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spideyspeaches · 4 years ago

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Vibrations per minute ↬ P.P

AN: Based on this post ehehe. (Also 223 followers?! I’m not crying you are ಥ‿ಥ Beta read by my baby sis @parkerpeter24 <3<3

➳ Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

➳ Warnings: smut (semi public), vibrator, minors dni

➳ WC: 1.8k +

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Peter Parker was not who he looked to be. He was the kind of guy who impressed parents with his bambi eyes and A+ academic performances, but at the same time, he could be a little shit and tease the fuck out of you. For example-

Bets were a naturally occurring event in the Avengers compound, whether it was between Sam and Bucky about who could eat the most number of marshmallows in one go or between Tony and Peter on who could digest more amount of coffee in the least amount of time (both of which landed them in the medbay).

So maybe placing a bet with your boyfriend may not have been your most intelligent choice. You were a smart woman, you should have known better than to place a bet with Spider-Man, especially if the bet included cardio.

And now you were facing the consequences.

You were sitting in the post mission debriefing room, thighs clenched as you saw your boyfriend trying (and failing) to hide his shit eating smirk. You felt the vibrations inside you once again, a little faster than before. Suppressing a moan, you tried to glare murder at him without letting the others know.

Puffing your cheeks, you slid down the chair, hands folded on your chest. You were pretty sure your cheeks were blood red with the amount of heat you felt.

"Y/N are you sure you're alright? You look a little flushed." Steve asked, shifting to look at you from where he was besides You. He looked concerned.

"Uh- yeah- yeah I'm good. Just exhausted." You stuttered a response. Huffing, you tried to discreetly rub your stomach from clenching. A little whimper escaped your throat, which you quickly suppressed by picking up the glass of water and chugging down some.

Sam looked at you weirdly, the others not paying attention as Nick Fury asked them questions.

"Miss Stark if you think you're going to get out of debriefing because your little boyfriend and father are sitting here, you're wrong. Please pay attention" Fury said, looking at you with his pirate eye, before turning around and muttering, "I swear sometimes they behave like school children."

You gave Bucky and Sam a glare as they snickered.

"I'm sorry, I'll- uhh- I'll pay more attention. I'm just, my tummy hurts." You whimpered, flushing when you realised you had said "tummy" in front of the Avengers.

"Well you better take care of the tummy ache. Don't want you to poo all over here." Peter smirked, your jaw dropping at how rude the little shit was. How unfortunate would it be when he finds out someone had burnt his Kylo Ren special edition figurine?

"Fuck you asshat." You seethe, your glare intensifying when he increased the rate of vibrations using the phone app he was holding under the desk.

"Y/N, Peter, enough of this, now listen to what Pirate here has to say before he asks you to skedaddle back to your nursery." Your dad says, rolling his eyes at your childish banter.

You wanted to get out of there. Right away, because you couldn't take the shudders in between your legs anymore, or you would orgasm right there, in front of everyone.

So to get back at them, you raised your hand like you were in elementary school, asking the teacher for permission, "May I go to the washroom? I wanna poo." You ask innocently, smirking when Fury widened his eyes.

Averting your eyes to your boyfriend, you silently conveyed your message, hoping that he got what you were up to.

Ignoring the laughter of the babies in the Avengers' bodies, you stood up abruptly before he could change the settings anymore, walking stiffly to the bathroom.

"That was kind of mean of me." Peter finally said when you were out of his vision.

"Yeah kid, I would've kicked your ass if I didn't know that she would do it before me." Tony snarked, curling his lips and shaking his head before going back to the dossier in front of him.

"You should go and apologise to her Pete. She looked upset." Steve piped in, his disappointed eyebrowsTM showing their way.

"She's in the toilet and he's a horny teenager, you really want him to go right now?" Sam said.

"Ew Sam, get your gutter brain out of here!" Peter defended, not meaning what he said.

In fact he was going to do just that. The entire time during the mission, you had been teasing him one way or another, whether it was landing in certain poses or just touching him every chance you get.

The bet was just an opportunity for him to get back at you for leaving him hot and bothered, dreaming about you all night in that tiny lingerie with spider prints on them.

“Yeah Sam, get out of here.” Natasha joked. Before he could witness the counter arguments though, he left the room, leaving a very noisy meeting room and a very frustrated Nick Fury.

He found you in the bathroom stalls near the cafeteria. It was the women's bathroom but no one was around this time of the night, so he entered it.

He could hear your moans and pants, your arousal hitting his nostrils as he tried to hyperfixate on you. His jeans suddenly felt strained at his… web shooter area.

Opening the bathroom door, he clenched his fists. You were standing there, vibrator out of you and your finger inside, eyes scrunched as you threw your head back, not even noticing him enter.

"Why are you touching yourself?" He growled, smirking innocently when you jerked up, eyes taking a lustful look that sent his blood rushing south.

"It's your fault. You were the one who made me horny in the middle of those boomers." You gritted.

Your hand was poised on your waist now, legs still spread apart, your pussy on display.

Grabbing you by your ass, he picked you up and slammed you against the wall, kissing your jaw, "Just seeking revenge." He mumbled

"Oh oh Petey- revenge for what?" You moaned, arching your back as he undressed you, grabbing your now unclothed boob and sucking on one nipple, twisting the other with his fingers.

Moaning at the sensation of the cool tiles, you dug your fingers at his back, your wet pussy throbbing for a feel of his dick.

"You did it on purpose didn't you? Showing off during missions?" He sucked at your skin, leaving it tender and brushed, "you know how hot you look while you kick ass?"

He unbuttoned his pants, letting his dick slip out with his boxers. His length never ceased to amaze you, the thick organ making your mouth water. You imagined it slipping into you, your thighs slipping wider on instinct.

He saw the look you were giving him, his lustful eyes full of mirth and desperation. Without waiting any further, he slipped out a condom from his discarded jeans' pocket, sliding his dick into your wet entrance, your ass hitting the wall as he pushed into your walls.

Throwing your head back, you hissed as your walls clenched around him.

"You get, you get turned on when I kick ass?" You panted, grabbing his hair in desperation to the coiling in your gut, "Fuck I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna come Pete."

"Well what are you waiting for princess?" He nibs your ear, squeezing your breasts to his now naked chest. You shuddered at the coolness of his body, he's always been cold to touch.

"Fuck princess, feel so good." His mouth was slack, his thrusts getting harder as he shoved into you, "so tight for me. Enjoying my cock in your pussy eh?"

"Yes! Oh- I love it Pete I love it!" Hitting your head on his chest, you pinched his nipple, making him groan and hit your stomach, the slapping sound echoing in the bathroom.

"Say it louder pretty girl"

"Why?" You whined, "I should get back to you for using the vibrator but I'm having too much fun."

You groaned, Your eyes scrunched when his thrusts started to slow down, his senses too overloaded to work together with his stamina.

"Yeah you're needy aren't you?" He said, out of breath from your little meet. He set you down, wiping off your cum using the tissue paper, flushing it off in the toilet.

He took a minute to just admire you. Your body was shining from sweat, your breath coming out in short pants. You were completely naked, breasts out to the display. He flushed when you smirked at him, you had caught him staring. Not that you minded.

"My beautiful girl." He said, voice husky from strain as he closed the distance between you both, holding you in his arms.

You laid your head on his chest, rubbing your cheeks against his pectorals. You could hear his racing heart, chuckling when you saw heat rising up his chest to his neck and then face.

"Why are you blushing? We literally just fucked." You laughed, tracing circles on his collarbones. He looked ethereal from where you were standing, perfectly sculpted by a skillful sculptor.

"Because you're amazing and I can't believe you're my girl." He said.

"Mmhm,” You nodded against him, “Also, do you always keep a condom in your pocket?"

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There were many reasons as to why you keep around Peter, and one of them is that he's an amazing chef. Living with his aunt and uncle, he and Ben had been the main source of home cooked meals, because Aunt May was never good at cooking.

You saw him standing in the kitchen, flipping pancakes while he hummed to some melody. You didn't mind, you could stare at him all day. Thankfully, none of the Avengers were awake yet (but they would be. They're huge fans of his food)

"Morning." You smile, wrapping your hands around his waist, placing your head on his back.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked, moving around as you clung to him like a koala. Giggling, you wrapped your legs around his waist, jumping on his back like a potato sack.

"Mmhm, the best sleep I've had in a long while." You mumble, words muffled by his back.

"Is that so?" He asked.

"Yup."

Hearing shuffling noises, you quickly jumped off of him, fixing your t-shirt and sitting on the dining table.

You saw as Steve and Sam entered the kitchen, Natasha soon following suit. Clint had left for his home early that morning, wanting to meet Laura and his kids as soon as he could.

You smiled at each of them, nodding a good morning and helping them sort a plate.

You were arranging the plates when you heard a choked gasp. Alarmed at the sound, you looked up at Steve's horrified expression, looking at where he was pointing a finger.

"What?" You asked, biting your lips.

"That- is that a hickey?!?"

Slapping your neck, you let the plate clatter on the table, ignoring Peter's scrambled replies. You saw Bucky entering from the corner of your eye, unable to formulate a coherent answer.

"Oh my god, Bucky they totally fucked yesterday!"

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heliosthegriffin · 4 years ago

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Alone time with Jaune Arc

Pyrrha: And you’re sure that’ll you be fine alone while we go into Vale with team RWBY, Jaune?

Jaune: Don’t sweat it Pyrrha, I just need some me time to decompress.

Nora: Oh? And what does this alone time entail Fearless Leader? *Wags her eyebrows* Going to have a date with a pair of rosey-

Pyrrha & Jaune *Red-Faced*: NORA!

Ren *Covers Nora’s mouth and pulls her outside*: And, that is our cue to leave. Enjoy your alone time Jaune. (Under his Breath) Wish I could have some.

Pyrrha and Jaune still Red-Faced.

Jaune: Uh, maybe you should follow them?

Pyrrha is unresponsive.

Jaune tries to get Pyrrha’s attention: Pyrrha? Pyrrha?

Pyrrha is staring at Jaune’s crotch.

Jaune using his leader voice: PYRRHA!

Pyrrha jumps out of her trance: YES MASTER!?

Jaune raises an eyebrow: How about you go with them Pyrrha, and don’t worry about me, I’m just going to relax today, and maybe watch some movies, I dunno.

Pyrrha still a little flush: SIR, YES SIR! *walks out the door.*

Jaune: I will never understand that girl.

Several moments pass.

Jaune rushes to the door, puts his ear to the door, listens closely for any interlopers. Very carefully opens door, peers out to make sure no-one is hiding or coming to his room. After verifying his safety, he closes the door and locks it.

Jaune then goes to the bath room and grabs some towels and shoves them in front of the door, and then makes sure the windows are closed and curtains closed too.

Jaune lets out a low, ominous laugh: My time has come at laugh.

*Tosses off all his clothes off except his boxers*

*Pulls out his secret Lapscroll, browsing with excited laughter*

Jaune: Yes, yes! I found just what I’m looking for!

*Jaune runs over to his dresser, he stumbles, but catches himself, and then picks out a pair of socks... And then a white button up... A black tie, and finally a pair of sunglasses*

*Jaune then slides up to his bed, fly as all hell dressed up in his baby blue, tight as hell boxers,white socks, white button up, black tie, and sunglasses. He pulls out Crocea Mors from behind his pillows, he likes to keep it on hand in-case of nighttime intruders, and having nothing to do with him needing something to cuddle when sleeping.*

Jaune lets out another excited laugh: The time is nigh.

Jaune walks over to the LapScroll, and hits the video.

- Insert and Play (Billy Idol’s Dancing With myself) -

Jaune starts grooving to the beat, and shifting them hips, and swing his booty to the song. Then with a quick dash his slides across the floor with his socks grabbing Crocea Mors with both hands and singing in to the hilt.

~ On the floors of Mistral, or down in Mantle town to go-go With the record selection and the mirror's reflection I'm a-dancing with myself ~

-Scene Break-

Several Sweaty hours later.

With RWBY and NPR

Ruby: That was fun!

Nora: Yeah! We should do that again!

Ren: Hopefully with two whole teams instead of one and three quarters. (Under his breath) I’m sick of having to be one of the girls, I need my bro with me.

Yang: Sure, just doesn’t feel right without good’ol vomit boy.

Weiss, asking curiously: Speaking of which, why didn’t he accompany us today. *Annoyed Look* Usually, he’d take any chance to go out with me.

Pyrrha, eye-twitching with rage: He just needed some me time. Away from *Looks discreetly at Weiss* Everybody.

Yang starts laughing: A boy, needing alone time, hehehe, we all know what that means, hehehe.

Pyrrha flushes again.

Ruby: hehehe, yeah we know what that means... *Looks to Weiss and loudly whispers* What does it mean?

Weiss shrugs.

Blake has no strong opinion one way or the other.

Nora laughs and Looks at Ren: Called it. Hey! We’re here!

Ren briefly thinks about being the voice of reason, but Jaune did leave him alone with seven women for six hours, seven overbearing and powerful women. He gets what’s coming to him.

*Slight music can be heard*

Yang: Geez, how obvious can you be?

Yang *Tries the door*

Yang: Well, Played Jauney-Boy, Well Played. But, the old door locking trick won’t stop me for long.

Yang *Cocks her fist*

Pyrrha: Wait! Let me open the door.

Yang *Uncocks her fist, a shell is inexplicably shot out of her forearm* : Bastard out smarts me once again.

*Clicks card* Door opens, Revealing Jaune in all his glory and singing into Crocea Mor’s ~Pour some Sugar on me!~

All of them pause, except for Jaune still singing.

They soak in what they’re seeing.

Boy what a sight.

Jaune leaning over Crocea Mors slightly, his blonde bangs slick with sweat and sticking to his face.His skin flush red from effort. His shirt had come undone during his afternoon, leaving sculpted pecs to be seen, sweat dripping down between them into his shredded and powerful abs, the drops of moisture then following a trail into his tight adonis belts, before disappearing into his tight boxers, which leave nothing to the the imagination.

The girls (And Ren) keep staring, seeing broad shoulders underneath the soaked through shirt, and rippling back muscles. His legs were also of note, cause damn, they went on for days!

Jaune stops singing after the song ends.

*Notices he not alone*

Jaune briefly contemplates suicide, before shrugging and saying unusually nonchalantly: Well, you caught me. But, to be honest it was bound to happen eventually, either that or one of you would catch me masturbating.

Jaune walks over to the Scrolltop and hits play on another video: You can either stay and watch, leave... Or join in, your choice.

Pyrrha internally:I’m going to ride him till one of us breaks, but first I must reboot.

Pyrrha - faints from over stimulation.

Ruby squeaks out: Hot boy, weapons, best friend, best friends a hot boy with a weapon! TWO OF THEM!?

Ruby - faints the combination was super effective.

Weiss: OH NO HE”S HOT!

Weiss - Faints, she’s rejecting reality right now.

Blake with a river of blood coming down her face: Nya~ (Breed me, you Adonis stud, I want a litter demi-gods children!)

Blake - Oh, no! Blake whited out!

Nora, already standing next to Jaune dressed in the same outfit.: Oh, you better believe I’m joining in!

Nora - Horny and ready to dance! Wondering about an orgy!

Yang going through Jaunes dressers for clothes to join: Me too! Also, hot damn Vomit- I mean Lover Boy!~

Yang - Fired up and Ready to go! Likes what she sees.

Ren, carefully setting up the other in comfortably positions. Shrugs: Sure why not.

Ren: Impressed by his leaders body. Ready to dance.

Jaune: Cool.

Jaune: Oblivious to everything that’s just happen.

The door to the dorm closes with the image of Jaune, Ren, Nora, and Yang dressed in White shirts and sunglasses.

#jaune arc #team jnpr #Team Rwby #jaune arc appreciation

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evengayerpanic · 4 years ago

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Little Piece of Heaven.

So that finale was something, wasn’t it?! Look, I am thrilled with the fact that ADC showed up, but not exactly thrilled at the direction they took. Clarke’s happy ending? Is still without the love of her life, is still without her child(ren)... I think not, so in a giant middle finger to JROT, I fixed it with what I would have wanted to see instead... Clarke’s last chance for happiness, and her family. Her entire family.

This is a warning! HEAVY SPOILERS AHEAD!!

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“I don’t want to be alone!” Pain. That’s what it was, an intense and agonizing pain. Never seeing Lexa again, her baby Madi, her friends, family... Even the dog would be gone, taken from her to a better place.

It was a nightmare, the one thing Clarke feared most.

The last time she had been left all alone; it had broken her, devastated her, destroyed her.

Clarke had almost given up... Almost.

But then she had found Madi, and that angry and terrified little girl, had turned into the child that Clarke never knew she had needed. Madi had saved Clarke.

There would be no Madi now.

“I don’t want to be alone.” She whispered, heart breaking into pieces at the thought of no Madi. Her bright, vibrant, sweet and stubborn little girl gone.

“You’re not.”

Clarke turned to face Lexa - no, not Lexa, the being that was wearing her as a mask, designed to hurt Clarke that much more. She hated that it took her face, but couldn’t help but feel comfort in seeing the woman’s face one more time, and hear her voice.

“What do you want?” Clarke shuddered. A lifetime of being alone was better than being stuck with the haunting memory of the woman she had lost.

The woman who was so familiar to Clarke bowed her head and smiled softly, a twinkle in her eye almost identical to the glimmer that graced Lexa’s all those years ago. “To give you a second chance, Clarke.”

With those words, Clarke felt herself pulled to the ground by some unseen force, before the sensation of falling took over. She was falling, and falling, with nowhere to possibly land, until suddenly-

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“Ahhhh!” Clarke let out a shriek as she flung herself up, struggling violently as she fought to free her legs from the bindings that trapped them. It was not metal though, nor wood, nor any kind of shackle that she had imagined was keeping her constrained.

Instead it was fabric, soft and warm, and looking down at the blanket that covered her bottom half, for a moment she thought she was back home.

Her original home, up in space, with her Mother.

The down-filled cloud of a blanket that was bathed in a swirling shades of green design was decidedly not one from back home though. Those blankets, while comfortable, had always been slightly itchy and not nearly warm enough for cold space nights.

This blanket... well, it matched the room that Clarke had woken up in, and that was her second tip off to the fact that she was not home, that she was somewhere completely unknown, despite the feeling of familiarity and absolute safety inside of her chest.

The room was in the same hues that the blanket was, greens and rustic wooden fixtures. More than that though, it had pictures, all sorts of pictures. A dog chasing a blonde toddler through the waves of a beach, a brunette little girl (that looked very familiar) blowing candles off of a birthday cake.

What got her the most was the sound of steps clattering down a hallway, where the sound would once make her jump, something about it felt so natural. Even as the door swung open, her body didn’t react until she saw the person in the doorway fully.

“Mom! Are you okay, I heard a scream?” Clarke felt her heart squeeze painfully and tightly in her chest.

Madi.

Madi was here. Awake, conscious, alive. Madi was perfectly fine, and she was right here, in front of her.

The next words out of Clarke’s mouth barely sounded like they were English as she cried out. “Madi?!” Then she was throwing the blankets off of her and running to her child, wrapping the girl in her arms as Clarke clung on for dear life and wept into Madi’s shoulder.

The girl stood stock still, wrapped up in Clarke’s embrace for a moment. She might not have been a child anymore, but she still could appreciate the warmth of her Mother. “What’s going on?” She whispered, acknowledging that something was clearly wrong, but not moving away from the hug regardless. She was a rather intuitive child.

Clarke opened her mouth to explain, but taking in the way that Madi was dressed, she closed it again and reconsidered. This was not the way she had left things, this was not how Madi and her were, something was different and until Clarke knew what it was, it seemed better to just hold her baby tightly and take the special moment for what it was.

“Nightmare...” She covered quickly, quietly, only pulling back from Madi to look at her face, run her hands over the girls arms, and hopefully covertly check her for injury or anything not of the normal. “Something bad happened to you, and I couldn’t save you, it really shook me up.”

��Silly Mom.” Madi chuckled, running her shoulder into Clarke’s in a playful bump. “You’ll always save me, and if you can’t, then Mama will do it for you.”

“Mama...?” Clarke stalled, heart stopping again.

It couldn’t be, this was too good to be real. First Madi was alive and fine, but this? It was impossible.

And yet, as she looked around the room once more, she took in more of the photos on the wall.

Madi sandwiched between Clarke and Lexa, on a ski lift, the three of them wearing matching ski jackets.

Lexa spinning Clarke around in a circle as the blonde laughed, and bright orange leaves blew into their hair.

This couldn’t be real, it was everything she had ever wanted, but also everything that Clarke knew she didn’t deserve to have. Not with her track record.

“She should be home soon, she called ten minutes ago to ask what I wanted from Starbucks, I think she’s grabbing you two a Pumpkin Spice Latte...”

Starbucks? Pumpkin Spice Latte? The words meant nothing to Clarke, especially after hearing that Lexa would be home any moment now. Lexa... Home.

Madi noticed the way that Clarke had froze and the girl reached out for her Mother to comfort her. “It must have been a really bad nightmare, it’s okay Mom, I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere.”

As Madi reassured her, Clarke loosened the grip on the young girl. Her heart still racing and her mind still swimming with the information she was being given.

If this was only just a dream, Clarke really hoped that she would never wake up again from it.

She was just getting used to the sight of her baby girl, alive and well, when she heard a door in the distance open and close, and a familiar voice call out.

“Madi, we’re home, come get your Pink Drink!”

Lexa.

She wanted to be calm, and reserved. Clarke wanted to not make a scene. Clearly in this dream, or whatever it was, Clarke was not exactly Clarke, and Madi was not exactly Madi, so therefore she expected that Lexa was probably not exactly Lexa.

At least not the things that they had gone through, the suffering they had encountered in the last years.

That much was obvious with the way that this Madi wore her hair down, with pretty turquoise clips, and that this Madi wore a smile that reached her eyes.

Clarke didn’t want to upset Lexa, to cause her worry like Madi had over her behaviour. The goal was to be normal, to act normal... and yet?

The moment she heard Lexa’s voice come lilting down the hall, everything inside of Clarke broke down and she couldn’t help herself but run to the other woman, run and throw her arms around her neck.

Lexa let out a surprised sound, but didn’t falter, her arms coming around Clarke in return as she kissed the top of the blonde’s head gently and rubbed her back. “Now that’s one hell of a welcome home.”

Clarke mumbled into Lexa’s shoulder, refusing to lift her head from where it curled against her once lover.

“I missed you so much, Lexa.”

“We were only gone for a few hours, and judging by the pajamas, you weren’t even awake for most of the time we were gone.” Lexa teased at Clarke.

“We?” There was more?

“Mom, I scored two goals! And it was on Andersen, he’s our best goalie, and I still got past him... Twice!”

Clarke turned her head towards the excited voice calling to her, only to come face to face with yet another ghost that had destroyed her from his death.

Aden.

The boy leaned against a wall, blonde hair just slightly falling into his eyes, as he sipped on something that vaguely resembled what Clarke knew from her childhood (while the ship’s kitchens still had some stocked for birthdays) as whipped cream.

Aden, the boy who had quickly stolen her heart with his honour and determination, even in the wake of Lexa’s death. Aden, who had ran to put himself between Clarke and Ontari. Aden, who had in the end lost his life in a battle that was not his, because of her.

Clarke reluctantly let go of Lexa, moving instead to Aden, the boy putting down his drink and running into the hug before Clarke could quite reach him.

“I never got the chance to tell you that I loved you, that I was so proud of you.” She whispered, only low enough for Aden to hear, the boy only squeezing her harder, to stop the tears that threatened to fall.

“You tell me that every day.” He murmured back to her, beaming from ear to ear as she dropped a kiss to his forehead. “So don’t worry, Mom, I know. I know.”

Pulling back from Aden, Clarke wiped the pinpricks of tears that were beginning to slide down her cheeks, and turned to Lexa and Madi, both sharing a look of concern that if Clarke hadn’t been so overwhelmed, she probably would have laughed at how alike they looked, how similar, how mother and daughter.

“We were only gone for Aden’s hockey practice, are you okay, Clarke?” Lexa voiced, her eyebrows furrowing as she looked her wife up and down slowly, the concern on her face growing. “Did something happen while we were gone? Is something wrong?”

“Mom said she had a nightmare.” Madi explained, backing up her mother with the same furrowing of her brows. “But she’s been acting really weird today.”

Clarke bowed her head, caught for something that she didn’t even understand. “I just need a moment.” She whispered, the words strangled and foreign.

The look in Lexa’s eyes softened as she turned back to Madi, and looked over at Aden who had resumed drinking his frappucino, before nodding and ushering the two away from Clarke. “Come on you two, how about I make pancakes for breakfast while your Mom has a moment to wake up properly?”

“But shouldn’t we-” Madi started, turning around to look at her Mom, stood still in front of the bathroom.

“Sounds good Mama, let’s go Mads.” Aden cut her off, pulling his little sister away to give Clarke space.

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It was only when she was alone and locked away in the washroom that Clarke was able to finally let out the feelings she had been holding in.

“Oh my god...” Broke free as she began to sob, reality sinking in, and a wave of emotion washing over her.

Lexa... The memory of holding Lexa, begging her to stay, as she watched the light fade from her eyes.

Aden... Watching Ontari pull his head out of a bag, wanting to throw up, and scream, and kill the woman for taking away such a sweet and innocent boy.

Madi... Crying out loud for her baby, holding her as she realized that her headstrong and stubborn daughter was nothing more than a listless body.

And now all three of them were here, with her. They were safe, they were happy, they were alive.

“This can’t be real,” Clarke whispered. “It can’t be real.”

“It is real.” Clarke looked up in the mirror and found herself staring back. Only this Clarke looked more the way she remembered, dirt, and anger, and grime.

A glance down at what she was wearing told her that this wasn’t her reflection, but something bigger.

It must be the Judge.

“I don’t understand,” Clarke stared, “I failed the test.”

“Yes, you did fail, and so, you do not get to transcend.” Her mirror-self explained, in the same monotone that befell the image of Lexa what felt like forever ago, before Clarke had woken up to new life.

“Then what is this?”

“A second chance.” A chill ran down Clarke’s spine. “You were right about one thing, Clarke Griffin, you have suffered... Much more than one person ever should have. You have suffered, and been in pain, and my people understand how you have felt.”

Clarke blinked back tears as the memories swarmed her again. Lexa, Aden, Madi, all of them ripped from her. All of them gone before it was their turn.

“This is to say thank you, to acknowledge your suffering, and give you a chance to have peace.”

“Is this heaven?” Clarke whispered, unsure of herself.

The Judge smiled. “Ah, heaven, a human concept... If it helps you understand, then yes, it is heaven. Your children will never grow any older, and neither will you. They will stay the same, for the rest of eternity. They will never feel pain, or suffer, or hurt like you have. This is what my people believe that you truly deserve. Peace, happiness, and an end to suffering.”

“Will I remember?” Her voice broke slightly, the thought of staying with Lexa, Aden and Madi for the rest of eternity holding a vice on her heart. “How they died- left me? Will I remember how I got here?”

“No.” A moment of relief. “That is my gift to you, Clarke Griffin, it will be as if you have always been here. You will know nothing other than your life here. Your memories will be as the pictures on the wall, happy and joyous. You will forget me and the attrocities that you have lived.”

As the words were spoken, Clarke could feel the memories of her children’s deaths, the love of her life’s death, fading away and being replaced with happier ones, the ones from the photographs earlier.

Teaching Madi how to ride a bike, chasing after the bike cheering and clapping as the little girl steered down the street, and narrowly missed a lamp post.

The first time Aden scored a goal in hockey.

Telling Lexa how much she loved her and would always love her, in front of all their friends and family, when they exchanged wedding rings and got married.

As Clarke dabbed at her eyes with a kleenex, the sight of The Judge faded into the bathroom mirror until all that was left was Clarke in a pair of rose pajamas.

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“Mom, hurry up, Mama’s making pancakes!” The sound of Aden knocking on the door snapped Clarke back into focus, the blonde smiling at his beckoning.

Clarke swung open the door, wrapping an arm around her son. “I’m here, I’m here, is she making chocolate chip ones?” She teased as the boy leaned into her.

“I think so!” He smirked, before looking up at her with concern. “Are you feeling any better now?”

“I feel great.” She smiled, wrapping her arms around him again, this time for a warm and loving hug, not one of such desperation and painful remembering.

“Good.” Aden grinned before running to the kitchen.

As Clarke entered the kitchen, she saw Lexa, covered in flour (and a little bit of egg) desperately trying to whisk in a bunch of chocolate chips to her batter.

“Hey, baby, so your Mom called. She said her flight gets in tomorrow morning, I said I’d pick her up because I knew you’d be busy with Raven.” Lexa smiled, before throwing in a cheeky comment of. “Though, if she talks my head off about that new ortho procedure, you’re going to make it up to me.”

Clarke laughed. “Come on Lex, she’s just getting back from the conference, she’s going to talk about it.”

“Then it sounds like you’re making it up too me.”

“Hey, Mom, come sit here! Sit with me, Mom!” Madi desperately waved her hand, trying to get Clarke to come over to where she sat at the kitchen table, fine-tip markers spread across the table as she worked on an elaborate tribal tattoo design. “Do you think Auntie O’s going to like this as her birthday present?”

With a smile, Clarke nodded her head. “She’ll love it. Which reminds me, you’re helping me and Auntie Raven decorate tomorrow, right?”

“Uh, duh! I made most of the decorations!”

“I’m going with Uncle Murphy to pick up the cake!”

“Alright, table clear, I’ve got the first batch of pancakes coming through, move your sketch Madi!”

And even in the craziness of trying to navigate two preteens, a tray of pancakes, a dog hungry for table scraps, and a wife who kept pulling her in for kisses...

Clarke knew what it finally meant to be at peace.

#The 100 #clexa #clexa fanfiction #clarke griffin #madi griffin #commander lexa #lexa woods #aden woods #canon continuation #fixing the mess jrot left

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withcolebrock · 4 years ago

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Night Changes-Good Enough for my Baby

Summary: Serenity brings home a boy and Colby gets mad

Night Changes Masterlist

Requested: Yes!!!

Warnings: swearing??

Word Count: 2,057

Author’s Note: Hiii this idea was so cute I loved it!! and we love protective colbyyyy especially dad!colby. anyway I got a little carried away, but I hope you guys enjoy it! this is my Gif!!!

Y/N leaned down and took another piece of clothing from the dryer and began folding it as Serenity walked in. “Mom?” she asked, her voice higher pitched than normal. Y/N hummed as she glanced towards her daughter. “Can I invite someone over tomorrow?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Who is it?” Y/N asked while taking another shirt, a much smaller one this time. Serenity stayed quiet for a few seconds as her cheeks began to flush. “Serenity, they can come over, I just need to know who,” her tone was getting more annoyed.

“Nick,” her voice was barely above a whisper. Y/N head dramatically turns towards her daughter with her eyebrows furrowed harshly. Y/N started shaking her head slowly as she stared at her daughter trying to find some sort of words to say.

“Nick? Uh have I met him?” she asked subtly, her heart was racing fast as she shut the dryer. Serenity shook her head while she bit her lip nervously. “Is he a friend? Boyfriend?” she cringed as the words left her lips, but tried to hide it from Serenity.

“He’s my uh-something, I don’t know what to call him yet,” she clenched her jaw several times as she leaned against the laundry room door. Y/N mouth fell open as she squinted her eyes. She had several more questions to ask her daughter about her something, but she didn’t have the energy to do so. She nodded her head slowly while she forced a smile.

“I’m fine with him coming over, but you have to ask your dad,” Y/N shrugged as she took two laundry baskets and began carrying them. Serenity huffed as she took the basket with her clothes in it.

“What?! Why do we have to tell Dad?” she whined as they both left the laundry room. Y/N chuckled lightly, remembering a similar conversation she had with her own mother. “Dad will get all weird about it, Mom please don’t tell him,” Y/N smiled michiviously as she walked up the stairs towards the living room. Serenity quickly follows. “I’m begging you, Mom, please,”

Y/N looked towards her daughter raising her eyebrows. She let out a soft chuckle as she began walking up the stairs. “Okay, I won’t,” her tone filled with sarcasm. Serenity took a sigh of relief as she took her phone from her pocket. Her face lit up as she saw a text from Nick saying that his parents were okay if they could hang out. Y/N walked towards the couch placing Aidan’s laundry basket on top of it. Serenity ran towards her room down the hall.

Colby placed a dry plate into the cabinet as he said, “Hey Baby.” Colby walked towards her. Y/N forced a smile as she faced him, looking away from him. He furrowed his eyebrows as he rested his hand onto her hip, “You okay?” Y/N nodded while she shifted her gaze slowly towards Colby’s eyes.

“We’ll talk later, Bub,” she raised her hand up and ran her thumb along his cheek. She reached down and took a hold of the basket and glanced towards him as she began to walk away. Colby’s eyes scanned her body as he slowly sat down onto the couch.

~~~

She took in a long breath while she entered her room. She sat down at the edge of her bed while she began to slowly rub her eyes. “Hey Baby,” he whispered as he pushed open the door. Y/N pulled her hands from her eyes as she looked towards Colby blinking several times. He took quick steps towards her as he sat down beside her, she looked towards him with sleepy eyes.

“Long day?” he asked quietly, she nodded as she leaned her body towards him. He quickly wrapped his arms around her as he slowly pushed his body against hers. She falls down onto her back giggling. He rested his head into the crook of his neck as he took in a long breath. “You were supposed to tell me something,” he whispered, running his hand along her side slowly.

“I can’t say it,” she whispered back as she ran her fingers through his hair. “It’s too scary,” Colby chuckled lightly creating vibrations against her neck.

“Come on Baby, I wanna know,” he whined.

She took in a long breath, “Ren, is bringing a boy over tomorrow,” she said quietly. Colby immediately sat up from his lying position and scowled towards her.

“What do you mean, a boy?” he questioned, his tone filled with anger already. Her mouth opened and closed several times, he shook his head while he stared towards Y/N.

“His name is Nick,” she said calmly as she stared into Colby’s eyes. He shut his eyes harshly as he huffed falling down onto his back.

“Nick? Ew, that’s such a fuck boy name,” he huffed again while he covered his face with his hands.

“I know right! Of all the names it had to be that-and I talked to Aidan and he overheard her call him hot!” she explained and Colby made a gagging noise. He cringed as he shook his head several times. “I know! Like our daughter calling someone-”

“Don’t say it!” he interrupted as he pointed towards her, she frowned while she fell onto her back alongside Colby. “You know what, I’m shutting this down. This guy isn’t allowed in my house,” she tilted her head to face him while her eyes widened.

“We have to at least meet the kid,” she reasoned, Colby shook his head again.

“She is barely fifteen years old, she shouldn’t be bringing boys home. Especially boys named Nick,” He sat up leaning against his elbows while he glared at his wife. She followed him leaning back on her elbows. She stared at him expectantly while he took a long shaky breath.

“Love, please don’t bring up that we started dating at fifteen. It doesn’t make me feel better because I know what we did when we were fifteen,” he explained while he fell onto his back again, covering his face in his hands. “Oh god,” he groaned as he started rubbing his eyes excessively.

“We have to at least meet him for Serenity’s sake,” Y/N explained again, resting her hand onto Colby’s chest. She ran her fingers across his tattoo near his heart.

“That doesn’t mean I have to like the kid,” Colby uttered as he removed his hands from his face as he shifted his attention towards Y/N. He rested his hand onto her cheek, he leaned towards her pressing his lips against hers briefly.

~~~

Aidan was sitting on the couch with the same book as yesterday while also watching TV. Leo was in the backyard passing the lacrosse ball with Colby. Colby was trying his best but he was not that good. Serenity was in her room getting ready for Nick to come over. Y/N was sitting beside Aidan reading her own book, keeping her mind off the fact that a teenage boy was coming over.

Serenity walked down the hallway while texting on her phone. She glanced towards her mom and Aidan before sitting down onto the kitchen stool. “Nick is going to be here in like five minutes,” she said while resting her phone into her hoodie pocket. A hoodie Y/N had never seen before, she assumed it had to be Nick’s. She looked towards Serenity and nodded before looking back towards her book. “And can you and Dad be cool please,”

“We’re always cool, Honey,” Y/N said sarcastically, while she bookmarked her page. Serenity rolled her eyes dramatically as she clicked open her phone again. Y/N stood up from the couch, poking Aidan on the head as she walked towards the back door. “Colby, Nick is almost here,” she raised her eyebrows while she beamed. Colby sighed as he threw the ball to Leo and dropped the stick.

“Dad where are you going?!” Leo whined as he caught the ball. Colby’s attention switched to boy and back to Y/N.

“I’ll be back, Bud, in like ten minutes. Practice shooting,” Colby offered as he ran towards the door. Leo rolled his eyes when Colby wasn’t looking. He turned around and started shooting into the lacrosse goal behind him. Y/N slid the door open more letting Colby walk in.

“Are you ready?” Y/N whispered as Colby shut the sliding door behind him. He leaned against it and shook his head, “You’ll be nice, right?” Y/N asked while she rested her hand onto his arm. He shrugged while he looked her body up and down. She leaned towards him and pressed her lips to his cheek briefly, “Be nice,” she whispered as she pulled away.

The doorbell rings twice forcing Serenity to jump from her seat and run towards the door excitedly. She stopped short of the door, adjusting her hair before she swung it open. She smiled and welcomed him inside. Colby’s eyes darted towards the door revealing a tall brunette boy. Nick smiled widely as he looked towards Serenity and whispered something Colby nor Y/N could hear. “Be nice,” Y/N whispered again, wrapping her arm around Colby’s. She dragged him towards the door.

“Hi, Nick, it’s so nice to meet you,” Y/N smiled widely as she pulled away from Colby to hug Nick. Nick smiled politely while he hugged her back.

“Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Brock,” he spoke as he pulled away, glancing towards Serenity. She nodded, smiling softly.

“Nice to meet you,” Colby reached out his hand with the most rings towards the boy. Nick’s eyes widened as he looked down to the hand, hesitantly. shaking it.

“Nice to meet you too, Sir,” his voice broke as he spoke.

“Okay, that was awkward,” Serenity sighed while she reached for Nick’s arm, dragging him towards her. “We are going to my room,” she forced a smile, walking towards her room with Nick.

“Keep the door open,” Colby yelled, crossing his arms over his chest. Serenity waved him off continuing down the hallway. As soon as they were out of earshot Colby whispered to Y/N, “Did you see him? He looks like Jake when he was in high school. A little prick like he was,”

“He was nice, Babe,” Y/N responded while she walked towards the couch.

“He reminds me too much of Jake before he met Tara, I don’t like it,” Colby pouted. He followed Y/N towards the couch. “Did you see how he was dressed? He’s a prick,”

“Colby, he said like ten words, give him a break,” she commented pulling the book open. Aidan side-glanced his parents before he stood up and headed towards his room. “Keep an eye on them, Aidan!” she called out to him, he nodded his head while he walked down the hall.

“See you’re worried too!” Colby whispered yelled.

“Of course I’m worried, it’s my teenage daughter with a teenage boy! At least, I’m giving him the benefit of the doubt,” she shot back.

“I was a teenage boy once, I know how they think! He is not even close to being good enough for my baby girl!” he explained while he crossed his arms over his chest dramatically while sitting down on the couch. She slowly rested her hand on his shoulder watching him shift his gaze towards her.

“Of course he’s not good enough for her, but that’s because she’s our daughter. No boy will ever be good enough for her, but we have to be nice, Love,” he leaned his head back against the couch as he shut his eyes. He took in a long slow breath before shifting his gaze towards her.

“Why are you so perfect?” he whispered as he gazed into her eyes. She shrugged her shoulders as she leaned forward, he quickly followed pressing his lips against hers.

The sliding glass door to the backyard is pulled open, “Dad, come on!” Leo yelled, pulling Y/N and Colby apart. They both burst into laughter.

“Okay, okay, I’m coming,” Colby grunted as he pulled himself up from the couch, smiling towards Y/N, “Damn kids,” he joked while he walked out of the room.

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moon-antics · 5 years ago

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Can I have #37 where the reader gets shot down and Poe is with them in their final moments (maybe they were dating for a while)

last breath

authors note : i hope you like this! i really tried to describe the lightsaber fight in a cool way but idk if i did it :p ( if i didn’t write this myself, i might’ve cried reading it ) ( and I just realized you wrote shot down..sorry )

character / ship : poe dameron x reader

prompt(s) : 37 – “just look at me, and me only..”

summary : kylo gets what he wanted, and poe lost everything he had

word count : 1429

warnings : character death, swearing

In that one moment, all Poe could do was watch in horror when Kylo got to you. Every other noise or movement around him seemed to freeze, only the dull hum of Ren’s lightsaber and yours filled his ears.

With shaky hands, you raised your (f/c) lightsaber to your face, ready to defend yourself. A puff of white air left your lips as you took shaky breaths, your body trying to compensate the cold and your nerves.

Kylo still had his helmet on, masking his expression from you. You could feel the anger radiating off him, and he surely could tell how nervous you were.

“At last, we meet again.”, his distorted voice scared you, he sounded so inhuman, so distant.

“This time I won’t let you go easily..” Without another word, he took a big step towards you and swung his lightsaber against yours. You did your best to deflect him, but your arms were barely able to withstand his powerful hits. For most of his attacks you tried dodging them, rolling away before he hit you. The tree that was placed where you were just moments before, falling to the ground between you two. You watched with wide eyes, trying to catch your breath and ready yourself for his next attack. You couldn’t do this for long, you knew that.

Poe tried to fend off the Troopers that had accompanied Kylo Ren, shooting them down while also trying to keep an eye on you. He was terrified. He trusted your ability to defend yourself, you’d practiced a lot in the past few weeks for this exact moment, but he also knew how often you had dreamt about this day, and how badly every single dream had ended.

“Stop running, you coward!” Kylo’s voice barked after you as you made your way through the trees, trying to get a bigger distance between the two of you. But nothing worked, he seemed to come closer with every step you took away from him. It was hopeless. You realized that too. Much to Kylo’s surprise, you stopped in your tracks, back still turned to him.

For a moment, you allowed yourself to close your eyes, letting every tension in your body go and just feel the force within you. Familiar voices flooded your mind, you saw everything, the balance in nature and in the imbalance in him.

“You make it much too easy for me..”, just as he raised his lightsaber was about to strike down on you, your lightsaber clashed against his, your body turned to him. His mask gave away nothing of his apparent surprise, he could feel the strength flow through you. Your eyes bore into his as you pushed him back, your lightsabers still touching.

“You underestimate me, Ren..” One of your hands let go of the lightsabers, pushing it out and sending Kylo flying. He was able to catch himself, sliding along the ground on his knees. His lightsaber drew a line into the snow, burning the grass that laid underneath. His head snapped up at you to see you jumping at him, lightsaber crashing down on his with full force. He still wasn’t close to giving up, but neither were you. The sounds of the lightsabers colliding bore into your mind, your heartbeat thumping in your ears.

But soon, your mind grew tired, the power leaving your body slowly. You could feel your arms getting heavier with every push, with every hit you endured. After parrying him again, you stepped away, bringing some distance between you. Kylo used this to his advantage, he held out his hand, effectively pushing you into a near-by tree.

“(Y/N)!!” Poe witnessed the scene, watching you struggle to get up, and your lightsaber having left your grip.

As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t help you.

Your ears didn’t pick up his scream, your head pounded from the impact. Bracing one hand against the tree, you got up slowly, frantically looking around for your lightsaber. There it lay, a few meters away in the deep snow. You stretched your hand out, but the hilt only moved slightly.

A pained groan left your lips, this had to work.

You concentrated so much that you didn’t sense what was going on around you.

“(Y/N)!!!”

His scream made you look up, and for a second you found peace in his frightened eyes.

A silent gasp left your lips when you felt a soaring heat in your abdomen. Your gaze turned down slowly, whimpering at the sight before you. “NO!!”, Poe screamed with all the air he had left in his lungs, his voice breaking as he watched Kylo pull his saber out of your body.

He saw your eyes losing focus, they still looked in his direction but not on him.

Kylo didn’t even watch you fall; he turned his back to you and walked away. His deed was done.

You wrapped your arms around your stomach, a weak attempt to reduce the pain. Your legs gave in, only the tree next to you offering you support.

In an attempt to get to you as fast as he could, he threw away his blaster and sprinted. The last meter he slid to you on his knees, wrapping his arms around your slowly sinking body. He sat with his back against the tree, you lay across his lap, clothes slowly getting drenched in your own blood.

“Hey- hey, (Y/N), you’ll be okay, you hear me?”, he said in a shaky voice. Your hands were lifted off by Poe so he could examine your wound, swallowing visibly at the sight. He couldn’t lose you, no. He wouldn’t. Never.

“MEDIC! SOMEONE GET A FUCKING MEDIC OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!”, he yelled out into the open, barely anyone was in his reach. The battle carried out so far, everyone was spread thinly, if they survived.

His eyes roamed the area, desperately looking for someone who could help you.

Your weak voice pulled him from his frantic state, “P-poe..” His attention was on you, one hand holding your head up gently. He didn’t know what to say, he knew the lump in his throat would betray him if he spoke.

“Poe..”, tears welled up in your eyes, your bloody lip quivering, “I don’t want to die..”

Poe dropped his head at your words. He had to be strong for you now, you needed it. After a few deep, deep breaths, he felt ready to look at you again. But when he did, his heart broke. You looked so scared.

“I know baby.. I know..”, you were starting to freak out, your muscles shaking as your bloody hand gripped his jacket weakly. “P-Poe please! Please I don’t..I-I don’t-!”

“Shh..hey..” His hands found yours, gently taking it off his jacket. Your skin felt cold already. “(Y/N).. Just look at me, and me only..okay?” You nodded weakly as an answer.

“I’m here for you.. I will never leave your side, okay?” Again, you just nodded, your eyes focusing intently on his.

After a few moments, he could see you losing focus again, he knew what was coming. “Poe.. I feel so tired..” Poe bit his cheek, gently sitting you up against his chest, wrapping his arms around you fully. “It’s okay baby.. get some rest mh? And when you wake up, I’ll be right here, okay?”

His body-heat spread through his close, you could feel it. You nuzzled your head in his chest, enjoying the comfort of his arms around you. “Okay..” Slowly, your eyes slid closed. And as you released your last breath, your pain faded away, everything felt..better.

Poe sat like this with you for few moments, gently rocking you from side to side. He prepped a kiss on your head, smiling softly. His heart still carried the tiniest spark of hope that you’d make it. “I love you, (Y/N)..”

When you didn’t answer for a few seconds, he sat up, panic setting in. “(Y/N)?”, his hand gently cupped your cheek and tilted your head up to him. Your eyes were closed, you looked peaceful. But he couldn’t see the air turning white from your breath, no matter how long he waited. Nothing happened.

“No..Fuck, please no! (Y/N)!”

His arms pulled you to him tightly, his face buried in your shoulder as he cried. He lost the love of his life, forever. And they died in his arms. He could do nothing save them, nothing to bring her back. All he did was sit there and suffer, because his world just turned meaningless.

You were his everything.

#poe dameron #poe dameron imagines #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron imagine #poe dameron angst #kylo ren #star wars #star wars angst #reader #poe x reader

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moonlightsolo · 5 years ago

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bête noire

summary: Finally, you’ve retreated out of your hermit shell. Slowly, you start to get into a routine around the base again. Rey has been training you to defend yourself with your staff and hopefully how to use a lightsaber soon. It seems like her vision may be coming to life. Kylo Ren is being too distant which has gotten you worried. Hopefully you will be able to see him again.

pairing: kylo ren x female reader

warnings: none

wc: 2.3k

note: sorry this chapter is short i wanted to get something out quick also ya’ll asked for more poe & reader fluff so you got it!

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

“Agh!” You grunt out as you swing the staff at the training droid flying around your head. Your feet move swiftly as you dodge the stun bullets being shot at you.

Bruises litter your skin where you couldn’t dodge them, it stings but it fuels you to work harder.

You yelp when it hits you again, your face heats up from anger. Now you’re starting to get frustrated. You turn on your heels to face the droid floating above you, ready to shoot again. You focus in on the sphere-shaped robot. All you need to do is disable it somehow.

Your feet crush the leaves on the ground as you sprint into a jump, your feet hit the bark of a tree which propels you towards another one diagonal from it.

When your foot hits the other tree, you launch yourself in the air towards the droid. The Force gives you more power as you twirl your body in the air and strike down the droid with your staff.

You land on your feet, the pieces of it fall to the ground in front of you. The electricity buzzes from the broken pieces as it malfunctions and eventually shuts down.

You smile proudly, putting the staff on the ground so it’s parallel to your body. “Nice.” You breathe out heavily, your chest rises and falls quickly. You turn on your heel to make your way back towards the base, pushing the long strands of hair out of your face.

It has gotten too long now, all you can do is keep it in a braid that lays heavy on your back.

You meet Rey in the opening of the trees, you both call it your hideaway. She’s floating and there are rocks around her in the air. When she hears your footsteps, her eyes open and she gently floats down to the grass. “How was it today? Better?” She turns towards you with a smile.

“Much better. I actually got it today.” You walk towards her to get closer instead of being across the field.

This is your third time in the past week you have trained. Rey has guided you to get more comfortable using the Force during her lessons too.

Kylo still hasn’t reached out to you. Sometimes, you catch yourself thinking about him and how he is doing. Somewhere in the back of your brain, you hope that he knows that he’s in your thoughts.

Rey knows you think about him a lot, she never says anything about it though. She tries to get your mind off of him when she notices your thoughts wander elsewhere.

“I think it’s time.” You say to Rey, she seems confused by your words.

“Ya know, to cut my hair.” You laugh, pulling the long braid over your shoulder so it‘s in the front.

”Finally!” She dramatically groans in relief, “Let’s go.” She grabs your hand and starts to pull you towards the base. Once your hands get too sweaty, she lets go and jogs with you into the cave.

Leia is sitting down as she writes something down on a piece of paper, “Leia! It’s time to cut her hair.” Rey smiles wide.

Some officials that are standing around stop what they’re doing to glance at the three of you. “Right now?” Leia sighs as she rubs her temple.

“What’s going on?” Rey asks, her face is full of concern as she walks up to her.

“There’s something bothering me. I don’t know what it is, but it’s sitting in the back of my brain.” She shakes her head and takes a deep breath to clear her thoughts. You and Rey glance at each other nervously, “Grab me the scissors. Let’s do it now.”

Leia directs you to sit in her chair once she gets up and stands behind you. Rey grabs the scissors for her as she unravels your hair from the braid. She hands you the hairband and brushes her fingers through your thick locks.

She begins trimming your hair slowly, it floats to the ground around you and tickles your nose. By the time she finishes, your hair shrunk to just below your shoulders in a long bob. It’s long enough to still pull up and style but short enough to be manageable.

“Feel it. See if you like it.” She touches your hair to make sure it’s even.

Your hands run through the soft hair, your head feels so much lighter and you expect to feel more. You almost gasp when your hands fall out at the ends, “It’s so light and soft. I love it. Thank you.” You stand up to give Leia a hug.

A little cleaning droid starts to clean up the hair on the ground, it beeps as it does so. Rey is still standing there, a smile on her face. “It’s very beautiful. I can’t wait to style your hair like mine.” She jokingly says but you wouldn’t mind if she actually did it.

After a few minutes of talking with Leia and Rey, you start to walk out of the command center by yourself. Poe is standing just outside talking to someone. You take him in slowly, your eyes rake over his body sneakily.

He’s wearing a cream button-up shirt that’s almost unbuttoned too low in the front, tight khaki utility pants, a leather blaster belt holster around his waist and his boots.

Just as you go to look away, he catches your eyes with his own. He takes in your new look, you blush when he smiles wide and winks at you. He quietly mouths, “wait for me.” Then he continues the conversation with the person in front of him.

You lean against the cool limestone of the cave, the artificial lighting casts over your face. You pick at your nails as you wait for him to finish up, you don’t even realize that he’s in front of you. “I like your hair. A lot. It fits you better.” His hands come up to run his fingers through it and he tucks it behind your ear.

The slight brush of his fingernails on your scalp makes you shiver. “You sure it’s not too short?” You bite your lip out of nervousness. “Yes, I’m sure. You’d look gorgeous even if you had no hair.” He laughs and slyly slides his hand on your waist to pull you closer.

You laugh gently and shake your head as you look down. “What?” He asks with a small confused chuckle. You lean forward to put your forehead against his chest, his arms instantly wrap around your frame.

“Nothin’, you’re just very charming.” You admit with another nervous giggle. He laughs along with you, “Why thank you.” He hums happily.

Rey walks up to you two, interrupting the little moment you guys are having. “Excuse me, lovebirds. Leia needs Poe, there’s something important she needs to talk to you about.” She clears her throat.

He sighs as he slowly pulls away, he doesn’t want to leave you. “I’ll see you later?” He asks, “Of course.” You nod, then he winks again and walks away.

Rey’s face looks like she’s seen a ghost, “Is it about what she said earlier to us? Like what she’s been feeling? Did she say something to you?” You ramble on.

“Yeah she did, but it’s nothing. Let’s go.” She puts a smile on her face, but you can tell she’s thinking about it very intently.

You’re wondering if it has to do with Kylo, that’s why she won’t tell you. Maybe something happened to him. You gulp as you start walking with her, she knows you’re nervous now too.

After about two more hours of training, she dismisses herself and you end up leaving too since it’s getting dark. You walk into your room, seeing your babies being fed by the droid. “Thank you. I got them now.” You smile as your hand replaces hers on the bottles. The droid leaves the room, probably to go help out around the base.

Once they finish, you burp them individually and snuggle them. You have them both in your arms when someone knocks on the door, “Come in!” You yell softly so you didn’t scare the twins.

The door slowly opens to reveal Poe, he slips inside and sits on the bed next to you. He looks quite serious, it’s scaring you slightly. “Rey was telling me how you were asking her questions about what was going on. She didn’t tell you, did she?” He asks, your eyes go wide.

Your heartbeat starts to pick up the pace, “No. She didn’t. What’s wrong?” The babies pick up on your nervous energy and start to fuss. You shush them gently as he goes on, “Leia felt another dark entity in the Force. She doesn’t know who yet but Kylo Ren may have another leader again.”

You let a heavy breath out, nothing happened to him. “Oh okay.” You take a deep breath again, closing your eyes as you drop your head to calm yourself.

“You’re aren’t worried about that?” He almost laughs.

You pick your head up to look at him, “Of course I am. I thought something worse was happening.” You mumble as you stand up to put the sleeping babies in their bassinets.

“What could be worse than another enemy?” He almost groans in response.

You give each baby a small peck on their forehead, you turn the main light off and flick on the small one next to your cot since it’s much dimmer.

“What are we going to do now?” You ask, “We’re gonna be more cautious if we leave the base and add more cloaking devices to the trees so they can’t detect us here.” He sighs and leans against the wall behind the bed.

“That sounds like a good plan.” You lean back next to him against the cool metal wall. You can feel his eyes on the side of your face and down your body then back up quickly.

You don’t know what your relationship with him is anymore. Is it friends? Are you more than friends? You don’t want to be more than friends right now but sometimes he can be so addictive... Especially with the smooth sun-kissed skin and dark curly hair of his...

Stop. Don’t think about him like that.

You turn your head to make eye contact with him, “I know you’re thinking what I’m thinking.” Poe sighs with a crooked almost disappointed smile as he sits up “Poe wait-.”He cuts off your sentence.

“I’m sorry. I’ll see you tomorrow okay?” He stands up to leave. He looks back at you and smiles before he slips out quietly.

You blink as your eyebrows furrow, you’re so confused right now. What the hell just happened?

You shake your head and stand up to get into your pajamas so you can get under the covers to sleep. The men in your life need to think about what they truly want.

Just like every other night, something in the back of your head won’t let you sleep. You toss and turn, fluff your pillow and blankets many times. You’re so exhausted. Your body aches and your brain is thumping from lack of sleep.

A blanket washed over your ears, they started to ring for a moment before quieting down. Your eyes shoot open as you look around the darkroom, the only light source is coming from a very dim light on the floor.

You see his dark silhouette in front of the door. You take notice to his obscenely long legs and how his wavy hair can be seen as well. Last time you spoke to him you remember saying that you didn’t trust him and he was quite hurt by your words.

“Are we growing apart?” His voice is stern but still soft. You frown at his words, “No, I hope not.” You sit up in your cot to get a better look at him.

“I had a vision. We fought. I’m not sure what we were fighting over, but you had your own saber. I didn’t want to fight you but I had no choice. You were powerful. Almost as powerful as me. I...I defeated you... I never want to see that again. I need to make sure my vision doesn’t come true.” He rambles on, his voice is shaky. He’s obviously upset by what he saw.

“Kylo. I promise you, I will never try to go against you. Nothing is going to happen like that...” You feel sorrow for him, your bottom lip pouts out a little bit.

“I want to see you.” He blurts out, his facial expression is cast over by the shadow. “I want to meet our children. I understand you don’t trust me, it makes no sense. I would never hurt you.” His voice raises slightly from frustration.

“I trust you with us. Not the Resistance. I know we are your enemy but I won’t let you find them again. We’re happy here. They’ve made a home.” You breathe out and sigh. “We? So you’re with the Resistance now officially?” He scoffs.

“No, that’s not what I meant. I’m not on anybody’s side at the moment.” You grumble and pinch the bridge of your nose between two of your fingers out of frustration.

“Let me visit you. I won’t let alert anybody about your whereabouts. If you trust me enough, you know I would never put you or the children in harm's way. Please.” He’s almost begging you, he seems so desperate.

Your brain works as you think about how this could possibly work out. You could hike far away from camp and he could meet you somewhere in the jungle.

“Think about it. I’ll be back tomorrow.” He mumbles then disappears before your eyes.

Your eyes roll back as you plop back onto your pillows to try and sleep again. This could possibly work. You do miss him so much. You need to feel him in your arms again.

This needs to be your secret, your own little secret.

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dabunny90 · 4 years ago

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Finding Each Other

Entering Rorikstead as the sun begins to set, Lucien is humming some new song he made up. Ren roll his eyes at the only closest friend he had from his childhood. They step in the Inn and greeted a familiar face of Erik. He smiles as he sees them enter. "Ah, Ren. Good to see you and Lucien back here again. Staying here before another grand adventure?" He asks with a smile.

""Yes and no. We just got out of the tomb Valthume." Ren replies, cutting the story short. He was exhausted. He steps up the counter where Erik's father is. "Can I get two rooms?" He asks, coldly. "Of course. That'll be 10 gold pieces." The man says. "I'm gonna need them for two days." He says dropping a medium size pouch of gold on the counter.

The man eyes him. "This should cover the rooms, food, drinks and care for the horses." Ren says, walking away from the counter and making his way to the room. He changes into a simple pair of trousers and a shirt. Lucien comes in there and looks at him. He sits in the chair and watches as Ren stares at his charred hands.

"You okay?" Lucien asks, unsure what else to say. He knew that Ren was struggling with his calling as Dragonborn. He was worried for his friend. "Just tired. I need some rest. I already paid for the rooms and food. Go eat and entertain the newest guard to Rorikstead with tales from our recent adventures. I'm gonna rest." Ren says, waving his worried friend off with his hand.

Lucien stands and walks out of the room, pulling the door closed behind him. He sighs as he sits at the bar. He knows that his best friend is struggling with his calling. Erik comes and joins him at the bar. They eat and talk the night away.

The next morning, Ren wakes up to hearing frightened voices in the bar. He goes to step outside his room but Lucien and Erik push him back in and shut the door behind them. Lucien hands him the armor he wears while slaying dragons near cities.

"There's a dragon flying near one one of the old Forsworn camps. Everyone is startled." Erik explains. "Yeah, kinda figured. Had weird dreams about them all night. How am I suppose to get out of here without them noticing?" Ren asks. "Leave that to me. I've been practicing an invisibility spell. Hurry and change before the dragon makes it way here." Lucien says, turning his back. Erik follows suit.

Ren clears his throat and Lucien nods as he turns around. He mumbles a soft incantation and smiles. "Did it work?" Ren asks. "Look in the mirror." Lucien says, excitedly. Ren turns around and can't see anything. "Damn, I can't believe. Let's go." He says, as he crouches down. He follows Lucien through the crowded, being careful not to step on or bump into people.

Lucien opens the door and leads him to the path on the other side of the hill and they hear the growls of a dragon. Ren pulls out his favorite bow, Mehrune's Talon. It was something given to him from an old friend that worshiped Mehrune Dagon. When he sees the dragon, he starts firing arrows. Lucien stays back using magic. "Lucien, remember these dragons can sap your magic. Better to use your bow." Ren shouts.

Ren notices something down below them as the dragon takes flight. He sees red hair flowing as arrows flies past them, hitting the dragon in the side. The dragon roars, as Ren slides down the hill. He senses something familiar about this person. The woman glares at him as he stands beside her firing arrows at the beast. "Are you trying to take my kill?" She yells angrily. "No, just looked like you needed some help." He says, calmly.

Lucien stumbles down the hill and ducks as the dragon swoops over them, casting a ward to protect them from it's breathe. "Impeccable timing, Lu-Lu." Ren teases through the mask. Lucien just smiles, "Better late than never, right?" He huffs. Ren can clearly see he is exhausted. "Think we can bring this big guy down and finish him off?" Ren ask, looking over at the beautiful female beside. "Yeah, if we aim for the wings. Hope you can handle some heat." She says, still angry with this guy.

"Lu-Lu, you know what to do." Ren smirks. "Right, boss." He smirks, casting fire resistance spells over the three over them. After that, they bring the dragon down. Ren sighs as he hears the whooshing sound. He looks over and sees the woman absorb the soul of the dragon. Lucien goes to say something but Ren cuts him off. "How?" He asks out of astonishment.

The woman looks over at him. Fear fills her eyes. She goes to run but trips and twist her ankle. She cries out in pain. Ren and Lucien go closer to her. She pulls a dagger and aims at them. "You won't kill me. I will kill you both!" She screams. "Whoa, whoa. Put the dagger away. We don't want to harm you." Ren tries to calm her. "Whatever. That didn't stop any of the other people who have seen me." She cries.

"We want to help." Lucien says, putting his weapon to the side. "Can I at least look at your ankle? I'm a healer of sorts." Lucien asks, calmly. She nods, quietly. Lucien sits in front of her as she moves her foot in front of him. Ren sits his weapons to the side too, also removing the mask to reveal his face. She gasps as she looks at his eyes. His left eye was green and his right blue.

He sits down beside Lucien, who is healing her ankle and using a calming spell. "My name is Ren and this lovely fellow here is Lucien. May we ask your name?" Ren asks, softly. She looks around and sighs. "My name is Kisara. I was a Forsworn until a couple of months ago. I was kicked from my home and tribe. Honestly, that's all you need to know. Thanks for the help, but I must get going before the people from the town find me and try to kill me." She says, standing.

Kisara puts her weapon away and starts walking back toward the camp that is destroyed. Ren and Lucien watch as she stands there and stares at the destroyed camp. "Dammit. Fuck, now what am I gonna do?" She says, turning around noticing they are still there. "Come with us. I promise you will have all the gold and food you could ever need. Plus I still have questions." Ren says. "But the town people will attack me." Kisara says, motioning toward her armor.

Ren whistles and a solid black horse runs toward them and stops at Ren's side. He opens one of the saddle bags and rummages through it. He pulls out some black trousers and grey tunic. He hands them to her. "Sorry, I don't have anything else, but once we get to Whiterun. I can talk to Euroland and get you some armor crafted that will better fit you. I'm sure Ysolda can have you some clothes crafted to fit you too." Ren offers. He turns his back. Lucien blushes and quickly turns his back too.

Kisara quickly changes from her armor to the clothes Ren gave her. They were big on her, but she managed to make them fit. She quickly runs her fingers through her hair and braids it down her back, revealing her ears. She taps both the men on their shoulders, making Lucien jump. They both turn around. Ren smiles when he notices her ears. "I thought you were just a Nord dressed up in Forsworn armor." He admits, with a blush.

"I'm half Bosmer/half Nord. I never knew my parents. Kira, the woman who took care of me, said she found me in the woods. So she took me in. She said fell in love with my red hair and uniquely colored eyes." Kisara explains. "Yes, they favor Ren's but yours are the opposite." Lucien says. Ren removes his hood, revealing his ears too. "I'm half Bosmer/half Nord as well. My parents were killed by the Thalmor when I was a teenager. I was forced to live on my own in the Imperial City." He smiles, sadly. "My mom told me I had a sister, but she was kidnapped as a baby." He explains.

Her eyes widen, maybe they were related somehow. She shakes her head. "Let's get back to the village and I will answer all your questions." She says. "Right, Lucien take her on ahead. I'll meet up with you after I change." Ren says, rummaging through the other saddle bag. "Right, Kisara. This way." Lucien says, walking away from Ren and leading her toward the city.

(To anyone reading this: Would you like more of this little? If so comment and let me know. This was kinda fun to write.)

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elmidol · 5 years ago

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You Never Forget

Three Blind Tooke Part One Resistance is Futile

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Warnings: force choke, long chapter

Three Blind Tooke Part One: Resistance is Futile Chapter Fourteen: You Never Forget

The sultry question: Can you be good for me? The delicious answer: Baby, I’ll be bad.

From the moment he had revealed his plans to use you for his own agenda, you had known that everything would be conducted on his terms. It was not immediately that you were taken from your cell, but instead the following cycle. A stormtrooper escorted you to the general’s personal quarters. The redhead was not present to greet you, and thus you had to endure the ’trooper’s lecherous stare as you showered. It was perverse, indeed; you knew this from the way his breathing altered the moment you were allowed to strip out of your clothes. Every moment you waited for the armored man to take advantage of you, to touch you in some way. He did not.

It was only when you heard the door to the general’s quarters open and the man bark out an order for the stormtrooper to leave that you fully relaxed. You finished showering, dried yourself off with the two towels that were available—one for your hair and the other for your body—and then wrapped one of those towels around your body before stepping out of the refresher. You paused in the doorway, blinking and allowing your gaze to travel up and down the redhead’s body.

In the few times you had seen him, he had never before worn the greatcoat that was slung over his shoulders. His arms were not through the sleeves, instead the limbs were relaxed at his sides. You clutched the towel closer to your body, completely unsure how to react. He looked…you did not dare finish the thought. General Hux stood his ground. You felt him returning your gaze, observing you and your reaction to the sight of him. “And to think I don’t yet have my hat,” he remarked, and you felt your cheeks heat up. “Dress…” His voice trailed off, as though he remembered that he had no name for you. You had nearly supplied him with tooke, yet had held your tongue.

You moved over to the chair that held your new jumpsuit, and pulled on the clothing. As you did so, you could hear General Hux sliding his arms through his sleeves. You eyed him in your peripheral. You were unrestrained. He was unarmed.

His lips quirked into a smirk as though he could read your thoughts. “I should inform you that I bite back.” Unsure whether or not he was being literal, you ducked a bit. You finished dressing. When you turned, you froze completely. He had pulled on his hat. The First Order insignia was standing proud atop his head. Yet the shape of the hat, in a way, complimented his features. “Certainly the members of the Resistance also wear uniforms.”

“Uh…huh…” Your eyes were darting up and down his body. It wasn’t what you had expected. The other members of the First Order had uniforms as well, and you hadn’t batted an eye. It was the way the man carried himself. He looked good, and not only due to the uniform. There was something all the more masculine about him. “I just never thought I would have the urge to refer to a member of the First Order as sir.”

“Are you attempting to make me blush?” he asked with a sort of lilt that had you blushing more deeply. “I cannot help but wonder if you would be so vulnerable to my words had Ren not kept you away from human contact. It seems I underestimate him in that respect. He did know what he was doing…yet let his guard down with you.”

Your blush faded at the mention of the man who was responsible for your current position. The burn to your neck had healed, yet there was still a mark on it. You lowered your gaze to the floor at the thought of it. You wondered if his neck had a scar on it where you had bitten him. Likely not; he would have received the best of care to prevent something like that from occurring. You snapped out of your reverie at the sound of General Hux stepping closer to you. He took your left wrist into his hand, lifting up your arm so that he could inspect the tattoo on your ring finger. Your gaze, meanwhile, drifted down to the name of Ben Solo.

“For the time being you will not be restrained. Should you prove to be unable to handle this privilege, it will be remedied and you will be punished. Is this clear to you?”

“Y…yes.” His eyes were on your face, and he appeared to be waiting. It was a blow to your pride when you realized what he was waiting for. “Sir.”

You followed him out of his quarters. The members of the First Order that you passed by greeted the general with reverence then shot you looks of disgust. Some of them seemed surprised that you were not in restraints. You knew why it was. It was part of your training, for you to learn to be obedient to the general for the sake of appearances. The only reason you did not attempt anything was that you knew the futility of such actions; and he had already admitted that there would be ample chances for you to help the Resistance, albeit in small ways. You would take what you could get, you had decided.

General Hux took you to the bridge of the Finalizer. There was a generous amount of stormtroopers and officers alike. Even if you wanted to try something, you would not be able to succeed. Some eyed you, their hands near their weapons. You wondered if they were set to stun or kill. The redhead quickened his pace a fraction, breaking away from you and approaching another officer. You paused where you were. You watched the general interact with his subordinate then resumed looking around. You had never before been on a vessel this large. Never been on the bridge of a vessel even half this size. It was quite a view, both through the glass of the windows and of the interior itself. The amount of individuals needed to keep the Star Destroyer running up to the highest standards was noteworthy.

A chrome-armored stormtrooper bypassed you. You stared at your reflection in the armor, then startled when the individual addressed the general. A female voice. Your eyebrows rose. True, you could see that there were plenty of females in the First Order from those working on the bridge alone. Yet you had not expected a female stormtrooper, much less one of her rank as captain. You felt as though everything was suddenly surreal when she voiced that Commander Ren was returning to the Star Destroyer. He had been away—for how long, you wondered.

Then you willed away such ponderings, recalling that the general had said the Force user did not care whether you lived or died. You curled both your thumbs towards your ring fingers. Discarded, your mind shot. You momentarily wished that someone would cut off your fingers, or at least skin them around where the tattoos were.

“Prisoner!” General Hux snapped out, as though he were speaking to a subordinate rather than an enemy. You jumped all the same at the authoritative tone. “To me.” As though you were some dog; yet you obeyed, shuffling over to him with your lips pressed into a tight, thin line. He kept you near his side no matter where he walked. The chrome-armored warrior, who held the name of Phasma, also remained nearby. She and the general conversed at random between issuing orders and listening to statistics. Your brain buzzed with all the information, with the multitude of voices. It was more than you had experienced in months. The redhead’s eyes slipped to you. “You may be seated.” He had led you to a chair away from any of the consoles. You lowered yourself onto the seat, rested your elbows on your thighs, and cupped your head in your hands.

“He is likely still speaking with Supreme Leader,” Captain Phasma said when General Hux appeared to check the time. His face was set in a scowl. “We will have the results of his mission shortly.”

It had been a month since you had heard them, yet you recognized the sounds of his footsteps immediately. Hard, as though he wanted nothing more than to strike fear in the hearts of everyone around him. You well knew that he could be perfectly quiet if he wanted to—after all, he had approached you that fateful day without you realizing he was there until he had wanted you to know. The fingers near your hair twitched. You wanted to lower your hands and grip the chair, yet you did not. You remained in the same position as Kylo Ren made his way to Captain Phasma and General Hux. He seemed to ignore you completely.

Just a discarded toy… A replaceable body…

“None were LDS.” Your chest felt hollow yet beyond full at the same time when you heard that modulated voice. His words struck you; they were still hunting the cell, and more of your allies had perished by his hand. “The lead of the former cell, however, has been eliminated.”

“That is just as well,” General Hux stated flatly. Kylo Ren angled his body so that you were not in his line of vision. You had at last dropped your hands and were staring blankly at the black form. “Her training has begun. She should be ready by the time we are to depart.”

“Should she fail to serve her purpose, Snoke has ordered her death.”

“It won’t come to that,” General Hux said, his gaze sliding to you. You swallowed hard, the muscles in your thighs tensing and your legs pressing towards one another. It had been a month since you had been near him. You were waiting—to see his face, to hear his real voice, for him to look at you, for him to acknowledge that you existed beyond the capacity as prisoner of the First Order.

“We shall see.” Kylo Ren broke away from Captain Phasma and General Hux. You watched his robes billowing behind him, swishing with every step.

When he was satisfied with your progress, General Hux ordered a stormtrooper to take you away. You obediently followed, more than a little surprised that you were still unrestrained. Shocked when the cell you were led to was different. A bed. It was a meager thing, yet it had a pillow and a blanket. A toilet—an actual toilet rather than a bucket—in a corner. You climbed onto the bed, curling up and staring at the wall as your escort left. You heard the door being locked, listened as a guard was set up in front of the door to your cell. Waited.

You lifted a hand to your face, your fingers tracing over your lips.

How easy it would have been, to feel relief that Kylo Ren seemed to no longer have an interest in you, if he had been solely cruel. If he had never brought you those little gifts. Had never stated that he kissed you out of respect. Had never been so vulnerable when near you. It was the small part of him that was still the general’s son—and he would deny it, fight tooth and nail to reject these facts—that had you… You squeezed your eyes closed. You did miss him, in small ways.

If given the chance, you would not take back the bite. Instead, you would wish to have successfully killed him. You could have managed missing him if he was dead. Yet it stung, the thought that he was alive without any hope of being saved. The idea that death might be the only way to free him of his identity as Kylo Ren. You could not help but imagine the pained expression on General Organa’s face if ever she had to hear that her son was dead. You doubted she believed the man was beyond salvation. A mother’s hope, a mother’s love.

You sat in your mother’s lap, your arms crossed over your chest and a pout on your face. Though you had declared your hatred of the woman, she only smiled sadly and pulled you closer to her. Your mother wound her arms around you, rested her chin on the top of your head, and dipped her face forward so that she could place a light kiss against you. “Well, I still love you. I’ll always love you, even when you’re a terror.” You wrinkled your nose. In your opinion, it wasn’t your fault. In your opinion, your fit had been completely warranted.

“No. You don’t love me,” you protested. If you were completely honest, you did not believe that at all. But you weren’t being honest; you were being a typical six-year-old who was mad that she did not get her way. Your mother whispered your name, her voice filled with love. You sniffled, feeling tears pricking at your eyes as you tried to deny it so that you could hold onto your indignation, so that you did not have to face that fact that you were the one in the wrong.

“You’re so stubborn sometimes,” she said with a small laugh. Another kiss to the top of your head.

You flipped over onto your back and stared up at the ceiling. The sound of the cell door opening had dragged you away from your thoughts. Those familiar footsteps. The leather of his gloved hand was in your peripheral as he extended his arm. You felt a scraping at your mind, tendrils of pain pushing into you so that you curled up and whimpered. You grabbed at your head, tears leaking out of your eyes.

“The cells must interact with one another…for there to be enough long-distance shooters… Someone to teach others should the two be killed before the trainee has finished being tutored. Who is it?” It felt as though you were being stabbed, knives dragging up and down your skull. “Someone finished your training… Someone who left, and you were to pretend had been killed. Who—?” Your mind had flashed, for an instant, to Ip. “There.” A hum of thought. “There must be another…” The implication made you gag, even as the waves of pain dispersed. Kylo Ren had discovered Ip; he had killed the man. You grit your teeth as you looked up at him and glared.

He ignored your expression, lowering his hand and turning away from you. You twisted up into a sitting position then planted your feet firmly against the ground. You rose, moving to follow, when you felt something pinching your throat closed. You grasped at your neck, clawing at the invisible force that was choking you. Kylo Ren exited your cell, and only then could you properly breathe.

You fell to your knees, bowing your head against the ground and wrapping your arms around yourself as you sobbed. Ip was dead, your mind screamed. He was truly dead now.

When you recovered from crying, you used the toilet, rinsed your hands, and then slipped back into bed. This time you pulled the covers over yourself, the blankets past your head.

Ip slung his bag over his shoulder, his eyes dancing along your face as he turned towards the shuttle that would be taking him away. To train more for the Resistance. “Be good,” he said, giving you a mock salute. You nodded, not trusting your voice. Your throat felt so thick. “Don’t think too much about it. You’ll be fine. You’re one of the best.” You thrust yourself towards him, wrapping your arms around his torso and burying your face in his chest. You could feel snot and tears dripping down your face. You were ugly crying, and you hoped he wouldn’t mind that you were dirtying his shirt. Ip sighed, wrapped an arm around you, and patted your back. “You’ll do fine.”

“I’ll miss you.” Your voice was thick.

Ip patted your back again. “I’ll miss you too, Meep.” It hurt more that the two of you had to put it in your minds that you had each died. A sick game of make-believe to protect the other. “Be good.”

“I will. Be safe.”

“Of course.”

Kylo Ren had killed him, you told yourself again when you woke up. Your eyes ran along his name on your finger. You traced the letters as the door to the cell opened. The boot steps were different. General Hux, you noted. You kept the blanket over your head and waited. The redhead released a noise. You drew down the covers, looking up at him. His eyes swept along your hair, which you did not doubt was messy. He reached forward, smoothing out some of the strands.

“You understand now one of the reasons we have kept you alive?” he asked in a drawl.

“To verify any suspicions you may have,” you croaked, your throat sore from the crying you had done as well as from when Kylo Ren had choked you. General Hux gave a wry smile. “You know I won’t hand over information easily…but if you have a lead…there are ways for you to break down my defenses.”

“You sound so bitter,” he said with mock hurt. He dropped the façade when he pressed on. “You have been behaving rather nicely. Would you like a shower?”

“In exchange for…?”

“More good behavior, naturally.”

“You’re using human acts of kindness as a means for training. A bed. A proper toilet. A shower. If I misbehave, sir, what is it you’ll do to me?”

“That depends, of course, on the severity of the offense. However, as you have likely guessed, such privileges will be taken away. A catheter or bucket. No bed. Restraints. Your current attire is also a privilege.”

“I see… I’ll behave…as much as I did yesterday.”

“That is all I expect,” he stated whilst taking a step backwards to allow you room to rise. As before, you allowed him to escort you without acting out. There was already a fresh set of clothing waiting for you on his chair. You ignored these in favor of entering the refresher. This time, General Hux did not follow you inside. You took a deep breath and waited. He must have heard your hesitance. “Are you wanting an audience?” The humor in his tone caused your cheeks to heat up.

“N-no,” you stuttered then started to strip. You were thankful that he was allowing you some privacy. As he had stated in the past, the two of you had an understanding. He valued good behavior and was rewarding it. You were each knowingly using the other. You could handle that. You showered, and it was the first time you were able to relax so completely. No eyes on you though you did not doubt you were being watched—the general using his ears for the sake of surveillance.

When you were finished, you dried off and walked into the room with the towel still wrapped around you. In the corner of your eye you noticed that he was reading through some reports. The man did not look up as you pulled on the clean jumpsuit. He did, however, mention that there was a hairbrush you could use in the third drawer of the counter in the refresher. You walked there, watching yourself in the mirror as you performed such a normally mundane task. For you, it was everything. You felt almost normal.

General Hux walked into the refresher after a bit, his eyes traveling along you. You stared at his reflection in the mirror. “You shouldn’t over-brush,” he said. You set down the comb, your fingers trailing along its handle. “Come here.” His voice was almost soft, as though he were attempting to get you to drop your guard—yet you knew that wasn’t quite it. You shifted closer to him, turning around when he motioned for you to do so. His hands were fixing your hair, pulling it back and then tying it back with a hairpiece he removed from a drawer. Finished with this task, he removed his hands from you.

You reached back, feeling the way your hair was put up while at the same time looking at it in the mirror. “He killed my mentor.” He blinked a single time. “Do you keep logs of it?”

“The name?”

“Ip…no. Ivun Porl.”

“Ah, the LDS trainer for the cells. Yes, he was killed during Ren’s previous mission. At that time, he was our primary target.”

“Do you intend to refer to me solely as prisoner?” you asked, looking at him. General Hux raised a brow. “For the sake of appearances—I imagine you will use me to appear civil despite your position as my captor, when it comes to political view—it is unwise. I don’t doubt that you’re aware of this. What is it you plan on calling me?”

“I have yet to decide,” General Hux replied. He smiled lazily. “Did you have a preference?”

“No, not really,” you said. “I was just curious.”

“You’ve been known by a number of things, haven’t you?”

“Tooke. Meep. Trainee. Prisoner. Resistance scum. KS”—the last you pronounced as kiss, drawing a look of confusion from the man before you told him it stood for kill-shot, at which point he chuckled—“and a few others. What are you waiting for?”

“To see what name you earn, naturally.” He observed your face for a number of seconds. “How strange—you do seem to miss him. He was your only, is that it?”

“Hmm?”

“Ren. You had never been touched by a man before, had you?” You shook your head. General Hux smirked. “I see. Use your body against you. Force you into a position reliant upon him… A clever strategy. Yet your training is better than that. How many times have you thought about killing me since I brought you here?”

“Less than perhaps I should have,” you admitted. “You’re…interesting. I can see why you’re general. What are you—?” He had worked a small device onto your clothing. You furrowed your brow. “A tracker?”

“You will be allowed access to certain portions of the vessel. A team has already been instructed to watch your every move on the monitors. There are eyes everywhere on the Finalizer. I need you to be able to behave. You need me to allow you such freedom if later you are to assist your pathetic Resistance.” He led you back into his room, where he handed you a small communications device. You could call out only to two preprogrammed lines. “Should you require anything, either I or Lieutenant Mitaka will take care of it. Should this device ring, you are to answer immediately. Otherwise it will be understood that you cannot handle such freedom.”

“Yes…sir.” You winced as you said the latter. General Hux gestured to the door, and you walked over to it and left his personal quarters. You felt nearly overwhelmed at the idea of being able to travel more freely through the First Order Star Destroyer. You paused, which caused the man to literally crash into you. He released a swear, his hands on your lower back as he manipulated you forward a few extra steps so that he could walk. “G-General Hux?” He waited for you to speak. “Wh… Where do I…eat?”

He pinched the bridge of his nose, turning on his heel and gesturing for you to follow with his other hand. You shuffled after him, your heart hammering in your chest. “The crew is aware that you shall not be harmed, save for in retaliation should you choose to act foolishly. If, however, there is anything you find questionable, you may bring it to the attention of myself, Lieutenant Mitaka, Captain Phasma, or Ren.”

You frowned when he spoke the last name, yet said nothing in protest. If it came down to it and you were being harassed by the officers or ‘troopers, you would not cut your nose to spite your face. General Hux and you entered the cafeteria, where a number of personnel were eating. Kylo Ren was present, a tray of food in his hand. He turned then paused, having noticed you. The redhead nodded in his direction.

“She needs to be fed,” he said simply before turning. Your hand shot out before you could stop it, your fingers wrapping around his. General Hux stopped, attempting to pry your hand from his. “Release it!” As though you were a dog…and he seemed to be more of a cat person, if you had to categorize him. Kylo Ren’s visor was pointed where your limb was connected with the redhead’s.

“I…” You stared at the man, who had at last ceased his attempts to remove your hand from his. His gaze flickered over to Kylo Ren, who still had not looked away from your hand in the general’s, and then back to your face. You felt dizzy. It had been a month since you had been reliant upon Kylo Ren for anything. It wasn’t a position you wanted to be in again. “C-couldn’t you, sir?” Because, if you were one-hundred percent honest with yourself, being so close to Kylo Ren when he wasn’t prying through your memories made you think of his lips on yours. Of the way he had seemed to cry when you had told him you would rather die than be with him. And that hadn’t exactly changed. “I…I’ll be quick.”

“Let go of my hand,” General Hux said evenly. You obeyed—by slipping your limb up to his wrist instead. The redhead scowled. And Kylo Ren was still staring.

General Hux, you discovered in that moment, was a rather patient individual. His nostrils flared as he released a sigh through his nose, and he moved to walk towards the food line. You, clutching his wrist still, obediently followed after him. All the while you could feel Kylo Ren’s gaze on you. As though he was curious regarding the way you had latched onto the First Order officer. You spared him little thought, your focus instead on the food that was being served up. Your stomach was making small noises that you believed would grow in volume. With his free hand, the general lifted up a tray. This he handed to you, which you accepted without relinquishing your hold on his wrist.

The eyes of everyone in the room were on you. It made plenty of sense. You were a prisoner, the redhead was the General of the First Order. And here you were latched onto him. You knew well why you had grabbed him without a second thought, and perhaps he did as well. He was the first to not subject you to any sort of sexual indecency while observing you shower. The first to show you some level of respect, to acknowledge your abilities and also be upfront with his desire to use you. He also had the foresight to acknowledge that some of his men would be tempted to harm you in some form despite orders to do otherwise. He had more than earned your respect, even if he was your enemy and the two of you were ready to kill one another without a second thought should it come down to that. Yet he had meant to pass you to Kylo Ren, who was in many senses your weakness. You weren’t ready to be so close to the Force user, not in that manner.

General Hux scooped up some food, plopped it onto your plate, and nudged you further down the line. He was choosing only what appeared appealing. When it came to what you would drink, he waited for you to choose. You lifted up a carton of milk, set it on your tray, and tightened your grip on his wrist. You did not want to explore the ship, to be at the mercy of his crew. True, you had the communications device. But that would do you no good if you were attacked.

Kylo Ren had disappeared from the cafeteria. You looked at the spot he had been standing before allowing your gaze to travel back to General Hux’s face. The redhead was once more scowling. It was apparent that he had been intending on leaving you with the Knight for the time being. This plan no longer available to him, he looked directly at you. “Do not spill. Carry your tray, and don’t dawdle.” His eyes darted down to your hand, and it was then that you at last relinquished your hold. He turned sharply on his heel and started to walk away. You held your tray with both hands while shuffling forward to keep up with him.

It was surreal, not being chained. Walking through the vessel without looking for an escape route. The truth of the matter was, judging by the things he had said up to that point, you would be arriving on a planet once he was certain he could use you. Likely in neutral territory. He would appear to be weaker than he was, that his military’s might was nothing as formidable as reality would indicate otherwise. To have you as his prisoner whilst appearing to be being treated fairly, that would only play into the charade. You, meanwhile, would thus be given a chance to do something. If any Resistance sympathizers were present, they could send a message to a base regarding the fact that you were still alive. Countermeasures could then be taken against anything the First Order may have pulled from your mind. It was the least you could do for the cause. Even if it meant momentarily submitting to the tyranny of the First Order.

Upon arriving at the bridge, General Hux had you sit on a chair that was tucked away in a corner so that you could eat. You did so without saying a word to any of the crew. You could feel eyes darting to you on occasion. Sometimes when you felt as though you were being watched, you would look up to find the red haired general considering you. As though, despite the fact that he had complimented you for it, it was your patience and temporary obedience that were impressing him.

At lunch, he had your food brought to you along with his own meal. Dinner was served similarly, and it struck you that the man was a workaholic. It said much for him; that he was dedicated to his cause, willing to put in the hours. In many ways this reminded you of General Organa. You wondered if your observations would be met with disgust should you voice them—not that you ever would. When the day cycle ended, General Hux personally escorted you back to your cell. The gesture was not lost on you. He had the guard outside of the door open your cell. You waited in the doorway, tilting your head to the side and sliding your gaze to the general.

“Would it be impolite if I didn’t ask you inside?” His lips twitched, as though he were tempted to either smile or chuckle at your joke, yet he managed to regain control before either happened. “Should I return this?” You withdrew the commlink from its spot in your front pocket, offering it to the man. He stared for a moment before wrapping his fingers around it. General Hux turned it back and forth in his hand. He then handed it back to you, and you pocketed it. “It really will benefit you, keeping me alive.”

“It will, for the time being.” You nodded, uttered out a Goodnight, general, and moved into your cell. The door was not closed immediately. You endured his stare as you walked to the center of the room. It was small in many respects, yet more than what some people had. “You will not be able to shadow me tomorrow.”

“Then may I remain here?” you asked. General Hux did not answer immediately. He was watching you, blinking twice and considering you before at last nodding. “Thank you.” Another nod, and then he turned around and left. You watched your cell door closed, breathed a sigh of relief, and moved over to the toilet, which you desperately needed to use.

It was longer than a single day that you did not see him. On the second day, Captain Phasma made an appearance long enough to take you to a refresher for a shower. You were returned to your cell after declining once more to venture around the Finalizer on your own. You were not oblivious to the looks of disgust and hatred you received from the crew, and nor were any of the triumvirate that seemed to run things in the First Order. On the third day, you also remained in your cell. The night of the fourth, however, a stormtrooper entered and informed you that General Hux requested your presence. You hesitated in your spot on the bed, eyeing him with your heart racing. Was it a trick? You fingered the communications device that was in your pocket.

Apparently noticing this, the stormtrooper shifted uncomfortably. As though he had never seen the battlefield. You sighed, recognizing him for the newbie that he was. Should you question him openly, he would possibly receive punishment. You stood, and the ‘trooper relaxed his shoulders while walking out of your cell. You joined him, allowing him to escort you to the redhead’s personal quarters. He did not, however, enter with you. He presumably left once you were in the man’s room.

General Hux was seated on his bed, datapad in his hands and a holochess board set up. He gestured towards the refresher, muttering that you could use it while he finished a few tasks. You took him up on the offer, shaving and spending a little extra time in the shower before at last moving out of it. You dried off, took out the hairbrush he had available to you, and watched your reflection while running the comb through your hair. You seized up a hair tie, pulling your hair back in a similar manner to how General Hux had put it a few days before.

You walked into his room, pausing upon discovering the clothes that had been brought were different now. Not a mere jumpsuit. A black tanktop and shorts. Actual pajamas. You pulled on the clothes and then walked over to the bed. You paused at its edge. General Hux set aside his datapad. “You may pull up a chair, or sit on the end if you feel comfortable.” There was something so in-control and disciplined about him that was in contrast to Kylo Ren. Not that the Force user didn’t know discipline; he was just a little more unrestrained in certain respects. You climbed onto the bed, crossing one leg under you and allowing your other to dangle over the side of the mattress. General Hux set the board between the two of you. You stared at it prior to making the first move.

Neither of you said a word to the other as you played. Not well-versed in holochess, you were not surprised when you lost. “You’re accustomed to sitting quietly,” General Hux stated as he started to set up the board again.

You readjusted yourself, bringing your other foot onto the bed and sitting cross-legged. “He never gave me anything to do. It’s fine. I expect it from my enemy.”

“There are things you don’t expect from your enemy?” You frowned at the amusement in his voice. General Hux took his turn first this time. “You are aware that war crimes occur everyday, aren’t you?” You rethought the way Kylo Ren had treated you.

“Maybe…” You ran your tongue along your lips. “Perhaps I should have indulged physically.”

“Had sex, you mean?” he asked, watching as you made your move then countering it with one of his own. You nodded. “You’ve only ever had a single man touch you…your enemy.” A chuckle.

“I don’t know if I expected sympathy from you at all,” you said without a trace of bitterness. “You’re my enemy as well.” A grunt from the redhead. “Yet you don’t mind my company.”

“And you don’t appear to mind mine,” General Hux responded as he made the move that finished the game. Another victory to him, although this time it had been closer. “You do poorly at this.”

“At holochess, or conversing with you?” He replied that it was the former, a sardonic smile on his face. You pulled at the hem of your tanktop, observing the man as he put away the game. “I’m to be escorted back to my cell now, correct?” He nodded a single time. “Goodnight, general.”

“Goodnight,” he said after a moment’s hesitation. You rose from the bed, leaving with the stormtrooper who had come to escort you back. You used the toilet, washed your hands and then brushed your teeth with the toothbrush that had been provided to you at last, and finally climbed under the covers of your bed. You traced over the letters of Kylo Ren’s name on your finger. It was how you had fallen asleep for the past few days.

In his own way, Kylo Ren had seemed to care for you, even if only a little. He had known some of your innermost thoughts, the ones you hid from the world. And he had never appeared to mock you for them.

You thought back to when he had remembered your favorite flavor of hot chocolate. Something so mundane. Why would he have remembered something like that, you wondered. You brought your finger to your lips and placed a light kiss against his name.

If given the chance, you would kill him. If given the chance, you were more than willing to kill General Hux as well. Yet the latter was your means for helping the Resistance. You closed your eyes and dreamed of a robed man in a mask. He sat in a chair, hunched over, whispering words you couldn’t understand to a charred relic on a table.

The following evening you were brought once more to General Hux’s personal quarters. You showered, put your hair up, and dressed in fresh clothing. This time he had out sabacc, which you were more well versed in. You won two out of the three games, prompting the man to pay you a small compliment regarding your skills. Rather than have you taken back to your cell, he instead removed his boots and shirt. You glanced along his undershirt down to his toes. He pulled out a bottle of brandy and two glasses. You accepted the glass he handed to you, watched him pour some of the drink into both cups, and then the man sat back on the bed.

You lifted the rim of the cup to your nose, inhaling the smell while General Hux swirled his glass a bit. He was paying close attention to your every move. You took a sip of the drink, and he mimicked your action.

“You’re terrified to wander my ship alone.”

“Mm. That will look bad if it’s questioned. Being allowed such freedom, rejecting it,” you muttered, thinking in the political sense. “Am I supposed to pretend I’m some sort of guest? That’s what Ren said, that I was his guest.”

“You were,” General Hux said before taking another hit. As he lowered his cup, he licked his lips and then spoke again. “You have always been a prisoner, however you were also his guest.” You released a light hum, considering what had just been said. You supposed, in some senses, it was true. “It’s quite similar to the way you are currently my guest.” Your eyes wandered about the room. His personal quarters, you reminded yourself. It was probably quite a privilege to be allowed inside. Intimate in some ways.

“He raped me. It isn’t something you would do to a guest,” you said with a sigh. You threw back the remainder of your drink, your eyes watering in the corners. “We technically had sex more than once, but it was mostly rape.” The man across from you did not respond. You met his eye, finding his stare to be rather passive. “He’s the only man to have had sex with me. Technically I was touched by others, fondled by the stormtroopers…groped… They waterboarded me when they didn’t get a reaction. I don’t understand the appeal of that.”

“Of their touches or their penchant for waterboarding?”

“The latter,” you replied, relinquishing your glass to the redhead when he reached for it. He set it aside along with his own and the bottle of brandy. “Do you get off with such things?”

“Corporal punishment is more to my liking.” You felt your cheeks heating up, blushing deeper when your natural reaction caused a smile to grace his face. “You have different preferences, I take it.”

“I… Before Kylo Ren… I had never even touched myself.” His eyebrows rose, his eyes darting up and down your body. It was your turn to smile. “He latched onto it when he was in my head. I had been told when I was younger that it wasn’t something…to do. I hardly got the urge, and when I did I was embarrassed because of what I had been told. So I never did it.”

“What did it feel like—cumming for the first time?” he asked. It wasn’t cruel, the way he posed the question. More like pure curiosity, and so you decided to humor him.

“It was…embarrassing. Intense. It felt good in some ways, but I hated it. I wanted to cry. I think I did cry. He’s my enemy, and he… It hurt a lot, because earlier he had used his… his abilities with the Force to… I was made to impale myself on…the…his weapon.”

“His lightsaber?” You nodded, feeling tears prick at your eyes at the memory. You were embarrassed, and a large part of you was wondering why you were telling him this. It wasn’t as though he was an ally of yours. “Was it with the lightsaber that he made you cum?”

“No… No, he used his hand… That was the first time he called me tooke.” You fought the urge to brush away your tears, to bring more attention to them. “He wasn’t even… He didn’t even get aroused from it! It was all a stupid game, and then suddenly…the next time… Because he figured out who I was…. But that first time, he wasn’t even aroused. That’s what it was like. Embarrassing. Physically it felt good, but I hated it.” You hiccupped, brought your knees up to yourself, and cried into them.

The general of the First Order did not touch you or say anything while you cried. It did not insult you when he picked up his datapad and started sifting through reports. On the contrary, you were almost thankful for it. When at last your sobbing lessened, you heard him rise from the bed. General Hux pulled his boots and shirt back on then scooped you up into his arms. You kept a hand over your face as he carried you back to your cell. He set you on the bed, drew the blankets up over you, and exited.

At the beginning of the day cycle, the same stormtrooper that had first brought you to General Hux’s quarters entered with a tray of food. He set it up on a small foldout table he brought it. You sat up on the bed. “What’s this?”

“B-breakfast.” He sounded as confused as you felt.

You winced. “I mean… Am I not allowed out of the cell today?”

“You are… I was told that you haven’t been…”

“Are…are you allowed to escort me?” He nodded a single time. “After I eat…would you?”

“Yes. General Hux has informed me that I am to follow your requests—within regulation.”

It was the first time you were able to walk through the Finalizer without fear of being attacked by the officers. Your hand was always on the commlink in your pocket, and the stormtrooper at your side. You saw his face at lunch, when he removed his helmet for the purpose of eating. He looked so young, or at least younger than you. This made it all the easier for you to accept his presence during the day. The next day was similar, though it ended with you visiting General Hux in his personal quarters.

As usual, you showered, dressed, and climbed atop the man’s bed. He went into the refresher, taking a shower as well. When General Hux exited the refresher, he had dried his hair and pulled on a pair of sweat pants. He wasn’t letting his guard down, you knew. You believed him when he had said that he was willing to bite back. The redhead grabbed out of the bottle of brandy whilst asking if you wanted to play sabacc or holochess. You accepted the glass he handed to you, and sighed.

“The first time he… He used his power to make me fuck him the first time. I wasn’t in control of my own body. I only remember pieces of it,” you said. General Hux downed his first glass and poured himself another. He likely knew that you were not looking for sympathy; you merely needed to tell someone, to speak aloud of the experience. “It definitely wasn’t what I expected my first time to be like. Did you have anything like that?”

“I’ve never had sex with Ren.” You snorted when you laughed, which caused the man across from you to smile in humor. “There was some awkward fumbling on my part during my first time. It was, however, overall enjoyable.”

“Have you ever raped anyone though?”

“Do you believe all men have raped?”

“I don’t know. Part of me says no. But then…people are capable of anything.”

“I have overseen sexual tortures in the past. It is rare that such things occur in my presence, however. Kylo Ren is more than sufficient when it comes to extracting information when other methods fail.” You finally started to drink. General Hux refilled your glass when you emptied it the first time. “It hasn’t only been women, the victims of such torture.”

“I don’t know if that’s comforting or not.” You nodded in the direction of the holochess. “We can play that.”

General Hux stood long enough to put away the bottle of brandy and bring the board over. He allowed you to go first. Having learned a little from your previous games with him, you were able to gain an advantage. That, however, did not lead to victory for you. You lost in the end, yet the man’s comment on your improvement seemed like a small win.

“You’re a rather fast learner,” he said. You hesitated, knowing he was speaking in broad senses, including your ability on the battlefield. “Don’t be modest; I have seen your abilities, or have otherwise read of them. I am simply stating a fact.”

“I suppose,” you conceded. You watched him put away the holochess set. It was getting late, and you knew you would soon be sent back to your cell. “General Hux?”

“Yes?”

“You still don’t have a name for me.” He knit his brow, his gaze sweeping along you as you stood from the bed. You made no move to approach him, simply stood there holding onto your right arm with your left hand. “How long until we depart the Finalizer?”

“Nine days more.” Now you did take a step closer to him, hesitant in case he became defensive. He did straighten a little, however did not do or say anything to discourage the next step you took. He dipped his chin when you closed the distance between the two of you completely. “You will have a name by then.”

“Use my surname. Or a prisoner number. Both are appropriate and won’t be frowned upon.” He said nothing, perhaps distracted by the fact that you had lifted a hand and touched the side of his face. “Goodnight, general.” You lowered your hand to your side, looking towards the door and waiting for the stormtrooper that would escort you back to your cell.

“He broke you.”

“What?” You choked on the word when it nearly caught in your throat.

“You have a hard time believing this is real. That you are away from him. That you are speaking with someone else. You’re so…broken.” A strangled noise of disagreement from the man who had spoken those words. “How you manage to continue to fight…perhaps you’re not quite broken. You’re compromised.” You bowed your head and stared at the ground. “Goodnight, KS.” You blinked at his words. Goodnight kiss. You moved up on your toes and pressed your mouth to him. His hands caught your upper arms, the man lightly pushing you back to your feet. “Kill-shot.” You found yourself blushing in his presence again. “Perhaps I will have to choose something different.” He ran his tongue along his lips, and you did likewise. His hands, still on your arms, did nothing to prevent you from raising yourself again, from placing a kiss on his mouth. His eyelids were half-closed, the man watching you without reacting. You reached up, cupping his face. His lips were soft. So welcoming, even if they weren’t moving against yours.

“Goodnight, general,” you whispered, your breath washing over his lips before you kissed him again. You kissed lower, this time just before his lips. Then on his chin. His neck, his chest. Trailing down until you were on your knees, your hands at the hem of his pants. He caught your wrists. You squeezed your eyes closed, opening them the moment you felt him kneeling with his knees on either side of yours. Your wrists were still in his hands. You searched his face, at the passive, guarded expression he wore.

General Hux lowered his mouth onto yours, his tongue flicking out and tracing along your lips. You permitted him entrance, feeling him exploring you and starting to run your tongue along his in return. His grip on your wrist tightened a little as he pulled back, breaking the kiss. You both licked your lips again, looking at one another. “Goodnight, tooka.” It was similar in sound to what Kylo Ren called you, yet so different when it came down to it. General Hux truly was a fan of felines. He released your wrists, placed a hand on your cheek, and stood. The man dropped his hand away from you, and you rose as well.

The next day, as you wandered the ship with your unofficial stormtrooper friend—at least, the closest thing you would get to one given that they were all your enemies—you froze at the sight of Kylo Ren. His back was to you, and he was again staring up at the stars. The stormtrooper tensed up as well. You touched your ring finger, the tattoo there. The feel of Kylo Ren’s kisses went through your mind. The feel of General Hux’s mouth on yours. The differences, the similarities. You bit down on your lip and carried on, leaving Kylo Ren alone to his thoughts.

General Hux’s word rang through your mind. You realized well that a part of you would not be able to push aside your feelings for Kylo Ren. When you were younger, you had been told that no one forgot their first.

Yet Kylo Ren was the last thing on your mind that evening when you entered the redhead’s personal quarters. “You…you have a cat.” The orange tabby was curled up in his lap. General Hux quirked a brow, stroking the feline’s head.

“Good evening to you as well,” he said.

“I… There was no litterbox…”

“She was receiving her vaccinations and then under observation while I worked.” You stared at the creature with wide eyes. Your heart was hammering your chest. Evil wasn’t supposed to do timid or cute. Yet Kylo Ren cried and spoke to the helmet of his deceased grandfather. General Hux had a cat. “Are you going to shower, or…?”

“Huh? Oh…y…yeah.” You ducked into the refresher, your mind spinning. You finished your shower quickly, dried off, tied back your hair, and nearly raced back into his bedroom. You dressed and climbed onto his bed. His cat, purring, lazily looked your way. “Wh…what’s…uh…”

“Her name is Millicent,” General Hux said, scratching underneath her chin. You reached for the cat, who sniffed your fingertips with some curiosity. She allowed you to pet her. “Now—“ Your mouth slammed atop his, your hand leaving the cat as you grabbed both of his shoulders. Millicent squirmed off her master’s lap, moving over to another part of the bed. His lap now free, you wasted no time in straddling him. His hands were in your hair, ripping out the hair tie, although not painfully. You ground against him, and suddenly he was turning you over and setting you down on the bed whilst breaking away from you. “Don’t be crude.”

“Wh-what?” You felt as though your world was spinning. “Don’t…what?” He ran a hand down the length of his face then set the limb on your hip. “I just…”

“You needn’t be overtly sexual.” General Hux moved back onto the bed with you. This time when you climbed onto his lap, you did not rock against him. You kissed him a little more gently, enjoying the feel of him doing the same. He moved to kiss your cheek. “You saw him, didn’t you?”

“Hm?”

“Ren. You saw Ren…” You did not respond, yet your silence seemed to be enough. The kisses ceased. The redhead pulled back and looked you in the eye. “Neither of us is pretending this is more than it is. There is no love.”

“But…a certain…respect…”

“Yes, tooka.”

“So it doesn’t have to be sex.”

“No.” You relaxed, releasing a breath you had not realized you were holding. “Would you like to play holochess or sabacc?” You looked instead towards the cat, who was kneading the bed. “Very well. You may play with Millicent until it is time to retire for the night.”

[I remember December, after November, The most silent month of all. I reminisce the kiss, after your fits, And still wait for your call.]

#kylo ren x reader #three blind tooke #kylo ren smut #kylo ren imagine #kylo x reader #resistance is futile #elmidolfanfic

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hocenimlatine · 5 years ago

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Happy Thanksgiving! Here’s a chapter from my completed series Knight of the Night that I started as @sithlordintraining

KNIGHT OF THE NIGHT (Modern AU/Vigilante AU)

Matt Organa-Solo, a 21-year old psychology student at Academia: University of First Order. He was the only child of Senator Leia Organa-Solo and Retired Chief of Police Han Organa-Solo. It was a problematic community, but not as terrible as some other towns and colleges. But somehow, he always found himself always somehow saving one someone, literally. After a crazy night, will Matt dare venture to become the hero this place needs?

Matt the Technician x Black Reader

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The leaves crunched beneath the Doc Martens owned by Y/N and Matt. Matt turned to give her a soft smile, which was gifted with a joyful laugh. Over the past few weeks, the pair were growing closer; dare to say even dating. Of course, nothing was stated that this was true nor sealed with a kiss. But, it was their actions that made it all too clear. Matt was always meeting up with you, getting you food and drinks; and you were always making him happy, showing him new things and places, and just being super cute, the both of them. The cafe’s bell rung out as Matt held the door open for her. Sliding into the booth, Matt sat across from her and watched her remove her scarf. (Y/e/c) eyes sparkled at him. “Your nose is red.” Y/N smiled at him. “URGH!” He let out loud and dramatically dropped his head down. He heard the giggle escape your lips before hands threaded to his blond locks. His chocolate eyes peered over his gold rims as he sniffled. A pout fell on her glossed lips. Matt had a little cold and hadn’t really been able to hang out. Also, it could be because he didn’t wear the appropriate clothing as Kylo Ren. But, he couldn’t help it. You were a very outgoing girl and he had to ensure your safety even if you didn’t want it.

Midway through their meal, Matt noticed the shrug of her shoulders. “Why are you nervous?” He asked as her fork hit the plate. “Am not!” She chuckled. Two fingers pressed against tense shoulders, they fell down and Matt’s eyes crinkled as he saw your embarrassed face. “You know you can tell me anything.” He said holding your stare. You sat on your hands, focusing on keeping your shoulders still. “Are your parents coming back for Thanksgiving?” She asked. Matt shook his head no; “My dad is going to be in Panama with my Uncles, to celebrate their independence day; and my mom will probably be at some summit on the other side of the world.” He said unbothered and that bothered you. “Would you like to, possibly, come to Thanksgiving with my family?” Matt was taken aback. This was a big step in your relationship that wasn’t a relationship. “Yo-you don’t have to do that Y/N.” His fingers ran through his hair. “No Matt, I want you to come.” Your smile was so pressuring he didn’t want to disappoint you, but he didn’t want to feel like a burden and the Knights. “Y/N, I-I, I’m sorry I can’t impose like that.” He stammered. “You won’t!” Your hands wrapped around his larger one. “My parents always tell me I should invite more friends over and I can’t invite Phasma over because of Finn. And Rey is not allowed, that’s another story for another time; I hope this doesn’t seem like the process of elimination because I really want you there with me.” Biting your lip, your eyes were focused on him. “I’ll try and make it.” He fixed his glasses and that answer seemed to satisfy you. He knew Nassar had a family and would want to go away even if he didn’t say anything; Olcan was getting better, but he couldn’t leave him alone. So maybe, it was time to recruit more Knights.

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In less than 24 hours that the Knights of Ren had posted about “Looking for the next Knight”, it became America’s Next Crime Fighter. From videos, pictures, resumes, fanfictions, and essays pertaining to why they should be the next Knight. It was absolutely ridiculous! Matt knew he should entrust the help of his others but to be perfectly honest they were strangers with good intentions, but he felt more comfortable choosing because he was the one who initiated this. Not to mention the one candidate who caught him by surprise. The position was chosen: A young jokester from the South, who Matt had seen plenty of times. He was a nice kid that was misunderstood; on scholarship, an orphan with a good heart who was, sadly, still teased for his southern twang and dreary clothes. But that never seemed to break his merry spirits, although sometimes his anger would get the best of him. Matt understood this and was quick to take him under his wing, fitting very well into the Knights and gaining the name Lorcan Ren. Things were looking pretty well, Matt had definitely RSVP’d to the family dinner.

He had agreed to come to Thanksgiving, that had Y/N just bursting at the seams. It might’ve been fall, but your smile made each day warmer, or that could’ve been global warming. And seeing your smile just made him happy, the happiest he has ever been in probably like ever! But there was still a little problem that followed him. As Kylo, there was this one pest that continued to bother the Knights even after the fact they’ve been denied an invitation to the knights. It was late and the bass could be felt all around Phasma; it was hot, people were sticking to each other and she had to pee. Stumbling in her 5-inch heels, she made her way to the ladies room only to see a line. She rolled her eyes and made her way to the back exit. She propped the door open to gain access from the empty alleyway, or so she thought. “Aye, pretty girl!” A voice made Phasma jumped. She sucked her teeth as she felt the warm liquid slide down her knee. Turning, two slightly shorter guys began to approach her with a sinister smile. “Why are you out here alone?” One of the guys asked. Her face twisted up: “What?” The two boys laughed and began saying something in a different language. Rolling her eyes she started to make her way back to the club before one of them grabbed her. She brushed him off, just to have the two them grab her. With ice-cold blue eyes, she stared at them.

Kylo drove down the dark alleyway to see two men attacking a woman. He hopped off the bike and snuck behind one of the men, twisting his arm and shoving him on the wall. “What type of man are you?” The vocoder vibrated against the man’s ear. “No, no, no,” The man pleaded. “You got the wron-AHH!” He yelled as he was thrown to the ground. He turned to see the other man in a headlock. “No we called you, we need help she’s trying to kill us!” He squealed as the blonde held him tighter. “He made me pee myself!” Her words slurred a little. Though the mask, Matt watched as Phasma completely destroyed the other guy. Phasma let the unconscious man fall to the ground as her chest heaved. The masked man just stared at the woman. “Now are you going to let me be a Knight?” She asked. “N-No, I cannot.” Matt couldn’t put Phasma in harm, not just because of Phasma, but he could only imagine what Hux would do to him if he found out that he was putting her in danger. “Is this because I’m a fucking girl?” Her accent was thick. “Because if so that’s complete bullshit! Before you came, I was taking them both down, with fucking heels that hurt like a cunt!” Phasma continued her rant and he knew there was no winning with that. “Fine.” Phasma almost missed the approval due to the static of the mask. Her red drunk face lit up: “Really?” She began to make her way to hug the Knight, who was taken aback. Phasma wasn’t a hugger and honestly, this was probably the first time she was hugging him. “You won’t be a Knight, but I have something for you.”

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The Captain; that’s what he called Phasma. Gave her a silver helmet to find her at any given moment. She was quite aggressive, so he let her run practice along with Nassar. They instantly clicked maybe because they both came from military families and knew how everything ran. Matt thought it would be great to send her out to the women who contacted them; he thought she would kill him for typecasting her but she enjoyed being a “feminist hero” while not dressing like Wonder Woman, yet still being shiny. A laugh rumbled through Matt’s chest as he thought about it as he waited outside the door to your family’s home. The door opened to show two identical boys looking at him; Matt blinked behind his glasses not knowing what to say. “Uh...Hi, I’m Matt, I’m a,” He cleared his throat. “Y/N’s friend.” The boys’ face lit up. “Ohhhh! Okay, come in, man.” They pulled him in. The scent of food filled his nostrils and music mixed with the voices of children hit his ears. It was just an environment that he had never been in. He was the only child in his entire family; the only companion he ever had was a brown Tibetan Mastiff named Chewbacca, but even that gift for him chose to side with his father. Matt walked into the room, feeling all out of place in the warm-hearted house. “Hey, man!” The familiar voice pulled him out of his daze. He turned to see Finn and four other guys approach him. “This is Matt.” Finn nodded towards him and the three behind him expression changed quickly. Before he could actually read all of them, his name was being called. “MATT!” Your cheery voice alerted them all as you descended the stairs.

He couldn’t help but admire how beautiful you looked. You always looked beautiful, but he guessed being in a comfortable environment. He thought it was his mind making you move in slow motion, but he didn’t see you helping two little babies down the stairs. “Say hi to Matt!” You told the two toddlers, who opted to wave shyly and run away. “Hi Matt,” Y/N smiled up at him and the blush quickly took over his face. She then turned to the boys and gave them evil eyes. “You guys better have been nice to him.” To his surprise, they cowered back in fear. His lips tugged up but he did his best to keep it under wraps. “Um, I-I brought something.” He raised the black bag. “Oh okay, let’s take it to the kitchen.” Matt followed behind you like a lost puppy as he got some looks from your family members. “Mom, Dad, this is Matt,” He turned to see your parents and you were the perfect mix. “Another wh-,” Your dad whispered gaining a smack from your mom. “It’s lovely to have you, Matt. Is it short for Matthew?” Matt shook his head. “Matthias,” Matt nodded. “Aw, that’s nice and different.” Her mother smiled. “You brought something?” Y/N nudged him and he handed over the black bag. Your father was quick to take it and reveal the brown liquid. A nice smirk fell on his lips as he peered at the large bottle of Jack Daniels. His neck was red hoping your father wouldn’t be offended; this was the drink his Uncle Lando brought over all the time. “Good job, boy.” Your father chuckled calling over your Uncles and cousins over for a drink. A wave of relief hit him until you wrapped your fingers around his hand and introduced him to everyone.

Matt doesn’t know how he found himself surrounded by your brothers, cousins, and Finn. But there he was with a drink in hand listening to west coast rap. “Man, he goes to Berkeley and now he swears he from Cali.” One of your cousin jokes. Matt wasn’t really paying attention. He was too busy looking at all the pictures of you and your family, and pictures that stretched back generations. He took in how your cousins and brothers were all unique but got along so well. He also notices that you were practically the middle grandchild; all the boys were older than you, Finn is just three years older than you and then everyone younger than you were all girls, the oldest being 11. His brown eyes couldn’t help but follow you around as you interact with your family and he couldn’t stop his heart from beating faster. “Ay man,” Your brother nudged him out of his daze. “Come to the store with us.” It was more of a command than a question. Matt nodded getting up and following all the boys out the side door. “Hey!” They all froze from the sound of your voice. Even though you were the princess of your family and it was their job to protect you, he could tell they were very much scared of you. “Where are you going?” “To the store.” Her cousin quipped. But, her (y/e/c) eyes were on Matt. “Where are you going?” She inquired. “Um...I wa-was going to the stor-” He stammered before Finn slung an arm around him. “Relax Y/N, we’ll bring your boyfriend back in one piece.” He teased, leaving you quite embarrassed.

Every time a door opened, Y/N’s eyes would wander over, until eventually, the hoard of boys shuffled in. Matt followed behind them, but even with the glasses shielding his eyes, she could make out the glossy, pink orbs that matched his blush. He soon shuffled to the couch to sit next to you. “I didn’t know what going to the store meant.” He laughed into your shoulder, which gained a couple of laughs. “Well, now you know.” You told him. “Are we going to eat soon, I’m hungry.” He whispered. “Lucky for you, we had to wait for you guys to get back.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “Are you mad at me?” He asked and you shook your head no. A dopey smile fell on his lips. “You’re so sweet!” You chuckled and pulled him up from the couch. “Come on, let’s say grace.” Y/N made sure to be far from the other boys so they would be caught joking while Grandma said grace. Technically, Matt and she weren’t together, but she wanted him to make a good impression because hopefully, one day, she would or he would gain the confidence to actually define what their relationship was. Dinner was great, he surprisingly held his own and your Aunts liked that he had a large appetite, your big cousins and brothers strangely enjoyed him too, your little cousins thought he was nice because he played with them, your Uncles and Dad liked him because he knew how to play spades (thanks to Uncle Lando!), and your mom just thought: “He’s the one!” You really DID NOT want to hear that, because you really didn’t want to admit to anyone, even yourself that you felt something really strong for him. But, you would try to keep your mother’s intuition in the back of her head.

Matt stood outside checking the status of the Knights and the General, he chuckled at the name. So far everything was good and there were no messages. The door slid open causing him to turn around and see you. “Hi,” You whispered. “Hi,” He smiled. You walked over to him on the deck. “Did you have a good time?” Y/N asked. “Good? Y/N this was the best Thanksgiving I ever had.” He did the boyish smile that made your heart flutter and you were giddy. “I’m glad it was Matthias.” You cooed. “Hey, my mom was very religious when she was pregnant with me!” He raised his hands up. You laughed: “No, no, I like it it’s cute and different, not basic like Matthew.” You smiled up at him. Silence filled the space between them as the voice of Whitney Houston faintly played in the background. “I’m really glad you invited me.” Matt smiled. “Anytime,” You looked down quickly so he couldn’t see your blushing smile. Matt turned to see your family so entertained in whatever was going in the living room and he realized this is the first time the pair was alone. He placed his right hand on your waist, causing you to jump. “Um...sor- do you want to dance?” A blush was spreading from the tip of his nose to the back of his neck. “Yes,” You whispered at placed your hand in his and began to sway. Your mother was telling off your father about something when she stopped: “Look!” She pointed at the two kids dancing alone at the deck. “Uh-uh.” Your father shook his head and your mother hit him, before smiling at the sight of her happy daughter.

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sithlordintraining · 6 years ago

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Sugar X

A/N: I’m thinking about coming back to Tumblr, but that’s only because I’ve had a better year than last year lmao. THIS CHAPTER IS FROM KYLO'S POV!!!!

Sugar Masterlist

Summary: You’re just a girl who wants to have fun(d$) and live life and not have to worry about the stupid galactic war. Even though you are a school teacher for the Resistance, it doesn’t hurt to be a little bad sometimes.

“ The Good” - NSFW

I walked down the hall completely in thought. I was overthinking this situation too much, I’m Kylo Ren for Sith’s sake! I shouldn’t be so hung up over some girl. She’s not just some girl, she’s Y/N and she’s beautiful and smart and so caring and we’ve been with each other for a year, so why hasn’t she answered my letter when I told her I loved her? I mean, she did like me. It resulted in sending her a childish: do you like me? Yes or no. She thought it was cute and funny and circled yes, but I didn’t think she fully understood what I was asking. And she’s only responded to just a select few of the notes I was giving her, what was that about? Was she seeing someone else? I clenched my fist, not wanting to think about it. It’s been a few months since I’ve seen her last and I still hadn’t given Y/N back her datapad, but stars I missed her. It took everything in me to not reach out to her using the force. “Commander?” Phasma’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. “Captain.” I nodded. “Are you alright?” She asked. “Yes, yes, just waiting for my ship.” I coughed through the helmet. Her silver helmet tilted before an officer was calling her over. I let out a breath, Y/N was really making me crazy.

I jumped in my TIE and jumped in hyperspace leading a group to where a group of X-wings was engaged in taking down a destroyer. Everything was fine, it was good. We had either destroyed the ships or pushed them back further until I spotted two fighters locked on an X-wing. “That one is mine,” I told the other pilots and quickly hopped on the tail of the ship. No matter how much they tried to shake me, they couldn’t. I was just that good. I trailed them pushing them away from all the fighting, just before they could jump into hyperspace, I shot at the wing. Whirling around for a few, the pilot made an emergency landing on a nearby dwarf moon. I followed landed a few feet away, to see the pilot emerge from the half destroyed ship. I began to walk before the pilot ripped their helmet off and threw it at me. “ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?! YOU COULD’VE KILLED ME!” Kat yelled. I dodged the helmet and chuckled. “No I couldn’t, you landed safely didn’t you?” I said. One thing I promised Y/N: never to hurt Kat and keep her safe. She rolled her eyes and mumbled: “I can’t stand you or your sugar baby.” Stepping forward I spoke, “How is she?” “What?” Kat asked. I bit my lip before asking one more time. “How is she?” “I don’t know, fine?” She shrugged. “You probably talk to her more than me.” I furrowed my brows. I knew that Kat and Y/N had an argument but I didn’t think they would still be at it. “I’ve written her letters but I don’t think she has gotten all of them,” I spoke honestly. “Look, I don’t know about that. She doesn’t really talk about you when we do actually talk.” Kat brushed off. In her mind, I could see her blaming me for this change in friendship. My lips tugged into a frown; I didn’t mean for it to be like this but I love her friend, I love Y/N. “I want to take her out and I need you to help drop her off,” I said. But soon a sound of a ship was breaking through the atmosphere. “Don’t say a word.” “Yeah, yeah,” Kat waved off, I turned to walk back to my ship. I turned to see none other than Poe Dameron assessing the damage of the ship, right before turning to look at the forest where I hid. It felt like he was looking right at me. I waited for them to leave before leaving.

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“The room isn’t ready yet, what would you like to do?” I turned to see the breeze softly whip her curls around. She looked around the beautiful city and its orange-hued sky. Pointing to her right, she smiled. “Let’s walk on the beach.” Taking her hand, I let her lead the way. It didn’t take long before we were removing our shoes and squishing the grainy sand between our bare toes. “Did you know that sand is just an abundant amount of tiny fragmented shells and organisms?” She turned to look up at me. “No,” I softly smiled. I loved when she told me little fun facts. I’m pretty sure if I had a teacher like her, I’d be top of my class. “Yeah, I did an experiment with the babies and used the holo microscope, it was really cool.” A smile surfaced on her face. “Really? What else can you tell me?” I asked. So, she began to tell me all these little facts about sand, the ocean, and beaches. “And rocks like this, are famous for belonging to mermaids.” My brows furrowed as she sat down on the black boulder. “Why?” I asked. “To sunbathe, or to call on sailors with their siren song, or wait for their land lovers.” Y/N winked. “You must be part mermaid because you always call me in.” I wrapped my arms around her waist and chuckled into her neck. “That was a bad one,” I admit and she laughed. Moving my head to see her beautiful (y/e/c) eyes, I pressed a kiss to her soft lips. She moaned as her tongue slipped past my lips. I lifted her off the rock and laid her on the cooling sand. “Ky-Big One,” Y/N squirmed under me. “Yes, Little One,” I said between kisses. “Someone could see us.” I shook my head and giggles fell from her lips as my hair tickled her belly. “No one will, Little One.” “A-And the sand.” She moaned as her nipple rolled between my fingers. “It’s going to get everywhere.” I shrugged off my jacket and laid it underneath her. I was hard and by the time I went to remove her underwear she was soaked. It was so easy to slide into her as she arched her back. With every thrust, the waves seemed to crash. This felt so surreal, having her on the beach like this, the way she would look up at me as if I was a star. It had me feeling, what I shouldn’t be feeling; but every time her hand would brush against my heart I would lose it, just like right now. Thank the makers I was wearing a condom, I just came inside her. Y/N sat up and looked down. “I-I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.” I never finished so quickly and never before her. Before anyone could say anything, I was being buzzed to let us know our room was ready.

I opened the door to the suite and Y/N’s eyes went wide. “Wow, this is huge.” She began to roam around the room. I looked too, but mostly at her. Her (y/e/c) eyes scanned everything with curiosity. “Come here,” I beckoned as she followed me out to the balcony. She gasped as I moved to show her the expansive view of the city lit up in its grandeur. “This is so beautiful.” She whispered. I wrapped my arms around her waist. “Anything for you, Y/N.” I nuzzled my nose in the crook of her neck. Her delicate hand found my cheek and I hummed in comfort. When I opened my eyes, she was looking up at me, studying me. “Something’s different.” She said. “Is it good or bad?” I asked her. Y/N dropped her hand from my cheek and avoided my gaze. “I don’t know. It depends on how you take it.” She looked up at me once more before speaking, “You look tired. I’ll run you a bath.” I shook my head. “I’m fine.” I huffed. “No, you flew us here by yourself and makers know what else you endured before you got me. And the beach.” Y/N was stubborn and right. Before I could object I yawned. Quickly, she pecked the corner of my lips before running off and finding the bathroom. I just stood outside of the balcony trying to catch my breath. It was a dangerous game I was playing, but it was my fault, I started it. But, I had to remember, nothing more could come from this, that’s why I settled for being her Sugar Daddy because it was the only way to get her to be with me. A way to not help me form attachments. I followed the sound of the running water. Passing the doorway, I slowly saw her fingers skimming the water that was started to bubble up. I could vaguely figure out the low noise that couldn’t compete with the water, but after a while, I realized it was the Corellian song I had serenaded her with. Coming closer, I could see the small smile gifted on her soft lips. My chest tightened at the vision; some people had this and not just every other weekend.

She looked back at me and smiled. “Will you j-join me?” I stuttered out, cursing at myself. “If that’s what you want, ok.” She chuckled. Y/N stood up beginning to strip and I followed suit. Hand in hand we entered the tub until our bodies disappeared under the white bubbles. “How’ve you been?” I asked and she began to tell me all about it. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her; she was so expressive and lovely. “What about you?” She asked. I shrugged. “It’s better now.” A pout fell on her lips. She hated when I disregarded my day, but it was true, my days didn’t start until I saw her. Her right foot darted to jab me on the side, but I quickly caught it. Raising it out the water, I pressed a kiss to the side of her foot. “Thank you,” She said out of the blue. “For everything, for doing all of this, for treating me like I’m someone special. Even when we fight, you’re still so kind. I know who you are and what people say, but I,” Y/N bit her lip. Her mind was running wild looking for something to say, but when she couldn’t find it, she floated closer to me until we were chest to chest. Her lips found mine, my fingers danced along the soft skin of her sides. The kiss deepened as time went on. She snaked her hand down underneath her straddled body and grabbed my member. It wasn’t fully hard, but she didn’t care as lined herself up and slowly slid down. Wet kisses trailed up to my ear. “I want to feel you grow inside me.” Y/N nipped at my earlobe. I wrapped my arms tightly making her flush against me; with those words and the small undulations of her hips, I began to stretch her core. Gasp and whimpers left her sweet lips as I began to rock into her. The pace was agonizingly slow, proving my restraint for her pleasures. But, as I stared at the look on her face, eyes squeezed tight, mouth open and little curls pressing to her sweaty forehead; I myself couldn’t help but unravel. My hips had as a mind of its own as it jerked up causing the most beautiful sounds to slip out of her lips before I was cumming. Exhausted and embarrassed, my head fell to her shoulder. It was the second time today, I was finishing before her. “It’s ok.” Y/N’s soft voice cooed as her fingers combed through my hair. I looked up to see her bright (y/e/c) eyes looking at me. I pressed another kiss to her lips gripping at her skin again. While I was still inside her, I lifted us out of the tub and made our way to the bed. Using the force, I pulled the cover back and gently laid her down. I deepened the kiss, tongue exploring her mouth. I pulled back to see her smirking. “What?” I asked. “Nothing,” She shook her head and pressed a kiss to my nose.

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In the morning, I was welcomed with the sweet smell of smoked terrafin loin. I slowly made my way to the kitchen area to see her wearing my discarded tunic from last night and my socks. A lopsided smile fell on my lips. “What are you doing?” My voice made her jump and the small ‘his morning voice is so damn sexy’ thought slipped out. “I’m making breakfast.” She smiled. I stood behind her and turned off the stove. “This is our vacation, to relax. Order room service.” I could feel her and my heart beat at the use of 'our'. “Our vacation?” She asked; she steadied herself in my tight hold. “Well,” A blush hit my face. “We’ve been together, doing this for about a year, so I thought.” Stars, I hate how she could make me nervous so fast. I could feel her try to suppress so many happy thoughts that ran through her mind. “Annnnnnd someone’s birthday is coming up.” A wide smile covered her cute face under her bed head messy bun. “Okay, okay,” She nodded. “But, it’s almost done so.” She turned the stove back on to finish up and was soon serving us. Sliding next to me, she sat staring at me with wide eyes. I could feel her mixed emotions. Chewing, I felt slightly uncomfortable with me finishing early yesterday and slipping up with “us”, I felt even more stress tense my shoulders. I glanced up at her, just as she looked down. ‘Just ask Y/N, just ask him. The worse he could say is no and then throw a tantrum.’ A chuckle left my lips at her thought. (Y/e/c) eyes found mine; “Can we, can we go out in the city today? And explore?” She asked. “It’s just that it looked so beautiful when we arrived, even though all the shops were closing up, but the lights made everything look so beautiful.” Y/N continued to ramble out of nervousness. But why was she nervous? I’d do anything for her. “Of course, Little One,” I said softly. She quickly shut her mouth and wore that adorable blushing smile. “Thank you.” She pressed a chaste kiss to my lips. “I hope you don’t mind, I-I picked out some clothes for you.” I followed her into the room where she opened the large closet. Her fingers ran along the various colored fabrics in awe. ‘I never had this many clothes before.’ A small thought popped into her mind. “I-If you don’t like, we can ret-” “It’s perfect!” She laughed. “You should shower first, I’ll be here awhile.”

I did as followed and when I got out of the shower, there were so many outfit choices displayed on the floor. Makers, she looked so cute sitting on her heels in my drowning tunic. I didn’t even realize I was staring until she let out a yelp. “You scared me, Kylo.” Her hand was placed over her heart. The corner of my lips tugged up; “Did you decide?” I asked her. “No, but I picked out an outfit for you. I hope you don’t mind.” Y/N peered up through her lashes and my chest tightened, I was unable to speak so I just nodded. With a bright smile, she jumped up and ran to the bathroom. Looking around, I saw what I figured was my outfit. Plain and simple; tan pants, brown belt, boots, and a cream deep-V tunic. After putting it on, I stood in the mirror looking over myself; it was colors I wasn’t fond of wearing, but I still looked pleasing. “You look great.” Y/N exited the bathroom in just a towel and went to figure out what to wear. All of this felt very...domestic. And a somber cloud fell over me as I thought about my parents; she would always dress him and I never thought someone would ever be doing this for me even if, we technically weren’t together. “Are you ok?” Her fingers ghosted down my arm. I turned to look at her eyes filled with worry, the same expression when she looked at the old faint scars that were scattered across my body. I nodded. “Did you find your outfit?” I asked. “Yes, just give me a few minutes.” A few minutes turned into thirty and me constantly asking if she was almost done. I might’ve sounded irritated but I really did enjoy this mundane task that occurred in most relationship. “I’m done.” Y/N rolled her eyes as she walked out, skirt brushing past her calves. I felt all my breath escape my body as the sun illuminated her and her (y/h/c) curls and beautiful glowing skin “Come on, let’s go.” She shooed. Stammering a little bit, it took me some time for my brain to catch up to what was going on. “O-Ok,”

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Y/N fit me perfectly. The way her small, soft hands curved around mine as we walked down the cobblestone streets. Y/N’s eyes wandered everywhere pointing out the architecture, the culture, the vendors, the fashion. I couldn’t help the steady smirk that never seemed to leave my face. She just made me feel so happy. “Ah!” Her squeal caused me to jump. “This is the famous philosopher Hundor’s house!” Y/N become all giddy. “Do you want to go?” I asked. “Can we?” Her eyes widened. “It’s a museum and the tour is about to start.” I pointed at the sign. Soon, she was pulling me into the building and signing us up on the tour. “So, who is Hundor?” I whispered as we joined the tour. “Oh, my stars, Big One, how don’t you know who Hundor is?!” She exclaimed dramatically. “Training to be warrior, remember?” I knocked on the side of her head. “Oh yes, how could I forget the fiercest, problematic warrior the galaxy has seen.” She whispered. “Hundor is an amazing philosopher that dabbled in art, science, math, he just wanted to learn every and anything!” Her voice got a little too loud for excitement, that the tour guide was soon shushing us. It was like that for most of the time, Y/N talking, telling me her own fun facts about this great Hundor and how could I not listen her voice was alluring and she was terribly smart and funny. “Ma’am, please refrain from-” “I KNOW! Shhhh!” Y/N replied and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Sir, please.” The guide was now scolding me. He was tall, skinny, blonde, pale and bossy, reminding me so much of Hux. “Shhh!” Y/N shushed me before I covered her mouth before she could start giggling. She licked the palm of my hand, “Ew,” I wiped it on her skirt, Y/N slapped my hand before grabbing it. We, of course, caused more trouble, but I guess we were so good at hiding it, or the guide was absolutely over us, but he didn’t seem to mind. No one did really until Y/N began telling the guide he had the wrong facts. It was funny but problematic, but hilarious.

I actually did get her to stop at one point and wanted to see more of the artifacts that were apart of Hundor’s life, until. “Psst, look!” I turned to the whisper to see her standing atop a ladder. “I don’t think you’re supposed to be up there, Little One.” I moved closer bracing myself for if she fell. “They said Hundor used to jot his ideas on his wall and ceilings.” She began to peel at the chipping paint until she found what she was looking for. “IT’S TRUE!” Y/N shouted and the whole group turned to see us. “MA’AM, YOU CANNOT BE UP THERE” The guide yelled. “And are you…” He gasped “defiled the...GET OUT! BOTH OF YOU!” He screamed. Yes, he definitely reminded me of Hux. “I got it,” I told him. In one swoop, I hoisted her over my shoulder and carried her out of the home. Once outside, I settled her down; with her flats on, she was much smaller than me as she peered up with angry eyes and crossed arms. “Hey, don’t look at me like that, Little One. That was very un-teacher-like.” I said. She narrowed her eyes at me. “Hey, you started it, my little troublemaker.” The corner of her lip tried to fight the smile that was forming on her face. “Can’t have you mad, I don’t want you force-choking me,” I whispered and a giggle escaped her lips as she thought back to the night at the club. “Let’s see how we can make my girl happy,” I said looking around at something to do. But her thoughts were loud and clear going crazy that I called her ‘my girl’. But, what can I say, she was my girl. My one and only. “Excuse me,” I stopped an older man. “Where can I take someone as beautiful as her,” She hid her blush. “Who is terribly smart but likes to do her own thing.” The man pondered for a quick second. “The history museum down the road.” He told us, we bid our goodbyes and then we went off to the museum.

“This is better,” I said as a mass of people moved around us. Her eyes lit up as she looked around the entrances to all the halls. “I don’t know where to start.” She turned to look back at me. I extended my arm and opened my hand. “Anywhere you go, I’ll be right behind you.” She looked down as her breath hitched before she put her hand in mine and was pulling me off. I know I kept saying this, but stars is she smart! Y/N just knows so much and I don’t know where she keeps all of it. I let her lead the way as she told me about all the artifacts. And it seemed that I wasn’t the only one who was being pulled by her alluring self. People had begun to follow us to her surprise, not mine, who wouldn’t follow her? And every time she turned around, our eyes found each other and she sent me a bright smile. When the “tour” was done everyone surrounded her to thank her and ask more questions as I stood by watching like the doting...sugar daddy I was. Of course, the children that had participated had grown attached to her, as she kneeled to their height, began conversing and giving out stickers. “Woah, can I have a sticker?!” “I wish you were my teacher!” A chuckle escaped my lips, she’s such a teacher. “Excuse me, are with this young woman?” A short balding man tapped me lightly on the shoulder. I turned to see him cower back a little. “Um, um, um, I-I,” He began to stumble. I just looked at him already growing annoyed that he was taking my time away from staring at her, as creepy as that was. “I’m Boh Rosh, the director of this museum and I’ve never se-seen someone who knows so much and is comfortable around people!” Because clearly, he wasn’t. “I-I just wanted to know what she-” “She’s a teacher for the Re-REALLY, really poor group of people who are just dumb. She actually started a scholarship to help the kids.” I said, I almost let the Resistance slip, but honestly what I said was the same thing. “O-Oh! Now it makes sense, your wife is just amazing.” He looked over my shoulder at Y/N. My brows furrowed. “Wife?” I asked. “Yes, I saw you guys interacting during the tour. You must be newlyweds, they say some people have a hard time saying the new title because they’re still in shock.” He nervously chuckled. I turned back around and observed my “wife”; I loved her and even though I never entered her mind, I knew she felt something for me. But, no matter how much more I wanted, I would never get to give her a title she deserved. “Yeah, it’s our honeymoon.” I lied. “Well, Con-congratulations; I would like to ask her, but she seems to have a fanbase growing.” Mr. Rosh joked. “But, I was wondering if she would like to work here as a historian. Someone as knowledgeable as her, young and amiable would be a great addition.”

He continued to talk but I couldn’t hear from how loudly my heart was beating. A crooked smile found its way on my face; Y/N would love this! It was so her, this is what she went to school for, what she dreamed about, what she should’ve been if she didn’t follow that stupid friend of hers to the Resistance. “You two would have to relocate, possibly, but we’d set you up with a lovely home.” That sentence filtered through my many thoughts and it would be possible. She’d move here and work, I’d come and we’d have a home that overlooks the city and we’d have a yard for the kids. KIDS? I began to choke on my own spit. “Are you alri-ight sir?” He tentatively held up a hand and then put it back down. “Yes, yes, but I would love to say yes to your offer but it’s her decision.” The man nodded at my answer. “But, you can send over a proposition for her if you decide to donate to-” I began to give him the details on the datapad he had handed me. “Of course, of course, the museum would love to donate to such a great cause, they are our future by the way.” Mr. Rosh gleefully accepted the device. “Well, you have a lovely wife and it would be an honor if the two of you join us at our gala tomorrow night, it’s a ‘Heavenly Bodies’ masquerade.” He told me. “She’d love too.” I could only think about Y/N in a beautiful white gown with gold throughout her curls. “I mean, we-we’d love too.” A smile adorned his face. “Great, it’s a formal event. If anyone gives you a hard time just say you’re the personal guest of Boh Rosh and-oh wait! I never got your name.” It seemed like he stared at me forever as my mind ran a million light years a minute as it screamed ‘NOT BEN! NOT KYLO!’ until I was spitting out: “ANAKIN! My name is Anakin.” He didn’t fully believe me but he wouldn’t and couldn’t call me out. “An-and she… she’s Padme. We are Anakin and Padme… Ren...oloker. Anakin and Padme Renoloker.” If there was any time to slip and impale me with a lightsaber, it would be now. “Ok...well, it was nice meeting you Mr. Renoloker, I hope to see you two tomorrow.” He smiled and went on his way.

I turned to see Y/N still crouched, talking to more kids, if that was possible. Slowly I strode up behind her, my shadow letting her know, I was there. “Well, I have to go. But, have a great day and enjoy it.” She told them as the groaned because they didn’t want her to leave. “Sorry,” I shrugged awkwardly as some of them grilled me. Y/N just chuckled, pulling me away. “Let’s get something to eat.” I threaded my fingers through hers as she leaned her head on my arm. We decided on a nice outdoor bistro; we sat there enjoying the weather and the view. And by the view, I meant her. I was too busy admiring that face I didn’t feel the force warn me about something about to pull my hair. “Oh, don’t move.” Y/N smiled as her fingers worked to remove whatever it was. Looking to the side, I saw a chubby baby with the roundest everything giggling at Y/N. “I’m sorry,’’ The man holding her apologized. “It’s alright, hi cutie!” Y/N said and the baby’s features lit up. Apparently, Y/N had this effect on every age group. I sat and watched her play with the baby before they had to leave. “Do you want kids?” the question, even though I asked, caught me and her off guard. She choked on the drink she was sipping. After wiping her mouth, she answered: “Well, they say your students are basically your kids, so I already have them.” A smile formed on her plump lips as she thought of something. “But, when I was little, I wanted five boys in every color: black, white, red, green, and purple.” She laughed and I couldn’t help but to too. “Different colors...that’s new,” I said and she hit me. “But, boys; I can see you with a boy, he’d probably be all up under you.” She clearly liked that answer. “What about you, mister?” She turned it on me. I felt the heat rise in my cheeks as I nervously combed my hair out of my face. “I never told anyone this.” I coughed. “I know I should want a boy, you know carry the name and the legacy but-” “Wait,” She cut me off. “Are you telling me, Mr. Big Tough Man, wants a little princess?” Y/N said and I tried to stop the blush that was consuming me. “I know, I know; especially since the women in my family are very headstrong and have strong personalities,” I said. “And that’s exactly why I don’t want a girl!” Y/N laughed. “Yeah and I’m pretty sure her mother will be one too.” I looked her in the eye, but she avoided my gaze. “You don’t know that she could be someone soft, sweet, and loving.” She used adjectives that she didn’t believe was her, but if she could see through my eyes, they were.

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Later that night, I made love for the first time. As I lied on top of the woman I loved, her (y/e/c) eyes seem to peer into me as I did the same. It felt so intimate almost as if our souls were connecting. Her hair laid strewn as she fisted sheets as I slowly rolled my hips into her. Sweat covered her body as she licked the sweat from her upper lip as another moan escaped her lips. My face was buried deep in her neck, trying everything to make us one. All I wanted was to fill her with life and watch it grow in all her beauty. My forearms began to tremble as I felt like I wasn’t going to last long. “Kylo,” She whimpered. “‘I’m about to cum.” She said. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N” I repeated her name like a prayer as my lips found her neck. My left hand found hers and our fingers intertwined. “Cum with me,” I whispered in her ear. “Cum with me,” I repeated and she shook her head. I sped up my actions as I continued to repeat the phrase until we were both releasing to feel an out-of-body experience. This must be how stars are made, this is what it must feel like to be in love. I removed myself from her laid beside her. The humid, sex filled air circulated around us as we laid on the sheets that pressed against our sweat slickened skin. Slowly, I pulled her to lie on my chest as her arm lazily hung across my waist. In sync, our chest rose and fell together. I stared down at her and she looked up at me. There was something very familiar about this. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Y/N asked. “I...I’ve seen this before,” I told her. “Like a dream, but you were sleeping and you were more...plumper.” She arched her brow. “And you drooled on my chest and you kept apologizing.” A chuckle left her lips. “Now that sounds like me.” She smiled up at me. Makers, what I would do to see this every day for the rest of my life. But I would never tell her; she would never fall for someone like me.

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P.S.: Or maybe not because this formatting is atrocious!

#sugar #kylo ren #kylo ren x reader #kylo x reader #kylo x you

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 7 years ago

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My First Crush 109 is up!

Filling out the last of the papers for his will, Eren let out a sigh of relief. Levi was at school, which had meant he'd been able to ring around and get his alpha put on to everything he could legally. It was a relief to finally have it all done and have Levi have none of the wiser. His alpha had kept trying to talk about the loss of his job, and Eren had lied through his teeth, telling him he understood and logically he did, but that didn't mean it didn't plunge them into a bad situation financially. While they had a bit of savings, there was Christmas and Levi's birthday coming up... if he only had two Christmas's left, he wanted both of them to be amazing for everyone.

Pushing his chair back from the dining table, he grabbed the envelope with all the paperwork in and headed into the bedroom. He needed somewhere Levi wouldn't think to look... or he was too short to see... the top of the wardrobe. Or rather the shelf there. It's where the family photos were stashed... the perfect place. Moving to the wardrobe, he slid the door open and stood on his tiptoes to slip the envelope behind the albums. Thank fuck that was over. Writing a list of everything he was leaving Levi and the boys had driven home how little he'd accomplished with his life, after all, he owned very little of his own things. Closing the wardrobe again, he moved over to where the pups were laying in their cots

"Hey guys, you want to come watch a movie with me?"

Squirming and cooing up at him, Eren lifted both boys up carefully and pressed kisses to the sides of their heads. They were growing so fast now, but then again they were two months now. One more week and Levi would have finished his course and then 11 more days and it would be Christmas. He was so unprepared. Shaking his head, he couldn't let himself think about it. He was in an actual good mood, and didn't want to ruin it.

Settling down on the sofa with the pups, he slouched down so he could hold both pups better

"What do you guys want to watch?"

Rei kicked against him and Eren snorted lightly

"Does that mean action? Let's find something that's action then"

Scrolling through the channels, he came across the second half of "A Million Ways to Die in the West". Armin had once "forced" him to watch it with him, and he'd had the Moustache song in his head for days afterward. Rubbing the boys backs gently, the pups grabbed his shirt so adorably. He didn't want to leave them behind... fuck it. The boys finished school soon enough, and Trost wasn't that far away. He could get some shopping done without Levi there, most importantly, he could get the presents the boys wanted to give their dad.

Having changed the pups into fresh nappies and clothes, he checked the nappy bag, before nodding to himself. Keeping busy really was the best therapy.

Arriving in Trost, Eren drove straight over to the shopping centre he'd used to frequent when he'd lived in the city. With four kids, he didn't particularly fancy trying to navigate somewhere new. As expected, parking was a nightmare and he'd looped the carpark at least a dozen times before finally getting a space

"I need you two to wait here for me, I'll be back in a minute"

"Can't we come with you?"

"Not just yet"

Climbing from the car, he locked the doors so the boys couldn't escape while he was gone, it wasn't like he had to go far to find a trolley, but his kids could cover an insane amount of ground in just a few seconds and the last thing he needed was them getting lost. Pulling out the first 4, the fifth was his goal as it was designed for twins. They really should invest in a pram, but it wasn't like they went anywhere often enough to really justify the costs. Returning the car, it took way too long to get both boys and the pups settled into the trolley

"Mum, is daddy going to meet us here..."

Fuck. He'd forgotten all about messaging Levi

"Um... maybe baby. Let me get my phone"

In the last month he'd barely used the thing as anything other than a camera. He hadn't been on Facebook and the only people he really messaged were Armin, Grandpa, Levi and Hannes. He hadn't even heard from Reiner and Bertholdt, he supposed the pair were busy with married life and school, still part of him missed them. It might have been Bertholdt's mothers fault that shit ended up the way it had, but Reiner and Bertholdt had still tried their best to help. Sliding his phone out the pocket of his skirt, he passed it over to Eli

"You can call daddy and tell him we're shopping"

"Ok!"

Leaving the twins to that task, he plunged into the world of Christmas chaos.

It had always blown his mind how busy this time of year could be, people had had all year to prepare for this time of year, but somehow it always ended up being last minute and he really wasn't in much of a position to judge. Last year they didn't have a tree due to Levi not being there, but this year he wanted one. He wanted to decorate it together as a family, which was probably incredibly cheesy. Heading for the department store, that was the first thing he wanted to get. He'd barely stepped into the store when the boys jumped up

"Mum! Look at that"

Eli was waving his phone about, and Eren had to snatch it from his hand before it went flying. Both boys seemed just as excited over a Christmas tree as he did, and nodded at them, before looking down and finding the call to Levi was still connected. Raising the phone to his ear, he used his shoulder to keep it in place as he made his way over to the display of trees

"Hi Levi, did Eli tell you we were shopping?"

"He mentioned something about it. Where are you?"

"Trost"

"You should have messaged me and let me know you were coming"

Sighing to himself, Eren nodded

"I know, it slipped my mind. I'm taking the boys to do their shopping for you"

"They don't have to get me anything"

"Levi, that's not how being a dad works. Now, I'm not telling you not to come meet us, but I am telling you no peaking at what you're getting"

"You're lucky I have my own shopping to do for the 4 of you guys. You've got my card right?"

"Yeah. Don't worry, I don't intend to blow all your money"

"Eren, it's our money"

No... it really was more Levi's than his... not that he could say that, so he changed topic

"What colour Christmas tree do you want?"

There was a moments pause

"What?"

"Christmas tree. What colour do you want?"

"We're getting a tree?"

"Yep. It's our first proper family Christmas"

"Um... what colour do you like?"

"This isn't about just what I like"

"Well I don't know. I've never done the tree thing"

"If you had to choose one, what would you choose"

"Maybe white?"

The alpha was clearly not sure about his answer

"Ok. Well I'll talk to the boys about it and see you when you get here"

"I don't know "where" is"

"Oh, right. Do you remember the shopping centre near where I used to live? We're there. I'm parked in the underground parking, but it was pretty hard to get a spot"

"I'll keep that in mind. Do we want to meet up around 6 in the food court?"

"That works. Ok. I have to go before the kids break something"

"I love you princess"

"Love you too"

Ending the call, he looked to the line of trees

"Babies, which ones do you like?"

"The white ones... can we get a big one?"

"Not too big"

At least they were all in agreement that it should be white.

Over the next hour and half, his patience was tested to the max. The boys wanted pretty much everything they saw, and when that didn't work, they started saying they wanted to give it to daddy. Yeah, because Levi really needed kids toys. By the end of it he'd gotten Levi a set of pyjamas saying "worlds best dad" from the pups, a book on big cats from Ren and Eli was gifting him a 3D dinosaur model thing. He also threw in a few smaller things like an iTunes gift card, a tradies belt and a bright pink hammer because it was also his mates birthday. That just left his present for Levi and he had no idea what to buy his alpha. He'd picked up some lingerie for himself, but that was only because Levi had gone crazy when he'd last worn it... which now felt like a lifetime and a half ago. He'd opted for a negligee instead of just a bra as he still hated looking at his stomach. He'd dropped a lot of the weight, but he still needed to work on getting back into shape... basically it was a mess to look at and the scar did nothing to help. When his mum had been around, she'd known what to use to help with stretch marks, and though they hadn't had much sex in the last 2 months, he missed the connection he felt each time Levi knotted him.

Wandering around the stores on the way towards the food hall, Eren came to an abrupt stop and back tracked a few metres. His eyes were on a white evening dress and he fell in love with it as first sight. It was kind of like the wedding dresses he'd seen in Marley, but not at the same time and he couldn't help himself from staring. He wanted it that badly. Wheeling the trolley into the entrance of the store, he left the boys in it while he went to check out the dress. It had a Queen Anne neckline, that dipped into a sweet heart cut, with crisp white lace covering the exposed chest area and its 3/4 sleeves

"Can I help you there?"

Jumping at the voice, he felt guilty at being sprung, he looked to the short woman with burning cheeks

"S-sorry..."

"It's fine, I take it you see something that's taken your fancy"

Nodding his head, he looked back to the dress

"Um..."

"That ones $380"

His heart dropped. $380 for a dress just wasn't doable

"Thanks... I was just looking"

The woman seemed to realise she wasn't going to get a sale from him, and gave him a tight smile

"I'll leave you to it"

Escaping from the store, he couldn't help himself as he snapped a couple of photos of it in the window. It really was gorgeous. Letting out a long sigh, he scolded himself over it and headed off to find Levi.

His mate wasn't that hard to find, the alpha was standing near the Chinese store like he knew that was what Eren wanted. Giving them a small wave, Levi moved over to place his bags of shopping in to the trolley, further burying the twins

"You guys look like you've been busy"

"Yes and no. We went with white by the way"

"White really is best"

"Dad, can we get out now?"

Snorting at the uncertainty in Eli's voice, the alpha moved to lift both boys out the trolley and took their hands firmly

"Mum bought too much stuff"

"Mum bought Christmas tree stuff. He still has to buy your presents and daddy's"

"Princess, you don't have to buy me anything"

Of course he did... and it kind of hurt that Levi was telling him it was ok not to. Swallowing down his patheticness, he looked over at the Chinese store

"So Chinese for dinner?"

"Sounds good to me"

I did the fluff. For the rest, you'll have to hit up ao3

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amarabliss · 8 years ago

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Bloodlines - 9 (Callum Lynch/Reader)

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight

Imagine being one of the escaped assassins from abstergo. Things escalate quickly after a misunderstanding with the newbie…

“Still no luck?” You looked at Ann exasperated.

“Well it hasn’t been for lack of trying, I can assure you of that.” You told her tearing off another piece of clothing from the line, “Do me a favor and pass it along to council so maybe they’ll back off. Cal has been doing enough for them as it is lately.”

“Ohhh…I’ll get right on that.” Ann laughed when your threw a shirt in her face.

“Ann…” You looked at your hands falling on her hips, “I have never had this much trouble…Eli just happened after the second try and Ren she just happened…It’s been six months…and I have tried everything…all the old wives tales…all the new science…”

Ann looked up at you from her seat, “Trust me if I could trade you positions right now I would.”

You looked down to your four month along friend, “Only you would end up pregnant again.”

“I can only hope it’s not twins again.” Ann put a hand on her rounding belly, “I would rather take on a round of Templars alone before having twins again…”

You let out a laugh as you helped her up. You caught her looking past you at something approaching. Turning your head you smiled a little seeing Cal running up with Risha. You smiled as they ran past waving at you.

“You know…” You looked back at Ann who had a smirk on her face, “I’ve heard…a good time to get to business is right have a nice run.”

“Oh shush you.” You pushed her away a little before reaching down picking up the basket of folded laundry, “He’s been helping Risha with her trial training, I wouldn’t want to interrupt that.”

“That’s fast approaching isn’t it?” Ann looped her arm through your as you watched them spare next to the house.

“Yes, Cal’s been taking Risha out for extra sessions. They both come home exhausted, I’m beginning to worry about them a little.” You sighed walking her up the stairs of her porch, “But happy at the same time, since they started on all this Risha’s attitude has changed.”

“How so?” Ann took the basket from you setting on a bench inside the door.

“Well, you remember how quiet she used to be, even before he father died?” Ann nodded, “She’s talking, she’s outgoing in all of her classes now, she’s so helpful with everything. She’s a completely different girl.”

Ann smiled putting a hand on your arm, “You have an amazing family. Much less annoying then mine.”

You laughed a little as she turned yelling at the twins who were coloring the on the walls. After helping her clean up you walked back home with Ren and Eli. You opened the door and Eli rushed, “Elijah! No running!”

He slowed down looking back at you, “Moooommm…”

“You might be able walk young man.” You set his sister down, “But your body isn’t fixed all the way yet and you have to let yourself heal.”

“I feel fine!” He stomped his foot crossing his arms.

“Eli.” You watched the boy tense up at the sound of Cal behind him, “You don’t talk to your mother that way.”

“But…” Eli turned to him.

“No.” Cal knelt down to him, “It wasn’t too long ago that I was hurt because of Abstergo.”

You stood there as he told Eli how hurt many of the assassins who escaped Abstergo were and how you had helped them recover on the journey home. Many had argued with you too, but you had been persistent and those that listened healed faster.

“Now your mom, just wants to be the strongest version of yourself.” Cal smiled putting his hands on Eli’s shoulders, “That means taking it easy for a while, okay? No sass.”

“No sass…” Eli sighed nodding as he turned away walking toward his room.

You smiled as Cal stood up looking to you, “Thank you.”

“It’s not hard to explain when it’s all true.” He grinned stopping in front of you, “I trust Ann is doing well.”

“Oh you know as well as you can with four rugrats and possible two more on the way.” You laughed a little.

He chuckled a little, “I was going to jump in the shower, did you need anything from me?”

“Oh uh…” You tilted your head numerous images floating through causing your cheeks to tint slightly, “not that I can think of.”

“Right.” He turned to head down the hall nearly running into Risha fresh from getting cleaned. She side stepped easily out of the way making him pause. He smiled, “Very good.”

“Two weeks to go…I should hope that I’ve learned something by now.” Risha smiled at him.

“Not just the quick movement, I didn’t even hear you approach.” He winked at her as went on his way.

“That was the point!” She called after him before looking to you.

You smiled, “You’re going to do great.”

“It’s not just about passing anymore.” Risha looked up at you, “I…want to prove myself to my class…I’ve always been behind and now I have a chance to prove I’m just as strong.”

“And you will.” You told her putting your hand on her arm, “You have a strength I’ve never seen and diligence that now one can match.”

Risha smiled taking in a deep breath, “Thank you, Y/N.”

You smiled as she brushed her wet hair up into a bun, “Could you do me a favor, Risha?”

“Of course.” Her eyes twinkled waiting for a request.

“Could you watch Ren and Eli. Maybe take them for walk?” You asked her, “I’ve got somethings I need to get done, and I’m sure Cal could use a break for a bit.”

Risha’s eyes twinkled a little, “Mmhm…sure…so…uh be back in a few hours.”

Your ears got hot. How a sheltered teenage girl knew so much of the world already…

“I’m sure I’ll be finished with tidying up by then.” You told her.

“Ah…yes…well…” She started to back up into the living room to get Ren, “Don’t ‘tidy’ too fast…wouldn’t want you to miss anything.”

“Risha…” You put a hand over your face.

“We’re going.” She laughed a little as she collected the children.

When you were sure they were gone you walked down the toward your bedroom. You could hear the shower running. It wasn’t like you to be so forward, but council had been badgering the pair of you for months now about not having a child. Cal had been wonderful still telling them kindly to ‘Shut the fuck up.’

Yet there was something inside of you that wanted it. There was something so different about Cal and you wanted to share everything with him…including a baby.

You disrobed quickly and crept into the bathroom slinking into the shower. As you shut the curtain he turned startled, “Y/N…what…are you doing?”

You smiled at him as you stepped into the spray, “I sent the children on a walk…”

“I…” His confusion melted quickly into satisfaction feeling your hand against him, “Oh…my…”

“Let me help you…” You whispered before you pressed your lips against his a low moan rumbled in his throat.

You knew things were going well when he maneuvered you quickly up against a wall pressing your arms above your head. His free hand found your breast squeezing it slightly making your squirm in anticipation. You loved how he made you feel so out of control by simple touches.

“This…” His voice was deep and husky, “isn’t going to work…”

“What?” You looked at him his hands released you taking your hips firmly instead.

“No sure footing.” He growled a little kicking off the water before he scooped you up smirking at the noise you made when your skin slapped against his.

Soaking wet he threw you on the bed. Every time you thought you felt cold he would warm you up with his touch, his breath, his lips…You were sure he was a god among men the way he made you feel.

You twitched laying on top of him tracing circled on his chest with your finger, “I think you’re sweaty again…”

He let out a laugh, “I suppose we’ll have to show again.”

Resting your chin on his collar bone smiled, “We?”

“Well…it would conserve on water.” He smirked running a hand through your hair watching your eyes close, “Though, doing so we might end up right back here.”

“This is not a bad position.” You felt your stomach flutter again.

“I don’t disagree, but what of the children?” He heard you pout, “Did you really send them away?”

You opened your eyes looking into this. It was like staring into a different world. One of joy and happiness shielded from the rest of the galaxy, “I did.”

“Why?” He questioned, “That I am at all complaining, because I’m not. Our…’tidying’…is wonderful. I’m just…curious.”

You flushed a little, “I…suppose…well…”

“Is it because of what the council said.” That brightness in his eyes held an edge now, “Y/N…”

“It’s not just…” You started out as he pushed himself up making you slide off him.

“Y/N, we’ve talked about this…” He threw his legs off the side of the bed reaching for a pair of sweats.

“I know. I know, I just…” You sat there pulling the sheet up around you.

“I’m not going to make you have a baby because of them…it’ll happen if it happens.” He stood up pulling the sweats on, “Not because they want it so badly.”

“I’m not doing…” You looked at him as he turned to you.

“Well then why?” He threw out his arms.

“Because I love you!” You shouted at him quite quickly. You froze as the words left your mouth. You wished for anything to draw them back inside your mouth. Three words you didn’t want to say out loud.

His arms dropped to his sides, “What?”

You didn’t want him to know…not like this…there was too much to their world for you to love each other. If he didn’t know then he couldn’t be hurt, at least not as badly.

“Y/N…” He sat down on the bed again staring into your eyes.

“I love you…” You repeated softly as if trying to hide it from the world, “and I want…to have you baby.”

He watched your hand move protectively over your stomach as if guarding something already, “Y/N…”

“I don’t expect anything in return…you know that…but you have shown me so much kindness.” You told him, “I will always be devoted to you…and I want to have your baby. It would…”

You were cut off by his crashing lips against yours. The weight of his hands pulling you to him was earth shaking. As if he needed you to be his anchor.

When he parted from you, you drew in a deep breath as his forehead rested against yours, “Y/N, I want nothing more…then to see you carrying my child.”

You smiled at little placing your hand on his cheek, “Cal…”

“Not because we’re bonded either.” You listened as he went on, “Because I love you too. I’ve known for a while, but the Creed’s ways are still so unusual to me…I didn’t know how to make you understand.”

You watched him move to his bedside table opening it up, “Cal…”

“Just let me finish…” He turned back to you holding a small box, “I know marriage isn’t something that’s done here…but I’m not from here.”

He opened the box show a necklace inside a small infinity symbol attached to it, “It’s beautiful.”

“I’m asking for me…” You looked to him seeing the nervousness in his eyes, “Not for the bond that we have…not for Creed…but as a man to a woman that he loves…be my wife…my lover…and my best friend.”

You stared at him a moment longer before looking down to your wrist at the brand mark burned into the skin. He didn’t have to ask these things…he didn’t have to love your children…he didn’t have to reside with you or defend you.

But he did…

“Y/N…” He whispered finally when you hadn’t said anything.

“Yes.” You looked up to him tears falling down your face, “Of course yes…”

He smiled pulling out the necklace putting it around neck. He watched you finger the symbol, “I vow that I will always be there for you, no matter what. You will never lose me.”

You looked to him wiping the tears away, “I vow the same. No matter the distance, you will always have me.”

He smiled leaning over giving a long magnetic kiss. As he pulled away children could be heard coming inside, “I will…go distract if you want to get cleaned up.”

You smiled watching him pull on a shirt before walking out. You laid down in the bed playing with the necklace around your neck.

“What did I just do…” You questioned yourself.

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Mechanic 15: The Practice

I’m very very sorry how long this chapter took to come out. I’ll explain why after the story, but I hope this makes up for it a little. Oh, and if you have seen Captain America: Civil War you may recognize a scene from it. >.> Also I mention Ren’s Semblance so spoilers if you havent seen Vol 4 in it’s entirety.

Uhh and anyone who’s a follower of mine for a while will recognize my OC’s in here. They won’t be in the remaining chapters, so I hope you’ll bare with them for this one, sorry. I try to avoid dragging my OC’s into my other writings. >.> I hope they’re okay, but they wont show up in the rest.

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Pyrrha cupped her hands in front of her mouth as she cheered loudly.

“You can do it! Nora! Ren!”

Jaune leaned forward next to her. “Come on guys! You got this!”

Pyrrha was excited, but Jaune was practically falling out of his seat as he leaned forward, watching the fight intently.

Next to the pair, Jane let out a hoarse call, but it could barely reach Pyrrha's ears. Pyrrha looked over sadly. Jane had fallen rather ill at the beginning of the week. It was still the middle of the week, and the doctor had said that they expected she would be fully recovered by the festival, but that meant she was unable to participate in final round of 2v2 battles being hosted.

By extension, that meant Pyrrha also had to the sit the day out. She was confident in her teamwork, and knew that their team wouldn't have made some last minute jump in strength at the final practice. Nor was it Jane's fault for getting sick. But, when Jaune had texted her that morning that he was going to be dropping by with his sister to check out the final practice round, she really wished she would have been able to show off to him again. After all, she knew he liked watching fights, and while her big plan was to make him proud at the festival, today could have just been a little bonus to cheer up his spirits after being sick. Instead, he was a little convinced he had been the cause of Jane's sickness somehow.

But what happens, happens. So she'd settle for spending the day watching fights with him and trading commentary.

Down on the stage Nora and Ren were plenty excited for the match. Nora always loved a good match, but Jaune cheering her on really had her engines running. Ren was a little more calm, but if Jaune was counting on him to win he wasn't going to let his friend down.

Glancing over, he saw Nora going toe to toe with her half of the pair. Their opponents were visiting students from Vacuo and they were a bit of a handful.

Ren's foe was an average looking guy, but he was a slippery one. He seemed to have a knack for evading, almost none of Ren's hits could land cleanly. Ren was glad he had been the one matched up against him, out of their team he had the best chance of aside from Pyrrha, who likely would have had her hands full with her sword and shield combo. His bladed sub-machine guns provided him the perfect assistance for someone who seemed so keep moving so fluidly.

Nora on the other hand seemed to be having a blast with her partner. He was a bear fannus, and he certainly looked the part. The massive man towered over all the other students in the room. His strength seemed to be a match for Nora as well. Every time the man's massive club collided with Nora's hammer the ground would shake slightly from the impact. There were some seriously powerful hits going on. But Nora's foe didn't seem to be too strong.

“Nora! Mine then yours.” Ren called out after a moment. They were at a stalemate, and if things kept up this way it wasn't clear who would win. They needed to use their teamwork. After all, no one here shared the past Ren and Nora did. They couldn't keep up with their teamwork.

“Gotcha Ren!” Nora said cheerfully as she hopped up, landing on the massive club of her foe as he swung. Riding the momentum, she flew off the other side, skidding to a stop behind Ren's foe.

Before the oaf could realize what had happened, Nora was dashing forward.

“Right, Ren!” She ordered as she swung her hammer as she ran, readying her strike.

Ren sighed as he continued his assault. His opponent was clever, clearly the brains of their duo. Knowing Nora was approaching, he prepared to dodge to the left to avoid her strike. What he hadn't expected was to feel Ren's powerful kick slam into his side, pushing him to the left.

Before he could recover his balance and dodge, Nora's hammer crashed into his side like a train, sending him flying across the room and off the raised platform they had made to simulate the tournament on a smaller scale.

“Nora, we went over this. If you're giving directions to me, and we're facing opposite ways the sides are flipped. My right is your left, and your right is my left.” He explained. He knew his partner well enough to know she would slip up in the heat of battle. Luckily, he knew what she meant and that confusion had let them get the upper hand. Now all that was left was...

Ren's eyes widened as he leaned backwards, seeing the massive club pass inches above his nose, right where his head had been. The bear Fannus seemed enraged at the moment.

A moment later Nora's hammer appeared though and slammed into the man's chest, sliding him backwards.

“Tch.” Nora let out an annoyed sigh, she had meant to send him flying with that hit. She was having fun playing with him before, but now it was getting boring. Plus, now Ren was in his line of fire and she wasn't about to let him get hurt.

It seemed the man wasn't too fond of his friend being sent flying though. His strikes were getting faster and stronger. Nora raised her hammer, but was still sent flying across the ground.

“Nora!” Ren called out in worry.

The large man stumbled towards her as he raised his club. Pressing a switch, the club glowed red suddenly. Ren recognized instantly it was similar to Weiss's rapier. Dust was infusing the weapon. With his strength, adding dust would be a disaster.

As he raised his club above his head Ren slammed his hand down on the ground. Nora faded to a dull gray suddenly.

The large bear fannus was about to strike down when he paused. He had completely lost track of the little girl that was before him just a moment ago. He turned to try and find her, when the sound of electricity crackling filled the arena.

A moment later Magnhild slammed into his side, Nora letting out a scream of effort. At first, it looked like nothing would happen but a heartbeat later the man's feet left the ground and he went flying, skidding off the platform as the buzzer rang out.

“Match over! Victory goes to Ren and Nora!” Glynda announced.

The crowd burst into cheers and applause, the home team being a little more favored in this group. Nora and Ren moved back to their teammates and friends.

Glynda waved her crop, the various pieces of the shattered floor flying back to their proper place and repairing themselves. “Now then, it's been a long day but it seems we finally finished our matches. It's a shame Jane was sick today, as they were not able to compete. Also my apologies to Tyler and Ashe who were also forced to abstain due to a lack of opponents.

Jane just looked down, fidgeting with the end of her shirt. She really didn't want to be the reason Pyrrha couldn't practice. She jumped slightly when she felt a hand on her shoulder, though Pyrrha just smiled at her comfortingly. There wasn't anything to be done.

“Hold it.” Alice's voice rang out, causing team JNPR to look up, and Jaune to flinch instinctively. That was never a good sound for him.

“Let Jaune and Pyrrha be partners. This is just practice, and they're as experienced as the other first years here in working together.”

Glynda sighed. “While their sparring was fine last time, I could hardly condone an unofficial student pairing fighting in such a setting.

“Jaune can do it!” Jane croaked out. She was disappointed that she couldn't fight with Pyrrha, but she felt foolish for not realizing Jaune had been there too. She had been dragged to train with them some mornings when Pyrrha wanted Jaune to spar against a foe with her style, and she knew he had come far. Still perhaps not quite on the level of normal students, but Pyrrha's latent ability would be enough to cover up for his weaknesses.

Jaune just looked helpless, realizing his future was once again out of his control. “I don't want to drag Pyrrha down. What if she gets hurt?” He offered, glancing over at Pyrrha.

Pyrrha was just as shocked as Jaune was. She hadn't considered the option, not because of Jaune's current level, it just hadn't crossed her mind. She had only thought of him as someone in the stands. Though, now that she thought about it she felt confident that they could certainly practice in a match together. They were as comfortable with each other in battle about as much as she was with her team from their sheer volume of practice. Before she could voice her thoughts, a new voice chimed in.

“Yeah, I wouldn't want my sister to hurt Alice's baby brother.”

Alice's head snapped to the side as her eyes narrowed. “Oh don't tell me their opponents would be...”

Smirking, a tall brunette crossed the arena as she rested her hand casually on the katana strapped to her side. “Yup. My little sister and her partner.”

“Ali.” Alice said with an irritated sigh. Of course. They hadn't seen each other since they were students at the academy, aside from once on a mission. “What, only Tweedledee is here? Where's your twin, Tweedledum.”

Team JNPR and RWBY, who had joined them, were standing in quiet awe. They hadn't seen Alice be so aggressive to someone like that before, Jaune being in danger aside. They glanced over to Jaune curiously.

Jaune currently was hiding behind Pyrrha a bit. “That's Ali. She was one of my sister's 'friends' in school. They fought. A lot.” He offered, bad memories flashing through his mind.

“Someone who can match Alice?” Yang said with a appreciative whistle.

There was a crack, almost as if someone had snapped and another brunette appeared quite literally out of nowhere, flicking Alice on the head. “That's not very nice to call me Alice. It's been so long too!”

Alice let out a frustrated growl. Of course she had to be here too. “Speak of the devil...”

Realizing they had a bit of an audience, the newcomer smiled, offering a hand to Pyrrha who happened to be the closest. “Hi there! Nice to meet you. I'm Ami, Ali's sister. Twin, if you couldn't tell.” She chirped happily.

Pyrrha shook her hand, tilting her head slightly. “Pleased to meet you. I'm Pyrrha. My team is Jane, Nora and Ren.” She offered.

“Ruby!”

“Weiss Schnee.”

“Blake.”

“You guys look identical...” She flinched as she was hit in the side by Blake. “Yang.”

Pyrrha smiled. “And I think you know J-” She was cut off as Ami once again vanished from where she was standing, appearing in front of Jaune and wrapping him in a big hug. She swung him in a circle, holding his head against her chest. “Jaune! It's been so long! You're so grown up.” Ami said warmly before letting the poor boy go.

Jaune just smiled, a little dizzy from being spun around. “It's good to see you too, Ami.” Jaune had met the twins a few times before, again from many visits regarding his sister's “trouble” in school. The pair were often the other half of the trouble, but Ami was far more pleasant to be around. In fact, it was usually her sister who ended up in the trouble so Jaune and Ami would often play together when he was young.

Pyrrha smiled, the teeniest bit jealous of seeing Ami cling onto Jaune suddenly.

“Don't worry about those two.” Alice offered to the group. “Now why are you here? You had to come babysit your sister?” She asked.

Ali just returned her challenging glare. “We're proud of her so we came to watch. Why are you even here? Last I heard your brother doesn't attend here.” She said, casting a slightly apologetic glance at Jaune. She hadn't meant it in a rude way, she didn't have anything against Alice's brother.

“We came to watch his girlfriend fight. But it seems both of us couldn't do what we wanted.

“She's not my...”

“He's not my...”

Both Jaune and Pyrrha cut themselves off. Were they boyfriend and girlfriend? They hadn't exactly... talked about it. After their night out and... kisses... they just kind of kept things as they were. Neither was exactly sure about what they “Were” at the moment.

Ami just squealed. “Awww they mimic each other. They are so cute.” Ami said, letting out a happy sigh. Ah, young love.

“You really think your brother can keep up with my sister in a fight?” Ali challenged, raising an eyebrow.

Alice smirked. “Don't underestimate the men in the Arc family. Besides, he's been trained by the Pyrrha Nikos.”

Ali was caught off guard. She knew Pyrrha had seemed familiar. Perhaps the match would be a little fairer after all.

Ali and Alice stared each other down for a minute, before turning to Glynda in sync. “They're fighting.” They announced.

Glynda's fist clenched around her crop. “Now listen here. Don't think you two can barge into my classroom and orchestrate fights with the students.”

Alice cracked her knuckles as Ali drew her sword a few inches. “Perhaps we should spar for old times sake?”

“That could be fun.” Alice said, a dangerous lilt in her tone.

Both teams stepped back in fear. The aura surrounding Alice and Ali had suddenly gotten menacing and dangerous. Alice was a handful enough when she was angry, but Ali seemed to make the situation worse. Surprisingly though, Jaune had been the one to step between them, raising his hands, though they shook a little.

“I don't want to get kicked out of here. Last time you guys fought they had to do renovations on the building.”

Glynda threw up her hands in defeat. “Fine! We'll let the students fight. However, if anyone is harmed it will be on your heads.”

Alice and Ali both threw up scouts salutes. “Scout's honor!”

“Neither of you were scouts...” Jaune mumbled quietly.

Glynda got the stage ready as Ali and Ami went back to talk to their side.

Alice threw an arm around Jaune's shoulder. “Nice job on selling the threat. I wasn't sure Glynda was going to let us do it.”

Jaune just shook his head. “I thought you two were being serious. I didn't want you guys breaking the place.”

Alice just laughed. “Go get ready. You can't lose to that brat's little sister!”

Jaune was surprised when Alice handed him her backpack with a wink, finding his armor and weapon and shield in it. “When did you...”

“Always be prepared.” She offered ushering him off towards the changing room.

Jaune paused, looking to Pyrrha. “Are you sure you're okay with this? Jane?”

Jane just smiled, before sneezing. “Thanks for letting Pyrrha get some practice. Just don't get hurt, okay?” She said with a sniffle.

Pyrrha smiled warmly. “I have absolute faith in you. We'll just do our best. What happens, happens. Besides, it seems you have a bit of a legacy to keep going.”

Jaune sighed, scratching his head before looking up and smiling. “Then let's do this!” She said before following Ren to the lockers to borrow his locker.

Pyrrha just chuckled before heading over to hers to get ready. She hadn't be expecting a fight, but fighting along side Jaune was something she hadn't realized how much she wanted to do it.

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Jaune and Pyrrha stood on the platform.

“Remember your defense Jaune. Play it safe, and we'll work together. Leave the offense to me, I'll be counting on you to watch my back.” She offered, hoping to calm the obvious nerves that were building up in him.

Jaune nodded, making sure his armor was all on tightly. He had a feeling that he would need it very badly soon enough.

“So you should know our opponents right? Ali and Ami have another sister?” Pyrrha asked, stepping closer. She was both determined to win this fight with Jaune, and make sure he wasn't injured in it. Knowing as much as she could about her opponent would help even the playing field, as she figured once Ali recognized her she told her sister, and Jaune still hadn't discovered his semblance.

“Kinda. They aren't related by blood, they adopted her when they were young. They're all orphans, you see. But they're as close as me and my sisters. Her name is...”

“Ashe! Nice to meet cha!” A voice suddenly chimed out from across the arena. A raven haired girl a little shorter than Pyrrha stood across from them sporting a pixie cut, and a shirt that read “hot stuff” on it, underneath a fashionable jacket.. A long metal box hung at her hip, and a strange tube on the other hip. From behind, a long cat tail swished playfully from side to side.

Pyrrha smiled politely. “I'm...”

“Pyrrha Nikos. I know. He wouldn't shut up about you for a while.” She said, a hint of jealous creeping into her voice as her smile faltered.

Next to her a male, slightly taller than her sporting black shaggy hair walked up smiling nervously. “I said I was sorry. I didn't mean to.” His snow fox ears on the top of his head drooped slightly.

Pyrrha's eyes widened as she recognized him. She had been the student she fought in the beginning of the year. He had been the one to freeze her weapons, and send her to Jaune's shop.

“Hey Tyler.” Jaune offered with a wave. They had met through his sister eventually, and he had done some work on his weapon and armor.

Ashe just giggled, throwing an arm around his shoulder and kissing his cheek. “I know. I just can't help it, I get a little jealous when my boyfriend is fawning over another girl.” She said, shooting a meaningful glance at Pyrrha who's eyes widened.

Tyler blushed red. “I wasn't fawning... it was just a good fight. It was good motivation.” He mumbled, embarrassed about being called out like that.

“So your partner isn't enough motivation for you?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.

Tyler's eyes widened. “That's not what I meant! You know I'd do anything for you.” He confessed, before realizing what he said and blushing a deep red. He let out a groan of annoyance.

Ashe just snickered. “I know, I know. You're just cute when you're embarrassed.” She said, leaning over to give his cheek a peck in apology before grabbing the sword at his waist and handing it to him. “Sorry for teasing you. I'll make it up to you later.” She offered before grabbing the long box at her hip.

Jaune and Pyrrha looked at each other, before blushing and looking away. They may be in some sort of relationship, but they certainly weren't as open as Ashe and Tyler seemed to be about it.

Ashe raised an eyebrow but Tyler leaned over, whispering something in her ear.

“Oh I see! You two are a thing! But shy. Got it. How cute.” Ashe squealed slightly. “Nothing to be embarrassed about it.”

“You're one to talk! It took you guys forever to admit you liked each other, longer still to be comfortable. It took us all to bring you together.” Ami lamented from the side.

Pyrrha chuckled as she saw Ashe's face burn red in embarrassment. She was about to make a comment when her eyes widened. In a blur of movement, the long metal box in her hand had unfolded, growing into a powerful metal recurve bow. Meanwhile, her other hand had opened up the tube, and pulled out a small tube. A press of a button and it had extended into an arrow, was nocked, and fired at Ami before Pyrrha had realized she was holding her breath.

The arrow whizzed through the air with shocking speed, straight towards Ami. Before Pyrrha would even react to the sudden attack, Ami's hand shot up and caught the arrow with a frown.

“Rude.” There was a crack and Ami was standing next to Ashe, handing her the arrow back. “Don't waste your ammo before a fight.” She scolded, flicking Ashe on the forehead.

Sighing, she ruffled Ashe's hair. “Good luck to both teams!” She said, calling over her shoulder. She turned back to Tyler and Ashe for a moment. “Jaune's not a proper student, so don't go overboard. This is just training and we don't want any accidents. I'll be watching, but I trust you guys to be smart out there.” Looking over her shoulder at him, she smiled warmly before turning back to her sister and her partner. “But don't underestimate him either. That Arc family is scary, plus he's had a great teacher. So be on your guard.” She offered, before patting each of them on the shoulder and vanishing with a crack, appearing next to Ali who just handed her back her bowl of popcorn.

“Without further ado, let's start this final round. Jaune, and Pyrrha from team JNPR versus Tyler and Ashe from team BATT.” Glynda announced. “When someone's aura hits the red, they are out and you are not to attack them as they exit the field. If you fall out of bounds you are eliminated. Fight fair, and begin!” She announced.

She was about to wave her crop when Ashe's hand shot up.

“Wait! I almost forgot.”

With a sly smirk at Tyler, she suddenly handed Tyler her bow to hold before she took off her jacket. This left her in just a tank top. She wasn't done though. Reaching down, she quickly undid her belt before tossing it on her jacket. Reaching down she began to undo her boots as well.

There was a wolf whistle from the audience, but a sudden glare from Ali sent a shiver down the audience. Suddenly no one wanted to make any jokes.

Jaune was looking away, feeling a little uncomfortable about his opponent stripping in front of him.

Pyrrha was confused and slightly embarrassed as well.

Tyler was just unabashedly staring at his girlfriend, transfixed by her gaze as she smirked at him, one hand on her hip as her shoes joined her belt and jacket.

“Take off your belt.” She said with a wink. “Or do you need help?”

Jaune covered his flushed face, Pyrrha gasped in shock.

There was a crack and Ami was standing next to Ashe snickering. “You're having too much fun. Stop teasing Tyler, and it looks like Jaune and Pyrrha are about to pass out.” She scolded, still snickering at her sister's antics. Ashe could be a flirt with Tyler, but Ami knew it was all talk. She liked to tease him, but both her and Tyler were taking things slow.

Ami handed Ashe a pair of sneakers as she gathered up her clothes, and took the belt a still blushing Tyler had offered her.

“Why the outfit change?” Pyrrha had asked, thoroughly confused and embarrassed by the actions. Judging by Glynda's expression, she was also looking for a proper explanation for the unneeded delay.

“We're up against Pyrrha Nikos. I'm not sure that wearing metal is our best bet. I just forgot to remove it before hand.” She explained honestly. Looking over at Tyler, she saw he had recovered his composure, though he still seemed a bit tired of feeling flustered. She mouthed an honest “I'm sorry.” to him. Maybe she had taken it too far, but her sister had a bit of a bad influence on her.

The second Glynda's crop was lowered an arrow whizzed through the air, bouncing harmlessly off Pyrrha's shield. It seemed this was going to be a fast paced fight. She was about to step forward, when Jaune suddenly shoved her backwards, bringing his shield up. A moment later the arrow she had forgotten exploded into a small ball of flames. Pyrrha hid slightly behind Jaune, bracing him against the explosion. A second later she was at his side again, her shield raised. “What was that!?”

Jaune smiled apologetically. “I didn't get to explain earlier. Ashe's semblance is fire. She can set herself or anything she touches on fire and manipulate the flames of it to an extent. There's some limitations but she's dangerous! Her arrows aren't normal arrows.” Jaune offered.

Pyrrha was a bit intimidated, she had to admit. She wasn't expecting that. Combined with Tyler's ability to sap the heat from what he touches and freeze things solid, they were a dangerous pair.

“I really wish I knew my semblance right about now.” Jaune offered with a nervous laugh in his voice.

Pyrrha smirked. “We won't need it.”

Jaune tightened his grip on his sword. “I hope you're right. You focus on Ashe, I can't keep up with her range. I'll try to take Tyler.” He offered.

Pyrrha nodded. His plan was simple, but solid. That was one many aspects of potential she saw in Jaune. While fighting technique may not come naturally to him as it did to her, his battle instinct was rather sharp. He learned from his mistakes quickly and could find a strategy to face a new threat. This had kept Pyrrha on her toes while training, forcing her to keep changing to avoid him adapting to her, though her experience and talent kept her with the upper-hand. For once though, she was glad it was on her side. They may need it in this battle if they wanted to win.

Pyrrha switched to her rifle and fired shots off at Ashe, separating her from Tyler as Jaune closed the distance to him. Ashe was quick with her bow, and the arrows were a live threat until they exploded, meaning Pyrrha had to stay on her guard. The arrows were metal, but she couldn't properly manipulate them with the speed they were being fired, so she'd have to face them without her semblance.

Deflecting arrows and guarding against their explosions would only last so long, so Pyrrha rushed forward. She was relying on her agility to close the gap, as she narrowly dodged arrow after arrow, continuing to move so they couldn't catch her in their explosion.

At last she had managed to close the gap, when she saw her chance. Bashing up with her shield, she deflected Ashe's bow upwards, spinning the girl around. She struck out with her sword, but was surprised to find it collide against a staff.

Ashe smirked, as her bow finished transforming into a long bo-staff. She swung her staff around, slamming Pyrrha in the side of the head with it and forced Pyrrha to back up.

Pyrrha winced, having been caught off guard by the transformation. It seems the fight wouldn't be easy close up either. Glancing over, she saw Jaune was struggling against his own opponent.

Jaune and Tyler circled around each other. Both guys were sporting a sword and shield, though Tyler's was a bit different. His sword was froze solid, extending it's reach and size, and his shield was a small metal buckler that was also frozen, expanding it's range.

Jaune knew he had to be careful. If he touched Tyler's ice for too long, it could begin to freeze him too. That was what had done the damage to Pyrrha's weapons. Luckily his sword had no moving parts, and his shield was only useful extended at the moment so he wasn't too concerned about that.

Letting out a yell, he dashed forward.

“Come!” Tyler said with a grin. Jaune was a pretty good friend to him, so he was excited to fight with him. But that didn't mean he was going to take it easy on him. This was supposed to be practice after all.

Tyler met Jaune's blow with his own, and soon they were trading slashes. Tyler was more experienced than Jaune was, so he was dictating the flow of the battle. Still, he had to admit he was impressed with Jaune's growth. He certainly wasn't someone he could brush off. Still, Tyler wouldn't lose.

Ducking one of Jaune's swing, Tyler swiped his frozen sword at Jaune's feet.

Jaune was caught off by the strange action, but when he tried to rush forward, he stumbled and fell forward.

His right foot had been frozen solid on the ground. He barely had time to bring his shield up as Tyler's swipe slammed into it.

Jaune flew backwards, slamming into the ground as his frozen foot kept him rooted in place and had caused him to arc and land on his back.

“Pyrrha!” He called out, knowing he needed help if he was going to avoid being eliminated right then and there. “Pass!” He called out.

Pyrrha hopped backwards, dodging another arrow as she knew what he was saying. It had only taken a moment for her to notice his foot and realize his strategy.

Firing off a few rounds with her spear, she forced Ashe to back up before she switched to a spear and launched it at her, knocking the hot head back.

Turning with a powerful spin, she launched her shield like a discus, as it soared across the arena. It slammed into the ice around Jaune's foot, shattering it before ricocheting into Tyler.

Jaune caught it, and threw it back towards her to the best of his ability. Luckily her semblance let her correct his slightly off course throw. She focused on her spear, sending it back towards her but it was going to be too slow.

Ashe was back on her feet and aiming an arrow at Pyrrha's defenseless form. As she was about to fire her arrow, she failed to notice Jaune approaching. He had realized what situation Pyrrha would have ended up in after throwing both her shield and spear, so he had started running to intercept.

Jaune slammed into her side with his shield, knocking her over.

Running back to his partner, he took a guard next to her. “You okay?”

Pyrrha smiled. “Thanks for covering me.”

Jaune smirked. “You saved me first. I would have been out.”

“Then it's goo-”

“Ashe! Now!” Tyler's voice rang out.

Looking over, they saw Tyler kneeling on the ground, both palms planted on the ground. Between them was a large ice dust crystal. An icy mist was flowing out from his hands as you could see the aura around his hands pulsing.

Ashe stood up, smirking. Leave it to her partner. With a massive jump, she did a large back flip, landing perched on Tyler's back like a bird.

Bracing himself for the impact of Ashe on his back. At the moment she landed, he slammed his hands down on the ice crystal.

There was a massive cloud of dust that exploded out from them, obscuring the area in a mist.

Jaune and Pyrrha coughed, swiping away the dust around them. They tried to move to find a clean spot but found they both had their feet frozen to the ground. In fact, the entire ground had been frozen solid in an instant.

Immediately Jaune slammed his sword into Pyrrha's feet beginning to chip the ice away as Pyrrha fired a few rounds towards Jaune's. They had to be free soon.

“Stay together!” Jane called out from the stands.

“You can do it!” Ruby called out eagerly.

Yang raised an eyebrow. “That was a lot of ice.”

Weiss nodded. “That was rather impressive, it seems his semblance is very powerful when combined with Ice Dust.” Weiss explained. It was a bit similar to her semblance with dust, but his seemed to be on a different level, though she had a feeling he would be out of luck when it came to other types of dust.

“But it's not without cost.” Blake noted, gesturing to the screen. Tyler's aura had dipped significantly when he used that move. “That takes a lot of trust in your teammate to use that. It leaves you vulnerable.” She remarked.

Jaune and Pyrrha were free soon enough, but it was too slow. Ashe was already sprinting towards them, her feet blazing. She stepped with enough force, and combined the the fire surrounding her feet, the ice melted and cracked instantly underneath her steps, allowing her to roam free.

Jaune and Pyrrha tried to stay together, but their feet were slipping and sliding on the ice, it was impossible to get any sort of solid footing on the floor of ice.

“Pyrrha, block!” Jaune called out but Ashe was too quick.

A flying kick from the raven haired girl sent Pyrrha flying and sliding across the ice towards the edge of the arena.

Jaune turned to try and help her, but noticed Tyler and barely had time to throw up his guard.

Every time Tyler stepped, his foot would freeze slightly to the ice, keeping him solid in place, before he'd free himself when he needed to take another step.

Jaune managed to block the hit, but he was still sliding backwards.

Desperate to stop her momentum, Pyrrha jammed her sword in the ground, holding onto it for dear life.

She saw Ashe aiming at her with her bow again, and she knew she was in trouble. With a wave of her hand and a massive effort, she unleashed her semblance. At the last moment, Ashe's bow aimed downwards as her arrow exploded in front of her, sending her sliding backwards.

Pyrrha quickly scrambled towards the spot of melted ice from the explosion. Back on solid footing she saw Jaune struggling against Tyler.

“Jaune! Touchdown!” She called out, firing a few rounds at Tyler to force him to back off for a moment.

Jaune was hesitant, but knew the situation was desperate. Raising his sword with both hands, he slammed it down onto the ground with all the force he could muster.

While not nearly as impressive as he had seen Yatsuhashi do before, it did it's job. The ice in the area around him cracked and shattered from the sheer force of his aura-infused strike.

But that meant he was still trapped to this small circle.

Pyrrha wanted to help him out more, but she saw Ashe approaching. She knew if they continued to fight separately they might lose. The arena was no longer fair game, and both of them had great control of their semblances, something that had been missing from her fight with team CRDL.

Struggling to guard against Tyler's continued onslaught, Jaune was thinking the same thing. “Client 1! Finish this order then move on.” Jaune called out.

Pyrrha understood his plan, thankful they knew each other well enough to understand the coded call outs with no real planning.

Spinning around, she hurled her shield again at Ashe who was readying an arrow. The shield and arrow collided mid air, exploding directly in front of Ashe. Ashe stumbled backwards, trying to regain her composure. She quickly knocked another arrow, but failed to notice Pyrrha's glowing shield slam into her from the side as Pyrrha manipulated it with her semblance. In a panic it had set off Ashe's arrow yet again, sending her flying even farther away, her bow sliding away from her.

Zooming towards it's owner, Pyrrha's shield flew towards her as she sprinted towards Tyler. This was their chance.

Jaune parried Tyler's strike, knocking his sword up. Tyler wasn't done though. His hand shot out and grabbed Jaune's that was holding his shield. With a release of his semblance, Jaune's hand began to freeze over.

Desperate, Jaune ripped his hand free, but that had meant he had to let go of his shield. His shield clattered across the arena, leaving him with just his sword.

Tyler was about to flash out with a strike when he felt Pyrrha's sword cut across his back. His aura had absorbed the blow, but it had hurt. He swung around with a strike towards Pyrrha, but she blocked it with her shield.

He brought his shield up to block Jaune's counter, throwing a kick towards Pyrrha. He swung back with momentum towards Jaune with his sword, but was surprised to see Jaune holding Pyrrha's shield as he blocked his attack before Pyrrha's kick connect to his side.

Soon Tyler was completely overwhelmed. Pyrrha and Jaune were flanking him, trading blows when he tried to focus on the other. Periodically they would pass Pyrrha's shield back and forth, blocking strikes as they whittled down his aura quickly.

Ashe screamed for him, but she couldn't get there fast enough. The two explosions had hurt her more than she was expecting and it took her too long to recover.

Desperate, he had caught Pyrrha's shield mid-air, but it was too late. Both Jaune and Pyrrha struck down with a blow as the buzzer rang out. Falling to his knees, he stared at the ground. Tyler's aura had dropped into the red.

Immediately Jaune and Pyrrha both stepped back, breathing heavily. Tyler was eliminated, and they wanted to make sure he could leave safely.

Tyler forced himself to his feet as he began to stumble towards the stairs off the platform. His shoulders drooped and his face was cast in shadow. He barely looked at Ashe as he passed her. The ears on his head drooped low in shame.

“Tyler... are you okay? I'm sorry.” She stammered out. That's when she saw it.

Tyler had sniffled and offered her a heart-breaking smile. “I guess I wasn't good enough. Do your best.”

He said as he staggered down the stairs. Ami had appeared with a crack, quickly throwing her arm around him and helping him. She could only imagine how he must be taking the defeat.

That's when the murmurs started.

“He lost to Jaune.”

“Jaune isn't even a student.”

“Pyrrha was busy with the girl most of the time.”

“I guess the ice was just for show.”

“How weak.”

“He's just a Fannus after all.”

“I hope I get matched against them in the festival.”

Tyler's form seemed to droop even more. His girlfriend's fist clenched at her side as she saw her precious partner walk away so defeated.

Jaune and Pyrrha were both panting, feeling bad. Those watching didn't understand. Tyler had been a serious threat. That wasn't something to brush off. Jaune knew he couldn't have won on his own.

“Good fight!” Jane called out hoarsely, feeling awful for the boy walking away.

“Poor girl. She can do so much bette-” The murmur was cut off by an explosion.

The wall of the room now had a massive crater in it as Ali stood there, her fist still lodged in it. She was breathing heavily, as if restraining herself as she glared at the audience. “One. More. Word. I dare you.” She sounded out, causing everyone to instantly shut up. Surprisingly, Alice moved over to Ali and put a hand on her shoulder, calming the girl ever so slightly.

Alice knew Tyler and Ashe trained as hard as Jaune and Pyrrha. While Tyler had more practical experience than Jaune, he had grown up mostly alone before he had met Ashe when they were younger. Ali had grown to care for the boy like a little brother, and Alice could sympathize with what she must be feeling.

Jaune and Pyrrha were suddenly aware of the temperature of the room spiking. It felt like they had entered a sauna.

“Please keep all comments respectful.” Glynda ordered to the audience. “Now then, the match isn't over. Resume!”

Jaune and Pyrrha stood next to each other, looking at Ashe. Looking carefully, they saw she was practically shaking. Scratch that, she was visibly shaking in anger.

“Pyrrha. Be careful. When it comes to Tyler, Ashe ca-”

He was cut off as he saw her throw something in the air, before dashing forward, and explosion of fire propelling her at a fast speed.

They were caught off guard as she suddenly appeared between them, hand spread wide. Her usual playful smirk was gone, a deathly serious gaze in her eyes.

Practically in slow motion, Pyrrha and Jaune turned their heads as they saw what she had thrown up before falling between them. It was a large dust crystal. Fire dust.

They both barely had time to raise their shields before she slammed it between her two fists.

The three students were suddenly surrounded in a massive ball of flame, Pyrrha and Jaune rocketing out of it away from each other. Both of them had been scorched in the explosion a little.

Ashe hadn't emerged unharmed from it either, but she dashed towards the now isolated Jaune. Her semblance proved a useful shield to flames, albeit not perfect. Drawing her bow, she fired 2 arrows behind her, one being blocked by Pyrrha's shield but the second one hit the ground next to her, sending her flying farther away.

She turned back to Jaune but Jaune was already desperate to counter attack, terrified of the huntress going after him.

He swung his sword, and managed to knock her weapon away.

“That's it! Keep her unarmed! You can finish this!” Alice called out victoriously.

Ali, though still murderous, was a little calmer next to her. “You know, Ashe has received a lot of hand to hand training. Almost an unhealthy amount.”

Alice faltered. “From you?”

Ali shook her head, gesturing to where Ami was consoling Tyler. “My sister.”

Alice felt her stomach drop. “Jaune! Run! You can't beat her unarmed.” She changed her mind.

Both of the twins were strong huntresses in their own right. While she often fought with Ali, Ami was one person she refused to fight in hand to hand combat. While she wasn't very powerful from a range, Alice had never seen Ami lose in a fist fight. No Grimm who had met her daggers ever survived. If she had been training Ashe, who may not be a prodigy like she was, Jaune was not prepared. He had learned only the basics of hand to hand, as Grimm weren't very big users of fisticuffs.

Jaune had gotten the message too slow though.

Jaune still hadn't recovered his shield, too distracted by Tyler's exit to move towards it. He swung his sword, but Ashe caught his wrist. Turning, raising and slamming it down onto her shoulder Jaune let out a gasp of pain as he dropped the sword. His wrist was burning in pain, and if he didn't have his aura he was pretty sure his wrist would have just been broken.

Following through, she flipped him over her shoulder. Raising her leg straight up, she slammed it down in a flaming Axe kick.

Barely managing to roll and avoid the kick, he felt her grab his collar.

Ashe ripped him up off the ground, before slamming her fist into his gut. Two kick jabs to his chest, followed by a hook to his chin which left him dazed. She circle stepped around him, hiding behind him as she saw Pyrrha ready her rifle but but she was unable to get a clean shot with Jaune between them.

Ashe's hand began to glow red hot as she glared at Jaune, a murderous look in her eyes.

She placed her hand against his chest plate.

“Jaune!” Pyrrha called out desperately.

Instantly, the experienced huntresses in the room knew what would happen.

“Ashe!” Glynda scolded raising her crop.

Alice had leaned forward, a pissed off look on her face. Before she could propel herself forward, Ami had appeared in front of her, a hand on her shoulder. “Wait.”

Ali herself grabbed one of the crystals hanging around her neck, but Tyler spoke up.

“Ashe! Stop.” He called out in a hoarse voice.

Ashe's eyes widened as her thoughts cleared up. The glow on her hand faded significantly before she spun around, throwing Jaune as a massive explosion emitted from her glowing hand.

Jaune rocketed across the arena as the buzzer sounded. He sailed off the platform, but Alice appeared in his path and caught him safely. Glancing up at the screen she saw his aura was still safely in the red. The explosion had been scaled back enough.

Ashe snapped her head back to look at Pyrrha, who was also staring at her.

Pyrrha knew that the situation was dangerous. Both of their aura's were low after this long drawn out fight. But Ashe reminded her of Yang, and she had a feeling even if Ashe was a little more level headed she was still pissed off. Her powers would be peaking at the moment, and she wasn't sure if she could handle her for long. Pyrrha never had explosive force, rather relying on skillful blows to win fights, and as Ashe had seemingly discarded her weapon and was void of metal, her semblance wasn't going to help her out either.

She dashed forward, firing off a few rounds from her rifle to keep her back.

Ashe dodged from side to side as she closed the gap, keeping her arms tucked close. Her right hand glowed as she threw a punch. It connected with Pyrrha's shield, and the explosion sent it flying away.

Pyrrha didn't have time to call it back to her as Ashe kept up her onslaught.

Using her semblance as much as she was was a risk. There was a definite blow-back every time she released a burst of flames from her hands and she was going to feel it tomorrow.

Pyrrha winced as she felt another punch connect to her side. This girl hit very hard.

Knowing the fight was reaching it's climax, Pyrrha knew it would end soon. Both of their aura levels were reaching the end as well.

Separating, they stared each other down. Neither wanted to disappoint their teammates who were watching eagerly from the sidelines.

Ashe clenched her fists as they glowed a bright red.

Pyrrha reached out her hand as she backed up, preparing her last plan.

Ashe rushed forward again, the temperature of the room rising as she prepared for the strike.

At the last moment, Pyrrha stepped around her. As expected, Ashe was ready for that. She spun out with a glowing backhand, it heading straight for Pyrrha's face. At the last moment, it collided with something hard as the explosion rang out, causing her to stumble backwards.

Pyrrha stood, bracing herself behind Jaune's glowing black shield. She had moved it to block Ashe's attack at the last moment. Summoning all the strength she had left, she let out a pulse of magnetism as she repelled the shield with all she could.

The shield shot away from her, slamming into Ashe. Off balance, Ashe couldn't properly react and the shield rocketed her backwards, sending her sliding off the edge of the platform.

As she hit the floor the buzzer rang out.

“Match over! Victory goes to Jaune and Pyrrha!” Glynda announced.

Ashe stood up from the ground, in shock. She had lost. She began to walk around the arena, but soon Tyler met her halfway.

She stared at him through frustrated tears, disappointed she couldn't finish up the victory. Tyler just smiled and pulled her into a tight hug, wallowing in a similar frustration. Still, it had just been a practice match.

The audience erupted into cheers and applause. Both Tyler and Ashe started clapping for Jaune and Pyrrha who were both now up on the stage, smiling. After a moment they turned to their opponents and called them back up on the stage with them. “Great fight. That was very close.” Pyrrha offered, clapping for them as they joined them up there.

“Thanks for letting me live my dream of fighting as a huntsmen.” Jaune said a bit nervously.

Ashe sighed and rolled her eyes, her tail flicking behind her. “You two are too nice to stay mad at.”

Tyler just smiled and fist bumped Jaune.

Glynda smiled despite herself and addressed everyone. “With that, classes are officially done. You all are free until the festival, I suggest you begin making sure you have everything prepared, reflect on what you learned today, and rest up. Dismissed!” She said, turning back to the quartet. “That was certainly an interesting match to end the day on. I'm glad that none of you were seriously injured. Now then, please clear the stage so we can return this room to normal.” She said, shooing them away.

The group made their way to the rest of team RWBY and JNPR as Glynda began to clean up the stage.

“That was amazing!” Ruby gushed. “You were all so cool! First Tyler was like 'FWOOSH' and everything was frozen. But then Jaune was like 'AUGH' and broke the ice.”

Next to her Nora was grinning. “But Pyrrha was the coolest. When she was dodging the arrows?”

Yang walked over, throwing an arm over Jaune's shoulder. “It seems my fellow blondie has really grown. You were holding your own out there.”

Jaune just stammered. “Pyrrha did most of the work. I just tried to survive.”

“You did great.” Ashe said, her tail suddenly lowering. “I'm sorry I kinda lost it there. I don't like seeing Tyler disappointed like that.” She muttered, her tail wrapping around Tyler's leg as he grabbed her hand. “I didn't mean to almost hurt you. Honest.”

Jaune shook his head. “It's okay. I'm sorry all the students were like that. I thought you guys were scary as hell up there.”

Ashe just laughed, letting out a sigh of relief that he wasn't mad. She really hadn't want to hurt her friend, she can just get a little ahead of herself in fights.

Soon the group of students had started dissecting the match, bickering about who did what.

Jaune tugged on Pyrrha's hand. “Can you follow me for a second?” He whispered to her.

Nodding curiously, Pyrrha excused them from the group and moved off to the side a little. “What is it Jaune? I thought you fought admirably.”

Jaune just stared at her, a complex series of emotions crossing his face.

“Jaune? If something is wrong you can talk to me you know.”

“Pyrrha.” Jaune started out. He took a deep breath. “Pyrrha, would you go out with me tomorrow night?” He said, staring at her nervously. “As my girlfriend.”

Pyrrha just stared at him in utter shock. So they were going to be a couple? She had kinda hoped they were, but neither of them seemed to be willing to ask if it was official.

Her pause made Jaune's heart race. “I mean, I know it's bad timing you have the festival in a few days. You should be with your team. I just thought that maybe... er... so-” He was cut off as Pyrrha slammed into him. He felt her lips press against his as she kissed him.

This had effectively cut off all conversation from their friends as they turned to stare at the pair with a range of expressions from scandalized to amused. Yang let out a wolf whistle and Jane was fervently taking pictures.

Ashe leaned over to Tyler. “I feel like they're just rubbing it in now.” She muttered, her tail anxiously behind her. She turned her head when she didn't get a response from him, surprised when she suddenly felt his lips on hers. She melted into the kiss for a moment, before he pulled back, and moved her in front of him, wrapping his arms around her waist possessively.

Ashe just giggled at her boyfriend's antics. She leaned her head back into his shoulder, they could let Arkos have the moment.

Pyrrha realized she had an audience and quickly stepped back, flushed red still. “In case you couldn't tell, I would love to go out with you tomorrow. On a date.” She said, embarrassed at her own words.

Pyrrha suddenly staggered as Jane slammed into her from the side, before staggering the other way as Nora slammed into her from the other side.

“It finally happened!” They cheered in unison.

Ren walked over putting his hand on Jaune's shoulder. “Congratulations.”

Jaune just grinned, blushing slightly.

Soon the older siblings joined the group, mercilessly teasing their respective younger siblings.

“Well we'll have a truce today. Come on, we're taking you all out for lunch.” Ali said, glancing over at Alice.

“Yeah so hit the showers. We're leaving in thirty minutes, our treat.” Alice said, letting her grudge go with Ali. Today was a day to celebrate, both her brother finally officially getting together with Pyrrha, and all their hard work for the Vytal festival.

The group cheered and moved to go freshen up and change for the surprise treat.

As Pyrrha waved goodbye to Jaune and walked towards the women's showers she couldn't help the smile on her face.

Her heart was soaring, it had finally happened. Jaune and herself were officially a couple. Even if they had already sort of been one, it was out and public. Pyrrha couldn't feel happier, they could be eliminated in the first round of the festival and she'd still be riding high.

Pyrrha couldn't find the words to express how happy she felt about meeting Jaune, and that he ended up becoming such a large part of her life. She knew she would cherish every memory she had made with him so far, and looked forward to making many more with him. Wherever her life lead her, down whatever path may come, she knew she would be fine with it if she could walk it with Jaune.

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I’m really really sorry for the delay with this chapter. As some of you may know I entered an art contest mid February. It was a really important chance (that I totally screwed up) and I wanted to try and do it right. So I wasn’t able to do much writing. I was able to sit down and write a prompt or two that was in my head, but this chapter took pretty much all of today for me to write and I couldn’t really do that before. But the contest is over, and I will likely be able to power out the remaining chapters in this story before I find a parttime job and start my new courses. This also means I have plenty of free time to finish up the prompts that are still sitting in my inbox.

I really am sorry for how long this took, and I hope the length made up for it. Thank you for all the kind words you’ve sent me, and I hope you have a wonderful freaking day! :D

#arkos #MechanicAU #Jaune Arc #pyrrha nikos #team jnpr #Team RWBY #lie ren #nora valkyrie #MY OCs #tyler #Ashe #My favorite dorks

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