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prettybabybaby · 1 year

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content: stepcest (use of "brother" and "sister"), stepbrother!regulus, stepbrother!sirius, fem!reader, unprotected sex, breeding

a/n: found this in my drafts.... dk why i didn't post it

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Regulus persists, rutting into you with desperation, cock starved of attention and stimulation. He has an iron grip on your hips, holding you in place when you try to thrash out of his grip at the sight of Sirius. His eyes are almost blank, darkened with lust, pupils blown almost comically as he chases his high, using your body to do so.

Sirius stares on, breathing in the scent of sex that fills your frilly bedroom. He crosses his arms, watching Regulus with an amused smirk. His eyes fall on you covering your face with embarrassment but your pathetic squeaks and moans continue, shamelessly loud and almost pornographic. Your cheeks burn red like Regulus’, blush high and painting the canvases of your pretty faces.

Your parents hadn’t been out of the house in far too long. Regulus had begun to lose patience, but he had to hold off on playing with his sweet sister to avoid suspicion of his sinful urges he couldn’t help but act upon. And you let him so easily. Despite your protests and weak fighting, you melted into him, obeying his every command to spread your legs wide or open your mouth, flip onto your back, and prep your little holes for his cock to nestle itself into, abusing you until he was satisfied – or you were interrupted.

This time, though, there was no stopping his eager humping into your fluttering pussy. Not even the presence of your brother standing by the door, entering with confident steps. He swung the door closed behind him as he approached the creaking bed, eyes raking your sweating bodies. Regulus adjusted his hold, pinning you to the bed even more painfully. You whined, trying to cover your body from the preying gazes of your brothers.

“Couldn’t resist, Reggie?” Sirius spoke. “Y’playing with our sweet sister all alone?” Sirius’ ringed fingers danced across your exposed chest, meanly twisting a nipple before he pried your hands from your face. “Don’t play shy, slut. You’re letting your brother fuck you silly and you think you can be shy?” he tsks.

Regulus grunts as the dams of your eyes break, sending a river of tears down your rouge cheeks. He tries to thrust even harder, push himself even deeper into you, moving your hips up and down to meet his stuttering hips in his attempt to do so. You slide up and down the pillow where your head rests, hair tangling and back sliding against the soft bed sheets.

Sirius’ fingers glide downwards, gathering a pinch of regulus’ curly pubic hair and pulling meanly. Regulus makes a sound at the pleasurable pain, digging his nails onto your hips before pinning you down, slamming into you, almost like he was trying to mold you and the soaked sheets into one.

“Move,” Sirius says, “I wanna play, too.”

Regulus slows but doesn’t pull out, giving his brother a displeased look. Sirius looks back, raising a perfectly shaped brow as he touches up Regulus’ sweaty chest, circling his hardened pink nipples. Regulus’ hips stutter but he pulls out, mourning your warmth instantly. His cock is fully erect, angry, and red, wet with slick and come. He moves aside, grazing your wet thighs as he parts.

Sirius takes his place, laughing meanly as he gathers the juices on his fingers. Your pussy’s throbbing, clit engorged and jumping in excitement. Pearly spunk drips in thick beads and you crave to push it back in, push your brother deep into your womb. “Look at you two,” Sirius laughs. “Fucking each other like virgins. Desperate dogs.” You and Regulus burn brighter in humiliation, a bubblegum pink covering every inch of skin on your face.

You can see the slight grinding of Regulus’ hips against the blankets holding up his cock. You almost whine in jealousy of the inanimate object. Your attention was brought back to Sirius when he slipped a come-coated finger into your sensitive little hole, swirling and curling it as he spoke.

“You really let him come inside you?” Sirius chided, “that’s filthy. Are the poor puppies so desperate they fuck their own siblings?”

You sob and Regulus begins to thrust into the blanket. You reach for him, shaking your head pathetically, begging him not fuck anything but you.

“You want his disgusting cum so badly?” Sirius laughs again, “you want him to fill you with his babies, huh?”

You close your eyes as you nod, “please, please.” you feel so empty, cold from the lack of your brother's hard ruts and warm spent painting your insides.

“You’ve had enough of Reggie, don’t you think?” Sirius begins to pull down the waistband of his pajamas, letting his own aching prick spring free. You stare at it, looking from the leaking head of Sirius’ cock to Regulus’. “Do you want my babies, too?”

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blissfullyapillow · 1 month

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┃"I’ve missed you."

✧˖°. Blade x fem reader

✧˖°. wc: 1,393~

✧˖°. Prompt: When a character desperately misses their partner after being apart for far too long.

✧˖°. Warnings: smut/explicit (18+) & poetic cheesiness lol

✧˖°. Pillow Talks: I need Blade so badly.ᐟ.ᐟ Anyway, I’ve returned (temporarily) to deliver something that’s been sitting in my drafts for far too long now. I hope you enjoy .ᐟ (,,>ヮ<,,) <3

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Credits: @/sillyakito on pinterest

The first time I heard Blade murmur “I’ve missed you,” I thought I’d imagined it. Blade is not someone who openly expresses his thoughts and feelings through words, rather he prefers to portray his feelings through meaningful actions.

I quickly realized I hadn’t imagined the shy words that left his lips, since his sharp eyes reflected uncertainty when they met my gaze.

I wasted no time pulling him into my arms, just so I could whisper my response against the shell of his ear.

“I missed you too.”

𓆩♡𓆪

Now it’s become something of a routine. Every reunion I celebrate with Blade, typically after one too many nights away from the comfort of his arms, the first words out of his mouth are always the same.

“I missed you.”

Those words never fail to warm my heart.

To reiterate; although Blade has his moments, he tends to favor action over words. So, it feels all too natural when innocent touches shift to something akin to a burning flame that lights my skin ablaze.

𓆩♡𓆪

The familiar caress of his rough palms cease in favor of gently lowering me beneath him. Now, I lay before him on my back as his imposing figure hovers over me. Eyes redder than the leaves on a maple tree hold my gaze. He conveys the ardent passion that resides within them through the fierce grip he has on my hip.

His intense gaze threatens to steal more than just my breath; my heart yearns to make a home in his rugged palms, my body surrenders to the eager strokes of his fingers along my inner thigh, all while my soul craves nothing more than to be forever intertwined with his, if only to experience his love in every life of mine.

His hand releases my hip so his arm can wrap around me, pulling both my body and my lips into his expectant embrace.

He takes his time to savor the taste of my lips. I feel the muscles within his arm tense. His body curls over mine as if he’s about to fall, yet his free hand rests beside my head to support his weight.

His lips release mine from its tantalizing captivity. A desperate gasp escapes his lips; my eyes eagerly open to witness his strained breaths and flushed cheeks.

I feel the muscles in his arm flex, the sensation eliciting a noise of surprise from me.

He smirks.

A well known sight that never fails to set my heart ablaze.

He lowers himself to press his weight against me, his free hand moves to rest on my lower back, flattening his palm against my feverish skin.

His mouth makes a slow descent, languidly savoring the taste of my skin as it memorizes every dip and curve. His lips linger on every mark and scar he happens upon, pressing endearingly long kisses against them.

The attention my body is receiving borders on being too much to bear. My heart hurts; it’s a surreal feeling, to be held so delicately, as if everything he’s ever come to love is held within his strong, unrelenting grip.

“I love you.” The words sound strained coming from my lips, perhaps due to the tears that wet my lashes.

His flattened palm moves, unhurried, ascending from my back to my face before it cups my cheek.

"love.. that word isn't enough to express how I feel about you."

Our kiss tastes a bit salty; his heartfelt admission broke the dam that held my tears at bay.

His mouth is reluctant to leave mine, avidly pursuing after my attempt to part for air.

I submit to the heady emotions Blade’s actions and words impose upon me, succumbing to everything that is Blade.

It’s… intoxicating.

My body burns with the passion Blade’s love inflicts upon me. His arm firmly holds me in place to prevent any possible chance I have of escaping.

Not that I’d ever want to flee; I find the very thought abhorrent.

When he's finally satiated, temporarily, his mouth pulls away. I desperately gasp in an attempt to acquire the oxygen my lungs have been denied.

I struggle to open my eyes, lost in my desire for the man holding me so close to his heart. Even so, my eyes reveal themselves as they naturally search for his gaze.

I’m met with an alluring sight.

His eyes are intently focused on my every move, devouring every subtle twitch of my muscles with his fervid stare.

It nearly causes me to shy away.

He dips his head, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. In almost an inaudible murmur, with the deepest voice I’ve heard from him to date, he groans.

“Tell me what you want, baby."

An embarrassing high pitched whine leaves my lips.

When the sound reaches Blade's ears, he emits another deep groan as his hips hotly buck against mine.

Unbeknownst to me, the sound of my desperate whine only stoked the fires of the urgent zeal that threatens to consume his very being; He’s afraid he’ll perish if he can’t savor the taste of his heart’s desire this instant.

So, with a newfound sense of urgency, he murmurs his question once more.

“Tell me what you want, baby."

My answer is so immediate I almost talk over him.

“You.”

A loud, breathy whine escapes me as his hand swiftly moves from my cheek to my thigh, effortlessly lifting my leg to rest upon his shoulder. His arm finally releases me from his firm grasp to lift my other leg onto his unoccupied shoulder.

Now, both my legs rest upon his shoulders as he cages me beneath him.

He unhurriedly drags his mouth down the expanse of my torso, playfully nipping at my skin as he travels to his destination. Now, between my legs, he presses a lingering kiss to my inner thigh. I jolt with a start when I feel his tongue lap at my arousal.

𓆩♡𓆪

I’m a moaning mess under him moments later, and his muffled grunts fuel my longing for him.

“Fuck, you turn me on so much with the noises you make,” he groans, thrusting his hips up into mine. I whimper softly, caging him in as my legs wrap tightly around his waist.

“Look at me.”

His request surprises me, but I’d be a fool to deny him. With great effort I open my eyes to look at him, and the rapture within his gaze captivates me like no other.

“Kiss me.”

His simple statement sends an electrifying jolt to my heart.

My lips are drawn to his like a magnet; our lips create a tight seal as his hips follow a relentless rhythm against mine.

I have no control over my voice as we reach our climax together. He holds me close, so close I can feel his heart pound against my own racing heart.

Blade slowly fills me up to the brim.

I swear nothing I’ve experienced prior has ever felt more satisfying.

Our tired bodies heave in unison as we catch our breath. Blade dips his head down to rest his forehead against mine.

I admire him as his chest slows its previous rapid rise and fall.

Aeons. He’s a sight for sore eyes.

His love presents itself in the soft smile on his lips, in the tender way his hand cups my cheek as he, too, admires my features. It manifests in the way he reaches over for the glass of water he kept nearby for this very moment.

The water slides down my throat with ease, it’s as rejuvenating as it is refreshing.

“I missed you.” His voice is a little hoarse, brimming with an uncharacteristic amount of emotion.

My hands delicately brush his hair aside.

He hums quietly, expressing his content with my actions.

“I’ve missed you too.” My voice drips with emotion, and Blade emits a pleased sound at this revelation. A soft noise of appreciation slips from my lips when he shifts his position so we can cuddle comfortably.

Sleep finds us easily that night. It acts as a warm blanket, while our dreams are the pillows beneath our heads.

Yet, the love I feel in my heart derives solely from the man sleeping in my arms.

Blade, the man who cherishes the heart that he holds so tenderly in his hands.

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bonefall · 3 months

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again looking over the reworked history what the hell happened with Ripwater, I wanna know. What *was* that? How did Riverclan kill it?

Oooooh, quite a request! Ripwater, Queen of the Lake, one of the episodes of BB!Po3!

Ripwater is a Wels Catfish, the largest freshwater fish in Europe. The biggest specimen EVER caught was just landed last year, in 2023, 9.4 feet long. It wasn't weighed, but smaller fish than this one have broken 300 pounds.

And it's not a good thing that we're catching so many big ones.

Wels catfish are extremely invasive across most of Europe, introduced for anglers who want to land record-setting catches. They're massive, intelligent carnivores, sometimes called the "freshwater orca" because they will lunge out of the water to catch land prey. They DESTROY the population of anything big enough to fit in its terrible mouth, including fish, amphibians, and even turtles.

They get that big from a mix of constant food and hot temperature. It's a sign that they're devastating their surroundings, and that nothing has been able to kill them for the decades it takes to get so large.

So of course, some dunderhead put them in British rivers, where they've been spreading upwards ever since. Thankfully they thrive better where it's warmer, so they're not too massive of a threat to BB's modeled regions in Northwestern England, but they're fucking coming.

Ripwater's name isn't an exaggeration. That's how they hunt. They gape their jaw and beat their fins like dragons, creating eddies and currents that suck their hapless prey in. When RiverClan names her, it's because they see her ripping the water in half. I was thinking about her recently, and came up with some new stuff. I'll take a brief break from my drafts to serve up some fragments for you.

[A gray cat with blue eyes, Lakepaw, later BB!Lakeheart, swims in bluegreen water surrounded by lilypads. Below her is the massive shadow of Ripwater, a gigantic Wels Catfish. Its eyes flash in the depths.]

SMALL RECAP OF BB!PO3: (to set the stage)

It is now a breather arc, just dedicated to some worldbuilding!

I feel pretty strongly that Po3's strength is how AWESOME of a slice-of-life arc it could have been. To this end, I removed the Kin of your Kin prophecy from it, until it's revealed only at the very end just before Cruel Season.

That's so I can focus on The Three and their adventures around the lake, without this big prophecy looming over them and making the lower-stakes conflicts look small.

Instead, the various episodes of Po3 are related to problems that their new home presents, with just a teeny bit of Sol's magical influence to spice things up.

While Lionpaw learns about the "meaning of strength" and ultimately learns a terrible lesson he will extend to his kits, and Jaypaw finds his limits and learns to prevent others from defining them for him, Hollypaw is grappling with Fire Alone and how to reconcile her grandfather's legacy with her strict dedication to the Warrior Code.

And SO we find ourselves in one of the earliest episodes of BB!Po3; Ripwater the River Demon. This is like... episode 3 or 4, it's a REALLY early one.

I'm just shuffling it around with ANOTHER RiverClan-centric episode; the Shinewater Plague. The oilspill from TNP is now going to be bumped up to Po3 so it's more about establishing Mothwing and her apprentice Willowpaw, to contrast Leafpool and her apprentice Hollypaw, before Holly swaps to being a warrior. Jaypaw completes warrior training before becoming a Cleric apprentice.

So I don't want them to be TOO close together. Maybe put Ripwater in Book 2 and have RiverClan comment that they don't really want to ask for help because of the last big event, Mistystar hates feeling indebted to ThunderClan.

After all, it could basically replace the "flood" episode from Canon Po3, which is often forgotten about anyway. I'm already having ShadowClan construct dams instead of RiverClan anyway...

ANYWAY RIPWATER

I want to start this episode off with Sol/Harry, who is unnamed, messing around near water. He has a bit of a fish motif going on that I want to establish, and I need to get him to start messing with the Clans good and early.

(Specifically his motif is going back and forth between the koi, also an invasive and notably domesticated species, and the atlantic salmon which is famous for its changing life cycle.)

The Wels Catfish is an invasive species to England, slowly making its way up the island from the South. The fish who will become Ripwater, at this point, is already HUGE but not cat-swallowing huge. She's an 80-pounder.

Sol hits her with some godly magic, which allows her to grow at a rapid rate.

The sort of thing where it wouldn't be COMPLETELY implausible. He just... helped it along.

When we get to her first true on-screen appearance interacting with RiverClan, she is nearly 300 pounds of monstrosity with a length of about 8 feet

I'm unsure how, exactly, ThunderClan comes to know of this. But I DO know that I want Hollypaw to be snooping, and heavily encouraged by her mentor Brackenfur to do so. So, somehow, SOMETHING starts going wrong across the lake and ThunderClan catches wind of it.

Thinking about it, this should probably be her first big action after swapping out of Cleric apprenticeship.

One of the few things she's missing about Clerichood is the way she could be close to Willowpaw without needing to sneak around so much. It's easier to just pass it off as "friendship" and "Clerics need to be close." Leafpool and Mothwing are a similar way.

Possibly work in that Hollypaw's also already seeing Heatherpaw in the tunnels, contrast the two things...

At this point, Hollypaw has a crush on Willowpaw, which is requited, but... it's kinda fading.

She still loves her like a friend, but she's liking Heatherpaw a lot more. It doesn't mean she doesn't CARE for Willowpaw, of course, but

Willowpaw is still IN love, and it's slowly becoming unrequited, when it didn't used to be.

And from RiverClan's POV...

The first disappearance is so sudden they have no idea what's happened. I'm planning for it to be Robinpaw.

(I go back and forth on if it's Robinpaw or Dapplepaw, but I'm leaning towards Robinpaw again, because I like Dapplenose too much to have her get killed off here.)

She went out clamming in the lake with her sisters, Lakepaw and Otterpaw, there was a swirl in the water, and that was it. She was gone.

Just like that.

She never came back up. RiverClan searched for her, following the currents, checking the shoreline, everything. It was like she vanished.

Mistystar is suspicious and doing everything in her power to figure out what happened, but... let's face it. It's the word of two apprentices, who were swimming alone, who swear Robinpaw just went under.

Misty JUST got done with the Shinewater Plague and isn't trying to make RiverClan look like it can't keep track of its own young. The most likely situation is that Robinpaw was sucked down by an undertow that the three of them were too inexperienced to recognize.

So... she's pretty adamant about not sharing this information until Robinpaw's body is found. Jaws Style. "We cannot let the other Clans be alarmed by this, else they might meddle in our affairs..."

(and she's still maybe a little paranoid that some snoop in another Clan is going to find out that Leopardstar wasn't killed by a rogue, y'know.)

I don't want it to be TOO much of a bloodbath, so I'm capping Ripwater's body count at three and just aiming for two deaths total.

I'm also going for a coincidence RiverClan is going to interpret as a pattern; this happens a lot, specifically, when they're hunting Freshwater Pearl Mussels.

Ripwater doesn't like the river as much as she likes the lake, but it has nothing to do with their clamming. They're just going to interpret it as such.

Anyway.

The next one she goes after was lucky. By some stroke, she opens her jaw, and the victim is able to grab onto something before they're sucked in. (Maybe toss in something here were it was Holly who was able to help save them.)

Since the WHOLE Po3 Apprentice Generation is going to be getting more focus, there needs to be more input from the RiverClan apprentices. Lakepaw and Otterpaw obviously need time here, but I also NEED to involve Ripplepaw, to establish how he's going to be seen as one of the strongest in RiverClan by OotS.

EDIT FROM THE FUTURE AS I FIGURED STUFF OUT:

It was Ripplepaw, Otterpaw, and their two mentors on a raft who were attacked next. They were fishing for mussels in a shallower part of the lake.

Otterpaw was tethered to the raft with a flax lead, so it wouldn't float off. Or just tugging it in her mouth. Either way she had a line.

When Ripwater attacks her, she is swallowed on the line like a worm on a hook

And it starts pulling the WHOLE RAFT down, just a crummy bundle of sticks

One of the mentors started shouting to cut the line, else it would drag all of them under, but Ripplepaw dives right down to beat its ass without telling them he's not gonna cut it

Hollypaw just rushed right in, didn't think about it, forgetting she was supposed to be trying to sneak around

Taking control as the natural leader she is, she ordered them to shut up and start pulling the opposite way

Underwater, Ripplepaw braced himself against the fish's lips, grabs Otter's tether, and YANKS

Abovewater, the adult warriors are pulling together, Holly grabs the raft and pulls too

Once their paws touch the bottom of the shallows it's over, one last HEAVE-HO and POP!

Otterpaw is FREE

And when it's finally known that the apprentices weren't mistaken, there's a monster in the water, THAT'S when the debate really starts up. Mistystar does NOT want ThunderClan meddling, and she'll already be pissed off that Hollypaw (and any OTHERS who tagged along with her, I wouldn't put it past Honeypaw to wriggle her little yellow butt into a later draft, or Lionpaw for his massive strength) witnessed something that's not her business.

There's a moment from canon I desperately want to keep; where Squirrelflight comes to fetch her daughter.

(more reason to just say this is replacing The Flood Episode from canon lmao)

It's such an interesting moment, and so forgotten. In a nutshell, Squilf is both furious and concerned that her kit went missing and meddled in another Clan's affairs, but... understands the impulse.

Because it's something she would have done.

So when she scolds Hollypaw, there's this aching feeling that she's scolding a younger version of herself. Calling her arrogant and disloyal, that an apprentice's opinions mean less, and that she needs to listen to "older and wiser" warriors within her own Clan.

In BB, I want to do something big with this. Firestar is the figurehead of Fire Alone, who encouraged Hollypaw's behavior through his deputy, Brackenfur, who he set as her mentor for a reason.

But Squirrelflight is being abused. By Brambleclaw.

This is one of the lowest points in Squirrelflight's life, and she is walking a line between self-worth, the warrior code, and her personal beliefs, just like her daughter is.

SO, since I'm already using Brambleclaw's enabling of Ashfur's physical abuse as one of the contributing factors to Hollyleaf's descent, I ALSO want to show how he acts on other characters.

Brambleclaw, Clan Culture, the pressures of their strength-obsessed social system. So it's gotta be Squirrelflight that reminds her, or even plants the seed in her head;

"What you did isn't consistent with the Warrior Code."

Maybe even have Mistystar herself state this earlier, to be echoed by Squirrelflight, offering an alternate perspective to Hollypaw. Make her realize that ThunderClan's political leanings are not universal or even popular.

But when Hollypaw comes back to ThunderClan, whoever set her to be a snoop wants her to spill the beans. This is also a big WIP part, as Hollypaw struggles with if she's going to obey or not, and I still need to set all the political "players" in this moment.

I know for sure, though, that Firestar's IMMEDIATE desire is to meddle like it's an episode of Scooby-Doo. Though he's savvy enough to be smart about how he phrases it and what actions he takes, his ultimate goal is to put his little cheeto-dust paws all over this. And Hollypaw is starting to question how appropriate that actually is.

This is where it starts to really be a rip in Holly's mind. Clans aren't JUST big, blanket groups with united opinions, they're collections of individuals. Mistystar doesn't want meddling, but Willowpaw is in danger. Otterpaw and Lakepaw went all that time without being believed, after they watched their sister die, because they're lowly apprentices like her. Squirrelflight and Brambleclaw are angry and disappointed, while Firestar and Brackenfur are secretly lathering her in praise.

Now imagine me standing in front of a big board where I'm writing ??? because there's a missing chunk here.

I need to connect THIS part to what comes next, which is where ThunderClan DOES come in and help out. Here's the thought process going on in RiverClan;

Willowpaw comes in to do something important. She adores Hollypaw, knows her value as a Cleric, and knows that StarClan can sway Mistystar.

I want her to have a couple of pieces of a vision... BUT. She decides to interpret it in a way that's convenient, and add a few details.

It's not a tooootal lie lmao. It's just 75% true.

This is the true power of Clerics, when they realize it. No one can actually challenge them without just ignoring them or stripping them of power. They are accountable to StarClan alone.

A mentor simply doesn't say this out loud to their apprentice. It's a quiet secret. And Willowpaw just realized it.

and thinking about it... this should be the thing that finally breaks the budding romance Holly and Willow had. Holly is sickened by this, when Willow confesses how she convinced RiverClan to work with ThunderClan.

But, without even being a full Warrior, the apprentice leverages her power as Cleric of RiverClan, and 200 skill points of Improv Acting, to tell them these things;

"StarClan is so angry with us that they've sent a hog to the water! It's why they've sent a ThunderClan apprentice, we must work with them to eliminate the beast that lurks in our waters. With spears and plans, we must hunt it honorably!"

(Mistystar is defensive, but it's not known why) "We haven't disobeyed StarClan in any way. We'd already accepted their help once before, when sickness drove us to weakness, and it's only let them think they can disrespect our borders as they please. This can't be the holy will of our ancestors."

"It's-- We've been disrespecting this bountiful new land that they've so generously given us. That's what the pile of shells in my dream was. Think about it! The last attack was on the shore where we collect mussels. The second attack was on a cat latched to a raft, and it was only the tether that saved them. And the first..."

IVE GOT AN IDEA, Robin, Lake, and Otter WEREN'T clamming when they were attacked. She gestures over to Lake, knowing that if she doesn't back her up, the theory crumbles.

(Otter is in the Cleric's den, unconscious.)

Lake hesitates, not wanting to lie. Willow jumps back in,

"It's why Otterpaw was attacked," does those little jazz-hands to be like 'come in bitch work with me,' "And it's why Lakepaw has to be involved in killing it, to end what she started, and appease StarClan."

Lakepaw more like I LIKE-what-you-just-saidpaw, "It's true, we were so ashamed to admit it, Mistystar, this is all MY fault, I wanted my siblings to dig up mussels, PLEASE let me atone by stabbing the fish to death"

AND AFTER THAT IT'S NOODLIN' TIME

Mistystar, begrudgingly, accepts Firestar's help, or perhaps reaches out to him. Ripwater is a "Hog in the Lake," a beast too big for them to kill honorably on their own.

ThunderClan is the ONLY Clan that uses spears, and only for boar hunts. To protect themselves and to give their quarry a quicker death.

No other Clan touches weapons for dishonor reasons, as they're heavily associated with the demon Shredtail.

I should have Willowpaw explain her half-truth to Hollypaw here, and it's where Hollypaw just... so very suddenly can't look at Willowpaw the same way.

Jaypaw would definitely face an ableist moment from someone, but it's going to have to be one of those times where he accepts that there IS a very real limit to his ability here. Spears are range-weapons and his whiskers don't reach that far. He can't tell where he's stabbing, and the water is going to make it too hard to smell where Ripwater's dangerous mouth is. He can't be chosen for this hunt.

Meanwhile Lionpaw learns from Willowpelt how to make a spear and it is one of the most satisfying things he's ever done in his life, he's like "this is so awesome oh my god i love weapons"

just gently setting up that he's going to eventually become ThunderClan's head of hunting, and also that he's a lil violent

I feel like him and Lakepaw should hit it off a little because they both think the idea of stabbing a fish in the face is super cool, only for someone to growl at them that they shouldn't be enjoying themselves so much

Maybe Blackclaw, fuck that guy

(absolute tangent but BB!Lionblaze is kind of evolving into a little dork and I love that for him. Local himbo only capable of making friends or enemies, all Clanwide opinions on him are polarized, more at 11)

THE PLAN

So how DO they kill that thing? First of all, it's all about strategy.

Immediately they started making a couple of specialized spears. Most spears they make are exclusively for boar-hunting, so they have a distinctive "lug" that prevents a boar from impaling itself down the shaft to get you.

Someone in RiverClan explains that you don't want a fish having the chance to get off a claw. If Ripwater escapes, they might not find her again until she kills someone else

The solution is that these need to be custom-made, with special claw-shaped prongs, so they're chevron ^ shapes instead of tear-drop points. They stab in, and don't pull out.

So they need to make spears from scratch, which is an intensive process, and they don't have time to waste. RiverClan doesn't want to hunt by water that has a chance of having a freshwater orca spawn and drag you in; they'll starve

And there's only so many artisans in TC that can MAKE spears. Glue, twine, shafts, blades... these are all things that take hours of labor to create.

And MORE IMPORTANTLY, they realized from the Raft Rescue that a tether, attached to a floating object, can be very useful. Each weapon has rope tied through it and is tethered to a raft-- which is even MORE intensive, RiverClan had to repurpose several nets to create so many lines, and they only own three rafts, so the rest have driftwood.

So they only have time to create 3 special water-spears, and bring in 2 modified boar-spears.

Lionpaw is like visibly disappointed he can't have one lmao

The only apprentice given a spear is... Lakepaw. And it's a boar-spear

Because she's gonna be bait. They believe the litter is cursed for their "sin" and she'll be the next target.

But still, they chum up the water near the last sighting with blood and crowfood, like hog slop, and wait.

(Heavy WIP stuff here as we get to a play-by-play I haven't fully figured out yet)

Their plan is to get it on the shore as quickly as possible.

Four cats could pull Otterpaw from its mouth, so 5 spearcats and a dozen strong warriors could pull it onto the shore. Surely.

shorely.

It comes as expected, lunging at Lakepaw. She leaps back and tries to use her spear on it, but she is NOT properly trained with it, she stabs its face, but can't break the skull

RiverClan manages to toss a net at the beast, but it's NOT heavy enough

And they managed to get LAKEPAW with it, pressing her to the beast, her spear is dropped into the water

Someone shouts that it swims like an eel, able to just reverse course unlike a REAL fish which must turn

In the panic, warriors start mobbing it.

she thrashes, and splashes and the net is barely holding her back at all

She smashes a warrior with her tail, buffs another with her powerful head

She's stabbed in her side by a ThunderClan warrior (probably Sandstorm), and she turns on the raft they're standing on, breeching and SMASHING it to bits. Lionpaw and the rest of the cats on this raft get dunked

In the water, ThunderClan cats are useless, and RiverClan cats can't properly handle spears.

Someone from RiverClan, probably Blackclaw, tries to free Lakepaw but is scooped up in Ripwater's mouth.

He's screeching and yowling and trying to hold onto its upper jaw, regularly cut off as she dives under

When Willowpelt gets her spear in, she holds onto that damn stick with her LIFE, getting swung around and dunked in the water and then going back up into the air

Thornclaw, holding the other boar-spear, aims for its tail

But it's not enough; Even with several warriors of RiverClan, five spears, a net, and the weight of the two remaining rafts, Ripwater's managing to pull them towards the depths

She's too big to bite, too large to claw, and too strong to hold down

LIONPAW TIME

He grabs the spear that Lakepaw dropped

Ripplepaw seems to zoom right passed him, running away from the fish. He thinks he must be some kind of coward, the fight's NOT OVER YET!! WE NEED TO HELP LAKEPAW

(In a later draft I might have Lionpaw be on the smashed raft, and Ripplepaw brings the spear to him before turning and bolting back to shore. Either way he doesn't explain himself)

He paddles near one of the rafts, and is pulled up onto it

Firestar calls him a WONDERFUL BOY for bringing the spear

Lionpaw mumbles something enthusiastic around the stick in his mouth, wriggles his butt, and jumps back into the water

Grabbing the net sticking to Ripwater and using it like tree bark, he pulls himself on

Bites the spear by the lug like a handle

And stabs it in like a knife

But it's already starting to pull out, too shallow

Filled with anger and resolve, he bites the shaft, and PUSHES

Harder and harder and harder until there's a crackle, the twine breaks loose, and the lug snaps

The rest of the spear slips in as if Ripwater's made of butter

Figuring that's probably deep enough, he lets go of the net, breaching the surface, sputtering and hacking

He's about to dive again to go get Lakepaw, but to his surprise, she breaks the water next to him

and then he feels the fish bump his paws

His name is called from the shore, and there's Hollypaw and Ripplepaw waving. Ripplepaw TOOK HIS SPEAR'S ROPE. Like a GUY WHO THINKS.

Now there was a team of cats on the shore, all the spent warriors who got thrown off, pulling Ripwater to the shore.

And from the feeling of slimy fish under his paws, it seemed like her fight had been all but spent.

And more cats were swimming to shore now, with the ropes attached to the other spears.

Once on the shore, they're able to discover that, tragically, Blackclaw has died. Mistystar in particular looks deeply torn by this, as their relationship was notoriously toxic. But still, he had been the father of her children, and drowned trying to save a Clanmate. She jumps up onto the massive fish, giving a speech about sacrifice, how Blackclaw and Robinpaw would be honored, and that RiverClan has learned its valuable lesson.

Ripwater was symbolic; it's the greed they had unleashed upon the lake by over-exploiting one resource. From now on, they would be respectful of StarClan's bounty. She thanks ThunderClan for helping to fulfill a prophecy, and offers that their debt be repaid by splitting the meat of the hunt.

Hollypaw, internally: "Oh she's doing that on purpose. She knows ThunderClan hates fish and it would be rude to refuse."

Firestar: "well. how could we refuse."

Sandstorm, quietly, in the distance: "easily actually ew"

CLOSING STUFF

I kinda want some kind of "epilogue festival" where the two Clans legitimately celebrate with a somewhat somber meal sharing. Some of these episodes in Po3 will result in lasting traditions and holidays that are celebrated annually.

At that little "fish festival," it works for Holly to officially break it off with poor Willow, to leave this episode off on a bit of a sad note.

This was one of the first times Lionpaw's power becomes obvious, and it's the sort of thing that wasn't really noticed. I figure it would be good for Lakepaw to ask how that lug snapped, she could barely even get the spearhead in. Lionpaw just brags and says it must be because he's SUPER STRONG.

For some reason he's just making a ton of friends whenever I write these out, I think I'm going to lean into it. Lionpaw's got friends when he's a kid lmao, starts losing them over time as he gets more violent.

It's probably because I really need a comic relief in The Three's dynamic. Hollypaw is very dramatic, Jaypaw is dealing with legitimately stressful social issues, and Lionpaw is violent. Someone has to lighten the mood up a little and it's probably because he's The California Girl himself lmao

At this fish festival he also discovers fish isn't actually that bad. Everyone's being weird about this. It's not really that slimy. It's got a strong taste but that's kinda nice, actually?

Could use some berries but like... "damn why don't we do this more often. this would go great with blackberries."

Ripplepaw: "You think so? I can taste sweetness, can I try to make it at home and tell you how it works out at the next Gathering?"

Lionpaw: "It's not hard, you just mash the berries and stew them in a little water before pouring it over your meat. I learned it from Willowpelt, she's got a mad sweet tooth."

Lakepaw: "No offense Lionpaw, but I always thought you were a total lunkhead. I never thought you'd like, cook?"

Lionpaw: "I mean not really, I'm an awful cook, I can just make simple stuff. Willowpelt's just nice enough to be patient with me, my mentor Ashfur says if I can learn something anyone can, haha."

Just a nice little moment for him.

Blackclaw is being mourned in the mortal plane, but secretly, getting a SCATHING trial up in StarClan. His death was heroic, but his ENTIRE LIFE was treacherous.

From teaching Hawkfrost to follow in his father's pawsteps, to joining him in WindClan's Civil War, and his constant arguing and undermining of Mistyfoot back when she was just a deputy trying to do the right thing.

He goes on trial for a bunch of things he did in TigerClan, too, facing his victims who took his misdeeds to their graves. He's not the only cat in RiverClan who is getting a review like this.

Leopardstar is already in the Dark Forest, and soon, Blackclaw's sent there too.

I decided to kill off Blackclaw here so he could have a VERY cool Land Mar;

(context: all Dark Forest demons now get a cool little evil playset area just for them, where they spawn into after they're thrown out of StarClan. These are called Land Mars)

It's still unnamed, but it's basically an even BIGGER Ripwater. It goes above and below the river and lakes of the Dark Forest, popping up in any body of water big enough to hold her.

#better bones au #Land Mar #Ripwater #BB!Po3 #Better Bones AU #BB!Lakeheart #BB!Willowshine #BB!Hollyleaf #Fallenleaf #Wels Catfish #I NEED to make an art tag for my partner #Gamer-the-kittypet art #THEIR SUGGESTION NOT MINE

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dippindotsdio · 11 months

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Pink in the Night

A part of some nonsensical yandere Josuke I've had written for a while. This has been in my drafts for too long...

Gender neutral reader. Obsessive (and probably ooc) Josuke.

~☆

Josuke's feelings were blossoming for you with every passing day and every moment you were in his presence (which was basically 24/7 now). He feared if he didn't confess soon, his heart would crack, and like a breaking dam all his love would spill out. He was worried about scaring you away but deep down he knew you'd stay with him. He's all you have after all.

That night he gave you his confession, and his heart, whether you wanted it or not.

"I'm in love with you, I've loved you so much ever since we were kids and these feelings- these feelings just keep growing and growing and growing. I can't take it anymore, the longer I hide my love for you, the more I feel like I'll die. All I can ever think about is you and how much you mean to me. My heart beats for you and only you." He spoke in such a soft but stern way. Your hands were intertwined and he looked deep within your eyes as he poured his heart out to you. It felt like he was staring at your very soul and you got a taste of the overwhelming, sickly sweet feelings he held for you. His violet eyes were so intense and dark, you felt like the longer you gazed into them you'd begin to drown in all that love.

Nonetheless his confession made your heart flutter. The skin on your face had warmed and you swallowed nervously. You'd been friends this long and he'd already been crossing the boundaries of a normal friendship, why not accept his feelings? Even if you weren’t sure what you felt was love, you still liked him to some extent.

"I like you too..."

He pulled you into a bear hug and buried his face into your shoulder, making you freeze at the sudden intense contact.

"I'm so happy...you have no idea how happy you've made me right now.." he mumbled into your shoulder. "I love you so much, [y/n]."

All you could do was stand there and hug him back. His words brought a small smile to your face and once again you couldn't help the quickening pace of your heartbeat.

You didn't understand why he gave you all his attention and love but the way his arms were wrapped around you so tightly, oh it made you feel so loved... He made you feel things you've never experienced before and you loved it. All the sweet little things he'd say to you, and only you, they gave you the sweetest butterflies. He gave you all the affection no one else could ever give to you, and you thrived in it.

Josuke finally let you go after what felt like forever but gave you a look like he still has something he wanted. He breaks eye contact and his lips turn up into an awkward smile. You can't help but smile back as you wondered what was up with him.

"You're so pretty, y'know? Sometimes when I look at you, I just wanna kiss every inch of your face and see that smile of yours."

~☆

[I finally posted the full version which you can find here if you liked this bit!]

#josuke higashikata #josuke x reader #josuke x you #josuke x y/n #jjba x reader #yandere josuke #jojos bizzare adventure #yandere jjba #yandere x reader #I'm losing it #josuke higashikata x reader #jjba fanfic #gender neutral reader #jjba x gn reader #I'm so sorry this is kinda choppy lmao #I will not write kissing #tw yandere #yandere x gn reader #Yandere josuke x reader

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sheep-and-lykos · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 6 - Reunion Sex: Older!Noctis Lucis Caelum x Fem!Reader

fuck it, Noct lives

not really a kink but something i've have in my drafts staring me down for awhile so tada

i had to rewrite this one because google docs wanted to be an asshole >:(

You stumbled into the room, nearly tripping over your wobbling heels and the long petticoat and skirt. Whipping your head around, you swallowed thickly as you watched Noctis shut the door behind him, turning the heavy lock until it clicked in place before turning to meet your gaze. His ocean blue eyes were dark, glazed over with lust, pupils blown so wide that they nearly swallowed those beautiful irises of his.

You couldn’t help but feel excited. The butterflies in your stomach were fluttering, you swore you could hear them. Your heart was beating against your chest, your brain was running in a maze of fog.

The music was still raging on behind that door that Noctis blocked with his body, you both could hear the orchestra clashing and playing beautifully for the dancing crowd from where Noctis had pulled you out of. In a crowd as thick as that one, everyone dancing and laughing and drinking in celebration that the king is back, he could still pick you out of the group with such ease.

Even after all of these years, the passion you both had for each other had yet to settle, only growing like a sylleblossom bush.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were here?” Noctis broke the tense silence in the room first. His eyes were trained on you, practically undressing you. He hadn’t seen you since Lestallum over ten years ago; In his eyes, you really didn’t change at all - you were still as beautiful as ever. “Gladio, Ignis, Prompto?”

“I almost didn’t come, if I’m being honest.” Saying those words hurt your heart, dulling the butterfly tingling sensations in your gut just a bit. You saw the look of carnal hunger soften quickly in Noctis’ eyes, dark eyebrows pinching together. “I thought you wouldn’t have remembered-”

“I did,” he cut you off. “I still do. I remember everything.” Noctis took a few steps forward towards you, with every step he took it made your heart beat loud in your ears like a tightened drum. Even as he stood before you, you still felt like a giddy school girl. “Of course, I remember you. It’s impossible to forget someone like you, I could never forget.”

You felt tears stinging at the back of your eyes like glass shards. Your throat tightened up and your chest had started to ache. Just the look of worry overtaking Noctis’ face was enough to make your heart start to break.

Even though you both hadn’t seen each other in ten years, he was still as handsome as ever. He still had those dazzling eyes that rivaled royal jewelry, he still had those boyish good looks that aged like fine wine, and he still had those tender moments that made you fall in love with him all those years ago. Even while standing before you, you knew exactly what you both wanted to do.

Noctis had reached a hand out, carefully taking your hand in his. He glanced down as he carded his fingers with yours, locking your hands together. He missed this. He missed you; So much that it fucking hurt. It was almost like it wasn’t real at first. Even with your skin pressed against his, it almost felt too real to even be real. Even as you’re standing before him, your warm flesh touching his, your perfume in his nose, your voice in his ears, he almost believed it all to be lies.

Noctis reached his other hand up, brushing his knuckles against your face, moving the stray hairs out of your face allowing him to see how well you’ve aged. His hand rested on your jaw, his thumb on your chin as he tilted your head up to really look him in the eye. He felt his chest starting to tighten with emotions digging up the past ten years he’d spent all alone.

“You’re just as beautiful as I remember,” he murmured.

The emotional dams had broken on both sides as tears started to fall. Your hands had grabbed onto Noctis’ coat, dragging him in as close as your bodies would allow as he connected your lips in a desperate kiss. His hand that was now empty grabbed onto your back, fingers tangling with your hair and pressed your head as close to his as he could. You both moaned into the kiss, the taste of salt slipping in from where your tears had met your lips. You grabbed at more of his coat, nearly tearing apart the expensive material from just how tightly you’d been holding it when you both had started to move before you even realized what was actually going on.

Your feet moved backwards, the two of you stumbling around the room until your ass had struck a lounge chair. You both tumbled down, your back landing against the stiff padding while Noctis braced himself on top of you, the kiss breaking for just a moment as you both looked at each other stunned.

“Noctis,” you whimpered. Your body felt like it was on fire, like you were a diseased woman and the only cure was the king now propped up above you. “I missed you, I need you.”

His hands snatched at the damned petticoats you had under that dress of yours - Astrals, you looked so radiant in this dress, Noctis almost didn’t want to remove it - and bunched them up at your waist. You eagerly grabbed onto them, helping him lift up your skirt at the same time, pooling everything just under your breasts. You shivered as Noctis’ hands gently caress your thighs, the once familiar feeling of his cool hands on your warm skin brought back such great memories. He hesitated, fingers curling up instead of re-exploring lands he’s ventured across before, and looked up at you with those beautiful eyes of his.

“Can I?” he asked in such a small voice, you barely heard it over the music still going on in the ballroom outside.

Your mouth had gone dry so you nodded quickly, swallowing thickly as your body hummed in excitement.

“Please,” you managed to croak out.

His slender fingers wrapped around the hemline of your panties which were starting to get wet before he slowly dragged them down your parted legs and eventually off of your person. Noctis hummed softly, his fingers were cool to the touch when they slowly stroked at your pussy. His fingertips slipped between your folds as if they were rose petals, soft and delicate and seemingly dripping with honey he so desperately wanted to taste. You sighed contently, sparks connecting in your nerves like long awaited surges of power, your eyes fluttered shut as you struggled to take in full breaths. You swore you would cum just from Noctis carefully fingering you alone. He slipped in another finger, both digits teasing at your slick entrance before delving in like they did once upon a time. He remembered how you felt, how you tasted, he swore he could already taste it without his tongue even touching you. He curled his fingers inside of you, drawing out a high-pitched whine from your throat as your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head.

Noctis withdrew his fingers after another moment, mesmerized by the slick that coated his two fingers before licking your sweet nectar right off of them. Your eyes connected once more, you could see the carnal intentions bubbling to the surface once again in those galactic blues.

“You taste just as sweet as I remember, too.”

You couldn’t help the heat that rose to your face, turning your head away as your face felt flushed from how sweet and how soft Noctis was being with you right now. You knew what he wanted to do to you, hell, you wanted him to do it too! But he’s taking his time, he wants to take his time.

His hands had started on his belt, fingers unlatching the silver clasp and unweaving the expensive black leather from the loops of his dress pants before dropping it to the floor with your wet panties. His fingers quickly fumbled with the front of his pants, undoing the buttons and peeling down the zipper to show off the erection that Noctis had been hiding under his clothing shockingly well. Your eyes widened at the sight of the bulge, your cunt cried for it.

Noctis slipped himself out of his underwear, fingers wrapping around his shaft and head and pumping his cock once, twice, three times before he guided it across your dripping pussy. You whimpered as you felt it tap at your passage, wincing at the painful stretch and quickly sighing at the overwhelming pleasure that filled your core without a second thought.

Noctis groaned loudly above you, his hands flying to your hips to steady himself, his hair falling in front of his face.

It was a good thing that the orchestra outside was still raging on and the crowd had still yet to notice that he had long since slipped out.

#ffxv #ffxv imagines #noctis x reader #prince noctis #noctis

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neewtmas · 5 months

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12 days of Christmas // A Lockwood & Co Advent Calendar

DAY 2

Happy 4th of december! Today I'm posting a fic, and it's a Lucy x reader one. I feel like there are wayyy too little Lucy x reader fics, and I want to do something good for everyone with a crush on Lucy hehe. I wrote the fic with a fem!reader in mind, but there is literally zero description/pronouns, so it can be read by everyone.

I hope you enjoy!

I'm so sorry it's technically a day late I forgot it in my drafts

day 1 day 3 day 4 day 5 day 6

The Letters I Never Sent

pairing: lucy carlyle x fem!reader/gn!reader

wordcount: 2.3k

summary: You are Lucy's closest friend, but move to London before the events of the Mill. You don't hear from her for a long time, until you meet her again by chance (I promise it's better than this description lol)

masterlist

advent calendar tags: @givemea-dam-break @wellgoslowly @maraschinomerry @losticaruss @oblivious-idiot @uku-lelevillain @avdiobliss @strawberryloveyyy @strawberrycowgirly @demigoddess-of-ghosts @thefriendlyneighborhoodmomfriend @boookfreeak

You tried to smooth out the piece of paper that you had carelessly stuffed into your pocket 20 minutes ago. It had a list of different supplies on it, written in the scrawly handwriting of your supervisor that the wrinkles in the paper just made even more illegible. You knew for sure that you needed new saltbombs, so why not start there? You made your way through the tall shelves, each one filled with all kinds of different ghost-fighting paraphernalia. When you turned around a corner, you finally spotted the salt bombs you were searching for. As you started loading them in the bag you brought, you saw movement in your peripheral.

A girl dressed in blue was browsing the shelves just as you did minutes prior, and you only glanced over for a second before resuming what you were doing. But as she disappeared behind the shelf it hit you like a ton of bricks. That hair, the outfit - you knew her. Forgotten were the salt bombs, and you almost dropped the bag as you rushed over to where the girl just stood. You skidded around the corner and came to an abrupt halt as you came face to face with her. She gasped and took a step back, but when she took a closer look at you, her eyes widened. "Y/N?" It was her. "Lucy!"

This time you dropped the bag of saltbombs and without thinking, moved forward to hug her. At the last moment, you hesitated, not sure if it would be even okay with her, but the next thing you knew she had enveloped you in a bone-crushing hug. You buried your face in her hair, taking in the familiar scent you had missed so much, and you stayed like that for what felt like a few seconds and an eternity all at once. When she released you and took a step back again, your knees felt a little weak.

"Y/N, how have you been?!" Her gaze fell on your grey uniform and her brows furrowed a little. "Are you working for Fittes? You never told me!" You bit the inside of your cheek. That was true, you never told her you worked at Fittes. You never told her anything, for that matter. You thought of the pile of unsent letters you had buried in the corner of your least used drawer at your small apartment. You mentioned Fittes there. But there were other reasons why you had never dared to send these letters up north to Lucy. You shrugged. "They were the only ones that would take me. It's not that easy without a grade four." Lucy smiled bitterly. "I know."

You took a closer look at her. The outfit she was wearing didn't correlate with an agency you knew. But she was wearing a rapier - and you currently were in a shop for ghost hunting supplies, for that matter - so she had to still be in business. "Are you a solo agent now?" You couldn't help your mind immediately wandering to the both of you fighting ghosts together. For her, you'd quit immediately. Lucy shook her head. "We're a pretty small agency. Lockwood & Co? We've been in the papers a few times." You rarely read the paper, but even then the name rang a bell. "How are you doing there?" "It's great. Lockwood and George are… we're like family now." You could tell she meant it from the way her eyes lit up when she talked about them, but you couldn't ignore the tight feeling in your chest. Just some time ago, she had said that about you and Norrie.

BEFORE

You walked over cobblestones that slowly turned into a dirt road, hands clutched together. You had walked that street more times than you could count, and thinking about how this might be the last time made your heart hurt. When you reached the small house of the Carlyle's, you knocked on the door, and almost immediately it flew open to reveal Lucy. She grabbed you by the arm and pulled you inside. "My mother is gone right now", she said, and you let out a breath you were holding. Mrs. Carlyle was… unpleasant, to say the least. It pained you to know that you got to leave this town and Lucy was stuck here with a mother that saw her as nothing more than someone to earn her money.

Lucy's room upstairs was warm and cosy, and the both of you made yourself comfortable on her bed. You let your gaze travel over all the photos pinned to the wall over her bed, pictures of the both of you together, with Norrie, some of you alone. Lucy turned on her side so that she was facing you. "Are you excited for London?", she asked and started tracing the pattern of your sweater on your arm. That was something she had started doing some time ago, and you were still not used to it. "Yes", you croaked out as you stared at the ceiling, desperately trying to ignore the feeling of her gentle fingers. It was quiet for a moment. You didn't dare look at her. "I'm gonna miss you, you know", Lucy finally said, voice just above a whisper. You finally turned your head to look at her. Her eyes sparkled with tears in the warm light of her bedside table lamp and you swore she had never looked prettier than in this moment. It took everything in you to not lean forward and kiss her senseless. There was no reason to ruin your friendship now. Instead, you forced yourself to turn your head back, tears now prickling in your eyes as well. "Well, I'm gonna miss you more." She scooched over, closer to you, and rested her head on your shoulder. Without a word, you wrapped your arm around her and closed your eyes, soaking in the moment.

You were still thinking about her as you watched the meadows flow past the train window. To think that for the longest time, moving to London had been your biggest dream, and now you had to try your hardest to find even a spark of excitement in you. Your dream had always involved Lucy and Norrie. The three of you were supposed to move down there together. But now your aunt died and had left you a small apartment in London and your parents had more or less just kicked you out.

The next few months you spent working for Fittes, every morning coming back to your apartment that felt empty and cold with just you in it. You were writing a lot of letters. Some to Norrie, most to Lucy, none to your parents. But you didn't send any of them. Until the day your supervisor handed you the daily newspaper with a pitiful expression and you had to read about how all your old colleagues had died in a tragic accident. Everyone, except Lucy. Your supervisor sent you home that day and told you to take some time off. You cried on the way home, and when you arrived at your apartment, you sat down at your desk and wrote a letter to Lucy. You never received an answer.

TODAY

You smiled. "That sounds great. I'd love to meet them sometime." You had to know who it was that she had replaced you with. Lucy checked her watch. "You can come join us for dinner tonight." She cleared her throat. "Just if you want to." "Yes, of course! I wouldn't miss it." Lucy smiled brightly at you. "Fantastic. I gotta go now. 35 Portland Row, at six?" She hugged you again, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. "I'm so glad to have you back", she whispered in your ear before she stepped back, giving you a little wave and walking off. You didn't know how long you stood there, frozen in place, the feeling of her lips lingering on your skin.

At precisely six o'clock, you stood in front of 35 Portland Row. You rang the bell, and a few seconds later the door opened. In front of you stood a boy, taller than you, but about the same age. Weirdly enough, he was wearing a shirt and tie, and you briefly wondered if you were underdressed. But then Lucy appeared behind him, in the same blue outfit she was wearing earlier, and you relaxed a little. The guy smiled politely, extending his hand to you. "I'm Lockwood." You shook his hand. "Y/N." The three of you stood for a moment before Lucy opened the door wider. "Come in! Dinner is almost ready." You stepped past Lockwood into a hallway that was filled to the brim with stuff. Much of it on the wall looked like old artefacts, while the floor was littered with shoes, bags, salt bombs, and a single rapier. Lucy kicked it to the side. "George is in the middle of a deep clean", she mumbled, a little embarrassed. But you didn't mind, it was cosy. You could already start to understand why Lucy liked it here. It felt more like a home than one with Mrs. Carlyle in it ever could. Luy led you to the kitchen, where the table was already set with four plates. The guy on the stove gave you a slightly awkward smile and introduced himself as George. You sat down on the chair that Lucy offered you and your gaze fell on the table cloth that was covered all over in drawings and notes. You immediately spotted some of Lucy's sketches.

The stew George had cooked tasted fantastic. The atmosphere was nice, conversation flowed easily. You talked about how your first few weeks in London went back when you started at Fittes, and Lucy told you the story about how she ran away from home and ultimately ended up at Lockwood and Co. After dinner, Lockwood and George busied themselves with the dishes, while Lucy led you up a few staircases to a room in the attic. When you climbed the last little steps up into her room, you could immediately tell it was her she lived here. It had the same cosy atmosphere as her old room. You sat down on the edge of the bed, clasping your hands in your lap.

Your eyes travelled around the room, over to the sketches hung up on the wall next to the window. Finally, you took a look at the photographs above her bed. There were photos with Lockwood and George, of course. But there were also photos of Lucy and you, and of you alone, several of them. Lastly, your gaze fell on a photo of Lucy, Norrie and you. Your throat closed up as you looked at the bright smiles and happy faces. You'd never get that back.

"I'm so sorry about Norrie", you said quietly, not looking away from the photo. "I should have stayed." Lucy had laid down on the bed behind you. "You couldn't have done anything. I couldn't either." Her voice was full of so many emotions, anger, grief, sorrow, and regret. You clasped your hand tighter, fighting back the tears. "I sent you a letter", you said. "Afterwards." Lucy was quiet for a moment. "Do you wanna lay down?", she asked, and without thinking, you curled up next to her. That position was so natural for you, you had spent so many hours like this - and you had no idea how much you had missed it. Lucy moved so that her head was on your shoulder. "I left a few days after it happened", she said quietly. "My mother probably threw it away."

"Oh." A small part of you was relieved. You thought maybe she had thrown it away because she hated you for leaving her behind. "I thought about you a lot after you left", Lucy said and started tracing patterns on your arm. Heat rushed to your face at her words, and you tried to calm down your heartbeat that had picked up at her touch. "I thought about you too", you said with a hoarse voice. "I wrote you so many letters." Lucy turned her head up towards you. "Really?" You tried to ignore how close her face was to yours. "I sent none of them", you admitted. "Why?" You could tell from her tone that she was hurt.

"I was scared", you simply said. Lucy didn't say anything, and you could tell she was waiting for you to continue. "I wrote about…" You trailed off. Maybe this was it. Maybe this was the moment you'd confess your feelings for her, and she'd either throw you out of the house and would never want to see you again or… But no, you didn't allow yourself to get your hopes up. Instead, you slowly moved your hand over next to hers so that your fingers were touching, just to gauge her reaction. You half expected her to pull away, but instead, she interlaced her fingers with yours. "You wrote about what?" She was looking at you again, and just like that, you forgot how to speak. "I -" She moved impossibly closer. "Yes?" Your heart skipped a beat. "Can I kiss you?", you breathed out, almost inaudible. She squeezed your hand, smiling up at you before she leaned in. "I thought you'd never ask."

Thank you for reading, feedback is appreciated :)

Here is part 1 of the advent calendar

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arcsimper5 · 8 months

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Hey sweetie 😘

I'd like to request a ficlet for your follower celebration!!!

I accidently left the post in my drafts and forgot about it. I'm so sorry 😅

May I request a Fives x Fem!Reader with Prompt #10: "I'd thought I'd lost you"? I'm feeling a little angsty. Write whatever your heart comes up with!

Please and thank you 💚

@the-bad-batch-baroness

Hey! omg I'd love to! Thank you so much for this request! I hope it is what you are looking for!

Fives x Fem!Reader Rating: U (mild swearing) Angst with lots of fluff and Fives being very worried!

Five's mind was racing. Even though he was on the way back from the, thankfully short, mission on Cato Neimoidia, he was a bundle of nerves.

He had been since the news of the explosion at the Jedi Temple.

Unable to contact General Skywalker or Commander Tano for any updates, he'd thrown himself into battle, earning himself a new scar on his neck and the ire of Rex, the Captain eventually pulling Fives from the frontlines and ordering him to cover their flank. It was too dangerous to have him out there in his state.

He couldn't focus, couldn't think of anything other than you. Your comm had remained unanswered since the blast, Five's stomach churning at the thought you might have been caught up in it.

You'd been assigned a new group of trainees only last week, the pride in your voice at being able to mentor the newest batch almost palpable during your last holo.

Promises of dinners, of trips out and of nights in had passed between the two of you before Fives had been called away to rejoin with the 501st for the next few missions.

It was only two days later the blast happened.

Approaching Coruscant airspace, Fives knee bounced impatiently as he sat with his elbows on his thighs, hands clenched together under his chin.

So many thoughts clouded his mind, he didn't even notice Tup approaching him until he was stood right beside him, the ARC cursing softly and jumping.

"Maker, Tup, wear a bell or something," he snapped, the look on the younger trooper's face enough to chatise him without words. Sighing heavily and sitting up straight, wincing at the protesting muscles in his back, Fives sighed and shook his head, offering Tup an apologetic look. "I'm... I'm sorry, Tup'ika. I'm just... worried," he admitted, fighting the stinging in his eyes.

He wouldn't believe you were dead. He couldn't. There was no losing you. If he did...

"She's probably in med bay," Tup offered quietly, cautiously taking a seat next to Fives, one hand resting on his shoulder, "you know how the medics are about comms there."

Fives nodded for a moment before his breath caught, the cracks in the dam holding his emotions beginning to widen.

"But... what if she's not?" he asked desperately, ignoring the way his chest felt like it was being torn apart from the inside. "What if... what if she was one of the... if she was caught up in the blast? I..."

Images of your beautiful face, too still, too pale, blood haloed around your head swam through his mind.

He paused for a moment, trying to drag his composure back into place, even as tears slid down his face.

"I can't lose her... outside of you and my vode... she's... she's the reason I keep fighting. To end this war... so I can have a life with her... have a family... I..."

Tup leant forward and pressed his forehead to Fives. trying to convey comfort through the simple action as the ARC cried silent tears, mourning a life he might never see.

"She'll be fine," Tup murmured gently, nudging Five's knee with his own. "You'll see. I can feel it."

Fives almost let out a snort of laughter, blinking away the tears long enough to fix Tup with an incredulous look.

"You've been hanging around the Jetti too much, Tup'ika."

The younger clone simply smiled as he pulled away, the alarms signalling their docking approach sounding throughout the ship.

Gathering his things, Fives bid a quick goodbye to Rex and his vode, heading straight for the exit ramp.

Plans for their arrival were already running through his mind; he would go to the medbay first, the one on the top level. It would make sense if you were there. If not, then he'd...

All of his planning stopped dead when the ramp descended and he caught sight of you, smiling weakly, leaning on crutches with bandages around one leg and your chest.

The air was torn from his lungs when his brain finally caught up, dropping his bags on the spot and rushing over to your, hands fluttering over every inch of your body, as if checking it was all still there.

"M-Mesh'la," Fives sobbed, all pretense of holding back emotion gone. You were here... you were alive... "I... I thought I'd lost you..."

His hands were clutching at your clothes tightly now, Rex ushering his vode away as they descended behind him, Tup watching on as Fives pressed his face into your neck.

You raised your hands, gently cording them through Five's hair, holding him close as you relished his presence, his warmth, his scent.

"It was close," you chuckled softly, trying not to laugh at the disapproving grunt Fives let out, "but we made it out okay. We were leaving for lunch when..."

"Never, ever do that to me again," Fives demanded as he pulled back, eyes swollen with tears, cheeks shining. Even with his sternest look in place, you struggled not to giggle.

"Do what? Get caught up in a terrorist attack? I'll make sure to add it to my daily to-do," you teased, Fives fighting his own grin.

"Fuck, mesh'la," he breathed, ignoring the world around him as he pressed his lips against yours, pure relief flowing through him, "I was so scared..."

"Hey," you called gently, stroking his hair, pulling his eyes back up to yours, "we're here. We're together, and we're safe. That's all that matters right now."

Fives could only nod as he kissed you again, hands holding you close. You'd be okay together, he knew it. You were okay.

@the-bad-batch-baroness

I hope this is okay! <3

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chu-ni · 2 years

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[sometime late at night.]

a/n: it seems like im always coming and going on this blog lol but it is genuinely bc i am so busy!! im in seoul now, and classes are crazy but i really wanted to get this one out bc its been sitting in my drafts for way too long....anyway i hope you're all keeping well <3

also listen to this while reading pleaseeee

wc: 737

warnings: brief mention of hands touching t*tties but everyone is fully clothed i promiseeee

"Sorry. Again."

You immediately turn to look at Mark, and find him staring at the ceiling of the car. You don't think you've ever seen him look so drained, or so tired. His eyes are still rimmed with red, and theres nothing more you want than to just help him.

"It's fine, Mark."

"No it isn't. I ruined everything. I ruin everything. I pushed you away cause I was being an asshole. I let my girlfriend get away from me." He chuckles, but theres no humour in it. If anything, he seems on the verge of tears again. Your hands shoot out to his shoulders, forcing him to look at you. "Listen to me, Mark. I already forgave you; so stop beating yourself up about it. You're my best friend. I'm not letting you get away that easily. And as for your ex..." You take a breath, " None of that was your fault. She chose to do what she did. You chose to be a good person. And that's what I love about you, Mark. You always choose to be good." You're looking at him, searching his eyes for something that says he's heard you. Something that says he believes every word you said. The way he returns your gaze is something different - like he's looking at you in a new light, like something just clicked into place for him.

You feel his hands come up to cradle your cheeks, his thumbs resting on your lips. You see his eyes linger on them for longer than necessary, and then rise to meet yours. You hear his quick inhale/exhale, like he's preparing to say something.

"Is it- Is it okay if I come a little closer?" he murmurs, his eyes begging yours for permission. You nod, the tension between you pulled so taut it would take the slightest disturbance to make it snap.

He crashes his lips onto yours and it's like a dam has broken - your lips moulding and moving with his in an emotionally charged dance. Mark's hands rove all over you, and a spark of electricity runs down your spine when he lets out a whimper and his hands come to rest on your chest, fondling them with care. You barely have time to breathe before he's back for more, like he can barely get enough. His tongue explores your mouth, carefully at first but gaining speed as he gains confidence. Its all you can do not to fall apart in his arms.

Finally you pull apart, chests heaving, lips slightly swollen, and a trail of saliva between your lips the only tangible evidence of what you'd both just done.

You fall back against your seat, staring into the ceiling, much like Mark had done before.

"Sorry. That was a lot, wasn't it?"

"Stop apologising, Mark!" He flinches a little, and you soften. "I should apologise,"

He whips round, confused. "You're vulnerable right now, and we just..." You find yourself unable to meet his gaze, the volume of your voice significantly decreasing. "We just....did that."

He sighs, and you can feel him rolling his eyes. "If I didn't want this, I wouldn't have done it, Y/N. For real. Now let's....do that, again."

Happy to oblige, you kiss him until you're dizzy; until this time its Mark who pulls away, realising the time and scrambling to get you home as he fumbles to put the keys in the ignition. You zoom through the streets, and neither of you can deny the tug at your chests when he finally pulls up to your drive. Wordlessly, he leans in again, you returning the action, both of your lips aiming to meet in the middle. You giggle, surprised when you find your noses have squished together instead. Leaning back, you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, sheepish, and go in again.

This time, your lips meet properly, engaging in one last final dance before you pull away, Mark rushing you out of the car and up to your door. While he stays in the car, you find he never once stops staring at you until you've entered the house and the door has shut behind you. Only then do you hear the revving of his engine, signalling he's gone.

That night, you head to sleep with cheeks that ache from smiling so much, and a heart thats beginning to put itself back together.

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Hi, for the I wish you would write a fic where... after a particularly difficult battle for the troops and Obi-Wan, Cody and the 212th/Ghost Co. have finally made their way to the rec room to just collapse on the ground, sit against the walls or in cuddlepiles, in exhaustion. Obi-Wan limps in, hesitates for a moment, then climbs into Cody's lap and curls up against his chest. NSFW "we're alive" comfort sex. Codywan & Obi/Clones. Thanks 😊

So this is gonna get a full fic write up. I absolutely love this. But… here’s a little preview. Oh. And full warning there will be some angst and definitely some hurt comfort. And emotions… and my specialty… smut. Sweet sweet tender sexy smut

(Be warned, this was typed up on my phone so there are a lot of errors. This is definitely not a final draft or anything near it. This is essentially story word vomit)

Hmm. The vode have all learned to depend on each other and after that rough battle they stand in the hangar and Waxer and Boil share a meaningful look before they turn to the rest and nod at the door. Waxer starts taking off his armor along the way and everyone else starts too. Cody watches with longing and Obi-Wan nods at him and Cody goes to join, giving Obiean a lingering look before disappearing. Obi-WAN’s heart is in his throat. He’s aching to feel something. He goes to his quarters and opens the door. He stares at the empty, near sterile room. He needs more than this tonight. He isn’t even aware of his feet moving before he’s at one of the rec rooms. Pieces of Armor are scattered along the hall.

Cody, who was against the back wall, his amber eyes piercing Obiean, is wearing his under armor and some of his leg armor, like he couldn’t be bothered to remove it all. There are others around him but there’s still space in his lap.

Obiwans heart clenches at the sight of him. His feet feel like they’re frozen on the spot.

This is obviously a private moment and he considers turning back to his lonely quarters. He would never dare intrude on the men.

Cody gives a single curt nod and it breaks the dam. Obiwans feet move of their own volition. He strides towards Cody, his body trembling. His hands shake as he pulls off his robe and boots, tossing them aside like all the other discarded clothes.

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quandaryqueen · 1 year

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Think of me fondly

Batman unburied Riddler X Reader

Batman's sidekick find themself spilling like a dam in front of the Riddler.

Just a lil drabble, sitting in my drafts for far too long.

Batman is going to kill me.

You re-emerge from Gotham river with a gasp and an unconscious cane-twirling, riddle-loving crook in your arms. Pulling yourself into the threshold of the docks along with the man, you felt a shiver hit your skin... That's when you realised you've also lost your mask from the escape.

He's going to really kill me...

After disobeying him and running after the Riddler alone, whilst an ongoing shoot out with ricocheting bullets and a crowd of goons, you have now find yourself fucked. Not following orders from Batman is one thing, but not following orders from Batman when he's really angry? It gave out corporal disciplinary actions from parents vibes, you might as well be dead to him after this. It felt dumb, because you were no longer a child.

You were already under scrutiny after breaking a goon's collarbone that one night. You didn't mean to, it was just that he pointed and shot at Batman, what other choice did you have? Not only that, you were dosed with the fear toxin prior to that encounter.

The antidote did its work to pull you out of the hallucinations induced by the Scarecrow's recent concoction, but it left a dent in your mind. The things you've seen during those suffocating moments, you remember wanting to take a plunge at the building you were on.

All this cape-twirling, cable-swinging, building-jumpings, crime-fightings... Its effect on the body and mind you see in Bruce, you were scared he was going to die and you wouldn't be able to stop it. You didn't have to break the lackey's collarbone when he shot at Bruce, but you were scared that he would hit him, kill him.

Huh... Now you see why Alfred insists you take psychological evaluation. Maybe you aren't in stable state of mind to be doing this right now.

In your arms is an unconscious Edward Nygma, whom you have dove in an active bullet crossfire in between his men in green, the police and Penguin's men, who have held him captive for double-crossing them... Something Batman had barked at you not to do and yet you did, hence why you're a dripping mess and in possession of a Riddleman.

"Hey," you pat Riddler's cheek to wake him up. You pat him again. Nope, not even a twitch. You repeat the process, barely holding back the smack that had his eyes shooting up.

"OW!" He whines, rubbing his reddened cheek. "What the hell is that for?!"

"To know if I will be bothered to perform CPR."

The Riddler's jaw-dropped at the audacity. "You know you could have just listened to my breathing, right?" And besides, CPR is an outdated practice.

"Whatever, you're awake. I'm taking you to Commissioner Gordon--" wait... Fuck.

In a desperate attempt to cover up any semblance of your identity, you threw your cape over your head.

I am so dead.

"Oh honey, as if I didn't see your face up close already. Give it up." You can practically hear the eyeroll from his tone. "And besides, I don't even know you. You're not that interesting under the cowl."

Before you can ponder about that, he then asks,

"How old are you, by the way?"

You furrowed your brows at him. Why the hell does he wanna know?

He rolls his eyes after reading your way expression. "I'm not trying to figure out what your identity is, I'm just genuinely curious." You told him. "Huh... Younger than I thought. Tell me, is Batman really employing children?"

"You and I are the same age!" You unintentionally snapped, leading you to slack out of guilt.

God, how would you know if he wouldn't tell on you?

"You wouldn't tell... Would you?" You were fearful to meet his gaze. This aren't the types of questions you can just ask, it felt humiliating more than ever. It was obvious that--

"No. That wouldn't be as interesting. In fact, I find it insulting that your idiocy had outed you when I could have found it out myself, now that would be satisfaction at its finest-- but it wouldn't particularly benefit me, these games aren't so exciting anymore when the mystique of the mask is lifted and revealed...." He continues on and on about it and all you could do was to stare at him with squinted eyes. "Besides, it feels anticlimactic to find that the little brat following Batman around isn't as interesting as he is, I mean, no offense but I don't really see your face anywhere, unlike your big papa Bruce Wayne--"

"What?" For the first time, you looked up at him with wide eyes.

Edward laughs at your expression, oh how priceless. You think that he wouldn't have Batman's identity figured out when he was practically everywhere?

"See, this is why I didn't recognise you at all, you are a nobody without the mask, as to Bruce Wayne....."

He goes off the tangent again, as you discreetly reach for a throwing knife in your utility belt. He knows of Bruce's identity, that can't be good. He can very easily do something about that intel that will ruin the Batman... And you can't have that.

".... Now it wouldn't be fun if the others knew, now would it?"

He wouldn't tell? At all?

His statement had you slowly retracting the blade in your belt, all the while, he continues rambling, which only sounded nothing but gibberish to you. Your own thoughts were racing and you couldn't keep up with them, nor Edward's declarations.

Though, you managed to croak out, "How long have you--?"

"Since the first encounter. It was easy, really. Especially when you have abundance of time and been reading the same magazine in Arkham." Edward looks over you, finding you stiff and staring a hole to your shoes, figure still dripping from the dive.

What could you possibly thinking, surely you weren't hurt at the fact that he called you a nobody... Right? He's not the type to usually apologize for his bluntness not did he recognise the fact that he was hurtful with his words, but your expression had him feeling sorry for you and he was confused about it. Maybe it's the fact that he sees a person underneath the cowl instead of the obnoxious little tag-along he perceives them to be. He never saw H/N's face flush and eyes dulled and down, the ever-so persistent fist thrower slumped, hugging their knees to their chest like a little kid.

This person (who claims to be his age) who had dove head-first to an active shooting grounds, kidnap him from his kidnappers and swam to get away from it all... Saved his life, he begrudgingly supposes.

"You're not... Sad because I called you a nobody... Right?" It's ridiculous because he has called you worse during regular battles. He has picked up a thing or two from locker room talk during high school.

"No?" You squinted at him. "I've heard worse." And why would he be concerned all the sudden?

"Then what's wrong? Aren't you gonna take me to Commissioner Gordon?"

"I'll... Just stay here for a bit..."

Before Edward can respond, you clipped a handcuff on his wrist and cuffed the other on yours. Just a guarantee he won't escape as you take a break from everything, Edward wasn't pleased at all.

"It's just that... I wish everything would come to a halt for a moment, you know? Everything is so... Fast paced and eventful and it's tiring," you disregard Edward and his complaints whilst he tries to find his way around the handcuffs, tugging and picking at it, as you resign yourself to sigh and stare idly at the rushing waters from the dockyard. "It's... Vigilante life for ya. I live to save lives of others. But sometimes I can't save myself.

"Just yesterday, Batman... I guess you now know him as Bruce, was almost killed if I didn't intervened and because of that, I almost killed someone. Then the day before that, I almost died of overdose from Scarecrow's fear gas and I don't know, it messed me up... Increased some brain chemicals, so I guess I have some sort of imbalance. And just... Everything is so overwhelming."

At this point, Edward had stopped trying to tug his wrist out of the cuff. Instead, he just stares at you with a glare. Jesus fucking damn it, there you are unloading emotional luggage while dripping wet, in a cold, windy night. For once he was surprised with himself in how he can keep his mouth shut for this while. He would have taken over, but he listened somehow. Even when you stopped speaking, he didn't try to fill the silence with some babbling. He noticed how relieved you are to be soaking in some sense of tranquility for once, as you closed your eyes and feel the cold air nip against your wet skin.

He supposes he has gone soft for the Bat's sidekick, the annoying little thing. He liked getting to fight you, how you were quick on your feet, on your wit, how sharp you are. He fucking hates it, but he will admit that you're smart enough to resort to simple means to defeat him and his riddles instead of standing around to listen to his villain monologue. He hates you... But he is also fond of you.

Well fuck, he may be an asshole but he's an asshole with a heart.

"I'm not even supposed to be here right now. Bruce told me to lay low for a while..." So imagine just how much you were piling on against him. "I didn't listen, clearly and now I'm unloading emotional baggage on some guy who saw my face for the first time."

"Gotham's hero, lady's and gentlemen," he dryly remarks. But he supposes not all heroes wear capes, this hero happens to be keeping the lid of their sanity as tight as a jar of pickles, not all of them are models of mental health. Why would anyone take a look at the Batman and his sidekick and go, 'ah yes, these two are definitely sane.'

Oh and the nerve of you to call him "some guy", he is clearly more than that he always makes sure... But he didn't speak of it. A part of him wants to keep you talking, or at least, keep you. With his usual antics of speaking up, he knows it would snap you out of whatever reverie you are in and wheel his ass back in Arkham and so he kept his usual self at below the average.

You sighed. "Did you know how much of life I missed? Loved ones birthdays, important events that they're mad at me, favourite bands and artists' concerts, all that— my own birthdays... I don't want to say it out loud because I know Bruce had it worst and I don't want to seem... I don't want to come across as... I..." You struggled to put it into words, the dread of these words that were locked away bursts your thoughts and made its way pass your lips, you'd think you would be shun with thinking such a thing. "I don't know... That I'm not loving the hero life?"

Though half-baked, it finally felt good to let it out. Not only that, you weren't greeted with the sight of the disgust you were envisioning in your head, the reason why you often brushed these thoughts aside. Edward only sat attentive and understanding, he can't blame you for feeling that way at all.

"There's nothing wrong to feel that way."

"You really think so?" You find yourself stunned that Edward "The Riddler" Nygma would get you of all people, let alone, for him to be the first person you'd confide in about the long-held thought.

He nodded in response. You clearly need a friend who understands you.

You sink at the feeling of relief. In hindsight, you just made a friend out of one of Gotham's rogues. Taking a breather, you unlocked your cuffs and stood.

"Right. I've talked your ear off," you pocket the handcuffs and took a communication device from your belt. Pressing a few buttons, static emits from this device and Edward braces himself.

"Where are you?" A deep voice from the comm link rumbles from your very core. You didn't know whether you shivered from the cold, Gotham air and the wetness of your form or the mere effect of Bruce.

You cleared your throat. "The docks. I lost him."

Edward's eyes widened. Ohohoho, really now?

"Stay there."

With that, the link ended and you untense in relief. Turning over Edward, you gave him a look.

"Not a word. I'm letting you go," That should make you equal. "Stay out of trouble."

He scoffs. Does he look like he'd abide by that? But then again, laying low for awhile is a plan.

"Toodles~!" He skips off.

After his departure, you were anticipating the feeling of regret to creep in... It didn't. Instead, you were looking forward to seeing him again. Just what was that encounter was something you could have never ever foreseen, but then again, he is an Enigma.

#edward nygma #riddler x reader #dc x reader #edward nygma x reader #dc x you #edward nigma #batman unburied riddler x reader #batman unburied

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thebest-medicine · 2 years

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Three Times Hunter Got Tickled and One Time He Didn’t

Fandom: The Owl House

Words: 4,414 [read on AO3]

Summary: Hunter slowly opens up to the people in his life who have shown time and again they care for him. Maybe being vulnerable around others isn’t the worst thing in the world. [warning, contains: fluff, tickling, tickle magic]

Characters: Lee!Hunter, Ler!Flapjack, Ler!Luz, Ler!Willow and the rest of the Emerald Entrails (ft. Palisman) briefly Lee!Luz and Ler!Hunter

Asks/Prompts/insp:

A/N: Thank you all for sending me these after I posted about toh ideas. I enjoy all of these ideas and had to write something up, taking a little inspiration from each.

I. Flapjack

It was nice having someone to talk to, someone to care for, someone who seemed to want to be around him through everything he’s been through recently.. someone who wanted to stay with him. It was no secret that Hunter had a soft spot for his Palisman, despite how he lowered his voice to a whisper when he would dote on Flapjack or remind the sweet palisman how much he loved him.

Hunter, content that he was (not truly) alone, read aloud to Flapjack, laying back against the bed they had taken up residence in at the Owl House.

King and Luz had worked out a draft of the sequel to Ruler’s Reach, which Hunter had all but jumped at the chance to read when they mentioned it. They had found the sparkles in his eyes and the way he tried so hard to play it casual so, so endearing.

Hunter sometimes paused when reading if he didn’t quite understand something about it. A reference, a word, an interaction between characters especially, since he didn’t have much personal experience on that front.

Flapjack had been around for some time, it seemed, and had some reassurances and answers at times. Other times, he watched Hunter excitedly try to work it out or research some new vocabulary.

This time, he had stopped in confusion after reading about a character’s knees going weak and them falling into laughter just from their friend grabbing their side unexpectedly. Since when did people react like that to being surprised? Maybe they were…. nervous about some, unspoken chemistry between them? And sudden close contact brought all the butterflies in their stomach out in a burst of laughter? He felt a pang of familiarity when he started thinking about it for a second too long.

Flapjack noticed he had gone quiet and tweeted curiously at him.

“Hmm? Oh I was just… that seems weird. Why would touching someone make them laugh..?” Hunter wondered aloud to Flapjack, who chirped cheerily in reply.

“Really?” Hunter gave him a skeptical look.

Flapjack flew up a few inches above him, tittering louder.

“What? Ok…” Hunter set the manuscript to the side and watched Flapjack curiously.

Flapjack chirped approvingly and landed on Hunter’s chest. He sang a few more directions only Hunter could seem to understand.

“Huh? Why would I-“

Flapjack chirped impatiently.

“Fine, I promis-“ He cut himself off with a hum in his throat as Flapjack perched up on his collar bone and leaned down, nuzzling against his neck and under his chin.

“W-hehe- what are you doing?” Hunter finally opened his mouth to question Flapjack only to open the dam as giggles began to sputter out.

Flapjack moved lower to the side of his neck and brushed against a spot just below his ear. Hunter squealed quietly. “Hehey- this feeheheels hehe weird ahaha- oh Ti-hihihihihiton!”

Flapjack chirruped excitedly, and with a burst of energy to match, wiggled further into the crook of Hunter’s neck.

“Hey! Flahahahapja- Aha- okahahay, okay! I gehehehet it I get it!” Hunter chuckled out exasperatedly. “Ahaha-And I don’t think I hahaha- can keep my promiseehehehee to not push you away much longer!”

Hunter’s hands wrung into the blankets as he tried to stop himself from stopping Flapjack and fought the urge to hide his face.

Flapjack tweeted approvingly with a final brush up against Hunter’s chin.

“We gotta keep that a secret…” Hunter sighed tiredly as he reached a finger up for Flapjack to perch upon. “Promise?”

Flapjack fluttered and chirped disapprovingly.

Hunter’s eyes widened. “Wait- what do you mean no???”

II. The Emerald Entrails

Hunter sped across the field, feeling the wind flow through his hair as he gripped his staff tighter. As Skara drove a player from the other team into his trajectory, he and Flapjack shot disappeared in a flash just before colliding with the player. Hunter reappeared in a flash of gold on his staff, flipped upside down as he passed over the startled witch, reaching out swiftly to grab their orange flag.

Just as he flipped back up, letting out a cheer as he readied himself to speed toward the goal spikes, he heard Gus cry out to him.

Hunter’s breath rushed out in a huff as he felt the impact of another witch slamming into him from the side. How had he missed them? Gus sped toward them, and Hunter tossed the flag he’d captured to his teammate just as the other witch wrestled his own flag off his staff. Hunter felt a pang of shame having been the first on their team to lose his flag. He made his way to the sidelines with a frown on his face.

The game continued with a rush as though nothing had happened. Willow took out another witch’s flag as Skara and Viney seemed to herd the other team around the court. Hunter felt himself flush as he thought about their opponents not even being that strong. How had they gotten the better of him?

Hunter continued frowning as he watched the game, his thoughts racing and focusing in on what he could have done better, and… hoping there would be a next time. What if they didn’t want someone like him on their team? What if they found someone better? Gus and Viney lost their flags simultaneously and joined him on the sidelines, pulling him a bit from his thoughts. They stood nearby chatting about their plays as Viney healed a few bruises of Gus’s. Hunter watched Willow and Skara work together seamlessly, truly impressive witches, to snag and place the last 3 opposing team members’ flags. They did it basically all without him. Hunter sighed, then jumped with a start as Viney tapped his shoulder.

“Well? Anything?” Viney asked again.

“Huh?” Hunter blinked at her.

“Did you hear anything I said?” Viney let out a laugh. “Are you good? Need anything healed?”

Hunter turned to face her. “No, yes, I’m fine. I mean- I was out so early I didn’t have time to get hurt anyway.” He stated quietly, turning back to the field and frowning.

Viney gave Gus a look.

Willow and Skara landed as Gus and Viney rushed them with a large bucket of Ghoul-Aid. “Another Entrails Victory!” Willow declared. Hunter didn’t immediately run to greet them, falling a pace behind the other two.

Willow took one look at him and shouted, “HUNTER! Get in here!” He felt a firm vine push him into the group for a hug. He tumbled forward without much protest into the other members of his team. They embraced him. He felt his face and ears warming up, and something… lighten inside of him as he let himself be hugged. He almost smiled.

“We did great!” Skara smiled, giving everyone an extra squeeze before letting go with a laugh.

“Yeah..” Hunter quietly agreed. He still felt instinctively like he let everyone down, despite their reassurances since they started playing together.

He turned away from the group as Flapjack transformed back and chirped at him, landing briefly on his shoulder. “Wh- Nothing!” He argued softly with the little bird as he walked away from the group.

More punctuated chirps.

“Seriously! I’m fine.”

Flapjack tilted his head with an inquisitive titter.

Hunter made his way to the sidelines and started collecting the few things he had brought with him.

Flapjack fluttered off his shoulder and hovered in front of his face, making him pause and stand up straight. “Oh come on!”

Hunter leaned in close with a sigh. “Okay. Fine! They don’t need me. Didn’t you see? They do fine without me.” He whispered.

Flapjack chirped at him once, then landed back on his shoulder as Hunter started to step around him. Flapjack nuzzled his little cheek and beak against Hunter’s neck, just behind his ear. Hunter’s face started to heat up again with a blush. “He-hey!” He scrunched his shoulder up a bit.

Flapjack move to his other shoulder, doing the same. Hunter let out a small laugh which seemed to draw the suddenly quiet group’s attention to him.

“Hunter? Where are you going?” Gus turned to ask him. “And what’s so funny?”

“Trying to ditch us already?” Willow teased, waving him back over.

“No… I.. I was just going to…. go hom…e….” He said weakly, kicking the toe of his shoe into the dirt.

“What? Why? We haven’t even celebrated yet!” Willow moved toward him. “Stay for a bit, please?” “

Hunter stopped in his tracks, bowing his head. “You guys played amazing.. I know I wasn’t… helpful today and I apologize, Captain.” He looked down at the dirt beneath Willow’s shoes.

“What are you talking about?” Willow gaped. “You are a-ma-zing at flyer derby.”

“Everybody gets got at some point in the game! That’s why we are a ~team~!” Skara emphasized.

“But I let everyone down today…”

A now familiar feeling of a large vine shoved against him, and Hunter was quickly swept back over to the group.

“You. Did. Not.” Willow and the rest of the team insisted as they embraced him. “Let. Anyone. Down.”

“Accept our love!” Gus cried out as an order as the whole team squeezed him tight. Everyone’s palisman started to join in too, crowding around the only open space which happened to be… Hunter’s hair and neck. Hunter felt warm and not just in his cheeks from the kindness they showed him. But, he wasn’t one to forgive himself easily. He resisted a bit, fighting to keep his frown. His mouth opened to stutter out some kind of excuse for why he was undeserving of their love and appreciation.

But that thought was suddenly interrupted when Flapjack started nuzzling into his neck again. Hunter made a small noise in his throat, his frown fully faltering. He started to flinch and squirm subtly in everyone’s grip.

Willow looked up and grinned, “Aww Flapjack’s trying to get him to smile!” The edge of her lips turned up in a smirk when she made eye contact with Hunter and saw him fighting down giggles. She knew that look anywhere.

Soon the other palisman took a cue from Flapjack and started nuzzling into Hunter’s neck. His teammates still had him trapped in a bear hug from all sides, and these palisman were really starting to, well, tickle. Hunter squirmed a little more noticeably as he chuckled out a half-hearted. “Let me gooo.”

“Not until you really smile!”

“And stop apologizing!”

“And acknowledge your skills are sick!”

“And accept that we all love having you on this team!”

Everyone yelled back at him cheerily in response. Hunter would have continued to protest but he was too busy trying his hardest not to laugh from these pesky palismen.

Willow gave Hunter a look as a strangled squeal crawled its way out of his throat. “I think they might have the right idea…” She grinned as she caught his eye.

“W-Wait.” Hunter felt the grin that had been fighting for its place on his mouth take the upper hand as he saw a dark smirk spread on Willow’s face. She wormed her hands around within their hug, a large tangle of arms. Hunter’s arms were somewhat pinned to his sides due to the sudden embrace of his teammates. Willow reached his stomach and ran an experimental couple of fingers against the uniform shirt.

Hunter’s smile curled as he fought the urge to laugh, imagining it would only serve to make this situation worse for him. His face flushed a deeper red and his ears to match.

“Aww.. our favorite teammate has some ticklish entrails!” Willow chuckled as she wiggled her fingers in a claw against his middle.

Hunter sputtered, wiggling himself to escape the hug just as he started to laugh out loud. Figuring there was no way around and up was full of tickly palisman, Hunter decided to go down, and fell to the ground as Viney, Gus, Skara, and the Captain smiled down at him like hungry sea monsters who just caught a ship. Hunter squeaked as they laughed and launched at him, piling onto Hunter haphazardly and poking and tweaking at his sides, stomach, and knees. Gus got a hand up by his neck like he had seen the palisman try earlier and was rewarded with a scrunch and a high pitched giggle.

“Hahahah noooo hahaha guys!” Hunter whined, though he was definitely feeling better now than he had been a few minutes ago.

Willow squeezed up both of his sides before slowing to a stop, instructing the others to pause their fingers as well.

“So Hunter. I really want to let you up here.” She started.

“Ok. Great.” He replied, panting.

“But-“

“But…” He swallowed, eyes darting to each of his teammates.

“You need to STOP being so hard on yourself. We seriously love having you on this team. You are amazing.”

Hunter broke eye contact as she spoke.

“I wanna hear it.” Willow insisted as she and Skara and Viney kept him pushed to the ground.

“Hear- what? No!” Hunter protested.

“I wanna hear you agree that you’re amazing..” Willow sing-songed. “Or we’re gonna have to tickle you some more until you do!” She grinned wolfishly.

Hunter let out a small squeak, face turning somehow even more red as his team held him on the ground smiling and teasing. “N-no wayahahaha hey!”

Skara and Viney each squeezed his above his knees while Willow poked into his stomach. Hunter’s hands flailed about as he let out a laugh without much of a fight. Gus and Flapjack along with the other palismen brushed against his ears and neck and collar bones, making him cackle.

“Okay- okayhaahahahy ahh- I get it hehehe!” Hunter pleaded with them between squeals and swells of laughter. Hunter was fully smiling now, his self-deprecating mood be damned.

There was something about the way that his teammates cared enough to reassure him. The way they were determined to see him smile. The way they all were so open with kindness. The way that they were certainly killing him right now- but were also being deliberately gentle with him.

Hunter squeezed his eyes shut as laughter started to pour out more freely. He was dying but he was also enjoying the strange and fun yet unbearable closeness amongst his team.. his… friends. He thought perhaps he would have been flushed just from these thoughts alone. But he didn’t have to worry about that, because the wiggling fingers attacking various spots kept him red and thoroughly too distracted to think about much.

“I wanna hear it…” Willow reminded him.

Hunter gasped at a spot Willow found on his lower ribs. “Okay- ALRIGHT!” He cried out. She stopped but kept her hand in place. The rest slowed down a bit but kept poking and squeezing intermittently at his knees and neck. “I’m ahahahahaha I’m an amazing flyer derby plahahahahayer!” Hunter giggled out.

“And?”

“And whahahahaat?” Hunter whined, looking up at her.

“And person!” She tweaked the spot on his ribs again. Hunter threw his head back with a squeal.

“Wh- Why???????” He whined louder.

Willow reached her other hand across his abdomen and began to tweak his lower ribs on both sides, making Hunter jump under her touch. “Why? Why what?” Willow responded. “Why are you an amazing person? Why do you have to say it? Why are you so ticklish?”

Hunter let out a noise of protest as she teased.

“Well, the first one, I can think of plenty of reasons!” Willow continued.

“We should make a list!” Gus smiled.

“Nooooooo..” Hunter whined through giggles, fighting the urge to cover his face.

“Excellent flyer!” Willow began.

“You’ve got the moves dude!” Skara agreed.

“Sweetest relationship ever with Flapjack!” Viney added.

“Guhuhuhhuuys!”

“Ok we can go into detail about how great you are later, speaking of, that brings us to number two! You have to say it because it’s THE TRUTH!” Willow worked her fingers up toward his underarms and upper ribs, making his laughter heighten in pitch.

“As for the last one, why are you so ticklish, I’m not sure we can ever know the answer!” Gus quipped with a smile.

Willow leaned in closer to Hunter, catching his eyes. “Well, we can at least find out the How and the Where, maybe not the why!”

“I wonder if you could figure out where someone’s ticklish with healing magic?” Viney pondered aloud.

Hunter was pretty sure all the blood in his body was pounding in his head, making him blush from his neck to his ears. He couldn’t take this much longer. Still, they did seem to be gentler with him than he had seen others be. No one was tickling too hard or too fast. He was fully embarrassed and full of laughter but he could breathe. He was just also dying. He would have to…. Say nice things about himself.

He laughed endearingly as he fought weakly against Willow and the others, not doing much to stop any of the tickling attack. His arms fought between clamping down, covering his face, struggling to push away hands on his middle, and swatting at the ticklers attacking his neck and ears. Both were futile. “Ahhahah I’m ahah I’m amazing I’m amazing! Hahahaa please!” He finally yelled through his laughter.

The feeling stopped all at once. “And don’t you forget it.” Willow said with a wink as she helped him to his feet.

Skara punched his shoulder playfully as he got up. “Good game. Can’t wait til the next one!”

“Need any healing after that?” Viney asked with a chuckle and a wide grin.

Hunter chuckled. “No. I’m good.” He looked up only to see Willow giving him a look. “I mean! I mean I’m amazing!” He blurted out.

They all laughed after a beat.

III. Luz (& Magic)

“No way! Get that away from me!” Gus cried out with a lightness in his voice as he rounded the corner into the living room. Hunter looked up at him with alarm.

“Come onnnnn! Help me figure out how it works!” Luz’s voice called back from behind. She appeared a few seconds later, booking it after Gus. They both had smiles on their faces. Hunter tried to assess what was going on when Gus darted behind him.

“No way! I saw what you- what you did to Amity! And Willow!” Gus shrank himself behind Hunter, who instinctively put his arms out to guard Gus from their friend.

“What? What happened?” Hunter gave Luz a strange look. “What is going on?”

“She’s going to torture meeeeee!” Gus whined. He had a smile in his voice though.

“What?” Hunter scrunched his eyebrows at the human. She seemed to have been looking for an opening, a paper in her hand which Hunter assumed contained a glyph combination, like he had seen her use before. “Ok seriously what is going on? Are you ok? Is Willow ok?” Hunter didn’t know what to make of them.

“I just found a new… interesting glyph combo… and I’m trying to test it out!” Luz explained as she reached out a few times for Gus unsuccessfully. She growled, playfully frustrated.

“Wait..” Luz stopped, looking up after Hunter blocked her attempt to grab Gus again. “Maybe you can help me instead!” She got a huge grin on her face.

Gus started to back away from Hunter, laughing nervously as he looked for the next place he could run to or hide.

“I don’t think I want to do.. whatever is making Gus sprint away from you..” Hunter glared at her.

“It’ll be really quick though! I promise! Nothing bad will happen!” Luz smiled, putting on her best honest look.

Gus laughed. “Depends on what you call bad!”

“Are you ticklish, Hunter?”

“What?” Hunter almost squeaked. Luz gave him a look that made him feel like he should definitely answer no.

Luz didn’t wait any longer for their protests before she reached out to slap a glyph onto Hunter’s chest. He looked down at it and her hand as she tapped it. He flinched at the touch.

And then suddenly it was… a feeling. “What did? What did you do?” Hunter felt his skin start to buzz, tingle, like Luz’s hand was still there, but also in 20 other places, lightly moving like Flapjack’s feathers. But there wasn’t a hand there. He gasped. Hunter’s mouth curled up at the sides as he took a few steps backward, falling into Gus.

“It’s a new combo I learned- by accident.. I just don’t know if it..makes someone feel ticklish? Or just tickles them? Or just makes them laugh?” She pondered. “Gus, Willow, and Amity agreed to help me out with some research but then Gus chickened out when the other two started laughing! I’d love to hear your notes though!” She pulled out of a pen and paper and beamed at Hunter.

Gus giggled as he caught Hunter, who was twitching and had his mouth squeezed shut.

“Well it’s-“ Hunter gritted his teeth. “It’s working- haha- ohohohoh no- Titan- how do you stahahhop it?” He dissolved into giggles as the feeling spread and got worse.

This was one of the first times Luz had seen a genuine smile or heard a real laugh from him. She was kind of glad Gus found her a new test subject.

“I’m- not sure how long it would last, but you can also stop it like this.” Luz reached down to the paper still adhering to his chest and pulled it off. Stopping the sensation from spreading further down to his legs or up to his neck…

“That was… terrible.” Hunter laughed. “Never do- wait.. actually.” He reached for the hand Luz extended to help him fully to his feet. “You know what, it was super interesting, Human. In fact, I think you should try it for yourself.” As she was helping him and Gus up, Hunter reached into her pocket and grabbed a handful of her new pre-drawn glyphs.

“How many of these did you make?” Hunter teased. “Do you think they amplify the effects if you use more than one?”

“Um… I don’t know!” Luz stuttered with a nervous smile, eyes wide and bouncing between Hunter and Gus. She bolted backward down the hallway, only to be chased this time by the two witches and their laughter.

IV. Hunter (& Magic)

Willow emerged with a pink face from Luz’s room, followed by Amity, as they finally managed to remove the tickling glyph from each other. For some reason they could not seem to get it off themselves… They heard a squeal of laughter down the hall and went to go help Gus if Luz had captured him too, only to realize the laughter was coming from Luz herself.

Gus and Hunter high-fived with matching grins as they finished slapping a glyph onto Luz’s back, stomach, and finally a third just above her ankle. Luz contorted and wriggled on the ground with silly, full body laughter.

“That’s what you get!” Gus jeered at her and then smiled,

“Shuuthuhuhut up I dihihihidn’t even gehehet you! Juhuhust Hunter!” Luz managed to correct him between cackles.

Willow let out a laugh at the sight, walking up behind the boys. “Well.” She panted, still giddy from the tickling glyphs she and Amity had just escaped after being left to giggle indefinitely by Luz. “Looks like you guys took care of revenge for us.” She scooted between Hunter and Gus, watched on fondly as Luz snorted and curled and tried desperately to peel off the pesky glyphs.

“Hehehehehehehelp me!” Luz cried, looking to Amity who had yet to condemn her to this life of giggles. “Sweeheheheheheet potato! Dohohohon’t let them dohoho this!” She curled up like an armadillo only to end up flailing about as different spots started tingling, her feet, her neck, her sides, as the glyph magic spread.

“Aww…” Amity gave her a sympathetic look. “I‘ll help.” She paused, a slight grin gracing her still pink face. “Soon...”

Luz wailed in betrayal as she continued kicking and swatting at the not fully there tickling.

“So, Luz, is it worse with more than one? Like you hypothesized?” Gus cooed at her.

“OF COHOHOHOOURSE IT IS!” Luz cackled. “Pleasahhsshheehehehe have merceehehey!”

“Alright, alright.” Amity and Gus both reached down to remove the glyphs, leaving Luz a giggly puddle on the floor.

“So… she got you with the tickle glyphs too, hmm?” Willow wiggled her eyebrow at Hunter.

“Oh-” Hunter turned red. “Uh, yeah.” He felt a tinge of embarrassment bubbling in his middle. He hoped his ears wouldn’t turn red too. “She was, well, trying to get Gus, but-“

“Aw- did you save him?!” Willow pulled him into a quick hug. “How sweet.”

Hunter gave a half-smile, still rebooting for a second when she let him go. “Um- yeah- sure, I guess.” His ears were definitely red.

Gus startled Hunter when he grasped onto his shoulder from the other side, dramatically reciting, “My hero!”

“You know what, we should see if we could use something like that as a secret weapon for flyer derby!” Willow said a little too evilly for Hunter’s liking.

“Maybe we... don’t bring those things to practice with everyone.” Hunter laughed nervously, knowing he was still a bit pink.

“Aww don’t worry! We’ll be so nice to our hero!” Gus and Willow continued to tease while reassuring him.

They whisked Hunter away from the other two girls without any protest from him. Amity knelt down beside Luz, who wiggled closer and leaned her head back in her lap, still giggling lightly.

“That was prehehetty bad, omg,” Luz giggled as she stared up at her girlfriend with puppy dog eyes. She broke eye contact for a moment. “Sorry I left you and Willow like that to chase after Gus…”

“Well, I would’ve liked to have gotten a little payback, but I think Hunter and Gus took care of that for now.” Amity told her softly. She walked two fingers cheekily up Luz’s arm toward her face and tapped a finger on her nose. “Although at some point, I think I should help you figure out whether there’s a difference between your new trick and the real thing…”

Luz gaped at her, a nervous protest forming on her lips.

“Don’t worry.” Amity pressed a kiss to her temple. “Not today.”

Luz giggled. “Okay.” And she let herself melt into Amity’s touch, content to rest right there in the middle of the floor.

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damn girl you ride the angst part SO GOOD I had to take a break and breathe before scrolling down again. pls enlighten us the reason Martin didn't touch Eve on Pt. 4 bc I can't be the only one dying to know???

thank you so much for the love, darling! glad you like 'em ❤️ i actually had martin's POV drafted but deleted them before it could go live bcs i think it's going to be too long???

alas, since you asked and copying excerpts from my draft doesn't require much movement to my healing wrists...... here we go?

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eve wasn't the only one struggling to find peace with the reality that she and martin weren't happening. could it be martin's biggest regret since signing for real madrid?

grumpy!martin odegaard x sunshine!OC

word count: 0.9k

note: this bonus chapter takes place at the same time as part 4 so i'd suggest to read the series first! but disclaimer; i'm not the one asking for another angst ride, okay? pls don't hate me after this :( i didn't release this bcs y'all keep berating me not to prolong the couple's misery and i love you guys. anyways, i happen to write this at dawn as usual so not beta-read yet.

tags: my lovely loves @julianalvarez9 @formula1tina @okayline @mehrmonga @mrswhitethornbelikov @notleclerc @laurensficrecs @soccerwag9 <3

sunshine becomes you masterlist here

“invite her over,” his mother said.

it’d be fun, kristoff also said.

the two sentences were ringing off martin’s ears as he spun over the steering wheel to lead him god-knows-where. what he did know was that he had to get out of the house because it was starting to suffocate him.

funny his own home could now no longer be considered his sanctuary.

but as he veered down the roads, passing countless of buildings saturating the london scenery, he surrendered to the fact that he had lost to reality. the one where he lost eve, and the very one where he wanted to recoup back the warmth and comfort she exuded as she settled in his lap, his arms sneaking across her waist involuntarily like it was martin’s nature.

funny she was giving him warmth and comfort when she was seeking them in him the first place, as the cold winter air grazed her bright skin, thanks to the lighting from the chandelier. flawless, as he peppered down butterfly pecks against the glazing surface, drunk in her scent and the feeling of having her in his arms.

but as he passed down the hotel that was only hosting the Christmas gala weeks ago—god damn it, was it only weeks ago—he could feel his heart wrenching at the sight and he know he’d surrendered further to the reality that he had, indeed, lost everything.

just the way he’d gained them all overnight.

it all sank in the way sky sunk down on atlas, all the feelings and reality and what not. and it was mostly the reason why he had to flee his own home.

the presence of his family mentioning and fawning over eve was too much for martin to bear, for he was the only one who knew that he was a whole different person behind the walls—loser, never a winner. and them asking eve to come over was the nail to the coffin.

nothing else in this earthly side was he not reminded of eve, evangeline, his angel. everything of her had permeated his life, his world, his sanity.

and he hated it. he hated the fact that she had come barging into his life totally like a sunshine, so bright and deary and now martin didn’t think he could survive without her. he hated her for that, he hated her for how well they mashed together at the hips during the Christmas gala, he hated her for how excellent she tasted on the lips and on his hands. he hated her for leaving him traces of her for days to come, and for days to only repeat those memories, and for days to only come back to earth knowing she didn’t want him.

like he was a spilling dam in need of sealing, he hated her for making him wanting her.

and martin had never felt so helpless of his own life, more than when he couldn’t get a hold of his own future in madrid.

“martin,” he looked up at his name being called, and he was shocked to see the bane of his existence standing metres away from him. “what are you doing here?”

the same question could be asked by himself to his own self.

he didn’t realise his hands and feet maneuvered him involuntarily to the place belonging to the person in the roots of his extra-terrestrial crisis. it was as if his mind and body was telling—no, showing him that the answer to all of this agonizing was also the problem he thought it was.

what kind of problem looking so gut-wrenchingly heart-breaking, with hairs blown everywhere and tip of nose red from the early winter air blowing?

what kind of problem looking so gut-wrenchingly heart-breaking, still, when all he did the past week was to avoid her like a pest so he could prepare himself, body and soul, for the time he’d truly be deprived of the pleasure from the knowledge that she existed the same time as him? for the time he could truly move on from the magical night they shared together?

weeks away from her yet seconds he saw her, the words I miss you threatened to flood down his tongue. he wanted to them so badly but knew she’d kick him away this instance if he did so. so he did, biting off his tongue and pursing his lips so tight he could feel his muscles numbing.

because he didn’t want that—away from her anymore. not when the mere sound of her voice relieved everything inside of martin. not when he was so close—yet so far—like this.

so close he could smell eve’s signature smell, the very smell not escaping his nostrils ever since they got a sniff of her perfume. so close the tip of his fingers could feel the touch of her skin, as soft as the expensive material from the gown he’d purchased solely for her. so close he had to hide away his hands in the pockets, afraid to put another foot wrong the way his mouth did.

no matter how much they were itching to get a hold of her—anything of her. who was he to do that when she made it clear she didn't want him no more?

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