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‘tis the season | one piece

eustass kid/monkey d luffy/roronoa zoro/trafalgar d water law/usopp/vinsmoke sanji x gn!reader | fluff | ~2.1k words

warnings: some suggestive/18+ themes but nothing explicit

a/n: welcome to my xmas special for the one piece boys !! OKAY before anyone comes @ me for not choosing a food related activity for luffy, pls know that y’all would not be able to decorate shit. he would eat all of the ingredients and/or you would have to lock him out of the kitchen. some of these are loooooooooong. pls enjoy 🎄

18+ MDNI | under the cut for length

eustass kid and the kid pirates will make a competition out of chopping down a christmas tree to put on the bow of their ship. it happens every single year, and kid didn’t used to participate, but when he started dating you, he wanted to be the one to provide you with a tree to decorate and admire.

you always enjoyed watching kid get riled up over something as small as a christmas tree, though. killer, a man with taste, would always find the perfect tree, then kid would lay his claim to it, boasting about how he had an eye for things like this.

this year, it was different, though. kid seemed to be more calm about it than usual and it made the whole crew restless until they reached the island where they'd always look for the trees.

kid’s face stretched into a calm grin at seeing the island approaching, remaining still till the ship was docked and the plank was thrown onto land.

“you comin’ with me?” kid asks, snaking a hand around your waist while he watches the rest of the kid pirates disperse on the island.

“of course!” you happily jump onto kid’s back and point out all the different trees you see and like. kid just shakes his head at you and keeps moving, knowing exactly what he's looking for.

he reaches the edge of the forest and sets you down, shrugging off his coat and grabbing an axe from his belt. it takes him one swing each to fell two small trees.

“will you take those back to the ship, doll? make em look nice.” kid asks, a mischievous smile still settled onto his lips. you don't ask questions and tug the two small trees back to the ship to start decorating them. they likely won't be in the running for the trees the crew will vote on to keep so you figure they’ll look nice to keep in the corners of the captain’s quarters.

one by one, the kid pirates start to make their way back to the ship. and one by one, they trim and prune their trees to make em look especially nice and voteable.

“where’s kid?” killed settlers next to you on the port side, looking out at the forest. you're leaning on the railing and watching the tree line for any speck of red.

“i dunno! he told me to bring back those runt trees to decorate but i haven't seen him since.”

you speak too soon, because not even ten seconds later, you see kid emerge from the tree line, his metal arm gripping what looks to be a twenty foot tall tree.

“i think we all know which one we're keepin'!” kid spreads his arms and looks around at his crew. “right? captain’s orders!” kid grins and gestures toward his tree. the rest of the crew doesn't even argue, they just start stripping the trees of their branches to use as tinder for later.

“so? impressed?” kid approaches you, looking proud as ever.

“bigger isn't always better, kid.” you tease, lightly punching him on the shoulder. he scoops you up into his arms and presses a kiss to your chin.

“oh, you know you love it when it's bigger, baby.”

monkey d luffy is an expert at building snow men because he tries his best to make it look like him! every single year, as soon as there’s enough snow on the ground, he’ll crack his knuckles and start rolling snow into big spheres. the very first time he did this, he made three huge balls of snow and ended up making something resembling more of a snowy caterpillar than an actual human. but he’s learned from his mistakes and is now a master at his craft.

“luffy, can you please put on some gloves? you’re gonna get frostbite!” you call out to him as you watch him roll snow around on the deck. his cheeks and nose are red and he’s sniffling as he shapes the snow into spheres, a big grin on his face despite the freezing temperatures.

“does rubber even freeze?” luffy muses, thinking he’s out of earshot from you and tapping his chin cutely. you smile and shake your head.

“yes, it does!” you say, knowing full well that it doesn’t. but you're hoping your boyfriend might listen to your logic nonetheless. “so that means you can, too!”

“eh, i’ll be fine! i need to be able to feel the snow between my fingertips, anyways!” luffy grins at you and gives you a shivering thumbs up. “you can’t look till i’m done, okay? and no peeking!”

you raise your hands in surrender and join robin and nami in the warm library upstairs while you wait for luffy to finish up with his masterpiece.

almost an hour later, luffy bursts into the library with an excited ready! and wraps his arms around you, pulling you up and out of the warmth and into the cold. once you're close enough to the deck, he releases you and moves his hands over your eyes.

“m’kay, one…two…surprise!” luffy removes his hands from your face and smiles brightly at you as he watches you take in his snow artwork.

there are two snow people, one with a straw hat, and another with features similar to yours. you smile and hug yourself, shivering slightly. luffy notices and drapes himself over your shoulders, effectively warming you up and hearing your cheeks up from both his embrace and his sweet gesture.

“it’s us!” he says proudly, pointing to the way that he situated the twig hands of each snow person to make it look like they’re holding hands. you giggle at his thoughtfulness and kiss the tip of his very red and very cold and very cute nose.

roronoa zoro allows his eyes to follow you around the aquarium bar below the sunny’s deck as you put the finishing touches on two mugs of warm apple cider you made while zoro’s been napping by the fireplace. you smile and settle down next to zoro, sitting cross legged and sipping your drink while you use zoro’s chest to prop up your book.

zoro props himself up on one of his elbows and you move your book back into your lap, not taking your eyes off of the words. zoro takes a long swig of the cider, humming in enjoyment at the way the sweet notes of the rum you'd spiked the cider with hit his tongue.

“what're you doin’?” zoro asks, peering up at you with a slight frown on his face and placing his now empty mug behind him.

“what does it look like?” you answer, turning a page of your book and giving zoro a teasing smile. he just grunts and plucks the book out of your fingers. “zoro, what—”

zoro quickly and carefully, so as to not spill your mug of warm cider, grabs you by the hips and places you on top of his chest. you purse your lips and glare down at your boyfriend, whose eyes are now closed and lips curled into quiet satisfaction.

you decide not to say anything and instead rest your cheek against zoro’s chest. he brings his hands up to rub his fingers over your spine, stopping at the small of your back.

“attagirl.”

trafalgar d water law decides that his least favorite thing in the world to do is going to a christmas market on christmas eve. who could choose a worse day to go to a christmas market? bepo. and since the bear was the one who had begged law to allow them to dock at the sea bound christmas market, law had reluctantly agreed. bepo had made a pretty good argument after all.

“maybe you could find something for y/n-chan while we’re there?” bepo had said, hoping to sweeten the deal with possibly finding something nice for you. you’d only been with law for a little less than a year, so this is your first holiday season as a couple, and law had never really thought of whether or not you’d like something for the holidays.

law is dragged around the market, stopping only at stalls where he notices cute little things that he thinks you might like. he shoves his pride down his own throat to hold up various little knick knacks with a do you think she’d like something like this? to bepo.

law, with a little help from bepo, eventually decides on a tiny little mouse soldier statue, complete with the year and name of the island. when he holds it out to you, his hat covering his eyes and his eyes aimed at the snow piled around where you stood, all you can do is giggle.

you take the little statue from law, turn it over in your hands once, then twice, and smile. law feels like he's going to explode.

“well…do you…?”

“do i what?” you inch toward law, ducking your head to try and get a glimpse of his face, which is still hidden beneath his hat.

law frowns, turning his head to continue avoiding eye contact with you, and clears his throat. “do you like it?”

you look back down at the statue that your boyfriend so carefully and thoughtfully picked out for you. you tilt your head up and quickly flick the brim of law’s hat, tilting it up as well.

“hmm, no.” you say, noticing the way law’s shoulders tense up. you press a kiss intertwined with a smile to his lips before speaking again. “i love it.”

usopp looks forward to the holidays each year because that means he’ll be decorating the sunny with christmas lights till it rivals a fully lit city on the sea!

all day, usopp is crawling around in the rafters, stringing up lights and hanging his homemade decorations on the masts. he had enlisted you to pass him various nails and push pins and tools to help him hang up the decorations, but you'd been playing catch with him the whole time.

usopp is an incredibly intelligent man, but he's clumsy. hours of missteps and slips and whoops had your blood pressure and heart rate through the roof and you don't know how much more you can take.

usopp’s smile is wide as he plugs the two ends of the string lights together, his eyes shining in the reflection of the newly decorated Thousand Sunny.

the ship is ablaze with light, and you can't help but smile yourself. the masts glow in a soft and golden light, the snow on the deck is illuminated by the reflection of small and twinkling star decorations that usopp made just for the crow’s nest. there are ornaments and weaves of pine hanging off of every place possible, giving the ship nice red and green hues.

usopp comes up and wraps his arms around you from behind, giving you a gentle and affectionate squeeze.

“pretty, right? now all the pirates in the grand line will see the great captain usopp’s ship from miles away!” usopp makes a grand sweeping gesture with his hand and turns to grin at you proudly.

you lean up to press a kiss to his cheek. “looks amazing, captain usopp.”

vinsmoke sanji closes off the kitchen on christmas eve, after christmas eve dinner, to allow for some privacy while the two of you decorate christmas cookies for the rest of the crew. sanji usually doesn't let anyone else in the crew help out in the kitchen, unless it's you. he likes feeling close to you, his favorite person, when he's in his favorite place, while he's doing his favorite thing.

“no competition, here, okay?” sanji’s pressed up against your back and his hands are on your shoulders when he skims a kiss to the nape of your neck. "let's just have a nice time together, hm?"

he smiles at you before he sets to decorating the cookies with you, jazz playing softly through the radio and sanji making easy conversation or praising your decorations.

you nudge sanji’s shoulder with your own and nod your head down at the cookie you're holding. sanji’s eyes light up when he sees your initials written in blue icing, separated by a pink heart.

“y/n-chan, my love!” sanji cries, throwing his arms around your neck and hugging you tightly. he cups your face and kisses you slowly, ignoring the creaking of the kitchen door and light footsteps creeping closer to the two of you.

you open your eyes just in time to see luffy swipe the cookie you had just shown sanji and make a run for it. sanji follows your eyes and stares at luffy’s back in horror.

you look up to tell sanji that it's no big deal, you can just decorate another one, but sanji is already running after luffy; he's desperate to save the cookie you had decorated with your names on it.

“luffy, get the hell back here so i can put your ass down the garbage disposal!”

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warnings: swearing, blood, arguments

Patrolling with Ellie was y/ns favorite things to do, being her source of peace. So, when Ellie switched out of her patrol shift with y/n for the second time in a row, she couldn’t help but be mad and automatically ignore Ellie to give her a taste of her own medicine. Hours after a heated argument before y/n’s patrol, Ellie seems to lose all her senses when her patrol replacement returns without y/n.

Patrolling along side Ellie was y/n’s main source of peace. When it was just the two of them, wandering the grassy fields and chasing one another through the trees, the uncomfortability that surrounded y/n melted away and left behind a little girl amazed by the wonders around her. The distaste constantly directed at her became nothing but a ragged memory.

“Y/n, y/n! Oh my god look!” Ellie called out, pointing ahead and turning to face her. Childish glee coated her face and she jumped on her heels excitedly.

Y/n quickly finished tying shimmers lead onto a tree branch and ran up to the delightful girl to see what she referred to.

She couldn’t be help but laugh when spotting Ellies object of reference.

A rusted orange unicycle laid in a bush. Ellie ran up to it and lifted it off the ground, seeing if it was functional. She rotated the wheel which creaked and resisted at first, but then loosened up and turned easily.

“Help me get on.” Ellie insisted, sticking her arm out to hold.

“Ok Els but if you eat shit you’re not allowed to blame me.” y/n giggled, one hand on Ellies waist and another on her arm as she mounted the unicycle and found her balance.

“Ok, ok let go.”

As y/n backed away hesitantly, Ellie leaned forward, attempting to centralize her weight stand taller. Her body swayed as the wheel rolled back and forth, tipping her side to side.

Her eyes wide and a maniatic smile on her face, Ellie looked up at y/n as she started finding her balance and gently pedaling.

“Look im going it! Haha get fucked! Thought i wouldn’t be able to do it, huh?” Ellie laughed.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself there.” Y/n said when Ellies arms started frantically grabbing onto nothing but air as the wheel tilted to the side.

Before y/n could reach over and help her, the unicycle flew forward and Ellie fell onto her behind, releasing a huff of air when she landed and groaning. She was surprised when she felt the entirety of her pants get soaked, realizing she felt into a dip in the concrete that held old, muddy rain water.

Hysterically laughing, y/n ran up to her and crouched next to her, trying to help her up.

“Oh yeah so funny isnt it?” Ellie said, holding back her own laughter and grabbing onto the arm y/n held out to her.

When y/n expected to pull Ellie up, she was strongly and suddenly pulled into the puddle along with the girl, also getting her pants and hands wet.

“Oh are you fucking kidding me!” Y/n yelled, attempting to sound angry but failing.

“Yeah whose laughing now huh?” Ellie said, reaching up to catch y/ns wrists as she tried to playfully punch her.

The two laughed hysterically and rolled in the puddle for a few minutes, the warm summer sun shining down on them and causing a golden overcast on all the nature surrounding them.

Ellies grey eyes shone a hazey green under the sun and her skin prickled pink under her freckles.

"Wait! Stay right here.” Y/n suddenly said, jumping onto her feet and running to her pack that laid next to Shimmer. She pulled out a weathered white polaroid camera from her bag and clicked the button to turn it on.

Tommy had found the camera and dozens of boxes of film while on a patrol and gifted it to y/n to celebrate her one year at Jackson. As she began taking photos, she realized she had no where to store them. Ellie suggested the two of them made y/n her own polaroid album so, the two got together on Joels porch one hot summer day and made the photo album.

Now, y/n only stores her favorite of memories and people in the album, being mainly pictures of Tommy, Joel, and Ellie. She wanted to keep pictures and remembrances of the small, joyful moments of her life. The moments where she was nothing but happy. Surrounded by so much negativity and darkness, inside and outside of Jackson, she wanted to keep these memories close and never let herself forget them.

So now, under the hot Wyoming sun, she had to take a picture. The rarity of this warm, comforting weather made the moment all the more special, the golden overcast taking over everything.

y/n walked back to Ellie who was distracted with the unicycle, sitting on the ground and twisting some random screws to see if she could better the device

y/n brought the camera up eye and looked through the viewfinder, landing on the brunette girl before her.

“Ellie.” Y/n called, snapped the picture the very second she whipped her head around.

Ellies hands clasped over her eyes and laughed at the suddenness of the camera flash. “Jesus no warning or anything. Gonna make me go blind.”

Shaking the image, y/n ran back to her pack and pulled out the diy photo album and came back to Ellie. She flipped to the last page with three empty slots in the bottom and slid in the forming picture. The two sat and stared at the polaroid, watching the figures form and the white screen turn a yellow tint.

“Oh wow. You look so pretty.” Y/n said, the minimal comment making Ellies cheeks redden.

“Shut up.” She mumbled, receiving only giggles from y/n who knew her compliments to Ellie always left the girl jittery and pink.

“I have a question for you.” Ellie began as the two sat on the concrete floor.

“Hmm?” Y/n hummed in response as she flipped through the pages of the photo album.

“How come you never put pictures people take of you in the album? like you only put pictures you take of other people.” She asked. Y/n froze for a moment, unsure of how to respond. “I guess, i like keeping memories from my perspective, ya know?”

“Hm.” Was all Ellie responded with a nod. She leaned forward and grabbed the camera from the ground beside y/n and brought it to her eyes. “Smile.”

Y/n laughed, her hand flying up as to cover the camera lens but Ellie quickly took the photo before she could.

“You bitch!” Y/n laughed. Ellie stuffed the polaroid in her pocket. “Not gonna put it in here?” Y/n asked, suggesting to the album.

“No way. You get to keep pictures of your favorite things from your perspective and i get to keep a picture of mine from my perspective.”

Y/n couldn’t help but blush and look away from Ellie at the suggestion that she was her favorite thing.

“Now c’mon, we gotta go back and pretend we did shit.”

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“The fuck do you mean your here in Ellies place?” Y/n yelled at the man before her.

“Uhh i mean she asked Maria to switch out so she took my shift and now im here.”

Y/n sighed angrily. It was the third time Ellie decided to switch out of her patrol, specifically the patrols she had paired with y/n.

Y/n couldn’t help but feel devastated, her best friend seemed to be avoiding her and patrolling with her.

It’d been a three weeks since their last patrol, y/n decidedly giving Ellie the silent treatment after the second schedule change. Y/n even didn’t show up to Friday movie night at Ellies. She was angry and hurt and couldn’t help but jump to the conclusion that Ellie was in fact, getting tired of her.

Shed feared this for ages, the two constantly together. Shed feared that her inability to socialize with the people in Jackson would take a toll on their relationship and cause Ellie to find others, realizing try were better than her. Normal.

Y/n turned on her heels, having plans on exactly what she was going to do the 40 minutes she had left before patrol.

Ellie was awoken by five heavy bangs on her door.

“What do you want?” She sleepily called out, twisting and turning on the couch shed fallen asleep in.

“Open the fucking door Ellie.”

Ellie jumped to her feet, her senses immediately sharpened and at ready. She looked into the small mirror hung on her wall, rapidly pulling out the hair tie that held it together and brushing it with her fingers and straightening her hoodie.

“Uhhh coming!” Ellie yelled, aggressively cursing when her foot came into painful contact with the leg of her couch.

When the door swung open, y/n’s almost had to hold back a laugh. Ellie huddled in front of her, her socked foot in her hand, her hair all over her face, and imprints from the couch stamped in her cheek. But the comical image in front of her didn’t dissipate her anger, the very imprints she wanted to laugh now making her just more furious.

“The fuck is up with you? Im being fucking partnered with some seventeen year old twig that doesn’t know his head from his as because you wont fucking take the shift.” Y/n began, pushing herself past Ellie and into the house.

She knew the house so well, pictures of the two and pieces of paper littered with doodles and drawings covered the walls. Y/n had spent countless nights on that couch, being delirious from laughter and too lazy to walk back to your house.

“You’ve been avoiding me l and its clear and if theres something you want to me then just say it because u swear to god Ellie i cant deal with this petty bullshit-“

“Y/n what the fuck are you on about!” Ellie yelled, a face of confusion.

“Im talking about the fact that you’ve switched out of every single patrol we’ve been partnered for the last three god damn weeks and have provided no reason! AND i literally haven’t seen you in ages!”

“Yeah because every time i talk to you you practically have been running away! You didn’t even come on Friday or let me know why!”

“Ive been ignoring you cause you’ve been fucking bailing on patrol, also without letting me know why! You obviously don’t seem to want to be around me and if thats the case i want you to say it. Because i am tired of expecting you to show up and getting some fucking runt.”

“Oh my god y/n stop being so fucking dramatic! I don’t always have to be around you, i have my own shit going on! Its not my fault you’re incapable of working with people like you’re fucking supposed to!”

Y/ns mouth closed and her eyes clouded with hurt. Ellie couldn’t believe she’d just said what she said, her pwn eyes widening and her hands cautiously to reach towards Y/n’s shoulders. “Y/n i didn’t-“

“Don’t.” Was all she said before storming out of the door, leaving Ellie with her face in her hands and collapsing to sit on the edge of her bed.

Fuckfuckfuck. Was all she could repeat in her mind. Shed just told off her best friend and used the thing she was most insecure about against her. She was disgusted with herself and the carelessness of her mouth.

Ellie never meant for this to happen. She meant to distance herself from y/n for the sake of her feelings but not to ruin their relationship. That was the one thing she was trying to preserve. She refused to let turmoiling feeling of love brewing within her whenever they laid eyes on one another ruin their bond and now, she let that distance hurt that now sped down the streets on Jackson to get to the gate and leave as soon as possible.

“Woah kid! Slow your roll.” She heard from a voice she rushed by, stopping her in her tracks. “Where ya off to walking like that?”

“Hey Tommy.” Y/n sighed, a small smile coming to her lips. He could always do that. Anytime y/n was spiraling in her anger or swallowing in her sorrow, he could cheer her up with just the enthusiastic call of his voice. “Boutta go out on patrol.”

“With the mousey kid? Luke i think his name is.” Tommy asked, a face of confusion.

Y/n rolled her eyes. “Seems like it. Ellie was supposed to be scheduled but shes-“ Y/n cut herself off, looking down at her boots in an offputtish manner.

Tommy knew there was something going on. He’s been able to sense it for a week or two. Hed try asking subtle questions to the both of them, but he’d only ever received dismissive jokes or immediate changes of subject.

“Whats goin’ on with you two? Ive barely seen y’all together the past few weeks.” Tommy asked, y/n rubbing her hands against her face and groaning.

“I don’t even know man. We just talked and she said some shit and im really fucking pissed at her cause she said some pretty messed up stuff but i also wasn’t exactly in the right i guess but- i don’t even know.”

Tommy put a comforting hand on her shoulder and squeezed it, lowering his head slightly to meet with her eye to eye. “Look kid. You two have been best friends since the second y’all met. You’ve been constantly together for three years and that wont come with some kind of disputes but one thing is for sure. Y’all love each other and you’ll get over it.”

“I guess your right.” Y/n mumbled, breathing in to regain her composure.

“C’mon, ill walk you to the gate.” Tommy said, hugging her from the side and the two walking off.

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“Look, just keep fucking quiet ok. In and out thats how we’re gonna do this. You follow my lead and nothing else. Got it?” Y/n commanded harshly, her finger inches away from the boys face.

About four hours into their patrol, y/n and the boy she was partnered with came across a deserted warehouse that looked promising. It was five stories tall and incredibly large. Being just two of them, they had to rely on stealth and quickness, two things y/n doubted Luke was capable of.

“Yes ma’am. Got it.” Luke said, urgently nodding his head.

“Don’t call me ma’am.”

“Yes ma- Sorry.”

Y/n placed her hand on the handle of the door leading into the side of the warehouses first floor. She slowly pushed it open, the rusted hinges creaking at the action.

The two crouched down, listening for any sign of movement. When there wasn’t any apparent threat detected, she pushed in through the door.

The place looked like any other abandoned building, littered with old trash, broken tables, and rusted machines.

One each side of the floor there were doorways. Y/n raised her hand and signaled to the one on the other end of the room considering the other doorway was slightly blocked, scurrying forward and looking around carefully with eyes peeled for anything that could be useful.

When they reached the door way, it led to a stairwell, the lights broken, making it completely dark.

“Take out your flashlight.” She whispered to him.

He swung his bag in front of him and frantically searched it for the flash light. When he found it, he pulled it out with so much momentum it flew out of his hand, the bulky metal light slamming against the hollow metal stairs, the sound echoing off of the walls of the entire stairwell.

“Are you fucking kidding me? The fuck is wrong with you?” Y/n seethed, her body automatically placing itself directly in front of him, chests almost touching and her eyes stabbing into him.

“I-im sorry i didn’t m-mean to drop it.” He spit quickly.

“I swear to god if you get us in trouble im going to beat your fucking ass. Be careful!”

Luke urgently nodded, his eyes wide and embarrassed.

Y/n turned around and began to go up the stairs, her steps quiet and careful. She turned around and pressed her finger to her lips, telling him to be utterly silent.

The sound of clicks and groans started to grow along with the shuffling of feet.

Shit.

“Backbackbackback-“ y/n started saying urgently, practically jumping down the steps and dashing to the doorway.

Luke closely behind, four infected rushing down the stairs wildly, trampling over one another in desperation.

Once through the doorway, Luke shut the two doors. A bit ahead y/n stopped running, Luke slamming into her back at her sudden halt when he turned which caused her to fall forward on the ground. From the door way on the other side, three runners clawed over the desk, their force pushing it forward and getting them closer and closer to climbing over.

Luke stood above y/n, eyes dashing back and forth from the girl trying to get herself up and the infected trying to get to them from either side.

“Fuck-“ He said weakly. He looked down at the struggling girl, her fall making her fall onto a pile of rubbled stone and concrete and pulling blood.

“Im sorry. Im so so sorry.” The boy said as he backed towards the the door they’d come in.

“No, no, NO!” y/n yelled from her place on the ground, holding her knee that bled aggressively and ached brutally.

“YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH, COWARD! IF I MAKE IT OUT OF HERE ALIVE IM GONNA COME FOR YOU YOU PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT! I SWEAR TO GOD LUKE!” y/n yelled, her voice hoarse and pained.

As he left through the door, shutting it closed y/n tried to stand and look around, spotting what seemed like a closet or storage unit behind her.

Finally, the runners finally busted through the barrier, recollecting themselves and setting their sight on the target.

Y/n tumbled back towards the door, dragging her leg with the injured knee.

Once she met the handle, she swung the door open and threw herself in, shutting the door with her and cutting out the infected by mere seconds.

On the ground, y/n rolled slowly herself into a ball, her knees to her chest that rose and fell frantically. The animalistic clawing at the door prevented her heart from calming or her breath from slowing, the sound a reminder as to how death was a single metal door away.

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“You did WHAT?” Tommy yelled furiously at the seated boy that sobbed deliriously before him.

“I-I couldn’t do anything. I ran and i got to the horse and came here.” He said, his words slurred and conjuncted with his cries.

Tommy’s fists tightened furiously at his side, his teeth clenching, resisting the urge to deck him.

Before Tommy could succumb to his urge, the door flew open, the person who came in just a blur before they immediately grabbed Luke by his shirt, standing him up and slamming him into the wall.

“Where the FUCK is she?” Ellie yelled, her voice reverberating through the room, everyone’s movements stilling at the excelling tension within the room.

Joel, who came in behind Ellie having just informed her of what happened, stood behind her, his hand hesitantly held up slightly and at ready to pull her off is she let her anger get the best of her.

“I- I- I don’t know how to tell you, it was pretty far out!” Luke cried, his voice begging for mercy.

Still holding his shirt, Ellie pulled him towards the table and forced his face to the map that sat on it, his face turning sideways at the expectation of getting it slammed into the metal.

“If you cant tell me then mark it.” She seethed, grabbing the pen next to her and slapped it onto the map right bellow his face and roughly let go of his shirt.

Hesitantly, Luke stood up straight and ran his hands over his shirt where Ellie clutched onto him. With shakey hands, he grabbed the pencil and studied the map.

What seemed like ages of silence passed over the room, everyones eyes between him and Ellie. Finally, he crouched forward and circles a spot on the map.

“There. Its this big warehouse that-“

Ellie didn’t let him finished before snatching the map and dashing out the room and she rolled it.

“Ellie, wait.” Joel called out, trailing behind her. “Think about this.”

“Fuck off Joel.” Was all Ellie said before leaving the building the were in and speeding off towards the gate, Joel giving up following her and watching her walk away, clutching the map in one hand and her other dipping into her pocket.

As she walked, she pulled out a polaroid from her pocket. Specifically, the polaroid of y/n taken on their last patrol. More specifically, the polaroid that made Ellie realize she was tragically head over heels for her best friend.

She looked down at it, the picture of her beautiful face igniting nothing but more fuel to her fire.

“Im gonna find you y/n/n. im gonna find you.”

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a/n: here is the part two yall have been waiting foooorrrr😝 ngl got a lil excited writing the part where Ellie slammed the guy to the wall that was def j for my entertainment and indulgence LMFAO part threes lined up for next week but im gna be taking a lil divergence from tlou for a sec cus my next fic is a robin buckley fic! jumping from lesbian to lesbian 😭😭😭 but after that one im already writing another naughty lil ellie fic😏😏 i love yall i hope u guys enjoy this

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libraryofgage · 6 months

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PJO Steddie Two

One

So, this part was kinda supposed to be attached to part one, but I got tired and the part was getting too long so here we are lmao

Anyway, we get a few parents revealed here, but most are still a mystery

As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;P

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Eddie is on the other side of the park and wondering if he has enough time to see that fake Parthenon when he hears the unmistakable sound of a harpy's shriek. Those things have nearly eaten him enough times at camp for their bird screams to be seared into his memory. And if he's hearing the overgrown chicken, that means it's found those demigod kids before he could.

Fuck.

He whirls around just in time to see the harpy shoot above the trees, wings flared and feathers bristling, before dive-bombing whichever unlucky kid it's decided to eat first.

"Motherfucking shit bitch," Eddie mutters, taking off across the grass to where the harpy dived.

On the bright side, he managed to find the kids pretty quick; he'd only been in Athens for a few hours. On the fucked up side, he might only be able to sneak one or two kids away from the monster. Which, like, he'd love to save more of them, but he's not exactly the best fighter. He's the best runner and hider. This is why he's sent on these missions: the camp has learned that stealth and hiding usually bring more kids into safety than straight-up attacking monsters.

Eddie skirts around a tree, just barely missing the branch that threatens to whack his head off. He can hear music (something light and jumpy, soft and clear) and kids shouting in what he assumes to be fear. Just based on the sound, he's not going to be able to sneak those kids away. They're probably right in front of the harpy.

He'll have to be a distraction so they can run. "I'm gonna fucking die today," Eddie says, resigned and annoyed all at once. He reaches up and tears off the guitar pic and chain around his neck, the small triangle bursting outwards into a shield with straps that wrap around his arm.

It's ready to withstand some harpy claws by the time Eddie gracefully trips over a tree root and reflexively tucks and rolls over his shoulder. He pops up from the ground, eyes trained to the harpy, and freezes as three very important things become incredibly obvious.

One: the kids are not, in fact, shouting in fear. They're shouting with excitement, cheering at the fight happening before them. Eddie watches as a boy wearing a baseball cap punches the air and shouts, "Get 'em, Steve! Fuck the bird up!" His words are quickly followed by two girls jokingly shouting, "Language!" in return before laughing.

Two: the song playing is coming from a Bluetooth speaker on the blankets. It's a pop song. At least, it sounds like one. It's definitely old, though, and he only knows the name (Dancing in the Moonlight, by Toploader) because one of the muses' kids sang it once at a campfire night when Eddie first arrived at the camp.

Three: the most gorgeous boy Eddie has ever seen is currently beating the ever-loving shit out of the harpy with a nail bat. His mouth is pulled back into a vicious grin, his hair is somehow unaffected by the violent swings, and Eddie can somehow tell he's dragging this fight out with the harpy to blow off some steam.

"Oh! Steve!" one of the kids shouts, a girl with a beanie covering her hair. Her hat seems to be shifting just slightly, but Eddie thinks it might be a trick of the light. "Hit her to the music, like one of those movie fight scenes."

Then Eddie hears the boy, Steve, laugh. The sound is bright and clear and pierces right through Eddie's chest. "Sure thing, kiddo," Steve says, sliding back a step and twirling the bat in his hand. He tilts his head, listening to the song and catching the drums and keyboard, and then jumps right back onto the harpy.

And he does it. He starts swinging and landing hits on the harpy in time with the drums. Steve roundhouse kicks the harpy in the chest right as a guitar solo starts, his foot making contact with the first strum. Feathers are bursting in the air around Steve, brushing by him and creating brief, tiny dappled shadows over his face. The way he fights is like a dance, especially when he has music to follow and an audience to entertain.

Here's the thing: Eddie has never been one to keep his imagination in check. Why would he? Some of his best songs have been inspired by daydreams. So, when he sees the most gorgeous boy in the world beating a harpy's ass with a violent yet graceful dance, Eddie really can't be blamed for daydreaming.

The bright sun is replaced by a full moon, the park has become the shore by the lake at camp, and the audience of kids has disappeared completely. It's just him and Steve at the lake, smiling at each other and dancing, trading off lead between them. Eddie spins Steve and Steve dips Eddie. Somewhere, Dancing in the Moonlight is playing softly, nearly drowned out by their quiet laughter and whispered jokes and the waves of the lake brushing against the shore.

Oh. Oh.

That stupid prophecy. It was talking about this. The oracle predicted this moment and, apparently, considered it important enough to actually tell Eddie about it months ago. And he's spent this entire time trying to fight that obscure prophecy, trying to turn it into something bitter and filled with rage when it's just...just Steve. And Eddie doesn't know Steve yet, sure, but not even the gods could stop him from giving it a shot.

"YES!"

Eddie blinks, dragged harshly from his daydream by the kids shouting with joy as Steve brings the bat down on the harpy's head. The monster bursts into that familiar puff of smoke and mist and dust, and the kids cheer even louder.

Steve grins and stands up straight, rolling his shoulders and cockily resting the bat on his shoulder. He starts to turn toward the kids only to stop when he's facing Eddie, their eyes meeting and catching right as the song finishes playing.

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The rush of joy and adrenaline at beating the harpy is still surging through Steve when he sees the guy his age standing a few feet away, staring at them with wide eyes. For a brief moment, Steve thinks he's a human who just happens to be able to see monsters, too. They've run into a person like that before. Then he notices the shield on the guy's arm and realizes he must be like them to some degree.

Steve blinks, his shoulders tensing slightly as he studies the other boy. Hair that definitely needs a more specialized shampoo, big brown eyes, and a whole grunge kinda vibe that Steve finds inexplicably attractive. He could spend another hour staring at the guy, but then one of the kids leaps onto his back, laughing right in his ear and nearly making him go deaf.

"That was so awesome!" Dustin shouts, wrapping his legs around Steve's waist as the other kids rush to surround him.

El grabs his free hand, smiling up at him. "Thank you for dance fighting," she says, her words almost drowned out by the other kids shouting their favorite parts and Max insisting she could have helped with the fight.

Steve grins a little wider, feeling his adrenaline drain as the relief of keeping his kids safe takes its place. "She shouldn't have interrupted our day off," he says, stubbornly keeping his eyes on the kids instead of the guy still staring at them. "C'mon, we need to keep moving."

"Where are you going?"

The guy's voice is a little rough, and Steve thinks he'd be able to pick it out from any crowd after hearing it just once. He looks over at the guy, frowning slightly. "I don't think it's your business," he says, trying to ignore the part of him that feels bad.

Thankfully, the guy doesn't seem to care. He just shrugs and takes a few steps closer. "Oh, I don't know, big boy. I think your gaggle of demigods is definitely my business," he says.

"Is that a threat?" Steve asks, really hoping it isn't. It would be a shame to punch the guy's face.

The boy blinks, pausing like he's reconsidering how his words sounded. "Shit, yeah, that did sound bad," he says, frowning and tugging on a lock of hair. He pulls it in front of his mouth, a few more seconds passing before he says, "I'm gonna start again."

The guy clears his throat and the retracts his shield. It shrinks down into a guitar pic on a chain that he latches around his neck. "Okay," he says, "Eddie Munson, son of Hermes, future rockstar, and your guide to Camp Half-Blood."

"Future rockstar?" Max asks, her voice low and sardonic.

"Hermes has kids?" Mike asks.

"I've never heard of Camp Half-Blood," Steve says, pushing forward and herding the kids to stand behind him. He stores Eddie's name for later, forcing himself to focus on the whole Potential Threat to His Kids thing.

Eddie nods like this is something he's expected. "That's fine. Lucky for you, pretty boy, I'm here to explain it all."

"Pretty boy," Steve mumbles, doing his absolute best to not think about his face heating up.

From behind him, he hears Lucas groan, "Aww, man, they're gonna be gross."

Thankfully, Eddie doesn't pay them any mind. "Camp Half-Blood is a safe haven for demigods like us. It's got a barrier around it that keeps monsters out, and we make sure everyone is trained to fight monsters and survive as adults," he explains, grinning at Steve.

"Wait, how many more of us are there?" Will asks, poking his head around Steve to look at Eddie with wide eyes.

"Oh, hundreds. The gods aren't exactly known for keeping it in their pants."

"So, we'll be safe at this camp?" Steve asks slowly.

"Safe as can be, big boy."

"Is it demigods only?" Steve asks.

Eddie nods once, flashing a grin. "Of course. We've got one Olympian who helps run the camp as, like, a punishment thing. He doesn't do much, actually. But we've also got some nymphs and Chiron. Uh, there are a few monsters in the forest, but they aren't too dangerous. They're mostly for training. The main thing is that big dangerous monsters can't get to us, and the Mist keeps humans from stumbling on the camp, too."

Honestly? It sounds way too good to be true. Steve has spent years running across this country and back, collecting the kids along the way and struggling to keep them alive. How is he only now learning about some camp that's built just for kids like them?

"The Mist?" Dustin asks, pushing around Steve. He'd be halfway to Eddie if Steve didn't grab his shirt and drag him back. "What's the Mist?"

"It's, like, this camouflage thing that keeps humans from noticing monsters and our powers," Eddie explains, vaguely sweeping his hand in the direction of a few other park-goers. "It's why nobody started screaming when you beat that harpy."

"Oh, that's what it's called," Dustin says, his grin saying he's about to grill Eddie for all his knowledge if Steve doesn't stop him.

Eddie nods and looks over the kids before settling his gaze on Steve again. "You and the kids will be safe there," he says.

"I wouldn't mind settling down," Will says, tugging on Steve's sleeve and looking up at him hopefully.

The other kids nod in agreement, and El squeezes Steve's hand. "It sounds like it'll be safe for me, too," she whispers.

Gods, is it tempting. No more running around, a place they can actually settle down and call home. He could get a full night of sleep for once instead of waking up every other hour to check their surroundings. He wouldn't need to worry about food or clothes or what to do if the kids get sick.

Steve frowns slightly, thinking for a moment before looking back at Eddie. "What happens when we get there?" he asks.

"You'll be given the grand tour by yours truly," Eddie says, playfully bowing to Steve and the kids. "Then, you'll get sorted into cabins and start training."

"How will we be sorted?" Lucas asks. He sounds genuinely curious, so Steve swallows back his retort that they certainly won't be separated if he has anything to say about it.

"By your godly parent. So, pretty boy here will probably go into the Aphrodite cabin," Eddie says, winking playfully at Steve.

"Aphrodite isn't his mother," El says, pushing closer to Steve as the other kids agree.

Eddie blinks. "Uh, who is?"

Steve hesitates, studying Eddie for a few seconds before looking at the kids. This isn't something he should reveal without a general consensus from them. What he gets is a few shrugs, an exasperated sigh from Lucas, and some nods. "My dad is Zeus," Steve says, looking back at Eddie.

"Dude," Eddie breathes, his eyes wide as though his entire world has been shaken, "How the fuck are you alive?"

And Steve can't help it. He laughs, shrugging off the nerves he'd felt earlier because he just can't bring himself to mistrust Eddie. "It's a bit of a long story," he says, "but I could tell it to you on the way to Camp Half-Blood."

The way Eddie lights up is enough to slightly calm the ever-present anxiety that hums through Steve's veins. Maybe this won't be a disaster.

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starogeorgina · 2 months

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Paring: Joel Miller × reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions SA, violence, vomit

1.03

“D’ya hear me?”

The sun was beating down, making all three of you sweat like pigs. You lick at your dry lips before responding, “No, I didn’t hear you.”

“It doesn’t matter; it wasn’t important.” Joel straightens up his posture and looks down at you, worried. You’d been silently sitting by the side of the road for some time, arms clutching at your knees. He offers you his hand and says, “We're moving out.”

Automatically, you push up from the ground and wipe the dirt and sand off your trousers. It’s not until you do so that you realize Joel’s hand is still outstretched. Joel had been struggling with knowing how to comfort you and Ellie; for you, the slightest touch could bring the feeling of your throat being squeezed and your arms and legs being pinned back. And Ellie had lost some of her light due to the trauma she had been through.

“Sorry,” you mumble.

“Don’t be,” he says quietly. Joel glances back at Ellie, who is sitting on the back of a truck, swinging her feet back and forth. “I’m worried about you, both of you.”

“I’m fine.”

He sighs. “Look, you don’t need to tell me what happened, but I’m always here if you ever decide you want to.”

You did want to tell him, but you were afraid you’d break if you said the things those men tried to do to you out loud.

Joel picks your backpack up off the ground and shakes it off before handing it to you. “Come on, let’s go.”

—

Cautiously, you follow closely behind Joel as he leads you and Ellie into another run-down building covered with rumbles. The hospital you were looking for wasn’t too much further away, and the idea was to get to higher ground to see what direction was best to go in.

“It looks as if some kind of construction work started here before the world went to hell.” You stare up at a ledge leading to the next floor. “If one of us goes up, they can pass the ladder down.”

“Ellie, I’ll give you a boost.”

When Ellie doesn’t respond, you go over to her and say, “Hey, are you alright?”

She says nothing but continues to flip the blank pages of a book. The paper had changed color due to elements around it, making it change to an almost skin-like color. Imagine the things you saw while being held captive flooding your minds. You quickly pull your hair out of your face and vomit.

“Oh shit.”

“Ellie, go over to Joel.”

She remains standing beside you while Joel watches from a safe distance. People getting too close while you felt like this only made things worse.

“Go, now,” you say sternly, not wanting her to see you like this.

“Okay, bossy boots.”

The hope that Ellie didn’t see what you saw when you looked at the paper made you feel a little better. Tears spring to your eyes while you take deep breaths, trying to stop yourself from vomiting again. You stay like this until you hear a loud clattering noise from behind you and turn to see the ladder landing on the ground beside Joel.

“God damn it, Ellie!” He picks the ladder up and says, “Shit.”

“Where did she go?”

“I don’t know; she dropped the ladder and ran off.”

You practically snatch the ladders, throw them into place, and start climbing them without checking if they are secure. When it wobbles, Joel grips either side of the ladder or holds it in place and says, “It's fine, I’ve got you.”

“I’ve got you; you’re safe.”

You finish climbing up. “Ellie, stay there!”

“Come on, you gotta see this.”

You both take after her; being faster than Joel, you reach where Ellie ran first and freeze on the spot. “Oh, my god,” you smile. “Oh my god, I never thought I’d see one in the wild.”

“It’s so cool.”

You didn’t know what was more beautiful: seeing a giraffe in the wild or the way Ellie’s eyes lit up at seeing one for the first time.

“What the—” Joel stops running and stands beside you.

You look down between you and briefly flinch when your hands brush together, but Joel seems oblivious. He slowly steps forward, breaks off a few branches covered in green leaves, and hands them to Ellie so she can feed the giraffe.

The giggle that she lets out causes tears of happiness to fall from your eyes. You had convinced yourself that Ellie was just as broken as you were, but she wasn’t. Seeing her happy and laughing reminded you that everything you did was worth it to save her.

When the giraffe finishes eating, it starts to walk off in a different direction, out of sight. Excitedly, Ellie starts to follow it along the roof of the building. “Was she going? Come on.”

Joel offers you his hand, but this time with a small smile on his face. “It’s okay if you say no, but I promise in time... You’ll heal, never fully, but things do get better.”

“You know better than to say shit like that.” Your eyes gloss over, but you managed to hold the tears back. “We better keep an eye on the kid; otherwise, she might decide to just stay here instead.”

“Would that be such a bad thing?”

“That’s for her to decide, not us.”

—

The view from where you stood now was amazing; there were multiple animals, including a family of giraffes, living in an area that seemed to have been affected. The animals had healthy green grass to graze on, which itself was breathtaking. You remain silent while observing the beautiful view while Joel tries to have a serious conversation with Ellie.

“Look, I don’t know exactly where this hospital is,” he starts.

“Yeah, we’ll find it.”

“Sure. It’s just... maybe there’s nothin bad out there, but so far there’s always been something bad out there.”

Ellie shrugs. “We’re still here, though.”

“I know. I’m only saying there's a risk.”

After watching Joel struggle to ask what he wanted to ask for a few moments, you insert yourself into the conversation and say, “El, we can just turn around and go back to Tommy’s. You don’t owe the fireflies anything; we don’t need to do this if you don’t want to.”

“After everything we’ve done and everything we’ve been through, turning back now would mean it was all for nothing.” Her eyes are solely on Joel. “Once the fireflies have what they want, we can go wherever you want. Tommy’s, a sheep ranch, the moon. I’ll follow you anywhere.”

—

You make it down the opposite side of the building, back out onto the street without incident, and walk into a deserted medical camp site.

You peek a quick glance into some of the tents, careful not to touch anything but to observe enough to see if there’s anything worth taking left. Since it was a camp run by the army, you doubted it but thought you’d at least try.

Joel kept glancing over to you, so thinking he was wanting you to hurry up, you stop looking and make your way to them while trying to count how many tents there are. You lose count when you reach twelve. Joel sits down on a wall that is hip level with him and starts to tell you and Ellie about his experience in a similar camp after Sarah had died.

“Oh yeah, the guy that shot and missed,” you say, looking down at the ground, not wanting to stare at the scar left behind. You always wanted to know if it was that blast that left him partially deaf, but thought it was far too rude a question to ask.

“It was me. I was the guy who shot and missed.”

You almost gasp at his confession. Even though Joel had endured years of trauma, you were still shocked to learn that he attempted suicide.

“There’s no story. Sarah died, and I couldn’t see the point anymore. Simple as that. And I wasn’t scared either; I was ready. I couldn’t have been more ready. WhenI—” his voice starts to shake with raw emotion, something that was unusual for Joel. “When I went to pull the trigger, I flinched. I still don’t know why. Anyway, the reason I’m saying all this—”

Ellie interrupts him. “I know why you’re telling us this.”

“Yeah, I reckon you do.”

“So time heals all wounds, I guess.”

“It wasn’t time that did it,” he says.

The fatherly love that kept Joel fighting at the start of the apocalypse was lost the day Sarah died, but his mission to ship ‘cargo’ for the fireflies reignited that same love, but this time it was for Ellie. His love for her healed him.

To lighten the mood when you start walking again. Joel says, “You know what I’m in the mood for? Shitty puns.”

Delighted that she can read more of the puns from the book she found, Ellie happily retrieves it from her backpack. You smile while listening to them go back and forth over the terrible puns.

Hearing a metallic clanging noise coming from behind, you turn back, except to see a bird or different animal, and are shocked to see a man dressed in camouflage pointing his gun in your direction. Before you can say anything, Joel grabs you and Ellie and tries to shield you from the smoke.

Seconds later, everything goes back.

—

“Did Joel do this to you?”

“Fuck you.”

Marlene tilts her head and gives you a sympathetic look. Without so many layers of clothing on, the cuts and bruises covering your body were much easier to see. She goes to inspect one of the larger cuts on your bare arm, but you snatch your arms back and shuffle further back in the hospital bed until your back hits the wall. You had no memory of being brought inside, but it doesn’t bode well that the three of you had been split up.

“I never noticed these types of injuries on Ellie.” She crouches down to be level with you. “What happened? You get on Miller's bad side?”

If it wasn’t for fabric bounding your hands together, you would have swung for her. You grit your teeth. “Joel would never hurt me.”

“Are you sure about that?” She asks in a condescending tone.

“He risked his life saving me and Ellie. I’m fucking sure of it.”

“Good,” she smiles and stands again. “That means you’ll be useful to us after all.”

—

One of the men grabs you by the arm and roughly drags you out of the cubicle and down a filthy hospital hallway. Splatters of dried blood and dirt covered the floor and walls, but the smell of strong cleaning fluids caused your nose to run. You hear Marlene before you see her; she is telling Joel that Ellie is going to die.

Fucking fireflies, you were a fool for ever trusting them.

When you reach the cubicle Joel’s in, the man digs his foot into the back of your knee cap, causing your leg to buckle, making it easier for him to force you to your knees.

“What’s this?” Joel barks.

“Insurance,” Marlene says. “If you don’t go quietly, then we’ll have no choice but to kill her.”

Your eyes sting with tears when you meet Joel’s dark eyes. He lacked color, like he was about to throw up; he always looked like this when he was ill. You wouldn’t have been mad if he still fought like hell to get to Ellie, even if it meant losing you.

“Walk them out to the highway; leave them there with their packs.” Marlene hands one of the men Ellie’s pocket knives and says, “Give him this. He tries anything—shoot the girl, then shoot him.”

—

Guns pointed at your back, and you were pushed to a stairwell. You weren’t allowed to speak to anyone until you were at the highway, but all you needed was one look from Joel to know what he was planning.

When one of the men pushes your back to get you to move faster, you use it to your advantage and let out a small cry, “Don’t touch me.”

Rolling his eyes, he pushes again.

You freeze on the steps. “Stop fucking touching me!”

With the men momentarily distracted by your yelling, Joel takes the opportunity, hits the man closest to him, and takes his gun, then shoots him and the man beside you in the head. He takes the weapons from their bodies, including Ellie’s knife, and when he reaches you, he cups your face.

“There’s only a few bullets left; don’t shoot unless necessary,” he says, putting a gun in your free hand. “Stay close behind me, and soon as we find Ellie, you grab her and run.”

Joel kills multiple people without hesitation by either shooting or stabbing them. You never had the stomach for violence, but it was killed or be killed. All the fireflies and soldiers wouldn’t think twice before putting a bullet between your eyes.

When you reach the pediatric surgery unit, you start to speed up, but Joel holds you back, keeping you behind him. “Stay close,” he whispers. “Whatever happens next, Ellie is the priority; even if I fall, you keep going. You run and don’t look back.”

You both crouch down to walk underneath frosted windows and speak in a hushed voice. “Joel… Uh, you and Ellie are the best things that have happened to me in a long time.”

His lips are parted slightly when he turns back to look at you. “I know, and Ellie wasn’t the only one who healed me.”

You’re silent until you find Ellie knocked out on a hospital bed. She and her nurses and doctor surround her just as they are about to start surgery.

Joel pushes the door open, “unhooking her.”

The surgeon picks up a blade, and Joel shoots him in the head.

You repeat his words, “Unhook her.”

The nurses unhook her, and on Joel’s order, turn to face the wall. You pick Ellie up and are surprised by how weightless she feels.

—

You manage to make it to the elevator and to the underground parking garage. Joel points out a vehicle that still works. “Go, go, go.”

Just as you approach it, Marlene appears and aims her gun at Joel. “You can’t keep her safe forever. No matter how hard you try, no matter how many people you kill, she's going to grow up, Joel. And then you’ll die, and she’ll leave. Then what?”

You slowly reach for your gun, which is hidden by Ellie’s oversized hospital gown hanging down, and click the safety off.

“How long till she’s torn apart by being infected or murdered by raiders? Because she lives in a broken world that you could have saved.”

“Maybe.” His voice is cold. “But it isn’t for you to decide.”

“Or you. What would she decide?”

“She’s just a girl,” you say. “You can’t kill a child and say it’s in the name of science.”

“Would Ellie see it that way? I think you both know if she knew all the facts, Ellie would volunteer to sacrifice herself for the greater good.”

You kiss Ellie on the forehead and mumble, “I’m sorry.”

Joel’s eyes widen when you move quickly, raising your gun and pulling the trigger. When Marlene falls to the ground, you walk away, and Ellie is in the backseat of the vehicle.

—

“It’s alright, you’re with us; take it slow,” Joel says when Ellie starts to wake up. “The drugs are still wearing off.”

Her voice is groggy as she struggles to fully wake up. “I was with the fireflies, and then... what drugs?”

“They were running some tests on you—ones that they needed you asleep for,” you say quickly.

“They did tests on others as well,” Joel lies. “It turns out there’s a whole lot more like you. People who are immune. There are dozens of them. And the doctors couldn’t make any of it work. They’ve actually stopped looking for a cure.”

You watched Ellie’s face in the reflection of the mirror and could tell she didn’t believe anything she was hearing. You and Joel had already discussed that telling her the truth wasn’t a good idea. It was better to lie than for Ellie to know all those people died to save her.

A parent's love knows no bounds.

“Where are my clothes?” She asks, confused, why she’s still in a hospital gown.

“The hospital was overrun by raiders; we didn’t have time to find your clothes or my jacket.” You gulp down, “Joel only just managed to get us out in time.”

“Where people hurt?”

“Yes,” he says bluntly.

“What about Marlene?”

When neither of you answer, Ellie turns to face the other way, curling into herself while trying to fall back asleep.

—

After checking the bathroom of what was a functional gas station, it was clear that you should wait outside with Joel while Ellie gets changed into clothes that you found for her.

You lean back against the car door. “I can feel you staring.”

“I was going to say you look cold, but you’ll just tell me you’re not.”

“My arms aren’t cold, just sore,” you admit. The flesh of your arms is decorated by bruises in different stages of healing.

“I found these,” he says, holding up a brown leather jacket and a red zip-up jumper. “Just in case you ever start to feel cold.”

You take the jacket from him and say, “Thank you; it will at least hide these. I feel bad that Ellie can see them; it’s just a constant reminder for her.”

“And you,” he says softly. “I don’t know what happened inside that building, but from what Ellie told me... It won’t be easy for either of you to forget.”

You zip the jacket up, enjoying the comfort and secureness you felt from your arms now being covered. You sigh, “The first man I killed in that place was called James. He told me I was lucky, chosen that instead of killing me, they would take turns trying to get me pregnant, and that’s what they did with most women they took in.”

Maybe it was the fact that Joel made you feel safe, or everything that happened with Ellie and the fireflies, but you no longer felt terrified to talk about what happened.

“What did they do with the others?” He asks.

You chew on your bottom lips before answering, “Kill them, then eat them.”

“That’s fucked up.”

“No kidding,” you finally meet his gaze. There were no traces of judgment in his eyes, only compassion. “Three men came into the room. They untied me and dragged me on top of a metal table, and two of them pinned me down by my arms. I waited until James had pulled his cock out and kicked him between the legs. They bit one of them, grabbed the knife from the table, and... I just started stabbing and cutting them.”

“We’ve all done some pretty bad shit to survive.”

“I stabbed James in the dick. I thought I'd be every woman they must have raped, and something in me just snapped.”

Joel moves closer to you, but not close enough to make you uncomfortable. “I those men weren’t already dead…”

“I know, but they are. All we can do now is try our best to keep all this shit away from Ellie.”

“When we get to Tommy’s community in Jackson, I want us to live together.”

You chuckle. “I just assumed we would be.”

You’re taken aback by how nervous he looks, his foot kicking at the dirt below. “I mean, live together as a real couple, that sort of thing.”

You smile up at him and say, “I think we can make that work.”

—

Your legs ache, and a five-hour hike up a hill wasn’t easy with the feeling of exhaustion weighing you down.

“You know, Sarah and I used to hike like this all the time,” Joel smiles. “I wouldn’t say it was her favorite thing. She wasn’t a fan of mosquitoes and such, but she was a big climber or scamper. That’s probably the right word. That girl, she’d see a big rock and just go.”

He turns back to face Ellie and says, “She would have liked you. Not to say the two of you are the same. Differently different kids.”

“How so?” She asks.

“Well, she was a lot more, I wanna say girly. And I’m not saying you’re not girly.”

You snort, “El is the exact opposite of girly.”

“I’m really not girly.”

“Yeah, you’re not.” Joel’s arms sway slightly as he relaxes his shoulders. “So that, and Sarah was taller. She had a killer smile, again not saying you don’t. But you know why I think she’d like you?”

“Why?”

“Because you’re funny. I think you would’ve made her laugh. Anyway, I bet you would have liked her back.”

“Yeah, I bet I would’ve.”

You reach the top of the hill, which looks down on your new home. “Not much further now.”

“Hey, wait,” Ellie says. “Fuck. Back in Kansas City, you asked me about the first time I killed someone. When I got bit in the mall, I wasn’t on my own. My best friend was there; she got a bit too. We didn’t know what to do, and she says, ‘We can just wait it out, be all poetic, and just lose our minds together.’ And then she did, and I had to…”

You let Ellie hold your hand as she started to choke up.

“Her name was Riley, and she was the first to die. And then it was Tess. And then Sam.”

“Those deaths aren’t on you; none of them are.”

Joel nods in agreement. “Sometimes things don’t work out the way we hope. You can feel like you’ve come to an end and you don’t know what to do next, but if you just keep going, you’ll find something new to fight for. And maybe that’s not what—”

“Swear to me,” she says, looking between you and Joel with fierceness in her eyes. “Swear to me that everything you said about the fireflies is true.”

Immediately, Joel says, “I swear.”

“It’s true, kid.”

“Okay,” she nods. “Just one more thing, when are you going to cut this longing romance shit out and admit you are together?”

You and Joel share a look and a smile.

#the last of us #joel miller x female reader #joel miller/you #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller the last of us #the last of us x you #the last of us x reader #joel the last of us #the last of us fanfiction #joel miller #run

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adoreeenina · 6 months

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I wanna be yours - Ch. 5

(Recom! Miles Quaritch x Sully! Reader x Recom! Lyle Wainfleet)

(Warning: Polyamorous relationship. Angst. Enemies to Lovers. Slow burn. Falling in love. Redemption arc. Canon deaths (but not really). Romance. Smut. Jealousy. Threesome. Anal(both F & M receiving). Mention of suicide, self harm, depression, anxiety. PTSD. Feelings being revealed. Jake and Neytiri not being good parents to reader. Reader being a motherly figure to Spider.)

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“Who the fuck gave you permission to leave?” Quaritch seethes, watching as you walk back to camp with one of their backpacks you had taken, filled to the brim with Puffball, Spartan, and Yovo fruit.

You had woken up early before anyone, and even sneaked past Prager, who was on watch for the night. You were hungry, you haven’t ate since being taken.

“I was getting food” you snark back as you grab a spartan fruit and toss it to Spider, who easily caught it.

“We have food” Quaritch counters as if he was talking to a bratty child, and maybe he was.

“Real food. That shit you tried to poison me last night isn’t food. Just try it” you shove a Yovu fruit into chest, careful not squeeze it. “You’ll thank me later” you grin. You toss different fruits to the other recoms, some eyes it suspiciously and others, like Lyle, bites into the fruits with no hesitation.

“Oh my god, this so good” you hear Lopez moan in content.

You walk over to Spider who holds the Spartan fruit towards you. You grab it as you sit down next to him, you had managed to find a thin rock that you had washed in a stream close by. You start cutting the fruit into smaller pieces and placing them on a leaf for Spider.

“Thank you” Spider graciously pulls the leaf full of fruit towards him. You watch Spider as he takes a deep breath, pulling the mask up, he places a piece of fruit into his mouth before covering his face once again, humming appreciated.

You look around seeing many of the recoms eating the fruits with their bare hands, juice covering their mouths and dripping down their hands, you turn to see the Colonel, using his knife to cut into the fruit, stabbing it and placing it in his mouth.

•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

Trying to decide on how to teach the recoms was harder than you thought. You had agreed on Spider to teach the recombinants the language, you don’t think you have the patience for that. Normally you would have taught them how to ride a Pa’li, but there’s none around, plus you don’t really trust them not to kill them.

A bow and arrow is also a must for their iknimaya, but you doubt any of them would be any to train with a bow, seeing how trigger happy they are with their guns.

Balance is what you decided to teach them first. They’re aren’t human anymore, their Na’vi bodies are made for the forest, they just have to trust their natural instincts and body.

A week passes and you had managed to convince them to get rid of the boots, but not without the whining and the reluctance from them.

Spider had taken a liking to the recoms, you’ve seen how close he’s been getting with Lyle, Ja, and Mansk. It worried you on how attach Spider is getting but you can’t blame him, back at high camp many of the Na’vi just see him as a demon, a mistake. It’s refreshing seeing Spider this way, it gives you happiness.

There’s not a day that goes by that you don’t think about your siblings. If you know your father, he most likely moved out of High Camp and found safety somewhere else for the safety of the family. It doesn’t mean you can’t be a bit petty towards him.

You have noticed how Lyle tried to get you to open up, anytime he had the time, he would look for you and try to talk to you, you immediately shut him down and walk away from him. If only you looked back, you would see how his ears flick downwards.

•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

“You have to be faster than that, ” you giggle as you swiftly land on a different branch, avoiding Lopez hands. He quickly doubles back and tries to hold his balance on the branch above you.

You’ve been teaching them on how to hunt and practice their balance, and cause you wanted to fuck with the recoms, you thought a game of tag will help. It helped with Lo’ak and Neteyam, it could help the recoms.

The recoms seems to like the game of chase, they like the thrill of it, like it was instinct. You running around the trees, jumping from branch to branch, tree to tree. You felt free, besides the tracker that the Colonel made you wear on your wrist.

You had half of the unit trying to catch you, Lyle, Lopez, Ja, and Prager, while the others stayed behind, mostly Quaritch stayed behind to watch your movements from the tracking device in his hands. He didn’t want to risk you running off. His words? You plan to run off, I’ll bring you back with your ass bruised. Well that was kind of a tempting offer might you add.

“Use your tail as counterbalance. Your tail is what helps you” you shout at them.

“Don’t you see I’m trying, babosa” Lopez curses at you. You couldn’t help but giggle at his obvious agitation.

Your ears twitch hearing silent footsteps behind you. Whoever it was is stealthily as shit, but it still needs work, their sky people cloths makes them loud.

You moved just in time to see Lyle throw his arms out to try and catch you. He didn’t calculate well when he threw himself at you. Barely catching himself on the branch as he hangs on the side of the branch for dear life.

“Damn! You guys suck at this” you grin down at Lyle. Lyle just huffs a laugh as he shakes his head.

Since this game of tag the only people who almost managed to catch you was Lyle and Mansk.

“You’ll need to cut those pants, they make too much noise” you nod your towards his cammies.

“Yeah? You want to see me naked too, Sully?” He grins up at you. You watch as Lyle groans as he pulls himself up. Damn he has good arm strength.

“Maybe” with that, you hop to another branch to crest distance before he could cheat and catch you.

•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

Watching the recom unit try to be Na’vi is entertaining to no end. You and Spider even made bets.

The first bet? Who would be the first to fail to catch a fish.

You had taken the unit to the closest stream, another lesson. To teach them how to hunt. Again you wanted to teach them the bow, but of course they declined, saying *why we need bows if we have guns*

You watch on the sidelines, seeing many of them in their undergarments, trying to catch fish, many failed.

You look back to your hands, weaving a basket for your next trip to get food for your and the others, Prager got pissed when you returned his backpack smelling of sweet fruits and sticky from its juices.

You felt uncomfortable. You hate how these demons acted like they didn’t just kidnapped you and Spider, you hate it even more seeing how Spider is playing with them in the water, distracting the demons from their teaching.

“Thinking pretty hard there, mama” hearing the all to familiar voice of the biggest pain in your ass.

“Please kindly go away, I’m introverting” Quaritch couldn’t hold back a grin at your sarcasm. You’re a spitfire, that’s for sure. He can’t deny that he kinda likes that about you.

“You’re little sarcastic comments will get you into trouble one of these days”

That makes you roll your eyes as you continue to weave your basket, not even bothering to look at him. Just looking at him makes you want to drown him.

“I’ve reach at that point where my brain goes from ‘you probably shouldn’t say that’. To ‘what the hell. Let’s see what happens’” you place the half made basket to the side as you stand to your full height. You walk closer to the stream, kneeling down you pluck two yursyulang from the ground, thanking the great mother. You start making your way to the far side of the stream where the waterfall is.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Quaritch calls for you in irritation. That made you turn to look at him with a glare

“I’m going to bathe unless you want to watch me” you throw your hands up, where does this asshole have the fucking audacity to control you, praying to the great mother to give you patience for these demons.

You turn back around to continue on your way behind the waterfall. You glance back at the unit, you caught Lyle’s gaze before you disappear completely behind the waterfall.

You look at the two pinkish r reddish flowers in your palms, you were planing on washing your cloths and your body. With a sigh, you place the flowers down, you tug the shirt over your head and toss it carelessly to the side, along with the sweatpants.

You sit on the edge, letting your body slide into the water on a rock, not fully in the water, you quietly moan in relief as your shoulders relax, the water is warm and earthy-smelling, crystal clear as it laps against your skin like wet silk.

Your arm reach to grab one of the flowers and dip it into the water before rubbing it into your skin on your arms, washing away any dirt from the days in the forest, loving the feeling the flower leaving your skin clean and soft. You continue cleaning the rest of your body.

You slid further into the water, dipping your head, wetting your braids. You rub the flower between your hands, leaving a milky substance, once you’re satisfied, you start washing your hair and scalp.

Once done, you start washing the cloths, dipping the cloths into the water, you start rubbing the flower against the cloths and scrub the cloths onto a rock.

“Having fun?” You jump at the voice and snap your head to entranceway of the waterfall. Seething the female recom.

“Can I help you?” You snarl before turning back to scrubbing the cloths against the rock, not really caring that the woman is seeing you naked. The Na’vi are comfortable in their own bodies, you’re no different, besides the insecurities of your heritage.

“Just checking on you” she shrugs as she eyes your figure as she tilts her head.

“Let me guess, the demon ordered you to check on me, to make sure I didn’t make a run for it?” You sarcastically made without even looking at her.

Zee chuckles before walking a little closer, not too close. “Is it obvious?”

“Very”

Zee watches you curiously, her eyes gaze down at your body, seeing multiple scares across your body. You’re obviously a warrior, it’s clear from the cloths you were wearing and the scars imprinted around your body.

Zee and many others of team are intrigued by you, not because you were Jake Sully’s daughter but your discrepancy. You look exactly like your father with some similarities to your mother. The extra finger and the hairy eyebrows is what gave it away that you were a half breed.

When you were heavily sedated back at Bridgehead. Zee remembers Lyle talking about how you have Heterochromia iridum. Zee is no expert or scientist but she knows that isn’t normal for the Na’vi., She remembers Jake Sully, she knows Jake didn’t have that, maybe his twin brother had it? You were also curvier, thick! But strong, she heard from Mansk on how you were able to take him down so easily. It amazes her, how a runt like you was able to take down not only one but three men that were twice your size.

Zee also notice how closed off you are. She seen how Lyle tries to make conversation with you but you instantly shut him out and You like pissing Quaritch off. She’s could see the discomfort and mistrust in your eyes when you’re with the group while Spider instantly bonded with them.

“You don’t like us very much don’t you?” Zee ask. You huff a laugh amusingly before turning to look at her.

“Try getting kidnapped by Na’vi wannabes, be forced to teach them the Na’vi way. Get threaten by the asshole of a Colonel, then we’ll talk. Don’t get it twisted, I’m not doing this from the goodness of my heart, I’m doing this to make sure you demons don’t lay a finger on Spider”

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“You know, if you wanted time alone, all you had to do was ask” Lyle climbs onto the thick branch that you’re sitting on. You groan seeing his presence once again. It’s like he loves annoying you

Lyle sits sideways on the branch, a few inches away from you. You’re facing him with your back against the tree.

Since the conversation with Zee, you ignored everyone, including Spider. You wanted time alone, and you can’t even have that with Lyle following you around like a lost cub.

“Ever heard of ‘wanting time away from the kids’” you huff in annoyance. It’s past Eclipse, many of the recoms are still awake, chatting away, you could hear laughter from up where you were.

“Ouch” Lyle places his hand to his heart with faux pain. “Just came to check on you. You seemed pretty pissed off back at the stream”

“How caring” you roll your eyes. Your head tilts upwards to look up at stars, letting the cool air graze your skin so lovingly. You miss Rawm, you know he misses you. You want to fly again, feel the breeze in your face, blowing at your hair.

“I want you to teach me Na’vi”

“Spider is teaching you” you look at Lyle with a deadpan look. Lyle grins seeing the annoyance clear in your eyes.

“I learn better when I have pretty face teaching me” Lyle scoots a little closer to you. Your ears tilt down as the end of your tail sways side to side next you.

“How charming” with a sigh, you sit up, crossing your legs. “Fine”

——

“Sevin”

“Seven”

“No! Skxáwng!” Your hand smacks the side of head, a small ‘ow’ falls from his lips as he looks at you in surprise.

“Again! Sevin? Seee-vin!” You growl, you’re growing frustrated with the Corporal in front of you. Lyle changed his sitting position to sit cross cross in front you.

“This is stupid! I’m clearly saying it right!” Your hand reach out to slap his head again for his ignorance.

“Ow! Stop slapping me!” Lyle groans as he rubs at his head. You ignore him and his childish antics

“Again!” You demand, you watch Lyle grumble as he tries to pronounce the word.

“Sevin” Lyle says perfectly, making you smile.

“Yes” you squeal at his accomplishment as you clap your hands.

“What does that mean?” Lyle question.

“Pretty”you answer with a smile. You look down at the small camp below you, hearing their laughter getting louder, hearing Spider scolding them, warning them of predators.

You feel hands caressing your hands before gently holding them, your turn to look at Lyle, looking at you with such admiration. Your breath hitch, as you gaze into his eyes.

“ngeyä nari lu sevin” (you’re eyes are pretty) your eyes widen at his perfect Na’vi. You feel your body warm up, you sheepishly look down at Lyle’s hands clutch yours.

You notice Lyle is not wearing his gloves, his hands bare as they hold yours. His hands engulfing yours, you see his hands are twice the size of yours.

Before you could register it, you start tracing the veins on the back his hands. You never met anyone with hands like yours, not counting Lo’ak, Kiri, your dad and the avatars back at High Camp. You compare the size of your hands to Lyle’s. He has beautiful hands.

“You have beautiful hands, why hide them behind those ugly gloves?” You didn’t what compelled you to ask. Lyle looks away from your hands to you.

“Don’t know, I just-“ Lyle shrugs, “I just do” he doesn’t take his eyes off you. He’s mesmerized by you, he didn’t understand why, maybe cause you’re exotic looking, you look completely different from the other Na’vi he’d seen and that includes Zee and Walker.

Eye contact is such an intense thing. Like a million thoughts rush through your mind all while looking into someone’s soul… intriguing…

Eye contact is dangerous, dangerous thing. But lovely, oh so lovely.

Looking up at him, you notice how he’s only staring at you, a gentle look on his face. Why is he looking at you like that?

“Y/n?!?” Hearing Spider call for you snaps you out of your daze. You look away, feeling embarrassed, pulling your hands out of Lyle’s grasp.

“I have to go” you didn’t bother hearing if Lyle responds as you swiftly jump down branch to branch so easily.

“Fuck” Lyle curses as he aggressively wipe down his face with his hand, not being able to his eyes off of you.

(Lyle’s hands are fucking gorgeous, you have to agree with me on that, also when was anyone going to tell me that I spelled Lyle’s last name wrong, now I look stupid and have to edit his name on my other chapters. How embarrassing)

Taglist: @alexandra-001 @commanderrivercc-3628 @henhouse-horrors @certainkittenpeach

Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/aninelover21-blog/731326408887042048/bound-to-you-masterlist

(Who do you think would catch Y/n’s heart first? Lyle or Miles? I’ll love to hear your opinions)

#miles quaritch x reader #recom lyle wainfleet #sully reader #lyle wainfleet x reader #recom miles quaritch #spider x reader #polyamory #throuple #polyamarous #miles quaritch x reader x lyle wainfleet #I wanna be yours

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anarchy-and-piglins · 10 months

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Technoblade had his guard up the moment they stepped foot on Unseelie territory.

The rumors he had grown up with rang true. As a fae himself, Techno could tell a difference in the magic that ran through these woods. Any creature encountered here could not be trusted.

And that was kind of a problem considering he was pretty much traveling blindly. All they had given him was a vague set of directions and his precious cargo that Techno had to get there. No pointers on how to get across Unseelie land untouched. The guards he had brought with him were capable and Techno wasn't humble about his own skills in a fight. The issue wasn't a threat to their physical safety. But he didn't want to cause an all-out war if he provoked any hostility.

The last time the two courts had a serious conflict, too many lives were lost. As the leader of this envoy, it was Techno’s responsibility to prevent that from happening again.

It hadn't been long before he heard something up ahead. It sounded like a lute being played, and the humming of a tune that ran underneath. They continued down the road, until Techno spotted him. A young fae around his age was sitting on a branch that curved over the path. His feet dangled off as he played his instrument.

But Techno wasn’t fooled. He had expected they’d be keeping an eye on the road.

The Unseelie knew about his mission. And they’d do anything to get their hands on something so precious.

Raising a hand to signal his men to stay back, Techno stepped forward. As much as he loathed the intricacies of diplomacy, Techno knew his way around words very well. He’d rather do the talking himself than risk one of the guards misspeaking and getting them into trouble.

“Hullo,” he greeted the man politely enough.

The other fae looked down at him with vivid brown eyes, mouth pulling up into a wicked grin.

“Oh, what’s this? Lost wanderers?” He dropped himself down from the tree to land nimbly on his feet, brown curls bouncing. “Can I have your name? I don’t like talking to strangers.”

“You may know my name,” Techno said, trying not to grin at a slight twitch of the man’s brow in annoyance. Did they really think he’d be that stupid? “It’s Technoblade.”

“I suppose you may know mine too then. Wilbur.” Techno ignored his outstretched hand.

“I need to get to the other side of these woods,” he explained. “You wouldn’t be so chill as to grant us safe passage for free, would you? That’d be pretty pog.”

This time it was Wilbur’s turn to chuckle. With the Unseelie, nothing came without a price.

“Depends on where you need to go. Can I have your map?” Wilbur asked.

“No,” Techno said while handing it to him. “But you can look at it.”

Wilbur unfurled it with a light laugh. “I’m not going to steal your shit.”

“I’ve heard your sort is quite prone to doing that.”

“Nah, we only take what’s interesting to us.” With that, Wilbur’s eyes briefly flicked towards where Techno’s guards were waiting, the paladin with his cargo.

“Safe passage,” Techno reminded him.

“Right, right.” Wilbur bunched the map up into a messy ball and shoved it back at him, starting to walk ahead and gesturing for them to follow. “My family can take you. I’ll bring you to them. And I guarantee no harm will come to you or your shipment.”

“Liar.”

Wilbur froze. The expression on his face was comically confused.

“Fae can’t lie,” he said slowly, almost as if he was testing the water.

“Seelie can’t lie,” Techno corrected - ironically also because Wilbur was right. Seelie couldn’t lie.

Unseelie, on the other hand.

“How did you know I was lying?” Wilbur asked.

Again, Techno found himself unable to speak anything but the truth.

“It’s a talent I’ve had since birth. No clue where it comes from, I can just tell when I’m being lied to.” It was no wonder Techno had been chosen for this mission.

“Interesting,” Wilbur muttered. And when Techno looked at him, Wilbur was staring right back at him, golden-brown eyes even more ablaze with an uncomfortable sort of fascination. “You’re… that’s very interesting.”

Techno shifted on the spot, trying not to instinctively reach for his sword. “Your family?”

“Yes!” Wilbur snapped out of it suddenly, blinking a few times. But he never really looked away from Techno again, his smile that much more unsettling. “Right this way, they’ll be thrilled to meet you. We so rarely get visitors here, I think they’ll really enjoy having you stay.”

And oddly enough, Techno could tell that those words were not a lie.

#dark sbi #technoblade #shara writes

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Bow to Me: Quivering [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader]

Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: (16) Loki's archery lesson unlocks an ominous promise. (w/c 3.8k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Wankst. Language. "Friends" w/ benefits. Jealousy.

It was a short, hellish trip to the archery field with Loki riding the black stallion. Trees whirred past as you clung on for dear life, the medieval veil plastered to the side of your face. “Do we really need to go this fast-fuckkk Loki…” you yelled, covering your eyes before Loki’s seidr melted a thick tree branch hanging in your path. You could hear him chuckling infuriatingly beside you, enjoying every second of your torment as the force of motion whipped his wild hair. “Always!” he shouted against the wind.

He pulled you tighter against his chest. Long strands of wolf hide tickled the delicate skin beneath your eyes as you braced against him; turned away from seemingly imminent death. You winced as the string of the bow slung over his shoulders pressed into your lip, cursing the god who refused to make anything fucking easy. Mercifully, the horse began to slow. Loki’s fingers tugged the leather reigns, soothing noises from his lips making his chest vibrate. The horse slowed to a light trot. “It seems as though you will be spared my tutelage at present, Agent.” he cooed mockingly, nudging his nose against the curve of your cheekbone. You looked around, dazed as your blurred vision settled on the line of targets set up at the edge of the field. And standing in front of them – Amanda. The shareholder woman? What the fuck is she doing here? You thought, as Loki brought the ebony steed to a stop. His fingers wrapped around your waist, decamping you in an unceremonious slide down the flank. You landed with a shaky thud, vaguely aware of the god swinging a leg over and gracefully dismounting with a devilish smile. “My Lady.” he purred, sinking to one knee as she approached. She extended a hand with a giggle, draped sleeves of a medieval gown similar to yours accentuating the flourish. You grimaced as he gently pulled it towards him, placing his lips lightly on her skin. His eyes flickered up to meet hers. You knew how hypnotic that look could be. Although granted, you’d usually experienced the view from between your legs. “I heard you were taking the archery, and well...I couldn’t resist the chance to be taught by a real life god.” she twittered, saccharine tone making you want to punch her in the face. “The early bird gets the worm and all that…” she cackled shrilly, making you wince again. Loki beamed. “Good Lady, it would be my pleasure.” he enunciated, ensuring that every syllable was loaded with the weight his innuendo commanded. “Oh my god…” you muttered scathingly under your breath, taking the opportunity to straighten out the fold of your skirts. You turned towards the horse, patting his head as Loki rose to his full height out the corner of your eye. The horse stamped twice, batting it's long lashes. “Wait by the white line over there. Take the ash bow, please.” he instructed softly to Amanda. You heard her hum thoughtfully. “The light coloured one.” Loki purred to her, before turning towards you. You could almost hear the shit-eating smirk spreading across his face. You watched Amanda sashay further into the field, the unmistakable swing of her hips making it obvious she was still nursing her infatuation with Loki. I can’t blame her, you thought; sucking in your cheeks. But still.

“How fortunate for you not to have the arduous task of breaking me in for the guests.” Loki smarmed to your side, giving the ebony steed two short claps on the neck. The position meant he loomed behind you, curls of his tousled hair falling over your temple. “Although I’m sure you were looking forward to me teaching you a thing or two. Perhaps afterwards. Amanda comes first, I’m afraid.”

Loki snapped his fingers, making a small stool appear to his side. The wood was smooth, a beautifully rich mahogany glowing in the sun like freshly melted chocolate. “You couldn’t conjur something with a back?” you huffed, making him laugh softly. Without another word, he began to stride towards the woman shuffling fifty paces away, her hand falling and re-attaching to her hip nervously as she tried to look unphased. You knew the feeling. Although you hoped you were better at hiding it.

You watched as Loki charmed the VIP through the basics of placement, loading arrows and the like. The chime of their flirtatious laughter made you wince. He was being sweet. Urgh, it made you feel ill.

She’s one of Stark’s biggest shareholders, he’s just giving her special treatment it’s not..it’s fine. Who cares, not me. You realised the force of your teeth grinding together was making your head hurt.

Amanda wasn’t a natural, that much was clear. Either that or she isn’t paying attention, you noted; as another arrow tumbled to the ground. “Oops.” you heard her giggle, as Loki descended in a low squat. His thick thighs made an inverted V, bursting against the tight leather as he gazed sluttishly up to her above the collar of that ridiculous fur jacket. Even from this distance, you could feel the heat of her desperate stare lingering on his cock through the aged material. It would be bulging at that angle, the soft weight straining against every centimetre of available space. She probably thinks he’s got a semi, but he won’t. It’s just big, you thought. Or hell, maybe he does.

What was it that irked you? Seeing the flat of his palm sinking into the curve of her waist? Fingertips creasing against the fabric gathered at her hip as he pulled her closer into position? The gravitation of his lips towards her ear, whispering praise as she pulled back the string past her cheek? The realisation that quite possibly, he had never cared at all. Just like you had wanted.

The thud of an arrow hitting the target made you jump. Amanda squealed, throwing an arm around Loki’s neck with the other holding the bow outstretched. A broad smile was plastered on his face, his eyes running to her lips and back to her eyes. You grimaced. See? It’s not a you-thing. If the bosses wouldn’t flip their shit, he’d probably be shagging her on the grass right now. The intrusive thought made a flood of nausea roll in your belly. Shit.

“Agent, you’re up.” Loki called firmly, tinged with amusement. Amanda’s display. He couldn’t have planned it better himself. The walk towards him seemed to take forever, a secretive smile from your unwitting rival as you passed her making your stomach flip. Loki stood with his arms resting on the bow, anchored on the ground. He looked so fucking smug in that ridiculously erotic jacket. Arsehole, you thought; cursing yourself.

“I don’t need your help.” you scoffed, as he handed you the bow. “Don’t you?” he replied with mock innocence, reaching behind him to produce a finely crafted arrow. The end was a feather you had never seen before, a lush deep green which seemed to shimmer in the light. You hadn’t noticed the quiver slung across his back, a thick leather strap tight against the wolf’s pelt. You sighed, taking it and slotting it into the hold. You drew the arrow back and let it fly; hoping to god you weren’t rusty.

With a pathetic tap, it pierced the wicker edge of the target board. Fuck. “Mmm.” Loki hummed smugly, fastening his hands behind his back.

“I was distracted. You’re putting too much pressure on me.” you muttered, flustered. Loki chuckled. “Too much pressure? I hardly think so, considering your occupation.” he drawled, brows slanted in expectation as he lowered his chin. “Perhaps it is my presence that is making you uneasy. Do you have an unfortunate build up of tension, Agent? As I recall, you didn’t climax on our last encounter.” “Yeah that was pretty rude, actually.” you said, lining up another shot. “I was rude?” Loki snarled incredulously. “You have a very selective memory.” There was silence as you adjusted your aim with an empty bow, squeezing one eye shut. “No, no no-” Loki huffed, pressing the hand holding the bow down. “Clearly you need a firm hand to deliver the only kind of motivation you seem to respond to.”

Loki’s tunic was suddenly flush to your back, the spikes of wolf hide poking through the satin of your dress. His large hand covered yours, gripping the bow; fingers clasping around your own. The other slid over your hip, feeling down the muscle of your forearm taut with tension. “Your aim runs high, Agent.” he smouldered. “You need to lower yourself.” Loki’s hand left your waist, and you felt your heart drop. He reached behind him to the battered leather quiver slung across his back, pulling out another arrow with unbearable slowness. You could hear the scrape of metal on dried skin as it slid from the holster. He guided the point of your bow down several inches, his sharp cheekbone snug against the back of your head. “The arrow will find its way to the target if you simply give in to the chaos, and trust me.” You exhaled sharply through gritted teeth. “I was aiming in the right-” “-Trust me, Agent” Loki repeated calmly, cutting you off. “You were not.” You pursed your lips, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of further debate. “Now...pull your arm back” he murmured, “and set your thumb against that pretty jaw.” His hand guided yours, feeling the base of your thumb slot against your cheekbone. “Harder. Nice and tight.” he murmured. You complied, reluctantly. “That’s it.” Loki praised darkly, letting his fingers graze up your bicep and up to the point of your elbow. You could feel him tense forward, the flat expanse of harsh muscle exposed at the neckline of his tunic pressing between your shoulder-blades. Loki shifted his stance, legs widening behind you. At the new angle, you could feel his cock hardening furiously against the curve of your ass; pressing tightly into the soft flesh through the leather pants. Instinctively, you pushed your rear against him; desperate to feel it. Pathetic, you thought; as your eyelids fluttered shut.

He growled, lips brushing the shallow of your cheekbone as he observed your refreshed aim; not acknowledging the pillar of furiously hard cock between you. Loki’s words were scratching, like sandpaper scraped over tarmac. “I know that you are in love with me, Agent.” he purred, “and I will have you admit it.” He sucked your earlobe between his teeth as your tensed arm began to quiver. “Come on, you got this!” Amanda cheered loudly beside the horse across the field. The horse stamped, shaking its head. You’d forgotten she was even there. Loki smirked against your cheek, the scratch of his fur lapel making the exposed skin on the nape of your neck tingle. “I will have you swallow your pride and concede that your heart belongs to me. I would hear you beg for me, on your knees – if the moment takes you.” A violent shiver rolled down your spine. “I’m bored of your games, Loki.” you murmured shakily, closing one eye as you tried to regain concentration from the groan of utter desire building in your throat. His breath was hot against your neck, crashing against your goose-fleshed skin like waves at a seawall. You began to raise the bow, but the god pushed your wrist down. “Nonsense.” he purred casually, retreating his fingers over the sliver of your exposed collarbone, brushing a strand of hair back as he went. Your shoulder-blades squeezed together. “I would have you bow to me. I would have you beg me...” he murmured, thrusting his hips gently against your ass. “for...release.” On command, you let the arrow fly. It soared through the air in a perfect, lethal line - piercing the target with a loud thwack. “Better.” Loki whispered huskily, his smirk audible. Frantic, muted claps from Amanda peppered the air. She was really laying it on thick.

Loki backed away from you as you lowered the bow. He beckoned Amanda with a wave. “I must take care of something.” he muttered. “Watch the civilian, would you?” You gaped, as he waved his hand; making the flap of a small tent to the side of the field fly open on his approach. 'I would have you beg me'. You frowned, seeing him disappear behind the garish fabric. “Just us girls then?” Amanda quipped with an air of disappointment, coming up beside you. “Just us girls, for now.” you repeated with a strained smile, loading another arrow. “He’ll be back. He always is, unfortunately.”

Loki braced a hand against the pole at the centre of the tent. Red and white striped fabric rustled, the walls billowing slightly against a gust. The colours gave a soft hue to the air as he steadied his breathing. Steadied the thump of his heart. She isn’t breaking, he thought. He slid his forearm down the pole, wolf-fur catching against the grain. With a sigh, he rested his back against it. Of all the creatures in all the realms that he could become infatuated with, by the Norns why was it one so insufferably irritating? He closed his eyes, hearing the thump of an arrow hitting the target followed by a low rumble of disapproval. Loki frowned.

You hadn’t followed his advice. But you would. Resting his head back against the hard wood, he felt the pulse of hot blood tight in his leathers. Fuck, he was so fucking hard. Always, with her. Like a dog. Or a wolf. He smirked. He ran his hands through his hair, smoothing it behind his ears as he heard the light chatter of your stilted conversation. Five minutes. They wouldn’t miss him for five minutes. She loves me, he thought. That much was obvious. And it wasn’t just her thoughts. All his senses were heightened when it came to her. He could feel the hairs stand up on the back of her neck, the rush of desire which throbbed between her legs. The twisting in her stomach as she fought against her desires. Her scent, by the gods. When he was near, every pore on that radiant skin oozed a pheromone designed to drive him to base insanity. Tentatively, he unbuckled the thick leather belt cinched around his waist; letting it fall quietly to the grass. He untied the laces at the crotch of his trousers, each grating slide of the strings seeming louder than anything else in the world. A shaky breath shuddered the air as he slid the tight leather trousers past his hipbones before squeezing a hand inside. It caught on his public hair, making him wince. Loki gripped his straining cock, letting it bounce free with a sigh of relief. Fuck. His back arched against the pole as he began to stroke, a jolt of his knees making him widen his legs. The crotch of his lowered trousers stretched ominously at the top of his thighs, leather creaking against the force of his brace. The wolf-fur sleeve brushed against his skin with every slide of his palm, reminding him of your hair as you sucked him off with your talented mouth. Fuckkk, he thought; tightening his grip. Loki’s velvet skin relented easily beneath a practised touch, the beads of pre-cum forming at his thick tip the only lubrication he wanted today. He wanted it rough. To imagine fucking you on the ground outside, skirts splayed around your hips as you groaned your filthy, undying love for him. Yes, today – he wanted to burn. Another juddering sigh snaked past his lips as his thumb slid against the ridges of his shaft. Every vein, every bulge of tissue, every tug of his foreskin setting him further alight. He gritted his teeth, chin pointed to the high centre of the tent as his fist pumped in punishing rhythm. Behind his eyelids, the memory of the crease in your forehead as his manhood inched inside you filled his mind. Gods, how he loved filling you to breaking point. With his cock. With his seed. With his raw, animalistic power reserved only for you. The moans you made, the utter sexual devastation he caused you. Loki’s thighs quivered, the pop of muscle as they strained making him growl. Quiet you fool, he chided; reluctantly slowing his strokes. He thrust in waves against his hand, each clench of his fingers on the upswing making his brow furrow deeper. His thumb rolled his thin foreskin over the wet glans in time with his hips, a low groan of pleasure building in his chest as the scent of your perfume grew stronger in his nostrils. It clung there, like the rest of you clung in his thoughts; dark and moreish overtones of violet wafting in tendrils. Loki grit his teeth, stifling a cry as he slid his fist down to the base; squeezing the hard girth. His free hand gripped a quivering thigh, digging his nails in to stifle his moans. How he wanted you. All of you. How he wanted you to want him. Truly want him.

The spasms in his legs were closer together now, electric flinches of pleasure jolting beneath taut skin. The leather around his hips hung open sluttishly, the proud rise of his cock punctuated by the messy slip of his hand with every shallow breath. Yes, yes… ”Yes…” he groaned quietly, feeling his balls tighten. A hundred memories of your hostile fucks filled his mind, overloading the space behind his eyelids in quick succession. The way you moaned his name in frustration as he edged you, the hatred and longing in every spit of derision when he was buried to the hilt inside your perfect cunt. All the ways he could deliver you from your binds of propriety and professionalism, making the very earth you called home quake beneath your feet. How he rendered you incoherent when he came undone inside your slippery pussy. How he ascended to another plane which your climax tightened around him. Slick and warm and wet and perfect. It was he who owned your heart. So why would you not relent? His frantic mind settled on the motel room, months ago. He had seen how your eyes smouldered as he appeared in his biker clothes from dalliances decades before on this ridiculous planet – he knew they would come in useful again some day. Loki sucked his bottom lip between his teeth as his pace quickened, chasing release. The way you had pulled his ragged t-shirt towards you in a violent kiss. The way your eyes widened as you saw his newly pierced cock bounce free in your grip, how you groaned like a virgin when the metal pushed past your little pretty slit to Valhalla beyond.

“Gods…” Loki growled quietly, fucking himself to oblivion; the lurid thrill of the clandestine wank heightening every sensation. Strands of hair fell across his brow from the punishment, moist with a thin sheen of sweat. The wolf fur hung splayed open at his chest, the clench of his stomach muscles tightening with every licentiously slippery pump of his hand. His knees began to buckle, feeling himself slide down the pole beneath quivering thighs. Whitened knuckles clenched around his cock, a silent scream rumbling in his chest as he barely registered your polite laugh beyond the tent. Why must she be this way, he mused somewhere inside the dark haze of lust. Why must she resist herself? Resist me? His head fell back, hair tugging painfully as strands stuck to the rough wood sliding behind his head. Loki’s knees hit the ground with a soft thump. He fell forwards, the touch of grass beneath his free palm doing nothing to dampen the feral need to fuck. The image that flashed through your wandering mind earlier of Loki mounting you from behind against an oak tree. Norns it was all he could do to restrain himself from ripping the bodice from your curves and taking you against the nearest food cart. In your head, his cheekbones were set in smouldering malice as he brought the leather belt down on your supple ass between messy thrusts. Fuck, yes; he groaned internally; jaw clenching. He would be gentle. At first. He would mould himself against your body, skirts pushed to the side as he rutted into you to the hilt; deep and firm and slow. Just the way you liked it. One hand would wield the belt, the other would hold your wrists together above your head. He would press the delicate skin to the rough bark; dirty grunts falling heavily into the foliage beneath your feet as you moaned his name.

Dirty girl. What a filthy whore she is for me. Loki’s lips parted, shallow pants peppering the close air in the tent. It was warmer now, drops of condensation forming on the roof. Such a good girl for everyone else. But such a hateful slut for her god.

The sides of his open jacket hung past his ribs as he swayed on his hands and knees, wolf fur feeling damp against the hot skin beneath. Like a dog, he thought again. A rabid hound. Loki’s fingers had never left his cock, the punishing pace making his toes curl inside his thick boots as he knelt with knees spread on the ground. What is she feeling now, I wonder; he mused while rolling a slick thumb over the aching head, pulling his foreskin forward and back with brutish force. Pearls of his seed were following in quick succession from the plump tip pointed to the ground, gathered by every swipe of his hand with a singular focus. Cum. He could hear your voice strained with the effort of being Amanda’s companion just outside. How close were you? Ten? Fifteen meters? What would you think if you saw him like this? On his hands and knees like a submissive waiting for the lash of a paddle. Mercilessly fucking himself to the thought of you, teeth bared like an animal. He tried to focus. Jolts of overwhelming pleasure rolled in his loins as he began to come undone; sinking into the veil of your currently bubbling emotions like a warm bath. My chest against her back. Biting her earlobe, she liked that. She can’t stop herself. She misses my tongue between her legs, eating her out like a feral, starving wol- Loki whimpered, biting his lip to stifle the coming storm. He was going to cum so hard. The perfect spurt to decorate the mounds of infuriatingly sensual cleavage rising from your bodice which had taunted him since he walked in on you and Thor together. Would you run a finger along the curve of your breast after he came over you with a roar, gathering him? Would you look him dead in the eye with that irritatingly smug stare while you sucked it clean, a condescending moan mocking his unquenchable desire for you? Of course she fucking would, Loki thought with a silent snarl. The god’s mouth hung open, his tongue curling as dark brows knitted together. The coil inside him was wound tight, relief unbearably close as he tried desperately not to thunder your name. Messy tendrils swung by his cheekbones, the heat of sex and desperation making his thighs tremble. There would be deep dents in the grass beneath his knees. Loki was sure of that. The arm steadied to the ground began to twitch, fingers grasping at the lush blades beneath. Muscles in his forearms strained beneath the jacket, the flinch making him wobble against the hot friction of his hand. His need for you was unbearable. Loki’s hips thrust forward with every smooth pump of his fist, edging himself closer to release. In his mind he could see you spread beneath him, hair fanned around you head with your back arched as you tried to swallow more of his girth inside your little cunt. Despite your protestations, you couldn’t get enough. You loved it. And he loved it. And he loved y- He raised his head, seeing your shadow dance on the other side of the bright fabric. Eyebrows slanted, he suddenly wondered if you would come if he called; if you would respond to a strangled cry of help bleating from his lips.

Weak; you would think him weak. And that was something Loki could not abide. And why he would not break first, not after all the times before. He lowered his head again, cheeks puffing with every pregnant shallow pant that threatened to betray his base desires. Long strands of wolf fur stuck to his wet lips. The strain was unbearable. A crushing weight of utter, feral lust charging through his very core like wildfire. He could feel hot, heavy cum beginning to build; his palm tightly curled to the traitorous column of flesh between his legs. How he craved you. And how he loathed it. ‘I hate you, Loki Laufeyson’ your husky voice echoed in his memory, as he tumbled over the edge. He knew what you had meant. He had always known. And it was driving him to the brink. How long he could hold it back, protect himself, resist you...he knew not. But this would be his final attempt, it had to be. Loki’s forehead furrowed in a silent scream of pained bliss, jaw slack as his eyelids squeezed uncomfortably tight. He could feel his throat widen; teeth bared, back arching upwards as the bicep holding his weight shook. The god’s fingers dug into the dirt beneath the grass, raking deep beneath it like butter. With three ferocious strokes, he stilled at the thick root on the fourth. Hot cum exploded over his curled fist, splattering on the fresh grass below his naval from his angry cock. He let out a dying, staggered sigh, strangled against the need for secrecy. Fuck. Oh, fuck. His neck flopped forwards as he opened his eyes. They ran down the flat of his chest, over the pockets of exposed abdominal muscle still spasming. Loki’s grip on his manhood loosened, groaning lightly as the pressure lifted. He shifted his knees on the grass, a soft hiss escaping as the tightened muscles in his thighs reset. Thick strands of cum webbed from his fingers, bowing to gravity in elegant curved strands. Instinctively he raised the coated fingers to his lips, eyes closing as he sucked the warm delicacy from his skin.

“Hey! Hey! Wait…stop!” The god's blood ran cold as he heard your frantic voice, moving in strange directions just outside the flimsy flap of cover. He was still spread on his hands and knees, leathers untied, hair mussed and cock dripping. Suddenly the curtained door shuffled, a low snort muffled against the fabric before a familiar black snout poked through the gap. The magnificent horse’s head poked inside, long face sliding through the panel and regarding him suspiciously from bottomless eyes. Loki cleared his throat, hoping he sounded casual. “I’ll be back presently. Carry on.” he called, firmly. “People are starting to arrive from the Faire...” Amanda cooed loudly in response. Loki couldn’t be bothered to reply. The steed stamped twice, snorting. There was a pause, before the thud of arrows against the target resumed. The horse looked directly at Loki, and Loki looked directly at the horse. It lowered its head and shook it back with a short huff. Silently, Loki tucked his slick, softening cock beneath the rise of his tight leathers. He settled back on his haunches, beginning to lace the ties at his groin with a sigh. “If you ever breath a word of this...” he murmured ominously, the threat abundantly clear in the calmness of his voice. “I shall not be so generous in my choice of transfiguration for my vengeance, Barton.” Loki could have sworn he saw the horse’s eyes widen as it withdrew from the sliver of space, the moist flat of its nose disappearing with a final, derisive snort. Norns, he thought, settling back on his haunches and inspecting the lapel of his furs. Ropes of white seed were already drying into the rough hairs. Predictably, he had made a mess. He always did.

To be continued in Holy Orders Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection

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battle-acs-official · 5 months

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I'm about to go on a rant about Sasquatch.

I'm not sorry.

So.

Sasquatch. Bigfoot. Big hairy thing in the woods. What is it, and why is it so fucking hard to find?

Honestly, the simplest and most effective answer to basically any question asked about it is: "It's an Ape. Duh."

Okay, what is it? It's an Ape. A Great Ape. What specific branch is unknown, but it DEFINITELY ISN'T A GIGANTOPITHECUS DESCENDANT!!! Giganto was an Orangutan relative and Sasquatch is clearly more related to Apes like Gorilla and Chimpanzee. Stop that. Just because it was big doesn't mean that that's the only animal Sasquatch could be related to.

On the point of bigness, first, Giganto is good precedent for Apes being able to get that big, so the argument that Sasquatch couldn't as big as it's reported to be is already dead.

Why would it get so big, though? Well, why did everything else that came across the Bering land bridge get so damn big? Bountiful resources, need to adapt, freedom for experimental forms to arise due to lack of competition. Everything in the Ice Age Species Exchange did 2 things: Got really fucking big and got really fucking weird, so an ape coming over would experience the same lack of competition and adaptive pressures.

So why would we have such a hard time finding them if they've been here the whole time? Well, for starters, we do find them. Often. You just stick your fingers in your ears, close your eyes, and chant "Hoaxes and Bears! Hoaxes and Bears!". So... That's a you problem. Also, let's put ourselves in the mindset of a Sasquatch for a minute here:

You're a Sasquatch.

You're probably somewhere between Gorilla and Chimpanzee levels of intelligence.

You're hanging out, doing your thing, walking through the woods, and you enter a clearing.

The clearing is full of dead shit, fires and screaming, hairless murderous cryptids that can kill basically anything it wants.

You recognize that this thing is a threat.

You also recognize that they usually stay in or near the plains.

You also recognize that they usually don't come out at night.

You also recognize that if they can see it, they can kill it.

You make the easy connection that the best method for not being killed by these things is to go where they don't (Deep forests and inaccessible mountains) and do your thing when they're inactive (Night).

Now, practice this habit for an absolute bare minimum of the last 10,000 years (the last time the Bering land bridge was accessible, but they likely would have came over on one of the earlier openings, which was up to several million years ago) and you have an animal that is very well adapted to seeing Humans as an existential threat and keeping well the fuck away from them.

Alright, well, if they're real, why haven't we found fossils? ... My guy, do you have any idea how ludicrously difficult it is to find ANY Primate fossils? We have functionally 0 Chimpanzee fossils. We have a handful of teeth for Gorillas. Orangutans, also mostly just a couple dozen teeth. Gigantopithecus, the guy that everyone points to (erroneously) as an ancestor of Sasquatch, is only known from a partial jaw bone. Most of it's anatomy is just speculation.

For all practical purposes, there may as well not be any Primate fossils.

So now tell me why you would expect to find any Sasquatch fossils?

Well, why are primate fossils so hard to find? Forests. For a fossil to be preserved, the animal needs to either be buried swiftly after death in mostly light sediment, like sand and silt, or have their bones picked clean and, still, buried in some form of sediment quickly (like burial in a grave).

Forests rarely ever have such conditions. Most bodies are left in open air, humid, bioactive, scavenger filled conditions with very few chances to be buried (unless they end up falling in a river).

Oh, and North American forests are possibly the worst possible forests for fossil preservation, if for no other reason than fucking porcupines. Little bastards actively EAT BONES. So, yeah, finding fossils in NA forests is nigh impossible for an already nigh impossible animal to expect a fossil from.

Alright, but that doesn't explain why we can't find them. Well, for starters, we do, you guys just call all the witnesses liars, drunks or idiots. And expecting that kind of reaction tends to dampen one's enthusiasm to tell people what you've seen...

... So that's your fault, when you really think about it.

Also, who's gonna fund a multiple years expedition into the most remote reaches of the continent, with people the scientific (ha, ironic) community has made a habit of condemning as quacks and hoaxers, with military grade search and reconnaissance equipment, trying to build an entirely new field of study from scratch, to find an animal that is deliberately, consciously, trying to not be found.

Oh, so you just conveniently just can't find any evidence, but it totally exists? We have hair, which is call hoaxes. We have foot, hand and full body prints, which you call hoaxes. We have dermal ridges (the stuff that makes your fingerprint, but they exist on your hands and feet), which you call hoaxes. We have photos, which you call hoaxes. We have videos, which you call hoaxes. We have audio recordings, which you call hoaxes. We have basically everything short of a physical specimen.

Well then get a physical specimen!

A) Again, they are actively trying to stay away from humans. They likely don't visit the same places twice when they see humans around.

B) Sightings are rare, brief and probably deliberate on the Sasquatch's part as a way to scare you off. You're not going to be running around the forest on your normal hike with a tranquilizer gun to quick-draw at a moment's notice and that animal is definitely not going to let itself be seen for very long.

C) Hunters usually have a habit of NOT shooting the upright, human-shaped things in the woods. Even if it very obviously looks like a Sasquatch, most people would likely hold their fire in case it's an asshole in a suit.

D) Even if you manage to shoot one, do you have a chopper to haul it out? No? Well good luck dragging a 6-10 foot tall, 400-700 pound behemoth out of the woods with nothing but your bare hands.

And finally E) I'd like to at least hope that most people would be hesitant to kill something that looks so much like a human. If you saw a mother and young, could you really bring yourself to killing them?

Any debate is welcome, just be civil.

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vinziel · 2 months

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A bitter Reunion

John Dory x Male Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

You were currently attending the wedding of King Gristle of the Bergens and his soon-to-be wife Bridgette. After the Bergens and Trolls made peace with eachother the trolls have grown accustomed to them. You didn't really want to join the wedding but because Branch was there you joined anyways, you wanted to be there to look out for Branch.

The wedding was underway and the Wedding Officiant was talking about going abroad or something, you weren't really listening but then someone yelled "STOP THE WEDDING" and suddenly a troll fell out of the sky, landing on the ground, it was wearing goggles, and a rugged jacket. You recognized that voice anywhere. It was none other than John Dory. You didn't know who or what John Dory was looking for to be here and to be coming back after 20 years.

"Has anyone seen my baby brother?" John Dory says looking around, he spots Branch yelling "BABY BRANCH!" He says running to Branch, you instinctively pulled Branch behind you, you had many emotions right now, anger, shock, disbelief. You didn't know how to react. John Dory was shocked when Branch was pulled behind a troll, as he looked up to you, he recognized you saying "Y/N?" He says in disbelief. You didn't want to interrupt the wedding so you pulled John Dory to a more secluded area, telling Poppy to continue the wedding, as Branch followed you two.

You tried to be as calm as possible saying "What are you doing here?" You say in a rather bitter tone. John Dory says "I'm just here to get Branch. I need to-" You cut him off saying "Oh NO! You don't get to come back to his life after 20 years without an explanation and just expect him to come with you" John Dory tries to explain "But it's important-" You again cut him off "I do not give a shit what your excuse is. I am not letting you back into his life without a Sorry or without any kind of explaining after abandoning him for 20 years!" John Dory gets frustrated "We don't have time for that! This is really important!" You say back "What could be so important?!" John Responds "Floyd has been kidnapped!"

Your eyes widen a bit and Branch let's out a small gasp, as Poppy and her friends now come to you guys, since the ceremony was done and it was mostly just partying right now. "Now you really have some explaining to do" Before John could respond Poppy says "What's going on here?" Which you respond with "Well he was just about to explain" You point to John Dory, Poppy then says "Wait! You're from BroZone! Guys we were just listening to them" Poppy says to which her friends cheer. Poppy continues with "Wait! Wait! Let me guess, well you're not the Heartthrob" Which makes you giggle. John saying "Well that's debatable" Adjusting his Jacket(?). "The fun one? No your kinda uptight, not the sensitive one either, Oh! Your John Dory! The old one!"

After Poppy says this you burst into a laughing fit, John Dory sighing, after a while you finally stopped laughing saying "Now explain why you're here John" John Answers, saying "Floyd's been kidnapped and I need to get all my brother's. I'll explain more later but right now we have to go!" You were a bit reluctant not sure if you should believe him but you respond with "Fine" Branch is also on board and Poppy also wants to come with. After all three of you changed into your regular clothing, John took all of you to his Armadillo bus, named Rhonda, Rhonda seems eager to meet all of you "Looks like she likes you, or she might be marking you as prey. You can never quite tell with Rhonda" He says as all of you enter his bus.

"Now explain. How do you know Floyd's been kidnapped? And why do you specifically need to get all your brother's back?" You say, semi-demanding an answer, to which John explains everything. Branch and Poppy seemed to believe the story and you did too. You then said sarcastically, mocking John Dory "Family Harmony? Well let's just hope you don't mess it up again" You say laughing, to which John responds by rolling his eyes. "In any case how are we gonna find your brothers?" You ask "Well I already know where Spruce is" John says, after arriving in Vacay Island all of you saw Spruce surfing, after which going into a restaurant. As all of you follow him

(TBC)

Author's note: Sorry if it's messy. I'm not much of a writer.

#trolls 3 #trolls john dory #john dory #john dory x reader #trolls branch #trolls #brozone x male reader #john dory x male reader #trolls poppy

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thatdeadaquarius · 1 year

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after scrolling through your posts i felt complelled to send an ask (i wonder why)

This kinda? relates to all the languages posts you've been making (was giggling and kicking my feet while reading them, and got inspired) but because I only speak English, I wanted to put a twist on it.

Creator who has audio processing issues and doesn't realise that Teyvat DOES actually speak the same language as them for a good while.

Because as a person with very good hearing, i sure don't fucking understand what people are saying most of the time, especially in big crowds. (its like listening to the sims sometimes man, i'm fighting for my life trying to understand😭)

So imagine a Creator getting dropped into Teyvat and getting found by a group of hunters or treasure horders, who instantly start panicking and talking all at once because 'omg our god is here' and all that.

And the Creator is still confused and diorientated, so all they're hearing is ✨words✨and they just assume that no one in Teyvat will understand them.

And then when they arrive in one of the nations and get to meet the vision bearers for the first time, the Creator makes a thirsty comment about one of them (probably would be Diluc in my case) and the entire crowd just goes SILENT.

So silent that the Creator can perfectlly understand what that vision bearer said in response.

Anyway, i love your blog :) not sure when you're going to get this, time zones are funny, but I hope you like it

Giggling and kicking?? Over my stuff??? 🥺🥺🥺💘💘💘 You sneaky little charmer ✨️

ALSO

AUDIO PROCESSING DISORDER ASK!!!!?????!!!!

IM IN THE MIDDLE OF TRYING TO GET ADHD DIAGNOSIS AND GOT AN APD TEST NOT TOO LONG AGO BC THOUGHT I HAD IT!!

FRIENDO!! THIS IS INCREDIBLE!!! ✨️✨️✨️🌸🌸🌸

Have a cookie!! 🤲🍪 tysm for the ask im very very happy to see it!! :D!!

(subliminalmessagingyouwillgoclicktheaskbuttonandsendmeanasksubliminalmessaging)

AHFJDLLAHFAAJSK!! LOSING IT OVER THIS!!

(Me from the future editing: Sorry i wrote an entire sloppy written scenario over this its diluc focused, jfc sorry and i hope u get smth outta it 💀)

Oh good lord you being some kind of Creator god after getting sucked into the goddmn video game world is absolute HELL for your APD

Aint nobody tellin u nothing bc i can totally see that scenario happening bc everyone is like blabbering at you constantly, they all wanna get close to you to talk so its just [insert that general cafe crowd noises here]

Like u wish u had lofi to go with it bc u sure as hell cant get a word in edgewise

I know i keep writing abt Mondstadt, mostly bc first city -> intro to game -> therefore you land there

But i promise ill branch out guys but i got an excuse this time u mentioned Diluc 🔥

Honestly bc u probably arent trying to talk back to them (which they dont rlly know why? Bc they totally have heard ur voice while u were in ur world, when they were ur vessels)

They kinda assumed either A. You lost your voice B. You're overwhelmed, ppl r getting WAY too close to you, back off Npcs C. Or you don't speak THEIR language

So ofc Mondstadt brings you into the city and their planning a big ol festival, u came right in time for Windblume anyway, and by the time your done shaking hands and just waving and smiling (bc what else can u do u cant hear these fuckers, maybe u caught a "the" or a "hello" but you could've definitely been imagining it)

And finally you are free of the general crowd, but most of the Vision bearers (Allogenes) who were ur vessels wanna stick around, so u all end up in Angel's Share somehow

It's hella packed, and it's a bar.

So yeah u still can't hear shit, and now it just sounds like one of those fantasy medieval bar audios ambience videos

Ur just kinda kicking ur feetsies on a bar stool while like,, 4 or 5 differrent special character dishes are sitting in front of you

Diluc's behind the bar, and has been so sweetly attentive to you all evening, no matter how many tipsy patrons come up yelling for refills or drinks (or at least thats what u assume, bc u kinda end up just,, jumping and hitching ur shoulders up and trying to be lowkey about covering ur ears...)

He always comes and refills ur glass when it gets to even half-full, swiping away plates that have gone cold, and if you still want smth off of it, he's so perceptive no language needed bc he just sees your face and starts heating up the plate again with his vision with his hand :)

He's actually been the best thruout all this bc he already isn't super talkative, so ur pretty sure you've only seen his mouth open a few times, but otherwise u just communicated with him via actions/expressions

So ur chilling, well sorta, ur starting to kinda get overstimulated by the day and now this loud ass bar, and the fact that ur convinced no one speaks English here...

But hey!

Diluc's cool, u got food, and maybe u can charade to him u wanna find somewhere to retire to now for the night,,

You try and do that but he's pretty busy running around still,

"Damn, at least I get to see his ass though."

...

Diluc freezes.

You freeze.

Jean, Lisa, Venti, Amber, Kaeya, Rosaria freezes.

The whole bar goes silent.

Their god of gods finally spoke.

Oh they can understand you alright. (Also u were looking right at Diluc when you said it so, kinda obvious who u mean, somebody points to you behind Diluc)

Diluc just kinda,, sputters, like jerkily turns around and everything like a fried robot

"I- ahem- I- um- y-your Grace- I-"

Poor guy.

He doesn't even know what to say 🤷‍♂️

He has been progressively getting closer and closer to his hair color, his cheeks, his neck, his ears its a full white boy flush he cant escape its so obvious (should he say thank you? How do u even begin to thank a god for complimenting ur ass??!!)

He's caught between facing you and turning around and ducking back into the kitchen and never coming out again (unless it's just you two)

...Was it always this hot in here? Or did Diluc do this to you? 😵‍💫

(Well at least it's a lot quieter now)

You take the next logical step in this situation, and gently let your head thud into the bar.

...

It's a tie between Venti and Kaeya who busts out laughing first.

CHRIST ALMIGHTY IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LONG I HOPE TUMBLR MAKES IT "READ MORE" BC I CANT FIND THAT OPTION ON MOBILE

IF U KNOW WHERE THAT BUTTON IS PLS LET A BITCH KNO 😭😩

UPDATE I FIGURED IT OUT FUCK YEAH

Cheers,

🌒🌊🌧Aquarius♒️🌌🌘

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Prompt 27 - Scene

@jegulus-microfic January 27 Word count 991

Previous part First part

“Oh,” James said again, still slightly shocked by Regulus’s announcement.

“Are you going to take it?” Sirius asked ignoring James. Regulus’s eyes flicked between them, unable to settle on either. They rested on James a second longer than they had been. So many emotions flickered across his face that James struggled to pick one out.

“Yes.” He said simply. James ran his fingers roughly through his hair. They’d barely had time to figure out if they were going anywhere, and now Regulus was leaving for three whole years. James felt something breaking inside him. He didn’t know what it was, but he knew he needed to be anywhere but here. So he walked out into the garden.

He kept walking until he couldn’t see the back door anymore.

He stopped at the base of the tree that held his childhood treehouse. After a moment’s pause, he climbed the weathered ladder into the branches, hoping it would hold his adult weight.

It was dirty up there. Leaves coated the floor, blown in through the open door. He used his feet to carefully push the leaves out of the treehouse, praying that nothing was currently living in them.

Once he had a space large enough to sit in he plonked himself down and sulked.

The treehouse itself was just a shed that his dad had somehow built around the tree. It was smaller than he remembered.

It didn’t take long for Sirius to find him. He called up telling James he was taking Regulus back to Grimmauld and he’d call him later before he left.

Once it got too cold, James decided he’d moped long enough. He began descending the ladder. He got halfway down before one of the rungs splintered in half. He fell with a wumph, landing squarely on his rump. He groaned into the night air. How had this day turned out so shit?

He needed a shower after his time in the treehouse. He spent a long time in there. Letting the hot water work out the knots in his body. His rear end was tender. It was definitely going to bruise.

Sighing deeply, he left the warmth of the shower, towelling his hair roughly and putting on his pyjamas before collapsing onto his bed. There was a note on Regulus’s pillow. He snatched it up and read the words written in Regulus’s elegant script.

I’m Sorry

That was all it said. James threw it across the room with a flick of his wrist. He closed his eyes and forced himself to fall asleep.

James woke feeling guilty. Regulus had received this amazing news, and he’d acted like a brat. He had to make it up to Regulus, he couldn’t leave it like that.

He went in search of his phone and a cup of coffee.

He found his phone where he’d left it last night, on the counter after the timer had gone off. The battery was dead, so he made his coffee and took it into the living room.

He had to wait a few minutes before his phone would be turned on.

Immediately, it started buzzing and didn’t stop as countless messages began to come through. Every single one of them was from Sirius, apart from one reminding him he was due an eye test. There was nothing from Regulus.

He sipped his coffee as he went through his messages. They started off as apologies for abandoning him but turned into urgent words, Sirius needing James to reply.

James quickly typed back, ‘I’m OK.’

When noon came around, and he still hadn’t heard from Regulus, he put on his shoes, got in his minivan and drove to Grimmauld Place.

Remus answered the door and let him in.

“He’s in his room,” Remus told him before he could even ask. He climbed the stairs two at a time and went straight to Regulus’s room. He knocked before he entered and found him curled up in bed.

“Hey,” He said, “I wanted to apologise for how I acted yesterday.” Regulus looked up at him, considering for a moment before he spoke.

“You made quite a scene.” He said huffily. James nodded, no use denying it.

“Have you accepted the offer then?” He winced as he said it. Regulus’s eyes narrowed.

“Yes, I leave Friday.” He spoke in a very controlled way, revealing nothing.

When did you apply for it?” James asked. He needed to know it wasn’t since they’d been together.

“Why does it matter, James? It’s my dream job. You should be overjoyed for me. I’ve been working my whole life for this opportunity.” Regulus was getting irritated. His hands balled into fists as he spoke.

“I don’t want you to go,” James pleaded. He could feel the back of his eyes prickling.

“You can’t ask that of me!” Regulus's voice had raised, not quite a shout, but getting close.

“Why not? I love you!” He blurted out. It was true, but way, way, way too soon to say. Regulus didn’t seem phased by it.

“Yeah, and I’ve loved you since I was eleven. It still doesn’t change the fact that I’m going to America in less than a week!” Regulus shouted now. He ran his hand over his face, sighing in frustration. “Look, we can either spend the next few days together enjoying being with each other and see if we can make this work long distance, or we call it quits now and have a clean break.” James saw red.

“What’s the point of spending time together when you're leaving anyway? Might as well get it over with now.” He crossed his arms and scowled. Regulus’s jaw quivered. The hurt on his face was clear. Then, as if a mask had been placed over his features, it went blank. His eyes were empty of emotion.

“So be it,” He said flatly. James turned on his heel, slamming the doors as he left Grimmauld Place behind.

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#January 27 #jegulus #jegulus microfic #james potter #regulus black #james fleamont potter #regulus arcturus black #sirius black #remus lupin #james x regulus #regulus x james #regulus and james #Scene

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pastel-peach-writes · 8 months

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Would I be able to request an Ellie Williams imagine where she has a younger sibling, and they get hurt protecting her and Ellie is worried about them as they are self destructive, please?

You got it, dude!

"Dude, Chill Out." | Ellie + Sibling!Reader

╰┈➤ PLOT: Ellie this, Ellie that. Believe it or not, being Ellie's younger sibling is complete ass. Everyone raves about how strong she is and how she's able to keep her own. Well, what about you? You're barely two years younger and you can keep your own just as well as she can. Besides, she needed your help this time.

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Cursing, Self-Destructive Reader, Sibling!Reader, Angry Ellie, Mentions Of Joel, Long Fic, No Use Of Y/N, Custom Nicknames, Not Proofread, Mentions of Weed/Smoke/Alcohol

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

Breathe. Breathe.

Okay, now be still... look around. Clear. Run.

Through the trees, you zigzag. You're careful not to step on loose twigs and branches. Your throat is scratchy and your breath is as uneven as it's ever been.

From behind you, you can hear the squeals and hisses of whatever demonic creature you've stumped upon this time. You promised her you wouldn't get into trouble. You swore it was a quick trip. At least, it was supposed to be.

Your heart's in your stomach and your legs ache as if you've been running for days. You don't know how much longer you could go.

You glance back to see how far the creature is from you. You can't see anything with the deep gray fog that settled over the forest as nighttime came around. Even the tall tree trunks were unidentifiable.

A wail exclaims from what you thought was fog. The creature's face is bloodied and covered with rotten flesh and fungi. It roars, bringing its chest to the sky before going down on all fours and racing towards you.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit!" You're in for it now. You inhale sharply as you find any last of your strength in you to book it. Your thighs are screaming at you and your shoulders burn in every location possible.

You should've stayed home.

In the midst of your running, you fail to see a fallen tree trunk in your path. Instead of hopping over it, your shoelaces catch onto the bark of the tree.

You collapse over the trunk, and the wind violently punches out of you. You made first contact on the ground with your ribs, then your chest, and lastly your arms and face. Your legs scuff up against the wood.

Now you're not just feeling the burning of your muscles being overworked, but you're also feeling the burning sensation of many tiny cuts on your legs and arms. Possibly a few cracked ribs if you're lucky.

The creature roars again. You can smell its rotten stank as it comes closer.

Five feet.

Four feet.

Three...

Two...

Bang! Blood erupts from the middle of the creature's face. The bullet sends the creature flying and it lands on its back. More shots are fired into its chest to ensure its death.

You're not disgusted by the guts that exploded onto your face or your blood-soaked garments. Instead, you're afraid of what stands behind the gun.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!"

Trailing up from her muddy, broken-down shoes to her jeans with dirty knees all the way up past her dark gray shirt and sage green button-down, you grin at Ellie. "Hey."

"Oh, come on! I'm fine!" you exclaim as Ellie drags you by your collar and into her home. She tosses you to her couch. You sit down with a plop. You scoff and fix your shirt.

"You're full of bullshit. You're scratched up and if I wasn't there to save your ass, you would've been dead," she says. With a grunt, your sister goes over to her desk. She scrambles through books and papers before taking out a tin box. "You're lucky you don't have any real injuries."

Does a bruised ego count as a real injury?

"Yeah, yeah," you mumble. "No one can beat Little Miss Perfect."

With her head cocked, Ellie whips around toward you. "What did you just say?"

She's using that tone a mother would use. The same tone a bully would use to make their prey cower when they try to stand up to themselves. She sounds like Joel. When did she become him?

"Nothing." Your eyes falter between the coffee table in front of you and her eyes. No, scratch that. Her green eyes are piercing into your soul. You stare at the coffee table.

Ellie scoffs. Despite the thick tension in the room, Ellie comes to your side. She crouches on the floor and guides your arm towards her.

You wince, turning away and locking your jaw.

"I thought you said you were fine," Ellie's smirk is apparent in her words. She lengths your arm towards herself. She takes a wet cotton and cleans the minuscule cuts the infirmary didn't notice.

You nearly screech at the burning and tingling sensation. "I am. You're just gripping my arm like I'm some piece of chicken and you're the predator."

"That doesn't even make any sense." Ellie's eyes stay locked onto your arm. After she cleans up the cuts, she applies cream and gives extra delicate attention to your bruises. In the end, she wraps your arm up with a bandage wrap to prevent the cuts from getting infected and gross. "There."

You glance at the bandage. The wrap around your forearm is tight, as it should be, and moving your arm from straight to bend is damn near impossible. The classic Ellie bandage stamp of approval. "Thanks."

Ellie stands with a groan. "No biggie. Just stop getting yourself into shit. I'm tired of saving your ass." She puts her first aid supplies back in the tin box before storing the box in its original place.

"Yeah, right," you stand to follow her. "You love saving me. It paints you as the hero of the town and gets you in good cahoots with whomever you pissed off now."

Ellie turns to glare at you but decides against it. Arguing with you over this subject wasn't worth it. She sighs instead. "Whatever, man. You coming to the party tonight?"

"I wouldn't call it a party. Parties are supposed to be fun."

Ellie snickers. She rests the small of her back on the edge of her desk She crosses her arms as she shakes her head amused. "You're not wrong there, but still, you should come. If I have to go--"

"--then I have to. I know how this works." You let a sigh escape from your lips. "Fine, but I'm not going to show up on time."

"Wouldn't expect you to."

When you tell Ellie you're going to be late for something, you mean it. You hate arriving early to parties earlier. If they were parties held in someone's house, you're forced to mingle with the host which could be an awkward situation if you're not close with them.

Additionally, you may be forced to help set up.

Coming in late means you can slip into the party unnoticed and the decorations are bound to be done. Also, everyone's past the introductions and getting rid of the awkward air.

When you're late to a party, all that's in the air is vibes and maybe weed, smoke, and alcohol. Regardless, there's no awkwardness, just vibes. And vibes are all you're here for.

You slip into the fairy light-lit barn dressed in a fresh pair of jeans and your favorite shirt. Oh, and maybe a coat you took from Ellie who took it from Joel.

There's no scent of smoke or weed that greets you and there's only a faint smell of alcohol.

The oldies must not be here.

In the middle of the barn were people dancing and enjoying each other's company. By the back walls were people sipping on drinks and chatting amongst themselves.

You scan the party for your people, Kate, Ren, and Wired, but they're not here. You further scan for Ellie and her crew, but they're not here either.

One con on arriving late to a party: sometimes you're too late and miss seeing your favorite people.

Your shoes scuff on the floor when you turn to leave. Before you're greeted with the cold, fresh air, a girl with a short black bob grabs onto your shoulder.

You groan in pain. You turn to face her only to find that she's absolutely hammered.

"Oh, sorry!" the girl slurs. With a finger pointed towards you, she gasps. "No way! You're Ellie's sibling, right? Oh, she was just here saying how she saved you from the forest earlier this evening. She's so cool!" a giggle interrupts her ramble, "she's always saving us here and protecting us. It must be awesome to have her as your sister!"

You feign a smile. "Yeah, it's great."

The girl giggles again. "It must suck to live up to her. Like, I would feel like, inferior towards her and how she acts for others. She's so selfless. It's admirable really. She's so awesome-- Hey, I went on patrol with her once--"

You tuned out the rest of her ramble, vent, mumbling -- whatever the hell she was doing, you tuned her out. You didn't need to hear how great your sister is. You already know. You hear it every day, all day, 24/7.

What you rarely heard was how awesome you are and how great you are at things. You're lost in her 5'5 shadow and it sucks. Ellie this, Ellie that. All things Ellie can fuck off. You were going to prove how great you could be. Then maybe all this Ellie talk could stop.

You leave the party, letting the girl continue to talk about Ellie. You're sure she has some sort of crush on your sister, but that was none of your business.

"Hey," Dina says as she walks up to Ellie with two drinks in her hand. "Did I just see your sibling come in and then leave?"

Ellie takes a glass from her hand. Her eyes never left the barn's entrance since you walked in and then walked out. "Yeah, I just saw them too."

Dina purses her lips to the side as she leans on the wall they're standing next to. "Think they're okay?"

Ellie nods. She takes a sip of her drink, letting it linger on her lips then tastebuds before finally swallowing the liquid. "Yeah, I didn't see any signs of distress or upset on their squishy face."

Dina laughs. "You talk about them like this to their face?"

Ellie takes another sip, letting the liquid go straight down this time. "'Course not. Who do you take me as? They'll be alright."

The next morning, you were on the rotation for patrol. Typically, whoever's in charge of the schedule and shifts would never put you and Ellie on the same rotation. Putting siblings on the same team could be a scramble sometimes.

Sometimes you get the dream team, other times you don't.

But when you left the party last night, you changed the schedule to make sure you were on the same shift Ellie was on. You also made sure you two got paired up.

Jesse would be fine. He can deal with not being with Ellie and Dina for the morning.

So far, patrol was fine. Calm horses, easy breeze, and quick conversation.

Ellie and Dina talked more than you, but you were fine with it. You weren't trying to prove how great of a talker you were, you were trying to prove how great of a protector you are.

And saving Ellie in front of Dina guaranteed town buzz. No offense to Dina, but she can't keep a town secret to save her life. It's okay though, everyone has their faults.

"Clumsy, if I have to tell your ass to keep your horse straight one more time, I'm going to lose it," Ellie barks.

And your fault was horse-riding.

It didn't matter how long you've been horse-riding or how many times Joel and Ellie tried to teach you, you could never get the concept.

"Sorry! I'm trying. She's being rowdy today," you pout as you move your horse's reign.

"Don't blame the horse, blame the rider," Ellie snickers. You give her a scowl in response, but she only laughs it off.

An hour or so into patrol and there was no chaos. Unfortunate for you because you need the chaos in order to prove yourself. You've tried to make chaos like, snapping a twig or maybe distracting the horses so they'll run away, but to no avail.

You three dock your horses momentarily to search through a building on foot.

The building is tall and abandoned, like most of the buildings nowadays. Greenery grows from the sides and the windows are simply frames. There are no window panes in sight.

Cautiously, Ellie walks inside the building first. She has her hand on her upholster and another one guides the flashlight. Though the sun was shining, it was natural for a place like this to have dark corners or areas to be discovered.

Dina waits patiently while you cross your arms with a scoff. "Why do you have to be the first one to go in?" you ask your sister.

She sticks out a finger to shush you. You roll your eyes but obey nonetheless. Ellie scans the building, still close to the entrance in case something is hiding in the shadows. When she determines the area to be safe, she invites you two inside. "Because," Ellie answers. "I'm..."

Ellie's eyes shift toward Dina. The girl is scanning the building as told, not paying mind to your sibling conversation. Ellie lets out a breath and continues but with a lower tone. "I'm immune. If something comes running out at me, I'll be fine. You two on the other hand?" she shakes her head, "I would be dumb to let anything happen to you two."

"Blah, blah," you wave her off. You walk further away from Ellie and discover the rest of the building on your own.

The building had five stories. The first two were pretty well lit with the morning light, the others not so much. Not to mention the wet and stinky stairways.

You stomp your way up the stairs with a scowl on your face. You keep a strong hold on your flashlight.

"Will you quiet down?" Ellie whisper-exclaims from the bottom of the steps. You ignore her. You didn't even know she was following you. "If something's here, you're going to attract it."

"I don't give a fuck. You're here anyways. You can save the day as usual." Your voice is bitter yet quiet. You speak to Ellie through your teeth. "Shouldn't you be with Dina anyway?"

"She can handle her own." Ellie quickly goes up the stairs to be closer to you. "We agreed she should keep watch while us two search through the other levels."

You scoff. "So, you trust her but you don't trust me."

"Did I say that?"

You shrug. "You might as well," you make an effort to have your stomps be heard. You open the door to the other level, but Ellie rushes in front of you to scan the level first.

When safety has been assured, Ellie walks in. "Well, I didn't. So, don't get your head wrapped up over shit that isn't even true." She uses her flashlight as her eyes as she steps further into the room.

You shut the door behind yourself. You don't dare to speak to Ellie anymore as you clear the level. Onto the next you go.

You and Ellie go up the stairs in silence. Per usual, Ellie checks the level first and then allows you to come inside.

"You know, I'm getting real sick and tired of your bullshit superhero act," you drop the bomb on her as you scan through cardboard boxes.

Ellie groans to herself, "Here we go."

"You always have to save people then flaunt it. Could you ever save someone and then swear secrecy? Do you have to blab your mouth like you're Dina every time you save someone?"

Ellie's jaw tenses. "Watch yourself."

"And here you go with that bullshit!" you toss the box aside. Something in the far corner creaks, but you both pay no mind. "You're not my fucking mom, Ellie! Hell, you're not Joel or any other parental figure in my life--"

"Good! I don't want to be any of those anyway. If I birthed you, I would have no clue what to do with myself," Ellie scoffs. "You're so fucking insane sometimes, you know that?"

You shrug, crossing your eyes over your chest. Her words stab you right in the heart and send tears to your eyes, but you don't let them show.

"You're always getting yourself into trouble. You say, 'Oh, I'm fine!' but then you come to me with a dislocated knee. You'll say 'Oh, I'm just going out for a bit,' but then come home bruised up with leaves in your hair, dirt and blood on your clothes, and if I'm truly lucky, your little friends would tell me you nearly came in close contact with a fucking infected," Ellie's voice grows the more she talks.

The creaking in the corner is more apparent. In fact, it's beginning to sound like more clicking.

"Ellie," you warn, your voice quiet.

"No, you wanna do this here? Let's do this then. There's never a day where I don't worry about you. Did you eat? Drink water? Are you in your bed safely tucked in at night or am I going to wake up in the morning and receive the worst news of my life?" Ellie's voice cracks.

You can barely see her eyes stare into yours. By the sound of her voice, you can tell she's getting choked up. Maybe even crying?

"You always get yourself into shit, Clumsy, and I--"

"Ellie, look out!" you exclaim as a hand shoots through the frail wall beside her. Ellie moves, but not a sound escapes her body. She turns to the hand, then back to you where she finds you're no longer where you were two seconds ago.

Instead, you're charging headfirst into danger. You break down the wall with the crowbar that was stashed in your backpack. The clicker runs straight toward you once it's free from the wall. You bash the bar on its head before taking a blade and jamming it in the clicker's throat.

"Holy shit, are you okay?" Ellie asks. You wave her off. Instead, you walk inside the hidden room the clicker was in. You don't make an effort to scan the room like Ellie does. If something wants to come at you, so be it.

There were only two more clickers hiding in the room. You killed them both, not letting Ellie get a chance to save your ass.

Finishing up the room scan, you head over to a case of books. They're weathered and crusty, and the words on the pages bleed through. Ellie tries to spark a conversation again, but you ignore her once more.

You continue walking around the room with the floor creaking under you. Your flashlight shines a path for you to get out of the room, but you fail to see the giant hole in the ground. You step right through and fall three stories down.

Ellie calls out for you, but the moment she runs towards the hole, it's too late.

You land in a mist of cardboard boxes filled with packing supplies, but they don't do much in terms of protection.

"What the--" Dina mumbles. She turns behind herself to find you dropped in the pile of boxes with a broken arm and leg. You can't even look at her. The tears blur your vision and your head is scrambled from earlier actions and conversations.

Ellie shines her flashlight down the hole and sighs, "Only you, Clumsy."

You lie in your bed with your arm hoisted up and your leg resting on a stack of pillows. On your nightstand is a mug of cold soup, pain meds, and books to keep your mind busy, but it was all useless.

The day you were going to prove yourself to Jackson, you came home sharing a horse with Ellie and with broken bones.

"Oh, Ellie! Thank God you were there." "Imagine what would've happened if she wasn't there." "You're lucky you have such an amazing sister."

"Oh, fuck off," you groan. You turn your face into your pillows and groan once more.

"Oh, sorry," Ellie's voice goes through the muffling of pillows. "I can leave if you want."

You peel your face from the pillows. "No, sorry. That wasn't catered towards you."

Ellie nods. She plays with her hands as she steps further into the room. Inches away from the edge of your bed, Ellie's eyes flicker to everything else but you.

Your eyes, however, remain on her.

Your last conversation wasn't the best, that's something you both knew. But, you never knew how much she cared for you and went out of her way to protect you. You didn't need protection. At least, not from outside elements. Maybe from yourself.

You're too ambitious for your own good. You're too stubborn for your own good too. You believe you can do everything on your own when you can't. In fact, you're pretty sure you've done nothing on your own since the apocalypse broke out.

You try to be hyper-independent but instead, all you are is self-destructive.

"I'm, uh, sorry for what I said on patrol," Ellie's voice takes you out of your spiraling thoughts. "I didn't mean most of it. Like, the part of, uh," she scratches the back of her neck. "'Being lucky I didn't birth you'? One, that was weird... uh, two, I'm very lucky to have you the way I do. I'm sorry if I made you feel otherwise."

If you could shrug right now, you would, but everything hurts too much. "It's okay. I know I'm a handful."

"Maybe," Ellie walks to the side of your bed. "But isn't that your job? You're the younger sibling. You're supposed to get into trouble and I'm supposed to be the one to get you out of it."

"But I don't want you to. I want to get myself out of it."

"Oh, yeah? And how do you manage to do that? By dying?" Ellie's voice raises.

You deplete. You take your eyes off of her the moment her's lands on you. "You can go now."

"No, shit, Clumsy--"

"Stop calling me that. It's not cute, it's not endearing, it's fucking embarrassing."

"Okay, well," Ellie scans your room. It's been a minute since she's been in here. There are old porcelain sculptures of blueberries and pears scattered around your room. Most are chipped, but they're polished nicely.

On your bookcase, there are pictures of you with your friends and of you two with Joel. None of the two of you by yourselves. There are books in the case too, but they look to be untouched by you.

Ellie scans your room once more. There are speckles of blue around and even more porcelain sculptures of chipped blueberries. "How about Blueberry? Is that fitting?"

"It's fine." Your eyes remain on your window.

"Okay, well, Blueberry, I'm sorry. I really am. I've talked some things over with Dina, I guess I am a blabbermouth, but she helped me realize that, maybe you're feeling left out somehow or less than," Ellie finds her place by your bedside. "Is that true?"

"Could be."

"Right, well, Dina's a younger sister, you know that? She said that sometimes it can be hard to be your own person when your older sibling is amazing and all that shit, but I'm not amazing. I'm just me."

"Your point?"

"My point is, I wasn't trying to make you feel bad by saving you all the time. I was trying to do my part as your sister to protect you and I guess that blew up in my face," she sighs.

You finally face her. "I just wanted to prove I can be something besides Ellie's younger sibling who always gets themselves into trouble. I don't want to be known as the reckless one. I want to be strong and brave."

"But you are those things, Blueberry." Ellie's eyes motion towards the empty space beside you. You nod and allow her to sit. "I can't count all the times you went out after dark just because you heard something and wanted to ensure safety. Or however many times you stood up for the little guy. That's brave and strong."

"Not in the same sense of your strongness and bravery."

Ellie frowns. She puts a careful hand on your good thigh. "That's because you're not me. And if you spend the rest of your life trying to be someone else, you'll never be happy. No matter how hard you try, you'll never be me. You'll always be you and that's beautiful. Your friends like you for who you are. I like you for who you are. Why don't you?"

You fall silent. Your eyes well up with tears and your throat gets scratchy. With your eyes stinging, you try to move yourself close to Ellie.

You don't need to use your words to get what you want from Ellie. She already knows. She lies down, cradling your head in her arms as she does so. As you sob into her, she doesn't shush you. Instead, she draws circles on your good arm and kisses the top of your head. "I love you, Blue, and I want you to start loving yourself too. Start being you for you. Who cares about what others think?" she whispers.

You still don't have much to say. You let Ellie comfort you until the tears spill out until there are no more tears left to cry. You've spent all your time trying to prove you can be like Ellie, you kind of forgotten how to be yourself.

From this moment on, you make a promise to yourself:

Be you for who you are. The world does not need two Ellies.

WC: 4,263

A/N: I wouldn't mind two Ellies but, okay. LMAO

#pastel-peach-writes #gender-neutral terms #pastel peach writes #gender neutral terms #lesbian #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie fanfic #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie x sibling!reader #sibling reader #the last of us #tlou fanfiction #tlou fanfic #tlou #gender neutral reader

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zweetpea · 5 months

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Freedom or Anarchy? Part 1 of 2 (hopefully)

You guys wanted this you better read it cw: there’s some swears, and allusion to sleep drugs

The air was so crisp, the so grass vibrant, the sun was warm on your skin as you took in the scenery before you. The crystal blue of Starfell lake was gorgeous, and the fish were flipping about in the water; even the squirrels and Crains seemed at peace. Despite this lovely picture you were panicking.

“Heh, POV got sucked into your favorite video game and you don’t know if you’ll ever get home.” you shrug. “Guess I’ll die!” You walk over to a tree and pull on a branch. “I suppose that I should try to defend myself.”

As you say that three pyro slimes appear and chase you down the hill towards Venti’s Statue. “Hehehe, Why are you running? Why are you running?” You walk up to the statue and touch it, but nothing happens. “Wow! Honestly, I thought as a bard you would understand the mentality of “I F’ed my way into this mess, and I’ll F my way out”. Not gonna give me a vision, a shitty knock off of your power, a sword?” As you sat yelling at a lifeless statue (a/n: WTF WERE YOU THINKING? THAT IT WOULD TALK BACK?!) you heard something coming towards you. You looked to the sky and saw Dvalin flying straight toward you. “Oh shit…” You say as storm terror land next to you and rawrs in your face. “Haha, I’m in danger.” He brings his face towards you and you begin to shake in fear. “Mr. Stark I don’t feel so good.” You whisper to yourself as tears of fear and regret stream down your face.

Dvalin inches closer and you close your eyes only to feel something cold and wet on your face. You open your eyes only to close them again as Dvalin licks you. “Ew! Slobber!” He whimpered. You hold your hand out to pet the poor baby. “Oh it’s okay. Just let me clean up first.” You wipe off your face and go back to Dvalin. You go to pet him and a beautiful light shines from your fingers and flows through his fur.

“Dvalin!” Someone called to him and he picked you with his tail and curled it around you so you’d be hidden and sage as he took to the sky.

“Wait! Wasn’t that Venti? Don’t you like him?” He took to the sky and bounced you around unintentionally.

After about 20 minutes you were finally released and found yourself in stormterrors lair. “What have you brought back?” A distorted voice echoed as a cryo abyss mage entered.

“She is the special. She can heal me.” Dvalin responded. (A/n: do you guys remember that? Dvalin spoke)

“You fool! Only the abyss Order can save you!”

As the two fight you try to sneak away but you step on a twig and they look at you. Dvalin quickly pulls you by your hoodie back to his side. “I agreed to help you because the Archons abandoned me as they’ve abandoned you. I still will but it doesn’t seem like you all have found a way to cure me. I need to be at full strength to fight for you.”

“Dvalin? I thought you liked Venti.”

“Venti, is that what the barn calls himself now? I used to, I know that he cares for me but he didn’t ever try to help me. I have suffered for 500 years and he now shows his face. Khaenri’ah was destroyed simply because they chose to forsake the Archons. Why should we care for them?”

You looked down, not knowing what to say. “How am I supposed to help?” You finally said.

“You can heal me.”

“But if I do, you’ll hurt the innocent people of Mondstadt. Listen, the Tsarista is plotting a rebellion against Celestia. Celestia’s the real villain here.”

“Even so the Archons still chose to destroy Khaenri’ah.”

“Then take it up with them, please. Those people have nothing to do with it. I’ll help you in anyway I can but please for their sake don’t hurt them. If not for them then for me.”

“If it’s what the adored one desires then I shall deliver it unto you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked suspiciously.

“Funny. Now heal him if you REALLY can!” The abyss mage, snarked from the corner. You climbed on top of Dvalin and put your hands on his horn. White light erupted and Dvalin’s head fell to the ground as he’d passed out. You fell off and the abyss mage ran out of the room screaming about how the day of reckoning was upon them or something. You fell asleep nuzzled into Dvalin’s side and dreamt of lots of yummy food.

When you woke up you found a pyro abyss mage, and hydro abyss mage cooking some kind of fowl meat. Over a makeshift campfire. The pyro abyss mage brings it over to your and the hydro abyss mage hands you the food and some water. “Is this clean?” You ask the two and they nod. You take the food and water and start to eat. “Thanks.” You say after you’re finished.

“Dvalin. Do you want to head out somewhere?”

“Where would you like to go, Adored one?”

“Would you hate me if I said Dragonspine?”

“If that’s what you wish.” He picks you up and flies you over there.

You direct him to a cave in the side of the mountain.

“Honey! I’m home!” You say as you saunter into the cave. “Albedo? I guess he’s not here.” You say as you turn to leave.

“Incredible. Stormterror sitting right outside of my Laboratory.” He only roars at the blonde.

“Sir Albedo?” You inquire as you step out of his lab. You pet Dvalin to put him at ease.

“Hello, may I help you?”

“Sorry I don’t mean to snoop in your lab, I was just wondering if you were here. I have a bit of a conundrum.”

“You wish to go home.”

“How did you-”

“How did I know?” He cuts you off. “I’ll explain in due time. Please step into my laboratory, I’ll get you some tea. Word of advice though, it can get kinda cold out here so you might want to send Stormterror away before he gets cold.”

Dvalin growled. “I’ll be fine. You can come get me later tonight okay?” He nodded and flew off. It was about noon so you figured that you had a while before the twins would steal the harp and try to take down Dvalin.

“How did you manage to tame him?” Albedo asked, as you sat on a stool near a campfire.

“I healed him somehow.”

“So Gold’s stories were true.”

“Rhinedottir knows about this?”

“Yes, she’s the one who told me. Someone would come down from Celestia and they’d tame the beasts of Teyvat as well as the members of the Abyss Order.” He hands you the Tea and you drink it.

“I still don’t understand how you knew I’m not from here.”

“I just told you Gold told me you’re from Celestia. Unless of course, you aren’t.”

“Dvalin referred to me as the Adored One. Do you know what that means?”

“Adored throughout Teyvat and the realm above. You are the honored one no?”

“I don’t… what…?” You started to get lightheaded. “Albedo?” You sloshed as you fell off your seat.

“I’m sorry Adored One, but I have to put Klee first. Now that you’ve heeled Stormterror you’re a threat to the people of Mondstadt. I’m going to hand you over to the knights for terrorism and endangering the public.”

#sagau #genshin impact x reader #genshin #albedo #dvalin #stormterror #genshin impact #genshin x reader #sagau cult au #genshin cult au #crack #pop culture #pop culture references #abyss #abyss order #abyss mage

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certkidwhocantdomath · 2 months

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Fanart by @863ham

Did I Pass The Test?

Additional tags: Blood and Violence, Bloody Kisses, First kiss(kinda), pre-blind Johnny Cage

Summary: Bi-Han wanted to test Johnny's fighting abilities, so he wrote a fake fan letter luring Johnny to the forest.

Or coldstar's first kiss.

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Bi-Han scaled a tree with ease, positioning himself within its branches, hidden both by the leaves and the cool dark of night. Everyone else at the academy would be asleep by now but Bi-Han waited like an owl for the mouse to show it's face under the moonlight. If they had gotten away and could follow the guiding instructions on the letter right, Johnny should be arriving soon.

Right on cue, Bi-Han detected the unsubtle crashing of foliage and footsteps. A flashlight beam cut through the dark as Johnny's one guiding light. Bi-Han retreated further into the tree, widening his eyes to take in more light as he stared down.

"Shit, this place is creepy," Johnny huffed, ducking under a low-hanging branch.

His flashlight scanned the small clearing, finally landing on the large boulder amidst it. Johnny let out a low whistle, coming up to it for a better look. "Oh, wow. That monk wasn’t kidding. This thing really does look like an elephant’s face. Hah, and it’s gray too."

The flashlight turned around, sweeping in a circle. It wasn’t very powerful but it did provide some decent light to the area. Not that Johnny would be able to hold on to it much longer.

"Um, hello? I’m here…" Johnny called, tilting his head to listen for signs of the imaginary monk who had written the letter.

Johnny didn’t know how long he really wanted to wait out in the creepy woods. It wasn’t exactly the middle of nowhere, given how close it was to the academy. But the way the trees loomed only set Johnny on edge the longer he had to bask in their spindly, reaching branches.

Sure, he was a star but he would like a bit more light than just stars. Though the moon was quite bright itself. It looked full tonight and was quite the sight to behold.

Johnny turned the flashlight up as he too looked to the sky, looking at that big eye in the sky. But when his flashlight caught the treetops in it's beam, he was met with two extra eyes than normal.

Johnny and Bi-Han stared silently for just a moment, Johnny's mouth dropping open, blinking in disbelief, as if he could open his eyes again and the ghost would be gone. Bi-Han, equally dismayed at being caught before he could unleash his surprise attack, stayed with his hands still poised together, about to form an icicle.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Johnny broke the stalemate with a shout, complete disbelief showing on his face where Bi-Han could see past the light shining on him.

Taking that as his cue, Bi-Han finished his motions, a long and sharp dagger of ice forming in his hands and quickly leaving them planting itself violently into the ground just at Johnny’s feet. Johnny jumped back, the light in his hands trembling as he shakily pointed the flashlight at it.

"Holy shit Sub-Zero, you could have killed me!", he was so shocked he couldn’t even muster up a silly nickname. Good, Bi-Han thought, he’s taking this seriously.

"That is the plan," Bi-Han growled, dropping from the tree and landing in a crouch.

He stalked predatory towards Johnny, who continued to back up, holding out the flashlight like it was his only defense. "You fell so easily for my ploy. Did you not ever think to check the authenticity of the letter’s writer before so easily straying from safety?"

"I figured of all fans a monk wouldn’t be one of the crazy’s-" Johnny defended, trying to keep his distance while Bi-Han circled him. "I know how upset you are about 'us', but we can talk this out, right?"

"I grew tired of your talk a long ago," Bi-Han snapped. He stomped his foot into the ground, sending up pillars of ice and breaking off a staff from one. "Now we will fight with real stakes. If you beat me, I will never bother you again."

Johnny clenched his fist. He knew running was not an option here. Setting the flashlight to the ground gingerly to shed some light on the battleground, he dared to ask, "And if you win?"

Both already knew Bi-Han's answer. "I will kill you."

Johnny sucked in a breath, trying to steady himself. He had always imagined that Bi-Han might get angry enough to murk him, but he had never thought it would actually happen! He figured being Earthrealm’s defender and Liu Kang’s little backup squad put some restrictions on the guy.

Although it also wasn’t too hard to imagine they were going a little off the book. Either way, he needed to win, and he had a feeling it was going to be a lot harder than it was at Cage Manson.

Bi-Han reveled in knowing he was going to get to beat the man, his joy only sightly dampened knowing he couldn’t match against them with his real strength. He just wanted to get the man scared enough to think they were going to die, not actually lose their life.

Bi-Han pointed at Johnny with a glare, seeing the man still trying to keep a distance. "Fight!" He demanded.

Bi-Han hurled the staff he had made first, then a compacted ball of ice at Johnny, who swiftly threw himself to the side in a dodge for both. Bi-Han attempted another throw but Johnny had closed the distance with impressive speed.

He shot out his foot for a kick, but Bi-Han ducked, rolling under it and grabbing their thigh still in the air, throwing them down. Johnny rolled on the ground as Bi-Han attempted to stomp on them. Johnny managed to save his own ribs from a crushing blow and slammed his foot into Bi-Hans as they bent over him.

It sent the ice man back a few paces, enough for Johnny to get back on his feet. Bi-Han flew forward, though, striking out with punches. Johnny blocked what he could while sending back his own strikes. Both landed hits, but Johnny felt the most blows, his head lolling back after a particularly strong hit.

Bi-Han dropped to the ground, sliding on a sheet of ice he formed to knock their feet out from under them. Johnny toppled but was quick to use it to his own advantage, angling his knee to land roughly against Bi-Han, knocking up against their chin.

Bi-Han let out a grunt from the damage while Johnny used his position on top of the other to deliver more strikes. Continuing his assault, he pummeled the man until Bi-Han managed to catch his wrists and press his knees against his stomach, pushing up and flipping Johnny over Bi-Han onto his back. His breath was briefly knocked from him as he landed, and he only watched helplessly as Bi-Han appeared over him.

Johnny closed his eyes with a yell, holding an arm over his head in a cowering block. Bi-Han huffed in irritation, gripping their hand with a freezing grasp and tearing it away from Johnny’s face. "That was far too easy. You didn’t even try to push back this time." He slammed his fist into the ground on the side of their head. "Pathetic."

Bi-Han retracted, giving space to the other fighter and moving back into a starting stance. "Again!" He demanded.

Johnny sat up and Bi-Han could tell his face was red from embarrassment. Good. They should be.

The humiliation made Johnny better as they sought to prove themself against the harsh words Bi-Han had delivered. They both fought with conviction, time freezing in the woodsy arena so that all they could focus on was each other.

"Argh-" Bi-Han grunted as a foot connected with his head, swaying to the side in disorientation.

Another hit slammed into his stomach, then Johnny spun, using his elbows to dig into Bi-Han before finishing with a strong back kick that sent Bi-Han to the floor.

Johnny was on him at once, lifting his leg again for another kick but Bi-Han covered a layer of ice over himself, rolling away as the freezing clone remained in his place.

The ice shattered as Johnny kicked the fake Bi-Han's eyebrows, lifting in surprise as the ice shot up from his foot, covering the other in a thin layer that froze them to the spot. Bi-Han barked a short laugh as got to his feet, kicking out himself to slam into the frozen Johnny. The ice shattered and it sent him backwards, the sharp ice causing a few bloody cuts.

They were both bloody by this point, a trickle of crimson running from Bi-Han's nose and in other spots while Johnny's knuckles left their own bloody imprints on Bi-Han, farther tearing the actors skin each time he punched.

The rough terrain of the forest ground didn’t help cushion the blows either. Each time one of them was knocked down, pieces of sticks, roots and pebbles would poke and scrape them. Each had also taken several turns of being slammed up against the large elephant shaped boulder as well.

Both were tiring though, slowing but surely losing their energy. They had been at it for what felt like forever, constantly exchanging blows and, at times, words. Mostly just Bi-Han egging Johnny on, who would occasionally shout back his joy whenever he managed a particularly good blow against Bi-Han.

More than an hour must have passed and Bi-Han had to compliment Johnny on his stamina. But he had a snaking suspicion this would be the last round before Bi-Han forced Johnny to concede.

Bi-Han circled the actor, both huffing from exertion and Johnny weakly put his hands up. "Come at me." He taunted but none of his usual mock was in it, Johnny too focused on getting his breathing under control.

"Do not ask for what you can not handle." Bi-Han retorted.

Johnny and Bi-Han pushed against each other, their arms locked together in a stalemate. Bi-Han grit his teeth, and slid his arm to the side, bringing Johnny's with it to lower his guard and send a jab into his cheek.

Johnny huffed and sent back his own punches. He brought a knee up quickly, slamming into Bi-Han's stomach and following through with a grab at the sides of Bi-Han’s head, bringing Bi-Han's face down into his knee.

Bi-Han stumbled but pinwheeled his arms as a makeshift weapon formed from his ice, splitting over the top of Johnny’s skull. That one hit a bit harder than he intended but it was getting harder and harder for Bi-Han to hold back. It just felt so good to go in a match against the actor.

Johnny bounced back, reared back, and sent an uppercut into Bi-Han, forcing him to retreat briefly.

Bi-Han shook off the disorientation and threw out several balls of ice. Johnny dodged all but the last, stumbling as he turned to quickly from the previous and fell right into the other. It struck him sharply, spreading ice over his arm. Johnny shook and clawed at the iced over arm, trying to free himself and Bi-Han rushed forward, sliding forward on a path of ice. Bi-Han jabbed into their chest with several pointed hits.

Johnny kicked him squarely, sending Bi-Han back a few paces. He looked up and found Johnny had already managed to get closer, kicking him again. Bi-Hans’ stomach contracted from the force, his lungs spamming for a moment. Johnny tried the kick a third time but Bi-Han caught him by the ankle instead, throwing him to the ground with it.

"Don’t be so predictable." he snarled.

"Yeah? Predict this!" Johnny growled back, darting forward.

Bi-Han expected a punch and put up his arms to block. But instead, Johnny dropped down, though not for a kick. Bi-Hanc's eyes widened as he looked down through his guard. Johnny’s legs spread as easily as a ballerina performing a pirouette but without any of the fluttery grace. Dropping into the splits, Johnny punched Bi-Han right in the crotch.

Bi-Han choked, his knees buckling as he dropped to the ground in pain, clutching at the front of his pants.

Johnny looked mighty proud of himself, crossing his arms and chuckling.

An angry red flashed in Bi-Han’s vision and with a violent strike out he threw out ice that froze Johnny's feet to the ground. Bi-Han got to his feet while Johnny struggled to break free from the ice. Johnny only had time to glance up before Bi-Han had a powerful foot against his ribs. Johnny was sent flying and Bi-Han lowered his leg into a normal stance.

He waited for Johnny to get back up.

And he waited.

Johnny remained face down on the ground, body giving slight twitches.

"Fuck…" Bi-Han growled lowly. That kick had been much stronger than he wanted and he feared he might have actually killed the man.

He jogged towards the man and dropped to the ground. Quickly and gingerly, he rolled over the man, turning Johnny onto his back. His eyes were closed but mouth open, clearly breathing. Bi-Han sighed his own breath of relief. He ran a hand over Johnny’s chest, feeling over his ribs.

"Did you break one?" Johnny wheezed, cracking open his eyes.

Bi-Han glanced at Johnny, his stern face relaxing. "No. Your alright."

Bi-Han pushed an arm under Johnny's back, sitting him up, his hand still resting gently on Johnny’s chest. He looked down at the bloody and bruised man, who still managed to smile at Bi-Han, showing off their bloody mouth. Bi-Han’s chest swelled, adrenaline still fueling him as he brought a hand to his face, removing his mask.

He took in a deep breath of the woodsy night air, unburdened by the mask. Gently, he brought a hand up to Johnny's face, tilting it slightly as he leaned down. Bi-Han pressed his lips against Johnny's, gentle at first, before it became more pressing.

Johnny groaned, whining into Bi-Han’s mouth, who pressed deeper. Bi-Hans tongue swiped out briefly, licking up some of the blood that stained Johnnys teeth and lips. Bi-Han breathed out cold air against Johnny, the crystalline breath making Johnny's mouth feel a bit dryer.

"So… your not actually going to kill me. Are you?" Johnny asked, still pulled in close to Bi-Han. His eyes drifted back and forth from the ninja’s eyes to their lips.

Bi-Han shook his head. "It was merely a test." Johnny gave thanks by imitating his own kiss, pressing against Bi-Han with a huffing moan. Whether it was pain or pleasure was anyone’s guess. Probably both.

Johnny managed to smile as he parted their lips. "That’s good. It would have really sucked if you killed me. So… did I pass the test?" Johnny asked, tilting his head back to lean into Bi-Hans’ arm.

"You are not totally useless, Cage." Bi-Han said.

Johnny managed another laugh that turned into a cough, his arm coming up weakly to grab Bi-Hans’ front to steady himself. "That’s also really good, because I think I’m going to pass out."

Bi-Han raised his eyebrows. Perhaps Johnny should go into a carnival sideshow as a psychic because the actor did, in fact, pass out into Bi-Han, his body going slack.

Bi-Han gently lay the actor back down. Retrieving the actor’s flashlight first and tucking it away, he moved into a squat next to the man. He moved his arms under Johnny and dragged him up and slung Johnny over both shoulders.

It was still late in the night. As long as Bi-Han was quick and silent, no one would see him carrying the injured Johnny back into the academy. That would certainly be very hard to explain. Especially since Bi-Han was taking them to his bedroom.

----AUTHOR'S NOTE---

Yup, the coldstar kiss happened after a fight. Next I'mma write about Johnny's revival and training and in Seido(will be separate) and the Johnshi and Coldstar reunion(canonical to my HCs and fictional to my HCs)

#bi han #johnny cage #coldstar #johnhan #first kiss #kinda

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