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itsagrimm · 3 years ago

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Imperial!Tech 3

Summary: Tech's chip activated instead of Crosshairs so Tech is now an imperial commander tasked to serve the Empire at any cost. But is he willing to do so? And are you, dear Y/N as member of the experimental Elite Squad, willing to follow any order your commander Tech gives?

CN: self-harm, talk of death murder and war crimes, stalker behaviour, soldier life in a fascist state, power imbalance, overreaching behaviour, structural violence, sexually predatory behaviour and the likes, sensual overload, insomnia, references of drug abuse, depression and mental health issues, trauma

Imperial!tech X they*them Y/N reader, afab

Thanks a lot to @eyecandyeoz for your insight, feedback and thoughts. Check out their lovely blog!

I am sorry it took me so long. next part will be faster. I already started writing it.

And feel free to criticise especially concerning my use of CN and if the reader perspective is inclusive for you.

2800 words

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Tech collapsed into the chair as soon as Y/N had left the room. He was tired, so tired. He leaned back and put on his glasses. Him taking off his visual aids around Y/N was a degree of trust Tech rarely allowed. He was nearly blind without his glasses and the Kaminoans had considered terminating him for that. Tech was sure Y/N did not even know how much he had surrendered himself to Y/N and their touch. Their oh so soft touch. The memory of it was still fresh on his skin. It raced through is mind which for once was craving to match his body with the need to slow down and take a rest.

But it didn’t.

Y/N was pleasant to be around. Their touch was careful and considered. Only his brothers used to treat him like his. – His brothers, the former clone force 99, had left him behind after they refused to comply with order 66. Due to their divergence the inhibitor chip had not worked while he, Tech, had tried to kill the Jedi. – He had tried to kill a child. – The effect of the inhibitor chip was decreasing. His wound received on Bracca had an 84,743 % chance of damaging the inhibitor chip. But he should investigate further and get the chip out to stop any possible interference with his superior thought process. - Y/N was not aware of the inhibitor chips. He felt the need to tell them. Why? – The Havoc Marauder had not been mentioned on the imperial comm chatter for a while. – Echo was likely to take care of the ship now. – He should get some sustenance. He felt hunger. – Y/N – The Empire expected a degree of loyalty, uniformity, and compliance he was unsure he could deliver for long considering his diverging mind. – what would Hunter do? – the kaminoan proverb “yn’ja tha vaí m°O” was untranslatable into Basic but could be understood in Sit Bisti as “it needs tö be döne för the betterment öf äll”- The Empire was unlikely to grant him the freedom to find his brothers or in fact any freedom. – The canteen might serve Tiingilar tonight – He was a child slave destined to die in approximately 34,6 standard yearly rotations from old age if not sooner. – maybe the canteen will serve uj’alayi too. – Does Y/N speak Mando’an? He should enquire. – Of course, there will be no uj’alayi today. The Kaminoans did not allow sweet foods. – Y/N – How did the atmospheric controls work that ensured breathable air even for the highest floors of coruscanti buildings? - He knew why his brothers left him behind, but why did it feel so painful. – The empire was likely to kill him if he out served his usefulness for them. - He had tried to kill a child. He had killed several children on Onderon. How could he live with that? How could-

Tech forced his thoughts to stop by digging his fingers into his bloody scar.

The sharp pain felt soothing.

“Let’s consider making a list of the most pressing tasks for now.”

He starred at the ceiling.

“The Empire. It is the closest threat to my demise, but it can be my salvation if I am useful. Am I willing and capable to do that?”

His head started spinning again just at the thought of killing another child for the Empire. And yet serving the Empire gave him purpose he wasn’t sure he could muster on his own.

“Where are my brothers? How are they? How do I feel about them?”

Another unpleasant wave of thoughts and feelings washed over Tech before he continued.

“What is with the inhibitor chip inside my head?”

He nodded to himself. That was a rational and containable problem with fixed variables and clear answers. He felt comfortable with that question, pushing aside all the things he might have done due to being under the chips influence.

Only one question was left now.

“Why do I enjoy Y/N presence?”

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Ryloth had a warm and dusty climate during daytime. Y/N felt sweat dripping under the dark armour. The elite squad, including a new ES-03, was ordered to stand close by to Admiral Rampart, the highest imperial officer on Ryloth. And so, they had spent the last rotations following the Admiral around, doing tedious security work and presenting themselves like the Admirals favourite guard dogs to a public very much disliking their military presence. For once, even commander Tech looked annoyed about their not spec-ops appropriate services.

Today they were on the outlook. The Admiral wanted them scanning a large crowd for troublemakers and resistance fighters during a public announcement. Y/N couldn’t blame them. The Twi’lek of Ryloth had spent years fighting for their independence and spilled an ocean of blood on the dusty planet’s surface only to face an Empire now. Half a life ago Y/N would have hated themselves for being a soldier in service of a suppressing ruler. But now it was paid work.

“ES-01?”, Commander Tech brought Y/N back from their thoughts

“I am in position before the crowd.”

“ES-02?”

“Yes sir, I am on the building as you ordered.”

“ES-03?”

“Any nonimperial transmissions are being blocked now.”

“ES-04?”

“The war hawk is ready for take-off in case we need it.”

“Good. Do you register any noteworthy activity?

Y/N gazed through the crowd. They were mostly Twi’lek, waiting to hear from their leaders. All of them were in civilian clothing, none came with visible weapons.

“I can’t spot anything, sir.”

Tech said nothing. But Y/N could hear him type something.

“Analysing previous rebel fighter behaviour and strategies in similar situations they are likely to appear at these coordinates within the crowd today. I am sending you a list for you to especially pay attention to, ONCE.”, he finally said using the moniker the elite squad had given Y/N.

“Yes sir.”

Y/N looked at their holopad and started checking the coordinates commander Tech had calculated. At entry four they spotted their targets.

“Commander. I have a visual about 40 meters from my position, 10 o’clock. There are two fighters. Twi’lek. One female and one male passing. Shade of blue and orange.”

A moment everyone was silent.

“Confirmed.”, ES-02 stated.

Another moment passed.

“Observe them for now. Stay alert.”, Tech ordered before ending the transmission.

High above the Twi’lek senator started to talk. Y/N could not remember his name and paid little attention to his words. Unlike the Twi’lek.

“They are not happy.”, ES-02 stated flatly.

“Yeah thanks, I would not have noticed without you.”

“Always a pleasure to help out, ONCE.”

ES-02 was right. The crowd was angry. The imperial presence, the empty words of some disaffected politician, the fresh memories of the clone war. It was no surprise that the Twi’lek called out for their resistance leaders to speak.

“We want Syndulla! We want Syndulla!”, the crowd chanted.

A different voice from above started speaking. The crowd calmed down, not entirely happy but at least not a raging mob.

“At least we will not have to gun them down, now.”, ES-02 mumbled with a bitter voice.

“Would you really do that, two?”

“You know what they say, good soldiers follow orders, ONCE. And I intend to be one. Especially when I’m getting paid for it.”

XXXXXXXXXXX

Rampart was an asshole. He was a smug little administrator, willing to lie, back-stab and sacrifice whatever needed to achieve his goals. Rampart was the perfect general to handle a loaded situation like the one on Ryloth. And he was no fool.

Y/N hat noticed that he had kept both commander Tech and Howzer, the commanding clone trooper in charge of the regular clone troopers on Ryloth, close. A strategic move. Spec-ops commandos like the elite squad and regular commandos were in constant competition and mistrust to each other. Should one commander not deliver or even consider treason the other would interfere. And Rampart would always end up on the winning side of their clone infighting.

Y/N could here their arguing inside the office.

Commander Tech had ordered for Y/N to wait outside the office for new orders.

More arguing from the office was audible until finally Ramparts voice cut their bickering short.

The door opened and Howzer left. His expression was that of a practised reserved solider hiding his worries.

The door opened again, and commander Tech stepped outside of Ramparts office.

He looked tense.

Instead of a greeting or an order he just started walking. They followed him.

“Clone force 99 is here. But we are kept on a short leash. As always.”, Tech stated, “It is implausible to not use the best tools possible when confronted with a problem. Howzers troopers will not be able to beat them if necessary. Just like they won’t be able or unwilling to beat the Twi’lek should the need arise.”

Since Kamino the commander had started to share more of his thoughts with Y/N. All they had left to do was to listen and ask the right questions.

“Sir, you think Howzer will commit subordination?”

“There is a possibility of him and his men disagreeing with the new imperial leadership and it’s methods. Howzers unit has fought alongside the Twi’leks the past years. Bounds forged in the trenches can be stronger than loyalty to an administrator from Coruscant. But I require further data to assess the likelihood of treason.”

“What about clone force 99?”

“Their abilities and erratic strategies will be a challenge should we … no, should I have to face them.”

“So, we did not get the order to hunt them down?”

“No. Not yet.”

“And yet you already imply them as of importance.”

“It would be a grave strategic mistake to dismiss their presence.”

“So, what is the elite squad going to do about them? What are your orders, sir?”

Tech paused and adjusted his glasses.

“We are going to do nothing.”

“Sir!?”

“Don’t.” There was a warning in his voice. A signal to Y/N not to cross a line, invisible yet perceptible. He was after all a commander and Y/N just a soldier.

“I am sorry. I overstepped. You are in charge.”

He turned, stepped away and looked at Y/N. His eyes scrutinized them like a scientist inspecting a rare specimen of remarkable value.

They shivered.

His gaze was intriguing. It was painful to feel on display like that. And yet it was nearly intimate to be studied by Tech. Unsure if he would finally hit Y/N for their countless discretions or if he just contemplated their objections.

Finally, Tech nodded appeased and continued his walking without any further talk.

“What do you want us to do now, sir?”

Tech stopped.

“What do I want you to do now?”, Tech repeated as if the question had a different meaning to him than it had to Y/N.

He took out his holopad only to put it away again. He cleared his throat.

“I need you to stay alert. The situation is complicated. For now, get some sleep. The chances are below 4,65 % that there will be a significant development within the next two hours. After that I except the elite squad to be combat ready.”

“Yes sir.”

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The Refresher room was empty. Most clones avoided the elite squad, and all the other members of their unit were taking a nap before the night shift which left Y/N to have the large washroom for themselves.

They signed.

Taking a shower and having some alone time to think and feel before finally taking a rest was what they needed.

Y/N started to strip out of the armour.

First, they took of the helmet, then the vambraces and shin guards before getting the shoulder pieces and lifting the heavy breast armour off before finally getting out of the abdomen armour. The black katarn fell to the floor, making loud echoing noises.

Y/N didn’t care. No one was to correct them on their improper handling of equipment here.

And as much as the armour was a useful necessity, it was a heavy burden in more than one way.

Their blacks followed and soon Y/N was standing under the refresher, naked and alone.

The water was hot and painful.

It was a welcome distraction to all the feelings of … well what exactly?

Y/N felt tears running down their face.

No, no, no. It’s just the refresher.

An uptight sob escaped Y/Ns throat. It was all so different from what they imagined. They had entered imperial service for the payment during a desperate time. And ended up witnessing murder after murder, committing murder.

Today they could have become accomplices to killing a crowd of innocent Twi’leks. And Y/N knew that they would have complied with the order to open fire on the civilians if given. How could they not? Surrounded by troopers like them, ordered around by heartless and calculating commanders.

Would Tech give a killing order like this?

Was he that heartless?

He had done so before.

He had killed so many times before their eyes and yet a piece of Y/N refused to see him as a murderer. In fact, they felt shameful about feeling and thinking about Tech – about their commanding officer – at all.

Y/N stopped fighting the tears and cried out loud.

Nobody would know about this.

Nobody would know about their doubt and vulnerability.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

As always sleep had been an unwilling friend to visit Tech. With a sigh he gave up and got up from the cot. As always, his mind was racing. He had tried the breathing techniques Crosshair taught him after a particular long stretch of insomnia, but it didn’t work.

And Tech wasn’t in the mood to experiment with the vast collection of sedatives to force his body to sleep right before possibly facing his brothers and definitely meeting admiral Rampart soon.

Work it was then.

His holopad listed only unchallenging administrative tasks.

The new Shuttle was in top shape.

His weapons were cleaned.

Tech had nothing to keep is overthinking brain in check.

Kriff, his life really was miserable. A never-ending effort to bringing his spiralling mind some peace.

A notification came in.

What a blessing.

Tech looked at the holopad again. It was just a reminder to check on his subordinates, to listen in on their private talks and vital signs.

The order from Imperial Command was an uncomfortable task but it was the best he had to do right now. And listing in on some snoring was better than listening to the elite squads talk like last time. At least it felt less overreaching.

He started with ES-04 and workout down from there. Four was in deep slumber, nothing of interest to note. ES-03 was still new and his sleep was restless, a few murmurs about his home planet and family escaped his lips. ES-02 was dreaming. His heartrate was accelerated. Tech turned his observation of, not interested in the rutting sounds of ES-02.

ES-01 was left. ONCE. Y/N. The thought of peeping into their private life was not only uncomfortable, but it also felt violent to strip Y/N of their peace and privacy.

And yet, Y/N was the only one Tech WANTED to know more about. He felt his desire to learn more about Y/N like a physical need, an addicting obsession Tech knew he needed to be careful with not to indulge.

Was their slumber peaceful and sweet?

Did they have dreams about home?

Or did they fight their nightmares in sleep just like they did awake?

He swallowed.

He was just following an order.

He will do nothing more.

He was just a good soldier.

Y/N wasn’t asleep. Their bucket was off and there were no vital signs coming of them. But the acoustic signal was working.

Y/N was somewhere with a lot of echoes and running water.

Tech felt himself blushing and getting hot.

They were in the shower.

It felt so right to listen in on Y/N. Tech felt bad about it.

The thought of water running down their bare and naked body made Techs mind slow like nothing ever before. The pleasure of a calm mind made him groan.

He hesitated. This was not okay. He shouldn’t listen. He shouldn’t imagine a subordinate like that. He hated that he had to. He hated that the Empire gave him order to do so. But more than that he hated himself for following that order so willingly.

He reached for the off button on his holopad.

A sob.

Was that Y/N? Were they crying?

Tech’s mind went from zero into overdrive. He needed to know who or whatever made you feel like crying. He would find out. And he would remove whatever it was from your life.

Part 4

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tiesthatbind-tf · 4 years ago

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Question for Optimus and Megatron! Do you ever see yourselves reconciling in the future? At this point do you even want to?

The jagged edges of badly-healed scars and lines of age on the man’s face were thrown into clear relief by the soft blue glow of tablet in his hands as he studied the question proposed to him carefully. Unblinkingly.

It was two in the morning on a sleepless night amid a quiet week, and after a short prayer session and paperwork, an odd sense of melancholy had begun to creep in.

The rare moments of peace brought with them clarity to his thoughts that weren’t focused on missions, briefings and strategic discussions, and that clarity was, at times, a double-edged sword.

“Back when we used to meet each other at Maccadam’s every weekend, he would bring along this notebook filled with poetry and paragraphs of his thoughts about the state of the world. It wasn’t something he openly shared—miners wrote books yes, but mostly concerning their line of work,” Optimus finally spoke up after almost ten minutes of deliberating what he was going to say, and whether he should say it.

“On the day he left the Newham police station after being arrested for suspicion of inciting a riot, after he was brutalized by a rogue guard I had hired a few months ago... I found it.”

He had left the oak desk that was groaning under a stack of files, folders and documents that only increased as the days passed, long strides taking him to the bookshelf at the end of the room where the works of Thomas Aquinas were nestled carefully next to Imam Al-Bukhari’s. One book, much smaller than the rest, seemed out of place there however, and this was the one he pulled out.

“On the sidewalk.”

It was a woebegone-looking notebook, weathered by time with the edges of some pages crimped up by water damage, though it was clear that care had been taken to preserve it: The covers were wrapped in plastic, and not a single silverfish was to be seen scuttling away as Optimus opened it only to show the initials ‘M.T’ scribbled at the lower right corner of the first page.

“I thought he had dropped it and wanted to give it back to him. And with it, I wanted to apologize for everything—for not being there when it happened, for it happening in my station under my jurisdiction, for failing the promise I made to him twenty-eight years ago that I wanted to join law enforcement to protect everyone, not just those the system decided deserved protection—-but by the time I arrived at the mining community he worked at… they told me he’d been sent to Messatine.”

He closed the book before any demand for more of its contents could arise. They weren’t his to divulge.

“So I held on to this notebook for the better part of a decade. I memorized the words——some of them, I recited in front of the Senate the day I decided I was done being a part of their system. I hoped he would come home one day so I could return it to him in person. And he did!”

There was the ghost of a smile that crossed his features, which quickly shifted to a perplexed frown.

“But when I tried to give him back what was his, he told me to keep it or burn it—-he didn’t care for it any more. No point dwelling in the past, especially one he had grown beyond, was what he said. I took his words at face value back then… but when I think about it now? I wonder if it wasn’t him trying to bury what remained of the person he was before the Pits, before Messatine, before the night at my station. Before everything.”

The guilt was heavy in his tone as he sank down to the floor and leaned against the bookshelf; broad shoulders sagging under the weight of an invisible mantle and eyes glazed over in a thousand-yard stare for a moment.

“Do I want to reconcile our differences? Yes. More than anything. Because the boy I traded books with, the friend I shared a table with, and the man who wrote these words that opened my eyes ? I believe that man is still alive and that man is worth saving.”

He closed his own eyes for a moment and when they opened once more, the focus in his gaze seemed to have returned.

“Do I think it will happen? InsyaAllah, perhaps, but I would not stake the world on that reconciliation.”

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The temperature in the empty war room felt like it had dropped several degrees as the Decepticon leader glared at the seeming-innocuous question as though it had come for his neck personally. Adam’s apple bobbing in a rare show of uncertainty and trepidation, he closed his eyes, steepled his fingers and exhaled harshly.

“I don’t… hate the man, if that is where the trajectory of your question is heading. He was my best friend, one of the few I would have trusted with my life. More heart than sense, foolish and naive and stubborn, but kind. To a fault,” Megatron uttered after a few minutes, his lips a thin and terse line as he thought about the matter a little deeper.

Another spell of silence fell upon the hall as he stood up and muttered an annoyed ‘tch’ at the part of him that saw it fit to indulge the inquiry at all before picking out a book from the glass-cased shelf in the back of the room.

“That is not to say the urge doesn’t arise from time to time. But every time that voice whispers venom and spite whenever I hear his name? I remember this.”

It landed on his paperwork with a dull thump; a hard-cover edition of ‘Umar Ibn Al-Khattab: His life and times’ which was, from first glance, well-kept save some light tatters on the book jacket.

A closer look at the book jacket however would reveal several brown specks which resembled dried blood.

“Thirty-two years ago, the sheltered child of a professor and a journalist threw this book over the fence dividing redlined districts to a nobody who simply voiced a fascination for what he was reading. Without prompt. ‘It’s a gift’ he said. A gift for someone he had spoken to for all of ten minutes. A gift for a new friend.”

The warlord who was greying earlier than most sank back into his seat with his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling overhead.

“The nobody cherished it for approximately two days before the census team came by for an unannounced inspection, and lo behold they did find it, and the nobody was beaten within an inch of his life for the crime of possessing a book which wasn’t ‘approved’ for his class, and therefore could not belong to him.”

The scoffing disdain in his voice as he spoke of the abuse was replaced with a fierceness that would have made anyone listening take a step back, more so that his glare felt like it could burn right through the screen as he returned his attention to the person on the other end.

“But it did. Because it was a gift from a friend. And when that nobody became a rebel, and eventually a warlord who tore down the doors to the government’s archives for ‘Persons Of Interest’? He bled everybody in that basement like the stuck pigs they were until he found that little box with his name written on it, found this inside it, and then burned everything else to the ground.”

That would explain the drying blood on the cover of the book that he was now holding up, at the very least.

“This, and the books that were to come which that kind and foolish boy would toss over the fence, was when I realized how broken the system truly was, that I had to rely on this subterfuge for want of a better education. This was when I realized I wanted more than to live and die in the mines as my barcode dictated.”

The mounting anger in his tone seemed to suddenly cut off he opened his mouth only to close it swiftly, and when his tongue could finally form words again, they were noticeably softer than before.

“This was also when I realized that perhaps, I wasn’t alone in my outrage, in my boyhood fantasies for a better world. No one told that meddling idiot to make my fight his as well, but at eight-years-old, he decided he was going to do something about it to help me because he wanted to. And it’s hard to hate that earnestness.”

He closed his eyes for a moment before standing up with his hands clasped behind him, features obscured as he faced the wall with shoulders squared.

“Reconciliations are not out of the question. Truth be told, I do desire it. Whatever my past as a gladiator might have impressed upon you, believe me, I don’t enjoy the prospects of senselessy killing Autobots I have fought alongside for many years, back when we worked side by side against our common enemy. Terrible waste of genuinely good if not exceedingly foolish people, I would think.”

A curt professionalism had crept in now as he turned around and stroked his beard thoughtfully at the notion.

“However the matter should only be discussed after our movement’s primary objective has been achieved, and not a moment before. And if he and his merry men keep being an obstacle in my path?”

He smirked coldly.

“I can’t promise that the consequences won’t be dire.”

#Humanformers #MegOp #inbox #Ask A Character #tw: child harm

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mari-beau · 3 years ago

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GIVE ME A REASON: PART SEVEN -A Rogue One fanfic

Final part to this story! 😘😘😘

Read on AO3

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Title: Give Me A Reason: Part Seven

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Characters: Jyn Erso POV, Cassian Andor

Pairing: Cassian/Jyn (mostly pre-ship?)

Spoilers: Rogue One; Episode IV A New Hope

Setting: Post-Rogue One AU (Cassian & Jyn live); Also during/post A New Hope

Warnings: None?

Words: 2,888

Story Summary: Jyn’s entire universe has been turned on its head, so maybe she’s clinging a little too hard to the one thing she feels certain of (strangely enough) as she tries to figure out her place in the galaxy. And maybe she’s being a little overprotective of a wounded captain.

Also can be found on AO3.

Nervous.

The hardened rebel spy was nervous. So was Jyn, of course, but it was still a surprise to find the tangible expression of Cassian’s jangled nerves. She thought he’d be better at hiding it. At hiding all of his emotions when he wanted.

But maybe he didn’t feel the need to hide it from her? Although it was a subconscious tick he probably wasn’t aware of… Which wasn’t helping the butterflies in Jyn’s own stomach. In fact, it was really starting to annoy her.

She reached for his hand, wrapping her fingers around his in an attempt to still their drumming against the side of his leg. He was still standing, but with no thanks to the Alliance. The inconsiderate bastards could’ve maybe provided a chair for the wounded captain. Not that Cassian would’ve accepted, anyway. At least everyone was just milling about until the ceremony started, so they were able to take a position against the wall, allowing Cassian to casually lean against the immense stonework for support.

He’d been looking around the large hall, watching the crowd of Alliance personnel and council members, observing and evaluating, as the spy habitually did. But when she touched him, his eyes snapped immediately to her hand on his. They widened and then that furrow formed between his brows and he frowned.

So that was how it was going to be?

In his bed, he could hold her so tight their bodies practically fused together, could nuzzle her neck, his lips could ghost over her skin in tantalizing, teasing non-kisses, he could lean into the touch of her palm on his cheek, make salacious pleased noises when she stroked his head and neck, or trailed fingers down his spine. But any sort of affectionate display in public wasn’t allowed.

Not that she wouldn’t have grabbed his hand to still his annoyingly drumming fingers if they were only just friends. They were only just friends, anyway.

He twisted his hand free, gently, casually, but removed it from her grasp nonetheless.

His dark eyes met hers and she held the gaze. Let him see the hurt, even as she thought it a stupid thing to feel hurt about. And yet… Meeting Cassian Andor had redefined her world, her existence, how she felt, how she dealt with those feelings. Her very place in the galaxy seemed to have changed.

Because here she was in a giant hall in a ruined temple, surrounded by hundreds of Alliance soldiers, waiting for a princess to tell her ‘good job’ or some such. But even stranger, she was standing beside a person she truly trusted. She couldn’t remember ever trusting anyone before, not wholeheartedly, with no reservations, no reluctance or doubt. Not since she was a child living in that cozy home with her parents that now seemed a dream.

This seemed rather dreamlike, too. Mon Mothma, the head of the Alliance’s council, dressed in regal white, looking like some ethereal being -maybe the ones Cassian had told her about in that intimate, vulnerable moment- had entered the hall and a hush formed as everyone scrambled into neat military rows, coming to attention as the elegant woman approached the dias.

She began to give a speech, but Jyn couldn’t focus on it. Cassian had started fidgeting again, shifting his weight and drumming his fingers against his leg. It seemed so entirely unlike him, and yet Jyn could sympathize. She had always tried to maintain an unreadable exterior, too, or rather, she had always tried not to feel things because everything she felt was too painful. She imagined it was similar with Cassian. And she imagined he was likewise nervous now, because being the center of attention felt wrong in every way, and just such a situation was imminent.

Jyn hated the idea of Cassian’s vulnerability being exposed to the world, that he would be required to limp the ridiculous distance up to the dias at the front of the room, in front of everyone, probably with her assistance, if he’d accept it. The man did not deserve anyone’s pity. They should only respect him for everything he’d done for the rebellion, for everything he’d sacrificed. And from what Jyn could tell, he didn’t even want that, it was so ingrained in him to work in the shadows.

She grabbed his hand again, but it was honestly more to calm herself than him. This time, though, his fingers encircled hers and did not pull away. His attention remained on Mon Mothma as she finished up her speech and introduced the princess.

Dank farrik.

Princess Leia was young and pretty, likewise clothed in regal white, but in a dress that hugged her perfect curves and accented the elegant line of her neck. Her brown hair and dark eyes offset her perfect porcelain skin. More enticing, the princess had the bearing of someone like Mon Mothma, but there was something more lively in her, adventurous and passionate maybe. Jyn would’ve felt justified in her previous unwarranted flash of jealousy when Cassian had described Leia Organa as if he knew the young woman, if Jyn didn’t find the princess extremely attractive herself. Force, if it didn’t feel like Cassian had been imprinted on her very soul, and if Jyn’s libido hadn’t already decided it wanted him and no one else would suffice… But a princess would’ve been way out of her league, anyway.

Cassian’s fingers squeezed her hand, and he leaned in, a whisper tickling her ear.

“You’re staring.”

“I’m just paying attention,” she whispered back.

A very quiet chuckle escaped him.

“Sure,” he said and she glared at him but continued to hold his hand, an anchor against the tide of nerves roiling in her stomach. “Why were you surprised that I might... kiss men sometimes? You like both men and women, too?”

“I rarely like anyone.” She stroked her thumb over the soft flesh at the base of his thumb. “But when I’m attracted to someone, it doesn’t seem to matter what their gender is.”

If they were pretty, they were pretty. She couldn’t really say why or what criteria made someone attractive to her. Although Leia had some gorgeous brown eyes. And so did Cassian for that matter, although his were a little darker, and as much playful as perceptive as they studied her face. And maybe she had become so soft that she’d gone to actual mush, because she could stare into those eyes forever.

Was that her thing? Is that what did it for her? Was she an ‘eyes’ girl?

Oh. Maybe she was. Because she found herself utterly captivated by Cassian’s beautiful eyes, finding everything she wanted and more in their dark depths... An if she didn’t know better... She could swear that he wanted-

“Captain Andor. Jyn Erso.”

Jyn nearly jumped out of her skin. Alarm likewise flashed across Cassian’s face before it was promptly hidden by a facade of professional pleasantness as he straightened. His hand slipped out of hers but landed at the small of her back to urge her forward out of the ranks.

And then Jyn found herself face to face with Leia Organa. And felt such gratitude that the princess had come to them and not made Cassian come to her, limping on an unsteady, barely begun to heal leg, that Jyn found herself smiling broadly, genuinely, at the kriffing gorgeous young woman.

“Thank you for everything you’ve done for the rebellion. I know you’ve lost much.”

Jyn bowed her head, although being as small as she was, the even more petite princess still could’ve managed to drape the medal over her head with no problem.

“We all have lost too much,” Cassian said, after bowing to receive his own medal from the princess.

Leia Organa was good at maintaining her facade but Jyn saw the sadness in the young woman’s eyes. Jyn had cried while Cassian was in deep, medicated sleep, when she heard that Alderaan had been destroyed, feeling like she had failed after all. But what pain that loss was to its princess, Jyn couldn’t quite fathom. She had lost much, her parents, her childhood, but she had never loved an entire planet, full of people who she was a leader to. She had sort of led a unit of soldiers. And they all had died. And that was agony.

Except for Cassian. She still had Cassian. And if Jyn was honest, he was more than an entire world to her. He was a kriffing galaxy. She slid her arm around his waist because his hand on her back was not providing enough contact when Jyn felt like she might fall to pieces at any moment.

“I’m truly glad you both survived Scarif,” Princess Leia said, as if the loss of just two more lives would’ve crushed her, that the knowledge that some had survived, that some could and would survive this fight, was what kept her going. “Your bravery has saved us all.”

“Thank you,” Jyn said, unable to think of anything else to say.

The princess inclined her head, a bittersweet smile on her face, before she turned and began walking back to the dias. When Jyn returned her attention to Cassian, he was looking at her again with that expression in his eyes.

“We should probably get back in line,” she whispered, but was unable to break away from his captivating gaze.

“When have you ever been one to stay in line, Jyn Erso?” There was the small flash of his tongue wetting his bottom lip and Jyn nearly forgot how to breathe. No longer fixated by his eyes but his mouth. Was he-

His hand at the small of her back urged her closer, his other hand cupping her face and-

Oh.

Cassian Andor’s kiss was… Perfection. It was everything a first kiss, any kiss should be, excited and eager at the start, making it perhaps a little too rough when his mouth crashed against hers, but then suddenly softer, gentle, a tentative question, which she returned, sliding her lips against his, parting them in invitation, which he accepted, deepening the kiss. He tilted his head, angling his mouth against hers, sucking at her top lip then her bottom, submitting to her own explorative press and slide of her lips, the small nips she made with the edge of her teeth. His tongue darted over her lips, swiping into her mouth just the smallest fraction, just enough to tease and tantalize and make her release a groan of pure carnal want.

The room, the world, had faded away entirely but suddenly came crashing back hard. People were hooting and clapping, whistling and chuckling and shouting lewd, encouraging comments. Cassian broke the kiss, breathing heavily as he rested his forehead against hers for a moment.

He had just kissed her. In front of everyone. They might as well have been standing on that dias, in front of the princess, making out for the entire Alliance to see.

“You kissed me,” she said, still incredulous.

“Yes,” Cassian met her gaze with his dark brown eyes, which seemed to be honest-to-goodness twinkling, for Force’s sake. “And you kissed me back.”

“But, you kissed me. In public. In front of everyone.”

“Yes.” Cassian was a good liar, pretending that it wasn’t a big deal for him to so openly display an emotion such as affection. He shrugged. “It was a bit territorial of me. Sorry.”

Jyn hadn’t even thought of that. She was so busy fighting her possessive feelings for Cassian, it hadn’t occurred to her he might be feeling possessive of her.

“Don’t apologize.” Don’t take it back. Please.

He smiled at her. And parts of her that she hadn’t previously known existed before meeting him, responded, filling her with warmth, as seemed inevitable whenever she was in the glow of that smile of his.

“Let’s get out of here while we can,” he leaned in to whisper, a little closer than necessary so that his mouth was just a couple of teasing inches away from hers.

“Yeah,” Jyn whispered back. “Your leg must be bothering you. I think we need to get you back to bed.”

His mouth twitched and he raised his eyebrows at her. Like he was in any condition to follow through on the innuendo that she actually hadn’t intended.

“Do you know of… er… a back way out of here?” Jyn asked as they ducked back into line. Things seemed to be picking up for the next part of the ceremony. And she’d honestly had enough pomp and circumstance for the day.

“Of course. I’m a spy,” Cassian said, giving Jyn a wink as he took her hand and somehow began to sidle through the ranks of rebel soldiers, weaving seamlessly between them and towing Jyn along, none the worse for wear for his injured leg.

They managed to reach the wall, slide along it and duck into a shadowy corner that was the entrance to a hidden narrow hallway just as all the troops came to attention and did an about face. Apparently the heroes of the Battle of Yavin were making their grand entrance. Jyn would’ve been curious about them if she wasn’t being towed along by the most compelling person she’d ever met, the most frustrating, uptight, passionate, tortured, beautiful man in the galaxy.

Halfway back to his quarters, his limp was worsening, so Jyn pulled her hand out of his and slipped her arm around his waist. It was difficult to say whether he maybe just wasn’t as much a stubbornly independent sort as she thought, or whether he trusted her like no other. But either way, he accepted her help and being snuggled up against him felt like where she belonged.

When they reached his quarters, Cassian collapsed onto his bed with a sigh. It had been a long day, even for her, and she was only recovering from comparatively minor injuries. So she was actually a little surprised when he didn’t immediately pass out. Instead, he gave her that look again.

“Come here.” Sitting up, he reached for her. And Jyn came, more than willingly, practically jumping into his lap, only hesitating when part of her shouted to be careful not to hurt him.

He smiled. Oh, that smile.

“It’s okay.” His hands found her waist. And oh, they fit her curves like they were made to hold her.

“But your injuries. I don’t want-”

“Straddle me.” He tugged gently at her waist. Heat blazed through her, and a wanting she’d never experienced the likes of before. “You can keep your weight off me that way, if you want.”

“Oh, right.” She put a knee on the bed on either side of his thighs, settled onto his lap without -he was right- placing her full weight on him. Cassian made a pleased noise, his hands never leaving her waist, but beginning to stroke up and down her sides, beneath her vest but separated from her bare skin by the fabric of her shirt, which she was honestly a bit thankful for. Her senses, her kriffing emotions, were already overwhelmed, especially when she looked down to find his face tilted up towards hers, his pretty dark eyes fixed on her, showing her everything he kept locked up so deep inside.

His eyes were all soft and imploring, filled with a desperate need to give and receive affection, to be understood and loved, to connect with another person on a soul deep level, emotionally… physically. It made her heart race and her skin prickle with gooseflesh. She had the same longing she had never been able to define before.

Jyn took his face in her hands, leaned down and kissed him. It was as good as the first time. Maybe even better. No less eager for one another, the ambrace was enthusiastic and a bit sloppy. But it slowed to that intense teasing exploration of one another, this time deepened by their tongues eager to taste one another, stroke and caress. The kiss was seeking and answering. It was… It was...

Kissing Cassian was a revelation. Not just confirmation that her attraction to him was reciprocated, but a soul-baring epiphany.

Most of her life, all of her adult life, Jyn had had nothing beyond surviving, no reason for living besides that death was the alternative. Cassian had tried to give her one, give her the Cause, his cause, the Rebellion. And for a while, she’d adopted it. She would still make it hers. But she was too cynical for it to be her reason for living. And if she was truly honest with herself, it was only her Cause because it was his.

Cassian Andor had given her something to live for, something to fight for, but it wasn’t what either of them pretended it was.

He was her reason. He was her Cause.

The kiss broke, and Jyn rested her forehead against his, the need to be close persisting despite the biological requirement that they break for want of air. His hands released her waist to cradle her face.

“Cassian…” She could barely recognize her own breathy whisper, could not find any words.

His thumbs stroke her cheeks and he sighed, his voice low and husky when he spoke.

“Me, too, Jyn. Me, too.”

END

#fic: give me a reason #rogue one #rebelcaptain #fanfiction #Cassian x Jyn #Cassian Andor #Jyn Erso #my fic

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redeemedrevolver · 4 years ago

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BOCW Characters and their MBTIs

Summary:

The characters of BOCW take the MBTI Personality Test and find out their personality types. They were a bit shocked. Some can't believe it while others believe it fully.

A/N:

The link to the MBTI test is above if you still don't know your personality type and want to find out. It's a long test, but worth answering. More information about the personality will be in the parenthesis beside the character.

It was a bit hard taking the test because I had to picture myself as them answering it in their character.

These aren't exactly their MBTIs, but this is a depiction based on their overall character from the events in the games (Black Ops Series)

I hope I did my best!

Russell Adler (INTJ-A — "Architect")

Information about the personality type:

These thoughtful tacticians love perfecting the details of life, applying creativity and rationality to everything they do. Their inner world is often a private, complex one.

comprises 2.1% of the total world population (rare personality type)

highly analytical, creative, and logical

introverted and prefer to work alone

greater emphasis on logic and objective information rather than subjective emotions

like their world to feel controlled and ordered

Strengths:

self-confident and hard-working - believe in Bell most of the time

takes criticism well

most independent

rational

good at listening - evident with the number of dialogue options you have

Weaknesses:

lack of empathy - apparent when reading the paper regarding Bell's brainwashing and his persistence

romantic relationships are their Achilles heel - it doesn't mean they don't feel, but they don't want to express it to anyone

sometimes callous or insensitive

highly analytical towards everything

perfectionistic

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Alex Mason (ISTJ-T — "Logistician")

Information about the personality type:

These people tend to be reserved yet willful, with a rational outlook on life. They compose their actions carefully and carry them out with methodical purpose.

male ISTJs comprises 16% of the total world population (common personality type)

enjoy taking responsibility for their actions

take pride in the work they do

reserved, practical, and quiet

value loyalty in themselves and others

Strengths:

detail-oriented

observant - can be applied to his "excellent sniper" trait

orderly and organized

calm and practical

jacks-of-all-trades

Weaknesses:

stubborn - shown in the interrogation scene in BO1 for a few moments

tends to blame others

judgemental

insensitive

works always by the book - reluctant to bend or change the rules

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Frank Woods (ESTP-A — "Entrepreneur")

Information about the personality type:

They tend to be energetic and action-oriented, deftly navigating whatever is in front of them. They love uncovering life’s opportunities, whether socializing with others or in more personal pursuits.

comprises 4-10% of the total world population (fairly common personality type)

live in the moment and dive into the action

unique skill in noticing small changes - shift in facial expression, new clothing style, or broken habit

full of passion and energy complemented with a rational mind

prefer the practical over the abstract

Strengths:

gregarious, funny, and energetic - shown in CW

adaptable and resourceful

rational and practical - apparent in BO1 for his overall character

makes decisions based on logic and reason

sociable

Weaknesses:

risk-prone - most likely the person one will be paired to operations where things can go wrong quickly

defiant

easily bored

impulsive - true to his personality

too competitive

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Jason Hudson (ENTJ-A — "Commander")

Information about the personality type:

They are decisive people who love momentum and accomplishment. They gather information to construct their creative visions but rarely hesitate for long before acting on them.

comprises 1.8% of the total world population (2nd rarest personality type)

gifted with charisma and confidence

quick to see inefficiency and conceptualize new solutions to them

love a big or small challenge and overcoming them

dominant at the negotiating table

Strengths:

strong leadership skills - the overseer in BOCW

well-organized

good decision maker

assertive and outspoken

strategic thinkers

Weaknesses:

stubborn and dominant - shown in the scene where he talks to Bell about Lubyanka

impatient

intolerant

cold and ruthless - true to his nickname "Ice Cube"

poor handling of emotions

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Helen Park (INFJ-T — "Advocate")

Information about the personality type:

They tend to approach life with deep thoughtfulness and imagination. Their inner vision, personal values, and a quiet, principled version of humanism guide them in all things.

female INFJs comprises 1.6% of the total world population (rarest personality type)

thinks about deep topics and contemplates the meaning of life

has a deep sense of idealism and integrity, but aren’t idle dreamers

speak with great passion and conviction

soft-spoken and understated

Strengths:

sensitive to the needs of others

insightful

altruistic - use their strengths for the greater good

passionate - eagerness to capture Volkov in E. Berlin

creative

Weaknesses:

sensitive to criticism - may be shown after joking about her scar

reluctant to open up - shown with the scar scene with Lazar

prone to burnouts

dislikes confrontation

stubborn

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Eleazar "Lazar" Azoulay (ENFP-A — "Campaigner")

Information about the personality type:

These people tend to embrace big ideas and actions that reflect their sense of hope and goodwill toward others. Their vibrant energy can flow in many directions.

comprises 8.1% of the total world population (common personality type)

reads between the lines with curiosity and energy

see life as a big, complex puzzle where everything is connected through emotion

do best in situations where they have the freedom to be creative and innovative

spend a lot of time exploring social relationships

Strengths:

empathetic and caring - apparent and true in the Duga ending and after being saved in Cuba

fun and spontaneous - evident when talking to him and Sims

warm and enthusiastic

curious

observant - can be applied after the Cuba briefing about the LMG he and Sims are talking about

Weaknesses:

can be overly emotional

tends to get stressed out easily - can be apparent when being loud in E. Berlin and talking about Lubyanka

struggles to follow rules

disorganized

poor practical skills

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Lawrence Sims (ESFJ-A — "Consul")

Information about the personality type:

They are attentive and people-focused, and they enjoy taking part in their social community. Their achievements are guided by decisive values, and they willingly offer guidance to others.

comprises 12.3% of the total world population (common personality type)

continue to enjoy supporting their friends and loved ones

gain energy from interacting with other people

encourages other people to be their best

have a hard time believing anything bad about the people to whom they are close

Strengths:

practical and dependable - true to his character being in charge of logistics; you can trust him with anything related to gear requests

organized - can be seen writing in a ledger and making phone calls to everyone about the lists of equipment needed for an operation

sensitive and warm

conscientious

very loyal

Weaknesses:

sensitive to criticism - can be triggered in certain dialogues about Vietnam

too selfless and doesn't look after themselves

dislike change

approval-seeking

controlling

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Perseus (ENFJ-A — "Protagonist")

Information about the personality type:

These warm, forthright types love helping others, and they tend to have strong ideas and values. They back their perspective with the creative energy to achieve their goals.

comprises 2.5% of the total world population (3rd rarest personality type)

strong extraverts and enjoy spending time with other people

interested in devoting their time to others

radiate authenticity, concern, and altruism

unlikely to be afraid to take the slings and arrows while standing up for the people and ideas they believe in

Strengths:

encouraging

persuasive - apparent in the meeting scene during Bell's remembrance of him

wide social circle - can be his list of agents, whom he may have close ties with personally

charismatic

natural-born leaders

Weaknesses:

self-sacrificing - may be related to sacrificing half of Europe for his plans to expand the Soviet Union

overprotective

manipulative

indecisive

overly idealistic - can be apparent in the meeting scene in Bell's remembrance

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Dimitri Belikov (INFJ-A — "Advocate")

Information about the personality type:

INFJs are deeply concerned about their relations with individuals as well as the state of humanity at large. They are, in fact, sometimes mistaken for extroverts because they appear so outgoing and are so genuinely interested in people -- a product of the Feeling function they most readily show to the world.

male INFJs comprises 0.5-1% of the total world population (rarest personality type)

emotionally intimate and fulfilled with a chosen few

have the clearest insights of all the types into the motivations of others, for good and for evil

usually reserved but highly sensitive to how others feel

capable of taking their values and using them to bring about positive and lasting change

Strengths:

focused on the future

values close, deep relationships - evident with Charkov being his best friend, despite the needed betrayal for the CIA

not materialistic

enjoy looking good and taking care of their appearance

very sensitive and emotional

Weaknesses:

difficult to get to know

incredibly stubborn

has a rebel attitude - true to him being the mole of the KGB and working for the CIA for a decade

dislikes confrontation - may be true to be called to the central committee and talking to Kravchenko

avoiding the ordinary

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Greta Keller (ISTJ-A — "Logistician")

Information about the personality type:

They like strengthening their current relationships rather than seeking out new ones. These people tend to “play the hits” in their lives. They find joy and comfort in the things they know they like and rely on what worked or didn’t work in the past when making big decisions.

female ISFJs comprises 8% of the total world population (common personality type)

have a keen sense of right and wrong

enjoy order and organization in all areas of their lives

carefully plan things out well in advance

place a great deal of emphasis on traditions and laws

Strengths:

self-sufficient - evident when letting Bell take lead and leaving herself behind

realistic

persistent

trustworthy

thorough - apparent in her dialogues in the bar

Weaknesses:

judgmental

gets involved in win-lose situations - evident when captured by Volkov and almost snapped by the neck to death

have tendencies to believe that they're always right

subjective

uncomfortable expressing emotion or affection towards others

#cod #call of duty #call of duty black ops cold war #call of duty black ops #cod bocw #cod bo #russell adler #alex mason #frank woods #jason hudson #helen park #lazar azoulay #lawrence sims #perseus #dimitri belikov #greta keller #own writing

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missbrunettebarbie · 3 years ago

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Killjoys sorting

With the help of @starry-sky-stuff here are the sortings of most of the characters of the TV show Killjoys. Warning: SPOILERS ahead

Yalena "Dutch" Yardeen is probably the most Snake Lion protagonsit I've seen in a while now. She only really cares about her people who at the begining of the show are Johnny, then D'avin and despite what Dutch would like, Khlyen. Over the next five seasons, Dutch's circle grows as she adds new people, but she's still very much a Snake. The best example of Dutch's Snake primary is the season 1 episode where everyone is hunting for her mentor, Big Joe, and despite the fact that he's guilty Dutch tries to do anything to save him.

As a result of Khlyen's harsh upbringing, Dutch has almost all the secondary models drilled into her. But she's a Lion through and through: her first instinct is always to tackle the problem head on. She and D'avin bond over training and shooting things. Not to mention, when Johnny leaves the team, we have a hilarious moment when Dutch and D'avin have to deal with a teoublesome computer. Their solution: shoot it and fry it xDD

D'avin Jaqobis is definitely a Lion secondary. He's a soldier who like Dutch always goes for the direct approach. Like I previously said, he and Dutch bond because they share a secondary. His primary was harder, but I think he is a Badger. This is a very Loyalist verse and D'avin is no exception. Out of the entire trio, D'avin is the one most excited by the idea of Team Awesome Force. He is also the one put in charge of the war against the Hullen at the end of season 3 because of his leadership qualities. I would also add that his way of parenting Jaq (letting him choose his own name, always making sure he knows he is loved) seems very Badger-ish.

Johnny Jaqobis is probably the nicest Snake primary out there. This guy bonds with literally everyone that he spends more than five minutes with. But he's not a Badger, as he has very clear priorities ie. in season 1 when he thinks he'd have to choose between Dutch and D'avin, he knows he would choose Dutch even if it makes him a bad brother. Or at the end of season 3 when Dutch thinks she would die, she didn't tell Johnny because she thought he won't be able to handle it. He also bonds with individuals, not groups.

Johnny is a Bird secondary with a Snake model for fun undercover stuff and a Badger model he developed after his brother left home and he isn't not particulary fond of ("I am tired of being the one who always fixing things"). But the Bird is genuine: he is the nerd, the computer guy, the one with a plan.

Khlyen Kin Rit is Johnny's mirror in every way, the devil on Dutch's shoulder while Johnny is the angel. And it shows even in their sortings as both are Snake Birds. Khlyen's People are Aneela and then Dutch, nobody else. Everything he does, he does for them. The show doesn't excuse his abuse of Dutch at all, but it's clear Khlyen's acted that way because he thought training Dutch as brutally as he did would be the only way to ensure her survival. As a Bird secondsry, Khlyen is always the guy who has a plan, knowledge that others desperately want. As the other Yalena tells hin: "Even on a bad day, you are ten steps ahead of everyone else".

Pawter Simms who is "Qreshy born, but Westerly made" is a Badger primary whose community is Westerly and she gives up her life for it. Despite her own confession that she is no do gooder, but an exiled addict, Pawter bonds so much with the people of Old Town that she stays behind to help them after a bombing. And when she becomes one of The Nine, her first priority is still Westerly. I would say she is a Lion secondary with a Bird model for her job as a doctor. Just like Dutch and D'avin, Pawter keeps going even when she hits walls everwhere in her path and rarely tries to reconsider her methods.

Aneela Kin Rit is literally another version of Dutch, one who grew up differently, so it shouldn't be surprising that they houseshare. The way Aneela Darth Vaders her ship in season 3 screams of a burned Snake primary who weaponized her burning. During the last seasons she unburns for Kendry and Jaq. As most of the cast Aneela runs straight into obstacles and as a Hullen, she has no problem obliterating everyone that stands in her way. Classic Lion secondary.

Delle Seyah Kendry is a Snake secondary who really has fun manipulating people and playing with them when she has the upper end. In s3, when she is at Aneela's mercy the playfulness is replaced by the more pragmatic need to stay alive and she proves she is just as capable at holding soft power as she is with hard power. I initially had her pegged as a Snake primary who had no people before Aneela and Jaq. Keeley however conviced me she's probably a Bird primary that gets the Eleanor Shellstrop arc of having a very nihilistic system replaced by one with more Snake values (this is a veery Snake verse). She is the character that most cares about politics and the bigger picture. Not to mention, there is an inherit disdain in the first 2 seasons towards loyalists like Pawter and Dutch.

Jaq Kin Rit is for sure a Snake primary who puts his family first. His secondary is harder to point, considering he is still a kid who is still new to the world, but going purely on instinct I would say Badger secondary.

The Lady is probably another Snake primary considering her entire season 5 quest is to be loved by someone; be it either her future hatchlings or, in a cruel twist of faith, Khlyen. Maybe a Bird secondary? She is good at planning.

Lucy - the ship's AI- is an Exploded Snake with Johnny as her person. You only need to watch the first couple of episodes to realize Johnny is Lucy's #1 priority and will always be. Probably Bird secondary as is typical of AIs.

Zephyr Vos gave Keely Hermione Granger vibes and no wonder: the woman is a brilliant scientist, always needs to be right, is at her best when she trusts her instincts (see s5 where she was the first one to realize something was wrong in their idyllic world) and left her family because they forbade her to practice science. I think it's fair to say she is a Lion Bird.

Alvis Akary is a Bird Badger whose truth is his religion and who manages to get out of trouble with the help of friends like Dutch or his Scarback community.

Primma Dezz left his life as a warlord and framed his death because he realized his boyfriend would be a better leader than him. I think it's safe to say he is not a Snake. But considering the way he cares about the people of Old Town, he is a Loyalist. Most likely a Double Badger as his bar is a way to connect people and he is often the one to raise the spirits or the patriotic feelings in the people of Westerly. It's very sweet to see a Double Badger who uses patriotism for good.

Turin is probably a Badger whose community is the RAC. Lion secondsry as these are the kind of people mostly drawn to the Killjoys business.

Gared's a Snake Lion with Pree as his person and more courage than wits.

Fancy Lee "cleans, cooks, builds stuff", making him a Bird secondary. Considering his arc to help the cleansed Hullens, I could easily see him as a Badger primary who had no community before.

TL;DR

Yalena "Dutch" Yardeen - Snake Lion aka The Rebel, Snake secondary model, Bird secondary model

D'avin Jaqobis - Badger Lion aka The Protagonist

Johnny Jaqobis - Snake Bird aka The Mastermind, Snake secondary model, Badger secondary model

Khlyen Kin Rit -Snake Bird aka The Mastermind, Snake secondary model

Pawter Simms - Badger Lion aka The Protagonist, Bird secondary model

Aneela Kin Rit - Snake Lion aka The Rebel, her primary unburns during the story

Delle Seyah Kendry -Bird Snake aka The Artist

Jaq Kin Rit - Snake Badger aka The Lover

The Lady - Snake Bird aka The Mastermind

Lucy - Snake Bird aka The Mastermind, exploded primary

Zephyr Vos- Lion Bird aka The Vigilante

Alvis Akary - Bird Badger aka The Survivor

Primma "Pree" Dezz -Double Badger aka The Peacemaker

Fancy Lee - Badger Bird aka The Arhitecht

Turin - Badger Lion aka The Protagonist

Gared - Snake Lion aka The Rebel

#killjoys #sortinghatchats #killjoys thoughts

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aphroditestummyrolls · 4 years ago

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The Nagron Baby fic is slow going (god, it’s gonna be so fucking long, y’all), and I need a little encouragement. @lazaefair had a brilliant idea! to post 7 sentences of my WIP! this is.... more than 7 sentences. but it’s an excerpt of the Baby Fic that no one has gotten to read yet!

If you like this, please let me know. Like, reblog, even message me. Even if you’re not really in the nagron/spartacus fandom, but it crossed your dash and you liked it! This week is creatively slow, and i really want to get this posted soon. so, yeah. Thanks <3

The last time they had been woken in dead of night to meet with a grave-faced Spartacus was a time that Agron preferred never to think about.

“I would have your counsel, brother. Pressing matters draw us all from sleep.”

He wasn’t specifically told to wake Nasir, but their leader didn’t move to stop him— they were so rarely separated of late, and no one had the heart to see them parted. Least of all, Spartacus. He gave them a short moment to wake properly, but Agron could read the hard set of his brother’s jaw and the tension in his shoulders. He didn’t take the usual time he would like. His anxiously beating heart would not allow him to appreciate the first blink of Nasir’s handsome black eyes, nor the last fog of peace that evaporated as he woke.

Since being returned to his arms after the disaster of the summer months, Nasir had become faster to wake, the expectation of bad news tensing across the fine planes of his face. The urge to kiss the furrow from his brow was strong, but Agron only gave a reassuring half of a smile.

“What is it? What’s happened?” he asked, pushing himself to sitting. Already, his hand was reaching for his spear.

Agron shrugged, not knowing the words to answer. “Spartacus calls us to urgent congress.”

“Weapon is not needed.” Spartacus informed in attempt at reassurance, but Nasir only raised an unimpressed eyebrow.

He tucked a dagger into the loop of his pants anyway, and Agron would never dare to stop him.

“Lead on, then.” he said, taking Agron’s offered hand to pull himself to standing.

A storm lingered in the air, dark clouds hovering low in the night sky like a heavy blanket over the camp. It felt like an omen from the gods. Agron braced himself with a hundred different scenarios as they made their way under the flap of Spartacus’ tent to face their new foe—

Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw. If Spartacus had told him outright, he’d never have believed him.

The orange light of the scattered lanterns lit the room and all those within in a misleadingly menacing glow, half in shadow. Grave faces turned to watch them enter. Agron saw Lugo, Donar, and Saxa, all spattered with blood but seeming without injury. They had glazed and faraway looks of deep contemplation. Gannicus was slumped over the small table, head propped up against hand and cheek smushed up his handsome face. His brow was furrowed, and Agron assumed Crixus looked the same, though his face was hidden from view as he paced the length of the tent.

The atmosphere was even more stormy than the sky, but the threat? It seemed all but entirely absent.

There was a basket in the center of the table, laying on top of the maps Agron and Spartacus had been looking over not hours earlier.

“Surely you jest…” Agron was unsure if the slump of his shoulders was of relief or annoyance, gazing down into the basket— the tiny face flickering in the light, the fringe of golden lashes on chubby pink cheek, the little rosebud of lips. The splatter of blood drops upon swaddling clothes was the only evidence of anything out of the ordinary.

Aside, of course, from the presence of something so small and helpless in the deepest folds of a rebel encampment. A baby, so far from mother and home.

Thunder rumbled in the distance, and the baby let out the smallest whimper, creasing its forehead with a moment’s dreaming fear. It loosened something long buried in Agron’s chest— a latent instinct to reach out and soothe the stress from little mind. He had to use more strength than expected to pull himself back from the table’s edge, to tear his gaze away from the delicate creature and look over to his leader. Surely, he fucks with my mind— what were they to do with one so small? Where did they even find such a thing?

“Where did you even find such a creature?” Nasir was the one to give voice to both their thoughts, to break the words he could find no voice for.

Spartacus sighed heavily. “Lugo, Donar, and Saxa found it upon road at dusk. I instructed them to take a merchant cart, could they find one, but…”

“But, the merchant was traveling not only with supplies.” Donar scrubbed hand down his drawn face, blood dried into the skin, “Also with wife and child.”

Silence hung like a spectre for a long moment, broken only by the patter of rain getting stronger against the canvas roof, growls of thunder coming closer to breaking over their valley. The baby dreamt on, as if mother was not dead, life was not forever altered— perhaps even forfeit— at her loss. As if feet moved of their own accord, he found himself yet again at the table’s edge, looking down on the soft, feeble thing like he’d never seen so foreign a creature.

Yet, his hands itched to take the long forgotten, familiar paths they used to. To pick up the child in his arms and feel the littlest heartbeat against his chest, the tiny puffs of sleeping breath against his neck. The fuzz of new hair and the flex of chubby hands. He remembered the way Duro used to wake in the night, and Agron would rise from his own rest. He used to stand in the moonlight of their home’s small window, rocking back and forth until wails became cries, and cries became whimpers. Some nights, he felt as if he rose to aid while still in sleep’s grasp, walking the well worn track of steps with eyes still exhaustedly closed. He rocked back and forth, and back and forth...

He had to consciously plant his feet to the floor of Spartacus’ tent to keep himself from shifting weight from foot to foot, rocking just looking at the little thing. His hands braced on the table, brushing the basket even as he bid himself to be still.

Suddenly desperate to go, to get out of this tent and away from the thing, Agron took deep breath and struggled to find voice.

“Fuck.” he finally sighed.

“For once, we find ourselves in agreement.” Crixus huffed.

#nagron #nagron fanfiction #spartacus #spartacus tv #spartacus fanfiction #WIP #totally not 7 sentences #the baby fic #this thing is so long #like im 12k in and im about 2/3 done #ahhhhhhhhhhhh #please tell me if you like it please im dying here

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crystalirises · 3 years ago

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The Love of Fools

I smile... knowing I have never read Romeo and Juliet and have no plans to read Romeo and Juliet.

Listen. I know it's a tragedy and all, but it still has focus on the romance and I just don't like reading romantic stories. They're not my cup of tea. Because of this, the one I wrote may not be Romeo and Juliet in particular... it has some elements of it, but it's not a Romeo and Juliet AU. I tried.

...Also I changed my username... yay XD

TW: Major Character Death, War, Blood, Violence, Double Suicide, and Talk of Suicide

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28886223/chapters/81467140

Fundy closed the heavy oaken doors behind him, breathing in the fresh night air, the collar of his suit biting into the skin of his neck. His sensitive ears picked up the soft lull of violin music within the ballroom, their family’s guests lost in a world of waltz and merriment. He picked at his collar, loosening it to give him but a quick moment to breath. Amongst the festivities, he could faintly hear his father’s low whispers. Fundy shook his head, making his way towards the railing of the balcony, decorated with tulips. “O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?”

“I don’t know who Romeo is, but I’m quite the Dream, don’t you think?” He tried not to giggle the moment he caught a glimpse of a red rose floating above the banister. His fingers curled around the stem, flincing the moment he touched an uncut thorn. Blood coated the green, dripping before landing against a white porcelain mask. Dream’s masked face appeared, hands grasping the vines that grew around the rails before finally climbing over the balcony. Fundy concealed his bleeding finger, not wishing to worry Dream. It was a rare moment for them both, after all. Dream moved the mask so that it was resting on those blonde curls that shone like the finest gold, green eyes that seem to hold the vast and lush forest stared at Fundy with such love that he couldn’t help but lean forward, pressing a soft kiss to his lover’s lips. “I missed you.”

“As do I.” They parted, their kiss lingering in the air. It was quick, a moment to last until their next meeting. It was all they could afford, that short time when the world melted away. When Fundy was not the Crown Prince of L’Manburg and Dream was not the leader of the Essempian Rebellion. For that brief moment, they were both two star-crossed lovers, longing for the other with all their heart and soul. Dream reached for his hand, lacing them together before they turned to look out into the night sky. Fundy rested his head against Dream’s shoulder, relaxing in the warmth of his love. Dream’s eyes twinkled with starlight, the stars shining against the green. If Dream held the silver of the moon in his eyes, Fundy held the gold of sunlight. It was a strange characteristic for them to share. Dream with his hair of gold, and Fundy with his fiery red hair that had streaks of silver. They were both the sun and moon. “How bold of you to show tonight.”

“And miss an opportunity to see you? Might as well take a dagger to my heart.” He refrained from rolling his eyes, it would be unbecoming, even if he was free to act as himself around Dream. He looked down at their entwined hands, a smile crossing his face. Dream followed his gaze, chuckling before rubbing Fundy’s knuckles with his thumb. He could see that there was a new scar on the back of Dream’s hand, gained from the many battles that he’s no doubt found himself in. In a better world, Fundy would have preferred that his heart had chosen a man who wouldn’t scare him so. However, what world would that be? And why would Fundy ever give up the man he actually loves? “You, on the other hand, should be inside… with all the fancy folk.”

“You’re right, I can’t imagine the interesting topics I’m missing by being with you. All that talk of politics, proposals, and marriages. You’re right, I should head inside.” Fundy winked, slowly slipping his hand from Dream’s hold. The man pouted, reaching for his hand again before pulling him back. He giggled, leaning against Dream’s chest. His free hand had caught itself on Dream’s chest, right above his heart. Beneath his fingertips, he could hear his love’s heart, its steady beat making him quite dizzy with the thought that they were here. That they were alive. He took their intertwined hands, pressing a kiss to the scar on Dream’s hand. “They have nothing to say that could ever pique my interest. You… Well, you’re very interesting. So… mysterious. So…”

“Entertaining?” His nose scrunch up at the word, Dream chuckling at his sudden glare. If he wanted entertainment, Fundy would have sought out any of his three uncles. Uncle Tubbo was fun to be around, for they both shared an interest in redstone and animals. Uncle Tommy was argumentative, but he made for great conversation. Uncle Techno was filled with stories of his own and with knowledge of the myths, there was no moment where he felt bored to be around his uncle. Dream was not entertainment. Fundy had no proper word to describe him yet, but he’d find one. He just knew that Dream made him feel like he wasn’t who his father and everyone else expected him to be. “I know. I know. You don’t see me as another trinket to amuse yourself with. Still, to be with me is to incite danger. What would your father say if he ever found out—”

“He would be too furious to say anything. You would have pushed him beyond words, beyond reason. I dare say, he’d have your head if he were to ever find out. And… perhaps, I may never see the light of day again.” That may be an exaggeration, but with his father, Fundy could never know how he might react. To argue with him was to be like punching a great oaken tree. It would hurt, and it would be nearly impossible to get through. Ever since his father became the king, he’s been under a lot of stress. Fundy couldn’t fault him, after all, he loved his father. Yet he would like to go a day without his father intruding upon his privacy to ensure that Fundy wasn’t climbing a tree or scamming someone out of their money. Both were very unbecoming for a Crown Prince. Dream winced beside him, and Fundy had to wonder why he still remained by his side. “You know, many a suitor have left me in favor of their lives. Why are you so different?”

“Now, I do value my life and would rather not be brutally murdered by Wilbur.” For a moment, Dream glanced down at his hand, and Fundy knew it was no ordinary soldier that had wounded him. Fundy pressed another kiss against the scar, wishing that he had been born with the gift of a healer. But that was not what fate dealt him. He was an inventor. Like how Dream was a leader. It was what they were given in, it was their life’s destiny. Yet, destiny had allowed them to meet despite all odds. Or perhaps - and it was odd to think of, but he’d thought it through ever since he met Dream - that destiny was what they made it to be. “But I love you more than life or death.”

“Don’t be so careless, death and life are not matters that should be taken lightly.” Fundy was taught to be careful with his words, a talent he’d used to trick people, much to his father’s disappointment. Death and life were ideas that one did not trifle with in such a calm and joking manner. It was no secret that his grandfather had somehow gained favor with the Goddess of Death, and Fundy would not wish to disrespect his grandmother, wherever she may be. However, it would be a lie to say that his heart didn’t skip a beat at Dream’s declaration. His rebel always knew how to make him blush. He shouldn’t be happy with his lover’s words. What good were they when everything was stacked against them? Regardless of life or death, they were not meant to be. “You don’t mean that. What we have, it cannot go on forever. We cannot possibly be—”

“Then hear my proposal.” Dream squeezed his hand, reaching to hold both his hands in his own. Fundy held his breath, his head heavy with euphoria and trepidation. There was a genuine gleam in Dream’s eye, one that made Fundy wish to either retreat inside or pull Dream into a kiss to cut him off. He liked what they had. He wasn’t sure he could handle any change that was about to come. “Run away with me. Far from your family’s expectations, away from the coming war.”

“You would abandon your people and you ask me to abandon mine?” His breath caught in his throat. What was one to say to such a proposal? What could he say that wouldn’t somehow damage any of his relationships or hurt anyone in the end? What should he say? Fundy lowered his gaze, sweat dripping down the sides of his neck. His destiny hung in what he was to say. He thought of both outcomes. If he were to run, perhaps he and Dream could move far away where no one would ever find them. Yet would his father let them live in peace? Would he not hunt them down? Would he not be breaking his father’s heart if he were to run without so much as a goodbye? If he were to stay, he’d incite Dream’s hate. Then, he’d lose his only love. He may never see Dream again if he were to refuse. Fundy trembled, “Dream, you know I can’t just—”

“Little champion?” They both froze, a knock at the door sending both of them into a momentary panic. The door creaked open, but Fundy quickly lunged towards it, slamming against it with a thud. He could sense his father’s surprise and concern, the door moving against his hold. Dream strayed towards the shadow, hiding behind Fundy. He tried not to giggle as Dream’s breath tickled the back of his neck. He couldn’t be caught dead with a suitor, much less Dream. His father’s fingers appeared within his vision, the man pushing even more against Fundy. “Fundy, what’s wrong? You know you shouldn’t be alone. We live in quite a dangerous time, my son.”

“I know. I was just… taking in a bit of fresh air.” He leaned against the door, putting all of his weight while Dream tried to help him fix his collar. Dream’s nimble fingers grazed against his skin, causing him to shiver at how cold Dream’s hands really were. He felt the door jolt behind him. “I’ll be inside in a minute. Just… just wait! Dad, wait! I’ll be in a minute! Just wait!”

Dream rolled his eyes, a cheeky grin appearing on his face. He adjusted his mask, but not before pressing a kiss against Fundy’s lips. It was enough of a distraction for him to stop guarding the door. His father burst through the door, but by that time, Dream had long since disappeared.

Fundy could only stare at his father, the man confused as to why his son seemed so flustered.

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Perhaps this was destiny. Fundy chuckled, nearly choking on his breath. The dusty blue sky was above them, the sun high on the sky. He could feel Dream beside him, their hands intertwined with one another’s while they listened to the war wage on around them. It had been a mistake to exile Dream, not because he loved him, but because Fundy knew Dream’s friends and family wouldn’t take it lightly. The independence war had come and gone, with a bit of convincing from his side, the Essempy had been granted independence. Then Tommy had gone and incited a bit of a feud with Sapnap, needless to say, he’d nearly lost an uncle that day. His family couldn’t handle the outrage and slander that had caused, so Dream had to bear the punishment. He hadn’t seen his lover in years, and yet now here they were, right about to fall into Death’s kind embrace.

“You are a fool.” Fundy swallowed, the poison he had ingested had begun to burn his throat. His body was a shivering mess, his skin cold to the touch despite the heat that was spreading throughout him. Dream laid by his side, blood flowing from his stomach. He could see the dagger nearby, his lover’s blood still on it. If he’d known that Dream would follow him to death, he would have chosen to run away with him all those years ago. He caught Dream’s smile, a piece of the broken porcelain mask laid near his lover’s head. He wasn’t sure where the mask had gone. “You have your life. You have your future. Why would you willingly chase after me?”

“To have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, until death do us part." Tears pooled at the corners of his eyes, their vows echoing in his mind. It had been a quick wedding, one that may never be honored by the gods, but what mattered was that they had vowed to be with one another no matter what may come. Dream moved closer, his face turning pale with each second that passed. Fundy forced himself to move, his heart growing heavier and heavier, threatening to stop at any moment. They didn’t stop moving until they were face to face, their eyes staring into the other’s, their entwined hands laid in between them. He wished he could move closer, but his strength had forsaken him. Dream pressed a kiss against his hand. “But I love you more than life or death. So, I shall follow you.”

“You absolute fool.” Fundy laughed despite the pain, closing his eyes against the tears that fell past his cheeks. He pulled at their hands, resting his head against them. He had wondered for many nights when he’d see Dream again, when he’d be able to hold him in his arms. He hadn’t known that it’d only be in the precipice of death that they’d meet again. Perhaps, Fundy was the fool. He’d taken the poison first, Dream had merely followed with the blade. If he had known that Dream would come for him, then he wouldn’t have given himself into despair. He’d led them to their death. “I’m sorry. You deserve to live, if not for yourself then for me. I’m sorry.”

“These past few years have been torture. My loneliness and despair consumed me, but it was the thought of you that kept me alive.” Dream shook his head, his eyes misting over with tears. Fundy felt the injustice of it all. Their only crime had been love, must death be the punishment? If only they could hold onto each other for just a little longer. But as is their fate, they could only ever have the small moments. “You will not abandon me on this cruel earth. I shall go with you.”

“Then together we shall go.” They were both fools. Fundy was a fool for giving up too easily, and Dream was a fool to follow him in his mistake. His mind was beginning to numb, his breath getting harder to catch. Dream’s eyes had shut close, his brow creased in pain. There was nothing to be done to save them now. They’ll die here, together. “I… I know what you are to me now.”

“I’m not your entertainment? Here I thought I impressed you enough to amuse you for the rest of your days.” Dream weakly laughed, the afternoon sun glinting off his dull blonde hair. Fundy wished he could see his lover’s eyes once more, but the moment had passed, he must be content with staring at Dream’s face instead. He’d memorize it, burn it into his memory that even death wouldn’t be able to make him forget his love. He’d hold on, even if he was reborn into a new world, into a new life. He never wanted to forget. “What am I to you…? What was I to you?”

“You are the blue sky. You are the fleeting light of day. You are the stars of the night.” Fundy giggled despite himself, despite the darkness that was beginning to crawl into his fading vision. He heard Dream’s hitched breath in his ear. It wouldn’t be long now. “You are freedom.”

He closed his eyes, content to feel Dream’s hand in his. It was strange, to think that they may have never met if Fundy hadn’t turned at the right moment. It had been another ball, his father too occupied with one of the guests to monitor where Fundy wandered off to. He had been having a conversation with one of the many other nobles, when a glint in the corner caught his eye. Fundy had glanced over, surprised to find a lime blur disappearing into the crowd. No one would be caught dead in such a bright color. Fundy had followed, then he met the love of his life.

He could hear his grandmother’s voice in his ear now. He’d met her two times in his short life, those moments brief and soothing, but now he could feel a bit of fear. Dream squeezed his hand, and Fundy took a breath. He wasn’t alone. With his sensitive ears, he could hear the faint approach of footsteps, his father’s low whispers through the explosions. He could hear a few of Dream’s friends as well. His heart ached for them. Dream and Fundy never said their farewells.

Fundy choked back a sob.

He couldn’t help it. He didn’t want to say goodbye.

He didn’t want to die and forget.

Fundy forced a smile to his face, “Parting is such sweet sorrow.”

Dream whispered, “Then may we meet again in the next life, and fall in love all over again.”

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Clarification: In this world, L'Manburg is the country that rules over the land, and the Essempy is the one that is the rebelling country. Unlike L'Manburg, however, instead of the whole Pogtopia Arc, it just skipped straight ahead to the New L'Manburg Arc in which they have a new country but someone is getting exiled because someone got pissed.

Yeah, Dream was exiled (because Romeo was exiled) and I know Juliet devised the whole poison-coma thing because she didn't want to marry Paris but I didn't know how to put such a concept in this. So, instead, Fundy was devastated that he may never see Dream again and with the waging war with the Essempy, he just decided to commit suicide. Dream comes back during said war, finds Fundy and realizes that Fundy drank a poison that cannot be cured (shhh I know Minecraft mechanics don't work like that but shush). So he also commits suicide by stabbing himself with a dagger.

... yeah...

(Also yes I know the deaths are reversed cause Romeo was the one who drank the poison and Juliet was the one who stabbed herself with the dagger. I just felt the need to reverse the death because Fundy actually drank poison to kill himself. So... yeah...)

This is not for the faint of heart.

#fundy #dreamwastaken dsmp #wilbur soot #fundywastaken #dream smp fanfiction #dsmp #romeo and juliet au #sort of

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aurora-the-kunoichi · 4 years ago

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The Forgotten - Chapter Five Punishment

Here is the fifth Installment

Full story here

Warning: Blood, gore, mild torture, mild smut

Aurora utilized those precious few moments she still had with Leo, running her hands over his face, arms and torso drinking in as much of him as possible, before they came for him. He looked so peaceful lying there, eyes closed, taking even unhurried breaths. Like so many times before when she’d wake before them memorizing every scar and scrute as they dreamed peacefully, another life time, so far away.

Leaning forward she took her final taste of his lips as the door opened to her room.

Aurora ordered Leonardo’s unconscious body returned to the location they had apprehended him. He couldn’t stay in the base, no matter how bad she wanted to keep him close. Though if and when Donnie returned, the genius would want access to his brothers. But she needed him out of there before he escaped and gave away their location to Bishop’s troops. Her first priority was to the people here, if their safe haven was compromised everything would be lost.

As they hoisted Leonardo onto the cart, Casey stepped in front of Aurora insisting the kunoichi didn’t accompany them. Her first reaction was to object but after a few moments she reluctantly agreed. At this moment she was too emotional, she could change her mind and go get him. So, she added not to be informed of the drop site.

She watched them prep him for transport; sound canceling headphones were put over his ears set to an annoying brand of music and his eyes covered with dark fabric. Before the hood was pulled over his green crown Aurora bent down cupping his cheeks to gather his warmth in her palms.

“You have an hour to get him there and get clear before the pressure points wear off. It usually takes a few hours on a human, but the mutagen helps him recover faster, his muscles don’t hold the pressure as long. Don’t stop; don’t engage any hostiles, especially his brothers if you encounter them. Get in and get out.”

They left with the leader a few minutes later and with a huff Aurora sat down on the edge of her bed. Her hands ran back into the messy sheets finding them still a little damp from their tryst. She suddenly had an insatiable need to smell him again. Crawling onto the mattress her face ran over the sheets taking in his scent that still lingered there. She had touched them all except for Michelangelo today. But she knew when Leo returned home and the youngest found he was the last to leave his scent on her Mikey would rectify that rather quickly.

Wrapping the blankets still thick with Leonardo’s scent around her, Aurora closed her eyes and found slumber quick to take its hold. Leo’s face flush with pleasure was the last thing she thought of before she fell asleep.

She slept for several uninterrupted hours cocooned in their memories and smell. It wasn’t until a soft tapping at her door that finally woke her from sleep. Her voice groggy and sleep laden allowed entrance into her room.

The heavy door opened slowly and April came into focus as her eyes adjusted to the hallway light from the doorway. In her hand was a plate and the wondrous smell of bacon filled the large space.

“Rise and shine sugar tits. Casey scored some bacon on his way home last night; I thought you’d enjoy some.”

“That big beautiful idiot, it’s about time he made himself useful.” Sitting up in her bed Aurora’s hands rose above her head to stretch out the sore muscles in her body. “God I think it’s been a year since I’ve had some.” Accepting the plate Aurora bit down on a still hot slab of pork. The salty goodness burst with flavor coating her tongue delightfully and Aurora’s eyes rolled into the back of her head. “Fuck, that’s delicious and you made it crispy just the way I like it. You do care….”

“Most days……”

“Bitch…” Aurora laughed slipping the rest of the piece in her mouth. “How long have I been out?”

“Ten hours, but you needed it. If it wasn’t for this pipin hot pig and a lead to follow I’d order you to stay in bed a few more. But alas duty calls, I need that fine ass up, showered and in the war room in 30 minutes.” April leaned down to Aurora and pressed a quick kiss to her forehead.

“Ok mother.”

“Don’t sass me little lady. You’re lucky I don’t ground you after last night’s debacle.”

“You would have done the same.”

“Touché, I’m just glad no one was killed. He could have easily cleaned house last night. I think if you weren’t here last night it would have been a completely different outcome.”

“I agree, sadly.”

April stopped at the door and turned back around to face her friend; her face held the seriousness of the situation but as their eyes met April’s lips curled just a little with mischief. “For…..reasons…..how was it?”

“Heartbreakingly good.”

“I’m glad but I’m sorry at the same time.”

“Thanks.”

The hot spray of the shower was usually a relief to Aurora, the warmth seeping into her tired muscles and washing away her daily tasks. But the thought of washing away the evidence of Leonardo’s visit was excruciating. What had transpired was dangerous, he had nearly killed her the last time they met, but she could see it in his eyes. He was a desperate man and she gambled with her life, it was stupid but she needed it as much as Leo did….maybe more. That piece he shared was just a taste of what she had been missing all these years. People would think it selfish and maybe it was but what miserable existence they had. All that they had given up, no promise of life with each mission, a little happiness was due every once in a while, no matter how short lived it was. For all she knew she would never see them again.

Finished with her shower Aurora pulled on fresh clothes and headed out to the war room anxious to hear about the new lead that was found.

The warmth of her was gone, but as he came to the scent remained strong and evident on his flesh. Taking a deep breath Leo tried to sooth the swimming headache throbbing in his skull. She really did know how to adjust the pressure points on their bodies taking in account of the shells on their backs. Curiouser and curiouser, each time they had an encounter with that woman……Aurora, things seemed to become more confusing yet more clear. If that was possible, someone was lying that he was certain but was his master or the woman who was driving him and his brothers insane? But right now he had bigger problems.

He had woken up where he had laid his trap. A carefully planned scheme he had worked on for months down the drain because of that woman. That infuriatingly beautiful woman, she really did have some sort of hold on him. Maybe there was truth her to lies, she said something was in him? What did she mean by that?

Stumbling to his feet Leo began his trek back to main headquarters and Leonardo was not looking forward to reporting his failure to Bishop. The man did not take failure well; his tolerance was paper thin but Leonardo rarely came back with bad news so there was hope…..perhaps. The rebel base was supposed to be overrun with his brothers and Bishop’s men by now. If he hadn’t been weak and sought out the blonde, his mission would have been successful. Her name even if not spoken out loud had a profound effect on the leader. Leo’s heart tightened and his insides spun with an unknown feeling. A feeling that took control of him as he searched for the vexing woman’s room in their base and claimed her in her ridiculously large bed. It could easy fit him and his brothers along with her……like it was meant for them all.

A sudden vision of Raphael, Mike, and him with another turtle wrapped around Aurora sent his head spinning and his chest constricting in unimaginable pain. It intensified as he focused on the fourth mutant turtle he had never seen before but somehow looked familiar. Purple was wrapped around his skull and he was taller than them all, for some reason he knew he was a genius. Brother? Another heart stopping shot of pain surged through his chest and Leo toppled onto his knees clutching at his harness as he struggled to breath.

What was that, a memory? Why did it hurt so much? Holding his labored breathing Leo closed his eyes and cleared his mind until the pain passed allowing him to stand and resume his return to base.

The moment he entered into their home base both Raphael and Michelangelo were on him.

“Where the fuck have you been? You were supposed to call us hours ago!”

Leonardo ignored his hothead brothers’ questions pushing past him to make his way towards their shared quarters. He was not in the mood, but Leo should have known Raphael was not one to be ignored. His brother’s large mitt encircled his arm and yanked him to a halt.

“Fuck you if you think you’re gonna pull the silent leader bullshit today. Despite your failure to inform us of the rebels base Mike and I were fuckin worried.” Raphael whipped his older brother around to look into his eyes. He wanted a fuckin explanation. “You were supposed to get ‘caught’ and taken to their base to escape then tell us where ya were so we could overtake them………” Raphael’s nostrils flared, and his line of questions halted abruptly. The grip on his brother’s arm intensified as his eyes dilated with realization.

Leo winced at the increasing pressure and tensed further feeling his youngest brother get closer scenting the air as well.

“Ya bro, what kept you?”

Raphael leaned in close almost pressing his beak to his brother’s plastron and took in a long pull of air. Then something unexpected happened, his hothead brother pulled away with is mouth open wide in a toothy grin and started to cackle. It was a deep sound that started in the depths of his chest. “You botched the mission for a piece of blondie?!” The barreling laughter began to rise. “This is fuckin rich! Mr. Self-control couldn’t keep it in his pants to finish the mission.”

Mikey hit Raph in the shoulder trying to pull him away from Leo, “Shut up Raph. If Bishop hears that he’ll….”

Refusing to give Raph the satisfaction of acknowledging his weakness for the woman Leo ripping his arm free and pushed past him but stopped in his tracks nearly running into his master.

Bishop though smaller than the three brothers stood with such confidence the mutants stepped back falling into line on instinct. The dark shades that sat upon his nose was adjusted and his suit jacket opened with a flick of his thumb and forefinger. “Is this true Leonardo? Did you fail in your mission over the blonde commander?”

The usually stoic leader’s head fell unable to look Bishop in the eye. “Master, I went to her chambers to subdue her. She is a formidable fighter, but I have a weakness for the woman that I cannot comprehend. I am drawn to her and she welcomes it. I lost myself in her and she took full advantage rendering me unconscious. I will not fail you again Master.”

A heavy sigh came from the man as he took his sunglasses from this nose ridge to clean them. “I am disappointed in you Leonardo. You, out of your brothers are the most disciplined and to let a mere woman take you from your mission makes me question your loyalty to me. Was I wrong to give you the highest command in my army?”

“No Bishop, you were not. I….”

Bishop cut him off moving past the leader to his younger brothers. “You see Leonardo, when you are the leader; you hold the lives of your men in your hands. The responsibility of the mission, of your success rests on those large shoulders of yours.” Bishop moved around Michelangelo to Raphael. “You see, I chose you. Because I knew you could handle the pressure, but I am aware you are still human….so to speak. You are not without your flaws, but you see, there has to be consequences to your actions.”

Leonardo did not like the way Bishop was circling his brothers eyeing them like they were prey, “Yes, I am fully prepared to receive my punishment Master.”

“And receive you shall.” Bishop’s hand reached for the top of Raphael’s shoulder and pulled. “On your knees Raphael. You and your brother are going to help me show your leader what happens when he disappoints me.”

Honeyed eyes met blue, weary of what was happening, but Raphael swallowed the rising lump in his throat obeying his superior sinking slowly to his knees. “Master Bishop, Leo isn’t the only one distracted by her. Mike and I…..” The man’s hand squeezed painfully into the muscle of his shoulder making the brute wince.

“Quiet Raphael, know your place.” His hands moved to his glasses and pulled them free of his face and folded them carefully placing them into his jacket pocket. “Your team is small, so the effects of your decisions affect them more, but you ultimately suffer the most.” Bishop leaned down wrapping his long fingers around the hilt of Raphael’s long blade strapped to his side. Slowly he removed the blade from its sheath and rested the business end against the scales of his red banded brother’s arm.

Leo’s brother instincts kicked in and moved forward to protect his brother. He wanted to reach for his katanas, Bishop was their Master, their commander, their savoir but right now he was threatening the only two people he loved on this miserable planet.

“Unless you wish for their punishment to be far worse, I suggest you stay where you are Leonardo. And if your brothers do not wish for this to happen to you, I hope they do the same. You need to be taught a lesson Leo; no deed goes unpunished.”

Movement halted but his senses were still on high alert. Leo’s hands clenched into tight fists and his eyes locked with Raph as his green scales gave way to the sharp metal of his own blade. The tip sunk into the dense tissue and began its decent down the deltoid drawing a steady river of crimson in its wake. “Please, not my brothers, I’ll take this, it’s for me and my failings not theirs. They weren’t even there!” Leo voice had risen in pitch watching Raphael groan in agony but stayed where he was told.

“That would be too easy, you are self-sacrificing Leonardo so taking this pain, this punishment would not heed the lesson. But if you witnessed your loved ones suffer this, it would be engrained in your memory a constant reminder not to fail me again.”

“I’m fine fearless, I can take it.” Raphael tried his best not to make a sound while the blade began to carve through the thick muscle of his bicep. His nostrils flared trying to regulate his breathing. Something he was taught..by….not Bishop…..but by who? His mind began to scream at him adding to the excruciating pain radiating through his arm. Raph closed his eyes taking in heavy uneven breaths and a hoard of rats swarmed his vision.

Bishop paid no attention to Raphael keeping his sight solely on the panicking leader. “You did this, you did this to him. You three are beasts, unworthy of love. You actually think that woman truly cares for you….FOR ANY OF YOU! She is a kunoichi, a deceitful vile whore trying to wear you down, gain your trust so she can find me to kill me.” The blade pulled from Raphael’s flesh with a sickening sound and Bishop thrust the tip into the exposed side of Raphael’s body between his plastron and shell. Almost instantly he began to drag the blade down opening up a large weeping gash in Raphael’s’ side.

This time Raphael gasped in pain letting out a breathless growl, “F..uh….uck.”

“You are nothing without me, I am all you have. If it wasn’t for me you would have been put down in the labs I found you in! I spared your lives, ME! I gave you purpose! The rebels only want information from you nothing more. You are freaks; monsters and they will kill you the first chance they get.”

Gritting his teeth watching his brother in pain Leo kept the fact the rebels had done no such thing. The only thing they threatened was to take him to R&D and remove what was ‘inside of him’. None of them had looked scared or even disgusted by his appearance.

Blood was now pooling at the brute’s feet slipping down his green flesh like a waterfall.

“That’s enough!” Leo couldn’t take it anymore. The look on Raph’s face was cutting into his soul squeezing his heart to the point of him unable to pull in a full breath.

Bishop’s eyes darkened at the challenge put after a few never ending moments he pulled the knife free turning to Michelangelo to continue his ‘lesson’.

Not to be outdone by Raph, Mikey held his ground ready to take his part in all of this. Planting his feet the youngest stood tall but soon found the solid walls of his brothers in front of him an impenetrable force keeping Bishop and his punishment far from their little brother.

Leo growled at Bishop holding the bloody knife that was just inside his brother’s side a few moments ago. “I said that is enough. You’re point was well taken.”

It took their master a few agonizing moments to come up with a decision whether to punish them further or concede. He took a fresh cloth from his breast pocket and wiped the crimson from the knife and held it back out to its owner for retrieval. “Very well, but next time Michelangelo will get it much worse than Raphael did…..much worse. I tire of these games the resistance plays. I want this over with. I want that base found and those three commanders caught and executed. They have caused us too much trouble. They need to be made an example.” Bishop watched Leo’s eyes darken with defiance further but remained where he was. “Do we have a problem with those orders Leonardo?”

Raphael and Michelangelo watched their brothers hands tense at his sides and his back straighten. “No.” Leo ground out darkly. “I will personally make sure those orders are carried out.”

“Good, I will not tolerate failure again.” And with that Bishop left leaving the three brothers alone.

After the hallway was clear Raphael finally stumbled into Leonardo’s arms. Mikey quickly came up to the other side of his brother helping Leo brace his immense weight. “Fuck Leo, I hope it was worth it.”

Leo adjusted his brothers’ weight and pressed his palm into the weeping gash doing his best to slow the flow. “It was…enlightening, and don’t throw stones Raphael. You know full well if you were given the chance you would have took part in her body without hesitation. Now let’s get out of the hallway and to our quarters. We need to tend to your wounds.”

Without any word of protest all three made their way to their shared room. When they had been brought to this facility after Bishop and his men had freed them from a secret lab doing tests on animals, they were each offered up their own rooms. Something deep inside them found the thought unpleasant and asked to be housed together. They had even moved their beds together finding comfort in each other’s warmth. Like they had been sleeping close years prior.

Carefully they set Raphael down on a chair in their living quarters and Mikey began to address his wounds. Leo brought over their med kit and pulled out the tools Mike would need and left to fetch something to flush the gash with to clean and disinfect it.

Returning to his brother’s Leo handed Mikey the supplies and assisted with keeping Raph’s steady for treatment.

Raphael finally broke the silence eyeing Leo suspiciously. “You really gonna kill her?”

The war room was empty except for Casey who was sitting on the edge of large table in the middle of the room. His booted feet swung slightly as the dark haired man cleaned out from beneath his nails still unaware of her presence.

“April would be fuckin pissed if she saw you doing that in here.”

Casey yelped dropping the small knife from his fingers to grab his shuttering chest. “Jesus Christ, you’re gonna give me a heart attack! I need to get a bell on you!”

Aurora giggled hearing him whisper ‘fuckin ninja’s’ under his breath as he slipped from his perch to grab his lost blade. She moved into the room and took his spot crossing one leg over the other. “Then I wouldn’t be effective now would I?”Her fingers reached down to her knee high boots and straightened the seam to lean back to watch her friend. “She said you had something for me, and by the lack of backup I can assume it’s not for everyone’s ears.”

Flipping his knife closed Casey shoved it back into his pocket. He turned away from Aurora, took a few steps to the white board and stopped. She watched his shoulders lift with a few deep breaths and he turned around with a very sheepish grin plastered on his face.

“I did somethin’ stupid..”

“This isn’t something new Case, I love ya kid but you’re as unpredictable and careless as Raph. That’s why you two were best fuckin pals. Why don’t you tell me what you did and we’ll go from there?”

Casey moved quick until he was just in front her and his palms were on her knees squeezing with enthusiasm. His eyes were now ablaze with excitement and he licked his lips. “I followed him….well to a certain extent.”

There was only one person he could have followed, but the moron wouldn’t have been that stupid? Right? April would have skinned him alive. “Who did you follow?” her voice was a whisper hoping she was wrong but her intuition knew better.

“Leo, I followed him for about a half an hour, hoping I could at least get a general direction of Bishop’s base.”

“Casey!”

His hands came up resting on her shoulders, “Wait, wait, …hear me out. He was still groggy when he woke up, stumbling, holding his head. So I figured I’d watch him as he went. I know him; known him for half my life so I know when he’s out of sorts and when he’s not. I followed him until he wasn’t walking funny and he quit holding his left shoulder. When I noticed he was more aware of his surroundings I backed off. At least I had a direction, we needed something Aurora, I took the opportunity. We need to find that base.”

Aurora pushed him away and jumped from the table. She began to pace, “You idiot….I….I know what you did was for the cause and I appreciate it. But Casey he’s the best, you were so fucking lucky he didn’t know you were following him. He could have captured you, tortured you.”

“Hey, I ain’t weak, I’d never give up the base…..ever.”

“I know Case, but the end result would still be your death.” Aurora turned back to face Casey and he looked a little hurt. “I’m sorry, I know you were doing what was needed. I just……I just don’t know what I’d do if I lost you….April…..” she could feel the tears brim and settle into the corner of her eyes. “You two are the… last….my family.”

“I know I know, April was pissed too but I had too. This was too good of an opportunity to let it pass by. It’s been nearly 10 years of this god damn war and we’re losing and I know you know this. Each day we lose more and more people to Bishop’s hold. So any edge, anything at all was worth the risk.”

Wiping a stray tear free Aurora let out a long sigh and gathered Casey into an embrace.

Then a new voice broke them from their moment, “He’s an idiot but…he did good.”

Both Aurora and Casey looked up to see April standing in the door way.

“He spent all night trying to narrow it down. He thinks he might know where they are. But we need to make sure before we go in. Casey is good but inconspicuous he is not. We need someone to go in and confirm the location. Someone quiet, someone who can slip in and slip out without being noticed. Avoid detection, which means recon only, you hear me?”

Aurora slapped her hands over Casey’s cheeks and pressed them together, “Where should this ninja go for said mission?” she pressed closer giving Casey fish lips which he worked playfully.

“Rockefeller State Park Reserve.”

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The evening air had cooled enough to ease the uncomfortable thickness in the air; if it wasn’t for the task at hand it might have been a good night to watch the stars. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky leaving the stars glittering like diamonds.

Aurora had ditched her bike a mile before she had entered the reserve and continued on foot. Keeping mostly to the trees she moved soundlessly searching the acreage for any sign that Bishop’s base was close.

They had never thought to search state parks, thinking the madman would find it too difficult to build his compound in the middle of nowhere. But he was a stubborn man and if anyone could make it work Bishop would find away if it kept him hidden from prying eyes of his enemies.

It took hours to search, but what a peaceful evening it was. The frogs and bugs were creating a wonderful symphony that echoed throughout the forest floor. Even a few lightening bugs were out flashing across the long grass trying to find a mate.

As she moved through the forest it began to get thicker, the foliage getting denser and then something caught her eye. The moonlight caught the refection of something and Aurora moved back into the shadows pulling out her binoculars.

Zooming in she saw something that didn’t belong in a park reserve, a motion sensor.

“Now we’re onto something….” Climbing higher she disappeared into the foliage concealing her presence further and moved forward her senses now on high alert. As she got closer more sensors popped up with the addition of cameras. Soon men with guns began to come into play and that’s when Aurora knew she was on the right track.

“Good boy Casey, good boy.”

Then she saw it, a large compound hidden in the park surrounded by a large fence littered with armed men swarming the grounds. “Oh goodie.” She mused watching a guard cross below her unawares of the danger looming above them. “Fresh meat.”

With no sound made Aurora dropped down on her prey finding luck was on her side catching a female guard and rendered her neutralized. She stripped the woman of her clothes and ID badge and quickly hoisted the woman into the tree to conceal her work. Pulling on her clothes assuming her identity Aurora pulled the brimmed cap down and made her way to her next task.

The shadows concealed her perfectly as she scaled the fence with ease. She waited for the flood lights to move past before she dropped down into the inner grounds of the base. A passing truck served as a shield bringing to a side door and with her stolen ID badge she was allowed entrance.

Keeping her head down she disappeared into the crowd following them into what looked like a mess hall. There were many tables filled to the brim with brain washed New Yorkers. All oblivious to their predicament following orders of a man they once fought against. She needed to keep moving, she needed to make sure this was the place, she needed a visual, she needed to see Bishop, or one of them. They would be in the same facility as Bishop; he would want to keep them close.

Moving away from the loud space Aurora made her way down another hall searching for her target, keeping an eye out for those god damn sun glasses and that well tailored suit, pompous asshole. Soldiers, doctors, and what looked like civilian men and woman littered the halls. Waves and waves of people came, this was a busy place, very important no doubt.

She needed to be quick though, the longer she was there the more chances there was to be seen, exposed, and even captured. Then green, large striking green and orange came from the distance. The youngest came striding down the hall, an unpleasant frown plastered over his face, jackpot, she had found it.

As the crowd parted for the determined terrapin like the red sea Aurora’ saw his massive mitts covered in blood. Whose blood was that? He looked very upset and stressed. Her happy ray of sunshine looked so angry and she fucking hated it. Wanted to run up to him and kiss him, make him smile she even had to refrain from calling out to him. It hurt to hold it in, hold in his name. It turned bitter on her tongue and it swirled around the remaining saliva on her palette to wash the anger from her mouth.

Then she watched his stride hesitate. He slowed and his nostrils flared as he neared her position. His dull blue eyes widened, brightened, his current mood momentarily forgotten he began to search the crowd frantically.

Jesus fucking Christ those god damn mutant noses, he had smelt her! A flawless entry and she was compromised by their over achieving mutant senses.

“God damnit.”

She had to think quickly, she needed to disappear before he followed that god damn nose like a fucking blood hound.

As luck would have it a man wearing an ungodly amount of cologne walked up next to her. She reacted quickly and shimmied up to him batting her violet eyes and smiled.

“Helloo.” Her hand reached for his chest adjusting his name tag so she could read it. “Mattson…I’m new here and you look like a man who knows where things are.” Her hands ran over his chest to his shoulders keeping her proximity close to keep him interested. “Would you be willing to show me where the mess hall is. I’m starving.” Her hands ran down his arms trying to get as much of the reeking scent of his over compensation all over her hands. Anything to mask her natural scent, to throw Mikey off her trail.

The man looked Aurora over and his smiled widened enjoying the intimate contact. “Sure thing sweetie, I can show you whatever you want.” His arm snaked around her low back and he pulled her closer.

As she pulled him away from Mikey’s last know location, down a different corridor both of them were grabbed.

“I heard this one needed a tour, I’d be more than happy to show you around blondie. I can get you into far more places than he can.” Mikey was leaning down practically lapping at her ear. Fuck, fuck, fuck…..

“Oh I’m sure he can show me around, it’s ok I don’t wanna bother you, you look important.”

“Oh no, no bother at all and I insist. I’ll take it from here Mattson.”

The man looked terrified as he pried himself away from the two and high tailed it down the hall leaving Aurora in Mikey’s clutches.

“Not smart.” Mikey growled nuzzling into the back of her hair while pushing her towards a door.

She didn’t struggle; Michelangelo wasn’t drawing attention to her to out her presence so she didn’t either. His beak was pressed into her hair taking in deep breaths, his grip was secure but not too tight, she would easily be able to break free but something told her to follow his lead.

Allowing him to usher then into what looked like an unused office, she turned when Mike pushed her into the room and quickly locked the door behind them.

There he stood, full height; the shortest of his three brothers but Mikey still had an impressive stature. Just as bulky as Raphael but not as tall. The dullness in his eyes was gone, vibrant baby blue hues swirled in his irises as he took her in, up and down. He gawked hungrily, mouth open in a wicked smile.

“M-mike.” She whined suddenly finding it difficult to breath. That fucking look was devouring her whole. “Say something…do something.”

He moved quicker then she had remembered him able and found herself pressed up against the wall with a brutal shove. The back of her head clacked with the dry wall pushing a huff from between her lips which was quickly silenced by his mouth. Mikey slanted his lips over hers plunging his board tongue into the warm cavern of her mouth still hung open from shock.

The thought was to fight back, to push him away but that god damn mouth of his, that tongue swept away any and all resistance that remained in her head. God he was good and tasted even better, pure bliss.

He must have felt her melt into him because the deep rumble that emanated from his chest vibrated into her chest as his reached down to grab hand fulls of her ass. Her hands moved around his thick shoulders grasping wildly at his bald dome, more, More, MORE!

Mikey’s mouth separated from hers with a wet pop and descended down her throat nipping and sucking at the flesh growling and groaning like a wild beast.

“Mikey….” Her words breathless as his hands cupped her backside squeezed at the plump flesh in his palms spreading her cheeks.

“Again.” He mewled against her throat cooling the saliva spread across her flesh.

She obliged willingly giving him his full name, “Michelangelo.”

“Unngghh fuck yesssss…..” He lunged forward and his teeth sunk into her neck as he began to grind his titanium hard cock along her clothed core.

“God Mike I miss you.”

“Do you?” his breathing was labored as he tried to keep his cool but was failing miserably. He rocked his hips again mesmerized by the friction.

“Every day, since he took you and your brothers from me.”

One hand relinquished its hold from her ass and his finger drug along her hip lining the top of her pants before slipping below. He smiled against her throat finding no underwear beneath. It gave him better access as his thick digit parted the swollen folds sinking into the accommodating heat it sought.

“Did you enjoy Leo last night?” he husked sinking his finger deep hooking it to gain a gasp from his prey.

Aurora arched into his hand clawing at his shoulders as he hit the section of nerves at the top of her snapping cunt. “Mikey!”

Mikey pressed the spot again leaning into her ear as his voice dropped an octave. “Did you?”

“Yesss, I did. It had been so long, it hurt a little. I miss taking you too Mike, Raph too. I miss your tongue, your laugh, your cooking….arghhh…ahh…..fuck!” true to form Michelangelo was the best with his hands. The talented little shit always knew how to bring her to a shuttering climax the quickest compared to his brothers and just with his fingers. And today was no exception; she could feel it rushing through her blood, lighting up her central nervous system setting her ablaze with need.

He worked that finger inside her swirling the pad of his finger over and over making sweet grunting moans in her ear. His sounds always got her going, bringing her closer to her peak quicker.

“Can you cum for me?”

Just then his thumb gathered the moister from her core and circled with the right amount pressure against the soft pearl at the hood of her sex and Aurora gave way. If it wasn’t for his hold on her Aurora would have collapsed as she toppled over into her climax. Her body clenched around his finger gaining a groan from the youngest.

“That’s it, cum for me. Good girl.”

She began to shake as he helped prolong her climax repeating the stimulating motion rocking his finger in and out of her. Then he pulled her ear lobe into his mouth and sucked gently as he slowed his motions allowing her to finally come down.

As the last of her climax subsided Michelangelo pulled his drenched fingers from her body and brought them to his mouth. Keeping eye contact the terrapin slipped them into his mouth and sucked them clean. His eyes closed as he savored the taste swirling his tongue to get the last trace of her essence. “Even better than I had imagined.” Slowly he moved forward brushing his lips against the shell of her ear and whispered. “I have a birthmark.”

A test, but she knew what he was talking about, so intuitive, smart. She tried to calm her breathing, Mikey was intense when he wanted. “Your left ass cheek, I always told you it looked like a slice of watermelon. I always enjoyed chewing on it when you laid on your stomach after a shower. That ass makes the perfect set of bongo drums. ”

He stopped moving and pulled back, his eyes were wide with surprise and Mikey let out a long breath. “I want to remember, I really do. But you need to get going though; he can’t know you’ve been here. Please hurry, he’s ordered Leo to kill you.” @imthegreenfairy88 @tmntspidergirl @ravn-87 @alonia143 @blossom-skies

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My Strongest Warrior. (Captain Phasma x Reader)

Request: Hello! Can I request a Captain Phasma x reader where Phasma’s squadron is cornered, they start losing hope but reader sweeps in & saves them all. After everyone is safe, Phasma realises reader has a few injuries so she is just super overprotective & affectionate to reader. Maybe they’re walking to the infirmary after the mission to get reader checked over & a stormtrooper makes a joke about it & Phasma defends reader, saying how brave they were. If you don’t wanna write this it’s okay! By anon

Words: 1,541

A/N: so... I had this request for months and I finally wrote it. Honestly it turned out fluffier than I expected so I hope that compensate for the delay. Hope you like it, have a good day!

The shots flew incessantly through the uncomfortably humid air of the planet, hiding behind fallen buildings the battalion tried to end with the rebels that had taken them by surprised. This was supposed to be an easy mission to take control of a small village that had nothing but unarmed and untrained people, but the Resistance showed up.

Their strategic was good, you had to admit it, it happened all so fast not even the Captain saw it coming. The Resistance forced your increasingly smaller battalion to slowly back off until you found yourself surrounded and corneded.

“Sir, we’re outnumbered!”

Captain Phasma, the great leader of the stormtroopers was forced to take a drastic option she wouldn’t usually take, to be honest, she would never take.

“Back off!” Phasma yelled, owning a few confusing gazing from your fellow soldiers. “Retreat!” she commanded and the troopers obeyed running the shooting area unsuccessfully as the rebels blasted many of them

But you had other plans.You weren’t going to give up that easily.

Taking a deep breath you leaned out of your hiding spot to shoot the best the heavy helmet and uncomfortable armor allowed you to. You took some rebels down but your main objective was to find a way out. Smiling under the helmet you hided again.

There was a way out of this chaos.

And without a second thought you rushed out your hiding spot, blaster in hand and ran through the rain of shots towards the enemy's place.

"Retreat!" You heard Phasma screaming at you "Trooper, get back!" She yelled but you paid no attention to your Captain's order.

Instead you kept running, eyes focused on the bag close to a small group of rebels while shooting to protect yourself.

"Y/N, get back here! It's an order!" The sudden sound of your name confused you for a moment, she rarely called you that, always keeping it professional calling you by your number, but still kept moving.

Dodging a few debris along the way you made your way closer and closer to the Resistance soldiers.

"What is she doing?" Phasma murmured watching you carefully moving through the battlefield. You had always been one of her greatest troopers but impulse from time to time just like right now running to get a change to survive. The Captain then smiled underneath her chromium helmet when she realized what was your target.

"She wants the explosives on that bag." Phasma said satisfied of your performance. "Cover her!" She commanded blasting her own weapon taking a few rebels out of your way.

You were just a few feet away from the rebels when a blaster hit your right thigh knocking you down for a moment. In pain, you cursed the useless armor before getting up again.

With one last effort you made it to the bag, immediately activating some of the explosives and throwing them as far as you could. The Resistance soldiers flew through the air as the bombs exploited and that as well allowing your battalion to move out of their hiding spot to end the battle that soon was over.

Time later you found yourself aboard the big Star Destroyer that had brought to that planet. Limping slightly from the wound in your leg you walked through the halls.

"DT-1206!" You heard Captain Phasma's angry voice behind you. So you turned around and held your weapon close to your chest, the usual trooper salute. "What were you thinking? You disobeyed direct orders! My orders!" She stormed, her voice full of anger as she leaned her tall figure over you. "And you saved us all." She said, there was softness in her voice that sounded surprisingly tender.

"Was just doing my duty, sir." You said, trying to sound formal.

"You could have died, Y/N." She murmured worried about your safety. "You can go now, have some rest. You do deserve it."

You nodded before starting your walk to your room where you hoped you could check your wounds alone. Phasma noticed the way your right leg barely touched the floor with every new step, noticed the marks in your armor and walked close to you.

"You're hurt." She said.

"Just a scratch, Captain." You lied but after so many time training with her Phasma learned to know when you were lying.

"No, it's not. Come, I'll take you the medical bay." She said sliding her arm around your body as a support to walk.

"Thanks." you murmured feeling your heart racing by the closeness of this big woman that was guiding you through the endless halls so delicately, worried you would get more hurt. "But I can walk by myself, Phasma." You said knowing how much of an effect it caused in her when you called her by her name instead of Captain, just like it happened when she called your name and not your number, a subtle show of affection both enjoyed.

"I can't risk your wounds to get even worse, Y/N." Phasma added and you wished you could see her tender blue eyes in those moments, because you knew the longing gaze she was giving you under her helmet.

As you both turned around the corner found a group of young cadets playing around with their blasters. They froze when they saw Captain Phasma, greeting her immediately.

"You saw that trooper?" You heard the murmur of one of them as you were a few feets away from them. "Must be really weak so the captain had to take her to the infirmary."

"Maybe it's a traitor and she's going to execute her" another one said.

Clenching her fist Phasma let go of you to get back to those cadets and give them a piece of her mind.

"You wish you were half of what she is!" She scoffed. "This trooper is the example of what a good soldier should be. She saved the whole battalion by risking her life in a brilliant and brave act.” Phasma told the cadets, her voice clearly pissed made the young group silently shake in fear. “You’d be lucky if you survive your first battle.”

You admired Phasma scaring them from the distance, a warm feeling spreading across your chest with every word that let her lips, they showed she respected you as a soldier, showed that she cared about you, that you were more than just a number.

“From now on, you will show more respect.” The Captain hissed “Did I make myself clear?”

“Sir, yes, Sir!” they yelled at unison.

Then she turned back to you, leaving a group of very frightened cadets that disappeared in the distance as Phasma leaded you once again to the medical bay of the ship.

The infirmary happened to be full due the recent battle, many comrades were still recovering for the wounds owned in the battlefield. Some of them thanked you for saving their lives and even though Phasma demanded immediate medical attention there was just not enough medics, nor medical droids. So she took a bacta patch and a few supplies and took you to her place.

You found yourself without your armor seating while a helmetless Phasma patched up your hurting leg. It was uncommon to see the Captain without her chromium helmet but she had take it off for you a few times before and she was still the most beautiful woman you had ever seen.

“That should do.” she said when she had finished with your leg, you felt the coldness and yet relaxing sensation of the bacta working on your leg. “But I still want a medic to look at it, just to make sure everything’s fine.” she told you.

“The bacta would be enough, Phasma.” you chuckled. You looked at her for a moment, her soft blue eyes and messy golden hair making her way softer than usual.

“You have a scratch right here” she murmured as her hand, that was usually covered with a glove, caressed your temple with her bare fingers. Taking a piece of cloth she carefully cleaned up the little trail of blood and the tiny wound result of, maybe, when you fell in the battlefield.

“You should check your own wounds.” you said, not really used to being this close to her, though you enjoyed more than you could possibly say.

“Later.” she told you placing small patch in your temples. “There, we’re done.” she smiled. But then her sweet smile faded away and her serious look was back on her face.

“What is it?” you asked concerned.

“What you did in battlefield,” she said looking you in the eyes “was so brave. But please don’t do it again.”

“What? why?”

“Because I could have lost you.” Phasma mumbled, clearly not use to make this type of confessions but not regretting a single word. “And you mean so much to risk losing you.”

“I’ll try not to do it again” you told her “can’t really promise.” you joked and she gave you a soft smile.

“I’ll get you something to eat.” she finally said. Phasma then pressed an unexpected but tender kiss over your temple, just in the spot that was hurt. “I’m glad you’re alive, you’ve always been my strongest warrior.”

#captain phasma x y/n #captain phasma x you #captain phasma x female reader #captain phasma x reader #captain phasma #phasma #phasma x reader #phasma x you #phasma imagine #captain phasma imagine #i-write-sometimes-blog #tfa #star wars tfa #star wars tlj #tlj #first order

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cuddlepilefics · 4 years ago

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Sprinkles and Cream

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Jisung

Caregiver: Hyunjin

Noone’s POV.:

To say Jisung had a bad day would have been an understatement. He was the only member who had been called into the studio on their off day and not for something good. The producer had reviewed the rap lyrics Jisung had written and there wasn’t a single line he didn’t tear apart. With each passing minute the young rapper became more frustrated. Apparently, the hours of work and the effort he had put into writing his lyrics were all for nothing. Not only was he frustrated, he was also hurt. The words had all come from heart and having them dismissed that harshly broke the boy’s heart. He’d have to start all over again, with a lot more pressure too because the deadlines were much closer now. Besides having an already packed schedule, he’d also have to come up with new lyrics. He didn’t even know if he could think of different lines after he had already spilled his heart over the pages but he nodded along with the producer and bowed politely, taking the papers covered in red marker and promising he’d do better. Being the professional he was, Jisung held it together as long as he was in the studio but the second he was dismissed, he hurried to the bathroom, shoving the crumpled up lyric sheets into his back-pocket.

Hiding in one of the stalls for the fear of someone witnessing him cry, he took out his phone texting their leader, who had helped him with the lyrics, revising and rephrasing. He didn’t want to make a phone call, not trusting his voice not to break and give away the fact that he was crying. Chan was understandably stunned that the other’s entire lyrics got rejected. He had read over them multiple times and was satisfied with the way they fit into the entirety of their song. Being a composer and songwriter himself, the older boy knew that his dongsaeng’s word came from heart and held a strong meaning for the other. Knowing just how much Jisung had to be hurting at the harsh words of their producer but not being able to help him where he was at, all the leader could do was to tell Jisung to come home. They’d go over the lyrics together and see what changes the producer wanted after the younger boy had calmed down a bit. Yes, it would be stressful starting all over again while following their schedule but they’d manage. Especially because the leader knew Changbin would be helping too. 3racha never left each other hanging, as all of them had been in similar situations before.

Bang Chan himself wasn’t at the dorm this particular moment. He had taken most of his dongsaengs out on a shopping trip only leaving behind Jisung who had gone to the studio and Hyunjin who had already gone shopping twice this week and preferred to stay at the dorm watching dramas. The leader knew he wouldn’t be home before Jisung got there, so he told the younger to make himself some hot chocolate and maybe listen to some music to relax. He shouldn’t look at the lyrics yet but instead clear his mind, so they can work on it together later. Chan also texted Hyunjin, warning him to go easy with his teasing since the younger rapper was having a rather shitty day. Hyunjin agreed and continued watching his drama till he heard the front door open, revealing a slightly rough looking squirrel. The boy’s eyes were still reddened a bit and his lips formed a small frown.

After kicking off his shoes, the rapper made his way to Chan’s room, placing the dismissed lyrics on the desk for them to work on later, and then went to his own room to put on a more comfortable outfit. He walked past the living room, weakly greeting Hyunjin. “Sungie, come join hyung. The protagonist is soon going to find out that his girlfriend is cheating on him and I need my emotional support squirrel when that happens”, the dancer whined dramatically. “One minute, I’ll make some hot chocolate. You want some?”, the younger called from the kitchen to which his hyung only replied with an impatient ‘no but hurry’. Jisung didn’t hurry all that much. He took the time to add a good amount of whipped cream from a spray-bottle in their fridge, creating a small mountain on top of his hot chocolate and covering it in a ton of sprinkles afterwards. When he was done preparing his cup of diabetes, he joined his friend on the couch.

“Yah! Would you like some hot cocoa with your mountain of sprinkles? Seriously Sung, are you trying to put yourself in a sugar coma?”, Hyunjin laughed taking a glace at the younger’s cup. Smiling innocently, Jisung scooped up some cream and sprinkles with a spoon, letting them crunch between his teeth before answering: “None of your business, stocky-boy. You know, having some sugar here and there wouldn’t hurt you.” The dancer then remembered to keep the teasing light and only chuckled, letting the other have his way, as they continued to watch a few more episodes together. Jisung had basically decided to just drown his hurt in sugar, preparing himself another cup of cocoa somewhere along the third episode, covering it with at least the same amount of sprinkles and fully ignoring his hyung’s frown. Hyunjin was determined to distract Jisung from everything work related, having noticed the younger’s tear-stained cheeks although he didn’t comment on it. There was only one thing the dancer was a bit critical about and that was the younger having a second cup of his sweet beverage. He knew chocolate was comforting, so he had no issue with the first cup but how was the rapper going to stomach two of them? The older could only speak for himself but he would feel really sick after only having half of the cup Jisung had devoured and now the younger was having another one? Knowing he’d only upset the younger but not stop him if he commented on it, Hyunjin stayed silent and observed curiously whether Jisung would actually finish his drink or not.

It had been half an hour since the rapper had finished his second cup of hot chocolate, surprising both Hyunjin and himself, when Hyunjin heard a small moan coming from the other side of the couch. “I’m never eating anything ever again”, the younger pouted palming his stuffed belly, which let out an audible gurgle in return, making Hyunjin flinch: “You ok over there?” Jisung nodded quickly before shaking his head in defeat. “Stomachache?”, the dancer guessed but the other only frowned: “Kind of but I also kind of feel like I’m going to be sick.” Hyunjin gave a small laugh, he wasn’t too worried since the younger’s voice held no hint of urgency. “I guess that was about a ton of sprinkles too much. Just let it settle and don’t move too much. You’ll be fine”, the dancer chuckled and patted his donsaeng’s shoulder comfortingly. “I’m serio-“, the younger started, cutting himself off with a gag. Cursing, Hyunjin jumped up from the couch and grabbed Jisung’s arm, dragging the younger to the bathroom. They made it just in time for the rapper to bring up a small wave of his stomach contents, colorful sprinkles comically decorating the toilet bowl before getting washed away by another larger wave. Feeling his own stomach twist, the dancer told myself ‘Come on Hyunjin, get it together and be a good hyung!’ before sitting down on the bathtub to comfort his dongsaeng.

Hyunjin had pulled out a few hairclips out of his own hair and pinned the younger’s hair out of his face, just in time to watch his squirrel-cheeks puff out. The dancer quickly looked away, rubbing Jisung’s back as he tried to ignore the sound of liquid hitting liquid, only glancing back at the other when he heard soft sniffling sounds. To Jisung this was just the cherry on top, after already having had a bad day and he couldn’t help the tears flowing from his eyes. All he had wanted to do was have a fun off day with his friends and what did he get instead? “Hey shh, you’ll be ok, squirrel”, Hyunjin hushed, wiping away some of the tears. “Hyung”, the younger whined, startling his hyung. The older was rarely referred to as ‘hyung’ by the rapper because he often acted younger than the rapper himself despite being physically older. Hyunjin knew for Jisung to use honorifics with him, the younger would have to feel really vulnerable and it was a way of giving in to being weak. “It’s ok, hyung is here. You’ll be ok. You just need to get rid of everything that’s making you feel bad and everything will be fine”, he promised his dongsaeng after getting over the shock of being called ‘hyung’.

Hyunjin knew Jisung was fighting the urge to get sick, struggling hard to keep his rebelling stomach in place but soon he lost the battle, heaving up two larger waves almost back to back, scaring himself and grabbing onto his hyung’s hand for support and reassurance. “That’s it, Sungie. Almost there. Just get it all up. You’ll feel so much better afterwards”, the dancer encouraged. Jisung wanted to believe him, he really did but he freaked out when he started to choke on some of the sprinkles he coughed up. Hyunjin was quick to grasp the situation however, patting forcefully between the rapper’s shoulderblades till he heard the younger draw a shaky breath in. “Do you think you’re done”, he asked when Jisung hadn’t thrown up anything else in the last few minutes. The dancer was almost certain there was nothing left, having witnessed just how was the boy’s tiny body could eject. To his surprised, the younger shook his head, palming his sore middle with a pout before scrambling back over the toilet with an unproductive retch. Sighing, Hyunjin traced the whimpering boy’s spine and cringed when another, harsher retch managed to bring up a small trickle of bile, indicating that Jisung was indeed empty. The dancer had really been able to feel the effort it took to bring that up by the way his spine rippled under his hand. Spitting weakly, the rapper tore of a piece of toilet paper to clean himself up before flushing the toilet and announcing: “Now I’m done.”

He let his friend pull him to his feet and sat down on the closed toilet lid, accepting the toothbrush Hyunjin pressed into his hand. “I’ll get you some water and maybe tea to settle that upset stomach of yours”, the dancer smiled, “if you want we can take a nap and cuddle a bit till you feel better.” – “That’d be nice, hyung. I’m exhausted”, Jisung rasped with his voice strained from getting sick. His head had started hurting from the strain somewhere along the way too and he wanted nothing more than to lay down. Feeling unusually protective of his dongsaeng, the older gave him a quick hug before disappearing with the words: “Alright, finish up and I’ll meet you in your room.”

Of course, the dancer stuck to his promise, holding the other, who was knocked out almost as soon as he got under the covers, tight for almost two hours. No, it wasn’t usual for the pair to show how fond they were of each other, spending most of the time insulting the other but they both knew, should times get hard they’d have each other’s back.

#sick #sickfic #skz #stray kids #fanfic #whump #emeto #angst #han jisung #hwang hyunjin #fluff #comfort

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a-dorin · 5 years ago

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i need you - kylo ren

word count: 1,921

warnings: oral (receiving), cursing, sexual frustration(?)

darkness consumed your quarters, the only light coming from the distant stars and planets through your viewports. you were laying on a massive bed, fiddling with the threads of the cover. it had been several hours since you last saw kylo ren, your lover. since it was in the midst of the ongoing war between the first order and the rebels, you rarely saw kylo.

the only few times you had seen him lately were in passing. he would be coming to bed as you would be waking up, the two of you would bump into one another in the corridors, or, it would be at meal times. however, you couldn’t spend meals alone with kylo, as he was surrounded by the captains and generals of the finalizer. it frustrated you, as you wanted nothing more to be in the arms of the man you were in love with.

you were in love with kylo. you had been, since you first met him. you were past the falling stage, and you were sure about your feelings. yet, you weren’t sure what stage he was in. did he even have the same feelings for you? did he even have feelings? you weren’t sure. it confused you, and it hurt a little too. you hated being left in the dark.

but it wasn’t all kylo’s fault. after years of emotional abuse and trauma, he was extremely guarded when it came to emotions. the dark side often took full control of him, which frightened you some. most of the time, you were the only one who could even calm him down or talk some sense into him during his fits of rage.

the door to the quarters opened, kylo entering your shared quarters. that was a fairly recent development in your relationship with him. approximately two weeks ago, he approached the door to your personal quarters, requesting you sleep with him from now on. you didn’t mind, as the two of you had been seeing one another for about eight months now. you slept more in his bed than he did anyways.

“are you all right?” kylo’s low voice interrupted your thoughts. he had entered the room silently, as if he was trying not to wake you if you were asleep.

“i’m okay,” you shrugged.

“don’t lie to me,” kylo murmured, “i can read all your thoughts.”

“you piss me off,” you picked at the threads once more, averting kylo’s intense gaze.

“no, i don’t,” kylo chuckled. he sat on the edge of the bed, slipping his mask off his head, “look at me, princess.”

the nickname caught your attention, making you blush. kylo often called you the name in bed, as he pleasured and praised you. hesitantly, you locked eyes with kylo, feeling him process all of your thoughts. his eyes weren’t angry, or upset. rather, they were questioning brown pools, bronze flecks swimming in their depths.

“you’re upset because you want to spend time with me?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“not just that,” you muttered, sitting up.

“you also are unsure of what our relationship status is,” kylo stated, “and it frustrates you.”

“it does,” the response was short.

“(y/n),” he began, clearing his throat, “you know how i feel about you.”

“i don’t,” you scoffed, feeling anger seep into your words, “i actually don’t know because you never fucking tell me. also, you’re never fucking here because of your duties and it just sucks. it sucks kylo. sometimes i just want you to hold me as i fall asleep. it hurts sleeping alone in this empty bed. it hurts being in love with you and not knowing if you even have an ounce of the same feeling.”

kylo widened his eyes, “you love me?”

your breath hitched in your throat as you realized what you just admitted. you sighed, knowing kylo would pry it out of you anyways, “yes. i love you, kylo ren.”

kylo said nothing, his cheeks tinged a slight shade of pink, “i love you too, (y/n) (y/l/n).”

“really?” you bit your lip.

“i wouldn’t say it if i didn’t mean it,” he swallowed, “i know things have been frustrating for you lately, as i have been preoccupied with my duties. i feel like i’m losing you, although we’re making victories in the war. is there any way i can make it up to you?”

“you’re not losing me,” your voice was gentle as you shifted towards kylo, “you’ll never lose me, kylo ren.”

you placed your hands on kylo’s shoulders, massaging them. he let out a sigh of content, “you make me feel whole, love.”

the new nickname made your cheeks burn. his sudden affection made you content, as you knew that no one else saw this side of kylo. he was so gentle with you. the man could slaughter battalions ruthlessly, then come to you, asking if could give him a massage or heal his wounds. you adored when he showed his affection for you publicly. often times, he would escort you through the ship, an arm wrapped tightly around your waist. sometimes he would even give you a soft kiss.

often times, many troopers made side comments about how you were just the arm candy of the supreme leader. you knew that they were just jealous, and kylo reinforced that, telling how you beautiful you were, and how every man on the ship longed to be yours. maybe if he didn’t tell you exactly, you knew that kylo preferred expressing his feelings through actions.

“how was your day?” you inquired, curious on the progress of the first order.

“long,” kylo exhaled, “those rebels still hold onto this hope that they’ll somehow win the war. i’m sure not why, as we’ve been destroying them all. and hux won’t shut the fuck up.”

you giggled at the last half of his answer, “he really does enjoy talking.”

“it’s irritating,” he rolled his eyes, “it’s like the imbecile talks to just hear his voice. how did you spend your day?”

“well,” you began, continuing to massage kylo, “i didn’t sleep well last night, so i slept in this morning. for a majority of the day, i worked in the infirmary. once i got bored with that, i ate dinner alone. then i came back to our quarters, bathed, and since then i’ve been laying here, awaiting for your arrival, supreme leader.”

kylo tensed when you referred to him as supreme leader. you knew he loved when you called him that. the words sounded too good coming from your soft lips. kylo turned, drinking in your appearance. the moonlight made your features appear softer, and he adored it, “are you wearing my clothing?”

you sat on the bed, looking at him innocently, “they smell like you and i missed you today.”

he wanted nothing more to just take you in that moment. kylo yearned to lay you down on the bed, rip your clothes off, and love you the way you deserved. he longed to hear you moan his name, filling the room with the sound. god, he missed you. more than you knew.

kylo pressed his lips against yours, kissing you gently. you reciprocated, licking his lower lip and sucking slightly. you knew that turned him on. his tongue entered your mouth, regaining dominance. your fingertips traced his waistband of his pants, earning a soft groan from him.

“can we-” you began to ask, but kylo cut you off.

“tonight is about you, angel,” he murmured against your lips, “i’ve been away from my princess for too long.”

your breath hitched in your throat, and you felt your panties become slick. kylo’s assertive tone, along with the way he was looking at you made you wet. you just wanted him. too badly. he slid his shirt off you, throwing it to the floor.

you gasped slightly as the cold air hit your nipples. kylo reached towards them, kneading your breasts in his warm hands. gently, his lips pressed below your jaw, kissing down your neck. you moaned, feeling the wetness between your thighs once again.

kylo knew you wanted him. he knew how badly you were aching for his touch. yet, the sight of you half-naked underneath him, your eyes squeezed shut, and the soft moans escaping your lips were too enjoyable for him. he wanted to take his time, feeling every inch of your body with his hands or lips. he wanted to make this last.

kylo’s mouth latched to a breast, his tongue flicking over your nipple. his tongue trailed between your breasts, and he sucked on your skin, ensuring that he left marks. you were his, after all. and he wanted the entire ship to know it.

“kylo,” you moaned as he sucked the skin on your neck, “i need you.”

“how badly?” he hummed, “how badly do you need me?”

“so fucking bad,” you answered, biting your lip as he continued to kiss all over your chest.

“your wish is my command,” kylo smirked, “after all, you’ve been so good.”

you felt kylo’s lips leave your breasts, trailing down your stomach. he left gentle kisses along the waistband of your underwear, sucking on a sweet spot near your hip.

“you’re so beautiful,” kylo murmured, “all wet for me and i haven’t even touched you yet.”

his fingers hooked your underwear, sliding them down your legs. kylo’s breathing picked up as he saw how wet you truly were. his eyes raked your naked body, taking it all in. he truly did have the most gorgeous woman in the galaxy.

kylo parted your thighs, his mouth meeting your pussy. you cried out, the sound filling the room as you laced your fingers into his hair. his hands were on your thighs to hold you down while he fucked you with his tongue. you felt his tongue swirled on your clit, and your tough exterior crumbled. you tried holding up for him, but it had been too long since the last time you felt his mouth on you.

“you taste so good,” kylo paused, “i can’t get enough of you, princess. are you going to be good and cum for me?”

you nodded, your cheeks burning red. kylo sucked on your clit, his hands reaching for your nipples. he squeezed them, and it put you over the edge. your thighs trembled, “oh fuck, kylo.”

he didn’t stop until he felt he was done. kylo wiped his mouth with his hand, “are you all right?”

you were laying down, your cheeks flushed, your clit swollen and sensitive. there was a mess on kylo’s face, on the bed, and even some on his shirt. his lip was bright red, and his cheeks were rosy. you nodded, “i will be.”

“that good, huh?” kylo chuckled softly, “let me grab a new cover, love.”

as kylo went to the wardrobe for a new blanket, you slipped back into his shirt. plucking your underwear from the floor, you put them back on as well. kylo slid off his shirt and trousers, laying next to you. he wrapped you tightly into his embrace, kissing your head.

“i love you, (y/n),” his voice was quiet.

“i love you too,” you murmured, “will you be around more often?”

“i promise,” he reassured you, running his fingers through your hair.

you sighed in content, snuggling closer to him. he smiled, placing one last kiss on the top of you head before the two of you drifted off to sleep.

#kylo ren x y/n #kylo ren #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren smut #star wars smut #kylo ren fanfiction #ben solo #kylo #star wars #star wars x reader

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tornrose24 · 4 years ago

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What’s the use of feeling? (Red Diamond AAU drabble)

(Contains mentions of abuse.)

(Also, we still have yet to meet this mystery sister in the series, so I don’t know what her actual personality is supposed to be like. Also thank god for YD’s helmet since that’ll help everyone imagine their version of the sister for this).

Original Gem AU (as well as zircon!George, sapphire!Harold, and peridot!Melvin) belongs to angerydj.

Alexandra belongs to me.

All of Homeworld knew that the Diamond siblings were like night and day. Yellow Diamond was cold, focused, and rarely showed a soft side, while Blue Diamond was more easy going, yet could be alarmingly harsh if he needed to be. Yellow Diamond only surrounded herself with trusted allies, while Blue Diamond took on a female jasper as a wife and they each had a hand in creating their own child. It was universally agreed that they were both better rulers than the long deceased Red Diamond, yet like any siblings, they too had their issues with each other behind closed doors.

“I thought I told you to stop coming here, Blue!” Yellow Diamond snapped at her brother upon finding him in a red hued chamber where numerous gems were bubbled.

“I understand, but...” Blue Diamond sighed. In a moment of weakness, he found his older brother’s destroyed palanquin on Earth, reflected on times long lost to him, and ended up speaking with a human who somehow found her way to it. Surprisingly, she showed no fear towards him and seemed to empathize with his loss of a loved one. He was so moved by her compassion that he couldn’t help but take her to the human zoo out of a need to protect at least something good that came from Red Diamond’s planet.

Little did he know that the same human and her daughter were hiding in that very same room, trying to look for a way out while staying out of the diamonds’ sight.

“You not only insist on keeping the zoo around, but you still haven’t bothered to shatter any of these gems!” Yellow Diamond scowled at the bubbled gems. “All of them were subjects who rebelled against him or did nothing to aid him!”

“I know but they’re still among the last we have of Red.” Blue Diamond took a random bubble and examined it–it was hard to tell what gem was inside it at his current size. “I don’t think he’d want us to get rid of them.”

Both Edith and Alexandra stared in shock at all the bubbled gems. There were perhaps hundreds of them–how long had they been like this?

“What are you talking about?!” Yellow Diamond snapped. “Our brother never cared about anyone but himself! Sure he might of wanted to spare the humans at one point, but we both knew he’d just want some as pets! That’s why we made the zoo, which we only kept around for experiments that failed! A lot of gems on Earth made it clear that he was a terrible ruler, and many of them were his enemies! So why would he go out of his way to want to save those who failed him?! He deserved to be called a monster and you know it!”

“You and I know that’s only because Mother–!” Blue Diamond began to snap, but stopped himself. Red Diamond may have been created first, but White Diamond saw him as someone to torture and humiliate for reasons not clear to him or Yellow. There was no way Red’s behavior was completely his own fault... or so Blue wanted to believe.

Alexandra felt her mom’s grip on her shoulder tighten up. She looked up to see her mother looking unusually angry and there was a flash of pain in her eyes as she overheard the diamonds. She touched Edith’s hand, causing the woman to flinch and realize where she was before they could continue their escape.

Yellow sighed and pinched her nose. “What’s the use of feeling, Blue?” She asked. “You want to employ those subjects who destroyed him? Yes we miss him, but you have other things to worry about. You have a purpose to focus on–the sapphire has clarity, an agate keeps others in line, a lapis terraforms, and even your own son was given a purpose.”

Ah yes, Blue Diamond’s son. Yellow Diamond never liked the entitled brat–he was given to Red Diamond as a way to try to help him out on Earth. But Blue Diamond spoiled the jasper and Red Diamond let the young gem do as he pleased, only for the gem to get humiliated by members of the rebellion and end up in Yellow Diamond’s court. Jasper came to her with bubbles containing gems who were supposedly the families of at least two members of the rebellion and expected a promotion (he didn’t get it and of course threw an embarrassing tantrum that would have made a toddler gem’s look tame in comparison). She sent him to aid an insufferable little peridot, but had no clue why he hadn’t come back yet.

If Blue had more better behaved children, or if Red had showed interest in having any, she would have loved the idea of being an aunt. Instead she shook off those thoughts and tried to face the present. “You need to be a leader and focus on a plan of attack.” She continued. “Look forward, don’t look back!” She ripped the bubbled gem from Blue Diamond’s grasp and tossed it away.

Neither diamond saw the bubble head right towards Alexandra and Edith. It bounced where it landed and almost on instinct Alexandra couldn’t help but grab it.

Blue grimaced and turned away, which only angered his sister. “You think you’re the only one whose still mourning?” Yellow snapped. “Not a day goes by that I regret that we caved in and let him have Earth. But do you see me moping about it all the time? So tell me why? What’s the use in feeling–?” Yellow Diamond couldn’t help but remember in that moment–giving him the planet as if trying to shut up an annoying toddler. Once upon a time she had loved him dearly, but after White Diamond pushed him too far–

“What’s the use in feeling?”

She clutched the edge of the railings of the chamber as memories she tried to bury threatened to overcome her.

Those memories of times she and Blue watched Red getting pelted with various objects at the command of White for doing things that displeased her. The taunting that he’d always be a failure every time he tried to please their mother. Him screaming as he was dragged to that tower with no windows for being out of line while she and Blue did nothing out of fear for angering their mother. Him gradually lashing out and tyrannical over others because it was all he had when there was nothing to rule over for him. Him throwing fits that she’d respond back with indifference or with harshness because she had no clue how to else to respond.

“What’s the use in feeling?”

Those memories of times when she should have turned her focus on helping Red Diamond properly heal or help him get back to the once happy gem that he had been in her earliest memories. Instead she and Blue focused on their own tasks and personal happiness until a red quartz–

“What’s the use in feeling–?!” Yellow stopped herself with by humming a melody as a way to calm herself in stressful moments.

Blue walked over and placed a hand over her shoulder. She grabbed his hand back. There were no words needed to be said.

Neither of them saw Edith and Alexandra running out of the room. Though Edith couldn’t help but shoot one last sympathetic look at the diamonds while Alexandra hugged the bubbled gem to her chest.

****

The rest of the escape wasn’t easy but it ended with an agate that was humiliated and left at the mercy of many amethysts who were eager for some much needed payback.

When everyone was back on Earth, the young gems and Alexandra gathered around the gem that she had taken with her. The number of gems had slowly been growing and Edith was thankful that they all had a place to go close by since she couldn’t fit them all under her roof.

Yet it was a moment of anticipation–who would come out of the gem this time?

In a flash of white, a small gem with wild curly hair in a long dress revealed herself. The star on her head band indicated that she was once part of the rebellion.

“Moonstone!” Almost instantly the gem was swept into a huge hug by Bo the bismuth. “We got Moonstone back!”

“Where am I?” Moonstone’s voice came out in whisper like tones. “Did we win?”

“We did! You won’t believe it but we did!”

Edith took in the excitement of all the gems (though Melvin was very indifferent since he never was friends with Moonstone), but there was one who was faking it. Harold wore a smile, but there was a hint of frustration in his eye that confused Edith until she remembered.

He was hoping that Alexandra had brought back Pink Sapphire. Much like the diamonds, the yellow sapphire deeply missed his own sibling.

It appeared that Alexandra noticed the sapphire’s expression as well, but she didn’t say anything. If mother and daughter had their way, they would have taken more than one or at least checked to see if Pink Sapphire was among the bubbled gems in that room.

Edith thought back to the diamonds. She remembered everything that Benjamin told her about his family, but she couldn’t believe she’d ever see them in person. Though honestly it had been of a scare for her to be kidnapped and placed in a ‘zoo’ of humans who all seemed very eager to be partnered up with her (Benjamin would have been rendered speechless at her outfit, but she was positive he’d have thrown the hugest fit imaginable if he knew where she had been taken).

It appeared that despite Benjamin’s beliefs, both Edith’s brother and sister in-law had missed him all this time and her heart went out to them. Yet she couldn’t dare come out and tell them the truth–she couldn’t risk those gems taking her daughter away from her forever. Especially if White Diamond was truly as horrible as Benjamin made her out to be.

If a station full of trapped humans and bubbled gems was all that was left of Red Diamond to Blue and Yellow Diamond, Alexandra was all that was left of Benjamin to her.

Trust me I wanted Heidi to be the gem instead of Dressy, but it didn’t feel like the timing would be right.

#captain underpants #cu gem au #red diamond aau

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favefandomimagines · 5 years ago

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The Arrangement (k.r.)

Summary: Your father gives you to Kylo Ren to show his allegiance to the Firsr Order.

AN: prologue to Call Me By Your Name. basically how the reader ended up with kylo ren. lowkey, tons of sexual tension in this and i’m here for it

It wasn’t everyday where the child of a non-Jedi had the power of the force. You were one of the rare ones with that ability and there wasn’t a single Jedi to train you. Due to the fact that the Jedi were seemingly extinct from the galaxy.

And your father didn’t want to give the First Order a reason to attack your planet. He was the governor of Garel, a planet in the Outer Rim that has always been in allegiance with the Galactic Empire.

So when word spread that Kylo Ren killed all of the Jedi and vowed to restore the Empire in the form of the First Order, your father was hell bent on trying to find a way to prove the planet was on their side.

You were practicing how to use the force when you heard a loud commotion coming from outside your quarters. It knocked you out of your concentration and caused you to go and investigate.

“What’s going on?” You asked a passer by, as you exited your room. “The First Order is coming through the atmosphere.” He answered, before taking off once again.

You furrowed you eyebrows and started off in the direction of your father’s quarters. You walked in and saw him and his many advisors speaking in hush tones to each other.

“Why is the First Order here?” You asked, your presence alerting everyone in the room. “Kylo Ren doesn’t need a reason, Y/N.” Your father answered. “Now come here. I’ve been given word that he is on his way.” He added.

You rolled your eyes and went to go stand next to your father, along with his staff. The doors opened to reveal multiple storm troopers, a general and Kylo Ren himself.

“Governor Y/L/N.” Kylo said in a modulated voice that already annoyed you. You had heard stories about Kylo Ren. Why he wore the helmet that looked almost identical to Darth Vader’s. Rumors said that he wanted to be the next Darth Vader and actually succeed. With the Jedi gone, he just might.

“Sir.” Your father replied. “We have been told that there is a rebel spy on this planet. Need I remind you your allegiance is to the First Order.” Kylo said. “Sir, I assure you that Garel is and always will be your allies.” Your father spoke.

You were never a fan of the all the diplomatic talk about the First Order and the Resistance. It wasn’t something you were entirely focused on. You thought your boredom had gone unnoticed until you felt a pull or a connection coming from Kylo. He could tell you were bored and would rather be anywhere else than standing in front of him.

He could also tell you had the force. He could sense it the second he arrived on your planet and the way you tensed up when you felt the connection.

“Whatever it is that I can do to prove our allegiance, I will do, sir.” He added. “Her.” Kylo spoke, pointing at you. All eyes fell on you as you looked behind you to make sure he wasn’t talking about you. But he was. “My Y/N?” You father questioned. “You want to prove your allegiance, give her to me. She will sit by my side when I destroy the Resistance.” Kylo explained.

You looked at your father, trying to figure out what he was thinking. But you didn’t need the force to know what his decision would be. He turned to you and you sighed.

“Y/N, you will go with him.” He said. “Father,” You started. “It has been decided.” He cut you off. You were about to say something to him until Kylo stepped forward and offered you his hand.

You looked up at him, seeing nothing but the helmet that adorned his head. Your gaze shifted from his hand to him before you reluctantly took it. You were then pulled away from your father and out of your home.

Once on the Star Killer base, you didn’t say a word after you were taken to your quarters. You were too busy in your own head thinking about all the things that could possibly go wrong.

“You’re worried.” Kylo’s voice said, startling you out of your thoughts. You looked towards the door and saw him looming in the doorway. “My father just gave me to you. Kylo Ren of the First Order. Of course I’m worried, who knows what you’re going to do to me.” You replied.

“I won’t hurt you.” He said. The more he spoke with the helmet on, the more annoyed you got. “You have the force. I can feel it.” Kylo added. “Yes, but it’s nothing compared to your power.” You said. “I will teach you how to use it. How to control it.” He said. “How can I trust you when I don’t even know what you look like?” You rebutted.

Kylo brought his hands up to his helmet, it making a soft hissing sound before pulling it off his head. You were a bit taken aback by his appearance and how handsome he was.

And he could tell that how he looked took you by surprise. “Better now?” He asked.

You scoffed before standing from the bed. “What makes you think I even want to learn how to use the force?” You questioned. “Because you’ve been practicing. And you know about it. You wouldn’t be wanting to learn more if you didn’t have an interest in it.” He said.

Kylo took a few steps towards so that he was only inches away from you.

“You’re trying it right now. Trying to see inside my head.” He spoke, his voice quieter. “And you’re trying to see inside mine. You want to know what I really think of you.” You rebutted.

A ghost of a smirk appeared on his face has he looked down at you. “I don’t need the force to figure that out.” He bluffed. “Oh really?” You questioned.

“You’re intrigued by me. By the dark side. It pulls you in and you want to know more.” Kylo said. You swallowed the lump in your throat, knowing he saw your thoughts while still on Garel.

“And what do I think of you right now if you’re so smart?” You sassed.

Kylo was beginning to figure out what your game was. You wanted to push his buttons so he’d let his guard down. He couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t enjoying the exchange between the two of you.

If any of his men would have spoken to him the way you were, they’d be dead before they could even finish their sentence. But not you. He couldn’t even imagine hurting you.

“I think your interest in me is growing.” Kylo. “We’ll just have to see about that, won’t we?” You said.

“Sir, the Supreme Leader wants a word with you.” A storm trooper interrupted. “I’ll be there in a moment.” Kylo replied, not bother to turn around.

Once the storm trooper was gone, Kylo stepped away from you and put his helmet back on. “We’ll continue this conversation later.” He said. “Yes, sir.” You said.

He looked at you once more before leaving your room.

You let out the breath you were holding and took that time to let the wall you had put up. The tension lifted the second he left the room and it physically exhausted you.

As you sat back down on your bed, you heard the door open and knew Kylo couldn’t have been back that soon. Looking up, you saw the general who was with Kylo earlier.

“Y/N, I am General Hux and I was ordered by the Supreme Leader to move you into Ren’s quarters.” He said with a certain distaste in his voice. “Why?” You asked. “I don’t really question the Supreme Leader.” He sassed back.

You were surprised at the level of attitude you were given but you followed his instructions nonetheless.

“You don’t like Kylo Ren do you?” You asked the general as he walked you across the base. “I never said that.” Hux said. “You didn’t have to. I saw it.” You replied.

Hux clenched his jaw a couple of times but didn’t bother to look at you. “He doesn’t know what he’s doing. He is not a general, trained to lead an army. He’s a child.” Hux ranted.

“I see. But you can’t say any of this to him because you’re afraid of him.” You said. “I am not afraid of Kylo Ren!” Hux yelled, finally facing you. You, however, didn’t even flinch. “Yes you are. Because he can kill you with a snap of his fingers and not even give it a second thought. And because Supreme Leader Snoke sees him as a successor and not you.” You explained.

It wasn’t the first time you’ve had to knock a man down a couple of pegs and it seemed to you that General Hux needed to have his ego put in check.

He stared down at you and thought about striking you down but that meant facing Kylo and he wasn’t prepared for a fight like that. It was also clear thy you had infiltrated his mind. How else would you know the Supreme Leader’s name?

“Ren’s quarters. He’ll be expecting to find you here when he gets back. Don’t wander.” Hux stated before he walked away quickly. You watched as he walked down the corridor before going into the room.

You examined it intently, taking in just how unhappy it looked. Walking around, you noticed a pillar with a large, piece of black metal in the center. Examining it closer, you noticed that it was the remains of Darth Vader’s helmet.

It was basically destroyed but it compelling to you.

You reached forward to touch it when a voice prevented you doing so. “What are you doing?” Kylo asked, standing in the doorway. “Uh, nothing. I was just curious.” You answered.

He took his helmet off as he stepped towards you. “Darth Vader was my grandfather. I vowed to finish what he started.” He explained, looking at the helmet. “Wait, you mean-” You started. “Yes. Leia Organa is my mother.” Kylo finished for you.

“She must have been very upset to find out you went to the Dark Side.” You said. “It’s my destiny.” He simply said. You nodded your head slowly before looking up at him. “And what’s my part in your destiny?” You asked.

“As I told your father. You will stand beside me and we’ll rule the galaxy together.” He answered. You looked at him and realized that he had let his guard down and you were able to hear his thoughts.

He was thinking about. About how beautiful he thought you were, about how he wanted you and no one else. Something so vulnerable that you’d never expect from a man of his infamy.

“You let your guard down.” You spoke quietly. Kylo looked over to you with slightly wide eyes. “And what did you find out?” He asked. “That you want me and no one else.” You answered.

“I don’t know what it is you do to me, but it’s something I’ve never felt before.” Kylo said. “I know.” You joked.

That was the first time you saw him even attempt to smile since you’ve met the man. Which was only a mere few hours ago. But it felt like a lifetime.

“You’re going to be the death of me.” He said. “I hope not.” You replied quickly.

Kylo stepped closer to you, and slowly brought a hand up to your cheek. “Can I kiss you?” He asked.

You were touched by him asking your permission, especially when he probably already knew what you answer would be. You didn’t know Kylo Ren to be this soft and vulnerable with someone before.

“I wish you would.” You said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Without warning, his lips met yours, in a firm but passionate kiss.

And in that moment you asked yourself, what you had gotten yourself into.

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