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brown-eyedblues · 2 years

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My Mind Is A Mess In The Morning

A/N: Hi! I haven’t written a blurb in a long long time, so I apologize if this sucks. I am easing back into writing again. Feedback and criticisms are welcome! Thanks xx

The song I was listening to when this idea came to mind was called My Mind Is A Mess in the Morning by Nick Leng.

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“‘Cause, oh, my mind is a mess in the morning

And you've seen when I break and when I fall

But somehow, it's the same, you love me through the rain

I'm amazed that you wanted someone like me”

You awoke to the sound of rain drumming on the window. You blinked as you let your eyes adjust to the dim light filtering through your curtains. The streetlight outside the window flickered ever so slightly. You became aware of an extra weight on your body and looked down at the sleeping form half laying on top of you. Your boyfriend’s head was tucked snuggly under your chin, one arm and one leg draped across your body. You remembered falling asleep like that- he claimed it helped him fall asleep faster when he could listen to your heartbeat.

Sighing, you slid out from under him, careful not to jostle him too much. You grabbed a throw blanket that was draped over the old chair in the corner and wrapped it around your shoulders as you shuffled quietly out of the room. You made your way to the bathroom, where you blinked at yourself in the floor length mirror. You dropped the blanket, letting it pool around your feet. Your eyes scanned your reflection. You stood there in just one of your boyfriend’s oversized t-shirts. You weren’t sure how long you stood there for- totally still. But with every passing moment you hated what you were seeing more and more.

You looked at your face. It was too round, and your lips were too thin. Your eyes trailed downward. Your waist wasn’t as thin as it used to be… wasn’t as toned as it was once upon a time. Lower still your gaze dropped, settling on your thighs. Bigger than you remembered them being- when did they start to grow? You looked at yourself up and down again. This time, when your eyes met the ones in your reflection, they glinted with tears. You barely even recognized the person in the mirror.

You sank to the floor and pulled your scarred knees to your chest. Now the tears were flowing from your eyes as you pressed your lips to your knees, hoping to muffle the sound of your sobs. You had to be quiet- your boyfriend, Will, was a fairly light sleeper and you didn’t want him to find you like this. He knew you had body image issues, but you had managed to hide your darkest moments from him thus far. You knew his heart would break at the sight of you curled up on the bathroom floor, sobbing over your appearance.

But, alas, it was too late. Between your ragged breathing you heard gentle taps on the door.

“Love? Are you in there?” Will asked, his voice hoarse with sleep.

“Yes, Will. I will be out in a minute. Go back to bed.” You said softly, hoping that your lowered tone would hide the watery sound of your voice.

There wasn’t a response, but the doorknob began to turn. You cursed under your breath at the sight of it. I should have locked the damn door, you thought to yourself. The door eased open and Will’s head poked into view. His bedhead would usually make you laugh, under different circumstances. It stuck out in different directions, falling into his eyes, which squinted against the fluorescent lighting of the bathroom. A flare of panic shot through your chest, and as if on queue the rain on the roof came down harder.

“Y/N, wha- what’s wrong?” Will stuttered, his eyes widening as he threw the door open the rest of the way.

“Nothing Wilbur, I’m fine…” You started, but even as the words came out of your mouth you knew they were futile. Will had already seen you, the façade wouldn’t work now.

Will, shook his head, his expression soft. Without saying a word, he sunk to floor, shifting and repositioning until he was behind you, a long leg on either side of your legs. His arms snaked around your body, pulling back against his chest. Your eyes met his in the reflection, and he smiled softly at you. He remained silent while you caught your breath, his hands gripping yours tightly. You were grateful for the silence. You didn’t feel much like talking, and honestly- Will’s presence was enough to calm you down.

“Feeling a little better, Darling?” Will asked, nuzzling his chin into the spot where your neck sloped into your shoulder.

“A little, yes,” You nodded your head. “Thanks, Will. I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“Don’t apologize! I will always be here if you need me,” He started, his voice soft. “Maybe you could tell me what had you so upset? I can talk it out with you, if you want?”

You were unsure what to say- you didn’t want to burden him with your silly body image issues, but you knew he wouldn’t take no for an answer. “It’s nothing really. I was just looking at myself in the mirror and I was just overwhelmed by how unattractive I am. I don’t know when I started to look like this but something has got to change…” You trailed off when you met his eyes in the mirror. For a moment, his eyes sparked with what looked like anger.

“You, my love, are the most beautiful person I have ever seen,” He nearly shouted, shock coating each word. “You have no idea how many times a day I think about how lucky I am to be in a relationship with someone so beautiful, genuine, funny, kind-”

“Alright, Wilbur. I get that you feel that way, but I don’t feel that way majority of the time. It’s hard Will… I scroll online and I just see the most gorgeous people in the world. Every other post is some instagram model with the most insane body… It’s hard not to compare myself-” You played with his fingers absentmindedly as you spoke, but you stopped speaking when his hands abruptly left yours and he was suddenly twisting your body to face him.

“They don’t have anything on you, Darling. I promise you that.” He stated earnestly, and for some reason you believed him. It was like every doubt in your mind was melting away.

“It really amazes me sometimes, you know that?” You asked, cupping his face gently, your thumb tracing the curve of his lower lip.

“What does?” He asked, one eyebrow quirking up in interest.

“That you wanted someone like me.” You stated matter-of-factly. But before he could respond, you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. When you pulled away slightly, you knew you wore the same lovesick smile he had on his face. You wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him close to you. He took that as an opportunity to lift you off the floor as he stood to his full height. You giggled as he carried you to the bedroom and tossed you down on the bed. He climbed onto the bed, settling half on top of you again.

Sleep started to take hold again, but just before you gave in and let sleep take you, you heard Will murmur into your chest. It was hard to understand, but you were pretty certain it was something along the lines of “I’m amazed that you chose someone like me.” And just like that, you fell asleep under the weight of your boyfriends body, without a worry in the world.

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bnha-mcu-requests · 4 years

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Request : #kissmybestfriendchallenge

Hi could you make a Bakugou or Todoroki one-shot where the reader does the #kissmybestfriend challenge from tiktok? Fluff or Lime.. Um thanks..

Ask and you shall receive! This was really fun to write and I hope you like it!

I could feel every cell in my body tingle, as though Katsuki’s explosions were effecting my very soul, the sensation spreading rapidly through me from the point of contact.

This….this…what?

Waking up this morning was not on the top of my bucket-list, particularly after such an intense round of battle simulations that Aizawa had us going through last night, something about ‘villains don’t care what time it is’.

As much as I agree with that statement, any villain that attacks at 2 in the fucking morning can actually suck my toes…wait no…a villain that ATTACKS can suck my toes. Yeah, that’s better, I nod to myself, slowly dragging my aching body out bed, trying desperately to ignore the siren calls of the still warm bed sheets.

Mornings can suck my toes as well, at least it’s a Sunday so no ‘surprise’ training sessions today.

Outside the dorm room I can hear the tell-tale signs that the others are getting up as well, Kaminari and Sero’s loud conversations floating uninvited into the sanctuary that is my room… it’s too early for this bullshit.

Deciding against getting dressed, I threw on a bathrobe, tying the cord loosely around my middle, too tired to care about my appearance, and swung open the door, allowing the aura of death to seep from my very being into the common room down the hall, warning the others of my mood.

Conversation quieted rapidly, for that I was grateful and things were starting to look up until I walked into the room.

“Y/N!! IT IS HIGHLY INAPROPRIATE FOR YOU TO WALK AROUND DRESSED LIKE THAT! I UNDERSTAND THAT YOU MAY BE TIRED BUT IT IS HIGHLY DISRESPECTFUL TO YOUR CLASSMATES WHO MAY BE UNCOMFORTABLE ABOUT YOUR STATE OF DRE-”

Slowly, calmly, I raised up my middle finger and trudged past Iida, unwilling to grace him with a response. He sputtered and flailed his arms in that weird chopping motion he does -I wonder why he does that?- as I walked into the kitchen, nodding at Katsuki who was stood at the stove flipping what looked like pancakes. Without saying a word, he slid me a mug full of the life giving bean juice, grunting at my muttered thanks.

A few sips in and I was already feeling better, drawing myself upright and releasing the heavy aura that had permeated the room previously, sending the others in the common room an apologetic smile at the sighs of relief, yeah my control is not great first thing in the morning.

The day passed quite peacefully after that, some of the class having made plans to go to the mall, had left soon after breakfast, calling out quick thanks to Katsuki as they passed the kitchen, grinning at his customary, “YOU THINK I NEED THANKS FROM FUCKS LIKE YOU?! OF COURSE IT WAS DELICIOUS, I MADE IT!”.

Everyone else continued to mill around the common room, talking among themselves and watching the TV or drifting back to the dorm rooms to get on with any last minute assignments. Momo and Jirou were sat watching videos on Jirou’s phone and occasionally giggling or blushing. My interest peaked, I walked over to see what they were looking at.

I could feel my face lighting up when I saw the girl lean over and kiss her ‘bestfriend’ leading to an intense make out session.

“W-what the fuck is that?” I asked, unable to keep the shocked stutter out of my voice.

“Oh! Y/n I didn’t know you were stood there!” Momo gasped, face flushing in embarrassment at being caught. Jirou on the other hand seemed unbothered, fixing me with a deadpan expression before saying,

“It’s the #kissmybestfriend challenge on TikTok, it’s really popular at the moment.” I shifted under the intense gaze she and Momo suddenly fixed on me, as cheshire grins suddenly crept across their faces.

Whatever was about to happen, I wanted no part in it and I carefully began to inch backwards, very aware of how close the two were getting. I could feel the room begin to heat up and the others sat on the couches began to shift uncomfortably under the weight of my aura as it once again began to fill the room. Momo and Jirou to their credit seemed mostly unbothered by it as they continued their advance.

“Say, Y/n, you and Bakugo are pretty close right?” Jirou asked

“Very close, one could almost call you best-friends, no?” Momo continued, both of their smiles turning from cheshire to shit eating.

“W-what are you talking about? Katsuki and me? N-noway! We’re just friends!” I managed to stutter out as images began to flood my mind, unbidden, from their implications.

“Friends that call each other by their first name even though you’ve only known each other for a year or so…”

I tried to stutter out a response, the air becoming even heavier still from my increasing embarrassment and confusion.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN HERE? EARPHONES, PONYTAIL, BACK THE FUCK OFF, Y/N CALM THE FUCK DOWN, I CAN’T FUCKING BREATHE IN HERE” saved by the bell, kinda.

Momo and Jirou do back off at this but their smiles widen at the use of my name instead of a nickname. Thanks Katsuki but did you really have to prove a point in the process?!

I took a deep breath and once again, released the room from my aura before taking the opportunity to split and race back to my room.

I spent the rest of the morning sat on my bed thinking over what Momo and Jirou had said. Sure, Katsuki and I were close, but we weren’t like that. We just got each other, we were on the same wavelength, we vibed. That’s all, right?

Unable to let it go, I let myself slump back onto the bed sheets that only hours ago I had felt so comfortable in. I grabbed my head and rolled backwards the forwards, groaning and lamenting at my apparent inability to function as a normal human being.

I was so busy feeling sorry for myself, I almost missed the sound of my door opening. I looked up only to slump back down as I registered just who it was that had invaded my abode.

“HAH??” was the eloquent response to my deflated sigh. I couldn’t even bring myself to snap back with a quick comeback, so busy trying to hide the inappropriate thoughts from showing on my face.

He looked good.

A redundant statement, he always looked good. But right now, with this rose tinted filter over my eyes, he looked almost edible.

I blinked uncomprehendingly at him as he finished speaking. I hadn’t listened to a word of what he had said. I gulped at the look of annoyance that flickered across his face, flinching silently as he launched himself onto the bed next to me, almost certain this was the start of another loud and typically harmless argument.

“I said, what got you in such a state earlier?” he growled out, eye contact so intense, I couldn’t tear myself away from it.

“N-nothing, it was nothing Katsuki,”

“I’ll be the one that decides that thanks” he said, voice flippant.

Frustration licking at my nerves, I did something that under normal circumstances, I would never even consider. I whipped out my phone and opened up my TikTok, quickly setting it to record.

His eyes widened in confusion as I placed it on the bedside table facing us both. So concerned about what the phone was doing, he didn’t get the chance to stop me as I grabbed his face and pulled him in close, our lips meeting briefly.

No matter how fleeting our contact, I felt fireworks spread through my entire being, lips tingling. I looked back up at him, dreading the look of disgust on his face. Oh… what had I done? I had just ruined this perfectly good relationship by being an idiot-

I squeaked as I felt him grab me and pull in, eyes sparking and face warped in a snarl - goodbye world, you were shitty.

I squeaked at the feeling of his warm lips pressed against mine, movements rough and passionate and I couldn’t help but let my eyes slip closed, enjoying the intensity and fervour behind the kiss, allowing myself to indulge in the bliss of his surprisingly soft lips.

His tongue brushed fleetingly across my bottom lip as his hands tangled in my hair and I opened my mouth, permitting him entry, head still spinning at the impossibility of what was currently happening. I could feel my grip on my quirk slip and suddenly, the room was filled with fireworks, bursting flashed of happiness, surprise, excitement and, small hints of arousal. This was like nothing I had ever experienced and not for the first time, I was thankful that while others could feel the pressure of my aura, they couldn’t immediately recognise what it meant. Though, if Katsuki continued with his ministrations, it wouldn’t be too long before the aura was strong enough that he could see it as well as feel it.

He pulled back, both of us gasping for air, his face flushed and a smug smirk on his face as he took in my dishevelled appearance, clearly proud of the mess he had made of me. His gaze travelled down my body before his face lit up like a tomato and he looked swiftly back up to my face. I looked down to see what had caused his sudden embarrassment and noticed that at some point during our make out session, my bathrobe had slipped down, the tie in the middle coming loose and exposing more of my chest than I had realised in the heat of the moment.

Gasping, I shoved him off, pulling it closed again to protect what little dignity I had left before looking back up at him, suddenly shy now that the situation had lightened.

“Not that I didn’t enjoy that y/n but what the fuck?” he asked, voice lacking the bite it usually carried and I couldn’t have stopped the fond smile even if I had wanted to as he reached behind his head to rub at the back of his neck where his blush was the darkest.

“Well, Momo and Jirou-” I sighed at his blank expression, “Ponytail and Earphones” his eyes widened slightly in remembrance.

“Wait, was this about those shitty videos they were watching?” he suddenly got another smug look on his face as he leaned in closer, so close I could feel his breath on my face and I felt my heart rate spike again, “If you wanted to kiss me so badly, you didn’t need a stupid excuse like that,” he said and I felt myself flush again.

“Nope! Absolutely not! Out! Get out!” I shot up, blushing uncontrollably as I began to push him out of the room, trying to ignore the shit eating grin on his face as he allowed himself to be shoved across the threshold. Before I could slam the door on him however, he grabbed my arm and pulled me in for a quick, but no less intense kiss.

“One for the road” he said when I looked up at him. I felt my blush explode across my whole body then, and threw the door shut with such intensity the pictures on the walls began to shake precariously on their fixtures.

I almost missed the soft, fond chuckle from the other side of the door as he began to walk back to his own room as I slumped against the wall and slowly sank to the floor.

I help my clenched fists to my chest, trying to calm down my racing heart as my blush slowly began to recede. I lent my head against the wall with a muted ‘thump’, taking in the room that suddenly seemed brand new, despite nothing having changed. My eyes caught on the phone propped up on the bedside table, repeating video showing that it had finished recording.

I crawled over to it, knees still shaking and clasped it close, watching the video, slightly disbelieving what had just happened and reminding myself to thank Momo and Jirou for pushing me into this situation, even if I didn’t think I was ready for it.

I smiled softly, cheeks pink and heart full as I clicked ‘save to drafts’.

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ajokeformur-ray · 4 years

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A beacon of hope // Arthur Fleck X Reader // soft comfort.

Summary: You just really need Arthur. You need him so badly it hurts. Even without you saying a word does he know the extent of your fears, doubts and worries. Without you saying a word, does he hear you. He hears you, he knows you, he loves you.

Dedicated to @rebs-doom - I love you so much, honey. I hope that this provides some comfort to you.

Contains tears, smoking (reader and Arthur), angst (reader; suicidal ideation, dissociative states and other), fluff. Heavy feelings are described here so if this may affect you, please either read with care or skip this piece.

Word count: 1, 787.

You lay on the floor in the darkening living room, another cigarette between your lips. You had smoked so much today that your lungs hurt but you didn’t care. Why would you? Pain at least meant that you were alive. So intently were you staring up at the ceiling that you failed to notice a concerned Arthur leave the bedroom. He stopped dead in the doorway and just looked at you. He just looked.

He said nothing. He did nothing. Not yet.

Arthur just watched as you took a deep drag from your cigarette, your finger carelessly tapping away the excess ash, which scattered all over you and the worn carpet. He watched as orange flecks flickered out in the low light of the room. You seemed... weighted. Like you were having an internal crisis. You looked like someone who was tired. Tired of waking up every day just to do the same things. Tired of trying but not seeming to get anywhere. Tired of living.

You looked like you were just waiting to die, such was the aura of hopelessness around you.

Following his instinct, Arthur padded across the carpet and unceremoniously threw himself down beside you. He gave you some space as he lay down beside you, his head turned so that he could have all of him focused on you, but he needn’t have bothered.

Smoke blew out of your nose as you exhaled. Time had seemed to come to a stop, so lost in your head were you. Nothing existed outside of these four walls. It was only you and your raging thoughts, which swirled through your mind like a hurricane and refused to allow you rest. You just wanted it all to stop, to go to sleep listening to your favourite songs and never wake up.

With gentle fingers did Arthur pluck your half finished cigarette out of your slack grip, take a deep drag and as he exhaled through his mouth, he handed it back to you. You hadn’t even blinked since he had laid down. It was with growing concern that he rolled and propped his head up with his hand; putting all his weight on one elbow as he gazed at you with tears in his eyes.

“Stop that,” He murmured, reaching out with his other hand to smooth out the crease between your eyebrows. “Your thoughts are lying to you.”

“How do you know?” The broken whisper of a breaking heart. Tears poured hot and fast down your face. With a shaking hand did you raise your cigarette to your lips, inhaling on it for the last time. You had let it run down to the filter, too lost within your own mind to be able to smoke it. Your lungs ached but you didn’t care. You really and truly just didn’t.

“Because I do.” Arthur still had more to say but as he saw you reach out blindly without tearing your eyes away from the ceiling - you had yet to look at him - for the pack of cigarettes, he said, “How many of those have you had tonight, baby?”

You shrugged carelessly. “I don’t know. I don’t care,” were the words that escaped as you exhaled what little smoke remained in your lungs. The words left you in a sigh.

Sneakily did Arthur slide the pack of cigarettes towards him and away from your probing, trembling fingers. He stood, then, tossed the pack behind the television, and looked down at you. The same hand which had discarded the cigarettes reached down to help you up, and you stared at his hand like it was something you had never seen before.

Arthur smiled tightly, all of his usual childlike innocence gone from his face, his eyes swimming with worry and concern, and tugged you up to standing. With his fingers still intertwined with yours did he walk with you to bed. He needed to get to the bottom of what you were feeling and he needed to do it soon, before the moment passed and you were calm again. But you wouldn’t be, not really. He knew well what happened with thoughts that were left to fester and then became toxic to your mind; they exploded without a care for how they manifested and you would be left to ride them out. You would feel everything all at once and cry harder than you felt you had ever cried before in your life, and then in minutes would it be over and the moment gone. Arthur would be there through it all, no matter what the personal cost was. He hadn’t seen you smile all day and it had left him with a heavy heart.

Not caring that you were both fully dressed, Arthur got you into bed - your eyes had glazed over again and he knew that you had gone back inside your mind, your teeth worrying your bottom lip - and then he got in beside you. Instantly did he tug you into his chest by wrapping an arm around your shoulders. His fingers tapped out a beat that only he could hear as they danced upon your flesh; raising goosebumps in their wake.

“Do you want to tell me what’s going on, angel?”

“I have so many questions,” A whisper, like you dared not speak your thoughts aloud lest you make them real, “I don’t even want to ask,”

Arthur paused. Mentally braced himself. You had been strong for him so, so many times, and now it was his turn to be strong for you. “What is it? Tell me everything. And I want the truth; don’t lie to me.”

You smiled without humour. It twisted Arthur’s heart.

“I feel like I’m a burden... like people are only being nice to me so I don’t annoy them. I feel like I’m gonna end up alone. I don’t want to be alone.” You broke. A gut wrenching noise ripped its way out of your throat, startling you and Arthur both, and he sat up quickly, twisting around so that he was leaning over you. His hands brushed your hair away from your face, his thumbs rubbing across your cheek soothingly as he bent down to kiss your tears away.

“Sweetheart, no,” Arthur bit down hard on his bottom lip to stop his own tears from falling. It didn’t work. His tears fell and landed on your face and it was with haste that he brushed those away, too. “No. So long as you’re with me, you’ll never be alone. I love you so much.”

A hushed whisper. A pause. Two hearts beating erratically. One mind desperately searching for answers and the other desperately asking questions he would not speak.

“I love you too.”

More tears were kissed away. Arthur bent down to rest his forehead against yours as he slid his arms underneath your back and just held you. He cradled you in the safe cage of his embrace while you sobbed into the junction of his shoulder, your arms wrapped around his neck. He shushed you gently, his hands underneath you keeping you pressed solidly against him.

“You’re the best thing about this city.” Arthur murmured words of love and adoration to you as he kissed your hair, your forehead, your cheeks, your temples, your lips... anywhere and everywhere he could reach did he kiss you, as if he were trying to heal you by touch alone. He allowed his own tears to fall and brushed away your own. “If I had to choose between saving you and saving this planet, then I would choose you. Every time. You’re my whole life.”

“I’m not worth it,” You whispered, confessing your darkest thoughts into Arthur’s neck.

He listened closely, closing his eyes against the sheer pain which shaped every syllable that left your dry throat. You were desperate for a glass of water but you cared little for your physical needs. You cared little for yourself as your mental state rendered you unable to do anything but to just feel.

“Don’t say that. Don’t.”

A soft noise of pain. Arthur’s arms tightened around you. His heart was slowly breaking as he thought over everything you had said tonight. What he focused on, though, was what you hadn’t said. Those were the things which greatly concerned him, and he hurried to think of something that would make you feel better.

He couldn’t have known that you were already beginning to calm down just by looking at you. Your mental anguish had forcibly translated itself on your face, your makeup running, your hair a mess. You looked as bad as you felt in your opinion, but to Arthur... oh, to him you were an angel. He wasn’t afraid of how intense your emotions were. You felt deeply, you hurt and you loved deeply. You were so incredibly precious to him, a true gem hidden in the grimy, filthy streets of Gotham, and you had no idea just how special you were.

“I love you, Artie.”

He smiled at the sound of the nickname that you had for him. You only used it when you truly wanted to show the depth of your love for him, and it was something that he treasured above all else. It meant that you were starting to come back into yourself as your hormones regained their balance within your brain. Emotions were tricky things and their effects were often severely underestimated. As such, they manifested themselves in violent ways and you were left to deal with them as best as you could, even if you didn’t know what you were feeling or why you were feeling it.

“I love you too, darling. So much.”

You stayed like that for a time. When you were ready, you would get up and get ready for bed and return there to be held as you fell asleep, Arthur’s fingers in your hair and your fingers in his as you shared one pillow and one side of the bed; pressed together so tightly that not even a sheet of paper could get between you.

But for now... oh, for now would you allow yourself to feel what viciously demanded to be felt, simultaneously basking in the love of one of the people who loved you the most and made sure that you never, ever doubted it. Arthur was your warm beacon of hope in a dark and cold world, and he would never have it any other way; no matter how intense your emotions got or how far into a dissociative state you spiralled.

For better or for worse, Arthur Fleck loved all of you just as much as you loved all of him.

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catofulthar000 · 4 years

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ad1ostoreador

As promised, Tav will transportalize himself to Tavros's hive coords, before too long. He just needed a little time to change into the darkest clothing he's got, and explain the situation to Gamzee, at least in part. When he gets there... he's lowkey agitated, but also kind of grim/set about the jaw, wings giving little twitches and rustles against each other, at his back.

fiduspawnMaster

He comes in on the pad in the corner in the large open block, at first glance, there doesn’t appear to be much damage. Tavros is sitting on the loungeplank at the opposite end of the block, leaned over with his face in his hands, elbows on his knees. Coming closer, the stairwell comes into view, the first flight mostly intact, but the rest leading up to his respite block smashed to smithereens, moonlight filtering through the hole in the roof. The skylights in the ceiling are all cracked too from the impact, though none have shattered. Tavros looks up slowly from his hands, looking frustrated, but under a thick layer of exhaustion. There's still a huge, blue blood stain on the rug in the middle of the block, not really well hidden at all under the table scooted over it. "Hey.... There's, Uhm, Some seafins, waiting on the coast. I can lead you, To where they are with them... I still have some following from a distance... The, Uhh, Lowbloods are all okay, And, The dragon's on her way, Uhm, Just in case, I guess..." She didn't actually live on the surrounding plains and cliffs, so it took her a little while to fly to his hive normally.

ad1ostoreador

Is that bloodstain fresh enough to smell, still, or...? Tav is admittedly distracted first by the damage to the stairwell, and looking over Tavros for any signs of injury. "Um... yeah... that's... probably for the best. It's good that the, uh, others made it out... how many more are there?"

fiduspawnMaster

The stain is a few days old by now, nothing to do with what just happened, but part of why he's so fucking exhausted looking. "Yeah, Uh... There were three ships. The goat sunk one of the two smaller ones..." He points out towards the wall of windows across from the lounge plank, one of them being a sliding door out onto the porch. Across the field beyond the cliff, on the ocea, sat two retreating scraps of color on the horizon. "You can, Go out through there, If you can't find the seafins from here..." There were faint sparks of copper glowing in his pupils as he kept up communing with the beasts tailing the fleeing seadwellers.

ad1ostoreador

"I'll... go up to the roof, and... reach from there, I think..." He looks toward the windows, then moves to let himself carefully out onto the porch. He can pester for (and notice) details after the immediate threat is dealt with... for now, he flicks his wings out to their full spread and darts up to a perch on the rooftop, staring out over the waves and reaching his communing outward as his own eyes start to show traces of that glow. He keeps a light touch that skims over the seafins his counterpart is already communing with, not wanting to disrupt that or confuse them, and ranges further, seeking out ocean beasts anywhere in the vicinity of the ships, the bigger and fiercer the better.

fiduspawnMaster

Tavros just nods, sighing and putting his face back down in his hands. There is plenty to choose from. The sea here is alive with beasts of the fiercer variety. He's been cultivating the coastline here as a haven for them for many, many sweeps. The remaining angry goat was still around, along with a school of large lancefish and smaller ripperjaws and sawmaws. There was even a whole bed of massive gulp eels nesting in the cliffside nearby.

ad1ostoreador

Maybe it makes him bloodthirsty. Maybe it's just... transference, letting some hapless idiot pirates who shot off their cannons in the wrong direction stand in for her. But as far as he's concerned, they gave up any right to appeal for mercy when they forced lowblood kids into crewing for them. He's done making allowances for shitty highblood bullies. There are an awful lot of predators in the surrounding waters, and while his first impulse might be to simply ram the ships with the biggest of them, he also doesn't want them to have time to bring their cannons around to face what attacks them. So... he starts small. The little, flickering silver-sided algae-eaters that move in schools, starting to converge on the ships, well beneath the surface, unseen and largely unnoticed. Harmless... but beginning to swarm there... and the gentlest of touches to get the nearby predators' attention, but keep them shying clear of the growing school.

fiduspawnMaster

The seadwellers pay the swarms no mind, busy barking orders at their crew as the ships move further and further out to sea, trying to get away from the beast infested waters. There's not much hope of that though, beasts are everywhere... The smaller ship lags behind the larger one, four masted and gaudily decked out with intricate carvings and gold leafing on most surfaces. The owner of this boat was obviously a wader of excessive means.

ad1ostoreador

Really, he just doesn't want them to think a single thing of it. Nothing to see here. Just a freak migration of a mega-school, which happens to be rising closer to the surface than usual, despite the disturbances in the water caused by the passing ships above. People tend to think about communers in terms of 'talking' to beasts, which in Tavros's experience isn't at all what it's really like. They don't really talk. They feel, they have urges and instincts, and they react, and the less sentient they are, the more instantly reactive. Communing with a school of small fish (or a swarm of insects) is more a matter of gently nudging at their sense of where 'food' can be found, guiding the school up and up, until the surface of the water all around the swimming seadwellers and the lagging ship starts to churn with small fish leaping out of it, simply from the pressure of the masses swimming below. It's a matter of moments before a fish lands, flopping, on the deck of the smaller ship. Then three more, bouncing and flapping wildly across the planks. Then, dozens, and more, as the massive school beneath the surface slowly swirls. The little fish aren't big enough to pose a real threat to either ship, or the swimmers. It's the predators in pursuit of the massing food source that do, and the bigger the gathered food source, the more appealing it all looks to them. The trickiest part of it all isn't urging the fish into motion... it's keeping track of the predators to keep their bite-reflexes subdued until after he can distinguish just what they're pursuing. A gulp eel breaches first, just enough for its massive, sharp-fanged jaws to yawn open, and one of the swimming seadwellers who was nearing the side of a ship to vanish between them, shocked, along with a mouthful of tumbling fish.

fiduspawnMaster

The waders who haven't grabbed on to the sides of the smaller vessel yet cuss and hiss in confusion as they're suddenly swimming through fish instead of water, buffeted and slapped around by small, shimmery tails. The rustys on deck startle at the leaping fish, a couple bronze and burgandy's staring in confusion as a gaunt looking olive seizes the opportunity to pounce on one of the fish flopping on the deck and shove it into his mouth, tearing starving at the living flesh. The boat rocks when the gulp eel breaches the water, jaws neatly closing shut around it's prey, gullet swollen with fish and water and one unhappy passenger before constricting, a fan of water spraying up into the air over the deck as it slides back down into the water with barely a ripple. For a moment the other wader's holding onto the side blink dumbfounded through the mist and moonbows before scrambling faster up on deck, the ones still in the water flailing and slapping furiously at the fish to try to keep swimming.

ad1ostoreador

The worst part, for Tavros, is trying to track, through thousands of fish-eyes, what any of them are looking at, individually. Right now, at least, he's confident enough that the ones still in the water are pirates and not lowblood 'crew', that he doesn't hold the circling predators back. Another gulp eel snaps its jaws shut, not far away. The bereft seagoat picks off another straggler, and a flurry of ripperjaws eagerly swarm a stray limb left bobbing in a violet cloud in its wake. Fish are still flopping everywhere, slicking the decks and churning the sea's surface, so they can't tell where to fire their cannons, and their swimming targets are mostly too small to aim at, even if they could. Tavros's eyes are glowing bright enough to be seen, now, if anyone were on the roof with him, as he brushes from consciousness to consciousness, coaxing and nudging and guiding the milling beasts around the two ships, shuddering and rocking the smaller one again as a larger gulp eel swerves against the hull, somewhere beneath the surface, with a hollow thud at the impact, and the scrape of sinuous scales against wood.

fiduspawnMaster

The smallest ship is already swaying heavily from the turbulence of the school below it, a million tiny bodies together creating a considerable force, and the bump of the eel is enough to knock a pair of wader's free as the last one scrambles onto the deck. most of the crew is knocked on their asses as well, exchanging shocked looks at the bubbling screams and mayhem all around, before looking almost as one to the three highbloods left on the ship. They're outnumbered six to one at least, and in a flash the rustys are on them, grappling and trying to shove them off of the deck and into the bloody chaos of the churning waters.. There are cries as one lowblood is slashed across the face, another's arm broken and a third goes flying across the deck, but together, they manage to haul her up and sling their captors overboard with three huge splashes.

ad1ostoreador

Tavros has to piggyback off the vantage point of a circling flapbeast, overhead, to get a better view of the scene, but when he does, he grins, all fangs, and the predators abandon their interest in the smaller ship, entirely, letting it bob unmolested as fish continue to flop their way across its deck, many spilling back into the waves. The summarily demoted pirates are quickly overtaken by those circling lancefish, eager for some of the bounty. Now, there's a bigger target to pursue. And also, a dragon approaching, in the distance, which he reintroduces his mental contact to, with a polite exchange of scent-identifiers (spiced cocoa, with a peppery, citrusy note and an edge of woodsmoke) and cheerful recognition.

fiduspawnMaster

As the last wader falls onto the long spine of a waiting lancefish, a cry rises from the smaller ship, part victory, part catharsis. It's course will begin to divert, no longer following the larger vessel, which has pulled well ahead by now. It's head start would be no help in escaping the dragon, however. The large, white beast cuts through the air like a blade, pink moonlight glinting off of it's pristine hide. There is a rumbling trill of recondition, her trajectory curving with new direction to cut off the larger vessel. She was not yet as big as a five mast galleon, but she didn't need to be. This ship had only two, and her wings were easily as big as it's sails.

ad1ostoreador

The sound of wingbeats might be the last dawning dread the highbloods running the larger ship ever really have the chance to experience. So tragic, how shooting a stray seagoat in the wrong place led to a freak feeding frenzy over a fish migration route, which in turn lured a dragon out to enjoy easy pickings in the ensuing chaos. What a shame. When those running the ship give a cry of warning and attempt to order it turned hard about to bring its skyward-aimed harpoon to bear on the approaching dragon before she can draw into range for her own attacks, a gulp eel loops itself out of the water and over the very prow of the ship, one enormous eye tilted unblinking toward the moons, then disappearing under the surface again as cold scales contract in a tightening coil and the vessel sways, ungainly with the sudden weight dragging at its nose and more fish hurling themselves onto the decks in a slippery flood. There's a warning creak from the prow-mounted harpoon, built to be launched at skywhales and other aerial threats, not to sustain this sort of twisting, torquing pressure at the mount.

fiduspawnMaster

The highblood's weren't the only ones to experience this dread, the lowblood crew scrambling to their given post, if they didn't freeze up entirely at the sight of the legendary beast. There were screams as the gulp eel breached, it's great net of a jaw like a sail itself as it looped around the brow, the boat jerking as it was dragged lower in the water and tilted forward. cannons and crewmen went sliding down the deck, two unlucky souls pitching over the rail into the churning water, a bronze and a gold. The bronze at least managed to barely keep her head above water, but the psiless gold sank like a stone, unable to swim at all. Above there was a resounding crack as the embelished bowsprit snapped right off, prow crumbling under the constricting weight of the massive eel. Chunks of wood rained down into the water, nearly hitting the struggling bronze.

ad1ostoreador

His eyes flare brighter as he reaches out to calm the churning fish around them and steer the frenzied sawmaws and ripperjaws away from the two lowbloods, creating a clearer, safer path to them for the seafins that pursue the ship. From there, he brushes against the seafins' minds, leaning stronger into urgent divedive chase don't-bite when he finds little of his counterpart's presence there. The gold needs immediate help, and the bronze's situation is nearly as pressing, and Tavros bares his fangs as he juggles frenzied predators' instincts with the blind chaos of the milling school of fish and the massive bulk of the gulp eel sliding past (glide under the fallen, buoy up, don't turn and gulp, ignore these tiny thrashing figures in favor of other-better prey) and the approach of the smaller, less-bloodthirsty sea-fins.

fiduspawnMaster

Tavros comes out of his stupor somewhat as a second presence spurs the seafins on, straightening up on the loungeplank and refocusing. What was going on? People in the water? people to help. He could at least do that much. Instead of sitting there being useless. He more actively encouraged the sleek creatures onwards, hoping his alternate would be able to tell he was taking over so he could focus on all the other chaos happening. It was easy enough for the big, nimble creatures to scoop up both of the floundering lowbloods in their dexterous paws, lifting them to the surface and rolling onto their backs to carry them on their bellies away from the malestrom. More seaflips joined at the periphery, seeking other troll's that might go overboard, and there were a few, especially with the encroaching dragon. A half dozen highbloods abandoned ship, preferring to take their chances in the wild waters than with such a terrifying skybeast of legend. A couple other lowbloods toppled overboard too as the boat continued to lurch and tip forward in the water. Tavros kept his full focus on scooping up warmbloods in the water, the seafins slipping between the predators to snatch any and float them towards the distant beach.

ad1ostoreador

It helps, and his tension eases a little as the other's mental touch firms, there, and he can back off monitoring the seafins, focusing on keeping the predators in check around the panicking lowbloods, while guiding their frenzy towards the colder overseers, and merely circling those he isn't sure about, until he can get a better look at them through other eyes.

fiduspawnMaster

The ship is truly going down now as the gulp eel drags down the nose until it kisses the water. The dragon hovers above the sails, surveying the chaos as more waders are flung to the water, others clinging to the rigging and decks. Any lowbloods that hit the water are soon carried away to safety, and a handful of bronzes seem to catch on to what's happening, shouting to the others and encouraging them to jump off at one specific spot, so that only one area would need to be kept clear of predators. They quickly organize, grouping together and dragging those unwilling or afraid to toss them overboard into the waiting paws of the seafins.

ad1ostoreador

There's a channel kept largely free of predators, leading to the other, smaller ship and its mutinous warmblood crew, but the lancefish and sawmaws and a few trailing slithersnares who have drawn closer to the commotion out of curiosity unerringly pursue and drag down any officers who attempt to make that crossing. Increasingly, the only ones left on board the sinking ship are those who have built their entire trade from it and know no sort of warm reception awaits them beyond. The gulp eel's coils shift almost lazily around the destroyed prow of the ship, with another crackle of tearing wood and metal, which makes the young dragon bellow a challenge, wanting in on the excitement and smelling the panic and agitation from below. It takes more of Tavros's will, there, to urge her again to wait just a little longer, to be sure, to use her keen sense of smell to ensure no remaining captives remain trapped or chained or hiding belowdecks.

fiduspawnMaster

She growled, scenting the air as she dipped lower passes over the ship, tongue flicking out to tally every troll that had been aboard, each accounted for as presently clinging to it's deck for dear life, pools of color in the water, or fast retreating towards the other ship. No other traces remained and she roared again, the beating of her wings catching in the sails and driving the boat down further into the water. She would hold back no longer, alighting on one of the now nearly horizontal masts which groaned and creaked under her weight. She would smell this ship destroyed, and more than just smell it. Her eyes were burning with excitement from all the chaos, all the heat and light of the Alternian sun searing along the seam of her lids until they split, at last, washing the ship in scorching red that made the sodden deck steam. Roaring in imminent triumph, the lights from her eyes wavered, focusing and refocusing, a little clumsy the first time, but at last, like the suns rays focused at just the right distance through a magnifying glass, the light concentrated, condensed, and exploded in an orb of fiery heat that consumed the deck of the ship in a shower of gilt timber and flame. She was forced to catch herself on her wings as the ship fell into two pieces, masts snapping and sails catching flame as she flew higher over the devastation.

ad1ostoreador

The hard-scaled, cold bulk of the coiled gulp eel slides free of the shattered ship's prow, sinking safely back beneath the waves almost soundlessly as the ship catches alight behind it. A handful more of the upper-caste crew fling themselves free of the burning wreck, or are thrown with the explosion, but none of them will survive the waiting, circling sawmaws or smaller gulpers there, even as the massed super-school of fish begins to disperse itself naturally, darting off in a thousand different directions while the larger predators are largely preoccupied with combing the bobbing wreckage for stragglers and traces of blue and cooler in the water. Now that he's not guiding the school of prey-fish, Tavros is aware of a bit of throbbing behind his eyes, where the pressure has eased somewhat, and it's likely to get worse as he lightens more and more of the connections. He hasn't really had a reason to commune like this with such a large and varied number of beasts in a long time, and he's feeling it. He still needs to stay attentive, though, to keep any of the larger beasts from interfering with the ship that now carries the lowblood mutineers, and ensure the remaining seagoat vents its rage on wreckage and not surviving lowbloods, letting it maul at the broken-off bowsprit some distance away. Can't relax just yet.

fiduspawnMaster

Tavros keeps all his focus on the rescue, the last seafin scooping up the final lowblood onto it's belly, chittering as it swims backwards after the ship which has slowed it's retreat to allow the remaining rescued rusties to clamber aboard. A screamed cheer rings out at the explosion, anger and relief vented as the burning wreckage slips below the water. They should be safe now, sheltering below deck when the day comes, and making their way up the coast towards civilization. Perhaps some would even remain on the ship once the rest were dropped off, embrace the mutiny and freedom. No cold blooded soul will escape the jaws of the hungry beasts, even the dragon managing to poetically snap up the former captain as she curses the shitblooded scum that had to be responsible or this. When he could relax again, Tavros would be waiting for him with a mug of hot tea and downcast eyes, fangs digging at his lip as he twists the ring around his thumb. He definitely needs to thank him...

ad1ostoreador

It's a long stretch of minutes, at the very least, before Tav relinquishes the last light contact with the satisfied dragon with a warm little wash of gratitude for her, and reels back into himself fully, eyes no longer glowing at all and head well on the way to throbbing. He gingerly flies back down to the side door, and lets himself in, a little unsteady on his feet and drained. "...Hey, can I, uhhh.... just.... sit for a little bit?" He might just plunk down in a chair before Tavros has the chance to answer. (He might also catch sight of that blue stain in the process, though his pan isn't working fast enough to formulate a question yet.)

fiduspawnMaster

"Uhm, yeah, of course.... Thank you." He says as he watches him sit, carefully setting the mug within his grasp and eyeing him a moment. "Uhm... You okay? Do you... have psi strain? I, Uh, Have some medicine for that. It, Really helps with the panache." he offers, still fretting his fingers together.

ad1ostoreador

"That... is probably a thing that I have a little of, maybe, yeah," he admits, pressing the backs of his fingers on one hand to his forehead, and looking at the mug in front of him with only vague recognition. After a few moments, his other hand settles around it, and he summons enough mental energy to bring it up for a sip.

fiduspawnMaster

"Uhm, Okay, hang on..." He steps back, slipping around the corner across from his destroyed stairs into the ablution block. He returns a moment later with a glass of water and something cupped in his hand. He places the glass down next to where the mug had been and holds out his hand, a single pill resting in his palm. "Here, this will help..."

ad1ostoreador

"Thanks...." he murmurs, gingerly plucking the pill out of his palm and holding it for a few moments there, as he exchanges tea for water, and eyes the medicine. Then, he takes it, following it up with a few quick swallows, and sets the water back down in favor of pressing his condensation-cooled hand against his forehead, exhaling slowly. "...they're free now. The ones who they were... uh, keeping on their ship," he adds, a little lamely, though it's probably obvious. "...I don't know if you want to... go and meet them, or try to, um, keep anyone from knowing for sure someone helped. I think a few of them... had some experience, kind of, with communers, at least. They were... uh, making it easier."

fiduspawnMaster

He nods at the thanks and goes to sit on the loungeplank adjacent to his chair. "Yeah, I know, Uhm, I saw..." He mumbles, looking down at the floor again. "They're, uh, already heading up the coast. That's probably for the best..." he sighs, twisting at his ring again. "Did you...... Get, All of them?" He means the highbloods now, his guts twisting sick in his thorax at the lingering impressions of blood in the water.

ad1ostoreador

Tavros is quiet for a long moment, taking another sip of the water. In the moment, it was easier to immerse himself in the instincts of the predators and let them frenzy, than to really consider it deeply. And somewhere, far underneath it all, there's still the deeply buried anger he carries, about Vriska, and how easy it is to hear her shrill jeering every time he sees lowbloods cower that way, for a highblood playing out their personal dress-up power fantasy as a pirate, and how many people turned their heads and looked away. "....They, uh.... won't be hurting anyone, anymore."

fiduspawnMaster

He nods, should be relieved, but isn't. They won't be able to come back to destroy everything, destroy him, but they're also dead because of him, and that still makes his stomach feel sick and leaden. "Okay... Thank you." he says, because he should be thankful, even if all he feels is sick, sick and exhausted. He just wants to not think about any of the things that have happened in the last few days. It'll be hard though, with the stain on his rug, and now the wreckage in his stairwell...

ad1ostoreador

Part of it, for Tavros, is also that Alternia, for him, just sort of suspends emotional engagement. Of course there's a great huge messy bloodstain on the rug. It's Alternia. That's just how things are, here. He stares at it, a bit vacantly, and picks up the tea again for a drink of that, instead. "....What happened?" He motions vaguely at the stain, weary. "Did someone, uh, come scouting?"

fiduspawnMaster

His ears twitch up, snapped out of his own thoughts before angling back as the subject registers. "Oh, Uhm, No..... It was, Uh, anons I guess... They... temporarily, killed Loom, While they were, Uhm, Hanging out with me......" There's a hint of derision in his voice at the word temporarily, as if that made it okay, as if it wasn't still a horrible thing to happen to someone. He's still angry about it, and upset, sad for them, for the unfairness of it... He sighs again, closing his eyes and hanging his head. He's so tired...

ad1ostoreador

at 1:16 PM

There's a beat or two of confusion, then dismay/disgust, his ears pinning back as he eyes the spot again. "....oh. That is... um.... not a thing which I imagine anyone would... appreciate happening. Are... you okay? It's... temporary?" He's very tired of gray-magic maliciousness, temporary or otherwise. It's the kind of thing that happens, in the kind of place where a bloodstain on the rug is just another night, and he doesn't miss it at all.

fiduspawnMaster

"Yeah... Yeah..." He mumbles, scratching his claws through the stubble on the sides of his head before threading his fingers together and pushing them forward through his mowhawk, then back again. "Uhm, They said it was, Maybe only for a week? Or something? They're a ghost right now I guess..." He sighs.

ad1ostoreador

He winces a little, rubbing a hand over his face again, then going back to resting his elbows on his knees, head hanging slightly. "...That's, um, awful, still... I'm sorry..."

fiduspawnMaster

"Yeah, it is..." he agreed quietly, though thinking of Loom more than himself. His posture was similar to his alt's just taking a moment of quiet when it comes. Hopefully the medicine should be kicking in by now

ad1ostoreador

It's starting to help, at least, lessening the pounding discomfort gradually, as his ears droop further out of their back-slanted, tense state. "...are you, uh... going to be okay with..." He gestures vaguely at the cannonball where his stairs should be. "...for tonight, I mean? Until... you can get it fixed... and if we can help, or bring materials or something... let us know?"

fiduspawnMaster

He sits up a bit, glancing back over his shoulder and biting his lip. "Uh, I should be okay tolight, I think I have stuff to cover the hole anyway, And, My window is unlocked, So, I can fly up to my respite block..." He lets out a weak huff, half amused. Silly of him, still leaving his windows unlocked, at his age, as if Pupa Pan might still come to take him away. It was a habit though, one he wasn't likely to stop, and one that turned out convenient in this situation at least. "Uh, Thanks though... I guess, Wood is kind of hard for me to come by... Maybe next night? Uhm, I don't really feel like working on fixing it now..."

ad1ostoreador

"Um, yeah... not right now, for sure... you need to, uh, get some rest and stuff, too..." He's just too drained to contemplate the logistics of cutting down a tree and sawing it into planks, right now. "Gamzee wanted to... be here, but. I wanted to come. This time."

fiduspawnMaster

"Yeah, you too..." he agrees. Things could wait, he wasn't in immediate danger any more, thanks to Tav. His ears twitch a bit at the mention of Gamzee wanting to come, frowning, a little confused. "Uh, right... Uhm, Thanks again, For everything." He sighs once more, leaning back into the padding of the loungeplank some. "Uhm, I'm probably just going to lay down for a while... You can stay, Uh, Relax, Until your pan feels better if you want..."

ad1ostoreador

"It's... fine, I think I will just, um, go back, and relax there, so he isn't worrying, either...." A tired not-quite smile, and he puts down his mostly-empty mug on the table, levering himself to his feet with a rustle of his wings. "I'll, uh, let you do your resting, and... go."

fiduspawnMaster

He watches him stand, nodding and managing a tired smile. "Uh, Yeah, That would probably be good... Thank you, Again..."

ad1ostoreador

"I couldn't have... um... stood back and not..." He offers a tiny shrug, unable to explain the compulsion better than that, and turns back to the transportalizer pad, reaching for his personal device as he does. It's time to go home...

=== End.

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teaching him

so this is a really shitty imagine for my best friend!! ever!!! happy belated birthday girl!! you are the coolest cat out there!!! sorry for this really horrible birthday present, happy late ass birthday

the gods only knew how badly you wanted to drown yourself in the creek infront of you.

these girls would not shut up, their loud loud laughing only made your skin crawl worse.

you didn't mind having to work, hell, you could work for hours on end, the only thing that Irked you was the women you had to work with. they wouldn't stop talking when you worked.

currently they were talking about the men they'd all had in bed, and how big they were.

"he was so big!, i didn't think he'd fit!" svenia exclaimed making the other two giggle shyly at her dirty talk.

you rolled your eyes biting back the scoff that was so desperate to escape.

you scrubbed your fingers against the fabric of the shirt you were washing, but froze when your best friends name left martias lips

"did you hear about ivar?, what happened with him and margarethe?" she asked quietly making the other two lean in. you sat still hands still drenched with water.

"no, what happened?"

"well, i think everyone knows that all of the sons of ragnar favor her, ivar heard wind of this and wanted her in his bed as well".

you stared over at them, feeling hurt enter your heart. out of all the slaves you were closest to ivar, you understood him and comforted him in his darkest times, and over time you two had grown closer than anyone in kattegat and it hurt you that he wouldn't have told you this.

"so, she had sex with him?"

"yes, but he couldn't even feel her, and he wasn't even hard!, he knew nothing about how to touch her or have sex, she basically had to teach him everything-"

"who told you of this?" you asked suddenly cutting in making them look at you shocked, usually you were quiet as they talked, this was the first time you had spoken all day.

martia cleared her throat and spoke in a shaky low voice

"earlier at breakfast margarethe told a few of us girls......and sigurd".

she knew how close you and ivar were, and she knew how easy it was to tick you off. especially when it came to ivar. you couldn't believe that she told anyone about this, and sigurd!?, why sigurd!?.

you hummed with a small nod, immediately going back to work, surprising the girls.

on the outside you were composed and fine, on the inside you were fuming, ready to rip margarethes head from her shoulders, how dare she?, didn't she know the consequences?.

you knew ivar would be pissed and humiliated, which made you want to throw your work away and go comfort him tightly in your arms.

"chelle, are you-"

"fine, i'm fine" you said vice tight and deep with anger, that shut the girls up finally allowing you to work in silent anger.

later on that day you ignored lunch and dinner, not ready to talk to anyone or run into margarethe, you wanted so badly to beat her, hang her by her toes letting the crows pick at her eyes and skin, watching as she died slowly.

but for the sake of your queen and ivar, you wouldn't.......yet anyway.

as you looked to the fading sun you realized something, today was the usual day you'd clean ivars chambers.

would he be there? you hoped not, it's not that you didn't want to see him, you didn't want him to see you.

you were a horrible liar, he always knew when you were hiding something, and if he found out she told the other slaves...his BROTHER, he'd be furious.

you didn't want him to hurt anymore then he already was. you'd do anything to make it go away.

as you were walking along the sandy shore of kattegat you spotted a bright headed blonde rubbing dirt from her leg with the water beside her.

margarethe.

you could feel red enter your eyes the longer you stared at her, anger seeping back into your veins, you went to walk away but her soft voice rang out through the quiet air.

"chelle?".

you cursed under your breath and turned slowly facing her with crossed arms.

"margarethe" you acknowledged with a curt nod. she stood up drying her hands on her dress and brushed the hair from her face.

then it was silent, the both of you looking at each other. hers in awkwardness, your in anger and sadness.

"what are you doing out here?" she asked shifting where she stood, but you just stood still glaring at her with all the hatred in the world not saying a thing.

she nodded again not knowing what to say. the words in that back of your throat were getting bigger, the urge to yell at her becoming larger, finally, you let loose

"why in the god’s name would you tell anyone about what happened between you and ivar?. especially sigurd?, of all people!" you exclaimed with a dry humorless laugh.

she went to speak but quickly slammed her mouth shut, not actually knowing what to say. but you had plenty to say to her.

"he already has enough pain in his life, magarethe. how could you do something so stupid?. do you not know how angry ivar can get?-".

"yes!, but-"

"but nothing!, hell margarethe you think telling sigurd will help you?, it won't. as much as i care for ivar his anger is unpredictable" you said, feeling bad about saying it aloud but you knew it was the truth.

she sighed loudly and spoke, her voice shaky as if she were on the verge of tears.

"chelle, i didn't know what to do, i didn't know who to go to. he hurt me".

you scoffed, the ivar you knew didn't have a filter at all, but you knew he'd never hurt a women, and if he did hurt margarethe, you didn't blame him.

"tell me what all happened, margarethe. quickly, i have places to be" you sighed out crossing your arms tighter over your chest, feeling the cold air fly through your body.

"he strangled me!, he-"

"not what he did to you. i wanna know how you had sex with him" you said cutting her off swiftly, your face emotionless, heart thruming wildly in your chest.

some part of you didn't want to hear about her and ivars sexual encounter, but you knew you had to know.

"i-i-i don't know what you-"

"were you on top?" you asked bluntly becoming more and more irritated with her. you honestly were a bit jealous that she was his first. she was silent for a few minutes and turned away from you.

"no, i didn't want to be. i wanted him to be on top, take charge". you stared at her, mouth open in shock, anger, and sadness.

"for his first time......you made him top?, you threw him into it without teaching him anything?" with every word that left your mouth you walked over to her slowly, hands shaking by your sides. she honestly didn't know what to do, she couldn't took you in the eye knowing how badly she messed up.

when you finally made it to her, inches apart, you spoke in a low growl. voice raw and deep.

"never, ever come near me or ivar again. if you so much as try to talk to him, i will kill you. do you understand?".

she stuttered for a moment and when she didn't answer, you harshly gripped her fore-arm digging your nails into her bare flesh making her whimper and cry out softly.

"do. you. understand?" your voice could make any man and woman fall to their knees in that moment, you were speaking like a true viking. margarethe nodded hastily, trying to jerk her arm out of your grasp but you wouldn't let up. you could feel her skin breaking under your sharp nails making you feel superior over her.

"use your words!"

"yes!, i understand!" she cried and you finally let go, pushing her to the ground roughly, ignoring her sharp intakes of breath, you glared down at her shaking form feeling no pity for her, she hurt ivar. your ivar. you turned around and walked away, your feet sinking softly into the sand, you had work to do, you had to see ivar.

you barged loudly into the hall glancing all around for ivar, sadly, he wasn't there. which meant he was in his room..... lovely. you made your way past the thrones and to the back, to the room you had been in at least a hundred times. when you made it to his door hesitating to knock holding your knuckles a few inches away from the wood. you wondered

if he'd ask you if you knew, or if he'd tell you, all in all you had to mentally prepare yourself for whatever was to come.

you knocked.

"come in". you smiled softly at the sound of his voice, but by the tone he was using you knew something was wrong. you opened the door slowly, and when your eyes caught sight of ivar, your breath caught in your throat. he was laying on his bed, furs pulled up barely to his waist, his broad and naked chest glowing in the soft

candle light. when he saw it was you he smiled gently not moving from his position.

"hello, chelle" he greeted, voice as soft as his chest looked. oh how you wanted to touch him, kiss him, but you had to refrain. you were just a slave of course. you smiled at him brightly nodding to him curtly "hello, ivar. are you well?"

you asked walking over to the only window that resided in his room and grabbed a rag, wiping at the dust on the window sill. he sighed and you seen him shrug in the corner of your eye "fine" he simply said placing his arms under his head staring at the ceiling, confirming your thoughts that something was indeed wrong. and you already knew.\

you decided not to push him, you continued to do your work around his small room.

you wiped the small bead of sweat that was making its way down your neck, and leaned the small broom against his wall next was shaking out his fur carpet, as you bent down to grab the fur, ivars voice rang out stopping you in your tracks

"chelle?, have you ever had sex?". you closed your eyes for a few minutes then swallowed the large rock that had formed in your throat. you looked up at him nodding, a tight lipped smile gracing your features.

"yes, i have" you said barely above a whisper, he nodded slowly drinking in your words, a small flicker of sadness in his eyes.

"and did you.....love him?" he asked, voice thick with what you thought was nervousness. you dropped the fur from your hands and moved up sitting on his bed beside him.

"no, i did not love him" you said running your hands over the soft fur, ivar raised a brow at you, shifting where he lay. "then, why did you have sex with him?" he asked sounding like a small child, which made you smile and raise a hand to brush hair away from your face, a nervous condition you had picked up after years of being a slave.

"i guess i just wanted to experience it, all of the other slaves were talking about how good it felt. i wanted to know" you explained wondering what was actually going on in his head at this moment. ivar leaned back mulling over your words, you didn't want him to think of you differently.

"is it......does it.....feel good?" he whispered still not meeting your eyes. you swiped your tongue out wetting your lips a deep sadness overcoming your heart, you were going to kill magarethe.

"i-yes. yes it does. but i know it feels better when it's with someone you love" you said making ivar look at you, pain etched into his face, you didn't know if that was the right thing to say or not, too late to take it back now.

"i know you know, chelle" he said making your heart stop for a millisecond, how did he know?. you stared at him, knowing you couldn't lie to him.

"ivar, i'm so sorry" you whispered making ivar turn away from you, his toned back facing you. he hummed lowly

"there is nothing to be sorry about" he said, anger and embarrassment clear in his voice. making you feel even worse about the situation. you crawled up to him setting your bum beside his back and gently laid a hand on his shoulder, frowning deeply when he flinched, but you didn't move. you just started rubbing your palm against his heated flesh.

"it is not your fault with what happened, ivar. it was hers" you said jerking your hand away when he whipped around facing you, eyes glistning with unshed tears, it pained you to see him this way.

"it is my fault. i could not pleasure her, chelle. she wasn't.........she wasn't even wet"

"and that was not your fault. she couldn't pleasure a man if she were blessed by freyja" you said making ivar chuckle through his red teary eyes "how did it start?" you asked moving closer to him, biting back your smile when he pressed his nose to your hip wrapping an arm over your stomach.

"i didn't know what to do actually, she just started to kiss me, and....it picked up from there" he explained his voice muffled by the soft fabric of your dress. you listened carefully, stroaking your hand through his soft black hair soothingly, making ivar feel more calm and relaxed by your touch.

"i couldn't.....feel. nothing. all because i am a stupid cripple" he muttered pressing his face deeper into your hip

"ivar" you scolded truly hating the way he talked about himself "i think it was nerves" you said making him look up at you with a dark glint in his eyes "i was not nervous" he protested, but that just made you chuckle and pat his head lovingly.

"everyone is nervous for their first time ivar. half her half nerves were at fault" you whispered, feeling so horrible for your best friend. he sighed looking down at your hip, letting his finger trace the bone.

you wondered- no, no that was wrong to think of. he wouldn't agree........or would he?, maybe if-if you showed him how to make love, how good it feels?, but what if he said no?. would he reject you?.

only one way to find out.

you lowerd your hand and placed it under his chin forcing him to look at you, you leaned your face down close to his, eye to eye and whispered slowly, your voice sending a chill down his spine

"would you...........like me to teach you?, ivar?" your soft breath hitting his. he stared at you, eyes wide in shock, oh no, here it comes. rejection. you shouldn't have said anything.

"yes". you swear you could feel your body grow hot from that simple little word, it made you smile.

you placed your hand on the back of his neck and drew him closer to you "are you sure?" you whispered hoping he'd say yes. and he did. you brought him even closer and sighed when you felt his chest on yours rising and falling harshly. you ran your fingers through the soft little hairs on the nape of his neck

and leaned in letting your noses brush against each other lovingly, you wanted to take your time and allow him to be comfortable. you glanced into his dark blue eyes asking silently one more time if this was okay, when he nodded is when you finally let your lips touch.

of course he was a little hesitant, but that just made it all the more sweeter, you pulled back for a moment then moved on to his bottom lip. gently just barely sucking on it, his hand gripped your hip softly pullling your lower half to him. it felt so good to have his lips on yours, you peeked your eyes open for a second

glancing at his beautiful face, which was scrunched together in concentraition, you blindly reached a hand up and tangled it in his hair, making him relax just a tad more. you both then parted, lips sticking together making a small pop as you let go. you both were breathing so heavily, that being the only sound in the room

he leaned in more, his nose pressing into the corner of your lips, you could feel his heartbeat beating rapidly in his chest, you tugged on his hair lightly making him moan quietly. the sound alone sending a hot jolt to your core.

"do you want me to touch you-"

"tonight is all about you, ivar" you said lips brushing against his as you talked, he was about ot protest but you cut him off by kissing him again. even though he was innexepreienced he was an amazing kisser, how was magarethe not wet while being with him?.

you then dared to slip your leg over his waist, pausing slightly when you heard him suck in a heavy breath as you kissed. "are you alright?" you whispered against his lips, kissing them again. he nodded reaching his hands up cupping your waist rubbing the skin through your dress. you sighed into the kiss making ivars eyes roll back into his head.

just by kissing you were slowly driving him insane. he'd never felt like this before, his hands and stomach were quivering as if her were cold, but he was anything but. he was hot and sweaty, just by your sweet honey like kisses. he froze when you moaned as he squeezed your waist a little tighter.

he didn't know what to say, it was the sexiest thing he'd ever heard in all his years of life. you pulled back from him and smiled, hair dishevilled, looking like a fallen goddess in ivars eyes. "may i undress you?" you asked making ivars eyes close tightly, your voice sounding like the smoothest of instruments.

"yes" he answerd gruffly, hissing when your cold hands reached lower brushing past his toned, tight stomach, hitting his trousers. he was worried, worried that he wouldn't be able to make you feel good like margarethe, that you'd laugh and leave him there alone, naked and humiliated.

you pressed a small kiss to the corner of his mouth and moved lower, flashing him a seductive look, ivar swore he felt his prick jump at the sight of you, maybe he was wrong. you made it lower and finally was eye level at his prick, you leaned forewards and pressed a kiss to his clothed prick, smiling when he jumped softly, maybe he could feel after-all. you then kissed it again

a little longer and deeper this time, ivar was feeling his heart beat out of control, he had to calm himself. he focused on how beautiful you looked in this lighting, your gorgeous hair glowing on your head, forming an anglic glow around you. your bright beautiful eyes flashing up to his every now and again, making his heart stop and stutter, he never realized how goddess-like you

looked until now. you then slowly undid the string that was keeping his pants together and slid them out of the holes, letting the fabric fall loose against his hips. ivar clenched his eyes closed not wanting to see your reaction to his ugly, kinny legs. when you seen his legs for the first time, your heart fluttered and eyes widened in awe, even though they were never used

you could see the muscle and strength they held. you pulled the rest of his pants off and chucked them behind you, kissing the soft skin of his legs. ivar shivered feeling your hot wet mouth on his legs, it felt to surreal, having you loving his body up, but it felt so damn good. you made it to his inner thigh and sofly gasped at his prick. he was bigger then any man you'd been with.

damn, how was he going to fit?. how did margarethe not enjoy herself?. you leaned forewards to his softly erect prick and licked the head. ivar gasped and gripped the sheets between his fingers. how did he?.....he feel that?. he could feel the hot breath leaving your mouth hit his girth, he felt the small drops of saliva drip down his length. he felt it.

you smirked and licked it again, this time a bigger stripe, tongue flat against him. everything felt so euphoric to him, he'd never felt this good in his life. "ch-chelle!" he exclaimed when you softly took him in your mouth. you could feel him growing in your mouth. you lived for the noises leaving his mouth, your name sounding heavenly upon his lips. you were pulled from him when he placed

his hands on the sides of your cheeks pulling you back from him "what is wrong?, did i hurt you?" you asked feeling a small drop of his already leaking pre-cum and your spit running down your chin. he shook his head, heavy breaths escaping his beautiful mouth "i-i just wanna try to feel you around me" he whispered, you'd never seen ivar this vulnerable before,

it made you even more wet then you already were. you nodded softly and crawled back up, smiling at his large shaky hands that moved from your face to your hips again. you leaned down and pressed an open mouth kiss to his collar bone, nipping and sucking on whatever skin you could find "i can't wait to feel you in me, ivar" you whimpered breathily, tongue lapping at his pulse point.

ivar groaned, feeling your words travel to his groin. "talk to me more, love" he whisepred moaning when you scrapped your nails over his sides, you adjusted yourself over him leg on each side of his hips "you're so big, i can't wait to feel you stretch me out" he'd never wanted this to end, ever. he stared at you transfixed on your movements. you reached your arms back and attempted to untie

the back of your dress. ivar sat up, moaing when your thigh brushed against his prick. he grit his teeth together and lifted his hands up to the ties, you smiled when he moved your hands out of the way and started to untie them, you layed you head on his shoulder kissing the skin gently, you never realized how badly you wanted him until this moment. when he undid them he soflty pushed the top

of your dress down your shoulders, stopping at the tops of your breasts, he surprised you by pressing a few kisses to the top of your chest and your shoulders. your head flew back exposing more skin to him, moaning loudly when he suckled on your neck, right next to your jugular vein. every sound coming from your mouth was whiney and just sinful sounding, it made ivar tingle and shiver with delight.

he finally pulled the dress from your body, revealing your naked body. margarethe had nothing on you, ivar thought. your beautifully flawless skin ready to be kissed, sucked and bit. you grabbed his hand fom your waist and placed it on your breast making him cup you in his large hand. you groaned and accidentally ground your hips against his, making the both of you moan out.

"ivar!"

"chelle!" the both of you cried out, so sensitive to each others touches. you honestly couldn't wait any longer, neither could ivar.

you gently pushed him back palm flat against his chest, he sighed feeling your bare thighs rub against his, he needed you....now. you moved up a little and sighed out when his prick brushed against your sex. you leaned down and pressed one last kiss to his lips, whilst reaching a hand down grabbing his hard manhood in your small fist, bringing him to your entrance.

"are you ready?" you asked breathlessly, he nodded reaching a hand up bushing hair from your eyes "put me in you" he whispered hotly, you bit your lip, slipping his cock inside you. he was so thick, all of him brushing against your walls the whole time he slid in. you both groaned and gritted your teeth. you layed your head in the crook of his damp neck, giving yourself a moment to adjust

"are you alright?" ivar seethed, gasping for breath, you nodded biting down on his shoulder, then finally snapped your hips forewards. ivar swore deeply under his breath and reached his hands lower gripping your ass tightly in his hands, you swiveled your hips back and forth, front and back, making ivar dizzy with a lust clouded head. you were so tight and warm around him, better then he ever imagined.

"ahh, fuck" he whined wildly making you clench at the sound, you felt so deeply connected to him. his cock was reaching places no man had ever reached before, hitting your g spot repeatedly. you moaned crazily into his neck, you couldn't find the strength to sit up and fuck him furiosly like you wanted, but the way you moved and made love to him right now was somehow even better.

"chelle!, i-i can feel y-you, all of -you" he gasped against your hair, he moved his left hand up scratching his nails down your back, not enough to make you bleed, but just enough to sting. you loved it. you lifted your head up continuing to rut against him and looked into his deep dark irises, lips softly touching him "how tight am i?, tell me ivar" you moaned out leaning down to bite on

his bottom lip. he sighed out lifting his hand higher into your hair, wrapping it around his fist "so fucking tight, warm, wet" he growled, tugging on your hair like you had done to his. the only sounds coming from the room were his grunts and your cries. you two were glowing, sweat making you slide agaisnt each other swiftly. everything felt so right.

you could feel yourself slip closer to the edge, but you wanted ivar to cum first "ivar!, are you c-close?" you moaned squeezing your eyes shut, ivar grunted loudly when you clenched around him, he leaned up biting at the corner of your jaw, making you clench again "y-yess" he brought you closer to him, then made you cry out when he softly started to lift anf pivot his hips against yours.

then, you both came, together. with shouts of each others names. it felt better then any orgasem you'd ever had, somehow he still kept thrusting realising every ounce of cum he had left. you collapsed against his chest, shivering and shaking in his arms, along with him.

you'd both quieted down, breathing still heavy and loud. he still hadn't let go of you arms enclosed around your lightly convulsing frame, you finally gathered enough strength to raise your head and kiss him fully on the lips, lips lazily working against each other, tongues brushing against teeth and lips.

"so good" he whispered resting his head against yours softly looking in your eyes with such love, awe and adoration. your eyes mirroring his. you loved the fact that he was still inside of you, making you feel that full feeling you'd come to love. "please don't leave" he whispered again making you frown and lay your head down to his neck, pressing gentle kisses to his skin.

"never" you promised feeling his wild heartbeat stutter about. you knew you loved him months ago, but never come to terms with it until now. ivar felt even more connected to you, knowing that you were the first and last person he'd have sex with, he needed you more then anyone, you were his outlet, his home, his love, his chelle, you were no one elses but his.

you both spent the night together, talking, laughing, crying about the simplest things, even making love for a second time, and a third.

the next day you were back to work, washing clothed like you usually do every morning, and of course the girls were back to talking about the men they'd been with

"his prick was so long, it felt so good!" amae moaned making the girls around her laugh and slap at her playfully, you actually laughed along with them this time, knowing that the prick you'd had last night could over take any mans cock in kattegat. the other girls looked over at you when they noticed you laughing

"what are you laughing at chelle?" svenia asked turning her head to the side like a small child would. you piced up your basket of clean clothes, shaking your head at them, a smirk on your lips. you were about to walk back to town when you decided to tease them a bit.

"oh nothing, just remembering the most amazing sex i'd ever had last night" you said making them gape at you mouths open wide, you weren't the type to have sex willy nilly, so this intregued them deeply.

"who!?" "how big?" "was it ubbe?!" "how long!?" so many questions that just made you laugh all the harder. you turned your back to them and started walking, you paused, and turned your head to the side, allowing them to see the bruises ivar had left upon your skin.

"he was very, very big" you teased even deeper making them groan and glare at you

"who?, who was it?"

you chuckled and licked at your slightly swollen lips

"ivar lothbrok".

sorry for the way it was written down my computer literally won’t let me do anything, hope y’all enjoyed this shittyness, to my epic best friend!!! love ya girl!!!!!!! hope ya like it and i hope it lived up to how you imagined it lots of love and thanks from me <3 @zombiexbody

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