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lilykenz · 3 years ago

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Round 1 ❥Kenma x f!reader

❥ Word Count ~ 1.6k

❥ Warnings ~ ⚠️ 18+, smut, female reader, edging, mention of alcohol, kitten play, dd/bbg.

❥ Summary ~ You’re visiting Kenma’s house for a fun hangout, yet things change -very- quickly when he catches your admiration.

❥ This is my first one-shot with the ‘you’ perspective! Please be gentle!!! Do not repost anywhere but I do appreciate reblogs <33

“YES! HAHA! New high score!!!” Kenma roared.

The shout made you jump in your seat and jostled your attention from your switch to him.

Kenma pushed himself with his upper body away from the computer desk and slid the rolling gamer chair back. With one movement, he unfolded his legs (which had been at his chest) and hopped to his feet. This guy really sat in weird positions while tending to his hobbies. Some of which made -your- back ache in protest. How’d he do it for hours at a time?

“We should play a round next!” He strained out in that cute higher pitch he gained when he stretched.

Was he talking to his friends over the mic? Or to you??

The heaviness from your handheld sat in your lap. Muscles flexed beneath the sleeves of his baggy black hoodie. It happened again when he brought those arms forward, pulling his hoodie tight at the back. The nape of his neck clenched just before he rolled his head. Long black hair faded to dirty blond messily draped over his shoulders, which was pulled back in a loose bun.

Damn..Long hair like that easily gets tangled up in a fist…You could hear your heart beginning to race and mind slipping into what you called “the gutter” all too often. A familiar heat swelled beneath the handheld, causing you to wiggle in your seat in a desperation to quell the discomfort.

He leaned forward, the tight denim jeans he wore hugging his calves, thighs, and ass. The world slowly tilted sideways while you watched. A pair of golden feline eyes glinted over his shoulder at you. But your mind continued to roam. Your breathing quickened and came out in soft little huffs. Did he absolutely -have- to have clothes on??

“Tch. Perv”, you caught him muttering when he placed his controller down with a clack on the desk. He turned around, his expression stern and unamused.

Uh oh. I know that look. You tried to swallow and bit your dry lower lip. Kenma was no longer in his normal playful mood. Flicking his nose with his thumb, he sniffled and glanced off to his left. Your gaze slowly followed to the right and stopped at the wide open door.

The arcade room door slowly shut and you watched as Kenma’s right hand stayed on the knob. His left hand fanned on the frame for support. The muscles in his back were again visible when he hunched forward against the door. A big sigh sounded before he straightened his back and casually turned to face you. One finger wagged with a tsk noise.

His walk possessed confidence with a stroke of sass. A nervous tension rose within you, as did something else. Your legs fidgeted together to hide the growing ache. Last time and the first time, Kenma had been so shy. So gentle. You could have sworn somewhere in the slew of your regular texts over the past week that he was going to try something. Something new.

And the vibes he was giving off were -definitely- new.

Kenma picked up the controller he had previously placed on the desk, opened a game, turned the stick to where the vehicle he controlled rammed against a wall, and left it idle. He straightened again and cleared his throat, the look on his face unreadable. But his eyes. His feline gaze shook you. It wasn’t a look of gentleness. Quite the contrary…

“Do you remember last Wednesday night?” His words purred into the silence and made you shiver.

You shook your head slowly, wracking your brain for evidence of what might have happened that night. The only thing you remembered was having too many daiquiris. And texting Kenma. You remembered the action of doing so, but your words were lost in a big drunken blur. A big swallow was your answer aside from your denial and you could feel your heart beginning to race. Shit! Shit! What the hell did I tell him???

A soft purring noise sounded when he approached your chair. He’s…he’s purring?? Kenma squinted down at you, mischief clouding his golden eyes. Slowly, he lifted and placed the switch off to the side of you. He then grabbed hold of the edge of the chair with his right hand. A grin spread across his face, loosening a few bang strands.

“Need I remind you, kitten?” His words hung on a low growl while he hovered over you.

“Wait…Kit-“ you began to say, but the words were lost in a squeak of surprise. The controller vibrated against your lower thighs. All you could do was pant out nervously, feeling your face heat up. You shot a look of desperation up to meet his, only to be met with hunger. Prowess. Possession. The vibrations continued further along the crease between your thighs.

Warm breath tickled your ear, “wait? Oh no. You’re a -good- kitten, remember?” The name calling was enough to make you melt, but paired with the praise, you couldn’t help but whimper. You didn’t have to see his face to hear the grin and scoff in response to your reactions.

The cruel handle of the controller hovered just above your clit. Layers of clothing didn’t matter. Your thighs clenched together from the sudden jolt of pleasure. A gasp followed by a whimper hung in the air and your lips began to quiver behind your shaky breathing. Kenma slipped his warm fingers beneath your chin and tilted your head up in place. Soft lips just barely brushed against your own.

“Uh-uh.”

The controller pressed harder against your swollen heat and up into you. Wave upon wave of pleasure surged through your shaking body and you couldn’t help but gasp, moan, and whine. He edged the controller down into the crease of your thighs, making your legs spread. A purr of approval sounded from his throat.

His waist rocked just inches from your view past his gaze. A tent formed beneath the taught denim. Pulsing. Throbbing. You reached out to assist when another pang of pleasure pressed against your damp folds. Your grasp found the bagginess of his hoodie, instead. More whimpers and moans sounded out from your parted lips against his. There came a soft hum from them as he chuckled.

“I could listen to these sounds of yours all day. You’re such a good kitten. Daddy approves very very much.” The words were like a drug of ecstasy.

Gawd. Fuck. Daddy???

The title whispered just barely beneath your breath against his mouth. Something warm and wet traced the contours of your lips. Another surge washed over you. The controller dipped then rubbed up and down your pussy in between your trembling legs. It was too much. You couldn’t last another second.

The vibrations pulled away for just a moment and you caught a growl with the delicious taste of his breath on yours. “Uh-uh…Finish when I want you to.”

His words were like velvet. His stare held you captive. You needed him so badly and yet he just continued to edge you on. Each time you came close, he’d pull away. Soft whimpers replaced your exhalations. His head would tilt up each time just barely and the creases of his full lips would curl. Sounds of indulgence of his own trickled into the air. Kenma was getting off without even touching himself.

“Say it, kitten.” He commanded lowly, the velvet thick enough to send shivers through you.

One end of the handle pressed roughly against your clit, the other against your folds. You couldn’t handle it anymore. Pleading cries answered him.

“Oh? Please? Please what, kitten??” His words sounded through grit teeth and his body began to show signs of strain.

“Please, daddy? Let me finish. Please?? Please please please” you begged. Fuck your pride.

A sexy grunt sounded after a chuckle. Kenma’s lips pressed to yours; that slender tongue exploring the confines of your mouth. Claiming them. It wrestled with yours. The vibrations pressed into your sex. Rubbing.Teasing. Kneading. Your breath shortened into quick pants. Trembling in desperation, you hesitated for a moment. Your hips began to sway into the controller a few times. Just a little more. Your thoughts imagined the tool being something else. Him. All of him. You needed him. Your body tensed and a bout of cum coated the fabric of your panties.

Hums of approval egged you on when he didn’t move the controller. With each wave of pleasure, your grip on his hoodie tightened. After the third time, the vibrations at last ceased. Yet the ghost pleasure remained while your pleasure-high receded.

“Goood girl” he purred between kisses, “fuck”, the end of the curse emphasised. He pulled away and with it, your lower lip, when he bit on it and tugged. A sly grin etched on his face as Kenma stood up straight, peering down at the sight of you.

“You’ll have to come over again. Maybe for dinner, a movie, a game or two. I can show you a few tricks.” He laughed at the possible dual meaning behind the last comment.

His glance followed yours and he lifted the black hoodie to further reveal his taught jeans. A blush coloured his cute fake-shocked expression when he met your gaze again.

“Yes! You did this. I might let you take care of it next time. We’ll see, kitten. In the meantime, Daddy has a meeting in a few minutes about the next online tournament.” He turned around and sauntered back to the door, taking the controller with him. He wanted you to notice the arousal in his step. The tease.

As soon as that door opened, his demeanour changed a little. He was back in his normal, playful mood. Back to cutting up with his online friends. You slumped down into the chair cushion, trying to catch your breath. A feline stare squinted back over his shoulder at you. You tensed. Then he winked.

#kozume kenma #kenma x reader smut #kenma x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x female reader #kenma drabble

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divinewhimsy · 4 years ago

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Ichor Pt10 (DabixReader)

A/N: Prepare for some angst-y fluff!! I was a little in my feels for this one. I really like doing these sort of exploratory chapters with characters who are normally emotionally withdrawn. It’s like a study of human emotion with them- and ooooooooooh boy do I have a thing for emotion. A-Anyways, I hope you enjoy! I’m sorry if this makes him see OOC but I wrote him how I would see him being when he’s that connected to someone? I know its not what everyone else follows through with for him but it’s a different spin.

Warnings: Swearing. Emotions

Tag list is at the bottom!

Part 9: X

Part 11: X

You’re in the shower when Dabi returns. You hear the front door open and close, footsteps walking to the open bathroom door and stepping inside.

“I told you to lock your fucking door.” he grumbles and you laugh from behind the shower curtain.

“How else would you have gotten in?” you ask, your nerves surging at the idea of him being only a few feet away.

You can’t help your good mood when he’s around. It’s like the sun breaking through clouds- like the moon lighting up the entire night.

He doesn’t answer and you bite your bottom lip. Should you invite him in to shower? You were almost done but you could help him...If he wanted you to, that is.

“How did your ‘appearance’ go?” you ask instead and the shuffling of movement is barely heard over the running water around you but you catch the soft plink of metal on the floor. You peek around the curtain to see Dabi tugging his boots off, resting against the counter- and bleeding from several wounds.

“Oh my god! Dabi, you’re bleeding!!” you gasp, forgetting your shower and turning it off. You step out of the tub and wrap a towel around yourself quickly, taking the steps toward him rapidly. He glances up at you with a slightly bored expression, his cuts and bruises on his body magnified in the crisp bathroom light.

“Yeah?” he raises a brow and you roll your eyes. “And?”

“You’re hurt.” you frown. Dabi just shrugs.

“It’ll heal.”

“It’ll heal?! You’re insane!” you hiss and grab the first aid kit from the medicine cabinet behind him.

He runs his hands up your sides, eyes tracing the outline of your body as you reach past him. He makes a quiet noise, leaning into you, forehead resting on your shoulder.

“D...Dabi?” you try to pull away but his arms wind around you, barely holding up their own weight.

“Just….Gimme a sec.” he murmurs quietly.

You obey and stay standing in his embrace, running your hand down his back in soothing strokes.

What happened…? Is he alright? Did he lose too much blood? He’s still warm although you can’t be too sure of the temperature change. He’s always warm.

An idea pops into your head but you don’t like it. You know he won’t like it, either. But what other option do you have? He’s hurt and you have a quirk that can fix that in no time.

Still.. Should you use the blood in your fridge? It’s not always the most appetizing solution but it’s a quick way to get it in. Or you could just kiss him.

You fidget with the folds of his jacket's collar and he takes a deep breath. You peek beyond his coat and ghost your fingertips over the back of his neck, just barely dipping into his hairline. He rolls his head to the side to glance up at you, his beautiful crystalline eyes clearer than you’ve ever seen them.

“Did you really keep the door unlocked for me?” he breathes, his voice barely a whisper.

You nod with a small smile, running your hand through his hair and down to his back.

“Of course I did.��

“What if I didn’t come back?”

You frown, furrowing your brows as you try to decipher his words from his face. He reveals nothing, his natural bored mask too perfect to see cracks.

“I’d just find you.” you shrug and coax him to stand and sit on the toilet seat. You succeed and help peel his jacket and shirt off- where the worst wounds are.

You don’t know how he’s still standing when you get a look at the extent of damage done but it doesn’t matter. You’re here to heal him now. Tugging the towel tighter around you so it’ll stay when you kneel, you open the first aid kit and get to work. Cleaning the wounds- which makes Dabi hiss with every touch- is the easiest part.

“Why?” Dabi asks through clenched teeth and you ‘tsk’ at him.

“So they won’t get infected.” and so you can use your quirk as an excuse rather than the only solution.

“No.” Dabi sighs and grabs your wrist gently, bringing your attention to his face. “Why would you come after me?”

“I-“ you search his eyes. He’s completely serious.

Is he really asking you this now, of all times? Why would you go after him, anyways? Because of the bond through your quirk? It’s not like that’s the only thing that you like to keep him around for. He’s.. entertaining. But saying that wouldn’t really be the right thing to say right now, would it?

What does he want? An outright confession? You take a deep breath and try to calm yourself. If you tried you could probably tell him- and looking at him now you can see that he needs the truth more than anything. He’s fragile in a way you’ve only seen people who are completely lost are. Souls with inner turmoil that’s spilling out into their lives as their point of view changes drastically. Well, that or their lives. It’s the beginning of a storm of change and if your instincts are correct, Dabi is wholly unprepared for it.

Is anyone ever ready for change?

“Because...Because I don’t want you to be left out there.”

“I can return to the league.” he counters and you curl your toes into the plush rug beneath you.

Fine. If he’s really going to make you say it...

“I...I like you, Dabi.” you swallow and try not to squirm under his gaze.

“Did you like me when you first met me?”

When you first met...? What? He isn’t looking for your confession? What kind of conversation is he after, then? His questions are rapid and from the way his eyes move to the pace of his breath- anxiety is seeping into the air between the two of you. He’s barely holding breath in although you thought it was the pain at first. But looking at him now?

He’s struggling.

And it’s putting you on edge.

“You weren’t conscious when we first met, technically.” you chuckle, trying to make him laugh. To lighten the mood.

“Exactly. So why save me? You had no idea who I was- who I am.”

“Dabi, is this really the time to-“

“I want to know why.” he says firmly. “Why save me? Why bring me back?”

The only words you have are the truth. Although you know it won’t satiate his need for whatever answer he’s looking for, it’s all you have to give him. The only solace to offer. What if it’s not enough..?

“Because a life is always worth living. Worth bringing back. I saw you there- and I couldn’t let you die.”

“Why?”

“What’s with you?“ you search his eyes, brows furrowing together. “Why does it matter?”

“I just need something to make sense!” he snaps, breathing heavily now. “I need to understand why..”

He takes your silence as a cue to continue.

“I’ve been thinking it over and I don’t understand. Why save someone you don’t even know? Why bother with it all? It doesn’t make sense. Christ...None of this makes sense to me.” he sighs heavily.

“I’ve been able to walk out of every life I’ve come across until I met you. Every. Last. One. I tried to leave but I couldn’t. It was like you wouldn’t let me… Your voice haunts my head and I can feel your breath against my neck- your hands running over my body. Every time I tried to leave- it just got worse… I thought if I kept going that I would be able to just forget...But I can’t do that either.”

He sighs and drops your wrist. You’re frozen in place, body running colder as his words sink in.

He was trying to leave. He didn’t want to come back.

The hurt in your stomach is beyond any wound you’ve ever had. And you’ve broken bones. But the pang in your heart at the thought of Dabi trying so desperately to leave almost takes the air from your lungs. Almost.

“I don’t know what to do.” he murmurs. “I wanted to be able to walk away. To forget. But every time I tried I couldn’t. And now�� Now I...” he fights for words, hands grasping at the empty air in front of him.

He drags in a ragged breath, wincing in pain with his hand hovering over one wound on his chest.

“Dammit.” he hisses and you frown, hands immediately going to his face to guide his gaze up to yours.

“You can leave, if you want.” you say quietly. “After you’re healed, I mean.”

You press a soft kiss to his forehead, cycling your lips to his cheeks, brushing a soft peck beneath his eyes.

“I- [Name], no. That’s not what I’m trying to do-” he starts but you just smile sadly and pull away from his face. You set the first aid supplies aside and try to move away from him but his hands are quick to catch you.

“It’s okay,” you mumble. You’re failing to hide the beginning waves of tears starting to flood your eyes. Your vision blurs as you attempt to turn from him. “I won’t stop you.”

“Goddammit I knew I shouldn’t have said anything.” Dabi grumbles and his grip on your wrists tightens, tugging you back to face him. “Listen, that’s not what I’m trying to say.”

You can’t meet his eyes. You can’t even look at his face. Eyes glued to the floor, your skin balmy and clammy in the chill of the bathroom. The only warmth is from his hands encasing each of your wrists, keeping you in place as his grip becomes more desperate.

“Please look at me.” he whispers, his voice a ghost of his normal bertone. It’s painfully soft, words nothing more than a gentle breath of air as they reach you. They seep through the growing pain in your chest and you feel your body trembling. His hands are sliding up your forearms to your elbows and biceps before they settle on your shoulders.

Encasing you in his arms and struggling to stand, he leans on you a bit more than you’re used to but your feet are firmly planted on the floor. Your form holds both of you up but he’s falling to his knees, hands sliding back down to yours as he brings them to his lips.

“Please, please look at me, baby doll.” he coos and you swallow the rising lump in the back of your throat, your stomach threatening to spill its contents.

His words are silk and honey to your ears, coaxing your gaze to his. You blink through the blurry tears that start to drop down your cheeks, barely feeling your own heartbeat. His blue eyes are splintering into a thousand different facets, gorgeous diamonds glittering with the raw feeling of pent up emotions spilling over.

You don’t need the bond between the two of you to know that he’s not hiding right now. There isn’t a fraction of his previous mask- the bored look on his face and tone in his voice are only memories as you look at him now. The genuine fear and pain that ripple through his features reflects your own inner feelings. Tearing apart from inside out, unspun threads that had been locked away for so long finally spilling out.

His lips kiss each of your knuckles slowly, eyes never leaving yours as your vision clears. Breath hitches in your throat and he offers a small smile you almost miss as he starts to whisper nonsense into your palms. He turns your hands over, tucking his cheek into your grasp. Leaning into your embrace.

His face is warm and in the pale parts of his skin you can see there’s a red flush starting to bloom. His eyes turn into molten carribean seas, tumultuous and stormy as he pulls in a shaky breath.

“I don’t want to leave you.” he says quietly. “I’m not leaving. I promise. Just let me explain, alright?”

You give a weak nod and he breathes a sigh of relief. Pressing a kiss to your wrist, his lips climbing up the plain of your arms, his skin barely grazing over yours. It still sends shivers through you as he leans his forehead against the underside of your wrist.

“I’ve never felt this… connected to someone before. And I can’t leave that behind. I can’t forget you.” he breathes softly, his words energized but withheld. Sorting through the storm of thoughts waiting within his skin. “I’m slowly learning to accept the fact I can’t. I won’t. But it’s terrifying.”

His last word is barely audible as he shudders, hands gripping your arms tighter. He closes his eyes and breathes for a second, taking in your scent slowly as he calms his shaky breathing.

“It’s gonna’ take a bit to process. But I promise, baby girl, I promise you.” he opens his eyes and turns his gaze back to yours. “I’m not going anywhere.”

It’s a couple of seconds before you can remember how to speak. Seeing him so bare and exposed before you- willingly showing you the shaking center of his heart- it’s an experience beyond the words you’ve learned to explain. A sensation that can only be compared to what it must be like to fly. Terrifyingly new and foreign, heart racing in your chest as you glance into his very soul. Dark and light, good and bad. Equal parts broken and forged and aimless. It’s a mirror as much as it is an illusion to your own searching. High above the world so far down below you, on the cusp of clouds and crest of the stratosphere, holding onto him for dear life as he keeps you anchored with his touch.

“..Okay.” you breathe, finally. Swallowing the remainder of pain and hurt and letting it melt away slowly, you nod more fervently. “Okay...I’m not going anywhere, either..”

“Thank you.” he murmurs, his words achingly soft. His lips brush against your fingertips. “Just bare with me, baby. We can do this.”

We.

Like light bursting through the clouds of a storm, the one word is sunlight after years of darkness. Stars in an endless sky. The first few strokes of sun on a new dawn. It’s magic in bones and heart, beating through your blood and your bond to the man on his knees before you.

“..Dabi?” you whisper and he slowly meets your gaze, a soft smile on his lips.

“Hm?”

“Can you stop bleeding on my bathroom floor first, though?”

He laughs. A genuine, legitimate laugh that shakes his shoulders. Eyelids squeezing shut over his gaze, lips parting to release the joyous sound into the air. It’s music to your ears, life to your veins. It’s beautiful.

Just like him.

You kneel in front of him, your mouth finding his before he can manage to say something to ruin the moment. You activate your quirk on purpose- to heal his wounds but you will admit you might have lost a touch of control as soon as he began kissing you back. The smoky, earthy taste of him is intoxicating. Whisky and bourbon, smoke and embers flickering from his tongue. Piercings and warmth- everything he is mixes with you.

Dabi showers after he’s fully healed- although he does try to convince you to finish your shower with him. You decline in favor of making him something to eat, after catching a glimpse of his rib cage poking through his chest. He pouts for a moment but ends up letting you go cook, keeping the door open after you step out of the bathroom.

Time. This thing between the two of you would take time, that’s for sure. It’s still so fragile and this new level is uncharted territory for both of you. Willingly depending and needing someone else, taking the step towards them instead of away. Letting yourself be vulnerable with someone else. Beyond what the bond does with its own magic- this is a choice. This is a decision to open up the organic pathway to someone else's soul.

When Dabi pads out of the bathroom wrapped in only a towel, you’re dishing out a plate for him and yourself. You made a simple dish of chicken and vegetables- with a side of creamy mashed potatoes to really stick to his ribs. He needs protein and carbs- to gain the proper weight he should have at his age.

How old is he, anyways? He looks about your age- young to mid twenties. So it doesn’t really matter. He’s not ancient or middle aged, at least. More of an overgrown child than anything- which makes you laugh.

His arms wind around your waist as you start to laugh, his lips pecking your cheek.

“Wha’so funny?” he murmurs, grabbing a carrot from one plate and popping it in his mouth.

“Nothing.” you shake your head and hold a plate for him to grab. “I was just thinking… Lively was introducing me to her boyfriends single friends.”

Dabi’s grip tightens around you at the mention of it, his eyes getting a shade or two darker as he glances away from you.

“Oh?” he says quietly, eyes trained away from your face. “Why is that funny?”

“..Because I would never date one of them?” you snort and nudge your way out of his grasp to sit at the dining table.

“Why not? Pro hero’s make a lot of money.” he counters but you can hear the disdain in his voice.

“Sure but I like the more broody, edgy kind of guy.”

“Edgy? Broody?” he quirks a brow. “Is that really what you think of me?”

“Volatile? Capricious?” you tease.

“I’ll show you capricious.” he growls playfully, hand snaking down to your behind as you fall to your chair and giving your backside a good squeeze.

You laugh and shake your head, watching as Dabi sits to your left. He’s still slightly damp from his shower but it’s a close reminder to the last time you had dined with him in only a towel.

“Honestly, though,” you start, stabbing a piece of chicken with your fork. “Heroes aren’t my type. And I can’t picture myself with anyone but… you.”

You avoid his gaze.

“However,” you cough and continue, “I didn’t know what to tell her. I can’t say I’m seeing someone without her invading my life to know who it is. And considering who she’s dating, her seeing you isn’t a good idea.”

“Eraserhead, right?” Dabi snarls and you wince with a nod. “I’ve had a run in with him before.”

“What a dumb name.” you comment offhandedly.

Dabi hums in agreement and you two eat in silence until he stops and stares at you.

“What? Is there something on my face?” you reach to touch your cheek but he shakes his head.

“No.”

“Then what?” you blink.

He stares at you for a second longer before sighing.

“Speaking of names… Mine’s Toya.”

A second of silence passes before you realize he just told you his name. You blink once. Twice.

“T-Toya?” you whisper softly and he nods. That same pink hue reaches his cheeks.

“Do you prefer Dabi?” you whisper and he sighs, a struggle showcasing on his face as he glances away.

“I don’t know. It’s complicated.”

“You don’t have to tell me.” you assure. “I’ll just continue to call you Dabi.”

“It’s fine.” he meets your gaze. “I want… I just wanted you to know. But I haven’t told anyone else in a long while. It’s.. been a bit since I’ve heard someone call me by my name.”

Your heart breaks at the painful whisper his voice is reduced to. Whatever past he has is full of the pain- and his name is only the tip of it. Toya.

Toya.

His hand resting on the table near you turns into a clenched fist and you gently place your own over it, reassuring with gentle strokes of the back of his hand with your thumb. He relaxes a bit and you bring his hand to your lips, planting a chaste kiss to each of his knuckles.

“It’s nice to meet you, Toya.” you whisper and see him shiver at the sound of it.

There’s pain laced with it but you can still see the relief rolling through him. The power of a name, the manifestation of one’s destiny and purpose- a name is incredibly powerful. And to have your name almost never spoken, never known by anyone but yourself- the thought chills you to your core.

What a lonely life. Although it’s one he won’t be living anymore.

Not when you’re right beside him. Every moment, every day. Every dawn and sunset, every breath and blink- you’ll be right here.

“We can do this.” you assure and he cracks a small smile.

“Yeah.” he nods, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. “I’ll have to teach you how to actually cook first, though.”

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mintchocohip · 5 years ago

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sub!bts discovering waxplay

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↪ today’s kink is 𝐰𝐚𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲. 🕯️ ft. the 𝐨𝐭𝟕.

❝𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴, 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘊𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘸. 𝘊𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯; 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘢 𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘬-𝘰-𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯’𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦. 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘣 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺.❞

𝙏𝘼𝙀𝙃𝙔𝙐𝙉𝙂'𝙎 body is your canvas. A full-length mirror angled towards the bed reflects a slow transformation. You are an artist, and every sting and bite of his skin is cured by gazing at delicate, filmy white drops rolling and cooling and forming cascades down his smooth back. Your lips are curling with concentration; the light is flickering in your eyes. Soon, you’re dripping over numbness. The wax is too thick for Taehyung to feel fresh layers, but his lips are still parted with fascination, and his eyes are still dulled with contentment. His back is coated; hugged, and weighed down by a soothing shell. Every line looks random. Ragged intuition is moving your hand, though, and beneath that certainty Taehyung has relaxed into meditation.

𝙔𝙊𝙊𝙉𝙂𝙄 loves heat. Tightening up around his cock with a shiver that starts between your legs and reaches your lips on a full body shake, you tip the thick pillar candle. “Sh-shit.” Three glossy pitch-black droplets decorate the skin snapping between Yoongi’s ribs. His hips bucked down. Licking your lips through the settling wave, you commend yourself for asking if you could do this while you rode him. “Did that feel good?” The words are flushed. The candle is safe for play, but the black color will keep glowing his skin hot long after the droplets have lost their shine. A dulled knife lays on the bedside table. You can’t wait to touch the perfect shade of pink left on Yoongi’s pale skin. Yoongi isn’t answering. His hands are still clasped over his face; protecting delicate eyes and lips. Listening to the excitement in his rasping, slowing breath, you suck in a shiver, and tilt the candle again.

“Are you going to put it...” 𝙅𝙐𝙉𝙂𝙆𝙊𝙊𝙆 motions down to his soft cock. He’s naked, and sitting politely on his knees. The oil you rubbed into his skin has left a dewy glow all over, and the sheen reflects a red blanket you laid out across the floor. You want to test a few sensitive places while Jungkook isn’t in subspace. “Don’t get to eager,” you laugh, “let’s try some other places, first.” The inside of his wrist is low on Jungkook’s personal pain scale. His hole and the crook of his thigh are higher, but nowhere close to limits. While you pop a low-ranked line of hardened wax off the shaft of his cock, Jungkook is eyeing his foreskin. “Can you do the tip?” His soft voice is so intrigued that you have to hang your head with a knowing laugh. "Yeah,” you agree, “let’s try the tip.”

𝙃𝙊𝙎𝙀𝙊𝙆 begs for more. You can’t give him more. He’s trying to jump against the binds holding his body tight to the kitchen chair and puff his chest towards the candle. You’ve been checking the temperature before every pour. Even if you pushed the extinguished wick onto his skin, the wax is warm, not hot. That’s exactly what Hoseok wanted. “I won’t burn you,” you whisper, as you pet his hair, “baby.” “I want...” Hoseok gasps as a surge of wax slashes between his pecs, “want you to.” Successions of candles have left a frozen waterfall flowing down to his stomach. “You want me to burn you?” You can’t see his eyes under the blindfold, but you know Hoseok just blinked. Ruddy lips close. “I won’t do that. But... I like that you’re fantasizing,” the smile seeps into your voice, “baby.”

𝙅𝙄𝙈𝙄𝙉 always assumed waxplay was about aesthetics. Relaxing in bed and reading an erotic novel aloud seems counterproductive. “Wait,” Jimin’s head shoots up, and he rasps it out right as a skirt falls to the floor―“Y/N...” Glancing over his bare shoulder, Jimin groans. You’re kneeling by the backs of his wax-speckled thighs. “That’s your second break,” you tsk. “You only have one more. Keep reading. I want to know what happens next. And...” you slope a hand up the angle where his thighs meet his ass, “If we reach your ass without another break,” you give that ass a pat, “you get the reward. You want the reward, don’t you?” Jimin stares at you for a few silent, solid seconds. You raise your eyebrows. Jimin groans, rolls his head forwards, and flicks over a page.

It’s really just an excuse to be on the receiving end of 𝙉𝘼𝙈𝙅𝙊𝙊𝙉'𝙎 favorite type of gentle, romantic massage. “Is it too hot?” “No,” you mutter, as you nuzzle the top of your head against your crossed arms, “it just feels warm.” Lavender and sage scents from the extinguished massage candle have left the bedroom smelling earthy sweet, and warm pillar candles clustered over flat surfaces cast everything in flickering light. Namjoon doesn’t like slow jams in the bedroom as much as he used to. You almost miss the promise of smooth tempos. “Do you want to put some music on?” Spreading out shapes with the liquid wax he poured out of the tin and into his hands, Namjoon makes a sound. “Music?” “I guess your hands are oily,” you sigh, “just tell me about your day.”

“You know, that time when you shaved me...” The suggestion of waxplay has made 𝙎𝙀𝙊𝙆𝙅𝙄𝙉 quiet, and a little pouty. You nod. You know where this is going. Candle wax will have to wait. “What about waxing,” Seokjin mimes a two-handed upwards tug, “like, waxing body hair?” It’s as easy as asking Seokjin if he wants to do that right now. You have a home waxing kit. In a few minutes, Seokjin is half-naked on the bed with an arm bent to grip the opposite side of his neck. A brush of armpit hair is exposed. The isopropyl alcohol you swiped and prodded across the tender skin has dried. Swirling a plastic stick inside a jar of bright orange wax, you study the armpit you’ll be kissing once the aftercare lotion has been rubbed in. “Push it back a little more,” you whisper. Two fingers in filmy blue gloves press Seokjin’s sharp elbow. Seokjin complies. “Thank you.” You’re swiping hot orange wax down with a hum of no tune in particular when Seokjin asks the question: “Will it hurt?” “A tiny bit,” you murmur, “but you’re strong.”

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cxffeeshxp · 27 days ago

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{{ L }} " I...... tsk. " Surge always wanted her doubles to be honest about how they were feeling to her so now it would be hypocritical to do the same. It was infuriating to her, to say the least.

Sonic in general had her feel a certain type of way. Mostly annoyed but years had passed since she first met clash with the blue blur.

She wasn't that same Surge that wanted to burn everything down with Kit as some act of revenge after all. " I don't know what I fuckin' feel. But sure as hell ain't sayin' shit to any blue bitch, a literal blue bitch. "

#cxactin #{ queue }

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ashlan-zeal · 5 years ago

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"He wondered if sanity had completely forsaken him in a land where nightmares and reality existed side-by-side."

Everything was wrong.

Ezra stumbled into the Ghost's cargo area. Ahsoka had left him there as she ran to the cockpit.

Ezra's legs gave out and he fell to his knees. His heartbeat was erratic and he could feel it hammering on his ears. He couldn't breathe. An oppressing overwhelming despair was drowning him. He barely felt the ship shaking as it took off. He stumbled forward, supporting himself on the walls, blindingly moving towards the cabins. Everywhere he turned to look hurt him. Everything was different in a way Hera would have completely disapproved of. He somehow managed to get to Kanan's room, which also was decorated differently. Ezra's body was trembling as he approached the bed and kneeled. His shivering hand opened the secret compartment and...

Kanan's lightsaber and the holocron rolled into the view.

Ezra covered his mouth with his hands, choking back a sorrowful sob.

Ezra.

He failed him.

Ezra.

He was supposed to be there for him.

EZRA!

Ezra snapped out of it and gasped at the strong urging through the Force.

"EZRA! THE TURRETS! NOW!" Ahsoka's voice ordered through the comms.

He tried to swallow but he couldn't, and forced himself up and out of Kanan's room. Ahsoka needed him right now.

"I'm... I'm coming," he said as loudly as he could but came out barely as a strained whisper.

He sat in the turret and... he couldn't remember the rest. He couldn't remember how many TIE fighters he shot down or if he actually hit any. He just allowed instinct and the Force to take over until he noticed the stars and the blue lights of hyperspace. He stared in silence for a second, his hands still tightly gripping the controls of the turret.

Ezra slowly returned to the main corridor where Ahsoka was already waiting for him with a worried look on her face. She said nothing, just staring at him for a long moment. She bit her lip, grabbed a first aid kit on the wall and approached him.

“Let me see….” She gently grabbed his right hand and looked at his arm. Ezra frowned confused until he realized a shot had grassed him and had burned a part of his sleeve. On any other circumstance the pain would have bothered him, but not now... The way he was emotionally hurting was numbing, overwhelming, crushing. This wound was nothing compared to it. He wordlessly stared at the floor as Ahsoka cleaned the wound.

Tears welled in his eyes and he shook his head. The image of Kanan’s yellow eyes wouldn’t leave his mind.

“He wouldn't fall... he would never join the darkside... not Kanan. Not him. He was... he was better than me. He wouldn't be tempted…” Ezra sobbed in denial.

“…” Ahsoka said nothing else as she finished treating his arm, but then Ezra’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“... You said he was dead,” he said, feeling slightly betrayed.

“I thought he was,” Ahsoka said with honesty. Ezra’s lips trembled.

“M-maybe Hera and others are alive too,” Ezra looked up to her with hope.

“Ezra,” Ahsoka said gently but firmly.

“Maybe they are-”

“Ezra... they are gone,” she shook her head. And she was right. Ezra hadn’t even considered until now that the coldness he had felt when reaching out looking for Kanan had been in fact the darkside in his heart instead of his death. The others absences didn’t feel like that. He gritted his teeth trying his best not to break down again.

“I have to save him!”

“He doesn't need saving. He made a choice by joining the Darkside,” she said sadly, trying to make him see reality. “You cannot save someone who doesn’t want saving.”

“NO! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! I know the pull! He was there for me when I needed him the most! He brought me back into the light! I have to-!”

“How? How do you expect to save him?” Ahsoka asked, her eyes hardening. “Talking? Changing his mind? He is something else. He just tried to murder you just like any other Inquisitor would. Ezra, he doesn't know you. This is not the same Kanan you met!”

“He was. He still can be,” he said turning to her. He was not crying anymore. “I'll reach to him. I'll show him.”

Ahsoka’s mouth opened in disbelief realizing what he intended. “You want to get into his head to show him?? Ezra, What you want to attempt is dangerous. He can overpower you and you will be vulnerable instead! You barely have control of your powers.”

“You saw what I did back there... that's how I was! That's how I used to be until I woke up here! I- I just need practice again!”

“You need to let him go. Getting too attached is not the Jedi way,” she carefully warned him, placing her hand on his good shoulder.

“I would gladly give up being a Jedi if that means I can save him,” he glared stepping away from her, but then… his expression softened filled with sadness and looked down, all his anger suddenly gone. “But I know that’s not what Kanan would want,” he bit his lip, tears streaming down his cheeks again. “I know… I know I would have to let him go. I know that’s what he would want. But I’m not ready to do that. I’m not ready to let go. Not yet.”

Ezra looked up at her with begging eyes. “Ahsoka, please, I have to do this. I have to do this or I’ll never forgive myself for not helping him and wondering if I ever could.”

Ahsoka was silently looking at him with worried eyes. She felt her own heart hurting… as if this was too familiar.

“... Even if you show him the man he was, the man he can be, he might still refuse you and attempt to kill you,” she reminded him.

“I know,” he nodded with understanding and a determined look in his bright blue eyes.

She sighed in defeat.

“Were you this frustrating with him too?”

“All the time,” he said with a bittersweet smile.

“Fine... we will practice. But if this doesn’t work out (and you don’t get killed in the process)… you will move on,” she looked at him intently.

“I will,” he said. Or at least he would try.

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“I see. You did well on reporting the presence of the Apprentice immediately,” the Grand Inquisitor said turning from the window looking down at the base’s courtyard.

“I do as you command,” the Inquisitor, the Tenth Brother, the man who used to call himself Kanan Jarrus said almost mechanically. He was kneeling in front of him.

“Now, why would two Jedi want to steal a simple light freighter?” The Grand Inquisitor questioned with interest and was amused at the ripple of concern from his minion.

“I don't know, my Lord.”

The Grand Inquisitor calmly ignited his lightsaber and placed it close to the Tenth Brother’s face. “You dare to lie to me? You know this ship,” he said coldly.

“I thought it was destroyed,” the Tenth Brother said with honesty. “If these two Jedi are working for the Rebellion, it might have an emotional value for them… for what it represents. Perhaps recovering it was to boost their morale?” he offered. There was no way anyone else alive had known about his stuff, so he honestly didn't know what other reason they would have to steal the Ghost. He had assumed the holocron had been destroyed with the Ghost so he never mentioned it to the Grand Inquisitor either.

“Perhaps,” the Grand Inquisitor narrowed his eyes. “The Rebels have been eradicated on most sectors. Tell me, who is this young man?”

“My Lord?”

“The young man,” he hated to repeat himself. He would have to punish him later, but now it was not the time. “I saw the security holos and read the reports. The closest troopers heard him say the name of a dead man as he was dragged away by the Apprentice.”

“I don't who he is. I had never seen him before,” Tenth Brother said tensing, his tone and expression hardening. The Grand Inquisitor stared at him for a few seconds and nodded.

“I believe you. Yet, you failed to stop them. You were defeated so easily,” he sighed in disappointment.

“That was-” the Tenth Brother tried to object but the Grand Inquisitor slapped him. The Grand Inquisitor felt a surge of fury on the Tenth Brother but he knew he couldn’t fight him.

“You let your guard down and he got you beaten in a swift move… tsk tsk. You couldn't do anything about it. You are weak. Pathetic. And here I thought you might have some potential.” He shook his head but grinned showing his sharp teeth. “You know why I sent you here in the first place.”

“To test me,” the Tenth Brother seethed. The Grand Inquisitor nodded and leaned closer to him to whisper something.

“Tell me... Do you want to kill him? The urge must be strong.”

“Yes.”

“And yet, you are forbidden to strike him. Good,” the Grand Inquisitor chuckled and moved away. “Use that hatred. Embrace it and channel it to destroy the Jedi. This is your first test, and so far it is not going well for you.”

“I won't fail you.”

“You better not. So far you have been worthless. I will send the others to search in the neighboring systems. These Jedi shouldn’t be too far away. Stay here. If they have some kind of sentimentality with this ship and that old name… they might return to Lothal. Wait for them and catch them. Do you understand?”

“Yes, My Lord,” the Tenth Brother bowed his head and the Grand Inquisitor left the room.

This was quite the turn of events. The Apprentice and an unknown Jedi had been sighted in Lothal. Lord Vader would want them to focus on finding her. The Grand Inquisitor saw Agent Kallus on the way out and gave him an evil smirk. The human looked pale and doing his best to keep his composure now. The Grand Inquisitor knew why. Four years ago, Kallus’ trap for the Rebels had costed the lives of the Lasat and the Twi’lek. He had sent the Mando girl back to his planet for trial only to learn later she had been executed at arrival. In response, Clan Wren had risen up without any support from other clans and were completely obliterated. The Grand Inquisitor had informed all this to Kanan as he tortured him and saw with extreme pleasure how the last of his will was snuffed out. He wanted to die, but this was not to be. He didn’t deserve to be freed of this torture. This was his fault. Bringing him to Lothal again served to fuel the self-hatred. The Grand Inquisitor wondered if Agent Kallus would ever sleep again now that he recognized the Tenth Brother’s previous identity and gave a small chuckle as he left for his ship.

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After getting rid of anything that might have help to track the ship, Ahsoka and Ezra decided to stay low and train on the ship while things calmed down. Ahsoka knew that they would be hunted so she didn’t want to risk attracting any attention back to Garel.

“Alright,” Ahsoka sighed and sat cross-legged in front of Ezra. “I guess we should start with what you want to show him. I don't think he will ever expect a strong mental intrusion but you need to show him something that he won’t be able to counter easily. Something that takes him completely by surprise.”

Ezra nodded and his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

“Hera,” Ezra nodded with a sad smile. “He loved her. I don’t know much of his time before… but I know Hera was the one who pulled him back into the fight. I can only imagine that losing her was the reason he-...” Ezra couldn’t finish the sentence. He felt his own heart wincing in pain.

“Hn, I understand. It’s a good choice,” Ahsoka offered a small smile. “They were close. He might not have a link with you, but perhaps reminding him of his bond with her might stir something within.”

“Yes, maybe he still has a bond to those memories. He came immediately when we were trying to get the Ghost,” Ezra said hopefully.

“But… he might have thought the ship was destroyed just like I did and now just wanted the Holocron inside,” Ahsoka said pointing out the possibility.

“...Maybe, yeah…” Ezra said with sadness.

“You need to hope for the best but… prepare for the worst,” Ahsoka reminded him touching his shoulder.

“I know,” Ezra looked down, avoiding her eyes. She sighed.

“We will start easy. Clear your mind and try to bring forth a memory of Hera. Once you have master that clarity, the next step would be to try to show it to me without me having to rummage through your mind. Ready?”

“Ready,” Ezra said with resolution.

Weeks passed. Every morning Ezra would wake up with tears on his eyes, barely rested, a pressure on his chest and heart. He couldn’t remember the dream… the nightmare. It all blurred with reality. Ezra could only get the feeling he had been calling to him.

Ezra managed to improve greatly his Force abilities. His mind was focused like he had never done before. He could now prompt the images of his memories to Ahsoka with enough clarity. The last week of training had been to improve against her mental defenses. He needed to be strong enough to bypass them but not so forceful to hurt her mind. Ezra needed to be careful with that.

“We have a problem,” Ahsoka said one day looking over at their plans. “We can’t use the Ghost to return to Lothal to search for him. Even if we change the identification codes, he knows the ship too well. You identified it just by hearing the engines so we have to assume he will do the same. We will need to find a fast ship with enough firepower to break through the blockade if when we have to leave or get discovered.”

“A fast ship with enough firepower?” Ezra blinked realizing something. He had completely forgotten about it until now. “I… I think I know where to get one.”

“We have limited resources, so we will have to steal it,” Ahsoka said crossing her arms a little concerned.

“No. I don’t think we need to steal it. It should be right there for the taking,” Ezra smiled for the first time in weeks. “The Gauntlet. The Nightbrother.”

“Maul’s ship?” she breathed in disbelief. “You know where it is?”

“Yeah… I got it after he-…” he cleared his throat. He didn’t know if Obi Wan was alive here, but he better not lead anyone back. He had the feeling that even here he wouldn’t want to get found out. “When I acquired it, we checked the nav records. The ship had been left on an abandoned base all the while Maul had been stuck in Malachor.”

“He was in Malachor too?”

“Yeah… he was the main reason everything went wrong-... but never mind that,” he shook his head. The least he wanted to do was set a foot on Malachor ever again. “The Inquisitors were hunting him there. If we are lucky, they dealt with him already or… at the very least he’s still stuck there. We should definitely check if the ship is still at that base and just make sure he never gets it back,” he said with a smirk.

“I can get behind that,” Ahsoka smiled back.

Luck smiled them too.

The base was almost completely abandoned, sans a few old security droids. The Gauntlet was not in the best conditions, but Ahsoka was sure they could fix it up in a few days. When that was done, they were ready for their plan. The stealth capabilities of the ship allowed them to slip past the blockade easily and landed away from the city. Ahsoka programmed the ship to come for them at the touch of a button of her comm. Whether they succeeded on bringing Kanan back or not, they would need to run to escape.

“Hide your presence as best as you can,” Ahsoka reminded Ezra, but he had already started to minimize his ripple in the Force. They approached the base and were a little surprised they found Kanan really fast. He was walking around in the open around the perimeter.

“It’s a trap,” Ahsoka whispered. “Somehow they hoped we would come back.”

“It doesn’t matter. He won’t expect what’s coming,” Ezra pressed. He couldn’t turn back now.

“Alright, we will follow the plan,” Ahsoka said. “They will likely have more troopers on the lookout, so I’ll cover you,” she said and left to the opposite side of the courtyard to create a distraction. Ezra waited anxiously. His hands were sweating, shaking. His heart was beating so fast and he could hear it on his ears. He could barely-

Ezra heard the blasters shots some distance away. Ahsoka was up. He peeked behind the crates he was using and immediately saw Kanan igniting his red lightsaber and turning to where the sound was heard.

This was it.

Ezra came out of hiding and called to him.

“KANAN!”

The man glared back and narrowed his eyes. Ezra’s whole body tensed and he felt sick. He had in fact improved so much with the force that now he could easily sense the self-hate and the pain on him. Kanan was destroying himself. He held back a sob in his throat.

“You won’t get away from me this time. I’ll have your head,” the Tenth Brother said with gritted teeth. He half expected the young Jedi to bring up his lightsaber but just like last time, he just stared at him with that helpless expression that bothered him so much. Then, he simply closed his eyes and relaxed while a few tears rolled down. The Inquisitor rushed. “Fine. I’ll just kill-”

Hera looks back with concern. “Kanan?”

“What-?” the Tenth Brother froze in complete bewilderment at the image in his mind.

“Kanan, please,” Hera stops Kanan in the corridor of the Ghost and looks at him intently. She’s worried about something.

His lips trembled. An illusion. IT HAD TO BE AN ILLUSION. He was messing with his head! He attempted to pull up his mental walls, to cut the mental link, but the Jedi had already been expecting that and countered it with more images.

Hera, Sabine, Zeb and even Chopper gather around for a meal in the Ghost with Kanan. They laugh and smile. Hera leans on Kanan’s side. He casually places his arm around her shoulders pulling her closer.

“NO!” the Tenth Brother screamed bringing up his hands to his head trying not to feel, not to feel THIS.

Sabine, older, a woman on her own right, hugging him deciding to stay in Mandalore to help her family. She wouldn’t have come this far without him.

Zeb and him having a laugh, watching each other’s backs during a fight.

Lies. ALL LIES. They had to be illusions! No. This wasn’t real. NONE OF IT!

“Oh no,” Ahsoka’s voice could be heard in the distance. “Ezra! EZRA! WATCH OUT!”

Ezra slipped out just enough of his trance to be more aware of his surroundings and gasped as he saw a red lighstaber swirling towards his face. He leaned back just in time… and just like before, it singed his left cheek. A flare of the memory flashed through his mind, unleashing a flood of images that he was still showing to Kanan.

“NO!” Kanan reached for him as he fell being struck by the Inquisitor on the catwalk.

“I want to be the Jedi you see in me.”

“You’re always there when I need you the most.”

“It’s over now,” he holds him.

“I’ve got you. Go ahead. Let go.”

“KANAN!”

“I’ll always come back.”

He hugged him in the darkness of the cave.

It all happened in the blink of an eye. Both of them fell back stunned by the sudden emotional overload and mental strain. At Kanan’s side, two dark figures approached. The other Inquisitors had been in the base too.

“Tsk… get up,” the Seventh Sister scoffed at the Tenth Brother who was still holding his head in pain trying to clear his mind from the images. He grunted and got up, rage in his eyes and the lightsaber on his hand.

“We gotta go. Ezra,” Ahsoka was already over Ezra in a defensive position as he started to get up. “You promised,” Ahsoka reminded him.

Ezra’s heart was breaking. “Yes,” he barely managed to say and it felt like a stab on his chest. He was too weak to fight, he knew they would try to kill them. Ahsoka called the ship with the comm just as the three Inquisitors attacked her. He held her ground and kept them off Ezra until the ship appeared.

“Now!” she shouted and her and Ezra, who had finally regained a little more of his strength, pushed them back with the Force enough to jump into the open ramp of the gauntlet.

The Tenth Brother noticed how the Jedi looked back one last time at him. Some kind of hope in his eyes.

“I know what it's like to lose someone close and not have anyone.”

His own words. His voice. But he had never said that. This time he managed to shut down the mental link. He saw the tears on the Jedi’s blue eyes as he looked away in pain and disappeared into the ship.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15618783

#Star Wars #Star Wars Rebels #Ezra Bridger #Kanan Jarrus #Ahsoka Tano #Inquisitors #Grand Inquisitor #Fifth Brother #Ninth Sister #fanfic #Chapter 5

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cemo-roid · 5 years ago

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A Strong Resolve, A Brave Choice, And Authorization

...still alive... thank goodness...

From the surging pain on my back, a part of the table might have snapped from the crash just now and got embedded on my back. It was fortunate that it didn’t pierce through my body and stabbed the object... the girl that basically smashed me to this situation

After groaning for a bit, the girl finally opened her eyes, began looking around... and met her eyes with mine

“......great, you’re finally awake”

“......!!!”

“Before you slap me or any cliche thing... please he-huCK, KUHOEH-!?”

The girl’s panicking expression immediately turned serious when she saw me spat out blood. She immediately tried to help me stand up, but I stopped her from grabbing me

“......please. Find a first aid kit and a bandage...”

“...b-but, that kind of-”

“Please”

“.........hold on, okay!?”

She frantically ran around the room and searched for the kit. In the meantime, I slowly exerted strength and tore the jacket I wore before wrapping it around my fist

I had been wearing a red T-shirt, but it might have been painted with a darker color by now...

“H-Here it is! There are antiseptics, painkillers, AED, bandages, IV injections-”

“Can you see... the part I got stabbed on?”

I tried to move, but the pain made me wince. Perhaps noticing that, the girl placed the kit on the ground before she circled to my back, observing my injuries

“...use this. Press it on my wounds”

“......”

“You’re... not afraid of blood, right?”

The girl gently took my torn jacket and gently pressed it on my wounds, slowly exerting more force with each second

“......now, pull out whatever is stabbing me”

“!!!”

“...after pulling it, please use the bandage to wrap my injuries. That way, the blood loss will be minimal”

“...I understand”

She was somewhat hesitant, but obediently grabbed the object and pulled it out of my body

The hollow sensation after the object was pulled could not be called satisfying, but the extreme pain was followed by a slight relief

“...haa... haaa...”

“P-Please don’t move too much! I’ll wrap the bandage around you now...”

After pouring the disinfectant liquid on the bandage, she started to wrap the injuries with her trembling hands. The cold and stinging sensation made me jolt around like an electrocuted frog, but the pain slowly lessened as she piled up the layer of bandages

When she was finished, she pulled out a cold spray and sprayed it all over my injured back

“......thanks”

“This... is merely first aid. You should get a doctor to check your condition!”

“Yeah, that can wait.” I slowly pushed my body to stand up, enduring the terrible injury. “Rather than that, why are you here?”

The girl widened her eyes for a moment, but soon recovered and replied, “what are you talking about? I’m a Roze, it is obvious that-”

“You mean an unauthorized, TRAINEE Roze”

This time, her eyes went so wide it wouldn’t be surprising if her eyeballs popped out. Ignoring her stare, I began to walk limply around the vicinity, searching for a certain object

“H-How did you...”

“If you really are a full-fledged Roze, you should be wearing complete Gears by now.” The tremor caused by the Monster taking steps could be felt from my current position, indicating that it hadn’t gone far. “Head, Armor, Arms, and Legs, the Four Materialization Stages. Seeing how you can only materialize one Gear, you are a new Roze without a Trainer... is that right?”

"..........”

The boss’ table... must be this one, I think?

After reaching the table, I opened the first drawer and, fortunately, found my desired item with my first try

“I-I know I’m just a weak Roze, but-”

“From your clothes, you should be attending the Institute, right?” I cut her short as I pulled the object out and began inputting the numbers. “You should have obtained a portable satellite phone that connected you to the Institute. Contacting a Pairs and providing them with the general situation of the surroundings should be the extent of what you did before you hid in the shelter”

“I KNOW THAT!”

...her sudden shout almost made me drop the object to the floor

“...I know that... but I can’t just stand by and did nothing!”

“You’re not doing nothing”

“Not doing anything and just leave things to the capable people are basically the same as doing nothing for me!” She spoke somewhat deliriously, perhaps even crying a bit as she did. “I am a Roze, and I must help the people and the Town I am living in! I can’t just stand by and let someone take care of it when I can!!”

“And tell me, what’s the result from you handling the Behemoth-Class Monster, on your own?”

".........”

“On the First Stage, it is forbidden for Roze to engage. On the Second and Third, it may be allowed depending on the circumstances and available allies. Only when you reach the Fourth Stage that you are allowed to act alone like this.” I stopped to heave a sigh. “Facing a Behemoth-Class alone while still in the First Stage... it is a miracle that you are still alive now”

After pressing the green button, I placed it the object on the table and walked back to the girl

“Do you know why such rules are made? Because an inexperienced Roze will only increase the number of casualties”

“...I knew that...”

“No, you didn’t. The only thing you knew is to do what YOU ALONE can do. You never considered adding anyone else into the mix, nor did you even think of asking for help from anyone in the scene, who might have been a Trainer or a Roze”

Right after I finished, a terrible static came from the object that I placed on the table. After limply walking back to the table, I grabbed the object... the satellite phone with my hand and pressed the talk button

“Yo, shitty sister. I know you’re there. I need your permission to engage the Behemoth-Class Monster”

“Tsk tsk tsk, that is no way to talk to your elder sister, Sergia.” The voice came with complete clarity, without any static noise in the background. “But sure, you have my OK”

“Great. And send people to the location of this satellite phone, will you? We have people injured from a train-Monster crash”

Not waiting for anything else, I threw the satellite phone as strong as I could, shattering it to pieces

“W...what did you-”

“Prepare yourself, Roze Trainee,” I spoke as I watched the Monster that still wandered outside. “I’m going to show you the wonders of working together, with a Trainer”

#Roze Fighters #Chapter 4 #Volume 1

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diffxrentwxrlds · 2 years ago

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{{ L }} "Tsk, suuure you do, sweetieheart."

Gaia dammit, if only Kit had been here, perhaps then she wouldn't have overloaded her cybernetics. She had to surpass her current limits or future limits if she ever planned to knock that stupid blue fuck off his pedestal, show others he isn't all that... that he isn't some beacon of goodness but some annoying thrill seeker. "I'm fine, worry 'bout yourself just... fuck off."

Despite her rude behavior Surge did found something to sit down on, her breathing uneven and heavy as the rare feeling of fatigue hit her like a truck.

diffxrentwxrlds:

{{ L }} “Don’t fuckin’ patronize me or act like you care ‘bout me.”

Surge had pushed herself to her limits once again, dampening both her powers and healing factor. It took all of her remaining strength just to stand, a feat that still proved quite difficult. Even her higher pain tolerance had failed her currently, every inch of her body was in severe pain, but she wasn’t a bitch… can’t surpass Sonic if she just gave up because of a ‘little’ pain.

“Hey, now, I’m not being patronising- I have a duty of care.” The caracal’s ears fold down a little at the harsh comment that was practically spat back at her. Surge was clearly struggling to remain upright after all of that… Mint stops to evaluate the situation for a moment longer, before sighing.

“Look… The least I can do is ensure that you’re okay.” You could lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it drink. Although the caracal’s concern was genuine, trying to force the fatigued tenrec to seek medical help was… Simply not an option.

“Just– Just sit down for a few minutes… You can leave after that.” Any amount of rest, even if it were only a few minutes, would be better than nothing & allowing Surge to continue to push herself beyond exhaustion. “I promise.”

#caracalclaws #{ mobile }#{ queue }

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gasters-story · 7 years ago

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Chapter 6

Word Count: 2,278

Vedran was checking on the small crack from Gaster being knocked over. He leans in to get a closer look at it. “Is it getting any bigger? Any noticeable chipping?” Gaster shakes his head no. “Lets just hope it doesn’t get any bigger. It may affect your vision in the eye it’s above.” Vedran leans back from checking, relaxing a bit. He normally did this for Gaster’s health, not wanting it to be any worse.

It has been a while. The human leader before died and had lost most of his determination he had due to depression that had caused him to give up on a lot, and his son became his replacement. They have a different political system than monsters. It’s based mostly on soul type. For reasons, the person with the most determination is leader. If it lowers during your reign, you will be replaced until it goes back up enough.

With the new leader came… Issues at the lab, mainly for Gaster. Things got rougher for him. Everything seemed to get worse, making the perseverance in his soul grow though. He held on as best as he could, even through the pain.

Vedran had offered pain pills before to Gaster, but he would always rejected them, saying he’ll be fine. Now, though, he will ask for them a lot. It helped after experiments, so Vedran always made sure to bring some now. Gaster was extremely grateful, not realizing until the first time how useful they were. He always thanked him each time he gave him them. After taking them, he’ll lay down to rest a bit. Vedran would watch and make sure to wake him up before he got in trouble if he did fall asleep.

The new leader’s first experiment for Gaster that he decided was a handplate, forced to be drilled into Gaster’s left hand. Vedran is still mad about it, saying it was not supposed to happen and was never discussed at a meeting, but Gaster would just stare at and read it, not to bothered to be mad besides when it was drilled. ’S-0, AWD’ was carved into the iron. He didn’t know what it meant, besides the top words being Subject-0. The bottom initials, he guessed, didn’t make too much sense.

The “memory issues” also noticeably kicked up with the new leader too. Gaster hated it. He would remember something happening, but Vedran wouldn’t. The day wouldn’t have changed either. Sometimes it’s midday when it happens. He dealt with it for almost a year now, and it had no pattern or warning.

With wanting to figure out what is happening, he started to sneak around, looking for answers somewhere in the lab. He knew he could get in serious trouble, but it’s not like anything could get any worse, right? It was his only hope to solve the mystery of what happened. He wanted to know, no, he needed to know. At least, it felt like it for him.

Vedran had left just a bit ago after checking up on him, so Gaster was now sneaking around using teleportation and taking careful steps, making sure to be careful around each corner. If even Vedran found him he would scold him and tell him to go back, so this was a secret to keep to himself for once, and why he waited for him to leave. It wasn’t long before he came across a few scientists, two specifically talking to each other. He listened from around a corner, back to the wall.

“A lot of lives are going to be saved with the new leader, more than the last!” One says. Both of them are smiling, without a care it seems as their conversation continues.

“You mean with the resets being for almost everyone? Unlike in March when the leader’s close friend died?” The other asks, making Gaster’s eye lights widen in shock. Resets…?

“Yeah! Sure, we will have to repeat days a lot more, but humans can just remember and repeat. Not too big of a deal. Monsters won’t remember, but they’ll just continue normally anyways.” The one agrees, and it starts to click for Gaster. The humans were behind this. The leader has caused the day to restart. He somehow remembers… It clicked again. I’m half monster and half human.

“W-what-” Gaster breathes out in shock by accident, making them turn their heads his way. He freezes in fear when he realizes, only to be grabbed by the arm and dragged out suddenly.

“How much did you hear?!” One barks at him, staring him dead in the face. His face was an angry scowl versus Gaster’s scared one.

“I-I o-only just got here!” He lies in a panic, trying to get the scientist to let go. The scientist just gripped harder and the other walked up to them from the side.

“How are you out of your room?! You shouldn’t be able to get out without help!” He grabbed him by his shirt and a bit of his scarf, forcing Gaster to be lifted up a bit where he has to be on the tip of his toes to touch the ground, not even letting go of his arm.

“I-i- don’t know-!” They slammed him against the wall, growling. He grunted, sure he heard something crack.

“We are taking you back to your room, and you will not leave again unless told to, got it?!” The one yells at him, making him tear up as he nods. He got his information… but was it really worth it?

Their grip loosened, but they threw him forward, causing him to fall on the floor, unable to get a good grip and stand before it happened. He picked himself up a bit, noticing the red crowding the top of his vision. He put a hand to his eye, feeling the crack above it. The crack had climbed up his skull higher. No- He felt a bit of panic surge through him, as he put his hand down to see red on it. He whimpered and fully stood up, beginning to walk back to the cell.

The scientist followed behind, confused on how they had to unlock the cell and put him in, even though he got out. They shrugged it off, walking away, only to come back a bit later with a first aid kit. “Clean yourself up.” One of them says, tossing it over to Gaster, who catches it.

He’s shocked at first, but appreciates it. “U-um t-thank you…” he says, looking down and opening it. Vedran had taught him how to use one just in case, luckily.

“Tsk.” The one makes an annoyed grin before walking off with the other directly behind, who also looked a bit annoyed. Gaster ignores it and sits down. He begins to use the stuff on himself, being careful with the now bigger crack.

It wasn’t long before Vedran came along, seeing into the cell and noticing. He opens the cell, face showing anger, worry, and a bit of panic. “What happened?!” He walks over, kneels down in front of Gaster, begins to use the first aid kit on him as well.

“I got knocked over again…” Vedran sighs at his answer, a bit confused by it too.

“Did they come to you looking angry? I only left for a little while…” They couldn’t have done an experiment. Vedran knew that well since they took a while to do in the first place.

“N-no…” Gaster was hesitant to say the rest. He didn’t want Vedran mad at him.

“Then why? There is some reason this happened.” Vedran wiped the blood away as best he could, disinfecting as well before beginning to wrap the crack up. Gaster winced as the disinfectant stung.

“I-” Should he say? Vedran won’t be too mad… would he…? “I got out of the cell on purpose to search the lab for answers…” He mumbled, starting to tear up with regret. Vedran paused what he was doing for a moment, causing Gaster to have a slight panic.

“Wingdin, did you teleport around the lab when I told you it wasn’t wise…?” Vedran asks slowly. Gaster took a minute to answer.

“Y-yes…” He finally stated. His voice sounded choked up as he tried not to cry. It wasn’t worth it anymore. He shouldn’t have done it. “I’m s-sorry…” He grabbed his scarf with both his hands and used it to bury his face out of shame and regret. “I-I’m so sorry…” Vedran continued what he was doing again. “I just wanted to see what was going on with the time stuff!” Vedran sighed.

“Wingdin, I told you not to worry about that.” Vedran finally replied. Gaster was shaking by now, out of fear mostly.

Gaster quickly lowers his scarf a bit from his face, still held up by his hands. “But Vedr-!” He cut Gaster off, to his surprise.

“Wingdin Gaster!” Vedran called his full name, making him shrink back and shut up. He dropped his scarf to hang loosely around his neck, looking down at it. Vedran took a deep breath before saying anything more. “Look, I’ve been trying to figure it out as well. Whether it be something to do with your species or a flaw in your revival, I have no clue what is making you have things like this happen to you.”

“I know why…” Gaster mumbled out, staring down at his scarf. He played with the scarf, using it as a fidget tool for his hands. Vedran stared at him wide eyed, a bit too shocked to speak. “That’s why they threw me to the ground. I found out their power as humans.” He finally looks up, staring directly at Vedran. “They are resetting the days.” Vedran had to take a minute to recollect himself, stopping what he was doing.

“What do yo- how??” He was confused, but Gaster seemed to understand it better than the person who teaches him things, having experienced it himself.

“Monsters can’t remember the resetted days apparently. I don’t know why… but it may be because they have weaker souls like you told me.” He put a hand to his chest, directly in the location of where his abnormal soul rest in his ribcage, and closed his eyes. “I may have been titled as a ‘monster’ to many, but that’s not fully me. I’m half and half.”

Vedran didn’t need to think on this. He knew he was right, as much as it doesn’t seem as obvious as it probably should. He still had some human qualities, not many, but some. Slightly slow healing for when he had lower levels of magic… The purple colored glow around his soul… His soul is theorized to last a while after death… Also being able to remember resets, apparently.

“That may be so… And sheds new light on what humans are capable of…” Vedran says and Gaster opens his eyes back up, putting his hand down.

“Do you not know they can do that? I expected you did… they just didn’t want me to know. Then again your reactions make sense…” He looks down at his hands, now in his lap. “So they don’t tell the monsters…?”

Vedran sighs. “Apparently not, and I would probably end up in a situation worse than you if they know that I know…” He glances to the side. “Way worse…”

Gaster looks back up at Vedran, who looks back at Gaster. “So we tell no one and let know one know! I don’t want you hurt over my stupid choices.” Gaster explains. “They know I know, but they shouldn’t know I told you. Let them punish me for it, not you.”

Vedran gives a sympathetic look, not really wanting what is going to probably happen to Gaster just for this. “Fine. I’ll try my best to help you out. I'm… not sure what I can do, though, until it happens…”

Gaster gives a smile. “It’s fine! I can deal even if it gets worse! I’ve dealt for a four years and almost 5 now! And as you said, I’m a soul of perseverance, no?” Vedran couldn’t help but smile back.

“Right.” He agrees, letting out a sigh. Inside, he was still a bit panicky, but he hid it from Gaster, not wanting him to worry either, so he just continued helping Gaster’s crack, using healing magic a bit on it.

This power of humans scared Vedran of them more now. He always had a fear of them, and it didn’t help some brat kid decided to throw rocks at him and end up leaving a small scar above his left eye. Some kid with black hair got the other to stop, but they ended up arguing. That was… Six years ago? The kids seemed like middle schoolers too.

Vedran finally finished, looking at it a bit to make sure it was done properly, and then starts to put the kit away. Gaster takes some wipes quickly from it first, wiping the blood off his hand from earlier. Made him notice his hands were a bit scratched, but it would heal. Vedran puts the kit away, taking the wipes to throw away later when he got the chance. For now, he set them on top of the kit.

“How about we get you learning more things? We still have a few things you haven’t learned yet.” Vedran offers, hoping to lighten the mood, and it worked. Gaster perked up.

“Sure!” He exclaimed and Vedran got a 11th grade science book. Back to this normal schedule of Vedran teaching him. It was nice…

But what happened later, was something Gaster never expected…

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#gaster #vedran #chapter 6 #fanstory #story #gaster's story #undertale #headcanon #lab arc

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