#honeybees are just drawn to him

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

Since Sun looks like a flower, has he ever had a bee mistake him for one?

It's happened once or twice :3

[krkiiz]

take a chance with me . luke castellan x reader

you decide to confront luke about your current situationship with him.

luke castellan x f!reader , reader is the daughter of Athena , crack , misunderstandings , “what are we” , “i thought we’re already dating” , fluff with slight angst , overthinking , kisses , them being sappy , nicknames

note : can’t stop falling in love with this evil betrayer smh. inspired by niki’s song “take a chance with me” ! (IM SORRY IF THIS IS CRINGE this is my first time writing kiss scenes help 😭😭😭😭)

let me know your thoughts ! likes, reblogs, and comments appreciated <3

“It’s getting dark. Let me walk you back to your cabin, yeah?” The dark haired boy smiled at you.

Gods how you loved that smile of his.

It’s a tradition of yours. Him walking you back to your cabin after your outings. The two of you walk hand in hand as your near the Athena cabin.

You and Luke had been acquainted for quite some time. You both first met when you arrived in camp for the first time.

You were fifteen back then. Time passed by as fast Zeus’ lightning strikes as summers blurred after summers. In a blink of an eye, you guys were both eighteen now. Adults, no longer those carefree teenagers that relied on your counselors.

During those three years of friendship, you and Luke only got closer. It was hard to admit, and after an excruciating time of denial (and constant pestering from your half siblings including Annabeth), you finally surrendered and admitted the growing feelings you harbored for your close friend.

You’re too afraid to confess your feelings as you treasured your friendship with him deeply. You would gush about how sweet he is to Annabeth, rolling yourself on your bed as blood rushed to your cheeks at the thought of him.

Little did you know he was doing the exact same thing. Confiding to Annabeth about your recent encounters, eyes lit up rivaling the shine of Apollo himself as he thinks of you.

Poor girl. Annabeth was sick of it.

But this summer, you felt a shift in your dynamic with the curly haired boy. He would eat lunch with you more often, asking you to go on more hangouts, challenged you on more duels, battles. It felt different, closer.

You were not complaining, matter of fact you were quite glad. Maybe your feelings wasn’t just one sided after all.

But as time move forwards, the closer you two get, more couple-ey interaction commends. He would tuck your hand behind your ear as you both converse, intwining your hands when your in the same path, calling you nicknames.

The more your relationship with him progressed, the more it blurred the line between friends and more. At this point, you knew he had feelings for you as well, and he too was well aware of yours.

A bubble of thought soon started clouding your mind. What were you both now? Friends? Close friends? Lovers? You don’t remember Luke asking you to be his girlfriend.

What was the nature this relationship?

You feel his grip on yours loosening as you stopped near the grey building of Cabin 6. “This is it for you, princess.”

Words rolled of his tongue like honey and you felt like a honeybee, drawn to its sweetness.

Friends don’t call each other nicknames.

Luke placed a gentle hand on your cheek, drawing closer has he placed his lips on your temple, as if he was kissing your thoughts away. “What’s got you thinking so hard since we started walking, hm?”

Your cheeks lit up like campfire at his action, he smiled noticing your flushed state.

Cute

You look up to the curly haired boy, his fingers still pressed on your cheek. What are we, Luke?

What if Luke suddenly doesn’t want you anymore because of that question?

Were you too selfish by wanting more?

Was this not enough for you?

No it wasn’t. You want to draw a clear like between friends and more, and Luke and you were shoveling a deep hole in the middle of said line.

What if he fears commitment and disappears?

“Oh no, it’s nothing Luke.” You shook your head away from his grasp, pushing all your thoughts away. “It’s late, I should probably get in.”

But before you can turn away from him, Luke was quick to grab your hand, not letting you go any further. “No, Yn. Something is clearly bothering you. And I don’t want you to go to bed with an unpleasant feeling.”

He squeezed your held hands. “Please, Yn. Is it something I’ve done?”

You were quick to deny him. “It’s not, Luke. I don’t even know it’s just. I don’t know, confusing? I think complicated is the right word.”

The dark haired boy brought your intertwined hands to his lips, kissing your forearm softly. “It’s okay take your time, darling. I’m listening.”

You sighed seeing him caress your hand gently as he brushed his lips on the skin. “It’s about us, Luke.”

Dark hues make contact with your own. “What about us?”

“What are we Luke? I don’t even know anymore.” You retracted your hand from his grasp, frustration getting a hold on you. “Friends don’t hold hands while they walk, friends don’t kiss each other’s foreheads, or hands, or even call each other nicknames.”

You look up to see the confusion written clearly on his face. “What are we, Luke Castellan?” You asked once more.

There was a moment of silent and you dreaded it. Each passing second you can hear the rustling wind, chirps of birds, and the sound of your heart falling into your stomach.

Before he finally broke it. A wholehearted chuckle graced his lips, creasing his eyes.

You scrunched your eyebrows at his reaction. Clearly displeased. Were you some joke to him?

“Luke, this is serious, why are you laughing right now?”

He quickly straightened his composure after hearing your tone. “Ehem, wait sorry. You’re serious? Is this what you’ve been worrying about?”

“Well yeah. What’s so funny about it? Am I just some joke to you?”

“No no! Yn, wait.” He placed both of his hand above your shoulders. Eyes peered at yours before genuinely asking. “Haven’t we been dating for like two months now?”

What? Confusion warps your face.

“Yn, remember? Two months ago when I took you on a picnic by the lake? I asked if you wanted to be together and you agreed to it, remember?” He tried to recall your memory.

Then it snapped.

“Oh, that was a confession? I thought you meant it in a friendly way.” Luke mentally face palmed himself and you sheepishly giggled.

“Okay maybe I was too vague with my words so let’s redo it right now yeah?” You tilted your head at him.

The dark haired boy took both of your hands from your sides, lacing them into his. “Yn L/n, daughter of Athena, one of the best warriors I’ve ever seen, wisest and the most just ever, will you take the pleasure of being my girlfriend?”

You unwind your laced fingers, your hands moving, circling themselves around the nape of his neck as his hands are now placed on the sides your waist, drawing you closer. “Hm will I?” You teased him lightly.

“Please?”

“I guess you got yourself a girlfriend, Castellan.”

You laughed against his chest. And you can feel his ribcage expanding was he laughed along with you.

You tilt your head above, standing on the tips of your toes, as you pulled him even closer than before. Your noses touch at the proximity and you could feel his breath on yours. “Is this why you’ve never kissed me before?” you hear him whisper.

“Well I am doing it right now.” You pull him in, his lips crashing with your own. His grip on your waist tightened as your hands made its way to the softness of his curls. Eyes tightly shut as you both bask in the bliss of ecstasy before pulling apart.

He leaned his forehead against yours. Giving your lip a small peck as he craves for more of you. “I don’t know if this is not obvious yet but I like you, so so much, my Yn.”

You softly giggled. “I like you just as much, my prince.”

©️ sirena | krkiiz 2023

[roosterbruiser]

If you're still taking requests, how about a beach day with Bob and the squad finds out he has a matching tattoo with his partner

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐩

𝐚 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛

There's a reason that Bob usually wears a shirt on beach days. Even if everyone else on the squadron likes to tease that it's because he's not as toned as they are--which simply is not true--no one really knows why that is.

Until you accompany your boyfriend to the beach one hot and wet afternoon, a wicker picnic basket tucked under your arm and straw hat flopped on your head.

You're happy to be at the beach--you and Bob had agreed to take advantage of the nice weather in San Diego more than you had in the past, so when the squadron deemed that afternoon as a beach afternoon, the two of you had been all in.

"Floyd," Hangman greets, waving the two of you over to the parade of sweaty bodies in the sand. Hangman cheekily tips his cowboy hat at you. "Eventual Floyd," he greets with a wink.

Bob's blushing--a good sort of blush, one that makes his heart pulse with adoration. Yes, you will be a Floyd--eventually. And he's glad that everyone around knows it.

And you're all grins, tipping your straw hat at Hangman and gesturing to the picnic basket.

"I brought strawberry muffins," you tell him, which causes a chain-reaction of hollering from the group as everyone abandons their previous activities to gather around your picnic basket.

Bob just watches you for a moment, slipping his sunglasses on, smiling softly as his toes dig into the sand. You're grinning that pretty grin of yours, happily giving away all the strawberry muffins you made this morning so dutifully. You're such a giver--and so, so kind--and that's something he loves about you. Even right now, you're offering everyone bottles of water and extra tubes of sunscreen. You just can't seem to help yourself.

And you're just happy to be there--you really do love the squadron and reckon you've found somewhat of a family in their company. So after everyone's given you very wet hugs and thanked you profusely for the muffins and refreshments, they're begging you and Bob to join them for another game of Dog Fight Football.

"Shirts and skins," Coyote says, looking between you and Bob with a smile. "Who's who?"

"Good question," Payback adds with a playful eye roll.

"You can both be skins if you want," Fanboy finishes, bumping you with his elbow. "Don't think anyone here would complain."

Phoenix strikes him in the back of the head with a grumble before Bob can.

You're blushing, laughing.

Bob's shrugging his shirt off before you can even think about it--even if Coyote's only teasing the two of you, Bob never wants you to feel uncomfortable.

"Bob, man," Rooster calls with a smirk. "You've got a tattoo?"

It tickles you that the rest of the squadron has seemingly never seen him shirtless--because if they had, they would have seen it already. It's hard to miss: it's about the size of the middle of your palm, inked on his skin in black. It's a stamp of a honeybee, drawn in a classic illustrative style that Bob found himself drawn to the year he got it.

"Uh huh," Bob says, shyly raking his hand through his hair and resisting the urge to put his shirt back on. He feels like he's going to burn alive not even under the sun but under the gaze of his entire squadron as they come to get a better look at him. "So, football?"

"Uh-uh," Phoenix tuts, letting her sunglasses fall down on her nose as she looks closer at the tattoo. "Is that a honeybee?"

Bob nods, pretending like the red in his cheeks is from the sun and not from their prodding.

You know Bob well--arguably, you know Bob better than anyone else in the world. So as you stand beside the emptying picnic basket and watch him shrink underneath everyone's gaze, wringing his shirt in his hands nervously, stuttering out responses and trying to steer everyone away from him--you know you need to do something.

So you take your cover-up off, which you know will give everyone a view of the matching stamp on your outer shoulder. You move over to the group, holding a tube of sunscreen in your hand, pushing your sunglasses up your nose.

"Hey, Nix," you call, smiling when she turns to you with her eyebrows raised. "Can you get my tattoo? It's sensitive to the sun. Don't want it to fade."

That's got everyone's attention, much to Bob's immediate relief. You've always been much better at receiving attention than him. You're less shy by nature, which is something he's always admired about you, and you don't get so stuffy beneath everyone's gaze.

"You have one, too?!" Rooster asks, coming to take a closer look at your arm as you smile, pretending to be coy.

"Uh-oh," Payback sing-songs. "That's a flower, isn't it?"

It clicks for the group just before you give a proud nod, confirming that you and Bob indeed have matching tattoos. And they're thinking about chiding you, the lot of them cooing mockingly and pinching your sides. But you're too prideful for that, just tilting your chin towards the sky and smiling your pretty smile, giving all of them the same energy.

"I'm his petal," you say, intentionally inducing a grimace on their faces, "and he's my honeybee."

"And suddenly, I want to play football again," Hangman snorts, promptly nodding before turning back to the sand.

What you're saying is the truth; you do call each other petal and honeybee. But it's always been something the two of you have kept under wraps, indulging in the sweetness of it but all too aware of just how sickly-romantic it is.

Phoenix is rubbing suntan lotion on you through her remaining giggles and the rest of the squadron is starting to filter back over to the sand to pick back up where they left off, crumbling their muffin wrappers and tossing them into the trash bag.

Bob falls more and more in love with you every single day--he is just a man after all. How could he not when you're the most perfect person he's ever met? You outdo yourself everyday--outdoing the previous days sweetness, selflessness, kindness, wit, beauty. And right now is no exception; you're chatting with Phoenix about her date, something she mentioned last weekend off-handedly but something that you'd remembered to ask about because that's just how you are. You're so happy, gasping and oohing and awing along with her words, practically glowing under the sun.

Whenever Phoenix finishes and you glance over at Bob, your eyes partially hidden by sunglasses, your smile is as sweet as those muffins everyone loves. Bob can't help himself--he cups your cheeks, tipping your hat back just slightly, thumbing your cheeks gently.

"Too much?" You ask, searching his wanton face as your smile falters. "Didn't mean to give our pet-names out like that, but I could tell you weren't comfortable and--!"

"--You better get ready," Bob interrupts, smiling softly as your face softens and your brows come together.

You carefully stroke his tattoo before letting your hands rest on his shoulders, his skin warm beneath your palms.

"For what?" You ask, giggling when he pulls you against him and presses his lips to yours sweetly.

"To become a Floyd," he mumbles against your lips with a grin. "Sooner rather than later, petal."

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[cherrycola27]

Other Uses

This was inspired by this ask for my 2k celly!

Warnings: Smut, 18+, Minors DNI

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You remember the day you met Robert Floyd. You'd just come to California to help open a new branch of your law firm, and you were celebrating a job well done with some of your friends at a Navy bar one of them knew.

You'd immediately spotted him, a wallflower amongst his friend group. He was shy, quiet, and reserved. Just your type. Most people would think that someone like you, a cut throat lawyer who'd been compared to Hades more times than you cared to count, would be drawn to someone loud and in your face.

But just how Hades longed for a breath of spring in Persephone, you desired someone to complete you. Reel you in and bring you back to earth when you became too much.

And that's exactly what Robby did. You'll never forget the look on his face when you confirmed that you were, in fact, talking to him. You spent all night getting to know him. Two days later, he was taking you on a date.

You were now three months into your relationship, and Robby's birthday was approaching. You planned to take him out of town and get a nice hotel suite and hopefully cross that final line in your relationship.

You had suspected that Bob didn't have much experience in the bedroom. What you hadn't expected was for him to almost shamefully admit to you that he was a virgin after the two of you had been making out on your couch and he'd cum in his pants.

You took his face in your hands and told him that there was nothing to be ashamed of, and whenever he was ready, you would cross that line together.

These past two weeks, Bob had been getting bolder when he kissed you. Touching you, pulling your hair, trying to dominate the kiss. You knew that he was ready.

This weekend, the two of you would be alone, and Robby would be all yours, to kiss, to love, to corrupt, to enjoy.

You were giddy the whole drive to La Jolla. You sat in the passenger seat of Bob's truck singing along to a playlist you'd made just for the occasion.

You were beaming when you checked in the hotel, and you were practically bouncing up and down in the elevator and down the hallway to your room. As soon you slid the key into the lock, you were practically dragging your Bob into the room.

He quickly rolled in the luggage and took in the suite.

"Wow, Honeybee, this is amazing. There is only one problem." He said as he faced you.

"What? What's wrong?" You asked him, slightly panicked.

"There is only one bed. Where are we both going to sleep?" He asked you. You threw your head back and chuckled. "We are going to share. We are a couple." You reminded him.

"Right." He said as a blush crept across his cheeks. "Well, it does look pretty comfortable. We should be able to sleep pretty well on it." He says. You can't help but laugh at your clueless boyfriend.

"Oh, Robby, there are so many more things that we can use it for other than sleeping. How about I show you." You purred into his ear as you lead him further into the hotel room.

Bob swallowed thickly as you pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed. You kissed him a few times before stepping back and pulling your sundress over your head.

Bob's eyes went wide as you revealed a black lace bodysuit with some tasteful cutouts. He swallowed thickly as you sank to your knees in front of him. You made quick work of his belt, and when you tapped his hips, he lifted them so you could bring his jeans and boxers down in one fluid motion.

His cock sprang free and slapped against his abdomen. You licked your lips as you looked at it. He was long and thick and girthy, with pretty veins wrapping around it. The tip was flushed, the same shade of pink that spread across his cheeks.

"Has anyone ever given you a blow job, Robby?" You asked him as you peered up at him through your lashes.

"N—no." He stuttered out. A wicked smile spread across your red lips before you leaned forward and licked the vein that ran from the base to the tip.

And long groan left his lips as you did so. Determined to see what other sounds you could draw from him, you kitten licked the head, lapping up beads of precum before taking the tip between your lips.

You bobbed your head further down his length, swallowing around him once you reached the neat thatch of hair at his base.

His hips bucked involuntarily, causing you to gag. You moaned at the sensation, hoping he would do it again, but Bob was too polite. You grabbed one of his white knuckled hands and placed it on the back of your head. His fingers tangled in your hair, but he was still frozen as you pleasured him.

You pulled off of him completely and told him, "Robby, you can be a little rough with me. I want you to fuck my face. Okay?" He sucked in a breath and nodded.

You resumed your work, and soon, his hips were bucking into your mouth, and both of his hands tangled in your hair. Bob couldn't stop the cries of pleasure from leaving his mouth as you worked him faster and faster.

"Honeybee, I'm gonna—" but Bob didn't have time to finish his warning before he was shooting thick, hot ropes of his salty cum down your throat.

You swallowed and pulled off of him before sticking out your tongue and showing him that you'd taken all of his release. He looked at you mystified.

"Did you like that, Robby?" You asked him innocently.

"I fucking loved it, Honeybee." He growled as he pulled you into his lap. You moan. Bob rarely cursed, and hearing is pretty mouth say something filthy just did it for you. You quickly whipped his shirt off before he brought your lips together.

His hands roamed all over you body. Eagerly taking in the lace number you were wearing.

"Can I— can I taste you?" Bob asked. This time, you were the one caught off guard shaking your head.

Bob manhandled you on your back as you nestled against the pillows.

He took his time kissing down your body. Your gasps and moans and words of praise spurred him on. He spread your legs wide before settling between your thighs.

"Have you ever done this, Robby?" You ask him. "I tried with my last girlfriend, but I didn't know what I was doing, and she didn't like it." He admits sheepishly.

"It's okay, baby. I'll help you. I'll teach you to eat pussy like a king, but only for me." You smirk at him. He blushes, and you give him the go-ahead. He peppers a few kisses along your thighs before pulling the crotch of the bodysuit to the side.

He placed a few kisses along your glistening cunt before tentatively licking a broad swipe over your folds.

You let out a high-pitched whine. Bob looks up and checks for reassurances before continuing.

He licks your folds over and over before deciding to try something he saw in a porno. He uses his thumbs to open your folds before spitting directly on your clit and sucking it into his mouth.

"Fuck, Robby!" You cry as you arch off the bed. "Was that bad?" He asks you with a panicked look.

"No, fuck, do it again baby." You tell him. Bob smirks at you before repeating the action.

You card your fingers through his hair to help guide him, but soon, Bob has your legs shaking as he buries his face in your sopping cunt.

You're teetering on the edge of an orgasm, slightly afraid he won't get you there when Bob surprises you and sinks two of his thick fingers inside you and strokes your walls.

You can tell he's looking for your g-spot. Once he finds it. Like a good WSO, he zeros in on it and drags his calloused finger tips along it over and over again.

You grind your core against his face and grip his hair tighter before arching of the bed and crying out his name as you cum.

Bob emerges from your thighs with a dopey grin on his face.

"Where did you learn to do that?" You pant out.

"I watched some porn, and I may or may not have asked Phoenix for some pointers." He tells you. "Remind me to send her a fruit basket as a thank you." You chuckle as Bob slides up the bed to join you.

The two of you kisses for what seems like hours. "If you don't want to do anything else today, we can stop." You tell him. "I want to. I'm just—can you be on top? Please." He asks.

"Of course, Robby. Can you help me take this off?" You gesture to your bodysuit.

Bob nods eagrly as he tries to undo the laces of it. He fumbles with them as he hands shake with excitement before he accidentally rips the garment. A look of fear flashes across his face.

You laugh before telling him it's okay. He finishes ripping the entire thing off. You help him lay down on the bed before straddling his waist.

"Wait! Do we need protection?" Bob asks you.

"I'm clean, and I have an IUD. Are you comfortable without it?" You ask him. "Yes. Please. I want to feel you." Bob groans. You smile at him before rubbing your slick folds across the underside of his length.

He grips the sheets for dear life when you take his length into your hand before slowly sinking down on him. Even with his fingers helping to prep you, it's still a stretch. Bob is easily the biggest man you've ever been with.

Once you're fully seated on him, his hands come to your hips as both of you adjust.

You start our nice and slow with your pace. Gauging his reaction the whole time. Once you find a rhythm that has him a panting, mewling mess underneath you, you speed up and ride him with earnest. His grip on your hips tightens as you throw your head back.

"You look so pretty under me, Robby, like a fucking dream." You praise him. He's a sight to behold. A blush spreading from his chest to the tips of his ears, glasses slightly askew, his brow knit, his mouth open and pretty sounds falling from it.

"Honeybee, baby." He groans out. "Yes?" You ask him.

"Can I— can I be on top now? Please?" Bob grits out.

You both whine when you still your hips. Bob sits up but moves a little too fast, causing the two of you to topple over. You land on your back with a oof. Bob's forehead accidentally bangs into yours, and you both laugh.

"Sorry." He mumbles. You reassure him that it's fine. He gives you a kiss on the lips before leaning back on his haunches.

Bob makes a few experimental thrusts before settling on wrapping both of your legs around his slim hips and pushing into your deeply. You can tell his trying to find your g-spot again because he is desperate to make you cum again.

He knows the moment he finds it because you're clawing at his back. He drags the fat head of his cock against it over and over again.

With each stroke, it feels like the tip kisses your cervix with how deep he is. You frantically claw at him and cry out his name over and over again.

"Robby! So close. Please!" You beg him. The truth is Bob is close, too. He's trying to hold out for you. One of his hands leaves its spot beside your head and he brings his thumb to your neglected clit.

"Me too, Bee. You feel so fukcing good." He pants out.

He draws tight circles on it, praying it is enough to get you there. His thrusts become sloppy as he loses his pace and hips stutter.

Bob can't fight it anymore and he cums deep inside of you, crying out your name. Your walls clench around him as his release triggers your own finish. They flutter around his cock as the milk him dry.

Bob collapses on top of you and buries his head in the crook of your neck.

You run your hands through his hair and sooth him with whispered praises as he comes down from his high. He's trembling in your arms.

The two of you stay like that until Bob can form real words.

"That was amazing, Bee. God, I love you. Thank you for being patient with me." Bob says as he kisses your nose a lips.

"Of course, Robby. It was wonderful. I love you too. Now, why don't we get a hot shower, and then we can cuddle." You say. Bob's face falls and he looks a little disappointed.

"Oh." He whispers. "Robby. What's wrong?" You ask.

"I was just hoping we could do it again. There were a few more positions I wanted to try." He grins.

You laugh and smile at him. "Okay, birthday boy. But let's pace ourselves. We have all weekend." You tell him.

Bob grins and reaches for you. It's a good thing that you didn't make any other plans for the two of you because neither of you leaves that suite for the entire weekend.

I wrote this for my "Dagger Deities Extravaganza" shout out to @withahappyrefrain for sending in the ask for this! The like to all the other blurbs can be found here

Tagging some folks who might be interested: @thedroneranger @roosterscock @shanimallina87 @desert-fern @teacupsandtopgun @mayhemmanaged @lovinglyeternal @lovingbradshawafterdark @wkndwlff @roosterforme @daggerspare-standingby @dakotakazansky @startrekfangirl2233 @hecate-steps-on-me @cassiemitchell @na-ta-sh-aa @milestellerlover @katieshook02 @mak-32 @je-suis-prest-rachel @soulmates8 @ohgodnotagainn @diorrfairy @eli2447 @xoxabs88xox @djs8891 @roosterbruiser @roosters-girl @sebsxphia @rosiahills22 @dempy @seresinsweetie @my-obsession-spn @eternalsams @callsign-magnolia @alchemxx @clancycucumber230 @lt-spork @multifandomlover4life @lewmagoo @bobfloydsbabe @bobfloydsbabe @ohtobeleah @rhettabbotts @bradshawsbaby

[youlikefanficdontyousquidward]

RECOMe again?

The reader must navigate interacting with their fellow recoms despite having betrayed them as a human! Does anyone know their secret?

Chapter 1

Notes: Y/N (Your name), Y/LN (Your last name), na'vi dialogue in bold, fic will contain swearing, nsfw scenes in later chapters (I will warn specifically which ones), violence.

If there are any specific triggers people would like warned for let me know (^・ω・^ )

Eventual miles x reader, with some lyle x reader and zdog x reader

Tag list: @buzzing-honeybee @lazyassmermaid @secretflowerobservation

Chapter 2

You'd never liked the drop ships, so when Zdog said you looked pale it was easy to blame the sickness on that. Truthfully your stomach was doing flips, how could you possibly escape this? You had to find a way to sneak out of the group and find your way to Jake and the rest of them.

From intel shared by Quaritch after his meetings, both Jake and Norm were still about and causing major problems for the new settlements. You had no idea about anyone else, there'd been no mention of Max, Trudy or Grace.

Grace Augustine had been something of a mentor to you before. After you'd shown a great interest in her work, even picking up a lot of na'vi in your learning, she'd taken to you. The only grunt she could stand on her missions. She'd ruffled your hair joking how you were enough and she shouldn't have to take Lyle too. Lyle had teased you for being a nerd but never seemed to catch on to your changing alliances. You suppose he was too busy staring at your ass.

You'd caught him staring enough now that your theory was likely true. There was nothing accusatory or suspicious about his eyes as they raked across your form. He'd been flirtatious before, even sharing a heated kiss after a rough week but now after his brush with death it had been dialed up. You were finding it hard not to enjoy his attention, even if his pinches made you squeal embarrassingly. You were gonna have to abandon them all again but in the meantime you were enjoying getting to be friends with everyone again. It helped you feel more comfortable in your new skin to hear his appreciative whistles in the gym.

Zdog smacked his head gently on her way across the room.

"Down boy!" She smirked sitting herself between him and you. He and the Colonel were due to meet with General Ardmore to go over details before you'd all be sent out tomorrow. This would be your first chance to exit.

"You good y/n?" You caught her eye, her ears were tipped back and the light sting of anxiety caught your nose.

"Huh... yeah, just weird feelin." You gestured down to your new form, hoping that'd be explanation enough. Couldn't tell her you were feeling guilty about what you were gonna do. You'd even felt a pang of it for what you had done. Humans had no right to this place but they were planetless now. Maybe if they would learn to live with the na'vi you could forgive them but you still felt your heart side with the planet and its original inhabitants. She gripped your shoulder reassuringly, before getting back to working out.

You'd been glad to find no one else seemed to be picking up scents like you had. In fact you seemed to have drawn the short straw for it all. You're genetic mix had favoured the na'vi DNA leaving you with a higher neural whip and double fangs along with your heightened sense of smell. You still had five fingers like the other recoms but they seemed less in tune with their senses.

In the evening you were all brought in and assigned your groups for heading out. Zdog and Mansk had ended up in the other group but you'd be heading out with Lyle and Quaritch.

He'd caught your eye when he'd said your name. He'd been acting off since he woke up. You'd been in the machine before him and had a horrible feeling he remembered something you didn't. It didn't seem suspicious his attitude but he was definitely keeping a close watch on you.

Lyle caught up with you heading back to your quarters, slinging an arm across your shoulders.

"Excited to get back out there?" He grinned down at you. You'd always felt at ease with him, he held nothing back, no secrets kept to his chest. He was so unlike you in so many ways but he was so easy to talk to.

"Not especially." You admitted, he didn't need to know why and he'd never been one to press an issue.

"Aww don't worry buttercup, I got you!" He pulled you into his chest squeezing you against his chest. You stumbled to keep on your feet, laughter muffled in his pecks.

"Feeling better already!" You squirmed before deciding to blow raspberries against him. He laughed at the tickling feeling, letting you go. He ruffled your hair, hand lingering on the side of your face. You stared up at his half lidded eyes, considering him for a moment.

"I'm gonna hit the hay, see you at 0600." You skipped off before he could protest. You could enjoy him for now but you'd be cutting him off again soon, best not to get too involved.

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The forest air was thick, every breath felt heavy in your lungs and the air seemed to leave your skin slick and hair wet. You made your way carefully through the undergrowth, close to Quaritch as he'd ordered it.

It was a strange position for you. You were best in close combat, with your expertise in botany and medicine making you more back up than a lead. It'd been your knowledge of both human and na'vi medical care that'd scored you a place with the scientists missions before.

You felt your tail flick, your ears kept twitching. You wondered if he'd called you forward since you'd seemed so on edge. Lyle certainly made comment of it, grabbing your tail to still it, wicked smile plastered to his face. You couldn't help it, try as you might to calm down something felt off. You kept staring out into the bush, something was following, you were sure.

A crack of twigs and all heads swiveled to the noise, Quaritchs arm moving across your chest to shield you, pushing you lightly behind him. All guns raised as a small viper wolf pack came into view. They paused assessing the group before darting off. Quaritch relaxed, motioning to keep going. That watched feeling didn't leave you though.

Your squad bled into the clearing which held 'the shack'. You felt your heart jump into your throat at the scene. A felled AMP suit, vine and moss growing up and into the broken window. Quaritch ordered Lyle forward to help him with the data pad. This lightened your mood, chuckling remembering your leaders inability to use those things. In all the time working under him he'd never figured them out and would swear and grumble until you'd gently fix it leaning over his shoulder. He'd swear he didn't need your help and tug away from having you plastered to his back but he'd always look happy after your help.

You entered the shack through a window, climbing carefully to avoid broken glass. You'd been in here before, only being called up with Trudy a few times before things went wrong. One of the link beds was smashed and the other left open to the elements. Plants grew around the now tiny architecture of the building.

You spied a couple of photos left on the walls of the work spaces. There were a lot of gaps, someone had been back here to save memories. You smiled thinking about Jake or Norm taking them back with them. There was one of you there, lent down with arms around Jake's shoulders, kissing him playfully on his cheek. Grace had taken it when you went up to visit them. You'd made excuses and sweet talked Quaritch to let you go up the mountains, you'd always wanted to see them up close. He'd grumbled about how you were wasted up there but he'd still signed off on it. You folded the picture up slipping it into a pocket when no one was looking. Your fingers tracing Grace's face in an older picture from her school.

You called in your 'all clear' before heading out into the clearing again. You went to join Quaritch and Lyle by the AMP suit. It still held the corpse of it's pilot, shot several times in the chest by na'vi arrows. The machine itself was clawed up, too big for a viperwolf, must have been a thanator. This poor soul had really had a bad day. You peaked at the data pad as Lyle seemed to have sorted it and your face drained.

Quaritch stood between yourself and Lyle as all three of you watched his death. You'd tried hard not to think about it before now but you figured this was the only natural end to things. Quaritch had his final show down with Jake Sully and lost. You turned to the bones pinned to the seat. You must have made some sort of noise as Lyle had moved to put his hand on your shoulder and was rubbing it lightly.

You heard something then, head snapping to the bushes. Quaritch and Lyle followed your gaze.

"I... there's something there. I thought I heard it before..." You trailed, still not entirely focused. Quaritch had the team move out in a flanking maneuver.

To your horror Walker grabbed a little na'vi child and you joined the team in subduing another two. Strangely to round out their gang there was a human teenager too. You gently held his arms as he struggled against you. Cover or no you had to figure a way to get these kids out of here. If you were lucky maybe you could slip away with them.

It was Lyle that noticed first, holding up the teenage girls hand to show Quaritch. You didn't think your heart could sink any deeper, five fingers. She was at least partially human. Quritch demanded the boy show his fingers too, to your amusement he flipped him two middle fingers. You could see it in his face more clearly, he was the spitting image of Jake, this was his son for sure. He hissed as Quaritch pulled his head back, questioning him about the were abouts of his father.

The girl struggled and Lyle twisted her arm painfully. The boy you were holding struggled forward, calling for her release. She must have been Jake's too but though her face felt familiar it wasn't Jake you were reminded of.

Quaritch waved you off the human teenager and you stepped back from him, staying close for now. Quaritch bent low to assess him more clearly. Some recognition hit him and he spoke shakily.

"Miles?"

Oh shit. You'd only been dimly aware of his ill fated fling with one of the pilots. Something Soccoro, you'd never met her but you'd been pretty jealous when you'd heard the story. Well maybe not so much of the outcome. Here in front of you now was the product of this, Miles Soccoro. He was quick to establish his real name was Spider however.

Quaritch stood, calling in for evac with the 'assets'. You pulled Spider over to the over kids, standing guard of them while the team secured a perimeter. You had 10 minutes from the sound of the orders until the choppers arrived. 10 minutes to figure out how to ensure their escape.

The girl looked at you from the ground her sister you assumed curled into her, she looked confused at you. The boys seemed unsure looking between you both. Walker stepped away a little, trying to more clearly see around a tree.

"Your Y/N? but how she didn't have an avatar" The girl whispered to you. It'd been a while since you'd spoke na'vi but they'd spent a crash course teaching it to the other recoms on the way out.

"I'm not a... look kid I was a friend of Jake's okay I'm gonna get you guys out of here okay." Her brother frowned at you. Shooting a glance over you saw none of the recoms looking directly at you. You slipped the photo to him, the others peaking at it.

"It was a long while back, but I helped him then and I'm gonna help you now." The kids still looked confused but nodded gently to you.

"We need some kind of diversion, maybe when the Eclipse hits we can find a way to sneak past them... let me think" You turned, feigning disinterest as Lyle stalked over.

"Choppers inbound, we're getting them ready." You nodded, hauling the girl to her feet as Lyle grabbed another. The light was fading fast, a heavy rain began to fall and you were running out of time. A loud chirp came from the forest, you saw the kids ears perk up. It didn't sound right, it wasn't quiet sharp enough to have come from the various fauna you were familiar with. It came again and the girl turned to face it pulling away from Walker to stand in front of you.

An arrow suddenly pierced Walker and all hell broke loose. Gunfire, shouting, more arrows. Quaritch rushed forward to you, firing out into the trees as he pushed you back to the kids.

"Secure the assets!"He ordered.

You gripped the girl pulling her little sister along with you as you moved into the trees. The teenage human followed behind, you pulled him up and over a fallen log, helping them climb into the trees.

You could hear Quaritch calling out. It was Neytiri and likely Jake too, if you could just find them in the dark now you could get the kids to safety. You followed as they ran across a branch towards Neytiri's voice. On the wet moss Spider slipped, falling down onto the grass bellow. The girl called out to him, preparing to leap down after him. Suddenly Neytiri was there, pulling her child behind her hissing at you. You raised your hands, showing you were unarmed. Her girl pulled on her demanding to go back for Spider but Neytiri pushed her forward. Neytiri stared at you in confusion but kept backing up with the girl.

"I'll get him, go...go they're coming!" You called to her before sliding down the trunk to reach Spider. Looking up you could no longer see her or Neytiri. You flipped the boy over, he looked dazed from his fall but he wasn't bleeding. He didn't pull from you.

"It's okay kid, we'll..." You stopped, hearing booted feet approach, turning you head you saw Quaritch. His face looked stern but softened seeing Spider unharmed and still with you. He knelt next to Spider, nodding at you before hoisting him up and onto his shoulders.

"Fall back!" He ordered, the remaining recom unit behind him turning heal. You jogged after him, turning to look back every few steps, hoping to see Spider's family or someone to help you free him. There was no one though. Quaritch in turn kept looking back at you, he frowned concern etched in his strong features. You worried then he'd caught your conversations or noted that you'd been leading the kids away from them. Whatever his thoughts were you made it to the clearing and clipped onto a wire bringing you up into the chopper.

He and Lyle were called away, taking Spider with them when they landed. The kid had been aggressive and ended up being sedated on the flight over. You'd been glad as his constant looks to you had made you very worried about getting caught. Lyle had gripped your shoulder on the way out, saying he'd come by later.

You really hoped it was a booty call.

[sashaisready]

I'm Still Here - Chapter Four

Lee Bodecker (The Devil All The Time) x Femme Reader

In late 60s Meade, you’re married to Sheriff Bodecker, pregnant with your first child. On paper you’re the perfect couple – the respectable Sheriff and his homemaker wife. This should be one of the happiest times of your life…so why are the two of you living like ghosts? And is it too late to bridge that gap? Especially when your husband is playing a dangerous game.

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Warnings: Violence, guns, mentions of crime - robberies etc, mentions of traumatic childhood, injury. This is the penultimate chapter, next part is the last!

Wordcount: 3.1k

Back in the past…

“Looks like we have ourselves an old-fashioned standoff here, Honeybee”. He told you stoically as he kept his eyes on you. If he was at all anxious, he didn’t show it.

“Sure seems that way” you smiled back. 

The two of you remained still, pistols drawn and cautiously trained on each other. Both waiting to see what the other was going to do.

“Maybe you should put that down and come with me, Honey” Lee said softly.

His voice was smooth like molasses. Not like the other cops you knew. And you’d known many. You were intrigued by him, most of the rookies you got your hands on either trembled like schoolboys or went in too aggressively as if trying to overcompensate. Lee…he just seemed…interested? Amused?

Maybe you were interested, too.

You shook your head. “Sorry Lee, you know I can’t do that” you sighed. 

“I know Honey…but the boys are outside with your friends right now, roundin’ them up…and it’ll be better for you to come quiet. Don’t you think?”

You grinned. “I never come quiet, Deputy Bodecker”.

He just snickered at your double entendre. “You’re a piece of work, aren’t ya?”

You shrugged at him teasingly. 

“I meant it” he continued. “If you come willingly, it’ll look better for you. The judge might go easy on ya. You could tell him you were coerced…vulnerable…just a girl who got caught up in the wrong crowd and didn’t know what she was doin’. It happens all the time”.

A hollow laugh escaped you. “Nice try, Lee. But do you really think the judge and jury are gonna buy that the girl firing at cop cars during high-speed chases is vulnerable and clueless?”

“Mm. Worth a shot” he snickered again and narrowed his eyes.

“They’ll be okay, my gang. They always are. They’re slippery”.

“Oh, I don’t doubt that…but they only need to slip up once. Hubris is dangerous, Honey.”

“Don’t worry about me, Lee”.

“Well, I am worried. You strike me as the kind of girl who didn’t have no one worryin’ ‘bout her for a long time” he told you.

Your breath hitched. You knew this was a common cop tactic, them trying to empathise with you and lure you in with empty platitudes about how well they ‘know’ you…but his insight caught you off guard for a second just the same. You shook it off.

“I have Billy. And the gang. I do just fine” you replied curtly.

Lee nodded, studying you carefully. He kept the gun trained on you as his eyes bore into yours. “Mmm…if you say so, Honey. But I’ve met a lot of Billys in my time, and we both know he wouldn’t hesitate to sell you down the river if it meant saving his own ass. So maybe you should get the jump on him”.

That stung. You loved Billy, and he loved you too. This cop didn’t know you. Either of you. He knew nothing about you or what Billy would do for you. What you’d do for each other! He was just another pig.

Your face became an ugly scowl.

Lee watched, realising he’d pushed you too far. He felt a twinge of regret, not just at losing the opportunity to take a member of the infamous Cypress gang into the station, but strangely, he also didn’t like that he’d upset you.

“I told you, Bodecker, I do just fine” you told him angrily.

Before he had a chance to respond you fired the pistol, sending a warning shot into the wooden doorframe just above his head. He flinched and recoiled at the sound, and you took that moment of confusion to speed out of the front door.

Lee regained his composure and yelled after you, breaking into a run and pursuing you. He sprinted with his gun in hand just in time to see that damned VW bus belt it out of the property, with you sliding agilely inside through one of the windows.

The Cypress gang were loose once again.

Lee stood helplessly as Finlay and the squad approached behind him, some muttering obscenities and radio-ing back to the station. A couple of cruisers catapulted out of the driveway to follow the bus, but they all knew they were licked. Finlay clamped a paternal hand onto Lee’s back, assuring him that he’d get them next time.

Lee just nodded, staring thoughtfully out to the road.

That was the first time you met.

*

You met lots of times after that day.

Sometimes during busts. Sometimes on the road. Once even during a bank robbery. You and the gang always manage to evade them in the end, but there had been some close calls.

You and Lee always exchanged little looks or nods when you found yourself together again. Small waves. Eventually pleasantries. One time Lee surprised you in a barn you were laying low in after a particularly tiresome chase. He pinned you down against the dirt and the hay and you gasped a little at the feeling of his weight on you as he held you down and told you to be a good girl. You did your best to ignore the surge of electricity it sent through you. He even got one of the cuffs on you before you headbutted him and managed to speed away. Later, Cosmo had to cut them off using a saw and a file he’d stolen from a carpenter. Not your finest hour.

It was always nice to see him. You would feel a weird tingle in your stomach when he appeared. You’d find yourself searching the faces of cops during any showdowns and you’d feel a strange relief when you found him. You knew these feelings couldn’t mean anything good. You knew you had to move beyond it. But you couldn’t help yourself. As time rolled on you saw Lee grow from a rookie to eventually becoming Finlay’s right-hand man. He held himself more confidently, moving with more authority than before. His middle had softened, and his cheeks filled out as he rose through the ranks, but that was okay. He was still handsome, and there was something about his sturdiness that you liked.

You once had a blazing argument with Billy about him putting his own needs above the gang’s…it seemed to be happening more and more…and you’d stormed off to the gas station across from the sleazy motel you were staying in, eyes brimming with tears and jaw clenching in anger. You thought about how tiring this way of life was, how weary you were becoming.

You’d grown up with nothing, drifting between orphanages and group homes without so much as a doll of your own. You’d grown hard and distrustful, careful not to let anyway get too close lest they leave you again. You became tough, taking no shit from the other kids and establishing yourself as a figure not to be messed with. You stole from grocery stores to subsidise the measly food portions you were given, and that graduated to stealing more – a comb from the pharmacy, a make-up compact, a radio from the electronics store…and, eventually, cars. You found it all quite easy. You just had to push down any guilt you felt and remind yourself that you were the only person you could rely on.

You’d met Billy after you tried to pick his pocket on the street. Rather than turn you in, he pointed out where you’d gone wrong. You had thought he was beautiful with his blonde hair and intense eyes. He’d taken you under his wing and you followed him gladly. Of course you fell in love with him, how could you not? It was as if someone was seeing you for the first time, someone who saw the ugliness within you but didn’t flinch – if anything he welcomed it. He taught you everything he knew and introduced you to the others, and thus the gang was born. You had a warm bed every night, even if you moved around a lot, plus your belly was always full and you always had money in your pocket. Never before had these things been your reality. Yes, some of the stuff you got up to made you queasy, you remember the first time you’d shot a man and the sickening thwump of the bullet as it pierced his skin, but he was coming straight for you and it was you or him. And that’s what you told yourself. It was them or you. And you had to survive.

Billy had saved you and it was your job to save him too. So you looked out for him, had his back. You learnt to shoot and you got good at it, too. As long as you had each other you would be okay.

But after that argument, as you marched into the gas station with your heart pounding, you wondered if you were cut out for this life. Sometimes you questioned if you should just turn yourself in and give it all up. Hope for a sympathetic judge like Lee said. Jail would be tough but at least you wouldn’t have to keep running.

But it was too late. You’d gone too far now.

As you paid for a soda you caught a glimpse of yourself on the Wanted poster displayed behind the register. Billy’s was next to yours, then the others along from his. Fortunately, your hair looked a little different now and the picture quality wasn’t great. Still, you could never be too careful. You pulled your hat down and disappeared back out into the night. A ghost, like always.

*

Lee was dealing with his own confusing feelings. You were a felon, the opposite of everything his job stood for. It was his job to catch people like you and put them away, to protect the world from your kind. So why couldn’t he stop thinking about you? He so enjoyed the cat and mouse game with you, the excitement of catching you off guard and seeing the mischief across your face. As much as he wanted to capture you, he knew he would be slightly disappointed when that day came because it would be over. Strangely, he knew he’d miss you. Plus, the chase had ignited something in him, something primal and predatory. That day in the barn when he caught you, trapping you between his thighs as he watched the ‘o’ of surprise on your face as you realised, he’d bested you. He watched the glimmer of excitement in your eyes when he told you to be good. He felt the warmth of your body beneath him and imagined what it would be like to feel you properly. His rational mind screamed at him to stay away but he couldn’t help himself. Like a moth to a flame, you brought him back every time.

Of course, everything must end.

*

The shoot-out at Manville’s Farm had been bad. Really bad.

The cops had cornered you there after a robbery went wrong, it wasn’t a good spot to hide out, but it was the only option. Cosmo had been killed in the chaos and Violet had been captured. There was nothing you could’ve done to help them.

You and Billy were cornered in a woodshed, and you were bleeding from a bullet wound in your leg which you’d poorly dressed with a handkerchief. Billy was clutching onto the suitcase of cash he’d salvaged and was staring at it as if it held the answer to all your prayers. Things had been tough between you for a while now. You knew he was pulling away from you.

“Billy…” you uttered meekly.

“Shut UP, Honeybee” he barked. “I’m trying to think…”

He didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence as you both heard the heavy steps outside drawing closer. You exchanged a look, and you knew this was it. At least you’d go down together.

You turned to reach for his hand but to your horror he leapt to his feet and began to climb to the little window at the back of the shed.

“Billy!” you squeaked, unable to grasp the betrayal as he shimmied himself through the gap.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry…Really, I am…” he shot you a glance of regret and then he was gone.

You gawped at the window in horror, your heart in so much pain you thought it would burst. A few moments later you heard a wail of pain somewhere in the distance followed by a series of curses, but you didn’t have time to really react before the door swung open. You already knew who it would be.

“Hi Lee” you said glumly.

He stood in the doorway with his hands on his hips, eyeing you carefully. At the very least, you were glad it was him who would be taking you away. He looked handsome, as always. His hair was shorter. His middle a little wider. But he was still Lee.

“That must smart” he said quietly as he looked to the wound on your leg. “Guess that’s why you ain’t runnin’ no more”.

You nodded.

“But I’m guessing Lover Boy abandoning you hurt even more”.

Your eyes filled with tears, and you nodded again.

He sighed, dropping to his knees and tenderly moving some hair from your face. He moved to reveal Billy’s suitcase of cash behind him, giving it a tap.

“If it helps…we got him”.

You scoffed. He betrayed you, and for what? To suffer the same fate anyway? What a waste. All of it had been a waste.

“He got caught in a bear trap Old Man Manville had put out to catch the stray dogs who go after his livestock. He’ll live, just in a lot of pain. The boys are with him now waitin’ on a medic. They’re all so excited to have caught Billy the Kid that the heat’s off you for now, Honey”.

“Idiot” you scoffed. Although the fact he suffered was a small comfort to you.

“So…it’s finally time huh?” he said kindly, his voice softening.

“I guess so” you said tearfully. “I’m sorry, Lee”.

“It’s okay, Honey” he cooed. “You’re okay”.

“I just…I don’t want to do it anymore. You know? I’m so tired…”

He nodded. “Well…you don’t have to, not anymore”.

“Can I tell you something, Lee?” you whispered.

“Anything, Honeybee”.

“It’s silly but…I sometimes dream about having a normal life. You know? Just being somebody’s wife…somebody’s mother. Keeping a home. Living simple. Is that dumb?”

He shook his head. “Not at all, Honey. I think that’s what most of us want”.

You both sat in the silence for a little while before he sighed.

“You know…I been offered a job over in Knockemstiff, Meade. Few hundred miles from here. They want me to be their Sheriff” he told you.

You furrowed your brow, unsure what this had to do with you. “Uh…okay”.

He took your hand, gingerly.

“Honeybee…come with me”.

You scoffed in disbelief. “What??”

“You heard me. Come with me. Marry me. Start that normal life you’ve always wanted…”

You laughed out loud. This had to be some weird joke. But you looked into his deep blue eyes, and he wasn’t laughing. He stood once more, his hands on his belt buckle as he watched you with utter sincerity.

“I can take care of things here” he said gravely. “You can start over. Both of us can. Nobody will ever know. We’ll be far enough away from anyone who might recognise you”.

You blinked at him. “You’re…serious?”

“I’ll take care of you, Honey. I know we don’t know each other well, yet, but we can. I think…I know…we can be happy”.

“I don’t…what? We…We can’t”.

“You know we can. You feel our connection. I feel it too”.

He must be insane. But clearly you were just as insane as him because you found yourself actually considering it.

“If I did…if we did this…they’d find me…”

“They wouldn’t. I’d make sure of it.”

You shook your head in disbelief.

“Even if we could…I’ve done bad shit, Lee. Real bad. Don’t you want a nice little wife who knows how to make a good casserole? Not some crazy bitch who knows how to hot wire a car”.

He laughed. “No. I want the crazy bitch”.

You scoffed again. “And even if I agree…how do you know I won’t just run out on you?”

“You won’t” he said confidently.

“I…I’m not a good person, Lee”.

And then he leaned over and kissed you. And you kissed him back. And the world was still for a moment. Your leg didn’t hurt and your heart wasn’t broken and you felt alive and right. He held your face as his tongue found yours and his big hands clung to your waist and everything sang, and everything lit up and something within you awoke in a way it never had with Billy. You found yourself clinging to Lee and never wanting to let go. There was something safe, just something right about it all.

Maybe it was because you were crazy. Maybe it was because it was the only option other than jail. Maybe because your heart ached from Billy’s betrayal. Maybe it was because you and Lee kept finding your way back to each other. And maybe it would just be nice for someone else to take care of you for once.

As you pulled away, you held his face in your hands and told him your real name.

And you said yes.

*

And so the story goes that the notorious Honeybee of the Cypress gang died that day. She hid in a woodshed on the Manville property which unfortunately exploded when she lit a match for a cigarette without spotting the leaking gas can just a few feet away. They didn’t find much of her, just her jacket and her shoes and not much else. A tragic end to the troubled runaway, who got caught up in the wrong crowd after her difficult childhood. So much promise, snuffed out in an instant. She would later become a cautionary tale told to wayward girls threatening to go off the rails – don’t end up like the poor, tragic Honeybee!

Sheriff Lee Bodecker moved to Meade shortly after his success with the Cypress bust and subsequent investigation of Honeybee’s death. He married a pretty, young woman he met at a diner, and the two became pillars of the community. A few years later they were reportedly expecting their first child, and happier than ever.

*

Present Day…

You heard the men coming up the stairs and you knew it was time.

Here’s hoping you remembered some of your old tricks…

*

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! I had great fun with it. As always I'm grateful for any reblogs or comments ❤️

[kydrogendragon]

Bees? Bees!

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Lmao, literally everyone has asked for bees xD Alrighty, tagging @pluckyyoungdonna and @introvertbibliophile since y'all asked for bees as well.

This was a Febuwhump prompt I hadn't finished, but was very excited for. The premise being that there was an old tradition for beekeepers that if the beekeeper (or family of the beekeeper) passed away, one was supposed to knock on the hive and let them know, otherwise the bees wouldn't be able to process their grief and the hive would fail.

So this takes place post The Wake in a version where Dream and Hob grew very close (whether in a relationship or not, up to you).

Hob walks out into the back garden of his home in the countryside. The flowers were in bloom, the small patch of bush beans and tomatoes and peppers and a scattering of other vegetables they had planted together were flourishing. Their leaves were strong and hardy. Their fruit, plump and shiny. Hob still remembers Dream kneeling beside him, his fingers trailing through the dirt on the cloudy spring day. He’d just started this new life a year back and had wanted to return to his roots some. Plus, food prices kept going up and it was satisfying to eat what you’ve grown with hard work. He had planned to make a dinner for the two of them with the harvest of their garden. The sun is shining bright and the air is sticky warm with humidity. It’s far too nice of a day for this. There should be rain, he thinks. Dream would have found it thematic. He dips into the storage shed at the edge of the gate and pulls the veiled hat over his head. He wouldn’t need the whole outfit, not for what he’s doing. He’s got jeans and a long sleeved shirt on as is. It’ll do. Besides, it’s not like he can die, right? The beehive sits inside a ring of wildflowers. Dream had planted those. Said they came from the dreams of the bees themselves. Hob had laughed, said they were going to have the most spoiled bees this side of the Thames. The flowers have wilted now—the only sign of decay amongst the thriving summer life. Hob tries not to cry. Clusters of honeybees dance around the wooden box, waggling with their pollen coated legs, talking in dance to their sisters. Dream had spent hours out here when they’d first gotten the hive set-up. He says their patterns and movements reminded him of the movements of early star’s dreams and the nightmares of some alien race Hob’s never heard of. (In fact, that was the first time he’d learned that aliens are also real.) He kneels beside the hand painted wood, trailing his fingers across the sun-worn black paint of two ravens—one much more realistic than the other. Dream had drawn the first one. A small raven with a white breast. Jessamy, Hob had learned. He’d heard her name, heard her story. Now he knew what she looked like. Matthew, who’d been enjoying the bird seed left out for the natives, cawed that he deserved a spot on the box as well, so Hob had done his best to make a decent rendition of him beside Jessamy. The smaller, fine brushstrokes of Dream’s hand over his own painting—refining it, bringing life and shape to the black blob—still remain.

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Runaway (modern!HOTD): chapter 2

Summary: Growing up to be Helaena Targaryen's best friend naturally meant to become friends with her brothers as well, especially Aemond. Since your early childhood you spent more time at the Targaryen household than at your own home. Always on the road with your mother and your younger brother you never settled anywhere, always seeming to run away from something, until you finally moved to King's Landing and everything felt right for the first time in years.

But some things unfortunately never change and at the age of 13 you see yourself forced to move away once more.

7 years later you come back to King's Landing, facing truths and feelings long buried..

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Chapter warnings: sliiiight angst, swear words

Getting into college wasn't as easy as you always imagined. You had applied to 5 colleges already and only received negative replies so far. You sighed deeply, staring at the screen of your laptop. There was only one college that you didn't dare applying to so far: King's Landing College. Helaena and you used to dream about attending college together, maybe even share a flat, being inseperable. But life had other plans for you as it seemed..

You had several arguements with your mother about the topic of attending a college already "We didn't move away for a reason" she said with concern but there was also that kind of sadness in her eyes again. "What do you expect me to do? Just doing one lousy job after another in a shitty small town? Sorry, mom, but I am not you..". The words slipped out of your mouth before you knew it and you regretted them immediately "Sorry..I.." you started to say but your mother just sighed, defeatedly. "I can't protect you forever.." she said absentmindedly. "Protect from what mom? There is nothing you have to protect me from" you said in confusion and she looked at you with a tired, almost exhausted smile "You should better start applying by now, or soon they won't have any free spaces left". With that she turned and left the room.

"Oh fuck it" you said to yourself and started applying to King's Landing college, not expecting anything at all anyways.

"Dinner is ready" your mother shouted from the living room and just as you finished your application you headed out to get some food.

It's been 7 years since you left King's Landing in a hurry.

You remember the shocked faces of your friends that were almost like a second family to you.

Your mom gave you some time to say goodbye to everyone. Helaena sobbed into your shoulder and clung onto you so tightly you had troubles not just breaking down into her arms. Alicent smiled warmly at you but there was a sadness into her eyes that you wouldn't forget.

Aegon hugged you shortly but tightly and you parted with a nod.

And Aemond..oh Aemond. He looked at you with wide eyes, his skin even whiter than usual and his lips drawn into a tight line. You gulped visibly and stood in front of him awkwardly. Just when you thought he would simply turn around and leave he did the most unexpected thing: he hugged you, he hugged you tightly. You could feel tears prickling in your eyes and your breath hitching in your throat. He looked at you with an expression that you could not quite decipher. "Take care honeybee.." he said so quietly that only you could hear it and you swore you could feel your heart shatter. Before you knew it, you kissed his cheek softly and felt him momentarily stiffening and when you looked at him again his face was full of unreadable emotions.

"..and then he said I could ask him that again tomorrow. Y/n? Y/n are you even listening?" your mother said, a concerned look on her face.

You fumbled around with the bee pendant of your necklace and stared at her blankly "Sorry what?" you said and heard your brother giggle at that. "Are you allright?" your mother asked, now seriously concerned "Uh yeah sure..Just not very hungry. College stuff and all, y'know" you murmured and then excused yourself, heading back into your room.

You let yourself fall on the bed with your back. A big sigh left your lips and you closed your eyes.

Three days later you woke up with a headache, the sun just started to rise. Groggily you got up and went to check for any letters. You were so sure already to not find any anyways when you noticed a single letter in the mailbox. You opened it and your eyes almost popped out of your head: You had been accepted. You had been accepted to King's Landing college.

You swallowed the lump in your throat which you hadn't even noticed before.

After 7 years you would go back. You would see the forest again, the beautiful oldtown..and them. The Targaryens. Would they even want to see you? Did they still live in King's Landing? What if they hated you for leaving? Especially Helaena and..Aemond. You sighed heavily and felt a tear roll down your cheek as you sat down on the couch. "Honeybee, breakfast is r-..what is it sweetheart?" your mother asked and sat next to you, softly taking your hand in hers "I..I have been accepted to college" you said quietly. She nodded "Where?" "King's Landing.." you almost whispered back and you could hear her sigh softly. "I am sure you will be the best of your class" she said and you looked at her "Mom.." "Darling, you cannot stay with me forever, I know that. For gods sake, you are 20 years old. Go and live your life, make bad decisions, have fun..as I said, I can't protect you forever" she said softly but her brows furrowed in concern. "Protect me from what, mom? What are we running away from for so many years anyways?" you pleaded "There are just people that..aren't good in this world. Promise me just that you will stay in contact with me when you are at college" she said, avoiding your questions as per usual. You sighed defeatedly "Of course I will mom.."

A week later there you stood. The gates to King's Landing college greeting you with all its glory. You took a deep breath and went inside.

The yard was already filled with dozens of students, loud chatter filling the air.

You made your way through the crowds, feeling slightly anxious. Crowds of strangers always scared you and the only person who could ever calm you down was Helaena. You sighed deeply and started to look around for the entrance when you suddenly bumped into someone "Fuck sorry I didn't see you there.." you started to stutter when you looked into a pair of eyes. One blue like the ocean, the other with a white shimmer. "Ae- Aemond?" your eyes slightly widened in disbelief, it felt like all your breath had been sucked out from your lungs. He looked at you, no, stared at you for what felt like an eternity before he finally said "You gotta be fucking joking" and then he turned around and stormed off. And everything around you started to spin.

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I just submitted the “Eskel’s lover meets the wolves” request, but stepdad Eskel could be cute, too. His partner has a child and, though he assumes the little one will be terrified of him, but it turns out little kids love swords and monster stories. Or, completely unrelated, but Eskel with a higher vampire. As always, love your writing. Keep up the great work 💖

Honeybee

A/N: Thank you as always for your wonderful requests! Getting in the mood for this was so fun and I hope you enjoy it!

Pairing: Eskel x Reader

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: very briefly edited, anxiety (from Eskel)

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Eskel first met you in the glowing warmth of the spring. You were all alone out there in your field of blooming flowers, tending to your beehives and gathering honey you. The wind kicked up and made your hair flutter lightly in the breeze and that was when Eskel's breath was simply taken from him. You smelled like sweet earth amongst the flowers and honey and Eskel couldn't help but be drawn in. 

Careful steps through the wild meadow found Eskel's heart beating faster and faster as he approached. For reasons he could not yet explain, just being near you made him more nervous than any monster. Maybe its because he had no plan with you? He knew how to deal with basilisks and echinops and the like, but you? He was lost when it came to you. 

He came up on steps far too quiet for you to hear, let alone with the buzzing all around you, so when you heard “Um… Hello” from right behind you, you jumped nearly a foot in the air, a small yelp escaping you. 

“Oh sweet Melitele, you scared me…” you laughed out as you turned to face him, your hand pressed against your rapidly beating heart. Your smile was bright and easy, even as your eyes moved over the scars running down his face. Your expression remained steady as you looked over the broad shouldered man, his amber eyes and handsome face making your brain move slow as if it was trying to run through honey. 

“Sorry, I didn’t meat to I just-” Eskel paused as he thought of a valid excuse “ - you sell Honey right? I could smell it from the road, I’d love to buy some if you don't mind.” he offered, happy that you didn’t know him well enough yet to see how awkward you made him. 

You laughed again as you nodded, “Yeah, I do.. I’ll tell you what, if you can help me out for a bit, I’d be happy to give you that honey for free. My usual  helper is out with her aunt and uncle for a week or so and I’m struggling to keep up my usual pace.”

“Your usual helper?” Eskel asked, already rolling up his sleeves to help. 

“My daughter Mene. Its just us running the apiary now, and though she’s usually just playing in the flowers and eating my stores, she did help out here and there.” you explained and waved him on to the next beehive to show him what you needed him to do. 

A small smile slipped onto his lips as he watched you closely. See Eskel loved kids, part of him always thought that maybe in another life- a non-witcher life- that he would have kids of his own. The only problem? Kids don’t exactly like him, or his face more specifically. The long twisted scars that moved like jagged mountains across his face and the cold light citrine of his eyes usually scared kids and their parents alike. 

“How old is she?” he asked, wanting to hear more of the smile that lingered in your words and you were more than happy to oblige. 

“She’ll be 6 summers old as the season changes. Smarter than a whip and more curious than a cat.” you grinned as you showed Eskel how to collect the honey and wax while he smoked them out for you. You talked pleasantly with Eskel while he helped you work for a short while, happy to have another's company and smile for even a little while. 

You and Eskel had an instant connection from then on out, quickly becoming something far more close than friends. However, with Eskel's job and the need to find contracts to support himself, it meant he couldn’t properly meet Mene as quickly as he had hoped. Though now, with a break between contracts he’s finally able to catch you two at a good enough time to meet. 

Eskel would be lying if he said he wasn’t terrified as he walked up the stone path to your door. He saw the love in your eyes when you talked about Mene, and he knew that if she didn’t like you… well, you two would simply have to go your separate ways. You had assured him time and time again that Mene would absolutely love you, but fear still nibbled away at the edges of his mind.

He knocked on the door, tentative as he shifted his weight from side to side. 

“Whose that?” he heard a small voice call from inside, innocence and curiosity bubbling from her every pore. 

“Ah, its a very exciting visitor, dear… let’s go meet them at the door. Come on- oh, wipe your face first.” He heard you urge your daughter as a muffled grunt of displeasure came after. Quick small feet ran to the front door and pulled it open as you followed up behind her. 

Eskel smiled as he saw her; she had your exact same yes, no doubt about that, even her nose was the same. “ Mene, this Is Eskel. You remember I told you about the Witcher in town?”

But Mene didn’t respond, she was too distracted looking at the most interesting person she had ever seen in her short life. Her eyes were as wide as dinner plates and her mouth hung open as she took in the double swords strapped to his back, the scars covering his face and his eyes… warm and golden like the honey she loved so much. 

“ Uh… Hello, Mene… I’ve heard a lot about you.” Eskel tried, kneeling down closer to her level. He stifled his growing smile as she reached out to touch the small spikes adorning his shoulders, her eyes still filled with childlike wonder. 

“You’re so cool…” She whispered, her agape mouth pulling into a wide grin that Eskel couldn’t help but reflect. 

“I told you she’d like you.“ you remarked as you nudged Eskel, leading Mene outside so you could check the hives.  

It started with Eskel and Mene helping you out, the large smoker looking even bigger in your daughters small hands. But after endless questioning Eskel decided to finally just sit in the flowers with her and answer all that he could. 

“What’s the biggest monster you fought? Was it a flying one? I like the flying ones- have you ever fought a dragon? I think they would be so amazing, but also really scary. Do dragons scare you too Mr. Eskel?” Mene rambled on, interrupting her train of thought again and again as better questions sprang to mind. She laid back against him, leaning into Eskel who had now fully laid down to enjoy the sun and her curiosity. 

He did the best he could to answer, but even he forgot some of the questions as they shot out rapidly. You surely weren't joking when you said she was far more curious than a cat. 

“And why do you carry two swords? Is one for monsters and one for fun or are both for monsters? Can you teach me how to use a sword? I wanna learn the fun one- no the monster one and I promise promise promise I wont swing it in the house or around the hives.”

You laughed as you came over, finished with your checks and now happy to lay beside your beloved Witcher and daughter. The warm sun melted into warmth as the two of you lay side by side, your hand reaching over to interlock with his. 

“I hope you love her, Eskel.” you said as you tilted your head to look at him, already knowing full well that he did, “ because she’s never gonna leave your side now… and neither am I.”

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Solar Character Ref

He/him; 5'7; regresses as old as 7 and as young as 3 (tends to stick to the younger age range now), goes nonverbal when especially upset

All flat teeth, no fangs.

Has a crack in his faceplate over his left eye from where his Moon hit him. His left eye is also damaged from his Moon forcibly removing it once, he had to put it back in himself.

Right eye is white with black pupil, left eye has black sclera and a gold pupil. He has difficulty seeing clearly through his damaged eye, so he sometimes has to turn his head to see things better.

Body is covered in various dings and dents. Some from the kids, some from Midnight...

No paws or claws.

Practices witchcraft, identifies as pagan.

Poppy called him bumble, bumblebee, and honeybee. Sun calls him bug when he's regressed.

The body he was put into is a basic solar model. It's orange, but everything about it was initially simple and basic. He gave himself upgrades that allow him to run off of a single charge for days at a time.

Has arthritis in his hands. Not only due to past physical trauma, but also from working nonstop on various projects. He wears his gloves to not only increase his grip strength and protect his hands, but to also mitigate some of the sensory overload he experiences.

Head of maintenance and had to run the daycare all by himself while in his own dimension.

I haven't explicitly said if he has autism (I left that up to interpretation since I don't want to misrepresent it), but he does have sensory processing disorder. He can't stand loud noises, bright lights, or just general over-stimulation (Yeah. Running the daycare was not great...)

"Ya weren't supposed to see that..." "He's...he's gone? Don't we have a backup? Or maybe we can restore his systems!" "No, come on. You don't have time to be sick right now. You're just tired. You're just tired." "Watch over these toys fer Papa, they're really special to 'im. An' I need someone big an' strong ta watch 'em and keep 'em safe. Can ya do that?"

Relationships with:

Sun: Solar still has days where he looks at Sun and sees his own Sun. In fact, when he crashes into regression (because this guy almost never willingly does), he still sees Sun as his Poppy. Not being able to see well out of one eye doesn't help things. But him and Sun get along well! He and Solar have mandated self-care days together, Harvest sometimes joins, and they all have tea together and unwind.

Moon: He and Moon get along really well. They spend a lot of time together engineering and working on tech. But every once in a while, Solar has to remind himself of where he is and who he's with. This isn't his Moon. He knows it.... When he regresses, he sometimes can't be anywhere near Moon. Other times, he wants 'Mama' (and who is Moon to deny him?).

Harvest: Like Harvest and Moon, Solar and Moon spend time together just sitting and watching the chaos. Harvest is trying to teach him how to knit, and he's slowly starting to pick it up.

Bloody: You would think that Solar wouldn't get along well with Bloody because of how high energy he is. On the contrary, Solar is drawn to it and you can find him tossing balls of yarn for him (much to Sun's chagrin, those are his 100% WOOL SKEINS-). Bloody is on the opposite end of the sensory spectrum; where Solar tends to be overstimulated, Bloody seeks out stimulation. But that means that Bloody has plenty of stim toys and things he can share with Solar. Bloody also likes to curl up on Solar's lap for head scratches.

Lunar: Solar tends to either be getting Lunar out of trouble or encouraging the chaos. Solar saw him when they first met and immediately adopted him. Yeah, no, he'll gladly take over watching Lunar every time he's regressed from now on, thanks. Solar is like an older brother to Lunar, and they regularly play Minecraft together.

Kill Code: Solar isn't really sure what to think of Kill Code. He's honestly still confused how he exists, but he doesn't question it too much. As long as he doesn't hurt his family friends, he'll just keep an eye on him...

Past Relationships:

Poppy: Poppy was immediately accepting of him when he first came to be. They worked out a system that allowed both of them to have control of the body at different times. They were also Solar's primary caregiver, especially when Midnight and Poppy had their disagreement. They did their very best to keep Solar from seeing Midnight's true colors and their frequent arguments, but they weren't able to. Poppy was the one to teach Solar witchcraft and herbalism, and Solar still strives to make them proud of him...

Midnight: Solar learned a lot of what he knows about mechanics and engineering from his Moon. He didn't realize his true colors for a long time because Poppy kept it hidden from him so well. Until that point, Midnight was his other caregiver and Solar even called him Mama.

Midnight is the one that caused the majority of Solar's damage. He sometimes didn't even state a reason for when he'd 'punish' him, he'd just grab him and hurt him. Solar prefers to do his own repairs, he doesn't trust anyone else to really do them.

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Can we get a Poppy Playtime tale where the reader who has a sword on hand at all times & has a Catbee buddy who helps them w/directions(honeybees can sense magnetic fields & know that way) meeting Bunzo and helping him escape Mommy Longlegs? At first they fear him until they hear his distress and come back sword drawn, ready & willing to fight Longlegs if necessary. They're quiet but patch him up and become more chatty after, often singing or petting him & their Catbee to calm down when stressed

"Y-You know it's not too late to turn back! Forget the train! Forget Poppy!”

"Catbee, we didn’t come this far just to give up now.”

"...good point. Nevermind~!" Humming a tune, Catbee hovered close to you, watching your surroundings carefully as you both headed down into Musical Memory.

It’s not like either of you had a choice. Mommy Long Legs was determined to make you play her stupid games in exchange for the train code, giving you no other alternative. But you were glad you weren’t doing this all alone and found a friend in a Catbee.

Turns out, she was a living one who survived the massacre here and was in hiding ever since. Then you came along with a sword (knowing all sorts of defensive maneuvers) in your hand and a grabpack on your back. You can never be too safe, so you came to this factory well-prepared.

You were slowly starting to understand what happened here. It began making sense why Catbee and many others like her were leaking blood. And as sickening as the truth was, it only hardened your determination to find a way to end all of this. You just needed more answers.

But it seems you’ve gotten more than you bargained for, as you narrowly escaped the clutches of the feral Huggy Wuggy.

Since that encounter, you were paranoid about what else could be lurking here. But fortunately, Catbee was a huge help. She was able to mimic a real-life honeybee’s “internal compass” that allowed them to find their hives.

In this situation there was no hive, but she could help you navigate through the factory and alert you of danger in all directions.

It made you wonder if honeybee DNA was incorporated into her creation, though it wouldn’t surprise you given this company’s unethical practices. Obviously you weren’t gonna ask her that either.

Now you’ll be one step ahead of that blue beast in case he showed up again. When you expressed this to Catbee, she hoped and prayed that she wouldn’t see his face and those horrible jagged teeth anymore.

Turns out, he was the reason all those other Catbee toys were in torn apart.

Your nerves might’ve been made of steel, but even that new information was most uncomfortable to hear.

For now though, only the threats of Mommy and whatever toys lurked in these games hung over your heads. 

So you moved on, focusing on the mission at-hand.

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Your first stop was a room full of machinery, where you needed to make a green grabpack palm that could apparently carry electrical charges for a short time. Catbee helped you with the process and soon both of you were on your way to the game arena.

You were startled by the presence of Bunzo directly above you, drawing your sword out of reflex as he bared his sharp teeth. Though you noticed the presence of Mommy within the observation window, overseeing everything, and put your weapon away.

She was a stickler to the rules. You didn’t want to anger her and risk anything happening to Catbee. She already snatched Poppy away from you when you least expected it.

So you played Musical Memory, with your feline companion to assist in case you accidentally forgot a color or symbol. It was growing increasingly unfair, especially when more buttons were thrown into the mix.

When Round 5 started, Mommy more or less cheated by giving you an impossible pattern, but you “won” after striking the cease button rotating around the arena. Fortunately she gave you part of the code just for doing a good job, and the swapimal flew up to grab it from her hand, swiftly returning to you.

“Hey! It’s me!” She giggled as you looked at the card, noticing Catbee’s image.

With a small nod, you pocketed it and left, realizing you had to take an alternate path out. She did feel bad for leaving Bunzo behind, though you were just glad to finally be done with this game.

That rabbit gave you the creeps. You wanted to get out of there as soon as possible and didn’t dare look back.

Or at least..not until you heard faint crashing and screaming sounds coming from the game area.

Throwing away all sense of self-preservation in that moment, you immediately ran back with your sword drawn and Catbee frantically chasing after you. She panicked at why you were suddenly changing your mind and running towards the danger.

But soon she saw why.

Bunzo’s fur and blood were all over the platform, buttons were broken, and Mommy was looming over him with anger, her own fists bloody. She was screaming at him, extending her hand to snatch him by the throat-

Only to be intercepted by another hand. A green one.

Confused, she looked to see you have returned, gasping as the tip of a sword was pointed mere inches from her face. “Why you...you DARE threaten Mommy?!!” She snapped. “What do you want?! I already gave you the code! You’re not getting the rest until you-!”

“Let Bunzo go.”

She was silent for a heartbeat, before scoffing at your demand. “Why do you suddenly care about this miserable little rabbit?”

“B-Because..he’s our friend!” Catbee growled, fluttering over to the bloodied bunny to shield him. “We’ll play your other games. Just please spare him. It’s the game’s fault for breaking! Not his! He doesn’t deserve this!”

You nodded in agreement, glaring at the pink toy with seriousness.

Eventually, she relented. “Fine. He’s useless to me now. But next time you point sharp objects at Mommy...you’ll be sorry.” She snarled at you, before leaving the arena.

With her finally gone, you sheathed your sword and knelt down beside Catbee, who was hugging a sobbing and wounded Bunzo. You watched her console him for a few moments, purring quietly to help him calm down, before you cleared your throat.

Her antennae perked up, remembering they had to leave, and she helped him stand up. “C’mon. We can help you.”

“I-I’m so sorry,” he sniffled, leaving his cymbals on the floor. “I never wanted this!! I didn’t wanna hurt anyone! Sh-She made me!!!”

“I don’t blame you. Let’s just get out of here.” You ushered the two of them out of the arena, not wanting to stick around in case Mommy changed her mind.

Bunzo was afraid that you were still mad at him, though Catbee explained that you were usually quiet. But even so, he didn’t talk much to either of you until you were out of Musical Memory and somewhere safer, where you found a supply closet with tape.

It would have to do as a substitute for bandages. So you and Catbee got to work patching up his wounds and sewing a new eye on him. The biggest challenge was stitching the gash on his back thanks to the cable that was once attached to him being ripped out.

While you were fixing that, you were quietly singing a song to soothe the traumatized rabbit, letting him sit in your lap as you gently brushed his ears with a comb. You found one for Catbee’s fur, but it works all the same. The poor thing was still shaking, though your voice (as well as him petting the cat’s head) was doing a good job at helping him settle down.

To distract him, you talked about where you learned to swordfight, surprising him with how chatty you suddenly became. But he felt more comfortable talking to you now, knowing that you had a change of heart and truly wanted to save him.

Even if it meant fighting that cruel elastic woman.

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Mine

Request was for - Sephiroth + Soul mates Wing shape - NSFW

Mine

Sephiroth didn’t think he’d find his Soul mate. Particularly because he’d have to look at everyone’s back to find them. His Soul mark was a black wing on his back. Just the one on his right side. His friends, Genesis and Angel, used to tease him, say he’d need to walk into locker rooms to find his Soul mate. As time went by, the need to find his Soul mate was only growing.

It was like something inside him made him need you. His friends didn’t seem to have the same issue. When he spoke to Hojo his response was to grab a clip bord and state “interesting…”

Sephiroth responded with a “My mistake, I mean I’m hungry…” before leaving quickly.

Sephiroth in the end started to walk and walk, hoping that he’d find you. Finding himself drawn to wall market most nights. It was like a pull on his chest.

“Hey Sephiroth!”

The accent made him wince.

“Reno…” He replied with a weathered look.

“What brings you to wall market?” The Turk asked, semi interested.

The redhead draw in a drag on his cigarette and blew it out in a smoke ring. Sephiroth sighed and rolled his eyes. He didn’t need this when he was searching. He grit his teeth.

“I’m looking for someone,” He replied.

“Yeah? Who?” Reno asked, his eyes narrowing a little.

After all what business did a SOLDIER of Shinra need in wall market. Or particular who with…

“The other wing. My Soul mate. I need to find them,” Sephiroth replied, eyes wild.

Reno took a step back. He was a little creeped out. No one NEEDS to find their soul mate. He looked the silver haired man up and down, “Right… right, of course… What does your mark look like. I might know them,” he replied scratching the back of his head now wishing he’s said nothing as the SOILDER stepped closer, towering over him.

“It’s a black wing, on my right side.”

Realization crossed Reno’s face, “I know a bartender in the honeybee in who has that mark. I thought it was a tattoo.

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“Hey Y/N You have a private appointment,” Someone stated to you as you put the cloth down.

You frowned. Were they mistaken? You didn’t do that work. You just served the horny ass customers.

“Ummm? I’m sorry but I think you’ve made a mistake,” You replied laughing and continuing to clean getting ready for the night.

“Not for the price this person’s paying. Plus, he is a high VIP,” The house manager stated stepping towards you and grabbing your wrist.

“Hey, get off!” you snapped the manager dragged you from the bar.

You tried to pull back but the grip on your wrist was painfully tight. Another worker walked over to help the house manager as you struggled.

“I didn’t agree to this. Let me GO!”

You let out a cry as you were shoved through a door into a private room. Stumbling across the floor you stopped yourself from falling flat on your face. Looking up you spotted him.

Sephiroth

The silver haired SOLDIER.

His coat was already off, bare chest on show. He rubbed his chin with a finger before getting up from his seat. Walking around you, eyes almost wild. You noted his mate mark. Identical to yours. Yours was just on the other side of your back. Your heart skipped a beat.

Was this why you were dragged here. Did he pay to see if you were his true mate? Your heart thumped faster. Was this it? Was this how you found your true mate? Could he get you out of here.

Fear turned to excitement.

“Show me your mark…” he muttered tapping your back.

You slowly removed your top, revealing the mark. He touched it, almost laughing.

“Finally… FINALLY! I’ve found you!” He cried out scooping you into his arms and holding you close.

“Please, get me out of here. I know what happens if I stay longer,” You begged.

“Oh, my princess, I wont let anything happen to you now,” He whispered, voice twisted with excitement.

His mouth clamed yours in a deep kiss. It felt right, clicking into place something that was miss placed for so long. Your legs became weak, but he held you close. His free hand working at your trousers. You moaned into the kiss. All to aware of your surroundings, yet weak to the feelings your body was giving you.

“I don’t want to do it here,” You moaned.

“We won’t I just need to claim you a little,” He replied carrying you over to the bed, “We’ll be free soon enough.”

You frowned a little confused by his behaviour, however when he pulled the rest of your clothes free your instincts went wild. Something within your body was driving you to be with your true mate.

From talks with friends and others, this was different. The need is usually just to be close, not to submit to lust.

Sephiroth knelt over you kissing your neck, hand running down your body, fingers playing with the folds between your legs. He dipped his head down to your nipples, licking and sucking them.

“Oh!” You let out hands going to his hair as your body screamed for him.

A small part was saying, you don’t know this man. The other parts were louder. This was your mate. This was meant to be.

You moaned some more as his kissing moved down towards your pussy. His lips bushing the sensitive skin before his tongue stroked the skin. The tip of his tongue flicking your clit. You gasped gripping his hair, eyes squeezing shut. It wasn’t nearly enough, but you still didn’t want to cement the bond here.

He sicked on the sensitive bud before plunging his tongue into the slick. Your body screamed for him. His scent rubbing off on you.

“Ah… Seph!” You moaned before your orgasm hit, so easy.

You panted as he worked you through it.

“Perfect. My perfect mate, my perfect princess,” he said moving up beside you, “Lets get you free of here. Lets get you home and safe to begin our rule.”

His hand stroked your hair. “Yes… yes I want this, I need this,” You replied nuzzling into him, feeling safe. Feeling the need to be with him.

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

Paint

Tubbo likes to paint. He’s always loved it, as far back as he can remember; when he was very small, barely a toddler, he’d stuff his hands into buckets of paint and smear them across the walls of his house, squealing with delight. His mother would only watch, smiling with a hand covering her mouth. Never trying to stop him. He wonders why she didn’t. He’s glad she didn’t.

As he got older, he also grew more refined—but only slightly so. He no longer buried his arms into paint buckets, and instead used the tips of his fingers to strike lines across a canvas. He’d use all sorts of colors; ones that blended together and ones that clashed, ones that calmed and ones that excited. He’d use anything and everything. He’d even tried mud, once.

And as he grew even older, his love of painting shifted to a love of other forms of art, mainly sketching. He got into the habit of always carrying around a notebook, just in case he got inspired—or perhaps very bored.

Tubbo never really considered himself a great artist, but he liked to believe that he was at least halfway decent. At the very least.

So it was that many years after Tubbo’s first adventures in painting—and many nations later as well—Tubbo found himself sitting in the living room of his house, hunched over on the couch as he uses a pencil to draw a picture in his sketchbook. In all honesty, he’s not quite sure what he’s drawing. It was originally going to be a simple honeybee, but he’d gotten carried away, adding flowers and grasses and a sky until the single honeybee became a honeybee in the midst of a sprawling field.

Tubbo likes it. It’s a bit messy, but he likes it. He hasn’t drawn anything this detailed in a while.

“What are you doing?” Ranboo, who’d been quiet up to this point, sets his book aside, leaning forwards in his chair. Tubbo glances at him in surprise, staring a moment before returning to his own book.

“Sketching.”

There’s quiet. “Sketching?”

“Yeah. Just doodling.”

More quiet. “Doodling? What’s…”

Tubbo furrows his brow. “You sound confused. What are you confused about?”

“Oh, I don’t know… I guess, like… what’s, um… what’s sketching? And doodling? I’ve never really, like, heard those words before.”

“Waitwaitwait, Ranboo.” Tubbo looks up from his book, setting his pencil into the center of it. “You don’t- have you seriously never heard of sketching? Seriously?”

Ranboo’s ears twitch as he softly clears his throat. “I don’t… think so?”

~~~

BEEDUO!!!!

Ranboo’s already clueless on Many Things including pronouns alsgoavsiagai he would also be confused over art. I think.

I’d never really thought of Tubbo as an artist before writing this, so… not too sure where that came from XD

For this ask game :)

[beachbabey]

caregiver!goose hcs

for my love; @thesluttyarchivist

This man gives you piggybacks 24/7 and loves throwing you across his shoulder and dropping you into the couch/bed

Does the airplane to feed you every single time you ask him to. 

So patient with you, and so tolerant of you doing things like poking his face and playing with his hair, even when he has paperwork and mission reports to do

You could be drawing on his face with a marker and this man will tell you you're doing a great job

He could be handed the worst picture you've ever drawn, and he would somehow be able to perfectly guess what it is. It’s a superpower.

He has a thing where he has to carry you downstairs on his hip on the mornings when you're still fuzzy from sleep

He always brushes your hair for you and if you have long hair, he plaits it before you go to sleep to make sure it’s out of your face

Calls you “kiddo” and “honeybee/honey pie” with the biggest grin on his face

He keeps a small stuffie and a paci in his car for you

Helps you do tasks when you’re feeling too small and need help, stuff like settling down for the night and getting into bed/getting up in the morning, brushing your teeth/washing your face, helping you decide what to wear etc. 

Spoils you to no end, every time he goes out, he’ll bring you something back, even something as small as a pack of your favourite candy or a little new pack of colouring pencils

Tries to be somewhat strict but just cannot enforce the rules you both have in place. He finds it too hypocritical, so on most days, he’ll let you stay up later than you probably should and gives you way too many snacks. 

Encourages you to be silly/loud/ and gently assures you that you don’t need to be ashamed of regressing. Always plays with you in the parks outside to make you feel more comfortable being regressed out of the house

@mangokitkats @sebsxphia

[youlikefanficdontyousquidward]

Still breathing 2

Mansk x Reader

Summary: Reader contemplates the ocean before it gives her a gift.

Tag list: @buzzing-honeybee

Not much Mansk in this part sorry!

“The way of water has no beginning and no end. Our hearts beat in the womb of the world. The sea is your home, before your birth and after your death. The sea gives and the sea takes. Water connects all things: life to death, darkness to light.”

So many things wash up of the beach of your home. All your life you'd been drawn back to this edge. The precipice between all you knew and a world of mysteries. Often things washed up, trinkets of other worlds beyond.

Shells from creatures you'd never seen to whole bodies of strange animals from the depths of Pandora. Your mother said that the ocean contained the heart of Eywa. That the deep cavernous stomach of her body was filled with creatures both wondrous and strange.

When you were still young, a tulkun had been beached. An injured thing that spoke in a sing song voice you couldn't understand. You'd run off and gathered the clan. It took all day and every able body to get it back into the water. Your tsahik had told you the great beast had thanked you, though later you'd heard it'd had a foul tongue. It'd spent the day cursing and lamenting its death first.

When you were older stranger things began to wash up. Odd cold things with sharp edges and bright hues. You again brought them to your now teacher and the tsahik had shook his head. Foul human artifacts he said, toss them back.

In your hidden cove you tucked them away. It was wrong maybe but you couldn't help the curiosity. Had the ocean not always delivered you treasures? It would be ungrateful to toss them back. So you pondered their strangeness in secret.

Today you wandered that blessed line of sea foam in a daze. You were an adult now and so you'd be expected to find a mate. You cursed the whole ordeal. You'd never found other people easy to understand, much preferring your own gentle solitude. You didn't dislike other people, far from it. You often felt stung by loneliness, it was just that those outside your little circle seemed so distant.

Your family and friends understood you. They didn't mind your quietness or feel the need to intrude on your alone time. Not like Txaen. He'd somehow decided you were the one for him and was perusing you with determination.

He'd seemed fine at first. Similar in age, a hunter and fisherman. He wasn't bad on the eye either. The only problem was this idea he had, that if he just pushed you a bit out of your shell that you'd change into a completely different person. The person he wanted. He was always there, talking over your peace and dismissing your feelings. "You want to come!" or "Surly you don't actually like this?" You could sense how controlling he'd be if you gave in, if you let him think for you.

You'd slipped away, savoring the silence from him. The beating waves lulling you back to the calm serenity of your life before. It wasn't like he didn't know you'd come here. You were certain he'd be along soon dragging you to some social activity you'd rather not attend.

A dark shape ahead pulled you out of your thoughts. Something had washed up again, the thought delighted you. You hurried to approach, quickening when you saw a flash of blue. A person!

You skidded to your knees on the sand. He lay with his face to the sky, huge limbs limp at his sides, tides pushing him further up the beach. He was strange. Far broader than the men of your tribe, arms thickly muscled. Though his colour and tail marked him as a forest na'vi.

You leaned you face down to his, letting your ear hover over his mouth as you watched down his chest. A weak breath fanned over your face making your ear twitch, then his broad chest rose again. You sat back on your knees watching the man.

His clothes were soaked, clinging to the defined shapes of his pecs, his stomach, his-

He groaned, stirring in his unconscious state, maybe waking? You reached out to his arm, speaking softly to him. His ears flicked, your eyes following up to his face. A large gash reached into his hair line. You touched lightly around it, the water had cleared out the wound, you winced at the thought of the salty waters sting.

His hair was stranger than his clothes. Short, cropped in and smooth to the touch. He leaned into your hand and you felt your face flush. Embarrassed by your reaction you shook your head, this man might be dying and you were getting flustered.

His eyes fluttered open, sharp amber eyes meeting your own. The pupils were blown, large black pools that seemed focused on nothing else. You felt caught in them, drowning in their gaze. Just as suddenly they closed again, languid motion cutting you off from him.

His chest still rose and fell, he was still alive. You more closely inspected him, noting the similarity in the hard disks strapped to his knees to your treasures. He wore human things? You worried suddenly about fetching help. Would he be allowed back to your clan? Or would you tsahik ask you to toss him back too.

No. You wouldn't have that, whoever this was he was alive and the ocean, Eywa, had brought him to you. You snuck back into the village, grabbing the sleigh used to carry the wounded. It'd been so long since it was used, you doubted it would be missed.

You fretted the whole journey, scared the ocean might pull him back in while you were gone. Eywa had gifted him to your shores and he remained in place when you returned. It was quiet the task shifting him onto the sled. He was so much bigger than you, you tugged under his armpits, falling back in the sand when he finally shifted onto the woven fabric.

Then you heard calling. Your name shouted distantly but moving closer. Txaen had grown bored of waiting for you and had come looking. You hissed to yourself, tugging the pull. The man was so heavy, each tug burned your arms, your legs. Still you tugged him as the voice grew louder.

If Txaen found him he'd certainly kill him. Txaen's father had died to humans and even if this wasn't one, he was covered in their things. Txaen wouldn't listen to you, he'd kill your find.

You pulled him past the mouth of the cave, hiding in the darkness as you watched Txaen burst past the tree line. His eyes scanned the beach for you. You felt your breath catch, ears twitching as his gaze fell on the cave. Then he spotted something on the ground. You blanched, your footsteps! Etched into the sand, a perfect map to you and he'd seen them. Txaen's tail flipped up, you could sense the excitement in him at his 'chase', he was a hunter after all.

Instead of towards you however he turned. Following your path back to the village. You slumped, letting out a breath you hadn't even realized you'd held. Your eyes returned to the unconscious man and you began the hardest part of your task.

You were a sweating wreck by the time you'd pulled him up and into your section of cave. The waters flooded into the lower levels during the high tide but up here was never touched. It was a place known only to yourself.

You laid the man on the soft bedding you'd hidden here. Other than the cut on his head he seemed okay. In the glow of the caves moss you traced the features of his face. He looked strange, his hair and clothing were one thing but his features were odd too. Small nose, hair on his brow bone, short cropped ears, strong jaw. You felt the heat rise in you again, as strange as he looked you couldn't help the growing attraction you felt.

You curled on the mat next to him, careful not to touch his sleeping form and decided to rest. You wanted to be there when he woke, to ask your questions and you were so tiered.

[bradshawsbaby]

Hi! For the ship ask game, would it be too much to ask for "How do they flirt? Who’s the worse flirt?" for the Bradshaws, Hannix, Rhett x Honeybee AND Bob x Peach? If so, choose whoever you'd like to talk about! I just love them all so much, you know? ❤️

Not too much! I’m so glad to know that you love all of them 🥰

Bradley & Mrs. Bradshaw

Bradley is definitely the more overt flirt. From the moment he first laid eyes on the future Mrs. Bradshaw, he knew she was the one for him and he was constantly trying to land in her orbit so that he could talk to her. Mrs. B, on the other hand, is much shyer and has never considered herself a very good flirt. She often jokes that she was only able to start flirting with Bradley after they’d been dating for months. Bradley is big on flirty texts and comments, while Mrs. Bradshaw flirts more with her body language—certain looks or gestures, brushing up against him or touching him in some way.

Hangman & Phoenix

I would say Hangman considers himself to be more of the flirt 😂 And he is a notorious one, at that. He’s very into the innuendos and suggestive comments because he loves trying to get Phoenix flustered, which is a nearly impossible feat. Phoenix’s flirting style looks more like roasting—she shows her love for Jake by making fun of him endlessly. So I suppose, in the traditional sense of the word, Phoenix would be the worse flirt 🤭

Rhett & Honeybee

Growing up, Honeybee was a bit more of a flirt. She was the one putting herself out there, whereas as Rhett was the quieter of the two. He would never have admitted it at the time, but it drove him crazy to watch her flirt with boys in their classes all throughout high school, just as it drove her crazy to watch all the girls that were drawn to Rhett like moths to a flame. There were moments in their younger years where things got a little flirty, but then they’d both panic and clam up, too afraid to cross that line. But once they get together, Rhett feels more confident to be more obvious in his affection. He’s very much into physical touch and loves whispering things in Honeybee’s ear to make her blush. Honeybee’s totally open to PDA, and there’s nothing that delights her more than leaving her cowboy at a loss for words.

Bob & Peach

Bob and Peach are both terrible flirts 🤣 It’s literally not in their vocabulary. They’re both so shy and terrified of overstepping. But that’s why they’re perfect for each other! And they’re getting better at it with each letter they write each other 😉

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