#there is definitely a body buried somewhere near where they are

[afriendlyneighborhood]

Good and Bad do some gardening!! But what's that on the spade...? Who knows! It's probably not important anyway :D

Two besties gardening, they both definitely love each other, and Bad definitely does not hold negative feelings towards Good.

[rallamajoop]

That time Heisenberg stabbed Ethan with a rusty fencepost

Thanks to this one fic project that needed a pornographically detailed list of Ethan’s most memorable injuries, I've spent some time trying to figure out exactly what Heisenberg stabs him with when they first met. Working mostly from a free-camera version from youtube, I settled on calling a metal pipe with a square profile.

Tumblr: I was wrong. The reality is so much worse.

Having cracked the game files and installed my own free-camera mod, I tracked down the original asset for this thing, and, well...

No, really, this is it! Check out those matching cross-bars if you doubt me.

FWIW, it isn’t actually a spear. Those semi-mangled crossbars flag it instead as a spear-headed fence-post. (This may not be a distinction that Ethan would find very comforting after being stabbed with the thing, but there it is, regardless.)

In fact, if you poke around the cemetery area just outside the castle gate, you can even find the fence it presumably came from.

Look in on the cemetery near the church from the lane leading up to the Duke's shop beside it, and this is what you'll see.

It's not a perfect match (in fact, it's even worse viewed from the opposite side, because someone has clearly stuffed up the textures on different sides of the same asset). I'll also note that if you go back to this fence again after meeting Heisenberg, you won’t find any suspicious gaps in it where a post was recently ripped out. So I’m going to just go ahead and assume this particular piece was lying in a pile of surplus scrap in the cellar somewhere, and Heisenberg did not, in fact, drag the thing all the way there from well outside the whole damn building. I mean, at that point, you’re just showing off.

The fence post is, admittedly, pretty hard to get a good look at in the actual game. Unlike all the other crap Heisenberg already has levitating around him in this scene, the fencepost doesn’t appear at all until Heisenberg stabs Ethan with it. It actually seems to emerge at speed from between a couple of barrels at the back. But if you’re enough of a lunatic to play around with the various slow motion/rewind settings that came with the free camera mod, you can get a decent shot of it in flight, cleaning up any remaining doubt that this is the same asset that was used in game.

It even freaking spins in the air as it moves. FTR, yes, it does go in pointy-end first. And the whole fucking spearhead ends up buried in poor Ethan. (Please feel free to insert your own dick-joke here.) Those paying really close attention might even note that the blood on Ethan's shirt is present even before the spear hits him, but that's just going to be virtual-stunt-coordination having a normal one.

I can offer you no similarly definitive insight into why Heisenberg would think stabbing Ethan with this thing was a good idea. I can’t even tell you if he knew for sure that it was Ethan Winters he was talking to at this point (maybe he's just playing dumb, pretending not to recognise him. Or maybe he legit didn't know that Ethan himself had made an appearance until Miranda told him. Sure, he's already got that whole conspiracy board, but finding real pictures of this Ethan-guy is surprisingly hard.) But whether Heis was already testing out Ethan’s ‘interesting body’, or whether he’d just generally assumed that anyone who could survive a full lycan assault on the village wouldn’t be too seriously inconvenienced by a little stabbing, hoo boy was this one way to make a first impression.

I’m not even sure which of these losers is the bigger idiot here: the one who imagined Ethan might still agree to work with him even after inserting a very convincing imitation-spearhead into his intestines, or the one who never thought to seriously question how he keeps shrugging off injuries just as exciting as this one.

They probably deserve each other.

[ssahopelessly]

Sick Leave

Synopsis: There has never been a time where she was ‘too sick’ to go to work.

Request: Could you do a Spencer x BAU Reader where she is sick but doesn’t want to admit it and comes into work? Please?

Warning: SpencerxFemReader, ambiguous relationship, symptom descriptions, sans Spencer’s germophobia, light displays of affection // let me know any I missed!

Word Count: 1.8k

Masterlist

If you had asked me what my problem was that morning, I would have endless options but I couldn’t really decide on which one was actually the front runner. Maybe the inability to breathe properly, maybe the scratchiness at the back of my throat, or maybe it was the headache that seemed to be wrapping around my head like it’s own imaginary gym headband. But maybe, it was the way I still went to work, having taken some medication and telling myself the symptoms would subside. Or at least I hoped they would.

I had stopped by my desk, trying to rub the pressure from my head as I felt a pair of eyes on me, studying me in my state from across the aisle. “Are you feeling okay?” Most sounds had only made my headache twinge in sharp pain, but I was thankful that didn’t seem to be the effect with him. His voice was a cool breeze, wrapping around my shoulders to fight the heat that had rushed over my skin.

“Pfft, yeah. I’m fine.” I tried to dismiss him though, turning to see the rightfully deserved quirked up eyebrow he was casting at me. “I’m fine.” Was another attempt at reassurance that probably would’ve been believable if, in my state, I hadn’t also tried to take a step forward towards my chair, and nearly stumbled on my two feet, almost falling to the ground.

Spencer was soon behind me though, pulling me up onto my feet with an arm around my waist as he pulled me to his chest, safer there than the floor. He kicked my chair further out with his foot as I grabbed onto the desk for stability, the both of us wrestling my body towards the seat.

“You’re definitely not fine.” Was huffed into my ear as I was finally seated, eyes all over me as he backed up slightly, assessing me in my state. The back of his hand raised to my forehead, bottom corner of his lip pulling inward. “You have a fever.” I avoided looking into his eyes as his hands slipped under my ears on both sides of my head and towards the back of my head, somewhere near where my hairline met my neck, fingertips pressing into the skin in their vicinity. “And I can feel how swollen your lymph nodes are.” I would blame the potential fever on the blush that rushed to my cheeks, knowing that the way he was holding my head was a bit more intimate than acceptable for simple coworkers. If Derek had held Emily or JJ’s head like this, there would be room for concern or rumors.

“What is that supposed to even mean?” An attempt to breathe through my nose had him recoiling back, the proof that I was congested hanging between us.

“It means you’re sick and need to go home.”

“You’re not even a medical doctor. You can’t make that call.” His stare softened as his hand reached up once more to brush hair from my face to behind my ear.

“Do you want to talk to Hotch or should I?”

“I don’t want to go home. I want to work.” I forced the pout on my lips, knowing my bottom lip jutting out was often how I got him to cave in an argument. But he simply closed his eyes and turned away from me, moving back towards his desk.

“Okay,” was his admit of defeat, “Fine. I just feel like you should go home. Just trying to look out for you.” There was a layer of hurt in his words that made me feel guilty. Spencer buried his nose in a book, practically ignoring me from my side of the aisle, and that might’ve hurt more than his words. No matter how aggressive my cough had become, or how many times I sneezed, not a look, not a ‘bless you’, nothing. It was just an effort to look out for me, we both knew this. But I was stubborn, and it honestly just felt like a head cold. I could work through a head cold with medicine. I had done it before, I could surely do it again.

-

I’m not sure when, and I’m not sure how. All I know is, I was being woken up by someone shaking my arm, and when I opened my eyes, Aaron Hotchner was squatting down at the side of my desk, a sympathetic smile on his face. Dad Hotch was coming out for me in his smile, a sharp contrast to the stern exterior that usually accompanied SSA Hotchner. “Go home.” Was all he offered, the corner of his lips never falling.

“No,” it came out more of a whine than I had originally meant, my head pounding as I lifted it from where it had been resting on my arms. “I want to stay.”

“You’re sick. And you were sleeping here for an hour. Go home.” Another attempt at pleading with him would have dropped cold on the floor, and I wasn’t going to argue with him when he just explained to me how long I had been out. Gathering my things from my desk, Aaron walked me towards the sixth floor elevator bay, where Spencer joined us.

“I got her from here.” The grudge from earlier had been dropped, as his hand reached for my bag, draping the strap onto his other shoulder that wasn’t occupied by his own work bag. Aaron offered him a smile and nod before reentering the BAU glass doors, the only other company with Spencer and I being the hum of the elevator car as we waited. I kept my arms wrapped around myself, feeling very much like a child in a child swap dynamic. “Told you.” He muttered under his breath as he rocked from his heel to his toes. Rolling my eyes at him, I entered the elevator when it finally showed up, Spencer reaching over for the ground floor button as the door closed us in.

On the few occasions Spencer and I had carpooled to work, Spencer had noted that I tend to park in the same area and I tried to explain to him it was the prime parking spot location, and the banter had fallen off after that. Now, I was happy he seemed to know where I would have parked that morning, his hand reaching into my bag for my car keys. I had wanted to drive, but it was another instance where Spencer seemed to know better than me, and my energy was dwindling to maintain any fight that could start between us.

The drive home was quiet and I was fighting sleep. I would never admit to being sick and/or tired, but I was grateful for being sent home. I was grateful for having someone like Spencer as my coworker and my ‘something more’, but I didn’t know to what extent I was entitled to some actions. “Are you at least going to stay with me?”

“I’m taking you home, aren’t I?” There was a twinkle in the corner of his eye as he tried not to laugh at me, doing a terrible job of suppressing his humor from his lips. I sank further into my seat as we traveled further from Quantico and closer back to the residential part of DC. I had already fallen asleep at work, surely Spencer wouldn’t be surprised if I fell asleep on the car ride home.

-

“We’re here.” This time, I was woken by Spencer’s hand on my thigh as he had opened the passenger door and was working on getting my seatbelt off of me. Something he couldn’t quite do as my arms were once again wrapped over my chest and my head was resting against the strap as it crossed my shoulder. I just grunted as I reached for my bag that had been at my feet, seeing Spencer had once again placed the strap over his own shoulder to carry it for me. He stepped to the side as I tried to climb out, offering a hand for me to hold when he thought I might need it.

I was still capable enough to unlock my apartment in my state, but that didn’t stop Spencer from wanting to stay, entering my place with me. He placed my bag on one of the bar stools, like he’d seen me do countless times before, then just kind of watched me as I moved through my space. Sleep hadn’t left my system just yet, as I bumped into the door frame into my room, immediately pulling my top off, attempting to throw it towards the hamper. My pajamas had been resting on the foot of my bed and I had fully changed over to those by the time Spencer entered my room, hand in his pockets as he watched me from the door. “You didn’t have to tell Hotch.” I tried to chide him as I pulled the layers of fabric back from my spot on the mattress.

“I didn’t.” I raised my eyebrow at him, his head bowing as he took a moment to laugh under his breath, stepping into the room now. “You fell asleep at your desk. He asked what was wrong and I just told him you hadn’t been feeling well.”

“So you snitched on me?”I climbed into bed, back under my covers because that seemed like the best place for me to be in this moment. If I had been sent home from work, I was simply going to sleep the day away. Spencer sat on the side of the mattress, reaching for the covers to pull them over my body for me.

“Get some sleep.” The look of adoration was so intense, I thought I might actually see cartoon hearts take form in his eyes, his hand reaching up to gently brush the pad of his thumb over my cheekbone.

I couldn’t stay mad at him, not for being overprotective or for telling Hotch. He was doing what he thought was best in an effort to care for me, and where it maybe hadn’t been how I would’ve handled the situation, it was only in my best interest. I reached for his hand as it rested between us now, trying to interlace my fingers with his. He let it happen, his focus seemingly only on our hold. “Spenc-”

“Sleep.” A kiss was applied to my forehead before I laid back against the pillows, watching him as he moved from the bed back towards the door frame, hand lingering over the light switches.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime.” Pressing a hand to my lips, I blew him a kiss as he turned off the lights in my room, a blush rising to his cheek as he cracked the door in his exit. I listened for the sounds of his departure from the apartment, but instead only heard the sounds of him moving through the kitchen, probably making lunch. I pulled the pillow next to me closer, trying to imagine it was him, that it had been him cuddling me into tranquility as I drifted off to sleep.

-

For the alternate twist on this trope, check out my SickSpencerxFemReader fic here!

Thank you for reading!

[dmitriene]

THOUGHTS ABOUT BIKER SIMON AND HIS ATTRACTION TO YOU.

cw: fluff, comfort, smut, established relationship, brief mention of simons past, coul be slightly ooc simon, unprotected sex, p in v, public sex (on motorcycle), creampie, kisses, mentions of posessive behavior, simon having a hard time to confess his love to you, that's all. pairing: bf simon ghost riley x gf fem reader

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

simon's behavior comes down to how a black cat behaves next to a person he has taken a closer look at, he is as affectionate as a cat can be, whom miss fortune has been desperately avoiding all his life, but at the same time still going towards affection, in this case, to you, the one who gives it.

it is very easy to notice that he accepts care for him slowly, meekly, but in response he cannot squeeze out a word, he responds with actions, and to almost every “i love you, si„ there is not an expected confession, but a gesture that shows his affection wider than a few fleeting words.

if you needed to get somewhere quickly or leave somewhere, simon was right there, the motorcycle parked near the place where you were waiting, while both of his gloved hands held the second helmet, bought especially for you as soon as you started dating — with the aim of not only protecting you, but also carefully introducing you to part of his life, riding and fiddling with bikes.

you carefully extracted information from him about his life and hobbies, every time you drove together along the wide streets at high speed, your arms gently wrapped around his waist and clung to his leather jacket, he answered your every question willingly, with a gentle chesty growl, sometimes laughing hoarsely under his breath and teasing your desire to get to know him better

— “curious thing you are, darling„

and you always playfully pouted, resting your helmeted forehead against his back and lightly pinching him where your hands were placed on his waist, squeezing tightly so as not to slip away, and at the same time touchingly playfully attacking him through the fabric of his clothes with small pinches, to which he just laughed, listening to your mutterings

— “just wanna know you better, si.. you don't tell me anything„

and you’re right, he knows this, but his service in the task force and the nightmares he experienced forbade him to talk too much about himself or his feelings, the person hidden under the balaclava of the skull was considered forever dead and hiding in the shadows, and the absence of a photograph on his dossier in the army will be remembered there forever, but little by little there is less and less of that ghost of a man left, because you are definitely bringing back that side of him that he managed to bury.

simon gave flowers to someone for the first time in his life when your relationship just started, he didn’t even buy them for his own grave from which he fled, but he knew that he had to buy them for you, and the colorful fragrant petals became the beginning of your relationship, as bright as a lipstick mark on his bare cheek that day, and he would happily never wash it off, but you both know that you will put more and more of them, marking his whole face.

his affection is reflected in reverent touches, sometimes obsessive, every time you go out somewhere together, the heavy hand on the bottom of your back feels like a pleasant weight, with the care of which he later outlines your waist, holding you close to him not to control, but out of concern.

despite the fact that he is slightly unfamiliar with being so close to women, to signs of attention, you still notice that he is not afraid to take your hand in public, hug you, allow you to slightly lift his mask to kiss his lips or cheek, but it is even more tactile in the warmth of the walls of your home.

hugs from the back, arms exploring your body completely openly, small kisses on the back of your neck and face, he practically carries you around the house in his arms — all just for the urgent purpose of having you close, so that he can cuddle up to you and feel you close, while are you gently teasing him with the words — “aren't you clingy, si?„ but simon only grumbles and buries his nose in your chest while you carefully sorting the light strands of his hair, stroking.

but at a certain moment he breaks down, unexpressed feelings gather in an uncomfortable lump that worries simon, you are so affectionate for him, so beloved, but he cannot even answer a word of mutuality to you, he feels that he is not enough, feels helpless, and therefore solves everything with intimacy, squeezing your body in his arms carefully, gloves are hastily thrown off at the feet so that bare, rough, warm palms touch your soft skin, squeezing your hips and rising to your waist as you spread your legs for him, so lovely, leaning on his motorcycle.

your legs wrap around his waist, trembling slightly with each powerful thrust as your bodies press against his bike, balancing in a dangerous, uncomfortable position, elbows rubbing against the leather seat and the smooth surface of the bike, but it’s nothing compared to the heat in your body and the heaviness in bottom of your stomach.

simon's kisses are hot and demanding, his tongue sliding wetly into your mouth, muffling your moans and whimpers, the taste of his lips mixing with the overwhelming sensations rushing through your body as he greedily captures your mouth, his lips and tongue exploring every inch, making you to suffocate and at the same time desperately demand more.

he breaks the kiss, his completely darkened caramel eyes meet yours, silently ordering you to remain silent, before he nevertheless exhales into your wet and swollen lips, holding back his moans at the very edge

— “gonna be quiet for me, love, can't let anyone stop and go check from where all this pretty sounds go, yeah?„

and the need for discretion can't help but intensify the tension of the moment, igniting the thrill of the forbidden even more, causing you to hastily nod your head and moan into his open mouth as he again pushes his tongue to intertwine it with yours.

with each quick and desperate thrust, his cock plunges deeper into your sloppy cunt, allowing the wetness and heat to envelop his meaty cock all the way to his pelvic, as the sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the air, mixing with the quiet whimpers escaping your lips despite your best efforts to remain silent and obey simon.

he can feel your orgasm approaching, telltale signs evident in your moan and the way your body trembles against his as simon's tongue explores your mouth with newfound eagerness, sucking on your tongue and eliciting muffled moans from your lips that he swallows.

with every deep thrust, his cock hits your spongy spot, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body, causing the tight muscles of your cunt to clench around his girth, wet, squelching sounds filling the night air as simon's cock slips out slightly, but then pushes back into your tight, slick warmth, pushing you closer to the edge, making you practically scream, babbling

— “si, simon, hmnhrgh!! c-close, i'm close„

and then your hands slide with a slight creak from the surface of his motorcycle, and you instinctively reach out and grab his neck, your fingers curling, clinging to the back of simon's head, somewhere brushing the fabric of his leather jacket and the blond strands of his hair as you give in to the all consuming pleasure, falling completely silent.

every movement of his hips elicits a moan from your lips, your body eagerly responding to his primal dominance, all his feelings poured out into his erratic and rough thrusts as he strokes your waist carefully before pulling you close and straightening up, allowing you to be literally impaled on his girthy cock, muffling the loud sobs in his shoulder as he leans one hand into the seat of his motorcycle, white knuckled, and the other squeezes your thigh, impaling you again and again.

simon's hips snap with more force, driving himself deeper into your slobbering and throbbing cunt, he enjoys the way you clench around him in this new position, almost milking him, making his cock throb with every thrust into your slickness and squirm against your soft walls.

the feeling of his cock kissing your cervix sends a wave of pleasure through your body, coiling the tension in your belly tighter and tighter, and then it snaps, your walls clenching around him, milking him out as you reach your peak, practically biting down on his shoulder from the intensity of the feelings rolling in like a wave of heat.

your slick fluids and cum coat his cock, further lubricating the already slippery rhythm between you, the pulsing, gripping sensation driving him over the edge, his sighs and moans mixing with your incoherent mutterings, and you sing almost in unison about your feelings for each other

— “si, si, fuck!! aahn, l-love you, si, i love you„

— “i know, sweet girl, i know, mngh! f-fuck, love ya too, i love ya too„

his cock throbs inside your walls as he releases his hot cum, filling you up with his potent seed, painting you inside with his milky release and letting it drip down from your clenching cunt, coating his messy, wet from both your liquids cock and down his balls, somewhere there on the ground are still his gloves, on which white drops of your vulgar encounter now falling, the shared release creates a raw, intimate connection between you, the words he has kept for so long fall from his lips incessantly, and he whispers them in your ear, covering the side of your face with hurried, warm kisses.

he doesn’t care about the gloves, he doesn’t care about the roar of cars passing in the distance, which can turn here at any moment, the only thing that worries him is your warm body in his hands and the confessions that he can’t stop whispering to you, he kept them inside himself for so long, and finally gave them a path to the surface, and you will remember this for a long, long time, but for now, let simon take care of you and bring you two back home.

[offurandfeathers]

Don't take this the wrong way, but you're quite large for an elf.

"Who is to say ? Perhaps there's a half-orc buried somewhere in my ancestry ?" - Halsin Silverbough

I think there is definitely something buried deep in his ancestry. But not half-orc, as Halsin seems to think.

Human.

Specifically a human of the Uthgardt, a folk of barbarians of the North, probably of the Tree Ghost tribe.

And here is why I think that might be the case.

(tldr; at the end)

Size:

Source: Storm King's Thunder adventure module for DnD 5e, page 65:

"The Uthgardt barbarians are a black-haired and blue-eyed people - large, hale, bloodthirsty folk [...]."

It is safe to assume that the word "large" here indicates that the Uthgardt are larger than most humans, since it is one of the barbarian distinctive traits.

Uthdardt barbarian genes could explain Halsin's exceptional height and broadness, since both characteristics are uncommon for wood elves.

Hairiness:

Source: D&D 4e Player Handbook, page 41

"Elves have little body hair [...]. "

Source: D&D 5e Player Handbook, page 21

"Elves have no facial and little body hair."

Halsin has body hair. Without being extremely hairy, he definitely has more than your typical elf. (Astarion has virtually none, in comparison; same goes for elven Tav/Durge.)

Human genes in Halsin's ancestry could explain his characteristic hirsutism.

Eye color:

Source: D&D 5e Player Handbook, page 24 , Wood elf subrace

"Their eyes are green, brown, or hazel."

Halsin has hazel eyes. But his eyes are blue hazel, rather than the green or brown hazel that is typical with wood elves. as can be noticed from this screenshot taken from the game:

Then again, Uthgardt barbarians were known for their blue eyes!

Source: Storm King's Thunder adventure module for DnD 5e, page 65:

"The Uthgardt barbarians are a black-haired and blue-eyed people - large, hale, bloodthirsty folk [...]."

It is not so farfetched, then, that Uthgardt blue eyes turned blue hazel somewhere down the line, especially if there has been mixing with wood elves.

Family's resting place:

According to Halsin's in-game dialogue, his family as been laid to rest near the Grandfather Tree, in the High Forest.

Uthgardt barbarians inhabited the High Forest. The Tree Ghost tribe, specifically, appointed themselves as the Grandfather Tree guardians; the Grandfather Tree became their ancestral mound, and is where some of them, if not all, are buried after passing.

Source: Storm King's Thunder adventure module for DnD 5e, page 86, Grandfather Tree:

"Buried beneath the outermost ring are the moldy bones of long-dead Uthgardt barbarians, most of them from the Tree Ghost tribe."

Perhaps Halsin's close relatives have been buried there by tradition, as were his Uthgardt barbarian ancestors.

tldr;

Halsin might descend from Uthgardt barbarians, as is supported by:

his height and size

his body hair

his eye color

his family's resting place

[specialagentlokitty]

Rick grimes x reader - what was supposed to be our last night

I was wondering if you could please Rick Grimes (or Darryl) x reader, where rick discovers a bite mark on y/n, from a zombie, and freaks out about it. But as it turns out y/n had that bite mark for a few days, and as it turns out they have some kind of immunity against the virus. Kind of like Ellie from tlou. - Anon 💜

You grumbled a little in pain as you pulled your shirt on, flexing your shoulders so that you could hopefully adjust to the pain.

Your back had been aching since the run you went on a few days ago, but you took a nasty fall, so you didn’t think all that much about it.

“Hey, are you alright?” Rick asked.

He walked into the room, looking at you flexing your shoulders, twisting from side to side in order to get used to the ache you were feeling.

“Yeah, my back hurts a little, I think it’s just badly bruised from that fall.”

He nodded his head, wrapping his arms around you, placing his chin on your shoulder.

“Shit hurts though, and I can’t look properly in the mirror which sucks ass, but that’s life.”

Rick chuckled a little bit, pressing a kiss to your jaw and he stood up properly.

“Here, let me have a look. Where is it?”

“I think it’s somewhere near the middle part of my lower back, I’m not sure.”

He nodded, lifting your shirt up a little, feeling around the lower part of your back and you winced a little.

“I know, I know sorry. It’s definitely bruised, is it alright if I lift it a little more? I think I feel something.”

“Yeah go for it.”

Rick lifted your shirt a little higher, and his whole body froze as he looked at the wound right in middle of your back.

He brought a hand up, running his fingers along it, and you pulled away a little.

“Ow! Ow! Rick come on!” You complained.

You pulled away, turning around to look at him and you saw the horrified look on his face.

“Sweetheart?”

“I.. wait here.”

Rick took your shoulders, leading you to the bed and he sat you down, running out of the room.

Sighing heavily you laid down, resting your arms under your head as you waited for him to come back.

It didn’t take long for him to come back, the door was thrown open, Rick came back Carol and Daryl.

“What’s going on?” You asked.

“Hey sweetheart.. hey…” Rick whispered.

Rick held out his hands and you gave him yours, letting him lift you up and Carol sat behind you.

“Rick?”

You saw the tears burning his eyes, and you reached out, brushing your thumb along his cheek to sip a few tears away.

“Hey what’s going on…?” You whispered.

“How did you hurt your back?” Daryl asked.

He sat on the otherside of you, and you turned your head to look at your brother.

“Uh.. I remember running from a couple of walkers, I tripped and fell down, I whacked it off a broken car door, by shirt got caught but that was it.”

He slowly nodded his head, and you turned to look at Carol.

“Guys…?”

“Hey, hey look at me..”

Rick gently took your head in his hands, and he turned you to look at him, pressing his forehead to yours.

“No..” you whispered.

He took a shaky breath, sniffling a little bit.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”

“No.. no.. no.. no.. Rick I.. I can’t.. tell me I didn’t…”

“I’m so sorry…”

You moved your head, resting your forehead on his chest as tears fell from your eyes, balling your hands into the fabric of his shirt.

Rick cradled your head between his hands, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“But.. but Carl.. Judith.. I.. I can’t put them through this… I.. I know Judith wouldn’t remember but I.. I don’t..”

You pulled away from Rick and you spun around to look at Daryl.

“Daryl…”

He looked away, clenching his jaw tightly, hands balled into fists.

“I… I’m so sorry…”

“Don’t.”

“We’ll give you two some time.” Carol whispered.

She all but dragged Rick away, and you sat next to your brother, holding him in your arms, resting his head on your shoulder.

You felt a few of his tears hit your arm, and you fought to keep your own tears at bay.

“I’m so sorry Daryl I.. I.. never.. I didn’t..”

“It ain’t your fault…”

You sniffled a little bit.

“I… I was supposed to be the last one of us three standing…”

Daryl let out a bitter laugh, and he gave your arm a few pats.

“Yeah, well now you’re gonna have to keep that asshole in line till I get there…”

“Yeah well it better not be anytime soon..”

He let out a small scoff, and you gave a sad smile.

“I.. I have to talk to Rick.. we.. we have to.. I can’t.. Daryl we can’t tell anybody else please…”

“Nah, we won’t.”

You nodded and let go of your brother so he could stand up.

He ruffled your hair a little bit, and walked to the door, stepping outside to quietly speak to Rick and Carol.

It was only a few minutes later when Rick quietly came back in, and you laid down on your side, holding your arm out to him.

Rick laid down in front of you, his hand settling on your waist, and you brushed your knuckles along his cheek.

You smiled sadly at him.

“I don’t.. I don’t want to tell anyone else..”

“That’s okay, we won’t. If you don’t want anybody else to know they don’t have to know…”

You nodded a little bit.

“Carol is going to take Carl and Judith after dinner, look after them…”

“I still need to get dinner ready!”

You quickly got up and rushed away.

Rick knew what you were doing, you were deflecting, you were pushing the issue to the back of your mind and doing anything you could to forget about it.

You made dinner, you sat laughing with Carl and making Judith laugh, a huge smile on your face.

When Carol came to get them you hugged them both tightly.

“I’ll see you two tomorrow.”

You kissed the tops of their heads and watched as they went, Rick stood just behind you, waiting for you to go back inside.

Finally you turned around and went back inside, and you sat down on the stairs, running a hand down your face.

“Rick you.. you have to promise me you’ll do it before I turn…”

“Of course…”

He knelt down in front of you, taking your hands in his to kiss your knuckles, pressing a kiss to your palms.

He leant up, gently pressing his lips to yours, and you leant forward to kiss him back, tangling your hand into the hair on the back of his head.

He pulled away first, and you brushed your nose against his.

“What do you want to do…?” He whispered.

“Can we dance in the yard again…?”

Rick smiled softly, kissing the corner of your mouth as he stood up, holding his hand out for you and you took it.

“Of course we can.”

He led you outside into the backyard, your bare feet feeling the cold of the grass, and you stood in the middle.

Your arms wrapped around his neck while he settled his on your waist, both of you swaying from side to side.

You both knew that this was going to be your last night, generally people who had been bitten didn’t last more than a few days, and though you felt fine you knew it was a matter of time.

Rick leant down, connecting his lips with yours once again, and you leant up to kiss him back.

You pulled away, and you looked at him and he smiled gently at you.

“You’re so perfect…” you whispered.

He chuckled a little, brushing his nose against yours.

“Compared to you? Absolutely not…”

You smiled a little more.

“I love you…”

“I love you too (Y/N)… god I love you so much…”

You both danced outside for hours, eventually going back inside when it got a little bit too cold to be dancing around at night.

You went upstairs and laid on top of the sheets, watching as Rick laid down next to you.

“I wish I could stay right here… in this moment…” you whispered.

“You will… you’ll always be right here…”

He took your hand, holding it against his chest, pressing his forehead to yours.

“No matter what happens you’re still going to be here okay..?”

You nodded your head.

“You’ll remember me…?”

“Of course I will sweetheart, I would never forget you..”

“You know I always thought about what life would be like.. ya know? After all this?”

“Oh yeah? What did it look like?”

Rick sat with his arm propped under his head, hanging on to every word that you said, tracing patterns on your lower back.

“Was kinda hoping to maybe get married, even in this shit world.. I.. I know that you maybe don’t want to but I don’t know.. I guess I’ve always wanted to get married… I was okay with not getting married though as long as I could be with you…”

“Really?”

You nodded a little bit.

“Guess that’s out the window huh…?”

Rick jumped up, grabbing your arms to pull you up.

“Come on.”

“Rick?”

He smiled softly at you, pulling you to your feet, rushing you down the stairs and he handed you your shoes while he pulled his boots on.

When you were done, he held his hand out to you.

“What’re you doing?”

“Well, we’re going to go get married. If.. if you want that is?”

You grinned a little bit.

“Yes!”

“Go get your brother, I’ll get Carol and the kids!”

“Fuck it! Get all the others!”

You ran in one direction while Rick ran in the other one, and you ran up to the gate where Daryl was on watch with someone else.

“Daryl?!” You whisper yelled.

He immediately came down.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m getting married! Come on you need to give me away!”

You grabbed your brothers arm, all but running back towards the church with him where Rick was rushing everybody inside.

He smiled brightly at you, and you stood at the doors with Daryl.

“Seriously? You’re getting married?” Daryl asked.

“Yeah! Come on Daryl!”

He looked at you and shook his head a little bit, offering you his arm which you took, and Carl came out to greet you.

“You’re gonna marry my dad?”

“Oh crap! Is that okay? I.. I mean we probably should’ve talk to you first…”

Carl smiled, offering you his arm as well.

“Yeah, it’s okay. I’ve been waiting for him to ask you anyways.”

You three walked in, and you wore the biggest grin as all your friends that were at Alexandria stood ups

When you reached the front, Daryl ruffled your head again, leaning down.

“I’m so proud of you…”

“I love you too…”

Rick took your hands, and Gabriel skipped through anything that was unnecessary, going straight to the vows instead.

“I love you (Y/N), god I love you so much… and I.. I wish we had our whole lives ahead of us but I just.. I know maybe this isn’t the best wedding, but I couldn’t ask for anything better… because it’s you.. even if we got married in the middle of nowhere it would be perfect… because it’s you…”

You smiled softly at him.

“I love you too, and you know what? This is the perfect wedding because I’m marrying you.. and I have my whole family here with me…”

Gabriel finished the ceremony, and he clapped his hands together.

“I declare you both officially wed! You may now kiss.”

You pulled Rick down which made everybody laugh at the eagerness.

When you pulled away you took his hand in yours, both of you turning to face everybody.

You sniffled a little bit, tears burning your eyes as you sat down, and Rick sat next to you, pulling your head to his chest.

“Oh hey, this is supposed to be a happy day.” Aaron whispered.

“Why’re you crying?” Rosita asked.

“Because I don’t want to go… I don’t wanna go…”

Daryl knelt behind you, placing his hand on your back and Carol knelt next to him, a hand on your back and his.

“I.. I can’t.. I can’t.. you have to tell them..”

“(Y/N)s been bit… was bit.. a few days ago…” Daryl whispered.

What was a happy atmosphere turned dark immediately, and everybody crowded around you.

“I don’t wanna go…”

You shuffled a little, laying down with your head on Ricks thighs, he ran his hand over your head.

Nobody said anything but they sat there with you, all just staying by your side.

As the night drew on, you grew tired, and you fell asleep with your hand clutching tightly on to Ricks, and they all waited.

They waited for your breathing to stop, waited for your life to fade from you, for you to finally pass.

Morning rolled around, and you grumbled a little which startled them all, and they moved away from you aside from Rick who grabbed hold of his knife, hand trembling and tears burning his eyes.

You grumbled again, and he placed his knife just behind your ear.

“Don’t touch my fuckin’ frog Daryl…” you mumbled.

Everybody stared at you in confusion, and Rick tossed his knife aside.

“I didn’t touch your fuckin’ frog dumbass.”

“You put it in the microwave…”

“I didn’t hit start!”

You shot up, falling away from Rick and you hit the ground with a heavy thud and a small groan of pain.

“You’re not dead?” Daryl asked.

“You put a frog in the microwave?” Carol asked.

“Oh my god I didn’t turn it on! Why aren’t you dead?”

You slowly sat up, rubbing the back of your head.

“I.. I don’t know…”

“Here, let me look.” Carol said.

She moved behind you, lifting your shirt to look at your bite mark, seeing it was scabbing over.

“It’s healing…” she whispered.

“What?”

Everybody crowded around to look at your back, seeing that the bite mark was scabbed over.

Rick placed the back of his hand to your forehead, seeing you had no fever.

“Let’s get you back to bed.” Rick whispered.

Everybody went back to the house with you, and they kept you confined to the bed.

They didn’t have what they needed to look at your blood work, so instead they swapped out shifts watching over you for days, checking the wound daily.

This went on for nearly a week, and your wound had turned into a scar.

Rick was sat behind you, your back resting against his chest, hands resting on his.

“It’s healed?”

“Completely, have you ever been bitten before?”

You thought for a moment, and shrugged a little bit.

“No. No I don’t think so. I haven’t noticed anything.”

He nodded his head, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“What does this mean…?”

“Well, it means that we’re married, and that… that we think you’re immune somehow…”

You sat up, turning around to look at him.

“Immune?”

“It’s the only answer we have, you should’ve turned by now, you don’t even have a fever and we’ve never seen a bite heal before.”

“So… you’re stuck with my ass…?”

Rick chuckled a little bit, leaning forward to kiss you, kissing your nose, forehead, then carefully pressing his lips to yours.

“I wouldn’t say stuck if I want to be with you…”

You smiled, kissing him once again, and he smiled into the kiss, placing his hand on the side of your face.

He was going to keep you close by now, everywhere he went he was going to bring you with him, he wasn’t going to take any chances immune or not

[rollinouttahere-writes]

(Don’t) Face Your Fears: Part 2

Yandere Merfolk Straw Hats x GN!Reader

1.8k words

Part 1

This is the second part to that merfolk story I wrote before that I retroactively added a name to once I realized it wasn’t just going to be a one off.

Despite several members of his crew wanting to come with him, the river cutting through your island consisting of freshwater meant that only Luffy could go. Sure, Franky did build what was essentially a mobile saltwater pool that Luffy could use to bring some of them along, but he didn’t have it nearby and Luffy wasn’t willing to wait.

He wanted to see you again, and he wanted to do so now.

Being a bull shark had many perks, and he was currently using two of them. One being the coveted ability to swim in both fresh and saltwater, and the other being an impeccable sense of smell. It was best in water, but this island was so small that he could easily follow your trail. An awfully long trail, he noted. You are quite the runner! Usopp would have some stiff competition if you were merfolk, too.

Your unique scent came to a head, bringing Luffy to a halt. Pulling himself up onto the river bank, he sniffed the air to confirm that you were nearby. Somewhere in the house not far from where he is to be exact. A sharp grin spread across his face. He was right! You do live near the river! This will make getting ahold of you much easier.

Before he could pull himself fully out of the river, someone exited the house. Not just any person, but you. Luffy quietly slipped his upper body back into the river, leaving only his head poking out of the water.

Your footsteps drew closer, stopping slightly upstream from where he was. Once there, you dropped onto the ground and buried your face in your hands. Luffy watched curiously as you groaned loudly and scowled at the river when you pulled your hands away from your face. Is this a human thing? He’s intrigued and inches closer. Humans have awful night vision, he isn’t concerned about being noticed before he wants to be.

“I can’t believe this. Months of work wasted because I just had to run into merfolk during my first trip into the ocean,” you muttered under your breath. “What kind of stupid bad luck is that?”

Bad luck? You meeting and coming to their rescue was good luck! Great luck even! Luffy frowned at what you said. He knows he startled you earlier, but he thought it was just because you were surprised to see a merman up close.

Did you just… not like merfolk?

Why not? He can guess that he was the first merman to ever be so close to you. How could you come to dislike people you’ve never really gotten to know? That doesn’t make any sense. If you were willing to help people despite your obvious discomfort, then surely you couldn’t be a hateful person.

An idea suddenly clicks in his head. Other humans must be telling you awful things about them!

Nodding with resolve, Luffy swam even closer. When he was right in front of you, he launched himself out of the water and wrapped his arms around you. You immediately tried to scream, but he was prepared for you to do that after your last interaction and slapped a hand over your mouth.

You kicked and thrashed in his arms, and it only increased as he began pulling you into the water with him. You’re definitely not weak, he’ll give you that, but you aren’t stronger than him either. 

By the time he settles back into the water, you’re hysteric. You’re still trying to scream for help even with his hand in the way, and he can feel hot tears streaming down onto him. That makes him feel a little bad about what he’s doing. He doesn’t want to upset you, he just wants to show you that merfolk aren’t anything to be scared of.

“Calm down, I’m not going to hurt you!” If you heard him, you made no indication that you did. You were still fighting him hard and digging your puny human claws into his arm. What were these people telling you that had you acting this terrified?! 

Luffy became distracted as he picked up on more scents and heard doors being opened. It would seem that his hand wasn’t keeping you as quiet as he’d hoped, especially not with how much you were splashing in the water. Looks like you two are going to have to leave.

Pushing off, he hastily makes his way down the river and towards the ocean. You probably wouldn’t listen if he told you to hold your breath, so he settled for swimming with you balanced on top of his chest. This was easier said than done. Between swimming upside down and your squirming, he wound up dropping you into the water.

Bizarrely, you went from doing everything to get away from him to desperately reaching your arms out to his figure and holding on for dear life. Luffy pulled you back up onto him, patting your back as you hacked up the water you’d inhaled. Much to his relief, this experience seemed to have settled you down somewhat.

You didn’t look happy by any means, but you weren’t fighting against him anymore, so he considered this a victory. Seeing that there wasn’t anyone around, Luffy decided to try talking to you again, “Hi! I’m Luffy!”

“Please don’t drown me!” You sobbed, “I’m sorry for whatever I did to make you mad, please don’t kill me!”

Drown you? Kill you??? Luffy is completely bewildered by your pleas. Sure, he did drop you just now, but that was an accident! “Whoa there, no one is going to kill you! I’m sorry I dropped you, I didn’t mean to.”

“Then what do you want from me? Please just let me go, I promise I won’t tell anyone about this!” 

What’s got you so damn freaked out? He doesn’t get it. How dangerous are the people around here that you’re so horrified by him? Does every new person you come across try to harm you? That must be the case. 

“I wanted to see you again! Also, I want you to join my crew! You seem really nice, so I think you’ll fit in great,” Luffy beamed at you, not paying attention to how you recoiled from his teeth.

“Join your crew?! Are you insane?! I’m not one of you!” You spat out incredulously.

“What’s that got to do with anything? We don’t mind tugging you around in a boat,” Luffy didn’t really get why you were being so argumentative about this. He already told you that he’s not going to hurt you, what’s the hold up? These other humans must really have you brainwashed. Good thing he’s here to save you from them!

“I don’t want to be pulled around on a boat in the middle of the ocean, I want to go home!” You shrieked while frantically peering around to check your surroundings.

Much to Luffy’s relief, he’d finally made it out of the river and into the ocean. Once he’s gotten you away from this awful island, he’s sure you’ll calm down and be more willing to listen. You’ll love all the other crew members after you get to know them, he just knows it! You won’t even want to go back to this pathetic island after they’ve made friends with you.

“You’re back already? Could you not- You’ve got to be kidding!” Sanji surfaced and swam straight at you two. “You really thought it was a good idea to drag them out here just like that?”

You cringed away from the new shark and looked like you were about to faint. Luffy couldn’t help but puff out his chest in pride as you clung onto him, obviously a part of you recognized that he could protect you. 

“I had to! Other humans showed up, and I couldn’t just leave them all alone there!” Luffy nuzzled his face into your hair, choosing to ignore the way you shuddered from the contact. You’re probably just a little cold.

“That’s bullshit! No one came out until after you dragged me in!”

Sanji’s eyes narrowed at Luffy, “This is why we didn’t want you to go alone, you have no tact!”

“Like you would have done any better! You would’ve just creeped them out if you’d gone,” Nami jabbed. Sanji sulked away, not even attempting to plead his case. Nami, on the other hand, swam closer to you, eyeing you up curiously. She reached out to experimentally tug on your wet clothing, not paying any mind to how uncomfortable you looked.

Chopper was the next to appear. You were definitely surprised by his appearance, but seemed more confused than scared by him. The doctor went right up to you, visibly concerned, “Luffy! You can’t just drag a human into the water like this! It’s cold enough that they could get hypothermia if we don’t get them someplace dry soon!”

You latched onto this immediately, “Y-Yeah, you should take me back to shore before I get sick!”

“Don’t worry, I got this covered!” Franky pulled a self made boat over, “It’s not much yet, but I’ve got biiiig plans for this thing.” The boat in question looked like a small house boat. There weren’t any doors on it, just an open three walled structure for shelter. 

“Oooh, good thinking, Franky!” Luffy happily approached the boat and heaved you onto it. The second you were out of his arms, you scrambled into the walled off part of it. You stared at them with wide eyes with your back pressed up against one of the walls.

More of his crew appeared, wanting to get a good look at you now that you weren’t actively running away from them. With each head that popped out of the water, you curled in on yourself more and more.

“Are you sure this is a good idea? What if other humans come after us to get them back? Don’t we have enough enemies already?” Usopp was hanging back, still skittish about this whole idea.

“Of course it is! They’re our friend now, so we’ll protect them!” Luffy pulled himself up onto the boat while you shrank back even farther. He turns to face you, grinning even wider than he already was, “Don’t worry about all those awful humans on that island, we won’t let them hurt you!”

“What are you talking about? Everyone there is-”

“Very dangerous and spreading lies about what merfolk are like! You don’t need to say anything, I already figured it out,” Luffy nodded proudly.

“You didn’t figure shit out, you maniac!” 

No one listened to you, and there was a chorus of groans from the merfolk. This was hardly anything new to them, humans always assumed the worst of them. 

Admittedly, Luffy didn’t have a long term plan for what to do with you yet, but he’s already made it this far without ever making any plans. Everything will fall into place soon enough, and you’ll learn to be grateful for his extremely considerate rescue.

[battle-acs-official]

I'm about to go on a rant about Sasquatch.

I'm not sorry.

So.

Sasquatch. Bigfoot. Big hairy thing in the woods. What is it, and why is it so fucking hard to find?

Honestly, the simplest and most effective answer to basically any question asked about it is: "It's an Ape. Duh."

Okay, what is it? It's an Ape. A Great Ape. What specific branch is unknown, but it DEFINITELY ISN'T A GIGANTOPITHECUS DESCENDANT!!! Giganto was an Orangutan relative and Sasquatch is clearly more related to Apes like Gorilla and Chimpanzee. Stop that. Just because it was big doesn't mean that that's the only animal Sasquatch could be related to.

On the point of bigness, first, Giganto is good precedent for Apes being able to get that big, so the argument that Sasquatch couldn't as big as it's reported to be is already dead.

Why would it get so big, though? Well, why did everything else that came across the Bering land bridge get so damn big? Bountiful resources, need to adapt, freedom for experimental forms to arise due to lack of competition. Everything in the Ice Age Species Exchange did 2 things: Got really fucking big and got really fucking weird, so an ape coming over would experience the same lack of competition and adaptive pressures.

So why would we have such a hard time finding them if they've been here the whole time? Well, for starters, we do find them. Often. You just stick your fingers in your ears, close your eyes, and chant "Hoaxes and Bears! Hoaxes and Bears!". So... That's a you problem. Also, let's put ourselves in the mindset of a Sasquatch for a minute here:

You're a Sasquatch.

You're probably somewhere between Gorilla and Chimpanzee levels of intelligence.

You're hanging out, doing your thing, walking through the woods, and you enter a clearing.

The clearing is full of dead shit, fires and screaming, hairless murderous cryptids that can kill basically anything it wants.

You recognize that this thing is a threat.

You also recognize that they usually stay in or near the plains.

You also recognize that they usually don't come out at night.

You also recognize that if they can see it, they can kill it.

You make the easy connection that the best method for not being killed by these things is to go where they don't (Deep forests and inaccessible mountains) and do your thing when they're inactive (Night).

Now, practice this habit for an absolute bare minimum of the last 10,000 years (the last time the Bering land bridge was accessible, but they likely would have came over on one of the earlier openings, which was up to several million years ago) and you have an animal that is very well adapted to seeing Humans as an existential threat and keeping well the fuck away from them.

Alright, well, if they're real, why haven't we found fossils? ... My guy, do you have any idea how ludicrously difficult it is to find ANY Primate fossils? We have functionally 0 Chimpanzee fossils. We have a handful of teeth for Gorillas. Orangutans, also mostly just a couple dozen teeth. Gigantopithecus, the guy that everyone points to (erroneously) as an ancestor of Sasquatch, is only known from a partial jaw bone. Most of it's anatomy is just speculation.

For all practical purposes, there may as well not be any Primate fossils.

So now tell me why you would expect to find any Sasquatch fossils?

Well, why are primate fossils so hard to find? Forests. For a fossil to be preserved, the animal needs to either be buried swiftly after death in mostly light sediment, like sand and silt, or have their bones picked clean and, still, buried in some form of sediment quickly (like burial in a grave).

Forests rarely ever have such conditions. Most bodies are left in open air, humid, bioactive, scavenger filled conditions with very few chances to be buried (unless they end up falling in a river).

Oh, and North American forests are possibly the worst possible forests for fossil preservation, if for no other reason than fucking porcupines. Little bastards actively EAT BONES. So, yeah, finding fossils in NA forests is nigh impossible for an already nigh impossible animal to expect a fossil from.

Alright, but that doesn't explain why we can't find them. Well, for starters, we do, you guys just call all the witnesses liars, drunks or idiots. And expecting that kind of reaction tends to dampen one's enthusiasm to tell people what you've seen...

... So that's your fault, when you really think about it.

Also, who's gonna fund a multiple years expedition into the most remote reaches of the continent, with people the scientific (ha, ironic) community has made a habit of condemning as quacks and hoaxers, with military grade search and reconnaissance equipment, trying to build an entirely new field of study from scratch, to find an animal that is deliberately, consciously, trying to not be found.

Oh, so you just conveniently just can't find any evidence, but it totally exists? We have hair, which is call hoaxes. We have foot, hand and full body prints, which you call hoaxes. We have dermal ridges (the stuff that makes your fingerprint, but they exist on your hands and feet), which you call hoaxes. We have photos, which you call hoaxes. We have videos, which you call hoaxes. We have audio recordings, which you call hoaxes. We have basically everything short of a physical specimen.

Well then get a physical specimen!

A) Again, they are actively trying to stay away from humans. They likely don't visit the same places twice when they see humans around.

B) Sightings are rare, brief and probably deliberate on the Sasquatch's part as a way to scare you off. You're not going to be running around the forest on your normal hike with a tranquilizer gun to quick-draw at a moment's notice and that animal is definitely not going to let itself be seen for very long.

C) Hunters usually have a habit of NOT shooting the upright, human-shaped things in the woods. Even if it very obviously looks like a Sasquatch, most people would likely hold their fire in case it's an asshole in a suit.

D) Even if you manage to shoot one, do you have a chopper to haul it out? No? Well good luck dragging a 6-10 foot tall, 400-700 pound behemoth out of the woods with nothing but your bare hands.

And finally E) I'd like to at least hope that most people would be hesitant to kill something that looks so much like a human. If you saw a mother and young, could you really bring yourself to killing them?

Any debate is welcome, just be civil.

[melonba11s]

Psychrocism (Tate Frost/ MC Fanfic)

I am here with another fanfic featuring Tate! I am obsessed with him.

Big thanks to @violaceousatrocity for the idea and brainstorming with me on it!

Contains: Public Sex, Outdoor Sex, Sex during a Blizzard, Consensual sex (Mild Coercion), Oral Sex, Gender Neutral MC, Body Worship, MC sucks on Tates Tits.

You’d arrived at the only grocery store in this small town for just a few essentials, and something to have for dinner. You hadn’t expected to meet the love of your life. Okay you were being dramatic, but he was extremely attractive. 

While walking past the meat department you’d seen him, tall, thick set, huge burly arms and long curly hair. He’d caught you staring and grinned, causing you to blush a vivid red and hurry along your way. 

The store was small though, and there were several times you found yourself glancing back at the meat department… and finding him staring right back, smiling. 

You had to get out of here before you threw yourself over the meat counter and buried your fingers into his soft chest and belly. You didn’t make eye contact with the cashier, remarkably easy since he didn’t seem interested in you either, swallowing back your emotions. 

It was only when you had your few items bagged up and you turned around did you see the state of the weather outside. Yes it had been snowing pretty heavily before, but you’d figured that a quick stop at the store before going home wouldn’t hurt. 

Now everything outside was white, thick, wet snow pelting against the glass. You jumped as a hand curled around your shoulder. 

“Want me to walk you out to your car, Sha?” a deep, gruff voice asked. You whipped around to look up at the owner of the hand, looking up at the butcher. 

“I-I…” you couldn’t find any words, and he began chuckling. 

“Don’t worry, Sha. I just clocked off… I got plenty of time to take care of ya…Name’s Tate, by the way.” He winked, thrumming his fingers across your shoulder. Even if you had been a nun, you would have caught the intent of his words. 

Your breath was stuck in your throat as you nodded, looking him up and down, then finally finding your voice. 

“Y-Yeah… I’d… like that…” You were sweating despite the cold, as the doors opened and Tate led you outside, hand still on your shoulder. It was nearly impossible to see, but you knew where you parked, next to a truck near the store. 

Over the wind, you heard Tate mumble something. You didn’t quite catch it though, and glanced up at him.

“What?” you asked, your voice blown away with a strong breeze. 

“You parked next to me, Sha. Just found it funny.” You gave a nervous laugh, setting down your bags as you made a move to find your keys, open your trunk. You wondered faintly if he’d even fit in your car for a quick fuck, Tate’s hands trailing down your sides to your hips.

And then the wind was slapping against your bare legs. Tate had gotten a grip of your pants and yanked them down in one tug. They had definitely been torn from the force. 

You shrieked, reaching down to pull them back up before you were being lifted in the air. 

“W-Wait! Not out here!” You were quickly shivering, wanting to fight Tate off but at the same time, pressing yourself into his warmth. 

“Don’t worry, Sha, it’s so thick out here no one can see us… And if they hear your screams, maybe they’ll just think it’s a yeti.” Despite your initial fear, you couldn’t help but love the thrill that went up your spine. You’d never fucked out in the open before… 

You grunted as you were set down on the hood of Tates truck, the snow piling up acting as a cushion. You were on your back, and a wave of dizziness hit as your head hung over the side. Any questions you had about why he’d set you down like this though were answered when his cock slapped against your cheek. 

“Get me wet, Sha, or it will hurt like a bitch going in.” Tate’s voice came from somewhere above you. He didn’t need to tell you twice though, your inhibitions were out the door now. 

Opening your mouth, he barely gave you a moment before he shoved himself in. The angle helped you to not instantly choke on him, but the pace he picked up definitely made you gag. But it also just made you drool more, getting him nice and wet like he requested. 

It was still fucking freezing though, you grunted as Tate’s giant hands grabbed your coat and shirt. You let out a grunt around his cock as the sound of fabric tearing hit your ears, and suddenly your chest and stomach were exposed to that knife-like wind too. 

You’d probably care more about that if you didn’t have a thick, perfect cock fucking your throat though, the heat of the moment and your lust was enough to keep you warm for now. 

Soon enough, Tate was pulling out. His cock was dripping from your drool, and he gave a groan of discomfort. Before you could sit up or try to move, he had already spun you around, the shreds of your coat and shirt slid off you and onto the ground. 

The frigid weather meant that your spit had quickly become ice cold on his dick, and you yelped as you felt it rub against your entrance. It wasn’t rubbing for long though, and you let out a gasp as he began to push it in. 

“W-Wait! You’re going too fast!” you began, trying to sit up. The snow underneath you slid, and was soaking your skin, as his cock burled into you. 

“Can’t wait, Sha.” Tate grunted, smirking down at you. “I don’t want my dick to get frostbite. Better just hold onto what you can.” 

Frostbite. That very real threat seemed to jolt something in your brain. You were cold. You were freezing. Fuck, this had been the coldest you’d ever been in your life. It no longer felt cold, it felt like you were on fire. Your teeth were chattering so hard you thought they were about to break. 

Tate though, was looming over you, huge, warm, his cock stuffing you up perfectly. His coat was unzipped, showing off his perfect chest and belly underneath a tight black tank top. 

Your hands flew forward, shoving your icy digits up under that black fabric and pushing it up as fast as you could. If your ice cold fingers shocked him in any way, he didn’t show it, grinning as his chest and stomach were bared for you. 

You pressed yourself against him, moaning both as his cock began to thrust at a breakneck speed and at the warmth he brought. Burying your face into his chest, you wrapped one arm around his wide shoulders, and let the other fall to grab and knead at his fat. 

He was so much larger than you, his breath was hot across the back of your neck, beading up quickly in condensation, which then began to freeze against your skin. 

You couldn’t focus on the cold anymore though, you were too busy, mouthing at his tits. 

“Heh- Yeah, chew on me like you chew on a chicken bone, Sha” Tate grumbled picking up his brutal pace. You were drooling all over him as you latched onto his right tit, beginning to suck on it. Your spare hand leaving his stomach to come up and grab at his left. It was perfect, the world had closed in on just the two of you, the wind whipping around you, the snow freezing to your backside. His cock pounding into you, rubbing against all the right places, wrenching moan after moan from your throat that was still sore from him fucking your face. 

The snow was no longer cold on you, instead it felt like it was burning you up, or perhaps like electricity was coursing through your spine as your moans picked up pace. Just as a gust of wind blew over the both of you, you let out a scream as you came. The wind was so strong though that it felt like it ripped both the yell and your orgasm from you, and just like the wind, it was over way too fast. 

You could only cling to Tate for dear life, panting, as he hilted himself inside of you, feeling his hot cum splash against your insides. That at least, was one more thing to warm you up. 

“Damn that was hot, Sha… You left some pretty good tooth marks on me too.” He was pulling away, and you could see what he meant. Deep indents left on his chest, your nails had left some pretty good scratches on the left side too. You had to wonder if his scars really came from chopping wood and shit, maybe he just fucked a whole lot. 

You were suddenly aware of something painfully obvious though. You were stark naked, only wearing your socks and boots, sitting on the cold metal of Tate’s truck, with a blizzard picking up around you. The full body shudder that went through you, feeling his cum leaking out of you and freezing to your sensitive skin. 

“T-T-T-Ta-” You couldn’t even get his name out, your arms wrapping around yourself in an attempt to keep in body heat you no longer had. 

“Ahahaha, cold, darling? You look positively adorable shivering there… Suppose I should get you warm though.” Tate grinned, his pants already zipped up and shirt pulled back down. 

You watched as he shrugged off his giant, puffy winter coat. It was such a shock to your system, the warmth of it, that it stung as he threw it over you, wrapping you up in it. But it was so huge, it could easily almost cover your entire body. You clung to it, pulling it up to your face, inhaling deeply. 

It smelt like him… You gave a start as the truck started, the engine rumbling underneath you. 

“Come on, Sha. I got your groceries in the back seat, let me take you home for the night… We can keep eachother warm during the storm.” He winked. You should have refused but. You were naked, your clothes torn, and you were exhausted and…. The charm in his smile, the twinkle in his eyes. 

He had you under his spell. You nodded, doing your best to smile through your frozen cheeks as he wrapped his arms around you, again picking you up as if you weighed no more than a bag of… well, groceries. 

The radio in his truck was already playing, through the massive amounts of static emitting, you could hear some old jazz tunes. Tate set you down in the passenger seat, shutting the door. The click of a lock, perhaps it should have made you nervous. 

Instead it only felt like he was locking the cold out, the entire vehicle shaking as he got into the drivers side, shutting out the last of the winter storm with a slam of the door. 

You leaned back, sighing in relief as the heat came on, washing over your bare legs. Everything frozen to you and inside you was melting now, and though the trickling liquid was still mildly uncomfortable, this had to be the comfiest you’d ever been in your life.

“Heh, your cheeks are so dark, darling. Guess Jack Frost kissed ya, eh?... Well, I suppose I’ll have to take those kisses back later.” Tate grinned, his voice gravelly as he began to back out. 

You gave a small grunt of acknowledgement, a thrill of excitement running through you at the thought of what the rest of the night held in store for you. 

Wrapped in his coat, the truck's heat sinking into your skin, wringing out every last shiver, your eyelids began to feel heavy as Tate turned down a small road. The snow forced him to move slowly, the rumble of gravel almost feeling like a massage. 

It wasn’t long before you nodded off, hearing Tate humming along to that static filled jazz.

[elliemarchetti]

Tamlin Week Day 7

I intended to post this alternative version of the Calanmai events during day 4 of @tamlinweek but I was too ashamed because it's definitely NSFW and I'm not used to writing such explicit things. Why we're here then? Because in the end I said to myself "fuck it, at worst people will think that's cringe" so here's how I imagine things would've gone if Feyre and Tamlin were just slightly hornier.

Warnings: NSFW (oral, F receiving), no beta and no proof reading

Words: 874

Tamlin nearly growled when he found her in the kitchen. She was wearing only a sheer nightgown, her feet bare on the marble floor, hair unbound and crowned by the moonlight. Her eyes gleamed in fear, light blue turning to silver, but he found her wry humour intact, even when faced with a half-wild High Lord.

“Going somewhere?” he asked, his voice raspier than ever. He had never experienced Calanmai wanting someone so badly, and the fact he was forbidden to have the Maiden he would choose had only fuelled his animalistic lust, exacerbated by the slight blush spread on her cheeks.

“Midnight snack,” she replied, as evenly as she could, and for some reasons, Tamlin became keenly aware of every movement of her lips, every breath she took as she neared him and his bare chest, painted with dark blue whorls smudged by the Fae the magic made him pick when he was unable to find Feyre.

 “Let go,” she hissed, making his beastly eyes fall on his hands, firmly clasped around her slender wrists, claws punched out, imbedded in the wood above her head. When he had leaned out enough to touch her and above all why he did it while he still reeked of someone else and there was no trace of his usual kindness, of his gentle reprimands, in his brain was a mystery only the Mother could solve, but it probably had something to do with the insatiable hunger he felt for her sweet taste.

“You drove me mad,” he whispered, the sound trembling down her neck and along her breasts, hardening her nipples. “I searched for you, and you weren’t there. When I didn’t find you, I had to take another.”

Although their position was extremely inconvenient, with his face so close to hers they shared breath, she didn’t try to escape, and given what his nose perceived, she didn’t want to.

“She asked me not to be gentle, either,” he went on, baring his bright teeth near her earlobe. He wanted to suck on it, just a hint of what he could’ve done elsewhere given the chance, but he refrained from doing so.

“I would’ve been gentle with you,” he concluded, and Feyre’s body went taut. She had her eyes closed, the echo of a stifled moan lingering in her throat, back arched slightly and unsteady knees, so he decided to have pity, and picked her up, securing her legs around his waist. Finally able to move, she grabbed his arm, nails digging into the skin, the other hand roaming on his chest, in the little space left between their bodies.

“Why should I want someone’s leftovers?” she asked, but it sounded more like a sincere question than a rhetorical one, so, with a sadistic smile, he sunk his teeth onto the tender spot where her neck met her shoulder, careful not to pierce the flesh.

The push of her body against his, the hard and the soft, made him see red, see lightning, and he started to grind against her core. He lightened his grip, lazily caressing the spot he just bit with his tongue, peppering her neck with kisses until he reached the fabric of her nightgown. Intently, he slipped the thin strap off her shoulder, and territorially, he left little red marks on the skin newly exposed, making his way toward her nipple, focused on the heat between her legs, where he wanted to bury himself until the effect of the magic disappeared.

He ground his body against her one more time, eager to pay attention to every aching spot, and her lips formed an exquisite and silent O, as if she was searching for breath. He wanted to be her oxygen, he wished to be her sustenance, so he knelt as he lifted her up, securing her legs on his shoulders, making her pant in surprise.

“Don’t ever disobey me again,” he said, his voice a deep purr that ricocheted through her, lulling her into complicity.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” she breathed, shivering for the cold, or maybe because he was grinning wildly as he moved her underwear away from his coveted prize. Even in the dark, she was beautiful, clasping at nothing and so ready to be filled.

“You’re right, that’s your job,” he chuckled, then his mouth fell ravenously on her, and his tongue lapped at her juices.

Absentmindedly, one of his hands reached up for her exposed tit, while the other worked between her legs, in and out of her. He wanted to touch her everywhere and to drown the ache he felt at his manhood, but now it was all about Feyre, and his nostrils flared as he scented her impending, burning orgasm. What thoughts, if any, raged through her mind as he pounded a second finger inside, were suppressed when he slightly angled it, hitting the right spot in the right moment. From the way she had screamed his name, and buried her hand in his hair, everyone in the Manor must’ve heard her express how pleasant their meeting had been, but there was no time for shame, not when his senses seemed to have awakened again and were begging for the night to never end.

[justmywriting1313]

His favourite places to kiss... (Tsukishima x Reader)

Pretty self explanatory and definitely self indulgent... 

Warnings: I dont think there are any... sweet pet names and one which is sorta spicy so please 18+ (I am not responsible beyond warning you guys what you should and shouldn’t read... You know if you’re in the wrong 👀)

btw time skip so older and more emotionally mature Tsukii

Flushed cheeks and lidded eyes in hidden corners of the campus when he feels too soft to not press kisses to your inner wrist, where your vein is visible/pulse point is.

As much as Tsukishima hates to admit it you are just as good at flustering him as he is at flustering you. You know exactly how to use your short stature to your advantage and leave him a soft endeared mess, when you rock back and forth on the balls of your feet. Teasing eyes and flushed cheeks making you a little too pretty for his liking as you keep glancing between his eyes and lips. Tsukishima who had you pressed up against the wall, leaning over your smaller stature, tried his very best not to melt but failed when he let his forehead thump against your shoulder. You chuckled into his ear as one hand came up to caress his hair before settling on cupping his cheek, even as he pulled away. In that moment he felt too soft not to nuzzle his face into your soft palm, holding your wrist there. He lightly trialed his lips over the pulsing point before pressing them more firmly into the vein that he could see. Once more and then a third time as he kissed the fragile skin over and over again.

When he turned back to face you, your eyes were wide as you watched this usually salty 6′3 man bend down and melt while kissing you like you were the most delicate thing there was. His cheeks red and eyes lidded as he smiled at you small yet lovely. Immediately you were pulling your hand away and, burying your head into his chest, arms trying to decide wether to pull him closer to hide in his chest or push him away and look somewhere else. The former winning. 

“Tsukiiii” You whined and he couldn't help but snicker as he tucked you into his form, chin resting on your head as he let you hide this once (though usually he would pull your arms away wanting to see you squirm from something so simple.) Every soft curve of yours pressed into the harder planes of his body making him feel strong and stable. He liked knowing that he was your safe harbor.

“Y/NNNN” He mimicked which only caused you more annoyance. And even though he could hear your continued grumbling he could only laugh some more as he pulled away and whispered a small ‘cute’  before intertwining your fingers and making your way back to your friends.  

Sick days where you wouldn't let him near you so he would sneak into your bed before pressing his lips repeatedly against your temples, feeling helpless yet wanting to protect you from something so simple.

Tsukii chanced a peak through the crack in the door. You were flat on your back with a cold press on your forehead and a frown on your face. He quickly stepped back when he saw you trying to peer back at him but he doubted you saw anything without your glasses. He was currently waiting for the opportune moment.

You had been sick for the past week and had vehemently refused to let Tsukii step close to you in fear he would get sick too. Tsukii hated it. He hated how considerate you were and he hated how much more attractive it made you even snotty and teary eyed. He was also sick of your cold. He knew he was grumpy and emotionally constipated but he missed you and he wanted to to be able to take care of you and you not letting him be there for you made him feel like a bad boyfriend. He felt helpless from being unable to protect you from something so simple and he missed your touch. So here he was waiting outside your dorm door, having bribed your roommate with a pre written essay and study plan to not tell you and let him stay in your dorm for a week. He waited for the moment where your eyes got hazy and became lidded with sleep. It was Tsukii’s favourite version of you cause you got all whiny and cute. Its only then that you would let him baby you (in his own Tsukii-ish mean way which involved flicking your forehead and laughing at you). He watched the minute your face relaxed before he strode into the room. He regarded you in endeared amusement as you immediately frowned. He stopped near the bed hearing your slurred protests and whining them back to you, 

“Tsukiii ya shouldn’t be here ya know?? I’m sick and y’ll also get sick” 

“Y/Nnnnn and sick really? I wouldn’t know. You look like you’re in tip top shape really… should I spike a volleyball to you…” 

He watched your eyes become teary and cheeks redder before you start sniffling. Crossing your arms and pushing yourself further into the bed.

“Don’t be mean you bean pole of a human *sniff, sniff*... when yer sick I’m so nice to ya and this is what I get… Next time ‘m not gonna pet your hair” 

“Well if you let me get close to you I would be nic–... Ahh Okay okay don’t cry you big baby” 

He slid under the covers next to you making himself comfy. He lay on his side, letting one arm slide under your head and around your shoulders. The other went over your stomach to rest against your waist and hip. His lean arms were heavy and warm like a weighted blanket and he sighed in relief when you pressed yourself further against his body. It was in small moments like these where you let yourself be vulnerable that Tsukii couldn’t help but firmly and protectively press a kiss against your temples. He would do it again and again, even as you fell asleep and even as you woke up. He would occasionally press his own forehead against your temple. And in between these firm and worried kisses and moments of skinship he would whisper words he would otherwise deny ever having said,

“I love you... you in all your rash, reckless, delicate and easily hurt glory... You’re a moron, even more than the human tangerine... but you’re my moron okay? And I don’t like my moron like this so get better... you big dumb-dumb” 

And thats where he would spend the rest of his night. Holding you, keeping your warm, tangling his long legs between yours and by your request even wear a mask, though that doesn’t stop the worried kisses... yeah the opportune moment. 

Dimly lit bedrooms after exhausting days where the only thing on either of your minds was just being there with the other. The skin-ship had Tsukii preening and he couldn’t help but hold your hand to his mouth, pressing firm kisses against each finger tip which would dissolve into something more. 

It had been a demanding day though that was putting it lightly. Tsukishima was fairly certain he no longer had thighs since he could no longer feel them, Training having put them through the ringer. His back hurt from the uncomfortable chairs at the library that he personally offered to replace. Hi hand he was certain might fall off after finishing his ten page essay and finally he wished he didn’t have a head if it meant the throbbing headache of his would go away… He didn’t think there was a saving grace until he got home and there you were. You in all your comfy glory, framed by soft edges and the dim lighting of the bedroom as you read a book and had a glass of wine by your side. Your skin was dewy form you nighttime creams and your hair way in a pony tail with all the shorter pieces falling out. You were picture perfect and Tsukii had never been happier about having showered before coming home. He schlucked his clothes of as fast as he could and never even giving you a chance to ask or say hello he dropped himself onto your figure. You let out a loud ‘oof’ but spread your thighs a little more nonetheless to accommodate his hips that settled against yours. 

“Tough day huh Tsukii?”

All you received were grumbled groans from where he buried his head into your chest. Your own hand coming to stroke his hair and when he propped his chin up, his cheek bones. You smiled when you finally got a peak of his face, your own lighting up, 

“There’s my pretty boy” 

Tsukii felt himself smile at the endearment. Tsukii had grown up and though he still blushed he no longer acted like a prepubescent boy who shoved aside any comfort. He keened in the attention before he pulled your hand to his mouth with a firm grip. And here is where he grabbed each finger and one by one pressed his lips to the soft pads of your fingertips, starting with your pinkie and ending at your thumb which he lightly bit. You watched with heated eyes as this tall blonde boy made you feel both like a goddess and yet like a little girl all in one setting. You watched his lips trial a path onto your palm before letting you stroke his face again. His own hands going to the sides of your thighs, stroking the soft flesh and thats how you both spent the next few hours… happy and soft.

When everything felt like it was going wrong and nothing seemed okay, when you had crawled both physically and mentally into the darkest place you could find is when Tsukii would place his lips firmly against your forehead, rocking you back and forth and whispering reassurances. 

Tsukishima rushed as fast as he could to the psychology building. His heart was pounding and his mind was running at the speed of light. When he got the call from Tadashi he had felt his heart drop into his stomach and despite trying his best he couldn't help but think of the worst case scenario. He practically ripped the door of its hinges as he made a mad dash for the sixth floor, pushing past other bewildered students and taking two stairs at a time. 

He knew today was going to be difficult. He knew he should have trusted his gut when it told him to wait outside your building to pick you up after your exam today. He knew he should have trusted his judgment. He couldn’t blame Tadashi, even though the man had been insistent that he would help manage if you got your anxiety attack/ sensory overload today and get you home because at the end of the day Tadashi didn’t know the extent of your anxiety. Hell there were times where Tsukii thought even you didn’t know just how bad it got. As your loved one having to watch from the sidelines as you went from psychiatrist to psychologist to cardiologist it drove him mad how you could smile and brush aside something that was so debilitating. He had been there for all of it and he knew he shouldn’t have deviated from the comfortable routine he had helped build for you and himself... he knew and he still fucked up. 

He was at least grateful for the fact that your professor had managed to get half the floor cleared out so as to decrease your sensory overload. He finally reached the classroom and entered with a bang of the door. His eyes landed on a very distressed Tadashi who stood in front of the janitor’s closet that you had locked yourself in. The man had red cheeks and was sweating profusely as he begged you to make some noise or best case scenario open the door, 

“Y/N pleas please please open the door, I just umm I need to make sure you haven't passed out… Look you can open and close it really quickly or like maybe bang on the thing please… Tsukii should be here any mo–Kei oh thank god” 

With a quick thanks and instructions on what to bring/do Tsukishima sent Yamaguchi to wait outside. Tsukishima gave both you and him two minutes of complete and utter silence before he knocked on the door. It was a gentle rap of his knuckles very unlike the pounding panic that Tsukii felt, 

“Y/N please… please its me...Your Tsukii right? and I need you to open the door… please... darling I’m so sorry but please open the door” 

Tsukii heard shuffling on the other side and then a click and that was all that he needed. He opened the door that was otherwise pitch black. He left a sliver of it open behind him and through that sliver of light he found you crawling back to the very back of the room. You sat in the centre, hugging your knees and framed by various cleaning supplies as your body shook with sobs and a heart that was no doubt hurting from how quickly it was beating. Tsukii wasted no time in dropping to his knees in front of you, long arms collecting you into his lap. Its now when he presses his lips firmly into your forehead as he enveloped your body whole, like if he hugged you hard enough he could take away the anxiety and fear and paralysing panic. He again and again pressed kisses to your forehead whispering words that he hoped and prayed helped. He was never a words kind of guy but for you he could be... in his own way, 

“You're okay? You hear me? You are fine, you are completely safe and okay… just breathe. Work on getting your heart rate down okay? You can do it! I know you can not just cause you’ve done it before but because you are my partner... And when we started dating I didn’t just date you cause you’re pretty... I’m dating you cause you tend to pull of the impossible and I know right now calming down seems impossible but you. are. going. to. do it. okay?” 

and that is where you both stayed well into the dark. Tsukii rocking you back and forth, the haze of worry finally disappearing leaving in its wake stability at knowing he got you...

I was going to post this later but here you go!! <3

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[brienneoftarth1989]

Thief

Brienne of Tarth x Fem Reader

Summary: You’re an orphan and been shunned by your community, now stealing to survive. Going between villages, you come across Brienne in the woods, choosing the wrong person to steal from. Catching you trying to take food from her pack, the knight gives her a thrashing with the flat of her sword, comforting her afterwards. Requested by Reddragon30000

Warnings: theft, dead bodies, survival

Requests open

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Life has always been hard for you. You lived a relatively normal life up until the age of fourteen. It wasn’t the most luxurious lifestyle but as the child of parents that worked in the stables life couldn’t be too harsh. You had food, water and a warm place to sleep. However, that all changed in one night.

Your village was raided in the middle of the night. Your parents tried to fight off the raiders but got themself killed in the process. You woke up the next morning completely unharmed but your village was deserted. You immediately went to look for your parents but to your horror you found their bodies hanging outside the entrance of the village.

You were completely alone and didn’t know what to do. You were fourteen years old and your parents worked in the stables. You had know idea how to hunt, how to cook, you didn’t even know how to fight. How on earth were you going to survive?

You managed to last six months at your village on the food that the raiders didn’t find. It hurt knowing you were the only one left. You would walk past the houses where your friends used to live half expecting them to run out and meet you. However every time you walked past you were greeted by silence. The pain you felt for the loss of your friends and family was unimaginable.

In the first week you cut your parents bodies down from where they were hanging and buried them together near your house. It wasn’t the most beautiful send off but it was the least you could do for the people that raised you. You loved them so much and you still cry yourself to sleep every night at the thought that they are never coming back.

After you almost ran out of food you decided that in order to survive you needed to keep moving. You knew there was another small town about a day's walk away. This needed to be your next stop knowing that if you didn’t make a move that day then you would end up starving to death. You manage to raid one of the houses finding a dagger. You had no idea how to use it but it would definitely come in handy in certain situations.

After a day of travelling and using the last of your food you arrived at the nearby town. You somehow manage to last a year in that town. You were a hard honest worker. On your first day in the town you found the local tavern. You begged the bloke that owned it for a job explaining that you didn’t need pay, just food and maybe somewhere to sleep as you explained what happened at your village.

He felt sorry for you saying he would pay you in food and a place to sleep each night and that is exactly what he did for the next year. You couldn't complain. You loved your job. You enjoyed the people you worked with and you loved seeing all the travellers that stopped by the tavern each day. The stories you heard were so fascinating. However like before it only took one night for it all to be turned upside down.

You had been crushing on one of the people in the town and you finally wanted to make a move with them. However, unlike most, your crush had been on an older woman. The town you had been staying in for the past year was very religious and believed that if a woman laid with another woman you were going against god.

That night you had both gotten too loud and the owner of the tavern caught you both as naked as the day you were born pleasuring one another. He screamed at you both, threatening you that if you didn’t get out of his tavern and leave that instant he would have you hung. At that you grabbed everything you had and left that night never once looking back.

How could life treat you so poorly? You had your real family taken from you and your new family kicked you out for you just being who you really were. Your life as a criminal started that day. With no place to go and no food to eat you had to steal in order to survive. It was the last thing you wanted to do as your parents always told you stealing was wrong but you didn’t have much of a choice.

Over the course of another year you went from village to village stealing. At first it was just food. No one would notice the odd pie or loaf of bread missing but the more you stole the better you got at it. In the first couple of months you had a tendency of getting caught but you always managed to guilt trip them into giving it to you.

However recently you have started to steal bigger items and money. You didn’t really need the money as you stole everything you needed but the urge to just steal became greater and greater hence why you started to steal things with higher value.

You had just left one of the villages you had just stolen from. You managed to steal yourself a couple of pies, a loaf of bread and you even managed to steal yourself some ale. You also managed to steal some small bags of money and managed to upgrade your dagger to a small sword.

You were now a day’s walk away from the village you had just stolen from and you couldn’t have been happier. You had food, drinks and money. This would quite easily last you until you came across the next town or village. As you were always on the move you didn’t have any friends so you spent half the time talking away to yourself. To be honest you preferred your own company.

As you were walking through the forest one evening you noticed there was a small fire off in the distance with a load of belongings. You decided to sneak up on the small camp to see if anyone was about. If they had food you were going to steal it. You darted between the trees using them for cover so you wouldn’t be caught by the residence of the camp.

When you reached the final tree that got you closest to the camp you had a real good look to see if anyone was about. As you eyed up the camp you could see some dead rabbits that needed to be skinned as well as some water. You took one last glance around and couldn’t see anyone in sight. Maybe the camp had been deserted.

You ran over to the food and started putting it in your satchel so you could have it another day. You decided to push your luck and rummage through the rest of the belongings to see if they had anything of value you could take. However you didn’t hear the owner of the camp you were currently raiding return back. It wasn’t until you heard the sliding of metal did you suddenly turn around.

Before you could even think the flat part of their sword collided with your hand. You immediately pulled your hand away bringing it close to your body to see if it was ok. The red mark it left was prominent and it stung like hell. You whimpered at the pain.

“And what the hell do you think you're doing?” a stern female voice asked. You looked up at the tall woman in front of you. “I’m sorry I haven’t eaten in days. I thought this camp was deserted. I just need food” you faked sobbed knowing that this always made them feel bad for you.

“Don’t pull that card with me y/n” she said looking pretty pissed off. You froze. How did she know your name? The woman saw the sudden panic on your face. “I take it you haven’t seen the wanted poster?. You’re wanted for theft y/n, so there is no point in playing that card with me because we all know what you have been stealing over this past year” she said walking closer to you and grabbing your wrist.

“I’m Ser Brienne of Tarth and you will be coming with me. I’m taking you so you can be rightly punished” she said then picking up a rope that was laying near her feet but just as she was about to tie you up you suddenly started to fight her grip she had on you. “Please wait, Brienne, I can explain. Please hear me out before you decide what to do with me” you begged the older woman.

“Fine, you can explain yourself but I'm still tying you up. If and I mean if by the end of your story I feel like you have explained your actions I may consider untying you” she said wrapping the rope around your wrists. You sighed but if this had to be done then it had to be done.

“I was fourteen when my story started. My life turned upside down in one night. I slept through it all but my village was raided one night. My parents tried to fight them off but they lost their lives trying to protect me. I lived on my own in my village for six months feeding on what the raiders didn’t find. I had to bury my parents…” you hadn’t spoken about this in such a long time you forgot how much it hurt. You unknowingly started sobbing bringing your knees to your body trying to comfort yourself.

With one deep breath you continued. “After I ran out of food I walked to the next town. I managed to get work in a tavern getting paid in food and a warm room to sleep in. I had found my new family. I lasted a year there before I got caught having a sex with an older woman. I was banished instantly. I was fifteen years old. I didn’t know what to do. I needed food to survive and all I could do was steal. I didn’t want to. My parents always told me how wrong it was but I got so desperate. It started with just food and water but I got good at it and loved the rush it gave me.”

You sighed. “This is all I've known for the past couple years. I’m sixteen now. I still have my whole life ahead of me. I know my actions were wrong but if I hadn’t have done this I would have been dead a year or so ago. I don’t expect you to change your mind but I appreciate you listening.”

Before you knew it you were crying again. All this pain. All this pretending that everything was fine finally came a reality. Brienne untied you and wrapped her arms around your frail frame. You froze at the sudden contact but finally relaxed into her grasp. “Hey it’s ok. You’re ok. I’ve got you now” she said to you.

You looked up to meet Brienne’s gaze “what do you mean?” you asked. “I mean you’re coming with me. I could really do with a little partner in crime so to speak. You say you love the rush it gives you so I reckon you will love my adventures. I will teach you how to fight, how to hunt and how to use that sword because we both know that it is just for show” she said, laughing a little.

You giggled slightly “Thank you Brienne but what about the fact I’m wanted?” you asked. She smiled at you. “You're not y/n.” Shock filled your face. “What do you mean I’m not? You said there were posters”

“Well I lied. I think I might have stopped in the tavern that you used to work at. I overheard some men talking about a young girl called y/n who used to work there but has now started a life of crime. When I saw you trying to steal my stuff I could quite easily assume that was you” she said smirking at you. “So do you want to come on this journey with me then?” she asked with a gentle smile plastered on her face.

“I would love too” you said as you continued to sit in the Knight’s lap never wanting to leave from her safe grasp. Who would’ve known this woman would be the only person you needed for the rest of your life.

[lexa-griffins]

Omega Lexa is vacationing on a beach when she catches sight of Alpha Clarke exiting the water. Lexa's mouth is watering because Clarke's tiny trunks showing off her bulge leave little to the imagination. Lexa had never considered hooking up with an alpha before let alone in a public place

Lexa is an early beach goer. She hates the loud sounds of families and pups, of teen alphas who just came into their presentation and need to be loud about it, of omegas hiddin away because their bodies are starting to change and they arent sure about it. She loves the sound of the ocean and the feeling of the early morning sun on her face so she tries to get there when there isn't many people around.

And its exactly because there arent many people around that she catches a marvelous glimpse of the blonde alpha making her way out of the water.

Its like a damn porno really.

Lexa was not ready. This is her relaxing time. And here she is, no where near the water with her bikini bottoms absolutely soaked as she watches the alpha girl leave the water, the bikini bra fighting for its life agaisnt her chest, her tight trunks marking the clear definition of a well endowed alpha.

It's a vision for damn sure, Lexa has to admit. She dislikes alphas for the most part but she is still only human and only omega and her body reacts accordingly.

She sees her looking. Of course she does. There are so few people here this early that Lexa's dropped jaw and wandering eyes are clear to the girl as she walks towards her towel, dripping wet. She waves in Lexa's direction, a smirk on her face so obvious of someone who knows what she's packing. It immediately makes Lexa roll her eyes. And again when the girl appears next to her, unceremoniously letting herself sit at the bottom of Lexa's beach towel.

"This place is gorgeous this early in the morning, isn't it?"

Lexa is still pretending she wants nothing to do with the alpha. She stays quiet.

"Im rarely here this early to be honest."

Lexa stares to the side, focusing on the ocean water as the sky turns bluer and bluer.

"I saw you looking."

"So? Do you make yourself at home with every omega that stares your way?"

The woman smiles, and Lexa has to force herself not to smile back. She is annoyingly beautiful.

"Only the pretty ones." And then she gets closer to Lexa, a hand on her leg, "and hm, the ones that get clearly wet looking at me."

If Lexa had to number all the reasons she dislikes alphas, the girl's words would be at the top.

Lexa isnt sure how it happens. What string of events brought her to be sitting on the girl's, Clarke she has learned somewhere, lap, her bottoms to the side while the alpha’s dick is buried inside of her.

She moves slowly as the beach starts to fill up with people, luckily Lexa's favored place is still rather empty aside from the odd couple. Clarke has her head on her shoulder and her arms wrapped around her waist, from afar a lovers embrace instead of the two strangers fucking out in the open they really are.

Clarke's breathing is picking up as Lexa presses her ass down against her crotch, forcing Clarke's dick impossibly deep. She feels her clit throbbing for sttention but knows there is no way Clarke can reach it without looking suspicious, as she has tried and Lexa pushed her away.

It is when the loud noises of a group of teens getting ready for a beach soccer game catches the attention of the few people surrounding them that Clarke sneaks a hand between Lexa's legs, making her cum, bitting her lip so hard not to moan she is sure she's gonna draw blood. Clarke follows soon after as she forces Lexa down on her knot, making Lexa gasp as it enters her and Clarke fills Lexa with her cum.

"Oh shit." She hears Clarke whisper into her ear, "Shit."

Its only with Clarke's second "shit" the knotting part fully sinks into Lexa.

Mentally, that is.

Oh she hates alphas so much.

"Lexa , we're-"

"Yeah, i know"

So much for coming to the beach early to avoid people when now she is literally stuck here, with a stranger alpha's knot inside of her and the beach population increasing around her.

[citadelsanchez]

Hey there big fan of the blog, um, kinda sad request but could I get something with rick comforting reader who just had to put down their childhood dog? Just happened to me and it’s been a rough 24 hours, but also if it’s too sad or triggering for you please don’t feel bad

I'm so sorry to hear this. 🥺 I wasn't sure what gender the dog was so I just made him a boy, hope that's okay! And I hope this helps some.

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Bzzzzt.

Bzzzzzt.

Your phone vibrated in the sheets beside you as you stared blankly at the ceiling. You really couldn't care less who was texting you or why. Nothing felt real and hadn't for the past few days. Time moved in its daunting pace, but still you holed up in your four walls away from it.

Bzzzzzzt.

You glanced at the floor near the door and felt yourself choking up yet again, unable to even exist in your house without the memories. That's where he's supposed to be. How can the space just be so.... deafeningly empty?

One of your family members called out from the kitchen downstairs to let you know that dinner's ready if you're hungry, breaking your dissociated state. You wanted to go down there and join them. Make the effort because you know that you're not the only one suffering, but you can't bring your legs to move. The weight in your chest holds them down.

Another emotion strikes and swims in your head- guilt.

Your phone goes off and you grunt at the noise, letting it ring as you lay down on the bed and pull the covers over your body.

I've already told everyone what happened and that I needed some time to myself. That will have to be good enough. Whatever it is can wait, you think to yourself.

The ringtone plays again and you shove the phone under your pillow to muffle the sound. Tears begin to cascade from your eyes as you bury your head into the pillow, a particular memory playing in your head.

{"Go get em, squish!" You exclaim, extending your arm and tossing the red frisbee into the air in front of you. You watch as your dog bolts for the disc, bursting with excitement as his legs almost collapse from the speed. He leaps and nearly catches it, mouth hanging open as it falls to the ground instead. "WOOO! That's my boy," you beam as he rushes to drop it at your feet again.

You're sweating from head to toe, having been out in the city park for about an hour to get out of your noisy, dysfunctional house. Nothing about being a preteen is fun, but your companion coming along definitely improved your mood.

Sitting on the shady patch of grass near a tree, you guzzle water from your tumbler as you watch your dog lay at your feet in content.

"You know why I call you squish, right?" You ask the unsuspecting pup. Tongue hanging out, he begins wagging his tail as if prodding for your answer. "Cause I love to just SQUISH that face," you sing, rubbing his head and face before resting your head on his. He puts a paw up on your arm and you smile. "I love you too, boy."}

Once more, your phone rings. In frustration, you leave and go into your bathroom, deciding to at least wash your face since taking a shower was too much effort.

You get a towel to dry yourself when you suddenly notice a familiar face in the mirror behind you. Gasping a little in surprise, you turn to glare at the older man.

"Jesus, Rick. Who needs to knock when you can just spawn somewhere without warning?"

"Hey, n-not my fault that you didn't hear the poRTALL over the water running" he burps, tall frame looming over you as you both stood in the doorway.

"Besides, I gave several warnings. To which you ignored," he says, frowning now while holding his phone to indicate his calls and texts.

"Rick, I'm sorry, you know, I mean I've told you that I just needed some space" You look down now, feeling bleak and slightly embarrassed.

"Alright then. S-should've said it sooner" His hand reaches inside his pocket before detracting his portal gun and shooting a green orb into the air. He lightly grabs your arm and pulls you inside with him.

After the initial shudder, your eyes snap open to find Rick had transported you both to what appeared to be a rooftop with a tent placed in the center. Instead of the normal sky, however, there were an abundance of twinkling stars and faraway planets. All glowing blue, purple, green, yellow, pink like Christmas lights. Shooting stars were occasionally flying through the galaxy. To say you were fascinated was an understatement.

You turn now to look at him, smiling. "Oh, Rick, it's beautiful."

"Well I'm, uhh, glad you like it," he says, careful not to let any of his relief show. Of course he'd hoped you would.

You peer inside the draped white tent and find a large flat screen tv and blankets and pillows, along with food lined up. Looking closer, you stifle a laugh. "Shoney's, huh? Quite the addiction," you tease.

"Shut up, it's the best. Even though you claim to hate it, I scanned your taste palate."

"You're ridiculous."

You both sat in the tent, silent and watching the stars before he finally spoke again.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. He was a good dog."

You leaned your head over onto his shoulder, taking in all of his striking features against the bright sky. "It's okay. Thank you Rick."

He nods. "We all need space sometimes."

[14dyh]

hey how are u? can you write something for hange based on "fool for you" by zayn?

Tainted | H.Z.

Pairing: Hange Zoë x gn!reader Summary: You will do anything for Hange, however foolish and twisted may it be. Word count: 1.0k Content warning: blood, murder, injury A/N: hello anon, I'm doing great, hope you are as well :D sorry if this is too much angst for that song lmao

"I-I can't do this anymore..." You slumped back into the ground, the soft dirt and leaves crunching beneath your weight amongst the dark forest. 

The metallic sound of the shovel against rock and dirt ceased, and Hange turned to you. 

They dropped their shovel, kneeling in front of your dejected form as they wiped their hands off blood and dirt.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," they cooed, cradling you in their arms. "Sorry, you had to be this grimy because of that specimen. It definitely put up a struggle, huh?" A subtle lilt escaped their lips as they held you, you could feel them smiling. Your eyes remained shut close as tears slipped out. 

This has been going on for weeks. Gaining specimens one after the other, many failed attempts to get the solution right and even more trials to get to the accurate answers. Hange's experiment is near to its completion, but you know they won't stop from there.

There are still more to learn.

"It's the last specimen for tonight, my dear. We could take a bath together, then I'll take you to dinner. How does that sound?" They rubbed your back, their warm hands ghosting over the gooseflesh of your skin. 

It wasn't just a specimen, Hange. It was once human, you wanted to scream.

You both had to get up from the forest ground soon before insects came crawling at your bodies. It crossed your mind to drop everything and run, lock yourself somewhere, or go to the farthest city where Hange couldn't find you. You admitted your stupidity every time you saw a stray dried blood on your body even after you tried to scrub everything off. 

But you let your love win, you let them have their way and return your help by showering you with affectionate words and mounds of gifts. This is what you're exchanging your sanity for. 

Tonight was no different as Hange gently pulled you from the ground, almost carrying you back to their car because of how pale and shaken you were. 

Hange drove you home in silence, sometimes they would hum softly, looking at you and back on the road, acting as though this night was a usual Friday evening.  They did as promised, taking you to a warm bath, as they gently scrubbed the blood and dirt from you. 

“No more hunting specimens for the week, alright? What happened must have shaken you and I'm sorry...” They sounded apologetic this time but yet again, they always do, don't they?

Anyone who would look at Hange's heart and mind will know how much they love and value you over everything. Of how much they trust themself to you and how they feel safe in your hands. But they couldn't help their inclination to sinister experiments as all their thoughts would haunt them if ignored. All these thoughts cloud Hange's mind and override their empathy for their specimens, and sometimes even for you.

The next time, they tried to leave you out of it, concerned that you would get upset again. They let you sleep peacefully that night and kissed your forehead before leaving silently, careful not to wake you up. 

It was a rough night, and the specimen didn't hold back from making the night more difficult for Hange. Your absence brought them more misery. With no one to help them and control their temper, they gained a few injuries and scratches until the specimen was subdued. They buried it in silence, almost lightheaded from the struggle and blood dripping down their arm. 

They missed you. You and your temperate heart.

Hange managed to reach outside your door before slumping down the welcome rug. They fished out their phone and called you. When you picked up your phone in the middle of the night and heard their voice, you knew that something had gone wrong. They shrugged it off as a minor injury, just a little scratch, but as you cleaned all the blood and mud caked on their body, their condition only seemed to get worse. The tub was turning into a dark, murky pink. 

You bandaged and held them that night, wishing you were there to help back then despite your wishes. Knowing that Hange tried to keep you from their experiment so you wouldn't be upset only filled you with guilt. It was a foolish, tainted love and it hurts you at the same time it fills you with warmth. 

Conflicting, you would call it. 

It was a feeling brought out by the intensity of your love for them, and at the same time, your dislike for what you can do because of it. It wasn't a perfect love, you never wished it to be but it would've been better if you could keep your sanity throughout. Or perhaps lose your mind if that's the only way you would understand your lover. 

Your eyes shut close as you allow your thoughts to get absorbed into oblivion. Your arms couldn't pull away from them, they look so peaceful beneath your touch. This is the body and mind you learned to love despite everything. You could only squeeze your eyes shut as you held them tighter, thinking that you'd eventually get used to it. 

And you did. 

You persisted with a corrupted and bruised sanity, becoming their right hand in all their works. Their love and affection blinded you and upturned the morality you have left. Hands gloved with blood, skin forever crimsoned, you accepted each of their appreciative kisses, each thoughtful gift, and each warm hug on cold nights you were holding tears. You began to forget your heart and bore theirs as your own. Sometimes your reflection makes you jump, and the tap water never turns clear and always seems to bleed. Even the shower you both shared is stained with crimson. Your mind wanted to rip itself apart but your heart screamed to never falter. 

I’m grateful, my sweet, they would whisper, their body huddled to yours and for a moment, their sweet voice terrified you. You’re getting used to it now, don’t you?

[cyncerity]

um, how did Tommy meet ranboo in the epic au? Also how is the leaf/growth kingdom going v the decay/mold kingdom? What’s going on with ranboo?

ok, i was gonna just answer this with a normal answer, but here’s a story instead cause I really like how they met and wanted to start up the lore!! So I hope you like it!

tw: fear of death ig

Tommy was tired. He was tired of his shitty dad, his broken kingdom, and his horrible status as their practically bastard prince. He hated it all. He needed an escape, if just for a day. Somewhere where people didn’t freeze when they saw him, refusing to even look at him for fear of potentially angering a member of their royal family. Somewhere away from all the noise and obligation and far, far away from the kingdom he’d grown to hate that he’ll someday be forced to lead.

In retrospect, the Bogs may not have been the best option.

He trudged through the thick mud, tripping up on roots almost every other step, feet plastered with clay and weighing him down with every step. He panted and wiped the sweat from his brows, adrenaline the only thing keeping him from feeling the cold air around him. Yeah, definitely not the best option.

At first he’d been glad to get out of the harsh sun that seemed to shine fucking constantly in his forest, but past the border of the Bogs, there was nothing. Seriously, literally fucking nothing. He’d seen this area from afar before, known that this land was filled with nothing but rot and darkness, but fucking lord he didn’t think it would be this bad. Maybe there was a reason this place was illegal to enter.

Other than it’s, y’know, horrifying murderous residents.

That was the only real reason Tommy had thought it would be a bad idea to come here. No sun? Fine. Lots of mud? Sure, he can handle that. Terrifying creatures of rot that have been at odds with his own species for practically as long as he’s been alive and who his kingdom had fought one of the most brutal wars either side have ever fought with? Eh, best 2 out of 3.

In reality, that…really didn’t seem to be a problem. He hadn’t seen a boggin the entire time he’s been here. Hell, he hadn’t seen any sign that this section of the first was even lived in. At first he was afraid that meant an ambush could be coming, but at this point he’d take a potential kidnapping if it meant he’d get off his feet for a minute.

He wasn’t entirely sure how long he dragged himself through the mud, it had to have been the majority of the day at that point, but he eventually found a big enough log that led out of the mud and near to a tree with a decent sized hole in it. He could have cried in relief.

He hauled himself onto it, having to relent to crawling since he could no longer stand. He made his was across and collapsed into the hollowed out trunk, limbs shaking from exhaustion. He was…so fucking tired. He was sure that the second he stopped shaking, his adrenaline would wear off and the chill of the forest would return, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to pass out before or after then. God, would he have the strength to get back up if he passed out? How long has it been since he saw the sun, since he had any energy?

After only a few minutes, he’d been left practically paralyzed. He couldn’t lift his limbs and his eyelids were growing heavier by the second. He was helpless. He…he would die there, and no one would ever know what happened. Maybe the boggins would be kind enough to bury his body, though he doubted it. He’d just be another leafman lost in this dull, dead part of the forest, just like his m-

He was snapped out of his thoughts as he felt a gust of air on his face, growling steadily heavier until it was strong enough to push back the petals on his head. He heard strong, loud wing beats, and through his barely opened eyes he could see a giant bird (bigger than any bird he saw back at home, anyway) landing on the log he used to get to the tree. Was he about to be eaten? God, why couldn’t he have passed out before he was mauled by a bird?

Instead, though, he saw a blurry figure hastily leap off the bird and run up to him. He couldn’t make out many details, but they were…dull. They matched their surroundings almost perfectly, muted tones of brown in their clothes and purple in their skin. The only off bit was their jacket, which seemed to be made of two contrasting fur tones, black on one side and white on the other.

“Oh shit, oh my god,” He heard them mumble as they moved closer, kneeling to the ground next to Tommy, taking him in their arms. They were…big. That was the next bit Tommy realized. Not huge, but noticeably a lot bigger than him, or anyone he’d met. Maybe only by a head or two, but even their hands were the size of Tommy’s chest. And even being so close to him now, Tommy’s vision had blurred enough that he couldn’t make out much of the rest of them. The stranger felt around under his chin and around his wrist, pressing down as their breathing started to grown frantic. “Oh god, ok, ok…” they said, trying to calm themselves down before tapping Tommy’s face. “I need a sign you’re still alive, if you can hear me at all. Can you give me a sign?”

Tommy was never usually one to take orders, but this seemed kind of important. Fuck stranger danger, this person was his only hope and he didn’t want to die here. He hated his dad, he hated his kingdom, he hated his future, but he didn’t hate his life. He had things to do, he had to grow and learn and be better. He had to practice magic to keep the forest balanced and safe, he was supposed to learn hand-to-hand combat with Techno, he was supposed to hang out with Tubbo tomorrow and help him with his shop, he couldn’t die.

He tried his best to muster any movement at all, anything to show his good samaritan that he was alive and needed help, that he wasn’t just a corpse to be left behind, but nothing. Not a twitch, a wink, nothing. The stranger above him sat patiently waiting for a sign that Tommy couldn’t give them, and he wasn’t sure how patient this person was. He wasn’t sure when they would give up and leave him to die. This couldn’t be happening. He had the chance to live, but his stupid fucking body couldn’t move without energy, and the sun was well hidden by the fucking bog trees. “oh god, you can’t be dead…” he heard the stranger whisper, voice quivering like they were about to cry as the arms around him started to shake.

Oh, like fucking hell he was dead.

Somehow, miraculously, he tapped into something as he barely managed to twitch a finger against the ground of the rotting tree. He heard the stranger gasp as a small vine pushed out of the ground, one that would have been imperceptible in his home forest but seemed to almost glow in its current dim brown surroundings. “Was…was that you…?” the stranger asked quietly, almost disbelievingly as the grip around Tommy grew slightly tighter. The vine wrapped itself around their ankle. ‘I’m alive. Help me, I’m alive.’ Tommy thought desperately.

Maybe through dumb luck, or telepathy (probably not but hey Tommy lived in a world of magic, he couldn’t be sure ), or a rare act of kindness from the universe, the stranger hooked their arms under Tommy and carried him out of the tree.

“Enderchest!! Over here, girl!” He heard yelled as the wing beats grew louder again. The blurry figure of the bird from earlier came closer and Tommy felt himself be set on the bird’s back as the stranger sat behind him, hoisting his body against him with one arm and grabbing a rope around the bird’s head with the other, flicking it as the bird took off into the sky. The petals on Tommy’s head subconsciously moved to shield his head from the harsh wind as the bird flew up, seemingly knowing exactly where to go. Tommy wasn’t exactly sure what was going on, only seeing the world in a blur of greys blacks and browns until suddenly he saw a blinding light. He felt warm, he felt heat hit his skin and almost immediately started feeling better. The harsh wind slowed as the bird picked a branch to land on above the treetops, still in direct sunlight. Tommy felt himself get lifted and leaned up against the trunk of the tree they were on as the stranger went back to the bird for a second, leaving Tommy to finally have the strength to open his eyes again.

Looking around, he was very high up. There were very few other other branches in the bog trees that could see the light. He felt the tree behind him and tried to put his weight on it so he could stand, but stumbled when his hand didn’t meet the solid wood he was expecting. He turned to see that the entryway was made of strings of wood beads that his hazy vision had mistaken to be part of the rest of the tree, and the inside was hallowed out and seemed oddly cozy and lived in.

“You ok?” He heard, and he quickly whipped around to see the stranger taking something from a small pouch sewn into the saddle of their bird, which Tommy now recognized as a Raven. He was a bit more concerned with the stranger, though.

As they walked back up to him, Tommy finally took notice of the sharp points on their arms, legs, and shoulders. He finally noticed the pointed ears, pointed teeth, almost disproportionate limbs, muted skin and frankly absurd amount of furs and bone jewelry.

He’d been rescued by a boggin.

‘Of course they’re a boggin’, he realized, ‘i’m in boggin territory, if anything would find me it’d be a fuckin boggin.’ Why were they being nice? Was it to make a false sense of security? They’d seemed so genuine when they first found him, but why would they actually want to help him? They’re enemies, boggins murder leafmen for fun, they’re crazy and dangerous, that’s why the Bogs were off limits-

Tommy froze as they came closer and kneeled in front of him, holding out a small canteen and smiling gently, if not somewhat awkwardly. Tommy hesitantly reached out and took it, undoing the cap and smelling it. Water, even still somehow cold and fresh. He momentarily forgot that he was in the presence of the enemy as he greedily drank it down, almost crying from relief as he felt himself grow stronger again but refusing to waste any of his hydration on things as useless as tears. The stranger sat smiling until Tommy hesitantly handed it back. “…thank you.” He mumbled, and the stranger nodded as they walked it back to their bird. “I have more if you want another?” “I’m good, thanks.” Tommy said, trying to remember any lessons Techno had taught him on manners and what he called “basic civil decency.” No one could say Tommy wasn’t raised to be polite (not to say he was, but he was certainly raised to be).

They seemed to be at kind of a standstill, Tommy refusing to start any sort of conversation for fear of potentially insulting someone that could definitely kill him if they wanted, and the stranger just kind of mindlessly fiddling with the straps on their bird to make it seem like they were doing something. Great. God, Tommy hated silence. Apparently, the stranger did, too.

“I’m glad you’re not dead.” They said, still not looking back at Tommy. “…why?” He couldn’t help but ask, immediately regretting it as the stranger turned to stare at him with a look of shock and confusion. “what??” they asked, and Tommy shrunk back on himself. “It’s just…y’know..you know what I am, right? I- I’m not…” “A boggin?” They finished, coming closer again. “Yeah, obviously. You’re from the bright side.” “The bright side?” The boggin nodded. “That’s what we call your side of the forest. You’re a leafman, right? I’ve never met one of you before, or gone to the bright side. And I’m guessing you’d never been to our side, either.” Tommy sighed. “How could you tell?” “I found you on the ground caked in mud. There’s a reason we all either live in the trees or underground; the forest floor here is a deathtrap. You’re lucky you didn’t run into a bobcat or something. Actually, i’m not sure if they’d even be interested in you since you’re a plant and they’re carnivores, so…” they continued on prattling as Tommy made the connection. Ah, so that’s why the forest looked so uninhabited and no one saw him. Everyone just knew to stay off the ground.

“So how did you find me?” Tommy interrupted, and Ranboo laughed. “Dude, everything here is either brown, black, or dead. You stick out like a sore thumb, I could see the green in your leaves from a mile in the air.” Tommy chuckled at that. That must’ve been quite the sight to see; a bright colored random leafman trudging through a dead forest. He might as well have had a giant glowing sign that said ‘I don’t belong here come and kill me!’ The stranger’s face brightened as Tommy laughed, and they took a few more steps towards Tommy before stopping. Tommy looked up at them. They seemed…nervous. Scared? He wasn’t sure, but what the hell, they hadn’t tried to kill him yet. Tommy smiled back at them and scooted over on the branch, patting the spot next to him. The stranger grinned and sat next to him, both of them just sitting in comfortable silence for a minute.

“You know…I was kinda scared to go and help you, as awful as that sounds.” They sighed, and, wow, did that catch Tommy’s attention. “What? Why??” “Cause…I don’t know, I didn’t know if you were hurt or just stopping to rest, and I didn’t want to mess with you if you were ok, cause…” they shrugged, looking away. “But I saw you stop moving entirely and realized you were in trouble, even if I could get hurt I couldn’t leave you to die.” Tommy was only more confused. “‘Cause??’ Cause why?” “Cause you’re a leafman! I mean, you guys kill our kind for no reason. We’re practically mortal enemies!” Tommy paused. He looked the stranger dead in the eyes and saw them shrink back slightly.

Oh, they were being serious. They were actually, genuinely scared of him.

It was quiet for all of two more seconds before Tommy began laughing hysterically, the sudden noise making the stranger flinch back. “Oh..oh my god, man, you’ve gotta be shitting me, that’s…” Tommy laughed, wiping stray tears from his eyes. “You’ll never believe this, but I was thinking the same thing.” He said as he saw their eyes widen. “I came to up here and I thought you might try and push me off the tree cause you’re just homicidal or something, i don’t know.” “Me?? Do I look homicidal?” They asked, a smile tugging at their lips. Tommy grinned. “I don’t know! Do I?” “I mean, I guess not really. You’re not the horror story I was told, you’re too scrawny for that.” Tommy fake scoffed in offense. “Well, I’ll have you know that you aren’t quite the bloodthirsty monster I was told about either.” “This not-so bloodthirsty monster has a name, y’know.” They smirked.

”Noooo,” Tommy drawled out sarcastically. “I thought that names were just a leafmen thing.” He finished before smiling and sticking a hand out. “Tommy. Sorry I didn’t introduce myself earlier, as you’ve probably realized by now, manners aren’t really my thing. That, and I thought I was going to fucking die so it wasn’t really the first thing on my mind.” His hopefully-new-friend chuckled, grabbing it and shaking gently, given that Tommy’s whole hand could fit in their palm twice over. “Ranboo. I’m glad I got to meet you before you succumbed to your lack of sunlight or…whatever happened to you, you’re fun. I don’t..uh….I don’t have many friends.”

“Well, then, I guess that just means I don’t have competition in becoming your best friend.” Tommy said with a tone of finality, standing and reaching a hand down to the boggin, who took it, wide eyes staring up at Tommy. “You mean it?” they said, the hope eminent in their voice. “I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t, bossman. Plus, I, uh…don’t have many friends myself.” “Ah, I couldn’t possibly see why, you’re just so charming.” Ranboo responded sarcastically, and Tommy could barely pretend to be offended past the smile plastered on his face. Finally, someone who understood his sense on humor. “Bitch, I will have you know that I am an absolute pleasure t-“ Ranboo interrupted him by pulling him into a hug, one Tommy had no problem reciprocating. Eventually, they pulled away, eyes glassy with what Tommy hoped were tears of joy. He kinda wanted to make a joke about it, but he was ninety percent sure he looked the same, so he really wasn’t one to talk. “Thanks, that..that means a lot to me. But you probably wanna go home.” Ranboo finished as he called over his raven, who perched closer and leaned down so Ranboo could get on.

Tommy sighed. “Yeah, my dads probably already got a search party or six out looking for me, but I’ll be fine. Besides, I can’t leave without knowing where to see you again! You think you can meet me at the north bog border sundown tomorrow?” Ranboo smiled, sharp teeth on full display but no longer threatening. “Sounds perfect.” They said, holding a hand out to Tommy as they helped him climb on the bird. “So, tell me about the bright side? I only get glimpses of sun when I come up to my nook here.” Ranboo jerked his head to the beaded entrance of the tree. “I’ve always wanted to go over there, but I’m a little afraid of getting attacked. I wanna know everything.” “Oh, buckle in, my friend,” Tommy said, laughing and gripping the rope in front of him, “it’s a long way back home and I have a lot to complain about-“

~~~

“…So you have to make sure to be on your absolute best behavior. Stay right by my side, don’t-“ “‘Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.’ Right, got it, old man.” Tommy replied to his father in a mocking sarcastic voice. Phil glared at him before looking back up to Techno, who nodded without even looking back. They’d done this whole charade plenty of times; Tommy ignored his dad and Techno was left to make sure he didnt hurt himself. Honestly, Phil used him as more of a babysitter than the actual trained guard he was. Tommy actually felt a little bad for him.

They continued their way through the bogs on a higher path through the underground tunnels since apparently Phil knew the “don’t walk on the forest ground” rules. Lucky bitch. Unluckily for Tommy, they were there on some official royal business shit. Something about knowing how to handle “those freaks” (as his father had put it) once he became king.

“I mean it, Tommy. This is important. We want to keep our people safe from these creatures, but they need to see that fucking with us is a bad idea. If they think we’re weak, we’ll all be killed. All these monsters want is the death of our world, do you want that?” Tommy sighed. Jeez, could his father be any more dramatic? Every word out of his mouth was harder and harder to believe by the day now that he knew Ranboo. The two of them hung out constantly, usually at the treetop nook since it was concealed well, and Ranboo was nothing like what his dad had said. And Ranboo assured Tommy that he was nothing like he had been taught, either. Still, though, Tommy had to keep up his mask. “No, I don’t want that.” He mumbled, facing down. “But maybe calling them ‘creatures’ and ‘monsters’ in their own turf isn’t the greatest idea, either.”

“Ah, so that’s what you call us behind our backs, then, is it?” He heard a voice call out from the opened area of the tunnel in front of him. He saw his father stiffen and his face harden, the same expression he wore for every meeting and decision he made. Tommy was pushed back by Techno, who used himself as a shield between him and the newcomer.

They were clearly a boggin, tall yet slightly shorter than Ranboo, but the small spikes Ranboo had were nothing compared to the quills that lined their limbs. Their skin, what little they could see of it under a scaly cloak made of snake skin and the leather armor under it, was a desaturated grey-ish green. Their face was covered in a similar armor-like plate on the lower half with bones sewn into it in a curve reminiscent of a smile, and the cloak had a hood that fell over his head; the head of the snake with the jaw still intact, lining the top of his head and their collarbone with dagger like fangs. Above the mask, Tommy could see the remnants of a massive scar that gashed through the left side of their face down through the right, though it clearly continued behind the mask. This, this was their king. This was the guy his dad and Techno had warned him about, this was the bloodthirsty ruler of the Bogs. This was Dream.

They looked absolutely horrifying, but surprised Tommy when their eyes quirked up in what had to be a smile and they simply bowed to his father. “King Philza, your majesty.” Which immediately struck him as odd, but he assumed it was a royalty thing. He went to return the gesture and bow, but was elbowed harshly in the chest by his father. Phil glared at him momentarily before turning back to Dream. “…let’s just get this over with.” He said before walking past him and into the open area.

“…Techno! You seem to be doing well!” Dream said awkwardly as Techno went to follow Phil past the boggin. “And you still look decrepit. That scar still giving you a hard time, or does it look any better under that mask?” “Well sorry that not all of us grow back when they’re cut down.” Dream replied coldly. Techno simply shrugged and motioned for Tommy to walk past as well.

“Ah, you’re new! What’s your name?” Dream asked, and Tommy stopped. He…honestly felt bad. This guy was trying to be a good host, and his dad and Techno were being dicks to him. Godammit they were in his house! Weren’t there, like, hospitality rules or some shit? If someone walked into his home talking like that, Phil would have kicked them out before they even got in! Fucking hypocrite. Couldn’t they at least try to be a little nicer than normal? “I’m-“ “None of your concern, boggin.” Techno interrupted, coming back to grab Tommy by the wrist and drag him away. Oh, fuck this, Tommy had had enough.

He pulled away harshly from Techno’s hand and held it out to Dream. “I’m Tommy, the prince, Phil’s son. It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.” Tommy watched Dream’s eyes widen in shock, but he felt eyes burning into the back of his head. He glanced back and, oh god, if looks could kill, Tommy would be a dead man. Phil looked absolutely murderous, and even slightly horrified at Tommy’s normal display of courtesy. Honest to god, it was just a handshake! What’s the worst that could-

It was only then that he remembered one crucial detail about the royal boggin family: just as the royal leafmen could control the life in the forest, the boggins could control death, and with that, rot. Any simple contact could kill anything, and more importantly for this particular matter, him.

Ok, maybe Tommy fucked up a little.

But to his surprise, Dream gingerly took his hand and shook it (he ignored how he heard Techno’s breath catch), eyes bright with joy. “Please, no need for the formalities, just call me Dream, kid.” He said, letting go of Tommy’s hand, and he couldn’t help but smile that Dream seemed to like him. “Let me guess, here on royal bullshit? Gotta learn how to negotiate and stuff?” Tommy nodded, “It’ll be my job someday, better learn how to get good at it now.” “Well, I like the confidence! How old even are you?” “Uh, I just turned 17.” “No way! I have a younger sibling that’s your age! I’ve only been in power for about a decade, so they’ve still got some time before they’re crowned since i’m not an old bat just yet,” Dream paused only briefly and Tommy fought the urge to laugh out loud at Phil’s offended gasp, “but you should totally meet them! Hold on, I’ll run and grab him!”

Dream held a finger up as he ran to a different section of the tunnels, and Tommy could only hope that he’d be back soon since Phil was glaring daggers at him and Techo’s head was just in his hands. Yeah, this would be a fun talk when he got home. Thankfully, Dream stepped into the room only slightly panting from his apparent sprint through his tunnels, the figure behind him shrouded in darkness from the section of the tunnel Dream had come from.

“Alrighty, King Philza, Tommy…” his eyes stalled at Techno, “bitch,” he continued before Techno had any time to interrupt, “I’d like you all to meet my little brother and our prince…”

The figure stepped into the light and Tommy made eye contact with them, freezing immediately, recognizing them. How could he not, they had been hanging out together in secret for months! They were his best friend! They were barely out of the tunnel before they froze as well, eyes locked onto Tommy, clearly recognizing him, as well.

Oh shit.

“…Ranboo!”

Not a move was made as they both tried to process what they were seeing. Ranboo had never told him they were a prince! To be fair though, Tommy hadn’t brought it up much, either. He hadn’t wanted Ranboo to treat him differently since he was royalty, but they probably felt the same way.

They were fucked, weren’t they?