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voxmortuus · 3 years ago

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Hey! Wondering if you could do a Dom!Jason Dean x fem!reader? Where she tried to go to the police and JD kidnaps her? Degrading, warnings of murder, and blood play? Please? I really like your writing.

PAIRING: Dom!Jason Dean x Fem!Reader

UNIVERSE: Heathers

WORDS: 780

SUMMARY/PROMPT: See above <3

NOTE: Sorry if this isn’t what you expected, I’m hoping this finds you well love! I'M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO GET OUT!!!

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Crazy: adjective, noun, and adverb. Meaning? Unusually offensive, showing as mentally unstable, unable to think clearly or sensibly, wild and uncontrollable. As a noun, it means one who acts crazy, and as an adverb, it means something is crazy good. Synonyms: Adjective: absurd, bizarre, fanciful, fantastic (also fantastical), foolish, insane, nonsensical, preposterous, unreal, wild. Synonyms: Noun: bug, crackbrain, fool, fruitcake, head case, loon, loony, lunatic, maniac, nut, nutcase, nutter [British slang], psycho, psychopath, sickie, sicko, wacko (also whacko).

All of these things are JD to a T. Unstable, wild, and uncontrollable. And yet, somehow in my clouded judgment, I think he's fantastic! But something has to give- something has to turn around and put JD in his place. We can't keep doing this, getting away with these crimes against innocent people. Though he would tell me that I am likely being irrational and that they aren't really innocuous. What if he's right? What if he's actually onto something?

Sitting in your living room, you're looking at your phone. You hear JD in your head. "Don't do it." he says. "You know better." he tells you. His voice playing over and over again in your head. You stand up and begin to pace in front of the phone. Taking in a deep breath, you reach for the telephone and dial 9-1-1, and wait. When they pick up, you start telling them you need to report crimes. When they start asking for details, your phone starts to make the sound of a dial tone.

You look around and find JD on the other side of the wall, and he shakes his head.

"I warned you, Y/N. You shouldn't have done that." He sighs, and grabs you by your hair, and drags you out of your house. You begin to kick and scream. JD stops and looks down at you with such a heavy sigh and a shake of his head. "That's not going to get you anywhere. Now, shut up, and be a good girl, yeah?"

At this moment, you hate him- you despise him. He throws you in his trunk and drives off. Screaming, punching, and kicking at the car, he turns up the volume of the music and does a break check to jolt the car to get you to stop. Defeated, you close your eyes and just pray he doesn't kill you two like he murdered those girls.

The looks of horror on their faces when he shot them, the sounds of their screams, the sounds of their silence as they hit the floor. The blood that had begun to pool around them. You tense and close your eyes, letting out a heavy breath.

Finally, the car stops. He lifts the trunk door and looks over you. "Don't make me kill you too." He asserted, licking his lips and pulling you from the trunk.

You nod and follow him into this building. With some quick-acting, he handcuffed you to the pole in the center of the abandoned building. You look over at him, you clench your jaw and snarl, you want to scream, but chances are, knowing JD, that wouldn't make a bit of difference. He clearly thought this out, and it infuriated you.

JD smirks and makes his way over to you. "You know, Y/N, you can never leave me. You're mine now. I can do whatever I'd like. Whenever I'd like. I can slice and dice ya. I can fuck you into next week... oh, the possibilities." He smirked.

You bite your lip, shaking your head, your eyes well in tears, and you bite your lip hard enough it starts to bleed, dripping down your chin. He looks over your face. "I love it when you cry." The closer he gets to you, the more you want to back up, but you can't.

You close your eyes and turn your face away- so you're not looking at him. He grips your jaw and leans in, and licks the blood from your chin. With a smirk and a manic laugh he takes the knife from his back pocket and cuts you along your collarbone and licks at the blood that begins to pool. He groans, which causes you to groan.

"That's it, pretty girl, enjoy it. Embrace it." He purrs against your ear as his hands work at your clothing. Your free hand finds its way to his excited bulge and you chuckle.

"You're fucking crazy JD."

"But I'm your crazy... Pretend to be scared, you get so wet when you do. Crazy little slut you." He mused.

"Am I your crazy slut?" You ask.

"My filthy slut." He smirks against your skin licking at your blood again.

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bucks-metal-arm19 · 3 years ago

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Nightmares and Love-Making

Paring: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Daddy kink, talk of nightmares, cursing, voyeurism, dirty talk, face sitting, squirting, slight praise kink, slight degradation, unprotected sex, let me know if I missed anything!

18+ only!

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: Welcome to my first Bucky Barnes one-shot! This stems from the fact that I couldn't find the smut I wanted so I just wrote it myself. I hope you like it! As always, it isn't looked over so all mistakes are my own :)

You caught him at a bad time- in the middle of what seemed to be a horrific nightmare as he slept on his makeshift bed on the floor. You knew he couldn't sleep in his normal bed in his normal bedroom, and you knew that the king-sized mattress was still adorned with the solid black fabric set you had gotten for him as his first official birthday present. He told you, one night as the two of you escaped to the roof of Stark tower, that the bed made him feel like he was getting swallowed alive. He was used to sleeping on a solid floor, with the thinnest blanket one could find and so that's what he did at his own home. home- he was still getting used to even having a home.

“Buck? Bucky, wake up! It’s a dream, just a dream! JAMES, WAKE UP!” You hollered, having dropped your stuff at the door and running to collapse on your knees next to the man as you urged him to wake up.

“Wh-what? J-just a dream?” He had finally quit shaking, and became coherent enough to realize that he was no longer at the HYDRA base, and was, in fact, in his own apartment with you holding him close to your chest.

“Yes, just a dream. I promise, you’re okay.” His fingers were clutching the arm you had draped across his midsection and you knew that his vibranium fingers would be leaving imprints on your skin for you to wear for the coming week.

“I thought...I thought...they had taken you. Hurt you. And I couldn't stop them. Could hear you screaming for me and I was powerless to fight all of them off. I couldn't...I couldn't save you.” He was sobbing, moans of a broken man being screamed into your skin as he clutched you like a lifeline. Your heart broke as you held him, quietly cooing and stroking his hair as you waited for him to come back to you.

It didn't happen though; instead, his body steeled in a form of mental resolve and suddenly you were under him. Your back was laid flat against the cold wood of the floor and your hands were pinned above your head. You didn't even have time to gasp audibly as he nudged your thighs apart and settled between them so that they had to wrap around his waist. You wanted to fear him, could feel your mind racing to find ways to get out from his grasp, but you were curious to see what would happen with this new side of Bucky. Almost feral with the way that he was panting, eyes darker than coal as he stared you down like you were his prey.

“You will not be taken from me, you are mine. Do you hear me? No one will ever take you from me.” Bucky’s voice had dropped ten octaves between words, and you would be lying if you said that it did not make your heart skip a beat in anticipation.

“I’m yours, Buck. Forever.” You promised, licking your lips that had suddenly become dry.

“Say it again.” He growled, deep in his chest, as he leaned down to nuzzle against your collarbone and breathe in your scent.

Your head fell back in submission, allowing him to press feather-light kisses and bruising bites against your throat as you murmured, “I’m yours, Bucky Barnes. Always.”

“Yes, you are, sweetheart.” He had you flipped to your stomach in a second, with your arms still above your head.

“What are you gonna do to me, Buck?” You whispered, but you knew that he could hear you.

“I’m going to ruin you, princess. Gonna absolutely fuckin’ ravish you until the only words you know are ‘please’ and ‘daddy.’ Gonna make you cum on my cock until you're crying, oversensitive, and begging me to stop. But you’re a good girl, my good girl, and you’ll take all of it until I fill you full of my cum. Then I’m going to run you a warm bath in my tub and I’m going to take care of you. Nurse your aches and lotion your bruises and then cradle you in my arms as we both drift to sleep. Does that sound good to you?” You can hear the cheekiness in his tone, but it’s laced with authority and you knew better than to deny him. Besides, everything he just said sounded wonderful and so you nodded your agreement.

“Words, princess. Use them.” He ordered, the grip on your wrists tightening in warning.

“Yes, Daddy.” You obliged, and the dark chuckle that erupted from his throat held a sinful promise.

“Wonderful.” That old-time drawl curled around the single word and suddenly you were resting on your elbows with your ass in the air.

Your stomach clenched and you could feel your pussy pulsate as arousal began to collect in your panties. Buck was still draped over your back, and he was rubbing his growing erection over the fabric of his cotton sweats while he contemplated what he wanted to do to you first. It was only a moment, but the single beat of a second was all he needed before he had your jeans around your ankles and had settled on his back between your spread thighs.

“What are yo-” you began to question, but the words were cut off as each of his ten fingers wrapped around hips and he yanked you down so that his mouth and nose were buried within your cloth-covered cunt.

You heard him take a deep inhale through his nose and he let out the filthiest, bone-melting groan that you had ever heard him utter. Your nipples pebbled instantly beneath your lace bra and your eyes fluttered closed as you heard him chuckle once more.

“God, you smell fuckin’ delicious, kitten. All wet and warm, just for me.” His nose nudged against your swollen clit as he licked a broad stripe up over your slit once and then again before using his teeth to yank the sodden fabric to the side so he could taste you properly.

A shudder wracked through your body from the crown of your head to the tips of your toes as he continued his licks, collecting all of your wetness on his tongue and fucking his tongue into your leaking hole as his nose connected to rub up against your sensitive clit.

“Oh fuck, Bucky. Christ.” You whined, rocking your hips against his face without meaning to but the way he was gripping your hips and tugging you closer told you that he didn't mind the possibility of suffocation.

“Can't wait to be buried inside this tight, sweet cunt.” Buck snarled, using the hold he had on you to flip you onto your back. He thought ahead- as always- and made sure that your head would be safe as it fell against his pile of pillows on the floor.

“Then bury yourself, Daddy. Fuck me.” You husked out, pupils blown wide in lust and adoration as you continued to fuck yourself onto his tongue.

“Not yet, doll. Want you to cum on my face first. Damn near suffocate between these gorgeous thighs.” He ordered, eyes blazing as he gazed at you from between your legs.

“Okay, Daddy.” You nodded, fingers clutching and clawing at your still-covered tits while you chased the high building inside your body.

White-hot heat began radiating from your fingers first, and then your limbs, and then from every inch of your body as you threw yourself over the edge of your orgasm and came undone as you rode Buck’s face like it was the best thing you had ever experienced. And it was- each orgasm he gave you always outdid the last.

“You’re so beautiful when you come, kitten. But you’re not done yet.” Buck finally managed to say as he untangled himself from your jeans and clenching thighs so he was standing before you in all of his glory.

“Are you gonna fuck me now, Daddy? Gonna use your cock and fill me up so I can help you forget all your worries?” You grinned up at him, still panting as you came down from your first orgasm of the night.

“Yes, princess. I am.” His tone held no malice, and his eyes were watching you with lustful enjoyment as he mentally cataloged the image of you like this to his brain.

“Then fuck me, already.” You taunted, leaning up just enough to yank your shirt over your head and then followed it with your bralette so you were finally bare beneath him.

“You don't make the orders, you take them. Do NOT forget that.” The mirth that had overtaken him left suddenly and he was back on you in a second, sweats gone as he pinned you to the floor with no exertion given on his part.

“Yes, Daddy.” You nodded, grinning as if you had won the lottery as your legs wrapped around Bucky’s waist once more.

“Now you’re gonna take my cock, kitten. It’s what you wanted, right?” He was back to nosing against your neck, as if the past ten minutes had not just occurred.

“If you think you can do it.” You taunted once more, ankles digging into the skin right above the base of his spine so you could rut against him like a dog in heat, absolutely no shame in your body as you used him for the friction you needed to get off.

“Is that how you want to play it? Fine.” He shrugged, as if you had just spoken about the weather, but the single motion he used had you back on your hands and knees in an instant.

“I don't think I can do it.” Buck began to speak as he kicked your legs apart once more, metal hand pressing down on the small of your back so the arch you held deepened and you were presented to him like an offering.

“I know I can.” And he slid inside you to the hilt, a single thrust that glided through your folds like butter and all thanks to the spit and arousal he created as he had eaten you out like his last meal.

Your mind blanked in an instant and a groan ripped out of your throat that sounded foreign to your own ears but sounded like the best kind of music to Bucky. You collapsed to your elbows, head falling to rest against the single blanket that Buck slept with when you weren't here.

“Ah, ah- no, you don't.” Bucky tutted between his teeth, flesh hand reaching forward to grab a fistful of your hair and wrap it around his fingers before pulling back so you were back onto your hands and could watch him through the mirror that sat adjacent from you.

“Look at you, kitten. Covered in hickies and bruises and panting like a whore in heat. And yet, you’re taking my cock so well. So fuckin’ tight and WARM, just like the first time we had sex. Your pretty pussy, stretching around my thick cock as I fuck you into oblivion. Absolutely ravishing.” Bucky always got mouthy when he was lost in your shared passion, and it did things to you that you couldn't explain.

“Keep your eyes on me while I make you fall apart.” He ordered, using the grip he had on your hip and the hold he had of your hair to fuck you like his life depended on it.

“Yes, Sarge.” You grinned wickedly as you saw his lips turn up into a leer, knowing full-well what that name did to him.

“Call me that again.” Bucky growled, letting go over your hair so he could lean forward over your frame to get a hand between your thighs to rub against your still swollen, sensitive clit.

“Make me cum, Sergeant Barnes. Please.” You tacked on the last word for good measure, already feeling the familiar tendrils of heat curl around your lips and rush through your veins as he pounded into you with wild abandon.

The clack clack clacking that his dog tags made against his chest after every move simply spurred him on, as if he was racing them for every thrust he made into your pussy, claiming it as his own. As if you ever even thought to let another man near it. He’d kill them before they even thought that they had a chance with you, and you both knew it. More often than not, he forgets that he’s even wearing them, but he knew that they were a kink of yours and he thanked every god he could think of that he wears them when he’s got you begging underneath him. Begging to cum, begging for harder, begging for faster, begging for Daddy to make her forget her own name while he buries himself inside her. Begging to be used and degraded and taunted and shown off like a prize that only he gets to win. Every moment of every minute of every day, from the moment they met until the end of time. And he loved every single damn second of it.

He was grunting, groaning, panting, cursing every word under the Sun as he rubbed tight circles into your wet clit while he sheathed himself inside you over and over and ov-, “FUCK!”

You came without warning, the damn bursting inside your pussy as you fell to your elbows once more while absolutely drenching his cock as you squirted for the first time. Shudders were wracking your body as you cursed and moaned and whined out Bucky’s name, vision turning black as you lost all sense of time during your orgasm. Your cunt turned into a vice on Bucky’s cock and it made him see God as he gave you one, two, three strokes before burying himself deep inside you and cumming in thick ropes across your hot, tight walls.

He fell on top of you, losing all muscle usage as pleasure roared through his body like he had never experienced before. He had enough sense to cushion you from the force of his body, but that was all he could offer as he rode out the waves of the most intense orgasm of his life. You managed to come to your senses first, and gently pulled away from Bucky so he could begin to come to his own bearings.

“That was...that was...wow.” You mumbled, vision still blurry as you threatened to pass out from too much mental and physical stimulus all at once.

“Well, it’s not begging but it is a nice Segway. Ready for that bath?” Bucky was able to stitch together a coherent sentence faster than you thought he would and you couldn't help but laugh in both amusement and amazement that this wonderful man was all yours. Even if he did fuck you senseless. Literally.

“I love you, Bucky Barnes. Always.”

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goldenavenger02 · 3 years ago

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I can't be alone with all that's on my mind

But the hatred took over, after all. He should've been the green ninja. He should've been the one who was chosen to defeat The Overlord. "I don't want to control it! This isn't anything I don't already feel!"

Takes place after The Forgotten Element

•••

Kai's stomach convulsed as he gripped onto the toilet seat tightly, his knuckles going white.

As soon as the horror had sunk in that Skylor and Lloyd were injured by his greed and that Skylor had been taken, he had bolted to the bathroom and barely made it to the toilet in time before his stomach spilled over.

Which brought him to where he was now, bent over sick in the small bathroom just outside of the main room.

•••

"You have to destroy the staff, Kai!" Lloyd pleaded, running up to him as he continued to blast Chen's lackies.

"Chen was right! This thing's awesome!"

"Kai, it holds too much power! Destroy it!" He heard Lloyd say to someone "if we don't get that staff out of his hands-!"

"No one is taking my staff!" He yelled, anger in his voice. This was his now. He deserved it, after all. Lloyd just wanted to be the special one again. "You had all the power, now it's my turn!"

He shook the thoughts out of his head briefly, glaring at the offending object. "What am I saying? I can't… I can't control it!"

"No, Kai! Don't!" Lloyd pleaded, his arm in front of Skylor. A pathetic attempt to stop him, really, as he started to use the powers, the rush flowing through his body

"I should've been the green ninja!"

And with that, he launched the blast, watching the terror in their faces. He relished it with a grin.

•••

"Kai?" A voice broke him out of his thoughts, resulting in a shudder. He couldn't quite place who it was, but then it came again. "Kai, can I come in?"

A cough cut him off from responding to Cole, but he swallowed it back. "Yeah."

The door opened and Cole sat on the floor next to him, setting his hand against his back, "FSM, you're sweating through your gi." He heard him mutter under his breath, "I brought some water if you're up to it."

Kai shook his head; he wasn't very nauseous anymore, but he also wasn't sure he could keep anything down just yet since the nausea was now being replaced by the sinking feeling of guilt.

"Sensei G's got Lloyd," Cole spoke, clearly knowing exactly what Kai was thinking, "He's got some burns, and he's kinda weak from the whole "powers being sucked out of him" thing, but he's gonna be okay."

Kai nodded, but then the second thought came to his head. 'Nya still thinks I betrayed her and everyone else.'

Once again, Cole cut him off before he could even speak. "Lloyd explained the whole thing, they're not mad. Nya said your plan was dumb, but that was it."

Kai couldn't hold back his chuckle at the mental image of Nya critiquing his plan, but it was short-lived. 'Skylor's still hurt. And missing.'

"No one blames you, you did what you thought was right." Cole spoke softly, gently setting his hand on Kai's shoulder, who finally mustered up the strength to move away from the toilet and take the cup of water from Cole's hand, muttering under his breath as he drank.

"Don't think telling Lloyd that I should've been the green ninja before blasting him was right."

"You weren't in your right mind, the staff-"

"The staff brought out my subconscious thoughts that I've had since we found out about the prophecy." Kai interrupted, setting the empty glass down on the floor.

"The staff makes one greedy, power hungry. I don't know how it does it, but it obviously does. The reason it had no effect on Chen was because the dude was already cuckoo for cocoa puffs," Kai couldn't hold back a snort at the ridiculous phrasing, "and if you don't believe me, you can go ask Lloyd for his two cents."

Kai sighed. He knew he should talk to Lloyd, at least see that he was okay for himself, but at the same time, he had hurt Lloyd, the one he swore to protect when he was fully aware of what he was doing.

"It's up to you. Alternatively, you could help us try to find Chen, but considering you just threw up your guts, I'd go with the safer choice of talking to Lloyd."

Kai used the wall to pull himself to his feet, hitting the knob on the toilet before allowing Cole to support some of his weight since his legs were still shaking before speaking.

"Take me to Lloyd."

•••

Lloyd winced as Nya wiped at the cut on the side of his cheek.

While most of his injuries were from his fight with Chen, that one had occurred when the jet crashed into the basement and the staff hit him across the face as it flew out of Kai's hand.

Although, if he was being completely honest, he didn't remember much of the whole situation.

•••

Lloyd winced as he was pulled to his feet by two of the lackies who kept referring to themselves as Kapow and Chop, his side throbbing horrendously from his fight with Chen.

Despite trying to fight back, he was weak both physically and emotionally, not to mention the vengestone keeping his hands behind his back.

As he was forced down the halls and the echoes of the large serpent hit his ears, he fought back the tears that wanted to stream down his face.

'How could Kai do this? How could he hurt the team like this?' He tried to push back the selfish thought of 'how could he hurt me like this?' and tried to replace it with 'how could he do this to Nya?' but he couldn't do it.

As the chanting grew louder, he tried one more time to break out of the two men's hold, but one just kicked him in the leg, forcing him forward into the large room all four of them had snuck into on their first night here.

But Cole and Jay were nowhere to be seen, and as he looked at Chen, Clouse and Skylor who were surrounded by guards, he swallowed harshly, seeing Kai standing next to them.

The chanting rang in his ears as he was forced to kneel, the vengestone quickly being replaced by two giant chains attached to the floor.

He looked up as footsteps approached, seeing Kai grow nearer; the sadness and fury consumed him as he demanded, his voice thick with tears. "Why would you help them?"

"Don't worry," Kai insisted in a hushed tone, but as Clouse approached, he raised his voice, "it won't hurt. Much." Before walking away from him with a cackle, the chanting stopped altogether.

Lloyd watched as Skylor offered herself willingly to the spell, a pit growing in his stomach as she cried out in agony.

He had to shut his eyes.

But the cries stopped shortly afterwards and he opened his eyes, only to see Chen approaching him with a wicked grin on his face and his stomach dropped in fear.

"And now for the final element," the staff was pointed towards him and out of the corner of his eye, Lloyd saw Kai turn away, "only one can remain."

The white light surrounded him, and he was immediately hit with a searing pain in his chest that sent him to his knees before forcing a scream from his throat.

It was over fairly quickly, but he collapsed onto his hands and knees, trying to regain his breath as his body, now weaker than ever and heaved harshly.

•••

"Alright, that's the last injury," Nya announced, bringing Lloyd out of his thought process to see a joking smile on her face, "unless you're hiding something from me."

"No, you got everything. Thank you." Lloyd smiled softly, receiving a hand in his hair and he couldn't hold back his laughter because of just how normal that was.

"I'm gonna go help them find Chen, but your dad is right outside if you need anything. Get some rest."

Lloyd nodded, watching as Nya exited the room before laying down on his back, biting back the sharpness of the bruising from where he was thrown by Chen with his own abilities directly into the leaderboard.

The pain dulled out enough for him to close his eyes and try to let sleep take him when the door opened and two sets of slow footsteps approached him.

He couldn't stop from flinching due to the sting as a hand gently touched his burned wrist, but he instantly regretted it when he heard the voice. "Lloyd? Are you awake?"

'Kai'

Lloyd opened his eyes, blinking away the blurriness to see Cole and Kai standing over him. "Yeah, I'm awake," he noticed the guilty look on Kai's face, as well as the paleness, "you okay?"

"I should be the one asking you that."

"I will be," Lloyd nodded, getting a good look at Kai's face and already knowing that if he was gonna get any information out of him, they needed to be alone, "Cole, can you-"

"Yeah, I need to talk to your dad anyways," Cole smiled, winking to ensure he got the hint before making his way out of the room.

The door barely closed before Kai spoke up, "Lloyd, I am so sorry about all of this."

"You did what you thought was best, I can't blame-" Lloyd started, but he was cut off quickly.

"I meant the staff."

'Oh'

"Kai, that wasn't your fault-"

"I could have killed you!" Kai shouted, cutting Lloyd off again, "I could've killed you and Skylor, I said things to you that I haven't believed in years!" He had tears coming down his face now even though his cheeks were still red with frustration, "I hurt Skylor, I hurt Nya… I hurt you."

Lloyd wasn't thinking when he wrapped his arms around him, all he knew in that moment was that he needed Kai to stop crying, to stop feeling so bad for something that wasn't even his fault.

He felt hot tears soaking his shoulder as Kai's body shook against him, like he had been holding this in for a long time. 'How do I make him see that it isn't his fault?'

•••

Garmadon wasn't sure what he was expecting when Kai came out of the small room that his son was currently residing in while he recovered.

He definitely wasn't expecting him to come out with tears in his eyes and bright red cheeks though.

"Kai, are you alright?" He asked softly, in order to avoid startling the obviously in distress teenager.

"Yeah," he stopped to wipe his face on his sleeve, "yeah, I'm okay?"

Garmadon raised an eyebrow before motioning him closer. "Take a walk with me, Kai."

"No, you need to stay with Lloyd-"

"Just down the hall and back," Garmadon didn't like the idea of leaving his son, but he also knew that the majority of the elemental masters were nearby, and if there was an emergency, they would be informed before anything could happen to Lloyd, "Lloyd will be fine."

Kai relented after that and the two of them started walking at a steady pace with only the silence lingering in between them.

"You know, Kai," Garmadon spoke softly, watching as the fire elemental's gaze met his, "when I was bitten, I did a lot of things that I didn't have control over. I became corrupted and hurt a lot of people I care about. My brother, my wife, you four ninja, even Lloyd."

Garmadon heard Kai's breath hitch and saw a few tears forming in his eyes. "But after my son saved me, you all forgave me even though I didn't feel as though I deserved it. I still don't know how all of you did that so easily."

"Well, if it makes you feel better, it took me awhile to forgive you for all of that." Kai said in a joking tone, even if his voice was thick from crying and the tear stains on his cheeks were becoming fresh again.

Garmadon shot him a soft smile before continuing, "there are things in this world that we cannot control, things that have to balance out. Although it takes time to heal from those things, to forgive ourselves for those things, that doesn't mean we can't let others forgive us for them and to give us a second chance."

Kai wiped his face on his sleeve again and Garmadon put his hand on his shoulder, feeling his body shake under his touch.

"You don't have to forgive yourself right away from what happened with the corruption from the staff. In fact, I wouldn't expect you to do so. But letting the others in, letting them give you a second chance… It's a good place to start."

Kai nodded, tears rushing down his cheeks at full speed now, "I'll do that."

"Good man," Garmadon smiled as the two of them turned to make their way back down the hall, "and if you need someone to talk to about this again, my door is always open."

"You don't have to-"

"I'll have none of that," Garmadon shook his head, "You will come to me if you need someone to talk to about this again."

"Is that an order?" Kai smiled, the tears finally starting to slow and his mood was clearly starting to brighten, given that his sass was coming back.

"Yes, it is." Garmadon nodded, seeing that he had accomplished what he set out to do, "do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Sensei Garmadon." Kai winked as the two stopped in front of the door, his demeanor growing serious again, "I'm gonna go help them find Chen."

"Very well." Garmadon smiled, watching as Kai pulled his hood over his head before running to join the others outside.

#Ninjago #lego ninjago #kai ninjago #cole ninjago #lloyd montgomery garmadon #sensei garmadon #nya ninjago #ninjago skylor #kai angst #angst #hurt/comfort #takes place after the forgotten element #but also is slightly altered so Kai had blasted lloyd and skylor before the others came in with the roto jet #tournement of elements #kai and garmadon solidarity #emeto cw #emeto tw #its not that graphic but i know it can be triggering for some

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phoenixyfriend · 4 years ago

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Thoughts on “Auntie Soka and Little Leia” now that I’ve actually got it posted:

Call it a director’s cut! The process of actually writing the thing, and also jokes made along the way. Link to the actual fic.

Unfortunately, I don’t have the energy for image descriptions, even the text screenshots. Might come back that later. Most of this was DMs with @atagotiak.

This was an entire thing before I even started writing:

Before I decided on ages and stuff Ahsoka, to Jango, who has had zero contact with Kaminoans: Okay I know I'm a Jedi kid so you hate me but this toddler is your clone from the future. Jango, tired: What the FUCK are you talking about. Rex, barely able to talk: Don't you dare leave me with him, Commander! Ahsoka: I'm not going to leave you I just--I'm so tired I'm so fucking tired I haven't slept in five days and someone tried to kidnap Leia two days ago I am so fucking tired I need help

Ben: [twenty years of depression followed by a 'now I'm safe' breakdown over the course of weeks] Sokari: [whatever the FUCK this mess is]

When Ahsoka mentions there only being three other Jedi at the time of her death, I was thinking Kanan, Yoda, and Obi-Wan (Leia told her about the latter two living past her). She's not counting anyone that received training after the Temple fell, and she didn’t know about Cal.

When Leia says “I was adopted and raised by one of the founders of the rebellion, a movement built on the desire to instate freedom and democracy in a galaxy that had lost even the pretense.”

Depa: I'm no therapist but I diagnose you with "incredibly fucked up." Ahsoka: yeah, that’s fair

"Why did you pick Depa for--" She's pretty and I'm gay. Also because of the Kanan thing But mostly I'm gay "It's not a visual medi--" GAY

Empty of context beyond general post-fic AU: "Hey Sokari, we need to engage in psychological warfare against this individual and--" "I'm going to break into his office and leave a threatening note on his desk and leave no other sign that I was there. He'll see that his security is nothing and the only reason he isn't dead is because I'm too nice to kill him." "...okay, not what we were planning, but that works. Why is that your first choice?" "I really like breaking and entering, it's soothing." Ben just standing there with a bland smile like This Is Normal.

"We need someone to infiltrate a highly guarded facility in hostile territory." "So we're sending the Torrent kids?" [sigh] "We're sending the Torrent kids."

Rex and Sokari insist on both going by "Torrent" even though Rex could be a Fett. Jango really wants him to be a Fett. Rex has too many grudges to agree to being a Fett for... a while.

I really hope it's blatantly obvious that Ahsoka's not a reliable narrator for some things Ahsoka: Fett could care less if I died Jango: jfc even if you are older than me I can see you're fucked up. Drink your hot chocolate. Hells. She's got good reason to expect him to hate her as a Jedi! BUT. THAT IS NOT REFLECTIVE OF REALITY

We don’t get a lot of actual characterization for Jango, but the way I played him out here is he has never really parsed that Jedi are people before all this. It's a lot harder to treat them as a monolith when the traumatized former child soldier is having regular breakdowns in your shitty little kitchen

Fett: I respect you Ahsoka: No, don't do that

Ahsoka’s vigilantism is something that, in my mind, she's associating heavily with Zygerria and then the clones.

I figured that she never bothered to learn Quinlan’s teacher’s name but in the process of looking up some basic facts (whether he had a surname), I found that Wookiepedia was forced to give us a VERY wide range of possible death in Legends.

Please take a moment to imagine Quinlan's FACE when Ahsoka initially dismisses him. Quinlan has put a lot of effort into being rogueishly charming! It's very useful for his line of work! He knows to expect either irritation or a return flirtation when he acts like this with people his own age! Ahsoka is not flustered OR rolling her eyes and insulting him, she's just ignoring him and it's a bit of a blow to the ego

This just makes me really happy:

This was the initial comment I made, as a joke What if Maul is just. There. On one of the planets they make a pitstop at. What if Maul exists as the walking problem he is, but fifteen, and Ahsoka immediately tries to kick his ass and drag him back to Coruscant. I do not have room for this plot but What If

Despite not having room for this plot, I proceeded to write this plot.

Maul is kidnapped and it’s the best thing that ever happened to him HE'S FIFTEEN HE'S DUMB AS SHIT AND HAS A BAD ATTITUDE AND YEAH HE'S A DARKSIDER BUT HE'S FIFTEEN

Ahsoka: I sense... Maul [takes off sprinting] Rex: [immediately takes Jango's blaster and runs after her] Jango: Wait who Tholme: Who Quinlan: Who Jango: [looks at Leia] Leia: I don't know who that is either! Ahsoka, already wrestling a teenager to the ground: Oh no, you're a child, REX STUN HIM AND GRAB THE CUFFS, I'M SURE FETT OR THOLME HAS SOME

Fighting him isn't even legal, they have NO evidence of criminal wrongdoing, so first she needs to yell until he admits to something she can fight him about

Ahsoka: When I see Maul, it's on SIGHT Maul: WHO ARE YOU

Ahsoka: The Force didn't give me hands just to NOT throw them when I run into That Crafty Son Of A Bitch

Ben, when they arrive, after the tearful reunion: You... you brought Maul. Ahsoka: Well, yeah, he's fifteen and kinda dumb. I figured we could drag him here and force him into therapy, see what happens. Ben: I can't quite tell through the gag, but I think he's threatening to feed you your own spleen. Ahsoka: Lol, yeah.

Ben is absolutely on team "get Maul therapy" and will fight the Council on rehabilitating the baby Sith But also it's like. Here's your daughter! And your niece! And your daughter's QPP! Also your best friend, but baby, and his teacher, and the biological origin of a number of people you cared for deeply! AND ALSO THE GUY WHO SPENT LITERAL DECADES CRAVING YOUR DEATH, FOR SOME REASON

I just really want Ahsoka lovingly bullying Maul She gives him noogies and the horns don't protect him because girl has reinforced gloves

Maul's only allowed a low-power training saber and his fights with Sokari involve Much Taunting by her and Eventual Screaming by him, and everyone pops by to see: 1. Sokari doing the most absurd flips, for fun. 2. The bullshit that is ataru-shien reverse-grip jar'kai in the hands of someone who makes it work 3. What a Sith lightsaber form looks like 4. Just the general nonsense that is the way these two fight

Tia said “Wrt ridiculous flips. I'm remembering that time she beheaded four Kryst'ad at once.” and I just Rex brings up the quadruple beheading at one point to get someone to stop asking questions and the awkward, horrified silence almost makes him regret it. And then Sokari just snorts and makes a joke about how Rex once speared a slaver point-blank and everyone's just like hello??? "are you two okay" "no"

Maul absolutely starts crushing on Sokari after a 'sword under chin' moment and she's just very "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh you're fifteen, bye" GO MAKE PUPPY EYES AT OBI-WAN OR SOMETHING

The crushes are the worst part of everything, really, she's an attractive young woman that can kick a lot of ass, and a lot of people are into that! Unfortunately, most of those people are a decade younger than she is, mentally, because all the people her actual age look at her and see a child on account of the 17yo body.

It’s almost a good thing she’s in no place mentally for a relationship.

I just want Ahsoka to wear beskar.... I think that would be Nice........

This AU is also what caused this post.

I'm deeply enamored by the idea that Ahsoka can win fights against "older" padawans pretty much unilaterally, even when they team up 2v1 And then she offers to fight 5v1 "But only if I have permission to fight dirty." Ben approves it, a horror show full of "I fought many wars and will scream in your face or kick you in the balls if that's what it takes" follows She wins. There are no permanent injuries, but her reputation certainly gets weirder. Nobody under the rank of Knight agrees to let her fight dirty again. She just lets that stand because, well, she's not actually a padawan, she's thirty-three.

I’m not going to write this but my brain was EVIL and suggested it:

IT WOULD BE REALLY SAD IDK maybe 9yo Anakin has nightmares about what's happening to baby Ahsoka because bullshit about time-traveling force bonds IDK ANYWAY he cries to Sokari about the nightmares and she's like "oh shit" and it's time to go rescue herself from motherfucker unlimited

It's either that or she's like, expecting to welcome mini-me aaaany day now, for like, several months, before she realizes Something Went Wrong. Anakin’s dreams could even start right as she’s starting to realize something’s off.

Obi-Wan has never had a padawan that doesn't at some point bite Even Luke will, when pushed

OH also once the twins get Baby's First Lightsaber (training sabers, not real kyber), Sokari begs to borrow them for a dumb joke and tells Rex to get on her shoulders for a "Grievous Greeting" and they do The Thing

Jango and Ahsoka wrt Quinlan is just “Do I need to beat him up for you” “You realize I’ve beaten up sith lords before?”

JANGO'S TRYING He's just. "Can we be friends? Can I--can I be the guy that just noticeably gets in the way of a creep on the subway so you can be more comfortable without someone making a scene? I'm fucking trying here, give me a hint."

We didn’t actually figure out Jango’s age until this point. The only reason Fett's age matters is for Quinlan making a Wild Oats quip after Jango says he didn't know about Rex until a few weeks ago, and Fett going "How old do you think I am? And how old do you think the kid is?" and Quinlan getting Very Awkward as he does the math. Rex overhears and lets Quinlan sweat for a bit before saying "I'm a genetically-modified clone someone grew in a tube, he didn't know or have reason to know until he saw me with Sokari." Which is like. Eight additional layers of WTF, obviously, but at least Jango gets to avoid awkward wild oats jokes

Like, you’d expect the rebuttal to be ‘he’s my brother just with a biiig age gap’ or ‘he’s my nephew’

I find it very unfortunate for Quinlan that I've decided his defining characteristic in this context is going to be repeatedly putting his foot in his mouth

He’s trying so hard but "That sounds like a cool thing, maybe I'll ask ab--and it's another fucking trauma."

I'm doing Ahsoka&Jango t w i c e (there’s another fic where I’m doing it)

It’s just a fun dynamic! So much resentful respect.

Like she's twenty seconds away from calling him a bitch at any given time and he's just there like "I don't like you but I do see you move like you're about to tell an entire building to get on their knees with their hands in the air and I can respect that" Also she's probably much less judgmental about using blasters than Obi-Wan is The Maul subplot actually started with me daydreaming about Ahsoka grabbing a blaster for Reasons

I like the idea of Jango just deciding the most Useful thing he can do is help teach the Smol how to fight. He's AWKWARD around Rex and Soka because he doesn't know if there's anything he CAN teach them.

I didn’t actually plan for Tholme to figure out the age thing, he just SAID it and I had to sit there like Wait.

Ahsoka, Rex & Leia: ahhh, children Tholme: you say that like you aren’t children

I liked getting to write Rex's little "I have worked with all of them, and they're all Terrible" He loves them But They once got stranded on a planet that didn’t exist and Ahsoka died and Anakin killed a god.

There was research and discussion as to whether Ahsoka could win against Tholme but seeing as she held her own against Vader, and fought Grievous at that physical age without dying, etc.... yeah, the only thing holding her back was her body not being what she was used to, and she’s had a few weeks go adjust.

“I miss being able to just jump off skyscrapers” is such a jedi thing

Jango: I'll take the gun back if he tries to leave, they can't get far before--WHAT THE FUCK He knows Jedi are scary but he’s still not really used to just how over the top ridiculous they are He knows how to deal with Jedi in battle, not Whatever The Fuck These People Are Doing

Rex isn't even a Jedi, he's just so used to working with them. “Oh yes time for free-falling without a parachute again, same shit as always.”

Tia: I’m imagining Jango freaking out and Quinlan and Tholme being like. Concerned but mostly exasperated Clearly if they’re jumping off buildings it must be serious? But jfc they could’ve maybe communicated a bit more?

Leia: I want to finish my juice Tholme: Quin, stay with her while we go figure out what those two are doing. Quinlan: Wait what

Jango: Oh now he’s jumping off a building too??? Tholme: Sokari, you are not registered! You can't legally jump out windows yet! Jango: What the hell is going on? Is this normal?

We don’t necessarily know how often Ahsoka and Maul ran into each other after Mandalore. There was the later thing on Malachor, but other than that I'm just going with the idea that they ran into each other every year or two and just went for the eyes like feral cats

Ahsoka: I need to kick ass and you're coming with me. Rex: Yeah, okay. [several minutes later] Rex: Whose ass are we kicking?

Ahsoka and Rex

Neloms aren’t a SW fruit to the best of my knowledge, I just wanted to mess around with lemons/melons

Jango: you didn’t think any of this through, did you? Rex: you were there, you know we didn’t "When the Jedi says to jump out a window, I jump out a window."

Tholme’s real composed about stalking the ancient nigh-mythical enemy of his people, very “Life is already so goddamn weird”

This fic has been so heavy on the trauma but then I introduce Maul and suddenly it's the worst kind of comedy Nobody is competent, everyone's a little dumb, the bad guy is just grocery shopping

My propensity for banter has turned this into a six-person buddy cop comedy about Maul buying grapes They spend a significant amount to time ineffectually stalking Maul before Quin suggests the sensible option Quinlan just "You remember this is my literal job and specialty right"

Ahsoka sees Maul and all her brain cells go out the window except "Fight good" Usually she doesn’t need to worry about doing things legally. Maybe she needs to worry about someone seeing her do illegal things but she spent the past 15 yrs in a place where her existing was illegal

I feel like he’s also maybe kinda wanting to reassert that yes he is competent. Bc like. Ahsoka’s been kinda condescending this whole time and also can beat everyone up so. It's not his fault that he's actually the youngest person there, but.

Jango is finding this whole being friendly to Jedi thing a lot more overwhelming than he thought it would be. And overwhelming in different ways.

Maul usually signifies things getting worse and more horrifyingly tragic but he's just a dumb teen that they needed to arrest for his own good.

Quinlan: Look, I'm useful! Ahsoka: I've been through hell, wanna hear? Quinlan: NO. I DON'T. WHY.

Quinlan: I understand the concept of joking about your traumas, I do it sometimes myself! But sith hells that’s a lot of trauma.

Quinlan just wanted her to treat him as a Competent Individual, and here she is whipping out stories about Dying and Gods and the Force insists it's the truth and he just???? And apparently emo darksider over there is a Sith. And just, sure. Why not

A lot of people’s interactions with the time travelling disaster lineage is just

Tholme and Fett arguing and Ahsoka's just waiting for a moment to pop in with "Hey, when's the last time either of you worked with the other's culture before this mess? Yeah, that's what I thought."

Much like Leia and Ahsoka hurting each other earlier, and Tholme figuring out the de-aging, we ALSO have Fett’s confrontation with Ahsoka being something the characters just did, rather than something I planned.

FTR the only time I managed to trigger myself while writing this fic was the “your behavior isn’t actually acceptable and we’ve all been trying really hard to give you room to recover but you have to at least make an effort to not be a bitch”

Writing about people having PTSD and symptoms of such: Yay! Writing about people having PTSD and engaging in toxic behavior to cope: Shit Ahsoka had... basically my exact reaction. It's "remind yourself that you're in the wrong, that they have a point, and then be overly formal in the apology because fuck if you accidentally make them feel sorry for you when they're the injured party"

Quinlan: Can we be friends? I mean, you're an asshole, but you're really cool. Let's be friends. (He MIGHT be nursing a crush) (Neat mysterious girl who can beat him up.)

Also he realises she's probably nicer when not having a slow-motion breakdown He's like "Huh, you'll probably be less of an asshole once you've gotten therapy."

...also, she pretty and got Nice Biceps

I love writing a good mental breakdown

I was so close to including a "he tried to kill me" just early enough for Jango to wildly misinterpret as her thinking Quinlan tried to kill her. He'd have been very confused, considering Quinlan's the one that called them down in a panic and currently has Ahsoka having her massive breakdown in his lap But

Tia: I could see Jango interpreting it as idk, Quin resembling someone or for a moment acting like someone who tried to kill her and she had a flashback or something like that

There's absolutely room for a couple reasonable interpretations there And "trapped in a flashback about someone who tried to kill her" is absolutely what's happening! Just. You know. For a different reason. Jango probably wouldn’t assume Quin would hurt her, for one thing he seems to like her, for another even if he did he’s smart enough to pick a way that wouldn’t be so likely to get him caught

I had to step back and actually say “Also I'm just. Wow. I'm really just shoveling QPP Rex&Ahsoka at full speed”

Me, a few weeks ago, joking: Two halves of the same idiot black ops specialist Me, now, entirely seriously: Two halves of the same idiot black ops specialist

Me, belatedly: Oh, Ahsoka being joyfully mean to people was a form of mania she was unconsciously using to build a barrier between herself and her impending meltdown

She went from "just died" to "in charge of Rex and Leia" in like. Two minutes.

Confession: I've been delighting in the mental image of this whole Mess leading Jango to try to retake Mandalore, and Ahsoka loans him a saber for a 1v1 to get the darksaber.

“Can’t I just fight him barehanded? That’s how I did it on Galidraan.” "But the drama, Fett!"

Probably Rex has learned how to use a saber as well, because you never know when you have to borrow a weapon

I later changed my mind to Jango asking her to help, rather than her just sneak-teaching him, but it was funny.

Background nonsense to all this is Ahsoka and Rex, despite Rex being as force-sensitive as a lump of coal, having developed a process where she can extend her sensitivity to him mind-to-mind for weird symbiotic battle trance that scares everyone around them. It’s very similar to Battle meditation.

CONTEXT FOR LEIA BEING WORRIED ABOUT THOLME HIDING THINGS: Tholme is hiding the fact that the Council reached out and told him that the people he picked up might be connected to Ben and Luke, who showed up after the Depa thing but a solid week and change before Jango's ship makes it to the Temple. They asked that he not share that information to avoid getting anyone's hopes up in case the two situations aren't related. Ben and Luke haven't shared enough information for anyone to really be sure if the other three are connected Because the info Tholme has isn't quite the info Jango has, etc. And they can't just say Ben is a future Obi-Wan over comms

I just have a lot of feelings about people trying to do something right and just. Nobody's at fault! Not really! It's just complicated!

Tia: I like how when Ahsoka isn’t doing maladaptive trauma response stuff she’s very mature. And of course she’s had to be but it’s a good like, contrast. Where when she slows down to think about things she’s very sensible

Jango just spends most of this story lowkey wanting Ahsoka to Be His Friend but there's too much baggage that he's only metaphysically responsible for

Local aroace(?) has a squish

Ahsoka: He just wants to get on my good side because of Rex. Jango: I'm pretty sure you could kill an entire army without trying but you wouldn't because you have actual morals and stuff... and when I met you it was because you were killing yourself trying to keep (what appeared to be) children safe... you seem cool please be my friend.......

Ahsoka’s #1 weakness: mountains of trauma Ahsoka’s #2 weakness: she just doesn’t get why so many people think she’s cool and want her to be their (girl)friend

Jango, a 27yo massacre survivor who's killed Jedi masters with his bare hands: [gets lectured on various government structures by a tiny girl that's missing several teeth and needs to sit on books to see the table properly]

Ahsoka was raised in a religious meritocracy but developed all her opinions during a galactic war and then became a vigilante spy, Rex comes from a military cult, Leia is from an inherited monarchy that participates in democracy, Quinlan was originally from what appears to be a dynastic dictatorship, and IDK about Tholme other than that he is also from the religious meritocracy. And in legends Quinlan came to the religious meritocracy after his aunt sacrificed his parents to a vampire cult and then forced him to experience the psychometric echoes of that. There's just. A lot going on.

Leia at least has knowledge about structure and admin in theory that isn't based in either the military or populations under 10k

Jango: I want to be your friend. Ahsoka: Sounds fake.

I am unfairly fond of "Rex destroys a conversation by bringing up his own horrifying childhood and calling it a cult"

"Why does Sokari call you 'Rex'ika'?" "Because she's older than me." "...can I--?" "No."

Nickname privileges are extended ONLY to Ahsoka and older clones. There are no more older clones, so it's just Ahsoka.

Me joking about Star Wars AUs: Would you like a crackship? Me writing actual Star Wars fic: My favorite character type is apparently “too traumatized to have a relationship” so this is at least 90% gen.

I had to pull a scene opening at one point because Ahsoka's skill with not getting shot is actually much less useful than Tholme's clearance levels.

Now I really want a team-up of Ahsoka, Rex, and Jango where they do have to get in a dogfight of the "she flies, we shoot" variety and Fett just has to scream because the speeder thing to catch Maul was one thing, but this....

Ahsoka, before TCW: I know all the traffic rules but I'm not that great at flying! Ahsoka, after TCW: I'm great at flying but if you let me behind the wheel we are absolutely getting arrested.

She went from "knows the rules but doesn't have the skills" to "has the skills but primarily in the form of not getting shot" which! Is delightful! "Bet I can get us through that alley--" "DO NOT"

Jango and Ahsoka are both just very "Is this friendship? Is this camaraderie? My heart's been fried on platonic love by so many murders that I'm not sure anymore." "I've lost a lot of friends. I kind of forgot how to make those."

I have no idea if "hasn't been closer than Alderaan except that one trip to Chandrila" is canon-compliant but ehhhhhhhh It feels plausible enough?

Belatedly realized that I could just explain my optimal Rex&Ahsoka dynamic as just... drift compatible. It's vague enough on the specifics while still digging into the meat of what they mean to each other and how they work together. The terminology is already in existence. I can just use it.

Romantic? Platonic? Familial? Doesn't matter! They're drift compatible.

They are important to each other and that is what matters

I really like the Leia&Quinlan thing. He's just like "This small child needs a friend that isn't super depressed," and decided he's going to be her friend. I keep trying to toss in "Quinlan volunteers to 'baby'sit." She's not much older and she has a Baby Brain, it works out

There's a running bet as to whether Leia will leave the Order the second she turns thirteen, or if she'll let Sokari "train" her for a few years first. And... that’s how I came up with Leia Antilles, Senator of Serenno.

They'll be bullshitting Ben as her new master to "finish out the padawanship" since they can't tell everyone she's really in her thirties and he's conveniently there and already knows everything and was half her master anyway. Like Ben was planning on taking on Luke, but Luke is "six" and even he can't swing that as old enough to be a Padawan, and it's not like Sokari will take more than a handful of years to justify knighthood, sooooooooo

#Ahsoka Tano #Captain Rex #Leia Organa #Jango Fett #Obi Wan Kenobi #time travel #de aging #Phoenix Babbles #Uncle Ben and Little Luke #Auntie Soka and Little Leia #I need to excise the bits that are actually funny on their own

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rosie-moons · 3 years ago

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Doggy Paddling || jjk

~Pairing: swimming instructor!jungkook x beginner!reader

~Genre: so much fluffy fluff

~Word Count: 2.4k

~Warnings: reader flailing around in water, shirtless jungkook (sorry not sorry), wet haired jungkook (sorry not sorry), jungkook and reader just being the cutest fluffy lovebirds, loads of softness

~Synopsis: Step 1: Drive to indoor swimming pool classes. Step 2: Enter swimming pool building. Step 3: Change into bathing suit. Step 4: Learn to swim. Easy peasy. Er, at least it was easy peasy, up until step #4. That’s when you actually climbed down into the pool and found out that your swimming instructor was possibly the hottest guy you’d ever seen in your life. Not only that, but he kept smiling at you, and it was adorable, which doesn’t make sense since someone just can’t be hot and adorable at the same time. Ugh, why must you be blessed with him for 3 months?

~A/N: Hi! This is my first fic on here, and I'm veeeery nervous... I hope you enjoy it! P.S. If you liked it, feel free to heart it, but please don't reblog!

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“Mmhm, yep, you’re g-o gorgeous today,” You say with confidence, making double gun fingers at yourself in the mirror.

You’d ordered a black bikini online, in preparation of wowing everyone at the swimming lessons. It was quite simple, really, with straps over your shoulders and ties across your hip bones. The curvy blonde models on the website looked stunning in it, though. So stunning, in fact, that you pressed “add to cart” faster than you could say “add to cart”.

Your face sagged a bit when you realized you, in fact, did not look like the models in the images. Tummy not as toned with light abs, chest not as big. You sighed.

Stuffing your t-shirt, underwear, and jean shorts back into your duffel bag and setting it in the tiny locker, you took one last look at yourself in the mirror and set out on your adventure- er, if you’d call swimming lessons that.

~''~

“Y/N? Hellooo?”

You blink rapidly, snapping back to reality. You take a few seconds to realize you’re sitting on the edge of the pool with your feet dipped into the water. “Um. Sorry?”

The guy laughs, and it’s an airy, happy sound. You blush. He’s incredibly attractive, with wavy black hair, parts of it sticking to his forehead from the water. He has big, starry, eyes, almost like a doe’s. It’s hard not to get lost in them. His bunny teeth are on full display, pearly white and adorable. His whole face is adorable, in fact.

“You’ve been staring at me for, what, 15 minutes?” He teases with laughter still in his eyes. “Am I really that handsome?”

You’re about to say “yes” when he pulls you down into the pool, one arm pulled tightly across your lower back and the other scooped around your neck. You squeal. “Put me down!”

He puts you down.

Bad idea.

You just remembered that you can’t swim, and if he puts you down then you are going to drown. “ACTUALLY- *spit sputter*- DON’T PUT- *cough spit*- ME DOWN!! I CAN’T- *sputter cough* SWIM!! PICK ME UP, HANDSOME- *spit cough*- GUY!!!”

He laughs again, a sound you’re already starting to love. “Alright, alright. Your wish is my command, after all.” He takes you back into a koala position so your legs are wrapped tightly around his waist. At that you blush again. Not just from the hug part, but from you actually taking a good look at his body.

To say the simplest, it’s amazing.

He definitely goes to the gym at least 8 times a day, definitely eats only brussel sprouts, definitely has never been to the beach, or anywhere with too much sunlight (explain his fair skin then, missy), and definitely is tall.

You don’t care if that’s what’s going through your mind instead of swimming, you only care about this gorgeous man that’s smiling and is holding you in his arms. This gorgeous man that’s currently asking if you know the 4 basic stokes. Or was it sokes?

“Um…” You stutter nervously. “The 4… um… yeah, I… definitely know the… 4… stokes. Or sokes.”

He shakes his head, faking disappointment. “Pay more attention, sweetheart. You’ll never learn if you just stare at and admire me.”

“I was not-”

He chuckles. “Yeah, yeah, you totally weren’t staring at my abs. Totally.” That makes you blush harder. He seems to like that, smirking just the tiniest bit. “Anyway, I was asking if you know the 4 strokes. Freestyle, backstroke, butterfly, and breaststroke.”

You shake your head. “I’ve… watched them on TV though. In the Olympics. Does that count?”

“...No,” He bites his lip for a second, thinking. Then, as though he just had a brilliant idea- his smile grows wide as the day and he nearly drops you in excitement. “LUMI!!”

An attractive girl with big hazel eyes and her hair dyed bright pink pokes her head out of the shower room. “What’s up?”

“Get over here for a second,”

She steps out, and you nearly gasp (...nearly) at how damn stunning she is. In a magenta floral printed one-piece suit, her tiny waist, wide hips, and long, long legs stand out like a dot of black in a field of white. When she walks, it looks like she’s in one of those super high end fashion shows with paparazzi all around. To be honest, you wouldn’t be surprised if paparazzi started showing up right at that very moment.

When she gets close enough, you see her nametag reads “Lumianne”. Even her name is pretty.

“Did baby boy Jungkook lose his swimming trunks again?” She teases, rolling her eyes playfully. “Do I need to call mommy?”

The guy- Jungkook-’s grip on you momentarily tightens as you watch his face flush a tomato red. “No, actually. Did you?”

“I don’t wear swimming trunks.”

“Exactly. That’s why you shouldn’t ask me.”

“But you do wear swimming trunks.”

“... JUST STOP, OKAY? JUST BECAUSE YOU JUST DYED YOUR HAIR DOESN’T MEAN YOU’RE THE QUEEN OF THE WORLD.”

“Okay, okay. What do you want me to do? You know I’m supposed to be taking a hot shower right now after a day of screaming little kids kicking water in my face but you called me over so I can’t, right?. Are you gonna talk? ‘Cause if not, I’m leaving.”

“What I was going to say, before you rudely called me a baby boy, is that Y/N here has no experience in swimming-”

You kick his leg under the water.

“- and I need you to hand over the curriculum paper ‘cause I haven’t taught someone like this in a loong time.”

Lumianne rolls her eyes again. “Get them yourself. I’m going back to the showers. Bye, baby boy.”

“Wait!” Jungkook calls after her. “I can’t move ‘cause Y/N won’t let go of me!” Lumianne sighs, leaning down to pick up a few papers on a clipboard. She walks back to Jungkook, handing them over to him.

“Need anything else?”

Jungkook shakes his head, letting you squeeze him tighter as he lets go of the arm holding your shoulders. “Nope. Thanks though.”

She smiles mischievously. “I think I deserve a strawberry tart.”

Jungkook groans, swatting her away. “I bought you one this week already.”

“Only one!”

You can’t help but smile. Everyone here is so witty, attractive, and nice- you love it already. (“Only a tiny part of why I love it so much is Jungkook.” You mentally scream to your brain.)

~''~

“JUNGKOOK! NOOOO! I CANNN’T!!!!” You whine childishly, hanging on to Jungkook as though your life depended on it. He sighed for the millionth time that day.

“Y/N, the water’s only 5’6 deep. Plus, I’ll catch you if you drown. In fact, I’ll hold your back as you do it. Just please, please try to float on your back, okay?”

Only 5’6? Only 5’6?! Heck, maybe it wasn’t a lot for him, but for you…

“NO!”

Jungkook sighed again. “Listen baby, I need you to try, okay? I’ll help you, but if you keep refusing like this, you aren’t ever gonna learn to swim. Okay?” You stared at him, mouth hanging open slightly. “What?”

“Did you… just call me… b-baby?!” You nearly faint as Jungkook tilts his head slightly, adorably pouting the tiniest bit.

“So I did.”

“So I did?! That’s what you say after you call me baby?!?! Baby?!?!” You splutter, heart booming and threatening to leap out of your ribcage. You’re so stupidly in love, cheeks burning red and palms sticky with sweat, and here Jungkook is just tilting his head and acting like he did nothing.

It’s so unfair.

“So what if I called you baby?” He responds, big, starry doe eyes staring at you. Ugh. This is so stupid.

You’re about to yell again when Lumianne comes back out of the showers, pink hair wet yet still so stylish. She smirks.

“Hey lovebirds. May I take a photo?”

“NO!” You scream.

“NO!” Jungkook screams.

Lumianne takes a photo.

~''~

It’s been 1 month since you started at APC Swimming, (not Attractive People Center Swimming, but rather Amazing Performance Center Swimming. The cute red haired swimming instructor who just so happened to be Jungkook’s #1 target for his “games” named Jimin told you.) and you’re proud to say that you have mastered floating on your back, sticking your head underwater for 13 seconds, doggy paddling a very short distance, and talking to Jungkook without looking like an idiot.

Lumianne- whose hair is now a striking blue- also somehow became your best friend.

No idea how.

Anyway, you also bought a new swimsuit. It was a hot pink bikini that Lumianne insisted upon, saying that it "was made for supermodels like Gigi Hadid but you should wear it anyways since it will definitely wow Jungkook".

Yes, she knew of your crush on him, and yes, she was a Hadid superfan.

After pondering whether to wear the black swimsuit Jungkook was used to or the new pink one Lumianne liked for hours in the changing rooms, you finally decide on the pink one.

He’d love a surprise…

Right?

~''~

“Y/N! How was your- um.” Jungkook clears his throat, face burning red. He suddenly becomes very interested in a purple heart tattoo on his hand. “I… like your new… um…”

“Bikini?” You finish the sentence for him, blinking innocently.

“Erm… yes. B-bikini. It… suits you… very… um… well.” He’s still picking at the tattoo, cheeks flushed and voice stuttering.

“Thank you. Lumianne picked it out for me.” You smile sweetly, climbing down into the pool.

“Are you guys like best friends now?” He blurts out, trying oh so hard to change the subject. “I wouldn’t be surprised. You’re both annoying at times and you’re also both really… erm…”

“Un-stylish?” You suggest, trying hard not to smirk. You know what he’s talking about, and it’s not about style.

“No, um…”

“Like the color pink?”

“Not exactly, uh…”

“Then what is it?”

Jungkook’s face is a flaming crimson now, the skin where his tattoo is reddened from picking at it. He knows you know what he’s talking about. He knows you know that he was going to say that you’re both goddamn-

“You’re both attractive, although you’re way more attractive,” It comes out before he can control it, seeming like the words have a mind of their own as they stumble out of his mouth. “I-I mean…” You watch his hand flying up to cover his mouth.

"You think I'm attractive?" You question, smiling as your heart swelled with butterflies. "Well, you're also attractive.”

He smiles wide, bunny teeth showing and twinkly eyes dancing with something like shyness and joy mixed together.

“Th-thanks.”

You continue smiling at each other for a long time, and would’ve (for hours, maybe) if Lumianne hadn’t walked into the pool area holding onto the arm of an extremely tall and muscular blonde man. She smirks.

“Calvin, meet Y/N and Jungkook. Y/N’s the cute bookworm I went shopping with yesterday, and Jungkook’s that annoying guy with tattoos. Hey lovebirds. Looks like we’re in the middle of interrupting something…” She giggles. “So we’ll leave you two alone to smooch!”

Jungkook and you nearly topple over screaming a very loud “WE’RE NOT SMOOCHING” in perfect unison.

Calvin smiles mischievously. “Lumi, do you have your phone with you?”

Lumianne nods. “Yeah, why?”

“I think you should take a photo of them,” He smiles wider at the horrified look on your and Jungkook’s faces.

“Oh yeah.” Lumianne snickers. “I should totally take a photo. I already have an album in my phone of their pictures, btw. It’s called Jungkook&Y/N kissin in a tree. I should rename it though, I just learned Y/N wants to kiss JK at a fancy restaurant instead-”

“LUMIANNE!!”

The camera clicks.

“One more photo to add to my album!”

~''~

It’s your last lesson with Jungkook. 3 months passed quicker than you thought, and you’re sorry this might be the last time you see him. Lumianne seemed to notice you were a bit sad today, and she rushed off to “do something with Calvin”.

You knew what she was doing wasn’t about Calvin, but then… what?

When you entered the pool area, you were surprised to find that Jungkook wasn’t in the pool with his usual warm greeting. Instead, all you found was a note with messy handwriting reading: “hey Y/N, it’s kook :) meet me behind the APC building”. Furrowing your brow, you look around the pool. There’s no one except you.

Picking up the note, you walk out the doors.

~''~

Of everything you expected to see, none of it was Jungkook standing in front of you with wide, nervous eyes and a bouquet of flowers in his hands. “Jungkook?”

“Oh. You’re here. Um,” He looks around, although looking for something- or someone.

“Hey Y/N-pootsie,” Lumianne steps out, hair dark crimson with matching bold lipstick and eyeshadow. She smiles, looking very satisfied with herself. “I believe Mr. Jeon Jungkook has something to say to you.”

“Um,” Jungkook shoots her a look before clearing his throat. “I, um, in fact, do have… a thing… I mean, 2 things… to say… to… you…”

“Okay?” You stare at him, and it’s curious more than anything, but to him it just seems intimidating.

“Um… I… uh…” He swallows. “Ireallylikeyouandhavelikedyoufrom thefirstdaywemet and um doyouwannagoonadatewithme?”

You blink. "You... like me?"

"...Yes."

“I… I don’t know what to say to you. There’s just no way I could-”

“It’s okay!” Jungkook yells, hurt seeping into those eyes you loved watching crinkle up as he smiled. “I-I don’t want to pressure you or anything! I-”

“Jungkook.”

“Really! If you don’t feel-”

“Jungkook!”

He paused. “Yeah?”

“What I was going to say is that there’s just no way I could refuse something like this!” You say. His eyes go even wider.

“W-what?”

You kiss him.

He’s soft.

When you let go, Jungkook has the biggest dopey grin on his face. You mirror it, starting to laugh. Lumianne stands on the side with a small smile on her face, the kind of smile you give when your daughter gets married. Sort of half sad-ish half happy for her.

“Aww, you’re both so sweet. I guess it’s time for a ph-”

“NO, LUMIANNE!”

Click.

~''~

Whewwwwww! That was loads of fun to write. Welp, now that that's over, time for a new fic (or series!)

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msmarvelouswinchester · 4 years ago

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Irresistibly Yours

Chapter 1 - The Elevator

Summary - Y/N Y/L/N moves to NYC in hopes for a fresh start after a nasty breakup. There she meets her neighbor, the cynical lawyer, Dean Winchester. A love-hate relationship starts evolving between them ever since they met in the elevator one morning but a desperate situation and a string of lies forces the two friendly rivals to go on a date or rather a fake date. Will sparks fly between them when Dean gets to know Y/N real and up close? Will Y/N finally find her Prince Charming in the grumpy, workaholic, divorce lawyer?

Pairing - Lawyer!Dean Winchester x Y/N

Warning - None for this chapter

Word Count - 1981

Square Filled - Moodboard ( @girl-next-door-writes )

A/N - *Cracks knuckles* Ta-daaaa! The series is finally here it's already Sunday where I live and I was dying to share this! It's going to be a wild ride ahead. So buckle up your seatbelts and enjoy the ride!

This is also my submission to @flamencodiva's Writing Challenge and @deanwanddamons' 2K Blogiversary challenge (congratulations on your milestone, Sian). Prompts are in bold.

Beta'd by @miss-nerd95 (Thanks again, hon❤️)

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Throwing her bag over the table, Y/N slumped down on the couch, letting out a sigh. The pressure from the higher-ups, consistent criticism of your work and impending deadlines were weighing heavily on her shoulders and she was in a desperate need of a break.

She looked over to the stack of papers on the table that now lay abandoned. The rejection from the publishing company was the fucking cherry on top. Y/N buried her face in her hands in frustration as she was almost on the verge of a mental breakdown, a few angry tears rolling down her cheeks. Letting her head fall back, she swiped away those angry tears, letting out a long sigh of defeat.

“Why can't I ever do anything right?” She mumbled, her breathing heavy as she bit down on her trembling lips.

In her late twenties, after a nasty break up, Y/N had a marvellous thought that she needed a fresh start. So she had left her corporate job back in Atlanta and moved to New York to pursue her dreams of becoming a writer. She had secured a good position in one of the leading magazine companies and started to write the novel that she had been planning since she was seventeen, but lately nothing seemed to work out the way she wanted. Sure, she was getting paid well but it wasn't enough compared to how much she had to deal with her shitty coworkers and bosses. She had now lost every motivation to continue her novel after the first draft got rejected by the publishing companies enough times to make her feel insecure about her writing.

“Why can't my life just be a goddamn Hallmark movie?” Y/N muttered under her breath as she picked up a cushion and covered your face, letting out a muffled scream.

Her wallowing time was interrupted by the blaring noise of her phone in the awfully quiet apartment, making her nearly jump out of her skin. Another frustrated groan left her lips as she saw the person calling her.

“I told you to stop calling me, for god's sake!” Y/N yelled into her phone.

“Come on, Y/N. One dinner.” The man on the other end pestered. “You know, at work people talk about how uptight you are. Let yourself go, once in a while.”

“Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn. Michael- I'm not interested. I told you a hundred times before and I'll say it again. Leave. Me. Alone!” She said. The line on the other side went quiet.

“Bitch.” She heard him say before the call disconnected.

“Fuck off!” She yelled again, knowing fully well he couldn't have heard her now. Y/N finally decided to put him in her blocklist because Michael didn't seem like he was gonna stop otherwise.

It wasn't that she had a stick up her ass for not wanting to go on a dinner date with her coworker. Honestly, she missed the whole first date experience, but Michael was definitely not the guy for her, or for any other girls out there in her opinion. He threw around sexist comments around the office like it was some cool shit and chivalry was definitely dead for him.

Y/N finally got up from her seat, shoulders still tense from the day's events. Opening the refrigerator, she stood there gawking at the leftovers in it.

“Cold pizza….spaghetti….chocolate brownies….” She looked at your dinner options, weighing each one's pros and cons before settling on - “Brownies it is.”

Taking out the chocolate confection , she returned to the couch. She put on Netflix as she browsed through it's movie section.

“Stupid Prince Charming-” she scoffed, biting into the delicious the chocolate chip brownie in hand. Grumbling at the unrealistic standards of Netflix rom coms, she still pressed the play on the film The Proposal.

Finishing her 'dinner', Y/N picked up the comforter, nestling deep into her couch as she watched the coldhearted Margaret fall head over heels for her assistant, the exhaustion kicked in.

“Fuck!”

And that's how the next morning started as Y/N woke up one hour later than usual. She had fallen into a deep sleep on her couch before Andrew even got to propose to Margaret, which was not exactly the wisest decision as the next morning, her neck and back screaming in pain.

The girl knew she was going to be late to work today by the time she had left the house. Hair up in a messy bun, a bag hanging from her shoulder, she tried to smoothen down the creases on her skirt before rushing towards the elevator in high heels.

“Hold the door!” She yelled at the man inside as soon as the door started to close. She sprinted towards the elevator as the man kept looking at her, an annoyed look evident on his face when he slammed the button, taking a step forward to keep the door from closing.

“Thank you!” Y/N huffed, as she got in the elevator. The man chose to remain silent and he pressed the ground button on the elevator. “I am so screwed today! I have never been this late to work!” She babbled on but the man still maintained the stoic look on his face. Y/N slightly turned to face the man of stone. He was probably in his thirties, his dirty blonde hair, sparkling green eyes and light stubble on his cheeks went very well with the crisp grey suit he was wearing. One hand in his pocket, he just stood there, jaw clenched together, eyes focused on the shut doors.

“You know, I should have set the alarm! Stupid-”

“Do you ever shut up?” The man finally spoke, a look of disinterest passing his face.

“Wow. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed, I guess.” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Excuse me?” His voice was hard.

“I said, someone woke up-”

“I heard what you said. I am just not interested in listening to your morning fuck-up story.” He scoffed.

“Woah, okay.” She widened her eyes at his disrespectful comment, “I just-” The elevator reached the ground floor of their apartment building and the doors opened with a ‘ding’.

“I think you don't want to waste anymore time talking since you're already running late.” Y/N gasped slightly at the audacity of the man. “Have a good day, Miss L/N.” The man wished before moving out of the confined space as Y/N narrowed her eyes at him and wondered how he knew her name.

“Have a good day as well, Mr….” She trailed off as she got out of the vator as well.

“Dean Winchester.” He said as he walked away, never once looking back as Y/N stood there, bewildered at what just happened.

Hands balled up into fists in apprehension, Y/N inhaled audibly, as she stood on the other side of the door. She was late to the meeting by half an hour, twenty-four minutes to be precise and nothing annoyed her boss more than tardiness.

“Y/N, it's a pleasure that you finally graced this meeting with your presence on this fine morning.” Abaddon’s words laced with acute sarcasm made it quite clear that Y/N was doomed when she entered the room. The remaining four pairs of eyes in the room were zeroed in on her, as she abashedly took a seat at the far-end of the table. She couldn't risk her job because of her smartass mouth and she was already on thin ice, so she kept quiet and let Abaddon carry on with the meeting cause even Cruella De Vil would be hiding her face in shame if she ever met Abaddon. She was an Umbridge before her coffee and a Regina George after drinking her coffee. There was no way she was going to spare the poor girl today.

“As I was pointing out, our sales have gone down in recent months quite drastically. Readers are saying the contents are not relatable or entertaining enough….”

A yawn threatened to leave Y/N as she listened to Abaddon go on about the poor performance of the company, her mind preoccupied by a certain green-eyed man. She had never seen Dean in the building before this morning. He was annoyingly good looking and rude and Y/N couldn't seem to get rid of the image of him looking dapper in that grey suit. She was barely able to focus on what Abaddon was saying.

With Dean Winchester still running through her mind, Y/N trudged back to her small cubicle after the painfully hour long meeting.

Plopping down on the chair, covering her face with her hands, she exclaimed, “I need coffee!”

“Thank me later.” She turned her head to Meg as she pushed a hot cup of coffee towards her before going back to her own cubicle.

“Black, just like my heart.” She said before inhaling the strong smell of the drink. Taking a little sip, she let out a sigh of content. “Jesus, I needed this badly.”

“Yeah, you look like shit,” Meg chuckled, earning a glare from her friend. “Did you even take a look at the mirror today? Honestly, I am not even exaggerating, I-”

“Meg, I’ll forever be grateful to you for this cup of coffee, but please stop talking.” Y/N groaned loudly.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Michael walking towards her and put on headphones and turning the volume up, trying to look busy. “Heads up, incoming douchebag.” The brunette said. After the hubbub of the morning and the shitshow of a meeting, Michael was the last person Y/N wanted to see.

“Morning, Y/N.” The smug smile on his face made her cringe. This had been going on for a month now. She thought after last night, Michael would finally back down, but apparently she was very wrong. “My messages don't seem to get through anymore.”

“She blocked you. God, take a hint.” Meg muttered.

“She's right. It's ‘cause you can’t seem to take no for an answer.” Y/N huffed.

“One dinner. Just one.”

“No.”

“She said no. Isn't that enough?” Meg jumped to her friend’s rescue when she saw her fumbling and getting uncomfortable. Michael inched towards Y/N anyway, completely ignoring his colleague’s comment, a smirk evident on his face.

“Y/N, don't be so uptight. What harm does a single dinner gonna do?” He asked.

“It’ll be cheating. I have a boyfriend.” Y/N blurted out, making Meg’s eyes go wide, but it actually seemed to work as Michael moved away from her.

“A boyfriend?”

“Yeah. We have been going out for a while now.” The said man frowned as he thought the words over before leaving her space with a little nod of his head. Maybe it worked on him without any hassle, but she knew this lie would come back to bite her in the ass if the whole office got to know about it. Oh, and they would know since turning around, Y/N saw Ruby staring at her, a grin appearing on her face as she took in all the juicy gossip. The lie was now gonna spread like wildfire.

“Spill.” Y/N turned to look at her friend who stood there, hands folded, eyes wide, brows raised in utter disbelief. She puckered her lips as she waited on Y/N to explain who just frowned in reply. “Well? What happened? I want all the details, Y/N!”

“Oh come on, L/N. Share the deets.” Ruby snickered. “Who's the man that actually managed to capture your heart?”

“Dean Winchester.” The name tumbled out of her lips so easily and that was how she knew she was screwed.

Chapter 2

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lemonsandstrawberries · 4 years ago

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Just You and Me

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony)

summary: After an argument, some emotions have to cool down. And when they cool down, only longing is left. In simpler words - Tony and Steve had an argument that got out of hand and Steve is feeling remorseful.

length: 1 235 words

a/n: just you know, some hurt and comfort and a happy ending to help us get through the rest of the week! based on this prompt. hope you like it! based on a prompt requested on my tumblr. hope you enjoy the fic, likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated and needed!

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Just You and Me

If Steve had to point out which piece of furniture he hated the most, it would be a couch.

It was good neither for sitting, not having proper support for arms, neither for laying down comfortably on the narrow, often too short space. And don't get him even started on the pillows, which were solely for decorative purposes and not fit to use.

Couches were the worst. The couch in his and Tony's living room was the worst. Steve felt like setting it on fire.

It wasn't their couch's fault that he and Tony got in a massive argument over something stupid and Steve was banned to sleep in the living room. Steve just needed to take out his anger on something, and well, he had only the couch to do that.

The couch he and Tony liked to sit on and watch TV, Tony somehow always ending with his butt in Steve's lap, despite plenty of room left. Their couch wasn't that narrow but sometimes seemed so, whenever Steve walked on Tony napping and Steve just had to slot himself between Tony and the backrest, just to be close to his boyfriend. Their couch was also perfect for the times when Steve liked to read books and could sit comfortably, Tony's head resting in his lap, while his boyfriend kept working on a tablet or on his phone. To be honest, Steve loved their comfortable couch as it brought him and Tony many moments of closeness.

Just he would love more to be in bed with Tony, than alone on the couch. The anger in him was slowly fading away, a feeling of emptiness and longing taking its place. The thing they argued about didn't seem important anymore, and the only thing that mattered was that he really, really missed Tony, even if he knew that his boyfriend was just a room away, probably already sleeping, curled under the covers. He squeezed one of the decorative pillows closer, one that was carefully selected by Tony to match the couch and the living room, wishing that he was holding his boyfriend in his arms instead. Steve felt like a piece of him was missing. It was an unpleasant, cold feeling, twisting his stomach and not letting him rest.

Steve took his phone from the coffee table and looked at the hour. It was well after midnight so he kept tossing on the couch for almost two hours. He stood up and patted the couch tenderly, apologizing quietly for the previous offense, and walked in the darkness in the direction of his and Tony's bedroom. Slowly, Steve opened the door, some soft light illuminating the room and in the middle of the bed, still awake, was Tony. After noticing Steve in the doorway, he sat up, the covers falling a little bit, showing his naked torso.

"Hey," Tony said, smiling tiredly and sadly, no trace of previous anger in his voice or posture.

"Hey," Steve said back, walking to the bed. He kneeled next to his boyfriend and put both hands on his cheeks. "Babe, I am sorry," Steve apologized, hating to see how much he wounded his lover.

"I know," Tony accepted the apology, a sad smile not leaving his face. "I am sorry too."

"So, can I come back to bed?" Steve asked, making his voice lighter to try and brighten the atmosphere.

Tony laughed, his voice sounding a little wet and eyes still having this moist look. "I never said you can't."

Steve looked at Tony, not understanding at first. Oh, right. Tony didn't kick him out. It was Steve who decided that it all was too much and had stormed out, anger dictating his moves and he needed to get away before things could escalate.

"I am sorry for leaving you," Steve apologized again, kissing Tony's forehead and getting in bed, Tony making room for him, just to come closer when Steve lay down. Their legs tangled together and Tony put his head in the crook of Steve's neck, arms wrapped around each other, locking them in place.

"You kinda did what I asked for," Tony admitted in a small voice. "Just in wrong circumstances."

Slowly it came back to him. Tony yelling about Steve following him during Avengers missions and not giving him any space to work. Steve shouting back that he only wanted to keep him safe. More screaming that Iron Man didn't need a bodyguard and Steve yelling that Tony's fighting style was too reckless and he was just a regular guy in an expensive suit of armor and Tony snapped, pointing out that not everyone was an obedient, perfect soldier. They both said things that hurt but never meant to push the other away.

"Well," Steve brushed his cheek on Tony's fluffy hair, "you know how to be a pain in my ass," he said in humor and felt a warm puff of air on his neck and the way Tony's shoulders rose and fell with a short laugh. "Just for the record, I am never again giving you any space," Steve growled, his words colored with some playful tones.

"Oh, never again, huh?" Tony asked, looking at Steve, his eyes sparkling in humor, accepting the invitation to play. They both needed that moment of silly closeness. "And how do you plan to do that?"

"I am just gonna keep you here. With me," Steve explained, tightening his hold a little bit around Tony, making him wheeze on purpose. "Just you and me on this bed, forever."

"And what if you need to use the bathroom?" Tony asked with a laugh, seeing some major flaws in the plan.

"We will use adult diapers," Steve grinned.

"Ewww," Tony laughed, his nose scrunching in disgust. That was one mental image he didn't need to picture. "What if you get hungry?"

"Oh, I have everything I need to keep me sustained right here," Steve said in a dark voice, shamelessly groping Tony's round butt with one hand.

Tony hissed in slight pain but grinned in the end. Steve used to freely express his love for Tony's bubble butt and that always made Tony feel good.

"What if you get bored?" Tony continued asking, just testing how more creative Steve could get.

"With you? Never," Steve leaned down, placing a slow, almost biting kiss on his lover's lips, Tony was happy to receive and take part in. "This will keep me entertained."

At first, Tony thought that Steve meant kissing. He would be very happy if Steve meant kissing. Instead, five fingers were running up and down his side in quick movements, digging in his soft skin.

"H-hey!" Tony protested, trying to wriggle away, laughter taking over him too quickly. "Nonono hahahaha STEVE!"

"Just you and me, Tony," Steve smiled, keeping Tony trapped in his arms and using both hands to tickle whichever ticklish spot he could reach on his boyfriend and there was a lot of them. "You and me," Steve repeated, and as quickly as tickling started, soon it ended, Steve ending his play with a deep kiss, that lasted and lasted until Tony became limp in his arms, pressing back to Steve and never wanting to lose that feeling.

Of course, they didn't stay in the bed forever but did have a lot more shared sweet moments both in bed and on the couch and wherever they found suitable.

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fe-semi-decent-scenarios · 4 years ago

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FE3H: Felix x Reader {Territorial}

Premise: This war won’t take another thing from Felix, at least not on his own soil.

Part: (1/2) {Next}

Warning: Angst, Loss, et cetera.

Note: Thank you to whoever commented that they could not see the fic. Tumblr’s formatting deleted it when I corrected some tags, and I never would have known.

Nothing chased away warmth like a Fargeus snowstorm. Every gust of wind whipped each target with fervor, leaving behind red frost-bitten tattoos in their wake. It was a soldier’s worst nightmare, but only if they were unprepared. For the country’s citizens it was their greatest weapon. To be victorious, one must know the elements. They must know how to turn the world against their enemies. This was their playing field, and the grave of all those who dared to challenge.

Felix was a Fraldarious. He knew these grounds like the back of his hand and took pride in his strength. On neutral territory he was already a force to be reckoned with, but here? Here he was a storm. Here his sword acts as the finishing blow to the havoc his homeland is known for. Here he is unchallenged, until confidence cannot act as the deciding wager.

The enemy had come prepared this time around; heavy gear to battle the storm in addition to reinforced weaponry. The Empress was no fool and had cornered his troops within their own domain. He should have expected as much from someone who had the opportunity to study his land, and ignorance would to be his downfall. At the beginning of the battle there were hundreds amidst his battalion. Each a strong solider personally appointed to his care by the Professor, and it was their duty to clear a path for the rest of the incoming army. He was to lead them, and he failed. Not one remained, and now he was out of options. If he didn’t think fast, then the next troop would-

‘Shit’

He bit down on his lip, holding back the curses bubbling at his throat. A sniper almost caught him off guard, but with a blast of thoron he countered. For what felt like hours he had been slowly picking off the Empire’s soldiers, but that wasn’t good enough. If he didn’t hurry the next troop would be decimated. Her troop. Felix couldn’t let that happen, not when they were so close to victory. With new resolve he unsheathed his sword, stepped over the body of his latest victim, and began to advance towards the advancing enemy.

“So, the pest finally decides to show himself,” Hubert. At one time Felix found him a worthy opponent. Despite his disturbing habits the man was strong, he’d give him that. With him was at least twenty other soldiers only counting those not camouflaged by snow.

“Shut up,” Felix gave no time to talk. Quickly, he casted meteor in hopes of temporarily disbursing the others and made haste to Hubert. In attempt catch him off balance Felix swiped at his legs but was pushed back with Nosfuratu. It singed his clothes, yet he easily ignored the cold biting his exposed flesh. Another perk of fighting on familiar territory.

Hubert followed up with a bolganone and Felix quickly rolled away. From the side another swordsman tried to jump him, and he sliced off their forearm without blinking. Time was slimming. In the distance he noticed a smoke signal and swiftly aimed a fire spell at the snow. Quick thinking indeed.

A heavy mist temporarily overtook the area. Hubert was a mage, and therefore he would need magic to fight. Reason spells create light. Felix has his sword, and now had the advantage.

‘You’re mine’

With Hubert on the defensive he took the chance to nock out the lesser nuisances. An archer, a priest, a mage, knight, swordsmen; he may not be a rouge but damn he fit the role. As the wind picked up again the mist began to fade. More voices entered the area as shouts of challenge echoed.

There wasn’t time to see if they were friend or foe. Not with the thunder that barely missed his head.

“Who’s hiding now?!” He shouted and launched his own. Hubert merely grunted in disgust before raising his arm to cast another spell.

“I am no coward, merely an opportunist,” Before Felix could even feel confused, someone slammed into him. The impact caused his sword to fly somewhere off into the snow, and the air was so thick that even his discerned eye couldn’t find it. In a moment of relapse his attacker wrestled him to the ground. The voices from before grew closer, almost deafening. Ignoring Hubert, he moved briefly to snap the neck of the solider on top of him. A fatal mistake.

As the decoy fell breathless, a spark of light grew closer. So near that the conduction ripped a path through the snow.

So close, that static tingled his cheeks as his life crumbled before him.

“NO!” His scream tore through the valley. Within that moment more warriors tore through the field at his sides. The next troop had arrived earlier than expected, and he failed to disengage the enemy. Hubert pulled back at the cry for their fallen captain, and so the battle raged on further. For a moment Felix stilled and wondered how far the next platoon was. He could still fight but-no.

He crouched to the ground and maneuvered the body at his feet to rest in his arms. She hadn’t made a sound. No cry of pain, no warning; maybe she did and the wind silenced it. All Felix knew was that she bought him time, and he wasn’t going to leave her here.

“You fool…” he removed his glove and reached two fingers to the crevice of her neck. At first, he felt nothing. Anger and mourning both swelled in his chest as his brows grew taught. A moment passed, yet his hand remained. Another. The cold began to set in. Another, and as he moved to pull away a faint pulse thumped against his fingertips. That was all he needed.

Felix hoisted her into his arms and ran into the forest. This was his land. As a child he’d travel around with his father and brother, so much that he could pull out mental maps of Fargeus territory like nothing. Battle tactics and formations were drilled into him since the moment he could wield a sword. He was a solider trained to protect his home, and now his home would protect him. As he waddled through the snow the woman in his arms trembled. He pulled her closer to himself, yet it persisted.

‘It’s here somewhere. I know it- there,’ His eyes squinted against the harsh blizzard until a slab of grey appeared in the distance. Then he was sprinting with snow kicking up in his wake to cover his tracks. The blurry grey soon formed the image of rock, and within that rock was a crevice big enough to fit a single person. With the storm raging on it was barely noticeable, but this is what he needed. Felix shifted the unconscious girl to a standing position and hugged her close. Carefully he hoisted her to hover above the ground and cradled the back of her head as he began to slide between the rock. It was a tight fit for two, but soon the walls began to expand until they were inside a small cavern. Erosion had done the space justice by leaving enough room for them to barely fit.

During his childhood Sylvain had discovered the secret cavern. Whenever they’d play near the area it was their hiding spot, and no matter how hard his father tried the two would never be found. Eventually visits to the woods became scarce since Margrave Gautier grew angry with his son’s tricks. The place was then forgotten as they grew older; until now.

“Felix?” her voice startled him. With haste he removed his outer layer and laid it on the ground, before settling her batter body on top of it.

“Oi! Can you hear me?” no answer. Her eyes were half open, glazed, and unfocused. He lit a spark of fire within his palm for light and held up two fingers with his other.

“(Y/N), how many fingers am I holding?” her head lolled against the hard surface like that of a newborn child, “Dammit try and focus. How many fingers?” Her breath remained labored and his chest ached.

“S-six,”

‘Crap. What now?’ Not a good sign. Felix didn’t know the first thing about faith magic, and now he wished he’d taken Mercedes’ class. No one was coming for them. He needed to get moving back to the monastery, but how?

With one hand still producing fire, Felix tried to examine where exactly the wound was. He couldn’t let his emotions best him. Not now, not with her life on the line. He failed his troops, but he won’t fail her. Not again.

“My back…” her voice came hoarse. Without a word he gently rolled her body over. Angling the fire just right allowed him to see the damage, and the sight was horrid. Underneath tattered cloth was feathered burn marks, each stemming across her flesh like ribbons. His eyebrows crinkled as he reached to touch one, only for her entire body to jerk back. He could do nothing for this.

“(Y/N) we need to get out of here. There has to be a healer somewhere, so you have to hold on,” he said.

“M-my pocket…v-vulnery…stomach…ears ringing,” he reached into her pocket without delay. In any other circumstance an action like this would make him flustered, but there wasn’t time. She was fading. The moment he grasped the bottle he pulled off the lid.

“Can you swallow?” she nodded, and he positioned her head to lay on his lap. Just a little longer and they could run. Felix let go of the fire, and slowly poured the bottles contents into her mouth. Bit by bit he’d wait for her to swallow, and every few moments she’d almost slip from consciousness. Then he’d rest and keep her talking. If there is one thing Mercedes did teach him, it’s that talking is a good sign.

After the bottle was empty, they both sat in silence. He tried to hold a conversation but with the sounds of war in the distance it was difficult. Half of him wanted to go fight, to try and turn the tides of battle. Yet the other half of him made him stay. When he’d look down to see her face scrunched in agony the decision became easy. The vulnery began to take effect as her muscles tensed at his touch. His battle was fought for the day, as was hers. All he wanted was Hubert. If the bastard lived beyond the heist, then there would be a hunt.

A glimpse outside showed the sun beginning to fall. It was time to leave. If not, then the next opportunity wouldn’t arise until morning.

“(Y/N), we have to go,” his words left no room for argument. Her once disoriented gaze now appeared more focused. She would have to cope as is, and without a word he hoisted her into his arms. She gasped when his hand grazed her back, and with a murmured apology he held her just like before.

“Where are we going now? My men…” She said. Once freed from the cave he positioned her onto his back. Too weak to protest, her head simply drifted onto his shoulder. A sight that once made his heart pound, now only brought sorrow.

“Worry about yourself first,” he grumbled, pressing onward. He didn’t mean for it to come out harsh, but his emotions were already being stretched thin.

“You know I can’t do that,” she said in a whisper. His gaze trailed to the specs of light in the far distance. A village? He didn’t remember one being so close. It would be a risk but they had no other option

“Yes, I do. If you did, we wouldn’t be in this mess,”

“Felix not now,”

She was tired. The weak grip on his shoulders said it all and yet he couldn’t bring himself to back down. His jaw clenched as he tried to not squeeze her legs tighter. Not now? He didn’t get the option of ‘now,’ when she almost died in his arms.

“And why not? I don’t need someone protecting me,” He all but growled out.

“If I didn’t then you would have died,”

“So, what of it? I am not a child and my actions aren’t your- “

“Felix, we are a team! It is my business” Cracked and full of desperation, her voice rung in his ear. He sensed no regret, which angered him the most. Listening to her ragged breath, watching his men be slaughtered, knowing that if he was simply better… she was right. Now was not the time.

“…save your energy. Don’t fall asleep,” he pressed onward.

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moonlightsolo · 4 years ago

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bête noire

summary: After training with Kylo, he informs you that he has to embark on another mission but this time, it is without you.

pairing: kylo ren x female reader

warnings: slight nsfw themes in the beginning, arguing, cursing...

wc: 2.5k

note: hi guys how ya doin sorry for being afk but I've started an adult job and im doing adult things

CHAPTER FIFTY

With a swift swing, the orange blade barely misses your opponents hair. Maybe singeing it slightly.

He quickly retaliates by swinging his saber towards you causing you to do a backbend kick over to dodge the attack.

“Now that was hot.” Kylo chuckles as he walks toward you with the intention to kiss you. You have a feeling it will escalate to something more.

You refuse to give into his charming ways and growl at him softly. His eyebrows furrow and he stops in his tracks, his saber does a figure eight in his hands.

“Alright, I see how you want to play.” He chuckles and spins it one more as he gets into a stance.

Rey taught you one thing, it’s a move you’ve only done a couple times. A cocky smirk rises on your lips as you jump into the air, using the force to push yourself up higher. You do your infamous twirl in the air and come down to stab him in the chest with your saber.

Of course, you turn it off before you actually do it. His large hands catch you as you fall into him with ease, resting against your bum as your legs wrap around his waist. The hilt presses against his chest, your eyes look down to it then back up into his eyes. “I would’ve gotten you.”

Kylo chuckles deeply, shaking his head as he looks down to the hilt against his chest. His eyes slowly climb up your body, looking at you with his familiar dark look. His lips smash against yours as kisses you vigorously, his teeth gently bite your bottom lip as he pushes your back against the wall.

His fingers slip under your shirt to unclasp your bra and slide it off of your shoulders. His large hand gently cups your breast as he kisses down your neck.

He teasingly let’s his fingers roam down your abdomen, across your navel to slip into your flimsy shorts.

Your head rolls back against the wall as you let out a loud breath of relief. His chuckle against your skin makes you shiver.

Your hand gently plays with the little bit of hair at the nape of his neck as he keeps you snug against his side. His soft breaths make you smile and you gently kiss his jawline. He hums in response, his grip tightens on the dip of your waist.

“I need to tell you something.” His groggy voice rumbles in his chest which makes you perk up.

“Yeah? What is it?” You ask softly, a bit nervous to know what he wants to tell you.

“There’s another mission I have to go on. I’ll be gone for a few days at most. You’re coming with me because it’s going to be dangerous... Please don’t get upset with me.” He sighs, his brown eyes are staring at the ceiling.

You frown at his words and just lay down on his chest to snuggle into him more, “I’m not upset... I wish I could go but I’ll follow your orders and stay here.” You sigh defeatedly.

“Thank you.” He kisses your forehead gently, letting his lips rest there for a moment.

“Mhm.” You hum out. There’s no way he’s going to go by himself, you’re gonna get on that ship one way or another.

“Are you sure I can’t come?” You blurt our after a few moments of silence.

A soft groan falls from his lips, “Yes.” He grumbles.

You sit up slightly in the bed to look at him sternly, “I can hold my own weight. I’m strong enough. You know it.” You shake your head as you look at him with a frustrated face.

He pushes you off of him gently to get out of the bed, his hands grab a pair of his boxers off of the floor so he could pull them on. “I’m not talking about this with you. My answer is final.”

You quickly scurry out of the bed after him, swiping your clothes up off of the floor and walking after him as you pull the shirt over your head.

“Kylo. I get it. You don’t want me to get hurt again. If I do, it’s fine. I’ve gone through much worse than last time. Plus it’s been weeks since I left the ship. I’m like ninety-nine percent healed.” You follow him into the living area.

“Can you just stop talking? Fuck!” He lets go of his built up frustration which takes you by surprise. It ultimately makes you more angrier, “You’re so stubborn. I don’t understand why you have to be this way. Just sit down and stay the fuck here. Why can’t you just listen?” He turns towards you, his facial features are screwed up in anger.

You can feel the angry heat rising up your body to settle on your cheeks, knowing your ears and cheeks are pink.

“Because I’m not that kind of person. I’m not just going to fucking sit down like a trained animal and obey your orders!” You spat out just as angrily.

He looks you up and down, his jaw tightens as he presses his teeth together. “You realize you have children right?” He slowly starts to walk towards you and your feet instinctively shuffle backwards, “You don’t seem to care much if you’re going to put your life on the line. If both of us would die, they’d be left without parents, Y/N. I want them to at least have you if something would happen to me.” His finger points at himself then at you.

You evidently gulp as your back presses against the wall, “Stay. Here. I am your Supreme Leader, you have to follow my orders.” His breath puffs against your face.

Your vision turns blurry as tears flood your eyes, you try your hardest not to blink until he walks away. He pulls back from your body, “I’m leaving tomorrow.” He walks back into the bedroom most likely to get ready for the day.

Your hand instantly presses the button on the wall to open the door to the twins’ room to walk inside.

As soon as the door shuts behind you, your emotions pummel through your body. You shudder as tears flow down your cheeks, your bottom lip quivers as you choke back sobs. You cry silently into the palm of your hand as you slide down to the floor.

One of the babies babble as they wake up which causes a chain reaction and wakes up the other one. They babble to each other as you cry, your body shakes in your own embrace. Your legs are cradled to your chest. You don’t want them around this, you try to make sure they don’t know you’re upset.

After a few moments, you muster up the strength to stand up and greet your children. You thank the stars for granting you these little angels because without them, you’re not sure where you’d be right now.

You gently scoop up Ani, then you walk over to El’s crib to hold her in your other arm. Since they’re getting bigger, it’s much more challenging to hold them both at the same time.

You begin to hum a soft tune, a lullaby you always sing to them. One your mother sang to you and her mother sang to her. You rock your body on your heels to soothe their fussiness.

While being focused on the song, you completely disregard the heavy footsteps outside of the door. They stop in front of it, most likely just listening to what’s going on behind the door.

As much as Kylo wants to walk in and join you, he’s still upset with what just happened.

Your humming turns into a soft tune, singing the words quietly as the twins stare at you in pure awe as they suck on their pacifiers. You sway over to the rocking chair to sit in it with them. The wood creaks against the metal floor as it rocks with the movement of you pushing it back and forth.

You notice the shadow under the door, he’s standing in front of it listening. He knows you noticed him so he walks away then the door to your home opens and shuts as he walks out.

You sigh in defeat then look down at the twins and smile, “I love you babies. You’re my whole universe.” You smile sweetly at them.

You take a deep breath and close your eyes, letting peace wash over you. Images flash in your mind as you focus on the light, you broadcast your energy to the children to let them feel the positivity in the air.

As you do so, you block out your thoughts so Kylo can no longer hear them. Almost like a impenetrable wall.

“Your daddy is going to be sooo upset with me.” You talk to them in a baby voice and they giggle at you.

Upset isn’t the right adjective. He will be livid. You don’t know how he is going to react to this insane plan you’re concocting in your head. Most likely terribly. Maybe he’ll scream at you again or pull his saber out. Although you know he wouldn’t hurt you.

“I’ll bring you to see nature again, my loves.” You stand up and lay them in a bed for a moment so you could grab a large blanket. You spread it out on the floor then grab the babies to lay them on it.

They’re laying vertically next to each other, you’re sat by their feet. Each hand goes on their belly as their legs kick and they coo.

You take a breath through your nose and out of your mouth, your eyes fall shut as you mentally bring yourself onto the grass fields of D’qar. It’s beautiful. Just how you remember it.

The soft breeze blows against your skin, making your hair flow freely. You can hear the children giggle, seeing that they’re wrapped against your body in a fabric carrier. You smile as you watch the X-wings fly above. It’s peaceful.

As you walk through the tall grass, it tickles the exposed skin on your legs. The smell of dirt and nature surrounds you.

As you near the hangar, you spot a certain pilot. He takes your breath away. You gasp since you haven’t seen him in so long. The babies almost coo in happiness when they see their old friend.

It’s just a vision. You keep telling yourself that. It’s only a vision.

As you slowly ease back into reality, you realize the babies have relaxed completely. You smile at their little eyes blinking up at you.

Ellie gives you a two-toothed grin and Ani just stares in awe. You love them so much and you wish you could bring them to D’Qar, the place where it all started.

As much as you love them, there’s no way Kylo is going by himself. Whether you’re stubborn or you just want to protect him. You’re going on that mission one way or another.

As you meddle along through your day, you clean your quarters since they’ve gotten a bit cluttered. You found the baby wrap carrier Leia had given to you which allows you hold both babies at once with your hands free.

Ellie sits against your chest while Ani’s head peeks over your shoulder. You talk to them throughout picking up the living area, they coo back at you almost like you’re having a conversation.

You feed them once you’re done and put them down for a nap so you could meditate, shower and prepare your plan to sneak on board with Kylo.

Since you’ve closed off your mind, he won’t be able to feel you unless you allow it. Which you’re doing now because you don’t want him to be suspicious. It’s almost like a switch, you can turn it on and off once you access those points in the Force.

You have complete control over your mind after you meditate, the Force buzzes through your body. You feel powerful. It almost scares you.

You get an outfit ready for the fight tomorrow, wanting to stay as concealed as possible so you opt for all black clothing and a hooded cowl. You slide the outfit under the bed for later, hoping he wouldn’t find it. You make sure to lay your saber on top of the clothes so you wouldn’t forget it.

It’s going to be challenging to follow Kylo onboard. You let out a stressed sigh and run your fingers through your hair.

You can’t doubt yourself. You can do it.

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missroserose · 5 years ago

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the back of the camaro always smells like cigarettes

and sweat, and cheap cologne—and other things Steve can’t place, or maybe that his mind refuses to put a name to—though he can probably make some educated guesses, mental images that he doesn’t need to see so vividly, thanks, brain—

“You gonna sit and look pretty back there all day, princess?”—the voice is dark against the susurrus of rain outside, smoke-roughened, smoke from the cigarette held between two fingers, smoke from the fire behind bright-blue eyes that meet Steve’s in the rear-view mirror—”Because it’s a good view, but it’s not what I’m paying you for—”

“You’re not paying me at all—” Steve cuts off that line of argument, knows that concepts like a ride home in the rain isn’t payment, it’s a favor and you could try being a decent human being for once instead of making ridiculous demands and you’re a perverted son of a bitch carry no weight in Billy’s mind—he’d just laugh, what am I, Harrington, your knight in shining armor?—”and besides, I have to work up to it—”

he’s lying, and Billy looks at him like he knows he’s lying, like he can smell Steve’s half-mast in his jeans, and he reaches up, angles the mirror obscenely, “what, you want me to sweet-talk it first? Tell it how pretty it is?”

—and Steve’s face is burning, burning like that cigarette, burning like those eyes—

he’s not trapped, not some helpless damsel chained up in the dragon’s lair, unable to do anything but scream—he could get up, get out, leave, brave the rain, the humidity, let the water drip unpleasantly down his collar, let the wet Indiana heat press in on him like a blanket, let it ruin his hair, his hair that he spends an hour on every morning—it might be better than listening to Billy Hargrove talk—

but then Billy leans back in the driver’s seat, and even though the mirror’s angled away now (angled towards Steve’s crotch), even though all he can see is the smoke blowing from Billy’s nose, the expressive shape of his lips, the disgusting little mustache, Steve can practically feel those eyes, staring heat directly between his legs—

and he swears it’s not a conscious motion, swears he doesn’t know where he finds the courage, but his hand moves between his spread legs, palm pressing at the more-than-half-chub that’s becoming fuller every moment, and he wants to die at how fucking good it feels, wants the earth to swallow him up when he sees Billy’s lips curve upward—wants to disappear so nobody will ever know how rapidly that makes his cock finish filling out—

“Fuck yes,” Billy almost growls, and Steve’s abruptly grateful he has his hand over his crotch, because it hides the way his cock kicks at that sound, at the breathy note in Billy’s voice—

and Steve is rubbing, stroking for real now, glaring at the mirror even though he knows Billy can’t see his face, and he suspect Billy senses it anyway because the smile grows wider—

“Best unbutton those Levi’s, Harrington, ‘less you want to cream your pants for me—” and Steve does, pops each button individually, lets Billy have an eyeful of the tent in his white Calvins before he reaches inside the waistband, pulls it down beneath his length, runs his fingers back up, just lightly, almost teasing, fingertips pressing at the head before he makes his thumb and forefinger into a ring, slides it down just under the ridge, tightens—

the smile fades, lips part in the mirror, and Steve continues his teasing. Touches, tugs, strokes—runs his fingers over the slit, gathers precum, rubs it in little circles over the frenum beneath the head—hears the sudden, hitched intake of breath—

“Jesus, Harrington, you going to take all day or what—” the words are challenging, but the tone is smoky, smoke-filled like the car (cigarette smoldering in the ashtray), dissolute around the edges, almost inviting—and when Steve sees that lip catch between pearly teeth, he wraps his fingers around the shaft and gives a little moan—a performance, but a real one—

the teeth tighten, dimpling the skin, and he hears the softest grunt, as though in satisfaction, or appreciation, or desire sublimated. The clink of a belt buckle, the scratch of a zipper—

Steve holds back. Draws his fingers along his length, but slowly—watches the lip release from the teeth, the lips move, the syrupy-ragged sound of Billy’s voice—”Are you sure you don’t need a little sweet-talk?”

“Talk to it, then.” The words come from that same strange place, the authority of the subconscious pressing them past his lips—Steve nearly blinks, surprised at himself, half-certain Billy will laugh at him—half-wondering if he wants to feel that burning shame—

the lips curve upward again in the mirror, the heat returns, and then that voice, that tattered edge that haunts Steve’s dreams, that lures him in, that keeps him here, that keeps him saying yes to Blly’s demands, over and over—that voice, soft and low and shuttered, not wrecked, not yet, but a little threadbare around the edges—that voice says “hey. You’re looking awfully fine, there. Proud. Are you into this? You like being watched? Admired? Maybe it gets you going, knowing there are eyes on you—”

and Steve has to bite his own lip against a groan, has to move his hand more, because Billy Hargrove is talking directly to his cock and it’s filthy and disgusting and so fucking satisfying—

“You’re beautiful, you know that? Pretty boy here is pretty, but you, you’re something else. I noticed you right away, you know. In the locker room. The showers. Straight and gorgeous and so fucking hung—how was I supposed to keep my eyes off you—” Steve can’t see his arm, the seat is in the way, but he can see the way Billy’s shoulder moves, can feel the rhythmic rocking of the seat, the car, maybe the whole world—a little moan, barely more than a grunt, appreciative, and then Billy’s talking again—”I’d put you in my mouth if I could, you know—”

and this time, there’s no hiding it, no shielding the way Steve’s cock strains, convulses, as if the thought of those sensitive lips with that awful mustache stretched around its girth wasn’t the best damn thing it’s ever heard, and Steve isn’t at all certain he doesn’t agree—isn’t at all certain he doesn’t make a sound, surprise and arousal and lust all in a heady mixture, because sure, Billy’s gone after him, humiliated him, pressed him and made him flush and taken advantage, but this, this kind of near-reverence, was something Steve never thought—he gasps, half-embarrassed at the breathy moan, half-proud of it, as if daring Billy Hargrove to keep running his mouth, or maybe do something else with his mouth—

“You like that? I thought you might—you’re every bit as much of a slut as they say, aren’t you? Poor Harrington, it’s not even his fault—he’s just along for the ride while you go after every pretty thing that comes your way—” and there’s a break, a gasp, a small swallow—”fuck, if I had you in my mouth I’d make you forget everywhere else you’d ever been—”

and Steve’s stroking in earnest now, his rhythm matching Billy’s, and he knows there’s going to be that same ragged edge in his own voice but he doesn’t even care, he’s too gone on the image of Billy on his knees before him, worshipful—”Everywhere?” he says, asks, pleads—

“Fuck yes, everywhere—” and Billy’s rhythm is speeding up now, Steve’s own strokes moving to match it, unconscious, as if they’re sharing the same intent—”You seen this tongue, Harrington? Thick what it could do, wrapped around that beautiful cock of yours, sliding along your length, swirling around your head, curled underneath—’til you’re all mine, pretty boy, ‘til you can’t even—fucking—remember—”

and Steve is full-on gasping now, breaths coming uneven and hitched, lost in the image, the ghostly sensation of Billy Hargrove’s wicked fucking tongue against his cock taking on a life of its own, driving him further, the brakes gone, shame gone, any semblance of thought gone, barely hanging on to speech by his fingernails—he tilts his head back against the top of the seat, feels his body start to tremble, so close to the edge—”fuck—fuck, Billy—I’m gonna—”

“Do it—” the words are barely more than a growl, but they send a spike—no, a flare—no, a fucking supernova of heat through Steve, pushing from the inside out, pushing him out, carrying him along in its wake until his entire body convulses, cock pulsing, shooting a load so hard it hits his fucking chin—

and there’s a strangled sound from the front seat, the rhythm of Billy’s shoulder growing furious, a tension of breath held, teeth clenched, determination and drive and desperation as he swallows a sound—as he gasps, curls forward and in on himself, and for a half-moment, Steve sees his face in the mirror, eyes screwed up tight, mouth agape in ecstasy, in invitation—

they sit, for a moment, perhaps a minute, breathing hard against the still-pouring rain, silence in the heavy humid air between them.

then, wordless, Billy puts himself back together, puts the key in the ignition, and starts to drive.

Steve puts himself away, gingerly, thinks about buckling the seatbelt, decides he’d rather not add his mess to the collection of smells in this backseat—they’re not far from his house, anyway, a little over five minutes’ drive even in the rain—

the quiet stretches between them like pulled taffy, thinner and thinner until Billy pulls into the driveway, and Steve braces himself for the words, the nasty cutting degrading words—there’s no way that Billy will let things stay like this between them, he’s a lone wolf, rangy and mean, he’ll sever this connection the way he would a diseased limb, a weakness to be cut away—he should leave, Steve should leave, before Billy can cut him like that—

“Want to come in and get cleaned up? Nobody’s home. We can wash our clothes.”

Steve’s voice, disembodied, distant in its confidence. He wonders where it came from, this invitation, this reaching-out to a person he thought he hated—this endurance of the awkward, weighted, stretched-out quiet between them, rain drumming on the roof of the car. Wonders what’s gotten into him, to speak so confidently.

Then, low and quiet, the response—”Take off your shirt.”

Steve answers, similarly low. “I might get your backseat messy.”

“You’ll get it messy if you leave it on. Take it off.”

And Steve feels himself on the edge of a different precipice now—flicks his eyes to the rear view mirror. Feels poised, ready to leap.

“If I take off my shirt, will we even make it to the laundry room?”

The smile slowly spreads across Billy’s face, stretches in the suspension between them, Steve’s stomach flipping, weightless, weirdly exhilarating—

then Billy tilts the mirror up. Meets his eyes.

“Let’s find out.”

#harringrove #stranger things #lemon #my writing #experimenting a little with style and I'm not sorry #this is all the fault of the crew on the stranger trash discord #love you all

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willowandfog · 4 years ago

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Chapter Three Is Here!

This new fic is the second part to my fic I wrote for InuKag Week, One Week Sooner. If you haven’t read it yet you can read it here.

I would like to dedicate this new fic to @ruddcatha, she was a huge supporter and a tremendous help to me when writing One Week Sooner, and when we were so choked up on the tragedy of the story she suggested I write a sequel. So a huge thank you @ruddcatha, I love you!

Summary: When you look at me, do you see what you lost or do you see all of me?

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Chapter Three

Inuyasha had inquired about another date the next day and Kagome had explained that the next few days were packed with classes but that she was free on Friday. He had told her that he already had an idea of where they should go and she had agreed easily on letting him decide.

They had spent all of Friday afternoon go kart racing. They took turns trying to cut each other off, and even trying to run each other off the road. Even receiving a warning from the attendant that it wasn’t bumper cars. For lunch they stopped briefly to grab burgers from the cheap concession stand, sitting in the grass, and talking about how they should go pro. On the way back to Kagome’s apartment she had told him how much fun she’d had and jokingly suggested that next time they should try bungee jumping.

On Monday, Kagome almost choked on the latte he had brought her when he pulled up to a bridge, where a group of professional bungee jumpers were waiting. Kagome had to admit that she loved the adrenaline spike as she was standing there, on the lip of the bridge, arms wrapped tightly around Inuyasha as they pumped themselves up for their double jump.

“Ready?” He asked, his arms tight around her.

She let out a small squeal. “I’m kinda scared.” She admitted, looking up at him.

“I’ve got you.” He said quietly, pressing his lips to hers, and before Kagome could register anything else, he tipped them over the side.

She broke the kiss and screamed. The wind rushed past them, hair whipping around. Kagome made a point to take a mental picture of Inuyasha’s face as he grinned and whooped into the air. When they reached the end of their line, they bounced back up briefly, Kagome squealing and clutching Inuyasha tighter.

Even though it had been one of the most amazing experiences of Kagome’s life, on the way home all she could think about was Inuyasha’s lips on hers. It had just made the day a million times better than it already was. She looked over at him as he watched the road, she admired him and all the adventures he had been planning for her, and her heart swelled. She took his hand into hers and gave him a shy smile when he glanced at her. She thought she saw a hint of color on his cheeks when he adjusted in his seat slightly so he could hold her hand more easily while driving.

When they got to her apartment, she had kept holding his hand all the way to her door. Turning to face him she spoke. “So I’m staying in tomorrow, would you be interested in coming over and watching some old movies with me?”

He grinned at her. “Old movies huh? Is that a poke at me?”

Kagome fought her smile. “Of course not, grandpa. I happen to love black and white films. Well I will be starting movie time at six, with or without you.”

“I’ll be here.” He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. He gave her hand a light squeeze before turning to leave.

At 5:45pm the next evening when there was a knock at the door, Kagome bolted from her room and ran to look through the peephole. She opened the door and was greeted by the pizza delivery guy. She handed over the money and took the pizzas from him. She kicked the door closed behind her and set the pizzas on the coffee table. She stared at the table, trying to think if she had forgotten anything, not that she would have enough time to do anything about it if she had.

She threw herself onto the couch, feeling unbelievably nervous for some reason. She wasn’t sure why, since she’d been out with Inuyasha on several dates already. Guess this one just feels different… More intimate? Ugh! What am I doing?

There was another knock and Kagome jerked her head up from the couch, wide eyed. Ok, ok, calm. He’s gonna notice the second you open that door that you’re nervous. She stood from the couch and looked over herself. Her hair was pulled up into a high messy bun, with some tendrils hanging loose. She was wearing her comfortable pink pajama bottoms that were covered in little peaches, and a plain black tank top, her tank top was low cut and she bit her lip at it. She nervously glanced around her living room and spotted a zip-up hoodie slung over the back of her accent chair. She grabbed it and tugged it on, zipping it up halfway, it didn’t help to hide her cleavage but at least it was something. Taking a hold of the doorknob with shaky fingers she took a deep breath.

She pulled the door open and splayed her arms out wide. “TA-DA!”

Inuyasha stood there in a baggy hoodie and jeans, his long silver hair pulled up into a loose bun, and he held two pizzas in his hand. She grinned at him, resisting the urge to bite her lip at how sexy he could still look in a hoodie. “Ta-da?” He asked.

She stood aside to let him in. “I decided that I like you enough that you can see me in my true form.” She gestured to herself and the outfit.

He came in and she closed the door, he gestured to the folded pair of sweats he was carrying tucked under one arm. “Me too.” He teased her. He set his pizzas on top of the ones she already had on the table. “Guess we should’ve planned a little better.” He thought about it for a moment. “Maybe not, could probably eat a good chunk of these myself.”

Kagome pointed out the bathroom to him so that he could change out of his jeans and into the sweats, and soon they were cuddled up on one end of the couch, munching down on pepperoni pizza.

“Ooo I love this part, when he sticks his hand in there and acts like he lost it. Totally something you would do.” Kagome said, pointing to the tv screen where Roman Holiday was playing.

“I probably would do that, he got her good, look she totally believed it was real.” He looked at her with a weird smile on his face. “Do you always talk this much during movies?”

“Yeah, I love talking during a movie, I know it’s distracting but I can’t help it. Most people hate it and I can’t get hardly anyone to watch them with me anymore.”

“You’re weird, but I guess that makes me weird too, cause I have a bad habit of talking during movies too. I think all my questions about what’s going on outloud.”

“Guess it’s safe to say that you’re a good movie watching buddy for me then.” She stuffed the last bite of her pizza into her mouth.

He was still looking at her when Kagome looked at him from the side of her eyes. “Can I help you?” She mumbled around her bite.

Inuyasha reached over and took hold of one of her escaped tendrils, he held it gently between his fingers. “Why do you color your hair like this?”

She swallowed her mouthful before swatting his hand away. “I don’t color it, I was born like that. It’s called poliosis circumscripta, but the doctors say it’s weird because it’s supposed to be white not silver. I used to color it to try to hide it but stopped when I realized that I kinda like it and didn’t care to show it anymore.”

They were part way through their third Audrey Hepburn movie when Kagome began to doze off, her head resting on Inuyasha’s chest, his arm around her. He shifted slightly and scooped her up into his arms, standing to carry her to her bedroom. He laid her on her bed and pulled a blanket up around her. He hesitated for a moment before leaning down and pressing a light kiss on her forehead. “Goodnight Kagome.” He whispered.

The next month continued in that fashion, Inuyasha would seek out and find amazingly fun things for them to do once a week. Then they would always find a day during the week where both were available to cuddle on the couch and watch movies at Kagome’s. They’d still only kissed the once and Kagome was beginning to wonder why. She had had the urge and temptation to kiss him but always hesitated or would talk herself out of it.

Maybe he’s waiting for something? Or waiting till he thinks I’m ready? Maybe I'm just being crazy but it’s been almost two months and we’ve only kissed once… Kagome spent the whole day dwelling on it and her relationship with Inuyasha. She knew that she was growing attached and when she was honest with herself she knew that her feelings ran deeper than that.

That night Kagome had dreams of things best left forgotten, and images of memories she wished she didn’t have. She woke in a panicked sweat early in the morning before the sunrise. She bolted up from her sleep, gasping for air. When she finally registered that she was in her apartment and everything had just been in her dream she dropped her head into her hands and cried. She spent the early morning hours sitting in the window seat in her bedroom, steaming cup of tea in hand, and tears on her cheeks. She had come to a decision that she didn’t like but knew she had to do.

#inuyasha fanfic #inuyasha fanfiction #inukag #sequel #one week sooner sequel #all of me #willowandfog

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ericsonclan · 4 years ago

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A Shocking Difference

Summary: Louis and Violet have a sleepover when Louis learns a shocking truth about Violet.

Word Count: 2004

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Violet sat on the kitchen counter, her tail lazily wagging back and forth as she waited for Louis to come back to the kitchen. The pitter patter of the rain was the only sound in the room as she kicked her legs lazily. She didn’t really know what to do while she waited. Her eyes scanned the room, looking around at all the fancy kitchen gizmos and the bowl of aesthetic fake fruit. The werewolf shook her head. Who the hell buys fake fruit for display? Especially with a young frankenstein in the house? Violet stared at the fake fruit for a moment, noticing that one of the apples had a chunk bitten out of it. The werewolf chuckled to herself, her tail wagging a bit faster due to the amusement she found in the mental image of Louis eating a fake apple.

“Vi! I ordered the pizza! Should be here in no time!” The young frankenstein slid over across the floor with his socks, skidding past her and nearly colliding with the fridge.

“Did you get triple pepperoni?” Violet’s tail wagged back and forth with hopefulness.

“Yep, and I even got my address right this time,” Louis smiled proudly and put his hands on his hips. His purple shirt had a small lighting bolt and the words So Franken Tired though the text was crinkled slightly due to the position of his hands. Violet couldn’t believe that he had made that shirt for himself. Then again he had made the shirt she was wearing right now. The werewolf glanced down at her white t-shirt with little cartoon chicken nuggets and the words Wolfin’ Down Nuggets .

“Congrats, because last time was a disaster.” Violet hopped off the counter and walked over towards her best friend. Her bare feet were quickly growing cold due to the tiled floor.

Louis gave a bright laugh. “Yep, our pizza ended up on the other end of town and then I ordered another and got it mixed up again.” The frankenstein looked over at his friend then noticed her bare feet. “Want some slippers or socks?”

“Nah, I'm fine,” Violet waved a hand dismissively and looked around.

“So what are we going to do for this sleepover?”

“Let’s watch a horror movie”

The werewolf’s suggestion made the frankenstein’s eyes grow large.

Violet smirked. “Or are you too chicken to do it?”

“I’m not a chicken, I'm a monster!” Louis puffed out his chest to try to look cool and tough.

Violet looked at her friend and began to laugh. “You're such a dumbass,”

“Yeah, but a brave one. If you will follow me, I’ll guide us to the movie theater room.” Louis ran forward, sliding across the floor while making excited little noises. Grabbing onto the corner of the wall he made a sharp turn, but the force of the motion was too strong and with a popping sound his hand disconnected from his body. “Gah!” the frankenstein yelped before falling on his butt.

Violet jogged over and glanced down at her friend. “Your ass okay?” The werewolf tilted her head to the side and looked at Louis who gave a big grin.

“Yep, just peachy,” Louis hopped up, his dreads bouncing with the sudden movement. He quickly redirected his attention to guiding Violet towards the movie room.

By the time they had reached the room, argued about which horror movie that Louis could handle and gotten it all set up, the pizza had shown up. The frankenstein ran forward and Violet casually walked behind him as they made their way to the door. Louis opened the door with a big grin. “Hi there!” His warm welcome was lost to the pizza man though who seemed more focused on the fact that he was a monster above anything else.

“Here’s your pizza,” the man mumbled then looked over, his eyes widening when he noticed Violet. His attention turned to the cloudy, rainy sky for a second and he gave a visual sigh of relief before accepting Louis’ cash along with the tip and headed out.

“Here it is, Vi. The deluxe size, triple pepperoni pizza! Now this sleepover can really start!” Louis’ smile was mirrored by the werewolf whose ears had perked at those words and whose tail wagged energetically.

“Time to watch some humans get killed while we eat,” Violet turned and led the way while Louis whispered some sort of mantra to psych himself up to face the scares. He hoped that maybe just maybe this time the movie wouldn’t spook him.

It didn’t work. As soon as Scream started up Louis was already freaked out, begging for the main character to not do anything dumb and desperately hoping that she’d be able to escape. Violet remained calm, casually eating pizza as more and more victims were added to the pile. Occasionally she would laugh at a joke here or there and Louis would laugh along with her. How much of it was him following her lead or him genuinely laughing Violet couldn’t tell. The werewolf had polished off another slice of pizza, her tail wagging joyfully, when Louis let out a scream and frantically tried to cover his face during a kill scene only for his hand to pop off and fling across the room.

“Oh no! My hand!” Louis desperately tried to cover his full face with just one hand but failed spectacularly.

Violet tossed the last bite of pizza in her mouth then strolled over and picked up the frankenstein's hand. “Here you go, Lou.” She tossed over the hand which Louis caught and reattached with a sigh.

“Thanks,” He gave a quick smile. “This movie sure is scary though. How are you not scared?”

The werewolf gave a shrug and leaned back in her reclining seat. “Don’t know. It just doesn’t scare me. Maybe because in most horror movies the characters are such dumbasses. Or annoying. Or both.”

“Does anything scare you?” Louis glanced over towards his best friend who tilted her head in thought.

“Hmmm, nah, not really,” The werewolf looked at the pizza box and saw there was only one slice left. The frankenstein took notice of that too and the fact that Violet seemed torn about whether to give up the last slice of pizza or not.

“You can have the last slice, Vi.”

Louis’ words made Violet’s tail wag faster before it slowed down. Her eyebrows knit together for a moment then she proceeded to split the slice in half. Silently the werewolf held out the pizza box with the half slice of pizza for Louis. Louis gratefully took it and the two monsters enjoyed the last bit of their dinner before returning their attention to the movie. After a few more screams and some cheers from both Violet and Louis when the bad guys were taken down, the movie concluded. The two monsters looked around at the room which had become quite messy. Bits of pizza were around their feet while popcorn that had been thrown in fear during the movie lay by the projector screen.

“Don’t worry, it’ll get cleaned tomorrow. So let’s focus on more important things like building a blanket fort!” Louis jumped up, shooting his hands in the air. Violet shrugged and got up from her spot, her tail wagging the fastest it had during the whole night as Louis guided them towards the room he had set up with “infinite” blankets and pillows for them to use to sleep on or to build forts with.

The two monsters went to work right away as soon as they entered the room. Using their collective brain cells they were able to make a standing base of pillows then threw blankets over top to make little tunnels leading to the center where they had set up sleeping bags. The frankenstein tossed a blanket with a small “hyah” and practically beamed with pride when he had successfully draped a difficult section of the fort. “I am the greatest fort builder of all time!”

“Yeah, yeah, can you help me with these pillows?” The werewolf called from behind a huge stack that was swaying left and right with every step she took.

“Right, I got you, Vi!” Louis jogged over and took part of the stack.

“Thanks,” Violet started to build the last section of the fort. Louis quickly joined in to help and within minutes the fort was done.

“Look at this! It looks like the coolest blanket-pillow fort in all of Richmond!” Louis smiled proudly at their creation.

Violet nodded, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips while her tail wagged cheerily. Suddenly her ears twitched and turned outwards slightly. She could hear the rain growing stronger outside. There was nothing wrong with that until the clap of thunder rang throughout the sky. The sound made the werewolf’s heart stop for a second, sending a wave of fear throughout her body right as another lighting strike followed. The werewolf’s tail immediately puffed up, all the hair on her arms standing on end. She began to tremble.

“Wooo! That was exciting!” Louis beamed as he closed his eyes and let out a content sigh. “There’s nothing like some lightning to make you appreciate being alive.”

Violet remained silent, her eyes searching desperately for a good hiding spot. Another crack of thunder appeared this time, lighting the room with how near it was. Violet’s ears were tucked down, her puffy tail now limp as she scurried into the fort.

“It gives me chills. Look at the goosebumps on my arms.” Louis held out his arm and looked over with a happy expression that faded immediately when he noticed Violet wasn’t there. “Violet? Vi?” The frankenstein looked around the room in confusion. He had no idea where his friend had disappeared to. It wasn’t until another clap of lighting appeared that he noticed the blanket-pillow fort shift. Getting on his hands and knees, Louis navigated his way to the center of the fort where his werewolf friend lay covering her ears. Her tail was curled around herself and she was trembling.

“Vi, are scared of lightning?” The frankenstein didn’t need an answer from Violet. Her reaction to the next thunder crashing through the sky was confirmation enough. Louis looked at his trembling friend, wondering what to do when he was struck with inspiration. “Be right back!” Louis sped through the fort and dashed back towards the movie room.

He quickly dodged the popcorn and pizza on the ground and made his way over to a pile of noise canceling headphones by the 3D glasses. Snatching up a pair, he made his way back to the room and reentered the fort. Violet was in the same position, her tail wrapped tighter around her body and her knees tucked in close to her chest. Louis shuffled over. “Violet, I need you to move your hands.” The werewolf opened her eyes and looked over to her friend, studying his expression for a moment before slowly taking her hands off her ears.

“Sorry, I didn’t know thunder spooked you. It's always been comforting to me since, y’know, I was born using it and all. But don’t worry - I have the perfect solution!” Louis smiled and placed the headphones on, making sure they weren’t pinching Violet’s ears at all. Once he was sure that was okay, he connected them to his phone and began to play calm piano music. Sitting down next to Violet, he took her hand in his and gave a reassuring smile.

Violet looked over and gave a small smile back. It hadn’t completely blocked out the sound, but with her best friend by her side and some calming music her fear had dwindled down somewhat. The two friends sat comfortably in their fort together. Soon Louis propped up his phone with the flashlight on and the two began to make shadow puppets and let all their fears and worries fade away as they enjoyed some simple fun together.

#twdg #twdg louis #twdg violet #louis violet brotp #fanfic #we are monsters we are proud au

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downwiththeficness · 4 years ago

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In the Blood-Part Four

Pairing: Brasa/Female OC

Words: ~2,000

Warnings: None

Part one Part Two Part Three

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven Part Twelve

Lilah looked up at the ostentatious neon sign, her mouth curling just a little. Jackknife Jed’s looked to her like every truck stop diner she’d ever seen. Experience had taught her to know that it would be otherwise. She flipped her keys around her first finger a few times while she contemplated going in. There was no security, other than the industry standard cameras. The clientele looked like tired drivers and drunk locals. She’d worn jeans and a dark t-shirt, comfortable shoes in case she had to run. She wouldn’t stick out in this crowd.

With a deep sigh, she stepped forward and headed for the door, stepping inside with little more than a glance around. A band was playing something too punk rock for the location, no one was dancing. Everyone was drinking. Lilah spotted the bar and headed for it. The bartender was almost always the first place to start.

She slid onto a bar stool and swiveled around, waiting to catch her attention. Tall, long haired, with tattoos around both wrists, the bartender approached her with a smile and set down a cardboard coaster.

“What’ll it be?”

Lilah returned the smile, “Can I get a bourbon and coke, please?”

“Absolutely.”

While the drink was being made, Lilah looked around the room, seeing if she could spot her target. She’d been told she was small, pale, pretty, and powerful. The photo they had given her was taken from a distance, and she’d been wearing sun glasses. But, she was smiling, looking up at a man walking next to her. He was holding a cigarette, the exhaled smoke obscuring his face, but the dark rims of his glasses told her he was looking right back at the smaller woman.

“Six fifty.”

Lilah handed the bartender a ten, “Keep it.”

As she folded the bill between her fingers, she observed Lilah with a critical eye. “You look like you’re waiting for someone.”

“I am,” Lilah responded, “A woman.”

Interest sparked in her eyes, “Really?”

Lilah hummed in the affirmative, “Her name is Kate.”

Something cold flashed across the bartender’s face, and Lilah took a sip from her drink just so she would have something to do with her hands. Let her draw whatever conclusion she wanted, it didn’t matter to Lilah.

“Well, good luck. I hope she shows.” Throwing down a towel she was using to wipe down the bar, she added, “I need to get a crate from the storeroom, I’ll be back before you need a refill.”

She turned and walked off, sliding out from behind the bar and towards the back of the bar. Lilah watched her go and continued to sip at her drink. Either Kate would show up or she’d be hauled out of the bar. In either case, she wouldn’t have to wait much longer. Fatigue edged around her consciousness. The sooner she got through this, the sooner she could get some rest. Her nights were restless, sleep far away, her days were spent downing as much caffeine as possible to stay awake and get to the next location. It was exhausting work, and all Lilah found herself day dreaming about a bed and silence far more often that she’d like.

A shadow fell over her and Lilah looked up and to her left. He was handsome, dark hair peppered with gray, a strong jaw, lips curled in half a smile. His eyes, though, looked at her with scrutiny borne out of an immense distrust of people. She felt the same way.

“I hear you’re looking for a woman.”

She nodded, “A very specific woman. I didn’t just crawl out of bed with a hankering.”

The laugh that burst forth was cut off with a cough, his fist covering his mouth, “What do you want with this specific woman?”

Lilah turned a little to face him fully, “I think that’s between me and Kate.”

Casually, he lifted his arm and dropped it across the back of her seat, effectively caging her in. She forced her body to remain relaxed, took another drink to show she wasn’t intimidated.

“If you’re here to drag her back in with those fucking snakes, you can’t tell them that we’re not interested.”

He’d leaned close enough that she could smell his aftershave and the cigarette smoke on his clothes. She met his eyes and kept her expression as neutral as she could.

“I don’t know anything about snakes. I’ve been told to pick up a package. That’s what I’m here for. Now, you can lead me to Kate, or I can tell my boss that—whoever you are—you were uncooperative.”

He stared her down and she didn’t really know what he was seeing, but he seemed to settle onto it. His shoulders relaxed and he signaled that bartender, who had returned in the meantime. She brought him a beer and he took it, leaning back and away from her.

“Seth,” he gestured to himself. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Lilah,” she answered. “Listen, I’d really like to get going. So, can I get the package and be done with this?”

He laughed, took a swig, and stepped away from the bar, indicating that she should follow. He led her through the crowd to a back hallway. Lilah kept her eye on the people around her, in case one of them took it upon themselves to start a fight. She needn’t have worried, they weren’t paying attention to her.

They took a sharp right turn to an office that was...eccentric. Filled with movie posters and knick knacks, various weapons, and two desks sitting on opposite ends of the room. Seth leaned against one, Lilah kept herself between him and the door.

“The package,” she prompted.

“Don’t have it.”

Lilah cleared her throat and resisted the urge to scream. She settled for running her tongue over her teeth and putting her hands on her hips.

“Do you know where it is?”

“Nope.”

She looked at the ground, a pulse forming behind her right eye, the small amount of pain the only physical symptom of her internal struggle to not grab the revolver sitting innocently on a bookshelf to her right and shoot him. He was saved by the door swinging open behind her and slamming into her shoulder. She let out a yelp and shuffled out of the way.

He didn’t so much walk in as saunter, and Lilah immediately recognized him from the photo.

“Richie,” Seth gave a wave to her, “This is Lilah. She’s supposed to meet Kate.”

Richie looked her over through his glasses, one brow lifted in interest, “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Seth confirmed, and she could hear the bite in his voice, “You know anything about this?”

“Nope.”

Jesus Christ, she thought. I’m going to be here all night.

Lilah dropped her arms so that her palms slapped dully on her thighs, “Can someone go get Kate so I can do the job I came for and get back on the road?”

“They don’t have to, I’m here,” came a voice from the open door.

She was small, like they told her. And she looked young, not even twenty five. Lilah had to force herself not to flinch as Kate’s gaze met hers. The woman’s eyes were fucking ancient and they looked as tired as she felt.

“Great,” Lilah breathed, “Do you have the package?”

Kate hummed and strode over to one of the desks, opening a drawer. Lilah did not miss the way Richie’s eyes followed Kate’s every movement, as if everything in him tilted on her as a primary axis. It reminded her of another set of eyes looking down at her with fire burning behind them. She gave a mental shake.

“Here,” Kate prompted, “Tell your boss that getting that through customs was a real bitch.”

Lilah took the box and held it in front of her, pulled close to her stomach, “Thanks.”

Kate gave a little nod, “Do you know what it is?”

“Nope.”

“Do you want to?”

Lilah turned her head to the side and regarded Kate carefully. In her line of work, plausible deniability was worth its weight in gold. She didn’t need to know what it was to deliver it and get paid.

“I think I’m good.”

Eyes bright with amusement, Kate gave a perfunctory, “Fair enough. Tell them that we held up our end of the deal, the treaty holds.”

Lilah didn’t know what to do with that information, and her brain was kicking her to get out of the room before they said anything else she didn’t need to know. The box rested heavily in her hands, the cardboard giving just a little as she gripped it.

“You know,” Richie said as he pulled a pack of cigarette’s out of the breast pocket of his suit jacket. “Its a ballsy move to send someone like you in here.”

Lilah shrugged, “I’m just a contracted employee doing what’s assigned to me.”

He flicked a lighter, holding it a few inches from his face and said, “Bullshit,” before lighting the stick in his hand.

Although Lilah was very good at her job, her face and name were not well known outside of a select group of people with skills like hers. She wondered how their circles overlapped in such a way that they would know her by sight and first name that, as far as they knew, may or may not even be real.

Kate stepped back and ran a hand down Richie’s arm, “She got what she came for, maybe leave it alone.”

Seth stepped up next to Richie and she was hit with the image of a brick wall. They moved together, both outwardly relaxed, but coordinated in a way that gave her pause. This wasn’t the first time they’d done whatever they were about to do.

“Wonder why you would say that, Richie. Want to elaborate?”

Beside them, Kate groaned and threw up her hands, turning away to sit in the desk chair. Lilah looked between the three of them and wished she’d brought a firearm. No way to hide it without putting on a jacket and it was too damn hot for that. Her palms began to sweat and she shifted her hands on the box to pull it underneath her arm. The better to run with it.

“Well,” Richie started as he tapped ash into a tray on what Lilah assumed was Seth’s desk. “It’s the smell.”

“Smell?”

“Scent, really,” Richie explained conversationally, hand flexing around the half smoked cigarette. “She smells like one of us, but she’s still—you know…” he pressed his hand to his chest and made a low rhythmic sound in the back of his throat.

Seth nodded and eyed the exposed skin, “No track marks, either.”

Lilah had, had enough, “Oh, for fuck’s sake, I don’t have time for this.”

As she turned to leave, Kate’s voice cut through the male laughter, “Its the bond, Richie, and you know it.”

Lilah stopped, berated herself because she needed to walk away, and asked, “What the fuck are you talking about?”

Kate observed her quietly for several beats before she pressed her hands to the arms of the chair and stood. Lilah felt the hair on her arms stand up, and she couldn’t move if someone put a gun to her head. The smaller woman held her completely captive with just her eyes and it was freaking Lilah out. Kate moved so close that Lilah had to drop her chin to look down at her. She blinked when Kate pressed a hand to her cheek and leaned in even closer.

“You don’t know, do you?”

Lilah shook her head, “I have...literally no idea what you’re talking about?”

“You will. They can’t stand to be away from you for very long.”

Richie cut in, “I did.”

Kate rolled her eyes, “Because you’re an idiot.”

“She’s not wrong,” Seth said with gravity.

Okay, I’m good, Lilah thought as she took Kate’s hand from her cheek gingerly. She met the eyes of everyone in the room and stepped back to the thankfully open door.

“I’d say it was nice meeting you, but this was really weird and I’ve never been happier to leave a bar in my entire life.”

Seth laughed loudly and clapped Richie on the back, “Look at that, we still got it.”

Lilah could hear more laughter even as she hauled ass down the hall an into the bar proper. She didn’t stop until she was sitting in her car, the package safe in the passenger’s seat, and the engine coming to life. She pulled out onto the highway and speeding through a few red lights to put as much distance between herself and whatever that was as possible.

It wasn’t until she stopped at a red light that she loosened her grip on the steering wheel and looked over at the package. She bit her lip, contemplating her decision.

“Fuck it,” she breathed and ran a palm down the edge of the box to slip her fingers beneath the lip. Inside, nestled into soft padding, was a cup. It looked plain enough and when she ran her finger over it, she felt the dry, aged clay that made its form.

A staff.

A cup.

Lilah shut the lid and tried to shut off the thought process that wanted to connect the two artifacts together. She squeezed her eyes shut and forced herself think about anything else, settling on the vacation she had planned. A month in Canada, as far away from Mexico as possible. Nothing but alcohol, snow, and quiet.

Letting out the breath she’d been holding, Lilah pressed her foot to the gas.

#brasa #from dusk til dawn: the series #from dusk til dawn #fdtd #In the Blood #maurice compte

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See How They Run, pt. 1

AN: Takes elements from the ‘Fear’ arc of Haunted Knight, namely the maze.

* * *

It’s pouring rain.

Dick mentally slaps himself for the observation. Of course it’s pouring rain, it’s Gotham. That’s the weather here. It’s taken him several years to acclimate, but he managed it in the end, which means there’s no reason to point out the obvious. Even if it’s just to himself.

Bruce is going to be furious, when he finds out what they’ve done. But. It’s just. They had them, they did, they had-they still have-the chance to end the reign of terror. And yeah, Bruce said not to engage, but...but he’s not here, and…

And he may be their guardian, and all right, in the privacy of Dick’s own mind he...could be...inching towards being some kind of father, but he’s not Papa. And Papa always told him that you can’t wait for someone else to come and do the right thing. You are the someone else.

Granted, chasing after a pair of serial killers is probably not what Papa had in mind, but…

The point is, they had them. Surprised them, even, and had managed to stay with them.

Right up until they disappeared into the park maze.

The maze has been closed for two years. Two little boys, younger than Tim at the time, had escaped their nanny and run in. By the time they found them, three weeks later, well*. They weren’t...exactly alive, anymore. Dick remembers Bill talking about the case with Charlie, when they’d both had a few and hadn’t been paying him any attention. Apparently the younger had died first. The elder had. He’d.

There’d been bite marks, clear down to the bone, on the younger. Dick had had nightmares for weeks, and he’d put a blanket ban on going anywhere near the maze. Jason had complained, because Jason always pushes back when Dick says anything, but he’d listened anyway.

But now they’re older, wiser, trained. And Scarecrow and the Grey Lady are in here somewhere, and they need to be stopped.

Dick stands still and breathes, the moist air chilling his lungs. He’s trying not to panic, he really is. But he’s alone, in this green death trap, because they lost sight of them and had to split up. And it’s just because it’s dark, he knows it, but his imagination is throwing up images of what that scene must have looked like, and what that boy had felt, a-and--

Settle down!

He shakes himself and stalks forward, cape flaring out behind him. He loves the cape. Reminds him of the circus, and it’s warm.

All right. All right. He knows how to get out. Just turn around, take two lefts, and then go straight. He’ll be fine, he just has to keep track of the twists and turns.

The rain is very loud. It keeps pounding into the dirt and glancing off the leaves and he’s really not sure if that’s a horse’s hooves that he hears, or just...just water.

And it’s dark, so dark. The city has street lamps, but this place is overgrown and wild and abandoned and he can’t see a thing.

Doesn’t matter.

He comes to a junction, decides to go right. Right’s a good way to go, isn’t it-ow! The hell is this maze grown from, anyway, rusty nails?

He pulls away from the clutching thorns, rubbing at his jabbed elbow, and vows to make more of an effort to stick to the middle.

Where are they…

Clip-clop, clip-clop.

That’s definitely a horse. Sounds like it’s on the path to his right, if he can just make it over there…

He thinks it might be the Grey Lady; Scarecrow’s horse is enormous, and this horse sounds lighter on its feet. Quicker, too. Not that it really helps, but he doesn’t think she uses the fear gas that Scarecrow has, and if he has to face one of them alone, he’d rather it be her.

He takes another right and finds himself at a dead end. But he can still hear the horse, on the other side of the leaves. He has to-maybe he can just climb, somehow-

“Three blind mice. Three blind mice…”

Dick whirls around. He doesn’t think there’s anyone here, but...the rain, he can’t tell where anything’s coming from, and Scarecrow seldom raises his voice, so he has to be nearby. Doesn’t he?

“See how they run. See how they run…”

Behind him. The voice is behind him.

“They all ran after the farmer’s wife…”

He steps forward, intending to turn and try to just climb the damn hedge, thorns or no, and.

Can’t.

Nononononononononononononono

“Who cut off their tails with a carving knife…”

Stuck he’s stuck God no please-

Wait. Thorns. His cape’s caught in the thorns, that’s all. He’ll just go backwards enough to get some slack and work it free.

“Have you ever seen such a sight in your life…”

Come on, come on, let go!

“As three. Blind. Mice.”

He’s just about got it when two weak yellow beams illuminate his hands. He looks up, breath catching.

Scarecrow is crouched on top of the hedge, head tilted to the side like a bird’s, the yellow eyes in his mask just reaching Dick.

“I found you!” he says, but makes no move to come down. Dick drops the cape and straightens his shoulders, does his best impression of Batman.

“Give up.”

The head tilts to the other side, movement stiff and borderline inhuman- no . That’s how he gets in your head, he’s just a man. He’s just a man.

(He has to be.)

“Caught like a little mouse in a trap…”

And then he moves , the glint of the scythe Dick’s only warning before it swings down. He dives into the mud, hears it cut through his cape, and scrambles to his feet in time for Scarecrow to be on him.

Scarecrow’s stronger than he looks, and before Dick can brace himself he’s being forced back against the hedge, thorns seeking every out every weak point in his armor.

“Don’t be afraid.”

“I’m not scared of you.”

He knees Scarecrow in the stomach and he doubles over, coughing. Dick aims a kick at his collarbone (break it, render him immobile), but the mud is slick. Throws him off balance, just enough to strike Scarecrow’s shoulder instead.

Scarecrow ends up on his back. Before Dick can get out of the way, he’s flung his arm up and a cloud of gas hits him full in the face.

SHIT.

He coughs and sputters and sticks his face up into the rain to try and wash it off. He’s dizzy and he can’t breathe he can’t breathe he can’t breathe-

Gotta stop Scarecrow!

He rams his hand into the thorns and the pain cuts through the dizziness. Scarecrow, Scarecrow...Scarecrow is gone?

DAMN IT!

He can’t have gotten far-there!

“Hey!”

He gives chase. Scarecrow even stands still, for a second or two, before sprinting off into the maze with a maniacal, “Run and run as fast as you can!”

He’s almost got him. If he can just...a little faster, come on...where did he go?

And. And how did he get here?

Right-right-left-no. No, left-right-left-NO. Left-left-left-left-where am I where am I WHERE AM I?

The hedges loom over him, dark and gnarled. There’s no sign of Scarecrow, and the rain has destroyed any footprints Dick might have made running here. Okay. Okay. He’s okay. He’s just got a little turned around, it happens all the time, that’s why it’s a maze .

A flash of lightning turns the whole place white. And at the other end of the path, he sees Tim.

Timmy?

The first thing he feels, guiltily enough, is relief. Tim’s all right, and now he’s not alone. The second thing he feels, upon running towards him, is horror. Tim’s huddled on the ground, slumped in a hedge with the thorns digging into his cape and skin. He doesn’t stir when Dick stumbles to his knees beside him, or when he’s tugged free of the thorns.

He’s cold. He’s so, so cold.

“Tim,” Dick breathes, because Bruce and his Thing about names can go hang, Tim is his baby brother and he’s hurt a-and-- “Timmy, wake up.”

Tim’s heavy on his lap, arms dangling, and shaking him makes his head loll. Dick glances up and around, but they’re still alone.

“C’mon, Tim,” he whispers. “Wake up, you gotta wake up.”

He jostles him again. There’s a. A tearing sound, and Tim’s head--

--comes off.

Dick screams and scrambles away, eyes locked on the rolling head

Tim Tim TIMMY

as it bumps gently against the hedge, eyes locked on him.

SLICE!

He rolls aside just as a sword hits the ground where his arm was. The Grey Lady dismounts as he jumps to his feet, heart in his throat, and advances on him.

She did this. She killed Tim. She’s not going to walk away, not if it’s the last thing he does, not if Bruce hurls him into Arkham and throws away the key.

He leaps at her. She sidesteps him easily and shakes her head at him, slow and disappointed like Alfred does. To Hell with her, to Hell with her , she killed Tim, that psychotic--

The ground heaves under his feet and he stumbles, struggling to keep his balance. The Grey Lady lunges at him and he hops back, the tip of her blade missing his chest by centimeters, and trips over Tim’s...over Tim.

His back squashes into the mud and he scrambles to get his legs and hands under himself. Then there’s searing agony in his left shoulder, underscored by the ripping of flesh and muscle.

Hurtshurtshurtsithurtsgetitout-!

Breathe, Dick.

GET UP.

He palms a shuriken in his right hand and forces himself to go still, trying to make his shoulder relax. Tense muscles are painful muscles. The Grey Lady tilts her head, considering, and oh-so-slowly draws her sword back out. Warmth blooms and streams down his arm.

He throws the shuriken. His aim is off and instead of her face (Bruce’s rules can jump in the river) he hits her arm, but it’s enough to force her back.

A long, eerie whistle comes from somewhere in the maze. Before Dick can get to his feet, the Grey Lady is gone, the horse’s hoofbeats quickly melting into the rain.

He rips off a strip of his cape to bind his shoulder and forces himself up. He wants to carry Tim with him, but he’s not sure he can even pick him up. So it’s with a heavy heart that he staggers after the Lady. She’s not getting away with this, not even it it kills him.

The gravel path stretches out before him, endless and white. His shoulder burns and his hair’s sticking to his face and neck and there’s no sign of them where are they-?

He rounds the corner and stops dead at a noise . It’s a wet, stringy sound, and he can’t place it.

Mind your surroundings.

A flash of lightning turns everything white-except for the dark shape huddled in an alcove carved into the hedge a few feet away.

Gotcha.

He moves closer. The wet sound speeds up and there’s a...a gulp. What is that?

Another flash illuminates Jason. Dick breathes a sigh of relief before crouching down next to him.

“Jay?” he whispers. Jason doesn’t react. He’s the cause of the noise, but he’s also turned away from Dick. “What’re you doin’?”

Schlmunch, schlumunch, schlumunch.

“Jason?”

He reaches over to tug on Jason’s shoulder. The younger boy doesn’t want to move and Dick finally grabs him around the ribs and drags him out of the alcove.

Jason’s forearm is between his teeth. The flesh is ragged and Dick sees bone he sees fucking bone and nononononononononono--

“There you are!”

Schlumunch, schlmunch, schlmunch.

Nonononononononono Jay please what are you doing I’m sorry I’M SORRY--

“Aren’t you going to run?”

He’s pulled away and upwards, Scarecrow’s bony hands locked tight on his shoulder, clawlike fingers digging into the stab.

“I’ve never seen such a sight in my life…”

Schlmunch, schlmunch, schlmunch.

“As three.”

He squirms. Fingers dig deeper into the stab and he thinks they reach bone.

“Blind.”

Please…

“Mice.”

*Bruce’s narration boxes in Haunted Knight only say that ‘two children wandered in, the police searched and searched, when they found them, it was too late...the children were…’ but he also says that the place should have been burned to the ground. I’m mostly sure there was no cannibalism involved, but fuck it. There is now.

#gaslights 'verse #Gotham by Gaslight #Scary Scarecrows edition #Dick Grayson #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #Jonathan Crane #Scarecrow #Kitty Richardson #the Grey Lady #fear toxin bites #so warning for self-cannibalism #Robins doing what Robins do best #saying fuck Batman and doing something dumb #sorry Dickie #'tis fandom law to hurt you

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