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This Would Probably Be Awkward If I Weren’t Going To Die

icon hours at the Fall Banquet.

Ao3: Chapter below cut

The drive to Blackwell University would only be four hours. They won, or lost depending on how much you like throwing parties, the lottery to host the fall banquet that year. Apparently it was supposed to be a two day event, but the Foxes would arrive Saturday and leave Saturday. 

When time came to load onto the bus it wasn’t a surprise that Nicky had a date- some dude named Jim from his acting class. However, Neil did find himself genuinely surprised that Katelyn was there. Apparently Aaron had finally asked her to be his date. The Foxes exchanged money as Andrew completely ignored her presence. Neil would have been curious about that response if he wasn’t too busy being relieved that he wasn’t getting dragged into the couple’s shit. 

They all piled onto the bus, everyone going to their usual seats. Neil made for his, but Katelyn caught the sleeve of his sweatshirt and tugged him into the seat with her Aaron. So much for being relieved. 

“Study with me?” She asked, “I brought snacks.” He would have said no, he would have gone to his usual seat. But Katelyn, the mad woman, pulled out a container of strawberries because she was an evil evil convening fiend. So instead, Neil squeezed into the seat with her and Aaron. 

“God, your handwriting fucking sucks.” Neil told her as she handed him the container and opened up her notebook on their laps. Neil caught on to the lack of any noise on the bus and looked up. Everyone was standing around staring at them. “Oh I’m sorry, is this a group activity?” Neil asked. 

“Are you friends?” Allison asked. 

“I don’t have friends.” Neil pointed out. 

“Hey,” both Seth and Nicky complained at the same time before looking at each other in distress. 

“You don’t think we’re friends?” Matt asked. 

“This is your fault,” Neil said to Katelyn. “Why would we be friends?” It was a genuine question. He wasn’t nice to any of them, they barely knew anything about him that wasn’t a sarcastic lie, he didn’t understand where the confusion was coming from. Although he’d never had friends before so he supposed his reference point of half-assed observation might be off.

“You are so stupid it’s almost tragic.” Aaron said. 

“Figure this shit out sitting down,” Coach ordered, pointedly starting the bus. He waited until everyone was seated to pull out of the parking lot. 

Neil took the minute of silence to immediately start quizzing Katelyn on formulas. They weren’t friends. Neil didn’t have friends- he may not know what exactly constitutes friendship but he was fairly certain you had to be a real person to have friends. 

The other’s seemed to understand that Neil wasn’t in the mood for their shit and went about their business. 

“Hey,” Katelyn whispered when Aaron had fallen asleep almost halfway through the drive. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For knocking out Dustin.”

“I literally do not know who that is.”

“Yesterday? With a skateboard. Aaron told me.” oh so that’s what that guy’s name was.

“It wasn’t difficult.” Neil said. 

Katelyn laughed. “Maybe not for you, but still, thank you.” 

“I could have taken him.” Aaron murmured against the window of the bus- half asleep. 

Neil rolled his eyes. Katelyn pressed her hand to her mouth to hold back her laughter.

“Are you two nerds still studying?” Aaron asked.

“Oh, I’m sorry, is the pre-med major calling me a nerd?” Neil asked. 

“Hey! I’m pre-med.” Katelyn exclaimed, offended. 

“Yeah, you’re both nerds. Not me.” 

“How many math classes are you taking again?” Aaron asked. 

Not enough, Neil thought. “Shut up,” Neil said. He was not a nerd for understanding math. 

The sight of the Blackwell stadium rose into view with Kevin’s hyperventilating. The bus grew silent as Andrew attempted to get Kevin to calm down. The vodka Coach had packed worked a lot better. Neil wasn’t exactly thrilled to be spending so much time with Riko or Tetsuji either. As if either man recognized him, Neil would die sooner rather than later. But he hadn’t grown up with them. 

The only time Kevin had mentioned Tetsuji he’d called him “master” which really told everything Neil needed to know about what growing up in the nest was like. 

Blackwell let the Foxes use the away team locker rooms to get dressed. Neil had gotten ready the fastest out of everyone, going to wait in the middle room between the men’s and women’s lockers. When allison came out of the women’s room with Katelyn, Dan and Renee, she made a beeline for Neil. He tried to duck out of her grasp but it was no good. 

Allison straightened his collar, tugged on his sleeves and ruffled his hair before giving him a smug smile and turning to the others. 

“Am I good or am I great?” She asked. 

She’d put him in a sheer white button up and a black blazer with dark orange bits on it. He’d considered not wearing it until Allison had showed up in his dorm that morning saying “I have the sneaking suspicion you’ve never worn a suit before,’ and then had handed him a tank top to wear under the shirt. 

His scars were hidden so he wasn’t uncomfortable persay, although it was definitely made to fit him tighter then he’d ever wear on his own. 

“You look very nice Neil.” Renee said. 

“Fox colors,” Dan agreed. The rest of the men started filing out of the bathroom. 

“It has no pockets.” Neil observed. 

Andrew reached over and ripped open one of the jacket pockets before continuing on his way to the door. 

“Huh?” Neil inspected it. “They sew them shut?” He asked. 

“It keeps them fresh.” Allison answered. 

“The pockets?” Neil pulled at the other pocket seeing the loose threads stitching it shut. He ripped it open not understanding why anyone would do that.

“It’s amazing watching you discover the world.” Allison observed. 

“I’ve seen plenty.” Neil shook his head. Just because he didn’t know about fancy pockets or eyedrops didn’t mean he’d grown up under some sort of rock. It just meant he had other things to worry about at the time. 

Neil realized that discovering his pockets would be the only good part of the day approximately five minutes later when the Foxes walked into the court. 

First off- right away Neil noticed that the court was being used as the dining/ dance area. And that was horrible enough on it’s own before Dan started cursing and he realized some chucklefuck had decided to put the Foxes at the same table as the Ravens. 

None of the Foxes slowed on their route to the table regardless of how ridiculous the matching dressed-all-in-black-sitting-in-matching-poses-Raven’s were. The only reason they were remotely imposing was because Neil knew they were capable of murder. If he hadn’t known that he might have laughed. 

Coach asked them all to behave somewhat before going off to the coaches table.

Neil ended up seated between Kevin and Katelyn. With Andrew and the upperclassmen following Kevin and Aaron, Nicky and Nicky’s date on the other side of Katelyn. 

Neil attempted to do everyone a favor and tune the Raven’s out as Riko got every other Foxes name wrong. Calling Dan, Hennessey; Seth, Bryan; Renee, Natalie; and Andrew, Doe. Neil was half expecting Riko to pull out some of his own alternative names, there were plenty to choose from if he knew where to look. But no one was talking to Neil. 

No, Riko and Jean were making half-veiled threats to most of the Foxes but largely ignoring Neil and it took him a bit before it clicked. And then it did. Riko simply just didn’t know who Neil was. Not who he really was. If Riko knew he was Nathaniel there was no doubt in Neil’s mind that he’d be leveraging the information. 

But he really, truly believed that Neil Josten was a real boy. And Neil Josten came from nowhere special, was ignored and neglected by his parents, chasing his dreams in Palmetto. A no one trying to be important, hand picked by Kevin Day himself. And if you were trying to pick out Neil Josten’s weakness on paper- just knowing the backstory that Neil had laid out. Being ignored would be an easy one to pick. 

Leaving him alone for a stretch would work just as well as picking at the others insecurities and pasts out loud. At least Riko would think it would. Because he doesn’t know- he just genuinely didn’t. 

Neil realized everyone was looking at him, most of the Foxes looking worried as if fearing his reaction. 

“What?” Neil asked. He turned to Katelyn, “What?” He asked again. 

“Riko asked what your name was, because clearly you’re not important enough to remember.” She stage-whispered to him with wide eyes. 

Neil started laughing. “Sorry, sorry.” He said trying to get ahold of himself. “Oh, wow. It’s been a while since I laughed that hard.” He lost it again. Then he got a semblance of a grip. “My name’s Neil, Ne-il.” he said it as slow as possible. “It seems like you’re really struggling with names tonight, so be glad mine’s so easy. Is this supposed to be scary?” He turned to Kevin. “Really? Oh no, Kevin, the Raven’s said we suck whatever shall I do?’ He started laughing again. A distant part of Neil realized he might be having some kind of mental breakdown. 

“What are you expecting, really?” Neil asked. “That your low opinion of us will be the final straw? Maybe you’re that self conscious but give us Foxes a little more credit then that. We live on bad press.”

“Excuse me?” Riko asked. 

“Neil-” Kevin let out a pained groan. 

“You’re excused, I doubt even your over bloated team of self obsessed goths wants you around this long. Go on, run along Rodney.” 

“You can’t say that,” Jean said. 

“I can say whatever I want, I’ve been told people find it annoying. But I can’t imagine it’s actually worse than this shitty attempt at intimidation.” A glance around showed that about half of the Foxes had their heads in their hands and the other half looked like Christmas had come early. . 

“It would do you well to remember your place. We’re the best team-”

“Shut the fuck up, oh my god.” Neil interrupted. “‘We’re the best team,’” he mocked, “‘we have matching outfits,’ give me a break. I’ve seen rabid dogs less try hard than you.” 

“Matt, Coach, now.” Dan had one hand over her mouth and the other shoving at Matt’s arm. 

Matt seemed vaguely upset at having to leave. 

Kevin started sinking lower and lower next to Neil. 

“Control your dog,” Jean ordered Kevin in French. 

“I have no control here,” Kevin uttered back. 

“It’s rude to call people dogs.” Neil said in French. Neil had done it because he was rude, but Jean should show some decorum. 

“Who do you think you are?” Jean asked. 

“Oh, you’re fearless leader’s got that part right. No one important.” Neil answered before switching to English. “I’m a Fox, we have a bit of a bite.” it felt fairly silly to say, but no more than anything the Raven’s done in the last half hour. 

“Careful,” Riko grit out. “Biting dogs get put down.” 

“Promise?” Neil asked. “I mean you know all about my abandonment issues right? That’s why you said you didn’t remember me, oh to be forgotten by the second best Exy player,” Neil put his hand over his heart. “You really know where it hurts don’t you Rodney.” 

“On your feet,” Wymack interrupted before Riko could lunge across the table and strangle Neil. It was unfortunate, Neil thought he might have actually gotten Riko to kill him right then and there. “Abby is talking to the event coordinators about finding us a new table.” 

Neil sighed and got out of his seat. The Foxes cleared out and Abby brought them to their new seat on the outskirts of the event. They’d switched with the coaches- apparently. They all sat back down in the same order they’d been in before. 

Kevin immediately began lightly thumping his head against the table. Katelyn had both hands on her mouth. 

“I’m sorry, you all look really serious. Was that serious?” She asked, clearly struggling not to laugh. 

“Neil,” Seth started. “That man tried to kill me.” 

“Well, I never said I was smart.” Neil shrugged. The Foxes dissolved into laughter. Stilted quiet laughter that highlighted both how horrifying it was and how absurd. 

“We’re so fucked.” Dan said inbetween laughs. 

“Why did you call him Rodney?” Allison asked. 

Kevin sat up and turned to Neil. “Do you want to die?” He asked- the only one not laughing.

“I don’t exactly have a choice in dying-” Neil gestured nonchalantly. Especially now that he’d insulted Riko and suggested that the man didn’t know anything about him. 

“I for one am surprised our resident loud mouth lasted that long before tying himself a rope for Riko to hang him with.” Andrew observed. 

“I wanted to see how long it would take him to talk to me.” And now Riko would probably look deeper into Neil’s past, realize it was fake and find the real length of rope lurking behind the ruse. 

“Right, your ‘abandonment’ issues.” 

“Well , you see, my parents never came to my Exy games. Ask anyone at Millport and they’ll tell you about how much mr. and mrs. Josten work. I’m neglected, it’s a tragedy.” 

“Do you even have parents?” Aaron asked. 

Neil shrugged. 

Andrew turned to Kevin. “Kevin, Kevin. Is it as bad as you thought it would be?” 

“We haven’t even been here an hour and we’re all gonna die.” 

“Oh it sounds like someone needs Vodka.” Andrew hummed. 

“Yeah, we could all use some Vodka- why should Kevin get to hoard it. Sharing is caring.” Seth said. 

“Speak for yourself I want tequila,” Allison said. The upperclassmen groaned. 

“Tequila Allison sucks,” Matt complained. 

“I want mimosas.” Nicky said. “We should all have mimosa’s tomorrow.”

“See- Nicky gets it. Team Vodka.” Seth leaned across the table with a hand out. 

“What?” asked Nicky. 

“What do you mean what?” 

“Mimosas are champagne and orange juice not Vodka,” Aaron corrected. 

“Oh whatever, at least Kevin’s on team Vodka.” Seth sat back down. 

“I think I’m having a panic attack.” Kevin said. 

“It would be weird if you weren’t.” Katelyn said, leaning over Neil to talk to Kevin. “That guy is intense.” 

“Why do you know so much about mimosas anyways?” Seth asked Aaron. 

“We worked at a bar for like three years,” Aaron answered in a tone that suggested everyone should know that already.

“Kevin, can you tell me five things you can see?” Katelyn asked. 

“This is what I’ve been talking about!” Dan exclaimed, “everyone’s holding back. Aaron, tomorrow I want you to get me fucked up. Why are we only just learning you all can make cocktails.” 

“My ever-shortening lifespan-” Kevin started to list. 

Oddly, Neil realized, this was the longest all of them have ever held a conversation for without someone threatening murder. Kevin was having a panic attack for the first ten minutes- but by the time the rest of the table filled up with Coaches from other teams, Katelyn had gotten him to calm down. Apparently she had some anxiety disorder and there were like hacks and shit to stop panic attacks. 

Neil wasn’t sure if he knew what a panic attack was, but he was fairly certain that he’d been in a state like Kevin’s before. 

Neil glanced over at Andrew, but the man seemed too focused on keeping an eye out for stray Raven’s to realize his team was getting along. 

After dinner, Wymack came back around to make all the Foxes get up and socialize. Neil lagged back with Andrew and Kevin as the other’s dispersed. Wymack started counting down and Kevin took off, Andrew at his side. But Neil stayed back a second- there was something he was overlooking. Wymack turning them all loose onto the dance floor was bizarre- Riko had already attempted murder for not getting to fuck with Kevin for a sufficent amount of time. Why were they safe here? Witnesses?

He glanced around the court. Oh- of course. It was in a way, because Seth had been alone when he was attacked. But currently Allison was glued to his side. Matt and Dan, Aaron and Katelyn, Andrew and Kevin, Nicky and that guy he brought. This was probably the exact reason Andrew hadn’t reacted to Katelyn. Buddy system.

Neil’s eyes landed on Renee who had followed Allison and Seth away from the table but was now talking to some Breckinridge player on her own. Wymack had gotten down to five in his count. Neil sighed. He waved off the Coach and went over to Renee. 

He nodded at the Breckenridge player but didn’t add anything to the conversation. Barely listening as Renee and the woman discussed being goalies. The other woman eventually took her leave and Renee turned to Neil. 

“I must say, I’m a bit surprised you’ve decided to accompany me.” 

“None of us should be alone.” Neil shrugged. Not then, not with the Raven’s around. Besides if Riko did anything that night it’d be Neil’s fault for calling him a second-best try hard. 

“Surprised but not unhappy,” Renee smiled and held out an arm, Neil accepted his fate as Renee’s tagalong for the night and put his arm through hers. 

They made rounds, Neil left most of the conversation to Renee, instead keeping an eye on the Ravens. It seemed they’d taken on a divide and conquer strategy. Which was annoying as it meant that he couldn’t keep eyes on every member of the team. He just had to trust that everyone was sticking to their date. 

A few “ran into” Neil and Renee and started to regale them with how horrible they were at offense and defense, untilt the Raven’s realized they weren’t getting a repeat performance from Neil and that all Renee had for them was an aura of disappointed energy. 

After hearing a ruckus, they’d found a pissed off Dan and smug Matt who’d just gotten rid of their Ravens. Apparently they’d made some comments about Dan’s previous job until she punched one of them in the dick. Neil was sort of mad he missed it. 

Before too long all the Foxes had gathered at one section of wall and Wymack found them- having deemed that they’d spent enough time at the party they all made to leave. Kevin seemed worse for wear- Neil assumed he’d run into Tetsuji, but Andrew wouldn’t have left him alone. And clearly hadn’t as Kevin was still alive and with the foxes. 

“Stealing my date, Josten?” Andrew asked with a pointed look at their arms. Neil hadn’t known that Andrew and Renee were there together. He raised an eyebrow back at Andrew. 

“I was very vocal about not bringing a date, but if we’re going to get all technical about who spent the most time with who- I think yours was Kevin not Renee.” 

Renee seemed amused. 

“Et tu brute?” Andrew asked Renee. 

“How was Kevin?” She asked innocently. 

Neil felt eyes on himself as they left the court. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Riko staring him down. Ah well- life had been terrible while it lasted. He didn’t think it had exactly been his best work insult wise- but Neil was proud enough to die by it. There was something vindicating about knowing Riko or Andrew killing him. At least they both had fair reasons- Neil’s dad wanted to kill him for existing. 

Well- running. But still that wasn’t nearly as good as being killed for any of the many reasons Andrew or Riko might. Although if he had his pick Andrew would kill him for stealing his date or something. That seemed like it’d be quick

“If you want to kill me Andrew, you’ll have to do it soon. It seems my terminal stupidity is reaching advanced stages.”

I Have Never Once IN My Life Behaved

aka foxes have a game, neil is a mess but he’s our mess<3

ao3: chapter below cut

On Thursday, after a week of nights spent doing it automatically every twenty minutes, when regular afternoon practice devolved into arguing Neil just opened his mouth and shrieked until everyone stopped. 

Well- he shrieked until he realized what he was doing. 

“What THE FUCK?” Dan asked the second he stopped. Kevin and Seth immediately dissolved into laughter, as they were used to this. 

Neil opened his mouth and then realized he didn’t have a good explanation for why he’d just done that. So he closed his mouth without a word. 

“He-” Seth tried to get ahold of himself and failed. 

“At night practice whenever me and Seth start arguing he does that,” Kevin pointed at Neil. “To get us to stop.” 

“Fucking animal,” Seth croaked. 

“That works?” Allison asked. 

“You go to the night practices?” Nicky asked. “And make Neil scream all night with Kevin? Kinky.” 

“Listen, you little fa-” 

“Seth.” Neil interrupted him. He could already see this sparking another fight and his throat was sore as is. “Pull your head out of your ass, no one else says that shit.” Even Aaron didn’t go as far as Seth with the homophobic bullshit and Aaron said a lot of shit that clearly made Nicky uncomfortable. 

Everyone was silent for a moment, Seth looking around as if he’d only just realized he didn’t have the team’s support against Nicky. 

“Who said you assholes could take a break to gossip!” Coach yelled. 

The next day would be the game against USC-Columbia, which meant practice ended with a minor argument between Nicky and Wymack. As Nicky wanted to take a separate car to the game, tomorrow, so the Minyard Bunch could go to Eden’s after. And Wymack wanted everyone to remain sober and in scolding distance so close to the banquet. 

As in thirty-eight hours close. So far Neil had avoided having to get a date for it, but something about the fact that Aaron had yet to ask Katelyn reeked of schemes. 

Schemes were-sadly but not surprisingly- confirmed after practice when Neil was walking back from the store with cigarettes. 

“Hey, Neil!” Katelyn yelled, running to catch up to him. “What’s up?” 

He shook the pack of cigarettes, Katelyn made a face but apparently decided the argument wouldn’t be worth it. 

“So, I’ve got an idea,” she said. Neil immediately had concerns. “We’ve got that quiz next week right?” She asked. 

“We do.” They did, he couldn’t disagree with fact. 

“What if we studied together, Saturday?” Saturday, as in the day of the banquet. As in the day Neil would be on a bus for most of the day. As in the day of the event that Neil had dodged having a date for with all the elegance and poise of someone who had avoided people for his entire life. 

“Katelyn, You said no one-“

“Was asking you for anything, but math- am I?”

Neil stopped walking and turned to her. 

“I’m not asking you to the banquet,” She assured him. “Or asking you to ask me to the banquet. I’m asking you to study with me and also maybe- just not outright say I’m not your date?”

“Lying by omission is still lying.” 

“What are you, Catholic?”

“Why do you two even think that lying is the best way to deal with this? Andrew values honesty? Just fucking go together?” Neil could tell and he didn’t even spend much time with Andrew that’s how obvious it was. Aaron was related to the fucker, why was he instead wrapping his relationship in nine layers of subterfuge and Neil. 

“Because it’s complicated, they have some deal or something. Aaron’s never told me all the details but whatever it is it means this is the only way.” 

It sort of made sense. Neil could believe Andrew having made some convoluted deal. He could believe Aaron being dumb enough to take a deal and then try to get around it. 

“Whatever, it’s your bad choices- two things Katelyn, two things. I’m not Catholic and I’m not taking anyone to the banquet. I’ve said that loudly and often and no one would believe otherwise without me getting directly involved. And I refuse to.” For a moment he thought she was going to argue. 

“Fair enough,” she sighed. “Thank you for hearing me out.” She tapped him on the shoulder and then jogged back to wherever it was she had come from. 

The bus ride to the game Friday was short. He spent it listening to the Foxes chat and staring at the ceiling of the bus and thinking about the impending banquet. Kevin hadn’t recognized Neil and honestly after spending so much time around the man he understood why. Kevin had too many things to worry about to remember Neil. 

The real question was would Riko. Neil figured he’d be able to avoid Riko enough all night to not risk it. They hadn’t won yet, it would be no good if Riko got him killed before the Foxes could pull it together.

Neil sat down with Renee, Allison, and Nicky as the rest of the Foxes went to their starting positions. 

The whistle blew, the game started. Dan had first deal, she passed it to Seth as everyone ran about the court. 

“Holy shit,” Allison said. 

Neil found himself agreeing as they all watched Seth actually cooperate for once. He passed to Kevin, he didn’t body slam any of the Foxes. He passed to Kevin. He flipped off Kevin, but only once. 

“Well,” Nicky said. 

Neil had spent every night that week getting inbetween the two of them, the fact that they weren’t throwing punches was enough for him to be amazed. 

He went in for Seth, clacking racquets as they passed each other. 

Neil would never tire of this. The timer counting down, the crowds cheers fading out as everything narrowed down to the court. Time didn’t exist, his father didn’t exist. Neil didn’t exist. He was just a striker, running for the goal. It was the most alive he ever felt. 

They won. 8-6. Kevin and Seth each got three and Neil got two. He almost couldn’t believe it, staring at the scoreboard. 

The Foxes went nuts. They were louder than the crowd, slamming into each other with shouts of pure joy. 

Neil found himself yelling along, jumping with them. He still didn’t believe it but he knew it was true. 

The mood stayed with them. Coach gave them a proud smile and a nod before telling Renee and Kevin to do press and the rest of them to change out. 

They’d done it, hadn’t they. The Foxes. They’d really won. It’s like they hadn’t before, they’d gotten to championships the year before Neil had joined. But that’s the issue wasn’t it, that they hadn’t won a single game with Neil on their team until then. 

But they won, and Neil played, and Neil scored. So it wasn’t him, not completely, that had been losing them games. It wasn’t his fault. 

The drive back seemed shorter, probably because Neil passed out after ten minutes and didn’t wake up until they were back in Palmetto. 

The upperclassmen invited everyone back to the girls dorm to celebrate. Andrew laughed and then left. Kevin followed after him with a shrug. Nicky seemed like he wanted to party with the others but followed Andrew and Kevin back to the dorms. Aaron claimed he needed to study with classmates. Neil figured he was just going to see Katelyn. 

Neil didn’t really want to party, whatever that entailed. But he was wide awake from his nap so he sat down on the floor in the girls room and watched everyone talk. They were all still bragging and discussing the game. 

“Who knew all you needed to get along with Kevin was Neil yelling at you every night for a week,” Allison laughed. 

“He gets fucking- high pitched, I’m surprised no one called the cops,” Seth said. 

Neil had seen regular people… interact- be friends? Before. He’d gone to middle school and high school. But still, it was odd being around it so long. As dysfunctional as the Foxes were, as much as he avoided them, they were the longest Neil had spent around anyone other than his mother. 

Watching them just be was odd enough. Watching them all be so happy. Neil wrapped his arms around his legs and five minutes later still couldn’t decipher what he was feeling. 

Allison, Seth, and Renee left to get drinks and snacks. Neil leaned his head against his knee and watched Matt and Dan have a silent conversation. 

“Neil-” Dan started. “Whatever you’re doing- could you keep doing it? Do it more?” What in the everloving fuck was she talking about. Play Exy? Be hostile? Neil didn’t do much and figured she wasn’t talking about his cigarette habit or the fact that he was dying. 

“What?” He asked. 

“The team’s divided Neil, but you… You’re right inbetween, if you can bring Seth and Kevin together, you could fix the team.” 

“I had nothing to do with that, Seth decided to come to night practice on his own. I don’t know why everyone thinks I’m here to save the team or help or whatever. Go ask Renee for a savior.” Neil wasn’t even a real person, it was ridiculous to expect this much from him.

“Renee won’t take sides,” Matt said. “And we aren’t asking you to save us, dickhead. Just keeping yelling people into working together.” 

Dan nodded. 

Neil hadn’t planned on changing any of his behavior anyways. He got to his feet and left before they could ask him to do something else. 

He left the dorms, he didn’t go to his usual spot on the off chance Andrew felt like having a chat to request Neil playing the saxophone or something. Instead he lit a cigarette and just wandered campus. 

There was a lot to observe on a Friday night. Drunk people roaming from party to party. A group of people playing baseball in a parking lot. Aaron arguing with someone. A raccoon trying to knock over a garbage can. 

Neil dropped his cigarette and turned on his heel. Aaron was across the street yelling at some guy. Neil couldn’t make out the words as he put his head in his hands and wondered why he was still alive. Neil crept across the street diagonally, moving silently, both men too caught up in whatever bullshit to notice him. 

And Neil could have kept walking, of course he could of. But he saw Aaron shifting one leg back, his fist clenching and unclenching. And Neil understood that in under a minute Aaron was gonna swing. He understood violence intimately, Neil had been raised with knives and guns. He knew what violence looked like. He knew for a fact that Aaron was going to swing. And he knew for a fact that if Aaron got a black eye Andrew would burn down the campus. 

So Neil crept across the street and looked for something to use. Ah, he swiped up an abandoned skateboard and weighed it in his hands. 

“You Fucking Disgusting Little Creep,” Aaron spat at the man, his right arm coming back gearing up for the hit. Neil swung first. The Creep went down like a ton of bricks. “Josten, what the fuck!?” Aaron asked at an uncalled for volume. 

“Oh I’m sorry, did you want to watch your brother get thrown in prison for murder after you came back with a broken nose?” 

“I- fuck you, I wouldn’t have gotten hit!” Aaron sputtered. 

Neil glanced around. “Let’s fucking go before he wakes up, who is he by the way?” Neil tossed the skateboard back into the grass and started moving.

“Goddammit Neil,” Aaron ran after him. “He’s Katelyn’s math tutor.” 

“What, did you decide to beat him into competence?” 

“No, he’s-” Aaron groaned. “He’s a fucking creep, he was following her around last year and got a job tutoring just to stalk her. He fucking tracked me down to yell about how I’m bad for her and how he could kick my ass.” 

“Well, he was taller than you.”

“Maybe I’ll tell Andrew you tried to hit me.” 

“Yeah okay.” All things considered Andrew wasn’t the worst person to be murdered by.

A Certified Minyard Moment

Neil is plagued with blonds

Ao3 chapter under cut

On Monday while Neil was preoccupied with English assignments and ignoring his phone. He found himself faced with Katelyn and Aaron, standing shoulder to shoulder. Well, as close to shoulder to shoulder the two could get, considering Katelyn was a foot taller than Aaron. 

“Please?” Katelyn finished. Neil had ignored most of the request. The first few words were enough for him to understand that for some reason her university ordered tutor was still incompetent or whatever and she needed to not fail Calc. He could tell that was the truth in the same way he could tell it wasn’t the whole truth. His hand was already wrapped around the strap of his backpack ready to leave, he didn’t want to be a part of whatever clusterfuck this secretly was. But the memory of Allison bothering him all day Saturday about a date for the banquet stopped him.

“Fine, I’ll help you. But you need to make sure none of the other Foxes try to set me up with your cheerleaders.” 

“Are you actually gay? I’ve never seen a man avoid cheerleaders this hard?” Aaron asked. 

“I have no interest in anyone, do you want my help or not?”

“It’s a deal,” Katelyn stuck out a hand to shake, Neil ignored her in favor of pulling his workbook out of his bag. 

A loud piercing sound rang out. A text notification on his phone. He pulled the phone out and then tossed it onto the floor under the table, maybe it’d be quieter there.

Katelyn bent down. 

“Leave it.” 

“You have a phone?” She asked, standing back up and sitting down at the table. Aaron taking the chair next to her.

“No, I have a shrieking little mechanical monster that Coach said I can’t get rid of.” Neil hadn’t sweated the marathon threat but then Wymack had switched to threatening Neil with something called ‘the buddy system.’ It sounded horrendous, so he had the phone with him. 

“You do know you can switch off the ringer, right?” She asked. 

He did know that, it’s just that Neil was used to burner phones and only one person messaging him. The beast Allison had bought him had too many buttons and it seemed like half the team had something to say to him. He leaned down and picked the phone back, dropping it onto the table as it dinged again. “How do I make it stop?” He asked. 

“Can I see it?” Katelyn asked. 

He slid the phone over to her. She picked it up and started to fiddle with it.

“So, are either of you going to tell me the real reason I’m the only possible person who could help you with this?” He decided to get it out of the way first, seeing no reason to pretend he ddin’t know there was more at play here.

Katelyn looked up from the beast and glanced at Aaron. 

“Talking to me at the game but not Aaron, ‘don’t tell Andrew,” He mimicked Aaron’s voice. “How stupid do you think I am?” 

“That’s not how I sound!” Aaron argued. 

“Yes it is, now out with it. If I’m being a scapegoat I’d like to know what for.” It was their own fault for being so obvious about having something to hide. 

“It’s none of your business.” Aaron said, the audacious motherfucker. 

“You made it my business asshole, if you don’t want to get into the specifics that’s fine just give me the overview.” Neil twirled a finger.  

Katelyn put a hand on Aaron’s arm.

“Andrew is… overprotective and he doesn’t like me.” Katelyn started to carefully explain. “But if you and I are friends then I have a reason to be around more that he can’t argue with.” 

He saw some reason in it, because Andrew could argue with Aaron, but historically and quite publicly had no control over Neil. Neil had doubts about being capable of preventing Andrew from doing anything, much less anything to Katelyn if he really didn’t want her around Aaron. More than that he had no motive whatsoever to even attempt that to begin with.

“First off- we’re not friends. You don’t know me, I don’t know you. Secondly, why the fuck am I the choice here, I’m sure any of the upperclassmen would love being apart of your inane schemes. Thirdly, what makes you think I’d do anything to prevent Andrew from getting rid of you?” 

“I thought you weren’t that stupid,” Aaron said. “None of us are allowed to socialize with the upperclassmen, you haven’t picked a side so you’re the only option.” 

A side- why couldn’t everyone just play Exy. There was no good reason for any of the drama on the team- or well if there was a good reason Neil certainly didn’t know it.

“Besides,” Katelyn cut in. “No one’s asking you to do anything but help me with my math homework and you already agreed to that.” 

She made a compelling argument. And Neil realized for a moment just how profoundly unlucky he was. He imagined the world where Katelyn had asked for help with English homework and Neil refused immediately. The world where Wymack asked him to join his baseball team and Neil lived. Anything but Exy and Math and he’d be in South America, still on the run, instead of a dead man in a library. 

Neil sighed and pulled out his workbook. 

Katelyn and Aaron weren’t that bad. None of the Foxes were that bad, they were annoying assholes who made obnoxious decisions. But no one had stabbed him yet- yes, the bar was really that low. 

The eye drops were nice. It was odd to not feel the need to rub at his eyes every five minutes. He hadn’t realized just how bad it was until he realized his headache was gone. That he didn’t really remember when it had started. 

Neil knew Exy, he knew survival, running,  he knew hundreds of ways to kill a man and very few of them were slow. But he didn’t know eye drops existed. There were gaps in his personhood that he realized would never be filled. He was honestly surprised he’d lived long enough to find out about the drops. For his headache to go away.

It came back that night when he heard the tell tale knock of Kevin at the door and Seth got up with him. 

“What?” Neil asked, his hand freezing right above the door knob. 

“What do you mean? What?” Seth asked, pulling on his sneakers. 

“What do you mean? What do I mean? What?” 

“NEIL!” Kevin yelled through the door. 

Neil opened the door. “Just a minute, Kevin.” He told the confused man before shutting the door again. “What are you doing?” He asked Seth.

“I’m coming with you.” 

Neil wondered what he’d done to deserve this. “Why?”

“You told me to start listening to Kevin- what’s the issue am I intruding on some gay shit or is it Exy?” 

“You’re fucking insuffrable, is the issue.” 

“You’re the one that told Renee to go to the bar with us. You little shit. You care about me.” 

“Care is a fucking stretch,” Neil ignored Kevin’s knocking as it started again. 

“Then why bother? Telling her to go with us or calling Allison the other day?”

“Because,” Neil said. “If you die then when I’m inevitably murdered the team will be too small to play.” The extent of Neil’s courtesy, it would just be rude.

“I genuinely can’t tell if you’re joking right now or not.” 

Neil shrugged. 

“Whatever, stop being a dick because you didn’t expect me to listen to you.”

“Why are you listening to me?” Neil hissed.. 

“I WILL LEAVE WITHOUT YOU!” Kevin yelled through the door. 

Neil swung open the door again. “Kevin, chill the fuck out!” He tried to shut the door again, but Kevin shouldered right into it, stepping into the dorm. 

“What is going on?” He asked, loudly. 

“I’m coming to night practice.” Seth declared. 

Kevin’s eyes went wide and he blinked slowly. He looked at Neil. 

“You know what,” Neil decided this wasn’t his problem. “I’m going downstairs.” He walked quickly, hearing Seth and Kevin following him but not stopping or looking back. 

“We actually practice, Gordan,” Kevin informed him. “I know that’s a difficult concept for you so if you’re just coming to be useless- don’t.” 

“You see, this is why you’re not captain, Day. You don’t own the court, I can practice if I want to.” 

“If I have to listen to the two of you argue all night,” Neil started slamming the elevator button and then giving up. “I don’t know what I’ll do but it’ll be fucked up.” 

“This was your idea!” Seth groaned. 

Kevin smacked Neil on the arm. 

“It wasn’t, I didn’t say come to night practice and antagonize Kevin. I said get better at Exy and stop antagonizing everyone!”

“Right because no one else on the team is antagonizing,” Seth argued. “Kevin literally just called me useless.”

“Because you are.” 

Neil had been tortured a few times, well more then a few really, growing up. This felt worse. On the brightside there was a good chance that when Andrew saw Seth was coming with he’d just kill Neil anyways. 

“You’re so encouraging Kevin-”

“Shut up,” Neil cut him off. “You are both going to shut the fuck up right now or I will just scream over until you do.” 

They both managed to keep it down to muttering until they walked out of the building. Andrew waiting in his car. As they approached Andrew rolled his window down. “That is not allowed in my car.” He said pointing directly at Seth. 

Seth threw his hands up in the air, but went over to Allison’s car, unlocking it and slamming the door behind him. 

Neil got into the backseat of Andrew’s car, Kevin in the passenger seat. 

“Why am I being subjected to Exy and Seth so late at night?” Andrew asked. 

“Ask Neil,” Kevin deflected. 

“This is not my fault.” Neil said. 

“Then who’s is it? The invisible man?” 

“Seth’s the one who decided he was joining practice. But if we need someone else to blame, maybe Riko for the attempted murder.” Neil offered. 

Kevin flinched against the window. 

“Weak link was your word choice, wasn’t it?” Andrew laughed.

“I didn’t think he’d listen.” 

Andrew pulled out of the parking lot, Seth following. They all got out of the cars and went into the stadium. Andrew stopped Seth from following Neil and Kevin into the locker room for a minute. Neil didn’t wait for him, nor did he ask what Andrew said. The fact that Seth was both alive and still there was shocking enough. 

During the practice whenever Seth and Kevin got too annoying, instead of taking sides Neil would just scream until they both stopped. Then Neil would go quiet and for a moment all they could hear in the court was Andrew laughing. 

They ended early, but no one died. And somehow no actual fight broke out between the other two strikers, so Neil counted it as a success. Kevin got changed first and left the locker room, leaving Neil and Seth alone. 

Neil shut his locker and turned to leave as well. 

“It’s because you were right.” Seth said into his own locker. He was dressed but he hadn’t shut it yet.

“What?”

“I decided to listen to you because I knew you were right. If I had died that night… they wouldn’t have cared. Not for long. Because they would have won the game Friday. It would have been a real inspiration. ‘Foxes prevail after losing one of their own. Win first game of the season.’” He shut the locker quietly. “I refuse to be worth more dead.”  

Neil crept out of the dorms that night, around two in the morning. He went around to his spot and sat down in the grass behind the dormitory. It was cold but he didn’t shiver, he just lit a cigarette and watched the smoke rise. 

He closed his eyes and thought he could hear the ocean. The roaring of a bonfire. He still didn’t shiver, even as he could feel that breeze, smell burning flesh.

“You’re wasting nicotine,” Andrew drawled from behind him. Neil applauded himself for not visibly jumping at the sudden noise. 

Neil leaned back, looking at Andrew upside down. “Sure,” he said with a shrug. 

“So this is where you’re always scampering off to,” he observed. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever scampered in my life.” Neil narrowed his eyes. “Is there a bet about this?”

“You scamper constantly. Skittish squirrels scamper.” Andrew answered, laughing. “There’s a lot of bets about you, including where you run off to and about you speaking French- you’re just full of surprises. I hate surprises by the way.” 

“Oh no, I’d never want to upset you, Minyard.” Neil sighed. “If this is going to be a whole thing you might as well sit down- unless you’re allergic to grass or something.” Mostly Neil was just tired of the angle his head was at. He didn’t think Andrew would actually sit down- but he did. A fair two feet away, Andrew plopped down in the grass and lit his own cigarette. 

A moment passed in silence, Neil put his eyes back on his own cigarette. He took a drag to prevent it from dying. “Why are you here?” He found himself asking after a moment. 

“Bored.” Andrew answered eloquently. 

“Wasn’t practice tonight entertaining enough?” 

“Watching Seth bleed a little would be more entertaining.” 

“Well, I’m sure sooner or later he’ll do something to make you stab him.” 

“Surprise me with something like that again and I might stab you.” 

“Yeah, I’ll be sure to call you next time someone decides they’re joining night practice.” Neil lied. Not even death would make him want to use his phone. 

“Hm,” Andrew hummed. “I heard that you didn’t go to the little team meeting last week where Nicky shared some family secrets?” 

Neil raised an eyebrow, it was an odd non-sequitur. “I didn’t, it wasn’t my business.” 

“You’re not curious at all?” 

It’s not that Neil was curious, it’s that he knew that if he were acting more like himself he’d be endlessly curious. When he was trying to survive he needed information. Information was everything. If he’d come to Palmetto with the intention of living after it, he’d have gone into the dorms with the Foxes and asked Nicky every question. He’d probably stick his nose into everyone’s life until he was sure there was no secret bomb waiting to go off that’d get him too.

“I wouldn’t say that, it just seemed like a you problem.” 

“How about this, we play a little honesty game. I ask you a question, you ask me for one. Truth for a truth.” 

“Why?”

“Is that your question?”

“Is that yours? I haven’t agreed to play yet.”

“Like I said, I’m bored. I hate surprises and you seem to cause one every other day.” Andrew explained. He wanted a warning. It seemed fair. 

 Neil took another drag from his cigarette. “There’s some shit I won’t answer.” He told Andrew. 

“Likewise.” 

“Fine then, ask away.”

“What other languages do you speak?” 

Oh Neil was absolutely getting stabbed. “Well, French- obviously. My Spanish sucks, so does my Portugues. I’m conversational in Italian, okay-ish in Greek.” He glanced at Andrew. “Pretty fluent in German.” 

“What’d I say about surprises?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, when was I supposed to share that tidbit of information. When you were pretending to be Aaron to fuck with me, my first day here, or when you drugged me?” 

“Is that your question?”

“Fuck off.” Neil took a second to think about it. “Why’d you get a phone call from the police?”

“I thought it wasn’t your business.”

“Yes, well, you brought it up.” 

“Children’s services is opening an investigation into one of my foster fathers.” Andrew stared at his cigarette for a moment. “Pig Higgins knew I lived with them, so he called me looking for a testimony.” 

“Was it a surprise?” Neil asked. 

“It’s my turn. How’d you meet the cheerleader?” 

“I don’t know if you know this, but she goes to Palmetto.” Neil answered. “I’m helping her with math homework.” 

“Oh, is that what the kids are calling it these days? I thought you didn’t swing.” 

“I don’t, what the fuck is everyone’s obsession with fucking?” Neil felt a rant coming on. “Is there some kind of banner or some shit I can wave so everyone stops with this shit. I’m helping Katelyn with math homework, I have no interest in whatever it is kids are calling it these days! Jesus fucking Christ.” He hadn’t realized how fed up he’d gotten with no one believing him about his own sexuality, or lack thereof. Then he looked down and realized he’d snapped his cigarette in half. He put out the still smoldering end and then lit a new cigarette. 

“Are you sticking with the same question?” Andrew asked instead of commenting on Neil’s minor breakdown. 

“What?”

“‘Was it a surprise,’ is that still your question?”

Neil nodded. 

“Yes.” Andrew answered. “You don’t smoke.” It wasn’t a question. “Why light it then?” Andrew asked after a long moment. 

“I like the smell.” It centered him, put things into perspective, reminded him of his future. He flicked the ash off his cigarette- scattered to the four winds that’s where he’d be. “What do you get out of your deal with Kevin? It can’t be his companionship.” 

“Irritated, is what I get.” Andrew considered the question. “He said he’d give me something to base my life around after I got sober.” 

“We both know all he has is Exy, I thought you hated it?” He mocked Andrew’s voice. 

“I don’t sound like that, but yes Kevin is under the delusion that I’ll care once I’m sober. I won’t but it’s funny to watch him hope.” 

“What do you care about?” Neil asked. 

“It’s not your turn,” Andrew stood up. “And I think I’ve had enough for the night, I’ll save mine for later.”

New ideas coming at you like:

Rereading that last scene you wrote:

Been thinking about this..

Imagine hiking with your friend. Just one friend. You’re in the woods, walking, laughing, on your way to the campsite, when you didn’t notice that you accidentally walked into somekind of portal to the AOT verse. You didn’t notice it at first, but then you noticed the trees were taller and the whole environment seemed to have shifted. You tell your friend and he/she noticed it too. Both of you look back to maybe go back a few steps. Maybe you accidentally went off track without noticing. But as soon as you turn back, there’s a titan suddenly running towards you. It didn’t register at first. It seemed surreal. But as it got closer, it finally clicked and both of you sprinted like you never did before.

Thoughts ran through your heads. (To sum it all up, basically it’s “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.”) But you didn’t stop running because it’s run or be eaten. Unfortunately one of you stumbled and fall on the ground. Of course the other have to stop and help the other. But the titan was getting closer and closer, and at that point, you just accepted what is to come because it’s not like you could do anything. (But really at the back of your mind, you still think it isn’t real.)

The titan was about to pound on both of you when the Survey Corps suddenly came and slayed the titan. You and your friend were both in shock that when they approached you, you couldn’t move or say anything.

What do you do next?

I think this would be an interesting thread. I’d like to know what you guys think. Maybe in the comments, maybe in the reblogs. Write a fanfic if you will, and please tag me because I would love to read it.

Here’s my version, my friend, (who’s gay but his pronouns are he/him), he would come up with some kind of tragic back story for us. Who we are, why are we outside the safe zone, etc. Then I would try to convince them to let us join the Survey Corps. Haha!

I find it funny because I can imagine us training or maybe doing chores, then suddenly breaking into songs because we love music, and we love musicals. Haha! Also, we would probably debate on whether if we should change what’s going to happen because we obviously know, but at the same time we also don’t want to mess up the timeline.

I wanna know what you guy’s versions are.

ekaymnslvs:

Connor x OC short comic fanfic part 2

“I’m sacred…”

Connor x Reader

Author’s note: This is actually a part of a DBH comics fanfic that I wanted to do but too lazy to even start. Haha. But I had a dream of this scene a few nights ago, which inspired me to make the artwork. Then I decided to make a very short Connor x Reader fic because I’m not sure if I will ever do the comics. Haha. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

Pairing: Connor x Reader

Word count:2015

Warnings: Swearing, blood, injuries, mentions of murder

I do apologise for the bad grammar and wrong spelling. (If you found any.) English isn’t my language.

Others: Y/N = your name & L/N = last name (your last name)

~

You’ve been a detective for a few years now, but you were new at DPD. You used to work at the Lansing Police Department Central Station as a homicide detective. But ever since the android revolution happened and New Jerico was created, the demand for android homicide detective increased. And as one of the best at Lansing, your boss decided to transfer you at Detroit to become one. You were not excited about your new work because you weren’t familiar with android cases. But you couldn’t take the offer down either because it was a step up to your previous position, and their offer was generous. 

At first, you thought things would be difficult because of the new work and environment. But then, you met Lt. Hank Anderson and his android (now deviant) partner Connor. And they helped you to adjust, guiding you every step of the way, making your work easier than it should be.

Ever since you started working there, you’ve gone pretty close with the two; Especially Hank since you both shared a passion for alcohol and pets. Connor, on the other hand, had showed a particular interest in you. You thought it was just a neutral, curious interest. But as you spend more time with him, you couldn’t help but think that the android detective might actually have developed feelings for you. After all, he is deviant.

You didn’t think anything of it when you first notice his actions towards you. But as time progress, it had become more obvious that you couldn’t deny nor ignore it anymore, even though they were just small things, like: He would constantly check if you were alright or if you need anything. He’d offer you coffee every morning, let you borrow his coat when you’re cold. Sometimes, he would even stay late with you at the station and help you with your paperworks, then walk you home. And whenever you would eat lunch with him and Hank, or during your free time, he would ask you about your interests, hobbies, family and other personal things. 

But despite all this, you stayed neutral with him. You liked him, yes. But your priority was your career. You had so much you wanted to accomplish in life, and having a relationship with someone is far from your mind.

~

6 months later…

You were assigned a case with Hank and Connor about an android having a murder spree around the city. It was, so far, the most difficult case you handled over the years since it was unfamiliar and different from the previous ones you’ve cracked. The three of you spent days of investigating and studying the case until you finally got the lead. However, when you got to the killer’s location, you weren’t expecting a group of android to greet you with violence.

There were 3 androids hiding in a room of an old apartment building; an AF200, CX100 and a HK400. All seemed to have been infected with a virus. Their eyes have turned red, “like the Terminator” as Hank referenced. And all seemed to have been programmed to kill anyone or anything they see.

After fighting back when they attacked, you, Hank and Connor had split up chasing each android as they ran through different paths. Hank was chasing the CX100 through an alleyway beside the old building where you found them. Connor chased the AF200 through the rooftop of the same building. While you chased the HK400 with a car through the busy streets of Detroit.

The HK400 had jumped onto a motorcycle and drove away, therefore, you jumped into one of the police cars parked nearby and chased after him.

It was already nighttime and it was pouring hard making it difficult for you to spot the android. You honked repeatedly as the other cars kept blocking your way. But as soon as they made a path for you, you floored through the road, ignoring how damped the ground was.

“Detective L/N!” You heared Connor’s voice suddenly exclaimed through your radio.

“Connor! Where are you?” You replied.

“I took Hank’s car. The AF200 jumped on a truck and it’s heading its way to the main road. I’m on its tail. Where are you?”

“I’m heading towards the main road too. The HK400 jumped on the motorcyle He’s heading towards the river. Where’s Hank?”

“He caught the CX100. He’s with the others.”

“Good. Meet me at the other side. Let’s corner th- OH SHIT!”

“Detective L/N?!”

~

You were too focused on trying to catch up to the side of the HK400 that you were caught off guard when it suddenly took a right turn. A huge bus filled with passengers suddenly appeared to your view blocking your way. You steered the wheel as hard as you could to avoid it, making your car skid through the road. But the ground was too wet that it made your car flip upside down and slide until it hit the railings separating the road from the river.

You blacked out for a few seconds as your car flipped and hit the ground hard. But as soon as it stopped, you got your consciousness back immediately. Luckily, you were wearing your seatbelt and there’s an airbag that prevented you from dying from the crash. Unfortunately, it didn’t prevent the severe pain you felt all over you body.

You felt like someone had just beat you up and left you on a ditch somewhere. You tried to move, to detach yourself from the chair. But a sudden sharp pain pierced through your side. When you checked where it was coming from, you saw a large shard of glass had made its way through your left side.

“Shit.” You tried to grab it, to pull it out, but you were in severe pain. You’ve lost all your energy and adrenaline to endure more.

“Detective L/N!” Soon, you heard Connor’s voice coming from your radio. You felt some sudden relief wash over you because you knew Connor would help as soon as he can.

“Connor.” You croaked as you searched around for your radio.

“Are you there?” You heard his voice once again, and finally spotted the radio a few inches outside your car. 

You tried to reach it through the broken window, but it was too far and it made your side ache even more. Your only choice was to unbuckle your seatbelt to reach it, but it was stuck.

Ofcourse. You thought.

You were looking around for something long enough and solid to reach it. But when you thought the situation couldn’t get any worse, a loud honk from an approaching truck to your right had caught your attention.

“Oh, FU-”

The truck hit your car, pushing you further to the river. The railings easily broke, making you fall on the river.

~

The pain was excruciating. You wished you had just blacked out. You wished you had just died. But you were alive… and suffering.

Despite the exhaustion and the pain, you tried to pull the seatbelt off of you. But you still couldn’t. And as you sank deeper underwater, you struggled to hold in your breath. You felt your limbs getting numb from the freezing water that you couldn’t move them anymore. Soon, your reflex forced you to inhale as your body begged for air.

Water entered your nose, then your mouth, and finally your lungs. You screamed at the top of your lungs as you felt like you were burning from the inside and out.

And then… nothingness…

~

After you had been cut off from Connor’s radio, he couldn’t help but feel… anxious. He couldn’t take his mind off of the fact that you might be in danger. Therefore, he continued to try and contact you while he was still chasing the android.

“Detective L/N!”

No answer.

“Are you there?”

Still no answer. This made Connor’s stress level increase to 75%.

He used the GPS on his system to track down your car. It didn’t take long before he found you. You weren’t that far from where they were heading. But soon, he realized that the truck he was chasing was heading exactly towards your direction. He tried to speed up to catch up to the truck, but it was already too late. The truck had hit your car hard that it fell straight into the river.

“Y/N!”

The truck took a quick turn and sped off, but Connor ignored it. He didn’t care about catching the android anymore. You had become his main priority. Therefore, he quickly jumped out of Hank’s car and dove straight into the river.

He found you at the very bottom, still attached to the driver’s chair. You were unconscious and your mouth was agape. Connor quickly broke the seatbelt that had held you in and grabbed your body. He immediately swam up, and as soon as you both hit the surface, he carried you to the side of the road and gently placed you down on the ground.

He tried to scan you for pulse, but he wasn’t getting anything, which made his stress level go up to 90%.

He began performing CPR, pressing his hands on your chest repeatedly until he gets a reaction. He tried this several times but you weren’t responding. This time, his stress level increased to 99%, and the LED on his head was already burning red.

But he didn’t give up. He continued this process, until finally, you coughed out the water that you had consumed.

~

The pain all over your body, inside and out, came back as you vomited on the ground.

“Y/N.”

You looked up and saw Connor looking at you worriedly. His LED was flickering back to back from yellow to red, red to yellow. 

“Con-ah!”

You tried to sit up but that familiar sharp pain on your side prevented you. As you looked down, you noticed that the large shard of glass have been removed from your side, and a large wound was left open as it continuously bleed.

Connor noticed this as well and immediately removed his tie. He proceeded to wrap it around your waist as a makeshift tourniquet to prevent you from bleeding out. As he secured the tie tightly, you grabbed onto his arm, wincing in pain.

“I’m sorry.” He muttered. “I have already called for the ambulance. They’ll be here any minute.” He informed you as he helped you sit up.

“Thank you.” You replied, your voice hoarse from all the water that had entered you lungs. “Where are the androids?” You curiously asked, because even after almost dying, you were still on the job.

“They got away.” Connor replied as he looked down on your wounds worriedly.

You noticed that his LED have turned red again, and you knew what that meant.

He’s stressed.

You placed your hand on his chin and gently pushed it up so he could meet eyes with you. “Hey, I’m fine. You saved me.” You tried to assured him despite your decaying energy, because you knew that if his stress level reached a 100%, he will self destruct. And you really didn’t want that.

“You were dead.” Connor replied. His voice sounded hurt, and it hurt you… seeing him hurt.

“But I’m alive.” You smiled, trying to cheer him up.

Without a warning, he unexpectedly pulled you in his arms. He wrapped his arms tightly around your body as if you were his lifeline. He burried his face on your shoulders, and began to cry.

You were caught off guard by his actions, but even more so when he began to cry. You weren’t aware that androids could cry. You didn’t even think it was possible, even with deviants. But there he was…

“Connor…”

Finally, you held him back. But you were unsure of what to say or do. It was the first time this happened to you. And it was the first time you saw Connor like this.

“I’m scared.” He sobbed. “I don’t want to lose you.”

To whom it may concern,

By the time you read this I will be dead, my only hope is that you expose the greatest dark wizard of our time and destroy his horcrux, in the hope that he will one day meet his end.

Harry Potter thought he had learned all of Albus Dumbledore’s secrets the night before the Dark Lord fell, but the believed to be deceased wizard had shared his biggest secret with nobody, except his friend and noted dark wizard Gellert Grindlewald. The desire of the two young men to ascend to positions of ultimate power and overturn the statute of secrecy did not wane as they grew older, but rather intensified and grew in malevolence. Both men desired the Deathly Hallows in the belief that they would grant them immortality. However, they both knew that there could only be one master of death, and so Dumbledore educated Grindlewald on the subject of horcruxes. After much argument and deliberation it was decided that Gellert would have the Hallows and Albus would have horcruxes. Now all that was needed was a sacrificial victim and a vessel to contain the soul fragment. I do not know what the vessel is. I can only speculate that it may be the phoenix Fawkes, or perhaps Dumbledore made the vessel a completely random object, so that it may never be round. The identity of the horcrux aside, the choice of victim must have been an easy one.

After the funeral of Arianna Dumbledore, Grindlewald and Dumbledore went their separate ways. This was of course part of the plan but the two men were in nearly constant correspondence. The Hallows remained to be found, and it is likely that during the years they spent apart, resentment began to grow between the pair. Grindlewald’s frustration at not yet achieving immortality caused him to act rashly and eager to prove his power, he began his string of murders. Meanwhile Dumbledore was living up to his status as head boy and had secured employment at Hogwarts within a few years.  It wasn’t long before he set about concealing the horcrux books under the false pretence of protecting students from their contents. His real plan was to prevent any other student from following in his footsteps and posing a threat to his ascent to power.

The resentment between Dumbledore and Grindlewald must have reached its peak when Gellert announced himself as a dark lord and began to gather a significant 
following independent of Albus. This was not part of the plan and Dumbledore must have assumed that Grindlewald did not want to share power. Urged by the international magical community and no doubt by his own fury at Gellert for betraying him and had obtaining the Elder Wand without informing him, Dumbledore challenged and beat Grindlewald in wizard combat. Now he had a horcrux and one of the hallows, and was soon offered the post of Headmaster at Hogwarts which he gracefully accepted.

Dumbledore was offered the position of the minister of magic on many occasions and would have accepted, if it wasn’t for the one man who posed a threat to his sole dominion. Dumbledore had often suspected Tom Riddle of attempting to access the horcrux books during his time at Hogwarts but had grossly underestimated Tom’s ambition and magical prowess. Eager to maintain his favorable opinion in the eyes of his fellow wizards Dumbledore fought against Lord Voldemort as best he could, and was among those praised the highest when Voldemort was ‘defeated’ in 1981. Voldemorts downfall was not good news for Dumbledore who strongly suspected that Riddle had made horcruxes and this meant his plan to seize control was again delayed. 

You will of course be familiar with the story of Harry Potter. He was and still is a good man and righteous to the core. What made it easy for Dumbledore is that good men are predictable and easy to manipulate. It had been nearly eighty years since Dumbledore created his horcrux and his greed in obtaining the resurrection stone meant that his horcrux would be put to the test. When Harry Potter met with Dumbledore 'inside his head’ on the day Potter was 'killed’ little did he know Dumbledore had been inside him since the previous summer. When Dumbledore’s soul had been ripped from his body by Severus Snape it latched onto Harry Potter much like Voldemort’s had when he had failed to kill Harry back in 1981. When Voldemort destroyed his seventh, unintentional horcrux he did not destroy Dumbledore who was using Harry as a host body not as a horcrux, much like Voldemort used Quirrel. 

The rest of the story remains uncertain. But what I do know is that the recent strain of attacks on muggles and muggle-borns is because of the direct or indirect actions of Albus Dumbledore in whatever form he is taking. I have scoured the Forbidden Forrest for the resurrection stone but it is gone. The portrait of Albus Dumbledore at Hogwarts has been vacant for ten years. It is the only portrait of Albus Dumbledore in existence which suggests to me that Dumbledore has returned to a physical body once more.

It occurred to me that these facts were not absolute proof of his return. That is why I searched Dumbledores tomb this evening. A body was there, but it’s nose was not broken and it’s hand was not withered. It was not the body of Albus Dumbledore. I can only imagine that in the time Dumbledore spent separated from his body he forgot the minor details that a historian like myself would not. There is no recorded event of the tomb being penetrated other than when Voldemort took the Elder Wand. Everyone on the wizarding world regarded Dumbledore as a hero and would have no reason to disturb his tomb. The only explanation, is that Dumbledore returned to his original body and left a doppelganger in it’s place. 

As you may not be aware the cloak of invisibility was stolen from Albus Potter during his first year at Hogwarts, and the perpetrator was never caught. Having seen his father disappearing under the cloak on many occasions I am familiar with the shimmer of the cloak as it is thrown over the body. Upton my return to Hogsmeade I witnessed this same shivering just outside of the Hogshead pub. I heard screams from the pub, I thought I heard 'he’s dead, Dumbledore’s dead’. This of course was in reference to Aberforth Dumbledore. Then I saw it, a withered black hand, as though floating in mid air, it was pointed at me. Then a face appeared, it was horrible but distinct, the eyes glowed red in the darkness, the eyes of a soul torn in two. It was Albus Dumbledore. At that moment I knew, I knew the truth of things. Before he could strike me down I disaparated to my home and began writing this letter.

I suspect I shall be murdered before the night is over. But if you are reading this then I implore you to stop Albus Dumbledore. I am sorry for the crudeness of this letter and that I could not be more helpful. Knowing Dumbledore’s ability, his ascent to power would be even more great and terrible than that of Lord Voldemort or Gellert Grindlewald. He must be stopped.

Yours in Faith,

DLM 

17th December 2017

that a single reader can restore faith in an authors story with one comment.
Don’t ever feel like your words aren’t going to make a difference.

- An author who just wrote a full paged upcoming plot on a near hiatus fiction thanks to a random encouraging guest viewer.

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Soulmates: Chapter Twenty – Missed You

Summary:Jensen films in Vancouver, his wife Ava films in Atlanta.Living and working in different countries is hard but the reunions are definitely worth it!

Characters:Jensen Ackles x Ava Ackles (OFC), Madeleine (Maddie) Ackles (mentioned).

Warnings: TW: pregnancy, TW: conception, smut, almost PWP, language, dirty talk, breeding kink.

Word Count: 2,861

A/N:Text in italicsare internal thoughts. As always, this hasn’t been beta’d, so all mistakes are mine. Enjoy, like, reblog, comment, give feedback – all would be appreciated!

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February 2013

She licked and kissed her way up his body, paying extra attention to his neck until finally, she reached his lips and kissed him passionately. One of his hands caressed her side and back, the other settling on the back of her neck and squeezing gently. She pulled away from his lips and trailed open-mouthed kisses along his jaw and up his cheek. “Tell me what you need, baby,” she purred into his ear, lightly biting on his lobe, and smiling as his abdominal muscles twitched under her thighs.

“Ride me. Slowly,” he groaned.

“From the front or back?” She asked before lowering her head back down and sucking at the soft spot on his collarbone.

“Uhh, fuck!” His hips bucked up, looking for some much needed friction. “Front, Princess. I need to see you when you come!” He growled.

Raising her hips, she reached a hand between her legs and gently grasped his solid member placing it at her entrance, slowly sliding him inside her, both moaning the entire time. When she bottomed out, her hands skimmed slowly up his torso and chest before curling around those broad shoulders she loved so much and gripped gently to keep her balance. Jensen’s hands caressed her knees before sliding up her thighs, over her hips and coming to a stop on her waist. He tightened his hold on her when she began rocking her hips lazily up and down his length.

“Shit, Jensen! It feels so good!” Ava gasped as she set herself a slow and sensual pace.

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fictional-affairs:

Title: Missing Piece

Ship: Sam Winchester / Reader, brief Dean Winchester / Reader

Series Rating: Explicit (NSFW 18+)

Series Word Count: ~69.2k

Series Tags/Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, drug/alcohol use, anxiety/depression, MCD, Heaven/Hell, resurrection, soulless!Sam, Demon!Dean, Casifer, canon spoilers, canon divergence, canon-level violence, pregnancy/labor/birth, see individual chapter warnings

Summary: A soulmate saga intertwined within the Winchester Gospel.

A/N: This fic is literally my baby, please don’t hate it. 

Chapter 1 

Chapter 2 

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6 

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11 

Chapter 12 

Chapter 13 

Chapter 14 

Chapter 15

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Anyways, working on a fantasy AU idea where it’s Bakugou and he’s the King of Dragons, etc, etc, but one of his dragon’s elemental gems is stolen, so he has to travel to get it back, and, well, plot elements aside, the MAIN thing about this AU is:

Bakugou is trapped in a harem anime where everyone around him is either a beautiful woman, or a creature that turns into a beautiful woman and this is PISSING him off (as he tries to complete a Very Serious mission). Some examples:

• He was so incredibly preoccupied by being pissed that it wasn’t until he’d laid her down on his bed— the first place he’d thought of that was both comfortable and isolated— that he noticed she was pretty. Very pretty. I guess it makes sense, she’s a beautiful dragon. Still. It was kind of odd seeing someone he was used to as a giant lizard lay in his bed as a… pretty woman. It’s not how hewould have thoughtshe’d look as a human, anyways. She wasn’t as scary as she was as a dragon, even with the darkness and the horns and the little scales.
• And then there was a hissing sound, crackling like that of a fire, and Kirishima— began to transform in a blazing pillar of smoke and flame. Katsuki had to take several steps back from the heat. By the time he could see again, he was faced with a woman at least five inches taller than him. She had bright red eyes, curling horns of deep red, a mane of hair that began as her scales like smoke and then faded into blazing red and orange. And she— she was— Katsuki grit his teeth. She’s completely naked. “What the fuck?” he demanded, not sure where to look, already taking off his cape. “What'dya mean?” She had a voice like Shinso’s, low and husky, but her’s rang foward with a confidence that Shinso’s, even if she were healthy, he was sure, did not. “I mean— fuck, Red, I knowyou can have clothes on, so why in the ever-living hell—” "I don’t like clothes. I haven’t been human more than like twice, and I neverwear clothes as a dragon! Seems to me like you’re the one being weird.” Despite that, she took his offered cloak and… draped it around her shoulders covering nothing. “KIRSHIMA COVER YOUR FUCKING TITS.”
• Lightning from a clear blue sky transformed his smallest dragon. At least shehad the common sense to be wearing a fucking outfit. But, for whatever reason, her eyes and hair an electric yellow and her horns towering over her head, she was also extremelycute.Why is this happening? What’s the point of… “Thank you for wearing something. Fuck. Why do you two idiots *look* like this? Don’t answer that. It doesn’t matter.”
• “If you turn into. A hot woman. I’ll kill you.” Bakuguo growled. “I won’t!” the little bunny squeaked. “It’s not like that!” And then, in a puff of glittery (glittery, what in the hell) smoke, this absolutely fucking adorable woman was standing before him. She had these huge, cute eyes that sparkled; she had soft curly hair; her outfit had a boob window in the shape of a heart and it wasn’t like she had small boobs. Katsuki felt his eye twitch uncontrollably— above all. She still had. The bunny ears. And. The. Tail. “WHAT DID I JUST TELL YOU!” he roared. To which, instead of flintching, she blushed and shifted demurely side to side, saying, “oh? You— you think I’m hot?”

Moon Knight At The Museum

Words:990
Characters: Larry Daley & Steve Grant                    
Summary: It’s Larry’s last night working at the Museum when a patron shows up asking for his help.
A/N:I know literally nothing about Moonknight except the Disney+ show, but you can not convince me these two would not be best friends. 

Larry Daley walked the familiar halls of the American Natural History Museum in New York City. The museum had seen many changes during his tenure as Chief Night Security Guard. And that night he would be joyfully ushering in another new era. Larry lazily swung his key ring on his finger as he walked, nodding politely to the museum’s few straggling guests he encountered while they hurried from exhibit hall to exhibit hall trying to see as much as possible in what little time they had left. The museum didn’t close for another hour or two, just around sunset, so Larry wasn’t even on duty yet.

He’d arrived earlier than usual to savor the museum in a state he rarely saw it, quiet. While most patrons went along happily from the bird hall to the reptile amphibian hall, never once thinking it odd to not hear a squawk or the flapping of wings, Larry found the Natural History Museum during the day unsettling. It was the calm before the storm. Thousands of exhibits just lying in wait. Of course, few knew about the true storm brewing in the museum. The list was very need-to-know and it was surprising how little anyone else neededto know.  

But this was the eve of his retirement. After sixteen years of being the museum’s Chief and only night security guard it was time to pass the torch, or in this case flashlight, to someone else. It hadn’t been an easy decision for Larry to make. Fifty-six years old was young for retirement. As much as it pained him to say it, he just couldn’t keep up with the demands of the job anymore. A glance at his smart watch told Larry it was now an hour to sunset.

“Cutting it close, Nicky.” He shook his head. Twenty-six-year-old Nick Daley was Larry’s son and his night security replacement. Nick had been in on the museum secret since he was ten years old. It seemed only natural that he be the next to care for the exhibits and their nightly activities.

Larry came up on the Egyptian exhibit. It was mostly empty except for one man in a tattered brown jacket. The man’s back was turned to the entrance of the hall. He was looking at the tablet of Ahkmenrah in a way that made Larry feel uneasy. This happened sometimes. There were rumors and peopled talked about Ahkmenrah’s tablet possessing magic powers, what those powers were varied by story, and occasionally Larry or one of the day guards would have to shoo out an eager tourist hoping to stay the night in the museum. Most of the time these lurkers fell into one of two categories, teenagers on a dare or eccentric scientists.

“Ah, ‘scuse me?” Larry called out to the man, his New York accent sounding thicker than he ever remembered it. The man wheeled round, his expression surprised and possibly full of guilt. The man had dark curly hair and soft brown eyes. He was maybe a decade younger than the night guard and far too handsome to be an eccentric scientist. “Just wanted to let you know the museum will be closin’ soon. We usually shut down these back exhibits first.”

“Oh.” The man nodded, trying to gain his composure. “Yes of course.” That was when Larry caught the first hint of an accent. The man was British. “Sorry, I thought there was another hour or so until sunset.”

Larry didn’t think it notable that the man mentioned sunset rather than the time the museum closed. He supposed someone could make the very easy connection that the museum always closed at sunset. The operating hours were even changed in the winter months to accommodate for shorter days.

“Yeah, well, like I said, we like to shut down the back exhibits first.” Larry repeated.

“Dad! There you are!” Nick Daley, wearing his nicely pressed night security uniform, stepped into the Egyptology Hall. “Dr. McPhee said you’ve been here for hours. Am I late? I thought we said we’d meet at seven.”

“No, no.” Larry shook his head. “I just wanted to,” He stole a glance at the British man and chose his next words carefully. “Just wanted to give everyone a good send off.”

“Send off?” The British man repeated. “Sorry,” He apologized quickly. “I didn’t mean to ease drop but are you…going somewhere?”

“Not tonight.” Larry warned him. “But I am retiring. Nicky here is going to be the museum’s new Night Security Guard.” He tossed an arm around his son, pulling him into a sideways hug. Nick winced. Nothing like your old man embarrassing you on your first day.

“No, no, no.” The man shook his head. “That’s not going to do at all.” He sighed audibly. “You’re Larry Daley. The Larry Daley. I know how this is going to sound.” He sighed again “but I need to talk to him.” The man pointed to the sarcophagus of Ahkmenrah, “and I was told you’re the only one who can help me with that.”

Larry dropped his arm from Nick’s shoulder. He glanced sideways at his son, who only shrugged. “Don’t look at me.” Nick’s express said.

“Well, I hate to tell you this, Buddy, but he’s been dead for like three thousand years.” Larry laughed, pointing at Ahkmenrah.

“Over four thousand.” The man corrected. “But I’m not here to split hairs with you, Larry.” Larry tried to ask the man how he knew his name, but he kept talking. “My name is Steven Grant. Or at least I think it is. And I found these tapes…recordings that I made. And I know, I know, that this sounds crazy, but I think I worked here before at this museum, and I think me and this chap were friends.”

“What makes you think we can help you?” Nick asked.

“Because Kahmunrah at the British Museum said that I could trust you.” Steven replied.  

Bad Night

Pairing: Druig x Reader

Word count: 1.6k

amazing gif by @luke-skywalker

Summary: You come to Druig with a question. He’s curious. You guys find some answers. Not the ones you intended though.

NSFW!! smut okayyy

‘Oh fuck, Druig’

‘Druigggg’

“Druig!”

He hears your voice calling out to him breathily in his dream, and then clearer in reality.

He groans, lifting only his upper body from the bed in a stretch; and he has to hide his smile when he catches your eyes lingering on his shirtless form.

Even if he had caught you ogling a bit, you still had the upper hand. He was the one half hard just from fucking dreaming about your voice.

“Y/N, what could of possibly made it necessary for you to wake me up this early?” He drawls, glancing out his bedroom window and noticing the sky was still dark. “Or is it late?” He questions, eyes studying your face.

It was dim in his room, a candle lit on his nightstand. You must have lit it before you woke him. He felt drunk on the sight of you. You looked stunning in the candlelight. Your hair was a bit messy, and you were clad in nothing but a short silk night gown. Which surprised him, because you didn’t afford yourself many luxuries. Though you deserved them.

Now, despite how tired he was; he was intrigued.

What had brought you to his room, clearly straight from your own slumber.

“I needed to ask you something” your quiet voice answers, eyes meeting his. The two of you hold eye contact as he sits up against the pillows, your eyes drifting downwards for a moment when the sheet falls to gather around his waist.

When you break eye contact he takes the chance to study your frame as well, and fuck, he could do it all day. If perfection took form, it’d be you he thinks.

The way your pretty fingers reached to grab the strap of your night gown when it slipped down your smooth arm.

The air catches in his throat as his gaze travels down the nape of your neck. And his semi hard cock twitches against the sheets when he sees the swell of your breasts, rising and falling with each breathe you took. Nipples hard, pressed tightly against the thin fabric.

He closes his eyes and clears his throat before opening them again. This time to look at your face.

Your arms were now crossed over your body and fear ran through Druig, certain that you’d caught him.

Instead you give him a small smile, brushing your hands over your forearms.

“Why do you keep it so cold in here, Druig?” You ask with a fake pout and he can’t help but to sigh in relief.

“Do you want to get under the covers?” He offers, and you jump at the invitation.

Obviously after 7,000 years of companionship the two of you, and all of you, were extremely close. But why had you come to see him tonight? Why were you so eager to join him, literally in bed?

“I had a bad night, I was waiting for you to invite me for a cuddle” you giggle, making yourself comfortable beside him.

Druig grins as he looks at you, both of you now propped on your sides to face each other. He feels a twinge of guilt for his filthy thoughts, you just wanted to spend quality time with a good friend.

“So, tell me about your night? What was so bad love?” He asks and the nickname catches you off-guard. You body heats up, and not just from being under the blanket now.

“I don’t know, I just couldn’t sleep. I felt restless. And you…you always make me feel calm; at peace” you shrug and Druig is stunned into momentary silence at your sweet confession.

You are my peace. He wants to say back.

“I’m glad you came…” he trails off, hand reaching to push a few stray strands of hair out of your face. He lets his fingers graze over your cheeks, and the skin there feels like he lit a fire under his touch.

“Druig…” his name falls from your lips in a whisper, just like his dream.

“My beautiful, beautiful y/n. Will you let me have you?” He asks in a voice so heavy with want it sends a red hot pleasure straight to your core.

“Take me, I’m yours” you hum. And then he’s kissing you.

His lips press against yours gently at first, the first taste of him is intoxicating.

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him to you. His hands gripping your waist as he does the same.

Druig feels his blood boil when you moan against his mouth as your bodies meet. The feeling of you clinging to him, and the soft, sweet touch of your lips on his…it was almost overwhelming.

But in the same instant he wants more.

He pushes you down, so you’re flat on on his bed. His blue eyes raking down your squirming form. You looked flawless splayed out on his mattress. And a feeling of unease washes over him.

“Are you sure this is what you want? That I’m what you want?” He asks. His voice steady, but expression saying everything.

“Druig, you’re all I’ve ever wanted…” you admit, He’s back on you in seconds, leaving wet kisses down the column of your throat.

You let your hands tangle in his dark hair as he nips at the peaks of your breasts. He takes one in his hand, kneading. Mouth still leaving playful bites across your skin. He pulls down the top of your night gown, and you shimmy the rest of the way out of it.

“You’re perfect…” he pulls away to admire you for moment and before you can thank him, his mouth is wrapped around your nipple. You gasp as his tongue swirls around the sensitive bud. His fingers coming up to tweak the other one.

“I love your tits” he growls, switching and giving the other breast the same attention with his tongue.

If Druig’s cock wasn’t fully hard before, it was now.

His fingers dance down your front, tracing over your hips.

Then lower;

Your eyes flutter shut when his knuckle brushes over your sensitive clit. A soft sigh leaving your lips.

He rubs up and and down your thighs. Tongue leaving a wet trail down down your abdomen until he’s face to face with your dripping pussy.

“All this for me, Y/N?” He asks with a smirk, but inside he felt incredulous.

He runs a finger down your folds till he finds your entrance. He looks up you through his lashes for permission.

“Yes, Druig” you beg, sitting up on your elbows. You were panting already and he had barely touched you.

You can feel his slender fingers begin to push into you tentatively and your mouth parts into a small ‘o’ as you watch him.

“So wet, I wanna taste it” he whispers against your mound before he’s lapping at your clit like it’s his job. You fall back into the bed, back arching as he works your pussy.

He’s messy and attentive, paying attention to the things that made you moan the loudest. His fingers speed up inside you, and his mouth focuses on your clit.

Your legs tighten around his head as your orgasm approaches, but he wasn’t stopping until his face was soaked with your juices. He grabs your legs, placing them over his shoulders before he starts licking you again.

Your whimpers echoed through his otherwise quiet room as he devoured you. His fingers return to your pussy, curling them upwards each time they pushed into you.

“Dru… I’m gonna cum!” You warm and he hums against you before sucking on your clit.

Your toes curl as the pleasure crests in your belly, body shaking in ecstasy.

And he licks you clean as you come down, savoring the taste of you.

“Please, Druig; I want to feel all of you” you tell him when he comes up to kiss you. He presses his forehead to yours with a nod.

“I’d do anything you ask Y/N” he says, kicking off his sleep shorts.

He lines up with your entrance, and you both hold you both hold your breath.

He pushes in, just the tip and the moans are already spilling out of you. Druig feels his dick get impossibly harder at the sound of you. He pulls back out, slapping his cock against your clit and then slipping just the head back inside of you.

Your body shudders in pleasure at his actions.

Enough teasing he thinks, he feels like he could explode just looking at you.

He eases in, pressing himself fully into you and your legs wrap around his waist.

“So fucking deep…” you murmur, eyes rolling back at the feel of his thick cock inside of you. Druig’s brow is damp with sweat as he concentrates on fucking you.

He watches you below him, face contorted in pure rapture. Because of him. He thrusts even harder at the thought. You wanted him.

Druig sets an unsparing pace, fucking you like it was the last thing he’d ever do. Fuck, he’d be fine if it was.

Your moans turn to screams as he rams into you over and over. You feel your second climax creeping up and your pussy clenches around him.

His hips stutter, fist slamming into the mattress at the sensation.

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last if you keep that up” he warns and you pull his head down to your mouth so can whisper in his ear.

“So don’t,cum inside me Druig…”

And fuck he wishes it wasn’t over so soon, but as soon as he hears your filthy suggestion his orgasm is ripping through him. His load paints your walls; triggering your own release.

“Wait! I never asked you my question!”

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ahhhh my first Eternals imagine, clearly unedited lol but I’m just so excited! I loved The Eternals so much, I feel so inspired lmao. Send requests and lmk what you guys thought of the movie! Sending love ❤️

another snippet from chapter 6 cause it’s been hard to write lately, so enjoy Nikolai’s witty little sister Linnea as she enters the scene, more zoyalai banter and an exasperated Zoya. (and funny mentions of the Dregs)

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They reconvened in what looked like a study, except it was twice as big as Zoya’s sitting room in the Grand Palace and she doubted Kirigin had ever dedicated himself to paperwork. Nikolai and Tamar were sorting through reports while Zoya read the signed documents Nikolai had brought back from the Merchant Council, trying to soothe the brewing anger in her heart and the pulsing pain in her temples. Zoya lifted her head toward the door when she heard Nadia’s voice in the hallway, showing their guest the way. Nadia entered the room first, coming to sit beside her wife; behind her, a girl gracefully walked through the door, her steps light and her posture straight.

Linnea Opjer appeared older than her twenty-two years of age, with a knowing smile dancing constantly on her lips, her look quickly scanning every place she entered and studying every person she met. The analytical intensity of her gaze was eavened out by the soft quality of her voice and movements. Linnea was made of inconsistencies that weirdly fitted perfectly together; the lethal quiet with which she swayed through the world rivaled the ravenous chaos of the gears constantly turning in her mind. She looked the spitting image of Nikolai, to the point of absurdity considering they were only half-related; her golden curls were messily held at the top of her head by a pencil she kept adjusting with ink stained fingers. Some strands fell on her face, framed by a sharp jaw and a slightly crooked nose that only added to the memorability of her features. The handsomeness clearly ran in the family; the only difference between them were Linnea’s clear eyes, azure like a river caught by the summer sun. The gleam of brilliance and cunning in them, though, that was all too Nikolai’s not to be noticed. Linnea crutsied in Zoya’s direction.

“Your Highness,” she greeted. Zoya glared muderously at Nikolai, who cautiously averted his gaze.

“Did your brother not advise you that there is no need to do that?”

“He probably did,” Linnea admitted, joining her hands behind her back. Her look kept darting to every corner, lingering on details, as if she was assessing something. “Then again, as I am sure you are aware, my brother tends to provide an excessive amount of talking. I usually tune out the things I consider unnecessary.”

She locked eyes on Zoya’s, a corner of her mouth twisting in a comradely smirk. Her tone was affectionate; even knowing each other for such a brief time, she and Nikolai were already growing very fond of each other. Zoya liked Linnea. She was quieter than Nikolai, more practical, but she had the same creative and restless energy, the same optimistic outcome on life and a convolutive mind. This would be her last year at Ketterdam’s university before graduating in naval engineering. Linnea, like Nikolai, was an inventor though; engineering was just one  of her many talents. A small wishful part of Zoya had wanted Linnea to like her too, from the first time they met.

“You’d have to ignore roughly half the things he says.”

“At least,” Linnea shrugged her shoulders. “Sometimes more.”

Tamar laughed, bobbing her chin at the girl. “I like her,” she stated.

“I told you,” remarked Nadia, casting a fond smile at Linnea. Nadia had given her an extended tour of the lab when the girl had visited Os Alta, cushioning her from the incessant enthusiasm Nikolai was showering her with. Linnea had gracefully taken it. Zoya distinctively remembered the night the three of them spent discussing the cooling system for the newest model of flying ship’s engines, while she had drifted to sleep lulled by their muffled excited voices in the sitting room.

“I am standing right here,” came Nikolai’s retort, his tone slightly offended. “And I feel the need to remind you that everything I say has a purpose.”

Zoya would have preferred to entertain this light banter, to grab some lunch on the docks with Linnea and Nikolai, to hear the girl tell them about her university days, about a life Zoya and Nikolai never knew. Ravka demanded everything but lightness, though. She gestured for Linnea to take a seat, ringing for some coffee; Linnea enjoyed it bitter and strong. The girl strode to a chair, taking off her refined wool coat. Underneath, she wore a loose blouse and practical pants and boots; despite her casual attire, she glowed with confidence and surety. Every inch Nikolai’s sister.

“Why has your brother dragged you away from your studies?”

Linnea downed her coffee, adjusting the pencil in her hair. “I asked to come, actually. I knew he would be in town, and I jumped at the chance to update him on some interesting discoveries I made.”

Zoya arched her brow in Nikolai’s direction. Whatever had the fool pulled his sister into? She reminded herself not to underestimate Linnea. The smug sparkle in her look suggested she was not an innocent girl being deceived into action.

“Is it something we need to worry about?”

“Part of it, not anymore. The rest, maybe.” Linnea grabbed a leather briefcase in front of her, pulling out some files. She extended them to Tamar, who began sorting through the papers, growing more worried with every turn of the page. An uncomfortable feeling creeped in Zoya’s stomach. More trouble brewing.

“Tell Zoya what happened, Linnea.” Zoya peered at Nikolai: he was practically beaming with pride, shifting in his seat, barely restraining himself from unleashing an avalanche of words on them.

“Please Linnea, do, before your brother steals the spotlight and doom falls upon us.”

At least Linnea could be a bit more concise than Nikolai and cut straight to the point. The girl straightened her spine and held her chin high. You could witness her clever brain at work, disguised under her sheer beauty. She flicked the pencil from her curls, leaving them to unfurl on her neck. While she talked, her hands scribbled mindlessly on a piece of paper, sketching as if she needed a practical way to soothe her energy and focus.

“As you know, I work at the university. Some laboratories are located in the older buildings, outside the chaos of the city. I used to go there to…experiment with some inventions.” Experiment with some inventions was clearly an elegant way to refer to fiddling with dangerous mechanical devices that could explode. Zoya was sure she was not imagining the envious look on Nikolai’s face. Then again, he had been the one to drop his studies and travel the world as a damn privateer. “One of my colleagues is an expert chemist with a big mouth. She let it slip that they were experimenting on parem.”

A bolt of renewed fear and anger shot through Zoya’s chest. Flames of rage ignited in her lungs, cutting the air short, as her power began stirring. Parem. Her mind drifted back to the stocks hidden in the warehouse. Both West Ravka and Kerch dallying in parem could not just be a horrific coincidence. She felt Nikolai’s hand discreetly brushing her thigh under the table, a reassuring touch to prevent her from summoning another storm inside the room.

“They were trying to make the drug more bearable for Grisha. More serviceable, marketable. The quantities were small, the remnants of a previous stock held in the basement under the laboratories. It was supposed to be shipped here, to Os Kervo.”

Her temper was barely controlled now. Every word Linnea spoke felt like a thorn breaking the skin. More suffering for Grisha at the hand of their people. Linnea sent a reassuring smile her way, no doubt noticing the way her knuckles turned white on the wooden table.

“It’s not a problem anymore,” she declared, firm and confident. Zoya shot her a confused look, sweeping her gaze from her to Nikolai.

“What do you mean?”

“Let’s just say someone might have stolen it.” Nikolai was not able to contain himself anymore. “And destroyed it.”

“With the help of some very expert thieves.” Linnea added.

Zoya’s eyes widened in shock, and her disbelieving gaze snapped to Nikolai. “You let her associate herself with those reprobates? Your younger sister ?” she seethed, utterly stunned. “Are you out of your mind to involve her in this?” Nikolai held his hands up in a surrendering gesture and outright laughed in Zoya’s face.

“You assume I have any kind of influence on what she does. Or that I even knew what she was planning on achieving.” Zoya could not decide which of the two siblings deserved her glare more right now. Perhaps it would be better to disguise the faint admiration for Linnea’s venture and rely on the common annoyance that came along with Nikolai’s recklessness. Yet she really admired what Linnea had accomplished.

“You did this on your own?”

Linnea shrugged her shoulders again. “One needs to know how to navigate the perilous waters of Ketterdam. It was not particularly challenging to find the Dregs, nor to understand which one of them you associated with. Pleasant fellow, I have to say.”

The opinion was given with a satisfied nod, leaving no room for considering its honesty. If there was even the hint of a doubt about Nikolai and Linnea’s parentage, it would be very well swept away by their mutual liking of that disrespectful Brekker individual. Only someone with Nikolai’s same blood and twisted brain could find the thief pleasant.

“Besides, it was threatening my brother’s fianceè’s rule. Could not ignore it.”

Zoya rolled her eyes, anticipating Tamar’s overly amused comment. “Not his fianceè.”

Linnea arched a brow in Nikolai’s direction. “Have you not asked her yet?”

“Just drop it”, suggested Tamar again, throwing the files on the table. “Nikolai is stubborn like hell and Zoya is getting impatient. But you won’t get this out of them.” Zoya clicked her tongue, refusing to admit how accurately Tamar grasped the absurd situation.

“I have to say I’m feeling cornered to justify myself, but I am courting her.”

“You are such an idiot.”

“I kindly suggest romantic.”

“Are you sure we’re related?”

“Can we go back to the business at hand?”

Linnea shot him a look that clearly read they would be resuming this conversation. She turned thoughtful, keeping her attention on him. “The sharpshooter kept asking about your flying ships. I revealed to him I knew Sturmhond just for the sake of seeing him squirm with excitement.”

Thrill sparked on Nikolai’s face. Nothing like a boost to his ego to raise his mood even more. “I know. I already promised I would take him for a ride, before we caught up with you.”

“Don’t bother.” The girl crumpled her sketch, twisting the pencil up in her hair once more. “I told him I could build him a small one.” Of course she could. Should Zoya even ask? “He practically proposed to me on the spot, much to his boyfriend’s amusement. Oh,” she seemed to remember Zoya’s presence, “you know he’s a Fabrikator, right? Not that good at hiding it, might I add.”

At this point, the queen was rendered speechless. Linnea smirked at Nikolai; she propped her elbows on the table and leaned her chin in her joined hands, in a pose that could pass as childish but looked nothing but mischievous. His brother grinned back with an eerily identical expression and winked at her.  

Saints, Zoya realized with an exasperated grunt, there’s two of them.

I’m not seeing a lot of Trans FTM x Female Reader fics out here, Tumblr. Anyone know any writers that make them?

While the FTM x Male Reader one’s aren’t bad compensation, I’d really love to read the other side of things.