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darknessawaits28 · 10 months

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Cyberpunk 2077: V (female) x Johnny Silverhand

{Doing something a little different, wanted to see how yall reacted. I'm making V and Johnny be a love interest only for one night of course. There is a bit of smut to this so viewer discretion advised please. Thank you and love you all! Don't forget to like, follow, and obey :3 }

"Ugh, what a long day" V groaned as she entered her glen apartment, throwing her bags onto her couch and walking up the stairs to her bed.

"Easy for you to say, I had to deal with 5 hours of hearing only bullshit" Johnny groaned, leaning against the railing by the bed.

"Johnny please not right now, I'm fucking exhausted, and you speaking is only making it worse."

"Fuck what you want, I told you, why don't you just go back to the Afterlife, talk to Rogue, and she'll help you find this Hellman guy." "Then one step closer to getting this chip out of your skull." "But no....you had to go and save that Parker chick who didn't give us shit!"

"Johnny, I had to say Evelyn, if I didn't who knows what could've happened to her?!" "And anyway I decide what the fuck we do, not you, ya hear?!"

Johnny glared angrily as he lit up another cigarette and began to smoke it, V storming off to her bathroom.

"Fuck me..." V mumbled underneath her breathe as she pulled off her clothes and tossed them in the hamper she had nearby. "I can't stand that fucker....always trying to make me do something" She huffed, slowly getting into the shower.

Without warning, V coughed violently, looking down at her hand as she saw blood. "This fucker is gonna kill me if I don't act quickly" she sighed, washing away the blood from her hand.

"If I wanted you dead, I would've taken over ages ago" Johnny whispered against V's ear, causing her to jump and cover her naked body.

"Dude what the fuck, a little privacy?!"

"What, embarrassed that I'll see your floppy tits and saggy vagina?" Johnny laughed, leaning against the wall.

"You son....of....argh!" V shouted to the top of her lungs, quickly drying herself, pulled on the spare pajamas she had in the bathroom closet and walked towards her bed.

"What, you gonna cry to your mommy?" Johnny mocked, following right behind her.

"Oh you'll see you fucking limp dickhead" V growled, grabbing the omega blockers that Misty had given her.

"What gonna shush me?!" "Did what I say offend you little princess?" Johnny came rushing over to her and used the last bit of control he had and threw the pills off the balcony.

"Oh you fuckhead!" V growled yet again, walking around her bed and tried to head down the steps to grab the blockers.

Although, Johnny, having enough of her bitchin, pushed her onto the bed and made her lay there.

"Johnny, I swear to God, if you don't let go, I will fucking drive us both off a cliff."

"You don't got the balls V, and besides, you like me being here don't you?"

"Hold on, hold on, what the hell are you talking about?"

Johnny smirked as he crawled on top of V, pulled off his shades, and took control of V's right hand. "Come on V, you don't see the signs, I can feel how mushy you get every time I appear."

"Fuck off, I don't get mushy around you, I got mushy around Judy....so....just...ugh..." V quickly went quiet when her right hand slowly pushed past her pajama pants.

"You see, look how hot and wet you're getting V" Johnny snickered, using his control to push past her panties and grab a hold of her clit.

"Johnny....s-stop...." V begged, trying to get control of her right arm, but when her hand touched her clit, her mind began to become clouded in ecstasy.

"Mm, your pussy really is nice and tight...I like that about you" Johnny whispered against V's ear, causing her to shudder in pleasure.

"S-Shut the fuck up Johnny.....I...argh.....hate you!" V let out a cute moan, arching her head back against the pillow.

"Wow....you can act cute, my if only I had a camera to record that face you made."

V's right hand continued to pleasure her clit, rapidly rubbing it, Johnny continuing to be a complete ass. "Johnny....Johnny stop....I-I'm....gonna....".

"Come on V....cum for me....you know you want to."

V moaned loudly yet again, releasing all over herself, her hips arching slightly at the feeling of release.

"Mm, let's see the damage" Johnny smirked, making V's hand come out of her pants and saw the liquid that covered her fingers. "Damn....that was fucking hot....you looked like you enjoyed that hmm?"

V panted heavily, glaring daggers at Johnny, knowing for a fact she was going to have to keep a pill box with omega blockers at the ready. "I hate you Johnny."

"Oh hush...you know you love having me around" he laughed loudly, getting up off the bed and pulling out another cigarette to smoke as V laid there on the bed; sweaty, covered in her own cum, and just plain shocked that Johnny still had some control over her body.

#cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk2077 v #johnny silverhand #smut

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crimeronan · 1 year

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For your princess Luz AU, I hope it’s okay if I ask you two things!!

I’ve been curious on which role, if any, the collector would play here. Imo I’d guess Belos got rid of him (probably yeeted him off a cliff too) pretty much immediately after he decided not to go through with the day of unity but like, would Luz ever stumble upon him? And as a child agent of chaos who’s probably also genuinely mad at Belos, might jump at the opportunity to help Luz dismantle the empire in every way possible. But he’s also a GOD and extremely powerful and someone Belos used so what in the world would the collector make of her, and her of him?

Also, another question, going with Lumity as endgame, how would you see Amity growing closer to Luz knowing she never went through the canon character development? Like, that girl is utterly traumatized and wants NOTHING to do with Luz’s convoluted political shenanigans ™ which kind of just means anything related to her personal life (empress life amiright fellas). And, she’s also unwillingly getting involved BECAUSE she’s like no pls leave me alone and Luz’s like omfg she’s trustworthy and honest and someone my age who isn’t Hunter???? While Amity just wants to stick to Lilith and get maybe one or two motherly smiles. And Luz opening up to Amity by throwing random things out in the open or starting a conversation sometimes would just freak her out more, in a NO STOP way. Would it come through Lilith then? Maybe through Lilith talking to Amity about the Eda/Luz interactions?? I can’t wrap my head around how the heck these two will eventually grow closer and I LOVE IT

GOD these are SUCH GOOD QUESTIONS. both of which deserve full-length fic but since i'm never sure how much energy or inspiration i'll have, i will tell u what i know for now!

the collector actually played a role in my original outline for the luz POV fic -- in that storyline, he was the one who told luz that the grimwalkers don't "break" by themselves, that belos just gets mad and breaks them himself and then fixes them. because the collector does not understand that all of the grimwalkers are different. i ended up scrapping that because i wanted to play more with the horror of luz's growing isolation & her putting two-and-two together herself... i had an ao3 commenter suggest that maybe belos never FOUND the collector in this timeline, since elsewhere and elsewhen couldn't have happened. i definitely haven't thought about a branched-off no-time-travel canon divergence to worldbuild properly around that, but it's a possibility. at the same time i AM compelled by luz meeting the collector and having this extremely complicated "to free or not to free" dilemma -- if i bring him into the storyline, i want to be able to do him justice, you know?

as for amity.... god i'd need to write a Much slower-burn fic to work out the precise details of exactly how and why and when amity starts warming up to luz. but i think you're spot-on in that it happens through other people more often than through luz herself. i'm really compelled by the concept of amity and luz having this complex mutual attraction and these complex shared secrets and messy power dynamics prior to luz being able to cede more of her power.... there's something SO delicious to me about amity being terrified of catching luz's attention while also wanting her while also having no idea what that means, and luz being so careful about not abusing her power and so sick with guilt and so worried that she's overstepping while also being so starved for any honest connection..... whuff.

i don't think that amity will Eternally be as mistrustful of luz as she is in the immediate aftermath of belos's death. she has a lot going on stress-wise and has funneled that into projecting ill intent & danger onto luz. as time goes by and she becomes more confident that lilith is safe and that luz herself actually intends to keep her promises, and that luz really Doesn't have any interest in framing amity or ruining her life.... there'll be more of a sense of understanding. granted, still with the trappings of the political situation, amity's worries about autonomy aren't going away anytime soon & neither are luz's worries about abusing her power. but it won't always be this Fraught, if that makes sense.

in addition to taking cues from lilith, i think the other biggest factor is actually hunter. amity TRULY believes at this point that she doesn't care about him, because he's mostly just been a nightmare pain in her ass, but like.... she does. she Really does. around 80% of her fear of luz is wrapped up in what she sees in hunter and how she thinks he's being hurt/mistreated/exploited. amity has enough insight to guess that something is deeply wrong with hunter + with his relationship to luz, but she Doesn't have enough context to know WHY that is. it's way more belos's fault than it's ever been luz's. she doesn't understand that luz loves hunter for his own sake and considers him irreplaceable (she cannot stop assigning values to people based on power & assumes that everyone else does the same thing). so luz's anxiety and grief and clinginess read to her as possessiveness, control, entitlement.

i think that amity's view of luz will Drastically change once she realizes how genuinely luz loves hunter and wants him safe/happy/taken care of. that recontextualizes pretty much all of the scariest things that luz has ever done.

in the meantime, though, it's definitely in luz's best interests to back off. and i think that she does know that. she's not always great at reading social cues but she IS smart enough to figure out that amity is scared. when reassuring amity and extending an olive branch just makes amity shut down, luz will be like yeah, okay. i don't want to force you to spend time with me any more than i want to force hunter to spend time with me. you can hate me forever i'm fucked up and evil. just keep giving a shit about my hunter. ok??

#replies #long post #i havent reread this bc it is such a long stream of consciousness so. i hope it's. coherent.#toh #princess luz AU #lumity #amity blight #shitty idiot repression gang

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ancientgreekyuri · 6 months

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Some background info about Theseus' family while I'm thinking about it 💞 half based in mythology half personal HCs. TWs for death / murder / attempted cannibalism and ah... coercion / a sexual situation where there's consent issues literally on every side of it.

Extra background info copy pasted from my Theseus doc:

Tantalus, Theseus' ancient ancestor, is born to the nymph Pluto and the mortal king Tmolus of Lydia. Pluto is also a consort of Zeus; as thanks for her company, Zeus watches over Tantalus as he grows up. When he himself becomes king Tantalus is blessed by Zeus, and given a divine shield and spear. However, Tantalus is distrustful of the gods… To test if they are really all-knowing, Tantalus slaughters his son, Pelops, and disguises his remains as a meal for the gods. However, they realize almost immediately what he has done. Tantalus is punished for his crime by being trapped within the underworld, similarly to sisyphus. The goddess Demeter herself is EXTRA pissed off about it, and accidentally crushes Pelops shoulder bone in anger. However, when she revives Pelops using a mix of ambrosia and his remains, Hephaestus is kind enough to weld a new shoulder bone for him. Poseidon gives Pelops his blessing. He returns to the surface world, and after reaching adulthood he travels to Greece where he learns of a contest for the hand of the Princess Hippodameia. Pelops enters the contest, and with the help of Myrtilus, son of Hermes, wins her hand. However… Pelops makes the VERY stupid decision of throwing Myrtilus off a cliff (out of fear he may want Hippodameia too), and with his dying breath Myrtilus curses Pelops and his bloodline. And so the suffering begins…

Theseus' grandfather is a man named Pittheus, and he is a son of Pelops. He'd traveled to an unified area of the northern Peloponnese alongside his brother, Troezen. This area was once ruled by two brother, but they both passed. Only one of them had a child, a daughter named Arsema. Later, Pittheus takes Arsema for his wife... sometime along the line Troezen dies (I'm undecided on exactly How he dies though), and when Pittheus unifies this area, he renames it to Troezen in honour of his brother. Later, Pittheus and Arsema have a daughter, Aethra. Arsema herself unfortunately dies while Aethra is still fairly young, so for many years it's just Aethra and her father. When Aethra is an adult, King Aegeus of Athens travels to Troezen to seek out Pittheus' wisdom. He has been desperately trying to have a son to no avail, and asked an oracle for advice. The oracle told him something along the lines of "don't loosen the wineskine's jutting neck until you have returned to athens," meaning, "don't have sex until you're in athens again." Aegeus did not understand this, and so he asked Pittheus for advice.... Pittheus did understand. He also saw this as an opportunity....

He got Aegeus drunk, then "convinced" Aethra to sleep with the guy (he did not allow her to have a choice in the matter; he sucks and basically told her "It would have been very easy for me to not come to you first, and the fact that i did is a courtesy." ). ...I'm starting to lose interest in typing this. basically in the dark of the night, athena appeared to aethra and told her to pray to an altar of poseidon; if anyone asked, theseus' was poseidon's son, a rumor pittheus himself would come to spread later as welll. Aegeus did not want to put up with everything that happened; he left behind his sword and a pair of sandals, beneath a rock, so that if theseus was 1. a Man and 2. strong enough, he would be able to find them upon reaching adulthood.

aegeus later returns to athens and marries medea, and he has a son named medus with her. aethra only married when theseus is an adult, to a man named connidas who had tutored theseus when he was a child and sorta acted like a secondary guardian to the young prince (he would gladly act as buffer so aethra did not have to interact with her father directly at times). with connidas, aethra has a daughter, clymene.

#📜 muse's voice #👑 the once and future king (theseus)#hope's ocs

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undertalepinkhorsepro123 · 2 years

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So uh, hello! I’ve been writing Undertale Books on Wattpad since… 2017?

Undertale was actually my very first fanfic so, it means a lot to me in general- but Wattpad has.. been dying to say the least, so decided it’s time for change.

On this account I’m mainly gonna be writing, cause unfortunately drawing skeletons is a very difficult thing for me to do- eventually I’ll get to the point where it won’t be but for now mainly writing (Not anymore! Finally can draw skeletons!)

Commissions are open! https://www.tumblr.com/pinkhorsepro123/728285517194608640/opening-commissions

Below the cut is books I'm currently working on

Just One Reason

Pain. The one constant in this FellSwap!Papyrus', or Syrup's, life. He's been in pain since he was four. First it was because of Gaster, then his brother, then both his brother and the thousands of people who rented him. Now, he was done. He had reached his breaking point. He managed to get away from his lord, and go into the forest. There? He would end his life, wether it be on a cliff, the cold, or his own hands. But, his determination in one last desperate attempt to save itself, teleported to the closest universe. He needed just one reason to live. To not give up just yet. He was about to get a whole lot more than one.

So Many Universes, So Many Possibilities

After falling into the void, Erratum lands in a different multiverse. He saves two little babybones from the clutches of Gaster, and meets the protector of this multiverse. But, it doesn't go well. He freaks out and throws himself into the void once again, the children following behind him. Erratum's soul splits into 6 pieces, the demigod barely manages to save before they disappear into the void forever. It is then Destiney realizes that the multiverse was too similiar, with too many familiar abusers. But where could she send him? A minigod talks to her about multiverses in need of rescuing. She agrees to help her out, sending the pieces of Erratum's soul to them, the inhabitants all becoming very protective of him and the babybones. Erratum's old universe, after learning that they needed him but not why, travel to the universes to capture him. But, with how many friends he has made, they might want to reconsider their decision. For Erratum was hurt just as a lot of them was, and they will protect him with everything they have. (Inspired by Harrish6's Forced Destroyer concept)

Two Small Dreams (An OSD Fanfic)

Daze, formerly Dream, and once Day long ago, had gotten used to being used for his balance of positivity. First it was the villagers, who sucked off his positivity and kindness all the time, his little body unable to handle it stunting his growth. Then his brother once corrupted, used him as a scapegoat to blame for everything that had went wrong. After he escaped his stone prison he began being used by the multiverse as a scapegoat, positivity bringer, or for power due to him being a Star Sans. Daze, having nothing else, constantly held onto the idea that his brother was fully corrupted, and if he saved him, he’d go back to the brother he remembered… the one and only person who wouldn’t ever use him. After centuries of fighting, abuse, and slow understanding that Nightmare didn’t care for him and was never coming back he gave in. He allowed himself in battle to be hit and turn to dust with no fight, leaving the multiverse blissfully. … but what if the gods said no? What if they knew there was one place where he could finally find himself able to heal, and be treated as simply Daze? What if… said place had another version of him that still had nap times? Well, one thing’s for sure, things are sure to get interesting.

That’s about it, thanks for checking out this account!

#introduction #undertale

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casspurrjoybell-20 · 2 months

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FOOLS IN LOVE - Chapter 17 - Part 1 BOOK THREE: 'Fools Fall in Love' Trilogy

*Warning - Adult Content*

Samuel Moretti

It was an adrenaline rush arguing with Noah.

I knew that sounded toxic and maybe I was crazy but I couldn't help how I felt.

Like my whole body was on fire.

My heart was racing and I was back on that cliff again.

"If you're so concerned about me being pleased, then do something about it."

I was pretty sure that's what I said but if I'm being honest, I was so wrapped up in Noah, I could be wrong.

Either way, seconds after I spoke those words, Noah's large hands were capturing my face and his lips went to mine.

My hands took in the fabric of his t-shirt and I pulled him closer as I kissed him back with so much passion.

Kissing Noah after months of no contact was the equivalent to doing the Polar Plunge, an exhilarating shock to my whole body and I would do it again in a heartbeat.

We were quick and brutal with our kiss, making up for lost time and I was craving more, longing for his touch.

I opened my mouth for his tongue to explore mine which brought a moan out of me but what really got me going was when Noah's hand slid down to my throat.

He tilted my head up, his lips attacking my neck.

"Oh my God, Noah," I breathed out.

"I've missed this, so much," I admitted and I really did.

Noah's hand moved lower and lower until he was right where my body wanted him.

He rubbed me through my pants but I desperately wanted him to touch me without clothing on, as he whispered...

"We both know I can please you better than Boring-Benjamin."

"Ahh," I moaned because God-damn it, Noah was right... I hadn't been this turned on in a while.

Benjamin was good but Noah...

'Oh no. Benjamin.'

I shoved Noah back.

"Stop. Stop, stop, stop," I said quickly.

"I'm..." I took a deep breath.

"I'm with Benjamin. I like Benjamin. He's... it's simple with him and easier."

"You don't want easier," Noah claimed, his hand going back behind my ear as he leaned in.

I placed my hand on his chest before he could kiss me again.

"No. Please stop," I whispered.

"You want easier?" Noah questioned me, seemingly frustrated.

"No," I shook my head and quickly corrected myself.

"I mean, yes."

I felt like I was going to pass out from how dizzy my mind was.

"Which is it?"

"I need easier," I confirmed but I felt lost, tangled in the mixed emotions from kissing Noah and the undeniable guilt I felt for Benjamin.

I wanted to throw up or maybe just run away.

"That's not what I asked you. I asked you if you want easier, not need."

"I want easier," I said but my stomach felt queasy.

I needed to go to Benjamin.

I was so stupid, I did this again, it was like I couldn't help but ruin relationships.

What was wrong with me?

Noah looked like he just woke up back to reality.

Reality of us two not being together.

"Right. I'm... I'm sorry."

He ran his hand through his hair.

There was a pause and I didn't know what to say but then he added...

"I'll drive you home."

"Wait, Noah. We... we didn't even talk about things. I don't..."

"I don't know if there's anything more to talk about, Sam. You're with Benjamin Hernandez... you want Benjamin," Noah said as if those words were a hard pill to swallow.

I hastily swiped at my eyes that were watery.

"I'm sorry," I didn't know why I apologized for me wanting to be with Benjamin but Noah just shook it off.

Then another but different apology.

"I'm so sorry about Carter."

I hated myself for what I did with Carter.

It ruined too many relationships.

"I know. You don't have to keep apologizing."

I didn't know if what Noah said next was true but it was like a weight off my shoulders when he said.

"I forgive you, Sam. Okay? So, stop beating yourself up over it. Some things aren't meant to be and now I realize, we were one of those things," Noah softly but his voice went ragged towards the end and 'that' was the hardest pill to swallow.

"I'll take you to your dorm," Noah said and I could only nod.

The drive was back to being excruciatingly silent but worst of all was when we reached my building and Noah spoke.

He cleared his throat first, getting my attention before I opened the door. He anxiously drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, took a deep breath, then faced me.

"Obviously I still have feelings for you," he cringed at his own words as if that was embarrassing.

As if I didn't kiss him back.

"So we... I just think it'll be best for us not to talk to each other outside of class or even in class."

I nodded in agreement, swallowing the lump in my throat and stepped out of his car.

I couldn't look back and watch him drive away, so I held my head high and went into my building.

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measuringbliss · 11 months

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Tomb of Dracula Read-Through 3 (#11-17)

MASTERPOST

This is half-horrible, half-hilarious.

So... #11 starts with Dracula going to sleep, eager to take revenge on men who assaulted him in #9. Miles away, something else is going on...

And this machine of horrors makes me wince because I watched a movie in which this thing was a key part, and it was a horrendous experience (but an incredible movie). So that's a ~fun~ coincidence.

Brand is, as you might have understood, my type of man. I thus doubt he'll survive for long. He's helping Faust get his revenge too, but he uses Voodoo dolls (why the hell not).

Meanwhile, Dracula goes to a rave and gets one of the dudes, who gives him intel to reach his assailants... who're about to attack Quincy Harker for Faust. Everything is connected (and I'm omitting some stuff!).

He intervenes and decides, first, to spare Quincy, and second, to hypnotize his foes to throw themselves off a cliff.

It's the first time we actually see this! That's fun.

Dracula vampirizes Brand and sends him do a final job: killing his master. He also dies in the confrontation, and it's actually a quite horrific conclusion. I do like, however, Dracula's relationship with Quincy.

At the beginning of #12, our heroes are fighting my hero (Dracula). And when the Lord of the Vampires threatens to kidnap Quincy's daughter, Drake tries his usual fist superpower...

And fails.

Not only is it a beautiful page, but Quincy's beard makes for great panels. Meanwhile...

Blade is not only drawn as a sexy pin-up, but also revealed to have a girlfriend! His pose in the first panel is very Han Solo-ish... But naturally, Star Wars wasn't out yet in 1973.

It's Dracula calling his enemy! Naturally, Safron doesn't take kindly to it.

We see great color work in the mansion. Dracula also can't help but gloat about how our heroes are going to die and laughing diabolically. He's adorable. But I do wonder if someone's gonna die in this issue...

Blade's here to help, at least!

And oh Lord, the stubble/beard look does wonders to him.

He high-kicks Dracula and makes him leave, but Quincy's daughter... has become a vampire! And as has been foreshadowed multiple times throughout this issue... someone dies. Quincy's forced to kill his daughter. That's not very fun for him.

What was fun was this issue though! It's what I actually expected the series to be before I started reading it, people in a mansion that have to defeat traps. A bit like Scooby-Doo, hahaha.

#13: One thing that I'm sad about is that Blade's facial hair lasted about a page. Shadows! Oh well.

While Quincy and his crew mourn Edith, Dracula watches a boxing match and finds it all very undignified. He clearly doesn't appreciate the inherent homoeroticism.

Ahem.

Anyway, Blade tells us his backstory: his mom died giving childbirth... by a vampire's teeth!

An interesting parallel between Quincy and Dracula is set in this issue: they both have agents in the shadows that are just waiting to answer their command. I wonder if Quincy will die because the others will say he's gone too far.

Both teams fight, and then...

Somehow, I don't believe it.

#14 time!

While Dracula's supposed to be dead, the nearby villagers obey his every command, even after death: they must get their master's body, and kill anyone who's on their path. Oops!

The villagers actually succeed, by the way.

As they take away Dracula's body, the mysterious Dr Sun, elsewhere seems quite interested in vampires as well. Why? Who knows!

We find that Taj's alive (and I'm grateful). However, as Dracula's life escapes his body, the villagers regain consciousness and let him rot in a field. In a nearby church, a man struggling with faith sees in Dracula's shining coffin a sign of God.

Our heroes soon learn of this, as that man, Josiah Dawn, makes a show of the lord's resurrection.

You sure about that, Josiah?

In spite of our heroes' efforts, he removes the knife planted in Dracula's chest, and my husband comes back to life. As he prepares to slay Josiah...

"NoOoOoO! ThE cRoSs! ThE aCcUrSeD cRoSs!"

He's so pathetic, I love him.

Wonderful lighting in these pages as you can see.

Interesting issue. Dracula definitely has issues concerning the old papa in the sky.

In issue #15...

Dracula dies again.

Dear artists, thank you so much for this cover, for I am thirsting.

Actually, the cover lies. Dracula recounts some of his previous exploits. In this particular one, he feigned being killed, and he decided to play with his victim. There the man was, suddenly chased by dozens of rats! He ended up killed by wolves, not so easily avoided...

As Dracula complains about the sanctity of mariage and the lack thereof in recent times, he witnesses a husband blackmailing his wife, who was determined to divorce... and promptly gets pushed off the cliff.

Stunning page. The borders, the cliff shot, Dracula, the juxtaposition between both kisses... and I can't help but say, "slay!", at that woman, who wants to avenge herself.

Later, Dracula speaks to an immortal man who asks him to take him to the pool of blood he used to become immortal.

Dracula enjoys the hunt, however. He loves the thrill, the possibility to gloat. I think he'd quickly get unsatisfied. The reason of the chase is the chase itself.

He got duped. Adorable!

See, that's what I was saying!

Well, what a design!

The Scotsman killed him, by the way.

In the end, Dracula vows to never die again...!

#16 time!

Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous!!!

In this issue, Dracula fights a skeleton that honestly has a sick-ass design.

I love those panels, too.

Such a great, visually, opponent!

Turns out the man just wanted to be buried in his right place. Dracula takes over the task, understanding the importance of peace.

Gorgeous gorgeous gorgeouuuuus! On a train!!!!! I want to read Dracula on a train, yes!!!!

Dracula's actually searching for one of his dear coffins where to rest, and finds himself in Paris. Unfortunately for him, Blade's there too, ready to throw hands!

Oh, the homoeroticism!

Unfortunately for the heroes, Dracula had a secret FIFTH hideout and gets through the night unscathed.

Next stop: Munich! Dracula wants to go to Transylvania, and he decides to take the train.

My question is: is the Lord of the Undead too feeble to fly from France to Transylvania? I thought he was real powerful, guys!

Meanwhile, Dr Sun finds himself a very competent vampire. Good for him!

*smiles very happily reading the word "Austria"*

Dracula gets scared the shit out of him by a kid pointing a gun on his back, soon joined by his ashamed mom. The kid also compares him to Spock thanks to his ears, and I'm pretty sure Dracula sees this as one of the worst moments in his life. We learn in that same scene that Dracula had two kids, a boy and a girl. Lore!

Anyway, he gets them back to their room. Or rather, he offers to, then quickly drinks some of the mom's blood, who shrieks and alerts everybody.

The French guard of the weird new duo shoots at Dracula several time.

Needless to say, Dracula is *not* amused.

... Dangit, I reached the max number of pictures!

Anyway, the French guy is thrown out, the two heroes find Dracula, gorgeous panels ensue, Dracula shit talks Frank, the second member of the duo dies, also thrown out...

... and a mysterious somebody retrieves their briefcase and announces that as planned (and wanted by Dr Sun), this duo is dead!

Hmmmm!

Next time: a cross-over with Werewolf by Night? Why not!

#dracula #marvel #comics #comic books #vampire #blade

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thevibraniumveterans · 2 years

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*excited squealing and happy internal screaming intensifies*

You know what I really love about this dynamic?

While Marc may have been jealous over Steven falling in love with Layla at first, I really like how between punching him and helping him in the tomb in Ep4, Marc has come to accept that Steven’s in love with Layla. (Remember the angry “I’ll throw us off a cliff!!” and the resigned “So, you kissed her.”? It’s kinda telling how much thinking Marc has been doing while in the passenger seat.) And also, it’s pretty evident that Marc loves his Layla too.

So what we essentially have, is two men (alright, fine, two male identities in the same physical body, but still!) in love with the same woman (and her being in love with both of them too!) and it’s not even a problem! She’s not being painted into a corner where she has to choose, because she doesn’t have to! Layla doesn’t need to choose either Marc or Steven, she can have them both! Similarly, even though Marc loves his wife, he is completely okay with Steven falling in love with Layla.

It also shows, because in the following exchange,

Layla.

Marc.

Oh, baby.

Thank God you're okay. How did you get back?

-and here, Marc just let Steven front with easy access, Marc literally was like ‘hey Steven, I know you want to see her’ and Steven was probably like, ‘of course, lemme out!’-

Wow, you look amazing. What are you wearing? Hey, I'm really jazzed about showing you these new skillsets we have.

All right, show me what you got.

Yeah?

Yeah.

I really hope Marc, Steven, and Layla return sometime in the future, because you can’t just setup Layla becoming the Scarlet Scarab and then not have her do anything later. Also? How cool would it be - knowing that Moon Knight and Scarlet Scarab can now fly, with their cape and wings, respectively - if we got a scene where they’re both flying together 🥺

#mcu #moon knight series #moon knight #marc spector #layla spector #layla el faouly #steven grant #steven x layla #layla x steven #marc x layla #layla x marc #the scarlet scarab #steyla #stayla #lunar scarab #moon bug #i love them 🥺

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spikesbimbo · 3 years

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Cloud 39

Pairing: Aran Ojiro x f!eader

Tags; big strong greek god aran (like 7ft tall in his human form), sacrilegious undertones(?), oral sex f!receiving, body worship f!receiving, possessive tendencies, size kink, anal fingering spit, snowballing, dacryphilia, choking, kinda angst at the end

wc:4k

a/n: happy birthday to my man!! And thank you for help with the header pic !!! @selfishwitch

18+ Minors DNI

Your body splayed out across his, arms wrapped around his neck while his large hands held you close, leaning into him as you didn't care anymore, finding comfort in his warm body and cozy scent.

The warm air putting you at ease, eyes peeking out to see the many flowers bloom before you. If you were to die you'd rather do it here than the place you called home. So dark and dreary, always so foggy and gloomy, but here the sun was always shining though the clouds, golden light shining alluringly onto his skin, a place fit for a king.

“Aran, sweetheart.” His honey-like voice breaking you out of your trance. “That’s my name, so why don't you say it? His tall frame leaning into yours, head craning down into your neck as his eyes meet yours before you could look away. “I already told you that you could, are you still scared of me?

“N-no, i ju-. I'm just…. nervous.” You softly stammered out, quickly divertering your eyes from his, afraid you'd get lost in them as you adjusted yourself on his thigh. Legs dangling on the other side as you tried your hardest to ignore his almost naked body. His ivory robe wrapped loosely around one of his broad shoulders, and tied around his slim waist, not looking like he cared if it fell off.

“You okay? You look a little dazed. Don't worry love, m’not gonna eat you up like they said I would.”

“wh-” As if he read your mind, rumors spreading around your town. Never thinking you would get selected to be his yearly offering, your ‘family’ quickly throwing you away to appease the gods.

His hands covered in gold up to his arms rested on your back, taking up the whole space as his thumb worked its way up and down, not knowing if he was making sure you wouldn't fall from so high up, or reassuring you.

”So,” you started, halting your words. Anxious feeling filling up in your chest as reality set it, remembering you were a sacrifice and not just his companion.

“So what?” he continued, leading you on. Summery eyes still set on you as if he was watching your every move, feeling so little and insignificant under him. Clinging onto him like a child as the fact remained in your head, ‘he could drop you if he wanted’. His realm towering over your city and town, trees looking like grass as you finally got the courage to look down.

“What are you going to do with me?”

“What am i going to do with you?” He lightly chuckled into your temple, teeth smiling white as the clouds his throne was resting high above, skin glowing as his eyelashes fluttered so heavenly, the most beautiful thing you've ever laid your eyes on.

He looked like an angel.

“Whatever you want love, m’not going to make you to do anything you don't want to.”

“What do you mean ‘don't want to’?

“I mean sex pretty girl, fornicating. You ever heard of it?” He joked as your face curled up into his chest.

“Y-yes I have!” you stated loudly, quickly trying to cover up. Embarrassment rising in your face at the thought of doing it with him, not wanting to make a fool out of yourself even more.

“So what happened to the others?’ You said trying to get your mind off of it, hoping he didn't notice the way you were squirming on his lap.

“The others?....” Seeing what you meant click in his head as he tilted it. “They can choose whether they want to or not, then I send them on their way. Why my love?” A smirk appraising on his face, heat rising in your body at the word ‘my’.

“You thought I drained them dry and burned them up? The tease in his voice had you flustered, “Unfortunately, humans' heads always come up with the worst thoughts, fear always plaguing in the back of their mind. Even going as far as to do this.” knowing he was referring to you.

“Probably because they're not immortal.” You muttered under your breath, remembering the first time you've ever seen a god in real life. Playing with them as a child, not knowing the difference until one day you were running around in a storm, no one caring to tell you that the violent winds would knock your tiny body off its feet.

Meeting them at the usual place, the cliff on the coast of the ocean, dancing in the rain with no cares in the world until they stumbled, fear replacing the untroubled, joyful look in your eyes as you saw them fall off the rock. Body moving on its own before you knew it, reaching your hand out, but it was too late, both of your bodies falling many meters down onto the jagged waves and rocks below.

Grateful that you loved the water, as your body once again moved on its own, muscle memory making you break the surface of the water, voice immediately screaming out for your friend as soon as you caught your breath.

Not even knowing you were injured until you saw the red stain surrounding you, eyes burning from the salt and the heavy rain drops landing in them as you tried your best to keep them open. Catching a glance of your only friend washed up on the shore, head bloody as they were limp above the sand.

Doing your best to swim up to them as your leg could barely move, finally crawling up to them with all your strength, almost gagging at the sight before you. Head cracked open as your trembling little hands did their best to put it back together, shock overtaking you as their eyes suddenly opened, standing up like nothing happened. Comforting you as they saw you were a shaking mess, asking why you were still bleeding , not knowing the divide between you until that day.

Coming home to your family berating you, saying at least it wasn't your face, knowing they could still marry you off for money. Afraid of death due to that day along with heights, never going above sea level again. Scared by just the thought of it, the reminder scaring you mind, but of course fate would turn out this way, sadly laughing at the thought.

Again as if he could read your mind, his hand traced your damaged skin, understanding your thoughts and comforting you at the same time. Lucky you got sent to such a man, no, a god. Glad to let him use you as he needed, the only one who's ever cared enough to listen to you in your life.

Letting a little whine out as his hand brushed your inner thigh, involuntary jerking in his hold, grinding against him as you felt him grow harder against your back. "Can I?" he asked, eyes laced with need.

Remembering that this was the usual for him, remembering that you were just his plaything at the end of the day. Lip quivering as your eyes fluttered closed, unsteady hands moving towards your hips, pushing your tiny little makeshift skirt to the side, almost matching his.

"Stop."

You froze in place. His hands meeting yours, pushing them to the side. Standing up as he took you off his lap, setting you back down. Him resting below you as he gently grabbed your jaw, burning cheeks cooling down. "Look at me, " His soft voice said in a tone that didn't take "no" for an answer. “Look me in the eyes while I undress you.”

Letting go of your jaw as you listened, his hands moving; pulling off the sash around your waist, the ghost of his touch making you shiver. Eyes locked with his as his head rested on your chest, undoing the knots on your shoulders, the sigh of the top melting off of you. Clothes pooling around your ankles, nipples growing hard at the open air.

"-don't hide yourself."

HIs soft voice coming out in a command, not knowing if you even had control over your body anymore. Shyly lowering your arms, body exposed. The feeling being new, the first man to ever make your heart race this violently, his touch lingering on you.

He was the god and yet here you were getting worshiped, on his knees before you as you were on his throne, large calloused hands resting the weight of your legs as he spread them open, placing open mouthed from your ankles up to your thighs, lips following the scar, almost trying to prove a point, that this was the only difference between you two.

Trying to muffle your moans, skin so sensitive to the touch. His hand feeling like fire moving up to your cheek, thumbing it before tracing his finger over your lips. Freeing them from your teeth, wiping away the blood as he brung it back to his lips.

Not knowing that you were the only one could ignite such reactions from him in such a short time, making him the greediest he's ever been. Defying his own logic, becoming a hypocrite by wanting to snatch you up and lock you away, keeping you all to himself. Not even asking if you were anyone else’s before his hands roamed all over your body, not even waiting to find out. Knowing right now he'd probably snap and take their lives for touching something that was his.

His.

The thought sounding nice in his head, spreading the rest of you short lived life with him. Waking up to see your pretty, entrancing smile every morning, knowing he could easily get his way. Wanting to hear his name fall from your pretty lips, your voice so sweet and soft, wanting to make you feel relaxed enough to not call him the formalities that he's never believed in.

Stopping before your entrance, wanting to drag it out to make you completely crumble into his arms, working for it as he should.

His hands encompassing your tits, soft lips following him as well taking your nipple between his teeth after leaves countless kisses on them. Groping and squeezing the other one as his tongue flicked your nipple back and forth, so hot and wet, finally getting you to release those pretty whimpers he knew you had as he once again towered over you.

His free hand resting on the side of your tummy making it twist, feeling so small and puny under his lust filled gaze as his cold eyes turned warm after meeting yours.

Lowering himself onto his knees once again, releasing your tit with a lewd, wet pop sound, body shaking as he placed his face right in front of your aching cunt. The tip of his tongue parting your slit, kissing it so passionately. Kissing everywhere but your clit, licking and sucking every part of your body but the part that needed it most, so neglected that just his breath could make you cum, not even being touched.

Hips trying to best to grind, to get any kind of friction as his hands held you down, not even seeing him flex his muscles to do so, remembering that the only thing you were ever told you were good for had all the attention of a man of power that could take out as many people as he wanted. Sitting back and relaxing the best you could, wanting to be good for him as he'd been to you.

Letting out a squeal as his nose touched your clit, trying your best to not cum as he let out a chuckle, sighing as he pulled away. “Guess I need to move further huh? Needy little thing.” He whispered into you. The soft tease from his voice making you clench around nothing, ashamed that you got off on the power difference, referring to you as a thing, as humans were just pests in the gods eyes.

Knowing he definitely saw as he was still on his knees, hands moving to cover your face. Not knowing if his ego could get any bigger but he swore it did, having you right in the palm of his hand. Thumbs parting your folds as his fingers teased your entrance, whimpers leaving your cracked lips as you tried to muffle them with your hands, teeth sinking into your flesh once again.

“You want my fingers, pretty girl?” he asked, voice thick and deep from arousal as he watched you lift your hips, unable to answer as you face contort in a whine.

“....Got it.”

So pliable as you easily gave way thanks to him. His middle finger stretching you out, the feeling so hot as he was curling it inside of you, finding out your body with ease like a second nature to him. Growing uncomfortable as your thighs were getting sticky and wet, feeling spaced out and dizzy at just his finger. Worried about how you were going to take him, pushing it to the back of your head because you were here for his pleasure, not yours.

Rubbing your clit in circles faster until you're coming all over his hand, dripping onto the seat under you. A sob escaping your lips as he doesn't stop, fingers continuing to thrust into you, stopping once he's had his fun with you.

“Came so pretty for me.” He cooed, admiring your already so blissfully fucked out state.

Raising his soaked lips to yours, spitting your own cum into your mouth as he pushed his tongue in there. Lapping it up as your mind went foggy, legs beginning to tremble while he wrapped his other arm around you, pulling away.

“Just hang on, you're being so good, so good for me, ” Moaning as his fingers replaced his tongue.

“Shh, don’t worry, I’ve got you,” He murmured, trying his best to control his voice while looking at the sight of you lying there, eyes fluttering as they rolled back.

“Its getting dark, love.” he said breaking the silence. Picking up your limp body, bare as the day you were born, muttering out, “I'm taking you to my home.” The sun shining less, sky getting a deeper shade. Seeing the marble and stone pillars surrounding you while he closed the sheer curtains, slightly blocking your view as he set you down on the plush bedding.

“m’gonna make it dirty…” you whispered, legs shifting as you thighs slid together.

Not being able to care less, wanting you and your body so wet and needy for him that he'd need a new one. “I don’t care, my love. Just lay there for me, okay?”

Watching as you crawled to the center of his bed, letting your body collapse. Legs opening as your back arched as, face landing in between the soft ivory pillows. Gritting his teeth moving lower, lifting your thighs up. Moving them out of the way to bury his face into the softness of your ass. Running his thumb down your clit, so swollen as you twitched underneath his finger.

Placing kisses across your ass, the tip of his fingers making their way into your holes, trailing his mouth over your slit. Choking out with a whine embarrassingly loud as you arched your back even more. “Not today my love, wanna see your pretty face right now, wanna see it twist and turn.”

Flipping you over, placing featherlight kisses all over your face down to your shoulder. The jewelry was the only thing remaining on his skin, his robe discarded to the side. The gold complementing his perfect body on display for you as he reached over to the stand, grabbing a jug of wine.

“C’mere”, wrapping his arm around your middle, pulling you up chest to chest with him, feeling his heartbeat as your head looked up to him. “Drink some,”

Your head resting on his hand as it was tilted back, taking a slow sip from it, some slipping past your lips, falling down onto your chest. The burning feeling making you antsy and jitterish.

“Don't worry, I got you.” Not giving you a chance to respond as he pulled the bottle back.

Tongue tracing the red and purple liquid, lips taking their time moving up from your stomach to your chest, kissing every part of your body that was stained. Taking your nipple into his mouth once again, sucking the wine off of your breasts while you were squirming under his touch.

He grins, sucking and rolling it between his teeth, his fingers teasing the other. The stinging feeling he left behind as he moved on from your neck, finally reading your mouth, thumb tracing them before pouring more wine into your mouth, this time catching it before it spilled, lips meeting yours as he kissed you drunk.

His smile was thoroughly charmed, not just the liquid he was savoring, but your nerves and humiliation were being swallowed up too. “You trust me?” His teeth shining under the moonlight, the glow looking like a halo around him. Nodding out a simple “yeah.”.

The heat radiating off of him as he hovered over you, your skin erupting in goosebumps as the warmth grew in the small space between you two. His lips meeting yours slow and controlled, still full of greed and passion while his hands roamed over your body with need.

“S’gonna hurt, love.” he muttered, trying to hold back a groan as his tip barely made its way in, legs spread as far as he could get them. Locked around his waist as he wanted so desperately to bury himself in your soft chest, but the thought of missing your face pulled him away.

“Fuck…”

The feeling of finally sliding his cock into you is unlike anything he's ever felt in his long life. Letting out a gasp of breath as he groaned above you, sinking you down pitilessly onto his cock. His hands ‘gently’ gripping your waist, your knuckles turning white as they clenched onto the fabric underneath you. “...hurts”

“Shh… s’okay. You’re doing so good, feel so good. So wet for me, gonna fuck you so good, love. Gonna make you cum over and over again, gonna fill you up.” he cooed, hands finally settling onto your thighs, resting there as he waited for you to get used to his length. The burning feeling quickly growing numb at the thought of not being enough for him, tears welling up in your eyes at the pain and need.

“a-aran.”

He leans in closer to you, pride blooming in his chest, pressing your sweaty and slick covered body into his. “Hm, love. You okay?”

Nodding hesitantly while your eyes look over his shoulder. “m’not gonna break. I- wa-. No… I need you.”

Kissing your forehead to control himself. “I know you won’t, what d'ya you want?” Wanting to confirm what he thought he heard, hands getting impatient.

“Want you to fuck me, want you to use me,” The needy whine of your voice going straight to his cock.

White shining through his lips. “ I got you, love,” he said leaning back, taking a firmer grip on the top of your hips so he can slam back into you. Voice shattering as you squeal, back curving while your body tires to run away at his brutal pace. The sound of his balls wetly slapping against your ass and his hot breath are the only things you could hear.

“Ah, ara- cant , I-I-, can--” His face beaming at the incoherent words coming from between your lips, knowing he was dumb fucking you dumb. One of his hands moving from your thigh, up to the base of your neck pushing your head down into the pillow.

“Feels good? Gonna tell me how much you love my cock?” He groaned, hips getting faster.

“I--ah, hngh, ara-, I-- it f-feels so good, ah, so good--” Your eyes fluttering shut, trying to stop your tears. “Hngh, p-please,...ple-!”

“Please what baby? ya’ gotta tell me, or i won't know.” he taunted. Slowing his thrusts down with his pent up effort, making you miss the feeling of his cock bruising your walls.

“please, wanna cum, ple-, ngh, w-wan-, please, I--” You whimpered, hands reaching up to his chest, nails leaving imprints behind, nervousness overcoming your face that you left a mark on a god

His eyebrows furrowing as he leans into you. “Fuck, I’m gonna make you mine,” he breathed heavily into your ear. “I’m gonna show everyone, show the whole world below us who owns you. Who’s the only one who can fuck you like this baby, who can have you cross eyed just from the tip, huh? Tell me.”

“You!” you sobbed, more focused on meeting him halfway, more desperate for his cock, than answering him.

His tight grip on your hips, keeping you from kicking and jerking. “Huh? What was that?” He whispered, fucking you like he was competing for you.

“Im gon-, m’gonna cum.” Body jiggling under him as his frame blocked your view, the only thing your eyes could see was him.

“You just take it, don’t you love? You take my cock like that's all you were made for. You gonna cum for me, pretty girl? Gonna cum on my cock? You gonna let me stuff you full?

Vision going black and starry, head drowning as your body felt like it was floating. Feeling him shove himself into, whining as he let out a sinful moan. “Fuck. m’so close. So close because of you, such a good girl, ” Body shaking as he fucked you into overstimualtion, grinding against your clit with each thrust.

“Mine, all mine.”

Hips stuttering and stalling as his balls were flush against your ass. Spilling inside of you and digging your fingers into his arms. Cock still hard even after you clenched around it, cumming onto him again and the bed sheets beneath you with a choked out moan.

Thighs trembling as your body was so eased, sleepy and content. Focusing on the feeling of him stretching you out, and the internal feeling as making him proud. Slowly relaxing until he flipped you over on top of him, laying down. His cock slipping slightly out, the feeling of his warm cum escaping leaving you painfully empty.

Collapsing on top of him after your body gave out entirely. Only being able to breath as you felt his hand rest on your lower back. Turning your head to see his eyes closed, seemingly as worn out as you. The night sky being painted in the background, wondering how long you've been at it.

But as your mind came back to yourself, you realized that you would never be his no matter what the circumstances. Closing your eyes one last time after admiring his face for what sempt like hours, the comfortableness growing as you drifted off to sleep in his big warm arms. Knowing that he'd be more than likely gone when you woke up, wiping your tears one last time.

You’d done your part.

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anthemxix · 3 years

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I'm playing through skyward sword rn and realized this dude has litteraly zero hesitation when it comes to diving off cliffs and such, like he grew up doing it to get around skyloft so to him its just completely normal to dive headfirst off cliffs to get somewhere. Imagine how the other heros reacted the first time Sky just throws himself off a cliff like it's nothing lol

lol, you're so right! the boys' first time on skyloft, sky just yeets himself over the edge~

most of them: O_O !?!?!?

wind and wild: :D !!! -start to get out their deku leaf and paraglider, respectively-

twilight: -smacks both of their hands- i can't believe i have to say this, but no one else will be jumping off the floating sky island!

*later*

time: -clamps his hands on sky's shoulders- sky. please don't ever do that again.

legend: at least give us some warning first.

time: no, no. look at me, sky. never. never. do that again. you just shaved a decade off my life.

(but sky keeps doing it, of course. he can't help it. time just accepts it with the weariest of sighs, gaining new grey hair every time.)

- - -

ehhhh, i also used this as an excuse to write a liddol sky & wars drabble. hope you enjoy~ :3

Warriors stands squarely in the middle of the tiny floating landmass, peering dubiously at the clouds far below. "I take it this is your Hyrule, then?"

"Yes!"

Balancing on his toes, Sky shades his eyes as he searches for something in the distance. He teeters right on the edge of the island. Warriors refrains from grabbing his sailcloth and dragging him further inland. (Not that there’s much "inland" to speak of. He could cross this puny hunk of rock in three strides, tops.)

Sky breaks into a grin and points to the silhouette of another floating island. "Skyloft is right over there!"

"Great. So what's the plan for getting there, exactly?"

Even though Sky's responding laugh is an airy, jubilant sound with no hint of mischief, it unnerves Warriors.

He suddenly has a terrible feeling about what's to come.

"With my loftwing, of course!"

"Your…pet bird?"

Everyone on Skyloft has a feathered companion gifted to them by the goddess Hylia herself, according to Sky, but Warriors fails to see how that connects to their present situation.

"He’s more than just a pet!" Sky grabs Warriors' hand. "I can't wait for you to meet him! Let’s go!"

"Go wh—?"

But the Captain's question is cut off as Sky hurls himself over the precipice and, with unanticipated strength, yanks Warriors along with him.

They fall. Warriors' stomach swoops, detached from gravity. He opens his mouth (maybe to say What the hell, Sky? or maybe to scream. He's not sure.), but his voice catches in his throat like a fly in a skulltula's web. Over the rush of wind assailing his ears, he hears Sky unleash a shrill, sharp whistle, and glances over to see his friend looking positively euphoric.

That does nothing to allay his anxiety.

Then, without warning, a blur of bright red overtakes Warriors' vision, and he collides with something hard. Before he can register what's happening, Sky draws him up into a sitting position and yells, "Hold on to me!"

The instruction is unnecessary. Warriors has already firmly vised his arms around Sky's waist, and he has absolutely no intention of letting go any time soon.

Dazed, he gazes down at red feathers, at giant flapping wings, at a gangly neck and a massive, blunt bill, and oh my gods. This is Sky's loftwing. Sky's pet is a gargantuan monster bird, and they are riding it like a horse.

The loftwing flies much more swiftly than Warriors expects of such a large creature, and he closes his eyes to avoid becoming nauseated from the cream-colored clouds zooming by at high speed. Admittedly, he also wants to avoid looking down. He's never had trouble with heights before, but he's also never rocketed through the literal stratosphere before, either, so he thinks his fear here is justified.

By far, though, the scariest thing about this experience is Sky. Sky is laughing. Laughing like he's having the time of his life.

That laugh will never sound sweet and spirited to Warriors again. Oh, no. That is the laugh of a lunatic.

"Okay, get ready to jump!" Sky calls.

"Wha—?"

But once again, his question goes unfinished as Warriors is dragged off the back of the monstrous bird. He braces himself for the unsettling sensation of weightlessness, but it doesn't come. Instead, he promptly crashes into the ground, as graceless as a fledgling on its first venture from the nest.

"Oh! Sorry, Captain!" Sky says cheerily as he pulls Warriors to his feet. Heart hammering, Warriors sways, appreciative of Sky's steadying grip on his elbow as he tries to catch his breath. "Wasn't that amazing? I've missed flying so much!"

Blinking away the beginnings of vertigo, Warriors opens his eyes to see the loftwing is already a streak in the distance, a vibrant brushstroke of red paint against a colorless sky. And Sky, of course, is still grinning like a maniac.

"Amazing," Warriors huffs, raking a hand through his wind-tousled hair. "Sure. That's one word for it."

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu #fanfic #warriors #sky #anthem answers #anthem writes

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littlestarofthewest · 3 years

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Forever ago request that I started long ago and finally finished. Hope you'll see this, anon.

Title: Saved by the Bell | Words: 2,611 | Rating: Explicit (18+)

Pairing: Arthur x female reader

You can't exactly tell when it started; you just know it's getting worse. For a few weeks now, you and Arthur have been dancing around each other, making jokes and comments that aren't solely friendly. You also don't remember who started it, but now that you're both in it, neither of you wants to give in and stop.

Somehow, Arthur always manages to do his work right in front of you, often needlessly shirtless, giving you a good look at his muscular body. In turn, you bend over way more than necessary, not caring if your clothes stay in place, exposing your cleavage or legs up to your thighs.

Today, it's one of those days again. Arthur is chopping wood, always in your frame of vision, once again refusing to wear a shirt. He only stops when you use helping Pearson as an excuse to lick your fingers clean at every chance you get.

Arthur disappears after that. You see him again when you're down by the river to clean some clothes. He washes barely a few steps away from you. Unlucky for him, you're not the most squeamish when it comes to cold water. Only dressed in your chemise, you don't care how the stream soaks the fabric, making it cling to your thighs.

By the time Arthur walks over to you, you managed to get a few splashes of water on your chest as well, letting your breasts shine through like a beacon in the night. Arthur's eyes clearly rest there for a moment before he looks at your face.

"Charles said you wanted to come on our next hunting trip. That true?" he asks.

"Sure, why wouldn't I?"

"Lots of wild animals out there. It's pretty dangerous."

You know he doesn't mean that. After all, you've been out with them before. The whole conversation is just another way of teasing you. Arthur is standing way closer than he has to or does with the other girls. Droplets of water are still searching their way through the hair on his chest to run down over his stomach before they find their end at the hem of his jeans, not allowed to venture any deeper. Just like your gaze.

After weeks and weeks of this, it begins to annoy you. "You know, the chance of being ravished by some wild beast out there doesn't scare me at all. In fact, it would be a nice change of pace."

Arthur needs a moment to process your answer, and something in his face and posture shifts. "Are you sure? You could get hurt."

He sounds way too serious, and maybe you should get to the bottom of it, but you're out of patience. You get up and pick up the basket with the clothes before leaning over to Arthur. "I'm tired of the chase, Arthur. If you want your prey, you shoot it, or you don't. You don't make it run until it wants to throw itself off a cliff just to put an end to it."

Arthur opens his mouth but doesn't say anything. At that moment, you decide that you don't want a man who can't be honest about what he wants. You gave Arthur enough hints, making clear that you wouldn't be opposed to taking it a step further with him. If he can't act on that, then you'll call it quits.

"Maybe I'll find someone else to hunt with," you say, walking away. For a brief moment, you have a flicker of hope that Arthur might hold you back, but the silence behind you is absolut. It's over.

[Line Break]

A week later, Arthur and Micah bring in a big score. They're the most unlikely pair out there, but Arthur is also the only one who can keep Micah in check aside from Dutch. Arthur chooses to work with him, so nobody else has to.

It's barely past noon, but a little celebration is born. People are singing and drinking, and while you're usually not much into booze, you make an exception this time. Micah, on the other hand, gets drunk faster than anybody else. That's probably why he tries to talk to you at all. You could never stand him and made that so clear that even a thickhead like Micah accepted that he should avoid you. Today, he seems to have forgotten all about that.

"Come on, doll. We've just gotten off to a bad start. I'm sure we can become friends."

The way he lets his eyes roam over your body makes it pretty clear that being friends is the last thing on his mind. Usually, you would have told him to get lost, but Arthur is walking over to get another beer, and an evil voice inside you tells you to get even.

"Friends, huh?" you say, reaching for the collar of Micah's shirt. You straighten it before running your fingers over his skin, playing with the little hairs on Micah's chest. "That all?"

Micah grins, trying to puff himself up. Instead, he sways dangerously, barely able to stand upright. "Oh, I can be more than that. Say the word, and I'll show you a good time."

It's not lost on you that Arthur hasn't moved from his spot. He's just standing there, listening in on your conversation. "Tell you what," you say, leaning over to Micah and dropping your voice, "I'll think about it, but you have to do a lot better than this."

Arthur drops the bottle he's holding, but Micah pays him no mind, too occupied with you. "Let's go right now."

"Get sober first," you say and push Micah, making him fall flat on his ass. You walk away, hearing Micah laugh behind you.

You hope that he's forgotten all about this when he wakes up. You don't have the nerve to keep him off your back again, but Arthur's reaction was worth it.

Not in the mood to participate in the festivities, you grab a basket from Pearson's wagon before venturing into the woods to find berries or mushrooms. The sun drops down through the trees, basking even the darkest places in a warm light. The bushes hang ripe with berries and picking a few, you wish everything was that easy.

You're about to move on when you hear something behind you. Pulling your knife out, you whisk around, the basket dropping to the floor. Arthur is coming out from behind a few trees, lifting up his hands as he sees you. "Just me."

"Why are you following me?"

"I was just heading into the woods," Arthur grunts. "Is that a crime now?"

You put away your knife and drop to your knees to collect the scattered berries. Arthur moves over to help you, annoying you even more. You can't be angry at him for being nice.

"Cowardice should be a crime," you murmur under your breath.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see how Arthur clenches his jaw, fighting not to give you an answer. Two berries later, he loses the battle. "I'm not a coward."

"If you say so."

"I'm not afraid," Arthur huffs, "just because I'm not an asshole like Micah."

You grab one of the berries so hard that it crushes in your hand. "At least he wants me and acted on it."

"Who says I don't want you?" Arthur hisses.

Your faces are only inches apart now, and you stay there to hold your ground. "If you want me, Arthur, you have to take me. You can't-"

You don't get a chance to finish the sentence. Arthur closes the gap between you and presses a hard kiss on your lips. At first, you're too stunned to react, but then you throw your arms around Arthur's neck, eager for more.

Spurred on by your reaction, Arthur moves closer, and you topple over into the grass, Arthur on top of you. He kisses you open-mouthed and sloppy, his hands digging into your sides. It's almost painful, but you can't hold back either, running your hands over his chest.

While opening his shirt, you rip off a button, and it flies away into the bushes, never to be seen again. Arthur kisses along your neck while his hands roam over your body, cupping your breasts. You arch your back, pressing up against him, and Arthur opens your dress. With quick fingers, he manages to work it down enough to expose you and leans in to kiss every inch he can reach. You thread your fingers into Arthur's hair and can't help that you pull on it when he sucks one of your nipples into his mouth.

"Finally," you gasp, and Arthur reaches down to pull up your dress.

His hand immediately goes to your center, his hand sneaking into your underwear to tease your pussy. With how long you've been waiting for this and the rough treatment of Arthur now, it's no surprise that you're soaking wet for him, and Arthur moans against your skin at the touch.

"You really want to get ravished, huh?" he murmurs, and this time you pull his hair on purpose.

"You really should listen better."

"Fine," Arthur grunts, something in his voice that makes your skin tingle in anticipation. "Turn around."

He gives you free and helps you along, rolling you onto your stomach. "Arthur, what-?"

You can't finish the question and let out a surprised squeal when Arthur grabs you by the waist and lifts you up, forcing you to go on all fours. He pushes your skirt up with the same enthusiasm as before and pulls down your underwear, just enough to have access.

For a moment, you can't feel Arthur but hear him rummaging around with his own clothes. Then, a warm hand finds your thigh, the touch setting butterflies free in your stomach. Arthur might talk about ravishing you, but doesn't have it in him to hurt you, still way more careful than you're used to.

He moves closer, making you feel his heat as he brushes his cock along your wet folds before pushing in. You claw your fingers into the ground under you as Arthur stretches you open, pushing in deep until he draws a soft cry from your lips. He stills then, hesitating once more.

"Arthur, please," you say, pushing back against him, "more."

Finally, Arthur moves with more confidence. He thrusts into you while his fingers dig into your hips, holding on to you for leverage. Knowing that you're not that far from camp, you try your best to stay quiet, but with the way Arthur treats you now, you can't suppress eager moans.

When you add the occasional "God, yes" and call out Arthur's name, he groans and goes even harder. You dig your hands into the ground and push back against Arthur, your insides on fire. It borders on being painful, but you still can't help begging for more.

Arthur runs his hand over your back and up your neck before he fists his fingers into your hair. The touch alone sends heat waves through your body, and then Arthur pulls. You're forced to lift your head to avoid the pain and hollow your back, lifting your ass even higher in the process.

Using the new angle, Arthur takes you without mercy, holding on to your hair. You're completely under his control, unable to move unless you want it to hurt. Cries of pleasure escape you, and without warning, Arthur pushes you down on the ground.

He only glides out of you to get into a new position, then he forces your legs apart with his own, pushing back into you. You groan when you feel Arthur's weight on you, and he grabs your hair again, making you lift your head.

"Is that what you wanted, sweetheart?" Arthur asks, something dark in his voice.

Before you can answer, he already thrusts into you, and you remember how you talked about being ravished by a wild beast. It seems Arthur finally takes your words to heart. He barely gives you a second to breathe, holding you in that limbo between pain and pleasure, and your only choice is to take what he gives you.

When Arthur finally lets go of your hair, he puts his hand around your throat, and although there's no pressure on it, the gesture alone has you whimpering.

"You're mine now," Arthur says, his breath hot against your ear. "No more joking around with Micah, you understand?"

"I was just-"

Arthur only moves his fingers, and you become quiet, barely able to breathe.

"Try that again," Arthur says, and you swallow hard, sure that Arthur can feel it.

"No Micah," you say, and Arthur hums, satisfied.

He picks up the pace, only interrupting the way he ruts into you to pull back and push in deep, making you cry out each time. By now, you're sure that at least one person in camp must have heard you, but Arthur gives you no chance to think about it.

He's everywhere, his voice, his touch, and his cock, filling you up so good that you're trembling with lust. You feel like you can barely take it anymore when Arthur reaches under you, his fingers pressing against your clit. Trapped between his hand and the constant thrusts, you can't hold on any longer.

"Arthur, I-" you manage to say but break off when your orgasm hits your core and rushes in waves through the rest of your body.

Arthur holds still as your muscles tighten around him, letting you set the pace for now. You push back against him, riding the last waves before your body relaxes and Arthur glides out of you.

He carefully turns you around, cupping your face with his hand. "You're alright?"

You lift your head to kiss him, a big smile hopping onto your face. "More than alright."

"Good," Arthur says, kissing you back, and you reach down between the two of you.

"Come here, big boy."

Arthur moans when you grab his cock, and when he tries to protest, you kiss him and hold on to his neck. This time, it's you who doesn't give him a chance to move, your hand sneaking into his hair.

Arthur curses against your lips as you tuck at a few strands and his cock pulses in your hand. He buries his face against your neck, his hips bucking, and finally, everything goes quiet.

You both take slow breaths before Arthur lies down next to you, staring up into the trees.

"You know, we could have done that months ago," you say, unable to keep the snide out of your voice.

Arthur huffs. It's a single, somewhat defeated sound coming from deep within. "I admit it, I'm an idiot."

You turn to him, running your hand over his chest. "It's my fault, too. I could have been more forward instead of waiting until even Micah made a move."

"I said no Micah," Arthur groans.

"What? If it wasn't for him, you never would have made a move," you tease. "You should thank-"

Arthur moves over so fast that you barely see it before his lips seal yours.

"I thank Micah in hell," he growls, fury in his eyes. "And I think I said no more Micah talk."

"Fine," you say, rolling your eyes, but you can't help the tingling feeling that his voice sends all over your body. "I'll shut up if you make me."

Arthur laughs and leans over you, his lips almost touching yours. He grabs a strand of your hair, letting it run through his fingers. "I think I know just the way to do that."

#arthur morgan x female reader #rdr2 smut #rdr2 fanfic #fulfilled requests #my writing #nsft

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freelancearsonist · 2 years

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Confession time: I binged all of Moon Knight in 2 days. The idea of multiple personalities sharing a body has always been a bit difficult for me to grasp, and I didn't know if I'd be able to enjoy the show because of it. But oh my GOD, I saw Steven babbling on and on about Egyptian gods to someone who couldn't care less and IMMEDIATELY I was sold, I have BEEN THERE. But then I kept watching and he was just so.... 🥺

I didn't like Mark much at first, I'll admit, even KNOWING he was the "original" one. But then the last two episodes happened and I was just 🥰 So happy for them! They're talking to each other now and they're working TOGETHER and- Also. "Are you in love with my WIFE?! I will throw us off a cliff-" I CACKLED. Like.... He's not you but he did also come from YOUR brain, why shouldn't you have the same taste in women?

Especially when that woman is an absolute badass like Layla- She's amazing and the fact that she stuck around to help Steven out despite the fact that this was not her husband and he does NOT know her is a big reason I kept watching. I was SO scared at first, but she stayed?! And she's nice to both of them?! It's honestly what they deserve, I'm so happy for EVERYONE involved.

And JAKE. What the HECK, man?! Shows up for 2 minutes, shoots a drugged up old man, speaks Spanish, and everybody online seems to think he's hot? I'm sure he'll grow on me like Mark did but right now I'm too busy being pissed off at that chicken skeleton for his little loophole of "I will release you BOTH" when he KNEW THERE WAS A THIRD GUY. Rude.

Luckily for me, I happened to stumble upon an AMAZING fic author who is doing WONDERS for my sudden desire for Moon Knight content....

Which is all just a very long build up to me saying thank you, you are AMAZING, I will be haunting this page until I get more episodes to watch and probably after that as well. There was a little VOID in me after I finished the last episode and now I am FILLING it.

F:AKJSDLKJSDLKJSLKJLDSKJ ily anonim thank you so much 🫶

also, in regards to jake, you gotta read the comics. tbh the show did our boy dirty but im really hoping they’ll make a season two so they can reverse the ”evil alter” trope that they’ve kinda enforced on him 🥲

#clarke answers #lovely anon #moon knight

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marichat-verse · 3 years

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Mist Memories

Leo Valdez x reader for his birthday ahhhh (even though it's angsty) with a platonic/developing jason x reader cameo at the end (lmao im sorry i couldn't help myself 😭)

Based on this picture I found in pinterest + also [kinda] based on traitor by olivia rodrigo and omg i really recommend u guys listen to this edit because it reminds me so much of this fic that's been stuck in my head for MONTHS also kind of a run away with me prologue lol

Your POV

I nervously made my way across the forest until I reached a limestone cliff. I knocked on the iron door, not really expecting to get an answer.

My boyfriend has been shutting himself in Bunker 9 for the past few weeks. I stood there counting up to seven before knocking again. I knocked again two more times, until he answered in the middle of my last knock.

He removed his goggles and winced as sunlight hit his eyes. He'd grown thinner and paler, making the dark circles in his eyes more pronounced.

"Oh, Leo..." I reached out to brush a few strands of hair away from his face, but he moved away.

"What are you doing here?" He said in a monotone voice.

I moved to walk inside the Bunker, brushing off his hesitation to let me in. "I'm your partner, remember? And I'm really concerned because you're shutting yourself out lately. You know everyone's starting to worry about you. Percy asked me to check on you because you missed pegasus riding with him. Oh, and I'm pretty sure Jason's coming back from Camp Jupiter soon. I was hoping you and Annabeth could be with Piper while Percy and I hung out with Jason because it's been a little awkward since their breakup. Plus Piper wanted to tell you something—"

"Please," he said forcefully causing me to stop and look at him. "Just... Get out."

Normally, he'd shut himself from the world for a few days to work on an important project or because he was feeling really sad and he needed space. But this was getting out of hand. He had never locked me out of his life when I offered to help him. He was never this mean when he asked for space. I was not having this attitude of his.

"Okay, Leo. I tried to play nice. What is so important that you blow off all your friends for nearly a month that you can't even tell your partner, or maybe say hi to your best friend who's coming back from the other side of the country?"

He didn't say anything. He pursed his lips and avoided eye contact. I scanned he room for any signs.

It was messier than usual with all the crumpled paper scattered on the floor, especially on his desk. He could have been drawing up new plans. Something in my gut told me that something wasn't right. There were no new unfinished projects, indicating that he wasn't starting a new invention. Harley's helicopter lay on his bench in the same state it was weeks ago. Huh, not even his siblings could enter the Bunker.

I turned and Leo was already changing Festus' oil. I took this moment of distraction to pick up a few pieces of crumpled paper on the floor and on his desk. I had to process the words a bit longer—too long that Leo took notice. Damn dyslexia.

I heard footsteps speed up behind me, but it was too late. I read enough and got the gist of what he had been trying to do these past few weeks.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He yelled at me. Small embers started to erupt between his curls.

I laughed dryly. "So this is what you've been up to?"

His fists tightened, further crumpling the paper in his hands. His eyes flashed with anger, despair and confusion.

I sighed and focused my eyes on his desk, not daring to look at him any longer. Under some pieces of paper were old photographs of him and Piper from Wilderness School. Yup, those definitely were the mist memories she had with Jason. I read the latest draft he'd been writing:

Dear Piper,

Remember the mist memories from boarding school with Jason? They were real, but they were with me.

I miss you. I miss when it was just us. I miss the night on the roof.

Yours truly,

Leo Valdez

I tried to keep my voice from cracking. "How long?"

I heard him sigh. "Three weeks."

I balled my fists. Tears started to fall and smudge the ink. I wiped them away as fast as they came.

"How?"

"In a dream," his tone softened now. "Hera came to me in a dream and told me to check an old drawer in Bunker 9. I found the photos and the memories came rushing back."

"How long were you dating back then?"

"Two weeks."

"Were you ever going to tell me?"

Silence; then a deep breath.

"No."

I shook my head in disbelief. "Why?"

"Because I knew you'd get upset like—"

"I meant why would you throw away months of our relationship for a couple of weeks of your relationship with her? And without even bothering to tell me? Gods damn it, Leo. We've been together since you've first arrived at camp. And what about those promises you made when we were sailing to Greece? You've been keeping these feelings away from me and you've been lying to me, making me believe that there's still something between us and—"

"Oh, calm down," he said with an annoyed expression and tone, which only infuriated me more, "it's not like I did anything were her yet! I didn't kiss her or tell her how I truly felt for her! She just got out of a relationship with Jason around the same time I had that dream. I had to figure out how to talk to her about it. I've been alone in this Bunker for three. Fucking. Weeks. I didn't cheat on you."

"Oh, and that makes everything better?" I countered. "Being in a relationship isn't about not cheating, Leo. It's about being honest and communicating with each other."

"Oh, like you've been communicating with me? After the war, you take go back to Manhattan for school, and you take a job. I haven't seen you much during the holidays because work has been keeping you in the city. And you won't tell me what you even do for a living!"

I took in a deep breath. "I told you I needed to have a life outside of camp! I needed to know first that I could handle myself in the mortal world as a normal human being. I needed this demigod part of my life to be separate as much as possible! I've been in two wars, Leo. I needed time to myself, too. And I was about to tell you guys in a few more days. But I guess now, I'm glad I've kept you out of that part of my life. At least I have an escape from all of this. And now, especially from you."

I took another deep breath and walked to the door, about to let myself out. I turned back again, both our tear-stained eyes meeting each other.

"If it makes you feel any better," I said softly, "I would've hated the idea of us breaking up. But if you really love her, if you really feel like you have this special connection to her and she makes you happy, then I won't get in your way. You could at least have had the decency to talk to me so we could have left on a good note."

He looked at me with wide eyes, clearly regretting his actions. I sighed and looked around the Bunker, possibly for the last time. Lots of memories were definitely created in this room; all just as grand and meaningful as the inventions they made here. But just like some of Hephaestus' contraptions, some of them were flawed and dumped in his scrapyard, no matter how much potential it could have had.

"Goodbye, Leo."

I sat on a rock on the beach that gave me a beautiful view of Long Island Sound. To my left, the sun started to set, casting an orange filter on everything. My heart broke, remembering how everything glowed orange in the Bunker. Leo always left the fires burning when he was working. The sunlight twinkling against the sea reminded me of how small bits of flame peaked through his hair earlier. I remembered how mad he was at me. Or maybe he was mostly mad at himself.

"Hey."

I jumped when someone sat—or rather, landed—beside me. I turned and smiled, seeing one of my good friends back at camp.

"Hey, you're back," I said weakly. "How long have you been here?"

He smiled at me, although he could maybe sense that something was wrong. "Half an hour, maybe? I saw Annabeth making plans to expand camp to have a city. She made me do an aerial inspection and I told her I'll get back to her tonight. That's when I saw you."

"Mhmm," I mumbled, not really knowing what to say. It was silent for a few minutes before I spoke up again, knowing he was just waiting for me to open up.

"I broke up with Leo."

His head quickly turned to me. I guess he wasn't expecting it to be that bad. "What?"

"Oh yeah," I laughed dryly. "Turns out the mist memories Piper had in Wilderness School with you? They were real. But not with you."

His eyes widened. "Oh... With Leo."

"He locked himself in the Bunker for weeks trying to write a letter. It was heartbreaking. Like, truly heartbreaking. He wanted to tell her how much he missed her and how much he missed them. Then he said how much he missed that night with her under the stars and... It hurt. Like hell."

"Oh," he said. "I guess Piper didn't tell me everything then."

"She knew all along?"

He shook his head. "Maybe not everything, but she told me she's been confused about her feelings lately and she'd been having visions or dreams of possible old memories that were messing with her head."

"I'm sorry about you and Piper," I said.

"Don't be," he said. "I understand her. It did hurt, though. But I think I can get over it some day. We're still awkward around each other, but at least we left on a good note."

I scoffed. "Leo couldn't even give me a good ending to our relationship."

"Hey," he said as he put a hand on my shoulder. "You're a great person, y/n. You've done so much, especially for him. It's his loss that he was stupid enough to let go of you."

"I know that."

"Do you really?"

"I do!" I said. "I'm a great person and I know that. But that doesn't mean what he did doesn't hurt me."

"I know," he said. "You'll find someone who'll treat you like the queen that you are. You're a great person, and I'm not just saying this to cheer you up. I truly think you're amazing."

I smiled at him. "Thanks, Jason. And you'll find someone great, too. Maybe not as great as me but, then again, who is?"

We both let out a laugh. The conch sounded in the distance, signaling dinner. I moved to stand up before hearing Jason speak up again.

"Hey, do you maybe want to just grab a couple of plates and eat out here?"

I smiled. "Yeah. That sounds good. I don't really want everyone else hounding me about the breakup right now."

I don't know how long it was going to take me to get over Leo. We really did gave something special. It was cruel how the universe gave me something so good, to make me have hope that something was finally going right, then have it yanked away from my arms just as suddenly as it came.

He never cheated on me, but that didn't mean he didn't betray every promise we made to each other. I should have known it was too good to be true. Life has always played cruel jokes on me.

Then again, who's to say that things won't turn out for the better, right?

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a-is-for-abel · 3 years

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"“I’m moving.” He froze, glancing up at his friend. The other boy’s eyes were gleaming with suppressed sobs, breath hitching and jaw clenched. “Mom got a job in another state and we’re moving in a month.”

Inspired by this prompt by @givethispromptatry

Sand and shells crunched under the belly of the kayak as it ran aground. With a wobble and a curse he tumbled into the water, paddle floating away from him and kayak shooting off in the opposite direction.

"Fuck."

He scrambled to collect both, tossing the paddle up onto the beach and grabbing the handle at the bow of the kayak to tow it onto shore.

"You're late."

He rolled his eyes and glanced over his shoulder to see Warren in all his cut-offs and sandals glory. "And you're early."

Warren crossed his arms. "I'm literally the most on time, dude."

"Whatever, just-- Help me grab the stuff."

He popped open the watertight chamber in front of the seat and reached into the belly of the kayak, all while Warren struggled to pull the backpack out from under the cage of bungee cords at the front.

"Just unhook them, dude," he said, his cellphone and two unopened cream sodas finally in hand.

"Don't tell me how to do it."

"It's not going to--"

"Shit!" Warren yelped, recoiling and clutching his hand.

"Told you."

Warren flicked him off, but turned to do what he said anyway.

"Come on, suns gonna start setting soon." He grabbed his backpack from Warren and stuffed the drinks and his phone inside.

"What? Afraid of some gators?"

"No," he said. "Rather a gator than my dad."

Warren grimaced. "He still got you on that curfew?"

"Yup."

He picked his way through the mangrove thicket that cut the beach off from the rest of the spoil island. The roots of the black mangroves jutted up like fingers through the sand and the stilts of the red mangroves tried their best to snag his feet as he ducked under the sprawling web of an orb weaver hidden in their midst. Thankfully, it cleared out past the initial wall of foliage, becoming more barren with only the occasional thicket.

He remembered when his dad had led them through here the first time and explained that the mangroves kept the spoil islands standing. That when hurricanes and storms threatened to wash them away, their roots would act like a little army, keeping off any barrage and harboring whatever took up shelter under them.

He frowned. His dad and him hadn't come out here since--

"Fuck, fuck, fu--" Warren sputtered behind him, high-pitched.

"Web?" he asked, glancing back to see Warren flinching away from a tree.

"Yeah, fuck--" Warren brushed his arms off frantically and patted at his hair. "Fucking spiders all over the fucking place, man. They call it Mosquito Lagoon, but it really should be spider god damn la-- Fuck!"

"Nice one, ‘spider god damn la-fuck’ really has a special sort of ring to it."

Warren shot him a glare and dusted off his shoulders and the front of his shirt with quick flicks. "You owe me for psychological damages..."

"Come on, we used to come out here all the time."

"When I was like ten! And with your dad!" Warren cowered away from another web that sprawled from a lone tree. "And I didn't have as much free real estate for a spider to like, you know-- Crawl all over me or whatever."

"Free real estate?"

"Yeah, you know the whole--" Warren gestured vaguely. "The meme."

"God, please stop," he groaned. "That shits like, what, twenty-seventeen? That's like ancient history, man."

"It's a classic."

"Sure," he muttered. "A classic."

"Whatever, man, you're just not cultured."

He scoffed. "That's definitely it."

The other end of the island unfolded into a drop-off, all coquina and shells packed tightly together and built up into a mound that cut off abruptly into nothing. It was the highest point of the island-- of most of the spoils out here honestly-- even though it's small cliff had been eaten away and eroded over time, shrinking and shifting as the island shrank with the waves.

Dropping his backpack, he sat and dangled his legs over the edge, shoes knocking back against the coquina with a scratchy rasp. Warren plopped down beside him, keeping his legs folded and away from the plunge. Not that it was much of a sheer cliff. Only about eight feet down at the most, but enough that it felt like a lot. Compared to the average of three feet below sea level for the rest of the mainland; eight feet felt pretty fucking huge.

The tide lapped at the base of the island, the water hissing and coiling, writhing and alive where it squirmed through the holes bored through the coquina face and back out with a soft crackle. Crabs, tiny and mottled, darted in and around the rocks and he could see finger mullet, their scales flashing as they turned and twisted with the waves.

"You tied up your kayak, right?" Warren asked.

"Naw, but it should be fine. I pulled it up pretty far."

"I'm not sharing if you get stuck out here."

He frowned, shooting Warren his best puppy dog eyes. "You'd leave me out here?"

"Yes."

He chuckled. "Fair."

Seagulls drifted in lazy circles far overhead, the occasional cry working its way down to them as the birds banked with the wind, following the gusts up to where they could catch a glimpse of a meal beneath the water. One wheeled down in a sudden arc, wings folded close to its side as it plummeted, beak first, into the water with a snap and then back out with a spray.

"Man, tough luck..." Warren said. "Hate whenever they miss. Makes me feel kinda bad."

"They're just gonna go do what the rest do and steal some fries at the jetty once they realize it's easier than doing this."

"Yeah, but it's like-- I don't know, man. Just wish he'd get a win."

"You don't even know him!"

"I feel like we have a connection." Warren pointed at where the seagull had gone back to patrolling the waters. "Me and seagull number one thousand and three, we're like this--" He crossed his fingers.

"Shut up," he snorted.

They watched the seagull try again and fail.

Warren started up a running commentary after the third attempt, cupping a hand over his mouth to imitate the slight grain of a sports announcer's microphone as he dramatized the whole thing. When the seagull finally managed to snag a fish Warren cheered, arms thrown up in a touchdown motion that he copied with a grin.

"Hell yeah, dude!" Warren high-fived him.

"Where's all that enthusiasm for when you're at my games?" he asked.

"Come on, dude, you know I always cheer the loudest. You're just too far out on the field to hear me."

"I'm sure that's what it is."

"Whatever, man-- What'd you bring anyway?" Warren grabbed his backpack and began rummaging through it. "Oh shit! Gummy bears, dude! And the good kind, hell yeah!"

"Yeah, grabbed them before I came here. That's why I was late, idiot."

Warren tore open the package. "Crimes forgiven, man. This is worth it."

"Give me that--" He pulled his backpack out of Warren's lap. "I also got some soda, but I guess all you care about is your precious little bears."

"Naw, naw-- Hand that over."

"Rude much?"

"What? You want me to kiss you on the lips for it first, bro?"

He laughed. "Now, that would be the polite thing to do."

Warren puckered his lips at him and then snatched the soda. "Fuck off."

"Not even a little kiss?" he teased.

"You dragged me out to spider-fuck-nowhere, while it's ass fucking hot out and where it smells like rotting fish taint-- Just to watch the fucking sunset, when we could have sat on my roof and done the exact same thing-- You expect a kiss for that?"

He shrugged. "Yeah. Bro code."

Warren snorted. "Hand me a bottle opener, dip shit."

He popped open his own bottle and passed it over to Warren, who struggled for a moment before finally getting it with a triumphant 'whoop'. The mixture of saccharine flavored soda and the slight rotting stench of algae, and whatever else the lagoon had to offer, wasn't exactly pleasant, but it wasn't terrible. It was familiar.

It was homely in it's off kilter sort of way.

"So, why'd you bring me out here anyways?" Warren asked.

He sighed and kicked his heel back against the coquina. "I’m moving.”

Warren sucked in sharply and he glanced over at him.

He rubbed the back of his neck and looked down at the water below his feet. "Dad got a job in another state and we’re moving in a month.”

"Dude…"

"I didn't know how to tell you. I just--"

"Is that why you decided it'd be a good idea to sneak out and go to that dumb party with me?" Warren asked, frowning.

"I figured it would be one of the last chances I had to do something fun, you know. Here. Before I just-- Leave all this shit forever. I mean, we're moving to fucking Ohio, man. Where the fuck am I gonna find a party on an island out there?"

"Right…"

"And look, fuck my dad--"

"Jake--"

"No, fuck him-- He didn't even--" he huffed. "Things were looking up, man. Varsity lacrosse in sophomore year, that's huge, dude. And I wasn't just the fucking loser kid in the back of class anymore and he just--"

"Works rough here, dude..." Warren cut him off, sighing. "Space programs taking a shit. Whole island's taking a shit, really. Plenty of people left the first time NASA tanked, remember? It's just… it happens, man."

"So, you're just fine with it then?" he asked, brows furrowing. "We're never going-- I'm never going to see you again and you're just okay with that?"

"It's not forever!" Warren said, throwing out his hands. "There's planes, man! It's the twenty first fucking century. We got phones, dude. We'll stay in touch."

He grit his teeth and looked down.

"Jake, bro. C'mon-- Look at me."

He met Warren's eyes.

"It's gonna be okay, dude." Warren said, smile wide, and he could see the little falter at the edges, but he didn't call him on it. "Look--" Warren held up his bottle. "We'll cheers on it."

"Cheers on what?"

"To staying in touch, to meeting up in the future. To staying friends and all that, I don't know."

"To you finally getting a boyfriend?"

"Actually, you know what, I'm not going to miss you at all."

"Come on--" he grinned, nudging Warren with his shoulder. "You'll miss me."

"Yeah," Warren chuckled, looking down with a small smile. "I will..."

His fingers tightened around the glass bottle in his hand, bottom lip threatening to worry between his teeth. "Look, let's do your dumb cheers thing before it gets too sentimental or whatever."

Warren sighed, seeming to shake himself off before raising his soda bottle above his head and towards the slowly setting sun. "To us."

"To us?" He wrinkled his nose. "Isn't that kinda cheesy?"

"Just shut up and do it."

"Fine..." he grumbled with a grin, raising his bottle to clink against Warren's. "To us."

//photo credit// me and my phone c. 2020 //

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