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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 1 year

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I'll give you wings so you can fly

requested: Can you please write a story where reader is temporary blind and Azriel takes care of her?

warnings: blood, injuries, loss of vision, trauma, scars, mention of potential rape.

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Azriel saved you. In the midst of absolute madness. A pool of blood. He heard a heartbeat. Faint and slow but still trying to claw its way out of this chaos. He moved the same way he moved the night he saved Gwyn. He had a mission: to rescue a drowning soul. Cassian was scanning the room himself. The sanctuary was supposed to be a safe space. Was supposed to. That wasn't the case. And now more than the first time, Azriel was mad. Both at Rhys for not ensuring the safety of the priestesses and equally as much at himself for not seeing it through quicker and for not stopping it before it was set in motion.

Azriel's boots were soaked in blood, but then again, most of his body was, so he didn't pay it much attention. "There's nothing on this side," Cassian said, voice echoing in the now-completely silent room. "Check the back room. I'll finish up here," Azriel said firmly before continuing his journey to the said heartbeat. The male dreaded the moment he was going to find a lifeless body and would have to hold it till the last beat of the heart. Azriel had lost count of the times he had waved a soul goodbye. Had been that last straw someone clung to in their dying minutes. It weighed on the spymaster's shoulders, but then again, if that was all he could offer at that moment and if it was in some way enough, he was okay with it.

Azriel pushed aside broken furniture pieces until his eyes landed on you. You were drenched in blood, making it hard for Azriel to make out your features. "I've got you," the spymaster said as he kneeled and carefully pulled your hand from beneath the fallen table. "It's going to be okay," he mumbled, even if Azriel wasn't sure if it was going to be okay. Considering the heavily bleeding gash on your left side where his eyes landed next and the cut that ran across your forehead. The gash looked deep. Someone must have tried to kill you with a blow to the head but, surprisingly, failed.

Azriel pressed his hands down on the wound for a moment while his mind wondered. Watching your eyes twitching, your ripped clothes barely covering your skin. "Th-ey... tri-ed," you croaked out. Hardly were they words, let alone understandable ones, but Azriel nodded his head. "I know... but it is all okay. They will not hurt you now," the shadow singer said softly, ripping the side of his shirt off and wrapping it tightly around your middle, trying to slow down the bleeding even a little bit more.

You started muttering words under your breath. Azriel couldn't make any of them out. He knew he had to wait for Cassian to return, but every moment you spent here drew you closer and closer to your death bed. So without any more hesitation, the spymaster scooped you up in his arms before he winnowed away. Leaving Rhys to get Cassian back home.

There were no more survivors. You were the only one who had escaped the invasion of the sanctuary. Madja nearly fell to her knees when Azriel kicked the door to her clinic open. Death. They could both smell death lingering. Peaking through the corner and reaching for your soul. To claim it. To take you under and away from this world.

"Should I get Rhys for the pain?", Azriel questioned as he pressed both of his palms to your wound. Madja only shook her head as she mixed up different salves in a hurry, "Too late for that, she doesn't feel anything." Those words made Azriel's stomach twist. It couldn't be too late to save you yet. He couldn't have failed yet again.

Hours. Azriel had been there for hours. Watched Madja drains her energy almost to the last drops as she tried to heal you. Let the healer channel her power through Azriel when her legs started to give out. The spymaster was worried. More than ever before, and not just for you. Madja had been like a second mother to all of them. Even if they bickered back, they loved her and the way she would pinch their cheeks while greeting them.

With a supportive hand, Azriel watched the light from Madja's hands seeping through your skin, till the healer's body slumped in the Illyrian's hands. "Can't do anything else", she muttered, bracing herself on Azriel, "Now it's all up to her if she survives it". Azriel nodded, guiding the healer to the back room, where he draped the blanket over her drained body as tiredness took over her. The spymaster was back on the table you laid on in less than a heartbeat. The bleeding had stopped, and your heartbeat sounded much more steady. Azriel reached for the herbal water, dipping a cloth into it before gently rubbing it into your blood-tinged skin, washing away the last traces of tonight.

You looked so innocent. Your face screamed young purity to him. And now Azriel was left wondering if the males who invaded the sanctuary had raped you the way they had done with the other females. But there weren't many forceful bruises on your skin. Besides the gash on your side and the cut on your hand, the rest of your body seemed somewhat unharmed. Yet he couldn't be sure until you told him so yourself.

Azriel didn't sleep that night. He both couldn't and feared to. So he pulled a chair closer to where you were lying and sat down. Eyes never leaving you. The way your chest rose and fell. He felt the need to be the first one you were going to see once you woke up. He had to be the one. The one to reassure you that you were safe. The one to tell you that you had nothing to fear. But that didn't come for weeks. Madja comforted Azriel that it was mostly the cause of the concussion. That you were stable and most definitely would wake up sometime soon. That he didn't have to come by multiple times a day to see you. But Azriel still did it. Not sure if it was more for his own sake or your own. But he did.

He was having a conversation with the healer one afternoon. As she once again tried to convince the male that only time and patience were going to show the final result. Then a scream ripped through the clinic, and Azriel was in panic mode straight away. Given that he had only heard you mumble a few words before, he was surprised that his mind instantly recognized your scream. He ripped the door open in a hurry when he saw you on the floor. Weak arms trying to hold up your still-trembling body. You must have tried to stand up and miscalculated the strength you had. He walked towards you, but when your head frantically moved from side to side and your eyes didn't seem to fall on him, Azriel stopped. Madja pushed past him, falling to her knees before you and making you jump in the process.

"I can't... I can't see..", you cried out, fingers moving to run over the valleys of your eyes. "It must be the concoction," Madja said, carefully tilting your head upwards. Moving a finger from side to side. Asking you questions about the amount of light you manage to see, shadows.

"Azriel, do you mind helping her up?", your breathing instantly picked up at the mention of the male name. "Azriel is the one who saved you, dear; he will not harm you," the healer reassured you, turning to Azriel once more. To say that he was worried about approaching you was an understatement. He was terrified. He didn't want to harm you.

"I will touch your hand, and if you feel like it, you can hold onto it." Azriel's voice was soft and familiar. You heard it the night of the invasion. Lulling you out of the share panic. You had heard it all of those weeks that you had been lying unconscious. It circled in your brain every day. The touch was soft and gentle. You flinched slightly but almost immediately wrapped your fingers over a much larger palm. You felt what seemed like scars all over it, but at that moment, you didn't care much for it. Your other hand blindly searched for the man's forearm as you inched closer to him.

"Easy there, love," Azriel warned you carefully, "You have twenty-two stitches on your left side." Even if you had spent weeks lying unconscious, Azriel was still scared that the wound would come undone. You moved an inch away, but Azriel carefully wrapped his arm over your lower back, helping you to stand up. You braced one of your hands on his chest for support. Your legs felt like jelly, but you stubbornly tried to hold yourself up. Yet that didn't last long as your body sagged down, only to be caught by Azriel in an instant. "Lay down," the male said, picking you up in his arms once more. "My eyes," you muttered, "Trust me; I'll do everything to make sure you see again."

Rhys offered you a place in the library among the other priestesses, but Azriel denied it. Locking you up in darkness was not a way for you to heal. You listened as the two argued until strong hands embraced your shoulders. In the beginning, Azriel's touches made you shiver. The male was silent. So his touch always carried something unknown with it. Now, before he touched you, he would rub his fingers together gently, alerting you. You didn't talk much, but you had the impression that he had taken it upon himself to keep you safe even though he didn't have to.

Azriel guided you through the door. The warmth and comforting smell of the place hit your senses. You made out different shadows that you assumed were pieces of furniture as you extended your hands forward. "Where are we?", you asked, running your fingers over what appeared to be the edge of a plush sofa. "My mother's house. Stay here for a minute," the male said as he walked past you, and your heart skipped a beat. For what you had learned and what your brain had put together, Azriel was closed off. Personal and professional never mixed. And you were on the professional side. You were the only one who survived. Only you could give him the answers he wanted. Even if he wasn't pushing, you had a feeling that all of this was just so you would get familiar with him, and when his patience ran out, he'd end up getting what he needed. You heard another muffled voice before the door cracked open again, letting more light into the room. A figure approached you, and you instantly moved to back away.

"Oh, sweetie, I...", a lady's voice rang out, making you frown slightly, "She really can't see". At this point, you weren't even sure if any of this was directed toward you. "Mom, let's not rub it in her face more", Azriel's voice almost seemed concerned, but you tried to not let it get to you. Without facial expressions, it was hard to distinguish between different tones at times. "I apologize... I...", the lady carefully took hold of your hands squeezing them, "I haven't seen many people and... Stay as long as you want. Are you hungry? She must be hungry." Azriel let out a sigh as his mother rushed out of the room.

"Let me guide you to your room," the shadow singer said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you walked. It felt calming. His touch always seemed to pull you out of the river of fear. "It has big windows, and you can just walk straight to the garden from it", the spymaster rambled on. Your fingers ran across the walls. Your silence was painful to him. He wished you would talk more. Azriel felt like he was talking so much. Well, more than he was used to, but it was mostly met with shrugs and a sentence here and there if he was lucky. Madja had stopped him on his way out the day he was bringing you up to the house of wind. "She needs care and to feel safe. Her brain might be blocking her vision. Fear can be crippling." And Azriel knew what she meant. He felt the level of fear that seemed to make him freeze. Just Azriel couldn't bring himself to speak in moments like this. His voice would disappear, and all he could do was stand there. Most took that as him trying to appear threatening while, in reality, he was nothing but mortified.

"Sorry for my mom, she's", Azriel found himself explaining until he felt your hand on his shoulder. "I'm the one who took over her home," "You didn't take over anything. I wanted you to come here, and so did she." You wondered if he warned her ahead of time that he would be bringing a freak. You moved your hand away from him, rubbing your palms together, and Azriel instantly felt the lack of your warmth on his skin. You were thinking. Hard. You seemed to do that when emotions ran high.

"You are safe here. I'll be here with you," standing up, the spymaster reached for you, and you let him take hold of your hands, "I think we can go have a picnic outside; the weather is beautiful today," "Why are you doing this?" Azriel was glad you couldn't see the way his face crinkled in confusion. He hated when people could read it easily. "What do you mean, why am I doing this?" the male questioned, the sad expression on your face breaking his heart. "If you want me to tell you what happened, you can just ask; you don't have to go all this way," you said, moving your arms around and gesturing to the room you stood in. Azriel let out a sigh. "I'm doing this because I can imagine how frightened you are, and I genuinely want to help."

You know that you should just bite your tongue and not push your luck, but it slips out, "It has something to do with your hands, doesn't it?" And now more than ever, even you know what a loud silence means. You hit near home, if not straight at it. Azriel cleared his throat, "My father kept me locked up in a basement for years. I couldn't fly; I could barely move. My brothers put my hands into flames," his last words died down as the memories filled Azriel's mind. You step closer to him, fingers inching behind him until you're met with an unfamiliar texture. Sliding your fingers carefully across the curve of what you assumed was a wing. Azriel hissed, you instantly draw your hand back, holding it closer to your chest.

"No, no, you can touch. They are just... sensitive", the spymaster says, studying your face. The way you bite your lip as your fingers once again reach out for his wings. "I bet your hands are beautiful," you murmur. "Scars like that tell the story of a survivor. I bet you inspire many people. Can you fly?" Your words pierce straight through Azriel's heart. Beautiful? Inspiring? Those weren't the words he was used to hearing in the same sentence as his hands. And the words seemed honest. Like you genuinely meant them. Azriel fluttered his wings carefully so as not to knock anything down in the room. A smile crept onto your face. "A fly around and then the picnic?" Azriel asks, and even before he finishes, you were already nodding your head.

You laughed quietly to yourself as you listened to yet another story Azriel was telling you about his brothers. It had been over a week, and you had started to feel more and more like yourself. Azriel barely left the house, and if he did, his mother was always there keeping you company and baking you sweet treats. Azriel was nothing but attentive. He managed to keep you safe while still giving you enough freedom so you wouldn't feel trapped.

You shared a bed. Only because you kept having nightmares, and after you tripped and fell during your first night here as you tried to find Azriel, he insisted that you two would stay together. You didn't fight that choice because, in all honesty, you needed to feel someone else's presence. Only managing to slip into slumber once Azriel would bring you closer to your chest. Your arms looped around his muscles as you clung to his hand. Azriel's face nestled in the crook of your neck. It felt like peace.

"I'm telling you, he nearly froze off his balls", you let out another bell laugh. The stories from the annual snowball fight never failed to put a smile on your face. "Did he tap out?", you asked, still giggling as you tried to find a slice of bread. Azrie instantly inched forward, took a piece, and dipped it in honey before gently tapping your hand as he handed you the piece. "It's Cassian, of course no", "Well, then he had blue balls quite literally", now it was Azriel who chuckled at your words as he kept a napkin under the piece he handed you so the honey wouldn't drip onto your dress.

It felt easy. Whatever was slowly sparking between the two of you felt easy. Natural even. Even if at times, Azriel tried to deny it, seeing you sitting in his mother's living room as she told you stories about Azriel's childhood felt right. Not to mention that he was now addicted to the feeling of you in his arms at night. The only way he found a peaceful oasis was with you.

The wind carried a light sound of music. There must have been some celebration in the main part of the city. The melody was light but still audible, and you instantly turned your face toward it. Azriel took his time studying your features. The color had returned to your face. The little freckles started to appear the more time you spent in the sun. The gash had scabbed, and now all that was left was a light pink scar that ran across your forehead and down the left side of your face.

"Come up", Azriel pulled at your hands softly, and you instantly frowned, not wanting to go just yet. As if reading your mind, Azriel added, "Dance with me." You let out a light chuckle. "Dance? Azriel, I'm blind", but the spymaster only pressed you closer to him, "Step onto my feet", you looked up, the silhouette of his face in the form of a dark shadow inching over you, "Come on, you won't regret it. I have some moves, believe me." You shook your head quickly as you felt his other hand slip down the small of your back. Letting out a surprised chuckle, as the spymaster spun you around and around. Even Azriel couldn't hold himself from laughing as you happily squealed in his embrace. Both of you unable to remember a time when you were so happy.

You stumbled back home late at night. Still, laughing as Azriel occasionally twirled you around? You had flowers all over your hair. Work of Azriel himself. The bottom of your dress was covered in dirt, and Azriel had ripped his pants, but neither of you cared, shushing one another as you made your way into the house. Azriel eyed his mother's sleeping frame on the sofa, a piece she was still knitting in her hands. He hadn't had a chance to ask her what she was making, but the piece seemed rather tiny. Best to be a glove for Azriel but not a piece of clothing that would fit a grownup.

You let out a giggle from behind him. Trying to find the knob of the door. Azriel moves to help you; that had almost become his second nature. Reaching for the back of the dresser, you carefully start looking for the ribbon to undo your corset. Azriel moves closer to you, carefully leaving a kiss on your shoulder before guiding your hand toward the fabric. "You learned to read my mind", you muttered, making Azriel hum in response, "I just can tell what you need". You turned in the spymaster's embrace so you could face him. You wished you could see him. Even if you traced your fingers over his face countless times. You wished you could see him and know if your imagination was even remotely close to how he looked.

"Well, then, what do I want now?", you inched closer to him. His warm breath hitting your skin, making you shiver. "Can I show inside of tell?", Azriel muttered under his breath, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. You eagerly nodded your head as the anticipation started to slowly eat at you. Azriel cupped your cheek softly before leaning in, and his soft lips met yours. A breath got knocked out of your lungs at the sheer amount of fireworks that seemed to explode all inside you. You held onto his torso, scrunching up the material of the shirt he was wearing. The kiss was slow. No trace of rush. Just pure affection and care all poured into it. This male had dragged you out of death. Giving you wings and allowing you to fly again.

You woke up the next morning due to the sharp rays of sunlight hitting your eyes. You blinked a couple of times. Then a couple more and immediately jumped to sit up. Azriel instantly followed suit, hands moving to rub your shoulders as he was about to comfort you over a nightmare. You turned to him in an instant, as if only now realizing that he was also there. Hand coming up to cover your mouth as you let out a quiet sob. Azriel frowned, inching closer to you.

"Love, what's going on?" Azriel's voice was still raspy. You reached your hand to rest on his cheek, and the movement seemed a little too effortless. "I can see you," you muttered, your bottom lip quivering slightly. Azriel gaped at you in surprise. "It's still foggy, but I can see you." You let out another sob, and Azriel pulled you closer to his embrace. Placing kisses on the top of your head, squeezing you a tiny bit closer than most. "You're even prettier than I imagined," you murmured, and Azriel let out a laugh, quickly wiping away some of his tears. You nuzzled closer into his chest, letting a wave of calmness once again reach the depths of your heart.

#azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel acotar #acotar imagine #acotar x reader #azriel imagine

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auteurdelabre · 14 days

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GONE - Javier Peña x M OR F! READER

Pairings: Javier Peña x m OR f! Reader (never specified)

Rating: pg13

Tags: angst, established relationship, breaking up, love but it hurts.

Notes: I had this story floating in my head all day so I had to write it quick. Sorry for any and all spelling or grammar errors.

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GONE

"I'm tired of having the same fight over and over."

"So drop it."

"I can't," you say, swallowing the crack in your voice as you turn to face him. "Either we talk this out or I'm gone."

You're standing by the door of his apartment, by the framed photo of his mama. He's seated on the couch, cigarette in one hand, whiskey in the other.

There's a quiet moment of clarity as you two engage in this silent stand-off. He's never going to change.

Only a single lamp illuminates the room, casting half his face into shadow. You drink in the strong nose and plush lips. The way his large, soulful eyes go from staring at the ground to gazing up at your face.

"Then go," he scoffs, the hand around his whiskey glass tightening. "Leave the key in the bowl on your way out."

"I'm serious, Javi."

"So am I."

You'd been foolish to think a man like Javier Peña could commit. The charismatic enigma who's sole focus was work? How could you think you'd ever compare?

The very thing that drew you to him was what now pushed you out of his arms and his life.

You'd liked that he was focused and dedicated to his job. You liked that he had an easy smile for most, even if it hid a tortured look in his eyes. You liked that when he talked to you he barely blinked, as if even those milliseconds would be time wasted not seeing you.

He gave you a key to his apartment after three months. Murmured into your neck that he liked coming home to you. You fucked all hours, you made dinners together dancing in his cramped kitchen, he fell asleep on your shoulder more than once.

And when you saw toll that the the weight of his job took you'd painted him as a tragic, romantic figure with galaxy-filled eyes and a passion that burned, stoked by life's past tragedies.

Perhaps that had been your biggest mistake because what you hadn't painted him as was human.

A human that drank too much and worked too late. A human that liked fucking you but ignored you in public. If you tried to claim his hand in yours it was casually batted away.

He tried to convince you it was for your safety, that Escobar had men watching him. That when he went out with Connie and Murphy and didn't invite you it was to keep you alive.

And you'd believed it, or at least you'd accepted it. Was it naiveity on your part? Or willful ignorance?

Whatever it was it's over now. Over ever since you got the call this morning that your parents are coming to Columbia to see where you work at the embassy and to meet the man you've been dating half a year. The man you've told them you're in love with.

You hadn't been expecting Javi's vitriolic response when you'd happily told him over coffee this morning that they would be coming over for dinner the next night.

Despite it being hours ago you still vividly recall the way he'd slammed his coffee cup down so quickly dark brown droplets landed everywhere. The way he'd fixed you with a hideous scowl and demanded you cancel it because:

"I'm not meeting your fucking parents."

Hours later he still won't give you a straight answer. Won't explain why he never brings you to drinks with friends and why date nights are usually alone in his apartment. Why fucking him sometimes seems like the only way you can feel close some weeks. When he holds you down by the small of your back and fucks into you with an animalistic growl that feels ripped from his lungs.

And then you realize you're done. It's over. It was never really started was it? Is it a relationship if it only exists behind closed doors? Can love bloom in a cage?

You take a moment to look at him one last time. The way his shoulders cause his pale blue shirt to strain, the way his tongue comes to swipe the last dregs of whiskey from his full lower lip. The lean fingers that hold a cigarette he hasn't taken a drag from since you started this conversation.

"Goodbye, Javi."

You turn before you're unable to keep the tears from falling. They come though, streaming down your cheeks as you make it to the door, suitcase in hand. Like you'd always known it would end like this.

The key is dropped in the brown bowl he keeps his wallet, sunglasses and other items when he comes home from work.

When the door is shut behind you, you're certain you can hear footsteps over carpet and the muffled sound of your name being called.

But it's too late.

You're already gone.

#javier pena narcos #javier pena x reader #javier pena fanfiction #javier peña #javier pena #javi pena #narcos fanfiction #narcos #pedro pascal fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic

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sebsbarnes · 3 months

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heeyyyy thank u soo muvh for doing my last req i am obsessedd. Im not sure if u can do this one but its juts a thought. tan x reader where they are in high school and the twins kind of just become besties with reader and they are just known as a trio in school and lem and tan are like the readers bodyguards cuz they are so protective if reader is ever in trouble and reader and tan are cushing on each other and its just cute

hi, of course! ty sm for sending requests in i appreciate it! im going to do this bullet point style i hope that's okay!

tangerine high school headcanon

warnings: the slightest! description of someone being a bully

masterlist

okay so i think tan and lemon wouldn't really take school seriously, like they still do well and are very smart but they didn't really pay attention much almost like they were too smart for school

they would sit in the back corner of class and just mess around but honestly the teachers didn't really care because they had good grades

you met the twins due to a class project, it needed to be done in groups of threes and it was your lucky day when the name sorter chose you for the twins!

you didn't mind though having talked occasionally to them in some of your shared classes. they were nice, funny, and smart and so are you

lemon grumbled how he didn't feel like working on it now

"want to come to my house after and we can do it then?"

the twins happily agreed and the three of you goofed off the rest of the period

having spent many hours with the twins you all grew very close and kinda became inseparable in school, you all had the same sense of humor and that drew you to each other

teachers and other students knew that it was no longer the lemon and tangerine duo but now a trio with you

one day during class you desperately needed to use the bathroom and the teacher started to yell at you that you should've went between class period

"if you don't let them use the bathroom i will piss all over your fucking floor," tangerine hissed at the teacher

yeah...he had a mouth even then

and no he didn't pee on the floor

while stood in line for lunch tangerine and lemon overheard some guys talking about you

"there's no way the twins are actually friends with them... such a loser, dude."

"gotta be a charity case situation... the twins are way too cool to be friends with someone like that, almost makes them losers too."

tangerine took his empty tray and wacked it across one of the guys heads while lemon sucker punched the other in the nose

"really guys?" you said disappointedly after waiting for them to get out of detention

your hand went up and gently touched the bruise forming around tangerine's eye

"they were talking bad about you! we weren't going to stand there and do nothing!"

"yeah well now you're injured!"

but they didn't care, you were worth every detention and injury they got for defending you

now tangerine, yeah, he is a sap okay. he'd try so hard to play it cool but he failed miserably

absent from school? he wants to go home. paired with someone else? might as well give him a zero now. overheard someone thought you were cute? hell no. walking next to each other in the hallway? yeah his hand touched yours. no space on the couch in your living room? no worries, he's squeezing next to you. you didn't bring lunch? now his is yours. you were upset over a bad grade? he basically ripped his shoulder off for you to cry on it.

if you were instructed to be quiet during class tangerine couldn't take it. he needed to talk to you at all times so without fail you'd feel the slight gush of wind as a folded piece of paper went flying over your shoulder and onto your desk. you'd open the paper to some absolute nonsense that wasn't dire scribbled in pencil but you'd always pick your pen up and responded and drop the note over your shoulder to him.

what sent him over the edge was you getting a flower on valentines day... yeah that's right you had people wanting to be yours and that bubbled a weird feeling inside tangerine... what was it.

"you have a crush, idiot," lemon thumped him on the head.

"no...no? on (y/n), funny... really fuckin' funny. me? having a crush on them? our best friend? there's no way."

lemon would raise a brow at tangerine, picking at his sandwich, "see how you're trying to convince yourself it's not true?"

yep, lemon was right. of course he was. the day the group project started lemon knew the two of you had a small crush on the other.

tangerine felt a tap on his shoulder, "excuse me, this is for you," a girl tapped him on the shoulder.

tangerine and lemon looked at each other bewildered at the flower being placed in front of him. there was a small note folded up with familiar handwriting

"be mine?"

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cherryc1nnam0n · 1 year

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I can change him... | Fuckboy!Eddie Munson x FEM!Reader

Summary: You meet Eddie at a party and make the biggest mistake of getting with him, making you fall in love, but you soon realize he's a fuck boy who can't be stopped, you will yourself to change him, but can you?

Cw: Lots of sex, hard smut, Eddie is a fuck boy who fucks anyone and anything, bisexual Eddie, bisexual reader, unprotected sex, lots of antics, hard angst, won't spoil ending sorry!

I explored the fboy!Eddie hashtag and have been inspired to write this, thanks to @newlips for this inspo! The idea is from them, I'm just making a fic out of it! Enjoy!

The music was loud, hot bodies surrounding you as you cradled a red cup against your chest, bored since your friends were getting fucked and nowhere to be seen, you wanted to leave so you took a last swig at your drink and made your way out, but your eyes drifted to the couch, where he was sitting, man spread and with a joint in his mouth, looking straight at you, those eyes drinking in your body, he was wearing a black shirt, band logo on it you don't remember which, ripped black jeans and combat boots, he looked hot and he knew it, like magic, you made your way towards him

"Hey pretty" oh gosh his voice, it was intoxicating in a good way

"Hey" you said

"You look bored, where are your friends?" He said blowing smoke out his mouth

"Ugh, I don't know, they're getting fucked somewhere" you said with a roll of your eyes

"Hmmm, and you? Haven't gotten any?" He smirked at you

You blushed "No, didn't plan on it"

"Oh really? With that mini skirt? You're fooling no one" he said cockily, he had read you like a book, you did intend on getting some dick but had gotten any

Maybe people weren't fond of your body, but Eddie was, he was hooked as soon as he saw you

And he intended in ruining you tonight

"Want some company?" He spoke again

"I was going to leave actually" you said clutching your purse

"Awe come on princess, stay here, just a bit" he said patting the spot next to him

You have in, it wouldn't hurt right? He was just sitting here, alone, you couldn't leave him like this

That was your first mistake...

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"Mmmmm yes! Harder please" you moaned as Eddie pounded into you from behind

An hour after talking with him, your panties had been soaked through at his innuendos and touches, he started to finger you at the couch, kissing you sloppily and dragging you to a room, where you guys were right now

"Fuck baby, so so tight holy shit" he moaned, thighs slapping against your plush ass as he kept pounding you like a wild animal

"Eddie- fuck! I'm gonna cum!" You moaned desperately, wanting to fucking cum around him

"Do it baby, cum all over my cock" He said holding your throat, his other hand resting at his side

His cock was big, curved perfectly so it would hit your sweet spot everytime he moved, his balls were heavy and slapped against your clit with his every thrust, he had just taken off his shirt, pants halfway off of him, showing his perfect ass, you had your shirt up to your chest, boobs spilling out while your panties were in his back pocked, skirt bunched up by your hips

"Fuck fuck!" You moaned, eyes rolling back as you came, harder than ever "Fuuuuck!"

"Oh fuck yes baby, right there" he moaned while your pussy milked him dry, his balls drew up, spilling all his cum into you "Shit baby, hope you're on the pill" he said still cumming

You were so blissed out, so cock drunk you didn't notice him leaving, you stayed there, catching your breath, when you were back in your senses you noticed he was long gone

"Eddie?" You asked to the air "Damn it..."

~•~

Days went bu that you didn't hear from Eddie, not a call, nothing, he was just gone

He had fucked you and left, that's what he does apparently...

Another party came, and there he was, you smiled when you spotted him, same position as when you saw him for the first time, when he stole your heart, you were approaching him when another girl sat on his lap, grinding on him, you gasped when he pulled her up to a room

You stayed down, waiting, then followed the path they had taken, upstairs, moans and slapping noises filled the air, from people fucking and also Eddie and the random girl, you found them in the same room he had fucked you, the girl riding him while he sucked on her perfect tits

"Fuck baby, just like that, don't stop" he moaned, eyes rolled back

The girl was having her way with him, using his cock as a dildo almost, you heard them cum and soon the girl came out, fixing her hair

"Oh hi, you can go in if you want" she said smiling at you

You walked in, he was smoking a blunt, dick soft and out of his pants "Oh hey"

"What the fuck was that?!" You yelled, he didn't even flinch "I thought you said you wanted me"

"Yeah, I say that to everyone" he said unbothered

You scoffed "You are a piece of shit Eddie!" You yelled and stormed off, he felt kind of bad, so he fixed himself and went after you

"Baby, baby! Y/n!" He said following you out the crowds of people

Once out he finally caught up to you "Listen to me-"

You turned and slapped him on the face "Don't you ever call me that again! I let you fuck me without knowing you fuck anyone! Fuck you Eddie! Fuck, you!"

With that, you left him there, your heart ached, you loved him, but you hadn't meant anything to him, just a pussy to fuck and leave afterwards, so pathetic...

~•~

You continued to go to parties, seeing Eddie flirting with everyone, pulling guys and girls to rooms, so you decided to do the same

You were making out with a hot girl at a couch, she was so pretty and she wanted you, so you took her up to a room

Soon you were scissoring each other, loud moans and kisses from both of you, the door opened and there was Eddie, holding a girl's hand, you made eye contact with him as you came all over the girl, he scoffed and left

"Same time next week baby?" The girl asked

You nodded "Sure, why not"

You kissed her again and she left, soon someone entered the room, Eddie

"What do you want?" You said not looking at him as you put on your shoes

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"The same as you" you stood up "Fucking people and leaving, feels good now that I try it" you said unbothered

"You can't do that"

"Oh but you can" you retorted "Leave me alone"

You tried to leave but he grabbed your wrist "Stop it"

"You don't tell me what to do! You did the same with me, you fucked me, took my heart with you and left, why is it so bad I'm doing the same?"

He was out of words, he didn't know you had fallen on love with him...

"What?" Was all he could say

You rolled your eyes "Just leave me alone Eddie" you left, leaving him with his heart pounding in his ears

He fucked up...

~•~

At another party, Eddie didn't make a move with anyone, he watched you as you took a guy up a room, he looked like a rip off version of him, so he was mad, taking it personal...

When he made it upstairs, you were getting fucked by him doggy style and damn was he good at it

"Oh fuck yes! Yes Eddie!" You moaned, the guy stopped abruptly

"What the fuck?"

"Shit I'm so sorry I-"

"Yeah fuck that"

The guy left, you wanted to cry and scream, you had moaned Eddie's name

Someone came behind you, caressing your sides lovingly

"You can't seem to get about me baby..."

"I could never, but I hate you..."

"I know, let me fix it..."

You finally gave in, you loved him... You couldn't forget about him as hard as you tried...

"Okay... I'll let you"

"Good... Thank you" he said

That night, he made love to you, so so good that it made you fall in love with him again

"I promise I'll stay with you, only you... You took my heart too..." He kissed your face lovingly

You smiled, kissing his lips softly

At the end, you could change him...

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Lavender - Ch. 45

You, Joel and Ellie make your way into Salt Lake City. A continuation of Lavender Ch. 1-44 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: Mild canon-typical violence. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI, 18+ only.

Length: 5.4K

“I’m just realizing,” you said as you walked alongside Joel and Ellie. “I was not very well traveled before the outbreak.”

“You’d made it a few places,” Joel frowned a little. “Got out of your hometown and shit, more than you can say for most people…”

Ellie frowned, too.

“Wait,” she said. “Most people would really just… stay in one place? Even when they could leave?”

“Oh yeah,” Joel said. “Most people just stuck where they were. I moved to a different town from where I was born but same state. Doc made it a lot further than me.”

You shrugged.

“Just for college,” you said. “The point is, this is the furthest west that I’ve ever been. How strange is that? That it took me until the end of the world to get to this side of the country…”

“But you had planes!” Ellie gaped at you both. “You could go in the sky and you just didn’t? What the fuck, man?”

You and Joel both laughed at that.

It had been one of Ellie’s better days. She was rabidly curious, asking about a million questions as you closed in on Salt Lake City. Judging by the mile markers, you only had one more night of sleeping on the road before you made it to the Fireflies’ facility - assuming this one wasn’t abandoned too, anyway - and it had been a really good last day on the road.

The thought was strangely bittersweet, a sense of finality to your looming arrival in the city. You wanted to get Ellie to the Fireflies. You wanted to start work on a cure. It had been so long since you’d been in a lab now, part of you was itching to get back into it. Hell, getting back to doing anything but the minimum when it came to medicine sounded incredible.

But you didn’t want to change anything about your time with Joel and Ellie. You’d even be fine living on the road forever if it meant the three of you got to be together all the time. The Firefly compound was an unknown. You weren’t sure if they would LET you stay together - though you doubted Joel would let them separate you. But if their doctors wanted to keep Ellie in a contained environment for a while to make sure she didn’t come down with anything while they drew samples, you weren’t going to push back on them. You’d come too far to quibble over something so small. But you still dreaded it, not being with them all the time.

It reminded you a little of the feeling in your stomach when you first started adjusting to the QZ with Andrew. You’d become so used to functioning with him glued to your side, constantly watching each other’s backs for danger and killing to keep the other alive, even a room’s distance was disorienting and anxiety inducing. The makeshift medical camp was a rude awakening when you’d arrived, that much you knew even though your memories of it were vague at best. You remembered arriving to the QZ, your arms firmly around Andrew’s waist and his arm around your shoulders, clutching onto each other. You were covered in blood, your shotgun dangling from your arm. They’d had to pry you apart to examine you both and it was like someone was ripping away a part of your body. You’d tried to ease yourselves into some separation after that. Different rooms for a bit, a few hours in different buildings after that. It took months to sleep apart.

You didn’t think it would be that extreme this time. You knew better what to expect, for one. For another, you’d all been living with the damage dealt by surviving the end of the world. Ellie had been born into it. Who Joel was now was forged in it. You, it seemed, had just melted into it, who you were finding little paths through the chaos like water through cracks in cement. You would all get through this differently, but you could get through it. That you knew.

It also helped that Jackson was waiting on the other side. You weren’t sure how long it would take to get there, but you’d get there. There was a house with a room that Ellie could make her own - you’d paint her a solar system in a corner and constellations on the ceiling. There was a kitchen where you could make the cookies you’d been baking for so long you had the recipe memorized. There was a porch where Joel could play guitar. There were kids Ellie’s age she could meet and laugh with and maybe fall in love with the way she deserved to. There were people to play cards with and drink with and have inside jokes with. There was life there, life that was worth living outside of just the three of you.

You just had to get there. That’s all.

“Flying wasn’t that special, Gremlin,” you said smiling a little. “It was expensive and they tried to cram in as many people as possible so they made as much money as they possibly could. And you had to get to the airport hours early so they could search all your stuff… Really, it was a hassle.”

“Is that why people didn’t do it?” She frowned. “Go places, I mean.”

“Travel cost a lot of money,” Joel said. “More than most people had just lyin’ around. Stayin’ home was a lot easier and a lot cheaper.”

Ellie scrunched her face.

“Everyone acts like before was so fucking great but a lot of it sounds shitty,” she said. “Why make it so not everyone can do the cool shit? That’s dumb.”

“I agree,” you smiled a little.

“I hope it’s better this time,” she kicked a piece of asphalt. “Once there’s a cure, I mean. Like I know it’ll take a while and shit, they’re going to have to make the thing and then give it to everyone and whatever but I hope they don’t keep the shitty stuff from before.”

Joel looked skeptical so you jumped in before he had a chance to.

“We’ve never had a chance to kind of reset humanity before,” you said. “We might be able to make things way better than they ever were before. Who knows.”

“That’d be cool,” she nodded. “Then at least it’s not like all this shit was for nothing, you know? Like… yeah, it was all really fucked up for a while and people did really messed up things to each other but in the end, we did something good with it. You know?”

“Yeah,” you smiled at her a bit. “I do.”

The three of you called it a day about 15 miles from Salt Lake City. You knew if you kept walking for a bit that you’d probably find a house to stay in for the night but Joel seemed to have the same mindset as you. One more night, the three of you, camped out on the road. You’d be with the Fireflies tomorrow night, in a place with a roof and beds and doors, but the sky was clear and the weather was - relatively - warm. One last night under the sky, just the three of you, before the world changed.

Joel built a fire and Ellie shot a rabbit. You got the last of the herbs you’d grabbed from Bill and Frank’s to dress the animal up a bit, making it feel like something special. You played poker around the fire, Ellie cleaning out both you and Joel.

“If Vegas is ever a thing again, you need to go,” you said as you got the cards picked up. “You’d ruin the casinos’ day.”

“Should start a poker night in Jackson,” Joel said. “She’d hustle half the damn town before anyone got wise….”

You convinced Joel to sleep through the night and let you and Ellie split the watch - something you were counting as a win. He’d been pushing himself too hard since you’d left the cabin. It had taken you just over a week to get this far and he’d pulled two all night watches in that time and covered at least half of all the others. You weren’t sure if it was paranoia, if it was fulfilling some need to look out for the two of you until he physically couldn’t do it anymore, if he had a bad feeling and he was doing everything he could to defend against the source of it. He wasn’t talking to you about it so you were just trying to keep an eye on him the best you could. He was more fragile than he looked, you knew. You’d wait until you were safely with the Fireflies and had some time alone before you really tried to get anything out of him.

But letting you and Ellie handle the watches without him was a change. You hoped it meant he was doing better, that he was starting to feel like he could relax. You pressed yourself against his front as he headed to his sleeping bag for the night, reaching up to scratch your fingers through his beard before tugging his lips to yours. His arms slug around your waist and he pulled you close and you smiled against his lips.

“What’s that for?” He asked when you pulled away eventually.

You shrugged.

“Just love you is all,” you said.

“Love you too,” he kissed your forehead. “Wake me up the second you think somethin’ might be wrong, got it?”

“I promise I won’t try to handle a damn thing all on my own,” you rolled your eyes a bit and he lay down beside the fire to sleep.

The watch was quiet and still, nothing raising any alarms for you, even when you took the short walks around the perimeter of your little camp. It was pushing 4 a.m. when Ellie started jerking in her sleeping bag. You frowned, watching her for a moment to see if it passed. It didn’t, her thrashing getting worse as she whimpered. You knelt beside her and set the rifle out of reach before you gently touched her arm.

“Ellie,” you said quietly, calmly. “You’re OK Baby Girl, you’re OK…”

She jerked awake and shot upright, throwing your hand sharply away. She was panting and gasping for breath, her eyes wide and glistening with tears in the light of the moon and the dying fire. She looked at you for a moment before it was like something in her cracked and she choked out a sob, her head falling onto your shoulder.

“Oh, sweetheart,” you said softly, putting your arms around her and tucking her head beneath your own. “You’re OK, I’ve got you. You’re OK…”

“It felt so real,” she hiccuped into your neck. “I thought…”

“It’s OK,” you said when she trailed off. “You’re OK, I’ve got you. You’re safe. We’ve got you, not going to let anything happen to you, OK? You’re safe.”

She nodded but tucked herself tighter against you. You just held onto her, rocking her as her sobs faded.

“Want to talk about it?” You asked when her breathing had returned to a normal pace and it felt like her tears were no longer soaking your shirt. “It might help. I’m here for you, you can tell me anything. I’ll even keep it from Joel if you really want…”

She pulled back from you a little, looking you in the eyes.

“Yeah?” She sniffed. “Because I know it’ll just hurt him and….” She sighed heavily. “I really don’t want to hurt him.”

“He’d much rather you talk to him than hold onto all that hurt yourself, Baby Girl,” you tucked some of the hair that had escaped her ponytail behind her ear. “But I don’t have to tell him if you don’t want me to.”

She looked over at Joel who was snoring lightly, his deaf ear facing up as he lay on his side.

“You could bring a marching band through here right now and I doubt he’d hear,” you smiled a little at her. “It’s OK. What’s bothering you?”

Ellie’s eyes searched yours for a moment before she took a deep breath, looked down at her hands and began.

“Back at Silver Lake. After…” she said, taking another shuddering breath. “After they took you away, David… He tried talking to me, saying shit about how he thought I was dangerous. Said he wanted to fuckin’ lead with me, that I had… that I had a ‘violent heart.’”

She put the last two words in air quotes, all but spitting them out. You took her face in your hand and stroked her cheekbone with your thumb. She sniffed.

“He said he’d call off the hunt for Joel and let you go if I cooperated with him and I thought about it…”

“Oh honey,” you touched your forehead to hers as she stared at her lap. “We aren’t your responsibility…”

She nodded a little and you sat back from her a little.

“I knew you’d say something like that,” she laughed once, darkly. “Knew Joel’d be pissed that I even considered it… So I broke David’s fucking finger instead.”

You laughed once and smiled a little.

“Good girl,” you said. She looked a little proud of that.

“They didn’t like that so…” she took another shaky breath and stiffened a bit, her small hands clenching into fists. “They tried to kill me, like they were going to eat me… I bit David, told him I was infected, used my scar…”

“That was so smart, Baby Girl,” you said when she felt quiet. “You did so damn good…”

“He didn’t really believe me,” she shrugged. “Not after a minute. I… I killed the man he was with and ran and he followed me and… Doc, he…”

She swallowed a sob and your hand slid from her face to the back of her neck, holding her gently.

“It’s OK sweetheart,” you said softly. “You’re OK…”

“He tried…” she choked on the words for a moment. “He said he was going to keep me, that he liked the fighting…”

“Oh honey,” you were trying not to cry for her, for this girl you should have been there to protect and instead you let them take you away from her.

“I killed him,” she sniffed, meeting your eyes for the first time since she’d started talking. “Before he could do anything, I… I more than killed him. He didn’t have a face anymore and it… I…”

You tugged her against you and she pressed her face into your shoulder as you rocked her gently, running one hand up and down her back.

“You’re OK now,” you said softly as you held onto her. “You’re safe. It’s OK…”

She cried there for a minute before she pulled back from you again. You held her face in your hand, drying her tears with your thumb.

“None of that is your fault, OK?” You said gently. “You did what you had to do - what they MADE you do - to protect yourself. There was nothing you could have done. It was always up to them. They were monsters and you did what you have to do to monsters and that’s OK.”

She nodded and wiped her face with her shirtsleeves.

“Doc?” She said, her voice wet.

“Yes, Baby Girl?”

“What if…” her voice broke for a moment. “What if part of me… liked it? Liked hurting him? Because… I…”

She trailed off but kept her eyes on you, wide and pleading.

“That’s OK,” you said quietly. “It’s OK if protecting yourself made you feel good. That’s OK. It doesn’t make you a bad person because you liked hurting an actual bad person who deserved whatever you did to them and more. OK?”

She sniffed and nodded and she leaned forward, against you.

“I don’t want to do that again,” she sniffed. “I really fucking don’t…”

“I know,” you said softly, holding her close. “I’m so sorry you had to do it then. We’re going to make sure you don’t need to do it again. We’re going to take care of you, we’re going to protect you. We won’t let anything happen to you.”

She sniffed and nodded and you held her for a while longer.

“How are you feeling?” You asked quietly eventually. “Any better now that you’ve talked about it?”

“A little, I think,” she sniffed and straightened. “What time is it? Time to switch watch?”

“Not yet,” you lied with a soft smile. “Go back to sleep for a bit, OK?”

She nodded and lay down, curling in on herself a bit. You stayed close to her for a bit, waiting for the cadence of her breaths to shift to sleep. You watched her like that, her face peaceful and relaxed.

You should have been there to protect her. Should have been there to make sure no one came close to touching her. Should have made sure she didn’t need to kill anybody. That had been why you’d wanted to come with her to begin with, to protect her from what you knew was out here in the way you hadn’t been able to protect Jessica all those years before. Ellie was alive but you hadn’t kept her safe, not really. The failure of it sank through your chest and into your stomach like lead. You hadn’t done your job and it was Ellie who would need to suffer the consequences.

You let Ellie and Joel rest, leaning back against a tree, watching them both. They were so much more fragile than either of them would admit to being, both of them hurting from the worst things that life could do to a person while trying so hard to be strong. It threatened to swallow them. You weren’t great with a gun or a knife, you weren’t good at hurting and killing and all the things the apocalypse seemed to demand of survivors. But you were good at taking care of people, at helping them. You could take care of them in the ways they needed, help them find their way back to the versions of themselves that were buried deep under the rubble of this life. You could spend your existence doing that, you thought, and it would be enough for a full life. Loving them through it all would be enough.

***

If Ellie had been more herself, Joel would have started the day by chewing you out. You were still awake when the sun came up, clearly tired but keeping your eyes open, on guard.

But Ellie was distant and detached when she woke up a few minutes later, only answering questions with a shrug and staying close to your side.

“You gonna tell me what happened last night?” He asked, voice low, when Ellie stepped away for a bathroom break. You were on the edge of the city now, so close to your final destination. It settled like a stone in his stomach, the bile of uncertainty and change setting him on edge.

“Not my thing to tell,” you smiled a little sadly at him. “But I’ve got it covered. It’s OK.”

“Don’t like you stayin’ up all night,” he grumbled. “Pushin’ yourself too hard…”

“But it’s fine when you do it?” You asked, brows raised.

“My reaction time with a gun when I’m half asleep is better than yours when you’re wide awake,” he said flatly.

“Well I didn’t need the gun so it’s a moot point,” you replied, a little smug. “But pick a fight with me about it later, when we’re in for the night. Ellie…”

He nodded once. It was a day where the kid needed extra care and attention. He still wasn’t sure what caused it but he saw the signs of it. You and Joel hadn’t really talked about it but you both saw it happening. You’d trade off trying to engage with her, trying to make sure she wasn’t closing herself off too much, trying to get her to eat something and drink enough water. It gave Joel a new appreciation for what Tommy must have done for him in the early days of the outbreak, just after he lost Sarah. He was only alive because of your voice in his head and his brother’s kindness.

“Here we go,” Joel said, coming out of a camper he’d been rummaging through for supplies. “We can play this tonight. Want to kick my ass at something besides poker, this is it…”

He held up a copy of Boggle. Ellie just kind of nodded.

“Kicking your ass is fun,” you said, looking at her as you said it. “And I bet we could get him to make things interesting…”

That at least caught her attention and she raised her eyebrows at you.

“I learned the other day that he’s willing to put an a-cappella performance of a song on the line,” you said. “We could experience a live, one night only, Joel Miller musical event…”

Ellie smiled a little at that.

“I’ll let you bet that,” Joel said, just happy to get some sign of life out of the girl. He’d be willing to be a lot to make that happen. “Gonna have to put something good on the line yourselves though, big risk for me…”

“First choice on canned goods for a week?” You asked.

“I’ll take that,” Joel said, glancing down at Ellie as the three of you continued on. Her smile had faded already. He shared a look with you, the shadows of Salt Lake City looming over you.

“Well there’s a tall building there…” Joel said, looking up at it, trying to gauge its structural integrity.

“So we’re going to cut through that building there, go up the tall one and take a look around?” Ellie said, voice flat.

“Well, actually,” Joel said. “I found some dynamite back there. Figured we blast our way through and then…”

“Shit, really?” She looked up at him.

“No,” he smiled a little. “We’re gonna do what you said. But my way would’ve been fun, right?”

“Yeah,” she smiled a little back. It didn’t reach her eyes.

Joel led the way through the building, keeping an eye out for some sign of humanity - or infected. But there wasn’t much of anything.

“Didn’t realize it was this bad out west,” you said as you picked your way through the rubble of the structure. “I know I had no reason to but I always kind of thought the east coast got the worst of it…”

“Dallas didn’t fair well, either,” Joel said. “Didn’t stay there long, that’s for damn sure, but half the fuckin’ city was a crater. Texas Stadium was in one piece, they were tryin’ to set up somethin’ there when we cut through but half the buildings were gone.”

“I wonder what other countries did,” you said. “If they did the same things we did or if they did something different and if they did any better in the long run…”

Joel spotted a ladder on a ledge and a possible way up and through.

“Hey, Ellie,” he said, distracting her from her tracing patterns in the dust with the toe of her shoe. She looked up. “Think that might be the route. If I give you a boost, can you get that ladder down here for us?”

“Yeah,” she nodded with a tight smile, coming over to him. “Boost away.”

She climbed up him, stepping off his leg to his hands to his shoulders as she clambered up. She started lowering the ladder down when something got her attention.

“Oh wow…”

She dropped the ladder and it fell with a clatter to the ground, you jumping forward to try to catch it before it hit Joel. You missed.

“Jesus, Ellie!” He called after her, scrambling for the ladder. You backed up, looking up to the space above with a frown.

“Can’t see her,” you said as he got the ladder set.

“Better not be gettin’ herself killed,” he muttered, rushing up the ladder with you close behind.

“Guys, come on!” She yelled as Joel pulled you up the rest of the way. You both looked at each other for a moment. This was easily the most excited you’d heard her since Silver Lake. You weren’t about to argue. “Hurry! We’re gonna fuckin’ miss it!”

You and Joel both ran after the sound of her voice and found her standing at the edge of the broken side of the building, a giraffe standing in front of her, watching her with almost as much curiosity as she was watching it.

“Oh shit,” you breathed, a wide smile spreading over your face.

“Don’t scare it!” Ellie looked over her shoulder to the two of you.

“We’re not,” Joel said, slowly and cautiously breaking off some greenery that had started taking over the dilapidated building. He held it out to Ellie and she took it. “Go slow…”

She smiled and held the twig out. Joel broke off another one for you and you took it, watching as the animal wrapped its tongue around Ellie’s leaves.

“Woah!” She looked at you. “You see that?”

“Yeah,” you smiled, sounding oddly choked up. “Their tongues can be almost 2 feet long, they use them for reaching high up leaves…”

Joel looked at you and you shrugged.

“Elizabeth was learning about giraffes when we left,” you said. “She was telling me all about them. She thought the tongues were particularly cool…”

“Because they are,” Ellie said, voice full of wonder. “Hey there!”

The giraffe apparently decided she had enough and started off, Ellie following along the edge of the building, you and Joel trailing behind her until she stopped at another gaping hole in the structure. Giraffes roamed the grounds below, long necks bobbing as they walked.

“So cool,” She breathed, smiling. It reached her eyes this time. “Can’t believe people wouldn’t travel just to have a chance at seeing shit like this…”

Joel looked out over the city, spotting what he thought would be a good route to try for the hospital and just watching Ellie and you enjoy the giraffes. You stayed up there until they were all gone, the ground below just grass now.

“C’mon,” Joel said. “Should keep movin’.”

Ellie kept the glow after the giraffes for a bit, but it was easy to see it start to fade. The wonder and joy couldn’t stay forever, not in a world like this one, not in a place like this.

But it could in Jackson. If it could stick around anywhere, it was there.

“You know,” he said as the three of you walked. “We tried, the three of us. We really tried to find the Fireflies, get you this far…”

“Yeah,” Ellie nodded.

“Found the first spot without their help,” he continued. “But they’d left. Lookin’ for this one now and not seein’ much of a sign of ‘em…”

Ellie shrugged.

“Probably just trying to hid from raiders or FEDRA or some shit,” she said. “That’s what we do.”

“Yeah, sure,” Joel nodded. “But…”

Ellie stopped walking and turned to face him.

“But what?”

“Baby Girl,” Joel looked at her, this girl who had - in the span of just a few months - become as central to his being as you were. He sighed. “You’ve done so much. You don’t need to do any more. We can just turn around, go back to Jackson. We can do it right now…”

“And do what?” She frowned.

“Just live,” you said. “You don’t have to do anything else but that, sweetheart. I promise, you don’t. You don’t owe the world a damn thing…”

“But everything we’ve done,” she said. “Everything I’ve done… It has to mean something, right? It has to be for a reason. It can’t… It can’t all be for nothing.”

“It kept you alive,” you said. “That’s all it’s ever been about…”

“I’ve been given this… thing,” she said. “I’m special, right Doc? No one else is out there like me?”

“That I know of,” you nodded. “Yeah. But that’s true even if you weren’t immune, kiddo…”

“I can’t not use it,” she shook her head. “I mean, Doc, you’ve always said we’re here to love people. How am I supposed to do that if I could save the world and I just… don’t?”

“It’s not supposed to be at the expense of yourself, Baby Girl,” you said gently. “We don’t know what’s waiting for us there but…”

“But we should find out,” she said. “If I can save people… I want to. I’m special for a reason, right? It has to be for a reason, all of this has to be for a reason.”

She turned to keep walking and the desperation spread through Joel so fast he spoke without fully thinking.

“I was the one who missed.”

Ellie froze before turning around, looking at him. He took a deep breath but kept going.

“No one shot at me ‘cept me,” he said. “I was the one who missed.”

You stepped closer to him and slipped your hand into his.

“What…” Ellie’s voice trailed off.

“Sarah died,” he said and he looked at you. “Thought she was gone, too….” He looked back at Ellie. “Didn’t seem worth it. I wanted to be done. I was sure, never been more sure of anything in my damn life so I…”

He took a deep breath.

“I flinched,” he said. “Part of me… part of me knew I’d find her again…” He gave your hand a squeeze. “But that wasn’t enough. Not for a long time… Anyway, what I’m tryin’ to tell you…”

“I know what you’re trying to tell me,” she said, giving him a tight smile. “So time really does heal all wounds?”

“Wasn’t time that did it,” he said. “Baby Girl, you’re enough all on your own, immune or no. You don’t need to do another damn thing, you just keep livin’ and that’s enough.”

She watched him for a moment.

“I’m really glad that didn’t work out, Joel,” she said quietly. “But we should keep going.”

He nodded slowly and Ellie turned to head further into the city. You pressed a kiss to the scar at his temple and he took a deep, shaky breath.

“If we haven’t found ‘em by tomorrow…” he said.

“I know,” you said softly.

The two of you caught up with her quickly.

“I think this calls for some shitty puns,” Joel said.

“Excellent puns, you mean,” you corrected him.

“You asked for it,” Ellie smiled, slinging her backpack around to her front and grabbing the book out.

“Oh this is good,” she looked at the two of you. “People are making apocalypse jokes like there’s no tomorrow!”

Joel smiled and shook his head and you snorted.

“Not too soon?” She asked, turning the page.

“That’s just topical,” Joel said.

“I think I need a new line of work,” you said, looking at Ellie. “And making mirrors is something I could really see myself doing…”

“Ohhhh,” she groaned. “That one’s so bad!”

“Is it?” You crinkled your nose.

“Here’s one,” Ellie said. “One of my favorites, you’ll have to guess why… Moon rocks taste better than Earth rocks. Know why?”

“Why?” Joel asked.

“Because they’re meteor!”

“No,” Joel shook his head as Ellie laughed. “Uh-uh, that one’s bad…”

“That one’s perfect!” She replied. “It’s a pun and it’s about space, you literally cannot get better than that.”

“That’s a three of 10,” Joel said. “And that’s bein’ generous.”

“What!” She shook her head. “No way, at least a six, probably an eight….”

Joel only heard the canister hit the ground because he turned his head to look at you, the clatter of the metal on the pavement making him pause.

“What…” you began but Joel moved fast, grabbing your arm and Ellie’s and throwing you both behind him just as the canister exploded.

The last thing he heard was you screaming his name before he passed out.

A/N: Yup. We're here. We're too this point.

Canon is going to diverge next chapter as we close in on the end of this story but get ready for *drumroll* FERAL JOEL!

Because next chapter is all Feral Joel all the time.

And we love that for us.

There is a taglist if you'd like to be added BUT we're really closing in on the end here. I think this story will be wrapped by the end of the month. I will add you if you'd like, however!

Thank you for being here and sticking with this story! I've loved every second of this adventure with you. Love you!!

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da-shrimping-station · 16 days

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Intrusive Thoughts

tw: blood, mentions and thoughts of violence and gore

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Hyperfixating on wings isn't a bad thing, Aren thought.

Humans don't have them and one can only imagine how it feels like to have a pair. They know Lucifer knows that they have a certain interest in them. It's rude to stare, yes. But Aren thinks it's even more rude to just touch without permission. And it's not like they'd get permission to anyway.

So they stuck to staring and observing, eyes filled with curiosity. Just like right now. They sat on the sofa, fiddling with the keychain on their DDD.

Lucifer and Simeon were talking, discussing something that flew over Aren's head because Lucifer was in his demon form, wings out and moving minutely in tandem with his other habits. It ruffled when he sighed, twitched when he seemed annoyed, and it drew close to his body when he was in deep thought. The pitch black feathers had a glossy sheen to it, probably some sort of waterproofing like the birds in the human realm but Aren could never be sure. It reflected the light from the fire quite nicely.

There's been a nagging thought that had bothered them from the very start. Other ideas started piling up on it too. Today must've been the day Aren couldn't keep it to themself anymore.

"Hey, Lucifer?" They call out softly. The eldest brother paused his conversation. He and Simeon turned to them in question. "How sturdy are your wings?"

"What?" Both men looked at them in confusion but Aren wasn't deterred.

"How sturdy are your wings? They're like a bird's right? Bone structure and feathers and all. Bird wings break and tear so easily. I'm just wondering if they're just as fragile."

Aren's imagination had run amok by then. How would it look like to see those wings break? To see those feathers being ripped off one by one? Would those bones be as fragile, snapping in half with just the right force and so easily torn off from his back? How much blood would there be? How would those feathers look, stained red with blood?

How would Lucifer sound like were it to happen to him?

But he had torn his own wings off right? But then again, tearing your own wings off and having someone else do it is another thing entirely...

And then there's Simeon. They hadn't seen his wings yet. They doubt they will in their entire life but they could imagine how it looks. Pure white and silky, not a blemish in sight. Two pairs of glowing wings fitting for a virtuous angel like him. For him, however, Aren would like to take his wings off with as little damage possible. As exciting as it is to picture red stains on pristine wings, they think it's best to keep them clean.

"Aren?" There was apprehension in Lucifer's voice, face set in a frown as he felt malice and violence rolling off of Aren in waves. "What prompted the question?"

"Are you alright?" Simeon must be feeling the same, walking closer to them with concern written all over his face.

"Ah, don't worry! I'm just curious, is all," they reassured with a chuckle, smiling brightly.

Lucifer's wings twitched, the sound of feathers rustling filled the brief silence. "Well, if you're really curious, angel and demon wings are very sturdy. Enough to be used offensively should the situation calls for it."

Aren hummed as they stood up. "A shame, then. Thanks for answering though! Well, I'll be off now. I gotta meet up with Solomon and Satan. Be back after dinner!"

Lucifer and Simeon watched with wariness as the human left the room with a spring in their step.

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#shrimpy drabble #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me swd #obey me lucifer #obey me simeon #obey me original character #obey me main character #aren can be a bit unhinged sometimes #i cant blame them #🦐:drabble

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sleepy-hyperfixations · 28 days

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it was never coming out of my drafts anyways so you can have half of it (the other half is just badly written porn that i gave up halfway through)

This is unfair, Gale thinks. He’s not a man easy to fall into temptation, but God is really testing his limits right now.

Bucky is sitting right in his central field of vision, licking a popsicle. Actually, scratch that. Sprawling like a cat is the more correct word to define how Bucky’s laid out on the bed.

Long limbs are splayed over the white mattress, stomach pressed to the sheets. The blanket is crumpled at the head of the bed, previously kicked away by Bucky’s impatient feet- the weather is too hot to allow for any cover. It’s also why Bucky’s almost naked right now. No shirt. Only shorts that are too short to be considered one. His thighs are in full view, soft and supple and begging to be done something to it. Gale doesn’t know what. Squeezing it may be nice.

Gale loosens his collar. He hasn’t gotten his dress uniform off since he arrived from the major’s office. He had just been promoted to Captain rank. Bucky had already been promoted weeks ago.

When he had arrived at their shared bedroom, Bucky was in the middle of watching the Yankees game. His shirt hadn’t gone off then. He asked how the meeting went to which Gale just nodded, telling him the brief summary. There really wasn’t much to tell. He got promoted, got a new badge, and then went to the cafeteria later to get some iced coffee. Bucky still hugged him anyways, the grip almost crushing. That’s when he felt the stickiness of sweat slicking Bucky’s skin and realized how hot it has been today.

Gale walked over to the side of the room, placing his badge on the desk. When he turned over his shoulder, Bucky was slipping his shirt off.

It’s not the first time he’s seen Bucky’s bare body. His smoothly, defined muscles, soft from afar. But it’s the first time he’s noticing how slim Bucky’s waist is. Compared to the broad width of the shoulders, his waist looked like it could fit in both of Gale’s hands.

Gale swallowed, turning away, and took off his tie.

When he looked back again, Bucky’s walking over to the mini fridge they keep in the room. Captain privileges- Bucky ordered it a week ago. Then he took out a bright wrapping or some sorts. Gale didn’t even know there were things already kept in the fridge. Bucky opened the wrapper, almost slowly like he’s having trouble. Like he couldn’t just rip it off.

Gale would have offered to help him out if he didn’t have this dryness in his throat.

Then Bucky finally popped it open, and oh. It’s a popsicle. He took the plastic wrapping off completely, holding it by the wooden stick. Then he parted his lips, almost too slow bordering on questionable, and darted his tongue out to lick it. Kittenishly, like shy.

Gale was jolted when Bucky suddenly peered at him from across the room. Bucky asked if he wanted one, the heat bringing a healthy flush to his cheeks, eyes blinking at Gale.

Gale shook his head, swallowing, and turned back to the table.

He bit his lips as his groin accidentally pushed against the edge. This is bad. Really bad. He’s half-hard in his pants, and the reason had been his best friend licking a goddamn popsicle.

He discreetly breathed out shakily and composed himself. It’s alright. He could do it. He just had to walk past the room, to the door, to the communal showers, and get himself off over there. Being hard is normal biology.

God knew how many times he’s heard Bucky’s muffled whimpers in the darkness when they were cadets. They were sharing bunks with other boys back then, around twelve of them in the same room. He tried not to tear the place down, knowing the rest could hear Bucky too at night.

He still didn’t want to admit the time when he fought another guy extra hard, sending him to the med wing- during a “training” session. The guy had been jerking off to Bucky’s quiet moans.

Gale drew in a slow inhale and readied himself. He turned back. Tried not to grab his crotch right there and then when he saw Bucky’s legs. Somehow within that short period of time, Bucky’s switched his pants to shorts. Bright red ones that hid nothing and do nothing except hug his ass’ curves.

That had been how Gale found himself in this position now. Preparing himself to walk past Bucky while trying not to pay attention to how those lips wrap around the popsicle, the sound wet as he pops it off his mouth. The blush on Bucky’s face is really not helping either.

Gale stands straight. He takes a deep breath, then begins to walk. One step, two steps, three steps. One more and he can make it past. Four-

A soft moan makes him freeze.

He tells himself not to look but he can’t help it, head already turning, glancing down… To Bucky’s scrunched face, eyes shut as his mouth parts. Another soft mewl escapes him.

Blood rushes down south. Gale’s body is heavy, face numb.

Bucky blinks his eyes open, peering up at him. His lashes seem to flutter. “This ice is really good, Buck. You don’t want some?”

Gale can’t say anything, can’t bring his tongue to move. Ordering himself to blink feels like a monumental task. Bucky’s brow furrow, lips pouting. Gale doesn’t even know why Bucky’s doing that.

He almost chokes on his own saliva when Bucky tucks a curl over his ear and wraps his mouth on the popsicle again. He pushes it deeper. Three-quarters of the ice has disappeared inside.

Bucky opens his eyes, staring at him. He blinks slowly. Gale isn’t sure what he’s supposed to be doing right now but he’s getting increasingly hard. He’s pretty sure there’s a tent in his pants right now.

Bucky then pulls back the popsicle, slowly. It seems to be the motif today. Slow. And sensual and innocent and soft. He takes extra time when his mouth is at the edge. He pops it off with a wet sound. Saliva strings connect his lips to the popsicle.

Gale almost believes that he could’ve come untouched right that second.

“Can I help you?” Bucky asks. His red lips, now sheen with blue ice, juts out.

anon pls this it so good 😭

#masters of the air #mota #buck x bucky #clegan #buckbucky

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whump-4-ever · 6 months

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Reformed, Part 3

TW: Seizure, cursing

Part 2 -> https://www.tumblr.com/whump-4-ever/732499030072016896/reformed-part-2?source=share

Part 1 -> https://www.tumblr.com/whump-4-ever/732109179568930816/reformed-part-1?source=share

Caretaker ripped Villain’s front door open the second they arrived, storming inside so quickly that the noise startled Villain.

“Damn it, Caretaker! I told you to fucking knock!” Villain growled from where they were crouched beside Hero, adrenaline pulsing through their veins from the surprise of the jump scare. Sighing heavily, Villain rose to their feet and glanced over at Caretaker. “Hero’s-“

“Shut the fuck up!” Caretaker snarled as they rushed to Hero’s side. Upon reaching the couch, Caretaker dropped to their knees and very gently took Hero’s face in their palms, all traces of aggression melting away to make room for an expression of worry. “Hero?” They repeatedly stroked their thumb back and forth over Hero’s cheekbone, acid bubbling up in their throat as fear surged through them. Hero’s skin was so warm, too warm, and they were just covered in sweat, so much so that their beautiful brown curls were plastered to their forehead. “H-Hero? It’s me. It’s Caretaker. I’m here, baby.” Caretaker received no response from Hero. They just lay there, blissfully unaware of how quick and shallow their breathing was, of how dangerously high their temperature was, how seriously ill they were. “Please, baby. Please wake up,” Caretaker begged, staring down at Hero’s closed eyelids in hope. “Open your eyes for me. Let me see those beautiful brown irises.” When there was still no answer, Caretaker leaned down and slowly moved Hero’s head until it was nestled in the crook of their neck, cradling it close. “Please….” They whispered. “I love you so much.”

A pang of sympathy materialized in Villain’s gut at the scene before them. They wouldn’t dare admit it aloud, but as they watched Caretaker, picking up on the shear amount of worry in their words, the way their voice shook as if about to break, seeing how they touched Hero as if they were made of paper mache, all of Caretaker’s anger suddenly made sense. They’d never truly been mad, not during the phone call and not now. They were scared. Terrified, even. Villain understood, more than they’d like to admit, how Caretaker felt, and they wished they could do more to help. They didn’t know much about Caretaker, but they knew they didn’t deserve this. Yeah, Villain didn’t particularly like Caretaker, but that didn’t mean they wanted Caretaker to suffer. They especially didn’t want them to suffer the same way Villain had in the past.

Villain swallowed nervously before taking a step forward and laying a hand on Caretaker’s shoulder. “They’re gonna be okay,” They said softly. Caretaker flinched at the unexpected gesture but remained silent. That caused Villain’s anxiety to spike, leading them to believe they’d done the wrong thing. They drew in a shaky breath, preparing themself for the absolute worst, but it never came.

After a few moments of nothing but dead air, Caretaker sniffled and let out a choked sob. “I can’t lose you. I can’t!” They whispered to Hero.

Not quite sure what to do next, Villain went with their instincts and got on their knees beside Caretaker, their hand still resting on Caretaker’s shoulder. “Hey, they’re gonna be okay. Hero’s tough as a motherfucker. If anyone can get through this, it’s them.”

Caretaker, with as much gentleness as they could, laid Hero back down on the couch. Then, without any warning whatsoever, they whirled around and threw themself into Villain’s arms, uncontrollable sobs hiccuping their way out of their chest in waves. “Hero’s done so much for me, for you, for everyone. They can’t just die, not like this.”

Villain was in so much shock they momentarily froze. They hadn’t the slightest clue as to how they were supposed to react in a situation like this, so all they did was very loosely wrap their arms around Caretaker, hugging them awkwardly. “They won’t. I’ll make sure of that, okay?”

“But you can’t!” Caretaker cried brokenly, their voice muffled by Villain’s clothes. “We don’t even know what’s wrong, and now they’re hardly even breathing! We’re too late! We-“

A pained, deep-throated groan from Hero cut Caretaker off mid sentence. Caretaker tore themself away from Villain and scrambled back to Hero’s side, quickly wiping their tears before cupping Hero’s cheeks like they had before. “Hero?” They asked uncertainly, their heart galloping in their chest.

Hero peeled sticky eyelids apart and gazed up at Caretaker, revealing exhausted, bloodshot eyes. Their cracked, dry lips were parted slightly, and their tongue was sticking out just the tiniest bit. “C’ret’k’r…?” They slurred.

“Hey, baby, hey. Yeah, it’s me. I’m right here, baby.” Caretaker took one hand and laid it on Hero’s forehead, unsticking their curls from their sweat-covered skin and then starting to massage their scalp with the tips of their fingers. “It’s okay.”

Hero only hummed quietly in response, their eyes slowly rolling upwards as their head started to loll to the side, going heavy in Caretaker’s palm.

“Hey. No, no, no, no,” Caretaker took Hero’s face in both hands for the third time and very gently jostled their head in an attempt to get their attention. “Stay with me, sweetheart. Stay with me.”

“…’s not….” Hero murmured. Only the whites of their eyes were showing now, and it was just seconds later when their whole body went ridged, their back going ramrod straight.

“Hero!” Caretaker cried out. They felt sick to their stomach as they took in the sight before them, panic threatening to overwhelm them because they knew. They knew what was about to happen, and they were terrified. Being the team’s assistant medic, Caretaker had quite a bit of medical knowledge, and they, very easily, recognized the signs of an oncoming tonic clonic (grand mal) seizure when they saw them. They’d just never seen it happen to Hero. “Shit!” Caretaker hissed under their breath as Hero started convulsing violently. “S-Stay with me, Hero. I-I’ve got you. Just stay with me.”

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jaguz123 · 1 month

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Thermodynamic Lawyer

aka: a chonny jash fanfic

yes ! hello ! idk if this is how it works really , but i've decided to cross post stuff onto here as a test i guess

... will release new parts, hopefully i can figure out how to navigate tumblr in the meantime

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They stood there. Almost seamlessly. They fit into the image so well, as if they were meant to be there. But they were pasted there like patchwork- glue and shreds of paper stuck to their edges ruining their view. Freud had underestimated the power that they held, grimy fingers reaching for any ounce of influence over his sovereignty, hissing and clawing at each other.

He watched the advisors in action with a gloomy look in his eye. They threw everything they could at each other. They screamed obscenities, they slammed each other's skull in the wall… And Soul laid there, staring. He could do nothing but glare at them and their profane forms. He couldn't tell if his head was in the clouds or if it was six feet underground- fiberglass fanned across his skin, cotton in his ears. He was resting, watching as they fought, far too tired to bring out his trident.

He could offer the usual assurances. Tell them that they were the same. He could stand like that, better than them, but they looked at him as if they knew something he didn't.

Always and forever, he thought. Better. Superior.

Yes, he watched the Avian screech and sob as the Automaton ripped into his flesh with an almost guilty look in his gaze. Unwilling to indulge in his anger, and yet he committed the integral act anyway. To commit the atrocity wasn’t what was bad- it was to give into the emotion that oversees it. Mind was filthy nonetheless. Heart was soaked in the core-rotting metaphor synonymous for the trivialities of suffering that- meaning something important maybe in some other world- he had forgotten the name of. It was likely an overused proverb. Decayed trite and worthless, frayed at the edges by its repeated utterances. Paper can only stand the test of time for so long.

Soul thought, The first law of thermodynamics states… That if 2 systems are in equilibrium with a third system,-

The Weeping Angel struck the machine in front of him with a harsh cry, wings flaring, screaming in agony, “Your fault! Your fault, you knew it, you know it! You- god, I missed! I wish I hadn’t of missed!”

-then they are thus in equilibrium with each other. It is common sense. He lightly coughed into his palm. He watched with dying interest. His body still felt exhausted. So did he. The only difference between him and his weighted body was the fact that one listened to what he wanted, the other completely disregarded it. Guess which was which.

“Alright,” He sighed, finally at least somewhat fulfilled with his rest, tired of their bickering- “uh… Now, if I must-” grappling for his line… What did he always say here again? “You two are one in the same… Why do you always fight?” He drew out the last sentence, begging the clock to stop ticking, wailing for the bird to stop its call. Asking so kindly for the ruler to stop his parade. Not a soul in that room would listen.

Again, they looked at him with that snobbish look of theirs. They looked tired of that bullshit of his- maybe they were just blind to their own- looking at him as if he were a child fresh from the womb. He would crawl his way back up their expectations again maybe, perhaps he’d drag his broken body up the bell curve and label himself the average- average life expectancy, of course, if he wanted to hang by the rope then they all would.

“Are you… Blind, or something? I’m fighting for your case.” He was a thermodynamic lawyer of sorts- oh, that sounded familiar. Where’d he hear that from? Whatever. It didn’t matter. The sentence wasn’t that grand anyway.

It appeared as though they had finally separated from their quarrel- they had found their bodies, but not their eyes. Pathos might finally come together with Logos to rise against the hypocrisy of Ethos, discreditable sources and quotes from lawyers of the past, the one who had held himself in contempt- and the third-eyed joke of a man.

(nothing against will wood btw this is just for the story)

“And… What do you think you hold against us? A noose?” Heart hissed at him, before turning around and stomping away. Mind stood rooted there like a dead tree managing to stand the weathering of lifeless bark, tolerating every force pushed against it even in its death.

“Do you propose we sit down and have a chat?” Soul asked. He ignored how the canvas in front of him was blank. He disregarded how the clock struck twelve, pushing the ticking out of his thoughts as if it had a lack of relevance. Really, it was the most important thing he could hear at the moment. He was aware of the glare shot at him. He wouldn’t turn his back on a fucking knife, so he kept gazing at the machine-like creature in front of him. Shame he couldn’t grow a face on the back of his head to keep an eye on the mirror behind him.

“No, no- I don’t suppose I do. Just a word would be fitting.” That look. That pathetic look. It was almost pitiful, the look you’d offer an overly optimistic child that still thought the world was sunshine and rainbows and friendship bracelets at school, ketchup stains on your shirt and your hands filled with scribbles of marker.

“Oh-” The talk would be long. Or at least agonizing. Coming from the man who had glared at himself through the glass, he knew what to expect from that attitude. To expect anything more was to expect the faceless author trying to fill some self-set quota to come up with her own clever lines, desperately scratching the surface of such demands to figure out how she even saw herself at that point.

At best, the reflection was blurred, the outcome hazy- he might slip out of this with only one or two bruises to his identity. He could try to get the superego under control, but the rider of the horse was only as strong as he willed himself to be. The mount could rear him off easily.

“You don't know yet. You truly have no idea. Of course, nothing new from the man that copes by making Tally Hall covers-" He paused for the presumed effect, “-you really are just this brand new breed of pathetic that I don't even know what to name you as.”

Soul started back with a grimace. Oh. Okay. Shit.

He blurred it all out. The anaesthesiologist had done his work well. He couldn't feel the knife digging itself into his chest, he couldn't feel it dragging chunks of his flesh out. He watched as it happened with a hollow stare- apathy was the main numbing agent. He wished he could just sink into repose like he had before. The reprise of the situation would happen again next time. Reprise? Repose? They were synonymous. Again and again, until something breaks. Something would put him to rest and he would wake up again like he had before.

“I am the lawyer fighting for your case, I am the jury arguing against you…” Soul whispered, drawing his breath near and close, almost afraid to share anything with the man in front of him. "Thermodynamics states that you are the same… The same as he… Threes, not thirds!”

The Automaton leaned down at this, glancing at his disheveled form with slight confusion. He asked, "Pardon?”

Soul didn't listen. He was too busy hearing the ringing of the Bell curve, skull pounding in rhythm with the metronome, painting himself as the sane minority. It's the same as insane, if you really think about it. The right to a stable mind is an unobtainable privilege, but it is wholly possible in the eyes of the beholder. If only Soul was his own protagonist, then he'd be able to behold the fruits of his labors quite well.

He leaned his head back with an almost tipsy look in his eyes, a laugh in his throat swirling with a gag.

“Oh you think you're so smart for that… Don't you!-” He found himself suddenly hissing and lurching forward, before reminding himself of his own foreword and recalling the fact that lawyers probably don't harm their clients. Even if they're unwilling. No, he was a good person. He was whole. The other two were just parasites that had happened to stumble about. Why did he still defend their right to exist? They refused to acknowledge that they were the same.

He refused to acknowledge that the three of them were insane.

He held that thought at his lips, before standing up and nearly attempting to spit it out with a heave.

Mind rushed towards him, joints grinding against each other artificially. He stared at him with the eyes of a snake, like some peasant trying to rid the king of his crown. Tridential regicide! God!

“No! No! This talk is over! Not another word from you!” Soul gasped, scrambling away. He collapsed just a few steps into the hall, dragging himself the rest of the way to his room.

The second law of thermodynamics states that energy cannot be created or destroyed- that it can only change forms. You could suppress your urges in one field to invest in another- but you can never shove down your own zeal completely.

Soul slammed the door shut, falling down completely, laying on the floor with an almost awestruck expression on his face. The very root of his issues had clawed its way out of its own grave, told him what was wrong with what Soul always did, and crawled his way back down again. The visage was rotting, the corpse was alive- the carrion was walking, its eyes on the prize! The price was anonymous, probably costing nearly two thirds of a dollar, but pest control was sacred! He needed them gone!

And even though the war would never be over, the causation of depression nearly always fighting against him and the two passengers along with him- if he could get rid of those two neat sections of the load, maybe the boat would finally stop sinking.

Or maybe it would drag him down deeper. Maybe without his two counterparts, he would be weaker. Maybe none of them were meant to tear away from the abyss, born from the sacred flesh in which their forms were sculpted from.

Such a disgusting thought. They always swarmed around his head like flies or vultures, maybe he was the dead man walking here. Maybe that was why Heart's gaze was blind- Mind's was fresh- and his was merely atrophied from a lack of true vision.

His ego had told him to shun away the evidence of their faces and their uncanny resemblance. It had told him to neglect how they were lacking and completing, and he had listened. He hadn't even turned to look back- as it had stolen away the whites of his eyes too, and it had sealed the half of his decent side into some merciless black.

The closed system that he had barricaded and built around himself was loosening. It was leaking energy he would never get back. Entropy was freezing him in that very spot, the thing that kept him moving- going against the laws we have accustomed to build reality- had begun shattering in midair and fizzling out like dying oil lamps or active fireflies. He was unsure which was which, he was unsure if he would ever be sure.

Those laws must be nonsense. If they had any stable foundation in reality, why did they desert him in the most desperate throes of looming consciousness? He didn't want to admit that he might be wrong, even if that would make him right, because there's always the possibility that the assumption of self satisfaction was to be a lie. His hands laid outstretched towards the sky, reaching out and, with dying resolve, attempting to reach for that final dream that lay beyond even the most final frontier. Fragile at closer inspection, ready to shatter, and even more ready to drag itself together because of gravity. Again, and again- and again.

No matter how many times he said again, no matter how many times he yelled cut- no matter how many directions he yelled into the void, it would happen again. The world would cleanse itself of the memory- the good and the bad. The fact and the fiction. It would recall the lines drawn between Ethos, Pathos, and Logos. The rest was irrelevant. The evidence was trite. It all existed inside of their head, things being made up inside of their individual pseudo-consciousness. What was the difference between truth and false when one lacked the confidence to attempt to differentiate between the two? Nothing.

Soul was- he was- oh, who was he fooling here if not himself? He was nobody. Not even relatively close to the identity he was supposed to be. If anything, he was cripplingly tired, and that didn't help a damn thing. He lay there with the very black sunken eyes Heart owned, and he spoke with the same sharp tongue that Mind was too preoccupied with using to detect it in his voice. Just because they only found the flaws in him that they were concerned with didn't mean that the others didn't exist.

Heart and Mind were the same. He was different. He had to be different. Mediation was impossible then if he couldn't rip himself away from the other two. They could never be whole if they truly were the thirds they were supposed to be. They were three, and he needed to pacify them so they would finally fade away. Then he could be one. Not just one with Whole- but one as Whole.

Something in him doubted that.

He would recite the laws. He would split off and separate himself from the bad apples, he'd roll back to the tree- the tree towering so high over them. The tree that he would have to be.

Survival of the fittest, a lawyer in the making. His finality. His solution. The one he strived for- and he was so unbelievably close. He had to ignore that nagging voice holding him back.

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AN: mid as shit ... but anyway planning for there to be three chapters in total

barely beta read/looked over ... my neglected child , we're dying like soul's ego and likely fanon god complex

#chonnyjashfanfic #chonny jash #cccc heart #chonnys charming chaos compendium #chonnyjashshit #wacky #fanfics #fanfic #fanfiction #crossposted #crossposting #cccc mind #cccc #cccc soul #cj heart #cj mind #cj soul #mentionedwhole

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class-1b-bull · 8 months

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Can we share some nonsense about class B since they don't get the spot light enough?

Wrote most of this during my break at the cunt factory so it may be a little rushed /hj

Not proofread we die like men

Awase - one of his favorite things to go is weld one of his friends shoes to the ground before taking their phone or walet so they have to chase him barefoot.

Sen - during training once he missed a punch and drilled himself into the concrete and they had to get 3+ people to get him out

Kamakiri - once when Kamakiri was training with Tetsutetsu he trew him through a wall only for it to lead to the girls bathroom... they had to clean the entire dorms for like 3 weeks lol

Kuroiro - he tried to compliment his crush one time but the way he phrased it sounded like an insult and he was too scared to correct them when they pointed it out. Rip.

Kendo - there has been multiple times where one of her classmates has called her mom accidentally.

Kodai - she accidentally scared the shit out of Kamakiri once when she tried to ask him a question (he didnt see her walk up to him lmao)

Komori - she has forced awase to help her sew clothes before. He welds the fabric in place so it sticks before she secures it. The only reason awase agrees to do this is because she has a video of him falling down some stairs lmao

Shiozaki - her vine hair has thorns in it so its pretty common for her hair to latch onto one of her classmates clothes. (The class had to spend over an hour untangling her vines from Shishidas fur once)

Shishida - Shishida has a designed spot in the living area because he sheds so much. That chair is covered in fur 24/7 and its vacuumed twice a day

Shoda - he climbed onto the kitchen counter to reach something that was particularly high up once but he ended up falling lmao. He layed on the kitchen floor for like 15 minutes out of embarrassment even though no one was around

Pony - she still cant read Japanese all that well so theres been multiple times where she walked into the guys locker room/ bathroom

Tsubaraba - he tried to impress a girl by using his solid air to ask for her number but he ended up having a panic attack in front of her lmao

Tetsutetsu - he unironically says hes getting hard as a way to say hes gonna use his quirk. He hasent figured out why everyone gives him weird looks when he says that yet.

Tokage - once rin caught her eating an entire tub of icecream by herself on the kitchen floor at like 3am. Poor dude just wanted a glass of water.

Manga - one time he drew and cut out a life-sized version of himself and put his uniform on the cut out to see if vlad king would notice. He didnt.

Honenuki - one time honenuki apologized to a wall after walking into it. Only to then (immediately after) apologize to the same wall for thinking it was a person.

Bondo - he helps manga with arts and crafts all the time. And he was one of the main people that helped manga with his cutout mission (read mangas for context)

Monoma - the one time he said something nice about class A someone somehow got a video of it and showed it to their entire class. Class B treated monoma with that video for almost a full month lmao

Reiko - reiko and kuroiro work together to scare the shit out of there class every now and then but they stopped after it caused Kamakiri to punch an innocent manga in the face

Rin - not really some random nonsense he has done but I like to think if you press the right pressure points he activates his quirk involuntarily. Kinda like when a doctor hits that one spot in your knee and your leg kicks up.

I have no clue why but I really struggled writing for some of the students on this one rip... my mind was empty lmao

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managician · 2 months

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a life for a life

I had a bout of insanity today at 2am and was like 'hey a zombie apocalypse au where Shindou kills a man would be great'. So I wrote a short story of exactly that. oh and Tenma is also here.

blood tw etc etc sorry for this one but I like how it came out

“Shindou… san…?”

Shindou barely hears the voice of his companion over the ringing in his ears.

There’s an odd disconnect between his body and his mind. Something akin to the way one instinctively moves through a familiar house when it’s dark at night, aware of the space around them but not really seeing it.

All he can see is the blood in his hands.

It’s a sobering red. It’s much brighter than the blood a zombie splatters over them when Shindou rips their body open. It’s proof of someone’s life and someone’s death sticking to his skin, and he can’t seem to look away from it for a moment.

The red liquid shakes and quivers along with his hands. He can’t seem to hold them still, but he doesn’t think he’s feeling nervous or shaken. He doesn’t think he’s feeling anything at all. He can’t tell apart any of his feelings amidst the fog in his head.

“Shindou-san,” the voice insists, sounding desperate.

Shindou struggles to tear his eyes away from the spot they’d fixated on. But he can’t keep looking at his own open palms forever, can he? They need to get out of this supermarket, eventually. Their group is waiting.

They need to get out. That’s right… he’s not alone, even though he just...

(He didn’t even get the man’s name. Whose life did he get rid of?)

When Shindou finally raises his head, the only thing he sees is Tenma, and the relief that floods him is so overwhelming, he’s surprised he finds any strength to stand up.

“Are you… okay?”

The question comes out on autopilot, almost. And he doesn’t remember walking to Tenma, but his face is closer now, so he must have.

He can see it all clearly now. His unbrushed curls of hair, which grew even more dishevelled with the encounter; the faint smear of blood trailing down his neck, from the knife the man drew over his skin… His round eyes, glazed over with tears freely streaming down… His cheeks, already burning red from the crying.

Tenma can’t seem to find anything to say. He doesn’t answer. Maybe he doesn’t want to talk to Shindou. He’s always hated violence, hasn’t he? And Shindou just did the worst thing he can think of right in front of him.

There’s a deathly silence filling the aisles of the deserted room. Tenma only stares at Shindou, unblinking, and lets the tears fall, his throat ripping out quiet, tiny sobs, each of them making Shindou’s hands tremble just a bit more.

Tenma is… not afraid. It’s a strange realisation to have.

But Shindou can’t bear to let the boy out of his sight, and the more he looks into his eyes, the more he notices there’s nothing in his gaze telling Shindou to get away. No rejection. None of the hatred or thinly veiled disgust the rest of his friends show him, sometimes.

It’s still Tenma. Just Tenma. He’s the Tenma he knows. He’s okay, and Shindou is okay, too, so… there’s no need for him to cry.

He shouldn’t shed tears for someone who tried to kill him. Tenma has always been too kind, too thoughtful of others. The sight of his crying face is making something within Shindou’s chest crumble in pain.

He lifts a shaky hand, softly placing it over Tenma’s cheek. His thumb wipes away the beginning of a tear forming in the corner of his eye, leaving instead a smear of blood all over his sunkissed skin.

Against any and all sense, the touch seems to immediately calm Tenma down; he exhales out a short breath, and chokes down his next sob, growing aware that all he’s doing is tiring himself out.

Shindou must be hallucinating the soft, relieved smile he sees break out in Tenma’s face, the corner of his lips touching the fresh red Shindou just dirtied him with.

He must be hallucinating the way those same lips reach to brush the commissure of his, too.

Tenma links his arms behind him, then, pulling him closer, and Shindou feels the warmth of Tenma’s body rest against his own. It’s undeniably real. The soft chocolate hair grazing his jaw and the strength of the arms wrapped around his frame are real.

He returns the hug, pulling Tenma closer to him, like he’s something precious— which he is. Tenma has always been dear to Shindou, and you have to fight to protect what’s dear to you.

He managed to protect something precious. That’s all that matters to him, and maybe it’s all that matters to Tenma, as well. Maybe, he’s fine having Shindou soak him in the blood of that man neither of them will ever know the name of, as long as they can safekeep what is important.

“Shindou-san,” he hears Tenma mumble again, like he’s forgotten all other words. His fingers dig tightly into the back of his shirt. “Shindou-san…”

“Tenma,” he replies, pressing the boy’s head to his chest, running his hand over it. “It’s okay. It’s okay…”

“Shi—”

“I had to keep you safe,” Shindou says, and it’s —

A justification? An explanation? An apology?

The person speaking isn’t sure. The person listening doesn’t press to find out.

“I… I’m…”

“Are you okay?” Shindou tries asking him again, putting just enough distance between them so that he can take a proper look at Tenma’s expression as he waits for his answer.

Tenma gives a minute nod, but he’s staring down at the dirty floor of the building, like it’s somehow the most interesting thing he’s run into since the apocalypse started.

Not satisfied with that answer, Shindou gently places a hand on his chin, lifting Tenma’s face.

As if understanding the meaning of the gesture, Tenma nods again.

“I… I’m okay,” Tenma replies, his voice wavering a little. “I’m only okay because Shindou-san was here…”

He sounds so small and vulnerable. It makes Shindou want to shield him from the world, hiding somewhere where nothing and no one will be able to hurt him. He doesn’t think such a place exists, not anymore, but if it’s for Tenma… If it’s for Tenma, he can keep looking for it, just a little bit more.

Tenma has always given him hope. He can’t throw it all away. No matter what.

“...I’m glad.”

Shindou’s not in a state where words can get across how he feels, so all he does is be the one to lean down this time, pressing his lips to Tenma’s in another chaste kiss. The gesture of affection sticks out like a sore thumb against the trashed shelves, and the broken glass, and the musty smell permeating the air they breathe; like it belongs to another time, or to another, happier life.

But Tenma leans into it, one of his hands weakly clutching the fabric above Shindou’s heart, and for that single fraction of a moment, Shindou is at peace. It’s a calmness he hasn’t felt since his life changed for the worse.

As soon as the sensation is gone, he already longs to feel it again, and again, and again— but before he can pull Tenma into yet one more kiss, the boy hides his head in the crook of Shindou’s neck, burying his face in it.

“Thank you,” he whispers into his skin. “Thank you so much, Shindou-san…”

Shindou lets out a shaky breath he didn’t know he’d been holding in and pulls the boy close again. Those simple words manage to make the corner of his eyes sting and burn. The world around him blurs into a painting of bleak colours and desaturated walls, with a single focal point in the middle of it all.

Tenma’s so soft, and warm, and gentle; even now, despite everything. Shindou feels like he’s holding a ray of light in his arms.

“Tell me when you can get up,” Shindou murmurs into his ear.

From the way Tenma’s weight is all pressing onto him, he doesn’t think the boy can put any force into his legs, not just yet. His theory gets all but confirmed when Tenma weakly nods into his neck, making no effort to move away from him.

That’s okay. Shindou will wait. He will be patient and remain alert—easier said than done when Tenma’s warmth is so inviting, but he has to do his best. Tenma trusts him with his life, after all.

From the corner of his eye, he sees the body of the man, laying sterile on the floor.

A life for a life. The life of a violent man he doesn’t know weighed against Tenma’s, his beloved junior and partner.

He looks down at the boy in his arms. For an instant, again, all he can see is the blood in his hands, some of it dropping from his fingertips onto Tenma’s hair and clothes.

…A life for a life?

No. It’s not even close to an equal trade.

Shindou closes his eyes.

#theres like. there is absolutely takuten going on here but im not tagging it this is for me and the girlies #and this is actually part of a whole au but let's NOT get into that just yet #my writing

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rebelliousstories · 2 months

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Hearts of Sea Stone

Relationship: Sean Renard x Reader, Nick Burkhardt x Reader(Platonic)

Fandom: Grimm

Request: No

Warnings: Brief Strong Language, Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 6,629

Main Masterlist: Here

Grimm Masterlist: Here

Part 1: Tidal Wave // Part 3: Lost to the Sea

Summary: Caught in a net of mysteries, Nick Burkhardt has to find what is the truth, and what is false.

“So I shall die," said the little mermaid, "and as the foam of the sea I shall be driven about never again to hear the music of the waves, or to see the pretty flowers nor the red sun. Is there anything I can do to win an immortal soul?”

“Are you certain that was his name?” Nick felt bad for shaking the startled woman but he needed to be sure that he had heard her correctly.

“Of course I am,” she defended, “I’d sooner die than forget his name.” She looked incensed at the hidden accusation in the detective’s tone.

“Alright. I believe you but you need to come with me, and trust me.” And with that, the unlikely duo were off to go inside the precinct. Uniformed officers milled about, but not as many as there were during the day when he was usually here.

Nick could feel his breathing pick up but he did not know why. Why was he nervous about having this Tödlicheslied inside the office where his captain with the same name and same face as her supposedly dead lover might be? There was a light on in his captain’s office and felt a bit conflicted. Does he rip the bandaid off, or is there a way he can ease her into this?

“Nick?” She called softly, drawing him back into the present. He noticed that they had stopped in the threshold of the specific room where his desk was located. Letting out a sharp breath from his lips, the detective nodded and tried to get himself back in the game.

“Sorry. Um, my desk is just over here.” He stole a glance to the private office, and saw the blinds were open. Burkhardt set the woman in Hank’s chair with her back facing the captain’s line of sight and sat down in his own chair. Clicking his computer awake, Nick tried hard to keep his eyes on the screen and on the woman.

“So what is the name of the hotel you’re in?” His question sounded strained, but there was no way for his to stop it.

“It’s the Rose Red hotel on fifth and second.” She replied sweetly and softly, choosing not to draw attention to his tone.

“Okay, got their information. Now this book store. What’s the name?” Trying to wrack her brain for an answer, Nick casts his eyes over to the captain’s office. It did not appear that he noticed them in this late yet.

“I think it was called ‘Book Nook.’ I’m pretty sure that’s what it was called.” She had calmed down since she first met the Grimm, but being questioned about her whereabouts was enough to make her nervous again. Her hands began to fiddle with her necklaces yet again which drew the man’s attention to them once more.

“Okay. Do you mind if I have that for a moment,” his hand pointed to hers, “the gold one at least.” A shaky breath and a look of panic was all he got in return. Nick held up his hands in a, hopefully, non-threatening manner towards the woman.

“I just want to ask my captain if he knows the man in that photo. He’s been here longer, and may recognize him. Or maybe he remembers seeing a John Doe that looks like him. Please, it’ll be for just a moment.” He watched her battle herself once more and fiddle with the necklaces even more. It took another minute before her hands reached behind her head and unclamped the gold necklace that hung around her throat. Delicately, it was placed in Nick’s awaiting hand, who closed his fingers around it softly.

“Thank you. I’ll be right back.” Standing, he sent the woman another reassuring smile and watched her fiddle with the lessened weight around her neck before walking over to his captain’s office. Three knocks later and a call for him to enter was heard. Nick kept the locket and chain hidden from view at first, wanting to see how this was going to play out.

“Captain.” The detective called, watching him intensely.

“Nick,” a surprised statement came, “I thought you had gone home already.” Sean dropped his pen on his desk and turned his attention to the Grimm before him.

“I wanted to ask you something, but it might be kind of personal.” He started, unsure of how he was going to play this out even this far into it. Renard’s face scrunched in confusion before signaling the younger man to continue. But Nick could only get out the name the young lady at his desk had provided him. Sean’s face drop, and felt his heart grow icy as it fell into his stomach.

“How do you know that name?” He questioned, standing up slowly and maintaining eye contact with Burkhardt.

“So you know her?” He sent back, keeping his tone level and hands closed.

“Nick, I will ask you once more. How do you know that name?” Renard’s voice turned deadly.

“I need to know how you knew her first. Tell me that, and I’ll tell you how I know.” Nick spoke determined. Sean sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face as he thought about what to say next. The captain motioned to the chairs in front of him and his detective followed the movement.

“I was very young, keep that in mind.” He sighed yet again. “The only time I’ve ever truly been in love was with… her.”

“When I moved to Portland, I was lost for a bit. Had no idea what I was going to do exactly and would often find myself at the edge of the Willamette river just thinking.” Sean’s eyes glazed over as he was sucked into his memories.

“One night, I found a woman that was unlike anything I had seen. I heard myths of Tödlicheslied, but never thought I would see one in person. She was scared, rightly so. They don’t go near humanity except to feed. Eventually she was able to calm down enough that she could become less noticeable.” Nick felt his own hands trace over the locket in his hands.

“We tried to find her family, but it looked like they had abandoned her. Didn’t stop us from trying every full moon after that first month though. I helped her after she accidentally charmed a young man on the street into becoming obsessed with her. It was then I realized I needed to keep her safe, from anything. There are certain tonics that minimize the effect her voice had. A specific cream to keep her skin from drying out in between swims.” Renard leaned back in his chair and acquired a soft small on his face.

“I guess, over time, we fell in love. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced. There was a time right after I joined the force, that she waited up for me until 6:30 in the morning the following day. She went to bed at eight, but she waited up because I hadn’t checked in and was so worried that something had happened to me that she left crystals all over our coffee table.” This simple confession piqued Nick’s interest.

“Crystals?” He asked.

“Tödlicheslieden cry crystals on land. It has to do with the oxygen mixing with the chemical make up of the solution. We tried to figure it out when she was still here. But they cry crystals. Anyways,” the captain took a deep breath, “her family did eventually find her. About a year later. There message was clear: she was to return to the sea and her clan, or they would make her do so. They didn’t take kindly to her asking for time to think about her answer.” Another deep breath. Sean’s hand went to his neck, like there was something that was supposed to be there for him to mess with.

“That night, we were on the banks of the Willamette, trying to think about what our plan was. That’s when they jumped us. A couple of her cousins grabbed her and took her below the surface. Her father and brothers, however, stayed on land just long enough to ‘knock some sense into me.’ Their words, not mine. I don’t quite remember what happened after that, they hit me pretty good. Next thing I knew, I was watching an ambulance pull up on my location, and someone was asking my name.” Sean kept rubbing his hand just under the collar of his neck while he spoke.

“What happened to the woman?” Nick questioned softly, trying to keep from doing anything brash or sudden.

“I never knew,” Renard shook his head, “I tried to look out for a sign that she was coming back but nothing. I think at some point I just accepted that she had either truly forgotten me, or had died trying to get back to me. Whichever, I can only hope that she’s happier now.”

“Your hand keeps going to your collar. Is there something that’s supposed to be there?” The captain’s face hardened, as if he was trying to keep himself from becoming too emotional and remain objective. Like this was another investigation.

“We had matching lockets. I got them for us around the one year mark. Her’s was silver, mine was gold. She always looked better in silver than she did in gold.” His eyes glazed over once more, and his voice took on a soft, dream-like quality.

“A necklace like this?” Only then did Burkhardt place the golden chain and locket on his captain’s desk and watched.

Watched for a sign of emotion, of some sort of humanity in the man. It took a minute, but as Sean Renard came out of his thoughts to observe the object on his desk. A breath was punched out from the chest of the older man as he gingerly picked up the chain. He gasped in disbelief and tried to find the words to voice his thoughts, but none came to mind. In all the languages he knew or was fluent in, there were no words to describe the feeling of seeing the necklace in almost twenty years.

“Where did you find this?” Sean choked out, feeling his throat close.

“I need to know something first. Would she ever commit murder?” A humorless chuckle puffed out from the captain’s lungs.

“No. Never. When she lived with me, she went completely vegetarian, and was super careful about using her voice. Especially if she didn’t have the dampening tonic.” Both sets eyes stayed locked on the flash of gold.

“Okay. Is it possible that she could have been living her the entire time, trying to find you and never did?” Sean blinked, and leveled Nick with a look he had never seen before.

“Excuse me?” The captain growled, but the detective was unfazed.

“Captain, I’m pretty sure that I found her.” Renard said nothing. Not a word. But instead, he turned back to the locket and clicked it open. Photos he never thought he would see again, stared up at him. Black and white images of him happy that almost felt like a lifetime ago.

“Where is she?” Sean was sure that he was going to cry if he did not see the woman after all this.

“She’s out at my desk,” Renard stood with a fury, “wait!” Nick shouted at the taller man.

“Just, be careful. I’m still checking out her alibi for the drownings.”

“There is no way that she could have done this. Now if you will excuse me.” With that, Sean left the office in a blaze. The gold necklace in his hand felt like lead the closer he got to the woman who was still sat in Hank’s chair, beside Nick’s desk. The Grimm watched from the threshold of the office as the scene unfurled.

Calculated steps moved the man closer and closer to her. The same woman he had not seen in almost two decades. Her hair was shorter than it was back then. But her skin was no less as luminous, even underneath the precinct lights. Sean felt his hands begin to clam, and his throat tighten even more than before. There was no less than five feet between the pair, and yet, he made no move to call for her. As if he did, she would be gone just like how she disappeared every time from his dreams. Nick watched with keen eyes, and cleared his throat loud enough to catch attention. Renard turned to face his subordinate, and was drawn away when a gasp was heard from behind his head now.

Turning back, Sean watched tears gather in her eyes. He felt his own breath get pulled from his chest, and it appeared that she was suffering from the same breathlessness. Before he realized it, he was whispering her name, hoping that she was truly there.

“Sean? Is that really you?” Her whimper made the man’s heart burst in his chest.

“Yes. It’s me.” He whispered back at her. In all of about three seconds, the woman had thrown herself into his chest, and sighed as his arms wrapped tightly around her.

“You’re alive! I can’t believe you’re alive.” The words were slightly muffled into Sean’s chest, but neither one could find it in their hearts to care too much.

“Oui, mon siréne. I’m alive. And you’re here, on land.” One hand stayed on her back, keeping her pressed as closely as she possibly could. While the other one, traveled to pet the top of her head, and lay a kiss in the wake of his hand.

“Of course I am. I tried so hard to find you. Couldn’t exactly do that from the water now could I?” She teased, and was rewarded with another squeeze and kiss to her head. Pushing her lover away, the naiad looked at him in his eyes once more.

“I don’t understand though,” she began feeling her lashes become wet with unshed tears, “I thought you had died? They gave me your-” she cut her own words off. The necklace was resting against her head, still captured in Sean’s hand.

“No. No. Do you honestly think that it will only take a beating to kill me? Come now, mon siréne.” The hand on her head moved to cradle her face. Shockingly cool metal graced her cheeks from where the necklace was tanged in his fingers.

“I tried so hard to come back. But when I did I was… captured. It’s the only reason I don’t have my family trying to get to me now.” Her whispers were meant only for Sean, and this admission made his skin prickle.

“Captured? By who? I need the name.” He stated, ripe with a protective and possessive energy.

“Don’t worry about it. I took care of it.” She reassured him.

“Here.” Her hands reached up and took the gold chain from his fingers. She took apart the clasp mechanism and placed it around the man’s throat before securing it once more. The weight was something Sean had almost forgotten about, but now that it was back, he felt like there was no time that had passed since they tore it from his neck.

“I hate to break up the reunion,” it was only then that the couple realized that Nick was still there amongst them. “But, you can go back if you would like. I’ll call if I have any updates or any more questions.”

“Captain, you may want to take the night off.” He offered gently, watching Sean and his lady take in his words.

“I’ll be right back. Don’t move. I’ll return shortly.” Renard all but ran back to his office to close down for the night.

“How did you know?” She questioned softly to the Grimm before her. He turned his head from his captain to the woman and acquired a soft smile.

“The picture frame in your dressing room. I realize that the photo is almost twenty years old, but it looked too similar to Sean not to be him. Plus, when you told me his name, I had more conformation.” Nick explained, watching as she accepted the explanation. Eventually, her tears became too great for her to keep them in, and fat droplets rolled down her face. As the water ran off her face, crystals seemed to form as if by magic mid way through the air. She tried to catch them, but was blinded by more crystals, leaving Nick to help catch them instead.

“Are you okay?” Sean’s voice rang out. His tone was concerned, as he ran back over and help to catch the crystals as well. A tissue appeared in his hand and he began to dab away the water from her face.

“I’m sorry for that. Yes, I’m okay. Just been an emotional night I guess.” She held her hands out, and Nick followed his captain’s lead as he passed back the stones. Her hands pulled a bag from her coat pocket, and the crystals disappeared from view.

“Do you always keep those stones with you?” The young Grimm asked, his brows furrowing in confusion.

“Yeah,” she nodded, “these used to be used for potency in different kinds of spells, and potions. If anyone got a hold of them, who knows what they could be used for.” While she dismissed the words, Nick certainly did not.

“Is it possible that someone did get a hold of these without your knowledge?” He asked, watching the young woman think hard about her answer.

“If someone did, it would have to be someone on my staff. Very few people have access to my dressing room where I keep them for that reason.” Sean wrapped his arm around his lady, and kept his eyes on her.

“Well, you two head home. I’ll let you know what I find out.” He did not need another invitation; Renard bid the detective goodnight and walked the young lady out of the precinct. She giggled as he nearly tripped over himself getting her over to the car.

The ride to Sean’s condo was spent in silence. Not because they could not find the words, but rather there were simply too many words that needed to pass between them. With his left hand on the steering wheel, and his right hand on her thigh, Sean’s self-control was tested to an unbelievable level as he tried not to speed. Meanwhile, she had her hands both on his hand and thought about how close they had been all this time, yet neither one knew it.

Parking, and walking through the front door passed in a blur. Neither one could believe that they were actually with the other as they walked up the stairs to the condo. Opening the door, Sean allowed her a moment to look around before he tugged her back to him. He pushed her against the door with a gentle shove, and slotted their bodies together as he captured her lips in his. Her hands came up to scratch through his short hair, and found purchase on the broad shoulders she once knew so very well.

There were so many thoughts running around both of their heads. Years that they have lost together and now being able to spend them together. They could never recover all those years alone, but they could certainly make up for it now. She decided to deepen their kiss, allowing her tongue to run over the seam of his lips. Sean returned in kind by picking her up and walking towards his bedroom. He did not need to be able to see where he was going, only needed to know that his siren was back in his arms.

His siren. A title she had never lost, yet it seemed like a distant memory of holding it. Renard tossed her on the bed where she landed with a giggle, but he did not waste any time in climbing back on top of her. Reconnecting their lips, he allowed his hands to trace over the familiar curves and markings that he knew so well. Muscle memory trailed his hand down the left side of her neck, where she jerked away as if she had been burned. A look of panic mauled her features, causing Sean to lean away just enough to give her some space.

“Siréne? What happened? What did I do?” He asked, quickly trying to find an answer. That used to be her favorite spot for him to caress as it caused full body shocks to course through her.

“No, darling. You did nothing. It’s just I…” her sentence trailed off as she stared into space. Renard leaned back on his haunches fully and grasped her hands to pull her up.

“Would you like to get ready for bed? You can tell me if you would like.” Sean’s offer came. She nodded, unable to form words right at that moment. He slipped off the bed and knelt down to where her feet rested. Gently, as if she was made of porcelain, he undid the buckles holding her shoes on and pressed a soft kiss to her calves when he was done.

“I’m afraid I don’t have anything proper to take off your makeup.” He commented as he pulled her to the bathroom. She just shrugged in acceptance and allowed her lover to continue. Sean lathered up his face wash, and rubbed her face in gentle, circular motions. It would not be the best, but it would have to do until he could get her something’s to leave over there. Wetting a cotton ball, he took just a tad bit of cleanser and rubbed it over her eyes, dissolving and wiping away her makeup.

“When I was captured,” she finally spoke after he wiped away the cleanser, “I was captured by a Grimm.” Her admittance stopped Renard from applying the toner to the cotton pad. He turned to her in a look of concern and anger.

“After I escaped the clan, I came upon the Willamette once more and tried to change back. But I got caught in a net. When I was pulled from the water, a Grimm stared me down. He wanted to study me, study my scales, crystals. Anything, since there isn’t much known about Tödlicheslied in the Grimm or wesen world.” Soft cotton swiped across her skin, allowing the toner to sink in. Sean used the time it was going to take her skincare to sink in to do his at the sink. Always keeping an ear out for her soft words.

“He kept me in my woge state with drugs. It wasn’t fun,” Renard felt his blood boil, “one of the things he did was take my scales.” She pulled down the top of her dress enough that he could see a scar in the crook where her shoulder met her neck. Allowing herself to partially woge out, Sean saw the dull patch where the scar was amongst all of her glittering scales that had yet to breech the surface.

“He left the locks undone one night, so I tried to run,” her dress was pulled back in place as Sean placed the moisturizer on her face and neck. “I didn’t get far, but I was able to scratch his pretty good since I had yet to come out of that state. He drowned in the Willamette, unable to fight back because of his blood loss. I don’t know if they ever found his body though. Anything and everything he had on me, I destroyed. I couldn’t risk being found out, by Grimm or by wesen.” Sean kept quiet while he placed eye cream on both of them.

“When my clan caught up to me again, they disowned me. According to them, I allowed myself to be captured and studied. I allowed that man to take my scales. After that, they left me alone. It’s been difficult to even look at that spot some days, let alone have anyone else touch it.” The man pressed a kiss to her forhead, but still said nothing as he went to his closet to fetch something for them both to wear. While he was away, she turned back to the mirror and felt ashamed at the dull patch on her body. Forcing herself to return to her human state, she brushed her fingers barely over the scar.

“I don’t much mind.” Sean’s voice startled her out of her thoughts. Turning, she saw he held two sets of silk pajamas in his hands. Setting them down on the counter around the sink, his hands gently maneuvered her to stare at herself in the mirror. Strong yet soft hands slid the jacket from her shoulders, and the zipper from her dress. Curling calloused hands around her shoulder, Renard took things very slow, and allowed for her to stop him at any point.

But she did not. She just allowed him to take care of her, like he used to do all those years ago. It felt nice to have him here again, making sure she was taken care of. She had not felt like this in years, it almost felt foreign. Spending so long on her own, could she allow him to fall back into their routine they had established years ago? He placed his hands on her now exposed waist, and dropped his head onto the top of her shoulder. His head moved up and down in a comforting manner, and he trailed his nose close to the scar. Her breath hitched in her throat, feeling him so close to a spot she tried to forget about.

Sean nosed closer and closer to that spot, but kept a keen watch on her body language. While she was tense, she had not pushed him away as he narrowed in on the scar. The second he laid a gentle kiss on it, she felt like collapsing. He pressed yet another kiss, this one more prevalent in pressure, and her eyes shed crystallized tears. They landed in the sink, but neither on of them cared too much for where they ended up.

“It’s alright, mon siréne. This doesn’t make me love you any less. You had no choice,” his words brought more tears to her eyes. “It’s not your fault.”

Oh. That made her heart and head hurt. She did not realize how much she needed to hear those words come from him until just then. Another tissue was used to catch her tears, but she just stood there. Her body refused to move on its own accord, which was probably just the overwhelming emotions she had felt this evening.

Sean reached around and helped to work his lover into his pajamas. A sky blue with navy trim adorned her body, and looked so adorably oversized. His own black and gold set waited as he made sure she was taken care of first. Leading her back into the bedroom, he tucked her underneath his silk sheets and pressed a kiss to her head.

“I’ll be right back. Stay there.” She nodded, and watched him disappear back into the bathroom. It was truly only a moment before Sean returned to his lover who was still turned towards where he had left to. Crawling underneath the covers, Renard opened his arms and allowed the woman to find her place in them. She placed her head on his chest and felt the beating heart reassure her underneath her cheek. It was just like that, the couple drifted off to sleep. Hoping that they would not wake from this most amazing dream they had.

A shrill ringing sound awoke the man early in the morning. Blindly reaching over with one arm, he tried to find the source and got rid of it. His right arm was caught around his lover. However, the shrill sound started once more prompting him to react to the sound of his phone going off.

“Renard.” He answered unenthusiastically. The woman had yet to so much as stir though.

“Captain, it’s Burkhardt. We’ve got another body. Drowned in the Willamette with an aquamarine stone in hand.” His attention was solely focused on the phone now. Sean sat up and tried to keep the lady asleep but it did not help. She was awake the second he moved, and rested her head back on his; this time it rested on his lap.

“I’ll be right in. See you in thirty.” Without giving his detective a chance to respond, he hung up his phone and breathed out a deep sigh.

“Duty calls?” Her voice drifted into his thoughts from below him. Renard gazed down at her, and smiled as she cuddled into his thigh. His hand pet through her head as he nodded.

“Unfortunately. But, I’ll make you some breakfast and drop you off wherever you need to be before going in.” Yet again, they fell into the same routine they had years ago like no time had passed. She dressed in her outfit from last night, but allowed Sean to place her shoes back on. It was the one thing that he always insisted that she let him do when it came to dressing. As she washed her face, Renard went into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee, a cup of tea, and begin breakfast. But looking at the clock on his counter, he cursed lightly. Looking around the cupboards, he found some muffins that had been given to him by a very gracious neighbor a couple of days ago.

Fresh faced, and dressed, Sean felt his breath get taken out from his body once more. It reminded him of when they were young, and she would stay at home and wait for him to get back.

“We don’t have the time to make breakfast, but I do have your tea. We have to go though, I’m afraid.” He handed her a thermos, placed his coffee in another one, and grabbed a couple of muffins from the box.

The couple made their way out the door and down the stairs of the condo. Hand in hand, down to the car that awaited them in the garage. Sean opened her door, and let her get in and secured first, before rounding and doing the same for himself.

“Where do you need to be?” The man started the car and began to drive away from his home.

“There’s a club on the corner of fifth and second that I’m preforming at. There’s a hotel near that I’m staying at. I’ll need to double check my dressing room and then I’ll be going to my hotel.” Sean nodded, and draped his hand over to rest on her thigh. Lacing their hands together, she took a sip from the warm beverage container in hand and made a pleasant hum.

“This is my favorite tea. You still have some?” She questioned happily, taking another sip. Renard chuckled and squeezed her thigh.

“Of course I remembered. Whenever I am upset, I would make a cup of that and be transported back. It has never failed me in all these years.” He spared a glance before returning to the road, and loved the look she had. All too soon, the drive was over as they pulled over to the club where she was preforming.

“Would you like me to wait? I can drop you off at your hotel afterwards.” Sean offered, but she shook her head.

“I’ll be alright. It’s just right across the road and you have to get to work. I appreciate it though.” Her seatbelt was unbuckled, and she turned in her seat to face the man. Cradling his face in her hands, she laid a loving kiss on his lips, to which he returned. But before it could become anything more, she pulled away, causing Sean to groan.

“Later.” She giggled, and slipped out of the car and back into the club. The police captain strangely felt like calling out sick for work, but thought against it. He knew where she was staying. He would be getting her again. Sean watched her until he knew that she had made it safely inside before speeding off towards the crime scene that he was called in on.

“Our victim is a Jessie Batey. He was an accountant for a local charity organization. Same circumstances as before.” Nick explained, watching his captain step out onto the crime scene.

“Do we know how any of these victims were connected?” Sean inquired, watching the commotion around the scene.

“They all went to a Sirena show the night before their death.” Nick stated, and watched as Renard whipped his head around.

“Now we’ve already cleared her. But someone is using her shows as a hunting ground. We need to know why.” The detective explained as he watched the body closely.

“Yeah. We do. Let’s find it out and fast.” Sean walked back to the edge of the water to look closer over the scene, hoping to find something that he could use, but came up short. He did not know what he was missing, but it was really starting to bug him.

Stepping inside the club with her spare key, she knew that no one would be around quite yet. It was still pretty early in the day. Everything was still packed away from the night before, and her door appeared to her shortly. However when she tried the door, it was unlocked. That greatly confused her. She was sure that she had locked it last night when she left with the detective and blutbad.

Continuing inside, she took a quick surveillance of her room and rushed inside. Someone took the crystals from the bowl. No one on her staff for the staff here that would have a key to this place would do this. So why were they gone? Crouching, she looked around, hoping that she had just spilled them, but to no such avail.

There was a slight shift of fabric she heard that caught her attention. Her head shot up and her body followed as she watched a young man, no older than twenty-five stepped out from her dressing corner.

“Hello Sirena. I’ve been waiting for you.” He breathed out, apparently taken aback from being this close to the naiad. She was confused and said nothing out of shock.

“Oh,” he suddenly remembered something, “thank you for the gifts. I greatly appreciate it.” His hands dug around his pockets, and procured a small baggie that held the missing crystals in them.

“You stole my crystals?” Before she could have constructed a better response, the worlds stumbled out.

“No,” his face scrunched up, “I didn’t steal anything. You left them for me. You left them out so that I would know. It’s okay. I get it now.” He stepped closer to the young lady, but for every step he took forward, she took one back.

“I tried to get your attention before but it didn’t seem to be getting through. I thought certainly this latest attempt would get to you but that didn’t seem to do the trick.” With her back against the vanity table, she had very few places that she could go. Not even the door to the room was close enough that she could close the distance in time.

“You- you’re the one committing those murders? Why? I have never and will never want that for anyone to do on my behalf.” Her voice was raising in panic.

“But you would have never noticed me, or acknowledged our connection otherwise.” With no where to turn, she just had to accept him getting closer. Unlike with Sean, his touch made her cringe and turn away. This angered the man, which is when he grabbed her arms roughly and shook her.

“Why do you continue to deny me? I love you! I did this for you! And you act like you never tempted me, never showed me you loved me!” He screamed and yelled at her. Her cringing infuriated him further.

“You’re lucky we can’t do this yet. The moon will be full tonight, and then we can be together forever.” She could feel her heart beat out of her chest, and the fear freeze her blood. What he did not know, was that there was a phone on in her pocket. The volume was kept low so as to not alert him, but that was all she needed. She just needed someone to hear what she was hearing.

Sitting at his desk, with his head bowed over paper work, Sean tried to keep his mind on the cases that he had. All the press that these drownings were getting, and the media feeling to name him “The Willamette Crystal Drowner” did not help either. Hearing the shrill ring of his phone, he answered it when he saw her name pop up. He did not even know when she put her name in his phone, probably when he was getting ready for the day, but he was glad she did.

“Bonjour, Mon siréne. How are you?” Yet, there was no answer. The sound of rustling was all that greeted him.

“Siréne? Are you there?” He called yet again but no response. Sean was about to hang up and chalk it up to an accidental dial when he heard it.

“Oh, thank you for the gifts. I greatly appreciate it.” A man’s voice was heard faintly on the other end of the line.

“Darling?” But his call went unanswered.

“You stole my crystals?” Renard felt his breath speed up, but tried to calm himself down.

The more he listened, the angrier Sean got. Hearing the fear in his lover’s voice sent him into a fury that was kept underneath his calm and collected exterior. Picking up the landline in his office, he phoned the technical department.

“I need a location on a number, and I need it now.” He stated, in no mood to play any sort of games. Rattling off the number that the woman was calling him from, Sean felt the anxiety flow through him as he had to wait.

“It’s at a club on the corner of fifth and second, sir.” Mumbling a quick thank you, Renard hung up on the landline and grabbed his coat from his seat. Keeping the phone pressed to his ear, he tried to listen and make sure that she was okay.

“You’ve were hanging around that police captain last night and today. Why?” The masculine voice questioned. Storming out of the office, he barely caught that Nick and Hank were saying something to him before he left.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She whimpered. Sean heard her throat tightening and hoped that he was not going to be too late.

“Yes! Yes, you do.” The man shouted. There was a clash of something being disturbed, and she let out a yelp.

“No matter. I’ll just make sure that he won’t bother us again.” Renard’s phone was pressed so hard into his cheek that he was afraid he was going to break it.

“Please, please don’t hurt him. Please don’t hurt him.” Her begs made the man that was with her chuckle.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m not stupid enough to take out a police captain. However, I will guarantee that he won’t have you.” A sharp yell from her was broken by a thud, and then, silence. It was too quiet. Sean screamed her name, but received no reply. Footsteps got closer to the phone, some more rustling, and he heard his voice clearly.

“If you know what is good for her, you won’t contact her again captain Renard.”

The line went dead.

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