#mig hell au

[spider-man-2o99]

(water + wood) What are the chances that Miguel comes out of this as some kind of ambush predator that hangs off skyscrapers and murders Fly Boys? Look, no one knows what genre they live in, but I am pretty sure that this all this dehumanization the scientists are doing is just going to result in a Murder Animal that Hates Them.

i can’t properly answer this without potentially spoiling anything, but It Is Interesting That You Would Say That, Anon ! : )

#talking tag #asks #spider-man 2099 #miguel o'hara #my fic stuff #mig hell au #one of th allegories Baked Into The Overall Fic is being just old enough to recognize youre being abused but not being able to change it-- #--on your own. or. at least. the specific kinda feelings of powerlessness that come from that i spose #it doesn't like. Ruin The Experience if you do or don't Know That Specifically i know it's english class Nerd Shit. #but yeah just. keep your theories percolating i REALLY wish i could just Spill but i am tryin REALLY REALLY hard not to #and remember!! we are only seeing miguels perspective. he exaggerates some things for his own sake. #usually just 4 Melodrama yes but Not Always! tagged it Unreliable Narrator for a reason #we are skipping around between the quote-unquote Boring Parts of the whole Experience because he is Mentally Checked Out most of th time #and when he Is cognitively aware of himself + the situation It Is Usually Because The Situation Sucks! #everything i write it's all just allegories for shit we aint processed yet you know how it fuckin is.

[trash-king18]

college au! miguel

best friends..maybe to lovers? some much needed comfort from mig because i’m going through it and was tired of scrolling through pure smut at the moment.

cw: in depth description of anxiety and panic and feelings on loneliness, little bit of blood for like a second but no SH or anything like that.

this is entirely self indulgent.. just let me live

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You were used to telling everyone you were fine, even when you weren’t, especially when you weren’t. At this point you didn’t know if it was more because you didn’t get the help you needed growing up, even when you did ask for it, or because everyone ultimately just assumed you were fine. You always seemed that way on the outside, grown accustomed to dealing with everything alone and discreetly as possible. “Quiet as a mouse,” you always told yourself that’s what you had to be.

But for some reason your study buddy, Miguel, was the one person who never seemed to believe you. You two had grown friendly quickly and were in most of the same classes so you had agreed to study together and help keep each other on track. However after a while you started hanging out outside of study sessions. You’d get food after class, go to parties, even went to the gym together sometimes.

That was freshman year, and now as juniors you could confidently say Miguel was probably your closest friend. You had plenty others, and you loved you little group, and time with the girls. But you two were inseparable and everybody saw it. obviously you two had kept your distance to an extent though.

it was great to have such a connection with somebody, but of course it came with its downsides too.

He saw right through every bullshit lie and excuse you made when you were feeling off. You hadn’t explicitly mentioned your struggles with mental health but you hadn’t exactly tried to hide it either. But just like with everybody else you did your best to keep not just the worst, but all of it from him. Which meant to an extent, you’d always had your guard up which created a considerable amount of distance between the two of you that had been there ever since you started getting genuinely close. He didn’t push it too much though, you knew it was because he had some secret of his own. He’d disappear for an hour or two, sometimes for days, missing classes even and show up clearly injured and having had been in a fight. Bruised knuckles and even ribs were a regular occurrence for Miguel Ohara. But he didn’t push, so neither did you.

This time around was no different. Your anxiety was getting worse with the stress of finals coming up and because of work you hadn’t been getting to the gym as much. lifting was the thing that helped the most, your main outlet. You’d had three panic attacks this week and you only felt it getting worse. You couldn’t fall asleep until 1 because your mind was racing, and usually woke up around 5 already sweating and your heart racing. It was hell. But you still managed to get through classes, work, and your two hour study sessions with Miguel and the rest of the crew after your shift. When you weren’t too nauseas you’d go to the gym before class but recently that plan hadn’t been working. Besides, the only meals you were getting in was a sad excuse for lunch made up of snacks you could grab between afternoon lectures and whatever leftovers you could snag from the kitchens at work. This Friday night though, you had a rare off day and instead had agreed to go get food with everyone else at the dining hall before everyone was supposed to get ready for the Faded4Finals party.

You sat around the table as everyone complained about their classes and their jobs or gossiped. To be honest their words kind of muddled together as you sat there picking at the skin around your fingers. Everything was kind of just a numbed out blur until you felt the back of someones knuckle gently brush up and down right above your elbow. You snapped out of your racing thoughts and turned your head to see Miguel looking at you with furrowed brows and the little frown he always gave you when he thought something was wrong. His knuckle keeps tracing small lines up and down.

“You okay?”

You force a smile, something that comes almost more naturally than your actual smile. “Yeah I’m good, just thinking about what I want to wear tonight.”

He whispers so only you can hear him over the chatter of your friends shouting about something or other “are you hungry, do you want me to grab you something?”

“No I’m okay, not really hungry right now.” His frown deepens a little but he just nods.

“Ya know I was thinking of ditching the party, not really feeling it, do you want to come over and chill? Maybe get a late night lift in?”

“Uhm mig you know I think I’m actually just gonna head back to my room.” You turn away from him to address the group. “Guys I’m gonna go start getting ready and I’ll actually just meet you there if that’s ok?” A lie. You had no intention of going to that party. His hand falls from your arm as you abruptly get up. You don’t even wait for them to say anything before pushing your chair in and heading to the door. You hear Miguel say your name before you walk away but you pretend not to and keep walking.

You practically rush to your dorm the feeling in your chest that you’d been pushing down all day tightening quicker and quicker. You barely make it to your room before collapsing against the closed door, sliding down to the ground as your breath becomes broken and hitched.

You knew what to do in this situation of course, you’d taught yourself how to deal with attacks when you were little purely through trial and error. Cold water, pressure on your chest, count your breathing, distract yourself, etc. but recently those things hadn’t been helping as much.

You eventually slow your breathing enough to drag yourself to the bed before curling up under your weighted blanket with your back pressed to the wall. It wasn’t much for a sense of security and comfort, but it would have to do. About 45 minutes later you heard a soft knock on the door. You were planning to just ignore it, assuming it was Jaz or someone else making sure you were ready for the party. Until you heard another gentle knock and a voice from the other side. His voice.

“Y/N? Are you in there?”

You didn’t wanna open the door. If it were anyone else you could lie and smile and joke and everything would be fine. But you couldn’t lie to him no matter how hard you tried and especially right now you couldn’t handle him seeing you like this. He’d know. But he wasn’t leaving

“Y/n Im not trying to bother you or anything I just.. will you please.. open the door? Just for a second.”

Only for him. Only for him you drag yourself out from under the heavy layer of blankets and hastily wipe your face with some wipes to remove the mascara before trying to dry your eyes with your sleeves. But nothing will hide how puffy your face is. Slowly you open the door and peer out to be met with your best friend holding multiple bags full of..

“I uhm.. I brought you food. Your favorite, the noodle dish you like from that place on sixth street. Oh and I also got the mango tea and water just in case. And because this dish doesn’t have a lot of produceI stopped to get some fruit. Not! That you have to eat it if you don’t want to of course I won’t judge you we all need junk food sometimes but I know how you said you feel gross when you don’t have enough… fiber.”

He blows out an awkward breath looking down at the ground suddenly realizing he’s been rambling. A gently pink creeps up his neck and onto the tips of his ears as he stands in your doorway awkwardly. You still haven’t said anything and he begins to regret his decision.

“I- just when you left the dining hall without eating anything I felt bad and so I.. yeah. I just wanted to make sure you ate.”

“Thank you mig but really I just want to be alone I need to get ready for this party.”

“Do you really think you should go right now.. I mean somethings clearly up with you..”

“I said I was fine.” You sound much more defensive and angry than you want to.

He looks back up at you but you avoid meeting his eyes still trying to hide how puffy your face was.

“I know you did. But… I check on you even when you say you’re fine. And I bring you food even when you say you’re not hungry. Aaand I come ready with your favorite movie even when you say you want to be alone because I’m,” he pauses not exactly wanting to say the next two words, “your…friend. Friends don’t leave each other to deal with things alone.”

You bite the inside of your cheek hard to stop yourself from bursting into tears right then and there. This man had driven halfway across town for your favorite meal and snacks to come try and comfort you, and while you’d do and had done the same for your friends even when they didn’t seem to need it nobody had ever done it for you. Everything in his voice sounded genuine, he cared. Before you could even process the emotions bubbling to the surface he sucks in a breath and starts again.

“We don’t have to watch the movie of course, I don’t even have to come in.. if you don’t want but at least eat.. please.”

“Miguel I-“

“Im not trying to smother you I just,” the next part comes out mumbled, “I worry about you cariño.”

You look at him hands full of things he got just for you, staring at you with puppy dog eyes and cheeks slightly pink. Everything that you were worried about seems to be forgotten for a moment as your best friend stands before you wearing the same concerned frown as always. So against your better judgment you reach out to put a hand on his arm and say “thank you” before finally stepping aside and opening the door enough for him to step in. Your grateful he doesn’t comment on how red your eyes are as he unloads all the contents of the various bags onto the table before he makes himself at home on your bed and starts setting up his laptop. He picks up the tea and beckons you over to take it and settle yourself next to him. You oblige taking a sip of the mango drink you love so much and realizing how hungry you were. The two of you eat in silence side by side as the movie plays. You’d seen this exact movie with him at least 20 times but neither of you cared, you loved it.

You finish eating and continue watching the movie until you feel the familiar brush of his knuckle on your arm. He had started doing it when he wanted to get your attention or check up on you without drawing too much attention. So you look over at him to find him just sort of staring into space in the dimly lit room absentmindedly bushing his finger against your arm in small circles.

“What?” You ask confused

He doesn’t meet your eyes. “Why were you crying earlier?”

“I wasn’t”

He just keeps rubbing your arms slowly but doesn’t say anything for a moment. You assumed he dropped it, like he always does.

“Why do you keep lying to me y/n”

“Im not.”

He finally looks up at you. “Yeah you are. These past few weeks you’ve been having.. you’ve been off again.”

It never occurred to you that the reason he never seems to believe you is because he knows what’s wrong, most people just saw that you didn’t ask for help and assumed that you were ok. But that last sentence, it almost sounded like he was going to say that you were having panic attacks.

“Im fine Mig I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He suddenly sits up more and pauses the movie. He turns back to you this time the frown on his face is deep and his eyes are pleading. “You haven’t been eating, you haven’t been at the gym, you look exhausted.”

“Wow.. thanks.”

“That’s- no. you know that’s not what I’m trying to say.”

“No I get it I look like a zombie.”

“Would you just-,” he sighs and grumbles under his breath “you don’t look like a zombie you look beautiful you always look beautiful.” He speaks up so you can hear him, clearly not intending for you to hear that last part. “I’m just trying to say that I can see that you’re not doing well and I want you to talk to me.”

“I don’t need to talk about anything. Everything’s fine. I’m fine.”

“I know you’re lying. I can hear it in your voice, I can see how tense you’ve been, I watch you picking at your fingers until they bleed cari- y/n please I am asking, I am begging you to let me help you.”

“I don’t need any help I can take care of it myself.”

“Yes but you don’t have to. I am here for you, I will always be here.”

Your voice threatens to break and you can’t hide how it wavers when you speak again. “But I don’t need you to be, I can fix it on my own like I always do.”

He hesitantly takes your hands in his thumbs gently stroking your wrists. You hadn’t even realized you were picking at your skin again and a bit of blood ran down your fingers. You avoid his gaze but he dips his head down to meet your eyes which are slightly wet as more tear threaten to pour out onto your face. His voice sounds soft but adamant and full of concern. “Look at me. Just because you’ve done this alone doesn’t mean you always have to. I know that you’ve been struggling with your anxiety and I haven’t wanted to say anything because you didn’t tell me but I can see that you’re not fine and I’m worried about you. If you just let me.. I can be there for you.”

The tears start to fall now and you can’t really stop them even though you try and before you can do it yourself his hands come up to cup your face brushing them away. You just sit there and cry for a moment.

“Oh cariño” you don’t fight him as he pulls you towards him easily to lean against his chest “I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I should’ve been there.”

Your voice comes out quiet, “it’s okay, you didn’t know.”

He rubs the small of your back, its odd, you’d hugged before but you’d never really been close to him in any intimate way, you both didn’t want to cross that boundary with the other and make things weird.

“I did know. Ive known for years and I shouldve insisted on being here for you sooner.”

You look up at him “How did you know?”

“Lets just say I’m.. really perceptive” he gives you a soft goofy grin

You smile at him slightly, and he seems relieved that you did. It’s the first real smile you’ve given anyone in weeks.

“Mig?”

“Hmm?”

“Will.. will you put the movie back on?”

He chuckles softly and leans forward to push play but makes no attempt to move you off him and you make no attempt to move away. As the movie resumes playing he settles back against the pillows with you still laying against his chest with his hand resting on your back. you stayed like that, and for the first time in almost a month, you drifted off to sleep easily.

#across the spiderverse #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #miguel x reader #miguel x y/n #spiderman 2099 #atsv #miguel ohara #atsv miguel #friends to lovers #slow burn

[anitalianfrie]

please please tell me more about bezz uni student au that lives in your head

anon i went and opened the unibo nightmare site just for you, i hope you know this

first of all, small introduction to the univeristy system in italy: uni is usually divided in two segments/degrees: triennale (three years) and the magistrale (two years). this is true for the majority of degrees with some exceptions like medicine, which is six years and is not divided in triennale and magistrale.

bez either does mechanical engineering or something like. economics. and is a fuoricorso (meaning that he's been studying for his degree for more years than it should actually take). he lives in a shitty rented apartment with mig and pecco and a misterious third flatmated who bails on them in september which means they are in dire need of a new guy to replace him. Pecco remembers about a kid his mum told him about, the son of a friend of a friend of a friend, and scrambles to call him and ask him if he needs a place to stay. Luckily for everybody, Cele does.

so cele, nineteen and doe eyed, who's about to start his first year in uni (he's an engineer 100% i just need to decide whether mechanic or aerospace) moves in. and that's how it starts, idk yet about the rest but something will happen. angst will occour.

vale is the crazy professor every single one of them had (either physics or analysis or something equally crazy) and has an insane feud with marc who teaches his same course/is in his same department. rosquez craziness is never out of my aus.

bez goes around with totebags, is an active member of various uni associations and lives out of pasta al tonno (pasta with canned tuna) than he still manages to cook abysmally and things he heats on the pan (not the microwave bc the apartment doesn't have one) that his mum makes him every weekend when he gets back home. he doesn't know he's bi and living with cele (gay, out and proud. okay not really proud nor out but doesn't hide it. kinda involved in the uni lgbt association after the first months, asks bez to go scout it with him and bez almost implodes) sends him to the deepest pits of gay hell and desperation.

idk what the others would study yet tbh.

#bez of course has an insane beef with marc even in this universe #i haven't fleshed out this au perfectly yet just know that bez goes thru 1837347 gay crisis as does pecco #the only one who's chilling is mig tbh #unibo au #bezzetti #c'è posta per me #motogp

[dearest-painter]

I HAVE COME ONCE AGAIN WITH DAYBREAKER! MIGUEL AND NIGHTMARE MOON! READER

( MAYBE A ONESHOT OF THIS? YOUR WRITING IS PERFECTION! )

Because of both Daybreaker! Miguel and Nightmare Moon! Reader going crazy, they have caused chao all over the spider society.

Both of them are just pranking people and Daybreaker! Miguel is causing fires while Nightmare Moon! Reader is making the lights go out.

So sometimes the Spider Society has no choice but to put them in those cages where the anomalies are kept.

So these two are just being silly little villans causing havoc all over the place, and the Spider Society is NOT getting any sleep

THE SILLIES BE CAUSING MISCHIEF!!!

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship, abusive relationship, abusive behavior, mostly fluff but it’s still a yandere au, just them being mischievous little fuckers, harmless chaos surprisingly…sorta less so on Miguel’s end, tell me if I need to add anything!

Summary:Chaos is what brings families closers together, yes? I mean at least in your cause it does! Who wouldn’t want to cause chaos with their family!?

You giggled as you turned off all the lights in HQ making people groan, sigh, or scream. Ever since Miguel became..whatever the fuck he is you two have been causing chaos all around HQ. Any sense of responsibility left Miguel’s body once he became ‘Daybreaker’ which is really fucking annoying. You groaned as the lights turn back on so you quickly left your spot to check up on Miguel.

“Migs? What ya doing~?” Miguel chuckled insanely as he stared at the fire in front of him his eyes filled with excitement. “Just..the usual” “Oo~ this one looks like a spider Lilly!” “I was going after Belladonna but that works as well” You both laughed as the other spiders rushed to put out Miguel’s new fire. Surprisingly you two became fast of friends with the anomaly prowler.

How you may ask? Because you both were put into a anomaly cell and beside the prowler or Aaron Davis of universe something. “How do you two keep escaping?” You shrugged and went back to trying to play tic-tac-toe with him. “You just do, really thought but sure as hell is fun” “Wish I could join” Aaron chuckled and continue to play tic-tac-toe with you. “Next time we escape your coming with us!” You said, he’s recently become a great friend of yours. Just the chaotic three in cells right beside each other.

#✉️mail arrived✉️ #genderfluid enity answers! #yandere #please don’t do this #obession #unhealthy #platonic yandere #yandere platonic #gn reader #yandere x gn reader #x gn reader #gender neutral y/n #yandere x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #yandere spiderverse #yandere spider man across the spiderverse

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

10k Masterlist

a hero, a liar (ao3) - bellawritess luke/ashton T, 10k

Summary: Ashton’s never met Spiderman. Well, never until right now. Never until Spiderman lands on the pavement in front of Ashton.

AM (ao3) - Migs Michael/Luke E, 10k

Summary: 5 Seconds Of Summer consists of Michael Clifford, Ashton Hemmings and Calum Hood. Luke Hemmings is the youngest Hemmings brother.

and i fell for the lie that i told (ao3) - jbhmalum calum/ashton T, 10k

Summary: “If Calum is being honest — and Calum is always honest — it starts out as something completely innocent.”

In which cashton get annoyed at the paps for always being there on their coffee runs and so they start to fuck with them. And the fans. And basically the entire world. Calum really shouldn’t be that surprised when he starts catching feelings.

OR: 5 times Calum and Ashton pretend to be a couple in front of the cameras, and 1 time they are one, for nobody but themselves.

angels choking on their halos (ao3) - aliciaxadrienne michael/luke M, 10k

Summary: Fame and notoriety mean nothing when the dead are coming back to life. Or; the zombie apocalypse happens at the worst possible time and things go haywire.

are we something to each other (or are we just blowing smoke?) (ao3) - bellawritess michael/ashton, luke/calum T, 10k

Summary: A startled laugh escapes Michael, and he gently pushes against Ashton’s chest, though his hand lingers as if for a moment he considers holding Ashton in place instead. “You’re lame. And you’re not kissing me like that in front of your friends. I’m a respectable fake boyfriend, I don’t believe in gratuitous PDA.”

Come Thru (ao3) - bitchnluke luke/ashton E, 10k

Summary: Luke was used to being a playboy bunny, and he loved the pampered life of a playboy bunny. So yeah, you could say he was a spoilt brat. One day, his daddy tells him he is no longer his daddy, and that he has a new one. That his new daddy was the CEO of playboy bunny, which happened to be the owners nephew, Ashton Irwin. His old daddy tells him to go make Ashton loosen up and have fun.

dancing with the demons (holy spirit, holy spirit) (ao3) - softirwin michael/calum, luke/ashton T, 10k

Summary: “You’re kind of a shitty demon,” he tells Calum, who scowls.

“Fuck you,” he says. “You’re kind of a shitty angel.”

“Oh, dude, I know,” Michael agrees.

-

angel/demon au

Epoch (ao3) - lourrygum michael/luke E, 10k

Summary: But Michael’s in a band, of course. He hasn’t spent over two months in his own home in over four years and he definitely hasn’t spent up to that amount of time anywhere else. L.A.’s the only place where they’d stuck around long enough to stop getting lost often enough to have to spend fifteen minutes on Google maps figuring out where the hell they were. And even then, they only stayed for around six weeks. It’s not like six weeks isn’t enough to meet someone, but it’s definitely not enough to start to like them and date them and continue to like them enough to put an effort into the long-distance thing.

or, michael’s parents are worried, luke wants to help, calum can’t lie, and ashton knows best

Full of Love I Can’t Control (ao3) - pitypartyof1 calum/ashton E, 10k

Summary: In which Ashton and Calum tend bar at The Ballard Firehouse in Seattle, WA in 1993. Ashton wants to play drums and find his soulmate. Calum just wants to make it big and find a way for Ashton to love him without the lights.

Heart’s Citizen (ao3) - lookingforhope calum/ashton E, 10k

Summary: Being truth to yourself might be scary. Being truth to yourself im front of the world might be even scarier. Ashton helps Calum to do both things.

How I Met Your Father (ao3) - milecgv michael/calum, luke/ashton T, 10k

Summary: Calum promises to tell his kids the story of how he met their Papa Michael.

Or

The one where Daddy Calum tells his little kids a special bedtime story.

It’s Just A Bunch Of Hocus Pocus (ao3) - onceuponatime michael/calum N/R, 10k

Summary: “Ashton’s grin spreads, almost splitting his face in half and Michael starts to feel a little afraid. “I dare you to break in to the old Hood house.”

Michael scoffs, standing from Luke’s lap and popping his spine. Breaking into the old Hood house isn’t that much of a dare. All the kids from Salem do it at least once, and Michael had his turn when he was like, ten. He’s a little disappointed in Ashton; he thought he could do better than that. He’s a little embarrassed for him, too, if he thought that going into that house would phase anyone over the age of twelve. “That’s it?” Michael asks, staring at Ashton with a dead expression.

“Ah, ah,” Ashton says with a glint in his eye. “You gotta break into the Hood house, and you have to video yourself lighting the Black Flame Candle.””

Michael brings Calum back from hell as the result of a Halloween bet

let me love you - @sup3rbloom​ (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) luke/ashton T, 10k

Summary: Luke Hemmings is a rockstar with a troubled past. He’s struggling with an alcohol addiction and a career that’s going downhill, but Calum isn’t giving up on him. Calum suggests Luke a fake boyfriend to help keep the bad press away. That’s where Ashton comes in, Ashton who is an embodiment of sunshine. Luke’s hesitant due to his failed past relationships, but he agrees, because he knows this is what he needs to save his career.

Loose Tongue (ao3) - jbhmalum calum/ashton M, 10k

Summary: 5 times calum wears skirts that keep getting shorter on tour and 1 time ashton does something about it

over and under (ao3) - kaleidoscopeminds luke/calum E, 10k

Summary: “We really need to stop doing this.”

“I know.”

Luke says he won’t do this again.

They both agree they won’t do this again when they’re dressed, in Luke’s living room and not his bedroom, when Calum’s about to leave to see his other friends and Luke’s going to the studio to write.

It’s easy to agree not to do it again when Calum’s not touching him.

Something Better (ao3) - notonguexwithbutt michael/luke M, 10k

Summary: “It’s like Luke is trying to say so many things with one look and somehow Michael is understanding them all. Or is he? Because to him it looks like Luke is saying 'push me up against a wall and fuck me’ or maybe it’s something more like 'do something, I dare you.’ Or maybe Michael’s just really turned on by the sight of his best friend covered in sweat and staring at him with dark, dilated eyes.”

Luke gets his wisdom teeth removed and feels quite affectionate and honest in the haze of his anesthesia. Later, he’s embarrassed about the things he confessed to Michael, so Michael does what he can to even out the field.

stretch and flex (ao3) - kaleidoscopeminds luke/calum E, 10k

Summary: What he didn’t really account for was Luke Hemmings, lead singer, being too fucking attractive for his own good.

When he first looked the band up properly Calum thought he was hot, for sure, all blonde curls and wide shoulders and unassuming smile. But he wasn’t really prepared for just how good looking he is up close; how expressive his face is, how nice his voice is, how fucking incredible his ass is. Training him is like torture, watching him get sweaty and breathless, stretching and massaging him, seeing him in a tank top and various other stages of undress.

He'd probably manage it fine, he is somehow a professional, if it weren't for the fact that Calum’s pretty sure Luke is actually starting to rile him up on purpose, wearing increasingly ripped or tiny shirts, and often asking Calum to correct his form for him when Calum’s almost positive he knows exactly how he should be performing the exercise.

He’s almost constantly flustered by this man. And it’s starting to make him shit at his job.

The Day the World Ended (ao3) - insomniacwriter17 ot4 T, 10k

Summary: “Reports state that people are experiencing incredibly high fevers, intense pain all over the body, and a state of delirium. Government officials have issued a warning: if you feel ill, seek medical attention immediately. If you do not feel ill, stay inside if at all possible and make sure to wash your hands often.”

wait for me in the sky (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum T, 10k

Summary: Calum and Luke sit next to each other on a long flight.

you’ve got stars, they’re in your eyes (ao3) - lifewasradical luke/calum T, 10k

Summary: Calum leaves 5 Seconds of Summer.

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5sos fanfic #masterlists #5sos #5 seconds of summer

[captainkappa]

Fanfic:: Hunter and Prey

To be a Mandalorian pirate is to be both hunter and prey. This, Din understood after being taken into their care as a child.

Now he is hunting a Mandalorian artifact to deliver his charge to the aquatic sorcerers in order to teach him how to handle his magic. His quest brings him to a sandy stretch of shore, Mos Pelgo.

Link to AO3

For Day 4 of @dincobbweek aka AU day!

The prophecy as foretold; I have a hyperfixation, therefore I must write a pirate AU. And oh my god, I loved writing this fic so so much.

Huge shout out to @staranon95 for betaing and @ayantiel for providing the needed inspiration to get this thing going!

-=-=-=-

Mayfeld took in a deep breath, letting the salty air fill his lungs. There was a lot riding on today, his reputation, Ran’s reputation, but with the Empire’s finest knelt at his feet, all of their note-worthy possessions, he thought he was doing pretty well.

“No one makes any dumb decisions and you all will get to live,” he called out, voice carrying over the wind so even the poor bastards at the end would be able to hear. “We’re just here for what’s ours and then we’ll leave you be. You’ll never have seen us.”

Xi’an was getting her brother from the prisoners down below and Burg was raiding the captain’s office. Sure, the objective was to get Xi’an’s brother before he made it to the Empire’s colonies, but this was an Imperial vessel. The three of them would have to be stupid not to rob the Imps blind when they had the opportunity.  Plus, their informant assured them that not only was this a prisoner’s vessel, it was a transport vessel, moving a map that led to a whole lot of Mandalorian gold.

It was the perfect plan; do a job for Ran, undermine Ran, get filthy rich, and live the rest of their days on an island in the Outer Isles.

And everything was going great, when Burg burst through the captain’s doors, startling everyone on board. Everyone jumped, bar Mayfeld. Burg cut an intimidating figure, a mountain of a man, horns poking through holes he made in his hat so he had to crouch to get into most places. His sudden presence didn’t startle Migs. What was a surprise was the concern on his face.

“Migs! The captain is dead!”

He rolled his eyes. “And? Do you want me to pay you back for the ammo it took to do that?”

“No, he was already dead! And the map’s gone too!”

His blood ran cold. He gave up the act and ran into the room, grabbing onto his hat so it wouldn’t fly away. His eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room. He couldn’t tell if there had been a scuffle or it had been Burg who had torn up the room. Drawers were half open, hanging out, papers scattered, a blood-spatter, maybe, but there was so little Migs couldn’t tell if it was recent.

And in the center of it all, the captain, dead in his chair. His body was cool, so Burg wasn’t bluffing in saying someone had shot him before. There had been a lot of commotion when they had first boarded the ship, could the thief have entered then?

“You swear he was like this when you got in?”

Burg nodded.

“And he wasn’t holding a pistol?”

Burg nodded again and the evidence confirmed it. There was only one pistol in the room, halfway across the floor. That didn’t happen when someone tried to off themself for fear of the pirates coming on board.

Migs pushed the body to the floor, getting on his knees to root through the drawers, hoping to find the map, to be able to smack Burg upside the head, but there was nothing. He ripped them out of the desk, holding them upside down and shaking them, but still nothing. Just useless documentation with Imperial seals splayed everywhere.

He slammed the top of the desk as he stood up.

“Did you check everywhere?! Every possible drawer, false drawer, any of that bullshit?”

“Yeah! But it ain’t here!”

Migs pulled off his hat, balling up the rim in fist before throwing it back on.

Ran would tell him not to get greedy. There was an unknown element at play now, so focus on getting Qin out and run. With the group back to what it was before Mando sold them out, they could rob big ships again, but who the fuck cared about that. If Ran knew about the map, he would’ve said to hell with Qin, focus on the pay-out.

Migs stormed out of the quarters and back onto the deck. It was too sunny to see, but that didn’t stop his furious walk back to the line of Imperials on the ship. He grabbed the one in the fanciest looking clothing, who he could only assume was the quartermaster or second mate, and hauled him to his feet by his collar.

The man made a choking sound and face-to-face, looked at Migs with terror.

“Where the fuck is it?”

“Wh-Wh-Wh-?”

“The fucking map! Lost Mandalorian treasure? I need it, and if you don’t, Burg here will make sure you meet those fucking dead ass Mandalorians that hid it in the first place.”

Something must’ve gotten the man brave, because he said, “I thought Mandalorians were extinct, like you pirates are going to be.”

And as if signing his death wish, he spat on the floorboards near his feet.

Well, Migs wanted a nice clean run, but he had a reputation to uphold.

He threw the man back down to the floor and before he could get his arms out from under him, Migs pulled out his flintlock pistol and aimed it at him.

He was a second away from painting the floor with this asshole, when Xi’an ran out from under the deck, her brother trailing behind.

“Captain! It’s Mando!”

That made Migs whip his head up. “Mando? Here?”

She nodded. “We saw him climbing down. Port side, now!”

The four of them raced to the railing, watching as the small craft sped away, faster than any ship could hope to move. She flew familiar colors, the flag of someone who had sold Qin out in the first place.

Migs thought today couldn’t get any worse.

Then the flare went out, bright and brilliant even in the daytime sky. An Imperial flare, that would’ve had to have come from the captain’s quarters, that they wouldn’t have been able to spot in the chaos of the room, that was absolutely going to call every Imperial ship in a hundred miles radius.

Fuck.

Fucker didn’t even have the decency to flip them off as he sailed away.

-=-

Din keeps his eyes low to the ground, brim of his hat pulled low over his head, scarf pulled round his face as he weaves in the crowd. It’s Nevarro, so he knows he blends in with the rest of the criminals that inhabit the port town, but he finds himself more cautious these days.

Especially with the small cargo at his side.

It’s only when he takes a corner into a dark alley, down a set of stairs just off the tavern, into the gloom, does he look at the bag at his side.

As they passed a torch on the wall, the Child looked up at him and beamed, his pointy teeth just coming in, ears unfurling as he lifted the flap.

“You doing ok?”

The child babbled in reply.

“Good, we’ll be there soon.”

For what was basically an underground network for a bunch of criminals, it was surprisingly clean. There were puddles of brackish water that Din stepped around to avoid, along with passing others, but it wasn’t as piss-soaked as Nevarro was up top.

Hiding a whole community under a criminal network didn’t seem like the smartest idea at first, but the thing about criminals is they can either be paid off or disappeared with little problem. As he stepped around a pair of running children, he hoped there would be one day Mandalorians wouldn’t have to hide. He had no idea how that would happen, but no one had ever died on hope.

They finally arrived at their destination, a door on the far side of the hallway. He knocked on the door and opened it when he heard the familiar voice say, “Enter.”

She was already sitting at a table, a bottle of rum in front of her, a candle burning, doing its best to light up the space. Her hat was beside her, feathers drooping so they touched the brim. He made a mental note to pick up more on his next supply run.

He took off his hat as he shut the door behind him, keeping his bandana firmly in place.

“How was your trip?” the Quartermaster asked coolly, picking up the bottle to pour him a drink. It had been years since she had manned a ship, but the title still carries in their community.

He pulled out both the kid and treasure from the bag, setting the kid down on the ground to run around the space before sitting across from her.

“Successful.”

He spread out the map in front of the Quartermaster. He heard those fools talking about Mandalorian gold, and it wasn’t entirely true. It was a map to a compass that would reveal what the holder most desired, which for some might be Mandalorian pirate gold or power or love.

Or the location of the aquatic sorcerers the child needed.

The child wasn’t fully human. He needed to spend a lot of time in water in order to spend time on land, which meant a lot of time spent swimming alongside the Razor Crest. He could also shoot water up out of the ocean, a gift Din was well acquainted with, it being one of the child’s favorite games to play.

Since he had failed to fully deliver the child to the Empire, he had had privateers and other pirates on their tail for months. This map was their last hope to make sure the child got back with his people and then…

And then Din would go back to what he did best; providing for a people now scattered by his actions.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of the Quartermaster’s chair scraping back. She stood up, only to bow over again, her back parallel to the table. She moved her scarf to the side so her lips could ghost over the map as she spoke words of power into the paper.

She stood back up fully as the ink on the map shifted and moved. Waves rolled in place, sea serpents dipped in and out of the surface, all the while the path moved like an eel, slippery and changing, until everything at last was at rest and the ink seeped back into the page.

All three bowed their heads over the map. The starting point of the path was now the tiny cluster of islands of Nevarro and the end point was…

“Tatooine?” he asked out loud. “They’re basically land locked. What would a Mandalorian be doing there?”

Tatooine was a coastal stretch of land, surrounded by jagged rocks and ship-wrecks on one side and impassable mountains on the other, with desert in the valley.

She raised her head, scarf now back in place. “I suspect you’ll find out when you go there.”

He nodded and the child cooed. Din looked over at the child grabbing at the map, hands scratching at the lines like he could pick them back up.

“Come on, little one. We have a long journey ahead of us.”

-=-

Din sailed into Mos Pelgo, following the instructions Peli had given him.

“You have to arrive at low tide, that’s the only way you’ll see all the shit you have to get through. If you haven’t decided to turn tail and leave, you have to keep to the south. If you go north, you’re dead. Last I heard, there’s a pile of sticks they call a dock if you keep going south.”

The dock was a simple thing, as she’d said. Rotten wood, with just one post tall enough to hold the rope to the ship. Din was half tempted to jump straight into the water and swim to shore rather than test the strength of the wood, but resisted the urge with the Child in his bag.

He could see the town in the distance and set off on the beach, letting the Child out to stomp around on the beach.

The town was small, a couple of shacks on stilts for the stormy season. Few people were out, and those that were openly stared at the two of them. Din paid them no mind, one goal in his head.

He walked into the cantina, knowing if there ever was a way to learn about a town, it was going to their cantina first.

And not half a minute of talking with the Weequay bartender, the “Captain” walked in. The man wasn’t a Mandalorian, his face was bare, showing off white hair, sun-freckled pale skin, and a well-trimmed beard. His coat was sturdy, but patched to high heaven, with a bright red scarf around his neck. He wore the compass on his belt like he was flaunting it. It made Din’s blood boil. If Din were a younger man, he would’ve shot him right there for it.

But he tried talking. The compass should be in the hands of a Mandalorian. The Captain swore up and down he had gotten it fairly and therefore it should be his.

“I’ve given you an easy out already. Take it off,” Din said, “Or I will.”

“We gonna do this in front of the kid?”

“He’s seen worse.”

The Captain stood, fingers already itching for the flintlock on his hip, no doubt preloaded like Din’s were. They were interrupted by cries from outside. The Captain holds up a hand before smoothly exiting the cantina. Din follows, but stops in the doorframe to take it all in.

There were several broken fishing boats being led through the rocky shores, dragged onto the sands, people shouting, people carrying others. The Captain was in the middle of it all, shouting orders, trying to bring organization to the chaos.

In the distance, was the unmistakable view of a large tentacle slipping beneath the waves.

Din didn’t want to get in the way of this organized chaos, but then a twi’lek with scarred lekku was shoving bandages into his arms and gesturing over to a house across the way. Din wasn’t going to say no to that.

The house was quieter than outside, only pained whimpers and soft, hushed voices. A collection of wooden splinters already piled beside the bed as the doctor continued to take tweezers to one of the people who came in. Din placed the bandages by their side before stepping back, nearly colliding with the Captain.

He looked at the scene with a pensive expression. Immediately, Din could see that his care for his people went further than words. There was corded energy in those shoulders, anger that wanted to be released at the creature that did this to his people.

The Captain ushered him out of the room.

As they walked back to the cantina, the Captain said, “How about this; you help me with the kraken, I give you back your compass.”

“Deal.”                                                                                                          

-=-

The Captain led him past the edge of town to the cliff’s edge. On the journey he told his name was Cobb Vanth; Din held off on his own introduction.

“None of us are much for traveling,” Cobb said, “but the kraken planted itself right where we normally fish. Even when I send people to fish in a different spot, the damn thing follows after. We’ll be starved out sooner rather than later.”

They crested over the hill and the expanse of ocean fell before them. The kraken was visible from the cliffs, a dark mark under the waters, swimming languidly around the coast.

Din did a mental inventory of what he had on the Razor Crest; a handful of spears, a harpoon, some rope. Cobb had shown him the town’s stores before they left. It wasn’t going to be enough.

He stepped back from the ledge, back where Cobb is. “Is there a Tusken encampment nearby?”

Cobb raised an eyebrow. “The Tuskens? But they’re-”

“They know the coast and water better than anyone. We can’t kill it with just the two of us.”

“If they know the area then won’t they want to… I don’t know, not kill it?”

“Then, we’ll just have to ask.”

“Ask? You don’t ask a Tusken anything.”

He could, in fact, ask a Tusken for things. Din was thankful for the cloth in front of his face, masking most of his pride as he watched Cobb’s jaw drop as he asked the Tuskens for their help. It turned out, they did want help in defeating the kraken. Its sudden appearance had also affected their fishing.

They had to travel further to where the kraken had made his home. Din stayed in the back with Cobb, where he seemed more comfortable.

Cobb also apparently liked to talk when he’s nervous.

“So, you spend your days on the ocean? All the time?”

“Mhm. Do you spend all your days on land?”

“Mostly. I used to be on a ship, but not like you. I was a galley slave on an Imperial ship, but before then I had dreams of being as free as you, traveling the waters on a boat with a crew of my own.” His face fell. “Haven’t thought about that dream… for a while.”

To have something that should have meant freedom be taken away from you, Din couldn’t imagine.

“But you escaped?”

“Kriff, yes. Raised a mutiny, sunk those fuckers to the bottom of the sea. I found the compass in the captain’s drawers and it pointed us here. Few more people joined, some left, but it’s as home as we can get.”

Din could only nod. He found himself surprised with the thought that he was glad that Cobb got the compass. He had no idea what the Empire was doing with a Mandalorian artifact, but it was definitely put to better use finding people a home.

They made camp up in the dunes. Din had to waste a bullet, firing into the air to disrupt the startings of a fight between Cobb and the Tuskens. Planning was slightly easier after that.

He took off his coat, bundling it up into a nest for the child to sit in. He rolled up his sleeves to free up his arms as he continued translating. He noticed Cobb looking at the tattoos that traveled up his arms. He doesn’t comment on it.

-=-

Small boats littered the coastline the next day. The plan was for people from both the Tusken band and Mos Pelgo would distract the kraken long enough for a boat of explosives to be set up and ignited close enough to kill it but not the people.

It doesn’t go great.

There were enough boats in the water to pick up people who capsized in the wake of the monster’s waves, the thing lashing out as folks took pot shots with pistols and arrows. They managed to set the boat laden with explosives off in its direction, but when the time came to ignite, the explosion happened, but it just managed to scratch the beast.

Din reached for the harpoons he brought as backup. He and Cobb try firing at the kraken, but they skim off its skin.

The Tuskens were still firing their weapons at the creature. Mos Pelgans took turns firing guns and reloading in turn. All it did was keep the creature at bay, which wouldn’t last long at all. He needed to think of something to kill the creature or everyone here would die.

He furtively scanned around the deck for something, anything. His gaze landed on the extra explosives they had kept on hand. The monster’s skin was too thick for the explosions to take but elsewhere…

Din doesn’t think, he just moves. He grabbed as many sticks of dynamite as he could, stuffing them in the pockets of his coat. There was a coil of rope tied off to the railing, which he took and wrapped around his waist. Even after years of living on ships, his hands shook as he tried to tie it. Suddenly, Cobb was in front of him, taking the rope from his hands and tying it tight around his midsection.

He pulled it hard, once, twice, and it wasn’t going anywhere.

“What are you gonna do?” Cobb asked.

“I’m not sure,” Din said, pulling the rope tighter around his waist.

“Then what should I do?”

Din looked at him, really looked at this man who was willing to do so much for his community in light of so much hardship in his own life. He looked back at the dark shape in the water racing for their boats

He took off his hat and tossed it at Cobb. “Take care of the Child.”

And before Cobb could do anything beyond catch the hat, Din leaped off the side of the ship. He couldn’t tell if Cobb shouted anything after him as the kraken burst from the water. He forced himself to keep his eyes open as he fell straight into the kraken’s maw.

-=-

It was nothing but darkness inside the beast. Even with the scarf over his nose, the scent of salt water and death was everywhere. He dug himself in the mouth of the beast, boots scraping against bony protuberances in the things throat. He emptied his pockets as fast as he could while holding on for dear life as the monster bucked and screamed.

He hoped the kraken was out of range of the boat.

When he was left with one explosive left, he fished around in his pockets for his matchbook. He struck the match and lit the explosive before chucking it down with all the others like it.

He turned and clawed at the kraken’s beak, heart pounding in his chest. If he doesn’t get out of here before the explosion goes off-

Suddenly, a roaring filled his ears and a mass of hot air flung him out of the monster. His scarf twists around his head and he can’t see anything as he flails. He landed hard in the water and then it was silent as the dark water pulled him down.

He wasn’t sure how long he drifted. The shock of cold water and the heaviness of his coat made movement impossible.

He didn’t regret asking Cobb to take care of the child, he’d be in good hands.

Something wrapped around his waist and pulled. Din tried to resist, not sure if he was being dragged toward air or to his death, but his arms were useless, heavy and leaden. He had no strength and so he let it happen.

And then they broke through the surface of the water, a cool wind icing his skin instantly. He took a shuddering breath and nearly choked on water and his sopping wet scarf. Hands came up and pulled the scarf off his face. He coughed, chest shuddering with each intake of breath. He realized he’s being held, arms around his waist, and it isn’t until he can take a full breath did he finally bother to wipe salt water from his eyes and look at who was holding him.

It was Cobb. His hat and coat were off, red shirt darkened to maroon with all the water. He was searching his face for… something.

Din took a breath, resisting the urge to cough again. “I thought I said- you need to take care of the kid!”

“I am!” Cobb said, holding his head up to avoid a passing wave. “By making sure his daddy lives!”

Cobb maneuvers his arms so he’s gripping a floating piece of rowboat. It’s thankfully big enough that when Din leans his whole weight on it, he doesn’t sink back into the ocean.

“Everyone okay?”

Cobb gave him a look that Din thinks means he’s stupid. “Yes, thanks to you, partner.”

They only have to tread water for a couple of minutes before a rowboat headed by the twi’lek Issa-Or arrives. Cobb makes sure Din is pulled aboard before climbing in himself.

-=-

They stayed the night. Din isn’t in any position to argue with Cobb’s hospitality. He didn’t think he’d be able to turn the wheel on the Razor Crest let alone sail it out of harbor.

Cobb opened his house to them. It was a small abode, raised off the ground like the others. Its small size made it even more obvious the telescope and sextant were on display on the only table in the main room.

Din wanted to pass out then and there, but Cobb firmly set him in one of the wooden chairs before disappearing behind the one door in the house. He returned with a roll of bandages and water. He thought it was to drink, until Cobb started peeling back the wet layers of Din’s clothes to reveal burns and scratches he hadn’t even felt. Cobb dips a rag into the freshwater, rinsing out the salt and detritus from the wounds.

He worked in silence, both too exhausted from the day to say much. They could hear the sounds of the party outside, Tusken and Mos Pelgan alike celebrating the death of the beast.

A drunken group walked past and the two of them can hear the butchered shanty they sing. They glanced to the window then to each other, sharing hidden smiles.

All patched up, Cobb gave him the bed and set something up for the child. Din knew he should be aware of his host, should know where his host himself is sleeping the night, but he couldn’t bring himself to care with exhaustion tugging him into the bed.

Voices from the other room kept him up,  cracking one eye open to focus on the now familiar drawl.

“You know, in the past few days, whenever I looked at the compass for a sign of how to kill the kraken, it always pointed out to sea. I didn’t know what that meant, if I had to go sailing for a kraken expert or find a sunken treasure that would kill the kraken. I don’t know, I was getting desperate. But now… I’m thinking it might’ve been pointing to your dad.”

He heard the child’s burbles of delight and finally, finally, he slid into unconsciousness.

-=-

Din woke up to the sun shining in his eyes, light reflecting off the compass placed on the pillow that wasn’t there last night. Any lingering drowsiness left him when he realized what it is.

The Mandalorian compass.

He grabbed it and opened it up, thinking about Grogu and the teacher he needed. The arrow spun around, until stopping, hovering at a point out back toward the ocean.

A heading. He had a heading.

He fell back into the bed, just staring at the compass. It was embedded in a box made of dark wood, carvings all around the edges, Mando’a script, if he had to guess. It’s incomprehensible, chipped to the point of  being illegible.  

Something in the bed crinkled as he shifted. He turned and searched for the source and founda scrap of paper. It took a moment for him to parse, but it was just Cobb letting him know he had business to attend to and he would be back when Din left.

Right... they had to leave this town to continue their quest.

He reminded himself of that as he went out to find the child. The house sounded suspiciously quiet for all the mischief the child got into.

-=-

They got their affairs in order quicker than expected. Some people had spent the night alongside the Tuskens preparing the kraken meat to distribute to the rest of the town – and Din, apparently.

It seemed like the whole town had come out to see them off. They apparently had held off giving their thanks until they knew he was conscious. Din looked over the grateful townspeople’s heads to see Issa talking intently with Cobb. When Cobb glanced over his way, he ducked his head back down.

Normally he would sneak out of this kind of attention, but the kid was eating it up, beaming like he was the one who took down the beast, so Din went down the line, nodding respectfully at every given comment.

By the time he got to the end of the line, he was already ready to take a nap, but he raised a hand to bid them all good-bye and turned to walk out of town.

“Mando!”

Din turned around to see Cobb running after him, heel kicking up sand.

He stops in front of him. “Do you- do you need help on your quest?”

“Are you offering? Thought you had a town to look after.”

He scratched the back of his neck. “Well, the kraken was our biggest threat, and with the peace brokered with the Tuskens, there’s not much for me here.”

Din tried to tamp down his excitement, not believing what he was hearing. “You still have your sea legs?”

“Long as you don’t lock me up below deck, I should get them just fine.”

“I’d never,” he said quickly. 

Cobb smiled. “Well then, permission to come aboard?”

Din hoped Cobb could tell he was smiling behind the bandana. “Granted.”

-=-

As they sailed out of port, Din kept glancing at Cobb, who was fidgeting up a storm. He kept tapping his fingers against the railing, glancing out at the disappearing coastline.

Finally, after even the Child was tapping on his pant leg to point out Cobb’s unease for him, he hatched a plan. He affixed the wheel so it wouldn’t turn on its own. Then he went about setting the sails and ropes for the same task, keeping them on course while Din took care of Cobb.

“We can still head back if you want to,” he said as he approached the other man.

Cobb turned over his shoulder. “No, I’m not having second thoughts. I’ve… My friends know I’m not exactly made for land.”

“Oh?”

Cobb flipped his scarf up to wipe at his head. “Before we made landfall at Mos Pelgo, we took out a few Imperial ports. Small things that we only noticed because of the ships with galley slaves, but… I ain’t felt that alive in a while.”

Din fished the compass out from his pocket, flicking it open. The arrow spun lazily, pointing back to Cobb for a second before spinning around in the direction they were sailing, the same direction it had pointed when he thought about what Grogu needed.

He snapped it shut, coming up to stand beside Cobb.

“I’m sure we’ll run into something along the way. Here, I’ve got something to show you.”

Cobb raised an eyebrow. “Alright, I’ll bite. What is it?”

Din bit his lip, glad for the bandana. “Do you trust me?”

Cobb chuckled. “I would have to be an idiot to sail out to who knows where with a man I didn’t trust.”

Din nodded. “Then let it be a surprise.”

Cobb acquiesced, letting himself be led to the middle of the deck. When they were under the main mast, Din grabbed the main line in one hand, pulling Cobb close with the other. He ignored how his cheeks flushed with the sudden closeness.

“Hold on tight,” he said.

“Wha-?” That’s all Cobb got out before Din flicked the switch with his foot and the two of them went rocketing up toward the crow’s nest. Cobb’s arms circled around him like a vice, his shouts lost in the wind.

Din made sure Cobb got in the basket before he did, especially when he realized his eyes were shut.

“Cobb, open your eyes.”

Cobb cracked one eye open and then both flew open as he realized what he was seeing. Glittering blue ocean, as far as the eye could see. There were two dots in the far distance, ships of some sort.

There was no better way to experience the vastness of it all, than looking at it from above.

He glanced at Cobb and saw his eyes tearing up a bit.

He doesn’t say anything for a long moment, letting Cobb take it all in. This was what being on the ocean was supposed to mean, freedom and possibility, beauty and wonder. Din didn’t expect to do much in laying a balm over Cobb’s past, but he hoped he could communicate with this view that he wanted to help when he could.

Cobb turned to face him and Din knew he understood.

“Thank you, Mando.”

“Din, my name is Din Djarin.”

“Then thank you, Din.” And to his surprise, he leaned over and kissed him just above where the scarf covered his face.

Neither of them acknowledged it, except for an exchange of eye contact. Neither could contain the mirth in the crinkles of their eyes.

“We should start plotting a course, shouldn’t we, Captain?” Cobb asked.

“Yes, Captain.”

#dincobbweek2021 #dincobb #marshmando #cobbdin #dincobbweek #pirate aus my beloved #cant get enough of them #so many times i was like 'oh shit that translates so well into pirate au!!!' #it was just a joy to write #as you can probably tell by how fucking long it is #esp compared to the other fics of sensible lengths for this week #kappa talks #my fanfic

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first move; Levi

- warnings: fluff, cursing 

- modern au, Levi Ackerman x y/n 

- 2.1 k words 

- how to make the first move - 

“Behave, y/n. I don‘t want our family dishonoured because of you”. You internally rolled with your eyes, while a small smile is plastered on your face. It was the plainest task to do. Just smile, even if you want your lovely mother to shut up. Your parents and you were in the car on the way to some exclusive banquet, where the most influential people of the high society meet. Unfortunately, your family was a part of this, and you wished it wouldn’t be like this. Wealth is a disease, crippling through the minds of humans with a rising superior complex. They don’t need the amount of money; 

They just want to show it off, savouring the gazes and the whispers behind their back. It disgusts you. You’re looking out of the window, your mind was absent, flooding in some fantasy worlds you loved to read secretly, because your parents don’t want you wasting your time. Sometimes your mind drifts to a face you wanted to displace so bad. Your mind doesn’t let you, reminding you of him and it makes you sad. You wish you could talk to him, but you weren’t brave enough to do so.

The delicate dress you’re wearing sits tight on you, restricting your ability to breath properly, but who cares? As long as you look lovely. In your worlds, you hear your parents argue. Couldn’t they have done it before you were stuck with them? They’re shouting at each other the whole time, calling themselves names. Did they really love each other once? You saw for a moment the pure coldness in your father’s eyes and the hatred in your mother’s ones. 

You couldn’t believe they did love each other once. Quickly you looked away, instead watch how the sky is turning grey. It looks like rain is coming soon and you love it. The rain was always there, tapping on your windows, when you thought the whole world crumbles around you. Rain was your comforting friend.

“Ugh, it starts to rain. Make sure they have umbrellas.”, your mother spats at your father. He only nods. They seem to calm down, but the atmosphere stays uncomfortable. You sigh, but it goes gladly unheard. It felt like an eternity, but you’re finally there at the monstrous hotel, where the banquet is held. You already hear reporter, flashlights from cameras and so many people shouting. Your mind is already on the brink. The demanding look of your mother wasn’t helping at all and you pinch your dress, to calm yourself down, because your hands are trembling. Your father is the first and he gets out with such a fake smile, your mother follows him and then it was your time.

Instantly the flashlights dazzle your eyes, anxiety creeping inside of you. Your mind goes black, while your mother takes your arm, guiding you into the building. You force a smile to the reporter around you, until it’s plastered on your lips. “y/n.”. Your mother whispers at you. Before she could scold you, a familiar face appears on your sight. “Hello Mr. and Mrs. l/n. I am glad to see you.”. Abruptly your mother’s focus was on him and you internally thanked him. Erwin Smith, your best friend is captured in a hug from your father and your mother clinging to him. You felt sorry for him.

 “Erwin, I’m relieved to see you here.”, your father spoke to him with such fondness. When was the last time he spoke to you like that? “Mrs. l/n you look as beautiful as ever.”, Erwin says with a smile to your mother and you see her blushing. Disgusting. “Oh, Erwin darling, you’re flattering me.”, she replies. “You don’t mind that I take y/n with me?”, he asks gently. “Take her, we need to discuss business, anyway.”.

They didn’t even look at you, walking away to discuss some oh-so-important-business. They meant robbing the money out of people, milking them for their own benefit. “y/n, you look alluring tonight.”, he whispers in your ear and you want to punch him. “Thanks for the rescue, Erwin.”. He only waves. “I saw the look in your eyes, so it was the duty of a gentleman to rescue the princess.” A low chuckle escapes his lips and you really want to punch him. He was always so slick.

His hand is on your waist, softly guiding you. Here and there were important people and you smiled at them, talked about the weather, getting compliments. Always the same routine, but it was always too much for your mind. “By the way...”, he starts, and you look at him, while he passes you a glass full of prickling champagne. “he’s here too, so please don’t exaggerate.”.

You knew exactly who Erwin is referring to. His fingers quickly brush over your hands, a sign that he’s here. Your heart beats like crazy. You couldn’t face him. Not him, after you did-

“Does he hate me?”, you whisper, and he laughs. “After you drunkenly told him you would totally suck his dick, ugly cried and then threw up on him…I don’t know y/n.”. He was clearly joking but it hurts. “Fuck you.”. He chuckles again and you cringe so much because of the flashbacks of this one night. You never wanted to step out of your room again. Never. Erwin pats your head, grazing his fingertips over the lost strands of your hair, while you chunk down the champagne.

“Levi is on the other side of the room and he looks at me, like he wants to chop me alive.”

“What?”, you screech, not knowing how to act. “Why?”, was the next thing that escapes your lips. You don’t dare to look in the direction Erwin told you. His clear eyes lay on you, hovering over you, because he’s so huge. “Because he’s jealous.”, the blond man simply states, leaving you confused as ever.

You couldn’t reply, because you saw Levi making his way to the both of you and you want to run, quickly. In a matter of seconds, you’re heading in a random direction, not knowing where the hell you’re going. It was clear that many eyes followed you, but it doesn’t matter right now. You want to escape.

“fucking wait, brat.”, he called with his low voice and it sends shivers down your spine. The body of yours works on your own, running as your life depends on it, but unfortunately, you were too slow. His hand captures your wrist, while you’re climbing up the stairs. You nearly lost your balance.

A curse leaves your lips. “Where do you think you’re going?”, he spats while drag you downstairs. A fucking hell. “Let go, the people are looking.”, you breath, clearly feeling uncomfortable. “Fuck them, you wanted to run away like child.”, he replies.

You don’t say anything, looking anywhere but at him. The raven-haired man scoffs. “The last time you weren’t so shy at all and now you’re ignoring me and flirting with Erwin. I’m too old for plays.”, he coldly states, letting go of your wrist. Your mouth works faster than your brain. “I don’t fucking flirt with him you asshead.”, you return, clearly offended. “What?”, he slowly asks, and it feels threatening.

“you idiots, this is an important banquet, and everyone is here. Don’t make a damn scene.”. Erwin was now on your side, speaking quietly, because the people behind you started to whisper. You’re looking at the crowd, seeing your parents faces, which weren’t really pleased. Fuck. Levi scoffs. It never matters to him what others say. His reputation as a misfit in the high society fits him well. He doesn’t give a shit.

But sadly, you give a shit. “...About the shares Erwin, how could I invest in- “, you don’t know what you’re saying, but Erwin does. Your voice feels so strange, but you can’t stop. You need to hold on to the reputation your parents want so badly. He catches your back, replies to you in a different language, you think. Levi is quiet now, and you feel his eyes bore into you and it makes you tremble. He judges you.

You both were loud enough to be heard. The crowd of people disappears. They wanted a scandal, but you don’t give them one. You don’t need to feed these beasts. After a few minutes you sigh. “Thanks Erwin.”, you say to your best friend, who just smiles. “Tch.”, escapes from the lips of the raven-haired man and it makes your heart ache. He was about to turn around, but you call his name.  

He doesn’t react. “please.”, you whisper but he goes away. You set a step, but Erwin holds you, forming a silent ‘no’ with his lips. Levi’s head turns around. “chose y/n. Do you want to be a brainless princess, pampered in money or do you take your own path?”, he asks you and you nearly break down. The words hurt, because he was right. You freeze on spot and Erwin stands beside you, helplessly like you. He goes away.

It seems so fucking easy for him, but that wasn’t easy. You have no position to choose and yet he looks down on you. Anger gathers in you. You want to shout at him, you want to punch him and a small part in you wants to kiss the fuck out of him, sadly.

It was a matter of seconds that you decide what to do. You ran after him. After minutes of standing in the hallway, you ran, hoping to find the black-haired man. Nothing matters at this moment; you don’t even see Erwin’s soft smile. He’s proud of you, because you’re doing something on your own. You chose for yourself. You ran as your life depends on it. Your dress makes it hard to breathe and you were panting, but you ran, ignoring everything around you.

“Levi!”, you shout the moment you see the black hair before you on the street. He stops and the look on his face was priceless. The man was actually surprised to see you. His grey eyes are wide, looking at you, while you need to catch your breath. “y/n?”, he asks, unsure if this is really you. You realize it rains. Your neatly prepared hair is now ruined, sticks to your face, but it doesn’t matter. “You fucker.”, you spat at him. “You are jealous of fucking what?”, you shout again and Levi blinks.

He doesn’t know how to act. Your behaviour is new, and it takes some seconds for him. His ears turn red. “I wasn’t jealous.”, he replies weakly and he knows that. He’s just confused. His wet hair sticks to his face, while his beautiful eyes lay on you.

“Oh, come on!”, you laugh at him, your heart might burst. You are so brave; it also surprises you. “I know you like me, don’t act like you don’t.”. Your hand finds his well-defined chest and you push him. He takes your arm, holding you in place. “stop acting up, brat.”, he says, after his brain proceeded the situation, but you can’t have his shit anymore.

“fucking make me.”, you return.

Lips crash on lips with such force. Your breath stuck in your throat, while you don’t miss a second to move your hungry lips against his soft, intoxicated ones. You always wanted to kiss him, feeling them on your skin. It’s a hungry kiss. You both fight for dominance.

Levi holds your neck, not wanting to let go. It was hot. The rain mixes with your saliva, making it addicting. You want to drown into the feeling of his soft lips. It feels like magic, an unknown connection between you two. Levi sighs in satisfaction between some soft kisses and finally he pulls away, his face only millimetres away. You were both breathless, standing in the middle of the street and soaking wet. It doesn’t matter.

You smile and he returns it. “I guess you chose.”, he says, absorbing your eyes. “It was time.”, you brush your nose against his and then plaster a kiss on the tip. “I don’t want to know how long I had to wait, till you made the first move.”, you jokingly say but he wasn’t having it. “you mean shouting that you wanted to suck my cock and them throw up is a first move?”, he teased, and you punched him.

“Fuck you, Levi.”.

“I like you too, y/n.”, he returns and captures your lips again.

#levi aot #levi ackerman #levi fluff #levi x reader #levi x y/n #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #levi #fanfiction

[cardest]

Sweden playlist

Goodness! The Swedish Chef is deliriously pleased with this Sweden playlist. Det här är otroligt! It’s not far off 350 songs. Can we get there? I think so. (I tried to get songs by Retaliation and 10,000 years, but maybe later when someone puts up those songs on Youtube). This is epic!

What songs and bands have I overlooked for this? I bet there’s plenty. Sweden is just oozing with so much talent and so many great bands. Listen to the playlist here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC1-HqTl9SJKkER2dKbR2NWkE Add your songs and suggestions. Tack! SWEDEN

001 The Muppet Show - Swedish Chef goes bezerk in the kitchen 002 Grand Magus -  Fear Is The Key 003 In Flames -  Pinball Map 004 Entombed - Like This With The Devil 005 Soilwork - Figure Number Five 006 The Divine Comedy - Sweden 007 Bathory - Reaper 008 ABBA - Take a Chance On Me 009 Therion - Gothic Kabbalah 010 Moloko - Indigo 011 Katatonia - I Break 012 Opeth - The Baying Of The Hounds 013 Sabaton -  Carolus Rex 014 Europe - Scream Of Anger 015 Jean-Louis Aubert - Stockholm 016 Blues Pills -  Jupiter 017 Amon Amarth  - The Pursuit of Vikings 018 Triakel - Alla Gossar (Swedish folk music ) 019 Arcana - As the End Draws Near 020 Kenta  Guldkorn  - Stockholm 021 Tiamat - Whatever That Hurts   022 AVATARIUM - The Starless Sleep 023 Spiritual Beggars  -  Star Born 024 Dismember - Dreaming In Red 025 Lasse Berghagen - Pomperipossa 026 In Solitude - Sister 027 Sahg III - Baptism of Fire 028 Ebba Grön - Mona Tumbas Slim Club 029 Nightingale -  The Dreamreader 030 Roxette - Dressed For Success 031 Ghost - Rats 032 Yngwie J. Malmsteen – Far Beyond The Sun 033 Candlemass - Crystal Ball 034 Bathory - Under The Runes 035 Orup - Stockholm 036 Katla - Embryo 037 Pugh Rogefeldt - hog farm 038 Trees of Eternity - Gallows Bird (feat. Nick Holmes) 039 Paatos - Shame 040 THE STRANGLERS  - SWEDEN 041 Katatonia - Brave   042 Brighter Death Now - No Salvation 043 Nationalteatern - Livet är en fest 044 Meshuggah -  Bleed 045 Sir Douglas Quintet  - Meet Me In Stockholm   046 Ulf Lundell - Stockholm City 047 In Mourning - Fire & Ocean 048 Dark Tranquillity - The Science Of Noise 049 Blue Swede - Hooked On a Feeling 050 Clawfinger - The Truth 051 John Coltrane - Dear Old Stockholm 052 The Hellacopters - In The Sign Of The Octopus 053 Hypocrisy -  a coming race 054 Carola - Mig Var Du Står 055 Bloodbath - Let The Stillborn Come To Me 056 Vapnet - Stockholm sett snett uppifran 057 Mercy - Im Your Pervert Priest 058 The Spotnicks - Hava Nagila 059 Vanhelgd - Allt Hopp ar Fobi 060 Mammoth Storm - Fornjot 061 Vomitory - redemption 062 Entrails - No Cross Left Unturned 063 Virna Lindt - Attention Stockholm 064 Night - Fire Across the Sky 065 Dungen dar -  Har du vart i Stockholm 066 The Hives - Hate To Say I Told You So 067 Sabaton - Gott Mit Uns 068 Svante Thuresson Och Totta Näslund - Stockholm Sweetnin' 069 Lake of Tears -  To Blossom Blue 070 Scott Walker - The Seventh Seal 071 Garmarna - Vänner och fränder   072 Stockholms Negrer - Det förlovade landet 073 Thåström - Ballad om en gammal knarkare 074 The Haunted - Godpuppet 075 Ordo Equilibrio - The First Harvest 076 Therion -  The Dreams Of Swedenborg 077 VINTERSORG - Fjällets mäktiga mur   078 Aeon - Aeons Black 079 Arckanum - Trulmælder 080 Edge of Sanity - Enigma   081 Scar Symmetry - The Illusionist 082 Tribulation -  Melancholia 083 Witchcraft - It's Not Because Of You 084 At The Gates - At The Gates 085 Unleashed - The One Insane 086 Candlemass - ancient dreams 087 Hasse Andersson - Guld och grona skogar   088 Crucified Barbara -  Electric Sky 089 Evergrey -  The Grand Collapse 090 Lord Belial - Bleed on the Cross 091 Hedningarna - Räven 092 Dismember - Pieces (with intro) 093 Entombed  - Sinners Bleed 094 MUSE - Stockholm Syndrome 095 Bathory - Valhalla 096 Gösta Berlings Saga - The Shortcomings Of Efficiency 097 Tiamat - The Ar 098 Oz - Turn the cross upside down 099 Grand Magus - I Am The North 100 Soilwork -  Light The Torch 101 Spiritual Beggars - Fools Gold 102 Stuck In Motion - Moon 103 Cult of Luna - Receiver 104 Arcana - A Cage 105 Memento Mori - The Seeds of Hatred 106 Wolfbrigade - Barren Dreams 107 Dr Zeke - Jag Ska Aldrig Dö 108 Yngwie Malmsteen - gimme gimme gimme (your lust after midnight) 109 Arch Enemy - Pilgrim 110 Torch - Watcher Of The Night 111 Magic - Vi drar på disco 112 Refused -  Elektra 113 Grave - Into The Grave 114 Lädernunnan - Ensam I Natt 115 The Orchard Enterprises - Fear Might Harm Self 116 Suma - Swordlord 117 Kulning - Ancient Swedish herdingcall 118 Bob Hund - Ska du hanga med Na 119 Dark Funeral - As One We Shall Conquer 120 Disfear - Get it off   121 Ghost -  From The Pinnacle To The Pit 122 Morbus Chron - Chains 123 Heavy Load - Traveller 124 Therion - Tuna 1613 125 Entombed -  Left Hand Path 126 Hearse - Mountain of the Solar Eclipse 127 Monolord - The Last Leaf 128 Night Viper - The Wolverine 129 Agrimonia - A World Unseen 130 Jonathan Hultén - Nightly sun 131 Diabolical Masquerade - Blackheim's Quest To Bring Back The Stolen Autumn 132 Army Of Lovers - Crucified 133 Dissection - Where Dead Angels Lie   134 Noctum _Liberty in Death 135 Europe - Open Your Heart 136 Darkane  - Secondary Effects 137 Candlemass - Codex Gigas 138 Bathory - Enter Your Mountain 139 ABBA - Ring Ring (Bara du slog en signal) Swedish Version 140 Watain - Malfeitor 141 Louise Lemón - Devil 142 Cult Of Luna - Vague Illusions 143 Diablo Swing Orchestra -  Black Box Messiah 144 Opeth - Nectar 145 Hills - Milarepa 146 Ceremonial Oath - The Book Of Truth 147 Dark Tranquillity - Silence And the Firmament Withdrew 148 Göteborg Sound - Björn Borg 149 In Flames -  Reflect The Storm 150 MESHUGGAH - Demiurge   151 Expiremental Pop Band - Gothenburg 152 Millencolin - polar bears 153 Hedningarna - Pornopolka 154 Ratata - Ogon Av Is Liv Utan Spanning   155 OBSCURITY - Roses With Thorns 156 Nifelheim - Sodomizer 157 Soilwork - One With The Flies 158 Gardenian - Netherworld 159 Cemetary - Sundown 160 Månegarm - Hemfärd 161 Garmarna - Herr Mannelig 162 YE BANISHED PRIVATEERS - First Night Back In Port   163 VINTERSORG - Svältvinter 164 SNOWY SHAW - Nachtgeist 165 Moloken - The Titan Above Us 166 BEWITCHED - HARD AS STEEL (HOT AS HELL) 167 The Night Flight Orchestra - Green Hills Of Glumslov 168 Vanhelgd - Gravens Lovsång 169 Marduk - Christraping Black Metal 170 Garbochock - Streberbarn 171 Negative Self - Back On Track 172 Nightingale - Sleep 173 Iggy Pop - Five Foot One 174 Owe Thörnqvist - Varm korv boogie 175 Candlemass - Elephant Star 176 Tiamat - Cold Seed 177 Dismember - Shadowlands 178 Hypocrisy - Penetralia 179 Therion - Melez 180 Yngwie Malmsteen - You Dont Remember Ill Never Forget 181 Woven Hand -  Swedish Purse 182 Roxette - Joyride 183 Wolf -  Skeleton Woman 184 Europe - Seven doors hotel 185 ABBA - Me Knowing Knowing Youse   186 Opeth - Ghost Of Perdition 187 Katatonia - I Am Nothing 188 Sabaton - Uprising 189 Bathory - Total destruction 190 Cult Of Luna - Owlwood 191 Cortex - Warrior Night 192 Trettioåriga Kriget - Krigssång 193 Lee Hazlewood A House Safe for Tigers 194 Dead Sleep - Back to black 195 Greenleaf  - Tides 196 The Crimson Shadows - When I'm Going Away 197 The Night Flight Orchestra - Transmissions 198 Anekdoten - Nucleus 199 Enhet För Fri Musik - Det Finns Ett Hjärta 200 In Flames - Jotun 201 Dungen - Ta det lugnt 202 Ghost - Ritual 203 Witchery - A Paler Shade of Death 204 Landberk - Tell 205 At The Gates - Blinded By Fear   206 Anna von Hausswolff - Epitaph of Theodor 207 Uran - Mr Piggy 208 Runemagick  Remnants of the Old 209 SKÁLD - Flúga 210 Sacramentum - Far Away from the Sun 211 Dawn - Malediction Murder 212 Nifelheim - No more life 213 Craft - The Cosmic Sphere Falls 214 Solitude Aeturnus -  Waiting for the Light 215 ARCH ENEMY - War Eternal 216 Nasum - Worldcraft 217 Insision - No Belief 218 The Oath - silk road 219 Shining - Förtvivlan Min Arvedel 220 Burst - I Exterminate The I 221 Bloodbound - Stormborn 222 Puissance - Love Incinerate 223 Electric Boys - All Lips 'n Hips 224 Exgenisis - Embers 225 Don Cherry - GamlaStan - The Old Town By Night 226 Raison D'etre -  Sub Specie Aeternitatis 227 Bloodbath  - Weak aside 228 Therion -  Opus Eclipse 229 Cult of Luna - I: The Weapon 230 Marduk - The Sun Turns Black as Night 231 Ragnar Grippe - Symphonic Songs: Part 1 232 Unanimated - From a Throne Below 233 Entombed - Hollowman 234 Grande Royale - Royale 235 PAGANIZER  - Soulless Feeding Machine 236 Bathory - Woman of Dark Desires 237 Paranorm - Critical Mass 238 Refused - The Deadly Rhythm 239 Golgata - Med din kyss kom mörkret 240 Ett Dödens Maskineri – ‘Låsta dörrar 241 MÖRK GRYNING - Fältherren   242 Daughter Chaos - The space born 243 BLUES PILLS - Rhythm In The Blood 244 LUCIFER - Ghosts 245 November - Mount Everest 246 Dissection - Night's Blood 247 Tøronto - Lights Out At Bedlam 248 ICE AGE - Breaking The Ice 249 Sweven - By Virtue of a Promise 250 Ghost-  Year Zero 251 TRIBULATION - Strange Gateways Beckon 252 Drain S.T.H. - Crack the Liar´s Smile 253 Horisont - Odyssey 254 Witchcraft - Snake 255 Kirstie Sarboe - Ein Student Aus Uppsala 256 Sodomisery - Reapers Key 257 Opeth - Under The Weeping Moon 258 Olle Adolphson - Gustav Lindströms visa 259 Therion - The Wild Hunt 260 Bloodbath - Bloodicide 261 Bathory - The Golden Walls of Heaven 262 Soilwork - Follow the Hollow 263 Magnus Härenstam - Huddinge, Tullinge, Tumba 264 OBSTRUKTION - Hopeless Path 265 Amon Amarth - The Way Of Vikings 266 Anguish - When the Ancients Dare to Walk 267 Palme sköt först - Spiders 268 Totalitär - Allt Är Inom Dig 269 Vassago - Sign of Vassago 270 Larma - Elitens Eskapism 271 ENSNARED - Anti-Prophet 272 Third Storm - Forgotten Deity 273 Chronic Decay - Ecstasy In Pain 274 Transport League - Man Sized Drain 275 Nasum - mass hypnosis 276 Inevitable End - Memento 277 Candlemass - Dancing in the Temple (Of the Mad Queen Bee) 278 Gadget - Remote 279 Sayyadina - Nothing 280 Coldworker - The Contaminated Void 281 Katatonia - Teargas 282 In Flames - Dead God in Me 283 Trial - Motherless 284 Watain - Satan's Hunger 285 Bewitched - Rise Of The Antichrist 286 Shining - Jag Är Din Fiende 287 In Solitude - Witches Sabbath 288 Comecon - The House That Man Built 289 Marduk - The Black Tormentor of Satan 290 Lifelover - M/s salmonella 291 Naglfar - Enslave the Astral Fortress 292 Sacrilege - Sweet Moment of Triumph   293 Spiritual Beggars - Monster Astronauts 294 Massgrav - Det Här Är Stockholm 295 IRON LAMB - Backstabbers 296 The Hives - Tick Tick Boom 297 Candlemass - Dark Reflections 298 Megatomb - Forbidden Altar 299 Entrails - Condemned to the Grave 300 Katatonia - Gateways of Bereavement 301 Träd, Gräs och Stenar - Sanningens Silverflod (Djungelns Lag) 302 Hammerfall - Let the Hammer Fall 303 Obnoxious Youth - Mouths Sewn Shut 304 GRAND MAGUS - Wolf God 305 Dark Funeral - Unchain my soul 306 Entombed - Say it in slugs 307 Amon Amarth - Runes to My Memory 308 Ghost - Absolution 309 Hypocrisy  - Dominion 310 Edge of Sanity - Darkday 311 Orbit Culture - North Star of Nija 312 Cemetary - Caress the Damned 313 DOZER - Through The Eyes Of Heathens 314 Grave - Now and Forever 315 ARCH ENEMY - Bury Me An Angel 316 Skraeckoedlan - Universam 317 Cult of Luna - I remember 318 Doris  Svensson - Did You Give The World Some Love Today, Baby 319 Svard - A Rift in the Green 320 Evergrey - Monday Morning Apocalypse 321 Lightbringer - Lightbringer in Sweden 322 Bastard Priest - ghouls of the endless night 323 Westkust - Cotton Skies 324 Maggot Heart - sex breath 325 Abruptum - De Profundis Mors Vas Consumet 325 Raised Fist - Flow 326 Makthaverskan - Antabus 327 Eternal of Sweden - Heaven's gate 328 Wolfbrigade - Fire Untamed 329 Fyfan - Intrangd Och Instangd 330 Opeth - Svekets prins 331 Martyrdöd - Hexhammeren 332 The Haunted - Liquid Burns 333 Dismember - Override of the Overture 444 Bathory - Under the Runes 666 Dark tranquillity - A Bolt of Blazing Gold

Play the songs here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC1-HqTl9SJKkER2dKbR2NWkE

Next edition of Sweden playlist will have tracks from: God Macabre, Deutsch Nepal , Retaliation, In Slaughter Natives and 10,000 Years.

#sweden #Swedish death metal #sweden playlist #stockholm #bands from sweden #grand magus #cult of luna #candlemass #bloodbath #ghost #moloken #lifelover #evergrey #opeth #swedish chef #spiritual beggars #entombed #martyrdod #therion #entrails #moloko #ABBA

[curiosi-tea-writes]

Promise (One Survivor pt.3)

Pairing: Din Djarin / Cobb Vanth (+ the tiniest hint of Boba / Migs)

Setting: Survivor AU / Modern AU

(Part 1 and Part 2 of this series)

Summary: After Din gets voted out, neither him nor Cobb are in great places. Cobb is furious and Din is feeling incredibly guilty for what happened. Din gets some support from a friend while Cobb decides he needs to win the next immunity challenge to made Din’s sacrifice mean something. That could come at a price, though. Promises are made and for the first time in 38 days, there is no intention of breaking them.

Warning: Quite a bit of angst! Plus, hurt/sick!Cobb

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“What the hell was that?” Cobb yelled. He cursed as he dropped his torch when he attempted to lean it against the tree. 

“Cowboy, just calm down,” Boba spoke calmly, putting a hand gently on Cobb’s shoulder.

“We had a plan!” Cobb stepped away from Boba. He could vaguely hear Boba telling him again to calm down. His face felt like it was on fire and he was thankful for the limited light of a moon above them because otherwise the tears in his eyes would have been painfully obvious. “We were going to tie it! Why didn’t you tie it?”

“He was a pity vote,” Fennec stated simply, repeating the words Din had said earlier that afternoon. “A teacher who’s a single dad is a better option than any of us and you know it.”

“That’s not true!” Cobb couldn’t tell anymore if his main emotion was anger or sadness. He was incredibly angry. Angry at Fennec for going against what they had decided as a group. But he was also terribly sad. He hadn’t even gotten the chance to tell Din how he felt. Hadn’t gotten the chance to ask him what was going to happen when they went back to the States. He felt so lost. He took a deep, shaky breath, straightening his shoulders. He willed the tears not to fall. Not now. “If Din won, it would have been because he deserved it. Just like any of us.”

Boba struck the flint one final time and the fire roared to life a few feet from Cobb. He realized then how blurry his vision was and judging by the look Fennec was giving him, she could see why. He turned away, staring into the fire. 

“He didn’t have to go,” he whispered. “I could have gone.”

“Din didn’t want you to go,” Fennec returned sadly. 

Cobb snapped his gaze back to Fennec, not noticing the tears had fallen until he realized his cheeks were wet. “I didn’t want him to go.” He scoffed lightly when he realized Fennec didn’t have a response to his statement. He turned on his heel and tossed his bag where he and Din normally slept in the shelter. 

He was suddenly thankful for the fire allowing the cream colored parchment to catch his eye. He recognized it from a day when it came in tree mail so they could practice writing different symbols related to the country’s native language. It was folded small on the pillow Cobb used. 

He heard Boba behind him state that the next day was going to be hard and they should all rest. 

“I’m going to stay up for a bit,” Cobb managed to choke out. He cleared his throat, willing his voice to not break again. “I just need to be alone for a while.”

Boba patted his shoulder as he walked past him. “Take as long as you need, Cowboy.” He made his way to the other side of the shelter with Fennec following close behind. 

Once his two companions were settled down, Cobb took the parchment in his hand and made his way to the fire. He took a seat and carefully opened it. The tears that he thought were gone returned again and he held back his gasp.

Inside the folds of the letter was a ring. It was made of the stem of a weed that grew around their camp, made into a circle and wrapped around continuously until a design had been made. 

Cobb let out a choked laugh. He used his scarf to wipe his face free of tears. Tilting the paper towards the fire, he took a breath as he began to read. 

Hey Cowboy,

Consider this your loved one’s letter. If it worked, I got voted off tonight.

I’m sure you’re pretty upset about that, I’m sorry. I wanted to give you all the best chance to win. I wanted to give you the best chance to win. Don’t blame Fennec, please. It’s not her fault, it was my idea. You have a better chance of winning than I do and you have to believe that.

I know we didn’t get a chance to talk about it. I know so much is up in the air when it comes to our relationship. But you’re not getting rid of me so easily. This ring is a promise of that. I love you, Cobb. Please believe that. 

I hope I had the nerve to say that to you before I left.

Yours forever,

Din 

Cobb slid the ring onto his ring finger. He pictured when Din would lay beside him at night, tracing his fingers lightly with his own. He wondered if Din had imagined the same thing when he made the ring, judging how big to make it. He let one more tear fall before taking a deep breath. He folded the note up and placed it in his pocket.

He found his place in the shelter, looking out at the fire. He allowed his gaze to follow the embers up towards the sky, blending in with the abundance of stars above him. He knew if Din was there, he would have pointed excitedly to a constellation telling Cobb everything he knew about it. He always did that on clear nights. Cobb took the pillow Din typically used and held it close to his chest. He held it like a lifeline, pretending he had his arms around Din instead.

“I love you, Din,” Cobb whispered into the pillow.

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On another island, Din walked out onto the desk of his hotel room. His hair was wet from his first real shower in over a month and in only a bathrobe he could feel the chill of the night. He looked up at the stars and sighed. He spotted a constellation and almost spoke a fact about it out loud before realizing he was alone. He could only hope that Cobb was okay.

Din vaguely heard the door to the room beside his open and somebody stepped out onto their shared deck. 

“Gotta be honest,” Migs sighed as Din turned to face him. “Was not expecting you to be coming here tonight.”

Din attempted to chuckle but it came out more as a scoff. He shrugged and turned back towards the stars. Migs joined him, resting against the railing. 

“What’s that one?” Migs asked, pointing up at the sky. Din turned and looked at him, confusion written clear on his face. Migs let his hand drop back to the railing. “You like stars, don’t ya? Cobb told me you’re a space teacher.”

“It’s called astronomy,” Din scoffed, for real this time.

“Yeah, whatever.” Migs fell silent for a moment. Just a moment. “So Cobb voted you off? Why?” 

Din hung his head. ‘Never a peaceful moment with Migs, is there?’ He sighed and gave him a half-hearted glare. “He didn’t know he was voting me off. He thought we were going to tie it. You were at Tribal, you heard our plan.”

Migs considered it, letting the idea bounce around for a moment. “So, you lied to him?”

“To protect him,” Din defended, harshly. He was unsure if he was attempting to convince Migs or himself.

“You’re in love with him,” Migs stated, not even glancing at Din. 

Din attempted to protest but it got him nowhere. He finally sighed and returned his gaze to the stars. He wondered if Cobb was already asleep, if he had gotten his letter, if he even cared about him at all anymore. 

“If Cobb wins immunity, who’s he gonna take?” Migs pondered out loud.

Din shrugged and turned to Migs with a smirk. “Why? You hoping Boba gets voted off next?” Migs snapped his gaze to Din, shocked, which only made Din laugh. “You weren’t hiding anything, Migs, everyone knows.”

Migs cleared his throat. “Even Boba?” 

“Boba knows everything about everyone, that’s how he’s made it to the final three. Would you really be surprised?”  

“No, I suppose I wouldn’t be,” Migs sighed. 

“Hey,” Din bumped his shoulder, “If Boba gets voted out, I’ll move rooms so you can be closer to him.”

They both laughed. “I suppose I could move rooms if Cobb gets voted off too.”

Migs held out his hand to Din with a rare bright smile. Din took it and returned the smile. He realized this was the first time he was shaking hands with a person in over a month that could only have a positive outcome. So many deals were made and so many broken. But this time - either way, no matter what, both parties were going to be pleased with the outcome. For the first time in weeks, both men shared genuine smiles with someone that was not the men of their affection. 

“Who knows,” Migs chuckled, turning back to the sky, “Maybe Fennec will be voted out.”

“Our votes would cancel each other out,” Din pointed out. Migs hummed, nodding, his eyes not leaving the skyline. Din turned his face back to the dark horizon and was suddenly struck with a realization. They were facing the island. If not for a mountain and a handful of trees, they would have a clear, albeit dark and hazy, view of the camp. Din sighed and pointed up towards the sky. “That one, right?” Migs nodded. “That’s Orion, one of the most noticeable ones. Those three stars there make up his belt and that red one up there as his shoulder, that’s a red giant. That one-”

Migs listened happily as Din went on about the different constellations they could see. Sure neither of them was with the men they wished to be with at the moment, but Migs knew Din’s heart was close to breaking. So for this rare occasion, Migs kept his mouth shut, and just let Din talk.

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Cobb woke with sore eyes and a headache but he knew today was big. He rolled out of the shelter, adjusting his scarf.

“Morning, Cowboy,” Boba called from the fire, far too chipper for how early it was. The sun had yet to rise. “Day thirty-eight, how you feeling?”

“Tired,” Cobb grumbled.

As Boba walked away, towards tree mail Cobb assumed, Fennec took a few steps closer to him and held out a bowl of rice. Cobb looked from the bowl to her eyes, reading the worry in them and took the bowl with a weak smile. She smiled back as best she could manage and joined in him sitting at the edge of the shelter. “Are we okay?” she whispered, staring into her rice.

Cobb sighed heavily and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “Yeah, we’re okay.”

“Alright, you two,” Boba called with the same chipper tone.

“He is far too excited about today,” Fennec mumbled, smiling when Cobb chuckled lightly.

Boba stood in front of them and opened the note left in the tree mail. “’You’ve made it to the final three, outlasted, outwitted, outplayed. You’ve done what fourteen others couldn’t, much to their dismay. Honor your fallen companions and reflect on the damage. Then earn a place in the final two at the last immunity challenge.’”

Cobb, Fennec, and Boba all sighed heavily. Cobb was the first to get up and with a clap of his hands stated simply, “Let’s get going.”

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The torch walk was as emotional as ever. The three companions said their piece at each torch and collected their wooden tags. Some of their comments were sad or frustrated. Cobb hoped that some of Fennec’s comments didn’t make it to the final cut. Others were funny and lighthearted. 

“Oh, Migs Mayfeld,” Boba sighed as he untied the tag. “A worthy competitor.”

Cobb laughed. “If Din and I aren’t the couple of the season, you two are.” Fennec joined in his laughter as Boba rolled his eyes and kept walking.

When they came to the end of the walk, Cobb stopped just short of the torch.

Fennec sighed and turned to Cobb. “Maybe you should take this one, Cowboy.”

Cobb nodded and untied the tag from the torch. “Din,” Cobb sighed, “You were- something else.” Fennec and Boba chuckled. “In a game where absolutely nothing can be anticipated, I definitely never could have anticipated having you in my life. You could have won.”

“Might not have won,” Boba chuckled, “but y’all had your first kiss documented. How cool is that?” He placed his hand on Cobb’s shoulder and Cobb could only manage a weak smile in return. 

Cobb’s vision blurred slightly, and he rested his hand on Din’s torch to steady himself. He felt Boba’s grip on his shoulder tighten.

Fennec placed her hand on his back. “Are you okay?” The concern was clear in her voice but to Cobb she sounded a million miles away.

His vision returned to normal and he shook his head clear of the haze. He cleared his throat and straightened his shoulders. “I’m fine,” he muttered, “We have an immunity challenge to get to.” And then he was pushing past his companions and heading down the path. All Boba and Fennec could do was offer each other a look of concern.

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“Welcome to your final immunity challenge,” Jeff stated with a bright smile. 

Cobb held back a groan. He was dead on his feet all day; he had no idea how he would win this challenge. 

“You will stand on two small platforms, one foot on each, and one hand will be placed on the idol. If you let go of the idol, your other hand touches it, or you lose your balance and step off of the platforms - you are out of the challenge.” The three players nodded. “Simple challenge but on day thirty-eight, in 115* heat, this is going to be tough. Let’s get started.”

Cobb stepped up on the platforms, one foot raised higher than the other. He raised his right hand to place it on the idol before freezing. He let his fingers curl into a fist before dropping his hand. He spun the grass ring on his finger with a smile before raising his left hand, finding a place to grip the idol where the ring was visible. 

“This challenge has started.”

The three players fell into silence. They only spoke when Jeff asked them a question, usually prompting them to remember how uncomfortable their position is. Cobb’s eyes stayed fixed on his hand- on his ring. Even when he answered Jeff, he didn’t look away, he couldn’t afford to lose his concentration.

“You’ve been standing up there for two hours now,” Jeff reminded them. Fennec groaned which made Cobb chuckle. “Cowboy.” Cobb hummed his acknowledgement. “Getting tired?”

“I’m exhausted, Jeff,” Cobb admitted with a sigh. 

“What’s keeping you up there? What’re you thinking about?”

Cobb let out a soft laugh. “Honestly? Thinking about Din.” Out of the corner of his eye he could see Jeff sitting forward, prompting him to explain. “Din could have won the game. Instead, he gave me a better chance to win. If I don’t come out of this challenge with immunity, I’m gonna feel like that sacrifice was for nothing.”

“Do you feel like you’re in trouble tonight?” 

Cobb finally looked away from his ring to spare a glance between Fennec and Boba to gage their expressions because truth be told, he didn’t know for sure if he was in trouble. He instantly regretted it. His vision went blurry, worse than it had when they were by Din’s torch. He squeezed his eyes shut and lowered his head, gripping the idol tighter. 

Fennec looked around the idol at him. “Cobb, you okay?”

He nodded, knowing it was a lie. 

“Cowboy?” The concern in Jeff’s voice was clear, a tone he only used on very rare occasions. 

“Just a little dizzy is all,” Cobb muttered. He felt sick as he spoke. He fought to breathe deeply and regain his composure. 

Boba spoke up, “He hasn’t had anything to drink today.”

He lifted his head and chanced opening his eyes to look at Jeff. “I’m fi-” 

But that was all he could get out. He heard Jeff say his name, but it sounded distant like Fennec’s had earlier. His vision blurred again and he couldn’t bring his mind to register his hand slipping off the idol and his body hitting the ground while Jeff called for Medical.

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“Let’s bring in the jury,” Jeff sighed as the Survivors took their seats. He counted every member in as they entered, per usual. Then finally, “Din, voted out at the last tribal council.”

Din entered smiling, he had worn a grey button down he had brought, a drastic difference from the hoodie had worn during the game. He might have been a tad upset with himself for having lied to Cobb, but he was desperate to impress him this evening. He had styled and restyled his hair five times before they left Ponderosa. This was the first time in over a month that Cobb would get to see him all proper and not completely in game-mode. He was excited.

That excitement was quickly snuffed as Din took his seat and finally looked at the remaining Survivors. Fennec, Boba- but no Cobb.

“Alright,” Jeff stated, taking his own seat. “This tribal council is really more of a recap.” He glanced at the jury before turning back to Fennec and Boba. “Would one of you two like to explain to the jury what happened today?”

“I will,” Fennec stated. She turned to address the jury, but her eyes fell solely on Din. “Before the immunity challenge, Cobb started to feel really not well. He hadn’t gotten very much sleep last night and we knew he was running on empty for most of the day, he was stressed. The challenge was purely endurance and he just collapsed.”

“So basically,” Jeff said, turning the jury’s attention back to him. Din felt like every word was said from under water. “Cobb is fine. However, he had a severe case of dehydration, was unresponsive for too long than anybody felt comfortable, and medical pulled him from the game.”

Din’s eyes began to water. He vaguely heard Migs mutter an, “Oh my God,” beside him but he could hardly process it.

“That being said,” Jeff continued, “Cobb is currently recovering at Ponderosa and will become our final member of the jury tomorrow. Boba and Fennec have made it to the final two.”

Din offered Fennec a weak smile that was gone as quickly as it had appeared. At least now he wouldn’t have to decide who to vote for between Fennec and Cobb. He couldn’t focus on Jeff’s words as he told the two finalists that their fate now rested in the hands of the jury. It didn’t matter, he had heard the words dozens of times, he knew them by heart. All he could do was will the tears in his eyes not to fall. Tears that formed along with the crushing weight of guilt in his chest. He couldn’t help feeling that this was his fault.

Once Boba and Fennec had left to make their trek back to camp, the jury began to talk. Everyone wanted to discuss who of the two finalists they felt deserving of a million dollars. Din just let the words swirl around him, everything sounded a mess. He was slow getting out of his seat, following behind the other jury members on their way to the boat.

“Din,” Jeff called from a few feet back. Din was honestly surprised he heard it but managed to pull himself back the distance, away from the other players. Jeff held out a piece of paper to Din. “Cobb’s room number back at Ponderosa. I’m sure he’d like some company.”

Din took the paper with a weak smile. “Thank you, Jeff.” He slid the paper into his pocket and met his fellow jury members at the boat to take them back to Ponderosa.

The ride felt so much longer than it did on the way to Tribal. Din hated every second of it.

He walked in a daze through the hotel until he found himself in front of a door with the number Jeff had written on the paper. He gave a weak knock, all of his energy gone. He heard a tired, “Come in,” and he opened the door, closing it behind him.

Cobb was laying on his side, his back to the door. His hair was wet still from his shower and he was in a hoodie and lounge pants. Din’s heart jumped at the sight.

“Hey, Cowboy,” Din whispered.

Cobb sat up faster than he ever had in his life, feeling dizzy for a moment. He knew he didn’t have the energy to get up at the moment, but how he wanted so badly to run into Din’s arms. He searched his mind for words, any words, but he couldn’t even bring himself to say Din’s name. He felt such a wave of emotions wash over him that the only thing he could do was let the tears in his eyes begin to fall.

Din was by his side in a second, kneeling beside him on the bed, pulling Cobb into his arms. They stayed like that for a long minute, Din stroking Cobb’s hair, much like he would Grogu’s when he was sick. “I’m sorry,” Din whispered once Cobb’s shoulders stopped shaking.

Cobb took a deep, shaky, breath. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“If I had just let it tie,” Din grumbled, increasingly getting angrier at himself. “If I hadn’t have lied to you- Fennec said you were stressed, I didn’t help with that. If-”

“If nothing,” Cobb whispered. He pulled away enough to meet Din’s gaze. “Medical said this has been building up for days, maybe weeks. It’s not your fault.” Cobb let out what was meant to be a laugh but turned out more as a sob. “If anyone should be sorry, it’s me. You gave up your spot so I had a chance to win and I messed it up.”

Din offered him a sad smile which Cobb returned. “Don’t say that. I’m so proud of you for how far you went. I just wish you hadn’t gotten sick.” He reached up and brushed his thumb against Cobb’s cheek, wiping away a stray tear. His heart broke when Cobb leaned into the touch.

Cobb glanced down at Din’s outfit and back up to his face. “You look nice,” he chuckled.

Din scoffed out a laugh and shook his head. “I made quite the entrance today a Tribal.” He adjusted his collar, his eyes falling to his lap shyly. “I wanted to impress you.”

“You always impress me.” Cobb placed his hand under Din’s chin, prompting him to meet his gaze. Cobb let his hand slide to the back of Din’s neck, playing with the ends of his hair. They stayed there for a moment before Cobb decided he couldn’t stand it anymore and sat forward slowly to place his lips softly against Din’s. It was the first time they kissed without any worry of other players or cameras or the game. Just them.

When they parted Cobb sighed and shifted to lay back down. He was exhausted and even Din could see that. Cobb tugged lightly on Din’s hand and Din laughed as he laid down beside him. Cobb tucked his face into the crook of his neck and sighed contently. Maybe he didn’t have a shot at winning any more, but at least he was with Din.

“I have no idea who I’m voting for,” Cobb whispered.

Din pulled back a little. “What?”

“Fennec played a damn good game but so did Boba. Boba and I have had an alliance since day one but that shouldn’t be what I base my decision off of.” He felt fresh tears form in his eyes again and he had no energy to keep them from falling. “Everyone else has had a few days at least to think about who they want to vote for. I only have twenty-four hours and I wasn’t even supposed to have to make this decision. I just-”

Din pulled back enough to cup the side of Cobb’s face again and bring him in for a silencing kiss. Cobb hummed against Din’s lips as Din ran his fingers gently float up and down Cobb’s back. When they broke, Din rested their foreheads together and gave a soft sigh. “Don’t worry about the game right now,” he whispered. “You have all of tomorrow to think about it. For now you need to rest.”

Cobb nodded and returned to his place against Din’s chest. “Thank you for the letter,” Cobb whispered, his voice horse.

“I needed to make sure you knew how I felt.” Din pulled back just enough to meet Cobb’s eyes. “I meant it. If you’re in, there’s no way you’re getting rid of me. This wasn’t just a part of the game.”

“I know it wasn’t,” Cobb replied. He gave a soft sigh and placed the lightest of kisses on Din’s lips. He broke to speak, only putting an inch of distance between them. “I’m in, Din. I love you.”

Din’s hand found its place in Cobb’s hair again as he pulled Cobb in for a deep kiss, more passionate than any of the ones they had shared until that moment. Finally alone in Cobb’s room at Ponderosa. Just Din and Cobb and the promise of an entire future ahead of them.

#dincobb #marshalorian #marshmando #din x cobb #din djarin #cobb vanth #survivor au #modern au #the mandalorian #star wars #Han writes

[detroitbydark]

Detroitbydark’s Masterlist

Updated 3/7/23

TW are marked within each fic itself.

Star Wars

Commander Gree *SMUT*

Defective: Scorch Post Order 66

Soul Lies: Sev/OC/Scorch: Chp 1 Chp 2 Chp 3 Chp 4 Chp 5 (SMUT) Chp 6 Chp 7 Chp 8 Chp 9 Chp 10 Chp 11 Chp 12

Migs Mafeld- Play With Fire: SMUT

I'm Not Your Babysitter: Poe Dameron/Reader

*COMPLETE* Commander Fox- Fox and Mouse: Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part 5 Part 6 (SMUT) Part 7 (SMUT) Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 1/2 2/2 (SMUT)

*Fox and Mouse NSFW Standalone

*Fox and Mouse Fan works: for Chapter 11 Fox’s Tattoo

Sargent Hound: Chp 1 Chp 2 Chp 3 Chp 4

Commander Wolffe: Blurb

Crossed Connections (Tech x Reader, Wrecker x OC) : Part 1,  Interlude,  Part II,  Interlude II, Part 3, Interlude III, Part 4, Interlude IV, Part 5, Interlude V Part 6 Interlude VI Part 7

Crossed Connections Greater Universe (Crosshair x OC)  Be warned this series is not in chronological order: Part 1  Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

Crossed Connections Greater Universe (Echo) Blurb

Void of Jangofctts Sunburst Squadron: Unclean

Spiderman/Peter Parker

Always On Time: Iron Siblings Peter Parker and Morgan Stark

Peter is serious when he makes a pinky promise.

Harrison Osterfield

Have Yourself a Merry Airport Christmas: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 Haz/Reader

Stick and Poke: Tattoo Artist!Haz/Reader

A Collector: (Smut) Mob!Haz/Reader

To Hell and Back: Mob!Haz/Reader

Haircut: Harrison/Reader

For Old Time Sake: (Smut) Vampire!Haz/Reader

Easy Like Sunday Morning: (smut) Harrison/Reader

Domination: Part 1   Part 2 (smut) Dom!Haz/Reader 

3A.M.: Drunk!Haz/Reader

Cake By The Ocean:(smut) Harrison/Reader

Body Moves: (smut) threesome Tom/Reader/Harrison. Sequel to Cake By The Ocean.

Bad Guy: ScumBag!Robber!Haz/Reader

Singing in the Shower: Part 1 Part 2 (Smut) Roommate!Haz/Reader 

Angel is a Centerfold:  Haz/Reader

Appendicitis: Harrison/Reader with appendicitis

A Calming Salve: (SMUT) Harrison/Reader

Varsity Jackets and Saddle Shoes:  1950′s AU Jock!Haz/Bookworm!Reader

Late Night: Harrison/Reader Haz carries sleepy reader to bed

Luck Be A Lady: Mob!Haz/OC 10,500 word one shot. My pride. My joy.

Moonbeams and Ridinghoods (Series): (future smut) Werewolf!Haz/Reader

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8

Tom Holland

Baby Mine:  Tom/Pregnant!reader

First Time: Tom/Nursing Student!Reader

Lights on the Tree: Tom/Girlfriend home for Christmas

His Favorite Story: Tom/Girlfriend who is self conscious of surgical scar

#Masterlist #Detroitbydark #Spiderman #Harrison Osterfield #Tom Holland

[spider-man-2o99]

(water + wood)

will miguel's dreams of poisoning people with the venom from his fangs ever be realized

i promise, anon. yes 🙏

#talking tag #asks #spider-man 2099 #miguel o'hara #my fic stuff #mig hell au #ysee. unironically. i have two Important bullet points for what i need to include in the climax of the fic #and those two bullets points are Domestic Terrorism. and At Least One Person Gets POISONED By The VENOM From Migs FANGS #im jugglin plates but This i will NOT budge on

[pengychan]

[Coco] Nuestra Iglesia, Pt. 10

Title: Nuestra Iglesia Summary: Fake Priest AU. In the midst of the Mexican Revolution, Santa Cecilia is still a relatively safe place; all a young orphan named Miguel has to worry about is how to get novices Héctor and Imelda to switch their religious vows for wedding vows before it’s too late. He’s not having much success until he finds an unlikely ally in their new parish priest, who just arrived from out of town. Fine, so Padre Ernesto is a really odd priest. He’s probably not even a real priest, and the army-issued pistol he carries is more than slightly worrying. But he agrees that Héctor and Imelda would be wasted on religious life, and Miguel will take all the help he can get. It’s either the best idea he’s ever had, or the worst. Characters: Miguel Rivera, Ernesto de la Cruz, Héctor Rivera, Imelda Rivera, Chicharrón, Óscar and Felipe Rivera, OCs. Imector. Rating: T

[Tag with all chapters up here.]

[Also on Ao3]

A/N: Chapter title suggested by @theprairienerd​: The Miracle of Bread and Padre Ernesto’s Sausage. Art in this chapter is by @senoraluna​. Extra art at the end is by Dara, who’s a gift that keeps on giving.

***

“We were hoping for more food, Sister.”

As the remark she’d half-expected came, Imelda sighed and glanced down at the sack she had just handed to the man who’d asked to be called ‘José’. It was only half-filled with canned food, dried beans, hard cheese and salted beef. She nodded, her mouth pulled in a thin line. “It’s all we can spare.”

“I see more food in that cupboard,” one of the men muttered, glancing towards the end of the room. He seemed about to step towards it, but Imelda got in the way.

“Food that we cannot spare,” she said, her voice firm. The man faltered, and stepped back, but another seemed less impressed.

“We can’t fight Federales on an empty stomach.”

“We have children to feed. The ones in our care, and families in poverty. There isn’t much to go around for anybody in town.”

“We’re fighting for the future of Mexico!” Someone protested, and Imelda lifted her chin, glaring at him. She was acutely aware of the fact she was outnumbered - several men, all of them armed, in a dark cellar - but she didn’t allow herself to be afraid. She could not.

“They are the future of Mexico! If the people starve, what will be left to fight for?”

A few stepped back, but one still snorted, and glared back. “Well, I am hungry. I’ve been fighting for a year. I risk my hide every damn day. Get out of my--”

Several things happened in quick succession: the man put a hand on her shoulder to push her away; there was a sudden smacking sound, a cry of pain, and the man staggered back before Imelda could even raise her hand to strike him herself. He knelt, hands to the side of his face, blood running through his fingers.

“The next one who even thinks of laying a hand on a nun will lose it,” José was saying, riding crop still raised. There was a hunting knife at his belt, and his free hand went to its handle. “Objections?”

His question was met with mumbling, shaking heads, and even a few men crossing themselves. With a satisfied nod, José turned back to her. “I understand, Sister. Our man did warn me the supplies were growing scarce - we’ll take no more food out of your mouths. Do you think you can provide medical supplies, if needed?”

Imelda nodded. “That I can do,” she said, getting a nod right back.

“Thank you, sister.”

They left the cellar with what she was able to give them, but Imelda didn’t move for a good while, trying to think of something - anything - that she could do now. They needed more food, too, before their supplies ran out; hardly anything was growing in the piece of land the parish owned, and it looked like things were about to get even harder for everyone. Something had to be done.

She had a duty to support the fight against Huerta's regime, but wouldn’t let a single child go hungry under her watch.

***

It wasn’t often that John stood before a mirror to look at himself. His body mattered not, a husk of flesh he would discard when he passed on to the next life, and his looks mattered even less. He’d long since stopped paying any mind to the marks that criss-crossed his back - old scars and new ones, half-healed welts and some still scabbed over.

The vast majority, he had inflicted over himself - but not the very first ones, those that hurt the most. Those were a parting gift, the very last lesson Reverend David Johnson had ever taught him, he who’d taught him everything he’d know up to that moment. A lesson in pain while he begged for forgiveness and guidance he would not receive.

The beating had been brutal but, after that first attempt at shielding himself with one arm - the only attempt - he’d only covered his face and endured. Even the pain was a relief compared to the horror of seeing his shameful secret uncovered, the disgust on his parents’ face.

Honor your Father and Mother, the Bible said, and oh God, had he failed; the punishment his father was visiting upon him, bringing the rod down on him without a word until his fine Sunday clothes were torn and bloodied, was well-deserved. He was a man of God; certainly he would know best of to handle it, how to cure him. If the salvation of his soul came at the price of his flesh, he would still count himself blessed.

The anger of the head of a family is never without reason, he’d tell Fernanda Rodríguez thirteen years later; he’d believed it, then. His father sought to correct him, as a father should. Once this was done, he’d thought, he’d extend his hand to help him up… but he never did.

Suddenly the blows were over and, as he lay on the ground in a ball of pain - it hurt to breathe, something was wrong, and his left hand throbbed - his father dropped the rod. “Leave.”

That one word cut deeper than any blow, filled him with more horror than he thought a human being could withstand. Surely he’d misheard, it couldn’t be, and it was with that thought that he painfully pulled his hand away form his face to peer up, still curled on one side. He couldn't muster the courage to look at his father in the face, but he did glance at his mother. She sat on the same armchair she’d been on when he’d walked through the door and she was looking away, face turned to the fireplace, entirely expressionless.

No, John thought in stunned disbelief. That wasn’t possible-- God please, no. It couldn’t be happening. It was his father, his mama. They had taught him all he knew, guided him, watched him grow with pride. They held his hands as he learned how to walk, stayed at his bedside when he was sick, kissed him when he’d cried over a scraped knee or a bad dream.

“Ma-- mama,” John called out, his voice so thin and childish. She didn’t even blink, didn’t turn, and John knew no one would wake him from that nightmare. No one was going to kiss it better.

No, no, no. Please. I’m sorry. I’m trying.

“Mama,” he pleaded again, voice breaking up and eyes filling with tears, wanting more than anything for her to come comfort him - and suddenly, she stood… still without looking at him.

There were only a few steps from the armchair to the fireplace; she paused before it and let his journal drop, the journal they had so solemnly given him when he'd turned ten; it smoked on the embers for a few moments before it caught fire in a bright flare, so bright John could believe was gazing into Hell itself.

No, this is good. My sins are burning away. They can help me. They will help me.

“I’m sorry,” he managed to whisper. “Please, I did nothing. It was only thoughts, I prayed God to cleans me, I never acted on-- please, don’t--”

“Stand up.” His father’s voice was cold as ice, and John, still stunned, did stand up; slowly and painfully, but he obeyed, as always. He always would if only they gave him a chance, if they--

That frail hope was dashed away the instant he met his father’s gaze, so cold and unyielding. He had the same look of disgust he reserved to the worst sort of sins, as he preached to the congregation of fire and brimstone and eternal damnation. It made John feel so filthy, so unworthy, so small. “If a man sleeps with a man as with a woman, they have both committed a detestable act,” he quoted, eyes blazing. “They shall surely be put to death; their blood shall be upon them. Who have you lain with, John?”

“N-no one!” he sobbed. “It was-- thoughts. Sinful thoughts, but I didn't-- I wouldn’t--”

“Answer one question, and truthfully,” his father spat. “Have you done anything to your brother?”

The idea alone was enough to chill John to the bone. “No!” he cried out. Something in his chest burned as he did, but he hardly felt it. The mere idea of defiling his little brother, little Michael who’d sit on his knee and listen to stories, made him feel ill. “No, I-- I never-- I would never!”

“Your sisters?”

“No!” John choked out a sob.

A scoff. “Not yet.”

“N-never! Please, dad-- father-- I could never--!”

“Silence,” Reverend David Johnson almost snarled and oh God, John had never seen him so furious. “You will, if given a chance. There’s no depravity a sodomite would not commit. But I won’t allow it. It is my duty to protect this community-- to protect my children!”

“I-I am--” John shook his head, his vision blurry with tears. A sob wracked his chest, causing such intense pain he felt he might faint. He wiped the tears and snot from his face with a sleeve that was quickly turning red, but it seemed so unimportant; it was for his soul that he feared and if his own father and mother found him beyond salvation, then he was truly lost. “I am your--”

“No. Not anymore,” he cut him off, and turned away from him, like he couldn’t even stand the sight. He raised an arm to point at the door. “We'll tell you decided to join the army, to save your honor and that of our family. Then we'll say you died. But if your next step is not towards that door, God help us both."

And John had left, without the strength to argue and carrying nothing with him, so stunned he felt he might be drunk. Just like that, his life was over; his family, his home, his friends and community, everything he’d ever worked for - all he was meant to be since birth - had crumbled to ashes before his eyes, like the notebook in the fireplace. He’d been cast out like Adam from the Garden of Eden, left with nothing but the torn clothes on him and the knowledge the fires of hell were at his heels as he limped out of his home, through the fields, and into the night.

He met no one in his slow, painful trek; it was one more blow - I couldn’t even say goodbye - but also a relief. They would ask for explanations he could never bring himself to give.

His father was right; he was dangerous. For everyone’s safety, he had to go.

Under the cover of darkness, numb to all pain but not to the cold, he walked through dirt paths across the countryside for God knew how long until exhaustion caught up with him. There was a small patch of dried grass by a crossroad, and he didn’t lean down on it as much as he collapsed. Everything hurt, he didn’t know how much blood he had soaking his clothes and cooling against his skin. He no longer cared. He no longer cared about anything. Had suicide not been yet another detestable act in the eyes of God, he would have ended his life and freed the world of the blight of his presence.

John Johnson closed his eyes, and let himself fall into unconsciousness. The numbness overcoming even his terror of Hell, in his last moment of awareness he found himself praying to God not to let him wake up again.

But he had; he’d awakened to a stranger asking him if he’d been robbed, offering to let him on his cart as he headed towards El Paso. He’d accepted, because he had nowhere else to go, and once arrived he’d limped into the first church he’d seen, where a function was going on. Nobody had noticed him as he entered, sat in the back, knelt as they did… and, soon enough, blacked out.

He’d awakened in a bed, God knew how many hours later, with bandages on his wounds and a heavy blanket on him, an aging man in a cassock and white collar looking down at him with worried eyes. One of his hands cupped his head the moment he opened his eyes, the other bringing a glass to his chapped lips.

“Good God, my child, who has done this to you?”

A good man. A man of God. I deserved this.

John had tried to stand and could not, his body battered, a couple of ribs broken, and in the end he’d broken down, wept, confessed his sin and waited to be thrown out yet again - but no such thing had happened. He’d been comforted, offered more water, offered food; and Father Joseph had even joked that surely he was too old to evoke lust, so what did he have to fear?

John’s reflection in the mirror became distorted, and he blinked away some tears, Very slowly, he sat and stared at the rod in his hands. Father Joseph - his mentor, the man who had given him a smile and hope when all seemed lost - would have disapproved of its use, no doubt. He’d been a good man, soft of heart - too soft. He'd disapproved of the punishment his father had visited upon him, too.

“Do you know the parable of the lost sheep, my boy? A sheep was lost, and the shepherd left the flock in the meadow to look for it. Searched high and low, because the flock was safe, but the lost sheep needed to be found. And once he found it, did he beat it with sticks and stones?”

“N-no.”

“What did he do, my child?”

“He… brought the sheep home. To… rejoin the flock.”

A smile, and he’d quoted the Scripture - a very different passage from the one his father had snarled in his face.

“When he has found it, he carries it on his shoulders, rejoicing. When he comes home, he calls together his friends, his family and his neighbors, saying to them, 'Rejoice with me, for I have found my sheep which was lost!' I tell you that even so there will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents, than over ninety-nine righteous people who need no repentance."

That had been the moment he’d regained some frail hope, when he’d begun to see a path forward for him, a path to redemption that would go through the Catholic Church. And maybe one day, if he did a good enough job and made a name for himself… then maybe his family - his father, who wouldn’t speak to him even by letter, who told everyone he’d died - would hear of him. Maybe they would forgive him, and let him come home, if for a short while.

Father Ernest could know none of it and yet, in his own way, he'd sounded so much like his mentor, even bringing up the same parable. Or almost.

“I am here to help. Like the shepherd with the, uh, black shee-- Right. Lost. The lost sheep.”

Perhaps… yes, he had misjudged him. He wasn’t proper, sometimes he seemed a downright idiot, and unlike Father Joseph he was most decidedly not too old to evoke lust in him… but he had been kind to him. He was willing to help, God bless him; he'd given him absolution.

And Father John Johnson promised God he would never make him regret it.

***

As la Semana Santa approached, Ernesto didn’t precisely feel blessed.

Things hadn’t been going too badly, really. Everything had settled in a comfortable routine and she found he sort of liked being such a vital part of life in Santa Cecilia. Back home, he’d been a nobody playing for tips in the plaza and dreaming of a big break that simply wouldn’t happen; in the army, he’d been a number, cannon fodder and nothing more.

But there? He was well-liked, listened, sought after; even the gringo had toned down his criticism to a few mutters every now and then, which was a nice change. Yes, things were going well - if not for the small, negligible detail that the entire town seemed to be running out of food.

“What do you expect me to do? Multiply bread and sausages like Christ did?”

“Fish,” Sofía said flatly. “Bread and fish.”

Ernesto rolled his eyes. “Sausage, fish-- the point is, I don’t work miracles.”

A shrug. “Well, Pedro Marques begs to differ,” she said.

… All right, and who was that again? The name was only vaguely familiar, Ernesto thought, bringing the glass of mass wine up to his lips with a questioning look. Sofía gave a sharp smile.

“He’s going around telling high and low what a miracle worker you are. He and his wife had been trying for years to have a child, until you went and blessed their bed.”

Blessed their bed? Odd, he couldn’t remember blessing any be--

Wait.

The mouthful of wine Ernesto had been about to gulp down came back up through his nose in a sudden, foamy stream. “Ack-- gah!” he coughed hard enough to tear up, wiping his mouth with a sleeve. Sofía leaned her hand on her chin, raising an eyebrow.

“Doctor Sanchéz just told her she’s with child. If it’s a boy they want to name him after you, you know?”

“How about-- ack-- no?”

“I am also fairly sure the Martìnez family credit you with curing the infertility that plagued their only daughter, too. Got something to tell me there?”

“No,” Ernesto croaked.

“And about those late evening confessions--”

“All right! All right! I’ll figure something out!” Ernesto coughed again, lifting his hands. “Just keep your mouth shut!”

Sofía shrugged. “I always do.”

“No, you don’t.”

“When it comes to talking, I do,” she retorted, and she seemed about to add something when there was a sudden knock on the door, only for it to open a moment later - what was even the point of knocking if you’re just going to barge in without waiting a single moment? - and reveal Padre Juan in the doorway.

“Father Ernest, I have spoken with Brother Héctor about a matter… we should… discuss.” The gringo blinked at him, eyes shifting to the pool of red wine on the desk Ernesto was sitting at, and his beet red face. Sofía gave him a smile that was nothing short of angelic.

“Padre Ernesto has a bit of a cough,” she said.

Just a few days earlier, Padre Juan would have probably exploded and started rambling something about decor or whatnot - but now, even though he looked like he’d just sucked a lemon, he did no such thing.  “... I’ll be back in a few minutes,” he mumbled, and left, shutting the door under Sofía’s perplexed gaze.

“What is it with him lately?” she wondered aloud. “He hasn’t even talked about pagan fetishes, fire and brimstone since last Sunday.”

Ernesto cleared his throat. “We have reached an understanding,” he said. A practical part of him reminded him it was probably due to fear because he had him under his thumb, knowing his secret… but truth be told, he liked the idea he’d gotten his respect. It felt like a huge win, and he loved winning.  And now, if he wanted to keep his winning streak, there was a miracle to pull o--

“Maybe he can help.”

“... What?” Ernesto blinked up at her. “Him?”

She shrugged. “He might have connections we don’t. Maybe he could get us some food, or money to buy it from somewhere - it’s worth a try.”

That was true, Ernesto knew. They couldn’t will food out of thin air; they’d have to raise money to pay for it, and if food was as scarce throughout the rest of Oaxaca as it was there… well, the price to pay would be high. Charitable donations from parishioners often little above poverty themselves may not get them far enough.

“... Yes,” he finally said. “It’s worth a go.”

Somewhere in the back of his mind a small voice - the same that had come up with his very first plan of stealing donation and leaving a few days after his arrival - demanded to know why would he care, since when it was his problem, but he shut it out.

He liked where he was, he liked it how good he had it, and he’d be damned if he let anyone in his parish - any of his people - starve under his watch.

***

“All right. At the moment we have enough to keep everyone - the kids and the poor and whatnot - fed for for… how long?”

“A month.”

“Perhaps a fortnight more if we cut rations now.”

“If we cut any more ration, half the clergy is going to faint. We’re already eating little for Lent.”

“Our Lord fasted forty days.”

"With all due respect, Padre, we’re just human.”

“So was Christ, Mother. He made himself flesh--”

“We can have the lesson later, thanks.”

Father Ernest’s voice caused John to trail off, and shut his mouth. His first instinct was to protest, but he did not; he could tell the situation could get dire if they did not act fast. He was there in the sacristy with Father Ernest, Brother Hector, the sexton - Gustav? - and the Mother Superior to find solutions, rather than argue. Still...

“... What I am saying,” John said slowly, “is that if there will be meals to give up, I am willing to.”

“That’s appreciated,” Father Ernesto conceded, and even smiled before looking back down at the list the sexton had brought in for him to look at. “But it wouldn’t solve much. What we do need is more food.”

“We have plenty of wine,” the sexton spoke up. “It’s the only thing we have in abundance, other than rat poison.”

Father Ernest blinked. “And why do we have an abundance of rat poison?”

“To poison rats,” Gustav said, only to pause when he realized the reply would sound much too sharp towards the parish priest. “We had a serious issue with them a couple of years ago. They got into the granaries - it was a mess. Chicharrón convinced Padre Edmundo to buy a lot of rat poison - said they would eat the offerings on Día de los Muertos - but they were gone before we used much of it. So we have a lot of wine and a lot of poison, stored next to each other. Not a bright idea, but the old gravedigger is not very bright himse-- ”

“We could sell some, or trade it,” Hector suggested, causing Gustav to snort.

“Oh, of course. Who wouldn’t love the idea of trading money or better yet food for poison when times get hard? That’s the dumbest idea--”

“I meant the wine, Gustavo,” Brother Hector replied, his voice dry. “There will always be people willing to buy wine.”

“Sell holy wine?” John protested, but Father Ernest shrugged.

“It’s not holy wine until it’s blessed,” he said lightly. Suddenly reminded of last time he’d told him as much, John shut his mouth and leaned back on his seat. His face was on fire, and he could only hope it wasn’t turning too obviously red.

Thankfully, Father Ernest was speaking again and turning the attention away from him.

“We’re going to need the kind of stuff that lasts - canned food, maybe, but that’s hard to get away from the city and the army has most of it. Flour, dried meat, desiccated beans, flour. Grains for us and for the parish’s hens because God knows we need that supply of eggs. We’ll need to buy it in bulk, and you can bet we’re not the only ones making plans to. I doubt many people in a hundred miles radius are faring better than us. We must to be ready to pay twice the price, if needed.”

“And deprive others of food,” John spoke up. It wasn’t condemnation as much as a statement - he knew how the world worked - but it gained a long look from everyone in the room.

“If that’s what it takes,” Father Ernest said gravely. “I must look after my parish.”

John said nothing, and Brother Hector turned back to Father Ernest.

“That would be a lot of money to raise.”

“I know. We’ll sell some of the wine in San Luz, and push for offerings from parishioners who can part with a few pesos. After all, isn’t Holy Easter the right time to buy yourself paradise?”

All right, that was going too far. “No one can buy paradise,” John pointed out.

A shrug. “Relax, Martin Luther. I’m not saying we’re going to sell indulgences to--”

“What-- to compare me to that heretic --!” John could feel his face burning, and now he was sure to be turning beet red. It wasn’t the worst Father Ernest could say of him, but it still felt like an awful insult. With a shrug, Father Ernest waved a hand.

“I meant no insult. You are a proper man of God,” he said, and stared at him in the eye. He sounded perfectly serious - like he meant it - and oh, it was a relief that he’d think so… even knowing what he knew. “And you can help us a great deal.”

John blinked. “... What? Me?” he asked, and looked around to see everyone’s eyes on him. He was acutely aware, suddenly, of the golden crucifix hanging from his neck. It was worth quite some money, he knew, but he couldn’t bear to part from it and he he found himself hoping none of them had noticed it. He fought an impulse to hide it beneath his collar. “And… and how can I help?” he asked. Certainly they did not expect him to be the one to ask parishioners for offerings; they knew how little the people in that town thought of him.

“You have been travelling with the blessing of a Bishop,” Father Ernest said. “You have good connections, and certainly someone will be able to spare a few donations for a town in need.”

John nodded, finally seeing what he was getting at. “I could write a letter, but I am not sure my plea would hold much weight,” he said. “I won’t be the first nor last missionary to plead for aid. A letter might not cut it, but… if I can find a way to make it stand out…” he paused, and met Father Ernest’s gaze.

Let me have a think, he’d said, unfazed by his confession, but his sin. We’ll work something out.

John clenched his jaw for a moment before he spoke. “Give me a little time. I’ll try to think of something,” he said. “I’ll do all I can to help.”

Another smile. “Thank you, Father John,” Father Ernest said, and John just looked down with another nod, not daring look at him in the eye - hoping that his face had not reddened again and not realizing, lost in thought, that Brother Hector was looking at him with a concerned frown.

***

Miguel could tell something was not right.

No one had come forward and told him - or anyone else in the orphanage, really - but he wasn’t dumb. He noticed the hushed voice of the nuns, the insistence of not letting one bite to wasted at meal times; he noticed the tight line of Imelda’s mouth, and the frown on Héctor face.

“I’m just a bit thoughtful,” Imelda had told him when he’d asked.

“Got a few things in my mind, chamaco, nothing more,” Héctor had replied, ruffling his hair and suggesting he go practice his guitar skills with Cheech.

Miguel hadn’t gone, because he liked Cheech but playing was no fun without Héctor, and they hadn’t played or sang together in weeks. So he’d just nodded and watched him leave, saying something about going house to house to collect donations - another red flag, they had never needed to do it before and come to think of it, Ernesto had insisted a lot on charity at Mass the previous day. Even Padre Juan had begun going around to ask for donations, even if it got him a door slammed shut to his face more often than not.

Sooner or later he’d have to learn not to look outraged when he asked to speak to ‘the head of the family’ and an abuela came out to talk to him, but Miguel wouldn't hold his breath over it, or waste it trying to explain anything to him. Instead, he’d used it to ask what was going on to one person he knew wouldn’t baby him.

“So, what’s happening?”

“Your dog is trying to eat my foot.”

“No he’s no-- oh, he is. Dante, no! Here! I mean, what else is happening?”

Ernesto made a face. “An awful lot at once. You might want to be more specific.”

“With the whole spiel about charity and Héctor and Padre Juan going off to collect donations.”

“Ah. That. We’re facing a food shortage and might all starve.”

“What??”

Ernesto laughed. “All right, things are not that dramatic. We’re working to fix it.”

“By raising money?” Miguel gave him a doubtful look, stroking Dante’s head. The dog seemed to thrive on a few scraps, but what would happen once there would be no more scraps to be spared? “You can’t eat money.”

“You buy food with money.”

“And from who?”

“From people who have enough of it stored to part with some for the right price,” Ernesto said, and shrugged. “That’s how the world goes when things get tough. People hoard, but money is sweeter than any pastry. The war must end, and they’ll be richer once it does.”

It seemed unfair to people with little to nothing to eat, but Miguel wasn’t so naive not to know what was how it went. He nodded, looking down, and Ernesto seemed to notice his frown. He crouched in front of them, stopping Dante from licking his face with one hand.

“Hey, chin up, muchacho. We’ll be fine. But if you’re so worried, why don’t you help? We’ve got to organize the procession for el Domingo de Ramos, but I'm sort of taken - why don’t you and your friends do it? We’ll need a donkey, a Jesus, and a lot of palm branches people will give an offering to get.”

Miguel blinked. “Why would they pay to get those? They can find them anywhere.”

Ernesto grinned. “Not blessed ones, they can’t,” he replied with a wink, causing Miguel to laugh.

“You sure you’re not a real priest?” he asked. Ernesto rolled his eyes, giving him a light shove, but he was laughing as well and Miguel was wonderfully sure all would be well.

***

“... And this is where Jesus will get to the plaza from!”

“I mean, not the actual Jesus.”

“Just our Jesus.”

“Mexican Jesus.”

“Jesús.”

“We know a Jesús.”

“But he’s sixty.”

“And there is also another Jesús.”

“But he’s missing an arm and he curses all the time,” Felipe muttered.

“I would also curse if I were missing an arm,” Óscar added. He looked extremely satisfied with their plan so far as he looked at Ernesto and Padre Juan, both sitting at the desk in the sacristy. Miguel couldn’t help but think the gringo looked uncomfortable, but he had no idea why; nothing of what the twins had suggested so far was too different from your typical procession for el Domingo dos Ramos.

And Ernesto liked it, too, glancing down at the map of Santa Cecilia. The procession was going to begin at the start of the main road, through the plaza, and finally in front of the church; there was plenty of space for everyone to stand along the way to put down their palm branches on the path.

“Sounds good to me,” he said, smiling brightly. The twins smiled back.

“Great! Can we use the donkey in the parish stables, then?”

“That would be my donk--” Padre Juan started, only for Ernesto to shrug.

“He says you can,” he told Felipe, not even turning to look at the priest, who looked distinctly annoyed but did not protest. Both boys grinned widely.

“Yes!”

“Thank you, Padre Juan!”

“It would be Father John, Phil--” the gringo started, only to be entirely ignored.

“You’ll have to choose Jesus, Padre Ernesto!”

“As in, someone to play Jesus. You already choses Jesus. Clearly.”

“Ah. Do I have to?”

“Well, it was Padre Edmundo who picked every year.”

“So now you have to.”

“Then we'll get your Jesus get on the donkey.”

“And people will put down palm leaves.”

“Just like in the Scriptures!”

“And there will be fireworks!”

Ernesto’s face lit up. “Oh, I love firewor--”

“There is definitely no mention on fireworks in the Scriptures,” Padre Juan cut him off, his voice a little tighter. Ernesto frowned and seemed about to protest, but paused when he noticed Miguel, shaking his head frantically behind Óscar and Felipe’s back.

Not that Miguel didn’t like fireworks - he loved them - but he had seen what happened when Óscar and Felipe were allowed to handle them, and it wasn’t worth the risk. Last thing they needed was for someone to have to fetch Doctor Sanchéz because the stand-in for the Son of God had serious burns in addition to being trampled by his own frightened donkey.

Luckily, Ernesto took his input on board.

“... Right. No fireworks anywhere in the Scripture. Sorry, muchachos,” he added at Óscar and Felipe’s obvious disappointment. Padre Juan seemed relieved, but of course he had no idea how dangerous the twins could be while handling anything flammable, so he was probably thinking something boring on how they would all be spared blasphemy. “But you can pick Jesus.”

Just like that, the disappointment faded in wide grins.

“Oh! We need to make a list!”

“We could pick anyone!”

“Like Chicharrón!”

“Or Gustavo!”

“Hey now--” Ernesto began, but neither twin listened: they were out the next moment, still brainstorming names. He blinked. “... I should have reserved the right to veto especially dumb choices.”

“You should have,” Padre Juan agreed, his voice flat. It made Miguel laugh a little, watching them agree on anything.

“I can try to get them to pick someone who’d be… a better Jesus?

Ernesto grinned. “Like me,” he suggested.

“Absolutely not,” Padre Juan interjected, causing him to frown. Ah well, Miguel supposed they just weren’t meant to agree on more than one thing at a time.

“Why not?” Ernesto protested. “At least I’d look good in a loincloth.”

Just like that, Padre Juan’s pale skin turned beet red. It was a change so quick Miguel could hardly believe it. “That-- that is not the point!” he very nearly screeched. “A-and besides, our Lord was fully dressed when he entered Jerusalem!”

“Do the Scriptures say  so specifically?”

“It doesn’t say otherwise!”

“How about I suggest they pick Héctor?” Miguel asked, raising his voice a little to be heard. As Padre Juan looked away, suddenly very interested in the floor, Ernesto shrugged.

“Not as devastatingly handsome as me, but he’d make a good second choice.”

“Pride,” Padre Juan muttered under his breath, but Ernesto entirely ignored him.

“Best to find him and tell him to agree, before those two try to rope in Chicharrón.”

“Or worse yet, Gustavo.”

“Or worse yet, la Madre Superiora.”

“Well, she does have a beard, so--”

“Father Ernest!” Padre Juan protested as they laughed, causing Miguel to shut his mouth - but he still snickered - and Ernesto to turn his laughter into a cough.

"A-hem. Why don't you go find Héctor? He should be back by now,” he told him, and Miguel took the chance to leave. He really wasn’t looking forward to being there for a lecture… even if Padre Juan did tone down, lately, come to think of it. And he’d kept the promise to call him Miguel instead of Michael, too. Maybe he was learning.

But Miguel was still not risking a lecture.

“Sure! I’m bet he’ll agree,” he said, and then, with a quick nod Padre Juan, he turned to run outside, leaving Ernesto to deal with him.

***

“So, uh. Any updates?”

Father Ernest’s voice broke the brief silence, and caused John - who had been looking down at his glass for just a bit too long - to wince.

“Ah, I…” he hesitated. The urges were still there, the thoughts were still there, but he’d been trying to ignore them, push them in the back of his mind instead of letting them linger and then punishing himself for it. But God, if he didn’t stop uttering nonsense about wearing a loincloth only - and leaning in entirely too close, good God, did these people know nothing of personal space? - he didn't know what he'd do. “W-well enough. I have been fighting it.”

Father Ernesto blinked. “What?”

John looked down, his face aflame. Part of him wished he would move away, but he was also grateful for his presence, for the inexplicable fact he did not seem horrified by him. “There have been moments of weakness, but I never defiled myself - not once, I--”

“Ah. Er, that’s… great. But I meant to ask if you thought of anything that could get us funding.”

Oh. John stood quickly, pacing away a few feet and hoping against hope his face wasn’t too red. “I-- of course. I believe I thought of something,” he said, and breathed a little more easily. That was a good thing to talk about, practical, safe. He even found it in himself to look at Father Ernest in the eye. “I heard from the gravedigger… I believe you call him Chicharrón, but he never told me his Christian name.”

Father Ernest shrugged. “I don’t think he told anyone. I’m not even sure he has one.”

“That is simply not possible! He has been christened, has he no--” John began, only to trail off when Father Ernest snapped his fingers.

“Don’t get sidetracked. Priorities, remember?”

“The soul of a sheep of your flock--”

“I’ll concern myself with keeping their bellies full before I move on to their souls. You said you had an idea. What did Chicharrón tell you?”

“I… Yes. Right,” he muttered. “He mentioned the late Father Edmund was a keen photographer. He believes his equipment should still be in the parish. I… as a boy, I was keen on photography as well, and knew my way in a dark room. I was… decent at it.”

“... Congrats?”

“So, I was thinking-- a letter from me might have some leverage, but no more than many others pleas for help they are certainly getting. A few photographs to go with it might make it stand out. I can be persuasive in written word, but a photograph can speak volumes,” John explained. The more he spoke, the surer his voice got. “Perhaps if I write and send some photos taken of the progress toward true Catholicism and civilization-- don’t look at me like that, you said getting funds is the priority!”

Father Ernest rolled his eyes in a way that was decidedly unbecoming of a man of God, but he didn’t protest. “Noted,” he said, and grinned. “So we're supposed to put on the nice Sunday clothes, look good and pose for pictures? I'm good at that."

Oh, of course he is.

Skin flushing once again, John chased away the thought. "Yes, well… you are the parish priest, so I suppose… er. But I think we should photograph the children, show them studying Latin, as I suggested… and dressed well at Mass.” He paused. “They are quite well-behaved when you say Mass,” he added, ignoring the sting to his pride.

Father Ernest seemed… intrigued, if anything, and seemingly unaware of how flustered he’d gotten. “So you think that pictures of kids being good little angels in Church, maybe studying Latin, would help convince… whoever there is to convince?”

"Yes. We need to show them following the true Catholicism and leaving behind the pagan ways a small town like this would-- er,” he hesitated when Father Ernesto narrowed his eyes. “A-anyway. They will understand my efforts here are so impactful the town deserves funding,” he added.

Father Ernest raised an eyebrow. “Not exactly truthful. Sounds like I’ll have to absolve you for lying,” he laughed, but John didn’t find it funny. He knew his efforts seemed for naught, the town so entrenched in its pagan traditions, but surely in time… if he kept at it...

“It wouldn’t be complete a lie,” he finally muttered. “After all that's the path I'm leading the town on. It's just... a projection of the future."

“... Sure,” Father Ernest nodded. “All right, it’s worth a try. We’ll look for the equipment right away, and tomorrow we’ll discuss how to organize this. The sooner we get that letter and the photos through, the better.”

If they do go through, John thought. The letter he had sent to la arquidiócesis de Antequera on his concerns over the new parish priest hadn’t received a reply yet, and John was beginning to think - hope, really, maybe he’d misjudged - that it had gone lost on the way. It was not unusual for that to happen, after all, much less in a country in turmoil. Nothing he could do about that but to take the photographs, write the letter, and pray to God it would reach its destination as swiftly as possible.

“All right. I’ll ask Brother Héctor if he knows where the equipment is, as he was here for--”

“... About that, Padre Ju-- John,” Father Ernesto spoke up, standing. “I think we need to have a talk about Héctor.”

“Oh,” John said, blinking in confusion. What could it be about? “Has there been any issue?”

“Well, he may not be with us for long.”

The words hit him like a blow. “Oh! Oh my God, is he that ill?”

“... What?”

“I had noticed-- he was paler-- seemed upset over something, like he did not sleep well, but I thought-- is there nothing the doctor can do?” John managed, grasping the crucifix hanging from his neck. He would never argue the will of God, but it seemed such a horrible waste and tragedy - a gifted young man with the makings of a great man, taken from them too soon. In his dread, he didn’t even take notice of how close Father Ernest was - close enough he could see the confusion etched in his features.

“Wait, what? No, no!” he exclaimed, holding up his hands. “He’s not dying! I mean-- he might not be in the Church for long.”

“Oh.” John breathed out a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank God-- wait, what? He means to leave the Church?"

"Well, possibly. It depends on--"

“We must talk him out of it!” John exclaimed. “He shows so much promise, it would be a downright shame--” he trailed off when Father Ernest raised a hand.

“He’s questioning his calling and we won’t talk him out of anything. That’s exactly what I meant to talk about.”

John gaped. “But--”

“You wouldn’t want him to take the vows only to regret it ten years down the line, would you?”

The thought made John pause, and whatever he was about to retort died in his throat. It hadn’t occurred to him that anyone could regret taking the vows but then again, unlike him, Héctor had a choice. He could lead a normal life, marry a woman, have children and be blessed. John… could never. The Church, his mission, was all that there was; outside it there was only perdition. Things would be different for Héctor, should he choose not to take the vows.  

“I…” he sighed, and looked away. “... No, I would not. You are right. He must act according to conscience.”

“It’s good to see we’re on the same page,” Father Ernest said, a smile in his voice, and put a hand on John’s shoulder. It made him tense, the hair on his neck standing on end - oh God while did he keep touching him - but he didn’t seem to realize it at all. “I appreciate it. I know it can’t be easy, just letting him go.”

“W-well, he is a good pupil, and I would miss teaching him--”

“And he’s good looking too, I guess, so I could understand the attraction, but he doesn’t swing that way, at least as far as I know,” Father Ernest added, and suddenly the tension turned to confusion. John blinked up at him.

“What… what are you talking about?”

Father Ernest rolled his eyes. “Come on, no need to keep up the act. I know your, er, affliction, remember? I know you want Héctor, I can tell - can’t hide a thing from me,” he laughed, clearly unaware of the horrified look spreading on John’s features. “No worries, he won’t know--”

“What-- when-- no!” John screeched, tearing himself out of his grasp and taking a few steps back. He clutched even harder at the crucifix. “I-- I would never! He’s like-- a pupil, a younger brother-- to abuse my position and authority to sway him--!” he felt disgusted at the mere thought, and his knees wobbled.

Have you done anything to your brother? Your sisters!

Never!

You will, if given the chance! There’s no depravity a sodomite would not commit.

“Hey hey-- all right, my bad!” Father Ernest was saying, holding up his hands. He seemed confused. “I assumed, since you spent so much time-- huh. It wasn’t Héctor you, er. Lusted for?”

“No,” John croaked. “It was never him! Please-- oh God, please, believe me!”

“Fine, fine,” the other man said quickly. “I believe you. Lo siento. Calm down. I just-- who is it, then? I can’t think of anyone else you’re around usually that doesn’t want to kick in your teeth every hour of the--oh. Oh.”

The look on Father Ernest’s face - the realization - filled John with dread, shame, and an odd sort of relief in equal parts. Now that he knew, oh God he knew, there was no way he could keep standing there in his presence. He would fall apart if he had to stay another moment, and he’d crumble if he had to talk about it.

“I… I’m sorry, I need… need to find the camera. And equipment. Excuse me,” he added, and almost ran past him, to the door. Part of him feared he’d grab his shoulder again, but he didn’t, and he did not call out.

Father John Johnson burst out of the sacristy, heart beating somewhere on his throat and mind reeling, and left with quick steps before anybody could walk by to see him in that sorry state - leaving a very confused, and certainly disgusted, Father Ernesto behind.

***

Well, now that was a surprising turn of events.

Ernesto had been so sure it was Héctor that Padre Juan had the hots for, he hadn’t considered any other possibility. It seemed so obvious, with the time he spent playing his mentor… but then again, maybe it was not.

With poor Juan horrified as he was by his inclinations, it actually made more sense for him to avoid the true object of his desire… who, luckily for him, tended to stay out of the way most of the time, muttering about errands no one knew a thing about.

“Gustavo, of all people. Would have never guessed,” he muttered to no one in particular, leaving the sacristy. The guy seemed awfully dour, and as far as Ernesto was concerned he had the physical appeal of a raw potato. Not that Juan, pudgy as he was, looked much better. With that pale skin, straw-like hair and watery eyes, he looked odd. Not necessary ugly, just… odd. Exotic, in a way, but nowhere near good-looking, that was for sure. Just peculiar.

With a shrug, Ernesto pushed the thought out of his mind. Padre Juan was nowhere to be seen as he walked through the chapel and into the yard, but he did find Miguel and the twins, talking to Héctor and - well, look at that - Imelda. Sister Gisela. Whichever.

With some luck, she wouldn’t be keeping her name in Christ for much longer.

“Oh! Padre Ernesto!” Miguel called out suddenly, waving his arm. “Héctor is gonna be Jesus! Óscar and Felipe agreed and are looking for a fake beard!”

With a laugh, Ernesto clapped a hand on Héctor’s shoulder. “Perfect! I’m sure you’ll do great.”

“As long as I don’t fall off the donkey,” Héctor smiled. “I did, once.”

“Because it had been stung by a wasp and panicked,” Imelda pointed out, and smiled. It was a fond smile, and it made her all the more beautiful. It wasn’t hard to see why Héctor had fallen so hopelessly for her. She turned to Ernesto. “My sisters and I will help pick palm branches for you to bless.”

He nodded. “Perfect. Hopefully, donations will be enough to ensure a steady supply of food. Padre Juan has a plan, too, and it’s not too bad. We’ll talk about it as soon as we can get--”

“What if the army comes to take the food?” Miguel asked suddenly, looking up. It was a very real risk, they knew it. The smile on Imelda’s face froze, and Héctor’s expression turned grave.

“We’ll keep it hidden. We won’t let them starve any of us for feed their ranks,” Imelda spoke, her voice tight. She spoke like she was stating the tenets of the universe, and Ernesto had to admire that; if how she’d behaved in the Ramírez household was anything to go by, she might just decide to really try and stop them.

And get herself killed, of course. When the Federales came demanding anything, you had to give them what they wanted... and count yourself lucky they just demanded supplies and not men. He would know: he’d been one of them, raiding town after town to keep himself fed, so he could keep marching and fighting a war he didn’t give a damn about.

But not here, they won’t. This is my town, my parish, my people. Mine. They can’t have them.

Ernesto looked back, towards the edge of the town - the desert he’d come from - before glancing back at them. Miguel had turned to look at him; of course everyone would think he was looking for reassurance from the parish priest, but that was only because they didn’t know what Miguel did. He knew he was not a priest. He knew he had been one of them… and told no one.

Ernesto made an effort to smile, and ruffled Miguel’s hair. “If Federales come,” he said slowly, thinking back of what Gustavo had said about the wine and rat poison, “let them take what they will, and reap the rewards.”

***

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Ernesto's amazing deductive skills at work:

#pixar coco #ernesto de la cruz #miguel rivera #hector rivera #imelda rivera #oscar rivera #felipe rivera #coco #fake priest au

[elejah-wonderland]

An  Officer and A Gentleman/2

Fanfiction

Part 2

AU TVD/TO story- crossover with SealsTeam/Top Gun, the movie

Elijah Mikaelson x reader/Elena Gilbert

ft Angel and Buffy

Intro: Elijah Mikaelson is a Navy Seals operative, same as Angel S. Booth. They are sent to Top Gun, navy strike fighter tactics instructor program, for a special course called the Hybrid Seals Program (this is fanfiction, so all is invented!). There he will meet the aero-space engineer and instructor Y/N/Elena Gilbert. Having their heart broken due to life’s circumstance and such - they will try to learn to love again.

a/n: thanks so much for reading this most unusual crossover. But, Dg is so dashing in uniform, so I guess I had to write Elijah Mikaelson as an Officer, who is also a gentleman! lol. xoxo

tags

@rissyrapp20 @goddessofthunder112 @elejahforever @captainshurley @hides2000 @cassienoble2000

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Later that night, Angel and Elijah found themselves discussing Y/N/E and Buffy.

"When they said Code name Slayer, and your Buffy came in, I really thought wtf, but wow - the tactic and strategic plans she showed were genius." - Elijah said.

"She has a rype of logic I have always admired."- Angel said-"whenever we were given a task and she lead the team, we have always made it first, with no casulties. Sometimes it felt like she would go through plans like a computer or knew all the moves the enemy would do." - Angel explained.

"I know you two have history, but - she looks like an ice-queen. Did you see how she spoke to Lockwood."-Elijah said-"and when you addressed an issue, she kind of looked right through you."

"Yeah, she changed. And - ahm - there are things  I've never told you about her and me."

"Oh?"

Angel now told him about how he went to stop the wedding -

Flashback

New York, Years back

"What are you doing here?" - Buffy asked Angel extremely pissed off as he stepped out and said that he had something to say.

"I love you. I made a huge mistake when I let you go. I just had to come and - please - I know how it looks-"

Andrew, Buffy's fiance and a husband to be now punched Angel.

"Fuck" - Elijah said-"I would never think you'd do something like that. You are always so rational."

"When it comes to her I forget -my head- everything"

"What happened? I guess she still married the man!?" - Elijah said.

"Yes. She was three months pregnant. And -"

"What?"

"The baby was still born." - Angel said.

"Oh, damn."

"Please keep this to yourself." - Angel said.

"Of course. Hey, this is serious stuff."

"I heard that the marriage broke down and she - went to teach on West Point. Later got into Pentagon."- Angel said.

"Is she kind of the reason why you split with Brennan?" - Elijah now asked.

"No. Brennan wanted me back in FBI, start a family, but I just -"

"You run from it." - Elijah concluded.

"I can't settle. I tried and - just can't."- Angel admitted.

"You two never really had closure, did you?"

Angel sighed-

"Well, I didn't. And seeing her today, it felt like a boomerang hit me. I don't know if I can survive another class- but- hey, talking about surviving classes- you changed colours when  Sunny aka Y/N/E came in."

"Don't even start. Damn! Her of all women out there had to be an instructor.”- Elijah now smiled chucking -”I asked her to have coffee with me" - 

"You didn't?"

"I did. She wants to know about the Mig!" - Elijah raised his eyebrow.

"You told her about that?"

"It came out. But she has read the report already. She has got access to classified files." - Elijah replied.

"You used the Mig to go out with her. What are you doing? She is our instructor. You could get kicked out. And not to mention you are on a huge rebound." -Angel reminded his friend.

"Who says I am going to marry her. And I am very well aware that she is our instructor. So damn beautiful and brainy, though."-Elijah said with a smirk on his face.       

"You are playing with fire and I really hope you won’t get burnt.”

"I crushed and burnt already- twice. Who says we can't have fun?! No emotions. Just fun!"

"Well, it's good she is off limits in a way, cuz you are talking like a jerk." - Angel said.

"Maybe. She didn't brush me off."- Elijah said taking a swag of beer.

"I have a feeling she will."- Angel said.

"Let's wait and see."

🚫

In her aparment, Y/N/E thought about Elijah as well. It's been a long time she had taken notice of a guy and flirted with one. She agreed to have coffee with him. What was she thinking? Just cancel it, Y/N/E. There is nothing to it. It's just a harmless cup of coffee and you will get info on the Mig first hand. That's all. What else is there?

But, thinking of him and that smouldering look he gave her as he left make her feel all fuzzy inside.Y/N/E shook her head and now putting the take away on her plate she put some music on. Then pouring herself a glass of wine she went to the balcony to eat.

There she was. Eating alone. And it has been like this for years now. She would get her take away out. Get a glass of wine. Listen to some music. Work on the design. Maybe watch a movie. Go to bed. Get up. Go to work.

Flashback A year ago

"Hey" - Y/N/E said as she picked up her phone.

"Hey" - Caroline said-"I am coming over in a couple of days. Long weekend to be exact. And we are having fun."

"What?"

"I spoke to Damon and he said you are - you! You just work and work and work."

Y/N/E sighed-"Care, I really can't this weekend. I have to prepare for a conference and then I have to mark the finals when I get back, plus I am working on the new design for a fighter jet."

"Ok. I know Ms Smarty pants - next weekend then? They do give you time off. Well, it's actually you who loads herself with work and more work."- Caroline was not letting her friend off the hook so easily and Y/N/E knew that she wouldn't so she looked at the diary now and told the blonde-

"I - have some time off -last weekend in June."

"Good. I will be there and don't you dare find an excuse or cancel. Ok. Bye. Talk later." - Caroline said and hung up.

Two weeks later, Caroline was there, in Annapolis. And she had a full program of girly fun. They went for lunch and a guy flirted a bit with Y/N/E, making her get dismissive was tense. Later that evening, Caroline had to address the issue of Y/N/E completely burying herself into work, and the way she reacted to the man.

"Y/N/E, I know it hurt like hell when Stefan died, but, you are allowed to live - a little. More than a little.

" I can't do it, Caroline"-Y/N/E said.

"Stefan would want you to go out there and - have fun. It's been -more than a year."

"I don't care if it's been a year or thousand years - I just - can't. I don't think I ever will."- Y/N/E said annoyed a tad bit.

"Ok. Maybe not right now. But you are only 26. One day you might meet a guy and fall in love. And it's ok - to fall in love again"

"I am not interested. I will never fall in love again. My heart died with him"- Y/N/E now looked away as her eyes filled with tears.

"Hey - I’m sorry- I didn' t mean to be insensitive. Ok. let’s got out - ice cream or something- tell me about this new jet"

Y/N/E now gulped and tried to dismiss the butterflies rumbling inside of her stirred by the very thought of Elijah. She needed a distraction, and called Buffy now. The two instructors met a few days ago as they arrived and clicked on immediately.

"Do you want to go out for a drink?" - Y/N/E said-"My bff Damon is in the movies with his boyfriend. They asked me to go with them, but I don't want to be the third wheel."

"Yeah, ok. Ocean Mystic bar?" -Buffy said.

"Yes. See you in ten."- Y/N/E said.

And soon, the women met up there, greeted by the new bar owner, their friend Lorenzo St. John.

"Enzo- you're back? Caroline said you won't be back till end of the month?"- Y/N/E said as the two friends hugged.

"I came down  earlier cuz I need to finalize the paper work."- the man explained-"I have some news - also bought the Ocean Drive Diner."

"OMG! Seriously?" -Y/N/E said happy to hear the news.

"Yeah, Caroline convinced me that she will make it into a hip place. And we all loved hanging out there."

"You  so had enough of L. A., ha?" - Y/N/E continued.  

"Totally. It feels good to be back, O tell you that."- Enzo said.

"I say so, too."- Y/N/E said.

"Ok, the drinks are on the house, I will leave you two now."

"Oh, I completely forgot. This is Buffy, the new tactic/strategy instructor."- Y/N/E introduced the blonde.

"Nice to meet you."- Enzo said-"I hope you like it here."

"I see that you are a good happy clique. No one made so welcome ever." - Buffy said.

"That's how we roll here" - Enzo said, and with a little see you later went.

Y/N/E and Buffy went on to chat about Y/N/E and her friends and their lives as teenagers and how they remained still so close, even though life had set them apart at one point.

Buffy remembered her friends, but also how their friendship fell apart and they stopped calling one another.

All in all, the evening went to recalling good and sad moments.

Buffy now also shared to Y/N/E her story with Angel.

🚫

In the morning

Y/N/E played with her phone, as she parked in front of the Ocean Drive Diner where she agreed she would meet Elijah. 

     As she was about to call him, she saw him sit inside already waiting for her. 

      She gulped hard. Again the fuzzy, but now even butterfly-like feelings rushed back in right through her.

"Bite the bullet" - Y/N/E said to herself trying to steady herself, checking her make up in the review mirror unconsciously and then put the phone back in her bag and got out of her Porsche.

As she entered, she kind of straightened her shirt and with a very serious and semi-professional demeanour walked to where Elijah was sitting. 

Hearing her say hello to the waitress, Elijah looked up, giving her a little smile. 

"You are early" -  Y/N/E said as she sat down.

"I see you work on military precision." - Elijah said. 

“Always”- she replied and now turned to the waitress telling her what she would have-

"Coffee. Milk. No sugar. And bluberry pancakes."

"Bluberry pancakes?!" - Elijah said-"Me too."

The waitress went and Y/N/E went straight to the point, taking out the sheet of questions from her briefcase. 

"You are very efficient." - Elijah remarked taking the paper looking at the questions.

"I need specifics" - Y/N/E said-"it would be so great if you would be as precise as you can be."

"Right. I - must say that I am amazed at -"

Elena cut in before he could funish kind of knowing what he was getting at-

"How come a girly me is into something so- masculine?"

"I didn't mean to say that - I don't do stereotypes."- Elijah said defensively. One of our best Seals operatives was a woman, who got us out from a right jam."

"I'm sorry - I didn't mean to - cut in like that. But - I do get some of the stereotype comments. Anyway, I seriously will appreciate you doing this."

"Yeah, no problem. Still how come you love planes so much."

"My dad." - Y/N/E said-"He was a NASA pilot.”

 “Gilbert! John Gilbert? He is your dad? The one that - " - Elijah stopped there as he knew about John Gilbert's fatal crash.

"Yes. The one that died on the test flight in 1990. I was one years old."- Y/N/E resumed.

"Oh. Yes- I’m sorry”- Elijah said with a genuinely heartfelt voice.

Elena now lowered her defences and continued-

"Thanks. It’s all - because of him, I wanted to be an astronaut, but I ended up constructing planes, and teaching areo-space dynamics. But talking about great dads, yours is right up there, too."

"Well, I would not say that he is that brilliant. Well, maybe as an NCIS investigator, but lousy as a father."

Y/N/E could see that she inadvertently hit the nerve there. It was good that the pancakes came as she now gushed how much she missed the way they made them there, adding loads of cream, Elijah commented-

"You have -a real sweet tooth."

"The sweetest.This will cost me extra hours in the gym later." - Y/N/E now put a lot of cream on the pancakes.

"Who parties hard needs to work hard" - Elijah said as he tucked in his pancakes, putting the same amount of cream on.

And somehow the conversation swayed to food and the diner. She told him that her friend had bought the place. Not long after Enzo arrived and Y/N/E now introduced Elijah to her friend and the new owner. 

"Well, if you leave the old menu and maybe add something I will sure come here when I can. The military food is good enough, but this is very much like home cooking. Reminds me so much of home."

"And home is?" - Enzo asked.

"New Orleans." - Elijah replied.

"OMG. Love the Big Easy. Caroline, dreams of a Honeymoon there."-Enzo said.

Y/N/E now remembered it and  shot - "She is giving you hints again! It's time you proposed."

"I am."- Enzo now got the little box out now.

"Wow. You bought the ring?!" - Y/N/E said enthusiastically. 

"Yeah, and when she gets here. I will propose on her birthday. That’s the plan."

"Really? This is so great! But you know that she is having a themed disco birthday party. The 70s!"- Y/N/E reminded her friend.

"Yes, of course. I want to do it in front of all our friends cuz you all were going on about it for the last 10 years."

"More than ten years"- Y/N/E said-"You've been together since you were 16."

"And we got together on the 70s dance!" - Enzo remembered the night he finally plucked up courage to tell Caroline how he felt about her.

"Omg, yeah. I forgot. Oh, it's going to be perfect." - Y/N/E gushed. Her eye then caught Elijah sitting quietly sipping his coffee.

"I am sorry- I didn't mean to be rude- we haven't seen each other for a long time and - there is so much happening."

"Hey- no big. I can see. It's totally fine. Anyway, I have a class at 11:00 and need to get changed for it. Today is also our test flight at 14:00, so I will see you at the hanger, Sunny."- Elijah stood up-"I'll get these."

Elijah now turned to Enzo congratulating him on him proposing to his long standing girlfriend and wished him good luck. He then went, getting on his bike, driving away speedily.

Y/N/E felt bad because she lost herself chatting with Enzo. But it was the talk of proposal that cut Elijah and dampened his mood. 🚫

At the baracks, Angel met Elijah as they were about to go to the class asking him about the coffee.

"Good." - Elijah replied without any particular emotion, kind of absent-minded.

"I knew this would turn out bad."- Angel said-"she kicked you to the curb, right?"

"No. She was actually nice. It was really good."

"So,what's with the face then?"

"Nothing. We got to go to the class." - Elijah said and shut down.

Angel just shook his head.

Later, at the hanger, Y/N/E came to Elijah and apologized for leaving him kind of dry at the diner.

"Hey, don't sweat."

"Ok. Ahm, Enzo is having an official opening cuz he is the new owner of Mystic Ocean, too -and - I'd like to buy you a drink - to say sorry."

"Yeah, ok." - Elijah accepted a smile curling up at the end of his mouth.

"Saturday, 20:00, and it's a kareoke night." - Y/N/E said putting a little smile on.

Elijah now smiled back at Y/N/E understanding the hint. Suddenly, his heart perked up and the world had a sunny outlook. 

____

Later that evening Mystic Ocean bar

Damon, Kai, Y/N/E and Enzo sat down together and it nearly felt like a school reunion. Caroline was on facetime.

"Oh, I hate that I can't be there right now. But I am definitely there on Saturday, even though I have to get back to L. A. to wrap up things here. Can't wait to be with you guys. Oh, and prepare yourself for the craziest birthday party ever. It's not every day I turn 30. Ok. Got to go now. Don't have too much fun."

Everyone said in one voice that they won't, which was not true.

In L. A. Caroline now went to the bathroom and took another pregnancy test.

She looked at the stick, which was the fifth she took.

"And - you're pregnant, girl." - she muttered to herself. She smiled a bit. She was happy, but with her and Enzo having bought the new businesses, this was not the ideal time to have a baby. But, this was Caroline. Life and challenges were her speciality. She knew Enzo loved her to bits and they got through thick and thin, starting from zero, and worked hard to get where they were now.

She now sent Y/N/E a message to call her when she came home, writing -

Y/N/E saw the message and read-

"Code red."  That meant there was something serious to discuss.

Kai, Damon and Enzo were now discussing Care's coming birthday party and the 70s theme.

"Don't tell me she is going to make us wear glitter." - Kai said.

"Yes" - Enzo replied-"and if you don't come properly dressed, no free booze."

"Well, I know I will do a Billy Idol" - Damon said.

"She specifically said Disco!" - Enzo remarked-"and isn't Billy Idol 80s?"

"So 80s."- Y/N/E said-"remember Matt dying his hair blonde to be Billy Idol"

And from there on, it was remember this and remember that, which also brought loads of memories of Stefan back. But strangely, Y/N/E could speak about him and not feel her heart clump up as it would have done a year ago.

Later as they were leaving the bar, Damon said this-

"For the first time in a long time we talked about him and it felt - I don't know how to say it - good, but I was not feeling like my heart was going to burst that he was gone, and could not be here with us."

"He is always with us. We should talk about him. Because if we don't it's like he was never here, and - I don't that. He was everything to me."-Y/N/E said.

"Does that mean - ok- I am all for you starting to date someone else-"

"What? I am not dating anybody." - Y/N/E now said.

"It's ok, YN/E. Hey, You don't need my or anybody's permission to start dating again."

"Oh, Enzo told you" - Y/N/E now clicked where this was coming from.

"He just mentioned that you had coffee with one of the pilots. But don't get mad with Enzo now for - telling us."

"I just had coffee with him. And it was work related."- Y/N/E kind of defended herself-"and you guys are like High School revisited." 

Y/N/E went off at Damon, and he knew her so well as she would not be so defensive if there was not something going on.

"Omg. I think you've fallen for the guy. "- Damon said.

"Shut up, Damon."

Y/N/E was clearly not in the mood and Damon let it be.

In the car, Y/N/E, not wanting to think about what Damon voiced out, now called Caroline, who, of course had spoken to Enzo as well, and now brought up the coffee with the Lieutenant.

"I just had Damon on my case. Can I not just have a coffee with a guy?"

"Ah, you had a coffee with a guy! Nothing big?! Right!? You never have coffee with just a guy! This so means something." - Caroline now went on, letting it off.

Y/N/E now said that it was work related and that she could not talk about it, cause it was classified.

"Ok. But can you at least describe him. You know Enzo, he just said, a navy officer and that he owned a Norton Commander bike"

"Enzo is right. He is just a navy guy. I've seen hundreds of them and taught hundreds of them. Nothing special." - Y/N/E replied.

"Ugh! You can be so - ugh sometimes."

"Is that code red - wanting to know about my coffee?"

"Ahm, yeah and no. I - should've called it code blue. Cuz I'm pregnant!" - Caroline now shot out.

"You what? Omg!" - Y/N/E was bummed, but happily bummed - "This is so great."

"Talking about classified stuff. Enzo doesn't know yet. I want to tell him at my birthday. I want to surprise him."

"Right. Ok. Top secret it is."

Y/N/E now thought of Enzo having a surprise of her own prepared. Y/N/E now felt like a double agent.

The women now went gushing over the news.

This was the good news they all needed, as there was plenty of heartache for Caroline, as well having lost her mom to cancer when she graduated from High School. And having to fend through, working at the same diner, she part owned now, putting herself through business school.

⚠️

At the baracks

 Elijah was on the phone, talking to his sister Rebekah.

"I have 4 days off and I am flying down to see you."

"Wow, are you serious? It's a long flight from Australia. I won't be able to see you much. Only in the evening." - Elijah said.

"I don't care. Cuz I will have nothing free till Christmas and God knows where you will be sent next. And I want to hear what the hell happened with Hayley? What was this message that she got married?!" - Rebekah said.

Elijah sighed a little now saying - "Tell you about it when you get here. Though it's not worth it."

They now chatted a little bit about their mom and her new husband.

⚠️

The days that followed where all about work and their duties.

Both Elijah and Y/N/E, as well as Angel and Buffy were keeping it very professional. Whatever was going on inside of them was kept under wraps, and they solely concentrated on work.

For Angel, it was a great exercise to show restraint and keep it together. His heart was even more in love with Buffy than ever before. Elijah, who first claimed that he would not let any of his feeling be stirred again by any woman, was now day in and day out, completely shaken by Y/N/E. How she got under his skin so fast was mind-boggling. Angel still maintained the theory that this was  all about the rebound feelings, but Elijah was not sure. This woman moved him in ways not other had done before. 

Flashback

Angel came up to Elijah as he now said bye to Y/N/E after discussing the flight. He stood gazing at Y/N/E like he was lost in a dream.

“You’re gone.”- Angel said-”but you know now about her fiancé. Stefan Salvatore.”

“I know. Damn! She had one too many heartbreaks.”- Elijah sighed and said-”I wish I could - make it better.”

“You - you have fallen her”

“She is everything - beautiful, smart, funny - and she loves planes - engines - I can talk to her for hours about it and she will not be bored.”

“I know exactly how you feel.”- Angel said.

____

A few days later

 Y/N/E was still at her office working on the design ideas as Elijah knocked at the door.

"Hello" - Y/N/E looked up as he came in.

"How can I help you, Lt. Mikaelson?"

" I have completed the sheet with your questions, M'am. "- Elijah said now handing Y/N/E the paper.

" Ah, thank you."- Y/N/E took it.

"Working late?!"- Elijah remarked.

"Yes."- Y/N/E replied briefly just look at Elijah in a awkward kind of manner. It was like she lost the power of speech for a moment. Her eyes where like - is there something else you wanted? I am busy here.

Elijah got the strange vibe off of her and now nodded a little saying -

"I will see you."

Y/N/E nodded and Elijah left the office.

Y/N/E sat down to continue the work, but she could not concentrate. Slamming back at the chair she rubbed her face with her hands, exhaling deep. What the hell was that? All week she was fine around him. And now - she was like a teenager, from one moment to the next, she lost it. She closed the laptop and gathered all her things, and left the office.

And, then like a curse had set in on her, the Porsche now didn't want to start. She tried over and over, but it was not budging.

Frustrated, she now got out and put the hood up. She knew about plane engines, and all the supersonic stuff, and she soon could diagnose that the battery was flat.

Put the hood down, she nearly jumped seeing Elijah standing there-

"OMG- you scared the Hell out of me."- Y/N/E now said.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to. Just saw you with the hood up. Can I help?"

"No. Battery is dead. I will have to get it towed in the morning. I am going to get a taxi." - Y/N/E said.

"I can take you. If  - that's ok?" - Elijah offered.

"You're fine. I’ll get a taxi." - Y/N/E said feeling now again the fuzziness rise up in her.

"It takes forever for them to get put here. Really it is not a problem."

Y/N/E knew that this was the most sensible idea, and nodded now as a yes.

She now got her laptop and her bag out of the car.

Elijah now gave her his helmet, and he put his pilot one on.

"Ok? "- Elijah said as he got on the bike, and Elena as well.

"Yep."- Y/N/E answered as she now circled her arms around his waist.

A second later they drove off. 

                 Y/N/E tried so hard for her heart not to give her out as she now could not control it anymore. Her temperature was surely rising being so close to him.

❤️I'm so into you, I can barely breathe And all I wanna do is to fall in deep

But close ain't close enough 'til we cross the line So name a game to play, and I'll roll the dice, hey

Having reached the destination, meaning the apartment block where Y/N/E lived, she now thanked the handsome Lieutenant for the ride.

"Any time." - Elijah said.

"Yeah. I - will see you - tomorrow. Good night."

"Good night." - Elijah said back and - they stood there looking at one another like enchanted, her trying desperately to calm her heart that was feeling a thousand butterflies swarm up.

Oh baby, look what you started The temperature's rising in here Is this gonna happen? Been waiting and waiting for you to make a move Before I make a move💖

#Elijah Mikaelson #Elijah Mikaelson x reader #tvd fanfiction #Fanfiction #angel x buffy #Elena Gilbert #crossover #alternative universe

[15001700tt]

Movie Nights

Movie Nights

Junmyeon x @peachangkyvn

A/N: or reader insert if you want

Supernatural AU, Werewolf, vampire and witch AU

Word count: 2,553

Little something I did so I can get creativity back!

its also inspired by Suho’s ice cream truck by @tsucheri​

Moving out is supposed to be the best experience ever, considering that most people move out to go to another city, looking for a job, adventure, and freedom from the past and the parents. But not this case, I moved out and stayed in the same town with the same past and the same friends. The streak of adventure didn't come from my surroundings,. It came from me and my selective friends that I've decided to keep. I admit moving to another city was tempting but not as tempting as my dream apartment and dream job. Which is funny because usually, that's somewhere else other than your hometown. Nevertheless, it's my life and I am content.

I have kept the same group of friends that I can with the exception of those who moved away, and it's not like I didn't make new friendships, I made plenty. My neighbors are the sweetest. My apartment building is built so that three apartments were on each floor. On my left, I had a cute college couple that is barely home but when they are, never fail to invite me over to dinners. And on my right, an old classmate from high school that is very shy.

His name is Kim Junmyeon, his shyness didn't seem to be a barrier between him and people, he had quite a lot of friends. So when he bumped into me the day I was moving in it was no surprise that he would greet me and act like we're closer than we really were. But after a while, I got used to it, because to be honest, he was just really friendly.

I got introduced into his group of friends and they welcomed me with open arms, they called it ‘ a fresh breath of estrogen’. Like I mentioned he's friends with a lot of people but his closest were 8 men who seemed more like overgrown puppies than anything.

But there was one thing he didn't share with his friends, our movie nights on Wednesdays. It was the middle of the week and somehow both of us have that day free with his busy schedule and mine. But a month after I moved in, he invited me to a movie. And I the tradition stuck. Usually, it was at mines, but if he was practically lazy, we would spend it at his.

It was purely platonic from both ends, except a little detail. In high school, I had a huge crush on him and we weren't that close to even have a conversation beyond greetings. I am a grown woman now and those feelings disappeared.

The movie nights continued, now its been almost two years and the tradition is still upheld, except now its once a month since it was getting harder with their ever-changing schedules and work. Junmyeon never really misses them but there are times where he does, and those times that he does miss, the next day he looks like a complete wreck.

It happened again so I decided that maybe his immune system is getting weaker as he exhausts himself more at work. I made him some porridge and packed some medicines before making my way next door. It was around 8 at night. Before I could even knock I heard a couple of voices inside that sounded strangely like Chanyeol and Sehun.

“What do you mean?” he hissed.

“They’ve been circling your apartment building for the last couple of nights”

“so they already know that I am here”

“They can smell her on you, it won't be long before they figure it out,” Sehun stated back.

“You really have to tell her, it's getting more dangerous as the years pass, and now the damn danger is right outside your door,” Chanyeol adds in.

“But it's not even possible, tonights a full moon which means that my scent should overtake hers” he paused. His head turned to the door, his eyes widened.

I ran back into my apartment before he could open the door. My heart was beating erratically as I tried to take a few breaths to calm it. I have no idea what they meant but they sounded serious and they're never that serious and they weren't making any sense anyway.

I tried to push it far away from my mind as I can. I decided that I’ll just sleep this off.

“You know, when I said I can help you with anything, I really didn't mean it like this” a voice hissed into the night as they sneaked into her apartment.

“I never thought I’d have to do this. I thought I had enough time” another snapped back

“You had more than 6 years you dumbass!” they sounded strangely like Minseok, Junmyeon, and Sehun.

Just do it so we can get out of here in time.” a new voice sighed, Chanyeol. A snap was heard in the silence of the night. And then another one.

“It's not working.” Minseok sighed.

“What do you mean?” Chanyeol and Sehun whispered.

“There's a block between her memories and my magic, somethings wrong” he frowned.

“You said this would work if she’s sleeping” Junmyeon stated

“That’s how it works, but somehow it's not working for her.”

“Maybe I am not completely sleeping.” I turned and opened my eyes fully. The four men jumped away from my bed.

“Uhh, I can explain” Junmyeon stuttered. Sehun glanced at his watch, he nudged Chanyeol.

“What the hell are you guys doing?” I snapped.

“Uhhh were very sorry, well explain later, but we have to go” Chanyeol hurried and dragged the three other men out her front door.

“Oh no, you don't” I ran out and slammed my front door and throwing open his.

“You're explaining now.”

“You can't be here.” Minseok ushered but I wouldn't budge. My eyes were glued to the sight in front of me. Junmyeon, Chanyeol, and Sehun turned a sickly yellow before collapsing in the living room. Junmyeon laid on his couch while the tall men laid on the ground as they started to groan in pain.

“Wh-whats happening to them?” I stuttered. Normal people don't turn yellow in a span of three seconds. Minseok glanced at the clock and sighed.

“3 minutes before midnight” he murmured.

“Why is that important, they need help” I scrambled to my own apartment. I looked for any painkillers but couldn't find any, damn I need to buy some. I discarded the thought and went to get some towels and ice-cold water.

When I made my way back to the apartment, Minseok sprang up to his feet.

“You're back!” his confused voice rang in my head. I am back, in the danger zone, oh well fuck it, they need my help.

“Help me turn Chanyeol over,” I ordered him as I made my way to Chanyeol’s side to roll him on his back.

“Ohh I wouldn't touch him right now,” he warned. “He's in a lot of pain, he's also not in his right mind he mig-” he was caught off by the sound of feet entering the room. Baekhyun, Jongdae, and Jongin. They looked shocked to find me here with a towel in my hand near Chanyeol.

“Fine,” I mumbled and pressed the cold cloth to the back of his neck instead. I made my way to Sehun and pressed a cloth to his forehead and did the same with Junmyeon.

“Shes not freaking out” Jongin whispered to Baekhyun, he nodded as he observed me.

“I can hear you” I turned to the pair. A rapid knock broke our intense stare off before I went to get it. It was Kyungsoo and Yixing who looked frazzled and in a hurry and not happy to see me at all.

“No no you cannot be here” Yixing rasped out. Kyungsoo gently pushed her inside and closed the door behind Yixing.

“They made their way to the living room where the rest were.

“They know she's here.” Kyungsoo filled them in as the sick boys groaned.

“What is going on?” I tried to ask but they weren't really listening to me anymore.

“YO! Who knows I am here?” their heads snapped to her direction.

“Bad people really bad people” Yixing stated.

“Shes not freaking out” Kyungsoo murmured.

“Yeah, I am confused too” Jongdae answered. Minseok rolled his eyes before turning to me and baring his very animalistic fangs at me and changing his normal brown eye color to a blood red.

“Vampire” he pointed at himself and then pointing towards Jongin and Baekhyun “The same thing” before pointing toward Kyungsoo and Yixing and Baekhyun and saying

“Shapeshifters” my eyes were wide t this point.

“These three are werewolves, I am guessing,” I said in the most casual voice I can muster. I paused before continuing, “I am guessing with the full moon and all”

“You're smart” Baekhyun winked at me, immediately Minseok hit his arm.

“You're not human are you?” he said as he gave me a pointed look. I cringed. This is why I didn't want to move, but I am regretting that choice now.

“I am a descendant.” I sighed as I revealed my past.

“What the hell is that?” Jongdae asked.

“She has witch genes in her blood but she’s not a witch” Kyungsoo explains.

“I can make potions though, it's cool” I murmur as I rotate the cold cloths on the heavy breathing Junmyeon. His eyes were turning a slightly golden, I brushed my hand against his hot skin.

“I am his mate aren't I?” I state, silence overtakes the room. They all nod their heads in silence.

I bite my lips before mentally searching for the list of things I need to be able to at least help Junmyeon.

“Have you called Hyo Gun and Sang-Soo yet? I can only help Junmyeon at this point” I stated as I stared at the stoic boys in front of me, I guess they were expecting this.

I checked my watch 12:50

“Yes, they're on their way” “what do you think you're going?”

“I have most of the ingredients but I am missing some, some I am going to the convenience store keep an eye on them,” I said in a hast as I went to open the door.

“You can't, bad people are outside.” Yixing reminded me,

“Why do you think they haven't broken in yet?” I questioned, “I have a spell protecting the building and on me., ill be fine” I assured.

“I thought you said that you can't cast spells,” Kyungsoo asked

“I am half witch half descendent” I explain, “my mom was a full witch while my dad is a descendent.” nice all the secrets come out tonight. I glanced back at Junmyeon he still looked sick but was now passed out.

“I'll be fine” I assured again before walking out. I planned to go to the 24-hour convenience store for some meds and the ingredients for the healing potion I am making. As I arrived I already sensed the bad aura the three guys hanging in the back had. I kept my cool and went through the isle that I needed and gave them no attention, as they clearly knew who I am. My phone gave a shrill ring. I hastily picked it up with the bag in my hands.

“Where are you?” Baekhyun asked.

“I am almost done, I making my way back after I pay.” I glanced at the cashier and then eyed the three men. I sighed this isn't going to end well.

“I might be late” I stated before hanging up and not bothering to hear Baekhyun frantic response. I went to the register and paid for everything and started to make my way home again before noticing two things, the three men were following me, and I got a message saying that the girls are waiting for me so I wouldn't have to walk alone. I decided that if I am going to use my powers tonight I’d rather it not be in front of the sweet girls. I sighed again, I hate this. Well not my powers, the part where I damage their egos and accidentally kill them.

I set down the bags and turn to face them. I keep my face as blank as possible. They don't try to hide the fact that they are werewolves and morph right away, greenish-yellow eyes stare at mine as they stalk towards me. I feel my body already starting to prepare itself for the next spells and castings. The one in the middle is the one that goes first, a binding spell keeps him locked in his position. One of the left snarls at me, I feel offended so I blasted that one with an energy spell. The right one growls and charges towards me at full speed and I didn't have time to deter him off his track so I just put up a protection spell around me. By now the left of recovered and was snapping his jaw at me.

I don't want to play any more games so I just cast a revocation spell. The left one slowly and painfully turns into a human before dying. The right one witnessing what I just did, snapped his jaw at me and charged, this time I can see the fear in his eyes. I cast a force spell that knocks the wolf out of the day and into a nearby tree and knocks it out. The one in the center is still bound and looks very much scared. I smiled and cast a banishing spell so he can never come here again, taking one look at the knocked out wolf and the one trembling in front of me I cast forgetful spells on both of them before picking up my bags once more.

I met up with the girls and went up the apartment complex. The boys scrambled to get up. I looked at the watch to see how long it took me, 2:30 AM wow. Sang-Soo and Hyo Gun make their way straight to the two boys, while I stay back and settle in the kitchen to make the potions I need for him.

“How long does it usually last?” I asked, so I can get the measurement for the pinewood right.

“Until 4 AM” Jongin responds.

“Why do you have blood on your face” Baekhyun stated.

“Ran into a couple of omegas, they attacked me, I defended myself” I shrugged as I wiped it off. A growl rang through the air, I hurriedly went to sit next Junmyeon.

“I am here, not my blood” I reassured him, his eyes were still yellow.

“I'll kill them” it was between a growl and a snarl.

“You can't do that, I already did” I whispered. He didn't seem to be in as much pain anymore since he had the power to look shocked.

“What?” I demanded softly. “only one, there were three”

“We’re going to have a long chat” he gasped out as he went into more waves of pain.

“Fun” I rolled my eyes. I headed back into the kitchen. Once I finished the potions I needed, I made my way back into the living room.

“Great, I guess we're going to have our movie night with company.”

#exo #exo-writers-net #junmyeon #suho #halie writes #exoot9

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Prince!Luke Masterlist

a kingdom of hearts (but not of love) (ao3) - orphan_account luke/ashton M, 12k

Summary: luke's a prince. well, a prince who loves to wear dresses and loves girly things. however, he feels though he's missing that special someone in his life. although it may just change when he meets a special prince named ashton.

or the one where luke's basically a princess, ashton is his soulmate, and things get in their fucking way before they fall in love.

Cinderfella (ao3) - orphan_account luke/ashton T, 1k

Summary: "Mother, I do not want to have a ball to find my 'wife'!" Luke complains, as his mother grabs another invitation off the large pile.

"Oh, honey, you don't have to find a wife," She says, and Luke sighs, sinking back into his seat, thinking that he was finally free.

"It may be a husband," She finishes, and Luke shoots up.

"I am not gay!"

come alive and bring the thunder (ao3) - merlypops michael/luke, past luke/ashton E, 36k

Summary: Prince Luke of the Faeries is forced to marry King Michael after a War between kingdoms threatens to tear their lives apart... and maybe Luke and Michael fall in love too. Maybe.

Crowns and Riches. (ao3) - snickerz luke/ashton G, 9k

Summary: Prince Luke meets Stable Boy Ashton, his mother informs him that he is betrowthed to be married, he agrees at first but starts to develop an untold amount of feelings for the boy which are later returned, he is faced with the dilemma of what he is expected to do vs what his heart and soul is telling him to do. (A whole lot of fluff)

i'll be yours truly unbelievable (ao3) - princesshemmings (deludedlarry) luke/ashton, michael/calum E, 17k

Summary: This was an incredibly stupid idea. He didn't even know anything about this guy (unless you count that he knows his name is Ashton and that he has pretty eyes and curly hair). He could be one of those 'dangerous' people his mother was always talking about. But he took one look at Ashton and immediately knew that he wasn't going to hurt him. Call it intuition or just plain idiocy, but he felt that he could trust this stranger. Then again, he didn't have a lot of experience with strangers. Whatever. Fuck it.

AU in which every country in the world has a king and queen. Luke just so happens to be the prince of Australia. alternatively titled: why are my titles always irrelevant all time low lyrics

I'm Sitting Eyes Wide Open And I Got One Thing Stuck In My Mind (I Don't Wanna Fit Wherever) (ao3) - Migs michael/luke E, 5k

Summary: Michael and Luke celebrate Valentine's Day.

OR: Luke is a Prince, Royal puppy fancies Calum (who can blame her?) and there is sex and proposals.

It’s a hell of a ride (loving you) (ao3) - PazloveMGC michael/luke G, 6k

Summary: When luke is a prince that has to save his kingdom and michael is the villian

Mary on a... (ao3) - hrts4julienbakr michael/luke G, 1k

Summary: Prince Luke is trying to run away, things get weird (and fluffy)

Rebel Heart (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke M, 292

Summary: According to Greek Mythology, humans originally had two pairs of arms and legs, and one head with two faces. Fearing the power they can sustain, Zeus split them apart with his lighting, forever condemning them to find the other half of them for all eternity.

Prince Luke Hemmings had yet to find his soulmate.

or a soulmate au in which Luke is a prince and Michael is the rebel leader.

That One Name (ao3) - TrashTrashTrash michael/luke T, 2k

Summary: the one where Luke has a sucky life but one day Michael comes and fixes it

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5sos fanfic #masterlists #luke hemmings #au #prince!luke #prince!luke masterlist #royalty

[guineapigsinwinter]

Au One shot first half.

So got the idea of doing a series of one shot au shorts, all on the idea on what if Legoshi had thought of romance/love sooner. So here is the first part of one of them, a tad spicier then I would normally write and cuts to a time skip at the end. Riz sighed as people slowly meandered into the auditorium for the first meeting of the drama club after the summer holidays, wincing as Bill shouted out. He really wished the tiger wasn’t quite so loud constantly.

“Hey Legoshi, what’s with the rainbow suspenders?” The tiger yelled, making Riz look up, quickly spotting the tall wolf look up from where he was talking with the rest of the art team. He was wearing rainbow patterned suspenders, other then that no difference from before summer other then maybe a slight increase in height. 

Bashfully smiling, Legoshi replied, thumbing the suspenders that had caught Bill’s attention. “Oh these? My dormmates got them for me to show support after I told them I was gay. I quite like having some colour I think.”

A fair few of the drama club were staring. It was the most animated they had ever heard the wolf talk, and the plain matter of fact way the wolf had stated something which normally constituted some kind of drama. Or at least did in the shows and films Riz had watched online.

Before anyone could react any other way Louis let out a loud cough and called for attention. Remembering Legoshi normally stayed late to work on the lights after meetings, Riz decided he would talk to him afterwards, a part of the bear’s mind being giddy at not being the only queer in the club anymore.

 --

The meeting had finished early, and everyone else had left, though Bill and Tao had stayed and talked to Legoshi before leaving. Riz hadn’t been able to work up the courage to talk to Legoshi. They had only had a few conversations before, a reflection of both being reserved and working in different teams in the club. He wasn’t entirely sure what to say. He’d just finished checking the auditoriums speakers when he saw the wolf leaving and heading to the changing rooms. Taking a calming breath, Riz followed. 

Legoshi was taking his backpack out of his locker when Riz caught up with him, the wolf turning around looking at him quizzically.

“Umm about what you said earlier Legoshi, is that true?” Riz asked, internally wincing at how uncertain his voice came out.Sighing and looking down at the ground, Legoshi subtly shifted into a defensive stance, surprising Riz. 

“Yes. Though if you have a problem Riz could we please keep it out of the club? I’d rather not cause any trouble for anyone.”

Okay, Legoshi had completely misunderstood him, Riz felt his cheeks flush in embarrassment, and found himself scratching the back of his head. This was going to be so awkward.

“Nope. It would be rather hypocritical of me to have a problem, it’s nice to not be the only queer in the club anymore.”  Riz mumbled out. The smile that burst across Legoshi’s face and sudden tail wagging that started after the few moments of confusion on the wolf’s was as surprising as it was adorable.

“Re, really? I wouldn’t have guessed, not that Tao is obviously gay but he’s, well he’s Tao.” Legoshi happily said, putting his bag down. Riz hadn’t know about the panther, he’d suspected but hadn’t felt comfortable making assumptions. Still, it was nice to feel there were others like him.

“Well I mean other then the suspenders you are not exactly screaming it out either muttboy.” Riz replied, wincing internally at his sarcastic tone.

Quietly chuckling, Legoshi leant back against the lockers, seemingly uncaring about Riz’s tone. “Heh, that’s true, though none of my dormmates were surprised so who knows.”

Walking over and leaning against the lockers next to the wolf carefully, Riz replied. “Sorry if I came across as harsh. Okay to ask how you realised? You didn’t really seem exactly interested in romance and such before summer. Some summer love story you are hiding from everyone?”

Legoshi let out an amused bark before tilting his head to look at Riz. “Nothing so dramatic. Honestly never thought about romance or love before. Didn’t seem exactly likely considering how everyone seems to just see me a terrifying creepy wolf, let alone as a man. Ended up thinking about it after Durry and Migs, sorry two of my housemates got together over the summer.”

Legoshi’s admission stung Riz, though he perfectly understood what the wolf was talking about. “Well they are idiots, you’ve got a handsome face and clearly present as male. Get you on people only seeing you as a stereotype or your species, it’s the same for us bears, at least the carnivorous ones.” Riz said laconically, trying to keep and anger he always felt about the preferential treatment herbivore bears, particularly pandas got down.

After a few moments of silence, he looked over at Legoshi. The wolf was staring at him, blushing and mouth slightly agape in a rather cute manner. Seemingly realising he had spaced out, Legoshi stood up, awkwardly chuckling whilst looking at the floor. “Sorry about that, no one’s said anything like that to me before, weird to think I could be considered handsome.”

Now Riz found himself gaping at the wolf in surprise. Really? The hunching over wasn’t great, but wolf wasn’t ugly by any stretch of the imagination. Quite handsome in a scruffy stoic kind of way, though the way that tail was wagging was adorable.

“Re, really Riz? You mean that? This isn’t a joke or something right?” Legoshi asked hesitantly, confusion on his face. Riz hadn’t realised he’d thought out loud.

Feeling his cheeks burn, Riz palmed one of his hands to his face in embarrassment. “I’m sorry man, if if, wait why would saying how you are handsome and adorable be a joke?”

“Like I said Riz, no one has said that to me before. And I’ve already had a few jokes and insults thrown my way in the cafeteria, the guys try to help but half the time they are making sure Jack and Miguno aren’t getting beat up, turns out that happens to smaller gays.” Legoshi said sadly, tail and ears drooping.

Riz felt a flash of anger at the idea of anyone treating Legoshi like that, and found himself hugging the wolf before he knew it. “As I said they are idiots. You Legoshi are a handsome wolf, even if you should stand tall more.” He said, finding he quite liked the feeling of Legoshi in his arms.  

“If you open yours eyes properly, pretty sure that squint is wrecking your eyesight, how else would you think I’m handsome?” Legoshi replied in a half joking, half laconic tone, surprising Riz.

So the wolf had some bite eh? He did have a point though. “Well I’ll open them properly if you stand up straight okay? Pretty sure that can’t be good for your back pup.” He said to Legoshi, enjoying the sight of the wolf’s tail starting to wag again.

To his surprise, Legoshi did then stand up, putting his arms around Riz, his back popping as he straightened it out. Not as tall as Riz, but was far closer then anyone else bar Bill. And the way the he grinned took Riz’s breath.

“You shouldn’t hide them so much, they are beautiful you know?” Legoshi giggled out, making Riz realise he’d opened them in surprise at the wolf’s true height. 

Finding himself looking sceptically at Legoshi, Riz snickered. “Well you are still handsome, and quite the flatterer when you talk more it seems.

”Blushing, Legoshi chuckled. “Thanks, still weird to hear and I’m not sure I believe it myself.”

“May I prove it then to you please?” He certainly hadn’t been planning this earlier, but Riz found he quite liked the way this was going.

“Heh, sure but I don’t kno-“. Riz cut off Legoshi’s self deprecation by kissing him. He wasn’t sure if he was doing it right, but took Legoshi returning it as a good sign. The wolf tasted good, and Riz certainly felt energised as he and Legoshi’s tongues explored each other’s mouth, and their hands started to do the same. 

Riz found himself moaning as the wolf’s hands found his ass, spinning around and pinning Legoshi to the lockers, making the wolf whine in pleasure. Fuck this was hot. Legoshi was hot. Riz wasn’t sure he had been harder in his life, and he could feel Legoshi was similar. He wasn’t sure how long they had been like that, grinding against each other, hands roaming and just relishing in the sensation, both moaning and whining as they found sensitive spots.

“Bloody hell that’s hot!” The shout caused Legoshi to freeze and Riz to stumble back, only just managing to catch himself from falling over. Turning around, Riz had no idea what to say.It was Tem standing in the doorway, and the smirk on his face as he looked at Riz and Legoshi was positively devilish. 

“Please, don’t stop on my account. As I said you two at it like that was hot.” The alpaca said as strode over, before his neck contracted as his confidence dipped slightly and he rubbed the back of his head, his voice taking on a more bashful tone.

 “Or would having a third help?” 

#beastars au #beastars #legoshi #tem #riz #Legoshi/Tem/Riz #fanfic #kissing #Confident Tem