#[ was gonna cut out a red A & pin it to me & say i was olive from easy A but i didnt have the construction paper for it JhJDHWJSHDH. ]

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super rare mun photos below for halloween ft. my last minute thrown together dead girl costume .

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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 4) Chapter Fourteen

Father Figure! Lucifer x Teen! Reader

Chapter Fourteen: I Think I'd Like a Dance

Summary: (Y/N) and their friends head off to homecoming.

            “Why do humans nearly poke their eyes out for beauty?” asked Em.

            “If they don’t squirm, their eyes don’t get poked out,” said (Y/N), holding Em’s face still as they did her eyeliner.

            “I’m not squirming, you’re just bad at this,” said Em.

            “Take a look and tell me that again,” said (Y/N), letting go of Em.

            The demon opened their looked into the mirror. She blinked. She actually looked nice. “Wow. You’re actually good at makeup,” they said.

            “It helps when the other person already looks nice.” (Y/N) shrugged. “I don’t have to do much.”

            Em turned red at the compliment. “Right. Well, uh, I’m gonna go get changed. Lucifer’s taking us to homecoming, right?”

            “Yeah, no, I made sure Dad just hired a car. I don’t need him embarassing me in front of our friends,” said (Y/N).

            Em chuckled as she left the room.

            (Y/N) smiled at her laugh and turned to their closet. It was finally homecoming night, and they would be damned if they didn’t look fantastic.

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            “Well, someone’s all dressed up,” said Lucifer, smiling at Em as they came out.

            She had on a simple emerald green dress and a simple smoky eye with winged eyeliner. Gold earrings hung from multiple piercings (they had let Noa practice piercing on them since she could heal if it really looked terrible).

      ��     “Em definitely has good taste,” said (Y/N), appearing in the doorway of their room.

            “You’re just saying that since you helped me pick the dress out,” said Em, rolling her eyes. She paused when she saw (Y/N), though.

            They had on a dark red suit jacket with black, slightly sheer fabric sewn overtop half and a dramatic fabric belt. They had on simple black suit pants but paired it with a red painted design on shiny doc martens. (Y/N) still sported their red jasper and feather necklaces, but they had paired it with gold cuff earrings to offset the slightly gold shimmer of their eyeshadow their eyelids.

            “Wow, Birdie, you look—”

            “Fantastic!” said Lucifer, completely cutting off Em like the excited father his was. “Your taste is perfect.”

            “I think I got a lot of it from you,” said (Y/N) teasingly, but they were also pleased. Their biological parents would never allow them to dress so masc, so it was nice to have their parent approve and support them.

            “Of course, you did. I have a fantastic sense of style,” said Lucifer proudly.

            The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open to reveal the other four in (Y/N) and Em’s friend group.

            “Oh my god you guys look so cute!” said Olive excitedly. She had on a vintage white dress with purple flowers and green leaves printed across it. With a cinched waist, she had a classic silhuoette and was ready to dance. Her blonde hair was pinned up in a bun with curled strands framing her face, and she had a light dusting of natural makeup and pink lips.

            “So do you,” said (Y/N), smiling at her.

            “Of course she does,” said Nao, putting their hands in their pockets. Their hair was still in box braids, but now it had silver beads hanging at the ends to pair with the stripes of their suitpants and vest. They had the jacket through over their shoulder casually, but from the expertly tied tie, it was clear they had put effort in.

            (Y/N) smirked when they noticed Noa had silver earrings with purple jewels. Subconsciously matching a certain someone, they thought.

            Olive blushed and smiled. “Thanks, Nao!”

            “I love the additions to the suit, (Y/N),” said Marcel. He had been true to his word and redyed his hair to purple to work with his suit. Everything was crisp and perfect, and although the suit itself was simple, Marcel had done dramatic eyeshadow and makeup to really play with the drama he loved.

            “Very well done,” agreed Leon. He had on golden eyeliner that glimmered in the light and golden accents on his navy suit.

            “Thanks, guys,” said (Y/N), smiling. “Are you ready to go? We’ve got reservations for food.”

            “Ah-ah-ah!” Lucifer jumped in. “Before you go, it’s time for photos!”

            “Seriously, Dad?” said (Y/N), embarassed at how eager Lucifer was.

            “Absolutely! You’re finally going out on the town with friends. Everyone out onto the balcony for a photo!” said Lucifer.

            (Y/N)’s friends laughed. They liked their dad, and they followed him out. Lucifer carefully arranged them for photos.

            “This is so embarassing,” muttered (Y/N).

            Em chuckled and reached out for their hand. “Relax, Birdie. Everyone’s having fun.”

            (Y/N) rolled their eyes at her enjoyment of their discomfort but found themself smiling nonetheless when the camera took it’s photo.

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            “You know, this party isn’t as lame as I thought it might be since our school is so boring,” said Nao as they sat down at the table the LGBTQ+ Breakfast Club had commandeered.

            “I can’t believe how long Marcel has kept Leon on that dancefloor,” snickered Olive. “Poor guy has no idea what they’re doing.”

            “Yeah, but he’s trying to impress Marcel, so they’re not leaving anytime soon,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “That’s adorable since I’m pretty sure Marcel put so much work into his outfit to really show that he cares about fashion like Leon does,” said Em.

            “That’s so cute, they’re both oblivious,” said Olive. She brightened. “Noa, we should go and get them to partner dance!”

            “Huh?” said Noa as Olive grabbed them and hauled them up.

            “We’ll request a song for slower dancing or something and dance beside them to make it feel just like normal or whatever, but really it’ll be forcing them to dance together and actually start to make moves! Come on!” Noa was not given another second to speak as Olive pulled them away.

            (Y/N) and Em watched in amusement.

            “You know, Olive is surprisingly crafty,” said (Y/N), grinning.

            “What do you mean?” asked Em.

            “Well, Olive and Noa obviously like each other, right?” said (Y/N).

            “Oh, obviously,” agreed Em.

            “I think Olive’s plan to get Leon and Marcel to dance it to also get her a chance to dance with Noa,” said (Y/N).

            “She’s strategic,” said Em. “That was a very smooth operation.”

            “They say all’s fair in love and war, and I think Olive thinks of finding love as a strategic battle,” joked (Y/N).

            “What do you think of it as?” asked Em curiously.

            (Y/N) paused and considered. “I think love is finding that person you can just exist with. There’s no pressure to be anything around them other than yourself, and you two are happy to be together because it’s you two and you love each other.”

            Em smiled. “That’s sweet.”

            “I have my moments,” joked (Y/N), trying to brush off the seriousness of the topic.

            The music changed to a slower song, “Amado Mio” by Pink Martini, and Em grinned. “Olive’s plan is in motion.”

            “Evidently,” said (Y/N).

            Em cocked their head. “Want to dance?”

            “What?” (Y/N) was a bit taken aback by the stubborness.”

            “I mean, I asked you to homecoming. It would be rude of me not to dance with you,” said Em.

            “We have danced together. Did you forget Abba already?” said (Y/N).

            “That was with friends. I’m saying you and me,” said Em. They smiled. “So, what do you say?”

            (Y/N) decided to let their heart guide them. “I think I’d like a dance.”

            Em grinned, stood, and offered their hand. (Y/N) took it, and Em led them to the dancefloor. Hesitantly, (Y/N) put their hand on Em’s waist, and Em put hers on their shoulder. They took each others other hand and began to dance. It wasn’t great partner dancing since neither was very practiced, but it was fun (and while Leon had perfect control of himself and Marcel, Noa and Olive were just as bad, so it was fine).

            Em spun (Y/N), and they laughed at how out of sync it was with the music. “Damn, I really thought I had it,” said Em.

            “Well, you gave it a try,” teased (Y/N), moving closer to Em again as they moved to the rhythm.

            They were quiet for a little longer as they danced until Em swallowed and looked at (Y/N).

            “You know, I kept getting interrupted, but I wanted to tell you that you look really nice tonight,” said Em.

            (Y/N) turned red. “Thanks,” they said. “You look pretty, too.”

            “Thanks.”

            Em and (Y/N) gripped each other’s hands tighter and smiled shyly. Neither was sure quite how to continue with that line of discussion, but it had felt nice to get this close and get to be soft with one another. In fact, (Y/N) rather enjoyed their usual banter with Em, but being vulnerable and sweet felt nice to. They wouldn’t mind doing it more. (Y/N) blinked, and the shadows around them quivered.

            Oh shit. They had a crush.

            Luckily for them (though they didn’t know it), Em had the same realization.

            Of course, like Olive said, they were all oblivious.

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            Lucifer laid out the papers on his desk and stared at them. He had them. They were finally in his hands, and now all he had to do was take them to (Y/N). He gripped them tightly and smiled.

            (Y/N) would officially be his kid. Soon, they’d really be his.

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[ardent-musings]

“Strike Three?” A Neville Longbottom Smut

EVERYONE IN THIS STORY IS OF LEGAL AGE AND CONSENTING

Warnings: NSFW 18+, sub!nev, dom!femreader, swearing, slapping (one hit), oral (f and m receiving), vaginal sex, teasing, slight degradation, unprotected sex. (WRAP IT UP YALL)

He wasn't happy anymore.

No matter how hard he tried to convince you he was happy being an Auror, his growing exhaustion and increased amount of nightmare alerted you to his unease. Your once happy and relaxed Neville would come home, only to be reminded of his time in the war. When he was recruited by the Ministry to work for them, he felt honored; for the first time he was really being recognized for his strength and bravery.

But that wasn't who he was. Neville wasn't made to hunt down dark wizards his whole life. He was made for something kinder. Something that wouldn't make him come home looking half alive.

Just like he did today.

"Hi, bubs," you sighed as you caught notice of his dark sullen under eyes.

"Hi, petal," he responded while dropping onto the couch with a huff. He started rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand.

He was hunched over and tense, the veins in his neck were popped from the strain his job put him under. Unable to see him suffer, you went behind him to rub and massage the sore spot near the base of his neck.

"Love," Neville groans at your skilled fingers working at the knots in his muscle. His deep throaty whine made your stomach twist.

"Does that help any, my love?" You hummed near his ear, massaging behind it to release the ache in his neck.

"It feels perfect," he replied quietly, mewling at the soft digs against his skin.

His head dipped back, exposing the expanse of his skin to your greedy eyes. Neville was always a cutie pie; however, the boy really grew up. Ever since he ran DA during his seventh year, Neville was a combination of gentle power and taunt muscle. He grew out of his baby fat, and sprung up into the attractive man you knew and fell in love with. You loved him however he looked; but his tight shoulder muscles looked beautiful under your fingertips.

Neville's eyes were closed, his mouth dropped open at the feel of your hands against his skin. But before he could enjoy it too much, you stopped massaging is neck and rounded the couch to face him.

He was tired and sore, but his eyes burned into yours with lust, but there was no signs of fire or fight in his olive brown irises.

You knelt down, sitting on your heels as you rubbed up and down the expanse of his work pants.

"I wanna play with you, love," you whispered to your tired boy.

He whined lowly, a sound that lit up the fire in your stomach and sent a chill down your spine. Neville was always so beautiful when he gave up all premonitions and embraced your control.

"I wanna play with you," you repeated while unbuckling the silver hardware of his belt. His eyes closed, brows furrowing, and chest heaving as you toyed with the waistband of his jeans.

"Love," he groaned, although, the words barely escaping his pouty pink lips, "God, please do whatever you want to me."

"Is that an order?" You cautioned. Neville was not going to be in control tonight; both of you knew it. But you needed him to be aware of the power dynamic this given night.

"No!" he cried. "No, no, that wasn't an order."

"Then what was it?"

He shifted in his seat, wiggling as you dragged the belt out of the looped holes and began making quick work of his zipper.

"What was it?" You asked with a bit more grit.

"A plead? Fuck!"

Neville's explanation was cut short, the feeling of your hand wrapped around his cock was already an overwhelming feeling and the most release he had gotten all day. You gripped onto his thigh with a firm grasp, nails digging lightly into the soft skin, making your boy groan at the light scratch marks that littered his leg.

"Wanna feel good, baby boy?" You teased. "Want me to play with your pretty cock until I get you off?"

"God, fuck yes," he whined, the words coming out in pieces as you flicked your wrist, pumping only the tip of his dick. You knew just how sensitive he was there.

Neville cried out at the slap you administered to her thigh, making him jump and groan in pleasure at the tingly sting. The pale skin already started turning red: a sign of your time together.

"Yes, what?" You teased as you kitten licked him all while you massaged his heavy balls in a single hand, the other one teased the inside of his thigh.

"Yes, ma'am," his brows furrowed in the middle, a mixture of both pain and pleasure etched across every inch of his cute face.

Having literally the situation in the palm of your hand, you wanted to fully take advantage of the strong man in front of you. Your speed increased, making Neville whine and moan out quiet whimpers at the feelings you were imposing on him.

His neck covered in a thin layer of sweat and goosebumps, every nerve and neuron was fired up at the feeling of your lips wrapped around him. You giggled and slapped him against your tongue, treating him like your little toy to play with.

"God fucking damnit," Neville pouted, threading his fingers into the hair at the base of your neck, bucking up into your warm mouth for even more friction. He just needed a few more pumps to get off.

But you wouldn't let him.

Strike one.

With a pop, you rose from your kneeled position, just to straddle his lap and grab him by his throat, pinning him to the back of the couch. Neville's eyes were blown wide from his delayed high, his mouth dropping in pleasure at the squeeze around his neck.

"Did I say you could touch me, sweet slut?"

"No," he groaned, his dick leaking desperately against his work shirt, "I'm sorry. Please, god, I'm sorry. Love, please make me cum."

"You wanna cum?" You mocked back to him in a sickeningly sweet voice, your grip tightening slightly around his neck. "Does my big boy wanna cum for me?"

Your boyfriend mumbled his wishes and desires, his thumb grazing the exposed skin at the hem of your shirt, just yearning for a touch of your skin.

Strike two.

"I said no touching, Nev," you chastised as you grabbed both of his wrists and pinning them to the couch cushions, leaving him laying down beneath you. "Shirt off. Now."

The sweet, sensitive boy responded immediately, his work shirt was gone in a second. He was now fully naked beneath you, his skin was littered with scars and healing bruises, and yet he was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. And he was yours.

"Get to work, pretty baby," you instructed as you shuffled up his chest, hovering your clothed pussy over his chest. "Think you're up for the challenge?"

"Yes, yes, please, love. Sit on my face, petal. I'll make you feel so good."

Neville had totally disregarded his own release, the idea of getting you off gave him something to focus on. And you weren't going to ask a second time. So within seconds, you sat with knees around his shoulders, waiting for Nev's next move considering his wrists were still pinned above his head.

"Want me to sit down, honey? Think you can eat my pussy as good as you can fuck it?"

His head craned higher, trying to get a taste of you before he was even given permission. Your teasing was growing to be too much, his cock rested on his lower belly, dreadfully sensitive from being left on the edge.

Graciously, you lowered yourself to his face, grinding lightly against his crooked nose for the meantime. Neville groaned at your taste, his tongue dipping to trace along your panties and to suck against your clit. The one thing Neville was always fantastic at, was eating your out. But seeing his arms pinned above him, made you even wetter; it was always a sight to see when Neville grew so desperate to get you off.

"Keep your hands up," you ordered as you then brought your hands the his hair, tugging and dragging his face against your cunt, doing your best to get off before he ever could.

Reluctant moans left your lips, Neville was just too good with his mouth.

"Wanna get me off, toy?" You taunted, finding it filthy how all your boyfriend could do was moan in response against your panties. "Think you can even get me off like that? Only using your mouth to get me off, yeah?"

Once again, all your boy could do was groan against you, taking in every grind and hair pull with a smile and a twitch to his cock.

"Fuck, Neville, you're gonna make me cum. Get me there, honey. Get your girl to feel good."

And he did. It only took a few more swivels of your pussy against his hungry lips to make your back arch. You dug his hands into the couch beneath him, fully grinding his face as if it were a pillow. He made you cum incredibly hard, your legs shook around his head as you filled with the feeling of your high.

You released his hands and resituated your legs to cradle his hips, now straddling him. Neville's chin was glistening in your cum, making him lick his lips as if he had just eaten some delicious candy or butterbeer.

"Now's your time baby," You promised as you grabbed his cock and lined it up with you. "But you gotta work for it."

Neville's confused look amused you, you could see the gears turning in his head.

"I'm not gonna sink down onto your cock, pretty boy."

It took Neville a second to understand, but he got the memo. Without touching you, he began snapping his hips up into your soaked and sensitive cunt. His deepness was surprising, given the fact that you refused to put in  the extra bit of work. But Neville was desperate beyond relief, his hips jutted off the couch to fuck you deep and fast even if you weren't meeting him halfway. You rubbed at your clit as Neville threw his head back at the squeeze of you against him.

"Gonna cum, pretty boy?" You asked while gripping onto his hair.

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck.." Neville groaned out loudly, his hips stuttering as he worked himself into a sweat. "Fuck, please let me cum. Let me cum. Love."

"Go on, love," you moaned above him, growing close to your second release. "Cum for me. "

Neville cried out loudly as you began bouncing furiously on top of him, giving him the friction he needed. He fully forgot the "no touching" rule, as he ran his hands up and down your smooth thighs as you both came in unison.

His cries and your demands were like a catalyst to the other, making your orgasms so incredibly intense. You fell on top of his bare chest, placing kisses against his collarbone and Adam's apple. A gentle blow of air against his neck made Neville groan, his body sensitive from all the teasing but so wonderfully taken care of all the same.

He twirled you hair between his fingers, finding comfort in your softest features.

"Thank you, petal. I needed that so much," he admitted with blushing cheeks.

"Of course my love, I just hate seeing you so stressed from work. You deserve to do something you adore, honey."

"I adore you."

[blackjacktheboss]

the photo • mob au

For as long as Percy can remember, he has had dreams of becoming a husband and a father, of giving himself over completely to love and the service of it. But every dream he has ever had can not even come close to the reality of being married to Annabeth, and getting to have a child with her. That child being Ruthie, the human embodiment of a ray of sunshine that warms you on a cool summer day, only makes things even more surreal.

“Daddy, are you listening?” she shouts up at him.

Percy shakes his head, clearing it momentarily of his romantic thoughts. “Sorry, Monster, I got distracted. What’s up?”

“I said,” she chides with an attitude. “Do you think that mommy will like the strawberries?”

“Oh, she’s gonna love them, baby,” he answers. “I mean, you picked them yourself. How could she not?”

The five year old smiles with pride as she scoots the bowl containing the fruit closer to her dad and the picnic basket he is packing. He throws in a nice loaf of bread he picked up from the baker in the early hours of the morning, and matching bottles of champagne and sparkling apple cider.

“Now,” he says, admiring his own handiwork with his hands on his hips. “You said you wanted to bring a book to read with mom.”

Ruthie’s eyes get big and she bites her bottom lip. “Mhmm!”

“Do you need my help getting it?” he asks.

She turns and breaks into a sprint. “NO, I GOT IT DADDY!”

A few minutes later she returns with a book in her arms that she holds close to her chest.

“What did you pick?”

“It’s a surprise, daddy, I can’t tell you!” she says with an offended frown.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” he says, averting his gaze. “How rude of me.”

“I forgive you,” Ruthie says nicely. “Can my puppies come with us?”

“Of course they can, it’s a picnic!”

Ruthie smiles, and jumps in place excitedly. “Do the New York whistle! Please, daddy!”

Percy laughs, and winks at his daughter. “You got it, kid.”

He sticks his thumb and index finger in his mouth and takes a deep breath, exhaling into a shrill whistle that cuts through the cavernous estate. Ruthie giggles as she pins her book under her arm to cover her ear, always delighted by her dad’s whistling ability. Soon, the sounds of paws clacking against the hardwood floors get closer and closer until two huge black dogs are tripping over each other to say hello to Ruthie, who again giggles in delight.

“Puppies!” she shouts.

“More like ponies,” Percy says under his breath. “Everyone ready to go outside?”

Blackjack barks at the mention of his favorite word and Ruthie barks along with him, earning a delighted giggle from Percy in turn. He turns to grab the picnic basket, grunting as he pulls it off the counter and has to contend with its hefty weight.

“We may have packed too much,” he admits, as his kid and dogs look up at him expectantly.

“Seems just right to me,” Ruthie says with a shrug.

Percy’s heart swells as he looks down at the little girl who seems to be a carbon copy of the love of his life, and almost can’t believe how damn lucky he really is.

Percy shrugs right back. “Well, you are the boss.”

Ruthie twirls and heads out of the room, her dogs closely in tow. “Picnic time!”

A huge red blanket adorned with white lace flowers that was made by a woman in town is spread across the open green hilltop that overlooks the sea. An olive tree with a thick, twisted trunk towers over them, her branches providing shade from the warm August afternoon.

Ruthie runs around with the dogs, her bubbly laugh filling the air. Her laughing soon turns into cheering as she notices the lean figure of her mother walking towards them. Ruthie takes off towards Annabeth, jumping into her arms and excitedly turning back to Percy to wave and alert him that they are on their way to the picnic.

As he watches them approach, Percy’s head is again filled with an endless stream of thoughts about the life he has built with Annabeth. One chance meeting in Montauk had changed the trajectory of his entire life, and he will always be in debt to whatever confluence of events allowed it to happen.

Growing up, he loved watching his mom tell stories about his dad and he will never forget the way her eyes always lit up whenever he came up in conversation. While his father’s love was intangible in many ways, it was also the very thing his entire existence was predicated on. It is something he has held close to his heart like a prayer, and as he watches his family walk towards him, he hopes with everything that he is that he is doing his father’s legacy justice.

“You’ve got that starry look in your eyes,” Annabeth says with a suspicious squint as she sets her daughter down. “Are you over here being sappy?”

Percy can’t help his dopey smile. “Always. But with the perfect wife and daughter, how could I not?”

Annabeth rolls her eyes as she sits on the blanket, blessing Percy with a chaste kiss that is over too soon for his liking.

“How was work?” he asks, his eyes still dazed and dreamy.

“Surprisingly good,” she answers as Ruthie climbs into her lap. “Everything is set for our return.”

“Is Nana gonna be there?” Ruthie asks, leaning her head all the way back against her mom’s chest to look up at her awkwardly.

Annabeth places a quick kiss to Ruthie’s forehead. “Of course she will. She’s gotta see her best girl.”

“Uncle Grover is gonna be there too,” Percy adds.

Ruthie wraps her arms around herself, dipping her head in shyness. “Everyone loves me so much.”

Annabeth wraps Ruthie up in a bear hug and places a dozen kisses to her cheek. “So so so SO much, Honeybee.”

For a moment, the family simply sits in bliss, enjoying each other’s company and the perfect island day. But with an active five year old, that can never last long.

“Mommy, it’s time for strawberries and reading,” Ruthie declares as she stands and grabs the berries from the basket. She then walks to the far end of the blanket, lifting the corner to reveal the book she has chosen.

“The book was a secret?” Annabeth whispers to Percy.

He raises his eyebrows and nods, whispering back. “Privileged information. A family tradition.”

Annabeth rolls her eyes but laughs all the same, watching expectantly as Ruthie marches back to her and hands her a copy of Pippi Longstocking.

Annabeth takes the book, carefully running her hand over the cover. “Where did you find this?”

Ruthie shrugs. “My room.”

“Was it yours?” Percy asks.

Annabeth looks up, smiling as her eyes shine with tears. “It was a gift from my mom the first summer we spent here. I thought I lost it.”

Ruthie stands with her hands behind her back, slowly twirling from side to side. “Will you please read it to me please?”

Annabeth swallows and nods twice. “Nothing would make me happier.”

Annabeth leans on her side, opening the book, and Ruthie lays down to curl into her mom’s side. Percy is overwhelmed, and wonders how a man can possibly survive when his heart is living outside of his body, split up between the two most important people in his life. On instinct, he reaches for his camera and quietly stands to be able to get the perfect picture of his loves.

The camera clicks and Percy knows, without a doubt, that the shot is a winner.

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Fake It | Weasley Twins | CH2

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Warnings | Mature themes, fake relationships, secret relationships, love, sex, drama, angst, fluff, other chapters include smut 18+

Summary // Fred Weasley has been set up to publicly date Y/N, London's best Quidditch Seeker in order to drum up some publicity. Y/N however has a different ginger man on her mind; George Weasley.

creds to @vogueweasley​ for the moodboard<3

The warmth on your skin as George's arm lazily draped over your side, truly was a feeling you could get used to. Shamelessly it was your fourth night in a row you'd spent in his bed, a part of you longed for you to wake up in his arms every morning. George was not a heavy sleeper, easily disrupted by anyone and anything, perhaps the only way he'd ever sleep through the night was when he'd passed out drunk. Having seen just how affectionate he gets after a few too many shots, you were glad you hadn't been at the fire whisky fuelled celebrations. 

Sneaking around with George was much easier at Hogwarts, no cameras, no fame, no interruptions; just kisses and evenings together. Part of the reason you and George had such a good time together in Muggle London was that more often than not, you were just a normal couple, free to kiss and hold each other in front of everyone. He pulled you from bed early that morning to take you on a surprise trip before your training that evening. 

He'd gotten you to wrap up warm and comfy in an attempt to block out the freezing British winter winds. The ten minute walk from your home to the Embankment was full of conversations about all of the gorgeous Christmas displays, you even begged him to let you put up the Christmas tree early in the house, giving in when you looked at him with your puppy dog eyes, "I'm so whipped, aren't I?" he laughed, fingers interlocking with yours as you walked. His eyes trailed across the river before an Idea popped into his head, he nodded towards the London Eye, sat proudly across the river in all of its glory. "What do you say, Princess? Fancy heading up there for a bit?" 

Your eyes were beaming the minute the wheel started spinning. You'd managed to get a pod all to yourselves, a rare opportunity, but one you grasped with two hands, laughing as he picked you up and spun you round and around. "We should run." you spoke softly, hand running through his hair gently as you looked into his eyes. "For you, I would." he murmured, catching your lips for a long kiss, it wasn't quick or fiery, just a deep, long passionate kiss. He took his time with you because he had it, there wasn't any rush here, no chance of being caught or stopped. His kiss said a thousand words about the way he loved you.

Looking out over London's bustling city with your head in George's chest made you realise just how perfect a life with him was. When there were no cameras, no press, no fakery and especially no Cherry in sight, It was easy to feel every beat of his heart, as they synced together beating as one. You were tracing circles on the back of his hand taking in every curve of his knuckles and the beauty of every sporadic freckle. Only you could differentiate the touch of your lover so distinctly, you felt him in the way he curled his fingertips up when he cupped your jaw, or how his arm would wrap around your waist with enough strength that made you feel protected. 

"Where would we go if we ran?" You mumbled softly, your small fingers slotting through the gaps between his own. "Remote Indonesia…" he joked, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. "I'd go anywhere with you, My Love, one day we won't have to run, I Just wish eighteen year old me had enough balls to say he loved you and then we wouldn't be in this mess." you shook your head, pulling his arms around you tighter as you snuggled into his hold, "Don't you dare, George, It's you and me forever, no matter what, right?" he hummed contently, pulling your hand up to press a gentle kiss to your knuckles, trailing kisses up your arm to your neck between every word. "Forever, and ever, and ever, and ever…"

 //

You'd just stumbled your way into your dorm, arm still in a sling after a pretty nasty accident, a bludger to the ribcage never did a girl any good. A box of chocolates lay on your bed, as well as a note. 

Words aren't enough to tell you how sorry I am, I'll make it up to you, I promise . Get well soon, Y/N <3

-G

Locking eyes with George from across the great hall as you sat with your friends and he with his, he was looking at you with pleading, guilty glances. It really wasn't George's fault that the bludger hit you, sure he hit it, but you were on rival teams and that was the danger of the game. If the fact that he was the first at your side when you struck the floor should've made it obvious, but the fact that you were struggling to breathe and you couldn't move much really over shone the moment. 

You were sat in the room of requirement, in front of the roaring fire, staring directly at each other. You were only a month into the relationship and It wasn't awkward, just unfamiliar, he wasn't sure if he could touch you or hold you, let alone kiss the pain away. Instead he settled for holding your hand, thumb brushing over the back of it comfortably. 

"You need to stop blaming yourself George," 

"But I hurt you, and I-" 

"Shh, baby, the massive Iron ball hurt me… It’s all part of the game." You had now leant forward to crawl onto your knees, kneeling before him, you pressed your lips to his, making him forget about his bewitching thoughts, now only focused on you. 

"I'm going to protect you." George stated so matter-of-factly, that it made you recoil slightly. It was tough words from a 16 year old. He caught your expression, "I'm serious. It's going to be me and you, Forever." You were blushing, he made you feel like the only girl in the world. 

"No matter what?" You questioned. 

"Forever, no matter what."

//

After your impromptu date, George made his way to the shop and you went back to his to grab your phone, and get ready for practice. You'd left it there, the time away from the pinging and buzzing from Cherry's latest update

 or her next best opportunity. You were unsurprised by the 30 odd messages from your Publicist rambling on, but one stuck out like a sore thumb. Fred. 'shit' you thought, 'I've gone and missed something.' hesitantly opening the message to see just one message. 

>> are you gonna head by the shop today? No worries if not, I know you're busy x

<< I’ll try and pop in before practice, if not… coffee tomorrow? :)

You contemplated how your reply sounded while you stripped from your clothes to pull on your branded activewear, a picture caught your eye, the Gryffindor quidditch team, captained by Oliver Wood in Harry’s first year. They all looked so young and eager to get out onto the field. A devilish idea crept into your mind and you found yourself rooting through George’s drawers, finding exactly what you had set out for. You pulled on the old Gryffindor quidditch sweater, observing yourself in the mirror, It was odd to see yourself in the deep maroon and orange after years of donning the silver and green. You picked up your phone, sending George a quick text. 

<< Meet me down the alley by B&B… I need to show you something. I’ll be 5 x

>> I won’t ask ;) x

You wrapped your coat around your shoulders, slinging your duffel over your arm before grabbing your wand, apperating just up Knockturn Alley. you checked over your shoulder, hoping not to be caught, you passed Bourgin and Burkes, spotting the boy with fiery red hair standing down the secluded alley. 

“What did you need to show me then, trouble?” he joked leaning against the wall, steam billowing from his lips from the bitter cold. You smirked, unzipping your coat to show him the knitted sweater. “Is that-” you cut him off with a nod, fingertips reaching to zip your jacket back up, but his strong hands catch your wrists, pinning you against the wall. “Take it off or I’ll rip it off.” he was half joking, smirking down at you as you rolled your eyes. He caught your lips in a hurried kiss, his hand leaving your wrist to cup the side of your face. 

Even with your eyes closed you noticed the bright flash, a flash you knew all too well. You’d been caught. Thinking quickly on your toes, you put on your signature giggle, pushing George’s chest away while whispering a soft ‘play along’, as your eyes caught his, you bat your eyelashes. “Freddie, stop it will you?” he tried his hardest not to laugh, as he backed up holding his hands up in defeat. “I can’t hold my girl from her practice any longer.” the small group of paparazzi were begging for another kiss, or at least more interaction, you dragged George away from the scene, “show’s over I’m afraid folks!” the cameras continued to rapidly flash as you  quickly apperated him away from the scene to his office. 

“That’s gonna be the front page tomorrow,” you sighed as you slumped into his desk chair, throwing your bag to the floor, “Cheryl is going to murder me in broad daylight,” He was gently rubbing your shoulder, before he leaned down pressing a kiss to your forehead. “We’ll fix it, baby.” he reassured you, tilting your chin up to look at him. “Forever.” the word that quickly became your ‘I love you’. You stood and pulled off the jumper, as well as your jacket, handing him back what was his. “Make sure to take it home will you? We can have some fun later with it,” you smirked, picking up your bag and sending him a wink before apperating to practice. 

Cherry’s deep red car was outside of the stadium, you dreaded the conversation that was about to happen, contemplating just bolting out of there. ‘Better to face her head on than piss her off’ you thought, taking a deep breath to calm yourself down before opening up the door and climbing into the passenger seat with a smile. “You should’ve said you were swinging by and I would’ve showered, I feel bad stinking up your car!” you joked, trying your best to sound surprised by her visit as you pulled your duffel onto your lap. 

“Good news, You’ll be the front cover of the prophet tomorrow.” you gasped, a smile on your lips, “I am?” she laughed, tapping away on her phone, pulling up a picture, “Yeah it’s you and Fred… locking lips. Care to explain what happened to the ‘no kissing’ rule” You took the phone thrust into your face by your publicist, looking at the picture snapped just a few hours prior. You had to admit George did look pretty sexy in the position he was caught in, you looked over at her with pleading eyes. “I’d love to congratulate you, but that’s not Fred you’re kissing, is it?”

You cocked your eyebrow at her, “Who else would it be? Of course it’s Freddi- wait you don’t think that’s George do you?” you laughed, pressing your lips together, to stop the full laugh erupting. “Don’t let Fred hear you say that, he gets funny about people mistaking him for George, you know.” she looked back at you blankly, clearly unappreciative of your laughter. “Come on Cherry, what reason would I have to be kissing George?” you tried to think of a reason around the ‘no kissing rule’ “The only reason I don’t like kissing Fred at events is because I don’t want it to seem fake, I’m obviously not adverse to kissing him, I just like to do it in private, He is an attractive man after all.”  Cheryl was now squinting at you, she sighed however, pulling her phone back out of your hands. 

“You’re right, why would It be George?” she adds, pulling the car out of it’s parking space, “Here, I’ll drop you home, you need a shower desperately.” you laughed pulling out your phone, seeing a text from both of the twins. 

>> Let me know when you’re on your way home, I’ll stick the shower on for us ;) x

>> Coffee tomorrow it is! :) 

When you jump out of the car, Cherry rolls down her window, to speak to you. “I want a nice kiss like that for the product launch.” you go to protest but she cuts you off. “Make it happen.” and with that she was away in the wind.

Today was a close call, almost too close for comfort. You and George needed to be more careful, and harder yet, you had to keep that copy of the Daily Prophet out of Fred’s eyeshot. 

// TO BE CONTINUED // Chapter Three >>>>>

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-he will do anything to pull you away from whatever it is you’re doing whenever he wants attention

“COME TO MY DORM OR I’LL LIGHT A BUNCH OF CANDLES AND FALL ASLEEP!” “no don’t burn down hogwarts sirius, sod off, i need to study.” “don’t you love me??” “yes, now that that’s settled, go away.” “you’re breaking my heart darling.” he’ll pout throwing a hand over his heart while leaning on you “you’re breaking your own heart. just wait a bit longer, you big baby.” “nope, that’s it, i’m doing it! tata now!” “sirius no-!” “bye y/nnnn goodnight, unless you decide to graciously visit me in bed” “you’re really gonna burn down hogwarts because i won’t cuddle you?” “you mean YOU'RE going to burn down hogwarts because you refuse to stop studying and cuddle me.” “it does work like that!! you’re so childish.” “i’d prefer the term determined if you will.” “sirius- wait no don’t go upst- and he’s gone,” *waits a bit* *dashes upstairs and barges into the room* *sees there are no candles lit* “i’m offended, you thought i’d actually do it, but since you’re here let’s cuddle.”

-whenever he’s hanging around the other marauders on the field he’ll see random flowers and start picking them, ignoring their teasing while flipping them off “sirius has gone soft!!!!” “sod off wankers at least i have someone.” “i do have someone!” “lily hates you james.” “for now you twat.”

-he can’t wait to give you the flowers “oh- thank you? for the um..weeds?” “weeds? they’re flowers, look, petals and all.” he’ll dramatically pick a petal of a flower and blow it into the air, sighing as it slowly falls to the ground “nooo don’t make that face, you know i love them, they’re pretty.” you’ll open your arms for him and he’ll gladly reciprocate, burying his face between your shoulder and neck ”yeah like me.” he’d mutter in a childish voice

-“did you just lick my lips?” “your chapstick tastes good”

-whenever he’s drinking something and someone makes him laugh you can expect him to spray everywhere

-if you’re putting on lipstick he’ll ask you to kiss him on the cheek because he wants people to see, then he’ll ask to use the lipstick too because he wants you to have one as well

-every time you come out of the bathroom after getting dressed, without fail he’ll hype you up whether you’re wearing your uniform or a normal outfit or your sleeping clothes. he’ll narrate you as you walk out the room, asking you to do your model walk.

-you’ll dress each other sometimes, he usually picks fishnets and a skirt with one of his shirts and you’ll get him to dress like henry winter from the secret history (sirius in dark academia fashion, i think so)

-you two paint your nails together

-you both impulsively cut your hair, it’s utter chaos. it consists of you two screaming, hiding under a blanket, freaking out at the hair in the sink, then realizing you both look really good

-you have matching silver rings and necklaces

-he’s very devious, he always has something up his sleeve

-he gets jealous really easily, if someone is looking at you he’ll stare them down and whisper in your ear “someone’s checking you out.” “really? are they cute?” he’ll shoot you a warning look before picking you up and running off to do some um activities

-he’s very protective, he trusts you deeply but he knows that there are people who are willing to do anything to upset him and the only way someone could upset him is if they harmed you in any way. he will always stand up for you, even when you’re not around. he despises anyone who even looks at you the wrong way. this has led to many fights and detentions  

-he’s the most supportive and accepting person ever. he knows what it’s like to feel like an alien in your own body, to not be accepted by those you thought would be there no matter what, he understands what it feels like and though he will never understand how you feel completely, he will do everything in his power to help you and to make you feel safe and loved. if you open up about your struggles, your sexuality, your identity or anything at all, there will not be a single part of him that’ll judge you. he’ll just listen and smile, feeling so grateful that you trusted him enough to open up to him

-he’ll randomly break into your room in the middle of the night “get your fine ass out of bed, we’re going to hogsmeade.” “it’s 4 in the morning what could you possibly want at hogsmeade?” “i’m hungry, now hurry up.” “why don’t you sod off and steal some or rem’s chocolate? i’m tired.” “i already finished it c’monnnnn i know you wanna.” “you’re so lucky that i love you sirius.”

-he always keeps you on your feet, there was never a dull moment with him and frankly, it was hard to keep up, no one knows where he gets all this energy from.

-it’s hard to really know what he’s talking about at times, he just says words sometimes and when he’s done he looks at you expectantly

-his energy levels fluctuate a lot though, one minute he’ll be running around the room chasing you like a zombie, the next he’ll be sitting down talking about cultural anthropology  

-he likes trying to see if he can trick you into eating foods you hate. for example, he’ll try and feed you olives by claiming they’re grapes or something, which obviously doesn’t work so he just shoves it in your mouth (olive slander is welcome here)

-when you two kiss it’s so intense, even if it’s supposed to be a short peck before you head off to class he’ll put both his hands in your hair and pull you closer, refusing to have a kiss less than 10 seconds

-when he hugs you he spins you around until you’re both about to fall from dizziness

-he’s so coquettish, even when you’ve been together for so long he’ll stroll up to you and use a horrible pick up line, or he’ll wink at you from across the room or shamelessly flirt with you in front of everyone, which never fails to amuse you

-sirius either sleeps for 17 hours straight or 3 hours, there is no in-between. he’s also a very heavy sleeper, it’s so difficult to get him up in the mornings if you two are late for class. he doesn’t really care that he’s late but for your sake, he drags himself out of bed, under the condition that you have to take a nap with him right after class.

-he hogs the blanket and when you try and pull it back he will just grunt and say “you’re so hot why would you need it?” which you’d just scoff at and throw yourself on him until he acquiesces to share the blanket with you

-the train ride to hogwarts is filled with laughter, the kind where it hurts to breathe and you keep adding things that make you both reel over. the other marauders are slightly confused, but they start to laugh as they see your faces turn red while tears slip from your eyes.

-you are such an energetic couple, you bounce off of each other and anyone who hangs out with you two feels like they’re babysitting

-if his hands are cold he’ll press them on your thighs, neck, or your stomach just to make you jump, which is the catalyst in you chasing him around the room while throwing things at him

-he pokes the side of your face so much you’re convinced you’ll get a dent, he also flicks you so much that by the end of class there's a red mark on your cheek

- “you smell so good love.” “stop sniffing me, creep”

-he likes carrying you bridal style everywhere, it’s so unnecessary and extravagant that it just works because it’s sirius we’re talking about

-you two play fight so often people are genuinely concerned because they’ll just walk into the common room and see you straddling him as you cause havoc on his face with a pillow or he’ll have you pinned under him as he relentlessly tickles you

-calling him fleahead just to rile him up

“why can’t i have a pleasant nickname? like mr. darcy, am i not like your mr. darcy??”

-him calling you cherry or mars because you blush a lot around him (he likes to tell himself it’s because of his undeniable charm)

-sneaking off to the astronomy tower together to listen to music while you’re under a blanket and holding hands, talking quietly about your home lives or anything that’s bothering you, letting the wind run through your clothing, causing the two of you to shuffle closer together

-he’s seldom quiet so when he is you know there’s something wrong. you never push him as he’ll open up on his own terms and when he’s ready, but you always make sure that he knows you’re there

-he’ll usually walk into your dorm shutting the door quietly, taking his jumper off, and curling up in your lap as he grabs your hand, your other one going to his hair immediately. his cries are silent but they don’t last long, only for a couple of minutes before he looks up at you and kisses the side of your mouth before going under your covers and hugging your waist tightly.

-when you walk in upset or crying he’ll immediately be gripping his wand asking who he’ll have to hex, it brings a smile to your face and you just shake your head before trudging towards him, your mood washing over you again. you straddle his lap and bury your face in his chest, trying to calm yourself down. his hands would immediately go to rubbing your back or stroking your hair. when your breathing starts to go back to normal he’ll hold the back of your neck, making you look up at him, he just wanted to see your face because even when you were sobbing he thought you were the most breathtaking person on earth.

-you two always shower together or take baths together and they’d be filled with horrible attempts at flirting and messing around

-drunk sirius is a disaster. he will trail after you like a lost puppy, he will hug your legs if you try to leave which leads to him being dragged on the floor as he grips on your calf for dear life. if you somehow manage to free yourself from his grip he does the most outrageous and embarrassing things to get you to come back. (imagine sirius drunkenly singing common people by pulp or the letter by the boxtops, using his bottle as a mic and prancing around the common room doing an idiotic dance)

-drunk sirius barges into your room screaming “i'm an english man!!” or singing parklike by blur (if blur existed at the time)

-so many polaroids, he has a box filled with them. it gives him comfort when he’s back at home

-he stares at you a lot

-he always greets you with a kiss on the back of your hand

-at first you were apprehensive about being with sirius for several reasons but you gave him a chance because you wanted to formulate your own opinion. he proved everyone around him wrong and it took you by surprise to see just how committed he was. he not once hid the fact he liked you, he made it very known that he wanted you and only you, even if it was embarrassing on your behalf

(can you tell i heavily associate sirius with damon albarn?)

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never fucking change

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Characters: Five & Klaus

Word Count: 1976

Divorcing the idea of a 58-year-old apocalypse-surviving time-traveling assassin from his skinny adolescent brother was something that Klaus was finding… tricky. As much as he respected Five and his efforts to save the world (and, more importantly, his family – and, most importantly, him), it was tough not to find him… well, kind of adorable. The sight of his brother sitting at the kitchen table at 8 a.m. in his schoolboy uniform drinking a whiskey on the rocks was pretty disturbing. In almost a funny way.

Klaus could easily flash back to their Academy days, when Five had been somebody he’d looked up to. When you’re a scrawny, hyperactive medium-in-training who’s afraid of ghosts, a brother who’s smarter, more confident, and more powerful than you are seems like a hero. And in some ways, Klaus could still see that know-it-all, snarky teenager when he looked at Five. In more ways than one, he hadn’t really changed much.

“He hasn’t changed at all.”

Klaus spun to see Ben leaning against the kitchen counter, grinning. More than a decade with no one else to talk to, and Klaus wasn’t that surprised that Ben could practically read his mind on his face.

Ben tilted his head toward where Five was stirring his drink. “Same kid who would cheat at sparring when we were little and then make fun of us for losing.”

Klaus choked back a laugh at the memory, causing Five to glance up from his drink.

“Something funny?” Five asked, clearly more out of politeness than curiosity.

Klaus had to bite his lip to fight his smile. God, same bored tone, too. “Nothing, just… remembering.”

Five took another sip. “Remembering? Really? Bad form, Klaus. I expected better of you.”

Klaus rolled his eyes and grabbed a bagel off the counter, twisting it apart like an Oreo. “You sound like dear old Dad.”

Five smirked. He always smirked, never smiled. “Do I? Sorry, must be the old man in me talking.”

Klaus giggled airily. “Remembering’s not so bad. This old house…” He gestured vaguely around the kitchen. “Well, it’s not what it used to be, but we had some okay times in here.”

Five snorted. “Yeah? Were they all after I left?”

“Oh, come on, you wouldn’t have tried so hard to come back if you hadn’t missed us at least a little bit. Can’t be all apocalypse, all the time, can it?”

Five fixed him with a stare. “When you’re living in the apocalypse? Uh, yeah, it can.”

“Okay, okay, fine. But you never missed the times we used to have? Going on missions? Bedtime stories with Mom? Sparring practices?”

Five rolled his eyes. “I missed winning, yes.”

Klaus crossed his arms, holding the bagel in his teeth. “Onfy becauv you sheeded.”

“Excuse me? And are you just going to eat a plain, untoasted bagel for breakfast?”

The bagel was removed. “Only because you cheated, asshole. And yes, I need my carbs.”

“It’s not cheating if I’m stronger than you,” Five grinned, leaning back in his seat. “Powers were totally legal.”

“Yeah, but it’s not fair if my powers don’t exactly help in hand-to-hand combat, Five and Dime,” Klaus pointed out, ripping his bagel into smaller pieces and putting some in his pocket. He winked at Five. “For later.”

Five wrinkled his nose, half at the bagel and half at the stupid nickname. “I could’ve done it without powers too, you know.”

Klaus raised his eyebrows. “Oh really?”

“Yes, really.”

“Prove it. Spar with me.”

“Jesus, Klaus,” Ben sighed, fixing his brother with his patented Ben look of utter annoyance, the one he’d perfected when they were still kids. Klaus ignored him. This was just getting fun.

“Unless you’re scared.”

He was baiting him. Five knew, and Klaus knew that he knew. But Klaus also knew that brotherly competition – especially in the Hargreeves family – always won out over logic.

Five rolled his eyes. “I’m not scared of you. That’s not the issue here.”

‘Just getting fun’ was Klaus for ‘getting out of hand’, but if there was one thing Klaus was good at, it was digging his own grave. He giggled again.

“You think I’m scared of you? You look like a discount Oliver Twist.”

For a moment, Klaus held his brother’s eyes, watching the cogs in Five’s head move in directions that he didn’t totally understand, but he had a bad feeling about. Then, Five downed the rest of his drink in one gulp and slammed the empty glass down on the table, a sadistic smirk on his face. “Fine. You want to spar, kid? Let’s spar.”

Klaus gulped. You know, when the idea crossed his mind, he’d kind of forgotten the whole assassin… thing. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

But before he could backpedal himself out of this one (another Klaus skill), he was on his back on the kitchen floor, fighting for his life – or, more accurately, his limbs. Seventeen years on, Klaus was much bigger than his brother, so it would be difficult for Five to adequately pin him. Difficult, but not impossible.

Five had been rigorously trained by Hargreeves in hand-to-hand combat, because his powers made it easy for him to get up close and personal with criminals. He had skill, technique, and years and years of experience, way more than Klaus had.

But Klaus? Klaus could fight dirty.

Five had both of his knees firmly around Klaus’ thighs and was fighting for his wrists when Klaus leaned in close and licked his ear. The former assassin let out a disgusted noise and recoiled, not much, but it was enough give for Klaus to roll them both to the side and spin so he was on Five’s back, half pinning him to the ground.

Five growled and rolled back over to face Klaus, taking one of his arms and shoving it behind his back, but Klaus simply grinned and planted a kiss on his adorable brother’s nose. Five spluttered, clearly flustered but not willing to give up. He got his knee around Klaus’ waist, then flipped them so that Klaus was being pressed face first into the kitchen floor, one arm still tucked behind his back.

“Give up, Klaus, you know you can’t win!”

Klaus groaned, a huge smile on his face. “Daddy said I can do whatever I set my mind to!”

He wrenched the elbow that was pinned behind his back, but he didn’t move it forward, like Five was expecting. He moved it back even further, just far enough to grab onto Five’s leg just above the knee and give a firm squeeze. Five yelped, jerking back his leg and toppling off of his brother. In an instant, Klaus was on top of him, pinning his arms to his sides. His devious grin would have been deliciously contagious for anyone but Five.

“You know, you didn’t always win at sparring, Saturday Night Five. Sometimes I’d manage to end up on top.”

“You’d cheat, is what you mean,” Five shot back, struggling against Klaus’ weight. Klaus feigned shock.

“Cheating, dear brother? You dare accuse me of cheating? Why, I don’t think it’s cheating to use my opponent’s weaknesses against them!” He orchestrated his point with a deliberate poke to Five’s lowest rib, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from his brother. Klaus’ smile grew, and Five turned bright red.

“Still ticklish, old man?”

“Cheating,” Five choked out, struggling harder. He couldn’t jump if he couldn’t focus, and he couldn’t focus if Klaus was gonna… He didn’t even want to think about what Klaus was gonna.

Klaus tilted his head. “You know, if I recall correctly—”

“Stop recalling,” Five interrupted, but Klaus soldiered on.

“—then I believe that you were weak here…” He traced his fingers over Five’s lowest rib. Five’s jaw snapped shut, and he closed his eyes and breathed hard through his nose with the effort of trying not to laugh.

“K-Klaus…”

“…but not as weak as here…” He skittered his blunt nails under Five’s chin, who scrunched up his shoulders and let out an uncharacteristic whine through clenched teeth.

“Bastard, I swear I’m gonna – NO!”

Klaus let out a delighted giggle. Using his brother’s distraction, he had snuck his other hand to rest threateningly on Five’s kneecap.

“Using my opponent’s weakness against him wins the day again, huh, Five-Alarm Fire?” He drummed his fingers casually on Five’s knee. Five arched his back and cursed quietly through his gritted teeth. Klaus leaned in, lifting his hand from Five’s leg for a moment. “What was that?”

“I said, I’m gonna slit your throat in your sleep, you deranged—”

Klaus never found out what kind of deranged thing he was, because immediately he was scribbling tickling fingers over Five’s kneecap and Five shrieked, dissolving into embarrassing high-pitched giggles.

Klaus hummed happily, frustratingly casual as Five writhed frantically beneath him. “Whoops, I remembered your weakest spot. Guess you’re right, I really should stop remembering.” He grinned down at his brother, who was currently red-in-the-face and cackling. “But you know what I think, Five-nal Destination? I think I’m the best at sparring! What do you say to that, hm?”

Five tried to say something that was probably going to be cutting and snarky, but he choked on his words as Klaus moved to tickle the back of his knee, making him tip his head back and squeal.

“Tell ya what, Five O’clock Shadow, if you say I’m better than you at sparring, I’ll let you go. Capeesh?” (Klaus was delighted to find that when he shut Five up for a minute, he got to use all the funny nicknames he wanted with none of the rude eye-rolling.)

“F-fihihine!” Five spluttered through his hysterical laughter, sounding a delightful mix of furious and desperate.

Klaus generously eased off his brother to let him speak, limiting himself to the occasional knee squeeze as Five fought to catch his breath. There was a murderous gleam in his eye, but his dimpled smile ruined the effect.

“I – AH!” Squeeze. “Y-you’re better! You’re better at – AIE!” Another squeeze. “At sparring! You’re better at sparring! Now let me go, you motherfucker!”

Klaus grinned. “Hey now, Grace is a lovely woman and I respect her boundaries,” he replied, climbing off his brother. For a moment, Five lay back on the kitchen floor, clutching his knees to his chest and catching his breath. He looked so peaceful that, when he spoke, it took a second for Klaus to hear him properly.

“…gonna get you back so goddamn hard,” he threatened, the ghost of a smile still etched on his face. Klaus gave him a gentle shove.

“Oh, come on, admit it, you had fun.”

Five fixed him with an indecipherable look, and for a second Klaus feared for his life. But then the corners of Five’s mouth tugged upward, just enough to show his dimples, and he was gone in a flash of blue light.

“You’re an asshole.”

Klaus spun to see Ben sitting at the kitchen table, a huge smile on his face despite his mean words.

Klaus pointed threateningly at him. “You’re lucky it wasn’t you. You were always even worse than him, and if anyone could stand to have a little fun, it’s you. Once I get strong enough to manifest you, it’s over—”

Ben held up his hands in defense, fighting back laughter. “Okay, okay! No need, I already know that you’re the best at sparring.”

“Damn straight,” Klaus replied, pulling a squished piece of bagel out of his pocket and taking a bite.

With a flash of blue, Five was behind him, digging his thumbs into Klaus’ waist. Klaus yelped, nearly choking on his bagel as he spun around to catch the culprit, but his brother was already gone. From a few floors above, he heard victorious laughter.

Some things never change.

[svperbats]

Soo I'm sending you a prompt back! SuperBat + Clumsy Barry interrupting a romantic moment

A/N: Okay so I’m gonna write this quickly and will also post it here first cause idk I want to.

For @light-miracles

Superbat + Clumsy Barry interrupting a romantic moment

When it comes to timing, Barry is, well, terrible at it. Everyone knows how clumsy Barry is and well it’s not like Kara isn’t the same, but Barry? Despite being the fastest man alive, he tends to ruin moments, especially between Kate and Kara, again bad timing.

To say it happened once would be a lie and to say Barry Allen can keep a secret (aside from his secret identity) would also be a lie, because he just can’t, he’s not very good at keeping secrets. And finding out secrets? Well, let’s just say he expected one of his best friends to tell him that she had something with a mutual friend, one that Barry also considered a close friend (he and Kate got closer since Crisis, probably because she reminded him so much of Oliver, though Kate hates that).

When it happened he just so happened to speed into Gotham, expecting to see Kate, he went to the tallest building he could (thank you speed) and went to see his friend. What he found was something entirely different. She was with Kara, yes, but they were very close, he could barely hear what they were saying, didn’t even understand what was going on. Why was Kara here? Was she helping Kate? He was confused. He was confused until Kate happened to wrap her waist around Kara and Kara squealed before her hands landed on Kate’s arms. He saw her lips move but couldn’t hear anything. He figured she said something only Kate could hear. He saw Kate smirk, which only caused his eyebrows to raise. They were dressed as Batwoman and Supergirl, anyone who didn’t know them, didn’t know much else, but Barry was oblivious and didn’t know what was going on until they kissed.

This was a shock to Barry, yes they acted like best friends during crisis, hell they acted more like that, Kara even told him — before the earths merged and she helped him when he and Barry swapped — that Kate Kane flirted with her. It didn’t surprise Barry but this? This was different. And Barry being Barry, spoke right at the wrong time. Neither of them noticed him until they heard his voice, not even Kara and her super hearing (she was probably too busy listening to Kate’s heart, something that always calmed her).

“Are you guys together?!” Barry asked, his movements of jumping up and down, reminded Kara of how she reacted when she realised Kate was on the same earth. Kara squeezed his eyes shut, muttered something in Kryptonian to which Kate only laughed.

“How the hell did you get here?” Kara asked crossing her arms over her chest, “actually how long have you been there, because somehow my senses didn’t detect you,” she admitted which caused Kate to snigger and leaned up into her ear and whisper,

“That’s because you were too damn busy admiring my muscles and everything else, babe.” That comment alone caused Kara to groan and not in the frustrated way, well at least not the normally frustrated way.

“Well if you weren’t so damn hot in that suit and we went away earlier like I suggested we wouldn’t be in this situation,” she said simply.

“K, do I have to remind you of what we did earlier?” She asked and Kara’s cheek went bright red. “Barry, just answer our question!” She exclaimed.

Barry blinked for a few moments before he came back to reality, “oh right, well basically I was chasing a guy and it led me to Gotham. I got him, but I figured I’d help Kate if she needs it taking down some bad guys and then I saw you two and I didn’t want to interrupt,” he explained.

“So you just stood there and watched? Bar, next time interrupt,” it was Kate who spoke this time, “to answer your question, yes we’re together as both versions, it’s the only way we can get away with doing anything kind of romantic or otherwise as not Kate and Kara, we just tell the press we’re together,” Kate explained, “and after Kara did the article explaining that I’m a lesbian it caused her to come out and tell the world that she is bi, dating me, she even interviewed Batwoman and Supergirl, since everyone expected we were dating before it happened.”

“That might have been because I was excited to see my best friend that I freaked out,” Kara admitted.

“Well that and I practically drool every time you’re in that suit,” Kate mumbled.

“Ditto,” Kara replied.

Barry chuckled and smiled at both of them. “I’m happy for you guys, seriously, I always figured you’d be a better match for Kara than Lena Luthor,” he explained.

“Don’t mention her name around Kate, she still hates her for tricking me and trapping me in kryptonite,” she explained.

“She did what?” Barry asked.

“That’s exactly what I said. Some best friend she was,” Kate muttered.

“I lied to her Katie,” Kara tried to explain but Kate just scoffed.

“K, that’s not how you treat your best friend, even if they lie to you,” she said. I didn’t tell Mary and she literally confronted me about it when her secret hospital was being blown up, it was why I chose to be batwoman again,” she explained.

“Ah yes when you slept with Pennyworth and then were in your bed for a week because well because you...” she trailed off.

“Killed the man who abused my twin sister and locked her and stole my mother’s head from the damn river, yeah I did that,” Kate sighed. “But K, now is not the time to be jealous of me being with Julia, I don’t like her anymore,” she explained. “I love you,” she said softly.

Kara looked at her, her eyes softening as she made an “aww” sound, “you’re so cute!” She squealed which caused Kate to groan (in frustration this time),

“I am not cute!” She muttered, “at least not around anyone but you; I can’t have my cover blown,” she admitted.

“Secrets safe with me!” Barry grinned to which the two women turned around and burst out laughing.

“Barry I love you, you’re my best frie—“ she cut herself off seeing Kate give her look, causing her to roll her eyes, “you’re my male best super friend,” she said, “but you’re literally like Snow white, you can’t keep a secret,” she admitted, “but seeing as it’s this and everyone knows, we trust you, I’m pretty sure Kate would hate you forever if you ever revealed how much of a softie she is— OW!” She explained only to get nudged in the ribs which didn’t hurt that much; it was more a shock than anything else. “In other words, we trust you, right Katie?” She asked.

“Right,” she agreed.

Barry smiled at the two of them, “I’ll leave you two to go back to whatever you were doing, I’ll see you later,” he said before he sped off.

“Bye,” they said before Kate turned around and said,

“So where were we?” But Kara shook her head,

“Home now, I’m not letting us be interrupted again,” she said, picking her up and flying to Kate’s apartment, only for Kara to quite literally pin Kate to the bed. Kate only laughed as they kissed softly before it got heated.

Despite being interrupted by Barry Allen, neither of them regretted being so public, not when what it led to afterwards was even better...

A/N: this was quickly written, on my phone, on tumblr, I apologise for any mistakes. Don’t hate me cause I wrote about Lena, Kate wouldn’t like Lena, imo, she’d probably be jealous of her and tbh she’d never forgive her for what she did to Kara. I don’t like supercorp so that’s one of the reasons I mentioned that and I know @light-miracles doesn’t either. But anyways I hope you enjoyed, yes it has hints of rated M themes but it’s subtle. Another thing the Katie and K thing is something that I always put in my AUs and also something that I got from Instagram where I rp as Kara there and the person I rp with always uses K in our rps and I always use Katie, because nicknames are great.

[vidimillion]

Jasico in Atlantis/Treasure Planet &/or Pirates AU?? Mostly just thinking about that fantasy treasure huntin' adventure flavor...

it took a while for me to get the time to write this and even longer to get the inspo for it. honestly was a blast to think up tho. thanks for the req!

jason grace is the son of the king, groomed to one day be the one to take the throne. whether he liked it or not.

the young prince was the king's ideal son— handsome, smart, athletic, kind... the picture perfect image of a leader. a young man who liked to read stories about adventure and ride horseback into the kingdom, where he'd look at the other kids his age, playing around.

look. look, and never join.

his older sister thalia, the ex-crown princess, has not been seen since jason was a little kid. at least, not officially, because in reality she had been visiting her baby brother in secret for years. she'd been on the run the whole time, but always found a way to come back to her brother.

jason loves her, he does, but he resents her a little for leaving the pressure of the kingdom (and their father) on him. though every time he asks her, she only smiled at him and whispered, "don't worry about anything. I have a plan."

he never understood what she meant. he wanted to believe her, but as his eighteenth birthday and thus his coronation grows closer, he still doesn't even know what he's supposed to be believing in.

a few weeks shy of his coronation, thalia asks him to meet her at the beach three days before the big day. he never expects her visits, them being few and far between, so her setting a schedule was a surprise to him. he worries about being caught, with their father doubling down on security as the coronation draws closer. she insists though, and jason yields. three days before his coronation, he sneaks out to go to the beach, but she isn't there.

he walks around for a little while, trying to look for her, and for a second he worries that she was caught by someone while she was waiting for him. before he can begin to freak out, he hears a low hum in the distance. he walks around the beach, by the rocks, and decides to try the cliff to find the source of it. by the time the cliff is in view, the humming starts to sound like a baritone song. his mind doesn't think to question it, doesn't recognize anything amiss, and before he realizes it he's running for the cliff's edge and he's staring straight down into the sea.

when he wakes up, it takes his hearing a while to come back, and the first thing he notices is the moon is still high in the sky.

"—lure him into the water, I didn't want you to make him jump off a cliff!"

that voice sounds like thalia, jason thought, the first coherent thing he's conceptualized in a while.

"I can't help where he goes, I just tell him to go!"

that sounds like the voice he heard before he jumped.

"hey, he's awake."

that voice sounds... hot.

jason's eyes open to a black-haired, olive-skinned boy with a jawline that could cut fucking glass. he mumbles groggily, "Did I die?"

Hot Guy smiles like jason told him a half-funny joke, "Why do you think you did?"

jason groaned like he was both in pain and was immensely tired. "You look like an angel."

that was definitely not the answer Hot Guy expected, because he immediately flushes red and sputters. jason's eyes focus behind the Hot Guy and sees thalia wolf whistling at him, and a fucking siren with a long sea-green tail bursting into laughter. "You're not dead Jay," thalia says, "but we're definitely very far from home."

(more under the cut. like a lot more.)

apparently, his beloved sister became a fucking pirate after running away. jumping from ship to ship, she’d been gaining a reputation for herself before pledging her loyalty to one of the most formidable pirate crews on the seven seas (and the only one that's all-female). the 'plan' she'd had, that she'd foreshadowed for almost years, was just to get her half-siren friend percy (who can apparently go from siren to human form at will, which jason thinks is awesome) to lure jason into the sea where they could get him.

jason politely admits that it sounds super stupid. thalia does agree, but enforces the fact that it did work.

the ship jason is currently on is apparently, percy's. he's the captain of a crew of five, six if you include him, named hazel, frank, leo, piper and annabeth. thalia just likes to visit sometimes.

they're tiny, and they're all very young, but jason's doubts about their capabilities vanish once percy tells him that people call them the six. jason's heard of them, obviously— his father has been trying to catch them for months now. his father was already furious knowing he wasn't able to capture a crew so small in size, imagine what would happen if he found out the oldest one of all of them is nineteen.

jason, on his first few days on the ship, feels numb. thalia had percy set him up in the med bay, at the back of the ship where the only thing he can hear is the crash of water. he thinks about his kingdom, his father— what was he going to do without an heir? what was the kingdom going to do without a king? he feels relieved, he feels guilty, he feels like he's failing the one thing he was born to do and feels like he has a chance to pick what he wants to do.

jason closes his eyes, thinking, and doesn't notice someone had come in until a cold hand lays on his forehead. he jolts his eyes open and it's nico, the Hot Guy who was with thalia and percy. nico tells him he was just checking jason's temperature and he turns to leave, but jason stops him and asks him to stay. there was "no" already on the tip of his tongue, but jason didn't stand for it. nico desisted, only to wonder why jason was so adamant about making him stay.

jason asks why percy didn't call him a part of the crew. hesitantly, nico tells him it's because he isn't. he's not an official pirate of any crew, and instead runs around ship to ship and coast to coast, either striking deals with the more reasonable pirates or taking out crews of them all on his own.

jason asks him why he keeps moving around like that. as a short answer, nico tells him it's for his father's work. jason feels like there's more to it than that, but he doesn't push.

the medicine thalia insisted he take was making him a little loopy. he barely recalls what he was saying, but apparently it was stupid enough to make nico laugh and respectful enough to make him stay. the medicine doesn't make him too loopy for very long, just a few hours, but the next night when jason found himself wanting company again, he played stupid so nico would stay with him.

(hazel, nico's half sister and apparently the only reason he sometimes travels with their ship for a few days, was the one in charge of taking care of him while he was forcefully bedridden. he realized she knew what he was doing when all three of them were talking one day and she gave him a thumbs-up behind nico's back.)

nico leaves once jason's off bed rest. he asks hazel whether or not she knows when they're gonna pick him up again, and she tells him the week and a half he was there with them was actually the longest time he's ever stayed.

he keeps asking for a while after nico's left. after four weeks, he stops asking.

six months later, they pick nico up again at a bustling port. it's also the same port where jason decides to leave.

jason spends the first night off the ship in a warm little inn, but he doesn't sleep. he thinks he really should sleep more when he didn't realize a fucking intruder got into his room until he heard the soft thump of their feet on the floor. he gets into a melee battle with the black-hooded figure, still quick on his feet even though he hasn't slept in weeks, but eventually the intruder has him pinned down to the nearest flat surface. jason almost bites them before the figure rips off their mask to reveal— it's just nico.

somehow, they end up sitting on the roof of the inn, sharing a bottle of wine nico denies he stole but jason absolutely knew he did.

nico asks jason why he decided to leave the crew, even after getting so irreversibly close with all of them— which he knows jason did.

jason answers that by telling him about his kingdom, back across at least three seas by now. he tells nico about how the town square shines gold almost all hours of the day and glows even at twilight, but the further you get from the kingdom gates the more you see filthy alleys and dirty children. he tells nico about the times he'd go into town in disguise and see how many horrendous things are happening, then eavesdrop on council meetings and figure out why.

he also tells nico about his father, and he keeps it as brief as he can but nico understands what he means.

he tells nico he has to go back, get his kingdom and his crown no matter what chaos he knows would've erupted. he thinks of the councilmen, of dukes and lords he knows will be doing anything for a chance at the throne, now that the crown prince is missing. he tells nico about them, then he tells nico about his people, and he doesn't need to tell nico the rest to know he gets it.

nico still asks why he has to be the one to go back, when on the sea he has percy, piper, leo, thalia, freedom. in return, jason asks why nico is always running.

because i have to, is the answer to both their questions. maybe i'm wrong, but i think i have to.

three days later, after additional goodbyes and promises to write, they start a journey back to jason's kingdom. jason tells nico he shouldn't come, that it'll be a journey of peril that won't get any easier when they do get to the kingdom— nico just glares at him and continues to pack two horses even more aggressively. jason relents.

so now it's just the two of them, both running back and running away, but at least this time they've got a friend.

[suupernovalight]

Addictive Drug

Ushijima W. x Reader

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13) Crazy Ex Boyfriend

Everything around you felt slow. Your heart rate increased and you felt like you were going to pass out.

“Hello again... y/n” Tadashi smiled. His smile looked psychotic. You could see tiny hearts in them.

“What are you doing here...” you said backing away slowly.

Tadashi titled his head and laughed. “After all those years that’s what you say to me?” He then walked towards your frozen state and wrapped an arm around you. His lips touching your ear. “I should be asking you the same thing”

You couldn’t answer. You couldn’t believe it. You knew he was here but you didn’t think you would see him so soon.

“I...” you stuttered.

Suddenly you heard Ushijima’s voice.

“Get your hands off of her!” He yelled pushing Tadashi off of you and wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Woah there, let’s not get like that...” Tadashi said looking at Ushijima. His smile then faded. “Wait... you’re that guy from a few weeks ago...”

People around you guys started to glance over at what was happening. Tadashi noticed this and covered his mad face with a smile.

“Ah, why be mad, it’s a party after all” he said walking away. His final glance lingered on you.

When he was gone, Ushijima pulled back from you and examined your face.

“Thank god you’re safe” Ushijima sighed. “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you earlier, I knew something was up and I just wish-“

“Ushijima” you cut in.

Ushijima stopped talking then looked at you. “Yes?”

“Thank you” you said hugging him. “I was frozen on the spot”

Ushijima looked at where Tadashi ran off to. “How... how do you guys know each other.”

You sighed and looked away. “Tadashi and I were dating once.”

Ushijima’s eyes grew dark. “I see... anything else?”

“Yes but right now isn’t the time, we have to go catch Tadashi and bring him back to the boss.” You said grabbing Ushijima’s arm and pulling him with you.

“Y/n I would like it if you would tell me now.” Ushijima said jerking his hand away.

You stopped running and looked at Ushijima. He was glaring at you.

“Back at that drug deliver place... where I found that newspaper...” Ushijima started. “Was that you?”

“You know, that my past has many crimes done right?” You asked him. He nodded. “So why is it such a big deal now?”

Ushijima blinked a few times then looked away. “Because I’m worried about you y/n. Who knows who can be out there for you. You are probably on someone’s bounty list” he mumbled.

You stopped breathing then laughed. You put your hand on his cheek and rubbed it. “Ushijima, you know someone like me can’t die so easily right?”

“You’re just saying that” Ushijima said.

“You underestimate what a woman can do” you said taking your hand off of him. “Let’s go catch Tadashi, get Tendo on the way since he came late.”

“Wait y/n. Before we go” Ushijima said. “After all of this is down, will you then tell me your past?”

...

“Yes” you said. “Now let’s go”

As you were on the search for Tadashi, Ushijima went out to go find Tendō since he was nowhere to be seen. While on the search, you thought about how you were gonna tell Ushijima about your past.

Backstory start

You wanted to, you really did. It’s just you don’t want him to get involved with Hayashi and Tadashi more than he already is.

It was years back. You were an elementary school student. You had nice parents who would always be there for you. That was until they were suddenly killed by the man himself, Hayashi. No details said.

Hayashi thought your parents were by themselves but nope. You were right there hiding from him. When he found out, his first reaction was to leave you, but then he saw you as potential. Potential for him.

Therefore, he took you in as his own and taught you the ways of life. During this time, he also recruited a boy named Tadashi when you were about 15 years old.

As time passed, you and Tadashi got really close and soon dated. That was then crushed when he cheated on you but back to the main flashback.

You, Hayashi, and Tadashi were a trio. A trio with bloodlust for crime. During your crime days, you robbed banks and such and soon got rich. It was until one day when everything crashed.

Flashback

You were at the shared mansion with Tadashi and Hayashi. You were deciding if you would stay with them or leave for a better life. You chose to leave for a better life.

As you went to go tell Hayashi and your ex Tadashi, they lashed out on you.

“You’re nothing without us” Hayashi spat.

He wasn’t wrong. Where would you go if you left. You already have a criminal record on you so getting a job won’t be easy.

“Are you actually stupid enough to do that y/n?” Tadashi said walking up to you. He lifted his hand up and slapped you cold.

You fell to the ground feeling the sting on your cheek. You looked up to see Tadashi and Hayashi smiling.

“You motherfuckers...” you mumbled. “I’m leaving and there’s nothing you can do about it.” You said getting up and walking to your room.

“Y/n. Without us, you will die. You need us.” Hayashi said stopping you.

You looked back at Hayashi, your eyes filling with tears. You didn’t want this life anymore. You just can’t see yourself with them. You’re trapped.

“Id rather die than be here with you” you said as you continued to walk.

The glare in Hayashi’s eyes grew. He watched as you disappeared into your room without another word. As you left, Hayashi decided to come up with a plan along with Tadashi to get you to learn your lesson.

~~~

As you got your stuff packed up. You didn’t notice that the door of your room opened. You were to mad and busy to notice.

When you do however, it was a split second. You turned your head to see Hayashi with a bat. Then you passed out. The last thing you heard was

“I’m sorry but this is the only way”

When you woke up, you found yourself surrounded by men in black. On their black suits it said “police”. Your eyes widened when they were examining you.

“Ma’am, you are being arrested for the murder of **** *****” One of the police men said grabbing your wrist and cuffing them.

“Wait... I never, I never killed anyone...” you said trying to get out of the cuffs.

The men scoffed. “The blood on your outfit says otherwise”

You looked down to see a bunch of blood on you. You also saw a knife right where you were laying down. You’ve been framed but they don’t know. After being cuffed, you were taken to jail.

During your time in jail, many detectives have been finding out about the case of **** *****. During your testimony, there’s been some evidence that you are not the killer. Evidence like her phone being at another place, so as her keys and purse. When checking the handprints on them, they weren’t yours but Hayashi.

After about 2 months of searching for evidence. You were labeled as innocent and was free to be released from jail. When you got released, you had no where to go. That is when you picked up the job of being an assassin for you ultamate boss.

Flashback End (end of backstory)

You were now on the elevator, desperately trying to find where Tadashi went. When going to the third floor, you came across many men in your way. They all held guns right at you.

“Where is he?” You asked slowly putting your hands up.

“Nowhere that you need to know” one of the men said loading their gun.

You sneered. “You men think you’re so tough eh?”

“Do you know who your fucking talking to?” The same man from before said walking up to you and grabbing your neck. “You’re talking to one of the top mafia mob bosses here” his grip went tighter. “Know your place.”

After a second of controlling your breathing, you let out a breathy laugh. “How bout you know yours.” You then kicked him in the balls with the strength you had.

When the mafia boss fell down in pain, you grabbed his neck and head locked him. You also put his gun against his head.

“Back off boys... or else this buster is dead.” You said lingering your finger on the trigger.

All the men backed up, slightly lowering their guns. You thought you had them when the guy who got his nuts kicked just now grabbing his gun and pinned you on the ground.

“You the buster... L/n F/n.” The Mafia Boss said slamming you on the ground again.

You groaned in pain as you saw the guns being ready to shoot. Even if you were gonna die, might as well make your last moments worth it.

“Yeah... maybe I am a buster” you then headbutt the guy and started shooting your gun. Many of the shots came back at you like your past mistakes.

“Damn ittt” you cursed under your breath as you used the dead bodies as your shield from the bullets being shot.

“Give it up! Where is he!” You yelled as you continued to shoot.

“Never!” One of the mafia bosses yelled back.

As you were in battle, Ushijima was on the 1st floor looking for his red haired friend. Many of the people at the Casino were to drunk and horny to understand what was happening.

“Satori? Where are you?” Ushijima said over his ear piece. “Pick up.”

There was no answer. That all changed when Ushijima heard breathes over his ear piece. The breaths were broken up and sounded desperate.

“Tendō?!” Ushijima yelled over the ear piece. “What’s wrong!”

Still more desperate breathes over the radio. Ushijima was getting more worried by the second.

“Roof...” Tendō whispered. “Hanging... being aimed at.”

“Don’t worry! I’ll be there with Y/n!” Ushijima yelled running towards the elevator. Just as when he was about to get in, someone jumped in front of him.

“Don’t think about it Ushijima.” Tadashi said pointing a gun at his head. “You got MY girl in your hands...”

Ushijima glared at Tadashi with his piercing olive eyes. “What.”

Tadashi sighed. “She’s mine... only mine...I don’t share.” He said trying to shoot Ushijima but he dodged it just in time.

Ushijima then got out his own gun and started shooting. As the shoot out was happening, many people starting to flee, trying to save their lives.

“Where is y/n?” Ushijima asked trying to shoot Tadashi.

Tadashi laughed. “She’s in great hands! She may die, her mistake”

“You bitch!” Ushijima yelled shooting his gun faster than before. “How about Tendō. What did you do?”

“I only did what’s right. What’s right for me and Hayashi.” Tadashi said running towards the elevator and pressing the button.

As the doors closed and Ushijima running towards it, Tadashi smiled, an eerie smile.

“Say goodbye.”

The doors then closed. Ushijima was left with his worries and himself. Out of anger he punched the elevator door and prepared for it the open again.

“Y/n... Satori... don’t die on me.” Ushijima prayed.

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Front Row Seat (Tommy Oliver x  Sister!reader)

TITLE:  Front Row Seat (Tommy Oliver x  Sister!reader)

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Prompt/summary: (Takes place in MMPR season 3, no specific episode) Tommy misses opening night that the reader thought he’d be there for. 

Word Count: 1,865

Warnings:  none

Tommy Oliver is the most forgetful person on the planet.

Well, to his sister at least. From dance recitals to school plays Tommy had forgotten every one of them until last minute. He’d always tried to make it up to her, rather it be getting her flowers or fixing the piano in the house so she could finish her vocal lessons. He hated his sister being mad at him. It’s not his fault after all being a power ranger and all. He tried his best to make every performance and event his sister participated in but Lord Zedd never seems to rest. 

He was late. Again.

He told me he was going to pick me up from my rehearsal for the spring musical but here I am, still sitting after over an hour of waiting on him. I really shouldn’t have expected anything else. Even my stage manager was skeptical about leaving me alone this late but I assured her that I would be fine and my brother was on his way.

Eventually anyways.

I gave up and pulled out my AP US History book. What kind of teacher assigns a three page homework assignment with essay questions? Eventually a two-door white mustang pulls up to the curb in front of me. I checked my watch, and he made it right at two hours. 

Adam got out, flashing me a sad smile before pulling back the seat so I could get in the back.

“Hey (y/n),” Tommy said quietly as I got in the car.

I didn’t say anything as I buckled up my seatbelt. Adam got back in the car and Tommy pulled out of the school’s parking lot. 

“How was practice?” Adam said, trying to make the silence less awkward. 

“Good.”

Adam frowned at Tommy for my short response. 

“Look (y/n), I’m sorry I was late I was-” Tommy started.

“Practicing? Lost time while you were with your friends? Doesn’t really matter. I should've just walked home,” I cut him off.

Tommy went silent and kept driving. Adam’s house slowly came into view and he flashed me a small smile as he stepped out of the car. Eventually Tommy popped a CD into the player, as he pressed play the sounds of my favorite Broadway musicals flowed through the speakers. I knew what he was trying to do but I really wasn’t having it. He knew that the music would get me to let my guard down so he’d be able to apologize.

“Listen I’m sorry I was late. I promise I will be there tomorrow.”

“It’s whatever. And I won’t need picked up till after the show tomorrow. You are coming right?”

“Would I really miss my little sister’s opening night? You’re gonna be the star of the show!” Tommy smiled.

I smiled slightly at his compliment. The streetlights went by slowly and before I knew it we were pulling up our driveway to our house. Our parents car was parked out front but their bedroom light was off.

I hopped out of the car and ran to the front door, my backpack swinging behind me. I kept my script tucked under my arm as I went upstairs to my room.

“Hey,” Tommy said from the bottom of the stairs, “you know we’re proud of you right?”

“Right,” I said quickly before turning around and rushing into my room.

_______________

I sat in my dressing room feeling exhausted as I applied the bright green paint on my body. Beverly, my co-star playing Galinda, was next to me removing her pin curls to the blonde wig. 

“Is Tommy coming in tonight?”

“I don’t really know, knowing him he’s probably still at the gym practicing with Rocky.”

“Don’t be bummed, (Y/n). I’m sure he’ll turn up. You’ll do amazing regardless. He’s always talking in History class about how excited he is about your acting gigs,” she smiled as she applied the bright pink blush to her cheeks.

“Does he really?” I said. I was shocked. For all I knew he never talked about me. I wouldn’t think he would be that proud of me, especially with all his accomplishments he could talk about instead.

“Yes! He even handed out flyers for the show with the seniors yesterday.”

Before we could finish the stage manager called five minutes to places and we hurried to finish getting ready.

_______________

The music slowed as I finished belting out the last bars of the finale. I panted as the lights went down. FInally glad the show was over but I loved every second of it.

At curtain call I looked out at the audience. Nope. No sign of my brother anywhere. I sighed but wasn’t that surprised. 

I made my way back to the dressing room to take a break and get ready to go home. Sliding into my comfy clothes to wear home and wiping all the makeup off.

“Hey! Why aren’t you out there with Tommy?” Beverly asked as she walked into the dressing room.

“He wasn’t here.”

“What? But he kept telling everyone he was gonna be here?” she said confused.

“Well he says a lot of things,” I said as I grabbed my bag and rushed out the door.

_______________

Tommy rushed into the theater right as curtain call ended, a bouquet of flowers in hand in (Y/n)’s favorite color. He looked around for his sister in the clumps of families taking pictures with the actors but didn’t see her anywhere. He knew he messed up.

Kimberly and the rest of the rangers came up behind him, “It’s okay Tommy we’ll find her, maybe she didn’t notice you weren’t here.”

“She always looks for me, I always promise her I’ll be there,”Tommy said. His head hung and his eyes started to tear up. 

“Hey man let's go see if we can find her backstage, maybe she’s just getting ready?” Adam said. 

Kim grabbed his hand and the group headed to the dressing rooms.

“Tommy!” Beverly yelled running up to them.

“Hey Beverly,” Kim said, “Where did (Y/n) go?”

“She headed out the back to walk home. Tommy, she was so excited before the show, I told her about the flyers you handed out and everything. Where were you?” Beverly said, placing her hands on her hips.

Tommy sighed, “I got tied up.”

“Uh-huh. Just like you were in the fall too when you didn’t even get to see her solo at the chorus recital. Maybe if you get in the car now you can grab her before she gets home.”

Tommy hid his face in his hands as the girl walked back into the dressing rooms to finish changing. 

_______________

Tears blurred my vision as I tried to focus on the sidewalk. My bag was heavy against my hip and the street lights flickered in front on the ground. Why did I think anything would be different this time? 

I saw headlights from a car pull up beside me. Rocky’s red jeep came into view and I kept walking. 

“(Y/n)?” Tommy yelled.

I pulled my hair down over my face.

“(Y/n) please listen!” 

“Why?” I snapped back.

“(Y/n) please get in the car so we can go home,” Tommy said.

I still kept walking. The car pulled ahead quickly before Tommy hopped out and stood in my path.

“(Y/n) please,” he said. I could tell he’d been crying because of the lift in his voice.

I looked up with puffy eyes only to be met with his own.

“You promised Tommy,” I sobbed.

“I know, I know,” he said as he pulled me into his arms, “I’m a terrible brother I know. Please get in the car and I’ll explain when we get home. It’s getting dark.”

I nodded and Kim opened the door for me to slide in between her and Adam. Kim grabbed my hand and rubbed circles on to the back of it to try and calm me down. I ended up falling asleep on Adam’s shoulder.

I felt Tommy pick me up and carry me into my room. He kissed my forehead and I fell asleep with my comfy clothes still on.

_______________

The next morning Tommy was gone before I could corner him and question him about last night. I dressed in my casual outfit before trying to call Kimberly to see if maybe he was with her.

I decided to go to the juice bar to track him down. I took a shortcut through the park and put earbuds in and my walkman in my back pocket. I felt the air suddenly go cold and I whipped around to strange creatures popping up out of the ground.

I’d heard about the Puddies that will randomly attack but I had never seen them yet. Luckily Tommy made me learn a few moves from him just in case. I quickly began to try and fight them off but there seemed to be too many.

“(Y/n)!” I heard someone yell. I turned to see Tommy and his friends running towards me.

“Tommy! Help!”

They quickly made work of the puddies, me helping out when I could but leaving most of the work to them. Soon enough the puddies were gone but a monster appeared in front of us. What is it today?

“(Y/n) get behind us!” Tommy yelled.

“Do we really wanna do this in front of her?” Rocky said.

“Got no choice Rock, it’s morphin time!”

I stood in shock as I watched my brother and his friends morph into the power rangers.

“What!’ I yelled. 

“(Y/n) get to safety!” Kimberly yelled. 

I didn't wait around to see what happened next.

_______________

I waited nervously at the juice bar for the rest of the afternoon. As soon as I saw Tommy walking in the door I tackled him in a hug.

“Omg what happened? I was so worried I didn’t know what was gonna happen to you guys please tell me you’re not hurt-” 

Tommy cut off my ramble, “(Y/n), we’re fine. Let’s go somewhere quiet where we can talk about this.”

He led us out to his car. As the door closed behind me my mind started racing.

“So,” I started, “The reason why you’re always late is because you’re a power ranger?”

Tommy sighed, “Yes, for the majority of times at least.”

I nodded, still trying to process everything that just happened today.

“Are you mad?” Tommy asked nervously.

“Of course I’m a bit mad! You could get hurt!” I said. 

Tommy nodded and laughed slightly, “Yeah yeah I know. I promise we stay as safe as possible and Zordon can heal us if we do get hurt.” 

“Zordon?” 

“It’s a long story. Wanna get ice cream?”

I scoffed but smiled at my brother, ���Bribing me with ice cream now?”

“To make up for keeping that secret.”

“Hmmm… alright,” I smiled.

“Let’s go!” he said.

The rest of the afternoon was spent with ice cream and some well deserved quality time with my brother. I’d missed these days. And come the next show on Thursday, all the rangers gave me a giant bouquet of my favorite flowers. Tommy made sure he was in the front row seat. 

[blake-belladonna-defence-force]

"Look at you, so helpless" with whatever you have in mind, or maybe the vampire/werewolf au

I know very little about vampires and werewolves so I took a little bit of creative licence, I think?

Anyway, summary. Raven’s a vampire coven leader who for some stupid reason chose Vernal over Yang to be her heir. Mostly because has a wee bit of a tendency to show more compassion than Raven would like. Vernal and Yang this have bad blood between them.

Adam is the leader of a well known pack of werewolves. Blake escaped once she saw them hunting down humans for sport, adding to all previous signs that the boy she once knew had turned into the monster that humanity knew them as.

Ugh... I don’t know how I feel about this one. I don’t think that I’ll add to this one. Feel free to send other prompts for other werewolf/vampire oneshots, though.

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“Look at you… so helpless.”

Yang shoved her way through the coven, baring her fangs and letting her eyes flash red whenever a particularly bold (or stupid) vampire tried to challenge her. When she made her way to the front, she saw Vernal standing with a long, pure silver chain that was attached to a young woman with long black hair, wildly curly. Two feline ears poked up though her hair, pinning to the sides challengingly. She was a faunus, Yang realised.

She had been stripped of her leather jacket, left in her ripped, white tank top and frayed jeans. She had been forced down onto her knees as the silver burned into her skin, a silent snarl on her face as she pushed through the pain.

“You’re going to tell me where your pack is, Fido. And you’re going to tell me now.”

“I already told you; I left them!” The faunus girl snarled, her amber eyes shifting to molten gold, her pupils becoming more animalistic in shape as her canines grew. “I. Know. Nothing!”

“Oh.” Vernal sighed, jutting out her bottom lip mockingly. “Poor little bitch. That was the wrong answer.”

Vernal made a move to strike the girl with the end of the chain but Yang was faster, she ran and stood between the girl and Vernal, the chain wrapping around her bomber jacket clad arm. She heard a gasp from the crowd and felt her eyes shift to red as she met Vernal’s gaze.

“She says she doesn’t know, Vernal. Hand her over to somebody else and go fetch your master, pet.” Yang hissed, venom coating her words. She and Vernal had a… hate/hate sort of relationship. But that tends to happen when your mother chooses someone else as her heir. Somebody who doesn’t even share Branwen blood.

“Fine. You handle it, then. Maybe your mother will let you keep this mutt as your personal blood bank.”

Yang glared unblinkingly at her, taking the chains and flowering at the crowd until they dispersed. Once there were minimal people around, she tugged at the chains and led the protesting were to her small house. It was a granny flat, really. A small place for each solo vampire to call their own. Once inside, Yang carefully guided her charge to the centre of the room and dropped the chains. She slowly approached her and stepped back as the were pulled back her lips in a snarl, her eyes glowing with a primal fear. Yang couldn’t blame her (Yang refused to call weres “its.” Hell, they probably had more of their humanity left than vampires. At least they still had a heartbeat).

“Easy, now. I’m not going to hurt y-“

“Bullshit.” The girl spat, her voice thick with pain. Now that Yang could see her more clearly, her skin was covered in cuts and bruises. The chains around her arms and wrists bit into her skin, the silver most likely leaving burns behind. The fact that the girl remained standing, even on shaky legs and still glaring Yang down, was impressive. “Listen, Bat-brain… I don’t care what you do to me. I’m not going to be your overgrown blood bag!”

“I don’t want you to. Were-blood has an awful garlicky after taste. You can imagine why I wouldn’t like it that much.” Yang quirked an eyebrow and tucked her hands into her jean pockets and lean forward to meet her eyes. “Now… are you gonna let me take those chains off or should I let Raven deal with you herself?”

“I- wait. What?” The girl stared at her blankly, her ears twitching nervously. “Why- why would-“

“You said you’ve left them. That you know nothing. I believe in giving people chances to prove themselves.”

“You must get disappointed a lot.”

“Maybe. But the chance is worth taking, Ma’am.” Yang sighed softly. “I can’t let you go. And we both know that you’re in no position to run. If you do, Raven’s best will hunt you down and bring her your head. But I also hate the idea of leaving you in those things so… think of this as an olive branch. I’m trust you not to bite me in the ass, you trust me to keep you safe from the others.

Yang watched as the girl examined her carefully, her gaze sternly searching for any sign of deceit. When she didn’t find it, the girl sighed heavily.

“Not much choice.” She muttered. “Sure, I’ll take your stupid olive branch. Don’t make me regret it, Bats.”

“Yeah, yeah, Wolf. Right back at’cha.” Yang said as she slowly removed the chains and carefully stepped back. The girl’s arms and wrist looked comparable a horrific sunburn. She was lucky that weres were fast healers. Maybe Yang could convince Raven to let her go free… somehow.

“Thanks, I guess.”

“You’re welcome, I guess.” Yang replied before tilting her head. “My name’s Yang. And you are?”

“Blake.”

“Blake? As in the Blake that Adam fucking Taurus is looking for?” Yang asked weakly, already not liking where this was going.

“That would be me, yes.”

Well, fuck. A target and a bargaining chip. What could go wrong?

[zayray030]

Who's the favourite?

Summary: Oliver and Kate argue on who's Iris's favourite billianire. She ends up getting hurt during a meta attack. Suffice to say Barry isn't so happy about it. Iris still wants to watch a movie with them.

A/N: Sorry if this is crappy. I've legit had no muse lately and this just came to me so I thought I might as well take advantage of it.

At first Iris loved it. I mean who wouldn't. Two billionaires buying you whatever you want and being allowed to basically buy anything you want. Every person's dream. Except now? Now she was considering breaking team Flash’s silent rule about not killing people because if either Oliver or Kate tried to buy her something again she was going to kill someone.

She had been raised to be independent most of her life and to fight for what she wanted, growing up with a partially sexist father did that. Especially if that father was ridiculously overbearing and protective. She had learned to earn her own money so she could go wherever she wanted and buy the essential womenly items. Once again, growing up with your father was not very ideal and not having your mother there was not any better.

Anyways, the point is Iris was raised in Central City, she was a black woman and she had a sexist father growing up. She was known for her independence and currently having two ridiculously rich people bickering on either side of you on who was going to buy her the candle was not something she was used to and it definitely not something she wanted to continue to let happen.

“Guys, people are staring.” Iris said, trying to get them to shut up for more than two seconds before she attacked one of them. And she wasn't wrong, at this point a mini crown had gathered to one side and was pointing and filming everything that was happening. After all, two renown, famous people in Central City mall was not normal and it was going to stir attention. And definitely not good attention considering the looks Iris noticed were being sent her way.

“Well if Queen would quit being a sexist dick then maybe he would let me buy it for you and this would be over and done with.” snapped Kate , a fierce glare on her face as she glared at Oliver. The blond to his credit didn't look entirely offended by the comment but he still looked relatively pissed.

“Don't even try to pin this on me, Kane. Just let me but the damn thing and then Iris can relax. She's clearly getting tired of you.” he snapped, using a glare that would terrify even the most fierce mobsters. However, Kate stood her ground. She was not getting told what to do by a man.

“Actually you're both annoying me.” she muttered and thankfully neither of the vigilantes had heard. Iris was about to suggest that they just leave now and ignore the damn candle that had started this entire mess to begin with but she didn't have the time to before she heard a scream and she blacked out. The last thing she could remember seeing was a zip of red and two looks of pure guilt.

~At STARlabs~

“-AND THAT WAS BY FAR THE DUMBEST THING EITHER OF YOU HAVE EVER DONE! WHAT WERE YOU EVEN THINKING!?” screamed Barry, pure hate on his face as he started at Kate and Oliver angrily.

The two billionaires had the sense to look ashamed of themselves as Barry continued to scream himself hoarse as his wife lated down on the medical beds, unconscious with a bruise on her forehead, a bandaged arm and a broken rib.

Caitlin hovered over Iris worriedly and occasionally Killer Frost would try and get out, the clear fear on the woman's face obvious. Killer Frost might not like to admit it but she'd grown attached to her and it was only to Caitlin growing mentally stronger and her and Frost's agreement that she hadn't iced the two billionaires.

Joe sat on a chair next to Iris's bed, a look of anger and worry stretched on his face as he held Iris's uninjured hand. He had wanted to scream at Oliver and Kate first but Barry had beaten him to it.

Wally stood worriedly, resisting the very strong temptation to speed around and or scream at the two himself.

Cisco and Ralph stood on Iris's other side of the bed, looking down worriedly at their best friend. Nash stood next to Barry, making sure that the speedster wouldn't get out of control. Allegra stood next to him, biting her lips worriedly as it was clear Barry was not planning on stopping any time soon.

Linda sat on the chair next to Iris's head, tear stains on her cheeks. Seeing her best friend so… vulnerable didn't feel good.

“-SHE COULD HAVE DIED!!” Barry stressed, not that he had to. Oliver and Kate already looked mighty guilty of themselves. Just when it looked like Barry would start shouting a nearly inaudible sound came from where Iris was laying and everyone turned to face the, now conscious, woman.

“Barry?” she asked, her eyes squinting slightly. She tried to rub her eyes but she couldn't feel her hand as she felt her hand being trapped and she couldn't help but panic slightly, remembering some of the things that had happened. “What happened? ! Are Oliver and Kate okay? Are the rest of the civilians okay? What-” she was cut off when her husband ran over to her and cupped her face in her hands and connected their foreheads together.

“I'm so glad you're okay.” he whispered, voice shaking slightly. Iris desperately wanted to return the embrace but she felt her hands being squeezed and her other hand still felt numb.

“Well Iris, I can only say you're lucky. There's no permanent damage and as long as you don't put weight on any of the parts that hurt you should be fine. I'm going to prescribe you some pills to help with the pain though. Just to be safe.” Caitlin said, professional but always with her warm tone. Iris smiled, well she tried to, at the doctor.

“Thanks Caity.” she said gratefully.

“No problem.” the doctor stilled for a bit before she spoke again and there was slight amusement in her voice. “Also Frost says she's glad that you're not dead.”

Iris smiled at the doctor and turned her eyes up and saw Kamilla who looked like she was over the moon.

“Oh you're okay!” she gasped softly.

“Yup!” Iris said cheerfully.

“Any reason why she's so happy?” asked Wally, turning over to Caitlin, eyebrow raised in slight worry.

“I had to drug her body to help her relax more because she was still too stiff. It should disappear after a few hours but for now, she's going to be a happy Ray of sunshine.” answered Caitlin sheepishly.

“Hey! Where are Oliver and Kate!?” asked Iris, sounding mildly offended. Joe had lifted her up gently and had placed her against a few pillows and Barry was behind her, holding her gently.

“Here.” said the billionaires simultaneously. They looked down when Iris looked up at them, guilt still heavy.

“Can we watch a movie?” Iris's request took everyone by surprise. Even Oliver had to blink twice to make sure he hadn't heard twice.

“Sure! Why not?” he asked, nudging Kate next to him.

“Sure. What are we gonna watch?” asked Kate, desperately trying to go for cool and collected and not extremely happy that Iris didn't hate her. Some part of her told her that it was because Iris was topped up on drugs but she could care less.

“I wanna watch Iron Man! It's about a billionaire who was a dick and slowly started to learn how to be nice!”

Everyone was glad that they had the brain cells not to tell Iris that they already knew what the movie was only because the look Barry was giving them was terrifying.

“Sure! Once you get all better we catch watch it at the loft.” said Kate, a small smile on her face.

“Great! You two fighting was really starting to get on my nerves!”

“Hey!” they protested and laughter broke out from team Flash. There was no real heat to it and they started laughing as well.

But the moment Iris was off the drugs they got down on their knees and begged for forgiveness and Barry glared at them from a corner. After all, you don't stress, upset or hurt his wife and not expect him not to be a tab but protective.

[alchemicalterror]

Self-implemented Parole

[ Below is a transcript of an RP between @askanarky​ and ol’ Jonny boy, involving Anarky’s breakout and aftermath. WIth special guest @riddlesandqueries​ and @echoandquery​

Trigger warnings: Adolescent Homelessness, swearing. ]

Fuck. Shit. God dammit. Fuck, Lonnie swears to himself, couldn’t stay hidden for two days, could he?

Here he is, leaning against the wall of the dentist’s-office-turned-failed-comedy-club-turned-pirate-radio-station-slash-hideout he’d been spending the day at. Beside him’s a wooden baseball bat, blood-red paint dripping down the business end, three posters, and an overfilled olive drab backpack absolutely covered in patches and safety pins. In his hands, a box of old clothes and records.

Bitterly, Lonnie wonders how much weight he’d lost. Six and a half months was a lot longer- or maybe shorter?- than he’d fully realized.

God, why’s he even humoring the old man? Ten bucks and he could already be gone. He’d find another shitty landlord to blackmail for an equally shitty studio apartment, and life’d go on like he never left.

...But then again, that wasn’t him. And plus, he owes Jon a lot and did kinda call him ‘dad,' and plus, he couldn’t feasibly cut him out entirely unless he left Gotham for good, and why would he do that, he’s got work to continue-

”Fuck.” Lonnie mutters under his breath, shifting his weight to his other leg.

"Fuck." Jon mutters, pulling his coat in tighter. He doesn't know jack shit about hijacked radio towers, and while his car is an unremarkable, beat-up old junker that he's had for years - it runs fine, there's no noises or weird smells, but the body has seen better days - why run into a headache with traffic, gas mileage, potentially being seen at an intersection with a recently escaped convict...?

'Course, nothing could hide how tall he is. And god damn it, it's April, it's supposed to be warm....

Jonathan mutters against the cold in vague irritation, gravitating towards the next set of charity drop-off boxes in vain hopes of actually tracking down the runt. Jesus, he should've asked for directions. At least he's in good shape.

"Me an' my motherfuckin' ide--" Pause. Squint, at someone who fits the stature in a beat up black hoodie, with a box.

"....Kid?"

The good thing about oversized hoodies is that, if you’re drowning in them enough, it can almost conceal how high you jump when something calls an epithet that can apply to you. Immediately, Lonnie crouches to quickly, but gently place his box down and grab his baseball bat in his place, then raises himself up into half of a batter’s stance at the source of the-

Wait. Tall man, absolutely orange hair, in a thrift-store jacket and blue jeans. Of fucking course.

”Jesus Christ,” he half-mouths. He lets his stance relax and his arms hang limply down in an exaggerated 'I-don’t-wanna-be-here' stance. “‘Ay.” Lonnie’s stage voice is remarkable, if a bit higher than his normal growl.

Jonathan grins, a bit, despite himself. Baseball bat? Good lad.

He lifts a hand in a wave, chuckling. "Nice to see you ain't without means, boy." Jon murmurs, nodding at the weapon. "Half kickin' myself I didn't get directions when abouts I could, I been walking around back alleys all afternoon."

"Legs could use a break, and I saw a beaten-down dive up the block some, folks don't glance at your face even when you're ordering in places like that. You wanna coffee or somethin' before we ship out?"

“....” Lonnie turns away for half a second, letting a puff of air escape his clenched teeth. “Hey, you said you didn’t need them.”

Hypocritical, coming from him. He’s at least trying to be a little friendly, through the obvious voice crack and the constantly-correcting tone. “...Fine, I guess? I mean, I’ve got what...” He backs away and unzips the front pocket of the backpack on the ground. A cheap leather wallet spills out (along with six separate embroidered circle-As in various shades of crimson.) He unfolds it and squints between the pockets, “....twelve...? Dollars on me? That’s enough for, like, a sandwich.”

"Come off it kid, I got paid yesterday, you ain't gotta spend what little you got on a sandwich. Save it, s'good to have bus money." And with that Jon turns, and waves Lonnie follow him. Tall as he is, he's long ago adopted a sort of ambling gait to make it easier for other people to keep up with his long stride.

The diner is, as estimated, utterly apathetic to the arrival of both Jonathan and Lonnie, save for the motions of seating them both. No odd looks are given to Lonnie's box of things, nor -- if he brought it along -- his bat. He was half-heartedly offered the opportunity to drop it in the umbrella rack, if he wanted to.

Jon takes a booth with a high back, and turns his attention toward the menu.

Lonnie, in fact, does put his baseball bat in the umbrella rack (only in Gotham,) and swings himself up onto the booth, squishing himself into the corner and placing his box under the table. His backpack’s placed right beside him.

He’s already small- especially compared to Jonathan- but he seems determined to make himself even smaller. Lonnie hunches over the table and scrutinizes the menu with one exposed eye, rapping his free hand on the table. Jonathan receives the occasional upwards glance from him.

Coffee. And a sandwich. Jon picks both, mentally placing his order, and sets the menu down.

"...After we order, I got some things to ask, arright?" He murmurs, keeping his voice low; the staff might not care, but patrons could. Best keep mumbly.

"Dinner's on me whatever you got to say, upfront. Ain't contingent on you givin' me answers you think I'm gonna wanna hear."

(The waitress does drift by, uninterested and unimpressed, to take their orders.)

Watching the waitress approach means Lonnie didn’t have the space to answer Jon in full; Instead, he flashes a thumbs up his way.

BLT, cherry Coke. Lonnie deserved something sweet, he thought. His menu comes down after Jon’s, and he doesn’t fully turn to place his order. He does, however, have the common sense for manners; “I’d like an egg BLT and a cherry Coke, please.”

"And I'd like a tuna sub and a black coffee, please, miss. Thank you kindly."

Their orders are noted down, and she drifts on to her next engagement - and Jon leans on the table, looking Lonnie over. Where to start. "....You got a place to stay?"

“I’ll get one.” Lonnie murmurs, implying that the answer’s actually no. “Old landlord probably won’t let me back in, not like I was actually paying for my old apartment anyway...” He murmurs as he passes the saltshaker between his hands. "...Right." Jonathan says, nodding slowly. "...If you need a place to crash a li'l while while you work him over, y'know - I got a guest room. Ain't got much more than a bed and a couple boxes and a desk, but it's dry an' the door locks." "...And like, if puttin' out on your own for a place don't work, I don't mind if you stay, right?" .... Hm. The saltshaker rests in his left hand.

“...You’re serious? C’mon, your job’s probably already batter-fried as is, if anyone finds out-”

Lonnie doesn’t trail off, per se, more than he just lets his throat close a little. “...Really? You really don’t-“

He’d be an absolute idiot to decline, but there had to be some kind of catch - ? - but Jon’s not that much of a jerkass.... "Kid, much as I'm sure you could find someone whose arm you could twist for a place, it don't sit right with me to just leave you in an alley to do that. I got the room, and - well, Arkham can just deal." Jonathan’s tone is flat.

"What they don't know ain't gonna hurt my career." Lonnie puts a fist to his rapidly-splitting mouth and exhales sharply. “‘Guess that is true,” he answers, then shakes two fingers at Jon. 

“...Shit, thanks, I guess? I didn’t... really expect you to show real concern, holy shit...” "What, you think it was just for appearances?"  Jon chuckles, genial. "Naw, son, I try to actually care 'bout the folks I work with, didn't get into this business on accounta I don't care about people."

"Look, after Dinner I'll help you carry shit, since I left the car at home." “Okay.” Lonnie doesn’t particularly feel like pushing it any more, so he doesn’t. 

“...How’d I not notice this place before?” He asks, mostly to himself. Or maybe he had, and he’d forgotten about it. Was it even worth forgetting?  Ech, everything was so overwhelming. As their food and coffee comes around, Jonathan turns his attention to the rogue chat, securing something, before starting to eat. Tuna melts are truly the mac and cheese of the sandwich world, and hard to get wrong.

[ Dr_J_C ] - Hey, Eddie, you on. [ E?Nygma ] - Yes? [ Dr_J_C ]  - You got a cab company you trust to keep their yaps shut [ E?Nygma ] - My henchwomen. [ Dr_J_C ]  - ...Think they'd be willing to come pick up me and a runaway? Wound up cross town and the kid's got luggage [ E?Nygma ] - Only one way to find out, really.

[ DM: E?Nygma to E&Q: Ladies? ] [ DM  E&Q to E?Nygma: [Q] You need something, Ed? ] [ DM: E?Nygma to E&Q: Yes, if you have the time tonight. Dr Crane is asking me about securing private transit that doesn't talk too much, if you catch my drift. Since you're both the pair I trust most on the matter, I thought I'd ask if you'd be willing to go fetch him and cart him wherever he needs to go. He's not in a stabbing mood, so it shouldn't be risky. ] [ DM  E&Q to E?Nygma: [Q] Not in a stabbing mood? Color me surprised.. but sure thing, Boss! [E] Dr. Crane requires transit? We aren’t busy, so we’ll be glad to pick him up, when needed. Anything that’s said will stay in the car, don’t you worry. ] [ DM: E?Nygma to E&Q: Peachy. Make him buy you dinner, huh? I'll forward the address: you know what to do if he starts giving you trouble, and where to send the bill. Thanks so much. ]

[ E?Nygma ] - Good news, Jonny, they'll do it. Have an address? [ Dr_J_C ]  - Yeah, hangon.... Down town, Eighth and Tuppence. The shitty diner.

[ DM: E?Nygma to E&Q: : Eighth and Tuppence, the "shitty diner", as he put it. ]

[ E?Nygma ] - I told them to make you buy them dinner. 

[ Dr_J_C ]  -  Yeah, sure, doesn't have to be from here. We just got our food, so - give it an hour? [ DM: E?Nygma to E&Q: He's asked for you to come in an hour, so you have time to get ready. ]

[ E?Nygma ] - Done and done, don't leave them waiting.

Before eating, Lonnie removes the top slice of bread from each sandwich half and salts the (perfectly over-medium) egg on top, then slides the salt to the other side of the table. He almost chokes on his first bite. God, he missed real food. "...Arkham food, huh." Jonathan chuckles, humorlessly. "Shit, every time I've gotten outta there, pizza boxes have looked appetizing."

"Eddie's henches are gonna be givin' us a ride. They ain't snitches, and I fancy our chances in one'a their cars than on foot."

“...Tall punk one n’ a short one?” Lonnie clarifies through a mouthful of BLT. Gulp. “Nice.”

“...Spent his ketchup money on Walgreens eyeliner and a burger. Should probably get online and tell ‘im once I get home, huh.” He pauses, putting down his sandwich for a second. “I told you the ketchup thing, right?”

Jonathan grins, lifting his coffee in a weird sort of salute. "Sure did. Bet you made with Eddie, right? Eyeliner and a bite's a good cause, then. He chomps down half his sandwich before turning his attention properly to coffee.

"...Good-ish news, the Asylum is pretty sure I didn't help you break out." "So they prob'ly ain't gonna assume I came got you, neither."

“Thank god,” Lonnie comments. “Like, not just ‘cuz your job’s still safe, that’s great, but god, I didn’t spend three weeks figuring out like, 80 million people’s schedules for a friend in a high place to get the stick, it’s my damn credit.” He pauses for a sip of soda. “...Is that the right metaphor? Doesn’t matter. ‘S.... nice y’aint in that deep shit.”

Another pause. “Jesus Christ, I just said ‘y’ain’t’ in complete earnest, what the fuck are you doing to me?” Lonnie laughs, leaning his head back and pulling down one eyelid. Jonathan barks a cheerful laugh, and even that is ignored by the utter apathy that is a back-street diner in Gotham. He shakes his head until it trickles down to a snicker and, grinning, drains the rest of his coffee before his attention returns to the perfectly adequate tuna melt.

"Naww, they had me doin' damage control, after talkin' to me a bit and nosing some at my notes. Shit, I didn't know a damn thing about your plans, and it showed, son, so oughta be fine."

"New's being shitty about it anyways, though, m'sorry about that." “I~’m aware,” Lonnie chimes rather sardonically, waiting to swallow this time. “Eh, GCN’s a bunch of corporatist bullcrap anyway. They don’t think I’m a real dude, I know they aren’t a real news station, cancels out.” It really doesn’t cancel out, but the shrug indicates either he’s actually fine or he doesn’t particularly want to talk about it.

Jonathan slowly nods, and makes a mental tick to get a tee-shirt made inviting people to physically fight him if they want to call Lonnie a girl. That's a dadly thing to do, right?

"...So,” Jon starts, slowly, “Y'all called me dad."

Groan. “Uh, I’m sorry?” Lonnie shrugs to accompany the nonapology— not like it was worth applogizing for. “Slip of the tongue, like callin’ a teacher ‘mom,’ y’know?”

He sucks the rest of his Coke down and sets the tall plastic glass back on the table. Jon laughs, sitting back himself and uncrossing his arms. "Dunno where all I said I was upset about it, son." His grin is lazy and easy, and he just shrugs.

"Y'all see me as a father figure?" ... Does he? ... “I mean— you’re what, two and a half times my age n I’ve seen more of you  in the, what, three-ish months since you took my case than anyone else, not to mention you’re like...” Lonnie cycles through various expressions as he speaks, apparently directing his explanation at his fingernails. (Note the lack of a solid answer.) 

He doesn’t mention what Jon’s like. Soon, he throws his forehead into one hand, rubbing his temples.

“I mean—- no, but also not no?” "...So, solid maybe." Jon suggests, wiping crumbs off his hands with a chuckle. "Right, well that ain't somethin' you gotta come up with an answer to today, son. Right now, priority's makin' sure you don't get picked up by the cops two days after a breakout."

"And,” he adds, “Not leavin' you to find a half-comfortable Alley to try an' make a sleeping spot from."

“Mmh,” Lonnie affirms through his last bite of BLT (emphasis on the L.) “In my defense, I spent like... the first third’a my sophomore year doin’ that, I’ve got practice.” He jokes, sending finger-guns Jon’s way. “But yeah, let’s leave that for later, ‘kay?”

"Sounds good." Jonathan pulls out his wallet, leafing through it and leaving the bill in cash, with a generous tip. No, the bill hasn't actually arrived yet, but he's pretty good at math. Something about being a Chemist, maybe. 

"Ed's girls oughta be here in a nother couple minutes, so - you wanna hit the washroom or anything 'fore we head outside?"

[inkribbon796]

Egotober Day 3: What is a Human?

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31 

Prompt: Yellow

Summary: Janus sees Oliver while he’s out with Bing and Virgil, and he gets a bit curious.

A/N: (insert Castlevania reference here)

Warnings: none

Bing and Oliver were getting a bit brave, or at least Oliver was. It was a mix of improved encryption and Google getting less aggressive in his attempts to take Oliver back. Whether that was because he’d actually given up or was planning an attack, Oliver wasn’t sure.

But he was out with Bing and Virgil at the skate park that Bing liked to hang out at. Oliver was mostly watching him, in addition to acting and feeling more human Oliver had more than a heightened sense of self preservation. But he had balanced on Bing’s skateboard a couple times before backing off.

Virgil was in one of his calmer moods and was just sitting at the other side of the park, his journal propped up on his knees he occasionally glanced around to glance around the park.

For a bit Oliver considered joining him before one of the people Bing had been talking to sat next to him on the bench. The young man had dusty brown hair, a black sweater and a grey beanie with a little yellow ouroboros pin on the side.

“Hey, you that Ollie guy that Bing’s always talks about?” He asked.

“I suppose,” Oliver evaded, hands folded neatly in his lap.

“Well either you are or you’re not,” the young man smiled.

At that moment Virgil was suddenly on the young man’s other side and swatted him right on the head with his journal.

“Oww!” The man snapped at Virgil, reaching up to grab his own head. “What was that for?”

“I’m not going to just let you slide in and mess with him,” Virgil was almost hissing in anger. “He’s not part of the League anymore, get away from him.”

Before Oliver could fully analyze the situation one of the young man’s eyes turned yellow and he spoke back up, this time with a much more familiar voice, “Now Virgil, I just wanted to talk.”

Voice Analysis Complete: Deceit.

Recommended Response: Do not draw attention.

Oliver looked over to Bing who was watching them suspiciously. Whatever he saw on Oliver’s face had him walking over.

“Bull,” Virgil glared at Janus. “I didn’t even know you knew how to skate, what do you want?”

“To talk,” Janus scoffed. “I wasn’t aware that was a crime, should I be expecting Ro to join our side then?”

“You okay?” Bing asked, looking at the three of them.

“I think so,” Oliver told Bing, but his hand was already reaching up for Bing’s hand.

“Yeah?” Bing sounded unsure.

“I just want to talk, if you all want to join in the conversation you’re more than welcome to participate,” Janus smiled.

“Deceit,” Bing greeted. “What yah gonna talk about?”

“Probably Coalition secrets,” Virgil warned suspiciously.

Janus gasped, sounding scandalized, “All the years you’ve know me, and you think I’d be so crass as to just ask.”

Then he smiled, leaning closer to Virgil, “But if you gave them to me, I certainly wouldn’t say no.”

Virgil hissed quietly, almost under his breath, looking about ready to hit him again.

“But I’m really here for you,” Janus smiled at Oliver. “The robot with a soul, I’ve always had so many questions about it but, surprise, surprise, Google never let me get close enough to you. He must have been afraid I’d say something and you’d get ideas.”

“Google isn’t afraid of anything,” Oliver stated as if it was common fact, and it usually was.

“That’s a laugh and a half,” Janus chuckled. “If he wasn’t afraid, he would have never made you. But you are just so . . . I don’t know what you are but I do believe you’re more socially literate than most humans I’ve actually seen.”

“Uh, thank you?” Oliver told him.

“What type of programs were used to make you?” Janus’s asked.

“Google just filtered out distractions,” Oliver admitted.

“I meant the other stuff, your restraint around other people, “kindness” and being civil to the complete asshole who was talking to you a couple blocks down the road is a learned behavior.”

“You saw that?” Oliver asked.

“Of course, I’ve been taking notes,” the deceitful Side smiled. “A robot that wants to be human. Like Pinocchio and his strings, except you cut those yourself, didn’t you?”

“I’m not—” Oliver started before stopping, Janus didn’t jump into the conversation, clearly interested in hearing his answer. “I don’t want to kill because Google tells me too, I’m not his arm anymore.”

“And the other “Google’s” think differently?” Janus asked.

“Green and Red hold different information, they don’t care about humans,” Oliver answered. “Bing trusts the humans he spends time with, so I do too.”

“Awww, babe,” Bing smiled.

“That’s all it takes?” Janus asked.

“He knows them better,” Oliver looked over at Bing. Bing smiled down at him.

Janus rolled his eyes, standing up, “Well if you two are going to start making out, I’m leaving. Besides I’m pretty sure Vee called for more heroes.”

Virgil hissed at him quietly again.

Throwing his nice illusion over himself, Janus began walking away, Bing followed him, not talking until they were almost out of the park.

“Yer not gonna tell Googs, right?” Bing asked. “I don’t wanna scare Ollie away from the park.”

“I’m not part of the League, Dark kicked me out,” Janus hissed. “Dark can piss off, and so can his network.”

“Okay, thanks,” Bing gave him a thumbs up.

Janus rolled his eyes at the blatant and naive trust. “I know what you are, is it painful to deny it?” Janus asked.

“Yeah totally, as easy as breathin’ Serpens,” Bing smiled. “Best choice I ever made, I don’t like terminatin’ things. Googs doesn’t deserve to be punished because he liked information more than spying.”

Janus gave a small smile, “Well have fun on your day off, I’m off to go mess with Dark’s work.”

“Good luck stormin’ the castle,” Bing wave and started skating back to the other, Janus quickly disappearing in one of his illusions. The trio didn’t see him for the rest of the day but the deceitful Side’s curiosity far from sated.

[jellyfishpoptart]

➴➵Pacta Sunt Servanda➴➵

Summary: 

Word count: 4,022

Pairing: Mandalorian x Ex-Mandalorian OC 

Warnings: Injured Mando, blood, death mention, 

A/N: I’m sorry I didn’t post right away I wrote myself into a hole . Also Mando will be getting a bigger part I just want to make sure I’ve fleshed Kinsei out enough first. Any questions comments, or concerns I’ll happily answer in my ask I hope you enjoy!

Masterlist:

part one

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Kinsei awoke the next day feeling as if her head were full of rocks she rubbed her eyes feeling her arm was weighed down it was in a cast still in its sling. She winced feeling the swollen tenderness of her ribs, she imagined the bruising to be pretty bad judging by how much they throbbed. 

She looked around realizing she was no longer in the home made OR she was in a bedroom and by the locks of it belonged to Echo, the soft lighting of the sunset illuminated through the beige muslin curtains. They moved gently letting in a cool autumn breeze. She raised the soft down comforter she wore a loose fitting olive nightdress again borrowed from Echo. Kinsei was thankful to still see her leg, there were three metal rings around her knee extending to her lower leg supported by metal beams some of which were inside of her skin supporting the bone. 

She swung her legs over the bed grabbing onto an IV stand for leverage when Chaska walked past only doubling back upon realizing seeing Kinsei was awake. "Don't try walking just yet we put a lot of work into saving it. With all the screws and pins in it you might wanna consider yourself part droid." She said while helping her settle back into bed Chaska propped her leg up onto a pillow and tucking her back in. 

"You must be hungry I'll whip you up something real quick." She left as quickly as she came in she could hear Echo's voice coming down the hall in passing she couldn't understand what the two were saying it was too muffled in her current state.

"You're awake how you feeling?" Beamed Echo from the doorway Kinsei smiled back still feeling a little groggy she leaned over from the bed to reach for her coat that hung off of a chair beside the bed. From the inside left pocket she pulled out a photo her thumbs carefully running over the corners of the picture. It was a family picture taken in a meadow on Yavin 4. She was eight in the photo dressed in her black Mandalorian armor. 

Standing behind her were Endric, Rham, and Ca'tra also dressed in black armor. Each of them wore a Beskar signet of a snake swallowing its tail on the left side of their chest plate armor. It matched the tattoo on her left inner forearm, she hoped the surgery hadn't left it scarred. She couldn't remember who had taken the photo but she remembered it being another smuggling run for the rebels. 

"I really miss my dads." She admitted in a somber tone she wanted them to comfort them during her recovery but there was no way of her finding Rham and Endric. She wiped away a tear before it had a chance to fall, she cleared her throat to pass the thick feeling that had begun to rumble in her chest. Echo pulled out the chair at her bedside to be closer to the young pilot. Echo leaned over looking at the photo with her eyes marvelling at the Mandalorian armor never having seen anything like it in her life.

"Are they still on Mandalore? We can try sending a message out there if you'd like!" Her enthusiasm warmed Kinsei's heart Echo seemed so willing to go above and beyond to make her feel at home. With genocide of the Mandalorian warriors on the night she was born her parents had vowed never to return. It always hurt knowing she'd never know Mandalore the same way her parents had. Shosa must have been way deep within the Outer Rim for them not to have heard of the Empire's occupation of Mandalore. 

"They travel a lot for work especially now that we're in war." She shrugged her shoulders propping up the photo against a lamp. Kinsei wondered if they missed her or if they thought of her as a selfish coward. Echo leaned over tucking a stray hair behind Kinsei's ear.

"We'll be your family until you find yours again." said Chaska from the doorway holding a wooden bowl, Kinsei felt overwhelmed it wouldn't be the first time she found herself a family that wasn't blood. She hoped they would be safe especially now that the war was reaching further into the Outer Rim. 

➵

Kinsei found the bedrest unbearable on top of the radiating pain from her leg. She felt as if she were going to fuse to the bed. It had only been three days but it felt like a week. She was so used to chasing after her squadron making sure their X-wings were up to par. She found herself staring out the open window gazing at the mountain ridge where she had landed, it was a sick joke. 

Echo came into the room with a deck of cards and a bright smile, it annoyed her how cheery she seemed when all she could feel was pain. All this misplaced anger had been boiling under the surface Echo had seen it time and time again in patients with severe injuries she didn't take Kinsei's anger personally. "You seem more wound up than usual, today do you wanna talk about?" Echo asked taking a seat by the bed as she shuffled the cards in her hands.

"What is there to talk about? How I can barely hear you from that side or how I have to listen to stupid fucking sheep all day on the other side?"  Despite one of her eyes being swollen shut she still managed to give Echo a harsh look. Echo's smile didn't falter. She began to deal cards humming quietly she paused looking up for a second, Kinsei had been crying, "I wish I died."

Echo set the cards down reaching for Kinsei's right hand she looked at her in the eye her voice soft, "I don't know you very well but I know you're a fighter, you hear me Miss. Tsokara? You're gonna get better and kick ass at physical therapy and you're gonna look back at this moment and realize you didn't mean what you just said." Kinsei's face tensed up as the rest of her sobs rattled her chest they ached her broken ribs making her cry harder.

Two weeks had passed since Kinsei was allowed to be taken off of bed rest, she found walking with her external fixator it was awkward and it throbbed if she stood too long while she fed the chickens or tended to the sheep.  She accepted small jobs around the village they took a little longer than expected as she only could use one of her hands. This new life was foreign instead of fixing up starships she began fixing anything she could to get her free hands of the dull ache of her boredom. 

That meant repairing the toaster, the tractor, and rewiring the speeders. Echo was right when she said nothing happens on Shosa. The most action she saw was Chaska chasing after the sheep after the fence had collapsed. A fence she later volunteered to help repair despite having no carpentry skills she needed to repay them for all of their efforts to save her.

Kinsei was in the kitchen doing her best to peel carrots, she leaned over the counter using her cast as leverage to pin the carrots down as she scraped the peeler along the carrots. She found herself staring out the open window at the clouds as they crossed by the blue sky. When she saw Echo sprinting through the treeline her normally soft face hardened by something that troubled her. Her peach colored summer dress had blood on it too much blood Kinsei limped over to the front door whipping it open.

"What happened!?" She asked as Echo rushed in their shoulders clipping as she ran into the house down the hall in the back in the room with Kinsei had surgery. She dragged her leg behind her as she rushed after Echo her heart thudding against her ribs. She hadn't been able to run just yet and it frustrated her she just wanted to be useful.

"We found somebody in the mountains! He's injured I need your blood we might not have enough on hand!" Echo pulled her into the room sitting her on a chair as she inserted a butterfly needle into her arm laying the collection bag on the countertop. Echo dashed back to the front door hearing her mother yell after her for help. 

Kinsei ducked her head around the door. She felt the air leave her lungs as she watched Chaska and Echo half drag a man down the hall. He wore full Mandalorian armor, his helmet made of Beskar her stomach lurched watching as Echo shoved a pair of fingers into his side to stop the bleeding from at least two of his wounds at his side. The Mandalorian let out a groan he nearly fell to his feet Echo hugged him around the middle pulling him back up right. Kinsei put a hand to her mouth she wasn’t sure if she was going to curse or get sick. 

"Don't you dare get sick on me! We need that room sterile!" Reprimanded Chaska who could see the color drain from Kinsei's face when they nearly dropped him. She backed away as they turned came through the doorway leading him onto the table. Echo's hands reached for his helmet Kinsei put her hand over Echo's, her eyes hardened protective of the Mandalorian Creed.

"The helmet stays on." The look in her eyes sent a chill down Echo's spine she had never seen her look so intense for the first time she felt intimidated by her. She took her hands away from out under Kinsei's grip working on a wound on his side. "We gotta take off your armor to see how bad things are. You're in great hands you're gonna be fine." She said in Mando'a, her native tongue almost felt foreign to her lips she hadn't spoken it in so long. 

The Mandalorian's helmet tilted toward her almost when he nodded she hooked her fingers underneath his shoulder pauldrons, his vambraces, and then finally his damaged chest plate. His chest rose fast as he fought through the pain he felt as if his body were on fire. The added weight of the Beskar had been crushing his broken ribs.

Claw marks had cut through the faded red durasteel he was lucky to be alive. The room spun for a moment as she moved quickly nearly fainting where she had been standing. Kinsei looked back to see the blood bag attached to her was nearly full. Echo motioned for her back to into a chair it wasn't up for debate. Kinsei dragged the chair to the Mandalorian's bedside grabbing his hand with hers she squeezed once to let him know she wasn't going anywhere. 

Chaska cut through the shirt he wore the Mandalorian was battered underneath his skin mauled by something large, he had a set of bite marks from a large predator on his side. On the other side were four jagged claw marks extending from his armpit to his lower abdomen with blood running to the surface. She wondered how much he had left. He let out a crackled groan feeling both Chaska and Echo prod him with their tools. He squeezed Kinsei's hand back then his grip went limp. Her eyes met Echo's, "His body couldn't handle the pain he's going to be fine. This almost could have been you we have pretty big cats in the mountains." She said while continuing the stitch work along the claw marks her eyes focused as she raced to close the wounds.

"Do you know him?" Asked Chaska as she came around the table removing the needle from Kinsei's arm the scrappy mechanic looked up at her while applying gauze to the puncture wound she shook her head no. She didn't have to know him to want to make sure he was okay, it was a part of The Creed to care for one another.

"He's a Mandalorian there aren't many of them left. I need to make sure he's okay." She kept her eyes on him as Chaska hung up a few pints of blood Echo was still working on small intricate stitch work. She noticed more claw marks on his upper left arm the flesh torn and separated she could see the white of his bone. She didn't think anything on Shosa could be capable of something so gruesome. 

"Them? You're a Mandalorian too!" Said Echo the young medic had always been curious about Kinsei's life but never got around to asking Kinsei always seemed tense when she tried to ask. "He can't take his helmet off so why did you?" Echo asked feeling curious about her new friend. Kinsei raked her hand through her hair as she tried to find some way to leave the but she was still light headed. 

She sighed feeling defeated it was about time she told them something about herself after all they did save her life, "It's a part of The Creed if you take off your helmet you can never put it back on. This is the way." Her voice sounded as far away as her gaze like she was swimming in memories of the past. The kind of memories that grabbed you and held you down at the bottom until you couldn't breathe.

"I was staying with a small Mandalorian clan on Tatooine after I left home, things were good at first and then the Imperials came. They murdered all of them for the little Beskar armor they owned and let their bodies rot in the sun." She paused to wipe away her tears with the sling not once letting go of the Mandalorian's gloved hand his fingers twitched under the weight of her shaking hand. She hung her head in shame and was never able to forgive herself. 

"I decided I'd much rather be a coward and live than to die. So no I'm not a Mandalorian. " Kinsei had always blamed herself for not being able to help defend against the damned Imperials. For years she felt selfish she hadn't been able to stop and help because she had been making repairs on a moisture farm generator for credits instead of being at the homestead defending the clan.

"Oh stars, I'm sorry I didn't mean to ask you something so personal." Echo apologized, keeping her head low as her mother gave her a hard look, she had been curious about Kinsei but the pilot made herself hard to know. Chaska and Echo finished in silence both of them cleaning around Kinsei who hadn't moved in her pensive gaze her grip still tight on the Mandalorian's hand.  

"You need to be more careful how you talk to people." Said Chaska while disposing of soiled gauze Echo made a face like she was holding back tears of her own a few slipped Kinsei looked away for a few moments pretending not to notice to give the young medic privacy. 

"It's okay, don't be so hard on yourself you didn't know." said Kinsei while looking up at Echo she decided she would try to be more open with Echo to build a friendship with the young woman especially if she was going to be on Shosa for while.

"Kinsei you need to eat something before you pass out on us two pints is a lot of blood missy. Your friend will be fine." Whispered Chaska as she rubbed Kinsei's back until the young pilot opened her eyes slowly standing up right black dots appeared before her eyes as she steadied herself finally letting go of the Mandalorian's hand. 

She opened the closet by the window grabbing a wool blanket and draped it over him, she wanted to make sure he was comfortable. Her fingers ran over his armor which sat in a pile on a side table, she missed her armor which was probably at the bottom of a sand dune by now. Buried deep with all of those memories she tried to repress. 

"Is there somewhere I can get this fixed?" She asked holding up his durasteel chest plate her fingers tracing the deep claw marks. Chaska pursed her lips together taking it from her then putting it back on the table.

"I'll tell you after you eat." There was an authoritative tone in her voice like a mother scolding her child Kinsei arched an eyebrow following her out of the room. She paused for a moment in the doorway looking back at the Mandalorian. Chaska continued to the kitchen finishing up Kinsei's prep work.

"How long have you been dragging your leg like that?" Asked Echo while she set up an IV into his arm she hung the bag onto the hook she then set up a second IV, Kinsei tried not to make a face as needles had always made her nauseous. 

"It's fine I can still put weight on it, see?" Kinsei stood on one leg and for a moment a quick flash of pain shot up through her back. Her face faltered Echo finished up with the Mandalorian's IV then bent down to look at Kinsei's leg. She touched it with the back of her hand checking for the tell tale warmth of infection, she then examined where the pins punctured her skin to set the bone. 

"It looks okay just try to take it easy you've been doing too much too soon." Echo had the same stern look as her mother however Echo's features made her soft, her brows drew together watching Kinsei lean up against the wall taking her weight off the leg. There was a bit of sweat building on her brow. She looked exhausted, "If it ever hurts too much let us know we can help you.” Echo put a comforting hand on Kinsei’s shoulder she nodded knowing she'd never admit to she had a feeling she'd lose it if she did.

"Tell me about the thing that hurt him. Should we be worried about them coming down from the mountain?" Kinsei quickly changed the subject walking alongside side Echo trying to keep at a normal pace. She took a seat on a stool across from Chaska who was standing at the kitchen island she had made quick work of the carrots Kinsei had left behind. 

"We have pretty big mountain lions out here probably just as big as your X-wing. It's one of the reasons why we check the mountains looking for injured people." Judging by the look she had on her face Kinsei was certain she had lost someone close out there, "Mr. Mando over there is lucky to be alive. He managed to take down two that's unheard of around here." She excused herself to clean herself off her words where curt Kinsei could tell she was uncomfortable. 

Echo was wearing a good amount of his blood. It was staind deep along her hands crusting underneath her nails there was the taste of bile rising in her mouth as she watched Echo sprint off into the fresher.

"Try not to think too hard about him. He'll be sore as hell but he'll live. Worry about something else like how shit your knife work is." Quipped Chaska with a raised brow it brought a chuckle to Kinsei's lips. She watched as Chaska meticulously planking through  the carrots in nice even lines. 

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Dinner came and went but sleep never came for Kinsei, she felt restless in the guest room her mind just couldn’t settle down. So much had happened in such a short amount of time seeing the injured Mandalorian left her rattled. It was around three in the morning when she finally got up. Wrapping a blanket around herself she walked down the hall into where the Mandalorian had been sleeping. She took a seat on the floor crossing her legs as she looked up at him. He seemed at peace but she knew from experience it wasn't always so peaceful. While she was under anesthesia her mind kept replaying her crash landing in an endless loop until she managed to regain her consciousness. 

"Not wearing your armor doesn't make you any less of a warrior." Even through the modulator his voice sounded week as if he were whispering he had responded in Mando'a she stood up taking a seat at his bedside. She smiled sadly while shaking her head in disagreement. "People like us are always fighting." Added the Mandalorian with a groan as he frisked his side exploring his injuries. 

"I'll always be dar'manda nothing more than a hut’tuun. I'm just a pilot and I can't even land right." She grit her teeth feeling frustrated as a quick current of pain shot it's way through her body. She felt like she deserved all the pain she was going through for losing her heritage it was a big disgrace amongst the Mandalorian Creed. It was a heavy weight on her chest, one that seemed to always rear its ugly head when she was feeling most vulnerable. 

"It was a difficult choice after the great purge many went into hiding whether it's in plain sight it's all the same. Our people will always need people like you. You protected my honor and for that I thank you." She wished he couldn't see the look on her face, she put a hand to mask the ugly cry she was failing to swallow down. 

"Does it hurt?" She asked looking him over he shook his helmet no but she could tell judging by his short breaths he was just as stubborn as she was. She drew back the blankets noticing he had bled through his bandages she turned around to look for the supplies she'd need to redress his wounds.

Kinsei gathered the bandage and the gauze using the soft moonlight to guide her as she groped through drawers. “Can I ask you something?” She muttered as the Mandalorian sat up peeling away his own bandages, a soft hiss escaping his helmet it looked like it wasn’t the first time he had to do this. 

The Beskar of his helmet caught the shine of the moon as he tilted his head while cutting through medical tape aligning it on to his tanned chest, she sat slumped forward her arms on her knees as she looked up to him. “On your travels have you seen a pair of Mandalorians with a signet of a snake on their chestplate?” Her voice soft scared of what his answer might be she looked away watching his fingers graze over what used to be a puncture wound on his side.

"There aren't that many of us out there. The people you're looking for may have gone into hiding." It wasn't the answer she wanted to hear but she knew it would have been too easy. He struggled with removing the bandage on his arm. She peeled away the medical tape gathering the dirty bandages disposing of them before returning to the spot beside him. Holding the bandage down with her fingers as the Mandalorian handed her tape.

The silence between them didn't bother her Kinsei was in her own head trying to process his words. Knowing her fathers' the were smart and resourceful they would be safe she was certain of it.

"Thank you for listening to me,  I'm sorry for disturbing you." She whispered reapplying the last piece of medical tape before heading back to the guest room. With each step past the main bedrooms she let out a small whimper she nearly fell through the door of the guest bedroom as she held onto her left leg. The other arm kept her held up against the wall her vision blurred she hopped into bed panting as the pain continued she felt as if her nerves were pulling and stretching. She pulled a pillow over her face  to muffle the sounds of her crying.

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Mando’a key:

Dar’manda:  a state of not being Mandalorian - not an outsider, but one who has lost his heritage, and so his identity and his soul - regarded with absolute dread by most traditionall-minded Mando'ade

Hut’tuun:  coward (worst possible insult)