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#lol it said blue... i dont have blue eyes
atlabeth · 1 month
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geyser
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pairing: luke castellan x daughter of poseidon!reader
summary: percy learns about the first girl luke castellan ever loved.
a/n: this is a lil sad. sorry about that. but i really like it and it came out of nowhere in like 2 days so i hope you enjoy despite the sadness. title from the mitski song
wc: 6.5k
warning(s): major character death; not shown but hangs over the whole fic. angst made angstier by fluffy flashbacks. mostly told through percy’s pov but includes luke, annabeth, and reader povs
also if you saw this before on another account DONT WORRY... that account was also me. im just doing some stuff behind the scenes right now as i figure stuff out lol i promise no plagiarism is going on
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Percy thought that his head might explode. 
He didn’t know how he was still walking, honestly. His mom died, he killed a— no, the— Minotaur, all the Greek myths were real and his dad was one of them, and now he had to deal with that freak accident with Clarisse and the toilets. 
At least he would be ready next time she tried to beat him up. Percy had been the new kid enough to know there would be a next time.
All he could do was stare at the Minotaur horn in his hands, the only sign that what happened outside the border was real. The horn in his hands and the hole in his heart. 
Percy swallowed the lump in his throat. He’d been thrown into the deep end, and the only thing on his mind was when he would start to drown. 
“Hey.” Percy looked up to see the counselor he’d met earlier with Annabeth—Luke. He tossed a ziploc bag at him and he caught it, taking a moment to look at what was in it. 
“I stole you some toiletries from the camp store,” he explained. “Thought it might make you feel more at home.” 
“…Thanks.” He didn’t know if Luke was joking, but the damage had already been done. And it was the nicest thing someone had done for him so far. He set it down next to his Minotaur shoebox. “Is this the best that it gets?” 
Luke’s lips quirked up in a slight smile. “For now. We’re a little crowded, if you couldn’t tell.” 
“Just a little bit.” Percy stood up from his sleeping bag and worked out the knot in his shoulder. “Where’s your bed? Assuming you have one.” 
“I couldn’t wrangle all these cats without some back support,” he said, and he pointed to a bed in the corner. It was the only one on its own without a bunk, and he had a fair amount of decorations. Counselor privileges, he figured. Percy walked over, Luke trailing behind him. 
“Nice place,” he said. Percy picked up the Yankee’s cap on his bedside table and nodded as he looked back at him. “Nice taste.” 
“It’s for Annabeth,” Luke said. “She wanted us to match.” 
Percy nodded again in approval. “Good taste for both of you.”
Luke had various other things around — an alarm clock knocked over next to the baseball cap, a huskie sticker on the wall half-scraped off, a poster for an album he didn’t recognize. 
But the thing that caught his eye was a polaroid hanging on the wall, surrounded by a smattering of others varying in size. 
The first one had to be an old picture—Luke didn’t have his scar, and the biggest smile stretched across his face. He had a girl close with an arm slung around her waist, and she might’ve been smiling even more than Luke. A bright energy emanated around her, something that must have transferred through the picture, because Percy found himself feeling a little better just looking at her. He wondered if she was a camper. 
His eyes flicked to the next picture, which was another one of Luke and that girl. They were both laughing as she tried to put a blue hat on Luke’s head, and he protested with a hand on her wrist. They were in the forefront of a baseball game, Percy noticed.
There were other pictures, too—Luke, a girl dressed all punk, and what looked like a young version of Annabeth, most notably—but a majority of them were either Luke and that girl, or the girl all on her own. In every single one, she beamed brighter than the sun. 
Percy pointed at the picture of Luke and the girl at the baseball game, his curiosity getting the better of him. “Who’s that?”
That seemed to catch Luke off-guard, his lips parting for a moment as if he wanted to say something. It barely took him any time to get back on track, but Percy found himself frowning. 
“That’s…” Luke cleared his throat, wet his lips, shook his head. “A friend. A very good friend.”
“Does she go here?” Percy asked. 
“She did.” 
He frowned. “Where is she, then?” 
“Percy—” Luke’s voice was strained, but he didn’t really notice as he went on. 
“I didn’t see her around,” he continued, “and you look pretty close.” 
Luke blinked a couple times, and Percy swore he could see the telltale glimmer of tears starting in his eyes. A muscle worked in his jaw, and suddenly Percy was worried that he’d said something horribly wrong. He had a talent for that, it seemed. 
Fortunately, he was saved by the bell—conch shell?—and something like relief flooded through Luke’s expression. Tension still coiled in his body. 
“Come on,” he said, that camp counselor smile coming back as he put his hand on Percy’s shoulder and guided him away from the enclave. “That means dinner’s about to start.”
Percy’s frown deepened as curiosity won out again. “Was she your—”
“You don’t wanna be late,” Luke continued, ignoring his attempt. “I assume you’re pretty hungry after two days spent out?”
Well, that only made him want to push harder. But Percy figured he wouldn’t get anything out of him—especially not now. 
“…Yeah,” Percy said. “Starving.”
An odd look flickered across his face, but again, it only lasted for a second before he was back to normal. He cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled, “Eleven! Fall in!” 
Percy was at the back of the line by virtue of him being the new kid, and he found himself looking back at that picture of Luke and the girl. He didn’t know why, but something drew him to her. Before Percy could think about it more, the line was moving and his growling stomach drew his attention away. 
He would have plenty of time to ask Luke about it later. 
Or rather, ask him and piss off the only person who’d tried to be his friend so far. 
…Gods. 
Maybe he was going to drown sooner than he thought. 
-
“Luke—” 
“No!” 
“Luke, please!” 
“Annabeth will kill me if she knows—” 
“She won’t know!” 
“Alright, alright— stay still, you two!” 
Your mother laughed from behind the camera as you and Luke fought with each other, you trying your damnedest to get your Red Sox cap on his head as he tried his damnedest to stop you. The frantic laughter on both sides made it a little difficult for either of you to succeed in your quest, but eventually, you got the rock up the hill and the hat on his head. 
“Take the picture, Mom!” you exclaimed, pulling Luke even closer by his arms so he couldn’t get it off. “I need the proof!” 
“I knew this was a bad idea,” Luke groaned, staring at the camera as you wrapped your arm around his side and leaned into him. He could already imagine your victorious smile, brighter than the sun beating down on them in the stadium, and just the thought of it made one of his own flit across his lips. 
“Oh, shut up, Castellan,” you said. “You chose to come to this game. Everyone’s gonna know you’re a Red Sox fan now.”
“You said you wouldn’t tell her!” Luke defended, wrenching his arms free of your control to take the hat off his head. “I don’t even care about baseball!” 
“You care so much about it,” you said cloyingly, “and you’re ride or die for the Boston Red Sox.” 
“If you say a single word—” 
“Okay, kids!” Your mother pointed at the seats next to her. “The game’s about to start—you can keep arguing, but only if you sit down so I can see.” 
“Sorry, Mom.” You grinned at her as you pulled Luke over to your seats—they were a step up from nosebleeds, but they were the ones closest to the balcony so you could at least peer over the railing down to the diamond.
“It’s alright, sweetheart.” She glanced at Luke with a smile, and he could really see where you got it from. “We’ve gotta make him a fan somehow.” 
“I guess I can live with the brand.” Luke set the cap back on your head once you were seated, purposefully pulling the brim a little over your eyes, and he smiled at you. “Even though it looks better on you, anyways.” 
“You just don’t have what it takes to be a Red Sox fan in the heart of Yank territory,” you mused, pushing the hat back up so you could see. “It’s fine.” 
Luke rolled his eyes, but he could hardly bite back his smile. 
“I am glad you came, though,” you said, glancing back at him. “I’m glad you came with me in the first place. This is gonna be the best semester.”
“Thanks for having me,” Luke said. “It’s… it’s been a while since I’ve left camp.” 
“Fingers crossed for no monster attacks, eh?” You held up your hand. “At least, not during the game. I could live with it happening any other time.” 
“Don’t speak it into existence,” your mom said. “We’re going to have a monster-free school year.” 
To humor her, you made a claw over your heart and pushed out. She hummed in satisfaction, and you looked over at Luke. “It’s gonna be fine.” 
“Yeah,” he said. “Because two kids like us aren’t gonna draw any attention.” 
“Oh, I know we will,” you said. “But I know it’ll be fine.” 
Luke frowned. “How can you be so sure?” 
You shrugged with a smile. “I’ve got you.”
And in that moment, he was thankful for the freakish heat that honestly made no sense in the spring—at least it covered up any sign of what your words did to him. 
Luke thought you were joking when you asked him if he wanted to come back home with you for the school year. He didn’t know why you wanted to go back in the first place, being a Big Three kid that apparently had a death wish, but the thought of him leaving camp was almost inconceivable. 
Even after you assured him you weren’t joking, he still wasn’t sure. He was on the run with you for three years, then… 
Well, he couldn’t think about it for too long. But Luke had been on the outskirts of regular society for so long, doing nothing but fighting for his life, that he didn’t know if he could actually function at a normal school.
But it felt right for you two to get some normal time together after you were separated for so long. It took him a semester to decide, but one day during your usual Iris message conversations, he told you he’d love to spend the rest of the year in Boston with you. Luke still remembered the grin you wore, your disbelieving but victorious cheers, the apology you yelled back at your mother for your noise. 
Luke watched you as you talked with your mom, discussing Boston’s chances and player statistics and baseball jargon he didn’t think he’d ever understand, and he knew he would sit through a thousand Red Sox games if it meant he would get to keep seeing your smile.
You must have felt his eyes on you, because you glanced over at him. “Are you okay?” 
Luke smiled. Gods, he was so glad you were here. 
“Never better.” 
-
“That one nearly got me,” Luke said. 
Percy huffed as he picked up his sword from the ground—he was pretty sure he would officially lose his mind if Luke disarmed him with that stupid move one more time. One benefit to the Hermes cabin being too scared to associate with him after getting claimed was that he wasn’t making a fool out of himself in front of other people. 
“Maybe I can only beat you when I pour water on myself,” he said. 
Luke chuckled as he took a bottle from the cooler on the side and held it up. “Wanna try?” 
He shook his head. “I think my arms will fall off if I keep going with you.” 
He tipped his shoulder. “Fair.” 
Percy stared at the ground as Luke gathered himself, trying to put the free range thoughts roaming around his head in order. It didn’t help that he’d gained a million questions after Poseidon claimed him, and it didn’t help that there’s been a newest addition to his dream last night. 
He still felt strange asking Luke about it, but he had to know more about her. Percy didn’t know why it felt like his mission to find out who this mysterious girl was, or why he felt that strange connection to her. Maybe it was the way Luke acted whenever he brought her up, maybe it was that she’d popped up in his dream next to him at the very end, maybe it was just plain old curiosity. 
“I’m not supposed to be alive,” Percy said, breaking the silence. “I could die at any time in a bunch of different horrible ways. So will you tell me more about that girl on your wall?”  
Again, Luke seemed to be caught off guard by it. Percy heard the crunch of plastic as his hand clenched ever so slightly around the bottle, and he tried to cover it up with an arched eyebrow. “Why do you want to know so badly?” 
He shrugged. What was he supposed to say? 
“I’m curious,” he decided. 
Luke huffed a dry laugh before he took a sip of water, and he stared off into the distance for a while. He did a lot of staring whenever this girl was brought up. They looked like they were best friends in those pictures, but maybe whatever they had ended badly. And if she was a demigod too…
Well, it would make sense why he didn’t want to talk about her. 
“You know that phrase about curiosity?” Luke asked. 
“And how it killed the cat?” 
He nodded, drinking some more. “It goes double for demigods.” 
“Everything else wants to kill me,” Percy said. “So curiosity’s gonna have to get in line.” 
Luke’s laugh was a little more genuine this time, and he shook his head. “I guess I can tell you a little about her. You actually probably have a right to know.” 
“Is she a half-blood?” Percy asked immediately. 
He nodded. “Yeah.” 
“Who’s her parent?” 
Luke capped his water bottle and looked at Percy for a good, long moment. His face glowed in the warm afternoon sun, his scar cast in a softer light than usual. The scar used to unnerve him, but he’d gotten used to it after weeks staring at it during sword fighting. 
“She was a child of Poseidon, Percy,” he said. “Just like you.” 
Percy felt short of breath, like Luke had just knocked his sword out of his hand and shoved him to the ground. But he stood on his own two legs that somehow still worked, and Luke hadn’t moved. 
He had a sister? 
“I have a sister?” 
“…Had,” Luke corrected. “She… she died a few years back.” 
A vice latched onto Percy’s heart. He was still having a hard time breathing. No wonder Luke always used past tense when he was talking about her. 
He had a sister, he wasn’t alone, but he was because she was dead. And if Luke was one of her friends, that meant she died young. 
Gods. 
“What about their oath?” Percy asked, trying to ignore the aching in his chest. “I’m already on thin ice for my whole existing thing. How did Poseidon get away with two kids so close to each other?” 
Luke shrugged. “I’ve never known why gods do things. Her mother was a great woman, though—I could see what drew Poseidon to her against the oath.” 
One half of Percy wanted to ask every question that kept popping into his head. The other side of him wanted to break down and cry. 
“How did you meet her?” 
“We ran into each other when we were both young,” he said. “Both child runaways, both demigods, both New Englanders—we decided to rough it out on the road together. Couldn’t be any worse than doing it on our own.”
Percy tried to imagine it. A young Luke and a younger version of that girl—maybe Percy’s age—living together in the wilderness and fighting monsters. Surviving off of nothing but their wit and skill, facing death each day before they’d even reached middle school. 
“It… it didn’t happen then, did it?” he asked hesitantly. 
Luke shook his head. “Couple years later. All we did was watch each other’s backs out there.” 
Percy couldn’t help himself. “What happened to her?”  
“The same thing that happens to everyone,” Luke said flatly. “There’s a reason I’m the oldest one here.” 
“That doesn’t make it better,” Percy insisted. “It— it makes it worse, Luke. You see that, right?”  
Luke stared at his empty water bottle then tossed it back into the cooler. When his gaze met Percy’s, he was shocked by how… tired he looked. Beyond exhausted—bone-weary. Percy wanted to say more, but he didn’t get the chance. 
“This isn’t good conversation,” Luke said, “and it’s getting late. You should hit the showers before dinner.” 
The sun still beat down on them, bright and angry in the sky, but Percy provided no argument. He had a lot to think about. 
Before they went their separate ways, Percy stopped and looked back at him. “I’m sorry she’s gone, Luke.” 
Luke’s gaze went unfocused for a moment, his eyes growing glossy. “So am I.” 
-
Percy sat on the floor of the Hermes cabin in the corner that used to be his, staring at his meager belongings. He had to decide what to take on his quest, which was made easier by the fact that he hardly had anything to his name. Things could always be worse, though. At least he would have a change of clothes. 
He should’ve been doing this in his own cabin, but it felt too empty, too suffocating in its silence. Eleven was still more familiar. He heard the door open and saw Luke walk in, and his eyes lit up when he saw Percy. 
“Hey,” he said. “I wanted to see you before you left. How’re you feeling pre-quest?” 
“Like the world’s about to end,” he said. 
Luke’s lips twitched into a smile as he sat on the bed across from Percy. “Understandable. It kinda is.” 
“It’s just overwhelming.” Percy shoved the unfolded clothes into his backpack. “I have to clear mine and my dad’s names and get Zeus’s bolt back, or else war will start. No pressure at all.” 
“You were chosen for a reason,” Luke said. “You may not see it, Percy, but you’ve improved a lot since you got here. If anyone can do this, I think it’s you.” 
Percy looked up at him, and he was reminded of the way their last conversation went. He was asking before he could really stop himself. 
“I could die on this quest and never see you again,” Percy said. “So could you tell me more about my sister before I go?”  
Luke smiled wistfully and sighed. “You really won’t let this go, will you?” 
“It’s not really something you just let go,” he said. “Besides, I… I saw her in my dream last night.” 
Luke’s smile faded. “You did?”  
Percy nodded. “For a split second, but I know it was her. I felt the same way I did whenever I looked at her pictures. And… it’s the second time she’s shown up.” 
He let out a long sigh and shook his head, his gaze trailing off to the wall. He always looked so much older when he talked about this girl, like he was a war veteran reminiscing on his lost love. And from what he’d gathered, it might not have been too far off. 
“I told you we ran together when we were young,” he said, and Percy nodded. “We were both nine, and it should’ve been terrible, but she had a way of making everything better. Always found the bright side of things, was always able to make me laugh.” 
“She was from Massachusetts—right in the middle of Boston.” Luke chuckled as he looked at Percy. “Huge Red Sox fan.” 
Percy grimaced. “We all make mistakes.” 
Luke smiled, though it faded a bit. “We got separated for a while, but we found each other again when I got to camp. Things were more peaceful than they are now, so she’d been claimed at camp pretty quickly. I figure Poseidon wanted her to have the protection of him openly standing behind her after what happened.” 
He frowned. “What do you mean, ‘what happened’?” 
Luke shook his head. “That would be an awful story to send you off on.” 
Percy wanted to protest, but he didn’t. Luke was probably right—Percy didn’t want to make him relive it and then have to go on a death quest right after.
“A happier part, then,” he suggested.
“She ran away from home as a kid to protect her mom, but now that she had an idea of what she was doing, she started going back to school. She invited me to stay with her during the school year one year, and I accepted. That—” Luke’s throat bobbed, and the other hand clenched into a fist— “that was when she died.” 
In his stunned silence, Luke got up and went over to his alcove. He pulled the drawer open on his bedside table and pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper. It must’ve been folded and crumpled a million other times in messier ways by all the creases he could see, but when Luke opened it, he could see handwriting all over the front. 
A letter. 
“We Iris messaged each other constantly while she was at school,” he said, “and we wrote back and forth when we couldn’t. This was the last letter she sent me.” 
Percy’s first instinct was to say he wouldn’t be able to read it, but he realized that he didn’t really care. These were words that his sister wrote—he would sit here the rest of the day forcing sentences to make sense if that was what it took. 
So he took the letter when Luke offered it. 
To the one and only Luke Castellan, 
My mom said yes! After a very long interrogation (she now knows basically everything about you) and a million promises that you would be as careful as possible and that you were good enough at sword fighting to take down anything that could come after us, she said you can spend the year here. We spent a couple hours every day making my mom’s study into a guest room, so you have a place to stay.
I’m an idiot that didn’t bring enough drachmas so that’s why I have to send this letter—hopefully it gets to you soon enough, because we’re gonna come get you a week before my winter break is over. Mom is letting me drive down because she says I have to get my permit soon. It makes sense that my first big test is getting to you. If we don’t make it, it’s because we died in a fiery crash. 
Just kidding. I’m a great driver. But tell me some of your favorite songs when you reply and I’ll burn a CD for the ride—I figured out how to use LimeWire. Oh, and throw in a couple drachmas with the envelope so I can Iris message you next time. I miss your face and your voice, and my hand is cramping up writing all of this. 
But this is so exciting! I can’t wait to introduce you to all my friends at school, and show you my favorite places in the city, and make you into a Red Sox fan. And you can come to my soccer games— I’m the greatest forward there is. 
Jokes aside, I’m going to make sure you have the best time. We’ll spend every second together, Luke. We’re gonna make up for the time we lost. 
I can’t wait to see you again.
Your hurricane.  
It took Percy a long time to get through it with the words swimming all over, and it didn’t help that his vision had grown blurry. 
Tears, he realized as he blinked, and he did it again to make sure they wouldn’t fall. He couldn’t cry in front of Luke, not over a girl he didn’t even know—even if she was his sister. But maybe he was grieving that—the fact that he would never get to know her. 
“God, man. I— I’m sorry.” Percy couldn’t think of anything else to say. “She sounds like she was great.” 
Luke couldn’t even manage a smile this time as he stared at the wall. Percy was surprised he could even talk to him about it. 
“She was,” he murmured. “You would’ve liked her. And gods,” this time, a bit of a smile broke through despite it all, “she would have loved a little brother.” 
“I’m gonna make her proud on this quest,” Percy vowed. “I’m gonna clear our dad’s name for her.”
Something in Luke’s gaze had changed—sadness, almost regret. “You’re a good kid, Percy. I hope your quest doesn’t change that.” 
I hope I come back alive, he wanted to say. But given the topic matter, he didn’t. Percy carefully folded the letter back up and handed it to Luke. 
“Thank you for telling me about her, man,” Percy said. “I… I know it can’t be easy.”
Luke let out a shuddering breath as he stared at the closed letter—Percy wondered how many times he must have sat in this same position, reading her words. “No better way to honor her memory than helping her brother.” He glanced at Percy. “I see a lot of her in you.” 
He’d been wondering if he had anything in common with her. Percy felt a sudden flare of anger shoot through him—it wasn’t fair that she was dead. Poseidon was a god, and she was a teenager. He should have saved her. 
Percy’s mouth was drier than a desert. A part of him wanted to curl up in a ball and sob over the sister he never got the chance to know, but the other part of him knew—from what little Luke had told him about her—that she wouldn’t want him to. 
“I should get going,” Percy said, standing up from the floor. “We have to leave for the quest soon, and Annabeth and Grover are probably wondering where I am, and…” 
Percy trailed off, and Luke nodded in understanding. He turned around and took one of the photos off the wall—one of you alone in the middle of a park, wearing a bucket hat and absolutely beaming. 
“You deserve to have a part of her with you,” he said. “For good luck.” 
He felt himself choking up, and he pushed it down as he accepted the photo. “Thanks, man. It means a lot.”
“Good luck, Percy,” Luke said. “You’ve got a lot of people rooting for you.”
Percy found himself studying the picture of you once he made it outside, trying to memorize your face. With your wide, infectious smile that emanated pure sunlight, he could have mistaken you for an Apollo kid. But when he looked at you, he got that same warmth that he felt every time he imagined his father. 
“I won’t let you down,” he murmured. “I promise.” 
-
After sleeping in his train seat for half the day, Percy vowed to never complain about his bed in Cabin Three again. He was gonna be going down to the Underworld with permanent cricks in his neck. 
Grover was still sound asleep—Percy envied him for how easily it came to him in the worst conditions—but thankfully, Annabeth wasn’t. Her gaze was focused on the view as their train chugged along. 
Percy cleared his throat in a flawless attempt at getting her attention, and it worked. 
“You’re awake,” she said. 
“Unfortunately.” Percy sighed. “How much longer do you think it’ll be?” 
“Another day, at least,” she said. “And we’ve got a layover in St. Louis.” 
“St. Louis,” he hummed. “Nice.” 
They sat in silence for a while—there wasn’t much to talk about when they were coming off of two— or was it three, now?—near-death experiences. But eventually, Annabeth cleared her throat, taking a page from his book, and it worked again. 
“There— there’s probably something you should know,” Annabeth said, and that worked even better than clearing her throat. “You’re not the only Big Three kid to come through Camp Half-blood lately.” 
“I know,” he said. “Grover and Luke explained it.” 
Her eyes widened slightly and she leaned forward in her seat. “Luke did?” 
“…Yeah. You all already told me about Thalia.” Percy glanced away, suddenly feeling a chill in the train car. “Luke told me about my sister.” 
Annabeth went silent. 
“It’s okay,” he said. “I kind of annoyed Luke until he told me. Doesn’t really seem like a subject people at camp like to talk about.” 
“I’m just surprised he did,” she murmured. “They were… they were close, Percy. Her death destroyed him—Thalia and your sister. All of it’s complicated.”  
“Yeah,” he sighed, “I got some of that.” 
“I only knew her for a year at camp, but everyone loved her,” she said. “She was nice. Popular. Always helped when she could, always had the biggest, most infectious smile on her face.” Annabeth looked down at her hands. “She didn’t deserve the fate she got.” 
Percy didn’t think he’d ever grieved so much for someone he never knew. “But her and Luke—were they…?” 
“Yeah,” Annabeth said, “they were a thing, later on.” 
That seemed to be all she wanted to say on the matter. Percy decided not to push. 
“How did you meet her?” he asked. 
Annabeth’s lips pressed into a thin line. “I met her on the day I thought I would die.”
-
For the first time in her life, Annabeth Chase couldn’t think. 
It had all happened so fast. One second she was running with Luke and Thalia and Grover, praying to her mother and any other gods that would listen to make the horde of monsters let up even a centimeter.
The next, she’d collapsed on the ground, never so grateful to have grass and dirt and dust in her face. But she could hear Luke yelling, barely able to make it out in her delirious state—she didn’t know when she’d last had a sip of water, and they’d been running for at least three miles—but he sounded hysterical. 
She remembered her last clear thought: they weren’t going to make it. 
But they had. They had, so why was Luke losing his mind? 
Annabeth pulled herself up from the ground—how long had she been bleeding out of those slashes on her arm?—and looked for the rest of her friends. Luke wasn’t yelling anymore, instead arguing with someone she didn’t recognize in a bright orange shirt. Grover’s furry legs trembled as he stared down the hill they’d just gotten up, completely silent, and Thalia— 
Where was Thalia? 
Annabeth tried to get up but her legs gave out almost immediately, and steady arms caught her before she could fall to the ground again. Kind eyes served to ease some of her panic—she was older than Annabeth, maybe around Luke or Thalia’s age. 
Thalia— 
“Hey, you’re okay,” the voice said, and Annabeth’s attention was drawn back to you. “I’ve got you.” 
“Where’s Thalia?” she blurted out, because now she couldn’t think of anything else. 
Your brows creased and you glanced back down the hill—Annabeth did too, and she saw Grover and Luke arguing with each other. Or rather, Luke was yelling at him as Grover anxiously hooked his hands through his hair. 
“I don’t know,” you said, “but right now, I need to make sure you’re okay. Are you hurt?” 
Annabeth absentmindedly held up her arm, but she was only focused on her friends. Why wasn’t Thalia with them? Why was Luke so upset?
You cursed under your breath in Ancient Greek as you cradled her arm, and you looked back down the hill. Annabeth could see at least half a dozen other kids. 
“We’ve got two half-bloods and a satyr, one injured!” you yelled back. “Get Molly and Brayden!” 
“Three,” Annabeth found herself saying. “There’s three half-bloods—” 
“Annabeth!” 
Her head shot up at the sound of Luke calling her name as he bounded over, and her eyes widened at the blood steadily spidering across the fabric of his shirt. 
“Luke, you’re hurt—” 
“I’m fine,” he insisted. “It’s fine.” 
“We have Apollo kids coming,” you said, looking up at him, still cradling Annabeth’s arm. “We’ll get y—” 
Your sentence stuck in your throat, and Annabeth could see tears welling in your eyes as your brows furrowed. She thought Luke’s eyes might burst out of his skull as he stared at you, his lips parted but nothing coming out. Neither of you were able to form words. 
When he finally did get something out, it was a single name. One Annabeth knew by heart, one that he’d mourned for years. 
“Luke?” you whispered. 
Before he had the chance to do anything, two teenagers got over the hill and called out your name, the same one Luke used. He always said you were dead, but you clearly weren’t dead, because you were here and you had her arm in your grasp and while your hands were cold, they weren’t cold enough to be dead— 
“Molly’s gonna take care of you,” you said, looking back at Annabeth and cutting off her inner dialogue. “She’ll get you to the infirmary and heal you up, okay?” 
“My friends—” 
“They’re gonna be okay too,” you said. “I promise.” 
Annabeth looked up at Luke, and he nodded. “We’ll be with you soon, Annabeth. We— we have to talk about some things.” 
So she went with Molly down the hill, and Annabeth put pressure on her bleeding wound when she told her to—it had started to sting like hell now that her adrenaline was fading. 
She looked back just in time to see you and Luke share the tightest hug ever. 
The hug of two people who realized they weren’t seeing ghosts, Annabeth thought. 
-
You bolted up in bed, eyes wide and your chest heaving as you rapidly sucked in air. Your fingers found purchase in your bedsheets, desperate for something familiar—it took a second for you to recognize your surroundings, that you weren’t in an endless void, but your childhood bedroom offered little comfort.  
You ran a hand over your forehead, damp with sweat, as you tried to calm down. Your breathing slowed, but you couldn’t shake that awful feeling that hung over you in your sleep. 
Your nightmares were getting worse, you knew that much. That raspy, demented voice used to be a rarity, and now it appeared every night. You could usually deal with your nightmares, but the sense of absolute dread that voice and the pit fostered in you was too much. You hadn’t managed to sleep through the night once since you came home for the school year.
You could deal with the monsters—to you, this was the worst part of your godly blood.
A knock rattled on the door out of nowhere, and you nearly jumped out of your skin. The only thing that calmed you down was the thought that monsters didn’t knock. 
“Come in,” you croaked, your throat drier than a desert. 
Thankfully, a monster hadn’t come to make your night even more miserable. Luke stood in the doorway, his eyebrows creased in concern, messy curls hanging just above his eyes. He wore the Red Sox t-shirt you’d bought for him at the game you dragged him to, and in your addled state, you didn’t even think to tease him about it. 
“Are you okay?” He should’ve been as disoriented as you, but his alerted eyes told a different story. 
You could only think of one thing. “How did you know?” 
Luke’s lips parted for a moment, as if he hadn’t even considered it. “I could just feel it.”
You managed a smile despite every atom in your body screaming at you. “I think that means you can come in.” 
He closed the door behind him, and you shifted over in your bed to make room for him. There wasn’t much in a twin, but you made it work. Luke’s weight pressed into the mattress, making you adjust your position, and it was more comforting than any amount of blankets. 
“You’re so cold,” he murmured, laying the back of his hand against your arm. “How do you live like that?” 
“Blame my dad,” you said. “I’ve got water in my blood.” 
“I think that’s probably a bad thing,” Luke said, and you knocked your shoulder into his with a huff. 
“You know what I mean.” 
Luke let his hand fall back in his lap, and as you brought your knees up to your chest, you pulled the covers with them. 
“So,” Luke said, glancing at you, “what’s got you awake at the witching hour?” 
“The usual,” you mumbled. 
“Nightmares that might be prophetic?” he asked. 
You made a lazy gesture with your hand. “Bingo.” 
“The worst sense of dread imaginable?” 
“Bullseye.” 
“I’m sorry,” he said. 
You shrugged. “It’s nothing I can’t deal with.” 
“You don’t always have to put on a front, y’know,” Luke said. You felt his eyes on you. “You don’t always have to be strong.” 
“I’m naturally strong,” you said with mock austerity. “Comes with the god for a dad.” 
Luke chuckled and shook his head. “You know what I mean.” 
“Yeah,” you murmured. 
You leaned into his side, fitting your head into the crook of his neck. Luke wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer, and you let out a contented sigh. 
That voice in your nightmares seemed so small when you had Luke. 
“Can you stay?” you asked softly. 
He didn’t hesitate. “Of course.” 
“Just like old times,” you whispered. 
“Just like old times,” he agreed. 
Luke ran hot, and you’d never been more thankful for it as you fully settled into his side. Icy blood ran through your veins, and you let out a shaky sigh. You could hear his steady breathing, feel his heartbeat through his chest, and the anxiety from earlier began to steadily fade. You never felt safer than when you were with Luke. 
There was something between you—you weren’t that stupid—but you hadn’t talked about it. With you and Luke, it was just… you and Luke. You didn’t have to put a label to it. 
How could you put a label to your relationship, when you’d spent your first few years together fighting for each day, and then the next few thinking the other was dead? 
Maybe someday, you would talk about it. But for now, this was more than enough. 
“Don’t worry,” Luke murmured in your ear as your eyes began to droop. “I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.” 
And by the gods, you believed him. 
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hi baby!! dont worry!! it was about reader getting so stressed and annoyed while building a gingerbread house that they throw it in the garbage because its going all wrong and carmy finds it hilarious lol then he builds one for her hehe<3 love u
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Perfectionist.
Your boyfriend being a professional chef has its perks - especially when it comes to gingerbread houses.
pairing - carmen berzatto x female reader warnings - cursing word count - under 1k!! short and sweet author's note - just a little dose of carmy at christmas for you. thanks baby angel for sending this request in (twice!!) <3
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"Fuck this."
Carmy hears your raised voice and immediately comes running, coming to a halt in the doorway of the kitchen.
"You good, baby?"
"No."
The frown on your face is amusing him to no end, fighting to keep his smile from breaking out. He doesn't want to minimise your feelings, but you're cutest when you're mad.
Carmy takes in the scene in front of him, surveying carefully. There's chunks of gingerbread scattered across the table, icing dripping from the tablecloth. Your kitchen looks like a candy store exploded - sweets in red, green and blue littered over every surface. You're caked in frosting, hair falling into your eyes as you take deep breaths to try to keep your anger at bay.
"I knew this wouldn't be easy, but fuck me, Carmy... I'm on the brink of a breakdown here."
He makes his way over, grinning like an idiot. It's not often he gets to help you with things - you're fiercely independent, determined to get stuff done all by yourself. He likes teaching you, getting to feel like he's easing your worries a little.
"You want my help?"
"I said I'd do it," you huff, on the verge of stamping your feet and pushing the table over.
"It won't kill you to ask for what you need, baby."
You roll your eyes, bottom lip caught between your teeth. It's difficult for you to admit defeat, but you might rip your hair out if your gingerbread collapses one more time.
"Can you help me, Carm?" you whisper.
"What was that, honey? Say it again?"
You sigh in exasperation, slumping back into your chair.
"Can you help me, Carmen? Please?"
He beams at you like the cat that got the cream, making his way over to sit next to you at the table.
"Lets start again, hmm?"
"Good idea."
You pick up the remnants of your gingerbread house and throw them so forcefully, the trash can almost tips over. Carmy laughs, wrapping his arms around you from behind.
"I think we've finally found the one thing you're not good at, honey. It's a Christmas miracle."
You can't help but chuckle, leaning your head back to rest against his shoulder. He presses a kiss or four into your neck, nosing at the spot under your ear.
"Okay, Mr Michelin Star. Show me what you got."
You bake, first, Carmy explaining how to get the perfect texture you need for structural soundness. He even gets out a ruler, measuring the rolled out dough so the sides will be even.
He kisses you lazily while your gingerbread is in the oven. You're propped up on the counter as he stands between your legs, arms thrown around his shoulders. He tastes like cinnamon and spice, groaning when you lick the sugar straight from his tongue.
When it's cooled, you begin your assembly, sitting back while Carmy trims and remeasures. He draws out a template with a pencil and cuts accordingly, ensuring each piece has a straight edge. You watch in awe as he works, so careful, so attentive. You're fighting not to jump his bones at any given moment.
It's time to build, and Carmy has the perfect plan. He's made a thickened sugar syrup that acts as a glue, hardening when it dries and keeping everything together. His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he concentrates, determined not to mess this up for you.
He steps back, then, to let you decorate. You clearly have a vision, your picturesque idea of what you wanted your original creation to look like. Carmy makes you multiple bags of icing in different colours, and melts down candies so you can make windows and doors. He opens packets of chocolates, and carves into them with a knife to make little trees for the yard.
Hours later, when you're both covered in powdered sugar and melted chocolate, you step back to admire your masterpiece.
"Holy shit, Carm."
"We did good, huh?"
"Is there like, a business in this? Can we do this for a living?"
He laughs, the sound vibrating through you from where his chest his pressed to your back. He's got you tightly in his arms, swaying gently to the soft music that plays from the radio.
"What were you saying about finding the one thing I wasn't good at, Berzatto? Hmm?"
He spins you, pressing his forehead into yours.
"I take it back. I take it all back, baby. You're good at everything."
"Especially gingerbread houses."
"Especially gingerbread houses."
You lean up to kiss him, wiping some frosting off his cheek with your thumb.
"Thanks for not making me feel like an idiot."
"I would never. Life is a learning curve, baby, You taught me that."
"I love you," you whisper. "And just so you know, we're never eating that. It's going to have to be display only."
He laughs, full chested and whole hearted, moving his hands to cradle your face.
"I love you too, baker extraordinaire. We don't need to eat it, anyway. We've got all this candy to get through."
You reach behind him to pick up a chocolate, tossing it into your mouth.
"It isn't as sweet as you," you wink.
A blush rises up his cheeks as he rolls his eyes, pulling you in closer.
"Merry Christmas, baby."
"Merry Christmas, Carmen."
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just another love song
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pairing: anthony lockwood x fem reader
content: almost six thousand words of yearning and fluff. everyone sees it but them trope! reader is implied to be shorter than him, reader neglects her personal health for a sec, but u can skip the acts of service section if this bothers u!
word count: 5.6k i have a problem
summary:
you dont believe you and lockwood are in love with each other. george and lucy prove you wrong.
or,
you and lockwood through the five love languages
notes: title from lovesong by beabadoobee its so fitting bc i can not stop writing about this boy. thank u anon for ur request i hope its ok i took many creative liberties with it lol!!
“Lucy, you’re insane.”
“I’m insane? You’re the one who’s in a relationship and doesn’t even know about it.”
The roll of your eyes was nearly automatic.
The both of you were sprawled out on Lucy’s blue and yellow sheets while you helped her paint her nails. She was complaining earlier about how she sucked at painting with her nondominant hand, so you offered to do it for her.
You probably would have changed your mind if you realized she was going to corner you about your apparent relationship with your best friend.
Lucy’s face was half pressed into her blanket while her hand was propped up on one of her pillows. You were only halfway done, but you fought the urge to leave the rest of her nails unpainted as a form of protest.
“C’mon, you really can’t see it?”
“See what?”
“The way Lockwood’s in loooove with you.”
“He’s not.”
“He is.”
“He’s not.”
“He i—”
Lucy immediately went quiet at the sound of a knock on her door.
“Who is it?” She called out while you put another coat of black polish on her index finger.
“It’s George. Lockwood sent me up here to tell you he’s starting dinner,” he voiced through the door.
“He’s in the kitchen?” Lucy asked.
“No, he’s getting dinner ready in the library,” George responded sarcastically. “Yes, Luce, he’s in the kitchen. Why?”
“Perfect. You mind coming in and shutting the door behind you, Georgie?”
Your confusion only seemed to grow, but Lucy did nothing but wave you off as the sound of George ascending the steps grew louder. He took in the sight of Lucy face down on her stomach while you painted her nails, a disgruntled look on your face. He sank into the mattress next to Lucy, prompting her to speak.
“How long would you say Lockwood’s been in love with her for?”
“Lucy!” You scolded, blood rushing to your face. “George, don’t listen to a thing she says, she’s crazy.”
“For as long as they’ve known each other, probably,” he said matter-of-factly. “Why?”
That shut you up rather quickly. The girl next to you let out a rather evil sounding cackle.
“She doesn’t believe it when I tell her they’re practically dating. Oh — and get this! She doesn’t think he’s in love with her.”
George blew air through his nose, one of his quiet laughs.
“That’s funny.”
“I know, right! And—”
“I’m literally right here, you know.” You cut in, aggrieved and a little embarrassed.
George tilted his head to look at you, genuine curiosity swimming in his eyes. “Well, why don’t you believe her?”
“Because he doesn’t like me like that,” you said simply. You ignored the way your heart oddly constricted in your chest.
You tugged a bit harshly on your necklace that now felt like it was choking you, missing the way George took note of the movement.
“What even led you two into thinking that we’re madly in love with each other?”
Lucy rolled over onto her back, effectively stopping you from painting her nails.
“I’m so glad you asked, because I can name a few.”
“Oh, can you?” You challenged.
“She’s been planning this intervention for a while,” George added.
You rolled your eyes again.
Lucy leaned over to rifle around in her drawer, careful of her wet nails. From it, she procured a bright pink magazine, the color nearly blinding your eyes. She rifled through it before finding the page she was looking for.
“Lockwood’s been a passenger on the Love Train for so long, he’s past the point of just having one or two love languages. He manages to hit all five. Daily.”
You had to admit, you were slightly impressed with how prepared she was, already knowing which page to turn to.
You couldn’t help but ask, “Just how long have you been thinking about this?”
“A while.”
The look on your face made George laugh. “Believe us, if you were around a couple like you and Lockwood for this long, you would go a little insane too.”
You shoved his shoulder playfully before leaning closer to the magazine Lucy had pulled out.
She pointed to a bulleted list on the center of the magazine page. The title, The Five Love Languages, was written in frilly cursive and surrounded by hearts and a drawing of Cupid.
You read on.
Want to know how to love your significant other better? Find out what their Love Language is! This article was written by Tammy, our resident love expert!
“I’m so glad we’re getting a real professional opinion on this,” you deadpanned.
Lucy jabbed a finger at the first bulleted point. “Suspend your disbelief for a second, alright?”
“Acts of service,” she began. “We all know how much Lockwood loves those.”
It wasn’t unusual for case research to stretch on for multiple days. With some visitors going back centuries, it was actually very normal. Records could be hard to find, which meant spending many late nights. Oftentimes, the four of you would be poring over documents under the light of the moon until it gave way to early morning sunrise.
There was nothing quite like finding the piece of information that made all the pieces fall into place, and you were clearly committed to finding it. You had been running yourself ragged over this job, scarily determined to find and secure the source.
Ms. Church was a kind old lady who pinched Lockwood’s cheeks and offered you all caramels from her bag. This particular visitor had been tormenting her for weeks. Terrified and unsafe, she came to seek Lockwood and Co.’s help.
Everyone knew you were insanely sympathetic. And when you saw the suffering of this sweet woman caused by this specific visitor, you would not let yourself rest until it was dealt with. Quite literally.
After the first late night of research, Lockwood had walked you to your room, ensuring that you actually got in bed. After months of working together, he was well aware of your working tendencies.
“Go to sleep,” he reminded you. “I know you’re eager to close this case, but get some rest first, alright? We’ll start early in the morning if you’re so eager.”
Your laughter was muffled by your blankets. “I can’t believe the champion of sleep deprivation is telling me to go to sleep right now.”
He gave you a fond smile. “I’ll only get some rest if you promise to as well, so you better close your eyes.”
An exaggerated sigh spilled from your lips as you turned over. “I suppose I’ll sleep. G’night, Anthony.”
He flicked the lightswitch off. “Goodnight,” he said into the darkness before swinging your door shut. You could hear the creaking of the floorboards get further away as he retired to his room too.
You shut your eyes as promised, and waited for sleep to take you. After being focused on a case for hours, it was near impossible to shut your brain off. You tried counting sheep, but found them morphing into visitors instead. Case facts tumbled around in your mind like clothes in a washing machine.
Groaning, you sat up in bed. If you were going to think about the case, you might as well look over the actual documents.
You made your way to your desk with all the stealth of a fox, wondering if Lockwood was awake. His room was just across the hallway, and you couldn’t help but feel like you were doing something wrong by staying up.
Why were you even worried about what he had to think? You weren’t a kid, you could do whatever you wanted.
Nevertheless, you made sure to keep as quiet as possible. When Anthony slept, he would either go into a sleep state similar to Ghost-Lock, or a sleep state that had him waking up at sounds half a mile away. You hoped that tonight was not one of the latter days.
It’s not even that late, you justified, looking at your clock. You promised him you would get some rest, but never said how much.
You could keep your promise to him while still doing something with your overactive mind. Sleep would come in a couple hours when you got tired, you were sure of it.
It did not.
Without you realizing, the clock was showing you a time you definitely should have been asleep by. A glance up from your papers showed the sun already risen through your window.
Oops.
You tried to reason with yourself. Against your will, you had nearly dozed off about a hundred times that night. Those brief moments of sleep had to have added up to at least an hour. Technically, you hadn’t gone back on your promise. Not really.
It would have to do. You pulled the documents into a pile, and made your way downstairs to make something for the four of you to eat. One by one, your friends trickled down the steps. Lucy was first, looking rather nice for someone who had just woken up. She lit up at the sight of the breakfast you had prepared and gave you a kiss on the cheek in thanks.
George was next, looking like the epitome of a good night’s rest with his ruffled hair and wrinkled tee. His dimples popped up when you handed him his special plate.
By the time Lockwood arrived, the three of you had finished your meals. The boy looked the complete opposite of the well rested George. The dark circles under his eyes were prominent as always, and you wondered if he also hadn’t slept. His face pulled down into a frown at the sight of you already filtering through papers this early in the morning.
Anthony took his usual seat next to you, studying your face carefully. “You look tired.”
“I’m fine,” you said honestly. Although you hadn’t gotten any sleep, you felt unaffected by it. If anything, you felt more energized than you were normally.
“Did you eat?”
“Yes, I had some biscuits and tea.”
“And you’re feeling alright?”
“Of course,” you assured him. “After I made breakfast, I went through our remaining files and divided them equally between the four of us. This way, we can be as efficient as possible.”
You motioned to the individual stacks of papers you, Lucy, and George were leafing through. His pile was sitting on the counter behind him, while his usual breakfast plate was placed in front of him.
He hummed. “Thank you.”
He began to eat, but you could feel his gaze on you from your peripheral vision. Glancing up at him, you found that you couldn’t read the expression on his face.
He was studying you like one of the crosswords in the paper he loved to do. You swear he was an old man in a teenager’s body.
The time ticked by steadily as he slowly finished his plate and the rest of you made your way through your piles. After a few more minutes of this, you excused yourself to get a pen you forgot in the other room. Lockwood didn’t take his eyes off of you until the kitchen door swung shut behind you.
As if he had been planning for this very moment, he put down his fork and slipped about a third of the papers in your pile into his.
George guffawed. “Looks like we know who the favorite child is.”
Lucy could not help but join in on the teasing. “You mind taking some of my pile too, Lockwood? Seeing as you’re being particularly kind.”
Lockwood shrugged, unashamed.
“Just trying to make things easier for her. She didn’t sleep last night.”
You burst through the door a few moments later, and dived right back into work, completely unaware of your missing papers. This did nothing but affirm Lockwood’s suspicions. On any normal day, you would’ve called attention to the difference immediately. Your sleep deprivation was getting the better of you.
He huffed, a little bothered. He wasn’t upset with your dedication to work, in fact, he admired it. He just wished that you would take care of yourself a little better. You wouldn’t know what a healthy life and work balance was if it hit you in the face.
Of course, he wasn’t any better, but at least he was self aware.
Looking over a rather interesting photograph, you took no notice of Lockwood washing his dish in the sink and rifling around for something on the top of the pantry. Your attention was drawn to him when he placed something in front of you.
“I picked these up for you yesterday.”
Trying to focus your eyes, it took you a moment to realize it was a tin of your favorite cookies.
He knew you so well, it made you want to explode.
You beamed up at him. “Anthony, thank you, thank you, thank you! Where did you find these? The corner store has been out of stock for weeks!”
“Found them at a little store in Piccadilly Circus,” he lied. He had taken a thirty minute cab ride to get these, but you didn’t have to know that.
Giddiness written all over your face, you got up, ready to squeeze the life out of him.
Instead, you became a victim of gravity immediately. The room went dark and you had to grip the table to keep from falling over.
“Woah,” you breathed out on shaky legs. Your hands went to hold your head, your vision still swimming. Lockwood grabbed onto your shoulders to stabilize you.
“Are you alright?”
He looked concerned, you think. You couldn’t really see that well. George and Lucy looked up from their documents, everyone now aware of the fact that you were not alright.
“I’m fine, I swear. I think I just got up too fast.” You rubbed your temples, trying to bring back your sense of sight.
Lockwood was not having any of it. His frown deepened.
“No, you’re tired and running on no hours of sleep. You need to get some actual rest,” he admonished you, guiding you to the door.
Thoughts about the job disappeared from his mind completely. You were now the only thing he was concerned about.
Already halfway up the steps, he missed the knowing look your two friends shared.
Instinct carried your feet towards your door, but you let yourself be led away when Lockwood steered you towards his own room.
“I take it you broke our promise, then?” He asked as he corralled you into his bed.
“Sorry,” you said into his sheets.
“Don’t apologize. Truthfully, I didn't get much sleep last night, either.”
He pulled the covers up to your neck, and you held back your comment about how much of a mother hen he was.
“Actually get some rest this time.”
“What about you?”
The chair at his desk squeaked as he pulled it out.
“I’ll be here until you fall asleep.”
“You need rest too, though. You didn’t sleep either.”
He smiled warmly. “I’ll be fine.”
“Then we can stay up together.”
“We can’t help our lovely Ms. Church if half the agency is dead on their feet.”
“That means you need sleep, too. Lay down with me.”
“I’ll fall asleep before you, and who’s to say you won’t escape my evil clutches and go back downstairs?” He was settled into the chair at this point, one leg kicked onto the ottoman.
“I promise you that I won’t.”
“Because our last promise turned out so well?” The incredulous look on his face had you backtracking.
“Fine, I won't promise, I’ll swear it to you. Make a vow, I don’t know. If you really doubt your ability to stay awake while we lay down, then read a book or something. Just don’t sit in that rickety old chair. You’ll get back issues, you old man.”
That seemed to convince him enough to get up. He peeled back the covers and rolled you onto your stomach when you wouldn’t move off his side of the bed. Your hair now obstructing your vision from his manhandling, you could only hear when he opened his drawer and pulled something out.
Well, how were you supposed to sleep when you were this curious?
Rolling back over to face him, you felt the oxygen leave your body.
He was propped against the headboard, a hardcover book in his hand. He refused to read softcover books, and called them annoying repeatedly. The novel was one you had got him last month.
Anthony wasn’t doing anything remarkable, just lounging next to you and reading. But love made people act funny, and rather interesting thoughts started swirling in your head. You wouldn’t mind if you had this for the rest of your life, the two of you in one house forever.
“Can you read to me?” You asked before you could lose the courage.
Wordlessly, he dropped his right arm so you could rest your head there, letting you see the words on the page. Leaning on his shoulder and his voice in your ear, you fell into the best sleep you had in ages.
You smiled affectionately at that memory. Since that day, Lockwood had got on your case about selfcare whenever he could. If he even thought you were close to pushing your limits, he would cut you off immediately, forcing you to take a break.
Lockwood cared a lot, there was no doubt about it. But you were still rather unconvinced.
George cleared his throat, and you could practically feel the teasing that was about to ensue. “Lockwood left me and Luce all alone downstairs after that. What were you two even doing up there? Just sleeping, I hope—”
“He read me a book,” you said, amused. “And then I fell asleep. That’s all.”
Lucy continued to smile evilly.
“And that brings us to our next point. Quality time.”
George thought that the most interesting thing in the house was the piano.
It was interesting to him solely for the fact that no one ever played it. When he had asked Lockwood about it, he had claimed he was out of practice and didn’t know how to play anymore.
(He was a little liar, by the way.)
George tried convincing him to pick it back up again by listing off all the benefits of playing an instrument. Lockwood rejected him each time.
“Between running my very successful psychical agency and gracing you with my presence, I’m a little pressed for time.”
George reluctantly let that slide.
Lockwood was caught in his lie when George and Lucy had come back from a trip to Satchell’s. They had been low on flares for weeks, and this upcoming job forced them to actually go out and get some.
George had volunteered immediately, already planning his side quest to the grocery store to pick up snacks. Lockwood was such a by-the-list shopper, much to George’s dismay. If it wasn’t a necessity on the list, it wasn’t getting bought.
For someone who loved eating George’s biscuits, Lockwood sure had a lot to say about getting ‘unnecessary things while shopping.’
Lucy volunteered to go with him, not wanting to make him go alone.
This left you and Lockwood alone at home, left to do whatever two people who were in a relationship but not dating did with their free time.
He was really at his wit’s end with you two.
Weighed down by the supplies and very necessary snacks, George nudged the front door open with his foot.
The sound spilled out of the house immediately. It was the beautiful sound of the piano.
Lucy looked just as shocked as George was. The sound of the instrument was unfamiliar to hear inside 35 Portland Row. To the two of them, it was the first time the piano had ever been played.
The song was easily recognizable as your favorite, a tune you hummed under your breath all the time. They had no idea you could play as beautifully as this, and you were obviously extremely talented. The song continued on as the two entered.
The four of you spent almost all your time together, and neither George nor Lucy had ever seen you go near the instrument. Trying to be respectful, George chanced a quick look into the room.
The bags nearly fell from his hands.
At the piano bench wasn’t you. It was Lockwood.
His hands flew up and down the keys, clearly a natural. Lucy would’ve thought it was a trick of the light if she wasn’t witnessing this with her own eyes.
The song came to an end and it was only then that George noticed you standing at the end of the piano, smiling in awe. You began speaking animatedly, probably praising him for his great playing. He could see that your eyes were filled with nothing but adoration.
Lucy thought it was sickeningly cute.
The same look was evident on Lockwood’s face as well, pure fondness in the way he looked at you. He got up from the bench, giving you room to sit down. You sat down in the spot he just vacated, and he moved to stand behind you, a perfectly practiced motion.
He spoke slowly as he talked to you about the instrument, and you tentatively placed your hands on the keys before more notes sounded from the piano. You played the first half of the song before tapering off.
Standing over you, his arms came around your body as he placed his hands on yours. The rest of the song began to fill the room, although it was at a slower tempo.
Still frozen in shock, Lucy nearly dropped a bag on her foot when Anthony spoke directly to her and George. His eyes didn’t leave the keys the entire time.
“Would you two like to sit in on our lesson?”
George showed no signs of embarrassment at being caught. Dropping everything in his hands, he bounded right over to the nearest armchair and got comfortable. Adding her bags to the growing pile, Lucy took a seat on the armrest, only a little sheepish.
“Anthony’s been giving me lessons for a few weeks,” you explained, a giddy smile on your face. “He’s basically Mozart, you should’ve been here to hear him play.”
He smoothed a hand over your back, his eyes crinkling. “Chopin should watch out for you. It took me months to master what you’ve learned in a few weeks.”
You shifted on the bench, embarrassed by his compliment. Lucy piped up with a music request, a song from a couple of decades ago that all four of you loved. You made space for him on the seat, and the three of you watched, gobsmacked, as Lockwood played the song from memory.
So much for not remembering how to play, thought George.
You did nothing but shrug at your two friends. “I mean, caring about me and spending time with me? Those are things that we do,” you said, motioning between the three of you. “We can’t possibly all be in love with each other. So what’s the difference between me and Lockwood?”
Lucy grumbled, growing a bit frustrated at your blindness. She pointed to the next two things on the list. Words of affirmation and gifts.
“Lockwood doesn’t exactly wax poetic or spend hundreds of pounds on me and George, now does he?”
It had been months of you and Lockwood’s gross yearning, and frankly, George was sick of it. You denied the dating allegations fervently, but George was unconvinced. You two were lying to his face, he was sure of it. All he had to do was catch you in the act.
George was just leaving the bathroom when he heard Lockwood’s voice from inside your bedroom. The door was wide open, the both of you clearly uncaring about whoever was going to be subjected to whatever relationship business you two were up to.
“Hey,” he heard Lockwood say softly.
Wow. George had never heard someone say ‘hey’ so affectionately in his entire life. Clearly this was more serious than he previously thought.
“Happy one year, Anthony,” you said, just as quietly.
George’s jaw hit the floor. The makings of a grin pulled at his mouth.
He knew it.
You two were liars! He could not believe you guys thought you were being oh so secretive about your relationship. He guessed that your freaky affection could not be helped. Although smug at this revelation, he was still happy for the both of you. The love was evident whenever you interacted, and George was just glad the both of you had come to your senses a year ago.
However, he wondered why you were so adamant on denying it. Probably just trying to avoid the favoritism accusations.
Lockwood laughed. “I can’t believe it’s already been one whole year since you moved in.”
You’re kidding.
The self-satisfied look got wiped off of George’s face immediately.
One year since you moved in? You weren’t celebrating a relationship milestone at all.
George felt the need to rinse out his ears with soap. He could not believe what he was hearing. With the way you two were speaking, one year of marriage would have made more sense.
“It’s been the best year of my life, you know. Living here with my best friend.”
“Oh, I’m glad you like living with George.”
The boy in question made a face. He could hear you hit Lockwood on the shoulder.
“You know what I mean. I’m just grateful I know you. And… I couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else. You’re incredible. And one of my favorite people in the world.”
George suppressed a gag. Love was unfortunately in the air.
“I like you too, I guess,” Lockwood said stupidly.
Your laughter rang out into the hallway. “Come on, I pour out my heart and soul for you and I only get an ‘I guess?’”
“No, you get this, too.”
There was the sound of paper rustling, and then your shocked gasp.
“Anthony, I can’t accept this.”
He laughed lightly. “Yes, you can.”
“This must’ve cost you a fortune. How much was it? I promise I’ll pay you back eventually, just name the price.”
“There is no price. You’ve already paid me back tenfold by putting up with me.”
“I’m serious, Anthony.”
“So am I.” His voice lost the joking lilt to it. “To know you is to love you. And to be able to love you is the greatest gift anyone could ever receive.”
You were stunned into silence for a moment before you spoke again. Your voice was watery. “You’re the most important person in my life. I love you so much.”
“I love you too. You’re my best friend.”
The next day, you came downstairs with a shiny necklace around your neck. George tried not to slap his hand to his forehead.
You and Lockwood had officially made the words “best friend” lose all meaning.
“It’s a cute necklace, by the way,” Lucy teased.
Your face was on fire, and the piece of jewelry around your neck felt heavy suddenly. “George, you really heard all of that?”
He rolled his eyes. “That’s what you get for professing your undying love for each other with the door wide open.”
You pressed your face into one of Lucy’s blue pillows, not able to face them.
“It’s not like that.”
The call of your name made you shoot up off Lucy’s bed.
“George? Lucy?”
It was Lockwood, probably finished dinner downstairs.
“We’re coming!” You yelled down, eager to escape the room (and the conversation).
Lucy’s smile only seemed to grow. You feared for your life.
Lockwood was waiting for the three of you at the bottom of the stairs, his eyebrows raised.
The pleasing aroma of his cooking permeated the air.
“Smells nice,” you greeted, your voice coming out breathless.
His hand skimmed over your arm as you continued past him to the kitchen.
Throughout dinner, you found yourself psychoanalyzing every single interaction you had with Anthony. From the way he pulled out your chair for you and the way he gave you his biscuit when George had his back turned.
He just violated the biscuit rule for you. You wondered if this was love.
You even found yourself questioning his cooking decisions. Tonight’s dish was your favorite, and Lockwood knew it. You gave him a scrutinizing look when his back was turned, much to Lucy’s delight.
You found yourself cursing your friends. You could barely function around him on a normal day, and these thoughts they planted into your mind weren’t helping.
You nearly collapsed when he brushed a strand of hair out of your face. He was just looking at you, and you could feel about eighty emotions rush to the surface.
This had to be love. You were so deeply in love with him.
Much too soon, the night was over. The leftovers were packed away, and Lockwood was at the sink, washing the dishes.
The thought of marriage never sounded sweeter.
Uncaring at this point, you wrapped your arms around his back, frustrated. Your thoughts were all jumbled. His body relaxed at your touch, and then he squeezed one of your hands at his front tightly. You didn’t even care that he got your hand all soapy.
You watched from over his shoulder as he finished drying the last dish and placed it on the rack.
Prying your arms off of him, he managed to loosen your death grip around his waist just enough to spin around and face you. His chin rested on top of your head while his own arms came to rest around your shoulder blades.
“You’ve been quiet. Everything alright?”
You made a noise into the hollow of his throat. “Just thinking.”
He leaned the both of you back against the counter. “Figurative penny for your thoughts?”
Being with him like this was like taking a blanket straight from the dryer and cocooning yourself in it. You felt like a cat resting in a sun spot. Encased in warmth all around.
Your sheer love and care for the boy in you arms made you so soft. This was love.
“George and Lucy made me realize something.”
“Yeah?”
Your knees nearly buckled at the sound of his voice. It was deeper than normal, and the way his voice raised slightly at the end made you feel a little insane.
With a start, you redirected your thoughts. He said a single syllable and it reduced you completely to mush. There had to be something wrong with you.
“What’d you realize?”
“That I’m in love with you.”
Your heart was racing. That six word confession had turned you into a bunch of nerves and clammy palms. Lockwood was quiet, beginning to rub circles into your shoulder with the heel of his palm.
He hummed, a sweet sound that had your heart doing flips in your chest.
“Was wondering when you’d figure that one out.”
If your hands were free, you would’ve hit him hard against the chest. Too reluctant to pull back from him, you settled for pinching his side. You tilted your head to the side and pressed your ear against his chest. His heartbeat was loud and only a little bit erratic. He smiled against your hair.
“I’ve been in love with you for longer, I bet,” he mumbled, always making things into a challenge.
“Really?”
“Definitely.”
“You wanna prove it?”
He leaned back, and you both looked a little shocked at how forward your words were.
“Uh, unless you don’t want to—”
He smiled, and the sight of it was infectious. His face got closer to yours and you had to swallow the enthusiasm that was beginning to bubble within you. His next words were practically breathed out into the silence of the kitchen.
“I’m going to kiss you now, alright?”
Not bothering with an answer, you leaned forward and planted your lips against his.
It was even better than you thought it’d be.
You had no idea how long you sat there, his face in your hands while you made up for lost time. A loud cough had you both springing apart.
Your face was burning up and Lockwood’s chest was heaving, but his smile was as smug as ever.
Lucy was grinning.
George looked disgusted. “Please don’t do that so close to the plates we eat off of.”
Neither of you were allowed to leave the room without about five more minutes of teasing.
As you made your way up the steps, you were stopped by a hand on your sleeve. It was Lockwood, and he pulled you back in to press another kiss to your lips.
“I love you,” he said, and his words sounded like your favorite song he learned to play on the piano just for you.
“Love you too,” you echoed back. Those words had been exchanged between the two of you countless times, but this was the first time it held the weight that it did. As you climbed up the stairs, you found that you had a smile permanently etched on your face.
“You know, we didn’t talk about the fifth love language earlier.”
Lucy was at the top of the next landing, a cheeky smile on her face. Less evil than before, her grin was now more amused than anything.
“What were you going to say?”
“I was going to tell you about the time Lockwood bribed me to switch seats with him so he could sit next to you at the cinema. But I think we just had a great live example of how much you two like physical touch.”
Lucy’s laughter resounded throughout the entire house as you chased her up the steps.
notes: ahh the tangledinlove special! pining and yearning that makes me want to collapse. he needs to be real… jonathan stroud what have you done to me.
as always: please leave feedback if you enjoyed!
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I just finished reading your one piece work about how many kids they have lol , and reader seemed AWFULLY happy about how many of them there is , can you do one where reader is a long time wife/partner of them and is not very thrilled, I just need angst in my life😭💀
Ohhh I love some angst!!
It's Done
Asshole Mihawk x FemReader
Angst + Saddness
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It was rare for you to summon him- As his wife he was used to you being one to not speak with him much. In the past you'd been a chatterbox much to his annoyance, but greatful you had quieted down over the coming years. However when the Transponder Snail on his desk informed him that you'd requested him he was surprised if not mildly intrigued.
Marching down the hallway to you as you saw you, dressed like you were preparing to go outside and eating a fine charcuterie board and sipping on one of his best bottles of wine- much to his ire.
You look up from your glass of wine. Seeing Mihawk step into the room with a bottle of his own drink of choice- Silence filling the room as he looked you over.
"You wished for me wife?" He questioned with his usual stoic manner.
"Another letter- This time a women from East Blue, it's a girl" You say blandly, Tossing the letter on the table as you set down your glass. He didn't seem amused by this, only giving a annoyed sigh and stepping forward prepared to grab the letter however you slammed a manilla envelope on top of the letter before he grabbed it. Yellow eyes looked at you annoyed-
"What is this?-"
He grumbled, you waving off his question for him to just open it. Grabbing the manilla envelope he proceeded to open it, His eyes widening at the stack of papers inside and seeing in bold letters what was written on top. Divorce Decree-
"(Y/N) What is the meaning of this" He hissed and tossed the envelope back down on the table, You pouring yourself another glass of wine.
"Divorce papers, I've already taken the liberty of filling my name on it already" He picked them up again to look for himself- seeing you had indeed signed all the papers already.
You stayed calmly, his face swirling with emotions as he held the papers with a tightened grasp. Clearly anger bubbling below the surface.
"This seems like a extreme reaction to a small issue" He stated calmly, You raising a brow at his statement as you sipped your drink and ate some more of the charcuterie board you'd laid out for yourself.
"Is it?" You question, eating some more till Mihawk reached over and slid the board away from you to stop eating as he stared hard at you- your hands quick to grab your wine glass too before he took that.
"This is a one time thing, it was a drunken-"
"87" You said calmly, drinking down your final glass of wine. He looked at you in question.
"Pardon?-"
"This is your 87th child with a stranger. 48 boys, 39 girls- 25 in the East Blue, 21 in the west, 30 in the North and 11 throughout the Grandline" You recited calmly, his face going to one of shock at hearing your words so blandly spoken or that you knew to the agree of unfaithful he was.
"So what was that about this being the final one?" You ask, standing from your chair to knock the crumbs off your outfit.
"It is natural in wanting to spend time with someone who can provide-" He stated as he watched you prepare to leave.
"Well then its natural that I want a divorce, it's not MY fault that you can't go a few days without fucking some stranger or that you seem to like to like to get every person you meet pregnant" You hissed, Mihawk glaring at you.
"And It is not my fault you are barren- So dont blame me that I spread my legacy elsewhere" He shot back, His words like that final knife to your heart as you stood in the doorway. Mihawk regretted those words the moment they left him, sighing as he rubbed his temple his lips feeling like fire for saying such a thing.
"That.. isnt what I ment I apo-"
"Dont- You're right it's not your fault... just how it's not my fault you're a cheater bastard. We are done Mihawk. My stuff has already been packed and sent away, I will he out of here by tonight" You stated calmly and leaving your library one last time-
"(Y/N)! This is utterly childish and ridiculous" He angrily yelled as he followed you down the hallway. You just grabbing the last suitcase you had set by your former bedroom door.
He grabbed your wrist suddently to stop you from stepping further but you spun around and smacked him hard. The wedding ring still on your hand slicing him across the cheek, as he quickly released your wrist to touch the bloody cut.
You slid off the ring, ignoring the tinge of his blood in it and slammed it into his free hand.
"You will never touch me again-" You all but hiss, disgust dripping from your lips like a venom that shot through his vains.
"(Y/N) it is ignorant to give up an entire relationship for a character flaw- I've been a good husband in other regards" You couldn't help but snort a laugh at this-
"You a good husband? Please tell me, when is my birthday? When was the last time we had sex? Last time you kissed me, Hell last time you even uttered the words I love you? Oh here's a good one when did we get married?" You ask him, He opened his mouth but he couldn't think of an answer to any of those- You smiled sarcastically.
"I thought so... By the way, Our wedding anniversary is today"
His heart sank.. was it really?... he relooked at the divorce papers to see the date of Marriage and he felt a burn of guilt in his chest at the sight- indeed it was today.. 20 years to the day.
He opened his lips to try and conjoure up words to wipe away his actions but he couldnt.. instead looking to your eyes and that's when it hit him- He was no better then a stranger to you seeing the indifference in your gaze at him- Not angry, not sad but just.. indifferent like he was just another person to you.
Sensing that he now understood the true gravity of this all you nod, Grabbing your coat from the rack and slipping it on and set down your copy of the keys to the manor on the side table.
"...You have a wonderful rest of your life Mr. Dracule" You say sternly before walking out of the manor, the Warlord only standing there in a state of shock as his world suddently got so much darker.
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michelleleewise · 1 year
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Chocolate and promises
Pairing: Loki x female reader (eventually)
Warnings: mentions of domestic abuse, slight mention of blood, hitting, mentions of bruises and injuries (not graphic), toxic relationship, reader needs a hug, possessiveness, controlling behavior, self deprecating thoughts, minor dark themes, loki comforting reader
Summary: your friendship with Loki and grown over the last two years, until something threatened to take it away
A/n- this chapter will have two parts. A&B, it was too long for one part lol.... Graphics by: @harlequin-hangout 💚💚
Part one--part two: a-
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You ran down the hall making your way to Loki's room, wanting him to be the first to know, You bounced on your feet knocking on the door hearing shuffling on the other side, smiling as the door opened revealing.. "oh..hey, is Loki in there?" You asked smiling at the man. "Whose asking?" He huffed crossing his arms. Another jealous one..you thought to yourself "y/n...best friend. And you are?" You asked holding your hand out watching him look down his nose at it "Jason.." he sneered keeping his arms crossed. "Well..Jason is Loki here?" You asked again when the door opened further revealing your Loki.
Hello my dear, how are you?" He asked stepping into the hall wrapping you in a hug. "Great! I have news, but your bodyguard here wouldn't let me pass...I must not be on the list." You said as Loki turned to the man. "Just because I shared my bed with you for the night does not give you liberty to tell my friend anything, am I clear?" He snapped seeing Jason's eyes widen "I'm sorry, it won't happen again." He said stepping back "your right, it will not. See that you are gone when I return." He said turning back to you "what was your news darling?" He asked guiding you down the hall to the kitchen.
"Oh yes! Allen asked me to move in with him!" You screeched as loki rounded the island grabbing the kettle "isn't it a bit soon y/n?" He asked seriously filling the kettle "we've been dating six months loki, dont be such a prude." You snarked sitting on the stool "I beg your pardon?" He feigned offense, one hand on his chest "I thought you would be happy for me." You said seriously "I am dear, I just don't want you to rush into anyrhing." He said smiling "some of us don't have as much time as you old man." You snarked "well if your just going to call me an old maid.." he started "no! No..I just...I'm happy." You said smiling as Loki walked around the island "if you are happy then I am." He said pulling you into a hug.
"And everything is going to be great! You'll still see me here, and don't even think your getting out of our movie nights." You smiled hearing him laugh "Well I should hope not, what else do I have to look forward to?" He asked grabbing two cups from the cabinet "Oh I don't know....jason." you smiled seeing him glare at you. "Sorry about that by the way." You said looking down "you did nothing wrong, he had no right to say anything. Besides...he wasn't that good anyway." He said shrugging making you laugh "oh..so no loss then?" You asked as he slid a cup to you "Darling, as long as I have you, I'll be fine." He smiled "ooo careful, your bordering on sentiment." You said sipping your tea. "Only for you my dear." He smiled.
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Loki looked at his phone for the umpteenth time seeing no messages, sighing as he set it down. It was going on six months since you moved out of the tower and he felt like he was losing you more and more each day. He sat back in his chair looking out the window thinking about the last few months. He had noticed your behavior slowly start to change from your happy, bubbly self that he adored beyond reason, to a quiet reserved shell. The drastic change unsettled him, as well as your change in wardrobe. Where once you wore bright pastels, were replaced with blacks and greys with the occasional dark blue. Not to mention the only skin showing was from your neck up and your hands. It gave him an uneasy feeling.
"Friday...is y/n in the tower?" He called out to the ceiling "no Mr Laufeyson she is not." The AI responded making him sigh. He hated what he was about to do but for you he would walk through Helhiem barefoot. He got to his feet and made his way down to the labs. His mind raced with possible scenarios as the elevator traveled down. If that insignificant human hurt you he would end him in the most painful way he could imagine. He was pulled from his thoughts as the elevator dinged, the doors sliding open.
Stark!" He yelled across the lab making Tony jump "geeze Rudolph give a guy a heads up." He said holding his chest "I need to know where y/n is, I have not heard from her in quite some time." Loki said crossing his arms. "Oh, she put her notice in." Tony said sitting down "what does that mean?" Loki snapped staring at him "it means she quit, she isn't here anymore." Tony explained "what..why?" Loki asked taken aback "something about her boyfriend wanting her to stay home or something" Tony said running a hand through his hair "but I told her she's welcome back whenever she wants." Tony explained. "Very well, thank you stark." Loki said turning around. "You've seen it too...haven't you?" Tony called out making Loki stop "whatever you do...don't get caught." Tony said, loki nodded before heading back to his room, something was going on and he was going to get to the bottom of it.
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You heard the doorbell ring, hurrying to the door before it woke Allen, opening it seeing Loki standing there "H..hey...what are you doing here?" You asked looking around "I have not heard from you, so i.." he started "I'm fine..really." you hurried fidgeting with the sleeve of your sweater. You looked up seeing him frown. "Sorry I haven't messaged, I've just been really busy." You said smiling. "That's quite alright dear, I was wondering since you missed movie night, Stark is hosting a small evening for us, and I wanted you to join me." He smiled watching you. "Oh...um I don't know." You trailed off looking down when Loki gently grabbed your hand.
"Please darling, i..I miss you." He said, looking up seeing his eyes soften. "How can I say no to you." You said seeing him smile "then I shall see you there?" He asked "yes, I'll be there." You agreed when Loki leaned forward wrapping his arms around you making you stiffen before he stepped back looking at you "I'll see you tonight " He smiled turning to leave as you slowly closed the door. "Your not going." You heard from behind you making you jump. You turned heading for the kitchen "have you been talking to him again?" Allen asked making you freeze "what did you tell him?" He continued stalking towards you. "You took my phone, how could i...." You were cut off by the back of Allen's hand hitting your cheek, knocking you to the floor, touching your lip seeing red on your fingers.
"Are you talking back?" He snarled looking down at you. "No, I just..." you trailed off as his fingers threaded through your hair pulling harshly "I think someone needs taught a lesson." He said, pulling you up dragging you towards the bedroom "Allen stop! Your hurting me!" You yelled as he opened the door pushing you inside. "You know what to do." He snarled, kicking the door shut. You walked towards the bed, closing your eyes hearing his belt buckle "I think twenty should do it? Don't you think?" He asked walking up behind you. You stayed silent knowing that was the best option.
You laid awake, wincing when you rolled to your side, your eye and cheek stinging. You waiting for Allen to doze off, listening as his breathing evened out you knew it was now or never. You slowly crept out of bed, padding to the closet to grab whatever clothes you could find in the dark before going to the door, looking back hearing him snore you slowly opened the door, slipping out. You walked to the living room quickly throwing on the t-shirt and sweatpants, grabbing your shoes as you tip toed to the door. Slowly opening it to freezing as it creaked, looking back to the bedroom door praying he hadn't heard. After a few minutes you carefully slipped out closing the door behind you. You released the breath you had been holding as you bent down slipping your shoes on, looking up and down the dark street you sighed, starting towards the tower.
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You slunk down alleyways and backstreets until you saw the top of the tower, taking a quick look around before making a run for it. You knew Allen would be awake soon, If he wasn't already and he would definitely notice you missing. You heart raced as you made it to the end of the alley across from the tower, your eye throbbed and your lip burned where it was split but you were so close you could taste it. If you could just make it over there everything would be fine. You took a deep breath, looking up an down the street before bolting to the doors, pulling them as hard as you could but they wouldn't budge. "Shit!...Tony!...Loki!" You yelled as loud as you could knowing they couldn't hear you.
You heard a car up the street, hurrying behind the building trying to hide when the car stopped. "Y/n! I know your out here!" You heard Allen yell making you blood run cold. "Just come home and I'll forgive you." He said when you heard footsteps rounding the building. "You know I love you I just got upset, let's talk about it." He continued. You looked around seeing a dumpster against the building, quickly running over lifting yourself in "stop making this harder then it needs to be!" He yelled when you heard a door fly open "Al, hey...what are you doing here? You heard Tony's voice. "Oh hey Tony, y/n and I had a small disagreement and she left. I thought she might be here." You heard Allen say back making you scoff.
"Well I haven't seen her, but if I do..." he trailed off "what is going on?" You heard a deep voice "loki.." you whispered, feeling a tear run down your cheek "hey lokes, Al here lost y/n." Tony said. "What did you do to her?" You heard Loki ask sternly "that's none of your business." You heard Allen snap back. "She's my friend, so I'm making it my business!" You heard Loki yell before the scuffle of footsteps "ok, ok calm down, Al go home. I'll call you if I see her." Tony said when you heard footsteps retreat. "You will not call him!" You heard Loki yell "of course not! But I wanted him to leave." Tony said. You released the breath you were holding, shifting to lift the lid of the dumpster.
You peeked out seeing Loki holding his daggers and Tony with his blaster on "Hey guys...it's just me." You said quietly, lifting the lid higher "Oh my God..y/n?" Loki said, rushing over he lifted you out like you weighed nothing, setting you on your feet but not letting go "what were you doing in there?" He asked brushing trash off your clothes "he was right behind me, i..." you trailed off feeling your eyes burn. "Well he's gone now, let's get you inside." Tony said holding the door open. Loki gently grabbed your arm guiding you, keeping your head down so your hair would cover your face. Making it upstairs you walked into the common room seeing it empty.
"Ever the insomniacs huh?" You laughed "Well i was headed to bed, y/n your welcome to any room you like, just let me know." Tony said heading back to the elevator "ok, thank you Tony." You said looking down "anytime kid...Loki." Tony said stepping onto the elevator. "I should probably find a room." You said keeping your eyes down, not wanting him to see how weak you had been when you felt his fingers under your chin, slowly lifting your head up to look at him. His eyes meeting your one, traveling across your face when you felt his thumb lightly brush you puffy cheek "l..loki...i..." you tried, feeling a lump rise in your throat when he wrapped his arms around you, gently cradling your head to his chest
"I am sorry y/n, I should have come sooner." He whispered, pressing his cheek to your head "no, it wasn't your fault loki, it was.." you started when he suddenly pulled back "no, absolutely not. None of this was your fault." He said through gritted teeth "I will have his hands for touching you." He growled beginning to pull away "no loki...please. he's not worth it." You said grabbing his shirt "he does not deserve his pathetic existence." He snarled trying to pull free "Please, don't go...stay with me." You whispered making him stop and look at you, his eyes softening "very well, anything for you darling." He said relaxing. "Help me find a room?" You asked looking down the hall. "If you wish, you could stay in my room tonight, everything is already set up." Loki said smiling.
"Are you sure? I don't want to impose." You said fidgeting with your sweater. "You could never impose, come on let's get you settled." He said holding his arm out you looped yours around his as he guided you towards his room. "I'm not displacing Jason am i?" You asked smiling hearing him laugh "I would throw him out of the window for you dear." He said making you laugh "haven't you done that before?" You asked nudging him with your elbow "and I will again." He said looking over smiling at you. You made it to his room as he opened the door waving you in first. You looked around, smiling seeing nothing had changed.
"If you wish you can take a shower, there are towels In the bathroom, have you eaten?" Loki asked turning the lights on "um. No.." you said pulling on your sleeve "ok, I will make you something while you get cleaned up." He said walking into the small kitchen. "Loki.." you trailed off, his eyes meeting yours "Thank you, for everything." You smiled "I would burn the realm for you dear without hesitation." He smiled back. You walked to the bathroom closing the door with a soft click before pulling your sweater over your head, grimacing seeing the bruises littering your skin. Slowly running your fingers over them you finally let yourself feel as tears streamed down your cheeks.
Sinking to the floor you brought your knees to your chest quietly sobbing as the weight was lifted. Your life wasn't your own, it was Allen's. He had taken everything from you, and you were too weak to stop him. You thoughts spiraled when you heard a soft knock on the door "everything alright darling?" You heard Loki ask "yes, I'm ok." You called back wiping your face. "I have some sleep clothes for you when you are done, they are on the bed." He said "ok, thank you." You said standing up. Looking in the mirror at your puffy face you sighed "i want my life back." You said to yourself, walking over to the shower turning it on.
You came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel seeing Loki reading in the living room "I'll be right back" you said trying to duck into the bedroom, but your were sure he saw. You quickly dried off, slipping the clothes on he had left, smelling his cologne on the shirt making you sigh. You grabbed the towel throwing it in the basket seeing his cloak hanging by the door. Thoughtlessly reaching your hand out feeling the material "how is that so soft." You said grabbing it wrapping it around your shoulders seeing it engulphed you as you wrapped it around you. You walked into the living room seeing Loki set his book down "I see you've taken to claiming my things again." He laughed, standing up. "Oh i...um sorry I can put it back." You said starting to take it off when Loki grabbed it pulling it back over you "no, you are welcome to anything you wish darling." He smiled.
"Now, come eat." He said guiding you to the couch, he sat down patting the space between his legs holding up a hair brush "come darling, sit down." He said as you sat down on the floor between his knees, seeing he made you grilled cheese and soup. "T..thank you Loki." You said, feeling the lump return to your throat as he threaded his fingers through your hair. "You are welcome, now eat while I work my magic." He said making you smile. You took a few bites of your sandwich, feeling the brush glide through your hair, closing your eyes sighing "tilt your head Darling." He said as you shifted, laying your head on his thigh feeling his fingers seperate and twist your hair.
"Did you know, where I am from when we go in to battle and return victorious we place a braid in our to symbolize our strength and courage." You heard him say, your scalp tingling feeling his fingers gently glide through your hair "and you my dear have ridden through Hel and emerged triumphant." He said tying the end of the braid setting the brush down. "Darling.." he trailed off, looking down seeing your fast asleep. Running his fingers along the braid you shifted slightly, his cloak slipping down your shoulder revealing a bruise traveling around your neck, clenching his fist he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself as you nuzzled his leg making him smile.
He got up, cradling your head he lifted you up carrying you to the bedroom gently laying you down tucking his cloak around you. Slowly backing up he felt your fingers wrap around his wrist "loki...please.." you trailed off, eyes still closed "yes darling? Do you need something?" He asked watching you "stay.." you mumbled pulling on his arm "I don't know y/n.." he said when you scooted over pulling him with you "please.." you whispered. He sighed, flicking his wrist changed into a shirt and sweatpants he laid down next to you as you curled up to his side, nuzzling your face into his shoulder making him laugh. He ran his fingers through your hair hearing you sigh. "Sweet dreams, my little valkyrie." He smiled closing his eyes.
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alienstardust · 6 months
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* i wish i could pretend i didn't need ya / you keep me coming for you (zoro x f!reader)
♫ “SENORITA” HALOCENE  
Fic request: one of the girls (the idol) and boyfriend (ariana grande) trope. zoro x f!reader they dont really have a relationship but acts like it and zoro gets jealous and stuff - @cloudloki
A/N: Zoro imagine. This is my first Zoro fanfiction. I really hope it's good! And love, i hope I did capture your request! It went through like 3 rewrites lol *covers face* Feedback is appreciated. Thank you again for all the reads and comments on these fics. It does mean a lot. Writing is a hobby of mine, and I just love sharing these things. Ah..here is the story! It does take from the earlier episodes of OPLA lol ♥ [Warnings: soft, some violence, some language]
The little curly-haired baker and you stood in front of Roronoa Zoro as he was tied to two wooden pillars in the middle of an arena. You tilted your head and so did the baker as both of you made eye contact with Zoro. Then, you two straightened up. His arms were stretched out roughly with ropes tied around his forearms, but it didn’t seem to be of any concern to him. You crossed your arms across your chest, then took a side step to cross your ankles. “You’re an idiot.” You squinted up at him. 
The little baker sucked in a gasp as she quickly stared up at you and then back at Zoro with a large frown. “But he stood up for me…” she spoke quietly. “He did what he could.” 
“No, kid. He’s an idiot.” You raised your eyebrows waiting for a response from Zoro
“Did you come here to just mock me?” He exhaled finally averting his gaze from the sand to your face. You gave him a quick smile, then nodded happily. 
“This is great. I am enjoying myself.” Your voice was thick with sarcasm as you faked a chuckle. Finally, you took a step forward to attempt to undo the ropes. The baker turned her head to make sure there weren’t any Marines coming. She saw two people peeking over the fence, she went up to you tugging on your jacket. “Umm…umm…” 
“I’m going as fast as I can, kid.” You ignored her warning until you heard the voices from behind. You stopped what you were doing and patted Zoro’s chest. “I’ll be back!” You grabbed the little baker’s hand and went to hide on the opposite side of the arena. You placed your hand over the kid’s mouth to keep her quiet, just in case they were Marines. The last thing you wanted was for them to snatch up the innocent kid. Then you saw a young man with a straw hat and his friend with bubblegum pink hair talking to Zoro. 
The straw hat pirate - his words - was trying to strike up a deal with Zoro. The friend was a nervous wreck trying to convince Straw Hat they needed to leave. You allowed the girl to yank your hand away, and then you two went up them. 
“Umm… excuse me?” You smiled politely at the two new people. “Monkey D. Luffy? Is that what you said? Are you going to help free my friend?” 
“She’s not my friend,” Zoro spoke dryly and glanced over at you. 
“This idiot,” you casually moved to stand next to Zoro, patting his cheek and squeezing his face playfully/roughly. Zoro narrowed his eyes at you clenching his jaw. You could tell if he could he would’ve already struck you down. So, you decided to have some fun. “I’m in! Whatever it is. I’m in.” 
“Great!” Luffy smiled brightly while nudging his worried friend to try to get him to calm down. “This is going to be awesome. Let’s go find the swords, Koby!” He ran off to get what he needed to help Zoro. 
“You’re going to trust that guy?” Zoro moved against the wooden pillars, then raised his eyebrows. “He doesn’t seem to be aware.”
“Maybe. Maybe not. He seems like he knows what he’s doing. Kinda. Be back. I’m going to help, idiot,” you winked at him and followed the same path Luffy and Koby took. 
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Earlier Days on East Blue. You slipped on your raggedy boots, straightened your blouse, and adjusted your trousers so they were a little more comfortable. You tugged on your newsboy-styled hat and sauntered on your way to the print shop. Your job was to deliver the newspaper for The Printer. It wasn’t a glamorous job but it helped you keep food on your table. 
“I’m here, boss!” You pushed open the door with your shoulder and grinned at the older woman. She already had stacks of papers on her desk, folding them up and putting a tie on them. You smell the fresh ink from the pressers.
“Did you hear?” She asked frantically. 
Your eyebrows immediately shot up trying to figure out what she was talking about. “Umm eh?” You went up to her desk to help her with papers. 
“Your boyfriend. He’s a wanted man.” She wiggled her eyebrows and rummaged through some papers on her desk. She slid over a worn piece of paper and tapped the center of it. 
The name on the paper -  Roronoa Zoro. “He’s not my boyfriend!” You quickly said as you read it over. The scrap of paper read Zoro was a pirate bounty hunter and already was dubbed “The Demon.” The pirates were sharing his image and information among themselves. Your boss was friends with plenty, so she was in the loop. 
“Right... That’s why he hangs around here,” the woman snorted a laugh. “Either way, you best be careful, lovely. I don’t have space to write out an eulogy about how stupid you are for tangling yourself up with a bounty hunter.”
You pursed your lips and tilted your head at her curiously. “But you know pirates?” A small smirk played over your lips. 
“Different story. Different!.” She grew frustrated and shoved the papers over to you. “Hurry up! Get your ass out there and deliver these.” She exhaled and stood up from her chair. “If you get caught, I’m not doing anything for you. You’ll have to rely on your body warmer - the hunter.”
You rolled your eyes as you stuffed the papers into your bag, refusing to answer that question. “He’s nothing. Just an idiot.” 
It was almost known to most of the people close to you how close you and Zoro were. They saw the insignificant arguments, but they also saw the fleeting glances and touches. Something you didn't want to admit to yourself, but you sought his company.
Now, you had to consider cutting ties with the hunter. For your survival purposes, it was probably best you went your separate ways. 
“Hi, darling” A man from behind you cooed as you started your delivery route. You rolled your shoulders, completely ignoring him, and kept on doing your job. “I said hi,” his voice growled.
“Fuck off.” You turned to face them and made a disgusted face at him. That didn’t sit well with the man. He grabbed you and slammed you against the nearest brick wall. You clenched your jaw, rammed your knee into his stomach, and used the heel of your boot to kick his shin. “I said fuck off!” 
The man went backwards reaching for his sword at his side when another blade came at him, slicing his arm and drawing blood. “I don’t think that’s smart.” You looked to see Zoro holding one of the swords and stared intimidatingly at the man. 
“What the hell!” The man held his injured arm against his body, and turned to Zoro. “I should kill you, bastard!” He drew his sword and went to strike Zoro. Your friend stepped to the side, slicing the man’s side, watching him fall to his knees. 
“You can try.” Zoro shrugged as he placed the weapon back into his belt. The man scrambled to his feet and wobbled off, yelling to anyone who would listen. You made eye contact with your friend and shook your head. “What?” 
“Every pirate is going to want your head! Dumbass.” You waved the piece of parchment in front of him. Despite the scene that unfolded, you continued with your work of passing out the paper. “Have you made any good coin?”
“Yes. I have.” He said proudly. “It’s not difficult when you can’t lose.” 
You snorted a laugh, glancing over at him. “Until you do.” 
“I won’t.” He handed the piece of parchment back to you, then took a few of the papers to help you get them delivered. You sighed at him as you shook your head disappointed. “Are you scared for me?” His lips started to twitch into a coy smile. 
“No!” You quickly responded. “I mean - no! More for myself. My well-being. I like breathing.” 
“I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.” He reached for your hand, holding it loosely. His thumb traced the sailor’s knot tattoo you had on your wrist. The knot meant a symbol of strength to you and how you would not let anyone break you. Being weak was something you couldn’t be, never be. 
“Watch out for yourself, Zoro. Don’t worry about me. I can take care of myself.” You took the papers from his hand, shoved them back into your bag, and continued down your route. 
“What if I offered you something?” 
The question made you come to a halt, turned to face him, giving him a look suddenly curious at what he was selling. “I’m not going to be a mule, Zoro.”
He walked up to you, closing the distance between you two. “What do you want?” 
You pressed your lips together as you tapped your chin. It was a loaded question. You wanted out of the village, you wanted adventure, you wanted to be your own. 
You looked up at him and then started to nod. “A partnership. I find the pirates, you do whatever you need to. Split the coin. Eh?” You held out your hand to him to shake it. 
Zoro chewed on the inside of his cheek appearing to be considering your proposal. He only started hunting so having some support could help, at least for a short time.  Then he could tell you to go your own way. “Fine.” He shook your hand. “You’re done when I say.” 
“Thank you!” You smiled. 
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On the Going Merry. The partnership between you and Zoro lasted longer than he probably wanted. Every time you considered leaving, he would bring you back in. And when he considered ending the partnership, you would weasel your way back into where he needed your help. Luckily, you had some combat skills of your own so you weren’t in too many dire situations. 
After Luffy rescued Zoro, you more than happily accepted his invitation to join his pirate crew. You told him you had some insight about pirates thanks to your former boss. You actually grew protective of Luffy, even tho he could take care of himself, you would still take down anyone who tried. You didn’t see it but your willingness to protect the captain slightly got under Zoro’s skin. 
“He can take care of himself” He would tell you as he checked his weapons. 
“Yeah. And?” You shrugged. “I will help him.”
When Sanji became part of the crew, Zoro could be found strategically hanging around you. The chef was flirtatious with the opposite sex and would compliment you. Zoro rolled his eyes when Sanji threw them. 
“What’s with the look, Zoro? You don’t think your friend looks lovely today?” Sanji’s flirty comment made you flash a smile. You rocked back on your boot heels, ironing out the dress you hand on, and glanced over at Zoro. A small part of you was hoping he would agree, say something, even if it was teasing. 
“She is my gir-“ Zoro started to say but quickly stopped himself. Your sassy smile started to fall when you heard Zoro’s words. Your gaze turned away from Sanji to the swordsman. He stood still, swallowing hard before he turned and left the deck to go toward his cabin. 
Sanji whistled low as Zoro turned away from the conversation. You shrugged meekly and let out a nervous laugh. “He’s an idiot.”
“An idiot in love,” Sanji murmured to you. 
The words made your stomach flip at the thought of Zoro feeling love for you. In the years you had known each other, that word hadn’t left your lips nor his. There was a simple understanding between the two of you. He would take help from you, and you would help him when you could. Thoughts began to flood your head, sending tingles throughout you. 
Your eyes met Sanji’s. “Don’t be stupid,” you smiled quickly and then walked to the opposite side of the deck. 
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Most of the people had parted their ways to catch up on their sleep. You couldn’t sleep, so you decided to go for a midnight stroll. The stupid words from Sanji still rang in your head. Love? What is that? You weren’t supposed to do that - never. You saw what it could do to people - make them weak. Your own mother warned you about what could happen. 
“Never fall in love, sparrow,” your mother told you as you both sat at the edge of the beach, watching your father’s boat sail away. You curled your toes in the sand clinging to your mother’s hand. A confused thought filled you asking yourself why she was telling you this. But her face said it all. Her eyes suddenly looked sad, and broken, tears escaped her eyes dropping onto her blouse. 
“Why?” 
“It’ll break you. Completely and utterly shatter you. We don’t have space inside us for that. You won’t fix yourself.” Your mother squeezed your hand before letting it go then turned her back to the ship and went back into your small hut. You pressed your lips together, pocketing the information she said to you. 
You found yourself silently walking toward Zoro’s room doing your best not to wake anyone else. You carefully turned the knob to Zoro’s room, you swallowed and entered closing the door behind you. Zoro didn’t open his eyes, didn’t need to say anything, it was obvious he heard you. He started to scoot over in his bed creating a space for you. 
You slipped off your loosely-tied boots and slid into his bed next to him. You turned on your side, draping your arm over his chest. His fingers traced the tattoo on your wrist of the sailor’s knot. You brushed your fingertips gently against his side. 
“You’re a dumbass.” You muttered to him and glanced up at him. The room was dark but the moonlight lit up the room allowing you to see him. His eyes opened a little just enough to take a peek at you. 
“Am I now?” His voice was raspy. “Why are you here then?”
“I’m not sure.” You confessed. It ate you up inside that you couldn’t think of something smart, quick to say. 
“Why?” Your body tensed when you felt his fingers go over your wrist gently. You could feel some fluttering inside your belly when you felt him tug you a little closer to him. 
You exhaled, wrinkling your nose at him annoyed. “I really hate the way you make me feel.” The words left your mouth, something you never wanted to admit. You wanted to save yourself. You weren’t supposed to become weak. 
“I told you I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.” He said while he yawned. You nodded and moved so you rested your head on his shoulder. His fingers trailed up and down your spine sensationally. You closed your eyes, feeling comfortable being close to him. “I don’t mind it.” He murmured. 
You mentally prepared yourself to become utterly shattered as you used your leg to swing over his hips. You hovered over him, tapping your fingertips against his jawline when he finally met your gaze. Neither of you moved, your lips hovered barely touching his. 
His warm breath teased your lips slightly parting them. Your body shuttered when his hands slipped under your blouse, making startling contact with your sides. He dragged his fingertips up, gently touching the sides of your breasts then moved them down. His thumbs teasingly went under them, pressing gently on the top of your ribcage. 
A large part of you wanted to close the gap, ram your lips against his to taste him again. Your pulse sped up when his hands started to massage your hips. He lay still barely teasingly moving his lips over yours. “Do something.” He mouthed the words over your lips. 
You sucked in a breath and allowed yourself to fall - you kissed Zoro hard, enjoying the taste of him. His hands squeezed your sides and started exploring your body. You didn’t stop when the kiss became more passionate, you rocked against him back and forth. Your bodies pressed heatedly against one another as you started to peel back each other’s clothes. Zoro and you stayed tangled in each other throughout the night, stealing kisses, and leaving your mark on one another. 
The morning sun and Luffy’s voice echoing throughout the halls made you stir in the bed. Zoro had his arm over his eyes shielding them from the sun. You slowly started to sit up, rubbing your face, running through what happened. “Wake up,” you said groggily while you slid off the bed pulling on your clothes. 
Zoro smiled lazily at you and shrugged. “Morning to you, too.” 
You made a face at him, but a satisfied smile took over your lips. You headed to the door and gave him a playful salute. 
“See you tonight?” He asked watching you leave as he stayed in bed. You didn’t answer as you closed the door behind you. 
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its-a-me-lia · 6 months
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Excuses, Excuses. (One Shot) LA!Buggy x Injured! GNReader
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In which LA!Buggy makes fun of you for your injured foot.
Just a little fun based on a convo i had with @onyxopossum read their fic Here
Warning: Buggy Being a shit, Knives. Injured reader!
“What did you just say?” You looked at the Clown, who was now chortling behind you.
See, a couple days ago you hurt your foot. 3lbs of Pasta sauce fell on your foot. Did it hurt? Yeah. Did you cry? A little. Were you about the murder the clown? Definite yes.
“Look, all I said was ‘Come, Hop along.’ It wasnt that bad.” He was still laughing.
Now glaring at him, you grabbed the kitchen knife that just happened to be sitting on the counter. Very convenient. “You better sleep with one eye open, because I’m coming for your right foot.”
He now had stopped laughing, holding his hands up. “Y/N baby! I was just joking.” He visibly gulped. You can see his Adam’s Apple moving. “You know i wouldnt make fun of you seriously.”
“Your foot is mine clown. Just count your days.”
You dropped the knife, and hobbled along. You had made it down the hallway before you heard him start laughing again. “That’s it! I’m taking your foot!”
You could hear him scream and run out of the kitchen. You could see his blue hair coming out of his bandana. He was really stressing. “please! I like my foot! Please dont take my foot!”
“I’ll give you a peg leg!” You yelled, while limping and trying so hard to run. Damn Pasta jars!
A/N: Based on an invent i had with groceries and broken bag. Imagine having 3lbs of Pasta Sauce fall on your toe. Injuring your toe, and the jars dont break! always wear shoes outside when getting groceries. Jars in question.
I also dont write fanfiction, so this will probably be my only one i write lol.
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wasyago · 8 months
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YAGO!!!! GAHFRHRHAHARHAHRHRF IM BACK (Design Detail Anon back << i dont know what to call myself LOL) I HAVE MORE WORDS
WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON BIOLUMINESCENT TRITONS?!!!?! Obviously Gillion's eyes and coral already glow cause of his funky scrungly squelchy magic BUT what if... he had little glowing freckles... scales? im not fully sure how fish people work.
Your designs for Gillion and Edyn already do an amazing job of separating their underwater biology from humans like Chip and Jay (thinking of the glossy skin, the tails, and the yellow sclera/slitted eyes)- like it's very easy to tell by looking at them that while they are People they are very much FISH People. Which of course sounds pretty obvious but I mention it because a lot of triton art I see usually just looks like a blue person with gills and fins, if that makes sense.
But to expand on my original question- both Gill and Edyn are from the trench, and, in my logic, adjacent at the very least, to other deep sea creatures like anglar fish and some squids. They already have darkvision but the image of them having little hidden patterns when they get super deep in the ocean is... so cute...
im realizing after Ive written all of this that it kinda stopped being a question and started being a ramble so I do apologize :']
(on another note I love your caspian redesign it does a really sweet job of incorporating literal elements of water into his features *smooches him* **respectfully***)
OMG!!!! i love all your thoughts this is so cool thank you for sharing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (and thank you!! i tried very hard to make caspian look like a water spirit and not an ocean creature and still make him interesting visually...)
you know, now that you've said that the trench is deep under water im realizing that it's something i didn't actually think about. like, i remember hearing Gill say that he's from the trench, but it never actually registered in my brain that trench = deep and dark. everything makes so much sense now oh my god.... finn saying "why did they keep this from us" about the sun, because the sun simply doesn't reach to where they live...
i dont know why i imagined the capital as this bright white sunny coral reef when it should be dark and mysterious and harsh with no sunlight. bruh. it makes so much seeeense. and all the talk about strict rules for safety and foodchain and danger, because they're literally so deep there's a lot of giant spooky creatures.... hold on im having a worldview change.... oh god....
considering all this... YES bioluminescent tritons!!!!!!!!!!!! i imagine they don't glow too much, since while tritons are pretty smart they don't have a lot of natural protection from predators and attracting attention would be suboptimal. but they do have glowing parts for um... reasons. idk, they're magical creatures in a magical world.
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i imagine their stripes and eyes and hair and underbellies all emit a glow in low lighting, and in complete darkness only the stripes are visible. and every triton has a unique stripe pattern or color so they're all different like that.
idk how it actually works. like, if they glow in any darkness or only in the darkness under water (although it wouldn't make a difference since they're always wet) or only when they're very deep or if they can choose when to glow or when to not, but its still a very cool detail!!!!!!!!!!! glowy fishy people yayyy
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*did you come to mock me (zoro x f!reader)
♫ “SENORITA” HALOCENE . ☼ Fic Request: one of the girls (the idol) and boyfriend (ariana grande) trope. zoro x f!reader they dont really have a relationship but acts like it and zoro gets jealous and stuff - @cloudloki .
✎ A/N: Zoro imagine. Reposted from my main blog. This is my first Zoro fanfiction. I really hope it's good! And love, i hope I did capture your request! It went through like 3 rewrites lol *covers face* Feedback is appreciated. Thank you again for all the reads and comments on these fics. It does mean a lot. Writing is a hobby of mine, and I just love sharing these things. Ah..here is the story! It does take from the earlier episodes of OPLA lol ♥
‼ ‼ WARNINGS: soft, some violence, some language
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The little curly-haired baker and you stood in front of Roronoa Zoro as he was tied to two wooden pillars in the middle of an arena. You tilted your head and so did the baker as both of you made eye contact with Zoro. Then, you two straightened up. His arms were stretched out roughly with ropes tied around his forearms, but it didn’t seem to be of any concern to him. You crossed your arms across your chest, then took a side step to cross your ankles. “You’re an idiot.” You squinted up at him. 
The little baker sucked in a gasp as she quickly stared up at you and then back at Zoro with a large frown. “But he stood up for me…” she spoke quietly. “He did what he could.” 
“No, kid. He’s an idiot.” You raised your eyebrows waiting for a response from Zoro
“Did you come here to just mock me?” He exhaled finally averting his gaze from the sand to your face. You gave him a quick smile, then nodded happily. 
“This is great. I am enjoying myself.” Your voice was thick with sarcasm as you faked a chuckle. Finally, you took a step forward to attempt to undo the ropes. The baker turned her head to make sure there weren’t any Marines coming. She saw two people peeking over the fence, she went up to you tugging on your jacket. “Umm…umm…” 
“I’m going as fast as I can, kid.” You ignored her warning until you heard the voices from behind. You stopped what you were doing and patted Zoro’s chest. “I’ll be back!” You grabbed the little baker’s hand and went to hide on the opposite side of the arena. You placed your hand over the kid’s mouth to keep her quiet, just in case they were Marines. The last thing you wanted was for them to snatch up the innocent kid. Then you saw a young man with a straw hat and his friend with bubblegum pink hair talking to Zoro. 
The straw hat pirate - his words - was trying to strike up a deal with Zoro. The friend was a nervous wreck trying to convince Straw Hat they needed to leave. You allowed the girl to yank your hand away, and then you two went up them. 
“Umm… excuse me?” You smiled politely at the two new people. “Monkey D. Luffy? Is that what you said? Are you going to help free my friend?” 
“She’s not my friend,” Zoro spoke dryly and glanced over at you. 
“This idiot,” you casually moved to stand next to Zoro, patting his cheek and squeezing his face playfully/roughly. Zoro narrowed his eyes at you clenching his jaw. You could tell if he could he would’ve already struck you down. So, you decided to have some fun. “I’m in! Whatever it is. I’m in.” 
“Great!” Luffy smiled brightly while nudging his worried friend to try to get him to calm down. “This is going to be awesome. Let’s go find the swords, Koby!” He ran off to get what he needed to help Zoro. 
“You’re going to trust that guy?” Zoro moved against the wooden pillars, then raised his eyebrows. “He doesn’t seem to be aware.”
“Maybe. Maybe not. He seems like he knows what he’s doing. Kinda. Be back. I’m going to help, idiot,” you winked at him and followed the same path Luffy and Koby took. 
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Earlier Days on East Blue. You slipped on your raggedy boots, straightened your blouse, and adjusted your trousers so they were a little more comfortable. You tugged on your newsboy-styled hat and sauntered on your way to the print shop. Your job was to deliver the newspaper for The Printer. It wasn’t a glamorous job but it helped you keep food on your table. 
“I’m here, boss!” You pushed open the door with your shoulder and grinned at the older woman. She already had stacks of papers on her desk, folding them up and putting a tie on them. You smell the fresh ink from the pressers.
“Did you hear?” She asked frantically. 
Your eyebrows immediately shot up trying to figure out what she was talking about. “Umm eh?” You went up to her desk to help her with papers. 
“Your boyfriend. He’s a wanted man.” She wiggled her eyebrows and rummaged through some papers on her desk. She slid over a worn piece of paper and tapped the center of it. 
The name on the paper -  Roronoa Zoro. “He’s not my boyfriend!” You quickly said as you read it over. The scrap of paper read Zoro was a pirate bounty hunter and already was dubbed “The Demon.” The pirates were sharing his image and information among themselves. Your boss was friends with plenty, so she was in the loop. 
“Right... That’s why he hangs around here,” the woman snorted a laugh. “Either way, you best be careful, lovely. I don’t have space to write out an eulogy about how stupid you are for tangling yourself up with a bounty hunter.”
You pursed your lips and tilted your head at her curiously. “But you know pirates?” A small smirk played over your lips. 
“Different story. Different!.” She grew frustrated and shoved the papers over to you. “Hurry up! Get your ass out there and deliver these.” She exhaled and stood up from her chair. “If you get caught, I’m not doing anything for you. You’ll have to rely on your body warmer - the hunter.”
You rolled your eyes as you stuffed the papers into your bag, refusing to answer that question. “He’s nothing. Just an idiot.” 
It was almost known to most of the people close to you how close you and Zoro were. They saw the insignificant arguments, but they also saw the fleeting glances and touches. Something you didn't want to admit to yourself, but you sought his company.
Now, you had to consider cutting ties with the hunter. For your survival purposes, it was probably best you went your separate ways. 
“Hi, darling” A man from behind you cooed as you started your delivery route. You rolled your shoulders, completely ignoring him, and kept on doing your job. “I said hi,” his voice growled.
“Fuck off.” You turned to face them and made a disgusted face at him. That didn’t sit well with the man. He grabbed you and slammed you against the nearest brick wall. You clenched your jaw, rammed your knee into his stomach, and used the heel of your boot to kick his shin. “I said fuck off!” 
The man went backwards reaching for his sword at his side when another blade came at him, slicing his arm and drawing blood. “I don’t think that’s smart.” You looked to see Zoro holding one of the swords and stared intimidatingly at the man. 
“What the hell!” The man held his injured arm against his body, and turned to Zoro. “I should kill you, bastard!” He drew his sword and went to strike Zoro. Your friend stepped to the side, slicing the man’s side, watching him fall to his knees. 
“You can try.” Zoro shrugged as he placed the weapon back into his belt. The man scrambled to his feet and wobbled off, yelling to anyone who would listen. You made eye contact with your friend and shook your head. “What?” 
“Every pirate is going to want your head! Dumbass.” You waved the piece of parchment in front of him. Despite the scene that unfolded, you continued with your work of passing out the paper. “Have you made any good coin?”
“Yes. I have.” He said proudly. “It’s not difficult when you can’t lose.” 
You snorted a laugh, glancing over at him. “Until you do.” 
“I won’t.” He handed the piece of parchment back to you, then took a few of the papers to help you get them delivered. You sighed at him as you shook your head disappointed. “Are you scared for me?” His lips started to twitch into a coy smile. 
“No!” You quickly responded. “I mean - no! More for myself. My well-being. I like breathing.” 
“I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.” He reached for your hand, holding it loosely. His thumb traced the sailor’s knot tattoo you had on your wrist. The knot meant a symbol of strength to you and how you would not let anyone break you. Being weak was something you couldn’t be, never be. 
“Watch out for yourself, Zoro. Don’t worry about me. I can take care of myself.” You took the papers from his hand, shoved them back into your bag, and continued down your route. 
“What if I offered you something?” 
The question made you come to a halt, turned to face him, giving him a look suddenly curious at what he was selling. “I’m not going to be a mule, Zoro.”
He walked up to you, closing the distance between you two. “What do you want?” 
You pressed your lips together as you tapped your chin. It was a loaded question. You wanted out of the village, you wanted adventure, you wanted to be your own. 
You looked up at him and then started to nod. “A partnership. I find the pirates, you do whatever you need to. Split the coin. Eh?” You held out your hand to him to shake it. 
Zoro chewed on the inside of his cheek appearing to be considering your proposal. He only started hunting so having some support could help, at least for a short time.  Then he could tell you to go your own way. “Fine.” He shook your hand. “You’re done when I say.” 
“Thank you!” You smiled. 
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On the Going Merry. The partnership between you and Zoro lasted longer than he probably wanted. Every time you considered leaving, he would bring you back in. And when he considered ending the partnership, you would weasel your way back into where he needed your help. Luckily, you had some combat skills of your own so you weren’t in too many dire situations. 
After Luffy rescued Zoro, you more than happily accepted his invitation to join his pirate crew. You told him you had some insight about pirates thanks to your former boss. You actually grew protective of Luffy, even tho he could take care of himself, you would still take down anyone who tried. You didn’t see it but your willingness to protect the captain slightly got under Zoro’s skin. 
“He can take care of himself” He would tell you as he checked his weapons. 
“Yeah. And?” You shrugged. “I will help him.”
When Sanji became part of the crew, Zoro could be found strategically hanging around you. The chef was flirtatious with the opposite sex and would compliment you. Zoro rolled his eyes when Sanji threw them. 
“What’s with the look, Zoro? You don’t think your friend looks lovely today?” Sanji’s flirty comment made you flash a smile. You rocked back on your boot heels, ironing out the dress you hand on, and glanced over at Zoro. A small part of you was hoping he would agree, say something, even if it was teasing. 
“She is my gir-“ Zoro started to say but quickly stopped himself. Your sassy smile started to fall when you heard Zoro’s words. Your gaze turned away from Sanji to the swordsman. He stood still, swallowing hard before he turned and left the deck to go toward his cabin. 
Sanji whistled low as Zoro turned away from the conversation. You shrugged meekly and let out a nervous laugh. “He’s an idiot.”
“An idiot in love,” Sanji murmured to you. 
The words made your stomach flip at the thought of Zoro feeling love for you. In the years you had known each other, that word hadn’t left your lips nor his. There was a simple understanding between the two of you. He would take help from you, and you would help him when you could. Thoughts began to flood your head, sending tingles throughout you. 
Your eyes met Sanji’s. “Don’t be stupid,” you smiled quickly and then walked to the opposite side of the deck. 
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Most of the people had parted their ways to catch up on their sleep. You couldn’t sleep, so you decided to go for a midnight stroll. The stupid words from Sanji still rang in your head. Love? What is that? You weren’t supposed to do that - never. You saw what it could do to people - make them weak. Your own mother warned you about what could happen. 
“Never fall in love, sparrow,” your mother told you as you both sat at the edge of the beach, watching your father’s boat sail away. You curled your toes in the sand clinging to your mother’s hand. A confused thought filled you asking yourself why she was telling you this. But her face said it all. Her eyes suddenly looked sad, and broken, tears escaped her eyes dropping onto her blouse. 
“Why?” 
“It’ll break you. Completely and utterly shatter you. We don’t have space inside us for that. You won’t fix yourself.” Your mother squeezed your hand before letting it go then turned her back to the ship and went back into your small hut. You pressed your lips together, pocketing the information she said to you. 
You found yourself silently walking toward Zoro’s room doing your best not to wake anyone else. You carefully turned the knob to Zoro’s room, you swallowed and entered closing the door behind you. Zoro didn’t open his eyes, didn’t need to say anything, it was obvious he heard you. He started to scoot over in his bed creating a space for you. 
You slipped off your loosely-tied boots and slid into his bed next to him. You turned on your side, draping your arm over his chest. His fingers traced the tattoo on your wrist of the sailor’s knot. You brushed your fingertips gently against his side. 
“You’re a dumbass.” You muttered to him and glanced up at him. The room was dark but the moonlight lit up the room allowing you to see him. His eyes opened a little just enough to take a peek at you. 
“Am I now?” His voice was raspy. “Why are you here then?”
“I’m not sure.” You confessed. It ate you up inside that you couldn’t think of something smart, quick to say. 
“Why?” Your body tensed when you felt his fingers go over your wrist gently. You could feel some fluttering inside your belly when you felt him tug you a little closer to him. 
You exhaled, wrinkling your nose at him annoyed. “I really hate the way you make me feel.” The words left your mouth, something you never wanted to admit. You wanted to save yourself. You weren’t supposed to become weak. 
“I told you I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.” He said while he yawned. You nodded and moved so you rested your head on his shoulder. His fingers trailed up and down your spine sensationally. You closed your eyes, feeling comfortable being close to him. “I don’t mind it.” He murmured. 
You mentally prepared yourself to become utterly shattered as you used your leg to swing over his hips. You hovered over him, tapping your fingertips against his jawline when he finally met your gaze. Neither of you moved, your lips hovered barely touching his. 
His warm breath teased your lips slightly parting them. Your body shuttered when his hands slipped under your blouse, making startling contact with your sides. He dragged his fingertips up, gently touching the sides of your breasts then moved them down. His thumbs teasingly went under them, pressing gently on the top of your ribcage. 
A large part of you wanted to close the gap, ram your lips against his to taste him again. Your pulse sped up when his hands started to massage your hips. He lay still barely teasingly moving his lips over yours. “Do something.” He mouthed the words over your lips. 
You sucked in a breath and allowed yourself to fall - you kissed Zoro hard, enjoying the taste of him. His hands squeezed your sides and started exploring your body. You didn’t stop when the kiss became more passionate, you rocked against him back and forth. Your bodies pressed heatedly against one another as you started to peel back each other’s clothes. Zoro and you stayed tangled in each other throughout the night, stealing kisses, and leaving your mark on one another. 
The morning sun and Luffy’s voice echoing throughout the halls made you stir in the bed. Zoro had his arm over his eyes shielding them from the sun. You slowly started to sit up, rubbing your face, running through what happened. “Wake up,” you said groggily while you slid off the bed pulling on your clothes. 
Zoro smiled lazily at you and shrugged. “Morning to you, too.” 
You made a face at him, but a satisfied smile took over your lips. You headed to the door and gave him a playful salute. 
“See you tonight?” He asked watching you leave as he stayed in bed. You didn’t answer as you closed the door behind you. 
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omenics · 7 months
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heyy I was wondering if you could write for carmilla and a shy s/o?
(Ignore if you don’t feel like it! Tysm have a great day/night!)
𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆.
› ..your heart yearns for her, and her hands beckon your embrace. — i did write this with a fem reader in mind, but can be read as gn. i refuse to write male readers with carmilla bc she is so lesbian coded istg. ALSO!!!! sorry if this isnt much of a shy reader! but i did my best im sorry 💔💔 pls forgive me if u dont like it lol
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“What is it, sweeting?” She murmured, hands holding your face. Her thumbs caressed your cheekbones, the skin swelling with heat.
“Nothing.” You simply said, averting her gaze. Your eyes drifted away from her blue ones, down to her crimson lips, to her pale neck, and to the carmine of her gown, and then to the gold upon her fingers. God, she was beautiful, one of the prettiest creatures you’d ever seen. However she let a smile play on her lips. It was small, corners flicking up in amusement.
“Nothing?” Carmilla repeated, her head tilting slightly, just slightly and leaning down closer to your face. “Your stares from afar are nothing?” She was teasing you, left hand moving to cradle the base of your skull, resting on the nape of your neck as her right went down to your jawline, thumb sliding over your lips.
You were cute, with your averted gaze and flushed expression. It was just like when she first met you, well, saw you. Your eyes never met hers, your voice was always quiet, too soft for her ears to catch. She picked up on your heart picking up whenever she walked near or caught your gaze, the pumps echoing throughout the walls of her palace. But now in these moments you were hers, wrapped on her finger, heart in her hands.
“Yes, nothing.” You flushed, chewing the inside of your cheek. Your weary gaze met hers, greeted with nothing but amusement and warmth.
Her lips parted into a grin, white fangs dipping ever so slightly into her bottom lip. Goodness, your voice. It was a melody, a string of perfection to her ears.
Soft, quiet, tender.
She had never loved much in this world, living a life of anguish, a life of contempt. But you… your spirit, your soul, damned to hell she was. Her love was sinful, unholy. Her heart had a yen for you, for centuries. For a love she did not know she needed.
“I have ached for you,” she murmured. “I have yearned for you. For centuries I did not know what caused my anguish.” Carmilla’s tone was tender. Something you only knew. “But you, my love. You cured it. For that, you have my undead heart, forever and always.”
You could feel the truth in her words, and your heart fluttered. You leaned into her touch, although it was cold, you warmed it.
Her lips touched yours, ghosting over your own. Her eyes were closed, as yours followed suit. Your blush grew hotter, a hand resting upon her shoulder. You melted into her, and she you.
You were hers. Forever and always you were hers. She claimed your heart, your soul. Your love.
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kumezyzo · 7 months
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thinking about how lowkey toxic a relationship with corpse would be....
warning, this is very angsty. to the point where i lowkey shed a tear writing this. and that doesnt usually happen lol.
gn!reader (as far as im aware) and sorry for the typos if there are any... 😁
anyway, enjoy! or dont :) m.list
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it would prolly just start with you two hanging out. going over to his apartment, maybe hooking up once in a blue moon. but you two mainly cuddling and spending the days together in the dark rooms of his apartment.
he would try to hide from you how much pain he was in when you were around. but it wasnt hard to miss how he would wince at tiny movements and never be able to rest with you in his arms.
and when it got really bad, he hated how you helped him get around with no questions. how you so simply wanted to help him out because you cared. how you would even help him shower, bring in his groceries, cook for him, feed him if you had to.
he hated it because you cared more than anyone had before and you werent even dating. he wished you would just give up on him because it was too much. he wished you would just finally tell him 'hey... we need to talk' because maybe then it would be easier to hate you. but the truth is, he could never hate you. not anymore.
"so... you dont want to be in a relationship?" you asked quietly, confused more than anything. you look at his scarred face and messy head of dark curls. "...why?"
he sighed, "because this is too much," you scoffed, only more confused than before.
"what is?" you looked at him like he was crazy.
"...you," he said lowly, his voice resonating deep in his chest as he ran a hand over his face. you felt your heart pang as you diverted your eyes from him. you pursed your lips and your breathing got heavier. "well- not you- just-... this isnt worth the trouble im putting you through. that i will put you through."
"thats not for you to decide," you tell him, shaking your head at him. "I can choose when to call it quits and so far, im still fucking here."
you couldnt help but be offended. who wouldnt be after the person you care about is pushing you away. as far as you know, its unfair and incredibly ignorant.
"yea but how long until youre not?" he asked back angrily. "how long until you realize you can be doing so much more than taking care of me?"
"i dont want to be doing more! i want to be with you!" you tell him incredulously. he sighs and wets his lips, shaking his head at you. "do you just not want to be with me?"
he looks at you as if you had just said the earth was flat, "of course i do."
"so then why cant we?" you ask in complete exasperation. "what the fuck is the problem?"
"youre too fucking good for me!" he yelled back stepping closer to you. he threw his arms up in defeat, "is that what you want me to tell you? cause its fucking true. and i love you too much to let you rot away beside me."
your expression softens as your eyes dart back and forth between his eyes. in that moment you were speechless. and not because he had told you that he loved you, no you already knew that from his actions. it was the way he had said it. with more emotion than you could have expected from him.
"what if i wanted to 'rot away beside you'?" you asked him quietly.
"then you'd be an idiot," he says simply. "because we both know you have better shit to do. and better people to do that for."
you inhale deeply and release it as another exasperated sigh, "i love you," you say, emphasizing every word. "and its up to me whether or not i stay with you."
"and its up to me whether or not i want you here," he says crossing his arms. you feel you heart pang again, causing painful tingles to run down your arms and settle deep in your palms. "you need to run while you can. fucking get out of here before this gets more fucked up and shitty." you watched as he pointed between you two.
you step closer to him, "what are you so afraid of?" you plead to him with your eyes. just for this moment, for him to open up to you like how he had done hundreds of times before. "are you that scared I'll leave you cause you're what? 'too much'?"
he looked you in the eye, hesitating to speak for a moment. "i-..." he takes a deep breath. "yeah..."
you step closer, "youre not. not now. and it will only get easier." he starts shaking his head, backing away from you. "yes, it will! and if it ever gets to that point-"
"when it gets to that point," he tried correcting.
"no, if. because everything is an if," you say angrily. "you have no clue what its gonna be like. no fucking clue! so let us have this. while it lasts."
he sighs for what seems like the hundredth time that night, "i cant risk that."
"risk what? heartbreak? as if neither of us have gone through that before hundreds of times," you scoff.
"yeah, but ive never been heartbroken over someone like you."
"so then we hope that doesnt happen," you're trying. you're trying so hard to hold onto him. but your grasp is slipping. and he's trying to shake you loose.
"i cant take my chances," he shakes his head. "not this time."
"jesus fucking chirst!" you yell, tears welling up in your eyes. "let me love you! let me be with you! let me take care of you!"
"i cant let you do that! dont you fucking get it?!" he asks stepping closer to you until hes not even a foot away. "i dont want to see you leave! i cant have you around, cause when you do leave, i dont know what I'll do to myself!"
you stare into his eyes as your own vision starts to get blurry from unshed tears. you sniffle, keeping you gaze strongly on him. and you try one final time.
"so dont let me leave now, please," your voice comes out like a whisper. he swallows harshly and closes his eyes to stop his own tears from forming. "i dont want to move on from you when we havent even given it a chance."
"you'll have to," his voice matches yours. he opens his eyes and a tear falls as he looks at you. "fucking find someone who can actually hold you at night. who can make you dinner, who can give you a shower when you cant, who can actually fuck you when you want."
you tried to scoff, but it came out more like a sob, "i dont need that. i need you," your voice weak from the burn in the back of your throat. unshed tears welling up more.
"no you dont," he says, stepping closer. then leaning his forehead on yours. he closes his eyes, "please, go. for me."
your body racks out a sob, gasping for air to get out your next sentence. "if i leave, im just gonna wait for you."
he shakes his head against you, "no. no you wont."
"I'll wait until you realize you do deserve proper love." he continues to shake his head, pretending as if your words arent punching him right in the heart. "ill wait even if it takes you twenty fucking years."
"do you really think I'll survive twenty more years?" he asks with a laugh. you giggle back sadly, pursing your lips at the posibility of him dying. "do you really think I'll find my self-worth that soon?"
"I'll wait as long as i need to."
and you leave. with such a heavy heart but not without more tears than you could have imagined. and you try to move on. not easily but you put in an effort.
he writes songs with lyrics dedicated to you. written for you. whether its in a song about how he only want you at his side or how he has one person he will always be loyal to or about how his exes tried to chance him but one was different. you listen to it and somehow know its you.
you try to find a new partner to fill that void. but he will always be in your mind. as the right person but at the wrong time. the one that got away, if you will.
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i like how angsty this was. anywayy, hope you enjoyed 😁😁 -nony
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stars-at-5pm · 9 months
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Watch out.
Pairing : Mafia!Stucky x mafia!reader
Summary : Reader finds a camera, thinking that Steve and Bucky were recording them without their consent and reader confronts them about it.
Warnings : Swearing, stalking, confrontation, mafia, toxic ex
Type : Angst
It was about noon, you were about to go get dressed for the day as you entered your wardrobe closet. You were humming a silly song that was stuck in your head when you suddenly noticed a red light pocking at you from behind your pile of swimwear.
" wtf ? "
" is that.. ? You gotta be shitting me. I can’t believe them !! A camera ?? Christ. " you took the little camera in your hands, looking at it, searching for details. " A Loki Factory one too ? They’re disgusting. "
" Filming me ? Like that ? Ew. What a bunch of pervs."
Loki was also in the mob, you used to date him a while ago, but he was very toxic and your break up didn’t go, great.
You walked down to your kitchen where you found your two boyfriends talking and working on their computers. Steve was standing up, snacking on a sandwich while Bucky was sitting down, wearing his anti-blue light glasses (what an old man lol).
"Guys we need to talk. Now. " you said, coldly. Steve and Bucky’s gaze meet yours immediately, they tensed up feeling their jaw clenching.
" Care to explain this ? "You showed the camera in your hand " I can’t believe you guys. What about trust ? Boundaries? This is disgusting!! I thought I could trust you !! “ your face was hot and your hands shook.
" Wow wow, what’s that doll ?? I don’t know about this what- "
" Oh don’t you play dumb now !! It’s too late. I don’t want to hear any of it. I thought you guys were more than this."
" Okay let’s take a deep breath. I don’t know about this and neither does Bucky apparently. Darling, you know that we would never record you like this right ? I mean if we did, we would have gotten your consent beforehand. "
" Where did you find it anyway? "
" In my wardrobe. At the perfect angle for filming every.little.details. Guys be honest, do you really know NOTHING about THIS ? Because I swear to god I’m about to go feral. "
" Doll. " He said standing up, he was walked to you slowly, careful to not make you flinch or react badly. " We would never, and I mean NEVER do this. We love you so much. Look at me, he cupped your cheeks with his hands, we didn’t do this. we respect you. I love you. "
You let out a shaky breath, feeling a single tear roll down your cheek. This was very comforting but also very worrying, who was filming you, how long as it been, what do they do with the recordings ??
" You know, I felt even more betrayed when I realized that this little camera right here, happened to be a Loki Factory camera. I mean come on ! Buying from the enemy is a little over the limit in my opinion, I know that he isn’t a direct enemy because he hasn’t done anything against you but he’s still my ex and- "
Before you could go on longer about your rumbles, you felt two strong pairs of arms hugging you tightly. Bucky was in front of you while Steve held you from behind.
What you couldn’t see though, was the absolute anger that was burning in their eyes. They stayed calm, not wanting to make you panic, but deep inside ? They were freaking out. They felt so angry to know that they’re girl was behind literally stalked by the enemy. Especially by Loki, they hated that fucker to their core.
" Darling, I don’t want to worry you but, if you found one, there’s probably more and if it’s from Loki.. he’s probably the one stalking you. " Steve said, feeling rage filling his body.
" I dont like this, at all. We need to get out of here as fast as possible. NOW. Steve get all the security on full watch out, doll let’s get you out of here. "
" It’s okay sweetheart, you’re okay. " Steve said, as he kissed tenderly your forehead.
" See you tonight love, be safe " you were filled with anxious thoughts. Why was this happening to you, and how were the boys so.. chill about it ?..
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crepuscularious · 4 months
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gentleman
im back, bitches! apparently not a lot of you know that im a swiftie lmfaoaoaoa, so heres something cause slut is my absolute favorite its a fuckin' masterpiece
also, am i the only one who thinks that "in a world of boys hes a gentleman" means something else, lol. cause like this dude is in a group of boys, within those group of boys, but if he's in a group of men its a complete different story?!!??! if that makes enough sense.
one more thing, my short stories arent based on the song itself, its based on one line of the song. a lot of you were confused with my mad one and that it was different from what ne-yo was trying to say in the song. i hope this clarifies it :>
just a quickie for tonight, i feel so lonely hahaha... i should probably get a life
miguel x reader (mostly fem)
"everyone wants him, that was my crime. wrong place at the right time and i break down, then he's pulling me in"
youve been dating miguel for some time now, lets just say your relationship wasnt exactly... perfect
who were you to judge!? he was spiderman, so many females with different ages have looked up to him not only because of his heroicness, but as well as his physique, i mean have you seen that domino chip build?
you didnt mind at first, its not like you werent one of his fangirls before meeting him too, right? but no, you were starting to get pissed, no lie.
this caused a bit of a ruckus between the relationship of the two. a little screaming and shouting at the middle of the night when miguel forgot to tell her that he'd might need to patrol late at night again, or when she saw a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes kissing the masked man on the cheek on t.v! it didnt help when miguel had both his thumbs up and showing it to the camera before swinging away.
"mi vida, please! i told you im sorry. it was only for show, you know that!" miguel said, wrapping his arms around her waist as he places his chin on her shoulder while she was cooking dinner
"i didnt know that i dated a celebrity and not a hero then" you coldly said, turning off the stove and getting only one plate "i already ate dinner, eat without me" you said
but she hates it when someone is eating by themselves miguel thought to himself with a pout. he messed up, big time.
"mi vida, por favor" miguel said, shooting a web at her wrist to prevent her from leaving "im sorry, its my fault. i should have known better than to enjoy the kiss" miguel said, hugging his girlfriend tight
"i only like your kisses" miguel said as he snuck a quick peck on her cheek "maybe this isnt going to work, miguel. between the two of us" she said
this made miguel look at her with sad and torn eyes, "mi amor? im sorry if i was a bit overboard today, i understand my mistakes and i promise to correct them." miguel said, looking into your eyes with nothing but honesty as he holds both of your hands in his
"i know what i did was an ass mistake, and i understand if youre mad. but mi corazon, dont give up on us. i promise ill be better next time, ill know my limits" he said, his hands releasing from yours as he transfers then into your face, cupping it with his huge hands.
he gives you a quick peck on the nose and smiled "i love you, 3000" he said "please forgive me, lets work this out, i dont want us to end'
"you know, miguel. in a world of boys, youre a gentleman"
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the-slasher-files · 5 months
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PLEASE DONT TAKE MY SUNSHINE AWAY
JOHNNY "SOAP" MACTAVISH FT. SIMON "GHOST" RILEY
Ok yall, here is the fic that fixes it lol. Ignoring canon with a passion and throwing this in it. Also im very obsessed with the sunshine nickname lol. Warning: heavy angst, inaccurate medical, soap almost dying... hope you enjoy 🔪🤍
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The lump in your throat hadn't ceased since you received that phone call hours ago. Hands shaking, you packed an overnight bag that had become more Johnny's things than your own. He would need his favourite body wash- the one that would finally ease him as the sand flowed away. Johnny would want that stupid hair gel you had gotten as a sample. He said it made his mohawk withstand the Scotland wind and rain like no other. Your smile curled as a tear fell down your cheek when you piled in his favourite hoodie- "Y'know I've had this since I was 21, if I ever lose it, a piece of me will die, Bonnie" His thick fingers pulled slightly on the drawstring. Cobalt blues shifted from the SAS logo to your eyes with all the love in the world. He was your world, and all you could do was wait.
"Love," Ghost's timber trembled over the plane engines, "We are transferring him to Glasgow now-"
"T-tell me..." Your breath caught with a deep inhale as you tried to form a sentence, anything. "Tell me he'll be ok"
You were met with silence for a few beats before a sigh shook on the other end of the line. It held your shattering hope.
"Just- P-Please wait for me to text you with the details, okay?"
"Si-"
"Okay?" His voice was harsh with a grunt becoming the cold Liuentent, giving you the order to follow knowing just how much it hurt. He didn't mean to- he would never mean to.
"Okay..."
Rushing into the hospital, you saw him there. Shrouded in black under the blinding white, standing outside a door with arms folded and brown eyes lined red, looking into the abyss that was nothing. Lost somewhere in his mind, your voice broke him away. "Ghost!"
Like a shield, he became almost robotic in nature, functioning on fumes and fight or flight, protecting himself in and out— He couldn't lose the best man he's ever had. This was his fault and he could still feel the blood on his hands, the reak of copper, and the bits of brain matter that wanted to force their way out, only to be stopped by a dead man's hands.
Hollow eyes met yours, quickly looking away to look beyond you, not wanting to face the love of Johnny's life in this circumstance. It was like he didn't know you, pushing it all down even though Simon had become something of a brother to Johnny and a brother-in-law to you. You placed a gentle hand on his broad shoulder.
"He's stable, outta surgery, and sleeping. He won't wake for a while. " He breathed methodically, reaching out a gloveless hand to have you take Johnny's shining tags with a sick stomach. He left out the part where the doctor said that anything could happen. 'Stable for now' 'the swelling is a concern'
Sliding your hand down to meet his, the metal clicked between your shaking fingers, almost dropping them until Ghost curled your fingers delicately around the cold steel.
Your voice was barely above a whisper as you tried it out, "C-can I go see him?"
Simon nodded, still unable to see your pleading face as he turned the door knob allowing you inside. Adrenaline shuffled your feet inside the dimly lit room with Simon slowly slipping in behind you, an arm outreached in case your knees gave out, which they threatened to do.
Your eyes adjusted to the dark. Only one lamp and several monitors illuminated the small space. Lighting up Johnny's tan features; Swollen and bruised, his head was propped up on white pillows that had been stained with his blood before the guaze was changed. Mohawk obscured in white wrapping and blue eyes held shut, one starting to leak bruises beneath the soft lashes that lay on his under eye. You were unsure how your body carried to you to your husband's side, but your fingers carefully lingered, hesitant to touch, to break what had already been. After moments of hovering and your breathing held, your fingers lightly grazed the dark stuble on his strong jaw. Eyes flashing everywhere they could to gather and collect an inventory of what you could fix.
"Si— Simon, help me get him c-cleaned up." You sniffled, hands fluttering around each bandage looking for anything that you do. Pulling down the light sheet, taking in the scrapes and discoloration on Johnny's expansive chest, your breath increasing with each inhale— Panic setting it.
"I-I have to," you studdered, feeling a large body begin to pull your body away softly. "Simon. I—Help me clean him up, please—He, he has blood on hi—him, I"
"Love." Caring and warm hands turned you towards him, feeling your panic and trembling frame within his grasp. He knew too well what ran in your head.
"Simon, please. He's—He needs"
"Ssshhhh, I know, love..." Simon tucked your head against his chest, "I know... I'm sorry"
The flood came in your eyes, spilling onto Simon's hoodie as you began to sob. Months apart, promises, future endeavors, memories, and seeing a man so full of life laid out helpless made you break. "Ghost, he— Johnny needs to come home. He promised me, " You whined, gripping and beating on Simon as he stood still, hushing you with brown eyes firm on his brothers body.
Both of you lost track of how long you held each other in the dark. Just the sounds of slow, steady beeps, rain on the windows and soft breathing filled the space until a nurse came in. Without a word, the masked man grabbed a chair for you, placing it beside Johnny's bed and he hovered over the nurse intently. Every touch, every breath was protected.
"He is doing well so far. The body just needs time," The nurse spoke softly with a sympathetic smile, nodding to both before making her way into the labyrinth that was the hospital. And Simon followed, taking your keys to give you a moment alone and for him to get the bag you packed.
Your body released a sigh, one that you felt had been stuck for hours inside your burning lungs. It was just you and your husband. 8 months. Way too long without the love of your life by your side.
Whispering his name, you smiled with silent tears streaming your flushed cheeks. Grapsing his large hand in yours, it looked so small, even now with his fingers twitching slightly but muscles lax. Tracing every scar and vein, you picked away at the dirt lightly as you watched Johnny's face. So peaceful, calm under the bruises and bandages, the world seemed to cease to exist around you as you took in every twitch, every sweet inhale and breathy exhale. You were just thankful for him to be alive, to hold on just a little longer so the time would come, if it had, to hold him as you did.
You recall the memories gazed into pure azure pools, the room painted in honey as the morning sun graced you both in tangled sheets. His lips floated on your soft skin, the delicate nips to your collar bone left breathy moans falling from pouted lips. Promises he made to you as he worshipped "I'll always make it home to you." "I'm gonna be 'ere to protect you" "Never worry about me. I will fight to always be next to you"
"Come on, sunshine... Please" You pleaded to any god that was listening as you traced his knuckles with gentle kisses, tears following in the path.
"I'm 'ere." Blue eyes met yours with his signature smile.
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bivwifeybunny · 2 months
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I here by request Foolish fluff that can allude to smut!
Maybe reader has a headache and Foolish ends stream early to comfort her and she starts feeling better and then things lead into the bedroom..
(Also may I have permission to write the smut part? Like you put out the fluff and then I give the part 2 that’s smut 👀)
My Special Girl
Pairing(s): Foolish x reader
Warning(s): Cursing, alluded smut (actual smut in the part 2 hehehe 🤭), mostly just fluff tho
A/N: RAHHH I'm finally posting a fic after.... uhhh idk but a LONG time. haha... yeah sorry about that. but HEY it's a foolish fic and that's something new. shrimpy here convinced me to start writing for him (it wasn't hard since i cant say no to shrimpy lmao) but yeah, this is a little collab I did with her. so as said in the ask, she wrote part 2 with the actual smut. I loved writing this and working with her honestly. she helped with a couple questions I had and was really patient with me (i took 11 days to finish this lol rip) so would def do again. also my first collab? im so excited for y'all to read this. anyways this is getting long, enjoy and the link for part two is at the end.
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You already felt it coming on. The tension building behind your eyes and the strain forming at your temples. But you’d be cruel to deny him when he looked at you with that cute pout. So you walked off, popped an ibuprofen and came back, sitting next to him as you watched him play some Minecraft.
However, the ibuprofen was definitely not enough. Thanks to his bright ass lights, the less than cozy screaming and yelling, and the eye strain from staring at the monitors, your headache began to worsen.
“I thought Minecraft was supposed to be a relaxing game.” You groaned, eyes squinted as you struggled to keep up with the pvp he was doing.
“Maybe it could be, if Richarlyson wasn’t being such a little bITCH!” Foolish screamed, resulting in another wince from you. His fingers darted around, clicking away as he chased after the little pixelated egg.
And then came the barking.
The back and forth, screaming, barking, with the added touch of his way too bright lights and the blue light from the monitors made you groan again. You leaned your head down, your hand covering your eyes, trying to find some relief. He was so excited to show you his progress on the titan, and you promised you’d at least stay long enough to see it, but you weren’t sure how much longer you could take this.
Luckily though, most of the screaming and barking stopped when Richas made a strategic retreat and teleported away. So you were able to look back at the monitor when he called your name.
“Okay, finally. Alright, alright, look.” Foolish grinned as he warped over to his titan build and began to glide over to it. “Now, I’m obviously not completely done but I’m so close, and I only really have- No, no, nO, NO!” He whined as a creeper dropped down next to him and exploded, ruining a part of the hand.
And unfortunately for you, that note struck the wrong cord and the pounding in your head grew past your limit. “Foolish, I’m gonna go lay down, okay?” You whispered, not only because of the throbbing in your head but also so his chat wouldn’t hear. You hurried off screen, heading back into his bedroom and crawling into bed after ensuring all the lights were off. You tossed the blankets over your head and buried your face into the cool pillow, hoping it’d ease the pain.
Meanwhile, as soon as you left, the doozers were all spamming things like “what happened to ___?”, “i dont think they were feeling well”, “they had their head down earlier”, “are they okay?” and so on.
Foolish, however, didn’t even glance at chat as he hurried off of Minecraft. “I think I’m gonna call it a day, guys. Sorry this was a shorter stream than usual.” He apologized for his 3 hour stream before quickly ending.
As soon as he was sure he ended, he rushed over to his room. He frowned at the dark room and the faint outline of your body curled up under the blankets. “Baby?” He called out quietly, climbing onto the bed next to you. He leaned over, propped up on his elbow and gently drew back the blankets. “What’s wrong?”
“Head hurts.” You muttered, eyes still shut tightly, jaw clenched.
“Aw, I’m sorry, honey.” He whispered softly, turning you to face him before rubbing his thumbs over your eyebrows, a silent instruction to relax from your tense position. “Should’ve told me. I wouldn’t have asked you to come on stream if I’d known you weren’t feeling good. Did you take anything to help it?”
“Just ibuprofen but’s not working.” You answered, leaning into his touch with a soft sigh, making him smile.
“Well, here. Why don't we try a bit of this?” Foolish mumbled, pulling you on top of him. “Where does it hurt?” He asked, to which you muttered, “My temples ‘nd behind my eyes,” snuggling into his warmth. He nodded, moving his hands to your head and beginning to massage your temples gently, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
You sighed in relief, relaxing your stiff position even more as he rubbed away all the tension, humming in a soothing, soft tone. You stayed like that for a while, letting Foolish work his magic while you cuddled him close.
After a little while he kissed your head again and moved his hands away, hugging you instead. “Feel any better?”
“Mhm.”
“Good.” He smiled softly. “And I hope you know I’m going to absolutely clowned on by chat tomorrow and it’s all your fault.” He teased with a playful smirk.
“I say it’s worth it. They already get to spend way too much time with you as is. It’s about time I stole you away from them for a little while.” You laughed, lifting your head to look up at him before smirking. “But if you really want me to make it up to you, I have an idea in mind I’m sure you’d like.”
“Oh ho ho ho.” Foolish giggled excitedly, meeting you halfway when you leaned up to kiss him. “Don’t mind if I do…” He smirked into the kiss, flipping you over. “But since my baby was hurting, why don’t you let me take care of you?”
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Part 2 :D by @mentallyillcrustacean
Taglist: @jordyncandy @foxilia @lacunaanonymoused @remiwastaken
Foolish taglist: none yet :)
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yanderu-deredere · 11 months
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bite and chew. (extras)
★ their mate is in the same house and the two of them know they should be talking to him but, instead, they let off a little steam
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anon asked: LOL SO LIKE WAS THE REASON MEL SAID THEY WERENT IN THE STATE TO HAVE GUESTS WAS BECOS THEY WERE FUCKING? AND THAT'S WHY LEO HAD THAT BUTT PLUG?
a/n: a little behind the scenes for that lil scene loool hope ur fine with me answering it this way just becos im super ocd about the formatting! this is very all over the place lmao but i just wanted to write it out becos yeah.... im really sorry (:
also before anyone asks THEYRE MARRIED THATS WHY THEY HAVE THE SAME LAST NAME DONT BE WEIRD!
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part one (bite.) ★ part two ★ (chew.) ★ extras (taste) ★ part three ★ (swallow.) ★ part four (digest.)
pairing: implied poly werewolves x male reader, isamu lowell x leonard lowell word count: 2690
warning: not much reader in here, leonard is bratty and mean, isamu is just here for the ride, having sex in a semi-public place, kind of exhibitionism? almost exhibitionism? hard to explain but they jerk of right outside of the room reader is in
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"Who's the twunk?"
The words leave Leonard's lips before he could stop himself. They always always did and he always beat himself up for it but he had never hated himself for it more than that moment because you were more than a twunk.
You were the most beautiful man he'd ever seen.
You were so stunning.
Mel had always told Leonard that he'd understand once you came, that it would be different with you. Leonard had been the last to join the pack so he didn't know what it felt like but that he'd apparently just know.
He always feared that he wouldn't know, that he'd never feel it, that the feeling would actually just be some sort of irrational jealousy as Mel and Isamu doted over the new addition.
But no, he felt it with you.
Just looking at you, just staring at you, he knew it was you.
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The timing was right too. The full moon just started and he was already feeling his blood rushing to his cock at the sight of you standing there, looking at him oddly.
Oddly because he called you a twunk. Fuck.
Mel was saying something. He said your name. Leonard needed to pay attention. He needed to say something, anything. He forced a smile on, trying his best not to look like he wanted to devour you "Nice to meet you too!"
Gods, he wanted to absolutely tear you apart and devour you. In all the best ways, of course.
Leonard couldn't take this anymore. Without thinking (because he never thought on anything first before doing it), he rushed away, desperate for any sort of relief.
"Saaam!"
Their entire cabin was only one floor so, sometimes, getting from point A to point B was frustrating as all Hell but, thankfully, Isamu was where Leonard had last left him.
Leonard burst into the master bedroom, broad grin on his face.
Isamu was completely naked, cock clutched in his fist, sweat trickling down the side of his face and cum dribbling down his shaft. Even though it had been a few minutes since he'd cum, Isamu was still panting like he'd run a marathon.
And, honestly, anyone Leonard rode pretty much always felt that way.
"They're here." Leonard tried to tell Isamu, bright blue eyes wide and that famous wolfish grin on his face "He's here."
Of course, they only ever spoke about one person that way so Isamu immediately knew who Leonard was talking about.
As if he was never tired in the first place, Isamu sat up, eyes wide and a panicked expression on his face "Oh no, what should I do? Fuck!"
Then, he let go of his own cock like the thing was made of molten lava "I-I-I can't meet them looking l-like this!"
"Hmmm," Leonard tapped the bottom of his lip, trying his best to look like he was thinking on it "How about we help each other out?"
Then, he was moving forward and riffling through the nightstand right next to his side of the bed. It was a little hard to find what he was looking for since he wasn't exactly the most organised in the pack but, eventually, his fingers found it and he fished it out.
It was a butt plug that fit perfectly in his hand, all shiny and crystalline, a suitably perfect rosy pink color. At the very head of it was a beautiful blooming flower.
Isamu took one look at it and shook his head "No way."
"What do you mean no way?" Leonard huffed as he tossed it in Isamu's direction. The poor guy barely had any time to catch the thing.
"No way, I'm n-not going to put this in you!" Isamu watched as Leonard started stripping his sweatpants and then his boxers "We're going to end up losing control and then fucking!"
"I need to prep myself, okay? I'm going to get our mate to fuck me tonight." Leonard let Isamu know a-matter-of-factly, smug expression on his face before he was bending himself over in front of his mate.
Isamu sighed, ragged and tired "You don't even know if he's into guys."
"He may not be into guys but he's our mate. He'll be into us." Leonard said it with such confidence that, honestly? Isamu found himself believing him.
It didn't mean that Isamu was any more on board with Leonard's stupid bullshit, though. But, he knew all the time spent arguing with Leonard was wasted time.
So, he grabbed the lube next to the bed on the floor and warmed it up on his fingers. Leonard always complained when it was too cold and he didn't want him to complain when he was already stepping on Isamu's nerves.
"Fuuuck, Sam, your fingers are always the best." Leonard groaned a little when Isamu finally started pushing his fingers in, the lube making the insertion smooth and easy.
Mel's fingers were always the hardest to take because they were always so rough and thick. Perks of being a lumberjack, Leonard supposed. But Isamu's fingers were long and lithe; they always seemed to get to the places in Leonard that nobody else could.
"Shit. RIght there, baby, fuck." Leonard buried his face into his arms as the tips of Isamu's fingers brushed against something inside him that made his cock twitch.
Isamu hated that Leonard was enjoying this so much. So, as a little bit of retaliation, he couldn't help but give his ass cheek a little bit of a spank with his free hand.
Leonard was the best to spank out of the three of them. Unlike Mel and Isamu, Leonard had pale skin so, when they hit and bruised him, his skin always turned such pretty vibrant colours.
And he cried so pretty too.
"Fuck, shit, sorry." Leonard's hips did a little aborted thrust like they didn't know whether to grind his cock against the mattress for relief or to push hard against Isamu for more "Shit, Isamuu."
Both of them knew the apology was bullshit but Isamu took it anyway and rubbed a comforting palm against the stinging ass cheek.
It didn't stop him from tapping it again once, twice, thrice, each time harder than the last, trying to remind Leonard that this entire thing really was inconveniencing him just a little bit.
Leonard sobbed each time, the apologies disappearing, replaced with that bratty attitude of his that always demanded things.
"Fucking stop! Shit! Fuck!" He'd curse but he wouldn't pull away, wouldn't actually stop Isamu, would just keep letting his mate fuck his fingers into his ass.
"Okay, shit, I've had enough!" Finally, Leonard pushed his hand back and clawed at Isamu's leg, teeth bared "Push the fucking plug in me or I might push you down and fuck you."
Isamu gulped and nodded a little haltingly. Yeah, this was exactly what he was worried about.
He took his hand off of Leonard's ass cheek to grab the butt plug only to realise that it was cold. So, he put the whole thing in his mouth, saliva coating it and dribbling down the corner of his mouth.
Of course, Leonard watched and he couldn't help but think how erotic Isamu looked taking the thing and licking at it.
It made him want to fuck him even more. Which, of course, made him groan and grind his cock into the rough sheets under him.
"Calm down." Isamu grumbled and took his fingers out of Leonard's ass before finally coating the butt plug with lube and slipping the whole thing into Leonard's ass.
It was mesmerising to watch it slip so easily in and to see the excess lube dribble out.
It was even more unbelievable to watch Leonard get up like nothing ever happened. He didn't even hobble as he angrily cleaned himself up and got dressed.
"Wait! Fuck," Isamu grabbed his pant leg "You said you'd help me out!"
Leonard laughed, all mean-spirited before kneeling beside the bed.
Without even hesitating, he took Isamu's cock into his hand and licked a long stripe, from the base to the tip, before taking the tip into his mouth and suckling on it.
Isamu's head fell back, a strangled moan leaving his throat. "Y-You're not helping!"
Leonard laughed again, lips vibrating around Isamu's tip and causing his hips to jerk up into Leonard's mouth.
In response, Leonard gave a couple of taps on Isamu's hip. Calm down.
"S-Sorry, just-- Fuck, don't-- don't laugh with my p-p-penis in your mouth." Isamu stuttered out, his hand darting out to cup the back of Leonard's neck.
Leonard already knew that but that didn't mean he wouldn't do it. It was always fun to see Isamu freaking out about it, after all.
Still, as an apology, Leonard smoothly took the rest of Isamu's cock down his throat, monster length and all. The slurp of cum, lube and saliva was absolutely obscene.
At least, Isamu thought so as he let the rest of his body fall back, his hand tightening around the back of Leonard's neck, his hips struggling to hold back on fucking the poor guy's throat.
"Fuck, fuck, Leo, fuck."
As suddenly as he did it, though, he was pulling back, slowly sucking and licking as he took out inch after inch. Isamu watched with bated breath as the bulge in Leonard's throat seemed to shift before disappearing completely.
Leonard would kill him one of these days.
"There, all clean." The monster croaked out before clearing his throat and licking his lips like he'd finished a popsicle and not absolutely deepthroated Isamu's cock.
Then, to make matters even worse, Leonard took Isamu by the wrist and cleaned the cum off his hand, his tongue working in between his fingers and lapping at his palm.
"Leo!" Isamu let out another strangled moan, his hips helplessly thrusting into nothing and his cock feebly bobbing around.
"Come on, our mate is literally on the other side of this damn house!" Leonard stood up, dusting himself off before throwing clothes at Isamu, uncaring when they hit him in the face instead of landing on his lap.
Isamu just sighed and obediently put them on, knowing full well that, when Leonard got like this, it was better to let him boss you around than to argue.
That and Isamu was excited too, after all.
Isamu knew the happiness that came with finding another mate. Just finding Mel was a miracle in itself.
He hadn't known that his... condition had been so... trainable and Mel helped him out. To think that they became mates too? It was like fate brought them together.
And then Mother Moon brought them Leonard? It was more than Isamu could ever ask for.
Now, she gave him another gift with you.
So, yes, Isamu nervously followed Leonard, scared out of his mind to see you but also happy and excited and all of these emotions brewing inside of his chest.
And when he saw you? When he looked at you, sitting there at the table, looking at him with those eyes, that handsome sweet smile on your face? He knew, just like how he knew when he saw Mel and when he saw Leonard, that you were his.
"Hello." He wheezed out, unable to really think of anything more intelligent to say.
Especially when you smiled at him like that so brilliantly, like the Sun itself "Hello! You must be Sam, right? Nice to meet you!"
"Isamu." He corrected before realising how stupid that sounded "Y-You can call me Sam."
Then, to make it even worse, like his body wanted to embarrass him, he bowed. He really didn't mean to do it but his body was moving before he could stop himself.
Thoroughly embarrassed (and his cock still hard from both what Leonard had done before and from just seeing you), he scurried away.
"Sam!" He heard Leonard follow after him but he was near tears, knowing that you probably thought he was some stupid idiot or something.
When he showed no signs of stopping, Leonard wrapped his arms around Isamu's waist and tried to pull him to a stop.
Of course, Leonard was no match for someone so buff and tough like Isamu. But, out of respect for Leonard or because he liked doting on him, Isamu almost immediately stopped.
Just as the two of them paused almost right outside the kitchen, they heard your voice, melodic and sweet.
"What's up with all of you and your partners looking supernaturally good-looking?"
Isamu felt his cheeks and his ears grow hot. You didn't think he was some weirdo for being so flustered and embarrassed in front of you?
Leonard sighed and Isamu felt his breath against his ear.
"See, you're fine. You're panicking without thinking again." Leonard whispered against Isamu's ear, his lips tickling the shell of it "Just calm down."
Then, Isamu felt Leonard smirk "Let me help you calm down."
Without warning, Leonard's hand snuck into Isamu's sweatpants and into his boxers, his fingers wrapping around his still hard cock and pulling it out.
There was no lube, of course, and no cum to help so Leonard huffed "Spit."
"W-We-We're right outside--" Isamu tried to protest.
"I said spit." Leonard huffed out again and, knowing Leonard, Isamu just did as he was told, letting a line of his spit drop onto his own cock.
Leonard laughed rather meanly before spreading the spit all over the shaft of Isamu's cock. It still wasn't enough, of course, but it definitely helped.
"Gods, I bet if our mate saw you now..." Leonard let himself trail off and Isamu's hips helplessly jerked forward at the thought.
What, you'd think Isamu was pathetic? That he was disgusting for being turned on just looking at you? That he shouldn't be leaking so much pre-cum while he was being jerked off right outside the room you were in?
Isamu immediately pulled his hand up to his face and bit down on the back of his wrist, trying his hardest not to let out all the pitiful moans and whines he wanted to.
Leonard let out a couple of breathy chuckles as he continued to work Isamu's cock "You're getting off on it, aren't you? I bet you'd really cum hard if he came out and saw you."
Isamu shook his head but the two of them knew he was just denying the truth.
"Listen to his voice while you get off, you pervert." Leonard's free hand suddenly came up to pinch Isamu's face, his thumb and fingers digging into his cheeks.
"Yeah, my girlfriend invited me but then ditched me to go hang out with some buff guy."
"Girlfriend? Ha, you're getting off to a guy with a girlfriend, 'Samu." Leonard jeered, fist clenching a bit harder around Isamu's cock as he did a particularly rough jerk. "What are you going to do about that, Isamu? Our mate has a girlfriend."
Oh no, oh no. The worst part about Leonard was that he knew exactly what buttons to press and he knew exactly how easily Isamu got jealous over his mates.
He didn't even know who your girlfriend was but, Gods, did he want to rip out her throat with his bare teeth.
Isamu's teeth tightened around his own wrist and he futilely fucked into Leonard's fist, trying to chase the high that he felt coiling into his stomach.
Isamu wanted to claim you, wanted to take you away from your girlfriend. She didn't deserve you anyway. Only they did. Only they deserved you, you could only belong to them.
When Isamu came, his entire body bent forwards and he could barely muffle the huffed out moan that left his throat. Leonard himself laughed up a storm and had to cover his mouth.
The cum, of course, splattered all over the floor and Leonard knew he'd have to clean that up.
Isamu was absolutely out of it, his entire body sagging and tired as he panted and groaned.
"Sam, Leo, come here and hang out with our new guest!"
Or they could probably clean it up later.
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