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itsgrimeytime · 1 year

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The Nurse (Part Three) || Rick Grimes (TWD)

Part one, Part Two, Part Three

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Summary: Before all this, you were a nurse. A nurse who had patients, one of which was a man in a coma. A sheriff, you think, it was all kinda fuzzy now. When it all went sideways, you set up what you could for the man - but had to leave. You'd always wondered where he'd ended up; until in your search of shelter, you run into a familiar face.

TWS: Blood, gore, hospital mention, mentions of death, gun violence (just violence in general), swearing, all things typical of TWD.

[[A/N: this one is set directly after the ending of 2, so get ready for some grimey action! I'm so excited to begin the romance part of all this. Thanks for reading!!]]

At first, he didn't say anything, eyes laid hesitantly on you -testing if he knew you, you'd assumed.

"Who's askin'?"

You brushed off your hands, taking a few warning steps back from Carl, as the man took a step towards him. Almost like an even exchange, as his calloused hands pulled his son to him - a protective notion that you couldn't blame him for.

"Y/N," you answered, confidently.

Daryl interrupted the eye contact, which you were kind of thankful for, "They're a doctor, felt like we could use the help. 'Specially with Jude."

Rick's eyes faltered to Daryl at the name, gaze sharp and concentrated, and suddenly, you wondered who exactly this Jude was.

He took steps forward towards you, long strides with the twinkle of his belt and Carl pushed behind him, "How do you know me?"

Rick was close to you now, and you felt a bit unhinged in the energy rolling off him in waves - an untouched emotional burst. You knew them well. Just don't push-

"How do you know my son?" His tone echoed much more dangerous, and for a moment, you weren't sure how to explain your situation.

"Rick," the older man, Maggie's dad, spoke, tone heavy with meaning that you couldn't quite decipher. You assumed it had to do with the noticeable absence of... Shane and Lori.

The man, who now stood less than a breath away from you, sighed - hands falling to his sides and hair falling forward ever so slightly, he still somehow had that same smell you'd noticed in the hospital (it felt oddly nostalgic).

"I know," he whispered, and you weren't sure it was meant for you so you said nothing in response.

However, when his eyes turned up to match yours in a defeat you'd become familiar with over the years, "You promise you won't hurt 'em?"

Your breath hitched.

The vulnerability was still the same, shaky and open and honest - something that felt so humane to you in a world of death. You weren't sure it'd ever get out of your head now, the shining blue filled with a desperation unlike anything you'd ever seen before, "I promise."

Rick stared at you for a moment longer, like something had ticked in his mind, but you frankly needed to get away from the bright blue eyes that had haunted you ever since you'd seen them.

"Now," turning to the crowd, the heat of Rick being beside you feeling unnerving -when was the last time you'd been so close to someone, "I heard someone needed some help?"

"Before that," Rick's gravel erupted from beside you, as he pointed in the direction of Maggie's dad, who pointedly smiled in response, "-Y/N, this is Hershel, Hershel, this is Y/N."

You nodded to the man ever so slightly, and he did the same - big white beard stretching across his chin.

"He was our doctor," Rick spoke to you, drawl right beside your ear - tired yet somehow made you want to listen, "-I assume you'd two like to talk about some things?"

Hershel nodded, making eye contact with you, "I could give ya the rundown on some patients?"

"Oh, sure," you answered, before looking back to Maggie, "-I just want to get to what's urgent first? If that's alright with you?"

"'Course," Hershel reassured, motioning to the crops, "-I'll be out here when you need me."

You confirmed with yourself, before turning to Maggie, "Where do ya need me?"

"Rick'll take you," she answered, a little distracted, "-I've gotta help with some food for the night."

"Alright," you spun on your foot, ready to trail the sheriff who seemed to just vanish out of your sight.

"And just-" Maggie faltered, fingers trailing a grip on your wrist holding you in place, "-he's going through something right now, so. Just give him time... He's... He's a good man."

You paused, noting the tone of her voice - sympathy almost, "Yeah, of course."

Maggie smiled, a small one, but it still felt quite warm. The chill of dread settled deep in your bones, teetering in its place - just for a second, really. You smiled back, just a little, felt odd after so long of pure silence and... well, being alone.

The hum of people mixed with the... walkers, apparently, was unusual to you -normally, it was silence, all about keeping quiet and making sure none of them would even think your way.

So, yeah, it was odd.

With a breath, you trailed over to the sheriff - who only seemed slightly preoccupied. His hands rested on his belt with a casual stance, while his eyebrow furrowed in a sort of decisiveness that felt... well, very leader.

You took the distance to look at the man, truly they're were no "ulterior" motives, to acknowledge the time, the change of his face from what you'd known.

His hair was longer now, curling behind his ears, and the stubble you'd once shaved was now growing back. Littered with a touch of grey now, actually, but it somehow suited him - or maybe the notion of growing to that stage in this world was positive. You weren't quite sure.

Well, that was a lie.

Rick Grimes was attractive. You knew that.

You knew that from the day you met him, but your mind had never really wandered there. You had a larger scale plan then, primarily, caring for your patient and keeping the family updated. The idea was a single thought, an observation even, in a panicked moment of a new trauma being wheeled in.

You'd never really... Other than his eyes, which burned into your brain with the air of something you'd never really forget. Your brain was in a completely different direction, but now?

You had the time to look at him, even just for a second. It couldn't hurt, right?

Eyes sifting across the broad shoulders and confident stance, you took in what you could. His hands were strong, just decisive in where they clung, and his arms seemed to be stronger than you'd once known, he was... larger.

You supposed everyone was.

He just... suited it. Well. Very well.

You blinked, shaking yourself out of your stupor and looking around yourself to see if anyone had seen you drift off. And with reluctance, you only saw one pair of eyes trained on you - brown and a gaze you felt distrusting.

Daryl, you noted to yourself before waltzing over to the sheriff. Former sheriff? Was that insensitive?

With a breath you interrupted, the itch to get somewhere you could just... do your job growing, "Rick?"

The man stopped, seemingly surprised, and turned to you, "Y/N. Yes?"

"Maggie says you'll take me to who needs me?" You answered, with a little but of an uncertain tone - the man seemed to be unsettled, "-She didn't tell me much other than that."

"Yeah," Rick grumbled out, "-sounds like Maggie. I'll take you to 'er, c'mon."

He said something gently to the woman he spoke to, something you couldn't quite hear, but didn't quite feel the need to be eavesdropping. Not this early on in a visit, anyway.

As you made your way through the cell blocks, Rick seemed to be increasingly fidgety, wiping at his head, and brushing off his pants. Like he was hesitating to say something. His hand was shaky, and his breath was labored.

You'd seen a lot of grief in your life, whether it be your siblings' pet fish being flushed down the toilet or a father's daughter dying in surgery, it was a staple. You knew it, and based on what you knew...

You eyes looked to his left hand, the silver band shining in the gentle sunlight.

"Rick, I don't want to come off... well, intrusive but-" You asked, stopping in your tracks and turning to the man, a gentle brush on his shoulder, "-when was the last time you had rest?"

He seemed to pause in his steps, taking a stuttered breath, and for a sudden moment, you thought you overstepped.

"You were," he started, head falling forward, "-you were there, weren't you?"

The infliction, you knew what he was talking about, "Yes. I... I was the one assigned to your case."

"No, no," he spoke, turning to you - a little deliriously, "-before that."

"Yo-You promised me my family was safe," he added, and your mind sparked with the actual words with those vivid blue eyes in your head.

"Yes, I did. It's... It's how I know-"

"Carl," Rick finished, turning back to the direction you were heading.

The silence was odd but not out of place, not with what you expected him to be going through. He seemed to be rarely here, not really on this ground; you weren't sure of how to approach it.

"Just up here," he uttered, leading you down the cells with ease - despite the fact that they looked the same.

"What exactly should I ex-"

Then he turned, and you followed. In the cell was a rickety bed, one you'd say seemed typical of a prison, but what caught your eye was the blonde girl. She was huddled over something on the bed, protective almost.

"Rick, is this-"

He shushed you as the woman shot up - feet planted safely on the floor, and a gleam in her eye that you were familiar with, a deadly gleam.

She exhaled, at the sight of him, her stance deflating, "Oh, Rick, you scared me. Did you come to see- Wait, whose this?"

There was a bundle now, you saw in her arms, and your heart dropped.

"Beth, this is Y/N," Rick cleared the silence, as the blond, Beth, looked at you questioningly, "-they're a doctor, said they could look at Judith, make sure she's alright."

Beth hummed, a little uncertain, "Okay."

You bit your lip, as Beth walked toward you, the bundle bouncing of it's own accord, and your heart faltered, "Is that-"

"Well, Y/N," Beth interrupted, her smile kind with an extension of her hands, "-meet little Judith Grimes."

Your breath caught as you looked to Rick, understanding - even just for a second, "Grimes?"

With no word response, your eyes caught on the baby, her tiny face blinking up at you with an innocence that you'd forgotten. One you'd almost missed.

You smiled, gently caressing the baby's cheek with your fingertip, "Judith, huh?"

Beth smiled down at the baby, and you became aware that she must've been the caretaker for awhile, she seemed kind. It made sense, especially with...

Rick was looking at the three of you, an air around him of tension -one that you couldn't quite get a grasp on. But you assumed the feelings were complicated, ones you figured he'd tell you, if he wanted you to know.

"Can I..." you began before faltering off, "Can I hold her?"

You weren't sure exactly who to ask, so your question was kind of aimless to whoever chose to answer it.

"Sure," Beth answered, and extended her arms to you, the bundle so still and warm - you imagined her arms were tired anyway, "-go on."

So, with a calming exhale, you held your arms out and gently held the baby, hands secure, and a sense of familiarity bubbled through you.

You hadn't worked in the maternity ward often, but... you were in there enough, assisting with labors on days needed -you found yourself a little bit of everywhere.

There was nothing quite like holding a baby, the gentle weight against your chest, and the hum of warmth against your arms.

"How old is she?" You asked, noting the incredibly young features of the baby - she was definitely a newborn with the big beady eyes and barely moving arms.

Rick answered that one, "A few weeks."

You stilled for a second, noting that she had looked that young, yes. You hadn't wanted to assume, but now, with the deep desperation that Rick held -underneath his skin and shining in his eyes.

So, it had been recently.

Beth smiled at you, as you gently held the baby to your chest, a familiar warmth buzzing up your skin -one you had missed greatly.

Before you could even think about handing Judith back, Rick spoke up, a little gravelly -tired, "Beth, why don't you help Maggie with the food?"

She blinked, a little astonished -you weren't sure why, but you had a guess, "Oh, uh sure! Just let me know if you need me."

You began to bounce Judith gently in your arms. She seemed awfully quiet, but you assumed that was a factor of the environment. The amount of whispers, shushes, and extra layers only confirmed it -it was dangerous for a baby to cry. So, she adapted.

Without a word, you slunk down onto the bed. Leaning against the cellblock wall, Judith laid across your chest comfortably - her tiny eyes fluttering shut with the gentle hum of your heartbeat.

Rick, in a moment, sat beside you at a reasonable distance, but you couldn't quite feel uncomfortable with him -not after caring for him as you did. Hoping with every single breath he took out of that machine that he'd see his son again and working harder to make sure he did.

You decided against saying anything, the only things bubbling up were questions. Questions you doubted the man had the brain power to process now, so you bit your tongue. You'd ask later.

If Rick Grimes needed to follow you around like a puppy dog to survive, so be it. You'd been through worse.

"You knew them," Rick interrupted your thoughts, as he leaned his head against the wall, looking up at the ceiling.

You hummed, he didn't have to say who, "I did."

"Did they-" Rick began, opening his mouth before looking at the baby and faltering. His mouth snapping to a close.

"You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to," you spoke, as soft as a breeze and gently trailed your free hand to tighten the blanket around Judith. The wind was biting a bit through the halls.

Rick hummed, quiet and still a touch of a grumble -smelt a bit like dirt and a touch of what he always smelled like... which you weren't even sure what it was. It had just always been there, even in the hospital.

"Did they seem close?" Rick finished with a huff of air out of his lungs like he was trying to understand something -desperately.

"I..." you paused, adjusting Judith for a second in thought, as you remembered the gradual closeness -a comfort between the two of grief, "What do you mean?"

There was a pause, as Rick messed with his hands, pushing his hair back from his face with a breath.

"Judith ain't mine."

Your breath stuttered, watching as the baby drifted to sleep -the slight whistle of her nose being the only thing keeping you in the know that she was breathing, otherwise, she seemed perfectly still.

"I still love her, like she's mine, I do-" he finished, voice a little shaky, and a sniffle of the nose, "-but I just... I can't- I need time."

"Nobody's rushing you, Rick."

There was silence for a minute, as Judith seemed satisfied -eyes drifting closed. You glanced around the room for her supplies, and sure enough, there was formula, diapers, and wipes covered by a tarp in the corner. Maybe protected from any wandering eyes.

"Thank you."

His voice was slow, slurred, and tired.

You just hummed, trailing your fingertips over the designs on the blanket, cute little ducks and every once in awhile a few bubbles.

"Of course," you whispered, as the man beside you sagged, just ever so slightly, and the soft snore began filling your ears.

You glanced at him, eyes fluttered shut, and eyebags smoothed out (even just for a second), and resisted the itch of your fingers to brush across the skin, "I promised, didn’t I?"

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catcze · 10 months

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hi catte so good to see you back i absolutely adore your works !!

now please share your thoughts on wriothesley using handcuffs <33 we all saw that idle animation and im biting my fist thinking abt it

NSFW!! 18+ ONLY !!

coughs, does not make eye contact w the whole room, quietly copies and pastes the nsfw warning banner, scurries away

「 CWS : 」 Reference towards leaks regarding Wriothesley's idle animation, GN & ambiguous body reader, restraints & use of handcuffs, they fuck???, dacryphilia !! some choking / breathplay 👀

Wriothesley with handcuffs;;; oooh babe I have thoughts thoughts on this 👀👀

When the handcuffs come out, Wriothesley is all-too excited to bind your hands together. In particular, he loves cuffing your wrists together and having you drape your tied hands over his shoulders while he fucks you into the mattress. Whenever your body jerks with his hard thrusts, your arms pull him closer, close enough for him to feel the ragged puff of your breaths on his skin.

You squeak when Wriothesley buries his full length into you on a particularly hard thrust, the head of his cock rubbing against a part of you that has your thighs trembling and your body squirming.

"Right there darling?" He purrs, voice low with lust.

You can scarcely nod, feeling like his cock is so deep into you that it's in your throat. With a slow drag of his hips, you can feel every inch leave you so empty–– but only until he gives another hard thrust and fills you to the brim once more. The force of it has tears brimming on your lashes, has your cuffed hands scrabbling and twitching and trying to grasp as much of him as you can. The chain is cold against the heat of his nape, but Wriothesley easily goes along with your tugging, leaning close to kiss away you tears and swallow each one of your noises.

Sometimes, those handcuffs find their way onto his wrists instead. But no matter how much you try take control or how much preparation you do, it's always you who can hardly walk the next day.

His coat is gone, lost to the floor of his office. Wriothesley's trousers are half-undone–– just enough for you to pull his cock out of his pants and ride him on his office chair. His eyes watch your every movement as you rise and impale yourself on his cock much too slow for his liking. The only reason you've been able to control the pace for so long are his own handcuffs–– keeping his wrists against his back even as his muscles strain to break them and just fuck you against his desk for teasing him for so long.

"You think you're so smart, huh?" His voice is breathless, but his smile is sharp. You furrow your brows at his snark and seat yourself heavily on his lap, delighting in his sharp inhale. But when you stop riding him, doing little more than moving your ass on his lap and giving his dick the bare minimum stimulation, he wants nothing more than to absolutely ruin you.

His voice is a growl. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you cry, baby."

And like an idiot–– "Oh?" You ask, leaning forward, hands on either of his shoulders and face hovering above his. "I'd like to see you try."

Then it's like the temperature around you both drops in an instant, there is a small Crack! that is much too loud in your ears, and Wriothesley has you on your back on his desk, cock suddenly bullied every inch into your insides and thensome, feeling like it just might split you open.

One hand pins you hands above your head, the other is wrapped around your throat, pressing down enough on its sides to make you gasp. From here you can see the remnants of cryo where the handcuffs broke. You can see the hunger on Wriothesley's face, and your stomach clenches.

"You still want to see my try, sweetheart?"

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tentacledsnakelover · 4 months

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The Owl House Finale Rewrite

I love The Owl House. The story, the animation, the music, the characters. It is no surprise the show stands out as a favorite, including mine. But even being a fan cannot make me ignore the flaws of something, no matter how much I love it. I feel while the story was wrapped up well, the series from a writing standpoint was messy. A lot of my gripes with the last two specials involved not using time wisely, the Collector's character being retconned, and ignoring themes of the show. Here is how I would have rewritten the last two specials. I am by no means a professional writer. I have no idea what was going on behind the scenes and I want to give the benefit of the doubt to Dana and her team.

For The Future: The special opens immediately as Luz and her family/friends enter the demon realm. Everyone is on edge after the confrontation with Belos, and everyone with magic is drained, after having used their powers signifcantly in a realm with no ambient magic. Luz offers to bring everyone to the Owl House to recuperate. When they arrive, a wave of starry energy engulfs the house and surrounding area, bringing the puppetfied citizens of the isles with it. Willow and Luz attempt to save Willow's dad from the puppet Owl Beast, but then the Collector arrives with King, having come to play the Owl House game. King is relieved to see Luz, but horrified to see she is now in harm's way. The Collector is shocked too. King kept the Collector from trying to find Luz and her friends by claiming they would want to ruin their game and that the Hexsquad should be left alone. King manages to convince the Collector not to hurt Luz, and he takes her back to the Archives. He leaves the others by encasing the Owl House in a dome at the request of King.

The rest of the Hexsquad and Camila are then saved by a group of resistance members, consisting of Raine, Darius, Eber, the CATTS, and some Hexside kids. Raine explains after the Collector stopped the Day of Unity, Eda attempted to stop the Collector with harpy mode but turned into the Owl Beast. While the Collector dealt with beast Eda, King dropped Raine his collar, who figured out the symbol etched on it neutralized the Collector's magic. Raine has spent the past few months saving the puppetfied citizens, taking them from under the Collector's nose while they play. The Hexsquad's arrival proved the perfect distraction for Raine to save Lilith and Hooty, who the Collector was keeping an eye on due to being important characters for the game, and use the symbol to undo their puppetification.

Raine takes the group back to Hexside, which is hidden using the symbol. The group formulates a plan. Using Lilith's memory of Philip's teleportation glyph combo and her knowledge of the architecture of the Archives, the Hexsquad, CATTS, and Camila, teleport into the Archives, to find and teleport all the puppetfied citizens back to Hexside where they can be safe.

They manage to teleport all the puppetfied citizens to safety, but Odalia turns up. Having been reduced to the Collector's servant, she decides to capture the group in an effort to win the Collector's favor. The group is divided, with Willow, Gus, and Hunter in one group (Willow has her breakdown arc here with Hunter, as she blames herself for getting Luz caught and not being able to do anything). Amity and Camila manage to defeat Odalia and regroup with the kids and the CATTS.

Meanwhile, after having been captured, Luz was brought to the Archives. When they arrived, the Collector dropped Luz to the floor, the impact causing Luz to go unconscious until she is revived by the Collector (While unconscious, she appears in the In-Between Realm, where a mysterious figure tries to get her attention). King is mad at the Collector for hurting Luz, though they try to brush this off, claiming they fixed Luz, and thus it is okay. The Collector asks King to bring Luz to where Eda is being kept underguard by the puppetfied Titan Trappers. Eda is in fact, back in control of herself, and she and King embrace Luz. Eda explains she has seen that the Collector, despite his apathy towards people, is still just a kid, and she has been complying evidence to try and get him to see the error of his ways. However, the Collector arrives, having placed a bug on Luz. The Collector is furious that King lied to them about Eda being stuck in beast form and Luz leaving the demon realm on purpose. The Collector attempts to puppetify the girls but King intercepts the shot, though he remains unchanged.

The Collector now gets nervous, and after being prodded by King reveals Titans are immune to Collector magic, and that he didn't let King know that because he was afraid King wouldn't want to play with him otherwise unless he believe the Collector had control over him. The upset Collector reveals he is the last of his species, who after years of distrust and suspicion of the Titans, led to a war where the two species wiped each other to near extinction. The only surviving adult Titan, King's dad, angrily imprisoned the Collector using the tablets as a catalyst. The tablets were made by the Collector as a gift for the Titans. That way, he could always communicate with the baby Titans, who weren't afraid and distrustful of him like the adult Titans.

Luz, Eda, and King take the Collector on a tour of the isles, trying to get him to understand the importance of empathy and ethics, though the efforts end up striking a nerve with Luz, as the Collector points out Philip thought he was justified by doing what he did, and that Luz also thinks she is justified because she is a 'good guy' too, which worries Luz because she cannot handle the idea of being like Belos. (This references a cut storyboard in which the Collector questions why Luz would say other people but Belos are complex)

The trio are able to make the Collector open to the idea of being more empathetic, and he brings them back to the Archives, where they reunite with the Hexsquad and Camila. Camila and Luz have a heart to heart, which allows Stringbean to hatch. But then they notice the ground below the Archives is shaking, and the sky turns green, with the eye sockets of the Titan glowing blue. The gang realizes Belos is doing something with the Titan, and the special ends on a cliffhanger.

I will try and post my ideas for the rewrite of "Watching and Dreaming later"

#the owl house #toh #toh salt #toh critical #toh criticism #“For the future” was a waste of an episode“

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rickydixky · 1 year

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Officer Friendly • Rick Grimes

a/n • not gonna lie I started to get lightheaded while writing this 😫🩷. Thank you @catt-leya for requesting this ☺️👉🏾👈🏾 ily baby girl 🩷. I hope you enjoy it, please let me know what you think. This one is really short and honestly not my best. Also part 2??????? My DMs are open! I’m also taking requests baby girl 🩷

summary • you finally got out of a verbally abuse relationship and moved states. your shit ex finds you, forcing you to press charges. you meet officer rick and fall deep for him.

warnings • 18+ ONLY, mention of domestic violence, sweet Rick, smut, oral (fem!receiving), chocking, handcuffs, spanking, hickeys, scratching, biting, breeding kink,

wc• 4.8k

You finally moved away from that asshole and now they have found you again. You cling to your phone and look out the window as you see them at your doorstep. You can’t believe this shit. How did they even find me? You shook your head in disgust as you dialed the cops. “FINE BE THAT WAY THEN BITCH!” You heard them yell. It took so much in you not to open that door and just beat their ass. But in reality, you were too frightened by them.

You watched as they walked away from your door and went to their car. You then slid your back onto the living room wall until you felt the floor beneath you. You sat on the living room floor and started to cry. Why couldn’t that bitch leave you alone? You heard their car start and the wheels squeak as they speed away. It was finally over.

You got the courage to get back up and look out the window to make sure they were gone. You grabbed your keys and purse and walked out of the door to your car. This was the final straw. You put the nearest police station's address into your phone and drove there.

You parked and took a deep breath trying your hardest to stay as calm as possible. You repeated heartfelt words to yourself as you got out of the car and walked into the police station.

“Welcome to the King County police station can I please see some identification?” You heard the lady at the reception say. You flashed her a quick smile and gave her your temporary paper ID. “You’re new here ain’t ya?” She said and you quickly nodded followed by a “Yes ma’am.” She gave you a toothy smile and said “Welcome to Georgia sweetie, what are you in here for?” She asked giving you back your ID.

“I wanted to file a restraining order.” You chocked. The lady looked concerned and nodded. “You are at the right place, go ahead and take a seat and I will get with the sheriff’s deputy, here is this paperwork to fill out” She gave you a clipboard and a pen. On the paper, it was an application for a restraining order.

For 15 minutes you filled out the application. Going over every little detail. Even about the event from earlier. “y/n.” You heard a deep southern voice call out. You looked up and you saw a man with curly brown hair, blue eyes, and a gray beard. You awkwardly lifted up your hand and placed a small smile on your face.

You grabbed the clipboard tightly and brought it to your chest, crossing your arms around it. You were obviously nervous and felt frightened to even be there. “Hi y/n, I’m Deputy Rick Grimes,” he said as he brought his hand out to give you a handshake. Instead of shaking his hand you just stare at him. All you would hear was the receptionist typing on her keyboard. Deputy Grimes retreated his hand and calmly says “It is okay, I heard you are going through some trouble. I’m here to help, let’s go into my office to talk bout ya situation.” You nodded and walked into the restricted area of the police station.

He opened his office door and walked in. You instantly sat down in one of the chairs and he sat in his office chair. Without hesitation, you passed him your paperwork and he started to read what you wrote. You saw his eyes read every single line. Almost as if he was studying your words. He got to the end of the paper and sighed out of frustration, tilting his head to the side while clenching his jaw.

“First we have to make sure you are safe in your home. You could have a deputy come by your house and stay with you overnight or you could go to a hotel,” he explained. "Since they have a history of being violent towards you I would recommend you have an officer stay with you for a while just until this paperwork is processed and until the restraining order is in effect." The idea of a cop in your house seemed absurd but you needed the protection especially when this situation has to deal with your abusive ex.

It was silence for a moment and he patiently waited for you to respond. "I promise nothing bad is going to happen to you under our watch. We take these cases extremely seriously," he reassured you. You looked up and nodded. "How long does it usually take to process?" you asked. He flashed you a smile and said "Maximum two weeks, most of the time it doesn't take that long so don't worry." Your mind was scattered as you couldn't believe it came to this. Putting a restraining order on someone you thought loved you.

"I would feel safe if a deputy was at my house while I was there." you finally said. Deputy Grimes nodded and started to go over basic protocol. Telling you all the details of how this situation was going to work.

You left the police station feeling relieved as you know you were going to be in good hands. You were surprised that they took the situation so seriously. You started to think it was only because you were new to the area. You took a deep breath and started your engine. You drove home so you could relax and prepare for the rest of your evening.

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You heard the doorbell ring as you were washing the dishes. You always did the dishes first before eating just so you could enjoy your food and not do dishes after. All the leftovers were in topper ware and in the fridge. You grabbed a towel and dried off your hands. You rushed to the door and looked through the pep hole and saw what looked to be a person in uniform. You immediately knew it was one of the deputies from the police station. You felt the weight fall off your shoulders as you opened the door and saw Officer Rick Grimes.

"Mr, Grimes, come in please," you said opening the door up even more. "It sure does smell good in here! What did you make?" Rick said in an attempt to make this interaction less awkward. "I made homemade pesto and chicken for dinner but what you are smelling right now is pineapple upside-down cake." You saw his face light up and a toothy smile appear on his face. "And yes you may have some Mr. Grimes, as a token of my gratitude," you said faintly smiling and then looking down to the floor. "Please call me Rick," he said reaching for his deputy hat and taking it off his head.

God, he was so attractive under that hat. His curls were placed beautifully on his head and the light hit his beard highlighting the faint black hairs mixed in with his gray hair. You watched as he looked around at all the decor on your walls. Examining every little detail. The silence was killing you. "You can put your hat here and you can take off your shoes here Mr.Grimes, sorry Rick." you pointed at two spots, the shoe rack and the coat rack.

You watched him as he hung his deputy hat on the coat rack along with his jacket. He then turned around to take off his shoes and put them on the shoe rack. You looked at his body as he did so. Looking at his biceps and the way they flexed along with the veins that ran over his arms. He turned around and you instantly snapped out of your trance. "Let me show you around Rick," you said walking down the hall into the living room.

"We are in the living room, there is the kitchen, and around the corner is the bathroom followed by my office. Upstairs there are just two bedrooms and a bathroom. Feel free to look around the house." you explained and Rick nodded his head. He walked off and you assumed this was a sign that he was looking around and getting familiar with his surroundings.

You went to the kitchen to cut a slice of pineapple upside-down cake for yourself and Rick. You then made your way to the living room, placing the plates on the coffee table. You grabbed the remote and flipped through the channels to find something to watch when you heard the water run in the bathroom. You then heard the bathroom door swing open. Rick's shadow reflected on the wall and then disappeared as he turned off the bathroom light. You then continued to look at the TV trying hard not to make direct eye contact with him when he came around the corner.

"I'm guessing this is for me?" he asked flashing you a cute smile, pointing at a plate and plopping down on the coach. "Yes, sir. I didn't know what you wanted to drink so I just grabbed you some water," you said giving him a toothy grin. "I appreciate that ma'am, I really do," he said in a low voice grabbing his plate.

You watched him from the corner of your eye as he took his first bite. You were surprised when a loud moan came out of his mouth. "Holy shit this is good," he said with a full mouth. All you could do is bust into laughter and Rick followed with a chuckle himself. "Well, it is nice to know someone likes my baking," you said, your smile disappearing. The room was silent except for the chatting on the TV.

You looked down at your plate and Rick instantly knew something was wrong. He read your case and saw the awful things that your ex did to you. He couldn't imagine the shit they did to you that you didn't say. He saw that this was hard on you. He was infuriated that someone would treat you like that.

"I'm sorry that he treated you like that hunny, no person should ever go through what you went through. Trust me if they come back here there is no telling what I would do. There must be fewer people like that in the world," he expressed, his demeanor changing when he talked about harming your ex. He saw you make intense eye contact with him. His heart fluttered at your eyes looking into his.

"Thank you, Rick, I appreciate your kind words," you whispered placing your hand on his. You put a small smile on your face and Rick did the same. "It has been hard on me you know, they were the only person I had a connection with. That's the only reason why I stayed for so long. I was afraid to be alone so I settled for less. Never again." you said as you slowly removed your hand from Rick's.

"They were my first and it was hard for me to let go. The first relationship, first kiss, first date, and the first person I had sex with. There are times when I wish I could just take it all back." you expressed to Rick and a tear came down from your eye. Rick just looked at you in your eyes and listened. He saw a second tear come down and he lifted his hand, wiping away the tears. He cupped your cheek in his hand and you grabbed onto his arm. You closed your eyes and let the tears fall.

"It's okay sweetheart," he whispered. Then moved his head closer, his lips touched your forehead. A jolt of energy went through your body. You never felt like this before, loved and appreciated. Your eyes widened as he withdrew back from you. Your ex never touched you like this it just made you realize how much of a dick head they were.

"Sorry was that too far?" you heard Rick say, throwing you out of your train of thought. "No, no, that's totally fine!" you protested causing Rick to smile at your cuteness. "That really helped me calm down a little bit," you said flashing him a smile. When in reality that made your heart race as you thought about his lips touching yours.

You put your head on his shoulder. And placed your hands in your lap. Rick was smiling from ear to ear. He really liked you but he didn’t want to come off too forced. It took everything in him to not kiss you passionately. But he had to hold himself back. He didn’t want you to think he was taking advantage of you.

You looked at the TV and then glanced at his crouch. You thought about how nice it would be to sit on top of him or even have your head between his legs. You squeezed your legs together as you felt your core swell up. Rick noticed your antsy movements and continued to watch the TV.

Your heart started to race thinking about the things that he could do to you. Why were you feeling like this? Why did he make you feel like this? You just meet him. And your mind was spiraling. You went back in forth with your options. Give in and let him have you or just be professional about the situation. You knew the obvious answer.

He took a deep breath and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in closer. You leaned into him laying your head on his chest. You could hear his heartbeat racing just like yours. You then put your hand on his stomach making him flinch a little. You then giggled and said with a soft tone, “I’m sorry.”

You felt so comfortable. This just felt so right to you. You suddenly put both of your legs across his right leg. He then slid his hand down to your waist, rubbing his thumb across the band of your pink silk shorts. You heard his heart race even more. The tension between the both of you was so high.

You looked up at him and saw that he was trying so hard to focus on the TV. You lifted your hand up from his stomach and placed it under his chin. You both made intense eye contact. You pulled him closer to you and your lips finally meet. You felt your core start to become wet as he rubbed your thigh. Both of your breaths were heavy as you exchanged kisses. Both of them collided countless times. Rick then slowly pulled back looking you into your eyes.

“Are you okay with this, are you sure” Rick questioned you. You simply just nodded and swung your leg around his waist sitting on top of him. You palmed his face and brought him in for another kiss. You both smiled into the kiss. “Yes, I’m sure,” you said against his lips. You both continued to kiss and you slid your tongue into his mouth. Both of your tongues danced causing you to grind against him.

He softly grunted into your mouth, putting his hand on your hips. You could feel his hard dick press against your core sending you over the edge. This felt so naughty especially since he was in his deputy uniform. The idea of him fucking you with his uniform on just turned you on even more. You bit his bottom lip sending him over the edge. He couldn’t hold it in anymore.

He firmly placed his hands on your ass making sure you didn’t fall as he stood up from the couch. You gasped as he effortlessly picked you up. You wrapped both of your legs around his waist. You then giggled as he started to place kisses down your neck. He carried you up the stairs and you pointed him to your room.

He opened the door as he held onto you with one hand. He walked over to your bed and gently laid you down on it. “Are you sure,” he said planting another passionate kiss on your lips. You loved how polite he was towards you. This made your heart flutter and made you fall in love with him even more. “Yes Rick please just touch me,” you begged.

Rick placed kisses all the way down to your belly button. He curled his fingers around the band of your shorts. He slowly pulled them down and was surprised that you weren’t wearing underwear. A string of your juices was attached to your shorts as he pulled them off. He then threw them across the room. You whimpered as you felt him place kisses on your inner thigh.

“You look so beautiful baby,” he whispered against your thigh. Causing you to moan at his words. You felt his hand slide inside your inner thigh. Finally making contact with your wet pussy. You gasped as he ran his fingers through your precious little pussy. He then started to run circles on your clit. You moaned at the sudden sensation.

“Let me please you, sweetheart,” he said kissing your core. “Please,” you breathed gripping your covers. You felt his tongue replace his fingers as he licked circles on your clit. You moaned loudly as you have never felt anything like this. Your eyes rolled back in your head as he continued to pick up the pace. This made you shake uncontrollably at the sensation. You then felt his index finger slide against your entrance. A small whimper came from you as he continued to tease your swollen pussy.

He finally pushed his finger into you. Making you gasp for air. He then wrapped his lips around your clit and started to suck while sliding his finger in and out of you. “Shit!” You moaned as you ran your fingers through his hair while your other hand gripped tight onto the sheets. He then slid another finger into you sending you over the edge. He stopped sucking and went back to rubbing circles on your clit.

You were so sensitive as you felt yourself reach your high. He again picked up the pace making you arch your back. He moaned into your pussy as you gripped his hair tightly. He knew you were close and you didn’t even have to say it. He felt your walls grip around his fingers as he started to suck on your clit once again.

Your legs started to shake uncontrollably as you felt an orgasm coming. He slowly pulled his fingers out of you and separated your thighs further. And at that moment you felt the knot in your stomach pop. A loud moan escaped your lips as you came. But he didn’t stop he continued to lick your clit. “Rick oh my god!” You screamed tugging on his hair.

You sat up and looked down and looked at the sight of Rick's face deep in your pussy. He slowly pulled away and looked up at you. His face and mouth were soaked and your juices were dripping from his beard. The sight was so beautiful you couldn’t help but stare at him. A smile formed on his face as he licked his lips. “You taste so good baby,” he cooed making you blush.

“Are you okay baby?” He asked you. “Holy shit I am now.” You breathed out letting out a soft giggle. “But now I want more of you.” You said pulling off your top. His eyes widened at your words. The thought of his dick deep in your pussy just excited him. He wasted no time and unbuttoned his shit. You watched him as he stripped for you. The moon hit beautifully on his skin as he stood in front of you shirtless. He reached to unbuckle his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He wrapped his fingers around his waistband and dropped his pants and underwear to the ground.

You saw how big he was and instantly breathed “Oh god.” Rick then got on top of you and started to kiss your neck. He then whispered in your ear, “Don’t worry I will go slow for you.” You grabbed his face and passionately kissed him. This kiss was slower than the other and more meaningful. “Are you ready?” He asked between the kiss. You slowly nodded rubbing your hand along his cheek.

Rick took his hand and guided it toward your entrance. He rubbed his tip across your soaking pussy making you whimper once again. He slowly pushed his tip into your pussy and you gasped at the sudden feeling. He slowly pushed in some more causing you to hold onto his bicep tightly. Your nails softly dig into them.

He then finally pushed all the way in allowing his tip to kiss your cervix. You both moaned at the feeling of Rick deep in you. You were trying to adjust to his size and he was trying to adjust to your grip. Rick took a deep breath and planted another kiss on your lips.

“Wow you are so tight,” he whispered in your ear. “Just for you,” you breathed out. Rick let out a slight moan at your words. That shit just drove him crazy and you noticed. "I'm all yours Rick," you said into his ear. You then wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer to you. "I'm yours y/n," he said attaching his lips to your neck and sucking.

He slowly pulled out and slowly pushed back into you. You both moaned at the sudden sensation. You reached for his back softly clawing at his skin. He kept thrusting into you at a slow pace making sure he wasn't hurting you. It was so nice for someone to be gentle with you and please you. You absolutely loved how Rick whispered sweet compliments on your neck.

You moved one of your hands to his head, running your fingers through his hair. "Rick faster please, I'm ready," you begged. He then started to pick up the pace. You moaned in pleasure and dug marks on his back. Rick let his lips press against yours, moaning into the kiss. He slowly lifted up putting his hands on under your thigh. He then pushed them up closer to your chest.

You looked back at him and nodded your head in agreement. And with one swift movement, he slammed into you. He hit your g-spot sending you into a trance. He started thrusting roughly in and out of you. You couldn't even moan your mouth was just left wide open. Rick on the open hand had his head thrown back as he started to moan loudly followed by sweet compliments, "Y/n, you are so beautiful. You feel so good. I don't want to stop." You moaned in response to his words as he filled you with pleasure, "Rick. Baby. Harder."

He then looked back down at you "Fuck." he breathed. He was hesitant but he wanted to give you what you wanted. With one swift movement, he held you close to him with his left arm around your waist and anchored both of you with his right arm on the bed. You then wrapped your arms around his neck. He then started to thrust in you at an ungodly pace.

"Yes! Just like that baby!" you screamed as he hit your g-spot with every thrust. Your pussy clenched around his dick causing Rick to grunt loudly. "Shit, you want it right there baby," he said in a breathy tone as he watched your eyes roll back in your head.

The room was filled with moans and the sound of the bed violently creaking. Rick put his head in the nock of your neck trying so hard not to cum. He wanted to please you for as long as possible. Giving you what you deserve.

You could tell Rick was getting tired by the sloppiness of his thrust. “Let me turn around, please. I want to get on my hands and knees” you moaned in his ear. He then slowly pulled out and kissed you once again. Your tongues danced in each other's mouths while his hand trailed to your nipple. Slowly flicking it, sending an overstimulating sensation to your core.

You turned around and Rick looked down. He saw your pretty ass in the air which caused him to smack it. I little whimper came out of your mouth as you wiggled your ass in excitement. He then looked at his dick and saw your cream all over his dick. He wanted there to be more on it.

He rubbed your ass and lined up his dick with your entrance. He slowly pushed in your soaking wet pussy. “Fuck! Rick!” You screamed as this position reached your g-spot better. Before he could thrust in and out of you, you started to move back and forth on his dick. He was staying still and watching you slide on his dick.

He laid his hands on your ass and watched how your pussy was wrapped around his dick. “Holy shit baby,” he breathed throwing his head back. He was enjoying every second of this. He absolutely felt like he was in heaven when he was inside you.

He looked back down and saw that his handcuffs were still attached to his belt. He quickly reached down to the floor as you continued to move up and down. He looked back at you and grabbed one of your arms. He then cuffed one of your wrists. You gasped at the sudden metal that touched your skin. He then grabbed your other arm and cuffed the other wrist. This forced your chest to be pressed against the bed along with the side of your face.

You whimpered as you continued to move up and down on his dick, knowing exactly what was going to happen next. He then grabbed onto your waist making you come to a halt. You felt his hand trail from your lower back to your shoulder. With one movement he grabbed onto the cuffs and your shoulder, pulling you up against his chest.

He then wrapped his hand around your throat. “You’re under arrest sweetheart,” he whispered in your ear. “What’s my punishment officer?” You whimpered. “Me filling you up with cum all the way to the brim.” He whispered letting go of your neck and the cuffs. This caused your chest to make contact with this bed again. “Fuck and cum in me officer.” You moaned.

Without hesitation, Rick started to thrust fast and steady into your core. This causes you to form a fist with your hands and Rick saw. You gripped around his dick as you felt him slide in and out of you. You felt your juices running down your thigh as he moaned your name. He was trusting in you so hard that the headboard attached to the bed started to knock against the wall, making a loud thud.

He was hitting your sweet spot causing your toes to curl and your back to arch. You couldn’t believe this was happening. That Rick was balls deep into you giving you the love and affection you needed. “Spank me please,” you begged and Rick behaved. You heard a loud slap and a heat form on your ass. You moaned loudly as the contact sent a wave through your body.

“Ri-Rick,” you moaned as he continued to slap your ass multiple times while thrusting into you aggressively. He then pulled you up near his chest once again by the handcuffs still pumping at a steady pace. He reached his hand around your waist and his fingers made contact with your clit. He rubbed circles on your clit sending you into a spiral.

You were so close and Rick could tell by the way your pussy clenched around him. He was close himself and your grip around him didn’t make it any better. Your legs started to get weak as you felt a knot in your stomach. “Cum for me baby,” you heard Rick demand. You obeyed and were finally released. Your legs shook as you felt Rick fill you up with cum. Loud moans filled the air followed by heavy breathing.

Rick pulled out and stared at your pussy waiting for cum to spill out of you. Just as he wanted cum dripped out of your pussy and started to run down your thigh. Rick smacked your ass one more time causing you to moan his name once again. Your ass had his handprint all over it.

He turned you around and placed kisses all over you. He laid next to you and moved your hair out of your face. He flashed you a smile and asked “Are you okay? Did I go too hard?” You giggled and placed a passionate kiss on his lips. “No it was perfect,” you responded. You put your head on his chest and rubbed his beard.

“Oh shit I have to put the cake up!” You yelled and instantly got up placing a kiss on his lips. He sighed and a cute smile formed on his face as he heard you run down the stairs.

#rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes smut #rick grimes fanfiction #twd #the walking dead #officer rick #officer friendly

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sweetcloverfox · 22 days

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I love that I have a partner ( @schrodingers-catt ) who I can talk to about my nonhuman identity. I don’t have to hide it or act like I’m fine when I’m dealing with dysphoria. Because even tho he’s not nonhuman himself, he still supports me and he’ll never understand how much that means to me

I can talk to him about my new identities or when I’m questioning them or tell him about my new neopronouns and he’ll take them in with open arms and use my new pronouns and if I asked, I know he’d help me figure out if I like them by using them in messages while talking about me

#fox theriotype #fox therian #therian #therianthropy #alterhuman #nonhuman #canine theriotype #canine therian #foxkin #therian community #nonhuman community #nonhumanity #non human #alterhuman community #alterhumanity #clown creature #clown kin #cryptidkin

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dazeddoodles · 2 months

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Is Fiddlesticks Raeda’s dog in your human AU?

I FORGOT ABOUT FIDDLESTICKS 💀

In my defense, I made the human au before the finale and I didn't take them into consideration.

I think they'll be Raine's cat. Just because their staff design would be easier to translate into a cat, as a reference to the CATTs, and cause Raine seems more like a cat person to me.

#eda is cat like to me but she'd probably be a dog person #raine is like a puppy but seems like a cat person #idk why #asks

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shortprince-cos · 1 month

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My TOH AUs so far!

Beauty in Blood

Hunter gets poisoned by an illegal potion dealer. He and Darius must find an antidote before its too late.

Hunter Noceda

10 y/o Hunter traps himself in the human realm and gets found by the Noceda's.

The Bard, the Bird, and the Boy

Raine becomes a covenhead early and snatches a child. ( @thebard-thebird-andtheboy )

Mama's Boy

Hunter is Eda and Raine's biological child who got snatched by Belos because he looks like Caleb. Eda assumes her baby is dead. Snippet One.

Star Crossed Brothers

The Collector meets a young Hunter by accident and decides to be his friend.

Future Fears

The CATTs make a potion that will show them the DOU, but Hunter accidentally takes it instead.

Emperor Obron

Caleb goes along with Philip's plan to kill all witches because Evelyn and their son died 'due to wild magic'.

Hunter Blight

Darius snatches a baby Hunter and gives him to the Blights for safe keeping. This goes about as well as you'd expect.

The Cardinal

After witnessing Belos chat with The Collector about killing everyone, Hunter becomes a vigilante.

Time Pool Panic

Caleb accidentally stumbles into a time pool and winds up in Luz's story.

Silver Scout

Luz ends up with Belos as a mentor instead of Eda.

A Captive Audience

Hunter gets captured by the BATTs after recognizing Raine

Mute!Hunter

Exactly what it sounds like.

The Magic of Light

Luz and her mother move to Bonesborough to get a fresh start, but after and encounter with a bully, Luz receives a mysterious necklace that grants her magical powers! (Magical Girl AU)

#the owl house #toh #toh hunter #fanfiction #fanfic #toh luz #toh caleb #toh darius #toh eda #toh golden guard

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thornescratch · 2 months

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LAST LINE TAG GAME

Woooooo finally working my way to answering a bunch of things in drafts. God, I am such an untimely asshole. (I have responses coming to people in anon asks and other meme tags shortly! Not that any of this is critical news that will send the earth spinning off its axis.)

Anyway, @sushiburritonoms tagged me in the Last Lines meme, and I am always hammering at like fifteen documents at once so here is the one I just looked at:

"If someone held you at blasterpoint and demanded that you eat as many uncooked Klatooine paddy frogs as you could for six hours, how many do you think you could eat?" Boba interrupts. Luke makes a slight noise of protest. Boba sighs irritably. "Fine, at blasterpoint or slugthrower point."

He should have expected this, Din thinks resignedly. Sometimes things go along so smoothly, it's jarring to remember that Luke and Boba have a shared history together that far pre-dates any dealings Din had had with either of them, and that in every encounter, one of them had ended up blinded (temporarily, Boba always pointed out), shot, maimed, or eaten by a sarlacc (also temporarily, Luke pointed out; though with permanent side effects, Boba inevitably countered with.) In the beginning, he'd wanted so badly for the two of them to stop trying to murder each other every time they were within the same room for more than five minutes and channel that energy into something more reasonable, like lovingly vicious spite-sex, that he'd failed to anticipate that Luke's passive-aggressive Jedi serenity bullshit emotional issues and Boba's aggressive-aggressive Mandalorian-adjacent clone emotional issues would eventually no longer automatically repel each other, but instead combine into some horrifying new force of joined strength and overall weirdness.

"Are the frogs alive or dead?" Din finally asks. "Because that affects my answer."

Anyone who wants to take part, feel free. @twigcollins, @darkisrising, @soranokumo-is-catt, @bronze-lorica, @maikaartwork, and @flidgetjerome.

#meme #fanfiction #Star Wars #Luke Skywalker #Boba Fett #Din Djarin #Bobadinluke #The Mandalorian

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polyhexian · 9 months

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Eda refers to the Martlet as Marty. I feel like Jasper would find this endearing. Idk if they're friends (does Jasper even HAVE friends in this AU? sad) but they'd at least be running in the same circles. Casual acquaintances who appreciate each other's work. They exchange idle chit-chat in the night market.

If anyone figures out who the Martlet is before Jasper makes his identity known, it's Luz. She's smart, she's genre-savvy, she still low-key thinks she's in a fantasy story (lol), and she IMMEDIATELY clocks the Martlet as 1) Having a mysterious identity, 2) Having a mysterious BACKSTORY, 3) Being low-key sad, like, ALL the time despite his cheerful badass persona, clearly he is HIDING INNER PAIN, 4) HE'S GOT A SERIOUS SOFT SPOT FOR KIDS AND AN APPARENTLY-PERSONAL HATRED FOR BELOS, THIS IS NOT ADDING UP TO ANYTHING NICE, 5) It is entirely possible she gets a glimpse of his Emperor's Coven sigil at some point.

It's not a priority for her to figure the guy out, and it'd take a while for her to collect all the pieces to the puzzle. But after meeting Hunter she pesters Lilith for information about the Golden Guard, which leads to talk of the old one, so she knows Jasper existed. She knows Hunter is an orphan being raised by an Evil Emperor, which is just…welp, there are stories that go like that and they ALWAYS involve parental drama. She sees the Martlet and Hunter fight and notes that Marty's not as antagonistic as he could be.

…Bahaha, I have no idea how to make the timeline on THIS concept make sense, cuz she doesn't know Belos = Philip until Hollow Mind and who knows how that episode would even go down in this AU, BUT imagine her cornering Jasper like "ARE YOU CALEB WITTEBANE???" and Jasper just. fucking losing it. XD

(Does Jasper know Belos's name is Philip? Does he know the surname Wittebane? Does he even know he's human? Or does he put two and two together when he catches Luz watching an echomouse journal entry? Does he get just as interested in the journal as she is, but his interest is more morbid curiosity?)

Once Luz figures things out, or once things come out, she is just, like. Unholy screeching. OH MY GOD IT'S LIKE A REVERSE DARTH VADER SITUATION.

"Human," Hunter says, infinitely tired, "WHAT are you talking about?"

"Huh, yeah, it kinda is," Eda muses.

Jasper says that bullshit "people like me don't survive stories like this" line exactly one time around Luz and she is NOT having it. NUH-UH. NO SIR. You are NOT allowed to become a sacrificial father figure immediately after being reunited with your son! Her insistence on this is only PARTIALLY due to her own paternal loss trauma, it is also very much fueled by her love of storytelling! She drags out a whiteboard and does an impromptu presentation on TROPES and CHARACTER ARCS! She gasps as she realizes - it's not HUNTER'S redemption arc that's the big one here, it's JASPER'S. He's been riding a redemption arc for 16 years! You don't just kill off a character after that kind of development! Everyone knows Redemption Equals Death happens, like, IMMEDIATELY after the Heel-Face Turn, we are WAY past that threshold! Jasper is kinda overwhelmed but appreciates her optimism.

YEASSSSS

He doesnt have FRIENDS.... but he knows people. Like he works with the CATTs fairly often. He probably shows up to meetings and stuff and hangs around. People KNOW him. He probably does know eda, they're very similar and both hate Belos. He's cagey and he's not going to reveal much but I imagine there's been a time or two he's gotten seriously injured and it's her doorstep he shows up on. He might work with the CATTs but he doesn't trust them. He feels in his bones a trust for eda. She won't turn him in, she won't pull his mask off or tear his identity from him. She'll annoy him sure. But she won't MAKE him do anything. So once in a blue moon he shows up bloody and miserable on her doorstep to ask for help. He stays the night and he's gone by morning. He probably leaves something as a thank you. Maybe some stolen snails. Maybe a stolen owl beast potion. Potion ingredients. Whatever he has.

Luz ABSOLUTELY clocks his shit IMMEDIATELY. The only thing is she doesn't know about Grimwalkers. She's missing info on the golden guards. But it's obvious he's Hunter's dad and it's obvious Hunter doesn't know that. So she thinks like... maybe he escaped Belos but left Hunter behind... but like he is still his like biological dad. She thinks he left Hunter behind and is filled with guilt.

It's not until he is unconscious on Camila's couch and she knows what Grimwalkers are that she's like... putting the pieces together

AND ABSOLUTELY SHES ON THE "NO MOTHRRFUCKER YOU DONT GET TK DIE TRAGICALLY NOW"

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fandomsandflyingstingrays · 10 months

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Stepping Stones: Chapter 11

The force of the soundwave knocks Raine backwards, blasting them across the living room so hard and fast they slam into Eda’s wanted poster, knocking it sideways.

“Raine!” King squawks. “You okay?”

Raine checks the back of their head for damage and then looks up, grinning. “All good,” they promise, standing and re-situating the poster. “That was amazing, King!”

Footsteps patter down the stairs and Luz emerges a second later, her eyes wide. “What was that?”

“King finally hit that high note!”

“Hey! Good for you, buddy!” Luz sweeps King into her arms, twirling him around.

“Oh, it was nothing,” King says in imperious tones, waving his hand.

“Next we’ll start working on hitting notes in sequence. If we can put together a melody, you’ll be able to do multiple waves of damage.” Raine pauses. “We might want to move practice outside.”

If they’re honest with themself, the idea of bard magic being so similar to Titan magic sort of terrifies them. Teaching King some of the tricks they’ve learned is all well and good, but picturing the behemoth both of them are standing on— King’s father— doing anything remotely like this is deeply unsettling. They try not to think about it much.

Luckily, a piercing squawk interrupts that thought process before they can get too deep into it, and they hold out their hand for their phone to fly into.

“Hey, Darius. What’s going on?”

“Hunter and I found a neighborhood we want to check out, and we’re thinking of booking some showings for later today. Do you have any idea whether you want to come with?”

Raine sighs. “Not yet, Dare. Maybe look at a couple of different models?”

Darius heaves a sigh that lasts a solid twelve seconds. “Fine.”

Raine hangs up, and their phone flies over Luz and King’s curious faces. “Showing?” Luz asks.

Raine nods. “Now that Darius and I are public figures, we don’t really think it’s appropriate to be holing up in the old CATTs headquarters. He, Hunter, and Eber have been looking at moving to Bonesborough to be closer to Hexside, but I’m not sure where I want to go yet.”

Luz’s eyes light up, and she bounces on the balls of her feet. “It’s obvious, isn’t it? You should move in here with Eda!”

King gasps. “Yes! Then you could bring me dessert before dinner every day!”

“Hey, you’d better not tell Eda about that. I shouldn’t even be doing it.”

“Well, maybe if you live with King you’ll get used to his charms,” Luz offers.

“No one gets used to my charms,” King scoffs.

“Look,” Raine says, “it’s Eda’s decision. She’s been so busy with plans for the university anyway, and it's opening in just a few weeks, the last thing I want to do is impose—"

Luz gives them a level look. “Raine. You make time to see each other literally every day. You spend more time in this house than I do. I really don’t think you’d be imposing.”

Raine sighs. They’re not going to say they haven’t thought about it; they’re sure that Darius, Eber, and Hunter all know it’s the reason why they’re not looking at houses with them. But as hard as they try, they can’t shake the memories of when they were younger, when Eda always insisted on staying over at their house instead of hers, when she always met them outside her door, when she protected her space with all her claws rather than let them see the elixirs and feathers and scratch marks inside.

It isn’t fair, they know— they’ve seen Eda turn enough to carry spare elixirs, and she takes them from them. And Luz is right: they spend more time at the Owl House than they do their actual home. But they can’t shake the fear that this will be too much, too fast, and she’ll pull away again.

They feel a hand slip into theirs and Luz squeezes it gently. When they look at her, it’s to find her gazing at them with big brown puppy eyes they can never resist.

“Please,” she says, “just give her a chance.”

Raine closes their eyes and lets out a long breath, trying to drain their fear out with the air. “Okay.”

…

The only remaining problem: Raine genuinely can’t get the words out.

They could have gotten right to it when Eda met them for lunch on their hill. Eda, there’s something I wanted to ask you. They could have brought it up when she asked how their day had been. Oh, I was talking to Luz about this idea. They could have mentioned it the fifth time they opened their mouth and then lost their nerve and Eda asked if they were being asphyxiated by their sandwich. Oh, no, I just want to ask if I can come live in your house, but I’m so scared you’ll think it’s a terrible idea that every time I try I make these weird noises instead of words.

So they just laugh it off and finish eating, and Eda stands, and they realize they’re out of time. Darius and Hunter found two places they liked, only one of which has room for Raine, and Darius has told them in no uncertain terms that he needs to know where they plan to live before tomorrow if he’s going to be able to get an offer in. If they let Eda walk away, their decision will be made.

“So,” she says, magicking away the basket of empty dishes, “what’s the rest of your day looking like?”

Raine takes a deep breath. “Well,” they say— in a voice about three octaves higher than usual, but at least it’s their voice and not an empty wheeze— “I’m actually going with Darius, Eber, and Hunter to a house showings.”

“The old Headquarters not prestigious enough for our new counsellors?” Eda teases. Is her voice a little tighter? Raine doesn’t know if they’re imagining it or not.

“It's more that we need a house with better security. The CATTs’ place was great for hiding in, but not super defensible.”

“I see.”

Raine studies her. She knows them better than anyone— there’s no way she doesn’t know they’ve thought about the Owl House as an option. Their anxiety wants to say she’s not bringing it up because she doesn’t like the idea— but their rational mind, the one that knows this Eda, knows that’s not it. Even if she didn’t want them there, she would just tell them. The only other explanation Raine can think of is that she’s scared, too. She might have pushed them away all those years ago, but they were the one to end things.

She’s opened the door, Raine realizes. They have to be the one to cross the threshold.

“They found a place that has a bedroom for me,” they say, “but I, ah, I wanted to check with you… just in case the Owl House was an option. You can say no,” they add quickly, “I just thought I’d ask—“

“Yes. Rainestorm. Are you kidding?”

Raine looks up to find her beaming, a light in her eyes that somehow makes her even more gorgeous, and they let out a huge woosh of breath. “Oh, thank goodness. I made this way harder than it had to be, didn’t I?”

Eda shrugs. “We both did. I mean, we’re together almost all the time anyway, but…”

“It feels like a bigger step,” Raine agrees, nodding.

“But I’m ready for it. I know it’s been less than a year, and there will still be things to work out, but Raine— I want to work them out. I want to be with you for the fun things, and the mundane things, and the awkward things. Everything. I want you to be a part of my life for as long as you’ll have me.”

“Are you sure? Because I’m pretty sure Warden Wrath is still hung up on you, and he’s got that whole strong-guy thing going on—“

Eda shoves them, but she’s laughing, and they grin too as they take her hand in both of theirs and kiss it.

They lean forward, resting their head against hers, completely content. “That sounds pretty good to me.”

#the owl house #toh #raine whispers #eda clawthorne #raeda #luz noceda #king clawthorne #darius deamonne #toh hunter #toh eberwolf #stepping stones #ray rambles #ray writes

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PureGaaLee's WIP Your Heart 2023: Event Wrap

Hello, PGL followers and event participants. I am going to start this event wrap on a somber and necessarily serious note.

If you were keeping track of the event dates, then you know this event wrap was originally scheduled to be released mid October when the WIPYHO officially ended. That did not happen due to the increased and on-going assault on Gaza, Palestine by the settler-colony known as Israel. With the genocide still currently unfolding, my attention and priorities have not been on fandom--and I know I am not alone in that.

I wanted to post-pone making this event wrap-up because of what's happening, but now that it's been nearly two months since the end of the event, I did not want to keep participants waiting. So I apologize for the wait, but I hope people are not only understanding, but also paying close attention to the escalation in ethnic cleansing taking place and doing what they can for Palestinians whether that's sharing posts, donating, or going to protests.

Thank you to everyone for bearing with me and thank you so much for your participation in this event. Below the cut is the official event-wrap up. Please make sure to check out all the wonderful pieces by the author/artist duos who made this event possible.

And please keep Palestine in your hearts.

WIPYHO Ao3 Collection

The Ball, the Boxing Match, and the Bedchamber by a_gay_poster/@ghoste-catte with art by @romanticdeity [NSFW]: When gentleman pugilist Rock Lee makes the acquaintance of a prince in a most unexpected way, he does not anticipate how much his life will change. Nor does he anticipate the dangerous feelings the prince will inspire.

Born Under Punches by urieskooki/@urieskooki with art by @bayheart: Team Gai have been sent on a mission to track down the Akatsuki member who's been whisking away jinchūriki with terrifying efficiency. When a clue left behind at the site of the Ichibi’s capture leads them to Amegakure, Lee must put aside any distractions to do one thing: complete the mission - even if those distractions include rescuing his missing team and the mysterious boy he keeps running into around the city.

The Grapes of Debauchery by solas_oiche with art by @bayheart [NSFW]: Lee gets drunk. Shenanigans ensue. How does it always end up being Gaara’s problem in the end?

Kept Under Lock and Key by bananahwormz/@bananahwormz with art by @arecu21: Gaara discovered his proclivity for the same sex at some point in his teen or young adult life, but it wasn't something he paid much attention to or cared much about compared to all his other priorities. Sometimes he would confuse friendships for crushes, but due to either what he would later discover to be a fear of rejection or a fear of himself, he vowed to never act on these emotions. Believing himself to be alone in the way he loves and who he loves, he lets infatuation come over him and run its course before finally letting go every time and making his peace. As his paramours marry the women of their dreams, proving his theories correct, his need—no, WANT—for romantic companionship becomes easier to tame. But one bachelor seems hard-set to challenge his precepts, whether intentionally or not. How and why is Papa Lee still single? And would he ever consider…

My Home is Your Home by Luna_Lee/@sagemoderocklee with art by Roarsh/@roarshackle Gaara's new apartment isn't much, but in his mind it's perfect. It might be tiny, but it has what he needs: a bedroom, a living room, a bathroom, a teeny tiny kitchen, and a rather attractive neighbor. But it also has something that wasn't mentioned in the lease.

Not a Place of Honor by ghostinthestalls/@ghost-in-the-stalls with art by @pannaflara: Rock Lee is a soldier in the Konoha military, sent down to unearth the greatest - and possibly also the worst - discovery in human history.

Not God, Not Us, But Something Else by ghostinthestalls/@ghost-in-the-stalls with art by @reject-tiefling: The Lovelink Program from Anteros Co. is finally up and running - much to Rock Lee's distaste, and his friends' excitement. Love takes hard work (two things Lee is very passionate about!), but everyone has their moments of self-doubt. Pushing through years and layers of it is hard enough already in the face of a corporation telling him they can make it all easier for a small fee. Complicating things further is the unsettling man from his dreams who Lee has now begun to see in his waking life. What does it mean to properly love a person, specially curated just for you?

Sing a Song of Sleeptide by solas_oiche with art by kairn_orz: Five times that Lee and Gaara share each other’s beds, and one time they share their own.

Triple Time by gidget_goes/@gidget-goes with art by @slap-my-hand: Even a centuries-old war or the bitterest of winter storms won’t dull the lavish gleam of Konoha’s royal court. For Gaara and his siblings, though, the glitz of the aristocracy is just a cover. They’ve been sent North by their father on a deadly mission: to retrieve an ancient artefact, powerful enough to end the war – and the nation of Konoha – for good. But when he begins to fall for a kindhearted serving boy, Gaara finds his loyalties are thrown into disarray. Soon enough, he’s questioning his whole quest for victory. Will he remain true to his father, and fight for crown and glory? Or will new bonds and old dreams push him to strive for peace? And can he manage to convince his family that love is greater than any old treasure? (Probably not. It is a pretty baller artefact.)

#gaalee #leegaa #gaara #rock lee #naruto #shippuden #gaaleewipyourheartout23 #pgl events #glg fanart #glg fanfiction

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