#yeah I know I already drew there you are Hunter | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

stardust-kenobi · 1 year

Text

Blizzard

Crosshair x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Crosshair get stuck in a relentless snowstorm. A cave provides you shelter, but you’ll have to get close to survive.

Warnings: smut, LITERAL cock warming, (kinda) sub soft crosshair, fluffy

Word count: 2.1k

A/N: Y’all seen twilight eclipse? Yeah it’s like that…and Jacob’s lil comment about how he could warm her quicker if they took their clothes off. Also the logic may be nonsensical, so, forgive me.

Request for @crosshairs-wife 💕

Gif cred: @azertyrobaz

The piercing sting of cold upon your skin was almost fading away as you grew numb. Crosshair was only feet in front of you, but you were losing sight of him in the relentless blizzard. You’d gotten separated from the other guys, but they’d already signaled you on your comms that they had made it back safely.

“We can’t come for you yet. It’s too dangerous. Try and find shelter until the storm passes” Hunter’s voice cut through the weak comms signal in your ear. He was so worried, but knew you both were capable of survival.

It was an unpredictable planet with weather patterns unlike any other system. You hadn’t planned for a winter storm, so you weren’t dressed for the freezing temperatures, only making the situation more dire.

“T-there’s…a cave” Crosshair breathed heavily, shivering through his words. You couldn’t muster a response, and he could only assume you were following behind him. The cave was deep inside the base of the mountain, perfect for shielding you both from the brutal winds and freezing temperatures. It was only just barely visible to either of you, and you were thankful he saw it.

Throwing down your backpack, you both collapsed onto the dry ground of the covered fortress. There wasn’t much room, but you found yourselves huddled in opposite corners, still hanging onto your social norm of not touching one another, even in a state of uncertainty.

“We s-should get c-c-closer” You mumbled, but not without struggle. You had never bonded with Crosshair beyond being in the same squad, and you really didn’t think he even liked you. But that didn’t matter right now.

He nodded, as the desperation for warmth drew him into you, curling up against each other's bodies. His arm stretched over your body as if he tried to shield you from the conditions. It was uncharacteristic of him, but human instinct overcame you both, knowing it was crucial for survival.

“You’re freezing” You mumble with your shaking voice. He was arguably worse off than you were, but he wouldn't show it. Crosshair had been out in the cold a little longer than you.

“So are you” He rebutted. Sure, but you needed to make sure he found warmth soon.

“You need to take your armor off, it’ll only make you colder” You told him, knowing the metal would only trap the coldness against his body, and your body couldn’t feel the warmth of his own with the hard metal creating a barrier between your clothes and his.

Crosshair moved slowly to pull the armor from his body, and you watched as the shape of his form come to view.

“Your clothes are soaked from the snow, you-” He began, realizing that soon the moisture would freeze, trapping your body within it, “you’ll die”.

“I don’t have anything else to wear, Crosshair” You groaned in response, realizing your only other option was to strip down to nothing and cuddle up against him.

“I know that” He scoffed through the grit of his chattering teeth.

“Gods, you’re right. Just, try not to stare, please” You begged; feeling self-conscious already, but there was no time for that now.

He noticeably swallowed hard, anticipating the view that was to come. He’d never admit to you that you turned him on, but really, you drove him wild. It was always a skill of his to not show a single bit of that emotion when he was near you, but it was something he had to train himself to do, or else he’d blow his cover.

“I need help” You shamefully requested, the numbness of your fingers lacking the grip to pull your jacket and shirt from your body.

He hesitated, whether that was because he was nervous or because he was trying to process the words coming out of your mouth, it didn’t go unnoticed. His hands gently grab the bottom hem of your shirt and helped you maneuver out of it. Your bare breasts were exposed then to the frigid chill but somehow felt warmer now that you were out of the dampness of your material.

Through all the discomfort of the storm and the hell you'd been through, you still felt a tingle of tension between the two of you as you laid back to remove your pants. It was such a strange sensation to be warmer in your bare form, but this would help you from freezing to death.

Crosshair couldn’t take his eyes off of you, despite your plea to not be stared at. You had to admit you sort of liked it, though. The attention helped you feel less self-conscious, because surely he wouldn’t stare if he didn’t like the view, right?

You remembered something about survival that was going to be hard to suggest, but someone had to, “Skin to skin is the fastest way to warm each other” You shivered, “Please, Crosshair. I’m sorry to ask I j-” You begged helplessly.

“I’ll do it” He interrupted you. Crosshair wasn’t angry, he was eager. This shocked you, but you welcomed his eager attitude.

Quickly, he removed his clothing, keeping only his underwear, same as you. You were enamored with him, loving every inch of his body, and not attempting to hide your staring at all.

“Come here” He demanded, laying down next to you and wrapping his arm around your shaking body. The immediate encasing of his shielding body on you felt as close to a warm blanket as you could get right now.

“Oh maker…I don’t know how you feel warm but it’s helping”

“You feel warm too” He noted.

Your eyes met his as you looked up to him and something so unfamiliar came over you, an urge that made itself known so suddenly, but you leaned up, pressing your barely tingling lips against his.

He pulled away.

Oh no.

“What are you doing?” He snapped.

“I-” You choked on your own words, mortified and confused.

His eyes scanned your face and wandered your expression to try and read you. Crosshair wasn’t rejecting you, but he was rejecting the idea that you wanted him. It was simply too hard for him to believe. Things were always distant and tense between you two, but right now, stars...right now he wanted to fall apart for you.

Finally, after what felt like forever of nothing but the roaring of storms, he kissed you back. The passion that you felt through the motions of his lips sent a flash of heat through your veins, something you so desperately needed. As if by natural instinct, you reached to palm the growing bulge between his legs.

“I know how else we can get warm” You whispered against his lips.

He held your gaze, unbroken, and let his fingers float down between your legs, feeling the arousal pooled inside your panties. With only small rhythms of motions pressed to your clit, you whimpered. Crosshair couldn’t wait any longer, though, as his body begged for warmth. Something so primal in him did this because he knew he needed it to live, but something more intimate in him told him he just needed you.

Swiftly, you pulled his cock from his undergarments, and swung your leg over his hip, straddling him. His needing eyes scanned your face, looking for any uncertainty, but found none. He recognized that you were doing him an act of such deep kindness, but was so eager he pulled you fiercely into place. You knew he’d probably benefit from this more than you in terms of survival, but stars, you know you’d enjoy every second of him fucking you anyways.

No words could’ve described how euphoric he felt sinking into the warmth you provided him. It was more intense of a high than any spice the galaxy could offer. He groaned so loudly, equally satisfied with the feeling of any part of his body being wrapped in warm velvet, subsiding the numbness, and finally having you like this.

You winced, feeling the contrast of cold inside of you as you fully lowered yourself onto his cock. Trembling forceful fingers dug into your hips pressing you in place and refusing to let you move.

“Please, just, stay like this. For a moment” He begged, a desperate look replacing his usual scowled expression. He shuddered, eyes falling closed as he savored every second that passed.

You did as he asked, and wrapped your arms around his neck, and pulled his face into the crevice of your breasts. He groaned again, and a breathless whimper fell from your own lips as the fullness you felt overwhelmed you. It felt so good to do this with him, and it felt better to know how much relief you brought to him.

Even though he could’ve stayed buried inside you like this forever, you needed to move, needed to have that movement. Slowly, you sat up again, and curled your hips up and down, adding friction against your walls.

“Oh, Y/N” Crosshair whimpered so softly. This was a side of him you’d never expected to see, especially in this intimate situation. But then again, he never let you get close enough to him to even know. His desperation for relief transformed him, and it melted you.

“It feels so good, Crosshair” You praised, losing yourself as you fucked him faster. He seemed to be losing him as well, struggling to hold back any expression of his pleasure.

“So good for me, helping me like this” He breathed, looking up at you while you bounce your ass up and down on him. The motion was warming your body, working up your blood flow. The relief of warmth began flowing through the deepest part of your being, extending out to your skin, until all you cared about was being here with him at this moment.

“Stop" He mumbled suddenly, and you did just that.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, please, just stay still again" He begged. You sat deep into his lap, covering his entire length, "I want to feel you just like this. I want to see you"

Your ears couldn't believe what they were hearing. Never would you have guessed that he was so soft when he needed to be. His hands traced the shape of your body, traveling down the side of your waist. Then his grip moved to your breasts, taking one into his palm as he massaged your nipple. You threw your head back as the sensation sent a strange chill down your spine.

"Crosshair, Y/N, come in" The comms hummed in your ear, startling you out of the trance he had you in. It was Tech's voice, "Are you two alright"

"Better than alright" You responded, keeping your eyes on him beneath you. Crosshair smirked at you.

"I doubt that, considering you're trapped in a blizzard, but alright then" Tech responded, but accepted your response as a sign that you were alive, at least.

Without warning, and fueled by the strength you'd provided for him, Crosshair picked you up and laid you down. As he hovered above you, his cock still resting inside your cunt, he held the back of your head as he rested in on the rock floor of the cave.

He thrusted slow at first but picked up his momentum with a few motions.

"I'm going to come soon, but I want you to come on my cock first, darling" He asked, bringing his fingers to rub your clit again as he continued to fuck you.

"Fuck, right there" You cried, feeling your climax creep up so suddenly.

"Yeah?" He asked, knowing you were so close as you clenched around him, "Let go, it'll feel so good, Y/N"

Just then it burst open like an ignited flame, the fire spreading throughout your entire body. You cried out his name as your orgasm took over your movements and thoughts, helping your body reach an ultimate high. You'd never been fucked like this while coming at the same time, and it was almost too much for you to handle.

As you felt yourself come down from your high, he faltered in his movements, curses flying softly through his thrusts. The warm spill of his cum coated the inside of your walls, and he held himself there for a few more moments, taking every second that he could before he finally had to remove himself.

It was then that the blizzard began to break apart and subside, the outside of the cave becoming more visible. You situated yourself propped against the wall of the cave, and Crosshair did the same, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, huddling together through the very end of the storm that put you here.

"We're going to have to help each other back into these clothes when the boys pick us up" You broke the silence that you both savored after your releases, "that might be a hard one to explain"

"Only I should see you like this" He snapped, sudden jealousy taking over his tone as he imagined any of the others enjoying this sight of you like he has. That was the Crosshair you expected.

You smirked, omitting a response as you leaned into his body, trying to enjoy every last second you had with him before things likely went back to normal.

You hoped that they wouldn't.

——

A/N: feedback and comments are always so encouraging and appreciated. If you enjoyed this, please let me know❤️

#crosshair #crosshair tbb #the bad batch #tbb #crosshair x reader #crosshair x fem!reader #f!reader #smut #fluff #requested #stardust-kenobi #crosshair x you #crosshair x y/n #Star Wars smut #clone wars #clone force 99 #crosshair x you smut #my work

663 notes · View notes

rainydaydream-gal18 · 7 days

Text

(Bad Batch) Wrecker x Reader: The Gift

Word Count: 1,178

Warnings: Fluff, pining

Author's note: This one goes out to the Wrecker girlies!!! And anyone else who could use some Wrecker content.

You clutched the folded-up cloth tighter in your hand, waiting at the bottom of the steps for a certain Bad Batcher to come walking by after dinner. As you waited, you were granted the soothing pleasure of watching the sky turn all sorts of vibrant shades as the sun began to dip below the horizon. The air was still warm: the evening chill hadn’t begun to set yet. You leaned over the stone wall to peer down at how the ocean shone with reflections of the sky.

With the return of Crosshair, and the whole squad safe and sound- not to mention happy- Pabu was starting to feel like home to you. The peaceful days that passed were precious to you. You treasured each moment you spent with the squad, and it shed a new light on a particular someone.

Afternoons were spent sitting side-by-side on the docks with him, fishing in the sun. You both helped out with different projects around the community, and when you did take breaks, you took them together. Sometimes the two of you would dig into a picnic basket that you’d packed for lunch, or take a dip in the crystal waters, or just sit in the sand talking and joking around.

You found yourself hardly anywhere but at his side, and him at yours. It felt like the most natural thing in the world. Wrecker always had a warmth about him that you liked. You always thought he was handsome, and you couldn’t deny that you felt your face heat up and heart pound anytime he was near… But there was hardly time to explore that. The squad had been on the run for so long, and you were always worried about the dynamic that these feelings would bring to the team.

This time on Pabu gave you the chance to simply be with him. To exist together. To find out more about not only him, but yourself. It was all new to you. Life was simple there, happy, and for a short while you could forget about the insanity that had taken over the rest of the Galaxy. You could forget about the danger that the squad was truly in.

The familiar gaits of your squad were coming down the steps. You turned around, keeping the folded item behind your back. Hunter, Crosshair, Wrecker and Omega were making their descent, all with smiles on their faces after a filling dinner. Hunter paused in front of you first, giving you a curious look.

“You good?” he asked. To be fair, you had left dinner early. You’d mustered up the courage to grab the gift from your quarters and wait for the opportunity to give it to its intended recipient.

“Yeah, thank you.”

Crosshair chewed on a toothpick, passing by you with a simple nod in your direction. It was brief but sincere. Omega was at his heels with Wrecker beside her, and the two of them beamed when they saw you.

“Hey, ______,” she greeted.

“Hey! Missed you at dinner!” Wrecker said. He gave you a nudge. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah…Actually, could I have a moment with you?”

“You can have as many as you’d like!” he chuckled. Omega already knew about the gift, since you’d given her one not too long ago. She gave you a knowing look, waving at you both kindly, as she continued on her way to catch up with Hunter and Crosshair.

“What’s up?” Wrecker asked

You hesitated, suddenly feeling shy as you had his full attention. “I got you something. I don’t know, it might be a little silly…but, here.” You held out the item, embarrassment and excitement wrestling inside you. Wrecker unfolded and held it up to get a better look.

“Aww, it’s Lula!” he exclaimed, turning the shirt around. “How-? Where’d you get this?”

“There’s a shop on the lower levels that prints designs on T-shirts,” you explained happily. “Omega and I drew one up for you. She had one made that was similar.”

Wrecker grinned at you. “It’s the best shirt ever!” He moved forward to wrap his arms around you, giving you a tight squeeze that made you laugh. “Thank you!” You wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him back, so relieved that he liked the present. It felt like he might never let you go, but then the embrace did come to an end. You felt his cheek brush against yours briefly as he carefully put you back down. “So, uh, what’s the occasion?”

He looked a little nervous, like perhaps he had forgotten an important day.

“It’s just because,” you said. “I appreciate your friendship. You’re so fun, and thoughtful, and I really like our talks.”

His eyes softened as he listened to your words, regarding you with a tenderness that you saw in him often. Wrecker gave a quiet chuckle. “I like spending time with you too,” he said. It appeared as if he wanted to say more, but no words came. He simply gazed back at you in this way, and you found yourself unsure of what to say next.

“Uh, anyway…” You ran a hand over the stone railing beside you idly. “I have some errands to run before dark. I’ll see you around.”

“Need any help?”

You shook your head, smiling in appreciation of his offer. “It’s alright, nothing major. Thank you though, Wreck.”

“Sure, sure.” He rubbed the back of his neck and watched you take the next stairway towards the market.

Wrecker looked back down at the shirt after you left, running his thumbs over the soft material. He couldn’t wait to wear it the next time the two of you hung out. He headed back to where his squad had gone, finding just Hunter and Crosshair seated in a common area with a bonfire going. Omega appeared to have already gone to bed for the night.

Crosshair was the first to notice what was in Wrecker’s hand. “What’s that? A gift?” There was no mistaking the subtle teasing in his tone.

“Uh, yeah.” Wrecker took a seat. “She got one for Omega too.”

“That doesn’t negate the fact,” Hunter said with the hint of a smile.

Wrecker looked at him. “What fact?”

“The fact that the girl is crazy for you,” Crosshair replied with the roll of his eyes, irritated that his brother was obviously feigning obliviousness. He wasn’t about to let his sibling off that easily. “And you are for her. So, what’s the hold up?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Wrecker grumbled, folding his arms in a stubborn sort of gesture. “There’s no hold up.”

Hunter and Crosshair exchanged looks, both raising a brow, but said no more on the matter. Wrecker leaned back to watch the bonfire while these things went through his mind.

Of course he felt that way about you. Of course he’d wanted to bring it up for ages, but it never seemed to be quite the right time, so he just carried on as usual.

Maybe it was time to change that.

69 notes · View notes

bunnysbrainrot · 8 months

Text

If You Change Your Mind

Relationship: Dean Winchester x Reader, friends(?) to lovers

Summary: For about half a year, you’ve hunted alongside the Winchester brothers to find a purpose in their ‘family business’. But, it seems that Dean’s harsh attitude is driving the two of you away from one another. What happens when that tension breaks, and his truth is revealed?

A/N: I plan on writing more for this, so expect more to come!

No content warnings, just some tension!

Though you had been working alongside Sam and Dean for a few months, practicing your skills as a hunter, your relationship with the older brother hadn’t been the easiest. Dean had a talent of being condescending even without words, which was discouraging to your hard work. Sure, you hadn’t been a hunter nearly as long as Dean, but hell, you were trying your damn hardest to improve. Sam, when you had brought it up, explained that Dean had a ‘hard time opening up’, which you knew better than anyone, at this point.

In the beginning of your working with the brothers, you had taken a liking to Dean, to put it lightly. His rugged demeanor and nonchalant attitude drew you in. He knew how to have a good time, had an amazing sense of humor, and could flirt with anyone as easy as breathing. All except for with you. Somehow, when Dean was with you, he couldn’t find the right way to approach… anything.

That is, until a hunt last week. It was a simple salt and burn, out in the countryside of Georgia. Dean had been distant, only speaking when necessary, but growing frustrated with you for futile reasons. Eventually, the two of you had a full blown argument: you pleaded with him to be more patient, that he was being too harsh on you as a new hunter. For Dean, he was rambling on how much of a ‘dumbass’ you were, getting too risky on hunts.

After that argument, you kept quiet. Ever since then, Dean barely looked at you, let alone said any words your way. Eventually you realized the toll it had taken on you, leaving you feeling out of place and drained. If it weren’t for Sam encouraging you to confront Dean, you considered planning on heading back home, if it could even be considered that anymore.

Taking a deep breath as you walked into the bunker, you spotted Dean seated at a long mahogany table, legs kicked up as he scrolled through his phone. While you were out you picked up food, burgers to be more specific, unintentionally Dean’s favorite. You had picked up orders for both brothers, since you didn’t go out on your own errands too often. Approaching the table, heart racing slightly wilder than before, you placed the paper bag near Dean, took out your own food, and began to walk off. A silent olive branch, the Dean Winchester way.

His voice rang throughout the room as you walked off, stopping you in your tracks.

“So, what? You’re just gonna ignore me, is that it?”

You turned to face him now, heart in your throat at the confrontation. Dean didn’t make this shit easy by any means. Confrontation was already difficult as is, and the eldest Winchester son challenged that further.

“I think you made it pretty clear you didn’t want to be talked to, Dean,” your voice was shaky despite the firm sentence you chose. Dean narrowed his eyes at you before taking a swig of his beer.

“Just been going through a lot lately, I guess,” his tone was terse, like there was a dam of emotions waiting to burst open. “Yeah, I’ve been a little distant, but you gotta stop thinking it’s all about you.”

Something in you snapped at that, glaring at Dean as you replied, “That’s bullshit and you know it. Everything changed after that shapeshifter hunt a few weeks ago. You’ve barely said a word to me. And that case out in Georgia only made it worse.”

Dean looked at you for a moment, studying your expression and sudden reaction to his remarks. He nodded as he listened, but you knew it wasn’t him taking it in. It was the specific Dean nod that meant he was ready to unleash how he felt. The pursed lips said it all.

“Fine. Maybe I have been ignoring you. There’s some truth there, but trust me. You have no idea why I’m doing this. You probably think it’s because I’m mad at you for screwing up, but it’s more than that.”

“Then, what is it?” You demanded, eyebrows raised as you awaited a better explanation.

“It’s for a reason.”

“And what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Honestly? I don’t want to see you get ganked just because you’re a dumbass on a hunt.”

That remained to be his only response for a long pause. “I think you don’t care about your life as much as others do, so yeah… that pisses me off a bit.”

“Pisses you off so much that you treat me like I don’t exist,” you muttered, but he had already caught your retort. Dean’s jade green eyes darted to you. But, for a good while, he never gave a reply.

“If this is the way you show you’re concerned,” you began, “then maybe it would be good to learn some ‘people skills’.”

He sucked his teeth, looking away with a smug smile. Your eyebrows knitted together in frustration at him. Dean stood from his spot, walking over to you. You always forgot just how impressive he was until he stood toe to toe with you - his muscular physique and sharp features had always made you nervous, and the sensation they sent through you now was beyond confusing. It was hard to tell if your stomach was turning over itself or if your senses were distorted from this man staring you down.

“Oh I know people, don’t get me wrong,” he started, his voice lowered, “and believe me, I know more about you than you think.”

Your eyebrows arched in confusion at this, mulling over in your head at what the hell he could’ve meant.

“What…?”

“Oh, you were easy to understand. Practically see through. I knew what you wanted from the start,” Dean seemed to be speaking more clearly now, that hidden kernel of resentment now popping open.

“Listen, I’m just telling you this now, this whole ‘lovey dovey’ crap doesn’t mix well with hunters. You wanna bang? Better find someone on the road. Now for me… that’s when shit gets complicated.”

You could hardly wrap your head around what he was saying, noticing that he was far more than two steps ahead of you in this. Your throat was taught, straining to respond to him.

“Nothing is getting in the way, Dean. You’re seeing this all wrong.”

He shook his head, prodding his pointer finger into your collarbone. “You know that’s bullshit. And I’m telling you… that I know how complicated this would get if things went any further.”

It’s not like you had high hopes to begin with, but now it shattered completely. You looked to the ground, unable to form what you wanted to say.

“How do you know that?”

Dean replied, “Well, item number one… I’m pretty sure you just confirmed your feelings, but item number two, it just would.”

His tone had shifted to something slightly playful, but you didn’t break into a smile just yet. Your head spun as you thought about where this would lead to.

“But what if it doesn’t? What if it works out?”

The hunter looming over you stayed silent, eyes scanning the floor between you. His voice when he spoke next was hushed, almost a whisper.

“Because it would make losing you worse.”

For a split second, time seemed to stop.

“What do you mean?”

He looked at you once more, intently into your eyes as he explained, “In this line of work, getting close to someone is a damn luxury. That’s something I can’t have. Not in a million years, and definitely not with you.”

You opened your mouth to reply, but he cut you off.

“I’ve been a dick, I get it. And listen… I know you didn’t deserve that, and that’s completely on me. And it didn’t help that I didn’t tell you before.”

The only thing the two of you could hear was the faint buzzing of the lamp on the table.

“I don’t trust myself enough for it. If we’re too close, that makes us vulnerable, and the last thing any of us need is a new weak spot for those evil sons of bitches out there.”

Now with a heavier heart, you looked at Dean, unable to look anywhere but his eyes. A sad light had taken over his expression, more emotion than you had seen from him in weeks.

“I,” he said in a hushed tone, “listen…. I want this. You. If I knew that this could work, and everything would be okay, I would take that chance in a heartbeat.”

Something mixed inside of you, a strange muddled feeling of heartbreak and hope. Where did this leave them? What happens now?

“But,” your head snapped up at attention, “it’s not like I don’t wanna try. I’m just… shit, I’m scared to death of what could happen.”

A feeling in your gut tugged at his words, the weight of the truth in them. Dean let out a long breath, seeming to gain his composure. You noticed how his demeanor changed while he stood in front of you - from one of a fierce man, to one so vulnerable.

“Dean,” you started, hoping to give him some sort of comfort. You could only imagine how difficult this was for him, but there wasn’t the faintest idea of what to say to make this situation better.

“Well, I guess we know how we feel about each other. At least, a little.” There was a sense of hope in those words, like the optimism of your tone would change this discouraging outcome. “And, if you ever change your mind, about this whole ‘us’ thing not working, I think you’ll know where to find me.”

The words hung in the air.

“You would know it better than anyone, Dean.”

————

Chapter 2 is up! Thank you for reading!

#dean winchester #dean x reader #spn #supernatural #supernatural smut #supernatural fanfiction #friends to lovers

264 notes · View notes

uncouth-the-fifth · 1 year

Text

Mandy Davis, you punk ass bitch - Sam Winchester/Reader (for #samweek2023)

read it on ao3. masterlist.

Pairing: Sam Winchester/Reader. Tags/Warnings: just fluff! Word Count: 2k Notes: for @ghostsam and @suncaptor's Sam Winchester Appreciation Week :) happy birthday baby boy!!! ily ily ily <;3 Ask to be added to my taglists for future posts!

The alarm clock in Bobby’s guest bedroom was a little busted, so you weren’t crazy confident that it could get you up at midnight like you wanted. True to form, you were hauled ass-first out of sleep a little after two in the morning, and staggered out of bed bleary-eyed and cursing.

What kind of sick freaks tortured themselves like this? Very, very dedicated girlfriends. Just like you’d predicted, the other side of the bed hadn’t been touched. Sam was probably still downstairs, straining his neck over a book and adding to his exhaustive research notes. Totally clueless. You groped around the floor for the spare pajama pants you’d stolen from him ages ago and hopped into them as quietly as you could. The house was serene but not quiet, filled with the natural creaks and sighs of the old wood and the flutter of the loose siding in the breeze. You knew it would be impossible to stay silent on the stupid ancient stairway, but you were determined not to wake Dean. There was no way you were letting him beat you to this like he had last year. Pouring all of your hunter chops into the task, you snuck down the stairs like a goddamn ghost, and made sure to throw Dean’s door two gloating middle fingers in the dark. Eat that, Winchester.

Every inch of the first floor was covered by safe blue darkness, except for a teeny circle of buttery lamplight that you followed to the kitchen. Before you turned the corner, you made bets with yourself about how Sam would be sitting: hunched completely over the kitchen table, that’s for sure, probably rubbing at his aching neck and glaring at what he was reading.

When you were close enough to see, you let your footsteps be heard so as not to scare him. Man, you were good. The same angle you’d pictured and everything.

Sam pried his face away from his research and squinted at his watch, then at you, sheepish. “Oh, hey… sorry. I promised that I’d be up hours ago.”

You knew he was already finding ten ways to beat himself up over it, so you drew yourself towards him with an understanding smile. “No sweat,” you waved it off, “I’m glad you’re still up. It means I get to do this.”

The first chance you got, you pounced on him, sliding up behind his chair and squeezing your arms around his shoulders. Sam made a pleased little sound that quickly became embarrassed—you scooped up his face and started smushing noisy kisses everywhere you could reach. Sam pretended to squirm and groan for your benefit, but he was a lousy actor. Just a few kisses melted him like butter.

As he relaxed, so did you. Sam wrapped a loose hand around your wrist, and you gave him one more deep kiss on the cheek. “Happy birthday, Sammy.”

“So that’s where this is coming from,” Sam realized. He started scrubbing sleepily at his eyes, sighing and laughing without humor, “God, I didn’t even know it was May.”

You hid your evil smile in Sam’s hair. “So… I take it I beat your brother to saying it first?”

“You did,” Sam confirmed. Just by hearing his voice you knew he had on that small, dopey smile that he reserved only for you.

“Fuck yeah,” You hiss in victory. You put on a whole show to get a laugh out of him, pumping your fist and salsaing in a happy circle.

A few tired chuckles seep out of your boyfriend. He sounds beyond exhausted, and you’ve got it so bad for him that just that makes your heart throb with sympathy. Feeling stupid and in love and obsessed with him, you fall down into the closest empty seat and take Sam’s hand, wishing more than anything that the whole world would throw him a party. He deserved so much more than what this shitty world ever gave him. Even the small gift you’d managed to pull together for him didn’t feel like enough.

“I have two gifts for the birthday boy,” you tell him, holding up two important fingers. “Do you want to open them both right now?”

Sam has had a sum total of two good birthdays in his entire life, so he props a hand on his thigh and shrugs. He’s never been very eager to make a thing out of May 2nd. “Whatever you wanna do.”

You make a sound like an incorrect gameshow buzzer. “Wrong! Birthday boy makes the decisions today.”

There it is. Sam cracks an even bigger, shier smile, sinking into his seat a little bit. “Okay, okay,” he relents, “...Can I open them now?”

“Of course you can,” you flirt, and start to feel around under the table. It is your greatest joy in life to mess with Sam, and for a moment you’re flooded with that joy when you find the gift with your hand, pull it loose from where you taped it, and slap it onto the table.

Sam’s face blooms with amused disbelief. He’s been grinding away at these books for hours, and of course, his birthday gift was right under his nose this entire time. “You masterminded all of this, didn’t you?” He guesses, smile growing, “Is the second one under my chair? Behind my ear or something?”

“Close,” you admit, and gesture him in. Dutiful as ever, Sam listens, only to be pulled into a deep, loving kiss. “She’s right here,” you murmur.

It’s a really dorky gift to give him, but more than anything you want this day to be special for him. Underneath all the teasing attitude you’re throwing around, you’re overwhelmed with the urge to do something for him, to make up for the myriad of shitty birthdays he’s survived, and the strength of it could pulverize every monster in the whole damn state. A content hum drains out of him. You kiss him like you could squeeze the fear out of him with your hands, curling your fingers through the tufts of hair at his neck and stroking his scalp.

When you draw back, Sam’s face is bright red. He gives you this bashful look like he’s never in a million years been kissed like that, and instead of getting smug, you just feel plain happy. “I love it,” Sam confesses, “That’s the best birthday gift I’ve ever been given.”

You’re sure that’s not a tough race to beat, but hey, it’s nice to hear. Sam gives your hand a sweet squeeze before scooping your actual, physical gift off the kitchen table. The gift-wrapping resources at Bobby’s house were pretty lacking, so you got creative with some paper bags, twine, and markers, wrapping your gift in the paper and then drawing stars all over it. Sam stares at it for so long that you consider making fun of him, but even the stupid impromptu wrapping paper you came up with is something he’s never had before. You’d kind of hoped that he’d just tear into it, but Sam takes the time to carefully untie your twine knot to keep the paper intact, his long fingers moving delicately along the string.

Packed inside the paper is a set of envelopes. They have teen-you written all over them, from the color of the envelopes, the glitter pen your decorated them with, and the old stickers all over the sides. Some are creased and folded awkwardly, others have smeared pen and peeling stickers. Every single one has Sam’s name written on one side.

“This is your handwriting,” he notices, curious. “...What are these?”

“These,” you enunciate, trying to contain your excitement for his reaction, “are all the love letters I wrote for you in high school.”

Pure delight slowly transforms Sam’s face. His jaw drops, and the second he realizes the absolute treasure trove of glorious teenage embarrassment he’s holding, he slaps the letters protectively to his chest. “No—way,” he gapes, eyes sparkling. “No. There’s no way. There’s no way in hell you’d ever just give me such quality blackmail material like this.”

But you did, because for whatever reason you’re totally into this loser. Those letters are full of the cringiest, sappiest writing one can possibly imagine, back when you’d convinced yourself you were a poetry-writing god and were utterly obsessed with Sam. (Well. Some things never change, but). The two of you hadn’t started dating until much later, so you figured he’d love to see just how long he’s been driving you insane. And, yeah. Blackmail material. If anyone else but Sam ever read these, the galactic weight of your embarrassment would instantly blink you out of existence.

“That’s how much I love you,” you tell him, shrugging. That simple.

The biggest, dorkiest grin takes up his whole face, and you force yourself to relax, happy to know you’ve at least given him this one thing. Without hesitation, he fishes the first letter out of the pile and carefully peels it open. The actual letter is on plain notebook paper, and, to Sam’s utter delight, is also penned in glitter.

He clears his throat and reads the heading. “Ooh. March 6th, 1998.” His smirk is a little too evil for your liking, “We would’ve been in… tenth grade?”

You shove your face in your hands and groan.

“Dear Sam,” he says, in a high, girly voice. You smack him on the shoulder for the shitty impression of you, which just makes the laughter splitting his sides even louder. “Today, I saw Mandy talking to you by your locker—”

“Oh god.”

“She doesn’t even try to hide her stupid crush on you,” Sam reads, biting back giggles. “At least I’m subtle about it.”

Not true. You were not at all subtle about it. God, this is torture… But it’s been a long time since you’ve heard Sam sound this happy.

“I swear, Sammy, I wanted to punch her lights out so bad. She doesn’t even know you, or your family, or what we’re all really like.” Sam throws you a mean little smile at this next part, “Nobody knows you like I do.”

He loves to fuck with you just as much as you love to fuck with him, so, of course, this sends Sam into a full-body fit. He’s bent over the table wheezing for breath just a couple minutes later. You try to hold on to your shame, you really do, but he’s just too damn cute. Sam never laughs like this anymore.

You stuff your blazing hot face into his shoulder, pouting. “Are you happy, now that you’ve humiliated me?”

Sam slouches back in his chair, his whole face bright with humor. He’s so happy that he pulls you out of your chair and loops you into his lap, where you can feel every bit of his bassy laughter seeping through your back. A big, long arm seals around your waist and keeps you close to him, and while you’re distracted by his warmth and hands and cologne, he’s trapped you.

“I am,” Sam confesses, and it’s even more embarrassing how your whole body floods with butterflies. “Think you could keep reading these to me? I wanna hear them in your voice.”

Pfft. Okay. Whatever. With his stupid cute face. “Sam…” I warn.

“Authenticity! And hey,” he budges you, “I thought the birthday boy makes the decisions today?”

You make a face, just to remind him who he’s testing here. But he’s giving you the same pretty, boyish smile you wrote about in these letters a hundred times, the tension in his body gone, and the whole world is quiet just for the two of you. And yeah, it is his fucking birthday.

Sighing, you find the spot where Sam left off. He thanks you with some kisses to your shoulder that make you consider writing poetry about him all over again, and the two of you snuggle close.

“Sleep with both eyes open, Mandy Davis, you punk ass bitch. I know where you live!”

taglist: @samssluttybangs @cookiemumster1 @lacilou @cevans-winchester @leigh70 @seraphimluxe @emily-roberts @emme-looou @aloneatpeace @williamstop @ornella0910 @chaoticshepardplaid @dakota-dream @lcvecstiel @goghkiss @spnexploration @stoneyggirl2 @urm0mmmbbg @mulattomoon

#samweek2023 #sam winchester appreciation week #sam winchester week #sam winchester #uncouthspn #user uncouth #spn #supernatural #sam winchester x you #sam winchester x reader

300 notes · View notes

galaxygorl-does-stuff · 3 months

Text

✨🌈darly boxman lore dump🌈✨

for those of you who don't know, The Darly Boxman Show is a short video made by gooseworx prior to tadc (you should watch it if you haven't already pls its really good, cw for eye contact)

it's connected to the Pink City universe (so like elain the bounty hunter and stuff) and is an in-universe kids show that follows Darly Boxman, Mimlimim, and milkpooch as they do weird stuff

more under the cut because this is going to be long

if you're reading this then beware you are about to dive into my crazed ramblings about a guy who has a lot of shit going on actually

actors in the darly boxman show

So, as mentioned before, the darly boxman show is a show in the pink city universe starring Darles nemeni as darly boxman, Thlouretta Gudds as mimlimim, and milkpooch as itself

(image 1 bright colors cw and image 2 eye contact cw)

milkpooch and mimlimim look the same out of the show, but darles looks a little different:

you may be wondering, "his normal eyes look so much friendlier than the box eyes why'd he do that lol" and the answer is.....

✨⭐nobody knows⭐✨

his eyes just kinda change when he puts on the box, its some "wacky cartoon logic that can't be explained" according to gooseworx

Hoonis Boogie's obsession

Hoonis boogie is the moon looking guy hugging the tv (see below). He is the host of the annual ghost of the year event. Hoonis most likely constantly rewatches the show, and wants to be "as good a host as [darly]." (sadly I couldn't find much information on this)

Darles nemeni's daughter

darles nemeni had a life apart from the darly boxman show (more or less), so lets talk about that. Starting with the fact that he has a daughter (:0 whoag) and her name is Bep nemeni

Darles mainly wanted a child to continue his legacy with the darly boxman show. Bep didn't like this and now runs an adult talk show and loudly hates kids shows.

Comic gooseworx made about darly and bep here <- link

What happened to darles

You may have noticed I said darles *had* a life apart of the darly boxman show. If you skip past the credits of the youtube video, there's a message.

The current pink city year is 2025. Darles has been missing for ~20 pink city years.

There are canonically 401 darly boxman episodes in universe and the show was running for ~15 years

However, signs are pointing to either darly coming back or hoonis going missing with him.

Since we more or less know how the eyes work with the box head, it's likely that hoonis and darly will interact at some point.

here's some more trivia that I couldn't figure out how to work into this post:

it's a kids show that wasn't really a kids show

I hit the image limit but at some point gooseworx drew darles being dragged somewhere screaming "no I don't wanna go to therapy" with the caption "he was on the verge of a creative breakthrough"

Anyway yeah darly boxman lore post because I'm fixating a little bit yay

#idk how to close this off #this took like 2 hours #darly boxman #gooseworx #pink city #hoonis boogie #bep nemeni #darles nemeni #gooseworx pink city #gooseworx darly boxman #long post

35 notes · View notes

thejediscrolls · 9 months

Text

You Drew Stars

Hunter x Jedi reader

A choice will be made.

Angst

Pt 8 to You Drew Stars

“Omega?” Hunter called out for the young girl once again.

He’s lost track of the time he has spent looking for her and that was only because he was on the other side of the island when Wrecker brought this to his attention. She’s been disappearing and quiet a lot lately and of course he knew the reason why. How everyone could see the once bright girl was no longer cheerful, but how could she be?

Hunter knew he was close to finding her. There was only three known spots of hers that she could be at and he could already sense her presence and the way her heartbeat picked up the closer he got.

“I know you’re here, kid.” Hunter sighed as he stood along the cove, “You’ve been distant all day... Longer than that.” He whispered the last part, “Everyone is worried about you. Wrecker hasn’t even gone near fishing, said he’s been waiting for you.”

She didn’t want to respond, she just couldn’t get the words out. She just wanted to enjoy the waves of the ocean gently hitting the shoreline alone.

Another breath left Hunter’s lips when he earned no witty response in return, “Kid… What’s wrong?” He asked, his tone more gentle and soft spoken.

Omega huffed at the persistency of her brother even though she knew that he meant well.

“It’s been three months…” Omega finally answered as she poked at the sand with a stick, “Three months, thirteen days-”

Hunter could barely see her small form hiding around one of the rocks by the cove.

“And six hours… I know kid.” He sighed as he took in the beautiful sea before him.

Hunter hated to admit it out loud, but he had been counting the days as well.

There was a moment of serenely, a pause before Omega spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper, but Hunter heard. His enhanced hearing could be a blessing and a curse.

“It’s different.” She whispered.

“What is?” Hunter already knew the answer, but this is the most he’s heard from her since…

“Everything!” Now her voice raised as frustration and anger took over her form.

For a second she reminded him of Crosshair as he watched the stick she was holding fly into the air and into the shallow depths of the ocean before reappearing to float away.

Hunter had an ache in his chest knowing that they would have gotten along quite well if only Crosshair had given them a chance…

“Everything’s different. I can’t sleep because I don’t have her stories to listen to. I don’t like the food because it’s not hers. I always forget to tie my short or brush my hair. Everything is at a standstill here and-” She huffed as she ran a hand through her hair, “I can’t…”

He let the young girl rant, choosing to sit on the opposite side of the rock.

Hunter knew what the kid was going through. He has put up a pretty good front to the new community that they’ve been gracefully accepted into as well but… He hasn’t felt like himself either.

Day by day the realization that his General was truly gone chipped away at his nerve, piece by piece. Yet he still tried to hold on and be a leader from his family even if one of them was… Gone.

“I miss my mom.” Omega said finally, her voice trailing off into a quiet whisper.

Hunter closed his brown eyes, leaning his head back against the rock. The sun felt warm against his skin, but did little to warm the empty m chill in his heart.

“I know kid…” He repeated those words to her and they were once again left in that numbing silence.

I know…

That’s all he can say at this point.

If only he could just bring her back…

He would…

“She would have liked it here.” Hunter murdered.

Omega let out a broken laugh as she wiped away her tears, “I think it’s a bit too peaceful for her.”

Hunter chuckled, “I suppose you’re right. For a Jedi she is-was quite adventurous.”

“Yeah…” Omega agreed.

“Come on. Wrecker wanted to show you something.” Hunter said as he stood up, “Like I said, he’s been waiting all day for you. I think you’ll like it.”

As he held his hand out towards her and he could only hope that Wrecker will be able to take the poor girls mind off of her loss, at least for a little while.

Maybe he could grab a drink. That seems to work these days.

…

It was the beeping that startled me at first.

The sound rang through my ears, echoing through the darkness I saw. I didn’t notice it at first, but panic quickly settled in when I realized that I couldn’t open my eyes. I couldn’t do anything…

Why can’t I move? What happened? I wondered as I began to come to.

My limbs felt heavy, tugging to the cold metal that lied underneath me.

Metal… That’s… A good sign right? It must mean that I’m back on the ship?

Images began to flood my mind as I remembered the events on that docking bay.

Did the others end up saving me? Did Tech make it? He must have… I have to believe that he did.

I wanted to open my mouth, to call out for them and yet my mind was stuck motionless against my body.

Why can’t I speak? Why can’t I do anything? How long have I been out?

“She’s beginning to wake up.” A female voice that I had no recollection of said just to my left.

That’s not Omega. Was my first thought and panic began to settle in.

“Give her another shot of the sedative.” It was a male voice that spoke up this time.

Definitely not one of the boys… I’m not back home am I?

I tried to remember everything that happened hoping that I can piece together the truth.

This couldn’t be a real hospital, no… I must have been captured then, but by who? Who in the empire would want me alive rather than dead…

It was then I remembered the lengths I had to go through to make sure Tech lived… I used the force and now…

They know who I really am.

“She can’t wake up until the doctor is ready to see her.” The man said.

No! I wanted to shout at them, but I could already feel myself beginning to fade as a needle pressed into my skin.

What is… Happening to me? Help… Somebody please.

Hunter…

…

“Echo will be arriving soon.” Tech walked up to the bar, a warm low light from the hanging lanterns glowed over him and his brother.

Tech found himself standing beside the brooding soldier. Someone who looked less like a soldier and more like an unraveling piece of string, his brother.

“That’s good news.” Hunter nodded his head not really paying attention to his brother, “It’s been a while since he stopped by, Rex has been putting him on a lot of missions lately.”

Tech agreed, “Echo is one of the best so there’s no reason why Rex wouldn’t.”

Hunter nodded and soon his focus was towards the purple liquid in his drink that changed to a blue every time he swirled it around.

“I have information…” Tech’s voice trailed off nervously, he couldn’t calculate Hunter’s reaction

“About?” Hunter drawled out with a furrowed brow.

“Echo stated over the comms that he has obtained coordinates that would lead us straight to Crosshair.” Tech said as gently as he was capable too, he was glad that he confided with Phee first before presenting this to Hunter.

He also knew the mention of their brother’s name would light a fuse in Hunter and for as much as Tech wanted to be wrong, he was right once again.

Tech continued when he got no answer, “This time it’s real. No side mission, no puzzle. We know where Crosshair is. We can bring him back home.”

“No.” Hunter stated sternly.

“For all he has done, he is still our brother.” Tech pushed, “He deserves to be saved. Wrecker and I think…” He was cut off before he could finish.

“Yeah? And look where that got us last time. She’s dead because we tried to save our brother who so clearly doesn’t want to be saved.” Hunter said as he took a big gulp of his beer.

“Crosshair is located on Mount Tantiss. Wrecker, Echo and I have already looked over the layout and we agree that it can be done.” Tech continued, hoping to persuade his sergeant.

“No. I’m done putting anymore lives at risk. Stop asking.” Hunter grunted.

“The General would have done it.” Tech stated firmly.

That seemed to have lit a spark of anger within the old sergeant as he slammed his glass down and finally looked at his brother with a pointed glare. He stood as he spoke, rising to his full height which didn’t compare to his brother, but intimidated the taller soldier none the less.

“Don’t you dare. Bring her into this.” Hunter spat, “She is gone because we tried to save crosshair, the brother who betrayed us for the empire. He made his choice. I will not… I refuse to loose anyone else die. Do you hear me?”

“Yes… Sir.” Tech nodded stiffly before taking his data pad and walking away as his brother slumped back into his seat with a defeated sigh.

“What did he say?” Phee asked Tech the moment she saw him.

His shoulders were slumped more than usual and she knew that the little conversation didn’t go too well.

“He said no.” Tech confirmed solemnly.

Phee placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, “We’ll get through to him.”

…

“It seems her vitals are stable, though I would have preferred it if the storm troopers didn’t shoot up my second most prized possession. It is rare to find a Jedi now a days.” Doctor Hemlock studied the Jedi who laid motionless on the table.

“Yes.” Emerie agreed as she checked on the Jedi’s vitals, “She seems to have integrated smoothly into the healing process after the mechanical replacement to her right arm.”

“How is her arm?” He wondered as he stared at the silver steel, it matched perfectly with her left arm in shape and length, down to her fingers.

“There has been no complications and it seems to be functioning properly as well.” Emerie confirmed.

“That’s good news. Good work.” Hemlock commended his scientist, “And do we know which Jedi she is? If she fought in the clone wars? If she was highly regarded?”

“No doctor.” Emerie shook her head.

“Well… We’ll find out soon enough.” Hemlock smirked as he watched the Jedi began to wake up.

“Hello little Jedi.”

That voice sent a chill down my spine as I finally blinked my eyes open.

“Where…” I cleared my throat as I tried to get my bearings.

I was in a room that shined in a full silver. It almost looked like a hospital room, but I doubted it with the lack of medical equipment and the cuffs around my wrists.

“Who are you?” I finally asked as I looked to the man with the white coat.

His smile and vacant look in my eyes didn’t help the uneasiness in my stomach. Something was just not right about him… It was almost wicked… Dark…. Just who is this man?

“I am Royce Hemlock, but you may call me Doctor Hemlock.” He stated, “And who might you be?”

I said my name slowly, almost above a whisper as I studied him and the other woman in the room.

“Ah…” A flicker of acknowledgment flashed before his eyes, “Might you be the General who served in the clone wars? You are… The Jedi master Aayla Secura’s prodigy are you not?”

Heading my old master’s name again after so long, had tears welling my eyes. I didn’t give him a reply and I suppose that was answer enough when he clapped his hands together with glee.

“Oho! Look here, we have one of the best General and killer to ever grace the battlefield. This is going to be much more exciting then I had originally planned.”

“What do you mean? I am of no use to you.” I furrowed my brows as the cuffs on my hands unlocked, “The Jedi are no more. I am not more, just let me go…”

It was then that I noticed the glinting color of steel where my arm should be. My eyes widened in fear as a gasp left my lips.

“Oh don’t worry, we didn’t do that on purpose, a blaster shot had left your right arm completely immobilized and mangled so we did you a favor.” Hemlock stated with a wave of his hand, “Good as new.”

“Now follow me and don’t try any tricks. I’ve spent quite some time studying your kind exclusively and so I know how kind works. One click of this button and a shock will be sent through your right arm and towards your heart and well… I’m sure you can guess what would happen then.” He smirked as he waved the small device in his hand before shoving it into his pocket.

I really was captured by the enemy… Why couldn’t they have just let me die? What do they have planned… I honestly didn’t want to know the answer to my last question.

He didn’t even wait for me as he began walking out of the room.

“How long have I been asleep?” I asked him as I looked at my body and found that my wounds had been healed.

“Almost a month and with the bacta tank your wounds are nothing more than scars.” He said casually.

My brows furrowed, “Just what kind of a doctor are you?”

“I’m a chief scientist of the advance science division. My specialty is studying dna and…”

I cut him off.

“Clones.” I muttered in disbelief as I took in the sight before me.

We walked past cells with clone troopers trapped inside, a whole lot of them that it would take hours to count, maybe even days.

Each soldier looked malnourished and drained of energy, only a shell of what they use to be. It made my heart ache wondering if my boys could end up like this… If Omega…

Suddenly I wish for them to never find me.

No. It’s safer where they are. They must assume that I died so if I can’t find a way out of here myself then I hope they never find out the truth. Their lives are more important.

“Why yes, I’m in charge of the imperial cloning program.” Hemlock nodded not even bothering to glance at any of the soldiers he has kidnapped.

“They… They don’t deserve this.” I shook my head as I ran to one of the cells. The trooper could barely even look up at me as I tried to open his cell, “This isn’t right! It’s inhumane! You can’t just keep them in cells, they are human beings too! They deserve a choice.”

“No they do not. They are clones who are serving their purpose and I wouldn’t try to help them if I were you.” His voice grew dark as he reached for the remote in his pocket, “You’re able to walk around this facility as a courtesy. As long as you comply, there will be no reason to how do clones say? Ah yes. Decommission you.”

I slowly stepped back as my heart reeled with pain, “Please. Let them go. The clone wars are over. There is no use for cloning anymore, let these soldiers have their peace.”

“I am afraid I can’t.” He shook his head, “This is by the order of the empire and these clones here are highly regarded and needed to complete my project.”

“You mean they are just Guinea pigs for you to experiment on.” I spat at him with a glare.

“Not just them.” He walked into an open room with clones strapped to tables by a machine, “But you as well.” He turned towards me.

“What?” I furrowed my brows before I felt a prick in my neck.

“You my dear… Are going to be very important to my experiment. I’ve studied others like you of course, but it always ended in travesty. But just imagine! If I could finally figure out how Jedi are intertwined with the force and you would help me accomplish that! For the will of science. It is a great honor if I do say so myself.”

I shook my head as I took a step back, feeling my legs begin to wobble, “I don’t want to have any part of this.”

“I didn’t say you had a choice.” His eyes darkened as he stared at me, “You will either live here or die here. That is the only choice you have.”

“Besides, I’d love to see how a prized killer like you ticks hm?” His voice slowly got slower with every passing second, “Comply and you will see tomorrow, little Jedi.”

I felt hands lock around my arms and I found myself being dragged. I could barely make out one of the tables that was set up for me.

“Don’t worry. You won’t feel a thing… For now.” His voice drifted away as I closed my eyes.

Not aware of my surroundings. Not aware of the clone with the significant tattoo knocked out a few tables away.

I felt like I was a child again, watching my home burn up in flames from the war. It was the first time in a while that I felt truly scared. I could feel a tear roll down my cheek as I my mind faded once again.

I want to go home.

“Start the reprogramming immediately. By the time we’re done with her she will obey us completely and running tests on her will go much more smoothly.” Dr. Hemlock stated with a nod, “Valuable dna and a Jedi general. She will fit here nicely.”

“But what about the clone over there.” Emerie pointed over at Crosshair, “Records show she was apart of Clone Force 99.”

Dr. Hemlock’s chuckle rang throughout the room, “This day just keeps getting better and better. This Jedi right here is our ticket to the clone girl and we’ll use him to keep her in line until the reprogramming is complete.”

Taglist

@dragonrider9905 @sarahskywalker-amadala @spacebaby1 @cocolinagoodnight @that-one-potato-girl @originalcollectionartistry @arctrooper69 @brynhildrmimi @ttzamara @sunipostsstuff @fandomtrashwhore @i-just-like-to-read @kanakarbakar @dramamouse-blog @gisselleherrerasposts @quince-xd @sunshinesdaydream @dangraccoon @solstraalaa @thesirenscallmelo @darkangel4121 @curious-cat-10-6 @dollyniini @urfriendlyneighbornightfury @red-plaidedandcladed @eternalwaffles @thesirenscallmelo @sunipostsstuff @idoubleswearimawriter @nerdyglasess @dragonrider9905 @nick-djarin @mysticcreatorfox @aeryntheofficial @originalcollectionartistry @elp-art @sunipostsstuff @andrakass2 @dangraccoon @motte-the-goblin @the1sunshine1girl @endofthexline @dalu-grantkylo @not-reilly @leafyturtle @waytoooldforthis78 @immarriedtorex @kixismybestfriend @endofthexline @pheesupremacy @kittykatslender @gisselleherrerasposts @onyxtides

119 notes · View notes

hunterxreaderoneshots · 1 year

Note

Can you do a hunter x nonbinary reader comforting each other with everything going on?

HELL YEAH

We Have Each Other - Hunter x Nonbinary!/GN! Reader

T/W: It's angsty. There is crying and feelings of insecurity.

FOR THE FUTURE SPOILERS!!!!

(Y/N) walked through the portal. They felt as if they could breathe again; they were finally back home. They looked around the terrain they had stepped foot on. There was a small clearing in front of them. They looked back and saw that the portal seemed to be some sort of a gate. Hunter, Amity, Gus, and Willow had all made it through already and stood in the clearing. Camila soon came after (Y/N).

“Oh, Luz was right behind me-” She said, turning back around and looking at the portal, ”Did she get lost? How do these… portals, work?” She asked, looking into the ever-changing portal.

“These portals open up a gateway to other realms…” Hunter spoke, coming forwards. “This one was much more stable than the one we used to get into the human realm…” His now brown pupils stared into the portal. Wait… brown?? (Y/N) froze in their thoughts for a moment. Hunter’s eyes had always been a deep magenta, how had they become brown? Their thoughts broke as Hunter spoke again, “It doesn’t make sense; she should have come out by now.”

Camila stared uneasily into the portal. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to wait then…” The group stood around impatiently. (Y/N) looked over to Hunter as everyone stood in silence. He was visibly uneasy; they didn’t know if anyone wasn’t uneasy. How could they possibly comfort him after such a tragic loss? (Y/N) sighed and looked away sadly, poor Hunter,,,

After a long wait, Amity finally stepped towards the portal and reached in. Everyone watched anxiously for a sign of Luz. Suddenly, Amity perked up, “Hold on! I think I’ve got her!” She reached in her other arm, then pulled back, revealing Luz’s feet as he tugged her out. Luz then rumbled out of the portal and landed harshly on the ground. (Y/N) sighed with relief seeing Luz had finally made it out.

“Luz!” Amity exclaimed, looking down at her, “You were in there for so long, we thought you got stuck behind!” Amity began to inspect Luz and lifted her chin, “Are you hurt anywhere?” She asked.

Luz smiled at Amity and drew her hand away from her face, “I’m- I’m fine.” She croaked weakly. She stared in thought for a moment, “I saw something- or someone- but, it was probably just in my head…” She muttered. Luz stood up and looked around. “Any sign of… him?” She asked uncomfortably.

“Oh, come on!” Hunter muttered angrily, “It’s not like a swarm of ghosts will inexplicably appear if you say his name!” he exclaimed, then paused for a moment as he raised his hand to his face. He placed his hand over his chin, and remained silent for a moment “... I think…” (Y/N) smiled. After he had been on edge for a while, Luz was now the one on edge.

“I think a swarm of ghosts would be the least scary threat right now,” (Y/N) said to Hunter, and he looked up to meet their eyes.

He thought for a moment and sighed, “Yeah, I think you’re right.” He looked away, “Anyway, if Belos was here, he’s long gone now,” Hunter muttered again.

Camila lifted her red baseball bat into her hands threateningly. “Well, he better stay out of our way. This mama’s HUNGRY for vengeance!” She exclaimed, glaring into the clearing.

Gus smiled, “Now that is a fight I’d watch!”

(Y/N) laughed, “Count me in!”

The group began walking through the clearing and (Y/N) kept their eyes on Hunter. He had stayed apart from the rest and simply looked around cautiously. (Y/N) became distracted as they took in their surroundings and looked around. They couldn’t help but feel that they had taken all of the beautiful landscape for granted.

Suddenly, (Y/N)’s thoughts were broken by the clicking and chirping of a bird. They jumped, scared and confused by the familiar sound. As they located it, they realized it was red. The bird flew away suddenly and disappeared from sight.

Hunter grunted in frustration as he pulled at his hair, “We don’t have time for red grass or… illusions!” He shouted impatiently. He began to march forward angrily, “Belos had a head start- so we should keep MOVING until we find him!”

(Y/N) sighed sadly and watched as he left. They couldn’t help but feel he was pushing away his pain for Flapjack. He didn’t even pause for a minute he saw the bird. They watched him worriedly and finally kept moving forward. Their thoughts began to trail to the discomfort of the group as a whole. (Y/N) looked up at them for a moment, their familiar yet worried faces stirring a discomfort in their soul.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

The group had come to the Owl House only to find it in an abandoned state. There was graffiti and colorful markings covering the walls, but the house was empty, and the windows were broken. Everyone had looked around for a sign of anyone, but there was nothing.

(Y/N) decided to come outside and keep an eye on what was going on. They sat outside the house and looked around, watching Hunter pace anxiously. (Y/N) frowned again and began playing with their hands nervously, unsure of what to do. They had wanted to talk to them, but they hesitated each time they had a chance.

Suddenly, Hunter snapped around, “Stop!” (Y/N) jolted back as Hunter demanded angrily, waving his arm at Gus and Willow’s palismen. “STOP FOLLOWING ME!” He bellowed furiously at the small creatures. Hunter ran his fingers through his hair in frustration and motioned with his other hand. “Belos could be anywhere by now and we’re just… SITTING HERE!”

There was a sudden rustling in the foliage and (Y/N)’s ears perked. Hunter jumped in fright and put his hands in position to summon his staff. He tensed for a moment and (Y/N)’s own heart sank in pain: Flapjack was gone, yet he still had the habit of relying on him. Hunter’s shoulders tensed, and he shook his head wildly as if he could remove his thoughts by doing so. He grunted in frustration and stomped away. (Y/N) sighed again and watched as he paced on. (Y/N) rested their head on their knees and continued watching him.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅…

The group had found Hexside or… whatever it had become. As they were welcomed into the school, they saw what remained of it. The school seemed to have descended into anarchy as several different students had gone off and branched into smaller, equally chaotic groups.

They had met the new leader of the remains of Hexside…Boscha. No one had been thrilled to meet her or her new… assistant. As (Y/N) examined the two, they couldn’t help but sense that something seemed familiar about the small… gremlin.

After Boscha refused to assist them, they followed Mattholomule, or rather Captain Tholomule, around. Apparently, his last name had been Tholomule the entire time. (Y/N) followed the others around mindlessly, trying to process everything going on.

(Y/N) could feel the tension within the group. Everyone was holding back something, somehow. Everything had happened so quickly yet they pushed through at such a rigorous pace. (Y/N) sighed, hugging themselves as they moved. They couldn’t help but feel that their friends were starting to crack apart: why else would they be in the state they were in? At least Luz has her mom, they thought sadly, wishing everyone could be comforted.

As they approached Mattholomule’s secret room, (Y/N) looked over at Hunter. He seemed uneasy but stayed quiet, he kept his head low as they all followed Mattholume.

Gus looked over a corner and ducked as some younger witches sprinted past chaotically. After they disappeared, he pulled back and looked at the group. “Okay,” He said, giving Mattholomule a thumbs up, “Coast is clear.”

Mattholomule smiled confidently and turned to the wall. He drew a wide circle around it, and then placed both hands over it to complete the spell. Suddenly, it opened up to reveal a secret door with a sign saying KEEP OUT! in red.

Mattholume led the group around the room, “This is where me and Jerbo have been trying to come up with plans to make Hexside more livable,” He explained. (Y/N) looked around the room in amazement. It was covered with plans and posters everywhere. Despite the awfully big mess, all the papers, posters, and sketches were very well organized.

The group chattered in amazement and uttered new plans, (Y/N) focused their attention on Hunter. He sat had sat in a corner on some wooden crates. They sighed again uneasily, wishing they could comfort him. Just seeing how tense he was hurt (Y/N). They chose to come up with their own plan and stayed near a chalkboard. They shifted uneasily over and over again, their gaze constantly moving from Hunter to the group, and back to Hunter. Everyone needed comfort and reassurance, but they couldn’t help but feel that Hunter needed it most.

Suddenly, they heard the group begin to talk excitedly. As they watched, they quickly realized that Luz had retrieved her memory of the glyph Belos had once used. The excitement stirred a feeling of hope within (Y/N); maybe their friends would be all right after all.

“Finally, we can get moving again,” Hunter muttered, rising and approaching the others. As he made his way towards them, Willow came up to him.

“Before we go,” She began cheerily, “Look what I found.” She handed Hunter a photograph. Hunter’s eyes widened and his expression softened for a moment. He stared intently at the picture: It was a photograph of him and Flapjack after they had won Flyer Derby.

Gus approached the two and stood next to Willow, “We’re all going to miss Flapjack, but we know he loved you most,” he said softly.

“And we just want to let you know,” Willow said, waving her hand dismissively, “We don’t care about who you’re supposed to be, ‘cause you’re one of us now. Never forget that.” Willow smiled at Hunter and watched him eagerly.

Hunter’s eyes began to water and he looked up at the two. (Y/N) felt their heart sink as they watched from afar. It was the same pain he had been carrying since the moment he knew Flapjack was gone. Hunter’s ears pulled back as he fought tears, and looked at the two sadly.

Everyone tensed for a moment. ‘Hunter, are you okay?” Luz asked, standing up.

Hunter looked at the others, “I…” He looked back at the photo, and paused for a moment “...Don’t know…” He whispered softly.

(Y/N) felt unease take over them as the whole room shifted uncomfortably. Before they knew what was happening, Willow and Gus were out of the room, and Hunter was going after them.

Oh no, not now… (Y/N) thought to themself. Their group hand finally started to tear. “Hunter!” They called out desperately, trying to catch up. Come back, please… please…

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

“Oh, Flapjack,” Hunter whispered, “Everyone’s on edge and I don’t know what to say. I wish you were here…” Hunter curled into a small ball on the ground and hugged himself. (Y/N)’s heart sank again as they watched from the rubble. They sighed, not knowing if they could comfort him. How could they comfort him? Flapjack had been his everything: his palisman, his source of magic, his first friend, his best friend. Flapjack was the mark of Hunter’s turning point, his reason to defy Belos, his reason for everything. Now he was… gone. (Y/N) finally moved forward and caught up to Hunter. As they approached, they noticed there were little vines growing around him.

“Hunter?” (Y/N) called out gently, “He snapped up to look at them. An embarrassed blush ran ablaze across his face.

“(Y)-(Y/N)!” He exclaimed, surprised and somewhat embarrassed, “I didn’t realize you were here.” He shifted around awkwardly. Hunter looked away from (Y/N), attempting to hide the few tears pricking his eyes.

“Yeah I- I kinda got lost in some of the rubble…” They said, looking back at the direction they came from. (Y/N) sighed again, “Hunter?” They called his name gently, but he refused to meet their eyes. They sighed, kneeling next to him and finally speaking, hoping they could comfort him. “You’ve been holding back on grieving. I… I know you’re in a lot of pain…”

He tensed, looking at (Y/N) for a split second. Hunter looked away hastily, “I… I know…” He murmured as he hid his face in his arms. He trembled slightly and (Y/N) sat down next to him.

“You know it’s okay to feel like this, right?” They spoke softly to him and he looked up, surprised.

He looked away for a moment and thought, “What do you mean by ‘okay’?” He asked them softly. He thought for a moment, “This feels… horrible…” his voice broke slightly as he spoke, and (Y/N) wrapped their arm around Hunter gently.

“I mean that it’s okay to have these feelings. I know it’s not a good feeling, and I know it hurts. But sometimes…” They leaned Hunter onto them slowly, “sometimes… we need to hurt to heal.”

Hunter began sniffling. He trembled, then dug his face hastily into (Y/N), and began to cry. (Y/N) rubbed his back soothingly, hoping their touch would comfort him.

“I-I know…” He finally murmured, tears streaming down his face and onto (Y/N). “I-… I just miss him…” Hunter was barely able to choke out his words. (Y/N) felt him tense again in their arms, “I just miss him so much!” He shook fervently, gasps and heartbroken whimpers escaping his lips. “I wasn’t even with him for long…” He turned his face to look up at (Y/N). His eyes were red and full of tears and pain, he bit his lip trying to control his crying. His brows furrowed upward, almost as if he were pleading for them to take away his pain.

(Y/N) smiled gently at Hunter, “I don’t think any of us get enough time with those we love…” They soothed. Hunter’s eyes widened for a moment in thought, and he began to blush.

He hid his face in (Y/N)’s lap again, “Yeah… You’re right.” He started to control his breathing and (Y/N) recognized it: It was Gus’s calm-down method! (Y/N) smiled softly as they ran their fingers through his hair, and Hunter melted into their gentle touch.

“Have you ever felt safe to feel like this?” Hunter curled up tightly for a moment as he thought, remembering every tragic and traumatic moment he had lived.

“No…” He said coldly, “I wasn’t ever safe to show any weakness in the castle or in the Emperor’s Coven.” He continued breathing.

“Oh, Hunter, this isn’t a weakness.” They soothed gently, and Hunter began crying softly again.

“I-I know…” He whispered gently, “I just never felt safe- except around Flapjack-” His voice broke and he cried in (Y/N)’s lap. “I’ve only ever felt safe around Flapjack and you…” He froze for a moment, “Youuuu guuuuys…?” He looked away, embarrassed, but it was no use. He couldn’t hide from (Y/N), especially when his pointed ears were burning bright red.

(Y/N) smiled to themself as they continued caressing him. He had been so comforted by (Y/N)’s touch that he hadn’t realized it was (Y/N)’s touch.

Hunter curled up for a moment shyly, but finally accepted where he was. “Thank you, (Y/N)...” He thought for a moment, unsure of whether it was a good moment. “I’m… I’m sorry for… how I’ve treated you and the others while we’ve been here.” He rested his head on (Y/N), “I just… I’m scared of losing someone else I…” He hesitated, “I love…” He murmured softly.

“Hey,” (Y/N) replied softly, “No matter what happens, you’ll always have me, Hunter. I promise.”

Hunter laughed lightly, and hid into (Y/N), “Thank you…”

He continued breathing, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly. He nuzzled (Y/N)’s side nervously again as a thought crossed his mind. “Umm, (Y/N)?” He asked gently. The young male nervously waited for a response, debating on what to say to them next.

“Yeah?” They replied softly, fingers tangled in his hair as they comforted him.

Hunter turned to look up at them, “You know you’ll always have me too, right?” Hunter asked sympathetically, looking into (Y/N)’s (e/c) eyes. Their breath hitched and they froze for a moment. His words panged their heart and they looked away impulsively, hastily.

(Y/N) felt a sudden knot in their throat and tensed further, attempting to control themselves. They had been so focused on Hunter they hadn’t even dared to take in how they felt. His words caused a flurry of feelings as they accepted everything. They had been so worried about their group falling apart, about Hunter grieving, they hadn’t let themselves feel anything. They had become numb to protect the others, and they had been alone.

“I-...” Hunter sighed, “I noticed how uneasy you’ve been,” he said, speaking gently. “I didn’t know what to do- I don’t know what to do-” he confessed, rising up and kneeling with them. Hunter set his hands on his knees and stared at the ground.

(Y/N) was staring in the opposite direction, feeling tears well up in their eyes. They had tried so desperately to find a way to hold their group together, they had neglected themselves. They swallowed with difficulty and tried controlling their own breath. The more effort they used, the more control they lost over themself.

“(Y/N)!” Hunter exclaimed as he noticed their tears, feeling his own tears return to his eyes. They cried numbly, completely overwhelmed. They couldn’t feel anything except the moisture of the tears and the tingling in their stiff fingers. Hunter fidgeted frantically, “(Y/N)! P-please don’t cry!” He pleaded desperately, “(Y/N) it’s okay! I-I’m here!” He cried, his shoulders slumping in agony as he watched their tears stream out, feeling his burn against his cheek.

Hunter reached for them and embraced (Y/N) tightly, pulling them close to him. “(Y-Y/N), please don’t cry…” He begged again, “It’s okay, you have me. I’m… I’m here for you- I’ll always be here for you,” he tried to reassure them. Suddenly, he felt (Y/N)’s arms wrap around him, and he squeezed them in return. They gripped him tightly, their fingers digging into him, as everything they welled up came flooding out. Hunter began to cry again, and in moments the two were sobbing together.

“I-” (Y/N) choked on their words and fought for their breath, unable to speak. “I-I was t-tryig to comfort y-you b-but,” They laughed half-heartedly, “I guess I needed it too…” (Y/N) laughed again between their tears and whimpers.

Hunter smiled, “I’m starting to think we all needed some reassurance,” He chuckled between his gasps for air. “But…” He started, digging his face into (Y/N)’s neck, “I needed this. Thank you, (Y/N)”

(Y/N) pulled away from Hunter, “Of course, anything for you.”

Hunter’s ears pulled back in surprise, and a rosy blush grew across his face. He smiled shyly at (Y/N), and he opened his mouth to speak again. “(Y/N), I-”

“AAAH!” The scream echoed through the tunnel, and the two snapped toward its direction.

“Gus!” They shouted in unison.

“C’mon!” (Y/N) exclaimed as they rose up, giving Hunter their hand. He took it and rose up quickly. The two witches ran down the tunnel desperately, hoping their friend was all right.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

Everyone watched with amazement as String Bean levitate around the others. The other palisman gathered around her and ran to Camila. Hunter smiled from afar, wishing Flapjack could have met her.

He suddenly felt a light tug on his pinky, and to his right to meet (Y/N)’s eyes. “Huh?” He asked in confusion.

(Y/N) smiled, “Hey, how are you feeling?” They asked softly.

Hunter began to feel his heartbeat pick up its pace, “I’m feeling better, I just…” His view shifted to the palismen. “I wish Flap could have met her.” He smiled sadly, “I still miss him…” He murmured softly.

(Y/N) took his whole hand in theirs and squeezed it tightly, “Hunter, there’s no rush in grieving. You’ll always miss him- and so will I,” They explained to him. “It’ll hurt less, but we’ll always miss our loved ones.”

His heart skipped a beat, and he turned away shyly. “(Y/N)? Remember what I said? About always being there when you need me?” They nodded and hummed an ‘mhm’. He exhaled nervously. “(Y-Y/N), I-...I really meant it!” He sputtered out quickly. His face began to turn red and a dark blush burned the tip of his ears. “I-I didn’t just say it to make you feel better or- or because it w-was the r-right thing to s-say!” He trembled nervously and stuttered, almost unable to catch his breath.

“What do you mean?” (Y/N) asked gently. Hunter began to feel his heart throbbing in his ears.

Hunter looked into (Y/N)’s eyes. “I mean that I… I want to be with you. I want to be by your side, always!” His grip tightened on their hand and (Y/N) began to blush, feeling their heart race. “(Y/N) I really want to be with you… Maybe… maybe we could give it a try? Once this is all over?” His heart beat so viscously he didn’t know if it would stay in his chest.

(Y/N) looked away shyly and thought for a moment. Hunter held his breath anxiously. They turned back to face him, a bashful smile on their face. “Hunter I would love to. And… I also meant that you’d always have me. It’d… it’d be nice to be with you, always.” Hunter could barely breathe or think straight, or at all. He looked down and saw their intertwined hands.

“R-really?!” He asked in disbelief, and (Y/N) nodded happily.

“Of course! I’d love to be with you.”

Hunter bit his lip shyly, “Like… Like Luz and Amity?” He felt his blush darken and burn down to his neck.

(Y/N) laughed lightly and smiled, their own blush burning brightly. “Yeah,” they replied, “Like Luz and Amity.”

Hunter smiled shyly, “Cool…” He murmured, and (Y/N) smiled.

(Y/N) leaned to Hunter, closing their eyes, and pecked his cheek lightly. Hunter looked away shyly but smiled to himself. As (Y/N) pulled back, they saw the small tears of joy in Hunter’s eyes and the bashful smile. They smiled at each other shyly, and (Y/N) cupped Hunter’s cheek, bringing his forehead to theirs.

“Whatever we go through, we’ll go through it together. I promise.” (Y/N) whispered softly to him. Hunter smiled, finally feeling the security and love he always longed for. The two stood together, enjoying their peaceful moment from within the skull, under the stars.

A/N: My grades were coming out this week so I wasn't able to post last week. I hope you like it! I loved the idea and write as much as I could lol. Thank you so much for requesting!

Un-edited I'm dying right now

-Deathlight

#hunter x reader #hunter x reader toh #hunter toh #hunter the owl house #the owl house #toh hunter #the owl house hunter #toh hunter x reader #the owl house hunter x reader #toh #nonbinary #gender neutral y/n #hunter x nonbinary reader

173 notes · View notes

freddie-77-ao3 · 2 months

Text

TRANS PEOPLE AT CAMP HALF BLOOD BC I'M IN A MOOD™️ RIGHT NOW

NON BINARY:

Connor Stoll (they/them). Connor got to camp at age four, where someone just assumed he was named connor, so they took up the name of a dead boy named connor and decided that yeah, he/him was alright. didn't know what trans meant at the time, they just sort of... anyway, then after the battle of the labyrinth they came out as NB.

wood nymphs. they've got a different gender system than demigods, as well as different pronouns, but to keep it simple for the campers your best bet is they/them.

the resident god Dionysus ofc. he has a complicated relationship with gender (see his chapter in PJ's Greek Gods) but basically, doesn't care what you call him. he/they generally.

MTF:

Drew Tanaka! she's just. always considered herself a girl. there was never any hesitation. her mom called her son and she just. did not compute. her mom was accepting and just sort of called aphrodite up and told her that actually she had given birth to a girl. Aphrodite sent down a new wardrobe in return. she never changed her name.

Clarisse la Rue. she came out when she was twelve. her mom didn't accept her, but clarisse had run away years before that so... her mother never apologized. when clarisse went to her house with chris, it was only because she was truly desperate. after the battle of manhattan clarisse called her once, and. never again.

Lou Ellen Blackstone. she told cecil and will when they were eleven or so (SOM) but didn't really come out to everyone else until one of the hunters pulled her aside in TTC to ask if she wanted to join bc the hunters are super good at finding girls apparently. lou ellen really regrets this but somehow cecil convinced her to make her legal name Louise-Eleanor (first) Wilmadeen (middle) Cecilia (middle) Blackstone. it-- she pretends it's just lou ellen. don't bring it up. Will thinks there was a murder involved and-- well neither of them are telling him otherwise, that's all i'm saying.

FTM: (oh boy here's where I projected a whole bunch)

PERCY MOTHERFUCKING JACKSON. alright folks you ready? so percy came out when he was twelve RIGHT before TLT picks up. struggling mother sally jackson immediately accepts him no questions asked (well there are a few questions but) she gets him onto puberty blockers from a free clinic on forth street right away and changes his name legally. financially they're still struggling, obviously, but sally is picking up some extra shifts. she's already planning on having percy go on T when he turns 16 (if he lives that long--) and after manhattan poseidon and sally sit him down and are like: okay so technically because of ancient laws poseidon can't just snap his fingers but uh if you want a real easy top surgery just do a really easy quest for him and he'll magic your tits away and percy agrees of course so poseidon drops a sand dollar on the ground and in the. most. indifferent voice possible he goes "oh no. my sand dollar. i need a hero." and percy picks it up-- and done. that's when he decides to join the swim team because he doesn't need to bind anymore. also when he heard the prophecy percy immediately went, well i know it says im going to die but hey the universe recognises me as a dude that's pretty cool right. very affirming for him.

NEXT UP we've got michael. height dysphoria kicks ass so seriously don't mention how short he is. anyway michael thought that it was spelt micheal so he chose it for the pun and to feel connected to his dad. uh. don't bring that up to him either. anyway despite being very short, michael's usually pretty stealth. he came out in ttc when he asks jake mason out bc luke used to date his brother lee and michael basically goes "hey do you want to go out i promise i'll be a good boyfriend and not leave you like luke left lee." and jake just bluescreens for a moment because wait, BOYfriend, and anyway after that michael realises he never told anyone. (not necessary to the post but jake said yes) oh, also, his middle name is john. why? who knows. it wasn't significant or anything, clarisse just turned to him one day and said, "you know, you look like a john." so yeah, Michael John Yew. also he liked archery bc it was a lot easier to bind in so.

following that you'll find that actually the three main pjo apollo boys are trans. so WILLIAM ANDREW SOLACE. my baby boy is-- well he's got a lot going on. Will binds (but when he turns 16 he's going to get top surgery and he is. very excited) and don't let his mild mannered doctor self fool you he is a HYPOCRITE when it comes to binding, like that bitch will nag you for hours if you bind for over 8 hours and then you'll see him come off a 48 hour infirmary shift still binding. when he was young and his mother was touring, she left him with his grandparents. He tried to come out at five and cut all of his hair off, but his grandparents kicked him out. Clarisse found him in Texas and brought him to camp. which isn't SATS compliant but I haven't read it yet so *shrug*. Anyway Andrew is after Apollo, when Apollo first met Naomi, he called himself Andrew.

Lee Fletcher is also trans. He was fully transitioned by the time he died. He was super upper class when he came out and his mum stopped speaking to him, but he kept his wealth and became a staunch advocate for trans rights until he died. Anyway he came out when he was seventeen.

Cecil Markowitz. His parents died in a fire when he was 8, he was sent to his grandmother, she kicked him out when he was 9 and came out.

Clovis

Mitchell

Leo Valdez (part of why Rosa called him a demon)

Malcolm Pace (his trans identity deserves a whole 'nother post it's.) anyway Malcolm can't bind so.

Ellis Wakefield (currently writing a fic about this actually) anyway Ellis comes out when he's 13 (so BoM) at camp, and comes out when he's 15 to his mum. it doesn't go great.

48 notes · View notes

cultofdixon · 1 year

Text

The Thrill of the Hunt

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • The hunter always finds it’s target • SFW/NSFW - butt plug / unprotected sex (no glove no love) / bondage / fingering / grinding

Requested by: @morgan-wolf

“Think we can make it back before night?”

“Got plans with somebody?” Daryl smirks following Y/N through a neighborhood as she turns on her heel smiling at him.

“I do…with a certain archer” She continued to smile bringing herself back forward taking her knife out when opening the door. “Clear” she states entering the main part of the house looking around as Daryl slowly made his way to the kitchen pushing the door open.

“Clear. Head upstairs?”

“Already on it” Y/N made her way upstairs and decided to check the smaller rooms first.

Finding pretty much nothing except for a thicker blanket and some clothes for the kids back at Alexandria. Y/N packed her bag of the findings, leaving the bag in the hallway to investigate the master bedroom.

Daryl on the other hand found a few cans of food. They really lucked out in this neighborhood. He continued to go through the cabinets taking whatever is useful and as he picked up a jar of questionable jelly, he heard Y/N suddenly scream from upstairs.

Without a second thought, the archer dropped the jar and everything but his crossbow as he ran to her aid.

Should’ve checked upstairs

Should’ve gone instead of her

Fuck.

She better be okay.

She fucking better be.

The fear induced thoughts continued to race until Daryl reached the master bedroom finding that Y/N was perfectly okay. Maybe the scream was a squeal…his anxiety registered it differently.

“You alright?” He frowns lowering his crossbow as Y/N turned to him with something in her grasp.

The fuck is that?

Y/N held up what seemed to be a silver spike of some sorts. It was rounded off so it wasn’t a weapon…and it had a sable colored fox tail on the end of it. The mischievous look on her face wasn’t giving him any answers on what the thing was and she seemed to caught onto that.

“You’re a hunter aren’t you?”

“Yeah but I…I still have no clue what that is and what that’s gotta do with it” Daryl continued with the confused look as Y/N couldn’t help the smirk to appear on her face.

“We done here? Cuz I think imma need to show yea what this is…at home” Y/N smirks squeezing his bicep on the way out of the room with the item in hand as she packs it away before picking up her main bag. “Let’s get going while there’s still light left”

The drive back to Alexandria was quiet but Y/N still had that look on her face like she was plotting something. Daryl tried to read it the best that he could knowing it wasn’t something bad but the more he thought about it…could it be?

“You take the stuff to the pantry, I’m gonna head home and take a shower”

“Without me?” He playfully asked offended as Y/N smacks him in the shoulder on her way off his bike once he reached their place.

“Just this once…I’ve got a surprise. So…don’t rush, but also don’t take too long…hunter” she winks at the end of her sentence before quickly taking out her personal finds and letting him head off.

He gave her thirty minutes. Whatever her surprise was, intrigued him and confused him even more.

As Daryl enters the place he half expected to go upstairs and find his girl fresh out of the shower. But the metallic sound coming from the kitchen made him raise his crossbow out of anxious habit before lowering it. He turned on the lamp that illuminates the room best finding Y/N on the counter practically naked. The black lace body suit instantly caught his attention resulting in the stress in his jeans as he tried to contain himself then and there. Even if I’m his mind he wanted mount her right where she sat.

“Like what you see, handsome?”

“All this for me sunshine?”

“Oh yes” Y/N smirks jumping off the counter as Daryl noticed the sable Fox tail once again but as she drew closer he noticed where it was coming from. “Is it clicking now?”

“Did yea—“

“Clean it? Of course! I’m not that clueless…” Y/N brought herself flush against his chest, feeling his free hand caress her back slowly trailing his fingers gently against her skin. “You know you can touch right?”

“Mhm…taking my sweet ass time” Daryl says in a low grumble bringing his lips to her cheek and starting to leave open mouthed kisses down along to her neck and shoulder.

Y/N hums softly to his actions feeling his hand find purchase on her left cheek giving it a squeeze. Mainly for beautiful sound that escaped her lips when he did such. But before Daryl could bring his lips onto his girl’s, she pulled away with a smirk.

“Hm. I don’t like that look”

“What? I didn’t put all of this on for it to be easy.” She smirks tugging playfully at his vest before running upstairs.

Daryl watches her head upstairs and couldn’t help but remember what she said when she found the little item on her person.

“Thrill of the hunt, huh?” He slowly made his way upstairs as he started to unbutton his shirt pushing the door open with his foot not finding Y/N. “You’re really going to make me hunt you down…might as well lock you out of the house and make this an outdoor sport” he jokes taking his vest and shirt off reaching into the dresser taking out some rope.

Y/N couldn’t help the amused smile to grace her face as Daryl knew where she was hiding. He is a tracker and decided to shut the door to the bedroom to trick her into thinking he left. But quietly made his way to the bathroom to hide from her when she stepped out of the closet.

“Guess I outplayed yea…”

“Are you really acting this stupid, love?” Daryl stepped out of the bathroom with the rope in hand bringing himself up close enough for Y/N to stumble back onto the bed. “Cuz as much as you are a fox. You’re not a fox. They know to run away from their potential predator” he towered her slightly bringing himself to cage her between his legs on the bed as she felt small compared to him. But boy it couldn’t help the warm feeling brewing below. “Gonna behave? Or not bunny?”

The smirk to grace her face stuck for a moment before Daryl was quickly to get off her. Taking her by the legs and flipping her onto her stomach, resulting in an excited squeak to escape her throat. Y/N didn’t even fight when Daryl took her wrists behind her and tied them together which especially didn’t help the excitement at her core. Something Daryl couldn’t help but notice when positioning her in doggy style.

“Hm…you’re complying a little” Daryl sighs gently grazing his fingers against her clothed center hearing her gasp softly. “Be a good little bunny for me” he couldn’t help himself teasing her clothed clit with a few strokes from his middle and ring finger before using his other hand to tug at the end of her bodysuit to the side in order to delve in both fingers.

He couldn’t help but notice her hands clench to the action resulting in a smirk as he started to move his fingers inside of her. Y/N at first contained her moans within the sheets with the occasional one escaping enough for Daryl to hear.

“Don’t get shy on me now” He says in a low whisper, curving his fingers just enough to hit that sweet spot causing a louder moan to escape her. “That’s right…”

The archer felt her get closer and saw by the subtle actions she’s been doing that she’s reaching that point. The curling of her toes, the tugging at the restraints, of course the sweet sounds of her moans, and the sound of his fingers going in and out of her slick core. He couldn’t help himself and didn’t say anything, letting her reach her breaking point and cumming on his fingers. Y/N moans even louder in the response feeling her body relax in his touch as he pulled his fingers out of her warm core bringing them up to his lips tasting her slick.

“Sweet as always…” He says after a pop from pulling his fingers out of his mouth seeing her pleading eyes watching his every move.

Daryl decided to test something as he brought his hands to her ass gently squeezing hearing her soft moans escape once again. He held her tail a moment and tugged hearing her gasp.

“Yea like that? Usually ain’t supposed to pull anything by it’s tail…or it bites” Daryl hums letting go of the tail and squeezing her ass once more before pulling her by the wrists flush against him as she felt his bulge pressed up against her. Making her get a bit risky and grind up against him causing the grip on her wrists to tighten. “Ain’t gonna get out of these if you don’t behave, bunny”

“But I want you” Y/N whines slightly haunting her actions when Daryl carefully brought her around to face him. “Please…”

Daryl continues to look at her begging composure as he brought himself on the bed with her, towering her once again and this time bringing his lips against hers. The softness of her lips always sparked something in him as he pulls her flush against him not breaking the kiss knowing she could taste herself on his lips. She felt herself get worked up again as it didn’t take much for her to become putty in his grasp.

Gravity took over causing the uncomfortable position of Y/N laying on her tied arms while Daryl slot himself between her legs continuing to make out with her. Pushing his tongue to part her lips enjoying the moan that escaped her that only riled him up more when she wrapped her legs around his torso having her soaked center grind up against his restrained hard on. His own moans escaping him as he started to part but taking her bottom lip between his teeth being gentle with her lips. But absolutely devouring her neck and collarbone next, leaving plenty of future hickeys to form after his attack.

“Daryl—-my arms” She whines once more but this time do to discomfort and Daryl couldn’t have any of that, he never wants to hurt her. He had his fun with restraining her from touching him earlier and lifted her off the bed enough to untie the knot with his other hand. He’s very skilled with his hands.

“I’ve gotcha bunny…” He groans feeling her continue to grind up into him even when the position was difficult.

Daryl brought himself to sit up to admire his work watching her chest rise and fall, bringing his large palm to grope her breast over the lace enjoying her much softer moans to his actions. Y/N wanted him more and given the look in his eyes, she knew what he wanted to do in that moment.

“Im all yours baby, ain’t scurrying away” She smiles watching him bring both hands to her chest, suddenly gripping the bodysuit and tearing it apart. She felt her face flush to such action lifting her body enough for him to pull it off her body tossing it to the side and enjoying her naked state. “Daryl…” she whines watching him get off the bed so that he could remove his jeans along with his underwear. Y/N’s eyes were soon trailing down his broad chest to his throbbing cock that made her mouth water.

“Ready, bunny?” He growls lowly stroking his length a few times, next pulling her by the thighs for his cock to find its place between her lips rutting into her gathering up her slick.

“Gonna make me beg?”

“Mmm…No” Daryl states aligning himself at her entrance and without waiting another second, he pushed his entire length into her bottoming out groaning to not only her warmth but to her nails digging into his shoulders.

He stayed inside her for a moment listening to her whine for him to move as he wrapped an arm around her torso before starting to thrust deep inside her. Her moans were like music to his ears and knowing damn well the second he felt her arch against him, he was hitting that sweet spot.

“So good for me…” Daryl moans hitting that sweet spot roughly a few times feeling her get closer.

“Daryl…f-fuck me” Y/N moans clenching around his pulsing cock knowing he’s reaching his limit.

The man suddenly pulled out of her making her gasp as it slowly turns into a groan of annoyance until she squeaks from being flipped onto her stomach. Feeling his hands grip her hips gently at first before becoming a bruising grip after he re-entered her warmth making her moan in an instant. He picked up the pace from before and thrusted nice and deep at a fast pace making his own moans more noticeable while hers continued to echo the room.

“Let go for me bunny—-I’ve gotcha” He grunts a bit tugging at the tail while he continued to pound into her, feeling her climax and squeeze around him making him not last much longer…his moments slowing and his cock twitching inside of her while white ropes of cum painted her walls. Her clenching to the feeling before her body relaxed beneath him.

“Holy shit…” Y/N pants feeling him shift above her, still inside her warm. Daryl leaned over kissing her shoulder before pulling out and seeing the works he’s done. “You owe me a body suit” she jokes, suddenly gasping when he tugged at her tail once again.

“Should’ve been a cotton tail, bunny”

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction

242 notes · View notes

avatarmerida · 8 months

Text

Another chapter already? My fatal flaw is I won’t update for a month and then twice within 48 hours. This is very cheesy and corny and just a bunch of kissing idk there really is a plot so sue me. Read on AO3 or under the cut

Hunter was not the best with words, especially when it came to Willow.

He felt safe and happy around her and he really had no issue telling her so, but doing it creatively was a challenge. Willow loved to flirt, before they were official, he was uncertain if she was implying something or if that was just the way she talked. But even now, knowing she liked him back and that her words carried more, he still struggled to respond. They’d sink into a comfortable dialogue, and he was witty enough, but eventually she would say something so sweet and genuine that he knew she would only ever say to him it would render him speechless.

But it only made him more determined.

“I like your jacket,” he said one day as they walked around town, holding hands and enjoying the lovely day together. Willow smiled, knowing he was practicing his flirting since he was the one who had found and altered the jacket for her, so she knew he had something in mind.

“Thanks,” she said brightly. “My boyfriend made it for me.”

“Oh is that why it looks like girlfriend material?” He asked smoothly, but then his words caught up with him as his face displayed his confusion. “Oh, wait hold on, I was supposed to ask you what it was made of and then say that.”

Willow giggled, appreciating the effort. In truth, Hunter was his most charming when he wasn’t thinking, when his actions were quicker than his mind. But the fact that he kept trying was so adorable to her.

“A-re you tired?” Hunter asked, clearly trying again.

“Um not really, why?”

“Because you’ve been running,” he said smugly as though he had succeeded in delivering the pun. When Willow raised her eyebrows at him in confusion, he smacked his forehead with his free hand as he realized his mistake. “Through my mind all day!” He added in panic as though to neglect that part made the sentence offensive somehow.

Willow giggled but Hunter groaned. Luz had helped him study for this moment. She had shown him countless rom coms and animes to help him find his own rhythm. Ever since the night of their first date where she had looked at him with wide eyes when he kissed her hand, he was determined to repeat history. He wanted Willow Park to swoon.

He practiced in the mirror before bed and while he was getting ready for school. He wrote his best ideas down in the back of his notebook. He didn’t understand why it was so hard. He had survived in the wilderness for weeks at a time, endured blistering winds and scorching deserts, battled monsters three times his size, but saying a complete sentence to his girlfriend was where his courage drew the line. How unfair.

“Hey,” he said as they were walking, fighting the lump in his throat. “My friend over there thinks you’re cute.”

He pointed to the other side of the hall with his head and when Willow followed to see who he meant, he teleported into her line of vision, leaning against the wall as though he had been there all along, unaware he was being discussed.

Willow bit her lip, a blush dancing across her face. Oh, that’s a good one, she thought. How long can he keep this up? She sauntered over and leaned against the locker, looking up at him like he was a rock star. He attempted to uphold his cool, aloof look but being so close to Willow made him melt.

“Hey,” she said in a low, airy voice.

“H-hey.”

“Um, just thought I’d let you know that I actually have a boyfriend,” she said, committing to the bit.

“O-oh really?”

“Yeah,” she said. “I appreciate the compliment but I’m really happy with him.”

“You are?” He said, unable to hide the delighted surprise in his voice.

“Mhm hm,” she nodded.

“I-I bet he’s really happy to be with you too,” he said, trying to remove the character he was supposed to be. “I bet he thinks you’re really cool and pretty and strong and brave and funny and, uh pretty and-.”

She just laughed, and he loved her laugh. He loved being able to make her laugh, but he wanted to make her feel the way she made him feel so effortlessly. He took her laughter as a win, but he wanted to make her feel like she was floating because a simple thing he said made her heart feel inflated and light. The way she did to him. He wanted to say something so unique and profound and romantic that it played on a loop in her head before bed. To him, everything Willow said was worth committing to memory and he wanted to be worthy of being on her mind.

He would make Willow Park swoon.

What Hunter didn’t see was the small white flowers dancing in her hair every time his eyes lit up when he saw her, her heart lifted her in a way that did not make her speechless but bright and bubbly and excited. She knew that besides a fictional character here and there over the years, that she was Hunter’s first real crush. She was the first person he had actually known who consumed his thoughts in such a quick and gentle way that it made him dizzy. He didn’t know what to expect, he was learning as he went after all. But Willow had had plenty of crushes over the years and had more experience maintaining her emotions and knowing the kinds of things to say. So she wasn’t as flustered as he often was, but she had never thought she’d be able to be so cool around someone she liked so much.

When she was younger, she had gone through the right of passage that was having a crush on both Blight twins. She’d be hanging out with Amity and they’d walk by, doing everything so effortlessly and cool. The way they said her name, the way Ed would ask her how she was or how Em would give her a compliment would make her brain feel broken and frozen and all she could do was giggle. She had no idea if they were saying these things to try and make her feel like this or to be polite or because they said it to everyone. Regardless, it made her feel special. Over time the rush went away, and her heart didn’t leap and jump when they entered the room.

But that night after they met when Hunter sent her five messages in a row, farcically apologizing in a run on sentence where every other word was misspelled and capitalized randomly, followed by another message attempting to correct the previous message and making a new mistake to explain, her heart spun more than it ever had. She knew he wasn’t trying to make her like him like that, and she knew liking him wasn't the best idea. But where her other crushes faded over time, every new little stupid thing Hunter did just added to the flames. For the first time, she had time to prepare, to plan ways to drop hints and be cool.

Her aloofness was only present to Hunter, as everyone else could clearly see the signs of a Willow so far gone. But this only made Hunter try harder, even after he knew she returned his feelings. He just couldn't risk her forgetting or doubting his admiration for her.

He’d write her poems, but the typical “rose are red, violets are blue” motif was far too simple (and technically incorrect) for Hunter to resort to. ( “If violets are blue then why are they named violets?” He’d say. “Violet is a separate color on the color wheel! What, next are you gonna tell me that blue berries are actually violet?”) No, Willow was comparable only to the most rare and captivating flowers, which were a tad bit harder to rhyme in Hunter’s experience. His poem turned into an essay on the history of their discovery and placement through their native realm. By the time he was done, there wasn’t a metaphor to come back to, but Willow treasured it nevertheless.

Willow knew that Hunter was a man of action. She knew she meant the world to him, but he had trouble saying it sometimes. But he never failed to show her.

Every time he’d brush her hair out of her face without thinking, every time he’d double scan the street before they crossed, every time he’d go out of his way to end up near her, she knew. He didn’t even think about these things, they were so natural to him. He probably didn’t think she noticed because he barely noticed it himself.

But in the end, that’s how he finally did it.

Since the day they became official (for the second time?) they both built up that first kiss in their mind.

Okay, it wasn’t technically their first kiss, but it felt like it was. But given their… history, Hunter wanted this kiss to be perfect and planned and maybe not as surprising? They had reached an interesting crossroads where everything was fast and slow at the same time. Willow had told him they could take things as slow as he wanted and she meant it, it was her first relationship too after all and there was much to figure out. But they were just so good at it. They were just so excited. Every time he waited eagerly by her locker with a tiny gift, a trinket he had carved or a plant sample he had cut for her, it took everything in her not to cover his face in kisses. She limited herself to one, maybe two. Because they were taking it slow.

There would be no panicking after about what it meant or what they were, because they knew that now. Quick kisses on the cheek were one thing, but to Hunter a real kiss needed to be special, memorable, and dramatic. But it also had to be simple, organic, and private. After his rushed first attempt on the flyer derby field, Hunter was determined to make the next one perfect. On the other hand, after her ambush at grom, Willow carried a variety of lip glosses in her bag just in case.

They’d go on picnics or to the movies and it would be on both their minds and just when the moment seemed perfect, the sun would be setting or music would be playing, his mind would say “But what if a more romantic moment happens later?” or “What if you didn't actually brush your teeth this morning and your breath smells?” or “What if you miss???” Willow watched the gears turn in his head as he decided and undecided, hoping one day he'd be able to read her mind and know his first instinct had been right.

Then one day they were going to the human realm to return some books to the library, a day filled with errands and tasks and no time for romance. The weather in both realms wasn’t impressive or exciting and they were both tired and sore from a match the night before. It was a dull day, painfully average.

But not for long.

Willow finished packing her purse, both her and Huner loved sneaking snacks into the library (she didn’t tell him it was against the rules) so they could spend even more time there together. As she went to walk out the door, she was stopped when Hunter quickly grabbed her and spun her around to face him, his hands cradling either side of her face.

“Wait,” Hunter said, focused and determined, as she looked up at him in awe, the day of their first match flashed in her head., How similar their position had been, how her heart had beat the same way, how close they were.

“Yeah?” she whispered, hoping he’d say this was the time, that he couldn’t wait another moment to pull her close and hold her tightly so they could finally-

“You forgot to cover your ears,” he said, totally unbothered.

“Oh,” she breathed, too caught up in her own thoughts to communicate her slight disappointment. “Thanks.”

He was too focused on taking care of her to let their closeness fluster him, so naturally the responsibility fell to Willow. As he adjusted her hair for her, she was able to fixate on his features. The lighting in the old cabin was dim, but he had a natural glow to him. He should seem rugged and intimidating but he was so gentle and warm that Willow hoped his hold on her would never end. She didn’t have the words to express this though, as her eyes darted to his lips and the way he stuck his tongue out to the side as he concentrated on not undoing her braids rendered her speechless.

How could he look right at her and not realize she was swooning so freaking hard?

“Sure, happy to help.” he said as he removed his hands from her ears and placed them on her shoulders as he admired his work. He was caught off guard by the stunned expression Willow wore as a faint blush became more present on her cheeks. It was like she was waiting for something, like it was his turn to fill the silence. She pursed her lips and her hands fidgeted between them, like they couldn’t decide what to do. Hunter pulled her closer, assuming that he had missed a strand of hair, and she was resisting the urge to adjust it.

Despite his attention to detail, he could not find the error. Though, he never could when it came to Willow. Satisfied, he went to tell her they were good to go but then saw her focus had never left him. She was waiting for something, but Hunter struggled to read exactly what. Was she eager to leave? Was she worried about what neglecting to cover her ears could have meant? Was she trying to remember something else?

He waited for her to say what she meant to, but she was the speechless one now. He moved his hand to her cheek, slightly concerned that she’d get frustrated and distracted the way he did when he could not remember something. He wanted to let her know he could wait until it came to her, that he wanted to help her. But his small act pushed her over the edge and any chance she had to keep her cool flew out the window.

“Sorry, I thought you were gonna kiss me,” she said quickly as she exhaled, almost too quiet to hear if he had not been right in front of her. She seemed almost embarrassed, like it was such a silly misunderstanding, like she wasn't sure how she had said that aloud. But her lingering gaze suggested she thought it was anything but silly and her shaky breath suggested she was still thinking about it.

“Oh,” was all Hunter could say, caught off guard. Not because he had never thought about it, but because he was surprised this was a moment that she felt worthy enough to add such an action to. He had done nothing impressive, nothing about the setting was particularly memorable, and the day itself held no significant importance. But yet he found himself in the rare occurrence of leaving Willow Park speechless and nervous and hopeful simply because he stood close to her. Suddenly, his mind and heart took hold of his reflexes as he gently pulled her closer to him and allowed her thoughts to no longer be merely thoughts. “Okay.”

He didn’t know what to say next, he didn’t know how to question the importance of the moment without making it seem like the idea was foreign to him. He didn’t know what to say, so he just did. He titled his head, giving her every chance to pull away to finish her sentence, to question him. But she didn’t. She was too stunned, too caught up, too lost in the proximity to take charge. There was no room to be cheeky and coy and silly, this was new territory. Hunter didn’t have the time to build this moment up, to talk himself out of it because this moment found him instead of the other way around. He didn’t have the words, but he didn’t need them here.

He moved forward ever so slightly and when her eyes fluttered closed, he somehow just knew. He knew how to tilt his head the opposite way, he knew how to cup her cheek, he knew the perfect speed to go so he did not crash into her. Then finally, lowly, swiftly, gently his lips found hers. They pressed together for only a moment, so soft and sweet Hunter was sure he’d wandered into a dream. He felt Willow rise onto her toes to reach him better, and his natural response was to pull her closer. Not wanting her to strain herself in any way, he moved one arm around her waist to help lift her up and her arms rested on his chest, and she kissed him back.

As a vine sprouted from her hair and swirled around his wrist by her face, wrapping his arm like a branch to keep him close. Flowers formed at their feet, the sweet smell tickling Hunter’s nose as he tried committing every millisecond to memory. He had been so worried that when the time came, he couldn’t know if it had been the right moment or if he had done it correctly, but now as an extravagant garden surrounded them, he was certain he had not messed this up. And that certainly gave him the confidence to kiss her again and again, every time he pulled away (because he didn’t want to stay too long a potentially be rude, time didn't seem to be working at the moment) she followed him and held her place for a moment. He felt the vine tightened slightly, as though sending a signal Willow herself was too overwhelmed to communicate herself and he knew it was okay to kiss her again. And he was glad, because he wanted to.

Soon enough, the pair did manage to stop, and both pulled away slowly. Willow took a moment to open her eyes, no words coming to her as she tried to describe what the foliage around her symbolized. When opened her eyes to look up at Hunter, he looked like he was holding his breath.

“What’s wrong?” She asked with a smile, she felt as though she would never stop smiling.

“I don’t wanna say something stupid and have that be the first thing I say after our first kiss.” He said quietly, having learned from his sister’s “crickey” slip.

Willow didn’t feel the need to point out it wasn’t technically their first kiss, she just pulled him closer as she rested her chin on his chest, looking up at him in adoration as he continued to ramble about how he was worried he would start to ramble. Luckily, she had the perfect solution as she rose up onto her tip toes and planted another gentle kiss on his lips to interrupt him in the best way possible. She would be interrupting him more frequently, she decided.

“Heh,” Hunter giggled as Willow slowly parted again, the dreamy look on her face erasing any lingering nerves. He couldn't help being familiar with that look, it was the same look she so effortlessly inspired in him. He dared to think he had done it without even trying. He had made her swoon.

“So, uh was that okay?” he asked, trying to dodge his nerves a while longer until he knew for certain.

“Hmmm, I think I’m gonna forget to hide my ears more often,” she said in a breathy laugh that eased him and registered them on equal ground as she tucked her hair behind her ear, a gesture she hoped he would forever interpret as a sign.

---

From that point on, Willow became obsessed. Hunter making the first move was not completely uncommon, but to make such a bold one made her distracted. Any moment of silence was filled with the memory of his lips on hers, a quick return to their bubble. But again, Hunter was still becoming accustomed to such displays of affection, so she went to great strides to assure him the moment did not need to be grand to be commemorated. So long as he kissed her like that , like she was a rose he’d endure countless thorns to be near, she’d find utter bliss in the uneventful.

To Willow, studying was very uneventful. To her joy, Hunter always insisted on studying together.

They'd all study in a group, but today it was just them. Her fathers wouldn't be back for at least an hour, Willow providing them with a lengthy list of ingredients with items that should be the demon realm equivalent for a meal she loved in the human realm that they wanted to recreate. She may have added a few extras to extend her alone time with Hunter, but who can be sure.

"Do you think we can take a break?" Willow asked sweetly as she looked down at Hunter, engaged in his books sprawled across the couch as his head rested in her lap.

"We just took one," Hunter chuckled, setting his book on the coffee table as he looked up at her with a gentle smile.

"I know, but I'm having trouble concentrating," she said as she tucked her hair behind her ear. In truth, Willow didn't have trouble focusing on the subject matter because it was too complicated, but because she couldn't help but focus on the way Hunter moved his lips when he read.

"Well, I'm just rereading my chapter, I can help you," he offered, more than happy to. "I can try quizzing you, give your eyes a break. I’m sure there’s a way we can make studying more fun."

That was exactly what Willow was hoping he'd say.

“Okay then, how about… for every question I get right I get a little kiss?” suggested Willow as she twirled his forelock between her fingers. She took delight in the way she could see the exact moment when Hunter processed her words: his eyes widened, his heart seemed to stop, and his bones seemed to turn to noodles as he tried not to let his excitement show on his face too much.

“Okay, I think I can do that.” said Hunter, trying to seem casual about it as he sat up and happily took the book from her. She adjusted her position to face him as he flipped to the review section of the book. He cleared his throat as he began, able to forsake his flustered state for the sake of her education. He was in his element. “Okay uh, what does it mean if a plant’s petals change color in the sunlight?”

“That it’s either being under or overwatered, depending on the hue,” answered Willow effortlessly.

“Correct,” said Hunter leaning over to plant a kiss on her cheek. She smiled, able to tell he was genuinely proud of her for knowing the answer. “Alright, how many seeds do you need to replicate the twisting tree native to the mountains of Latissa?”

“Three, like a braid,” said Willow proudly, leaning forward to present Hunter with her cheek as he happily supplied her with her reward.

“Okay, how often do you need to prune the-.”

“You skipped one.” said Willow.

“Huh?” said Hunter as he looked back down to the study guide. “Oh, yeah you’re right sorry I- wait; did you memorize this list?”

“Yeah?” She said innocently. “I mean, isn’t that what studying is?”

“Do you actually need my help or were you just looking for an excuse to kiss?” he asked with a smirk as he rested his cheek on his fist, hanging his arm over the edge of the coach as he looked at her with wistful eyes.

“Can’t it be both?” she smirked back, her eyes likewise sparkling.

Hunter chuckled. “Do you really think you need an excuse for me to want to kiss you?” He asked playfully, questioning only about her methods, not her intentions. He would normally be nervous about flirting so directly, but he did also want to make sure she knew she didn't need to go to so much trouble for him.

“Nooo,” she laughed, delighted his energy matched hers. She only felt a little silly, but it was worth it to see him smile at her like that.

“Correct.” Hunter leaned forward and this time placed a kiss on her lips before leaning back to return his attention to the book. Willow was momentarily taken back by his boldness, delighted by his initiative and somewhat shocked that he could return to schoolwork so easily. When he didn’t go back to quizzing her right away, she sensed he was waiting to see her reaction. She swiftly reached for the book and pulled it down to bring his attention back to her as pressed another kiss to his lips. This one was less quick, and Hunter allowed the book to fall to the floor as he wrapped his arms around her to extend it. The next thing he knew, his balance was lost as Willow leaned forward to kiss him more intensely and he ended up laying on the couch, her lips never leaving his as she fell with him to land beside him.

Continuing to kiss her felt so natural and easier as she took the lead now. He knew how uncomfortable it was for her to have her glasses on when she laid down, so he removed her glasses for her, action she showed gratitude for by pulling him closer, the clunky barrier on her face no longer a deterrent. He set her glasses on the table and once they were safe, he used the free hand to caress her cheek, the other one pinned at his side under him, but he could hardly complain. They fell into a rhythm of sorts, as each kiss inspired another and the world around them disappeared.

As he felt her hand wander through his hair knew, his guilty nature told him that he should insist they go back to studying, that she had a big test coming up and he had promised to help her. He resisted a few moments more, finding that it was hardly a one-sided distraction, but knew it was a distraction nonetheless. “Willow, I think-,” but when he went to vocalize his thoughts, his mind went blank when he was met with her mischievous eyes that wordlessly called his bluff. Why was he trying to end this moment so soon again? “I uh, w-we should get back to studying.” He knew he needed to say, despite it being the last thing he wanted to say.

“Okay,” she said in a tone that suggested that what they should be doing and what they would be doing did not co-exist. Seeing that he did not loosen his hold on her, she snuggled closer to him and began kissing the side of his face and continued the conversation like this was just a normal part of it. Her voice was low and relaxed like she was in a dream, and this was the only way to keep him there with her. “Is that what you want to do?”

“We uh… I mean, don’t you…” he looked up at the ceiling as Willow peppered his jawline with kisses. He couldn't help but think that they never kissed so much before. When they managed to be alone, it was usually somewhere public and when he managed to summon the courage to kiss her it was usually very quick. It took him less time now to come around to the idea that she wanted to kiss him and keep kissing him. He had been so worried before about knowing if he was doing it right or if it was the right time, but every time her lips found his temple, all his mind could point out was that whole he was in the moment there was no time to overthink it. The logic wasn’t totally sound, but the amazing girl that he was crazy about wanted to kiss him right now and he was failing to find a reason she shouldn’t.

He turned his face to the side to look at her again and she stopped, waiting to see what he wanted to do. Her eyes flashed a small panic, worried she had overstepped or made him uncomfortable, but before she could even try to apologize Hunter moved to kiss her lips with such vigor that they tumbled off the couch.

Willow let out a squeal of delight as she wrapped her arms around his neck in celebration, trying to find a way to kiss him both quicker and longer at the same time. Anytime their lips weren’t touching Willow let out a small, delighted giggle and Hunter found himself joining in as they laughed and kissed on her living room floor, their studies left for a different day. In his mind, he referred to the next 10 minutes of nonstop kissing as "advanced kissing."

Willow would never tell him that most teenagers refer to it as “making out” because his terminology was much, much cuter.

---

“Darius! Darius!” Hunter called in a panicked voice as he rushed down the stairs in commotion the next day.

Darius and Alador sat at the kitchen table working on their second pot of coffee, having been up all night so close to a breakthrough in the sigil remover. Darius groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose, knowing by Hunter’s tone that it was nothing dangerous or life threatening, just that it was definitely too early for his unique brand of nonsense.

“In here, little prince,” he called anyway, knowing that prolonging it would only make things worse. Hunter rounded the corner, his sock feet sliding in on the wooden floor nearly causing him to face plant as he entered with such an aggressive purpose.

“Darius!” he panted. “ Darius, i-it’s an emergency! I’m having a physical reaction to love!”

Darius nearly spit out his coffee as Alador’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Oh,” said Alador, setting down his own cup as Darius coughed beside him. “Hmm, well ya know what I can call Edric over and give you both the talk at the same time if you-.”

“No, no, let him finish,” Darius said as he hit his chest to steady his breathing. “It’s most likely not what you think. Now, what exactly do you mean, Hunter?”

“Okay, well last night when I went to Willow’s I was helping her study for her exam and then we started kissing and she did this thing-.”

“Eh,” Darius raised his hand, cutting him off. “I don’t need to know all the details, just get to the point while I’m young please.”

“What, you wanted him to get to the point 10 years ago?” Alador murmured as he sipped his coffee with a satisfied smile, avoiding the deadly glare he knew Darius was giving him.

“Okay, okay but this morning I woke up with this!’ Hunter exclaimed, pulling his shirt collar to reveal a purple mark on the side of his neck. Unable to help themselves, Darius and Alador burst into laughter as Hunter’s panic increased.

“Why are you laughing?’ He demanded. “It’s not funny!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Darius said as he tried to dim his laughter. “No, no you’re right, it’s very serious. But just not in the way you’re thinking.”

“So I’m okay?” he asked cautiously. “This is normal? I’m not sick? I-it’s not a grimwalker thing?”

“No, no,” said Alador, trying to compose himself. “If anything, it’s a teenager thing.”

“So I’m okay? I’m not dying?”

“No, no no,” said Darius, wiping a tear from his eye. “Although, it would probably be in your best interest to put on a scarf if you plan on going to her house today. If her fathers see that, I’m quite certain their reaction won’t be as humorous.”

“So it is a bad thing?” Hunter asked, still not understanding the concept of a hickey. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Well, as one of your guardians, I’ll have to consult with Camila on how to answer that question when it comes to something like this,” chuckled Darius as he prepared his scroll to take a photo to show Camila on their next weekly wine and cheese night

“So, it’s not a curse or something? It doesn’t mean Willow is secretly mad at me or upset?”

“Well now, that’s something you’ll have to ask her to be sure,” said Darius sincerely as he went to fix Hunter a plate for breakfast. “But, as a former teenager, I think it’s safe to say she’s definitely not upset with you, little prince.”

#huntlow #huntlow fanfiction #toh #Hunter toh #Willow park #winter toh #the owl house

44 notes · View notes

sourwolf-sterek32 · 10 months

Text

Alpha’s First Daughter

Summary: You had been on your own for years after escaping the Whisperers. Until you run into a hunter in the woods who's searching for his brother.

The Walking Dead rewrite from Season 9 to Season 11 with you, Y/N, as Daryl Dixon's eventual love interest.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: language,

Chapter 22-

Over the next few weeks, things at Alexandria got worse.

With all the communities now living inside its walls, Kingdom, Hilltop, Oceanside and now Maggie's small group as well, supplies were running lower than ever.

You and Daryl decided to go out hunting for the day. Taking his bike and riding out to the river.

It had been a while since it was just the two of you out in the woods hunting. You didn't realise how much you missed this. You missed the simple life, when you and Daryl were living in his camp in the woods.

It was nice.

It was the best few years of your life, just living off the land with nobody but Daryl and the dogs.

You'd give anything to go back to those days. No stress, no worry, no Whisperers, it was relaxing, it was perfect.

"You ever wish we could just go back to how things used to be? Just you and me living in the woods with Ace and Dog?" You asked, as you and Daryl started to make your way back to his motorcycle after an unsuccessful hunt.

"Mmm." He hummed in agreement. "Life was simpler back then, that's for damn sure."

You were about to open your mouth to reply before you spotted Carol standing beside Daryl's bike in the distance.

"Did she follow us out here?" You asked, pointing at her.

Daryl frowned in confusion and followed your life of sight but seemed to be even more confused when he saw Carol.

What the fuck was she doing? Could she not even let you and Daryl be alone for a few hours? Did she not get enough of his attention already?

"What are ya doin' here?" Daryl asked once you reached the bike.

Carol shrugged, "I wanted to come hunt."

You ignored the urge to roll your eyes at her response, wishing she'd have just stayed at Alexandria and giving you and Daryl some time alone.

"We already hunted, but nothing's out here. So, we're heading back." You replied, not really wanting to wander the woods with her.

"It's still early. We can keep trying." She argued with a bright smile.

"It can't hurt." Daryl muttered, glancing over at you with a questioning look.

You sighed, not wanting to do this, but reluctantly nodded. Alexandria did need food, it would be nice to get some for them.

Although, two hours later, you still hadn't come across a single living animal in these damn woods. Alpha's horde had wiped them out and the ones the horde didn't kill, they'd have fled the area.

"We should go back. This is pointless." You said, stopping Daryl and Carols conversation about something that you weren't paying attention to.

"Yeah, I guess you're right-" Daryl stopped mid sentence when Dog suddenly took off running and barking through the woods. "Dog. Dog!"

"Shit." You cursed softly, instinctively running after him.

Daryl was right behind you as you ducked and weaved between the trees around you, Carol trailing behind, trying to keep up as you followed Dogs barks, until you reached some kind of old wooden cabin hidden away in the woods.

"We've hunted these woods for years. How did we not know this cabin was here?" You asked, glancing over at Daryl had an unreadable look on his face before you patted Dog on the head. "Good boy. Hopefully there's supplies inside."

You drew your sword and began making your way towards the front door that was broken and half opened, but you could never be too careful, there could be walkers inside.

Carefully, you stepped through the broken door, your sword in your hands as you scoped out the building, but after a quick scope, it was clear that this cabin was empty, and you sheathed your sword over your back and began looking around.

"We could stay the night here. Seal up that door." Carol pointed out as you stared opening random draws and cupboards.

You wanted to tell her that you could make it back to Alexandria before nightfall, but you knew that was a lie. You needed a place to stay the night and you hated that she was right, this cabin would be perfect.

"This place is completely empty." You sighed, closing the cupboards.

As if on cue, Dog suddenly started to scratch at one of the floorboards behind you, sniffing out something that was clearly hidden underneath.

You glanced over at Carol who caught your eye before she knelt down beside Dog.

"Is that the spot? Find food, boy?" She said, grabbing the wooden floorboards and pulling them up.

You watched as Dog continued to sniff, burying his snout in the small hole in the floor as Carol removed another floorboard before pulling out a small piece of paper inside.

Why the hell would there be a piece of paper hidden under the floor?

Suddenly, Carol's head snapped up in Daryl's direction after reading whatever was written.

"She lived here?"

"It was a long time ago." Daryl muttered, turning around and walking outside onto the porch.

You stood there in utter confusion as you watched him walk outside before you grabbed the note from Carol and read it.

'I belong with you. FIND ME'

What the fuck?

That was Daryl's handwriting.

You glanced over at Carol who refused to meet your gaze as she busied herself with canned food that was stored with the note.

"Is someone going to tell me what the fuck is going on? Who used to live here? And why did you write this?" You asked, walking back out the cabin to find Daryl leaning against the railing of the porch.

He didn't say anything for the longest time, and you thought he was just going to ignore you before he sighed and looked over at you.

"Leah. This was Leah's house."

Was that meant to mean anything? Who the fuck was Leah and why did Carol clearly know this woman and you didn't?

"I'm going to need more information than that." You said, looking over at him in confusion.

Daryl shook his head, turning away from you before he started to explain.

"I met her years ago... a few weeks before you showed up. She 'n I..." Daryl tailed off, not finishing his sentence, but you had a bad feeling you knew where this was going.

"You and Leah were together?" You asked.

He nodded, still refusing to look at you.

"Hold on, so a few weeks before I showed up, right? How long were you and Leah together for?" You questioned, a sinking feeling rising in your stomach.

"Nearly a year."

A year.

He was with her for a whole damn year.

"But..." The words were stuck in your throat as you shook your head. "But you and I were together by then."

"I know." He sighed.

Daryl had been secretly seeing Leah behind your back... he had been secretly meeting up with her while you were living with him in his camp. All this time, he had another woman living in this cabin while he was sleeping with you in his tent?

You felt like you were going to sick.

"All those times you wanted to go look for Rick by yourself... telling me to stay in camp, you were secretly seeing her, right? Or your hunting trips that took a few days that you wanted to do alone, that was all a cover up to see her?"

Daryl's silence was enough of an answer as rage and anger started to boil inside you.

You didn't say anything for a moment as you stared at Daryl, trying to process everything you had just found out as he stood there silently, his back facing you.

He had cheated on with this woman.

How the hell did you not know about this?

"Y/N, I'm sorry." Daryl eventually said, turning around to face you for the first time. "Things with Leah... it was different, it was new. You 'n her... it happened at the same time, 'n I didn't know what to do."

You chuckled, shaking your head. "So, you just slept with us both because you thought that was the best thing to do?"

"No... I-I, okay, yes, but-"

"So, let me guess, she found out that you had a girl back in your camp and she left you? That why she's not here?" You questioned bluntly, cutting him off.

"Nah." Daryl shook his head. "She didn't know 'bout ya... but she, uh, she made me choose between her 'n everythin' else. She gave me an ultimatum between her, my family 'n constantly lookin' for Rick."

"Well, she sounds like a nice human being." You commented sarcastically. "But, let me guess. You chose her anyway, right?"

Daryl's silence was enough of an answer, and you just shook your head in disbelief.

"You chose her, but by the time you decided what you wanted, it was too late. Hence why you left her the note because she was already gone, right?" You asked, and Daryl lowered his head and nodded. "So... you chose her over me. You chose her over your family... Judith, RJ, everyone."

"I know." He sighed, guilt washing over him. "She was gone 'n I tried to look for her, but she was just gone 'n left Dog alone in this cabin 'n-"

"Wait, Dog is hers?" You asked in shock.

"Yeah."

You just stared at him in utter disbelief as you slowly started to piece everything together.

That day Daryl never came back from his hunting trip. You had spent hours searching the woods for him and he showed up the next day looking like shit with a dog following him... that was the day Leah had left.

"That day I had to take you to Hilltop because you were so dehydrated... you said you went out hunting, but you had no intention of returning to me, did you? You went back to her, and she wasn't there." You said, everything slowly clicking into place.

"It doesn't matter no more. She left."

"It doesn't matter? How the fuck can you even say that!"

"Hold on, let's just calm down-" Carol began to say before you cut her off.

"Calm down? He just admitted that he fucking cheated on me!" You shouted, turning to face Carol before you glanced back at Daryl. "He chose her over me! The only reason you came back was because she was gone! The only reason we're still together is because Leah had disappeared!"

Hot tears started to rise in your eyes, but you pushed them back down as your body shook in anger.

"Were you even going to tell me?" You asked, your voice breaking.

His crystal blue eyes were now filled with unshed tears as he looked over at you and shook his head.

"Un-fucking-believable." You whispered, rubbing your face with shaky hands. "I'm out of here."

You turned and walked down the steps of the porch as Daryl called out to you.

"Y/N!"

You ignored him and continued walking and he didn't try and stop you as you disappeared into the woods.

When you returned to Alexandria, it was the middle of the night and everyone, but Gabriel on watch duty was asleep.

You didn't dare go back to the house where yours and Daryl's room was. The thought of sleeping in his bed made you feel sick.

Instead, you went out the barn startling a few of the horses before you grabbed one of the old rugs and draped it over a hay bale, creating a makeshift bed.

It was stupid. You had a perfectly good bed back inside the house or even a couch, but you just couldn't bring yourself to go back in there. To see all of Daryl's stuff, to smell his scent on the pillows... you couldn't.

So, instead you curled up on your makeshift bed and tried to sleep.

You weren't sure, but you must have eventually fallen asleep because before you knew it, you were startled awake by Negan who practically walked straight into you.

"What the- shit, kid. What the hell are you doing in here?" Negan questioned, grabbing your shoulder to stop you from rolling off the hay bale in fright.

"I was sleeping." You mumbled, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. "What time is it?"

"Early. But why are you sleeping in here? Daryl kick you to the dog house or something? What did you do?"

You sighed, "I didn't do anything. Why are you up so early?"

Negan started at you for a moment, a million questions flashing through his eyes, but to your relief, he didn't press the topic further as he grabbed the shovel against the wall.

"To shovel shit." He answered with a shrug. "If I keep up the hard work, these people might start tolerating me."

"We both know that's bullshit. They're never going to like people like you and me."

He chuckled softly, "yeah. I can't argue with that."

You stood up, grabbing your sword and throwing it over your back before clipping on your weapons belt as you looked around, realising that the sun was slowly starting to rise along the horizon.

Daryl and Carol would be back soon.

"You and Daryl okay?" Negan asked carefully, like he could hear your thoughts.

"Not exactly." You sighed, rubbing your face with your hands. "And no, I don't want to talk about it."

"Okay. Okay." Negan said, raising his hands. "Well, you know where to find me if you change your mind."

You nodded, watching as Negan walked into one of the horse stalls and started to shovel the shit before you walked out the barn.

It didn't take long before Daryl and Carol returned. You busied yourself with helping Aaron and Jerry patch up the back fence of Alexandria. Hammering up wooden boards to reinforce the rusting metal sheets behind it.

"Hey, can we talk?" Daryl's voice suddenly called out.

You sighed, ignoring him as you continued to hammer the last nail into the wood.

"Can you guys give us a minute? Please." Daryl said, looking over at the three men you were working with.

Jerry nodded, already walking away to give you guys some privacy, but Aaron hesitated, noticing the tension in your body.

"Do you want me to leave?" Aaron asked quietly, despite not knowing a single thing about what happened between you and Daryl, but seemed to realise something was wrong.

Aaron had known Daryl longer than you. He was friends with Daryl long before he ever met you, so you were a little surprised by his words, but knew it had something to do with you being Jesus' best friend.

"You go can." You answered, and he glanced over at Daryl for a moment before meeting your gaze and he simply nodded before he walked off.

"Y/N-"

"We have nothing to talk about." You said, cutting Daryl off as you put the hammer down and started to walk off too.

"Hey."

Suddenly, Daryl grabbed your arm and pulled you towards him.

"Don't touch me!" You snapped, yanking your arm from his grasp.

"Y/N, sweetheart, please-"

"Don't. Don't call me that. You lost the fucking right." You said, glaring at him.

"I didn't mean to hurt ya." He said, his voice so soft as he stared at you sadly.

"Well, you did."

Daryl sighed, looking down at the ground before he lifted his head and those crystal blue eyes locked with yours.

"What now? What happens to us?" He asked, clearly scared of the answer.

You shrugged your shoulders. "I don't know. You cheated on me... you... I-I can't do this. I can't do this now, not after everything. I just... I just need some time, to-to think."

You hated the fact that you could feel tears rising in your eyes as you stared at him, wishing that the last 24 hours never happened.

"I love ya, Y/N. Ya know that, right?" He asked, his voice thick with emotion.

You nodded, "I know."

Daryl loved you. That was obvious, but he had loved Leah more to choose her over you. That was the problem.

"I just need some time." You said, not giving him a chance to say anything before you walked away.

You turned down behind the barn out of Daryl's eye and earshot before you let the tears in your eyes finally fall. Once they started to fall, you couldn't stop them as you pressed your back against the wall of the barn and slid to the ground, burying your face into your knees as you broken down.

Previous Chapter / Next Chapter

MASTERLIST pinned to profile

Commissions open! Link in bio ❤️

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl dixon x reader #twd #The Walking Dead #the walking dead fanfic #Norman Reedus #negan

85 notes · View notes

dorianwritesthings · 2 years

Text

The Bad Batch x Reader: You Make Them Flower Crowns

A/N: Hey guess who wants to write fanfiction to put before the public again and also is in the middle of a Bad Batch fixation? It’s meeeee.

So anyway! Here is a little story for each member where you make and give them a flower crown.

Hunter:

You walked along the perimeter of your landing zone, careful to keep the Marauder in sight at all times. The planet you were on was mostly jungle, making a suspected separatist military base difficult for republic forces to find, let alone infiltrate. But for you, it meant the possibility of getting lost if you strayed too far.

One of the plants Tech described to you was growing in some abundance just behind the ship. It had edible leaves and pretty blue flowers of various sizes. You grabbed quite a few and put them into your bag before moving on to find some of those fruits you were so interested in.

By the time you were finished you’d actually managed to gather enough plants to feed the Batch, which was quite the accomplishment. Tech inspected it, approving your haul before going back to work on the ship with Echo.

You’d managed to find a few plants that had fruit, though Tech corrected that a few of these plants were technically vegetables. Regardless you tried each one, deciding that you could probably make some sort of salad with the leaves of that one plant you’d found and just put the sweet Jogan fruit type thing on the side.

You began to strip the flowers of their leaves, and suddenly an idea came to mind. You could make use of these flowers, too, if you had time.

Hunter, Wrecker, and Crosshair returned about an hour later. You’d had time to prepare some food, which Wrecker seemed pretty enthusiastic about. Echo and Tech were already eating.

“What’s all this?” Hunter asked as they drew closer. You smiled, hands clasped behind your back.

“Tech mentioned that this planet had edible wild plants.” You said. Crosshair continued on, but you reached out a hand to stop Hunter.

“What? No food for me?”

“Not yet. I made you something else, too.”

“Something else?”

You pulled the flower crown from behind your back and held it out to him, suddenly very nervous.

“You made this…for me?” he asked. You saw his eyes flicker to his brothers.

“I, uh, Yeah. I mean if you don’t want it, that’s fine.”

“No…” he said, taking it from you and gently placing it on top of his head. It fell almost perfectly over his bandana, “I like it.”

You smiled, blushing at the compliment and finally let him walk over to enjoy the food with everyone else.

“Nice crown, Hunter.” Crosshair teased. He had picked up one of the purple fruit pieces with a toothpick.

“Better than yours.” Hunter grabbed a plate and sat down next to Wrecker, leaving some room for you beside him.

Echo:

Your recent injury left you with quite a bit of time the past few days. Tech had said you’d be clear for duty in a few days, but in the mean time wanted you to rest as much as possible. Normally you didn’t like being left out, but you’d managed to take advantage of the time today.

The others had gone to get supplies while Tech and Echo worked on the ship. You watched them for a while, bored but grateful for the nice weather on this planet. This particular outpost was a small one, and your ship was surrounded by wildflowers.

They drew your attention and you remembered that you did know how to make flower crowns…maybe you could make one as a present to Echo. He’d been the one looking after you most while you recovered and you may have also…really…really liked him.

Quickly you set to work. You couldn’t really walk too far, but there were plenty of flowers nearby to choose from. You chained together some larger ones in a few different colors and then threaded in some of the small white ones all the way through, filling in the gaps. It was honestly pretty sturdy and you were happy with it.

“Echo?” You called. He immediately looked up at you, mentioned something to Tech, and jogged over.

“Yeah?” he asked, “You alright? Need anything?”

“Oh no.” you said, “I mean…I made this for you.”

You held up the crown in your hands, hoping he didn’t notice your nervousness.

“For me?”

“Yeah.” you said, “You’ve been so nice and I wanted to say thank you.”

“You…you don’t have to thank me.” he said, “Maybe you should wear it instead.”

“But, you’d look so cute!” The words of protest came out of your mouth quickly and you immediately felt heat flush over your cheeks.

Echo’s blush was adorable. He knelt down.

“Well, if you say so I guess.”

A bit hesitantly, but without objection from Echo, you set the flower crown on his head, glad to see that you’d judged the size correctly. He looked up and you smiled.

“Well? How do I look?” He said it hesitantly, a small smile on his lips.

“You look great,” you said, “Do you…like it?”

He adjusted it a bit. “Well I’m certainly not taking it off.”

Wrecker:

“Woah.”

The field of flowers before you was honestly impressive. You’d never seen anything like it in your travels throughout the galaxy.

“That’s a lot of flowers.” Wrecker agreed, standing next to you. You’d both just gotten off the Marauder and were standing next to the boarding ramp to let the others get off.

“Actually they’re a non-native species.” Tech said, “But they grow so well in this region due to the temperate climate and little shade.”

“C’mon, Tech! Don’t ruin it!”

“I’m simply providing more information.”

You chuckled a bit, reaching down to touch one of the flowers’ soft petals.

“We could be here for a while.” Hunter said, “So make yourselves comfortable.”

You were waiting to meet with a contact, but you’d arrived early.

“Hey, Wrecker,” You said, “Can you bring me some flowers? Keep the stems as long as you can. Whatever colors you want.”

“Hm? Okay sure!” he smiled at you and began hunting for some. The field had a decent variety, though most of the flowers were blues, purples, and reds.

“That’ll keep him occupied.” Crosshair said, passing by you to do some of his own exploring. You chose to ignore him.

Wrecker quickly returned with two handfuls of flowers, which was more like an armful when you held them.

“How’s that?” His smile hadn’t faded a bit.

“Perfect!” You beamed, beginning to weave them together.

“What are you doing?” He took a seat beside you and looked on curiously as you overlapped the stems.

“It’s a surprise.”

He chuckled, “You like your surprises, don’t ya?”

You grinned at that, continuing to work on a matching set of flower crowns. Wrecker started to poke at the ground, pulling apart a few of the flowers around you.

“Aaaaand done.” You smiled, holding up both crowns. Wrecker looked at them.

“Awesome!…What is it?”

You chuckled, placing one of the crowns on his head.

“They’re flower crowns..” You put the other one on your own head, “Now we match, see?”

He picked you up into a hug and you let out a surprised squeak that quickly turned into laughter as he spun you around.

“I like it.” he said into your ear, finally releasing you. He kept it on throughout the day, showing off how the two of you matched during dinner.

Tech:

“What about this one?” you ask, holding up a light purple flower in his line of sight.

“Ah, that would be a Vervain Hipna. They’ve been used in some cultures as a sleep aid, though the property is only brought out when boiled.” He took the flower from your fingers, looking at it closely and inspecting it’s petals, “Touching them is fine.”

“Interesting.” You smiled, working one of them into your current lattice of stems. The crown was almost done with Tech none the wiser.

“Many of the plants grown here have some sort of medicinal use.” Tech continued, scanning another of the plants.

“Oh yeah? And what’s your favorite?”

He considered your question for a moment.

“I suppose the multiple uses of the Mehere Lillium is quite interesting. It’s roots produce a mild disinfectant, reduce fevers, and the flower petals produce an orange dye.”

“Orange dye, huh? What do they look like?”

He looked around for a moment.

“Ah, here.” he reached down and picked up an especially large orange-red flower, “This one is a pretty good specimen.”

You took the flower from him and Tech looked away quickly, blushing a bit at the quick contact of your hands. You took the opportunity to examine the flower. It was large with 6 pointed petals that stretched from red to a deep orange.

“They’re actually grown in controlled gardens on other planets,” he continued, “Since the dye they produce is so sought after. The largest off-planet grower is actually the same one who produces the Malreaux household plants.”

“Ah, well they also make a good crowning jewel.” you said, looking over you’re completed crown. You’d connected the two ends, using the large orange flower as the centerpiece.

“A what?” he asked, turning back to you. His eyes settled immediately on the creation in your hands.

“You like it?”

“It’s quite impressive.” He looked it over, “How long did it take?”

“Not long.” You sat the crown on his head, enjoying his puzzled expression. “I’m glad it fits.”

He reached a gentle hand up to feel the crown on his head, a small smile forming on his lips.

“A lovely gift, my dear. Thank you,” he said, “Now, may I craft one for you?”

Crosshair:

If you were completely honest with yourself, you were enjoying this mission quite a bit. Time alone with Crosshair was a rarity, even if it could be quiet.

He’d been settled in his vantage point for quite some time, time enough for you to become a little bored. You were with him as a lookout. This particular target had rather irregular patrols. Hunter wanted you to keep lookout while Crosshair focused in case they sent someone your way.

Unfortunately, no one had come up the path since the two of you trudged up there that morning. Distracting yourself with the manipulation of the clearing’s many flowers felt like a good use of time.

You spared a glance over at Crosshair. He was laying on the ground, carefully waiting for the target to appear. You were sat facing the opposite direction, able to see both the path you’d come from in the distance and an adjacent one on the mountainside next to you.

The field you two were in had quite a few flowers to choose from, but you decided to go with a red theme. It matched his armor.

Finally finished, you placed the crown gently on his head. Crosshair tensed and breathed your name in annoyance.

“What is on my head?”

“I made a flower crown. Fits you perfectly.”

He spared a glance at you for just a moment, but you didn’t miss the small smirk on his face. You also didn’t miss how genuinely cute he looked with your flower crown on.

“Doesn’t sound like you’re doing much of your job then, lookout.”

“Come on.” You rolled your eyes, “I get bored and needed something to do with my hands. And now you’re head is sufficiently camouflaged.”

“Somehow, I doubt this makes a difference.”

“You know, Crosshair, when someone makes something for you, you’re usually supposed to say thank you.” You leaned back on your hands and looked again at the empty trail.

“I thought you said you made it because you were bored. Not for me.”

You froze for a second and he chuckled a bit.

“How adorable.”

#bad batch #bad batch x reader #star wars #crosshair x reader #tech x reader #hunter x reader #echo x reader #wrecker x reader #bad batch headcanons #crosshair #echo #tech #hunter #wrecker #the bad batch

595 notes · View notes

sergeantsporks · 10 months

Text

Dadrius Week Day 5: Uncle Eberwolf

“You’re lucky today,” Eberwolf signed, “Tomorrow? I would have been taking ratworms out of town. Should have called. I almost didn’t see the scroll.”

“Yes, because I CLEARLY have ready access to a raven phone at the moment.”

Eber gave Darius a ‘really?’ face. “Your parents live down the street.”

“That is the problem, isn’t it? Can we just leave? I’m surprised Jasmin hasn’t already sniffed us out.”

Eber shrugged, backing up and yowling his species’ equivalent of ‘beep, beep, beep.’ He drew a circle, and two ratworms, one a usual greyish color and the other a rarer bright red, slithered out, curling around him. “One for Hunter. One for you.” Eber sniffed Hunter’s injured hand. “To the healer?”

“No,” Hunter answered, “Just home.”

Eber raised one eyebrow, but didn’t comment, just hopped onto Darius’ shoulder and leaned forward until Darius sat on the red ratworm, wrinkling his nose at the creature’s grimy surface. He knew they liked to wallow and dig, but really. Did Eber ever bathe them? Maybe that was where he was taking them tomorrow, although Darius sort of doubted it.

The moment Hunter climbed onto his ratworm (carefully moving the cape he still wore so that it didn’t touch the animal, Darius noted with some small amount of pride) Eber yipped, and the two worms took off, expertly bobbing and weaving through the streets. An abomination warp certainly would have been much faster, but the ratworms weren’t exactly slow, and they arrived at Darius’ house in minutes.

“Thank you, Eberwolf.” Hunter slid off of the ratworm and headed inside without another word, shoulders slumped. Darius watched him go, waiting until the blinds in Hunter’s room closed.

“I think I may have made a mistake,” he said in a rush to Eberwolf.

“You think?”

Darius twisted his gloves in his hands. “I didn’t give him enough warning. I let Jasmin of all people run off with him—”

“I like Jasmin.”

“Of course you do. But she’s a bit of a strong force for impressions, especially added on top of the stress of meeting my parents.” Darius pinched the bridge of his nose. “I pushed him too fast, and now I’ve scared him off. Something went wrong, he broke a glass, and it made him freeze up. I think I perhaps made it worse somehow when I tried to help? He got hurt, and he’s upset with me for taking him there—not that I blame him. I just… wanted to introduce him to my family. And now he’ll probably never want to go back.”

Eberwolf sniffed. “Sure about that?”

“Of course he won’t want to go back! The whole thing went sour from the beginning—Jasmin was right, I shouldn’t have expected to just show up and expect everything to be normal.”

Darius paced back and forth. “I should have patched things up with my family on my own before trying to drag Hunter into the mix. Things are still awkward between us, and adding a whole other person, especially one I’m also having an awkward time with… titan, he probably thinks they hate him and he was the problem. I was the one on trial; they probably already like him. Heaven knows my father was judging how I’m taking care of Hunter.” Darius pinched the bridge of his nose. “Which he… was probably proved right about. He got hurt on my watch—I’m supposed to be the adult in his life that protects him from injury, Eberwolf! No wonder he’s upset.”

Eber scratched his ear. “So tell him.”

“I’ve already told him it wasn’t his fault we left early, and he doesn’t seem to believe me. He’s…” Darius waved a hand in the air. “Catastrophizing.”

“And you’re not?”

“Well. It’s not catastrophizing if it’s true.”

Eber rolled his eyes. “I’ll tell him.”

“What? Eber, no, you’re—”

Eber scuttled halfway up the side of his wall, clawing his way out of Darius’ reach. “Too late!” He disappeared into an upstairs hall window. Despite his irritation and anxiety that Eber would aggravate the situation, Darius didn’t chase after him.

Maybe he’ll surprise me.

Xxx

Hunter unwrapped his hand, hissing as the bandages stuck to the wound. Yeah. That was going to smart tomorrow. But the bleeding had stopped, and the wound had already started to clot, so with any luck, they’d at least be scabbed over by tomorrow.

The door to his room opened, and Eberwolf scampered in, sniffing at his wounds.

“It’s fine,” Hunter insisted, but he held his open palm out to the demon anyway. “What do you think, jelly?”

Eber nodded. “Keep flexible,” he signed. Hunter was still learning the demon’s language, but he understood enough that he didn’t need Darius to translate anymore.

Eberwolf’s nose crinkled. “Bad day?”

Hunter eyed him. “You’re not going to just report everything I say to Darius, are you?”

Eberwolf crossed his heart. “Won’t.”

Hunter sighed, gently sponging dried blood away from the wounds. “I screwed up. I broke a glass, I had a—a panic attack in the middle of his parents’ kitchen, and I don’t think they were too impressed with me to begin with.” He expertly unscrewed the lid off of a tube of antibiotic gel with one hand, squeezing the substance onto his open palm. “I just wanted to do something with Darius for father’s day, maybe just… I don’t know, take some sort of step out of ‘person who lives in his house.’ And instead, I made everything worse.”

Eberwolf snuffled, pawing at his nose.

Hunter sat down on his bed with a whump. “He tried to introduce me to his family, Eber! It was a big deal! But I messed up. And now he’ll probably never want to let me near them again. I—are you okay?”

The little demon had been rocking back and forth, scratching at his face, but now he fell over backwards, rolling around and howling with laughter.

Hunter jumped up, flushing. “This is serious! Stop—quit laughing at me, I don’t have the same advantage you do where I’ve been on good terms with Darius for years, I—I what is so funny?!”

Eber shook so hard he couldn’t sign properly. He wheezed out a couple barks and growls through laughs, then gave up. The little demon hopped back to his feet, coughing for air.

“Thinks he made mistake.”

“Oh,” Hunter said softly. The festering worry that he’d done something wrong yawned open wider inside his chest, seizing his lungs. Darius thought bringing Hunter had been a bad idea. He really had messed up. “Okay,” he managed, “Thanks for telling me how he… how he feels.”

“No.” Eber hesitated, started to sign something, then snatched up a pen and one of the brand new journals Camila had gifted him for his first school semester at Hexside.

You’renot the mistake.

Hunter stared at him, uncomprehending. Then, slowly, slowly: “Wait, if I’m not the mistake—what he thinks—”

“Overwhelmed you.”

“What? No, it was my fault, I broke the glass, I freaked out, why would he think—I mean, his abomination slithering around my feet didn’t help, but again, that’s on—it’s not Darius’ fault!”

Eberwolf heaved a long-suffering sigh. “Wants to take you back. Thinks you don’t want to go.”

“I do! I mean, maybe not today, but if he wants to—if they want to—if we can…” Hunter paced around his room. “Eber, you know him better. Does he want—does he think—am I just—”

“Finish sentence.”

“I…�� Hunter struggled for words. Did he want answers to any of his questions? What if the answer was no? What if Darius was just letting him stay in the house, and the adoption papers were only a formality? Did Darius even plan on signing them?

But he’d wanted Hunter to meet his family—did he want them to be Hunter’s family, too? Jasmin had called herself his ‘Aunt Jasmin’—although that had sort of seemed like something she’d do without much prompting.

“What am I supposed to be?” he said finally.

Eber tilted his head. “Hunter.”

“No, I mean—am I his coworker? Friend? Ward? Ch-chi—” Hunter couldn’t finish the word.

“Supposed be Hunter. Whatever is.”

Hunter sighed, flopping backwards onto his bed. “It was almost easier when he hated me. At least I knew what he expected.”

“Easier. Not better.”

“No. Not better,” Hunter agreed. He’d only gotten Darius’ respect recently, sure, but now that he had it, he never wanted to lose it. Whatever happened, whatever he and Darius ended up being, he didn’t want to go back to how it had been.

“You want…?”

“I don’t know.” Hunter rubbed his arms. “I don’t know what I want. I don’t know if I’m ready for—for—” He shuddered, remembering the cold, slithering feel of Darius’ abomination. It didn’t usually bother him; neither did Amity’s. But this time… “It was easier with Camila.”

Not that he’d put a label on what Camila was to him, either. But somehow, the stagnant unsureness was more comfortable with her. Simply a quiet state of being, rather than this volatile, dangerous thing that felt like the ground beneath Hunter was moving and swaying and could possibly explode at any moment. His hand went to his belt pouch, resting on top of the card inside.

“I don’t know,” he repeated.

Eberwolf shrugged. “Darius doesn’t either.” He patted Hunter’s arm. “Not fault.”

The demon stretched, then headed out the door, disappearing into the hallway. Hunter heard a scratching sound on the outside wall, and then nothing. He stared up at the ceiling, absentmindedly flexing and relaxing his injured hand.

If Darius doesn’t know what he wants, how am I supposed to figure out where I fit in here?

Am I just supposed to… figure out what I want and hope it lines up with whatever he figures out?

What if it doesn’t?

Darius wouldn’t kick him out, he was sure of that much, but still. There were dozens of ways his situation could go badly that didn’t involve displacement. He could list at least five off the top of his head.

They couldn’t stay in this awkward stalemate forever. He knew that.

But still. Thinking about what might happen when they left… Hunter would rather grab another handful of glass.

Xxx

Is Hunter okay? Mom and Dad are asking, too.

Darius’ fingers hovered over the keyboard. The last set of text messages between he and Jasmin was another rejected dinner invitation from three years ago—and scrolling up, he could see that their last real conversation that weren’t short courtesy invites had been ten years ago.

I really did drop the ball on that one. No wonder she was upset.

What did he tell her?

He’s fine, he replied shortly (a lie, maybe, but what was he supposed to answer?), then added thank you for the concern. I’ll let him know you asked.

Three dots.

We saved some cake. If you two want to come back.

Darius read and reread the message over and over again. Another invitation. A second chance.

Before he could send a response, Eber barked a warning, and Darius jumped up as he scuttled back down the wall, suddenly nervous. If he hadn’t screwed up with Hunter irreversibly, they could make this work. His parents and Jasmin were willing to try again—if only Hunter was on board. “Well?” he demanded, “How’d it go?”

Eber preened, grooming himself. “How did what go?”

“Don’t do this to me, Eber.”

A dramatic sigh. “I am the only one keeping this family together.”

Darius fought back the urge to pick the demon up by the scruff of his neck and shake him until he got answers. Still, his hands twitched. “Eber.”

Eberwolf stretched, whistling for his ratworms. “Promised not to tell you what he said. But I will say, you need to figure out what he means to you. Or you’re going to lose him.”

#toh #the owl house #dadrius week 2023 #day 5: uncle eberwolf #dadrius #darius deamonne #hunter deamonne #eberwolf the huntsman #toh eberwolf #my writing #toh fanfiction

62 notes · View notes

fantem1903 · 10 months

Text

Some Rotten Man: A Book of Bad Decisions by Maggie Clef (Preview)

The following is the first half of the prologue to the upcoming SCP Wiki interactive novel, Some Rotten Man, starring the Baddest Man in Hell, Alto Clef.

The story is a part of the W H O R E O F B L O O D canon, and should be considered separate but adjacent to other commonly known depictions of Clef, the Goddess, and SCP-166, as it was made from what @ashes-and-pudding and I loved most about the characters, and made into a new take.

With that all said, I hope you enjoy a preview of his better days:

(1686 words)

A strong breeze graced the two children on the cliff. One a kid, and one a fawn.

The kid stalked through the brush like a hunter, his two small hands in the shape of pistols. His footsteps were light. He knew his target was near. “Ya can’t hide forever, ya know I’ll getcha.” The warm, bright Grecian sun made his black fur feel even hotter. Sweat trickled down and stung his eye. “Come on out! No sense bein’ a sore lo-” The kid bleated slightly, as he felt two fingers press against his lower spine. “Bang! Gotcha!” The fawn smiled. The kid spun around just a little too slow as the fawn pressed two fingers against his chest. She mimicked the sounds of a gun firing.. Each imaginary bullet punctured the kid’s torso. “Gotcha again! You’re dead twice now. Good job.”

“Nuh-uh! I got armor!” The kid said, puffing his chest out. “I’m bulletproof!”

“Wh- no! That’s cheating! How’d you get that?!” She huffed, pouting as she looked at him in disbelief. “Cuz I’m the bad guy! I stole it offa lawman I shot down.”

“That’s not fair!”

“Yeah it is! I earned it! From when m-” The kid couldn’t finish. The fawn tackled him to the ground as she cracked a smile. “Shut up!” She laughed as they both hit the ground. “I put you in the ground fair and square, Alto!” The kid blows a raspberry at her. “Fuck you, Gaea.”

The fawn slapped him lightly across the snout, causing the kid to bleat. “Watch your mouth, Alto! I’m still the law around here, and I can bury you again.” “Yeah, and I’m an outlaw! No one kills the bad guy, he’s too tough!” “I just did!” “Well then why am I still here, dummy.” The kid stuck his tongue out at the fawn before she jabbed him right in the snout. “Ow! Quit it, I’m sensitive there.” She giggled. “Aw, looks like Mr. Outlaw is sensitive isn’t he?” The kid lapsed into an embarrassed but comfortable silence as they laid side by side, staring up at a blue summer sky. The cry of gulls filling the air.

It had been a few moments until the fawn broke the silence. “Hey Alto? Do you ever miss the Seventh Circle?” The kid was quiet for a bit. Dark memories lapped at the edge of his mind. “Naw… I- We weren’t very happy there. I just- I miss my family, I guess. The ones who didn’t make it, I mean.”

The fawn was silent, not sure what to say. “… How many?”

“... A lotta ‘em…” He sniffed, trying to hide it from her, despite already noticing. “I, uh, didn’t used to be the youngest, ya know.”

“… I’m so sorry, Alto.” She sat up, placing a supportive hand on his knee. The kid sat up, and looked off to the side. “Ain’t nothin’ you gotta be sorry for. You weren’t the ones that killed ‘em… but thanks.”

“Of course. I’m your friend, that’s what I’m here for.” She gave a reassuring smile. “At least you’re safe here, right?”

“Yeah… Yer safe with me too, ya got that? I ain’t lettin’ nothin’ happen to you.” He put on a tough look, the best a boy could do at his age. Even if it was all smoke, the fawn still smiled and drew the kid into a warm embrace. “Well, thank you for keeping me safe, Mr. Bad Guy.” The kid blushed as he felt her arms around his neck. He gingerly returned it with his arms around the small of her back. The fawn wished in her heart that he’d never let go. The kid broke the hug first, as he remembered what he spent all of last night doing. “Hey, uh… I made ya a lil somethin’.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?” The fawn tilted her head.

“C’mon, I left it over here so we wouldn’t mess it up when we were playin’.” He stood up, gave his hand to the fawn to pull her up to his level. He brought her near the edge of the cliff, where they often sat. “Ok, you wait here, just close your eyes, and hold out your hand. I’ll be right back.” “Alright!” She waited as she was told to. She could hear him curse under his breath in the distance, and fumble a bit. “You, uh, doing okay back there, Alto?”

“Yeah, yeah, just- fuck, hold on, I messed something up.” He responded, walking back over to her. Gaea could feel something land in her hand. “Alright, open yer eyes!”

She did. What lay in her hands was the worst flower crown she had ever seen; poorly knotted Bear’s Breeches.

“I hope ya like it!” The kid smiled, proud of his handiwork.

“I… I love it.” She looked up, giving him a genuine smile. She donned the crown alongside her fledgling antlers. Or rather, tried to, as it immediately fell apart.

“Aw shit! Come on!” The kid groaned, embarrassed. “I ain’t no good at this, am I?”

“Alto, don’t be so hard on yourself, okay? You know I still love it.” She sat down at the edge of the cliff, gathered the flowers, and got to work. “Here, we can fix it together. Come on, sit down with me, alright?” “Yeah, sure, I ain’t… very good at makin’ shit.” He sighed, sitting down and letting his legs swing off the side of the cliff. “I uh… hope it ain’t too shitty or nothin’.” “Not at all!... You uh… chose a heck of a flower to make this out of… We’d have to get rid of some of this mess…” She held it up for the kid, stripping the flower of the superfluous petals. ”Like this, see?”

The kid nodded and watched intently. “When you’re done with that, can I try again?”

“Of course! Almost done.” She smiled, handing the prepped flowers over to the kid. “There you go! Now, you just gotta put those stems through those stems, and keep on going till you reach around to the start.”

The kid focused on threading the stems through the other stems, the fawn only occasionally interjecting to fix a mistake or two. Soon enough, the kid wrapped the crown around the fawn’s head to measure, closed the loop, and placed the much-improved and much more stable flower crown on her head.

“There you go! See? Easy, right?” She smiled, bringing her hands together in a clap.

“Yeah, you’re really good at this… guess it comes free with bein’ a nature god.” He playfully punched her shoulder.

“Maybe, but I also just like making stuff in general.” She giggled, and put a single flower in-between the kid’s long ears.. “... Especially if it’s for you.”

The kid looked away and blushed hard. “... Thank ya, Gaea. I… can’t really do much. I’m not good at a lotta things. Besides, ya know.” He shaped his hand into a pistol and went ‘bang’. An imaginary bullet pierced the heart of a gull flying high overhead. “I just- I wanna take care of you, I guess. Like how you do for me.” “Yeah and I think you’re doing a great job.” The fawn hugged the kid’s arm. Her head rested on his shoulder as the both of them looked at the sea. The two enjoyed the silence. The cold breeze of the open air and the warmth of their bodies right next to each other. “... Hey Alto?” “Yeah?” “What do you wanna be when you’re older?” “I told ya, didn’t I?” The kid smiled, wide and bright. “I’m gonna go back to the Seventh Circle. And when I do, I’m gonna be the Baddest Man in Hell. I’m gonna show those rent-a-cops with their fuckin’ tacked on tin stars who’s hot shit.” “... Why?” The kid blinked. “Huh?” “Why do you wanna be ‘Bad Man’ anyways?” The kid had a fire in his voice as he spoke. A fire that always made the fawn weary. “I like you the way you are already.” The kid was quiet for a while. He looked at the fawn’s worried face. Concern etched all over her pretty eyes. He sighed. “Cuz I’d rather be a bad man than stuck as… ‘river trash’.” He looked away. Embarrassed or maybe just ashamed. “River scum can’t take care of their family, can’t stop when bad men wanna hurt ‘em. River scum can't do shit." “Alto…” The fawn grabbed a hold of the kid’s hand, gently. “And ‘sides…” He turned back to “I was already a bad man before you met me. I might as well try and be the baddest there is.” “... You wanna know something, Alto?” “What’s that?” “I don’t think you’re a bad guy.” She puts another flower on his ear. “I think you just try too hard to be one.”

The kid sat there. And said nothing. He did nothing. He merely looked off to the horizon.

“I hope I’ll always have a place in your life. I don’t want you going away forever.” “Of course you will! When I’m the meanest, baddest sumbitch in Hell, I’ll do whatever I want. I’ll get a whole world just for you! Just for the both of us!”

The fawn giggled. “You don’t gotta! I think I like this world just as it is already.” “Maybe… but I think you deserve better.” “... You know, you can always just stay here, right? You don’t have to go anywhere. You, your family, you’ll always have a place right here, with me.” “Yeah… yeah… I know…” the kid was aloof. His thoughts elsewhere.

The fawn pouted once more, and thought of a way to get him out of his stupor. She leaned in quick, and pecked him right on the cheek.

“Wh-” the kid bleated once more, his face beet-pink. She simply giggled. “C’mon, Mr. Bad Guy. We gotta get dinner ready.”

=========================

I wanna tell y’all a story. A story about my papa. The Gunslinger. The Baddest Man in Hell. Agent Ukulele. Angel Eyes. The Anti-Type Green. Doctor Clef.

This is a story of how he dies.

=========================

Some Rotten Man will release during this Halloween's ANTHOLOGY! Want to read more right fucking now? Hit me up in DMs to become a beta reader!

#also “Kid” means both “child” AND “baby goat” in this context #scp #scp foundation #scp wiki #alto clef #clef #dr clef #dr. clef #scp 166 #maggie #the goddess #Some Rotten Man #WH0RE 0F BL00D #writers on tumblr #preview

57 notes · View notes