#That was a choice I made before I decided to ship her with him

[ubejamjar]

My two favorite portraits that no one ever sees because I always forget to save gearset after—*checks notes*—changing my socks.

[dykedvonte]

wanted to say I appreciate your nuanced takes on MW and especially Curly. i don't get the claim that the fandom is full of Curly apologists when majority (esp yt and tiktok) say he's worse than Jimmy. Yes there's commentary about bro culture defending people, he def messed up in trying to placate Jimmy (tbh "we'll fix this" sounded more like trying to keep someone prone to outbursts like Jim calm and not hurt Anya/himself) but I don't think he did nothing to help Anya, since she continued to confide in him and he had less than a week to resolve it before the crash (I also don't get everyone saying he knew for ages when it seems like Anya told him that same week). I get Jimmy's a pos but saying stuff like Curly should've known he'd crash the ship or that Jim had a criminal record he ignored, reducing them to obviously horrible villain and willfully ignorant sidekick feels like a disservice to the game. If your best friend turned out to be horrible, what would you do in a confined space in the span of a few days to respond? I'd say some of the horror comes from trying to do good but ultimately failing, Curly's state after the crash is meant to be tragic horror not revenge/punishment

Thank you and this is what I want to get across.

A lot of information we have to supplement when it comes to how long things have been happening on this current ship. I think people try to add on to the horror and negligence by making things more obvious so it can feel like it was easier to avoid when, true to life, its not. Jimmy clearly didn't deserve or appreciate what Curly did for him in getting him the job, but do you think if Jimmy was that big of a menace on Earth he would've given him a position where he could have that level of power over people's lives? There's something in the fact he specifically chose to pick a position so close to himself where he could watch Jimmy.

I hate the bro code argument because that is a whole can of worms people really don't get. That sort of mentality is born from the general respect and preference of male matter over female ones. Curly is clearly not that guy, he is absent minded about the issue and inadvertently dismissive but he clearly believes Anya, he just can't understand what she's going through. It's an onslaught of information that no one really reacts right to. Additonally, the entire discussion of her assualt plays to heavy into the idea that there is fault outside of the perpertratior when it comes to SA. It's too close if she only did this or if Curly had protected her better but the fact of the matter is Jimmy did what he did. He did it before any of the conversations with Anya about it and it's why her behavior seemed to change so drastically in those last two days.

He has other conflicting thought and while his role as a Captain should've taken over, people act like it's not a very human thing to have such a toxic presence cloud your judgement. It is never easy to separate friend from coworker once that connection is formed, you want to help them, especially if they were friend first and for a long while like in this case. It's not right, but people act like it would be easy when the game clearly points out that no choice is easy to make, especially when you have to make it for more than one person. You have the weigh the consequences, look at all the options and make a plan. People can headcanon and decide how long things where happening, but if we look at what we were presented through the characters eyes, the only person given time to do that was Jimmy.

He waited two months after the crash to appoint himself Captain. Every time a problem was brought up he immediately took action and refused to sit on it and find a better solution. I think it's important to look at the warped way Jimmy takes initiative where Curly didn't as it works as a good contrast of why you don't just run in to "fix" things. The quickest and easiest option may not be the safest or most beneficial. I think some thoughts on the game suffer from the black and white thinking the game doesn't operate on along with us being voyeurs. We see what exactly led to what but the characters don't. They don't have the hindsight and foresight we do and even ours is scrambled by the non-linear story telling.

Like it's hard to talk abuou those grey zones without sounding like an apologist because you're explaining why taking responsibility isn't easy. It's not and it's weird to act like it would be in a scenerio that led up to the events of the game knowing what we know. We see all these characters in such isolated moments with various things before, in between, after and even during we aren't privy too. The idea that Jimmy is worse than Curly heavily banks on the words Jimmy was saying to Jimmy before he crashed the ship. That whatever happened on the ship was his responsibility to bare, which is true due to his position. But, are they not still not responsible for taking the actions Curly then must bare?

Like i feel like people think that these are situation that become easier with age or when you are in a postion of authority and they aren't. You don't lose your biases or gain some sudden knowledge that makes it easier. It just becomes more tiring as you keep dealing with it. I would be first in line to say Curly fucked up and should've done more but the idea he knew how bad it could get or he really saw the worst in the people around him and ignored it pretty much ignores a huge aspect of his character and the game.

[hoodedjelly]

my Jenny, Tuck, Brad, Shelden, and Vega older designs ^__^

i'm watching mlaatr, still not done, i think i got like 10 more eps (and if i'm being transparent i skipped around eps... i just wanted to see vega...). And i'm absolutely loving the show!!!! i love these characters a lot, didn't like Shelden at first i'm going to be honest, #1 Shelden hater for a bit there. but he chilled out in season two and i started to ship breldon with that too so now i just love him so much.

more about my personal headcanons:

Jenny: - I am under the belief that she is transgender. Jenny was made genderless, so her deciding to be a girl was strictly her choice and i believe that makes her trans. (She's also a lesbian) - she did grow a bit, im not gonna explain how idc really i just liked her being a taller lady :-) - she has A LOT of different cute outfits and hair styles, honestly too much to draw. she never transforms back into her base show outfit when crime fighting, she just fights in her cute summer dress she don't care. - her and vega are dating grrgrgrrrr - when vega is in rule she makes it so there is complete free access between earth and cluster prime for citizens in both places. - I say that cause i think when jenny is older she moves in with vega, technically living in cluster prime but visits earth like everyday. And brad/shelby/tucker/wakeman visit cluster prime - Jenny also hangs out with the nicktoons unite gang, but i deffo feel like its just that secondary friend group that you don't talk to with for months. when you talk again its the same goofiness as before - i think danny calls for her help when he needs it (also manny) Tuck: - he is still a little shit but we love him - adhd boy - questioning cis (he/him) - he got into robotics/stem and builds little silly things - with that, he gets help from Shelby - pretty much just a silly teen, he's on the internet a lot and has "cringe" interests - but idk he's having fun and being silly and finding himself (those interests is stuff like sonic and among us) Shelden(Shelby) - honestly kinda nervous about ppl thoughts on my Shelden, idk it makes so much sense in my brain - hits you with the transfem beam (she/they) Pansexual (she just wants anyone type of vibe) - I think when jenny is visiting vega often that leaves Shelby and Brad hanging out alone a lot. which they don't mind honestly, they are actually good friends! - but during that they just get closer and start catching feelings. Shelby eventually lets go of her feelings about jenny and realizes they were a real jerk and weirdo to her. brad helps them through that and eventually her realizing she's trans. blah blah they in love and kiss at some point. - Shelby is also a furry lmaooo her fursona is a cat.

Brad: - bisexual cis man (he/him) - Still his old brad self if i'm being honest. - totally forgot to say i think all 3 of them go off to college together (even though jenny doesn't have to i feel like she would prob want to just for the experience, but tell me if you think differently i'm still unsure) - i really don't know what else to say sorry brad! he's literally just as silly as ever man. he's just also gay - i will say here i feel it takes a lot longer for shelby and brad to start dating then jenny and vega. they got that slow burn kinda shit going on, since a lot of that is shelby being confused about her feelings. and jenny and vega just hit it off right away if im being honest, very high school sweethearts. - (also i think shelby makes brad make a fursona to match hers, so brad got a dog fursona)

Vega: - Lesbian cis (she/her) - That ending of her just ruling cluster prime was just so crazy to me cause like, aint she like 16? - i think she has a lot of stressed nights and fearing she's not doing the right thing for her people, and jenny tries to help as much she can - that is why jenny visits so much, she wants to help her. - very much got those nights were she accidently falls asleep at her desk, jenny finding her and giving her a blanket and a kiss goodnight - it's not like she's unhappy, she is actually very very passionate about her work and wants to NOT be like her mom - and yeah she deffo goes to robo therapy for the stuff with her mom. - i think it's a conflict where vega is scared her mom is gonna come back and jenny has to reassure her that if she does they'll get rid of her for good.

imma be honest a lot of my hcs are pretty half-baked and random things, im sure im going to think of more stuff in the future but that will be in different posts.

[unearthly-doting]

yandere farmer

a/n: smth smth i Really like people w southern accents smth smth so here's a farmer. im not 100% satisfied w this one but it's been in my drafts for so long so here it is.

warnings: mdni, not proofread, yandere content, gn reader, male yandere, idk how cars work so, overprotective behavior, obsessive behavior, reader has hair in this sorry if u dont, murder, brief mention of vomit, non-con kissing, mild depictions of gore, choking, i think that's it??

— maybe it's a bit cliché but life in the big city was exhausting, and all you wanted to do was get away from it all. it was a bit sudden, deciding you wanted to uproot your entire life and start somewhere new, but you knew that this is exactly what you needed.

— and it's not as if you weren't going into this blind. a friend of yours had a family vacation home in a small farm town that hadn't been used in years, and they were willing to let you stay there until you could find a place of your own.

— you had everything planned out. you had enough money on you for gas and food for the drive there, and you had already had some of your stuff shipped off to your new temporary home, so you didn't have to worry about leaving anything behind. you even kept a little extra money on you in case you needed to crash at a motel.

— the drive had started off fine. traffic wasn't too bad as you left the city, and there were no major setbacks until you were almost at your destination. when you were 20 miles out from the farmer town you'd be living in, your car just suddenly died on you. it still had gas in the tank, and there didn't seem to be anything wrong with the car itself, it just… died.

— what's worse is the fact that your phone had no service. you suppose that's not too shocking, considering how far out in the country you are, but it's a bit shocking, isn't it? you're not that educated on farming life or this small town, but surely they had modern technology, right?

— it's cliché, honestly. it felt like the start of some cheap slasher. or maybe a southern christmas romance movie. you're not quite sure which would be worse. the slasher, realistically. whatever, you're getting off track.

— the point is, your car is dead, your phone is useless, and it's starting to get dark. you could probably make it to that motel you saw a few miles back, but you didn't really feel comfortable leaving your car out here alone. not to mention you're not even sure if you have enough money on you to cover one night at a motel.

— the universe, in all her mercy, takes pity on you before you can get too upset over your plight, because not even 20 minutes after your car stops, a truck drives by. it's beat up, but it slows to a stop next to your car. the window rolls down, revealing the driver to be a man just a little older than you.

— he asked if you needed help, and offered to tow your car and drive you to town. you didn't have much choice but to agree, and the drive to town was… not as awkward as you thought it would be, actually.

— the man introduced himself as rigby shaw, a farmer that lives on the outskirts of town. you actually drove by his farm maybe 15 miles back, and he had been heading into town to pick up some medication for one of his dogs when he saw you pacing outside your car. in turn, you told him how you were moving into the small town because life in the city had been overwhelming.

— rigby didn't think you'd survive long outside of the city. city folk rarely ever strive in small, out of touch towns, away from modern technology. the small handful that made their way here always went back to the city not even three months into being here, so he didn't expect to see you last long either. you were nicer than most city folk, though.

— but you were determined to make a living out here, so when rigby dropped you off, you got to work immediately. you unpacked your stuff that had been there waiting for you, and in the morning, you got to work trying to fix your car. turns out, your fan belt had somehow come loose just enough that your car could no longer function. why? who knows, maybe the universe was in a silly mood.

— anyways, you settled into the small town life with relative ease, and rigby was very surprised when he returned to town a few weeks later, you were still there. the only thing you were struggling with was finding a job. maybe because he was fascinated by your determination, but rigby ended up offering you a job on his farm. he did need help taking care of the crops and feeding the animals there, but he mostly just wanted to learn more about you.

— you were a fast learner, and his dogs took to you fairly quickly. the cattle and horses were a little less trusting, though that was expected. he's sure they'll take to you soon enough, given how you respect their boundaries and go at their pace unlike his previous farmhands. you had no problem taking on any challenge rigby had set up for you, and maybe that's when he started finding himself thinking about you.

— if he's out in town while you're on the farm, he's worrying that you might get injured without him around. you can take care of yourself, but he can't help but worry. same for when you're in town while he's on the farm. you’re still an outsider there, and he knows that some of the townsfolk may try scaring you off. or maybe they'll try hurting you. or maybe you'll be completely fine and he's just overreacting.

— he starts hovering around you more often when you're on his farm, jumping in to help you whenever he thinks you might be struggling with something. you think he's just worried you might fuck his crops up or something, so you never really pay much mind to his behavior. it only struck you as odd when he insisted on helping you feed the dogs of all things. was he scared you would poison them? you wouldn't, obviously, so you don't know why he'd think that.

— his behavior only seems to escalate when you meet a guy in town one day and start going on casual dates with him. he was… shocked, when you asked to take the day off because of some guy. in the months that you've been living in town, you had never shown any interest in pursuing a romantic relationship with… anyone, truly. you had always seemed so dedicated to working on the farm and making a living for yourself, rigby had never even considered you could want anything other than that.

— at first, he felt disappointed. why would you prioritize dates with some guy when you could be working on the farm with him instead? it took him a bit to realize that disappointment he was feeling was jealousy. he hated when you'd step away from him to accept calls from your new boyfriend. he hated how you stopped eating lunch with him in favor of eating it with your boyfriend.

— your boyfriend wasn't even that great of a guy. rigby did some research on him–it's not stalking, he's just making sure it's safe for you to date this guy!–and he was not pleased with what he found. you could do so much better! you didn't understand why rigby was so interested in your boyfriend, always asking questions about how he treats you, if he's really what you're looking for in a relationship, if you actually loved him…

— you couldn't help but notice how touchy rigby has become as well, his hands always lingering on you far too long when he helps you with your work. you swear that you've heard him smell your hair a few times when he's close as well. he's been acting weird ever since you officially started dating your boyfriend. he's even going as far as to pile more work on top of you, leaving little free time for you to spend with your lover.

— it's gotten unbearable to the point where you decided you ultimately needed to find a new place to work. you liked rigby, he was a great guy with a kind heart, but his behavior was bordering on obsession and you didn't want to enable this behavior by ignoring it. your boyfriend agreed, and with his help, you were able to find a job at the local market in town.

— rigby was not pleased when he heard you on the phone with your lover, talking about how you'd tell him you were quitting after you finished work.

You're not really sure what happened. One moment, you were on the phone with your boyfriend and then the next, you were being hit in the head and everything had gone dark. The sun had only just started setting when you had been knocked out, but it was completely dark outside when you had woken up.

Your head was pounding as you opened your eyes, looking around in an attempt to figure out what the hell had happened to you. You were still on the farm, that much you knew. The first thing that worried you was the fact that your hands were bound to a wooden post, leaving you unable to move without injuring yourself. Your phone was broken on the ground, so it was completely useless.

Did a trespasser knock you out? It's not the first person people have trespassed on the farm, trying to steal the horses or ‘save’ the animals Rigby had. You had assumed that to be the case, because… what else could have happened for you to be tied up like this?

“Rigby?!” You shout his name, wincing at the throbbing in your head as you did so. Was he okay? Was he hurt? What if something happened to him? What if–

Your panicked thoughts get put on pause when a light blinded you, and you shied away from it as best as you could as you tried to figure out its source. It seemed to be a flashlight, and you only realized who was holding it when they got closer.

For a moment, you relaxed at the sight of Rigby, relieved to see he was okay as he approached, though there was something off about him. Maybe it was the fact that he didn't seem injured, yet there was blood on his hands. Or maybe it was the… borderline crazed look in his eyes.

Something wasn't right.

“Rigby…?” You hesitantly called his name, your relief bleeding away into a reluctant unease, “Are you okay? What happened? Why am I tied up?”

His silence did little to help you as he set his flashlight down on the ground and started undoing your binds. Your wrists felt raw as you gently rubbed them once they were free, standing up while Rigby retrieved his flashlight.

“Rigby, what the hell is going on?” You ask, growing frustrated at being left in the dark. You had been knocked out and tied up, so you think you deserve some sort of explanation as to what had happened.

“I have a gift for you.” Rigby says, completely dodging your question as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you after him. His grip was tight, almost bruising as he dragged you along, ignoring you when you asked him to loosen his grip on you. He refused to answer any of your questions, and you were starting to get worried.

You've never been scared of Rigby. Sure, his behavior lately had been concerning, but you had no reason to be scared. But right now, you couldn't help but feel a bit afraid as he led you in the dark. Your concern only grew when you realized he was taking you to the barn the pigs were kept in.

“Will you just tell me what's going on?” Your words fall upon deaf ears as he passes the flashlight to you, motioning for you to take the lead as he opens the barn doors. You hesitate before shining the flashlight in the barn, slowly stepping forward.

Most of the pigs were sleeping in their own separate stalls, a few were watching you and Rigby with indifference as you both stepped deeper into the barn. But two things stood out to you. One, a handful of pigs were nowhere to be seen. Two, there was this weird… squelching sound coming from the back of the barn.

“It's just back there.” Rigby says, his breath hitting the back of your neck and causing you to jump. You hadn't even realized how close he had gotten. You scurry forward just to get some distance. Truthfully, you didn't want to see this ‘gift’ Rigby was talking about, but you knew that you couldn't turn back.

Deep down, you knew something horrible was about to happen. The squelching sound grew louder, and you could hear the sound of chewing along with it. When you looked back at Rigby for some sort of reassurance, he just had this strange smile on his face. It sent a chill down your spine.

And when you hesitantly looked in the last stall at the very back of the barn to see the source of the noise, your ‘gift’, you dropped the flashlight in horror and let out a scream as you stumbled back right into Rigby's arms.

On the ground was your boyfriend's corpse, his face nearly maimed beyond recognition as several pigs chewed at his body. You're lucky you're able to swallow the vomit in your throat as you try to get out of Rigby's hold, looking away from the horrific scene in front of you as you cried.

“Let go of me!” You claw at his arms, but he just holds you tightly against his chest, gently shushing you as he forces you to watch the pigs eat.

“Do you like it?” He asks, completely ignoring your horror, “It wasn't hard getting him to come here. I just told him you had an accident, and suddenly, he was on his way. Isn't that sweet? It's a shame he wasn't stronger… he never would've been able to protect you if someone tried hurting you. But I can, see? I can give you what you deserve.”

You weren't even listening to his deluded words, trying to squirm out of his hold, “You're a fucking monster.” You spit out, a sharp gasp being torn out of your mouth when he shoves you against the wall of the barn, his hand around your throat as he lightly squeezes. A subtle threat, one that had you shutting up.

“I expect some fucking gratitude, you ungrateful brat.” Rigby’s voice is cold, his anger had never been something you'd ever been on the receiving end of, “I did this for you. For us. You should be thanking me.” His hand on your throat tightens, squeezing the air out of your lungs, his gaze hard as he stares at you expectantly.

Desperate for air, you're barely able to wheeze out a small, “Thank you.”

As black spots start to fill your vision, Rigby removes his hand from your neck, and you're able to breathe again. His anger was gone, replaced with delighted satisfaction.

“Of course, darlin’.” He sweetly says, a bloodied hand coming up to gently wipe the tears off your face, “I'd do anything for you. I can provide for you, so just be good for me in return, okay?”

And as he pulls you into a kiss, his lips pressing against yours with a heated desperation, you find yourself missing the city for the first time since you left it.

[bau-muffin]

“Pure Intentions”

Ship: Aaron Hotchner/Reader

Rating: E

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 1,162 Words

Summary: You are an agent who is also spiritual and loves crystals. So, you decide to give your favorite boss man, SSA Aaron Hotchner, black tourmaline.

Hotch really didn’t know why insomnia had chosen to haunt him on a Sunday night, but he felt the full extent of it when he stepped into the bullpen the next morning. He wasn’t really given to vanity, but he felt like his eyebags were eye-totes now, and even though he had downed a cup of coffee before leaving the house, he felt like if he was still for even a second, he’d fall asleep.

Of course the weekend he had off was when his mind barred him from a good night’s rest- the night before work, no less.

He had not been at his desk for more than ten minutes when you bustled into his office, your smile wide as usual despite being almost eight in the morning.

“Good morning! I was going to wait closer to lunch, but then Penelope told me a case came in, so I decided to give this-“ you stopped to actually look at him, and even though an amused smile was pulling at his lips, he looked so exhausted. “I’m so sorry, I should have asked how you were doing first.”

“I’m not sick, just tired,” Hotch said kindly, “what do you have?”

“Black tourmaline! I know you’re not much of a spiritualist, but the low down on it is that it sponges up negative energy! And I mean… I know you don’t exactly have a choice, you know, to be or not to be around negative energy but…” you shrugged before admitting, “It also reminded me of you too. Also, again I know you don’t put huge stock into it, but I also charged it for you.”

You put the shiny black chunk on his desk, almost shyly. He picked it up, studying it and turning it over in his hands. You half expected him to pull his reading glasses out to look at it, and if he had- well, you couldn’t rightly be held responsible for the noise you might have made.

“This reminds you of me?” Hotch asked skeptically, his brows knitted slightly.

“Mhm! It’s a bodyguard type crystal. And… I guess you have that sort of… vibe? To me anyways,” you added on a little less than tactfully as you were visibly becoming fidgety, your hands smoothing down your skirt.

“You see me as the bodyguard type.”

You put your hands on your hips, an eyebrow raising. “Did you or did you not become overprotective when I said that my car alarm was going off in the parking lot and you insisted on stealthily going towards the car first with your pistol? Or did I hallucinate that?”

“I’ve seen some things in my time, and I know malevolent people would target a woman who’s alone when she’s leaving her workplace,” Hotch said defensively. You only smiled.

“Whatever you say. Regardless, that’s for you. Maybe, one day, I’ll get a keychain for you.”

“Thank you, that was… actually thoughtful and sweet of you. You’re right that I don’t put a whole lot of stock into this… sort of thing,” he admitted as he turned the crystal over in his palm again, “but I think… I think the weight of intentions are real.”

“Maybe those intentions will carry you home safe from this case, then. Judging from the groaning sounds coming from Garcia’s cave, I’m thinking it’s a doozy. By the way…”

“Mm?”

“Do you want me to make you a cup of coffee before you go in to briefing?”

“That would be wonderful of you, thank you. One sugar-“

“-and no cream. I know how you make your coffee, Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner,” you teased.

Hotch shook his head. “The full government name.”

You turned to walk out when he called your name, and you turned back to him.

“Can you come to my desk for a second?”

You complied, going to his desk with a nervous giggle. You thought he was going to speak, but instead he simply rose from his seat and kissed your cheek.

You touched your flushing cheek with a slightly shaky hand. “What was that for?”

He shrugged. “Just a thank you for being as thoughtful as you are. Truly… you make working here a bit easier.”

“Aw, you’re going to make me cry, so I’ll laugh instead.” You were going to turn to flee, but boldness filled you and you leaned up to kiss his cheek, except he moved, and you kissed the corner of his stern lip.

“Uh-” you backed away from him.

“Don’t panic,” Hotch ordered calmly- almost too calmly- “it’s not your fault, it was mine for reacting too quickly.”

Your cheeks flushed hot red and despite his command to not panic, you immediately fled the scene, leaving behind a confused but slightly amused Aaron.

A few minutes later, JJ entered his office with his cup of coffee in one hand and sat it on his desk, the other arm full of file folders. She gestured with her head towards the bullpen, “Hey, um, Agent-“

“I know,” Hotch said with a minuscule smirk, sipping the coffee, and almost immediately moaned aloud. True to your word, you knew exactly how he takes his coffee. He kept glancing towards the crystal sitting on his desk, and when Garcia called for him to come to the briefing room, he carefully slid it in his pocket.

On the jet, after all the details of the case had been discussed, Hotch leaned back in the chair, his fourth cup of coffee of the day in his hand. Even though he made his coffee exactly the same as always, it didn’t taste nearly as good as the one you made for him. He took the black tourmaline out of his pocket and held it in his hand. It works on a jet, right? It’s closer to the sun, it has to be like the best charging method.

“What do you have there?” Rossi asked from across him, looking up from a book- a compilation of Garfield comic strips over the years.

“A crystal. I think it’s… black tourmaline?”

Reid, of course, overheard this and had to jump in with, “you know, within pagan and spiritual circles, black tourmaline has protective properties, banishing negative vibrations, and it’s also supposed to be grounding.” He looked at the crystal in Hotch’s hand. “Oh yeah, I’ve seen this crystal on that agent’s desk. She and Anderson talk about them all the time, and apparently she keeps some of them in her desk, as does Anderson.”

“She and Anderson are good friends,” Hotch volunteered. “She’s the one who gave this to me.”

“She’s a sweet girl,” Rossi commented, sounding too innocent for Hotch’s liking.

“She is,” Hotch agreed simply, not taking the bait.

He and “that agent” were going to have to have a conversation when he got back home- he was entirely too intrigued by you. Perhaps he could ask you what crystal was the best for asking someone on a date.

[mearchy]

It’s pretty interesting to me that Anya chooses to take the rest of Curly’s pain medication (which he is in agony without and they have no more of) to kill herself instead of having the code for the gun and using that. Plot wise it makes sense because now there’s no medicine to give Daisuke, but I wonder if it says something about Anya, too. She locked them both in there, her and Curly. Curly had to watch her die using the pain medication that had been keeping him sane and alive and could do nothing. Curly was the one who made excuses for Jimmy and who Anya still thought had been the one to crash the ship in the first place. But maybe more importantly: now JIMMY, assuming he can even make it into the medbay before Curly dies, has to make the horrible choice. Has to decide between mercy-killing his friend to put him out of his agony, or letting him live in horrendous, screaming pain. Anya doesn’t know about the cryopod. She must believe these are the only possible outcomes.

Maybe she didn’t even think about any of that. But I do believe she was smart, no matter what Jimmy said. I think she did what she did with intent, though we can only theorize what it was.

[moody-alcoholic]

These Violent Delights

Chapter 8 - Everything Fades

Summary: Poly 141 x fem!reader, a/b/o alternate universe 10.2k words. Everyone is so emotional, 141 could use a break.

CW: MDNI +18 explicit content. a/b/o alternative universe, a/b/o dynamics, typical a/b/o universe tropes (heat, knotting, claiming, nesting), gaslighting, hurt/comfort, angst, panic attacks, brief mentions of needles, drawing blood, medical procedures, Sex, Oral (M receiving), ball sucking???, masturbation, cum eating/swallowing, use of medication, language, Fuck Graves I love making him the bad guy.

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Price had left Ghost in charge and given him a list of things to do. It was mainly a list of ‘what if’s’. This was new to both of them. Normally it wouldn’t be such a big deal. Price takes breaks all the time leaving Ghost to watch over things.

This time it’s different because he doesn’t have anyone to turn to if things go tits up. Luckily, there were no missions, no risk of them being shipped out somewhere. They couldn’t just have an easy time though. Of course Shepherd and Graves had to stick their noses in at the worst possible time. 

“We have to tell him right?” Gaz asks. Dr. Montgomery has put down her work, has all but forgotten that Shepherd has seized it all. She is listening closely to what Ghost is saying as he breaks the news to Gaz and Johnny. 

“How long is left with her heat?” Johnny asks, turning to the doctor.  “Could be 3 more days, could be 5. It all depends on what her body decides to do.” She shrugs.

“If we tell him, he’s going to want to do something about it. He can’t do that until her heat is finished,” Johnny says, looking at Dr. Montgomery for confirmation.

“Can't he just be with her at night? Then he has the day to figure something out,” Laswell says. 

“It’s not that simple, but she has been through heats alone before. I don’t know how dangerous it would be for either of them to pull them out mid heat,” Dr. Montgomery says looking between Simon and Laswell. 

“How can we be sure they’re even coming here in the first place?” Johnny asked. 

“It's safe to assume that’s why they're here,” Laswell says. 

“It’s also safe to assume Graves is bringing an army with him,” Gaz says huffing. The room goes silent. 

“It’s not like he can do anything. What’s he going to do, take her by force? Kidnap someone on government land? She’s still a person at the end of the day,” Johnny says, Ghost sees Dr. Montgomery smile at Johnny’s words. 

“What do you think LT? Your call,” Gaz says. Simon stands up from leaning on the table. He remembers what Price told him before her heat started. Not to interrupt them unless people were dying or the building was on fire. Shadow Company were not here yet, and there was no way to know if they would be here before the heat was done. Even General Shepherd said he would be back after the heat. 

“We don’t tell him. If we tell him he’s going to want to do something, even if he doesn’t it’s going to be on his mind. That's dangerous for both of them right?” Ghost asks Dr. Montgomery. 

“His stress could cause the omega to stress. It could prolong her heat, cause her to panic, or worse. Unless you want to take them out earlier the most we can do is keep an eye on her temperature. That will give us some idea of when she’ll be coming out,”  she explains. 

“It feels wrong. Surely he would understand?” Gaz says. 

“He will, but for now he’s got a job to do and unless Graves is knocking on our door we wait, understand?” Ghost says. Everyone nods. 

Ghost turns to Laswell “Let me know the second you hear anything, I want to know if he moves. We can’t have him sneaking up on us.” She nods, following out with Soap and Gaz. When they had all left he turns back to Dr. Montgomery. 

“You made the right choice,”  she says. He sighs.

“We’ll see.” 

“You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself Simon,” she says, sitting back down. 

“How dangerous would it be to interrupt her heat?” he asks. She can sense his unease, his scent is strong in the air. 

“It’s the first time she’s ever had a normal heat, I don’t know how it would affect her. It’s also John’s first heat,” she says.

“What’s the worst case scenario?” he asks, and she freezes for a moment. 

“I’m not sure. She could end up in distress. He could hurt himself or the omega by accident.” She shakes her head. “It’ll be fine though right, he won't be back till after her heat?” He digs his eyes into her. If they pull her out of heat it could put them both in danger. Christ , this whole thing is a mess. 

“It’ll be fine.” He replies.  

That's the 3rd time he’s lied to her tonight. 

It’s been 4 days since your heat started. Johnny and Kyle had slipped into the schedule of checking on you both every 12 hours just as Dr. Montgomery instructed. The routine is working like a well oiled machine at this point. The alarm goes off at 3am and 3pm. Kyle usually takes the afternoon shift which mean’s Johnny is the one who’s sleep gets interrupted.

It’s always the same though, by 3am you and Price are usually asleep, which makes it hard for Johnny to do what he needs to. He wakes Price first, passing him a bottle of water and a protein bar. He blindly accepts gulping down the water like it’s the first time he’s drunk today. 

Then he wakes you, slowly trying his best not to startle you. Getting food into you is harder, you whine as soon as you’re awake, Johnny can’t help but feel bad as you call out for John who wraps his arms round you. Johnny presses the bottle of water up to your lips forcing you to drink. You take little sips, and sometimes you open your eyes, but Johnny knows you’re not really there. Pupils blown out and glazed over it’s like you’re looking through him, hazy in your heat as you do your job of taking your alpha’s knot. It must be exhausting.

“Anything new with Shepherd?” John asks. He’s more aware today, or at least more aware than yesterday.

“No, he keeps asking if you’re finished yet. Simon’s been keeping him away,” Johnny says, breaking off a piece of protein bar and pressing it against your lips. 

“How is Simon?” He asks. 

“Fine, been keeping his distance.” Johnny breaks off more of the bar for you. 

“How are you doing?” Johnny asks, looking over at John. 

“Fine, tired,” he says. Johnny tries to get you to take some more bites of food but you just moan, shuffling up against John. Dr. Montgomery said it would be okay if you didn’t eat at least for the first few days. But it's been 4 days now. If the protein bars don't work they’ll have to try other methods. John moans as you rock your hips against him. Johnny takes the empty water bottle out his hand before he drops it on your head. 

“Easy, easy,” John says, pressing his lips against your neck. You’re still whining as his scent fills the air. Mixed with yours, it makes Johnny’s cock twitch in his pants. Honey, that’s what you smell like when you’re in heat. It’s so thick in the air Johnny swears he can taste it. His eyes wander to the covered part of the bed where your hips are rocking against him. 

“Do you want to see?” Price asks. Johnny thinks for a second. He does, he’s curious but it also feels like some kind of invasion of your privacy. He nods letting your scent fill his nose. John pulls the duvet back, Johnny can see where you’re connected, your pussy stretched around John's cock. Shiny with a mix of your slick and John's cum.

“How does it feel?” Johnny asks. 

“Hard to explain, it’s so sensitive and she’s so needy—” he takes a sharp breath in, Johnny watches as you move your hips up against John, moaning as John's hand presses on your abdomen. He lets out a groan then you go silent. Johnny doesn’t know what to say. John pulls the duvet back over you both. 

“I’ll get Gaz to try some porridge for her later,” Johnny says, picking up the wrappers off the floor. John just hums laying back down next to you. 

Johnny watches Kyle come out of the bedroom. It’s been almost 5 days now, it could be over soon, or it could go on for another 3 days. Kyle spoons some of the porridge into his mouth.

“Did she eat any?” Johnny asks as he goes into the kitchen. 

“A little, Price ate most of it.” He puts the bowl in the sink then comes over to the sofa, sitting next to Johnny. 

“What about her temperature?” 

“Still high 38.” He sighs. “How’s things been with Simon?” 

“Never seen him so desperate,” Johnny says shifting on the sofa, he was getting sore, his legs bruised from Simon being so rough. 

“How have you been doing with this?” Johnny asks. 

“You mean the constant smell of sex and lack of it?” Gaz asks. Johnny looks over at him, there’s a twinkle in his eyes. 

“You want to go take care of Simon?” Johnny teases. Kyle turns to look at him. Johnny sighs scooting next to him. He lets the smell of honey fill his nose as he presses his face into Kyle's neck breathing him in. His scent is strong, mixed with the smell of honey in the air. It has Johnny craving Kyle’s touch. He runs his hand under his shirt and takes his time letting his fingers trace each muscle and scar. 

“What about Si?” Kyle asks, leaning back on the sofa. 

“He’ll wait,” Johnny hums into Kyle's ear, nipping at his lobe. Johnny’s hand slips down to Kyle's pants, running his hand over his already hardened cock. 

“Jesus Tav, are you sure it’s not you who’s desperate,” Kyle breathes the smell of vanilla going to his head. Johnny pulls away from Kyle's neck. 

“I don’t get desperate,” he whispers. Shivers run down Kyle's spine as Johnny unbuckles Kyle's belt and trousers letting his cock spring out. He licks his lips as he presses over the tip soaking his thumb with the bead of precum. Kyle twitches as Johnny thrusts his hand down. Kyle runs his hand through Johnny’s hair who hums, he likes the feel of Kyle’s hand massaging his scalp.

He presses his lips against Kyle's swollen tip, taking his time to coat it in his saliva before locking his lips and thrusting his mouth down. Kyle moans, tipping his head back as Johnny repositions himself on the sofa squeezing the base of Kyle’s cock. Kyle moans as Johnny takes him all the way, letting his tongue circle the head with each thrust.

“You need to relax,” Kyle says. Johnny takes his mouth off him, replacing it with his hand. 

“I need to relax? You’re the one all pent up,” Johnny says moving off the sofa as Kyle spreads his legs leaving room for him to slip between them. His thumb continues to press into the underside of his shaft. 

“How did you get the nicest cock of us all?” Johnny tuts shaking his head. 

“Jealous?” Kyle breathes as Johnny speeds up with his strokes, keeping a firm grip on the base. He smiles in response.

“Pretty balls too,” Johnny coos. He licks his lips, wetting them before dragging his tongue across his balls. Kyle moans at the new sensation while Johnny takes one in his mouth sucking on it. Johnny continues to thrust his hand up and down his length, taking his time warming Kyle's balls in his mouth, feeling him twitch in his hand. Now he’s feeling greedy again. Maybe Kyle was right and he was desperate. It had been a while since Kyle and Johnny had been together. They very rarely get down time together. 

Johnny moves his lips back up to Kyle's cock, his own twitching uncomfortably in his pants. He uses his free hand to unbuckle his belt letting his jeans slip down reaching in and pulling himself out. The thought of fucking his hand while he makes Kyle cum has his mouth watering. Kyle’s head is tipped back on the sofa, blissed out, the smell of vanilla is heavy in the air as Johnny thrusts his mouth down trying to match his speed with both his mouth and hand. 

Kyle's moans are filling the air now and the faster Johnny gets the sweeter they are. Johnny can barely concentrate, giving in to the scents swirling around making his body tingle. His own cock throbs in his hand. His fingers are getting drenched in his precum, his mouth filling with saliva as the blowjob turns into a sloppy mess. Too much tongue not enough friction, Kyle doesn’t seem to mind though, bucking his hips to hit the back of Johnny's throat. 

He’s not going to last much longer and he can feel Kyle is close too, his hips slowing down as he chases the peak. Johnny doesn’t stop even when he cums his release dripping down his hand.  It just makes him work faster so Kyle can get his own orgasm. He works him faster, Kyle's moans make his spent cock twitch in his post-orgasm haze.

A few seconds later Kyle is cumming too, and Johnny pushes his mouth down to the hilt feeling his seed slide down his throat. Kyle grips Johnny’s hair pulling him up as Johnny rides him through the orgasm. The scent of leather is strong in the air now, as Johnny sits back wiping his mouth with the back of his free hand. 

Johnny stands up, his leaking cock still in his hand. Kyle sees it, reaching out for Johnny’s waist, pulling him into his mouth. Johnny moans as Kyle licks him clean. It has Johnny getting hard again and he has to pull away from Kyle’s mouth.

“What? Don’t want to go for round two?” Kyle asks, a glint in his eye as a cheeky smile forms on his lips. 

“You couldn’t handle round two,” Johnny says, pushing his shoulder making him lay back on the sofa. Kyle scoffs as Johnny tucks himself back in his pants. 

“So you're going to go meet Si?” Kyle asks. 

“Nah, I’ll let him sweat. I could use a nap anyway. You can hold down the fort right?” Johnny asks, watching Kyle clean himself up. He nods. Johnny winks at him then heads to his room. As he passes John’s room he can smell you and hear the moans start up again. He takes a deep breath in letting the smell of honey and leather fill his nose. The heavy smell of sex filling the building. Maybe Simon was lucky staying away, even Johnny could use some fresh air. 

A sharp knock on the door wakes Ghost from his sleep. He swings his legs out of the bed reaching over to his mask on the bedside table pulling it on. The knock happens again.  

“Yes, yes I’m coming,” he calls, pulling his trousers on. He opens the door to see Laswell standing there, looking like she dressed just as quickly as he had.   

“They’re here, Graves and Shepherd. They want to see Price and the omega.” 

“Get Soap and Gaz, I’ll meet you at the lab,” he says. She nods leaving. Ghost quickly dresses rushing over to the lab. It’s late, almost 10pm. When he walks through the door he sees Dr. Montgomery with her head over a desk. She snaps up looking over at him walking in the room. 

“Hey hey, you can’t go in there!” He hears Soap calling. He looks over at the barracks seeing Gaz and Laswell come out of the building. He leaves the lab heading over to Shepherd and Graves who are walking over to the barracks. They stop when they see him walk round to them. 

“Lieutenant Riley, I was expecting to see Captain Price,” Shepherd says.

“He’s busy,” Ghost says, crossing his arms. Dr. Montgomery rushes over to stand next to Johnny. Ghost looks over at Gaz and Soap. He can smell their worry in the air, but he focuses on trying to control his scent this close to the building. If he projects it you will definitely be able to smell it.

“We would like to have a word with Captain Price,” Shepherd says, Graves crosses his arms. Where are the rest of his army? Did he come alone? Ghost looks around,  but he can’t see anyone or anything out of the ordinary. 

“You’ll have to wait, he’s busy,” Ghost says again. If they try to force their way in, he’s going to stop them. He glances over at Soap who looks at him, his eyes digging into him for a second. There is no way anyone is getting in the building. 

“We can talk tomorrow. You've had a long drive. Why don’t you get some rest, I can show you to the commander's quarters.”  Laswell offers walking up to Shephard. 

“I really would like to get this sorted tonight so we can start tomorrow fresh,” Shepherd insists.

“It’s really not a good time General, the omega is in heat and John is with her,” Dr. Montgomery speaks up. 

“I’m sure he can take 5 minutes of his time to speak with us,” he replies. Graves chuckles, bringing his hand up to try and hide it, coughing.

“He really can't. Whatever you need is not that important,” she snaps back at him. Ghost shifts his weight. He needs to keep control of the situation. 

“You can talk to me if it is so important. You’ll have to wait to speak with Price though,” Ghost says. It’s almost like they’re waiting for something. For him to let his guard down? The right time to make a rush for the building? Shepherd looks at him, like he’s trying to study his face, the tension is palpable in the air. Ghost watches as Graves takes a step forward.

“What the bloody hell is going on?” Price’s voice calls behind Ghost. Everyone turns to see him slowly walking down the steps out the barracks. Ghost can immediately see he’s unsteady on his feet. Gaz walks up next to him.

“You should be in bed sir,” he says quietly trying to help Price who just waves him away. Ghost looks over at Dr. Montgomanry who looks the most worried, her eyes not leaving Price, like she’s ready for him to keel over at any moment. 

“Couldn’t get a decent rest if I tried with all this racket going on,” he says, walking up to stand next to Ghost. He can smell how strong Price’s alpha is in the air. He can smell you too, the lingering scent of honey and strawberries. He tries his best to ignore it, focusing on the matter at hand. 

“Good to see you Captain, thought we would be waiting another few days,” Shepherd said. 

“Well, this seems more important,” Price says through gritted teeth. 

“I’m sure you’ve heard the news, Commander Graves and Shadow Company will be taking over responsibility of the base,” Shepherd says. “Of course I will stay here, to make sure you both get along and oversee the research for the cure.”

“I’m sure we’ll get along just fine,” Graves says, stepping up to Shepherd. Ghost hears Price sigh. 

“What do you want, General? I would like to get back to bed,” Price asks. 

“We were just wondering if we could check on the omega. Professor Hale was very insistent, especially because she’s in heat,” Shepherd says. The hairs stand up on the back of Ghost’s neck. Now his alpha is strong in the air. There is no way he’s letting them get anywhere close. 

“The reason she is in heat is the reason you can’t see her. It could be dangerous, you could put her life at risk.” Dr. Montgomery steps up. 

“Professor Hale said you might try to stop us.” 

“Then you won’t mind relaying to him that you killed his only omega,” she says. It makes Ghost swallow hard. He looks over at her. Her body has taken another step towards them.

“How long is left?” Shepherd asks. 

“A few days,” she says. 

“You have until Monday, then we will see her regardless of her state.” Ghost looks at Price, he can see the quiver in Price’s face as he tries to keep it together.

“We’ll see you Monday,” Johnny says, going to stand next to Dr. Montgomery. Ghost digs his eyes into Graves and Shepherd as they weigh up their options. 

“Monday morning, 8am. No excuses,” Shepherd says. He hears Dr. Montgomery let out a sigh of relief. They turn to walk away. It’s only when they make it to the entrance to the building when Ghost turns his attention back to Price.

“You really should be in bed,” he says. Price looks at him. He looks like he’s about to say something but instead sways and lands against Ghost. 

“Shit,” is all he manages to get out, using his chest to keep him from collapsing to the floor completely. Gaz and Soap are there in an instant with Laswell and the doctor following close behind. Gaz and Soap take an arm each propping him up as they half drag him back in the building. 

“Laswell go try and keep him away. Find out what he’s planning.” 

She nods and he heads into the barracks with Dr. Montgomery behind him. It's the first time Ghost has been in the building since your heat started. He can smell honey and vanilla in the air. It makes his head spin, his body is craving you, craving your touch. He almost takes a step towards Price’s room before Dr. Montgomary grabs his arm. He looks down at her, she looks up at him sympathetically.  

“What's happening?” He asks as he watches them disappear into Price’s room. 

“He pushed himself too quickly. He needs time to recover too.” 

“What about her?” 

“I would check but I think it’s best we both leave. When he comes around, he’s still going to see us as a threat,” she says. He sighs. Soap walks out of the room first. He watches in the doorway for a second before coming towards them. Dr. Montgomery lets go of his arm 

“He’s okay, go get some rest LT,” Soap says, putting his hand on Ghost’s shoulder. 

“Whose job is it to check on them next?” Ghost asks.

“Me,”  Soap says.  

“You and Gaz will take it in shifts. No one is allowed in the building,” Ghost says. “As soon as she’s out of heat, let me know.” 

“You want us on guard duty?” Johnny asks. 

“Problem?” Simon asks. Johnny shakes his head. Simon nods and walks out the building. 

“Nothing’s going to happen right?” Dr. Montgomery asks following him.

“No, nothings going to happen. Not on my watch,” he says heading back to the main building. 

“You sound like Captain Price,” she says. He quickly turns to look at her and the smile on her face. 

“Get some rest, it’s going to be a busy few days,” he says as she stops at the door to the lab. He doesn’t look back as he continues walking. He hears the door to the lab open. He likes Dr. Montgomery but he can’t let himself get too close. It’s just a job at the end of the day. 

You feel empty, sore, and sad. John still has his arms wrapped around you while you’ve been crying into his chest. It happened quickly, one moment he was there the next he was being dragged back into the room semi-conscious. It broke your heart, especially because as soon as he saw you upset he wouldn’t tell you what was wrong. The opening of the room door makes you jump and John pulls you tighter into his arms. 

You smell beta in the air, turning your head to see Dr. Piper in the doorway. John loosens his grip on you as he sees her. She walks into the room slowly putting her bag down on the floor. John turns you in his arms so you’re face to face with her supporting your back. He called for her the moment you came around crying in his arms. You tried to tell him it was normal but when you started to shake he insisted you get checked out. 

“Hey, hun how are you feeling?” she asks, pressing the back of her hand against your forehead. You don’t know what to say. Your lip starts to quiver as more tears come. “I know, I know,” she coos wiping her thermometer across your head. 

“Is this normal?” John asks, pressing against you, sitting up in the bed.

“She’s coming out of heat quicker than normal but nothing she’s not used to. She’ll still be pretty out of it for the next 24-48 hours.” Dr. Piper pulls out a blood pressure cuff, ignoring your whines as she wraps it round your arm.

“How do you feel?” she asks looking up at John. He sighs.

“Fine,” he lies. She raises an eyebrow at him. 

“Well, I would recommend painkillers and ice packs, and to take it easy for the next few days. Trust me you’ll need the rest,” she says, taking the cuff off her. 

“Don’t exactly have time for that,” he sighs. You look at Dr. Piper. What does he mean? What happened? She looks at you sympathetically as she brushes hair out of your face. 

“You should get some sleep. Johnny or Kyle will come and check on you both. You’re not out of the woods quite yet.” You watch as she stands to leave John pressing his face into your neck. 

Piper smiles watching your eyes gloss over as John’s scent fills the air. She stands as he pulls you into his embrace. She leaves, going out to Johnny and Kyle waiting in the common room. 

“They’re fine. She’s coming out of her heat but they’re still going to be pretty out of it for the next few days. Her temperature is coming down, let me know if it spikes,” she sighs.

“Anything we need to do?” Johnny asks. She shakes her head. 

“Keep an eye on her temperature. If she starts feeling dizzy, nauseous, or she’s in pain, call me,” she says heading for the door. 

“Thanks doc,” Johnny calls as she leaves heading over to the lab. 

She walks in seeing Simon waiting in the dark.

“You should go get some rest Simon. You’re going to need it.” She puts her medical bag back in her office, closing the door behind her. 

“How is she?” 

“Coming off her heat. John getting out of bed seems to have triggered it ending sooner. I guess that’s good for us with Shepherd here now,” she says. He hums. “I take it you don’t get along?” 

“Not exactly. Graves is an annoying piece of shit who sticks his nose in everyone's business. Shepherd, well, he’s our boss.” 

“You have a problem with authority but you joined the army. Interesting,” she says.

“I don’t have a problem with authority, just them. They’re not to be trusted,” he says. 

“Not really a good sign if you don’t trust your boss,” she chuckles. He raises an eyebrow. 

“You don’t trust yours,” he says. She smiles, nodding. 

“I’m going to get some rest, you should do the same,” she says passing him. She makes it to the other end of the lab turning back to look one more time. He’s already gone. He’s so silent she didn’t even hear the door open or close. She smiles, turning off the light and heads out. 

Your head feels stuffed with cotton, and your senses feel numbed. Dr. Piper started you on muscle relaxers and painkillers. You knew you were going to be sore and emotional for the next few days. John had slept for a full 24 hours before he finally got out of bed. You were curled up on the sofa with a hot water bottle. You were still cold and shaky, falling asleep on the sofa for hours at a time. Normal things to go through after a heat. At least this time you can actually relax, not being poked and prodded.

Johnny had come back a few minutes ago, flopping down on the sofa as you leaned up against him. You weren't sure if it was just because you were coming out of your heat or something else but they had been acting weird around you. John had been gone from the moment he felt he could walk again. You’d see him downing pills before going off somewhere with Kate or Simon. It was nice to have Simon back again. You felt bad that he’d had to leave the barracks while you were in heat. 

“Do you feel different?” Johnny asks finally. “Now that you’ve been claimed.” 

You turn your head to look at him and hairs stand up on the back of your neck. 

“I don’t think so, I feel the same,” you say. You’re not disappointed. Maybe it will feel different when you’re really done with your heat and you don’t have drugs running through your system numbing you out. You need to see Dr. Miller, but you’ve barely been able to make it to the sofa without being in pain. Johnny’s hand rests on your side rubbing your arm as you try to ignore the pain stirring inside you. It was almost time for you to take pills again. You want to wait as long as possible so you don’t have to move. 

This heat did feel different. You don’t remember much, and that’s normal. Things will become clearer over the next few days. You remember John claiming you, and you remember him being gentle even when he was in his deepest rut it wasn’t overwhelming. You wish you could remember more, and maybe you will at some point.

You hadn't had time to talk to John about how things went and how this will change things, or if he was feeling any different. You’re starting to doze off again in your own world when the door to the building is flung open and people pile in. You sit up, Johnny gets up off the sofa. You don’t recognise any of them. They look like soldiers, only all dressed in black. You immediately want John, but he’s not with them.

“What do you think you’re doing Graves!?” Johnny snaps getting up in front of the one he called Graves. The man looks over at you. You can smell Johnny’s anger in the air and it makes you worried. 

“We’re here to search the place for contraband,” Graves says. Contraband?

“What? Does Price know about this?” Johnny asks.

“Price is a busy man. He’s in a meeting with General Shepherd right now.” You don’t like this Graves person, and you can tell by Johnny’s body language they’re not friends either. Johnny looks back at you. You've forgotten about the pain, you’re just too worried about them going through your private space. You watch as Graves orders people around while Johnny protests.

The door opens again and this time Kyle steps in. You feel tears running down your cheeks as you watch Kyle cross over to Johnny protesting with him. You watch as the other men in the entourage make their way down the corridor opening rooms. 

You stand up clutching the blanket. You feel sick watching them break into the rooms. You don’t even realize Kyle has left until Johnny shouts at Graves again pulling your attention back to him. You’re worried something bad is going to happen. You haven’t heard Johnny so angry before. You walk up to him gripping his sleeve but your eyes are locked on your open door. They’re in your space, looking for something you don’t have. 

“It’s okay lass, Graves will put everything back,” Johnny says, resting his hand on yours. You look up to see him, your cheeks swollen with tears. Then you see them throwing pillows out your room door. That's your nest, they’re destroying your nest. 

You don’t have time to think before you’re sprinting down the hallway to the man holding a pillow in his hands. You’re seeing red. They’ve destroyed your nest, your safespace. A place that is supposed to be yours. It feels like they’ve ripped your heart out. You pull the pillow out his hands, almost fighting with him as he protests. You look into your room seeing the place a mess. Things go fuzzy as you walk in falling to your knees. You hear Johnny come behind you, his hand resting on your back as you grip the pillow you'd pulled out the man's hands.

You feel like you’re back in the bunker, your vision going blurry as you sob into the pillow, clutching it as tight to your chest as you can. The Professor would let you build nests just to destroy them. It’s happening again. You thought you were safe here, you thought you could have a nest that would be yours and only yours. Now it's gone, and it feels like you can’t breathe, your breath catching in your throat as you collapse to the floor pulling your legs up to your chest. 

You’re never going to be safe again. 

“What the fuck did you think you were doing?” It’s the first voice you hear as you come too. You’re still curled up on the floor. You can’t tell who’s shouting. There’s a ringing in your ears as you look at your destroyed nest. Someone is by you though, shaking your shoulder with warm hands.

“Hey, it’s okay.” You hear Johnny. It’s his hands on your back, and there’s a pillow under your head. You feel a lump form in your stomach, pain radiates through your body. You sob into the pillow. You don’t know what else to do. 

“Hey, c’mon lass, take a big breath.” Johnny moves around so you can see him kneeled on the floor. You can’t look at him, it just makes you too upset. You hear more voices now, and you can smell alpha in the air. 

“What happened?” It’s Dr. Piper's voice. She kneels down behind you. Her cold hand rests on your shoulder. 

“They destroyed her nest,” Johnny explains. You hear her sigh. The sobs come back. You can’t breathe, it feels like someone is sitting on your chest. 

“Honey, you need to relax, take deep breaths,” you hear her say. You can't, it hurts too much. Panic comes over you. You’re never going to be safe again. 

“In and out, come on.” You feel her starting to rub your back. You hear more shouting, people moving around. Each raised voice makes you jump, and you start to shiver, more tears running down your face. 

“What happened?” It’s John’s voice, his scent fills your nose. You stop sobbing, letting yourself take a deep breath in. 

“That’s it, good girl,” Dr. Piper says. You look up at Johnny whose fingers come to brush hair out your face. 

“Sit with her,” you hear Dr. Piper say as her hand leaves your back. You feel John come to kneel down behind you. He tucks his hands under you pulling you up to his chest like you weigh nothing. You don’t let go of the pillow as you shiver feeling him kiss your head holding you in his arms. Johnny gets up pulling the duvet off your bed and dropping it over you. 

“Go keep Ghost from ripping Graves apart,” John says. Johnny smiles at you as he leaves the room. You hear Dr. Piper leave too, closing the door behind you. John takes a deep breath in squeezing you tight to his chest as you lean up against him quiet sobs leaving your throat. 

“They destroyed your nest?” he asks. You nod, gripping the pillow. 

“It’s never going to be safe again,” you say. Your throat is raw from all the sobbing. 

“Yes it is. We’ll make it safe here. Graves should have never been in here.” You can hear the anger rising in his voice. He swallows it away as you breathe in his scent. You’ve calmed now, now that your alpha is here, holding you in his arms. You close your eyes, loosening the grip on your pillow. Now you can feel it, the bond you have with him. It’s like the one you have with Dr. Piper just turned up to the max. 

“Will you build it again? Your nest?” he asks. 

“I don’t know,” you say. You don’t know if you can. You need to feel safe again, and you don’t feel safe anymore. You sit there in silence for a few more minutes letting John’s scent relax you. You wait until you can’t ignore the pain traveling through you anymore. You need to move, to take your pills. John seems to sense how uncomfortable you are, trying to shift his body for you. 

“How about a nice cup of tea and you can relax on the sofa?” You nod, taking the excuse to get up. He kisses your neck one more time before helping you to your feet. Your legs feel like jelly as pain pulses through your body. You whine, dropping the pillow as you double over in pain. His hands are on you in an instant. 

“I’m okay,” you say through gritted teeth. 

“Yeah, yeah, c’mon,” he says, opening the door and helping you out. Dr. Piper sticks her head around the corner watching as you walk down the hall. She presses her cold hands on your face as she looks at you. 

“Let’s get you that pain relief. You got yourself all worked up, almost distressed. It’s a good job Johnny was there. He was able to get you to come round before I got here,” she says, taking you out of John’s arms and over to the sofa. 

“What exactly is distressing?” John asks. You lean back on the sofa pulling the blanket over you. 

“Distressing can happen to omegas, it’s last resort defense mechanism. Her body shuts down to protect itself from whatever threat is around. It can be dangerous because it’s hard to come out of a distressed state.” Dr. Piper comes over handing you a glass of water and some pills. You take them all watching as John crosses his arms. 

“Her nest being destroyed is something that would cause that?” You sip the water slowly, thinking about your ruined nest makes you sad. You’ve cried enough over the last few days. You’re sick of crying. 

“Not necessarily, but that coupled with strangers being in her space as well as coming down off her heat is a recipe for disaster.” The pills taste bitter in your mouth, but in a few minutes you’ll be relaxed and lulled by them. Dr. Piper sits with you, taking the water out of your hands as you lay down. 

“Can you stay with her until Kyle or Johnny get here?” John asks. Dr. Piper nods. You watch him leave hearing the door close. Dr. Piper rubs your leg, you close your eyes feeling sleepy. Your nest has been destroyed. You're never going to feel safe here again. 

Price finds Simon and Johnny pacing outside the conference room. 

“We got kicked out,” Johnny says, throwing his arms up. 

“Where’s Kyle?” he asks. 

“Inside, we’ve been taken in one by one,” Simon says, pacing the hall. John sighs, he shakes his head going into the room. 

“Captain Price!” General Shepherd shouts standing up as he enters the room. Kyle looks around in the chair. 

“Sergeant Garrick, go back to the barracks.” Kyle moves to stand up.

“Sergeant Garrick, stay where you are,” Shepherd says. John crosses his arms. 

“Captain, you can wait outside.” John ignores him walking around Kyle up to the General. “This doesn’t have to get messy, Captain.” 

“Is that a threat?” John asks, standing his ground. Shepherd sighs sitting back down in the chair waving Kyle away. John turns to look at everyone leaving the room. Simon’s eyes stay on him for a second dropping his head slightly. 

‘Want me to stay?’ 

John shakes his head. He turns back to Shepherd as the door closes. 

“Sit down, John,” Shepherd says, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“I’m good.” 

“John we’re trying to work–” 

“Our goals are not the same.” 

“Did you forget who you work for, Captain? You have a job to do here,” Shepherd says, leaning back in the chair. 

“We were waiting for a cure. You stopped that.” 

“We’re following orders.” 

“We want a cure, and you stopped Dr. Montgomery from working on it.” 

“Because it’s not our priority--” 

“I don’t need the speech again. I don’t need the bullshit!” John snaps. 

“Calm down John, you’re only still here because of me. The CIA wanted anyone other than 141 on this case.” 

“Don’t act like you did this for us.” John shakes his head, turning around. 

“We can make this work, it doesn’t have to get messy,” Shepherd says again. John sighs. 

“No Professor, you leave the omega alone, and you let Dr. Montgomery continue her work on the cure,” John says, turning back around to look at Shepherd. 

He sighs, shaking his head. “Or what?” 

“We walk and we take the omega with us.” 

“Captain, you’re emotional. Stop now before you say something you regret. You’re not going to kidnap the omega.” 

“Who said anything about kidnapping?”

Shepherd gets up off the chair. “John, things can get very difficult for you very quickly. You should be careful.”

John shakes his head. 

“No Professor, leave the omega alone, let the doctor work on a cure,” John says and heads to the door. 

“Captain.” Shepherd calls. “You’re too emotionally invested in this. You’re making it dangerous for everyone including the omega.”

 John freezes his hand on the door handle. 

“If you or Graves lay a finger on her I’ll break your fucking hands. Keep your dog on a leash,” John says, opening the door and leaving the room before Shepherd could get a word in. John looks up at Simon waiting outside the room. Of course he is. 

“How did that go?” Simon asks, uncrossing his arms and walking with John. 

“Where are Soap and Gaz?” 

“Back at the barracks.” 

“Does Soap still have that house in the highlands?” 

“Yeah, think so. Rents it out when he’s not using it,” Simon says, confused. “Why? Thinking about a trip to the highlands?”

“Yeah, I heard the weather is nice there,” John says, pushing through the double doors out into the fresh air.

“They’re coming after her aren’t they?” Simon asks. John doesn’t say anything for a second. 

“Yeah, yeah they are.” 

You wake in your bed. You remember dozing off on the sofa between Kyle and Johnny. You turn over looking at your nest. It was still trashed and it made a pit form in your stomach. You need to move though and get out of bed. You need to see Dr. Miller, it’s been 3 days since your heat ended.

You should be getting better now but everything still feels so sore. You sit up pulling clothes out and getting dressed. You swallow down painkillers but skip the muscle relaxants since they make you sleepy and you want to keep a clear head. You leave your room, you can see the sun just starting to rise now, and the sky is filled with colors of pink and the grass is heavy with dew. 

You don’t know why you’re being sneaky as you leave the building before anyone is awake, walking across to the lab. The place is empty. Even Dr. Piper has been getting a decent amount of sleep, not having to get up at the crack of dawn. You walk over to Dr. Miller as he’s flicking through some papers. 

“Hey stranger! How was the heat?” he asks, opening his arms to you, but you keep your distance. 

“Good, I think, I still don’t remember much.” You rub the back of your neck smiling. You like being around Dr. Miller. He understands you just like Dr. Piper does. 

“Come on, let's go to the medical room.” You smile at him following him into the room. You sit on the end of the bed as he prepares a tray of things. 

“I need to take some blood. How long did your heat last?” he asks, coming over as you roll your sleeve up. 

“6 days I think. It was good, John was nice, and he claimed me,” you say, watching him get ready to take your blood. 

“Can I see the mark?” he asks as he inserts the needle. You’re not sure. You haven’t shown anyone the mark. It’s on your neck, and you don’t want anyone to see it, but you trust him. He just wants to help. You nod. He smiles, finishing up taking the vials of blood. He turns around placing everything on the tray. You stand up off the bed as he throws his gloves in the trash. He stands in front of you, you feel nervous as you turn so your back is facing him. You let your hand move up to the back of your neck running over the mark before pushing your hair out the way. 

You squeeze your eyes closed as you wait for him to inspect the indents on your skin. You can smell alpha in the air, and smoke. John always smells of smoke, smoke and the ground after rain. You wait in silence as he finishes inspecting your neck and you can feel his breath on your skin. 

“Beautiful.,” he breathes. It makes you uncomfortable and you let your hair drop back down goosebumps rising on your skin. You turn back to look at him. His alpha is strong in the air as he smiles at you. 

“It looks good, nice and healed. Do you feel any different?” he asks. 

“I’m not sure. I’m still in alot of pain. I think I will feel better tomorrow.” 

“Well that’s normal. I would like to run some tests over the next few days. If you could come in tomorrow that would be perfect.” 

“What are you working on?” you ask. Now that your heat is over he can’t still be working on a hormone blocker. 

“Well Dr. Montgomery is working on a cure and has assigned me to work on a scent blocker. Something people can use to mask their scent with a chemical spray,” he explains. You nod. That would be useful. 

“Do you think she can find a cure?” you ask as you follow him out the room. 

“Dr. Montgomery is a very talented scientist. I know she will try her best,” he says as you follow him down the stairs. You watch him put the blood samples away as you head for the door. 

“See you tomorrow,” Dr. Miller calls. You nod, stepping back out into the cold morning air. The pink sky has faded now as heavy clouds move in. It’s going to rain again, but you like the rain. You like the smell of rain and the smell of the forest. You want to go for another walk in the forest with John or even alone. You don’t care. You just want to be in the forest. You make it back to the barracks hoping you don't run into anyone and you can get into bed without any worries. 

You’re not that lucky when you walk into the building you see Simon in the kitchen. He turns to look at you as you walk in. He’s not wearing the skull mask you’ve seen him in, not even the simple black ski-mask. He’s only wearing a black surgical mask pulled up over his nose and mouth. He has blonde hair. You’ve never seen his hair before. You’ve never seen the top of his head before. You’ve only ever seen his eyes, his deep brown, harsh eyes. Right now he looks kind, leaning over the counter as he waits for the kettle to boil. 

“Hey,” you say, stepping into the room. You want to walk towards him but also avoid him at the same time. 

“Been for a walk?” he asks. You feel a pit form in your stomach.

“Yeah, I like the morning dew,” you say smiling at him, passing him as you head back towards your room.

“I heard your nest was destroyed,” he says, stopping you in your tracks before you make it around the corner. You look at him, nodding. He reaches into his back pocket, you didn’t even know he had anything in his back pocket but now he’s thrusting it towards you. You take it out of his hand. It's a black ski-mask. You bring it up to your nose. It smells of him, the ground after rain and gunpowder. You learned what the smell was. That’s Simon's scent, the ground after rain and gunpowder. 

“When you build your nest again I want you to have something from me. I heard you were too scared to ask. I don’t want you to be scared of me.” You look up at him. 

“I’m not scared of you,” you say. You project your scent in the air for him. It’s all you can do to prove your sincerity. You can’t see him react to it, his mask covering most of his face. You smile at him. 

“Thank you,” you say, bringing the mask back up to your nose and turning back to your room. Your fingers run over the soft fabric of the mask. You walk into your room leaving the door open. You look at the broken nest on the floor then back over at your bed. Nothing feels right. You pull the bedding off your bed into the space where your nest used to be. You pick up the items. 

Dr. Piper's scarf, John’s hat, Johnny's shirt, Kyle’s scarf and now Simon’s mask. You arrange the pillows and blankets round the nest letting the scent of nature fill your nose coming through the open window. 

You work on it until you’re exhausted, till it feels good. You’re not sure how long you’re working on it but the last thing you remember is crawling up into your new nest and pulling your duvet over you. 

Piper walks out of her room, and seeing your room door ajar she can’t help pushing it open slightly until she sees you sleeping in a newly built nest. It makes her smile, letting out a sigh of relief at the scene. You’ve built a new nest which means you still feel safe here which is important. You need to feel safe. What happened with Phillip yesterday almost caused you to distress. You could be unconscious, hooked up to machines right now fighting to stay alive. You’re not though, you’re safe, you’re sleeping peacefully in your nest. 

“‘Mornin,” Johnny says, coming out of his room smiling at Piper as he rubs his eyes going into the bathroom. She walks into the common room seeing Simon and John already sitting at the table. 

“We have a meeting with General Shepherd and Commander Graves this morning,” John says as soon as he sees her walking over to the kettle. She sighs taking in the information. She doesn’t even like the tea. There’s coffee in the lab but no one should be there until later, especially since Shepherd put a stop to her work. 

“What’s the meeting about?” she asks, half paying attention as she pours herself a cup of tea, trying to enjoy the little caffeine she’s going to get this morning. 

“I gave Shepherd an ultimatum,” John says. She turns to look at him. Even Simon’s body language seems tense as he grips his mug. 

“What did you say?” she asks. 

“The Professor is not allowed on the base, they’re not allowed to go near the omega, and you’re allowed to continue your search for a cure,” he says looking at her for her reaction. 

“I will try to find a cure, I cannot promise anything,” she says as the kettle clicks. 

“I know, but we need you. The omega trusts you, we trust you. We need you on our side,” John says. Piper nods. 

“I will be on your side, as long as she’s safe. What happened yesterday was too close. She could have been pushed into distress. They need to understand how this world works. I don’t care who it comes from,” she says with a hint of hostility in her voice. 

“Yeah, whatever makes you feel better,” Simon says under his breath. John sighs, shooting him a glance. 

“Will you be there? We need you on our side. She needs you to advocate for her,” John asks. She nods, turning to her cup of tea. Johnny walks out into the bathroom changing the energy in the air.  

“I’ll be there,” she says.

It feels like she’s walking to her execution, following John and Simon into the same conference room as before. Now, demands had been laid out. John had set out his terms. She knows realistically the General could just override him, send them back to the UK, and continue the project here without them. She hopes, for everyone's sake, that is the last thing that will happen. The room is warm, there are only 3 people inside, Kate, Phillip and Shepherd.  General Shepherd waits until everyone is seated before standing up at the head of the table. 

“Here’s what's going to happen: The Professor will stay at his home in Seattle, however Dr. Montgomery has to share all her future research with him.” He looks around the room making sure people are listening. His eyes linger on her. She doesn’t say anything, her legs starts to bounce nervously under the table though. 

“Dr. Montgomery, you’ve been cleared to restart your research for a cure. You will however need to work with Professor Hale.” He says, she sighs. It’s better than him being on the base, she can live with it. 

“We can’t force the omega to go back to Professor Hale but he does want to have contact with her if she is willing. He also wants a tracker placed in her.” 

“No fucking way,” John says. Shepherd sighs. 

“You have to meet me halfway here John,” Shepherd says exasperated. 

“She’s a human being, not a dog,” Simon speaks up.  

“It’s just insurance for Professor Hale.” 

“It’s wrong,” Piper says, shaking her head. 

“What about an ankle monitor?” Kate suggests. 

“She’s not a criminal,” Piper says. John sighs, his eyes digging into the General.

“I can ask Hale, see what he says,” Shepherd says, going to jot something down on paper. 

“She’s not going anywhere,” John says. 

“Look, I’m trying to make it work here. I don’t need people to be happy, I need you to do your jobs,” Shepherd says. 

“Speaking of which,” Phillip Graves says standing up as Shepherd sits back down. He looks tired, he must have had a long few days. 

“Got a job for you boys.” He hands John a folder. He opens it and Piper tries to look over his shoulder to see. 

“Laswell will work with you, I'm sure it’s right up your alley. Been a while since you’ve been out in the field, you could use a good run,” Phillip says as he sits back down.

“Since when did you work for the DOD again?” John says, passing the folder to Simon. 

“Since they’re paying me to take care of this base.” 

“We don’t need you sitting around here when we could use you,” Shepherd says. John sighs, taking the folder out of Simon's hand and standing up. Simon and Piper follow him out of the room. There’s no ‘have a good day’ no ‘thank yous’ just silence as Shepherd and Phillip watch them leave. Piper closes the door behind her.

“Still thinking ‘bout that holiday?” Simon asks.

“Could use a change of scenery,” John responds. Piper looks at their backs confused. 

“Private jet would be nice,” Simon says. 

“I know a guy,” John replies. 

“When were you thinking then?” Simon asks.

“Don’t know, ‘pends on how quickly we can scramble,” John says. Are they talking in some kind of code? Piper thinks as she listens in. 

“12 hours, an hour if you’re desperate,” Simon says. 

“I’m not that desperate. You should talk to Soap and Gaz, see how they feel about a holiday.”  Simon nods going out the doors of the building while John stays behind. He turns to look at Piper. 

“C’mon let’s have a chat,” he says, gesturing her out the door. They walk in silence all the way until they’re out of the base and in the woods.

“I bring her here, you know. She likes the forest,” he says eventually. Piper nods. 

“She likes being outside, she spent so much of her life locked up,” she says. 

“Sergeant MacTavish has a house in Scotland. It’s rural, by a loch away from prying eyes. That’s where we would go if we needed to flee,” he says. A pit forms in Piper's stomach. 

“Why would you need to flee?” she asks, keeping her voice steady and her nerves tucked away. 

“We might need to flee if Professor Hale was to try anything.” 

“Do you think he will?” 

“Don’t know, but I don’t trust Shadow Company or General Shepherd. They’ve lied to us in the past and I wouldn’t be surprised if they would do it again.” He sighs. 

“So what? You want to run away, become fugitives? I’m pretty sure as soldiers you’d be deserting.” She looks up at John, his eyes seem darker all of a sudden. He doesn’t say anything and they continue walking.  “Okay so what would happen?” she asks after a few seconds. 

“If any of my team come to you and tell you we’re going on holiday you need to be ready to leave within the hour,” he says. She nods. 

“Your job will be to stick with the omega, and I mean stick with her. If we get separated, we’ll find you. But you need to keep her safe.” Piper's heart was pounding in her chest now, the nerves slipping through her facade. 

“You would do a better job protecting her,” she says. 

“No, not if things get hairy. Things can change in an instant. You need to listen and keep her safe if we can't. She needs someone she can trust to stay with her,” he explains, it makes her more nervous. 

“Do you think we’re in danger?” she asks him straight. 

“No, if I thought that we would have been gone by now. We just have to prepare for any eventuality,” he says, stopping and looking up at the trees. 

“I’ve never been to Scotland,” she says. 

“Hopefully you never will. At least not with us,” John says, turning back to head down the path. She follows him. 

“I don’t know if Johnny will be happy you said that.” She smiles trying to lighten the mood. 

“No I don’t think he would,” John chuckles. The rest of the walk goes in silence, Piper's mind running over different scenarios. If John was right then they would have to flee. The Professor was a threat, and maybe John didn’t want to admit it but Piper knew it. He wants his omega back. Only she’s not his omega anymore, she’s John’s omega, which puts his life in danger too. She stops him before they walk into the barracks pulling his arm before he opens the door.

“Professor Hale always had a plan for what would happen if the omega was claimed by someone else. I hope you know, you have a massive target on your back now.” John smiles which confuses Piper. 

“Don’t worry, I’m used to having a target on my back. You worry about finding that cure, we'll deal with the rest.” He opens the door walking into the building. Piper turns away, she should get back to work, the quicker they find the cure the quicker you’ll be safe. Or maybe the quicker she finds a cure the more disposable she is. She looks through the window of the door. She can see you resting against Kyle as John talks to Johnny in the kitchen. 

“Price told you about the holiday destination?” Simon asks from behind her, making her jump off the steps. She turns to look at him.  

“We call it a vacation over here,” she says walking up to him. She thinks she can see him smile. After so long of looking only in his eyes she thinks she can tell when he’s smiling. 

“Well, I wouldn’t call Scotland a holiday destination,” he says. 

“Anywhere other than here feels like a vacation.” She sighs, smiling at him. There’s a silence in the air as the sun is setting. There’s a light breeze making Piper shiver, bringing her hands up to warm her arms.

“Need any help?” he asks. She looks at him confused. 

“In the lab?” 

“Yeah, with the tests or whatever.” 

She nods, smiling at him. She walks past him towards the lab. 

“I can always use a hand.” 

Next Dividers by Plum98 & gild-ui Beta reader and editor - rememberwren

[izzabela]

Hear me out:

Bi han x fem reader where bi han takes reader out on a date but he didn't introduce them to his brothers or the earthrealmer champion. One day bi han takes y/n to a fancy dinner and johnny sees bi han in the distance and decides to go up to them as a group(everyone is having dinner together but bi han declined and didn't know they were going her) they try to get to know her and she has rock manipulation powers and bi han gets a bit possesive over them being so impressed and in awe with her

Unprecedented - Bi Han x fem!earth-bender!reader

in which Bi Han's date is ruined by idiots

a/n: hear me out- YEAH

ship[s]: bi han x fem!earth-bender!reader

warning(s): suggestive ending, semi-kanon story?

Bi Han does not forget things often or easily.

However, the fact he has been dating you for a year, and without introducing you to his family or the knuckle-heads he trained from time to time, was an incredible feat. It wasn't his fault though.

He was busy running a clan that spanned his family for generations. He sent his brothers on missions constantly, himself going along when needed.

He also left the Lin Kuei palace to train the champions at the Academy, and not bring them to his home.

His life also lied in life-or-death kombat, and Bi Han did not want you to see or know about it at all. Uncharacteristic of him, but he couldn't help it. Hell, he even kept his cryomancy at a minimum.

While you may have powers, the ability to manipulate the very earth you stood on, you did not align with the world of fighting and constant battle Bi Han faced. Instead, you used it in service of your hometown.

A town similar to Fengjian, but it was filled with older folks who couldn't lift plowing equipment the same way they did in their youth. You tilled the fields, harvested, and more chores that the elders couldn't do.

This was a defining characteristic about you that made Bi Han fall for you. You were protective of your "clan", just as Bi Han did for his. How he didn't introduce you to his family was a mystery to him still.

The consequences of this choice would be reaped momentarily.

In a rare instance, Bi Han snagged a day off and took you out on a date. Was it fancy? To the naked eye, no, but you were meeting an elder Bi Han respected and has known since childhood.

So yes, in hindsight it was. And you were hitting out of the park.

Madam Bo was absolutely smitten with you. She came off intimidating, at first, practically sizing you up as you stood, sat, and ate with Bi Han.

However, over the course of the meal, she checked up on both of you and asked many questions. Now, near the end of the meal, you had made her a happy auntie.

"How do you find Madam Bo?" Bi Han asks you. You dab a napkin on your lips to wipe away any sauce before answering.

"Intimidating at first, but she is truly a kind woman," you note her qualities. "And tough too! I like her fire."

Bi Han nods, approving your view on his retired elder. "She is well-known in the clan. I am glad you also agree with the sentiment I and the rest of the clan has of her."

You take a big bite of your food, chewing and swallowing first before you ask about family.

"How come I have not met your brothers yet? You speak highly of them, and it would be a shame to not meet them after a year of dating..." you sigh, dejected at not meeting his family.

As he begins to answer, he can hear the flamboyant voice of a certain actor in the distance. He flicks his head around to scan his surroundings, and his eyes meet the devilish glint of the actor.

"This is... unprecedented," Bi Han sighs.

"Bi Han? What is it?" you ask as you follow his eyes.

You meet the gaze of a man with brown hair and sunglasses, a man with a bun, a blindfolded man, and a man with a... razor hat?

You also note a man with gray hair and a man who looks awfully similar to your boyfriend.

They all come your way, and they're all smiles as they converse and ask questions.

"Greetings to the Lin Kuei's grandmaster," the man in a pulled-back bun says. "What brings you here?"

Bi Han nods his head to acknowledge him, "I am enjoying a meal with my... beloved."

Suddenly, all eyes are on you (even the blindfolded man). They're all looking up and down at you, and you're shy as you introduce yourself.

"You are brother's beloved?!" the ash-haired man exclaims, which earns him a smack on the back of his head.

"Tomas, show some respect," the Bi Han look-alike scolds.

"We are Bi Han's brothers. I am Kuai Liang, this is Tomas," Kuai Liang introduces himself. "It is a pleasure to finally meet the one who has our brother's heart."

You blush and bow, telling him to get up as you go around the crowd asking each man their names.

The man wearing sunglasses was named Johnny, the one who greeted Bi Han first was Raiden. Next to him was the blindfolded man Kenshi, and the sharp hat guy was Kung Lao.

Bi Han finishes paying the bill silently, watching over you as you converse with the champions and his brothers.

He can hear them asking questions on how you two met, if you had powers, where you were from, blah, blah and blah.

It made Bi Han twist and writhe in... agony? No, that wasn't right. Whatever the emotion was, he had never felt it until now.

He watched as you giggled at Kenshi and Johnny's bickering, blushed a bit at his brother's compliments, laughed heartily at Kung Lao's useless flirtation, and smiled at Raiden's humble praises.

It honestly baffled you on how Bi Han could not introduce you to such a colorful group of men.

"What brought you all here?" you asked, finally having the floor for questioning.

"Tomas owed us a meal after I won a spar," Kung Lao bragged.

You giggle again, "Well then, I won't keep you all waiting." You get up and come to Bi Han's side and place a hand on his shoulder.

"We will be taking our leave, do enjoy yourselves!"

Bi Han nods, and as quick as lightning he took you out and away from the restaurant. You didn't even get a chance to say goodbye.

"B-Bi Han!" you yell. "My darling, what has gotten into you?"

Bi Han doesn't let go as he keeps walking. Your wrist is in his hand, and it grips rather tightly before he stops and turns around.

"Darling?" you call to him softly. "Tell me, what's gotten you acting like this?"

You put your hand on his cheek and watch him lean into it. Like a little house cat, purring into the warmth of his owner.

"Bi Han?" you ask again.

"I did not like how close they got to you," Bi Han whispers.

A ghost of a smile appears on your face, and you rolls your eyes as your thumb strokes back and forth on his cheek.

"Darling? Do not tell me that you're jealous?" you question him as he simply huffs.

"I am not a fool who cannot control his emotions," Bi Han says as he crosses his arms, pulling away from your touch.

You giggle as you circle him, teasing him like a child as you keep poking him with questions.

You stood on your tip-toes to reach his ears, whispering something rather raunchy to get him out of his stump.

"You have all of me, and I can show you once we go back home."

Bi Han had never summoned a portal so fast in his life.

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lowkey a lazy ending, im tryna watch the olympics

dont worry, more fics coming your way

see yall in the next fic!

[scoobyrooster1]

She's Mine [Part 1]

Qimir x (she/her)!reader

Summary: Events take place after episode 8 of the acolyte. You are Qimirs new acolyte after agreeing to train under him. But, first you both must escape to the outer rim and outrun the Jedi who now hunts you. A precarious situation arises when you suddenly owe a debt to the local gunrunner... but it could be just the opportunity you've been hoping for. Now you have to break the news to Qimir... Shit. Warnings: Angst, Angry Qimir, cursing Notes: I plan for this to be a slow burn story between you and Qimir. Haven't officially decided on a permanent title yet. And yes there will be plenty of future smut but I wanna do this right!

*Im trying my best to use canon history but high republic era is a little difficult so there will be discrepancies and times where I have to improvise... bear with me!

She's Mine [Intro] She's Mine [Part 1] She's Mine [Part 2]

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The Republic's influence and reach were stronger than ever, and with that came the ever-present shadow of the Jedi. Since narrowly escaping Vernestra on Brandok, the last few months had been a blur. You were never truly safe. Settling down had been more a matter of necessity than comfort, and even then, "settling" was a stretch.

You were still trapped within the confines of Republic space. Your ship's transponder was a liability, a beacon that couldn’t slip past any checkpoints unnoticed. The only real refuge was the Outer Rim, far from the vigilant eyes of the Jedi and the ever-watchful Republic. But the closest jump to Hutt space was out of reach, forcing you to land on the barren sands of Jakart.

The Jedi were already scouring the galaxy for any sign of force discrepancies, even in the most remote backwater planets. And you both couldn't very well lead them back to Qimirs home. So, you made the choice to hide in plain sight, settling in a place where the noise of a thousand other lives could drown out your presence. Jakart, with its swarms of thugs, scavengers, and criminals, was the perfect cover. Here, you could disappear into the crowd, becoming just another face. But you knew that this was a temporary solution; the longer you stayed, the more you pushed your luck, and the longer you went without proper training.

You didn’t know when—or if—another opportunity like Ian’s would come along. Passage to the Outer Rim on a ship that could evade Republic scouts was a rare gift, one that you couldn’t afford to lose But now, you had to face the hard part: breaking the news to Qimir.

As you scanned into the small, cramped building you and Qimir now called home, a wave of exhaustion washed over you. The door slid open with a hiss, and you stepped inside, the faint hum of the city’s underbelly muffled by the walls. You pulled off your cloak, shaking off the fine layer of dust that clung to it, a grim reminder of the harsh environment outside. Your eyes stung from the grit of the sand, and you rubbed them wearily. It had been a long, grueling day.

The dimly lit room felt stifling, the walls pressing in with the weight of the choices you had to make. You tossed the cloak aside and took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself before the inevitable conversation. Qimir wasn’t going to like what you had to say, but there was no other option.

The sound of Qimir moving around in the next room broke your train of thought. You squared your shoulders, pushing down the fatigue, and stepped forward.

There he stood. Looking at you through wisps of black hair, slick with sweat. His eyes, which you once thought were brown, seemed almost black now, with a sharpness that felt more predatory than human.

"You're back." He exclaimed.

"I picked up some Jogans." You tilted your head in the direction of the small table in the corner.

"Feeling hungry after that mug today?"

You only sighed in response.

"That thug tried to take my shit... Would you have rather I just let him walk away?"

He tilted his head back in frustration, his adams apple bobbing as he swallowed whatever distaste was rising in his throat.

"How many times do I have to remind you that our survival here banks on our ability to lay low."

"About that..."

His eyes locked on you, demanding an explanation.

"I found a ship that can take us to the outer rim, under the radar."

His eyebrows shot up in surprise "the pilot you found wasn't a bust after all."

You bristled at his tone, almost offended by his doubt. These past few months had shown how strained the relationship could become. It felt more like a game of cat and mouse, and you hated losing.

"Not exactly."

He continued to stare at you through his eyebrows. Why did he always have to stare at you like that.

"A smuggler can get us there."

"who's the smuggler."

He didn't waste any time. You tensed. Ian was the last name you wanted to give. But thats where this was headed anyways. You just had to bite the bullet.

"Ian Skynyr."

Even the name tasted bad on your tongue.

His jaw twitched.

Jeez this was gonna a difficult one to swallow.

"Skynyr." He repeated.

He took a long pause before continuing. "No."

"This is our only shot. You know as well as I do that a freighter like his could secure us both passage safely off of Jakart. I just have to help him out then we can---"

"Help him with what exactly." He cut you off.

You froze.

"Its just a job." You stated casually.

"What kind of job."

"Obtaining and transporting cargo to some client." You brushed it off as if it were a mere fly buzzing past your ear.

"What else."

"Thats all he told me."

"Details matter y/n."

"No they don't matter... because this might be our only chance to get to the outer rim."

"Whatever debt he thinks you owe him... forget it. Skynyr is an idiot. Wherever he goes a blaster target follows him."

"I know, I know. I trust him about as far as I can throw him. But he's all we've got. So, I'm doing it."

"And the deal we made?"

"What about it? I'm not going back on anything. So being your acolyte is following whatever you say regardless? Can you not trust me on this?"

He grimaced.

"No. It means don't fall into a mess I have to pull you out of."

"I can handle myself just fine. I thought Brandok proved that."

"Brandok only revealed how reckless you are right now."

Did the death of your old master, at your own hands, prove nothing to him?

No.

You were bartering with a man that had no interest with the rest of what you had to say. But no matter how much he disliked this plan or how much of a headache your existence seemed to him at this moment... he couldn't resist the appeal of Ians secure passage through Republic space.

"Do you have any better ideas then?"

He sighed, finally breaking eye contact and looking down at the floor. His posture slumped as he leaned against the wall, just as exhausted as you were.

"If you can come up with one, I wont take Ians offer. Otherwise we should take this deal."

You didn’t wait for a reply. Instead, you walked into the next room, slumping onto the small cot that had been your bed for the past few weeks.

You imagined that the only reason he didn't follow was because he knew the truth, which was that you both had no idea when another chance like this would arise. He was just angry it involved working for Ian.

You replayed what Qimir had said to you.

Brandok only revealed how reckless you are right now.

You realized that killing your old master did prove your commitment. But to Qimir it also unearthed how little he truly knew you. And something he couldn't predict or control... that probably terrified him.

Good.

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You basically had to drag Qimir to the landing platform where Ians team was meeting. The air was filled with hyper fluid and gases that singed your nostrils. It reminded you of your old post fixing up freighters like the one that now towered before you. Although, that life now felt like it belonged to someone else.

Ian practically beamed when he saw you both approach, his voice cutting through the cacophony of the buzzing platform. "Glad to see you made it."

You only gave him a small nod in return face remaining neutral.

The rest of the crew were people you recognized from around the bazaar.

The Transdoshan known as Kiro. His presence was intimidating, standing at an imposing 6'7", with a build that suggested he could break bones as easily as he could snap his scaly talons.

Next to him was Shaun, a grizzled sharpshooter. He gave you a curt nod, acknowledging your presence with the little care.

A droid, its model old but well-maintained, stood quietly beside them. You couldn’t quite place its make, but it looked functional and that’s all that mattered.

And Ian. Your point of contact - begrudgingly so.

"Our buyer is interested in a rarity being sold at auction tomorrow on Carinth. Job is to secure the cargo and transport it. We'll rendezvous with him on Canto Bight."

"how do you intend to secure the bid. I'm guessing you don't have nearly enough credits to bid on something that an anonymous buyer wants"

Your skeptic tone was thinly veiled.

"Who said anything about bidding with actual credits."

"So what, you yell fire and then grab it in the chaos?"

"Our operation is a little more refined than that."

Qimir scoffed earning a frown from Ian.

Kiro growled, lacing his arms together in a tight cross obviously put off by Qimirs severe lack of respect for any of them.

"The buyer is willing to pay whatever sum for the item plus our services. But he doesn't want to be tied to the acquisition of the aforementioned cargo. So we're going to act as his ambassador of sorts"

"And how do you intend to make the highest bid."

"Rod here is going to take care of that." He gestured to the droid. "So no matter what you have the highest bid."

"Wait, that I have the highest bid?"

"Well Yord was supposed to be the stand in for the auction and canto bight but he's kinda occupied right now."

It took everything in you to bite your tongue.

"You said this was a simple job." You bristled.

"It is."

"You never said anything about impersonating a bidder."

"You didn't ask sweetheart."

Qimir clenched his jaw.

"Yord normally keeps a low profile which made him the best suited for the stand in. Unlucky that he broke his streak on trying to rob you"

"I'll be recognized."

"Where we'll be, no one is going to give two bactas about who you are. These aren't the type of joints where saints congregate. Jedi will be the least of your worries."

"Why are the Jedi looking for you two anyways." Shaun questioned suddenly very interested in the conversation.

"Thats none of your concern."

Shaun put his hands up realizing that you weren't one to answer pointed questions.

"Whats the item I'll be bidding on."

"that also happens to be none of your concern either."

"If we're doing this job I need more information to make sure were not walking into anything we can't walk out of."

"Even if I wanted to I couldn't tell you. The item only goes by its bidding number and the client wont share beyond that. Also I don't really care what it is... as long as I get paid. You're now the stand in on Carinth and Canto Bight, and thats all I'll hear of it."

"Why was it Yord? why me?"

"There's a strong likelihood that the rest of us aren't exactly on the best terms with some of the attendees frequenting the auction, especially not in Canto Bight. We need someone who’s not a big player—or better yet, someone who���s completely unknown. The client insists on absolute secrecy. The fewer issues we encounter and questions we face, the better."

You couldn't deny that everything he stated made sense for a job such as this.

"So what happens when they find out the credits being transferred are fake?"

"Thats when we blast out of there like a bat out of hell."

You almost smirked. You hated to admit it but the chase excited you.

"So you're what is considered a big player?" You replied mockingly.

"Ouch." He pretended to take a knife to the heart.

"Fine."

"And just because I like you so very much y/n I'll let the two of you split Yords share."

"How generous of you, Ian." You swallowed your words with disdain.

"I like to think so." he smiled with great satisfaction. "Be here at 05:00."

Before you could nod your head, Qimir had already turned on his heal heading towards the exit.

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"Whatever you have to say, go ahead. Get it out."

Qimir said nothing as you followed him down the ally. Though you could almost read the back of his head.

"Well if you're going to brood about it at least -"

Before you could get your next words out, you were slammed against the wall. The impact knocked the air from your lungs, and you barely had time to react before his hands pinned your arms to your sides, his grip like iron.

"This isn’t my fault," you gasped.

"Of course it isn’t," his voice was dripping with sarcasm.

You could feel the anger radiating off him. He continued.

"Skynyr is trouble, and nothing but. That makes him dangerous."

"And what are we exactly?" you shot back, your voice tinged with defiance. "What are we?"

"You know what we are," he replied. His tone was cold, as if stating an undeniable truth.

"So when did smugglers become the biggest, baddest thing in the galaxy? In the dark, there’s nothing to fear but us."

"Maker, you’re naive," he spat. "He’s more trouble than he’s worth."

"You’re right," you conceded, though your voice was steady with what you said next. "The sooner we leave the sooner we can continue training. And he’s our best shot out of here."

His jaw clenched, and his teeth bared in a snarl. The rage in his eyes was palpable, and for a moment, you felt a shiver run down your spine. He tightened his grip, pressing you harder against the cold, unforgiving wall. The proximity, the force, everything about the moment screamed danger, yet you held your ground.

"The only reason I’m willing to go along with this little drama," he whispered, a lethal calm overtaking him, his face inches from yours, "is because of that damn republic transponder. Maker knows who else has one... Maybe this trip will teach you a valuable lesson, my young apprentice."

Those last three words hung in the air like dead bodies.

Ghosts.

Ones that constantly haunted you.

My young apprentice.

It wasn’t just a title; it was a reminder of everything you had left behind when you walked away from the Order. He was asserting his authority, reminding you of what you were to him—and more importantly, what he was to you. The unspoken command was clear: Don’t forget it.

You could see the words of warning in his eyes.

"Yes, Master," you whispered.

He stared at you for a moment longer, as if to ensure you truly grasped the gravity of your position. He loosened his grip and pushed himself away from you, storming off toward the compound.

You remained against the wall for a few seconds longer, the echoes of the encounter still reverberating through your mind. The word “Master” clung to you like a weight.

The next morning you both had packed everything you owned... which was very little. But it wasn't the material things that weighed you down. Qimir lashed out at you for a good reason. It was the uncertainty, the sense that you were stepping into something that could very well get you both killed.

Or worst captured.

Maker help me. You whispered.

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Thats it for today! Hope you liked it! If your feeling it, let me know what you think in the comments.

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I saw your asks are open, idk if you are still taking rq for this or not https://www.tumblr.com/askgametime/705287969574158336?source=share but if you are can you do

11, 13, 29, 42, 50, 61, 79, 93. With Seung?

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     How Y/n’s ship had made it out of the Milky Way was a miracle to her. What wasn’t was a crash landing on an exo-planet. She had zero clue if it was even safe for her to be here until she met Seungmin. He looked human but she learned quickly he wasn’t. Nonetheless, she still trusted him. However, she didn’t feel like she had much of a choice at this point. 

     Seungmin gave her a place to stay and managed to learn her language easily. She learned she’d landed on the planet called MIROH. Something she didn’t know on earth. Meeting his friends whom he threatened swore to secrecy. Not trusting many other people on the planet when it came to other species. Y/n didn’t mind staying in his home much. He was clean and he helped her adapt while she tried to figure out how she was going to get back home.

     His friends had taken a look at her ship with her and they’d concluded that it was fixable but it was going to take some time. It was damaged from its travels— most ships from Earth didn’t last long past the Milky Way galaxy. So she was here for a while.

     The eight aliens—or was she the alien now?— were great company in all honesty. But when you lived with one for so long and he was better than any other man she had met on earth, things were bound to happen. 

     After a good year— in MIROH’s orbit, not Earth orbit— of living with Seungmin, she’d come to realize she had developed feelings for him and she did her best to hide it since she could be leaving at any moment to go back home. But as the year dragged into the next, it looked less likely that she would be home on earth anytime soon. So, MIROH started to become her home and she became okay with having feelings for her roommate. 

     Seungmin on the other hand, had had an inkling of his feelings for her since he found her crashed ship. And like her, he kept to himself since she could leave at any moment and only acted on them when it appeared clear to him and his friends that her going back to Earth was highly unlikely. And if it weren’t for Jisung’s loud mouth, he would have kept them a secret too.

     But seven months after the incident, he was glad his friend had said something rather loudly.

     “Morning,” Y/n kissed her boyfriend’s cheek as he was making her a cup of coffee— or as she described it, coffee adjacent.

     “Morning,” He smiled as he turned and pulled her to him. Y/n smiled and wrapped her arms around him

     “Oh! Can I ask you a question?”

     “You just did but I’ll give you a second one.”

     “Haha, very funny. I was talking with Hyunjin yesterday—”

     “Terrible idea.”

     Y/n glared at him for a moment before continuing, “Anyways. He asked about our sex life.”

     “Why?”

     “Specifically about something I didn’t know you had.”

     “I have no idea what you are talking about.” He did. But he was deciding the best way to bury his friend’s body at the moment

     “Were you ever going to tell me you had tentacles? Or a breeding season?”

     “You’ve lived with me for two years and you didn’t know I had a breeding season?”

     “You were not around much when it occurred.”

     Seungmin sighed, “I was going to tell you eventually but I know it’s not something you’re used to and I didn’t want to scare you away.”

     “Min, respectfully, where am I going to go?”

     “I guess you’re right. But it’s still a lot more than what we do now.”

     “Well, tell me about it.”

     “Are you sure?”

     “Yep,” Y/n reached behind him, grabbed her cup of coffee, and dragged him over to the couch. Making him tell her every detail of it.

    His species breeding season was a few weeks away so they’d planned to just lock themselves away in the house until it was over, most of the aliens on the planet did anyways so it wouldn’t be weird. Seungmin had gathered supplies before the season started— most of which he had in the house anyway. He honestly wasn’t too sure how this was going to affect Y/n. He’d unfortunately heard from Chan and Minho that their species females were hyper fertile during the season so he didn’t know what to expect from his human girlfriend.

    Once the season changed, Seungmin felt it. They were up late again, Y/n was in the kitchen fixing something to snack on when she heard a loud groan from the living room. “You okay Min?”

    “No,” he groaned

    “What happened?”

    “It started.”

     It took Y/n a moment to remember what he was talking about. At first, she questioned if the men of MIROH got periods but then she remembered. Breeding season.

     “Come here, please,” Seungmin called.

     Y/n put her snack in the fridge and joined her boyfriend in the living room, at least for a second. Seungmin had stood quickly and picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder.

     “Minnie!” She squealed, surprised by the strength she didn’t know he had to begin with.

     “Sorry,” He mumbled as he got into their bedroom. Practically throwing her on the bed.

     Y/n’s face grew warmer at the action. Watching as he stripped away his shirt and pinned her to the mattress, lips immediately attaching to hers. Y/n moaned into his lips as his hands pinned her wrists down to the mattress. Y/n was so used to him being more on the softer side, only sometimes being a little harder— explaining it linked to his species’ tendencies. Now she knew it meant their breeding season.

     Seungmin’s lips moved down to her neck, giving her a quick warning about his tentacles before two appendages were snaking up her shirt. They felt warm, not slimy like the movies on Earth would describe them. Though they were strong. They managed to tear her shirt off her and then wrap it around her breasts. Kneading them and playing with her nipples.

     “Min,” Y/n moaned as she arched into him

     “Fuck, you sound so good,” Seungmin moaned as his hands moved down from her wrists to pull down her bottoms and underwear. Getting rid of both pieces in one go.

     His middle finger slid inside her, pumping in and out of her. The two appendages that were on her breasts moved up and wrapped around her wrists. Holding her down against the bed as he marked up her neck, finger pumping in and out of her.

     “More,” Y/n whined

     “Yeah?” Seungmin teased as he slipped another finger into her. Y/n moaned in reply before he pushed his lips back to hers. Tongue finding its way into her mouth and twirling around hers. 

     His fingers moved in and out of her as she tried reaching for him. Needing to hold him but the tentacles holding her wrists kept her from doing so. Seungmin smiled against her lips, feeling her struggle against him. He pulled his fingers out and grabbed hold of her hands. Y/n laced her fingers with his as his tentacles moved and pushed down his pants and boxers. Y/n barely noticed until the appendages spread her legs. Seungmin pushed himself right against her. 

     Y/n moaned against his lips as he ground against her. Tentacles holding her legs open before they flipped her onto her stomach. Seungmin’s hands were on top of hers and kissed down her back. 

     “I love you,” Seungmin mumbled

     “Love you too,” Y/n mumbled 

     She felt two more warm—slightly wet— tentacles on her body. Prodding at both her holes. Y/n moaned as she pushed back against him. Seungmin smiled as one pushed into her cunt. Listening to her moans. The slipperiness of the tentacle helped slide in easily, the other tentacle worked slowly past the tight rim of her ass. Y/n moaned and squeezed around him. 

     Seungmin mumbled praises into her back as both slimy appendages made their way into her. Her fingers tightened around his before he pulled her head up with one tentacle. “Open your mouth for me, baby,” Seungmin commanded. 

     Y/n opened her mouth like he said to and a tentacle slipped down her throat. Y/n moaned around the appendage as the one inside her pussy started moving slowly out to push back in her. The tentacle in her throat moved with it. The only one staying still was in her ass. Seungmin still letting her adjust to him being in there. 

     Slowly the pace picked up a bit and the third one joined in. Y/n moaned as tears pricked her lash line. Seungmin held onto her hands as he mumbled praises into her back. Somehow she felt the tentacles getting deeper in her with each thrust. She felt him everywhere. In parts, she didn’t know that could be reached. It made her eyes almost roll back. Her jaw relaxed fully, hearing the noises that came from the tentacle fucking her throat. 

     “Fuck,” Seungmin groaned. One hand went under her and rolled her clit. Her walls tightened around him as he stimulated the little bud. Her moans were silenced by the appendage in her throat. His fingers worked quickly on the bud as she tightened around him more. Her hips started to buck erratically against his hand as he kissed her shoulder blades.

     She felt warmth in her throat as she was about to tip over the edge. Warm and sweet. Y/n’s eyes rolled back as her orgasm hit while he was filling her throat with his cum. Seungmin groaned behind her as the other two tentacles released his load into her. Pushing deep inside her and letting the cum fill her. Y/n moaned as she came down from her high while the tentacle left her throat. She caught her breath as Seungmin held her close to him.

     “Minnie.” Y/n’s voice was hoarse.

     “Sorry. It’s gonna take a minute,” her boyfriend told her

     She could feel the cum making its way into her. After a couple more moments, he pulled out of her and turned her around, laying her on her back and pushing into both holes again. 

     “Min!” Y/n gasped

     “Gotta make it stick baby,” He said as he started thrusting into her. “Gotta fill you up.”

     Y/n threw her head back as the tentacles kept her arms and legs pinned to the bed. Not letting her move her limbs. She felt another on her clit. Sucking on the bud as Seubgmin held onto her waist with his hands. Watching the tears fall from her lashline from the overstimulation. He did not know how much she could handle but he was almost blinded by the need to breed.

     “Minnie! I’m gonna cum!” Y/n cried out

     “Cum. Cum all over me baby,” Seungmin groaned

     He watched her hand clench and her limbs spasm slightly. Feeling the familiar warmth of her cum coating his cock as he started picking up his pace. Fucking her through the high then pulled her closer to him as he fucked her to his second high. Wrapping his arms around her as the two tentacles pumped into her before burying themselves deep in her again. Seungmin held her as close as he could as his cum filled her

     “Min,” Y/n mumbled

     “I’ve got you,” Seungmin kissed the side of her head

     “Sleepy,” Y/n groaned

     “I’ll clean you up when I’m finished then we can go to bed.”

     Y/n nodded and weakly wrapped her arms around him. Once he finished, he took her to the bathroom, getting both of them cleaned up and redressed.

     “Feel okay?” Seungmin asked as he got her in bed

     “Full,” Y/n grumbled

     “Oh baby, we still have a whole month left.”

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girldad!Feyd Headcanons

— WARNINGS: angst, but also fluff — A/N: In the canon, Feyd’s daughter with Margot was named Marie Fenring, and she dies a tragic death at quite a young age. This is going to be a completely self-indulgent fix-it. Enjoy ✨

Sure, he’s the most violent and unhinged madman this side of Gamma Waiping, but even Feyd knows there’s a time and place for everything.

The time being when the Atreides are defeated and the Emperor rewards him and he’s free to go after the Fenrings with his Harkonnen troops.

First, they find Count Hasimir, a frail little man with rodent-like features and thin greying hair. The Emperor’s oldest friend, and the best assassin in the known universe. Feyd knows better than to take him on in single combat, so he has his men deal with him while he goes after Margot.

He finds her in the furthest room of their castle past a cadre of guards that he makes short work of. She’s holding a little girl’s hand… Small and pale with thick dark ringlets, she looks just like he did as a child. He can tell even past the thick visor of the helm he wears — something made to not only protect but also block out sound. Margot knows it’s him just by his gait. She speaks, but it doesn’t matter. Her voice has no effect this time.

He sees the flash of a laser on the wall as his men join him and block the only exit. Feyd walks over to Margot, uncoils the little girl’s hand from hers, and takes her away. Lady Fenring will be brought to Kaitain to answer for her crimes against the once-young na-Baron. The Bene Gesserits, humbled after their near defeat on Arrakis, will not defend her actions — she has already served her purpose anyway.

The little girl looks up at him as they walk away with an unsettling and knowing light in her dark eyes. Feyd gazes down at her and, although she could not see his face, it was as if they’d always known each other.

But he also notices her little legs can hardly keep up with his stride. Oh, that’s right, children are smaller… He stops, kneels, and lifts her up into his arms as he carries her back to the ship.

He was actually nervous about taking off his helmet in front of her. What would she think of seeing a Harkonnen for the first time? They were so different from the soft and sunkissed people of the planet she was raised on…

But she had an eery calm to her even at the age of seven standard years. She regards him no differently than before and also does not acknowledge any need for reverence, even when he tells her who he is.

“Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen.” “Hello.” “And what’s your name?” “Marie.”

He found himself genuinely shy when he informed her he was her father, and was all the more surprised to find an impish smile grow on her face. “I know.” Margot must have told her after all…

She doesn’t cry, she doesn’t seem afraid, but Feyd comforts her the whole way to their home planet. He pets her dark crown of curls as she sits beside him on the ship, supports her back when she drinks, and makes out of galactic maps the most unusual of toys to distract her with on the long journey back. None of it comes naturally to him and for the first time he has to think before he acts. It leaves his nerves rattled, but every time she looks up into his eyes and smiles so innocently he gains his calm again.

Giedi Prime was not the first place he had in mind for raising a child, but the other planets he could lay claim to — Lankiveil and Arrakis — were not great choices either. Now that he was Baron, this was where he had to be — at least until the Emperor decided who should govern Arrakis following the trouble with the Fremen. The Corrinos left a cadre of Mentats in charge to oversee the change for now.

She hates the planet at first, scrunching up her little face at the stark white light during the day, at the poisonous smoke, at the vast black wastes filled with petrol. Feyd engages an ecologist the first week Marie is there and plans a series of greenhouses for her with the best water filtration systems spice can buy.

“Why can’t the whole planet be like this?” she asks when he first shows it to her. They walk through young trees, Feyd dodging thin branches of raw red and green while his daughter skips ahead like a lamb. “Because it just can’t,” he mutters. “But why?” “Because it would cost too much.” “How much?” “I don’t know.” “Why not?”

A secret communication arrives to the Emperor inquiring whether he has room in his court for a new assassin now that Hasimir Fenring is gone.

His days are split between official duties, training in the arena, and playing with Marie. He discovers a part of himself again when he is with her — that innocent part that had been lost or buried when he first got to Giedi Prime. There is a satisfaction in making it for her a less brutal arrival, even a pleasant one.

He finds her laughing as she runs through the long halls, tugging on the lances of the guards — who look horrified at the sight of a playful child for the first time, but stay obediently still — and throwing rocks into the oil pools outside the palace to gawk at the pretty rainbow colours.

She loves the vaporous transparent gowns the servants wear, and the servants love her too. They dote on her, fearfully at first but more boldly when they notice Feyd’s approval. The retention rate goes up starkly at the palace, as does the average longevity.

Everyone is puzzled about what to do with her hair, but Marie teaches Feyd to braid it the way her mother did. She’s not shy about berating him either whenever he gets it wrong.

And most nights he falls asleep with her in one arm and a holographic storyreel in the other. He wants to be the sort of parent he only briefly had, the kind he vaguely remembers from his years on Lankiveil.

He dreams of his mother now more than he ever did, and wakes up feeling sorry for how much he falls short. He has no idea how to care for a child, no idea of how to raise her, but he knows he wants to try. Wants to succeed, for her. Marie might not have been an intended child, the way he was, but she was his own flesh and blood and he’d be damned before he made her feel unwanted.

His harpies love her, of course. But he fears they do a bit too much and dismisses them not one month after Marie arrives on the planet. While he’s never indulged, he can only imagine with a frightful shiver how sweet and tender a child’s flesh is.

To the consternation of his people, he flies in tutors from other planets for her. Philosophers from Ecaz, musicians from Chusuk, biologists from Lernaeus, and even a historian from Kaitain itself. She has a Mentat but no Bene Gesserit to serve in her education. His uncle had been wrong about a lot of things, but the scheming of witches was not one of them.

Her bedroom — more white and pale blue than the standard inky black, and decorated with pink ribbons — has a court of dollies on one side and toy swords on the other. Feyd’s love of weaponry does not escape her and, in her childish innocence, she’s fascinated by it all. He takes delight in this, of course, but worries too. Imagining his little child with blood on her hands scares him, and it makes him wonder what sort of person his uncle was to encourage it in him.

In loving her, Feyd’s never felt more unloved himself. Sure, he had his mother and father at one point, but all of that was taken from him when he was Marie’s age. Since then, nobody had cared about him, nobody had even wanted him unless it was to fulfil a purpose. Not his uncle, not his brother, not even Margot…

He comforted himself now that he’d spared Marie of such a fate. His little girl would not become a glorified breeding horse for the Bene Gesserits nor a pawn in the Emperor’s games. He would fill her life with all the things he never had.

Marie grows as the gardens grow, and Feyd begins to speak with the professor from Lernaeus and a retired planetologist from Acline about plans for terraforming Giedi Prime, and one day putting Marie in charge. Her lessons become more structured.

A fact to which she protests, but not for long. She is clever for her age, and understanding, and nobody can explain to her better than Feyd that, although learning can seem useless and boring compared to play, she needs to prepare for the years to come.

“You like the gardens, don’t you?” “Yes…” “And you like eating fruit, right?” “Yes, and smelling flowers.” “What if you could do that all the time, then? Not just in the greenhouses?”

She comes to like the skies of Giedi Prime as well, and the way fireworks look like ink blots. Her every birthday is marked with an array of black and white that make the sky a work of art.

Marie never asks to be the sort of Baroness that always lays around, because Feyd doesn’t do that either. As she grows older he starts to spend more time with her during the day, letting her sit in on meetings, and they debate for hours afterwards on what course the Barony should take. He finds she is more brave than he is, but more reckless too.

“No, little melon, we can’t just declare war on them.” “But why? You know they’re spying on us…” “Yes, but we have no proof.” “Of course we have proof. How would you know otherwise?” “Proof needs to be physical or recorded.” “Let’s record them spying, then.” “Well now they know that we know, so they will have a different approach.” “I still think war would end the problem faster. Or challenge them to a duel!” “I’m getting too old for this…”

They see more of the planet together too, venturing to the caves and crevices that run beneath the surface, taking samples of the native life bubbling in hot springs and collecting crystalline samples.

He takes her to Lankiveil for her fifteenth birthday and they sail together through its icy floes. She loves the sign of whales off in the distance and sounding the ship’s horn, although the local food leaves much to be desired.

“It smells weird.” “It’s fish.” “They stink…” “You want a salad instead?” “Yes, please…”

By the time she turns eighteen, the Emperor has decided to put Arrakis back into Harkonnen hands, and Feyd is terrified. As bad as Giedi Prime is, he wants to see her on Dune even less. Marie can tell this, observant as she is. She’s grown more quiet when she’s thinking and less rash with her decisions, but loud when she wants to be, and daring.

Feyd doesn’t know what to expect of Arrakis anymore and has mixed feelings about it, but he knows one thing for certain: anyone who’s a threat to his daughter there, dies.

“I’ll miss Giedi Prime,” she says as they’re approaching orbit. “It’s finally getting green in places, and rainclouds have begun to form…” “You can go back any time, you know,” says Feyd immediately. “I won’t keep you on this piece of hell…” “I’ll stay,” says Marie. She has the same strange determination she had in her eyes the day they met. “I heard it has old terraforming stations… I’ll want to visit them one day.”

It isn’t easy ruling a desert planet, even one that’s been subdued, but the new spice flow makes it worth it. Feyd keeps Marie close, teaches her everything, watches her grow, and soon she’s sent in delegations reporting to the Landsraad. She represents House Harkonnen better than her great uncle did — and, to Feyd’s pride, better than he ever could.

[dindjarindiaries]

Wounds Unseen

summary: You and Hunter help each other through the fallout of Omega’s capture on Pabu.

pairing: sergeant hunter (tbb) x reader

tags: season 3 spoilers, angst, injuries (incl. blood), trauma, hurt/comfort, fluff

rating: T

word count: 3.298k

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You bit your cheek to try to keep yourself silent as you limped over and over on your injured leg. The skin hadn’t stopped burning or bleeding since the blaster bolt caught it, but that didn’t stop you from walking on it and ignoring the pain as you tried your best to find Crosshair.

You had seen it all happen. The distraction, the attempted shot, and the long arc the tracker made before it ultimately missed the ship created an image within your mind that was hard to get rid of. The way your heart had fallen into the pits of your stomach was even harder to ignore.

It had broken you, but there was no doubt you weren’t nearly as broken as Crosshair was. That weight was sitting firmly on his shoulders. And Hunter…

He didn’t even know.

Neither did Wrecker, who was still unconscious in Shep’s safe room. You tightened your jaw at the thought of it. He would be devastated, but he would keep himself strong for the sake of Omega and his brothers. He had done it before for you and Hunter. You could only hope that he had taken the time to process it—and that he would do so again.

Chaos was still ensuing all around you, but you were set on your own mission. The pain hiding at the edges of your senses threatened to creep in and drown out everything else. You pushed it back, intent upon focusing on your family instead. You weren’t far from where Crosshair had made the shot.

The closer you got, the more you began to realize you weren’t the first one to find him.

Elevated voices got louder as you picked up your pace as much as you could manage. There was no mistaking the sound of Hunter’s rage, which bit through each word he spoke—or yelled. Crosshair’s responses were full of his own venom, but it was undoubtedly aimed towards himself.

Either way, they were taking their devastation out on each other, and you couldn’t sit by and let it happen, especially not when you thought of how Omega would react to it. You winced as you went even faster, never stopping until Hunter and Crosshair were in full earshot.

“Whose fault is it now?” Hunter snapped at Crosshair as you struggled down a nearby staircase. He gave Crosshair’s armored shoulder a rough shove. “Who’s the one that let her go?”

“Hunter!” You called for him from where you had just stepped off the last stair. You swallowed back a cry of pain and made your way over to them.

“This was your choice, Hunter,” Crosshair snarled in response. “You were the one who left her to me. I did the best with what you gave me!”

“My choice?” Hunter scoffed and tightened his fists at his sides. “My choice, my order, was for you to stay with her and Wrecker! It was one simple order, Crosshair!” Hunter pushed off Crosshair’s chestplate that time. “And you couldn’t even follow it!”

“Hunter!” The adrenaline thankfully helped in hiding your pain as you stood close to the two of them. Crosshair had kept his helmet on, but Hunter’s was off, and his gaze was sending his brother threatening daggers. Both their armored shoulders heaved with visible anger. You set a hand on Hunter’s and held it tight. “Stop.”

“We’ve never been keen on following orders.” Crosshair’s tone was almost smug, but you read it well. He was masking his own pain. “What else did you expect? Stormtroopers would have found us there eventually. Omega decided to focus on the bigger mission.”

Your lips tightened at the slight waver in his voice. When you looked at Hunter, he lacked any of that same sympathy towards his brother.

“Not only did you let her do that, but you also didn’t hold up your end of the plan.” Hunter stepped closer to Crosshair and jabbed a gloved finger into the center of his chestplate. “You are the reason she’s there, now, and I won’t ever let you forget that.”

“And how did getting that shuttle go?” You tensed as Crosshair began to deflect his unbearable pain. “I wasn’t the only one who failed. We all did.” Crosshair pointed his finger towards Hunter’s head. “That’s what you should remember.”

Hunter’s anger boiled over. He reached an arm back and you leapt forward without thinking. “Don’t—!”

At the same time you leaned onto your injured leg, Hunter stepped forward with his, causing his leg to hit yours just inches from your wound. You cut yourself off with your own cry of agony as your leg gave out underneath you, and you fell to the stone at Hunter’s boots.

He immediately knelt down at your side, his hands holding your shoulders before one of them cupped the side of your face. “Hey, are you okay?” He was breathless in his worry, all the anger having fled from his gaze as concern poured over in the warm depths of his eyes. Hunter gave you a worried once-over, his hand moving from your shoulder to your leg. “I’m so sorry.”

There was a hand placed on your shoulder from behind, and you looked briefly to see Crosshair knelt behind you with his helmet tilted in his own concern. Despite the pained furrow in your brow, you nodded at him and turned back to Hunter. “It wasn’t you.”

You exhaled and shifted, biting back a growl as you showed Hunter your wound. His eyes widened to double their usual size before they snapped back to your own gaze. “You got shot?”

“Barely.” You gritted your teeth as you sat up more. Hunter’s gaze fell back to your injured leg as his thumb brushed mindlessly over your cheek. “It looks worse than it feels.”

Hunter raised an eyebrow at you. “You’re lying.” He sighed, a worried crease still knit in his brow as he put his helmet back on and began to help you up. “We need to get that patched up while it’s still fresh.”

Crosshair stood with the two of you, but he refused to look at Hunter as he spoke solely to you. “How can I help?”

You offered him a small smile. “Can you stay with Wrecker? I don’t want him to be alone when he wakes.” You deflated and let your gaze fall away from Crosshair’s visor. “Especially with…”

You trailed off, and silence sat between the three of you for a long moment. Crosshair eventually nodded and shuffled away, heading back the way you first came. You closed your eyes and leaned more into Hunter, who took the extra weight with ease. His helmet looked over at you. “Are you sure you can walk?”

You nodded, offering him the same smile you had just given Crosshair as he started to crutch you to a safe place. The most reasonable place for you two to go would have been where Wrecker still was, but Hunter clearly had no desire to be anywhere near Crosshair—and you wanted the privacy to get through to Hunter, anyway.

Hunter’s hand tightened on your side when you winced while going around a corner. “How did it happen?”

You tightened your jaw and considered your words, but the truth was what he deserved. “I was laying down cover for Crosshair.” Hunter physically bristled at your words. “I was too focused on looking between him and the ship. I missed the trooper who was hiding in my peripheral.”

Hunter sighed and gave your leg another glance. “Looks like they got you good.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “They still partially missed.”

Hunter huffed in amusement at that. “True.” He brought himself closer to your side. “Let’s just be glad it wasn’t the Imperial shadow going after you.”

Silence fell over the two of you for the rest of your journey. The chaos returned the closer you got to the homes of the Pabu islanders, causing your stomach to turn in guilt. You couldn’t imagine how it must have made Omega feel. It was no wonder that someone like her would turn herself in to make it stop.

You and Hunter eventually arrived at one of the unoccupied homes that Shep had made available to you. When you stepped inside, your chest lit aflame with anger at the sight of everything being turned over. There was no doubt the Empire had searched this place, just as they had with everyone’s homes.

It no longer felt like the secret safe haven you and Hunter got to sneak away to. Just like the Marauder, a loss you weren’t close to processing yet, this had also been taken from you. And Omega…

That was a void you refused to acknowledge just yet.

Hunter moved away from your side to lift a chair up from where it had been knocked onto the floor. He then held you by the shoulders and eased you down onto it, urging you to keep your injured leg straight before he knelt down in front of it. Hunter was swift in removing his helmet and his pack. He sifted through its contents and pulled out the medpac.

As Hunter began to work, he tightened his jaw and spoke in a low voice. “I should’ve been there.”

You shook your head at him. “You were doing your part.” When Hunter didn’t respond, you set your hand over his, which had been offering him stability. “Crosshair didn’t mean what he said.”

Hunter gave you a quick warning glance, but it wasn’t threatening. The devastation in his gaze spoke for him.

“And I hope you didn’t mean what you said to Crosshair.”

Hunter continued his work on your wound even as he distanced himself from you. His hand slid out from under yours. “So, you’re taking his side?”

You sighed heavily. “There’s no side to take, Hunter.”

Hunter gave you an incredulous look. “He let her—.”

“He didn’t let her do anything.” You circled your jaw at him, conveying your severity. “Omega was going to turn herself in no matter what Crosshair said. She was set on it.”

Hunter’s eyes narrowed. “You say that like you were there.”

“I was.”

Hunter froze where he was, and a flash of betrayal lit up his brown gaze for a moment. It struck your heart, but you didn’t let that show. It was only after a long, tense pause that Hunter spoke in a chilling voice. “Then you let her do it, too?”

“I was with Wrecker, and they were also there. Like I said before, Omega was going to do it no matter what.” You glanced down at your lap, remembering that last embrace you had given her. “She wanted to get the coordinates to Tantiss. Not for herself, but for all the clones who are trapped there.” You scoffed and picked at the material of your pants. “She’s braver than any of us.”

When you gained the faith to look at Hunter again, you were devastated to see him kneeling there with his head hung low. His eyes were closed as if he was in pain. “There wasn’t anything we could have done?” His voice was hushed.

You lifted a hand to the side of Hunter’s face, urging him to look at you again as you caressed his flushed skin. “No, there wasn’t.” Hunter leaned into your touch and closed his eyes again. “Crosshair tried to talk her out of it. He was just as reluctant as any of us would have been.” Hunter reopened his eyes at that, and you ran your thumb over his cheek to soothe him. “And then he alone had to be responsible for the last part of the plan.”

Hunter’s gaze began to dart around the room as he cursed under his breath. He was gentle in holding your wrist to drop your hand from his face. “He’s already been worried enough about his shot with his hand.”

You nodded, grimacing with him as he processed everything. Hunter brought his hand to his face and pinched the bridge of his nose, his armored shoulders rising and falling in a deep, heavy breath. He then shook his head.

“I messed up.” Hunter scoffed at himself. “Again.” You pulled the corners of your mouth tight in sympathy for him as he went on. “He’s already blaming himself, and I made it worse.”

You brushed some of the tufts of hair away from Hunter’s face, making him glance up at you again. You offered him an encouraging smile. “It’s not too late to make it right.”

Hunter returned your smile, but only for a moment. “Right. But first,” he turned his attention back to the medpac, “I have to make this right.”

You chuckled at that, just to wince when Hunter began to clean the wound. He let you hold his wrist while he worked, and you squeezed it any time the pain was too much. He would pause and give you time before trying again.

It reminded you of the times you would patch him up on the Marauder, both during the war and after. The thought of the ship made your heart sink yet again. It wasn’t just a ship to  all of you, or even just a temporary home.

It was one of the last pieces you had of Tech.

“I can’t believe the Marauder’s gone.” Your voice was a haunted whisper as you spoke.

The genuine sadness in your tone earned Hunter’s gaze. “I know.” He set a comforting hand on your non-injured leg. “It’s gonna be an adjustment.”

Sudden emotion began to well up in you. “I just… it always made me think of…”

Hunter’s eyes glazed over in understanding as he rose to his feet. “I know.” He repeated the words in a softer tone than before. Hunter held you against him for a long moment, your cheek pressed against his armor as he set a gentle kiss on your head. “At least Omega kept his goggles safe.”

You squeezed your eyes shut and willed the tear that hung on your lashes not to fall. Your voice was a broken whisper as you went on. “I miss him so much, Hunt.”

Hunter held you closer. “I do, too.” His own voice wavered, a rare occurrence for the one who always made himself so strong for the sake of his squad. “Things would be very different if he was… still around.”

You heaved a deep breath and stayed close to Hunter until you gained the strength to break away from him. He knelt back down to your level and wiped away the single tear with his thumb. You noticed he wasn’t far from shedding a tear himself. You shifted your focus onto him as you held his face between your hands. “How are you feeling about it?”

Hunter’s brow wrinkled together. “About what?”

You resisted the urge to scoff. “All of it.”

Hunter parted his lips to speak, then stopped. His gaze fell, and he circled his jaw the way he often did when he was struggling to maintain his composure. You ran your thumbs across his cheeks and waited patiently for him. His voice was a shattered remnant of himself when he spoke. “It feels like we just got her back.”

You eased your forehead against his and nodded. “I know,” you repeated Hunter’s own words from before. “But it was only a matter of time until they caught up to us.”

Hunter closed his eyes and held your wrists like he would fall away from the galaxy if he let go. “I can’t believe we have to do this again.” He shook his head, minding yours that still rested against his own. “We have to live this nightmare again.”

You sat in silence for a few moments before you dared to respond. “Omega’s strong, Hunter. She’ll be okay in there.” You took a deep breath. “But we have to make good on the plan. It’s not too late, yet. We can still find Tantiss.”

Hunter opened his eyes and looked at you with defeat. “How?”

You offered the most encouraging smile you could muster. “We’ll find a way. We always do, somehow.”

Hunter’s gaze searched yours as he tried to convince himself of your words. Eventually, he began to break into the smallest of smiles. “This is why you’re Sunny.” He lifted a hand to brush his thumb over your lips. “Our bright light in the dark.” He leaned closer at the same time as you, his mouth nearly on yours as he whispered one last thing. “My Sun.”

He closed the gap, letting the two of you indulge in the sweetest possible source of relief, comfort, and love. It was always those moments that allowed the two of you to escape the cruelty of the galaxy for even just a small sliver of time, where all you had to conceive of was one another and the affection you so deeply shared. It had taken a long time to get to that point, but now that you were there, neither one of you would ever take it for granted.

You pulled away with lingering lips, reluctant to let go of the moment as you faced reality once again. “We need to get back to Wrecker and Crosshair.”

Hunter exhaled softly and nodded to agree with you. You brushed a fallen piece of hair out of his face as he went back to finishing the dressing on your wound. He worked quickly with the clarity that your brief display of affection had provided, and soon, he was crutching you back to Shep’s. 

Some of the chaos had died down, with the Imperial forces having abandoned the island—and leaving it to burn. You scoffed to yourself at the mere thought of it. The livelihood of all the islanders was destroyed, and the Empire couldn’t have cared less. Knowing Omega was in their “care” made you sick.

When you got to Shep’s, you were disturbed to see that Wrecker still hadn’t woken. Crosshair rose from his place at Wrecker’s side, his helmet removed and his gaze fixed on anything and anyone except for Hunter. You shared an understanding glance with Hunter as he set you down beside Wrecker. He nodded and gently squeezed your non-injured thigh before turning to his brother.

“Crosshair.” Hunter cleared his throat as Crosshair met his gaze. “Can I speak with you, outside?”

Crosshair gave you a quick look, and you nodded in reassurance. He repeated the gesture to Hunter and let him lead the way outside. Hunter didn’t take them far, and they were only partially out of your view from the doorway. While you couldn’t hear what they were saying, you watched to see how it all would go, your hand resting on Wrecker’s boot for comfort.

Their rapport looked much calmer than before, and your chest began to warm when Hunter set a hand on Crosshair’s shoulder. You were shocked when that gesture turned into something more, with Hunter offering his brother a comforting embrace. You couldn’t help smiling to yourself as they stayed there for a while.

You all had lost a lot that day, but there was no one person to blame—no one except the Empire. Now that you were united once again, they didn’t stand a single chance, and you were relieved that you helped Hunter to understand that. Hemlock could watch his back, but that wouldn’t be enough. None of you would stop until Omega was free, once and for all.

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[angiechia]

"Little Brother"

John joins the gang

No ship intended, just a short random thing i wrote instead of sleeping :P

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Some random day in 1885

The day had been awful for Arthur.

It started with some promise, as Hosea suggested a job robbing a dressmaker in Saint Denis. Arthur agreed without realizing he'd end up running from three huge dogs guarding the lady’s house like loyal bodyguards, ready to bite and tear anyone who got too close. Meanwhile, Hosea was "distracting" the lady—if you could even call it that. It looked more like he was courting her.

After all that, Arthur’s cut was only 10 dollars. Not much, he thought, but he had no choice but to take it. He decided to blow off some steam at a saloon, where some fellow tried to pull a fast one on him and picked a fight. With his ego far too big for a man of just 22, Arthur accepted the challenge, even though the drunk was twice his size.

After getting beaten up, Arthur was in a foul mood. The only thing that might calm him down was a ride out in the open, so that’s what he did.

For some reason, he chose to ride through the Bayou, a place known for its giant gators and treacherous swamps. Lucky for him, Boadicea was a brave mare—brave against gunfire, hunters, and even ferocious wolves. But gators? They scared the hell out of her, which Arthur learned when a sleeping gator spooked her. She threw him off, sending him tumbling into the mud, and he had to scramble away from the reptile, who had just been trying to get some sleep.

After that, Arthur figured he’d distract himself by picking up a newspaper from a kid selling them in Rhodes. Maybe there’d be something interesting going on. But his heart sank when he read the newlyweds section and saw a name he knew too well.

Mary Gillis had gotten married.

Or rather, Mary Linton now.

He let out a deep sigh and threw the paper in the trash, anger boiling inside him. That’s it, he thought, I’m heading back to camp. I need some sleep.

Luckily, nothing much happened on his ride back to camp. If he was fortunate, he’d get to feast on Pearson’s stew tonight, and Miss Grimshaw would probably make him take a good soak in the nearest river.

When he arrived, he left Boadicea with the other horses and tried to sneak over to his tent, hoping to avoid Hosea, Dutch, Grimshaw, or Pearson. They were always asking favors, and being the youngest in the gang, that burden often fell on him.

“There you are, Mister Morgan!” Miss Grimshaw’s voice called out. He sighed. “I was just about to ask if you could fetch me a—My word! What in the world happened to you?” the woman exclaimed, seeing him covered in mud.

“…I fell” Telling her his horse threw him off seemed a bit embarrassing, right?

“Sure looks like it… Let me see—” She moved in quick to grab his hat, probably planning to clean it up and send him off to wash, but Arthur stepped back, gently pushing her hands away. Nobody touched his hat.

“Whoa there! I reckon I’m just fine, Miss Grimshaw. Just need a little sleep.”

“You smell like you’ve been rollin’ in a cesspool, young man! I ain’t havin’ you stinkin’ up the camp. Get yourself cleaned up, you hear?” Her voice took on a sharper edge, and Arthur rolled his eyes, heading toward the river.

“Just what I needed,” he muttered, tossing his jacket on the ground. Miss Grimshaw snatched it up with a huff, planning to wash it later.

His bath was quick but did the trick, and once he was cleaned up, he headed back to camp.

“Much better, Arthur!” she said with a clap of approval as he walked past her, making him feel a bit sheepish. Once again, he made for his tent, but before he could enter, another voice stopped him.

“Mr. Morgan!” It was Pearson, the camp cook.

Arthur let out another weary sigh and made his way over to the “kitchen,” if you could call it that. “Mr. Pearson,” he greeted, his tone dry.

“I’ve had a hankerin’ for some rabbit lately,” Pearson said as he skillfully chopped vegetables. Dinner was close, the sun sinking fast.

“Rabbit?”

“Yep! Them big ones you find out on the prairies. Think you could hunt me some for tomorrow?”

At least he didn’t need it now. “Sure,” Arthur agreed, giving a nod before turning once more toward his tent. Just as he was about to step inside, he was intercepted by...

“There ya are, Arthur!” Dutch Van Der Linde.

"Now what, Dutch?" Years of trust between them allowed for a more relaxed exchange.

"Son, I heard about Mary..."

"No."

"I know, I know, Arthur. You probably don’t wanna talk about her, but… well, I remember how much you cared."

"Dutch," Arthur grumbled, feeling his face flush with embarrassment.

"What I’m tryin’ to say is there’s plenty of women out there, son, plenty! You can find another."

Arthur got angry, pushing open the tent flaps without stepping inside yet. "Mary’s in the past!" he lied. "It doesn’t hurt 'cause I’m over it, and I don’t want another woman, thank you!" His tone betrayed him.

Arthur entered his tent and let the canvas flaps fall behind him, shutting Dutch out. He ran his hands over his face in frustration, cursing silently while quickly untying the bandana from his neck and shrugging off his suspenders. That’s when he heard something coming from his bed—a snore.

Arthur fumbled around his desk until he found the gas lamp and lit it. As the tent filled with light, his eyes landed on a kid with dark hair sprawled out awkwardly on his bed, uncovered, mouth open, drooling on his pillow with crooked teeth.

"And why in the hell is there a damn kid in my bed?!" Arthur bellowed from inside the tent, waking the boy with a start.

"Ah, that’s John," Dutch replied from outside. "Hosea and I rescued him today; they were gonna hang him."

"Wha... what’s goin' on?" the boy, around twelve years old, mumbled, his face barely masking the confusion as he looked up at the man before him.

"And you gave him my bed?!" Arthur got out from his tent, incredulity etched across his face, while Dutch beamed like he’d done the best deed of the day.

"Well, we didn’t think you’d be back so soon. You took your time."

"Well, here I am. But who’da thought we’d turn into a damn orphanage and start adoptin’ brats?"

"What’d you call me, old man?!" the kid hollered from behind him.

Arthur, surprised, turned slowly to face John, repeating what he’d just heard. "Old man? Old man?! I’m twenty-two!"

"Yeah, twenty-two in each foot. You’re older than a barrel of aged whiskey."

Arthur resisted the urge to pounce on the quick-tongued kid. "Who do you think you are, you little...?"

"But ain't this a heart-warmin’ sight?" Dutch chimed in with a smile. "He’s just like you were when we found you."

"At least I respected my elders," Arthur shot back, glaring at the kid sprawled in his bed. "Outta my bed, now!"

"I ain’t movin’ nowhere, old man!" John retorted.

"Oh, come on, Arthur, the boy’s exhausted. You know what it’s like to be nearly hanged? First, they tighten that noose 'round your neck so hard you can barely breathe, and when they hang you, crack, your neck snaps. Poor little John must’ve been scared outta his wits."

Arthur glanced at the kid again, who now put on a pitiful face, nodding along.

"This is a joke, right?" Arthur said, exasperated.

"You wouldn’t mind sleepin’ under the stars tonight, would ya?" Dutch asked.

Arthur looked at the man, then at the kid, sighed, and said, "Just… don’t touch my stuff," with a stern voice.

"Relax, I won’t touch your junk," little John said innocently as he settled back into bed.

"Little shit..." Arthur muttered under his breath as he walked out of the tent. He looked at Dutch. "He ain’t gonna be in my tent long, is he?"

"Well… you wouldn’t mind sharin’ it, would ya?"

"DUTCH!"

"Oh, quit your whinin’, Arthur! The boy can’t sleep alone. We don’t know if he’ll try to rob us or slit our throats in our sleep."

"And you’re makin’ me watch him?"

"You’re the youngest of the gang, ain’t you? Or, well… you were." Arthur gave him a hard look. "Look on the bright side; it’s like you got yourself a little brother."

[uraichievents]

UraIchi Week 2024

Monday, July 1st, 2024 - Sunday, July 7th, 2024

AO3 Collection

Full Prompts List Submitted This Year

(Click images to enlarge. Alt text under the cut.)

What is UraIchi Week?

It’s a week-long fanworks event to promote the Urahara Kisuke x Kurosaki Ichigo ship. There’s no sign-up, it’s just for fun, and everybody can participate. Completed works and wips are both acceptable, and any type of fanwork (fanfic, fanart, gifsets, etc.) is welcome. NSFW and/or potentially trigger-y content is allowed, although please remember to tag your works properly.

The ship itself can be written romantically or platonically, as lovers or friends or even enemies, so long as it stars these two characters together in some way. Poly ships are also fine so long as Ichigo and Kisuke are still the focus of the fanwork. And crossovers and fusions are also allowed even if it isn’t one of the given prompts for the event. Basically, anything goes, and the only criteria is that it has to be UraIchi-centric.

Posting:

UraIchi Week is hosted here on Tumblr and on AO3. For posts on Tumblr, remember to ping @uraichievents and tag #UraIchi Week 2024. For AO3, you can add your work(s) to the collection linked up above. You are also welcome to join the UraIchi Discord server if you haven’t already and come and talk about what you’re working on!

Themes:

July 1st, Day 1: i've met you before / i'll meet you again / this is the first time we've met.. right?

Time Travel / Dimension Travel

Identity Porn / Hidden Identities

“I've suffered from traumatic dreams of my past lives since I was a child, and I'm just now realizing that coming up to a beautiful stranger who looks like someone I've seen die a thousand times in a thousand different ways at a bar and asking if we've met before sounds a lot like a come-on haha no wait come back that doesn't mean I'm not desperately attracted to you please kiss me again” AU

July 2nd, Day 2: It's fact that killable problems are not real problems.

Murder Husbands

Ichigo is Deadpool / unbreakable / any other accidentally immortal being who is really kind of annoyed about it (because it’s boring, and he’s still young enough to be within his lifespan, but it sure takes the fun out of fighting).

All the times Ichigo died, he ACTUALLY died, he just came back. Every time he comes back, he comes back Wronger.

July 3rd, Day 3: Things I Should've Told You / Things I Don't Tell Anyone Else

The skeletons in your closet are about to overflow. Would you like me to tidy it up?

Ichigo is experimenting with self-expression, a hobby, etc., making up for lost time as a regular teenager. Urahara is always the first one (sometimes only one) to see or hear about a new idea.

“The person I trust most is you.”

July 4th, Day 4: Sword and Shield

I am yours to command, use me as you please.

Shiba!Ichigo and Second Division!Kisuke

Summoner/Mage AU: Paired summons who are good apart but unmatched together.

July 5th, Day 5: That One is Mine

Hollow Instincts / Feral Protective

Possessive!Kisuke: He stepped aside for Sui-Feng because Yoruichi was always master first and friend second and love interest never, and because Yoruichi wanted her in a way she's never wanted him. But Ichigo is different, and everyone soon realizes that when Kisuke truly wants something, he always gets it in the end.

“Death can’t have you. You’re mine.”

July 6th, Day 6: Monsters come in all shapes and sizes. Some are born, some are made, and some decide being a monster's pretty fucking cool.

Visored!Urahara Kisuke AU / Vasto Lorde!Kurosaki Ichigo AU

“Ichigo forges a friendship with his Hollow in the Shattered Shaft” AU

vs. Gotei 13 AU: Ichigo time travels back from a future where he was chained to the throne as the next Soul King by the Shinigami.

July 7th, Day 7: Creator’s Choice!

As always, the above prompts are all optional, and you’re free to come with your own ideas. You can also find an excel sheet with all the prompts submitted this year linked up above, so feel free to look through that if you want, and you can also make a copy for yourself.

And that’s it! We’re looking forward to what everyone comes up with!

[its-your-mind]

Some Thoughts on the importance of physical touch and connection for the Hells: A reflection on the new animated intro.

In general, I think the Hells are a really strange and special group, especially for a dnd party. They pretty much laid all their baggage on the table within the first week of meeting each other (What the Fuck is Up With That?) almost as a litmus test: "hey, here's all the shit that comes with being me, last chance to run away if that's too much."

and none of them did. and they all kept choosing to stay, even as shit got even weirder and more and more disturbing answers came to light. I think that continued choice from all of them - to stay - is what makes the bonds between the Hells so deep and so special.

okay trauma analysis and party dynamics is a DIFFERENT POST but it was all RELEVANT INTRODUCTION bc the CHOOSING TO STAY and the KNOWING EACH OTHERS' SHIT are like. key components to understanding why I am so feral about this. okay hopefully you will understand. the body of my essay is below. it has pictures. it got... too long. so. it went under a read more. yw. anyway click below if you want a very detailed analysis of an animated intro that is literally only one minute and thirty seconds long

For the first bit, character intros for Fearne, Orym, Imogen, Ashton, there’s no physical contact.

BUT. First intro of hells as a team. Ashton Trauma Flashback interrupted by laudna approaching slowly from beside him with her hand gently in front of him to signal her presence without startling him, and THEN just talking at them. Bringing him out of those flashbacks. Reminding him where he is and who he’s with.

And tbh? For Ashton? Touch is always iffy, so this is almost a more understanding and kind way to bring them out of the flashback. Just physical presence is good! UNLESS. (unless) first actual touch. Fearne stealing their coin purse, so gently that they don’t even notice it (FLIRTING THROUGH THEFT callowmoore my beloved)

(also grabbed the cap that shows her with his coinpurse these fucking ANIMATORS)

okay pt 2 FLYING OFF THE AIRSHIP

Ashton's first instinct and priority is grab laudna’s hand bc he KNOWS she is made of paper mache and he is ALWAYS watching out for her out of the corner of his eye bc she is breakable and he’s not gonna let her break bc he KNOWS what it’s like to be breakable and need someone to catch you when you’re falling but ANYWAY. he grabs her he uses his hammer as a fulcrum to throw her at Imogen

because OF COURSE he knows that the safest and most comfortable space for laudna is in imogen’s arms. and the two of them wrap their arms around each other and hold tight Superman style bc ofc they do and once laudna is in imogen’s arms she’s absolutely delighted by this whole situation bc OFC SHE IS

(tf do you mean I can’t add more than ten images on mobile UGH fine I’ll finish writing then draft and move to PC the images are IMPORTANT TO MY POINT anyway insert lesbians here) (note from future mind: I have decided that these pic descriptions i left for myself to grab the right images are fucking hilarious so they’re staying in yw)

Then fearne (who had been on her way in that direction already) swoops under Ashton to catch him as he flips over from the momentum so he can land on her giant bird back and she can fly him away.

(Pics: It’s fine to touch Ash if you’re saving their life)

(also not pictured: chet staying on the ship but losing his hat, orym grabbing it out of the air, imogen casting fly on fcg right before she catches laudna, fcg flying over to grab orym) All of this happens in six seconds by the way. One round of combat. These animators are fucking incredible.

BACK TO CHARACTER INTROS laudna who is ofc alone and in the dark at the bottom of the Sun tree, reliving her past…

(Pic: sad lonely laudna)

right up until Imogen puts her head on her shoulder, and the darkness burns away into light. She doesn’t say anything, or talk with laudna - all it takes is that physical reminder that she’s not alone anymore, that there is warmth, that she is surrounded by a family who loves her so much they chose to turn down comfortable beds in a lord’s manor so that they could join her in sleeping at the bottom of the Sun Tree. (Fav lil detail - fearne wrapped around Orym like he’s a teddy bear, and holding tight to laudna’s blanket to make sure she can’t go anywhere.)

(Pics: THE POWER OF LESBIANS AND FOUND FAMILY)

fcg. Fuck. Starts with their flashback, with their red eyes and their buzzsaw, but almost immediately we see Ashton reach out to grab their shoulder and Orym whip out a vine to tie up their saw.

(pics: reaching out even if it might hurt youuuuu)

Imogen goes on her knees and wraps her arms around FCG’s other side, and the rest of them all gather around him, holding him to keep him and each other safe, but mostly just grounding him in the present by surrounding him physically until the flashback fades and he’s once more aware of his surroundings.

(Pics: what the fuck they just need to be held)

(once shit has calmed down fearne uses this opportunity to pick Ashton’s pocket again. Flirting through theft).

(Pic: fearne is a menace to society)

final fight scene. fuck yes.

(Pic: IT’S THURSDAY NIIIIIIIIIIIGHT)

This is mostly just giving all of them room to be badasses (as they deserve) - but there are some things!! First!!

(pics: THESE WITCHES BE BITCHES minus fearne sry fearne we miss u but you are on fire and laudna is made of wood currently)

Imogen and laudna casting spells back to back, trusting each other to take care of what’s on their side. Inseparable, even in a battle where their party has scattered to fight other enemies.

BUT. The BIG thing though in this sequence. Maybe my favorite part? Idk I don’t have a favorite. But!! Orym. taking out four of Otohan’s shadow knights. then facing off against her personally!! And it’s one-on-one, because this was Orym’s task alone - to find the person who attacked his leader and killed his family. He’s angry, but mostly he’s honed-in and focused and determined. This is his mission.

(Pics: WHO’S JUST A LIL GUY NOW HUH)

But then, when Otohan pushes him back…

(Pic: fuck. shit. fuck. im. fine. anYway. them.)

FCG and Ashton are there right behind him, and they put their arms out and catch him so he doesn’t fly back any farther. And there’s this look of surprise on his face, because once he lost Will, he never expected there to be anyone else standing behind him, ready to catch him. And yet, here they are.

(Pics: fuck yes fuck yes fuck yes GOOOO ORYM!!!)

They give Orym a push forward and follow behind him, and he walks back towards Otohan with confidence. Lil grin on his face, brisk walking pace - he even does a little fancy sword swoosh! Because maybe he’s not strong enough to take out Otohan on his own. But the thing is, he’s not alone anymore.

(Pic: THEY.)

None of them are alone. And whenever any of them forget, or slip into old habits and memories, the rest are right there to reach out a hand to remind them.

Building a family out of broken pieces is difficult even without an apocalypse. But the Hells have shown each other, over and over and over, often with their actions even more than their words, that they really are dedicated to this family that they've built together. This intro fucking slaps so hard and the animators deserve so much praise for how incredible this intro is

[writingoddess1125]

You Remind Me

Shanks and Vivican OOC and Luffy

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Also obviously not Canon but fun to think about!

No Warnings

Shanks stood in the hallway as he leaned next to Vivian's bedroom- it had been only a week since she had moved in with him on the ship. She had been polite but very quiet, meeting all of the crew however she had spent most of the time in her bedroom hiding. At night Shanks knew she was crying- he left like a worthless father truly... taking a breath he worked up some courage.

"Hey Vivian?..." He said softly and knocked on the door gently, waiting for a second before opening the door and looking inside. Seeing Vivian sitting on the bed reading through one of her mother's book clearly in a daze it seemed. His movement snapping her from her thoughts as she gaze a light lipped smile at him.

"Hey Vi- Uh we are heading to shore soon to meet up with someone I'd really like you to meet" He asked, She nodded softly at this and set the book aside. Shanks sighed at this and walked over taking a seat next to her on the bed, shifting a bit as he turned to look at hia daughter.

"I know this has been tough for you Vivian and I'm sorry... I-I want to make this a gold envirment for you but I understand if you want to be alone for a while.. but just know I'm here for you whenever you need it" He said softly, watching how Vivians eyes began to water as he said this, she nodded as tears rolled down her cheeks. He wrapped his arm around her as she leaned into him and silently cried.

"I'm sorry my dear..." He whispered, knowing that there were no words to bring you back to them but he would make sure your legacy lived on happily.

A few hours later the crew landed on the small island and started to dispurse to either the pub or getting supplies for the Ship. Vi being quiet the whole time as she followed Shanks out to the markets so she could pick things she liked and he giving her some Berries to spend for herself.

Walking off to a food cart she decided to get some meat on the done for herself and smiled as the vendor handed her the large treat.

"Good choice that's my favorite!" A cheerful voice sounded next to her, looking up to see a lengthy teen holding 3 in his own hands. She giggled since he looked so odd to her paired with the Strawhat on his dark locs.

"It's my favorite too, But I couldn't eat three of them" She said with a cheerful smile as she pointed to the ones in his hand. He laughed at this clearly amused by her words- However he paused and cooked his head to the side.

The teen squinted at her in confusion stared at Vivian, kneeling down and squinting his eyes as he stared at the little girl- Who looked at him in confusion and a bit intimidated by the stranger now way too close and stating at her funny.

"You remind me of someone-" He hummed squinting his gaze further. Tapping his chin as he stared hard at Vivian who was looking at the weird teen in question.

Shanks turned the corner trying to see where his daughter had wondered off to- Before he smiled brightly at the sight before him.

"Do my eye deceive me! Luffy!" Shanks laughed as he pushed the hat onto the teens head further with a laugh, Luffy looking up at Shanks with a wide smile.

"Shanks!" He yelled out with a laugh, Hugging his mentor who stumbled back and patted his back calmly.

"Luffy! Look at you" He said with a proud laugh as Luffy pulled back with a happy grin, Vivian staring at the duo with a raised eyebrow.

"This here is my daughter Luffy. Vivian this is Luffy! He's essentyally like your older brother" He said with a wide smile proudly showing off Vivian who shyly smiled and waved at Luffy.

"It's nice to meet ya Vivian!!" He said cheerfully ruffling her red locs which made her giggle.

"You know you're set up to see such amazing adventures Vivian with one of the best crews out there! Just wait- Shanks has had crazy adventures hell I've fought Fishpeople in a amusement park, Saved villages, Beat marine bases and met with pirates that are things of legend. Youre adventures are just starting" Luffy said with a grin, clearly good with kids and making them smile.

"Wait you really did that?" She said amazed, smiling as Luffy who nodded.

"Of course! I'm going to be King of the Pirates!" He said cheerfully which made her eyes widen at that. Shanks chuckled at this and placed a hand on Vi's head gently.

"Pretty amazing right?" He said with a chuckle as she nodded enthusiastically, Shanks noticing how much more cheerful she was while talking to Luffy.

After some talk between them all and Luffy updating Shanks proudly on his life the Older pirate felt the need for a beer starting to peek. Patting Luffy on the shoulder proudly.

"Im proud of the man youve grown into Luffy, We will need to depart and we are going to go to the market to finish getting supplies" Shanks said calmly, Vivian pulling on his sleeve nervously.

"Uh Dad? Can I hang out with Luffy today? I wanna hear more about his adventures!" She said cheerfully with a new sparkle in her eye.

Shanks had seen that sparkle before- That wash of inspiration that had bloomed in his eyes, in Luffy's eyes and now his Daughters.

Truthfully he didn't know if he should be proud or really frightened at how interested she was in being a pirate now.

"Well alright I suppose, Just remember we are heading out tommorow morning Vi" He said with a smile, She nodded excitedly at this and went with Luffy who had already started to talk her ear off and the two ran off. Shanks standing there with a small smile on his face, and a but of worry to his heart.

Vivian spent the whole day talking with Luffy's crew, Meeting every single one of them and exploring the ship. A bright smile on her lips that reminded him of you, the way she giggled and her growing excitement at every turn.

Luffy took on a older brother roll, even picking her up and running around with her like the ADHD kid he was as- entrusting her to even wear his straw hat which she wore with pride and care as they roamed around all day.

After Sanji had cooked a large seafood pasta dish for the crew and guest she ended up falling asleep soundly. Luffy carrying Vivian out back to Shanks ship who was holding his crew getting the last of the supplies they would need. Chuckling at the sight of Luffy carrying his daughter wearing his old hat.

"Looks like quite the adventure" Shanks said amused, Luffy giggling as he carefully took his hat off Vivian who didn't even stir from her sleep and transferring her to Shanks.

"Yeah, We had a lot of fun today! Honestly she is a natural. Took up to navigation with Nami and all of that" Luffy said with a laugh clearly prideful in having spent the day with Vivian. Shanks smiled at this as he told Luffy to hang back while he put Vivian to bed.

When Shanks returned from tucking Vivian in bed he went back to meet Luffy, seeing the young man leaned against the railings staring out fondly.

"Shes going to be great, I can already see it" Luffy said with a chuckle, messing with the ties of the hat calmly as he thought fondly- Shanks chuckling at this and nodded in agreement.

"I can see it, you really inspired her Luffy and brought her some happiness" He praised, earning a big goofy smile from him.

"You know when I become Pirate King, I did swear to return the hat to you. But who knows! Maybe it will go to the next red head" Luffy said with a joking laugh, Shanks rolling his eyes as he shoved the hat further down on the lads head making him laugh again.

"Maybe it will, Maybe it will.."