Average Ahab Lover (On Break)

You lean back against your somewhat shoddy couch and close your eyes. Work at the Corp. had been grueling, though much more stable and safe than had you continued whaling with her. Your teeth itch at the mere memory of that person. How she had broken you down to bits during the years on the Lake with her still stays in the way you almost flinch at the sight of an old woman in green, or the scent of her blasted tobacco wafting around on the street you take home. She is long dead, you comfort yourself. It has been much longer than normal since the ship had docked for supplies, more than enough for you to assume her dead. You flip in your seat. And again. And another time. You feel uncharacteristically anxious this specific day for no good reason at all.

Silence is comforting for your riled up nerves, at least. Nothing is better than being unable to hear the sound of the choppy waves lapping at the sides of the ship and the constant sway of it. You squeeze your eyes close and wait for the usual sleepiness to settle in… Nothing. No dreamless sleep nor even a nightmare decided to grace you. You look up at the clock, only to see barely ten minutes have passed. Groaning into the fabric of the couch, you force yourself to sit up from your comfortable seat to get some kind of warm drink to lull yourself to sleep. There should still be milk in your fridge. At least you hope so.

Goodness gracious. You stand before your fridge, the dim light feels particularly mocking with the sheer emptiness of the milk bottle in your hand. Great. You must have forgotten to get more groceries due to how busy the work is as a Wing employee.

Your pain is cut short when there is a knock at the door. Question marks fill your mind as it is so late at night you are sure no one sane will be wandering about… except for one. You shake your head to dispel the image that continues to haunt you even several years after you left the fleet. You force your hand down away from your mouth to avoid chewing on your nails. The knocking remains stable, occasionally taking breaks in the middle. The rhythm is stable, unlike the increasing heart rate inside your chest. Eventually, you manage to have your hand on the cold metal handle…

Ahab stares into the void as she mumbles incomprehensible words. No. No no no no no. She refuses to believe that Ishmael had stolen her kill, that the harpoon in her hand had gone through the Pallid Whale's heart and not hers. She had yelled until her throat was hoarse with no one to reply to her. Who is she without the obsessive chase for the Whale? The Whale is just as much her as it is her enemy, and now that it had died, not by her hand but Ishmael's, what does she even have left? She barks out orders for the wind to follow, to point and jeer at her pathetic form. That is until that woman come to recruit her. Hermann has oh so graciously offered for Ahab to join her voyage and what reason does she have to say no?

The first thing she decided to do, after cleaning herself off the pallidification, is to find her 'mermaid' who had escaped her grasp, you. Oh, the rare one that managed to leave with their life and not as a cold corpse nor a distorted mermaid clamoring for the Whale. She had sorely missed you during the time you were gone.

You were so obedient, almost foolishly so, so eager to follow her orders that you transformed yourself into the best second-in-command she will ever have. You broke your own bones, tore your muscles and forced yourself into the unreasonable mold that she had crafted to break you. Such a halpless fool you were. The captain clicks her tongue. She can still almost taste the putrid scent of the Lake and whatever shoddy candy you eat to keep up your energy under the strong taste of her cigar. Quite the unfortunate situation that was, with you begging to leave due to your broken heart. 'Am I not worth your attention? Am I merely a tool to you?!' You had essentially begged, thrown down your heart onto the ground for her, so like the good captain she is, she satisfied you. A pity that after a few times of such kind persuasion, her old chapped lips seem to no longer be appealing to you.

Ahab steps out of the shower kindly afforded to her by her new leash holder, taking the papers she had requested earlier already delivered to her room. The big picture of your face pasted at the very front looks borderline foreign to her. Your sharp edges had been sanded down from your posh job at the Wing, even your gaze has grown weary. The captain She sets out for your registered residence, tucked away at the edge of the inner portions of the Nest. Clearly you have moved up in life away from her.

You open the door, peeking through the small crack. Your heart stops. The world blurs out around you as you stagger backwards. No. No. No no nononono. That scarred face and disgusting smile. Your hand makes its way to your belt but you can only grasp at emptiness. Cold sweat streams down your back as you pat down your sides. The peace had softened you so much that you no longer carry your weapon on your body at all time. You used to prime your beloved weapon every single night before until your body fell prey to the calming lull of the rythmic ticking of your wall clock.

Soon, you regain your bearings and attempt to shut the door in your visitor's face, only to be stopped by her gloved hand. "Don't be so rude, sweetheart. Did the time away from the ship make you forget your manners?" You push harder but Ahab does not budge. "Why don't you invite your guest in, hm?"

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You lean back against your somewhat shoddy couch and close your eyes. Work at the Corp. had been grueling, though much more stable and safe than had you continued whaling with her. Your teeth itch at the mere memory of that person. How she had broken you down to bits during the years on the Lake with her still stays in the way you almost flinch at the sight of an old woman in green, or the scent of her blasted tobacco wafting around on the street you take home. She is long dead, you comfort yourself. It has been much longer than normal since the ship had docked for supplies, more than enough for you to assume her dead. You flip in your seat. And again. And another time. You feel uncharacteristically anxious this specific day for no good reason at all.

Silence is comforting for your riled up nerves, at least. Nothing is better than being unable to hear the sound of the choppy waves lapping at the sides of the ship and the constant sway of it. You squeeze your eyes close and wait for the usual sleepiness to settle in… Nothing. No dreamless sleep nor even a nightmare decided to grace you. You look up at the clock, only to see barely ten minutes have passed. Groaning into the fabric of the couch, you force yourself to sit up from your comfortable seat to get some kind of warm drink to lull yourself to sleep. There should still be milk in your fridge. At least you hope so.

Goodness gracious. You stand before your fridge, the dim light feels particularly mocking with the sheer emptiness of the milk bottle in your hand. Great. You must have forgotten to get more groceries due to how busy the work is as a Wing employee.

Your pain is cut short when there is a knock at the door. Question marks fill your mind as it is so late at night you are sure no one sane will be wandering about… except for one. You shake your head to dispel the image that continues to haunt you even several years after you left the fleet. You force your hand down away from your mouth to avoid chewing on your nails. The knocking remains stable, occasionally taking breaks in the middle. The rhythm is stable, unlike the increasing heart rate inside your chest. Eventually, you manage to have your hand on the cold metal handle…

Ahab stares into the void as she mumbles incomprehensible words. No. No no no no no. She refuses to believe that Ishmael had stolen her kill, that the harpoon in her hand had gone through the Pallid Whale's heart and not hers. She had yelled until her throat was hoarse with no one to reply to her. Who is she without the obsessive chase for the Whale? The Whale is just as much her as it is her enemy, and now that it had died, not by her hand but Ishmael's, what does she even have left? She barks out orders for the wind to follow, to point and jeer at her pathetic form. That is until that woman come to recruit her. Hermann has oh so graciously offered for Ahab to join her voyage and what reason does she have to say no?

The first thing she decided to do, after cleaning herself off the pallidification, is to find her 'mermaid' who had escaped her grasp, you. Oh, the rare one that managed to leave with their life and not as a cold corpse nor a distorted mermaid clamoring for the Whale. She had sorely missed you during the time you were gone.

You were so obedient, almost foolishly so, so eager to follow her orders that you transformed yourself into the best second-in-command she will ever have. You broke your own bones, tore your muscles and forced yourself into the unreasonable mold that she had crafted to break you. Such a halpless fool you were. The captain clicks her tongue. She can still almost taste the putrid scent of the Lake and whatever shoddy candy you eat to keep up your energy under the strong taste of her cigar. Quite the unfortunate situation that was, with you begging to leave due to your broken heart. 'Am I not worth your attention? Am I merely a tool to you?!' You had essentially begged, thrown down your heart onto the ground for her, so like the good captain she is, she satisfied you. A pity that after a few times of such kind persuasion, her old chapped lips seem to no longer be appealing to you.

Ahab steps out of the shower kindly afforded to her by her new leash holder, taking the papers she had requested earlier already delivered to her room. The big picture of your face pasted at the very front looks borderline foreign to her. Your sharp edges had been sanded down from your posh job at the Wing, even your gaze has grown weary. The captain She sets out for your registered residence, tucked away at the edge of the inner portions of the Nest. Clearly you have moved up in life away from her.

You open the door, peeking through the small crack. Your heart stops. The world blurs out around you as you stagger backwards. No. No. No no nononono. That scarred face and disgusting smile. Your hand makes its way to your belt but you can only grasp at emptiness. Cold sweat streams down your back as you pat down your sides. The peace had softened you so much that you no longer carry your weapon on your body at all time. You used to prime your beloved weapon every single night before until your body fell prey to the calming lull of the rythmic ticking of your wall clock.

Soon, you regain your bearings and attempt to shut the door in your visitor's face, only to be stopped by her gloved hand. "Don't be so rude, sweetheart. Did the time away from the ship make you forget your manners?" You push harder but Ahab does not budge. "Why don't you invite your guest in, hm?"

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Yandere!ahab x reader

Warnings: blood, death, depictions of gore and blood, self harm(?), obsessive and possessive behaviour, forced kissing, NOT proofread or edited, ooc/mischaracterization, not that proud of this work.

Quick note: this takes place after canto 5 and after she joins Hermann, and I wrote this shit up in a half an hour so expect it to be badly written. I’m still fiddling w this random shit on tumblr so my layouts are rapidly changing

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It wasn’t supposed to go this way. You were supposed to be safe, you weren’t meant to end up like this.

You sat on the ground clutching your injuries, they were too fatal. By the time Ahab got help, you would be long gone by then. You bit your lip from screaming from the pain, it was agonizing. You felt your body failing on itself, failing to keep your blood running. You knew it was too late, you felt agony yet bliss. That you won’t be in the clutches of Ahab no more, you didn’t have to run away no more. A small smile formed on your lips, maybe that was the only good part in dying. Your free. You heard footsteps run swiftly your way, you didn’t have to look up to see who it was. 

"(NAME)!" You heard Ahab yell as she crouched down to your level muttering curses, you felt too dizzy to reply to whatever she was saying. In fact, you were too tired from fighting to move. Earlier you were just fighting a small group of pirates who were in the way, but the second you got distracted by something else they shot their chance and injured you horribly. Your eyes went to the direction where the pirates were, the only see you saw was a massacre of blood and organs spilled all over the place, their body’s all limp on the ground. Their faces disfigured beyond recognition, organs aligned like vines, their brains smashed to oblivion. Ahab desperately grabbed you and muttered something before grabbing leftover bandages and wrapping them tightly around one of your injures before searching in her pockets for something that can help. But there was nothing. desperate, she ripped off pieces of her jacket and wrapped them around whatever cuts she spotted. Her hands sweated as she tried to heal whatever she could, but the blood kept rushing out, they were to deep. Her hands twitched as Ahab grabbed whatever clothing to act as a temporary cast. Ahab couldn’t let go of you now, not now, not ever!

Ahab came to realize something, she came too late. The bandages weren’t going to do anything. And so, she laid your body across her lap and held you close, she doesn’t care who sees or what happens next. Her fingernails drove deep into your back, making it bleed red. Nothing doesn’t matter now. Not the other pallid whales, not Hermann and them, nothing. You felt yourself fading away, it was a bit scary but at least you will be away from her now. You were always suffocated by her love, your friends, family, everyone you knew gone. She isolated you away from everyone except for her else. She made you depend solely on her and made sure you didn’t plan to escape anytime soon. You craved for freedom, clawing your way up but always ending up falling down the hole again. So something such as freedom being granted to you so easily felt so special, maybe this was your final gift for living through this hell. Who knows.

While deep into your thoughts, Ahab took it upon herself to go with you, it’s only natural that someone must go down with their partner. with one hand, she laid you down right from her and stretched out her other hand to grab her harpoon across the floor. In one quick motion, Ahab drove her harpoon deep into her body. stabbing her chest repeatedly, blood spilling all over her clothes. not enough to kill her immediately, but not to little where she’ll survive. It was painful, but it was for you. She clenched her chest in pain as she threw her weapon deep into the floor, cracking it. She looked at you with a sly smirk, Ahab knew you were happy to get away, she won’t allow that. If you go down, she will too.

Ahab had once promised to you that wherever you went, she would be, even in death. Almost twisting your pinky when she promised you that. She laid right from you, roping her hands into yours. Shit, you thought. You should have knew this would happen, you hated this. You wanted to get away from her and run as fast as your body can but your body was shutting down fast already. 

"Y-you…" you coughed up more blood before you could finish your sentence. Ahab only continued to smirk more as you remembered the promised she made to you, she didn’t feel any more pain. At least when she’s beside you, the light to her abyss, her sin and virtue, her only weakness and strength, her love. "I love you too", she replied back, moving her lips to yours. The hand once on yours moving up to your cheek and caressing it before pulling it your face to her and kissing you. Blooding rushing inside of your mouth as she shared her last droplets of blood to you, now you can’t die no more. you will forever be in her clutches now.

you should have never came on the peqoud.

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author notes: MY BACK HURTS AND I THINK I BROKE MT HIP FUCK anyway I’m surprise I got two fanfics done in a day!! Yay I’m still tired at least it’s my birthday lol it JUST turned 12am for me (not really)

This is short (not to mention quite rushed) so it’s probably bad like my other works

Warnings include: Yandere things, mentions of death and such, possible and likely ooc, mention of breaking bones, no proofread we go down like queequeg, straight ASS, manipulative stuff, possessive and obsessive behaviour.

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- Though Ahab is a selfish and egocentric person to everyone around her, she suppose there’s a bit of an expectation. You.

- She’s already very manipulative to the peqoud crew, so no doubt she’ll attempt to do the same with you so you can stay by her forever. Trying to steer your thoughts away from the thought of leaving, she won’t allow it, even if she has to physically hold you back from doing so.

- Getting to close with someone upon the peqoud? Couple of days later, they’re not seen anywhere, not even in their bed but Ahab excuses it quickly away, pulling away from the topic. But the slight smell of blood and little drops of it around the ship stirs around for a couple of days after their sudden disappearance. Awh, too bad they "had to go away". It’s okay though! You have Ahab, right?

- Ahab wont hesitate to murder or heavily injure someone for you, if you were in danger or simply getting a bit too close with them, they’re only tools for her, one tool missing wont effect her.

- Don’t even think about leaving the peqoud, Ahab won’t allow it, ever. Even if everyone else is died, she’ll be the one to protect and care for you. Ahab will tie you up or even take away your mobility to move just so you can stay with her.

- She doesn’t trust you fully during the night, what if you die or suddenly run off to another nest or something? maybe it’s because you sneak off into the others cabins to talk and give your attention to them instead of hers. So she’ll possibly move you into her quarters one day, don’t try to protest about the sudden change, it’s for the best. Here, she can protect you! (And watch you sleep.) and so you don’t have to worry about danger lurking in the night or anything else.

- She would probably attempt to isolate you more from the other peqoud members and slowly pull you towards her, choosing you to go along with her to go grab things that she could easily send someone else to do. Or sending you to her office to tell plans about which way they should venture and how to capture the whale, though sliding into more personal things rather than plans for the peqoud and the pallid whale.

- Of course, the others would likely notice too seeing ahab’s behaviour change around you. But Ahab wouldn’t mind, they can look if they want to.

- Yes, Ahab does care about the other members desires to an extent, but she would prioritizes yours first, doing whatever she can to get what you desire.

- If you were to confront her on her behaviour, Ahab would denied any and all of it. Making up excuses, Ahab isn’t one to confront her evil actions. That includes everyone else who try’s to confront her too, no matter how much you do it, she’ll be stubborn on accepting on what she did. Instead referring it to saving you and helping you more with the ship and other things. Though after some time (likely during or after the events of canto six) she would admit her love for you, including what things she has and will do for you.

- Let’s say you were also swallowed by the whale with her and the rest of the crew, she would prioritize your safety over anyone else, she only needs you, and you only need her. A perfect match made in heaven! And she’ll make sure you will only need her. Killing off the others one by one until it’s only you two. Or offering food and safety to you first.

- But if not, somehow avoiding getting swallowed. She’ll drag herself to hell and back, sacrificing everyone and everything just to have you back with her. the pallid whale doesn’t matter as much anymore, only you do.

- After the death of the crew and the pallid whale, Ahab is left without a purpose. So now her attention is now fully on you, putting her ruthless obsession onto you, besides from the hunting, though she won’t mind if she had to hunt you down if you were to ever attempt to escape.

- Even when Hermann invited her to join her with promises to hunt down pallid whales from other mirror worlds, most of her attention still lays on you. Of course, she will definitely drag you along with her to go kill the whales.

- In the attempt if you do try to run away, if it means snapping or breaking your legs in half, as long you are with her, it doesn’t matter. Making sure you depend on her for everything, not like you needed anyone else! Ahab has you now, so why still struggle? Not like you can escape her with no legs. Though Ahab would feel bad for doing so to a length, but it would be for the best.

- The Only reason she isn’t going even more insane is because of you, you stable you, you provide her with a reason to continue living and gallop on, especially after the events of canto six she would protect you like her life depends on it. Maybe it does.

- Perchance if she doesn’t trust you enough to be on your own (which she thinks either way), Ahab would lock you up from the world, forcing you to depend on her and her only, of course she would feed and give you the love you need. It’s only oh so cruel, but it’s the only way it’s guaranteed you would be safe and sound in her reach. She won’t waste such a treasure such as you.

- It’s tied between her showing you off like a valuable treasure or keeping you safe from the world and its cruel fate. Though especially after what occurred in the calamity it’s more likely she will keep you hidden, considering she blames herself for the everyone’s death in the whale despite her saying it was their fate anyway. or if not, She will stand close to you and take you away if needed. Or if she can’t be there, it’s either you not going at all or sending someone to protect you. Even if someone protecting you, she still doesn’t trust them fully in keeping you safe from danger, declaring that she’s best suited for keeping you safe and sound.

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Ingrediants:

1/4 cup sugar (increase if you enjoy sweeter, to a max of a 1:2 ratio of sugar to popcorn)

1 cup popcorn

1 tsp salt

1/8 cup oil

1. Put oil in large pan over medium heat. Heat oil. When oil is hot, put in popcorn and cover with lid.

2. Once all kernels pop, take off lid and pour in sugar. Mix until all sugar is melted and coats popcorn in thin layer. If you are like me and have some whimsy, put in a few drops of food coloring for a pop of fun colors (I like doing pink or blue)

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