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inspirationdivine · 4 years

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Shadows of the Heart || Morgan and Lydia

Timing: Current Parties: @mor-beck-more-problems, @inspirationdivine Summary: Lydia and Morgan discuss Remmy and life, until their summer day walk is interrupted by something terrible Warnings: Gore, reference to vomit

There was a delicate pleasure in these summer evenings, where the sun still hung in the sky even so late in the day. The last weeks had been tiring, but ultimately rewarding, with the vampire dealt with and Remmy now safe. Lydia saw in them all the scars of that week, but also a lightness to them that she hadn’t seen in a month, since that wretched collar had appeared on their neck. Lydia’s ankle bounced under her when she saw Morgan approach. Standing up from the weather-worn bench, she smiled at the zombie. So much had changed since the last time they’d met. “Lovely of you to meet me. How are you, my dear?”

Morgan hadn’t guessed that Lydia would ever look at her so warmly and neither would she have figured that she would reach to hug the fae as if she were a friend of her own. At least, not this soon. But there was comfort in the other woman's arms and Morgan was ready to take as much of that as she could. “Better, I guess,” she sighed. “I stopped by the bakery for snacks. I probably should’ve asked what you like, but then it would’ve spoiled the whole part where it was a surprise so, uh, anyway--” She held out the small paper bag. “I hope you like cream puffs. There’s also those um, tiny french sandwich things they pipe with meringue? Seemed kinda like a safe bet.” Starting to feel awkward at her own eagerness (What was she trying to prove anyway? Didn’t they understand each other better by now?) Morgan stuffed her hands in her skirt pockets. “It’s good to see you too, you know, after everything. It still doesn’t feel like it’s over, but at least we’re, I don’t know, still alive to keep at it? Is that an awful thing to say when you’ve caused the deaths of a few people?”

“Oh, you wonderful person,” Lydia grinned, taking a proffered cream puff from the brown bag. “I do love to indulge in human food from time to time.” Which, Of course, unable to taste it Morgan wouldn’t. “This is very kind of you, what a lovely treat.” She didn’t think much of it, but Morgan seemed to briefly look uncomfortable, as if Lydia might have snapped at her for it. Lydia took a small bite of the cream puff as Morgan talked, and swallowed it with a small frown. “No, I don’t think it’s an awful thing to be glad that you’re alive. Death is a tragedy, but so is what was happening to Remmy.”

Morgan began to relax, pleased with her success. “Lucky guess,” she said. “We can take them on our walk with us, if you want?” In spite of Lydia’s strange but serene presence, Morgan was restless. It was harder than usual to slow down and be still. The impulse to run still burned in her muscles even if there was no longer any curse to escape or spectres chasing her on the horizon. “And, you know, you do have a point. That place was...awful. I saw one of the fights, the way people cheered for the destruction, for their...pain. I don’t understand how anyone could work there willingly, behind the scenes, guarding their...I don’t even want to guess what they called them. But it doesn’t feel like it’s really been balanced, you know?”

“That would be lovely,” Lydia agreed, falling in step beside Morgan, who had much more energy than Lydia felt in herself. The zombie was distinctly restless, and while Lydia was hardly at peace with the events of the last weeks, her manner was to internalise such things so deep that they might never erupt from her chest. It was the only way to cope with the hearts of two to four other humans alongside her own. “It was nightmarish. There can be an art to the act of war and battle, but I did not see it in there.” She chuckled, but the sound was twisted with a deep sadness. “Somehow, that sounds like a very spellcaster thing to ask. Don’t go looking for balance, Morgan, there is none. “

Morgan sighed and gave Lydia an apologetic smile. “I guess I’m still struggling to let go of being a witch. But in my defense, it was everything I was, my whole being. In school I had science club and student government and magic lessons. I double majored in college for magic. I made all my life choices around my curse, I moved around on my own for research, including here, and I--stupidly human or not, I was raised to think that there was some kind of sense to everything if you could look wide enough. And when I tapped into the universe for my magic I actually believed it sometimes. I thought all the lopsidedness in my life was because of my curse, but here we are, and I just don’t see any-- sorry.” Morgan deflated, finally gaining sense of her rant. The days had been strenuous and when she wasn’t picking apart the things she’d done or trying her damnedest to forget them, she was seeing Coraline’s body in the alley. “I don’t mean to be all…” She gestured helplessly. “It’s already been a week, and I saw something...so awful the other day. Which is part of why I was so ready and relieved to meet up in the first place! But--” But that dead girl, dead nix. What if it had been Mina instead of Coraline? “I’m just making a mess. Still. Sorry. Um, tell me what’s been going on with you. It must be a relief to have Remmy back, right?”

Lydia couldn’t do much but listen, nodding as Morgan vented. Her head just tilted in more concern. “I think it’s… natural, to want to find a fairness or balance of sorts, especially for everyone who isn’t fae. I don’t think you need to apologise for that. To us, the world is chaos, and sometimes it is… easier to remember that, than wish for something to repay it.” There was something more, and Lydia almost asked what, when Morgan sharply changed conversational directional. “Oh, um, alright. It is such a relief to have them back. I’m keeping the fridge stocked, they look so… underfed, but they’ve been doing better than I’ve seen them in a while. Aside from that, things have been good. A vampire was giving me serious trouble but I’ve promise bound him into finding his true love, which is a delightful twist of irony considering he doesn’t have a soul.”

“That’s good. We’ve been talking too, and I think things are getting better, and we all just probably need more time but that’s just--stars, that’s so good to hear.” Morgan managed a small laugh of admiration at the rest of Lydia’s escapades. “You know what, that is some amazing folkloric justice,” she said. “It kind of sounds like order to me. Maybe not human order, but putting some asshole in check with part of their own assholery is kind of brilliant. And, you know, I’m trying to reconcile the overwhelming amount of caos with everything I’ve known before and all, but, yaknow, witch justice kinda goes that way sometimes too.” She then grimaced at her own comment. Witch justice was supposed to work that way, giving people their due, what they’d earned, for better or for worse. “Not that witches always play by the rules they should,” she added, grumbling. “Is that what fae do when someone does something horrible to them in the supernatural world? Trick them? Make them pay somehow?”

"I'm glad they have you, whatever the future looks like." Lydia said softly, pressing her lips together in a grim smile. "Is it not? I was ever so proud when I came up with it," Lydia replied with a small laugh. While she listened, Lydia had to admit that the intricacies of witch magic didn't much interest her. Morgan was not a Spellcaster anymore. "No one plays by all the rules they should." Lydia tilted her head, thinking over the question as they passed a crowing Raven. "Not necessarily. The trickery is a bonus, and a protective measure in equal parts. If the vampire left me alone I would not actively seek justice or balance." Lydia replied.

Morgan considered this. It sounded more than fair, even accommodating, but it wouldn’t help her in the face of this killer. Her brow furrowed with thought as they walked until finally, “Lydia, what would you to someone who had killed another fae? And I don’t mean like what Remmy did, but something cruel. Torture. Something with the worst of intentions?”

“What a strange question,” Lydia replied, stopping in her tracks and turning to the other woman, frowning, clicking her nails against her thumb. “Why would you ask that?” She looked around, to the trees in the deep park, heavy with birds chirping their summer melodies, and pixies most would never even notice unless they were looking for them. “I know what I would wish to do, but Morgan, that doesn’t mean I’m capable of it. I’m not a violent person, nor do I think I ever could be. Not to mention, attracting the attention of hunters and spellcasters is not something I can easily risk. I have set bounties in the past, but that is the most of it.”

“Fine, okay, but what if you didn’t have to be the one to do it?” Morgan persisted. “If it didn’t have to come back on you, which, for the record, is my preference too, what should happen to someone who would do that, who would just take—” In the middle of their talk, Morgan hadn’t noticed their path, veering away from people and closer towards the tight, shadowy clusters of trees and bushes. She had not noticed the faint hint of death in the air either, not until she stopped. Her first thought was that it couldn’t be. If going out with Deirdre had taught her anything, it was that there was always some dead bird or squirrel to be found if you only knew where to look. But as Morgan scanned their surroundings, the ample cover for a stashed body, she couldn’t help but wonder. She sniffed the air, searching for the direction it was coming from, and started walking. Please, please be some stupid felled bird.

“If I were to have my way, every last hunter would be dead,” Lydia replied darkly. “Every single one of them.” It wasn’t what she’d expected to discuss today, which was perhaps why she spoke so venemously, with convictions she’d spent a lifetime developing. At first, she didn’t catch the distant look to Morgan’s expression. “Why do you ask?” She asked again. “Morgan, is everything alright with Deirdre?” But Morgan wasn’t paying attention to Lydia, she was off walking, sniffing the air, as Lydia’s own chest began to ring a little.

“Trust me, if someone had hurt Deirdre, I wouldn’t be asking for help in hypotheticals,” Morgan muttered. And it wasn’t a hunter, a fact that still made her head spin. She followed the pull of hunger until it was unmistakable. It brought her all the way to a copse of young oaks and bushes in need of trimming. This far at the edge of the park, whoever tended them had probably thought no one would notice. Morgan stood and waited to know what to do. She had to know. She also, depending on what she found, needed to not snack on a random body. But it was just a bird. Or a fox. Maybe some very random very human arm. Or one of those weird hands with eyeballs in them. Fuck it. Morgan peeled back the leaves and-- “No. Oh no.” It wasn’t a trick of her mind. Not an overreaction. She didn’t know what it was, but the bashed skull and the bloody stumps where something had grown from the head were enough to know the answer was not human. Morgan didn’t stop moving. She continued to stagger forward, clutching her stomach, until she tripped on a root and fell to her knees. She curled her fingers deep into the dirt, grimacing as she fought herself. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m sorry…”

“Morgan? Morgan, you need to get away from the body. Please, Morgan, get away from the body.” Lydia felt bile rising in her throat along with the pitch of her voice, quickly stepping away from Morgan and the body both, trembling with fear. She had heard of this part. The human body never could fully handle the magic that had made them into something else. The human mind could only be reinforced so much, but it was not made to cope with being supernatural. The final outcome? That horrifying loss of control that Morgan seemed to teeter on the edge of as she collapsed, clutching her belly. Lydia needed to be ready to run, to try to outrun something like a mindless zombie. Her voice went shrill. “Morgan! Please, pull yourself together!”

“I’m trying!” Morgan screeched. She crawled further away, dumping her bag on the ground once again and ripping open her safety snacks with her teeth before stuffing a paprika dusted heart into her mouth. “It’s...not...a hunter,” she said, still chewing. She stuffed another one, trying to think about how rabbit hearts prepped the right way reminded her of those fruit gummies with syrupy juice in the middle. She popped another one in her mouth. Raw really was best. “If it’s the same...as what I saw the other day...it’s something else.” She choked on her food, trembling. “What do you see? How...how bad is it?”

Lydia kept backing away, her heart hammering in her chest. There were trees she could fly into, or if she ran and screamed she might find some hapless human male willing to protect her, especially if she spat in his face. She flinched as Morgan screeched at her, hopping even further back as Morgan tore into her back and pulled raw flesh from her bag. Lydia cautiously snuck around her, gagging as her stomach tried to bring up the cream puff she’d been eating earlier. She knelt, carefully, next to the wispy corpse, her nose pinched. Blood had soaked the grass, but it was long dried. It wasn’t Felix, and it wasn’t Morelia, but Lydia the more Lydia looked, the less sure she was of all of that. “How can you possibly know this isn’t a hunter? This is what they do! They cut off the antlers for trophies or money!” Lydia’s voice cracked, tears prickling at her eyes. “Oh, this poor soul.”

“I--I don’t! I’m just guessing! I can’t even look! But if it’s the same...if the iron is…” Morgan struggled to string the words together. “If it looks like it’s part of the skin…” She stuffed an eye into her mouth and chewed furiously. “It’s what I was trying to tell you. A nix...I found her a few days ago...but I brought her to someone...and it was alchemy.” The word still burned in her mouth. She wasn’t sure which outcome she hoped for, one monster or two. It didn’t seem to make much of a difference, either way, two people had been killed in awful, terrifying ways. And for what? “What do you see, Lydia?”

“What do you mean if the iron is part of the skin? Warden’s skins can become iron!” Lydia replied, her voice still shrill as she blinked away tears, looking over the battered, ruined corpse. The beautiful light that should once have shone in those eyes, forever extinguished. “A nix? Morgan, what do you mean, alchemy?” The more she looked, though, the more the wispy shadows gave way to glinting iron, to burns so deep they were bloody. Lydia was going to throw up. “Morgan, I need- I need a moment. Just… stay away.” There was no way knowing whether this lampade was part of any Aos Sí, what dialect they spoke, but in America, English was the safest bet. If their soul was listening, they needed to understand.

“May you rest quiet in the Whispering Grounds.” Lydia murmured, holding the lampade’s cold, stiff hand. She spoke in a strange lilt, words practiced over centuries to guide fae spirits past the ghostly form and into their thereafter. She moved her hand to the lampade’s lips. “You have kept all your words and promises to life alike. I relinquish you from what binds you to this world. Move forward, safely, knowing that you will lie with your brethren and your family will always have a home to turn to.” Her hand moved to his chest. “May your body fill with magic threads and the mushrooms dissolve the order of your body into chaos anew. They will create life from it, and the autumn equinox will be used to celebrate you. May your soul rest where you most wish it. You are relinquished from everything. Rest easy.” Lydia leant over the body, and pressed to their forehead a small kiss. “Taisteal sábháilte isteach san oíche.” Travel safe into the night.

Morgan groaned with frustration. “I mean someone tortured a fae with alchemy! And she died! And if it’s the same asshole---urrgh!” She couldn’t do anything like this, and she’d barely been able to talk about it with Lydia before they’d found the body. She staggered further away, where the park ended and the ground became rocky and dry. She heard, faintly, the murmurs of funeral rites for the body. She dragged herself a little further, feeling that it wasn’t something the was meant to be a part of, and did not stop until the smell of death grew fainter and her stomach began to relax. Morgan folded herself up tight and buried her head against her knees while she waited for Lydia to come find her.

Lydia knelt by the body a moment longer, before slowly pushing herself upright, and walking nervously back to the zombie waiting at a distance. She did not try to hide the multitude of tear streaks on her cheeks, wearing them as proud as a crown. Morgan was curled up in a small ball, and with a deep breath Lydia knelt beside her, putting her arm over the younger woman’s shoulders. “Thank you,” she murmured, and hoped Morgan knew she didn’t say those words lightly. “I want… I want to get them to a real resting place. Can you help me carry them?” Lydia pressed her wobbling lips together, looking back at the wispy body. There was more of that body that was worth it for scavengers to harvest. Whoever that person was, they needed to rest where no spellcaster was welcome. The light would be right in an hour or two. They just needed a mirror. Lydia’s eyes glistened with angry tears. Even if it wasn’t a hunter, it was still a filthy human that had done this. “Then, after, Morgan, please tell me everything.”

#para #chatzy #wickedswriting #morgan

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beatrice-blaze · 4 years

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Two Pin Split || Bea & Remmy (ft. Blanche & Nell)

Date: Sometime in March

In which date crashers get crashed back

@whatsin-yourhead @nelllraiser @harlowhaunted

Finding a date on Tinder was not how Remmy expected to have their first real date in White Crest. Sure, there was the stuff with Taylor, but did it really count when every time there’d been an interruption? And while they definitely really liked Taylor, Morgan had said it was okay to play the field. Besides, now, Remmy had all the time in the world. And Bea seemed nice. And if she was related to Nell, then Remmy knew she was a good person. No one related to Nell could be bad. All of those thoughts still didn’t quell Remmy’s nerves. In fact, knowing Bea was Nell’s sister made them feel perhaps more nervous. Like what if they didn’t get along? What if Nell didn’t want to be their friend anymore? Remmy had to push thoughts like that away, though. They just had to relax, and pretend like this was any other date and just deal with the regular set of nerves that came with that.

They’d put on some nice clothes for the event. First impressions were important, after all. They’d even found a real place to get their haircut and finally gotten it all cleaned up. They ran their hand over it, wishing they could feel the soft bristles of the freshly buzzed hair, as they headed up to the bowling place entrance. Remmy had never been to a bowling lane before, but they liked watching them and movies and hoped they were just like it. Crazy, disco carpets, a weird abandoned arcade, shoes that always looked like they were about to fall apart. It truly excited them. They supposed they were a bit early, so they stopped just outside the doors and decided to wait around. This was an easy thing, so they’d left Moose at home with Blanche. Well, easy aside from Remmy’s propensity for nerves. Leaning against the wall, they straightened out the jacket they’d put on, and waited.

Bea wasn’t actually sure when the last time she went on was. Dating had been a sore subject for almost a year following her ex boyfriend’s walk out and then she had simply been too busy to actually maintain a relationship. Though, it wasn’t because she didn’t want to. She enjoyed being in a relationship and being someone’s girlfriend, but she always managed to mess it up with her schedule before they got serious. (Or they would call her out for mothering them and break it off then, but she didn’t like to think about that reason). She went for a classic Bea look, one which Nell would absolutely call Hot Mom fashion, of a sweater and jeans, since she didn’t think bowling in a skirt would be the best. As she hopped out of her car, she waved to Remmy and quickly made her way to them with a grin. “Hey! How are you? Excited to bowl for the first time?” She didn’t want to make it awkward, so she didn’t go for a hug or a handshake, though she wondered if that made it even more awkward. “Should we go get our shoes?”

When Remmy spotted Bea coming up from her car, they pushed away from the wall and met her near the doors, giving a little wave. “Hey!” What next? Did they hug? Did they shake hands? Bea didn’t move for either, so Remmy stayed in their space and smiled, perking up a bit at the mention. “Is it weird if I say I’m actually really excited for that part?” They gave a small chuckle, moving to open the door for Bea. “After you,” they said, following her in. She was definitely an attractive person, and although Remmy could feel their nerves cycling around in their stomach, they were keeping them pretty steady for now. The thing Remmy noticed most about Bea was her hair, and how it looked a lot like Nell’s. Probably not a thing to mention. “Nice sweater, by the way,” they said as they shuffled up towards the shoe rental counter. “I’m a big fan of sweaters. Especially big, over-sized ones. It feels like wearing a blanket.”

“No, I don’t think that’s weird. You’re experiencing something new,” Bea laughed lightly. She liked that this was Remmy’s first time at a bowling alley. It was always fun to be with people as they went through something different. She flashed Remmy another large grin at their compliment. “Thanks! I love sweaters. I think they can be so cute and even though they’re cozy you still don’t look under dressed. Half of my closet is probably sweaters.” Leaning against the counter, Bea patiently waited for one of the employees to come over to help them. “Hi!” She greeted the worker,”Could I have a size eight and a half?” As the worker explained how they had to give them one of their shoes to get a pair of rentals, Bea dipped down to slip off her shoe and hand it to the employee. “I forgot they kept one of our shoes hostage,” She said jokingly to Remmy.

“Well, when you put it that way,” Remmy nodded, giving a lopsided smile. Bea’s whole face seemed to light up when she smiled, it was nice. “They’re the perfect piece of clothing, to be honest,” they added on with a nod. “I think half my closet is old band t-shirts or flannels, but...it makes sense, now.” When Bea bent down to pull off her shoe, Remmy gave a slightly confused look, raising a brow. “Wha-- oh. So like, to make sure you give the shoes back? Oh, that makes sense. I think?” They bent down to pull off their own shoes, one that was barely tied on, and held it out. “Uh, nines, please.” The bored looking employee took their shoes and sauntered off to grab their sizes. “Hmm, I feel...lopsided now.” Gave a sheepish grin. “Must be the carpet. I’m a little disappointed the carpet is bearable to look at. I was really expecting something so retro it hurt my eyes. Like the old paper cup designs.”

Even though Bea had been a bit skeptical about the whole dating app situation when Nellie and Blanche had first made it, she was glad that she hadn’t deleted the thing right away. She enjoyed talking to Remmy so far and that made it worth the weird messages she had gotten from the app. “Some people can rock a band t-shirt and flannel look. I don’t think I could, but they look really good on other people.” It was a bit too casual for Bea, who paired most of her outfits with a heel if she had the option, but she did generally think people in flannels were cute. “I’m not sure why anyone would steal the shoes, but I guess some people have their things.” She looked down at the floor, a bit disappointed herself at how inoffense it was to the eye. “I swear it used to be worse. I’m sorry you don’t get to experience how obnoxious they can be.” Grabbing the shoes that were placed on the counter for them, she excitedly moved towards their assigned lane. “We have to pick a ball now! Well… After we put our shoes on,” She said sheepishly after realizing she was walking around in a sock.

“I don’t know how I’ll ever get over this truly tragic loss,” Remmy said with a somber nod, shaking their head as if disappointed. They grabbed their pair of shoes and followed Bea over to the lane the guy had assigned them, the excited bounce in her step making Remmy feel all the more excited, too. They liked it when other people were happy and excited like this, and sharing in that excitement felt good. “Pick a ball? They don’t just like...appear for us?” they asked, looking around as they limped over to the seats. “Oh, yeah, should probably do that.” They plucked off their second shoe and set it aside, before putting on the bowling ones and standing up. “Woah, these feel….not like shoes.” Their screwed up oddly for a moment. “Do they always feel like this?”

Pulling off her other shoe, Bea set it down neatly under a seat and out of the way. She took her time to lace up her shoes and was a bit fiddly about how the laces sat on her shoes. “Yeah! You have to pick because they come in different weights. I use an eight pound ball because it goes fast when I throw it, but some people can use a twelve pound ball. Plus the eight pound ones are pretty.” They were usually red and that was Bea’s favorite color by far. Bea grinned at Remmy,“Yeah bowling shoes feel like what I imagine barbie shoes would feel if they came in real people sizes.”

“Oh, that makes sense,” Remmy said, feeling a little stupid for not realzing that. Bea didn’t seem to mind, though, and it almost seemed as if she liked explaining it. So Remmy brushed off the feeling and tapped their shoes on the ground, pleasantly surprised by the clicking noise they made. “Oh, I’m gonna have fun with that!” They chuckled, looking over at Bea. “Alright, show me the ropes with this ball situation. Do I just grab any of them?” they asked, holding their hand out to Bea to help her up from sitting. She’d tied her shoes so neatly and Remmy’s were just tied once and stuffed into the tongue. A technique they’d learned at five and never stopped doing. “Hey, yeah, that’s actually a really good way of explaining it. Barbie shoes. I never woulda thought of that.”

It had taken far too long to get to the bowling alley, though Blanche’s new car did a great job of making good time. Still- any amount of time lost when it came to spying on her sister and Remmy’s date was too much time. In truth, Nell didn’t know why the thought of it seemed to thoroughly wig her out, but she wasn’t about to go ahead and just not spy on them when they were in a perfectly public place. On the off chance that she and Blanche got caught, they could just say they coincidentally wanted to go bowling. Bowling in...trench coats that covered most of their bodies and hats that helped to hide their faces. Excellent. It didn’t take long to spot Remmy and Bea as Nell entered the alley, and she immediately took cover and reached to tug at Blanche’s sleeve. “Look at them! There they are...bowling.” As if the activity was the worst offense she’d ever encountered in her life.

They were so going to get caught. There was no fucking way in hell that Remmy and Bea were going to spot them. The trench coats and hats made them look ridiculous, and Blanche wanted to ask how she made a living as a bounty hunter. Then again, they did make her feel cool, so she guessed she could forgive it. Blanche practically sped to the bowling alley, enjoying her new toy of a car way too much. The thing drove like a dream and she had to remind herself that they were on a super secret mission and to get her shit together because she kind of just wanted to go blast msuic and drive around. She followed Nell into the bowling alley, following her league in ducking for cover, poking her head up. She nose wrinkled. “They’re actually bowling?” Blanche said, “Back in my day, bowling meant … Not that. Ewwww.”

A laugh bubbled out of Bea once again as she watched Remmy have fun with the shoes. She liked watching people be delighted by little things. She struggled, at times, to remember that the little things were just as important as the big ones. She took Remmy’s hand gratefully as she stood up. “Listen, I had a lot of experience with barbie shoes as a kid. I used to stick them on my fingertips and pretend that my fingers were legs. So I know a little about how they feel.” It was odd to share that memory, she didn’t usually tell people the embarrassing things she used to do as a kid. Leading Remmy over to a rack of balls, she began to pick some up and fit them against her own fingers. “You should just try some out and whatever one feels like it’s easiest to hold should work. I have little fingers so it’s easiest if I use the eight pound ones.”

“Oh, that’s so cute,” Remmy said, letting out a chuckle. Smiling ear to ear. They couldn’t remember the last time they’d felt so...normal. And happy. And this was just...fun. Just fun and simple. Maybe that’s all it needed to be. “I never really played with barbie’s as a kid, but I loved those little finger skateboards that were all the craze in like...1997.” They followed Bea over to the ball rack and started picking some up. Went straight for the blue one-- their favorite color-- and picked it up. It had the number 14 on it. “I have small fingers, too, I think?” they said, holding up their free hand with their fingers spread. “Lemme compare to yours.”

The coolness was the whole point of the trench coats. You couldn’t properly spy on a date if you weren’t dressed like the psychopath you were emulating. Plus, it was fun to match with Blanche. They weren’t exactly...subtle, but maybe that was actually a good thing. Nell’s nose wrinkled at Blanche’s words, deciding to banish that comment to anywhere that wasn’t here. “Okay- gross. Don’t even talk about that.” She slid into one of the booths near the little food window, far enough from Remmy and Bea that they wouldn’t be on top of them. “Can you see from here? I think I have a pretty good picture. Are they- comparing hands?”

Blanche slid into the booth next to Nell. “I’m not wrong! When’s the last time you actually went bowling to go bowling!” Blanche said, nudging her. She poked her head up over the booth, eyebrows furrowing. “I can see,” she said, glancing over at Nell. “Ew, they are not. Remmy, that’s so lame - or, well knowing them, that’s probably totally innocent,” Blanche reasoned with Nell. She glanced at Nell. “So, like, what now? Should we order food and make it look less suspicious?” And also because she was kind of hungry, too.

“Tick decks?” Bea asked. She had never been into those tiny skateboards. She had too much fun playing with her barbies or braiding other kids' hair to find the other toy interesting. “Could you do any tricks with them?” She was rather surprised when Remmy wanted to compare hands. She remembered how many people she had tried that move on herself. It was funny to be on the receiving end of it. Smirking slightly, she raised her hand and placed it against their’s. “What’s the verdict?” She asked.

“Tech decks!” Remmy exclaimed as soon as Bea reminded them. “Yeah! Those. I could do a few. I was always really good with my hands.” A beat passed, before Remmy realized how that sounded. “Um-- I mean, like, working with my hands. And stuff. I used to take apart electronics all the time. I took apart my calculator in class one time and the teacher got really mad until I put it back together and showed him it worked better now.” They looked down as Bea held up her hand, examining them. Her hands were soft and warm. Warmer than usual. Could she feel how cold Remmy’s hands were? “Uhh..” for a moment, they couldn’t find words. Pulled their hand away. “Looks like mine are a little bigger. Think this will do?” Held up the ball they’d already grabbed with a grin.

Nell didn’t bother to look away from her sister and Remmy as she answered Blanche, squinting to see them better. “I don’t know!” she hissed back quietly, as if Remmy and Bea would be able to hear them. But the thing that did successfully pull her gaze away from the date was the mention of food. It was always foolproof. “Oh, definitely. Food is a must.” What was a stakeout without snacks? And she’d take any excuse to eat. “Probably, though. Ugh I don’t know what they’re saying. Can you read lips?”

“I’m ordering us mozz sticks and pizza,” Blanche said, grabbing the little electronic order thing where they could order food and reserve a lane. That would totally make them less suspicious. Blanche glanced at Nell, poking her head up and over the booth again, squinting. “No,” she said, sadly. “We should have brought Granny, she totally could have gotten closer and filled us in…. Oh, wait, Remmy can see her.” Blanche frowned. “Maybe we should get closer? Ugh, what are they doing now? I can’t believe they’re actually bowling. What the hell?”

A moment of silence passed between them as Remmy’s rushed clarification ended and then Bea let out a big laugh. “I get what you mean, don’t worry.” She took a second before deciding that a little flirt wouldn’t hurt anyone,“I mean, but noted about being good with your hands.” Remmy’s hands were much colder than Bea had expected, but she made sure not to react. She didn’t want them to feel weird about it, especially since she knew she ran warmer than most normal people. “Yeah! That should work. Alright let’s get you bowling!”

Remmy tried their best not to choke on air at Bea’s comment, trying to play it off. “Oh, yeah,” they said, flexing their fingers. “Real, uh-- real good.” Cleared their throat and followed Bea up towards the lane, holding their bowling ball awkwardly. “You first?” they said, giving an arch of their brow and motioning with the ball. “Lead by example and all that, right? I can watch you and like, see how it’s done. I’ve only watched people do that wimpy bowl thing where they hold it with both and hands throw it like they’re hucking rocks.” A beat. “Plus, then I’ll get to learn from the best, yeah?” A half smile, half smirk. They could flirt, too. Sort of.

“Thank god,” Nell said as Blanche announced her food-based intent. She’d need that delicious goodness to get her through this. “Ugh we should have, though. I feel like we could get closer...we should definitely get closer.” And with that Nell was reaching out to grab Blanche’s hand in her’s and tug her towards the next booth over, inching towards Bea and Remmy. Slowly but surely… “I don’t know what they’re doing! Laughing? Ew gross- I feel like Remmy just said something flirty.” Perhaps she wouldn’t have minded Remmy and Bea going on a date if it wasn’t for the fact that Remmy had been her friend first. Why did this always happen? First Winston was head over heels for Bea. Not Remmy was on a date. It wasn’t even that she wanted them to like her. It was just that...couldn’t she be the more liked one, for once?

“Do you want a drin- whoa!” Blanche was yanked on over to the next booth before she could put the order onto the little tablet. She looked over at Nell. “Remmy said something flirty? Remmy said something flirty?” Blanche repeated twice. She herself was not the best, by far, at flirting. In fact, there was a clear memory of her making unintelligible noises when a girl touched her leg. Still, the idea of Remmy flirting made her face screw up. “That’s weird. I don’t like that. Ew. Ew. Ew.” Blanche poked her head back over, frowning. “I still can’t really hear. What, do we need to be on top of them to get any real content here? Ugh.”

Bea sent a grin over her shoulder as she picked her ball and threw it down the lane, getting seven pins down. Pretty good for her first shot in literal years. She turned around and very quickly saw their two spies. Of course they would be here. How freaking annoying. Couldn’t Bea just have a date and not be spied on by her little sister. Moving her eyes away, she decided to pretend that she didn’t see them. Santering over to Remmy, she leaned in and quietly whispered,“We have two friends watching us right now. I guess Blanche found out we were going on a date?”

Remmy watched Bea head up to the lane and toss her ball, watching how she did it. They’d seen people throw them like on TV shows or movies, but it was a little different seeing it in person somehow. “Nice! That’s good, right? You got a lot of them!” They went to pick their ball up when Bea came over, leaning in. “What?” They looked around, eyes landing where she’d pointed. “Why-- what’re they doing here!?” They asked, raising their brows, concerned for a minute. “Do you think somethings wrong? Maybe they need something?”

“Are they? Is that them flirting?” Nell asked in a tone that seemed to make her query sound like the most important question in the universe, as if their existence hinged on it. But then Bea was looking in their general direction, quickly followed by Remmy, and Nell was again trying to tug Blanche down into the booth, effectively hiding. “Look out!” she hissed. Waiting at least a full minute, she popped only her eyes back over the edge of the booth, whispering to Blanche once more even though Bea and Remmy certainly wouldn't be able to hear them from this distance in the first place. “Do you think they saw us?”

Blanche squeaked as she was yanked down, before poking her head back up with Nell, trying to gauge if Bea and Remmy had made them. Made them - like they were on some super secret spy mission. Which they were. Bea and Remmy… were flirting? Were bowling? Weird. Really weird. Blanche leaned over to Nell. “I think they’re looking at us,” Blanche whispered back, frowning. “Like right now.” Blanche pulled up the collar of her coat and slid back down in her seat. “Hey, maybe if we just order food they won’t know it’s us!”

“I’m going to do something to freak them out,” Bea whispered to Remmy, before cupping their cheek softly. Leaning down a bit, she went slowly for them to stop her. “Seeing us kiss will freak them both out, I bet,” She whispered. Servers them both right for deciding to spy on them. Bea wasn’t even sure why they decided this was a good idea. It wasn’t exactly easy to act natural around a date when she knew her sister and her sister’s best friend were watching. Finally, Bea’s lips gently brushed against Remmy’s.

All Remmy had wanted was a nice, fun date. And to try bowling for the first time. And they were so close. Bea seemed to think Nell and Blanche were here to spy on them or something, but Remmy couldn’t think why they would do that. “Okay,” they said as Bea came over to them, her warm, warm hands on their cold cheeks. “Oh, yeah-- o-okay,” they stuttered out, feeling their face flush. They didn’t know what to do with their hands, they never knew what to do with their hands. They decided on just resting them on Bea’s shoulders. Her lips were warm, just like her hands. They wondered if everyone was going to feel this warm, or if it was just Bea. They heard an inhuman squeal from the booth Nell and Blanche were in. Looks like the trick worked.

Whether or not Bea and Remmy did see them, Nell’s nose wrinkled in initial disgust as the kiss unfolded. Well, there it went. Another friend of her’s possibly becoming infatuated with Bea. Was it too much to ask to not have her friends be interested in her sister? Why did everyone always need to latch onto Bea? “Let’s just go. They’re obviously having their grand romance unfold as we speak,” she said with an eyeroll, trying to hide the reasons for her bitter attitude. “Remmy and Bea can ‘bowl’ as much as they want to. I don’t need to be here for it.”

The noise Blanche made when Remmy and Bea kissed was practically inhuman, and caused another couple to stare over at the two. She knew that people never went bowling anymore. She glanced at Nell though, concerned about the sudden attitude shift. “I - Okay,” Blanche said, sticking her head back over to glance at Remmy and Bea. “We can just grab the to go containers,” Blanche said, carefully, knowing it was better to just leave and let Bea and Remmy continue doing... Whatever they were doing. “Fried cheese will help.” Blanche started sliding out of the booth. “C’mon, let’s go.”

Bea pulled away as she heard the squeal come from the booth that the two idiots were sitting in. She took a moment to glare at them as they seemed to scramble out of the booth. That’s what they got for being invasive. Vaguely, she knew that she had no room to talk since she was just as nosy as her sisters, but she had never shown up to a date to spy before! “Alright, well, they’re leaving now. Wanna keep bowling?” She asked brightly, with a grin.

#two pin split #chat log: remmy #chat log: nell #chat log: blanche

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nelllraiser · 4 years

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the ring-o was their name-o | remmy & nell

LOCATION: on their way home from smashing karkinoids. PARTIES: @whatsin-yourhead and @nelllraiser. SUMMARY: nell offers remmy a deal they can’t refuse a la godfather.

The single word that would sum Nell up after everything that had occured with the big papa lobster and Mister Eye was...exhausted. After her last spike of adrenaline had worn off as they got out of the ocean, she was ready to go home and sleep for hours. Still, she couldn’t deny that she’d reveled in a good fight. Finished with scooping a handful of the strange coins from the chest, she’d walked with Remmy away from the chest, the eye, and the beach. Hopefully she’d be able to unravel some of their mysteries when she had more of her magic readily available. The last thing she’d taken from the beach was a bit more of the lobster brains, just in case Remmy got peck-ish on the way home. “So-” she began nonchalantly. “You didn’t drop your knife again during the fight, right? Or in the ocean.” Nell didn’t have any particular desire to run into the tide in hot pursuit of any red-eyed zombie ever again.

Remmy felt a little dizzy, but after everything had started to heal back up, they didn’t feel any worse for the wear. They felt a little tingle in their arms, and somehow, their chest felt lighter. As if a weight had been lifted off it. For now. The slow trickling threat of their anger was still there, now just smeared across their knuckles as the only reminder left. They’d wiped some more of the guts off and used their now tarnished jacket as a towel for the rest, holding it out to Nell when they were done. “Oh, uh, no,” they said back, giving a little frown, “where um-- where did you even find it? I lost it awhile ago, I just assumed I’d never see it again.” They pulled said knife from their pocket, emblazoned with the army insignia on one side, their initials on the other. Darie had gotten it for them, when they’d been on their first leave from being posted overseas. They sighed with the memory, feeling that aching in their chest starting to come back. “And uh...sorry. About…” nodded back towards the beach. “But it uh-- it all worked out, right? I didn’t--” hurt anyone. The words left unspoken.

“Oh, thanks,” Nell said with a smile as she accepted the jacket. She was perhaps too drained to consider any possible magical cleaning at the moment. “I uhhhh-” How to broach this subject? “Well it actually kinda turns out- I’d met you even before the bracelet and Alain thing all happened. I didn’t know it was you, though. One time when you were zombie-d out. I’ve been looking for the zombie- er- you- ever since then.” She was glad to see they hadn’t lost the knife to the depths of the ocean, though. “Oh- don’t worry about it. If I was a zombie and I saw a giant eye...slop into the ocean, I’d probably try to run after it too. That’s like- probably a zombie dream or something.” But her grin grew wider as she didn’t hesitate to confirm. “The only thing you hurt were the karkinoids, Remmy. You were a goddamned superhero with your speed and strength!”

Remmy remembered those few days with a pang of guilt. They still weren’t sure what had happened during the black out, just like...just now, but that time was different. The last thing they’d seen was Blanche’s face, and then they woke up days later in alley covered in blood. “You saw me? I didn’t-- I didn’t like...hurt anyone that time, right?” They looked away. “That was um...I think the first time I’d really...lost control. I can’t remember anything.” They turned the knife over in their hands. “Oh, I-- I wouldn’t go that far. You like...summoned fire dogs! And, well-- I don’t remember much after that. I remember following you, though? And tunneling through that…” and glance over their shoulder, even though the beach was out of sight. “It felt kinda...nice.”

“No!” Nell said hurriedly, not wanting Remmy to worry. “I mean- you like decimated a Garkain. But it was super awesome! The thing didn’t stand a chance!” She could see that Remmy was still...acclimating to all this, and she tried her best to offer a moment of comfort. “But hey- now you know how to keep yourself from getting like that!” A small scoff filled the air, as if having super strength was not something to be underestimated. “I mean- I love my hellhounds but- like you could probably chuck a dumpster or something across a football field! That’s pretty damn cool.” But perhaps here was her in. “The...fighting? You know- that’s actually like- kinda the reason I was looking for the zombie that I didn’t know was you.”

“Garkain?” Remmy’s brow scrunched. “I don’t...know what that is.” It wasn’t important, though, because it wasn’t a person and that meant Remmy hadn’t hurt anyone because of their ignorance. It was like an entire sandbag was lifted from their shoulders in that moment. They let out a long sigh. “Yeah, yeah, I do. I’m trying my best.” They perked up a little. “You think so? A whole dumpster? Not that I would. That’s like...property damage or something, probably.” The next thing came as a bit of a surprise to Remmy. “What, really? Fighting? Why were you looking to fight a zombie?? Or, gerkin? Or….whatever it was called?”

“It’s like uhhh- a really big bat, kinda. A really big deadly bat that wants to eat people and other things. And you just totally went right in and completely made a meal of its brains. It was literally so cool.” Nell gave another encouraging smile in Remmy’s direction before saying, “Yeah! And you’re doing great!” The grin became perhaps the smallest bit more mischievous, as she pictured Remmy throwing a whole dumpster. “You know, we could try it. That’d be fun. We’ll just find like- some random dumpster no one cares about!” There was a slight hesitation as she tried to decide how best to put this, not wanting to mess up something that might actually be good for Remmy. “No, no! Well- kinda. I was looking to uh- capture the Garkain. I know I said I’m a bounty hunter but that’s not really...the bulk of my work. Also Blanche doesn’t know about this yet, so please don’t tell her. But here’s kind of like….an underground supernatural Fight Ring? I thought you’d be great in it. And if the beach felt good for you...imagine how good it could feel to do stuff like that all the time.”

“Woah, I…” Remmy had to pause a minute, take in what Nell was saying. “Wow.” was all they said. “You think so? I still feel sorta…” Angry? Upset? Confused? Remmy didn’t know the exact word, but what came out was, “uncomfortable.” But with what aspect, they weren’t sure. They let the thought peter off, though, enjoying the feel of the adrenaline rushing through them, and the stupid, dopey smile Nell had on her face that made Remmy smile, too. “I guess if no one got hurt, it could fun to try. I’d like to see like...how strong I could be, you know?” They paused again, stopped walking. Blinked. “Fighting ring?” Their immediate thought was that sounded dangerous. “Like...with people or more things like...the karkinoids? I- I don’t know if I’m really cut out to fight people. I’m-- but I mean…” they looked down at their hands. It had felt really good. To let go of everything and just let fists fly. And Remmy had been trained to fight. They flexed and unflexed their fingers. “What is it, exactly?”

Nell cocked her head to the side, not entirely certain what Remmy was getting at with their reaction. “Uncomfortable? Like- how so?” But her smile was quickly returning, glad to see that Remmy seemed to be enjoying this as well— at least on some level. “We’ll find a nice big open field! We can get tons of stuff to chuck around!” She tried her best to gauge their words, truly feeling that perhaps the Ring could help Remmy get a very good form of release. She still remembered how they’d talked about that anger inside them, and what better way to get it out than this? “There’s lots of things that fight there. Mostly supernatural, but some humans as well. I fight there, too! Not just work for them. I think you could be good at it. You’ve been great every time I’ve seen you so far.” Perhaps her and Remmy had a bit more in common than she’d originally thought, at least when it came to crushing things. “A lot of the time- it’s basically anything goes. There’s some different categories and things to fight in though, too. You can choose whatever you want to do. As for what you’re fighting, I only bring in the things that are causing too much trouble- things that deserve it.”

“It--” Remmy looked at Nell. “It’s nothing. Never mind.” Remmy nodded after a moment. “Yeah, okay! Sounds fun, actually. We used to line stuff up at camp and have shooting contests. It was fun.” They said, imitating holding up a rifle and taking a shot. “I was always pretty bad at it, but maybe I’ll be better at this.” It seemed like they could be, and the thought of actually being good at something made Remmy’s heart jump a little. They smiled. “You fight in it?” they asked, raising a brow. Well, if Nell did it, then it must be okay. Nell was a good person, and Remmy liked her a lot. Plus, Blanche trusted her. So, Remmy did as well. After a long moment, they nodded again. “I, uh-- I think I’d like to do it. It sounds…” they paused, looked down at their hands, “well, not fun, but maybe fun? It felt good doing that on the beach. It feels good, you know, knowing I’m good at something. But, um-- only monsters. I only wanna fight things like the karkinoids. If that’s okay?”

“That’ll be just like this! Except with more dumpsters and like- less guns. Though- if you want to bring a gun or something, that’s your prerogative.” But Remmy’s imitation brought a grin to Nell’s face, always feeling lighter by how pure they and their actions seemed. “And I have a feeling you’re going to be very good at dumpster throwing.” Then Nell was puffing out her chest in the slightest, a part of her glad that...she could finally have someone who knew about her and the Ring. Well- someone like Remmy. “Yeah! It’s super fun! I love it. A great way to just...feel alive, you know?” Like how she’d felt alive while fighting the karkinoid. “Really, though?” she asked, mildly surprised but also excited. “You want to try? It could be so fun! Maybe we could even fight together sometimes! We made a pretty kick-ass team on the beach, in my opinion. But for sure- only monsters,” she confirmed with a wave of her hand. “And you’re not just good, you’re great. Oh also-” How could she forget this part? “You get to keep your winnings- like if you win a fight. You get a cut of the money.”

“Oh, no,” Remmy said, shaking their head, “I don’t do guns anymore.” Not that they were entirely against guns, but they weren’t allowed to own one as a citizen, so it didn’t matter anyway. They looked over at Nell. The way she described fighting made Remmy feel warm. The things they’d felt weren’t weird or out of the ordinary. Someone else felt that way, too. And… “Feel alive…” they muttered. That was what they’d been chasing this whole time, wasn’t it? Wanting to feel alive. Not being able to be touched or hug someone or accept themself. It was because they didn’t feel alive anymore, whatever that truly meant. But this...this could be the solution to that. Remmy nodded. “I wanna try,” they confirmed again. “I’ve already got like...combat training and we had to do hand to hand stuff as well at boot camp, so I’m decent at it.” Not just good, but great. Nell’s words echoed in Remmy’s head again and they looked back down at their feet, smiling. “Money? Like, from bets?” The money was just a bonus, though it would be helpful. They hadn’t cashed their disability check since finding out they were undead, so that extra money could come in handy. Not that they needed the disability anymore. It almost felt like cheating the system. They stopped and turned to Nell. “Okay, yeah. Let’s do it. I’ll do it.”

“Oh,” Nell shrugged, not having realized that. “That’s cool, then. Just dumpsters.” But as Remmy looked at her...she couldn’t help but feel like they got it. They understood that need for the blood rushing through their veins, and the edge that fighting something brought. Her own smile grew a little softer, not entirely sure she’d ever seen that in someone before that wasn’t a Hunter. And even then— it was generally something that was trained. So it was nice that someone simply just understood. “For sure- you’ll be awesome, I already know. And we could also maybe work on your like- control over going Hulk and stuff, if you wanted to. That’d probably help in the Ring, too.” Remmy’s seemingly pleased reaction made her happy, though— happy that Remmy seemed happy. She still remembered...how it had been messaging her friend after everything with Alain, and the admission they’d made. “Yeah! Exactly! It’s a decent amount the more you fight, usually. Or the better the show you put on.” She couldn’t seem to stop grinning as she stuck out a hand to Remmy, as if meaning to have a handshake. “Let’s fucking do it.”

Shaking Nell’s hand felt good, in the moment. Remmy still couldn’t remember exactly what had happened on the beach, but they knew that, at some point, it had felt good. And if they could keep feeling good, then maybe things would start to get better. Maybe then they could really be good. They smiled, the thought settling in their stomach like a warm cup of tea. “Practice will probably be good,” they finally said, before they started walking again. They hooked their arm into Nell’s as they walked. “Also, um-- I don’t think I said it, but thanks for helping me out back there. Let me uh-- let me walk you home as a thanks?” They gave a shrug. “I’ll think of something better later. Promise.”

For a moment, Nell went in to change the handshake into a little die hug, a bit sheepish about it, but doing it nonetheless. A moment too late, she realized she’d only succeeded in globbing their mutual sliminess together, and pulled away with a bit of a chuckle. “Then we’ll practice,” she confirmed, eyes still proudly crinkled as a little glow settled into her heart, only bolstered by walking alongside Remmy arm in arm. “Thanks for helping me out, back there. And yeah- I think that’s a pretty good start. So chivalrous,” she teased as the last dregs of sunlight vanished below the horizon.

#chatzy #ch:Remmy #the ringo was their nameo #wickedswriting

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thornbolts · 4 years

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IRL AU; Remmy is walking into a saloon in the year 1885, and sits down at the bar stand. Looking to the person next to her, her eyes widen... It’s Annie Oakley, the newest star of Buffalo Bill’s Wild West show.

Send Me an AU, and I’ll give 5+ headcanons about it

This was an extremely fun one!

-Remington ‘Mad Anne’ Thornbolt was a bounty hunter and drifter in the 19th century Wild West, earning a name for herself after the Thornbolt Ranch was razed by outlaws by pursuing those responsible herself across the United States and meting out her own justice. She had a reputation as a reliable hired gun and was known for relentlessly pursuing any bounty across the territories of Arizona, New Mexico, and Utah just as she did those outlaws. Drawn in by the tale of the Gunfight at the O.K. Corral, she’s made the trip to Tombstone, Arizona.

-As the saloon doors throw open, Remington walks in and takes up a spot at the bar. Could it be? It was Little Sure Shot herself, Annie Oakley. Little Sure Shot was definitely shorter than Rem at a mere five foot even. Regardless of the height difference, Remington is instantly awe-struck and buys Oakley a drink.

-The two women become fast friends. Remington is the first to challenge Oakley to a shooting competition. Oakley accepts. The date is in a week, just behind the saloon itself. The weapons? Oakley’s pick for the first round: The Winchester 1873 lever action rifle, the very gun that won the West. Remington’s pick for the second is the Colt Single Action Army revolver, or perhaps better known as the Peacemaker, the official sidearm of the US Army.

-The day arrives. The competition is based off of both speed and accuracy. The targets? Bottles flung by the saloon bartender. As the countdown is called, eight bottles fly into the air, and a volley of shots follow from both competitor’s rifles. Oakley shatters five. Remington shatters four. Oakley’s win for the first round.

-The second round is underway. The targets are ten stationary bottles set up on the hitching post in a line. The countdown is called. Remington draws faster and fans the hammer. Oakley is slightly slower, but she does the same. Remington shatters six, all bullets hit. Oakley shatters four. Remington’s win for the second round.

-A third round starts to break the stalemate. By this point, the entirety of Tombstone is watching with anticipation. The final round consists of Remington with her Colt Single Action Army and Oakley with her 1873 Winchester rifle. The objective? Trickshot: ricochet a bullet off of a coin and strike a final bottle.

-Both competitors take ten steps away from another. The coin is to be flicked into the air at an equal distance between both Remington and Oakley. Bottles are positioned behind both shooters.

-The countdown is called. Oakley is the first to raise her rifle. She fires, and the bullet pings off of the Silver Dollar. The projectile ricochets off of the metal, shattering the glass behind her.

-Though the silver dollar’s trajectory is altered as it descends, Remington draws, cocking the hammer and aiming down the iron sights against the glare of the afternoon Sun. She fires. Her bullet whizzes through the air, bouncing off of the coin and shattering the bottle behind her before the coin hits the ground.

-Both women hit the coin and shattered the bottle. Folks who witnessed it often retold the shots as miracles. The third round is also a draw. Though Oakley was faster, Remington had to draw out of a holster rather than firing from a ready position from the shoulder.

-After the contest, Oakley recommends Remington to Buffalo Bill herself. The latter is hired. Remington accompanies Buffalo Bill’s Wild West Show across the globe, performing alongside Oakley as the ‘Gunslinger Sisters’ on tours across the United States, Great Britain, and Continental Europe.

Thank you for this one, @magistrixvoidchaser !

#remington thornbolt #magistrixvoidchaser #au #asks #answered

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remmysbounty · 3 years

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rough tide // joaquin torres x gn!reader

Yes! Remmy is expanding to TFATWS (atm it’ll just be Joaquin) but ENJOY!! And lmk if you want to be tagged in any other Joaquin fics I write

When you first walked into Joaquin’s life, everything was simple. Well as simple as it can be living in the same world as the Avengers, and for you as simple as it can be working in the same organization as them. And then the Blip came, the world became a lot smaller, but at least you and him were still standing.

And now the world was post-Blip, more people seemed to turn to violence, but at least he still had you and you him.

Only as he sat in the back of the ambulance, waiting for at least some sign from you that you’d gotten his message, he didn’t expect it to be you storming down the street, officers parting ways like the Red Sea as they saw you approach.

At first he thought you were angry with him, which he would have accepted but as you got closer and closer he realized what he believed to be an angry glint in your eye was in reality the shimmer of unshed tears.

“What the fuck Joaquin?”

He takes it back, you were definitely mad at him, but there was something more- something about the way you grabbed his face, your eyes searching- only for it to disappear, much like the tide.

“I’m okay,” his voice was so soft, so soothing in comparison to you, “mi vida, I’m okay.”

And there as the ambulance lights reflected off your eyes, filled with such feeling to see Joaquin in such a state, he realized that when he called you his moon he was wrong. You weren’t the moon, you were the ocean. With just one look, you dragged him in and with every little moment you pulled him deeper and deeper under the surface. But even when everything around you got stormy, you’d look at him and he’d look at you, and suddenly it would be calm.

You are his ocean, constantly calling for him. And him, he’s your moon, because only he could dredge up everything you felt to the surface and let it free.

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translations:

mi vida: my life (term of endearment)

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tags: @pascalpanic @cleversturmhond @booksmusicteaandanimals

#remmys bounty #remmys writings #joaquin torres #joaquin torres x reader #joaquin torres x gn!reader #joaquin torres imagine #joaquin torres x you #tfatws #tfatws imagine #marvel imagine

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remmysbounty · 3 years

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hi i dont know if you follow danny ramirez on instagram but his recent story...... shirtless pic.... i am thinking of reader oneshot of just stumbling upon torres taking pics like that i want to scream

For those of you wondering..... here’s the photo in question hehehe

Also let’s just say they are ✨roommates✨

“Do I really have to do this?” Joaquin pouted at you as you continued to download Tinder on his phone. After having spent the last night, complaining at your lack of dates you agreed to help the other set up Tinder accounts. Only after setting up Joaquin’s you wondered if it would have been better if you’d just told him how you felt, even if it would have been under the influence of a couple of drinks.

You rolled your eyes, “We both agreed to do this for each other... so stop acting like a baby and choose some pictures.”

All you got in response was a pillow to your face, which you swiftly stopped by closing the door.

A half hour passed as you waited for Joaquin to show you his finished profile, so without even a knock on his door you walked in to find him taking what seemed one of several shirtless mirror pics.

You wanted to react, do something, but instead you just stood there at Joaquin’s doorway, staring. He caught your reflection in the mirror, your hungry look clear as day and from the way he smirked you knew you’d been caught.

“So...” the two of you chuckled at your reaction at walking in on Joaquin, “I take it your profile still isn’t ready.”

Joaquin held his phone out for you to grab as you slowly approached him, “What about your profile? I thought you were gonna show it to me,” and his pout from earlier returned.

“Well I never asked you for your help in building my profile, so the only way you’ll see it is if you happen to stumble upon it.”

Joaquin laughed at your comment, but you knew from the way his eyes flickered to your own phone you knew he was curious.

That night though as you swiped through Tinder you took the chance to savor the pictures that Joaquin chose, especially the one you’d walked in on, and on a whim decided to swipe right. But as you settled down in bed and tucked your phone away you missed your most recent notification from Tinder: 1 new match.

Because it turns out Joaquin decided to do the exact same thing as you. After all it’s not like the other person would know you swiped right unless you matched.

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Joaquin Torres: @pascalpanic @cleversturmhond @booksmusicteaandanimals @cooluncleboba @autumnleaves1991-reads @marvelouss-marvel @mischiefmanaged71 @the-and-sign-anon @barzal-burakovsky @young-romanoff

#remmys bounty #remmys writings #remmys requests #joaquin torres request #joaquin torres x you #joaquin torres imagine #joaquin torres x gn!reader #joaquin torres x reader #joaquin torres

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remmysbounty · 3 years

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prompt 6 & trope 1 with din? thanks so much love!!

“Marry me.” “What?” + best friends to lovers

hehehehe you’ve definitely peeked my interest with this one boo.... I hope you like it 💛

also thank you to the wonderful Mar @cleversturmhond for basically becoming my beta reader all bc I couldn’t figure out a word and then just sent you the fic as I wrote it!! I LOVE YOU!

darasuum // din djarin x gn!reader

Ethereal.

That’s how Din would describe you if anyone asked him. You were ethereal. Eternally ethereal.

He loves you, genuinely loves you, and it terrifies him more than anything but he still accepts it.

And now you’re staring at him, eyes wide with shock, hands practically trembling, and he wonders how badly he missed everything up.

All because for once his mouth worked faster than his brain and the second he saw you blessed by the morning light and he muttered two words that you heard as clear as day, “Marry me.”

The morning light was gone now, instead the only thing lighting the ever growing distance between the two of you were the flickering lights of the hull.

Din wasn’t sure what to do. He considered taking those words back, even though he knew that would mean nothing now, or leaving the room and reverting back to the time when the two of you were merely strangers sharing a space. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t hurt you by saying that he hadn’t meant them and he couldn’t hurt himself by pretending that he was okay no longer having you in his life.

His fingers fidgeted. Your mouth closed, you cleared your throat and Din waited. For what, he wasn’t sure, rejection he thought. Only that wasn’t what he received in return. All he got was one word, a question, “What?”

He looked at you. Really looked at you. You were confused, no other emotion seemed to fill you.

You made the first step to close the distance. Then another, and then another. Three steps.

His hands reached out for you, it was an automatic reaction at this point, and you responded in kind, grabbing his hands and bringing yourself as close to him as you could.

It was silent, but comforting. You both needed it, but you also needed an answer.

“Din?” It was soft yet pointed. You weren’t going to push but you reminded him that you were still there, waiting.

He brought you down so that you were seated on one of the few chairs in the hull and then kneeled in front of you.

“Cyare,” his hands grabbed yours, his helmet clearly staring straight at them instead of up at you. Your interlaced hands were his lifeline.

“Din, you don’t have to-“ he shook his head, “I want to.”

You heard a deep breath come through the helmet, and then ever so slowly his visor peered up at you and you knew he was looking at your eyes just as you knew that you were somehow looking directly at his.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum,” his words were clear, crisp almost. He wanted you to hear this. “You are my everything. I never thought that I’d find someone who I could even consider to be my riduur, but I met you.”

“Din,” your voice wavered and your eyes were overwhelmed with tears, but you let him continue.

“We don’t have to marry now cyare,” his voice was softer now, trembling, “but I want to be able to marry you one day, call you my riduur, show myself to you.” He started to crack now as well.

You wanted to ask him if he was serious, but asking that would mean that you didn’t really now Din because he wouldn’t have said anything unless he truly meant it. And you knew Din, maybe even better than you knew yourself.

So you did the one thing you knew that Din would understand, you leaned forward and rested your forehead against Din’s helmet, and stayed there.

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translations:

darasuum: forever

cyare: beloved

Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum: I love you

riduur: spouse/partner/husband/wife

——

Tin Man: @captn-andor @thewayofthemandalorian @magpie-to-the-morning @magicrowiswritingstuff @booksmusicteaandanimals @dinthisisthe-wayson @littlemisspascal @din-damn-djarin @cleversturmhond @dincrypt @ohwaitimthewriter @poestardust @dindjarindiaries @dindja @dindjarinsghost @reluctant-mandalore @pascalpanic @princessxkenobi @smoldjarin @spideysimpossiblegirl

#remmys bounty #remmys writings #remmys requests #din djarin x reader #din djarin #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin imagine #the mandalorian imagine #din djarin x you #the mandalorian x you #din djarin x gn!reader #the mandalorian x gn!reader

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remmysbounty · 3 years

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Hi!! I saw you are taking requests? Could you do reader is soulmates with Din? It can be in any way you choose!

hi boo!! yes I am! sorry this took so long I was trying to come up with which soulmate trope I wanted to use... anyway, I hope you like this :)

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red lines // din djarin x gn!reader

Din had always heard about soulmates, how everyone’s soulmate was that missing piece that they carried around with them until they were made whole. But after accepting his creed as his way of life and becoming the lone bounty hunter for his people, Din figured that his soulmate wasn’t another Mandalorian and resigned himself to a life of loneliness- not that he minded to badly.

Then he met the child, and slowly started to let himself open up to the idea that maybe he wasn’t so alone after all. But he still figured that he was one of those people who didn’t have a soulmate.

And then you stumbled into his life- quite literally to be honest. Your arms were full of bags and items you were carrying you couldn’t even see two feet in front of you so not only did you miss the rather hulking Mandalorian but also the small child walking alongside him. The first thing Din noticed when he finally got a good look at you was how you didn’t seem to have any anger. Your eyes carried this soft kindness to them, with also a hint of regret for having almost tripped the child. And as your eyes somehow met his through the visor, he wondered how it was that you were able to find them on the first try- and seem to know it.

Din had felt bad, seeing you struggle with everything so he offered to help you with them while you in return offered the two of them food- making a note to specify that Din could eat in a separate room or that you could pack it to go.

You seemed to know every little thought and retort that was running through his head, and for once he wasn’t annoyed, instead he was content.

He’d only just met you, and yet the image of you playing with the child as you made a meal for the three of them was something that he wished to see every day.

And then he saw your books- actual books not the holopads everyone used nowadays- and couldn’t help but skim his fingers over them softly as a part of him continued to watch you with the child. Of course his curiousity got the best of him, and soon the best bounty hunter was surprised by you.

Neither of you missed the way he jumped slightly out of his armor, but you figured for his own self esteem it would be better not to mention it.

“That one is on soulmates,” you whispered when you realized that Din’s fingers had stalled over one of the spines.

Din tilted his helmet at you, so you continued, “It tells about the different types of soulmates out there, or at least the different types that used to be out there. After the war, it seems as though some people either started to ignore their soulmate marking or had to move on from having lost their soulmate.”

“There are different markings?”

Din hadn’t learned a lot about the history of soulmates when he was younger, only fully understanding that his parents were connected by a red string and as such Din was also connected to someone with a red string.

You stepped closer to the bounty hunter, bringing your hand up to hover over the one that was still resting on the book, “Yes, some people have times and dates, others have their soulmate’s first words to them, and some people,” your eyes seemed to shift down to your own hand, “have a red string.”

“You also have a red string,” with the way your eyes widened, Din worried that he had messed something up. He shouldn’t have revealed that information... then your hand started to curl around his.

“Could I?”

Din’s whole body started to tremble as he turned to finally face you before letting you pull his glove off. You were also trembling, he noticed, and yet you seemed to treat the item of clothing with a certain tenderness to it before you finally got a good look at his hand. Your fingers met his before they started to interlace themselves with his. They felt like two magnets finally coming together, the need to be touching overriding every other feeling and sensation.

You were his soulmate.

Then he started to feel something else, something nuzzling against his neck softly, a pair of hands digging further into his chest. And slowly he was no longer standing in the middle of your house holding your hand, but lying in his bed in the Razor Crest with you in his arms.

From the way you brought yourself closer and closer, he knew you’d just woken up and yet no matter how hard you tried, you wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep.

He was grateful for the fact that now there was no helmet restricting his view of you. Your soft lips leading up to your even softer eyes that looked over his own features even as you realized that he had woken up.

“Good morning,” his voice was rough with sleep and yet tender.

You brought your face closer to his, using those soft lips to kiss his jawline first, “good morning my husband,” you always did love greeting him with those words. As your lips traced his features, you asked Din about his dream, fascinated about the fact that he had a smile on his face when you’d woken up.

“I was dreaming about you,” his hands cupped your face, pulling you in such a way that soon his forehead rested against yours.

You giggle softly, “No you weren’t.”

But then you looked at his eyes once again and realized that Din in fact had dreamed about you, “It was about the day we met,” his voice stayed in a whisper, “I think it’s one of my favorite memories ever.”

“One of? What are the other ones?”

That tenderness that Din seemed to have only for you returned, “Marrying you,” his hands started to trace your body, “Building a life with you.”

“Those are my favorite memories too,” you whispered softly in return.

Your hands eventually found one another, interlacing themselves with a comfortable air about them, and stayed that way.

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Tin Man: @captn-andor @thewayofthemandalorian @magpie-to-the-morning @magicrowiswritingstuff @booksmusicteaandanimals @dinthisisthe-wayson @littlemisspascal @din-damn-djarin @elysiansith @dincrypt @ohwaitimthewriter @poestardust @dindjarindiaries @dindja @dindjarinsghost @reluctant-mandalore @pascalpanic @princessxkenobi @smoldjarin @spideysimpossiblegirl

#remmys bounty #remmys writings #din djarin x reader #din djarin #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin imagine #the mandalorian imagine #din djarin x you #the mandalorian x you #din djarin soulmate Au #the mandalorian soulmate Au

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remmysbounty · 3 years

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Could I request a reader x Torres where you are giving birth and at the last minute the doctors realize there’s something wrong and you have to have an emergency c-section. Torres isn’t allowed in the room and he begins to panic, but when the baby is finally born and he holds him/her, it’s love at first sight?

hi boo! I’m gonna try my hardest with this one, even though I don’t know much about pregnancy, but I hope it’s what you were thinking of 💛 and yes this will be an afab!reader fic

tw: pregnancy, problems during birth

He looked over at your sleeping body, the constant beeping of the heart monitor providing him with a comfort he didn’t realize he needed.

You had started to feel bad since the early morning so when you asked Joaquin to take you to the hospital he did exactly that, and then they said that you were in labor. At first he was so happy, the thought of seeing your child for the first time filling his body with an anticipation he’d never felt before.

And then you started to get weaker and weaker. You were reaching for him, only able to whimper as they pulled him out of the room while they started performing the c-section on you. After that, everything was a blur.

He knows a nurse came and spoke with him, promised that he’d be able to see you the second it was complete and that currently you weren’t feeling any pain. He knows he must have called Sam and Bucky then, since the two have now set up camp in the waiting room.

“Mr. Torres?”

He looked up, the nurse who had helped him was once again at the door of your room, but this time they aren’t alone, instead Joaquin’s bundle of joy is resting in their arms.

“Your baby is still somewhat awake,” the nurse came closer and that’s when he saw how she was still fumbling about. “Why don’t you carry her for a bit? It’d be good for her to meet her father.”

Joaquin hesitated. Yes, he’d read all the parenting books he could find, asked his parents for all the advice they could give, but none of that is like actually carrying your child for the first time.

The nurse stepped forward, “It would do you both some good,” they smiled softly, “and don’t worry I’ll make sure you’re holding her correctly.”

Joaquin nodded and as the nurse handed her over it was as though time stopped. Her little eyes, that reminded him so much of yours, were peering up at him with intense curiosity.

“Hola chiquitin,” he whispered as silently as he could, “yo soy tu papá.”

She continued to wiggle around a bit until she seemed to find the perfect spot against his chest. Her head resting right where his heart was, he realized.

The nurse had stayed to check on you, but even they could not hold back their admiration for the clear and open love that Joaquin had for the both of you. Even as he whispered soft lullabies in his native tongue, his attention seemingly all on his little girl, he still focused on you in the back of his mind. His body still facing yours, as he slowly rocked your daughter to sleep, allowing you to get a glimpse of her when you woke up.

“Te quiero mucho chiquitin,” his eyes continually roaming over her face to see which features he could point out to you, “y tú mamá también.”

Eventually he found himself seated on one of those rickety hospital chairs, carrying his daughter in one arm and holding on to you with the other. So exhausted from the days events he felt his eyes drift to a close until he heard your voice, it was hoarse but it was your voice.

“Joaquin?” His eyes shot open and his smile grew as he finally got to see you looking at him with a somewhat tired smile on your face.

He squeezed your hand, “Hola mi amor, cómo te sientes?”

You merely nodded your head as your eyes drifted from Joaquin’s face to the bundle in his arms, “Is that-“

Joaquin stood up slowly so as to not wake your daughter, and settled in next to you on the bed, “Mira, she has your eyes.”

He looked down to see tears of happiness running down your eyes and then your daughter’s eyes opened slowly, as if she knew her mother was watching her. Joaquin looked at you, “Why don’t you carry her for a bit, mi amor? I’m sure she’d love to meet her mamá.”

You could only nod your head, tears still escaping your eyes, as Joaquin helped settle your daughter into your arms. Joaquin wanted to keep the moment in front of him stored away in his memory for the rest of his life. Just you and his daughter, the two loves of his life, forever in his memory.

“Ustedes dos son mi vida,” he whispered softly.

Joaquin wasn’t sure if you’d heard him, already to entranced by your daughter looking up at you, but it wasn’t that importance that you heard him just then- after all he’ll be repeating those words for the rest of his life.

Not wanting to leave you but also knowing that he had two superheroes patiently, or maybe not so patiently, waiting for news, he quietly stepped out of the room, hoping that just with the smile on his face Bucky and Sam would understand that everything was okay.

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translations:

hola chiquitin, yo soy tu papá: hi my little one, I’m your dad.

te quiero mucho chiquitin, y tú mamá también: I love you so much little one, and so does your mom

hola mi amor, cómo te sientes?: hello my love, how are you feeling?

mira: look

ustedes dos son mi vida: you two are my life

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Joaquin Torres: @pascalpanic @cleversturmhond @booksmusicteaandanimals @cooluncleboba @autumnleaves1991-reads @marvelouss-marvel @mischiefmanaged71 @the-and-sign-anon @barzal-burakovsky

#remmys bounty #remmys writings #remmys requests #joaquin torres request #joaquin torres x you #joaquin torres imagine #joaquin torres x afab!reader #joaquin torres x reader #joaquin torres x pregnant!reader #joaquin torres #tw pregnancy #tw birth complications

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remmysbounty · 3 years

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hey remmy!! If you are taking any more requests, could I request a fic based on the selfie Danny added to his story? just something fluffy for this Sunday lol ✨✨

✨ nonnie omg if we are talking about the one you sent me…. That jaw line is divineeeeee… and I just finished writing it and it came out more hot than I expected definitely a lot of 🥵🥵 vibes going here

For those of you who don’t follow Danny Ramirez on insta here’s the selfie

Fic below! ENJOY

Your eyes watching him hungrily as he took a selfie for his Instagram. It wasn’t his intention to bring attention to his jawline but as you waited for him to finish the story, your fingers continued to inch their way closer and closer.

And he knew. He knew the impact he had on you. The need and want that grew especially when he took selfies like that. The way your lips begged to be in contact with that sharp line, kissing and nibbling for as long as your heart desired.

Yet there you were so infatuated with him, that you didn’t pay attention to the way his arm moved, circling your waist as he rolled to face you. Only for you to find yourself laying on top of him, the soft soundless laughter that made his chest shake with giddiness bringing your attention from that jaw of his to his lips.

“Joaco!” You exclaimed after your landing. Giggling alongside his laughter, “what did you do that for?”

He just shook his head and continued to laugh. The hat that he wore, moving into its usual position until you thought that maybe you’d mess with him too.

You smiled softly at your man, running your fingers up and down his shoulders and upper chest, pouting as you spoke, “Kiss?”

He nodded, the vibrations of his chest coming to a stop as he brought his head up to meet yours. It was a simple kiss, but just enough of a distraction that he didn’t feel the disappearance of his hat until he found it resting on your head as you peered down at him.

“You little thief,” he laughed softly, “you just wanted my hat.”

You winked at him as you laughed at your prank, and then brought the front of the hat down, mimicking the pose he had made when he took the picture.

“Don’t I look good babe?”

His eyes were on you. Just the way yours were when he took the picture, “You look good in everything babe,” he pushed himself up so that the two of you were chest to chest and nipped at your neck softly before whispering in your ear, “but you look especially good in my hat.”

Your eyes remained on him, with that same hungry look in them, “Don’t you know babe, it’s our hat now.”

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Joaquin Torres: @pascalpanic @letoatreiides @booksmusicteaandanimals @cooluncleboba @autumnleaves1991-reads @marvelouss-marvel @mischiefmanaged71 @the-and-sign-anon @Barzal-Burakovsky @young-romanoff @xoxabs88xox @xbuchananbarnes

#remmys bounty #remmys writings #remmys requests #joaquin torres #joaquin torres x reader #joaquin torres request #joaquin torres x you #joaquin torres imagine #joaquin torres x gn!reader

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remmysbounty · 3 years

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thots you say? even tho we all know that Torres is a sweetheart imagine him being all angry because a mission didn't go well and he needed a way to release his anger(with consent) so he has an intense quickie with you

okay just warning you, I’ve never written smut before but I’m willing to try for you nonnie... and before I begin I just want to note CONSENT MATTERS!! And I mean open and confident consent, and also I’m still gonna keep this gn...... onto the story

So I’m not sure everyone would label this as smut but just to play it safe MINORS STAY AWAY

You could feel him everywhere. His lips skimmed the edges of your skin, his hands roaming over everything they could reach, grabbing, moving, coloring your body with marks, his words filled your very being. They were the only thing that ran through your mind, te necesito or no me dejes or no me sueltes.

When he couldn’t speak, all you’d hear were your deep and heavy breaths mingling.

The tension continued to grow, his movements just getting rougher and rougher, and yet underneath all of that, he’d cup your face, make you look him in the eye, “We can stop if you want to.”

You shook your head each time and just brought him into a kiss that was more teeth then lip. He pulled you in and you did the same. Just pulling and pulling until you felt the tension snap.

He was slower now, softer. His fingers ran over every section of skin his hands had grasped, drawing circles every time you hissed and whimpered. His lips pressing themselves to every mark his fingers didn’t reach. And his eyes, those eyes that pulled you into him the second he stomped off the plane, those same eyes checked over every inch of you.

His voice whispered his thanks to you, of how later he’d worship you properly, he’d knell in front of you and show you his thanks for letting him just pull you into the storage closet, throw you against the door and let him have his way.

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you?”

Much like earlier you shook your head, and brought his lips to yours, only this time it was all lips and no teeth. All love, no lust.

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translations:

te necesito: I need you

no me dejes: don’t leave me

no me sueltes: don’t let go of me

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Joaquin Torres: @pascalpanic @cleversturmhond @booksmusicteaandanimals @cooluncleboba @autumnleaves1991-reads @marvelouss-marvel @mischiefmanaged71 @the-and-sign-anon

#remmys bounty #remmys writings #remmys requests #remmys first smut... well sort of #joaquin torres request #joaquin torres x you #joaquin torres imagine #joaquin torres x gn!reader #joaquin torres x reader #joaquin torres

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remmysbounty · 3 years

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hii!!! first of all i love your writings, they're so good and wholesome. thank you sm for those🥺 and uhm can i request a torres fic where he is being clingy and needy bc he got baby fever? pwease🥺

omg boo thank you sm 🥺🥺🥺🥺 yes I can definitely do a needy Joaquin. Just want to note I’ll be including this as part of my “ocean” universe but this will be with a gn!reader in comparison to the other baby-related ones.

also this might have become more hot than you were expecting nonnie... as was i but when I start writing something I let my mind just run with it..

so just to be safe, bc of how it turned out, I’m labeling this one 18+ so stay away minors please

“Amor,” Joaquin practically purred in your ear as his arms began to trail up and down your body, his fingers tracing over your face, pressing down on your lips as your eyes fluttered open to see him looking down at you with the needy look you’d gotten used to seeing on him recently.

The neediness only seemed to grow as your eyes met his, “Good morning,” you whispered softly.

“Hola, mi amor,” his lips trailed down your face, even biting your ear playfully as you tried to get out of bed.

“No,” Joaquin growled as he pulled you back into his chest, “Stay with me, please.”

Those needy eyes pulled you in as you looked back at them. They were calling you in, bringing your own need for Joaquin up to the surface, but somehow you had the strength to swallow it down, even as your body and mind crashed against one another.

“Amor,” you cooed softly, your fingers running through Joaquin’s rather messy morning hair, “I have to get ready for the day.”

Then he pouted in response, and you found yourself having to divert your eyes before your body would win in its battle against your mind. But nonetheless, his own yearning caused yours to grow and you let yourself drown in it, bringing Joaquin with you into the shower.

Under the hot water, you gave Joaquin complete access to you just as he did for you. Soon your bodies were burning, and it wasn’t because of the water that was currently hitting his back but because of the pull growing between the two of you.

His hands searched for any piece of you they could just hold while his lips slowly traced the outline of your face and neck. And when his lips weren’t in contact with your skin, they whispered words on your skin, dreams of having a family with you, raising a child together.

You nodded. For every word he etched on your skin, your mind screamed its response, but your lips produced no words. Not because you didn’t want to tell him, but because when you were consumed by Joaquin, you could produce no word other than his name.

The water cooled, and yet the tension continued to grow. Pulling and pushing, you brought Joaquin to the cliff’s edge just as he did the same to you.

His arms pulled you into him as he wrapped you in the soft cotton towel. Softly and slowly, he dried every inch of you, letting you take a breath, before you did the same for him. And yet even as the two of you got dressed, his hands found a way to keep any contact with your body and when you were just a step too far away, his eyes kept watch instead.

“Tu sabes que te amo,” those needy yet soft eyes so full of adoration and love watching your every move, “sí?”

You looked back at him, hoping that your eyes carried that same love and adoration that you had for him, “Of course I do,” slowly making your way over to him, as you grabbed his hand and kissed his knuckles, “I hope you know I love you too.”

He nodded, his eyes focused in on your lips as they continued to show their love on Joaquin’s hand before moving to his other hand, “Yo se.”

Even as he followed you into the kitchen, Joaquin didn’t try to hide his neediness to hold you. Your own need for him was now tamed but you found no need to stop Joaquin.

“Creas que yo sería un buen papá?” The question wasn’t coming from a place of fishing for compliments but from genuine doubts that you knew lived in the depths of Joaquin’s heart. He loved, loved so much, and yet there were still times where he wondered if it was enough, if he was enough.

You turned around and softly cupped Joaquin’s face, making sure that you could look him straight in his eyes, “Tu serías el mejor papá de todo el mundo. No hay nadie más con quien quisiera construir una familia.”

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translations:

tu sabes que te amo, sí?: you know that I love you, right?

yo se: I know

Creas que yo sería un buen papá?: do you think I’d be a good dad?

Tu serías el mejor papá de todo el mundo. No hay nadie más con quien quisiera construir una familia: you would be the best dad in the whole world. There is no one else I’d want to build a family with

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#remmys bounty #remmys writings #remmys requests #joaquin torres request #joaquin torres x you #joaquin torres imagine #joaquin torres x gn!reader #joaquin torres x reader #joaquin torres

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