#alas the sprinting to make up for it. but now I just feel like crying more which sucks when you already can't breathe

[loumauve]

things are going well

not pictured: me, wheezing and coughing, because I decided sprinting the entire way to the bus stop in winter temperatures was a good idea

[saberlight1]

exit music (for a film) — coriolanus snow

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

warnings: slight tbosas spoilers, mentions of past abuse, trauma, violence, ptsd, established relationship, reader almost gets assaulted, Y/N usage, possessive!snow, a toxic ex attacks you, hints towards past sexual assault, standard ballad of songbirds and snakes warnings.

authors note: soo i was needing some comfort, and i realized there are not a lot of hurt & comfort fics for coryo!! this is a big injustice so i decided to write this. just a fair warning: this fic contains themes that can be hard for some people to read; including sexual assault and domestic violence. if you aren’t comfortable with these topics, feel free to go read some of my other coryo stories here! i hope you all enjoy this, much love<3.

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When you first laid eyes upon the white-haired boy, you didn’t think he’d become as important to you as he is now. He was assigned to be your mentor in the Hunger Games, and you were slightly relieved when you saw him standing at the train station, waiting for you.

Although you were both cautious of the other, coming from different, yet similar lands. But once you warmed up to him, you never wanted to part.

After the arena got bombed with you all in it, Coriolanus getting injured aand trapped, you stayed behind even if there was a clear opening for you to run— because you found yourself caring for him.

He had protected you so far, treating you with kindness and respect as he guided you through this hellish period in your life. So you had to do the same. Anyways, that was what told yourself when you risked everything to stay back and attempt to help him.

You brushed your hair behind your ears, ignoring the stinging pain in your side from being burnt as you started off into a sprint towards the boy who was crying out in pain, the pole he was trapped under catching fire.

“Coriolanus!” You called out as you neared him. “I’m here, I’m here.” You tried to soothe him as you tried to push the pole off of him.

He let out a sigh of relief at the sight of your face, and almost looked confused at your act to help him.

After a moment of struggle, you finally got the pole away from him, but it had got him badly. You immediately bent down to his level, your hands going to cradle his face softly, he leaned into it.

“Oh, are you alright?” You whispered, his shaky hands coming out to grip your wrists, rubbing softly in thanks. “I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner, I—” You did your best to explain, but you were cut off by a sharp grip on your arm, dragging you away from him. The boy reached out for you as you were taken away, only making your heart sink further into your stomach.

“No!” You thrashed in their hold, but to no avail. You watched your mentor lose consciousness from the pain as you could do nothing to help him.

And even though you only met him a couple days prior, you realized in that very moment how much you truly did care for him.

That was one of your earliest memories of Coriolanus, the next time you saw him after that was the first time your lips touched. From that night on, you became much more to each other than you ever would’ve guessed.

You sighed, moving from your spot in your window as reality set in. You hadn’t seen the boy in question in over month. He had promised to protect you, and he kept it surely. He cheated to get you out the games, and it ended with him locked up, as you liked to believe. People around twelve said that the Capitol had him killed.

You wished he had left you to die if it meant he’d be free and you the one in the grave. You were in misery in your district, missing your lover deeply. But, alas, you had no choice. And with all the fighting you did in that arena, you refused to give up now.

Even if it meant living without the one you craved most.

You grabbed your bag, another hard breath leaving your lips as you walked out the comfort of your small home that was in the outskirts of District 12. You liked it better that way, being away from it all. When you were younger you used to live down by the Hob, which was located right next to the Hanging Tree.

After years of hearing the grueling sounds of somebody loosing their life, the jabberjays in the wind repeating their loved ones cries, sometimes even their last words, you simply couldn’t bare it anymore.

So you left, opting to live out by the forest and the lake, giving you pockets of peace where you could forget it all. Or, at least the things you tried to forget. Some things seemed to haunt you forever.

You quietly walked into town to go get some food from the Mellark Bakery, your head down and gaze low the whole way. You could feel eyes on you— you always did when you came out of your home. You hated their stares, their judgement, that was the one thing that seemed to haunt you the most.

You finally looked up, meeting eyes with your ex boyfriend who was stood with his friends, a sly smirk being worn on his face. You internally shrank, your steps picking up as you tried to get closer to your destination.

Anxiety flooded your bloodstream as you heard loud, hard footsteps pick up behind you, sounding as if they were only inching closer and closer. Your eyes screwed shut as you felt like you were back in the arena again, your flight or fight instincts kicking in.

You tried to calm yourself down, repeating the words ‘It’s all in your head’ like a mantra under your breath. You had recently been plagued with the worst paranoia and anxiety, and the only reason of why you could think of was because of the time you spent in that godforsaken arena. Most of the time you felt as if you being hunted, all of the horror you felt when you were in that arena never leaving your nervous system.

Most days you had to talk yourself out of a panic attack, little things setting you off and sending you into a 20 minute state of panic. It was normal to you by now, and that is what you thought was happening.

Until a harsh grip yanked you out of your head, dragging you into an alley and pinning you to a wall. A loud yelp left your lips as you hit the wall, taking you a moment to process what was happening.

When you looked up, the pit in your stomach only grew further as an overwhelming sense of dread came over you. Your ex-boyfriend, Jay, was standing over you with that same soulless smile that used to haunt your dreams.

“My, Y/N. It’s been a mighty long time since I done seen you around here.” He taunted, his hot breath hitting your face, causing your eyes to screw shut as the past memories of him doing this very same thing to you swirled around your brain. “Thought after you got a taste of the Capitol.. of that Coriolanus Snow,” he said with disgust on his tone. “That you thought you were too good f’me. For Twelve.” He spat, harshly.

It was funny how with a few words he could turn you right back into that naive girl he manipulated all those years ago. You cowered in fear, refusing to look him the eye.

“Jay, please..” You whispered, your head turned away from him in an attempt to get as far away as possible. “Just let me go, please. I won’t come back around here, I swear.” You begged, tears filling your closed eyes as you fought for your composure.

“Nah, girl.” He whispered back, getting so close to you that you could feel his breath on your cheek. “I’m gon’ do what I want with you, like old times.”

Your eyes shot open his words. “No, God, please, no.” The tears fell from your eyes as you continued to plea with him.

“Oh, c’mon, Y/N.” He coldly smiled. “You used to be fun,”You felt his grip on your forearms travel back down to your hips, squeezing. The act left a bad taste in your mouth, making you want to throw up. You sobbed as you prepared yourself for what was coming, wishing you had just stayed cooped up in your home.

Your wails from the alley only increased in volume as his touch began to move downward. “Shut the fuck up,” He hissed, his hand slapping over your mouth. You prayed to whatever God was above, wishing he would just kill you now.

And just as his hand ghosted over the waistband of your skirt, the man’s touch disappeared all together, being replaced with the sound of someone hitting the floor.

You opened your tear-stained eyes slowly to find your attacker on the ground, and in a flash of throwing punches you saw that white hair adorned by the boy you adored so much.

You stood there in shock as you watched Coriolanus, who now wore a Peacekeeper’s uniform with a shaved head, beat Jay into a pulp. Tears still left your eyes as you slid down the wall, your knees coming up to your chest as you began to process what almost just happened to you.

Anxiety took your breath from your lungs as the panic finally began to set in once you realized you were safe. Your vision started to go blurry with tears as the will to breathe got harder.

“Hey, hey.” Coriolanus appeared in your line of vision, his hands wiping the tears from your face. “I’m here, you’re alright, baby.” He sighed before sitting down next to you and bringing you into his arms. You dug your head into the crook of his neck, hugging him close.

“Did he hurt you?” He asked, his hand on the back of your head, rubbing softly. He tried his best to comfort you, and tried to calm the fiery rage he felt when he saw that man on top of you.

“N—No,” You shakily got out. “He.. he tried to—”

Coriolanus’ head fell to your shoulder, hugging you just as tight as a sigh of relief left his lips. He had been walking by when he first heard your pleas with that man, and he dropped everything and ran at the sound of your voice. When he saw that man on top of you, the muffled sobs leaving your lips, your eyes screwed shut— God, he saw red. He would be lying if he didn’t say he didn’t miss you in the time you were apart.

Your body shook with your sobs, the boy’s heart hurting of the sight of you this upset. “Shh, you’re safe. I’m here,” He repeated, leaving kisses on your face, neck, and shoulders whilst he whispered sweet nothings in your ear in an attempt to calm you.

Once you somewhat calmed down you pulled back slightly, just to make sure he was real.

“Oh, Coryo,” You cried, your forehead resting on his. “Thank you, thank you.”

He swallowed the lump in his throat as he took in your state. He had never seen you like this, so scared, so vulnerable. The sight of it only made him bring you back into his arms, holding you impossibly closer.

“I’ve got you, my love.” He hushed your cries, leaving another kiss on your head. “No one’s gonna hurt you if I’m with you, it’s okay now.” You wrapped your legs around his waist as he stood up, you still in his arms. He placed you down slightly, his hands angling your jaw up so you’d look at him. “C’mon, let’s go to your house. Get you away from this piece of shit,” he pointed to the bloodied face of Jay who was unconscious on the ground. You nodded, trying to pull yourself together, your eyes flickering back to Jay to make sure he was still knocked out.

Sensing your anxieties, he pulled you back into his arms for once last hug. “Shh,” He rubbed your back. “You’re alright. He won’t hurt you, I won’t let him.” He comforted, leaning down to kiss your tears away. His movements made you smile as you sucked in a breath before you lead him out the alley and to your home.

Once you arrived and walked through the doors, it felt as if a weight was lifted off your shoulders. You were finally home, and you had Coryo with you.

Your heart felt full as it sank in that you were finally reunited with him, with Coryo. You got him back. A smile was on your face, despite your previous cries as you turned back towards the man who shared a similar smile to yours as he looked around at your home, and launched yourself into his arms.

He chuckled slightly, hugging you back like a delicate flower in his palm. After a moment of holding each other, you pulled back again, your hands cupping his cheeks. “I thought you were dead, Coryo. I thought.. oh, I thought they took you from me.” You sighed, leaning forward to connect your lips with his for the first time in months. You poured all of the longing, all of the tears, and emotion into that kiss, trying to show all your love with just an action.

He smiled against your lips, his hands on your hips being comforting as he leaned forward, tilting his head to deepen it. When the pair of you pulled apart for air, the smiles stayed.

“You should know by now that I’ll always find you, Y/N.” He joked, tucking hair behind your ear.

“Good,” You left one last peck to his lips, before going grabbing his hand and leading him to your bed. After all of the crying you had done in the past hour, all you wanted to do was lay with him.

He instantly knew what you were trying to do, a love-sick smile on his face as he laid down next to you, pulling you into his chest. You giggle as you settled in, your hand tracing patterns into his undershirt.

“I missed you,” He whispered after a while of quiet, looking down at you.

Blush dusted your cheeks as you rolled on your stomach to give him your full attention, your chin on his chest. “I missed you, too. Probably more.”

He smiled at your words, his hand coming up to grip yours lovingly, rubbing his thumb across the back of your hand. “You’re beautiful,” He said after a beat of silence, admiring you in the candlelight.

You smiled at his words. “You’re prettier, Snow.” Your gaze flickered down to your laced fingers, noticing his cut and bruised knuckles.

“Oh, Coryo,” You sat up slightly, bringing his hand with you to get a closer look. “I’m sorry—”

“Don’t apologize. That wasn’t your fault. I’m alright, baby, doesn’t even hurt that bad.” He tried to talk you down, a soft smile still on his face.

“Thank you, I mean it.” You met his eye. “I don’t know what would’ve happened if you didn’t save me.” You swallowed the growing lump in your throat. “You always save me.”

It was his turn to blush now, as you bent down to kiss his injured knuckles softly. When you finished he grabbed your jaw softly, bringing your lips to his. He kissed you hard, just like he always did. It seemed like he tried to show how much he loved you with just one simple action, and trust, he accomplished that goal.

You hummed happily against his lips, letting him pull you down on top of him, your lips still connected. When you pulled back for air, he continued to cradle your face, peppering kisses along your jaw.

“You don’t have to thank me.” He whispered, his lips still leaving kisses. “I’ll always be here to protect you.”

You smiled, giggling as you snuggled closer to him. The pair of you had quieted down once again, sleep and comfort taking over your minds.

But you cracked your eyes open one last time, leaning up to leave kisses on his jaw. “I love you, Coryo.”

His eyes opened immediately as he stared down at you in shock, before a soft smile took over his face. “I love you, too.”

And just like that, all you had been longing for was under your fingertips, and you now thanked whatever God was looking down on you for bringing this man into your life.

[autisticlancemcclain]

“The point isn’t for you to win, or for me to test you. I just want to see where you guys are at, in terms of hand-to-hand.”

Hunk shifts nervously. Shiro’s making a lot of sense — he can’t help them learn new things if he doesn’t know what they already know.

But still. Just, like, fighting Shiro? Practice or not, it’s scary. Shiro’s a badass dude. Hunk has complete faith in him, obviously, and he knows Shiro wouldn’t hurt them, but still.

“Any volunteers? Not you, Keith. I know where you’re at.”

Keith huffs, rolling his eyes, but doesn’t say much else. There’s a beat of silence, and Shiro looks like he’s about to say more, before Lance raises his hand.

“So we’re just supposed to fight you?”

“Yes, essentially.”

“Until when? Until one of us passes out?”

“I’m not going to knock you out, Lance. Promise.”

“What if I knock you out?”

Shiro laughs — not necessarily mocking, or mean, but Hunk watches as something steely flashes in Lance’s dark eyes as everyone else chuckles.

He hides a smile in his hands.

Hoo, boy. This is gonna be good.

“Sure, Lance,” Shiro says, grinning. “We’ll fight until I pass out. You ready?”

Lance nods and gets to his feet hesitantly.

Well. It looks hesitant. But Hunk has seen Lance pull the same shy bullshit several times over their years of friendship, and recognises the quiet excitement pouring off his friend in waves.

As expected, Shiro and the rest of the team read the excitement as nerves.

Lance leans into that, because he knows exactly how to play this.

“Can you attack first?” Lance asks, after they’re stretched and standing on the mats in the corner. “Um, I know it would make more sense if I attacked first, for, like, assessment purposes and everything, but I’m not really sure how to —”

Shiro smiles softly.

Oh, that poor man. Sometimes Hunk forgets that other people don’t know Lance as well as he does. If he heard Lance being all bashful and nervous, he would assume immediately that Lance is planning something and he is in grave danger. Obviously.

“Sure thing, kiddo. I’ll go first. You ready?”

Lance hums, shifting his balance so he’s on his toes, arms held protectively in front of him.

“This is gonna be fast,” Keith comments.

Hunk looks at him in surprise. Has he picked up on Lance’s con?

“His stance is all wrong,” Keith clarifies.

It takes all of Hunk’s strength — and, admittedly, the excitement he feels at seeing Lance back in the ring — to hold off a bark of laughter.

Lance’s stance is off — yeah, right. If Lance was a conventional fighter, sure. But Lance has never followed to rules of a single goddamn thing in his whole entire life, and brawling is no exception. He’s going to do this his way, and his way is by no means traditionally.

“I’m ready.”

No sooner do the words leave Lance’s mouth that Shiro lunges forward, aiming a heavy punch for Lance’s sternum. It’s probably a feint — he’s not trying to disguise his aim, so he must be expecting Lance to block so he can hit wherever Lance leaves unprotected — but what he doesn’t expect is for Lance to do a full back handspring, nimbly tumbling several feet away from Shiro’s outstretched arm.

Shiro’s face drops in shock, and before he can recover Lance sprints forward. Shiro tenses and holds his hands up to avoid a blow, but Lance slides through his crouched, open legs, somersaulting to his feet faster than Hunk can blink and kicking Shiro hard in the small of his back.

Shocked, Shiro stumbles forward, but he’s starting to drop his previous reservations about Lance — no longer is Lance some scrawny kid who’s never used his fists in his life, but rather someone who’s clearly happy to land a few bruises. He whips around and shoots a well-aimed punch at Lance’s stomach — obviously intending for him to block, now that he knows Lance has some experience.

But Lance doesn’t.

He absorbs the full impact of Shiro’s hit, and crumples to the floor with a pained cry.

Pidge gasps. Keith leans forward, eyes wide.

Hunk barely holds back a giggle.

Shiro shouts in alarm and drops to his knees to make sure Lance is okay, guilt written all over his face, but the second he’s close enough Lance flips himself forward, wrapping his legs around Shiro’s neck until he’s practically sitting on his chest. Before Shiro has a chance to throw him off, Lance vaults himself forward until his palms are flat on the ground, and uses that momentum to flip Shiro over his head, slamming him onto the mats, flat on his back.

Before Shiro can recover — or even breathe, really, the breath knocked right out of him — Lance scrambles to his feet, sprints to the wall, leaps as high as he can go, and then kicks off the wall to flip in the air, landing squarely on Shiro, who had just recovered and was attempting to stand.

Flattened to the floor again, Shiro tries to buck Lance off, but Lance has him pinned, cutting off his airflow.

“‘Till you pass out, right, Shiro?”

Panting just as hard as Lance, Shiro taps three times on Lance’s knee, the only part he can reach.

“Yield,” he chokes out, and Lance lets go immediately, scrambling a safe distance away.

Keith and Pidge are staring at Lance in open-mouthed shock. Shiro, rubbing the various parts of him that were just brutally attacked, does the same.

Hunk just grins, tossing Lance a water bottle. Lance smirks back, brown eyes bright and mischievous.

“You didn’t tell me you knew how to fight,” Shiro says, once he’s caught his breath.

Lance shrugs. “My main advantage was that you were underestimating me. If you walked into that fight prepared, I’d lose. Also, I don’t really know how to fight. I know gymnastics, and how to take a punch.”

There’s a lot of truth to that. Hunk knows Lance is no stranger to a brawl, but Shiro has actual technique combined with a helluva lot of practice. Plus at least a hundred pounds on Lance. And like Keith pointed out, none of what Lance did had any proper hand-to-hand form. Most of his moves were evasive, or reliant on Shiro’s emotional response.

Still, though. It says something that Lance was able to predict those responses.

“Don’t sell yourself so short, kiddo. I certainly felt that kick you landed. You have to have learnt that somewhere.”

Lance side eyes Hunk before responding — should I tell him?

Hunk shrugs. What’s he gonna do, get you in trouble?

“Uh, there was this…club, at the Garrison,” he says hesitantly. “TIC-TAC-FOE.”

Shiro furrows his brow. “How come I never heard of it?”

“Because it was technically an illegal fight club,” Pidge says, clueing in. “I can’t believe you were a part of that shit.”

“I had a lot of internalized rage,” Lance says primly. “Also, James was in that club, and I found a lot of peace in beating his ass concave.”

“There was an illegal fight club and I didn’t know about it?” Shiro asks, at the same time Keith gasps in horror and yells:

“Oh my God, you’re Taylor!”

Everyone turns to look at Keith questioningly, but he has his face buried in his hands. His ears are red.

“Who the fuck is Taylor?” Lance asks.

“Isn’t he that kid you were always sighing about?” Shiro says. “The cute one with the big smile?”

Keith screams. “Shut up, Shiro!”

There’s a moment of weird, confused silence, and then Hunk gasps, shooting straight up and swivelling his head between Keith in Lance in pure, unbridled glee. Pidge is the next to clue in, cackling.

“This is some good shit,” she says.

“What? What the hell is he talking about?”

Shiro’s the next to start grinning. “Oh, I see.”

Keith screeches again. “Shut up! Everybody shut up! No one talk!”

“Hey, Lance,” Hunk says, enjoying the general air of suffering Keith is giving off. “What was that tagline you had? About your piloting ability?”

Lance looks at him like he’s cracked in the head for bringing that up now, but nonetheless complies.

“‘They call me the tailor because of how I thread the needle,’” he recites.

Hunk can visibly see when it dawns on him. Keith, who has peeked through his fingers just in time to watch Lance’s jaw drop, moans in despair.

“This is not happening to me,” he whispers.

Lance turns to him immediately. “You thought my name was Taylor? We’ve been in the same classes since we were twelve goddamn years old! Our names are right fucking next to each other’s in roll call! I sat behind you! For five fucking years, until we split into the specialty piloting courses!”

“I’m bad with names!” Keith says, gesticulating frantically. “And you said that tailor line a million fucking times! How was I supposed to know?!”

“We have worked on group projects together. I have been calling you my rival since you got picked for the piloting program.”

“Excuse me for forgetting one thing!”

“This makes so much sense,” Shiro says, and he looks devious, which is an expression Hunk never expected to see on him. “I was wondering who that Taylor kid was —”

“—Shiro I am going to shank you if you don’t shut up —”

“I mean, you talked about him all the time —”

“— I promise you it will be a slow death —”

“—but I never saw him in any of your classes —”

“You talked about me all the time?” Lance interrupts, and now he’s grinning, too.

“Fuck off,” Keith says icily. “I did not. Shiro is a liar.”

“Aw,” Lance coos. “That’s cute. I bet you have the biggest crush on me —”

Look.

Look.

Lance is his best friend. His absolute best friend of all time, okay? They’re practically brothers. If anything happened to Lance, Hunk would be more devastated than he has the words to explain. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do for the guy.

Including, you know, knocking him down a couple pegs, if that’s what he needs.

“I’d tone down the teasing, Mr. I’d Know That Mullet Anywhere,” Hunk drawls. “Clearly someone was spending a lot of time staring at the back of Keith’s head instead of paying attention during class.”

Lance sputters. “In — in disdain!” is what he decides on, and the excuse is made considerably weaker by the flush on his face, so bright it could probably be used as a beacon to Earth.

“Mhm. And all the excitement when Keith came to watch the TIC-TAC-FOE matches? Also disdain?”

“Obviously!”

This time, it’s Keith’s turn to look all smug.

“Looks like you had a crush on me, too,” he says, taunting. “So there.”

Lance’s eyes flash, and he stomps up to Keith, glaring heavily.

“Well, I bet your crush was bigger than mine!”

“No way! Your crush was bigger way than mine!”

“Well, I never gushed about how cute you are,” Lance says, which is technically true, but only because he talked about ‘annoyingly hot’ Keith was instead.

“So what? Lots of people think you’re cute. That’s an objective thing.” Briefly, Lance blinks and shock, and Keith realises what he said and goes red before doubling down. “Your thing is more embarrassing! You apparently recognised me from, like, a mile away! You’re practically in love with me!”

Lance makes a weird, high pitched sound, halfway between hysterical and apprehensive.

“Am not! You talked about me all the time!”

“So did you!”

“Well, I was just talking about your stupid piloting skills!”

“Ha! You think I’m talented! All I ever talked about was your laugh!”

“And his calculus grades,” Shiro adds, but is resolutely ignored.

“Obviously you’re fucking talented, you show-off, or else you wouldn’t be top of the class!”

“Well, thank you!”

“No, thank you!”

And suddenly they’re left there breathing heavily, glaring, entirely in each other’s space, both angrily going over the argument in their own heads.

It hits them both at the same time. Hunk can tell, because he’s never seen two people look so conflicted in his life.

“There’s no way that was a real thing that just happened,” Pidge mumbles, and Hunk is inclined to agree.

“Do we — do we like each other? For real?” Keith asks quietly, the first to break the silence.

Lance shrugs, a little helplessly. “You’re technically the person I spend the most time thinking about. If I had to count it.”

Keith ducks his head, shy all of a sudden, which is ridiculous, because Hunk just watched him scream half the reasons he was attracted to Lance at the top of his lungs and somehow think he was winning.

“Really?”

“Obviously, you dickhead. Don’t make me say it again.”

“I’m just checking, asshole.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

The next sixty seconds are possibly the most embarrassing and awkward seconds Hunk has ever experienced, which is saying something, because he has crippling social anxiety and gets embarrassed a lot.

“Alright,” Shiro says, clapping his hands. Both Keith and Lance jump, looking at each other before hastily looking away.

Dear God.

“I think it’s been long enough that my body is no longer screaming at me after that helluva beat-down. I think I know what we need to work on, Lance, in the future. Shall we move on?”

Thankfully, then do, and Shiro’s fight with Pidge is much less uneventful. Hunk’s turn is also pretty standard.

Keith and Lance, however, spend the entire time looking pointedly away from each other, except for the ten million times they try to sneak a glance at each other, make eye contact, and hastily look away again.

It’s honestly more painful than the one punch Hunk landed on Shiro, who is so muscled it’s akin to hitting a brick wall. (Lance had the right idea with all those evasive manoeuvres. Yikes.)

When they finally finish training, and Shiro dismisses them for the day, Hunk makes a beeline for the showers. He turns the water as hot as it will go, soaking his sore muscles — he can’t imagine how rough poor Shiro must be feeling after fighting three people, plus general paladin training.

Once he’s dressed, he decides to head for his room to chill out for a bit, reasoning that dinner is soon enough that he wouldn’t have time to messing around in the work room he found last week, but maybe he can take a quick nap or something.

He wishes he was more surprised to find Lance sitting on his bed when he opens the door.

“I am having a crisis,” Lance says immediately.

“Hi, Lance. Yes, I’m feeling much better after my shower. Training was hard today. How are you?”

Lance, as per usual, has no issue ignoring Hunk’s brand of sarcasm.

“This is serious,” he insists.

“Buddy,” Hunk says, sitting next to him. “You are not having a crisis. You are being a dumbass.”

“I am not! This is a difficult situation!”

“Well, let’s simplify it. You have a big, embarrassing crush on Keith. Yes or no.”

“He’s my rival.”

“Yes or no, Lance.”

“…Yes.”

“Okay, great. Next problem. Keith has a massive, embarrassing crush on you. Yes or no. Don’t get up in your head about it. Think objectively. Remember he called you cute and said that was obvious to anyone who looks at you.”

“Yes, then, I guess.”

“Great. And do you want to date him?”

This time Lance pauses a moment. Hunk doesn’t rush him. (He and Lance do this often, for each other. Both of them are prone to working themselves up into spirals of anxious overthinking, and it always helps to have someone talk you through it, but Hunk knows not to push him.)

“I…don’t know.”

“Well, you like hanging out with him, right? You always find an excuse to sit next to him at dinner, and somehow it’s always you two who are magically in the same room at the same time.”

“I guess so.”

“And we already established the fact that you’re attracted to him.”

Lance flushes, which is an answer in and of itself. Not that Hunk didn’t already know — he’s heard way too much about Keith’s ‘perfect face’ and ‘dumbass fluffy hair’ and ‘stupid crooked smile’ to be fooled otherwise, thanks.

“What’s your hang-up then, dude? This seems pretty over-and-done to me.”

Lance bites his lip. “I like being rivals.”

“That’s really gay.”

“Fuck off. I know. I just mean that I like arguing with him. What if we start dating and we stop arguing and it’s not fun anymore?”

Hunk thinks he might bash his head through a wall. “Lance,” he says, grasping his best friend’s shoulders and staring deeply into his eyes. “Dude. I don’t know how to tell you this, but you and Keith are very, very annoying. There is nothing either of you loved more than riling each other up. That’s the homoerotic tension. You think that when you start making out regularly you’re going to be less inclined to see Keith all hot and bothered?”

“That is an excellent point, unfortunately.”

“Yeah, you doofus. Obviously. Go ask him to date you already.”

Lance grins at him, still a little unsure, but mostly excited. “Okay. Thank you, Hunk.”

“Yeah, yeah. You owe me a hundred million dollars in therapy money.”

“As soon as I’m a millionaire it’s all yours, Hunky-bear. And Mamá’s.”

It’s a regular joke of their’s, and Hunk rolls his eyes fondly as Lance finally heads for the door, opening it with a flourish.

“Keith?”

Hunk blinks.

No way.

But there he is, the red paladin in the flesh, standing just outside the door with wide eyes. Because Hunk is a side character in their shounen anime, apparently.

“You’re actually here,” Keith blurts. “Um, you weren’t in your room, so I came here. Um. Obviously.”

“…You were looking for me?”

Keith swallows. “Yes.” A beat of silence. “Date me.”

Lance says nothing for a harrowing moment, completely rigid. But then he sighs, exasperated, and completely unable to keep the grin off his face.

“Have to beat me to everything, don’t you, mullet?”

“Everything,” Keith agrees, grin just as wide, and then he’s leaning over to press his lips to Lance’s.

And, like, Hunk is happy for them, and everything, but it’s escalating real fast and something tells him they’ve forgotten that they’re in Hunk’s doorway.

“Get a room,” he complains, whipping a pillow at them. “Not my room. Obviously. Go make out somewhere else.”

They startle apart, proving Hunk absolutely correct — as per usual — and shoot him identical sheepish expressions.

“Sorry, Hunk,” Keith says, and grabs Lance’s hand, pulling him away. Right before they disappear down the hallway, Lance waves giddily at Hunk, and then turns the gooiest expression Hunk has ever seen him wear in Keith’s direction.

Gross.

He walks over to the door to pick up his fallen pillow, and then crawls into bed, shaking his head fondly. His friends are weirdos.

He can’t wait to tell all of Lance’s siblings about this when they get home. It’s going to be hilarious.

[turtlecleric]

I. I cannot believe I've made a side blog for writing reader-inserts. Alas, I feel it was inevitable. woe, angst be upon ye

I should be working on my rottmnt WIP but we're not gonna talk about that.

@yorshie here's the Raph POV no one asked for after this

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He'd been too fucking slow.

By the time Raph pulled up on his bike, there was only one foot soldier still standing in the alley. The distinct smell of burnt rubber meant he'd just missed the rest of them, but he couldn't see an obvious trail. And he couldn't follow unless he knew where to go.

The soldier was still standing there, staring at him. Maybe this bozo would talk.

He leapt off the bike, landing in a sprint and running straight for them. They must've been in shock or something, because they didn't make a move to run away. Maybe this was their first encounter with a giant humanoid turtle. Either way, he'd make sure it was an encounter to remember.

Raph pulled out a sai with his right hand and flipped it so his fingers straddled the long blade. As he punched forward, aiming the tip of the sai toward the spot between the soldier's left shoulder and collarbone, he expected them to duck or... something. But they didn't. Despite the blunt end of the weapon, it easily punctured through their armor and settled decisively into the meat and bone there. He heard a strangled cry of pain as the soldier's knees gave out, and something about the sound made his chest feel oddly tight, but he was more focused on the fact that the idiot hadn't even tried to dodge.

He towered over them, even more so now that they were on their knees. He had to bend forward to keep his grip on his sai, and he could hear them taking strained, gasping breaths through the mask they wore. Their face was turned up toward him still, hadn't looked away since they first spotted him, and Raphael had the bitter thought that the fucker probably couldn't bring themselves to look away from the monster standing in front of them.

"Where'd they go," he growled.

The soldier didn't answer. He scowled, pushing the sai in further and twisting it ever so slightly. Another agonized shout came out of the woman - at least, it sounded like a woman - and again the sound elicited a strange unpleasant feeling in his chest. After a few moments her head started to fall forward, and Raph used his free hand to grasp the top of her head and hold it up.

Oh no you don't. You wanted to look at the monster. So look.

There was only the sound of her labored breaths for a few moments. It didn't seem like this one was inclined to tell him anything, but he needed answers and she was the only one here. Still, the uncomfortable feeling in his chest was getting worse. Almost like he had felt that day when-

Don't think about her.

His hand moved from the soldier's head to her throat and he dragged her to her feet, shoving her back against the wall. Her head smacked audibly against the brick there, and he squeezed her throat until he was satisfied with the string of choked sounds that came out.

"Tell me where they went," he said lowly, releasing his grip enough for her to take a gasping breath. "And I won't kill you."

Raph had said it to be intimidating. Frightening. But at his words, the soldier almost seemed to... relax. For a moment he was frozen, and then Donnie's voice crackled in his ear.

"I've got eyes on the truck. They're on Morris Park Avenue, headed east."

Leo's voice came through his earpiece next, but Raph was having trouble focusing on what he said. A small, trembling hand had come up to lightly rest on his arm. Not to struggle or to try and pull him away. Just... to rest there.

He felt his brow furrow, confusion and frustration mixing together.

What...?

One of his brothers called his name through the earpiece.

Right. Time to go.

He wrenched the sai out of the soldier and released his grip on her throat completely. She collapsed at his feet, and he could see blood starting to flow sluggishly from her wound. It stained the black fabric she wore, making it even darker. He could still hear her wheezing breaths as he walked away, but then he almost thought he heard the soft sound of crying.

Raph took a few more steps toward his bike before hesitating and turning back to examine the soldier. She was just... laying there. And she was hurt, sure, but she could still move. Why wasn't she calling for backup? For that matter, why hadn't she run when he first showed up? She hadn't even reached for the pistol strapped to her leg this whole time. He was bulletproof, of course, but that had never stopped a foot soldier from shooting at him before.

This was... this was weird. Wasn't it? This soldier's behavior? Maybe he should-

"Uh, Raphie?" Mikey's voice crackled. "We could really use you right about now, bro!"

The urgency in his little brother's tone got him focused and moving again. He left the soldier behind without a second glance and shot off on his bike, heading toward Morris Park as fast as he could go.

---

When he returned to that alley, hours later, there was nothing but a large blood stain and the tightness in his chest that had yet to go away.

[danmainacc]

FIRST SIGHT

Raph saves you from Meats Sweats and, quite literally, falls head over heels. ( header credit to qoeww ) 

Character: Raphael

Writing - type: One-shot

Warnings: fluff, kidnapping, a little bit of angst ( you know I can’t write without it ), meat sweats wants to eat you

Author’s note: I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG 😭 I really wanted to wait until tumblr released me from my shadow-ban prison, but alas, I am still here ( 10 support tickets later ). I hope you guys enjoy !! Lemme know what you think. And know that I see every comment, even if I can no longer reply 🥹

…

A soft sigh left your lips as you looked out into the sky, the moon’s pale face standing out in front of the navy blue night.

This area of New York was an anomaly. Despite it’s close proximity to NYC, it almost never saw the effects of light pollution, the stars just as visible as they would be in the country.

You found this place not too long ago, about maybe a year or so. You had first moved and you decided to explore, to take your mind off the sudden change.

One thing led to another, and now you’re here more than your own house.

Another sigh managed to slip as you rested your cheek in your palm, the moon’s expression almost mirroring your sadness.

‘This is so stupid.’

You scoffed at yourself, scolding the growing lump in your throat into nonexistence.

‘A year in this stupid town, and not a single friend.’

Some could say that when you tried to make friends, you came off...strong...and loud.

But that’s just how you were raised. That’s how you’ve been your whole life.

Back home...real home...you were a hit.

Your friends liked you, your family liked you, hell, even the people that didn’t like you, liked you.

You were funny, sarcastic, a little clumsy, out-going, happy.

But shit happens.

Jobs run thin, and next thing you know you’re on a one-way flight to the other side of the country, no friends in sight.

You shook yourself out of it as you felt something wet rolling down the apples of your cheeks, the feeling almost foreign.

You placed a hand on your face, pulling it back to see that, yes, you were crying.

You scoffed, shaking your head in disappointment as your cheek returned to your palm, the tears now flowing.

‘Pathetic.’

Sighing, you took out your phone, checking the time to see that it was way past your curfew.

Yet not a single text from Dad.

You groaned, standing up from your spot on the ledge and hooking your ankles onto the nearest gutter, clinging onto it and sliding down like a fire-pole.

When you landed, you came face to face with your usual alley.

Now, you knew it wasn’t the best idea to take a dark alley home every night, but it cut the normal walking time in half. And if you walked fast enough, you could surely be home before anyone noticed you were there.

Letting go of the breath you didn’t realize you were holding, you started on your way, keeping your pace at a power walk.

Though for some reason, the alley seemed different. There was a eerie, almost non-human, feeling to it.

The lights were flickering more than usual, the air was filled with the smell of food, and at times, you could’ve sworn you heard a pig snort.

‘You’re goin’ crazy.’

Just then, you noticed a large shadow that sat not too far in front of you.

It was in the shape of a food truck.

A food truck that wasn’t there two seconds go.

‘Nope.’

Now breaking into a sprint, you tried your best to get past it, seeing as the vehicle was blocking the only exit.

But just as you made it past, something grabbed you by your backpack, harshly pulling you back and holding you up.

“Well, well, well. What ‘ave we got here?” the person creepily smirked, licking his lips.

You couldn’t make out his face in the darkness, but you could make was his overwhelming scent of dirty pig.

“A teenage girl. Nice and plump in all the right places.”

He creepily poked at your hips and stomach, the touch making you retreat into yourself, trying to get away.

“I’d say you’d make a good chili.”

Your heart came to a screeching halt at those words, all the air in the world seeming to disappear.

‘Did he just say...I’d make a good chili?!’

And just as you were about to scream, the man hit you upside the head with the butt of his meat tenderizer.

...

You woke up to see that you were tied up in butcher’s twine, resting on top of a surprisingly large cutting board.

Suddenly, you remembered the words of the man just before you blacked out.

‘I gotta get out of here!’

Lifting your head, you saw him standing next to a very large pot, bringing what looked to be stock to a nice boil.

And not only that, but he was apparently a pig-man-hybrid-thing.

‘Don’t even wanna know.’

Hearing something clink behind you, you realized that the pig man left his knife on the cutting board with you.

You grabbed it, shaving down your ropes until you came loose, and then tucking it into your bomber jacket for save keeping.

Quietly standing up, you tiptoed off the cutting board, taking a step onto the food truck floor, only for it to make the loudest creak the world has ever heard.

“For fuck’s sake!” you groaned, making a run for the door.

“Oh, no you don’t!” the pig man shouted, tossing a butcher’s knife at you.

It landed in the door and stopped you from reaching for the handle, letting him grab you and hoist you up once more, as if you were nothing.

“Whetha you lioke it or not, I’m turning you into chili. And there ain’t nobody around to save ya.”

The realization of your situation finally sunk in.

You were trapped in this pig-man’s food truck of horrors, and were about to be made into a chili for him to eat.

No one knew where you were, or where to find you. And there would probably be no evidence left, since you’d be halfway through his digestive track before morning.

You let out a blood-curdling wail of anguish, shocking the hybrid man.

The wail slowly turned into a sob, no doubt getting the attention of those in nearby apartments.

“Quiet, you!” he shouted, punching you in the face and letting you drop to the floor.

Your head throbbed so hard it was practically audible, and you wanted nothing more in this moment than to be absorbed into the ground and dropped into the safety of your room.

“Now, I gotta get to chopping before this stock boils over,” the pig man smirked.

And just as he was about to grab you, a large, green figure burst through the wall of the truck, knocking the pig-man out the door.

“You stay away from her--.” Raph’s breath hitched as his eyes landed on you, one of the prettiest girls he’s ever seen, sitting on the ground.

His heart banged aggressively against his plastron, and despite his cold blood, he felt warm all over.

He couldn’t place his finger on what it was about you. Your hair, your soft eyes, *cough* *cough* your shorts.

But what he knew for sure was that he had to save you.

Yet that rendered him unable to save himself when she tripped over his own feet.

He fell flat on his face, shaking the foundation of the truck.

Now for you....to say you were shocked, would be an understatement.

You just found out today that pig-hybrids and turtle men exist, and one was laying on the floor not too far in front of you.

But he saved you from the creepy guy, so the least you could do was check to see if he was alright.

“Hey,” you chimed, slowly approaching and giving him a soft poke on his shoulder.

“Are you okay? That was a really hard fall.”

Little did you know that the turtle next to you was as giddy as a schoolboy.

You touched him! And not only that, but you talked to him. 

Your voice was so soft and silky, yet firm it its tone. God, he could listen to you talk for hours.

“Hello?” you asked, wondering if he fell unconscious.

“Oh!” he exclaimed, jumping back up and startling you. “I’m sorry. Sometimes I’m a little clumsy.”

He warmly smiled, making something in your stomach flutter.

“It’s alright,” you assured, standing up.

“This might sound cheesy, but I’m kinda here to save you,” he sheepishly explained, rubbing the back of his neck.

You smiled back at him, a small chuckle escaping your lips. “That’s great, cause I am in desperate need of saving.”

He chuckled as well, taking a step closer to you and holding out his arms. 

“May I?” he asked politely.

You nodded, him scooping you up in his arms and jumping out the hole he first came in through.

And now that you had time to truly rest, you took the oppurtunity, resting your head on the man’s plastron as you fought to keep your eyes open.

You don’t know why you were trusting this man so easily. There was something about him that just made him so comforting.

As your eyes fluttered shut, Raph had to use all his self-control to keep himself from swooning.

Even asleep, with hair disheveled and a slightly bloody nose, you still looked goregous. 

And the fact that he was able to be so infatuated, so enamored with you from first glance, was startng to scare him.

But scary or no, he had to face the facts:

He fell for you. And hard.

...

[luna-is-lost]

UnderWelcomed

PART THREE

Papyrus’s POV:

Sprinting out of the house I silently wish Sans an apology and a quick goodbye. Part of me is screaming that this is a bad idea, but I can’t abandon Undyne. Not a chance. The fire and dust tells me, sadly, that I’m heading in the correct direction. Hopefully, I won’t be too late… Undyne’s battle cry is ring in my non-existent ears. It coming from the left. “UNDYNE!” She almost got hit when she turned her head at my voice. Luckily, being The Great Papyrus, I was easily able to shield her. “Papyrus! Protect the king, and the other monsters, from here on in, your in the guard.” “ ITS MY SWORN DUTY TO PROTECT” I make my voice sound serious when in reality, THIS IS AMAZING! I’M FINALLY IN THE G-“ Paps look out!” I barely avoid an attack. Why aren’t the humans taking turns. “MISTER HUMAN, SIR, THIS IS A BIG MISUNDERSTANDING! WE JUST WANT TO LIVE IN PEASE WITH YOU HUMANS!” The human simply fires at me, but alas he was too slow. Undyne’s spear was already about to shatter his soul. “SORRY!” I run over to some monster children, quickly scooping them into my arms and carrying them away from a crumbling building. They are crying… “SHHH!” I think my voice is scaring them. “HE-Hey, it’s alright, I’m Papyrus. I’m here to get you somewhere safe.” They seem much more relaxed now. As fast as my legs will take me, I make my way to the house that Sans is in. Carefully, as not to let the humans see. I send them directly to the basement and sprint back to Undyne and the king. I need to be there for them- a painful prick, like a pin, followed by intense lethargy flows through my bones. As I collapse, I see a human in front of me. “Take him for questionin’ , get answers out of ‘im. By any means necessary.” Black dots (of evil) invade my eye sockets. I think I may lay down for a bit, I’m feeling really tired. “Ggg….GoOd Nn-niii..Iightt…”

Sans POV: Heavy, quick foot steps are everywhere. Papyrus must be up already. “nghh… paps?” … the footsteps stopped, but no response. I crack my eye sockets open just enough to see three tiny kiddos wrapped in a blanket. Sitting up I turn my head only to see that Papyrus isn’t in the room. Wait! Papyrus! I stand up to fast making myself dizzy. After supporting myself on the wall, I notice that the kids aren’t asleep. “hey, have you three seen my bro, papyrus?” The one in the center nods slowly. “He dropped us off here and told us to stay in the basement…” the child merely whispers, almost in tears. “I c-can’t find my brother either, he went to battle the humans… ‘sniff’ I hope he’s ok…” That’s awful… “Papyrus left didn’t he…” It hurts to say. “Yeah…” walking to the stairs, I wish the kiddos a short goodbye and run to find Papyrus, before it’s too late. I walk all the way to where the battle is taking place, but there’s no sign of paps. “Sans!” I can hear Undyne yelling. “We need back up, and you brother hasn’t comeback!” Undyne’s seems panicked as she fights off two humans. Almost reflectively I attack a human behind me. “i’ve got this ‘dyne.” “Once this is done we’ll find Paps.” I curtly nod. Papyrus would be ecstatic about all this exercise, but I have no time to dwell on that. The sooner we win, the sooner we find him-“ I hear a large tear. The sleeve of my hoodie was torn off rather roughly. “ i would tell a joke about this, but it would be ‘tearible’!”Yeah, the sooner we find him the better…

Part 4 tomorrow

[fandomfluffandfuck]

K, I love your answers! (The name one is so intriguing. I love names with backstories.)

I'm jumping in because I, too, am nosy about mutuals and love to see what people are like 👀

1) Are you named after anyone?

Nope!

Although my initials have been forever ruined (memed?) for me because in high school someone pointed out that they're one letter away from the word "slut" (I'm just missing the "u," same order, "slt") Jokes on that person who was trying to make fun of me, though, I am a huge slut 💀💀 so it's perfectly fitting! Wouldn't my parents be proud.

2) When was the last time you cried?

Fun fact, I'm actually trying to get better at crying.

I one million percent grew up with the "boys don't cry" bullshit. So... it's been actual years. And the last time I did cry, it was out of frustration. So I feel like that doesn't even count, lmao.

3) Do you have kids?

I do not.

At this point in life, I don't want kids. I get that it can change, especially because I'm young, but... probably not. Children/fatherhood hasn't ever appealed to me 🤷🏻‍♂️

4) Do you use sacrasm a lot?

Usually not, I use it more in writing than in spoken words in real life.

5) What sport do you play/have you played?

I did track for a brief moment in time--sprints, relay, and hurdles--but I never truly got into it. Just not my thing 🤷🏻‍♂️ I'd rather sit inside and draw or whatever.

6) What's the first thing you notice about people?

T a t t o o s

If you have tattoos, in the most uncreepy way possible, I immediately have seen them and have said "hell yeah" to myself in my head about them. For as long as I can remember, ink has always been the first thing I notice about anyone (if it's visible, obviously). I just... I love tattoos. I wanted to be a tattoo artist for a long time.

7) What's your eye color?

Dark green

8) Scary movies or happy endings?

Scary movies! The more nightmares they give me, the better, lmao.

9) Any special talents?

Define special? I feel like anything I'm good at, I do. Art, y'know? I draw, I write, I sculpt (with clay), etc.

Although, I don't feel like any of those are talents. I've built skills for them over years and years and years. But that's not the discussion we're having now, lol.

10) Where were you born?

Oregon, USA

I feel like I have very ✨️PNW✨️ vibes, or at least, so I've been told.

11) What are your hobbies?

See question 9, lol.

Art: drawing, writing, and sculpting. I used to be way more into photography and photoshop, but I've fallen out of it over the years. I also used to read way more, and I still read fanfiction, but I'm more often writing. There's only so much processing of letters that this dyslexic brain can do, okay?

12) Do you have any pets?

Right now, I just have family pets. My life isn't steady enough for my own. A dog, a cat, and some chickens, ducks, plus rabbits all live with my parents.

13) How tall are you?

5'6"

Feel free to picture pre-serum Steve Rogers, lmao. (Also, I will lord the fact that I, despite being so short, am still taller than my father over his head (literally) until the day he dies, haha.)

14) Favorite subject(s) in school?

Outside of art classes, which were always my favorite for obvious reasons, it truly depended on the school year. I had the privilege of connecting with a lot of wonderful educators, and so it would shift depending on what the teacher was like and what teacher I was connecting with. English was probably my runner-up favorite, though.

15) Dream job?

🤌🏻Drawing🤌🏻

I wanna make art so fucking bad, you don't even understand. It sounds stupid to say that the reason I wake up in the morning is so I can draw, that it's the fire inside me, that it's the passion that is weaved into my skin, holding me together, but it is. I love drawing. I would love if I could just draw what I wanted for the rest of my life and have that be it. Free reign. But, alas, capitalism exists, and so does ai "art" and...... that's a dark path I don't wanna talk about, lol. It'd be nice to draw for a living :')

Tagging:

Anyone who wants to jump in. Please, do. Shout into the void with me!

the sweetest @katiedid-3 tagged me in a 15 Questions for 15 Mutuals and i am the worst at tumblr-ing as of lately but i haven't been tagged in something like this in so long 🥺 so yes! here we go.

1) Are you named after anyone?  I'm named after two people actually, my maternal grandmother and my Dad. Just smushed together two names and that's me.

2) When was the last time you cried?  Not to bring us down immediately...but as of lately it's like every day lol

3) Do you have kids?  I do 🥰 I have my twin beanies

4) Do you use sarcasm a lot? I do, probably way too much for someone with 13-month twins lol. I used it so much when I was a teacher. I hate the rule/advice of not being sarcastic with students. 👎🏻

5) What sports do you play/have you played?  I stopped playing sports in high school because I did JROTC, but I did soccer forever and like @katiedid-3 I did basketball because I am tall (I've been this height since I was in fifth grade) and was pressured into it for literal years.

6) What’s the first thing you notice about people?  I'm very much a vibes person? Maybe it's the Pisces in me (i hate myself for saying that, but it's true...), but it's less about looks and more about "How do I feel in this person's presence?" within the first ten seconds.

7) What’s your eye color?  Brown 💩

8) Scary movies or happy endings?  I do not fuck with scary movies, I'm such a scaredy cat. Happy endings all the way.

9) Any special talents?  🙃 Not really? At least I can't think of anything right now.

10) Where were you born? Also Missouri, USA...👀

11) What are your hobbies?  Right now I barely have time to breathe it feels like, but obviously writing. I read a fuckton too.

12) Do you have any pets?  Mhmm, two cats!

13) How tall are you?  5'8"

14) Favorite subject(s) in school?  I really enjoyed school and all my subjects. I'm the worst at Math, but there was something so satisfying about understanding it that is standing out to me now. I loved English class a lot though.

15) Dream job?  I dream every day of being able to write for a living. 🥺

If you're interested, feel free to fill this out too! I don't feel like calling people out, but I'd love to learn about some mutuals. 💖

[taechaos]

A Parting Gift

Continuation of Blackmail from Textbook Love

pairing: bully!Jungkook x nerdy!fem!Reader

genre: drabble, smut, college au

synopsis: "He told me he would leak your video if you don’t give him a handjob."

warnings: deception/manipulation, dubcon, handjob, spit, slight angst

word count: 2.4k

tag: @mwitsmejk

a/n: jungkook is a bit cruel in this 😖 a flop.

Every time you think about Jimin seeing you in your most vulnerable state, you want to cry, gag, vomit, but all you can do is look down and walk away from his direction in a hurry. Jungkook told you to avoid him, and it’s the easiest option for you right now, but you wish you could tell him it was an accident. If he doesn’t see you, he’ll forget it quicker and save you the embarrassment.

It’s been three days since the incident, and it’s Monday as you clutch your binder to your chest while walking to your afternoon lecture. The coast is clear when you scurry down the halls, the lightning dim due to the gloomy weather outside. It’s going to rain soon, but you got off easy by arriving early. The campus is not crowded yet, just as you expected before coming. Chances of seeing Jimin are supposed to be lowered in this instance, but the boy really can’t take a hint.

You hear him holler your name from a distance in the corridor, and you quicken your steps anxiously. You’re internally begging for him to leave you alone, to forget you exist, just to not approach you. The chants don’t matter when he gently holds your shoulder a few seconds later. You screw your eyes shut the moment you’re turned around, hoping he would just go away and spare the shame.

“Hey,” he exhales, out of breath from his short sprint to you. “Why were you ignoring me just now?”

“I didn’t hear you,” you lie and open your eyes. Jimin frowns.

“That’s not true,” he mumbles, “I was pretty loud and you don’t even have earphones in.”

You don’t say anything and grimace at the floor instead, avoiding his gaze for as long as you can. You’re not a good liar, and Jimin realizes that all too quickly. He continues quietly, “Is this about the… video?”

“It was an accident!” you blurt out with flushed cheeks, “J-Jungkook was going to send it to himself, but…”

She’s so dense, Jimin thinks in astonishment. “He told you that?” He knows it was on purpose; Jungkook was sending him a message beyond the media: that he stands no chance; that you belong to him. He was telling him to back off, but Jimin is more strong-willed than that.

“Yes… please forget about that video.” You avert your gaze to him pleadingly.

“I’m not judging you, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he tries to comfort, “but are you sure it wasn’t intentional?”

Both of you miss Jungkook exiting the lecture hall when you respond. His brows furrow the moment he notices the interaction, but his vision is blocked by other students leaving. He shoves a few as he watches you from afar, your back facing him and Jimin’s expression angering him with its doubtful look. Why the fuck is he still talking to her? He fumes in his spot until you turn back on your path to attend your lecture. You glance at him mid-way and all of your worries vanish the moment you lock eyes. You are taken aback by his glare as he waves you off and stalks up to Jimin who is just idly standing by without moving.

He only breaks out of his trance when Jungkook grabs him by his collar. “I’m guessing you didn’t hear what she said,” he refers to the video with a subtle snarl.

“Heard it loud and clear,” Jimin retaliates obnoxiously. The halls are emptying itself out, and he grows a bit more nervous when he realizes that he’s alone.

“Are you fucking dense? Why are you still following her around like a fucking creep?” He’s greeted with silence, and another possibility dawns on him. A cheshire grin crosses his features as he scoffs, “Oh, you liked it, didn’t you?”

Jimin blinks, dumbfounded, but doesn’t respond. He’s harshly shoved and the back of his head bangs against the wall, echoing in the otherwise silent area. An oomf escapes his mouth at the force, but Jungkook isn’t apologetic.

“You jacked off to it, Jimin?” he closes in on the suffering man who only stares at him. “Answer me.”

“N-No, I wouldn’t-” He’s cut off by the stinging pain on his scalp. 

Jungkook yanks his hair back without mercy, and sings, “Stuttering, avoiding eye contact, taking too long to respond… all signs of lying, no?”

“You’re hurting me,” Jimin holds onto his wrist with both hands as he groans. Jungkook only tugs on it harder.

“I’ll let go if you answer me honestly.” 

Jimin knows that Jungkook is waiting for one specific answer; it is obvious by the sick glint in his eyes. Alas, he tries again, “I-I didn’t do that!”

A deep sigh leaves his mouth with an eye roll, and he brings his free hand to wrap his fingers around Jimin’s neck. He doesn’t put any pressure on him yet, and Jimin is helpless because of the weight pressing against his legs to prevent him from kicking. “Pity,” he mutters, “I never took you for a pervert and a liar.”

The air leaves Jimin’s lungs all too soon when Jungkook tightens his grip on his throat, crushing his windpipes without so much as an expression on his face. Jimin claws at his arm as he wheezes, and Jungkook doesn’t react in the slightest; he looks psychopathic. “Yes,” he finally croaks, “I did.”

He coughs the moment Jungkook removes his hands from him. He bends on his knees as he catches his breath, and the deadly man waits patiently. “You did what?”

“I-I… I jacked off to it,” he swallows audibly.

“Jacked off to what? Your sex life doesn’t interest me.”

“I jacked off to the video of you fingering… her.” Jimin is once again reminded of how cruel Jungkook is, and all he wants is for you to realize that before it’s too late. But he isn’t any better when he is admitting the truth of his wrongful actions.

“Christ…” he trails and shakes his head. He’s feigning disgust, but it works in making Jimin feel worse. “I bet you’d pay to watch it live.”

“Jungkook, please,” he begs hoarsely, his throat dry and scratchy from the suffocation, “stop this. You don’t even love her.”

“Jimin,” he says monotonously, “count yourself lucky that I don’t have any scissors on me, because I’d cut your tongue off right about now. Your voice gives me a headache,” he sighs, “meet me in the lounge at 4.”

You’re worried and twitching on the edge of your seat during your lecture. Conversing with Jimin was awkward, and him telling you Jungkook had lied to you was infuriating, but it shifted to anxiety when Jungkook appeared upset with you. Why do you always do things wrong?

Dwelling on your feelings is not an option when you have to focus on your professor, and you’re overwhelmed with so many things at once. Your exams; Jungkook’s assignments; Jimin’s persistence are all taking a toll on you. You don’t hesitate to escape reality when your phone vibrates in your pocket. It’s a message from Jungkook and your heart fills with relief as you open it under the desk. It reads:

come straight to the lounge after your lecture.

He’s been interacting with you outside of academical topics, and it feels like you’ve hit a milestone. It’s progress at its finest! He’s waiting for you. Time passes too slow for you, and you eagerly take notes to distract yourself; it works, and you’re out of the hall in a rush.

Students are packing up their belongings just as you stride into the lounge. Jungkook is sitting at the far back, and you almost miss his figure. He’s scrolling through his phone when you reach him and your shallow breaths make him look up. 

“Hi,” you breathe and place your sling bag on the coffee table. The room is spacious and the couches are wide and comfortable. You sit down next to him, your leg touching his spread one.

“Hey baby,” he greets with a smile. You internally scream at the rare pet name, unaware that he’s intentionally riling you up. “How was your lecture?”

“It was good! I missed you so much,” you lean into him, “I didn’t upset you earlier, did I?”

“Of course not, princess. I missed you too,” he palms your cheek before pecking the tip of your nose. “Oh, and Jimin will be joining us today.”

You don’t get to relish in Jungkook’s affection long before your eyes widen. “What? Why?”

“I spoke to him earlier today, and well…” he sighs guiltily, “He told me he would leak your video if you don’t give him a handjob. And I agreed on my terms.”

Your lips part as hatred consumes you. Jungkook knows you would do it, and he knows you’ll hold a grudge. And Jimin… well, he’ll definitely have this experience to keep him satisfied for a while.

Said man stands before the both of you timidly. You’re still in shock when you avert your gaze to him. Jungkook is unexpectedly friendly as he stands up and says, “Jimin! Take a seat.” Jimin sits in his former seat wordlessly as Jungkook plops on the loveseat across. “I don’t think we should drag this out longer than it needs to be.” He juts his chin at you, “Start.”

Jimin is perplexed when you hide your face from him as you unbuckle his belt. “Wh-What are you doing?” he asks, but doesn’t stop you.

Before you can respond, Jungkook says, “She knows.” You and Jimin have two different interpretations of his words, and he is baffled by your reaction to it. You’re going to pleasure him because of what he did? Or is this all an attempt at cutting his dick off?

Your upper body covers your actions from any outsiders, but Jimin is worried he won’t be able to stay quiet when your hand massages his crotch over his briefs. It’s a wet dream come true, really, as he involuntarily inches closer to you. Jungkook leans his cheek on his palm as he watches you in boredom. “Take it out,” he instructs you. You don’t glance at Jimin as you push down his underwear and wrap your hand around his erection. He’s not fully erect because he’s still confused, but the more you stroke him, the harder it grows. “You like it?”

Jimin is conflicted between responding and ignoring, but his noises are the only answer Jungkook needs. He is suppressing moans with gasps, shuddering in his seat because your hand feels so soft and you look so pretty and shy. When you pick up your head to gaze at him questioningly, he replies, “Y-Yes.” 

He is entranced by your doe eyes but Jungkook breaks the building tension by mocking, “You look like you want to kiss her. Calm yourself.”

There’s a brief pause before you ask, “Would it make you… cum faster?”

Jungkook leans his elbows on his knees in interest, a smirk plastered on his face at the power dynamic: both of you are playing along to his strings, two puppets under his control. It makes him curious to see how far you’re willing to go before he’s completely rid of Jimin. The only reason he’s allowing this to happen is because of how pathetic Jimin looks now, and how he’ll be utterly crushed when you never speak to him again. It’s a bittersweet parting memory.

“Um…” he hesitates, but thinks if you decided to give him a handjob, a kiss wouldn’t make you uncomfortable. “Yes?”

You inch your face closer to his, and the both of you look like middle schoolers with how slow your lips eventually meet. It’s a sloppy and amateur kiss with Jimin whining into your mouth, his tongue swiping across your lips recklessly. He’s lost in the pleasure, and it’s clear to you that he’s never done anything like this before. Your thumb grazes the tip of his stiff length, and he begins to twitch under you. You use your other hand to pump his girth, your lips awkwardly pressing against his plump ones.

“Spit in his mouth.”

You abruptly pull away to gawk at Jungkook, but he only raises a brow intimidatingly, as if daring you to defy him. “Open,” you demand Jimin. His eyes are hazy, and he has no idea what he’s doing. He’s drunk on your touch as he parts his glistening lips and slightly sticks out his tongue. You spit on it and he flicks his tongue out to collect all of it, swallowing with a deep rumble resounding from his chest. He’s enjoying this far too much.

You don’t notice him cum with a thrust in the air when you kiss him, but as it begins to coat your fingers, you look down to see his oozing leak. It’s not spurting, and you’re grateful for it when you scoot away from him. He’s panting with his head thrown back on the couch headrest. 

Jungkook breaks his silence by cooing to you, “Are you okay, baby?” You nod with a pout, head turned away from Jimin. You’re waiting for Jungkook’s cue to leave so you can speak your mind. “You can go now.”

Without skipping a beat, you seethe, “Fuck you, Jimin. Don’t talk to me ever again or else I will report you to the dean. I hate you, and I hope to never see you again.” You make your grand departure right after, and the man sputters incoherently in confusion.

“What did I do…?”

“Now, Jimin, you heard the girl,” he grins and clasps his hands, “she may take pity on you, but I won’t. One word from you to her, and you’re fucked.”

“If you’re so jealous, why would you let her do that to me?”

He merely shrugs. “Who is she waiting for after giving you a handjob?” he stands up and towers over the seated man who is fumbling with his belt. “I was being nice to you before she completely cut contact with you. You’re welcome by the way.”

As he exits the lounge, he scoffs to himself, “Jealous. What a joke.”

He has no reason to be jealous, because when he's outside, you're shuffling on your feet with your hands held behind your back with a bright smile as you turn to look at him.

"There's my girl," he affirms with a lopsided grin.

It shouldn't feel so reassuring when you reply, "Always yours." And as long as you are, you should be content with only having him in your life.

Because he's never going to catch you talking to another boy again, even if it's his former best friend.

[starksinner]

Rest

Summary: Charles takes care of you after a job goes terribly wrong.

Pairing: Charles Smith x Reader

Warnings: Heavy depictions of Violence, Blood, Gore, Hurt/Comfort, Slight Angst, Fluff, Implications of Sexual Harassment/Assault, Mention of Dissociation

Author's Note: I haven't written in what feels like a lifetime, so I apologize if this is a mess. Either way, the lack of Charles Smith fics across this website and others is downright a crime, so this is my "fine, I'll do it myself" moment. I hope I do some justice to (one of) the best characters in the Red Dead universe. I hope you enjoy reading, y'all!

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The bruised grass of The Heartlands scrape against the skin of your ankles and calloused feet as you are led from the wide-open prairies into the privacy of an austere and diminutive forest.

The air is moist with remnants of rainfall. Petrichor and the scent of nature tickles your senses as your bare feet meet the soiled ground of the woods.

In your mind, loud and boisterous, rumbles an orchestra of deafening thunder and screaming. The pounding of your head originates from the open and festering wounds that continuously pulsate from the split skin of your sensitive scalp — seething and oozing.

Your hands tremble as they are softly caressed and held within the palms of another, the caring touch calming and guiding as you find yourself threatening to slip off the face of the Earth.

When Charles whispers your name, the most delicate reminder of your existence, you can’t help but whine and whimper pathetically. You force your eyes shut as you fester in a cloud of anger and pride, condemning your humanity and the fragility of your own body as a soaring pain runs up the curve of your torso.

You breathe heavily as you groan and peer down at Charles’ language of love: touch — his ethereal touch, displayed by the tender interconnection of his fingers with your own. A familiar scarlet liquid has crept and dried into the small crevices of your fingers, serving as a grisly reminder of the evening’s barbarous events.

“Men love underestimatin’ a woman in a frilly dress,” you splutter softly, the task of speaking suddenly foreign. “Used their idiocy t’my advantage, but I ain’t too sure the price was worth it.”

Charles gives you a look that reflects that of solemnity rather than one of silent derision. You, like many individuals whose identities cause them persecution, prefer to be given a look that serves as a reminder of the severity of a situation rather than a look of belittlement. That look — the one of silent derision — is well known to you as you’ve watched it be used by men as a means of reprimanding and reminding women of their weakness, naivete, and disorder of hysteria.

Charles wasn’t most men, though. Charles was fair, liberal, and wise — no matter how much he’d quietly argue with you over such labels. He admired and encouraged your strength, both in the physical and intellectual sense. Before you even understood your love for him, you had viewed him as a mystical wonder — an actual man among men. He never viewed you as lesser or judged you unjustly. He took you as you were — in all your strength and all your weakness, with all your stubbornness and all your recklessness.

“You were only protecting yourself,” he asserts calmly, his brown eyes observing yours. ”Those men were...savages. They would’ve killed us if you didn’t hurt them first.”

Like most situations that have transpired the past couple of months, Charles held his head and was right — you knew he was right.

Haphazardly, you grip onto Charles’ hands harder, willing off the tears of discomfort that blur your irises.

“I...I don’t know where my dress stops and where I begin,” you murmur, frowning as you see his features drop sadly.

A deep maroon, the dress you wear is tailored to attract the eyes of desperate men and curious travelers. The bodice is silk and accessorized with a corset that shapes and accentuates that of which men drool and desire. Now, the lengthy ruby material is ripped and caked in pools of dried blood and other human materials you dare not to think about.

Your arms, neck, and chest are redder than the dress, dried patches of red and brown mementos from your slain enemies. You crave ripping off your skin and ridding yourself of the deadly feeling and sight of your sins.

“Camp is right over the hills through here,” Charles notes, pressing his fingers lightly under your chin. “Close your eyes and just focus on your breathing. Let me carry you, love.”

You melt into his soft touch, your face scrunching in defeat as a loud sob escapes you. “I hate killing, Charles. I hate it and I hate myself for it. It was...me or them, I know. That man said he wanted me to...I just…”

“I know,” he whispers. Without any trouble, as if you were a mere pelican feather, Charles hooks his arm under your knees and holds you to his chest. He swiftly carries you through the woods and into the open plains, navigating his way back to Horseshoe Overlook. He gently coos and whispers into your ear sweet assurances as you cry justly. “Nearly there, love.”

---

You felt dissociated from your own body as Charles helped you strip out of your ruined dress, kissing, caressing, and whispering to you all the right things. He helped you wash yourself by a nearby lake, lathering your skin with soap and pressing soft kisses against any apparent scratches and blooming bruises.

What was supposed to be a quick con job just north of Valentine, turned into a full fledged bloodbath. Your role was a simple and tired one — dressed as a rich simpleton, you were to distract some revenue agents and pose as a woman found lost on her wary travels. Charles, the silent hunter, would rummage through the agents’ wagons in search of the lock box that you had on good authority was carrying a wealthy prize.

It was easy — a con that you’ve been participating in since your rebel days with Arthur, both of you incredibly spry and dramatic in your teen years.

Things took a drastic turn as you spotted a third wagon headed in Charles’ direction, just as you were chatting up and charming a lanky looking agent. In a last attempt at distraction, you placed your hand against the agent’s chest and began flirting with him, making his eyes wander to your red painted lips and nearly exposed chest.

Alas, the third wagon of revenue agents had spotted Charles — causing a boom of gunshots and shouts to echo across the plains. Your body immediately tensed until you spotted your love hiding behind a boulder, shooting off his Springfield Rifle into the growing crowd of agents. You acted on pure instinct as you swiftly reached under your skirt, gripping your knife, and slicing the throat of the agent in front of you. His blood splattered across your face as he choked, whined, and fell to the ground at your feet. You grabbed the Bolt Action Rifle from his dead grip and began firing into the agents around you, covering yourself behind one of the large wagons.

It wasn’t until you heard Charles struggle and shout that things took a gory route. He was fighting against a brawny agent that had pinned him to the ground, both men grunting and punching for dominance. You no longer considered your own wellbeing as you kicked off your shoes and sprinted towards him, shooting the agent straight in the head and another three of them as they screamed and barreled towards the both of you. You took hold of the left side of the field while Charles ran to another empty boulder and flanked the right. Both of you fought to pick off the pack of revenue agents that had seemingly swarmed the area, reloading your guns and bearing the pain of flesh wounds resulting from incoming bullets.

Just as you thought you were in the clear, the air was knocked straight out of your lungs as your head smashed against the side of the wagon and you were pushed, face first,  into the solid ground.

“You enjoy playing with guns, sweet thing?” The man on top of you grunted and gripped your neck as you thrashed and struggled below him. He dropped his knee against your lower spine, causing a mantra of curses to pass your lips as you promised death upon him.

“You got some mouth on you,” he groaned into your ear, holding you down harder as you continued to scream and fight beneath him. “I’m gonna take you in. Teach you how to kneel an’ please me good with my dick in your mouth, sweet thing.”

Suddenly, the commotion of gunshots leapt into a dreary silence, causing the man above you to turn his attention to the sudden absence of noise.

In your panic, you heard Charles scream your name.

With all your strength, you growled and practically bucked the agent off of you, reaching forward for your knife and whipping around to kick the man where it truly hurts the most.

The coward wailed on the ground and gripped his manhood, cursing you out as he shuffled backwards in fear. You spat and stalked towards him, your chest heaving and your eyes only seeing red. You pressed your right foot into the agent’s abdomen, hard, squatting down and positioning the tip of your blade near his chest.

“I hope hell burns extra hot for you, sweet thing.” You sneered at his visible fear and hurled the blade into the man’s chest — over and over, you plunged your knife into the agent’s body as blood poured from his mouth and he gaped at you with wide, dying eyes.

Blood poured from your scalp down to your face, your side screamed in agony, every inch of your skin was matted with blood that wasn’t your own — you stabbed until you physically felt the soul of the man beneath you leave his body.

That’s how Charles had found you, still and motionless, covered in blood and lost in your head as he called out for you and led you away from the strew of dead bodies.

---

“I need you,” you speak softly, breaking the night’s silence. You and Charles were under the protection of your tent: he’d been crafting poultice for your inflamed wounds while you’d been attempting to find pleasure in a bowl of Pearson’s stew. Your mind couldn’t stop racing and mulling over the day’s events.

You craved a distraction. You craved Charles.

“Charles?”

“Not tonight,” he murmurs. He speaks with an unwavering finality but with no anger, upset, or aggression. “You need rest. The both of us.”

You frown, like a child. “I just...I’m…”

“I know.” He places the cloth he was working with down and shuffles his way over to you, gripping the blanket by your feet and putting it over your body. He wordlessly noticed you had been shivering, wrapped only in your thin chemise. “When we’ve both recovered, we can share each other...It’s been a long day and I don’t want the love I have for you to pose as a distraction from the pain.”

You snuggle into his side, basking in his scent of ginseng and cedar, and nod against him. He was right, he was always right. “I...I love you, Charles. So, so much. You’re...everything and more to me.”

“And you to me.” He presses his lips against your temple, making sure not to touch the bandages against your scalp. He too takes in your scent, sprinkles of honey and peaches, a smell that proves to be his home and final landing.

He watches your eyelids flutter shut and lets you lay against your shared mattress, pressing a final day’s kiss against your warmed cheek. He is satisfied by your peaceful reflection. “I’ll wake you in the morning for coffee, my love. Get some rest now.”

Charles' sweet whispers are your last rememberings of the day as you drift off into a calming dreamland.

[ewritesfanfics]

Day 6: Bounty Hunters

@krexieweek

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36919867

A/N:  So, I hadn't meant it to at first, but somehow this ended up just being basically the same universe as my fic for Day 1: Battle of the Bands. Make of that what you will.

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To say Douxie is panicking would be an understatement.

One might think that, after all these years, he might have a better handle on keeping cool, calm, and collected in tense situations, but alas, he does not. Especially not when it comes to his friends.

Especially not when it comes to Krel.

So, when he got a garbled and barely legible text message from the Akiridion, with the only readable words being ‘attack’ and ‘help’, he ran from his barely-an-apartment without a second thought, sprinting through the streets of Arcadia in basically his pajamas, lacking shoes, house keys, and Archie. He’s just thankful his barely-an-apartment isn’t that far from the location.

“I thought my running days were over!” he hears Toby cry out.

He cuts between two buildings just in time to come upon a large, glowing orange creature hurl a double-ended hammer at the group with a loud, “I will crush you!”

“Clipeatusa!”

Before Aja can even finish putting up her serrator-shield, Douxie’s ward surrounds the group, reflecting the hammer at a high, sharp angle, and sending it spinning far into the night. The extraterrestrial holds out its hand in an obvious gesture to resummon his weapon, but Douxie figures with the force it shot off with, he’s bought at least a little time.

“What was that!?” Eli cries out.

“Your backup!” Douxie responds, already thinking of all the possible spells he could use here.

“Douxie!” Krel calls out.

“Douxie!?” Eli calls out.

“We fighting or running? Because if it’s the latter, we should get a move on before that hammer comes back!”

“Fight!” Toby says at the same time the rest of them say, “Run!”

“You’ve been outvoted Toby, go!” Douxie says, the whooshing sound of air displacement by a large, spinning object drawing nearer, signaling the end of the time he bought.

“It’s hammer time!”

“Quick, behind Stuart Electronics!” Aja says, and the group files in quickly, Douxie bringing up the rear and locking in a shield charm.

On the other side, Douxie reflects the hammer once more, and the muscles in his arms strain and groan from the effort. The shield charm may deflect things, but there’s still momentum and mass. He could shield against those as well, but that would be two more spells on top of this or an incredibly draining and complex shield spell, and he doesn’t feel like passing out in an alley right now.

The creature goes after his hammer that was ricocheted in the opposite direction, which gives them enough time to put some distance between them.

They make a break for it through the forest and come upon the Tarron’s house – connected to a very large ship.

He knew the mothership was large, but actually seeing it from the outside is a whole different matter.

“There’s a spaceship growing out of your house? You have a space house?” Toby gasps.

“Shh,” Aja insists, “The bounty hunter could have followed us.”

“Also, our ‘spaceship’ prefers to be called Mother,” Krel adds.

“Let’s hope she knows how to stop whatever that lifeform was,” Aja says.

They sneak around to roughly where the front entrance is.

“How’re we going to get up there?” Eli asks, but he doesn’t get to finish his question before Aja parkours between the trees and flips through the open door, disappearing from sight.

“Go ahead Krel, I can help these guys,” Douxie says, and Krel nods, following the same path that Aja took.

“How’re you gonna help us?” Steve asks.

“Sina pondera facti,” Douxie says, pointing at them. They are briefly outlined in blue, a rune appearing above their heads, and then, they return to normal. “Now, everybody hold hands and pretend you like each other.”

“Wait, what did you do to us?” Steve asks.

“Hold hands?” Eli asks.

“Just do it.”

The three boys do so, and Douxie puts himself between Toby and Steve, and Steve has Eli on his other side.

“Now, don’t let go until I’ve let go.”

“What happens if we do let go?” Toby asks.

“You’ll get flung into the stratosphere.”

“What!?” Toby and Eli cry out in shock, and Steve says in confusion.

“Hold on tight! Salira altum sea!”

With that, Douxie jumps. The other teens scream, their grips almost bruising, as they are sent flying high through the air, rocketing far up past the house, and above the tree line, but only very briefly, before sharply plummeting.

“This is gonna hurt!” he calls out, and since he can’t exactly call up the spell on his bracelet, he just opts for shouting, “Tarda descensus!”

They hit the blue barrier that forms in front of them about 10 feet from the step of the house, and then Douxie lets it go, along with the spell he placed on the others. They each fall the rest of the way, landing painfully, but successfully.

“What the ever-loving flip was that?” Steve wheezes from where he lays.

“A weightlessness spell, a jumping spell, then an anti-gravity spell. Or a fall-slowing spell, depending on how you wish to look at it.”

“So … how would we have been sent into the stratosphere if we let go?” Toby asks.

“Well, as according to Newton’s First Law of Motion, an object in motion remains in motion at constant speed and in a straight line unless acted on by an unbalanced force. Now, think of the force equation, F = ma, force equals mass multiplied by acceleration. Via my spell, your mass aka variable ‘m’ was magically counteracted and reduced to as close to zero as I could get, and then I introduced a variable ‘a’, acceleration. The ‘a’ multiplied by my ‘m’ was enough force to take us up as high as we went. At the height of our arc, ‘a’ had decayed enough that the up-force became less than the down-force, or gravity. But see, your ‘m’ was much less than mine and we had the same ‘a’, meaning your total up-force was much greater than my own. It would have taken a lot longer for gravity to become the greater force acting upon you. You would eventually come down, but it would have taken a long time.

“And if I were to release the weightlessness spell after you let go, you would come down faster with the increased ‘m’, but you would still have the greater height and if you had gotten too far out, I might not have been able to judge your position well enough to keep you from becoming a splatter on the forest floor. In all reality, you probably wouldn’t have gotten too far before I noticed and would have been fine, but I like to minimize what could go wrong.”

“What in the actual fuck?” Toby says.

"Was that English?" Steve asks.

He turns to go inside and sees Krel standing at the door, a dreamy look on his face.

“Why does Krel look like that?” Eli asks as he helps Steve to his feet.

“That is a look born of a mix of appreciation and adoration,” Douxie says, and Krel blushes, a human aspect born from his transduction that has bled into his Akiridion form, and an aspect that Douxie quite likes has bled over.

“Huh?” Toby asks, and Eli gives him an equally confused look. Steve just goes to Aja.

“I know basic physics concepts and whatnot, but I can only rattle off things to that specificity because of Krel and some extra work on my own time. Me rattling all of that off is proof that I have been actively listening and working to understand even if I am not quite the savant that he is, and there’s nothing more attractive than a partner who actively listens and does their utmost to understand the topics nearest and dearest to your heart, or in his case, core. I’m still absolute shit at the more advanced stuff, and that's not even including all the Akiridion physics and whatnot, I predate Newtonian physics by centuries after all, but I’ve been working at improving and I've gotten pretty good with the fundamentals.”

"Guys, let's get down to Mother before the bounty hunter comes looking for us!" Aja calls out from inside.

When they get down to command central, Eli and Toby immediately go running in and start examining everything like kids in a candy shop, shouting about how cool everything is.

“Is it cool? I mean, I guess I’m just used to it. You know, been here a million times now,” Steve says nonchalantly.

“Really now, Steve?” Douxie says, quirking an eyebrow, and stifling a laugh as the teen almost falls off the platform, screeching and squawking. He magically grabs the back of Steve’s shirt and sets him back on his feet, to which Steve just gives a nervous laugh. Douxie and Krel exchange an exasperated look and Aja just huffs fondly.

“Steve, how could you not tell me?” Eli asks as Toby starts to mess with the console.

“Uh, Toby, I wouldn’t mess with that!” Douxie calls, jogging up to the console and pulling Toby’s hands away from almost pressing the self-destruct button.

“I just told you!” Steve says.

“But what about our Creepslayerz Oath?” Eli asks.

“What Creepslayerz Oath? What are you talking about?” Steve asks.

“Exactly! We were supposed to write one!” Eli says, jumping into one of the chairs.

Krel cuts into the Creepslayerz conversation, joining Douxie and Toby up by the console, shooing the latter away. “Can we return to this subject later? We have a bounty hunter to deal with.”

Toby retreats and takes the other chair. Aja and Steve come up from behind.

“I can manually access Mother’s database here,” Krel says, hands and fingers flying, “Just takes a couple sektons to unlock.”

“Log,” Mother’s robotic voice rings out, “Pulling up Commander Vex’s logs.”

“No, not ‘logs’!” Krel says, and Douxie can already tell how this is going to go.

“Delson one, Commander Vex reporting. Or should Varvatos say “Nanny Vex”?”

“Mother, get him off the screen!”

“Next screen.”

“No!”

“Delson 17. Varvatos met Nancy Domzalski –”

“My Nana?”

“She captured my rook, my queen, and my core. She is, how the            hoomans would say, ‘hot’.”

“Hot? Ew! No, no, no! She’s not hot, she’s Nana!” Toby cries out, scrabbling to change the video.

It changes to just a video of Varvatos practicing his fighting, going through forms and techniques.

“Oh man, he’s a really good fighter! Who is he?” Eli asks.

Douxie can practically feel the rage and the hurt radiating off of Krel. He places a hand on Krel’s shoulder, testing out whether or not the Akiridion will accept the physical comfort. Krel crosses both sets of arms, tensing up, but he leans into Douxie, and Douxie quickly slides the hand along his shoulder to bring Krel under his arm in a secure side-hug.

“Nobody,” Krel grumbles. It’s angry and stubborn, but Douxie can hear the slightest quiver in his voice, and Douxie’s heart breaks.

Something needs to be done about this.

“It’s a long story,” he hears Aja say from behind him, before following with, “Mother, any information on a bounty hunter with a giant hammer-thing?”

“Searching, searching, searching, searching …”

“She’s still rebooting,” Krel says, bringing up a hand to his forehead, exasperated.

“She did go through quite the ordeal two weeks ago, and from what I’ve seen, she’s a very complex computer. We just have to work with her as she reboots,” Douxie says, trying to assuage Krel’s frustration.

“Your order for red boots has been shipped and will arrive in two to five business delsons.”

“No!” Krel yells, and Douxie sighs.

“Bounty hunter identified. Magma-Tron hails from the planet Cindor. Cindorites are an almost indestructible, violent race of mechanized beings known for their wanton disregard for life. They are prone to quips, ruthless cruelty, and what humans refer to as “trash talking”.”

“Mother,” Aja says from beside Douxie, which he doesn’t flinch at at all, “Any information on how to defeat this guy?”

“Searching my database. The only known weakness is … wa- … wa- … wa- … System rebooting.”

Both the siblings groan and Aja sighs, “This is going to take forever!”

“Not necessarily,” Douxie says as someone’s phone chimes.

“What do you mean by that?” Aja asks.

“One of the alien traps went off! It caught something in the sewers!” Eli exclaims, cutting off that line of questioning.

“It could be Magma-Tron!” Krel says as they turn to look at Eli, who’s showing them the location on his phone. “Wait, were you trying to trap us?”

Something inside Douxie growls lowly at that, which he carefully contains and chalks up to his familiar-ship with Archie.

“Yeah, but only because someone never told me you were cool.”

“You shouldn’t have needed someone to tell you. Why would you assume every extraterrestrial was bad when you had already seen there are good and bad trolls?” Douxie asks, “There are no species or societies that are 100% good or 100% bad. Caution can be good when approaching something or someone you know nothing about, but you can’t just go around assuming the worse of everyone and everything! That’s incredibly insulting for one, and also liable to get you on the wrong side of the wrong people very quickly.”

Eli looks properly chastised, and Krel grabs Douxie’s hand and gives it an appreciative squeeze.

Steve grabs the phone and tosses it to Aja.

“We must stop Magma-Tron before he hurts someone,” she says.

“Or us,” Krel adds.

“Still happy Vex is gone?” Aja snaps, and Krel flinches back at that.

“Aja, you know as well as I do that was uncalled for. Krel is having just as hard of a time with Varvatos being gone as you are,” Douxie cuts in.

“And what do you know about loss!?” she practically bites, and Douxie can’t keep himself from lashing out, Aja digging at just the wrong wound. But he does manage to school it in enough to keep his voice calm and demeanor cool.

“I am a 919-year-old wizard who has seen empires and countries rise and fall, has fought in some of the bloodiest wars in history, and has seen the very worst of humanity. I lost my pseudo-sister when she turned on myself and my master and our kingdom, and then she took from me my master, who was basically my father, and then I lost my home within 24 hours of losing my father figure, much like yourself mind you. I have made and lost more friends, acquaintances, and family than you could possibly imagine. Forgive me if I might think I know a thing or two about loss.”

Everyone in the room is dead silent, staring at Douxie in shock, and Krel has tightened his grip on Douxie’s hand.

“Well, then, “Douxie says, clearing his throat awkwardly, “We should go after Magma-Tron. Toby, go get your armor, I’ll go put on some actual clothes, everyone one meet back up in the town square. From there, Eli can lead the way.”

    Half an hour later, they find themselves navigating through the sewers, most of that time having been taken up by Archie lecturing Douxie.

Finally, Eli stops them.

“The trap is just around this corner,” he whispers.

“We’ll take it from here,” Aja says. She and Krel take out their serrator-blades, and Toby pulls out his hammer. Douxie readies a spell. Archie gets ready to hold back Steve and Eli, as Douxie doesn’t trust them not to get in the way.

They jump out and –

“Zadra?” Krel says, “What are you doing here?”

And Zadra it most certainly is. She’s tangled in a net, reaching for … a Nougat Nummy.

Douxie rolls his eyes.

“None of my battlefield training prepared me for the temptations of these delicious confections.”

“Yeah! The Nougat Nummies worked!” Eli cheers.

“I ordered you not to leave the ship for your own protection!” she says, sliding right into the scolding.

“And considering how much longer you have spent with Aja and Krel than me, you should have known there was no way you were keeping them contained to the ship,” Douxie says.

“He has a point,” Krel says, stifling a giggle.

“Is there some cheat sheet we could get? Like, how do we tell who’s a good alien or a bad alien?” Toby asks.

“How do you tell who’s a good troll or a bad troll? A good human or a bad human?” Douxie shoots back.

Then there’s a clank and a recognizable double-ended hammer comes spinning down the sewer line. They barely manage to duck before it returns to its owner, boomerang style.

“Give up your cores, Tarrons, before I rip them from your bodies!”

“A Cindorite?” Zadra gasps, “My Royals, run!”

“With Varvatos Vex off-planet, no one can save you now!”

“Off-planet?” Aja gasps, “You know where Varvatos is! Where is he?”

“Not here to protect you.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I am then, huh?” Douxie says, stepping forward in front of the armed siblings.

“Douxie, what are you doing?” Krel asks.

“And who are you?”

“Someone who likes Krel’s and Aja’s cores exactly where they are,” Douxie says, “And would prefer them to stay there.”

“Hahaha! Say goodbye to your teeth!”

Magma-Tron first goes to throw it, but Douxie says something before he can.

“Really, you’re just going to throw it? I would’ve thought you had more bravery than a feeble larvox! But you’re no better than a soolian.”

“Douxie!” Aja gasps.

“Douxie, don’t goad him!” Krel cries out.

But that’s exactly what he wanted to do.

He doesn’t know what ‘soolian’ means exactly, nor does he know exactly what a larvox is, but what he does know is that what he just said is insulting, and if he’s reading Magma-Tron right, then that ought to be enough.

“How dare you!”

Magma-Tron runs forward, hauling his hammer up as if to come down on Douxie’s head.

Perfect.

Because, really, Magma-Tron? From the planet Cindor? That’s just too easy. And with Mother confirming its weakness begins with ‘wa’, all Douxie needs is a good supply of it (conjuring it is a royal bitch).

“Causa crepitus!”

The bolts on the pipeline above him unscrew, and water comes gushing out straight onto its head.

Magma-Tron screeches in pain and starts to power down.

“Wait, don’t kill him! He knows where Varvatos is!” Aja calls out.

“Glacio!”

The stream of water freezes, holding the short-circuiting Magma-Tron in place.

“If you want your information, now’s the time to get it before he fully boots back up.”

Aja doesn’t need another word, running past Douxie and brandishing her blade. As she does this, Krel comes up and cuts Zadra down.

“Where is Varvatos!?”

“He’s on Earth’s moon, rotting away in some prison cell.”

“Varvatos was captured?” Aja asks.

“He didn’t leave us. He was taken,” Krel says, careful hope edging into his voice though Douxie can hear the effort to keep that at bay.

“By whom?” Aja asks.

“Zeron Alpha. Commander Vex is heading home to Akiridion 5 for his execution.”

“Execution?” Krel says as Aja gasps in horror.

“You’ll be reunited with Varvatos in death!”

At that moment, the ice cracks and shatters, and Magma-Tron breaks free.

Only for Douxie to immediately let go of the freezing spell, allowing the water to flow freely once more, the direct stream pouring onto his head, rendering him immobile and short-circuiting once again.

“So, do we just have to wait for the water to kill him?” Douxie asks.

“It should have weakened him enough for our attacks to kill him,” Zadra says.

Aja and Krel both spring forward at that, their serrator blades now cleanly slicing through Magma-Tron, creating an ‘X’ through him momentarily, before he starts to dissolve into lava.

“That was awesome sauce!” Toby cheers.

“Yep! That’s my girlfriend,” Steve gloats and then turns to Eli, “And you are my friend, Pepperjack.”

“Yes!”

“Creep-”

“Slayerz! Best friends? Bros?”

“Yeah, okay, Pepperjack. Bros. But you’re still a buttsnack.”

Douxie snorts.

“What?” Krel asks quietly, coming over to walk in pace with Douxie back to the main group.

“Just those two. How long do you think it’ll take them to realize?”

“Considering they haven’t already? I think it’ll take someone else telling them at this rate.”

“Aja?”

“It’d probably be best coming from Aja, but I am uncertain whether she’ll catch on or not. I might have to nudge her, which I do not want to do.”

“Because Steve’s her boyfriend?”

“No, it’s not that. Unlike here, it is not socially frowned upon on Akiridion 5 for romantic relationships to consist of more than two people, or for one person to have relationships with two or more people who are not in a mutual relationship, as long as everything is consensual and understood by all involved. It complicates things, though a lot of that complication has been removed since Aja is going by human dating customs rather than Akiridion dating customs. I just don’t want to nudge her because if I meddle in her dating life, she will meddle in mine.”

"Yeah, that sounds like Aja."

Once the group is fully gathered, Krel clears his throat and addresses Zadra, “Sorry we snuck out. And were nearly killed. Again. You were right.”

“You were right as well,” Zadra says, “If you hadn’t left the ship, I might have been killed. And I see now there aren’t just enemies out there. These humans can be our allies, our friends. And more.”

She then turns to Douxie and places a hand on his shoulder.

“I have not been kind to you over the past two wardons, despite the cordiality and respect you showed. Tonight, you have proven yourself a trustworthy and formidable ally. Though do not think this means I will not watch you closely. Just because I can trust you to fight with and for us does not mean I am not still wary of you as Krel's King-in-Waiting Consort-Apparent.”

“Zadra!” Krel hisses.

“Noted,” Douxie says.

“So does that mean you trust me?” Steve asks hopefully.

“You are just a suitor.”

“Zadra!” Aja says, offended.

“What’s the difference?” Steve asks.

“A Consort is the lower-ranking spouse of a monarch, and a suitor is a generic term for someone you are dating, someone you could potentially marry,” Eli says.

“On Akiridion 5, there is actually a greater difference in the terms. I am uncertain of how human royal hierarchical structures work, but on Akiridion 5 there is a very particular structure that has titles attached, including between royals and their life-partners. We have our Kings, Queens, and Monarchs, and the masculine, feminine, and neutral terms of the various positions below them in the royal hierarchy. If their life-partner is a royal, they are also a King/Queen/Monarch. If their life-partner is nonroyal, then they are titled King/Queen/Monarch Consort. Prior to the official ceremony binding them as life-partners, while they are still in the courting stage, the royal potential life-partner would be King/Queen/Monarch-Apparent. The nonroyal potential life-partner would be King/Queen/Monarch Consort-Apparent. These titles carry down the royal hierarchy, the only part that changes being the initial title which indicates rank and gender.

“Douxie here currently holds the position of King-in-Waiting Consort-Apparent as he is in the midst of courtship with the King-in-Waiting, though I am keeping my eye on him, as I just stated. Should he and Krel eventually become official life-partners, he would become King-in-Waiting Consort. His initial rank title would change to just King upon Krel's full ascension to the throne, whether that be before the ceremony, making him King Consort-Apparent, or after the ceremony, making him King Consort. Right now Douxie could also be considered Prince Consort-Apparent since 'King-in-Waiting' is technically a symbolic title. Krel still holds the official, legal position of Prince, he simply now has the official approval for ascension, whenever that may come to pass," Zadra explains.

Douxie had known all of this, Krel had explained it when they got together after the world didn't end to explain things – Krel had wanted to make things clear for Douxie when discussing their relationship since he did not have to hide his Akiridion identity – but it's still weird for him to think about. He's always basically been a peasant, middle-class at best, and the closest he ever got to royalty was when Merlin took him in and he technically became part of Arthur's court. But even then, he was just a lowly apprentice, not the kind of person true royalty would ever spare a glance to, he only got what he did because of Merlin. But now, since he's dating Krel, he actually holds the title Prince Consort-Apparent, and, should everything go as he hopes it will, eventually he'll be King Consort. Which is just plain weird. Him, Hisirdoux Casperan, King Consort? It's almost laughable, how ridiculous the thought is, but it's true, and he can't quite parse through the odd mix of emotions he's experiencing.

“The term I used for Steve, suiter, is a term used not just for royals but in the general public as well," Zadra continues, "A suiter is what someone is called during the courting phase when there is still question as to their seriousness and/or their worthiness."

Toby bursts out laughing, and Eli makes an offended sound on Steve’s behalf.

“What! I’m serious!” Steve says.

“And he’s worthy! Steve is my Prince Consort-Apparent!” Aja insists.

While they take care of … that, Douxie and Krel turn back to the mess, Archie swooping over the mess to inspect.

“Well, you guys certainly did a number on this thing,” Archie says.

“But his weapon remains,” Krel says, going over to it and looking it over. “It is pretty nice. Has a lightweight thruster on each end. If we separate the ends, then … I think I could put this to good use.”

He looks to Douxie, an idea sparkling in his eyes.

By using the thrusters, Stewart’s truck, and an illusion spell, they manage to get the house back into place by noon, not having to worry about prying eyes.

And two days later, after working his shift, he gets another text from Krel.

I really hope it’s not another bounty hunter.

Krel❤️:  Got Mother fully rebooted. Stuart retrieved his ship from 49-B. Going to the moon for a prisonbreak. See you in 2-3 delsons, hopefully with Varvatos. Don’t tell Zadra.

Um, what?

[tendous-socks]

do you know, the muffin man?

platonic baji and chifuyu x reader 

title has nothing to do with the actual plot lol

not proof read

saber is my dog who passed when i was little and i missed him.

idk what's going on with the capitalization, 

a warm up of sorts ;)

“That's what a mommy’s boy would say” “Hey”

It was summer nights like these you'd never forget.

The crisp air that danced in your lungs when you took a deep, filling breath. Or the gathering of stars overhead that watched you as you made your way home. like your own personal guardian angels.

Lights flickered off one by one as the night grew older and the street lamps stood proudly in their stead. It was nights like these that made you feel at ease. So much so that you felt that saber, your fat, lovable mush of a dog would just love to go on a midnight walk.

Although midnight was… less than ideal, you didn't plan to stay so late at cram school, the janitor nearly kicked you out himself when he saw you so absorbed in your homework. the furrowed look etched upon his face when he asked why you were doing all that on a friday evening, when you should be home with your family, or out doing illegal things with your friends.

You gripped the straps on your backpack just tighter just thinking about it.

you'll just have to stay up and finish it later then, after talking your beloved golden out for his much deserved walk.

Rounding the corner, you spotted your apartment complex as it stood tall amongst the houses surrounding it. Almost out of place.

The lights illuminating the road almost like a pathway home as you continued on. Your silent footsteps duetting the chirping of cicadas.

Pesky little things liked to choir all night singing melodies of long before as they woke up from their decades of slumber.

my god you couldn't get home fast enough.

which wouldn't be a problem if you didn't hear an excruciatingly loud cackle from your complex.

and due to the light of the street lamps, if you could squint hard  enough you could see the silhouettes of two people sitting on the stairs that allowed you to go up…

damn it

this was gonna be weird 

as silent as a church mouse, you trudged your way over to them. Thoughts a second as you scratched your brain for something to say

something that you wont wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat regretting saying.

“uhm excuse me… i need to get up there so, yeah” you said, knuckles white as you felt your body heat up. 

You didn't bother to catch a full glance at them, only noting their black uniforms and that one had long, black hair and another had a yellow undercut.

“Oh yeah sure! Sorry about that..” You chuckled nervously as the yellow one scooched over a bit allowing you to squeeze your way up 

“Yeah no problem”

Taking the first few steps up, making sure not the disturb the two, you debated neither sprinting up or just quietly walking. Of course all plans were thrown out the window when another, raspier voice asked “why’re you out so late? “

Your foot stopped almost immediately.

What?

You gulped thickly. “ oh, no reason, i just had cram school and lost track of the time ya’ know?” No of course they don't know because they obviously don't go to your cram school !

Almost as if he had an epiphany, the longer haired boy shot up like a rocket as he turned to fully face you.

“ wait a minute- that means you're smart right?”

“Baji no-” “ hey you mind helping us with our midterms? I don't wanna fail them and make my mom cry again, wouldn't be right”

“Oi baji! Who said I needed help? I'm the one who's tutoring you!” the blondie argued back, voices echoing up around and through the staircase as you finally looked at the two of them.

chifuyu , who you now recognize as a delinquent and baji… who you've never seen in your life both apparently went to your school as you faintly recalled a morning announcement of both their names being called and summoned to the principal's office.

As well as the rumors that surrounded them both as you remembered the whispers upon whispers of gossip dripping from your friends mouth like sugar coated honey, too tempting not to take a bite out of.

All in all, they were trouble.

“Uh haha yeah, I'm sorry. I don't think I'll be of any use to you since I'm not the brightest of people, I'm sorry I have to go, have a good night though.”

And like cinderella you dashed off up stairs. Not even bothering to look back or hide your footsteps as you heard baji call and complain for you to come back and how chifuyu ruined his chances of passing his terms.

but of course, you were back downstairs… not exactly downstairs as you were on one of the landings that separated the floors, the soft fluff of sabers tail wagging excitedly as you held onto his blue, rope leash as you stared down the stairs wondering why exactly the two of them were  still. here.

You groaned internally as you took a step back, pulling lightly on his leash as you went to go back down the hall and into the safety of your apartment. Already thinking of excuses to tell your mom why you didn't take your baby for his daily walk.

Plop

…. 

You tugged on the leash a little harder, only to no avail as your lab stared up at you with a little smile..

This son of a bitch.

“C'mon saber lets go, I promise I'll take you on two walks tomorrow, so please let's just go” you whined, crouching down next to him as you went to softly push at his side. 

But like the anchor he is, he didn't budge.

“Please saber c’mon i wanna go home now lets go you fat little man” you moaned as you stole a glance towards the stairs, hoping to god you didn't alert the two.

But alas, you were met with a pair of blue and golden eyes staring at you curiously. Though the curiosity in their eyes didn’t overshadow the way they loomed over you and you little man, both of them blocking any whisper of light that tried to escape through as it haloed blindingly around them.

‘ oh it’s you- i didn't know you had a dog” baji said as a smile grew on his face as he slowly knelt down as your dog’s tail quickly went to whipping your side as you just gawked at him.

“Oi baji, you have to ask to pet him, er her. ``Chifuyu went to look at you, eyebrows raised as his friend simply ignored him and continued caressing your dog.

“do they bite?” was the only response you got from the black haired boy, his eyes meeting yours briefly as his smile stood pride on his beaming face.

“I do well, I guess it's fine. Don't worry about it, Saber, he’s really friendly and loves people, so he won't bite '' you spoke as chifuyu hesitantly went to start touching his golden fur, the dim midnight lighting doing him zero justice.

Though when you were nestled in your bed with your big ol’ security guard crushing your feet to the point where they'd both turn shades of blue and purples, you could really see how vibrant and golden his fur really was.

Smiling softly as the saber excitedly sniffed baji’s hand as the latter held a smile as big as the sun and eyes creased like a young boy who just got his favorite candy.

you noted how his other hand was scratching exactly where you knew your dog was ticklish, his leg going to scratch the same spot as he let out a low chuckle.

Quietly looking at chifuyu, you saw him quite engrossed in what baji was doing as he stared at where your dog was battling baji’s hand for scratching rights.

“ You really love him, yeah?”

“Hm? Pardon?”

“You’re dog…” “Saber”

“Yep. i can see it all over your face and his body that you spoil him like a little rich kid”

You laughed at his little comment as you went to play with his floppy ears “yep/ he’s my little spoiled brat who loves food and cuddles and will absolutely die if you don't take him on a walk or two during that day”

“ sorry about earlier, baji is just very… passionate about his grades” “ oh is that so?”

“ yeah, that and he doesn't want his mom to be upset about him being held back… again” With a light squeeze to the saber's ear, you took a risk as you opened your mouth.

“Oh, so he's a mama’s boy then?” “Exactly” “Hey I'm not! “

You and Chifuyu looked at each other and hummed in agreement.

[crazymangaluv]

Mercy: Jason Todd x Reader

Warning: Some curse words & some steaminess. 

Brief Summary: Being the bright person you are, you come up with a great idea to relieve your boredom, however, you failed to consider the repercussions of your actions. You reap what you sow and now you’re at his mercy. 

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You had to admit this wasn’t your strongest idea, going up against someone like him. There you are, under the mercy of your captor, struggling to break free. Arms pinned above you, the weight of the man heavy on you. Your eyes wide, pleading.

”Please have mercy!” you cry out. 

He sneers, “You had your chance. It’s too late for mercy.”

Crap, I messed up bad. Your stomach drops, the sense of dread creeping in on you as you sense your impending doom. 

“Noooooo!”

It was a hot day at Gotham and to make things worse, you were home alone bored while you waited for your boyfriend to come home. You two had plans, Disney marathon plans, but he was late...again. You sigh. Hmm-- you tap your fingers on the table-- what to do, what to do...then it clicked. You know exactly what you want to do. You leave a note for your boyfriend and head off to begin your preparations. 

Whew, there...you wipe the sweat off your brow. You finally finished. “Thank you for your help Alfred.”

“Anytime Miss/Mister y/n. Is this all the assistance you require?”

“Yes, thank you. Hehe...hehehe….hahaha -snort- ahahahahahaha! Yes! This is perfect!” you cackle at your plan. With a sigh Alfred leaves you laughing to yourself. 

“Y/n, I’m home! Sorry for running late, Bizarro--” Jason pauses, noticing the note you left for him:

Dear Jaybirdie,

        Meet me at Wayne Manor ASAP...you owe me.

               Love,

                      Your awesome lover 

Wayne Manor? Hn...what are you up to y/n? He ponders. He then shrugs, already heading out to meet you. Soon enough he arrives at Wayne Manor, but before he could reach the door his back feels an impact. *splash*. Was that a…water balloon? He hears your trademark giggle, his head whipping around just in time to see you running off. “What the hell y/n?”

“Master Jason, these are for you.” Alfred states, appearing behind him. Jason turns back around to see Alfred holding out a bucket for him. “A message from Miss/Mister y/n, and I quote: ‘I’m leveling out the playing field. It’ll make your ass whooping more satisfying sweetheart.’” He clears his throat, handing Jason the bucket of water balloons. 

“Hmph, oh how nice of you sweetheart…” he snatches the bucket from Alfred’s gloved hand.  He dashes after you, “WE’LL SEE JUST WHOSE ASS IS GONNA GET WHOOPED! NEWS FLASH!” he rounds the corner, “IT’S YOURS!” he advances towards you. 

You look back and see him advancing on you. You give him a wicked grin before sticking your tongue out at him childishly and giggling away. He returns the grin, chucking water balloons at you, however, not a single one hit its mark. You, on the other hand, manage to land a hit right on his beautiful face. You both stop. He was dumbfounded, dazzling blue eyes wide. His expression was so funny you couldn’t help but burst out in laughter while you took off running again. Your cackle brings him back to the situation at hand. He shakes off the shock and with a newfound burst of energy he sprints after you, hot on your trail. His throws become faster and stronger, precision improving. It was getting harder for you to dodge them. 

You laugh, “Pfft, I thought you were a marksman, the marksman! What kind of marksman are you if you can’t even hit your target?!” You taunt as you nimbly dodged each of his water balloons. 

You can literally see a vein popping out on his forehead. “I was going easy on you cuz I love you but fuck that! You’re gonna get it now y/n!” 

“Oh noooo, the big bad Red Hood is after me! I’m sooo scared!” you retort back sarcastically. You were digging your own grave taunting this dangerous man, but it was worth it. The look on his face, priceless. You were kicking his ass, but alas, your winning streak wasn’t bound to last forever. 

You hear barking in the distance. Titus! Soon you see Jason’s face shift from a determined smirk to a mischievous grin. Uh oh…

“Get her/him Titus!” he shouts, pointing at your direction.

No! But before you could react, you’re tackled and knocked over by an excited Titus. “Noooo! Titus! Get off you big goofy dog!” you shield yourself from the onslaught of licks and drool. 

This time it’s Jason’s turn to laugh at you. Oh how the tables have turned. You manage to get Titus off you but Jason launches himself on top of you before you’re able to recover. He’s quick to pin you down. And there you are, hands pinned above your head by your boyfriend’s firm grip, his hard body heavy on top of you. He has one hand gripping a water balloon menacingly above you. You struggle against him, attempting to break free but he’s too strong; it didn’t help that you were already tired from all the running and dodging. 

“Please have mercy!” you cry out with pleading eyes. 

“You had your chance, it’s too late for mercy” he sneers. 

“I was just trying to help you! You just looked so hot...I thought I could help you...you know...cool off?” you weakly explain.

His eyes narrow, smugly grinning, “How nice of you y/n. Let me repay the favor, my love.”

Crap, I messed up...bad. Your stomach drops feeling a sense of dread for your incoming doom. Noooo-! *splash* You gasp, but that was just the start of it. He soaks you with the rest of his remaining ammo. 

“Oh my goodness gracious, I’ve been bamboozled!” you manage to choke out, completely drenched. 

He chuckles above you, “That's what you get for challenging the amazingly badass Red Hood!” 

Your chest is heaving from exertion as you glare up at him, still unable to break free, completely at his mercy. Your soaked shirt has become see through, revealing your chest. His eyes roam down your body, his handsome face no longer sporting the triumphant, gleeful expression he had a few seconds ago. His eyes are now darkened with lust, pupils dilated...your heart pounds wildly and your breath hitches. Your eyes flutter shut as he leans down. You could feel his hot breath fanning your anticipating lips briefly before his mouth covers yours passionately. He releases his grip on your arms, his hand is now underneath your head gripping your hair, firmly but gently. You clutch onto him with a moan, reciprocating in fervor, pulling your bodies closer together. He sucks at your bottom lip then slips his tongue into your mouth. Your tongue meets his, sliding against his as you grind yourself against him. He huskily groans in response, his other hand slipping under your shirt to explore your chest--

“Aww come on guys! Get a room!” Tim shouts in disgust, covering his eyes. 

“Nooo Damian! I’ll save you!” Dick cries out dramatically as he tackles Damian to the ground in a poor attempt to protect his innocence. 

“Get off me Grayson!” Damian demands, struggling to get his stupid brother off him. 

Both you and Jason cease your “activities”, releasing an exasperated sigh, disappointed by the interruption. You look up at him, making eye contact, and you both smirk. He helps you up, and you hand him your bucket containing the rest of your water balloons. Taking advantage of their distracted state, you both reach in, grab a balloon, and proceed to chuck them at the brothers. 

“HEY!” they shout in unison. 

Jason and you cackle evilly while the two of you proceed to pelt the boys with the water balloons. You both run away once the brothers recover as they made it their primary mission to get their revenge on the two of you. 

Jason chortles, “Suckers!” when the two of you pelt Tim and Damian on their faces. 

You also manage to land a hit on Dick’s butt, causing him to gasp dramatically. You snicker. “Sorry your ass is too big Dick! It makes such an easy target!” 

Dick gapes at you with a hand over his heart, aghast at the audacity!

Jason laughs at Dick’s expression, smirk widening at your taunting, however, you both unfortunately run out of water balloons. Uh oh. “Run y/n!” Jason grabs your hand, pulling you along with him to run for your lives. 

“Traitors! The both of you!” 

“Oy! Get back here!” 

“Todd! Y/n! You’re dead!” 

[sunjaesol]

28, 31, and 32 for Willex for the kiss prompts

KISS PROMPTS (closed) 28 + 31 +32. One person tracing the other’s lips with a fingertip until they can’t resist any longer, tilting their chin towards them for a kiss + Pulling away from a kiss, whispering words of love against each other’s lips + A kiss so passionate, so perfect - that after they part, neither person can open their eyes for a few moments afterwards

(canon)

If Willie’s afterlife wasn’t on the line, he’d be begging to be warped back to that dark room so he could cry and hyperventilate in peace. Alas, it was Willie and Alex was pretty sure he was sort of in love with the guy - crying was no option right now. Afterwards, whether there was a good or bad outcome, he’d cry. A lot.

The plan sounded easy. It did, because it was made up by Luke and Reggie (under supervision by Julie, but angels could only do so much) and their one track mind didn’t take the dozen things that could go wrong into account. 

Sneak into the HGC, challenge Caleb to a musical battle, find Willie while the diversion was happening, get out. They didn’t know how big the club truly was, they didn’t know if Willie was there, they didn’t know if he… (he couldn’t think like that) and, on top of that, they were taking a huge risk returning to the crime scene. 

That man was the Devil and he had managed to lure them right into his snake pit without breaking a sweat. It was terrifying. 

Alex wished he was like his brothers. They were scared, sure, but it didn’t cripple them to a numbing fear. His muscles were so tight, he could snap. 

Julie noticed though. As the boys were preparing their riffs, she sat beside him on the couch. She didn’t say anything, but having her there was enough. (And if she intentionally deepened her breathing, all rhythmic and soothing, she didn’t mention it and neither did he. It helped.)

“Alright, boys,” Luke called out, body kinetic and twitching with energy. “Let’s get this show on the road!”

Reggie hollered, plucking a few snares on his bass to accompany Luke’s laugh. Julie squeezed Alex’ hand and then hoisted him up when he didn’t move. 

Shooting them all a stern look, she said: “Be careful, please. Please don’t… do anything stupid.”   

“Julie-”

“Luke, please,” she pressed, nodding at the blonde. “No impulsive moves. Not right now.”

The guitarist slowly nodded, eyes flicking from the girl to the nervous drummer and then back to her. It seemed to mellow him down a bit, Alex utterly grateful she had him wrapped around her finger. 

Luke’s following words were hollow in his head, echoing in and out as his chest clenched and twisted up in a splintering knot. He knew he should be focusing, knew it would do him good hearing the plan again, to have it fresh in his mind, but he simply couldn’t. 

He just wanted Willie back. He promised he’d follow him and he wasn’t ready for the intense guilt if he couldn’t fulfil that. 

“Okay,” Alex interrupted his friend’s spiel. “Let’s do it.”

Luke’s brows raised in surprise and nodded, Reggie holding out his hands for them to hold. Julie took a step back and pressed a brave smile on her face. If he had any space in his mind to check in on her, he would. 

The bassist bid her a cheery goodbye - always the best one at faking confidence - and then they poofed out. 

Reappearing in front of the club, they took a collective breath. Because they were previously affected by Caleb, its lingering powers gave them the skill to still teleport to the hidden location. It was a loophole, something he hoped would save their asses again and again, for as long as they were on earth. 

Their entire afterlife existence was one fucking loophole. (Stop stressing about it! Focus on Willie!)

(He could really scream in a museum right now.) 

“Reg and I are gonna sneak in, cause a riot-”

“Hell yeah.”

“-and play like motherfucking rockstars,” Luke continued, gaze pointedly fixed on Alex. “You can do it, Alex. You know him better than anyone, you’re gonna know where he is.”

“Yeah, bud,” added Reggie. “Just follow the scent of your sweet, sweet boy. Or skid marks. Whatever. Or-”

He raised his hand. “Yeah, okay,” a shuddering breath paused his words, “thanks, Reg.”

Everything went really fast and agonisingly slow at once. His heart quickened its pace with each passing second, to the point where he wasn’t sure he’d make it back out. His friends ran inside and started kicking down chairs and tables, interrupting the performance of the menacing Caleb.  

Meanwhile, Alex slipped by on the periphery of the club, skittish eyes trying to find doors and hallways and stairs - anywhere that wasn’t meant for the public. It felt like someone was chasing him, like Caleb was already going after him when the electrifying riffs of Luke were clearly audible and piercing through intrusive thoughts. 

Focus. Focus on Willie. Save Willie. 

Doors slammed open and close, all devoid of people or ghosts. Some rooms caused a chill down his spine at the sight of utter darkness, reminded of the twenty-five years he had hopelessly cried. 

Running up and down stairs, turning corners in winding hallways, endless and long and messy. He had no clue how he should go back, if he was cornering himself.

Alex froze. Was he falling into a trap? Had this been Caleb’s plan all along? Oh, God. He should go back. He should find his way back to daylight, not look back and move on. This was too much, too much for a seventeen year old to handle. He couldn’t… 

Frustration poured from his throat into an angry shout. No! He should do this! If Willie risked everything, if Willie got buses to disappear into the desert, if Willie tried protecting him over and over again-

Alex screamed again. Louder and louder and louder. 

And then he heard it. Faint. 

“Alex?”

His breath hitched in his throat. No way. No fucking way. Cautiously, his feet followed the sound of the voice. It sounded like the skater, but he couldn’t be completely sure until he saw his face. Who knew what other tricks Caleb had up his sleeve? 

He gulped. “Willie?”

“Alex!”

It came from another hallway, echoing and warped. Right as he was about to turn the corner, sensing a presence, his voice called out. 

“Wait! You can’t… you can’t look at me. If you do, I won’t be able to escape.”

Confusion riddled his thoughts. “The hell?”

Willie sighed. “It’s- Caleb put a curse on me. No one is allowed to look at me.” The voice came closer. Still warped, like it was disembodied. “You have to trust that I’m following you.”

“I don’t know my way back,” Alex cried out. 

“I’ll help, Hotdog,” he said, the blonde imagining that signature crooked smile pulling on his lips. “Turn around and don’t look back at me. I’ll be there.”

Oh, man. This was a horrible time to start trusting his gut. But if a spontaneous solo yelling match got him to find Willie, then he should try this too. Spinning on his heels, he waited ‘til he felt something, anything, to indicate he was there. It didn’t happen. Unsure if he should call out for him, he started the trek. 

The closer he came back to his starting point, the more he noticed how the music was dying out. No guitar or bass that shredded through walls, no jazzy scatting that overpowered it. There was noise, but no distinct sound could be picked out. It felt like a haunted house. 

All the while, Willie nudged him around the right corners and up the right stairs. Wordlessly, that was. Somehow, he could feel it. Felt his guidance, as if a thin thread looped around him tugged him forward. (Or maybe, he just had a lot of practising chasing him around that it was like muscle memory.) 

After a few minutes, his surroundings became familiar. The air became thicker, the lights brighter. He still didn’t feel anyone behind him. From the corner of his eye did he see Luke and Reggie sprinting out the club. Correction: the demolished club. They really weren’t playing when they said they’d cause a riot. Fucking hooligans. 

Running for the door, he didn’t think about Caleb capturing them or Willie’s lack of body or anything. All he wanted to do was hold Willie again. Hug him. Kiss him. 

The drummer jumped over the threshold into broad daylight, Luke and Reggie hollering in victory when he did. Alex was stiff though, waiting. Anticipating. Did he follow? Was he still there? 

“I don’t know what’s going to happen if I leave without his permission, Alex,” Willie suddenly croaked out. 

His eyes screwed tight, clenching his fists and jaw and holding his ground. “We’ll figure it out, Willie,” he spit. “Please.”

All of a sudden, the boy crashed into his back with a blasting force, nearly teetering them to the ground. Warm arms wrapped around him, fingers curling into the strap of his fanny pack and twisting his body. 

And there he was, with gleaming eyes and a beautiful smile: Willie. 

Alex scrambled back on his feet and lurched forward, snatching him into a tight embrace. Tears burst up at the feel of his skin and dark locks and- and he was here. He was safe.    

“What happened?” he whispered. “What did he do?”

“Put me in a harder curse to crack,” he mumbled, “but I knew you could do it, Hotdog.”

He laughed, the sound wet and choked, and gripped onto his shoulders. Pulling away, he still couldn’t believe he was here. His hands wandered to his face, unable to keep himself from tracing his forehead and jaw to make sure that he was here. To make sure his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him. Willie let him; a fond smile blooming. 

And when his nail went past his bottom lip, he stopped thinking entirely. 

Alex tilted his chin and as Willie’s smile grew, softly kissed him on the lips. He’s never kissed anyone before, but this seemed right. Willie was right. And man, did it feel good. 

Afraid of the overwhelming sensation - of the warmth and the lightness in his head and the beat of his heart that stuttered but in a good way - he pulled away, fingers still around his chin and noses brushing.  

An elated puff mingled with Willie’s breath. “Should I have told you first that I like you? Oh, shit. Should I have asked?”  

The boys behind him whooped and whistled. When he turned and told them to fuck off, they actually listened for once. Luke disappeared in a snap, Reggie following suit right after with a suggestive smirk and wink. Idiot. 

Hands snaked around his neck and swivelled him back to Willie’s grinning face. Before he could react, Willie pulled him down to his level and captured him into a searing kiss. His body moved on its own accord, coaxing them closer and deepening the kiss and allowing that avalanche of emotions to crash into him. These feelings were good. They weren’t supposed to scare him; this was good. Willie was good.     

Fuck it, he was perfect. 

It left him breathless and speechless, lips puckered in a daze and unable to open his eyes once Willie lessened his hold. Their foreheads pressed together instead, an enamoured smile twitching to explode in that goofy way he always mocked Luke for.  

“I like you too, Alex,” he whispered. “A lot.”

He opened his eyes and was met with his bright smile, his own slowly cracking open. Green peered into brown. He could stand here forever, but he knew the boys and Julie were waiting, knew Caleb was on the prowl somewhere. 

Their hands laced together. It didn’t take a lot for Alex to confidently smile at him. Right now, no anxiety could ruin his mood. Willie was here. Willie was safe. Willie liked him - a lot. 

“C’mon,” he said, “I wanna introduce you to someone.”

[uwuwriting]

Our boys Tamaki, Shouto and Bakugou finding their s/o badly hurt and unconscious after a really hard fight and thinking that their dead? Angst to fluffy stuff pls💛💛💛

First of all, ouch. Secondly, I dig it ‘cause I’m a sucker for heartbreaks. So here is my attempt dear anon. Love ya. 💖💖💖

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Amajiki Tamaki

-It all happened in a flash.

-One minute Tamaki was fighting one of the remaining villains and the next he was being shoved to the side by you.

-Before his very eyes he saw you being grabbed by the villain and smashed onto a nearby building.

-He watched your body hit the pavement and remain there, laying on the cold concrete. 

-Tamaki went into a frenzy.

-He was ready to obliterate the villains.

-Once the fight was over he knelt next to your body.

- “B-Bunny?”

-He would gently shake your shoulder before scooping you up and placing you on his lap.

-Cradling your head he begged you to open your eyes, flutter your eyelids anything.

-Any sign that you weren’t gone, that you didn’t leave him would be more than enough.

-Tears rolled down his cheeks as he gently stroked your cheek, pushing strands of hair that stuck to your forehead out of the way.

- “Please bunny, open your eyes, j-j-just p-please open them.”

-He wants to scream, to take the villains and turn them into dust.

-Fatgum doesn’t know what to do, what to say.

-He had never lost someone he loved so much.

-Tamaki lowers his head, making your foreheads touch as he cries, still holding on to you.

-And then he feels it.

-The slightest gust of air hitting his nose.

-Hastily he searches for a pulse, cursing himself for not looking for one earlier.

-And it’s there.

-It’s faint, but still visible.

-You aren’t gone, he still has you.

-He carries you all the ride to the hospital not letting anyone even lay a finger at you.

-He spends five restless nights in the hospital, holding your hand every second of the day, until you open your eyes.

-And Tamaki feels himself breathe again.

Todoroki Shouto

-Everything hurt.

-His right side is covered in ice, frostbites already having formed up to his neck.

-His left side wasn’t doing any better, the flames being nothing but a few sparks by now.

-Everything screamed at him to stop, the villain was down, he could rest.

-But you weren’t there.

-The moment the villain fell unconscious he turned to hug you but you weren’t behind him.

-He looked and looked but couldn’t find you.

-Alas he heard small cries coming form under a big bolder.

-He saw blood coming from underneath it but he tried to block the thoughts out.

-Calling the rescue team over they raised the bolder revealing a bloody you cover a crying child.

-Your arms gave out completely the moment the rescue team took the child from under you.

-Shouto scooped you up and made a mad sprint for the ambulance.

-Your eyes were barely open and Shouto knew that you would fall unconscious any minute now.

- “Come on love, keep your eyes on me. On me love, please. Don’t close your eyes. Y/N!!”

-The paramedics had to tear him from your unresponsive body.

-He started yelling at them to let him in, that he had to see you to be with you, no matter what.

-His previous exhaustion and pain were long forgotten and replaced by despair and undying rage.

-He couldn’t imagine a life without you, a life were he had to go through all of this without you.

-It wasn’t a life worth living.

-At the hospital, much like Tamaki, he didn’t leave your side.

-He didn’t eat, sleep hell he barely went to the bathroom.

-He was the first person you saw once you woke up and Shouto couldn’t control his tears the moment your gaze met his.

-He apologized over and over, promising that he would never again let anyone touch you.

-You were his everything and he wasn’t ready to lose you.

Bakugou Katsuki

-King explosion murder had beaten the villain into a plump the second he saw you getting slammed into the concrete by one of his punches.

-The fool had even taunted him about his little girl/boyfriend dying and him doing nothing about it.

-The villain made it seem like Katsuki didn’t care enough to try and save you.

-And Katsuki was PISSED.

-He didn’t hold back and nearly killed the villain.

-His adrenaline was skyrocketing but everything darkened the moment he saw you.

-Your body was bruised and bloodied, while one of your arms was twisted in a way it wasn’t supposed to.

-He saw your agency’s medical team put you in a stretcher and carry you towards an ambulance. 

-He couldn’t tell if you were breathing, your eyes were closed and you seemed so...lifeless.

-Katsuki hadn’t even noticed his own medics approach him and jumped the moment they touched him.

-Without a second thought he sprinted to your side, screaming at you to open your eyes.

- “Come on dumbass open them! Y/n, Y/n sweet cheeks don’t do this to me please...”

-Surprisingly, you mustered all the strength you had left and brought your hand to meet his cheek, causing him to whirl up and look at you wide eyed.

-During your entire stay at the hospital he brought you home cooked meals, saying that hospital food only satisfied old ugly hags and their tasteless asses and he insisted on staying past visitor hours.

-He even threatened to blow up the doctor if he asked him to leave one more time.

-He almost lost you he can’t afford to lose sight of you even for a second.

[anightflower]

Queen of the Underworld; A Mandalorian Fanfic

PROLOGUE 

Din Djarin x Reader

Warnings: Violence, injury, mentions of rape

Your breath heaved through your chest as you forced your body to move faster. You gritted your teeth as you jumped over a log, biting back a pained animalistic sound. You should have been more careful, you shouldn’t have gone to the bar, you should’ve left as soon as the Mandalorian’s beskar caught your eye. Maybe, just maybe, then you wouldn’t be limping through the woods away from the man that was sent to hunt you down. 

You had caused a good distraction as soon as his helmet landed on you. You knew there was a bounty on you, you had been in hiding for over a year now, believing that every second could be your last. Yet, recently you had gotten cocky, so you decided to grab a drink. 

Turns out the Underworld is still looking for you. But now instead of the hookies who you knew how to avoid, he had sent a Mandalorian. 

You quickly looked away and gestured to the bartender. “Martini, give it an extra kick.” The man gave you a quick nod as the Mandalorian sat next to you. 

“You’re a hard woman to find.” His modulated voice hummed to you. You felt a shiver go down your spine. How many times had you heard that voice, once he used to follow your every command. Oh how the times had changed.

“There’s a reason for that Mandalorian, much like there’s a reason you don’t take your mask off.” You purred, trying to keep the fear out of your voice. “Tell me, how did you find me?” You eyes meeting his visor with an unwavering glance.

“There are some very powerful people that put a good price on your head, care to tell me why?” He asked and damn did that voice sound dangerous. 

“Oh my dear Mandalorian, that is something you will have to learn.” You teased, as the bartender handed you your drink. “Lye, this man right here is paying for my drink.” You said with a smile, grabbing your martini glass and standing up. 

The Mandalorian grabbed your other wrist as you got up, causing you to drop your drink and reach for the blaster you kept on your thigh. He was quick though, he grabbed his blaster as well and pointed it at you. “I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold. Your choice.” 

“Such a sensual voice for such foul threats.” You tsked, leaning closer to his helmet, you smiled. “Send my regards to the Underworld.” You whispered sweetly and shot at your spilt drink, causing flames to burst, making the Mandalorian drop your wrist and jump back. 

The other bar goers screamed as your fire set off the  bar’s alarms and sprinklers. You sprinted out with the pushing patrons rushing towards the exit disappearing into the crowd to lose the Mandalorian. You pushed into one crowd to the next, joining a large band of tourists, hiding yourself amongst them as the Mandalorian raced out of the cantina, looking to and fro to try and spot your figure. 

When you were sure you had lost sight of him, you slipped out of the group and headed towards the path that led you to your ship, it was a long walk away, but that was what you had to sacrifice to not be caught. 

You picked up your pace wanting to get to your ship before the sun set. Why did you have to get a drink (Y/N)?” you chastised yourself. “You could have just gotten supplies, gotten to your ship, and gone into the wind, but no, you had to try and do a mundane thing to make you happy. You’re so naive.” You mumbled to yourself, pushing branches out of your way. 

“I forgot you liked to talk to yourself,” a familiar voice mused. Your heart dropped at the sound of that voice, you turned around, hand on your blaster. 

“Kargan, it's been a while, how have you been?” You said, forcing a false cheerfulness to your voice. 

“Your husband misses you.” Kargan said, a sickening smile on his face. “He’s very hurt over your sudden disappearance. Many of us are.” His bright purple eyes were filled with unbridled rage as he took a step forward towards you. 

“Tell me, are the burns still healing? I had hoped they had killed him, but alas, beggars can’t be choosers.” You shrugged. 

“You’re going to pay for your insolence to the Underworld. Your husband has so many plans for you-” Kargan purred taking a step towards you. You took a step back as two twi’leks joined him, both of them looking ready to eat you alive. 

“Aw Kargan, can’t we play with her before bringing her back? Sian did say as long as we brought her in one piece” One of the twi’leks cooed, his eyes filled with a lust that made your stomach roil. 

You let out a fierce growl. “Come any closer and I’ll shoot.” You raised your blaster at them in promise. 

“There’s three of us and one of you, looks like the odds aren’t in your favor, poppet.” The same Twi’lek laughed. His laughing was cut off by a blast to his face. The man fell to the ground motionless. 

You looked at your blaster shocked, you hadn’t fired anything- 

Silver caught the corner of your eye again as Kargan and his goon took cover. You immediately began to run towards the direction of your ship again while they were all distracted but only made it about 20 feet before a shot hit your leg. You let out a pained scream and collapsed, crawling behind a tree to take cover. 

You held your blaster tightly to your chest as you listened to Kargan’s gang and the Mandalorian shoot back and forth at each other. You heard a cry, as one of them was hit. Knowing you had to get moving, you ripped a piece of your shirt off and tied it around your injured calf, biting your lip to keep a scream of pain in. 

You didn’t realize how silent the woods had become until you were done wrapping your injury. You slowly leaned around the tree and looked for any of your attackers. Both of the Twi’leks were dead, Kargan was gone, and the Mandalorian- 

Was looking right at you. You could feel his eyes burn into you through his visor, without a second thought you took off running. 

“Dank ferrik!” You heard him cry out behind you before his footsteps picked up. 

You had to get to your ship, this man wanted to bring you in- he was no better than Kargan.

“Please, just keep going, we’re almost there.” You muttered painfully to your injured leg. You could hear the Mandalorian catching up to you, his footsteps getting closer and closer. 

You cried out as his whipcord wrapped around your good leg and brought you down, causing you to drop your blaster as you put your hands out to brace yourself. 

You scurried to get up as the Mandalorian approached you. “Stop.” He ordered sternly. 

You ignored him, reaching for your gun as he kicked it away from you. He grabbed your flailing arms and forced you to look at him. “Stop, you’re only going to make your injury worse.” 

“Oh and I am supposed to suddenly listen to you when you had planned to kill me not even 20 minutes ago?” You snapped trying to rip your hand out of his steel grip. 

“No, you’re supposed to listen to the man who wants to help you, who you once trusted.” He argued. 

You scoffed. “How in the hell am I supposed to trust you? Do you really think I am that naive?” 

You heard the Mandalorian sigh as he reached down to untangle his whipcord from your leg. “I swear on my creed that you are safe with me and I will not harm you.”

You paused at that, looking into the visor that was now at your level. You knew how much he valued his creed, but things had changed since those years, did he really still follow it with his life?

After a few moments of consideration you nodded. “Fine, just get me back to my ship and I will be fine from there.” 

“Your ship is destroyed. Kargan and his men got to it before you did. He also posted more men around the area to track you down in case you got away.” The Mandalorian explained as he unwrapped and observed your injury. ““We need to get back to my ship before any of Kargan’s other men see you.” He explained. “Quickly.” He added, his visor still focused on your injury as he offered you a hand. 

You took it without hesitation, your mind so focused on the loss of your ship, that you had barely comprehended his last couple of words to you. Your ship had been your home and refuge for the past year, the one place you felt safe and now everything, the few items you had, the life you had made on the run, was gone. In the blink of an eye.

You were brought back to the present as pain shot through your leg and you stumbled. The Mandalorian caught you, but you pushed away from him, forcing yourself to stand on your injured leg. “I’m sorry, your ship? How do I know you won’t just put me and carbonite and call it a day? Your creed be damned.” 

“Listen, you can either come with me to my ship, where I promise I will help you, or you can stay out here and get an infection- and that’s if Kargan’s men don’t find you first.” The Mandalarian said, annoyance coating his voice. 

You hated how he was right, but you took a step forward towards him. “Fine, but any sign of funny business and I am shooting you with my blaster.” You threatened, looking around for said blaster. 

Mando cleared his throat and held it out to you, a peace offering. You took it and looked at him. 

“You can’t run on that leg, we’re going to have to jet back to my ship.” He said. 

“Absolutely not. I can run just fine, I even gave you a run for your money-” You argued turning away from him and nearly stumbling again. 

He rushed to catch you and scooped you up. “Sure you can.” He said as he shot into the sky. 

You suppressed a scream and closed your eyes. Mando remained silent, but you could have swore you felt him smirking underneath the helmet. Bastard.

You didn't open your eyes until you felt you had landed. Mando carried you up into the ship, his steps echoing off the small ramp. He placed you on a little pull out table and unwrapped your leg again. 

“Stay here.” He said as he closed the ramp and got medical supplies. Your heart pounded as you realized you were closed in with him. Your heart pounding as watched him walk around.

“I swore on my creed that you are safe and I meant it, whether or not that means anything to you is not my problem, but I can hear your heartbeat over here.” His voice said, breaking your tense silence. 

You remained silent, unsure of what to say.

“I never thought I would see you again.” He continued, his voice calm. “I should have recognized your face as soon as you, Queen of the Underworld.”

“Don’t call me that. I don’t run with them anymore.” You snapped. 

“I’ve heard.” He said. 

Tense silence fell one again, broken only by Mando shuffling through his supplies. He made his way back to you and gently unwrapped your wound. You resisted shivering as they ghosted over your skin. 

“This is going to sting a bit.” He said gruffly, grabbing the bactaspray and applying it to your leg. You bit your lip to keep from whimpering and closed your eyes, forcing yourself to breathe through the pain. 

Your eyes shot open when you heard a tiny coo. 

Mando sighed. “Kid, I told you to stay inside your crib until I came and got you.”

You looked down at the tiny child at your feet and suppressed a small squeal. Its green ears were probably ⅓ the size of its body and eyes nearly ten times the size of its little nose. The creature cooed at you curiously, causing you, despite the horrific situation you were in, to smile at it gently. 

“Hello little one.” You whispered. The kid gave you a toothy grin. “I didn’t realize you had a kid.” 

“It’s a long story.” Mando said curtly, scooping up the child and making his way to the ladder that led to the cockpit. “You should get some rest, there’s a bed behind that panel, just press the button to the right of it.”

Before he could completely disappear up the ladder, you stopped him. “Why are you helping me?” You blurted out. “What is your price for this? Nothing is for free, I know that better than anyone.”

There was a long pause of silence between the two of you. “Because you’re not the first bounty I’ve been lied to about.” Mando said, his voice caring a lighter tone to it as he looked at the kid. Its big black eyes lit up and it let out a loving coo at him. He didn’t say what he really wanted to. And because I could never hand you back over to that bastard again.

A slow smile came across your face. “Looks like you and I are one in the same little one.” You said gently, the child smiled at you and you giggled before he and Mando disappeared into the cockpit.

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Twin Moons (Final Rose AU)

Note: This is in the Blake x Weiss AU.

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“Come inside,” Weiss shouted. “It’s time for lunch.”

Luna and Selene leaned out of the tree they were in. “But we want to climb some more.”

“I told you, it’s lunch time. The tree will still be there after lunch.” Weiss frowned. “And you really need to tell me or your mommy if you’re going to climb that high.”

“We are proud cat Faunus.” Luna struck a pose. “There’s no way we’d fall out of a tree.”

“Yeah. Even if we did fall, we’d totally land on our feet,” Selene added.

“I’d believe you more if I hadn’t had to kiss your knee better last week,” Weiss replied.

“That was different,” Selene insisted. “I totally broke my knee. I was lucky I didn't have to get it amputated.”

“Really? Fraise and Satin were visiting, and I remember Fraise saying that all you did was skin your knee a little. Are you saying she was wrong?”

Selene’s eye twitched. “Well...”

“Because you do know that Fraise can tell what’s going on with your knee down to a sub-atomic level. She couldn’t possibly miss something like a broken knee.”

“I guess...” Selene conceded. “But maybe I just healed super fast.”

“Selene,” Weiss said. “You are not Victoria. She could heal from a broken knee before anyone even noticed something was wrong. You, however, cannot.” Her eyes narrowed. “Now, are you two going to get out of that tree?”

“Okay, we’re getting out of the tree,” Luna said after a quick glance at Selene for confirmation. “But can you catch us with your Glyphs?”

“I suppose I can,” Weiss said. “But it shouldn’t be too much longer before you two can start using Glyphs of your own.”

“Yay!”

Weiss gestured, and several glowing Glyphs formed below the tree. “All right, you two. Down you get.”

Luna and Selene cheerfully threw themselves out of the tree. Before they could hit the ground, they slowed to a stop and were then gently deposited on the snow.

“What’s for lunch?” Luna asked, doing her best to surreptitiously make a snowball. Alas, a glance from Weiss convinced her to put it down.

“Yun-style tuna. Freshly caught.”

Luna broke into a sprint with Selene right on her heels. “Why didn’t you say so earlier, mom!”

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Weiss had not been a particularly good cook when she and Blake had gotten married. She’d been more of an ‘order in’ person. However, she had decided to focus on it a bit more after seeing how happy Blake was whenever she cooked anything. Admittedly, she was very busy running Checkmate Dust Company, but she still enjoyed cooking for her family when she got the chance.

Watching the twins basically inhale the tuna brought an amused smile to her face.

She’d have to thank Averia the next time she saw her. Averia was an excellent cook. It would have been easy to attribute that to Saviour bullshit. However, even without her Semblance, Averia had a basically perfect memory, a scrupulous eye for detail, and a knack for incredibly rapid iteration. With Diana having a basically bottomless stomach as a kid, Averia had ended up either learning or observing countless dishes being made.

The Yun-style tuna was typical of dishes from that clan. It was rich, flavourful, and depending on how you liked it, hot enough to make you feel like a dragon. It was also extremely delicious, and the fact that they could get freshly-caught tuna whenever they wanted only made it better. Yep. Living in Arendelle had its perks, as did being related to the ruling queen.

“This is so good,” Luna said, pausing long enough to breathe. “Can you make it every day?”

“You might get sick of it then.”

“No, we won’t.” Selene looked as though she might actually cry from joy, an expression that she had most certainly inherited from Blake. She frowned. “Wait... is this all of the tuna? Because we should save some for mommy.”

“It’s fine. I set some aside for her and me earlier. You two can eat what’s here.”

“Awesome.” Luna returned to devouring her portion. “After lunch, can we go visit the palace?”

“Hmm...” Weiss pretended to think the matter over. “I suppose we could. I do have some things to discuss with your aunts, so you can play with your cousins while we’re there.”

“Can we take Princess to the palace? Or is her leg still hurt?”

Weiss smiled. “Her leg is all better now. When you and your sister are both grown up, it might be hard for her to carry all three of us. But she can definitely managed while you’re both still small.”

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Author’s Notes

Still no planning involved. The title is a pun based on the names of the twins.

In this AU, Blake and Weiss live in Arendelle. They don’t live in the palace - they want their own space - but in a manor in a nice, suburban part of the capital. The twins are both cat Faunus who will have Weiss’s Semblance. You’ll notice, though, that Luna is Weiss’s kid in this AU and not Ruby’s. It’s kind of like how Averia is always Lightning’s kid, regardless of whom she marries.

Princess is a white chocobo. Due to the wintry conditions that often dominate in Arendelle, white chocobos are very popular. They can run across snow without getting bogged in it, and they can traverse even the most rugged and mountainous terrain with ease and can withstand blizzards and bitterly cold weather. Although they don’t have the raw strength or size of a golden or red-and-black chocobo, they have excellent speed and endurance. They don’t naturally possess the ability to run on water like some other chocobos, but they can learn from a chocobo who knows how.