’t matter how I know, it just matters that I do. And if I don’t have them within the week, your wife will find out. And, hmmm, your mistress will, too. Why not?” A long pause. The man’s smile grew. “Perfect. You remember the location, right? Get to it. Within the week.” And he put down the phone, hanging up.

There was a desk in the hotel room. Its surface was absolutely covered with electronic and mechanical equipment, with just enough room for a laptop and mouse. The man sat down at the desk and shook the mouse to light up the laptop’s screen. Diagrams were visible on the monitor, complex and hard to understand. The man scanned them, then opened up another document: a list, with every item but one crossed out. He highlighted the final item and selected the strikethrough option, crossing it out as well.

Anti reached up and clasped the old watch around his neck one more time. It would all work out soon.

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