#man and zephyr isn’t even here to bully him about it

[sentientgolfball]

I tried so hard to write Ifrit as a dom in this piercing fic and yet here we are, whining and breathless

[brotpqueen]

Okay so I say ‘high school’ but really they’re in sixth form which is a UK thing similar to college it’s from 16-18 and usually connected to a secondary school.

TW: Abuse, Suicidal ideation (nothing graphic)

The Fleabag, although that’s not their real name, stalks the village of Tadfield at night, lurking in the shadows and attacking any they deem worthy of their vigilante justice. Corrupt policemen, particularly cruel bullies, and most of all, abusive pricks - parents especially - who think they’re above punishment for their actions, because in this town, they mostly are. But there’s one target they’ve never been able to get at, try as they might, and it’s utterly infuriating, because he deserves their wrath more than anyone. They’ve been watching. His son is growing more tired by the day, bruising peeking out from the ends of his sleeves, withdrawing from his friends. It scares them, because it reminds them of themself, and they wouldn’t wish their state on their worst enemy, so they have to stop him making the same mistakes they did.

Azra Zephyr Fell is miserable. To anyone looking in from the outside that would make no sense. He’s a model student, has a (mostly) respectable group of friends, and goes to church every Sunday. The perfect son. But it’s not quite so simple. His father - the town vicar - is a harsh, cruel man (and he’s only been getting worse since Azras mother took off to America a few years back, taking his older brother with her. Gabriel always was the favourite son.) But Tadfield is a warped little village. The type of place where everyone knows everyone and the church is held in the same regard as the mayor. No one - at least no one that could do anything - would believe him if he told them. Azra’s relationship with his boyfriend Crowley is a desperately kept secret because as bad as his father is now, he knows if he found out about THAT it’s likely to put Crowley in danger too. He can’t have that. His father is starting to get suspicious. He can tell. And his wraths getting worse by the day. So he makes the only logical (logical to him at least) choice he can. Distance himself from Crowley and his friend group to keep them away from the trouble. That’s a mistake. Because now it’s just him. Dealing with his father. Alone. He’s between a rock and a hard place. He can’t go running back to Crowley and the others, they won’t be able to help him in any real way. His father has friends everywhere in town. They’d find him. He can’t stay here alone, it’ll drive him crazy. He can’t go on like this. So he doesn’t. He’s always heard stories about the Cryptid that supposedly lives in the woods around Tadfield. The Fleabag, according to rumours, is a swarm of insects that form the rough shape of a human, and stalk the town at night. Stories have been told for decades but any attacks that could possibly be contributed to the thing have only really started in the last few years. He’s not sure he really believes it, but if he’s going to go out, death by monster doesn’t seem like the worst way. Maybe he’d become a ghost story. All else fails he’ll just freeze, it’s winter after all.

So, he sneaks out one night. He doesn’t know what he’s expecting. But sitting glumly against a tree in a clearing that he usually goes to to hang out with Crowley and the others away from his father, he starts to hear a loud buzzing. It’s coming from behind the trees at first, but it grows louder. A swarm of bugs -flies, he observes - pours out from behind the one he’s dozing against, and, as the stories say, form the shape of a human. Strangely, it’s not as intimidating as he expected. The form the bugs insect into resembles someone around his age, around 5’4, maybe? Androgynous.

He asks if it’s (they’re? He’s not sure) there to kill him.

“No…I’m here to help.”

It’s voice has a distinct buzz to it. Azra really isn’t sure how to reply to that. He even didn’t think the creature would be able to speak. He eventually settles on.

“Why?”

“…I have my reasonz.”

Now, Azra knows that trusting a strange creature in the woods is probably a stupid call, but The Fleabag is unexpectedly patient, answering his bewildered questions, and he’s not got much to lose at this point any way. So he agrees. He’s not quite sure how they’re planning to help, but anything is worth a shot. Suddenly everything is black and when his eyes open he’s back in his house, in his bed, and it’s morning. He arrives at school the next day and is compelled to approach Crowley and the others for the first time in over a month. They’re surprisingly welcoming considering he had withdrawn so abruptly. There’s a new person sitting with them. Around 5’4. Androgynous. Familiar. So this is their plan. Clever. Crowley introduces them as Beez Hellborn, the latest addition to his mothers crowd of foster kids.

Que shenanigans which include but are not limited to:

Beez accidentally collecting TWO brothers (high score!)

And attempting to teach them how to have a will to live.

They are also the ultimate wingman.

“Beez stop you can’t attack people in broad daylight you’re going to blow your cover.”

“Beez stop standing on the ceiling if dad sees you in fly form he is going to throw a bible at you.” “So? I’m just a mass of bugs. I’ll disperse and dodge.”

Gabriel shows up on break from school in America. Beez hates him at first but he ie unfortunately pretty.

Uh oh someone actually saw Beez in fleabag mode that’s not good. EVERYONE HIDE IN THE WOODS!

Beez backstory time. At least one count of patricide but it’s fine he deserved it.

It’s like if you mashed together concepts from Nimona, Beetlejuice and a teen thriller together basically.

I know this is kind of sloppily written and doesn’t sound that good rn but I hope I’ll get it better and more polished if I ever get around to actually writing it as a fics.

*drops through your ceiling* D’you wanna hear about the Good Omens mostly-human-highschool-except-one-of-them-is-a-cryptid (spoiler alert - it’s Beelzebub. And they’ve got issues. Lots of issues. Actually spoiler alert the whole gang has issues [especially Aziraphale] but what’s new?) AU I’ve been cooking up in my head? It’s somewhere between a drama a comedy and a thriller and is like totally saturated in the found family trope.

YES go insane <3

[elijah-robotnick]

Basically I promised @raventheenigma if they posted another chapter of their fanfic called Priceless I would put up a little story I did of my own OC Guess who decided to write and update their fanfic

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “My girl is a force of nature”

Not most people get to say that truthfully, however Zephyr isn't exactly "most people".  Zephyr Stardust was born into a rather interesting family composed of his older and rather scary sister Carly, his sweet and intelligent mother Olive, his father Carl who would to say the least be the most obnoxious man he has ever met, and his agendered alien parent simply known as Pippy who was the more snarky and violent type. Olive was usually the only one able to keep them calm but it became apparent that Zephyr's triplet brother Paul was also able to give Pippy that sense of relaxation; while his other sibling Ziva was more for his mother's sweet and gentle loving embrace. Zephyr on the other hand, was never more for one or the other as all he saw was the constant fighting and bickering between the three. He had seen nothing very positive of the emotions he lacked, so he was generally "glad" he gained more of Pippy than he had either of his other two parents. He always saw Pippy and Paul off on fun and dangerous adventures and witnessing Ziva cry and express herself over absolutely everything mixed in with the constant fighting and general tension of the house; he was more than happy to be the emotionless husk of a boy he was. "Less troublesome" he always thought to himself "not as if I was meant for more than being  a baby monitor for Pippy after all. No need for me to have my own emotions to get in the way of my soul reason for living." He would grow along side his other two triplets and find as they both expressed their emotions constantly along with the world around them; falling in love, growing hatred for bullies, shifting, changing.

Too many variables for Zephyr to take into consideration.

He preferred keeping to himself and whatever work he was assigned. He had tried before to express as others had and gained a leech in the form of a friend named Babak to which he had little care for. He mainly used to use him for running simple tasks and giving him information but as years progressed Zephyr found it was better to seem good and helpful to others. Easier to use them as the tools he would need if he had a good reputation.  Yet even then socializing was on the low end of his priorities, he was far more invested in finding and discovering things. Perhaps he was much like his Pippy in that way seeing as his Pippy was a scientist and researcher themselves roaming off the planet they work in to find and learn as much they can. He, in particular, took his fascinations to the ocean.

Something about those sapphire waves lapping against the very shores he frequented beckoned to him with such force even his emotionless heart was tugged to near tears. It had always been that way, yet he sadly could not go too often seeing as both him and Ziva had negative reactions to prolonged submersion in water. Another thing they gained from their Pippy; perhaps one day Zephyr would explore deeper into his alien parent's origins. For now, he is pulled even harder to the sea. It's near as if the ocean sings to him. Sometimes he swears if he sits long enough in the shallows he can feel his legs being gently caressed by soft slender fingers. Every time he feels this gentle hand to his flesh he always desires to go deeper; to explore and find what beauty is making him feel this way. Ever since he had finally gained emotions thanks to his strange Pippy's experiments and alternative universe shenanigans with Paul he has had a near suffocating desire to always be near the vast unknown of the sea. He longed to dive deeper, and thus began his work on becoming a marine biologist. It gives him a good reason to be where he feels so loved and at home in stark comparison to that cold and tense world he has come to known and suffer through since birth.

He had finally gained a proper friendship connection with Babak in his recent years and the two decided to move out together. It happened sooner than Babak had planned due to Zephyr's attempts to being popular being exposed thanks to his beautiful yet deadly elder sister Carly following the two of them to a local rave party; and Babak knows Zephyr well enough to be able to tell him working two jobs and constantly studying and going to school for his preferred profession has been getting to him.

"Hey bro, why don't we go out or something today? No work and No school, and you've had your head in those books for so long I damn near forgot what your smile looks like."

"I can't today Babak, I have finals soon" Zephyr said dully as he leafed through the pages of his own notes. Babak slammed the book shut, causing Zephyr to look up to his smiling face, his black hair for once not pulled into a low ponytail as he seems to be finishing his morning routine.

"C'mon man, there's a rave at the beach tonight! You haven't gotten laid in a while and I know you love showing off your archery for any damn reason! I hear they're holding a couple sports contests for cash prizes! We may just be able to win a few and you can finally get a damn vacation!"

He paused from reopening his book. The notion of winning money for a vacation was tempting, but what was even moreso was the promise of being near the sea once more. It had been near two years since he saw his true home and he grew ever so weary. A good swim and feel of that absolute bliss the water gives him would raise his spirits quite a bit. He looks up to Babak, who seems to have already read his face and emotions as his smile only grew wider and he rushes off to the dresser drawer in the living room Babak claimed as his room.

"Ahh I KNEW you'd say yes if I told you about the rave! C'mon get your nerdy ass up and get your swim trunks!"

He shook his head with a chuckle as he sets aside his books and notes and rises from the table. <i>I suppose a day off wouldn't harm my grades</i> he thought to himself as he went to his room and got his swim trunks and beach bag out from the back of the closet. <i>Has it really been so long my usually most frequently used items are to the back of my closet?</i> he shook the thoughts from his already racing mind as he got dressed and came out with his keys to see Babak already wearing his swimsuit and shades.

It was surreal, taking the long drive back out to the beach while Babak blasted his favorite techno songs on the aux cord. Zephyr near drowned out any noises just to focus on the road leading to his safe haven away from this cruel unfeeling world he must deal with daily. His jobs had only exposed him to more examples on why emotions only destroy and cause a pain that cannot heal and it disgusts him every second he must deal with others outside of Babak. He hadn't bothered returning to his family knowing well he must be branded now as the family disappointment and only comes to drop off birthday gifts to his respective family members. But seeing his true home and love crest from the horizon, the scent of the salty air intoxicating to him and sending shivers up his spine. <i>I'm home</i> he repeated mentally as he drove around several beach side parking lots finally finding an open space to park. Babak eagerly leapt from his seat to grab their bags and turned on his GPS to find where exactly the rave was. Zephyr followed closely after and inhaled with a smile upon his feet feeling the scorching sand underneath him once more.

Babak's voice sounded like a distant siren slightly keeping him back in touch with reality as Zephyr strode to dip his feet in the shallows of the water, feeling the cool water on his body instantly calmed his very soul and brought a wide blissful grin to his face. He followed his best friend's voice as he walked in the water, near losing himself to the song of the sea once more. He could near hear it again, that gorgeous voice that sounds not like a man, woman or alien: but simply is. He could feel his body instinctively pull inwards to the sea, and only woke from his trance to the sound of heavy bass being played on loud speakers and Babak's happy squeal upon seeing the huge gathering of already half drunk youths dancing horridly out of sync to the blaring music. He begrudgingly left the waters to join his best friend who immediately began ordering drinks for himself and scouting out what they could do here. Zephyr merely allowed himself to be dragged around by his overeager companion and giving neutral answers to the plethora of activities this one party alone had provided for its attendees.

"There it is bro! I knew they would have an archery competition! Looks like its just some dull arrows probably to not do much damage but hey! Still archery right?"

It was obvious this was a rather shoddy setup for a contest, however he could make do to at least play around with a bow and arrow again. Babak was ever so skilled in hunting down the right people to strike up a gamble with and who to find to spread rumors so after he had signed Zephyr up he already had several people betting to the side. As the day went on the archery contest was finally starting up after near every other sport had begun and ended. Zephyr had spent his free time trying to socialize and ignore the teasing and loud song of the sea, and broke once more from the trance once his name was called for the contest. Archery was something he had always been fond of and always excelled in, so he was just as eager to compete as he was to finally be rid of these nuances called humans and dive into the vast body of his love. Besides, if he won he could use his vacation time to come back again which only brought more focus to the task at hand than the ocean. Gripping the bow in his palm as he is announced, he pulls back on the string to feel how the wood reacts. <i>It's been too long seeing you as well, old friend<i> he thought with a smirk. It was a rather easy competition he thought; just three distances to all hit a bullseye on.  He had dealt with far worse when he was competing in high school seeing as his coach saw his skill and ambition and pushed him farther than the others. With a deep inhale as he draw his arrow, a clean release and twice the marks were hit. <i>Child's play, really</i> he thought as he readied his bow once more. Only this time, his eyes drifted for but a moment to the sea and caught a glimpse of something... new.

A humanoid body of water was standing on the distant shore had been watching him as he shot. He blinked several times to ensure that this was indeed here and his mind and eyes were not merely playing tricks on him. His vision only moved from the figure when he was shouted at by Babak, and shook his head clear of any thoughts of the watery figure as he released. His hands were far too shaky and he knew well he would not hit the center, however a gust of wind suddenly pushed the arrow just enough to land the bullseye and cheers erupted around him. Babak came running to congratulate him, and was only greeted with the bow and quiver being shoved into his arms as Zephyr ran off to the ocean in search of what he had seen; yet a scan of the horizon would only show the waves breaking and rushing to the shore. Babak had followed after and shook him, shouting "Hey man the hell? You JUST WON! Come get the prize money man you can swim later!"

"Y-yeah sorry Babak..." he murmured still in disbelief and distraction, allowing himself to once again be pulled back by Babak and congratulated again as he received both the prize money and a small cheap trophy for winning.

As the sun began to fall below the horizon, Babak had been far more interested in the men offering him drinks to bother Zephyr, and Zephyr used this opportunity to return to one of the quieter areas of the beach and enter the water till about waist deep. He ran his hands barely above the surface as he began to mumble to himself or perhaps to the ocean he was unsure, "Was I just seeing things, or did I really see a water person watching me earlier today...? Am I losing my mind?... Have I been away from you for too long...?"

"I'm all you need my darling" he heard whispered in his ear, much to his fright and began to search around frantically; only to see yet again the distant waves and the far lights from the rave.

"W-was... was that you...?" he whispered in return to the water beneath and around him

"You've been gone for too long, you won. You should come to me again soon."

He was unsure of what to make of this. Clearly he must be losing his mind, hearing voices and seeing things not possible: well not possible on this planet at least.  And yet... this voice sounds eerily familiar to the song he always hears from the ocean. Could it be the ocean after so long finally decided to speak to him?

"I have always spoken with you, Zephyr." The voice coos in a near teasing manner.

"How did you-"

"I know you too well my darling. I've missed you."

Okay, NOW he is POSITIVE he is losing his mind. Had his newfound emotions convinced his mind he needed romantic affection? He could have just as easily fallen for Babak, he is the only kind of guy Zephyr would be okay with dating after all he has only ever experienced loveless sex for some cheap thrill but the OCEAN??

"I'm losing my mind, there is no way I am talking to a nonliving body of water"

"Yet I am living, constantly flowing and changing, allowing life to flourish within me and around me. You have always known I was here for you. Do you not remember when you couldn't reach this far?"

He recalls to his younger days when he would hear a faint voice when he was enjoying the beach with his family. His Pippy always came to get him before he went too deep and he would always say he wanted to see his friend.

"I was a child, that was merely make believe"

"Are you imagining me right now then?"

"No I'm losing my sanity right now apparently!" None of this was logical. On this planet and in this time he was certain that HUMANS were the only sentient living and higher beings on this planet, and yet he was of perfectly sound mind this morning and he most certainly is not imagining this right now at least not on his own free will.

"I... how can I believe in something that simply cannot be?"

"Return to me next week, at 12am. I shall show you that you can believe in me."

<i>This is ridiculous</i> he thought <i>there is no way I am actually going to do that</i> and yet something within him, whether it be sheer curiosity or the foolish hope that this is indeed real, something compels him.

"F-fine... this exact spot, at 12am next Saturday."

"I will eagerly await your return my darling" the voice sings so sweetly, and he can feel the hands brush against his calves and slip deeper into the sea. He lingers a moment before he returns to the party to collect Babak and their bags and drive home: the only thing on his mind being next Saturday at midnight.