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the-eldritch-it-gay · 9 days

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15 Lines of Dialogue Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

I was tagged by @omgkalyppso tysm!! I'm low spoons so I won't tag anyone directly and its hard keeping track of which of my friends is writing stuff ;;

Majexatli

I grabbed these from a bunch of different places, including some WIPs. But published fics included can be found x x x x

“It’s alright,” Majexatli said, even as the tension didn’t leave them, “My reflex would be to wildshape, not attack,”

“Apologies, I just…needed to get away,” Majexatli said, leaning back on their hands with a sigh, now stripped down to their breeches and laced tunic, rumpled and stained with blood, “I’m not used to… this. People. Before the Nautiloid I would go weeks without seeing other people, now there’s countless every day.”

“Sorry, it’s been a long day, I’m a little… out of it,” They smiled politely, forcing their shoulders to relax as much as they could.

“Having a title you feel you aren’t living up to? Does it hurt?”

“He’s married now. Has children, even. A beautiful family, I’m sure. Makes sense, it’s been 20 years. I haven’t been back since. Word is he’ll make archdruid one day, his friends are highly respected as well, always have been,”

“I don’t care for the title,” Majexatli said, then added, almost inaudible, “Not this time,”

“I told you not to do that, Althyran,”

“Speak of my people like that again and see what happens,”

“I’m not cursed. I chose to be this way. I chose Malar,”

“If you wished that a druid and faithwarden was standing before you, then I apologize, but Silvanus and his balance killed that person without second thought. If you don’t care about that young druid named Faithwarden who died alone, then I suppose it’s fitting you serve Silvanus.”

“I did this selfishly. I didn’t protect anyone. I became this to survive.”

“It’s fine, I’m just tired and not well. I’ll be better tomorrow, if Silvanus wills,” The Oak Father’s name felt bitter on their tongue.

“Perhaps you just haven’t been around enough tieflings,” Majexatli’s voice was calm, tinged with a politeness that seemed at odds with their body language.

“I don’t have another life, just this one, where I met you,”

I can hear the blood in your veins. I hunger to tear open your flesh and devour you. The desire consumes my mind. I will hurt you. It is only a matter of time.

Abjid

It's been a while since I talked about them but they hold a place in my heart. Abjid has a few iterations, most of these are their Dragon Age version, just because I've written the most about that version. Another mix of unpublished and published things, I would give links but I grabbed most of these from my gdrive, with the exception of the d&d abjid piece which accounts for 9-12 which is here

“Apologies, most animals don’t take kindly to my presence,” They said, not looking up from the fire. He recognized their accent as being faintly Orlesian.

“I don’t believe in neutrality,” They said eventually, “You have a blade in your hand, I am giving you a whetstone. Now you are faced with the option to sharpen it or not. I’m not here to coax the blade from your hand, nor coax you to use it. Perhaps I enable you, perhaps not. Perhaps I’m here simply to stoke the flames of your self-torment and draw out your hesitation and conflicted feelings. Perhaps, though, I’m just bored. I’ve done my part though, now it’s in your hands.”

“I doubt it. One really knows me. You know scary stories and rumors, you think what stands before is the amalgamation of all the half-remembered ghost stories and rumors whispered fearfully by people whose voice shakes the same way it does when they stutter prayers to their god in the vain belief it will wash the blood from their hands. And perhaps that is all I am, perhaps I don’t deserve a proper name if my existence is but a noun too vague and blurred at the edges to be proper,”

“Try not to move, by the way, or exert yourself overmuch. Or panic. You know, all the standard things, you know the drill. I’m sure Anders’ would hate it if I let someone like you die in his clinic. But as always, the Creators and fate like to test me…”

“Mm, well, you know, generally one wants assassinations to be quiet. Rather hard to do if the victim is panicking and shouting as they succumb to poison. Have to choose the right poison, no one likes when things get messy and you have to dirty your own clothes and blade, or at least in Orlais. Shame really, Kirkwall does tend to lack the same... theatrical element to its politics, makes it all quite boring if you were to ask me,”

“So wanting just revenge is a trait of demons now? I really must have been away for a long time then, glad I left the Chantry a lifetime ago,”

“That’s the problem with the Chantry’s dichotomy of demons and spirits. Nothing’s as clear-cut as that. Demons, Spirits, whatever lives in the Fade, they all are just as diverse as people. There are good people, there are bad people, but most people are some mix of the two. Demons can be good, spirits can be evil, most are far more complex. My husband’s far more versed in the theology of it.”

"There aren’t many job opportunities for abominations, you know. It was this or becoming a politician, and I’ve never been fond of human politics."

“I woke up with a lot of things, so I mean, why not? Being possessed was the least of my concerns then, hardly even noticed it. When I did later, I…,” They laughed again, pain creeping through the cracks, “I figured with everything else that happened, this might as well happen too.”

“I tried-– I tried a lot of things, for a lot of years, but… nothing ever stuck. I tried so hard for years. And I don’t have the energy to fight back anymore. No matter what happens, no matter what I do or what I want, I will always end up killing someone and so it’s best just to… not care.”

“Does it matter what I want? Do you ask a blade what it wants? Should I keep building a sandcastle of hope right as the high tide rolls in? No matter what I build or don’t, it doesn’t stop the tide. I can’t control the ocean, I’m just a body washed up on shore. Should I rage against the waves and try to change the sea? What will that change? All I can do is build those sandcastles between the tides. You don’t have to agree or like me Keane, it’s best if you don’t. But I’m tired. Whether you direct your ire at the builder or the tide, the blade or the wielder, it doesn’t matter to me.”

“I’m tired, Keane. What I want doesn’t matter, it didn’t even matter when I was alive.”

#eldritch it speaks #I forgot how verbose Abjid is. Majexatli doesn't often speak long paragraphs but Abjid. good lord

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aylish91 · 6 months

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I really like Sea of Hope so far! Fics with a skeleton mc aren't too common from what I've seen.

First time asking this sort of thing but I saw you were taking writing requests, so I thought it couldn't hurt to ask lol.

Any chance you could write a Piratetale Fell!Papyrus meeting a female reader, preferably she's human and doesn't have experience traveling the sea even though she's always wanted too? You can make him as tsundere as you want.

Love your work, keep it up! :D

Hehe. Pirate Fell Paps... ao3 link in title.

TW: *very brief* physical violence and attempted manipulation from supposed partner (Not Paps!)

I Will Sail!!!

You had made it. You reached the Crow’s Nest tavern before the search party could catch up to you, finding yourself walking toward a rather tall Monster lounging off in the back corner. Your chest was ablaze. Finally, after all this time of longing! And yet, you prayed you had made the right decision.

There was no going back.

You ignored the calls and looks sent your way as you made your way through the tables, hoping beyond hope this was the man you were looking for. Then, once there, you gave a shaky bow of your head. There was no time for pleasantries.

“Apologies for interrupting your evening Sir, but do I have the honor of addressing the master of the Burning Rose?”

Red glowing orbs looked up from beneath an intricate tricorn hat. Though the man in front of you was mostly obscured by darkness, his fine dress and stature led you to believe he was indeed the one you were looking for. Steeling yourself, you pressed on to meet the gaze. The orbs obscured and dimmed as if squinting before shifting up, head tilting back enough to reveal the face they belonged to.

A wave of relief overtook you.

A lithe skull greeted you with that of a sharp-toothed scowl. You had been right in your assumption. He was, in fact, the captain of the Burning Rose. Papyrus R.T. Ghaster, a skeleton Monster intimidating and strong enough to navigate the mostly human merchant trade within the Ebottion Sea. Or at least, what little information your father had on the newcomer surmised. A merchant willing to travel great distances to retrieve that which any desired. The only man you had heard of that actively employed women.

Someone who could grant you a way to the seas…

Fiddling with the sleeves of your dress, you did your best to tune out the noise and rowdy nature of such a tavern after dark. Waiting.

The captain stirred from his relaxed lounge, taking a drink from his tankard before cocking his head to the side. “PERHAPS. THAT IS THE NAME OF ME SHIP.”

You took a deep breath and nodded. You had to hurry. You reckoned there wasn’t much time left.

“Very good. My name is Y/N, L/N. I am aware that you have women in your employ. As it is, I would like to request—”

“NO.”

You were a bit taken aback. He hadn’t let you finish. “But Sir, you haven’t—”

“I DON’T NEED TO HEAR TO KNOW WHAT IT IS YOU WISH, LASS. THE ANSWER IS STILL NO.” He looked away from you, uninterested as he took another draught from his drink. There were chuckles from a few others at tables close enough to hear.

You bristled. “But why!? I assure you, Sir, that despite my disposition, I would work just as hard as any man and am more than willing to learn how to do anything you might need of me.”

There was a scoff. “THAT WOULD MAKE NO DIFFERENCE. YOU WOULDN’T MAKE IT PASSED A WEEK, THAT I ASSURE YOU. YOU ARE TOO SOFT FOR WHAT WE DO. YOU KNOW NOTHING OF THE GOINGS ON OF A PROPER SHIP, LET ALONE MINE.”

He was looking down on you, you could tell. Just like all the others. You couldn’t let that sway you. You could prove your worth. You just needed to convince him of that. You stepped back into his line of sight, letting all your pent-up anger from the unfairness of it all show.

You were determined.

“I can do it! I will do it! Even if I am placed as nothing more than a cabin boy, I would make it my undying goal to prove you wrong. I wish to sail captain. The sea calls to me! Surely you can at least understand that. Please, I am running out of time…”

A lot of the voices had quieted at your rant, mumbled words you couldn’t hear rumbling around you. The captain, to his credit, kept his cool. The only thing letting you know that he was even contemplating your word was the brightening of his eyelights as he stared seemingly through you.

Just as he finally leaned forward to say something, however, the door to the tavern burst open with an assortment of guards and young nobles. To your horror, you recognized most of them, your fiancé the one taking the lead.

He was quick to spot you, moving with purpose through the tavern towards you.

“Y/n! I insist you desist this unbecoming behavior at once! Your father has sent me to fetch you. Do not disappoint him any more than you already have.”

You couldn’t move. You thought you had more time. You thought you had more time!

The men were already halfway to you before you could force yourself to think, looking around for anything that could help you avoid what was surely to come. But you were stuck. Barring starting a fire with one of the lanterns or attempting to break a window, there was nowhere you could run they couldn’t catch you. All you could do was put an empty table between you.

Your fiancé was not impressed.

“Really Y/N. We’ve gone through this. What would your mother think should she still be alive?”

You shook with unbridled anger and apprehension at being caught, still not wanting to submit. “She would have agreed with me! If she were still alive, none of this would have been allowed to happen! You are a scourge upon my life! I refuse to entertain the notion any longer of your and my marriage! I will suffer no longer under the expectations of my father!”

He was around the table gripping your arm before you could move, his fingers gripping hard enough to bruise as you fought to wretch it free. Your stomach clenched uneasily with the venom with which he spat.

“You will do whatever you are told! As your fiancé, I will not tolerate you tarnishing my name by whoring yourself out to some strangers of the night!”

Something inside of you cracked at such an accusation. It was wrong and hurtful, nothing more than a jab at your reputation for daring to go against him. It hurt even more knowing this was the man your father had forced upon you.

You didn’t think about your next actions when you were finally able to pull free, simply moved how your soul so desperately wanted you to. With the balling of your fist, you brought it back just like your older brother had once taught you.

The look of shock on your fiancé’s face would have been satisfying had it not been so fleeting. Where you had managed to turn his cheek, the backhand he threw back was hard enough to knock you to the ground.

Through the pain and determination to not show just how much he had hurt you, you didn’t hear the heavy footsteps pass or the crash of a body hitting the floor. Back on your feet, watery-eyed and red-faced, you were shocked to see the back of the captain, rubbing the knuckles of a gloved fist.

Your attacker was splayed on the wood floor.

“YOU WOULD DARE BRING HARM TO THE ONE YOU ARE BETROTHED? HOW PATHETIC. YOU DESERVE NOTHING MORE THAN TO HAVE THEM TAKEN FROM YOU.”

The guards were quick to step forward as the other nobles helped your fiancé regain his bearings. By the look of it, having a hard time.

“Stay out of this Monster. This matter doesn’t concern you. Should you continue to intervene in the retrieval of this girl, we will be forced to apprehend you.”

You couldn’t believe this was happening. Riling yourself to snap back, the captain beat you to it with a booming gravelly laugh.

“ON THE CONTRARY, GENTLEMAN. I BEG YOU, TRY.”

Everyone in the room was now at attention, the guards taking such offense at the notion that they predictably charged forward to make good on their threat. You were enchanted by the way the captain's eyelights seemed to glow and flash with that of hellfire, more cackling laughter filling the room.

“ALL HANDS! MAKE YOUR CAPTAIN PROUD!”

With that simple phrase, it was as if the tavern itself was on the verge of collapse; the sheer amount of hollering cheers, clashing of fists, and weapons shaking its very foundations. Broken glass and toppled drinks littered the floor as tables and chairs were used in the ensuing fight. For a while you could only watch, awed by how quickly the crew overwhelmed guards and nobles alike.

It was enough to make up your mind.

Picking up a bottle to aid the captain and his crew, a large hand gripped your shoulder. “OH, THERE’S NO NEED FOR THAT NOW. YOU’VE ALREADY PROVEN ME WRONG.” Smirking, he turned you to him. “SEEMS YE JUST MIGHT HAVE WHAT IT TAKES AFTER ALL.”

A heave had you mercilessly slung over his shoulder, the captain quickly turning to leave with a shout.

“COME! TIS TIME WE WEIGH ANCHOR!”

With riotous laughter and good spirits, the tavern soon emptied of crew and anything worth taking. You were carted off to a grand ship anchored within the port until you were unceremoniously tossed onto the bed in the captain’s quarters.

Heat blossomed across your face.

“WELCOME ABOARD THE BURNING ROSE, LOVE.” His voice lowered as he leaned forward. “I HOPE YOU’RE READY FOR WHATEVER COMES NEXT.”

Grand Master Post PirateTale Aus

#imtrashcoon #my writing #writing requests #piratetale #undertale fanfiction #undertale #underfell #underfell papyrus x reader #underfell papyrus #pirates

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ikemenomegas · 1 year

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Gave my love

Portgas D Ace x Reader || Shooting Stars

a/n: Make a Wish prompt fill for panda-anon. I am crying because my first draft spun off into the void of my own technological mishaps, so I hope the second version is satisfactory. I'm sorry it took so long (it took forever for me to do the rewrite these last few weeks have been a bit hectic) I hope that you enjoy it! I apologize if Ace seems at all ooc, it's been a long time since I last took a deep dive into his character. He reads to me as someone who would be kind of a tsundere about romantic feelings but able to be happy if he told himself it was "just friends" so he could pretend to be normal about it. The boy has so many excuses: Butterflies? he's happy to see you, feeling hot? he's made of fire, jealous of your attention? you were his friend first... (also the linked song aged remarkably well, it's fun and noisy and is where the title came from) Thank you so much to my friend who braved an omegaverse fic to edit for me. I hate editing my own stuff and she did such a good job making sure that things weren't too obtuse. cw: omegaverse, alpha!reader, Ace's canon compliant self worth issues

The trouble with narcolepsy isn't the daytime hours. He'd learned to manage those when he was a kid. The trouble comes at night, when his body is visited with the opposite impulse.

Ace rolls over for the nth time. Now, with the same insistence it had put him to sleep, his body pulls him awake.

He follows that pull with heavy, silent steps. He stretches his arms above his head and feels his back pop. He leaves his hat by his bunk, suddenly eager for the sea breeze through his hair.

He hesitates for a moment. Though he no longer gets cold, he considers wrapping something around his shoulders. His pillows and blankets still smell faintly of you. He looks at the bed.

No one is around to accuse him of something so treacherous as longing, but he still jerks his head away and pretends as if he hadn't spent much too long considering such a thing.

When he leaves the covered floors of the ship a bird - he cannot see where it come from - flutters down and nearly clips his head. It's not a seagull. He wonders for a moment, could it be?, but he quickly casts the thought away. Probably not.

A flash of light streaks across the sky, distracting him.

The worn railing is smooth, almost soft, beneath his fingertips when he leans over it. He folds his arms and lays his head in the cradle of his elbow.

He's been dealing with insomnia for the better part of a decade, either waking in the night or not sleeping at all. He'd see Luffy, sprawled out on the floor of the hideout, snot bubbles and not a care in the world. Even though his little brother didn't often notice his midnight absences, even when Ace would show up with prey in the morning, being unnoticed had not left him feeling unwanted.

Knowing someone was waiting staved off the loneliness. Becoming Whitebeard's son had been the best decision of his life. Yet tonight, he has no desire to disturb the sentries or wake a crew member for company.

A glossy black crow lands on the rail within easy reach. It cocks its head at him, warbling low in the back of its throat. Ace narrows his eyes at it, staring until the crow shrinks back, feather ruffling. This was the bird that had almost hit the back of his head, he's sure of it.

It looks almost sheepish at it places a little bag on the rail between them.

When he doesn't pick it up right away, the bird pushes it closer with one delicate claw, bobbing its head.

He picks it up slowly, keeping an eye on the bird. It tilts its head back and forth, clicking in the back of its throat. It takes him a moment to catch it in the dim light: the reflection of your Eye in the black marble of the crow's.

A grin showing teeth makes its way across his face.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi." Sound comes out of the crow's open beak like there is a microphone in its throat, like there's a snail in its belly. It doesn't move in synchrony with the words, but in an unsettling sort of pantomime.

Your voice is made ragged by the crow, but even with one word he knows it is yours. His grin goes lopsided and he weighs the pouch in his hand.

"Fancy seeing you here, pretty bird" he says.

The crow makes a hacking sort of cough he knows to be its version of your scoff coming from its mouth, but the bird rubs its beak against the gleaming wood of the ship, as though to take the sting from the sound.

"I do occasionally have good timing," it says with your voice.

He leans his head on his arms and looks directly at the bird. His gaze cuts through the animal in front of him and to you on the other side. One side of his bangs falls across his eye.

He has some idea of what you do, but not exactly. He knows it's dangerous, for a certain value of dangerous. You go to places he hasn't seen yet.

When he asks you where you are, you tell him about places you've been, never where you recently were. You don't relent even when he pries, whining low in his throat at your typical evasiveness. The crow speaks the rusted over name of some island he's never heard of.

When he asks you how training is going, the bird does some funny little movements that require it to over-correct when it nearly falls off the rail and imitates the sounds of bo staffs colliding.

The sentry peeks down from a higher level. Ace waves them off, feeling suddenly defensive. He wants to keep this moment a secret.

The bird freezes, looking up from where it's hunched over in an all too human kind of expression that reminds him of the last time you were a guest of the Whitebeard pirates and you'd raided the kitchens with him, sneaking around with unnecessary stealth, pressing back as if to hide him from every passing shadow until he was giggling into your shoulder, you scents mingling as you sweated under the hot atmosphere of a nearby volcanic island.

He snickers as the bird shakes its feathers flat again, giving an experimental little croak and finally straightening up when the noise doesn't immediately bring the sentry back running, looking out for his crewmate. The bird bumps his hand, as if to draw attention to it, and Ace draws his fingers through the soft, smooth feathers.

When you creakily ask him about his own recent adventures, you offer tidbits from the news to get him started, and it warms him in a very strange way to think you've been keeping an eye on him.

Eventually, the late night catches up and a comfortable quiet settles around the two of you.

Ace listens to the crow's low gargly kkqrk as it moves on its perch. He smirks to himself at the sight of the shining black bird shifting against the star scattered, velvet night.

"Are you going to open it?" you, finally ask. The bird pecks emphatically at the rail by the velvety bag.

All of the bird's expressive hopping and pecking for excited emphasis is so very un-human. It amuses him to imagine you puppetting the creature, instructing it to dip and flap for his benefit, even though he knows it is more akin to the bird itself interpreting your emotions.

Even so when the bird, looks at him, he can almost see the pleading look only you can pull off. Truly and delightfully uncanny.

He sighs as if it is all a chore, bobbing the pouch up and down on the string wound around his fingers. The crow follows with the movement with its beak and then its whole body.

"Should I?" he muses. "Suppose I save it-"

The bird all but stamps its little grey scaled foot in expressing your impatience and he laughs at you, at the odd humanity of the motion, as he finally does open the bag, drawstrings tangled in his fingers.

The contents of the pouch glitters, even in the starlight.

"How nice," he says, opening the mouth of the bag wide to reveal an array of crystals inside. "A good bit of shine."

All pirates of course liked things that gleamed. As did crows. The bird tilts its head between his face and the bits of rock in his hand.

He shifts them around in the bag. There are many colors.

"You should try one," it - you - says, shifting its weight. The bird stayed almost perfectly still, head tilted as it took in his incredulous expression.

"I am not dumb enough to eat rocks."

"I know."

The bird, peers up at him, blankly expectant.

Ace looks back in the bag and eventually plucks one of the crystals out. It's orange bleeding into purple like a storm ridden twilight and edged like the inside of a geode.

He glances once more at the bird, at you, but the creature just shuffles its wings to sit more primly against its body. Ace has never been very good at backing down from a dare.

Still he bites down very very carefully.

The crystal cracks apart under his teeth and spills sweetness on his tongue - plum and passion fruit, tart and bright and dark again, like the last touch of a setting sun. The outside is hard and cool like stone, but falls away to jelly by the time his bite sinks to the center.

He cannot help the way his eyes go slightly wide.

"Where are these from?" he asks.

"I made them," your voice slips from the bird's parted beak, almost shy. "The King of Kettles taught me," you add fondly.

He nibbles on more of the crystal, candy he now knows. Rock candy, he thinks as he grins to himself. He's not sure when the last time someone brought him candy of all things. Sugar is expensive no matter its source, and sometimes hard to find among the islands. Even syrups made from fruit would take a long time to make.

"Make sure to brush your teeth!" The crow interrupts his thoughts with a trumpeting, too loud, cackling sort of caw.

He stuffs a corner of the crystal into the crow's beak, interrupting the sound with a choking, fluttering, sputtering.

One thing about birds is that regardless of interpretation, they are sometimes not very good at managing their volume.

The crow hunches over, sending Ace as dirty a look as it can manage. You consider having it play dead, just to get back at him, but the shuffling attention of the sentries has you, the crow, freezing in his shadow.

You are reminded, somewhat guiltily, that your welcome on Whitebeard's territory does not give you unrestricted access, even for stolen moments like this.

But again, Ace waves off the inquisitive sentries, and they go, because he is the commander of the second division.

Ace can tell that they're curious, but this is for him, for now. In the morning if they or anyone asks, he will tell and laugh and tease. And it will be real.

This is real too. He feels protective of this moment, even if it is only a crow with your Eye as a glossy, curved reflection. It's his little secret.

It's not in his nature to keep secrets. Not for long. But for a while, he wants to keep this one. Not out of shame, not like the other, but because this one is warm like a glowing coal.

It is his, to follow the direction of a falling star and have a bird deliver him a gift and a conversation. You can't tell him where you are or where you're going, but you have frequent, funny little names that are familiar enough that you can tell him stories and he knows of whom you speak. The King of Kettles, Catfish, the Forlorn Maiden - all of them people he has never and likely will never meet.

Do you have a secret name for him, do you tell people about him? Something meant to safeguard him from the world?

Will there ever be a time when he isn't the secret? When that secret doesn't drag a darkness along behind it to cover those who know?

Another flash of light goes across the sky - blink and you'll miss it.

He sees it, you don't, going in the same direction as before. It flies away into the night.

Slowly, through the odd technicolor vision of the crow, you see a closed off, thoughtful expression take the place of the easy smile from before.

"What are you thinking of?"

The crow's hissed approximation of a whisper should be unsettling but it isn't.

Ace leans his arm on the railing and looks over at you, at the crow. The corner of his mouth lifts up, but he can't put enough of his heart into it to cover the melancholy.

He finds himself wishing for your scent. Sending a bird is one thing, but if he had not seen the Eye, he wouldn't have even been able to tell you it was you there, and not some well trained pet.

"I wish you were here," he sighs, reaching out to run a finger over the bird's smooth head feathers.

The bird ruffles its wings and says nothing. There is a long moment of nothing, long enough that Ace thinks of going back to bed. Sleep is finally reaching for him, he can feel the chill of it on his skin.

It's through the quiet of the dark that it finds him, a dull sound, almost at the edge of hearing.

He reaches out with his awareness, scanning the sea for any creature stupid enough to attack one of Whitebeard's fleet. A Sea King would be a bit of bedtime fun. Or it might be the distant sound of canons, although intuition tells him that isn't it.

The sound gets closer. It is not canons or the writhing movements of a deep water monster. It is more like someone shaking out sheets, but as regular as a sleeper's heart - the flap of wings.

He sees a shape, black on black, in the distance. It vanishes between one blink and the other, melting into the night. Another shimmer of light falls overhead while the wingbeats suddenly disappear.

Ace remembers owls and the way they hunt, swooping silently down upon their prey. He looks up to see if the watch is at all disturbed, and then to his left. The crow is gone.

The wingbeats return, now soft and so close. Right below him. He looks over the rail and a familiar face rises up to meet him.

This crow upon which you sit is longer than him if he were to lay down, feet and fingers pointed as far as they would go. It drifts upon the shallow eddy stirred up by the ship, drifting alongside.

"Hello," you say. You're smiling. Teasing snatches of scent get caught in the sea breeze.

From behind, the crow that had been your mouthpiece swoops down upon your shoulder.

"Willful thing," you say to it.

It croaks, head bobbing cheekily.

"Hi," he says. His heart feels like it's soaring, light alongside you, every whoosh of blood a wingbeat.

"I heard you," you say, nudging the crow's chest with your finger.

"You do occasionally have good timing," he says, grinning wide.

The enormous bird flaps a few times, slowly, up to the level of the rail.

He catches you when you slide over the side of the ship and step onto the deck. He never feels the flames when they come from him, but your palm sliding over his makes him feel like he's burning.

"I think I'm going to be in trouble with your Father," you say, shrugging a shoulder, "for the bird."

It croaks again, and then caws, as if to prove a point. The both of you wince.

"I'll tell him you came for me," Ace replies. He doesn't bother to keep quiet now, but that's alright. The bag of sweets you brought him dangles around his wrist like a charm.

You're a little breathless when you look at him. He can see stars reflected in your eyes.

"Whenever you want me."

#portgas d ace #portgas d ace x reader #one piece x reader #one piece #it's implied that the reader is somehow involved with the revolutionary army #alpha!reader #omegaverse #panda anon #thank you so much for your patience #this was super fun to write #and i really enjoyed getting back into his character a little bit #hope that i did it justice!#i forgot how young and repressed ace is XD #he will absolutely reject outright romance so you can't tell him that shhhh #just pretend there's another reason he's special and it'll be fine and give him time to figure it out #prompt fill #make a wish prompt fill

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Can we get an updated list of your current projects?

I know you've said you're prioritising the Sisters AU so I know they aren't coming out soon, but I always enjoy hearing what you're up to!

I also wanted to know if you are still working on the one where Captain raised Eugene and Lance?

Sure!

Apologies for taking so long, I was determined to find my last WIP post so as to not re-list everything but... didn't find it so we're going in with a new list! XD

But first, the fic with Captain raising Eugene and Lance is tilted 'A Chance to Raise Them', I'll throw it first onto the list and yes, it is still in the making, it's my go to for writing when I feel under the weather, last chapter I wrote Cass had a new sworn enemy, Eugene got waaay too many sprinkles on his hot chocolate and Arianna started a tickle fight that Cass lost! :D

Onto the list (in no particular order):

Chance to Raise Them

Two girls are recovered from a tower. Arianna and Frederic get their daughter back only three years after her kidnapping but she comes with a seven-year-old big sister.

A few years later Cassandra takes down a couple of thieves going by Flynn and Lance. At first Captain keeps them close in hope of teaching them a lesson, but when they thank him for the structure and security he supplies, he doesn't have it in him to send them back to the orphanage.

A Badly Aimed Arrow (Title Pending Change)

Eugene and Cassandra head into town to buy Rapunzel some paints, bickering as they do. Then suddenly Cassandra shoves Eugene to the ground, at first he thinks she's taking the bickering to a new level, until he sees the blood.

Mirror, Mirror, What You Took From Me

Cassandra was heading to the dining hall of the House of Yesterday's Tomorrow to get a snack when arms reached out of the mirror and tried to snatch her, she thinks fast and smashes the glass.

She knew this place was a terrible idea! Thankfully she handled the danger. That is... Until they realise Eugene was the first taken by the mirror and he now has no way out.

The Backup (Title possibly Pending Change)

Gothel always knew it was only a matter of time until she misstepped and lost. Because of that she had a child, a child of her blood and flesh whom she enchanted so that if ever Gothel did die, she had a way back into the world of the living.

An alternate S3 with Cass fighting for control over her own body and the gang fighting to get their friend back.

Market Day

The guards were searching for an old lady. They'd of never picked Gothel out of a crowd. But you know who would?

"Mama!" Cassandra pointed and reached out for the curly haired woman during a visit to the market.

Anagapesis

Falling out of love; the feeling of not loving someone or something once loved.

Stalyan was beautiful and smart, and everything Eugene thought he desired. So why was writing some simple wedding vows such an impossible task?

Two Thief Sisters (Title Pending Change)

Cassandra is kidnapped from the cottage cause it’s a nice cottage, she’s a cute child. There’s money to be earned via ransom.

Gothel never shows up, though.

Thankfully for Cassandra, Stalyan finds this super-obedient little kid fun to keep around.

Father Tromus (Title Pending Change)

Gothel fails at kidnapping Rapunzel and dies, Tromus swoops in to take Cassandra and raise her. Teacher her magic and raises her to one day seek out vengeance for her Mother.

Partners in Crime

Neither Eugene nor Rapunzel ever realise she's the lost princess, so after Gothel's death they flee Corona to be partners in crime together. Captain loses his job after Flynn Rider's prison escape, leading Cassandra to want vengeance on her dad's behalf.

She didn't expect to find her thief alongside the missing princess.

Islands Together

Owl never went to get Rapunzel and Rapunzel never talked any sense into Captain.

Captain came home with a little four-year-old Cassandra and people in Corona just kinda let it happen, not knowing what else to do. All seems fine until Cassandra finds out.

Royalty Can't Date a Thief

Frederic doesn’t allow Rapunzel and Eugene to date because royalty can’t date an ex-thief. So Eugene gets a job as her bodyguard and they date in secret.

Queen for an Eternity

What if Arianna and Frederic didn’t make it back after the blizzard?

Rapunzel is the new queen of Corona but far to occupied mourning to do her job.

Parcial Pardon

Frederic and Eugene reach an agreement, he isn’t given a full pardon but he is given a chance to make up for his crimes.

Strongbow Along for the Ride

What if Lance never went to prison and never separated from Eugene and was there during Tangled?

Queen of Amber

Arianna became encased in the amber and Frederic tries to kill Varian.

Cass Dies in the Great Tree (Pending Title Change)

Kinda self-explanatory.

The Hostage Situation

Instead of knock Cassandra out, Hector takers her hostage to force the gang to leave his home. Eugene tries to sneak back in while the rest of the gang leaves, he fails pretty miserably.

Thankfully Hector and Cassandra are able to bond over duty and foolish royals who don't listen to your warnings.

Mother Knows Best

Magic is heavily prosecuted in Corona.

Gothel really did rescue Rapunzel.

Eugene only realises the danger his put Rapunzel in by taking her from the tower after he falls in love.

Amber Alchemist

Quirin isn't there to save Varian from his experiments. But he is around to seek out justice for his son. (Quirin Villain arc!)

Mother Zhan Tiri

Zhan Tiri reached Cassandra through dreams slowly convincing her that Gothel is an unfit mother and will eventually hurt Rapunzel. Convincing Cassandra to escape with her sister and head to the dark kingdom where she will find the moonstone.

Gothel the Guardian of the Sundrop

Before the Sundrop can be turned to tea a woman shows up claiming she can heal the queen and princess if just allowed a moment alone.

She succeeds.

Frederic is forever grateful and gives the woman a position as Corona's healer, a home in the palace garden where she can heal and raise her daughter Cassandra.

Arianna does not much like Gothel, but her husbands is too grateful to see some of that behaviours. Besides, Gothel is the only healer Corona has.

That is until the thief Flynn Rider while hiding from the guards discovers an incantation in some underground tunnels and decides he wants in on the scam.

I think that's most of it! Also there's a few prequels for the Tangled Sisters AU. Obviously anything already publishing.

And I did leave a few projects that are either very unlikely to be finished or I just don't know how to describe!

Oh, and Our Undying Dream with @the-writer1988 that is also a WIP...

Yeah, I've definitely forgotten some stuff xD

But those are a good few o f them!

Tell me if you'd like to know more about any of them! Some of them are very fun :D

#ask answered #tangled the series fanfic #tangled the series fanfics #wips #wip #upcoming fics

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thatonefatgumsimp · 6 months

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Which Secret Life POVs I've Watched So Far (will be updated and edited as I finish)

OK so I may or may not have gotten distracted again- oops- but basically I'm putting here which POVs I've already watched in full and what my first thought about each one was.

-WARNING: wall of texts and ramblings from an mcyt obsessed audhd under the cut...and also spoilers. Don't click unless you're ready for simultaneously spoilers and an ungodly amount of text lol-

Grian: "God this series is so hype I can't wait to see what all happens and- OMG GEM IS HERE! :D GEM IS GREAT! I can't wait to see her kick Etho's ass at PvP again /lh ...waiminute...is that logo on the statue...is that the Watcher logo??? Huh??? Wait...and why does it have the same mossiness of the Entity and Grian's s9 base? Suspicious...OMG the chaotic Best Friend energy with Mumbo and Grian- tbh would be me and my best friend on any given day. Amazing. Their laughter is so infectious too lmao- Oough merch! Pretty :3 Wait it's over already? Aweeeeh ): can't wait for the next episode tho!"

Mumbo: "Wait he switched sides of the circle when Martyn punched Jimmy lmaoooo just like 'these people are crazy, save me, Grian-' 💀 The best friend energy omg still amazing I love their dynamic so much! Ooh a sideways house that *IS* an interesting idea! WHY DOES JIMMY KEEP BREAKING THE CRAFTING TABLES LMAO Hmmmmm Impulse ik cherry blossom is great, but that salesman voice is indeed very sus. I'm with Mumbo on this one."

Skizz: "Idk I watched it when I was very tired last night and all I remember is 'Awwweh a frog! Take care of him...WH- TANGO!!!' and also him apologizing to Gem which was very nice. Oh yeah and love island <3"

Jimmy: "Alright, Timmy, you've got this. Just don't die and- OMG MARTYN NOOOO LMAOO- Aweeeh it's like when you have a really young sibling or you're, like, a parent or something and you kiss the child's scraped knee to make it feel better- 🥺 wholesome. THANK YOU! I thought I was alone in recognizing that symbol, thank you for acknowledging it. JIMMY LOOK OUT OMG YOU'RE GONNA GIVE ME A HEART ATTACK! OK but the task. This man is an absolute menace lol. Aweh that's very nice of Scar to compliment Jimmy's outfit! SCOTT LMFAOOOO YOU'RE SO RIGHT, BUT AT THE SAME TIME 💀 Jimmy building in the Mesa? Tumble Town 2 electric boogaloo?? 'Hmmmm if Scar's building a shack, we're gonna have to have a shack-off, mine's better.' NO JIMMY DON'T STEAL THE CAMEL! D: pftttt Scar would- remember the Relation-ship? And the Ranch? Arson boy lol. THE VALLEY GIRL ACCENT I CAN'T- 😭"

Scar: "OK, Scar, you can do the task, I believe in you. I've seen 4 other POVs which prove that you failed, but I still believe in you. OMG THAT'S WHY HE COMPLIMENTED JIMMY'S OUTFIT LMAOOO I WASN'T PAYING ATTENTION- So true, Scott. So true. But you can't stop them, they're still gonna end up neighbors. I know, I already watched Jimmy's POV. SCAR NOOOO YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO TELL THEM- The way he jumped in the water- 💀 hc that c!Scar shook out his long-ish messy brown hair like a dog after that. Cuz he would. 'I'll make an exception for you. The first and ONLY exception.' if someone doesn't use this as, like, a fanfic title or something I swear- literally perfect material for a c!Scarian fic title. AWEEEEEEH HE CALLED GRIAN THE LIGHT OF HIS LIFE- I CAN'T BHATGLFYSJBJSRSKBLBK 🥺 Scar just like 'y'all crazy. Bye.' AWEEEEH GRIAN AND SCAR'S CAMEL RIDE! DESERTDUODESERTDUODESERTDUODESERTDUO! The way they stare at the hole Big B dug like *insert surprised Pikachu here* awwwwweh the way he let Grian have the cactus monopoly 🥺 you will never not convince me that bullying is their love language. c!desertduo bullies each other affectionately...I'm so normal about c!desertduo I promise- HE TALKED ABOUT ASOKA FOR 30 MINUTES OFC HE DID- 💀😭 I was wondering why he didn't include it lmao- NOT SCAR TREATING THE CAMEL LIKE A DISNEY RIDE LOL learning about the task goodies with Tango, Jimmy, and Scar 101 'IS IT A ROCKET' LMAOOOOO- HE'S SUFFOCATING AGAIN- SCAR BE CAREFULLLLL!!! Ik it's not in the comments, but, I GOT TO THIS POINT AND I'M ENJOYING IT, SCAR! Love this series sm and I'm only 5 POVs in lol. 'It's looking kinda like a shack' 'fancy house and exotic materials' indeed, Etho. Also yes, Scar, part of what gave it away is that ur favorite color is orange lol /lh the fact that Jimmy is the only one I've seen to call him 'Obi' when he says 'Hello There'- amazing. 'Nonono it's not a shack, look at that entrance!' But, Scar, you just said- ...OK- 'this is my shack' OK, Scar I'm confused. Is it or isn't it a shack? Ofc he cut out the arson threats and allegations smh /lh 'until next time, we'll see you later, and don't forget to subscribe because you may just become. SCARRRRED FOR LIFE!' ...yes I've memorized his outro-"

Martyn: "Wait OK before we start- are we sure that punching Jimmy didn't just, like, transfer the canary's curse? /lh like it could also be that he won last series and now he's the 'wet cat' of the first episode like I saw in another post, but like, what if?? I guess we'll see, huh? The awkward 'goodbye' and then walking the same way lmaooo 💀 Lizzie and Gem: 'WE HAVE TO GET TO THE CHERRY BLOSSOMS!' Martyn: 'uhhhhh anyways so-' what am I gonna get? Well uhhh probably one of the life hoodies, but I'll probably have to convince my mom to get it as a Christmas gift cuz I already spent a lot in the last month cuz I have no self control- but yeah probably the balloon hearts hoodie or the drippy hearts one. Love those. 'Ofc no wearing helmets' Scar, who has a helmet: 'Hi, Martyn!' 'oh mY GOd you scared me-' Payback for the jumpscare to Grian last series /lh /hj 'friends?' 'friends?' 'friends?' 'Helloooooo!' 'Martyn!' Idk why but that interaction made me exhale like- just imagine shouting through the walls in a cave to your friends irl. Omg now I'm imagining it with the reverb- 'you couldn't spare a heart, could you?' gives off the vibes of 'please sir, could I have some more?' Oliver Twist who? /lhj Bdubs and his chainmail lol 'THERE'S A SPAWNER?!' yeah...he's definitely having a rough first session- o7 'what is happening out there-?' I'd like to know too, Martyn, unfortunately I haven't watched their POVs yet. Also Etho saying 'BDUBS RUN! HIDE!' I- I'm normal about c!Ethubs I promise- 'YOU GOT HORSE ARMOR?!' ofc the local horsegirl /lhhj would ask about that lol- NOT ETHO TURNING INTO CANADIAN DAVID ATTENBOROUGH AND NARRATING HIS, MARTYN'S, AND BDUBS' ADVENTURES THROUGH THE CAVE- I- 💀 'this could go viral' true, Bdubs lol. BDUBS' MIC CUTTING OUT I'M CRYING- Gem's reaction of 'a what?!' and Scott's response of 'we just don't have a healer' is just perfect lol. Love that. WE'RE PLAYING THE MARTYN GETS NERFED MOD! TODAY WE CODED IT SO ALL THE MOBS ATTACK MARTYN AND ONLY MARTYN! that's the vibes Scott's comment gave me lol- 12 HEARTS?!? MARTYN!! OMG BE MORE CAREFUL!!! This Martyn nerf hitting hard- 'this could be really bad if I get poisoned-' YES IT COULD, MARTYN, YOU'RE ALREADY AT 12 HEARTS- IT'S LIKE YOU'RE TRYING TO BE THE FIRST TO YELLOW- /lh bro Martyn being risky is making my anxiety go 📈📈📈📈📈 BE MORE CAREFUL, MARTYN, PLS- I BEG OF U- MARTYN GOING TO THE NETHER- 📈📈📈 MARTYN THERE ARE GHASTS- PLEASE- I- AAAAAAAAAAAAA! MARTYNNNN! OMG! IS HE ALWAYS THIS RISKY, USUAL MARTYN VIEWERS?! CUZ IF SO IDT I'M GONNA SURVIVE BINGING ALL THE LIFE SERIES- 'ughhh I swear, dude, I swear, I'm gonna cry!!!' I AM TOO, PLEASE STOP GETTING INTO DANGER, MARTYN- Martyn saying damnit is me the whole time he's out risking his hearts. My heart can't take this kind of pressure, Martyn please stop being so riskyyyy- 😭 nINE HEARTS- MARTYN!!!! Istg I'm not surviving this episode- my heart is just- 📈📈📈📈📈📈📈 his pICKAXE BROKE?! OH YOU'VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME! 'OH MY GOD, THE SUN!' I'M HAPPY TOO, HOPEFULLY HE DOESN'T LOSE TOO MANY MORE HEARTS. 'I've been to the nether and everything!' Yeah, imma be honest, I don't get that one. Like, didn't you write a song lITERALLY CALLED 'Screw The Nether' with friends????! /lh Lizzie's 'oh wow' 💀 fIVE AND A HALF HEARTS!! MARTYNNNN!!! OMG! 📈📈📈 NOT THE DROWNED- 😭 LEAVE HIM ALONE, BRUH, HE JUST TRYNA SURVIVE- Martyn panicking- same, bestie- Lizzie just like 'oh you stole my bed? Didn't notice' 💀 #1 way to tempt a horsegirl: offer something to protect his horse /lhj Cleo's laugh lol- infectious. MARTYN ZOOMING IN AND JIMMY JUST BRINGING BACK SCAR'S CAMEL IN THE BACKGROUND I CAN'T-"

OK I'm posting this and I'll rb for the other POVs, but Cleo's next.

So let's see, next rb is probably gonna be Cleo, Gem, Tango, Scott, Bdubs, and Pearl.

Third rb is probably gonna be Etho, Joel, Lizzie, Impulse, and BigB.

3 maybe 4 rb max.

#YOOOO THANK GOD IT SAVED MOST OF THIS IN DRAFTS I CLICKED AWAY AND FORGOT TO SAVE I WAS ABOUT TO CRY-#tofs musings #my thoughts on the first session of Secret Life #secret life #secret life spoilers #trafficblr #traffic life smp #grian #mumbo jumbo #skizzleman #solidaritygaming #goodtimeswithscar #inthelittlewood #also the reason that some of them are way longer is cuz I'm writing them as I watch and not after the fact

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🥺, 😈, 👀, ✅!!!

Aaa thank you Nawy!! (Hi :D)

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

Being subconsciously protective. It gets me every single time: Chuuya tackling Dazai to safety in Stormbringer, Dazai keeping Chuuya’s head in his lap in Dead Apple while he sleeps (and the HAND) and Chuuya being genuinely concerned for Dazai during the Lovecraft fight — all of that!

To go on a brief related ramble, there’s this scene in a Miss Marple murder mystery that I read years ago where Miss Marple is watching this young couple touring a house. While the couple is on a balcony, the railing suddenly breaks, and the woman nearly falls down several stories. Instead of reaching out to grab her, her partner actually steps back off the balcony, leaving her to regain her balance on her own.

Miss Marple goes up to the woman afterwards and basically says “that young man will not make you a good partner if his first instinct is to save himself rather than help you.” And while it’s perhaps a bit of a surface level way to judge relationships, that always stuck with with me (and later got reinforced by a few Life Experiences), so that aspect has always been important to me with characters! (More reasons why I love Chuuya’s character so much alskdjfjf)

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

…Hmmm I’m actually struggling to think of one — tbh I’m pretty sensitive to angst (see blog title lol) so if I write things that are too mean I always end up making myself sad too 😅

…Oh except maybe the first chapter of “This is how it feels to take a fall”. That was very mean — BUT I would argue also necessary for the plot! (And again I did make myself very sad alskjdfj) (…come to think of it there were a few Howl AU cliffhangers that were also a bit mean)(oops)

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

*Vibrates in place* I am so desperate to have more sleep and time so I can actually finish things alsksjdjfj BUT here are a few updates: I’m making progress (if slower than I had hoped) on the Howl AU epilogue, and after that’s finished I’ll be working on the next Skyline Pigeon chapter, as well as a Howl AU extra that I recently figured out I’m going to call “Rimbaud and the Man of Many Ways”! I am very excited to work on that >:D also the Howl AU sequel will probably be a long time coming, but it’s going to be called “Chuuya and the Castle in the Air”! I’ve been working on plotting it, because I’m working some setup/foreshadowing into the main story epilogue so I need to know what I’m doing at least somewhat lol

Also here is a preview of the beginning of the Howl AU epilogue because I have no self control and also this part has been done for ages, it’s just the later parts that are taking forever alskdjfjf (also apologies for the screenshot I’m currently too sleepy to copy paste this whole chunk and format it on mobile)

✅ What’s something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don’t mean to?

…My first instinct is to say “cuddling”, but that’s pretty deliberate — I crave the FLOOF. So I guess the more accurate answer, for both my writing AND my comics, would be “cooking together”, because that wasn’t something I noticed I was doing until other people started pointing it out XD (I even somehow managed to get it into the Little Mermaid AU — in retrospect my friend’s note of “wait they’re cooking bread now??” was an early sign lololol)

#thanks for the ask!! :D #I’ve been wanting to talk about my wips so much but I just haven’t had enough time to work on themmm #but on a positive note #I have been having experiences that have given me ideas so I guess it balances out?#hopefully I can keep chipping away at it! I’ve been a bit more consistent lately at getting chunks done :0 #anyway hope you’re having a good day! ✨#senhart's writing #ask box #senhart rambles

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kmhnsecretexchange · 4 months

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Title: Worthwhile

By: ShortHairIzuru

For: @/bunnikaroon on twt

Pairing: Kamukoma

Rating/Warnings: Teen+, Major Character Injury

Prompt: servant gets hurt and kamukura takes care of him

Author Notes: hiiiii nika i hope you like the kamukoma thanks for letting me write a sick fic about them

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52180744

Travel was never perfectly safe during the Tragedy. Between buildings collapsing, Monokumas firing off weapons on every other street, and people who had succumbed to despair attacking anyone they saw, even those who were extremely cautious were not always immune to accidents.

Kamukura and Komaeda were more than extremely cautious, however. Luck favored both of them, and even if Komaeda was a bit clumsier, Kamukura moved gracefully enough that it didn’t matter. Kamukura kept them both hidden from everyone, which in turn kept them nearly undetectable from most Monokumas that patrolled the streets of Towa city. They were able to dodge most debris that tended to fall at random intervals, mostly because Kamukura always heard anything long before it fell. They were much safer than the average person traveling. Though, neither of them were average, so it made sense.

Neither of them, however, were anticipating a bomb going off in a building they were walking by. Kamukura’s reflexes were good, so both of them were shielded from much of the initial blast save for being coated in a thick layer of dust, but both of their ears were ringing and the ground was covered in rumble, making their footing uneven. It was not anything either of them were particularly unused to, though it did make travel more difficult. And the loud ringing in their ears meant that Kamukura did not hear the piece of the wall above them break and start to fall until it was too late.

Kamukura did hear the rubble land right behind him as well as the yelp that Komaeda let out, making him whip around to see his leg pinned under a chunk of concrete. Nearly instantly, Kamukura was moving the debris off of him and inspecting the injury.

“Haha, I suppose I needed to pay a bit more attention after the bomb, didn’t I? I apologize!” Despite his casual tone, Komaeda was taking much shallower breaths and was clearly masking a lot of pain, hissing a bit as Kamukura moved more rubble. “Kamukura-sama, you don’t need to spend this time freeing me! It would be better if you just left–”

“Quiet.” Kamukura was already tearing spare fabric from the other leg of Komaeda’s jeans to make a tourniquet and stop the immediate bleeding. “You know quite well I am not leaving you behind, especially when you are injured.” Komaeda’s lower leg was crushed and he would be unable to walk for some time. As soon as Kamukura had done what he could there, he silently picked him up and began moving again towards the closest safe building where he could actually provide medical care.

“Kamukura-sama is so kind to care for a bug like me…” He said much quieter than he typically would. Kamukura didn’t respond and just kept moving through the city, searching for a place that would at least have running water. It took some time and if Komaeda was being as observant as he normally was, he could have noticed that Kamukura was maybe a bit frustrated as he searched. But he wasn’t all that focused on parsing Kamukura’s microexpressions so much as he was on the terrible pain that was coming from his leg.

Komaeda didn’t exactly know when they made it inside somewhere, given that he had found himself fading a bit in and out of consciousness from how much pain he was in. But at some point he opened his eyes again and he was laying down on a torn up sofa rather than being carried. Somewhere, he could hear a faucet weakly running. He couldn’t see Kamukura nearby, but he couldn’t really sit up to look beyond the immediate area around him, so he settled for staring at the cracked ceiling above him instead.

The next time he found himself conscious, it was because his leg hurt more. He had been doing his best to stay quiet through all this, but suddenly the pain became ten times more intense and he couldn’t help but whimper as he blinked his eyes open. He looked and saw that Kamukura had returned and was kneeling next to the sofa, lifting his leg slightly as he began actually working to stabilize the injury.

“I apologize, Kamukura-sama… You don’t have to do all this…”

“I already stated I was not leaving you behind. Save your energy, this will take time.” Perhaps it was because Komaeda was still drifting in and out a bit, but Kamukura’s voice felt softer than normal.

“What bad luck, an accident like this delaying our journey. Though, I do suppose it has been some time since something went awry for us.” Kamukura lifted his leg slightly and Komaeda cried out in response, tears pricking the corners of his eyes as the pain shot through him.

“I could not hear what was happening after the explosion. There was little either of us could have done.” Kamukura seemingly ignored Komaeda’s cry of pain and kept working to clean the wound to the best of his abilities. “This will hurt more.” And, as promised, a searing pain burned through his leg as Kamukura reset the bone and Komaeda couldn’t help but cry out again. He expected Kamukura to tell him to be quiet again, but Kamukura was silent as he worked to more effectively stop the bleeding and splint Komaeda’s leg.

“Kamukura-sama…” he breathed out, his voice shaking.

“Hm.”

“Is it alright if I go unconscious? I… I’m afraid this hurts too much.”

“I have already stated that you need to save your energy.” Kamukura didn’t look up from his work and shortly thereafter Komaeda’s vision darkened and he was out.

When he woke up again he found his head in Kamukura’s lap, with Kamukura’s hand idly detangling his curls while he worked in his notebook with his other hand. His leg still hurt, of course, but he lifted his head to see that it was now fully bandaged and splinted. He then looked up to Kamukura’s face, which was still and expressionless as always.

“Do not move too much. Your body is spending most of its energy on healing.”

“How long have I been unconscious?”

“Six hours, twenty-three minutes.”

“What have you been doing for that time?”

“Sitting here.”

Komaeda furrowed his brows a bit. “The whole time? Surely you have better things to do than sit here.”

“It would be dangerous to leave you alone while you are unable to move.” Kamukura kept working in his journal as he spoke, not bothering to look at Komaeda.

“That shouldn’t be your concern, Kamukura-sama. I do not mind being left alone.”

“I am not leaving you,” he replied flatly.

“If you insist, who am I to stop you? I just don’t want you wasting your time.”

Kamukura finally moved his gaze to Komaeda’s face, staring down without any expression. “You do not decide how my time is spent, nor what constitutes a ‘waste of time’ for me.” There was no bite to his words, not that there ever was. Still, from most anyone else, his statement would feel almost chiding. Yet Komaeda could hear the faintest amount of softness (at least what was possible for him) in Kamukura’s speech.

He didn’t respond and Kamukura returned to his journal, keeping his free hand in Komaeda’s curls and gently working out knots without pulling too hard on his scalp. Komaeda decided to just watch him quietly. It was not like he could do much else, anyway. Kamukura did not care if Komaeda watched him.

Kamukura’s face was one that most saw as cold and empty. His features were sharper than many people’s, his dark hair bringing out how pale his skin was and his eyes constantly burning holes in the people he analyzed. Komaeda never saw him as empty, though. He more so saw him as deliberate. Deliberate with what he did, what he gave time to, what he decided was important. Most things were not.

Komaeda didn’t think he was important. He knew he wasn’t important. And yet, with everything he saw, Kamukura was perhaps the most deliberate when it came to him.

“What is Kamukura-sama writing?” Komaeda finally asked, breaking the silence.

“I am not writing.”

“Then what are you doing?” Instead of verbally responding, he just turned his notebook around and showed what he had been working on, which was a detailed portrait of Komaeda. His eyes widened as he looked at what could have been a photograph of him. “Surely Kamukura-sama could find more worthy subjects than a piece of trash like me…”

“I have already told you that you do not dictate what I deem worthwhile.”

“I suppose you did, I just can’t believe you continue to spend energy on me when there are so many more important things to do.” He looked back up at Kamukura. “I mean, Kamukura-sama could be doing so much but instead he’s sitting with me.”

“I do not wish to be doing anything else.” Kamukura pulled the notebook back to face him and continued drawing. “What you deem as important is dull to me. I have no interest in using my talents to further any agendas.”

Komaeda furrowed his brow. “Oh, I don’t believe you need to do anything specific. It’s simply that anything you do would be important and yet you are spending your time caring for someone unimportant.”

Kamukura looked at him again and tilted his head. “You are not unimportant. And regardless, you do not get to tell me what is and is not worth my time, as I have already stated. I do not understand why this needs repeating.”

“I…” Komaeda trailed off, because he didn’t want to correct Kamukura. And he was not trying to tell Kamukura how to spend his time. “I do not think you need to spend your time in any specific way. I suppose I am just surprised Kamukura-sama wishes to spend his time with me.”

“I have been quite clear that I do and have demonstrated such through my staying with you. I am unsure as to how this is surprising to you.”

“You have been. Perhaps it is just not sinking in.” Komaeda laid on Kamukura’s lap quietly after that, listening to the quiet scratching of Kamukura’s pen on paper and attempting to focus on Kamukura’s hand in his hair rather than the throbbing coming from his leg. But without any talking, keeping his attention away from the pain was much more difficult. Unconsciously, he found himself nuzzling into Kamukura’s hand and squeezing his eyes shut in a somewhat futile attempt to rest again.

“Would you like something for the pain? I would have to go out and find it, as I do not believe either of us carry something strong enough.”

“Aha, that’s not necessary. I’m perfectly fine.”

Kamukura looked at him for a moment before clicking his tongue. “You are not. I will go find a pain reliever.” Very gently, Kamukura moved out from underneath Komaeda and moved a ratty throw pillow under his head. “I will be back shortly,” he said as he stood and without looking back, he walked out of the room, leaving Komaeda in the relative quiet. Without the distraction of Kamukura, Komaeda no longer had anything to keep his mind off of the pain and quickly found himself wavering into unconsciousness again.

Kamukura had several ideas of where to find strong painkillers nearby, as he had spotted several abandoned pharmacies and clinics while searching for a place to tend to Komaeda’s leg. It mostly came down to which locations had not already been thoroughly looted, but with his luck, he assumed that at least one of them would have what he was looking for. He started in a pharmacy just two blocks away and began searching through the back shelves for anything that might be useful. Most of the medication had already been taken, but there were still some things there, though any strong painkillers were long gone, it seemed.

He started to leave, passing the broken front shelves, not paying much mind to what was left until he saw a bright yellow package out of the corner of his eye. Kamukura paused and turned to inspect the item, identifying it to be a box of Blue Ram. He remembered it was a drink that Komaeda liked, though he himself never saw the appeal of it. Still, he grabbed the box and put it in his bag before leaving the building and continuing to the next clinic to keep searching.

He ended up finding something that would work in the third place he checked. It was always a bit more difficult to find medicine for Komaeda given all of his medical complications. If Kamukura had access to equipment to make the things that were needed, it would be much less of an issue, but just coming across medical supplies in the first place was lucky. Given everything, Kamukura decided that perhaps their next stop would be somewhere he could more effectively prepare for their travels. There were likely hospitals and pharmacies more untouched where he could synthesize medication both for incidents like this as well as for long term treatment of Komaeda’s various ailments. But that was for another time. For now, he needed to return to the hideaway he had found for them to get Komaeda the pain reliever.

When he walked back through the door, Kamukura saw that Komaeda was asleep again on the couch, unsurprisingly. He was not thrilled that he had left him alone, but retrieving the medication had been necessary and it seemed as though no additional harm had come to him. Kamukura walked over to the couch and squatted so that he would be more at eye level with Komaeda before brushing hair out of his face to wake him gently. He let out a small groan as he stirred and blinked his eyes open, focusing eventually on Kamukura’s face in front of him.

“Hm, Kamukura-sama, you came back after all…”

“I stated I would. I have never given you indication that I would go back on my word.”

“I wouldn’t blame you if you decided that I was too much of a burden to travel with.”

“I do not understand why you are insistent on believing I will change my mind on this.” Kamukura went into his bag and pulled out the medicine and a bottle of water. “This will help with the pain and it is important to drink water while you are healing.” Without asking, he began helping Komaeda sit up a bit so that he could drink more easily.

“Thank you.” He winced a bit as he readjusted but took the pills and water from Kamukura anyway. “How long were you gone? I think I may have fallen asleep again.”

“Two hours and thirteen minutes. I checked a total of three locations.” Kamukura stood up again and sat in a chair near the couch.

“Oh, that wasn’t necessary. I would’ve been quite alright without anything. Kamukura-sama didn’t need to go out of his way like that.”

“I am uninterested in you continuing to be in pain, Komaeda. Taking the medication will alleviate your suffering.” Kamukura picked up his journal again and opened it back up to what Komaeda could assume was the drawing he had been working on before.

“Please don’t think I’m not grateful! I just don’t want you…” Komaeda was going to say wasting time again, but he thought better of it and cut himself off, opening the medicine bottle and taking out two pills to take with a drink of water. The two of them once again sat quietly in the room, with Kamukura sketching and Komaeda waiting for the medicine to kick in. Komaeda watched Kamukura work, noting when he flipped to a new page in the notebook to, he assumed, begin a new drawing.

It was Kamukura who broke the silence eventually. “The first pharmacy I checked had the drink you liked. It is in my bag if you would like it.” Kamukura had placed his bag near the couch, so Komaeda could easily reach it without straining. Komaeda raised an eyebrow and reached down to find the box of Blue Ram. He looked back up at Kamukura, who was focused on his journal and had not bothered to look at Komaeda while alerting him to the drink’s existence.

“How did you know I liked this?”

“You mentioned it once several months ago when we were in a corner store you knew used to sell it. I believe you were bemoaning it no longer being there.”

Komaeda blinked. “I’m surprised you remember that.”

“You know my memory is perfect.”

“I suppose I do, I just don’t believe that is something worth remembering.”

Kamukura looked up at him and tilted his head again. “Why not?”

“I don’t see a reason for you needing to know my preferences.”

“I want to know them.”

Komaeda blinked again. “Why?”

“Is it not common to wish to know the preferences of the people you care about?” Kamukura had never directly said he cared about Komaeda before, though it was not exactly hidden. Still, given that he had never said it up until this point, Komaeda had been able to pretend that it wasn’t true. Why exactly he wanted to continue to pretend that, he wasn’t sure. Perhaps it was just easier that way.

“I’m not sure I’m the best person to ask,” he finally said rather quietly. “But thank you.”

“There is no reason to thank me.” Kamukura returned his focus to his notebook once again and they returned to the silence that they often sat in together. The sunlight outside was fading and there was not much light available in the room they were in, so eventually Kamukura closed the journal and stood to tuck it back into his bag. “You need to rest more.”

“The medicine is making me rather tired,” Komaeda said with a slight chuckle. Kamukura nodded once and wordlessly began helping Komaeda lay back down before sitting on the couch and letting Komaeda rest his head in his lap again, weaving his fingers into his hair once more. Komaeda couldn’t lie and say that the touch wasn’t comforting, nor could he say that it didn’t help take his mind off his leg just a bit. “Is Kamukura-sama going to sleep as well?”

“That is not your concern.”

“Is it not common to take note of what the people you care about are doing?”

Kamukura hummed a bit and didn’t say anything for a moment. “I will rest my eyes a bit, but I want to stay ready in case anything should happen.”

“Always paranoid.”

“A building collapsed on you earlier and I did not catch it.”

Komaeda rolled his eyes a bit as he nuzzled into Kamukura’s hand again. “You said it yourself that there was not much either of us could’ve done to have prevented it.”

“Perhaps not.”

“I will not tell Kamukura-sama what to do. but resting will not hurt you.” Kamukura just nodded once and started gently detangling Komaeda’s hair again, which was enough in combination with the medication to lull him to sleep.

#kmhnsecretexchange #submission #fanfiction #sfw #kamukoma #nagito komaeda #izuru kamukura #dr #dr3

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sashaforthewin · 1 year

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Fuck it, here is a very small excerpt from a long fic I'm hoping I'll someday actually finish and post. But just in case I never post the fic, I at least want to share this backstory because I think it was a pretty good one.

CW: period-typical homophobia and slur mention

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When Eddie saw his entire torso bare for the first time, completely uncovered from bandages, he lamented.

"Ah, no, my Hellfire demon!"

Only the bottom and very edge of his tattoo remained, the rest lost to the grotesque mass of flesh trying to knit itself together in any way it could. There were weird shiny stretched areas from skin grafts, and uneven lumpy areas from stitches and all of the tattoos on Eddie’s torso had taken damage of some sort, but he only focused on the hip tattoo.

"Probably can't even get this redone if this skin isn't gonna smooth out."

"Look, I know that club was important to you but-"

"-This wasn't a tattoo of a club logo, Steve; the club had a logo of my tattoo. Look, I know I'm being way too pissy about this but this was my first tattoo and it meant a lot to me.

"You know those little chick tracks religious people hand you? Just little zines basically but with absolute nonsense judgemental over-the-top Christian crap in them. Well, so obviously I am like a prime target for people trying to 'save me' or whatever, so I get handed them all the time. But one day this guy just started harassing me and wouldn't fucking let up. He's yelling at me and following me for blocks and finally I got fed up and turned around to tell him off and he gives me this chick track called Hellfire, which I thought was a pretty fucking cool title, actually, and it was all about how Dungeons and Dragons was summoning actual demons and turning the kids gay and making them like heavy metal and wear jewelry and grow their hair out and all this other badass shit. Like, this list was basically everything that makes me me, and there was this actually really badass drawing of a demon and the guy just wouldn't stop so I told him he was entirely right and that a demon made me this way and then I walked right over to the tattoo parlor to get the demon from the chick track tattooed on my arm.

"But then when I got in there and showed the asshole working there, he said 'you gonna get this somewhere cool or somewhere faggy like your hip' so I said 'faggy hip' obviously because fuck that guy, too. It was my first real step to sort of claiming my body for myself and specifically choosing to be the things about me that everyone wanted me to hide or not be. So, yeah, Hellfire chick track demon on my hip."

Steve watched Eddie, imagining all of this happening, and his heart broke for what he'd had to go through in life just for being authentically himself.

Unable to think of how to respond, Steve kneeled down and very gently kissed the very bottom of the Hellfire demon tattoo that remained, careful to not touch any of the angry scarred skin.

"Stevie, that is real sweet and all but also I'm gonna need you to knock it off unless you want to change your mind about the no-fooling-around-in-the-hospital rule."

"Sorry."

"Never apologize for kneeling in front of me. But also, get up, I don't want to have an erection in front of Blanche when she comes back in."

Blushing more than he thought himself possible, Steve got up and tried to calm down. He hadn't really thought about what he was doing until he was doing it, but once it was pointed out to him, Steve realized he was in over his head. He didn't know how to do any of this stuff with guys.

But he's not a guy, he's Eddie. He isn't some random man, he's Steve's favorite person. And besides, they had already agreed to have no expectations about sexual activity. Obviously he knew he had just gotten close to blow job territory, but Steve wasn't sure if that was why he was feeling a bit hot; if the tension was why, or if he was just nervous about the situation. But once again he remembered this was Eddie, not just some guy, and he decided that he would at some point try to give a blowjob. Definitely not in the hospital, though. Probably not in the hospital.

Steve snapped back to the present and watched Eddie examine the rest of his torso, trying to will away the erection he had at some point gotten while thinking of blowing Eddie.

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#steddie fic #steve/eddie #steddie #fic excerpt #mind the warnings

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masivechaos · 2 years

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YOU CAN CRY

James Potter x fem! reader

Request: yes / no

Synopsis: Y/n had a hard time lately and she can't fake being happy in front of her boyfriend anymore

Warning/content: fluff, a little self-doubt, crying feeling sad blah blah

a.n.: 1k words- just a comfort fic because I had a mental breakdown for no reason.

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Y/n sank into James’ bed, her head on his pillow. She took a deep breath, it smells like him, and closed her eyes; she was so exhausted. She just had a terrible week; she got a D in transfiguration and a P in charms after having a tiring month and struggling to study. She argued with her parents about a story of a holiday that she didn’t even get and for the final straw all this stress made her forget about her sixth month anniversary with James two days ago and she felt really guilty.

Even before that she felt like her weeks were exhausting with little incidents like this or just mental breakdowns for- she didn’t know why but after keeping bottled up her emotions for months, this past week was too much.

She waited for James to come back from a quidditch practice. She knew his presence will make her feel better but she didn’t want to let him know about her current mood, she hated being vulnerable in front of people. She thought that she could just smile and pretend to just want to hang out with him for no particular reason.

She raised her head at the sound of the door opening, the dorm being empty she didn’t think it could be her boyfriend, his practice was supposed to last longer. So, she thought that faking a joyful expression wasn’t necessary. “Y/n?” fuck. It was James and from the voice intent, she could tell that he saw the pout on her face.

He sat next to her and placed a hand on her shoulder “You are okay sweetheart?” he asked her softly, she smiled in answer and nodded “Yeah” he frowned and got closer to her “Don’t lie to me. Please.” She avoided his stare a knot forming in her throat.

“I- I’m sorry…” she took a deep breath and sat up, looking up at him. “Why do you apologize for honey?” he whispered, he saw the tears on the verge of her eyes “Hey… You can cry, it’s okay to fold sometimes” at his words she let out all the sobs she kept for months.

Her shoulders shaking, he hugged her warmly and kissed her hairline “You can’t keep your emotions bottled up forever.” She tried to hide her face with her hands but James grabbed her wrists “Don’t hide. It’s okay.” He kissed her cheeks to dry her tears.

“What happened?” he asked her as he drew circles in her back. She breathed heavily, a few new cries leaving her mouth “Shitty week” he placed his arm under her legs and the other behind her neck before carrying her bridal style to replace her on the sheets and dropped off a blanket over her.

James laid down next to Y/n and caressed her cheek “Want to talk about it?” she let her head fall on his chest “Yeah, I think I need to.” He kissed her forehead “You’re brave.” He told her but she lifted and titled her head “Why would I be?” he smiled at her softly and got under the blanket with her “Because I know that it’s hard for you to talk about how you feel so you’re brave to accept. I’m proud.”

She felt relieved to have someone she could trust, of course, she knew that James we’ll be there for her but after staying alone with her thoughts for so long, the reminder seemed good.

She blushed and smiled “Here’s the pretty smile that I love so much” James said, he pocked her cheek as she whined. Her face dropped and she opened her mouth but no sound came out “Hey… Take as much time as you want” he reassured.

Her tears came back at how sweet he was “I don’t deserve you-” he didn’t let her finish her sentence “Stop! You deserve everything Y/n” she kept crying, she definitely needed to feel like someone cared about her. “Don’t doubt about yourself”

She nuzzled in his neck “But- I forgot our anniversary…” he shook his head “I’ve already told you, it’s fine. I observed how stressed you were, I understand that you didn’t think about it.” She started to protest “Please. Don’t you worry”

She didn’t know what to say, she felt so grateful. “Did something else happened?” she nodded and put her head on his chest. She told him about everything that made her heart heavy during the last weeks and as much as she wanted she couldn’t stop sobbing. “Take a deep breath” he instructed her when she struggled to breathe.

He looked in Y/n's eyes until she calmed down “Have I ever told you how perfect you are?” he asked with a smirk. “Er… Every day?” she shrugged. He laughs “Here’s the Y/n I know.” He ruffled her hair.

“You know you can talk to me whenever you want?” she nodded “Y/n.” he lifted her chin “I mean it.” She glanced down “I know” she bit on her bottom lip as she spoke. He brushed his thumb over her mouth to tug her lip. “You’re so pretty Y/n” he watched her in awe

She was red now and when she tried to hide her blush he stopped her “And even more right now” she let out a ‘Stooooop’ muffled as she planted her face against his torso. After a few minutes of staying like this, his arms around her, in comfortable silence, she propped herself on her elbows so her face was in front of his.

“You have a very kissable face. You’re like so cute, look at those cheeks” She told him. He chuckled loudly “Why don’t you just kiss me instead of talking.” She crashed her lips on hers, it was a sweet, reassuring kiss. A kiss that told them they’ll always be present for each other.

“By the way,” she said after pulling away “I didn’t tell you but you stink.” He laughed “Hey- I just came from a practice!” he faked a pout but finished by cracking a smile “Pfff you’re horrible with me.” She pecked his lips “I love you too but just take a shower, big boy.”

#james x y/n #harry potter #fluff #marauders #remus lupin #sirius black #the marauders era #james potter #lily evans #marauders era #moony and prongs #moony #padfoot #prongs #james x reader #james x you #james fleamont potter

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lichfucker · 6 months

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to cross running water is a very intriguing title i would like to know more <3

g-d okay so tcrw is my behemoth black sails canon retelling where everything is the same except flint is a vampire

thomas was also a vampire but miranda is human. she's flint's only food source because he has a whole Thing about not drinking from his crew (partially because he doesn't want anyone to KNOW that he's a vampire, and partially because drinking someone's blood releases this sort of aphrodisiac venom that makes it feel Really Really Good to the human so that they're more willing to let you drink their blood again and flint is. closeted. lmao. he's in the gay closet AND the vampire closet)

I plan to alternate back and forth between miranda's pov and flint's pov until miranda dies, and from there I'm not sure if I should introduce silver's pov as well or just ride it out to the end in flint's pov

this was the first black sails fic I started writing but it's such a huge undertaking. I started hagfic to avoid working on it lmao

g-d okay I spent way too long trying to decide on an excerpt to share so just. here you go:

“—with his teeth!”

“The fucking accountant?”

“Sounds like a load of shit if you ask me.”

“Good thing nobody asked you, then.”

“We’re really talking about Dufresne? That whiny little bitch with a face like a fat tit?”

“Don’t say that too loud or it’ll be your throat he’s chomping out next.”

“Boys—Mr. Dufresne is our brother, and he fought valiantly today, by any means necessary, protecting your lives and the lives of everyone else on this crew. So if I’m gonna hear you speaking about him, it’ll be with the respect he’s earned. Am I understood?”

“Sorry, Billy.”

“Yeah, all right, sorry.”

“I heard he drank up the blood, the madman. That’s the real nuts, ain’t it?”

“Maybe he’s a proper pirate after all.”

Flint doesn’t even realize he’d stopped walking until he meets his boatswain’s eyes emerging from the mess. He tries his best to look as though he hadn’t been eavesdropping, but some stray concern must remain fixed in his brow, because Billy offers him an appeasing nod and a simple, “The men love a good story; you know how it is,” before he continues on his way.

The question of the story’s truth withers on Flint’s tongue. Likely it’s exaggerated, but to what degree Flint cannot say. It doesn’t matter, really: it’s true if they believe it. How they feel about it, though, that’s the real measure. Flint doesn’t linger long enough to hear if the awe will give way to disgust, can’t much stomach the thought of standing stupidly by the door to hear his men condemn or commend their crewmate sinking his teeth into another man’s throat, tearing it out, lapping up the blood. The scorn and the approval sicken him alike.

Flint returns to his cabin, hoping perhaps to bolt the door and sit staring at his maps until the ink runs and none of it makes sense anymore, until nothing can penetrate the pulsing red haze that fills the space between his brain and his skull. He’s aware, vaguely, that his stomach feels wretchedly empty, but to swallow down a mouthful of blood—even the rich, sweet gift from Miranda—seems an insurmountable task.

But none of that bears fruit anyway, because when he opens the door, it’s to find Mr. Dufresne poring over the books for what Flint is sure must be the dozenth time since the battle concluded. The sound nearly startles the poor boy out of his skin; Mr. Dufresne whips his head up to meet Flint’s eyes as though each footstep were cannon fire. Between the haunted expression and the spare flake of dried blood on his chin, Flint is relieved of all doubt about what exactly Mr. Dufresne endured today.

“My apologies, Captain,” Dufresne says, “I was just finishing up—”

“It’s no matter, Mr. Dufresne.” Flint takes his seat opposite Dufresne, offers him a compassionate smile. “I understand why one might bury himself in work to avoid facing the rabid throng of his crewmates; even their support may be overwhelming.”

Dufresne appears flummoxed—bashful, even. He looks so young.

“From what I’ve heard, the men are impressed,” Flint says. He pauses for effect before he adds, “As am I.”

#verdanthoney #bluh bluh #tcrw tag

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kittybells-writes · 2 months

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AO3 Masterpost

Your guide to everything I've written & posted on AO3!

I will define its rating with the color that matches for example. if my fic is rated E, it will be colored as such. due to not having access to yellow anymore for some reason, blue is now teen rated.

as of right now, all of my non-yellowjackets fics are posted so that you need an account to see them, due to the ai scrapers.

sorted by fandom, alphabetically, if it shares a fandom I will put the secondary fandom in brackets before the genre. things that aren't smut/pwp will be given a genre after the title that'll be in parentheses!

I will also put pairings in {these brackets} for relationships, both platonic and romantic/sexual, defined by the & and / tagging system on ao3.

Beetlejuice

one is the loneliest number [Wednesday] (fluff)

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

make me move like a freak {Faith/Buffy}

alley way play {Vamp!Willow/Faith}

D.E.B.S. (2004)

a kinky kidnapping {Amy/Lucy}

Doki Doki Literature Club

I hear your heart beat beat to the beat of the drums {Natsuki/Sayori}

I'm so hot I'd fuck myself {Monika/Monika}

Five Nights at Freddy's

join us and die [Hatchetfieldverse] (hurt/no comfort)

Heathers

veronica gets a motorbike and rides up to seattle {Veronica/Chandler} (some plot)

Scream

fear and panic in the air, I want to be free

I might kill my ex {Billy/Reader}

Spider Verse

I wanna fuck you like an animal, I wanna feel you from the inside {Miguel/Reader}

let me go home, I'm too far away from where you are, I wanna come home (fluff/angst) {Gwen & Miles}

sweet little unforgettable thing {Miguel/Reader}

Stranger Things

darling you're so pretty it hurts {Chrissy/Robin}

"do not enter" is written on the doorway (hurt/comfort)

eleven is bleeding (hurt/comfort?)

hellfur club (angst/hurt/comfort) {Steve/Eddie}

I can see clearly, now the rain is gone (hurt/comfort)

I tried to find a cure for the pain (hurt/comfort)

I've been hiding these feelings for so long (self discovery, fluff, hurt/comfort)

I will always write back {Steve/Eddie}

strip truth or truth {Chrissy/Robin}

tw: gay (bonding/fluff!)

you're the first to fight, I know something's wrong (hurt/comfort)

The Sex Life of College Girls

don't cry, don't cry [T] {Tatum/Leighton} (angst)

I'm breaking the habit tonight {Alicia/Leighton} (angst) Wednesday

I love my dog as much as I love you {Wednesday & Enid) (agere/fluff)

cry me a river {Wednesday & Enid) (hurt/comfort)

I'll hold your hand if you want me to {Xavier & Tyler} (hurt/comfort)

Yellowjackets (2021)

a light in the crack between your thighs {Lottie/Nat}

all along there was some invisible string {Jackie & Shauna} (fluff?)

all the other girls are thinner, so she makes you skip dinner {Jackie & Shauna} (hurt/comfort)

baby it's halloween, and we could be anything {Lottie/Nat} (fluff)

better run faster than the bullet {Van & Nat} (hurt/comfort)

big doe eyed, amazing {Jackie/Shauna} (petplay)

did you miss me? oh come and kiss me {Jackie/Shauna}

for you, there'll be no more crying; for you, the sun will be shining {Jackie & Shauna} (fluff)

help me find myself {Jackie & Nat} (fluff?)

hold me up, tie me down {Lottie/Nat} (fluff??/nx kink)

I apologize for skipping any tracks, it's just the last guy that played me left a couple cracks {Jackie & Shauna} (hurt/comfort)

I can't really explain it, I'm so into you {Jackie/Shauna}

I can't remember to forget you {Jackie & Shauna} (hurt/no comfort)

I'd throw a thousand parties and never be sorry if you'd walk through my door {Lottie/Nat} (fluff)

if it feels good it can't be bad {Lottie/Nat/Everyone?} (adult tl)

I gave your boyfriend cunnilingus on my couch {Shauna/Nat} (t4t) I like how you look when you really beg {Lottie/Nat} (ws)

I'll dance with my hands above my head {Crystal/Misty Quigley}

I'm coming home {Jackie/Shauna} (fluff)

I'm feeling sexual, so we should be sexual {Nat/Misty}

in the land of gods and monsters, you were an angel {Lottie/Nat}

it's not my fault you're like in love with me [T] {Jackie/Shauna} (drama, slow burn)

I wanna get in trouble, I wanna start a fight {Shauna/Lottie} (angst)

I want you all to myself {Lottie/Nat}

I wish I knew you wanted me {Lottie/Shauna + Jackie/Shauna} (hurt/no comfort)

I would take a bullet for you just to prove my love, only to find out you are the one holding the gun {Jackie & Shauna} (hurt/comfort)

jet set bonnie and clyde {Van/Tai} (additional angst)

know it's for the better {Nat/Lottie} (angst)

like real people do {Jackie/Shauna} (angst)

long story short I survived {Lottie/Nat} (adult tl porn w feelings)

losing sleep every night, keep trying to cover my eyes {Lottie} (agere hurt/no comfort)

love became the high that's the drug and not the pill {Lottie & Nat} (whump)

love you to the moon and to saturn {Shauna & Callie} (hurt/comfort)

now the pain is for pleasure, 'cause nothing can measure {Shauna/Jackie/Lottie}

on her knees like religion {Lottie/Nat} (a/b/o)

one hour, two bottles and straight to the hotel {Lottie/Nat} (ws)

to me, you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny {Lottie/Shauna} (emotions?)

we were built to fall apart {Lottie/Laura Lee} (angst, adult tl)

when I think about you I touch myself {Tai/Van + Misty?)

why don't you lay down and sleep, shauna {Lottie & Shauna / Shauna & Jackie} (hurt/no comfort)

wish you were here right now, all of the things I'd do {Jackie/Nat} (phone sex)

you drew stars around my scars {Lottie/Nat or Lottie & Nat} (fluff/agere)

you wanna fuck me right now, you wanna see me on my knees {Jackie/Shauna}

#housekeeping #ao3 #writing #kitty writes #kitty talks

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