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First Impressions
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mockerycrow · 1 year
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Love your works! May I please get a "don't worry, i'm not going anywhere." with Ghost? Take your time, I love what you write!
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—“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”— With Ghost
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Summary: You’re apart of the 141 and Ghost recently had a near-death experience. You’ve been plagued with nightmares about the situation, but you try to hide it from him, feeling selfish about your night terrors. One night, you’re thoroughly convinced Ghost had actually died.
A/N: THANK YOUUU I KEEP BLUSHING ILY AND TYSM FOR 500 FOLLOWERS
[WARNINGS: vomit, detailed nightmares, panic attack, gore, fake-death, angst, hurt/comfort.]
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It was always the same nightmare. It was a repeat of that one mission months ago—nearly a year ago by now, where you and your team went to grab some important intel about a new uprising cartel that was showing some dangerous potential. It was a large compound, four floors including the basement, wide rooms with many blind-spots. Using your rifle equipped with a heat signature sensor, you swept room to room, leading your team through the building, putting anyone down who dared fired a bullet at you or your team.
You turn that familiar corner and your heart sinks. You’ve tried many times to change the course of this dream, but no matter how frantically you try to scream about what is waiting on the other side of that door, your mouth refuses to work until Ghost rumbles out, “I’ll take point.” You try to fight every muscle in your body to stop this, but it’s like the dream freezes until you continue down the.. “right path”. Quite literally is a living fucking hell for you, and there’s absolutely nothing you can do to stop it except do what it wants you to do.
“Roger.” You mutter, backing up behind Ghost instead of staying in front of him and leading him the others. The others are always blank faced soldiers in this nightmare, but you know who is who. You pat his shoulder, aimming over him as you walk down the hall close together, hugging the wall. You’ve been through this so many times, you know to eye the floor and you watch the moment happen—Ghost steps on a pressure plate and—BOOM.
You’re always forced to watch it in slow motion; the wall being blown open right next to Ghost, watching the debris scatter everywhere, scraping yourself up as well as Ghost. He raises his arm to shield his face from whatever is happening, unable to process in time that a man wielding a sharp combat knife is pulling his arm back and comes down with it.
You watch the way the knife so easily slides into his rib cage, and it’s almost like you could hear it penetrating his lung like it did—but this time, the man rips the knife out and does it again and again and again—this has never happened before—Ghost’s falling to the ground, his blood splattering everywhere, fuck, it’s like the guy is trying to gut him—but you can’t move. You have to sit there and watch this man. plunge a knife in and out of Ghost’s chest until he finally decides to stab him deep and yank downwards, spilling his intestines and stomach—yet, his lifeless eyes keep eye contact the entire time.
Your eyes fly open, dizzy from your heart pounding and unable to focus, you throw the blanket off of you and you make your way out of whatever room you’re in—you’re too freaked out to know. Your chest aches and feels like there’s a hundred tons sitting on your rib cage, restricting your breathing. You keep walking until you bump into something and you manage to focus enough to notice it’s the bathroom door. Your hand shakily grabs the doorknob and opens it, and you already feel the vomit traveling up your throat.
You end up bent over the open toilet, body heaving with every exile of the contents of your stomach, which by this time of night is mostly just bile. Your head is spinning and your hands keep shaking and by this point, you really don’t care how clean this bathroom is. You lean your elbows on the toilet rim and hold your head in your hands, trying your best to stifle a sob, even though all you can smell and feel is his blood on your fingertips. Your tears drip down your cheeks and collect at your chin before dripping off.
You keep one arm on the toilet seat to keep your head propped up and the other goes around your stomach, which is twisting painfully inside of your gut, ripping another sob from you. You gag into the toilet, but you’ve already thrown everything you had inside. Your throat and nose burns from the stomach acid, but it doesn’t compare to the emotional pain of losing Ghost. You just stood there and watched him get gutted—why do you deserve to grieve when you could have prevented it in the first place? Someone killed the Ghost, and you let it fucking happen.
A large hand sprawls across the flat of your back which is accompanied by a low, gritty voice. Whoever it is says something, but you don’t quite hear them. It’s probably Price, trying to comfort you, trying to say there’s one thing you could’ve done to stop it, but you know there was something you could do, anything you could’ve done.
Price calls your name and you go to shove him away, but his hands wrap around your wrists, and the voice is more insistent. You choke on a sob and shake your head, struggling against him until you hear it—his voice. “Fuck, [Name], can you hear me?” Ghost’s voice. It’s his voice.
No. Your mind is playing tricks on you and you won’t fall for it, you won’t let yourself go through this horrendous grief for a second time. You try to curl up into a ball, wanting to grab at your hair or your clothes, just anything but be here. “Look at me.” His hands grab your face and force your face to look at him and..
It’s him. It’s Ghost.
All of your noises stop for a moment as you stare with wide eyes that are full of unfallen tears, eyes full of grief, all for him. Ghost stares back at you with uncharacteristically wide eyes, and you can see the way his hands are slightly trembling—he’s worried about you. Ghost’s eyebrows furrow when he sees your expression of anguish. “Hey—hey, what happened?” Ghost’s voice is so quiet, like he’s afraid you’ll break if he speaks any louder. Your hands come up to his mask and touch it and you burst into a harsh sob again, throwing your arms around him.
Usually, Ghost would hesitate. He would be reluctant to reciprocate such personal touch, such desperation, but he pulls you close into his arms without a second thought. Your hands grab his shirt and you breakdown into his chest, wetting the fabric with your tears. His heart slipped a beat because he’s never seen you like this—has never seen you break down this horribly.
He’d be here when you were ready to talk about it, but for now he’ll stay to hold you until your shoulders stop shaking. Ghost moves to sit on his bottom and you whimper in fear, like he’ll leave. “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”
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surielstea · 3 months
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So Soaked
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Pairing: Azriel x Fem!Reader
Summary: Reader washes Az’s wings but goes too far when teasing him.
Warnings: 18+ | Minors DNI | Smut | p in v | overstimulation | praise kink | use of pet names (baby/love) | dom!azriel | sub!reader | slight wing play | shadow play | nipple play | forced orgasm |
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A/N: This kinda got out of hand I wasn’t expecting it to go this far but I think I like it?? I hope you like it! 😭💙
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A bundle of wings and shadows practically crashed down onto my balcony. I startled from across the room and rushed towards the glass door. It was rare my mate didn't make a graceful entrance, much less crashed. Which meant he was either half asleep or hurt, I prayed to the cauldron it wasn't the latter. I quickly slid open the door and was met with a very tired Azriel.
"Hey," I say to him from the warmth of our home, the biting cold he still stood in didn't dare try to breeze in. "Hi." He utters softly, looking into my eyes with his swirling hazel ones. Something like exhaustion roamed there. It's been two days and three nights since I've seen him, to say I missed him is an understatement. "Are you hurt?" I scan his body for injuries but don't spot any blood, just dirty leather. "No." He shakes his head. A small smile tugs at my lips and I pull him inside by the collar of his uniform. "Thank the gods you're okay." I wrap my arms around him and hold him close like he might slip away again. "I was only in the autumn court," He scoffs as if danger doesn't exist there. "Too far." I shake my head and I squeeze him tighter, being careful of his wings. I didn't care that the mud on his clothes was now sticking to me, I just cared that I was in his arms again. "I'm telling Rhys that overnight missions are banned." I assert and Azriel presses a hard kiss to my forehead. I smile against the familiarity of it, sending a wave of love through the bond. He seems to like the reaction, because then he begins to peck all the way down my face to my jaw.
I giggle as he dips down onto the exposed column of my throat, his hands roaming all over my body until resting at my hips. My breath hitched as he nips at a sensitive part of my neck, then sucks on the area to soothe it. My hand goes into his hair and I tug at it, pulling him away. "You're tired." I muse, knowing he won't rest unless I told him it was okay to. "I missed you." He shakes his head and continues kissing the area. "Az," I reprimand and pull him back again. He looks at me with a forking frown. "When was the last time you slept?" I raise a brow. He avoids my gaze, looking over to the bed we shared. "It's hard for me to sleep without you nowadays." He scratched the side of his neck shyly and a saddened smile tugs at my lips. "You need to take care of yourself." I say as he reluctantly loosens his hold on my hips.
He nods and walks over to the pristine ivory sheets. I wince as I look at how muddied his leathers are. "Az." I call before he can make contact with the clean bedding. His ears perk up and he looks to me. "Why don't we take a bath first?" I step closer to him. "I'm tired love, I'll do it in the morning." He reassured and I grab his hands before he can reach for the comforter. "I'll wash your wings." I tempt and his hazel eyes practically glow golden at the idea, I know from that look that I've got him hooked. "C'mon." I rub my thumbs over the back of his palms as I pull him towards our shared bathroom.
He follows me without hesitation as I lead him into the bathing chamber. Upon entering I notice the tub already full and gleaming with a thick layer of bubbles as well as only a few candles lighting the area. I silently thank The House and walk over to the shelves filled with soaps and oils. "You don't actually have to wash them," Azriel hums as he works on tugging his leathers off. "I like to, it relaxes me." I brush him off as I pile bottles into my arms then freeze. "Unless you don't want me to?" I look over to his topless figure as he begins on the ties of his pants. "No," His head shoots up to look at me. "I want you to." He had wide eyes to stress his point and I smiled, lining all of the bottles I picked out on the edge of the steaming tub.
The bath was large, much more of a pool due to the fact that it needed to fit Azriel's wings and he had the largest pair to my knowledge. It faced a wall of windows that peered out toward the night sky and all of its beauty, stars twinkling with a familiar shimmer making me release a long and content sigh. The room smelt of citrus soaps and vanilla scented candles.
Azriel steps into the basin and submerges himself fully, groaning as the hot water spread along his wings. I smile and round him as he sits back against a wall. With a sponge I begin to clean his shoulder that was awfully knotted beneath my touch. "What are you doing?" He leans his head back to look at me from upside down. I smile. "I'm taking care of you." I brush a lock of dark hair from his face. "No, I mean why aren't you in here with me?" He raises a brow and my smile widens. "I already washed today." I argue but the way he was looking at me could have convinced me alone. "It's past midnight." His tone is nothing short of arrogance. He had little persuading to do before I was stripping off my nightgown and joining him in the steaming water.
He grins and pulls me forward by my waist, water splashing upward as he crashes his lips down onto mine. "Entire days. How did I ever survive entire days without you?" His forehead rests against mine and I giggle, pecking his lips. He doesn't seem to settle for the small kiss so he sets his mouth against mine and conveys his love in that action. My wet hands go into his tangled hair as my body presses against his. It's been far too long since having his lips on mine, I managed to forget how perfect it felt.
"Okay let me wash you or we'll never leave this tub." I mutter, placing my palm flat on his chest and pushing him away. Begrudgingly he allowed me to. "I promise you can kiss me all you want when I'm finished." I peck his cheek and he his hands come to my waist, pulling me onto his lap in a fluid motion, having me straddle his hips. I grabbed a small vial of soap made especially for his wings, then poured a hefty dollop onto my hand. "Can I touch?" My eyes flick up to meet his. I was sure of his answer but I always asked. "Of course." He leans forward and kisses the corner of my lips before resting his chin against my shoulder, flaring his wings for my reach.
I began to lather soap on the top of his right wing, wiping down any grime with a washcloth and watching as it disappeared with ease. His wings were sacred to him more so than the other Illyrians but he's never forbade me from touching them. Not once has he ever said I couldn't lay a finger on them.
When I finished washing the boniest points I discarded my cloth, knowing my own hand would be much more gentle and steady. I lathered my hands in oils and serums before hesitantly running my fingers down the membrane. He shifted with a low grunt but I continued my ministrations, secretly enjoying the way his cheeks heated and his hips adjusting as if I couldn't feel him hardening beneath me.
He allowed a full on groan to slip from his lips as I worked on a certain area of his wing, right where a center vein ran down the membrane. I was beyond gentle with my hand, but did let a soft laugh slip when I felt his member press into me. "If you keep that up I can't promise I'll be able to hold back." He grunts out and a feline smile curls my lips. "Thought you were tired?" I taunt, stroking the area again. His fingers dig into my hips and my grin widens. I lean back, ghosting my lips over his before pulling away with another giggle. He doesn't seem to like that very much because his grip tightens and he pushes me back against the wall of the tub, sending me flush into it. "You're in no place to tease," He grits out in that commanding voice of his he knew I loved so much. His lips crash against mine before abruptly pulling away. "Are you capable of remembering that or do I need to fuck it into you?" His teeth graze over my lips and my breath hitched. "I can remember." My voice is a pitiful whimper. He places one more kiss to my mouth, his tongue breaking my lips open before laying claim to any place it could reach.
My arms wrap around the back of his neck and I pull him closer, arching up against him, the peaks of my breasts pressing against his chest as I did so. His touch leaves my hips, a scarred hand settling at my waist while the other passes my ribs and roughly grips my breast. His callouses scrape my soft skin, pulling a moan from my lips in doing so.
His thumb flicks over my hardened nipple at the sound, he smiles against my lips before granting me another opened mouth kiss. "I want you." I pant out in a needy whimper and he pulls away from our heated kiss, my glazed over eyes pleading as I look up at him. "Do you now?" He hums and I nod pathetically. "Want your hand," I mumble and he wickedly grins, the hand on my hip slowly inching down, lower and lower and lower.
"You'll be good?" He arches a brow. "Mhm." I nod again. With my response two of his large fingers slide through my folds. I sigh in disbelief at how good it felt, so much better than my own hand and he's barely touched me. His thumb brushed over my clit and I clench around nothing. "Az," I whimper and he circles my entrance with one of his fingers, the sensation making me throw my head back. "Look at me." He demands. "I want to see those pretty eyes when you're moaning my name." He purrs and my brows crease, I muster up the confidence to lock my gaze with his, hazel eyes glowing golden with lust as he slowly enters a long, thick, finger.
I bite into my lower lip at the foreign stretch, mouth watering as he circled over my clit again. "You okay baby?" He asks and I nod, desperate for more. He gets the hint and with the next thrust of his finger he adds another. My breath hitched as I feel the way the texture of his scars rubs against my walls, adding so much more pleasure. "Fuck, Azriel." I cry out and he quickens his pace, finger-fucking me faster and harder.
"Your scars." I moan out and his hand freezes, then slowly retracts. "Sorry." He mutters with solemn eyes. "No!" I grab his wrist and force his fingers back into my cunt, a small whimper releasing from my lips as I do so. "Feels so fucking good." I reassure. "Only your hands makes me feel like this." I mumble out to the best of my abilities. "I love it." A smirk curves my lips and he regains confidence, pumping in and out of my pussy. His thumb returns to my clit as shadows wrap around my torso, cold tendrils traveling up until they're on my breasts and tightly swirling over my nipples. I gasp at the unfamiliar feeling, pinching and suctioning on the hardened peaks making me cry out.
"Az, s'too much I'm gonna—" I begin, grinding my hips onto his hand as he rubs harsh and tight circles on my clit. "Gonna cum." I murmur out and a feline smile graces his expression. "Go ahead baby." He allows and that's all I need to hear before my first orgasm of the night tears through me and my legs shake around his hand with the action. "So worked up from only my fingers, how will you ever take my cock?" He arches a brow as I slowly come down from my high, pussy fluttering around his hand.
"I can," I whine as he takes out his fingers and I'm left to my own devices. "I promise Az, I can." My whimper is below pitiful and pure passion glints in his eyes. "Be a good girl and turn around for me then." He demands with that powerful voice. I clench my thighs together but does as he says, propping my elbows on the edge of the basin as his hands return back to my hips.
He places a kiss at the top of my spine and I arch as an automated response, grinding down onto nothing in need of friction. I feel his lips curve into a smile and he guides my hips up. I release a soft sigh as his other hand goes into my hair and he pushes me flat against the cold counter made for holding soaps and candles.
He leans down, his chest flush against my back and he places a gentle kiss to my shoulder blade. The head of his cock slides through my folds with an embarrassing ease. "That's not just water is it love?" He hums and I shake my head no. I let out a soft moan as his tip rubs against my clit with a stimulating pressure. "I want you," I whine, my nails digging into the edge of the basin. "Oh yeah? How do you want me?" He prompts and I flush at all the thoughts that come to mind.
"I want you inside." I whine. "Inside what? Say the words and I'll give you what you want." His large hands massage my waist. "I want your cock inside my pussy. Please." I manage to say. He grins wildly at the corruption, the way I sounded so embarrassed. "What a dirty mouth you have baby, maybe later I'll teach you how to use it hm?" His hands roam down to the curve of my ass. I was going to reply but then he was groping the plush skin, kneading it in his large hands and I lose all train of thought.
One of his hands moves away from my ass, I don't realize why until his tip presses against my entrance and I know he's aligning himself. "You want this?" He asks and I nod. "Please Az." I cry. He rises on his knees, his cock being pushed into me halfway at the action. I moan at the sudden stretch, eyebrows twitching together as I marvel at the width of him. My breathing becomes labored as he slowly begins moving, rocking his hips back and forth, going deeper and deeper with every thrust.
I mewl out as he comes into contact with that spongy bundle of nerves and he wasn't even all the way inside. Tears brim my eyes as I feel my walls struggle to stretch around him. Like I was some kind of mold he seemed to slot so perfectly inside of. "Gods you're so tight, fuck, that's my good girl." He groans out and I release a string of moans. "Faster— Az, I want it harder." I beg. He seems to obey my plead because the next time he retracts he pushes into me with more power, his base pressing against mine and he finally has all of his member sheathed inside of me.
I cry out his name as he begins fucking into me, the smell of his arousal flooding my senses as my body aches in a needy pleasure. I can feel every inch of him, the way he throbs inside of me. I analyze every touch, remember exactly how this feels. He's been gone for too long, I can't believe I've forgotten for he feels tucked inside of me.
"Are you close already baby?" He could feel me fluttering around his member, knew I wouldn't be able to last much longer. "Mhm," I manage to sound, all coherent thoughts flying out the window as his hand on my hip snaked down and two of his scarred fingers pressed directly onto my clit. I moaned his name like he was some sort of god that needed worshipping because fuck did he feel like one.
"Az, please," I whisper in a soft tone but he doesn't cease, he doesn't care if I can't handle it, he doesn't care if it's too much. "I— I'm gonna," I breath out, clenching around him like my life depends on it. The sounds of water splashing and his balls smacking against my folds have me being pushed so much closer to the edge. "I know baby, I know." He weaves his fingers into my hair and he tugs it, at the pain from my scalp my orgasm crashes into me and I'm mewling for him, my walls clenching tighter around him as euphoria blooms in my abdomen.
But even after my high comes down the way he pounds into me doesn't slow, doesn't relent. He fists my hair then pulls me straight up so my back was pressed into his chest. He continues pumping himself into my cunt, groaning at this new angle now that I was squeezing him so much tighter. "You sound so pretty when you're coming on my cock." He praises, placing a kiss on the junction between my shoulder and neck.
Overstimulation floods my body as his hips slam against mine. One of his hands wraps around my waist, keeping me still and stopping me from collapsing, his other hand coming to my front as well but only to grope and massage my breast. I moan at the feeling, my head being thrown back as he flicks over the hardened bud with his thumb, callouses scraping over the sensitive nipple.
"Fuck— uh, Az please I can't!" I cry, tears spilling from my eyes and down onto my cheeks. "Yes you can, be a good girl and take it." His teeth graze over my shoulder where hickeys now lay. He twitches inside of me and I know he's close, can feel the way he pulses in need of release. His hand slowly slips down my torso, past my navel and straight to where I needed him most. He begins rubbing tight circles around my most sensitive area, pulling a string of moans from my lips.
I could feel another orgasm approaching, my third one tonight and he hasn't even found his own once. "Az," I gasp out, incapable of forming words other than his name. Drool slowly drips from the corner of my mouth. "Azriel." I breathe, my eyes tightening shut as he throbs inside of me yet again. His thrusts grow sloppy but the power of them doesn't let up. He continues pushing himself deeper and deeper, ramming into the bundle of nerves that was about to make me release again.
I clench around him as tight as I can, making it harder for him to even pull out but he still manages. "Come on my cock," He commands. "Az, I—" Words are foreign as he pinches my clit and I do exactly as he says, releasing all over his member with my walls suctioning around him. With another forceful thrust his seed is spurting out of him and painting me white. I mewl at the feeling of his warm cum splattering into me, his cock stuffing it into me as he thrusts a few more times, coming down from that high.
With a grunt he pulls himself out from me and his seed pours down my thighs, there's so much of it. Gods he was still fucking releasing. I collapse down onto the counter of the tub and allow myself to sink into the water. "You did so good." He leans down and places a kiss to my shoulder blade. "Let's get you cleaned up."
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alexa-fika · 1 month
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hiya! How are you? :) so i was thinking like child reader and the whitebeard pirates and basically reader gets caught like sneaking out at midnight and they sneak out of moby dick and whitebeard is still awake and sitting on his like chair in the middle of the deck and notices? I think this one will be quite interesting to read! And i gotta say dude, your pretty damn talented.
Bright Escapes (Whitebeard x gn!child!reader x Izou)
A/N I ‘m SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG I DON’t EVEN KNOW IF YOUR STILL HERE IM SORRY BUT HERE YOU. It is still kinda flop so I apologize but I really hope that it gets close to what you were thinking
Reader here is Replaced by Dokucha as a placeholder which stands for Reader in Japanese
Dividers by @/saradika
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The Deck of the Moby Dick laid quiet, not even the talk of the night watch to be heard. Only the sound of the waves crashing against the ship and the port they had stopped at could be heard.
Perhaps that’s why they thought that the night watch would hear the sound of their heartbeat as they hung from one of the lower sails, preparing to jump again to the next one, trying to evade the sharp eyes of the night watch. They regretted not checking which of their brothers would be leading the night watch today, as now they had to hide from the two who had the best eyesight and ability to spot moving targets, Izou and Curiel.
But they couldn’t back down now, not when they had gotten so close to sneaking off the ship. They would only jump one more time, and then they would be off the boat.
“Heh, I'm so closed!” They grinned
That feeling was short-lived as once they made their final jump, a familiar shock traveled through their air, breaking their balance and causing them to fail the jump, only to something to catch their fall.
“Where are you going, twerp?”
They wince at the booming voice, turning on their palm to face him
“Ummm, Hi Papaw….” The child mutters
He narrows his eyes at them as they drop them to the ground, ignoring the yelp they made as he did.
“Ow… Listen, Papaw, it’s not what it looks like?”
“You’re going to tell me one of my children was not sneaking out of the ship at this time of night.”
“I had a good reason!”
“What?”
“There are fireflies on this Island, Papaw! I’ve never seen them; everyone always says how beautiful the sight is.”
“You tried to sneak into a dangerous Island alone, at the darkest time, to see some insects?”
“Umm…pretty insects?” The child tried to fix it with a nervous smile
“You’re grounded.”
“Okay,” they said, slumping down defeatedly, a pout on their lips
“Seeing as we can’t trust you to stay in the quarters, you are to stay with one of your brothers for the rest of our time here. Go to the Crow’s nest, and you'll spend the night with Izou.”
“Yes, Papaw…”
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Izou lets out a chuckle at the sight of the frowning child who had taken to sitting down knowing the crow’s nest
“It’s not funny!”
“I beg to differ,” he said with a smile
“You know, if you had asked, I doubt he would have said no to taking you to see them.”
“As if! He and all of you are so overprotective he wouldn’t have risked the chance of me going out on an island like this.”
“You do have to understand our point of view, Dokucha; you are our youngest sibling; you’re only a child.”
“I know that,” they grumble, pulling their knees to their chest and placing their head on top of them
“But I just wanted to see them, only once. We usually only stop on Papaw’s lands, and his lands don’t have these views.”
“Come here,” he said, lifting them up and sitting them in the railing of the nest
“Don’t say I never do anything for you,” he said, handing them a spyglass
They glanced at him hesitantly, looking over the spyglass only to come up with nothing, simply the dark land staring him across the instrument
“Gee, Thanks; I‘ve always wanted to look at grass at night…are you just rubbing it in?”
“Just keep looking,” he mutters, ignoring the kid’s jabs as he pulls out his Flintlock and fires a shot toward the land
Just like that, a blanket of fireflies welcomed them as the fireflies scattered from their hiding spots among the grass, trees, and bushes to escape the sudden movement
Dokucha looks in awe as the fireflies flicker around, giving the coast an ethereal glow as the insects flew around, some illuminating the crashing waves, the blue sea below them reflecting the light in a show of lights orchestrated by mother nature.
“Wow…”
“Still think it’s just grass at night.”
They take their eyes off the spyglass to look at Izou
“Thank you, Big Brother! It’s everything I thought it would be and more,” he awed, returning his attention to the spyglass
In response, the Sniper ruffled their hair
“Anything for our little sibling.”
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I have let you down anon im sorry ✊🏽
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dronebiscuitbat · 7 days
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Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 7)
The one thing Uzi did not mind about her transformation was her ability to fly alongside N during scavenging missions. He often had to slow down (thrusters will always be faster than manual flying), but it didn't seem to bother him in the least, especially when she was sharing her favorite songs with him over short-range.
And no, it didn't all consist of Nightcore thank you very much. She was sharing the ones she thought he would like.
Of course, N liked all of them, so she probably could blare Nightcore at full volume and he'd like it, but she was still keeping it mostly mainstream, mostly because he seemed to like singing lyrics if he knew them, which was fun!
Because he was good at it.
He nailed nearly every note so long as he was familiar with the song, and it was gorgeous, his voice smooth as butter and just high enough to reach the minor keys without sounding off.
And yes, it did make her core flutter like it was full of a million butterflies, but that was besides the point.
“Hang on, lemme give you this one.” She sent another over to him, her wings flapping above her as they both glided comfortably.
“How many do you have?!” N asked excitedly, although it was definitely in the sense that he was eager to hear all of them and not that he wanted her to stop.
“Years worth of emotional repression leads to years worth of saved angst, what can I say?” She replied, poking a little fun at herself, she pushed ahead as he opened the audio file, scanning the ground for any parts she needed.
This one was a little angry sounding, but the guitar was nice, and there was a woman singing in the background that he wished didn't sound so sad, but it was pretty, at the very least.
“Do you want me to just give you my playlist? I've kinda just been sending you singles from it this whole time.” She fell back in line with him, wings beating above her, wow, he never realized how strong they looked before.
“Yes!” He beamed, being ecstatic to listen to more, it was leagues better than anything he'd ever heard play at the manor, plus he felt as if he was learning quite a bit about her just through her saved songs.
He noted the complete lack of love songs, there were plenty of breakup songs, but it didn't seem that Uzi had either never felt that way about anyone or she may have just not liked the sappiness of them. He wasn't sure, he was kinda hoping for the latter, she deserved someone to make her happy, surely?
“Here. But we can't spend all night doing this, it not really what we're here for…” She sent him a massive folder that was going to take a bit to install, in the meantime. They both flew upwards, trying to spot things from higher up.
“No worries, what are we looking for?” He asked, just replaying the same songs he'd already listened to on repeat, just at a lower volume.
“A hardware store preferably, that explosion melted all my railguns internals… stupid J… pain in my ass even in death.” She added, sounding bitter. He didn't argue.
“Hmm, I think I saw one last night. I can send you the map data?” He offered, not noticing how closely they were flying, he could feel each beat of her wings. The urge to wrap his tail around her hit him suddenly. She wasn't in danger. What was this about?
“Sweet! Yes!” She gave him a thumbs up, and so he sent the map data to her, and she went silent looking it over intently.
And here he was admiring how she could intently focus of his map data while also flying near perfectly again, if he ever needed to revist a location he had to stop flying lest he hit something. Not her though, her mind was so lightening fast. Not just in this, but in everything.
Man his best freind was so cool. And pretty.
She… was pretty. But that was random.
“Yeah, you did pass one, this way!” She did pause in the air for a moment, but only to turn to him and make sure he was following, he nodded, letting her lead him.
Her tail swirled behind her as she kept herself aloft, it was graceful in it's own way, since she had to think more about consciously flying then he did, and so she ended up doing more spins and tricks in the air just by flying normally. It was almost like watching a dance, albeit a bat-like one.
“We're here.” He heard her shout before diving, and he followed without question, landing beside her with a metallic thud in contrast with her graceful perfect landing.
Okay, what the heck was going on with him today?
“Anything specific?” He asked, dusting the snow off himself before it melted and refroze to his chassis. Ignoring the random intrusive thoughts that seemed to be increasing in frequency and intensity.
“Small screws, wiring, oh! And capacitors! Lots and lots of capacitors.” He knew at least what two of those things were at what they looked like, so he nodded and followed her into the blasted out store after beating the snow out of his cap.
Her tail whipped around into a flashlight, pointing it at the rotten shelves and the icesicles hanging above them, a skeleton was at the counter, still in uniform, and still in the position of looking bored.
“Split up? I'll look for the capacitors, you get the screws and wiring?” She turned to him, with the absence of others she always seemed to smile, he gave her a thumbs up and beamed her one right back, before turning and wandering to the nearest shelf, leaving them both alone with their thoughts.
Uzi was already searching deep in the electronic section, trying to find capacitors that weren't completely broken or frozen, with a task at hand her mind was blessedly empty for once, enough that she was humming absent-mindedly whatever song had gotten trapped in her head.
She didn't sing, she didn't like her voice and thought it was too deep for most songs, but humming was fine, if it wasn't done in front of other people. Robo-God forbid someone hear her not being aggro for ten seconds. But here she was alone, and N was on the other side of the store, he couldn't hear her.
And even if he could, it was N. He wouldn't ever make fun of her for anything.
She smiled. At this point trying to deny her feelings was pointless, he made her feel so special, so wonderful. And he was so happy to spend any time with her, whether it be listening to her music or watching a movie or agreeing to visit a baby with her. He was always down, loving every second.
It rubbed off on her, she found herself smiling more, liking her life more, liking herself more. She was beginning to feel less like a freak and more like a person, all thanks to the lovable goofball she called her best freind.
And she wanted to call him more, connect with him more, but… she couldn't be certain he felt the same way. He was always so loving but he was like that with everyone, he cared, and that's just who he was.
So nothing he did proved he liked her like that. Romanticly. Never in a million years did she ever think she would be longing for someone, or even have a crush in the first place, but here she was, admitting to herself that… she was in love. Ew
But at the same time, the way he had been looking at her in the nursery, with a small smile on his face and his eyes digitally half-lidded. He looked… almost like he wanted to kiss her.
But that had to have been her imagination, he'd asked if she felt better right before, maybe he'd just been concerned.
With a victorious gasp she found a whole box of preserved capacitors and quickly stashed them in her bag before going off and trying to find the boy in question, core full of butterflies but also very very heavy.
N had finally finished downloading Uzi's monster of a playlist and was skimming through it while picking up his second box of screws, he doubted she needed this many, but being an overachiever never got him in trouble before.
He fingered the wiring he had in his pocket, feeling satisfied that he'd completed his task and yet still felt anything but.
He was… confused.
Uzi was his friend, his best friend. And yet the more he thought about her the lighter his core got, in a way that was new to him. Well no, that was it wasn't it? It wasn't new.
It was just attached to a new person.
But… he didn't have a crush on Uzi did he? He could form sentences just fine around her, he wasn't nervous or artificially sweaty. He just wanted to be close, to protect her. To be there when she needed him. That wasn't romantic. It was protective! Like all friends should be!
And yet he still felt unsatisfied, like he was missing something.
“Hey! Did you find what we needed?” He heard her before he saw her, bounding up to him with a crooked smirk, her tail twitching behind her and her wings folded against her back. She was cute…
He shook off his thoughts again.
“Yeah! Here!” He he presented the screws and the wire to her with a smile, his tail twitching as her hand grazed his as she took them, no that wasn't a spark you're imagining things.
“Thanks!” You ready to head back? It's going to be morning soon.” She asked, punching his shoulder playfully, a small laugh left his mouth.
“Yeah! And we can listen to music together on the way back!”
“Sure buddy.”
And with that they took off, commenting on songs and cracking jokes about the stupid ones, flying high to get home faster. With each minute he felt himself relax, whatever confusing mess his thoughts were causing right now didn't matter, they were laughing, and she was smiling. He would figure it out later.
“Is… is this song about a potato?” He asked slowly, causing her to snort before devolving into a fit of laughter.
“Y-yeah? I thought it was funny, and I rigged the teachers lounge to play it on repeat once.”
N didn't want to ask why, but he felt that it was a very Uzi thing to do.
“Hey, I might need to crash at your place tonight. Charge is low and I don't wanna pass out on the way home.” As she said that, a little low battery symbol appeared at the top right corner of her visor, showing she wasn't lying.
“Sleepover!” He shouted, making her smile again, he really liked her smile…
“Yeah, whatever.” She rolled her eyes, but her words lacked any sort of bite. There was a brief comfortable silence before;
“Oh… this one's kinda sad.” His face fell at little as he listened. An orchestral swell being out of place in the rest of the playlist.
I am tired of this dream….
Will it ever end for me?
“Sorry, I don't have a lot of happy ones that aren't also sarcastic…” She admitted sheepishly, she probably should find happier songs now that she was thinking about it. She felt happier now, what was the harm? So long that it was only her and N that would ever hear them.
I don't have the will to know…
Can you help me see?
“Oh! Duet!” He hummed happily, that fact alone seemingly making him feel better about it.
Let my body keep you warm…
Let my essence be your breeze.
Oh. This was a love song, and a rather longing one. He looked over Uzi's playlist, this one was added only recently. About three months ago, huh that was around when prom happened.
Can you hear me calling?
Please look out for meeee…
“N! Look!” Uzi shouted and he looked up, the gas giant was being eclipsed by Copper-9s barren moon, causing the entire night sky to be lit up in a burnt umber red. But he'd be lying if he said that was what caught his attention.
Can you set me free?
Will you take my soul away?
Uzi was silhouetted in the light perfectly, sending warm oranges and reds bouncing off her features like she was gazing at a roaring fire, she was hung in the air, snowflakes falling slowly around her, the light turning them to embers dancing in the air. She was smiling, her hands reaching out to touch one of the dancing flames.
Casting me in cold
Bury me in bones
Rest eternallyyyyyy…
He felt all the moisture in his mouth evaporate on the spot, and any further thought through his processors die. If flying wasn't an automatic process, he would have fallen from the sky in shock.
She looked beautiful.
Will you take me home?
Can we see the moon again?
Dancing in the dark
Till we fall apart
I can't end this dream...
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humanpurposes · 5 months
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❤️ Gee-sus Christ Mas request! ❤️
Prompt: From Christmas (but make it sexy), number 9: “Tipsy fondling, softened giggles and muffled noises as they fool around with each other after having a little too much to drink” 🥂
With Billy Washington! And if I may add a kink… 🤭 voyeurism? Or exhibitionism? 😘
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A/n: My first time writing Billy W as a prezzie for my lovely Inka ❤️✨
Words: 2.3k
Warnings: 18+, fingering, voyeurism, kinda dub con?
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You spot him because he’s the tallest person in the room, leaning against the wall by the balcony, taking small sips from a bottle of Heineken. It takes you a minute, but you recognise the messy mop of dirty blond hair, the lowered chin, the cautious way he looks around at his surroundings, like an unsure puppy. Billy Washington has always had a way of pulling at your heartstrings and tonight is no exception. You feel a bit sorry that he’s alone, standing at the edge of the room at a Christmas party.
The host, Laura, is one of your friends from uni. Once you’d found somewhere to put your coat you had gone up to her to say a simple “hi! Haven’t seen you in ages!” before she pulled you into a suffocating hug. It gave you a chance to get a look at him though, peering over her shoulder.
Billy’s already looking at you, slightly bewildered. You wonder if that’s a good sign or a bad one, but surely now you just have to go over to him?
So once Laura lets you go and you grab yourself a drink, you weave your way through the other guests, all the way over to the wall by the balcony and come face to face with Billy. He’s a little undressed, in a black t-shirt and black Adidas joggers. You’re in black too, a long sleeved dress and black tights, but it looks like you’re not even dressed for the same event.
“Hi,” you say, noticing a humiliating tremble in your voice and hands.
Up close, you realise he looks completely different from how you remember. His face is sterner and sharper in the lines of his jaw and cheeks. And he’s tall. Really tall. But then he presses his lips together in a familiar, shy little smile.
He says your name and it almost sends you into a state of shock. “Long time no see.”
Over a decade now, you think. You and Billy had grown up in the same area of Nottingham, gone to school together, until his family moved down to London after you’d finished your GCSEs. You weren’t really friends, but you were familiar, you’d seen his face every day from the age of four to sixteen, that had to count for something. Seeing him now gives you a happy sense of nostalgia, the boy who didn’t need to try hard to make you laugh every French lesson, who sometimes tagged along with you on your walk home and bought you sweets from the corner shop.
He’s a lot more subdued now, only natural with age, but as you start to chat more you realise there’s an innate sort of sadness about him. That, with the intensity of his blue-eyed gaze, makes your heart flutter. You soon learn he’s been working as a marketing assistant for the last year, which is how he knows Laura.
“I thought you were set on the army,” you say, “like Lana, right?” Billy’s older sister. You’d never seen much of her but you knew he idolised her.
His face drops a little and you can only hope you haven’t touched a nerve. “Didn’t work out,” he says, looking down at his beer bottle. “She works with the police now, explosives officer.”
“Sounds dangerous,” you say.
Billy raises his eyebrows. It looks like he’s going to say something else when he brings the bottle to his lips, jutting his chin out slightly as he finishes it off.
You take a long sip of your own drink, finishing it off a lot more quickly than you had intended.
Billy nods at your now empty glass. “Can’t be having that at Christmas,” he says with the slightest hint of a smile
He takes your hand in his and leads you towards the kitchen. The alcohol must be doing a number on you because all you can think about is how large Billy’s hand is compared to yours, how warm he is, how tightly he’s holding onto you. And when he has to duck to fit under the doorframe, you can’t help but bite down on your lower lip at the way your belly flutters. When did he get so fucking fit?
But you tell yourself not to get carried away. It’s just a Christmas party and he’s just an old acquaintance, probably best to take things slow and hold off on the drinks.
So how you and Billy end up sitting on the sofa at midnight, with an empty bottle of Jack Daniel’s between you, is a complete mystery. But to be fair to the two of you, the bottle was nowhere near full when you started drinking it.
The party continues around you, but you and Billy are in a world of your own, chatting about the good old days back in Notts, ending up in fits of laughter over silly stories, like the time he nearly goaded your Year Eight History teacher into a fist fight.
“Oh God, I was awful,” Billy laments, running a hand through his hair to get it out of his face.
You’re staring again, but you’re too tipsy to stop yourself. The room is mostly dark apart from the warm glow of fairy lights on the Christmas tree, and you keep staring as the light hits his hair, the tip of his nose and the curve of his lips. 
You open your mouth to tell him that he’s not awful, but the words dissolve on your tongue as Billy turns his head towards you. 
You can’t explain it but there’s a moment of knowing between you, his blue eyes burning into yours, the little smirk on his lips. Nervousness ripples through your body again but it’s a feeling you find you’re enjoying. You giggle and Billy tries not to, but smiles back.
Then he looks down at his hands, clutching his empty glass between his legs. You feel a flicker of fear in your chest, like he might get up or just leave altogether.
“How are you finding London?” You ask suddenly, shuffling closer into him– much too close, you realise. Your legs are tucked under you, knees pressing against his thigh. 
His eyes move around your face, glancing quickly down, then up again, and his lips are restless. “Fine,” he says, “it can be lonely sometimes.”
“That’s what I think,” you say. “It’s such a big place. Sometimes I think it’s too big.”
“Nah you’re always going to be alright,” he says. “You’ve always been smart, and nice. You’ve got friends, nice job, yeah?”
“Yeah I guess.” 
Billy hums to himself and twists his mouth into a little pout. “What about a boyfriend?”
“Ah,” you say, keeping determined eye contact, “the one thing I don’t have.”
“Good to know.”
“Why would that be good?”
Billy just shrugs, then tries and fails to suppress a pleased grin.
“What about you?” You ask. “Girlfriend? Or Boyfriend?”
“A boyfriend’s not on the cards for me,” he chuckles, “and no girlfriend, not for a while, I’ve been trying to focus on myself.”
“Oh,” you say, trying not to sound too pleased about the lack of a girlfriend, “that’s good.”
“Yeah,” he says, tapping his fingers against the glass– his long, lithe fingers. “I don’t wanna bore you with the details, but I was in a really rough spot last year. Couldn’t get a job, did some stuff I regret, got myself in a really fucking stupid situation, but it was all a wakeup call, you know?”
He looks across at you again, with the sad puppy dog eyes. He’s close enough that you can feel his breath against your skin, your neck and along the neckline of your dress. 
He keeps looking into your eyes, you think it might be a dare or an invitation.
It’s a question you don’t need to answer when he closes the space between you, kissing you gently.
It’s over as quickly as it happens and soon you’re met with the sight of his eyes again.
Your heart is humming in your chest and you can’t quite catch your breath. “What was that for?” you whisper.
Billy’s face falls. “Oh,” he says, “I’m sorry I just thought–”
He starts to pull away and all you can think to do is reach for him, haul yourself onto his lap and weave your fingers through his hair. “No, what I meant was, why did you stop?”
After that he doesn’t waste a single second. He surges up to kiss you again, desperately, harshly, sucking and nipping at your lips while his hands grab at your waist.
Your hips start to move against each other, with his guidance, desperate for friction, to ease the tightening feeling in your stomach but all it seems to do is make you want more, especially when you feel how hard he is underneath his joggers.
He keeps kissing you, keeps grinding you against him, panting and huffing against the back of his throat in the brief moments when your mouths are parted. You can only hope Laura’s too drunk to notice the two of you dry humping each other on her sofa, and giggle against his lips at the absurdity of it, 
It’s too easy to get carried away. One moment you’re just enjoying the feeling of his lips and tongue against your own, the next his hands are moving from your waist, dragging you tights down and rucking up your dress so he can feel his hands over the skin of your bare ass and thighs while he kisses your neck.
Then he runs his fingers over your clothed centre, curls them around your panties and starts pulling them to the side.
“Billy,” you whine, instinctively lifting your hips to escape him but he just pulls you right back to where he wants you.
“No, no, no, you stay right where you are,” he mutters into your neck as he starts to circle over your clit.
The pleasure he brings you is surprisingly overwhelming and goes straight to your head. You can’t tell if you want him to stop or never let you go again.
You hold onto him by his neck, rutting your hips against his hand to his praises of “good girl, just like that, feels good, doesn’t it?”
And just when you start to feel like it’s not enough you feel one of his fingers slip inside your soaked cunt. You gasp at the sudden intrusion, already feeling just how much deeper he can reach than you can on your own.
But it’s wrong, isn’t it, letting him touch you like this with other people in the same fucking room?
“Billy, we shouldn’t do this here–”
“Come on,” he grunts, “fuck yourself on my fingers, I know you want it.”
And you do, you really do.
“What if someone sees?”
He grabs you by your chin and drags you into him until your foreheads are pressed together. “They’re not looking at you,” he says, “so you just keep your focus on me, yeah? Keep looking at me, keep thinking about how it feels to have my fingers deep in that tight little pussy of yours, can you do that for me?”
“Yeah,” you breathe.
He lets out a low hum of content that makes your cunt clench around him.
You start to rock your hips against him. Your mind is hazy but in a way it only makes you feel lighter, more sensitive as his finger nudges against your soft spot, as he circles your clit, kisses your neck and lets his warm breath tease your skin. It’s careless and desperate and you want it, you need it.
You curl over him when your orgasm washes over you, wrapping your arms around him and pressing as much of your body against his as you can manage. You barely stifle a moan by pressing your lips against his temple.
You feel one of Billy’s hands run over the back of your head. “Shh, there you go, that felt nice, didn’t it?”
You feel his finger drag against your walls as he slips out of you, and hear a wet sound as he cleans it between his lips.
You’re content not to move, feeling the heat of his body and the light drumming of his heart beneath you, the apparent hardness he’s trying not to grind against you. You snake a hand between your bodies when he grips at your wrist, and commands your attention to his eyes.
“What about you?” you ask.
“We can go back to mine for that,” he says, “if that’s something you’d be interested in, obviously.”
Only Billy Washington could be this awkward despite having just been inside of you.
You smile, running your fingers over the golden stubble along his jaw. “I’d like that.”
Billy keeps gazing up at you, and takes a breath like he’s just remembered how to. 
You don’t bother checking the time when you eventually go to leave Laura’s flat. You almost forget to say “goodbye,” but the last people standing are all shouting an off key rendition of Fairytale of New York, which you don’t think you want to interrupt.
You and Billy stumble down the street arm in arm, giggling softly when you keep bumping into each other only to pull yourselves back into each other. 
You make it back to his flat in Cranstead Fields, which takes a grand total of three night buses to get to. The moment you’re through the door he’s pinning you between his body and the wall, holding your face between his hands and kissing you with as much enthusiasm as before.
“I’m so glad we ran into each other again,” he whispers with a little grin.
You run your palms over his chest, slip them under the hem of his t-shirt to feel the way his stomach clenches, and snag your fingers on the waistband of his joggers. If the pleading look in his eye when you start to palm over his bulge is anything to go by, you’d guess he’s utterly desperate.
You only intend to kiss him once on the lips, but find yourself coming back again and again because just once isn’t enough. “I’m glad too.”
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vernons-girl · 3 months
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hi! can i request a suggestive scene maybe with fwb!dokyeom (pls use the recent gym pics for inspiration hehe) with fem reader? thank uu!!!!!
gym "bro" | lee dokyeom x fem reader
suggestive but kinda smutty tho, wc:0.4k
hiii!! i'm still experimenting with suggestive scenes so this is pretty short and probably really tamed but i hope you'll like it nonetheless 🩷 please don't hesitate to give feedbacks on this type of writing so that i can practice and post more of it!!
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You and Dokyeom were good friends. Friends that had sex every so often but yeah - you guys were good friends. That's why you ended up going to the gym together, as friends.
You've seen everything beyond the tank top and sweatpants covering his body and yet, the sight of him working out, his clothes sticking to his skin, perfectly showcasing his muscles, did something to you.
You definitely weren't keep track of how many reps or sets you were doing, the only thing you could focus on being him.
And this didn't go unnoticed by him as he caught a glimpse of you - drooling - staring at him in the reflection of the mirror.
You didn't leave him unaffected either actually, he was just more discreet about it than you were.
When he would move around the spots you guys settled at, he would swiftly catch a glimpse of how your leggings hugged your ass, how you top was tight enough for the memories of a few nights ago to come back crystal clear, he couldn't help but notice how familiar your pants sounded, gosh he couldn't get this image of you out of his head.
While you were shying at the fact of making a move in public, as you guys were only "good friends", that's wasn't the case for him.
As you bent down to pick up your towel to pat your face dry, you felt two strong hands grabbing you at the hips. The sudden action make you straighten up but as you did you felt him against you lower back which pulled a deep moan coming deep from his throat.
He leaned in closer so his face was now next to your, his lips dangerously close to your ear, "You look really hot like this, you know that?" he said, moving one of his hands from your hip to your front, wrapping his arm around your middle, pressing you even closer to his front.
"So do you" you breathe out, he chuckled, "I've seen you ogling me, you know" your face heated up at the thought of getting caught.
"I liked it" he said while nuzzling his face in your neck, leaving sloppy kisses in hopes to get a reaction out of you. And a reaction did he get. You leaned your head back on his shoulder and let out the most quiet moan that you could make in a public place before turning around to face him.
You brought his face closer to yours as his hands both traveled down your ass to give it a squeeze. With your lips mere millimeters from his, you whispered "I want you so bad" to which he simply replied by grabbing a hold of your hand to lead you out of the gym, all the way to his place.
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nyctophicbtch · 1 year
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Should’ve Saved Me Sooner- Ao’nung
[ Ao’nung x Metkayina!reader ]
Request: Do you take requests? If so can you please do a Aonung x metkayina reader. The reader does something dangerous/gets attacked and nearly gets hurt/worse but he saves her?
Warnings: injury, mentions of blood, slight angst
Word count: 1,706
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Your parents were gone. They’d been the one to drag you here in the first place and now they were nowhere in sight, most likely mingling with the Olo’eyktan and Tsahik.
It wasn’t as if you couldn’t talk to Ao’nung and Tsireya. You’d been friends since you could barely walk, given your parents’ friendship, but you wouldn’t say you were that close.
And at this point, Tsireya had wandered off on her own, leaving Ao’nung to lean against a mangrove a good distance away from you with his arms crossed over his chest.
He didn’t necessarily look displeased with the situation, but he was just casually standing there doing nothing, keeping his watchful gaze on the kids running around the sand and the adults throwing nets into the water.
“I had it first!” you hear a kid argue with his sibling.
“No! I was there before you took it!”
“No-“ he grunted, pulling on a shimmering rock. “Give it back, Lìo!”
You’d only looked away for a couple of seconds, but when you looked back, they were already out in the open waters.
“This is your fault!” You heard the kid shout and you took notice of how his foot was trapped between two huge rocks.
You ran towards them when you spotted waves headed their way in the distance, your sudden movements catching Ao’nung’s attention. They weren’t supposed to be outside the seawall terraces for a reason.
“Hurry!” Lìo shouted after realizing that a wave could hit them any moment.
“Lift the rock!” you hurriedly instructed once you reached them.
The rock was barely moving an inch and waves were quickly rushing towards you. Despite your apparent struggle, Lìo had only managed to remove a tiny bit of his leg.
“We’re going to die!”
“No you’re not.” You heard Ao’nung’s familiar voice as he appeared beside you.
“What were you thinking?” The olo’eyktan’s son turned to you, almost seething. He did not wait for your answer before shifting his concern to the boy stuck between the rocks. “Lift it now!”
All three of you did as he said, the rock slowly lifting off the ground as you poured all your strength into holding it up. Lìo quickly dragged himself away from under the rock, but his brother hesitated until he realized his strength wasn’t doing much to hold up the rock.
“Go! Go run!”
The two boys disappeared as they did as Ao’nung said and jumped in the water.
You made the mistake of looking back at the wave that was not far behind and felt a sudden sting on your arm, causing you to immediately drop the rock.
“Careful-“ Ao’nung warned a little too late after hearing the wince you let out, blood already trickling down your arm from where the rock scratched your skin.
There were too many things happening all at once for you to properly think, which led Ao’nung taking matters into his own hands.
He shoved you into the water and followed behind seconds before a wave came crashing on the rocks.
‘Go back’ he signed, nodding towards the village.
As much as you hated swimming with a bleeding arm, you pushed through until you reached safer shores.
You weren’t usually a slow swimmer, but with the pace you were in, Ao’nung had to stop to wait for you multiple times, occasionally leading you with a hand to your back in encouragement.
“What were you thinking?” He questioned angrily once you got out of the water. “You nearly got yourself killed!”
From the way Ao’nung’s regret was written all over his face after he had said the words, you could tell that your recoil at his tone hurted him.
“Let me see that.”
“It’s fine.”
Ao’nung was not having it.
Even though you weren’t the closest of friends, he’d always have a sense of protectiveness over you especially when you were children. He and Tsireya used to stick to your side whenever your parents met, and the boy slowly developed the dire need to look after you.
“Blood is still flowing out. It is not fine.”
“It’ll heal.” You weren’t getting it. It was terrifying him how you’d so easily put yourself in the face of danger, but most of all it was frustrating how you never acknowledged his concern and care for you.
He knew if he were to attempt anything towards you, his parents would have his head, and even with all the subtle signs he’d shown, you still never seemed to turn your head his way.
“I’ll come with you.” Your protest dissipated when you saw the almost pleading glint in his eyes, and as if realizing he’d sounded so vulnerable, he added, “I’m in trouble too if your parents see you injured.”
You didn’t think much of his reason, allowing him to follow behind you into your Marui and tend to your injury. It was surprising how gentle he was with your arm, making sure to ease the stinging pain as much as possible.
“Try not to move.”
You wanted to hit him.
You wanted to knock some sense into him because you were trying not to move. The cut wasn’t necessarily small and you couldn’t help flinching with how much it was stinging.
Ao’nung seemed to get the hint from the scowl on your face and silenced himself from saying anything that will annoy you further.
It wasn’t uncomfortable, but after growing slightly distant through time, moments alone with him felt tense and awkward.
Maybe it was just time, or maybe it was the way he’d grown up to be mean to others. Whatever had caused this left a wall between your once carefree and genuine friendship.
You’d always assure yourself that it wasn’t that big of a deal, but for Ao’nung, it left him absolutely devastated most of the time. But it never stopped him from silently observing and looking out for you.
“Stop-“ you hissed and flinched back when he pressed on a sore spot.
“Just a little more,” he urged, letting go of your arm. “I’m being gentle.”
“That is not gentle.”
“It’s as gentle as I can be.” You had to admit that it was amusing seeing Ao’nung getting worked up and flustered just from trying to be unusually gentle with you.
Tsireya would often comment on how soft he became whenever he was with you, but you brushed her off, saying it wasn’t a big of a deal.
“You are not a very gentle person.” Ao’nung chose to ignore your taunts until he was able to finish wrapping your injured arm.
“You need to be more careful. This was the least that could happen.”
“I couldn’t just leave them,” you argued, starting to get annoyed with his antics.
“Then you should’ve called for me.”
“Why do you always insist I stay back as if I can’t take care of myself?” At this point, you were both breathing heavily from the irritation that came with the argument.
Ao’nung was aggravated and uneasy from your recklessness, but most of all, he was hurt with how distant you’ve been growing up when all he wanted to do was stick by your side.
“Because I care about you!” Ao’nung said almost pleadingly, averting his eyes and breathing out a frustrated sigh. “I care about you, okay? And you can’t keep putting yourself in danger. It scares me.”
You knew the silence must’ve felt deafening to him, but your thoughts were too conflicted to think of anything to say.
It wasn’t as if he’d confess his undying love for you, but just caring for you was not something you had expected from him. With how mean and different he’d grown to be, you knew his exterior was a facade. But you still allowed it to part your bond and distance your relationship.
“Say something,” Ao’nung almost begged, frowning at your lack of response.
When he found you silent for another few seconds, he decided it was best to give you some space and leave until you were ready to talk.
The further he walked away, the more his heart sunk, and he was far too certain that you were uncomfortable with him.
“I care about you too.” The gentle hand on his arm made him halt his movements, pulling him back towards you. “I see you.”
Those simple words held more explanation than you could ever give him through long sentences. For years he had thought you disliked him and distanced yourself, unable to see past his rough exterior. Every time you avoided him felt like needles pricking at his heart.
He surely looked like an idiot with how big his smile was growing at your words’ sincerity.
“I see you.”
Ao’nung was hesitant. He leaned the slightest bit forward only to stop himself. But the assuring hand on his arm washed away his doubts and told him that you wanted this too.
Ignoring the way your heart was about to leap out of your chest, you lightly tugged on his arm as you leaned your head closer to press your lips against his.
The tension visibly slipped away from his body when he felt the soft touch of your hand cupping the side of his face as your lips languidly moved against his.
It was overwhelming. The long-anticipated feeling made his head spin in ways that had him lightheaded, throwing out any rational thought from his mind.
His hand wrapped around your waist to pull you in as he pressed his lips even harder against yours to deepen the kiss, and the soft moan you let out in response drove him crazy.
The fact that he was running out of breath irritated him in the worst ways possible. It forced him to reluctantly pull away with a groan, keeping his eyes closed and forehead pressed against yours whilst his thumb made gentle strokes to your side.
You were trying to catch your breath, but the close proximity and the movements of his fingers weren’t helping, and it seemed like Ao’nung was fighting with all his self-control to not take it any further.
“Skxawng. I thought you hated me,” he whispered against your lips, a smile betraying his accusing words.
“You should’ve saved me sooner.”
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george-weasleys-girl · 11 months
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HIII i'm so excited okay so i requested this from another fic writer as well but i wanna see different takes on this:
for backstory: fred and the reader haven been in a close, loving and trusting relationship for the past months. nothing can break them apart.
the fic i'm requesting now is for fred to be at a party the reader isn't at, but seeing another person polyjuiced into them flirting with someone else to make him jealous. maybe that person is trying to break them up or just drunk idrc.
fred however knows and trusts y/n and immediately knows this isn't them !! i'd love to see your take on how he'd react, super excited to read it <33
Such a fun request! Thank you for sending it in.
Fred Weasley x fem reader
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The Doppelganger
"I'm not even on call tonight," Y/N grumbled, changing out of the new dress Fred had gifted her and back into her work clothes.
"Maybe it's something really nasty," Fred suggested. "And, face it, my love, you're the best."
"Well, the best should have Saturday night off so she go to a party with her boyfriend."
"Would it help if I promise to be miserable the whole time?"
Y/N sighed and sat down next to Fred. "No. I want you to go and have fun. I'm just disappointed I can't go with you."
"I know, love," Fred wrapped his arm around her. "I am too." Then he paused, thinking. "How about we go to brunch tomorrow at that little muggle cafe you like so much?"
"Ooh! The one with the really good omelets?"
"That's the one," Fred grinned, then leaned in for a kiss. "Now, you better go before somebody does something stupid and turns the Ministry into goo."
"You say that like it's a bad thing," Y/N giggled.
~•~
Y/N had only been gone fifteen minutes, and Fred was already missing her. He wasn't kidding when he said he'd have a miserable time without her. It was a phenomenon that had only happened one other time in his life. But that was long since over, and he hadn't been interested in anyone seriously until Y/N walked into the shop almost a year ago.
She was one of the Ministry's lead magical librarians, responsible for the preservation and translation of ancient magical texts, some of which have dark magic woven within seemingly harmless phrases or paragraphs. It was her job to find those passages and nullify the magic within them. It was a dangerous and thrilling occupation, and his girlfriend was one of the best in the field. That was why she was working on a Saturday night instead of accompanying Fred to the biggest party of the year.
Fred sighed and picked up her little red dress that was still puddled on the floor and placed neatly across the bed. If she managed to get out early enough, she'd stop by home to change and then head over to join him.
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Fred wasn't as miserable as he'd feared. George and his fiancé were at the party too, and they ended up pulling him out onto the dance floor with them. They were dancing like a trio of fools to Rock the Casbah when he spotted a familiar face and a brilliant smile spread across his own.
"Hey, Y/N's here. I'll be right back," he patted George on the shoulder and went to go greet his newly arrived girlfriend. However, as he got closer, he realized something was very, very wrong. This woman looked like Y/N, but she was most definitely not his girlfriend.
First off, she didn't move right. Y/N had an effortless grace about her. This woman's movements were clumsy and disjointed. Like she couldn't figure out how her arms and legs were supposed to work.
Second, instead of her new dress, she wore a shimmery, silver one similar to the 60s mod dress Y/N had worn on Halloween when they'd dressed up as Austin Powers and Vanessa Kensington.
And thirdly, the thing that put the nail in the coffin for him, some random guy had his arm around her, kissing down the length of her neck. He knew then, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that whoever this person was, she was not his beloved Y/N.
"Who the fuck is that?" A voice popped up next to him. Fred turned to find George's fiancé standing beside him on her tiptoes, with his twin right behind her. "Because that sure as hell isn't Y/N."
"No. No, it isn't," Fred muttered and started to move toward the strange woman when she turned, looked him straight in eyes, and gave him a sly, seductive grin before resuming her make-out session.
The older twin stopped dead in his tracks. He knew that grin. It wasn't Y/N's, but it was so strikingly familiar. He wracked his brain but just couldn't place it.
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"Polyjuice potion most likely," George said. They'd moved to a back corner of the room away from most of the partygoers to discuss this unexpected new twist.
"Yeah, but why? And how'd she get one of Y/N's hairs?" Fred asked.
"Maybe they work together?" His twin's fiancé suggested.
"No idea," Fred focused his gaze back on the fake Y/N, who now had her tongue down the guy's throat. "But I'm gonna find out." With that, he turned and pushed his way through the crowd. If whoever this is wants to play this game, he thought. Then, let's play it.
He grabbed the guy's collar and pulled him off the fake Y/N. "That's my girlfriend you're kissing."
The poor fellow turned three shades of pale and all but ran away from the redhead towering over him. Fred watched him go and then shifted his attention to his girlfriend's doppelganger.
"You," he stared down at her. "With me. Now."
The woman smirked and followed him outside. Once they were far enough away from the crowd, Fred rounded on her. "Who the hell are you? And why are you pretending to be Y/N?"
"What do you mean, pretending?" She stepped forward, putting her hands on his chest. He swiped them away.
"I know my girlfriend, and you are not her."
"Freddie, baby," she cooed. "Why do you say such things?"
"Because Y/N wouldn't be snogging some random bloke at a party.
She shrugged. "I just had a little too much to drink. I was stressed after dealing things at the Ministry."
"So, why didn't you - " Fred's heart skipped a beat. "How did you know she's at the Ministry?"
The woman laughed. "Maybe you're the one who's had too much to drink, Honeybuns."
Fred stood frozen in place. There was only one person who'd ever called him that. "Belinda?"
She and Fred had been "fuck buddies" when he met Y/N. It was supposed to be a no-strings attatched situation. But apparently, Belinda had developed feelings for him at some point and proceeded to spend the next couple of months harrassing Y/N and trying to get him back. When nothing worked, she just dropped off the face of the earth. Fred and Y/N assumed she'd given up. Apparently, they were wrong.
Belinda rolled her eyes. "Fine," she sighed. "It's me. Aren't you the smart one? Go you."
Fred rubbed a hand over his face. "How the fuck did you even do this? How did you get one of Y/N's hairs?" A sudden chill ran down his spine. "Have you been stalking her?"
"No, not really," she replied with a flippant air. "But it's not hard to find out where she works. Your little cupcake has made quite the name for herself."
Fred's eyes blazed. "How. Did. You. Get. One. Of. Her. Hairs?" The edge in voice caused Belinda to take a couple of steps back.
"Well, if you must know," she replied, maintaining a safe distance. "A friend of mine also works at the Ministry. She swiped it from Y/N's coat while they were in the elevator together one morning."
"And tonight?" Fred took a step toward her. Belinda took another step back. "Did you have something to do with that?"
She shrugged. "My friend is such a ditz. She mixed up some paperwork..."
Fred cut her off. "So, you mean to tell me, you did all that just to come here and try to break up me and Y/N?"
By now, the Polyjuice was wearing off, and Belinda was shifting back to herself. "Did it work?" She asked. Her voice was no longer Y/N's but a high-pitched drawl that Fred had once thought cute, but now turned his stomach.
"Seriously?" He spat. "In what demented world do you think that would work?"
"Guess not. Worth a shot."
"Look," Fred sighed. "We're over. We've been over. I'm really sorry you got hurt, I never wanted that to happen. But, there's nothing that you can say or do that's ever going to make me leave Y/N. Do you understand?"
~•~
"Yeah. Whatever," she huffed. The last bit of Polyjuice faded away, leaving Belinda standing before him, an arrogant sneer plastered across her face. Fred shook his head, wondering how he was ever attracted to her. "Just stay away from me," he warned. "And stay away from Y/N. Or next time, I'll hex the fuck out of you."
Belinda laughed. "You would never."
Fred's eyes went cold, and when he spoke, his voice was like subdued thunder, ominous and threatening. "Try me."
A half hour later, Fred apparated back into his and Y/N's flat and collapsed on the sofa. After his altercation with Belinda, he didn't feel much like partying anymore.
About ten minutes later, a loud pop sounded next to him. "Hey lovey. What are you doing home so early?" Y/N's soft voice brought a smile to his face.
"Long story," Fred sat up and patted the cushion beside him. "How bad was the paperwork fucked up?"
Y/N rolled her eyes and flopped down next to him. "It was 17 levels of stupid. Maven was supposed to be on call tonight, not me. And somebody left a scroll open in the - " Y/N paused. "Wait. How did you know about the paperwork?"
Fred chuckled. "Part of my long story," he put his arm around her, pulling her closer. "I'm starving. What do you say we order in pizza, and you can tell me about your night, and I'll tell you about mine?"
Y/N smiled up at him. "Sounds perfect."
~•~
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lyssaluvs · 4 months
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Kiss it better - Cal Kestis
Summary/Request - Here
Warnings - Mentions of violence/wounds, some naughty words, Cal DIES, no he doesn't, just joshin
A/N - I hope this is what you had in mind, enjoy!
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Cal was always putting himself at risk.
Constantly coming back to the Mantis cut upon scrape, not even a couple days after his last fight.
As much pain as he was in, it almost hurt you more.
With every punch and kick to his body, your heart became more and more bruised.
He rarely let you join him when he was throwing himself into danger.
And that leads you here, sitting on the Mantis, bouncing your leg, and biting your nails.
"He'll be fine. Stop your worrying, you'll make yourself sick!" Greez said, waving a three-fingered hand through the air.
"I know, I know."
Just as you had finished your sentence, the Mantis door slides open, and Cal comes stumbling in.
You immediately shoot from your spot on the couch and place your hands on his shoulders, surveying him for wounds.
"I'm fine, just a little banged up," He reassures you with a soft smile, placing his hand on you waist.
You spy a nasty cut on is brow, and a split lip.
"Come on, that needs cleaning." You say, gesturing to his wounds and guiding him to the bathroom in which you keep the medical supplies.
He assumes his position on the counter as you reach for the first aid kit. Your actions smooth as a well-oiled machine, having done this many times before.
You swiftly clean and dress the cut on his brow, and throw the used bandages and cotton swabs into the bin.
You turn away from Cal and exhale sharply, placing one hand on your hip and the other over your brow.
Feeling the familiar sting in your nose and wobble of you lip you raise your eyes to the ceiling.
"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" Cal rushes out as soon as he sees your behaviour.
"You can't keep doing this, Cal. I can't go on like this."
"Like what, sweetheart? What's the matter"
He takes your hands into his and looks at you with the utmost concern in his eyes.
"Every time you go out to do some heroic bullshit, all I do is sit and worry. Worry if it's the last time i'm going to see you walk out the door. I worry if the last time I heard you laugh, or saw you smile, is going to be the last time ever. I can't lose you Cal."
The tears were flowing freely down your cheeks by the time you had finished explaining, and Cal didn't hesitate you wipe them away.
"I would never do that to you, sweetheart. It may be a little selfish but I couldn't stand not seeing you again, and that's what I think about every time I'm out there. Every time I draw my weapon, and every time a blaster bolt flies past my head, you're the only thing I think about."
His eyes bore into yours, his hands still gently cupping your face.
"This split lip is gonna be a little hard to get to, you might just have to kiss it better..." He whispers
You close your eyes, and slowly lean in.
Suddenly, the door slides open with a hiss.
You and Cal whip your heads towards the door to meet the raised eyebrow of a certain Latero.
"Lunch is ready, lovebirds."
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marveloustimestwo · 1 year
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Hii! I got this idea after I woke up so, I'm sorry if it's a little messy. What if Remus, Sirius and James fall for the same reader? Any of them know about the yandere tendencies of each other (they never talk about it cause they thought the others would judge him) but one day they found each other while stalking the reader? 🤔
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Finally got something out! Thank you for your patience and the request!
Warnings: Yandere themes, talk of stalking
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I think that each of them is slightly different in how they fall for you and figure out that the others have done the same.
Both Sirius and James are fast to start obsessing over you, yet there is absolutely no shaking them out of it.
We're given hints as to what James acted like with Lily. He pursued her for years, very persistent and firm despite her showing zero interest, and at times, only irritation for him.
I talked about Sirius's behavior during a couple of my writing events, but he's very outwardly passionate about his darling, as well as the most dangerous out of the three of them.
He's impulsive, aggressive, and oftentimes jealous. While James isn't as eager to hurt others who talk to you, Sirius will jinx, hex, and bully anyone who he deems as a threat (which can be almost anyone).
As for Remus, he's not as quick to fall. He likely sees how foolishly his friends are acting and questions how you've brought this out in them.
Trying to figure out the answer to such a question leads him to an obsession of his own.
He's not as bold as Sirius and James are. He's quieter and reserved, and he can actually be very charming when it comes to you.
While obsessed, he leans toward the softer side, and not many will see his yandere tendencies (though he can get worse towards the full moon. More possessive and aggressive if he thinks someone is threatening you.)
As for stalking you, all of them have a certain fondness for it.
For Sirius, stalking you can be pretty easy. He's an animagus, after all, and people won't really question seeing a stray dog on Hogwarts grounds. Soon enough you'll start to call this dog a friend with how often you see him, unaware that it's Sirius trying to get close to you.
Don't worry, Sirius quite enjoys the pets.
For James and Remus, though, it can be more difficult to stalk you.
While James is an animagus, his is much less discreet than Sirius's. He can't exactly follow you around without getting a lot of weird stares. A giant stag isn't as normal to see in the hallways of Hogwarts as a dog is.
However, when you're going for a walk outside through Hogwart's spacious grounds or are attending a Care for Magical Creatures class, you will occasionally see James following you around.
While it may be a bit odd to see a stag, you can't really question it when it's out in nature, can you? After all, Hogwarts is home to quite a few non-magical animals too.
And poor Remus doesn't really have a good way to stalk you discreetly. Unlike his friends, he's not an animagus. His lycanthropy is only during the full moon, and he never does have control of himself then.
Instead, he just does so the normal way.
However, despite Remus not really having a subtle way to stalk you, he would likely be the one to figure out the others are doing it first.
As I said, he's the last to fall, and he knows his friends quite well.
His way of stalking forces him to be smart. He has to stay hidden in fear of you or someone else seeing him.
Considering this, Remus is likely the first to spot the others while they're all stalking you, and it was funny seeing the familiar forms of a dog and a stag following you out on your walk.
Sirius was the next to figure it out. His animagus has the sharpest nose out of them, so smelling both Remus and James close by was a dead giveaway.
And James, as focused as he was on you, was quite confused when Sirius and Remus cornered him suddenly, and he was afraid that they might snitch on him.
Only for Remus to spill out exactly what's been happening. How each one of them has been obsessing over and stalking you for months now.
It doesn't take long for them to come to an agreement. The three of them are about the only people each of them would share their darling with, with only a couple of exceptions.
The amount of trust they have in each other is unrivaled, and soon, so is their ability to woo, and if necessary, kidnap their darling.
As a unit, these three are very dangerous.
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kathrinesadventures · 11 months
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Hey everyone! I'm Katherine, the Author of Femboy Dating Simulator and Lost in your eyes! Both of them Interactive, and both of them varying degree of "WTF?"
So for first, my proudest and most dedicated accomplishment!:
"Lost in Your Eyes: A Dark Fantasy Romance Book" 
Step into a modern world where you play the lead in a city overflowing with supernatural beings who face animosity and persecution from humans. As you navigate through branching plotlines and encounter a cast ofcharacters, three individuals rise as potential love interests. (Technically 4 now. Might get 5)
Do you choose the worrisome yet charming werewolf, An intimidating but protective healer, the shy and clingy vampire, or the sadistic and seductive mage? The decision is yours, but beware, the danger is around every corner. As you grapple with your troubled past and confront the darkness within, you may realize that your greatest adversary is yourself. Can you find love, redemption, and the courage to save those you've lost or will your obsessions and desires consume you, leading to the downfall of society as you know it?
Introducing, A shy, cute, and extremely JEALOUS, Marcus/Melissa Blaine!
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The next one on the spot is the mischievous. impish and just a horndog, Vivian/Vale Valentine!!
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Or the calm and cool, but possessive Elizabeth/The reserved, protective John.
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And next!
Femboy dating Simulator
Have you ever wanted to play pokemon but wanted to have characters that were humanoid so you wouldn't get blamed for bes***** for wanting to have seggs with them while also loving the characters for who they are and not for their bodies?
Well you've come to the wrong place! ish- I don't know what the hell I'm saying so I'll just copy paste the thingy because my brain is literally slurry paste right now ;-;
Femboy dating simulator! Where you start out as a soldier, a fashion artist, or a CEO of a massive company!
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Who-dies-once-they’ve-reached-the-peak-of-career-and-the-peace they-were-supposed-to-enjoy-is-ripped-away-from-them.
But don’t fret! You’ve been looked after by a kind goddess who feels that you’ve been wronged and thus gives you a second chance! She delivers you to another world. Her world. This is where things get spicy! You’ve been bestowed with a Rift walker. A creature who is summoned through a rune placed on your body. Each rune summons a different Rift walker and your job is to make a team of the strongest familiars, get to know them, date em, etc etc. But also, most importantly train and bond with them. Your familiarity will be the strongest with how good your relationship is with itthem. So who will you choose?
Laurel? The calm, hard to figure out, brawler?
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Thor? The kind, caring and mature muscle daddy? (Yes, I call him daddy cause he daddy material)
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The MC’s best friend! (Or close friend depending on which ground you choose) Is he a he or a she? I DON’T KNOW!
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And Noah! (Not yet implemented, but you can beat his ass and make him your slave!) (Tumblr won't let me post pictures for some reason, so I'll post link!)
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Play Femboy Dating Simulator
Play Lost in your eyes
If you enjoy my content, and want to support me (or help with more arts lol) My Patreon, or Ko-fi!!
I now have a Discord!!
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fangaminghell · 6 days
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Ava Alone
Summary: Ava finds herself alone after the fall. She has a lot to think about.
Notes: Several things! 1) POKEMON DESOLATION SPOILERS AHEAD DON'T READ IF YOUR UNFAMILIAR WITH THE GAME!!! 2) This fic takes place within my own version of events of desolation, where things are extended more. The player takes like. A week to climb down that Silver Rise, bc it's a fucking mountain. Of course that's subject to change, but for the sake of this fic, that's the case. 3) I dunno if this would be ooc for Ava or not lol. I'm kinda using my own hcs here and 4) Asra is my protag oc! i think that's everything so I hope you enjoy!
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Her landing wasn’t exactly painless, but thankfully, it was painful either. How she survived the fall, she doesn’t know, and honestly, she doesn’t want to know. The first thing she clocked in was that Asra wasn’t there. Asra wasn’t there. A panic starts to settle in her stomach as she forces herself up from the ground, wincing as she does, and her head turns left and right in hopes that she can find her best friend….but nothing. 
Ava frowns, just now realizing exactly where she is. Well….it certainly isn’t the sky. Trees and grass are all she can see...shit did she fall in the middle of some woods? 
“Great,” she mumbles to herself, fully picking herself off the ground and trying to once again, take in her surroundings. She can’t exactly complain about her landing spot - it’s a goddamn forest, her element really - and she could be lying if she said it wasn’t just a bit cozy. She didn;t sense an immediate danger, and the serenity of it all was peaceful. 
“Welp,” she mutters, “ Where do I go from here?”
She starts to walk, wincing a bit as she realizes- for what seems to be the millionth realization today - that her body was more roughed up than she initially thought. But it’s whatever. She can deal with it. So she keeps trudging on…
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Addenfall is a nice place, Ava decided. A small community with nice people in a nice area - what more do you want? The minute she showed up in the town, she was immediately taken to the pokemon center to heal up - both her and her pokemon. She insisted that she was fine, but they pretty much forced her to rest, which. Sure. Whatever. Not like Asra is still out there somewhere and she’s not looking for them. It’s not like Asra, for all she knows, could be dead-
Her breath hitches, and she rubs two fingers against the bridge of her nose. Okay. Maybe…maybe rest sounds like a good idea. She needs to get her thoughts in order. She needs to think of a plan.
“ Alright Ava, recount the steps. How did you get here?” 
She closes her eyes, and thinks back to the events leading up to now. They just got a way to get to Cellia….they took the Jinx teleporter and….
Ava’s eyes shot wide open, and a wave of anger crashes into her. Scarlett was there. Scarlett sided with those…fucking lunatics! And for what? A stupid dream? Those people almost killed her! And she had the fucking gall to-
“ You know what? I’m done thinking,”Ava huffs, turning aside in the bed Nurse Joy gave her. She forces her eyes shut, not letting herself even think of that girl she once called her friend. She doesn’t deserve that title. Not anymore.
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It’s been a few days. Still no Asra. Once she was given the okay by Nurse Joy, she immediately started searching. With the help of her pokemon, she pretty much looked through the entirety of Addenfall Woods - nothing. The scary thought that Asra might be dead was growing louder by the day and she just desperately wanted to be proven wrong. Or….or maybe Asra joined Team Cresent, too. Ava shakes her head- no that’s ridiculous. Asra isn’t like Scarlett. They at least have a good head on their shoulders. 
She sighs, taking a rest near a tree within the woods. She once again tries not to think of a familiar pinkette. Tries not to think of her face right before Ava fell.  Because it’s not worth it. She made her choice, so it isn’t worth it…….right?
Ava looks down at the back of her hands, resting on her knees. There’s a few more scraps there, from all the looking that she’s done for the past few days. Going from her fingers to her nails, a vibrant shade of green pops out. Oh right. Her nails. The nail polish chipped now, given everything that had happened to her for the past….week? God she doesn’t even know. She frowns at her nails- she doesn’t even like nail polish that much honestly. Why was she wearing it again?
“ Ava, stop squirming, you're going to smudge your nails!” Scarlett huffs, pointing the tiny nail brush at her. Ava rolls her eyes, looking at the hand in Scarlett’s. 
“ I can’t believe you two convinced me to wear this….” she says, looking down at her nails, most of which are now coated in green nail polish. She can hear Asra laugh lightly. 
“ Scarlett wanted us to match, somehow,” they say, and while they are behind her, Ava can feel their small smile on their face, “ Besides, you could have said no. We all know, you could have said no. But you didn’t~” 
Ava groans, resting her head on her non nail polished hand, “ Yeah yeah, you two are sooooo lucky I like the both of you,” she can’t exactly hide her smile, looking at Scarlett who’s smiling back.
“ It’ll be worth it, trust me!” she beams, then focusing back on Ava’s nails, “ Besides, it’s been foreeeeever since we had a makeover together! Even if it’s just nail polish!”
Scarlett finishes a nail, and examines it with her critical eye. After a few seconds, she nods, smiling. 
“ I just think it would be nice to bring something old to our new beginning. Don’t you think?”
“ Venusaur?” Ava jumps slightly at her pokemon’s cry. She looks to her side to see her Venusaur looking at her with worry. She straightens herself up, wiping whatever it was in her eye. 
“A-ah! I must have zoned out huh? Let’s head back to town, hm?” she tries to prevent her voice from shaking, and tries her best to give her partner a reassuring smile. Venusaur Ava’s smile wavers a bit, feeling some more tears threatening to fall. She gets up immediately, turning away from her partner.
“I’m fine! Really! It’s getting late, so we should really get back,” 
She hates that she’s hiding from her Venusaur, she hates that she feels like she has to, but she does anyway. She can hear Venusaur sigh, and starts trudging along with her back to Addenfall Town. She makes a mental note to smother Venusaur with treats as an apology.
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Was I a good friend to her?
The question plagued her ever since she woke up the next morning. It left an empty feeling in her gut, and for once, she can’t push that thought out of her mind. 
“Of course I was,” she’d try to reason with herself, “ We’ve been friends since high school, why wouldn’t we be?” But it was never enough. The question repeated itself over and over in her mind, a wave a guilt would wash over her as she thinks back to every interaction the two had.
“ I should have paid more attention,” she would chastise herself later that day, “ I should have talked to her, should have been nicer to her- fuck and I was so quick to throw her away! What was I thinking-”
“Saur?” Once again, her Venusaur snaps her out of her thoughts, looking at her with such concern. The shame of hiding before crept up on her once more, and she leaned towards her partner, hugging it as she whispers,
“ I think I’m a bad friend.” Her voice was quiet, broken, and it took all her strength not to cry. Venusaur coos, gently tapping Ava’s back, as if to say “ That’s not true”. Now it’s Ava turn for disbelief. But she holds her Venasuar anyway. It gives her comfort, at least. That’s the best thing she needs right now.
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It would have been officially and week since Ava found herself in Addenfall. Still no Asra. Still no Scarlett. She refuses to believe Asra is dead. And she prays that Scarlett isn’t fully gone. She tried traveling through Silver Rise Forest, but it’s fucking cold, cold and cold. Literally one of the worst places for her and her grass types. And she tried getting through that joint, she really did. Didn’t help that it was so big. She had to cut her loses and hope for a miracle.
Addenall is still as nice as it ever was. She tries to help around where she can, but she finds herself going out for walks more than anything. It’s nice. Helps with her stress. But that isn’t always enough now is it? So imagine her surprise when she she walks out of town to see a Black Fox grunt harassing one of the townspeople. And righteous anger rages within her and she finds herself storming towards the damn grunt, ready for him to feel her wrath.
Good, she thinks. She needed an outlet.
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raainberry · 5 months
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Last Waltz
« A last dance refers to the final opportunity for someone to engage in or enjoy an experience before it ends. »
Spy!Yeji x Vigilente!reader
Angst
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synopsis - you and yeji’s ambiguous rivalry gets tangled in a last waltz
wordcount - 1.9K
T/W - Violence (?), Blood (mentions), Death (allusion but not really)
A/N - In celebration of Itzy’s latest banger and Yeji’s solo, may I present to you my latest piece of work that i finished half an hour ago but started two weeks ago. I did not mean for it to be as dark but alas, the voices. Too late Enjoy!
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You squinted your eyes as you looked through the glass ceiling.
It was hard to focus when your own reflection kept getting in the way, staring back at you within such an obscure silhouette.
You struggled to see past it at times, but the changes you witnessed were necessary. You needed to become someone else to take on such a mission.
Cold blood was the most difficult trait you had to develop, you hated feeling it running through your veins. It’s been years now, and you knew it would never go back to the way once was, back to normal: warm and senseless.
Now it seems as though it could only run in two extremes.
Ice cold, when facing the enemy. Whoever it was, you couldn’t bring yourseld to care. Getting them out of the way is all that matters.
Burning hot was a rare one. Losing your cool was something you forbid to yourself, or else you’d be as good as dead. It only happened twice, and twice you escaped death by what you could only take as pity.
If her tongue held itself back, her eyes made sure to let you know.
She could have easily killed you both times.
Third time’s a charm?
You wondered as you reminisced about Yeji’s figure the last time you’d crossed paths. She seemed so flawless from afar. The way her dress fit her body, an accomplice in the act she put on around all those unlawful citizens…
Both of you had a past, one that lead to very different paths until they became one in this hunt of evil.
The chase brought you together, got you close enough to dance around danger and betrayal for far too long.
As far as you “knew”, she was part of that ring, attached to that man’s arm like candy he waved around to subdue whoever he needed.
You couldn’t blame anyone involved, she was stunning. Strikingly gorgeous in both literal and figurative sense.
She wasn’t your target. She never was, but it seemed as though she decided to be. You always ended up fighting her instead of her boyfriend.
A too powerful ring leader, one that caused harm on a much bigger scale than any criminal should be able to.
You couldn’t help but wonder how she’d landed by his side.
Such talent. Such beauty. It was almost too pure of a stain in the midst of all this filth.
To some extent, it felt wrong to feel bad for her. You certainly regretted it when it caused you to lower your guard the first time. When you let that sweet, tempting smile lure you to the harmful consequences of a brainless heart.
Waking up in need of stitches to several spots on your face didn’t prevent you from lowering it again a second time, weeks ago. She’d become too familiar. You’d gotten too comfortable. The bathroom of an underground Gala would have become the stage to your public execution if it weren’t for the public itself.
“Get in my way again, I’ll take you out of it for good.” You remember hearing.
Her voice was distorted, taken over by the ringing in your ear as the cold tiles beneath kept you conscious.
The sound of her heels against them as she left… It was identical to the one that had followed you into this third meeting.
A once cold and deserted hotel in which heat and chaos had emerged as you made sure to take everything out of your way…
It was obvious there was no one to care for what was within these walls in years.
The curtains danced in the wind welcomed by the missing bay windows as you slowly walked alongside them. Each step offered a new view, new information to take in.
The moon highlighted the dust on the ground, various trash items undoubtedly accumulated by some brave and rowdy teenagers. You made sure not to kick any of it, mindful of your surroundings.
The dim emergency lighting made it difficult to assess them, but you remained focused. Broken chandeliers glimmered, fighting for your attention along with the detailed marble floors.
The design was sophisticated. A perfect, oddly beautiful ambush spot you’d willingly stepped right into.
All because of her.
The air suddenly felt cold on your face, allowing it to breathe after so long in that mask you proudly wore for years now.
It felt good. If only your lungs were allowed the same breath as the skin on your bruised cheeks.
You choked up, feeling a fifth punch landing on your jaw. Not that you kept count, you couldn’t even tell how many of your own fingers if you were to hold some of them up.
That girl could fight. She’d rightfully earned her title in your books, all you cared about at the moment was to make it out alive.
Not because you had to live, rather because you couldn’t give her the pleasure of seeing you surrender to her blows.
That kind of pleasure she only could relish from pride. It made your blood boil.
If you could just get everything to stop spinning… Maybe you could try to bruise that ego of hers.
“I have to say, Y/N, you got me used to better.” You heard her say. Her voice was distorted again. Almost unfamiliar if it weren’t for the echo in your mind. “Get yourself together.”
Her foot found your stomach, making you aware of how low you’d fallen. That last hit had sent you to the ground, and the kick only made you sink further into it.
The marble felt as good as it looked earlier; cold to the touch and so relieving to your burning, wounded skin, but the feeling startled you.
You couldn’t give up. Not against her.
So you listened to her, pushing yourself up to your knees, and sitting back on your heels. You were thankful she allowed it, but wondered what she had in mind.
Her eyes were darker than you remembered. They looked so pretty just a few weeks ago, you couldn’t blame yourself for falling for them.
“So much for not showing me mercy, Yeji.” A broken smile pulled on your lips in an attempt to taunt her.
Months of rivalry. You knew her patience ran as thin as a strand of her own hair.
“The spy I know would have broken my back already.”
The moonlight betrayed her cold features, shedding light on the way your words managed to get to her.
It was for a split second, but you caught that eye twitch. It filled your worn out body with hope. You still had a chance.
“Spy…?” She repeated, out of breath.
You knew this whole time? Or had you figured it out? If so, how? When?
She’s been undercover so many times before. This wasn’t her toughest job, but you sure made it difficult. As if getting in her way wasn’t enough, you’d now just revealed yourself to be a genuine threat to her mission.
In her eyes, it was a permission to kill.
“Get up.” She ordered through her teeth.
The weak chuckle you gave in response only riled her up. She didn’t know what was with you, but something made her want to push not only you but herself as well to your absolute limits.
Some vigilente popping out of nowhere, sabotaging plans she’d spend days on, ruining a reputation she spent years building within her division—she could never let you get away unscathed.
Much less alive now that you’d blown her cover.
Though, if this was the last time she’d fight you, she had to make the fun last.
She reached for the collar of the rough tactical gear you mainly wore to look the part, furrowing her eybrows at the feeling of the fabric.
She hated the sight of it. It was as though you were mocking her silently, replicating and treating her uniform as a mere costume.
Your body suddenly rose closer to her, her pull strong enough to hold it there as she stared right into your eyes.
“Fight me.”
If that last laugh of yours hadn’t used up most of your remaining strength, you’d have done it again.
Was she begging? It sure sounded like it. What you were sure of was she certainly intended for her words to come out as an order.
Unfortunately, her voice betrayed her the same way her eyes had.
“I know you’re doing this on purpose.”
You smiled. She knew you so well.
You’d caught enough of your breath to retaliate, grabbing her waist and leg in order to pull her to the ground.
She barely had time to blink that her back hit the floor, the latter knocking the wind out of her lungs. The bit of air she managed to gasp for was soon trapped when your arm found her throat.
You made sure to look into her eyes as you applied just enough pressure to make her panic. You wanted to see it; her desperation to stay alive.
It showed she was human too, despite seemingly doing her best to hide it for that character of hers.
“All I’m asking for…” You panted, “Is you get out of my way.”
Taking that ring leader down was another job her boss had assigned to her.
You… You’d assigned it to yourself the day his power spread enough to reach your family.
She always got the job done, and she was set on completing this one too, going so far as going undercover and infiltrating the ranks as the leader’s girlfriend.
Unfortunately for her plans, you promised to yourself that man would be ruined beyond one could imagine by your hands.
“I was looking forward to this.” She managed to croak out.
She struggling as much as you were, but her words made you lessen the pressure on her throat as they made you realize something.
So were you.
Your eyes were defiant against hers, yet no pity in sight. The blood felt cold in your veins, despite her ever so provocative smile.
A soft chuckle left your lips in disbelief. You finally managed to overpower her.
Yeji fought to even get a couple breaths in, but she wouldn’t be caught wasting a single second to overthrow her opponent. She exploited that second of vulnerability your own body displayed against your will.
Another blink, and her hands shoved you away from her before her boots launched you back to the ground.
It was a last effort kind of move on her part, although not in the desperate way you might think. She was set on putting an end to this rivalry tonight, and nothing could stop her.
This was the last effort she’d put into this side quest. Her last attempt at getting you out of the way for good. It had to be.
She dragged herself up, making sure to look down at you as she walked to your side, priding herself at how weak she’d rendered you.
The glow in her eyes was entrancing. The longer you looked into them, the more you confused the weak fluorescent light it came from as sympathy.
“I told you to get out of my way…” She taunted from above.
You could only stare at her, following her hypnotizing figure as she lowered a knee to the ground. You would have loved to look at her a little longer before your eyes fluttered shut under her touch.
It was light as a feather. Her fingers were so delicate all of a sudden, it almost erased the blood she’d spilled from your veins.
“Why didn’t you listen?” She whispered.
She could draw a small shape with the amount of it on your face that night.
Maybe it was the fruit of your imagination. A last attempt at hope from your weakened brain as it fought to stay afloat.
You swore you she’d drawn a heart before plunging it under the surface.
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rosemaidenvixen · 8 months
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Another prompt for the Halloween thing: TOH completely this time, The Collector is a lot more dangerous than he appears and when Luz and everyone get back to the Boiling isles to save everyone, there's the smell of decay and death in the air. The witches and demons are puppets. But not eating or sleeping for weeks has turned them into corpse puppets... And the Collector is still out there.
tw: graphic descriptions of corpses, vomiting
Ao3
“Over here guys, I think I see something!” Luz heard the others hurrying behind her as she rushed through the trees. After getting back to the Boiling Isles the six of them had wandered for nearly an hour before she’d spotted the glyph from King’s island carved into one of the trees.
Taking it as a sign she’d looked and found more of the same glyph, leading them deeper and deeper into the woods. Not knowing where they were leading, but not having any other markers they kept following.
And hoping with all her might that she was heading towards Eda and King.
Then at the crest of a hill, deep in the heart of the Bat Queen’s forest, she’d spotted the fabric tops of tents. Tents that all of them were now rushing towards.
As they got closer witches and demons peeked out of tents, expressions of terror turning to concern as they spotted them.
“Kids!?”
“What are they doing here?”
“How did they stay safe!?”
A witch pushed through the crowd towards them, a familiar witch.
“Raine!” Luz ran towards them.
“Luz, how are you here!? I thought you kids were trapped in the human real–” Raine shook their head “It doesn’t matter, here, all of you put one of these on,”
Raine handed out small medallions, each of them carved with King’s glyph. Now that she could stop and look for a second, Luz could see Raine wearing one as well. All the people were, King’s glyph was everywhere. Carved into trees and painted on tents and etched into jewelry.
Suddenly everyone started asking questions at once.
“Is this everyone? Are my dads here?”
“Why are you hiding out in the woods?”
“What’s going on with the Collector!?”
Raine held up a hand for silence, letting out a deep breath “We do have a large group of survivors here, but looking for a specific person will take some time–”
Luz scrambled towards them getting up close and personal “Survivors!? What did you survive!? Are Eda and King…”
Raine’s expression became tight “Eda and King are…secure. The Collector has latched on to King as their playmate, they’re keeping him close but he’s not in any danger. Eda…”
Their voice dropped low “Eda is stuck in her cursed form, but the Collector is very attached to her as well. They’re keeping her locked up in their archives, along with some other people including the former coven heads. I was with them for a while, then King taught me this glyph and I was able to escape. But don’t worry, Eda, King, everyone else the Collector’s imprisoned should be safe,”
“Safe…..?” Amity crept forward “What are they ‘safe’ from?”
Something flickered behind Raine’s eyes, so fast Luz nearly missed it “Don’t worry about that right now, let’s just get you kids some rest and something to eat,”
Luz just stared, mouth slightly parted and heartbeat stuttering.
She knew an evasion when she heard one.
From behind Camila stepped up and put an arm around her shoulders “Mija I know you’re worried, but I think we should listen to…Raine and try to get some rest before we make our next step,”
In some tiny corner of her mind Luz knew her mom was right, but she knew there was something awful going on and couldn’t stop thinking about what it could be. 
“Raine…”
Raine bit their lip and looked away.
Which was why it caught them off guard when another witch came running up.
“Head witch Whipsers, we’ve recovered more of them, they’re gathered in the big tent with all the others. We’re tracking down any next of kin right now and once we get the all clear we’ll begin the autopsies,”
Raine’s skin instantly went ashy. Luz felt her own face stretch into a mask of horror, and knew the others had to be the same.
“Autopsies!? Raine what’s going on!?”
“I…”
Abruptly Amity darted away from the group and ran in the direction the witch had come from.
“Amity wait!”
“We shouldn’t split up!”
“Come back!”
The rest of them raced after her, ignoring Raine and Camila’s shouts of alarm behind them. They followed Amity as she sprinted through camp, dodging past witches and demons as she went. Coming up to a large tent on the outskirts of the camp and darting inside.
Luz was just about to pull open the flap and head in herself when the most primal, gut wrenching scream she ever heard echoed from within. A sound so awful she almost couldn’t believe it came from a person.
It took her a few seconds to realize the sound was Amity.
She hesitated, looking back at all the others. They looked uncertain and frightened, but they stood their ground. Willow steeling her expression and giving Luz a single nod.
Luz nodded back before turning forward, taking a deep breath, and stepping inside.
She’d been preparing to face something utterly horrific, braced herself for it, but what she was inside seemed completely…normal, if not a little odd. The tent was full of rows and rows of people lying on the ground. For a second she wondered if this was some kind of infirmary, but none of the people were lying on beds, just straight on the ground. 
Ok so not an infirmary, was this some kind of…nap tent? But then why–
A second later she spotted Amity huddled kneeling on the ground right next to one of the reclined figures, sobbing into her hands.
They all moved towards her, Luz kneeling down to put a comforting hand on her shoulder “Amity what’s…”
It was at the moment Luz noticed the familiar grudgby uniforms on the people lying in front of Amity. And only a second after that did she recognize the people themselves.
“Boscha!?” She scrambled closer “What’s going on? Why are you…”
Luz trailed off when she realized that Boscha wasn’t responding, not so much as a twitch. She hadn’t moved the entire time Luz was in here, none of the people had.
On the ground Amity sobbed even harder.
Something cold and dense settled in Luz’s belly as she realized something was very very wrong here.
“Boscha…” Luz kneeled down on the ground, from behind she could hear the others talking in hushed whispers “Are you…ok?”
Again no response, Boscha stayed perfectly still staring up at the ceiling, all the grudgby players did. Something was off about Boscha, about all of them, besides their unnatural stillness, but she couldn’t figure out what.
Before she even realized what she was doing Luz found herself reaching towards Boscha’s arm–
The second her hand made contact she ripped it away with a screech, scrambling back on the ground, heart pounding.
“Luz!” Gus immediately stepped up behind her “What’s wrong?”
“I– I–” Luz couldn’t get enough air, heart pounding and hand clutched against her chest.
Boscha’s skin had been cold and slick, more than any person’s should be, it felt like touching a piece of plastic rather than a living breathing pers–
Her heart stopped, the world around her slowing to a crawl.
It finally hit her what was so off about Boscha and the grudgby team. They were completely motionless, eyes staring glassily upwards, no steady rise and fall of their chests.
Boscha and the grudgby team were dead. Everyone in this tent was.
The sound returned to her world with a pop, Amity’s sobs, Willow, Gus, and Hunter’s horrified shouts as they realized it to. Her vision filled with rows and rows of corpses–
Luz pitched to the side and vomited, hacking and spasming until she was coughing up bile. 
She was startled out of it by a gentle hand on her shoulder. Whipping around she saw Raine, the look on their face sad but not surprised. Still shaking, Luz allowed Raine to help her to her feet, from the corner of her eye she saw her mom had Amity, still sobbing, wrapped in a tight embrace. The other three were drifting around the rows, Willow and Gus’ expressions pale and drawn, Hunter’s face a cold mask.
It took longer than she thought but Luz managed to find her voice “Raine what happened!? Why are all these people…”
Raine shut their eyes and pulled in a deep breath “When people didn’t want to play with the Collector he’d put a spell on them that would turn them into puppets. At first we thought the spell put them in stasis. But it soon became apparent that it didn’t. And after several days without food or water those affected would starve to death,”
“And the Collector…just kept going?” Willow stepped up to them, face pale and eyes brimming “Doesn’t he care that he’s killing them?”
Raine’s expression became pinched “They do care…they just don’t understand what death actually is. They didn’t understand that they were killing people by turning them into puppets. And whenever their puppets start to decay they attempted to…fix them with their magic…”
Entire body cold now, Luz turned and looked around. Only now did she notice the various stages of decomposition on the bodies. Some were nearly pristine, like Boscha and the grudgby team, but others had skin discolored and missing in places, chunks of bone exposed. There was even one unfortunate person that was barely recognizable, scraps of purple and brown flesh clinging to black bones. Something that should’ve fallen apart from rot held together by unnatural power–
But no smell, they were surrounded by cadavers but Luz couldn’t smell anything. The stench of decaying bodies sealed behind the plasticy veneer left by the Collector.
Somehow in a tent full of corpses that was the most unsettling thing.
“The Collector was frustrated by their failures to ‘fix’ them,” Raine continued  “Fortunately they only used their puppet spell sparingly after that, and King was able to persuade them to–”
All of a sudden Raine clammed up.
Luz looked up at them sharply “Raine…what did King get them to do?”
Raine couldn’t meet her eyes.
“Just– just tell us,” Hunter stepped up to them “Just tell us or we’re going to imagine something worse!”
Raine swallowed hard, raised their head to look Hunter in the eye, and then spoke “King persuaded them to…practice their ‘fixing’ on the remains he found of the previous golden guards,”
Luz could actually see the wave of shock crashing through the group as they all staggered back, Hunter’s expression turning stricken.
Deep down Luz knew she should be freaking out along with the rest of them, but she couldn’t figure out how to make her body move.
Meanwhile Hunter had composed himself, or more likely shoved everything behind a mask of professionalism “So what happens when the Collector realizes that he can’t ‘fix’ the previous golden guards,”
Raine just looked down, not saying anything. And if they noticed Luz’s fingers digging into their arm as she clinged to them they didn’t react.
The Collector, a being who’d moved the moon with a flick of their finger, didn’t understand death. And truly didn’t understand what he was doing when he killed people and stitched them back together and sealed them under a layer of shrink wrap.
She’d fought demons, monsters, and Belos himself, but knowing there was a god-like child out there playing with people’s lives with all the carelessness of paper dolls chilled her to her core.
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susiephone · 1 year
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ok here’s my pitch for a Neverafter version of Dorothy Gale, because the part of my brain that likes to make Ever After High-style OCs will never die
Dorothy blew in from some world unknown to most of the Neverafter, to the region of Oz, when she was about 12. in some loops she’s returned home, but in others, she’s stayed. sometimes by choice, sometimes not.
in this loop, Dorothy is now in her late twenties
she’s an oathbreaker paladin, formerly in the service of Glinda the Good
as a girl, Dorothy was guided on her journey by the two good witches, and was promised that if she found the Wizard who ruled Oz, she could go home. she traveled through Oz, facing much danger, but found friends along the way - a Scarecrow who wanted a brain, a Tin Man who wanted a heart, and a lion who wanted some courage
of course, the Wizard of Oz turned out to be a charlatan, an ordinary man from Dorothy’s home, with no real power, ruling Oz with nice-sounding lies and parlor tricks
in kinder versions of the story, everyone got what they wanted anyway.
not this time. this time, they were just stuck with what they had.
Dorothy’s friends promised to shelter her, and they did. the four retreated back into the unruly and wild world they’d traveled through, resolving to carve out a life for themselves.
when she discovered the Wizard’s lies, Dorothy’s love of the Neverafter was tarnished, and her trust in what she’d been told began to decay
Glinda the Good Witch of the South, possibly out of pity, kindness, or ulterior motives of her own, took Dorothy under her wing, teaching her magic and combat. Dorothy took an Oath of the Ancients and became a paladin under Glinda
as she grew up, Dorothy tangled more and more with cruel and even violent witches and fairies, and began to turn her back on the “good” witches of the North and South.
eventually, Dorothy met Ozma, a young woman who was the true ruler of Oz, kidnapped at birth and raised by a witch named Mombi (possibly with influence from the Stepmother)
quickly becoming friends, Ozma and Dorothy vowed to take the world back from the oppressive forces controlling it
staging a coup in the Emerald City, they killed the Wizard and officially cut ties with the witches, with Ozma taking her throne back and Dorothy taking on the role of the Wizard, officially going oathbreaker
as the new Great and Powerful Oz (she feels weird when people insist on calling her that), Dorothy works to grant the wishes of her and Ozma’s subjects, learning all the magic and alchemy she can to try and protect them and make them happy
eventually, she and Ozma fell in love and got married, technically making Dorothy queen consort of Oz. just “Dorothy” is fine, though. “the wizard,” if you insist on being formal.
Dorothy and Ozma now rule an increasingly-crumbling Oz together as a power couple, with the Scarecrow as Ozma’s advisor and The Tin Man and Cowardly Lion leading their army. Ozma’s own companions, Jack Pumpkinhead and Tik-Tok, are in her own royal court.
Ozma is an artificer, with Jack and Tik-Tok both being warforged
Dorothy prefers to wear simple clothes that harken back to the clothes she wore on the farm of her childhood, but for special occasions, can be spotted in somewhat masculine emerald green formalwear (she leaves the dresses and jewels to Ozma). the only exception is her choice in footwear - heeled silver boots, which provide her protection from most magic.
she still has a small scar on one of her cheeks, from where one of the good witches kissed her. if she gets too close to anything too dangerous, the mark burns.
she has a broomstick (taken from the Witch of the West - rumor has it she picked it off the crumpled remains of her body) and an alliance with the flying monkeys
Toto, due to the magic of the Neverafter, is still alive. he’s the spoiled, happy little lap dog he always was, always at Dorothy’s heels. however, he’s also a useful familiar, as Dorothy will sometimes use him as a spy, looking through his eyes and using Speak With Animals to talkto him about what he’s heard and seen
meanwhile, Glinda and the other witches are starting to want their kingdom back...
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