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pumpkichia · 1 year ago

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The Kerberos Mission

---Kerberos: Moon of Pluto---

Three astronauts gather on the moon orbiting Pluto, "Kerberos", trying to wrap up the expedition they were sent on.

"Easy son, this ice is delicate." Samuel Holt states, examining the piece of ice being ejected by a machine. They have drilled a hole in the satellite's surface, extracting samples to analyze and bring back to their home planet, Earth.

"Amazing. Isn't this exciting Shiro?" Matthew Holt asks. The kid Matthew Holt had just barely became a member of the Galaxy Garrison, a military regiment tasked with obtaining knowledge of space. His father Samuel Holt has been on a couple missions in the past, but this is the furthest they've ever traveled.

"You guys get a little more excited about ice samples than I do." Shiro laughs, holding the retractor. Takashi Shirogane, also known as Shiro, is a junior office at the Galaxy Garrison.

"This is history in the making. Not only have we traveled farther than any human ever has, but this ice could hold microscopic clues about the existence of life outside Earth." says Samuel Holt.

"Think of it, Dad. We could use those clues to become the first people to meet aliens." Matt says, excitingly.

"My life's work would be complete." Samuel Holt states. Just as they finish ejecting the final ice sample, rumbling is heard from behind the three astronauts.

"What is that? Seismic activity?" Samuel Holt questions.

"We should get back to the ship." exclaims Shiro. Over the horizon of Kerberos, the three see what looks like an alien ship.

"What is that?" Samuel Holt yells. The front of the massive ship can now be seen. It's intimidating nature would make it so that anyone would be in shock at just the size of the ship.

"Run! Come on, run!" Shiro yells, ushering the two astronauts to sprint. A bright purple light gleams from the massive alien ship, wrecking what major progress they have made on Pluto's moon. Screams of the astronauts can be heard as the light seemed to capture them and hurdle them upwards towards the inside of the ship.

---Shiro's POV---

"Emperor Zarkon," I heard a muffled voice state. "we were scouting System X-9-Y as ordered when we found these primitive scientists." My head was still pounding from the impact, but I managed to open my eyes to see that I was someplace other than the moon Kerberos.

"I don't think they know anything useful." says an unknown creature standing in front of me. He was facing what seemed to be a screen with another unknown being projected onto it.

"Take them back to the main fleet for interrogation." Says the projected being. I turn to face my comrades, but they still seem to be unconscious.

"The druids will find out what they know." I could only think to try to reason with them.

"Please, we come from a peaceful planet! We mean you no harm! We're unarmed!" I shout. Just then I feel a sharp pain hit my back as I lunge forward. I go unconscious. As I fade in and out of consciousness, I can see myself being dragged down a corridor of sorts. One of my comrades, Matthew I believe, was being forced to walk alongside a tall robot-like being. I can see what looks like prisoners peeking from beyond their enclosures.

"Look, they brought in another one." "Who is it?" "Over there. It's another one." I can hear the prisoners whispering. As I am being dragged, I look around to see where exactly I am. Just then I look out a passing window and see what looks like a whole prison complex with multiple floors. No way this shit is actually happening, right?

---Earth- five days later…---

---Alex's POV---

"I got it fixed, try starting the engine!" I say, signaling the "ok" to the pilot.

"Running nice and smoothly!" The pilot yells back. "I'm gonna take it for a test drive." I nod, backing away from the ship. I was one of the only engineers in our class that was actually able to work on ships without careful monitoring from the commander.

"Alex!" yells Keith, running in through the doors with a panicked look on his face. The engineering department of the Galaxy Garrison is in a big garage outside of the main corridor.

"Keith? What's wrong?" I asked, concerned. What was Keith doing here? Shouldn't he be in class?

"So you haven't heard yet?" Keith asks, slightly out of breath. "Heard what?" I question. Whatever it is it can't be that bad, right?

"It's Shiro… The Garrison said they failed the mission. They wouldn't tell me if he died or what but-" Keith stumbled across his words. "No." I reply. "NO. That isn't possible." Shiro is one of the best astro explorers known to man. He was top of his class, one of the youngest to make junior officer, there's just no way something happened.

"I know.. Whatever happened, we'll get to the bottom of it." Keith says "I can break into the Admiral's office and check her computer-"

"No." I respond "You're this close to being kicked out of the program, I don't want you to risk it. Just leave it to me."

"Well, what are you gonna do" he asks. "I don't know yet." I say, looking at the ship I just repaired as it flies overhead.

---One Year Later…---

"Galaxy Garrison flight log 5-11-14. Begin descent to Kerberos for rescue mission." Says Lance McClain, a cadet of the Galaxy Garrison. They were on a training mission to rescue a Lunar Vessel from the planet Kerberos. Lance's dark brown eyes focus on the monitor ahead of him.

Hunk groans "Lance, can you keep this thing straight?" Tsuyoshi "Hunk" Garret is an engineering cadet for the Galaxy Garrison.

"Relax, Hunk, I'm just getting a feel for the stick. I mean, it's not like I did this!" Lance aims the steering wheel upward, making the entire ship unsteady. "Or this!" Lance exclaims, aiming the steering wheel to the left. Hunk groans from his motion sickness.

"Okay, unless you want to wipe puke out of all the little nooks and crannies in this thing, you'd better knock it off, man!" Hunk yells, sweat gathering on his orange bandana.

"We've picked up a distress beacon!" alerted Pidge Gunderson, a communications cadet. She is one of the youngest in her class, at only 17 years old.

"All right, look alive, team! Pidge, track coordinates." Lance states as he starts their descent on Pluto's moon a little harshly. Lance smirks, knowing he'll get backlash from his engineering companion.

"Knock it off, Lance! Please!" Hunk exclaims wearily. You can hear a computer beeping in the background, signaling an error message. Even with a hydraulic stabilizer built into the ship, the ship starts rumbling tremendously.

"Oh, no" Hunk says, sickly. "Oh, no. Fix now, puke later." Lance says dryly.

"I lost contact. The shaking is interfering with our sensors." Pidge states, trying to fix the error messages.

"Come on, Hunk!" Lance turns to face Hunk. "It's not responding." Hunk moans and gets up to fix the sensors.

"Oh, never mind, fellas. Thar she blows." Lance states as he sees the location pop up. "Preparing for approach on visual."

"I don't think that's advisable with our current mechanical and-" Pidge pauses as Hunk throws up into their engineering box. "-gastrointestinal issues…"

"Agreed." says Hunk, hurrying back to his seat.

"Stop worrying, this baby can take it. Can't ya champ?" Lance smirks. "Pidge, hail down to them and let them know their ride is here." As Pidge stands up to broadcast their message, the entire ship rumbles, causing Pidge to fall flat on her face. Her glasses fall off the bridge of her nose.

"Pidge, what are you doing? Buckle your belt. And Hunk, stop that shaking!" Lance says.

"Attention Lunar Vessel, this is Galaxy Garrison Rescue Craft One Victor Six Three Tango. Coming in for landing and extraction-" Pidge states. "-against crew recommendations." she mutters under her breath.

"No time for your mutinous comments now. They're going under and we're going in." Lance smirks, lowering the ship.

"Watch out for that overhang!" Pidge yells, clutching to her seat. Her light brown eyes wide with terror.

"No worries. My first year in flight school, they called me "The Taylor" because of how I thread the needle." Lance laughs, trying to fly the ship through an opening. Unfortunately, Lance ended up crashing into the overhang, losing a wing in the process. "Oh, man." Lance sighs.

The ship's monitor displays a failure message as the three cadets exit the simulated ship.

"Nice work, Taylor" Pidge says with an angry expression on her face.

"Roll out, donkeys. Well, let's see if we can't use this complete failure as a lesson for the rest of you students." States the Commander of the Garrison Regiment. "Shit, if you guys are gonna be this bad individually, at least quit arguing and be able to work in a team! Galaxy Garrison exists to turn cadets like you into the next generation of elite astro explorers. But these kind of mental mistakes are exactly what cost the lives of the men on the Kerberos Mission."

The commander turns towards Lance. "I hope I don't need to remind you that the only reason you're here is that the best pilot in your class had a discipline issue and flunked out. Don't follow in his footsteps."

---Later that Night---

"Lights out in five! Everyone back to their dorms, now." says the commander, parading down the hallway.

"We shouldn't be doing this." Says Hunk, sneaking around the corner. His caramel eyes shifty from nervousness.

"You heard Commander Iverson. We need to bond as a team." Lance smirks, peeking out to see if he has a shot at sneaking through the hallway. "We're going to grab Pidge, hit the town, loosen up, meet some nice girls, maybe-" Lance gets interrupted by the lights getting shut off.

"I'm just saying this here, right now, on the record. This is a bad idea." Hunk says as Lance glares at him. Lance dashes down the hallway without getting seen and Hunk follows swiftly behind him.

"You know, for someone in a space exploration program, you don't have much of a sense of adventure." Lance scoffs.

"All of your little adventures end up with me in the commander's office." Hunk states. Lance peeks through a window to make sure no one was paying attention to him and Hunk running away. They swiftly crawl under the window, but right as they were about to turn the corner, they see Pidge exit her room.

"Where is she going?" asks Lance. The two cadets follow Pidge up to the rooftop of the building, where Pidge had set up a bunch of electronics around her.

"You come up here to rock out?" Lance whispers, lifting up Pidge's headphones. Pidge gasps and turns around to see that her two team members had followed her up to the rooftop.

"Oh, Lance, Hunk. No, um, just looking at the stars." She says, trying to block their view of her computers.

"Where'd you get this stuff? It doesn't look like Garrison tech." Lance says.

"I built it." Pidge says smugly. "With this thing, I can scan all the way to the edge of the solar system."

"That right? All the way to Kerberos?" Lance asks. Pidge gives him a loud sigh. "You go ballistic every time the instructors bring it up. What's your deal? " At this point Pidge looks as if she's holding something back.

"Look, Pidge, if we're gonna bond as a team, we can't have any secrets." Lance scowls.

"Fine. The world as you know it is about to change." Pidge says mysteriously. "The Kerberos Mission wasn't lost because of some malfunction or crew mistake. So, I've been scanning the system and picking up alien radio chatter."

"Whoa. What? Aliens?" Hunk asks. "Okay. So you're insane. Got it." Lance says mockingly, crossing his arms.

Pidge frowns. "I'm serious. They keep repeating one word, "Voltron." And tonight, it's going crazier than I've ever heard it." Pidge picks up and points to her notepad with the word "Voltron" written on it.

"How crazy?" Lance asks. But before Pidge could give an explanation, the emergency alarms start ringing.

The PA system blares. "Attention, students. This is not a drill. We are on lockdown! Security situation Zulu Niner. Repeat: all students are to remain in barracks until further notice."

"What's going on?" Hunk asks concerningly. "Is that a meteor?" Hunk points to the speck of light in the sky. It seemed to be on fire, heading not far from the Galaxy Garrison Headquarters.

Pidge grabs her binoculars out of her bag. "It's a ship." She states, looking out the binoculars. Lance snatches them away from her. "Holy shit! I can't believe what I'm seeing! That's not one of ours."

"No, it's one of theirs." Pidge gasps, falling to her knees. "So, wait. There really are aliens out there?" Hunk asks. Shortly after, the ship zips past them and crashes straight into the canyon by the Garrison HQ. A ball of light surrounding the fallen vessel. The three cadets could see the Galaxy Garrison's shuttles leaving headquarters and rushing towards the ship.

"We've gotta see that ship!" Pidge exclaims running after them. "Hunk, come on." Lance commands, following Pidge.

"Oh, this is the worst team building exercise ever." Hunk groans, running after the two.

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anxiousgaypanicking · 1 year ago

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Caught

!another old and never posted fic. expect a few of these!

Intruality (Remus x Patton) Warnings: masturbating, getting caught, minor degradation, riding, sex A request from my Wattpad

They had said they were going out. Patton had opted to stay home, claiming he wanted to cook up a big dinner for when they got back.

Which, he did want to do, despite the fact he couldn't cook for shit, but preparing macaroni was easy and who didn't love macaroni?

But, there was something else he wanted to do, and as he listened to them scramble to get their things to pack for wherever they were heading, Patton shuts the door to his room. It's not sound proof, and he can hear their clatter, but it was only a matter of time before they left.

They had already said their goodbyes to him, so it was safe to assume that they didn't plan on coming to see him again, giving him ample time to treat himself.

He waits until the clambering outside of his door is at a minimum before he fishes lube out of his nightstand. He sets the bottle to the side, focusing on unzipping his jeans and tugging them and his boxers down just enough to expose his flaccid cock.

Hearing the boys shout at each other downstairs, Patton takes the time to lightly grab his cock, giving it a few soft strokes, as he tunes out the frantic shouting at each other from downstairs.

Instead, he thinks of some rather... impure things, regarding a specific impure side.

Even morality had some rather interesting fantasies, especially regarding that certain side. He had to come to terms with the fact masturbation was natural, and that it was normal for the majority of people to get horny, and after he got over that, he spent quite a bit of time satisfying himself.

As he works his cock up to full hardness, little gasps and quiet moans slip past his lips, as he steadily gets louder.

He's thankful his door is closed, and that the others are downstairs. Not that he's being too loud at the moment, but the walls aren't soundproof, and if they were upstairs then there was the chance someone would be able to hear him.

But that was something he wasn't going to worry about. They were all leaving anyway!

And as he hears the door shut downstairs, and as all the noise disappears, Patton lets a particularly loud moan slip past his lips.

He was soothed by the assurance that everyone else has left, and let himself completely relax against his abundance of pillows as his hand squeezes his cock again, before moving a bit faster.

"Fuck," he curses, freely letting himself express now that he didn't have to maintain a persona for the others. He lets his head fall back as he moans out "Remus." Due to his own noises, he doesn't hear the front door re-open from downstairs, or the rather loud footsteps stomping around.

He was too wrapped up in his own fantasies. His thumb strokes over his slit, smearing his own precum over his cock, and he moans out Remus's name again, blissfully unaware that a certain side just happens to be sprinting past his room at that moment.

Remus stumbles over his feet when he hears his name, and falls face first onto the floor.

Patton hears that, and can barely think about questioning it before his door is quite literally kicked down.

He gasps, and as he watches Remus look him over, his brain catches up the situation, and his body finally moves to respond, grabbing his blankets and quickly covering himself up with them.

"Remus, what are you doing here?!" he squeals, hands tightening on his blanket.

"What are you doing in general?!" Remus responds, eyes going from looking at the blanket, to back to Patton's face, to the blanket again. "You're getting off to me, without me?!" He's practically screeching at this point, and the noise makes Patton wince.

"I just- I- I-" Patton's stammering, and he's red in the face, and Remus seemingly gets the memo that he needs to tone himself down. Difficult, yes, but Patton looks ashamed and admittedly uncomfortable at the moment.

"That's hot," he blurts, deciding that that would be a good thing to say here. Instead of judging Patton for what he's doing, which is indeed what he was doing previously. Not because he thinks what Patton is doing is wrong (he does it all the time so it'd be incredibly hypocritical), but instead because he was surprised!

"Oh," Patton responds, not expecting that. "Uh... thanks?"

"Can I stay?"

"What about-"

"The others? I'll text them and say some shit. Can I Pat? Can I stay? Stay and help your cute, pathetic ass out?"

"Uh... I don't actually like that. Being called pathetic, and other things like that..." Patton says, and Remus nods, before apologizing. That did quite a bit to assure Patton, though, knowing that Remus genuinely gave a shit about that.

"But, yeah," he says with a sigh. "Yeah, you can say. Just- please don't tell the others!"

"I'll make something up, don't worry Patty-cake." He pulls out his phone and quickly sends something to the group-chat, before carelessly dropping his phone to the floor and rummaging through Patton's drawers.

After a bit of scavenging, he finds a small bottle of lube in his bottom drawer, that Patton ends up flushing at.

He climbs into bed afterwards, easily tugging away the blanket covering Patton, before tossing the lube into Patton's bare lap. Remus shuffles out of his own pants shamelessly, before turning back to Patton.

"Can I ride you? Pretty please, Patty-cake?" he asks, taking hold of the lube again. Patton turns a darker shade of red, before he nods.

"Yeah- yeah, Remus. You can."

Remus needs no further prompting, rushing to scoot to sit on Patton's legs, as he quickly uncaps the lube and graciously pours a ton into his hand, before hurriedly grabbing Patton's cock and giving it a few strokes.

His intent is to lube up Patton, but he also wants to give Patton quite a bit of pleasure. He licks his lips as Patton moans again, bucking up without hesitation into Remus's hold. Remus grins.

"That feel good, Patty-cake? You're so cute, did you know that? So pretty and so hot; I can't wait to draw even more noises from you."

Patton moans louder, and then whines when Remus pulls his hand away.

"Do you- do you need to be stretched?" Patton asks, as Remus sits up on his knees.

"Nah. I shove enough up my ass that taking your cock will be a piece of cake," Remus responds, honestly. He then snickers. "Or, more like a piece of cock."

Patton laughs under his breath, and it makes Remus grin, before he re-focuses on sex. He grabs Patton's cock, using his free hand to grab Patton's shoulder and steady himself, before he lines Patton's cock up with his ass.

He then sinks down with no warning, taking Patton's entire length in one go. He groans, before tightening his grip on Patton's shoulder. "Fuck, Patty," he breaths out, rolling his hips. Patton's hands grab his waist, sweetly rubbing at his hips, and Remus is tempted to tease him for being so sweet.

He doesn't wait long before he lifts his hips, and roughly brings himself down onto Patton's cock, both of them moaning at the action.

"Pat- Pat," he says, lifting himself back up almost immediately. He was never one for being patient. "You feel so good, Pat. Doing so good. Letting me ride you- fuck!" he cuts himself off as he brings himself down again, Patton's hands squeezing his hips.

Patton believes he's going to lift himself up again, deciding that Remus is more focused on riding his cock, before Remus leans forward and pushes their lips together. His hands slide from Patton's shoulders to his shirt, where he runs his hands over Patton's clothed chest. Patton decides to give him the same treatment, and slide his hands up Remus's shirt and feel over his abnormally thin chest.

While doing so, Remus raises his hips again, and slams himself down once more, before immediately repeating the process. He sets a rhythm of bouncing on Patton's cock, letting out gasps and groans against Patton's mouth.

Patton's far louder, which is quite the surprise when he's up against Remus, but he can't help the fact that this feels good. Remus's ass around his cock, clenching and squeezing his shaft, he can't help but moan every time Remus sinks back down.

Remus goes down again, and suddenly his head is thrown back in a loud moan. "Fuck!" he exclaims, followed by a whine. "Fuck, Pat- fuck!" He positions himself when he rises in order to sink down and hit that spot again, and he does.

His legs are shaking when he rises again, pleasure coursing through his body every time Patton's big cock nails his prostate.

"Remus," Patton eventually gasps out, prompting Remus to cup his face.

"Yeah, Patty?" he asks, in between pants of his own, his bouncing never faltering.

"Close," he moans out in response, earning a breathy laugh from Remus. Remus pulls him in for another kiss, before saying "come on, my sweet Patty-cake. Come inside of me. I want you to fill me up so bad."

Patton moans, his hands sliding back down to Remus's waist. He squeezes the skin there as Remus keeps bouncing, before he suddenly slams Remus down on his cock, and leans against Remus's chest as he comes inside of him.

They both moan at the feeling, before Remus grabs his own cock, and quickly strokes it until he comes over his hand and Patton's clothed chest.

They stay like that for a moment, before Remus lifts himself off Patton's cock, grabbing the moral side and pulling him down into cuddles. Patton happily lets him, both of them silently deciding that they'll clean up later.

And, speaking of later, Patton quietly says "Remus? Can we... can we talk about this later?"

Remus hums, holding Patton closer. He doesn't care they're both naked from the waist down, or that his arms are wrapped around Patton's chest and pressing against the come-soaked fabric.

"Yeah. But specifically later. 'M too tired to deal with emotional bullshit."

They both laugh quietly, before Remus pulls Patton a bit closer, nibbling lovingly on his neck until he ends up asleep and snoring, and Patton drifts off mere moments later, neither of them caring about the fact that there was a chance the others could get home before they woke up.

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f10werfae · 2 years ago

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Coffee Run

Pairing: Chris Evans x Nurse!Reader

wc: 1.1k

Warnings: Childbirth

Summary: Nurse reader who works part time at a coffee shop has more than one run in with Chris and babies

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(Y/n's P.O.V)

I put away cups and mugs, watching as the cafe I worked at part time filled with people on their lunch break. I had only been in Chicago for a few weeks now, my new station as a labour nurse being at the main hospital site.

“What can I get you?” I said noticing a man approaching the till from my peripheral vision, putting down the cup I was drying I turned to see the most handsome man I’d ever seen.

His blue ocean eyes, well kept beard and shaped face just seemed to be made by God himself.

“Uh an Americano please” He said looking up at the menu on the screen, his fingers reaching into his wallet to pull out a few dollar bills.

“What name should I put on it?” I asked grabbing my sharpie, lowkey anticipating knowing his name.

“Chris will do” He smiled nodding his head at me, his eyes watching me closely as I passed the cup along to my colleague.

“Say, I hope you don’t mind me askin ya this, are you new here?” He asked leaning forward onto the counter waiting for his drink, his head resting on the palm of his hand, his eyes gleaming into mine.

“U-uh yeah, jus moved” My voice nearly got caught in my throat, his aura intimidating mine.

“I knew it, i’d recognise a beautiful face like yours” He winked, standing up when my coworker gave him his drink, winking at me before sliding a few more bills over in my direction shouting that it was a tip as he left the vicinity.

“He was so crushing on you” Josh squealed knocking into me teasingly

“Who even is he?” I asked typing in another order from a woman in front of me

“You kiddin? That’s Chris Evans, they’re filming the new movie down the block” Nodding my head, I was about to pull out my phone to search him up when the bell at the entrance of the cafe dinged harshly.

“IS THERE ANY DOCTORS HERE?! IVE GOT A WOMAN GIVING BIRTH DOWN THE ROAD” An older man frantically screamed by the front door, my nursing instincts immediately kicking in as I ran over explaining that I was a midwife in training.

“Okay brilliant please follow me” He panted before sprinting off down the road again, with me hot on his heels he led me down to the blocked off area, people crowding around this poor woman who was clearly having major contractions.

“Alright honey, I found you a midwife” He said bringing me to the front, the woman immediately grabbed onto my hand before screaming out in pain.

“Okay I need, towels, hot water, gloves, blankets and just a lot of space and privacy please?!” I shouted out, hearing people run about for my requests

“Can I be of any help?” I heard the same handsome voice from earlier say

“Chris, please stay with me until my husband gets here” The woman shouted grabbing onto his hand also and pulling him down to kneel on the other side of her.

“Hold her hand Chris while I get this started, alright ma’am i’m gonna check how dilated you are alright? How long have you been having contractions for?”

“I-I guess it’s been around an hour?”

“Well your baby’s coming quick, you’re already at 9 centimetres”

“Is that bad?”

“No not at all, i’ll be here, do you want me to call your personal midwife?”

“N-no please just get this damn baby out of me!”

“Okay” Receiving the permission, I put the towel under her legs as we lay on the soft foam floor of their set, curtains now surrounding us that they brought from the dressing rooms.

“Okay you’re baby is moving quick, it’s crowning, i’m gonna need you to push”

(30 minutes later)

“You must be the quickest baby i’ve delivered little man” I cooed holding the freshly born baby as I walked over to the woman who now had a pillow under her head, her face flushed red with Chris still holding her hand.

“T-thank you so much, Nurse?”

“L/n”

“Thank you so much nurse L/n, I don’t know what would’ve happened if you weren’t nearby”

“BABE?!” I heard a man shout before harshly opening the curtains, his face softening at the sight of who I assumed now was his wife and baby boy.

“Look Derek, it’s our baby boy” She cooed as Chris and I moved out of the makeshift room to give the couple some privacy. Both of us letting out deep breaths for the first time in over an hour.

“That was amazing” He sighed from beside me, turning to face me.

“I know right, i’m glad it’s my job” I smiled at the sky, then turned to him to already see him beaming at me with that same superstar smile from earlier.

“Hey listen I don’t know if this is inappropriate but I was wondering if-“

“CHRIS WE NEED YOU BACK HERE!” People shouted from behind us, interrupting Chris before dragging him off away, I wonder what he had to say?

(3 Days later)

“Y/n? There’s a new patient for you in room 32B” Stella said passing me a new pair of gloves going on her own way around the ward. Pulling on the latex gloves I pushed the door open, seeing a little boy sat on the bed, with his guardian behind him.

“You?” I asked confused, seeing Chris standing behind the little boy with his hands in his pockets.

“What are you doing here?” Feeling myself smiling, I walked towards the pair as Chris walked around the bed to be right in front of me.

“Jus wanted to see you again, ya keep runnin away from me” He joked, his hand rubbing his nape innocently.

“Uhuh, from what I remember you were the one who ran away last time Mr.Evans” I replied, “Now what seems to be the problem?”

“Well nothing really, this little guy already got checked out by another nurse here, jus wanted to see ya Y/n L/n”

“oh really?”

“M-my uncle says you’re his new girlfriend, is that true miss?”

The little guy said, his arm in a cast covered in superhero stickers. Chris sending him glares as he had just been snitched on, his hand going to cover his face

“God this is embarrassing i’m sorry”

“No it’s alright, i’m quite flattered if anything. My shift ends at 5pm, find me then yeah?” I smiled, reaching up to kiss his cheek before walling out of the room, hearing his nephew cheering in the distance

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rowansparrow-writing · 2 years ago

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What Blooms in Thunder: Chapter Nineteen (FINAL CHAPTER)

(Art courtesy of @/space-b33 and @/imrowanartist)

Summary: The battle for the village begins.

Chapter Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Major character death, implied character death, pregnancy mention, discussions of pregnancy, graphic descriptions of violence, graphic description, surgery, medical trauma, childbirth/referenced childbirth, beheadings, so much blood and violence in this chapter lads.

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Ships: Captain Rex x Female!Reader, Lieutenant Rose x Female!Reader, Fives x Male!OC.

Word Count: 9k

A/N: This is the beginning of the end.

Thank you all for coming back for one last chapter. I hope you enjoy.

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Nothing happened.

Thresh’s sword hovered inches from Quill’s neck, the Trandoshan clearly struggling to move his hand from where it was frozen in place.

“What -.” Fives gasped, looking around wildly. His eyes landed on Ju’Lah, her hand outstretched and face screwed up in concentration.

Quill was first to react.

He charged into Thresh, knocking him onto his back and forcing him to drop the sword. His hands were still bound behind his back, but that didn’t stop him from headbutting the Trandoshan, trying to push himself to his feet.

The other Trandoshans who had been gathered around Thresh charged at Quill, readying their weapons, but blaster-fire rang out once more through the clearing. You looked up to the rooftop again, finally recognizing the tip of a rifle poking out behind the cover of the trees near the building, and one by one, the Trandoshans began to fall as Crosshair took them out.

“Get to the tunnels!” Athena shouted at you and Ju’Lah, drawing her blaster. “It’s the two of you they want, you have to run!”

“Mama?” Kiran asked, tugging on her pantleg anxiously.

Fives and Echo ran past you, sprinting up the hillside towards Quill.

“Dogma,” Athena commanded, picking Kiran up and quickly passing him to the clone. “Get these three to the tunnels, they’ll be safest there.” Then, after a moment of hesitation, she added, “Stay with them, help protect the people below ground if it comes to that.”

“Yes ma’am.” Dogma nodded, holding out a hand to Ju’Lah. “Come on, quickly!”

You cried out again as the pain in your stomach became unbearable, your knees buckling underneath you as you fell to the ground.

“What happened?! Are you hit?” Dogma crouched beside you, but Ju’Lah pushed him out of the way, putting her hands flat against your belly.

“Something – something’s wrong.” You whimpered, clutching your stomach. “Something’s wrong.”

Ju’Lah pulled her hands back, a serious expression on her little face. “Can you walk?”

You shook your head, and Ju’Lah reached for Kiran instead.

“Dogma, you have to carry her. Let me take Kiran. Try to jostle her as little as possible.”

“What’s going on?” Dogma asked, but did as he was told.

“I think the baby is coming.”

“What?!” You managed tightly, gripping your stomach and groaning lowly. “Not now, not now, he can’t come now, it’s still way too early.”

“We have to get to Soteria in the tunnels.” Ju’Lah said.

A loud rumbling prevented your response, and you looked up just in time to see four large dropships soaring over the village.

“The Empire.” You whispered. “They’re here.”

Dogma moved first, carefully working his arms under you and grunting as he picked you up, cradling you as best he could against his chest. “Come on, everyone stay together.” He ordered. “Kid, with me, let’s move!”

“There’s an entrance to one of the tunnels inside the Command Center!” Ju’Lah shouted over the frightened screams of villagers as the Imperial ships landed. “Come on!”

Ju’Lah hoisted Kiran higher in her arms, holding him as steady as she could while Dogma carried you, and the four of you started towards the Command Center.

When you made it to the entrance, you could already see an ocean of white armor marching towards the village, and you glanced to Dogma, spotting the horror and fear in his eyes.

“Kriff,” he whispered. “Kriff, we’re all going to die.”

“Drop us off and then join the fight.” You ordered him. “Rex will – oh gods – Rex will need all the help he can get.” You winced mid-sentence, covering your stomach again.

Soteria was waiting just inside the tunnel’s entrance, her hands outstretched to catch you as Dogma lowered you down. “What’s happening?!”

“We think she’s in labor.” Dogma explained quickly, passing you down. “I’m going to join the others, stay underground!”

He left you with Soteria, who hoisted your arm over her shoulder and carefully guided you down into the tunnel, leading you deeper underground while Ju’Lah followed, carrying a sobbing Kiran in her arms.

“It’s okay, Kiran.” Ju’Lah tried to soothe him, setting him down and taking his hand instead. “Come on, just a little further.”

“We’re nearly to the bunkers.” Soteria called over her shoulder. “Just hang in there a bit longer.”

You could feel something hot running down your leg, and you whimpered softly, terror coursing through you as you gripped Soteria tightly. “No matter what, you get him out.” You told her, your voice shaking. “You save him no matter what, okay?”

“I’ll do everything I can -.”

“No, you promise me.” You grabbed her arm tighter, nails digging into her skin. “If it comes down to him or me, you save Calder. Promise me.”

Soteria hesitated, but she nodded. “I promise.”

You relaxed, but only slightly. Soteria pushed open the door to the bunker, ushering people out of the way as she led you to an isolated corner, tearing Rex’s cape from your shoulders and setting it aside, instead guiding you to one of the cots scattered throughout the room.

“Lie back.” She commanded, and Ju’Lah rushed over, helping to guide you down as she moved her hands quickly over your belly.

“I can sense him.” She reported. “He’s alive, but he’s distressed, something’s not right.”

“I need a scanner.” Soteria cursed under her breath, her head whipping around wildly until she spotted someone positioned near the entrance to the bunker. “Tech! Come here!”

“Captain Howzer is guarding the other entrance.” Tech reported as he jogged over with Omega on his heels. “I was told to wait here and -.” He cut himself off, dropping immediately to your other side and raking his eyes across your body, filtering in the data appearing on his visor. “Well. That’s a problem.”

“What is it?” Soteria demanded.

“It appears the placenta is becoming abrupted.” Tech replied.

“What – what does that mean?” You asked weakly.

“It means the fetus will soon be unable to get oxygen.” Tech replied, focused as ever as he removed his pack, fumbling around in it for a moment. “We will need to remove the fetus as quickly as possible for it to have any chance of survival.”

“I don’t have any supplies here, the best we’ve got is bacta and some bandages in the supply crates.” Soteria protested, and lowered her voice, whispering something frantic to Tech.

“What are you saying, talk to me!” You demanded, propping yourself up on your elbows, only to flatten on your back again as another wave of pain ripped through you. “Get him out!” You shouted, panic finally overtaking you. “He can’t breathe, get him out!”

“What can I do to help?” Omega asked, her expression determined.

“I’m going to need you to help me keep her still.” Soteria said. “And – and the storage crates, get as much bacta and bandages as you can. Quickly.”

“I can numb her pain, but I – I’m not strong enough to heal her if this goes wrong.” Ju’Lah warned. “I have to get my Buir, he can help better than me.”

“Go.” Soteria said at once. “Run. As fast as you can.”

Ju’Lah wasted no time, jumping to her feet and darting back out of the tunnels as fast as her legs could carry her.

“I know this is scary, but try to stay calm.” Soteria soothed, smoothing her hand along your forehead. “We’re going to get him out, okay? You’re already in labor, and Tech’s going to give you a stim shot to help speed things up. Just listen to your body and do what it tells you to do.”

You nodded, inhaling slowly and trying to quell the rising terror in your chest. “Rex doesn’t know.” You said quietly, your voice shaking again. “Kriff, he’s out there fighting, he doesn’t know. What if something happens to him? What if something happens to both of us?”

“You have to stay calm.” Soteria reminded you, brushing the backs of her knuckles lightly against your cheek. “It’ll be alright, deep breaths. When Gol’Chek comes, he can give us an update on Rex. I’m sure it’ll all be alright.”

Your mind was racing. What if you died? What if Rex was killed? Who would watch over your son?

You whimpered again as another wave of pain washed over you, and Tech pricked something into your neck while Soteria worked to disrobe you.

Above ground, several things were happening at once.

Rex raced through the village, shouting orders left and right as he went.

“Everyone get to the tunnels, quickly! If you can hold a weapon, prepare for invasion! Move, now!”

He drew his blasters, leaving the Darksaber untouched on his hip for now and turned his head towards the sky, the familiar whine of incoming ships drawing his attention as Gol’Chek sprinted to his side.

“There’s four of them.” Gol’Chek reported, breathless as the ships came in for a landing. “They’ve got to be loaded with Imperials.”

Both men ducked as the dropships began firing at the structures along the edge of the village, and Rex lifted his head, spotting three figures in the distance running for their lives from the fray down the side of the hill. One appeared to be a Nautolan.

“Rex, we won’t survive against that many troopers.” Gol’Chek told him, his voice grim. “Not unless I perform the Recitation.”

Rex’s head swum for a moment as he struggled to remember what that meant. He looked at Gol’Chek’s staff, at the inscription burned into the wood, and he remembered the conversation he’d overheard on the Cordillera many months ago.

“What’s it say?”

“It’s an ancient dialect of Cymruun, the Garbak language.” Ju’Lah answered before Gol’Chek could. “Unreadable to anyone but him, now. And he can’t say it aloud.”

“Why not?”

“Because it will kill him.” Ju’Lah gave Gol’Chek a sharp look. “Right? It’s a Recitation, isn’t it? You call upon the All-Mother when you read it but in exchange, she gets to take you back to the Pale with her.”

Rex shook his head. “No. No, not if it’ll kill you in the process.”

“We don’t have a choice.” Gol’Chek said forcefully. “The Recitation is for our darkest hour, and this is it. We aren’t strong enough to take them all, Rex.” He gripped his staff tighter. “I can.”

“Maybe we can’t take them alone, but with help, we stand a chance.” Rex said, quickly pressing buttons on his commlink as another explosion rocked the village. “Don’t do anything stupid.” He warned Gol’Chek, bringing the device to his lips.

“Wolffe, we’re under attack!” He began, throwing an arm over his head to defend himself as another explosion lit up one of the buildings nearby. “The Empire’s here, they’ve found us.”

He took a shuddering breath. “Listen, if you can’t help us, everyone here is going to die. All of us.” He flinched as the bombers swept through again, and a nearby home was obliterated. “Help us, Commander. You’re our only hope.”

“Everyone brace along the edge of the village, facing the dropships.” Gol’Chek ordered. “If we can hold them off, we can buy time for everyone else to get to the bunkers.”

“No, you need to get high, as high as you can.” Rex said.

Gol’Chek blinked. “I beg your pardon?”

“Find high ground. Then get mad. Really mad.” Rex insisted. “You can make it storm, Gol’Chek. You can give us an advantage.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You didn’t realize it before?” Rex asked. “Gol’Chek, when you were on the roof after you found out about the baby, you were the one making it rain. You were the one summoning the thunder and lightning. It was all you. You have more power than you realize.” He put a hand on Gol’Chek’s shoulder. “Use it.”

“The fighters are assembling along the Northern perimeter.” Athena reported, skidding up to the group. “Hunter and Wrecker are leading one team to the West, and Dogma’s got another group to the East. We need our flanks covered, and Rex, you should take the lead in the northern quarter.”

Rex turned to Gol’Chek. “We need you behind us.” He said. “Give it everything you’ve got.”

Gol’Chek hesitated, but nodded quickly, gripping his staff tighter and about-facing, running for the hills.

“Where are the others?” Rex asked.

“Howzer and Tech are below ground, helping protect the civilians. I haven’t seen Fives, Quill, or Echo.” Athena’s voice shook slightly at that, but she cleared her throat quickly. “Your wife is safe.”

Rex relaxed, but only marginally. “We need to find the others as fast as we can. If you find Echo, send him to the Eastern corner with Dogma, Fives and Quill can brace the inner village in case they get through our lines of defense. Athena, you’re with me.” He nodded. “Let’s move!”

Everyone split off, and Rex looked to the sky again. A single fighter flew overhead, landing far away from the Empire’s troops and out of Rex’s sight.

“Who’s that?” Athena asked, jogging alongside him.

“I don’t know, but let’s hope it’s a friend.” Rex muttered. “Go, quickly!”

Fives sprinted across the clearing, drawing his blaster as he moved and firing on the first Trandoshan to turn his way. Echo was hot on his heels.

Blaster fire from Crosshair’s rifle sailed over his head, blasting Trandoshans away from Quill as they tried to attack him, and Fives prayed to whatever gods were listening that his aim was true, and a stray bolt wouldn’t hit Quill.

He threw himself onto the back of one of the Trandoshans attacking Quill, and the Trandoshan roared, throwing his head back and snapping his jaws at Fives. Fives grit his teeth, pulling the knife Quill had given him from its sheath and stabbing the Trandoshan through the neck, felling it at once.

Echo raced up behind him, firing hard onto the remaining Trandoshans as Fives attacked the second one that was after Quill, driving the blade first through its ribs and then again through the neck, dropping it just as he had dropped the first one.

“Quill!”

“I’m alright.” Quill sat up, his cheek bruised and nose bloodied from where he’d been hit, but seemed otherwise unharmed. “Quickly, untie me.”

Fives went around behind him, using the blade to free Quill from his bindings, and as soon as the Nautolan was free, Fives threw his arms around him.

“Fuck, fuck I thought I lost you.” He whispered breathlessly, balling his fists up in the fabric of Quill’s shirt.

“I’m alright, little one.” Quill promised, wrapping his tendrils reassuringly around Fives. “I’m alright.”

“Where is he?” Fives demanded, pulling back at last and looking around for Thresh. “I’ll kill the shabuir myself, where is he?!”

He turned, starting to stalk towards the ship where he assumed Thresh had run and hid, but Quill grabbed his arm.

“Fives, leave him, we have to go, and we have to go now.”

He pointed up, and Fives saw the four dropships coming down for a landing in the very field they occupied.

“Oh skrag. Run!”

He took off again with Quill and Echo right behind him, and one of the dropships open fired, cannon fire exploding through the field around and behind them, kicking up dirt and debris as they ran.

“Hurry!” Echo shouted, ducking his head around the cannon fire.

They ran into the village, cannon fire following them and blowing through the nearby buildings as they ran, with Quill finally grabbing Fives and ducking in cover as Echo lunged behind one of the stone buildings, covering his head and rolling into cover.

“Osik!” Fives ducked his head as the building beside theirs blew to smithereens, debris flying through the village.

The dropships had surrounded the village, and the cannon fire blessedly stopped only to be replaced by the march of several platoons of soldiers, all in the frighteningly white uniformity of the clones.

“Gods, we’re outnumbered.” Fives whispered to Quill, peeking his head around the building. “We’re way outnumbered, ten to one at least.”

He turned to Quill. “We can’t fight them all.”

Another starfighter flew low overhead, landing on the opposite side of the village, but none of the men noticed.

“We need to make a break for it.” Echo called across the street. “They’ve stopped firing to assemble, they’re surrounding the village on all sides. They’ll begin the march any moment.”

“Fives, Fives do you copy?”

“I’m here, Captain.” Fives sighed in relief, lifting his comm and peeking out around the building again. “We’re pinned down in the town center. I’m with Echo and Quill.”

“Send Echo to the East, we need more men on that side. You and Quill get whoever’s left and brace the inner village. We can’t let them breach the tunnels.”

“Copy that, we’re on the move.” He paused, noticing a figure dressed in black slowly walking towards the village. “Who’s that?”

Quill turned his head, looking to where Fives was. “That isn’t one of ours. Is he one of theirs?” He asked, jerking his head to where the troopers were beginning to march on the village.

“I don’t know.” Fives said, staying crouched low. “Echo, get to the Eastern perimeter, they need backup over there.”

Echo nodded, taking off towards the east while Fives turned to Quill. “You ready for this?”

Quill grinned, nodding once. “I think it’s good luck to go to war with your fiancé.” He teased. Then, in a more serious voice, he added, “They took my blasters, do you have an extra?”

Fives chuckled, drawing a blaster pistol and passing it to Quill. “Where would you be without me?”

Quill smirked. “Perhaps now is finally your chance to actually save my life, trooper, instead of me saving yours…” he tapped his forehead against Fives’. “… twice.”

“You’ll never let me live that down, will you?” Fives grinned.

“Not as long as I live.”

Fives rolled his eyes, and turned back towards the battlefield, his smile fading at once. “They’re coming.” His hand found Quill’s, and the two men waited side by side for the end to come.

When Ju’Lah reemerged from the tunnels, an all-out war had taken over the village. Bodies of rebels and stormtroopers alike were strewn about across the streets, and blaster fire rang out all around her. She could hear the whine of comm chatter droning from one of the fallen rebel’s commlinks, and she snatched it quickly, listening as she ran.

“They’ve broken through the Eastern defenses, fall back! Fall back!”

“They’re inside the village, they’ve flanked around the sides. They’re coming inward!”

“Fives, Quill, brace yourselves and whatever fighters you can arm, they’re coming toward you!”

Ju’Lah ran towards the heart of the village, where she knew most of the fighting was, and took to the rooftops, scampering across them as quickly as possible and watching the fighting below.

Across the village, away from the worst of the fighting, Thresh stepped over the bodies of fallen warriors and stormtroopers alike, the Command Center looming proudly ahead of him. He could smell blood, could taste it in the air, feel it beating through the thready pulse of the one survivor, the last man standing who had been trying to guard the entrance to the tunnels that lay hidden in the Command Center.

Thresh sighed as Howzer’s fingers twitched, reaching futilely for his blaster, and he raised his foot, stepping on the man’s wrist as the clone gasped, choking on his own breath in his cry of pain.

“You’re beaten, young man.” Thresh cooed, leaning down slightly. “Why do you still fight?”

The two Trandoshans flanking Thresh chuckled, watching as their leader sighed again. He kicked the blaster away from Howzer’s hand, instead dropping his foot to the soldier’s bloody chest plate and pressing down. “Tell me how to get inside.”

Howzer scowled, blood dribbling down from the corners of his mouth. “I won’t – talk – to scum like you.” He wheezed, glaring up at the Trandoshan with as much fire behind his eyes as he could manage.

The Trandoshan hummed, drawing his blaster from its holster. “Pity.”

A single blaster shot rang out, and the Trandoshan to Thresh’s right fell. Another shot, and the one to his left fell before he could even look over his shoulder. Below him, Howzer wheezed.

Thresh smiled to himself, slowly raising his hands and turning around. “I was wondering when you might catch up to me.”

Rex stared him down, his blaster aimed directly at the Trandoshan.

“You’re a man of honor, Captain. I could tell that about you even then, when you were at my fortress.” Thresh continued, taking his foot off Howzer’s chest and stepping towards Rex. “You kill only out of necessity. You wouldn’t kill an unarmed man.”

Rex lowered his blaster, but only slightly, and the Trandoshan smiled.

“Or maybe you just want to make it hurt.” He hissed. “Maybe you aren’t such a good man after all. Maybe, after all this talk about the things I want to do to your woman, to your child, maybe I’ve struck a nerve in you, hmm?”

He lowered his hands, instead reaching for his belt and withdrawing his sword, the very one he’d held to Quill’s neck back in the clearing. It crackled to life, and Thresh stared Rex down. “Let this end in honor, Captain.” He called. “Let this end in blood.”

Rex lowered his blaster, holstering it and instead withdrawing the Darksaber. He ignited it, gripping the hilt tightly in both hands as Thresh pulled his lips back from his teeth, a sinister sneer creeping across his expression. Rex tightened his grip. Exhaled.

Thresh charged first.

As two blades clashed in front of the Command Center, the edges of the village were being overrun, falling back further and further into the cover of the village only to become more cornered than before.

“Fall back!” Athena screamed, waving her blaster in the air to signal the others. “FALL BACK!”

Fives and Quill ran further back into the village, with Athena and Echo behind them. Dogma was limping, half-leaning against Wrecker while Hunter covered them as the remaining rebels fought for their lives. Ju’Lah dropped down into the center of the fighting, igniting her lightsaber and striking down as many stormtroopers as she could before falling back with the rest of the group.

“We’re pinned!” Athena shouted into the comms. “Rex, where are you?! REX!”

“We have to fall further back into the village, there’s still some buildings standing that can give us cover!” Fives shouted over the chaos. “We’re too exposed out here!”

“Keep firing, and keep moving backwards!” Athena roared, firing her blaster once into the air and waving everyone backwards. “EVERYONE BACK! INTO THE VILLAGE, QUICKLY!”

Wrecker yelled as he threw a smoke grenade, temporarily granting them some cover as they started to run deeper into the village.

A red blade lit up in the center of the smoke. A second protruded behind it.

The stormtroopers howled as they were cut down one by one, the blade whipping mercilessly through the smoke. Finally, the smoke cleared, and a figure approached.

It wasn’t the same Zabrak who had raided her village those years ago, slaughtering her family and friends, burning her village and leaving her and Gol’Chek for dead. But Ju’Lah knew him. Her visions, the stories of Rex and his brothers who fought the monster and survived, all of it, it all pointed to him.

“I’ve been looking for you for a long time, girl.” He hissed, yellow eyes cutting through the rebels and landing straight on Ju’Lah. “It is good to finally meet, Garbak.”

Maul.

Ju’Lah was frozen. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe. For the second time in her life, Ju’Lah faced down a Zabrak, only this time, her Buir wasn’t there to save her.

Fives didn’t hesitate.

He grabbed Ju’Lah between one breath and the next, sprinting in the opposite direction as fast as he could while the others scattered, open firing on the Sith Lord as they ran.

“Shit! Fall back!” Athena shouted again, and Ju’Lah heard her scream somewhere behind her while Fives continued to run.

Fives didn’t make it far, the sounds of Maul storming after them, and the carnage he left in his wake, following them as he ducked into an alleyway, setting Ju’Lah down and crouching in front of her.

“Look at me.” Fives gripped her arms tightly, forcing her to look him in the eye. “You go, you understand me? You run, right now, as fast as you can. Get to the tunnels and don’t look back, okay?” He shifted his grip to cup her cheeks. “Don’t look back, just run.”

“I’m not leaving you!”

“You have to.” An explosion rocked them both for a moment, and Fives pulled her close, hugging her so tight that she thought her bones may break.

When he released her, he cupped her cheeks again, brushing quickly at her tears. She hadn’t realized she’d been crying.

“You run.” Fives said firmly, his voice breaking on the word. “You run as fast as you can, Ju’Lah. Don’t look back.”

Ju’Lah nodded, and Fives pressed his forehead quickly against hers. “I’ll come find you when it’s over, I promise.”

Blaster fire sailed over their heads, and Fives pushed Ju’Lah behind him, shielding her as he fired back on the incoming stormtroopers. “Go!”

Ju’Lah obeyed, running as fast as her legs could carry her while Fives straightened up, raising his blaster and preparing himself to buy as much time for Ju’Lah as he could.

Back in front of the Command Center, Rex’s blade clashed with Thresh’s, the electricity crackling from Thresh’s sword and threatening to sear Rex’s skin as the clone twisted away, swinging back around to bring his blade low, only to be blocked again.

“I didn’t realize clones were trained swordsmen as well, Captain!” Thresh called as he brought his blade down hard twice in a row. “Or have you been practicing in my absence? My employer would be impressed, perhaps you’d even stand a chance against him now.”

Rex grunted, breaking the lock on their swords and stepping back, pointing the tip of his saber at Thresh. “Who is he? Your employer, what does he want with Ju’Lah?”

Thresh only sneered, forked tongue gliding across razor sharp teeth. “You’ll have to kill me to get that from me, boy.”

Thresh leapt forward again, swinging the blade towards Rex’s torso and narrowly missing as Rex jumped backwards, swinging the Darksaber forward again and slashing at Thresh’s arms. The Trandoshan snarled, locking their blades together and pushing Rex backwards, the smaller man straining to stay upright.

Again, Rex broke their lock, and Thresh stumbled, giving Rex the opportunity to swing the blade towards his back, narrowly missing as Thresh blocked, and Thresh cackled.

“You think you can beat him? You think you can protect the girl from him?” He demanded. “Look around you: The Empire will wipe you out, and when all that’s left is the girl, I’ll take her back to my employer, and I will be well-rewarded.” He grinned again. “And your wife, your sweet little baby, they’ll be mine.”

Rex roared, surging forward and swung three times, hammering his blade down towards Thresh and cracking it against the other man’s blade in rapid succession. Rex felt the blade begin to give, and he pressed forward, locking their blades once more and pushing back against Thresh.

“You… will never… come near my family.”

He twisted the Darksaber upwards, cutting Thresh’s blade cleanly in two as the hilt split down the middle, and Thresh cried out, falling backwards and grabbing his wrist. Rex panted, standing over the fallen Trandoshan and raising his sword again even as Thresh scooted backwards, one hand raised in surrender.

“Please.” Thresh began as Rex stepped forward. “Please, I – I was only working under Maul’s orders, he just wanted the girl. I’ll leave you in peace, I swear.”

“Maul? He’s your employer?” Rex shoved the Darksaber towards him again. “Tell me what he wants with Ju’Lah.”

“He – He thinks she’s powerful. More powerful than even him. He wants to make her his.” Thresh gasped, scrambling backwards again.

“What does that mean?” Rex demanded. “Answer me!”

“I don’t know!” Thresh wailed. “I don’t know, he just told me to bring him the girl, and if – if I couldn’t, he’d come get her himself.”

Rex’s heart thudded in his chest. “Maul’s coming here?”

Thresh whimpered, and raised his hands. “I’m just a man. It’s Maul you really want. I’m just a man.”

Rex snarled. “You’re a dead man.”

Rex brought the Darksaber down, cleanly severing Thresh’s head from his shoulders in one fell swoop.

He turned quickly, racing over to Howzer and dropping down beside him. “Can you move?”

Howzer was trembling all over, his color draining as he wheezed again. “Think – think I’m out of the fight, Captain.”

“Not yet you aren’t, come on, get up, we can get you back to the tunnels, we can -.”

Howzer tightened his grip on Rex, looking the other Captain in the eye.

“Get to the kid.” Howzer wheezed. “Maul… he’s after the kid. That’s – that’s what the lizard said, yeah? Get to the kid.” He whimpered slightly, squeezing his eyes shut as blood spattered across his lips. “Protect the kid.”

Howzer slumped backwards, his eyes open and unseeing as the breath left him, and Rex grit his teeth, grabbing the Darksaber tighter in hand as he brushed his fingers over Howzer’s cheek.

Maul. Maul was after Ju’Lah. Maul was coming here.

Rex’s jaw set, and he rose to his feet, turning and taking off once more.

Fives gasped as Maul flung him against the wall, the wind knocked out of him only to be cut off again as the Force choked him, Maul dragging him upright and keeping him pinned against the wall.

“Where is she?” He demanded, his fingers curling as the invisible cord tightened around Fives’ throat. Fives didn’t answer, his hands pawing uselessly at his throat as Maul growled, throwing him into the opposite wall instead and letting him crumble. Fives felt his bones break, black spots swimming in his vision as Maul scooped him up with the Force once more, dragging him upwards until he was several feet off the ground.

“I won’t ask again.” Maul warned, fingers tightening again. “Where. Is. The Girl?”

Fives answered with a wheeze. “Fuck you.”

Maul threw him again, headfirst this time, and Fives cracked his skull against the wall of the alleyway, landing in a heap on the ground as Maul stalked down the direction Ju’Lah had ran.

Back in the village, Ju’Lah kept running, rounding a corner and running straight into a squad of Stormtroopers. She gasped, stumbling backwards and quickly drawing her lightsaber.

“It’s a Jedi!” One shouted. “Blast her!”

Ju’Lah leapt upwards, scampering up the nearest building and running from rooftop to rooftop instead, deflecting blaster bolts as best she could.

She dropped low to the ground again, trying to sense her Buir through the carnage and find him. There was too much chaos, too much bloodshed and pain and suffering, she couldn’t find him through all the distractions. She had to get to him, had to bring him back to the tunnels or else –.

Blaster fire erupted behind her again as the stormtroopers caught up, and she ran once more, weaving between houses even as cannon fire from the dropships blew them up around her. She screamed, ducking around debris and narrowly missing being crushed as a house came down right beside her, and she stumbled, falling hard to the street, and knocking her lightsaber from her hand.

“It’s over, Jedi.” One of the stormtroopers barked out. “On my count!”

Ju’Lah reached out with the Force, calling her lightsaber back to her hand as she tried to stand, but she was too slow. She heard blaster fire, and when she turned around, the leader of the squad was dead.

“What the –?!” The stormtroopers turned, looking for the source of the bolts.

More blaster fire, and Ju’Lah saw a single bolt flip through several reflectors lined up on the walls of the remaining houses, each one striking through the remaining troopers with mathematical precision.

Crosshair stepped out of an alleyway, calmly collecting his reflectors from the trap he’d lain, inclining his gray helmeted head towards Ju’Lah.

“You shouldn’t be out here, Jedi.” He said, his voice dark and garbled within the helmet.

“I’m no Jedi.”

Crosshair chuckled, lifting his rifle. “Doesn’t look that way from where I’m standing.”

He jerked his rifle up, firing a shot directly over Ju’Lah’s head and blasting another trooper who’d just rounded the corner.

“Well?” Crosshair prompted. “Are you going to sit there until they eventually catch you, or are you going to come with me?”

Before Ju’Lah could speak, Crosshair continued.

“There’s an entrance to one of those tunnels not far from here. I’ve been firing on anyone who gets too close.” He drawled. “I would suggest you do what little creatures like you do best and… scuttle.”

“I need to find my Buir. It’s an emergency.”

“How touching.” He simpered. “Regrettably, I haven’t seen anything else that looks quite like you.” He jerked his rifle towards her massive ears. “A target that size wouldn’t slip by me that easily.”

“He’s a clone, his name is Gol’Chek.” Ju’Lah snapped. “He’s the man who rescued you.”

She could practically feel Crosshair’s scowl. “Then I guess this incident makes us even.” He replied. He jerked his head behind him. “I heard over the comms they were sending him to protect the southern border. I imagine that’s where you’ll find him… if they haven’t already destroyed it by now.”

Ju’Lah started to run past him, but Crosshair grabbed her roughly by the tunic, holding her in place for a beat. He shoved a small pistol into her hand.

“Don’t let them know what you are.” He warned. “Keep that thing sheathed unless you need it. Use this instead.”

“I’m no Jedi.” Ju’Lah bit back.

Crosshair chuckled, and repeated himself. “Not from where I’m standing.”

Ju’Lah took the pistol anyway, taking off towards the southern border of the village.

“Hey, hey Fives, come on, brother. Come on. Wake up. Please wake up. Wake up!”

Fives peeled his eyes open, the world tinted red from all the blood in his eyes. He blinked, trying to clear them, and a rough hand scrubbed over his face, clearing away some of the crusted-over blood.

“Look at me.” Echo’s voice rang through his head – damn, he had a headache, the mother of all headaches, in fact – and he felt two hands on his cheeks, squishing them tightly so his lips puckered up. “Eyes on me.”

He forced his eyes open again, suddenly aware of the white-hot agony rushing through his body. He made a soft sound, and Echo shushed him.

“Easy, easy, your leg’s broken, and I’d guess your ribs are shattered too from the looks of you.” Echo said. “Easy, we’re gonna get you underground. C’mon.”

“Ju’Lah.” Fives wheezed as Echo grabbed one of his arms, slinging it over his shoulder and hoisting him up. “He’s after Ju’Lah.”

“I know, we’re going after him, but we’ve gotta get you to safety first.” Echo continued. Distantly, Fives became aware of blaster fire, and could make out someone tall shooting out the sides of the alleyway.

“Is he alright?!” Quill’s voice demanded over the blaster fire. “Is he alive?!”

“He’s hurt, he needs help.” Echo called back, half-carrying Fives and coming up to Quill’s side. “You’ll have to cover us, he can’t walk on his own.”

Quill nodded, glancing over his shoulder at Fives and huffing a soft laugh. “This counts as one.”

“One what?” Fives mumbled, his head lolling against Echo’s shoulder as the wound on his scalp continued to bleed.

“One time I’ve saved your life today.” Quill replied with a small smirk. “My jacket looks good on you, by the way. Apart from the fact that you’re getting blood all over it.”

Fives huffed. “Could’a saved me sooner.” He grumbled. “Wouldn’t be so much blood.”

Quill only chuckled, firing back out into the alley again and turning over his shoulder to Fives and Echo. “Alright, we’re clear, we need to move.”

Ju’Lah didn’t make it far.

She made it to the town square, skidding to a halt in the open courtyard, her ears pricking up as she picked up sound directly ahead.

Once more, Maul stepped out of the shadows, crossing directly in front of her and blocking her path.

“Your friends are distracted with the soldiers.” Maul mused. “There is no one to interrupt us, now.”

Ju’Lah squared her shoulders, one hand on her lightsaber on her belt. “You’re the one who’s been hunting me.” She accused. “The bounties, Thresh’s mystery employer, all of it, it’s been you. Why?”

“I’d heard stories about your kind. Fables, really.” Maul said, walking in a slow circle while Ju’Lah circled him as well, keeping her hand on her blade. “Legends about Force-sensitive beings who the Sith believed posed a threat. So they wiped them out.”

Around them, it had begun to rain.

Maul bared his teeth, jagged points of yellow and black that made Ju’Lah’s stomach turn. “They sent my brother to eradicate your people, but he failed.” He inhaled slowly, spreading his arms towards her. “You survived. A child, the only survivor of such divine carnage. It was fate, destiny, that brought us together.”

“Your brother was a monster.” Ju’Lah bit back. “And so are you.”

“I am nothing like my brother.” Maul assured, taking a step towards Ju’Lah, and she drew her lightsaber at once, igniting it and pointing it squarely at Maul’s chest.

“Stay back!” She warned.

“Child, you misunderstand my intentions.” Maul replied. “I am not here to kill you. I wish to train you.”

Ju’Lah startled. “What?”

“A child with your power, your gifts,” he hissed. “Under my guidance, you could become one of the most powerful warriors the galaxy has ever known. Together, we could defeat the Empire, restore order to the Galaxy once and for all. Together, we could rule.”

Overhead, thunder began to rumble, dark clouds rolling in from the hillsides as the rain grew in intensity.

“You fear for your friends.” Maul mused, calling to her over the drone of the rain. “I have come here to aid you, child. I have struck down your invaders, and I will continue to fight them, to spare the ones you love. You need only join me.” He extended his hand. “Take my hand, apprentice.”

Ju’Lah stood her ground. “Never.”

Maul snarled. “You will come willingly, or you will come in pieces.” He warned. “And all your friends will die.”

Thunder boomed again, and Ju’Lah raised her voice.

“Your brother couldn’t kill my father. He was too powerful, and your brother was too weak.” She called to Maul across the courtyard. “Tell me, do you know what thunder means?”

Maul bared his teeth, but didn’t answer. Ju’Lah crouched low.

“It means my father is coming, so you better run.”

She grinned. “My father is what blooms in thunder.”

Ju’Lah leapt backwards as lightning shattered through the center of the courtyard, sending Maul flying back several feet. To the left, Gol’Chek stormed into the courtyard, radiating righteous fury as he gripped his staff tightly in one hand, slamming it against the ground and summoning another bolt of lightning, crashing into the earth near where Maul had landed.

The Sith Lord rose to his feet again, igniting his lightsaber and staring Gol’Chek down. “You are a clone.” He chuckled, looking Gol’Chek up and down. “I have slaughtered many men like you.”

“There are no men like me.”

Lightning crackled overhead as Gol’Chek sprinted forward, meeting Maul in the middle as staff clashed against blade, and the two men began to duel.

“The tunnels aren’t far from here.” Echo said, hoisting Fives a little higher as he half-dragged him through the clearing. “Fuck, is anyone still alive?”

“As soon as we get Fives underground, I’ll search for survivors.” Quill replied, looking around a corner before motioning Echo to follow.

“No offense, but you’re too big of a target to be skulking around looking for the rest of our people.” Echo said. “I’ll come back to the surface. Besides, Fives needs you.”

“He needs his brother.” Quill said sharply, glancing at Echo over his shoulder.

“Fives needs everyone to shut the fuck up.” Fives said, fumbling for his holster. “Where’s my karkin’ blaster?”

“You can’t even stand, what makes you think you can fight?” Echo asked, swatting at Fives’ hand and hauling him further over his shoulder to better support his weight. “Just focus on not bleeding out before we get you to the medics, will you?”

“Nobody’s answering their comms.” Quill said, his back pressed against a wall as he peeked around another corner. “Athena, Rex, Gol’Chek, Hunter, all the others, everyone’s gone quiet.”

“Maybe they’ve already made it underground.” Fives gritted out, spitting a bit of blood onto the ground as he spoke.

Echo shook his head. “Or maybe we’re the only ones left.”

Blaster fire surged around them, and all three men ducked behind debris once more as stormtroopers raced towards them from the opposite end of the street.

“Kriff, we’re pinned down!” Echo shouted, setting Fives down and poking his head above cover to return fire briefly. “Shit, there’s a whole kriffing platoon of ‘em!” He looked to Quill. “There’s too many, we have to run!”

“We can’t, Fives needs the medics.” Quill barked back. “Can’t imagine things are any better elsewhere. This is our shot.” He jerked his head to the left. “There’s a secret back entrance to the Command Center through that building. If we can get through the passageway, it’ll spit us out right in Athena’s office. We get to the control room from there, and we’ll find the entrance to the tunnels.”

“We can’t just make a run for it!” Echo shouted back, raising above cover to fire back a few more rounds before dropping down again. “They’ll kill us the second we step out of cover!”

“Echo’s right, and I’ll just slow you down.” Fives grunted, trying to push himself upright again. “We have – augh – we have to go back.”

“We can try to outflank them.” Echo tried.

“There are more coming up behind us.” Quill said sharply, peering back down the alley they’d run from, his tendrils flicking as he tasted the air around him. “This is our one chance. We take this, or we die.”

“We can’t.” Echo insisted. “We’ll never make it over there alive.”

Quill and Echo looked at one another. Both men seemed to reach the same conclusion, because Quill nodded at once, and pulled the other blaster from Echo’s hands, giving himself twice the firepower.

“You go on my signal.” Quill told him.

“What?” Fives wiped the blood from his eyes, peering up at Quill again. “What – what’re you doing?”

Quill grabbed Fives roughly by the cheeks, kissing him with all the passion he could manage. When he pulled away again, he grinned, teeth smeared slightly with Fives’ blood, and uttered only three words.

“Saved you twice.”

He turned to Echo. “NOW!”

Fives’ brain was moving too slowly. By the time his thoughts caught up with him, and he comprehended what Quill was doing, Echo was already halfway across the street with Fives thrown over his shoulder.

Back in the courtyard, Maul drove Gol’Chek backwards, forcing their weapons together as he bared down on him.

“You lost once against my brother, and I am far more powerful than he.” Maul sneered as their weapons locked. “What makes you think a clone could possibly defeat me?”

Gol’Chek ignored him, breaking their lock and swinging the staff around wide, aiming for Maul’s legs. Maul blocked, bringing the back end of his own blade around to swipe at Gol’Chek’s stomach. He dodged, jumping backwards and swung his staff down once more.

Ju’Lah stood several feet away, her lightsaber still ignited, hesitating near the edge of the courtyard. You still needed help back in the tunnels, and if Gol’Chek was preoccupied with Maul, she could be your only hope.

But she couldn’t abandon her Buir either.

The staff clashed with blade again, and Gol’Chek bared his teeth at the Zabrak, twisting out of the lock and flying backwards to dodge a counterstrike by Maul.

Ju’Lah surged forward, diving low while Gol’Chek attacked from up high, and Maul struggled to block both attacks at once. Ju’Lah was small and quick, and circled around behind him, forcing him to block and leaving him open to an attack from Gol’Chek in the front. Gol’Chek swung his staff around, striking Maul square in the chest with the blunt end before the Zabrak could twist away again.

Maul snarled, roaring as he lunged for Ju’Lah, and Gol’Chek threw his staff, planting it firmly in Maul’s path as lightning crackled from the sky and down through the staff, launching out towards Maul and sending him flying the opposite direction.

Gol’Chek called the staff back to his hand, and pointed it at Maul. “You stay away from her.” He growled.

“She will be mine,” Maul hissed, rising to his feet again. “One way or another.”

Gol’Chek squared himself firmly in front of Ju’Lah. “Over my dead body.”

Maul grinned. “So be it.”

“Go!” Gol’Chek shouted over his shoulder to Ju’Lah, blocking Maul as the Sith charged forward once again.

“I’m not leaving you!” Ju’Lah yelled back, diving forward again to strike at Maul’s legs while Gol’Chek went high, but Maul was prepared for the maneuver this time, and dropped his blade, instead using the Force to grab both Gol’Chek and Ju’Lah by the throat, dragging them upwards as they struggled. He flung them both into buildings on opposite sides of the courtyard. Gol’Chek caught himself, landing in a crouch and recalling his staff to his hands once more. Ju’Lah, however, cracked her head against the stone of the building and crumbled to the ground, her lightsaber falling from her hand.

Fives could hear his own heart beating in his ears. He could feel the ooze of the blood dripping down the sides of his face and blinding him as it fell in his eyes. He could feel his fingers in Echo’s shirt, could feel the strain of his body as he twisted backwards, tried to break free, to run back to Quill, but it was to no avail. Echo surged forward, dragging his injured brother along behind him.

Quill stood in the center of the carnage, a blaster in each hand as he fired on the stormtroopers moving to surround him. One moment he was there, a cyclone of blue and yellow, tendrils whipping with every turn of his head towards the invaders, and the next he was obscured by the wall of white armor bearing down on him.

Sound returned, time caught up, and Fives felt cool air woosh across his face as he and Echo crossed the threshold of the building, sprinting for the passageway.

“We have to go back!” Fives shouted, still futilely struggling to turn around in Echo’s grip. “Echo, they’ll kill him, we have to go BACK!”

“Stop fighting me and I’ll go back for him as soon as we get you somewhere safe!” Echo argued, hauling Fives forward again.

There was a loud whistling sound overhead, and Fives looked up, peering through the skylights on the roof of the building. He could do nothing but watch as the Imperial dropship above them fired down into the city, and he clung to his brother as fire rained down from the heavens upon them.

“Ju’Lah!” Gol’Chek turned towards her, but the child did not move. During his moment of distraction, Maul struck, catching him off guard and knocking the staff from his hands. Gol’Chek took several quick steps back, trying to dodge the swings of Maul’s blade as he called his staff back into his hand.

He managed to block Maul’s downswing just in the nick of time, and shouted Ju’Lah’s name over his shoulder once more.

“Enough of this!” Maul roared, using the Force to once again push Gol’Chek backwards. The warrior stumbled but caught himself, returning Maul’s push in kind with one of his own. The two men faced one another, each pushing with all their might against the other until they broke apart, both flying apart in opposite directions. Maul recovered first, lunging for his blade while Gol’Chek scrambled for the staff. Maul dove forward, swinging the blade down hard towards Gol’Chek’s exposed chest, and the warrior stopped it, but only barely as the Zabrak bared down harder upon him.

“You… are… beaten.” The Zabrak seethed, pushing down even harder until the red of his blade crackled only inches from Gol’Chek’s face. “Surrender, or die.”

Gol’Chek pushed back with all his strength, managing to get Maul off him only for the Sith to grab him with the Force once more, sending him sailing back into the wall and slumping down to the ground, his staff clattering from his grip.

Maul stepped closer, letting his own blade hang loosely at his side as he outstretched his free hand. “I tried to warn you, clone.” Maul hissed. “Now, you too will die.”

He summoned Gol’Chek’s staff, and the weapon flew gracefully from the ground towards Maul, only to be caught with the slap of palm meeting wood as a hand shot out to catch it.

Rex squared his shoulders, crossing the Darksaber over Gol’Chek’s staff as he stood between the fallen warrior and Maul.

“Sorry,” he called. “There’s still one more person you have to get through if you want the kid.”

Maul sneered, his eyes flickering to the Darksaber. “That does not belong to you.”

“If you want it back,” Rex growled. “You’ll have to come and get it.”

“I grow tired of these games.” Maul replied, rolling his head lazily. “I will make your death swift.”

Maul raced forward, and Rex crossed the staff and Darksaber in front of him in a block, twisting away from the red blade and striking down with the Darksaber while jabbing upwards with sharp end of the staff.

Behind him, Gol’Chek pushed himself back to his feet, running back towards the fighting. “Rex!”

Rex spun, tossing the staff into the air in time for Gol’Chek to catch it, and Gol’Chek soared downwards to strike Maul from above while Rex swiped low at his legs.

Below ground, you screamed in agony.

“Where is Ju’Lah and Gol’Chek?” Tech said over your shouts while Omega worked to hold your shoulders back.

“I don’t know, they should’ve been back by now!” Soteria shouted back.

“We aren’t left with much of a choice, we’re going to lose both mother and child if we don’t deliver soon.” Tech warned. “I’m starting the procedure now.”

“No, there’s nobody here to heal her if we do something wrong!” Soteria protested. “We have to wait for Gol’Chek!”

“There’s no time!” Tech snapped back, his composure slipping slightly. “We have a shot at saving them both, but every minute we wait, that’s one more minute the fetus goes without oxygen.”

“Get him out!” You shouted, grabbing ahold of Soteria’s arm. Your face was streaked with tears and sweat, and your grip was like a vice. “You promised.”

Soteria hesitated, looking between you and Tech before glancing back to you. “Okay.” She conceded, nodding to Tech. “Let’s do it.”

“Omega, try to hold her as still as possible. I’m going to numb her as much as I’m able with the supplies we have.” Tech ordered, and looked down at you. “Ma’am, I suggest you bite down on something.”

Maul shrieked in rage, swinging his lightsaber and narrowly missing decapitating Gol’Chek, who ducked aside at the last moment. Rex circled around behind Maul while Gol’Chek continued to occupy his front. Meanwhile, Ju’Lah slowly regained consciousness, shaking her head as she slowly pushed herself back up to her hands and knees. She looked out towards the fighting, blinking to try and clear her vision.

“Buir?”

Gol’Chek’s head snapped towards her, and that moment of distraction was all Maul needed.

In an instant, Maul had swept his blade cleanly through Gol’Chek’s thighs, severing his legs from his body and used the Force to push him backwards against the outskirts of the courtyard.

“Buir!” Ju’Lah screamed, scrambling to her feet and racing over to Gol’Chek. She only made it a few steps before Maul caught her with the Force, starting to choke her, but he broke his concentration when Rex roared from behind him, swinging the Darksaber down towards him again.

Ju’Lah scrambled back to her feet, coughing slightly as she stumbled over to Gol’Chek, tripping over debris and ash that crusted their village. “Buir! Buir please wake up! Wake up!”

Rex and Maul continued to duel, Rex’s blocks becoming weaker while Maul’s attacks grew stronger. All it took was a stumble. One misstep, where Rex raised his sword too high, and left his face vulnerable. Maul thrust the hilt of his blade forward, popping Rex in the face. The stun was enough.

Maul turned, plunging the blade of his lightsaber through Rex’s abdomen.

“NO!”

Ju’Lah’s scream echoed through the village, and far, far below ground, your screams had finally fallen silent.

Your breath was coming in ragged gasps, slumped backwards against Soteria. The medic was patting your face, her voice coming to you in warbled utterances as her face swam in clarity before you.

“Stay with me. Stay with me.”

The last thing you heard was the sound of an infant crying.

Darth Maul will return in The Light Between Oceans, coming October 1st.

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blackbat05 · 3 years ago

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You’re the best to me

Dad Shangqi x Mom Reader

A/N: Well! This idea came out pretty quickly! I guess some of these experiences are what I experienced with my dad and I thought hey, why not spread some joy into these fics? It may be a bit different from what I originally planned but I really hope that you guys like it!🙇🏽‍♀️ <University Blues> is kinda like a prequel to this?

Genre: PG 13

Warnings: Rude parents, subtle racism in between the lines (please everyone, in this difficult time, we could treat one another nicely) and if you consider Shangqi absolutely adoring his little Princess a warning and just being a supportive Sports Dad in general than suree haha👍🏽

The arena was filled with noise as the Xu family stepped in. Little Xu Xiayi was clearly nervous as she gripped her father’s hand tightly. It was natural of course, because she would be competing in her first competition.

Shangqi bends down, adjusting his daughter’s taekwondo uniform. ‘How we feeling?’ Placing his hand against her heart he gasps dramatically for god measure, ‘Wow there’s a train in there!’ It did work for a few seconds as he manages to elicit a tiny smile.

‘You nervous?’

‘A little,’ Xiayi fiddles with her belt. How he wished he could take away the nerves for his baby girl. But if there was one thing he learnt from his own father, once you’re on the stage, you have to learn how to handle the nerves. Still he was aware that his girl was only 7 years old and was just starting out in competitive martial arts.

‘Baobei, look at me.’ He sees her brown eyes that she had inherited from him. ‘Whatever the result may be, as long as you gave it your all, me and your mama will be very proud of you.’

You bend down, huddling together with your two favorite people. ‘Baba is right, whatever the outcome, we know you tried your very best!’ In an effort to make Xiayi less nervous, you squeeze your baby in a big bear hug. Just then her number is called with another girl who was at least half a head taller.

‘Go Xiayi!’ You cheered, giving her a good luck kiss while Shangqi fist bumps her small hands. As she walks away, you notice Shangqi smiling to himself.

‘What’s in there mister?’ You teased. ‘Sad to see your little treasure finally being free?’

Your husband rolls his eyes as he slings his arm across your shoulder, trying to find seats among the other parents in the stands. ‘You wish. As long as I’m alive, Xiayi will never be free from me. I’m just happy to see Xiayi being such a strong girl. I was able to do something for her that I couldn’t do for my sister.’

You knew about the siblings’ rough childhood. ‘I’m sure Xialing would be proud of her niece. She told me she really wanted to come but something held her up back in Macau. She sends her best.’

The two of you manage to find pretty decent seats near where Xiayi was competing. And it looks like both the girl’s parents came too. Let’s just say you didn’t like the haughty looks on their faces. Still, you and Shangqi remained civil.

The match was more intense than you expected. And you felt yourself glowing with pride seeing how Xiayi matched up against the girl. As the two of you settled into your seats, more curious parents came by to see who was this unknown wonder kid. A mom with two other kids in tow tells you that Xiayi’s opponent is the number two seed in the draw.

But you knew Shangqi and you couldn’t agree with him more - matches were meant to have upsets. Seeding was just another thing of the past.

Throughout the match, both girls couldn’t break away. Until now. Xiayi manages to get a well-aimed kick at her head, helping her to break away from the tied score.

Time-out. The two went to the benches below the stands, taking much needed sips of water. Shangqi motions for me to stay put as the other girl’s parents rush to her. Xiayi needs to stay focused.

Just then, the girl’s father makes a comment to his daughter that causes your blood to rise in temperature. ‘Hurt her if you have to. Make sure that Chinese girl doesn’t stand a chance.’

Your head whips to Shangqi. He’s heard it too and boy, you have never seen him that pissed off before. But he won’t blow up now. For Xiayi, he must stay cool. He still tells her one thing before she gets back on the map.

‘Stay cool. Do what you��ve been doing.’

You could not bear the intensity that was unfolding in front of your eyes. For god sake this was just a children’s match! Shutting your eyes, you lean into your husband, praying for the best. You prayed that your little baby would show those arrogant assholes that they were wrong. That they should not have messed with the daughter of a martial arts master.

‘Babe, you don’t want to miss this.’ Shangqi nudges you, giving you the confidence you needed to see it through.

And Xiayi’s done it. She’s managed to do a roundhouse kick to the girl’s chest plate, taking home the win.

‘XU XIAYI!!!’ You grabbed Shangqi, jumping up and down in joy. Your girl had just caused a major upset in her very first tournament.

If you were ecstatic, Shangqi was over the freaking moon. He flew down the steps of the stands, letting Xiayi run into his arms before lifting her up and attacking her in kisses.

‘Hey! Hahaha! Baba stop! It tickles!’ You smile fondly at the wonderful sight in front of you. Suddenly, all these fears that Shangqi had of not being a good father, becoming like his dad who was filled with nothing but hatred just went out of the window at this very moment.

A loud crash is heard behind the father-daughter duo. Xiayi’s opponent throws her bag down in anger, storming ahead of her mother who is left to pick up her forgotten bag as the father walks beside to appease his own daughter. He sees the three of you celebrating and decides to continue to make the parade of uncalled comments. Shangqi tells you to take Xiayi away first.

‘She got lucky you know? No small sized Asian brat can beat our champ.’ Shangqi wonders, he wouldn’t exactly seek his father for advice but what would he do? He decides to walk forward, extending a hand. The other man is puzzled that Shangqi didn’t flip out completely but eventually takes his hand.

Shangqi sees the two of you from the corner of his eyes. No one insults his family and gets away with it. No one will undermine his daughter’s efforts because she’s different from others. With that in mind, he attacks every pressure point that he was taught, refusing to let the other hand go. Obviously the man couldn’t do anything as his daughter was watching this standoff, ‘Daddy what are you doing! Let’s go!’

‘Hold on a second hon-’ He leans forward, possibly to beg Shangqi to release his hand before it gets severed due to blood loss. But Shangqi beats him to it, ‘If I ever hear you say anything like that three feet within my daughter and wife you son of a bitch, your hands won’t be the one in pain.’

The man nods meekly, on the verge of crying out loud. Once Shangqi lets him go, the obnoxious family got out of the arena faster than you could say ‘Cheese’.

‘Baba! That was so cool! You’ve got to teach me that so that I can teach the boys in my school a lesson not to pick on me and Jenny!’ Xiayi runs into him, wrapping her small arms around his waist. He turns to you for answers only for you to mouth, she knew.

Although Xiayi was just a kid, but she was very perceptive. For now, Shangqi doesn’t want that incident interrupting his kid’s moment of glory. So he settles with a, ‘Sure baobei, baba will teach you one day.’ He bobs her crinkled nose.

You decide to interrupt. ‘Now I usually don’t allow this, but who wants boba?’

At this moment, you wondering if you were raising one or two children. ‘Last one out of here is a dumpling!’ Shangqi pretends to sprint ahead with Xiayi running after her father, leaving you behind.

How blessed were you, when this man popped into your life. All because you ran into him on a basketball court years ago?

With Xiayi now, there will definitely be ups and downs, but you felt that as long Shangqi was there with you, nothing felt too much.

A/N: Omg I have no idea how this turned out from the idea in my head HAHA😬 I hope it’s alright! Not an expert in taekwondo or martial arts in general so I tried to rack some basic information that is buried deep in my brain. As always, like and comment if you wish and thank you for reading!❤️

Special shout-out to @wint3r-h3art @crazycookiecrumbles @ntlmundy for encouraging me to write this piece that I had in my brain within such a short span of time! I thought that maybe you would like to read it the moment it comes out🙆🏽‍♀️

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zodiyack · 3 years ago

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Rude! (3,000+ Follower Fic Special 1/3)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Female!Hopper!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Billy stuff, lyrics, fluff

Song: Rude by Magic!

Words: 1,798

Summary: Billy's love for Hopper's daughter is too strong to be stopped by the tough Chief Jim Hopper. Despite being told "not in a thousand years", he plans to love her regardless.

Note: Thank you so so much! I love you all, and writing your ideas, as well as sharing mine with you, has been so fucking fun and amazing! I'm sorry for my lack of words, I wish being an author came in handy with writing this, however, all I can say is that I love you all from the bottom of my heart. I've seen people do shout-outs, and ask-related stuff with their follower things, and I may do that, I'm not sure. For now, I hope you enjoy this... Thank you all, again!

Also 1/3 means that there will be two other fics released for the 3,000+ follower present!

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"Saturday morning, jumped out of bed and put on my best suit. Got in my car and raced like a jet all the way to you. Knocked on your door with my heart in my hands, to ask you a question, 'cause I know that you're an old-fashioned man. Yeah."

Billy was freshly graduated, working as a lifeguard whilst his girlfriend worked her own job, both saving up for their chance to ditch Hawkins and move to California. Sweet Cali. Billy was excited to show the love of his life around the place he called home. Though, physically, he left the salty ocean and windy beach behind, the place never truly left him.

You could see it in his eyes. The waves crashing in his blue orbs. He swore the scent had just barely clung to his belongings; the smell of the tangy air that followed a majority of the state. Working at a pool was the closest he got to the memory of California. Chlorine was most certainly not the salted ocean waters, but with the circumstances, he decided it'd do.

The way his face lit up whenever he talked about his home...it made Y/n more and more excited to see it. His girlfriend had grown up in Hawkins, stayed there her whole life. Never once did the Hoppers leave Hawkins.

But the second that was introduced to Billy, he knew it had to change.

Although they were saving for a big move, Billy had...other things in mind with what to do with his first large pay-check (or series, rather. Working as a lifeguard didn't pay well with just one check). He began to work more shifts to make up for the money he'd spent, and one day after calling in for a day off, he decided to put his plan into action.

"Billy, stop messing with the tie."

"It's annoying." Hands slapped away his attempts of adjusting the black silk tie.

"Well it won't stop being annoying if you keep fucking it up."

For the first time in a long time, Neil Hargrove was calm. Not happy, not amused, not pissed off for some unjust reason- just calm. He wasn't wreaking havoc and he wasn't being an asshole to his son. Billy hadn't seen this side of his dad in quite some time, in fact, he thought something important was going on and he was about to fuck it all up. And then, Susan retreated to the living room with a camera and a freshly ironed suit.

"You're not putting me in that."

"And who asked for your opinion?" Neil deflected with a raised brow. One heavy sigh later and Billy was leaving the bathroom, dawning the whole black and white getup.

Susan clasped her hands over her mouth, a tear leaving her eye, "You look so handsome! Just like your dad!"

Billy rolled his eyes, "Great."

However, his careless attitude was swept under the rug when the blue Camaro pulled up to the police station, interrupting a clearly distressed Chief Hopper bickering with his daughter. Billy had to get himself together before stepping out of the car, jaw slack after seeing the beauty he got to call his date.

"Hello Mr-"

"Don't even try play nice with me, Hargrove. She's not going anywhere with you. End of story." Hopper kept his eyes trained on the blond, body tense like a snake preparing to strike it's prey.

Y/n grabbed Billy's arm, slowly directing him to the car, "And in the sequel, we find out I am going with Billy. End of that story."

"There is no 'sequel.' The writer got drunk and lazy." She paused, turning to face her father who stood tall, arms crossed and face unamused.

"So his daughter picked up where her father left off, and then the sequel was published and the two lived happily ever after, the end."

While her dad attempted to search for a line that would better hers and force her to stay, she pushed Billy toward the driver's side and slid into the car as fast as she could, rolling down the window as Billy started it up. "Bye! I'll be back before midnight!"

The two drove off toward the school, leaving behind a trail of dust and very, very, pissed off Hopper.

Prom was better than Billy thought it would be. He didn't want to go at first, but after Max found out and spoke to her mom about it (the little redhead a cupid-in-the-making), Neil pushed him to go (as he was "doing something else besides being a lazy-no-good rebel"). It was then that he called Y/n and asked if she'd be going.

The suit came in handy. Clashing with his rocker aesthetic, he put it back on once more. The once-annoying tie proved to be somewhat okay in the end.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes, 'cause I need to know. You say I'll never get your blessing "till the day I die, tough luck my friend, but the answer is no!"

Why you gotta be so rude? Don't you know I'm human too? Why you gotta be so rude? I'm gonna marry her anyway. Marry that girl, marry her anyway! Marry that girl, yeah, no matter what you say! Marry that girl, and we'll be a family! Why you gotta be so rude?

With a deep breath, he ran-over the conversation in his head once more. Like a script for an actor, he had thought of every possible outcome and every possible line for him to face it with. He almost chickened out as his fist rose to the door, but it was too late, for his knuckles rapped against it before he realized he was even knocking.

El opened the door, eyes wide when she saw the familiar mullet and button-down. "Papa..." She muttered as she backed away and out of view.

Hopper traded places with her, his lazy expression sobering up instantaneously, replaced with a grumpy scowl. "Hargrove."

"Mr. Hopper, sir."

"What are you doing on my front porch?"

He swallowed roughly, palms sweaty against his sides. "I was wondering if I could talk to you."

"You seem to be doing just that right now, Hargrove." Hop crossed his arms and clenched his jaw.

Well, this was certainly not something Billy had thought of. He was on panic mode internally, attempting to find any response that could save his hide and accomplish what he set out to do. Unfortunately, the word-vomit button seemed to be misplaced under the button labeled "help".

"I'd like to marry your daughter, sir."

Hop's eyes grew just as big in size as El's had when she opened the door. He choked on his own surprise, coughing it off, then glaring at the boy in front of him. "Over my dead body, Hargrove. If that's all, I'd strongly advise you to get off of my fucking porch while you're still alive."

I hate to do this, you leave no choice; can't live without her. Love me or hate me, we will be boys- standing at that alter. And we will fly away, to another galaxy, you know. You know she's in love with me, she will go anywhere I go-

"Billy, he's just stubborn."

"No, no, I don't think he likes me."

Y/n sighed, rubbing her boyfriend's back. He hadn't told her of his proposal plans, only that Hop seemed to have it out for him. "It'll take time, but he'll warm up to you!"

"It's been how many years since he's met me?"

"To be fair, your reputation wasn't doing you any good until now..."

"It's not like that was fucking obvious." He slouched further down in the front seat of his Camaro. To Billy, all hope was lost. If he couldn't get Hopper to give him his blessing, he was sure he'd lose his goddamned mind.

Y/n frowned. Her frown flipped around as an idea popped into her head, her lips finding Billy's knuckles and quirking his attention. "Even if he never likes you, I'm not going anywhere."

Billy laughed softly, "he'll fucking kill me if you go against him."

"Eh, that's only if he can catch us."

"You're out of your fucking mind, Y/n Hopper."

"I know."

The rest of the night was spent in the Camaro, of course, doing one of Billy's favorite pastimes. By the time the sun rose, Billy was sneaking a kiss to a giggling Y/n before dropping from her window in the cabin and running to his car, parked far enough that Hop or El wouldn't notice. He blew her one more kiss, which she pretended to catch, then he broke into a sprint.

Maybe, he thought, just maybe; there was still a chance.

His knuckles hit the door again, shifting on his feet nervously. It swung open to reveal Hopper, an unimpressed look bringing no surprise Billy's way. It was quite expected, honestly.

"What." His tone made it clear he wasn't up for fucking around.

"Mr. Hopper, if you just give me one chance to prove to you that-"

"No, no, no, no, no. Let me make it very clear to you that I want you to have nothing to do with my daughter whatsoever. No marriage, no friendship, I don't even approve of you guys fucking or whatever-"

"We're in a serious relationship, sir. It's nothing like you think it is."

This made Hop laugh. He continued to do so, holding his stomach, until he realized Billy was unamused. "Oh, you're serious?... My answer is still no, Hargrove. My answer will always be no. Go find someone else's daughter's heart to break. You're not hurting mine."

"It's not like-"

Before he could even get the words out, he was met with a door in his face. Turned down, again.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes, 'cause I need to know. You say I'll never get your blessing "till the day I die, tough luck my friend, 'cause the answer's still no!"

Again, again, and again, Billy incessantly pleaded with Hopper. Different tactics were all met with the same answer; rejection.

He held up a sign outside the cabin, only for Hopper to close the curtain and chuckle as he sipped his coffee.

He asked at the door again, only for Hop to threaten to give him a black eye (which was met with "aren't you the sheriff? Isn't that illegal?").

He raced past the police station, Max leaning out the window with another sign, only for Hop to threaten them with holding cells.

He even went as far as to ask Max and El to help, but Hopper had none of that, and sent Max home with a rant full of nos.

However, if Jim Hopper thought any of it would get it into Billy's head that getting his blessing was just not happening- he was as wrong as Nancy when she claimed not to have feelings for Jonathan.

Billy had another plan in mind, and this one was impossible to say no to.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes, 'cause I need to know. You say I'll never get your blessing "till the day I die, tough luck my friend- but no still means no!"

"Hopper." Billy stood before his desk, interrupting his nice date with a delicious doughnut, and earning a very annoyed glare. "I got Miss Byer's blessing. Aren't you two a thing?"

"You son of a-"

"I got Eleven's too."

"Hargrove, I'm gonna-"

"Before you cuss me out, I think you should know that I've got a stable job, an interview with a mechanic so I have a job when the pool closes for the winter, and I've got a house on the market I'm looking at. I'm devoted to your daughter and she's devoted to me. You may not like me, but I think you're a great dad, better than the one I was unfortunately stuck with. You raised a strong and amazing woman. She's incredible and I admit, she deserves better than me-"

"You don't have to say that twice." Hopper huffed, crossing his arms.

"I know she deserves so much better than me, I'm surprised she's even with me too. But she loves me, and I think you can see that. I love her too. I would never, in a million years, break her heart."

Jim stayed silent for a few minutes. The silence brought uneasiness to Billy, but that was intentional on Hopper's behalf. He finally piped up with a cough, clearing his throat, before his piercing eyes met Billy's blue orbs.

"I'll hold you to that, Hargrove."

Bonus:

(after the wedding)

"What was that about a no?" Billy quipped with his infamous smirk.

"You're lucky I'm sheriff, Hargrove."

Why you gotta be so rude?

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The Illusionist

Dannymay2021 prompt: Illusion

My Hero Academia x Danny Phantom crossover Word Count: 5262 Read on: [ao3]

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“A kid?” Shouta asked.

The muffled sound of an explosion echoed from the other side of the phone line.

“He can’t be older than sixteen.” Kamui Woods' voice crackled through the receiver. “Eraserhead, this is going to sound crazy, but the kid has multiple quirks. We can’t get near him. He keeps...shit, he just flew through another wall!”

Shouta shifted his cell between his shoulder and ear, launching himself up a wall and onto the roof of a low building. He surveyed the distance and saw a bright green light flash from across the city.

That must have been them.

“We need you to nullify the quirks so we can contain him till the Illusionment wears off.”

“Alright,” Shouta said, jumping off the roof. “Send me your location. I’m on my way.”

It was a new villain, one that the public had dubbed ‘the Illusionist.’ His quirk was simple, yet effective. If he touched someone, he could make them hallucinate their worst fear.

So far, the heroes and detectives on the case hadn’t been able to figure out much about the Illusionist himself. He never struck the same victim twice, and he didn’t seem to stick around long enough for pro heroes to find him. Not to mention, the majority of his attacks happened in dark alleyways to the local homeless population, far from any cameras that would have been able to pick up his face.

And that fact made Aizawa’s blood boil. Because these weren’t attacks of revenge. No, they were attacks from someone who thought it was fun to mess with the disenfranchised. Someone who enjoyed exerting their powers over those they perceived to be less than, like some kid on a playground squishing ants beneath their sneakers.

The Illusionist’s influence was powerful, and each victim reacted differently. For some, they just froze up, lying motionless until they were found. For others, they lashed out at anyone who dared get close.

And in a society filled with countless unknown quirks, those of his targets who did lash out—though victims themselves—still needed to be dealt with.

The good news was, the quirk’s effects weren’t permanent, and he seemed to require a fairly long recharge time in between each attack. So the pro heroes never had to deal with more than one victim at a time.

So far, the heroes and police force had figured out two ways of dealing with the Illusionists’ victims. Either the victims were knocked out or put to sleep in some way, which seemed to instantly nullify the hallucination, or the victims were captured and taken to the police station to allow the quirk’s effects to naturally run their course.

Considering the heroes really wanted the victims brought in as peacefully as possible, it had been no surprise to Shouta when the other heroes started calling him in for assistance. Especially when the victims’ hallucinations caused them to fight back.

Such as, apparently, this one.

Shouta sprinted around a corner, panting. The cool night air brushed against his face, chilling his skin. He glanced down at his phone, only to see that Wood’s location had moved once again.

Which meant that the unstable, overpowered victim was on the move.

Wonderful.

Just then, his phone lit up.

Shouta didn’t wait to see who it was. “What is it?”

“Eraserhead,” Kamui Woods said. “We’re going to lead him to you. Meet us over by the abandoned antique warehouse. And keep your phone on you, he’s a flight risk. Literally.”

“Understood. Any injuries?”

“A few civilians, but medics are already on it. Nothing serious.”

“Good.”

Shouta hung up and changed his course. He weaved between buildings, kicking up water as puddles splashed at his feet.

If the heroes needed to lure the kid so far away from people, then things weren’t looking good.

Which meant that he needed to end this. Now.

But he didn’t make it to the warehouse. Not before a flying, glowing figure appeared through the wall, crashing into him first.

On instinct, Shouta activated his quirk and sent his capture weapon to the glowing figure, but his quirk had no effect. As soon as the scarf landed on the boy, he jerked away, phasing the scarf through his body.

Shouta blinked, deactivating and reactivating the quirk again. But just like the before, nothing happened. The figure—the boy—just continued to float in the air, his glowing green eyes staring wildly into the hero as if Shouta were the most terrifying human on Earth. He raised his hand, and a neon green swirling ball began to form around his fist.

“Watch out!” a voice behind him yelled.

Aizawa ducked just in time. The green blast hit the wall just above him, burning into the bricks like acid.

“Eraserhead, hurry!” Best Jeanist yelled.

Shouta tried again to activate his quirk, but it was no use.

The boy screamed, powering up an even bigger blast than last time.

“Eraserhead!”

Tree roots shot out in front of Shouta just in time. The blast hit Kamui Woods’ shield, splintering the roots and sending pieces flying through the air.

“Shit!” Shouta deactivated his quirk and jumped back, falling in line with the heros. “He’s resistant to my quirk!”

“We need to get him away from the residential area,” Best Jeanist said. “Force him to the industrial complex.”

“You’re not forcing me anywhere,” the teen roared back in a thick accent. His white glow ebbed and flowed around him as if he were drunk. “I won’t let you get me!”

“What is he seeing?” Shouta asked the three heroes behind him.

“A kidnapping of some sort,” Hound Dog replied.

“He keeps referring to us as ‘Operatives’. We’re unsure what that means.”

Apparently their talking only angered the glowing teen further. He raised a fist and his eyes brightened, changing from green to blue. “You’re not taking me!”

“Go!” Best Jeanist shouted.

The heroes jumped out of the alley just as the teen released the glowing blue energy ball, coating the pavement in a shockwave of jagged ice.

“How many quirks does this kid have?” Kumai Woods exclaimed.

Aizawa landed on the roof and released his capture weapon. “Doesn’t matter. Get him to the warehouse. I have a plan, but I have to make a call first.”

“Got it!”

The heroes jumped off the roof, chasing the kid out the alley and through another building.

“Don’t lose him!” Hound Dog yelled, running around the corner after him.

Shouta stayed back, pulling out his phone and pressing one of his emergency contacts. He watched as another blue beam glowed from a few blocks over, followed by a burst of green.

What the hell is that kid?

He couldn’t believe what he’d witnessed. The kid could talk, could communicate, and yet he had multiple quirks? In the ten seconds Shouta had seen him, he was witness to flight, phase-shifting, glowing, cryokinesis, a green energy beam, and immunity to Shouta’s quirk.

And yet, the kid wasn’t a nomu. He had intelligence. He seemed like he could have been a regular teen. A glowing one, sure, but a regular teen nonetheless.

So how did he end up with multiple quirks? And how did he become the Illusionist’s latest target? The Illusionist had only ever targeted homeless adults before. How did this teen get caught up in the mix?

Unless he was homeless himself.

The ringing stopped, and a tentative voice picked up from the other line. “Sensei?”

Shouta breathed a sigh of relief. “Shinso, I need you to come to the field. I’ll send you a location. We need your quirk.”

“My quirk?” Shinso asked, disbelief evident in his voice.

One day Shouta would crack through that massive layer of insecurity Shinso still clung onto about his quirk.

“Illusionist hit a kid with multiple quirks. We can’t get near him and he’s resistant to my quirk. We need you to subdue him. Put him to sleep.”

“Okay. I’ll be there soon.”

“Sending a location now.”

Shouta hung up and forwarded his location before darting over to the scene, using the sound of the kid’s frantic attacks as his GPS.

His feet pounded on the concrete. His quirk and capture weapon may have been useless against the kid, but that was fine. All he had to do was stall for time before Shinso could subdue him.

There was a loud bang, followed by a crash. Shouta skidded around the block and, using his weapon, launched himself onto a nearby roof.

There was a large hole in the side of a building that thankfully appeared to be empty. Dust clouded the air, but through it Shouta could see the kid backing into the building like a cornered animal, his arms raised and glowing a threatening acid green.

Kumai woods stepped forward slowly, his arms raised above his head. “We don’t want to hurt you!

“Don’t—don’t come another step!” The teen growled, stumbling to the side. His voice had an odd, echoing quality to it. “I’ve escaped your stupid compound once, and I’ll do it again!”

Shouta jumped down from the roof, landing in front of the heroes. He crouched down, trying to appear as non threatening as possible. “What compound?”

The kid let out a bitter laugh. “Don’t act stupid! You were gloating enough last time!”

“We’re not going to take you to a compound,” Kumai Woods tried.

But reasoning with someone under the Illusionist’s influence was futile. Heroes and police officers had attempted it before, and it never worked.

“I’m not an idiot! I know what you do to people like me!”

Shouta froze, alarm bells going off in his head. Something was just... wrong. On a fundamental level, something wrong had happened to this kid. And based on the way his eyes darted around the empty room, he looked about a second away from making an escape.

Okay, Shouta had to stall. If the kid thought that the heroes were kidnappers, then maybe he could draw this out.

He tilted his head questioningly. “Sorry, I’m new here.” He felt his coworkers’ eyes burning against the back of his skull. “I wasn’t here for the last time.”

The kid’s distorted eyes locked onto him. “I’m sure you’ve read the reports.”

“Haven’t had time, actually. This is my first day.”

“You’re still wearing the suit. You’re still with them.”

Shouta stared at him for a moment. The kid’s stark white hair floated as if defying gravity, and the glow around him had almost an ethereal presence. But what stood out the most to him was his clothing. He was dressed like something out of a laboratory. His suit was thin and rubbery, with rubber gloves and boots to match.

He was definitely the product of a science experiment. There was no doubt about it. Likely a trafficked kid taken from another country and transported here for human experimentation.

Aizawa felt sick.

“Where are you from?” he asked.

“You know where.”

“I told you, this is my first day. I just moved here. I don’t know you yet.”

Apparently, that wasn’t good enough for the teen. “I’m not saying anything. You can ask Operative K over there.” He nodded towards Best Jeanist.

“What sorts of things did they do to you? Last time?”

“I—I don’t—” the teen stuttered, the green glow flickering out from his fists. He clamped his hands over his ears. “Shut up!”

“I don’t want to do those things,” Shouta continued. “I don’t want to...use you like that.”

“It doesn’t matter. If you’re with them, you’re here to take me. And I can’t, I can’t do that again. I’ll never let you take me. I’m smarter than your whole organization and you know it.” His eyes brightened with a frantic energy, warping until one eye was green and the other blue. “I’ve escaped from your stupid white compound once, and I’ll do it again.”

Aizawa rose slowly.

This wasn’t looking good.

Hurry up, Shinsho.

The kid raised his arms, and a swirling mass of green and blue encased his fist, traveling up his forearms and swallowing his elbows. It pulsated and grew, casting a shadow over the teen’s face.

“Eraserhead!” Hound Dog warned.

“I’m not going quietly.”

Shouta readied himself to dodge when a flash of purple caught his eye.

“Hey kid!” Shinso called out.

Glowing green and blue snapped over to the source of the new voice. “What?” he hissed.

Shouta could almost see the satisfied smirk under Shinso’s mask.

“Go to sleep.”

The effect was immediate. The mass of energy faded from the kid’s hands, leaving only his natural white glow. He lowered himself to the ground until his toes were touching the cement, then his knees, and finally his head. Then, just when his eyes fluttered close, a white ring appeared at his waist, traveling up his body replacing the glowing, ethereal teen with a small European looking boy.

“Whoa,” Shinso breathed.

Despite the protests behind him, Shouta slowly made his way over to the teen. His white hair had changed to black, and his skin had lost its glow completely. His laboratory clothes had been replaced with ripped jeans and a dirty white and red shirt.

He looked...plain. Boring and scrawny. If Shouta hadn’t witnessed the terrifying figure just moments ago, he could have passed the boy off as just a quirkless kid.

Whatever he was, he was asleep.

“Good job, Hitoshi,” he said, turning back around to face the heroes. Not to his surprise, his husband and other child were among the group. “Present Mic, Todoroki,” he greeted.

Hizashi—ever the optimist—gave Shouta a cheerful wave along with a chipper, “Hello!” while Shouto stood quietly behind the heroes.

“Who is he?” Shinso asked, eyeing the sleeping teen warily.

Best Jeanist made his way over to the group. “Some kid with multiple quirks. Likely from experimentation. With his amount of quirks, we have no idea what he’s like mentally. We need to get him to the police.”

“We sent them your location already. They should be here soon,” Hizashi said.

“Good.”

Shouta gave the kid one last glance.

What happened to him?

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It didn’t take long before the police, led by Detective Tsukauchi, arrived at the scene. They were able to get the kid into quirk inhibitors, load him into the back of a car, and bring him into the station before he woke up.

Yamada brought the boys back home before meeting him at the station. Shouta made a mental note to grab Shinsho his favorite take-out meal tomorrow for his immaculate quirk usage.

When they arrived at the station, they brought a couch into one of the interrogation rooms, put the kid on it, and waited.

Shouta almost felt bad for him. It would have been scary for anyone to wake up after a traumatic hallucination wearing quirk inhibitors in a cold, unfeeling room. But unfortunately, nobody had known the extent of his quirks. Victim or not, he was still unstable.

Aside from sitting upright, the kid hadn’t moved an inch, and he couldn’t seem to be able to pass the inhibitors through his body like he had with Shouta’s capture weapon.

Which was good. That meant that the quirk inhibitors were doing their job.

Shouta stared at him through the one-way mirror. He’d been half expecting the same frantic energy from the teen boy as before, but the teen just sat there quietly. His slumped body language screamed resigned, while his eyes were slowly shifting around the room as if to memorize every speck of dust in the air.

“You would never suspect that kid would have multiple quirks,” Yamada said next to him. “He just looks so...tiny.”

Aizawa took a large gulp of his much-needed coffee. “And yet, he does.”

The door behind them opened, and a woman stepped through. She stopped in front of Detective Tsukauchi. “He’s not registered. We scanned the database and found no record of anyone with multiple quirks that fit his description. In addition, we ran the sample of the green substance from his projection quirk and couldn’t find any matches to any known compounds on record. We’ve sent the samples out for further testing.”

“No matches?” Shouta asked.

“Interesting.” Detective Tsukauchi said. He turned towards the interrogation room’s door. “I believe it’s time to talk to our victim. Suzuki, I want you to stay outside. I think having more than one adult in the room may scare him off. Use your quirk, though. I have a feeling our victim may be a bit wary.”

The woman nodded and stationed herself next to Shouta. She stared at the boy, blinked, and then her eyes began to glow.

“It’s showtime.”

The moment the doorknob moved, the black haired teen’s body language shifted to something more alert, more guarded. His blue eyes tracked Tsukauchi’s movements until the detective had sat down in his metal chair.

“Hello,” he said. “I’m Detective Tsukauchi. Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble today. Would you like some water?”

The teen didn’t respond.

“Do you remember what happened?”

Based on previous victims’ responses, they had always been able to remember the hallucinations, but they couldn’t recall their actions or where they were during those times.

“It’s okay if you don’t. Again, you’re not in trouble.”

But the kid wasn’t relaxing. If anything, he looked more guarded than before. “If I’m not in trouble, then why am I here?”

“You were hit by a quirk,” he explained. “Have you heard of the Illusionist?”

The teen shifted. “Maybe.”

“He’s a villain who makes people experience their worst fears.”

A spark of recognition hit the boy’s eyes, but it was quickly masked by the previous reserved expression. “So I got hit.”

“Yes. So far his targets have all been random attacks.” Tsukauchi opened his manila folder, pulling out photographs and handing them to the teen. “This was from earlier tonight. Do you remember any of this?”

He scanned the photographs, and Aizawa watched as the color drained from the teen’s face. He stared at the folder in silence for a moment before his shaky voice said, “If I’m not in trouble, I’d like to leave.”

“We just have a few questions we’d like to ask in order to help us catch him.”

“I want to leave.”

Detective Tsukauchi seemed unphased by the kid’s request. “Alright, can I get your name? We can call your parents to come pick you up.”

As expected, the teen didn’t like this. He shoved the photographs back into Tsukauchi’s hands, leaned back against the couch, and crossed his arms. “I’m eighteen. Can I go now?”

“He’s lying,” Detective Suzuki whispered next to them.

Recognition sparked in Shouta’s brain. He remembered her, she had a Lie Detection quirk. It was quite useful for police work.

“In that case, we were unable to obtain any record of any adult with your quirk combinations. Japanese law dictates that every citizen must be registered in our quirk database. So if you are unregistered, then we’d need to go through the registration process before we can release you.”

“I’m not a Japanese citizen.”

“You here on vacation?”

The kid glared to the wall. “Something like that.”

“American?”

“Yeah.”

“How long have you been visiting?”

The teen shrugged.

Tsukauchi jotted something down in his notebook. “Then I’d need to see your passport and visitor’s documentation for the official record, since you are now a victim in an ongoing investigation.”

The teen’s eyes narrowed, and he slumped down further into the cushion. “I don’t have any.”

“What happened to it?”

The teen shrugged.

Yamada leaned into Shouta’s ear. “He’s backed into a corner.”

“Yup,” Shouta took another swig at his coffee. “He can’t get out of this one.”

The teen huffed, frustration and a tint of fear strewn across his features. He ran a hand through his messy black hair. “Listen, can I just go? I don’t remember anything, okay? I was just sleeping and then all of the sudden I...I...he got me. But I swear I wasn’t doing anything, and I didn’t see his face.”

Detective Tsukauchi nodded compassionately. “I’m very sorry that this happened to you. It’s a very vivid and traumatic experience to go through. Unfortunately, we’re in a bit of a bind currently seeing as you are either an unregistered quirk user, or you have no proof that you’re in this country legally. Now if it’s true that you’re eighteen, we can’t let you leave without contacting the US embassy to get your identification.”

Any color left in the teen’s face vanished. “What if...what if they can’t identify me?”

“Can’t identify you? For what reason?”

The teen stood suddenly and walked over to the wall. His hands trembled, and he looked downright terrified.

Who was he scared of?

He picked at the ragged hem of his shirt. “I don’t—I’m not exactly…they—they just don’t know I exist.”

Shouta glanced at Suzuki, who seemed perplexed.

“Is he telling the truth?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Suzuki said. “I don’t know how it’s possible, but he at least believes that he doesn’t have citizenship in Japan or the United States.”

“Even though he’s American.”

“Exactly.”

Aizawa’s brows furrowed, and he looked back at the teen, who was pressed up against the wall wringing his wrists with his fingers.

“Can you give me your name?” Detective Tsukauchi asked.

The teen bit his lip. “Uh it’s—it’s…” His voice was strangled. “It’s Danny Fenton.”

“He’s telling the truth.”

Detective Tsukauchi gave him a comforting smile. “Okay, Danny. And do you know where you were born?”

“Uh…The United States.”

“But, and correct me if I’m wrong, you have no birth certificate? And no documentation to show legal entry to Japan?”

“I—yeah.”

“And you’re here in Japan now. Where have you been staying exactly?”

Danny’s eyes darted around the room. “I don’t know...around?”

“Okay,” Detective Tsukauchi shut his manila folder and stood. “Again, you’re not in trouble. You were a victim of a very serious crime, and we’re here to help you. I’m going to make a quick call, and I’ll be right back. The door’s unlocked if you need anything.”

If anything, that only made Danny look more anxious than before. He nodded, his face sheet white, and he tugged at the inhibitors on his wrists.

“What’s gonna happen to him?” Yamada asked quietly. He was dressed in his civilian clothes, and his hair was thrown up into a messy low bun. Without his uniform, his compassion towards the child shined out like a beacon.

It was one of the many qualities that Shouta loved about him. His strong sense to protect the innocent, his caring nature to kids and those who were vulnerable in society, and the kindness he radiating from his being were qualities that were rare even among heroes.

“We’ll contact the US embassy, but if the boy’s telling the truth and he doesn’t have a social security number or birth certificate, then he’ll get picked up by Musutafu’s social services and he’ll be put into the system.”

Yamada stared sadly at the child through the mirror. “He’ll just run away again.”

“He will,” Shouta agreed.

“I wish we could help him.”

Shouta sighed. “We can’t save everyone.”

“But you see it, don’t you?” Yamada asked. “There’s something going on that the kid’s not telling us. How else could he have gotten multiple quirks? Do you think it has anything to do with the League?”

Shouta glanced back at Danny, who was currently crouched against the wall with his head in his hands. He looked so small, so fragile. Aizawa could only wonder what events had led him here.

Just who was Danny Fenton?

“Shouta, we can’t let him out on his own. We just can’t.”

Shouta sighed, running his thumb along the side of his coffee cup. “I know,” he said.

And he meant it.

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“So…” Shouta started.

Danny just looked tired.

It had been a long night. Detective Tsukauchi got a hold of the US embassy’s emergency line, but they didn’t have any records of a Danny Fenton that had left the United States, nor did they have a single missing children’s report of a Danny Fenton, nor could they supposedly dig up any information of a Danny Fenton based on the information that Danny himself supplied, specifically that he was born in Illinois in a city called Amity Park.

It was as if he didn’t exist.

Detective Suzuki’s quirk was powerful, and it didn’t seem like Danny was able to fool it. After he met her and she explained her quirk to him, he finally admitted he was only fifteen. So then who was this kid? If he was from Amity Park, why did the United States have no record of him?

The heroes knew he had parents, but apparently—and Suzuki confirmed this—they’d disowned him, giving him to some shady organization. Danny wouldn’t say to who ended up with custody of him, but from what they’d been able to piece together, it hadn’t been good.

And any further digging just resulted in Danny clamming up.

So Danny was a runaway, one that apparently didn’t exist in either country he had lived in. And there was something out there that had terrified him into escaping to Musutafu and hiding here.

But he wouldn’t say what.

Regardless, the Musutafu police department now had a case of a minor in Japan who didn’t have any parents, guardians, or any known relatives in the country, nor did he have any record of housing at any point.

It was as if this kid were a ghost or something.

“What’s gonna happen to me?” Danny asked, hugging himself in his chair.

He seemed smaller up close. Too small.

“Well, social services will take you and place you in foster care,” Shouta responded.

“Oh…” Danny looked down. “You know...you’ve seen my powers. I’ll just disappear the moment we leave this building.”

Shouta raised his brows.

Of course, they all knew it. But the kid certainly had guts for admitting it out loud.

“Who are you running from?” Shouta asked.

Danny blinked at his bluntness. “No one.”

Shouta leaned in. “Is it the League of Villains? Are you connected with them?”

Danny’s arms shot out from his sides, waving frantically in front of his face. “No! No, I swear! I’m not a villain!”

“I didn’t say that.”

“I…” Danny looked lost.

“You have multiple quirks. That’s something the league’s been experimenting with. And they’re not shy about using real people to do so.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what to say. I’ve never met them.”

“But you weren’t born with multiple quirks,” Shouta said. “Something happened that made you this way.”

He could see as all the pieces slowly crumbled inside Danny. The kid went from looking confused, to downright terrified.

Bingo.

Aizawa’s instincts never failed him.

“Please, just let me go,” Danny begged. “I promise I won’t do anything. Please don’t hurt me.”

Shouta’s eyes widened. “Kid, slow down. I’m not here to hurt you. Okay? I’m on your side.”

That didn’t seem to help Danny at all.

Shouta set his arms on the table where Danny could see them. “You know, one of my foster kids has multiple quirks.” It was a half lie, but he didn’t think that Shouto would mind.

Sure enough, that seemed to pique Danny’s interests. “Really?”

“Yeah. Great kid, about your age. His father was experimenting with creating children who could house multiple quirks to offset his own quirk’s disadvantages, and my foster son came out of it. Just like you, he spent a lot of his life hiding too. He was alone, and scared. He didn’t know what to do or who he could trust, so he just hid.”

“What changed?” Danny asked.

“He asked for help,” Shouta said. “And we were able to bring him into a stable home.”

Danny’s eyes clouded over, and his face transformed into one of longing. As if he were visiting a memory that had long since abandoned him.

“We can get you that help too if you ask for it.”

“I...I can’t…”

Shouta sighed. “How long are you going to keep hiding? Running? Are you really okay with spending the rest of your life out on the streets?”

Danny ducked his head down. “It’s not so bad,” he muttered.

“But kid, you deserve so much more than that.”

The teen’s shoulders shuddered. He sniffed, and his hand shot up to wipe his eye.

Shouta refused to look away from him. “I don’t know how you got here, I have no idea what you’ve been through, but I know that you didn’t deserve it, and that regardless of what you think, you deserve a safe place to go home to.”

“I...I…” he croaked, curling into himself. Tears splashed onto his cheeks.

“You’re strong, you’ve done so much alone. Now we can help you.”

“I can’t…”

“You can, Danny.”

At that, Danny broke. He squeezed his eyes shut, twisting his hoodie in his hands. Shouta watched as he tried to muffle his sobs, but he couldn’t. His body shook as his emotions poured into the open.

Shouta didn’t know how long this kid had been holding it all in. Just how many days, weeks, months had he been shoving everything down, too focused on surviving each day to be able to stop and feel?

Pain stabbed Shouta’s heart. He remembered that torment all too well, one of homelessness, of abuse, of not knowing where his next meal was coming from and fighting for the bare necessities. Although he wasn’t so much of a soft, touchy-feely guy himself, right now he wanted nothing more than to reach over and hug the crying teen.

When it seemed like Danny was finally able to pull himself together, Shouta leaned in and asked, “Will you let me help you, Danny?”

Danny scrubbed at his eyes and nodded.

“If you want,” he said, making sure to articulate each word clearly. “I can assist you in getting placed in a good home. There’s another option too.”

“Yeah?”

“The other option is you can stay with me.”

Danny stilled, his eyes shooting open and his lips dropping to form a small ‘o’.

“My husband and I have a city approved foster home, and we also happen to have an open bed at the moment. Given your unique situation, I have the option of housing you if you’ll let me.”

Danny didn’t respond. He just continued to stare at Shouta in shock.

“Of course,” Shouta said quickly. “If you are uncomfortable with that, and it’s okay if you are, there are other good foster homes out there that I personally know and can get you placed in. It’s whatever you prefer.”

The teen closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he finally looked back at Shouta, he had that same longing expression as before. “If it’s alright...could I stay with you? At least for a little while?”

The corners of his lips tugged up. He remembered all too well when Yamada turned to him just before Shouta was about to age out of the foster system and asked him if he wanted to move in together. He remembered the shock, the surprise that anyone could possibly care that much about him, that anyone would want to live with him.

And now, he had a family. One that was about to become a little bigger.

“Of course. I’d love to have you.”

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ray-ray-writings · 4 years ago

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can i request an imagine in the dream smp where the reader is tommys older sister and when he gets exiled she goes to visit him to ask him to come live with her (she lives away from the town to stay out of drama) but when she get there she sees dream destroying all his stuff so she fights him and tells him lo leave tommy alone then takes Tommy home with her (i just want to protect this small child sm) thank you 💕 i really enjoy your writing

Thank you for the request friend! I’m so sorry that it took so long to complete, but I hope you enjoy.

Bring Him Home-Brother!Tommyinnit

As soon as you were able to, you moved out of the DreamSMP. Don’t get me wrong, you loved your family and wanted to be around them, but you just couldn’t handle the drama. You’d known Dream for a while and you knew that with him slowly gaining control of the SMP that things were definitely going to take a turn for the worst sooner or later. And as you predicted, it had.

You kept up with everything that your brothers had done throughout the years, supporting them from the comfort of your home, thousands of blocks away from the action. You received letters from all four of the men in your family, but none more frequently than your younger brother Tommy.

Tommy told you everything, kept you updated. The two of you had always been rather close, bonding over feeling slightly abandoned by your father. You became a source of confidence for the young blonde, someone he could tell anything and everything to. Someone he could joke with but also be vulnerable with. He didn’t visit you often, but when he did the two of you made the absolute most of it.

This is why when you received the distress letter, you dropped everything to make your way to him.

Tommy’s weekly letter came and you eager opened it and let your eyes scan the words as fast as you could, eager to know what he and Tubbo had gotten up to with the new responsibility of the country on their shoulders. But as you read, your eyebrows furrowed. The sloppily written words seemed rushed as Tommy explained to you the result of what he thought would be a practical joke. He tried to assure you not to worry though, Ghostbur had come with him and Dream visited everyday.

You carefully set the letter down on the countertop and stare off into the distance as you begin to ponder your next move. You ignore Tommy’s “assurance” and allow the worry to fill your veins. Ghostbur wasn’t the same as Wilbur, he wouldn’t be good at taking care of your brother. And Dream wouldn’t be much better, he was the one that put him there for goodness sakes.

The coordinates that Tommy had included in his letter tempted you as your eyes scanned over them…. That’s not too far from where you were. Maybe half a day's trip… You could go visit him. And technically, he never states that he has to stay in that particular location for his exile. If he wanted to, he could come home with you.

With that thought, you’ve made up your mind. You quickly pack up some materials, food, water, building blocks, your weapons and armor, before picking the letter up and exiting your home. Your eyes scan the cords again before turning and beginning your trip to Tommy.

Like I said, it’s only about half a day’s trip and so you get there when the sun is still high in the sky. You sigh in relief as a pitiful pitched tent greets you, at least Tommy wrote the cords correctly. You pick up your pace slightly, eager to see your brother. Your pace turns into a sprint when his loud shouts fill the air, followed by an even louder boom.

You draw closer to his camp and you find Tommy standing across from Dream, the two are staring into a hole, Tommy on the verge of tears and Dream holding a flint and steel. “Why would you do that?” Tommy cries out, “I worked so hard to gather all that stuff! Why do you keep coming back and blowing it up?”

“I’m sorry, he does what?” you growl out before you can stop yourself. Both of their heads snap to you and Tommy gasps in excitement at the sight of me. He shouts your name and rushes toward you, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug, burying his face in your neck. You wrap your arms around him too, hugging him just as tightly in return.

“I missed you so much Y/N,” Tommy mumbles against your skin, and you can tell he’s trying not to cry. It really had been a long time since the two of you had seen each other.

“I missed you too Tommy… Missed you so much,” you coo in response, placing a comforting hand on the top of his head, pushing him closer to you, subsciously wanting to hide him from Dream’s stare.

“Y/N… this is a surprise,” Dream states sheepishly, pocketing the flint and steel before rubbing the back of his head and looking at the ground to avoid your glare.

“Oh I’m sure it is. You don’t expect anyone to come and stop your plans anymore, do you Dream? You take what you want without even considering what other people might do. Well guess what Dream? I’m not scared of you. I’m really not. You may have everyone else wrapped around your little finger, but I’m not buying it. Now, I’m going to need you to leave me and my brother alone now, and not come back.”

Dream looked like he was about to protest and tell you off, but a harsh glare from you makes him shut his mouth, gulp, and nod. “I’ll see you later, Tommy,” he mumbles, turning on his heel and stalking away from the two of us. I watched him and held Tommy to me until he was out of sight, and then even a few moments after that.

You let out a sigh and released your tight grip on your brother and let him pull himself away from your chest. “Thank you for that… What are you doing here?”

“What? I have to have a reason to visit my baby brother?”

Tommy simply raises an eyebrow at you and crosses his arm across his chest which makes you sigh. “Okay, well maybe I’m here for a reason… I wanted to see if maybe… maybe you wanted to come live with me?”

Tommy’s face immediately lightens and his arms uncross at your offer. “I mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to. I just know that the two you mentioned in your letter wouldn’t be that good at looking out for you, and I meant what I said, I missed you and so I thought that maybe if you needed a place to stay while your in exile, you could stay at mine… but like I said you really don’t have to if you don’t--”

You ramble is cut off by Tommy throwing himself back into your arms, making you wrap your arms around him in return. You two hug for a few moments before you hear Tommy mumble. “You mean it? You really want me to live with you?”

Your heart breaks at the fact that Tommy needs confirmation that you want him in your home. “Yes Tommy. I mean it. I want you to come live with me. I wouldn’t have come or offered if I didn’t want you.”

Your answer seems to satisfy the boy because he asks you no more questions. You press a small kiss to the top of your brother’s head before letting him go from the hug. “Now, go get packed up, I’d like to get home before sundown and that will only happen if we leave within the next half hour.” Tommy pulls himself away from you and give you a small smile and quick nod before he shoots away from your side and begins to shove the things that Dream hadn’t blown up back into his inventory.

You wait patiently as he gathers his belongings around the camp. Once he’s all packed up, he moves to stand by your side and gives you a nod, “Okay! I’m ready.” You return the nod and wrap your arm around him. The two of you begin the journey back to your house. As you two walk, Tommy begins tot tell you everything that he wasn’t able to it in his letters, all of the small details and the funny stories that had happened in between each major event. You let him. You let him ramble about anything that pops into his head and you listen. You had missed your brother so much. And now you were able to bring him home. Who knows, maybe he’ll like living with you so much, he won’t leave… that wouldn’t be too bad.

Welcome home Tommy. Welcome home.

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heliads · 4 years ago

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Never Trust Your Friends

Y/N might have feelings for Newt, the newly arrived blond runner. Newt might have feelings for Y/N, the second in command who’s been in the Glade longer than anyone except Alby. When Minho and Alby assign them both to work together on a project, they’re sure it won’t end well.

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If he were smart, Newt would not be staring. He would be focused on his friends, on the bubble of chatter surrounding him. He would most certainly not be staring at the girl and boy across the Glade who stand together, speaking in hushed tones. They’re leaning against a wall of the Homestead, exchanging words as their eyes cut across the Glade, lingering on different people. Alby gestures towards the scraggly woods of the Deadheads and says something, Y/N nods and counters his point. But Newt doesn’t know any of this, because he is decidedly not looking at them. Not at all.

There’s a laugh from behind him, and Newt belatedly turns to see Minho striding up next to him. “If you spend any more time focusing at Y/N instead of your food, Frypan’s going to burst into tears.” Newt glares at his friend. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Minho just grins. “I’m sure you don’t. Are you obsessed with Alby instead? Is that why you keep looking over at them?” Newt shoves Minho, but the dark-haired boy just laughs harder.

Maybe Newt’s not exactly being subtle. Yet even after Minho walks away, still chuckling quietly to himself, Newt’s gaze flickers back to Y/N and Alby. Their heads are bowed in conversation as they talk over every aspect of life in the Glade. Alby’s first in command and Y/N is second, and between the two of them, they’ve managed to make life here in the Maze make sense. At least, as well as you can when you’re a group of teenagers living in a giant bugging labyrinth.

Alby was the first one to show up in the Glade. Newt can’t even begin to imagine what it must have been like to arrive in the Box, utterly alone except for the shrieks of the Grievers at night. Y/N came up next, and the two of them had to figure out how to survive with no one else around. They don’t trust anyone as well as they trust each other, although that’s no surprise. They had each other’s backs when nothing made sense, and their friendship has only grown as more and more people arrived at the Glade.

Some days, Newt wonders if he could have been able to do the same- show up in the Glade with only one other person and not lose his bloody mind. No matter how hard it was, how many times they came close to giving in, Y/N and Alby still managed to set up the Glade and all of its rules, which have lasted the months until now. Newt came up a couple months after them, and he’s been able to watch as Y/N and Alby shape the very lifestyle of the Glade.

Somehow, it doesn’t surprise Newt that Y/N and Alby were the first ones sent up through the Box. He doubts anyone else could have managed the daunting task of running the Glade and keeping everyone in line. Newt can still see them now, where they always meet at the end of the day to run through everything that happened and make mental checklists of what needs to be accomplished tomorrow. Newt is lucky he’s a runner- all he has to do is keep moving. Y/N and Alby have to consider the wellbeing of every single one of these poor shanks, and Newt just wears holes in his trainers alongside Minho.

Newt stands up, stretching. He hands his empty plate to Frypan, heading back towards the Map Room to make sure the day’s run has been properly catalogued. Just before he disappears into the only half-completed wooden hut, Newt glances over his shoulder one last time. A slight smile appears on his face when he sees Y/N. Of all the Gladers, she might just be his favorite.

You’re considering a tomato plant in front of you when you first see them. Today, you’ve been directed to work with the track-hoes: some slinthead was fool enough to mess with the builders and now he’s spending the day under the watchful gaze of the Med-jacks. There are barely enough track-hoes as it is, so you’ll be filling in the spot until the guy heals sufficiently to garden once more. That’s the role of a second-in-command, you suppose, doing whatever needs to be done.

The tomato plant in question is finally ripe. You’ve been eyeing it for a couple of days now, and you think it looks good. You reach for a makeshift basket, propping it up on your hip while you pluck the crimson red vegetables (or is it fruits?) from the stem. A sudden movement beyond the rows of plants distracts you, and you look up to see the figures of two boys running through the Glade, having just left the towering walls of the Maze behind them. Newt and Minho, done with their day’s work as Runners.

They spot you and smile, and you raise a hand in greeting. You do your best to look casual, effortlessly cool, but you’re not sure that you’ve succeeded. Your eyes linger on Newt for maybe a second longer than they should, and you watch as the boys head towards the Map Room while their path is still locked in their memory. You thought no one else was around to witness the blush creeping onto your cheeks, but if there’s one thing you should have learned throughout all of your months in the Glade, it’s that nothing will ever go your way. Ever.

Alby leans a hand against the tomato plant in front of you, startling you from your thoughts. You do your best to quell your flinch of surprise, but it’s no good. He’s already grinning with barely suppressed laughter. “I thought you were supposed to be staring at the tomatoes, not the Runners.” You hit him with your gardening glove, but it does nothing to staunch the gleam of triumph in his eyes. “Am I not allowed to greet my friends? Should I turn my back and ignore them instead?”

Alby crosses his arms on his chest. “I didn’t realize greeting your friends involved watching the blond one from the second he entered the Glade.” You look around frantically, making sure Zart and the others can’t hear you, before reaching to swat Alby once more, although this time he’s expecting it and dodges out of the way. He frowns at you. “Hey, rule number two. Never hurt another Glader. I thought you were the one who came up with that.”

You shoot him a look. “I wrote that rule before you started making fun of me. If you’re not careful I’ll revoke it.” Alby shakes his head. “Afraid not. I outrank you.” You mutter something under your breath. “Not if I get rid of you first. I’d have to replace you.” Alby just grins. “If you kill me, you’ll have to explain a homicide to Newt. How would he like you then?” You can only hope that Newt is still in the Map Room, because otherwise the blond boy would see you chasing a laughing Alby out of the gardens with an outraged shout.

It’s a new month, a new day. Newt hears the loud alarm of the Box before he sees it show up, and he and a few others make their way to the center of the Glade to see what new Greenie has been brought before them. He and Minho had managed to get through their section early, so they get to witness the arrival of the latest Greenbean along with the others. About ten minutes later, there’s a shuddering jolt as the Box locks into position.

Newt helps the others fling the doors to the Box open, and just like clockwork, a boy lies on the ground, flung back by the force of the Box coming to a stop. He squints up at the Gladers lining the edge of the Box, blinded by the sunlight. Gally jumps into the Box, offering a hand and the usual declaration- “Day one, Greenie. Rise and shine.”

The Greenie looks as confused as anyone else. He’s tall, with dirty blond hair and a faded off-white t-shirt. The guy’s apparently got the chops to be a runner, as he takes off in a sprint the second his feet touch the ground of the Glade. He doesn’t go far, though, too stunned by the looming walls of the Maze to leave the grassy clearing. Later, Newt hears him shout out his name in a stunned gasp- Ben, Newt thinks he said.

Some Glader arrives to take the Greenie on a tour, so Newt turns his attention back to the Box and the crates awaiting attention within. Newt sees Minho head over to Alby, and the Runner says a few words in a low whisper. Identical, crafty grins spread over both of the boys’ faces, and a sudden feeling of dread rolls over in Newt’s stomach as the boys glance over at him. Alby steps forward. “Okay, you know the drill. Time to check the contents of the Box. This time, the lucky shanks will be, uh, Y/N and Newt.”

Newt stares at Minho in barely suppressed outrage, while his friend does his best to contain a laugh. Newt can practically read the boy’s mind- You won’t talk to her yourself, I’ll do it for you. After a second’s hesitation, Newt strides over, jumping down into the Box and landing with a mild impact on the metal floor. Y/N leaps down a few moments after him, and Newt can hear the sound of the other Gladers returning to their usual jobs above them. Within seconds, it’s just Newt and Y/N in the Box. What is he supposed to do now?

The only thing he can do is what Alby asked him to do- unload the crates of supplies. Y/N pulls a worn pad of paper from her pocket, flipping to a fresh sheet and beginning to jot down the contents. Newt helps to pry open some boxes, checking what’s inside and reporting back. After the fifth box or so, Y/N groans, leaning against the cool metal walls of the Box as a reprieve from the boredom of the tasks. “Shuck, I hate Greenie Day.”

Newt smiles in spite of himself. “Because of the Box or because of the greenie?” Y/N glances over at him. “Both. Too many boxes, and now some new guy’s going to follow me around all day asking questions.” Newt leans over a nearby crate, trying and failing to drum up the energy to continue cataloging the supplies. “Hey, you made Alby go take the tour with the Greenie. That puts the majority of the questions on him.”

Y/N smirks at that. “It’s what he deserves for making me do manual labor.” Newt frowns. “You work with the track-hoes all the time.” Y/N flashes him a grin that makes Newt’s heart freeze in his chest. “That’s different.” Newt returns her grin. “Is it, or are you just complaining?” Y/N sticks her tongue out at him, but she stands up and continues on to the next crate. “I’m ignoring that.” When she hands him another box, their hands touch briefly, and Newt’s distracted from all thoughts of greenies and track-hoes or anything in this bloody Maze. Maybe Minho isn’t so bad after all for sending him down here.

You’re going to kill Alby. There’s no question about it. You’re going to kill him, and there’s nothing he can do to stop you. He knew exactly what he was doing when he sent you down here, and that triumphant smirk on his face when he announced you’d be working with Newt was just the icing on the cake. Of course he’d send you down to the enclosed box with the boy you’ve been crushing on since he arrived here- Alby’s out for blood. Why would he pass up such a golden, perfect, absolutely ruthless opportunity?

It’s all you can do to focus on the crates. You’re gripping the pad of paper like it’s a lifesaver, and honestly, it just might be. Every moment that you spend meticulously copying down the supplies is a moment that you don’t spend looking over at Newt, and the way his golden hair flops down just slightly over his eyes, or the way his arms move when he’s lifting the boxes, or that slight curve of a smile when he looks over at you-

Yes, there’s no question about it- you’re absolutely smitten. If you weren’t sure before, you’re positive now. You do your best to focus on the work at hand instead of the unfairly attractive boy next to you, but it only does so much. That being said, there are enough crates to last far longer than you’d want. The light of late afternoon is shifting into dusk, and by the time Newt is tossing the final crate out onto the grass of the Glade, it’s dark enough that the walls of the Box seem to melt away into the dimly lit air.

Newt stretches his arms. “Well, I’m glad that’s over.” You can’t help a joke. “I can’t wait for next month.” He frowns. “You’re the second in command, aren’t you? Just write us out of this job in particular.” You roll your eyes. “Even second in commands have to follow the rules, even if I’d rather break them.” Newt grins, leaning casually against the wall. “I’ve seen the amount of stuff you and Alby have to handle. I think it would be alright if you skipped out on Box duty every now and then.”

You consider him for a second. “I like the way you think. Honestly, I think you would make a good second in command. If you ever get tired of being a Runner, the position is always open.” Newt shakes his head. “What about you? I can’t take your job away.” You shrug. “I’d step aside for you. You’re the only one in this entire Glade that I think could handle it.”

Newt straightens up, stepping away from the wall to move closer to you. “You mean it?” You stare at him, at the few inches separating him from you. “Yes. I trust you.” Newt nods slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. Then, as if on an impulse, he leans forward and kisses you. You barely have a moment to realize it’s happening before he breaks away, something like regret beginning to color his eyes. “I didn’t mean to- I’m sorry-”

You cut off his whispers by kissing him again. This time, he doesn’t lean away, not for a while. The two of you stay there, arms wrapped around each other as the darkness falls fully against you, until the lights of the bonfire begin to blaze through the night. Newt smiles down at you, eyes shining with the starlight. “We should probably go before Minho and Alby come to see why we’re taking so long.” You laugh at that. “I’d hate to give them the satisfaction of being right.” Newt shares your laugh, then bends down to kiss you one last time before jumping out of the Box. You watch him as he stands there, silhouette barely visible against the dark, and when he extends a hand down to help you up, you take it without a second’s hesitation.

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griffintail · 4 years ago

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His Little Star

Summary: The results are in.

Pairings: Parental! Wilbur x F! Child! Reader

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Warnings: The Election, Blood, Angst, Lost Lives, Death

A/N: It’s canon.

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“We’ll win daddy, I’m sure.” (Y/N) gave a bright smile as Wilbur adjusted her hat on her head.

“I’m sure we will little star.” He smiled lightly at her. “Now, come on. Everyone will be waiting for us.”

He took her hand and the two of them walked together, to go beyond their inner walls to get to the podium where the results would be read by himself. (Y/N) had confidence and so did he. This was his nation, his people! He started this safe haven for them and he would keep it that way by keeping the power to protect them.

People had gathered around already, sitting in their seats to hear the election results.

Today was the day.

“There you are,” Tommy said, sweating slightly.

“Calm now my Vice President.” Wilbur smiled. “Have some confidence in us alright?”

Tommy nodded, wringing his hat slightly before straightening it out and putting it on his head, giving Wilbur a salute. “Yes sir.”

“There he is.” Wilbur gripped his shoulder. “I need to read out the results, I need you to have a hand on (Y/N) for me.”

“Yeah, alright. Come on dork.” Tommy said.

“Tommy,” Wilbur warned.

“Sorry!” Tommy raised one hand as his other took her free hand.

“I won’t be far little star.” Wilbur smiled before the trio went onto the stage.

Cheers and claps sounded. Wilbur acknowledged them as Tubbo gave him the election results envelope before scurrying down into the audience. He already knew about Schlatt and Quackity’s new partnership but he knew he could do this.

“Hello, gentlemen.” Wilbur nodded his head to them, George standing next to Quackity’s side and Schlatt standing with his arms crossed. “And my son.”

Fundy had joined extremely late into the campaigning and when Wilbur found out, he was proud of his son for standing up for himself but it broke his heart at the same time. It had also broken (Y/N)’s heart as well when he had to tell her why Fundy wouldn’t be around for a little while. She had given a small tantrum, a rare sight, as she didn’t understand why her brother wouldn’t stand with him and her.

“Wilbur,” Schlatt smirked.

“You seem rather well today,” Wilbur commented.

“I’m here to win, need to look my best.” The goat man shrugged, looking over at the little girl holding onto Tommy’s hand. “Brought the little brat along?”

Wilbur straightened up taller as he took note that his son did as well. “I would kindly ask you not to call my daughter such names.”

Schlatt snorted as he made eye contact with the little girl. “Hey, brat, ready to watch your dad lose?”

Wilbur was surprised as (Y/N) stood tall herself, a frown on her face. “Daddy is president, he’ll win. Pog 2020!”

Wilbur grinned; that was his little star.

“You heard my little star. Now, gentlemen, to your places. It’s time to announce the results.”

Everyone went to their spots as Tommy whispered to (Y/N), “Next time we’ll teach you to swear at him.”

Wilbur rolled his eyes, still smiling at Tommy’s antics. Then he looked at the crowd, taking a deep breath before starting.

“My fellow L’Manbergians. Thank you for coming here today to watch a historic moment! The passing over of the presidency for the first election of L’Manberg. I have with me the election results of the four parties: Swag 2020, Pog 2020, Coconut 2020, and Schlatt 2020. Now the turn out of this election was astounding.” Wilbur nodded. “Without further ado, I want to go through the election results.”

Opening the envelope, Wilbur looked at the votes, and…they won! They had the most votes! But…wait…his math had to be wrong…That can’t be right…

Gripping the paper, he glanced at his little star, bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet, Tommy trying to get her to stop.

Their L’Manberg…

Steeling himself, he spoke.

“With nine percent of the vote, in fourth place is Coconut 2020,” Wilbur announced, Fundy clapping for himself with a few polite claps. “With thirteen percent of the vote, coming in third place is Schlatt 2020.”

There were more polite claps from the crowd as a few were shocked after the upbringing he had brought halfway into the campaigning.

“Now, that just leaves two parties left. That leaves the two major front runners as the final options.” Wilbur’s heart pounded as he stared at the numbers for a moment before looking at the crowd. “In second place thirty percent of the popular vote, led by the party leader Quackity, Swag 2020.”

(Y/N) immediately started clapping and jumping as Tommy lifted her up himself and cheered.

“Meaning that the winner of the first popular vote by forty-five percent is Pog 2020.” Wilbur’s voice went quieter hearing the people cheer with his daughter and brother.

This was their L’Manberg but…

“Listen! Listen, listen.” Wilbur called for silence and Tommy stopped, looking at Wilbur with a grin, (Y/N) trying her best to contain her excitement but failing. “Please stop celebrating.” He put the paper down as he looked at Tommy and (Y/N). “Two nights ago, on the night of the election.”

Taking a deep breath, he told everyone as he still addressed the two, Tommy’s grin falling.

“Quackity made a deal with the leader of Schlatt 2020. Mr. Jschlatt. Quackity said, no matter what happens, Quackity would pool Swag 2020 votes on with Schlatt 2020 votes.” He turned to the people. “Pog 2020 got forty-five percent of the popular vote. Meaning that the coalition government of Schlatt and Swag 2020 got forty-six percent of the votes! Meaning that tonight, ladies and gentlemen on Tuesday the twenty-second of September 2020, Schlatt 2020 has been inaugurated.”

“What does that mean?” (Y/N) whispered to Tommy, whimpering quietly at all the loud shouting as Tommy froze in shock.

Wilbur took off his hat and cleared his throat, being as polite as possible as he offered the stage to Schlatt before taking Tommy’s shoulder.

“Come on Tommy, we’re citizens tonight,” Wilbur muttered.

“No.” (Y/N) had tears in her eyes and Wilbur gave her a sad smile.

He took her out of Tommy’s hold and held her instead, wiping her tears.

“It’s ok little star. It’s still our L’Manberg. Alright?” He kissed her forehead, giving her a seat before sitting next to her. “Things just…might be a little different.”

He took her hand gently and instead she hugged his arm as Tommy sat next to him as well still in a state of shock. One percent…

Schlatt tapped on the mic, grinning wickedly. “Well…that was pretty easy.” He held his arms out.

(Y/N) gripped onto his arm tighter as she watched the man with wicked horns. Wilbur removed her hat and gently ran a hand through her hair. They were both devastated with the results, they had both been so confident…

They still had their home but Wilbur couldn’t protect it right anymore! His little star…

“You know what I said, the day I started my campaign. I said things are gonna change. I looked every citizen of L’Manberg in the eyes and I said you listen to me; this place will be a lot different tomorrow.” He smirked. “Let’s start making it happen.”

“Wilbur.” Tommy finally spoke. “Are you sure?”

Schlatt looked Wilbur in the eye and he tensed. He didn’t like that look.

“My first decree, as the president of L’Manberg. The emperor! Of this great country! Is to revoke! The citizenship of Wilbur Soot and Tommy Innit!”

Wilbur stood; his entire body on edge. An entire body of people…

Some were shouting protests, several were pulling…weapons…

His instincts from the war came back as he glanced at his little girl next to him, who was frozen in fear. They needed to go now.

“Tommy. Tommy run!” Wilbur shouted before scooping up (Y/N).

(Y/N) screamed at the sudden action as Wilbur sprinted, clutching onto her. People shouted as he glanced back, hearing Schlatt demand for their lives.

“Hold on (Y/N)!” Wilbur commanded as he made for the inner walls.

“Daddy?!” She asked panicked as she clutched onto his uniform.

“Come on, come on.” Wilbur hissed to himself as he could hear Tommy behind him telling him to go faster.

Wilbur let out a relieved laugh as he pulled out an invisibility potion.

“Drink a few sips,” Wilbur told (Y/N), uncorking the bottle with his teeth before handing it to her.

She nervously took it and drank a few sips before Wilbur quickly shot back the rest. It worked quickly and they were gone from everyone’s view as he saw Tommy running by and quickly diving into the walls. He had a speed potion.

Wilbur looked behind him, paling at the crossbows firing his way. Arrows flew by, one catching him in the shoulder

“Shit!”

He stumbled as he turned before dashing to the bunker, Tommy waiting by the entrance in panic as (Y/N) was giving whimpers. He turned slightly towards the crowd as he got to the bunker entrance. Several more arrows came and (Y/N) screamed as he shouted at Tommy to go. The pair dove through the suspended water and came out the other side. (Y/N) coughed and sobbed as the both of them were still invisible and now soaking.

“It’s ok little star. We’ll make it out.” Wilbur muttered to her as he took in his surroundings.

“Where do we go?” Tommy looked around in panic.

“We got to get far away, grab as much as you can and we run,” Wilbur commanded, sprinting down the stairs.

He grabbed a few useful potions and supplies when he started to reappear again with (Y/N).

“Ok, let’s—”

“Wilbur!” Tommy dropped a bow he had picked up.

“What?” Wilbur looked around on instinct.

“(Y/N)’s hurt!”

Wilbur’s world slowed as he looked down. His hand was wet but when he moved it away…it was wet with blood…

She had been shot…with a crossbow bolt…and she had stopped crying…

“No. No, no, no, no. No! NO!” Wilbur shouted as he quickly got to the floor and put her down to look her over.

Her eyes were closed and her breathing extremely shallow. Her uniform was covered in blood spreading from where the bolt struck.

“Little star. Please you got to wake up.” Wilbur pleaded as he pulled out one of the healing potions from his bag. “Wake up for me, my little star.”

He looked at his blood-covered hands and had to keep himself from puking as he handed the potion to Tommy, who had gotten on the ground beside them.

“Pour this on the second I pull the bolt out,” Wilbur told him.

“This is healing, it’s not regen Wilbur, the wound—” Tommy sputtered.

“It will slow down the bleeding significantly until I can properly bandage her now do as I say, Tommy!” Wilbur shouted.

Tommy nodded with shaky breaths. Wilbur held his breath as he took the end of the bolt, counting out loud before pulling it out. (Y/N)’s body didn’t even give a reaction. Tommy poured the healing potion on the wound as they both looked up hearing voices above.

“Shit.” Wilbur frantically looked around.

He shrugged off his jacket to stem some more of the bleeding when Tommy gave a choked sound. Looking back…his little star had stopped breathing…

“No…please god no. Little star.” Wilbur pleaded.

The voices were getting louder as Tommy stood up, shaking. Tommy had one life left and people were coming to kill them too.

Wilbur let out a sob as he knew, this was a lost life for his little girl. His little star…that he promised to always protect…

“Wilbur,” Tommy mumbled.

“I’m so sorry little star.” He whispered, tears blurring his vision, before standing up, covered in more blood than he realized. “We need to get to my home, then we run as far as we can from L’Manberg. Understood?”

Tommy nodded, trying to remember how to breathe. Wilbur and took out new invisibility potions.

“Bottoms up,” Wilbur muttered before they both threw back the potions and kept the bottles.

They snuck their way out and carefully went through the land to Wilbur’s home. Wilbur practically dashed in.

“(Y/N)!” Wilbur shouted as he rushed for her room, shedding his bloody uniform coat and leaving it.

“D-Daddy!”

Wilbur stumbled as he caught the door frame and found (Y/N) sobbing as she hugged the bee plush Tubbo had given her along with the fox one Niki had given her.

“Daddy’s here,” Wilbur whispered, pulling her into him. “I know. I’m back. Come on, we need to go little star.”

He picked her up, letting her clutch onto him as he grabbed a few of his own supplies, having her drink again before he and Tommy sprinted out of L’Manberg territory.

They shot his fucking child.

They ran them out of their own country.

Out of their home!

He squeezed the little girl tightly as they reappeared, Tommy, checking their retreat.

This was going to take a lot more than what he could do. He’d need some help…

For now.

“I’m here little star.” Wilbur shushed her gently, kissing the top of her head. “I’m so sorry my little darling. I’ll fix it. I promise I’ll fix all of this.”

For now, they needed shelter so he could care for his daughter that had lost a life…

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hunterofthemist · 3 years ago

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Strength of the Meek

Carrying a paper bag Dave walks into the cafeteria. He looks around the room and sees Kotzal waving him over. He walks over to him and sits down with Kotzal at a noticeably empty table.

"Hey Dave, how are you?" Kotzal asks with a grin. "You dont have to rub it in, I had no idea you were a natural," Dave grumbles.

"It's just that when you showed me the rules I realized how similar they were to a game I used to play on Geon. Thrum If I remember correctly." Kotzal and dave talk for some time, the topic changes quickly from poker to physical ability.

"How strong are humans anyway? I've seen your movies but you said they aren't a good representation of human strength." Kotzal asks intrigued.

"Were strong enough. Enough to take down something bigger than us, at least with some planning that is." Dave answers. "I mean back when humans still dwelled in caves we took down wooly mammoths, which were beasts around three times the size of a human."

"Oh, I didn't know that. It's pretty impressive to hear." Kotzal says more than intrigued at this point.

"What about when a human has to do something impossible, just to keep the ones they care about alive. What do you do then?" He asks, his face getting a bit more solemn.

"We push on, do whatever it takes, even if it means we tear ourselves apart doing so," Dave says with a look of sincerity. He then breaks the look and smiles warmly. "What's got you asking a question like that?"

Kotzal laughs nervously and scratches the back of his head. "I dont know, I just heard stories over the Ether."

The conversation ends as the buzzer goes off on everyone's watch. "Shit thought we had more time for lunch break. That blows." Dave sighs.

Dave and Kotzal start walking down a hallway towards their respective stations. Halfway towards Dave's station, the alarm sounds, as well as an explosion in a nearby hallway.

"What was that!" Kotzal panics, immediately hiding behind dave and shaking. Dave reacts accordingly, not to the explosion but to Kotzal hiding behind him. "Woah dude, you good?"

"Oh sorry, my species is a prey species on my home planet. We get jumpy when stuff like this happens."

Dave chuckles at the thought, "you know if you did this around the others im pretty sure they wouldn't be able to see you." His attention focuses back on the sound. " We should go check out what happened, we're engineers after all."

Kotzal steps out from behind dave nervously and agrees. They walk down the hallway towards the commotion. Smoke billows out of the walls, embers pour out of the holes as well.

A hulking beast pulls its way out of the hole, it had to be around 8 and a half feet tall. Just as dave gets a look at it, several more come out of the walls. Kotzal grabs dave and pulls him around the corner, away from the beasts.

"Get down! Those are Tarvok pirates. We need to go, we do Not want to pick a fight with those." Kotzal is freaking out, likely having a panic attack. He tries to pull Dave with him. Dave doesn't budge, instead, he stares at the wall and puts his hand on it. "I cant."

Kotzal gets more anxious and frenzied, pulling harder on Dave. "No We have to go, David dont do this." In response, Dave grins and puts his head on the cold metal wall. "I said I cant, This station is my baby. I've fixed her more than anyone else. I can't leave her."

Dave turns to Kotzal and continues. "Not to mention the number of people these guys could hurt. You know how far the nearest guard post is, and how understaffed it is. If I turn tail and run countless people will die. But If I distract them, buy us some time. Maybe I can save a few lives."

"But you'll die! You'll get killed, I can't have you do that. I can't lose you, You're the only one who even respects me, let alone is nice to me." He says as tears start to form in his four eyes.

Daves grin breaks and he pulls Kotzal into a hug, Kotzal's small stature causing him to look like a small child not wanting their parent to leave. "That's not happening. I ain't gonna die." Dave thinks for a moment and goes on. "How about you help me, I dont buy this scared child Schtick. There's something there, something strong. I can see that."

Dave breaks the hug and pulls a knife from his belt, and hands it over to him. Kotzal stares at the blade for a second and takes the knife and nods in agreement. "Use your speed and stature to your advantage. there's a lot of smoke, try to use that."

Dave and total talk for a minute discussing plans and strategies after they're done he grabs a pipe on the wall and rips it off, but not before speaking to the station itself. "Sorry about this."

Walking around the corner Dave bangs the pipe on the wall, getting the army of Tarvok's attention. "Hey you brutes, eyes on me." He says, resting the pipe on his shoulder.

One of the Tarvok's starts walking over to Dave with a look of hunger and anger. Dave grins, this being a part of his plan, and stomps on a jagged and sharp piece of metal, launching it into the air. To which Kotzal leaves cover from behind Dave and grabs the piece of metal and throws it into the eye of the Tarvok.

"See, I told you no one would be able to see you back there." Dave jokes. He takes a step forward and inspects the now corpse of the Tarvok. "Oh damn, straight into the eye." Kotzal meekly responds to the compliment. "Thanks, it was heavier than Im used to so I didn't think it hit where I wanted to."

"You're a good shot, keep it up." Dave compliments. For a split second, Dave swore he could see Kotzal's cheeks turn blue.

Dave starts walking forward towards the rest of the army, beckoning them to come to fight him. One soldier takes a step forward to fight. The hulking beast throws a punch towards Dave but he sides steps it and slams his weapon into a pipe next to the Tarvok.

The soldier notices this and started to laugh but a second later the pipe bursts and hot steam starts to burn the soldier and causing it to fall to the floor.

The next one rushes Dave and throws a punch at him, he absorbs the blow into his shoulder and uses the force to spin himself around and slam the pipe into the soldier's skull.

At the display of force, the rest of the Tarvok's take a step back from the carnage. "Hey Kotzal, I think I fucked my shoulder up. It's your turn. " Dave says quietly so the brutes in front of them won't hear. "Yeah, let's do it." He responds, trying to hide the fear in his voice.

Dave starts to run towards the group of Tarvok's with Kotzal following. Before he gets too close he ducks down and arches his back and Kotzal jumps off his back and launches himself toward the enemy.

With one hand he throws a sharp piece of metal in the neck of one of the soldiers and with the other he stabs another with the knife Dave gave him.

The last one is in front of them, he's bigger than the rest. Probably the leader. "Let me handle this one," Dave says as he blocks Kotzal from moving forward with the pipe.

Looking at the pipe in his hand, Dave realizes that the pipe is way too damaged to continue to be useful. He takes a step forward and throws the thing as hard as he can. The pipe flies through the air and when it's about to hit, the leader catches it.

As soon as he threw the pipe Dave started running towards the beast but only noticed that he caught the pipe when he was too close to do anything. The Leader propels his knee into Daves's gut, the spike on it spearing into dave.

"Oh fuck!" He screams as the spike goes through him. He falls back and tries to stop the bleeding. Another scream is heard, not of pain but rage. "You Fucker!" It's Kotzal, with the look of pure rage in his eyes.

"I'll kill you!" He screams as he starts running towards him. As he reaches him he jumps at the leader to get a clear shot at him. In retaliation, the Tarvok grabs him by the neck and holds him in the air. Kotzal doesn't seem to notice, the anger blinding him. He starts slashing wildly at the beast in front of him, a good majority hitting their targets.

Kotzal gets a good stab into the arm of the beast holding him, causing him to be dropped.

While on the ground he stabs the blade into the back of the knee of the Tarvok leader making him fall to his knees, lining him up for a stab to the side of his head, killing him.

He keeps stabbing the now dead Tarvok, more out of rage than him being unsure he's dead. After a few dozen stabs he stops and takes a second to breathe and remembers Dave. He turns around and sprints towards Dave.

He starts trying to help him staunch the bleeding and stabilize him. "No, no-no-no. Dont do this, you cant." He starts tearing up trying to help him.

"It's okay, you did well. Didn't expect the fucker to catch the pipe. I think this is it" Dave says as he rests on the wall, trying to do whatever he can to stop the bleeding.

"Dont say that! You'll be fine, I know what im doing. I can help you." Kotzal says frantically.

Dave looks at him and puts his bloodied hand on his shoulder. "You can't save me, an injury like this is impossible to fix up."

"Shut up!" Kotzals shouts as he slaps dave. "We aren't in the medical dark ages, You know how strong modern medicine is." a grin forms on Daves face as he shrugs. "Whatever you say," he says as his vision fades to black and passes out.

Daves eyes open and the bright light blinds him, "hey your awake." a familiar voice says. His eyes adjust to the light and he sees that Kotzal is sitting on the chair next to his bed.

Dave groans in pain as he tries to sit up. Kotzal puts a hand on his shoulder and stops him. "Dumbass, you can adjust the bed." He laughs, handing him the switch.

"How long was I out?" He asks as he raises the head of his bed. "About two days. You had us worried for a little while." Kotzal responds with a smile.

"You can't kill me that easily, its gonna take a lot more than that, I still have work to do here." He smiles back.

"Oh yeah, like what?" Kotzal asks. "The engines been making a thunking noise for the past week, I still figure out what the hell the problem is." They both start laughing for a minute and after they stop a silence is formed between them, which is promptly broken ten seconds later by dave. "Hey after they discharge me, do you wanna go to the bar and get a few drinks? I'll buy."

"Sure thing, I'd love to."

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somewhatgreatexpectations · 4 years ago

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Lay Me Down (Wanda Maximoff/ Reader)

Hello, again! We have reached the endgame, as in we have reached Endgame in the timeline. Loosely inspired by Sam Smith’s “Lay Me Down”. Pieces from the film are used, but definitely have adjustments to fit the story. Let me know your thoughts!

Summary: How will the events of Endgame play out for Y/n and Wanda?

“Can I lay by your side, next to you? And make sure you're alright, I'll take care of you. I don't want to be here if I can't be with you.”

It felt as though everything went dark for just a moment and almost immediately you were back. The first sight that greeted you when you opened your eyes was a man in a cape, much to your disappointment. You would have much rather been greeted by a certain green-eyed woman who held your heart. The man urgently informed you that you all had been gone for five years, erased from existence by Thanos. The idea was so troubling that you almost didn’t believe him, but something within you knew it to be true. You had felt it in your final moments in Wanda’s arms before you faded away.

Wanda. She was the first thought to enter your mind. Had she existed the last five years on her own? Was she erased from existence with you? Was she okay? The last thought struck fear into your heart. You wouldn’t know what to do if she wasn’t.

There was very little time for processing though since the man, who said his name was Stephen Strange, told you it was time to fight again. If you all didn’t act quick, Thanos would be sure to succeed in his wicked plan again. This required everyone, and you didn’t hesitate to agree when Strange opened a portal for you to enter through.

The portal that Strange created for you opened into a bleak field, and as far as the eye could see were waves upon waves of Thanos’ army. Thousands of them. There was one thing that gave you hope though. One thing that made you believe that the battle wasn’t lost yet and that was seeing countless members of the Avengers step out of similar portals. Despite the myriad of people stepping out of various portals there was no sign of Wanda which caused anxiety to bloom in your chest. Unfortunately, you weren’t given much more time to look for her as the members of Thanos’ army appeared to push forward eagerly.

You knew that your main focus should have been preventing Thanos from erasing half of humanity again, but you couldn’t help the fact that Wanda was the one thing at the forefront of your mind. She always would be. The heartbroken look on her face as you faded away was burned into your memory. You needed to find her, and you needed to find her now. You needed to see for yourself that she was okay.

You didn’t care if you had to tear Thanos apart with your bare hands to do so.

When Thanos’ army began to push forward even more, you got into a defensive stance, everyone around you doing the same. A unifying sense of determination was heavily present around each of you. Losing was not an option this time.

The sound of a familiar voice caught your attention. As you glanced over you took in the sight of Steve who looked worse for wear but okay overall. Breathing, and that was what mattered. A sense of relief washed over you because at least you knew that he was okay. “Avengers,” he called and reached a hand out, your eyebrows quirking in surprise as he summoned mjölnir. “Assemble.” He finished assertively as each of you rushed forward, prepared to overcome any obstacle that stood in your way.

The anger that you felt at the situation made it easier to harness your powers. Anger that Thanos thought he had the right to take life, anger for the knowledge that he succeeded once already, anger for being taken from Wanda.

Looking around, you noticed that one of the bigger threats was a metal looking creature that was firing down at everyone. With a deep breath you focused your attention on the being and slowly brought your hands together, forcing the vessel to fold in on itself and rendering it useless. Smirking in satisfaction as you watched it fall to the ground.

As soon as the army noticed who destroyed the creature more of the beasts began attacking you. Dozens had surrounded you when you saw a small glimpse of red energy flash out of the corner of your eye. It was faint and in the far distance but you’d recognize it anywhere. The red energy could only mean one thing. Wanda. She was still here. Your heart pounded anxiously.

You need to get to her now.

Making quick work of the creatures that surrounded you, you began sprinting in her direction as fast as you could. As you got closer you could hear her voice over the chaos.

“You took everything from me.” Wanda gritted out through clenched teeth as her eyes glowed with a wrath you had never seen in her before. Her hands stayed at her side, glowing brightly.

Thanos stared back at her unflinchingly, “I don’t even know who you are.”

The calm in Wanda’s voice sent chills down your spine. “You will.” A moment later you watched her begin to attack Thanos and it was clear that he didn’t stand a chance against her. He didn’t stand a chance against this powerful woman who’s heart he had played a role in destroying.

You knew you couldn’t call out to her because if you did her concentration would break and she would be put at risk of Thanos overtaking her. Instead you focused on defeating his members that were coming to his aide so he would have to face her on his own.

He was destined to lose at her hands.

It seemed Thanos was aware of that as well as he called for the larger of the flying ships to begin firing down into the field to get Wanda off of him.

“Wanda!” you shouted as you saw her attempt to shield herself from the attack, only to get thrown by the force of the hit. As quickly as you could you built a barrier around her and began running in her direction. Not caring that you were leaving yourself exposed to the blasts.

The distance between you two was hastily closed as you instantly dropped to your knees at her side, pulling her in your arms and checking her for any injury. She stared up at you like she was seeing a ghost. “Y/n?” You tenderly stroked her cheek as you nodded.

When she finally processed the sight of you in her arms, life filled her eyes again as they illuminated with affection. It didn’t matter to her that you both were in the middle of horrifying battle with an evil being. All that mattered was that you were there with her. The emptiness she had felt when she saw you fade vanished and was replaced with an inconceivable amount of love.

Wanda surged forward and clung desperately to you, a choked sob escaping her lips. “I thought I lost you.” she said shakily into your neck.

You clung to her just as desperately, tears of relief falling down your cheeks at the knowledge that she was safe and, in your arms, once again. “I thought I lost you.” Came your shaky response.

Just as Wanda was about to respond another blast hit the ground right next to you and sent you both flying. You managed to hang on tightly to Wanda and land under her to lessen the impact. “Are you okay?” she asked worriedly as she pushed your hair lightly out of your face.

“You know, under any other circumstances, I would have loved to be in this position.” You said cheekily.

Wanda let out a watery laugh at your response. “I’ve missed you.” She said before connecting your lips passionately. You wrapped your arms around her waist as you eagerly pulled her closer.

Wanda pulled away a moment later. “As much as I’d love to continue, we have a battle to win.” She stood up and offered you a hand which you gladly accepted.

“To be continued?” you teasingly replied with a wiggle of your eyebrow.

Despite the situation, she couldn’t help but laugh. Falling more in love with you than before if that was even possible. This. You. It was everything she needed for the rest of her life.

“To be continued.” She confirmed.

The playful look on your face fell when you realized something. “Why did they stop shooting at us?”

Wanda tilted her head, she hadn’t noticed that until you pointed it out. Both of your gazes turned skyward as a bright beam of light crashed through the largest ship that was in the sky. “I’m guessing it has to do with that.”

“Badass.” You whispered quietly to yourself as you watched.

Wanda smirked in amusement as she took your hand. Your gaze shifted to meet the emerald eyes you cherished. “I love you.” She said adoringly.

“I love you, too.” You replied without hesitation. You’d never hesitate to say those words to her again. “Now let’s go get rid of this giant purple monster, so we can have that happy ending I promised you.” Wanda bit her lip and nodded, melting at your words. That was all she wanted. To live happily with you.

Together you began running in the direction that the gauntlet appeared to be. Only letting go when you both had to use your hands for your powers.

“I don’t know how you’re gonna get it through all that.” You heard Peter tell the woman who you recognized to be Carol Danvers from Fury’s stories.

Both you and Wanda landed at her side a moment later, “Don’t worry.” Wanda began confidently.

“She’s got help.” You finished with determination. All the women on the team joined together and charged fearlessly forward into the battle. You and Wanda worked together on destroying the ships and creatures in the sky while some of the other women cleared a path on the ground for Carol to transfer the gauntlet to Scott’s van.

There was only a short distance between Carol and the van when you noticed Thanos throw his weapon aiming directly towards said van. You tried to run towards it to stop the impact, using your hand to try and summon the metal within the weapon. The problem was that you noticed it a moment too late. The spear like object had already impaled the machine. The force of the explosion threw you back into a large stone, your head taking the majority of the damage.

Wanda looked over worriedly from where she was keeping a group of at least two dozen creatures at bay. You gave her a thumb up to ease her worries. She seemed reluctant but turned back to getting rid of the creatures.

When you were able to focus on the scene in front of you, you saw Carol get launched into the large rock right beside you from the force of Thanos’ hit. Shortly after Thor and Steve appeared to attempt to stop him from snapping his fingers once again. Both being removed by Thanos despite their superhuman tolerance and strength.

When you saw Thanos approach Steve who was on the floor you jumped up protectively and flicked your wrist. His feet sunk into the ground, preventing him from getting any closer. You didn’t have superhuman tolerance or strength like Steve, but you’d be damned if you just sat there and watched Thanos attack him and then erase half of humanity again.

“Y/n, stay back.” You heard Steve grunt from his place on the ground.

Your action was enough to get Thanos’ attention as you began using your powers to manipulate the metal in his hand to stay open. Distracted by trying to keep his hand open, you didn’t notice him getting closer. Steve finally got up and raced over only to be a second too late. Forced to watch in horror as Thanos’ opposite hand that held the power stone hit you in the head at full force.

Wanda landed just in time to see you go through the large rock you had been leaning against just moments before. She screamed.

As she gathered you in her arms, she gently tried to coax you awake. Fear sinking into her heart when you didn’t even flinch. With shaking hands, she checked your pulse and was relieved to still feel your heartbeat thrum steadily beneath her fingertips.

Suddenly, everything around Wanda went quiet. When she lifted her head, she was relieved to see Thanos’ army fading to dust around her. She tenderly pulled you closer to her body. Tears brimming at her eyes. “We won, Y/n.” she said shakily. “We won. We can finally have our life together. Our happy ending. Please, wake up. Please.” She begged quietly.

The only comfort she found was the way your breath softly fanned across her cheek and the way she could feel your heartbeat steadily against her own. Tears fell down her cheeks, but she refused to let you go.

When Steve placed a cautious hand on her shoulder, she jumped. “We have to get her to a hospital.” He said meekly, his eyes troubled as tears fell from his eyes as well.

Grudgingly she let him pick you up and load you on the waiting jet, blind to anything going on around her. When Steve said he’d meet her there later she barely heard him as she took your hand in hers, pressing her lips firmly to the back. Shortly after feeling the jet rise in the air and begin the short trip to S.H.I.E.L.D’s facility where their top medics were waiting to tend to you.

“I’ll take care of you. We’ll have a happy ending.” Wanda gently stroked your cheek, smiling slightly at the warmth that she still found on your skin. A moment later tears began falling as she rested her head against your hand. “I don’t want to be here if I can’t be with you.” She whispered despairingly, hoping that you’d squeeze her hand, or open your eyes, anything. You were all she wanted, all she had. She couldn’t lose you. She wouldn’t recover.

Part 12! Can you believe it? I’m honestly shocked we’re already on part 12. Only one part left though. What do you all think is going to happen in the last chapter? Annnyway, as always, hope you each enjoyed reading this part. Thought and comments welcome, seeing them makes my day :)

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Hello!! Requesting for headcanon reactions of Akaashi, Kageyama, Oikawa, and Iwaizmui with a S/O who made them lunch and surprises them, but the team dont know them??? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 thank you! 😍🥰🤩

Aww, this is so cute!! I made it a tiny bit more general it’s not necessarily lunch every time, but same idea!

AKAASHI

You and Akaashi have barely been officially dating for a week, so you’ve never even been to one of his volleyball practices before, but your friends insisted that you should make him some onigiri and bring it to practice for him

They walk with you all the way to the gym to ensure that you don’t chicken out, but the moment you’re at the doors, they’re gone and so you stand there in front of the door for a few moments to work up the courage to open it

Finally, you reach out and open the door, poking just your head inside and looking around until you catch sight of Akaashi. You slowly step inside, cradling the little package in front of you, and the door slams behind you waaay louder than you thought it would. Suddenly, all eyes are on you

Akaashi does a double-take when he sees you, and you manage a tiny wobbly smile as you briefly consider turning around and sprinting all the way home

But then he’s walking toward you, and he’s a little sweaty but thankfully he doesn’t look annoyed that you’re here like you worried he might be. He’s actually smiling at you, and you can’t help but smile back.

“Hey,” He says when he reaches you, “Is everything alright?” There’s a hoot from somewhere behind him, and he turns back for half a second with a frown before he focuses on you again. There’s a buzz of chattering and tittering picking up amongst the team, and you can’t help but glance at them.

“Yeah, fine,” You nod, shoving the box to him, “I, uh, I made you some onigiri. For after practice. If you’re hungry.” You finally get it all out.

“Really?” He blinks at you, and you nod, feeling your face heat up. “Wow, thank you.” He looks down at the box, a tiny smile on his face, then looks back at you. “This is nice.” He glances once more at the team, who isn’t bothering to hide their curiosity, before leaning forward and giving you a lightning-quick peck on the cheek.

“AKAASHIII!” That’s all it takes for the floodgates to open, “What the heck?!?! Introduce us!!!” “You didn’t tell us about this!”

“I guess I should introduce you to everyone,” He says sheepishly, and grabs your hand, leading you a few steps further into the gym. “Guys, this is Y/N. My s/o.”

It’s a little overwhelming, but the guys all seem excited to meet you, and the small, proud smile doesn’t leave Akaashi’s face the whole time he’s introducing you. Afterwards, he says, “Practice is almost over. If you wait a bit, I’ll walk you to the train station.” You smile. “Sounds great.”

For the rest of practice, while the managers make conversation with you, you can’t help but notice how often Akaashi glances your way.

KAGEYAMA

You fiddle with the wrapping of the bento you’d made for Kageyama. Last night when you were putting it together, it had seemed like a great idea, perfect, in fact. Now that you realize you’ll need to give it to him in front of the entire volleyball team, you’re starting to second guess.

The moment you step inside the gym, a few people notice you. Your boyfriend is not one of them. “Hey! Y/N!” Hinata shouts, waving his arms above his head in greeting. At the mention of your name, Kageyama whips his head around, and the moment his eyes land on you a blush begins to creep across his face

You lift your hand in a small wave, and after a few moments of hesitation and glancing around, he awkwardly returns the gesture. “Hi there!” Before he can even begin to make his way over to you, two of the second years pop up in front of you. “What can we do for ya?”

“Actually, I’m here to-” “Y/N,” Kageyama appears directly behind them and their jaws probably hit the floor. “Here, I made this for you,” You shove the bento toward him before you lose your nerve, and he reaches out to take it almost like an automatic reaction.

“Aww!!” One of the third years coos from somewhere behind you. “Now I’ve seen everything,” you hear Tsukishima from your class say in a half-whisper to Yamaguchi.

“Thank you.” By now, Kageyama is beet red, holding the bento box gingerly in front of himself like it’s a bomb that might blow up if he holds it the wrong way. Slowly, the rest of the team has given up on practicing and is forming a loose circle behind the two of you.

“Hello,” The one you think must be the captain says to you with a grin, “So, Kageyama, are you going to introduce us, or just let them stand there?” He chuckles.

“Ah,” Kageyama straightens up, and turns so he’s standing next to you, his arm just brushing yours. “Yeah, right. This is Y/N.” He glances at you, and you flash a quick smile, first to him, then to the rest of the team gathered around. “Um, my s/o.” He adds, quickly.

There’s a chorus of surprised sounds and greetings and some gentle teasing for Kageyama, and to your surprise, he has a small, pleased smile on his face. The gray-haired third year slugs him on the arm.

He glances at the captain, who gives him a slight nod, then at you. “We’re soon done, let me walk you to class afterwards.” You smile. “Sounds great.” He jogs back to the court but not before one final smile over his shoulder.

OIKAWA

With the playoffs coming up, you know the team has been practicing even harder than usual, and of course Oikawa especially. You haven’t been dating long, but it’s long enough to know how important it is to him, and how hard he works. You just want to help however you can, and for you, that means making him some healthy treats for after practice.

When you get there, he’s practicing his serves. You’ve seen them in games before, but seeing them more up close like this is another matter entirely. When the ball hits the court, you jump, and it’s that moment when a few of the third years notice you.

Iwaizumi just smiles at you, because he’s the only person on the team that actually knows you and Oikawa are together. The other dark-haired one takes one look at you and the container in your hands and says, “Oikawa, there’s a fan here for you.” You nearly choke, and Oikawa rests the ball he’d been getting ready to serve on his hip and turns to look at you. From the looks of it, he almost chokes, too.

“Y/N?” He immediately jogs toward you, and slowly the rest of the team realizes you’re there. “Hold on,” The lighter haired third year crows, “Mattsun, I think you’re wrong, no way that’s just a fan.” He snickers.

“What’re you doing here?” Oikawa asks, purposefully ignoring the whispers coming from behind him. You shoot him an apologetic smile. “I brought you a snack, for when you take a break.” You say, holding it out to him. “Oh,” He says, and for a few moments you aren’t sure what his reaction will be, or even if he’ll ask you to leave, but then he breaks into a smile.

“Aw, Y/N,” He takes it from you and peeks inside. “It looks perfect.” He grins. “Hey, have you met the team yet?” He turns to find the majority of them ogling the two of you. “No!” One of the second years supplies an answer.

"Fine, fine!’ He acts exasperated, but he’s grinning. “Really quick.” He runs through the team and introduces you to everyone. He rests his hands on his hips. “And now you’ve met the team. We need to get back to practice,” He gives them all a pointed look, “But I’ll text you later. Promise.” He grins and leans in for a quick peck. “Thank you,” He adds, more quietly, as he pulls away. He acts like he doesn’t hear the whistles.

“Bye!” You give him one last wave before you head out the door. Just as it starts to close, you hear, “Yo, you gonna share any of that, OIkawa?” “No way!”

IWAIZUMI

Clutching onto the convenience store bag, you stand outside the gym doors and hesitate. When Iwaizumi texted you that morning saying he’d overslept an hadn’t had time to grab anything for breakfast, you immediately knew you had to pick something up for him, but now you realize that giving it to him requires stopping by morning practice.

You’ve only been dating for a few weeks, and you’re not sure you’re ready to meet the entire volleyball team all at once. The only person you really know so far other than your boyfriend is Oikawa. Still, you have to give him the breakfast you’d bought, so you open the doors and step inside.

You pick out Iwaizumi almost right away, and you can’t help but smile to see him turn to one of his teammates with a grin and compliment their spike.

Almost as though he can sense your gaze on him, he glances your way next. His first reaction is one of surprise, but it soon turns into a smile as he lifts his hand in a wave. You return it.

“Iwa-chan, go say hi already!” Oikawa shouts from across the court, and that’s all it takes for the rest of the team to realize you’re there. It feels like every eye is on you by the time he reaches you.

“Good morning,” You say, lifting up the bag so he can see the contents. He peers inside, then looks at you. “What? This is for me?” You nod. “You need to eat breakfast,” You chide him gently.

“Iwaizumi, I think we need an explanation!” Someone bellows before he can respond. “You gonna leave us hanging?” Someone else chimes in, and Iwaizumi gives you an apologetic shrug.

“This is my s/o.” His hand is at your elbow for a fraction of a second. “Y/N.” He smiles at you as a chorus of “hi”s and “hello”s hits you. “Dude, when were you going to tell us?” Everyone has gathered into a loose semi-circle around the two of you, and you subconsciously step just a little closer to Iwaizumi.

“Ideally? Never.” He grumbles good-naturedly. “Rude!” “But he told me,” Oikawa informs them smugly. “I’m pretty good at keeping your secret, huh, Iwa-chan?”

“It’s not a secret,” He quickly retorts, “I just knew you’d make it a big deal, and I was right!” “But it is a big deal! Our little Iwaizumi, all grown up, going out on dates-” With that he gently takes your elbow and moves the two of you a little closer to the door.

“Sorry, they’re-” “I think they’re great,” You giggle, and his expression softens. “Okay. Ah, good. Anyway, I never thanked you for the food.” He takes the bag you’d almost forgotten you were holding. “So... thank you.” With a quick glance around, he leans in and presses a quick kiss to your cheek.

“Woo!” Someone shouts from across the court. He shakes his head. “I should get back.” He says apologetically. “I’ll see you at lunch?” “Definitely,” You grin.

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